#and i need to make a decision to try and keep ontop of all the little shit

[tiredflowercrown]

I can't decide if I wanna scream or cry

[ironwoodprotectionsquad]

TW: suicide

I can't keep watching RWBY if this is the direction we're going, that killing yourself is a good solution and will make things better. That your friends won't care because it's your choice and they have to respect that.

I stuck out V7 - V8, but V9 may be the final straw. I cannot support a show that, if I saw a few years back, most likely would have sent me into a relapse.

Ruby drank the tea wanting to die. It doesn't matter what actually happens - she thought she would die. She didn't want to be herself anymore - something I thought about a lot at that time.

It is so disgusting to me that the show frames this as a positive thing, that Ruby will be better / different or perhaps she won't return at all but (J)WBY won't care because it was her choice and there was nothing they could do. Her sister doesn't care. Her team doesn't care. They immediately comfort JAUNE.

So it's like "sure you can kill yourself and things will be better. look, your friends / family won't even care. no one will mourn the loss. isn't that great?"

And one big thing that kept me from offing myself was that my family + friends would care. They would be horrified beyond words. And I couldn't do that to them.

So, yeah. I can't support RWBY anymore, not even to see it through. This isn't the show my friend and I waited eagerly for (back in HS, we were excited for V4). This isn't the show I was drawn to several years ago.

Sorry for depressing rant. But I wanted to get this out.

- mean-and-rwde

Hey do not apologize for having to rant I get it that's what this blog is here for, for you to rant whatever it is you need to vent about.

It is disgusting how irresponsible CRWBY has been with this entire arc. They don't care about the people who could be triggered or otherwise be harmed by this kind of message. What was CRWBY thinking with telling depressed and suicidal people that their family will respect their decision and it's okay. It's so dangerous and harmful and careless of CRWBY to send this kind of message. Ontop of that they're trying to sell the idea that you'll become "better" if you do.

People are trying to insist that it's not suicide but ascension so it's different but....even with it being that Ruby still drank the tea not wanting to be Ruby anymore. She wanted to erase all things Ruby and wipe it from existence. How is that not a death? I know people love RW//BY but that doesn't magically erase how harmful this kind of message is. I do not blame you one bit for not wanting to continue watching the show and it's sad, it's really really sad. This show used to bring so much happiness to people and now it's just causes to much pain and trauma to people.

I just hate so much how the show wants to pretend this is a good and powerful message to send to people. I hate how we're supposed to think this is somehow a good thing. Ruby wanted to end herself. She didn't want to be "her" anymore and the show trying to frame this as a good thing, that her family and friends will support this choice, is careless.

I'm so sorry you went through that, I cannot imagine how hard that time must have been for you but I am so happy you're here still and with us. I hate that this show causes so much pain now but please take care of yourself.

[mindful-ss]

Misfits

Chapter 1: Queen of the Cene empire

It was a dark stormy night at the Cene empire and it was quiet in the palace…

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Too quiet.

Akari was alone in her lab working on a spell and wasn’t focused on her surroundings, she was just focused on getting done. It seemed important to her since she has been working on it for days now…

She suddenly heard a Glass window break from upstairs and she quickly turned whatever she was working invisible to quickly investigate the noise. She made her way up to the throne room slowly but carefully.

Then there was a familiar scent in air making her gasp and quickly dodge a sudden blast. She turns to see a fellow enemy of black panthers…Namor.

“Long time no see Princess or should I say empress?” He had a sly grin on his face “Empress to you Namor” she had a annoyed frown. “Dearest Akari why so upset?” He asked walking up to her closely still keeping his distance from her “you are such a persistent person it annoys me that you came searching for me after all these years” she brawled up her fist walking up to him closely with a irritated face “Aren’t you just lovely, the way you grown from that child I knew long ago to this beautiful empress of half of the African nation* he smiled. She looked at him suspiciously “what do you want Namor and I hope it isn’t love because that was over a long time ago” She turned her back, he walked behind her caressing her waist whispering in her ear “I wish it was” he smiled slyly. Then a bunch of his goons jumped through the glass window surrounding her “you know I’m here for your power beautiful” his grip on her waist tightened.

She then grabbed his hand and scoffs “you should’ve asked for my love back” she flipped him over on his back, she then walks over to him but before she can land another hit he teleports away leaving his goons to jump her “you all want to challenge the Empress of the Cene empire? So be it” she said sternly and loudly letting the goons run up to her fighting her. She use her agility to dodge quickly making her be able to get the right angles to blast them with her energy blast. Then the goons behind her try to sneak behind her and she then use the rock floor to make a tower making the goons ontop of it slam to the roof. “Im getting tired of this fight so let’s end this.” She then puts all her strength and power in this powerful blast that blasts all the goons back into the wall making them unconscious.

She then runs back to her lab to quickly finish her project “it seems like you need to be made today” she then quickly finishes up it seemed like the project was a magic made baby “my dear baby brother you will have to carry my power and use it for good I hope you will make the right decision In the future and that we Will reunite in the future my dear Dakarai” she then cast a spell to transfer half of her power to him and then quickly grab a hoodie and made a portal to Brooklyn New York to meet some friends.

Akari traveled far and wide to meet her friends Milan and Jordan and finally found there apartment. She then knocked on the door hoping they answer, as soon as she heard them coming down the stairs she left her baby brother Dakarai on the steps along with a note and then quickly leaves back to Africa.

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“Jordan there’s a baby and a note at the door” Milan says “read the note” Jordan says while walking down the steps. The note said “dearest friend Milan this from Akari I have no time to explain but this is my baby brother Dakarai and I need you to watch him and never tell him about me or his powers in the future I could maybe tell you but for now this is all love Akari” Milan read through the note shocked “what does it say baby?” Jordan asks curiously, Milan turns to him “well to say for short”

“This is now our son Dakarai the warlock prince of the Cene empire”

[cosmic-kinglet]

I hate the creator; I hate the creator; I hate the creator; I hate the creator; I hate the creator!

Alright, with that out of the way, let's talk. So, KC's character arc was incredibly short-lived, and I hate that this is how it ended. If anything, I'd thought he was just going to be resisting the urge to kill that he was created with because of a genuine desire to overcome it, but occasionally not being able to fight against it and struggling with that. But no. Instead, the creator came and forced that need to kill back into KC and regained full control over him (the one thing that will never fail to make me completely hate a character is said character messing with any other character's mind). Since it's a matter of programming, it's also extremely unlikely that KC will be able to fight against it at all. My wishful thinking still wants to believe that he can and will, but I have to acknowledge just how unlikely it is.

Ontop of that, something caused Moon to shut down, and I don't know if it was a result of what the creator just did or if it's because of Moon's magic being gone. Either way, that deadline I mentioned previously that Sun and Earth have just got a LOT closer. It's not a guarantee that the computer would be able to do anything about what's happened to Moon, so it's very much up to Sun and Earth to figure something out. At the same time, as I said, it's not entirely clear yet which of the two possible things caused Moon to shutdown, which means whatever Sun and Earth figure out may or may not even work. If it was caused by the creator, then that's VERY bad since that's not the thing those two are currently trying to work out.

Now, even though I don't want to talk about him, we should discuss what the creator was saying here. Previously, he had explained that his reason for giving the DCA a kill code was because some parents are bad and "deserve" to be killed. But here, the way he talked about KC's purpose, it doesn't even seem like he just wanted "bad" people to be killed. He described the entirety of the human race as being vile and evil. He really seemed like he didn't care at all who was killed, even suggesting that KC find a child to kill. He clearly doesn't just not care about the machines he creates, but he actively wants to see humanity destroyed as punishment for the evil behavior of just a portion of humanity. [It was genuinely at this moment, a theory I'd already had clicked into place. I'll discuss that in a separate post following this one.]

I'm gonna be honest, I don't blame anyone who has recently decided to step away from this show until things stop getting worse because, yeah, things just keep getting worse. I'm far too invested to step away, but I absolutely understand why some people have made that decision.

To close out, I hate the creator and wish I could kill him myself, and I'm incredibly scared for every character in this show.

[a-pretty-damn-good-narrator]

*The Hero gets a letter. Normally this wouldn't be weird, but the circumstances say otherwise: It's the middle of the night, the letter and envelope is black with gold lining and lettering, they were given it by the Dark Lord's Right Hand, and they seemed really friendly

Hero: How can I trust you?

RH: You can't, but try. I don't agree with the Dark Lord's decision, but he's wiser and older than me, so I don't question it too hard

*The help reads the letter, confused; this emotion only gets worse the more and more he reads it, until by the end he makes audible confusion and shock

"1,000 years Hero. Do you know what happens in 1,000 years? Civilizations die out, stories retold 10 times over, generations FORGOTTEN, left to the dust and dries out in the rain."

"I'm bored of this; Our fighting and our 1,000 year long rivalry, my anger has died out and now we're fighting because that's what we've done. I'm tired, I need rest, and I want to relax knowing I don't have to worry about dying in my sleep"

"Meet me at my castle, you'll find no resistance to find me on my throne. It's time the oroboros straightens out"

*The hero looks at the RH, confused, wondering. Why would the DARK LORD want to stop fighting? Is it a trap? No, no the Dark Lord is honorable; Evil, but honorable, he wouldn't trick him like this, it's south of his ideals

Hero: "So... I guess I'm going to meet him. Can you lead me?"

RH: "I can, just keep up and don't be slow"

Hero: "I specialize in dexterity, don't worry"

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Dark Lord: So you arrived, wondered if you'd trust me

*The large walls of dark people bricks reach high above and arc like a cathedral, like they're trying to reach out of the void despite being ontop of a tall mountain. It's cold here, but despite that the Hero isn't frozen solid somehow, just be magic

*Glass stained paintings colour the room with the afternoon glow of the sun as the Dark Lord looks from his throne, his skeletal body in his large wizard robes and black steel knights armor

Dark Lord: I assume you read my letter?

Hero: How could I not? This didn't seem like a trap, you're one for chivalry and fair fights, not tricks and deception

Dark Lord: I don't like being blunt either, but I had no other choice at this point but to letter you directly

*Kobolds, Skeletons, Witches, and that singular odd human stands and crowds around, other beings like beholders and gargoyles stand on the second floor, looking over the balcony into the throne room. They're watching, wondering

Hero: So, you want this to end, but how?

Dark Lord: Just peace and quiet. We play the same rules as the other kingdoms: Land, Economy, basic Army. We're just another country wanting prosperity

Hero: But you have dragons and... You

Dark Lord: We won't invade, just defend- actually, I'd like you to live with me in this castle for the tone being as well. I'm done with this fighting, and despite the thousand years I've known you I don't know much about you

Hero: I... Yeah, don't know much about you either, huh?

*The Hero thinks about this long and hard, wondering if it was the right move at all. After all, he could be lying, and this isn't entirely something he wouldn't do, but...

*If this means the end, then-

Hero: Sure, I'm in

You and the Dark Lord are destined to be reincarnated to fight fight one another throughout time. After 1000 years of fighting, the two of you decide to sit down and actually discuss an end to this conflict.

[dex-starr]

Honestly I had a lot of thinking to do and I realize that I didn’t go to sleep early most of my life bc I felt like my time was being taken from me during the day to do things I don’t really want to. Ever since I’ve started this job I’ve gone back to that habit, ever since I was in college I did that too. It’s not just that though it’s like my decompressing time when there’s nothing in the world that I need to tend to, it’s just me and the night and whatever I choose to do.

I realized that I started staying up way more when my relationship was getting worse bc I needed to decompress — I was doing so much just trying to help them through a rough patch and be a good partner but I got tired and started dropping the ball.

When things were good the nights were hours when me and her could just be together and talk, just do things together no matter what. It was refreshing. It was a taste of what I wanted which was living together in OUR OWN place. I think it’s also why I got kind of upset that the decision made was to move into her folks place and then find place like… I would have rather moved in with her friends and us share the room hell I would’ve been fine on a couch with them. I just didn’t want to be under someone else’s rule anymore. I know I’d have been welcome but it’s still someone else’s home and not our/my home. Fuck even a shitty 1 bedroom I’d have felt more excited about. I was excited to be able to spend more time with her obviously. But there was still something I was apprehensive and it was that.

The reason I’m saying this is the times I did visit me and her were night owls and we had to usually try to keep it down so her folks could sleep, I kind of didn’t want that. I wanted to be able to stay up if we wanted to. Have some late night eats if I wanted to and just spend it with my favorite person without having to worry about anyone but them. But when things got worse my quota just got so filled I had no time for me because I was sick, all I could do was sleep. I had no desire to be ontop of what I needed to do. I felt that if I visited you or stayed I wouldn’t be able to sleep with you bc my body just wasn’t listening to me anymore. I felt so shitty. I think that’s what lead to the depression getting out of control. It was already bad I mean my sense of touch was super fucked up. Sensations in general. There was so much going on with me I didn’t get bc I only accepted that I was n/d but I didn’t know what type. Turns out it’s AuDHD and massive depressive disorder that’s kaiju sized and just something I was born with.

Seriously I barely remember a time where it wasn’t like this, elementary school was hard in its own right but I could get away with things. Middle school was worse, HS, college — you name it. I feel like I don’t belong even when I do bc of these things I have and it sucks. I felt like I didn’t belong with you bc of these things and I hate it dude like why my brain make things so hard???? Bruh I just want a simple easy life with someone I’m in love with, like hopelessly devoted and romantic about. Now I’m just hopelessly devoted and sad hahaha

[bakugosbratx]

hi!! i luv ur works and I was hoping you can do a bakugo × female reader smut?? where the reader is the opposite of him (soft and a frigging virgin) while he's the hot and rough daddy who wants to dominate over you🥵🥵

NSFW 18+ Virgin — Dom! Bakugo x Virgin! Fem Reader

Warning: 18+ Content. Smut, sexual intercourse, virgin female reader, daddy kink, degrading, breeding kink, etc.

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A/N: Hello! Thank you so much for your request and being a fan of my work. I’m sorry it took me forever to get to yours, but I appreciate your patience. I hope this is close to what you were thinking. Enjoy!

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P.S. This is Katsuki stretching before he fucks your pussy up. ‘k bye ✨

“Katsuki, please be gentle.” You beg one last time as he pushes you down on the bed. You have been teasing him for long enough. Though he is respectful enough to never pressure you into sex and would truly stop if you wanted him too, but you knew what you were doing. Those naughty pictures, those skirts that were not long enough, the sway of your hips as you walked, and those v-necks that showed a bit more cleavage than preferred. All of it was to let him know you were ready.

Katsuki waited all week to do anything about it. He wanted to be sure this is what you wanted. So, when you told him you were good to go, he practically dragged you to the bedroom. You are nervous considering you are a virgin and Katsuki is not the gentle type of guy, but you love each other. Underneath his tough guy exterior, he has a big heart. Especially for you.

Katsuki’s hands rested on your knees, opening your legs to reveal your cloth core. He was quick to rip off your skirt and panties. You wanted to cover up, but Katsuki’s animalistic mind would not let you. This man is hungry for you and he’ll be dammed if you stop him from eating what is his.

Licking his lips, he bends down to swipe his tongue between your folds. A small whimper escapes you as Katsuki dives in and French kisses your pussy.

“Mm, Katsuki—“

You wince as you feel a hard slap on your outter thigh.

“I’m your Daddy tonight, little girl. Remember those naughty text you sent me? Callin’ me Daddy and shit?”

You began feeling flustered as you recall the dirty text you sent. All those things you said, calling him “Daddy,” talking about the ways you wanted to get fucked, even sending a few pictures. This was bound to happen. Katsuki was quick to race home after work and pin you against the wall, marking your body with his teeth

His tongue makes circular motions on your clit as his hands rest on your hips to keep you in place. You arch your back as chills go up your spine. Not a nerve is missed as his tongue plays with every nerve available in your cunt. You tasted like Heaven. He was almost angry you made him wait this long, but he is happy you both waited. Only makes this experience even better.

Katsuki’s tongue goes from your clit to your hole. He switches between the two so you are brought closer to your orgasm. Your little moans of pleasure just encourage him to keep going as he sucks on your bundle of nerves. He can feel you get closer as he eats you out.

“Daddy, I’m close.” You whine.

“Cum for me.”

“B-But I’m scared..” You admit, covering your face with your hands. You have came before from playing with yourself, of course, but not on someone’s literal face. You also haven’t had another person eat your cum. It was intimidating.

“You’re going to cum whether you like it or not so I suggest you get over it.” Katsuki warns, his fingers sneaking into your hole, curling in—and—out as he speaks. You did not have control anymore as you released onto his index and middle finger.

“Good girl.” He praised, sucking your juices off of his fingers before swiping your pussy with his tongue. Standing up, he undoes his belt and throws it next to you on the bed. He unbottons his black skinny jeans, pulling them down slightly along with his underwear to reveal his long hard cock. You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat as your eyes gaze upon his large member.

Katsuki smirked as he stroked his cock with his right hand. “You scared or somethin’?” He teased as you closed your legs. In all honesty, you are terrified. Katsuki isn’t small, by any means. The girth and length was going to stretch your inexperience hole to the max. You have every right to be second guessing your decisions right now.

“Don’t try to act shy now. We are doing everything you said in those texts, slut.” Katsuki stated as he spreads your legs apart. Your raining pussy was just waiting for Katsuki’s erected cock to enter inside.

Pulling you closer to the end of the bed, he aligns you with his cock. His tip is at the entrance of your weeping hole. “Ready?” He asked, rhetorically.

“Yes, Daddy.” You permit.

Katsuki did not even let your pussy get used to all of him as every single inch entered inside you. You arched your back as the mixture of pain and pleasure overwhelmed you. Your gripped the bedsheets as Katsuki began thrusting. The beautiful sounds of Katsuki’s invading your tight cunt with his erection while you let out small whimpers filled the room.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby.” Katsuki grunts as your tight walls enclose on his cock.

“Daddy!” You sob. It feels so good yet hurts so much. He is not going soft either as he continues a fast paced rhythm. Your cunt eats up every inch of him and even if you tried to reject it, Katsuki would be dammed if he allowed that to happen.

Your eyes began to roll back as you babbled incoherent words. You almost felt numb as Katsuki continued the process he has been doing all along.

“Aw, look at my dumb little baby. You look so fucking stupid right now. You like it when Daddy fucks you stupid, huh?” Katsuki coos in a condescending tone, watching you become weak as you make lewd faces at him. You were about to cum again and Katsuki could feel it around his cock.

“You wanna cum again, don’t you? Such a helpless little girl. I’m not even close to cumming yet and you’re already having to cum again.” Katsuki smirks as he starts going at a slow pace. He is antagonizing you now. He wants you to beg.

“Daddy, please let me cum. Please!” You whine, using the strength you have left in you.

“Ha! Have to do better than that.” Katsuki laughed. He loves seeing you in this state. So small, so helpless. You are begging for him to release you. You did not have much strength to hold on much longer. You wanted to be a good girl for him. Scratch that, you needed to be.

Building up what’s left of your dignity as tears brimmed your pleading eyes, you whimpered, “please, Daddy, please! I’m such a helpless little slut for you. I can’t hold on much longer. Please, please, please let me cum!”

Katsuki chuckled. “How pathetic. Go ‘head and cum, you needy slut.”

The permission was all you needed to release onto Katsuki’s cock. You gasped as Katsuki continued fucking you through the orgasm. He is after his own high now. Pre cum began leaking from his length and Katsuki began grumbling incoherent curse words under his breath. His knees buckled as his cum began to fill you up. Katsuki made you milk every drop of him as he panted, heavily. Every tense muscle became relaxed within you as Katsuki pulls out.

You sit up, about to get yourself cleaned up when Katsuki pushes you back down. He climbs ontop of you, kissing on your neck before nibbling on your ear. Growling lowly, he grumbles, “You think we’re done? Not a chance. You aren’t going to be able to walk tomorrow once I’m through with you, little girl.”

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[bonny-kookoo]

Remedy | JJK x Reader | 💜☁️🔞🤖

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Android!AU, Android!Jungkook, AI!Jungkook

Warnings: mentions of war, PTSD, Panic attack, confused!Koo, soft reader, like my god I just wanna put her in my pocket and keep her safe, aka that’s what Koo wants to do, protective!Koo, praise kink, unprotected sex but izz fine Kookoo can’t knock her up anyways, soft sex, it’s very soft ngl, there’s a bird, some sad Koo, kook cries here and there, comfort and rehabilitation

Summary: JJK, Or J-Jungkook097 was a tactical fighter-type Android, used in modern war as a simple weapon and nothing more. Now retired after serious injuries, he has to adjust to modern life outside the war zone or he’ll get scrapped; and that’s where you come in, a rare human being ready to take on that challenge.

"Ah, what a waste, really." A worker says, looking the body of the Android over. "You sure you don't want him?" He asks, and the older worker shakes his head.

"I can't let him around my kids by himself, and I don't want him to snap around my wife either. He's not suited for my home and family." He says, looking the male robot over, before he pulls out his phone. "I think I know someone who just might take him." He says, hurriedly texting, before he gets a call back.

"Huh. Is he factory reset, or still running?" You ask, as Seokjin connects cords to the back of the android's neck.

"We tried to have him reset himself, but there's been problems." He explains. "He told us he did already, but that can't be true since he'd need a command to do it- his model isn't equipped with those AI options. Maybe his memory overloaded and deleted stuff as a survival protocol, we don't know. He's a military model, after all, they didn't let us see his original save data- they just downloaded it and went their way, leaving him for us to dismantle if he couldn't reset him properly for a new system." He says, as you type in some stuff, before viewing the screen you hold in your hand.

"So he's technically still running on his original warzone-system?" You ask Jin, and he nods, sighing. You furrow your brows, and the older male looks over at your tablet to see what you're looking at. "Are you sure? This is.. his AI settings are all set to.. look at this; companionable, friendly, all his settings are set to a companion-android, not a fighter type." You mumble, confused by this.

"Wait no no no that wasn't like that when I last looked at him." Jin says, taking the tablet from you as he types in some stuff. "Huh. This is weird." He says, showing you something. "Look at the protocol."

You do. "Huh." You say, looking at the last line of code.

Last change made by: JJK_OSADMIN

"He changed his own system." You say, and Jin is standing up now.

"I'm taking him with me, I can't let him-" He starts, but you do as well, placing your hands ontop of the Androids chest as if you're guarding him.

"NO! I already signed, I own him- Jin, I have to look into this- and he's set to friendly, he won't get hostile that easily." You try to reassure him, and he sighs after a while, taking his jacket from the chair close by.

"Keep me updated." He says, as he leaves you be.

The Android still sitting limply on your chair.

"Alright JJK. Time to wake up." You say, closing the small panel before you sit in front of him, waiting for his system to run the commands you had typed in before unplugging him. It takes a moment, but there's movement after that; his body slowly starting to sit properly, muscles moving into place, and system running it's diagnostics to detect any change in hard- or software made. It marks down his eyes, the small patches of skin re-made, and that his body-liquids had been replaced.

He feels good.

His eyes open slowly, iris moving and focusing in Various degrees before they meet your form. "Hello." He simply says. "Are you my new owner?" He asks, and you nod, expecting that question. He's not been factory reset, which means even though his memory was scattered, and his system had been changed, he was still aware of everything vital. He nods, before he looks around. "I'm now supposed to run on the companion protocol, correct?" He asks, and you shrug. He's confused, as you suddenly smile at him.

"I don't know." You tell him. "Companion, Individual- what would you like?" You ask, knowing it will bring his current system to it's limits. He's not made to make decisions like that, and you think it's quite endearing to see him suddenly think like that.

"I.. choose?" He mumbles, before he looks at you seriously. "I'd like to be given a small time frame to properly research before I come to a conclusion." He says, and your eyes widen.

You look at him, still friendly as ever. "So, you want to figure out what you want first?" You ask, and he nods, a bit hesitantly. "Okay. Just tell me when you've made up your mind then." You say, and he nods.

"What are my daily tasks?" He asks, and you shrug again. "This is frustrating." He says, and you laugh at that.

It's weird to hear it. But he notes it down as a positive response from you.

"Just don't burn the house down while trying to cook or something." You joke, and he seems to take it seriously.

"Why would I set your home aflame while attempting to cook? I'm not even capable of either task.." He says, and you get up, grinning.

"Don't worry so much. Just properly charge for now- we'll see what's gonna happen as it happens." You say.

He nods.

Jungkook knows that around 75% of fatal accidents occur in a mere household. He also knows, that a regular home is the safest place to live. Yet there he was, on the floor, holding his ears as an attempt to block out the sound of his nightmares. "Jungkook?" You ask, as you turn off the microwave. He's still shaking as you sit down in front of him, close- but not touching, unknowing if he would react to that negatively or not. "Can you hear me?" You ask, and he hesitantly retracts his hands from his ears, letting the sound in again. The beeping of the microwave is now gone, only the soft ticking of your clock on the wall and the buzzing of your fridge remain. "I'm sorry that scared you." You say, smiling apologetically as he shakes his head, face serious. His eyes move frantically as they glow an orange hue, showing his system status.

"No, I should apologize." He says. "I don't know why I displayed this reaction to a mere household object." He admits, and you open the microwave to take out your meal, before sitting down on the kitchen floor. "You shouldn't do that- the tiles are very cold-" He starts, but you wave him off.

"Its fine. Both." You say. "You're probably still confusing some sounds and things with your past use as a warzone model. So it's normal- your system has to adapt. You have to adapt." You say. "We all need some time to heal after what you've been through." You say.

He sits quietly after those words, watching you as he goes through his research on you. You're a very unusual individual, displaying a lot of behaviors he hasn't seen before. You take care of everything with a sense of care that makes him come to the conclusion that you're probably treating the machines and robots like living beings. Such as the oldschool robot-dog that he's seen under your living room table. It's currently charging, but he's seen you interact with it- genuinely displaying happiness and excitement at the very basic AI of the pet-robot that's missing a leg.

Its broken, just like him. But you're taking care of it, just like you take care of him.

You're very caring with him, too. He's seen you search for skin patches that match his color almost perfectly, even though they were more expensive than the usual models found in stores. You apologize for 'hurting' him, even though it's sometimes nescessary to repair him. You ask him about opinions, and let him roam around freely around the house.

You're a very friendly person.

And he, unknown to you, starts to create new files inside his system.

You're not there when he wakes up the next day.

He scans the house for any movement, but there is none that would lead him to the conclusion that you're there. There's no sign of you, and he becomes frantic, suddenly.

If his system would've worked properly like it should have, he would've remembered that you had told him yesterday that you would make a small trip to the local grocery store around the corner. But his system isn't working properly, already displaying several scenarios of you getting hurt, or vanishing, or leaving him alone.

He’d seen it before, so many times, hell; he’d been the reason of so many deaths in the first place and it never bothered him. So why was his internal system going absolute haywire at the mere idea of something happening to you? It was to be expected really- with how fragile you are, mentally and physically, it was bound to happen at some point. So why, if he knew it deep down already, did it make his pulse race and his skin feel weird?

You’d told him to stay home, but there was no way he’d be able to let you out of his sight. Because no, there were no emotions involved; they’d been restricted for him at the beginning after all, he was simply looking out for you. Probably a bug, maybe his system thought you were someone to be protected, a new mission to keep him occupied, that was probably it. It wasn’t because you had been so sweet with him, it wasn’t because of how gently you were in correcting him whenever he did something bad, it wasn’t because you were an absolute divine being in his eyes.

“Kook?” You said, an almost painful huff of breath escaping you when he crashed into you, holding you, his arms squeezing you a bit and his face burying itself into the crook of your neck, every sense drinking you in, saving the proof that you were okay, you were real, you were completely fine. “I-“ you started, and his eyes ripped open, suddenly realizing that he may be hurting you. As if burned he reacted, hands hovering over your shoulders as he looked you over.

“I apologize, I’m so sorry, does it hurt bad-“ he spoke hurriedly, eyes already glazing over with tears he didn’t even knew he could shed. Why did he suddenly feel so upset? His entire system was overloading, tears finally flowing and disrupting his sight so badly that he didn’t see your face anymore; sending him into panic even more. “I’m sorry- I’m-“ he pressed out, but there was nothing working anymore it seemed.

Only a few minutes later did he slowly come back to his senses, first thing he noticed being the way you held his body close, softly speaking to him while you were petting his head. It was such a weird sensation, yet it somehow soothed his mind back, as he realized that you were both on the ground. He was way too heavy, why were you doing that? But when he tried to get up, you held him tightly. “Take a Moment, Jungkook. You’re okay, I’m okay, just a breathe, yeah?” You said, and he nodded. “Let’s go back inside then yeah?” You softly said, and he nodded.

“But you need to buy groceries. We don’t have sufficient stock of-“ he started, but you giggled, the sound something he knew he liked. He didn’t quite know what to think of his newly found preferences for things, but he simply let it happen for now.

Because liking you could never be a mistake, he decided.

He calls out for you one day, his hands holding something you can't see yet. His eyes are wide open, his optics moving around frantically as he calls again. "Creator, please!" He calls, as you finally spot him, walking over as he looks at you with a worried expression. "Please- I don't know what to do. She flew against our window and probably has a concussion- you can help her, right?" He says, and you don't get curious as to why he immediately knows the birds gender and diagnosis; he can scan the tiny body, after all.

"Ah, come into the kitchen." You say, and he follows quickly, still delicately holding the tiny body in his palm, careful not to drop it. "Lets put her in a box and a nice quiet place, yeah? She'll recover on her own probably." You reassure him as he watches you place her in an old box without a lid. "Put her where you found her, okay? That way she'll know her way back easier." You tell him, and he nods, determined, as he walks back towards where he had found the bird.

Jungkook, in a way, was slowly changing nowadays.

He was a curious being, always eager to learn about the most mundane things. True to his purpose he picked up on things very easily; learning how to draw and paint very quickly. He had recently gotten interested in a video game you used to play before your work took over your time- and you loved seeing him have genuine fun with it.

He wasn't doing things anymore because they were asked of him. Or because they were an order.

He was developing hobbies, you'd noticed.

Of course you kept Jin updated about all of these things, and he had been happy to learn that his reboot was going well- joking around that he was glad he hadn't killed you in your sleep yet. And while, at first, you were quite wary of him walking around the apartment, nowadays, you couldn't imagine Jungkook even hurting a fly.

Just like with that tiny bird.

He was a gentle soul, simply a bit clumsy sometimes- apologizing over and over after breaking your alarm clock once, the alarm setting off another one of his 'episodes'- moments of flashbacks he got from his past purpose in war. You had reassured him and had let him watch as you fixed it again, praising him along when he gave you the right tools.

Praise. That was something he seeked as well.

And it wasn't just that he wanted aknowledgement of his own achievements. It was more your attention that he wanted. He wanted to be around you whenever possible, even sometimes dancing around the topic of maybe sharing a bed one day- but he had also been wary of hurting you in your sleep, by rolling over or something alike.

Always so thoughtful.

But he would be able to hold you that day; when you had complained about being tired, he had suggested a nap to you. Instantly taking on that chance, you laid down, rolling over as he was still on the couch with you, already having laid down prior. He was unsure at first where to put his hands, until he decided to just go for the common human way of affection; holding you close.

And he made a note inside his system, that he truly deeply enjoyed the feeling.

He finds you on the couch, crying, after an argument on the phone. That in itself isn't the issue he's having, however- it's the sudden wave of protectiveness rolling over him, drowning his senses as he walks over to you, his orange glowing eyes now scanning your form. "What did he do?" He asks, knowing that it was a former partner of yours, constantly calling you asking for money. It's a bad habit of yours that you can't seem to say no; and now that you did for once, he had bitten your ear off with bad remarks and names you'd rather not repeat. "I'll hurt him, just say the word. He needs to feel the same pain you do-" He's shaking a little, you can see it now; his hands unsure where to place themselves, his eyes watching over you, his breathing a little faster. He starts again, and you put a hand on his shoulder to stop his words.

“Jungkook no, he didn’t hurt me in like, a physical way.” You tried to explain, tears now forgotten as you try to calm the Android on your couch down- still absolutely terrified by your state. “I’m gonna be fine.” You say, but he doesn’t seem convinced. Or is it something else?

“But why am I hurting?” He asks suddenly, and your eyes widen. Well, why was he? Technically he was capable of understanding emotions, that wasn’t shocking. What was confusing to you however was just how he was able to share your pain. And it was obvious he did; the way his eyes glistened and his body shivered, overwhelmed by whatever was happening. “Why does it hurt to see you hurt?” He almost whispers, lost with the situation.

Jungkook was indeed a very weird android- you’ve noticed that long ago already. He was emotional, sometimes moody, and slowly began to develop an actual personality the more he was living with you.

Something his model shouldn’t be capable of.

And maybe that should scare you- maybe that should worry you, maybe you should call up support for answers, but you don’t. You do what’s best for yourself and what you think is best for him in that moment; you lean forward, and wrap your arms around him. And it doesn’t feel at all like an android you’re hugging in that moment, because an android wouldn’t cry with you. An android wouldn’t hold you like this, wouldn’t tremble in your hold like this. It makes it easy to forget that Jungkook isn’t human.

And that in itself is absolutely dangerous.

Somehow, his system had bypassed the blockade to his emotional capacities.

He had noticed it ever since you had been out to restock groceries by yourself, but he had been a little unsure back then. He now knows, for sure, that something had happened.

It was confusing, to say the least.

So many things were somehow suddenly starting to fall into place for him; his favoritism to being close to you, or his system failing whenever you weren't nearby. It also makes sense that he's standing right in front of your bedroom door that night, knocking as you open it. He feels a weird sense of protectiveness seeing you tired and vulnerable like that, and he sits down on the side of the bed where you join him. "Is everything okay?" You ask, and he shakes his head.

Nothing is okay, everything is confusing, and he's unsure what to quite think of all of this. "I feel.. confused. Scared. There's.. fear, in me, boiling up and interrupting my thoughts." He explains, and you nod.

"Feeling is scary, huh?" You ask, as he looks at you.

"How do you do it?" He asks, and you lean your head a bit to the side in question. "There's.. so much of it. How do you.. separate it, keep it in order? Its all over the place, and it's.. so distracting. Its so overwhelming- I can't seem to calm down." He mumbles, serious face turning frustrated as his fingers play with the fabric of his pants.

"We don't." You say. He looks at you for a moment, before you continue. "We just.. let it run through us, I guess. If you don't, it'll make you sick after a while. " You say, and he looks at you.

"But.." He starts. "I fear I might start to display reactions a male android model isn't supposed to openly display." He almost whispers.

"You don't have to openly do it." You reassure him, placing a hand on his shoulder, before moving a bit, body facing him as you open your arms. "It's just me; and I won't judge. You can be whoever you want with me, Jungkook." You say, and he lays down next to you in your arms, momentarily enjoying the quietness and closeness of the affectionate gesture.

"There are no bad feelings, Jungkook." You tell him, and he listens, as he lets them run through him, just like you told him. The sadness, the comfort of your body against his, the.. adoration he feels towards you. Everything, even though it hurts him, physically, something he only ever thought was a artistic way of describing emotions. "There are only wrong actions." You say. "If you feel the need to cry, cry. If you're angry, scream, shout, or find something to channel that into. But if you bottle it up-" You say, "they will lead to mistakes. They will bring pain, and they will bring remorse."

His voice is strained as he talks. "But how do I know when to act on them, and when not to?" He says, and you chuckle.

"You'll learn, Jungkook." You reassure him. "You'll learn."

And he nods against your shoulder, before you can feel him shake a little less, quiet sobs racking through his body until his exhausted body falls asleep to charge.

"Remarkable." Jin comments, as he watches the lines and lines of codes. "He has started to self-code his own system. He's quite literally learning." He says. "All by himself. This is amazing." He says, before he disconnects Jungkook.

"He's still a bit jumpy sometimes, and the microwave is still his worst enemy-" You say, as Jungkook reboots again, eyes slowly focusing as they start to glow again. "But he really is amazing." You say, and Jungkook beams at that, proudly smiling.

It's rare for an android to display such emotions, and he's still often very much void of any clear visual feedback in terms of facial expressions- but he's learning, and he's evolving, growing, in a way. Seokjin closes the panel on the back of Jungkooks neck, as the android stands up to walk closer to you. "Jungkook." Jin says, and the android turns towards the young man. "Do you look after her well?" He asks, and Jungkook nods. "Make sure she stays hydrated during the day, yeah? I highly doubt she's told you she struggles with that." He says, and you whine, as Jungkooks head whips around, eyes scanning your body as he furrows his brows.

"Creator, you need to drink at least 2.5 Liters of water per day. It's vital for your health, which is already very delicate." He says, and you glare at Jin for telling him anything about that.

"I'm fine- and also, please don't call me creator. I'm not anything like that." You say, picking up the walking puppy-robot as Jungkook nods.

"What should I call you then?" He asks, and Jin perks up.

"Call her baby!"

"Jin NO-!"

"No matter what she tells you-" Jin says, holding Jungkooks shoulders as he looks at him seriously. "She likes it." He says, and Jungkook, serious as ever, nods, noting it down, as you groan.

"I hate you both!" You say, and Jungkooks eyes widen.

"You.." He says, voice almost not heard over the laugh of Jin. "Hate me?" He asks, and you immediately regret your words. Jungkook still hasn't figured out sarcasm yet- the entire concept still a little too complicated for his system to grasp, so you walk closer to him, holding his cheeks in your hands.

"No no no, I don't, I could never-" You promise him, as he nods with already glossy eyes. "I just said it as a joke, okay?" You say, and he nods again, biting his lip a little before Jin clears his throat.

"I'll head off now." He says, already putting on his coat. "Thank you for letting me see him- it's really amazing to see him grow like that." He says, and you nod, giving him a short hug before he leaves.

And for some reason, Jungkook feels jealous, watching you so close to him.

Jungkook is in love with you.

He's come to that conclusion all by himself, and he's proud of it, but he's also very unsure about it. He has done a lot of research, scanned every source he could find and validate; and he has found a new interest in activities humans do in relationships to show their partner love and affection. He's not stupid, he knows what intimacy is, and is also aware that he's capable of doing these things with you; but he's also a little unsure, if you'd want that.

After all, there's nothing he could give you.

So one night, he stands in front of your door again, knocking, as you open it.

"Do you think.." He starts. "I'm capable of love?" He asks, and you look at him. "Because I think.. no, I am very sure I love you." He admits, and you get up, but there's no stopping him. "I don't know what it's like for you, but I have observed my newfound emotions, and there's a pattern I've detected; whenever I'm with you, around you, whenever you give me attention, or when you touch me, theres always the same emotions involved; there's this need to take care of you, to keep you safe, to be close." He rambles, and you listen to him as he talks, walking closer to you as his hands find your shoulders. "There's this.. urge, to partake in human intimacy with you. I want to.. show affection the common way, like kissing you, or holding you, things like that." Your cheeks grow a little red. "But I don't know if you are experiencing the same things. My research shows that.. that we could only do these things, if it's the same for you." He says, and then, almost as if hes whispering. "Is it?" He asks, and you struggle to answer. "Do you.. feel the same.?" He asks again, waiting for you to say anything at all.

You stay silent.

Its a sunday when a letter arrives at your home.

When you open it, there's several papers inside; Jungkooks personality tests, official papers that make it possible for him to leave on his own. When he reads them, he's serious, as he watches you smile at him.

"Jungkook, this is great, isn't it?" You say, trying hard to not let it show that you dread letting go of him. "You can finally get an apartment- maybe make something out of your talents, and earn a living. You're free to go now." You say, biting the inside of your cheek as he looks at you with wide eyes.

"But.." He starts, softly. "I'm yours." He states, and you shake your head, swallowing hard.

"Jungkook no.. you're you. No one owns you anymore." You say, and he suddenly shakes his head, throwing the papers in the kitchen sink as he walks towards you, his hands on your shoulders.

He looks at you, serious, as his optics focus on you. "You were the one who told me that every machine should be treated with respect." He states, as you look away from him, his hands shaking you a little as he tries to get your attention back on him. "You said even we androids have souls." He says.

"I did, but-" You start, but he cuts you off.

"And if we do, if we really do-" He speaks, his hands now holding your head, his face drenched in desperation. "Than it belongs to you." He states, and your eyes widen. "It's yours." He repeats. "If having it for myself means I have to leave you, I don't want it."

"I don't.. want to take advantage of you, Jungkook." You say. "You're.. everything is still new to you, I don't want you to regret this-" You start, and he leans down.

"I won't. I've run every possible scan I could, calculated every possible outcome, you know I can't lie to you. I could never regret this.." He says, as he leans down a little. "Can I..?" He asks, and you smile, jumping over your own shadow in a way, as you give him a nod. "I.. can you.. say it?" He asks. "Just once?"

You take his hands in yours, as you lean closer. "I love you, Jungkook." You say, and he gasps, his systems going absolute haywire in the best ways possible. He's again filled with emotions, but this time, they don't hurt; they make him feel light, as if he weighs nothing, they make him close his eyes because suddenly even the slightest light is too bright for his optics.

"Again." He asks, and you comply.

"I love you."

"Again."

"I love you."

He sighs, as his lips finally meet yours.

There's no magical fireworks or anything like that- but Jungkook decides that he doesn't need these things. The feeling itself, the emotions flooding his body are enough to outshine any beauty of reality itself. There's nothing he could ever compare to this, he decides.

He's unsure if Androids have instincts, but in that moment, for the first time, he doesn't care. This seems to be one of those situations to let his emotions run through him, lead him, show him what to do, he decides. His hands roam over your skin, ears catching every sound you make as he moves on autopilot it seems. He's letting go, he's finally doing something he really wants.

And it's all thanks to you- you've given him the chance to be himself.

You've given him the gift of feeling loved, as he finally comes as close to you as lovers ever could; entering you carefully, senses on high alert as he feels your walls around his length. He had been unsure of why pleasure seemed to be described as fun and intimate, but now he can relate to these claims fully. He's so full of love, so overwhelmed, that he simply rests his forehead on your naked shoulder, eyes closed as he simply lets himself feel. He doesn't care about his whines and groans, only focusing on you and your body, on the feedback every muscle sends to his systems, enjoying the way you make him feel.

Its truly magical, he notices.

He doesn't even notice his nor your orgasm at all, but it doesn't matter.

Because at the end of the night, he finally holds you close. Not like before, but this time, as lovers.

"I've given her exactly 0.26 milliliters of a 1 to 1 water and fruit sugar mixture every day at appropriate times." Jungkook seriously tells the vet, as he looks at the bird on the metal table.

"I see. Good job." He praises, before looking at you. "A warzone-type?" He asks, and you nod. "Barely noticable. I have one too, that's how I knew." He comments, before he turns to Jungkook again. "I'd say the bird simply likes your company, Jungkook. She just want's to stay with you That's why she comes back." He explains.

"Like me and Baby?" He asks, and you giggle at the nickname Jungkook keeps using.

"Yes, like you and her." Namjoon says, utterly entertained by you and Jungkook. "So I'd say let her be around. She's perfectly healthy, otherwise." He says, and Jungkook turns around, box in hand, as he smiles.

It's quiet that evening, sun slowly setting and drenching the walls of your shared apartment in a golden glow. Jungkook watches your sleeping form, leaned against him on the couch, as he simply remembers all of the things he's experienced because of you.

He truly is a machine capable of love.

Because you taught him how.

[technowoah]

Rather Be Devisive Than Indecisive pt. 2

You weren't planning to help Techno again, but here you are with his horse.

- ANON REQUESTED!

- I really wanted to do second part anyways! So thanks a bunch!

- this story is long 😪 it'll all make sense though!

- part 1 is here!

- masterlist!

To say everything went south was a understatement. Everything went to hell, and you were currently living in it. You missed watching the sunset standing ontop L'Manburg's walls, you missed the peacefulness before the war. Maybe back then was too good to be true.

After the last encounter with Technoblade you had turned back to help Tommy and Tubbo. You tried to help wherever you could because you can see everyone drift apart, the main reason people came together was gone and dead. You tried to be a bigger sibling to both of them, and you tried to Tubbo and the former citizens repair the crater Wilbur left behind.

It took years, but L'Manburg was new and fresh again, with the help of Tubbo's new cabinet of trusted people L'Manburg was peaceful again. Tubbo had made you apart of his cabinet as well as Quackity, Fundy, Tommy and Karl. It was a new beginning.

There were days where you wondered if Wilbur would get a funeral. Schlatt had gotton a funeral, but you saw first hand how that went it wasnt a somber moment at all. It was for the best, they had mixed feelings about Wilbur and you dont blame them.

You had a new family, but there were things unkown to you, things that are being created out of your knowledge and that scared you. We have new L'manburg, but it isnt the same you dont know how long Tubbo could uphold peace in this new kingdom.

New things were created from the end of a old one.

It was a peaceful day in L'Manburg just as Tubbo promised the new citizens. You had stayed busy the whole day until a certian blonde came around your house frantically urging you to get outside and follow him

"C'mon! Just follow me! I have something to show you!"

"Tommy what are you talking about?!"

"Its VERY important, hurry! I dont want him to leave that spot."

Tommy had dragged you by the arm to the pier that evening and kept chanting that he had to show you something of utmost importance. You were trying to ask questions and keep up with his pace as he weaved through buildings claiming they were a "shortcut". Tommy stopped you at the pier and stood to your side, he was looking back and forth at the end of the pier to the water and back to you again.

You were about to ask why you were there until you saw a familiar man.

"Oh! Hello! Tommy who is this?"

He was pale, no, he was transparent. He looked pale, the sunset's dull rays made it seem like he still had skin. He had a yellow sweater on with brown pants and black shoes. He looked comfortable, he looked free. Next to his side there was a sheep on a leash with blue dye, you noticed it was poorly dyed too the dye was dripping from its wool. It was Wilbur, physically, but it wasn't HIM.

"He's Ghostbur." Tommy whispered to you while he stood between you two.

"Yes, I'm Ghostbur!" The ghost cheerfully said.

"This- this is y/n. Dont you remember?" Tommy cautiously asked Ghostbur.

Ghostbur had a look of confusion and curiosity on his face. He seemed so pure compared to when he was alive.

"No..I can't, but I would love to know." He stuck out his hand in a greeting.

"Hi I'm ghostbur!"

"I'm y/n." You said lowly.

You tried to reach out and grab his hand but it went straight through. You hated it, he's gone and you couldn't bring him back. It isn't him, but Ghostbur maybe better, Wilbur is gone and thats okay. Something came out of nothing, you kept telling yourself that everything was okay, but now seeing Ghostbur so naive and pure and free of the world's weight you believed everything would be fine.

"Im sorry. Im transparent, and I have no flesh." Ghostbur smiled.

"That's fine." You paused looking for the right words. "Do you know what you did? To L'Manburg?"

"Believe me, he dosen't. I tried." Tommy said to you.

"I couldn't belive I would do such a thing." Ghostbur added on.

"He shares no memories of Wilbur. Basically a new person." Tommy continued.

"That's great." You perked up. "It's bittersweet ya know. But Im happy you're here Ghostbur!"

"Im happy I'm here too, and Im happy I met you today." Ghostbur smiled at you while his sheep walked towards you, he unknowingly rubbed up against you putting blue dye on your clothes.

"Oh! This is Friend! I forgot to mention him to you. You can pet him!"

You didnt want to. He was dripping with dye, but you did it to appease Ghostbur. Tommy cringed while you petted the slightly wet, blue sheep. Once you were done your hand was blue, you rubbed it on your clothes that were already blue.

"I think he likes you." Ghostbur cheerfully said.

You were so thankful for Tommy bringing you to that pier. It was the closure you needed to move on and focus on building a new life for all of you. A peaceful life, but it seemed too good to be true. Days went by like normal and that sometimes was too much for you. You worked on new buildings and worked with Tubbo's cabinet too, that was a new normality for you.

The unknown scared you, but you had your family here. You had made amends with them and now and this is what you wanted. But then again it all seemed too good to be true.

Nobody had told you anything, you weren't in cabinet meetings, nor around Tubbo or Tommy. You felt shut out, you felt sick. The cabinet had decided to do something about Tommy and Dream started to become involved in Tommy's predicament. Soon after Tommy was in court, stripped away of his vice presidency, and had been put on probation.

Tubbo had come to you about Tommy being exiled. There was a huge meeting with the cabient and Dream about that situation and you had stayed silent the whole time. You wanted what was best for L'Manburg, but Tommy was like a brother to you, you couldn't send him away to fend for himself. You could see the confliction on Tubbo's face as he was going through the same dilemma as you were.

In the end Dream gave Tubboo 3 days to chose if to exile Tommy or not.

Tubbo had talked to you about the situation before the second day came. You two were in the same boat when it came to exiling him. You two had came to a conclusion, Tubbo just had to talk with the rest of his cabinent for a final conclusion.

The second day came and the plan switched immediately when Tommy came and introduced it. He wanted to fight back against Dream, of course he did, but he wanted another man to come and help. They wanted Technoblade to join their revolt. Quackity and Fundy agreed with the idea, but Tubbo was more cautious. You hated it.

Technoblade wasn't a subject nor person you wanted to be associated with ever since that night in Pogtopia. After all this time you had forgotten about him, you had forgotten your failed attempt at rekindling your friendship until now.

Tubbo was cautious, but you were 100% against it. Tubbo agreed with the rest of the cabinet and Tommy. They eventually asked you, and of course you said no, but it didn't matter, majority rules in this case.

You all approched Dream intop of the obsidian walls with your final decision.

"We have come to a decision. Look around." Tubbk leaded.

"There's giant, obsidian walls." Dream answered calmly.

"There is, there is Dream. And that's a problem, okay? This is funny actually." Tubbo turned back to Tommy. "Tommy, I am- I am so sorry."

Tubbo continues to talk to Dream. "I have come to the decision, that it'll be better for the nation the most logical thing to do is for Tommy to be exiled from L'Manburg."

"What?"

"Tubbo?!"

"Teaming up with Technoblade is an awful idea! It's an awful idea!"

Oh thank goodness.

"We just had this conversation!" Fundy yelled.

"No! No! Okay?! Nothing! Involving any kind of conflict is not safe for this nation! You've undermined my authority from the get go! Okay! All of you! No one here has respected me. You all jump on these merry little bandwagons of destruction. It's not okay!"

Tubbo was livid. His face was turning red and will keep doing so if he kept yelling. You felt a familiar breeze beside you as you saw Ghostbur standing next to you and behind Tommy. He smiled at you and continued yo listen to Tubbo's angry speech. You wondered why he was here, why he showed up at times and then left. Like he only needed to listen and not give any input.

"You cant go back on the plan now?! What the hell?!" Tommy yelled.

"When I was sworn in I made a promise to do what was best for the nation. And right now, Tommy you, your presence here is not the best for his nation."

Your heart dropped to your stomach and you think ghostbur noticed. You were happy that you didnt need to see Technoblade again, but you were going to lose what you would call a brother. You started to backtrack on your final decision, you belived Tubbo was in thr right. Tubbo wanted what was best for L'Manburg and what was best for L'Manburg was for Tommy to be exiled. You wished there was another way, but you know Tommy was stubborn it wouldn't work that easy.

Your mind kept wandering to if Tubbo decided to team with Technoblade. He was right there would be destruction, a huge war and probably the end of L'Manburg. You didn't want that again, you didn't want to see him again. You couldn't help but wonder if he knew L'Manburg was brand new.

"Dream, please detain and escort Tommy out of my country."

Tommy was gone. Its been weeks, four weeks to be exact. L'Manburg was peaceful, everywhere was peaceful, but you had to admit that you missed him. Fundy and Quackity tried to convince Tubbo to bring Tommy back, but he already made up his mind. He was confident in his decision, you were proud he was ruling L'Manburg confidently, but everyone was weary.

You haven't seen Ghostbur around either, he must've been floating around somewhere. It's none of your business.

The walls have been taken down and L'Manburg was independent again. There were sacrifices to be made. There were a lot of sacrifices to be made to keep L'Manburg up, and you kept asking yourself if everything was worth it. Was the discs worth that much to Tommy? Was L'Manburg even a good choice to begin with?

Was Technoblade right?

The Butcher Gang. They were calling themselves The Butcher Gang. The cabinet had several meeting and came ti the decisions that the biggest problems in L'Manburg were Technoblade and Dream. The cabinet decided not to kill Dream because of the fact that he was allies with L'Manburg, so they decided to try and kill Technoblade.

Dumbasses. You've mentioned to Tubbo that he was a very, very, very dangerous man. Tubbo has seen him before! You asked Tubbo constantly why did he wants to kill him when he says that he didn't want to team up with him. Tubbo said it was for the better of L'Manburg, but dosent he know that might cause even more trouble?

You didnt want to join them, you couldn't risk your life for something that is impossible to achieve. You separated from the cabinet, you couldn't watch them do this and you tried to stop them, but they insisted on the act.

Lately you've seen more of Ghostbur and that made you happy. It made you happy he wanted to spend time with you and it made you forget the trouble brewing in the cabinet.

"What's wrong?" Ghostbur asked while sitting on the edge of the pier with you, and Friend who was tied to one of the pier's poles.

"It's nothing Ghostbur." You said with a sigh.

"Good!" He cheerfully said.

"Can I actually tel you something?" You asked again, you wanted to get this off of your chest.

"Of course." He smiled.

You sighed and then began to speak as you looked out to the water. "It's the cabinet, its Tubbo, Fundy and Quackity that's the problem."

"But they are wonderful people! What can they do wrong?" Ghostbur suddenly asked.

"They want to kill someone, Ghostbur."

"Maybe it was a misunderstanding."

"I dont- I dont think so." You hung your head looking at your feet.

"Ghostbur, they want to kill Technoblade and I dont-"

"Technoblade?! That's my friend! Why- why would they want to kill him?"

Your heart felt heavy at his words. Another point not to kill Technoblade, you didn't want Ghostbur to hurt, not like Wilbur.

"He was a friend of mine too once. When L'Manburg first got blown up he- we betrayed L'Manburg and then spawned 3 wither skeletons to destroy the rest of the citizens." You explained to Ghostbur's disrught face.

"You wouldn't do that! You're kind!" Ghostbur exclaimed.

"It wasn't my best decision Ghostbur. People can make bad mistakes. A lot of people do. They aren't pure like you." You smiled softly at him.

A long hush fell over the two of you until Ghostbur perked up.

"We need to save Technoblade!" He exclaimed.

"Ghostbur I cant do that."

"Why not?"

"Because me and Techno aren't friends anymore." You said sadly.

"Why not?"

You couldn't answer that. You can, you can give the right answer, but at this moment you couldnt tell the ghost who suddenly stood up next to you.

"If I take you to where Technoblade lives will you feel better?" Ghostbur asked with Friend's leash in his hands.

Tubbo, Fundy and Quackity didnt know where Technoblade lives and desperately wanted to know to kill him. Maybe this was a good idea. You tried to convince yourself that as you walked side by side with Ghostbur. You had followed him through the woods as he weaved in and out of the trees. Friend was following Ghostbur as well, he wouldn't let Friend stay anywhere out of his sight.

You were getting special treatment, you were about to find out where Technoblade lived before The Butcher Gang would. Would you be considered a traitor again? Tubbo wouldn't want you back in the cabinet if you knew where Technoblade lived and you didnt tell him.

The atmosphere got colder as you two ventured on, you didnt know he would retreat all the way out here. It was snowing and you didn't bring any type of warm clothing considering L'Manburg was rather warm. Ghostbur had no problem, neither did Friend. Luckily you saw a light in the dark woods. It was further away, but you could see the light expand as you two treaded over towards it.

"That's the house!" Ghostbur pointed too.

You two reached the end of the woods and before you was an opening. There was blanket of white snow everywhere, there were footprints in the snow, but they were being covered by the falling snow above you. It was a valley and the only thing there was a beautiful wooden house. It was errie, the only civilization here was was Technoblade who lived in the house.

"It's pretty lonely." You said still cautious of the situation.

"Yeah it's sad, but we're here and it's okay!" Ghostbur said.

"Sure." You whispered as Ghostbur continues to lead the way.

You two got closer and closer to the house and you continued to try and back out. It's too late to do so now, you didnt even feel like walking back to L'Manburg after you confront Technoblade again. The two of you were heading up to his door, your heart was beating heavier as you got to his door. You brought your fist up to knock on the door, hopefully he was home because you were freezing cold. You harshly knocked on his door and awaited for his response.

You two waited for a while, but no one was opening the door.

"Ghostbur why don't you go inside?"

"I'll just peak my head in!" He answered and did so. His head phased through the door and then he came back out with a frown on his face. "No one is in there."

"Why did we come here?" You sulked and started to turn away from the door.

"Why the hell are you two here at night?!"

"Oh! Techno! Hi!"

Shit. You were looking into his eyes and you froze when he turned to you. This was the first time you've seen him in years ever since Pogtopia, you hated it. It was embarrassing you tried to become friends long ago, but that failed, and now you were here again. He probably saw you as desperate, coming back to him after betraying him.

"Hello Ghostbur. How are you?" Technoblade walked in between the two of you opening the door to his house. When he walked in he intentionally left the door open for you and Ghostbur. Luckily it was warmer inside and you welcomed it.

"Im good! But we are here for you." Ghostbur cheerfully said.

"Oh really?" Technoblade said while occupying himself with something else, not even bothering to look at the two of you standing awkwardly at his closed door.

"Yeah, Y/N tell him!" Ghostbur urged you on.

You paused for a second before speaking to Technoblade, who wasnt even paying attention. "There's these people called the Butcher Gang."

"Sounds stupid."

"Yeah it is. And they want you."

Techno scoffed. "Want me for what?"

You knew Technoblade was smarter than this. He was bouncing around the room not even sparing a glance towards you. He wasn't paying attention.

"They want to kill you Technoblade."

He stopped all of his movements, stood up to his full height and looked towards you and Ghostbur for the first time you've been in his house.

"You better not be screwing with me."

"Why would I?!" You got offended by his statement.

"I dont know, because you show up to my house out of nowhere and tell me that people are trying to kill me. This could be a setup! I cant trust-"

"Okay! The Butcher Gang is Tubbo, Quackity and Fundy. Thats all I know of who's in the group. They want to kill you because you are a threat to L'Manburg. Trust me!" You cut him off and explained.

"What do you want me to do about it?" Technoblade asked you.

"Dont kill them, but I wanted to warn you. They are being reckless and since you're out here they shouldn't bother you. They're looking for more trouble, Tubbo already has a lot on his plate, this isn't a good idea for you nor L'Manburg."

You finished your statement still weary of this whole situation. You hated being in this situation, Techno's presence didn't make you uncomfortable it was just seeing him and warning him of future danger. You two weren't even considered close, why were you here? You were here for L'Manburg.

"Okay. I'll try. No promises though." Techno smirked and continued doing whatever task he was doing.

You found somewhere to sit for the time being knowing that you two wouldn't talk. Looking around the room you realized that Friend was alone inside the house without Ghostbur. You looked outside and saw him walking from the woods again in a rushed pace. You didn't know he left, he phased back into the house.

"They say they're gonna kill you. Y/n was right." Ghostbur says.

"Were you two leading them to my house?!"

"No."

"No we didn't! We didn't even know they were coming today!" You stood up looking out the window in search of Tubbo and the rest of them.

"Ghostbur who was with them?" You asked as Techno ran around the rooms for weapons and armor.

"Um, Tubbo, Fundy, Quackity..Oh! And Ranboo."

"Ranboo?!" That poor kid. What is he doing?

"Eventhough I hate to say this. I don't trust you. Get out." Technoblade paused infront of you before rushing to the other room. "And tell them I'm not home!"

"And if that dosent work?!" You yelled back.

"Then to hell with them!"

You rushed outside with Ghostbur, hoping that the Butcher Gang dosen't notice you were leaving Technoblade's house. It was too late, they were already lined up outside with full netherite armor and gear.

"Y/n?!"

"Wait what are you doing here?" Tubbo asked as you made your way towards them.

"Im- I wanted to try and rekindle mine and Technoblade's relationship." You used an old lie to get yourself out of this situation. This was an already bad look on you, hopefully your lie would work.

"I thought your friendship ended a long time ago?" Tubbo asked again.

"It did, but I wanted to try again." This was embarrassing, now you really seem desperate.

"I see, then move out of our way." Tubbo asked you harshly.

"Uh- hey." Technoblade came out of his house with full netherite too, you weren't protected, so you will have to stay out of the way.

"Why have you guys come all the way over here to my humble abode?" Technoblade started walking towards his stable where he kelt his horse. He tried to lighten the mood, but it didn't seem to work. As he moved you moved with him trying not to be inbetween the dangerous men with swords and enchanted armor.

"You need to pay for your war crimes." Tubbo said while following Technoblade.

"That was like- that's in the past! Alright, that was a different Technoblade. Im a changed man now! Im in retirement! Im a good person now Tubbo!" Technoblade dragged on as Tubbo just hummed in response.

Quackity spoke up. "Technoblade you exploded L'Manburg with fucking withers."

"You literally spawned Withers everywhere!" Tubbo exclaimed.

"Im sorry, Im sorry Technoblade as much as you changed you have to be brought to justice for that." Quackity interrupted Tubbo.

The Butcher Gang tried to speak to Technoblade at the same time, when Technoblade spoke up over them all.

"Listen guys! I've gone through so much effort over the past month to change my violent ways! I've reformed alright? The voices, they demand blood! And I- I have been denying THEM! Ive been fighting back! Please! Please dont make me kill all of you, please just leave."

You guess he has changed, but you knew somewhere in your mind that he wasn't talking about just the Butcher Gang, he was including you too. You were somewhat confident that you wouldn't be attacked or killed, but you were terribly wrong before.

There was back and forth banter between the two of them. Techno had tried to show the gang his bees and tried to make a run for it.

"Techno!"

"Hey!"

"He's running!"

The gang started running towards him, but instead of continuing he stopped and turned to them. You were trailing behind trying to catch up to them, you kept running after them. You were not equipped for this night, you didn't know Ghostbur was going to bring you out in the open cold. You could hear Ghostbur behind you as you continued to run towards them.

"Y/N you're gonna damage yourself!" Ghostbur's voice became more echoed and further away as you tried to get closer to the gang before they got killed.

"There's no other way."

"Tubbo dont be stupid!" You were right behind the Butcher Gang.

"There's no other way!"

Fuck

"I CHOSE BLOOD!"

A cloud of smoke enveloped the 6 of you and you suddenly could see. You could only see the glint of everyone's armor.

"Y/N get behind us!" Tubbo tried to blocked you off from reaching Technoblade.

"Why didn't you bring any armor?!" Quackity yelled.

"I didn't think i was gonna be fucking out here!"

Technoblade must've set off multiple smoke bombs because the smoke wouldn't stop, the smoke made you woozy, but the others didnt seemed phased by it at all and kept fighting Technoblade. Your lungs felt full, and you felt like passing out, but you wouldn't allow yourself to do so.

"Tubbo stop this!" You yelled out when the smoke cleared a little.

"No! He needs to pay!" He said while fighting with Fundy.

The air was still hazy and you lost sight of people occasionally. Whipping your head around you were met with what felt like the butt of a axe. You quickly saw a split second of a shiny axe and then a pain in your chest spiked up. You double back and tried to recover, but then you've been sliced in the thigh and a deep cut in your side taking you down to the ground. You were bleeding out and desperately trying to heal the wound in your side. You felt your consciousness slowly slip from you as you laid on the snow. The warm contrast of your blood compared to the cold snow was sad. You always get hurt, no matter what you do. It's inevitable, and you finally gotten used to it.

The last thing you heard was yelling, but it slowly faded out.

You were warm, and not in the middle of nowhere anymore. You opened your eyes to see yourself staring at a polished wood ceiling, the soft pillows and blankets around you made everything feel so much better. Your whole body hurts, you dont want to move nor do you want to remember. Thank goodness that someone had patched you up, you didn't want to die. You tried shifting your body but the pain in your side was denying any movement.

"Oh! You're awake thank God!" A voice called out from your side. You looked over to see the half human hafl enderman sitting in a chair by a window. "I thought you weren't gonna wake up! Tubbo and the rest if the cabinet was worried as well."

"Were you the one who patched me up?" You asked carefully.

"Yeah! Luckily I can see in that fog, so I took you away and patched you up." Ranboo smiled.

"Who- who hit me?" You asked trying to sit up again.

Ranboo paused. "Technoblade." Ranboo said in a somber tone.

"I see." You sighed.

Ranboo helped you sit back on the headboard of the bed and you two continued to talk.

"Are you mad at him?"

"Im just upset. Its okay, he said he'll kill all of us so I knew he would." You kept your gaze at you lap.

"Yeah I get it." Ranboo replied.

"I have a question ranboo!" You perked up.

"Yeah? Shoot."

"Why did you join the Butcher Gang?" You asked the taller man. He stayed silent thinking of a right answer before actually speaking.

"They were nice to me. I trust people who are nice to me, that show me kindness and treat me with respect. I know its lame, my answer isn't fully fleshed out, but that's the reason." Ranboo shrugged and you nodded.

You would love to know Ranboo more, he seems like a great guy, but he's just lost.

"Oh! I forgot! You have a letter!" Ranboo walked around the bed and brought out a folded piece of paper and handed it to you.

You unfolded it and began to read.

𝘔𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦

𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵. 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶

- 𝘋

"Execution site?" You looked towards Ranboo.

"Oh yeah! Technoblade's execution is today an-"

"How the hell did you get him?!" You interrupted him. "Im sorry."

Ranboo looked shocked before composing himself. "Dont worry! Well, we took his horse hostage and he immediately wanted to surrender if we didn't let Carl go." Ranboo gathered stuff around the room. "And the execution is today, happening in a few minutes and I need to be there. I'll be back soon to check up on you!"

You nodded and continued to listen to him.

"Are- are you coming?" Ranboo sent one last glance towards you before making his way out.

"You know you dont HAVE to go." You said trying to ease the tension.

"I know. I really do know." He sighed. "Are you sure you dont want to?"

"No, Im okay." You sent him a smile.

You had lied again. Of course you didn't want to see Technoblade get killed, but that note that was left made you go to the cave. You trudged you way up to said cave, even though the pain in your side was unbearable you continued on. Once you had gotton up to the cave, you peaked inside cautiously. You saw a man in a cloak with a familiar mask on with Technoblade's horse. You knew it was Dream.

"Hello."

"Hello Dream."

"I will cut right to the chase. Take Carl and wait here. I have other work to do." He handed you the reigns to Carl and started to leave.

"Excuse me!? What do I do? Why do I wait here?!" You yelled after him and he just waved you off.

You rolled your eyes and found a stone in the cave to rest against with Carl's reigns lazily in your hands.

You didnt know what time it was, but the sun was slowly going down, it wasn't particularly sunset, but you knew it was late. Your eyes began to close until your heard screaming in the distance. You sat up slowly, now fully alert. You held Carl's reigns tighter as you backed into the cave more and more.

Footsteps were heard in the distance coming up to the cave and you thought if Dream had set you up for failure. The footsteps grew louder until a panting Technoblade appeared at the entrance at the cave. He looked horrible, he was thinking the same thing about you.

You two exchanged no words. You didn't want to say anything, what would you even say? He rushed over to Carl and started petting him. "Carl you're okay!"

You hummed as you and Techno shared a glance. He smiled at you. He smiled at you. It's been so long since you've seen him smile. He didn't need words to communicate, his eyes and smile said enough. You matched his smile and gave him a knowing nod and he did the same.

"Feel better eh?" Technoblade started conversation.

"Not really. What about you?"

"Eh- used a totem of undying just now."

"What?! Really?" You exclaimed. "I guess that's why you're here now huh?"

"Yeah I'll tell you about it sometimes." He smiled and climbed atop of his horse and you could see him thinking. "Im sorry too. You almost died cause of me. Thats is unacceptable, I shouldn't- I shouldn't have attacked you. I couldn't-"

"You cant control it. It's gonna take me awhile to recover, but..." You touched your bandaged cut. "It'll take me some time."

Technoblade nodded knowing what you meant. He could always read your mind somehow, thats what made you two work. Knowing eachother. He sent you one last silent goodbye before riding out of the cave. You knew that trust was somewhat restored, and that you two were better than before. This might be a new beginning.

A very angry Quackity came running around the corner of the cave and spotted you leaving. He whipped his head around to you.

"Hey! Where the fuck is Techno?!" He yelled at you.

"I don't know-"

"Dont bullshit me!"

"I. Don't. Know." You said more sternly. He gave you a hard glare before running away.

You went the opposite way trying to make it back to the room you woke up in before Ranboo came back.

Earlier you were desperately trying to befriend Techno, but things come more naturally you learned. You cant rush things, nor control this world. Things will fall into place, your and Technoblade's friendship will blossom again.

You will never find peace, but that's okay. You should be used to it by now. Everything is chaotic, but everything will be okay.

[sugawarassoccerlover]

All you need to do // TW: suicidal thoughts/behavior

A/n: So guess who's been miserable lately 👉👉so one night I was crying to myself and hugging my body pillow as usual and I thought this one up. Felt like I'd write some Akaashi because I'm attracted to parental figures 🤭

Genre: angst and comfort, some fluff

Reader: F (i didnt proof read, this could be read as gender neutral but im best with female readers qwq)

Paring: timeskip Akaashi x f!reader

Warnings: talk about suicide, suicidal thoughts, depressive behavior, and im not sure what else to include.

if any of these things might be triggering to you please find something else to read. put your mental health first please💖 (note this is timeskip)

Keiji should have seen it coming. You were growing more distant, more quiet, slowly becoming more and more trapped in your own mind. It had been on your mind for a long time. For months, actually. You told yourself there were things to fight for, and people would miss you, but would it be enough? You were tired. So incredibly tired. What you thought was logic seemed to say that you were better off dead. And everyone else would be better off if you were. Many people assumed that suicide was a rash, selfish decision.

But you have been thinking about this, weighing the options, trying to figure out what was best. Not only that but there were so, so, so many things you needed to do. You had to keep up your end of the relationship you had with your boyfriend. You had to continue communication with and help your friends. Your family needed you to help out. You had to keep up in your job to help pay rent and buy groceries.

Your cat needed attention. You needed to keep up in your classes even though you were already falling behind. You felt like you were going to shut down, but you couldn't, you and Keiji couldn't afford for you to shut down. But you couldn't keep going either.

So you were going to lock yourself in the bedroom and end it.

Or at least, that was your plan. You couldn't help but start sobbing. The weight of it, all the troubles, all the tiredness, all the expectations, it all crashed ontop of you like an avalanche, and you couldn't keep it from coming. You sat there on the floor, in your mind pathetically, sobbing your eyes out like a baby. Its okay, you told yourself, it'll all be over soon.

Through blurred vision, you looked down at the bottle of pills in your shaking hands. You had mastered swallowing them, even without liquid. You took a deep breath. You'll be free soon.

And then you heard your boyfriends voice.

"Baby? Y/n?" he called from the other side of the door.

You stayed quiet.

"I know you're in there. Please, open the door."

Just get it over with.

"Talk to me, please. I can hear you crying."

"GO AWAY!" Your voice was embarassingly shaky.

"No, I'm not going to. Not while you're crying and when you've been avoiding me all day. Please, unlock the door baby."

"No."

"Let me in, please. I want to help you."

"You won't be able to help me after..." oops. You realized you messed up.

There was a second of silence before Keiji started knocking on the door desparetly. "After what? Baby? Let me in, y/n, please."

You could only cry.

"Baby please." His voice broke.

You thought and hoped he was going to give up, but then the doorhandle started shaking violently. It kept turning and turning, at first to no avail, but after about ten seconds he had opened it. The first thing he did was spot you on the floor, and drop to his knees next to you.

He looked you all over, making sure you weren't hurt, and if his heart hurt before, it was completely shattered now when he saw your lost expression. His gaze shifted to the bottle in your hand, eyes widening. Quickly, he grabs it from you and sets it behind him, then wraps his arms around you so swiftly and so tightly, as if he'll never be able to hold you again. He gently pulls you up onto his lap, holding you close as you cried into his shoulder. He himself was crying now, holding you closer. He whispered soft affirmations into your ear, rubbing your back soothingly.

"Keij..." you whispered.

"Yes love?"

"Give up on me." you cried harder, gripping onto the back of his shirt. "Please, give up on me please, please."

His gut twisted at your words, and you thought his heart was shattered before? Oh boy. He couldn't handle seeing you in such a lost place like this.

"No, no no no, no baby never." He shook his head.

Pulling away just enough so he could see your head, he gently cupped your face in his hands.

"Look at me baby." He said softly.

You look down.

He lifts up your chin, trying to catch your gaze. More tears spill from his eyes, and he wipes away yours with his thumb.

"Why... why are you still here?" you sob. "All I ever do is drag you down and I can never meet expectations, people need me to do so much and I can never do it. At work, my family, I have to hold up my end of this relationship, I have to be there for my friends, I have to do school, I have to be at work, everyone thinks my life is great so I have to keep that up. I need to do so much babe. And I can't do it all. In this relationship I take so much and I need to do more-"

"Stop it, love."

You looked up at him, his tone had not been that serious in months.

"I know you're overwhelmed right now and it breaks my heart. But at this moment all you need to do is focus on what's happening right now."

"I-" you try to interrupt.

"No baby listen to me. All you need to do right now is hold on to me. Okay?"

You shake your head.

"Please baby. We're going to take this one moment at a time, and all you need to do is hold on to me. I don't want you to think of anything else that you have to do. Just right now you have to hold on to me. That's it. Nothing else. Nothing more. Forget about all those expectations. All I expect from you is for you to be real. And if you're not okay, thats okay, we can work through that together. Just please, hold on to me." his voice almost broke.

You stared at him, his eyes pleading. You didn't have the energy to do much else, so you did as he asked. You plopped your forehead in the crook of his neck, wrapping your arms around his chest and holding on tightly.

He held you there for a bit, swaying slightly.

"I love you so, so, so much, y/n. You deserve the world, and I wish I could give it to you. You deserve to be happy, and I wish I could do that for you. I will give you all my time, all my attention, and all of my love but I'm afraid... I'm afraid that can't fix what you're going through. So I think... I think you should see someone. Get some help-"

"No please I don't want to. I don't want to. I'll get sent to a hospital and I can't, I don't wanna be taken away."

"No, I'm not going to let anyone take you away. I know its uncomfortable but I can't give you the help you need. I think you should see a therapist. If need be, I'll be with you the entire time. I am going to stick with you through this."

"I don't wanna."

"I know you don't. But I really feel like it would help you. "

"I don't want help, I want to be done. Why won't you let me give up?!" You lightly punched his chest.

"You're stuck in a rut right now, and I know it sucks baby I know, but there is a way out I promise you. We can take things slow. I want you to be comfortable, but sometimes there are necessary things that are uncomfortable. Just please do this one thing for me baby? I'll call your work for you if you need me to. I'm not gonna leave your side for a second, I promise," Keiji pulled away for a second to look you in the eyes.

There was so much sadness in them, so much concern that you almost felt guilty.

You took a deep breath. "If I were to go to a therapist, would you go with me?"

"Yes babe anything you need," he cupped your face in his hand, brushing away the stray tears and planting a kiss to your forehead. "I love you so, so, so much y/n. I won't ever leave you."

Yeah, you thought for a second, maybe there will be a better day.

[b0rista]

— 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄'𝐒 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓! ˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: only slightly suggestive, but mostly reader friendly. language!

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: literally, moblit needs more attention 🥺 i wish he had more of a character arc in the series, he really was interesting and likable like pls my CHILD

moblit berner x fem! reader.

❝︎ for all that you're yet to become, i love you. ❞︎

of course, moblit is still hange's main assistant. he's her second in command/her messenger, as always. you're her assistant in a more scientific sense. you provide aide during experiments, providing useful input while also putting your intellect to the test.

hange adores you with every fiber of her being. not only does she have a science buddy, but somebody who genuinely understands her field and all of the seven hour long stories that come with it! certainly, you aren't as overzealous as her, but you're able to actually converse with her over your shared projects. there aren't a lot of scientists— they need you, you were handed your position fairly quickly.

moblit's crush on you began,, immediately. quietly, he was relieved that he no longer had to suffer hange's hopeless antics alone. sure, he felt baD for you, but yay, a friend! and a pretty one, too.

there was a single moment where it was your very first day underneath her command, and right as you walked in, hange was literally braiding strands of titan hair she'd pulled from an experiment. from across the room, moblit locked eyes with you, and just mouthed,, "run away."

the two of you didn't start dating until a long while; work was miserable, and it took up far too much brain power for either of you to even think about romance.

then again, there were those moments,, you were extra concentrated, and moblit was staring at you. even when you didn't try, you were absolutely stunning.

^ cue hange asking him what the hell he's staring at, causing him to fLincH and start sweating profusely.

now, two people are screaming at their relentless commander whenever she does something heinously moronic. the iconic "HANGE-SAN" is now doubled, and it's just as great, tysm.

sometimes, when hange is getting a little too rambunctious, you literally have to bury your face in moblit's shoulder to spare yourself from having to waTch that bullshit. it's funny, he has one arm shielding your face while the other one swings around in hand gestures of pure distress.

"haNGE-SAN, YOU'RE SCARING Y/N-"

he claims that he stays late at the office because hange left him with extra work, but really, he just wants to be able to walk you home.

you arrived post sawney & bean, so he's the one that has to fill you in on that whole arc. it's,, funny.

"wait, wait. she cried whenever she had to preform physical experiments on them?"

"yeah."

thank you, y/n, for being sane. ❤️

as always, i'll leave the how you got together part up to you, because this post is meant to be centering more towards the relationship itself, but i imagine that it was both simple & really cute! moblit's a cutie, it was probably along the lines of an accidental confession.

the two of you tried keeping your relationship secret, for obvious reasons. it was a joint decision, settled for the sake of your safety. your boss is scary, mmk.

that being said, sneaking around is inevitable. i don't see moblit flat out enjoying having to sneak around, but it's definitely a little exciting, and it makes working at the office a bit more fun than he'd ever imagine.

when you're alone, and working, he likes to wrap his arms around you from behind, burying his face into the crook of your neck while you concentrate on whatever it is you're working on.

"as important as i'm sure this work is, maybe we should-"

"sorry, love. i can't leave until i'm finished."

cue a small nuzzle into your neck, "understood."

one night, you had to pull an all nighter at the workplace. despite you giving him the okay to head on home, moblit stayed with you, and the two of you crashed on the sofa. the following morning, hange practically fAinted at the sight of you, passed out on moblit's chest while his hand lay comfortably beneath your shirt, resting on the bare small of your back.

she screamed, which led to you screaming, which led to moblit bursting up, which led to the two of you bonking heads.

yeah, she hounded y'all for days.

"how long has this been a thing?"

"why didn't you TELL me?"

"do you not trust me?"

"if anything happened on that couch, i suggest you clean it up before levi arrives-"

"h A Ng E - sA N"

one time, the two of you had gotten a tad bit distracted and started making out on your desk. hange walked in, said something stuPid, and you literally biT your poor boyfriend's bottom lip. you felt awfuL, and promised to make it up to him later 😉

because you're only a scientist, it isn't often that you're out in the field. however, because there are times where you're needed outside of the walls, you're an occasional guest during missions/expeditions.

the first time you were requested somewhere while moblit and hange were sent elsewhere, he didn't like it at all.

had you held combative experience, he wouldn't be so worried. but, in all honesty, there aren't many people in the world that he genuinely trusts to keep you safe.

when you came back in one piece, he bombarded you with questions. did you get hurt? were you scared, did they keep you safe? were you ever, ever placed in harm's way?

mans was worried 🥺

whenever you join hange during live titan experiments, it's literally funny.

"be caRefuL-"

"y/n,,"

"Y/N-"

one time, you shot him a glare so devilishly stern, he fucking guLped. srry babe, do ur thing. you look sexy standing ontop of that titan's abdomen!

whenever you're angry, even when it isn't at him, he's literally so fucking terrified. like, he's scared.

however!! it became a thing where whenever you're frustrated, he knows to sit you down and tend to your joints. if your hair is up, he'll take it down, letting your scalp breathe. he'll rub your shoulders, all while quietly reassuring you. it's simple, but effective, and incredibly intimate.

he's already decided on the names of your future children. do you know this? fuck no, and you never will.

you move in together fairly quickly! because you want time together away from work, it was decided that you would move into moblit's place. not only do the two of you get ready together in the mornings, but you unwind together after hours. the two of you sleep on the sofa more than you do the bed— you're exhausted, and just fucking flop onto one another the moment you get home.

he's an amazing boyfriend, and your relationship is fun. 🥺

[wornoutmouse]

This is for all my self conscious thicc girls out there! Or even any girls that have weight issues with themselves

Day 15: Face Sitting

You were currently curled up on your bed, hiding under the covers as you scrolled through your phone. As much as it was hard to admit, you were hiding from your boyfriend Tanaka. He didn't do anything wrong in theory, you just noticed a few things have changed since you moved in together.

Ever since quarentine started, it's been hard for you two stay in shape since you got all your exercise from walking to work and to many of Tanaka's volleyball practices. But now there was nothing for you to do after you got layed off and the gym closed.

Because of this and the full course meals you two have been preparing, you had gained alot of weight. Your stomach bulged out hiding your punani from veiw, and you legs had doubled in size.

During this weight gain, you had noticed Tanaka's lingering gaze on your thighs whenever you sat down near him. And the way he would slowly but surely grab hold of your love handles whenever you two were cuddling unnerved you greatly.

Getting intimate had lessened as time went on.

Amongst yourself, you had scowled when you realised that throughout all that weight gain, none of it went to your breasts or buttocks, leaving you with thicc thighs and no ass. You tense as you hear the bedroom door creak open and Tanaka plop down besides you

"Babe I'm bored!" He whined and you giggle as you feel arms wrap around you through the blanket. "What do you want me to do Tana?" Pulling the blanket down, you peek up at your boyfriend with curious eyes as he glances down at you with adoration and.....something else.

"Why don't we...have some fun?" You weren't really paying attention to the tone of his voice so you continued on, "Hmmm what would you like to do then baby?" If you were paying attention, you would have noticed how Tanaka's breathing became slower and his hands started to feel around the blanket to find at least a sliver of skin.

You giggle as Tanaka bends over and kisses your face starting from your cheek, then your lips, and ending along the beginning of your neck. "I want you." You tense a little and laugh awkwardly. "Uh anything else?" Tanaka straightened up and looked at you questioning. "Is there something wrong?"

You hid your face in the blanket not wanting to have this conversation. You know it's best to communicate in a relationship but you felt silly for feeling this way so you never wanted to talk about it. "Hmm, is it that you don't feel like having sex?" Tanaka smiled, "That's fine babe, I don't need to penetrate you to feel good, can I just eat you out?"

You pondered at the thought, what would the harm in that be? "Yeah I'd like that." You respond shyly making Tanaka smirk, "Of course you would, making me do all the work while you just relax!" Your eyebrows furrowed at that last comment and you couldn't help the way your face shrunk in to itself at the thought of people considering you lazy.

Thinking more and more, you couldn't help but wonder if Tanaka would hate to have your weight on top of him. What if you smothered him? Hell you took great care of yourself regarding your baths but what if you didnt smell much less taste appetizing?!

Internally, you came to the decision to just lay down and have Tanaka in-between your legs instead of you on top.

Tanaka looked at you for a moment, well he was really looking at your thighs, and once again you're hit with an overwhelming sense of shame as you flex your legs wishing you could hide them inconspicuously. Coming to a decision Tanaka lays down flat on the bed. You stare confused at what was going on in that moment.

"Tana?" You ask poking his sides slightly. "You know you don't have to hide from me ya'know" Tanaka raises up and grabs your waist pulling you ontop of him. You lift yourself slightly not wanting to put your full weight into him.

"I see the way you look at yourself Y/N and I don't like it." Tanaka says calmly as he takes in your agitated features. "I'm sorry." You mutter cause him to shake his head. "There's nothing for your to be sorry for. I'm your boyfriend, it is my job to help your in any way I can when your need it!"

Tanaka shifts slightly making you giggle as you're lifted up with him. "Okay, so what does the doctor suggest?" You ask teasingly. Tanaka smirks and lays back down, "The doctor request that you sit on his face." You recoil at that, "Bubs I don't think that's a good idea-" Tanaka finger wags in your face, "Doctor knows best."

You roll your eyes but hesitantly remove your underwear, bracing for the worst, before slightly positioning yourself over your boyfriend's face barely low enough for him to reach you without straining his neck. You jump as you feel a warm muscle follow the expanse of your heat.

Tanaka's hands trail down your back squeezing your ass. You blush as you look down and see him staring intensely back up at you. "You're too high." He he sighed, giving up on coaxing you down through pleasure.

You spread your legs more coming down just a bit so you're almost enveloping his mouth. Tanaka isn't exactly satisfied but he decides to move on as to not push you too far, too soon. You shiver as you feel his tongue slide up your entrance, circling around your clit.

You couldn't help but feel embarrassed everytime you looked down as you watched Tanaka eat you out like a man starved yet the whole time he never ceased eye contact.

In Tanaka's mind, he was doing his part in showing you how much he loves you and no matter how you see yourself, you are still going to be his beautiful wifey. With his eyes and ears, he took in every hitch and every twitch that your body released as he brought you closer to Nirvana.

Feeling yourself get close, you shift and bring yourself away. As much as you wanted to come, you didn't feel like you'd be able to hold yourself up any longer. "That's good enough Tana.." your stutter as you try to find purchase on the headboard.

Tanaka smirks but you're unable to see it over the small swell of your stomach and thighs. Looping his arms under and over your legs, Tanaka uses all his strength and forces you down on his face, moaning at your scent invading his senses, and sweet taste coating his mouth.

Before you could object or even try to control the amount of weight being put on your lover, Tanaka begins his feast, eating you in every sense of the word. "Tana.." you moan unsure on what to do with your hands so you settle with gripping his head as you bared down on his sinful tongue.

Tanaka was in heaven as he watched you come undone and release all the stress you had allowed to accumulate for the last couple of months. He pushed his tongue in and out of you as he used the point of his nose to place teasing circles on your clit.

You were happy to admit that this was the best head you had gotten in a long while. Losing all shame you rocked your hips humping your boyfriend's head encouraging him to suck faster. You finally come hard as Tanaka gently takes your clit in between his teeth and grinds soft circles with your soft bud.

You tremble as he licks up your release before allowing you to pull off and away. Sliding down to his crotch, your stare down at him breathing hard, and take in his features. And if you were being honest, he looked more fucked out than you with his blown out eyes and mouth covered in your fluids.

"Thank you." You mumble using tissue to help wipe his face trying not to wheeze in embarrassment as he attempts to lick up the mess you made. "Anything for you mamas." He shrugs before pulling you closer in a warm embrace. "Im sorry for making you worry." Tanaka shushed you, "Nah, your human, I'd be worried if you didn't have any doubts during this shitty quarentine."

Tanaka pulls away and looked at you with adoring eyes, "Babe if you ever have doubts, you can talk to me about it. Or if your not comfortable, I'm sure you have others to talk to about as well. It's not always good to keep things bottled up."

Tanaka stands up and stretches his sore arms as he walks towards the door.

"Besides, I like em thick."

[qissu]

ALPHA ML READER X OMEGA AIZAWA [ Smut ]

You’ve known aizawa ever since you were kids, but things changed once you found out you were an alpha and he was an omega, he would get bullied at school, you wanted to help him but you weren’t a dominate alpha. Many boys and girls would reject you just because of this.

“What’s the point of being an alpha if your a soft one.” They all laugh at you, even though you didn’t have the best relationship with aizawa in high school he still sticked up for you.

Even in college you were still made fun of.

“You need to assert your dominance! I won’t be around all the time.” He pats you on the back. “I’m not like every alpha! Why can’t you see that I like how I am, I don’t care if I never find someone I just want to be accepted.” You walk off, heading in a different direction.

Yamada sneaks up behind aizawa. “That’s not gonna work.” Bobbing back and forth with a wide grin. “You don’t know what your talking about.” Aizawa walks off as yamada followed behind.

“It’s obvious you like y/n, what you think is helping is actually pestering, just confess to him already and stop trying to change him. I know you wanna stop the bullying, just be honest with him.” Yamada walks off.

It’s true, aizawa liked you every since you were kids, once you found out you were an alpha you became gentle because of all the cases of omegas getting attacked by alphas, you were scared that you would do the same so you stopped hanging out with aizawa for some time.

Your phone lights up in your hand. “Sweetie we won’t be home until tomorrow, our flight got canceled. I’m looking at your rut tracker and tonight is the night. I know I shouldn’t but I’m concerned about you...me and your father so please stay inside the house once you get home.” Your mother hangs up the phone.

“I should email my professor.” Before heading home you go shopping for the night ahead, you always found yourself passed out and hungry once you come to.

You were an only child, it got lonely with it just being you. As your cooking something simple to eat you hear knocking on the door.

“Who is it?”

“Open up It’s me.” Hearing his voice made you panic. “I’m uh really sick, come back later!” You shout at the door. It was silent for a few seconds.

“You sure don’t look sick.” Aizawa comes through the window, as he stood up you gaze over his body. He had a nice build for an omega, you quickly turn away. “You shouldn’t be here.”

He walks over towards the kitchen, following behind you. “I wouldn’t have to go through such links if it wasn’t important.” You feel hands wrap around your frame. “You have to add a little more pepper if you want it to go with the other dish.” Your breathing becomes heavy, covering your mouth as his body pressed against yours.

“Please leave.”

“But you s-” you quickly turn around, grabbing onto his shoulder squeezing him. “Just leave!”

It was your rut making you act like this, being near aizawa made it worse, you run towards your room, slamming the door behind yourself.

Aizawa follows behind you, resting his head on your door. “I’m sorry if me being here caused you problems, I just wanted our relationship to be how it used to when we were young. I’ll head out.”

As he walks away you open the door, grabbing his wrist as you pull him into your arms. “I don’t hate you, I just can’t be with you right now...I don’t want to hurt you while I’m in this state.” You pull away, rubbing his cheeks with your thumb.

“Let me help you feel good.” Aizawa pushes you down on the bed, getting ontop of you as he boxed you in with his thighs. “Aizawa, I’m scared...what if I hurt you? Or get you pregnant?”

He wipes away your tears, planting kisses over the wet areas under your eyes. “Your not going to hurt me, I want this and I want you...and I wanna help you through it...plus is getting me pregnant bad? I wouldn’t mind having a baby from you.” He smirks.

You grab ahold of his hand. “You say that now, but if I can’t stop?”

“I wouldn’t want you to stop...this might come as a shock but I want you to be rough with me, it’s the only time you get to truly express yourself.” He calms you down as he lifts up your shirt, helping you take It off before running his hands up and down your body.

You surrender to your rut, placing your hands on his ass as you rip his pants, he looks back at pieces of his pants scattered on the bed before looking back at you. You were breathing heavy with lust in your eyes. “Let’s make each other feel good...together.”

You quickly tackle him, getting on top as you turn his body around under yours, you couldn’t help but be fixated on his ass, you grip onto both cheeks with your hands, bruising them before biting down tenderly. His head lifts up as he let out a moan.

His body squirm under yours as you suck on his ass before placing kisses traveling up his back. Your hand wraps around his neck. He never seen you act like this, it was arousing. With your free hand you unzip your pants, rubbing your dick between his ass. “He’s surprisingly big, I just want him to fuck me already.”

You force his head into the pillow, pushing the tip in before slamming into him. His body lifts up but you keep a firm grip on his neck. “This is my first time! It feels so good I don’t wanna stop.”

The bed lifts forward with every thrust, hitting against the wall. His cock was going deeper than aizawa thought it could, tears stream down his face as he bites into the pillow. “He’s going to tear me apart!” His eyes roll backwards with each thrust.

It was like another side you was coming out, it was scaring you but you didn’t want to stop. Aizawa back was now covered in bite marks and bruises, once you orgasm you weren’t done, you pick his body off the bed, sitting him in your lap as his head hanged back.

His legs felt like jelly, you bring his face closer to yours, pulling him in for a kiss as you wipe his tears away. His body felt as if it was being torn apart until you knotted him. “Y/n...y- your getting bigger! It hurts! He cried out but you couldn’t stop it you both were stuck until your knot was over.

His body finally gives up when his head drops on your shoulder, but you kept going until it was all out of your system. Only stopping early in the morning. Cum trickled down his entrance once you were done. You pass out before you could do anything else.

“Y/n...wake up. I made breakfast.” At the sound of his voice your eyes slowly open, he stood in front of you naked. Your eyes scan over his body, you notice the bruises from last night. As he walks away you pull him by the wrist. “I’m sorry! Your body l-” he stops you, pressing his lips against yours.

“I told you, I don’t mind...I didn’t know you would get bigger while inside but I’m okay.” He flashes you a smile. “I- I’m still a little sleepy, is it okay if I eat later?”

“But it’s going to get cold!” You roll over ignoring him. He gets under the covers moving his hand down until it’s inside your pants.

“Hey!” You immediately jump out the bed. “Come on it didn’t even hurt all I did was stick my thumb inside.” He smirks.

“I don’t like it, it felt weird.” He gets all in your face. “Please...can I stick my cock inside of you, it’ll feel good I promise...just this once.” You want to say no but you don’t want him to think he’s just a sex toy to you.

“Okay, but go slow.” You get back on the bed, aizawa helps turn you over, fixing your arch. His cock was rock hard against your skin.

You feel his tip press inside of you, gasping out you grab onto the headboard. “Does it hurt?”

“Mhm.” You shake your head. “Just give it time and relax.” Aizawa took his time with you, placing his hand over yours as he leaves kisses down your back.

“I love you y/n, I love everything about you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He grunts when he pushes all of his cock inside, your insides tighten around it. “It’s okay just relax for me, since we don’t have lube it’s going to hurt.”

“I- it feels weird! My body feels hot all over, is this normal?”

“Y- yes.” His strokes were slow but deep, reaching the places that were itching for his cock. “It’s okay to feel good, I still can’t believe you let me stick it in.” He chuckles.

“You know you left me such a mess last night, I have to pay you back.” He slams into you, your body lifts up, you kick him off the bed before running into the bathroom, locking the door.

“What the hell! Y/n?! Come back out here!” He bangs on the door. “You did that on purpose! You said you were gonna go slow!”

“Okay I lied, I couldn’t help it!” His head laid against the door. “I won’t do it again, I promise.”

“I don’t want to do it anymore, can we stop?” Aizawa felt the hurt in your voice, he was starting to regret his decision.

“You’re mad at me aren’t you?” He couldn’t help but cry, he felt bad. The door creaks open, in front of you was aizawa, his tears stained his face as he wipes them away. “I’m not mad, I just didn’t want to continue for now...don’t cry please.” You wipe away his tears.

That day you laid in bed with aizawa all day long, holding him in your arms as you played with his hair. Even though he’s more dominate than you it still shocked you that he cried. “Aizawa, I think I’m ready.” You whisper in his ear.

“No I’m not doing it until we do it properly.” He nudges his head back into your chest, after a few seconds you get up, looking over his body before climbing on top of him.

“Y/n...what are you doing?” He said while whipping his eyes. All he saw was you holding onto his cock before bringing yourself down on it.

You wince out in pain as your head lifted up. “I- I wanna please you, I don’t want you to think it’s one sided.” As you bounce on his cock it starts to become comfortable, aizawa sits up, placing his tongue on your nipple, sucking on them as your body lifted back and forth on his cock.

The night ended with you passed out in his arms after orgasming. After a few days you get shocking news.

“Well the stomach aches you feel aren’t stomach aches...your pregnant...congratulations.” The doctor smiles while you and aizawa look at each other in shock. “You did say you wanted a baby.”

“Shut up!”

[hopelikethemoon]

maybe forever (Javier x Reader) [smut] (part 3)

Title: maybe forever  Rating: Explicit  Length: 3,400 words Warnings: Smut (unprotected, blowjob/oral sex (m receiving), fingering, mild angst, fluff, daddy!javi Notes: part 3 of (maybe/today)  (now the whole thing is called maybe today, maybe forever). Dedicated to @grapemama​ aaaaand of course @rzrcrst​ for providing me with the best name for the baby.  Summary: Two weeks after “today” Javi and Reader make plans. 

Javier sat a stack of papers down on the coffee table in front of you as he peeled off his black leather jacket. “She already asleep?” He questioned, nodding his head down the hallway towards Josie’s bedroom. 

You nodded, taking the last pull from your bottle of beer as you stood up. “The sitter had her nephew there today and I think all the excitement wore her out. She was out like a light, seconds after I put her down.” 

“Of course she did,” Javier shook his head, scratching at the back of his neck as he sank down on the sofa, stretching his legs out to rest on the coffee table. “I bet you if I had come home early, she’d still be wide awake.” 

“Always.” You laughed, heading towards the fridge for another beer. “You want one?” 

“If you don’t mind, baby.” Javier answered, already engrossed in his paperwork when you got back to the sofa. You settled down beside him, curling your legs beneath you as you watched him work. The situation with the Cali Cartel had led to a surprising amount of paperwork — between the DEA, CIA, and the Columbian authorities Javier was constantly having to file a stack of paperwork for every decision he made on the case. 

“Do you want me to stay out here?” You questioned, turning the volume on the TV down so it wouldn’t distract him. 

He didn’t look up from the page he was reviewing, reaching over and giving your thigh a squeeze. “Yeah. I could use the company.” 

You sat your bottle down on the coffee table, leaning towards him so you could play your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. “Don’t work yourself too hard, Javi. You can finish it up at the office tomorrow.” 

 “Then I’ll just have another fucking stack to deal with ontop of this bullshit.” He complained, reaching for his bottle and taking a swig. “Look how many fucking trees we’ve killed trying to shut down the cartel.” 

 “Throw a stack on my desk tomorrow. I’ll help.” You offered, stroking your fingers through his hair. 

“I appreciate that,” He drawled out warmly, sitting the stack of papers down on the coffee table before he turned to look at you. Javier rested his hand on your bare thigh, his fingers splaying out across your warm skin. “How are you?” 

“Better now that you’re home.” You answered with a smirk, shifting closer to him. 

 “Yeah?” A brow quirked upwards as he ran his tongue over the edge of his teeth. “Why don’t you come over here and sit on my lap while I keep working a little bit longer.” He offered. 

 Who were you to say ‘no’?

 “Don’t you think I’ll distract you?” You questioned, dancing your fingertips down the back of his neck. You moved to straddle his lap, your knees pressing into the sofa on either side of his thighs. “Like this?” 

 Javier slid his hands down your back, giving your ass a playful tap. “Just a few more pages, baby. Then I’m all yours.” He promised, his mustache tickling you as he pressed a row of kisses along your jawline. He hesitated, sighing heavily. “It still hasn’t faded.” 

 Your hand went instinctively to the bruise he’d left on you nearly two weeks ago. It had been a lot worse looking at the start. “It’s almost gone.” You brushed your fingertips down the column of his throat, smoothing them over the skin where his chest was exposed. “Don’t worry about it Javi.”

“I haven’t stopped thinking about it.” He confessed, sinking back against the sofa with a heavy sigh. “It could’ve been me.” He dragged his hands along your legs where they were draped over his thighs, before he curled them around your hips. 

“But it wasn’t.” You played with the hair that had fallen against his forehead, ruffling it back as you leaned forward to kiss him. Your breath danced over his lips as you pulled back enough to speak. “And now everyone knows about us.” 

Javier’s hand made its way up your side, winding through your hair as he cradled the back of your head. “They’re gonna get sick of hearing me brag about how perfect Josie is.” He smirked, nipping at your bottom lip. 

“I think Chris already is.” You laughed, bumping your nose against his. 

He huffed and rolled his eyes. “He’s just pissed that he can’t keep shaming you for being a single mom.” He squeezed your hip, his thumb brushing over your hip bone through your cotton shorts. “I should’ve done that sooner.” 

“We both thought that keeping this,” You gestured between you. “Quiet was a good idea.” Admittedly, it had been hell. Especially in the beginning — in those weeks and months after you both agreed to give a relationship a try. He was still getting intel out of hookers, he just wasn’t actually fucking them. The entire office thought he was, of course. But he wasn’t. The only person warming his bed had been you. 

Javier had barely controlled himself when the guys in the office started making thinly veiled sexist comments about your predicament. ‘I don’t blame your baby daddy for hightailing it out of here. Who wants to be saddled with a kid in this hellhole?’ and ‘You don’t even know who the father is? Wouldn’t have pegged you for that kind of lady.’ He defended your honor, as much as someone who was just your partner would. 

No one knew that he was the one holding you at night when the hormones had gotten the best of you and you cried like a baby. Well, now they knew. 

You shifted your hips forward on his lap so you were settled directly atop his bulge. “Do you still want to work on the files?” You questioned, slowly grinding down against him. 

He dragged his hands up your bare thighs, his breath hot against your lips as he tilted his head. “I really should, baby.” 

Despite his words, you undid two more buttons on his shirt. “Are you sure?” You questioned, rocking your hips again. You ghosted your lips over his, before you made the motion to get off his lap. “If you insist.”

Javier’s hands tightened around your hips. “Where do you think you’re going, baby?” He questioned, bucking his hips up beneath you, his denim clad cock dragging against the soft fabric of your shorts. 

“Fuck.” You hissed out, curling your fingers around the back of his neck. 

“You like that?” Javi questioned roughly, holding your hips steady as he moved beneath you. 

Your lips parted with a soft moan and you nodded your head in response. That wasn’t good enough, though. He stilled beneath you, fingers gripping your hips tightly. “Use your words, baby.” 

“Don’t be a dick, Javi.” You hissed out, scraping your nails over his scalp as you dragged them through his hair. “I want to come.” 

Javier chuckled. “Was that so hard?”

“I dunno.” You smirked. “You’re awfully hard.” 

He snapped the waistband of your shorts. “Get these off.” 

You didn’t need to be told twice. You slid off his lap, shimmying out of your shorts and underwear, never taking your eyes off his face. Instead of returning to your spot on his lap, you pushed the coffee table out of the way and knelt down on the floor in front of him.

“Baby—” 

Your tongue darted out to wet your lips as you looked up at him, sliding your hands along his inner thighs. “You’ve been so stressed lately, Javi.” You said sweetly, reaching up to unbuckle his belt, dragging it out of the loops and tossing it aside. “Let me take care of you.”  

Javier brushed his fingers over your cheek, his lips parting with a crooked grin. “What did I do to deserve you?” 

You grinned back at him with a shrug, “I’ve wondered about that myself.” You teased as you popped the button of his jeans. You kept your eyes on his as you slowly dragged the zipper down, fingers delving into his pants. 

Rising up on your knees, you leaned forward and trailed your mouth over his cock through his boxers. His fingers tangled in your hair, gathering it up so he could watch you. You were just teasing him, letting your hot breath play over his hardening cock. 

You reached up and started fumbling with the last three buttons of his shirt, never ceasing your teasing. Your hands roamed over his newly bared skin, nails lightly scraping over his stomach as you traveled downwards, hooking your fingers into the waistband of his boxers. Javier’s hips lifted up off the sofa to help you, but you pressed your palms flat against his thighs. “Keep the jeans on.” 

Javier’s lips parted as he stared down at you, “Goddammit.” He breathed out, rubbing at his neck. 

You smirked up at him as you curled your fingers around the base of his cock, holding him steady as you wrapped your lips around him. You took him in slowly, your tongue swirling around him until he hit the back of your throat. 

His fingers tightened in your hair, enough to make you moan at the hot mix of pain and pleasure that rushed through your veins. “You look so pretty like that, baby.” He drawled out, his voice rough with desire. 

Encouraged by his praise, you started moving your mouth along his length. God, the sounds he made as you lavished him with attention made your cunt throb. Between the increasing pressure at work with the Cali Cartel, Javier moving into the apartment, and Josie — you hadn’t had much of a chance to enjoy your time with him. Not since the shower. 

You pulled back nearly completely, keeping your lips wrapped around the head of his cock. You sucked lightly, before releasing him with a wet pop. You grinned up at him, your lips glistening with saliva, before sweeping your tongue over the tip of him. 

“Fuck.” Javier groaned, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he looked down at you. “Get up here.” 

Defying him, your lips parted and you took him back into your mouth once more. His fingers tightened in your hair, dragging you off his cock. “Did you hear me?”

You swept your tongue out over your bottom lip, batting your eyes as you looked up at him with your best look of innocence. “I did.” 

“Get. Up. Here.” He punctuated each word with a clench of his fingers in your hair. You moaned at the rush of arousal you felt between your thighs and you didn’t resist this time. Planting your hands on his thighs, you stood up on unsteady legs — straddling him once more. 

Javier’s mouth crashed against yours. The hand that he’d had tangled in your hair grabbed at the back of your neck. You rose up on your knees, reaching between you to grab his cock, but he caught your wrist. “Wait.” He panted out, scraping his teeth over your bottom lip. 

You blinked at him, eyes burning with desire as you held his gaze. 

“Look how wet you got, just from sucking my cock.” Javier taunted as he dragged two fingers between your slick folds. Your eyes fell closed as you savored the sensation of finally being touched. “Look at me, baby. Wanna see your eyes.” 

You nodded your head at his request, lashes fluttering as you met his dark eyes. “I’ve missed it.”

“I could tell,” He brushed your hair back behind your ears, playing with the strands that were stuck to your sweat-damp skin. “We’ve got to do this more.” Javier marveled at you, soft words spilling from his lips as he pressed two fingers into you. “I miss you all the damn time, baby.” 

Leaning forward, you cupped his cheek as you kissed him. Your tongue played over his bottom lip, a moan caught between your mouths. He languidly worked his fingers in and out of you, his thumb ghosting over your clit with never enough pressure to push you over the edge. 

You trailed your hand from his cheek, letting it rest at the curve of his neck. Breathing raggedly, you pulled back from the kiss, your lips still brushing against his as you spoke. “I need you, Javi.” 

Beyond words, he gave a quiet grunt in response. He barely gave you a chance to mourn the loss of his fingers, before his cock was pressing into you. You clenched around him, rolling your hips downwards. 

Javier held you steady as he thrust his hips upwards, driving into you. You had missed being with him like this. The intimacy of it. As much as you had loved the way he’d taken you in the shower — you had wanted this. You had needed this. The way he cradled your cheek in his palm, the way he kissed you like he never wanted it to end, the way he promised that he loved you in between every touch of his lips. 

You clung to him desperately as your body tightened around him, your orgasm milking his own release from him. He groaned out your name, hips still rocking upwards as you both came down from your high. 

Sometime after you’d regained control of your breathing, you carefully slid off his lap and collapsed lengthways on the sofa beside him. Javier gave your leg a squeeze before getting up off the sofa. He tucked his cock back into his boxers, doing up his jeans as you wandered down the hallway to the bathroom.

You reached for your long-forgotten beer, taking a swig off it as you watched Javi return with two damp washcloths in his hand. “What are you doing?” 

“Taking care of you,” He answered with an affectionate smile. 

Javier used the first cloth to wipe at your face, cleaning away the mascara that had run down your cheeks, and the mess of saliva that had dried to your chin and lips from sucking his cock. 

You stole a kiss once he was done, smiling back at him. “Now you’ve got me wondering what I did to deserve you.” You pushed your fingers through his messy hair, playing with it idly as he used the second damp cloth between your thighs, wiping away the mix of your arousals. 

“Probably too damn much.” He remarked, brushing his fingers over the yellowing bruises on your hips. Javier met your eyes, “I love you.” You swore your heart skipped a beat.

“I love you too.” 

 —— —— —— —— —— —— —— —— —— —— ——

 “You shouldn’t have said ‘no’.” You stated as you stood at the stove, stirring the simmering pot of pasta sauce. “They’re just going to throw a bitchfit on Monday.” 

Javier shrugged as you looked over your shoulder at him. “You can’t blame a man for wanting to spend his weekend at home.” He remarked, cradling Josie to his chest as he sat at the kitchen table with her. 

You arched a brow at him. 

“Baby, it’s not a situation I wanna be put in anymore. Chris can handle it.” He held Josie up so her feet were resting on his legs, trying to stand on her own and failing. He supported her securely, letting her bounce and giggle. 

“I just don’t want there to be any issues.” You sighed, lips drawn into a thin line as you turned another burner on to start the pasta. As it was, you hadn’t been assigned outside of the office since the pair of you had come clean with the talking heads above you. 

“Look,” He started, pausing so he could shower Josie with kisses — making her squeal and babble with joy. “I’m burning the candle at both ends at the office. I just wanna be home with my girls this weekend. Shit, you’re acting like this is a bad thing. Did you have other plans or something?” 

You cracked the pasta in half and dumped into the water, putting the sauce on a lower heat setting before you walked over to the table. “It’s not a bad thing. I just don’t want you screwing up and getting heat for it.” You ran your hand over his broad shoulders, leaning down to kiss his cheek. “We’re both glad you’re here.” 

Josie grabbed at you, blowing raspberries. 

“Are you teaching your daughter bad manners again?” You arched a brow, pretending to be disappointed in him. 

Javi chuckled. “What can I say? I’m a bad influence.” He winked at you before looking back at Josie, his expression faltering after a minute. “We’re good. Right?”

Your heart clenched and you quietly admitted, “I just don’t want you to resent us.”

“That’s not gonna happen.” Javier sighed. 

Josie squealed, seeking attention. She reached out, tugging at Javi’s mustache before descending into a fit of giggles. 

You leaned down and kissed the top of her head, before you headed back over to the stove to tend to the pasta, not wanting it to stick. You could feel his eyes on you as you kept your back to him as you finished working on dinner. 

“I want out.” 

“What?”

“Of the DEA.” He clarified. “Once this shit with the cartel is sorted out, I wanna get out.” 

Your brows furrowed together as you looked back at him, “Okay.” 

“Do you—”

“Yeah, I do.” You strained the pasta out over the sink, sitting the strainer aside to cool. “Where will we go? Back to the states?” 

“Maybe Miami.” He suggested. “We can go annoy the shit out of Murphy.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “I see what this is all about.” You teased. “You just want to partner up with Steve again.”

“You caught me!” Javier got up from the table, nestling Josie into one arm as he walked over to the fridge to get the bottle of wine out for you. He was good at helping around the apartment, which had honestly shocked you. 

“I think I’d like that.” You chewed on your bottom lip, brows still furrowed as you continued working on platting up the spaghetti. “It’ll be a change.”

“Hey,” He drawled out, hooking a finger in your belt loop to pull you close. 

“Hmm?” You tilted your chin to look at him, your lips quirking upwards at the corners. 

“I’m trying to do right by you and Josie, alright?” Javi’s hand curled around your hip, keeping you there. “I don’t wanna get caught in crossfire and I sure as hell don’t want to go undercover and fuc — flirt — with hookers all weekend. I want this. I’m all in.” 

You smiled up at him, “I want it too.” Rising up on your toes, you pressed a kiss to his lips before turning your attention to Josie who was making gurgling sounds to get attention. “I know things started out rocky,” You took her out of his holding, cradling her in your arms so she was facing him. “But I don’t want to lose this.” 

“You’re not.” Javi assured you, leaning down to press kisses to Josie’s forehead and cheeks, before planting one on your lips too. “You’re stuck with me, baby.” 

“I can’t think of a better person to get stuck with.” 

At the start you’d worried that maybe you’d only get to keep him for a month, maybe six. You’d worried yourself to death that he’d wake up one morning and realize he didn’t want this — Josie, you, this life. You could’ve done it all on your own, but you didn’t want to. You wanted him. You wanted this. 

The baby, the partner, the condo in Miami; taking Josie to the Everglades National Park to see alligators, ice cream on the beach. Or anywhere. You’d go wherever you had to, just to have a fraction of that. 

Javier gave your ass a playful swat as he stepped around you, “Let’s have dinner. The sooner we eat, the sooner we can get her down for the night.” 

You rolled your eyes, “I should’ve known you had ulterior motives.” Bouncing Josie in your arms, you watched him help himself to the pasta and sauce, fixing your plate too. “I bet I could convince abuelita to watch her for a couple hours tomorrow.” 

He smirked. “I love the way you think.” He plucked out a piece of pasta from the strainer, tilting his head back to slurp it into his mouth — all for show for Josie. 

“Your daddy’s silly, isn’t he?” You kissed the top of her head and smiled brightly. This was the man no one at the DEA got to see. This was the Javier only you knew. The goofball, the adoring father.... the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. 

[faustonastring]

Hi so I've recently come across your blog thingy, and its really cool!! Um my ask or request is, can you do one where mc has PTSD? Or social anxiety?

Thanks for requesting! I’m just going to be writing social anxiety for this one, but if any one wants me to write for ptsd I’ll get too it eventually! Also I’m not an expert, and mental illness including social anxiety effects everyone differently so please take this with many grains of salt. (Also tagging @nnuggett so they can see it.)

Main six with an mc that has social anxiety

Asra

It should be noted that asra doesn’t like crowds. It’s stated multiple times throughout the game and Julian flat out says it in heart hunters, so whilst this is a direct sign of social anxiety, he has some sort of understanding of how you feel, and he wants you to feel better. ASAP.

Asra isn’t the most social person, he isn’t one to open up to people he just met and it takes him a hot minute to fully trust people, and while I’m a huge advocate for asra having no boundaries, I’m a very strong believer that he knows what yours are, and respects them without question.

He tries his best too take you on trips with him during off seasons, so they’re won’t be too many people, and tries his best to do most the talking, and he will make up excuses to pull you away from that situation. He also does this when your working at the shop as well.

If your ever having a bad day or an anxiety attack, he will immediately pull you over to somewhere quite and hold you tight, whispering that it will be okay, and how much he loves you, and if your at the shop, he reluctantly pulls away from you to make some tea, then the cuddles continue

Nadia

Though Nadia may look very calm and put together, it’s canon that she doesn’t like press conferences, or big parties, it’s also canon that she’s silently panicking on the inside in like every route. Fake it till you make it baby. With that being said, like asra, she may not have social anxiety but she understands where your coming from.

She’s been seen by the residence of vesuvia as cold hearted, and mysterious, just because she simply does not like the attention. Unlike lucio. So of course she isn’t going to push you to participate in any of those events either, she just wants you to feel comfortable.

There are going to be times the two of you have to make public appearances together. She tries her best to go to them without you for your sake, but you sadly can’t avoid all of them. So the entire time is spent with her arm around your shoulders or waist, or her hand squeezing yours, anything she needs too do to keep you grounded.

If your limits ever get pushed and your starting to have an attack or can’t be in the situation any longer, she wraps up whatever she was doing real quick, no matter how noble the noble person was, and take you to her sanctuary to help you reground your self. She also teaches you some breathing exercises that will help.

Julian

He is the exact opposite to say the least, not in the sense that he’s attention seeking, and loves being in the center of attention, no matter what. (*coughs lucio-sorry uh, had something stuck in my throat) he just doesn’t really mind it, but he is the king of respecting boundaries let me tell ya-

He will ask you if your up to go to the raven that day, hours in advance and won’t pressure you or try to convince you to go if your not up for it. That’s your decision and he respects that. That goes for all your dates that involve interacting with people, he just wants to make sure your comfortable, and if anything feels gross, tell him and he’ll fix it.

Don’t go to the raven just to make him happy, hes already happy. he’s usually good at catching you, trying to do that, but on the days he doesn’t he feels god awful for making you uncomfortable, and will do anything, and he means anything to make you feel better.

What do you need a bath? He’s running the water? A hug? Baby don’t fret, his arms are made for hugging. Some cuddles? Get ready to be in a pile of limbs and sweat for the next hour because he refuses to get up. And this goes for when he does and doesn’t think he’s the problem, this for where ever and when ever your upset or having an attack.

Portia

Baby girl has a lot of self confidence issues. A lot of self confidence issues. Don’t let her bubbly exterior fool you, she’s got inner struggles to ya’know. And having low self esteem can be a side effect from having social anxiety, so if that applies to you, well then the two of you see each other.

She respects your boundaries and the fact that people, and interacting with people makes you feel yucky, so she’ll try her absolute hardest to keep one of her many many acquaintances out of your hair, all while keeping you up with the latest drama, while the two of you drink some tea and munch on home made bread.

Sadly you can’t always avoid Portia’s acquaintances, they’re every where. So there may be times when some one will run up to Portia to start gossiping, and then somehow manage to drag you into the conversation as well. Lucky for you, you and Portia made up a code to help when things like this happen. Just squeeze her hand three times and you’ll be outta there.

As soon as you get home and/or the two of you are alone, she’ll hug you and apologize, then she’ll tell you to go lay down and relax while she makes some tea, and heat up some bread in the oven. Don’t worry, she doesn’t care about getting crumbs in the bed she can fix that later, right now she only cares about you. And if your still shaken up she feeds you the bread.

Muriel

Out of every one In the main six, I think it’s safe to say that ontop of his ptsd, he most likely had social anxiety, and has had it since he was a child. So he knows exactly how you feel, and it hurts his heart so much to see you go through what he went through for the past *mumble* years. And his heart breaks even more if your social anxiety is as bad as his, or even worst.

King. Of respecting boundaries. I know I said that for Julian but Muriel? Muriel? Is there even competition? If you say going to a place or doing a certain activity makes you feel uncomfortable, the do not fear honey, he will never bring it up again, never ever ever. All he asks is that you respect his boundaries in return

He’s a very strong believer that if he has to start opening up and talking to people then you should too. Don’t be scared, it will be okay, he’s gonna be there with you, holding you hand the entire time. You can figure out this whole ‘social interaction’ thing together. One baby step at a time. And don’t worry, the both of you have plenty of time.

There will be times when boundaries get pushed, or things go too far, or a conversation take an unexpected turn, but the second that happens, he’s holding you, carrying you to his hut, and the second the two of you get there, he lets you cry for aslong as you need. He won’t let go of you, but he’ll try to do little things to ground you, like rubbing little circles on your hand or back.

Lucio

There are going to be a lot of uh...oopsies in your relationship, not because lucio doesn’t care, more because lucio cares so much that he doesn’t want to screw anything up but at the same time he also cares about attention, good or bad, and he can’t help it if he ‘accidentally’ makes him self the center of it.

He needs to work on understanding that not every one has the same interest as him, and while there are a lot of people who do, sometimes he needs a friendly reminder that the world doesn’t revolve around him. And that you hate being in the spotlight. So you never will be. Point. Blank. Period luv.

But that’s not going to stop him from talking about you to literally everyone he meets. And he isn’t just talking Nono he’s bragging about how much he loves you and how great and perfect you are, and how whoever the hell he is talking to will never have some one as perfect as you, unaware of the fact that, that alone can make your anxiety go crazy.

And ohhhh baby is he quick to apologize. He didn’t know, really. Truly. From the bottom of his heart he did t and he is so sorry. He actually starts to tear up, because he doesn’t fully understand what he did wrong, but he made you upset. He just thought that being that you weren’t there for him to ‘show off’ he could tell everyone who great he thinks you are, but from the bottom of his heart. He is sorry.

Thanks for reading! Again I’m no expert so take this with a grain of salt. And if you liked what you read you can locate my masterlist here!

Next request: main six reacting to Mc proposing to them

Request R open!

[iwach4n]

Reminisce (Iwaizumi x fem!Reader)

This is incredibly self indulgent but by god i want to marry Iwa. I want to marry him so bad.

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warnings: mild swearing

word count: 1889

read time: 7 minutes

11:30am was not a particularly early time to wake up, but considering that you had returned to the hotel room at 3:00 after hours apon hours of drinking, dancing and chatting with friends and family, it was actually quite impressive. You looked and felt a mess, with sweat remaining from the shower you had been too tired to take, hair sticking out in every direction and remnants of makeup, sloppily removed in early hours of the morning, smudged around your face. And yet, Iwaizumi was still looking at you like you were the most amazing thing on Earth.

"What?" you laughed, shifting closer to him under the covers.

"Just looking at my beautiful wife," he responded, with an expression so lovestruck it made you giggle more.

"I'm never going to get used to that."

It was his turn to laugh, pulling you closer against his bare chest, "You better, Mrs Iwaizumi, because I'm going to keep saying it."

You smiled with an expression mirroring his own. In the five years you had been together, you never got tired of mornings like these. Waking up in his arms, taking in every detail of his face, memorising exactly how his body felt pressed against yours. And now you were married. There was nothing better in the world.

"What did I do to get so lucky?" he mused, making you shove him half-heartedly with a laugh.

"Save the compliments for when I don't look like shit."

His arms didn't relent, wrapping around you and pulling you ontop of him. A soft kiss was pressed to your lips.

"I'm not kidding. If someone had told me seven years ago that I'd get to marry you, I'd be overjoyed, and also never believe them," Iwa said, before catching himself on his words.

"Seven years ago? You mean like first year?" you asked, a hint of amusement in your voice as you rested your chin on his chest. He groaned a little in embarrassment.

"Okay, so I may have lied when I said I started liking you at the start of third year."

You couldn't help but start laughing for real now.

"We didn't even talk in first year!"

"I know, but I was sixteen! What was I supposed to do, not fall for the cute girl who helped me with my English homework?" he defended as you rolled off him in your laughter, finding his reaction funnier than the actual situation.

"You're so adorable," you said, pecking him on the lips and giggling at his red face.

"Asking you for help with that English was probably the best decision of my life." His hand found its way to yours under the covers, calloused fingers intertwining with your soft ones.

"I can't believe that's actually what got you," your laughs were softer now. At the start of your relationship, you had been a little insecure as to whether Hajime liked you as much as he said he did, but you'd grown past that now. Though you sometimes wondered quite what he saw in you, you knew he wasn't lying about anything.

"You were pretty and nice to me and you told Oikawa to fuck off. At the time, that was like, my dream woman."

A snort escaped from your mouth as you nestled into the crook of his arm, tracing patterns along his chest.

"I think the moment I really fell for you was when I first saw you play in a match," you mused, remembering being dragged to watch with your friends in second year and not regretting it one bit. Your husband gave a small hum of encouragement, as if telling you to continue, so you did.

"I mean, I thought you were hot and cool and whatever before, but on court, you were just so... driven. You kept pushing for one more point," you said, eyes glued to your finger as it wove its way through invisible paths along his torso, "it was like a whole new side of you."

As you spoke, he had buried his face in your hair, and you felt him smile against your scalp.

"Honestly, that's the only way you would've fallen for me. I'd have been much more awkward if I'd known you were watching."

"Looking back, you were so awkward," you recalled, thinking back to your highschool days, "but at the time, I just thought you hated me or something."

"For real?" It was his turn to rumble in laughter.

"You were always avoiding me!" you said in defence, pouting at his growing laughs.

"I'm sorry for making you think that," he said, unable to keep the grin off his face, "you were so ridiculously pretty that I got nervous. And it's only gotten better from there."

"Someone's sappy today," you giggled as he rolled over, hovering over you. He only hummed in response, planting a sweet kiss on your lips, "but seeing as we're remembering the old times, remember when you first asked me out?"

These words were enough to make him groan and collapse off of you, arm going up to cover his reddening face.

"I wish I didn't. Most embarrassing moment of my life."

"I think I need to refresh your memory," you managed through giggles.

"No!" he groaned, "you do not."

"Oh, I'm going to."

Hajime always got embarrassed when you brought up how he asked you out on your first date because it was a prime example of how awkward he'd been at the start of your relationship. You still remembered it vividly, and his reaction to you telling the story was almost as cute as the image in your head, so you would remind him every chance you got.

"Can we talk about the proposal instead? I was a lot cooler with that one."

You ignored his pleas, beginning your narration, "Imagine it-"

"You told this like fifty times yesterday. Stop," he was laughing too, despite being bashful.

"This isn't just what I told yesterday. This is the unabridged version, just for you," you said, and he finally gave up on arguing with a sigh, "imagine it; the last week of third year, and it was coming to the end of a maths lesson - a class I didn't share with the hero of our story. In my head, I was thinking about the lovely ace, who is currently looking at me like if someone was to shoot him, he wouldn't complain, but that his dying wish would be for me to shut up. I was wondering if I should make a move on him."

Iwaizumi's face turns from one of annoyance to curiosity - he hasn't heard this part of the story. You'd never really told him what went through your head that day. Noticing his change of expression, you decided to expand on that train of thought.

"You see, there was only a week left. After that, I might not get the chance. I might never see him again - at least, this is what I thought, as I didn't know that we were both going to the same university the next year. Part of me thought that it was now or never, but I decided on never. He was cool and popular and always seemed confident. If he liked me, I thought, he would make a move himself. This thought crossed my mind as I began to pack my things, and then, as if on cue-"

Iwaizumi's arm returned to covering his face. This was his least favourite part of the story.

"My knight in shining armour burst in, having been let out of his class early, and shouted, in front of the whole class, '(Y/N), I really like you, and have for a while! Please go on a date with me!'"

Your husband let out a long groan at this, the embarrassment still fresh despite it having been five years. Usually, this is where you stopped. It was pretty much the end of the story. But you continued.

"Naturally, I agreed. But, as if things weren't already awkward enough, our good old friend Oikawa decided to pipe up from behind you-"

"Oh my god," Hajime interrupted momentarily, "I forgot about this bit."

"And the somewhat sweet confession was finished off with the lovely note of 'Woo! They're finally gonna bone!'. The end."

It appeared the little addition shook Iwa out of the annoyed mood the story usually put him in, because he uncovered his face and laughed reminiscently.

"We both got detention for that," he chuckled, pulling you back into his chest.

"Was it worth it?" you asked, knowing the answer but wanting to hear it anyway.

"Take a look around. We're married. Of course it was worth it," what was probably the hundreth kiss of the day was placed on your forehead, "I'd sit through a million detentions to keep you with me."

"Good thing you don't have to. I don't think I'd be able to go a million hours without you," you said, beginning to fiddle with his hair, "can I try and plait your hair?"

"No," was the short answer, "we're gonna talk about that first date I asked you on."

"Why?" you asked, cocking your head as your fingers left his hair. The date had been nice, but other than the fact it was your first with your now husband, there had been nothing particularly special about it.

"Don't think I've forgotten about when you tried to say you were hungry and instead said horny, and were so shocked by the fact that your mouth did that that you spilt your drink all over both of us."

"Oh my god, even I forgot about that."

"I'm gonna give you a dramatic narration."

"No!"

The rest of the morning and early afternoon was taken up like this - reminiscing about notable moments in your relationship. Everything from your first kiss, which had turned an uneventful 'date' of running errands together into a special one, to your first 'I love you's, which had slipped out on a late night call. Each of you gave vivid retellings of meeting the other's parents for the first time, which had gone swimmingly for Hajime, but had been incredibly awkward for you until his father made some comment about thinking his son was gay until then because of the amount of time he spent with Oikawa. That really broke the ice between you, but it put Iwaizumi into an adorably disagreeable mood for the rest of the night. Iwa finally got to talk about the proposal, which you had to admit had been very romantic, and then you talked about the wedding the night before.

Eventually, you moved on from the past and talked about the future. Where to go for your honeymoon, where you'd like to settle down one day, how many kids you'd like and when. You decided you'd move to the outskirts of Tokyo, and start a family in your late twenties. You settled on two kids, but maybe a third a little later on. And then, when you retired, you'd move to the Okinawa prefecture and live by the beach. By the time you got hungry enough to need to get up, you felt like your entire life was planned.

You couldn't wait to make it real and have more things to reminisce about.