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bvbygrl-writes · 11 months ago

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What Do I Know?

Pairing: Rich!Dilf!Sam Wilson x Black!College Student!Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Summary: Your best friend ain’t tell ya her dad was a daddy.

A/N: This is a repost from my old blog since I haven't been able to write anything with how exhausting work is jtgktr enjoy! ♥

Warnings: Age gap, fingering, pussy eating, overstim, fucking

THIS FIC IS 18+!!! MINORS / ACCOUNTS WITHOUT AGE DNI YOU WILL BE BLOCKED WITH NO WARNING BUT THIS ONE. I CHECK EVERY ACCOUNT DO NOT PLAY WITH ME.

“Are you sure it’s okay for me to come home with you? This isn’t some small break like spring or that lil rinky dink one they give us in February.” (Y/n) asked, zipping the sides of her suitcase together. The long awaited summer break had come and after tiring, long hours of college classes all (Y/N) and Miyaki wanted to do was head home.

Well that was the original plot however it had clearly been lost. One phone call home and all of a sudden her mom and dad had magically ‘forgot’ to inform her that they had planned a trip for the two of them and the addition of her other three siblings (who somehow had been informed and never got left out..) to Europe. Although the girl was originally mad - rightfully so- she got over it really fast. So much so that she didn’t even bother letting her mom finish her little half assed excuse of how she thought she had texted her with the info and what not. This was her summer too and she was not going to start it off being upset over family drama.

However she still did feel bad about joining Miyaki on her trip home. The two girls had become fast friends during their few years at college and as the tall woman had said “We’ve been friends for years and ain’t been to each other’s houses once. You don’t think that’s a lil weird?” and she had to agree but it was one thing to spend the night at a friend’s house but to spend an entire summer? That was practically unheard of from where she came from! Nobody had that kind of money and food to be feeding an extra mouth for an entire three months.

“Yes girl, relax! I asked my dad today if it was chill for you to come and he agreed! Quit worrying and grab yo shit, the car is waiting out front.” The green eyed girl said, tossing her faux locs over her shoulders. Before (Y/n) could get in another worry or complaint she walked out of the dorm, slamming the door behind her.

“That girl has some serious attitude problems, I’ll tell ya that…” the girl muttered to herself, rolling her suitcase in tow. She eyed the dorm one last time, smiling at the nice memories they had made this year before exiting, leaving the key under the mat for the next students that’d come to stay.

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The first sign that Miyaki came from a different living situation from her was the shiny black Rolls-Royce parked in front of the housing part of campus. There was an older gentleman in a chauffeur outfit who put their bags in the car. She’d given her friend a look who gave her a confused one back before hopping in the car with her. Was this really not out of the ordinary for her? If this was just her car what would her house look like?

(Y/n) let out an audible gasp as the big black gates opened.

“You live in a gated community?!” she exclaimed, turning to her roommate. Miyaki’s face scrunched up in confusion.

“Gated community? Sis….this is my house!” she let out a laugh as the (h/c) haired girl remained silent, looking at the large house in awe. How many people lived with Miyaki? To say she was stunned was an understatement. Miyaki was the most down to earth person she had met since going to college at Stonebrook. As the name suggested, it was a really prestigious and fancy school, tons of stuck up brats on daddy and mommy’s pay going to the school. (Y/n) had always been isolated by her peers since she was attending on a scholarship. They found it pathetic and pitied her which she despised. Why should she be looked down on for actually working to get into school?

Miyaki had never felt that way though. She treated (Y/n) as she treated everyone else…if not a little better (the girl had quite a mean streak) and was very quiet about her home life. But now as they walked up the quartz stairs and through the big marble columns, she could understand why.

“Dad, we’re home! Come meet my friend!” the girl’s voice echoed across the entire house causing her to snicker. ‘Does she ever use an inside voice?’

“I’ll be down in a sec, sweetheart!” a deep baritone voice called out. (Y/n) felt her heart race at the sound. The man’s voice went through her ears like silk. It was smooth but had a bit of a dark tinge to it, like a hint of cream in black coffee. She pulled out her phone, scrolling through her socials as she awaited the man’s presence. After what felt like forever a pair of footsteps came in their direction before parking in front of them. The woman almost dropped her phone at the sight in front of her.

In front of her was the finest man she had ever seen. Brown skin that had that healthy glow, prominent cheekbones, and a bit of facial hair around the mouth region. He was only in jeans and a t- shirt but the way it fit him? The shirt clung to his torso perfectly, the muscles of his upper arms constricted by the cuffs, toned chest. This was her father? She could’ve never guessed by how fit he was! Thighs so thick that she had to stop herself from letting her thoughts drift (more so than they already were..). But when he smiled? Her legs turned to jello. His smile was bright and blinding and he had the most charming gap. It seemed as time had slown down when she was looking at him and from the looks of it he wasn’t disappointed at what he was seeing either. She didn’t miss the way his eyes lingered on her midriff for just a little too long or the slight whistle he let out before covering it up with a cough.

“I’m Sam Wilson, Miyaki’s father. You must be (Y/n).” he said, holding a hand out for her to take. She gladly accepted it, shaking it with one hand as she placed the other one on top of both of them in a gentle way. The girl smiled back at him offering him a nod.

“Indeed I am! It’s so Nice to meet you Mr.Wilson and can I just say how thankful I am for you and Mrs.Wilson allowing me to stay with you guys for the summer. Especially with Miyaki’s short notice and all.” out of the corner of her eye she could see Miyaki roll her eyes at her sudden over-politeness towards her father and the way she had completely thrown her under the bus. Her attention was brought fully back to the man in question as he tightened his grip around her hand some.

“Mrs.Wilson? I’m not surprised Miyaki didn’t give you the details. It’ll only be the three of us here for the summer so in other words, there is no Mrs.Wilson.” he looked to the side a bit before turning back to face her, a smirk present on his face. “Also you don’t gotta be so formal, just Sam will do.” Miyaki cleared her throat impatiently causing the two to look to the side before laughing together. “Well it looks like Yaki is getting impatient so if you girls need anything, I’ll be around. Dinner is at 6.” the older man gave her a once over before walking off to what she could only assume was the kitchen.

“Girlll and you been hiding him from me because??” (Y/n) asked, rubbing her hands together. Miyaki smacked her lips together, dragging the girl towards her room.

“You betta stop playing with me.” when her friend stayed quiet, the girl gasped, turning her head. “Wait you’re joking…you tryna get my dad to hit?! Oof.” she grunted as one of her pillows hit the back of her head. Turning she saw her friend on her bed, glaring at her.

“Don’t say it like that! All I said was he’s fine nothing more nothing less. That can’t be your first time hearing that, one of your other friends has had to say something.” She felt the girl thud down beside her on the bed. She hummed for a bit before flipping over to face her friend.

“I mean I can’t say I’m surprised really. You love you an older man. Remember when you switched to that one baking course just so you could flirt and make googly eyes with Mr.Garcia?”

“That’s not why I switched! I was simply interested in getting to know his favorite dessert!” (Y/n) exclaimed, turning her head the opposite way. “In hopes that maybe I could become his favorite dessert.”

“Whateva. Anyways, you wanna watch a movie till dinner?”

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Dinner had been amazing. Sam went all out, pulled out the grill, made dessert, it was all so lavish and delicious! He even had lobster which (Y/n) made sure to take full advantage of. He had said help yourself and who was she to go against his wishes in his home?

It was now around three in the morning as she stumbled around the house curiously. She and Miyaki had gone to bed early, absolutely exhausted from the long car ride over and while it was easy for her friend to stay asleep when turning in early, she found it hard to. No matter what if she went to bed before twelve she’d always end up waking up during some odd hour of the night.

A sound came from down the hallway catching her attention. It was a repeated thudding and while usually she wouldn’t go chasing after mysterious noises, she knew it couldn’t be anything too bad. Sam had the security on this house underlock and she had seen how beefy his security guards were.

Once she reached the end she turned the knob from the room in which the sound was coming from. Gasping quietly, she opened the door a little wider trying to be as quiet as she could. The sight in front of her was absolutely heavenly. There was Sam, shirtless, in nothing but a pair of grey joggers beating the hell out of a punching bag. His jabs were sharp and powerful causing the chains to rattle with each blow to the sack. Goosebumps formed all over her skin at the sight of his power. If he could do that to a punching bag, what could he do with her?

All the what ifs invaded her mind causing her to rub her thighs together hungrily in thought. She hadn’t even noticed that Sam had moved until the door she was standing in closed, leaving the two of them in the room together. He offered her a smile, a yawn interrupting his incoming words. His arms flexed above his head giving her an even better view of his muscles. It was an even grander sight than she had imagined when she saw him clothed earlier.

“Can’t sleep?” she shook her head at his question, sitting on the bench in front of him. “ ‘S alright. Why don’t you help me train then? Try to get me to the ground. Come on, don’t be shy, didn’t seem like you were earlier.”

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As expected, (Y/n) couldn’t get him to the ground at all! Time and time again he had managed to get her down but she couldn’t complain too much. Being this close to a hot and sweaty man? Having him touch and feel all over her body? She could get used to this.

“You know, for an old man you’re pretty strong!” (Y/n) was out of breath, sweat dripping down her chest. Letting out a deep breath she held a hand out for Sam to shake. He eyed it before taking it causing her to give him a devilish grin. Within a few seconds she had dragged him close, sweeping a foot under his leg. He fell like she intended but what she hadn’t done was calculating him keeping a hold on her wrist. The two both fell with a thud, Sam hitting the mat while the not so sneaky woman fell on top of him. She pushed herself up, hands flush against his chest as she straddled him, looking down at him. Her eyes widened at the feeling of two large hands gripping her ass, eyes trailing up to his.

“Didn’t you say you were having trouble sleeping? I think I got something that can put you right to sleep.” was this really happening? Was she hearing him correctly? That thought didn’t last long at the feeling of his dick poking at her through the fabric of his sweats. His dark eyes were practically black from how blown out his pupils were. Leaning forward, their lips connected.

The kiss was slow and sensual like the vibes he gave off. His lips were soft, the taste of coffee mixed with his natural taste. As the kiss grew more heated, Sam flipped them over, laying the girl gently on the mat. He continued with a trail of kisses, from her neck, collarbone, his fingers massaging the flesh of her hips. His lips gave extra love to her chest, licking and sucking upon the brown sensitive buds.

His open mouth trail of kisses slowly became sucking the further and further he got towards the center of her legs.

“C-careful. Don’t leave- don’t leave marks our else Miyaki might see.” she warned, causing him to pause momentarily. Lifting his head he chuckled some, brushing his thumb against the sensitive area of skin near her upper thigh. Whether or not it’d be visible in summer attire was something she wouldn’t know until she got dressed the next day. Massaging her legs, he leaned up near her face, softly caressing her cheek.

“You’re a smart girl, (Y/n). I’m sure you can figure it out.” she huffed but remained quiet, a pout prominent on her face. A large hand came to rest around her throat, squeezing lightly. “ I’d advise you to lose the attitude if you wanna go to bed satisfied.” She shuddered at his words but remained quiet, anxiously awaiting what he’d do next.

From the looks of it, he wasn’t sure where he was going to take it next. He was eager, lust clouding his brain and thoughts. Sam was now acting on primal instincts alone. He reached for her sleep shorts, peeling them off before tossing them to the side. Keeping the eye contact they had, he guided two of his fingers into the mess that was her cunt. Despite barely touching her, her pussy was beyond creamy, juices dripping out the further he stuck his fingers in. Long, thick digits made their way into her with ease.

He made sure their eyes were connected, his stern eyes in a narrow assertion of dominance while her own (e/c) ones were glossed over as she fought to keep them open and focused on him. It was an agreement that didn’t need to be spoken: her eyes were to be on him at all times. Every so often her eyes would jitter close as his fingers nudged against her spot but still she persisted, wanting to be good for him, to prove herself.

Sam removed his fingers, guiding them up to the girl’s lips. Her eyes widened, gagging around the digits as waiting tears finally fell. Once he was satisfied he removed them, positioning himself between her legs. Using his thumbs he spread apart her pussy lips, salivating. Her cunt was so plush, clit engorged and pulsating, just aching to be touched.

He wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking on it as he swirled his tongue. The girl reached instantly, hands clinging to his head the best that she could as her hips arched forward. This is something Sam usually wouldn’t fly with but he’d allow it this once. An airy moan fell from her lips as she continued to buck against his face, pelvis jerking rapidly at the feeling of his fingers lightly teasing her around her hole.

(Y/n) felt her entire body buzzing with pleasure. Her hands searched for anything to cling onto as her orgasm approached her, making its way to her faster and faster. An overstimulated whimper left her lips followed by her slick coating the older man’s face and mouth which he gladly accepted, the most sinful of noises leaving him as he cleaned her up. Her clench eyes relaxed as her body fell limp to the mat, chest heaving in heavy breaths.

“You tapping out already, princess?” she lifted her head from the ground, propping herself up onto her elbows as she gave him a glare. Kicking him onto his back, she climbed into his lap, aligning the tip of his cock with her entrance, bits of his precum mixing with the reminisce of her arousal.

“Not even close old man.” they both shared a loud groan as she sunk down onto him in one swift movement. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she tried to gain a hold on him, wanting to get the upper hand. However Sam was just so…large. His girth stretched her out greatly, the head of his cock just barely kissing her cervix causing her to let out a pathetic whimper. Sam chuckled some, wrapping his hands around her waist, guiding her own to rest around his shoulders.

“It’s okay baby, I’ve got you. You gotta relax though or it’s gonna be a toughy for both of us.” she nodded lazily at his words, tightening her grip on his shoulders, head under his chin. He rubbed at her back gently, feeling as her muscle began to untense around him. “Better?”

“Y-yes just move. Wanna feel you.” he placed a kiss to the top of her head before beginning to thrust, letting out a small ‘fuck’ under his breath. Despite her being fully relaxed and prepped, she was still so tight around him. After a bit of trial and error, he had finally managed to find a good rhythm but even with as patient as he was he couldn’t hold back any longer.

Locking his arms around the base of her spine, he gripped her in his arms, trading out his slow and deep thrust for a series of fast and shallow ones. The sounds she was making for him only egged him on as she babbled and drooled on about how she couldn’t take it, how good it felt.

“O-oh god! ‘M not gonna la-last any longer! Wanna cum with you! Wanna- can we, pl-please!” she cried out, tears mixing with the mess of drool on her face.

“Yeah? Let’s cum together then.” he agreed, not having much left in him himself. With a few final powerful thrust, Sam came deep inside of her, (Y/n) following right along with him. The girl fell forward into his chest, the both of them panting, holding each other covered in sweat. She let out a soft chuckle, looking up at the man who was already staring down at her.

(Y/n) had originally thought it was gonna be a long summer, but this was way different from what she had in mind. She was fucked.

Metaphorically and Physically.

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yesimwriting · 2 years ago

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Hi! I'm back with another request and it is stu again(I'm sorry I'm in a phase rn) . In this request I was wondering if we could get Stu walking the reader from class to their locker, waiting for them at their locker, and then walking them to their next class. I know you've mentioned it before yk with Stu waiting for the reader and I'd just love to see the casual intimacy like in the last request (and also I hope you're feeling better after the break down you went through I'm not sure if this is a good time for request for you and if not thats so understandable I'm so sorry take your time, obviously if you do do this request I'd appreciate it but if you don't thats so okay i mainly sent this in bc you said you were in your Stu era and what kind of loyal reader would I be if I didn't indulge one of my favorite writers by tricking them into writing/talking about one of there current favorite characters :)

A/n hi, i'm feeling better now :)) i'm home so that always helps and done with school until close to late january so that definitely helps lol

also side note, i try to keep the appearance of the reader as vague as possible but at the beginning i do mention the reader having long enough hair to be tied back/up with a hair tie

this took a minute but i hope it’s worth it!!

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You're practically bouncing on the balls of your feet once the bell rings, more akin to a little kid getting ready to run across the park than a student simply getting a few minutes to move from second period to third. It feels a little silly, especially when you intentionally keep your freshly graded test on top of your folder instead of tucking it away, but it's become a bit of a habit.

You'd think about breaking it if it wasn't for the fact that no one ever gives you a reaction quite like Stu. Sure, he's purposefully over the top, oversaturating his enthusiasm with his tone and teasing humor, but it's nice. Comforting in the way it never dwindles no matter how many things you bring up that you don't think anyone else would have the energy to even pretend to care about.

Out in the hallway, you adjust your hold on your math textbook and the plastic folder that's resting over it. Your head turns left, towards the row of lockers that he's always waiting near. Only, this time Stu's not there. Not looking through his actual locker or talking to Billy or Tatum or anyone. He's not there. At all.

You're more confused than you should be, it's not like Stu owes you his presence, but it is weird considering that this is the first time he's ever not been there since your tradition started. You frown, a little offended by his absence. Things with Stu are more intentional than he wants them to seem, a fact you picked up pretty quickly after meeting him, but something insecure within you twists at the thought that maybe he just forgot. Or decided he just didn't feel like it today.

Even though the hall is quickly flooding with teens, you crane your neck in the direction of Stu's second period. Stu has a tendency to stand out, too tall and too much of a force to blend in if one makes up their mind to look for him. It shouldn't be hard to--you bite your tongue to avoid yelping as some firm force settles on your upper hip.

You've heard too many stories, seen too many girls rant or tear up in the bathroom after some entitled guy thought it'd be funny to grab or grope under the guise of accidentally bumping into someone thanks to overcrowding. For a brief second, the contact feels pointed and wrong. You turn stiffly, eyes wide until they settle on a familiar grin.

Panic fading almost immediately, you exhale. "Stu."

When you don't melt , Stu drops his arms, offering you a halfhearted, "...Boo."

You roll your eyes, half stepping back. "You scared me."

“Should’ve been paying more attention,” he mumbles, expression slightly scolding.

A retort about how you were just looking for him because he’s always waiting across the hall rises and dies on your tongue. There’s no normal way to explain that, and even if the fact that you were waiting for him wasn’t totally mortifying, your sure he’d find a way to tease you. One of those jokes about how he didn’t realize the two of you hadn’t gotten so serious and since when were you such a ball and chain?

So instead of saying anything like that, you tilt your chin up, “You snuck up on me on purpose and we both know it.”

“I’ll make it up to you later.” The suggestive wink earns him an eye roll.

“Sure,” you mumble pointedly, “Guess what?” The question is rhetorical enough that you don’t even have to wait a full beat to answer, “We got our tests back!”

You lift your paper, careful not to cover the red A+ circled on the first page. Stu’s mouth falls open briefly in a look that’s just a little too amazed for a reaction to a math exam. “Wow,” he takes the packet from you, leafing through it without taking it in fully, “This is some complex shit, too.”

He sets the test back down over your folder before ruffling your hair in a way that’s nearly too affectionate, harsh enough to make your head move at an angle that strains your neck. “Harvard bound.”

You brush him off with a barely contained smile, softly pushing against his hands before attempting to smooth out the mess he made. “Okay--knock it off, I actually liked how my hair looked today.”

“It’s not fair that you’re the smartest person in the room and the prettiest.” The blatant compliments without their usual layers of implication and subtle-not-so-subtle innuendos are enough to get you to pause.

Stu briefly squeezes you to him before taking the textbook from your hands. It’s easy to let go now that the habit’s been established. You rarely carry anything in between classes anymore, Stu either making up a silly excuse to take your textbooks or doing so silently. "Someone’s too smart to carry things.” He forces mock irritation into his voice.

“I didn’t ask you to do that.” It’s half accusing, but you make no move to take your books back.

“Uh-huh,” he hums dismissively, “Whatever you say, smarty.”

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You can’t remember the last time Stu’s house felt so hot, maybe it has to do with how overly humid the outside world is today, but you’re struggling to feel fully comfortable despite your contentment.

Stu’s talking, reiterating everything wrong with some low budget horror film he stumbled onto last night. You’re listening a little less than you’d like to and you honestly feel bad about it, but you can’t help the way the heat on the back of your neck distracts you.

Billy sits up a little more, “I’m not surprised, your movie instincts are awful.” It sounds like the start of one of their debates that are better off without your interference, and you’re okay with that. This week has been long and this is the first moment that’s allowed you to really breathe. You don’t mind absorbing that for a second and just taking in their presence and the easiness it brings you.

“They’re not worse than yours.”

“Even Y/n picks better.”

Something about the way Billy’s eyes focus on you makes you feel like it’s a genuine attempt on Billy’s part to bring you in a little more. Even though you don’t feel insulted, you still sit up a little more, “Thanks.”

“Ouch, man.” The fact that Stu’s basically dropping the argument in order to add to the jab at your taste is enough to get you to turn your head.

You glare, shoving his shoulder. “My taste is not bad.” They exchange a look that has you feeling like you’re on the outs of some joke. “You guys are the worst, I have no idea why I hang out with you.”

“’Cause you love us.” Stu nudges his foot against yours, bumping your knees in the process.

The additional closeness reminds you of the warmth of the room. To avoid crossing your arms or doing anything that would get them to accuse you of pouting, you begin to pull your hair away from your neck. The hair tie against your wrist smacks against your skin. Loud and stinging a little too noticeably. It’s not painful, but surprising enough to make you drop your hair. “Stu.”

He ignores the harshness of your voice, instead choosing to chase after your wrist with one hand. “Give it.” There’s something about the way he says it that stands out to you. It’s reminiscent of a child noticing a brand new toy and instantly deciding that they want it.

Before you realize what he’s asking for, Stu pulls the hair tie off of you and takes a second to stretch it between his fingers. What he’s trying to do finally sinks in when Stu slides the band up his wrist. You’re not in the mood to redefine how tender scalped you consider yourself to be, but there’s no way to say that in a way that won’t make Stu moody.

“Turn.” It’s a command so gentle you listen instinctually despite your reservations.

You barely have a second to adjust before Stu’s pushing your hair back. “Are you--” His touch is surprisingly focused, not tugging on the strands in the way you’d expect him to. “Are you putting my hair up?”

“Yep,” he pops the ‘p’ casually, like there’s nothing weird about this.

He drags his palms against the top of your scalp a little clumsily. It’s not that weird. Not really, you decide, just different. Any type of ponytail or loose bun would have never taken you this long and it’s clear that Stu doesn’t really know what he’s doing, but it doesn’t hurt. He’s being restrained, gentle.

“You’re letting him do your hair?”

You shrug at Billy’s comment, feeling a little awkward as Stu finally reaches your scalp. “The good thing about hair is that it always grows back.” Stu tugs at your hair pointedly. “Ouch.”

"Rude.”

“Billy started it.”

Billy half scoffs. “Just asked a question.”

A pointed question. You’re about to point that out, but then you hear the tell tale snap of a hair tie being pulled off of a wrist. Stu twists it around your hair carefully and you ease. He lingers, fingertips brushing against your neck before releasing you.

You tilt your head slightly, surprised at how well your hair is pulled off your neck. Not tight enough to feel pulled or like the start of a headache but not loose enough to be annoying. Even though there was some hesitance, he did a lot better than you thought he would. Better than most boys would have done.

Maybe you shouldn’t have assumed he had never done anything like this before. You know about his older sister, and while she’s a sore subject now, maybe there was a time when she wasn’t. And even if that’s a stretch, Stu’s a total flirt that’s been circling around a relationship with Tatum for a minute now.

Your fingers brush against the end of your hair. “You did good.”

“Give me some credit, babydoll.” You wrinkle your nose at that and Stu grins. “I’ve had a lot of practice. When a girl gives he--”

“Ew.” And just like that, the moment ends. “You’re gross, I hope you know that.”

“He knows,” Billy mumbles, tone extra casual to compensate for his slight smile, “Gets off on it, too.”

You snort, an ungracefully sharp laugh as you sink further into the couch. Stu lets out a sound of protest, shooting a glare in Billy’s direction. “Fuck off.” You laugh again. “Both of you.”

Stu scoots away from you. With a sigh, you reach forward. He plays up his pain for a second but eventually relents, letting you tug his hand into the space between you two.

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It’s twisting--the world, your mind, the blank spot of the wall you’re tying to focus on. All of it. Swirling at a rate that’s practically nauseating as emotions you can’t fully label in your current state spur on the feelings. They’re a fog, disorientating and complicated. You don’t want to figure out each hue of your feelings so you label them under one umbrella: bad.

You take a breath that’s meant to settle you, but it does the opposite. Your unsteadiness leaves you instinctually wanting to reach over, to grab Stu’s arm and stabilize yourself. But he’s standing there with that same illegible, yet clearly irritated expression. You’re not sure if it’s the beer on an empty stomach or what happened five minutes ago or the silence, but the yellowish tinge of the bathroom’s light adds something to Stu’s features. Something bordering on eerie.

Part of you wants to speak, the rest of you feels like the best thing you can do is just keep standing there. You’re not convinced that Stu’s anger is fully directed at the third party. He’s at the very least annoyed at you.

Leave it to Stu to think that you’re taking the side of the guy that kept hitting on you despite how visibly uncomfortable you got just because you didn’t want things escalating. It wasn’t worth it. Was the guy an annoying asshole? Yes. But you had it under control and Sidney and Tatum were right there. It wasn’t exactly dire.

The quiet is ebbing at your patience. There’s probably some perfect thing to say to shatter the tension, but you can’t think of anything clever or tactful and the last thing you can handle right now is a fight. Your mind tunes into the music that’s softened by the closed space. The thumping base is both terrible and familiar. “I hate this song.”

Stu blinks, gaze shifting towards you. He doesn’t quite ease, but he lets out a breath that could be considered a form of lighthearted acknowledgment. You’ll take it. “Last one was worse.”

You let yourself smile. “Definitely competition.”

He pretends to gasp. “No argument,” he shoots his reply back so quickly you nearly get whiplash, “Color me shocked.”

The theatrics do little to take away from the lethal levels of aggression pressed into his words. That did seem too easy. “I--I didn’t--” You don’t want to explain. You shouldn’t even need to. You were keeping his ass out of trouble. “I just didn’t want you to get in trouble. It wasn’t worth it.” He’s silent for a second, which you can’t make your mind up about. “He wasn’t worth it.”

Stu scoffs, pushing himself away from the wall. ��You’re defending hi--”

“I am not.” Ugh. Can he not hear you? If there’s anyone in this situation that you’re trying to defend, to protect it’s Stu. You try to swallow, but your throat still feels overly dry.

“You heard the shit he said about you.”

Okay, speaking calmly is not working. “I don’t care about the shit he said about me, I care about you.” The blowup immediately fills you with regret. “It wasn’t that big a deal. You’ve said worse while we were literally in class.”

Stu straightens in a way that makes his full height unignorable. You doubt that it’s intentional--he can’t help that he’s objectively tall, but noticing it now...And the way he’s looking a little beyond you with a hardened stare that feels more sober than it did a second ago. “The way he was looking at you and then he grabbed your arm.” Stu’s voice changes with no warning, taking a dark edge that nearly startles you.

You blink, biting your tongue to keep from admitting that you had barely noticed. That sounds like purposefully playing oblivious, but it’s true. You had hardly looked at the guy until his clammy fingers were around your forearm. That had been scary. Even Sidney and Tatum had reacted. “Thanks for getting him off of me, by the way.” It feels awkward, but saying it takes a weight off of your check. “Even though the weird, testosterone match the two of you had after was totally unnecessary, it was nice of you.”

Stu tilts his head, taking in your inability to look him in the eye. A flash of genuine shyness despite what you’ve had to drink. He can imagine your thoughts, the running of different words together to make sure you don’t say anything that he could turn into something embarrassing. It’s cute. You’re all fidgety and still a little tipsy. A rush of fondness strikes him with no warning. It’s dangerous, distracting when paired with the little alcohol he did let himself drink.

It’s too much and he’s not used to it. The feelings are a web and his mind tangles around all he could say. A mix of the obscene kind of jokes that always make you role your eyes fondly and genuine comments that all burn down to the same, general meaning: “I’d kill for you.”

Great. The words come out at the exact second Stu recognizes the truthfulness of it. He scrambles for some kind of joke he could make to change the subject before you can think about it too much. The more you know, the more at risk you are. And this is the exact kind of slip up Billy always gives him shit about.

You smile, either unaware of the intensity behind his words or just choosing to ignore it. “Then it’s a good thing I wouldn’t ask you to. You’re too pretty for jail.”

Your casual acceptance makes it easy. Stu lets himself smile for just a second before letting his mouth fall open in mock hurt. “I wouldn’t get caught, babe. I’m slasher material.” You raise your eyebrows in a silent challenge. “And you’ve seen these guns.” He flexes one arm, waiting for your attention to settle on that before reaching for you with his still free hand. Your yelp is more of a laugh than anything else. “I’d be fine.”

Stu pulls you away from the bathroom door and towards his chest. You halfheartedly fight against him, twisting your wrist back in a way that’d be more efficient if it wasn’t for your laughter. “Stu.”

“What?” You push back, Stu’s fingers tighten just slightly. “Just proving my point, sweetheart.” Another laugh as his first hand finds your waist. “Practicing what I preach.”

After a second of play fighting, Stu gets you close enough that there’s no point in resisting. It’s somehow farther and closer than a hug, especially when Stu angles his head downwards.

You like the closeness more than you should. It makes your head feel too jittery, but the rest of you so warm you almost don’t mind the awful music. “This party sucks.” Stu’s eyes focus on the slight pout of your lips. “Want to go and watch a movie or something and then pretend that we stayed here until later so Billy never has to know that he was right about how much this party would suck?”

Stu tugs on your arm, placing a quick kiss to your forehead. “Trying to get me back to your place?” You bite your tongue to avoid giggling again. The last thing he needs is encouragement. “Trying to take advantage of me? Because I promise you won’t have to work that hard at it.”

You roll your eyes, half debating pulling away. “I’m taking back my offer.”

“Hey--no take backs,” he squeezes your arm slightly and you resist for the sake of it, “C’mon, I’ll let you pick the movie if you sleepover.”

The offer surprises you as much as it doesn’t. Stu invites you more and more the longer his parents are out of town. He never says it, but you feel like it’s his way of keeping people around, reducing the quiet in his almost perpetually empty house.

“Deal.”

#stu macher x reader #Stu Macher #scream #scream x reader #Scream 1996 #scream 1996 x reader #ghostface #ghostface x reader

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daddysfangirls-marvel · 2 years ago

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Polyamorous: Apple Pie Life

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes

Warning: Pure fluff and a bit of smut

(Y/n) took a step back and looked at her hard work. She was quite proud of herself she got it all done in a timely manner as well, two hours less than she thought. Clapping from behind startled her. Spinning around, she found Bucky. He seemed proud as well.

"I thought it would take you longer"

"I did as well. I forgot that one, I'm semi-retired/ part-time, and two, I can't keep as many private medical files here as I want as it's not " secure' "

Bucky gave side-eye, but she waved him off, not giving him a reason to show her how secure the place truly was. She was not giving him an excuse to pull out another hidden arsenal. She was already aware of the one in the living room, kitchen, and bedroom she wished to remain ignorant of the rest. Although she knew he would reveal every spot to her by the end of the month.

"You're missing something," she turned, looking at him confused. Stepping forward, Bucky pulled something from behind him and set it on her desk amongst her knick-knacks. It was a family photo. Their picnic at the park. It even had an adorable flower frame.

"awe," she cootied

"And now Your office is complete."

"Actually, there is one thing that we forgot," she said as she pulled him to her desk. At first, he was a bit confused and let her pull him along, but he quickly got the memo when she plopped her little ass on that desk, spread her legs, and lifted her dress. " we got to christen it," she giggled as she unlatched his belt. He stopped her.

"As much as I'd love to, and yes, darling, I would very much love to. " She started to pout. He kissed her pout " we still have work to do, and our daughter and husband are still wondering about. I'd hate for a specific one of those two walks in on us."

(Y/n) groaned, she really wanted it but she knew he was right. Adulting sucked. "Later?"

"Yeah, you can have us both later, preferably when she's out of the house, I promise" She continued to pout and re-buckle his belt. Hopping off the desk, she leaned into him. He groaned as she cupped a feel of him and squeezed.

"I'll hold you to that."

And with that, her peppy smile returned, and she was off to find their daughter.

Bucky looked down at his new problem and sighed. Maybe he should have taken her offer.

"Hi," (Y/n) poked her head into Ash's room. "Oh, this is amazing," she said as she looked around her room. "Oh, I love this," she said, approaching the wall next to her bed it had hanging fairy lights as well as hanging pictures of friends and family ( she ignored that the wall contained 70% Peter, The guys would definitely 'enjoy' this").

"I'm printing more, and the others are sending me more. Those I don't put on the wall, I'm going to put in our photo album," Ash said as she motioned to the collection of photos untouched on her desk.

"Can I see?"

Flipping through the photos, one could easily see how the family had grown with their time together. See how Ash has changed, no longer tensed and scared but relaxed and comfortable. And talking more too. Of course, her mouth wasn't running a mile a minute, but she could hold a conversation better than before. One could see them becoming a family over time within these photos. And you could also see Ash and Peter slowly getting closer, that was going to be a cutie relationship when it happened.

"really making it all your own."

"I'd like it to be," Ash said as she took her Pikachu plushie and hugged it tight. She was just so adorable (Y/n) rushed around the bed to squeeze her tight and drown her in kisses. Ash screamed and giggled as her mother suffocated her with love.

" I Love you," (Y/n) whispered, and her breathless daughter simply nodded. It was until (Y/n) was at her door about to leave did she speak.

" I love you too".

The house was officially done. Furniture was set, Pictures up, everything in its place, and now the security system was in place. This house was now a home.

Bucky sighed as he entered the bedroom. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he took off his shirt. It was then that he realized and began to appreciate the layout of their bathroom.

The bathroom was right in front of the bed, and right in front of the door was their large jacuzzi bathtub which currently held his beautiful wife and husband in a bubble bath. Who were both in an affectionate embrace.

"I love this bathroom," Bucky said as he leaned on the door frame watching his lovers. He watched as his husband took his wife's nipples into his mouth. She moaned as he bites down slightly leaning back she saw Bucky standing there.

"Come join us," she said as she pushed Steve away slightly and made the come hither motion at Bucky. "Let's christen the tub"

"Really couldn't wait, could you" he kicked off his shoes and unbuckled his belt.

"we did, we waited all day," she said as she moved to lean over the edge of the tub. "Don't want to wait anymore" She pulled him forward by his belt. Pulling it off and tossing it across the bathroom and unzipping his pants.

"Eager, aren't we"

"Like she said, we've been waiting all day," Steve said as he pulled Bucky's pants to his knees.

"Two against one. Give us what we want," she said, kissing his thigh

"Take it"

(Y/n) grabbed the base of his dick, and Steve kissed the tip of his dick. She came up and licked his length. Their lips met, kissing the tip. Bucky bit his lip as he watched Steve take his length in his mouth. He moaned when (Y/n) tugged on his balls.

She stood up, dripping wet, and pulled him into a kiss he moaned as Steve swallowed around him. "feels good, doesn't it" (Y/n) whispered against his lips.

Steve pulled away, taking (Y/n) with him she giggled as he pulled her back down into the water.

Bucky kicked his pants off the rest of the way and got into the tub. He cursed when the water overflowed. (Y/n) laughed "it's okay, it's okay. We'll clean up later. Just kiss us now" He did, first kissing her and then him. He returned to kiss her and put her on the tub's edge.

"I want a taste," Bucky said, spreading her legs. She closed her eyes and leaned back. He kissed the sensitive spots of her thighs she became breathless as he slid his tongue through her folds and whined as he kissed her clit. She tugged on his hair, pulling him closer she wanted more. She moaned as he thrust his tongue into her entrance, nosing and rubbing her clit.

She was pleasantly startled when he moaned against her. She opened her eyes to find Steve behind Bucky, kissing along his neck and shoulders, his hands disappearing under the water and bubbles. By the way his arms were moving and with Bucky's noises, it was clear what was happening underneath the waves.

Unable to focus with his tongue Bucky switched to his fingers, slipping three fingers inside of her and pumping them up at a sloppy pace.

(Y/n) pushed his hand away and lowered herself into the water. Leaning over Bucky, she pulled Steve into a heated kiss. Slipping her tongue into his mouth she could still taste their husband on his tongue. She moans against his lips, and she pressed her chest against Buckys. Her hands join Steve's pumping him and fondling his balls.

Bucky moaned and whimpered. Between them tugging his underwater and the moans in his ears he was quickly unraveling.

"Fuck, Fuck I'm going to .....I'm -what?!" Steve and (y/n) both pulled their hands away "why?!" Bucky cried breathlessly, heaving.

"Relax, we're just moving this to the bedroom, " Steve said, kissing him.

"Come on, let us christen the bedroom," (Y/n) said as she stood up and let out the water.

Steve was the first to wake up. Waking up to the sound of chirping birds and the light from the window shining over the sheets. Next to him was Bucky, and on the other side of him, (y/n) lay on his chest. Steve watched as his wife and husband slept peacefully, beautifully. Quietly and skillfully, he crawled out of bed and found his sketch pad. Taking a seat in the corner of the room, he began to sketch the beauty in front of him.

Sometime later, Bucky woke up feeling around the bed, he found his wife but not his husband. Feeling around the bed some more, he felt a piece of paper Picking up the paper and opening his eyes, he sees a sketch of him and his wife.

"What is it" (Y/n) asks, sleep still evident in her voice.

" It appears our husband has been up for a while." He shows her the sketch.

It's of them, (Y/n) curled up into his side, a hand on his chest over his heart. Bucky had one arm around her shoulders, holding her close, the other laid out as if waiting for Steve's return. The sheets were up to their waist, and the shading showed the light.

"How does he do that?" (Y/n) asked

"I don't know"

"I'm going to start a scrapbook of all his loose sketches." (Y/n) says, taking the sketch from him. Kissing his chest, she got up, dressed, and tucked the sketch away.

"what's happening here?" (Y/n) asked as she entered the kitchen Bucky followed her.

"Breakfast," Ash said, showing her plate of pancakes. " Pancakes, eggs, sausage, bacon, fruit. Which are blueberries, strawberries, oranges, or bananas if you want."

(Y/n) came up, kissing her daughter's forehead, and hugged her tight.

"Thank you, both of you," Bucky said as he pulled Steve from the stove and kissed him.

"just wanted a nice breakfast in our new home," Steve shrugged as he plated the food. "Come on let us eat"

(Y/n) stood back, arms wrapped around herself, watching her husbands and daughter finish setting up the table and plating food before taking their seats. Bucky was complimenting them on the food. Ash looked quite happy to explain all she had done to help.

She listened as her Buckt gushed over their daughter's cooking, and Steve praised her skills in the kitchen and asked when they'd see more of her cooking. (Y/n) sat down with them.

Ash's smile, Steve and Bucky's laughter. The smell of a home-cooked meal and the warmth of a family. It truly was a dream she had never dreamt. And looking out the window, she giggled. They had a picket white fence.

"You got that look on your face again," Bucky commented, and he brought her hand to his lips for a kiss. It was a face of pure joy. She'd sit there and smile and giggle at whatever triggered it. Something they had gotten used to in the last few weeks. An expression of full satisificaltion and happiness. And it seemed right now that the fence had triggered it.

"Hey?" everyone turned to her " Later ...can we make apple pie?"

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atinyjules · 6 months ago

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Eyes Off You Ft. Park Jisung {ch-6}

A/n: Welcome to chapter 6! Are you liking it so far? I hope you are! Omg my photocards are so pretty and good quality ✨️ I'll probably be ordering more in the future if I have money 😢 I don't have much to say so I'll leave the yapping for the next chapter lmaoo

The mini masterlist for this series can be found here

Tw: Angsty

After the whole ordeal at uni, Lianna decided that she needed some time alone, so she told the boys to go on without her. Truth is, she was scared to go home like a mess only for Johnny to see her. She didn't want her brother to worry about her, so she decided to kill some time in the park until Johnny left for his job after sundown.

Limping a little, Lianna managed to walk till the bench with great difficulty before finally relaxing and sitting down on one of the park bench. After calming her breathing, Lianna stared at her clothes and her hands. Her once, clean, and pretty varsity jacket was now looking like it had gone through two world wars. Yes, it was a bit of an exaggeration, but maybe it was her because of her emotional state right now.

She dusted her jacket and pants before taking out her phone. The sight of her new phone decorated with a cute white phone case paired with a matching pastel brown bear popsocket and a phone charm with beads that spelled Riize made Lianna smile for the first time after today's happenings.

Was it the fact that Riize got her all these goodies or the fact that they were more loyal than her previous friends that made Lianna feel more love for the seven boys? It was definitely the latter. Despite getting beaten up badly, they still stuck by her. It made her happy and kind of sad, too. Lianna wished that Jisung and the rest did the same for her. Too traumatized by the situations that were happening, a new wave of pain filled her body as she pressed a video she hadn't watched for a long while. Luckily, her Sim card and memory card didn't get destroyed, so she still had everything .

In the background of the video, the soulful sounds of the piano could be heard as an excited and young Jisung held a bouquet of roses while the others held confetti poppers and a cake that said 'Happy Lia Day !' They were preparing to surprise Lianna for her 13th birthday.

Lianna's

I chuckled dryly as I watched the video. They switched off the lights and busted into my practice room, singing happy birthday as 13 year old Lianna broke down into tears. Not wanting to watch further, I ended the video and pressed back quickly before sighing and putting on my headphones to listen to some music. Suddenly, Johnny's name shone through the phone making me panic a bit before picking up the call.

"Hello? Lia, hey... I forgot to send you a text earlier." Johnny said making me furrow my brows.

"What text?" I asked as he laughed nervously.

"Are you home yet? I actually have some work in Busan, I'll be back in a week. I forgot to call you so I thought I'd text you but I forgot. The house key is with the landlord." He said, making me internally let out a sigh of relief.

"I'm out with the guys." I lied as he sighed in relief.

"Thank goodness, remember, the key is with the landlord. I'll be back next week so I left dinner in the fridge and some money for you in case you don't want to cook. You know what, you can just get takeout. I'm sorry for not telling you earlier." He said making me shake my head, not like he sees it though.

"It's fine, I'll manage. Don't overwork yourself." I said as he chuckled.

"I won't, but you take care, alright? You can let Shotaro and Sungchan sleep over if you don't wanna be alone." He said as I hummed in response.

"Okay then." I said when he hummed.

"Hey, you alright? You sound really tired." He said making me panic as I chuckled.

"Yup, I'm fine. We did a lot of stuff at uni today... I'm just tired. I think I'm just burnt out." I said making him gasp.

"Well, that's not good. You sure you're okay?" He questioned making me groan internally.

"Yeah... Oh hey, John... can I just not go to uni for the week? I'm just really burnt out. If I rest it out... I'll be able to focus in class more." I said and bit my nails, scared as to what he'll say.

"Take all the time you need, I know how it feels when we're burnt out. You just rest and sleep it off until you feel better, alright? I'll send the university an email for you leave." He said making me panic.

"It's fine, I'll do it myself. You have a lot of work yourself. I'll send it now and rest." I said as he sighed.

"You really need to learn how to accept people's help... but if you say so. You take care, I'll be back in a week alright?" He said as I hummed in response.

"Take care, come back soon." I said making him chuckle.

"After I'm done, I'll take the first train back." He said in a loving tone.

After ending the call, I put on my headphones and began the trip back home.

I stopped in the middle of the road because of the pain in my abdomen and my legs. I sighed as I looked forward. My apartment was right there, and yet here I was. I sucked it up and gave myself a little pep talk before standing up straight and forcing myself to walk.

"You need help?" I turned to see Zhong Chenle making me widen my eyes before continuing to walk.

"No, thanks." I said making him sigh.

"You sure? You look like you need a piggyback ride. I'll get you to your door." He said, making me shake my head.

It sounds so tempting... shut up, Lianna! Him and his friends are the reason you're like this! But then again... he never did anything to you... and he did give you a drink during the university cleaning drive.

"Look... I'm sorry for everything my stupid friends did. And I'm even more sorry that I didn't do anything. I don't like making a scene... but because of my stupidity, you got even more injured." He said, making me turn to look at his face to search for any signs of insincerity. I sighed in defeat when I didn't find any signs of insincerity in his face.

"You sure? The elevator isn't working... I live on the 20th floor." I said in hopes to scare him away, but he smiled and kneeled in front of me.

"I inhaled three mega sized burgers and a big bowl of ramen today, so it'll help me burn my calories. Get on." He said, making me finally sigh in defeat before getting on his back.

"I'm warning you, I'm quite heavy." I said, making him chuckle.

"Oh please, you're not even half my warm-up weights. I might look like this, but I actually lift weights and work out a lot." He said making me chuckle.

"I can see that." I say sarcastically.

"Does that mean you forgive me?" Chenle asked as I sighed before tugging his hair.

"Ouchh!" He winced making me chuckle.

"Now you're forgiven." I said making him chuckle.

×××

Jisung's

I sighed as I watched Chenle giving Lianna a piggyback. After finding out the truth, I felt devastated and ashamed at my behavior towards Lianna back then and now. I walked home with slumped shoulders as I drank my coke.

"I really am gullible after all..." I mumbled to myself as I walked home.

After reaching home, I locked myself in my bedroom as I got on the bed and went through some of my old high school pictures.

"Park Jisung from high school... I became so popular so quickly that... the popularity and fame swallowed me whole until... until I became the Park Jisung I am now. If only... I had said no." I whispered before putting my phone down and lying face down on my pillow.

When I was about to start high school, Chaeyeon had gotten me to change my hair and my fashion. Although my style is different from how it was back then... I still am the boy who agreed to change myself to become popular. Would we have been friends if I didn't believe Chaeyeon and change myself?

I sigh and look at my pictures of when I was in middle school.

"He was so much happier back then..." I mumbled to myself as I looked at the girl with big transparent glasses and braces next to me.

Feeling tears brim my eyes, I quickly buried my face on my pillow as my hands clenched the pillow.

×××

Lianna's

I sighed as I lay down on my bed after a long day. After changing into my pj's and washing my face, I looked at my bruised face. Letting out a breath, I looked down on the sink before forcing myself to finish my night routine. Not wanting to eat tonight, I just sat on my bed in hopes of falling asleep. After miserably failing, I ended up sitting in a home studio with headphones as I blasted whatever music that came up.

"I'm scared to go to back ..." I mumbled, not hearing my own voice as I put my head down on my keyboard and closed my eyes.

I groaned as music blasted through my headphones, waking me up as I slightly opened my eyes to see the sunlight peaking through my blinds, making me open my eyes. I had fallen asleep in the home studio again.

"Gosh... I need to stop doing this." I said in an annoyed tone as I removed my headphones and stood up to look in the mirror.

"Great! It's just wonderful!" I said sarcastically as I grazed my fingers through my keyboard imprinted skin.

I let out a sigh as I ran my fingers through my hair before brushing and holding my hair in place with a claw clip.

"No class for a week, time to use that to my full advantage." I mumbled as I walked downstairs. Opening the fridge, I gasp as I see the food Johnny left for me... to have at dinner last night.

"Well... I guess it's breakfast now." I mumbled as I warmed up the curry, humming to the song I played from my phone while waiting.

Gradually, my hums became quiet as I stared at my reflection on the window by the sink. My eyes remained glued on the image of my face, the face that I hate so much. My glasses caused me to hate the reflection even more, making me remove my glasses.

"If I had switched to contacts... would I have been more accepted?" I asked myself before I heard the curry burning making me gasp before quickly closing the gas.

"Great... it dried up..." I mumbled before letting my head hit the counter as I groaned.

After eating rice and seaweed for breakfast, I dragged myself upstairs to my bed before sticking there for the rest of the day, binge watching some random kdrama while eating some of the snacks Johnny left.

I roll my eyes and sigh after hearing someone ring the doorbell and knock on the door for the fifth time. Lazily getting up, I headed downstairs and pressed the video button to see who's outside.

Upon realizing who it is I quickly press the audio button.

"Leave." I said in a cold voice as the person sighed and kept knocking.

"Let me in, I wanna talk." Haechan said, making me narrow my eyes as I pressed the audio button.

"Not me. Your actions were enough for me to know what type of person you are, so kindly leave me alone with my kdrama and food." I said as he groaned.

"You didn't come to uni as well... come on... I just wanna talk." He said, making me scoff before pressing the audio button.

"Don't expect me to come tomorrow as well or the day after!" I exclaimed before turning to walk away when Haechan's words caught my attention.

"Jisung is here too... we wanna apologize. " I clenched my fist as I opened the door roughly. Eyeing Haechan first before eyeing Jisung with dark eyes.

"You... and your stupid little gang of friends can bully me as much as you want... I'd rather get beaten to death than speak with you two." I said in a cold tone.

Jisung's

After not seeing Lianna at uni, I got worried as guilt started to eat me from the inside. Ever since I found out the truth, I've been extremely sad and wanted to speak to Lianna, but since she didn't come, I was feeling anxious. Haechan must've been feeling the same thing since he waited for me after class outside the dance studio and told me that he was gonna go and apologize to her.

I decided to go with him to her apartment to talk. After knocking for a long time, she finally spoke, her voice making me happy and sad because of the dark and cold tone she spoke in. After pissing her off by accident, she came out and stared down at us before speaking.

"You... and your stupid little gang of friends can bully me as much as you want... I'd rather get beaten to death than speak with you two." She said in a cold tone.

My eyes glossed as I noticed all the red and blue bruises around her face as she spoke. I wanted to say something, but at that time, I didn't have the courage to utter a single word.

"We were wrong... and we're so sorry." Haechan said making her chuckle.

"As you should. You see these? Your friends did this to me... do you even realise the pain that a single punch from someone like Jeno can give to a person like me? I got multiple punches and slaps thrown on me. My body is in so much pain... almost feels like I'm dying... but the pain you guys gave me... is more than these physical ones." She said in a shaky tone, making me look down, unable to look at the bruises around her eyes and face.

"I'm thankful that Johnny isn't here... my brother is too good... he doesn't deserve to see me like this, and nor does he deserve to know how evil you people really are." She said as Haechan stepped forward.

"I know... but... we really are sorry... you didn't deserve to be treated like that-" She cut his words with a sigh.

"You think... I don't know that? You guys are so insufferable... leave." She commanded, making me panic as I looked up at her.

"Lia..." I trailed when the door in front of us opened to reveal a bruised and battered Seunghan covered in bandaids. He looked different due to the bruise on his eye.

"Here to cause more damage?" He asked in a monotone and low voice as his face remained blank.

"We're only here to-" Seunghan cut my words while staring down at me.

"Apologize? Saying sorry, won't cut it. Lia... get in." Seunghan said, looking at Lia, who listened without a thought making Haechan hold her hand.

"Let go of her hand." We turned to see Sungchan and Eunseok.

"Yah, we're here to talk to Lia... not you." Haechan spoke in a warning tone, making Seunghan let out a dry chuckle.

"Oh, are you? Isn't that cute. But you see... she doesn't want to talk to you. We've all had our dreams of university crushed by your stupid gang... and we've had enough. Leave before we let out our anger and grief on you two." Seunghan warned, making me grab Haechan's hand after making eye contact with Seunghan.

"They're serious..." I mumbled to Haechan, who looked around at them before letting out a breath and walking away.

Riize and Lia have finally had enough!

That's it for this chapter 💖 ✨️

I hope you liked it despite it not being that good 💖✨️

Chapter 7 can be found here

Likes and rebloggs are appreciated 💖 ✨️

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doughnutwand · 2 years ago

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The Misunderstanding

KIM MINGYU

I'm super excited. It's my checkup with the gynecologist. I'm 5 months pregnant and today Mingyu and I will finally know the gender of our baby.

"Mingyu~ are you ready?", I yelled from the bottom of the stairs. There was no answer so I decided to walk up instead. "Gyu?" I said as I peeked through the door. He looked at me with sadness in his eyes and I knew exactly what that meant. He couldn't come. Again. This was the 3rd time. "It's okay", I said with the most cheerful smile on my face hoping to hide my disappointment. "I'm really sorry baby but something really important came up and I have to attend to it", he said with a surprisingly uninterested tone. I wondered if he forgot about our gender reveal so I just said "we'll find out the gender next time". As if this situation wasn't so annoying he left by saying that I should just tell him later like it was no big deal. Was he not interested? Did he not care? I guess I'm just overreacting.

On my way to the hospital I decided to vent to my best friend Tzuyu but I guess she was busy because she didn't answer. Lately she's been busy a lot. It's like I don't have a best friend. It's the same with Mingyu. He's never around anymore. I guess that's just the life of an idol.

I arrived at the hospital but I was 30 minutes early so I thought that I should talk to my brother. S.Coups. Yes the leader of Seventeen and also the best brother ever.

Now that I think about it Mingyu said his schedule was free all morning. What could be so important that he has to miss the gender reveal. Something wasn't right but maybe I'm just being dramatic.

My thoughts were disturbed when I was called into the doctors room. Good Morning Mrs. Kim I see your alone today. Yes Doctor Cho. Mingyu had something important to attend to this morning so he couldn't make it. I tried my hardest to sound unbothered but I think she saw right through me. Doctor Cho just smiled at me and asked if I still wanted to know the gender today and I agreed.

Then she said it. "Mrs Kim. Your having a girl". I was over the moon. Mingyu and I hoped to get a baby girl now we're actually having one. This is going to make him so happy.

As soon as I jumped into the car I called Mingyu but unsurprisingly there was no answer so I thought I'd just surprise him at work. I stopped at Starbucks to pick up some coffee and cakes for the SEVENTEEN members. They're having dance practice right now so I thought they'd be hungry.

I got to the practice room, happily greeted the members and gave them their food but something was of. My brother and husband were not there. "Hey guys. Where's Mingyu and Cheol?", I asked with a concerned expression. Jeonghan gave me a hesitant look which made me more suspicious. "Cheol went out looking for Mingyu", Jeonghan said. Wait Mingyu didn't show up to practice? I was starting to get really angry because first Mingyu doesn't show up for the scan, his phone is off, he hasn't showed up to work and he's being so secretive.

I called him again but still no answer so I called my brother.

"Cheol where are you? And where's Mingyu?". He stayed quiet. There was something he wasn't telling me. "Choi Seungcheol where are you and whats going on?!" I said raising my voice a little. He sighed and told me to meet him at my house.

Without a second thought I rushed down to my car and started to drive home. My mind racing with thoughts I didn't even want to think about. Is Mingyu okay? Has he been......... cheating on me? I brushed that thought of the moment it entered my head not wanting to believe any of it.

I arrived at my house and saw my brother parked outside so I walked as fast as I could to him. "Oppa what's going on. Please tell me the truth", I said with tears forming in my eyes. He hugged me and said words I never thought I'd hear "I think Mingyu could be cheating on you. With Tzuyu". I couldn't believe it. I didn't want to believe it. Tzuyu is my best friend and Mingyu is my husband. This made no sense. "How do you know this?", I asked with an almost dead expression on my face.

"Well I know how worried you were about Mingyu so I tried to call him but also had no luck reaching him. I decided to go out looking -", his words were cut off by a car pulling into the driveway.

It was Mingyu. I tried to compose myself and tried to think of what to say to him. He was shocked to see Seungcheol and I together. My brother didn't even give him a second to say anything before approaching him but I stopped him from doing or saying just yet.

I walked up to Mingyu looked him dead in the eye and said "Kim Mingyu I'm only going to ask you once and I want the TRUTH. Where were you? And why weren't you answering any of our calls?". I was serious and I wanted answers. He avoided my eyes and kept stuttering. So I asked another question, "Mingyu. Were you with Tzuyu today?" He was taken a back. I already knew the answer to that, it was written all over his face.

Mingyu suddenly began apologizing over and over again but I wasn't finished. I still had questions. So I asked them one at a time. Is she the reason you kept missing all of our scans and being busy all the time?

He quickly replied with a no. "Baby I promise its not what you think-". "THEN WHAT IS IT" I yelled as the tears finally started rolling down my face. My brother hugged me tightly as I broke down.

Mingyu just looked at the both of us not knowing what to say. I turned to look at him and with a pleading tone I said, "Please tell me that this is all a misunderstanding Mingyu". He took a deep breath and Began to tell his story.

There really was something important that came up. My manager called me to try and set me up with some future projects. I told him I was busy but he insist I'd come meet him at the Cafe near the HYBE building. So I went. We discussed some plans and when I was leaving i bumped into Tzuyu. I greeted her and we spoke for a while. She started acting weird and touchy and I was a bit uncomfortable because she's your best friend and I didn't understand why she was acting this way. I think she might of been drunk or something. When I told her I was leaving she basically threw herself onto me. I don't know why she was trying to cause such a big scene. But y/n I'd never cheat on you. Your my wife and we're having a baby soon. I could never do that to you or our child.

Seungcheol didn't look to convinced with Mingyu's statement. "How do we know your not lying Mingyu?", he asked in a firm tone. Mingyu just looked at me. I could see how hard he was trying to hold back his tears. "Y/n. Please trust me. You know me. I would never do this to you. I love you too much to do something like that to you". His words were very sincere and I could tell that he was speaking the truth. "I trust you Mingyu", I said as I hugged him.

We both began to cry in each other's arms. "I'm sorry y/n that this happend. I promise nothing of this sort will ever happen again", he said holding onto me tightly. "Shhh Mingyu it's over now everything is alright", I said. He just looked at me and I kissed him.

"Can the both of you get a room", Seungcheol said as he made a weird face. "Oh oppa. Sorry I forgot you were here". He just rolled his eyes at me. "Baby what's the gender of our baby?", Mingyu asked nervously. Oh right I almost forgot about that. The both of them nervously waited for my answer. "Mingyu. Seongcheol. ITS A GIRL!" They both jumped excitedly and hugged me. "Hyung did you here that?! I'm having a daughter", Mingyu yelled in happiness as he took me into his arms. "And I'm having a niece", Cheol yelled.

This was the best feeling in the world. Having the two men I love most in the world and soon my baby girl.

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casspurrjoybell-25 · 5 months ago

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Skating on Thin Ice - Chapter 37 - Part 1

*Warning - Adult Content*

Elijah Ellis

It was the day before the tournament and I had just finished packing my things when my phone started ringing.

My mind filled with dread as I lifted it off of my nightstand but I was pleasantly surprised when it was Fox that was calling and not my mother.

"Hey," I answered, sitting down on my bed.

"Come over," he replied.

My lips quirked up slightly.

"Why?"

"Because," Fox said instantly.

"Because why?"

He let out a long sigh.

"You're going to make me say it?"

I laughed.

"Say what?"

"I miss you..."

I felt my face flush at his words.

I had to remind myself that we weren't actually together and that I needed to stop letting his words effect me but it wasn't that easy.

"Okay," I said.

"I'll come over."

I could practically hear the smile in his tone.

"See you soon?"

As soon as I hung up the phone, I headed to the shower.

I was only in there for a few minutes before I dried off and got dressed.

Leaving my room with my new car key, I bumped face first into Joshua in the hallway.

"Why are you in such a rush?" he asked me, lifting an eyebrow as he studied my face.

"I'm gonna use the car," I said, holding up the key.

"If you're not using it, that is."

"Yeah, go ahead," Joshua replied with a shrug.

I knew Joshua was dying to ask me questions, even though he had made the promise to keep his mouth shut about it.

To ensure he kept his promise, I turned away from him to walk down the stairs before he could say anything.

"Are you going to Fox's?" he asked as he followed me toward the stairs.

"Joshua," I warned, looking at him with narrow eyes.

"You said you were keeping your mouth shut."

"I know, I know," he agreed with a sigh, shoving his hand through his hair.

"Are you though? That's all I want to know, I swear."

I showed him an unamused expression.

"Yes. I'm going to Fox's."

"Okay," he replied.

"Have fun."

I snickered at his words and his eyes widened.

"I mean, uh," Joshua stuttered.

"Not too much fun?"

"Joshua."

"I mean... I mean..." he let out a heavy breath.

"I don't know what you guys do."

"I'm leaving now," I said, shaking my head at him.

After letting Dad know where I was headed, I left the house and started the journey toward Fox's place.

*******

Once I arrived, I parked on the road outside his house and made my way up to the front door.

Fawn answered the door after I knocked with a distressed look on her face.

"What's wrong?" I asked, taken back by her expression.

"There's a bit of an issue," she said.

"Maybe you can calm Fox down."

"Calm him down?" I wondered, stepping into the house, my eyes darting around the room in search for Fox.

Fawn led me into the living room where I saw Fox's dad, Leo and Robin holding Fox and Wren back from each other while Vanessa and Raven stood in the middle.

Fox's face looked angrier than I had ever seen it.

His jaw was tightly set, looking as if his teeth would break if he pressed them together any harder.

His eyes were dark and formed into slits as he looked straight through his sister and mother over to Wren.

I could see a slight bruise forming on his cheek.

"Fox?" I called out.

His gaze immediately turned to me, his eyes widening slightly as if he forgot I was going to be coming over.

He shook himself out of Robin's grip and motioned for me to follow him up the stairs without a word.

I took a moment to look over at Wren.

He had quite a few bruises forming on his face and his usual devious expression was gone.

He looked more defeated and distant.

As I went up the stairs, I heard Leo begin to question Wren but I stopped paying attention as soon as I was in Fox's room where he was pacing the floor and pulling at his hair.

"What happened?" I asked in a curious tone, shutting the door behind me.

"He knows," Fox replied in a raspy tone.

It didn't take much thought to figure out what he was talking about.

"Fox..."

He continued pacing around his room, not even looking over at me.

I noticed blood on his knuckles as his fist closed on his hair.

"Hey," I called out, walking over to him and grabbing his hand from his hair.

"You need to clean this."

"He knows," Fox repeated, this time looking at me with a vulnerable expression.

His eyes were wide with worry and a muscle in his jaw twitched as he tightened it.

"It's okay," I assured him.

"No it's not," he snapped, ripping his hand from mine, gazing at me with an expression mixed with anger and fear.

"He's gonna use it against me. He's gonna tell everyone."

"Fox," I said in an almost pleading tone, firmly grabbing onto his shoulders.

"Calm down. You don't know that."

"You don't know him, Elijah."

I didn't know him but I could tell by the look on his face downstairs that telling his brother about what he knew hadn't gone as he had hoped.

"Fox, he's know for years," I started.

"Don't you think he would have already done something if he was planning to?"

Fox looked at me with a skeptical expression.

"How do you know that?"

"Know what?"

"That he's know for years," Fox answered.

It didn't occur to me that Wren hadn't told Fox that he had told me about his knowledge.

I sighed.

"He told me."

"He told you?" he repeated back, stepping away from me.

"When the hell have you had time to talk to my brother about me?"

I sent him an irritated look.

"It's not like that and you know it. I saw him at the skating rink a few nights ago. He talked to me, not the other way around."

He scowled.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because that's exactly what he wanted," I exclaimed.

"He wanted me to do his dirty work for him."

Fox let out a frustrated groan, holding his head in his hands.

"Are you mad at me?" I asked in a wary tone.

"I'm not mad, I'm just pissed off," he mumbled.

I looked at him in confusion.

"Pretty sure those mean the same thing."

He looked up at me with a softened gaze, lowering his hands to his side.

"Not at you," he assured me.

I tried to hide my smile.

Fox's lips twitched like he was trying to hide his own before he sighed and looked down at his bloody knuckles.

"I could use some help cleaning this," he uttered, looking up at me with wide eyes that were feigning innocence.

I playfully rolled my eyes but couldn't hide my smile any longer as I gripped his hand and let him lead me to the bathroom.

"Why did you punch him?" I asked as I cleaned his knuckles with a cloth and soft soap.

Fox shrugged.

"He made me mad."

I shook my head at him, drying his hand and searching through the medicine cabinet for bandages.

He leaned down and opened the door under the sink, pulling out a box and handing it to me.

I wrapped a bandage around his knuckles and washed my hands.

"Are your parents going to punish you or something?" I asked once we were back in his bedroom.

"I don't know," he admitted, lying down on his bed and pulling me on top of him.

We stayed in that position for a while, my head resting on Fox's chest while he ran his uninjured hand through my hair.

He left a long kiss on the top of my head before letting out a deep sigh.

I moved my head slightly, trying to look up at him.

"Hey," I said, grabbing his attention.

"Hmm?"

I didn't answer him.

Instead, I sat up and straddled his waist, causing him to shoot me a look of confusion.

I leaned down and kissed his neck, feeling his body relax at the way my lips moved over his skin.

"Elijah..."

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked against his skin.

"Not particularly."

I answered him by continuing to kiss his neck, moving up to his jaw.

He let me kiss him for a few more moments before he grabbed my head in his hands and forced me to look at him.

"I thought you said you weren't okay with distractions," he commented, lifting his eyebrows in question.

He was right but at that moment, I couldn't find it in me to care.

"Do you want me to distract you?" I asked, studying his face as he pondered on the question.

"Because I want to."

He took a deep breath, the dilemma in his mind evident by the look on his face.

Instead of answering, he pulled my face down to his and grabbed my lips in a kiss.

We remained in sync, in a quick rhythm before I detached my lips from his and kissed down his jaw and his neck.

My hands moved down to the waistline of his jeans and fumbled with the button.

His breath hitched as I undid his jeans and pulled them down his legs.

"Elijah," Fox called out, causing me to look up at him.

"Are you sure?"

"If you're sure."

"Okay."

That was all he had to say for me to continue, pulling his boxers off and putting my head between his thighs in my efforts to distract him.

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harlowsbby · 2 years ago

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Stone Cold

“Man your girl is too nice for her own being.”

“What are you on about Druski?”

“Look at her over there being a bit too friendly with Urban.” Looking up Jack’s eyes squinted watching how Urban spun you around like a ballerina before crashing back into his chest.

“He’s just showing her how to dance Druski, that’s all so please stop trying to make something out of nothing.”

Druski raised his hands in defense and made his signature alright but that’s on your face.

“All I’m saying is watch your girl and watch your best friend, I know everyone thinks Y/N is some type of sweetheart but it’s the sweetheart ones you have to watch out for.”

The thing about you is you never saw anything wrong in the way Urban and You acted because he was like a brother to you and while Jack was busy with interviews or either soundcheck and shows you’d spent a majority of your time with Urban.

“Baby I’m kinda free tonight you’d think we can go out and do a little stroll around Boston.” Jack asked from behind you.

“Oh well I kinda told Urban I’d go with him to this ramen shop that’s near the hotel, you can tag along if you want Jack.” You spoke softly and turned your head up to Jack and smiled.

Maybe he was overthinking it and Druski got in his head a bit but you never called him Jack it was always baby or babe never just Jack.

“Actually it’s okay you two go ahead I forgot I have to go over and rehearse for tomorrows show since it’ll be the last show for the US leg of tour.” You we’re about to protest and ask him what was wrong but Jack had already left leaving you feeling guilty.

“What’s his problem?”

“I’m not sure Urban but let’s go, I know you’re hungry.” He licked his lips and nodded.

“You know I’m always hungry I think I’ll get two bowls of ramen.”

“Two bowls?! I hope you’re the one paying and not me this time.” He smacked his lips and wrapped his arm around your shoulder you smiled and leaned into his side.

“You know you’ll never have to pay with me around shorty.”

“See they are messing around no friend wraps his arm around his other supposedly friend like that.” Druski and Neelam were hiding behind the curtain watching Urban and You.

“I think you’re right Druski but when is it a good time to tell Jack?”

“He didn’t believe me earlier when I told him about it, maybe we don’t have to tell him.”

“What do you mean?” Neelam knew Druski was onto something and she knew that something could either make or break Jack.

“Here’s what we’ll do.”

The next day

“Good morning Y/N.” Drama and Nemo greeted you that following morning, you smiled and gave them both a quick side hug.

“Good morning, after either of you seen Jack around?” After you got home last night from eating with Urban you felt bad seeing Jack laid out on bed, cuddling with your pillow so you knew today you’d have to make it up to him.

“Last time I checked he was busy going soundcheck with the new Dj.” You thanked them both, putting on your slides and grabbing one of Jack’s hoodies you headed you left the tour bus that was parked outside of the arena before going inside.

“She said I taste like that sweet, sweet, sweet semen.” Jack’s voice came from the stage, you smiled seeing the familiar head of curls.

“After first class let’s go right into little secret I’ll tell them a little story about how all these girls want me to put them in frost class and remain my little secret.”

“Sounds good Jack, is that your girl over there?” The dj pointed towards the direction you were coming from, Jack smiled seeing you in his hoodie that was way too big for you.

“What are you doing all the way out here baby?” He opened his arms and brought you into him, you moaned feeling the warmth of his body. He laughed his chest rumbling as he did.

“What, I can’t come out here and watch my man practice?” His cheeks turned a bright shade of pink.

“You can always watch me perform baby, maybe after if you’re free you wanna go get some coffee?” Pulling back from his embrace, you turned your head to the side.

“You don’t like coffee though Jack?”

“Well I’m always willing to try something new with you baby, now go sit down I don’t have time for distractions.”

“Yes sir.” You saluted him he grinned and pulled his arm back before giving your ass a slap, you yelped and turned back around and glared at him.

“Jack!! Don’t do that especially in front of other people.” You whispered.

“It’s all good Y/N I do that to my girl all the time it doesn’t matter if we have company around or not.”

“See there isn’t any issues now go sit down baby and let me finish what I gotta do.” You went and sat down in the front and smiled watching Jack practice, you were always in awe whenever he had that mic in his hands he always made sure to tell a story and put on a show that nobody will forget.

After rehearsals Jack and You went to go shower and get ready. While you were getting ready there was a knock at your door.

“Can I came on? Y’all aren’t doing anything I wouldn’t do are you?” Urban’s voice came from the other side of the door.

“Come in Urban I promise we aren’t doing anything, Jack’s just in the shower right now.”

“What’s up Urban?” Smiling you pat the spot next to him he sat down happily.

“What do you mean what’s up? Are you ready to go.” You looked at him with both of your eyebrows raised.

“What are you talking about Urban? I’m going to get coffee with Jack.” His mouth formed into an o shaped.

“Remember you said you’d go with me to check out this film place down the street, I need film for tonight’s show.” You forget you made plans with Urban you were so focused on Jack and trying to make things right with him that you completely forgot.

“I’m sorry Urban, how about we hit the coffee shop first and then the film shop I’m sure Jack won’t mind.” Smiling softly at Urban the two of you talked about anything and everything till Jack was done showering.

Eventually Jack came out and was drying his hair when he saw Urban laying on the bed with you.

“What’s going on here?” Urban bit his lip when he noticed the irritated look on Jack’s face.

“Well I forgot I had made plans with Urban today and I was going to see if it’s okay if he tags along with us as well?” Jack should’ve known this was coming he was grateful you got along with his best friend but you were his girl not Urban’s girl and sometimes he wanted to spend his free time alone with you, but he didn’t have it in him to tell you no.

“That’s fine with me baby, but Urban’s paying for our coffee.”

“What? That isn’t fair.” You laughed and hugged Jack, placing a small kiss to his lips.

“Thank you Jack for understanding, I love you baby.”

“I love you too baby girl.” Jack was a bit irritated that afternoon he tried his best not to show it because he saw how happy you were whenever a Urban was around and it would be selfish of him to take that happiness away.

Later that night

“Have any of you seen Urban? Jack’s going on in five minutes and we need him here to take pictures.” Neelam was getting frustrated by the minute there was no Urban and of course no you in site.

“I haven’t seen him since they came back from that coffee shop easier.” Nemo spoke, Druski and Neelam gave each other knowing looks.

“Well how good are you with a camera Nemo?”

“I mean I’d say I’m pretty good I guess.”

“Well pretty good is going to have to cut it, take this camera and get your ass out there we don’t have all day to sit around and wait for Urban to get back.”

“Did anybody find Urban? Or Y/N she isn’t answering any of my calls.” You weren’t answering why of Jack’s calls because you were out buying him and you matching rings.

There was a pandora shop near the venue and you placed an order to get each other matching rings, the rings felt like they costed an arm and a leg by the price but it was worth it.

“He’s definitely going to love that, it’ll suit him perfectly.” Urban and You admired the ring before placing it back in its box.

“I really hope he does.”

“He will Y/N trust me.”

Once Urban and You made it back to the venue you cursed seeing that Jack was already on stage you were hoping you’d be able to give him his ring before he went on but you’d just have to wait.

“Y/N, Urban where have you two been? Most importantly what’s your issue Y/N you’re with Jack not so that means you can’t disappear with him when you feel the need.”

Urban didn’t have the time or patience with Neelam he wasn’t sure what she was going on about but he wasn’t tolerating it.

“I’m not dealing with her, I’ll be right back Y/N.”

"What are you talking about Neelam." You looked around embarrassed now seeing everyone that was backstage had drawn their attention onto Neelam and You.

"You know what I'm on about Y/N. Lately Urban and You have became real close and it’s concerning. If the two of you are sleeping together you might as well come clean about it now.”

That's when Urban came from around the corner with a confused and irritated look on his face but it softened seeing the doleful and pained look on your face.

"What are you talking about? Why is Y/N crying.”

He immediately put down the drinks he went to get you and brought you into him, Urban was irritated and upset that Neelam was making you cry, you've always been overly sensitive but that's what Jack loved about you, being his sweet, kind and caring sweetheart there wasn't anything nor anybody he wanted more.

"Urban stop acting like you don't know what's going on clearly something is going on between Y/N and you."

Druski added in and honestly that took you by surprise, Druski and You grew up together and you thought he knew you better than that, it was clear that you thought wrong.

"You two honestly think I'm sleeping with Y/N like I would do something like that? I would never in my life hurt Jack in that type of way and for you both to sit up here and assume that I would is really hurtful."

"What else are we supposed to assume Urban you two are always around each other even on Jack's off days you never spend any time with him YIN."

You didn't mean to spend all your time with Urban but you got so use to Jack never really being around or being busy all day you'd wake up and automatically go where ever Urban was it was second nature.

"I think it's best you leave Y/N I really think it's for the best for Jack." Looking around the room between Neelam, Druski and Urban you weren't really sure what to do.

Looking to the side you smiled seeing Jack performing on the stage and joking with his fans. It hurt knowing that he wasn't the one talking to and talking these things out with you.

"I love you so much Atlanta! Tonight was amazing!”

"Tell the fans what you're about to do Jack? I mean you just finished performing in all these sold out shows." Jack's Dj asked him he smiled and looked back at the crowd.

"Honestly relaxing with my friends and family that's all I wanna do, but next year catch me laying out at some beach attempting to get a tan." The crowd laughed while you frowned. He never mentioned spending time with you, maybe Neelam was right.

Looking back at Neelam you gave her a half smile as well as Druski.

"If that's what you guys think is best then l'll leave." You spoke softly you didn't have any anger in your voice, you never did you.

"Y/N you aren't going anywhere." Urban protested and tried making you sit back down.

"Urban it's okay just call me later yeah? Neelam, Druski tell Jack I'm sorry.. for everything. Just make sure Jack gets this please Urban.” You placed the box of matching rings in Urban’s hands, you gave him one last hug before walking away from Jack and everything you’ve known for the past four years.

A few months later

“Y/N you’re coming to watch SNL with me and I don’t care.” Your friend Ariana was getting annoyed by each minute that went by, she didn’t understand why you didn’t want to come watch Saturday night live with her and see no other than Jack Harlow himself live and in person.

“I just don’t Ariana and I don’t really like Jack Harlow no way.” Lies they were all lies evert since that night in Atlanta he’s been the only thing on your mind.

“Pretty please Y/N you owe me anyways remember when I watched your cat while you went to visit your parents?” She pouted and gave you her best puppy dog eyes.

“Fine! But we sit far in the back I don’t want to sit that close.” She squealed and brought you into her nearly hugging you to death.

“Thank you so much! It’s going to be so much fun I can’t wait.” While Ari was over the moon with excitement about seeing her celebrity crush, you on the other hand weren’t has thrilled.

You weren’t really sure how you’d act when seeing Jack again, would break down in tears or would you simply not feel anything, you’ve spent many lonely nights crying over Jack, what hurt the most was that he didn’t fight for you, he didn’t fight for what the two of you had.

“Hello earth to Y/N are in there? We have to find our seats.” Ariana took your hand and guided the two of you around the set, you looked around in awe you were beyond proud of Jack, hosting snl was a huge deal.

“I wonder what kind of skits he’ll be doing.”

“Me too Ari I’m so excited .” You lied and sunk back into your seat, the quicker this night ended the better. What you didn’t know was that a certain somebody spotted you in the crowd.

“Is that Y/N?” Nemo whispered to 2fo who nodded.

“It sure is, should we tell Jack? He’s been looking for her since she dumped him.”

That night you left, Neelam and Druski explained to Jack that you had broken up with him. He was heartbroken but something deep down inside of him knew that didn’t sound like you.

You had to admit watching Jack on stage and watching him dress up in severely different outfits, including a tampon had you near tears in laughter.

“See I told you that you’d enjoy it.” Ari whispered and you shoo’d her off.

“Just this once you’re right.” After Jack finished all his skits it was time for him to give his final thank you speech.

He looked around in the crowd at all the unfamiliar faces and smiled, this was his life he never thought in a million years he’d be on snl but he was. He scanned the crown some more, waving at his parents and grandparents at top and that’s when he stopped seeing that familiar face in the crowd.

“Y/N.” He whispered.

“Y/N? Who’s Y/N.” Kenan asked Jack.

“My girl well she was my girl.” Kenan nodded in understanding.

“Go get your girl back Jack.”

“Fuck he spotted me.”

“Wha-What are you talking about? What are you doing. Who spotted you?” Ariana watched how you rushed to get your things together.

“I have to go Ariana, I’ll explain later I just have to go.” Before she could say anything else you were gone and so was Jack.

“Jack where are you going?” Neelam asked him while he ran past her.

“To save my relationship.”

“Fuck I can’t believe he saw me please God get me out of here quick.” You pulled out your phone and tried calling for a Uber but it was pouring down rain in the dark New York streets and you couldn’t see anything on your phone screen.

Huffing you just tossed your phone in your pocket and tried waving for a taxi but they drove right past you.

“Y/N? Is that you.” Jack’s voice came from behind you. Looking up at the sky you threw your hands up and sighed.

“Really? You had to make things worse.”

“What do you want Jack?” You were shivering your teeth started to chatter due to the coldness and the wetness of your clothes sticking to you.

“Uh maybe an explanation as to why you broke up with me.”

“I broke up with you? You gave up on us Jack, you didn’t fight for me or for what we had.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know what I’m talking about Jack, back in Atlanta when Neelam told me that you felt that I was sleeping or messing around with Urban which isn’t true or happened.”

Jack’s mind was racing he didn’t understand what you were talking about. I mean sure he felt as if you were spending a bit too much time with Urban but he never assumed you two were sleeping together.

“Y/N, if you come back to my hotel room we can talk about this, please Y/N.”

“I’m really sorry but I just can’t.”

“Y/N please don’t do this.”

“I’m sorry.” Jack stood there in the rain as you walked away from him, something in him wanted to run after you and force you to listen to him but what was the point, your mind was made up and there was no changing that.

Jack reached his hand in his pocket and pulled out the box that had the rings inside of it, he kept that box with him the minute Urban gave them to him.

Said he callin’ from Atlanta, say he miss me. Well, well, well. - Mariah the scientist.

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you

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f3itansgirlygirl · 4 years ago

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drivers license - suna rintarou

part 2 right here

inspired by the song driver's license

his house is right there, right in front of me.

sitting in the car biting my lip holding back the sob that threatened to escape, how did it become like this? how did i end up sitting in here alone while you went off with her? that was supposed to be me, you said you would wait?

suna rintarou

a beautiful boy, his smile never failed to warm your heart. the way he would hold you in his arms, pout when you weren't paying attention, brush your hair behind your ear, the way he would kiss you and buy you your favorite drinks or take you to that little park you loved so much as you guys watched the sunset and fell in love all over again.

then how did it get like this?

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“hi my name is l/n y/n and i'm your new manager!,” you introduced yourself. was a first year at inarizaki and needed to get into a club, atsumu decided to introduce you to the coach and give in a few words.

looking around the team you felt a nice presence, and that's when your eyes landed on his, those green piercing eyes. having his knees to his chest laughing at atsumu for trying to punch him for showing him something on his phone.

the way his laugh died down but kept a smile as he looked at you.

you blushed but became distracted as kita called you over.

“thank you guys for accepting me have a good night!,” you said grabbing your bag and leaving. “wait up i’ll walk with you,” you heard a voice behind you say. you turned to hear the voice and it belonged to him.

you guys walked under the stars, you shivered forgetting a jacket and that's when he looked at you and smirked. “the old jacket technique huh let me guess you want me to take mine’s off and give it to you,”

you gasped and looked right at him, “no i actually forgot you weirdo whatever i guess i'll walk faster,” you said speeding up. “wait i’m just teasing here i have a hoodie it’s my sleeping in class hoodie so better not ruin it.”

you took it hesitantly but put it on either way, it was big and burgundy and my god the scent you can still remember to this day how good he smelled like. “looks good on you maybe i’ll let you keep it,” he said as you guys continued to walk.

that was your first interaction, your first words to each other and one of the many nights you guys have come to spend together

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everything else came easily, even though having a age gap it didn’t stop your feelings whatsoever, and also never stopped him from showing affection.

you still remember your first kiss

how he kissed you by surpised on the slide of a old park where you guys sneaked out to get ice cream.

still remember how he started bringing extra hoodies and hair ties since you had a habit of forgetting both.

still remember that night under the stars in the backseat of his car when he looked at you and told you he was in love with you.

you teared up staring at him as he giggled softly caressing your face, holding your waist even more closer to his chest as your bodies connected.

“i love you rintarou,” you smiled crying softly.

he looked at you rubbing your tears away, “and i love you y/n l/n,”

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how it was such a good 6 months. looking back you should have seen the way you guys would only hang out around the night or weekdays.

how he wouldn't hold your hand in school or only be affection around the team.

and how you guys weren't exactly official, never asked you officially to be his but hey because of the memories spent together you thought of course your his and he’s yours.

you first saw her when she came through the doors, holding his notebook as she apologized but nevertheless gave him a smile and he gave one back. she was pretty- like really pretty.

pretty blue eyes, blonde long hair, beautiful body.

“so this is what overthinking feels like huh,” you mumbled as you shook your head and went back to setting the net up.

after practice you and suna as always walked home

you guys decided to take a detour heading to your park where many memories were made.

“hey rin,” you asked as you looked over the river that was by the bridge. “yes love?,” he replied. “what are we?,” you asked him.

please say im yours...

“well your younger than me, i want you to be mines and you already are, always and forever sooo how about this,” he turned to look at you and bent down so his head was right at yours. “when you become a 2nd year and get your driver's license we can officially be together yeah? i'll get down on one knee and ask you to be mine,” he rolled his eyes as you giggled.

he stuck out his pinkie and you stuck out yours. “you’ll wait for me?,” you said.

he wrapped his pinkie around yours, “always, make sure you just don't crash don't want you dying before your mine but yes i promise i will wait for you l/n,” suna smiled grabbing you and pulling you in for a kiss.

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finals came up and yes you and suna got distant due to you studying, yet you weren't nervous you were excited to finally walk down the halls holding his hand.

looking back you should have seen the signs of him not texting you often or wanting to help you, you shrugged it off maybe he was struggling in some classes too.

finally the day was here, texting osamu all morning about how you would pick them up for school so you can show off to suna.

laughing driving up to school with the twins, you got out the car and seeing suna’s back against one of the walls

you were about to call out for him until you saw her again. this time she was wearing the burgundy hoodie, and he was the one holding her hand. he was smiling? the smile he gave you specifically to you he was giving to her.

tears filled your eyes.

“y/n chan.. i’m-” , “its okay atsumu just get to class okay?,” you turned around hand shaking as you hold your keys, tears spilling down your eyes. “i'm going to be okay,” you smiled. “no, you’re crying,”

“i said i’m okay, i’m just going to leave,” you said running to your car and getting the fuck outta there.

leaving you saw atsumu go up to suna and scream at him.

your heart felt like it was being pulled, this can’t be real?

you headed home, slamming your door and falling to the ground, how could you rin?

flashes of him and her passed your mind seeing how happy he was.

you looked underneath and saw a photo on the ground. your grabbed it and sat on your bed, it was you and him in a photobooth smiling and then kissing. underneath in his handwriting he wrote “my love always and forever,”

you felt like throwing up, so this is what heartbreak feels like.

you were hurt mad even at the fact that before anything was able to happen it was already ruined. you cried yourself to sleep wanting to ignore the pain/

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you woke up around 9 p.m, you were confused but remembered all that happened today

“so that wasn't a horrible dream?,” you tried to laugh it out but really couldn’t.

you needed fresh air, you changed into sweatpants and a baggy shirt.

going for a drive blasting music, you didn’t know where you were going but you just needed to feel the air flowing past you. you stopped at the red light, everything was getting blurry tears now leaving as you hit the steering wheel.

you kept driving and ending up parking in this neighborhood, being very familiar but automatically knowing where you ended up. you looked to your right and saw his house.

you were about to get off trying to get closure you said, needing answers still trying to doubt everything and thinking maybe this was a horrible joke from the twins and him but then you got all the closure you needed. seeing as the door opened revealing the girl coming out.

your heart dropped seeing how happy they were and dare you say actually look good together. he smiled down at her and grabbed her for a kiss.

you gasped as a heart wrenching sob escaped your lips, she walked away as he never took his eyes off her figure.

that was me.

he then looked turning his head and made eye contact with you, you just silently laughed as you shook your head at him and turned on the car leaving. “y/n wait!,” you heard him say as you left.

you headed to the small park and sat in the slide looking up as you laid down and finally let everything out. “never knew your waiting was just a short trial did i have to pay for millions of hours?,” you cried as you looked up in the sky seeing your memories replay in your head

‘Cause how could I ever love someone else’ And I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one

And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone Guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me 'Cause you said forever now I drive alone past your street’

your phone dinged as you look who texted you

suna rin: y/n we need to talk... suna rin: please, i am so so sorry just hear me out. suna rin: i really did wait i just, please let's just meet up.

you texted back

“im really happy for you suna, goodbye rintarou.”

you then deleted his contact as you took a deep breathe and sat up.

“i still see your face

In the white cars”

you grabbed your head, “was i not good enough?,”

“We crossed I still hear your voice In the traffic We're laughing”

flash back

“you know i think we're meant to be,” suna said from your bed as you were on your laptop finishing some things. “wow such a hopeless romantic,” you smiled at him as you were putting back your earphones. “just maybe right person wrong time,” he said softly. you looked back at him, “i'm sorry did you say something,” you asked him. he just shook his head, “nothing i was just saying your a nerd,” he said as he threw a pillow at your face. “you know what,” you got up and jumped on top of him both laughing.

flashback over

‘God, I'm so blue Know we're through But I still fucking love you, babe’

you finally realized what he said, right person wrong timing

you looked up at the cherry blossom tree and softly smiled

“your right suna we really were meant to be just right person, wrong time.”

i guess not every love story is meant to be complete.

the end.

#suna #suna rintaro imagine #suna rintaro x you #suna rintarō #inarizaki #heartbreak #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #angst #suna rintarou #suna rintaro hcs #suna rintarou x reader #haikyu x reader #atsumu #miya twins #x reader #sad #romance

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ichigoromi · 3 years ago

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𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 | 𝐌𝐒𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 | 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

Literally, this might be something I would do as a prank to my future boyfriend. And watching BTS leaving J-hope at the gas station as a hidden camera prank inspired this headcanon too!

This is going to be a two-parter! I'll be doing the MSBY four first, then the second part is Meian, Inunaki and Tomas!

Pairing (s): MSBY Four (Featuring Bokuto Koutarou, Miya Atsumu, Hinata Shoyo and Sakusa Kiyoomi) x fem reader! (she/her)

Genre: fluff

Warning(s): may contain usage of strong language.

a/n - I imagine Hinata as a sweet boyfriend who wants to make you feel better who would buy you snacks or do anything to make you feel better.

Part 1 | Part 2 (Here!)

Enjoy!

Bokuto Koutarou

Before getting to know you, Bokuto thought you were this innocent, pure and feminine, but it turns out you were the opposite.

Your looks attracted him, but he fell for your personality.

There's never a dull day living with you, and he does wish that sometimes you could take your pranking down a notch.

Sunday was grocery shopping day, and you two would drive to the supermarket, which is slightly far from your apartment, but it's one of the bigger stores.

Since he does not have a driver's license, you mostly drive and pick him up from his practice once he was done.

Grocery shopping on a Sunday is a chore that you both want to avoid, but there's nothing left at the end of the week.

You two would have two carts, splitting the long list of groceries and check out together.

Maybe because you were really busy with work and hurry to return home to finish up before your deadline.

You actually left your boyfriend at the store.

He went and pushed the trolleys back, and when he came back, the car was gone.

Bokuto thought it was another prank of yours, and you will pull up at the entrance waiting for him, but no.

You were really gone.

Bokuto was baffled, flustered and confused in general. Just how did you exactly forget this 1.9m baby owl?

He tried calling you, but you were not picking up, mainly because you were still driving. Luckily, he still has his phone and wallet with him; if not, he really might be stranded at the supermarket.

The solution now was to get a taxi and head back home first and witness the shock on your face when you realised you forgot your boyfriend at the store.

Of course, he has to tell his friends that his girlfriend manages to forget about him and left him at the store.

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Something was not right.

You feel like you left out something.

It suddenly dawned on you; the thing that you left behind was your own boyfriend, Bokuto Koutarou. That 1.9m giant boyfriend of yours that you left at the store.

You reached the condominium building parking space and saw the missed calls that he left behind for you. Now, you feel extremely bad for leaving him at the store. You are baffled about this whole situation too.

But without him, you have to make two trips to get the groceries up to your apartment.

So you carried the first load of the groceries and head up first.

When you came down to get the second load, you spotted a familiar figure by your car.

"Baby! I'm so sorry! I literally forgot you at the store! I swear this is no prank!" Seeing how panicked you were while apologising, Bokuto decided to just let this time off.

"Fine, but you have to make me those Hamburg steaks, then I'll forgive you!" Ah, he is using this to exploit this situation to get him those tasty steaks that he loves.

"Okay, no problem. Let's get the stuff back in. I'm terribly sorry again." You sighed and look down to your feet in embarrassment.

"Hey, no need to apologise anymore. I already said that making those steaks is your redemption, right? Let's head up now." He kisses your forehead and helps you with the groceries.

Miya Atsumu

His own predictions came true. You had indeed left him at the store because of anger.

It seems like he took his words too far this time, and you were done with his dumb antics and decided to drive off when he went to go push back the trolleys.

You were one of the most patient people he ever knows because you can tolerate his ranting sessions which last up to hours.

But, it seems like your patience for him ran out, and he has no choice but to call Osamu for help.

When he rolls up in his car at the store, smirking at Atsumu, who was absolutely embarrassed by himself already, who pissed off you to the point of leaving him at the store.

You and Atsumu were back at Hyogo to visit your families, and you helped your parents with their groceries, and Atsumu tagged along.

His jokes were not it, and he continued with it, and he made an insensitive comment about your weight and being on your period made it worse.

So you finished shopping in silence while he continues rambling.

And you left him at the store, purposely.

"Tsumu, I told ya already. You gotta be more understandin' when yer girlfriend is on her period. See, this is what happens if ya don't listen." Osamu teased him as they both pull into your family house.

Their parents were already in, with yours preparing dinner for their little ones, who are all adults.

You were up in your room, taking a rest since your cramps were getting worse, and you could not sit down without being in pain.

When Atsumu arrives with Osamu, his mother immediately hands him a tray of what seems to be a hot water bottle and warm ginger tea.

"Go, she's not feelin' well." And he realised that he may have been really insensitive about your feelings.

He took the tray and heads up to your room. Osamu heads in to help them in the kitchen to speed up the dinner-making process.

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"Babe? I'm comin' in." Atsumu quietly steps into your room, and he sees you wrapped in your duvet, with a frown on your face.

"Go away, Tsumu. I don't wanna talk to ya." He ignores you and sits down on your bed anyways.

He sets the tray by your bedside table and helps you to lean against your bed frame.

"Here, my ma told me that it'll help with yer cramps. Drink this too; you'll feel better soon." He passes you the hot water bottle, and you use it to relieve your cramps. Atsumu helps you to drink the warm ginger tea that his mother had prepared.

After finishing the tea, he helped you lie back in bed and covers you in the thick and warm duvet. He was about to leave, but you held onto his wrist.

"Stay beside me." How could he reject his sick girlfriend?

Atsumu climbs into your bed that is a little too small to fit both of you, but you two make it work. He wraps his arms around you from behind and massages your tummy.

"I'm sorry for making ya so angry. I love ya." He whispered into your ears.

"I love ya too." You whispered back and soon falls asleep to his warm touches.

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Osamu went up to get you two since dinner was ready and he came to discover a cute sight and he doesn't miss the opportunity to take a picture for his brother later.

You were clutching onto Atsumu's shirt while his arm loosely wrapped around your waist and your legs were entangled with each other.

If there's anyone who is the number one fan of you and Atsumu, it's got to be his own twin.

Hinata Shoyo

Oh no, the moment you realised that you left him at the store, you immediately make a U-turn back to the store to get him.

Hinata was shocked to find you driving off without him and was in so much shock that he literally stares at your car driving away.

He didn't know what to do so he went into the store to wait for you since he only has his phone with him, he can't take a taxi back home too.

He was sure that you would turn back and pick him up when you realised that you left him at the store.

And he was right.

He sees your car driving and to the pick-up stop, where he was waiting for you.

You got out of the car and threw your arms around him, apologising to him profusely.

"It's alright, at least you realise that you forgot about me. Bokuto-san's girlfriend drove all the way back home and realise that she left him at the store." He pats your head affectionately.

You two switch sides and got into the passenger side while he got into the driver seat.

"Ah, shall we get some snacks on the way back home? Wanna get some boba?" Hinata knows that you are still feeling bad and is trying his best to make you feel better.

"Okay...but I want the large size one." You requested with a small voice and fiddle with your fingers.

"Sure, if that's what you want." He smiles at you and turns into the closest boba shop to get you your favourite drink.

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When you two got home, he could still the pout on your face, and he wraps his arms around you and pulls you onto his lap.

"Come on, I already told you it's fine. Why are you still so upset?" He squishes your cheeks together and almost laughed at your expression.

"Let me be~! I can't believe I made such a silly mistake..." You wrapped your arms around his neck and covers your face in the crook of his neck.

Hinata pats your back and lets you hug him. He loves it when you are clingy and pouty to him because you are usually more of a strict (?) and not that affectionate kind of a girlfriend.

That's why he was so happy on the inside seeing you behaving this way. He doesn't mind getting left at the store again.

"Really, I'm fine." He reassures you, but you shook your head.

"But, I'm not. Come on, at least let me do something for you. You have been pampering me." You mumbled against his neck, and he kisses the temple of your head.

"Fine, let's cook dinner together. You never let me into the kitchen when you're cooking." Hinata suggests, and you lifted up your face to look at him in confusion.

"That's it?" He nods his head, and you just agreed to it.

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Now you know why he wants to join you in the kitchen.

His arms were tightly wrapped around your waist, restricting your every movement, and it was hard to move around with your professional volleyball athlete boyfriend stuck onto you.

Hinata was literally having the time of his life by following you around the kitchen and watch you prepare dinner for you two.

"You're wifey material! My wifey!" He kisses your lips and skips off to the living room to not disturb you anymore.

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he continues to throw you the heart signs from the living room.

Sakusa Kiyoomi

This is not the first time you have done this, and it became a monthly thing.

When you forget him at the store, you have to watch the shows he wants that night.

It's torture for you because you two have the opposite taste in shows.

And you were determined not to make the same mistake because, if you watch one of those boring documentaries again, you might as well let him leave you at the store.

Today, you were kind of rushing because your favourite show is premiering its new season and you want to return back home on time.

Sakusa can see the pure panic in your face as you scan the lists and the group; you guys might not make it back on time.

You tap your fingers impatiently on the handle of the trolley, and you were tugging on his shirt to tell him to shop faster.

Do you think he will listen to you? Absolutely not.

He takes his own sweet time to shop, and now he feels bad seeing the pout on your face.

When he tries to talk to you, you ignored him because you were upset.

It may be childish, but you have been waiting for a long for this season, and it was your favourite TV show.

So, when you two were putting the groceries in the trunk, and you drove off when he went to push the trolley back.

He literally watches the Black Range Rover exits the parking lot.

Damn, you are literally mad at him.

Lucky for him, he has his wallet and phone with him.

So he went and got your favourite cakes and tea, and heads back home in a taxi.

You were sitting in front of the TV, with your knees up to your chest and your glasses almost falling off your face.

"Hey, I'm sorry for being such an asshole earlier. I bought some peace offerings." You look away from the TV and eye the bag of food that he was holding.

"Yakisoba?" He nods, and you got up from your spot to sit by the dining table.

He watches you take a bite and sees the smile as you dig into the noodles, then you remember about your boyfriend and offers him a bite.

Sakusa happily accepts it and watches you enjoy the noodles that he bought for you. It was the one thing that never changed since university, that is your love for yakisoba.

"I forgive you a tiny little bit. I'm still angry at you." You tried to muster an angry expression, but you look adorable, like an upset puppy.

He got up from his seat and wrapped his arms around you, his cheeks squished against yours.

"Fine, my pouty baby. What else do you need me to do so you can return back to normal?" He squishes your cheeks together, and you just had to smile at his attempts at making you smile again.

But, then, since he has always been forcing you to watch his shows, it's time for him to watch your shows.

"Watch the drama with me." You requested, and he doesn't want you being pouty the whole day, so he agreed.

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This man did not even last a single episode. The moment his head hits your thighs, he was a goner and fell asleep, and maybe your hand combing through his curls made him really sleepy.

Sakusa loves sleeping on your lap, and when you have your fingers through his hair, he is in absolute heaven.

"Baby, wake up. You missed the whole episode." You shake him up, but he continued softly snoring away. It seems like he was exhausted, and you let him sleep on your lap.

You slowly fall asleep on the sofa as well.

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He was getting cold, so he got up from his spot on your lap. When he sees you sleeping with such a peaceful and calm expression, he gives you a light kiss on your eyelids and nose.

Sakusa carried you back into the room and lays you gently on the bed. He got under the covers with you and pulls you into his chest.

You unconsciously clutch on his shirt and snuggles closer to him. He kisses your forehead and takes another nap with you.

Writing four characters takes quite some time, but I love writing these sorts of headcanon! I hope you guys enjoyed these four scenarios and thank you so much for reading!

Part 2 featuring Meian, Inunaki and Tomas would probably be up in two days? It depends as writing multiple characters takes more time than a single character headcanon.

Stay safe and healthy!

With love,

Rosalie🍓

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weirdos-am-i-right · 3 years ago

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Fuck Traveling// Pete Davidson x reader

Request from @annalayton19

Hi! I’m a new follower and I really like your stuff! Could I request a Pete Davidson x reader (angst to fluff) where Pete is on tour or filming away from home and the reader is left behind. After like 6 months of being apart Pete starts to get tired of the long distance and basically like done with it. And then he realizes his mistake and comes home to make it up to her! I’m sorry if that’s super long! Also if this imagine doesn’t interest you, then no sweat! Thank you so much in advance 💕

A/n: This took so much less time then I thought it would. Anyway, here you go, I really hope you like it!

Warning: angst, swearing, like one cigarettes

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Six months. Six months was an extremely long time to be away from someone you loved.

Y/n sat on the couch, a small pout on her lips. She looked at Pete—her boyfriend of a year—and frowned. “I wish I could go with you.” Pete frowns too, and sits down next to her.

“I know. I wish you were coming with me too. But hey, it’s only a couple of months, all right? I’ll be back before you know it.” He kissed her cheek.

“I just wish my contract would let me. You have no idea how annoying it is to not be able to do things because of freaking Marvel.” She groans, falling on her back with a slight ‘plop’.

“Well, because of freaking Marvel, you are one of the best actresses out there. And I know you’re going to kill it with filming. My tour isn’t even that cool. It’ll broke you to death.” He jokes, leaning back on the arm of the couch.

“Babe, you’re a comedian.”

“Oh right, I forgot.” He grabs her arm, and pulls her up into his chest. “I love you, okay?” He lifts her chin up, and kisses her. “So fucking much. We’ll face time everyday, I’ll call you every evening and wish you goodnight.”

“Okay.” She looked over a the clock, and sighed. “We have to go. Your flight is leaving soon.” He brushes hair behind her ear, bringing her eyes back to him.

“I love you. It’ll be over before you know it.”

“I love you, too.”

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The car ride to the airport was long, and quiet. Pete was driving, he had one hand on the steering wheel, and one hand on Y/n’s leg, rubbing small circles into the center of her thigh.

She knew she was going to miss him so much, but she also knew she was going to be extremely busy with filming, so it wouldn’t be as bad.

Once they were at the gate, they tearfully hugged, and she kissed him. “All right, now get out of here. We’re not doing that rom-com turn back at the last second goodbye.” She laughed at him, tears steaming down her face a bit. He wiped one with his thumb, and kissed her again. “Love you. Now go, so I get to watch you walk away.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” She turns around, and starts walking back to her car. She knew he hated leaving her too, but he was a lot better at hiding emotions then she was, that was one of the only things she learned while dating him.

She got in her car, and put her head on her steering wheel.

She groans, and leans back. Starting her car, she pulled out of the airport, and drove home.

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The first few months were the worst. Y/n hated going to bed alone, the left side of the bed always cold.

She was filming almost every day, and seeing her co-workers and friends always cheered her up, after all she had been working with the same people for quite some time now, so she felt comfortable around them.

The fourth month was slowly becoming easier. She got use to coming home to no one there, and making dinner for herself. She still talked to Pete every day, texting him good morning, and Goodnight, and FaceTiming him a lot during the day.

Though she knew he loved her, she felt as though he was slightly pulling away. The FaceTime calls were short, and he never texted her back right away like he use to.

“And so, we we’re almost done with the shoot, so close I could practically taste the coffee in my trailer waiting for me, and then Kevin calls cut, and he makes us do the whole scene over again! I swear, I was about to strange that man. Ugh, I can’t wait til you come home. Only two more weeks, I can’t believe we made it.” Y/n rants, talking to Pete on the phone.

“Uh huh. Cool.” He wasn’t looking at her, instead his attention was somewhere else. Y/n frowns, tilting her head a bit.

“Pete…are, are you okay?” That seemed to catch his attention, and he finally looked at the screen.

“What? I’m fine.”

“Okay…you just seem so…different lately. I don’t know, maybe it’s just me, but you seem like you don’t have time for me anymore. Or if you do, you don’t like talking to me.” Pete scoffs.

“Of course I don’t have time for you right now. I’m in between shows, I’m driving to one as we speak. I mean, god forbid I get a minute to myself without my agents or you calling me.” Pete snapped.

“Wha-I’m just talking to you. If you didn’t want to, you could have said something.”

“That’s bullshit you would have thrown a fucking hissy fit or something.” He rolls his eyes.

“That’s not true. I understand when people are tired, believe me I would know.”

“Would you?”

“Yes!” She had tears stinging her eyes. “Of course I do, you’re forgetting what I do for a living. I work from 6 am to whenever we finish which most of the time is in the middle of the night. I have to re-do the same scene about ten times because RDJ won’t stop making jokes in the middle of the scene!”

“Oh, sorry, I forgot about your super-star actress life.”

“Why are you being so mean to me? I was only concerned about you.”

“Mean? What are you, five? I can’t-I can’t do this anymore.” She huffs, crossing her arms.

“What do you talking about? Are you breaking up with me?”

“Wh-”

“Because then fine. If you don’t want to be with me, I don’t have to take this shit. I’ll be with someone who, oh, I don’t know is actually here.”

“Oh that’s fucking rich, you know I can’t be there, don’t even do that.” She scoffs.

“I don’t care. You want to act like a petty bitch, I have no problem doing it right back.”

“No, I think you’re just a petty bitch.” She wipes her eye, and he laughs dryly. “Oh of course you’re crying.”

“Shut up. If you don’t want to be with me, fine. Go enjoy your show, Pete.” She hung up the phone, and turned off the ringer. She plugged it into her charger, and went into the bathroom, turning the shower on.

********

Pete rubbed his eyes, and took a drag of his cigarette. He knew he shouldn’t have snapped at her, it wasn’t her fault he was cranky, and needed to take it out on someone.

“I’m a dick.” He mumbles to himself, and bangs his steering wheel.

His phone rang again, and for a good second his heart leaping out of his chest, thinking it was his girlfriend, calling him back. He checked the phone, seeing it was Colson. He answered the call.

“What’s up, man?” Pete asks.

“The shows starting soon. You almost here?” Colson questioned. Pete looked at his google maps, seeing he was supposed to be there in ten minutes.

“I’m a good ten minutes away. I’ll be there.”

“You sound weird. What the fuck did you take without me?” Colson asks, trying to lighten the mood.

“Uh…Y/n and I just broke up. I think.” The line was silent for a few seconds.

“Why the fuck would you do that, you idiot? Are you kidding me?” Colson scoffs. “Man, what the fuck?”

“Shut up, man. I can’t stand talking on the phone with her. I’m busy, she’s busy, she plays a superhero for fuck’s sake. I didn’t even expect it to last this long to be honest.”

“Man, you fucking dumbass. That girl was probably the only good thing you had going for you. Get her the fuck back.I thought you loved her.”

“I did-I do. I do love her. I’m just so stressed right now, and excuse me for not wanting to hear about fucking Kevin Feige being a shitty director.”

“Hey, fuck-shit, you ever think that maybe this is more hard on her? Acting is fucking hard, you should know that, especially for a company like Marvel.

“Man, who’s side are you on?” Pete turns into the parking lot, and grabs his phone.

“You think I’m on your side here? You’re forgetting that we were friends before I met you. I can not believe you just fucked up the best thing in your life. Fix it, man. You’re going home in a week, fucking fix it.” And with that, Colson hung up, and put his phone away.

He kicked a rock across the pavement, and cursed under his breathe.

********

The worst thing about breaking up with someone you live with, who so happens to be long-distance is that their stuff fills the apartment with an existential amount of regret.

Y/n laid on her couch, flipping through the channels of the TV. She had called off work for the next few days, not feeling up to put on a performance for anyone. She knew she would get shit for it later, but she didn’t care.

Her head perked up when there was a knock on the door. She sighed, and got up, going over to the door. She really didn’t feel like company at the moment, and was sure she was going to send away whoever it was.

When she opened the door, her breathe caught in her throat. Pete stood in the doorway, looming over her. He looked like shit. She could tell he hadn’t slept, and probably didn’t eat anything, but she knew he didn’t look much better.

“Why-why didn’t you use your key?” Y/n asks, opening the door a bit for him.

“I uh, didn’t want to barge in on you. You also probably weren’t expecting me.”

“I wasn’t. I thought you didn’t get back until next week.” She says. It took every ounce of her not to jump into his arms, and kiss his face until she was sure she kissed every part of it.

“I took off early. Can we talk? Please. I was a dick. I was such a dick. I’m sorry, I know we grew apart in the last few months, and I promised we wouldn’t but we did, and I’m so sorry for that, baby.” He grabs her hand, and she slightly pulls it back, but let’s him grab it. “Please, forgive me. I love you, so much, okay? So fucking much, you’re the best thing that’s happened to me.”

She felt tears welling up in her eyes, and she looked away from him. “What you said really hurt.”

“I know. And I’ll spend every day trying to make it up to you.” She quickly wrapped her arms around him, pushing her face into his chest. He didn’t hesitate to hug her back, leaning down and kissing the top of her head. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. Fuck traveling.”

“Fuck traveling.”

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shemarmooresfedora · 3 years ago

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Series Summary: After being arrested, Spencer Reid desperately tries to get back home to his daughter, Camellia, who was placed into foster care in your home.

Pairing: Single!Dad!Spencer x Foster!Mom!Reader

Content/Warnings: swearing, mentions of mother abandonment

Word Count: 1.5k

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Chapter 4

“You have a call from an inmate at the Washington D.C. Correctional Facility. To accept these charges, please press 1. To decline-,” you punched in the 1.

“Hey Spencer,” you greeted him.

“How did you know it was me?” he grinned.

“There’s not too many prisoners calling me, believe it or not,” you teased.

“I was calling to see if you could do me a big favor,” he spoke.

“What’s up?”

“My lawyer has told me that JJ told her my mom isn’t doing so well. She’s in a facility for her schizophrenia and Alzheimer’s,” he informed you.

“How can I help?” you asked.

“Could you bring Callie to go see her? I really think a familiar face could do a lot of good for her.”

“Of course, I’m 5 minutes away from her school. We can head right over,” you stated.

“Thank you so so much. Also, she doesn’t know I’m in prison so tell Callie just to tell her I’m away on a case. She’s in a fragile condition so it’s best to just say yes to everything she asks,” Spencer explained.

“Will do. If you are able to stay on the line for a few more minutes, you can say hi to Callie,” you told him.

“I was the last in line so I should be able to. I’ve got 6 minutes left,” Spencer said.

A bit of an awkward silence filled your car.

“So…are there any more injuries I need to attend to before work tomorrow?” you asked.

“No, I’ve got some help,” Spencer spoke vaguely.

“Okay, that’s good, I guess,” you pulled the car to a stop as Callie hopped in the passenger seat, “Your dad is on the phone, Callie.”

“Hi Dad!” she greeted.

“Hey sweetheart. How’s it going?” he asked.

“Really good. At soccer practice today, Coach told me I’m going to be a starter next game,” she beamed.

“That’s amazing! I wish I could be there to see it,” Spencer frowned slightly.

“Which is why I bought a camcorder so I can record the whole game for you to watch later as well as other things you may be sad to miss,” you said.

“Y/N, as much as I appreciate all you do for us, you need to stop spending so much money. I feel bad, I’ll reimburse you as soon as I’m out.”

“Spencer, I’m a doctor who rarely goes out and my closest friend is a cat. I have some money to spare,” you assured him.

“Why are you going left here?” Callie asked as you made a turn that wasn’t on your usual route home.

“Your dad wants you to visit your Grandma,” you replied.

“Callie, she just needs a familiar face so talk to her about your new school, soccer, anything but me going to jail,” Spencer explained, “Okay, I have 30 seconds left. Bye, love you, sweetheart!”

“Bye, Dad! Love you too!”

“Stay safe!” you added.

You walked up to the receptionist's desk with Callie, “Hi, she’s here to see Diana Reid.”

“Hi Callie, long time no see! No Dr. Reid today?” she asked.

“No, he’s away on a case,” you smiled politely.

“Callie, she’s in her room, dear,” the receptionist directed you down the hall.

Once you were outside the door, you stopped, “I’ll wait out here. Remember, your dad is on a long case. You are staying with the LaMontagne’s. And just agree with the stuff she says to not upset her,” you reminded Callie, “I’ll be right out here when you’re done.”

Before you had a chance to sit down in the waiting room, the door swung open.

“Grandma!” Callie exclaimed.

“My dear Callie,” she hugged her.

She looked up at you, “Is this who I think it is?”

You thought back to Spencer’s words.

She’s in a fragile condition so it’s best to just say yes to everything she asks.

“Um yes?” you answered.

“Callie’s mom! Oh my! I haven’t seen you in ages. I forgot what you even looked like, I remembered you differently. Forgive me, dear, could you remind me of your name?” she asked.

You looked to Callie for help but she looked just as confused as you and shrugged. She must not know either.

“Y/N,” you extended your hand for her to shake.

“What a beautiful name,” she smiled, “Come in! Come in!”

“So Callie, how has my favorite granddaughter been?” she asked.

“I’m your only grandchild, Grandma,” Callie playfully rolled her eyes, “I’ve been really well! Y/N-I mean Mom actually got me into a better school and I’ve been keeping busy with soccer and clubs and hanging out with friends.”

“That’s wonderful to hear! Y/N, how are you doing?” she turned to you.

Shit. What the fuck were you supposed to say?

“I’ve been well,” you simply stated with a nervous smile.

“Are you and Spencer dating again?”

I suppose you had to agree to this too.

“Yes, we are,” you nodded.

“Well, I hope you are back for good this time,” she stated.

That seemed kind of back-handed but maybe deserved, you didn’t know Callie’s mom’s backstory. You just continued to nervously smile through the rest of the visit as Callie caught up with her grandma.

“Well that was awkward,” you sighed as you got back into the car after the visit, “I need a milkshake.”

Callie was silent all the way to the drive-thru and as you ordered two large chocolate milkshakes and fries.

Finally, she spoke as you parked the car in the parking lot to eat, “I mean you’re more of a mom to me than my own mom. Dad never really told me much about her. She must have left when I was a baby because I don’t remember her at all.”

“I’m sure your dad has his reasons for not telling you but you must know that her leaving wasn’t your fault at all,” you told her.

“Who would leave a baby and my dad?” she teared up.

“I don’t know, honey,” you pulled her in for a hug, “It was her loss though whoever she is because she didn’t get to see what an amazing girl you have become.”

“Reid, visitor,” the guard called out.

Please let it be Callie and or Y/N, Spencer prayed.

He needed a ray of sunshine in his otherwise completely dark week. He didn’t want it to be the team or his lawyer asking if he remembered anything else because he didn’t. He couldn’t.

He slumped out of bed and let the guard cuff him on the way to the visitor room. His pace quickened when he saw you waiting there for him, just as beautiful as always.

You smiled at first when you saw him but it morphed into a frown when you saw fresh bruises forming.

“Spencer, I thought you said you had help,” you whispered.

“Apparently not all of the time,” he mumbled.

You bit your bottom lip worriedly, “Well, I brought my med kit.”

You got up and started to inspect his face.

“How did the visit with my mom go?” he asked.

“Good, I guess,” you replied.

“You guess?”

“She saw me before I went to the waiting room. I said yes to everything she said but that included her thinking that I was Callie’s mom and that we were dating,” you grimaced.

Spencer sighed, “Oh god.”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know what to do,” you apologized.

“No, no, it’s not your fault. You were just doing what was told. Did Callie have questions?”

You nodded.

Spencer ran his hands through his hair, “I knew this day would come but I’m still not prepared. I just avoid thinking about it at all costs.”

“Do you want to talk to me about it and maybe I can help you put the right words together,” you offered.

“Um okay, her name was Austin. I met her on a case. She was a bartender. We were long distance for a bit. She got pregnant early on in the relationship. We decided to try to make it work. She moved in with me in D.C. and had Callie. When Callie was about 4 months old, she got overwhelmed and just left…just like that. I went to the park with Callie and came back to find all of her things gone and a note that just said ‘sorry’. I haven’t heard from her since. We were trying to force a happy ending that wasn’t there,” Spencer finished.

“Well lucky for Callie, she has one amazing dad and that is more than enough,” you reassured him.

“And a pretty kick ass foster mom,” Spencer smiled.

“I try my best,” you grinned.

A/N: i have a smut one-shot (not related to this series) coming out tomorrow and i’m very excited about it

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goldenraeofsun · 3 years ago

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Day 11: Pizza Delivery

Castiel collapses back in bed, his toes curling from the aftermath of his orgasm. In a minute, he will get up and wipe down Dean’s stomach, but right now his legs and arms refuse to cooperate. “That was…” he starts, turning his head to face Dean.

“Fucking awesome,” Dean finishes raising his hand.

Castiel rolls his eyes but obligingly slaps the proffered high-five.

When Dean first approached him in a bar after a long day of lecturing 250 half-asleep freshmen, Castiel would have taken him up on his offer even if Dean didn’t look like a movie star fresh out of a blockbuster Western, slightly affected drawl and all.

Dean maintains that it’s genuine from growing up in Kansas, but Castiel is a linguist specializing in the decline of regional dialects in the United States, so he knows better.

The next morning, Castiel left his number on a scrap of paper and attached it to Dean’s refrigerator. He half-expected Dean to throw it in the trash the minute Castiel was out his door, but, a week later, he received a text from an unknown number, asking if Castiel was free.

They don’t know each other, not really. Dean probably attended the same university Castiel teaches at, judging from the charm hanging from Dean’s keychain and a pair of socks bearing the university crest. Dean mentioned he works in construction and that he has a younger brother, but those are the only concrete facts Castiel knows for sure.

Dean wouldn’t even be in his apartment, but Castiel’s roommate took off in the morning for a day of grading essays in the main library, and Dean’s upstairs neighbor made some sort of eye-watering chili for lunch that practically smoked him out. As Castiel had zero desire to have sex with Dean on some secluded park bench or, God forbid, his office at the university, he brought Dean back to his place for the first time.

“Do you want pizza?” Dean asks.

Castiel exhales a slow breath. Pizza would be nice. He skipped his last meal to wrap up the last of his weekly quizzes. “Sure,” he tells Dean.

“There’s this great place near here where I meet my brother all the time, Paulie’s. D’you know it?”

“My roommate and I order from them frequently,” Castiel says, smiling. “Go ahead. Would you want pepperoni?”

Dean grins. “I’ll do you one better. Meat lover’s?”

Castiel chuckles as he reaches for the box of tissues on his nightstand and cleans up the mess he left on Dean’s stomach. “Can you believe I forgot that was an option? My roommate is practically vegetarian, so I haven’t had it in months.”

“A fucking tragedy,” Dean declares as he dials Paulie’s number and places their order. He sets his phone down, smirking over at Castiel. “Turns out I can take more meat after all.”

Castiel’s mouth falls open, a horrified snicker escaping him despite his best efforts. “That was terrible.”

Dean throws his head back and laughs.

Castiel just watches him, revelling in the sight and sound of Dean in his bed - in a wholly different manner than he was doing twenty minutes ago.

“You okay?” Dean asks.

“Just admiring you,” Castiel says honestly.

A vibrant flush crawls up Dean’s neck, over his cheeks. “Shut up.”

“You are very handsome,” Castiel defends.

Dean throws him an incredulous look. “Dude, I just made the lamest joke ever about meat.”

“I still laughed.”

Dean ducks his head. “Yeah, you did,” he mutters. He glances around, clearly trying to change the subject. “So this is your place.”

Castiel scans his room, trying to see it through Dean’s eyes. Castiel doesn’t possess any sort of desire for interior design, so his walls are devoid of art. It’s part of why he works so well with his roommate - they both aren’t prone to “nesting”, as Sam calls it. They decorated their apartment based on necessity, not aesthetics.

A few framed family photos sit on top of his wardrobe and a packed bookshelf sits between the two windows that face out onto the street. Overall, it’s not much. Rather bland, actually, compared to Dean’s.

It was the first thing Castiel noticed when he woke up that morning in Dean’s bed: a dozen framed movie posters covering his walls. Everything from Tombstone, to Ghostbusters, to Blade Runner, to Dirty Dancing, to Hell Hazers.

On a series of shelves next to his closet, Dean arranged a few dozen action figures in various combat or damsel in distress poses.

Castiel stares out at his own boring white walls. “I apologize for the lack of posters.”

Dean snorts. “Not everyone wants their bedroom to channel their inner 15-year-old kid. Your place looks like an actual adult lives here.”

“It’s very plain compared to yours.”

Most things about Castiel are plain compared to Dean, who swaggers into bars wearing a leather jacket and surprises everyone by hitting on men and women. Dean, who drops all sorts of culture references that Castiel can never hope to understand fully. Dean, who makes him laugh even when he has no idea what Dean is talking about.

Castiel has thought about asking Dean for more. Maybe a meal before they fall into bed together. If he was feeling especially daring, dinner and a movie.

But each time he opens his mouth, he sees Dean in that bar, chatting up a pretty, leggy blonde before striking out.

That night, the rejection slid off Dean like water off a duck’s back, and he moved onto Castiel. If Castiel had said no, Dean would have found the next person in line, and maybe they would be here instead, talking about the posters over Dean’s bed. And when Dean loses interest in Castiel, hopefully the next person will ask about his posters. He really seems to love them.

Dean shrugs, looking discomfited for the first time. “I grew up on the road,” he says in an undertone, “so I always wanted some place where I could put up as many posters as I wanted and, I dunno, collect stupid shit that just takes up space.”

Castiel turns to face him. “I like it,” he says after a beat. “It has character. I don’t have many interests outside my studies, and I’m not going to put up the phonetic alphabet on my walls.” He smiles wryly. “I already see the notation in my nightmares.”

“The phonetic alphabet?” Dean repeats, bemused.

Castiel reaches over to his nightstand and snags his tablet to pull up a recent reading he assigned his students. “It’s a standardized alphabet that academics use to write the sounds of speech.”

Dean squints at the screen before he hands it back. “It’s all Klingon to me, dude.”

Castiel frowns. “I don’t understand that reference.”

Dean rolls his eyes. “Next time you’re over at my place, we’re gonna watch Star Trek.” As soon as the words leave his mouth, he blushes furiously and averts his gaze.

Stunned, Castiel manages to say sincerely, “I’d like that.”

Dean’s head snaps up. “You would?”

“Indeed.”

“Oh,” Dean says, blinking a few times in shock, “awesome. That’s awesome.”

Castiel smiles, and Dean grins back.

“Thank god,” Dean says, slinging an arm over Castiel’s chest as he buries his face in the crook of his neck. “I can finally tell my brother to fuck off.”

“Did he want to watch Star Trek with you instead?” Castiel asks, amused.

“Worse - he’s been trying to set me up with his roommate,” Dean grumbles, his words slightly muffled. “He’s got some weird idea that we’d be perfect for each other.”

Ice freezes Castiel’s veins. “And you don’t think so?” he asks tentatively.

He feels more than sees Dean shrug. “He’s this super smart professor or something. What the fuck would we talk about?”

“I’m a professor.”

“But you’re hot.”

Castiel snorts as he raises a hand to gently rake his fingers through Dean’s hair. Dean shivers against him, letting out a pleased hum, and relaxes.

“And you don’t seem to care that I didn’t give it the ol’ college try.”

“You didn’t go to college?”

Dean raises his head to stare at him, his face guarded. “Uh, no. Just got my GED.”

“Then why the KU keychain?” Castiel can’t help but ask. “The socks?”

Dean huffs a dry laugh. “All from my brother. He’s a grad student now, but he did his undergrad there too.”

Castiel nods and motions for Dean to settle back down. Fingers back in Dean’s hair, he says quietly, “I went to college because everyone expected me to. Sometimes I wish I was brave enough not to.”

“But you’re a goddamn professor. Shouldn’t you be telling me college opens all these doors and all that bullshit?”

Castiel shrugs. “It depends on if you want to walk through those doors in the first place.” He inhales a sharp breath. “When I was younger, I really wanted to be a beekeeper.”

Dean doesn’t laugh, but he lets out a suspiciously choked-off noise.

“I looked into it. I didn’t need a degree to become an apiarist,” Castiel continues. “But there was so much pressure from my family - I still didn’t go into business, medicine, or law, but academia was just reputable enough to maintain my seat at the dinner table.”

Dean whistles. “Thank god my folks never cared about-”

The doorbell rings.

Castiel grimaces. “I’ll get it,” he volunteers, extricating himself from underneath Dean’s hold.

“No, wait, I ordered,” Dean protests as he stumbles out of bed and glances around for his clothes. “I should get it.”

Castiel waves his protests away. As he slides on a pair of boxers that may or may not be Dean’s, he says, “You’ll be providing the food while we watch Star Trek, yes?”

Dean beams over at him. “Hell, yes.”

“Then I'll pay this time.” Castiel roots around in his pants for his wallet but doesn’t bother putting them on as he makes his way to the front door. If he knows Dean at all, he’ll probably be up for round two after eating something.

He opens the door.

“I just realized I forgot my - ” Sam breaks off, slapping his hands over his eyes. “Sorry! I didn’t see anything.”

“It’s fine,” Castiel says wryly, not the least embarrassed by his state of undress. His old prep school tended to spit out boys who had no shame at all when it came to nudity or boys who had a panic attack if they had to take off their clothes. Castiel came out of that crucible decidedly on the former end of the spectrum.

Sam peeks through his fingers. “Okay, but still, my bad -” His eyes widen. “Are those Scooby Doo boxers?”

Castiel glances down curiously. “It seems so.”

“Oh my god,” Sam hisses, lowering his voice to barely a stage-whisper, “Do you have a guy over?”

Castiel glances back at his mostly-closed door before turning back around. “Yes?” He glowers at Sam. “You said you would be occupied all day!”

“Goddammit,” Sam swears, nose wrinkling and mouth turning down in a frown. “I was waiting for the right time, but I guess it’s too late to introduce you to my brother…” he drifts off, his eyes going wide as his gaze catches over Castiel’s shoulder, “… who’s already here.”

“Cas,” Dean calls exasperatedly from behind him, “This isn’t a porno, you don’t have to chat up the pizza guy-” He stops dead in his tracks, staring at Sam. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Me?” Sam demands incredulously. “I live here! What the hell are you doing -” His gaze shifts back to Cas as he pales. “Oh my god, did you sleep together?”

“You’re Cas’s roommate?”

Sam’s eyes nearly bug out of his head. “You had sex with Castiel?”

Castiel glances between Sam and Dean and back again, hopelessly confused.

Dean waggles his eyebrows. “A few times, bitch. Now, where’s my pizza?”

“How the hell should I know?”

Castiel raises his voice. “You’re Dean’s brother?”

“Yeah,” Sam says as he throws an inscrutable look at Dean. “I’ve been meaning to bring him around since I moved in, but you know how it is in the beginning of the semester.” He walks around Castiel and ducks into his room.

“Well, at least you already met the family,” Dean says in an undertone as he sidles closer.

“You were planning on introducing me to your family?” Castiel asks, surprised and inordinately pleased.

Dean scowls as he catches his mistake. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Casanova. First Star Trek. Then Swayze. Maybe Hobbits. Then family introductions since you apparently already know Sammy, and he’s the worst out of all of ’em.”

Sam pokes his head out of his room. “Did I hear Hobbits? Are you guys watching Lord of the Rings?”

“Not with you,” Dean shoots back automatically.

“And you said something about pizza earlier,” Sam says brightly.

“The worst,” Dean repeats, glaring fiercely.

Castiel tilts his head, studying both brothers thoughtfully. “I wouldn’t mind watching the Lord of the Rings and eating pizza with Sam.”

Dean throws his hands in the air. “Fine,” he says, “but he’s taking from your pizza share, not mine.”

“You did get veggie, right?” Sam asks hopefully.

Castiel shakes his head, and Dean just laughs.

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fruitcoops · 3 years ago

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Night Changes

This isn't based on an ask, but I've had some early-Cap ideas brewing and think about the first time the team heard him laugh a lot. His and James' friendship is so sweet in SW--the beginning of it must have been such a shock to them both. SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

So maybe James had bitten off more than he could chew. It wasn’t the first time, to be sure, but coaxing (read: drag kicking and screaming) his new teammate out of the carefully-constructed mosaic of scowls that made up his entire personality was proving to be a little more challenging than he previously expected. With most rookies, all it took was some elbow grease and overenthusiastic inclusion in group events to get them to open up—with his brand-new soon-to-be best friend, he had to handle things a little more delicately.

Sirius Black was a puzzle wrapped up in one of those freaky code-breaking machines from World War Two Lily liked to talk about. He was one of the best hockey players James had ever seen, but off the ice he seemed to shut down. The intense focus on his face smoothed out into almost perfect neutrality, and in the four months since he joined the Lions, he had never once smiled for real in front of the team. He sat in his stall and padded up in silence, then went out and kicked ass before following Pascal home like a living shadow.

Naturally, James took it as a personal mission to pry Sirius Black’s closed-off persona open like a stubborn oyster. He tried including Sirius in group events—the rookie went along with a quiet “yeah, sure”, but sat at the table and nursed a single drink for the entire night. He tried getting into friendly banter with him on the ice, but it was like Sirius had never joked with anyone in his life. Hell, he even tried finding him a girlfriend, which tanked harder than the goddamn Titanic.

“Rookie!” James shouted down the hallway.

Sirius jumped and turned around, obviously confused. “Me?”

“Yes, you,” James laughed, jogging over to toss an arm over his shoulders. “What’s up?”

“Not much.”

He waited for Sirius to continue, then rolled his eyes and gave him a friendly shake. “C’mon, man, how was your weekend? Has Dumo coerced you into being a stay-at-home babysitter yet?”

Sirius’ frown deepened. “What? I come with him to practice every day.”

Change tactics, change tactics— “Got any plans for Friday?”

James knew the answer, of course; it was always no or not yet or a simple shake of the head. If he was a less observant man, he would have assumed Sirius didn’t actually want to hang out with the team. But the longing looks toward their easy rhythm and the way he always tilted himself toward locker room conversations told a different story. “None yet,” Sirius said with a shrug.

James gave him a friendly slap on the back. “Good, ‘cause I’m having a party at my place and you’re not allowed to miss it.”

“Why not?”

“Because I want you to be there, duh.” The bewilderment didn’t fade from Sirius’ face, but beneath it—well, maybe James was just seeing things, but he looked almost hopeful. He ruffled Sirius’ hair and headed for the locker room. “Friday at five, rookie! I’ll be waiting!”

The week passed in a slog of practices and cold weather. Sirius clammed up more and more as the party drew closer, but James didn’t miss the way his eyes flickered between the rest of them like he was analyzing a play. He would make one hell of a captain someday, if he could just relax a little.

“Hey, rookie, want a ride?” he asked when the big day finally arrived.

“Don’t you want to go home and set up first?” Sirius’ brow furrowed. For an eighteen-year-old kid, he was awfully thoughtful. James couldn’t wait to see him let loose a little. “I wouldn’t want to get in your way.”

“It’s a yes or no question,” he teased, poking the bit of exposed shoulder through the widening hole in Sirius’ under armor.

“I…” He faltered, then the corner of his mouth twitched up. It was the closest thing James had seen to a smile from him yet. One point for Potter. “Sure, Pots. Thanks.”

“No problem. Meet me at my car in five or so, yeah?”

“D’accord.”

“Oho, fancy French,” James laughed, turning back to unlace his skates.

It wasn’t until thirty seconds after Sirius left the room that he remembered he never told the rookie what his car looked like. Horrible, terrible visions of the poor guy wandering around the parking lot—or, god forbid, thinking James had left without him—flashed through his mind. It would undo everything he had been working so hard to build.

“Shit,” he hissed under his breath as he shoved his gear into his duffel with reckless abandon and hurried out of the locker room. His legs would be stiff from trying to run so soon after a grueling drill practice, but it was worth it to save his friend. “Rookie? Hey, Sirius, you still here?”

There was no response. James cursed again and made a beeline for the door to the parking lot. Please, God, don’t let him get lost. I need him to trust me.

“Oh, thank fuck,” he panted as he burst out onto the half-frozen concrete.

Sirius looked up from his phone with a strange expression. “Are you okay?”

“Thought I lost you for a sec.”

“You said to meet at your car, yes?” He glanced between James and the car in sudden worry.

“Yeah, yes, absolutely, I just—” He made an aborted gesture and dug his keys out of his pocket. “I realized I forgot to tell you which one is mine.”

Sirius blinked at him. “I know what your car looks like.”

“How?”

“Because you drive it here every single day and you gave me a ride three weeks ago.”

‘Dumbass’ went unsaid, but James could feel it hanging in the air. He coughed lightly. “Right. Anyway, you can toss your bag wherever and hop in the passenger seat. My place isn’t far from here.”

Sirius took his duffel as he unlocked the car and settled both in the trunk with more care than James’ poor, battered bag had ever seen in its life. That was another thing that confused him about Sirius Black—he was so careful. He walked quietly for someone so tall, and each movement seemed pre-planned.

Each movement, that is, until he tried to get in the car. “Uh, Pots?”

“That’s m—oh.” James covered his mouth to stifle his laughter as Sirius tried to fold himself into the passenger seat and failed miserably. “I’m sorry, my girlfriend was sitting there last. Uh, there’s a lever on your right—yeah, there, just give it a pull and—”

With a harsh ka-chunk, the seat slid all the way back. Both men froze. It took everything in James’ power not to burst out laughing at the deer-in-headlights shock on Sirius’ face.

“Yep, that one,” he managed. “Nice job.”

They drove in relative quiet—James chattered on about weekend plans and hummed to the radio while Sirius watched out the window with the occasional monosyllable response. It took James a bit by surprise how comfortable he was, even without a steady stream of banter. Sirius might have been stubborn and silent and determined to foil all James’ plans at getting him to socialize, but he was calming to be near, like an anchor on unsteady water. Despite his overall quiet air, he was obviously paying attention to every word that left James’ mouth.

“You’re a good guy, y’know that?” he said as they turned onto his street. Sirius glanced over in surprise. “Most people tune me out within, like, five minutes.”

“I’m a good listener.”

James opened his mouth to respond, then paused. “Was that—Sirius Black, was that a joke?”

Something akin to mischief—mischief!—crossed his face. “Maybe.”

“Were you roasting me?” James gaped at him. “Oh my god. The guys are never gonna believe this.”

“Probably not.”

“You sick bastard. They won’t believe me.”

“You can give it a shot,” Sirius said with a shrug as the engine turned off. Pieces began to connect in James’ head as he stared, incredulous, at the rookie he thought would never even crack a smile. Four months of work had not been wasted, as he had feared; every joke, every one-sided conversation, and every attempt to get Sirius involved had been seen and heard and taken to heart. When he thought about it, he wasn’t sure he had ever seen Sirius actively agree to something unless James asked personally.

“We’re friends,” he said aloud, too surprised and too happy to hold it in. Not friends in the way James was with the rest of their loud, over-the-top teammates, but friends all the same.

“Well, yeah,” Sirius said as if it was obvious.

James unbuckled his seatbelt and socked him lightly on the shoulder, barely suppressing a shriek of excitement. “Love you, man. Grab your shit, we’ve got a party to set up.”

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As much as it pained James to say it, having someone around who was six-foot-three was a huge help. There was no blow to his pride as he dragged Lily’s stepstool out; no grudging acceptance that he simply couldn’t reach those last two inches on the wall. Instead, he could foist any and all responsibility on his brand-new best friend in the whole wide world and focus on the things that mattered, like putting anything breakable or important far away from the grubby hands of his inebriated teammates.

His success was still ringing in his ears when the guests finally arrived—throughout the evening, James rode the high of accomplishing his mission to pull Sirius Black into his tight-knit circle. Every minute of those four months was worth it.

Midnight came and went, and by one-thirty in the morning James’ cramped living room was packed with tipsy hockey players in a vague imitation of a circle. “Non, non, I’ve gotta good one,” Dumo said, hiccupping. The room fell quiet as he leaned forward. “What do you call a body of water with a chicken in it?”

“What?” Kasey whispered, starry-eyed like a kid at Christmas.

“A swimming pool.”

The room stayed quiet, and then someone started to laugh. Slowly, they all turned to the source of the noise, and James felt a ripple of shock roll through the team as Sirius snorted. “It’s a swimming pool,” he said around a smile, his accent thick from three drinks. He had a nice laugh; James could get used to hearing it. “Like—poule, like chicken?”

His whole face was alight with happiness. James wasn’t sure whether to cry or cheer. That’s what I’ve been waiting for, he thought. That look, right there. Sirius fit in among the group like a missing piece of their puzzle, snickering away as if he hadn’t been stoically silent a day in his life. His laugh was downright bubbly.

“I don’t think they get it,” Dumo said into the rim of his cup.

Sirius shook his head, trying to catch his breath. “D’accord, so—so ‘chicken’ in French is poule, yeah? So a chicken in a body of water is a swimming poule. Do you get it now?”

A few oh’s of understanding washed over them, but several people continued to stare. “Too drink for this,” Sergei grumbled, though James could see the smile pulling at his mouth as Sirius turned to him with bright eyes.

“But it’s funny!” Sirius protested, so earnest it made James’ heart hurt.

“I think it’s funny, rookie,” he assured him with a clumsy pat on the arm. “And it’s my house, so I say Dumo gets a point this round.”

Kasey hiccupped. “Hey, anyone who makes the rookie laugh gets points in my book. No offense, dude.”

“None taken,” Sirius said, though his cheeks were pink.

James nudged him with his shoulder as Talker started a knock-knock joke. “It’s okay,” he said under his breath.

Sirius picked at the label on his cup. “I know I haven’t been very social,” he muttered.

“It’s okay,” James insisted. “It always takes rookies a while to warm up, so we’re just glad you’re happy. I’m glad my best friend is having a good time at my party.”

A heavy silence fell between them as Sirius looked over, eyebrows raised. “Best friend?”

“What, like you didn’t see this coming?” James slung an arm over his shoulder. “Yes, you French-Canadian nerd, you’re my best friend. And that means I’m your best friend, and there’s no take-backsies.”

“What the hell is a take-backsie?” Sirius laughed. “Did you make that up?”

James grinned. He had the feeling this was the beginning of an excellent friendship.

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“Mr. Coffee-Shop-Hotshot”

Pairing: Hikaru Hitachiin x f!reader Genre: fluff, angst, smut Warnings: jealous and possessive Hikaru, unprotected sex (wrap it up), a dash of degradation, choking, and I think that’s it lmao Summary: You’ve been dating Hikaru since high school but that doesn’t stop him from getting jealous of your coworker at the coffee shop Word Count: 4.1k words A/N: characters are aged up!! Prompt #72 from my 1k Followers Event: “You’re Mine.”

You and Hikaru have been sweethearts since high school. The thing is, when you two first started dating, no one thought it was going to last, seeing as how you two were literally enemies until Hikaru kissed you to shut you up. After that kiss, you two avoided each other until Kaoru tried talking to you while pretending to be Hikaru. You weren’t blind though. You could tell it was Kaoru instead of his twin. You played along until the end though, only revealing you knew it was really him until he got his point across. His point was “I’m sorry for treating you so poorly. I’m just not very good with feelings and I didn’t know how to face you after the kiss without arguing with you.” You figured that Kaoru wouldn’t say something like that unless Hikaru felt that way himself. So, you grew a pair and talked to Hikaru after he was done with the Host Club.

“It appears I’m going to be the man in this relationship.” was the first thing you said to him, to which he scoffed at because A. if anyone is going to be the man, it’s him and B. who says you two are in a relationship?

You just kissed him and that easily proved your point. From then on, you two started dating, to everyone’s surprise. Just because you two were dating though doesn’t mean you two stopped fighting. While everyone else has their honeymoon phase, you two went right to the old married couple stage. They weren’t ever serious fights though. One time you two argued about who had better eyes. Hikaru couldn’t admit to you that it was definitely you and you couldn’t admit to him that it was actually him, so you both claimed that it was yourselves.

After that phase ended though, you two went into the honeymoon phase, which just confused everyone, including you and Hikaru. Suddenly, him leaving his used cup on your bedside table didn’t bother you anymore. You’ll just bring it down with you when you go downstairs. Hikaru realized that he didn’t mind you having your clothes thrown out in every other direction in his room anymore. His maid will just clean it up anyway. No harm done.

The honeymoon ‘phase’ was more annoying to everyone than the old married couple phase. Now, instead of you two arguing who wants the last piece of candy, you two are ‘arguing’ about who gets to kiss who last. It makes everyone gag. Honey senpai seems to think it’s really sweet though.

That was four years ago and now, you two are just as bad now as you were back then. Everyone, luckily and unluckily, decided to go to the same university. It is way out of your price range but that wasn’t going to stop your boyfriend of four years from getting you to go there. “I’ll pay off all your bills, babe. Don’t worry,” he’ll always reassure you despite your worries and nagging. You refuse to let him pay for it all though, so you got a job.

It was actually pretty easy to nail the job, seeing as how it’s at the coffee shop where you and the gang always went for energy boosters and to study. You were already friends with the manager from going in there so much, so when you asked if they were hiring, they practically hired you on the spot.

Hikaru didn’t like you having a job though.

“Why do you even work here? I can pay for everything, babe. You don’t have to worry about it. So why don’t you just quit? I miss hanging out with you,” he complains every time you leave for work, when he shows up to your work, and when you come back to your shared apartment. His argument, in your royal opinion, is stupid. If anything, you see him too much as it is. I mean, you already live with the guy and have half of your classes with him. What more does he want from you?

It took him a month to finally accept the fact that yes, you will pay for things yourself, and no, you are not quitting just because he wants you to. Once he realizes that you can secretly give him free coffee though, not that price ever mattered to him, he was happy. “Okay, but I also want a free muffin,” he finally agreed.

It was like that for maybe half a year before new problems started to arise. Your boss hired a new guy who you don’t even know the name of yet but, oh, Hikaru hates him already. “I don’t like him. He smells like too much Axe body spray and he has a weird, purple piercing in his eyebrow. And! And, he has a tattoo. A tattoo! Who does he think he is,” Hikaru complains to you while you try to do homework. He had gotten your schedule mixed up and when he went to go see you on your day off, he ran into the new guy. You weren’t surprised that he could tell he’s new since Hikaru is practically there as much as you are. He knows everyone and, of course, everyone loves him.

Not this guy though, apparently.

“When he gave me my coffee, it tasted off! Then, I realized, he didn’t add sugar! I didn’t say anything about sugar!” he continues to rant, making you sigh and set your pencil down. You turn to face him now, placing your hand over his and soothingly rubbing your thumb over his smooth skin.

“Baby, I’m sure it was an accident. He’s new, remember? I’m sure he just forgot to add it,” you reassure, giving his cheek a kiss once he takes a deep breath and lets it all go in one breath.

“Fine. I guess you’re right. But if he messes up again, I won’t hesitate to say something next time!” You giggle at this and nod your head, giving him a proper kiss this time to relax him even more.

“Okay, baby. You do that,” you tease before going back to your homework. This, of course, was just not okay.

“Babe, we’ve been studying for hours. Let’s take a break,” he coos, moving closer to you and starting to place kisses along your neck. You try to ignore him and focus but your boyfriend knows you too well. Knows your body too well.

“You mean I’ve been studying for hours. You’ve just been talking and playing on your phone,” you tease, a gasp ripping from you when he sucks and nibbles on your sweet spot. You feel him smirk against your skin, his hands coming to squeeze your thighs.

“Fair point. Makeout with me a little and then, and only then, will I study,” he bargains, making you roll your eyes.

“Fat chance,” you decline him as you playfully push him away, making him whine loudly.

“But baby—”

“No. Study and then, and only then, will I makeout with you,” you bargain right back, a smirk of your own coming to your face.

“You’re wicked,” he says with a dramatic gasp and a hand across his heart. When you don’t reply or even react, he groans before finally picking up his pencil. “Fine! You better take your shirt off too then,” he snaps before focusing on his work. Most of your study sessions go like this.

The next day at work, the new guy, Ritsu, came in in the middle of your shift. Your boss introduced the two of you once he put his stuff away in his locker, the guy seeming nervous for his next shift today. You smile at him and shake his hand, reassuring him that you’ll help him out today. He seems to relax at this, thanking you before starting to get to work. Whenever he had a question or messed up, you were right there to help him. The day, overall, went pretty smoothly you think.

At the end of your shifts, he grabs his things from his locker before walking to the front with you. “Do you need a ride home?” he asks as he walks over to his motorcycle. You smile at him but shake your head, taking your phone out of your pocket to check your messages.

“No, that’s okay. My boyfriend is picking me up and taking me out to dinner. Thank you though!” you reply with a sweet smile, Ritsu flashing you a smile back as he climbs onto his motorcycle.

“Okay, good. I didn’t want you walking home alone at night. I heard there was a robbery a couple of roads away from here,” he explains as he pulls his helmet on.

“Oh yeah. It was at the corner gas station. That’s so sweet of you to think of me though. I’ll be sure to let you know if I ever need a ride!” you thank once more. He nods as he turns the vehicle on, bidding you farewell with a salute before pulling out of the parking lot and onto the road.

You check the time and see that you have a few minutes until your boyfriend gets there. Luckily, he seemed to have left early because, within the next minute, he’s stopping right in front of you. “Well, hello there, good lookin’. Do you need a ride?” he playfully flirts. You hum and pretend to think about it as you walk over to his window.

“Well, I don’t know. Are you going to show me a good time?” you playfully flirt right back. He hums as he happily lets his eyes trail over your body despite your hideous work clothes. He didn’t seem to mind them though.

“Oh, you have no idea, baby. Don’t tell my girlfriend though.” You scoff as you burst into a fit of giggles, lightly hitting his arm before going to the passenger side.

“Well, that depends. Am I prettier than her?” you reply, batting your eyelashes at him as you slide into the car and pull your seatbelt over your body. He hums and nods his head, putting the car in reverse as he replies.

“Oh, most definitely. She’s like a fat cow,” he jokes, making you scoff and hit him again.

“I don’t think your girlfriend would appreciate you saying such things about her. What if I decide to tell her what you said about her?” you argue, crossing your arms over your chest as if you’re mad at him. You know for a fact that he’d never cheat on you. You always tease him that he’s too obsessed with you. ‘I love you! I’m not obsessed with you! There’s a difference!’ he’d always argue to your joking jab.

Before he can leave the parking spot, he stops the car to look at you with this new glint in his eyes. “What if I eat you out so good that you can’t even remember your own name, let alone mine?” he whispers right into your ear, his tongue licking around the shell of your ear. You let out a shaky breath, not expecting his sudden change in this little game you two were playing.

“I doubt you’re any good,” you sass, it lacking the power that you want it to have. He pulls away from the side of your head to make eye contact with you again, his eyes shining with a newfound lust.

“Well, I’ve only ever been with my girlfriend, so it’s possible. You should hear the way she screams my name though. She’ll cum three times from my mouth and fingers alone before I even give what she really wants inside of her,” he says lowly, your eyes moving to watch his lips as he talks. You press your legs together, already starting to feel arousal bubbling low in your gut.

“Is she any good in bed?” you decide to ask, bringing the attention off of him. You wait for him to say something along the lines of ‘no, she’s horrible’ but it seems he decides to stop playing your little game all of a sudden.

“She’s better than good. She sucks me off like I’m a popsicle and she just got out of the desert. She’s always so desperate to unravel me but I never do only because I know it works her up even more. She then starts acting like a brat, trying to get her way. We both know that’s just her way of annoying me to the point that I punish her. Mmhm, her screams sound so good when her face is shoved into our mattress,” he replies, his voice dropping an octave or two. You gulp at this, feeling your panties dampen with your slick.

“No wonder she’s your girlfriend,” you whisper, your throat suddenly too dry for your liking. He only hums before continuing with his driving, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it once you two get on the road.

“What do you want to eat? I’m kind of in the mood for Mexican,” he says to you as if he didn’t just make you so horny that the only thing you can think about is having him inside of your mouth instead of food.

“That sounds fine,” you say softly, trying to think of anything but that. He smirks at the way you sound, which is slightly wrecked, and starts to head in the direction of a Mexican restaurant that you two like. That night ended, of course, with him deep inside of you and grunting out all sorts of deliciously dark things into your ear.

Things continued on like normal for a while. You went to work but didn’t get to work with Ritsu again for a week, so Hikaru never ran into him again. The day you did work with him though, he seemed to be struggling more than usual. So, when there was a break in customers, you decide to ask him what was up.

“Sorry. I got into this fight with my girlfriend, Mei, this morning,” he explains, a frown hanging heavy on his face. You nod your head, only too familiar with that feeling. You and Hikaru don’t have serious fights a lot but you, obviously, have them just like every other couple.

“It’s okay. I understand. Do you want to talk about it? Maybe I can give you my opinion or some advice?” you offer, wanting to help him feel better. He thinks about your offer for a moment before sighing and giving in, starting to tell you everything that had happened that morning. You two occasionally pause to help a customer but always end up focusing back on his situation. As a woman yourself, you look at his story from her point of view and figure out what might be the cause of her frustrations.

“Okay,” you say once he finishes his story, “I think I see what the problem is.” You then tell him what you think and what he should do to mend their relationship. After hearing your advice, he realized what he did wrong and gets so excited that he hugs you.

“Thank you so much! It all makes sense now! No wonder she was so upset! You’re seriously a lifesaver! I owe you one!” He hugs you tightly, making you giggle and return the hug.

“It’s no problem at all,” you reassure. You two pull away when you hear the bell ring, automatic smiles coming to your face to greet your new customer. Your eyes widened when you saw your boyfriend instead though. A very angry and brooding boyfriend at that. “Babe? What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t going to be here for another hour?” you ask confusedly, walking around the counter to give him your usual hug and kiss.

His eyes are on Ritsu though.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Do you not want me here? Am I interrupting something?” he snaps, his eyes squinting at Ritsu as he says this. Your brows furrow at his words, stopping in front of him and dropping your arms since it’s obvious that he’s not going to give you a hug.

“What? Well, I’m working but—”

“Oh, sorry to bother you then. I’ll let you get right back to it,” he snaps, turning his glare to you before leaving without another word. He doesn’t stop or turn around when you call after him either, making you sigh as a frown comes to your face.

“What’s up with him?” you mumble, trying to think as to why he would be mad. That’s when it hit you. You hugging Ritsu? Did that upset him? But why? You hug guys all of the time. Well, not all of the time. And then again, they’re his friends too or your family. You snap out of your daze when the bell jingles again, signaling a new customer. You sigh and go back behind the counter, smiling and greeting the customer happily. Guess you’ll just have to talk to him about it later then.

When you get off work and you get back home, you find that Hikaru isn’t home. You think back to what he was telling you yesterday, remembering him telling you his plans for today. You check the time on the microwave before looking at your fridge for any notes. He doesn't have any plans right now that you are aware of and he didn’t leave a note telling you where he was going or when he’ll be back. Maybe there was an emergency? That just makes you worry more though.

You let it go with a heavy exhale, trying not to read too much into it. You don’t have to know where he is every second of every day.

You go to your bathroom to take a shower and get the smell of coffee off of you. You end up accidentally using his body wash though, the smell of cinnamon and ginger filling your nostrils. It’s not your favorite but it’s what he’s been using for years. He pulls off the smell really well though.

You step out of the shower and wrap yourself up in a baby blue towel, leaning against the sink to look at your skin in the mirror. After applying some lotion to your body to make you feel extra nice, you leave the bathroom. You stop at the door though when you find Hikaru sitting on the bed, his feet still on the floor and his hands hanging between his knees. Now you’re even more concerned. Normally, he would’ve jumped at the opportunity to take a shower with you but now he won’t even look at you.

“Hikaru,” you call out softly to him, seeming to bring him out of his daze. You walk over to him and come to stand in between his legs, making him sit up straighter. His eyes glaze over your bare collarbones and neck, something spurring to life in his eyes as water droplets cascade down your soft skin.

“You’re mine,” he says suddenly, his eyes snapping to yours. Your eyes widen a bit at this random declaration, your brow raising curiously at him.

“What?” is your brilliant reply to him. You gasp when he stands and switches your positions in a flash, the back of your knees hitting the bed before you fall back onto it. You gape up at him, your hands clinging to the front of your towel.

“You heard me. You’re mine!” he growls, his hands snagging your towel away from you before you can even attempt to stop him. His eyes wander your body, a dark look in his eyes as he takes his sweet time admiring your naked body.

“Hikaru,” you breathe his name, goosebumps crawling over your flesh. He hums in response, one of his knees coming to the bed so he can lean over you, his fingers starting to trace random lines and patterns into your skin.

“That’s right. Say my name, baby,” he coos, his fingers coming to tweak your nipples. You moan his name in response, back arching up into his hands. He watches you with attentive eyes, not daring to look away from your lewd expressions or wet hole for even a second. He loves how quickly you react to his touch, your body always craving his as much as his craves yours. “Who do you belong to?” he asks as he crawls completely over you, staring into your eyes as he lets his hands crawl down your body.

“You,” you whisper breathlessly.

“Who?” he growls, suddenly shoving two of his fingers into your drooling heat.

“You, Hikaru!” you cry, back arching when he slips a third finger in. He hums lowly as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, scraping the pads of his fingers against your g-spot to get you really moaning for him.

“That’s right, baby. You’re all mine, now and forever,” he whispers before pulling his fingers out, making you whimper. He brings his dry hand up to your throat, squeezing it lightly as he stares into your eyes. “Shut up! Dirty whores like you don’t get to cum until I say so,” he hisses, not letting your neck go as he uses his other hand to remove his pants and boxers. “‘M gonna fill you up, remind you that you only belong to me,” he mumbles, his hand frantically trying to pull his member free.

Your brows furrow at this as you bring your hands up to his chest. Before you can question him though, he starts to push into you. You both groan in sync as he slips inside, your eyes rolling back into your head for a moment. You forget about his words for now, your brain only thinking about the way he feels inside of you.

He just barely bottoms out before he’s already pulling back to thrust back in, starting a frantic pace. You moan his name loudly, your nails lightly scratching his chest, causing him to hiss. He keeps up the frenzied pace, your breasts bouncing with each thrust.

You both cum almost at the same time, Hikaru finally giving you permission to cum after denying you your orgasm over and over again. He keeps true to his word, pushing deep inside of you and coating your walls white. He stays inside of you for a while, his chest heaving as he tries to get air back. He slowly releases your throat, and instead brushes his fingers against your cheek.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, his eyes shining with regret. You’re confused for a moment, thinking that that’s some of the best sex you’ve ever had. Then you remember his words from before, how he kept saying you’re his and that no one is going to take you from him.

“What’s going on, my love?” you whisper, still a little breathless. He looks away from you, starting to worry his lip between his teeth.

“Don’t leave me for him,” he whispers, and if you weren’t just a couple of inches away from him, you wouldn’t have heard it. He pulls out of you then and moves to lay beside you, putting his back to you.

“What? Hey. Hey, look at me,” you say worriedly, pushing yourself up onto your elbow as you use your free hand to gently trace random shapes into his back. It takes him a minute but he eventually turns onto his back, staring at the ceiling instead of you. “What’s all this ‘leaving me’ talk about? We’ve been dating for years, Hikaru. Why would I want to leave you for someone else?” you ask with furrowed brows, starting to run your hand through his hair to help soothe him. He leans into your touch, his eyes finally meeting yours. Despite your reassuring words, he looks scared, worried.

“What about Mr. Coffee-Shop-Hotshot? You seemed to like him a lot,” he grumbles, his mouth turning into a scowl just at the thought of the man. You can’t help but smile at how jealous he is, your heart swelling with the amount of love you hold for the man before you.

“You dope, he was asking me for advice about his girlfriend. That hug happened because he was thanking me for basically saving his relationship,” you inform, a smirk on your face as you watch the realization come over his face.

“Oh,” he squeaks out, his face turning sheepish and red. You snort and move to lay your head down on his chest.

“You’re such an idiot. You should know by now that you’re the one for me, idiot and all,” you tease, gently rubbing his chest and abdomen. He huffs and wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly to him.

“Whatever. As if you wouldn’t get upset if I was hugging another girl,” he accuses.

“You act as if another girl would even come near someone as ugly as you,” you tease, obviously joking.

“Hey!”

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I bet my wife is scarier than yours.

Kuroo Testuro

He was always lectured by you to take off his wedding ring when he went to the bathroom, but he was never worried about his ring. It would pass over his head as he washed his hands, urging to himself that the next time he’d do it. But today, his face fallen and pale; it didn’t help that you were already currently angry with him for forgetting to move the wet clothes from the washer to the drier; and now he watched in horror as his wedding ring slipped off his finger and into the drain.

“What are you doing?” Your hands on your hips when you see his hand stuffed into the sink.

Kuroo laughs, “Just thought I’d fix the drain.”

You eyed him before moving your way to the laundry room. Kuroo whips out his phone, emergency texting his friends who gave zero decent input into his situation. He fears that he may have to spend another week sleeping on the couch; or worse, kicked out of his home until he can replace his ring.

But he wasn’t going to let that happen, even if it meant they have to hire a plumber later to fix what he breaks, then so be it; as long as you never find out.

“You lost your ring didn’t you.” Out from under the kitchen sink, Kuroo watches your facial features frown, arms cross, and a deep irritated sigh.

“I swear honey, I’ll get it back. It’s in the stupid drain. Just don’t be mad.” When Kuroo finally manages to unscrew the bottom, he feels triumphant. He shakes the ends a bit and out falls two rings. Kuroo curiously picks up the band that was clearly not his, staring at it until he realizes, it was your ring, “What the? You lost your ring!” Kuroo is using his shirt to clean the diamond, “This cost a fortune and you let it fall through the drain!”

Your hand collides with his head, your lips twitching, “Were you not digging in the drain for yours too?”

Iwaizumi Hajime

Many thought that there was nothing that could scare the man. He was immune to bugs, horror films, even when his friends try to surprise him; it never really works. Nothing scares him; or so they thought. It was one thing for him to bring his kids to work, sure, he’s done it hundreds of times on days when he knew it was going to be slow; but you specifically told him to keep the children off the court. Has he ever listened; no because in his mind, what could go wrong, apparently everything.

“Now what are we going to tell mommy?” Iwaizumi has stopped the car now, parked right in front of their home, he turns to his two children. His beautiful six year old daughter and his two year old son.

The little girl has remnants of ice cream still on her face, “I fell!”

He should have known better than to trust a six year old, the moment she walked through the doors and saw her caring, beautiful, loving mother; she began to bawl uncontrollably. Incoherent crying mixed with child snot, Iwaizumi was praying that you couldn’t understand her and would ultimately just make her stop crying.

“What!” You stood to your feet, “You let her go out onto the court! You know how dangerous that can be with all the guys spiking volleyballs all over the place.” You step forward but he’s using his two year old son as a shield, “Hajime!”

“She was just playing with Atsumu and then she fell!” Your eyes narrow on the male and he concedes immediately, “Okay so Atsumu set the ball, Bokuto spiked it, it landed right in front of her and might of hit her face for a second.” You let out a large gasp, “But I checked! She doesn’t have any major injuries! Right?” Iwaizumi attempts to pat his daughter on the head but she sinks behind her mother’s legs; the ultimate betrayal.

“Hajime.” You take a step forward but he uses his son as a shield again, “Hajime!” The male side steps you, practically skipping to the bedroom with his son, “Don’t even think that you’re sleeping in our bed tonight!”

Bokuto Koutarou

Bless his soul, somehow you’ve thought it would be the most fantastic idea to leave him alone with his one and a half year old daughter. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been alone with her before, but this would officially be the first time that you actually spend a full twenty-four hours away from the house, the baby, and your husband. You had left him a list of instructions on how to feed her, different house chores needing to be done, and even a detailed timetable of your daughter’s day.

“Oh no, please don’t cry. If you cry, then daddy’s going to cry.” Bokuto sits on the living room floor, his daughter sat right in front of him with the worst cry on her face.

It’s two hours until you said you’d be back and Bokuto is just realizing now that he hasn’t done anything you asked. He thought that if he put his daughter to sleep just an hour earlier, perhaps he’d have enough time to finish the chores; what he discovers is that his daughter wouldn’t sleep, instead she continued to bawl in the bed and even when it neared her nap time; Bokuto made the mistake of letting her have a sugary treat, obviously she wouldn’t sleep.

“I’m home?” Your words are drawn out when you step into the living room, your daughter and husband on the floor just on the verge of tears, the living room a mess with toys all over the floor, the laundry sprawled out onto the couch, and for some reason there’s paint on the floors and walls, “Koutarou!”

You pick up your daughter who crawled to your foot, her crying slows down when she’s in your arms and Bokuto sheepishly looks to you, “Welcome home honey!”

“Do you want to explain?” Your hand gestures to the entire house that is a mess, “I gave you a very detailed list Kou!”

He stands, arms encasing you into a hug, “I’m so sorry!” He’s peppering away your angered expression with kisses and you can’t help but to smile. His hands are leading you to the bedroom, “I’ll clean everything up, just rest!”

He wasn’t able to clean everything up, when you emerged from the bedroom with your daughter napping, you saw that somehow the mess got bigger. Your hands on your hips, a scowl on your lips, when he tries to skip to you with puckered lips, you throw a pillow to his face. Maybe he’d be better off sleeping at Akaashi’s place.

Kita Shinsuke

It hadn’t been long since the both of you tied the knot let alone since finding out you were expecting his first child, so there were many changes in his routine. He’s persistent though, if he could do it one day then the next day he could do it too. Ever since you’ve entered the stage of pregnancy where you want to eat everything and anything, Kita finds himself at the grocery store more often than he would routinely like to.

“Yes dear.” Kita listens to you ramble a list of things you would like from the store, he was absolutely tired and wasn’t writing anything down. You had been in a bad mood all day due to your sore lower back and anything Kita has tried hasn’t worked.

“Are you listening? Honey, I really want watermelon, that’s what I want the most. I don’t want the prepackaged ones, I want an entire watermelon.”

He insists he was listening but when faced with the two different type of watermelon, all Kita can remember is you saying prepackaged. So the frown you have on your face when he pulls out a little clear container of watermelon, his memory rushes back to recall that you specifically asked for a fresh watermelon.

“I’ll go back to the store.” He gulps.

“No.” Your words are sharp, the smile on your face sends a chill down his spine, “It’s okay, maybe our son will be happy that his father has given him poor watermelon instead of listening to his loving wife who asked for a fresh watermelon. Shinsuke! You said you were listening!”

He was dejected to sitting outside, pulling at the random grass as he looked over his rice field. He turns when he hears footsteps, you were pouting while looking down at him. If there was anything that he was glad about with your mood swings, it was that your anger left as quickly as it came. He stands, a hand supporting your back to lead you back to the house.

“Why don’t we go to the store together? I’ll buy you everything you want.”

Oikawa Tooru

It was no secret that the two of you were angry with each other, the restaurant was awfully cheery compared to the silent treatment that you were giving Oikawa and the one that he was giving right back at you. So you two settled on just not talking to each other; but the more you stayed silent, the more Oikawa felt uneasy. Because now you were reaching an entirely new type of mad, one where you looked calm and collected but deep down in your eyes, he was screwed.

“I’m sorry.” He finally spits out in the middle of the meal.

“For what?” You inquire, sipping the soup from your spoon slowly without looking at him.

He lowers his head, “I’m sorry I decided to go hang out with the guys instead of coming home to you, my lovely and adorable wife who I adore and love.” He tries sending you a sweet smile, hoping that his sugarcoated words would bring you back to smile for him.

“Not good enough.” Your words stab him in the back. You set the spoon down, opting to finally look at him before lifting your hand. You place a finger down, “I told you to come home early tonight so we could clean the house.” Another finger down, “You lied to me saying you had to practice longer.” Another finger, “You go over to Iwaizumi’s place because he just got the PS5 and you just had to play.” Another, “You forgot to take out the trash this morning which I told you to do before you left.” One more finger, “If you want to play with Iwaizumi so much then go sleep at his place.”

His heart is wounded, still, he tries to be sweet and caring, “You shouldn’t be so stressed honey, it won’t be good for the baby.”

Your glare causes him to retract in his seat, “Oh! So when it’s convenient for you, you’ll use the baby.”

“No that’s not what I meant.”

You begin to spew more words that dagger into his heart, he’s finally concluded that he can’t do anything to cease your anger at him and as he trudges behind you into the shared home, he can already feel the loneliness of the spare bedroom he’ll be sleeping in tonight. As he turns to head straight for the room, you groan.

“Where do you think you’re going?” You stand at the doorframe of the main bedroom. Your voice suddenly changes, “Sleep with me.”

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