#and also made his arms more muscle-y than i usually do oops

[dustmint]

TW: BRIGHT COLOURS

Drawing of Hyde as a scene kid that I made for @tgshydestan :D

[flareish]

Overwhelmed

kuroo x reader

summary: With so many deadlines coming up the reader is overwhelm and buried in work and can’t help but to lash out. However, Kuroo is always there to pull her back

genre: college AU, fluff, pinch of angst

word count: 1.5k

warnings: none I think

a/n: I have been trying to make all of my requests gender neutral but sometimes I slip up and throw in she/her pronouns so tell me if you notice any that I didn’t catch. Enjoy!

The teachers were out to get you, you were sure of it. You push yourself every day to be the best, to be ahead of everything, all the assignments, all of your classmates just so you could possibly enjoy college as well as have good grades. But what did that get you? Impossibly high expectations. Suddenly everyone around you expected you to ace every test you did and just pull perfect essays out of nowhere. Which is exactly what just happened. You had been working on an essay all night. It hadn’t been your best work but your brain just couldn’t make anything better. That was all you had. You were almost at your limit with no end in sight. Then, despite all your hard work, your teacher handed it back to you saying that “this wasn’t the best I could do and that I shouldn’t start slacking off now”. She thought she was being helpful but right now you wanted to do was strangle her. Sure you could do better. If you didn’t have eight more assignments to do after this. Each one more mentally taxing than the next. But it’s fine, let me just rewrite this essay.

Why couldn’t you just be the kind of person who didn’t care? Or rather had given up caring. They probably learned their lesson that when you try you don’t get the reward you get more work. Why couldn’t you just not care too?

Deciding to jump back into your workload, you sit down at your desk in your dorm and begin to type. Words were kind of flowing. They weren’t exactly coherent thoughts but at least it was something to work with. As if your day couldn’t get any worse, your roommate comes barging in with three of their friends. 

“Oh oops didn’t realize you were studying in here Y/N.” Your roommate said, not actually making an effort to be any quieter though. Shooting back a quick tight smile, not wanting to be rude but also just wanting them to leave. You were hoping they were just grabbing something and then would leave but they went and sat on the bed and turned the TV on. 

You made a show of checking the time before loudly announcing that you were suppose to meet someone at the library. As much as you wanted to be petty and make them feel guilty for interrupting your study time, it was just easier to just leave. 

“I don’t think I’ve seen them do anything except study. Talk about too school for cool.” You heard one of them joke as you left.

“Ugh tell me about it. You wouldn’t believe what time they goes to bed.” Your roommate adds. You roll your eyes and trying to ignore the comments. Is it really that crazy that you’re actually trying to learn at a place where you pay crazy amounts to be taught? You were just so done.

Luckily the library was fairly quiet since it had gotten quite late. You settled into your favorite spot and got to working. Although no matter how hard you tried nothing came to you. There was one sad paragraph on your screen, you must have reread it a million times hoping to spark some kind of inspiration from it. Nothing. Your brain kept drifting off on you and you would end up staring across the library without a single thought in your head. The time just kept slipping by. The more that went the more panicky you got. This was a time that you should be working but you just couldn’t. And of course the more desperate you got for inspiration, the more it avoided you. 

You just let your head drop and hit the table. You were so done. You just wanted to scream. There was no one you could talk to either. Recently anyone that talked to you got snapped at. They were just all so calm and relaxed despite all of the work that has been coming in lately. Here you were, drowning in it, and they were happily swimming. Just the other day you and Kuroo had an argument over homework. He’s taking one of the hardest chemistry classes and he was there telling you it was going to be okay?! It just felt insulting. You knew he didn’t mean it like that but couldn’t he at least pretend to struggle? Damn you boyfriend for being so smart.

You really wanted Kuroo right now. 

As if summoned by your thoughts, you felt hands slide onto your shoulders. You tense up kinda freaked out at who is touching you until you see that it’s him. Kuroo. For a moment you wanted to just throw yourself at him and forget about your homework. But then you remember your argument and how you’ve been a monster lately and resist. He’s having none of that though and keeps his hands on you.

“How long have you been here.” He asks gently. You glance at your computer and notice that it’s almost 3 am.

“What are you doing here?! It’s 3 am.” You say startled at the fact it had gotten that late and that he was also up that late. Usually, he is asleep by ten.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He replies as he straightens and starts packing up your things.

“Uh- Hey! Wait no- give me that! I’m not done yet.” You try and snatch back your stuff but he gives you a stern look and you sink back into your seat. You suddenly realize how tired you are and surrender. He’s finished putting everything away and throws the strap of your back over his shoulder. Prepared to carry your bag for you. Now you feel drained. Your limbs all feel heavy that it’s exhausting to even think about getting up.

“Come on let’s get you back to your dorm.” He mumbles pulling you up by your hand. You let him, flying up from your seat and onto your feet. You land right in his chest and you don’t want to go anywhere but here. For the first time in weeks, you feel calm and secure.

“Can I just stay here for a minute,” Your voice cracks as tears slip down your face. He didn’t say anything, he just wrapped his arms around you and hugged you close to his body. In this moment you felt nothing but love. The relief and comfort you felt was enough to make you cry harder. You don’t know how long you were stood there but no matter how long it was Kuroo never once rushed you. He just let you let it out. Once he saw that you had calmed down he gently pull back, bringing a hand to your cheek to wipe away any stray tears.

“You ready to head back now?” He asked again, planning on walking you back to your dorm.

“I don’t wanna,” You pout, “There’s a ton of people in there and I don’t wanna see any of them.” You are still salty at your roommate and their rude friends.

“Do you want to come to my dorm?” He asks, “Kenma was passed out when I left so it should be quiet.” You nod. You feel him put your backpack on you and you’re confused. You were kind of hoping he would take your backpack for you. You know be a gentleman and all. Then he squats down in front of you. 

“Hop on.” This was pretty normal for the two of you so despite your sleepiness you bounce up onto his back. He adjusts you higher on his back before leaving the library. Waving to library worker on the late shift who giggled at the two of you. 

You snuggled your face into his neck and loosely wrapped your arms around his neck. His footsteps seemed to lull you like a lullaby. You fell into a weird state as your body sleeping but your mind was awake. Hearing everything clear as day but the thought of opening your eyes or moving a muscle seeming impossible. 

You start waking up more when you realize that you have made it to his dorm, letting him toss you down on the bed. You throw your backpack off to the side and head straight for under the covers.

“Ah ah! You’re in dirty clothes,” he gently complains, no real bite behind it. You grumble but let him pull you over to the edge of the bed. You had been so close to sleep. He slides your shirt over your head and replaces it with one of his hoodies. Only then once you’re in his clean clothes does he let you snuggle back into his bed. This time with him in there as well. 

“Goodnight my love.” You finally slip into a peaceful state. You still had a lot of work to do but at least for tonight you will rest without worry. Tomorrow you know you need to make up with Kuroo but you know he could never stay mad at you. Come the morning you know Kuroo will help you with everything. He’s finished giving you space, now you’re stuck with him.

[leossmoonn]

silas having a soft spot for you (hc)

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a/n - i got a request to do like a “villain has a soft spot” type thing so i decided to do make this a head cannon :) this is my first hc so enjoy lol (sorry if its kinda messy lol)

pairing - tvd silas x fem!reader

warnings / includes - suggestive content (no smut though)

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ok so first time he saw you, any loving feelings for amara were just thrown out of the window. the man is IN LOVE with you

his favourite thing to call you is ‘princess’

he uses that nickname way more than your own name lol

he always is trying to impress you. whether it’s with his magic, muscles, or smooth talk. anything to get you to give in to liking him, he will do it

like with magic, for example. he’ll be like:

“y/n! look what i have!”

and he’ll make like a puppy appear out from behind his back

sometimes he’ll do cool tricks with his magic, too

he’ll light his fingertips on fire, make flowers grow right in front of you if you’re outside, or do that cool trick that bonnie did with the pillow feathers for elena

you’re honestly amazed and totally awed, but you know you can’t give in otherwise you know you will never be able to get back out lol

he also loves to tease you (obvious lol)

he thinks its so cute how you try to threaten him, only for him to make you flustered

“if you don’t stop, i will have your head on a stake”

“i bet you’d like my head somewhere else, yeah?”

along with teasing you verbally, he likes doing it physically

he’ll never manipulate your feelings with magic because he knows that he makes you flustered

whenever you’re around, he’ll have his shirt off because he knows he has a good figure and he knows that you like staring at it whenever you think no one is looking 

everyone knows you’re looking though

silas also likes to brush his hand up against your hand or arm

stand behind you while you’re doing homework or cooking, breathing against your neck and put his hand on the small of your back

he also likes to stare at you with a seductive eyes and smirk, trying to get you to give in to kissing him

AND he loves whispering things in your ear to taunt/compliment you

“i know you want to kiss me”

“you smell so good”

“if you’re hungry, i’ll give you something to fill you up”

“look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t want my hands on that pretty body of yours”

and honestly, it almost works 

like with the last statement, you’ll turn to look at him, you’re eyes settling on his hands first

imaging how his warm, big hands would feel caressing your skin 

how his arms would feel around you, the warmth he would radiate 

his lips trailing down form your lips to your neck, his teeth nipping at your sweet spot on your neck, his hands roaming your body

how his fingers would feel inside — OOPS i got a lil ahead of myself hehe

but then you snap out of it, getting embarrassed because you know he knows what you were thinking 

you look him in the eyes and say:

“i’d rather turn into werewolf a thousand times before even letting you touch me”

you say this bc you’ve heard turning into a werewolf is painful

and silas thinks it’s adorable, but he doesn’t force himself on you. he’s a lot of things, but he’s not that type of guy.  

instead, he gives you that signature, flirtatious smirk of his and is like:

“alright, princess, whatever you say. you know where i’ll be when you change you’re mind, though”

now even though he likes you, he still threatens to harm you, but he doesn’t have the guts to actually hurt you 

the most he’ll even do is slam you against the wall (pretty gently tbh)

but let’s be honest you think its really hot and def wouldn't mind it if he ever did it again

that doesn’t mean he won’t hold your friends at gunpoint though lol and trust me, he does that A LOT

he’ll usually do it to toy with you. he loves seeing you beg for him, no matter what

he thinks its cute and really freaking hot how you try to fight him too since you’re human (you’re badass though and he definitely knows that)

speaking of your friends, they know you like him, even though you deny it

caroline is always teasing you about it, too

“i can hear your heart racing whenever he enters the room”

“we can see the sweat on your forehead whenever he gets close to you”

“you always look him up and down, undressing him with your eyes”

you always roll your eyes at caroline’s remarks, stuffing the feelings you have for him down 

him liking you comes with a few perks, too

one huge one is being able to negotiate with him. even since silas made it apparent that he’s in love with you and would do anything for you, the gang had made it basically your job to bargain with silas 

“if you don’t kidnap elena, i’ll let you roam around the town with supervision”

“if you lay off the threats, we’ll let you out of the barrier spell”

“if you promise to not kill random people, we’ll let you out of the dungeon”

and honestly, you negotiating with works a lot because he knows that the person that will supervise him will be you (damon, caroline, and elena will take turns being near you though in case you need help since you have no powers)

when he realises that he doesn’t have a lot of time on earth, though, he starts to get super super clingy 

at first you didn’t notice. you just thought that he was being extra annoying, but once he follows you around for a good day or two, you start to get really annoyed

ok but real talk for a second:

you love the attention. you love the fact that silas would do anything for you and would never harm you. you love the way he makes you feel. you think he’s super handsome and with that bad boy-villain attitude, it just attracts you more to him

but shhh dont let caroline or damon hear otherwise they WILL KILL YOU

in his last few moments on earth, silas decides to give you something that will for sure be unforgettable 

he gives you a passionate, slow, mind-dizzying kiss. his left hand is cupping your cheek, while his other hand is on your hip, holding you close to him. the way his lips move against yours is like they were meant for each other. you can’t help but give in and kiss him back

he then pulls away and does his little smirk and says:

“it’s been fun. i hope to see you on the other side sometime, princess”

then leaves and you’re just there with wide eyes, sweaty palms, and breathless 

and even years later, you’re still able to feel his lips on yours and his words ring in your mind like what he said to was just from the other day

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𝘼𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙯: 𝘼𝙘𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙂𝙁 𝙃𝙖𝙨 𝘼 𝙆𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙚

❥𝐾𝑖𝑚 𝐻𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑗𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑔

"I know it's your job honey.....but I'm really not sure how to feel about this..... I'll support you no matter what though..."

You shook your head and held Hongjoong's hands in your own, running your thumbs across the top of his knuckles in a gentle motion.

"I know it's not easy Joong...but thanks for understanding." You smiled at him.

Pouting, he asked.

"Promise you won't fall for your co-actor?"

Chuckling you kissed his pouty lips. "Impossible when I've already fallen for you."

That comment made Hongjoong smile again....even if he was pouting once again after the showed aired and your kissing scene was trending all over. You came to visit him at the studio, food in hand for him and Eden, who had gotten used to having you around.

"Hi Y/N." He greeted you.

"Hi Eden- nim. Hongjoong?"

Hongjoong merely sat there, arms crossed as he glared at the screen in front of him.

"He's been like that all afternoon. I think you should do something." Eden decided it was his cue to leave for a couple minutes.

Tapping his shoulder, you called out to him again.

"Kim Hongjoong?"

He startled you by spinning around and facing you, suddenly blurting out:

"You're still interested in me right?"

Which caused you to burst out laughing.

❥𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑆𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑤𝑎

Maybe if you had told Seonghwa beforehand that you were going to have a kissing scene, everything would have been better. But you were busy with filming and he had to practice endless hours for their upcoming comeback that it was difficult to even talk for 5 minutes and it completely slipped your mind.

So one day, you came home and where you were surprised to see Seonghwa standing there, arms crossed as he tapped his foot on the floor.

"Oh Hwa! Didn't expect you here." You said.

"That makes two of us who weren't expecting things." He huffed out.

You raised an eyebrow at him.

"What are you talking about?"

Seonghwa tilted his head, his voice full of passive aggressiveness as he said:

"I'm talking about this!" He held up his phone, showing a screencap of you kissing your co-star.

"I take it you're not happy?" You asked him.

Seonghwa scoffed before letting out a dry laugh.

"Oh no! Of course not! I'm totally fine with someone else exchanging saliva with my girlfriend." He replied sarcastically, holding up his phone again.

You cringed. "Stop the sarcasm. It's only cute when Yeosang does it."

"Oh! So now even Yeosang is cuter than me?!" He exclaimed.

"Park Seonghwa, stop this nonsense before I throw your lint roller in my cat's litter box."

❥𝐽𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑢𝑛ℎ𝑜

You felt Yunho shift awkwardly next to you, his hand reaching for some of the popcorn that was in between both of your bodies.

"Yunho, you know it's not necessary to watch it if you don't want." You reminded him, knowing what scene was about to come up next.

Yunho immediately plastered a smile on his face.

"No honey! It's ok. I'm your big, supporting boyfriend who will cheer you on no matter what!" Lifting his fists up, he tried to show enthusiasm, but you could tell he wasn't being genuine.

Yunho glued his eyes back on the tv, one of his legs nervously swinging back and forth. He seemed to be doing fine during the whole confession scene, but when you and yours co-star kissed, he accidentally swung to hard that he ended up hitting the coffee table in front of him. You were about to check up on him, thinking he got hurt, but he just started laughing nervously.

"I'm ok! Just a muscle spasm." He joked.

You never took your eyes off him, knowing that beneath that smile, he was feeling sad and rather insecure about you kissing someone else. You were happy he at least tried to be happy and supportive of you, but you also knew you hated to see him upset.

Sitting up, you turned off the tv and then scooted closer to him. Leaning in, you placed a soft kiss on his lips, making sure to give them one quick peck before pulling back.

"I love you my not so little pup." You giggled at him as he blushed and looked down shyly.

Yunho turned back to you before pushing you down on the couch, pressing you against his back as he wrapped his arms around you.

"I love you too Y/N. And you really did do amazing."

❥𝐾𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑒𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑔

"Yeosang!"

Seonghwa shouted at him when he didn't answer for the 6th time.

"Huh?" He merely took a 1 second glance at the older male before gluing his eyes back on the tv.

"We can change it to something else-"

"No! I will watch it!" He exclaimed, surprising everyone at how loud he got.

"Yeosang....bro.....if you're not ok with this, it'd be better if you don't watch it." His longtime friend Wooyoung advised him.

"I'm ok! I'm totally fine! Just peachy." He picked up his boba tea and began sipping it at a rather fast pace, his eyes squinting at the tv in front of him.

The other guys looked amongst themselves, trying to decide to let him be or change it. Hongjoong ultimately told them it was Yeosang's call and therefore, they watched the rest of the drama.

When your character got kissed, Yeosang halted his sipping, eyes focused on the screen. The other guys tried not to say anything, but when the kiss got a little bit more heated, San couldn't help but let out a "ooooh" while Jongho covered his eyes and made a gagging noise.

Meanwhile Yeosang spat out the leftover liquid into his cup.

"I'm not ok! I am not ok!"

Standing up, Yeosang retreated to his bedroom, where he proceeded to crawl under the covers of his blanket and start groaning dramatically.

Getting up and following him, Wooyoung shook his head as he dialed your number.

"Ok, so your kissing scene broke him. So you better come over with some fried chicken and fix him or else I'll make you pay for making me deal with him if he's not repaired in 2 hours."

❥𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑖 𝑆𝑎𝑛

As soon as San heard rumors that you were going to have a kissing scene, he immediately called you to make sure they were lies.

"NOOOOOO!!!"

He screeched when you indeed confirm there'd be a kissing scene.

"I'm totally against this! I will not allow this to happen."

You asked the boys to keep him from coming over to the set, but unfortunately San was a cat that could easily slip unnoticed. So you were only made aware of his presence while you were in the middle of shooting your kiss scene because while you and your co-star were leaning in, you heard an extremely loud cough from behind you, which unfortunately got recorded.

"Cut!" The director yelled.

You turned around and nearly flipped out when San merely greeted you with a wave, as he simultaneously glared at your co-star. You spent about 10 minutes trying to shoot the same scene, only for it to be ruined every time due to San's antics. He'd either pretend to sneeze really loudly, push off certain props that made loud noises, even messed around with one of the ropes that sent a sand bag catapulting down the ceiling, nearly injuring your co-star.

"Oops. I just wanted to see what that lever did." He smiled innocently.

Having had enough, you grabbed him by the ear and dragged him out, all while he cried for you to stop in a high pitched voice.

"Listen here Choi San, this drama is supposed to be my big break and I will not have you ruining it for me, got it?!" You warned him.

San merely nodded with a pout.

"Please just don't enjoy it."

Rolling your eyes, you pecked his lips.

"Dopey cat. I only enjoy your kisses."

❥𝑆𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑖

The other guys began laughing as Mingi stared wide eye at the tv in shock as he watched you lip lock with your co-star.

"Mingi! Calm down bro!" San clapped like a seal, dying from laughter.

"It's only acting." Yunho patted him on the shoulder.

Mingi looked back and forth at the tv and them.

"Please tell me there's new technology that edits kissing instead of actually having people physically do it."

His sentence only made them laugh even harder, while he just sat there, pouting intensely. He continued pouting even after you came over to spend time with him. At first you thought he just had a bad day or missed you a lot more than usual. He was clinging onto you even more, his arms instantly wrapping behind you, face hidden on your neck as he nuzzled his nose against your skin. Every time you pulled him off because you needed to go somewhere or get something, he'd follow behind you, linking pinkies with you or holding onto your arm. Then when he began pecking your lips at random times, you knew something was up, which didn't take you long to figure out.

"You saw the scene didn't you?"

Mingi immediately nodded, huffing softly as he cuddled up to you, resting his head on your stomach. You chuckled and ran your fingers through his hair.

"Mingi if it makes you feel better, I thought of you while filming it."

Although he didn't say anything, you knew he was more than likely grinning like an idiot in love.

❥𝐽𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑊𝑜𝑜𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔

You really did try to keep Wooyoung from finding out about the kissing scene, even going as far as asking the guys to distract him from watching your drama. But Wooyoung was smarter than you thought.

"There's something she doesn't want me to see. Isn't there?"

So the boys had no choice but to sit there and watch your drama with Wooyoung. He just sat there, straight face throughout the entire thing. But when you kissed your co-star he got the biggest smirk on his face.

"Oh.....so that's what you didn't want me to see." Wooyoung already began thinking about how to mess and tease you with this information, which was exactly the reason you didn't want him finding out in the first place.

As soon as you walked in your apartment, Wooyoung switched the lamp on and turned around in his chair, arms folding across his chest.

"Welcome home cheater."

At that point, you knew you were screwed. And he made sure to milk it for days. If you tried to hug him, he'd squirm out of your embrace. And if you tried to kiss him, he'd turn his face away and say:

"No! I'm not kissing you with that dirty, lying, cheating mouth of yours."

You had enough one day when he refused to cuddle with you though, so you opted for a different option. Getting up, you went over to his room, Wooyoung barely paying attention. When he heard Yeosang scream, he turned his head and watched him run out.

"Please just show your crazy girlfriend affection! She crawled into my bed and attempted to cuddle me!" Yeosang shivered from the physical contact.

Getting up, Wooyoung stormed over to the room.

"So now you're gonna be replacing me with my best friend?! Nuh uh! Come here so I can cuddle you!"

❥𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑖 𝐽𝑜𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑜

"Jongho, remember....stay calm." Hongjoong reminded him.

"Hyung...please. I'm mature and understand this was strictly professional. I'm not going to get mad." Jongho rolled his eyes at the leader.

"Ok, just in case though."

Yunho and Mingi proceeded to sit on opposite sides of him on the couch. Jongho merely scoffed.

"Wow so much for having faith in me. Some older brothers you guys are."

It was good of them to take precautions. Jongho tensed up when he saw your kissing scene, which then turned to outrage when he saw how your co-star's character deepened the kiss and made it even more steamy.

"Hold the fuck up! I thought this was just supposed to be a tiny kiss..."

He glared at the tv, as if trying to set it on fire.

"This is a fucking makeout scene!"

Unable to contain himself anymore, Jongho yelled as he got up from the couch, Yunho and Mingi immediately holding him back from destroying the tv or any other furniture within his reach.

"Guys be careful! He's loose!" San exclaimed as he climbed on top of the couch, Wooyoung following suit.

"Seonghwa! Get some apples for him to relieve stress and anger!" Hongjoong ordered as he attempted to calm Jongho down.

Meanwhile Yeosang just sat there quietly, munching on one of his chicken drumsticks, watching the chaotic scene unfold. Shaking his head, he picked up his phone and called you up.

"Your boyfriend's gone feral. Do you want to come tame him or can I call animal control to come take care of him?" He asked.

"Seriously Yeosang? You're an ass. I'll be there soon." You sighed as you hung up, making a mental note to yourself to pick up all of Jongho's favorite foods.

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the chapter you've all been waiting for.

Team Player: Chapter Six

Pairings: Eren Jaeger x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3.0k

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The sound of Eren's alarm woke him out of the deep sleep he was in. 

He groaned as he reached over to grab his phone which was still blaring the annoying sound of his alarm. It was morning already? He felt so exhausted and he just wanted to roll over, and sleep the rest of the day away. 

But sadly he couldn't. 

Eren's eyes squinted as he looked at the screen which read the time, it was 8:55 a.m. He sat up in his bed and rubbed his temples, his hair was messy from sleeping, and his ankle slightly ached from the pain he was in. 

Sighing, he sat up and grabbed some clothes. His body felt tired as he yawned and stretched his muscles, feeling a few joints pop as he moved around. Boy did that feel good. 

Eren tied his hair into a bun and threw on a sweater and sweatpants. His usual. Eren didn't really care to get dressed, who was he impressing? Plus it was a pretty chilly morning, the temperatures were dropping as fall began to become more known. He just wanted to be comfortable. 

Eren wrapped his ankle with the wrap given to him by the nurse, and popped a few medications into his mouth before heading out of his dorm to the main campus for class. The exhaustion going through him was enough to make him walk slower to class, plus with his limp, it made him slower than usual. 

He was never usually this early to class, most of the time Eren was with Jean or Reiner talking about the game or simply goofing off. Unfortunately, most of his teammates avoided him or just gave him dry responses. It was difficult for him and in a way, it kind of hurt a bit. Seeing your own teammates being so against you that they have to avoid you really sucked. 

"You're here early Eren… that's a surprise." Professor Ackerman said, opening the door to his room. 

Eren rubbed the back of his neck and walked into the empty class. A few students trailed behind him and went to their own seats, Eren stared into space waiting for class to begin. 

Within a few minutes, Professor Ackerman stood at the front of the class. "Good morning, I hope you all are doing fine or whatever. Let's talk about what you're going to be doing today," he explained, grabbing his papers. 

Eren sighed with boredom and tapped his pencil on the counter. What was he going to do this time? 

"Today you're all going to be starting a brand new project. It's based on the unit we've been covering for the last two weeks, so I hope you've been taking notes and paying attention. To save some time, I decided to partner you up with someone else in the class," Professor Ackerman said, leaning against his desk. 

A few small groans and eye rolls came from students hearing the words "project" and "partners". 

"Enough of the groaning, I know it's not ideal but it's better than going through 20 different presentations." he said and crossed his arms. "I'll be pairing you with someone randomly, this project must be done as a pair. If I see that one person did more than the other it will deduct points off your grade," he added. 

Eren leaned back in his chair and looked around the class. He pondered as to who his partner could be. 

"Listen for your names and once I call it raise your hands," Professor Ackerman said, looking around the class. 

Different names began to be called, some people groaned at the realization of who their partners were, others just shrugged and seemed unfazed by it all. 

"Eren Jaeger and (Y/N) (L/N)." 

Eren's eyes went as wide as saucers hearing that name again. (Y/N) and Eren hadn't talked in years, especially after the embarrassment that went down their freshmen year. He knew she was in his class, but he never really paid much attention to her. 

"Get started on this immediately, the project will be due next week. No funny business either," Professor Ackerman said and turned to sit at his desk. 

Eren shifted in his chair and watched as (Y/N) made her way towards him, she seemed totally unfazed and sort of annoyed by the situation she was in. 

She had changed quite a bit. It had been about 3 years since they last talked with one another. 

"H-Hey.." Eren said as she plopped down in the chair next to him. 

(Y/N) looked blankly at him and opened her laptop. "Here.. put your email in," she said, avoiding his gaze. 

Eren put his email in and pushed her laptop back towards her. The atmosphere felt awkward and thick between them. 

"Do you want to go to the library? When you have the time," she asked and averted her eyes towards him. 

Eren nodded, looking up from his phone. "Yeah.. that's fine," he replied. 

The two sort of silently worked with each other, no words were spoken between them. Eren felt the tension and so did (Y/N). Who could blame them? It had been 3 whole years since they last had an encounter like this. Of course he'd see her sometimes in the hallways, or getting some coffee, but they never spoke verbally to one another. 

"Alright you're all dismissed, remember to work on this project as much as you can." Professor Ackerman said. 

Eren and (Y/N) stood up. "I'll see you later," she said, walking away from him. 

This was going to be just great. 

-

Most of Eren's classes seemed to fly by as it was now the end of the day. He was supposed to meet with (Y/N) in the library later, of course it was awkward. She didn't seem too interested in what he had to say, nor did she seem talkative. 

(Y/N) sat in the library patiently waiting on her phone. Curse Professor Ackerman for putting them together. Her view on Eren Jaeger did not change one bit. His actions caused a lot of embarrassment for her, a lot of people saw the video of her that day in biology, and they made fun of her. 

It wasn't an overstatement to say she hated Eren Jaeger. 

She stared at her laptop screen as she heard the library doors open. Her eyes averted to see Eren making his way towards her, she noticed his limp which made her brows furrow. 

"Hey, sorry for being a bit late. I got caught up with my friend," Eren said, throwing an apologetic look her way. "So uh.. I have some ideas for the project," he added. 

(Y/N) nodded. "What are the ideas?" she asked, raising a brow. 

"So.. we could add some different examples of the different bacteria. You know? Shorten it down a bit, because if we make it longer than we should he'll take points off." Eren explained. "Let's do it that way," he added.

(Y/N) wasn't exactly amused with the idea. She felt like shortening it would also give them points off. 

"I don't think we should do that. If we make it too short then we get points off too," she replied. 

Eren stared at her confused. "Then we just make it medium. I'll do the easier slides," he said, shrugging. "It'll be a good grade for the both of us. You're smart so," he added. 

(Y/N) furrowed her brows and felt irritation going through her. "Dude that's not fair to me at all. We should just do every other slide, that gives me all the hard work. It isn't fair," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. 

"Look, it's easier for the both of us. It is fair, let's just do it my way," he said, looking at her. 

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. "We did it your way last time and you fucked it up," she replied. 

Eren looked at her and furrowed his brows. "You're still mad about that?! Come on (Y/N), get over it. You're being overdramatic," he said, crossing his arms. 

That's when she had enough and grabbed her stuff, pushing it into her backpack. 

"Where are you going?" he asked as he watched her sling her backpack over her shoulder. 

(Y/N) scoffed. "You know… your teamwork skills are absolutely shitty. You're selfish and you always think for yourself. That's why our project went to shit freshmen year, I'm tired of biting my tongue with you. Fuck off Eren," she said standing up. "Maybe for once.. take a look at the shit you do from other people's point of view," she added, exiting the library. 

That's when it hit him. 

He did have shitty teamwork skills. (Y/N) even said it herself. 

Everyone was right about Eren, he was a selfish person. The answer was clear in front of him. Guilt washed over him as he realized what he had done, not just to his team, but to (Y/N) too. 

He had to find (Y/N), maybe she could help him. 

-

(Y/N) stared at the ceiling as frustration ran through her. 

Eren Jaeger really didn't change huh? 

"Why are you sulking? You seem pissed," her roommate Sasha asked while plopping down on her bed. 

(Y/N) laughed a bit and sat up. "Eren Jaeger… that's why," she replied, leaning her body against the wall. "He's so stupid," she added, looking at her roommate. 

Sasha nodded. "Oh! I remember him, he's such an asshole. Did you see his giant fail?! It was so funny," she said, beginning to laugh at the thought of the video. 

(Y/N) looked at her and shook her head. "No? I personally don't care what he does. I'm probably gonna email Professor Ackerman… I can't stand working with Eren. He wants everything done his way! He never listens," she replied, rolling her eyes in annoyance. 

Sasha's phone began to vibrate. She grabbed it and grinned. "Oop! Connie texted me, I gotta go (Y/N). I'll see you later," she said, standing up to get her shoes. "I hope you feel better! I'll kick Eren in the nuts for you," she said giggling. 

(Y/N)'s lips drew to a smile. "Alright.. have fun with Connie. Not too much fun though," she replied, winking at her. 

Sasha opened the door to their dorm. "No promises!" she replied, exiting the room. 

The door shut with a click and (Y/N) was now alone in her dorm. It was a usual night with Sasha leaving to go see her boyfriend Connie. (Y/N) wished she could have that luxury with someone else, but she wasn't exactly interested in anybody. Her dreams were just too much for love. 

A sudden knock came from the door. 

Confused, (Y/N) stood up. Sasha probably forgot a condom or something, the girl was always so forgetful. 

She opened the door expecting Sasha to be there. "Forget a condom-" her eyes averted to see Eren standing there with his backpack. 

"Can I talk to you, please?" he asked with desperation in his voice. "I won't be here long," he added, looking down at her. 

(Y/N) fell silent and opened the door wider so he could enter. "How do you know where my dorm is?" she asked, furrowing her brows. 

Eren looked back at her. "We did the project in your dorm, plus I never really forget what dorms I go to." he replied, looking around her dorm.

"So why are you here? If you're here to work on the project, I don't want to hear it." (Y/N) asked, crossing her arms. 

Eren sighed, placing his backpack down. "Look… (Y/N), I realized what I did to you earlier was wrong. You're right.. it isn't fair to you, and I realize that now. I'd like to also apologize for embarrassing you freshmen year, I was childish and I feel guilty for doing it." he said. 

(Y/N) was surprised hearing Eren sound so apologetic. She's never once heard him speak that way towards anyone. 

"I appreciate the apology… but it still doesn't change what you did. I can forgive you Eren, but I can't forget," she replied, looking down at the floor. 

He nodded. "That's understandable," he said. 

The two fell silent as the tension took over. (Y/N) decided to ease the tension a bit. 

"What happened to your ankle?" she asked, pointing down at his ankle which was wrapped. 

He chuckled. "Oh, you concerned for me now princess?" he asked, smirking. 

She rolled her eyes and opened the door. "Get out," she said, pointing at the outside of the door. 

Eren put his hands up in defense. "Wait wait! I'm messing with you, I'm sorry. That was too soon," he replied, smacking his head. "Let me explain," he added, sitting down in the chair next to her bed. 

(Y/N) closed the door, crossing her arms as she watched him take out his phone. Her brows furrowed as Eren seemed to be looking for something on it. 

He held it out to her. "Here.. this is what happened," he said, looking up at her. 

(Y/N) took his phone from his fingers and played the video which was from Twitter, specifically a sports account. She watched as Eren caught the ball and was tackled to the ground, she could see the way his ankle bent. She cringed as she saw the replay of it. 

"Ouch… that looks like it hurt," she said, tossing his phone back towards him. "But why are you still here?" she asked, nodding her head in confusion. 

Eren pushed his phone into his sweater pocket. "I got kicked off the team.." he replied, looking at the floor. 

Her (e/c) eyes widened hearing the news. She heard people talk a lot about Eren, he was popular considering he was on the football team. She knew he was at D1 level. That's why he was here. 

"Um.. if you don't mind me asking, why?" she asked, sitting down on Sasha's bed. 

Eren ran his fingers through his messy bun. "It's uh.. kind of a long story in a way." he replied. "I can explain it to you if you'd like," he added, giving a weak smile. 

She nodded and looked towards the floor. "Sure… I guess," she said, crossing her legs on the bed. 

Eren sighed. "Basically at the most recent rival game, I ended up playing while I was hurt. My coach told me many times that if I was in pain I should come off the field, but I was fine the day before. I just thought it was nothing," he explained, shrugging his shoulders. "Then during the last play, which we were in the lead by the way, I ran for Jean's ball and we ended up hitting each other. The ball bounced off of us and it intercepted, so they won by a touchdown." he added. 

(Y/N) nodded and started to process what he said. Sounds like a selfish move in a way, to her at least. 

"So wait… that doesn't explain how you got kicked off," she said. 

He chuckled a bit. "I'm getting to that," he said, adjusting his body in the chair. "Basically my coach told me the other day that I was benched, or you know kicked off, because I have shitty teamwork skills and apparently I'm selfish. I guess my other teammates have said it too," he added. 

She nodded her head again while listening to more of what he said. She could see why his coach did it, sometimes you have to do things for the best possible outcome. Considering it was Eren Jaeger out of all people, he probably didn't see why. 

"That is crazy.. I'm sorry," she said and rubbed the back of her neck. "I know things will get better," she added, laughing a bit. Eren stared at her as she sat there awkwardly. "Uh.." she said, looking around the room. 

Eren shook his head. "Sorry.. um, that's what I wanted to talk to you about." he said. "If you want to listen," he added. 

(Y/N) furrowed her brows. "Okay.. go ahead," she replied, adjusting herself on Sasha's bed. 

Eren leaned back in the chair. "I need help," he said. "And you are the only person I know that can help me. Please, help me fix my teamwork skills." he said with a pleading tone. "You don't have to of course, but I need this (Y/N). I need this season majorly for my career," he added, looking at her with desperation circling in his eyes. 

She stayed silent as her gaze dropped to the floor. Would helping him be beneficial at all? Doesn't he have other friends? 

"Um.. Eren-"

"Please. I need your help," he said, cutting her off. 

She sighed. "What's in it for me huh? I'm not doing it unless I get something in return," she replied, crossing her arms. 

He looked around the room for a moment. "You can do the project your way, I won't interfere or tell you what to do." he said, raising his brows a bit. 

She thought for a moment. She'll get a good grade and if it leads to him just shutting up, then fine. 

"I'm not so sure Eren.. I doubt I can help you," she said, shrugging a bit. 

"(Y/N). Please. I'm literally begging you at this point, you have great teamwork skills! I remember your presentation in biology and how you got the best grade in the class with your partner, please help." he pleaded. 

She sighed, blowing air out of her nose. "Fine.. but we do it my way. We'll meet up again in a few days to get started," she said, standing up. 

Eren's eyes were wide. "Wait really!? Thank you (Y/N)! You're fucking awesome," he said, grinning widely at her. 

Heat rushed to her cheeks hearing what he said. "U-Uh, yeah whatever. Text me and we'll talk about it," she replied, grabbing her phone and handing it to him. 

Eren put his number in and handed her phone back. "Say less, I'll see you in class." he said, giving her a toothy smile. 

"Yeah whatever," she said, opening the door so he could leave. 

She watched as he limped down the hall and exited the front doors of the residence hall, she closed the door to her dorm and leaned against it with a sigh. 

What was she getting herself into?

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[bunnyywritings]

hello! this is kinda nsfw but can u write a scenario for tsukishima, akaashi, bokuto and ushijima with their fem s/o and they are doing it and they broke the bed 😬

[a/n: I love this request so much! I’m starting to get a bit more confident with my smut writing so it’s no problem☺️ thank you for the request my lovely anon, enjoy! -yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´- ps. I uhh kinda got a bit too into it with ushijima’s...hehe oops]

Doing the dirty and accidentally breaking the bed w/ a fem!s/o [nsfw]

Tsukishima Kei

♤ he’d be such a little shit about it

♤ he’s been really busy with practice and studying for upcoming finals so he didn’t really have much time for you

♤ so when you sent him that picture of you, half naked in bed, while he was studying...well all patience GONE

♤ “oh hey, you got a text.” He looked up as Kuroo held out the phone to him, confused to see that there was a picture with what you sent

♤ his eyes widened but he tried to act like everything was normal, gritting his teeth as he read your message

♤ ‘I miss you :( ‘ it was simple but paired with that picture...it really riled him up

♤ he figured that Kuroo hadn’t saw anything because he wasn’t making any snide comments

♤ he waited a good 5ish minutes before yawning and pretending to be exhausted

♤ “I’m gonna go, I think I’ve reached my end. See you guys later.” He lazily waved, packing up his stuff and leaving the library

♤ “Ooh hoo hoo~ (Y/n)’s gonna get dicked down tonight!” He laughed his god awful hyena laugh while explaining to Bokuto and Akaashi what he saw

♤ “Kuroo-san, it looks like you’ve also got a text?”

♤ “...eh?”

♤ needless to say, you and Kenma were in the same boat tonight...but anyways

♤ back to kei and (y/n)

♤ “I can’t believe- ah that you’d send something like that...you knew who I was with. You wanted them to see, didn’t you?” He growled in your ear

♤ you were on your hands and knees as he roughly pounded into you from behind

♤ “No! I-“ you choked out a moan when a particularly harsh snap of his hips jolted you forward.

♤ “I didn’t want them to see...ah fuck! K-kei please.” You whimpered as you felt your core tighten, you were almost at your end

♤ “Hmm...too bad I don’t believe you.” He gripped your hips in a bruising hold and continued his rough movements

♤ his name fell from your lips like a mantra

♤ your arms were tired from holding you up so you opted for laying against the pillows

♤ “I should punish you for what you did and not let you cum? Or maybe I should edge you until your sobbing for me. I bet you’d like that since you’re such a needy little slut for me.” He chuckled darkly.

♤ “yes! I-I’d love it kei! P-please I-“ the loud slap and stinging sensation from your backside cut you off. “I’m s-such a needy s-slut for y-you!”

♤ the way your broken moans desperately left your lips made him smirk

♤ of course that was until...

♤ * ᶜᴿᴬᶜᴷ *

♤ you thought you were hearing things but when your bed started to sway a bit more than usual, you realized what had happened

♤ “K-kei! Kei wait-“ you were cut off by your own moan, the pleasure was too intense to focus on the current problem. “T-the bed-“

♤ he heard it too but he pretended not to

♤ the fact that he caused something like that went straight to his ego

♤ it wasn’t until you were both done showering that you figured it out

♤ “hey uhh did your bed always kinda...dip in the middle?” He tried to feign innocence

♤ the both of you were stood beside the bed

♤ the frame had obviously been cracked since it did, in fact, have a weird dip in the middle

♤ “No...it never did.” You sighed, resting your head against his shoulder

♤ “Oh...whoops.” He’d shrug, “I guess I’m just that good.”

♤ you looked up and saw the look in his eyes

♤ cue to you smacking him upside the head

♤ “you knew, didn’t you?!”

♤ “what?! Pfft no, of course not.”

Akaashi Keiji

❀ i can’t really think of a situation where he would be going THAT hard

❀ but he had been away for a training camp for about a week and a half

❀ he hadn’t realized that he had a missed call from you until he back on the team bus when he saw that he had a voicemail message from you

❀ plugging in his earphones was definitely a smart idea

❀ he was able to keep a neutral expression as he listened, though the slight blush on his cheeks might have been a giveaway had anyone been paying attention

❀ “I know you come back today but- ah~” your whine went straight to his cock

❀ “I just couldn’t wait a-any longer.”

❀ he could hear the wetness of your arousal

❀ the image of you splayed out on your bed, propped up against your pillows

❀ thighs spread lewdly as you played with yourself

❀ “ah fuck, I missed you so much baby...”

❀ that was all he could take as he paused the message and turned off his phone, shrugging off his jacket and casually folding it in his lap to hide the raging hard on that was tenting his sweats

❀ by the time he got to your place, he used the spare key you had given him and he quietly made his way inside

❀ peeking through the crack of your door, his mouth watered at the sight of you touching yourself

❀ he so badly wanted a taste

❀ he made you come twice while going down on you, making sure to clean you up with his tongue each time

❀ you watched in anticipation as he stroked himself a few times before teasing your entrance

❀ “Please Keiji...I want you so bad~”

❀ that was really all it took for him to bottom out on the first stroke

❀ he choked out a moan when he felt how tight you were, his fist was nowhere compared to the real thing

❀ this time around he had no chill as he pulled out, all the way to the tip before mercilessly slamming back in

❀ he had set a quick pace, folding your legs against your chest to get a better angle

❀ he always enjoyed watching how he disappeared within you

❀ he reached down and ran his thumb over your swollen clit, the action making you clench around him

❀ “no, please it-ah it’s too sensitive. Keiji-“ he had started to play with your little bundle of nerves even more

❀ “geez (y/n) it feels even tighter...ah fuck!”

❀ it felt like you were sucking him in with each thrust

❀ “I don’t think I-I’m gonna last much longer.” He groaned

❀ both of you had come at the some time

❀ he continued his thrusts to help your ride out the high

❀ you squeaked when a rough thrust met your hips, eyes widening at the loud crack and the shift of the bed frame that followed

❀ “d-did I just-“ he couldn’t even finish his sentence

❀ he was so flustered once the realization finally set in

❀ “I’m so sorry love. I guess I got too carried away.”

❀ he had leaned forward and buried his face in your neck

❀ you were still on a high and he was being too cute to be mad

❀ you’d just yell at him tomorrow

Bokuto Kōtarō

☆ you knew what you were doing

☆ you had gone out to get coffe with him and Akaashi but you had been shamelessly flirting with the pretty setter

☆ he knew that it was just you playing around but he couldn’t help but feel jealous

☆ usually he’d just go all depresso mode until you switched your attention to him but not this time

☆ and that’s what you wanted, just for him to be all cute and pout for some attention

☆ boy did you miscalculate

☆ he was glaring at both you and Akaashi while he waited in line

☆ his friend was making you giggle and smile

☆ all things that he, your boyfriend, should be doing...not Akaashi

☆ once the order was in, he went to sit down besides you

☆ a blush started to creep up your cheeks when you felt his hand grip your thigh

☆ you glanced at Bokuto but he had no telling expression on his face as he listened to Akaashi who was, thankfully, sitting across from the both of you

☆ once the order was called, he volunteered to get the drinks

☆ leaving you with a mad Bokuto

☆ “are you enjoying your little date with Akaashi? Hmm?” He leaned in, whispering into your ear. “should I leave the two of you alone?”

☆ from afar, the both of you seemed like a normal, lovey doves couple. Whispering sweet nothings to each other

☆ you gulped nervously

☆ “answer me.” He dug his nails into the soft skin of your thigh, it wasn’t painful but it did leave a pleasurable ache that ran up to your core

☆ “n-no, I uh- I was just-“

☆ “just what? Trying to make me jealous? Maybe you want me to bend you over the table and fuck you right here in the middle of the coffee shop. Fuck you so good in front of all these people so they know who you belong to.”

☆ the mere suggestion made your cheeks burn a bright read, your arousal much more presant

☆ he chuckled as he watched you clench your thighs together

☆ once he saw that Akaashi was coming back, he pulled away from your ear and sat back up, hand still gripping your thigh

☆ “oh? (Y/n) are you okay? You seem a bit flushed?

☆ “oh w-well I um-“

☆ “she was saying how she doesn’t feel very well. We might have to cut this short so I can take her home.”

☆ “hmm that would be a good idea.” Akaashi nodded thoughtfully, “you should get to bed and rest.”

☆ oh you were gonna be in bed all right, you were gone be in bed for about a week

☆ cause if you think you’re gonna be able to walk...well think again

☆ “Do you think Akaashi could fuck you like this?” He grunted, he had a hand buried in your hair and tugging so your back was arched

☆ “n-no, no one could e-ever make me feel as g-good as you Ko!”

☆ neither of you heard this one

☆ your senses completely overwhelmed by each other

☆ his last thrust had knocked the headboard against the wall, both of you had felt the jolt as the bed dipped

☆ “would you look at that?! I fucked you so good I broke the bed!” He cackled

☆ you didn’t have the energy to scold him so you just shrugged it off and figured you’d deal with it later

daddy Ushijima Wakatoshi

♡ daddy toshi is aware of his own strength so he always held back from going too hard with you

♡ that was until ya’ll tried something new

♡ he was a little apprehensive about it at first since he was a little confused on how that would work

♡ good thing he’s a quick learner

♡ “a-ah Toshi...you feel so good~” You were currently riding his glorious thighs (i wish ╥﹏╥)

♡ he said nothing as he flexed his muscles, the new sensation making your own thighs quiver

♡ you were holding onto his shoulders for dear life as he had your hips firmly in his grip, rocking back and forth

♡ I feel like he has somewhat of a praise kink cause of how he grew up so...the fact that you’re getting pleasure from something that he worked his beautiful ass off for is turning him on more than he thought

♡ just hearing you whimper out his name and seeing you basically fall apart because of his thighs like damn

♡ you’re in for a real treat

♡ I think this would definitely make him blush so he leaned forward and started to trail soft kisses down your neck, nipping and sucking to leave little hickies everywhere

♡ one hand running up your side to cup your breast, making sure to run his thumb over the hardened bud

♡ when he could feel you start to come undone, he’d flex his thigh once more and lift his leg up just a bit so it was more angled

♡ he held you close as you came down from such an intense climax, breathlessly you placed random kisses on the crook of his jaw

♡ ”t-thank you baby, that was amazing”

♡ you were caught a bit off guard when a quiet chuckle left his lips

♡ you thought you guys were done???

♡ lol nope

♡ he scooped you up as he got up from the bed and tossed you onto it, there was a small creak since he had done it a bit more forcefully than usual but neither of you were paying attention

♡ your mouth watered as you watched him undress, the urge to run your tongue over those magnificent abs was too strong

♡ he could see you bite your lip as he pulled down his shorts and underwear, the way your eyes were locked in on the way the tip of his length bumped into his lower abdomen

♡ “lay down.” He calmly instructed, you were a bit confused but did it anyway

♡ you thought you were just gonna give him that super suction gawk gawk 3000

♡ you didn’t expect to be three orgasms in and still have him ram into you to give you a fourth

♡ there were tears streaming down your blushed cheeks at the complete overstimulation you were receiving

♡ it was too much but you didn’t want it to stop

♡ he gripped your leg and hooked it over his shoulder, your mouth opened in a silent scream

♡ “how does that feel, love?” His voice was thick with lust, he loved the expression on your face

♡ it was down right sinful and it was definitely way better than any of the ahego manga that Tendo had shown him

♡ “So g-good Toshi! S-so fucking good~! I want- ah!”

♡ “tell me what you want princess, come on. Use your words.” He groaned, he was also close. He had been holding back but it was proving quite difficult, especially when...

♡ “I-I ah fuck, I want you t-to cum ins-inside me Toshi! Please, I need it-“

♡ congratulations, breeding kink unlocked

♡ this made him snap

♡ just the thought of releasing his seed inside of you made him completely lose it

♡ “You’re so sexy baby, I-“ His moans increased as he slammed into you. “I’m gonna cum...shit.”

♡ one particularly harsh thrust and he bottomed out, painting your insides with his release

♡ neither of you seemed to notice the break

♡ he stayed inside of you just for a bit before completely pulling out and laying besides you

♡ the noise the bed frame made as he dropped besides you made you very suspicious

♡ “Toshi...”

♡ “yes my love?”

♡ “I think we broke the bed...”

♡ “Oh.”

♡ thus lead to the both of you going to the furniture store to buy a new one and lead to the embarrassment you felt when Wakatoshi told the salesperson the two of you broke the bed while having sex when they had asked for the reason why the two of you were buying

ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ {open} : @ohbois-biggay-bnha

[tomthesoftie]

Can you please please do one where mob Tom has to go on like a business meeting for like two months or something and can’t have contact with y/n and in those two months she starts working out and loses a bit of weight and he comes home all proud SMUT PLEASEE Im trying to lose weight and I would literally cry if someone was proud of my weight loss

two-for-one reward

❧ prompt: hard work always pays off, and the prize you get always varies

❧ pairing: mob!tom x reader

❧ genre: suggestive, fluff

❧ warnings: one curse word shit, mentions of hickeys, mentions of horniness, suggestive ending

❧ a/n: i decided to write this for the upcoming week because i have my finals and a lot of work to do for school that i’m stressed about oops so hopefully this’ll be enough content for now. i personally am also exercising, and may i just say, it’s the most rewarding thing ever. tips that i can give are to be do it for yourself and not others, as well as not to put yourself down. don’t stress about your results or not seeing improvement. you’re doing great as it is, and you should be proud that your taking action. i also did not write any smut in this for i don’t feel comfortable writing in such genre anymore, especially because i haven’t been dabbling in that area for a while. like i said in my other post, i will try to return to writing nsfw works, but for now, i will only be writing suggestive. i am so sorry :( i hope the suggestiveness is enough. enjoy xx

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Two weeks ago, Tom had to go on a trip for his business. Though he considered bringing you along, he didn’t want to involve you in the mob business further than you already were. He left you in the safety of his mansion, accompanied by many of his most trusted men. As much as he wanted to leave Harrison, Sam, or Harry with you, he needed them to come along with him on this mission as backup. 

Within the two weeks he had been gone, you had too much free time on your hands. Not being allowed to leave his property or invite friends over, you were left with barely any sources of entertainment.

One day, though, as you were walking down the large halls, two of Tom’s men trailing behind you, you noticed a room you never ventured in before. Letting your curiosity and boredom lead you, you made your way over to the opaque door. Placing a hand on the metal of the door handle, you winced at the chill that spiked the palm of your hand. Pulling the door open, you were met with a rack of weights placed beside the wall and a treadmill beneath a large television. Walking further into the room, on your right, there was a long pool filled with crystal, teal water. 

Turning to the men behind you, you asked, “Who’s gym is this?”

“Mr. Holland’s, of course,” one spoke up, “we usually aren’t allowed in here, though.”

Looking at the large mirror wall, you looked at your physique. You didn’t need to lose weight, as your body was already perfect as it was, but you could improve your muscle strength and stamina. With that, you decided that within the two weeks, to fill your time, you would work out everyday for hours on end. 

At the beginning of this strengthening journey, you were fatigued much more easily than you were compared to the end of the two week span. You ended every jogging session with your hands supporting your body on your knees, sweat dripping down your face, chest heaving as you panted for air. You could barely hold a plank for 15 seconds, and your arms were established to be weaker than you imagined as you dipped down to do your first pushup. Legs bending into a squat, you felt your thighs shaking by the time you reached twentieth rep. Every time you ended every workout, you felt rewarded and were proud when you looked in the mirror to see your figure tightening.

By the thirteenth day, and final day to yourself, you were much stronger and could hold yourself up for much longer. For the short amount of time you had exercised for, your results were extraordinary. You were much skinner and toned than you were when you began. 

That night, you fell asleep in the empty bed once more, your excitement over Tom coming back keeping you awake but the fatigue overpowered it and lulled you to sleep. 

The next morning, you woke bright and early, changing into a long-sleeved, green, lettuce-edged, wrap shirt paired with straight denim jeans. Doing your hair up into a ponytail, you applied a layer of toner and lotion to your face, finishing your look off with a lightly tinted chapstick. 

Rushing down the hallway, you heard the doors opening, followed by the familiar, accented voices.

You saw Tom taking big strides down the corridor you were practically sprinting through and jumped into his arms, shouting, “Tommy!”

“Woah, darling,” he chuckled as you nuzzled your face into the nape of his neck, “I missed you. I guess you missed me too?”

You only nodded in response.

Putting you back onto your feet, Tom looked you up and down, eyes surveying your body, “You look different,” you gave him a look, “In a good way,” he rushed to add on. “You look slimmer and more fit. Did you workout while I was gone? Or am I imagining shit?”

“Actually, i’m quite glad you noticed, but in fact, I did lose weight. I discovered your gym early on and decided to fill my time by working out,” you smiled proudly.

“Not that I didn’t love your body before, you look so hot right now. Would it be weird if I said I’m a little bit turned on?” He asked, a shy grin resting on his face.

“It definitely would be...” you paused for a moment, taking in Tom’s disgruntled expression, “weird if you hadn’t mentioned it. You have no idea how much I want you right now.”

Smirking, he lifted you in his arms, carrying you to the nearest vacant room he could find. His lips were already latched to yours, and, carrying you with one arm, he used his empty hand to strip you from your shirt.

“I’m so proud of you,” he mumbled onto your neck before sucking on the skin, leaving a dark purple mark behind. 

As the day progressed, many more marks were left all over your body that nobody, except for Tom, would be allowed to see: a prize given from Tom for your hard, impressive work.

[sleepylixie]

I Hate to Admit

College! AU Bang Chan X fem! reader

Imperium Universe || Jisung || Seungmin || Chan 

2k (I’m so sorry), fluffiest fluff 

Request? Yes! Hope you like this, Anon!! Apologies about getting a wee bit carried away. >.<

Warnings: None!

A/N: I liked writing this, even though it’s waayyyy longer than I expected it to be oops. This is an extension of the same universe as this Jisung fic and this Seungmin fic, but you can definitely read this as a standalone! Do let me know what you think about this fic, I’d love to hear feedback!! ONTO THE FIC :D

Requests are open for SKZ and BTS! || Masterlist

The skate park right outside your campus was always an interesting sight. There were always a lot of people around, enjoying themselves on the gentle slopes and plateaus. You were always mystified by the way the skateboarders could so easily throw themselves into the air, seemingly unafraid of taking a tumble to the concrete floor.

You’d pass by the skate park thrice a week in the early evening, on your way to a part-time shift at Imperium- the closest bar to your university. Your shifts ran late sometimes, bordering on midnight when you’d step out of Imperium’s back door.

More often than not, you’d encounter the same lone figure in the skatepark on your way back- an average-sized, lean figure who had a way with the skateboard that you’d never seen anybody have before. The first time you spotted him, you stopped and watched for a few moments as he made his way up the slopes like it was nothing at all- he was that good.

Skateboarding wasn’t your thing as much as people watching- there were so many interesting people in the world, so many different kinds of personalities that you couldn’t get enough. You would write them into stories of back-alley romance, tales of rippling fantasy and chronicles of traitorous woe,  reveling in the way your worlds and characters built themselves up along the plot.

It became an unconscious habit, seeing the boy(it seemed like a boy, judging from his impeccably built shoulders and a penchant for extremely sleeveless muscle tops.) on your way back from your late bartending shifts.

He was curious, you decided. Who only visited the skate park when it was at it’s emptiest despite being so good? Did he not like attention? Was he shy? You made a mental note to try and talk to him one day- you weren’t hesitant with your curiosities. Someday, when you weren’t bogged down by your already numerous Works in progress and university, you would approach him and find out more about this midnight skateboarder.

But as it turned out, you didn’t have to wait too long.

//

“Y/N! Where were you, it’s almost 1 a.m!” Your sorority sister Chaeyoung sat up on her bed as you walked into your shared room. Her short blonde hair fluttered around her face as she slipped off the bed, bounding towards you. “I had a longer shift than normal, Imperium was weirdly full.” You responded, pulling your bag off your shoulder.

“Alpha Phi Alpha is throwing another rager. Do you want in?”

That’s when you heard it. You’d been so absorbed in the music from your own earphones that you didn’t even noticed the deep bass thumping through the air, the muffled cheers and screams of enjoyment. Of course there was a party going on, it was a Friday night.

Life next to a fraternity house wasn’t the most peaceful, but you didn’t mind it. Your sorority, Delta Kappa, was housed right next to the Alpha Phi Alpha frat house, close enough to share a fenced wall.

The Alpha Phi Alpha fraternity was the most sought after fraternity on campus; acceptance meant instant skyrocketing of social worth. It was all extremely cliché: the best frat on campus, filled with the smartest, most attractive guys, throwing the most memorable parties and yet maintaining their stellar record of being good at pretty much everything.

“Sure, why not? I have some energy to let off.” You smile, throwing open your shared wardrobe. Chae’s eyes shone wickedly, she was sold by the idea of any kind of party. “Are any of the other sisters coming??”

“Jennie, Lia and Yeri already left. I thought I’ll wait around for you.”

“How nice of you, Chae,” You huff out another laugh as you held out an outfit for her to see. “Ooh, I like it. Now hurry up, right?”

“Okay, okay!!”

20 minutes later, you were walking into your next-door frat house with Chae, already warmed by the electric vibe. “Y/N!!! You’re here!!”  There he was-tall, blonde and devastatingly handsome. Also seemingly tipsy, by the looks of it. Hwang Hyunjin was one of your closest friends, but he had a hard time handling his liquor, even though he would stoutly disagree when sober.

“What took you so long?” He slurred slightly, slinging an arm around you and giving you a tight, alcohol-smelling hug. “Unlike some of you, I have a job, Hyunin,” You quipped, returning his embrace and pecking his cheek- your usual greeting.

“Whatever, you’re here now.” He scoffed and ruffled your hair. “ We just made some new additions to the frat, you should come and meet them.”

“Sure, why not?” So Hyunjin took your hand and led you through the throngs of partying people. Soon enough, you stepped onto the roof of the frat house, a fairly clean space for being set up by a troupe of boys. Fairy lights left the people on the terrace bathed in soft yellow lights, a rather aesthetic sight.

There were around a handful of people lounging around on the couches and carpets, but Hyunjin led you to a particular group of people nearest to the railing, laughing and talking in a circle. You knew he had a gang of friends from all over the campus that just seemed to have an inexplicable pull towards each other.

You knew some of them by appearance from other ragers- music major Jisung with the cheeky smile, law student Seungmin with the puppy-eyes and an acidic tongue, Changbin with his almost flawlessly built body (you always paused for a second to admire his physique) and Minho, the guy who for some ominous reason always had bruised knuckles.

“Y/N! Hey!” Jeongin exclaimed, eyes brightening up in an endearing smile. “Hey Innie,” you grinned, happy to see another familiar face in the junior from the same major as you. “Yes yes hello and all that, Innie,” Hyunjin rolled his eyes, ignoring the look of mock offense he got from Jeongin. “I brought Y/N to meet Chan, coz he’s new to the frat, and my favorite sorority girl should be the first to know about the new fish.”

He threw an arm out, pointing to one of the guys leaning against the railing of the terrace, all smiles and black hair. You extended your own smile towards him, already giving him a casual once over- He wasn’t too tall, with impeccably built shoulders in a muscle top….wait. The question was out of your mouth before you could stop it.

“Are you the weirdo that goes skateboarding at midnight?”

A pause rippled across everybody in the circle, the smile on Chan’s face reducing to an incredulous splutter as Jisung choked on a giggle- that did it. All of the guys dissolved into peals of laughter, loud and unrestrained.

“Sorry about that,” You said, letting out an embarrassed sigh as you stepped around the circle to get closer to Chan. “I’ve seen you in the skate park when I’m getting back after work.”

He shrugged, his handsome features still splashed with sheepishness. “It’s fine, it was just a matter of time, I guess.” Over the laughter, you could hear how smooth his voice was, like melting chocolate.

“If it counts for anything, I thought you’re really good at it.” You weren’t the beat around the bush with your words. “You made it look so easy.”

A light blush reddened his ears as he grinned at the compliment. “Thanks.. Y/N, was it?”

You spent the rest of the night with the boys, caught in easy banter- but particularly, you got to know Chan. He had been living off campus until he’d decided to apply for the fraternities on a whim, ending up with an acceptance to Alpha phi Alpha. He was a business major, with a creative minor in music producing- just like Changbin. He was a natural extrovert, effortless with conversation and people skills, a man married to his work-to the point that he regularly lost sleep over it. He was also a bit of a dork, you noticed, with his random bursts of exaggerated hand movements and lame jokes.

The sun was beginning to rise when you decided to get back home. “It was nice getting to know you, Channie,” you grinned, pulling him into an easy hug and pecking his cheek.

“Likewise, Y/N.” He smiled his captivating smile at you, before walking you to the frat house door. “Before I go, what do you say about exchanging numbers?” You asked. He was a good sort, the kind of guy who’d make a really good friend. Why not?

Chan agreed amicably and sent you off with promises to catch up soon, leaving you feeling light and happy.

To your surprise, he ended up dropping by your sorority the very next morning, asking if you were up for waffles at a nearby café. You happened to be awake at the time and decided to tag along with him- even though it was 6 in the morning.

“The guys refuse to wake up early and join me,” he complained, holed up in the café with plates of waffles and orange juice in front of you. “Chan, be honest,” You chuckled. “The only reason we’re awake at ass o’ clock is because both of us can’t sleep to save our lives.” He rolled his eyes in amusement. “Stop wise cracking and get on eating, Y/N.”

That café run cemented your day-old friendship into one of peaceful camaraderie, a safe space for each other within the chaos of your friend circles.

//

Winter melted slowly into spring, bringing tidings of new beginnings, assignment and semester exams and subsequently, end of semester parties. As always, Alpha phi Alpha was throwing a rager of a party that was expected to be the best all semester.  Your entire sorority had received invitations and were all excited to drown out the stress of exams week. You, on the other hand, were also thinking about something else. Someone, rather-Chan.

You and Chan had only grown close over the course of the past months,  gradually bonding over ungodly morning cafe runs, late night texts between breaks and video calls asking for outfit opinions.

You frequented the frat house more often, a fact that Hyunjin rejoiced (and teased you relentlessly) over. Chaeyoung only gazed at you with a suggestive look in her eyes when you slipped into the room at 2 a.m in the morning with one of Chan’s many black hoodies hanging off your shoulders. What, it was winter, it was cold on your way back from Imperium and he offered! Chan, to his credit, seemed to be just as invested in this newly growing friendship as you were. He walked you back from Imperium whenever he was at the skatepark, invited you on his midnight skate runs,  even almost breaking his arm trying to teach you how to balance on his skateboard.

It was an outlet for his energy, he explained one day. Sometimes working on music or going on a run didn’t give him the same sense of calm that skateboarding did. It wasn’t about the attention for him- with Chan, it almost never was. Not surprisingly, you liked that about him.  You liked Chan, for all his insomniac, stress skateboarding, black hoodie hoarding self.

The party was already in full swing when you and Chaeyoung knocked on the main door. One of the frat boys you didn’t know opened the door, smirking at you before yelling over his shoulder. “Yo, Chan, your girl’s here!”

Your eyes widened, exchanging an amused glance with Chae, who was openly laughing at your expression. Chan’s girl? Not that you hated the sound of that.. But you were just a friend- a friend who had a crush on him.. Right??

Chan hurried to the door that very instant, shoo-ing his frat brother off. “Sorry about that,” he murmured , exchanging hugs and cheek kisses with you and Chae. “To the usual spot?” he grinned, comically offering you his arm.

“Of course, my dearest,” you gushed, the two of you bursting into a fit of giggles as you linked your arm with his, allowing Chan to steer you towards the staircase leading up to the terrace. Once on the rooftop, you were met with a familiar sight- 7 boys giggling and talking amongst themselves in a loose circle near the railing. “Chan, don’t hog all of Y/N’s attention, she’s here for the party, you know?” Jisung called out the second he spotted the two of you heading towards them.

Amidst a gale of laughter, Chan frowned indignantly, opening his mouth to give Jisung a tongue lashing before you broke in, a sly smile stamped across your own face. “Who says I’d mind it??”

A chaotic chorus of 7 male voices responding to you had you laughing aloud, scanning Chan’s face for any discomfort. But he only had flaming ears, shifty eyes,  and a shy smile trained on you- a smile that shifted from shy to teasing in split seconds.

“If that’s the case, then I’m stealing Y/N for the night, you guys!” He declared, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the door the two of you had just walked through. “Chan, what are you doing?” You breathed out in amusement, not pulling your hand away. Your heart was beating out of your chest at everything going on, especially with Chan’s warm hand enclosing yours and the way he’d just smiled at you-

“Something I’ve wanted to do for a while now,” Chan’s voice was exactly as you knew it, smooth, warm melted chocolate. “Come with me to the skatepark. Just for a while.” Who were you to say no to that voice?

//

Chaeyoung opened the door to the sorority early next morning, squawking in laughter when she saw who stood in front of her. You in Chan’s hoodie, your hand in his, your lipstick staining the side of Chan’s jaw and the kicker- you hugging Chan, quickly landing a soft kiss on his lips before skipping into the house.

Chaeyoung could only look at the adoring look on Chan’s face as you disappeared into the house and close the door, laughing quietly.  Ah, young love. 

[lilallama]

What's cc ideal Christmas with y\n

As Christmas songs played and the smell of freshly baked goods spread through the halls, seven boys were watching Namjoon's servants decorating the almost ten metres tall Christmas tree. "Couldn't you have afforded a better Christmas tree, Namjoon?" Seokjin eyed the tree with distaste while Namjoon clicked his tongue and threw him a glare. "We're not here to fight, guys." Hoseok pushed his glasses up with a smile, "We're here to celebrate with Y/n." The shortest boy, Jimin was now crossing his arms and pouting while staring across the white, golden front hall to the unnecessary tall front door. "When are they coming, I'm getting bored!" "Jimin," His best friend scolded him, "Don't rush Y/n. I'm sure they'll arrive any minute now."

As if summoned the door bell rang, leading all the boys to race to open the door. Namjoon finally opened the doors, revealing Y/n. "Y/n!" They all chimed in union as Y/n stepped inside closing the doors behind them. Their (lean, petite, plush, broad etc.) body shivered slightly from the cold. "Merry Christmas, guys!" All of them stormed and wrapped Y/n in their arms, a cosy group hug with their love in the centre. "I missed my boys too!" Was said by the personification of perfection as they let out that wonderful, cheery laugh they all desired to be surrounded by at all times.

"I even brought presents for you all!" Only now did they notice the bag they were carrying with them. The boys roared in excitement, confusion or shock. "Awe, Prince/Princess, that was so not necessary. I already have everything, well unless your gift is a rendevouz with just the two of us." The others groaned and complained in outrage. Such behaviour was unacceptable of their club member! "No way, if anyone takes them out it's me!" Jimin pulled them closer to him as he nuzzled himself into their shoulder. "The fuck!? No way you will!" The youngest, Jeongguk practically barked at Jimin who only started whining to Y/n. "Baby, Jeonggukie's being mean again!" To which the others all groaned, except for Yoongi who fiddled with his worn out sweater.

A few moments later they were sitting in Namjoon's room. Seeing how huge it was, way bigger than the run down apartment Yoongi shared with his mother, made the young boy feel self conscious. He could never give Y/n what the others could. Not only money wise, but he also didn't see himself as charismatic or handsome as the others. Y/n sensed that something was off. Their focus layed on the fragile boy while the others discussed whether white- or dark chocolate was better. "You okay, Yoongs?" Y/n asked him as he jumped slightly. He was about to respond but felt his dry throat. Not a single sound could he force out so he just nodded before looking away nervously. Y/n knew he would continue to deny any problem, so they ruffled his fluffy white- blonde hair and joined the conversation of the other boys. Meanwhile Yoongi was staring at them with hearts shining in his irises. Hoseok was the only one to have noticed that interaction between the two. He pretended to not have noticed the lovestruck gaze of his elder towards his best friend. Yet he still threw him a dangerous stare from the corner of his eye.

"Y/n! I heard of a really fun game, you wanna play with me?" The others threw Jimin a sceptical look. "If this is about the mistletoe again-" "No," the pink haired boy let out a huff, "I told you all, that was just a joke." "Joke my ass, you almost kissed Y/-" Jeongguk was interrupted, "Y/n! How about it, mhm?" "Depends." Y/n looked at the puppy eyed boy leaning towards them. "What game are you talking about?" His eyes lit up as he grabbed a Christmas tree shaped cookie decorated with green, red and yellow sugar cream and put one side between his teeth. "I'll show you, grab the other piece with your theeth but try not to break it." The elder (gender) shook their head at Jimin's "game". "Basically the poky game but with cookies?" Asked Hoseok confused. Namjoon leaned towards Hoseok. "What's 'the poky game'?" Meanwhile Y/n decided to play along. Slowly both nibbled their way along the cookie which was more difficult than expected. Jimin closed his eyes and waited for their lips to touch when Y/n "accidentally" bit their piece off. "Oops, looks like you won Jimin." The disappointed look only lasted for a secobd before his eyes lit up and he quickly devoured his part if the cookie. He hurried over to Taehyung and whispered to him. "Their lips touched my cookie piece!" "Really? How lucky! Was there a bit saliva on there?" To that jimin only smirked.

They decided to watch some Christmas movies before giving each other presents. As Y/n was emerged into the story of another busy businesswoman meeting a no risk no fun attitude yielding guy and fell in love with him over time, Taehyung couldn't tear his eyes away from them. Slowly his gaze met their lips, he couldn't stop thinking about what Jimin said earlier. To imagine getting to taste even a bit of their saliva was giving him pleasant chills. But he quickly tried to regain himself. How could he think about such a thing? He knew he had to stop, after all lust was a sin. He's not a sinner! But the mere thought of them pressing their lips unto his made him almost let out ungodly sounds.

"Joonie." Namjoon's head turned to his beloved. "Yes, dear?" "Thank you for inviting me. Tonight has been really fun!" That left Namjoon to smile softly, presenting his lovely dimples. "No need to thank me. Without you none of this would've been enjoyable." His statement had Y/n chuckle and squish his cheeks. "Stop being so sweet to me, you big teddy." As soon as their hands brushed his cheeks he felt his whole body stiffen and heat up. His eyes were filled with love and adoration. How could they make his poor heart beath even faster than it already did every time he's in their presence? But he only ended up shyly smiling and bashfully returning to the movie.

Soon the movies were turned off, instead the room was filled with Christmas songs. Currently they played Last Christmas while eating the cookies. A few of them, including Y/n, started singing along to the song and having a blast. Y/n dramatically sang along pointing to Hoseok, their best friend. He chuckled a bit then covered his mouth as they continued to act silly. Eventually he broke out into full on laughter. His body shook as Y/n continued to dramatically lipsinc to the Christmas song. Usually Hoseok despised those insufferable tunes, Christmas was only useful to sell more products. He couldn't understand how someone could get so excited over such a tacky, money wasting corporate holiday. But Y/n some how made it feel... alright, almost pleasant you could say. Hoseok just loves how silly they are.

The clock told them it was 0 o'clock, finally they would be able to unpack the present their beloved snowflake gifted them. Such honour to be blessed with. "Don't you have gifts for each other?" Y/n furrowed their brows in confusion, so adorable. "Sweetie," Seokjin laughed amused, "Why would I give those baboons anything-?" "What he mean was," Namjoon interrupted Seokjin while throwing him a glare, "we already exchanged them before the holidays. We didn't think we'd celebrate Christmas together this year." "Or ever..." Was muttered by Jeongguk who crossed his arms impatiently and rolled his eyes. "If you keep rolling your eyes like that they'll roll right out their sockets, Gukie~" Hoseok mocked the younger while chuckling along with Seokjin and Namjoon. "No they're not! Eyes don't do that..., right? Y/n that can't happen, right?!" The younger gradually became more panicked. He shoved Jimin aside ("Watch it you muscle pig-") and started grabbing onto Y/n for dear life, or so it felt. "Nothing will happen Jeongguk." They petted his back lightly, leaving Jeongguk to melt and smile a lovesick bunny smile.

The eldest eyed Jeongguk with disgust, how dare that filthy rat touch his Prince/Princess. He cleared his throat and pulled Y/n aside. "I have a special gift for you, love. And no it's not my heart, you already have it." He winked and laughed in his charmingly goofy manner at his cliché flirt attempt. The others glare at them, Jeongguk clenched his fist to the point of his knuckles turning white. But Seokjin didn't let it bother him. "I got you this, I hope you like it." His usually obnoxious and arrogant smile faded into a bashful one as he handed them a little box wrapped in light pink gift wrap. A sparkling white bow was graceful tied ontop making Y/n wonder if he had done it himself. They carefully untie the bow and ripped off the gift wrap revealing a black box. As they opened it, it revealed a beautiful necklace adorned with a brightly shimmering white diamond formed in to shape of a small heart. He helped you put it on, it was perfect. "Do you like it?" He asked with a slight concerned look in his eyes.

They would tare apart the entire universe, pluck star from star that rests within the realm of sight. Time is endless when with you, fear and despair unknown after a look into your shining eyes. No matter how cold it may be, you'll always make their souls burn with such fiery passion and obsession. You are the greatest gift they could've ever gotten.

If you enjoyed reading my work, please reblog it. Thank you for reading!

[wakaoujisenhime]

Crush me - Bokuto x reader

A/N: Ok so this has been in my WIPs for waaay too long, so I finally decided to finish it and let’s ignore that this was a fic for last year’s kinktober Hope you’ll enjoy it! (´-ω-`)

⚠️ Also a very quick and serious warning before you read the story! This scenario belongs to the category of NTR (if you’re unfamiliar with this term, please look it up or visit the link I provided in the tags bellow!!!).

Tags: Bokuto x reader ✅  smut ✅  NTR (netorare) ✅  dubcon ✅  chocking ✅  size kink ✅  semi-public sex ✅  unprotected sex ✅

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Your life couldn’t be better.

You majored in the class you’ve been interested in since forever, had a stable mini job with a friendly and very understanding boss, teachers who adored and respected you, lived in a small, cozy, and surprisingly cheap apartment near the campus’ grounds, and last but not least were in a relationship with the best partner you could’ve ever wished for. He was caring, loving, just the right amount of funny and serious, and let’s not mention just how good he was pleasing you underneath the bedsheets.

All in all, you were sure that absolutely nothing could come and disrupt your happiness...or at least that’s what you thought until that one fateful night.

One of your friends invited you and your boyfriend to the newly opened restaurant just down the street. You weren’t in the mood at first, but after having to listen to the countless praises and pleas of your classmate, you had no other choice but to agree. That night, just before the two of you went out, you debated on which outfit you were going to pick and if it weren’t for the warm hands of your lover that caressed your body ever so gently, praising it constantly and saying that no matter what kind of outfit you chose, it would suit you, you would’ve needed more than an hour to prepare...

“And here they are! Our lovely couple of the year!”

“Come now what are you two waiting for, pick a seat and join us!”

You apologized multiple times and confessed that you were to blame, but the group in front of you just brushed it off and pointed to the two empty seats next to one of the most famous volleyball players of your entire university - Hinata Shoyo. The two of you had met some months ago after he was about to accidentally join your classes and since that day you have considered him to be an irreplaceable existence in your life.

He got up from his chair and greeted you with his typical bright grin and gave you and your boyfriend a tight hug before sitting back down and handing the two of you a menu. You chose what you wanted to eat and drink rather quickly and began catching up with your athletic friend. After you two talked about the typical struggles of daily life you moved on to the topic that interested him the most: volleyball. The way he talked about that sport always made you smile. His eyes would always grow super wide and start to glisten as if he was surrounded by nothing but glitter while he jumped from one topic to the other, never finishing his initial thought, but that was what made these frequent chats so interesting for you.

“Oh, I almost forgot to tell you, but do you remember that one awesome upperclassman I told you about?“

Hinata’s question took you by surprise, but after a short while of looking back to all of these ‘amazing seniors’ he’s mentioned to you, you finally answered: “You mean that one who taught you how to block your opponents?”

“Yes yes yes, exactly that one! You see...I actually invited him tonight and he’s already on his way!“

You suddenly froze up. For some reason, this sudden news was making you a tad anxious. That upperclassman he was talking about was once that had a major influence on Hinata’s character as well as playing style and by his constant praisings of him, he also seemed to be quite the intimidating fellow so being nervous to meet someone like that was normal, right?

While you were overthinking the imminent meeting of someone so dear to your precious friend, you completely missed the waiter who had already brought you your order, it was only after your boyfriend had gently caressed your thigh that you had come back to your senses. You gave him a small smile and just as you were about to take a bite of your dinner a sudden loud voice interrupted everybody’s conversations.

“Hey, hey, hey! Sorry guys for my delay, but my roommate just ha-”

“Bokuto-san!!”

“Hinata my dearest disciple, come here!”

Before any of you can properly react to this man’s sudden appearance he had already made his way towards your orange-haired friend who had once again gotten up from his chair and was greeting his idol with the same powerful hug he had greeted you with as well. The two of them were right behind you so turning around and facing the rumored man proved to be quite difficult as of right now. All you could do was sit tight, listen to their conversation and wait for them to either move or for Bokuto to sit himself down somewhere.

“Ah, I almost forgot! Bokuto-san this is the young woman I told you about!“

You felt the ginger-haired man put his hand on your shoulder and you took it as a signal to finally get up and properly introduce yourself. The plan was to give him your hand, squeeze it while you exchanged names, sit yourselves down, and have some small talk, but the moment you faced Hinata’s idol you were left speechless. The man in front of you was the exact definition of a giant. He was towering above you with at least a head or two, his build was almost as broad as the doorframe and even if that shirt he had on was the biggest size the shop he bought it at had, his muscles still managed to stretch it to such an extent that you worried the fabric might tear any moment now. The man’s grey hairs were an excellent accent to his bright yellow eyes and the longer you looked into them the more you felt yourself get mesmerized by his entire appearance.

“Oh, so you’re the rumored (Y/N)? It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, my name is Bokuto Kotaro.”

“Mhm...t-the pleasure’s all mine!“ you stuttered and immediately shook your head slightly in embarrassment. This was your dear friend’s senior and even though you wanted to make a good first impression, you couldn’t help being overwhelmed by basically everything about him. Bokuto on the other hand just grinned at you and suddenly without any warning wrapped his arms around your body in a strong embrace. At that moment it seemed as if time had stopped, you couldn’t quite explain what made you feel so different from all of these hugs you had received tonight, but the way his arms wrapped around you was making your heart beat faster than it should have and all you could think about was how you could escape his grasp.

“And this gentleman next to her is her boyfriend! He’s in a couple of my classes and we even sit next to each other sometimes!“ announced Hinata with his usually cheerful voice.

“Ooh a boyfriend, huh? I’m so jealous of you two! I wish I could finally find someone who complimented me that well like you two do!“

He finally let go of you and moved on to give your lover a similar embrace as he’d given you just some mere moments ago. While they introduced themselves to each other you just stood there motionless.

W-What was that..? Why did his embrace feel s-so...so different?

——

Everyone had received their food by now and was focused on their chat while you on the other hand couldn’t even concentrate on the stories your boyfriend told you about. You caught yourself looking into Bokuto’s direction multiple times and your thoughts constantly wandered to the moment he had wrapped his arms around your body. It was but a matter of time for your lover to notice your absentmindedness and call you out on it.

“Hey, sweetheart...is something the matter?”

“H-Hm? No, everything’s alright, don’t worry!”

He didn’t believe your excuse, but he decided not to pry any further and he simply caressed the back of your palm instead. You smiled and gripped his hand as a sign of appreciation. Suddenly, you felt someone’s foot gently rub against your own which made you jump ever so slightly. Your eyes immediately darted to the man next to you, afraid that he’d resume his interrogation, but he was too busy talking to your friend who sat right next to him and had missed your small jump. A relieved sigh escaped you, but unfortunately, the other person’s leg continued brushing against your own and you hated admitting it, but you had a hunch who it could be there was only one certain individual that came in question.

Bokuto.

And you were right. The moment you turned your head to the side a pair of piercing yellow eyes stopped you mid-movement with their intensity. You returned his glance with a stern expression that underlined your confusion but demanded some answers at the same time. The corner of his mouth turned upright as he slowly leaned himself back on his chair, the movement causing his muscles to flex underneath his shirt. Embarrassed as you were by the entire situation you averted your gaze for a mere second but something convinced you to look back at him.

Big mistake.

His eyes had seemingly never left your person and the moment you had fixated your stare back to him, he used to chance to lick his lips while one of his hands slowly ran down his abdomen, down to his nether regions. The man’s other hand lazily came down to his unused fork, which was still lying on top of his napkin, and began to carefully push it towards the table’s edge. Your eyes widened as you slowly started realizing what this man planned on doing, yet all you could do was sit there and watch the silverware fall. He grinned at you as he whispered a small ‘oops’, bent down, and disappeared from your vision.

H-He isn’t seriously thinking of...

Uncertainty dominated your thoughts and with a panicked expression, you looked to your left and then to your right, making sure that no one was looking in your or his direction. Meanwhile, Bokuto had used your paranoia to his advantage and had closed the distance to your legs. His big hand took a gentle hold of your ankle, squeezed it lightly, and slowly moved up to your calf, your knee, and finally to your thigh. A big grin appeared on his face as he noticed how you instinctively closed the small gap between your legs. Your attempt to stop his antics proved to be quite ineffective against someone like him since he simply brought his second hand up to your thighs as well, gripped your kneecaps, and tried to once again spread them apart. And that was the last straw you needed before you suddenly stood up and almost knocked your chair over. This time a lot of the guests looked in your direction and much to your surprise Hinata was the first one to speak up.

“You gave me quite the scare there, are you alright (Y/N)?”

With a visibly forced smile, you told your friend that you had just remembered something quite urgent and that you wanted to take care of it. Unfortunately for you, your boyfriend wasn’t as gullible as the others and he immediately saw through your lie. He took a hold of your hand and asked you in a rather hushed voice what was going on with you tonight. While you tried to find a suitable excuse for your behavior, Bokuto used the commotion to return to his seat and act as if he was equally as confused as the others, but his eyes never even once left your person and stalked you until you had finally left the establishment.

——

You sighed in exhaustion and slumped against the brick wall of the building you just exited. This was supposed to be a normal night out with your boyfriend and some friends and yet look at what happened. At the thought of how Hinata’s idol had behaved throughout the entire evening you couldn’t help but be reminded of the moment he had first met and embraced you, his mighty arms squeezing you ever so slightly. Your mind unconsciously wandered to how good and different his body had felt in comparison to your lover’s, just being pressed against his trained torso, having his big hands roam your legs and the way he clawed your kneecap to spread you apart just-

W-What the hell am I thinking about..?! I need to stop this right now!

While you were still mad at your inappropriate thoughts, you had missed the shadow that was slowly creeping up toward your direction. What ultimately brought you back to the present was how someone placed their hands on your shoulders and squeezed them tightly while pulling your upper body towards their muscular one. You got scared of course, but the low chuckle that followed the moment your hands darted to your surprise attacker’s wrists made you tense up for an entirely different reason. Throughout tonight’s dinner, you had heard that same low laugh countless times and the man it belonged to was none other than the one you ran away from mere moments ago.

“Now now, there’s no need to be that cautious around me, now is there?“

You glared up into the piercing pair of yellow eyes that looked down at you in amusement while his palms slowly made their way down to your chest. Before you could even think about struggling, the man held onto your chin and jerked it upward as he suddenly began kissing your lips. It took you a short while to realize what he’d just done and during that timeframe, Bokuto had already shoved his tongue inside of your mouth and began lightly caressing your exposed neck. Unfortunately, you came to your senses quicker than he would’ve preferred and you even managed to bite his lip and interrupt the kiss in the process.

“Heh, not bad”

“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

You were now facing the man in front of you and the way he stood there showed no remorse whatsoever if anything he enjoyed this entire situation while you on the other hand were fuming.

“Aww come on it was but a simple kiss and nothing more. He’ll never find out about it and even if he does feel free to blame me for it, I promise I’ll play along!”

Just what does this man take me for? How bold can he even be?

“Do you even hear what kind of nonsense you’re spouting right now? You want me to play along with your advances, cheat on my boyfriend with a person I barely even know, and then blame you for it? Surely there must be a boundary to your audacity!”

You intended to continue scolding him, but the grey-haired young man didn’t come here for you to give him a tongue-lashing and nag him as his roommate did daily, so after a couple of minutes he decided to cut your monologue short by taking a tight hold of your neck and shoving your back once again against the wall.

“Listen up sweetheart...I’d like to continue standing around while you scold me with that adorable pouty expression of yours, but our time together is already limited enough so I need you to stop talking and start moaning.”

As if to emphasize what he’d just said, Bokuto shoved his knee right between your legs and rubbed it up to your crotch. You tried to tell him off once again but all that came from you were mere stutters which even you couldn’t decipher. His gaze was so gentle and loving even though he was choking the entirety of your lungs’ air out of you. He also didn’t budge even the slightest as your nails dug into the back of his palms, desperately trying to loosen his grip to no avail. Your vision was slowly fading to black, your legs lost strength but just as you were about to collapse right before his eyes he immediately let go of your throat and let your limp body fall right into his broad chest.

“There there, I’m sorry I had to be rough with you, but I’ll make up for it, ok?”

He planted a kiss on your temple as his hands slowly made their way down to your buttocks, taking a tight hold of each cheek and spreading them apart as much as your clothes allowed him to. While you were still trying to catch your breath he had already stripped your lower body and exposed it to the cold night air, which immediately caused countless goosebumps to adorn your shaky legs.

“N-No wait, stop.”

“Shh, it’s going to be ok, just leave yourself to me..”

Before you could protest yet another time you felt something thick press against your lower belly. Your eyes grew wide, your mouth opened and closed yet no sound came out from it and no matter how much you tried to glance down and see what this thing was that pulsated ever so slightly against you, Bokuto’s fingers had such a tight grip on your chin that it kept you in place and gave you good to no opportunity to confirm your suspicions. The sound of a belt being undone and a zipper being pulled down were the final hints you needed to affirm your fears from before. Merely a moment later you felt his warm and hard shaft rub right between the crack of your legs, spreading your labia apart. His tip aligned with your entrance and tried to push through your tight walls, a plan that was doomed to fail due to his thickness and your obvious lack of arousal.

“Haa...seems like we won’t be getting far that way.”

With a rather frustrated expression, Bokuto looked down at you, sighed, and turned your body around by taking a hold of your waist. While you were still trying to fill your lungs with air again the man behind you spit on his shaft and rubbed himself off to make the insertion less painful for you. The moment he readied himself to finally penetrate your insides, you snapped back to reality.

“Do not even think about putting your dick inside of me without a condom.”

“So if I had one, you’d be ok with it?”

You glared back at him hoping that it would awaken his common sense, but it, unfortunately, didn’t, it encouraged him even more. You felt how his wet tip slowly slid past your entrance, the girth of his head alone spread your hole apart more than you were used to.

“Damn you’re tight...you sure that this isn’t your first time?”

“O-Of course it isn’t! You are j-just ridiculously big!”

The man grinned and thanked you for the compliment as he thrust his hips forward so that at least his tip had penetrated your insides. Even though he hadn’t entered you completely yet, you already felt full and despite the fact that he had misunderstood your comment about his size you truly began to wonder if this wasn’t your first time. Bokuto tried to push himself further in, but with the way you tightened up around him, he quickly realized that he’d have to put in a little bit more effort to make you aroused enough. With that thought in mind, he brought his hand around your body, placed his fingertip on your clit, and began to softly rub it, the unexpected rush of pleasure caused you to unintentionally jerk your hips back, pushing his cock further in. You moaned as you tried to keep your legs as steady as you possibly could, careful to not take any more of that monster inside of you.

“Damn sweetheart I’m not even completely inside and you’re already letting out such sexy moans...you should be more careful if you want me to control myself.”

The sudden warning surprised you, but the way his deep voice had hissed that partly triggered something in you. Your boyfriend usually treated you pretty gentle and sometimes he’d treated you a bit rougher than what you were used to, but he’d never really lost his composure up until the point he’d wreck your insides, so you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like.

“Hey hey...don’t tell me you’re thinking of someone else while I’m the one inside of you.”

You remained silent, which was confirmation enough that that’s exactly what you had done. It was understandable really, but it still pissed the grey-haired man off, and now that he was irritated he’d make sure to fuck all the thoughts of men other than him away. And with that newfound determination, he took a hold of your arms, pulling them back towards him as he slapped his hips hard against your rear, burying himself balls-deep inside of you. Before your loud moan could escape your lips Bokuto let go of your arm and placed his hand right on top of your mouth, muffling your whiny voice. The position the two of you were stuck in right now was uncomfortable for him to devour you like he wanted to, so he proceeded to wrap his other arm around you as well, squeezing your body closer to his.

And there it was again, that odd feeling you had when he’d first embraced you returned. Your heartbeat quickened and your insides tightened up, which caused the man behind you to groan next to your ear.

“You like that baby girl? Do you enjoy being manhandled like that?”

He leaned back, your legs getting lifted from your height difference while his hips’ movements sped up and since you weren’t able to stand properly the only means of him to support you was to hold you even tighter. Unfortunately, the man’s mind was clouded by pleasure, and thanks to that he couldn’t quite control the amount of strength he used on you, and unbeknownst to him, his muscular arms were slowly but surely obstructing your airways. This choking feeling should’ve been painful for you and mixed with the fact that right now he was rearranging your insides despite you having a boyfriend, it felt strangely good and...fulfilling.        

What is even wrong with me...? I shouldn’t be feeling this good and yet why...?

Your glassy eyes stared at his buff arm which was pressing against your breasts and the way some of the veins along it popped up every time his hips collided with your plush ass. Every time your body was about to slip away from his grasp he’d buckle his pelvis upwards, his cock’s engorged head brushed past that one particular spot inside of you that unleashed wave after wave of pleasure and pushed you further and further towards that blissful release you so badly wanted to hold back. No matter how much effort you put into hiding your moans, your insides told the man all he needed to know.

“You’re about to cum aren’t you? But I won’t let you,” he hisses next to your ear as he reduces his speed, “not until you tell me how you’d like my cock to ruin you.”      

Of course, he wouldn’t make it easy for you, why should he? Seeing someone who was already in a relationship tremble from his efforts was a true bliss indeed, but more than that he’d wanted to ruin you completely so that neither you nor your boyfriend had the chance to recover your messed up body and he knew just the right way to do it. You were so dangerously close to reaching climax so if he started edging or teasing you right now you’d break quite quickly, but it wouldn’t be as satisfying as making you cum from the high feeling of getting chocked by his trained muscles.

“Come now...be a good girl for me and tell me already. You’re way too close and I’d really like to avoid any punishment that might occur if you cum without my permission.”

D-Damn you...

He was right though. You were too close and stopping now would’ve killed you, not only that but the quicker this was over the faster you could return to your boyfriend. With that excuse in mind, you closed your eyes and opened your mouth: “I-I...want you to- ah! C-Crush–“

“What do you think you’re doing?”

You immediately froze up as you heard the familiar voice of none other than your lover. All that build-up pleasure vanished and was replaced by an indescribable fear.

“What do you mean? I’m just taking a smoke, nothing more. What about you?”

“Oh, I just...wanted to check up on my girlfriend since she had some business to take care of.”

W-What...?

It seemed like your boyfriend was talking to one of your friends just around the corner and as soon as that realization hit you, a wave of relief washed through your body.

“Do you have any idea how tight you got when you heard your man’s voice?” whispered the husky and familiar voice of Bokuto as he ran his palm down to your puffed clit. “I wonder if you can get even tighter than that...shall we try out what kind of reaction you’ll have when I cum inside of you?”

“Y-You wouldn’t!”

“Oh really? Then let me show you just what I’m capable of.”

And with that he finally loosened his grip on your body, bringing both of his hands to your hips, and began moving them up and down rapidly while his thrusts matched the quick pace. The way he held you now allowed the perfect curve of his cock to hit that one sensitive spot inside of you with tremendous accuracy and now when you truly had to be as silent as possible you just couldn’t hold your voice back entirely so some whiny moans and heavy gasps managed to escape your mouth. While you were having such a hard but pleasurable time, Bokuto was living his best life.

The moment he’d first laid his eyes on you something inside of him clicked and the only thought that occupied his mind was to make you his, but as soon as he embraced you that simpleminded thought distorted into a more feral one. The way you perfectly fitted into his strong arms and the slight tremble that had shot through your body the moment he’d squeezed you ever so gently made him long for the sight of seeing you get crushed by him in every possible aspect. When Hinata introduced some nobody as your boyfriend he really couldn’t have cared less. Judging by the difference in physique only, that man could never make you feel as good as Bokuto could and the grey-haired man knew that, making it his business to prove you just that. And look where that got him. He was now messing up that same woman’s insides, namely yours.

“We should gradually come to an end, what do you think?”

The grin on his face widened as he saw just how much you were struggling to give him an answer, you were busy enough with trying to keep your voice down and formulating entire sentences, so him asking you something exactly at that time was yet another cunning example of his behavior.

“N-Not...a-ah! ...insid- ah!”

“So you want me to dirty the alley just like any other random person? That’s not very nice of you, you know?...No, I’ll make sure to cum so deep inside of you that you’ll never get it out, so make sure to keep your sweet little pussy tight for me, ok?”

And with that, he began thrusting like a madman who’d been deprived of any sexual activity for the longest time and all you could do was whine pathetically while the unsuccessful release from earlier slowly reawakened. You glanced ever so often to your left where you still heard the meaningless chat of your lover and your friend. Being this close to an orgasm and having some other man planning to come inside you should’ve made you feel bad or worried, but at this point, all those thoughts had no place inside of your mind, all of them were dirtied by Bokuto.

Speaking of him, his grip around your hips had tightened while his thrusts had lost some of their accuracy and were now sloppier than before it didn’t change the amount of pleasure you felt from it. And just some thrusts later the man buried himself balls-deep inside of you, his cum spurting right against the entrance to your womb. The way the warm liquid felt against your deepest part made you shudder and your orgasm finally hit you.

“Fuck...!” he swore silently and grabbed one of your asscheeks tightly, spreading it just enough to watch how your cum stained his veiny shaft and observe the lewd way your pussy twitched around his cock. You were still trembling and trying to take a hold of something that could support your wobbly legs and the only thing you could think of were the arms of the man who was filling you up. While you were still blank-minded and drowning in the aftershocks of your orgasm, Bokuto began planting soft kisses on your sweaty neck while his hands wandered up to your stomach.

“You must be quite full, huh?” he whispered next to your ear and nibbled on your earlobe afterward.

After pulling his cock out and putting it back where it belonged he took another look at you and tried to imprint it into his memory. Even though he couldn’t completely crush you this time he was confident that he’d succeed on another day, knowing fully well that he’d corrupted you this much...

[kaetastic]

How Do You Do This?

pairing: Papa!Luca Changretta x Mama!Reader

summary: Luca remains at home while his wife rests in bed, exhausted and visibly sick. However, he didn’t know it would be this difficult to take care of the house and a child. [requested: @imaginesbymk​]

warning: fluff (wow why am i like this) & bitsy angst if you squintttt

word count: 2.8k

note: i feel like i haven’t done well in encapturing luca as a father and as a whole character (such an excuse to rewatch season 4) thank you so much for this request!! all of these fluff requests makin me turn to a fluffy lady oops- also, hope ya’ll don’t mind me naming the daughter :D just wanted something italian.

Eyelashes fluttering open before intermittently blinking shut due to the single blaring sunlight that slipped through the cracks of the blinds, Luca let out a noise that was in the middle of a groan and a hum. In any other words, it was a sound of him agreeing to the usual morning. Something he found pleasant. Usual mornings may be disliked by some because of how monotonous and irritatingly dull it was. Luca believed otherwise. 

Usual- common and repetitive mornings was a sign of a normal day without anything peculiar out of the ordinary. People who weren’t used to having guns pointed at them wouldn’t mind something out of the ordinary once in a while. Not Luca. The mafioso would be called mental if he had hoped for something random to be yanked out of a box for an approaching day. In his line of work, it was better to pray for the same day on repeat, rather than countless pop-ups of issues from another group. Or worse, to wave off to men who had been ardent to their job and loyal to their work in coffins.

His shoulders were pulled taut as he stretched out the muscles that had been slumbering well through the night. All thanks to his well-payed and efficient timetable of the work he needed to be done with. Running down his fingers down his face, he couldn’t help but cheer a slight joy at the remembrance that it was finally Friday. Last day of work for the week. 

If there weren’t any emergencies calls that would take up the whole day. The Italian couldn’t help but notice that the recent short emergency calls had taken up nearly both of his weekdays. Barely had time to spend with Maria. The corners of his lips curled up even more. 

It had been roughly three years since his little girl had stumbled upon the world. And ever since then, the Italian believed that his world beamed brighter. Well, he was already riding clouds when he had met the woman who managed to enrapture his heart with her impressive magical abilities. But after the cheeky little girl had been born into the world, Luca was sure he was flying through the clouds. There were no other feelings that matched that of having a child. A girl- to add on that. Once again- usual, repetitive mornings of replaying past memories. 

Even though he thought without a doubt that he would die and rot to end his own branch, he was wrong. The times he had repeated the words to himself and to his mother that there would be no women who would be there for him when he would appear to their house drowned in rivers of blood; that there would be no one who would understand the world he had been born into was countless. He knew it was not a choice to birth into the criminalizing life. It was never a choice. Even if he had chosen to leave, he would trudge through sludge as a permanent trail for him to end up as a corpse. Luca was wrong, once again.

His mother who grasped onto the rope of hope which had smeared lines of red in her ageing palm had also whipped it onto the back of his head as a reminder that there was someone out there. Someone who would see him as him. Audrey Changretta was right. The woman strayed at the edge when her son was nearing the age of thirty without a woman by his side. Well, a woman that would stay permanently and was there to be with him. A miracle had hit them. 

“Luca?” A raspy voice called out his name, almost as if their throat had been scrapped dry. More like rubbing two grainy sandpapers against one another. The Italian pushed himself from the bed, the mattress dipping down as he sat.

“Yeah?” His fingers weaved through the locks of his hair that lingered a smear of the excessive gel he would slick through his hair nearly every single day. It coated the cracks of his fingers in a greasy plaster. A disgusted wince seeped through his teeth. Mussing his hair that had strands of hair poke at different angles while he watched the head of his wife peered into their bedroom, his whole body froze. A usual day would promote the activity of him peppering kisses all over his wife’s face (sometimes, if they were lucky to not be interrupted; if they were fast to finish- they could get the deed done). It doesn’t seem today would be a usual day… at all. Y/N’s face was tinted green, no different than that of a freshly plucked out cabbage.

“I think I’m sick.” As soon as the words brushed against her lips, the man sprung out of bed, not minding the chilly shivers of the air bite into his bare chest. Within four steps, he was already at the door where his wife looked like the living evidence of her theory.

“You look sick,” Luca mumbled as his hands cupped her cheeks. Her skin sizzled onto the palm of his hands. Just like that time he had accidentally slammed his hands onto a heated pan, thinking the gas was not on. “You’re burning, amore.”

The woman sported a pout at the fact that she won’t be able to carry out the chores of the house, “I’ll just call Dona. We talked during a party, and she told me she takes care of kids.” 

Her shoulders were curled down, slouched in disappointment and irritation from the inconvenient time for her to feel sluggish. There were so many things on the list she would have to do, but now- she would have to spend a day or how long the feeling manifested her muscles in bed. The phone sat on the counter of the kitchen. It stared its wide-opened eyes onto the figure that took a step towards itself. 

Even though it would take at least a couple of steps to reach the phone, it suddenly felt as if it had been placed further. Lights curtained the sides of her peripherals in blankets of haziness. Her toes slammed into the back of feet, the strings in her knees begun to slack. Wobbling in intermittent quivers, she barely had time to wrap her head around the idea of meeting the floor. 

“Hey, hey,” Luca was quick to jump onto his feet. Arms wrapping around her shoulders, he nudged her heated body to face him. “Come on, let’s get you tucked in bed. Maybe then you can��finally understand the meaning of relaxation.”

An exhausted chuckle fell off her lips, although, it sounded more like a grated wheeze. The Italian was referring to her dedication to staying sane in the house. Her husband had, of course, allowed her to step outside the warm walls; however, the only reason she would do so was if her thoughts had been off the rails or it was a family dinner. And lingering inside the house with a three-year-old left a scribbled list that seemed quite hefty. Just looking at it led to an overwhelmingly heavy emotion of exhaustion. There was always something to brush over, there was always something to sweep into the trash can.

The man helped her into her side of the bed. Luca, the man who played the strings in the mafia; who had been rumoured to doing abominable in his youth, was gazing into the exasperated eyes of his wife with nothing but concern, “I already took out the flour, sugar, and butter. Make sure you tell Dona-”

“I’m not calling Dona,” Luca cut her off, his fingers brushed over the bumps of her scorching knuckles. “I’ll just stay home. I’ll take care of Maria. It’ll be okay.”

He couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the slight quirk of his wife’s eyebrows. Even when she looked like she had seen death, she had the ability to amuse him. There were doubts in her head, bouncing off the walls as she beamed at him, almost sceptical at the sound of his list. However, hers’ had been mild and more tamed compared to the Italian. 

Inside his chest, he was roaring in frustration at the task he had assigned to himself. In his head, he was slamming every possible angle of his brain into his skull. The man had never taken care of Maria- alone. There was a major, very prominent difference when his wife or someone with experience of handling a child, was present by his side to take care of the infant. 

The longest he had been with his own daughter- alone, was when she was an infant age of one when his cousins had come over to drop something off. To which his wife had what felt like a stretched out conversation. It was for half an hour. He just had to make sure the baby was sound asleep (she didn’t move a muscle). 

Luca’s only memory and experience of taking care of Maria alone were for half an hour. The promise he had just made bounced out of his lips as if it was a mere reassurance to throwing out a dog’s shit. It was not. Even though her chest prickled worries and concern for the very new idea, there was nothing stored in her muscles for her to oppose. 

Wavering through an overwhelmingly large amount of feelings sitting on her chest was a patent emotion of guilt. Y/N falling sick had been the reason Luca won’t be going to work. Luca glanced at the eyes he had stumbled upon countless times, “Don’t worry. You stay here and rest.” 

His warm lips pressed onto her sizzling forehead before he yanked a random dress shirt from his closet. The corners of his lips curled up at the sight of the clearly exhausted woman tucked in the warmth of their bed, her back facing him. Creaking the door close to leave a minuscule gap between it and its frame, Luca was more than determined. With a tug on his buttoned shirt, his eyes brushed over the house. There was roaring ambition for him to seize the day, and succeed in the promise he had made. If he was going to do this, he will do this right. Oh, the call first.

The man stifled a cough as white powder sprung into the air to tickle his nose. He squinted his eyes to gaze through the misty haze concocted by the flour as if a blocking waterfall. Was it enough? Fingers running over his shirt, he barely spent time to bat an eye at the painting he had smeared all over his white dress shirt. A faint scraping noise echoed while his index fingers traced over the printed words on the book. Luca lost count of how many cups he had thrown into the bowl.

While he had a midlife crisis in hopes of figuring out how many cups of flour he had just hurled, a sob trickled into the quiet house. Nudging the underlying sound of cars zooming past their house, and the irritating hum of the lightbulb aside, no noise had interrupted the Italian’s extreme focus on the noted recipe. 

He was trying to be as precise as he could be. Well, that was until the little person had woken up from their deep slumber. With a huff, he brushed the excess flour from his palm onto his pants. 

“Good morning,” The man announced, startling the baby even though she had narrowed her eyes at the wide-open door for the expected lady. The string of tears balanced on her eyelid quivered to drain down her cheeks at the sight of the Italian man. Slightly panicked, his hands that were clamouring dry from the flour smeared all over his palm were quick to pull the awakened baby out of the low crib. “Shh shh, come on, è solo papà.” (it’s just daddy)

There was no doubt that the Italian had every muscle in his body spike up from the sudden obstacle he would have to face. A hefty one at that. Bouncing on his feet, his mussed morning hair that he had tried to tame (to which he failed) smacked onto her forehead. Maria, the three-year-old who had her father’s dark eyes that shimmered gold under warm light, and his sombre locks, stared at the man who held her. Luca, on a usual day, would be out before she would awaken from her slumber. No wonder the baby had been startled to see the man who spent his whole day in the walls of his office.

Strings of cries from the infant called for her mother, hands wiggling towards the open door; her feet prodding into the Italian’s stomach, in hopes of getting away, “Mamma is sick, so, it’s just you and me,” Maria halted to stare deep into his eyes as if she had understood his words. 

The corners of his lips curled up at the sweet sound of silence before it swirled back down at the familiar noise of crying. Not wanting the sick woman to wake up, he rapidly dashed to the window. Nudging the curtains to rest on the back of his head, he pointed at the puffy sky, “Look. A bird.”

Maria’s eyes beamed at the pigeons that flew to rest on a branch before it trailed back to her father’s face, “It’s papà. I’m sorry if I scared you,” With a heartbeat set at a normal pace, the baby finally digested the figure who practically stomped into her room. “Come on, I’m making breakfast.”

After settling down Maria who now blabbered on and on about her toys, the Italian mafioso didn’t waste time to get on with the pancakes. Cracking the egg (just as the book said), he peered onto the next line of instruction. While he proceeded to make sure that everything was in the bowl, and he had whisked, Luca couldn’t help but throw a glance towards the giggling child. In Maria’s hands were the stuffed dolls she had grown up with. She wiggled a teddy in front of a quite butchered female doll. 

From the distance, he could only hear indistinct mumbling as she created a conversation between the toys. Luca couldn’t help but crack a smile. The years of him believing that having a family in such an organization was impeccably dangerous had been thrown out of the window. It might’ve been dangerous, but he would always be there.

The man had already cranked up the gas and prepared the first pancake. It did not look appetizing at all. The sides were frayed, plastered with blotches of black colouring. Not poisoning my child today. With a flip, the crunching sound of the failure meeting with the trash bag crinkled into the air. Pouring the batter, the pan sizzled at the cooling sensation, “Papa. Full.”

Maria pointed. Luca’s face fell. The one thing he had dreaded, he would have to face. It was sooner or later. Even though he had discarded the pancake, and he had paced towards the infant with a very fake smile in hopes of comforting her, there was nothing but sobbing in his head. He had seen his wife do it multiple times. Luca could do it.

It’s true, Luca could do it (even he impressed himself). Anyone could. But, could everyone successfully insert the pin to secure the cotton diapers? No. Luca did it, but he had no courage in him to attempt once more. He could still feel the shivering of his finger as the skin of his thumb wrapped around the cooling metal of the pin. Maria had been somewhat cooperable.

The three-year-old had only little patience while she watched her father pierce the pin through the first layer of her diapers. However, the energetic child had sprinted off, bare for anyone to see, to scurry around the house. Luca had spent some time in chasing and coaxing the baby in wearing the diapers first. 

Munching on the pale pancakes, Maria’s eyes twinkled before tearing off a bigger portion. An exasperated sigh left his lips. The familiar kiss of coldness bit into his skin. Luca glanced down in exhaustion. His neck might’ve felt like it would collapse in his work hours while he jotted away on papers, he couldn’t help but feel his muscles plead for a merciful, brief death. The sight of his shirt glued onto his skin where the water splashed out of the bath, added a block of the feeling ‘drained’.

While the infant gingerly bit into the slices to get the full taste, Luca slithered into his bedroom. The man practically melted into the floor at the sight of his gazing wife, “How do you do this?” 

[kirislut]

HEY WOW 500 IS AMAZING U SHOULD BE SO PROUD😽 can I request backyard boy with Tamaki amajiki thank you

“backyard boy”

a/n: thank you!! also i got carried away and ended up writing a lot...idk how it even happened ack and it doesn’t follow the song exactly but uhm oops 💀

song prompt: “backyard boy” by claire rosinkranz

warnings: none!

taglist (open): @katsushimaa @meliorist-midoriya @animatedarchives @softieshoto @bbakougo @grow-a-smile-for-a-while @finndaydreams @deephasoceanmagic @nieve-blancas @bunnythepipsqueak

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dancing and music was something you’ve always loved. to be able to let yourself go to move and dance around carelessly. it was like an ordered chaos, while you could move any way you wanted you still followed the beat. it was your form of freedom and expression ever since you were young. it was actually how you met your best friend, tamaki.

when you were in third grade, you were outside just dancing around to the music coming from the radio you brought outside. you were just having the time of your life, letting you body go as you smiled and swayed to the music. you only stopped when you saw dark blue hair through a gap in your fence.

being curious you walked over and tried to find a gap to see who was on the other side of the fence. you once overheard your parent talking about how the people had moved out, but it seemed that new people had moved in already.

you struggled for a bit, trying to find a good place to look but the hair was gone. maybe you had just imagined it? you didn’t think much of it, since your parent called you in to eat just after. but a few days later you were outside again, dancing and just enjoying the music from the radio.

once again you saw the hair, and this time an eye! but once you made eye contact it disappeared again. so now you were determined to find out who it was. and being the imaginative third grader, you can up with a simple plan.

so the next day you brought the radio out and let it play like usual. but this time you brought out a stool so you could peek over the fence to finally see who was watching you dance.

you waited until you saw the dark blue hair again, quickly you scrambled to climb the stool. peeking over you saw a boy who looked to be the same age as you, “hi!”

poor boy nearly died on the spot from the sudden intereaction. he looked up, surprised to see you from over the fence. however he didn’t say anything, just frozen on the spot from being spot.

“my name is (l/n) (y/n)! do you like to dance too? i saw you watching before! what’s your name too?”

little did you know that that intereaction would blossom into a deep friendship. it took time for tamaki to be able to properly talk to you since he was shy but you brought him out of his shell pretty well.

whenever you would play music he would come outside and the two of you would play together. he never danced until you taught him to. even then he didn’t really boogie down, just swayed to the beat with you. but you were just glad to have a dancing buddy.

it became routine from there on for tamaki to climb over the fence and hang out with you as music played. you even met mirio thanks to tamaki. but sadly you guys didn’t go to the same elementary school so hanging out usually took place in your backyard.

even if you wanted to, you guys couldn’t dance together forever. when tamaki told you he would be going to u.a. you knew that hang outs together would be limited since he would be training to become a hero afterall.

it was rough at first, you missed your friend and now crush. you knew that he would come home exhausted from training and busy with homework, but tamaki still tried to be with you whenever he wasn’t beat or was free from homework.

it became less and less frequent, and by his second year in u.a. it completely stopped. you would still catch glimpses of him but it was nothing more than a quick glance. it hurt you to think that he had forgotten about you, but he was busy and there was nothing you could do about that. becoming a hero was nothing easy. even so your backyard boy still had your heart. childhood crushes were never an easy thing to let go. your feelings were still present, just in the back of your mind.

you were currently in your backyard, just like the good ole days, but instead of dancing freely you were practicing a routine for your upcoming audition. while tamaki pursued his passion of heroism by going to u.a. you were chasing after your love of dancing by trying to get into a dance college.

music played from your speaker as you went through the motions of your routine. everything was going smoothly except there was a transition you couldn’t get down. your footing was always off each time you tried to do it. eventually you just became frustrated with yourself, stopping the music and sitting down to try and chill out.

however sitting wasn’t helping, but you knew what would. you played your dancing playlist on your speak and got up, getting a feel for the music first before letting the movement come naturally to you.

usually tamaki wouldn’t be at home, since u.a. established dorms, but he was allowed to go home after coming back from a dangerous mission. he sitting in his room, working on an assignment, when he suddenly heard music coming from outside.

he was suddenly filled with nostalgic memories from when he was younger, remembering how he would wait to hear music so that he could hang out with you. a realization dawned on him in that moment, you had to be outside. but another dilemma came to mind, how was he supposed to muster up the courage to talk to you again after so long.

after a minute of internal conflict he decided me might as well say something, part of him really missed your presence. tamaki made his way out of his room and went straight to the fence separating you both. as usual he peeked through the same hole in the fence to see you dancing around.

he felt his cheeks flush immediately, it had been a while since he had seen you properly. were you always this cute? he also noticed that your dance movements were more refined and calculated than just swishing you’re body around. you really blossomed into an amazing dancer, tamaki was completely transfixed in your movements.

he was always mesmerized whenever he watched you dance, he felt like a moth drawn to the flame of your movement. but he knew if he tried to dance like you he’d just crash and burn, dancing wasn’t his forte afterall. but he was fine with that, as long as he could watch you.

tamaki was caught up thinking about you, while watching you, that he didn’t notice that you were staring back at him.

“tama? what are you doing here?” your head cocked to the side, but embarrassment was evident on your face. before you weren’t shy about your dancing, but know it was different since your now crush was watching.

tamaki’s cheeks immediately flared up from being caught, it felt like the first time you guys talked again. “(y-y/n) sorry i didn’t mean to creep i just...” poor tamaki just struggled, how was defeating a villain twice his size easier than talking to you?

“tama it’s fine! i’m just glad to see you again it’s been so long, hop over let’s chat like before!” your enthusiasm came easy, but that didn’t stop the butterflies from rampaging in your stomach.

the shy male just nodded and easily jumped over the wooden fence, landing with ease. he stood there, the moment awkward as neither of you spoke. both of you were just admiring the other. just like how tamaki noticed the changes in you, you noticed the changes in him.

he was taller now, and even if he stood slightly curled in on himself you could still see the muscle he built up over the years of training hard. he changed from the cute, little boy into a strong, handsome man. but you couldn’t just oogle at him forever sadly.

“want to dance with me?” you weren’t sure what you wanted to say. well that wasn’t true, there was so much you wanted to say and ask but you just couldn’t figure out where to start. so might as well and indulge in your nostalgia and dance like in both of your younger days.

tamaki, even though was very nervous about his dancing skills, nodded curtly. besides, how could he say no to you? especially after seeing you smile so brightly, almost brighter than mirio’s smile, when he accepted.

you resumed the music, bobbing your head lightly then starting to sway and shimmy to the beat. tamaki however stood there, clueless and tense. they never him dancing at u.a. so he wasn’t sure how to jump in like you easily could.

lucky for him, you saw his hesitation and reached your hand out to him. “come on tama, even if we look silly well he having fun right?” again, how could he deny you? so he slipped his hand into yours, allowing you to pull him closer and also taking his other hand.

you bopped your head to the beat and tamaki did the same, just in a more rigid fashion. he was doing his best to follow along, it had been more than three years that last time he danced with you.

you started to pull and push his arms along with the song, shimming your shoulders back and forth as your own form of movement. tamaki was slow but eventually he got the hang of it, thanks to you.

after two songs you guys meshed together seamlessly, sure it was just the two of you sloppily dancing around each other while performing silly dance moves. but it was just pure joy and fun.

tamaki decided to do something bold, for once, and twirled you around. you smiled as you felt the air swish around you, but when he pulled you back to him. back in his arms, you were suddenly being bombarded by those previous butterflies.

for a moment the world held its breath as the two of you got lost into each other’s eyes. once again tamaki felt like he was being drawn to you, he didn’t even realize he was subconsciously leaning in closer and closer-

“tamaki! i need you for a minute!”

the moment left as quick as it came. the both of you pulled back from each other, faces flushed and hot from the prior tense atmosphere. “i need to go back now...” tamaki’s eyes lingered in the ground, a force taking over his lips. he didn’t want to leave already, he didn’t even have the chance to try and talk to you.

“right..” you sighed sadly as you watched him, you also really didn’t want him to leave. he just came back, you weren’t letting him slip through your fingers again. “hey tama, promise me we will dance again soon ok? and we still need to catch up after so long! just promise i’ll see you again ok?”

tamaki finally lifted his gaze back to you, seeing you standing with your pinkie held out to seal the promise. he really couldn’t deny you at all, but he didn’t want to anyways.

he nodded, a small smile on his face as he wrapped his pinkie with yours. you both squeezed your pinkies together then released, letting the hands return to each of your sides.

“bye tama!” you waved goodbye to the male as he hoisted himself on top of the fence, he looked back at you and just smiled shyly before pushing himself over and landing in his backyard. even though your time together was short, you knew you would see your backyard boy again soon. a promise was a promise afterall, and you intended to keep it. no matter what.

[itskateak]

Mint Ice Cream & Bubblegum Kisses - Chapter Four

(Bucky Barnes X Single Dad!Reader)

Series Summary: Y/N L/N works as an intel specialist at the Avenger’s Compound. He scans chatter on the international - and intergalactic - level for any information that might be helpful to the Avengers and other agents. But he’s also a single father to a beautiful eight-year-old girl: Angelica L/N. It’s tough raising a little girl on his own and working a full-time job, but he’s managing. A promotion has him launched up in rank at the Compound, leading him to work directly with the Avengers team. The only problem is it’s a 24/7 job. Life around the compound gets a little strange when his daughter is added to the mix of enhanced humans and ex-assassins.

Chapter Summary: Rumors had always surrounded Bucky Barnes. A very early morning has Y/N thinking that every single one of them are wrong.

Word Count: 3.9K

Warnings: Meet-cute, fluff, unwanted romantic advances (again), minor language, Bucky being a little self-loathing

A/N: I wish y'all could've seen what happened in the middle of revising this - we got a 5.1 earthquake out of nowhere that jolted the house pretty good and in my rush to pick up my glass (and not move from the couch because screw that, I'm lazy and mother nature would have to throw me off the couch herself like that guy in the bathtub on Nov. 30th, 2018 - which, by the way, who is just soaking in the bathtub at 8:30 AM???), I slapped the keyboard. Oops. And then we got two more in the next two minutes.

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Y/N sank into his desk chair, sleep hanging at the corner of his eyes. He almost had hit his alarm and gone back to bed, but since Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes were returning from a mission, he forced himself out of bed. They'd have information for him to add to the system that could be urgent. So, here he was, half-awake and booting up his computer.

He hadn't even had his caffeine this morning so his personality had yet to catch up. He was just a walking, mumbling shell of Y/N until his brain woke up entirely. That could take ten minutes, or it could take two hours. 

A knock on the door made him look up and blink to see who was in his doorway. The hall outside was still dark and his office wasn't very bright either so it was a little difficult to see.

Steve smiled in greeting and leaned against the doorframe. He was still in his tactical gear, a bloody scratch on his cheek proving that he'd come straight from the helicarrier. "Hey, Y/N. You're up bright and early."

"Well, you two decided to come back before even the roosters are awake, so...here I am. Just in case you guys had sensitive intel for me." Y/N tiredly smiled in return.

"Ah. Buck's the one who gathered most of the intel. He wanted to shower first since he was, in his words, sweatier than a sinner in a church and smellier than a nightclub on Wednesdays." Steve shrugged. "Sometimes I wonder if he's okay when he says stuff like that."

"A...nightclub on...Wednesdays?" Y/N asked, head tilted curiously.

"Apparently, Wednesdays were some of the busiest nights back in the day at the clubs he used to go to. Packed with people. We didn't really use deodorant in that time...so, it smelled pretty bad after a while." Steve explained. "Anyway, I came by to ask you a very important question."

"What's up?"

"What is your favorite caffeinated drink?"

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Y/N didn't realize he had fallen asleep on his desk until someone had carefully placed a cup next to him. He turned his head as he woke up, leaning his cheek against his arm. He blinked awake, noticing the mug.

"Bless you, you beautiful, beautiful person." He mumbled sleepily, straightening up and taking the warm drink gratefully.

"An apology for making you get up really early and somethin' to get you movin'." The person said with a soft voice. "Steve told me that was your favorite."

Y/N looked up at them and paused. He was tall - but that may have been the vantage point - and had wide shoulders. His eyes were a glittering blue and filled with friendliness. He gave a lopsided smile.

 "I'm Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, but everyone just calls me Bucky."

"Y/N L/N. Nice to meet you. And thanks for the drink." Y/N extended his hand to greet Bucky. "So, what do you have for me?"

Bucky set a small stack of old files on the corner of the desk before sitting down on the couch pressed against the wall meant for visitors. He laid his ankle on his knee, leaning back and lounging against the couch. He hitched his chin towards the dusty files.

"Grabbed them from the Hydra base we raided. Not sure what all is in there but it seemed pretty important given how it was locked in a safe within a safe, behind a vaulted door and guarded by people armed to the teeth." Bucky explained then sighed deeply, his head falling back against the top of the seat. He stared at the ceiling, shaking his head slightly.

"Sounds crazy. You okay?" Y/N swiveled in his chair to face Bucky, tilting his head slightly. He warmed his hands with the drink he'd been brought, taking slow sips periodically to avoid burning his tongue.

"Yeah, just tired and glad to be back." Bucky picked his head back up and brushed his hair back out of his face. It was obvious he had just gotten out of the shower not too long ago, his hair still damp and starting to curl up. 

"Did you get hurt?"  Y/N asked, concerned. From the looks of Steve, the mission had been rough on them. They'd been gone for almost two weeks.

"Nothin' major. Few scratches and bruises. Maybe a pinched nerve or muscle in my knee, but Bruce isn't awake yet to get it checked out." Bucky gestured with his head to his left knee before shrugging. "How're you settling in? I heard about Stark's smooth promotion offer."

"Oh, yeah...that scared the shit out of me. Everything's working out well. A little strange being my own boss, really, but it feels great. I know Angelica's having a blast with the fact there's a pool downstairs and she's surrounded by some pretty cool people." Y/N shook his head fondly. "New office, new room, new environment. It's different...but good."

"That's how I felt when I first moved here. Though, everyone wasn't as welcoming...and they had every right not to trust me." Bucky looked at the floor, expression faltering. "I'm...not the easiest to get along with somedays."

"I think we're getting along just fine." Y/N gave him a friendly smile. "I might be biased since you brought me my favorite drink."

Bucky laughed then, a warm sound that filled the space, and the corners of his eyes crinkled up. "So you figured out my plan. Bribe you into likin' me." 

"Don't think you have to bribe me very much." Y/N broke into laughter, too, happy to see a smile back on Bucky's face. "You should get some food and get some rest if you can."

"I won't be able to sleep until later. Too wired still and probably will be for most of the morning."

"Maybe Wanda will make some tea for you." Y/N set his cup down. "My daughter doesn't know that you two were coming back this morning. She can be very hyperactive and excited when meeting new people. I didn't want you to come back from a mission and possibly be in a bad state of mind only to be met with a kid who wants to ask you rapid-fire questions for an hour."

"I appreciate that. I won't be against meeting her this afternoon. It's a Monday, right?" Bucky glanced at the clock on the wall. It was almost five in the morning. "Yeah. Sometime this afternoon, if you want me to swing by and meet her, just let me know."

 "Of course. Thanks, again, for the drink. I'll get to these files soon." Y/N smiled, waving his hand vaguely at the stack of files.

"No problem. I'll get out of your way and leave you to it. Nice to meet you, Y/N. Happy to have you on the team." Bucky stood raised his arms above his head in a stretch. "Oh, and if you need translating or cracking the codes, let me know and I'll help with what I can. See you around, Y/N."

"See you, Bucky." Y/N watched him walk past the glass front of his office and down the hall. All the rumors he'd heard about Bucky being gruff and cold to everyone he meets seemed to be untrue. He already liked the ex-assassin, despite only knowing him for ten minutes total. His rough exterior was offset by his kindness and concern for others.

Y/N pulled the top file and opened it. He sighed. It was all in Russian. Luckily, he could scan the documents into the computer and a program would translate them all out. The only thing he'd need to do afterward would be to create a decoder for the system Hydra used. He shook his mouse to wake his computer.

This was similar tedious work to what he'd used to do, but at least he could wear what he wanted and play music out loud without disturbing anyone. And his daughter could come in and out whenever she wanted when she was tearing around like the little gremlin she was. 

With a wayward glance at the clock, he stood and started scanning the documents.

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Angelica came running into Y/N's office after school had gotten out, her backpack thrown on the floor near the couch. She flopped onto it on her back, limbs sprawled out, groaning loudly.

"Well, hello to you, too." Y/N said, glancing up from his computer to look at his daughter. "How was school?"

"Boring. Like usual." She whined, throwing her arms out but nearly falling off the couch in the process. She squealed and steadied herself. "I wish we did harder math things or read more interesting things."

"Can't be as boring as what I've been doing." Y/N teased, scrolling through the newly translated documents. He was still scanning the files that Bucky had brought that morning and he had yet to start cracking the codes that HYDRA used. "I have at least thirty-eight papercuts on my hands now."

"Whatcha looking at?" Angelica rolled off the couch and moved to see his computer screens. He switched tabs quickly to a google home page. "Papaaa."

"It could be sensitive content, Angel. Can't show you that. And I have no idea what kind of content is in there. Some of it might not be suitable for you." Y/N picked her up and settled her on his lap, an arm around her waist. She leaned back against him, leaning her head against his. "I could take a break and we can watch some YouTube."

"Ooh! Can we watch some dog videos?" She asked, excited.

"Whatever you want, kiddo." He leaned forward and brought up YouTube, typing in a search for funny dog videos. "We can have a fifteen-minute break before I should get back to work and you should start on homework."

"Don't ruin this for me." Angelica groaned, lighting kicking his shin. "Ooh! The first one looks adorable. Look at his little paws!"

Y/N grinned and clicked on the video, turning up the volume. Her giggles and laughter always brightened his day. He watched a puppy stumble and tip a water dish over. Everyone needed a puppy break in the middle of the day and it was definitely needed after the very early morning. 

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"Oh, wow. This is fancy. You sure moved up in the world." Kiera's voice startled Y/N and he looked up from his notes. 

"Oh, hi! Come in, Kiera." Y/N minimized the tabs on his screens and closed his notebook. "What can I do for you?"

"Well, I have a few files from our department that are directly related to a mission that's coming up that they want you to look at." She said, holding up two folders. 

"I've not been told of any mission but let me see what's up." He held his hand out and she crossed his office to pass the files over. He opened the top one and scanned over the words. "I'll have to talk to Tony or Steve to see what this is about, but this seems pretty important."

"The boss man wanted me to run it up here as soon as it was compiled. Are you sure you don't know what it's about?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"They might've told me and I just forgot. It's been a crazy few days with Natasha and Sam prepping to leave for a mission tonight and the intel I had to send to the Guardians." Y/N set the files down on his desk.

"So, how's it feel to be in the elite club?" Kiera sat down on the couch, crossing her legs. She was wearing a pencil skirt and heels, which he didn't actually pay attention to after doing a quick scan over her. 

"I had to get up at like...three-thirty this morning because Rogers and Barnes decided to return from a mission with sensitive files at four." Y/N buzzed his lips, leaning back in his chair. "Rogers stopped by first to say hi and tell me Barnes had all the files."

"Sergeant Barnes makes me...uncomfortable sometimes. He's really quiet in meetings and always looks like he's angry or doesn't want to be there." Kiera pursed her lips. "And whenever he talks, he's really short and gruff. He just seems really cold and unapproachable. Did you have to deal with him alone?"

"He brought me my favorite drink, apologized for making me get up so early, and asked how I was settling in. He was nice and offered to help  decode the files he'd brought." He shrugged, thinking back on their conversation that morning. "He was really friendly and open. I think he just isn't comfortable around strangers or large groups of people."

"Y/N, I'm worried about you and Angelica. What if he tries to hurt either of you? I know they say he's stable but is he really? What if he just snaps one day and turns back into the Winter Soldier?" Kiera stood and crossed to him, sitting on the edge of his desk. 

Y/N arched a brow slightly as she laid a hand on his shoulder, her thumb rubbing in a circle over the fabric of his shirt. "Kiera, why are you even bringing this up? If there was even the possibility of him being a threat to anyone, especially Angelica, they wouldn't have let us move in here or he would still be in Wakanda."

"All I'm saying is that you should be careful, okay? I don't think you should get too close to him. I don't want to see you get hurt and I really don't want to see Angelica get hurt." Kiera said. She didn't even know Bucky other than what she's heard through rumors or the news, so why was she pushing this so much? In his eight-minute conversation with Bucky that morning, he'd already dismissed all the rumors and other experiences people had told him about because of how open and friendly he'd been.

"Kiera," He started, voice low and stern. "If I had any concerns about Bucky, I would speak to him directly about it. Talking about him behind his back and perpetuating rumors only hurts his reputation and the way people view him. He knows people don't trust him and feels that it's rightfully deserved."

"Just...be careful, okay? That's all I'm asking. I just fear for Angelica." Kiera said quietly.

"Oh, uh...I'll just...come back in a few minutes." A voice made them both turn and Y/N shrugged Kiera's hand off his shoulder. Bucky was standing awkwardly in the doorway, a hand raised to knock on the door.

"No, come on in, Bucky." Y/N flashed him a warm smile and gave a side-eyed glance at the woman still hovering near him. "Kiera was just leaving." He said through his teeth.

"The boss will want me back in my little cubicle." She stood and walked past Bucky without sparing a glance at him and paused in the doorway. "I'll see you Wednesday night." She winked and smiled before sauntering down the hall.

"Did I interrupt something?" Bucky avoided eye contact, looking at the pictures on the wall instead as he moved further into the office. He looked awkward, his arms hanging limply at his sides. Y/N wondered if he overheard their conversation. 

"She was just bringing files relating to a mission coming up that I may or may not have been told about." Y/N turned back to his computer, opening his tabs and notebook again. Bucky could see the intel and he didn't have to worry about the confidential issue.

"Seemed a little more friendly than that." Bucky snorted, sitting down on the couch, and immediately sinking into it. He was relaxing with every passing second. "Wednesday, huh?"

"I have absolutely no idea what she was talking about. The only plan I have Wednesday night is to go to the library after getting ice cream at Pop's Shoppe with Angelica like we do every Wednesday night." Y/N said, looking at him with an open expression of honesty. 

"Sounded like a date to me." Bucky threw an arm over the back of the couch, his ankle resting on his knee. "Nothin' wrong with that if it was."

"She's just a friend." Y/N sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I should clear that up with her in case she got the wrong impression." 

"I don't think you called me down here to talk about your workplace drama, though." Bucky gave him a lopsided smile, head tilted slightly. Any awkwardness or discomfort was gone. "What's up?"

"Need your help deciphering the codes. I've identified four different codes they use but I can't figure out what they mean." Y/N pressed his lips together in frustration. "I've written each of them down."

"Got a pen?" Bucky sat up, hand extended.

"Yeah. Here's the notebook, too." Y/N passed them to him, noticing that he didn't hesitate with reaching out with his metal arm. Not that he minded the metal prosthetic in the first place. "While you work on that, I can look over the files Kiera brought."

"She seems nice. Seen her in a couple of briefings. Knows what she's talking about and is really good at her job." Bucky said, eyes scanning the notebook as he wrote. "Not a bad choice, honestly."

"She is nice, but not my type." Y/N responded, opening one of the new files, ignoring the flush rising on his face. He was so embarrassed for absolutely no reason.

"Don't think she knows that." Bucky snorted before muttering something in Russian under his breath. He glanced up for a moment. "Maybe you should make it clear to her."

"Last week I used going to Operations Control - even though I was actually going to Accounting - as an excuse to leave just to stop her from asking me to dinner because I didn't want to turn her down." He admitted, keeping his gaze on the papers as his face warming up even more.

"Just let her down easy. Tell her you think she's nice but you aren't interested in a romantic relationship with her." Bucky suggested with a shrug.

A comfortable silence settled between them as they both worked on their respective tasks. Occasionally, there was a soft whirring of the computers as the fans turned on to cool them down or of Bucky's arm as he moved. It was because of this that they both heard the footsteps rushing toward the office.

"Papa, I finished my homework! Can you check my multiplication worksheet?" Angelica came dashing in, holding a folder to her chest, and smiling broadly.

"Inside voice, kiddo. Inside voice." Y/N looked up with a gently chastizing expression. "But, yes. I can check your math." 

Angelica stopped with wide-eyes, actually noticing the man on the couch for the first time since she'd sprinted in. There went the plan of setting up a meeting time for Bucky and the ball of energy.

Bucky glanced up and gave her a quick smile that reminded Y/N of the one he gave to people when they held doors open for him. It was full of awkward friendliness and Y/N had sympathy for him.

"You're James Buchanan Barnes." She said in amazement, smiling broadly in return. She bounced on the balls of her feet, barely containing her enthusiasm.

"Uh, yep. That's my name, but you really don't need to call me James or Barnes or whatever. Just Bucky works." He tucked a strand of hair that had fallen into his vision behind his ear. "And you're..?"

"Angelica. Kiddo, you can barrage Bucky with questions here in a second but I need your math homework if you want me to check it." Y/N chuckled. His daughter snapped out of her daze and rushed to hand her folder to him. She then skipped over to the couch and flopped down next to him.

"Whatcha working on?" She asked in her adorable way, her head tilted.

"Code cracking for your dad." Bucky hummed, shifting so he wasn't so closed off.

"Is it fun?"

"Sort of. I'm tired so I'm not exactly at a functioning level." He bounced his foot slightly. "I think you're the only person I've met who has been starstruck and knew my actual name."

"I did a project last month about you for history. That lesson was the only one that was not boring." Angelica swung her legs. "I think you're pretty cool."

"Oh," Bucky said, looking at the notebook. "Uh, thanks."

Y/N glanced up from the multiplication problems to see a blush spreading across the badass Winter Soldier's face. He smiled secretly and returned to the multiplication, scanning just to be sure his math whiz of a kid hadn't missed anything in her speed demon functions.

"Everyone else wanted to do projects on Natasha or Steve or Wanda and no one wanted to do a project on you. Made me mad 'cause they had all these ideas about you that were, like, not at all true but they didn't know that 'cause they jus' listened to their parents and didn't take ten minutes to think for themselfs." Angelica glared at the floor in her very childlike stern manner. "There's a reason you're a hero but they wouldn't know that 'cause all they'd heard was that you were a bad guy. So someone had to tell them otherwise."

"Alright, kiddo. This all looks correct. Good job." Y/N tucked the papers back into her folder and set his pen aside. She hopped off the couch and took her folder back with a smile. "Bucky and I need to get back to work, so you'll have to scram, okay?"

"Wanda said she'd teach me how to make some food from her homeland when I was done with my homework," Angelica told him.

"You remember the rules?"

"Yep!" 

"Then scram. Have fun." Y/N gently shoved her shoulder and she giggled.

"Bye, Bucky! See you later!" Angelica said, pausing at the door to give him a wave.

"See ya around, sweetie." He waved back with a friendly smile before she took off running down the hall again. "She is quite the ball of energy."

"You have no idea." Y/N laughed, picking the file back up. "She didn't make you uncomfortable or anything, right? She tends to get loud and talkative when she's super excited."

"No, no. It was cute. I've...never really had someone act like that the first time I've met them. Usually, they're all wary and distrustful like I'm some feral dog that has to be danced around." Bucky sighed, running a hand through his hair. His lips were pressed into a firm line and he glared at the notebook.

"You know, when she did that project on you, she wouldn't stop talking about you for weeks. I've seen her get passionate about things before, but for some reason, she was extra determined to prove to everyone that you're a good guy now." Y/N smiled fondly. "She likes seeing the good in people. Always have, and probably always will."

"I think she takes after you on that one," Bucky mumbled under his breath. "This should let you decode the information. They mixed codes a lot just to be extra sure no one could sell the intel."

Y/N took his notebook and pen back with a nod. "Thanks. This will help a ton."

Bucky stood, wincing slightly as his knee popped. "I'll leave you to it, then."

"Oh, I have a deal proposition before you go." Y/N stopped him with a smirk. 

"I'm listening." Bucky arched a brow.

"You bring my drink every morning and every time Angelica plans a prank on you or a prank that could affect you, I'll let you know. If she asks, just say it's a super-soldier superpower or something." Y/N offered with a mischievous grin. "We have a deal?"

"We have a deal." Bucky shook his hand. 

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Irrevocably

A/N: I am living happily in a black hole that is Kili love. Don’t send help. I’m fine.

Pairing: Kili x Human!Reader

Word Count: 1,275

Warnings: language? maybe? talk of violence, blood, fighting, dead orcs

Summary: Kili makes an oops.

Kili did not mean for this to happen. He didn’t plan on kissing (Y/N), not now, not ever- not because he didn’t like her, because Mahal, he did. He’d been in love with her for weeks now. He didn’t know it could be like this. He expected to miss home from the second he left his mother to the second he returned. Now, it was the last thing on his mind. Ered Luin was just a place- a place that didn’t hold him back anymore. Now, his home was a person and as long as he was with her he could do anything, go anywhere. Home was a smiling, sweeter than cream, smarter than him, fierce, fighting, arguing, laughing til she dropped, person. He adored her.

But. Now was not the time to let this distract him. Every day brought new places, new sights, new danger. It was imperative that he focus for his own sake and for the sake of the company. He couldn’t be lost in his own thoughts of her scent and skin- those dreams were saved for the dark moments in his bedroll before he fell asleep. He was fully aware that every step toward Erebor brought him that much closer to the enemy and the last thing he wanted was to be taken out by and orc before he saw the Lonely Mountain, or to be fried by Smaug before it could be reclaimed. The goal of the quest- his family, his people safe and returned to their rightful homeland- took precedence. But (Y/N) was a close second.

Oh, but how often he forgot- she was human. She wasn’t even meant to be part of the company. Their meeting was an accident. They came upon her a few weeks into their journey, fending off two orcless wargs on her own. Kili soon found that they were riderless only because she’d already slayed them when he tripped over one of the enemy limbs, decapitated and still wriggling in the blood soaked grass. After many protests, Gandalf demanded the skilled warrior join them on their journey, but Kili knew that once the quest was over she’d return to Gondor. He was setting himself up for anguish and heartbreak but he thought of her and couldn’t stop himself from falling. Irrevocably. 

He knew it was a problem and he knew it was idiotic so he hid his feelings, pushed them deep down past the soles of his boots and into the center of the earth, and decided he would just be her friend, because that always works. So as usual, he sat next to her after eating their rations of supper, and planned to talk about some mundane thing like ripped bootlaces until she brought up something more exciting that they could talk about for hours before they were ordered to go to sleep. However, it was unusual that she was already lying down on her bedroll. Kili was about to leave, give her some time alone to rest, but she stopped him. 

“I’m awake. Just relaxing,” she said. “My shoulders are killing me tonight.” She scooched and rolled to her back so she could look up at him with big eyes that reflected the bright flames of the fire behind him and he basically short circuited. His thoughts wandered to his bed at home and her in it and looking up at him like that from under his blankets... and the very mundane thing he thought of before hand to talk about flew out of his brain.

“What is it?” she asked.

“N-never mind. Nothing. Don’t get up, you said you’re sore.”

But she did sit up with a small, soft grunt that didn’t help his thoughts go away and then she was very close to him. Just because of the way they were sitting, not because she wanted to be close to him. It just happened. 

“I am going to sit here and continue feeling sore until you tell me what is so clearly bothering you. So really, my relief or continued torture is up to you.”

And she was smiling but it was also kind of a smirk because she did that sometimes, and she was so close, like right there. A tiny wisp of smooth hair was tickling her forehead so he took pity on her and looped it behind her ear for her. A favor, really. Then his fingers kept moving to the nape of her neck and he was pulling her lips to his so the only thing he could do next was kiss her. 

“Kili!”

He snapped backwards at the sound of his uncle’s voice.

“We need more firewood. You’re on watch tonight, it’s your duty-”

“Yes, yeah, I know. I’m going.” And he stood and left her sitting there with wide eyes because he’s a stupid idiot moron who just ruined everything.

He trudged through the wood alone, unable to find anything suitable for firewood. Every fallen branch or log he saw on the ground was too big to carry back with him. He yanked one up, catching it in hands that just held her and swung it hard against a tree as if he was slashing the throat of an attacking orc. The crack was perilously loud but he gave it no mind, cocking it back to thrust again before it was stolen out of his hands. 

“Are you trying to bring a pack of wargs on us?” she asked, dropping the heavy wood to the ground. 

He couldn’t even look her in the eye- he was a coward.

She dusted her hands and sighed. “I don’t know about dwarves, but humans don’t kiss other humans and then disappear.”

A gut punch harder than any other he’d taken. He close his eyes, head hung low. “I know. I-I’m so sorry, I should never have... I’m sorry.”

“You regret it?”

He finally looked to her and saw something like fear in her face but it definitely wasn’t because (Y/N) didn’t get scared, not of him anyway. “No.”

“I don’t regret it either.”

Why was she so tall? Even on a good day Kili wasn’t the smoothest dwarf and her standing a head taller than him made it infinitely harder to attempt to sweep her off her feet. It was a towering reminder that she was human and this was dangerous. He took her in his arms anyway. One of his hands fit just under her rib cage and the other returned to the nape of her neck, pulling her down to him so he could capture her lips like butterflies in a jar.

And was she- oh, thank Mahal, she was returning the kiss. Her fingers threaded through his hair and he couldn’t disguise the relieved but fiery groan it pulled from him and yes, she was laughing at him, but she wasn’t pulling away. His arms wrapped tightly around her waist, completely enveloping her in lean, trembling muscle. It was pulling and reaching and straining but it was perfect. She was in his hands, in his mouth, finally his, even just for this moment. 

She drew away and he fell below, back on his heels, but her forehead didn’t leave his. Her hands around his jaw were soft despite being battle-worn and weapon-calloused and her thumbs were rubbing back and forth over his thin beard but for once, he felt normal- like it was supposed to be like this. He was melting in her touch, trying his best to stay solid, stay with her, but oh, it was difficult. 

“Firewood,” she reminded him.

He hummed and nodded and kissed her again.

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Not Scary To Me Pt.2

Character: Washio x single mom reader

*I would highly recommend reading Pt.1 if you want this to make any sense*

Pt.1-Pt.3

TW- mentions of toxic relationships and divorce, sad times for my mans Washio, mutual pining

 When you got there Komori and Suna were still tormenting Sakusa and Atsumu, Hinata had arrived and was talking with Meian and Tomas and Washio had started warming up with some of his other teammates. Bokuto had also arrived, something about his oven on fire? You spent the remainder of the hour getting paperwork and legal forms done, running back and forth between the main office and the gym. 

When the match started you were finally at a point where you could do your work in one place, so you chose the gym. You loved watching the team play, for starters they were really good! And it brought back memories of when you used to watch Washio play. And he just so happened to be playing on the court right in front of your eyes. It brought back a lot of memories watching him play. While you were watching the game, you zoned out and went back to when the two of you were in your second year. 

That game had been a particularly hard one. The whole team was struggling. Bokuto was long since in his emo mode, poor first year Akaashi was struggling to get him back up to speed and Washio was having an exceptionally hard time going against this third year spiker from another school. The game ended, and Fukurodani ended up losing…luckily it wasn’t an important game, really just a practice match, but it was the first game with the new starting line up so mistakes were bound to happen. 

After the coaches gave their input/advice and the players were dismissed, Washio made his way into a secluded hallway and sat down at one of the benches. He was blaming himself, you knew he was as soon as the game ended. You quickly went up to Konoha, asking if he knew where he was. He didn’t know his friends exact location but he knew the general direction so you thanked him and went on your way. 

When you finally found him he was bent over with his elbows resting on his knees and his head in his hands. Without saying anything you had knelt down in front of him, asking him to look at you. When he did, and you saw tears in his charcoal gray eyes it took every nerve in your body to will yourself from crying. And you weren’t even the one that lost! You were quick to pull him into a hug, your resolve almost cracking when you felt his arms weakly surround you before gripping onto you tightly. 

That was the night you knew, you just knew you had fallen in love with him. But with everything going on with Ken, and school you pushed the thought aside. But now, years later watching him play again, you can feel those feelings resurface. Except now you have Emiko to think about…

”WATCH OUT!” 

Your head shot up and you let out a squeak as you ducked, narrowly missing a ball that was headed straight for your face. Washio hurriedly made his way over to you, much to the satisfaction of his teammates. “Are you okay?” You shot him a smile as you fixed your hair and what not. “I’m alright, I got plenty of practice in high school.” You gave him a cheeky smile as he dead panned, a tint of pink traveling across his face. “I only hit you with one once.” 

You laughed before you heard a ‘oops, my bad’ from who you remembered to be Suna, looking over you saw him and Komori were smirking at something. Shooting the two a glare Washio retrieved the ball and made his way over to the court, getting a nice slap on the back from Komori and a ‘nice’ from Suna. You couldn’t contain the dorky smile on your face, shaking your head as you got back to work. When it came time for a water break, the teams retreated to their respective sides of the gym. 

“So, ya got the hots for their middle blocker huh?” You looked up from handing the team their water bottles to give Atsumu a glare. “Shut up Atsumu. We were friends in high school, we hadn’t seen each other till today.” Atsumu nodded, his mouth forming an ‘oh’. “But, you do still like him, right?” You stilled at that as you quickly looked to Bokuto, Hinata slapping a hand over his mouth. “Don’t say it out loud!” You see, during one of your outings with the boys, they had asked you about your past, Bokuto telling the story of you and Washio. Or rather the ‘almost love story’ as he called it. 

Of course, none of them could be bothered to tell you he was on EJP. (They purposefully told Bokuto to come in late so he couldn’t spoil the secret. Hinata was in charge of him :0) Bokuto looked at you strangely before looking at Washio and back at you. “But if he feels the same way what’s the problem? Plus that jerk isn’t there anymore”. You crossed your arms over your chest and sighed, “It’s a little more complicated than that…” he continued to look confused until Sakusa smacked him upside the head. 

“Don’t be so simpleminded. There’s a lot of things they both need to consider. Especially with Emiko involved.” Bokuto got it then, even if the situation still made him scratch his head sometimes. The game ended with MSBY winning 3-2, but both teams played well. “Tatsuki!” The middle blocker turned to see you walking over to him. He took one last drink of his water bottle and dried his face with his towel before turning to face you. 

“Yeah?” she looked down before looking back to him, “Would you like to join Emiko and I for dinner? I just went to see her, and she was adamant ‘Mr. Washio’ came too. It’s okay if you can’t but..” He smiled and shook his head “I’d love to, just tell me when and where.” Your smile was almost blinding at this point, and to Washio it was a nice breath of fresh air. “Okay! I’ll text you the details~ I’ve gotta go, I’ll see you later?” Washio nodded his head. “See you, Y/n.” 

With one last wave she walked out of the gym and headed towards her home, after picking up little Emiko of course. Washio went back to the locker room, showered and got changed into some casual clothes (during all of which he was choosing to ignore the smirks his two younger teammates were giving him.). *bzz bzz* he looked at his phone to see a text from an unsaved number.

Y/n: Hey Tatsuki! This is Y/n. Our address is xxx xxxx St. Go ahead and come around 5:30! Can’t wait to see you

 He smiled at that last part, ‘can’t wait to see you either, Y/n.’

 Tatsuki: I’ll be there, I’m looking forward to it :)

 It was 5:13 so he exited the stadium (after telling off his nosey juniors) and made his way to the address you had sent him. You however, were not as calm. Currently you were running around the kitchen, mixing and chopping things left and right. You looked at the time ‘5:13, okay, it’s fine, this is all fine! I have time…’ You set the timer on the oven and rushed upstairs, checking in on Emiko to make sure she was fine, and taking a quick shower. Now for the hard part…what to wear. 

On one hand you were home and didn’t really want to, or need to but on the other hand the man you’ve been in love with for a good 8 years was coming to your house for dinner so…a nice sweater and overpriced leggings it is. ‘okay…it’s 5:24 so he’ll probably-‘ Your thoughts were cut short when you heard knocking at the front door. Quickly focusing your thoughts, you rushed downstairs before checking the peephole 

**ALWAYS CHECK THE PEEPHOLE/WINDOW BEFORE YOU EVER OPEN A DOOR IT IS WORTH IT. USE A DOOR CHAIN OR SOMETHING TOO IT IS WORTH THE EXTRA FEW SECONDS!!***

 and opening the door when you saw it was him. “Tatsuki! Come in!” he thanked you and walked in, removing his shoes as you led him inside. “Emiko! Mr. Washio’s here!” Looking up the stairs you heard little footsteps before you saw a small head pop out from her play room. She then made her way down the stairs and over to Washio, giving his leg a little hug before she sat down on the rug in the living room. “Dinners almost ready, you can have a seat in the living room if you want.” 

He nodded, “Do you need help with anything, don’t say no if you do I don’t mind.” You just smiled, you never could stop him from helping you. “Well, if you insist I could use some help.” The two of you moved into the kitchen, you pulling dinner out of the oven and him, with your direction of course, getting out the plates and such. “Hey Tatsuki?” he turned to look at you, “Yes?” “Could you help me get this bowl? I can’t reach it.” He just nodded before he reached up and grabbed it, unintentionally flexing his muscles which were nicely defined by the navy blue button down he was wearing. 

Averting your gaze and releasing a small ‘thank you’ you quickly resumed your previous task hoping he wouldn’t catch onto your embarrassment. “Emiko, dinner’s ready” The little girl happily made her way to the table, lifting her arms to be set in her booster seat. Setting the plates and dinner onto the table, you sat across from Emiko while Washio took the seat at the head of the table. ‘Just like a family…’

You quickly shook your head and tried to push the thought out of your head. But as the dinner went on, it kept feeling more and more normal, more and more domestic. And you were feeling…really really happy. Fulfilled. As soon as she finished her dinner, Emiko lifted her arms, her usual signal to be let out of her chair. But instead of turning to you like she usually would, she looked at Washio. “Up!” you looked at her, “Oops, up, please!” She gave him the cutest smile as her little arms reached above her head. Washio thought his soul was going to leave his body. 

Breaking himself free of his thoughts he nodded his head as he stood up, helped the little girl down from her chair and almost cried when she hugged his leg and said “Thanks Washio!” Before you could even scold her for being informal, you saw the look of pure joy on his face when he sat down. “Y’know…you must be really special if she asked you to do that, and if she hugged you.” Washio looked over to you with a confused expression, “What do you mean?” You sighed as you placed your elbow on the table and your face on your palm, eyes drifting to where your little Emiko was playing with Bunny. 

“She’s usually painfully shy, I’m lucky to get her to talk to anyone other than family, let alone kids her age.” You then turned your gaze to look at him instead, his dark eyes moving to meet yours. “It means a lot if you two just met and she’s already infatuated with you. It means a lot to me too…” The rest of the evening was spent by the two of you catching up on what’s been going on in your lives for the past 5 years. It was about eight now, Washio didn’t have a specific time he needed to go since they were allowed to head back to Hiroshima whenever since today was Thursday and he didn’t have to work tomorrow. 

(Suna and Komori convinced the coach to give them the next day off, they gotta help their mans Washio!!) And since the two of you were having so much fun, he figured he could stand to stay a bit longer. “I’m gonna put Emiko to bed, I should be down in about 15 minutes.” You told him as you picked up the sleepy toddler. “Say goodnight, Emiko.” The little girl sleepily smiled at him before lightly waving “Goodnight Washio” before she returned her head to her mother’s shoulder. 

You got her changed into her PJ’s, read her a story, and got her tucked in when “Mommy?” You paused from turning off her light, “Yes honey?” she seemed to squirm a bit. “Will I get to see Washio again? I heard you say he lived far a way…” You gave her a smile, “Yes baby, you’ll see him again.” Your daughter than put on a sleepy little smile and closed her eyes, “That’s good…night mommy.” You turned off her light and cracked the door shut, you left it open so your cat, Kitty, could get in if he so pleased and cuddle with her. “Goodnight Emiko, I love you.” You heard a drowsy, ‘love you too’ before you left to go back downstairs. 

When you came back down to the living room, you saw Washio hang up on a phone call. “Sorry I should have made sure before hand, but, do you have a ride home? It’s getting late..” he looked at you and you could have sworn he looked flustered but you let it go. He sighed before explaining the call was from his teammates, letting him know they were leaving him and to come home whenever since they had the weekend off. “Well, do you want to stay here? We have a spare bedroom and my brother left some clothes here…” He opened his mouth, probably to refuse but before he could you cut him off, “It’s no problem, really! I took the day tomorrow to spend with Emiko and I know she’d love it if you came along so, really it’s no problem.” 

You gave him ‘the look’, which just so happened to be the same ‘look’ you gave him in high school when you wanted something, knowing he couldn’t say no. “Thank you…tonight’s been really nice.” You couldn’t help the flutter his words put in your heart, choosing to channel them into a shy smile. “Me too…” Not wanting this to turn into an awkward silence you clapped your hands together. “Alright. Since you’re going to stay here, you can help me with the dishes.” Chuckling a bit he nodded his head, unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt and rolling the dark blue sleeves up to his elbows. (Tell me I’m not the only one who just diEd) 

The two of you made your way to the kitchen sink. Being a middle blocker he was keen and observant, and having dealt with Bokuto’s mood swings, he was also keen and observant of people and their reactions. To be clear; he was very much aware of the way you couldn’t stop looking at his arms, it had been intentional after all. After knowing him for so long and seeing the mischievous glint in his eye and the small smile he had stuck to his face, you caught on that he was probably teasing you. ‘Two can play at that game.’ 

You inwardly smirked as you took off your sweater, revealing the tank top you had been wearing underneath (idk if you wear tank tops under your stuff bUT THIS AIN’T THAT TYPE OF STORY So you did). Turning around you lightly laughed when you saw how pink his face had gotten. “I didn’t know this was a competition” His face held a playful smirk as he joined you at the sink. Your expression matched his as you started washing and he dried. “It wasn’t until I won~” 

He shook his head but couldn’t shake the smile that had formed a permanent residence on his face since he had re-connected with you. After the dishes were done, with only a *little* splashing each other with the water, you two retired to the couch and continued your chat. It was about 10 when you decided it was a good idea to get to bed him, having played an intense game earlier in the day, agreed. You gave him some sweatpants and a shirt to wear, which were a bit snug since he was quite a bit bigger than your older brother, but he accepted them gratefully. 

After making sure everything was in order you shut off all the lights and showed him to the guest bedroom. “Goodnight Tatsuki and thank you for visiting…it’s been really nice. I hope we get to do it more often.” You said this as you gave him a hug, one he of course returned. “Thank you for having me…it means a lot…Goodnight Y/n” You nodded as you both separated, you giving him a small wave as you retreated into your bedroom shutting the door and turning off your light before getting into bed.

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What time of day do you prefer to write? Why?

Late at night, more out of necessity than preference. It’s when I have the least amount of interruptions. Also, it’s a proven fact that the words flow best and hardest when you need to be sleeping or getting ready for bed. It’s just how it works in the universal scheme of things.

What embarrasses you most about your own writing?

When I realize that I’m projecting too much on a character or situation and making it obvious. Like, there are some tropes I don’t mind revisiting over and over, but I get twitchy when I realize, Oops, that’s my issue, not Character X’s, and it’s less realistic they’d feel that way. Or when I catch myself reusing a description or phrase too often. I need to stop limning people in gold; I do it way too often. Or focusing on sweat in weird places during sex scenes. Though, it’s my experience that you do always notice the sweat during sexytimes.

Sometimes it embarrasses me how appealing I find some really OOC or over the top trashy stuff, but everyone’s got their favorite woobie and tropes, so I’ve stopped feeling bad about that.

What is one growth area you have for your writing?

Pacing. I do outline, but for a couple of my stories that were written for exchanges, you can tell where I hit deadline and had to just get it done instead of having a few more scenes or length that might have improved it. (Or, conversely, I should have been more brutal and cut shit that I liked but which ultimately wasn’t necessary. But then again, it’s fanfic.)

Also, uh, just finishing shit. And feeling less silly about it. I don’t like posting WIPs because I like to finish them first, but then I get interested in something else or I think it’s not good enough to post, and it languishes on my hard drive for years.

Post a snippet from a current WIP.

Again, not sure what fandom you're from, so let's go back to hockey since I have it open right now.

"Hey, hi, so like, O and Backy turned into chickens, it's not my fault," Willy said, standing on his front step with a large cardboard box in his arms.

"It's his fault," Burky said from somewhere behind Willy.

"Totally Whip fault," someone else—Kuzy? said, also from behind Willy, who took up a lot of space on a normal basis and even more so when he was apparently hauling boxes around. One arm poked out from behind him and waved wildly, and then there was an unmistakable giggle, so it was definitely Kuzy. "Batya, let us in."

"Fuck you, it's not!" Willy said, and then hoisted the cardboard box up slightly. The box peeped at Brooks loudly, and he jerked back in surprise. "Here, let us in, lemme just explain," Willy added, and then Brooks had three—no, four, no, five, Djoos and Orlov were apparently quietly lurking at the back of the pack as well—teammates stampeding into his house like they were trying to outrun the cloud of youthful indiscretion that Brooks could just fucking see hanging over them.

"Curse my slow door-slamming skills," he said to his now-empty front step, and then closed the door and took a deep breath in order to prepare for whatever the hell was going on.

Most of them were all in his kitchen. Willy had put the box down on the kitchen table and he and Burky were in his pantry; Kuzy was looking in his fridge; he didn't see Djoos; and Snarls, bless his heart, was the only one being polite and standing near one of the chairs, clearly waiting for permission to sit down. Brooks made a mental note to tell Ovi about it, since Ovi believed in positive reinforcement when it came to nurturing the kids, and would probably buy Dima a new car or something.

The box on the table was still peeping. Before Brooks could deal with that, it was drowned out by an even louder noise, which was apparently directly related to Kuzy pawing through his vegetable crisper drawer.

"Batya! It's terrible!" Kuzy said, leaning out of the fridge and brandishing an eggplant at him.

"All of his crackers are wholegrain stuff," Burky called out from the pantry, muffled. "He doesn't have any chips."

"He's got two bags of Skinny Pop, though," Willy added. "Original and White Cheddar."

"Everything so healthy," Kuzy said, making a face. "It's terrible but I guess also good. I know we make best choice to come here."

Brooks took the eggplant away from Kuzy and slapped it against his palm once with a pleasantly solid noise. It had some good heft. "The last person who isn't sitting down at the table quietly in the next fifteen seconds gets to explain to Barry why they have to go on LTIR because someone beat them senseless with an eggplant."

"Like, a real eggplant, or is this a dick joke," Willy said, leaning out of the pantry before his eyes went wide. "Oh."

Kuzy was already opening his mouth with that glint in his eye again, so Brooks pointed the eggplant at him. "Sit. Down. Where's Juicer?"

"I was using the bathroom, please don't hit me," Djoos said meekly, slipping back into the kitchen and sitting down immediately, hands folded on top of the table neatly like a good little d-man. Brooks made another mental note to let Nicky know. Nicky had his own nurturing system for the kids, though that usually ran along the lines of a series of slightly less murderous than usual glares that he used for those currently in his favor.

"Can we bring some Skinny Pop?" Burky asked. "Actually, can we bring both bags?"

"I mean, actually you wouldn't really need to explain so much—" Willy said, and then Burky wiggled past him out of the narrow pantry doors with a bag stowed under each arm, and dove for the table, yelling out, "Hit him, Batya, hit him!"

"Hey!" Willy said indignantly, rushing after him and almost knocking Kuzy over in the process.

There was a briefly chaotic interval like a particularly violent game of musical chairs, but it ended with everyone sitting down in a chair, even if Burky and Djoos were sharing one. Less sharing, maybe, than Burky getting physically dumped out of two chairs in quick succession by Willy and Dima, and then Burky climbing into Djoos's lap, planting himself there, and winding his arms around Djoos's neck despite Djoos's wide-eyed expression of panic, but Brooks decided he couldn't afford to be too particular about it, and Djoos was just going to have to learn to desensitize himself to Burky-induced boners and personal space issues.

The box was still peeping.

Brooks eyed all of them, trying to decide who he had the best chance of getting the story out of the quickest, and then decided that he might as well give up on that and picked Willy, since he had a distinctly guilty expression that was only slightly marred by how he was currently shoving a double handful of Brooks's Skinny Pop into his mouth. "Willy. Explain. And no one else talk until I say they can."

Willy swallowed and licked his lips. "Okay, so. Magic."

After a minute when nothing else seemed to be forthcoming, Brooks cleared his throat. "That's it? That's all you got?"

Willy glanced around the table where all of his teammates were successfully avoiding his gaze (Kuzy and Dima were both pretending to read the nutritional info on the back of the popcorn bag; Burky was actually hiding his face against Djoos's neck; accordingly, Djoos's panic looked like it had ratcheted up by several degrees, and he was staring off into the middle distance with a muscle twitching in his cheek) and when it seemed obvious that no help was forthcoming, he shrugged. "Kinda?"