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nicka-nell · 6 months ago

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omg ur taking requests!

can you do some angst to fluff with Atsumu, Iwaizumi, Suna, Kuroo, Ushijima, and Sakusa (I’m sorry if they’re too many you can choose whoever you want to write about from these characters, I luv all of them soooo much)

Can you make it like really really Angsty in the start. Like the characters doing something they’ll regret a lot and then they spend a lot of efforts making up for it? Please make it fluffy in the end, I can’t handle sad endings 😭

Also please don’t include anything with infidelity or mentions of it. My boyfriend of 3 years cheated on me last month and I’m having such a hard time.

Thank you for considering my request. And there’s no pressure to accept, I don’t mind at all.

Hi! yes I am taking requests right now. 😇 First of all, I'm so sorry that you had such a negative experience. But tbh, you're better off this way. Nobody needs such an ass cheating on them! 😔😤 My ex did that too, with my ex-best friend btw. I also had a hard time but quickly felt better because I realised that it's a waste of time to cry over such a dick. I hope you don't lose hope in a healthy relationship based on trust. There really are good people out there and I hope you find someone who can appreciate you. Sending you a lot of hugs and kisses. 🤗💚❤️‍🩹

And for your request. I've written three stories for Tsumu, Iwa and Suna. Unfortunately they got a bit tooo long for my taste, so I only made these 3. I hope that's okay. I really had problems making it super angsty (urg, I need more practice for angsty stuff 😵‍💫). As you wished, I didn't include anything with cheating (even though I had a few ideas haha.) and I also added a trigger warning before each story. I think Iwa's and Suna's in particular might be a bit darker... so you can decide on your own if you want to continue reading it or not. Anyway, I hope you still like it, and thanks for your request. Stay healthy! 🥰💚

Regretting their actions

Pairing: Atsumu x, Iwaizumi x, Suna x reader

Warning: angst to fluff, break-up (Atsumu, Suna), mention of abuse/anger issues, mention of blood (Iwaizumi), mention of abortion, mention of drugs/pills (Suna)

Part 1 | Part 2 (End)

tw: mention of break-up

You met Atsumu when he came to his brother’s onigiri store for the housewarming.

The two of you got along well quickly. And it wasn’t long before he kissed you at a party, looked at you with his cheeky grin and said, “Tastes better than a victory.”

More things happened that night. Not just simple kisses and when you woke up next to him in bed, he asked you, still sleepy: “You’re my girlfriend now, aren’t you?”

You’ve been together for several years now and were thinking about moving in together soon when Atsumu’s career suddenly took off. He was traveling abroad more often and had less time for you or looking for an apartment.

And then it happened…

You scroll through the apartment search app for something suitable for the two of you, lying on the bed while missing him terribly. You close the app to go to your messenger, only to realize that you were the one who last texted Atsumu... two days ago… Two blue check marks indicate that he has read your messages but has not replied. Your fingers hover over the keypad of your phone and you think about writing to him. Maybe he read your message during training and didn’t have time to reply. Maybe he just forgot about it afterwards... maybe...

“Hey Tsumu... I know you’re busy but, I hope you’re doing well. Love you.” you type into your phone and send the message with a strange feeling in your stomach. It doesn’t take long before you see under his name that he is online. The gray check marks next to your message turn blue, but instead of replying, you see that he went offline again. You swallow a big lump down your throat, your heart feels heavy. Maybe he can’t answer you right now... you try to convince yourself again.

Several hours pass as you sink your head into your pillow and try to stifle your tears. Atsumu’s sports t-shirt is in your arms, which he had given you before his trip abroad. Time passes and suddenly you hear the ringtone of your phone as a message arrives. Your heart hits loud against your chest as you reach for your phone and see your boyfriend’s name. But your joy quickly disappears, the lump in your throat gets bigger and you can’t breathe.

>> Hey... listen, I think it’s better if we end the relationship… break up. I don’t know, but I just don’t have time for it. I’ll see you around. <<

It feels like a slap in the face. As if this is a poor joke. You want to write to him, ask him what this is all about, but your tears blur your vision. The only thing you send is a “really?” but the message is no longer read. It remains on one gray check mark.

Two days go by and you still think it was all a bad joke, but every time you read his message, you feel like throwing up. Has he really dumped the whole relationship? By a shitty text message? You open your Instagram account and enter his name almost as if on autopilot.

Another slap in the face as your tears run down your cheeks again. His bio no longer says “Best setter and proud boyfriend” but simply “Setter MSBY Black Jackal”. All the pictures he had with you on his account have been deleted. Instead, you can only see advertising photos or private photos of him. The last eight pictures are of him, Hinata and Bokuto dancing and having fun with fans in different bars. Atsumu grins at the camera as if he doesn’t care about you at all. As if your relationship meant nothing to him.

You text him some more times, leave him voicemails because he never answers your calls. But after a few days, you let it go. It only frustrates you even more to see how little this relationship actually meant to him. For days, you cry yourself to sleep, what doesn’t go unnoticed by Osamu. After all, he sees you three times a week when you help him out in his store. When you tell him what has happened, he is also speechless, because Atsumu has really pissed him off with all his raving about you. So why would he break-up with you out of the blue? Osamu can’t see you as devastated as a heap of misery. So he also tries to find out the reason for the break-up between you and his silly brother. But when he calls him, Atsumu only faces him coldly on the phone. “Did she tell you to ask me? Leave it okay? I think I just realized that I don’t want a relationship.”

Two months go by and somehow you still can’t believe that your relationship just fell apart. Osamu tries to distract you somehow, but it doesn’t help because he reminds you too much of your idiot ex-boyfriend.

Nevertheless, you are grateful to Osamu for swapping your shift with his coworker’s shift so that you can open the store with him in the morning. That way, you avoid running into Atsumu, who is more likely to be in the restaurant in the evening as soon as he returns from his stay abroad. You’re not ready to face him at the moment.

Just as you’re about to finish work, you remember that you wanted to show Osamu a video on your phone. “Look, the new trailer for the second season of this soccer series is out. Shall we watch the first episode together on Saturday after work?” you ask Osamu as he approaches you and looks over your shoulder. He rests his hand on the counter next to you, his chest almost touching your back, but he keeps his distance from you respectfully. You are both focused on the trailer, not hearing the doorbell from the store.

Atsumu is tired. The flight was delayed, and he hasn’t been able to sleep properly for weeks. How could he sleep well with all the partying and Hinata as his roommate, who spent the night in the hotel calling his friends from Karasuno. At least that’s what he tells himself… that this is the reason for his sleepless nights. But this thought vanishes when he steps into his brother’s store hungry, actually only wanting to eat a few onigiris and then go home. Into his apartment. His empty, dreary apartment. But as he walks through the door of the store, it feels as if someone has hit his chest with full force, knocking the air out of him.

He sees Osamu leaning towards you with a sense of familiarity. What’s going on there? And why does it bother him so much that you giggle and look at Osamu, who returns your gaze with a nod and a smile before turning to the door? His brother winces when he sees Atsumu. As you turn around as well, your smile disappears.

You look at Atsumu as if you’ve just seen a corpse, before packing your bag and saying goodbye to Osamu with a “See you tomorrow.”, only to walk past Atsumu with quick steps. You don’t even give him a glance, knowing that if you locked eyes with him, your tears would run. You would want to ask him questions upon questions. Why did you break up with me? Why am I not enough for you? Why did you lie to me for so long? Why...

As you walk through the door, you accidentally bump into him. This nudge, which was actually rather gentle, felt so painful. Why does it bother Atsumu to see you standing so close to his brother? Why does it hurt him that you stared at him with those empty eyes, as if he were a stranger? No. Worse, as if he were someone who had hurt you. Why does he have the feeling that he couldn’t make a sound if he opened his mouth now? The answer is simple, and even Atsumu seems to understand it by now as he looks from the now closed door over to Osamu, who stares at him with an indifferent expression crossing his arms in front of his chest. “So this is what someone who has realized that he doesn’t want a relationship looks like? Ya look like shit.”

Oh, how Atsumu would love to punch Osamu in the face. “Why are ya touchin’ my girl?” is bitter on his tongue, but he has no right to say it out loud. After all, he was the one who turned you down. The blonde Miya suddenly realizes how incredibly stupid his action was.

Back then, Atsumu had not expected to be traveling abroad so often. At first, it was only temporary stays. Nothing that would damage a relationship.

But the last few times in particular, he was sometimes away for several months. You kept telling him on the phone that everything was okay, but every time he called Osamu, he said that your eyes were sometimes red when you came to work and that you looked tired and sad.

Atsumu knew he was the reason. That you’d probably be better off without him. After all, you’re a great woman, someone who would find a new partner quickly.

You didn’t deserve to be sad all the time when he was gone. You should be happy. After all, a smile suits you so much better than a sad expression.

Atsumu would concentrate on his career. It would be difficult for him at first, but he would manage without you. He had to… for your sake.

So his mind was made up when he read your unanswered, concerned messages. If he texts you now to say that it’s over, being an ass to you, you’ll be able to forget him quickly… That was what he thought.

But it wasn’t that easy. Your puzzled messages, your crying voice on his voicemail, broke his heart. Yet he tried to cover it all up with parties and his dear fans. He convinced himself that he was fine. Only to arrive home, see you and realize what an idiot he was, how much he missed you.

And now it’s Atsumu who reaches for his phone and texts you message after message.

Atsumu 8:02 PM: Hey babe, no.. hey Y/n. I know I have no right to text you. But please… let’s talk. I fucked up. Damn, I fucked up so hard that I don’t even know how to start… shit…

Atsumu 8:12 PM: Please… please answer your phone, babe…

Atsumu 8:44 PM: I know I’ve fucked up. I know I hurt and disappointed you. Fuck, I know I was an ass. Yk, I thought I was doing the right thing.

Atsumu 9:34 PM: Fuck… please answer me… I still… damnit.

That was the last message you received from Atsumu before you put your phone away and tried to forget him. Why is he doing this to you? Why is he stirring up your feelings again?

But Atsumu doesn’t think about stopping now. He runs to your house, to the apartment building and rings your doorbell. Once, twice, he rings so often that you can’t ignore it. You are about to tell him to leave through the loudspeaker system, but he interrupts you.

“Fuck baby, please open the door. I’m… I still love ya, okay? I always loved ya. I - shit, can ya even hear me? Fuck…” he curses agitatedly and presses the bell next to your nameplate again several times.

But instead of letting him in, you go down to the entrance of the apartment building and open the door with an expression on your face that Atsumu has never seen before. What is it? Anger, sadness, despair? Everything somehow.

“Say... are you kidding me? Do you think that’s funny?” you ask him, bewildered, still standing in the open doorway. Of course, you wouldn’t just believe him. Atsumu could have guessed. Your reaction was completely understandable. But he has to do something to show you that he’s serious.

“No, no, I don’t. I’m dead serious. Please let me explain,” he says, and starts to tell you that he thought a break-up would be best for you because he’s not good enough for you. Since you were obviously so sad about him leaving so often and he didn’t want to be the reason. He tells you that he thought he could get over you, but that he had to realize that you are the most important thing to him. Something… someone he doesn’t want to lose. With shaky hands and a still agitated voice, Atsumu takes out his phone.

“I wanted ya to hate me so that it would be easier for ya. But believe me, I... I couldn’t forget ya. Look, you’re still my wallpaper. All the photos of the two of us are still on my phone, all the memories-“ he is about to unlock his screen when his phone falls out of his hand and drops to the floor. Atsumu seems to be completely overwhelmed right now, as if he doesn’t know what to do. Should he bend down, pick up the phone, should he keep talking to you or hug you? He doesn’t know.

”Baby, please, please, I’ll do anything. Please gimme a chance. I’ll talk to my agent about not takin’ so many jobs abroad. I will be with ya more often. Always write to ya and call ya in the evening when I’m not at home. Let’s look for an apartment so we can move in together. Please, please, I would do anything. Please believe me that I love ya. Please..." he begs in a voice that becomes more and more brittle with every word. His eyes are full of emotion and his hands, which have unconsciously reached for yours, are trembling terribly.

“Two months... two months you ignored me, treated me like a piece of trash.” You say in a low voice as you search for eye contact. Atsumu has never felt so scared. Only now does he realize that the love of his life is standing in front of him, and that this might be the last time he’ll see her again, the last time he’ll touch her skin. But then again… Atsumu was an ass, so why should you forgive him? No, he can’t think like that. After all, you loved him. And if you love him as much as he loves you, then maybe there’s still hope.

“I know, and I know I can never make it up to ya. I know it’s not done with an ‘I’m sorry’. I’m the dumbest, most idiotic ex-boyfriend you’ve ever had. But... I’m stubborn too. And if that means chasin’ after ya for 10 years, drivin’ to yer apartment every day to ring the doorbell and tell ya I still love ya, wishin’ ya a good night every day, nice dreams and telling ya how important you are to me... I’ll do it. Every damn day, if it means there’s still a little hope for us.” He answers you hoarsely, keeping eye contact, hoping that you see how honest his words are.

You sigh, bend down, and pick up his phone before handing it to him. Atsumu doesn’t know what to do with all this. His face grimaces as if he’s expecting the worst. “Then... you shouldn’t lose your phone... if you want to write to me every day,” you answer him, a weak smile on your lips. Atsumu’s sorrowful expression suddenly changes and you see him looking at you with hope.

“Does that mean ya...” the blonde Miya can no longer contain his emotions as he leaps forward and pulls you into his arms. His embrace is so tight that you can barely breathe, as if he’s afraid you’ll slip out of his hands. Firm, but quivering. His whole body is shaking and you’re sure you’ve just felt something wet on your skin. Tears? Is Atsumu crying? “I promise to be a pain in yer ass every day. To text ya, to call ya, to be there for ya. Even in yer sleep. Okay? I love ya... I love ya so much...”

tw: abuse, anger issues, mention of blood

You’ve been with Iwaizumi since your school days. Back then, as a little flirt at school, Oikawa and Matsukawa mainly teased Iwaizumi for having a crush on you.

But in the end, many were jealous of the perfect couple who waltzed together on the dance floor at the prom with loving looks on their faces.

You were inseparable. Even Iwaizumi’s stay in America for his university didn’t affect your relationship. So it was no wonder that you got married after his return and were the perfect happy couple.

At least for the first few years.

The stress of being a coach for the Japanese national team is weighing on Iwaizumi’s mind. He normally handles stressful situations well, but he is under pressure.

If the team fails to perform in the next few games, he will lose many sponsors and possibly even his job.

Iwaizumi is constantly on edge and you feel like you have to walk on eggshells around him so you don’t provoke him.

More often, he has sudden temper tantrums, shouting at you about things that aren’t worth mentioning. “Damn it, I told you I need this one shirt for today. Why isn’t it clean?”

And once, when you stumbled with your words and asked him whether it might not be better to take a break as a coach, he was so angry that he almost hit you. But he managed to hold back and just sighed before going out for a beer in a nearby bar.

You don’t want to admit it to yourself, but right now, you’re really scared of your own husband.

Today was another training match between the Japanese national team and the Indonesian team. The team’s performance was better, but nowhere near good enough to shine. You watched the game on TV and run through your imaginary list in your head already, of potential trigger points for Iwaizumi. You don’t want him to get upset. The laundry is done; the house is clean; the food is also ready and in the fridge. Did you take out the trash? You chew nervously on your lower lip as you walk to the kitchen and let out a relieved sigh. That’s done too.

You are just closing the lid of the garbage can when you hear the key in the lock of your front door and Iwaizumi comes home with a surprisingly normal, “I’m home, my love, smells good in here”. Your shoulders relax immediately, a smile is back on your lips as you walk cheerfully into the hallway to greet Iwaizumi.

“Hello darling! How was your day?” Iwaizumi hugs you and leans down so you can kiss his cheek. “Let me eat something first. My day has been really exhausting,” he sighs, watching you nod and turn around to warm up the food for him. Your husband hangs up his jacket, puts down his bag and is about to turn around to follow you when he stumbles against a nearby vase that you had placed as a decoration for the fall changeover. The vase swings, loses its balance and falls to the floor in pieces.

“Shit!” You hear Iwaizumi curse and immediately run to him, anxiously hoping that nothing has happened to him. But luckily, he is unharmed. “Wait, I’ll clean up the broken pieces, you eat-“ you’re about to say, but Iwaizumi interrupts you loudly. “Always this stupid bullshit you put up. Shit, I could have hurt myself. If I miss now, that’s it for my career!” he shouts and stomps past you. You turn around hastily and apologize. “That wasn’t my intention, really,” you say, before realizing that it was a mistake to talk back. Iwaizumi turns around, his eyes ferocious and angry like a wild animal as he takes a step towards you. Your heart is beating restlessly and you are suddenly afraid.

“Not your intention? Admit it, you’d be happy if I got rid of the job!” he shouts, noticing how you start to tremble and shake your head. But Iwaizumi doesn’t seem to be in his right mind as he takes another step towards you. “Go clean up the mess! Make yourself useful!” he says through gritted teeth as he looks at your anxious and puzzled face. You know you should move, but your body doesn’t seem to listen, too scared to move a finger. And then it happens.

Iwaizumi grabs you by the hair and pulls you towards him. You cry out, weeping bitterly as you hear his voice again. “Are you deaf?! Get going!” he shouts, before pushing you away with more force than necessary. You lose your balance, stumble over your own feet as you fall and hit your head on the edge of the stairs in the hallway next to the broken vase. Your head hurts terribly, something warm flows down your face, sticking to your hair and making your vision suddenly completely different. It gets smaller and smaller before everything goes black in front of your eyes and the sounds around you stop completely.

Iwaizumi is abruptly perfectly sober and only now understands what has just happened. What he has just done to you, the woman he loves more than anything.

His eyes are big as he stares at his hands, which start to tremble in front of him.

Panic spreads through him as he looks at you. At your motionless body, at all the blood under your head.

He doesn’t know how he did it. His memories are hazy, but he can still remember trying to wake you up, in vain.

He had taken off his shirt, pressed it on your head injury to stop the bleeding and somehow managed to call an ambulance. Iwaizumi can’t remember anything else, just the one question from the paramedic who put you on the ambulance stretcher and took you to the hospital. Since Iwaizumi was your husband, he was allowed to drive with you.

“How did this happen?” the paramedic asked, as Iwaizumi answered quietly, “I don’t know... I really don’t know.”

It’s now been some hours after the accident and your head had been stitched up. Thank God it wasn’t as bad as it looked at first.

You’re still in the recovery room, Iwaizumi next to your bed on a chair, his hands folded in his lap as he hangs his head in bewilderment, looking at his wedding ring shining on his ring finger.

What happened? What has become of him? He still can’t believe what he has done.

He looks at his hands again, opens them, starts to tremble, clenches them into fists and realises how he lets out a frustrated sigh, which he had been holding back, as warm tears roll down his cheeks, soaking the fabric of his trousers.

In his mind, there’s only your shaking body, that frightened look, your screaming, and then this unbearable silence.

When you open your eyes, your head throbs a little and you have to squint through the bright, clinical light. “Where... where am I?” you say quietly, looking around the room and noticing that you’re lying in a hospital room. Next to your bed is none other than Iwaizumi. But he looks different. Broken… He shrinks at your words and looks up at you. You see his red eyes and how he hesitates whether it’s okay to take your hand in his. Iwaizumi gets up from his chair, wants to close the distance to your bed but his legs collapse and he falls to his knees when he suddenly starts to... cry?

“Haji- me...” you say, still feeling exhausted. “I’m... god I...” Iwaizumi doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know how to look you in the eye. He takes a deep breath, regains his courage before peering at you. Carefully, he grasps your hand, checking if you are afraid, but you don’t seem to pull it away. Maybe because you’re still too tired. Awkwardly, he strokes the back of your hand before resting his forehead on it and closing his eyes briefly.

“I’m a terrible husband. I’ve done everything I shouldn’t have done. Instead of carrying you on my hands, bringing a smile to your face and protecting you from everything that would harm you, I’ve done the exact opposite. Instead of being happy to see me, you’re just scared of me, aren’t you?” he says in a shaky voice and looks up at you again. You are calm. Just stare at him with a hurt look.

“I.... I can understand if you want a divorce. If you don’t want to be with a monster like me anymore. I really can’t even blame you. But... please let me tell you one thing. When I saw you lying on the floor like that, the world collapsed inside me. I was afraid of losing the most important thing in my life. And the most important thing is not my job, no, it’s you. And I’m ashamed that I’ve forgotten that. I am disgusted with myself and I know that is no excuse. What I have done is unforgivable. But please... if there is still a bit of hope, then I will try to do everything I can to be the man you fell in love with again. I want to be your Haji-bear again. Your place of peace, and your favorite person. I will go to anger issues therapy, behavioral therapy. If it’s better for our relationship, I’ll step down as a coach and see if I can find a job as a volleyball coach at a school. No matter what, I would do anything.” Your hand becomes wet as his tears land on it. His words move something inside you. You want to believe him, you don’t want the relationship to end either, but everything that has happened so far will not pass by without damage.

“I need time, Hajime... If you really mean it, please grant me the time...” you answer him and notice how your words seem to tear him apart. But at the same time he seems to want to make the best of the situation. He lets go of your hand and stands up just to sit back down on the chair next to your bed, looking at you determinedly, his eyes still red and swollen. “As much time as you need. If it means we still have a chance...”

A few months pass. Iwaizumi has passed on the house to you and moved into his parents’ house to give you the space you need. He goes to therapy three times a week and tells you about his progress. He is still coaching the national team, but his assistant coach is taking a lot of the work off his hands and the volleyball team seems to be playing better again.

Just like when you were at school, you’ll find a letter in your letterbox once a week. Back then, Iwaizumi always told you a bit about his week and wrote it down because, funnily enough, he was too shy to talk to you in person. Only that in his current letters he writes that he misses you, but hopes that you are doing well at the moment.

He meets you in public places, goes out with you, so that you gradually feel more comfortable with him again, that you can see his progress in therapy and don’t just think it’s empty words.

Six months have passed since the incident. You are standing in the bedroom, changing the sheets, when Iwaizumi comes through the front door of the house. “My love, I’m home,” you hear Iwaizumi’s calm voice. Coming home from his therapy session, he hangs up his jacket in the hallway as your voice lets him know where you are.

Iwaizumi puts the flowers he bought for you on the kitchen table before he sneaks into the bedroom and sees you trying to unfold the sheets to put them on the blankets. With silent steps, he reaches around your waist to throw you onto the bed with him, wrapped in the covers that were in your hands earlier. Screaming, you laugh in unison with his chuckle as you look into each other’s eyes. “Hajime! Don’t scare me like that.” you laugh softly, while his hand gently tucks your hair behind your ear. Iwaizumi looks at your forehead, at the small scar that is left from your injury, before leaning forward and giving you a kiss on that spot.

“I’m sorry, but that was just so tempting,” he says, closing his eyes as he pulls you closer and just relaxes in bed with you. He strokes your back and kisses your forehead once more. “Hajime... what’s going on? Why are you so clingy suddenly?” you laugh, but Iwaizumi doesn’t join in the laughter, instead answering you seriously.

“Today, six months ago, I almost lost you. I’m just grateful that nothing happened to you. Thankful that you gave me another chance, even though I showed my worst side.” You can’t think of the right words to answer him, so you just smile, snuggle closer to him, and close your eyes. Safe in his arms, with his pulsating heart at your ear, you fall asleep.

tw: mention of abortion, mention of drugs/pills (without consent)

Suna and you were just friends for a long time. Even if the others saw you more like a couple.

You were the only one Suna didn’t mind when you sat next to him and pulled out one of his earphones to listen to music with him.

You always had the same route to school and if one of you came to school alone, you knew immediately that the other one must be sick.

With graduation, you mentioned that you might want to study abroad. That time, Suna had a weird feeling in his stomach for the first time. As if he was afraid of losing you.

That was the day he realised that he felt more for you than just friendship.

The same evening, he asked you to come over and watch a movie when he yawned in a very clichéd way to put his arm over your shoulder and pull you closer to him. He didn’t know why he was so nervous, but he just was.

A number of things went through his mind. What if you don’t feel the same way about him as he does about you? Will you still want to study abroad? Would you end your friendship with him if you didn’t feel the same way?

He tried to block out the questions and then, with his usual calmness, asked you if you could imagine anything more than a friendship. Luckily for him, you said yes.

From that moment on, everything was perfect. You had created your own little world over several years. You studied, and luckily not abroad. Suna was successful in volleyball, so you were both able to buy an apartment together quickly.

Just the two of you. Your friends were there from time to time, but in the evenings you were always alone at home, arm in arm, in the quiet flat without any noise or other people to disturb you.

Until one morning where you look at the little piece of plastic in the bathroom, stunned, when the two red stripes tell you that you are pregnant.

You hadn’t spoken to Suna about having children yet, but you’ve been together for so long now and everything is going well that you assume he would be just as happy as you are.

You thought…

When Suna comes home, you’ve already prepared a little surprise. There are a pair of baby shoes on the table in the living room, the pregnancy test in front of them and a little balloon with “Best Dad” written on it. You can’t help smiling as you see Suna walk into the room when you call out “surprise”, looking a little shy in his direction. But Suna’s reaction differed from what you expected.

Almost disgusted, he looks in your direction. “This better be one of those stupid TikTok pranks, right?” he says, and your smile disappears abruptly. Your stomach turns and you feel sick. And not because of the pregnancy. You stand there irritated, only able to utter a quiet “No... it’s not a joke”, confused by his negative reaction. “No? What week are you in? Tell me you can still have an abortion...” he says, annoyed, as he walks towards the table to see if there is any information about the week of pregnancy on the pregnancy test.

“What?” you say in bewilderment, still looking at Suna, who throws the test on the table in frustration before starting to massage his temples. “We’ll go to the gynecologist tomorrow, okay? Get rid of it. A child means responsibility. You have to look after this thing all the time, you’re no longer flexible and it’s noisy too... I just don’t want that.”

His words feel like a thousand stabs. Never have you seen Suna act like this before. You anticipated that he might be a bit taken by surprise and perhaps not be able to deal with the situation at first, but Suna seems to have a very clear opinion on the subject. He doesn’t even seem to be willing to talk. But abort a child? Let Suna’s and your baby die just like that? You can’t do that. You don’t want that.

The two of argue. Suna’s look gets progressively angrier. Yours sadder until he decides to leave the house with a “Do what you want, maybe it’ll die anyway”. Now you’re home alone with his painful words. You stand rooted to the spot in the room for several more minutes until the strength in your legs finally gives way and you slump to the floor, crying bitterly. The night, you spend alone in your bed, without Suna. He doesn’t answer his phone and doesn’t reply to your messages. You don’t hear from him the next day either, and he hasn’t come home. Thank God you get a message from Osamu, who texts you that Suna is with him and that you have nothing to worry about. But how are you supposed to stay at home without worrying if your boyfriend doesn’t get in touch with you and you’ve been arguing for days? You are scared. Afraid for the baby, afraid for the relationship and everything you two have built up.

Another day passes. You lie in bed, tired and lacking in energy. Nevertheless, you pull yourself together and get up, go to the bathroom to get ready for the day and don’t notice when the front door opens and Suna walks in. “Baby doll, I’m at home... and... I’m sorry...” you hear Suna’s voice and walk out of the bathroom. Even though you had a fight, you are still happy to see the man you love so much again. With a somewhat sad smile, he stands there, a bouquet of flowers in his hand as he approaches you.

“I’m really sorry. I behaved like an ass. You took me by surprise with the news and somehow... I don’t know. What do you say you sit down now? I’ll make us a drink and we can talk about all this. About the baby, and what happens next?” You can hardly believe his words. What has Osamu done in the last few days to make Suna suddenly do a full turnaround and be willing to talk to you openly, without shouting about becoming a parent? You make a mental note to thank Osamu later, before nodding with a smile and sitting down on the sofa in the living room.

But what you don’t know is that Suna went to a friend, a doctor, who gave him two pills before he came home. Pills for an induction of abortion. You have to take one now and the other two to three days later.

Suna knows that you wouldn’t take these pills voluntarily.

So he makes sure that you are indeed sitting in the living room before he takes out a small bag containing a pill, puts it in the grinder and turns it into a fine powder before mixing it into your iced tea.

He takes a deep breath, putting his smile back on as he walks towards you in the living room, where you are already waiting for him with happy eyes.

Without saying much, he hands you the glass, sits down next to you and watches you.

“I know it’s all so sudden and I could have said it differently. I really took you completely by surprise with the news,” you say quietly, looking at the iced tea in your hand, unaware that an abortion pill is floating there.

Suna listens attentively as you talk about how you first had to understand what a pregnancy means, but that your overwhelm quickly turned into joy because you are looking forward to holding a mini version of the two of you in your arms in less than 9 months. You talk about all the beautiful things that are going through your head, while Suna continues to listen to you, his eyes constantly focus on the tea in your hands and you.

He keeps looking at you as you raise the glass and press it to your lips, ready to drink the poison cocktail, when he realizes what he was doing. What he’s trying to do here.

Panic strikes him. His green eyes widen as he literally knocks the cup out of your hand. It falls to the floor with a loud thud. “Don’t drink that!” he says in an unsteady voice and looks at you in horror.

But you don’t understand anything, only shake your head.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I... I think I just made the worst mistake of my life,” Suna says, looking back from you to the broken cup. You don’t understand what’s going on and tilt your head, asking him if everything is all right. But when Suna continues talking and tells you what was in your tea, your world collapses. You are shocked that your own boyfriend wanted to do this to you. “I was overwhelmed. I... I know that’s no excuse. But when I heard you talking, I realized that -“ Suna wanted to continue, but your voice cut him off, your words silenced him.

“Let’s break up,” you say, and unlike before, unlike when you argued a week ago, your voice is determined now, your eyes full of pain and betrayal. Those green eyes that used to mesmerize you are now looking at you desperately. “What?” Suna whispers softly, followed by a “No, wait”. But you interrupt him again.

“You just wanted to give me some drugs without my consent so I’d lose the baby?! No, Rintarou… I’m breaking up with you. That... no, I can’t do that.” Abruptly, you get up from the sofa, ignoring the hand that tries to grab you before quickly slipping into a jacket and a pair of shoes just to leave the apartment. Suna wants to run after you, but his legs won’t move. His mind and heart are screaming to run after you, to stop you and tell you he’s sorry, but his body just won’t obey him. When he finally manages to get up, you’re already gone.

Still wearing his slippers and without putting on a jacket, he eventually runs out to check out all the places you love, all your friends, to see if he can find you somewhere. But no matter where he looks, he can’t find you. You don’t reply to messages or phone calls. The mechanical voice of your voice mail greets him directly. “Shit, shit, shit!” he yells as he stands in the park where you two had your first official date. The surrounding people look at him. Some with an irritated look, some as if they were pitying him.

Without really knowing where to go, your legs automatically led you to the bus that goes to Kita’s home.

Kita was one of your best friends back then. And you knew that if you went to Kita and told him not to tell Suna that you were there, he wouldn’t tell his friend either. And that’s exactly what Kita did.

You were in Kita’s guest room when you heard Suna’s voice in the hallway.

He sounded shattered, broken, as he begged Kita to tell him where you were.

This went on for several weeks, until one evening Suna rang the doorbell again, trying to talk to Kita in a voice you had never heard before.

His voice was so thin, so fragile, as if a heap of misery was speaking out of him.

Kita tells him once again that he doesn’t know where you are when you hesitantly open the door, thinking about going downstairs and listening to what Suna has to say. But for now, you just listen to the conversation.

“Please, Shinsuke, I know you know her location. Please, just give her this. Please...” Kita sighs, followed by a soft “ok...” before the front door closes. Your best friend’s footsteps creak beneath the floor as he walks up the stairs, looks at you a little twisted and hands you a large package.

You know that you demand a lot from Kita. It’s not easy for him to lie to his friend either. Eventually you have to talk to Suna.

Alone in your guest room, you spend almost half an hour looking at the unopened package at the other end of the bed until you finally decide to open it. When you see what’s inside, surprise catches you. Multiple emotions flow through your body without you even noticing how your eyes suddenly turn glassy. Small letters and several items are in the box. You take out the letter that is on top of all the other items.

“My love, I don’t even know where to start. I can’t apologize for what I did. Nevertheless, I want to tell you that I’m sorry. I was confused and scared. Our relationship has always been perfect so far and I thought it was great that it was just the two of us and that no one else disturbed our privacy. I was afraid that when we had a child, we would argue, have no more time for each other, and grow apart. I was selfish and didn’t think about how you would feel. I wasn’t thinking about our baby. The thought that we were both going to be parents hadn’t crossed my mind at all. But every time I walked past those little shoes you had placed in the living room, I couldn’t think of anything else but seeing our child standing in them. How it tries to move around in it, sometimes falls down because it loses its balance and seeks shelter with its beloved mom. I regret every second of what I’ve done, every word I’ve said. Hurting you was the last thing I wanted to do, and yet I did it. I am sorry. I am so terribly sorry.

I did some research. Did you know that it is currently very difficult to find midwives? You should probably start looking very early on. My team colleague gave me the number of the midwife he and his wife had at the birth of their two children. I also have three other numbers. You might want to give them a call. There are also birth preparation classes in our town. I have also put a brochure in the package for you. You don’t necessarily have to go there with your partner. With me… So... if you want, you could also go there with Kita, even if I would be happy if we both did it together. But I can understand if you don’t want to.

Are you eating enough? You should pay particular attention to your diet during pregnancy. A lot of women suffer from a vitamin deficiency during pregnancy. But you have probably already discussed this with your gynecologist. Anyway, I’ve written down a few recipes for you that are rich in vitamins. I admit that Osamu helped me a little with this. Oh, and on the back are some things you shouldn’t eat during pregnancy. Raw eggs and products containing them such as ice cream, mayonnaise and so on... you should not eat them, because the risk of salmonella infection is high. Peanuts can contain aflatoxins, which can also harm the fetus... but as I said, I’ve put together a list for you. In case you didn’t already know all this already. There are a few other things in the box. Maybe you’d like to take a look.

I hope you are doing well. I hope the baby is doing well too. Have you thought of a name yet? Do you know whether it will be a boy or a girl? I’m sure there’s already a little bump on your belly. I... would really like to be with you right now. Would love to hold you in my arms and stroke your tummy. I know I made a mistake that can never be fixed. But if you’re willing, if that’s what you want, I’d really like to be by your side again. And if not as your boyfriend, then as the father of our baby. I would like to do couples’ therapy with you so that we can find our way back to each other… So that you can trust me again. Because in all of this, I was the problem and never you. But only if you want it too, of course. I know it may be hard to believe, but I love you. So much that a life without you scares me. I am sorry…”

You’re crying bitterly by now as your tears blur the ink on the letter before you put it aside and look in the box. Next to a small onesie for babies, there is a note with the telephone numbers of midwives, a small book with recipes, the brochure he had mentioned and another box containing photos and memories. Pictures that Suna had always secretly taken of you at times when he thought you looked extra pretty. You always found the photos embarrassing, but for him they were beautiful to look at. Because they were moments when you were just being you, not smiling for the camera or doing anything else to disguise yourself.

There was also a necklace with shells on it in the box. You made it for Suna when you were on vacation in Croatia. It turned out incredibly ugly, yet Suna wore it proudly during the whole vacation. You’re touched that he still has this ugly necklace. Little notes that you wrote to each other at school are also in there. So many more memories from the past. Where had Suna hidden this little box in your apartment so that you never noticed it?

You hastily get up, open the door and run down to the hallway as Kita comes out of the living room and looks at you questioningly. “Is everything all right? Do you need to see a doctor?” He asks concerned, but you just shake your head, wanting nothing more than to see Suna, talk to him again. He asks you if you are absolutely sure, but your determined nod is enough for an answer. So he grabs his jacket and car keys, driving you straight to your ex boyfriend, to your apartment. He doesn’t want you to take the bus in your current state.

Suna is sitting in the living room. In front of him on the coffee table are various reports on pregnancy, parenting and more. His head is leaning on his hands as he takes a deep breath. Have you opened his package yet? He wonders, unable to think clearly, when he hears the key in the door lock and runs into the hallway as if stung by a tarantula. His eyes are wide as he looks at you, standing rooted to the spot in the doorway, not knowing how to react.

“Shinsuke... Drove me here...” you say. “I opened your package.” You continue, watching Suna swallow hard, still not moving an inch from the doorframe. “How are you, the baby?” he asks quietly, almost absent-mindedly, as if he can’t believe you’re really standing in front of him. “Good... can... can we talk?” you ask and watch him nod, having trouble sorting out his feelings. You take a step towards him, clearly seeing the dark circles, the red eyes, the slightly thinner face, as if he has lost weight. And on closer look, you can see his whole body trembling.

“Is everything you wrote in your letter true?” you ask him, trying to keep your voice as calm as possible, even though you’re at your wits’ end. “Yes, yes all of it. I’m sorry for everything... I want nothing more than to see you happy. To see our baby happy. And if you want another partner by your side to be happy, if you don’t want me in your life, then I will accept that.” Suna whispers, knowing that if he were to speak even a little louder, his voice would fail and he would cry. You take another step towards him. “What if I want you? Want to give it another try?” You have barely spoken your sentence before you hear a bitter shuffle from Suna, which he seems to have been suppressing the whole time. His shaky hands carefully reach for your face before he presses his forehead against yours and says softly, “I would wish for nothing more than that.”

Although you hesitate for a second, you finally put your hands around his back and stand with him in the doorway for a while. Neither of you says a word. Both of you let your tears run until Suna releases you at some point and gives you a kiss on the forehead. “You shouldn’t stand for so long. You’d better get some rest,” he says in a somewhat steady voice before helping you out of your jacket and leading you into the bedroom, where he pushes the sheets aside so you can lie down.

“Rin, but I’m not tired at all...” you say, even though you are exhausted, but Suna lies down right next to you, pulling you close while his free hand moves to your stomach. “I know... But... let’s just lie here like this for a moment, regain our strength before we talk... Talk about everything, our future, how I can make it up to you, our little baby… Agree, baby doll?” He whispers tiredly. Yet you also notice how all the crying is slowly making you a little tired. “Agree, Rin.” you smile weakly, snuggling closer to him as you both fall asleep arm in arm, his hand protectively on your baby bump, your hand on his.

#haikyu x #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #atsumu x reader #suna x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi haijime x reader #atsumu miya x reader #suna rintarou x reader

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FILM 02. THE UNLIKELY ADVENTURES OF BITCH FACE AND GO FUCK YOURSELF

☆ sum. the first meeting wasn’t enough, right? so the next day, you decided to climb sukuna’s room once again and asked force him to go watching sunrise together.

warning. non-sorcerer au, fluff, crack, grumpy sukuna, you call him a bitch-face and he calls you bitch, you two get chased by some gang, he makes you cry, he is soooo mean.

☆ , DECEMBER, WHEN WINTER FINALLY COMES

the quiet of sukuna’s room was broken by a faint sound. tud, tud, tud. small pebbles tapped against his bedroom window one by one, soft but persistent. it was just past one in the morning, and he hadn’t been able to sleep, his body stretched across the bed as he stared blankly at the ceiling.

he had been lost in his thoughts, letting the silence drag on, until the sound pulled him out of his haze. his head turned slightly toward the window, crimson eyes narrowing as he listened. the noise stopped as quickly as it had started, and after a moment of stillness, he let out a quiet exhale.

his arms folded behind his head again as he lay back down, trying to focus on the cracks in the ceiling instead of whatever had disrupted the night. but then the sound came again, louder this time. tud, tud, tud.

sukuna sat up sharply, irritation flashing across his face. “who the hell is doing this?” he muttered darkly, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. he stood and took a few slow steps toward the window, his movements deliberate and heavy. his jaw tightened, and as another pebble struck the glass, he growled under his breath, “damn idiot.”

his patience was thin, and whoever had decided to play games at this hour was about to find out just how dangerous waking him up could be.

sukuna pulled open the window, his scowl deepening as the cool night air spilled into the room. but before he could fully register the quiet outside, something small and hard smacked against his forehead. a sharp tink rang out as the pebble bounced off, and his hand instinctively flew up to rub the spot.

his teeth clenched, his annoyance reaching its peak, when he heard a faint, muffled curse drift up from the darkness below. “shit.” his crimson eyes narrowed dangerously, scanning the scene until they landed on you. there you were, perched casually on a thick branch of the massive willow tree just outside his room. your feet dangled lazily in the air, swinging slightly as if you didn’t have a care in the world.

his glare sharpened as his gaze locked onto yours. “seriously?” he growled, voice low and cold. “what the fuck are you doing?” meanwhile, you tried your best to stifle a laugh, though the corners of your lips betrayed you. the sight of sukuna, standing there with a hand on his forehead and murder in his eyes, only made the whole situation even funnier.

his eyes narrowed into slits, every muscle in his body tensing slightly. “i don’t see what’s so funny about your dumbass throwing pebbles at my window in the middle of the goddamn night.” his tone was laced with a hint of warning, a silent reminder of his temper. he was teetering on the edge of losing his patience entirely, the sound of your laughter grating on his nerves even further.

his jaw tightened as he tried to control his rising irritation. “why the hell are you even here?” he asked, his voice firm and stern. it was evident that he wasn’t in the mood for games, especially at this ungodly hour. his gaze remained fixed on you with a steely resolve, making it clear that he expected a straight answer. “you better have a damn good explanation, or i swear to god, i’ll drag you down from that tree and toss you out on your ass.”

your silence only made sukuna’s irritation grow. his jaw clenched still as his crimson eyes bore into you, waiting for an explanation that never came. instead, you shifted your weight, standing up on the narrow branch with surprising ease. his frown deepened instantly, his arms uncrossing as his stance stiffened. “what the hell are you doing?” he snapped, his voice carrying an edge of concern despite the annoyance behind it. “get down before you fall, you idiot.”

it wasn’t like he cared all that much, or so he told himself, but he didn’t want his bedroom to become a damn crime scene. that’d be more trouble than it was worth. but before he could say anything else, you flashed him a cheeky grin and called out, “catch me!”

before he could even process your words, you leapt from the branch, aiming straight for his bedroom window. “you’ve got to be kidding me—” was all sukuna managed to mutter before instinct took over. his arms shot out, catching your body just in time, though the impact forced him to take a step back to steady himself.

he glared down at you, your smug smile and sparkling eyes doing nothing to ease his frustration. “are you out of your goddamn mind?” he growled, still holding you securely. “you could’ve broken your neck, you reckless idiot.” yet, despite his harsh words, his grip didn’t loosen. instead, he found himself glaring a little less, unable to ignore the faint, satisfied laugh escaping you.

you pushed away from his hold after landing on your feet with ease. a mischievous grin spread across your face, ear to ear, as if you hadn’t just given him a heart attack. “let’s go to the beach and watch the sunrise,” you said, your tone light and excited, completely disregarding his glare and the fact that it was still the middle of the night.

sukuna stared at you, his crimson eyes narrowing as a mixture of disbelief and frustration washed over his face. for a moment, he said nothing, just studying you as if trying to figure out what on earth possessed you to show up uninvited, nearly break his window, leap into his arms, and now suggest something as absurd as going to the beach at one in the morning.

he slowly turned his gaze toward the window, scanning the pitch-black sky as if the stars might offer him some sort of explanation. maybe he was hallucinating. maybe the lack of sleep was playing tricks on him. when his gaze returned to you, his frown deepened. “do you even know what time it is?” he asked, his voice sharp and incredulous. “what sunrise are you talking about? it’s one AM, you lunatic.”

but instead of looking sheepish, you only grinned wider, your energy almost infectious. it made his eye twitch. you weren’t even fazed by his irritation, which only made him more annoyed. your lack of concern for how ridiculous your idea sounded was somehow both baffling and—if he dared admit it—mildly amusing.

you rolled your eyes at sukuna’s incredulous tone, waving a hand dismissively as if his frustration was unwarranted. “oh, come on,” you said, your grin never faltering. “it takes two hours to get to the beach, and sunrise isn’t until after five. we’ve got plenty of time.”

sukuna sighed heavily, rubbing his temples as he felt a headache coming on. you were absolutely insufferable, but you seemed so set on this ridiculous plan. he glanced at the clock again, the red digital numbers glaring back at him. one fifteen AM. he groaned, running a hand through his hair as he tried to decide whether he should just give in or keep arguing with you. “seriously,” he said, his tone sharp. “this is just... ridiculous. it’s the middle of the night. we should be sleeping, not planning an impromptu beach trip.”

you let out an exaggerated, dramatic groan, throwing your head back as if his refusal physically pained you. without missing a beat, you stepped closer, wrapping your hands around his wrist. his hand, nearly twice the size of yours, felt solid and warm as you swung it lightly, your pleading eyes locking onto his with an almost theatrical desperation.

“oh, come on, sukuna,” you whined, dragging out the words for maximum effect. “it’s so much better than sulking in your room all night.”

you gave his arm another little swing, as if your enthusiasm alone could sway him. “besides,” you added with a playful smirk, “when’s the last time you did something fun? i mean, really fun? just think about it—me, you, the beach, the sunrise. it’ll be unforgettable.”

his crimson eyes narrowed as he stared at you, his expression somewhere between annoyance and reluctant amusement. the pleading look in your eyes, combined with your unwavering determination, made it impossible for him to ignore you completely. “unbelievable,” he muttered, exhaling sharply as if resigning himself to your chaos. he tugged his wrist lightly, trying to free it from your grip, but you only held on tighter, your grin widening. “pleaseee, are you going to let me go alone?”

sukuna finally relented with a heavy sigh, his annoyance slowly fading as your enthusiasm wore him down. he looked down at your hands wrapped around his wrist, the contrast of your smaller hand against his larger one almost comical. with a resigned groan, he let go of the last bit of resistance still holding him back. “fine,” he conceded, his voice a mix of frustration and reluctant amusement. “we’re going to the damn beach, but you better not be a pain in my ass the whole time.”

your grin stretched even wider, practically splitting your face as sukuna finally gave in. “okay!” you chirped, your excitement barely contained. you turned toward the window, already preparing to climb back down the tree. “i’ll wait in the car!” but before you could so much as swing a leg over the sill, a firm hand grabbed the back of your collar, yanking you backward with surprising ease.

“are you trying to die?” sukuna growled, his voice low and exasperated. he spun you around to face him, crimson eyes narrowing as he glared down at you. “what are you, a damn monkey? why do you enjoy climbing this stupid tree so much?” you pouted up at him, though it quickly dissolved into a sheepish laugh when his glare only deepened.

his frown was sharp as he looked at you, but there was an unmistakable flicker of concern in his gaze. with a sigh, he gently tugged you away from the window, his hand firm but careful. “just wait,” he muttered, his tone softer now, though no less irritated. he strode over to his desk, grabbing his phone, wallet, and jacket. after slipping the jacket on, he turned back to you, his hand once again finding the back of your collar.

“you’re not getting another chance to pull something stupid,” he muttered, tugging you along as he made his way to his bedroom door.

you stumbled after him, unable to contain your amused smile as he led you out of his room, through the hall, and down the stairs of his two-story house. sukuna didn’t let go of your collar until you were both standing outside, the cool night air brushing against your skin as he locked the front door behind him.

once outside, sukuna’s eyes landed on your car parked neatly on the street beside his house. he squinted at it, then back at you, the realization of your full plan sinking in. you had come fully prepared, didn’t you?

you turned to him with a grin that could rival the moonlight, bouncing on your feet with excitement. “get in the damn car,” he muttered, tossing you a sharp look as he walked ahead. “and don’t make me regret this.” you took off at a light jog, heading toward the car with a spring in your step.

sukuna sighed heavily, his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets as he followed behind at a more leisurely pace. sukuna’s glare softened a fraction as he watched you dart toward the car with all the enthusiasm of a child. he followed at his own pace, the occasional crunch of gravel beneath his shoes serving as a steady background to his thoughts.

“you’re way too cheerful for someone dragging me out of bed at this hour,” he muttered, though his tone lacked the venom he might’ve had earlier. you just laughed, spinning around briefly to face him while walking backward. “oh, come on, you’ll thank me later,” you teased, your grin widening.

your infectious energy was both irritating and oddly endearing. it was almost impressive how you had him going along with your late-night escapade. “yeah, right,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes. “i already regret this, and we’ve barely even started. it’s the middle of the night, you lunatic.”

the two-long drive had barely started before you were out like a light, your head resting against the glass window, your soft breathing filling the otherwise silent car. before you drifted off, you mumbled something about waking you up when they got there, your voice drowsy but insistent.

sukuna grumbled under his breath, his hands gripping the steering wheel as he muttered something about how you have the nerves to dumped the work on him. but he did as you said, settling into the quiet of the drive.

every so often, his eyes flicked toward you, his gaze lingering longer than he intended. the way you looked so peaceful in sleep, your face lit faintly by the glow of passing streetlights, chipped away at his irritation. each time he glanced at you, the sharp edges of his frown softened bit by bit, until eventually, he let out a long, resigned sigh.

stopping at a red light, sukuna found himself turning to look at you again. the streets were empty, yet he waited, watching you as you slumbered. his crimson eyes narrowed slightly, not in annoyance but in quiet curiosity, as if wondering what went on in that chaotic head of yours that drove you to drag him on such ridiculous adventures.

“what the hell am i doing?” he muttered to himself, rolling his eyes at his own thoughts. as the light turned green, he snapped back to the road, letting out another sigh. his hands tightened on the wheel, though his expression was far less stern than it had been when the night started. without another word, he continued the drive, the faintest trace of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

his mind a mix of frustration and a strange, unexpected fondness for your carefree spirit. you’d managed to drag him into one of your wild schemes, and even though he’d never admit it, he found himself looking forward to whatever chaos awaited them.

each time he glanced at you, dozing peacefully against the glass window, sukuna’s annoyance melted away a little more. he tried to ignore the way his gaze lingered, how he found himself studying your peaceful expression under the passing streetlights.

and after what felt like an eternity of driving, sukuna finally pulled into the nearly empty parking lot by the beach, situated near a small, dimly lit gas station. the faint, rhythmic sound of the waves crashing against the shore reached his ears, a soothing contrast to the chaotic, frustrating night. he cut the engine, and the car was suddenly swallowed by the quiet, save for the soft hum of the night air. everything outside seemed still, but inside the car, a strange tension remained.

his gaze shifted over to you, still fast asleep, completely oblivious to the world around you. your head rested against the glass of the window still, your body curled up slightly in the seat, looking peaceful and unaware. the moonlight from the streetlights outside filtered in, casting a soft glow across your face, but you didn’t stir.

sukuna’s eyes narrowed as he sat there for a moment, the corner of his lips curving upward into a smirk. the thought of those damn pebbles you had thrown earlier, hitting his window with an annoyingly consistent rhythm, flared up in his mind. he could still feel the irritation from it.

“let’s see if this works,” he muttered under his breath, eyes glinting with mischief as he looked at you. he then raised his hand slowly, his fingers curling into a relaxed fist for a moment before flicking it out.

his fingers made light contact with your forehead, the soft sting of the flick causing you to groan slightly in your sleep. your brows furrowed instinctively, but you didn’t wake up. sukuna leaned back in his seat, smirking at the sight of your unbothered state. he couldn’t help but find it amusing.

“really?” he muttered to himself, letting out a quiet, almost exasperated laugh. “don’t chicken out on me now.”

he flexed his fingers, his smirk deepening as he prepared for round two. with a subtle but deliberate movement, he flicked your forehead again, this time with more force. the sting was sharper, the discomfort enough to make you stir more abruptly.

you jolted awake, a small, startled yelp escaping your lips as your hand flew to your forehead, instinctively pressing against the spot he had struck. your eyes darted around in confusion, disoriented by the sudden jolt from your dreams. everything seemed a little blurry, and you blinked rapidly as your senses returned.

then, you locked eyes with sukuna, his smirk wide and utterly unbothered by your clearly annoyed expression. “what the hell was that for?” you snapped, your voice groggy but full of irritation as you rubbed the sore spot on your forehead. your eyes were wide with disbelief, trying to process what had just happened.

sukuna’s chuckle echoed in the car as he watched your reaction, clearly enjoying the way his little prank had thrown you off. leaning back into the seat with a satisfied smirk, he stretched his arms behind his head, letting the silence between you both settle. “morning, sunshine,” he teased, his voice laced with sarcasm as he glanced at the dashboard clock. “or should i say, good night? you really slept through the whole damn drive, huh?”

he took a moment to study you, his eyes lingering on the way your hair was all messy and your expression was still groggy, like you’d been dragged out of a dream against your will. “nice bedhead, by the way. very charming,” he added, his lips curling into a mocking grin.

you were about to shoot back a snarky comment when, without warning, sukuna threw open the door and stepped out of the car, slamming it shut behind him. you groaned, rubbing your temples, muttering under your breath about how ridiculous he was. grabbing your backpack off the seat, you dragged yourself out of the car.

as you made your way toward him, you couldn’t help but pout at the way he walked ahead with that cocky swagger. the annoyance you felt deepened, but it only made you more determined to match his pace. so you picked up your steps, narrowing the distance between you, and before long, you were running slightly to keep up. the pout on your face, the way your lips stuck out in frustration, didn’t escape sukuna’s notice.

he rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed by your childish display, but he didn’t bother commenting. the silence was comfortable, for him at least. but then, as you neared a convenience store near the edge of the beach parking lot, you tugged at his wrist, pulling him toward it with surprising strength for someone so irritated. “come on, we’re stopping in there,” you said, a little more stubborn than you’d like to admit, but you weren’t in the mood for any more nonsense from him just yet.

sukuna gave you a side-eye but didn’t resist. “what now? you need a snack after your little nap?” he muttered, but there was no real malice in his words. still, he couldn’t help but notice the way your hand gripped his wrist, tugging him along. for a moment, it was just the two of you, walking side by side, with nothing else but the sound of the waves and the distant chatter of beachgoers filling the air.

you barely spared a glance at the bikes and parked cars scattered around as you walked past the motor park outside the convenience store. your mind was set on one thing—getting what you needed to make the sunrise more tolerable. sukuna, trailing closely behind you, shot a quick glance at the bikes, his usual vigilance keeping him aware of his surroundings, but you were already step ahead before he could dwell on it.

stepping through the automatic sliding doors, you immediately made a beeline for the snack aisle, eyes scanning the shelves for something that would hold you over until the sunrise. chips, candy, anything that seemed like it could make the morning a little more bearable. you didn’t care about the healthy options, not when you were operating on little more than your usual impatience and a desire to keep moving.

sukuna, of course, was right behind you, his steps almost matching yours. he wasn’t as distracted by the snacks as you were, but he knew better than to complain. he grabbed a couple of drinks and some savory snacks, mostly just grabbing whatever seemed convenient. his gaze flickered over to you occasionally, noting your rapid pace as you moved from one shelf to the next.

he could already tell you weren’t going to make this a simple stop—no, this was going to be an adventure for you. he couldn’t help but smirk to himself, even if the trip wasn’t exactly how he had planned it.

after, you both stood at the register, silently eyeing the snacks you’d picked out before to sukuna, he couldn’t help but shoot you a look of frustration. you hadn’t said a word, but he could practically hear the pleading radiating off you. he let out a heavy sigh, his impatience beginning to show.

“you’re really gonna do this, huh?” he muttered, his voice thick with annoyance. “first, you drag me out here at this ungodly hour, and now you’re making me pay for your snacks? this is getting ridiculous.”

he shook his head, pulling out his wallet with an exaggerated motion, clearly not happy about this turn of events. “i swear to god, you’re a professional at getting under my skin.” he grumbled as he handed over the cash, his eyes narrowing at the cashier as if it was their fault for being stuck in this situation.

sukuna didn’t look at you as he accepted the change and bags. he was trying his best to hide the smirk that was threatening to show on his face. his usual irritation was half-hearted at best because deep down, he knew he would’ve done it anyway, even if you didn’t twist his arm about it.

“next time, you’re paying for your own damn food,” he added, his tone a bit softer but still laced with mock seriousness. “you’re not dragging me out here again just so i can pay for everything.” as he handed you the bag of snacks, you just flashed him that innocent smile of yours, which only made him roll his eyes in response.

once outside the store, you couldn’t resist teasing him, a playful grin spreading across your face. “oh, come on, it’s just a snack,” you said, pushing him lightly with your hand as you walked past him.

but sukuna wasn’t having any of it. his frustration only deepened at your carefree attitude. he turned to face you with a frown, his voice low but sharp, returning the favor. “don’t push me.”

you blinked, a bit taken aback by his reaction. but it didn’t take long before your mischievous side flared up. without hesitation, you shoved him back, the playful gleam in your eyes only growing. “don’t push me,” you retorted, your hands pressing harder against his chest.

sukuna’s eyes widened in surprise as his balance shifted, and before he could even react, his feet slipped, and he stumbled backward. the force of the push sent him crashing into the row of parked motorcycles outside the store. the sound of metal clanging and engines rattling echoed in the quiet street as the motorcycles toppled over, one by one, like a row of dominos.

you froze, your eyes wide with shock, staring at the mess you had just caused. the motorcycles lay scattered, some on their sides, others leaning awkwardly, their once proud chrome frames now battered and unbalanced.

sukuna and you shared a stunned look, the realization hitting both of you simultaneously. his glare turned to you, murderous and filled with disbelief. “you...” he muttered, his voice a dangerous whisper, the rage building up in his chest. “this is your fault.”

you could only mutter an apology under your breath, your hands flying to cover your mouth as a curse slipped past your lips. “fuck,” you whispered, eyes wide with embarrassment and a hint of panic. you took a step back, unsure of what to do next as the reality of the situation settled in. sukuna’s glare didn’t soften, but his gaze flicked to the mess, then back at you. the anger was still there, but a small part of him was almost impressed by the sheer chaos you had caused with a simple push.

“well, this is just great,” he grumbled, running a hand through his hair, exasperated but somehow unable to hide a small smirk creeping at the corner of his lips. “you really know how to make things interesting, don’t you?”

before you could react to the mess you caused, a shout broke through the air. “hey!” the angry voice cut through the tension, sending a jolt of panic through both you and sukuna. your head snapped toward the source of the sound, your heart racing as you instinctively stepped back.

sukuna’s expression immediately hardened, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the group of men approaching, all clearly not happy with the situation. one of them, a larger man with a scowl etched across his face, stepped forward and demanded, “what the hell are you two doing?”

you opened your mouth to try and explain, but before you could get a word out, sukuna was already on his feet, moving with the swift grace that was so typical of him. his hand shot out, grabbing yours in a firm grip. he didn’t give you a chance to argue or even think. “run,” he growled, his tone harsh but urgent. his other hand snatched up both bags of snacks from the ground, not wanting to leave them behind, as if that mattered in the moment.

with no time to waste, you both took off, your footsteps echoing in the silence of the street as you sprinted away from the angry group. the men shouted after you. you glanced over at sukuna, still holding onto his hand, your heart pounding. despite the adrenaline coursing through you, a small laugh bubbled up at the absurdity of the situation, but sukuna’s focused expression didn’t falter as he kept running. “next time, maybe don’t knock over the bikes,” he muttered through gritted teeth, but there was a flicker of amusement in his voice. “god, you’re a pain.”

sukuna’s eyes briefly flicked towards the beach, then back ahead at the dimly lit road ahead. he didn’t hesitate for a moment, his strides quickening as he veered off the road onto the sandy shore, you barely had time to respond— desperate to get away from a bunch of angry men while the angry voices followed behind you two. “shit!” you mutter.

you stumbled from the pavement onto the soft, shifting sand, the sudden change in terrain threw you off balance for a brief moment. your feet sank deeper into the sand, making it harder to keep up with sukuna’s swift pace. you cursed quietly under your breath, trying to steady yourself, but sukuna’s hand tightened around yours, steadying you with a firm grip. his gaze never wavered, scanning the area ahead with intensity as he led the way, his jaw clenched with determination.

the sand, soft and unpredictable, made every step feel like it was dragging you back, the gentle incline of the beach working against you. with each step, the angry shouts of the men grew louder, and you could feel the panic rising again. sukuna cursed under his breath, again, his footsteps becoming heavier as he pushed forward. “this way,” he muttered, his voice sharp as he tugged you in the direction of a cluster of large rocks jutting out from the sand.

you followed without hesitation, the two of you moving with an urgency that came from being hunted. as you reached the rocks, sukuna’s grip on your hand shifted. he pulled you towards the largest one, guiding you behind it with a fluid motion. instinctively, his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close against his chest to shield you from the view of the men still shouting in the distance.

your heart was racing, your breath coming in short, uneven bursts as you tried to calm yourself. you could feel his body against yours, the steady thrum of his heartbeat almost matching the frantic pulse in your own chest. your wide eyes met his for a moment, but he didn’t acknowledge the proximity, didn’t even look at you. his focus was entirely on the men who were now pacing past, their voices carrying over the beach.

they were discussing possible places you two might have gone, debating which direction to take. their words drifted on the wind as they walked past, oblivious to the two of you hiding behind the rocks. you could hear them mention the pier and the nearby dunes, but none of them thought to look in the direction you were hiding. you both sat in the sand, as still as possible, listening intently, barely daring to breathe.

you stayed pressed against sukuna’s side, the tension between the two of you palpable. the men’s voices faded into the distance, the danger slipping away. but as the silence settled in, you couldn’t help but feel the heat of sukuna’s body next to yours, the closeness making you acutely aware of how tightly he was holding you, how his arm had never loosened from around your waist.

finally, sukuna let out a deep, relieved sigh, but didn’t let go of you just yet. his eyes remained on the retreating men, watching until they disappeared from view. “that was too damn close,” he muttered under his breath, his tone laced with irritation, but there was a hint of amusement there too. “next time, try not to wreck an entire parking lot.”

you didn’t say anything at first. instead, you just stared at sukuna, your wide eyes reflecting the moonlight that bathed the beach in a soft, silver glow. the faint breeze played with your hair, and for a moment, the world felt like it had slowed down, leaving you both in this small, tense bubble of silence.

your cheeks felt hot, pink as sakura blossoms, but you hoped the dim lighting would hide the flush creeping up your neck. sukuna’s attention was still on the retreating men, his jaw tight with focus, and you couldn’t help but notice how his grip had relaxed just enough to let you breathe, but not enough to let go entirely. his presence felt overwhelming, and for a moment, you found yourself wishing you could escape the strange heat of the situation.

you shifted uncomfortably, wanting to break the silence but unsure how to respond. you had never been one to get flustered easily, but this was different. the proximity, the way his body still pressed against yours, made your heart beat faster than it should.

sukuna’s gaze finally shifted back to you, his sharp eyes narrowing as he took in your flushed cheeks and the way you were fidgeting. he raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “what’s up with that ugly face of yours?” he asked, voice dripping with mockery, before pulling his hand away and pushing your face with an exaggerated motion, face-palming you in the process.

you groaned, the gesture annoying yet somehow familiar. you smacked his hand away from your face with an exaggerated flick of your wrist, then moved to sit beside him. leaning against the rock, you crossed your arms and huffed while the warmth still lingering in your cheeks. “you’re the one who’s ugly,” you grumbled under your breath, though the words didn’t carry much weight.

despite the irritation in your tone, there was something oddly comforting about being so close to him in that moment. you could feel the steady rhythm of his breathing, the slight tension in his shoulders, and it grounded you, even though your heart was still racing.

sukuna just laughed, clearly unbothered by your comeback. “nice one,” he chuckled, his voice tinged with sarcasm. “very original.” he shift beside you, his back against the rough surface of the boulder. the cool night air blew off the ocean, but it couldn’t quite reach the small space between you and sukuna. the warmth radiating from his body seemed to counteract any chill you might have felt.

you glanced over at him, your eyes catching on the way the moonlight illuminated his face, casting shadows across his sharp features. sukuna met your gaze, raising an eyebrow in a silent challenge.

you scoffed, rolling your eyes dramatically as you turned your head away from him. “fuck face,” you muttered under your breath, trying to sound as unbothered as possible despite the fluttering feeling in your chest. you didn’t look at him, but you could practically feel his amused gaze on you, sharp and unrelenting.

sukuna let out a low chuckle, clearly entertained by your attempt to act indifferent. “nice comeback,” he said with a grin, his tone teasing. he shifted slightly, his posture still relaxed as he leaned back against the boulder. despite the sarcastic edge in your words, the atmosphere between you two had somehow shifted, the tension from earlier dissolving into something more familiar. something that, despite how hard you tried to avoid it, felt oddly comfortable.

sukuna rolled his eyes dramatically by the comfortable, warm weird feeling, and yet, the corners of his lips twitching in amusement. “ugly duck,” he muttered, clearly trying to irritate you as much as possible. his tone was dripping with sarcasm, and it was clear he was enjoying the way your temper was starting to rise.

you scoffed again, your eyes narrowing at sukuna with an offended look, as if he had just committed an unforgivable sin against your family. “i do not,” you said firmly, voice laced with disbelief, as if the idea was completely absurd. the way you looked at him, like he’d just insulted your entire existence, made it clear that you weren’t about to let him get away with that cheap shot— glaring at him with all the seriousness you could muster.

sukuna raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he leaned back against the boulder, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “yes, you are,” he said confidently, his tone teasing and challenging, as if daring you to prove him wrong.

your eyes narrowed as you glared at sukuna, frustration bubbling up inside you. with a quick movement, you smacked his shoulder, your voice firm as you retorted, “i do not.”

the hit made sukuna frown slightly, clearly unamused by your defiance. his gaze hardened as he leaned in a little closer, then returned the gesture, hitting your shoulder back with a gentler force, almost playful. “yes, you are,” he insisted, his voice dripping with mock confidence.

after a bit of playful back-and-forth hitting, the air had finally cooled down, and the two of you settled on the blanket, both of you feeling the exhaustion of the night catch up. sukuna stretched out beside you, his arm sliding beneath his head as he stared up at the night sky. you mirrored his position, laying on your back, the soft sand beneath the blanket providing a bit of cushion.

the moonlight cast a gentle glow across the landscape, and for the first time that night, there was a quiet, almost peaceful stillness between you two. the sound of the waves crashing in the distance was calming, and for a brief moment, the tension from earlier seemed to fade away.

you stayed like that for a while, side by side, your thoughts swirling in the calmness of the moment. sukuna, ever the enigma, didn’t say a word either. his usual teasing and mocking had faded, replaced with the silence that seemed to hang comfortably in the air.

it was past three in the morning by now, and the world around you seemed to slow down. there was no rush, no need to speak—just the two of you under the vast, starry sky, each lost in your own thoughts but sharing the same space.

despite the petty fights and irritation that had built up throughout the evening, there was something oddly peaceful about this moment. the tension between you two seemed to dissipate in the quiet, the cool night air and distant waves offering a strange comfort. your breathing slowed, matching the calm rhythm of the world around you.

the silence was weirdly comfortable, almost soothing, in a way you hadn’t expected. you both lay there, gazing up at the night sky, the stars twinkling above like a scattered canvas of light. for once, the annoying back-and-forth banter was replaced by this tranquil quiet, and you couldn’t help but appreciate it. the warmth from sukuna’s body beside you, weird, but somehow bring you warmth.

you turned your head slightly, your gaze shifting toward sukuna. his frown was still firmly in place, even after all the teasing and playful hits. it seemed almost permanent, like an expression he wore without even thinking about it.

you let out a quiet sigh, your eyes drifting back to the waves crashing softly against the shore. with a hint of sarcasm, you said, “you’ll get old faster if you can’t stop frowning like that.” you didn’t even look at him as you spoke, just keeping your focus on the rhythmic movement of the water, but you could feel his presence next to you, the weight of his attention likely on you even without him saying anything.

sukuna’s frown didn’t shift an inch, as if the muscles in his face were permanently stuck in their grumpy position. he glanced over at you, not bothering to hide the annoyance in his voice. “what, you think some stupid facial expression will make me age?” he grumbled, his tone carrying an edge of irritation. “besides, i’d rather frown than wear a stupid smile all the time.”

you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his blunt response, the annoyance simmering beneath the surface of his words. with a sigh, you shook your head, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. “look, i’m not saying you need to walk around looking like some grinning idiot all the time,” you said, the sarcasm in your voice unmistakable.

shift slightly on your side, your finger poke his dimple. “but at least try not to look like you’re in a permanent bad mood, always so grumpy. it’s not a good look, sukuna.” you emphasized the last part, hoping he’d get the message, though you weren’t expecting him to suddenly turn cheerful.

sukuna growled lowly, his frown deepening at your words. “and what, you think you know what’s a good look?” he replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “maybe i like frowning. it makes people think twice before they mess with me, and it keeps the idiots away,” he muttered, though there was a hint of defensiveness in his voice.

he remained motionless, but his eyes narrowed as he looked at you, clearly not appreciating your advice or the way you were poking at him. “i can frown all i damn well please.”

you rolled your eyes dramatically at his response, the exaggerated gesture meant to get under his skin even more. “jeez, take a chill pill, will ya?” you quipped, your voice dripping with mock exasperation as you shifted to lay on your back again, gaze fixed on the stars above. unable to resist, you muttered just loud enough for him to hear, “bitch face,” a sly smirk tugging at the corner of your lips as you knew exactly what reaction you’d get.

sukuna’s eyes narrowed, and he rolled them in an exaggerated motion, clearly unimpressed by your comment. “go fuck yourself,” he shot back, his tone dry but laced with the barest hint of amusement, though he refused to let you see it. the tension between you both was charged, but in the way that felt more like a game than anything truly serious.

you chuckled softly, the sound light and teasing as you turned your head to look at him. “what should i when i have you, though?” you replied, your tone playful and laced with mock innocence. without missing a beat, you reached out and poked his side, grinning when he flinched just slightly at your touch.

sukuna growled, an annoyed sound that rumbled from his throat at your playful poke. he smacked your hand away, his eyes narrowing as he shot you a glare, as if warning you not to do it again. “are you done being a pain in the ass, or do i have to suffer some more of your genius jokes?” he grumbled, his voice dry with sarcasm. despite his words, there was a hint of amusement in his eyes, like he silently enjoyed the back-and-forth banter.

you snorted, the sound full of amusement as you raised your hands in mock surrender. “alright, alright, i’ll stop,” you said, your tone playful but with a hint of finality. you shifted your attention away from him, turning your gaze to the sea in front of you. the waves glistened under the moonlight, their rhythmic crash filling the comfortable silence between you two.

a small smile tugged at your lips as you let the peaceful night wash over you, your playful antics replaced with a quiet contentment. still, you couldn’t help but glance at sukuna out of the corner of your eye, half-expecting another sarcastic remark.

sukuna grumbled under his breath, muttering something unintelligible about how “impossible” you were. though you had promised to stop with your antics, he could tell you weren’t entirely done messing with him—it was in the way you carried yourself, that mischievous spark in your eyes that promised chaos at the worst possible moments. aside from his annoyance, sukuna stayed quiet, letting the cool breeze and the rhythmic crash of waves fill the silence between you.

he exhaled deeply, his breath forming faint clouds in the crisp night air as he leaned back on the blanket, eyes fixating on the stars scattered across the vast sky. for a moment, he let himself get lost in his thoughts, his usual scowl softening ever so slightly. everything about tonight felt absurd to him—ridiculous, even. this was only the second time he’d found himself alone with you, and yet somehow, you had managed to rope him into something so out of the ordinary, so unlike anything he’d normally do.

his gaze lingered on the constellations above, but his mind was far from serene. he couldn’t help but replay the events of the past few hours, each one more baffling than the last. it had started with your insistence on a late-night trip to the beach, dragging him out of whatever semblance of peace he’d hoped to enjoy for the night. you’d pestered him relentlessly, batting away his complaints with ease, until he finally caved. by the time he realized what he’d agreed to, you were already in the passenger seat, grinning as if you’d won some grand prize.

the two-hour drive to the beach had been another ordeal entirely— leaving all the responsibility to him while you fast asleep. he swore you’d consumed every ounce of patience he had before you even arrived. then, as if that wasn’t enough, you’d demanded he pay for your snacks—practically raided the convenience store, arms full of chips and candy—and didn’t even offer to share half of it.

but the crowning jewel of the night had been the chaos you caused at the parking lot— you shoving him toward a row of motorcycles. the chain reaction had been instant and catastrophic, a line of bikes toppling over like dominoes. before he could even process what had happened, a group of furious men had appeared, yelling and charging toward you both.

sukuna could still feel the adrenaline pumping from the chase, the way his hand had gripped yours as you both bolted for the rocks near the shore. and now, after all that chaos, here you were—lying next to him on a beach at four, almost five in the morning, wrapped in the chilly embrace of the ocean breeze, waiting for a sunrise that wouldn’t come for at least another hour.

he stole a glance at you out of the corner of his eye. you were staring out at the waves, your expression unusually calm, a small smile playing on your lips as if this had been your plan all along. sukuna frowned, his thoughts spiraling further. how the hell did you manage to drag him into these absurd situations? more importantly, why had he let you? he wasn’t the type to indulge anyone, let alone someone as unpredictable and insistent as you. and yet, here he was—on a beach at an ungodly hour, lying on a blanket, while you waited for a sunrise he didn’t care to see.

still, there was something about the quiet between you now, something strangely comforting, the feeling like he yearning the warmth. he wouldn’t admit it, not even to himself, but the silence wasn’t so bad. it was rare for him to feel this at ease with someone, even after a night as chaotic as this. sukuna’s eyes wandered back to the stars, his thoughts drifting between irritation and an odd sense of contentment. maybe you were impossible, but for reasons he couldn’t quite grasp, he didn’t mind it all that much.

sukuna glanced towards the horizon, the sky still mostly dark except for a thin band of color that had begun to form—the barely there hint of the sun’s impending arrival. with a heavy groan, he finally broke the silence, his voice low and slightly irritable. “why the hell did we have to wait for the sunrise again?” he asked, his tone heavy with frustration, but the underlying exasperation laced with a subtle warmth that betrayed his true feelings.

despite his words, sukuna didn’t attempt to leave, his gaze fixated on the early morning sky.

you let out a small sigh, not bothering to look at him as you answered, your voice casual but with a hint of amusement. “i’m bored,” you said, your eyes still fixed on the horizon, the sky still stubbornly blue with no trace of the sunrise. “i’ve always wanted to watch the sunrise. figured tonight was as good a time as any.”

you stretched slightly, feeling the coolness of the morning air nipping at your skin, but the warmth from sukuna’s presence still lingered beside you. despite the late hour and everything that had happened, you weren’t quite ready to leave yet. the quiet was peaceful, and you weren’t about to break it with another pointless argument.

sukuna’s scowl deepened at your nonchalant response, his eyes narrowing as he tried to make sense of your reasoning. “so you dragged me out here at one in the morning because you were...bored?” he grumbled, clearly not thrilled with the entire situation.

he fell silent for a moment, then spoke up again, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “don’t tell me you wanted to ‘bond’ too. maybe we can braid each other’s hair next and exchange secrets like little kids.”

you shot him a glare, your eyes narrowing in a mix of annoyance and amusement. “yeah, sure, sukuna,” you retorted, your tone laced with attitude. “i was thinking we could braid each other’s hair, sing kumbaya around a campfire, and share our deepest, darkest secrets. sound like a blast?”

you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the ridiculousness of his suggestion, your words dripping with sarcasm. despite the tension in the air, there was a hint of playfulness beneath your sharp retort. “maybe next time, we’ll make friendship bracelets while we’re at it ’cause you are my best friend.” sukuna’s smirk returned, but this time it was more subdued, as if he was both amused and slightly irritated by your response.

sukuna snorted at your sarcasm, his voice laced with amusement. “yeah, right. like i’m gonna sit around and act all buddy-buddy with you, braid your hair, and sing little campfire songs.” his tone was sharp, filled with his usual irritable edge, but there was something else beneath the annoyance—a hint of amusement that betrayed his true feelings.

he scoffed, rolling his eyes at the absurdity of the thought. “you’re delusional if you think i’d ever do any of that crap. in what world would i want to be friends with a pain in the ass like you?”

you couldn’t help but roll your eyes too, giving him a playful shove to the chest. “shut up, sukuna,” you scowled, your tone a mix of annoyance and amusement. “i don’t want to be friends with a grumpy bastard like you either.” you crossed your arms, a pout tugging at your lips as you glared at him, trying to hide the grin that was threatening to break through.

his sarcasm and irritation were so predictable, and yet, there was something strangely endearing about it, even if you’d never admit it out loud. still, you weren’t going to let him have the satisfaction of knowing that you didn’t mind his grumpiness quite as much as you let on.

sukuna growled in frustration, his scowl becoming even deeper. “i can’t believe i was stupid enough to agree to this whole damn thing.” he muttered, his irritation evident in the sharp edge of his voice. “not only did you drag me out here in the middle of the night, but now i have to sit here and freeze my ass off while we wait for this damn sunrise that might not even show up.”

he groaned, looking at you with an annoyed expression. “you’re impossible, you know that? this was all your messed up idea. i should’ve just stayed in bed.”

you continued to ignore him, staring straight ahead, your pout deepening as you refused to acknowledge his ranting. the coldness of the night air seemed to match your mood, and you weren’t about to give him the satisfaction of getting under your skin. sukuna could complain all he wanted; you weren’t budging.

sukuna huffed, his eyes narrowing as he glanced at you, but your silence only made his irritation grow. he rolled his eyes dramatically, looking down at his watch to check the time. past 5 a.m. already, and yet the sky still hadn’t changed much. he frowned as he let out another annoyed sigh, starting to push himself up on his elbows.

his gaze drifted around, trying to spot any sign of the sunrise, but as he scanned the horizon, his brow furrowed. something didn’t feel right. he looked up at the sky again, squinting as he took in the way the light still hadn’t shifted. it was then that he realized, with a sense of realization, that you two were on the east coast, not the west. the sunrise wasn’t going to happen from this direction.

he glanced at you with an exasperated expression, muttering, “you’ve got to be kidding me... we’re on the damn east coast. the sunrise is on the other side.”

sukuna’s expression twisted into something between disbelief and irritation as he glanced at you. “are you an idiot or what?” he snapped, his tone sharp as he finally gave in to his frustration. “did you seriously not know how the sun works? i can’t believe i got dragged all the way here to sit and freeze my ass off because you didn’t even realize we’re on the damn east coast.”

his gaze was burning with a mix of annoyance and exasperation, though beneath it, there was a slight edge of guilt creeping in. deep down, he knew he shouldn’t be putting all the blame on you, especially considering he had been the one to drive you to this beach in the first place. but his pride wouldn’t let him admit that. he crossed his arms, scoffing. “great, now we’re stuck here, waiting for a sunrise that’s never gonna come.”

you scoffed and rolled your eyes in disbelief, clearly unimpressed with his accusation. “really? you’re gonna blame me? you’re the one who drove, idiot,” you shot back, your pout deepening into a frown as you glared at him. “i was asleep the whole damn ride, and now you’re the one who doesn’t even know where you’re going. so yeah, i’d say you’re the idiot here.” you crossed your arms, your expression growing more annoyed as you continued to glare at him, the frustration clearly etched on your face.

sukuna seethed with annoyance, his scowl deepening at your words. he clenched his jaw, clearly not used to being talked back to like this. “oh, please. don’t act like you’re some kind of genius now,” he shot back, his tone sharper than before. “you were the one who dragged me out of my bed in the middle of the night for this. and you expect me to just automatically know everything about a place i’ve never been to before? you want this sunrise so damn much, why don’t you figure out how to make one materialize out of thin air?”

he grumbled under his breath, his scowl deepening as he looked out at the ocean again. the sky was still stubbornly blue, no sign of the sunrise in sight. sukuna huffed irritably, muttering under his breath. “this is bullshit.”

you didn’t say anything in response, your lips pressed tightly together as you continued to lie there, the disappointment clear on your face. your pout deepened, and you couldn’t help but feel hurt by his harsh words, especially since all you had wanted was to spend a moment to watch sunrise, even if it was a silly one.

his tone had stung more than you cared to admit, and the way he seemed to blame you for everything, despite it being a joint mess, only added to the weight on your chest. you stared at the sky slowly shape-shifted to light blue, trying to hold back the frustration that welled up inside you. for a moment, you wondered if it was even worth it.

sukuna remained stubbornly silent for a few moments, too, a mix of frustration and stubbornness brewing within him once he glaze your expression with his eyes. he couldn’t understand why you were taking this so personally, why the lack of the sunrise was bothering you so much. it wasn’t as if this was a life-or-death situation; it was just a damn sunrise. he scoffed softly, rolling his eyes before finally speaking up, his tone still sharp.

“you’re acting like a child, you know that? it’s just a sunrise, for god’s sakes. is it really that important to you?” his scowl deepened as he watched you remain stubbornly silent, clearly bothered by his words. he had never been one for sensitivity or empathy. to him, your reaction seemed completely overblown and absurd, especially considering the situation you two were in. sukuna snorted softly, shaking his head.

“seriously? are you gonna be like this because the sunrise isn’t here? we already wasted all night driving here, and for what? a damn sunrise. you’re acting like a spoiled little brat,” he muttered, his tone laced with disdain. “grow up already.”

you didn’t respond to his words, instead choosing to turn your body away from him. you laid on your side, your back facing him now, a small tremble running through your shoulders. you could feel the hurt deepening, his words stinging more than you expected. the tears fell quietly, sliding down your cheeks, and you sniffled softly, doing your best to suppress the emotions building up inside you.

you had always known what kind of person sukuna was—his harshness, his lack of care for anything that didn’t serve his interests. you had seen it in his interactions with others, like his younger brother, yuuji, and the way he treated your friends. you always figured you could handle it, that you could deal with him because, at least sometimes, you saw the more hidden parts of him, the small cracks in the tough exterior. but now, hearing his words and feeling the sting of them so directly, it hurt more than you had expected.

you knew you weren’t perfect, that maybe you had been a little demanding with the whole sunrise idea, but that didn’t mean you deserved to be treated like this. you stayed quiet, feeling the weight of his words as the night dragged on, the sky still stubbornly blue, but became lighter now, and the silence between you two growing thicker.

sukuna sat watching you, his annoyance mixing with a hint of confusion. he had no idea why you were reacting this way, why you seemed so hurt by his words. he couldn’t understand how something so small and foolish as a sunrise could cause this kind of emotional outburst.

he huffed softly, his tone still laced with irritation. “seriously? you’re crying over a sunrise?” sukuna muttered, his voice dripping with disdain. “are you that weak-hearted? you wanted to see the damn sunrise, we didn’t get to see it. so what? suck it up.”

sukuna’s gaze lingered on the back of your head for a long moment, his annoyance slowly giving in to a hint of curiosity. he couldn’t help but feel a nagging sense of wrongness in seeing you hurt like this—the way you lay there with your back turned to him and how your shoulders trembled. despite his hardened exterior, sukuna wasn’t entirely heartless, and deep down, he knew that maybe he had been harsher to you than he needed to be.

he sighed quietly, his expression unreadable, as he spoke up again, his voice softer this time. “oi, look at me.” his words were gentle, an unexpected shift from his usual harshness, as if he couldn’t stand seeing you in this state. he knew he had a responsibility to at least try to comfort you, if only a little. he had never been good with emotions, and expressing them was even more challenging, but he feel the sting in his heart just by thinking of him hurting you. sukuna’s gaze was fixed on your trembling form, waiting for you to turn around and face him, just for a moment.

sukuna’s gaze lingered on you for a long moment, his irritation slowly giving way to something more complicated. watching you curl up on the sand, your back still turned to him and your shoulders trembling still, also, stirred a strange, unwelcome sense of guilt in his chest. it wasn’t like him to care about things like this, but there was something about seeing you so small and vulnerable that twisted at his insides.

but you didn’t move. you stayed stubbornly silent, your quiet sniffles filled the air. sukuna frowned, his jaw tightening in frustration. he wasn’t used to this—dealing with emotions, his or anyone else’s. but he couldn’t just leave you like this, as much as he wanted to pretend it wasn’t his problem.

“tch.” sukuna clicked his tongue in annoyance, pushing himself to his feet. “let’s get you home,” he muttered, his tone clipped but lacking its usual edge. when you didn’t respond, he rolled his eyes and nudged your back with the tip of his shoe.

“come on,” he said, his voice a little firmer this time. still, you ignored him, refusing to so much as glance his way. sukuna let out another heavy sigh, crouching down beside you. his large hand wrapped around your arm, pulling you upright with little effort.

now sitting up, your face was finally visible to him—pouting, tear-streaked, and red from crying. the sight made him pause, his irritation faltering as he took in your miserable expression. “seriously?” he muttered, though his voice lacked its usual bite.

he didn’t say anything more, just started folding up the blanket you had brought, shoving it into your backpack with a quick, careless motion. sliding the strap over his shoulder, sukuna stood and glanced around. the sky was already bright blue, with faint rays of sunlight breaking over the horizon.

he looked back down at you, still sitting on the sand with your arms wrapped around your knees, your pout deepening. he sighed again, reaching down to grab the collar of your shirt and tugging lightly, forcing you to stand. “quit sulking,” he grumbled, though there was an odd softness to his tone. you sniffled quietly, still refusing to look at him as you stood beside him.

sukuna sighed softly, running a hand through his unruly hair as he studied your tear-streaked face. he couldn’t deny the pang of guilt that tugged at his chest at the sight of you so visibly upset even when he wanted to. he knew he had been harsh, but he also knew that he didn’t know how to express his feelings in a way that wouldn’t feel forced or awkward. sukuna wasn’t good at this, but he couldn’t just leave you there, still crying over the sunrise and his harsh words. finally, he sighed, muttering softly, “oi, enough with the waterworks.”

his tone was gentle, the sharp edge from earlier gone. sukuna didn’t have the patience or know-how to comfort you with words, but he decided to try actions this time. he stepped closer to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you gently against his chest. his embrace was awkward as if he was unsure of what he was doing. but sukuna held you there for a moment, silently hoping that the gesture might bring some semblance of comfort.

you felt the stiff, awkward warmth of sukuna’s arms around your shoulders, a gesture so out of character that it startled you. you froze for a moment, unsure of how to respond. his embrace wasn’t exactly comforting—it was clumsy and uncomfortable, more like he was experimenting with something foreign to him.

your brows furrowed in confusion as you gently pushed him off, stepping back to look at him with a bewildered expression. “what are you doing?” you asked, your voice tinged with disbelief. sukuna’s scowl returned instantly, the hint of softness from earlier vanishing in an instant. before he could retort, you wiped your tears with the back of your hands and turned away, muttering to yourself as you started walking toward the car.

he stood there, dumbfounded, watching you stomp off. his jaw tightened, and he muttered under his breath, “bitch.” shaking his head, sukuna strode after you, quickly closing the distance between you. without warning, he grabbed the back of your collar, halting your determined march.

“this way, idiot,” he growled, dragging you in the opposite direction. you stumbled slightly as he led you toward the other side of the beach, his grip firm but not rough. as you looked up, you noticed the familiar sight of the park where the car was parked. “could’ve just told me,” you muttered, still sulking but didn’t do anything.

sukuna’s scowl deepened at your comment, his frustration returning. “oh, i’m sorry,” he replied sarcastically, a hint of venom in his voice. “did i not make it clear enough for your tiny brain? and here i was, thinking i was doing you a favor, trying to comfort your annoying crying ass.” he let go of your collar, the frustration evident in his movements as he strode a few steps ahead, grumbling to himself. “you should be grateful for even getting a scrap of my attention. you’re lucky i bother with you at all, considering how pathetic you are.”

you scowled deepened too at sukuna’s cutting words, his sarcasm and venom hitting harder than you wanted to admit, again. but instead of snapping back, you stayed quiet, scrunching up your face in silent mockery. your lips curled into an exaggerated pout, your brows furrowed dramatically as you mimicked his grumpy tone in your head.

just as you thought you’d gotten away with it, sukuna abruptly stopped. it was as if he had a sixth sense for your antics—or maybe just really good instincts. he turned around swiftly, his crimson eyes narrowing suspiciously. you barely managed to wipe the mockery off your face, replacing it with a neutral expression that screamed innocence.

“what?” you asked, your tone feigned and sweet, as if you hadn’t just been pulling faces behind his back. his glare deepened, clearly not buying it. “don’t ‘what’ me,” he grumbled, his voice laced with irritation. he stepped closer, his hand reaching out to grab the back of your collar once more. his grip wasn’t rough, it was never rough, but it was firm enough to show he wasn’t in the mood for any more games.

“walk faster, idiot, before i leave your ass here,” he muttered, tugging lightly to get you moving.

you huffed but complied, grumbling under your breath as you quickened your pace to match his. “maybe i’d prefer staying here,” you muttered, low enough that you thought he wouldn’t hear. “keep talking, and i’ll make sure you stay,” he shot back without even turning, his sharp ears catching every word. you bit your lip to stifle a laugh, annoyed but secretly amused by how easily he picked up on your muttering.

despite his usual annoyance, sukuna opened the door for you, his movements slower than usual. he gently nudged you toward the car, his gaze heavy as he looked down at you. you met his eyes, expression a mixture of innocence and just overly too cute for sukuna’s liking.

he didn’t say anything, and for a moment, the silence stretched between you two. sukuna just gave a lazy glance, then shut the door behind you with a soft thud. without a word, he walked to the other side of the car and got in, the door closing with a faint click.

the car’s engine hummed to life, and for the first time, you could feel the tension between you both, but it was different—quieter, somehow, as if something unspoken lingered in the air.

the engine’s soft hum filled the car as sukuna pulled out of the park, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. the silence was thick, almost deafening in a way. sukuna’s hands gripped the steering wheel with a slight tightness, indicating his conflicted feelings of irritation and concern for your earlier emotional outburst.

he glanced at you from the corner of his eye, stealing glances every now and then. sukuna’s brow was still furrowed, a deep crease etched onto it. he couldn’t shake the strange feeling that he had let you down in some way.

8 am.

sukuna grumbled to himself, hands stuffed deep in his pockets as he walked away from your house. he couldn’t figure out why he had stopped the car here instead of just driving to his own place. it wasn’t like your house was that far from his, but now he had to walk home alone in the cold morning air, irritated by his own decision.

“stupid,” he muttered under his breath, cursing you and the entire situation. “dumbass car ride, dumbass emotions. should’ve just let her drive herself. stupid decisions.”

his mind was a mess, the events of the past hours replaying in his head. he couldn’t help but feel frustrated—he didn’t like this weird tension, the things he’d said and done. but it didn’t matter, right? it wasn’t his fault that everything was so damn complicated. “whatever,” he mumbled again, his words lost in the wind as he trudged forward, not bothering to look back.

the door of your house slowly creaked open, the old hinges protesting softly under the weight of the door. you cautiously glanced back at sukuna, the morning sunlight casting a warm golden hue on his figure. a small, almost invisible smile graced your lips as sukuna trudged forward, his muttering too low to be heard.

with a final glance in sukuna’s direction, you slipped into the house, the gentle sounds of the door closing behind you bringing a sense of relief. you leaned against the door, a newfound determination settling in your gut.

sukuna quickly stepped inside once he reached his house, shutting the door behind him with more force than necessary. he made his way to the kitchen, his heavy footsteps announcing his arrival. there, he found yuuji, his younger brother, perched on a stool with a bowl of cereal in front of him.

the pink-haired boy paused mid-bite, spoon hovering near his mouth as he noticed sukuna’s disheveled state. confusion etched across his face, yuuji asked, “where have you been?” his curious eyes followed sukuna, who was rummaging through the fridge with a deep scowl, muttering something unintelligible under his breath.

sukuna didn’t even give yuuji a glance as he grumbled, “don’t ask.” he started pulling open drawers, searching hastily for a box of cereal. sukuna’s annoyance was evident as he continued his search. yuuji’s curiosity grew, he didn’t dare ask what had happened, but the visible frustration on sukuna’s face hinted at something more. after a small silence, sukuna finally found what he was looking for, his hands clutching a box of cereal tightly as he started preparing a bowl.

the silence that followed didn’t last long. yuuji, much like you, wasn’t one to let sukuna’s grumpy behavior slide without a bit of teasing. a smirk crept across his face as he leaned forward slightly, resting his elbow on the counter. “rough night, huh?” he drawled, his tone laced with amusement.

sukuna shot him a warning glance but didn’t reply, choosing instead to focus on pouring cereal into the bowl. “what happened, nii-san?” yuuji pressed, his smirk widening. “get dumped or something?”

sukuna scowled at yuuji’s teasing, his grip on the cereal box tightening. he set the box aside with more force than necessary, causing the cereal to spill slightly. “mind your own damn business,” he growled, his annoyance evident. sukuna poured the cereal into the bowl, ignoring yuuji’s comment.

yuuji, a master of egging sukuna on, simply grinned, not ready to back down. he leaned closer, a playful smirk on his face. “c’mon, tell me. was it a woman? did you finally meet someone who can put up with your grumpy ass?”

sukuna rolled his eyes, exhaling sharply through his nose as he tried to maintain what little patience he had left. setting his bowl down, he glanced at yuuji with a mix of irritation and curiosity. “was your friend always like that?” he asked, mind wondering to you, his voice carrying equal parts annoyance and genuine inquiry.

yuuji blinked, his grin faltering slightly as confusion replaced it. “who?” he asked, tilting his head like a puppy trying to understand something.

sukuna groaned, picking up his bowl and smacking yuuji lightly on the back of the head with his free hand. “dumbass,” he muttered, shaking his head as he turned and walked out of the kitchen. yuuji rubbed the back of his head, watching his older brother leave with an amused pout.

as sukuna made his way to the stairs, he called over his shoulder, “don’t wake me up. i’m sleeping the whole damn day.” his voice echoed through the house, leaving yuuji huff in annoyance to himself in the kitchen. “what a drama queen,” yuuji muttered, going back to his cereal.

sukuna grumbled under his breath as he stomped up the stairs, his heavy footfalls announcing his mood. the mention of you had only served to sour his mood further, the weight of the night’s events heavy on his mind. he made his way to his room, the door shutting with a sharp thud as he locked himself inside. out the bowl of cereal down to the desk, sukuna slumped onto his bed, pulling a pillow over his eyes to block out the world and the annoying thoughts that insisted on intruding in his head.

with a resigned grunt, sukuna tossed the pillow aside and sat up, his mind still plagued by thoughts of the morning. he glanced at the clock, the early hours only adding to the irritation that lingered in his mind. sukuna’s eyes drifted to the nearby mirror, catching a glimpse of his reflection.

his usual slicked-back hair was disheveled, and a faint shadow of stubble had formed stubble, a testament to his restless night. sukuna’s gaze narrowed as he took in his frazzled appearance. “great,” he muttered, frustration creeping into his voice again.

sukuna took a deep, steadying breath as he tried to shake off his annoyance. he ran a hand through his messy hair, making an attempt to smooth it down. sukuna couldn’t help but scoff at his own reflection, “look at you, acting like a fool,” he muttered to himself, his tone laced with bitterness. “all this over what? a crying face and some childish banter?”

he knew the answer, but he didn’t want to admit it. he couldn’t shake the image of you in his head, your face etched in his thoughts. it was infuriating. sukuna let out a long, exasperated sigh, leaning back with a mix of frustration and defeat. the morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow in the room, but sukuna’s mood remained dark.

he tried to push the thoughts of you to the back of his mind, but your presence lingered, even in his room. sukuna had always prided himself on his ability to maintain his stoic exterior, but his encounter with you had managed to crack through that facade and now it was beginning to drive him insane. his fists clenched the sheets, the frustration boiling inside him.

sukuna let out a long, exasperated sigh, leaning back against the headboard with a mix of frustration and defeat. the morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow into the room, but it did little to brighten his mood. instead, the warmth only seemed to mock him, its brightness contrasting sharply with the storm raging inside him.

no matter how much he tried, sukuna couldn’t push the memory of you out of his mind. the sight of your trembling shoulders, the tears on your face, and the way you walked away without a backward glance haunted him. it gnawed at him, each memory more vivid than the last. sukuna had never been one to dwell on things, let alone feel guilt. but this? this was different. the words he had said to you, the harshness, the dismissal—it all felt wrong. he knew he had pushed you too far, but it was the way you had shut him out, the way you refused to even look at him, that cut him deeper than any punch could.

his fists clenched the sheets, frustration bubbling beneath his skin. why was he so affected by this? why did it feel like the world had shifted beneath his feet? sukuna had always prided himself on being unshakable, but with you, everything felt like it was slipping away.

he let out another sigh, trying to push the thoughts of you back down, but they wouldn’t stay buried. you were there, in his head, in his chest, in the silence that filled his room.

sukuna hated it.

and yet, he couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that he needed to make things right. he wasn’t sure how to, or even if he could, but the idea of leaving things like they were... it ate at him. the more he thought about it, the more he realized he couldn’t just walk away from this. not without trying.

so, after days of wrestling with himself, of letting the guilt twist him into knots, sukuna finally decided he couldn’t ignore you anymore. he had to find you, maybe.

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lovelynicho · 5 months ago

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Can you react &command to the fact that the reader initiates their intimacy for the first time? In terms of a kiss, hug and etc?

&team reaction - to you initiating intimacy for the first time

Pairing: &team x gn!reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: not proofread (I was lazy), nothing else ig but lmk if there is

Note: I wrote it in a way that the reader doesn't usually like physical touch, I hope it's okay; english is not my first language, I apologize for any mistakes

Masterlist

He's fond of physical touch so he would be soooo happy when you finally initiate some intimacy. It happened after a date. After dates K usually hugs you and kisses you and he planned to do the same this time too. Only if you weren't faster than him. You guys were still talking in his car. Talking about everything and nothing, laughing a lot just like after every date. You felt so happy with him, so.... in love. You just felt a sudden urge to kiss him so you did it. It caught him off guard but when you tried to pull a way he chased after your lips to capture them again. When you two stopped for air he just smiled at you because he knew it was a big step for you.

Fuma

Your relationship was still fresh, so you didn't have that much intimacy yet. Today you just had a rough day and you couldn't stop yourself from crying. All this while you already settled a date with Fuma, to watch a movie at your place, so you left the door open for him. But as you were crying you lost track of time and the next thing you hear is your boyfriend yelling a loud 'hello' in search of you. You tried to hide you tears but it was no use. He got really worried when he saw you so he sat on the bed, right next to you. The thought of hugging you too crossed his mind, but knowing you're not really into physical touch he wasn't sure if it was okay when you're in this state. He did try to calm you down by saying "it's okay to cry" and "you can tell me if you want to". But suddenly you just asked "Fuma, can I hug you?" He nodded with a soft smile, hoping he can make you feel better.

Nicholas

He understands why you don't like skinship that much (no he doesn't cuz why would you resist warm hugs, but he tries his best). Despite that, he initiates a lots of skinship, but always makes sure that you're okay with it. When you first initiated skinship, it was really sweet. Both of you were sitting on the couch at your place doing nothing together. You looked at him by some sudden urge, just admiring his beauty (cuz come on, he's beautiful) and you lead your gaze to his arm. His perfectly defined arm that is decorated by a scar, something that makes him even more unique. Without thinking you lay your head on his shoulder, this already surprised him. But he definitely wasn't prepared for what came next. You brushed your hand over his scar making a guitar string sound and then you just smiled at him, this act made him laugh so hard you tought you broke him. Then when he finished he just looked at you and said "you're so cute"

It was nothing special honestly. You two were hanging out at his place talking and doing nothing when suddenly you felt hungry. He offered to make both if you sandwiches and you'd be crazy not to accept it. But as he was in the kitchen, making food, he looked so beautiful. Eyes focused on what he was doing and his waist just looked so pretty, so inviting. So you went up behind him and hugged him. It caught him off guard because normally you don't do things like this. In fact, you have never initiated a hug between you too, or with anyone else. He even asked you if you were okay because it's just sooo not like you. You just laughed at his question confirming that you are indeed okay, he just looked really pretty and you couldn't resist.

Yuma

You guys went stargazing together. It was almost midnight and there was nothing around you, the whole environment was quiet and calm. Sometimes you talked, but otherwise you just layed next to each other looking at the sky, making wishes when you saw a shooting star. But you were getting sleepy. You didn't want to fall asleep out in the middle of nowhere but you did want to get into a more comfortable position. You didn't have any pillows though, so you decided to use your boyfriend as a pillow. More specifically, your boyfriend's chest. As soon as you laid your head on it, you could hear a soft laugh coming out of Yuma. "I knew you wouldn't be able to hold yourself back from touching me for long" he said between laughs, but this playful statement of his earned him a soft slap from you.

He's shy. Like VERY shy. So I feel like it would be really awkward for a while with him. It would be just hugs and pecks on the lips for a long time because neither of you was brave enough to initiate more. And even those hugs and pecks were started by him. He even felt a little worried that you don't actually want to be with him. But one day on your date you felt courageous so you decided it was time to finally do something. It was a movie date when you came out from the cinema you guys still had some of your shared popcorn. You guys were talking about the move you just saw while you ate all the remaining popcorn. And by 'you' I mean you alone. When you realised there's no more left you just looked at him and suddenly kissed him. It was a longer kiss, but all soft. Then you said "sorry, I thought you deserve something since I ate all the popcorn". But he didn't even think about that, he was busy becoming a tomato.

Harua

It takes him time to start initiating intimacy too, so he understands you. Still he was the first one to initiate holding hands, hugging and kissing. You were comfortable with it, you just didn't know how to initiate these kinds of things. One time you and your boyfriend went to the nearby coffee shop for a date. You were waiting and finally your lattes arrived. You guys were chatting nicely and your boyfriend started to drink his coffee, but the cream stayed on his lips. That seemingly stayed unnoticed by Harua. You were thinking about how to tell him that he has some cream on his lips when suddenly you had a better idea. So while he was telling you about a cat he met the other day you just leaned in and kissed him. The action took him by surprise because you have never been so straightforward about a kiss before, but he had to admit that it was really cute. (It's so cliché I'm sorry sksksk)

Taki

He seems like his love language is physical touch. So it was a little hard for him to get used to the fact, that you're not really into it. Even when you two end up cuddling or kissing or just hugging, it is always him who initiates it. So the first time you hugged him he got so happy, he ended up picking you up and spinning you with that adorable smile of his on his face. After he put you down he would apologise in case that action was too much for you. When you tell him that it was okay and he's really cute and even hug him again he just carries you to the couch or bed (whichever is closer) and you two end up cuddling for hours.

Maki

I think his love language is physical touch. It would probably be hard for him to completely understand how you're not really into touching and stuff. He might end up starting to initiate less skinship because he wants to respect your boundaries. But you wanted to cuddle him, wanted to kiss him you just didn't know how you should start it. Once you were at his place, watching a movie. You just left for more snacks and when you came back you thought that now is a good time to cuddle him. So when you went back to the couch you put the snacks on his lap and then sat close to him, close enough to be able to lay your head on his shoulder. Maki, noticing your intention, put his arm around you and you guys just continued to watch the movie, but your boyfriend felt exceptionally happy just from your small gesture.

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revelboo · 1 month ago

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I'm soooo obsessed with 'Skin and Bones' it makes me look stupid. I daydream about it at work lmao. Honestly fantastic

For me, it’s as fun to write soft Megatron as it is to write feral TFP Megs. Mass displaced mech 18+ 🌶️

Skin and Bones Pt 9- extended cut

IDW Megatron x Reader

Servos trembling as they curl into fists, he shrugs off Soundwave’s hand on his shoulder. Knows the communications officers is concerned, but the energon splattered on his hands and chassis isn’t his. It rarely ever is.

“Leave me,” he growls, wishing he could gentle his tone. But that fury is a living thing inside his spark. Another failed coup to put down. It’s not like it’s anything new, but he’s just so tired of it and violence is the only way to keep his throne. The only thing his followers respect and he hadn’t been able to temper his blows, because betrayal always brings out the worst in him. Those memories always too close to the surface.

Drags him right back to the gladiator pits, struggling and clawing just to survive, because one wrong move will cost his life. Never being able to relax, not even during recharge. Being the strongest had placed a target on his head. Made him plenty of enemies.

And finally alone, that rage shakes him, sinking into his spark. Because everything he’s done has been for them. Fighting for freedom, to not be leashed by the aristocracy ever again. Dragging his chair away from his desk, he slings it across the room. Wants to tear the walls down around him, but it’s the sharp cry from his berth that freezes him. Chains that fury.

Spark constricting as he realizes he’d forgotten all about you. Head turning, he finds you pressed against the wall on his berth, eyes wide with fear. Seeing the real him for the first time, the angry mech who’d fought so hard just to survive, who’d grown bitter and determined. And you’re terrified.

“Little one,” he growls, voice too rough still as he approaches. The chair didn’t land anywhere near you, but he’s been so careful to not show you the worst of him, because around you he can relax. Remember that there were times before the fights that weren’t easy by any means, but were almost happy. Companionship found with the other miners, a sense of family that had been taken from him. Reaching out a hand, he doesn’t try to touch you as you flinch back, little hands curled against yourself. Afraid if he tries to touch you, it’ll send you running. And he’s afraid of what he’ll do in turn if you reject him. He’s just so tired of it all, but you give him comfort. A little spot of trusting warmth.

Eyes shiny, you look from his outstretched hand to his face. Slowly letting out a breath and coming to him to lay a warm palm on his servo. Still trusting him even if you’re scared.

“Everything okay?” You ask, looking up at him as a single tear slides down your cheek and you reach up to scrub it away. Afraid, but asking him if he’s okay and your concern aches in his spark.

Knows how dangerous it is after the brawl he’d just had. If anyone comes looking for him, if they get past their fear and come at him together? Knows he shouldn’t risk it even as he places his ped on the berth, leaning forward and mass shifting. Closing the distance between you as he shrinks and seeing your eyes widen as he carefully grips your little hand. Even like this, you’re so much smaller than he is, fragile. But as you look up at him, he’s snared by those eyes, the little flecks of color in them he’s never noticed.

“You’re little. Smaller,” you whisper with a soft, awkward laugh, eyes dropping to stare at his hand gripping yours. “Didn’t know you could do that.”

He needs to see those eyes again, his free hand reaching to cup your soft cheek and tip your face up. Feeling when you lay your palm on his hand as he slides a servo along your cheek. Accepting his touch despite the faint tremor he can still feel, those trusting eyes seeing him. The good and the bad, and not running. Venting sharply when his touch leaves a smear of energon on your cheek, marking your skin with his sins.

Because that’s what he’s always done, isn’t it? Every time he reaches out, he just ends up destroying what he’s trying to protect.

He’s frozen, those red optics fixed on his servos against your cheek as you try to calm your racing heart. That had been the other side of the coin, the vicious warlord that the Seekers had whispered about. Feared. Red optics glowing, denta bared as he’d seized his chair in energon wet hands and thrown it. That hatred twisting his face mixed with despair, cutting you so deeply, piercing the fear.

Those wet servos are touching you, dampening your skin. And he’s just staring, venting raggedly like he’s about to lose it all over again. That’s what makes you catch his hand between both of yours when he tries to snatch it away. Eyes dropping as he hesitates and you pull, turning yourself so your back is to him, his arm under yours and pinned to your body. So you can examine that big hand. “I like when you touch my cheek or play with my hair,” you begin, unsure of how to say what you need to, what he needs to hear. Playing with a servo to curl it slightly and amazed that he’s letting you. “These hands don’t scare me, they’re warm against me when I sleep. They’re strong, but they keep me safe.”

“They destroy, too,” he murmurs.

He’s so close he’s almost touching you and you feel the warmth of him when he vents and it stirs your hair. “Mine can, too.”

He huffs out what might be a bitter laugh at that, but he would think you’re too little, too fragile to do any harm. Giving in, you lean back into him. Soaking in his warmth and safety and realizing how attached to him you are. That you like that rumbling voice, like those big, gentle hands. It’s not like you’d ever deluded yourself into thinking he was safe, but he’d made you feel seen and cherished. He’d felt safe even knowing what he was and what he’s capable of.

“I’m not afraid of you.” Tugging his hand up, you press a kiss against the center of his palm. You can’t look at him, can’t risk seeing the surprise or worse, the disgust on his face. Cause to him, you’re a pet. A weird little alien he adopted as his. So you brace yourself when he turns you, those red optics searching your face.

“You should be,” he says, cupping your face in those warm hands. “I terrify myself.” And his head dips, his mouth brushing against yours.

More of a question than a kiss, a warm stroke of his lips against yours and he’s lifting his head. Going up on tiptoes as warmth spreads through you, you catch his helm and drag him back so you can mold your own mouth to his. Wanting this, him even though it’s crazy. You’re two very different species, but being held by him, drowsing to the thrum of his spark under you, it feels like coming home. And you want all of it. Want to hang on with both hands so you’re not left alone again, because after him? You might not survive that loneliness.

His glossa slides against the seam of your lips entering when you part for him. Those big hands sliding over you, dragging you closer as your feet leave the ground. His mouth moves against yours in a hungry demand and one of his arms cages you to him.

Your mouth is all heat and hunger against his, those soft hands clinging to him as if afraid he might stop. Even if he’d wanted to, he’s not sure he could now. Because you’d reached out, taken what you wanted and given him permission to do the same. No, there’s no stopping until he takes everything he can, loses himself in whatever comfort you’ll allow him. Because you? There’s no conniving or plotting in those warm eyes. Pinning you to his frame, he goes down on his knees and lays you down under him, head lifting slightly so he can find those eyes. Reassure himself that he can have this without destroying what little he has.

“Don’t go,” you whisper, face flushed as you reach for him and how can he deny you?

Slowly so he doesn’t scare you, he finds the bottom edge of your shirt and slides it up to reveal soft skin. “I’m here,” he says and you smile faintly, little hands moving to help him strip you. And only then, bare underneath him, do you avoid his optics as he surfs a palm against you, mapping you out with his servos. “Look at me.” It’s a demand and not as gentle as he’d meant, but you hesitantly meet his optics. “We’re very different.”

“I know,” you say, reaching up to skim your fingers over his chassis in barely there touches. As if not sure if you’re allowed.

Catching your wrist, he presses your palm more firmly against him. “I like those differences.” Shifting slightly, he continues his slow exploration. Finding where he can touch you to make you shiver, squirm away, or gasp. Then his servos find you, cup you and stroke that wet heat. Realizing that as different as you are, it feels like you’re made for him as he presses a servo inside you and you arch. Primus, help him as he frees his spike. Needing to be buried deep inside you even as he strokes that servo deep.

“Don’t stop,” you protest when he pulls his hand away and he laughs softly. He can’t even if you asked him to as he shifts to cover you. Little eyes widening as you feel his spike slide against you, then slowly press inside. “Oh.”

You’re so tight and wet wrapped around his spike as he sheaths himself. He can feel you clench on him before you relax and soften as he cups your cheek. Rocks himself against you with a growl, savoring the feel of you. “I love those differences,” he snarls, beginning to move against you. Hips driving urgently against yours, still wound up with that anger from earlier. Taking that frustration out on you, claiming you rougher than he intended. And you hold onto him, murmuring against his neck. Right there, please, his name, falling almost mindlessly from your lips against the mesh of his neck. Accepting him even like this when you deserve gentle and soft.

And when you cry out and tighten on him, he keeps rutting against you. Denta bared as he thrusts and chases you over that edge. Feeling you milk his spike as he buries himself deep and releases. Claiming you as his. Needing you and those soft hands that had reached out, those eyes that had seen him and not turned away. Knows he doesn’t deserve you, but wants to hold onto this as long as you’ll trust yourself to him, because you feel more like home than anywhere he’s ever been.

#transformers x reader #megatron x reader #idw megatron

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takamiwife · 1 month ago

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hawks x pregnant reader?... either his kid or someone else's doesn't matter, as long as he's loving sweet and spoiling tf out the baby ❤️ he would be soooo good w postpartum care. im sure he's helped deliver kids in emergency situations - 🌕

thank you for the request! this is adorable <33 sorry this took a while </3 schools been kicking my ass

but anyways

this man is literally meant to be a father

when you told him you were pregnant, his reaction was: “we’re having a baby?” (shocked) -> “we’re having a baby?” (terrified) -> “we’re having a baby?!” (over the moon ecstatic)

your pregnancy wasn’t planned, so admittedly he was very nervous. he always expected to have kids when he had taken a load off of his hero work, and as soon as you asked if you two should reconsider, he immediately stopped you

“no, no, no. i’m.. i’m ready. as long as you are.”

of course he wifed you up IMMEDIATELY

he can’t have you walking around with his baby without a ring on your finger!

for a short period of time, it was extremely stressful and hectic. you wanted to get your wedding done early on in your pregnancy so you could still fit into your dream dress, and keigo was balancing trying to work a lot to try and make the city the most secure he could for when the baby arrived while also wanting to be home with you, but you two found a way to do it. you postponed your honeymoon until a few months after the baby was born (hey, you’d need it then anyways), so the beginning of your marriage was filled with baby-proofing your now shared apartment and setting up a nursery

everyday when he’d wake you up, he’d kiss you on the forehead, then on your growing bump

this man would come home EVERYDAY with baby stuff, “i saw it in a store while on patrol, wouldn’t this be perfect?”

plus, he’d find the exact vitamins you should take and got them for you, wanting you and the baby to be as healthy as possible

he’d insist you don’t lift a single finger, especially since you went through a lot of stress early on with rapidly planning your wedding, but you convinced him to let you be able to help with the baby’s room

whenever you two are alone together, his hand is like, CONSTANTLY on your stomach

he cried when he felt the baby kick

you guys would celebrate every trimester with a little cake with candles on it

you often got late night cravings, and you always told him not to worry about it, but he insisted because he just so happened to be craving the same thing, so it really wasn’t a problem

rubs your back and holds your hair during morning sickness, and is so patient with you with mood swings

when you really started to show and you couldn’t fit into your old clothes, you broke down crying about how you felt so bad about yourself, and he was genuinely so confused because you had never looked more beautiful to him

nevertheless, he took you out shopping the next day for maternity clothes

he’d love buying onesies and bringing them home to “show off” to the baby, aka holding the onesie up to your stomach

“just remember that daddy picked this one out for you, not mommy, so this one has to be your favorite, okay?”

“you are gonna be the best dressed baby in town”

he’d also have the room filled with toys

“oh, i just saw it in a store window and thought it’d be perfect”

you actually had to stop him bc you were quickly running out of room

he’d have your hospital bag packed and ready by the door a month and a half before you were due

so when your water broke, this man was READY

he was right next to you the whole time, encouraging you and letting you squeeze his hand as hard as you needed

so when the baby was finally born, you handed them to him, and he was so, so scared

it all suddenly felt so real

and the baby looked like a perfect combination of the two of you. but they had your eyes. your perfect, loving eyes

he tried to bite back the tears as he gently brushed his finger along the baby’s face

“hey there.. i’m your daddy.. nice to finally meet you, you’ve been giving your mommy lotsa problems these past few months, kiddo.”

he’d kiss their head, still trying to hold back tears. he promised himself that he would be the best goddamn father he could be. better than his deadbeat dad ever could be. your baby would never doubt that they were loved, they’d never wonder where there next meal would come from, and they sure as hell would never be scared of him

postpartum was a bit hard for you, but keigo was there every step of the way. he was a boat in a dark sea, and you knew that you weren’t going through it alone. he got as much time off of work as he could to try and be there for you and the baby, but he still never felt like it was enough

he’d always make sure you knew you were absolutely adored no matter what your brain was telling you, and made sure to take as many of the responsibilities off of you as possible on particularly hard days

not once did you get up at night to feed them or change their diaper. he would always immediately turn the baby monitor off, creeping quietly down the hallway to their room, and would stay with them as long as it took for them to get back to sleep. he was used to having a fucked up sleep schedule, so this was no problem for him

he takes pictures constantly

everyone at work is constantly getting updates on the baby, and you guys started taking monthly family photos, which he rotates out on his desk

you guys know how (unfortunately) a lot of women have to beg their husbands to take care of the baby so they can go shower?

well that’s not you

as soon he gets home, he scoops the baby up, telling you that it’s your time now

“i’ve been gone all day! it’s my turn with the baby, go on, i already started the bath for you” and the bathroom has lit candles, a bath bomb in the warm tub, and one of those little bathtub desk things for a drink and an ipad (yall pls know what i’m talking about 😭)

it’s a constant competition for the baby saying “mama” or “dada” first

one day, the baby just would not. stop. crying. no matter what you guys did, it seems that they would never cease. overstimulated and running out of ideas, keigo strapped a baby wrap to his chest and stuck them in it

“keigo, what are you doing?”

“we’re goin’ for a ride. it always helps me calm down”

“wh- you can’t take the baby flying!”

“they’re my kid, they’ll be fine!”

“oh my god- okay, don’t go too fast, or i swear to god-“

“relax, baby, i got this” he flashed his charming smile at you, and you only sighed

“be back in one piece, okay?”

despite being known as the man who’s too fast for his own good, keigo enjoyed a calm, slow flight. as soon as he hit the air, the baby seemed to immediately stop crying; and as the baby looked up at him with those big, round eyes, keigo realized just how lucky he was to be able to fall in love with those eyes twice in his life

“there ya go kiddo, i knew you just needed some air. just like your dad, hm?”

and he had never felt more proud

#bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #bnha keigo #keigo takami #mha hawks #mha takami keigo #bnha hawks #hawks #hawks x reader #keigo x reader #keigo x you #hawks headcanons #keigo takami x reader #takamiwife #keigo x y/n

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sweetheartsaku · 2 months ago

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(HQ) i'll do the dishes we'll carry the load

𝜗𝜚 HAIKYUU!! VARIOUS: 𝓛ANTANA.

a/n: [fem!reader] i have 3 wips in my drafts but i chose to start a whole new one 😎

— characters : atsumu, iwaizumi, sakusa, osamu

atsumu miya ; dance with you tonight - laufey

ATSUMU MIYA GET BEHIND ME to all the people who say atsumu treats all girls like trash, (LOUD BUZZER NOISE) it is such a common headcannon he's a mommy's boy?? such a common headcannon that the twins grew up with their mother?? hello?? would most definitely treat you beyond well ⁽⁽(੭ꐦ •̀Д•́ )੭*⁾⁾ !!

bites his straw omg. samu HATES it, especially when they’re sharing drinks then he finds his fresh beverages straw on its last thread. does the same with you unintentionally, making it literally impossible to drink from LMAO. its atsumu so i let it pass

has a dimple on his left cheek, matching with his twin brother whose dimple is on the right!!! he loves when you kiss and poke it. whenever he's focused, he bites his cheek, and you can see the little dimple there too.

gets you so many little trinkets and souvenirs from when he goes to away-games, always thinking of you!! sends you pictures of sunsets he sees, gets you seashell necklaces and ones with your initials except you get his and he gets yours ♡ bokuto and hinata also try help him, but the best they could pick up was a pebble the same colour as your eyes.

"you wanna kiss me soooo bad"

hajime iwaizumi ; super rich kids - frank ocean

put his hands on your head or waist when your close or about to hit something.. like you could be getting something from under the table and his hand would protect the spot where you could hit your head on 😖💞 same thing with your waist, always holding it close so you don’t bump into strangers on the road

strong believer of sidewalk rule. will switch your places EVER so gently (IWAIZUMI HAJIME THE MAN YOU ARE). loooooves slithering his hands around your waist and adooooores the pudgy stuff under your shirt. he just finds every inch of you beautiful from the bottom to the top!!! (he js like me frfr u is gorjus bae)

would carry you when your feet/heels hurt. the INSTANT he hears a slight groan of pain he will actually already be down there unbuckling the clip of the heel LMAO. props you up on his back and holds you up with so much pride.. his favourite heels to unbuckle are valentino’s and ysl. got the valentino’s for you on your 3rd year anniversary and the ysl on your 4th. maybe he’s gonna get on one knee while he’s down there too

smells like an insane amount of axe body spray unfortunately.. sorry iwa enthusiasts

kiyoomi sakusa ; coming home - beabadoobee

really loves claw clips. whether it be on you, or on himself and literally just in general. really loves when you wear the pearlier colours, especially teal and lime mixed with yellows etc... he also likes the clips on himself when he's cleaning

haircare routine goes HARD!! always having 2 lathers of shampoo, 1 layer of conditioner then another layer of leave-in conditioner, protection products and after allat he has curl serum (he does it with a scalp massager too btw)

keeping the kita shinsuke + sakusa kiyoomi crocheting agendas up rn. as a kid his family was always prioritised with work at the hospital so he'd always just sit in the corner of the waiting room with his thoughts, till one day this elderly lady who always had weekly checkups would teach him how to crochet. he made things for his family, but they never accepted/used it, so he just stopped after elementary school. but ever since he met you, he suddenly felt his hands tug towards the hooks a little harder

favourite scents are lime and herbs, but not together. likes lemon and lime sprays, window cleaner and wipes. secondly, loves herbs because it reminds him of the grandma that taught him to crochet 🥹(screaming, crying, wailing, throwing up, bashing head on wall.)

would peel your pomegranates (he hates messes)

osamu miya ; a piece of you - nathaniel constantin

found you watching those wax slime/asmr/clay cracking/mini foods/recipes on tiktok/mukbangs ONCE, and ever since then he's been a tad more dedicated to making special sweet treats for you after closing at onigiri miya ♡

this is like on the verge of ick and cute, but he likes to boop your nose with flour or your hand while you're baking. ya'll could be kneading impossibly close, and he'll sprinkle a bit of flour on you or randomly boop your nose 😭

always carries hair ties for you. in the kitchen he can’t have them on, but anywhere else he has one on him. since he basically lives in the kitchen, he’d prefer you to just stay there with him instead LMAO. the “anywhere else” in question is wherever you desire... but adores trying new cuisines with you. the hair tie helps tie your hair back while you eat btw <3

his hands smell like dishwashing liquid, even after the endless lathers of strong candy apple hand-soap, the scent of the liquid still lingers on his hand! you can smell it when you hold it on movie nights, or kiss it goodnight hehe

has a dimple on his right cheek, except his dimple is way deeper than atsumu's. you can see it when he chews

would peel your oranges

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu drabble #atsumu x reader #iwaizumi x reader #sakusa x reader #osamu x reader

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feefivefoe · 4 months ago

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I fear that they would figure me out too quickly. I am so easily manipulated by someone acting pathetic 😔😔

The whole little brother act by Damian would get to me sooner or later and I fear that although Tim is 19, I would feel bad if he came to me after a "nightmare" 😞😞

I just hope that they don't play dirty, because I would be COOKED 😭😭

No you're so valid. I too like to baby pathetic meow meows.

But in my head, reader has to be unempathetic and uncaring because you don't live long in a city like Gotham by being sympathetic.

Caring about people is for those who have the luxury of resources to share. Bleeding hearts get snuffed out. And while reader isn't clinging to life, they aren't going out of their way to get killed.

But unfortunately for folks like you, at least half of the batboys are willing to be pathetic if it means getting the upper hand.

Dick and Tim have no shame. Both of them will cry while clinging to you about just how WORRIED they were about you. And how SAD they are that you HATE them soooo much! Won't you give your dear brothers just a sliver of affection?

Dick will try to monopolize you at times by being physically clingy. The others are just so much more touch adverse, and his love language is physical touch! He's just so sad that he can't properly express how much he loves his siblings! Won't you let him give you the affection he had failed to give for so long? He has so much to make up for! 🥰🥰🥰

Tim is a little more adaptable. Rather than pushing you into the mold he makes, he molds himself to your sympathetic nature. Not only did he have a nightmare, but he just finds it so hard to sleep while he's thinking about all the bad things happening in Gotham...won't you let him sleep in your room? Being around his (now) favorite sibling helps keep his mind at rest! And he's so sleep deprived...don't you want your little brother to get some rest? 🥺🥺🥺

Damian and Jason are much more reluctant to join in. They have more pride than that. And while Jason might be willing if you were mad at him like you were the others...he's already your favorite, he doesn't need to stoop so low. If he does find your attention slipping, he might 'unintentionally' trauma dump about how his death felt, his final thoughts, how the pit makes him feel...inhuman. About how Bruce made him feel abandoned, just like he did to you. What better way to firmly strengthen his position than trauma bonding, right?

Damian takes the longest to come around. Sure, he's the baby. And sure, he kind of played into it by insisting on strengening your familial bond. But he isn't a child! (Damian, you literally are-)

While the others infantilize themselves in a way to get your favor, Damian does it by doing the opposite. Don't look at him as somebody who needs coddling! He's going to look after you, because you're the one who needs him, not the other way around. You live such a better life now that he found you and got the others to bring you home. He'd never admit it, but he's envious of the attention the others get, but isn't willing to throw away his pride to do the same. He does have an advantage by being the youngest. You can't help but naturally baby him a little! And the scowl and scolding he gives every time does nothing to deter you!

#neglected batfam #bat tag #yandere batfam #neglectful batfam #yandere batboys

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pandorxxx · 2 years ago

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Tamed

Neteyam (21) x metkayina fem reader (20)

Warnings: SMUT THE HOUSE, cursing, hair pulling, pinning, p in v, oral (for like 2 seconds), intense orgasms, (DOM NETEYAM AND IM NOT KIDDING), edging.

🔞Minors, do not interact🔞

“Bro, where is my fucking girlfriend, I’ve been trying to find her all day!” Lo’ak whined, trailing behind Neteyam as they walked towards the beach.

“Baby bro! Were you not listening when she said her and y/n had training all morning?” Neteyam chuckled, looking back at Lo’ak briefly before turning back around.

“I miss her. I just can’t get enough!” Lo’ak joked, fake crying with a hand over his heart. Neteyam rolled his eyes, laughing loudly.

“You just saw her last night!” Neteyam chuckled, gesturing calmly as he kept a steady pace in-front of his brother.

“Bro, do you not realize we lucked up on the hottest girls here! And they just so happened to be sisters?” Lo’ak sighed with joy, shaking his head with a smile.

“You’re soooo ungrateful.” Lo’ak spoke sarcastically, catching up to Neteyam.

“Oh, trust me! I’m definitely gratef-” Neteyam started, but was quickly cut off by you screaming at Tsireya in the middle of the beach.

“Y/n, You’re such a BITCH!” Tsireya shouted at you, gesturing wildly.

“You stole MY TOP, and I’m the bitch?!” You screamed, pushing her back lightly.

“Should we stop them?” Lo’ak asked, watching intently as the scene unfolded before him. Neteyam was conflicted. This was you and your sister, surely you wouldn’t try to really hurt your sister, right? Besides he really didn’t wanna get involved.

“Just give it a minute.” Neteyam spoke, holding his arm infront of lo’ak as he watched closely, waiting for the moment when he had to split you two up.

“I don’t even see what the big deal is! You weren’t wearing it ANYWAY!” She replied in anger, pushing you back. You stumbled back alittle before balling your fists up, eyes full of rage.

“IT DOESNT MATTER! the point is you went in MY CLOSET AND TOOK IT! GIVE IT BACK NOW!” You roared, shaking in anger as you tried your best not to strangle her in-front of everyone.

“NO!” Tsireya projected, crossing her arms. That was the last straw for you as you watched your hand fly across her face, sending her to the ground. Everyone around gasped, watching the handprint form on Tsireya’s face.

“Bro! get your fucking girlfriend. She just slapped mines silly!” Lo’ak yelled, running over to Tsireya. Neteyam pursed his lips in anger, walking over to you two.

“I- ahg! Fucking told you to give -ngh! me my shit back!” You grunted, choking your sister out as you straddled her.

“I-it’s not that SERIOUS!” Tsireya struggled, trying to flip you off of her, but you were too far gone in your own anger.

“IT IS THAT SERIOUS! DONT TOUCH ME STUFF!” You shouted, shaking her neck with every syllable before sending another hand across her face, even harder than the last time.

“Alright get off now!” Lo’ak shouted from behind you, trying to pull you off by your waist, but you swiftly pushed him back, making him fall to the ground. Instantly you felt two strong hands snake under your armpits, pulling you off of your sister with such ease.

“ENOUGH!” Neteyam growled, holding you back by your waist as you desperately tried to get to your sister.

“I HATE YOU!” Tsireya cried, standing to her feet with the help of lo’ak, still lunging towards you.

“I HATE YOU MORE!” You hissed, punching neteyams arm to get out of his grasp. He grabbed your tail, wrapping it around his forearm before yanking it hard. You yelped in pain, immediately stopping all movement. Lo’ak watched, instantly following neteyams lead as he yanked tsireya’s tail. Lo’ak bent down to Tsireya’s ear whispering to her as Neteyam did the same to you.

“You’re in fucking public! Calm down!” Neteyam muttered through gritted teeth.

“But she stole my toooopppp!” you whined, stomping your foot in anger like a child. He gripped your tail tighter, making you hiss in frustration.

“What did I tell you about hissing at me? HUH?!” He roared in your ear, grabbing your arm tightly.

“Tsireya is the LEAST of your worries now!” He spat, spinning you around to throw you over his shoulder. He glanced back at lo’ak dragging tsireya away by her hair.

“HANDLE THAT!” Neteyam growled, pointing to lo’ak. Lo’ak looked back briefly, still dragging Tsireya away.

“AND TAME THAT WILD ANIMAL OF YOURS!” Lo’ak chuckled, yanking Tsireya harder before turning away.

The walk to your hut was filled with kicking and screaming as you desperately tried to get Neteyam to put you down. You finally made it, as he slammed the door behind him, placing you on the ground.

“What the fuck is your problem? Why are you fighting your sister like that?” He asked surprisingly calm, with his hands on his hips. You paced back and forth, face balled up in anger.

“I TOLD YOU! SHE STOLE MY FUCKING TOP! AND YOU JUST TOOK HER SIDE!” You screamed, still pacing back and forth as your arms crossed around your chest.

“I DID NOT! bottom line is, you cannot CHOKE your sister out!” He shouted, gesturing angrily as he watched you burn a whole in the ground.

“TIS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!” You shouted sternly, stopping all movement as you watched him cross his arms.

“Ohhh, but it is my business! YOU ARE MY BUSINESS!” He growled, hitting his chest with force.

“Fuck you, Neteyam. Get out.” You whispered with a clenched jaw, pointing at him before turning around. His eyes grew narrow, tilting his head as he huffed with each breath.

“What did you say to me?” He whispered, walking closer to you at an agonizingly slow pace. You turned around, meeting him halfway.

“I said GET OUT!” you yelled, hitting his chest hard, but of course he didn’t budge, not even an inch.

“No! The first part. Repeat that FIRST PART.” He commanded, turning his head slightly to hear you clearly.

“FUCK…Y-”you were cut off by neteyams strong hand wrapping around your neck with much force, almost knocking the wind out of you.

“Now, I’ve let you scream at me, HISS at me, hit me, but I draw the line at blatant disrespect, princess.” He whispered with low growls rumbling in his chest, as he was only inches away from your lips.

“No one’s bold enough to put you in your place, and it shows. But you’ve finally met your fucking match.” He hissed, poking you in the chest with the ball of his finger. You pouted up at him with your ocean eyes, trying to get out of the trouble you were in.

“That sad face of yours is not going to get you out of this.” He growled, picking you up to throw you on the cot. You instantly shuffled around, trying to crawl away from him, but you were too slow. Neteyam grabbed your arms, pinning them behind your back before shifting your hips up to meet his pelvis.

“Ngh! I just want my top baaaaack!” You whined, throwing your head down into the cot to muffle your whimpering. He ripped your loincloth off before ripping his, throwing both of them to the side.

“Shut up about that FUCKING TOP!” He growled, slamming into you with no remorse. You screamed at the force, trying to wiggle your arms out of his grasp.

“Stay still!” He shouted, thrusting into you hard and deep. Your scrunched your face up as the pleasure washed over you, becoming too much tohandle.

“Neteyammmm pleaseeee!” You whined, as your salty tears found there way to the corners of your mouth. You could feel him piercing through your soul, searching your guts for an apology.

“Say sorry, RIGHT NOW!” He grunted, holding your dainty hands behind your back, while his other hand pulled your hair.

“Mmm-ughh! No!” You spat, trying desperately not to fall into his trap. You weren’t one to be tamed, but Neteyam knew exactly how to get you under control.

“NO? Did you just tell me NO?” He growled, growing angrier as he thrusted into you faster. The pace he was going was unbearable, you felt like you were going to explode at any second.

“Sllll- oooww down!” You moaned as your vision blurred from your constant flow of tears. You could feel your orgasm approaching fast, and you knew it was going to be intense.

“You’ve got something you want to say first?” He shouted, pushing your head back down onto the cot, holding it there. Your ears were ringing from the impact, and your legs were going numb. Your whole body was tingling as you felt the knot in your stomach unraveling slowly.

“I-IM SORRYY NETEYAM!” You cried loudly, before deliriously gnawing at the material of the cot, trying desperately to find some relief elsewhere.

“SAY *thrust* IT *thrust* AGAIN! *thrust*” he shouted, thrusting into you so hard that your numb legs gave out under him.

“I-I CANT MOVE!” You whined, trembling in his grasp. He pulled your hips back towards him harshly, sliding into your sensitive cunt again.

“DONT EVER DISRESPECT ME AGAIN! DO YOU UNDERSTAND!” He roared, smacking your ass multiple times, leaving handprints all across you.

“YESSSS!” You screamed, tears burning your sensitive cheeks. Your legs gave out again, this time with your orgasm following. Your eyes crossed, as you convulsed under him, squirting everywhere. He watched you lose it with his bottom lip in between his teeth.

“Mhmm, just like that. NOW GET UP!” He growled, smacking your ass again. You tried to pull yourself up, but you fell back to the cot everytime, crying with every attempt as you were scared of Neteyam’s reaction.

“I c-can’t feel my legs!” You cried into the cot, lazily crawling away from him with the strength of your dainty arms. He flipped you over, picking you up by your thighs before walking you over to the wall. He glared at you hungrily, eyeing you up and down with lustful eyes.

“please don’t do this to me! I-I can’t take anymore!” You strained, shaking your head from side to side as tears streamed down your face again.

“You’re so pretty when you beg, you know that?” He asked, kissing your neck, leaving hickeys all over. He gently put you on your feet as he held you by your waist, turning you to face the wall. Your knees buckled, and he quickly grabbed you.

“Upside down, NOW!” He growled. Your eyes widened at the memories of that position, and the way you always seemed to black out afterwards.

“Neteyam, I-I can’t p-” you panicked before being cut off. “Your legs are numb, right? I’ll hold them for you. Now BEND…OVER!” He muttered through gritted teeth, backing you up enough for you to bend down. You bent down hesitantly, placing your hands flat on the ground. He instantly lifted your legs, bringing your crotch to his.

“I have a feeling this will never happen again, am I correct?” He asked sarcastically, sliding into you before thrusting slowly.

“YESSS! It won’t happen again! I’m sorry!” You whined, feeling the blood rushing to your head. He speed up his pace, using your ass as leverage to destroy you. He hit your sweet-spot with every thrust, sending a wave of overwhelming pleasure your way.

“N-Neteyam! m’ gonna f-fall!” You stuttered feeling your arms trembling under you. He slapped your ass, rolling his hips into you, making your mouth fly opened.

“You better hold on, because I’m not DONE YET!” He growled. You couldn’t even speak, or rebuttal. You were too busy trying to find the breath that Neteyam took away.

“Nothing to say? That’s a fucking first!” He chuckled, watching your sticky pelvises meet with every thrust. You finally caught your breath with a loud gasp, screaming out as you felt your orgasm coming again.

“mmmm FUCK!” You screamed in between thrusts, feeling slightly woozy from the position. You decided to milk it though, hoping he would ease up on you.

“N-Neteyam, I-I’m gonna pass out like l-last time.” you said breathlessly, trembling under him. He shook his head at your attempts to get out of your current situation.

“Pass out then, I’m not stopping!” He grinned, spitting down onto your cunt. He felt you clenching around him, signaling that you were about to cum, and he wasn’t too far behind you.

“You’re gonna m-make me cum again!” You whined as your eyes rolled back, twitching around his torso. As soon as he felt you clench around him again, he pulled out of you.

“Ohhh Neteyam! Pleaseee!” You begged, as you felt your orgasm slowly disappearing.

“Have you learned your lesson, y/n?” He asked, bending down to French kiss your cunt, sucking on your clit. Your arms were really trembling now, as you moaned loudly, nodding at his question. He pulled away, wiping his mouth before poking at your entrance with his tip to tease you.

“I want you to go and talk to your sister when we’re done. Make it right, ok?” He spoke softly, smacking your ass again.

“YES, YES! I’LL TALK TO HER!” You submitted, nodding your head again. He slid back into you, and you instantly felt your orgasm approaching again. He sped up his pace, chasing his as well. All that could be heard was loud moans, and skin clapping against each other.

“Cummingggg!” You screamed, balling your face up in pleasure as your squirted all over his lower abdomen and chest.

“Mhmmm, good girl! Im almost there!” He grunted, focusing only on the movement of your ass as it slapped against him. Your arms were becoming numb, as they shook violently under you.

“NETEYAMM, IM GONNA FALL!” You whined, as stars flooded your vision. He leaned back alittle, lifting some of the pressure off of your hands as he threw his head back.

“FUUUUCK!” He growled, pulling out of you to spew his thick cum on your ass. His eyes rolled back, jerking his cock to milk himself dry.

“m-my arms are numb! Lift me up pleaseee!” You pleaded. On command, he put your legs on the ground, lifting you up by your hair.

“Are you done being a fucking brat? Never again right?” He whispered in your ear, tugging on your long hair.

“Never again, I swear…”

Wheeewww chileeee! New position unlocked 🔓. Idk I got high and was like “let’s put this bitch UPSIDE DOWN!” lmfaooo. As always, I love y’all to death, and I’ll talk to y’all later!!!

Outtie❤️🖖🏾,

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Bitter Allies [Soap x Reader]

Chapter 9: The Cabin: Day 4 (pt.2)

Summary: Soap gets to you just in time. Now he needs to make sure you’re ok.

Word Count: 6,900

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, swearing, angst, strong language, slightly smutty but it’s mostly fluff, mentions of sex,

A/N: I got a puppy this past week and let me tell you, it’s made finding time to write soooo hard. But I’m still going to try with weekly updates! Please enjoy! Like, comment, and reblog if you’d like :)

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Bitter Allies • Part 9

"States?! States!!!"

Words really could not express how happy you are to hear his voice. You are sobbing, so relieved yet still so scared.

"Soap!!! Soap, please help!!! I need you! Please!!!" You're yelling as loud as you possibly can, voice straining as you continue to splash at the bear and hit the water with your fists. The black bear wasn't even reacting to Soap's voice. Its focus was solely on you.

"States?! Where the fuck are you?!" His voice is closer now but still so distant.

"In the lake!! There's a bear! Please hurry!" You cry out.

The bear then decides it's had enough playing around. It seems to splash water right back at you, making you hold your hands up to shield your eyes from the onslaught of water. You scream as you're temporarily blinded, opening your eyes just in time to see you're almost face to face with the bear. Its mouth is open, teeth bared like it's going to bite. You scream again, your body feeling a big rush of adrenaline flood your system. You swing at the animal, punching it as hard you possibly can right in the nose.

Holy fuck you just punched a bear.

Your hand stings from it making contact with the hard bone of the bear's muzzle, but the hit did buy you some time. While it's stunned, sneezing and pawing at its nose, you try to move to the side. If you went back anymore, your feet wouldn't be able to touch the bottom of the lake. You knew if that happened, you wouldn't be able to get away. The bear would quickly overpower you if that happened.

You want to get around it and book it for the shore. Even then, you knew bears were fast, and you wouldn't be able to outrun it. But maybe, just maybe, you could make it to the cabin. You can't even get around the bear though. The second you being to move, it's tracking your movements again. It pounces to the side, blocking you from getting away. It felt like you were being cornered. Stuck between a drop off into deeper water and the animal.

"Soap! Where are you?!" You yell, pleading with him to hurry up.

"States!" You hear Soap's voice closer now, and you can hear the sound of heavy foot falls. Glancing past the bear and toward the shoreline, you see him barreling through the foliage.

"Soap!!" His widened eyes connect with yours for just a second before he's looking at the bear swimming towards you. Instantly, his whole demeanor shifts.

"Hey!" He shouts, voice deep and harsh. A growl that matched the intensity of the bear's. "Fuck off, you wee bastard! Dumb bear! Over here!!" He yells at the bear, picking up a rock and throwing it towards the animal, striking it on its flank.

It brings the bear's attention over to Soap, shifting its angry gaze from you to him. Then without hesitation, ignoring the cold water or the fact his boots and clothes are going to be soaked, Soap charges into the water, keeping his eyes locked on the bear's. With its attention off you, you start to move away slowly.

"Go on, get out of here! Fuck off!!" Soap keeps shouting, splashing up water as he strides towards the bear.

The bear is looking between you, now further away, and Soap, who has an angry snarl on his face and looks intimidating as hell as he charges. It seems to decide it's not worth the trouble anymore. You're going to be too hard to get now. It starts to back off, making its way to the shore and watching Soap the whole time. It seems to have forgotten about you entirely.

"That's right!! Get the fuck out of here, you ugly bastard! I'll turn you into a fucking rug if you come back here, you piece of shite!!" Soap continues to yell, storming after the bear as it backs away. He even manages to find another rock and hurl it at the bear again. All you can do is watch, feeling helpless and useless as he chases it off.

Once the bear's feet hit close to dry land, it turns and bolts back to the woods. Soap chases it a short distance, making sure that it gets the message.

"Yeah, that's right! Run to the woods and fucking stay there!!" Soap shouts one last time, waiting as he watches the bear disappear into the green brush. Once he's sure it's gone, he quickly turns to look for you. You're still huddled in the water, in roughly the same place you'd been when he got there.

"States!" He shouts, running back into the water to you. "States! Come here, swim to me! Are you alright, lass?" He asks hurriedly, not stopping until he gets to you. When he's close enough, he reaches out and grabs your forearm that's crossed over your bare chest, pulling you to him. It doesn't even fully occur to him that you're naked. It's the least of his concerns right now.

"Are you hurt? Did it get you?" He asks frantically, his eyes wide with panic. His hands run over your shoulders and down your arms a little, checking for injuries while trying to be mindful that you are naked.

"N-no... just got really close..." You wrap your arms tightly around your chest, trying to cover your breasts as you shake uncontrollably. The bone-chilling cold of the water and the overwhelming surge of adrenaline coursing through you are both to blame for that.

"Oh, lass, you're shaking like a leaf. Come on, it's ok now. Let's get you inside and warm you up, alright?"

Soap's voice is just as shaky as your body, but you don't notice it in that moment. All you can focus on is the way he wraps an arm around you, keeping you pulled close to his side, while his other hand rubs your arm to try and sooth you. He's so warm compared to the water. He feels so safe. You don't care about anything that was said before, you're just happy he's here with you.

Now that it's over, now that the immediate threat is gone, you feel yourself starting to break down. It starts with a little hitch in your breath and then you just start crying. Your head drops towards Soap, and he seems to hold you a little tighter as he walks you out of the water. The whole way, he is mumbling soothing things to you.

"Shhh.. it's alright, lass. You're safe. It's not coming back. I got you, ok? I'm right here. You're safe."

"I froze up." You begin to babble. "It was coming at me- and I just- I didn't- so I just froze." You're not even really sure Soap can understand a thing you're saying. Your voice is shaky, you're sobbing uncontrollably, hiccuping, and shivering.

"Hush, it's alright. Let's just get you inside." He tells you softly, walking you to shore.

You hug yourself tightly as the breeze hits your wet skin, causing your body to shiver more violently and making more goosebumps raise up. The only part of your naked body you can cover is your chest, but you're far from feeling embarrassed about your nudity right now.

"Hang on, lass. Let me get your towel." Soap gives your arms a squeeze and then leaves your side for a moment. He runs over to your now unfolded towel while you slowly walk towards him. "Here we go. Let's get your cover-" He's quick to pick it off the ground and hold it open for you, but he stops upon noticing a brown stain along one edge. Making a face, he tosses it back to the ground.

"Fucking bear took a shite right on it." He grumbles, looking around for anything else he can use to cover you up. He can't seem to find anything though, but he knows he can't leave you naked. You were already feeling vulnerable and scared. He wanted something to put around you.

"Ah hell, here." He sighs, starting to pull his own shirt up over his head. He wrings it out before putting your head through the hole and pulling it down your body. "I know my shirt's wet but it'll cover you up until we can get you inside. Come on, lass."

"My clothes..." You try to protest as he wraps his arms back around you.

Soap looks back as he starts walking you away. "You don't want them right now. They're all muddy. And I'm not sure if it's shite or mud. Come on."

He rubs your back as he escorts you to the cabin, your wet feet collecting dirt and grass along the way. You're still a shivering, shaky, and sobbing mess once you're inside. He walks you all the way to the bedroom, and you'd probably be shocked (if you weren't already in shock) as he sits you down on his bed.

"Hang on, hen." He says softly as he goes to get you his towel. The term of endearment is lost on you as he wraps it around your still wet body, rubbing a little here and there to dry you off.

Once you're somewhat dry, he goes to your clothing draw and picks out some underwear, socks, and your pajama top and shorts. He wanted to prioritize comfort over warmth since he could just wrap you in his sleeping roll or make you some soup to warm you up.

"Here, got you some nice dry comfy clothes. Can you put them on for me?" He's kneeling in front of you, hands rubbing your towel covered arms to try and warm you up. He's placed the folded up clothes off to your side.

You start to break down again. You can't help it. You'd already been horribly stressed before the whole bear thing, and then you'd been so vulnerable and thought for sure you were going to die. Plus your adrenaline levels were still super high.

"I'm a horrible solider..." You sob. "I froze up- I didn't know what to do! I always know, and my head went blank!"

"Hey, hey look at me." Soap says softly, cupping your cheek in his warm hand. "You're not a horrible solider. You're just upset from last night, and from this morning, and you were completely exposed. It's understandable. Any solider would have freaked out under the same circumstances. It's alright, you're not a bad solider. Just get dressed. We gotta warm you up and calm you down, ok?"

"But I am! What fucking SAS soldier gets scared by a bear!" You're stilling sobbing while Soap tries his best to console you.

"Stop it, you're not. Alright? You are a good fucking solider, States. Hell, I would have been shitting myself too if I was butt ass naked trying to take on a black bear by myself. Then again that bear probably would have went running as soon as he saw me naked. You can vouch for how horrifying that is, aye lass?"

Despite still being an absolute wreck, you laugh a little at his comment. It doesn't fix everything, but it brings a smile to your face, and that's good enough for Soap. He smiles back at you, taking a moment to move some of the wet strands of hair that are plastered to the side of your face behind your ear.

"I knew that'd make you smile." He chuckles. "Now, please get out of my wet shirt and put something dry on. I'm going to go get some soup on the stove. Something to warm you up."

You weren't exactly hungry at the moment, but Soap is up before you can even protest. He grabs a shirt on his way out and shuts the door to the bedroom to give you some privacy to get dressed, but he leaves it open a crack.

Slowly, you start to drop the towel from around your shoulders and take off Soap's shirt. It's way too big for you, but it did a good job at covering you up in the mean time. It's damp as you peel it off over your head, and you start to feel exposed again. Even if you are all alone, the feeling remains. You quickly begin to dress yourself in the clothes he laid out.

The whole time you redress yourself, you find your hands are still shaking. The scene plays over and over in your head. The bear growling at you, the fear that you were going to be eaten alive, the relief when Soap showed up. Thank God he'd been close enough to hear you. Who knows what would have happened if he hadn't been there. You can't even bring yourself to care about what happened before. You are certain you are alive because of Soap.

Once you're fully dressed, you slowly slide off Soap's bed. You don't want to be alone with your thoughts right now... thinking about what could have happened. Silently, you make your way out of the bedroom, pull the door open, and step into the kitchen. Soap is at the stove, stirring a pot of what is most likely chicken soup.

When he hears the bedroom door open, he glances over his shoulder to you. "Go lay down, lass. Soup will be ready in a moment." He tells you gently, but you stay put.

"I... I don't wanna be alone.." You admit softly, wrapping your arms around yourself and looking to the ground. You can't bring yourself to look at him right now.

Soap looks over his shoulder again, frowning as he notices how small you look. He'd be lying if he said it didn't make his heart clench in his chest. This wasn't the States he was used to seeing. Something had changed when he'd heard you screaming for him. Seeing you cower before that black bear, pulling your shaking body to his, and hearing you sob.

He's never seen you like that. Vulnerable. Scared. The bear incident had rattled you, but it'd also scared him too. He couldn't help but feel a surge of protectiveness. A desire to protect you. He'd always seen you as a thorn in his side, not someone he needed to protect. Not as someone he was afraid to lose.

"I'm here. Everything is ok now." He reminds you.

"If you hadn't been... I would have died..." You see your vision getting blurry again and hold your breath, not wanting to cry again. You've cried more in the last few days than you have in years.

"Don't think like that." Soap tells you firmly, his voice almost harsh.

You don't know what to say to him, but it's not like you could speak anyway; you're on the verge of tears again. Your body speaks for you, because soon, you can't hold your breath any longer. A shaky, uneven breath escapes you, the sound telling Soap more than enough.

"States, come here." Soap sighs softly.

You hesitate a moment before slowly making your way to him. By the time you reach him, the soup is beginning to steam. Soap moves it off from the directed heat before he turns to you.

"Look at me, lass." Soap says softly, grabbing your chin and pulling your gaze to his. "Don't even be thinking about what else could have happened. It didn't. I was here, you're alive. There is no point in imaging different outcomes. You hear me? Don't do that to yourself."

His voice was rough. You can't tell if he's mad or not, but you don't want him to be mad. The thought of another fight between you, especially now, is enough to break you.

"Are you mad at me?" You find yourself asking before you can stop yourself. Your voice cracks and a single tear runs down your cheek.

Soap's face changes instantly. His features soften up, especially his eyes. He lets go of your chin and brushes the tear away before looking away.

"No, hell... I'm not mad." Soap says carefully. "If anything, I'm mad at that bear for threatening your life. I don't... I don't want you dead, States."

You blink at him for a second as you take in what he's said. Soap's words weren't a declaration of undying love, but they had a similar impact on you. He wasn't saying he loved you—it was Soap, after all, he didn't like you—but his words carried a weight akin to a heartfelt confession. He didn't want you dead, and that was pretty special in its own way.

You struggle to find something to say. Of course, you know he wouldn't want you dead, but hearing him say it out loud felt strange, almost surreal. His concern felt genuine, and it left you with trying to figure out yet another emotion. You open your mouth, searching for something to say before the silence gets awkward.

"I would have been if-"

"Stop!" Soap immediately cuts you off, closing his eyes a moment as if he's trying to keep his cool. "I'm gonna be mad if you keep talking like that." He finishes, voice calmer now.

You frown at him. "But it's true! I was fucking useless. Everything I did to make it go away didn't work. I yelled at it, I tried to back away slowly, I splashed water at it. Nothing work, it just kept getting closer and closer."

"You just need to know the right things to do."

"What are the right things?”

Soap sighs softly. "We can talk about that later. Right now-"

"No, I need to know now!" You normally wouldn't beg Soap for any kind of help, which tells him just how terrified you'd been.

"States-"

"What if it comes back..." Your eyes are beginning to filled with tears at the thought alone of being in that position again.

"Hey, no more tears, alright?" Soap tells you softly, hands coming up to cup your cheek again and catching a salty tear as it rolls down your face. You sniffle and nod, trying to look away, but Soap moves his hand to your jaw to keep you looking into his eyes.

"Listen hen, that bear isn't going to be coming back anytime soon. Even if it did, I'm gonna be right here to chase it off again. I'm not going anywhere. You're safe."

You've never seen Soap's eyes so soft before. They're beautiful when they aren't glaring at you, a rich blue you could drown in. His voice is like velvet -soothing, heavy, and warm- wrapping around you like a soft embrace.

"You promise?" You ask as Soap drops his hand from your cheek.

"Yeah, I promise." He agrees, glancing away from you and to the pot of soup. It may have been off the heat, but it's bubbling now. "Soup is ready. Go wrap yourself up in my blanket, you still look cold. I'll be in shortly with the soup."

You look down to yours arms, which were covered in goosebumps. You weren't cold though. It was Soap's words that made them appear. You don't correct him on this though and just nod your head, padding off to the bedroom again. You sink back down onto his cot, tucking your knees to your chest. A second or two later, Soap is stepping into the bedroom, two mugs in his hands.

"Feeling better?" He asks you, pushing a mug of warm soup into your hands and then slowly sitting down by his pillow.

"Yeah. Still a bit shaken up, but I'm feeling better now." Your voice wasn't shaky anymore, and you think most of the adrenaline is gone now. You look down into your cup of soup, watching the steam come off it.

"Are you sure you're ok?" He asks, taking a sip from his cup and wincing when he discovers it's still too hot to drink.

"Yeah... I mean it didn't get to me. Just got really close and messed with me a little mentally." You frown, going to take a sip yourself and wincing. You hadn't seen Soap do the same thing a second before.

"Yeah, sorry. I made it too hot." Soap frowns when he sees you wince. You end up putting your cup down on the floor to let it cool off. Even the handle was getting kind hot. The cups you were using were the crappy military ones people used while out in the field.

"I'm sure it'll cool off quick." You say dismissively. You were just touched he'd made soup for you in the first place. Soap is also placing his mug on the ground a moment later.

"Do you... do you want to talk about it?" He asks slowly, unsure. "Otherwise we can talk about something else." He offers.

You sigh softly, picking at a string on your shorts. "I don't even know where to start really. It all happened so fast. I'm in the military, and I don't think I've ever been so scared in my life." You can't help but let out a dry chuckle at that realization. "I felt so helpless. I mean at least in the field I have my gear, and my training, but... I had nothing."

"That's not true." Soap shakes his head. "You have your voice. That's probably your best defense against something like a black bear."

"Bear didn't listen to me. I screamed and shouted at it. It did absolutely nothing." Your voice shakes just slightly as you recall it. Your throat still feels a little raw from all the shouting.

"Got my attention, didn't it?" Soap counters, his tone softening a bit as he meets your gaze. "I wouldn't call that nothing."

"Well it's a good thing you were close enough to hear me. Otherwise it would have been worthless. Bear ran off when you shouted at it. I don't get why it worked for you."

"Walk me through everything that happened. Did you start screaming at it instantly?"

You sigh softly and try to think back about the entire event. "Well... no, I guess not..." You frown, taking yourself back into the lake. "I was kinda in shock for the first few moments, and I think we just stared at each other. I couldn't remember if I needed to play dead or what, but then it just charged into the water after me. Tried to back away, I shouted at it, which didn't work. I tried looking for something to defend myself with, and it..." You pause to take a shaky breath, "it lunged at me the second I looked away. I splashed water at it, I screamed, I even fucking punched it when it got close to me- God it'd been so close to me... I was able to touch it... I saw its teeth. I could practically feel its breath on me..."

You trail off when you feel a warm hand gently grab yours. You were unaware that you were breathing heavily and clenching your hands into fists in your lap. Looking over, you see Soap has moved to your side, his eyes studying you and his brows pinched together in worry.

"Deep breath, aye?" Soap says softly.

"Sorry..." You breath out shakily. Slowly you relax your hand, opening it and letting Soap hold it better. He doesn't interlace your fingers or anything romantic, he just gives it a squeeze and then lets go.

“You punched that bear?” Soap asks, staying close to you instead of leaning back again.

You hum softly. “Yeah… yeah, I guess I did. I didn’t know what else to do. It was going to bite me if I didn’t.”

“That’s pretty bad ass.” Soap says, almost like he’s trying to make you feel better about yourself. “How many people can say they punched a bear?”

“I think it just made it more mad. I tried to run the second it was distracted, but it just jumped back in front of me.”

“Punching it was the right thing to do.” Soap assured you. “Most bears would have ran away if you did that. I think this one was too convinced that you were an easy target. So it wasn’t going to give up easily.”

You frown, hating to think you’d made yourself an easy target. You prided yourself on being able to handle yourself out in the field. It felt like your skills were slipping.

“How the hell do I make myself not an easy target? I did everything I could. I even fucking punched the damn thing. Nothing worked… I just don’t get it.” You’re getting upset again. You feel so frustrated, upset, and angry at yourself.

Soap grabs your leg and spins you to face him. You gasp as you find yourself suddenly face to face with him.

"Your first mistake was that you didn't stand your ground." He starts, face just inches from yours. On instinct, you try to back away from him towards the edge of the bed, but he just follows after you.

"You don't play dead or back away from a black bear. You can't show it you're scared or it's over. You gotta get big immediately, make your presence known, and don't back down."

You find yourself at the edge of the bed with nowhere else to go. You feel cornered as Soap cages you in, placing his hands on either side of you on the mattress. He looks intimidating as he towers over you, demonstrating the effects his instructions have.

"That should be second nature to you, yeah States?" He mumbles, as you watch him.

"Second,” he continues. “You get loud immediately. Your voice needs to be strong and confident. Just like in the field, you can't show fear and then expect the enemy to take you seriously when you get loud. I know you've got quite the vocals. That won't be an issue for you."

You look away, feeling vulnerable under his intense gaze. He instantly grabs your chin, making your eyes lock onto his.

"And you never, ever, look away from a black bear. Or any animal for that matter. You keep your eyes locked on, no matter what. Just like with me when we argue. You never look away from me first. You always hold your ground like the damn stubborn solider you are. Drives me fucking crazy when you do that."

His voice is deep and gravelly as he says that last part, and your thoughts instantly go to last night. How you’d refused to look away until he finally broke.

You find yourself locking eyes with him now. His hand remains firmly on your chin, his eyes staring dominantly into yours.

“Yeah, just like that.” He mumbles. The energy rolling off Soap feels similar to yesterday, but it's still different. It's a different intensity, one that makes you feel like you can't breathe.

He's towering over you, trapping you in like he's the bear that won't let you escape. Except it's not a bear, and it's just Soap. If you can stand your ground against Soap, you can stand your ground against a black bear. Soap was probably just about as dangerous as one, if not more.

The fear melts away, replaced by the warmth of Soap's proximity. He's close enough you can feel his breath against your lips. You can feel the heat coming off his body as he leans over you. Your eyes still haven't left his, and how could you look away when his start to soften slightly. You don't want to fight anymore. You just want to get lost in the peace that his non-glaring eyes bring.

Then his hand slides from your chin to the side of your face, his thumb gently tracing along your jaw. The touch sends a shiver down your spine, and you can feel your heartbeat quickening. Soap's eyes are intense as they lock on yours, his pupils dilating slightly. The tension in the room shifts to something far more intense and intimate.

Your lips part, as if to speak, but no words come out. You're not even sure what you would have wanted to say anyway. Instead, your body seems to move on its own. You tilt your head slightly and then quickly close the distance, meeting his lips in a tentative kiss. The little voice in the back of your head is screaming at you, asking what the hell you’re doing, but his lips are so warm and soft, so different from how you remembered them feeling. The gentle pressure of his lips against yours makes that voice fade into the background until it vanishes entirely.

Soap is still at first, you hear him inhale through his nose when you first press your lips against his. As soon as you try to pull away though, his hand slips to the back of your neck, pulling you back in as he deepens the kiss. He kisses you back firmly, quickly dominating the kiss. A fire instantly ignites within you, and you melt into him. Your arms wrap loosely around his neck as you lose yourself in the sensation.

The kiss grows more feverant, yet your lips move against his at a deliberate, slow pace, resisting his attempts to quicken it. The wet, gentle sound of lips meeting and parting fills the air, mingling with the sound of your gradually quickening breaths.

You're starting to tremble slightly as your heart rate increases, yet Soap remains as composed as ever. You need to know he feels the same way, that you're not the only one affected by this. You slip a hand from around his neck down to his chest, placing it over his heart. His heartbeat thumps heavily against your fingertips, its rapid pace mirroring your own.

Soap gently takes your hand and pulls it away from his chest, guiding it back around his neck as he rocks back, settling you into his lap. His hands rest on your hips, pulling you down against him, positioning you right over the bulge in his pants. Feeling the firm press of his member between your legs has heat pooling there fast. Meanwhile, Soap's hands travel from your hips, his fingertips ticking along the sides and backs of your thighs, only adding to that sensation.

You move your hands to cup his cheeks, tracing them along his jawline and feeling the prickly stubble beneath your fingers. When you brush your fingers against the sensitive skin behind his ear, a soft, low moan escapes him. His hands shift from your thighs to your lower back, just above your butt. He presses you down against his bulge, grinding you against him and encouraging you to move.

The thinnish material of your shorts does not do much to separate you from the tough denim of Soap's pants. The seam of his pants is rubbing deliciously against you and you start to grind gently to keep that sensation going.

You moan softly at the contact, your lips breaking free from his as you do. Your eyes flutter open, and you find that Soap is already looking at you. His lips are parted, and his breathing is a little labored, but you hardly pay any attention to those things. His eyes are filled with emotions that you've never seen before. The only discernible one you can pick out in your haze is confusion.

"We need to stop." He whispers, and you blink at him in surprise. It takes a few seconds before you fully realize what he's said, but once you do, your heart drops a little.

You weren't expecting him to say that. Of all the emotions in his eyes, wanting to stop hadn't been one you'd picked out. He'd seemed so into it just a moment ago.

"But-" you begin to protest, but he cuts you off.

"If it was a mistake the first time, it's going to be a mistake the second time. And you're not in the right mindset." He moves his hands to your hips and starts to lift you off his lap. He sets you back down on his cot, and you notice him trying to subtly adjust the bulge in his pants, evidence he’d been enjoying it.

As initially sad as you are about stopping, you know he’s right. Having sex again really wasn’t a good idea. You’re not even really sure what you’d been thinking. Now that Soap had put an end to it, you felt embarrassed.

“I’m sorry...” You mutter, feeling your cheeks heat up.

Soap sighs softly. “Don’t be. It’s not like I didn’t kiss you back. Just forget it happened.”

You look down at your lap, a frown making its way to your face. Soap's words echo in your mind, pulling you back to the conversation you had earlier that day. To just forget it, move on, and act like it didn’t happen. Go back to the ways things were before.

"I… I don't want to go back to how things were." You find yourself blurting out, the words slipping past your lips before you can fully process them.

The thought of falling into the same old routine with him, arguing and bickering constantly, is unbearable. You wanted things to be different. You liked this. The soft touches, the gentle looks, his deep soothing voice and not the rough angry one. You don't want to give that up.

“What?” Soap says, confusion evident in his tone. “States, we can't keep fucking each other. It's only complicating things." He argues.

"No, that's-that’s not entirely what I meant. I mean like, I'm tired of us constantly fighting. I like this. I want things to be like how they've been today. Or at least the last few hours. Feeling like I can rely on you, not fighting, being civil. I want that for us, not what we had before. I don't care about sex. I just want… I want to connect with you. For us to connect with each other.”

You feel like you're opening your heart up to Soap, which is surprising. You've never felt this emotionally vulnerable around him before. The only thing that comes close is your first day together when you cried in front of him. Even sex with him had felt more physical rather than any emotional connection.

You wait with bated breath for his response as Soap looks away, his lips pursing together. You can tell he's uncomfortable with this topic.

"Soap... can't we just start over?"

Soap sighs heavily, leaning his head back against the wall and looking straight up. "I don't know if we can just start over." He mutters, making you frown.

"Can't we try?" You ask him softly, trying to look for any changes in his body language that you were pushing too much. You didn't want to ruin the somewhat peaceful atmosphere.

"I just don't see how-"

"Please." You push, and he turns his gaze back to you. He looks just slightly irritated, and you know you're pushing it too much. He’s getting annoyed.

"Keep in mind, I did almost get eaten by a bear today. So you know..." You add, using the near death experience to guilt him into agreeing while also trying to lighten things up a little. It seems to work as the irritated look leaves Soap's face.

"Steaming Jesus..." He mutters under his breath, clearly not happy with you using that against him. He wanted to say no so badly, but he found that the words wouldn’t leave his lips. Whether it was because of what you said, that you almost had died, or because deep down he really did want to start over, he wasn’t sure.

Finally, after a few seconds, he sighs. “Gonna hate making Price think he's right." He grumbles, his resolve cracking slowly. "Fine lass. But I'm not making any promises."

You’re honestly shocked he agrees to having a fresh start. You expected him to just close himself off and say no, but you definitely aren’t going to complain. Any tension you had instantly leaves your body, excited by the idea of starting over. Of you and Soap being nice to each other. Giving him a smile, you extend your hand out to him and clear your throat.

"Hi, I'm (y/n) (y/l/n) but people around here call me States. I've been with Task Force 141 for about six months now, but I don't think we've met yet." You reintroduce yourself to Soap, but he's making a face at you.

"Get out of here with that shite." He grumbles, swatting your hand away, but his voice is light, not angry.

Pouting at him, you hold your hand out again. "Aww, come on. Is that really how you want our first introduction to each other to be like?"

"You're fucking mad, woman."

"I almost gotten eaten by a bear today! The least you can do is play along." You argue, making Soap narrow his eyes at you.

"You're really going to play that card again?"

"Yep." You stick your hand back out, giving him an expectant look.

Soap looks between you and your hand a few times before rolling his eyes and groaning. "You can't use that for everything you know." He reluctantly puts his hand into yours.

You give him a smug smile and a little shrug. "If it works, it works. Now..." You clear your throat and nod towards him, hinting at him to continue playing along.

He gives you a glare before sighing deeply. “Ughh, hey, lass... I'm, uh, I'm Sergeant John MacTavish. Everyone expect Ghost calls me Soap. I'm the incredibly handsome and daring hero who saved you from getting eaten by a bear today."

You roll your eyes at him. "What you want a metal or something?" You grumble, but he's already said so much more than you expected that you can't really complain.

"Would be fine if you offered to do my laundry for the next month as a thank you." He shrugs, and you withdraw your hand from his.

"Just put me back in the lake."

"Alright." Soap shrugs, surprising you by reaching out for you. His hands grip your waist, and before you can react, he's attempting to hoist you up.

You gasp and start to squirm immediately. "Don't you fucking dare, MacTavish!" You warn, pushing at his hands and trying to wiggle away. You almost manage to get to the end of his cot, but he just gets up and pulls you back to him. He pins you down on your back as he stands over you.

"You going to do my laundry for the next month?" He asks, pausing and keeping you pinned while he gives you once last chance to agree.

"No! Fuck you!"

"Alright, guess I'm putting you back then." You squeal then as Soap hoists you up, practically throwing you over his shoulder.

"Put me down! I swear Soap!" You shout at him, pounding your fists against his back.

"I'll put you down in the lake." He tells you, turning to head towards the door, but then he kicks over your mug of soup, sending it clattering a few feet in front of him and spilling cold soup everywhere. "Ops." He mumbles, looking down at it.

You stop struggling when you hear the metal clanging, and Soap puts you down on your feet. You look down at the mug with Soap for a long second. Normally fighting would ensure, with either you cussing Soap out for picking you up or Soap getting pissed for you setting it somewhere he could kick it.

Instead, you take a deep breath and start to laugh. Soap shifts his gaze from the mug to you, seeming surprised by hearing you laugh. He must have been expecting some kind of fight too. You don’t notice it, but a small smile makes its way to his face.

“That's karma for trying to put me back in the lake." You shove him lightly, in a playful way, and step over the puddle to go into the kitchen to get some paper towel. You hear Soap scoff behind you.

"Says the one who's about to clean it up." He throws back, watching you grab the paper towels.

You chuckle softly as you walk back over, slapping them to his chest. "Nah, I was just getting them for you. You kicked it over, you clean.”

"You put it down there." He throws back, just like you knew he would.

"But I almost got-"

"Ahh!! No! You can't use that anymore! I already did what you wanted and did that cheesy introduction bit. Just go sit on your bed. Steaming Jesus." He gripes, but he goes to mop up the mess anyway.

You feel another laugh bubble in your chest, and you smile as you watch Soap squat down to lay the paper towel over the liquid. Even though it sort of felt like you were still arguing a bit, it was much lighter now. You knew things could flip and tomorrow he could be a total dick all over again, but for now, you wanted to enjoy this.

As you laugh, Soap finds himself smiling again. Perhaps you weren’t as bad as he thought. Maybe letting you in wouldn’t be so bad…

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