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#yall i remembered this art from a while ago and i found it (saw artist a while back bc the style looked familiar) and like.#you ever save something about a specific series and forgot the plot bc it had been a bit (i had read the series on a binge around 2020)#and youre finally getting into it again bc something new was released or whatever and remember something someone said about it#and i was like. hold up.#context for the video was the video of 'whos going to kiss the brown haired girls' in context with the family name the characters share#(in english one of them sounds the same but the character is diff while the doesnt have the name but is related to someone that does)#and their respective lovers jumping up and down#bro. one of them shouldnt be there#like ignoring the incest plotline he has with him#bro poisoned him??? so he could never love anyone But him in Any way????#bro i promise hes not going to wipe away his tears. hes the cause of them đ#the op seems to like the character but in the 'i can fix him' way so at least theres that
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Ice cream
Jack Hughes x daughter!reader
Where luke takes y/n to go get ice cream when Jack cancels on her to go out with a fling (very angst)
Tonight, Y/N was bubbling with excitement. Jack had promised to take her to the park and for ice cream afterward. She had been counting down the days, telling all her preschool friends about her special night out with her dad.
"Uncle Lukey, Dadaâs taking me out today!" Y/N had exclaimed earlier that morning, jumping up and down in her little jersey.
Luke smiled, ruffling her hair. "Thatâs awesome, Y/N. You guys are gonna have so much fun."
But as the evening crept closer, Jack's plans started to shift. A text pinged on his phone, and it was from a girl heâd been seeing casuallyâa fling, nothing serious. She suggested meeting up that night, and Jack, caught up in his feelings began to reconsider his plans with Y/N.
"She wonât mind," he told himself, ignoring the nagging feeling in his chest. "Weâll just go to the park tomorrow."
He shot a quick text to Luke, asking him to take Y/N out instead, and then hurriedly got ready for his night out.
Luke read the message, his brow furrowing. Jack was bailing on Y/N again, and Luke knew how much his niece had been looking forward to this. He glanced over at Y/N, who was sitting on the couch, swinging her legs in anticipation, clutching her favorite stuffed animal.
âY/N,â Luke said softly, kneeling in front of her. âDada canât make it tonight. Heâs⊠busy. But Iâll take you out for ice cream, okay?â
Her little face fell, and her eyes filled with tears. "Does Dada not love me anymore?" she asked, her voice trembling. The question pierced through Luke's heart like a blade. He pulled her into a hug.
âOf course he loves you, Y/N. Dadaâs just⊠confused sometimes. But Iâm here, and I love you. Letâs go get the biggest ice cream ever, okay?â
Y/N nodded, sniffling as she wiped her tears. Luke took her by the hand, determined to make the best of the evening, even if his heart ached for his niece. They drove to the ice cream parlor, and by the time they were sharing a double-scoop sundae, Y/Nâs sadness had mostly melted away.
But Luke couldnât shake the anger building inside him. Jack had crossed a line, and someone needed to call him out on it.
Later that night, when Jack came home, Luke was waiting for him in the living room. Jack was still in a carefree mood, oblivious to the damage he had caused. But Luke wasnât going to let him off so easily.
âWhatâs up, bro?â Jack asked, tossing his keys on the counter.
Luke didnât mince words. âY/N cried tonight. You know why? Because you canceled on her. She sat there, waiting for you, excited for hours, and you just bailed on her to go out with some random girl.â
Jackâs face fell as the gravity of his actions sank in. âI didnât thinkââ
âNo, you didnât,â Luke snapped. âAnd youâre not thinking about her. She asked me if you still loved her, Jack. Do you even get how messed up that is? Sheâs four, and sheâs already questioning if her dad cares about her.â
Jack sat down, running his hands through his hair. âI love her, Lukey. I do.â
âThen start acting like it. Youâre her dad, Jack. She looks up to you more than anyone. You canât keep letting her down.â
The weight of Lukeâs words hung in the air. Jack felt a knot form in his stomach. He had been so caught up in the whirlwind of his personal life that he hadnât realized how deeply his actions were affecting his daughter.
âIâll fix this,â Jack said quietly, guilt weighing heavily on his shoulders.
âYouâd better,â Luke replied, his voice softer now. âBecause she deserves better.â
#send in requests#jack hughes#luke hughes#jack hughes x daughter!reader#luke hughes x reader#nj devils#jack hughes x reader
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Random sully family headcanons
Including- loâak, neteyam, Jake, neytiri, and kiri
Jake
Definitely dropped all of his kids at least once. Like itâs actually so bad neytiri didnât let him hold tuk for a minute just cause she wanted to give her a fighting chance and he still managed drop her
âBabe cmon sheâs my kid too I just wanna hold her for a bit I promise I wonât-â âNo you are a skxawng. You will not drop this one before sheâs had a chance to learn to walk.â âBut-â âNo.â
Despite dropping his children he still manages to be all of their favorites at one point or another. For the boys it was when they turned 7 to age 10 cause he was so willing to throw them around and lift them by their ankles.
This does end up in them all getting in trouble sometimes when they play too rough and one of them gets hurt . âshhh stop donât cry your fine you donât need your momâ- him and whichever son isnât hurt.
For the girls itâs when their toddlers. Jake was definitely always a patient in Kiriâs make believe clinic cause ik that girl was playing doctor
And dear dear tuk gets him where it hurts most. âDaddy let me do your makeupâ really itâs just face paint but he will end up looking like a clown. And donât let tuk catch him trynna wash his face. Itâll be clash of clans up in there.
âTuk I have to go out I have duties.â âLeave it onâ âbabygirl daddy canât-â tears start to well as soon as he tries to fight back. Def attends a meeting or two with his face covered in a blend of colors
Ok ok now not family Jake
Canât handle spice for shit Iâm sorry someone had to say it look at that man he may be blue but he was white first that mf canât take it
Let neytiri or even you make him something with a lil kick. Keeps clearing his throat and wiping the dribble from his nose like yâall canât tell heâs literally dying.
Along with the whole food thing I think he definitely knows how to cook. Iâm not saying heâs stellar but bro can wip something up when needed
Definitely forgets how big he is sometimes like he spent so much of his life being normal height and part of it being bellow that he will just smack right into thing or get stuck cause he swore he could fit. He cannot
I also feel like he gets still gets phantom pain in his legs like from being paralyzed before moving over to his avatar completely. Like itâs such a big mental hurdle that I doubt it goes away
Last but not least. And this is my personal favorite. Definitely goads his children into shit.
âWell if youâre too scaredâ âpussyâ âI knew you wouldnâtâ
Doesnât work on kiri cause she just walks away from him
The other three tho, fucking horrible will immediately loose all prior hesitation and just go balls to the wall with whatever it is.
Neytiri
My wife đ
Okk mom neytiri up first
Fucking soccer mom bro doesnât give a damn will fight for all of her kids even if theyâre wrong
Corrects them in private but in public, will square up donât play
Also feel like Iâm the beginning she was definitely the stricter parent but as things changed she softened up where Jake took over being more rah rah
Will stand by Jake on most things but sometimes he goes too far and trust me he hears about it
Despite Jake having the boys favoritism in the adolescents. Before and after they are big mommas boys.
As toddlers yo they are up her ass constantly to the point where she has to ask her mom if this is normal.
âSaânok my sons they stick to me like sap from a tree it cannot be normal.â âThey are children it is what they do.â âMother I cannot relieve myself without one them following.â
When they get over it though. Heartbroken truly distraught. The first time one of the boys decided theyâd rather hang out with their father she was betrayed and Jake of course didnât help.
As teens theyâre not as clingy as they once were but they definitely come to her for comfort or just affection. Whether it be random hugs from her or just cheek/forehead kissed from their mother theyâre all about it
The girls and her are different I feel like. Theyâre definitely close especially tuk with how small she is. Her and kiri though I feel as though they connect more through their spirituality
And she def teaches kiri how to bead and sow and make clothing. I think they have little daughter dates where theyâll make an afternoon of just making beads and song cords. Chatting or sitting in a comfortable silence
Moving on cause my girl isnât just a mom
To rival Jake. Spice monster bros. Tears it up without a second thought. She doesnât even blink
I feel like it definitely becomes a big thing for a minute like norm grows a Carolina reaper just to see how naâvi taste buds react to what we consider to be real hot and she eats that shit like itâs a cherry
âOk so this is a Carolina reaper itâs really hot so Iâd suggest just taking a small-â *throws that shit back like a shot* âI-â âtiri spit it out.â âWhy ma Jake, it tastes good. Could I have another?â
And I feel like itâs just her like the other naâvi def feel the heat on it. She goes around offering her new favorite snack to everyone and leaves a trail of pain in her wake. Offers one to Moâat, simply gets a shake of the head paired with
âI will not be taken by Eywa todayâ
Way better cook compared to Jake. Kids will shoot her a painstaking glance as a plea for help if they see him cooking something they know he has no buisness making and sheâll take it upon herself to slip in some spices and correct some of his mistakes when heâs not looking. Saving her husbands dignity and her childrenâs pallets.
Tears up the dance floor donât play with her. Feel like Jake introduces the concept of dance battles as a joke and it becomes a thing within the clan but everyone knows not to challenge neytiri cause she with whip ur ass McJagar style
Snorts when she laughs. Real loud too Jake thinks that shit is hilarious until he honks like a seagull one day and they agree to go cut out the laugh jokes for the sake of their marriage
Neteyam
Best big brother every donât play with it
Takes after his mother in the sense that he is more than willing to kick ass for his siblings
Someone made fun of kiri for not being a ârealâ part of the family once and they had to call Jake to restrain him (def let him get in a few good ones before pulling him off)
The kind of older brother that steals his baby sister when his mom isnât looking
Gets to the point that if neytiri or Jake canât find tuk theyâll just assume sheâs with neteyam cause heâll just snatch her up and she LOVES it
Despite being less of a trouble maker then loâak he still definitely does shit he shouldnât the only difference is heâs better at being sneaky
I think heâs more cautious around humans compared to his brother but heâs definitely really curious too
Ends up getting introduced to some of our music from earth.
Bro is SZAâs number one fan a thousand years later
âI might kill my ex, not the best idea~â singing to himself quietly unaware of his brother and spider giggling in the bushes. âBravo! Give us more! More I say!â âOh shove off loâak!â
He def got that rnb voice though boutta guve ninat a run for her money
Takes after his mother on the whole spicy food thing. Loves Carolina reapers too, he thinks itâs so funny to eat them and then breath real hard in his brothers direction just to watch his eyes tear up
Despite being able to sing canât dance for shit, two left feet when it comes to rhythm lord help him truly
Really good at hunting, takes after his mother once again
The only person good enough at stalking that can sneak up on neytiri without her having to pretend she doesnât hear him coming.
Weapon of choice is a bow although I feel like he has really good aim no matter what, throwing knives, slingshot, even a gun when his dad teaches him. Just a natural
Will say though someone give this boy a hug cause the amount of pressure he is under being the eldest son holy cow bro
Feel like this leads to neteyam having anxiety attacks just at the thought of having to take over the mantle one day.
Always goes to kiri when he has them sheâs the only person who can calm him down
Loâak
Despite loving his family I think he can feel really isolated from them at times
I think him and kiri bond sometimes just over feeling like the odd ones out.
He compares him self to his dad and older brother so much like itâs just sad plus heâs always in trouble so it doesnât help much
Even though him and his dad have their problems he strives so hard to make him proud
If he had to pick a favorite sibling it would be tuk, because despite neteyam being all over her and her being a snitch from time to time. Tuk just adores loâak
âTuk you canât come with me, itâs for big kids onlyâ âIâm big!â âCmon tuk itâs fine you can hang out with me.â âNo! I want âak I donât wanna go with temâ ââŠ.damn bro howâd that feelâ âouchâ
Itâs almost tragic Fr, but he almost always folds when it comes to her. The only time he says no and stands on it so when he thinks sheâll get hurt or wonât be able to keep up.
Him and kiri besides being sad together also hang out pretty often
I think, like kiri and neytiri , she and him make beads together tho itâs more kiri doing it and him trying and failing
They having matching necklace pendants. He wears his in his hair as a charm cause he feels like thatâs where itâs closest to him
While he does hold resentment towards neteyam I donât think itâs enough to mess up their relationship. They were kids together and I think that means more
So that being said. Huge pranksters but only on their father.
The about of times Jake has had water fall on him out of no where is almost sad. They place decoys so he thinks he outsmarted them and then bam, face full of colored powder.
âHah, those suckers. What do they think, that Iâm stupid or so-â *leaf hits him in the face dousing him with bright orange pigment. Followed by the snorts and chuckles of his sons* âIâm gonna kill those damn kidsâ
Takes after his daddy, cannot handle spice. Minutely better then Jake but like not really
Neytiri makes this naâvi version of chilli and she has to make a tamer version for him and Jake. Even tuk can take spice better than them
Also really interested in human culture and ends up with his own little music taste
Feel like heâs big on 90âs rnb and hip hop. Destinyâs child, dr.dre, Tupac without question
Definitely spits hard ass bars for fun sometimes.
*Spider beat boxing shitily in the background while loâak is laying the ground work for some life changing shit. Mean while Jake is watching from afar with their mother* âthatâs my sonâ
Will dance and he will eat yâall up with that shit. Norm lets him watch just dance videos sometimes when he comes over. Changes the course of his life
Will get jiggy with it everywhere and anywhere. Would kick everyoneâs ass in dance dance revolution if they had it
Hunting, heâs alright
Bros nothing super special cause heâs clumsy as fuck and loud therefore everyone and their mother knows heâs coming but heâs not that bad in combat
Sometimes
Feral fighter, will bite and scratch, real dangerous with a knife. Iâd definitely say heâs more of a close contact fighter over distance
Kiri
(We need more kiri love out here man)
Jakeâs princess Iâm sorry
She has that man wrapped around her finger and she KNOWS it
Will literally get in trouble with neytiri over it sometimes
âDad can I go out foraging?â âNo I want you to watch over tuk today.â âPlease dad? Canât loâak do it?â Qeue the sad baby eyes âof course baby girl youâre right.â âTsk ma Jake so foolishâ
Loves all her siblings so much tho and if she ever feels left out she knows she can go to them theyâll comfort her and make her feel like one of them again
Def starts shit with loâak for no reason, she just thinks itâs funny to make him mad
Will ease off sometimes when she knows their father went off on him recently though
Thatâs when him and her make neteyamïżœïżœs life difficult poor boy.
Is neither here nor there on the spice scale. Better than Jake and loâak for sure but no where near her older brother and neytiris tolerance. Besides I donât think she really cares for it anyway
Loves to cook, very bad at it
Truly comical how many times neytiri and even moâat have tried to teach her. Like sheâs given the family food poisoning multiple times
Makes Jake try everything cause she knows he wonât say no
Subject to tukâs makeup makeover also but is usually a good sport
Music cause I have to now
Sheâs an indie girl donât play
Pheobe bridgers, Liana Flores, salvia path
Girl in red (đđ€)
Cannot sing but is an okay dancer
At least by naâvi standards cause Iâm convinced she cannot figure out human dance moves for the life of her
Lover not a fighter
And I mean that literally that girl ainât throwing or catching hands anytime soon
Sheâll bite a bitch quick and in a hurry tho if she really must
Fr Fr tho sheâs a healer we know this miss girl is one of the best there is in the class
Taking after her mother and her mothers mother ofc
I do think however that she likes fishing. Not using a bow, stick and string waiting patiently fishing. Always returns her catches to the wild after praying to eywa in apology for stressing out one of her creatures
#Jake sully#jake sully headcanon#jake sully hc#neytiri#neytiri headcanon#neytiri hc#neteyam#neteyam headcanons#neteyam hc#loâak sully#loâak#loâak headcannons#loâak hc#loak sully#avatar loak#avatar jake sully#avatar neteyam#avatar neytiri#kiri sully#kiri sully headcanons#kiri sully hc#kiri avatar#kiri atwow#avatar headcanons#avatar hc
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Your Comfort Bubble
PAIRING: Anton x Female Reader (Romantic) (Angst)
SUMMARY: (Y/N) is maid at Victoria Housekeeping with a dull personality, and Anton is her (annoying) client.
It was constant bickering with you two; your coworkers and his would avoid doing work together just to keep the peace. For context, youâre a maid at Victoria Housekeeping, and Anton was your first client ever. With his bright personality and sweet intentions youâd think everything would go fine!
WellâŠit didnât. He was hard to understand, he kept talking to a machine and calling it his âbroâ. Something that made you believe he wasnât really working for Belobog and was a fraud. Add on to the constant lectures about you needing to âexpress yourself moreâ and it all went downhill.
Eventually you had to leave for a moment and call in Corin to help you finish the commission. At first, she didnât expect anything to be amissâŠand then Anton opened his big mouth. âWhy are you so dull in personality? People are more willing to be friends with people who wear their hearts on their sleeves! Trust me, me and my broââ
âENOUGH ABOUT YOUR STUPID BRO! Youâve been going on and on about my personality for hours! Well what about yours! Youâre annoying, canât speak f*#@% english, and clearly lack the brain cells necessary to comprehend that youâre speaking to. a. damn. MACHINE!â
Corin had never seen you outburst like that. Poor girl was so scared she just tried to finish the commission as soon as possible to salvage this job; even offered Anton a discount to make up for it.
After everything was said and done, Corin went back to the headquarters with you, promising to keep what happened between you two; she understood how scary it can be to disappoint a clientâŠand to disappoint Von Lycaon.
Since then tension has been high between the two of you. And the strange thing was, neither of you were really upset at each other; Anton understands that he was being rude nitpicking your personality, and you understand that all your yelling wasnât really necessary to get a point across. But both of you were too uneasy about the situation to mend it.
That was, until, Anton had a talk with his bro. A real bro doesnât leave uncertainty up in the air, nor walks away from the responsibility of being a good person and apologizing. Anton shed tears at his broâs poetic words. Never before has he felt more ashamed in himself as a bro!
(Y/N) was waiting outside of Coffe Cafe on Lumina Street for her client. Since theâŠincidentâŠshe began working on her anger, and has since had more of a tolerance towards even the more headache inducing clients.
âAh, (Y/N), Iâm glad you made it!â That voice was all too familiar to her, and in an instant, it was like all her hard work was slowly diminishing. Anton sat down in the seat across from her, coughing awkwardly into his hand.
He took a deep breath before puffing out his chest and bowing at a perfect ninety degree angle. âIâm incredibly sorry for what I said all those weeks back! I donât ask for your forgiveness, only that we can start anew! My name is Anton Ivanov, I work for Belobog Heavy Industries, and my bro is a machine! Iâm rough around the edges and have a hard time reading the room! Nice to meet you!â.
Never before had (Y/N) seen a more earnest apology. She couldnât bring herself to hold a grudge against him after hearing all that. âYouâre forgiven. Oh! My name is (Y/N), I work for Victoria Housekeeping, and I have some anger issues! My personality may not be the most enthusiastic, butâŠI want to be friends with more people.â She tried to fight back a few tears from falling, but failed.
Anton scooted closer to her, wiping away her tears. They both gazed into each otherâs eyes, the sudden close proximity causing them both to blush.
âIâll be your friendâŠ,â he mumbled.
- Fin
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Period Comfort.
Self indulgent, Reina is undergoing a bad period era ;-;
Warnings: Mentions of Fainting, Throwing up and Nausea as a result of period, Miguel slightly out of character, you can argue this is him after heâs comfortable w/Reader but... Up to interpretation!
A/N: Fellas... I am suffering. This is for me and the girlies and bros with vajajays and anything in between with tough periods, I had a big test and due to my period I threw up (common occurrence) so now I desperately need self indulgence!!! Yippie! I need Miguel to comfort me on my period </3
Summary: Reader goes through a tough as balls period... Head canons! Slightly spicy at the end? Kind of short but I need to get my thoughts out there, shocking mess <3
Why, just... Why? Tough as nails day, tough as nails everything, why did everything have to be tough as nails but you couldnât? Oh. Right. The throbbing pain in your uterus was enough to make a grown man scream in pain. Which they should, maybe then theyâd stop being such cunts. Either way, the mood swings, the hormones, you felt so lonely you could cry on your way home, making your way inside was a nightmare, and to make things worse, your husband wasnât really home.
Must be a bad multiversal threat...
Sucked. Sucked. Sucked. You just reheated the pasta leftovers from yesterday, bathed, got into your pjs after changing your underwear protection from whatever sacrificial waterfall of Satan was going on between your legs and whatever sinful punishment your uterus was raining upon you when you just wanted to get by.
Laying down with tears was the least you could do, the stomach ache was causing nausea and... Slowly, slowly, you could feel your consciousness fade away.
Slowly.
...
But surely.
It had been hours til Miguel got home. And as soon as he did, he was expecting a hug and his beloved darling spouse to come over and kiss his rugged face and talk about their day with all their dozen jitters and tellings.
...
But nobody came. (get it? Haha cuzâ *gets shot*)
Miguel wandered inside and that strange smell. That whiff of air.
...
Fuck! Fuck.
He really left his darling all alone on their period, almost in a frenzy, he rushed inside, only to watch the slight blood droplets fall from their mouth, totally not terrifying for a man to watch their spouse bleed to an obnoxious degree.
How impolite of your uterus to be that way, no?
Slowly, Miguel wiped off the blood, tapping your cheek and cradling you to his chest.
âPerdĂłname, amor dulce...* I thought your period was in a week.â He whispered softly, the worry in his eyes palpable as he held you, and with his warmth, it was enough to wake you up and ease the pain.
â... Nn... Miguel? TĂș trabajo, amor...*â
âShh... YĂĄ, yĂĄ... AquĂ te tengo, amor. AquĂ estoy. Ven, quĂ© te me desmayas.*â
Tiredly, you snuggled into your husband, who called off yours and his work, cuddling you and bundling you together in blankets, as he made you some cafecito con leche.* Whatever you asked for, whether it be his warm hands spanning your uterus or a blanket, or hot chocolate, or maybe your favorite movie and your beloved cat, he was there. Anything to make sure you wouldnât pass out
âI hate it when your period happens.â He grumbled, âIt always behaves like a shocking cunt.â
You giggled, of course because it never ceased to amaze you how grumpy he could get.
âSo do I, querido.* So do I...â
Naturally, as he would, an idea popped into his mind, âYou know, I could always get rid of it for 9 months...â
âNo.â
âButââ
âNo!â you huffed, âNot yet!â
And your pillow made contact with his face, causing him to chuckle. If anything, maybe these mood swings were cute. Heâd give anything to see them when he got you nice and swollen with that baby you promised him... Eventually.
Translations:
Forgive me, sweet love.
Come, youâll faint on me.
Dear.
#atsv miguel#miguel spiderman#miguel o'hara#miguel spiderverse#miguel x reader#miguel headcanons#headcanon#period comfort#đčđđđđ đđđđđđ
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Baby Spider: I donât understand..
Aonung: I know bro itâs okay:
Baby spider: but heâs right behind you..
Aonung: aww Spider baby-âturns aroundâ
Neteyam: hay guysss Iâm backk
ao'nung didn't want to believe it, not at first, not when it felt like an awful trick. surely he couldn't really back, he was dead, he had been dead for months. but spider was reaching for the undead boy and neteyam was walking towards him, that skittish but comforting smile he always wore.
ao'nung found himself, despite every instinct telling him to not fall for it, to not get his broken by what surely couldn't be true, meeting him in the middle, sinking into his embrace. he heard spider talking to the other boy, latching onto him as well, but he couldn't make out the words over the sound of neteyam's heartbeat, the feeling of it pounding against his cheek where it rest on his scarred chest.
"Eywa's handing out miracles now is she?" he joked through the tears, relief sagging his body, neteyam holding the trio up in his strong arms.
"yeah, it seems that way."
ao'nung pulled away only to shift his grip on spider, the little one starting to slip down his chest as he squirmed to be in neteyam's arms. he carefully wound his hands under spiders arms, passing him to neteyam, making sure he was pressed safely to his chest.
"got him?"
"I got him, I promise." neteyam's eyes flashed as he took the baby into his arms, smiling at ao'nung as he stood awkwardly watching spider hug his brother as tight as he could, "so... how've you been?" neteyam asked awkwardly
"how have I been? you were dead neteyam, I... I missed you so much, and I want to be really angry with you for leaving us, but I can't, and-" he couldn't help but throw himself back into the boy, sandwiching spider between them, spider rubbing his head up against ao'nung like a cat. "don't go again,"
"I won't, I promise." he was holding onto ao'nungs neck, gently rubbing a thumb against his hairline, like he did with lo'ak. "now, we should probably go talk... to our families."" he spoke wearily, like a man about to meet his in-laws for the first time.
"yeah... oh Eywa, your so screwed dude,"
"you'll make sure they don't smother me, right?" his voice has the slightest lilt of a laugh
"um, if your holding the baby they won't tackle you on sight, but your mama, she might smother the two of you together, she's really taken to spider the last few months."
"she has?" he sounded hopeful, looking back down at the baby.
"yeah... we adopted spider, after you... she healed, as best as she could, spider and her are closer now. ever since this whole thing happened, she's trying to fix it... I- I tried to stop it at first, but... he needs this."
"that's good, he deserves a real family, not just us kids, and my mom, she deserved to heal. you're a good brother 'nung, protecting him, you did good... can't say I would have let my mom near him if I was you."
"yeah, you would, cause you would do what's best for him." he knew that to ring true about neteyam, he did what was right, always, even if it cost him everything.
neteyam just nodded, his focus back on spi, who was wiping his cheeks of his tears, luckily, they could be counted as happy tears this time around.
ao'nung lead the way, listening to neteyam and spider's conversation.
"how have you been little man?"
"mmm... confused... my mama says I was blessed by eywa, but its so weird, everyone's big now, and we have a new little sister and... you were gone and neytiri seems to like me now. I have a new family know, they're very nice, they said you were friends. ao'nungs a good big brother and tsireya is very nice," spider rambled away until he was out of breath.
"that does sound very confusing spi," he clearly didn't know what to say to the boy, how does one respond to that
"mhm, but I guess its ok... I like my new family, and I'm still friends with you guys and neytiri lets me stay late now, so I'll be ok." spiders voice held a hopeful confidence as he hugged himself close to his brother.
"that's good spi, that's really good." neteyam sounded choked again, it had to be rough hearing his little brother talk of his family as if they were just friends, like the treatment neytiri used to put him through was resolved simply by letting him stay for dinner, to speak of people who were just becoming friends in his own memory like family. but neteyam kept a strong face for spider, and ao'nung was grateful for it.
"come this way, straight to the family pod, it'll be best if no one sees you yet, cause... I have a feeling that would not end well for you." ao'nung quipped, leading neteyam down a far more secluded path to the pod, helping conceal him as they entered.
it was empty, ao'nung was grateful for that.
"I will go find the others, you stay here with him, prepare yourself."
"will do," neteyam answered, alreayd being lead by spider to the corner he shared with ao'nung showing him the shells he had found with their mama.
ao'nung took a long, deep breath, this was going to be a long long day.
#part 2 eventually#I'm just a little stuck on how to write it#and I just want to get this posted#miles socorro#spider socorro#miles spider socorro#ao'nung#neteyam sully#avatar 2#avatar#avatar the way of water
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Sullyâs Stick Together
Chapter 1
I sat on a branch of hometree with my feet dangling off the edge. Tears streamed down my face after my brothers' last teasing. Neteyam never meant to make me cry, he was too protective for that. Lo'ak was different. He always took things too far. But if I was ever in real danger, he was there to stand in between the threat and me. I heard steps next to me just as a figure came beside me and sat down. I quickly wiped away the tears and looked the other way trying to hide the fact that I was upset.
"What's the matter, baby girl?" Dad asked softly. I took a deep breath calming my voice, "Nothing's the matter. I'm alright," Part of me knew that I wouldn't be able to hide it from him, but it was worth a try. I never wanted my family to see me as weak. "Hey, come on now. You know that's not gonna work." He put his hand on my shoulder gently turning me to face him. I took another deep breath in defeat, "Lo'ak is a jerk." He nodded now looking at the branch we sat on. "He was picking on you again wasn't he?" I nodded wiping away a stray tear. "What did he say?"
"He called me a wimp. He says that I am a crybaby and that whenever he does something I always tell on him. And that I'm not brave, but I am!" He pulled me a bit closer now, holding me tight against him. "Oh, Nelyia. Don't listen to your brother. You are none of those things. You know Lo'ak. He doesn't really mean those things anyway."
I pulled away from him standing on the branch, "No, he hates me! He always picks on me and makes me sad." I heard rustling behind me, causing me to spin around to see who was there. Lo'ak stood at the entrance to the hall of hometree. "Neliya, I don't hate you. You're my baby sister. It's my job to pick on you." He stepped outside walking closer to dad and me. Dad stood up and got behind me placing his hands on my shoulders. "You take it too far, Lo'ak. You always make me cry! Neteyam picks on me too but he doesn't make me sad." I backed up a bit, standing closer to dad for comfort. He looked to Lo'ak with a knowing look and put his arm around my collarbone loosely.
"Oh... Sis, I'm sorry. I didn't know," he stepped closer. "I won't go so far next time alright?" He looked at me with pleading eyes. I nodded slowly and stepped away from dad, "Promise?"
"I promise." He held out his hand, tucking in all of his fingers, except for his pinky. Dad said that on earth it's called a pinky promise, a promise that can't be broken. I hold out my pinky to him and he interlocks it with his own with a smile. With that, dad walked away, patting us both on the shoulder as he walked by. Lo'ak and I went inside the tree and went to our home to find our siblings. We ran inside our home where Neteyum, Kiri, and Tuk were all getting ready to go out.
"Neliya!" Tuk called out once she saw me. "What are you all up to?" I asked walking over and ruffling up Tuk's hair earning a giggle from her. "I was just going to go fishing. I made a new bow so I want to test it out," Neteyam said as he grabbed his bow and arrows standing up. "I'll be back later. Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone. Kiri just rolled her eyes. While she wasn't the type to actually do something stupid, she hated being told not to do it anyway.
"Relax bro. We're just gonna go explore like always," Lo'ak said from behind me. Whenever he said that he was going to explore, it almost always meant he was going to get into trouble.
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A.N.
Hey everyone! This is a story that I started a little while ago on Wattpad. Itâs gotten a really good response on there so I decided that I would share it on here as well. I will be posting the new chapters to Wattpad first, and then moving it over here. So that being said, if you want to see the updates when they are posted, go follow me on Wattpad: Laurenstark1
 I'm still trying to hammer out some details for this, so don't be too hard on me yet! If you can't already tell, Nelyia is going to be a daddy's girl, and yes that is my daddy issues talking. đ€Ș Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!
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Ok, hear me out, for Bully! Osamu (post confession).
Suna airdropping Osamu womenâs nudes. Osamu ignores the photos but forgets to delete them because he literally doesnât care.
And reader accidentally finds out about the nudes and thinks Osamu might be cheating or thinks heâs been watching porn and she becomes super insecure about her own body (you know, because pornstars have ridiculously unreasonable beauty standards).
How do you think this would play out?
hi i got carried away and now this is 1k words LOL enjoy
i canât really see post-love confession bully!osamu doing this unless it really was just a slip of his mind and also suna hadnât found out yet that you two were dating. (cause suna rintaro is such a samu/yn supremacist lemme TELL you sksks)
words: 1k cw: fem!reader, crybaby!reader, insecurity, sexting, infidelity mention (it doesn't happen don't worry), overthinking, no sex but minors still dni)
sunarin would like to share a photo, read the notification on osamuâs screen. without thinking, he hits accept and goes back to cooking. osamu isnât aware of the multiple photos downloaded into his photos appâhe has no clue that suna has, yet again, sent him a bunch of nudes from his latest hookup.
osamu didnât see the messages suna left where he described how âhotâ she was and how she had the âperfect bodyâ.
no, osamu had no idea. but you saw everything.
hours later, after you and osamu already had dinner, your boyfriend jumped into the shower while you were laying in bed. you reached for your phone to look something up but groaned upon realizing that it was dead. instead, you grabbed osamuâs, putting in his passcode with ease.
you only wanted to google something really quick before charging your phone. but the barrage of texts from suna pique your interests.
from: sunarin: bro look at what i sent when u get the chanceÂ
from: sunarin: sheâs got a friend too if ur interested đ
those two messages alone cause a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach but as you keep going. all suna can talk about is how perfect this girl is and how her friend was âdefinitelyâ osamuâs type.
hesitantly, you look through osamuâs photos. maybe youâre overthinking and interpreted sunaâs words incorrectly. but you can feel your chest tightening when you come across naked photos of a girl you donât recognize.Â
you thought the worst immediately, mind racing at the belief that osamu was cheating on you, but you snapped out of that quickly. osamu would never. then, you remember sunaâs messages. is this the kind of girl osamu wants?
suna was right, her body was perfectâflat stomach, pouty lips, sharp jawline. she had pretty, perky breasts and she looked incredibly sexy in the lingerie she was wearing. she was nothing like you, a standard you couldnât even dream of attaining.Â
like clockwork, as the insecurity bubbles inside of you, nerves overwhelming every part of your being, the tears start flowing just like they always do. youâre crying so much, that you donât notice a hand grab your shoulder.
âbabe? baby, what happened? whatâs wrong?â osamu asks, towel wrapped around his waist and hair still wet from the shower. you should probably be angry at him and push him away but you lean into his touch, unable to stop the sobs leaving your mouth.
you hold up his phone, the screen revealing all of the photos in his album and youâve never seen osamuâs eyes widen that big before. âw-what is this?âÂ
the look on osamuâs face is an odd combination of horror and confusion, glancing over at the screen for a brief moment before turning his attention back to you. his rough thumbs wipe away the tears in his attempts to comfort you with kind words and soft coos. this is a far cry from the boy who used to find pleasure in being the reason behind your never-ending sobs.
osamu looks at you seriously, âbaby, suna sent me those. i accepted the message without lookinâ at them, i promise. heâs always sendinâ shit like that and i delete them. there is nothinâ between me and that girl, i swear.â
of course, you believed him, even if he didnât have the conviction in his voice. osamu would never betray your trust in such a way. but your anxiety festers in the back of your throat with your next question. âdo youâŠwant me to look like that?â you asked, fear pulsating throughout your body, scared of what his next words are going to be. did he settle for you? is he waiting for his âperfect typeâ to come along? you could never reach that goal, you canât be what he wants.
again, osamuâs bewildered stare meets yours. âno, i just want you. the way ya are is perfect, itâs all iâve ever wanted. youâre all iâve ever wanted.â he stares into your eyes looking for some kind of response, your silence prompts him to continue.
âokay, yes. sunaâs sent me that kind of stuff before we started datinâ. itâs never meant anythinâ, it was just stupid guy talk about the girls he was hookinâ up with. i donât want a girl like thatâi donât want anyone if itâs not youâŠâ
his words feel nice and in your head, you know them to be true. but it doesnât sit right with you, still. knowing these girls have been on his phone. event the thought of them being there before you started dating makes you feel icky, as possessive and irrational as it sounds. you sniffle, bringing the phone down and wrapping your arms around osamuâs neck to pull him close.
âfirst, delete all of those photos,â you say, voice still weak from all of your blubbering but osamu takes you seriously, nodding at your demands. âAnd then I want you to tell suna that weâre together and he canât send you stuff like anymore. no exceptions.â
âanythinâ ya want, baby, i promise.â he reaches over and immediately starts removing the pictures without a second thought. never sparing them a passing glance until theyâre all gone. when heâs done, he chucks his phone away and cradles your face in his hands. âcan i kiss ya, baby, please. iâm so sorry,â he breathes, forehead pressed to yours. ânever want ya to feel like thatâŠever.â
you smile for the first time, his words overwhelming you in the best way. softly, you nod, and osamu attacks your face with kisses, an apology falling from his lips between each one.Â
a few days later, suna approaches you to apologize for his messages. you canât help but notice the fading bruise at the corner of his mouth.
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Try it, I Dare You
*** Greetings! So this little fic is part of Familial Attachments which I wrote ages ago. I randomly got inspired by Big Bro! Lucifer and decided to branch off of it. Quick reminder that this MC is not a Teen! MC and therefore not underage. Thanks, everyone for the love and support! This fic is a long one. -B ***
Summary: As Lucifer forms a more familial bond with MC, the other brothers find themselves falling for the human romantically. Lucifer notes the changes in his brother's intentions and is not pleased.
Gaining you as an honorary little sibling was one of the best things to ever happen to Lucifer.
It gave him someone he could open up to, someone to fawn over, someone he could be soft with.
This change in dynamic between you and Lucifer had caused a number of things to change in the House of Lamentation in general.
You and Lucifer had become practically attached to the hip. Where you went, it seemed he wasn't far behind. The other brothers had joked that he had degraded himself to be your guard dog (a comment that had them all scrubbing the entirety of the hall's floors with their own toothbrushes), and in all honesty, he sort of had. Lucifer spent more time outside of his office, and would instead do his work in the lounge, where he could personally keep an eye on you.
It was this extra time around you that had caused Lucifer to begin to notice things.
It began, as most problems within the house do, with Mammon.
You had been talking with Mammon on the couch as Lucifer quietly did paperwork in the background.
He hadn't been listening in on the conversation (as frankly, it was none of his concern and you did deserve your own privacy), but your bright laugh had momentarily caught his attention.
When he glanced over, he saw you double over, nearly in tears from something Mammon had apparently said. It was nice.
What wasn't so nice, was the openly soft, adoring look that he was giving you under the knowledge that you weren't looking. His cheeks were dusted visibly flushed as his eyes glistened with affection.
Lucifer's eyes narrowed as the expression quickly disappeared once you turned to face Mammon once more and continue your conversation.
Paying closer attention now, he noted how Mammon's hand was draped over the back of the couch, his fingertips ghosting over the tops of your shoulders. A fond smirk remained glued on his face as he watched you talk passionately, and didn't even make an attempt to interrupt you as he would with most people.
Most damning, however, was the fact that the blush never quite left his face.
Lucifer pressed his lips into a thin line.
Mammon quite clearly had romantic interests in you, and that just wouldn't do.
It wasn't that Lucifer didn't trust you to know what's best for yourself. No. He knew that you were exceedingly clever and did, in fact, trust you to make your own choices. It was precisely why he hadn't done anything about Asmodeus's hollow flirtations, or Satan's teasing, or Belphegor's sleepovers. He knew that if you were truly bothered by it, you were more than capable of getting them to leave you alone.
He didn't, however, trust his brothers with you.
With the new pathway of thinking that Mammon's actions had opened that day, Lucifer had noticed that Mammon was not alone in his not-so-innocent intentions with you.
In fact, it appeared that you had captured the hearts of each of his brothers.
It was all too obvious to him now.
Satan's hands lingering on yours as he passed you books. Asmodeus's comments being less shallow and materialistic and more personal and sentimental. Levi's awe-filled eyes, being fixed on you rather than the games the two of you played. Belphegor, cracking open an eye to peer up at you when you weren't looking as he "slept" on your lap. Beel's fidgeting and blush as he asked you to help him work out. Mammon practically melting whenever you ruffled his hair; even as he protested and swatted at your hands.
Lucifer cursed his past self for being so oblivious.
Perhaps the worst part of all of this is that you, the innocent pure soul that you were, were completely oblivious to all of their advances. You would simply giggle or brush it off entirely as just one of the many weird things that his brothers did.
It was unacceptable.
Lucifer, although he seldom admitted it, loved his brothers. He truly did. But he also knew how reckless, moronic, and just overall dangerous they could all be. You deserved better than that. It was for this reason that Lucifer had made it his personal mission to put an end to these revolting advances.
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Asmodeus smiled as he practically skipped over to where you were reading in the living room, "Hey MC," he draped his arms over your shoulder from behind and nestled his chin on top of your head. "What are you doing today?"
You chuckled and moved your head to gaze up at the bubbly demon. "Good morning, Asmo. I'm not doing much. Just relaxing, I guess. Why?"
Asmo could feel his smile widen at the information. He had been trying to get you all to himself all week, but there was always someone else around or something else that you had to do. Now was his chance!
He hummed as he snaked around the chair to face you. "Then that means you're free to spend the day shopping with your truly!" He shot off a cheeky wink to end it all off.
Asmo felt his heart flutter as your eyes glittered in excitement at his words. "I'd love to Asmo! Just let me gather a few things and we'll-"
"Ah! MC. Are you heading out for the day?"
All the light and warmth that Asmodeus had been feeling instantly plummeted as Lucifer entered the room. His brother was obviously trying to play it off as though he hadn't orchestrated this, not even looking at the two of them as he thumbed through a few papers in his hands, but Asmodeus knew better.
You, however, were none the wiser.
You practically lit up as Lucifer walked into the room. "Yeah! Asmodeus invited me to go shopping with him. We're probably going to be gone for the better part of the day," Asmodeus's bad mood caused by his brother's presence softened as you looked back at him.
Asmo plastered on a smile and wrapped an arm around your shoulder while glared sharply at Lucifer. He hoped that maybe this time he'd actually take the hint and leave everything alone. "Was there something you needed, big brother? Or are you just here to grace us with your presence?"
Asmodeus regretted his words, as the moment he saw them, Lucifer smiled sharply, like a cat who'd just captured its prey. "Well, since you asked, Asmodeus, I was hoping the two of you could pick up a few things for me," Lucifer began to list off rare item after rare item. Asmo could nothing but watch as the dread in his stomach grew heavier and heavier.
You chuckled nervously as Lucifer reached what had to be the twentieth item. "That's quite a bit, Lucifer. I don't think I'd be able to remember it all, and even if I did, I don't know where to begin looking for half of the things you listed," your face scrunched up adorably in thought before you snapped and looked up at the two demons. "I know! Why doesn't Lucifer come with us! That way he'll be able to get his things, and we all can spend time together. Sounds nice, right?"
And there it was.
Asmodeus did everything he could to keep the disappointment off his face, as Lucifer patted your shoulder. "That sounds like an excellent idea, MC," Asmo bit back a growl as Lucifer pulled you out of his arms and lead you towards your room. He glanced back at Asmo with a smug, prideful, look on his face. "We'll go get ready. Thank you for arranging this day out, Asmodeus."
Asmodeus could do nothing but pout as Lucifer walked away with you.
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Satan had never felt so... tender-hearted before.
He watched you affectionately as you rambled on about your day while effortlessly helping him make supper.
There was something so wholesome and domestic about the entire situation that reminded him of the few romance novels he had read. Initially, when he read those books, he thought the poetic descriptions of the person's heart skipping and the tingling warmth filling their body was a gross exaggeration, but now he knew, and he never wanted that feeling to go away.
He moved by your side and stirred one of the pots on the stove while you diced tomatoes. As he listened to you speak about an enchantment you were trying to get the hang of with Solomon, he suddenly remembered one of the more cliche moments from the books he read.
Glancing at the sauce, Satan carefully scooped up a little bit into a spoon and gently blew on it to cool it down. He turned to you and held the spoon out towards you. "I'm not sure if I got the spices balanced outright. Would you mind-"
Before he could speak any more, a head. that most certainly did not belong to you, swooped down and ate the sauce off the spoon. You and Satan blinked as Lucifer, who had somehow appeared behind you, pulled away from the spoon with a thoughtful expression. "The sauce is good. I'd say it's probably done now," Lucifer stated calmly as his thumb wiped at the corners of his mouth. Satan's grip tightened on the spoon's handle as he snarled at his brother.
You looked awkwardly between the two as Lucifer draped his arm onto your shoulder. "Lucifer? What are you doing here?"
Lucifer's expression softened as he looked down at you, "I just wanted to check in on you," Satan's eye twitched at the excuse. Lucifer tilted his head before he continued. "Also, I saw Mammon sneaking into your room, muttering something about your jewellery box and wanted to give you a heads up."
Your eyes widened as your head snapped in the direction of your room. "What?! Why didn't you start with that?!" Lucifer's smile widened as you made your way towards the kitchen exit. You glanced back at Satan with sympathetic eyes, "Sorry, Satan. I'll promise I'll help you make dinner next time!" Before Satan even had the chance to respond, you had taken off down the hall, yelling his older brother's name.
With you gone, Satan turned to Lucifer with full, unrestrained fury. "What the fuck was that for?" he spat as he stepped into Lucifer's space.
The elder brother merely rolled his eyes and stepped around Satan as though he was nothing more than a hissing kitten. "I could be asking you the same thing. You were getting awfully close there."
Satan's face grew red, though it was hard to distinguish whether the colour was from anger or embarrassment. "That's none of your business!"
Apparently, Lucifer didn't deem a response necessary, as he simply dismissed his brother with a cocky wave of his hand and strutted out of the room in the same direction that you had left.
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Beelzebub was taking a chance and stepping outside of his comfort zone.
Ever since discovering a small, weak flower in the shadows of the Hall of Lamentation and nursing it back to health, Beel had taken up gardening as a hobby.
None of his brothers knew about it, to his knowledge, and that was okay. If anything, the soft-spoken demon preferred it that way.
But when he noticed that it was particularly nice outside and that you were roaming around with little to do, he decided to let you in on his little secret.
Beel stole a glimpse over his shoulder at you. You were hunched over, humming to yourself as you worked away, your hands knuckle deep in the rich soil with smudges of dirt smeared across your forehead. The gentle dim light of the Devildom sky bounced off your skin and blanketed you in its glow, only adding the beauty you projected.
The sight alone stole his breath and momentarily made him forget about his hunger.
He opened his mouth to speak to you, but was cut off by the sound of heavy footfalls thundering towards you and a loud dangerous growl.
Beel's eyes widened as he notice Cerberus turn the corner, heading straight towards the two of you in a dead sprint.
Without thinking, Beel quickly tackled you to the side, just as the three-headed hell hound rushed past you, demolishing the garden in his wake.
You did a double-take between Beel, Cerberus and the garden as you scrambled to your feet. "Cerberus? How in Diavolo's name did he get loose?" you anxiously ran a hand through your hair began to head in the direction he took off in. "Lucifer taught me a few tricks for catching him. I'm going to go get him! I'm so so sorry about all of this Beel! I'll make it up to you, I promise!"
Without another word you took off after the beast, shouting it's name.
Beel frowned and looked at what remained of his garden. He felt his heart sink a little at seeing all of his hard work destroyed. With a heavy sigh, he slowly made his way towards Cerberus's den to see just how bad the damage was.
Only, when he arrived, the pen's door didn't even have a scratch on it; almost as though someone had let the dog out.
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Leviathan paced around his room as he muttering to himself as tightly clenched to tickets.
"Alright, Levi. It's not a big deal," he whispered reassuringly. "You just have to go out there, hand them the tickets, and ask them to come with. You already checked their calendar when you were in their room last time, and there are no mentions of any upcoming events on their Devilgram, so they won't be busy. O-Of course, they could always reject you for being a stupid shut-in and a gross o-otaku, b-b-but they're your Henry! Right? They have to agree! Okay!" Levi took a deep breath of courage and quickly flung open his door.
He charged to the living room where he knew you would be lounging with Lucifer.
Upon seeing him, your expression lit up and you graced Leviathan with one of your dazzling smiles. The otaku swore that he could hear his heart go "doki-doki". He stumbled to a stop as his face blushed, and quickly hid the tickets behind his back. "H-Hi MC."
"Hey, Levi-chan!" Oh Diavolo, he loved it when you called him that. "What's up? You look like a man on a mission."
Levi briefly noted Lucifer side-eyeing the two of you as he began to stutter out an answer. "W-Well you see, uh... I-I just um...There's this th-thing that..." He let out a small noise of frustration at his own incompetence.
But you never laughed, or sighed, or groaned, like any of his brothers would have. No. You merely sat there and waited patiently for him to find his words with a gentle smile on your face.
Another deep breath and Levi composed himself. "Did you want to go to an idol concert with me this weekend?" Levi couldn't even bring himself to look you in the eyes as he asked the question. "O-Obviously you don't have to, b-b-but you seemed to like their music when I played it the other day, a-a-and you aren't busy so I thought-"
"Actually," Levi's mouth snapped shut as Lucifer spoke up, "MC and I have plans with Diavolo this weekend."
Levi's head whipped over to look at you and noted the slightly confused expression on your face. "I thought that was next weekend?"
Amber eyes narrowed at the words, as Levi slowly turned to glare at Lucifer. It was all to clear to the Otaku what was happening here.
Lucifer shrugged, not even phased by the venomous stare of his brother, and pulled out his D.D.D. "Barbatos messaged me saying that Diavolo had an important meeting pop up next week and asked if we could move our little get-together to this weekend instead."
You huffed and crossed your arms. "I know he's the prince and can't help it, but making last-minute changes like that is just rude."
Lucifer chuckled at your annoyance and ruffled your hair. "I know, but it's nothing either of us can help. I'll just confirm that we're good with the change and-"
"No." Lucifer and Levi both looked at you in shock. Levi dared to let his heart flutter with hope at the determined look on your face. "I can make plans with Diavolo any time. This concert is a once-in-a-lifetime experience and it clearly means a lot to Levi. Tell him that I'll have to take a rain check. I'm going to be spending the weekend with Levi-chan."
Levi instantly let out a cheer of victory as he stepped forward spun you in the air. "Thank you, MC!!! Oh we're going to have so much fun! I swear you won't regret this!"
You giggled as you were set back down onto your feet. "Thank you for inviting me! This is going to be amazing!"
You and Levi began rambling about all the things you wanted to do at the concert and what you'd need to prepare in advance for the ultimate experience.
Levi couldn't believe it! He was going to spend an entire weekend getting to show you the things that he loved! It'd be just the two of you and it'd be perfect.
"I have an idea," Levi felt himself tense as Lucifer spoke up once more. "Why don't we all go together? That way you can spend time with Diavolo, while also getting to attend the concert?"
Levi's heart sunk as you squealed at the idea, jumping excitedly around a smiling Lucifer.
So much for his perfect, romantic, weekend.
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Mammon took a deep breath as he stared at your bedroom door.
This was it. He was finally going to tell you how he felt.
He had it all planned out. He was going to go in there, and gift you the necklace he had noticed you looking at the last time the two of you went downtown. Then, he'd explain how through the past months of living with you and being your protector, that he found himself becoming enraptured by every single little thing that you do. He'd explain how he knows that he's clingy and greedy when it comes to spending time with you, but that's because there's nothing he treasures more than being by your side. And then, he'd say that he loves you, and hope that you say the same in return.
Fucking romantic right? Mammon had this in the bag.
He confidently lifted his chin as he knocked on your door before walking in. "Hey MC! I know it's late, but do ya gotta-" he trailed off at the sight before him.
Both you and Lucifer were in fluffy, white robes on your bed. Lucifer had a headband in his hair, brushing his bangs away from his clay mask-covered face. You were beside him, also sporting a mask, your tongue peeking out of the corner of your mouth as you carefully painted his nails.
Lucifer raised an eyebrow at his brother, obviously annoyed at being disturbed, while you smiled over at Mammon. "Hey, Mams! Just a sec," you smoothly finished applying a coat of red polish to Lucifer's pinky finger before recapping the bottle and turning to the white-haired demon. "What's up?"
Mammon felt his face heat up, as he quickly hid the small box in his hands behind his back. "I- Uh- Nothin'! Just wanted to talk with ya. Can ya come with me for a few minutes?"
Lucifer sighed as he examined his freshly painted nails. "Might I remind you that you're the one disturbing us, Mammon? If you've got something to say," Mammon gulped as knowing, irked, obsidian eyes bore into his, "spit it out."
You smacked Lucifer's arm. "Hey! Be nice," you offered Mammon a sympathetic smile as you turned back to him. "Sorry, Mammon. You were saying?"
Mammon swallowed down the lump in his throat as humiliation flooded his veins. He awkwardly looked away and waved off your concern. "Nah. It was nothin' important," he subtly slid the necklace box into his back pocket, "I-I'll talk with ya tomorrow or somethin'. It's nothin' ya need to worry about."
You blinked owlishly at Mammon. He could practically see the gears churning inside your head; you obviously thought something was wrong. "Are you sure? If it matters to you, Mammon, that means it's important. I can spare a few minutes if it's really bothering you."
You began to stand up, but as you did, Lucifer caught your wrist."MC, he already said you didn't need to worry about it. If it was that important, he would've just told us. I'm sure everything is fine," Mammon tensed as Lucifer shifted his cold gaze onto him, "right?"
Mammon quickly nodded as he stumbled back towards the door. "Yeah! Yes! Everything is perfectly fine! I-I'll just get goin' and leave to continue whatever this is. Bye!" He scurried out of the room, slamming the door behind him, before slumping against it.
He could faintly hear the sounds of you scolding Lucifer, and felt himself slump in defeat.
He'd just have to try again another day.
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Belphegor fluffed the blankets and pillows that he had set up in the backyard.
It was perfect. He had actually put in work to make sure it was.
A sea of blankets would protect the two of you from the chilly, Devildom, night air, while his finest pillows would make sure you were comfortable. He had brought out a thermos filled with tea and some snacks to make the evening extra cozy.
It was everything the two of you would need to take in the meteor shower tonight.
A click sounded behind him. Belphie perked and quickly turned to greet with you a smile.
Only, instead of you, a rather smug-looking Lucifer stood in the doorway.
Belphie growled and went back to arranging pillows. "What do you want?"
Lucifer shrugged and began to set up a telescope. Belphie gritted his teeth at the sight of it. "I'm just here to take in the meteor shower like you are. That's all. It is quite a beautiful sight after all, and it also happens to be very enlightening."
Belphegor sneered at his older brother as he turned away from him. "Well do it somewhere else! I'm watching the shower here with MC, not you. So go away!"
Lucifer tilted his head in mock confusion as he held up his phone. "Oh dear, but I've already invited the others to join us out here."
Belphie's head snapped up at Lucifer's words. "You what?!"
As though summoned, the rest of his brothers toppled into the backyard.
"I was unaware there was a meteor shower tonight," Satan claimed as he laid down his own blanket near Belphie's perfectly structured nest. "To think I almost missed out on it."
"Eh, I don't care about any stupid stars or anythin'," Belphie groaned in annoyance as Mammon plopped himself down beside him. "But if anythin' falls near us, then those meteor pieces have gotta be worth a fortune!"
Levi scoffed and rolled his eyes as he leaned against the house, game counsel still in hand. "Nothing's actually falling, dumb ass. They're just space rocks passing by."
Asmodeus giggled while he snuggled himself up on Belphie's other side. Belphie wrinkled up his nose and tried to lean away from the physical affection. "Then why are you out here, Levi, if they're just space rocks? Can't you admit that they're beautiful, like me, and you wanted to experience something real for once?"
Levi let out a squawk of embarrassment. "There isn't anything that 'reality can offer me that anime can't! I've seen meteor showers at least ten times all with amazing shots and angles that you could never get in real life!"
Asmodeus merely shook his head in response. "Whatever you say, Levi," he reached over to the picnic basket that Belphie for you and him had packed and held it over his head. "Beel! Snacks!"
Belphegor gaped at his twin as the ginger giant grabbed the basket and sat down behind them. "Beel?! You too?"
Beel looked down guiltily and looked through the food. "I'm sorry, Belphie. But Lucifer said there'd be snacks and that everyone else was going to be there, and I thought it'd be nice to have a family event."
Belphie groaned and held his head in his hands. "You knew I was planning this for just me and MC though."
Beel frowned and held out a cookie to his twin. "Sorry."
Before Belphie could argue anymore or even get the chance to kick everyone out, the door opened once more.
"Oh," everyone looked over to see you standing there in your pyjamas. Belphie's heart clenched as your confused eyes found his. "I didn't know this was a group gathering! I would've brought down some pillows for everyone or some snacks if I had known!" you smiled brightly at the group as you walked towards them.
"No need. Belphie went ahead and provided enough for everyone already," Lucifer claimed and patted the ground next him. "You can sit with me, MC. There's plenty of space over here."
Belphie cursed under his breath as you accepted Lucifer's offer and huffed as the meteor shower began.
Lucifer smirked as he took in his brother's defeat with glee, and you babbled away none-the-wiser by his side.
His brothers could try to woo you and corrupt you all they wanted, but Lucifer wasn't going anywhere. For every attempt they'd make, he'd be there to stop it.
You had deemed Lucifer your big brother, after all, and as such, he'd make sure that you were always safe from his brothers' infernal influences.
***The ending is meh, but whatever! I hope you guys enjoyed this fic! It was both fun and hassle to write, but I love it nonetheless! Thanks for your amazing support and love! Sorry for the lack of fics lately. Love you all!***
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A Shifterâs Dream
(This is a Yandere Bunny-Shifter NâDoul x Female Reader story :P Plz proceed w cautionÂ
TW: !Noncon!, breeding kink!, hella cum!, he holds you down onto the mattress!, kinda sus bc u just turned 18, he deadass bites you, !pees on u in rabbit form, mounting!, mentions of euthanization of animals at the beginning!, etc..)
â-Mama, Mama!â Your voice echoes throughout the kitchen, as you hurry inside, hands clutching something protectively. Your mother turns, startled by your sudden appearance and anxious sounding voice.Â
âWhatâs wrong? Did something happen? Did those neighbourhood boys bully you again?â Ever the mother hen, she frets over you, grabbing you gently by the shoulders and taking a good look at you.Â
Shaking your head, you lift your hands, showing the older woman a taupe coloured rabbit, âLook! Mrs. Ruitz next door is selling bunnies! She says this one is blind, so she hasnât sold it, so she said sheâd give him to me if you say yes! Please, please, please say yes! She said sheâd put him down if he wasnât sold,â Tears bead your eyes as you practically beg your mother, who doesnât seem to have the heart to tell you ânoâ at that moment.Â
She sighs, weighing her options. Youâre already ten, so you should be able to take care of him with minimal effort on her partâŠÂ
âI suppose thatâs alright. You just have to promise me that youâll take care of him!â You instantly perk up, a bright smile on your face.Â
âI promise! I promise!â You hold the bun closer to your chest, practically rocking it in the process, âThank you, Mama!âÂ
The older woman smiles once more, patting you goodnaturedly on the back, âGood. Now, letâs go talk to Mrs. Ruitz- we have no idea how to take care of it.âÂ
Walking across the street, your mother and your neighbour talk about your bunnyâs proper care. It turns out, your bun is a male, who is previously named NâDoul. Not wanting to confuse the bunny, you decided to keep his unusual name, chattering away happily to him as you sat in the grass, barely listening to his care requirements.Â
The bun listens intently to what youâre saying, relishing your gentle hold around him.Â
He must be lucky, he thinks, to have found someone as lovely as you for a mate.Â
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Eight years later, and you and your bun are still going strong. Youâd recently moved into your own apartment, trying out adult life as you start college.Â
Today is your birthday, officially making you an adult.Â
The day was filled with festivities: your mom made you your favourite breakfast in bed (scaring you half to death- apparently she has a copy of your apartment key), your friends took you out shopping, and your mom took you to a birthday dinner. All in all, it was a great day!Â
But, a certain bun was seemingly more excited than you were for your birthday, because he seemingly peed himself in excitement the moment you picked him up. Lightly scolding him, you set him down on his rabbit bed that you made him, ââDoul, what the heck man!â You laugh a little, remembering back to when he was but a teeny kit, âYouâre not a baby anymore, bubs, you canât just pee on me!â The bun is surprisingly smart, allowing you to let him mosy around your house (now your own apartment that you saved up for for years). After he figures out the layout, heâs able to figure out where his pee pad is, along with his grass bed, actual bed, and food/drink area. He is also able to hear where you are, allowing him to cutely hop after you if youâre not already carrying him.Â
Going to the bathroom to wash your hands, you hear his barely audible pawsteps behind you, âItâs okay, âDoul, Iâm just gonna clean myself off, okay?â Flipping on your faucet, you get your hands nice and wet, before you pump some soap onto your hands, and start scrubbing, âMaybe I should shower now, since Iâm already hereâŠâ You trail off when you feel you bun settle himself on your foot.Â
Glancing down, you catch him just in time, as he starts to hump you. Gasping in surprise, you try to gently shake him off, but that seemingly just gets himself off faster, as you feel a foreign wetness against your skin, âWhat the fuck? Are you serious, NâDoul?!â Annoyed with the way heâs suddenly acting, once you finish washing your hands, you reach down, and scoop the bun up, âThatâs not cool, bro. Because of that, you can wait in my room while I shower.âÂ
Plopping him in his bunny bed, you turn on your heel, and hurry back into the bathroom, closing the door before he can follow you inside.Â
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Stepping out of your shower, you wrap yourself securely with your plush towel. Not bothering to wipe off the steam from your mirror, you bust out of the bathroom, only to be greeted with your now empty room. The door leading to the hallway is wide open, and your bunny is nowhere to be seen. Completely stupefied, you have no idea how to respond. Did the bun hop up high enough to hit the handle? That should be impossible! A Holland Lop is big, but not that big!Â
âNâDoul? Bun? Where on Earth did you go?â Deeming your bunnyâs safety higher than you changing into clothing, you quickly move out of your room clad in only your towel.Â
You go room by room, searching frantically for your beloved pet. He has to be here somewhere!Â
So, when you finally make it to your living room/kitchen, you let out a yell of fear. There, on your couch, is a naked, bunny eared, buff man whoâs humping into your previously used panties, âWho the hell are you! Get the fuck out of my house!â Reaching for the baseball bat in the hallway, you hold it up with one hand threateningly, the other currently holding your towel.Â
A deep, rumbling laugh is heard from the mysterious man, who then tosses aside your soiled panties, âDon't be like that, Love. Your NâDoul only getting myself ready for you.âÂ
âWhat the fuck are you talking about? And what did you do with my bunny?â He chuckles, relishing your cute reaction.Â
âIâm your bunny, (Your Name). Iâm NâDoul.â
âThe hell you are! Get out, before I bash your skull in!â He stands to his feet, completely towering over you. Gulping in fear, you move backwards, but then you notice his eyes. Theyâre the same milky white your bun has, âI-Iâm warning you! Stay away from me, you creep!âÂ
He holds his hands up in mock surrender, showing how large his hands are compared to yours, âIâm not going to hurt you- I wouldnât be a good mate if I did.âÂ
Without thinking, you chuck your baseball bat at his bunny-eared head, before turning and running to your room. You hear the metal bat make contact, along with a yelp of pain. Locking your door behind you, you search your room for your car keys. Not long after you dump out your purse in pursuit of your keys, you hear loud footsteps thumping towards you.Â
A loud bang echoes throughout the room, as the manâs hit practically shakes the foundation of the wall, âOpen the door, (Your Name)! Open it right now!â He sounds angry, and when you donât respond fast enough, he starts trying to break down the door, his muscled body practically bending the thin wood with each body slam.Â
Screaming in fear, you start to cry. Thick tears drip down your face, as you plead with him to stop, âI-I donât want to! Get out of my house!âÂ
With one last mighty slam, the humanized NâDoul breaks into your bedroom. His nose is bleeding from the bat hitting him in the face, but other than that, heâs completely unscathed. Hearing you cry, he immediately goes to shush you, âDonât cry, Love. Now that youâre considered an adult in your species, we can finally begin our life together.â
To his chagrin, you continue to sob, completely scared out of your mind, âNo! Get out! Stop pretending to be my bunny, itâs weird!â He approaches you slowly, his much bigger form slightly bumping into a few pieces of furniture. This gives you enough time to make a break for it.Â
You try to round his form, almost making it to whatâs left of your bedroom door, only to be stopped by a meaty arm practically slamming you onto your bed. Trying to get up, you quickly realise that escape is impossible, as his muscular legs practically trap you against your mattress. He uses his weight to hold you down, as he bites into your neck, trying to make you submit.Â
âShh, stop resisting me, my Love. I promise that Iâll take care of you for the rest of our lives,â He continues to bite at you, as your screams are muffled into your sheets.Â
His large hands rip your towel off of you, exposing your slightly wet body to his prying fingers. The rough pads of his fingers rub at your erect nipples and unprepared slit, trying to get you as wet as possible.Â
âYouâll be a wonderful mother, I can tell you were made for this,â His cock head bumps against your tight entrance, forcing itself in as you scream.Â
He starts a breakneck pace almost immediately, relishing how your walls massage him so sinfully- as if you were made for only him, his inexperienced fingers rub at your clit harshly, trying to make this as pleasurable for you as possible,Â
Whilst this was happening, a bolt of pure pleasure shot up your spine, as he hit a certain gummy patch in your pussy, causing you to gush uncontrollably. Loud keens escape your gaping mouth, as his harsh ministrations are enough to almost make you cum immediately.Â
âFuck, your body accepts me so perfectly, Love. Itâs like it knows Iâm going to pump you full of kits,â He lightly slaps at your clit, causing you to seize up in orgasm, quickly throwing him over the edge as well. Hot, virile cum overflows your womb, his swimmers quickly inseminating you. But itâs not enough. NâDoul, moments after orgasm, bucks into you even harsher than before, wanting to push as much of his cum as possible inside of you, âMy perfect mate, I love you so much! I knew you were the one for me from the first time I met you! Only the love of my life would accept me even with my blindness!âÂ
Still sensitive from before, the both of you hustle over the edge in mere moments, your release squirting all over the both of you.Â
âWeâre not stopping until I know that you're pregnant, my love. Our wonderful kits are such a good birthday present, no?â
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Noticing the smile that formed on his face after the compliment caused her own smile to grow. While she knew that their own personal journey has held its own ups and downs, Zeynep could only feel herself become happier and happier that the couple have been able to persevere on with their relationship. That they've taken every single roadblock that's come their way as a lesson and learning tool on how to better their relationship and work towards making things better. From friendship, to partners, to parents, Zeyno was excited to see what the next stage could be for them.
Naturally, one of the first ideas that popped into her head was on whether they thought of marriage or if they were happy with how their relationship is. While she herself had an... interesting marriage experience, she could see them thriving, if that was the course they wanted to take.
Yet, it didn't feel right to ask him yet about that. While she loved messing with him, there was a difference between being playful and backing the man into a corner like a wild animal while badgering him with rather intrusive questions. Questions that he might not have even thought of himself just yet.
Or, worse: questions that have been thought of yet haven't been discussed by the couple. Because that was a can of worms than can never be shut. Once that's out there in the world, it's out. It can never be closed and you'll never go back to a life without that knowledge, no matter what it could be.
Either way, she hoped for the couple to remain happy and in love, no matter what. The last thing she wanted was for them to end up in the same position as her. Sighing, she rested her head on his shoulder again and reached back up. Her hand placed over his while her eyes stared at the screen. Trying, straining, not to tear up anymore than they have. "It's hard," she whispered. Swallowing down a lump in her throat that made it a struggle to breathe. "It's... It's so fucking hard, E. Some days, I think I can do it. I think that it came be possible. But then I see her and everything crumbles inside of me. And then it shatters every time I remember that, despite of what I'm feeling, she clearly doesn't feel the same. And it's torture having her feel nothing but apathy for me when she was the love of my life at one point." Unfortunately, 'was' wasn't even the correct word. But she knew that if she said the other word, the correct one, that she would not be able to console herself. Groaningâor, was it more so a growl?â, she wiped away at her tears. Shaking her head as she said, "Had I found that fucker when I hoped I would, Carla and I might still be together at this point. Everything might be different for the better and that's torturous to realize, E."
With her elbow resting on the back of the couch and her head against the knuckles of her fist, she looked at him. Hoping that whatever he had to say could brighten everything right up. Her brows rose at his announcement of his brother. "Oh shit, yeah? How has that been, aside from nice? And yeah, absolutely no promises, buddy." She smiled softly, nudging his knee with her own as she teased him. Yet, her features did fall at the other news. "Oof... Fuck, I'm sorry, bro. Teething's the worst. I just about cry every time I remember the twins' and Meg's teething stage. But yeah, that's a fair 'weird-slash-bad' news. What else is keeping you up at night? Aside from your goddess of a wife, of course." ||đŸ@elifalvey
Ah, a meme makes more sense. Not that Elijah had any hope for the explanation to stick somewhere permanently in his brain, but at least he could temporarily understand why both his brother and his friend decided to quote that particular nonsense at him.
He wasnât that dramatic, was he?
Regardless of the answer that creeped into the back of his mind (that was yes â yes, he was that dramatic), he sunk back even more into the couch and took the compliment on his and Aslihanâs relationship with a smile. He further tried to focus his energy on listening to Zeynep speak, recounting all the details of her life that she could think of in the time that theyâve been apart from one another. And, he had to admit, even if the contents of their conversation were a mix of highs and lows, it was nice to get to catch up with her again like this. Thinking back on it, it had to have been months since the last time that they got this opportunity. Zeynep, being busy as ever with her businesses and children and Elijah with his â naturally, it was easy for them to drift physically apart.
The thing about his friendship with Zeynep that was good, however, was that it always felt as if no time had passed at all the second they got back together again. She was one of those friends in his life where it didnât matter how long they havenât spoken, they were always able to pick things up right where they left them. It was refreshing, considering he couldn't say the same for others that have reentered his life.
âIâm happy for him,â he said simply of Luke, the grin that was ear-to-ear fading away rather quickly once heâd started to receive the explanations about Carla that heâd asked for. âRight, I see . . .â He inched closer, the arm that was propped up against the couch coming to rest on her shoulders instead, palm rubbing her arm soothingly. âYou donât have to say anything else, Z. I understand. I, uh â yâknow, if anything, Iâm glad that itâs making the kids happy, and I hope that you can work out the, um . . . complicated bits, between you and her. But you donât have to get too deep into it.â The husband situation was another downer that didnât necessarily need explanation; Elijah knew just from how long heâd known Zeynep that getting a divorce from him was one of the most important things to her, at the moment. The only thing he could offer was a kiss to the top of her head and an apology. Not for anything that he did, of course, but for the fact that she was still stuck in that situation after four long years. âI know you are. Iâm sorry.â
As Zeynep moved to compose herself, so did he. He cleared his throat and turned his body to face her, folding a leg on the couch and humming as he thought. âOkay, good. Reggieâs moved back to town. I donât remember if Iâve mentioned that the last time I saw you. He, uh â well, he came for Thanksgiving, and didnât wind up leaving. Which has been nice, as long as you donât tell him I said that.â He paused. âWeird . . . Rhiaâs been teething, which is only weird because it feels like she was born yesterday and now sheâs got a handful of chompers growing out of her mouth. Sheâs been incredibly cranky because of it,â he explained, shifting a little as he continued, âMakes that bad as well. I havenât been sleeping much. For that reason and . . . others, I suppose.â
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The Cure for Nightmares
Was able to clear my head enough to write a quick fic to feed my current obsession. Suprising what you can think up at unreasonable hours! Plus, lee!Sal is enough to help me ignore the pain I'm in đ
Hope yall enjoy!
Fandom: Sally Face
Characters: Sal and Larry (mention of Lisa and Henry)
Relationships: Larry and Sal (strictly platonic!!!) Henry x Lisa (very very brief mention)
Word Count: 1,763
Summary: Larry's night is interrupted when Sal comes to him for help. Luckily, Larry has the perfect solution!
Warning: This is a tickle fic! If u don't like that please don't read. Thanks!
Larry dips his brush into the paint next to him, moving it to the canvas and adding the last couple of strokes to his painting. As he finished he sets the brush down and claps. "You've done it again Larry." He sighs, admiring his own work. He stretches in his seat, letting out a huge yawn. He pulls his phone out to check the time.
"2:29 AM"
"Oh shit. Must've lost track of time." He slowly stands up, letting the blood rush back into his tingly legs. Man how long has he been sitting there now? At least a couple hours he thinks. He throws on a tee and some comfy shorts, shuts off the light and dramatically flops into his bed. His eyes just flutter closed when he heard it. It was soft, very very soft. If his room wasn't as quiet as it was he doubts he would've heard it. A knock. Then another soft knock. He assumed whoever it was didn't know if they were sure of their decision. Nevertheless he stands up and walks to the door. As he creaks it open he sees the cause of the noise. A small figure turning and beginning to walk away.
"Sally? Bro what's going on? Where're ya going?" He places a hand on Sal's shoulder to stop him, causing the latter to flinch. "S-Sorry Larry...I....didn't mean to wake you up." "Dude I wasn't even asleep yet. What are you doing u- oh. Was it another nightmare?" He pulls Sal a little closer and turns him so they're facing each other, thats when he noticed. Sal isn't wearing his prosthetic or his glass eye. It was clear he was in a rush to get down here. "Must've been a bad one..." Larry whispers to himself. "Come on bro. Let's talk." He pulls the younger boy into his room and shuts the door. He signals Sal to sit on his bed. As he does Larry quickly fills the empty spot next to him.
"You look terrible man. Talk to me." Larry places a comforting hand on Sals shoulder, then is shocked when the poor kid bursts into tears. Sal quickly starts wiping his face to stop them but they won't stop coming, only making him cry harder. At first Larry could only watch, Sal rarely broke down in front of him, and when he did it was never this bad. Fuck that nightmare must have really gotten to him. He shook himself out of his thoughts, he had a much bigger task at hand now. Larry gently pulls Sal into his chest, wrapping his arms around his tiny, shaking frame. Sal tenses for a brief moment before he quickly throws his arms around Larry, sobbing heavily into his chest. "It's alright man it's okay. You're safe now I'm here. I've got you lil bro." Larry coos comforts softly into Sal's ear, running his hand up and down his back. "M-M-My fault- I-It wa was my hnngh I-I" he sobs, voice coming out in squeaky hiccups. "No. No dude it wasn't. It wasn't your fault dude I promise. You're okay. You're okay." Larry begins to rock the small boy back and forth, placing a gentle kiss on the top of his head. The two stay like this for what feels like an hour, Sal's sobbing slowly quieting down into soft hiccups until eventually he slowly pulls away.
"You okay man. How're feeling?" Larry quickly asks, a slight worried tone to his voice. "I....I don't...I feel b-bad but...better." Sal wipes his eye. "Fuck I'm s-so sorry dude I....I know I should've dealt w-with this but I couldn't c-calm down I just w-wanted to see y-you. Fuck I feel like a damn kid" Larry grabs him by the shoulder, forcing the boy to look him in the eyes. "No. Don't be sorry. You know I'm always here for you dude. There's no way I'm gonna let you deal with this shit on your own. Capeesh?" Sal can't help but smile, another tear falling down his face. "C-Capeesh." He chuckles and wipes the traitor away. "I should probably let you get back to bed. I don't want to wake up Lisa." Larry scoffs "Nah dude I'm not letting you out of my sight! Plus, moms out right now. Remember she went out for dinner with your dad last night? Pretty sure she's still with 'im." Sal fakes a gag. "Eww don't remind me." He giggles and gently slaps Larry's leg. The taller boy let's out a dramatic gasp "How rude Sally Face! And to think I was gonna give you the perfect cure for your nightmares." Sal tilts his head in confusion. "Cure? What on earth are you talking about?" Larry lets out a small snicker. "Well you're lucky I love you so much bro. I'll let you in on this little secret. Some say there's an ancient ritual, one that, if it's preformed correctly, will wash away all bad thoughts!" Sal looks at his brother with skepticism. "Yeaaah right dude. And what is this 'ritual?'" Sal asks, using finger quotes as he says ritual. Larry smirks, placing a hand on Sals arm. "Wanna try? I'm positive it'll help you." Sal shrugs "Sure dude. What do I've got to lOSE!" Sal gasps as he's forcefully pulled over next to Larry, back softly hitting his mattress.
"Gah L-Larry! A little warning next...w-what are you doing?" Sal watches as Larry sits on top of his legs. "I'm starting the ritual! I can't have you squirming away? If its interrupted I'll have to start all over! Now. Let me just." He reaches up to the hem of Sals soft pajama shirt and pulls it up, revealing his tummy. Sal's face begins to heat up as Larry places a hand on his shaking stomach. "L-Larry...what are you gonna d-do?" Larry doesn't answer, he just smiles down at his brother and snickers. "Don't move." He begins to softly trace around Sal's belly, the touches causing the boy to gasp and cover his mouth. "N-Nohoho Larryyyy!" He tries his best to keep the giggles down but fuck does it tickle! Larry's soft touches driving his nerves crazy. Larry continued to trace around his belly and sides softly as he spoke to him. "Now dude the ritual won't work if you don't laugh." With that his tracing finger turned into a claw that skitters and scratched around his sensitive midsection. That earned a squeak out of him, hand flying down to grab at the torturous hand. "L-Laahahaharry stop iihihihiit!! Aahaha not thaahahahat!" Sal couldn't help the frantic flow of giggles pouring put of his mouth, his whole body shaking at even the softest touch. Larry grabs the hand trying to stop him. "Now now. Don't want me to have to start over. Just relaaaaax~ We only just started dude." Larry pulls his hand to the side and uses his other to move up to Sals ribs. Now that got a reaction!
"Aaaaaahahahahahaaa! L-Larry no! Nohohoho no no not there!!! Aaahahahahaa staahahahap stahhahap!! Fuck it tickles maahahahan!!" The ticklish boy underneath Larry began to squirm, arching his body away from that damn claw, but it quickly followed him, latching back on and continuing to scratch in between his sensitive ribs. Sals other hand shakily remained at his face, trying to cover his embarrassment from Larry. Much to his dismay, however, Larry had another idea. "Dude you can't keep messing up the ritual like this. Covering your face?? That's a big no!" Larry pulls the hand he's already got up and grabs the hand at Sal's face. Now with both his arms above his head Larry decides it's time to destroy him. He pushes his hand up under Sal's shirt and tickles up to his pit and back down to his ribs. Sal let out a shriek and bucks "AAAHAHAAA!! LARREEHEHEHEHEEE LARRY PLEASE PLEASE!!! I'M ALRIGHT! AAHAHAHAHAHAAA IM BETTER NOOHOHOHOHOOW! PLEEEHEHEHE HE HE HEEASE!! COME ON IT TICKLES SO BAAAHAHAHAHAAD!!" He squeals again as Larry travels back down his side to squeeze at his hips. Sal snorts and kicks his legs out frantically, tears of mirth falling out of his eye.
"Right Sal were almost done. We just have to finish off strong! It's the most important step." He moves his hand down to Sal's side, still lightly scratching at the spot to elicit more squeaky giggles from the boy. "W-Whaahahat is i-ihihit? What's the gee!! Geeehehehehee t-thehehe last stehehehep?" Larry smirked down at him, releasing his arm and placing both hands on Sal's sides. "Don't worry bout it bro. Just relax! It'll be over before you know it." With that, Larry began his descent, inching his face closer to the quivering belly below him. Sal's eye grew wide, hands flying to push at Larry's head. "N-No! Nononohoho please not that!" Larry peers up at Sal and smiles "Come on Sal! It's the last thing I gotta do. If I don't we gotta start all over!" Sal blinks a couple time before he huffs out a small "fine" and pulls his hands back. "J-Just make it qu-quick..." Larry cackles "sure thing!" His face flys down to Sal's belly, right above the navel and he blows a huge raspberry on thr sensitive spot. Sal shrieks and spasms wildly under Larry, hands flying around, legs kicking out as his whole body shakes with laughter. "AAAAHAHAHAHAAAA!! AAAHAHAHA OKAY OKAAHAHAHAY OKAY YOU DID IIHIHIHIIIT! FUCK FUCK AAAHAHAHAHAAA! NO NO NO NOT AGAIN!! AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA *snort* GAAHAHAHAHAA!!!" His laugh is loud, mixed with squeaks and snorts. Larry blows a few extra raspberries on his tummy before finally letting up and scooting off.
"Ritual complete! You should be safe from any nightmares!" Larry proclaims proudly before looking over to Sal. "Feeling any better?" He asks softly. Sal lays still on the bed, hand resting on his tummy as he gets the last remaining giggles out of his system. "Th-Thahahat was mean L-Larry fahahace." He glares at Larry but he can tell there's no real malice behind it. Sal just sighs and slowly sits up. "But yea....I do feel better. Thanks Lar." Larry pulls him into a tight hug "Good! I'm glad you had fun." Sal blushes "W-What I-!" He pulls away to see Larry's smirk. "Pssh w-whatever." His face turns a bright red. "Let's just go to sleep..." he mumbles as he pulls Larry down to lay next to him. The rocker pulls him in as they drift off. "Glad you enjoyed it Sally Face. Cause the ritual states I have to preform it every night to keep the nightmares away."
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"WHAT!?!"
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Shotgun Wedding
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Angel Reyes x Reader
Word Count: 1.1kÂ
Warnings: angsty angst, language, s3 spoilers, (gif not mine!)
Marisol Reyesâs diamond sparkled underneath the grim lighting of the Mayans clubhouse. The diamond she always imagined resting on her ring finger. Y/N stared blankly at the beaming woman glued next to Angel. Y/N tried her damndest to conceal her heartache keeping a calm demeanor. As if cemented in the very place she stood, Y/N didnât dare move a muscle at the abrupt announcement.Â
Her ears rung horrendously blocking out the unwelcomed laughter and cheers. Her blood simmered rising in temperature every passing second, but Y/N swore her heart stopped beating the moment Angel wouldnâtâŠcouldnât look at her. Tranqâs eyes searched the room finding Y/N all too easily, a familiar sadness rested behind her eyes showcasing her inner misery.
Nailsâs smile continued to irk Y/N as her fingers wrapped around an empty beer glass.
Angelâs voice boomed through the room next; âThat ainât it..weâre havin a baby!â
Hoots and hollers broke out across the room celebrating the surprising news.
Y/N froze too stunned to glance up from the wood counter she was currently staring holes in. Ezekielâs eyes followed suit; pity filled and genuine disbelief. Didnât seem like big bro told him either. Suddenly glass shattered forcing Y/Nâs gaze downwards, blood danced down her palm moving delicately towards her wrist. Two shards embedded deeply into her hand as her eyes bulged at the growing mess.
Tranq moved quick grabbing a towel. He hesitated sizing up the shards and their removal. His lips moved but Y/N didnât hear a thing. A minor pinch resonated from her palm glancing down at the removed bloodstained pieces. Angel chanced a glimpse towards Y/N knowing the damage had been long done.
âY/N?â Â
She merely nodded applying more pressure to the cut.
Her voice dead-panned void of any emotion; âShit, I spaced. Sorry bout the glass.â
His brow scrunched upwards at the overtly monotonous tone. Meanwhile, Y/N busied herself wiping up the crimson liquid. Not more than five seconds later her back was to him as she rushed to the back room. Tranq tailed her closing the door behind him. Her chest heaved unable to catch her breath as she paced in circles.
âSay somethin, anythingâŠâ
Y/N stopped, her eyes pierced his gentle ones; âDid you know?â
Without hesitation, Tranq answered; âNo idea.â
He sounded just as hurt as she did causing concern to spread throughout her shivering frame; âI thought you and Nails wereââ
âMe too. Guess not.â
Unshed tears begged for release but Y/N fought harder. Her voice sounded broken, laced in pain; âI hate him.â
Tranq rubbed her shoulder soothingly; âIâm sorry. Iâm so fucking sorry, Y/N.â
Her shoulders deflated; âItâs not your fault. Itâs fucking mine for giving him another god damn chance.â
âStop. They made their choice. Does it fucking suck? Hell yeah, but itâs outta our hands for good. Donât let that shit spread.â
âYour optimism is annoying as hell.â
His hand grazed over her chin keeping her attention; ââHe doesnât deserve you; he never fucking did.â
âAnd sheâs a total bitch for blowing you off and running back to him the second he turns her damn direction.â
âI donât want to hurt like this anymore, T. Angel will never choose me and thatâs a hard pill to swallow. But seriously? Seriously? He fucking parades her around, proposes to her, and then knocks her up?! What fresh hell did I walk into tonight?â
âYou and me both.â
Her fingers carefully grazed along the liquor bottles aligning the farthest wall; âI think Iâm going to miss you the most.â
Confusion clouded his thoughts; âYouâyouâre leaving?â
âI have to. I canât just stay here and watch him play house. Angelâs left me no other choice.â
Tranq closed the gap between them bringing her into his chest. Her arms wrapped around him trying to memorize every possible detail.
âI still have a phone, ya know. Iâll keep you in the loop, promise.â
âYou are worth finding. Worth knowing. And undoubtedly worth loving. Donât let him take that away.â
âYou, my friend, have a way with words. This isnât goodbye.â
âJust a see you later?â
The hallway light shone brightly as the door swung ajar. Picking up one foot in front of the other, Y/N stride didnât falter instead focusing her energy straight ahead on the exit until an unwelcoming voice echoed out for her.
âY/N, wait up!â
She began a light jog attempting to make a clean getaway. Heavy footsteps clogged about alerting her of another presence. Y/N fumbled for her keys but not before Angel Reyes caught up.
âThereâs nothing left to say, Reyes. Your announcement made that crystal clear. Now go the fuck away.â
âAt least gimme a minute to explain.â
âExplain what? How you told me you loved me TWO DAYS AGO and then proceeded to propose to your fuck buddy? Oh, congrats on the baby by the way. I hope you both burn in hell.â
Angel held her arm keeping her in place; Y/N fought against his grasp; âYouâre a selfish, irredeemable shell of a bastard.â
âI know.â
âI love you, all of you so damn much. But Iâm sick and tired of the bullshit. Youâve obviously made your decision, Gel. I gotta get out of here for a while.â
Guilt ran down his spine seeping into his stiff bones. Angel opened his mouth but no words followed. Not once in the last twelve hours had he stopped running at full speed. Now with the dust finally settling, Angelâs actions finally caught up with him.
âCâmon, donât be like that.â
Her jaw nearly hit the ground at the audacity of this asshole; âI bet your fiancĂ© is looking for you. Should probably head back.â
The words held a finality Angel wasnât sure he was ready to embrace. His mind screamed at him to be honest, to tell Y/N she was the reason he got outta bed every day. But then Nails told him she was pregnant and the rest of the world became a blur. Angel never actually expected to lose Y/N. Now his reality had shifted, altered on its very axis and there wasnât a goddamn thing he could do about it. The car door creaked open and shut in record time. Blurred headlights were all that remained as the distance grew further and further between them. Crickets chirped far too loudly as the silence set in. It was time for Angel to let Y/N go even if his heart resisted.
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your love lifts me up (when iâm down, down, down)
Hi friends! That season finale was absolutely insane and I am still not over it, but hereâs a continuation of it because Hailey deserves better and because I love Upstead and hate Hank Voight. The title is from the song "Helium" by SIA. Enjoy and let me know what you think!Â
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your love lifts me up like helium
your love lifts me up when I'm down, down, down
when I've hit the ground
youâre all I need
âcause your love lifts me up like helium
âIâm serious. Letâs get married.â
His immediate thought is complete and utter happiness as the words tumble from her lips and a smile quirks at the corner of his mouth, his eyes staring into hers with such love and affection.
His second thought is concern. Because as much as he may want to spend the rest of his life with the woman standing in front of him, she stands there with teary eyes and a familiar look on her face that reminds him of not too long ago that had him reassuring her he wasnât going anywhere.
âWhat happened Hailey?â He finds himself asking.
âWhat do you mean?â
âYou came in here seeming not like yourself and you just said we should get married. Not that Iâm opposed to that with you, but itâs a little out of left field for you. You seem scared about something and itâs kinda freaking me out a little so just tell me whatâs going on.â
âNothingâs going on. I just - I just want you. I - I donât wanna wait.â
He takes a fraction of a step toward her, squeezing her arms gently and looking at her with the same soft expression he always has for her. âHailey, I would marry you tomorrow, right now, if thatâs what I thought you really wanted, but thereâs something that youâre not telling me. I can see it in your eyes. Itâs all over your face. And normally Iâd let it go and give you your space to figure out whatever it is that you need to figure out, but Iâm really worried here so just tell me.â
She shakes her head, somehow able to hold back the tears she has in her eyes as she stares back at him. If she were being honest, she wasnât expecting him to say yes, that theyâd suddenly be engaged or running off to City Hall the next morning for some shotgun courtroom ceremony.
The way he looks at her tells her as much, that he wonât let it go, and she canât blame him considering the bomb she just dropped on him, but she couldnât help it. Sheâd been so deep inside her thoughts and reeling from the events of the day and the night. The thought of losing him snuck into her head far too quickly and sent her into a panic and she just blurted it out.
Maybe she should have thought this through a bit more before proposing to him on a whim in the middle of her living room. Sheâd surprised even herself as the words fell from her lips. The idea of marriage should terrify her given the fact that the only example of it she has is her parents. But the idea of marrying him, her partner, her best friend - it sends an undeniably wonderful ache through her, like she needs it. She needs him. Sheâs never needed anyone in her entire life. Not her parents or friends or ex-boyfriends and past lovers. But she needs him.
âI donât know why I said it,â she breathes out then. âI just, I saw you standing there and I thought about Kim and everything thatâs happened and I - I donât know.â
âI think thatâs only part of it,â he says quietly, carefully. âTell me why else.â
She knows exactly why else. What else. Who else. And it sends another ache rushing through her, but this one goes straight to her stomach and she swallows back the feeling of needing to gag that rises at the back of her throat.
âCan we go see Kim first?â She asks suddenly.
âHailey - â
âPlease? Letâs go to the hospital and see how sheâs doing, and then we can come back here and weâll talk. I promise.â
She says it in one breath, hurried and eyes pleading. She just needs more time. Time with him before she tells him everything that happened. Before she loses the one thing that means everything to her.
âOkay,â he sighs before jutting his chin to the bathroom behind her. âYou wanna take a shower and change first or just head over?â
Hailey nods, taking a step back. âGive me fifteen minutes. Iâll be quick.â
She pulls herself away from him and heads into her bedroom, his eyes following her with more worry than before as she closes the door behind her.
She takes a deep breath as she stands in the middle of her bedroom, trying to calm her too fast beating heart until her eyes land on a basket of laundry on the floor by the dresser. Her clothes, his clothes, mixed together. And then her eyes scour the rest of the room. A pair of his boots sitting on the floor beneath the window. One of his watches and a phone charger on the nightstand at the side of the bed. His side of the bed.
She shakes her head at the sight of all these things, his things, and pulls off her jacket. She tosses it to the bed before making her way into the bathroom and closes the door that leads out to the living room.
When she turns back around itâs only a few seconds before her heart seizes again as she glances to the sink. His toothbrush in the holder beside hers. A bottle of his cologne on the other side of the faucet, one of her favorite smells that is so distinctly him. She turns her head to the shower stall at the bottles of products that donât belong to her.
Heâs made himself at home in her space, engraved his presence in the place she had once kept so private and guarded. A space that had quickly become theirs.
She feels the tears burning in the corners of her eyes again and her bottom lip begins to tremble as she realizes this may be it. This may be the last time she sees their lives so intimately twined together and it breaks something inside of her. Cracks her open so quickly and makes the pool of tears spill over and fall down her face.
She wipes under her eyes with one hand and covers her mouth with the other, muffling the painful sob that falls out as she becomes overwhelmed with frustration and despair over the fact that she knows she wonât come back from this. Losing Jay. Losing them. She is sure heâs going to hate her. Heâs going to become so disgusted with her, heâs going to leave when she tells him and she knows she canât not tell him.
The only thing she can do is bask in denial and hold off the heartache that sheâs sure will come for a few more hours. She can pretend that everything is fine, that she hasnât crossed a line she canât come back from despite being pulled across it involuntarily by her Sergeant. They can still be them for just a little while longer.
She turns on her heel and leaves the bathroom, wiping under her eyes again and grabbing her jacket from the bed before pulling open the door of her bedroom. Jay looks up at her from the couch, his phone in hand, and raises an eyebrow at her and the clothes she hasnât changed out of yet.
âLetâs just go to the hospital now,â Hailey says, slipping her arms through the sleeves of her jacket again.
âYou sure?â
She nods and forces a smile, stepping toward him and reaching a hand down to him.
âOkay,â Jay says with a shrug, taking her offered hand into his and standing from the couch.
They leave her apartment and make their way out to his truck, it not being lost on him the way her hand trembles in his or how she doesnât let go until they separate to get into the cab. When they buckle themselves in, she reaches for his hand again over the console between them.
He wants to believe itâs just because of the events of the last few days. The case and Kim and the very real possibility that tonight could have gone a lot differently if he and Kevin hadnât found their friend and colleague when they did.
Heâs not that naive though. He knows something else happened. Something big enough to scare her into bringing up marriage even though heâs definitely not against it. It wouldnât be the first time heâs had the thought of spending the rest of his life with her. He thinks about it often, but he knows there is something sheâs keeping from him that she canât find the words for right now so he wonât push her.
She said theyâd talk later and he knows she needs more time to wrap her head around whatever it is thatâs going on. He just holds onto her hand tightly and drives, glancing over at her every few minutes to see her staring out the window and lost in her own head.
When they get to Med and he throws the truck into park, she lets go of his hand only long enough for them to get out of the cab and for her to meet him at the hood. Her fingers twine with his once again and she holds on tightly to him.
Jay has passed the point of concern now as they enter the hospital through sliding glass doors, but Hailey still doesnât let go of him, only holding on tighter as they walk down the corridors of the hospital. They ride the elevator in silence, huddled into a corner as it fills with staff and visitors, and Hailey lifts her other hand to place it on his arm just below his elbow. He canât help leaning down and kissing the top of her head, pressing his lips to her hairline in a silent reminder of assurance to let her know heâs still with her.
They step off the elevator when the doors slide open a few moments later, hands still intertwined between them and Haileyâs hand holding his arm as they walk down the hallway together. When the pair rounds a corner they spot Kevin leaning against a nurseâs station, one hand tucked into the front of his vest and the other holding his phone up to his ear.
âHow is she?â Hailey asks quietly as her and Jay approach him.
Kevin looks between them, his eyes glancing between their joined hands and their faces, and a soft knowing smile peeks out over his own. Because despite the horrors and the unknowns that surround them, at least there is some bit of happiness to hold onto.
âHold up a sec bro,â Kevin says into the phone, holding it over his shoulder and then looking between the couple again. âSheâs still in surgery, but they said sheâs fighting, still holding on.â
âSheâs been through a lot, but sheâll pull through this too. I know it,â Jay says and Hailey nods at his side in silent agreement.
âYâall staying for a bit?â Kevin asks them.
âYeah,â Hailey tells him. âWeâre not going anywhere.â
Kevin nods and gestures to his phone. âIâm gonna head to Kimâs place. Take over for Ruze and watch Makayla so he can come down.â
âSounds good man,â Jay says, lifting his free hand and clapping Kevin on the shoulder.
The officer gives Jay and Hailey one last look before he steps away, walking down the hall and lifting his phone back to his ear. They hear his quiet words of âIâm on my way to youâ as he rounds the corner and then heâs gone.
Jay glances over at Hailey, her hold on him unwavering and the worry inside him growing heavier by the second, but he wonât bring it up here. He leads her to a small alcove of chairs and takes a seat, Hailey sitting down beside him, and he brings their joined hands to his lap and places his free hand over top of them. She leans her head against his shoulder, breathing out a quiet sigh that is quickly followed by a dragged out yawn.
He glances at her face to see her blinking slowly, fighting off exhaustion and whatever else is going through her head that he doesnât yet know about, an unmistakable look of sadness etched across her face. He could tell she was crying when she came out of her bedroom earlier and all he wants is to ask her what is going on, but he knows he canât do that in some hospital waiting room. Theyâre here for Kim. Anything and everything else can wait.
He leans down and kisses the top of her head again, hovering over her hair as he pulls back slowly, and whispers, âI love you.â
âI love you too,â she whispers back from beside him, squeezing his hand and his arm and not letting go.
Time moves slowly from there and Adam arrives almost forty minutes later, tears in his eyes and a disheveled mess of hair. He spots them quickly through the glass window of the alcove and walks toward them.
âHey, any news?â He asks in a rush.
Jay shakes his head. âBefore Kev left he said she was still in surgery, but we havenât heard anything else yet.â
Adam nods slowly, pacing in a circle a few times before he finally takes a seat in the empty chair next to Hailey. He glances over at the half asleep blonde, smiling softly at the way sheâs curled against her partner and clutching him with her hands.
âIs this a new development or - ?â Adam asks quietly, looking to Jay and nodding down to Hailey.
Jay smiles softly as he shakes his head and it makes Adam smile wider despite his own despair. âWell good for you guys then. Itâs about damn time, man.â
âYeah,â Jay mumbles softly, squeezing Haileyâs hand when she squeezes his fingers in her sleepy state.
Another twenty minutes pass in silence between the three until a nurse enters the alcove, a friendly look on her face.
âAre you here for the officer that was brought in? Kim Burgess?â
The two men nod and Hailey comes out of her sleepy haze at the sound of their friendâs name, looking up as the nurse smiles softly at them.
âSheâs out of surgery. Sheâs stable right now, but still in critical condition. Theyâre transporting her to the ICU. Me or another nurse will come find you when you can see her.â
The nurse is gone as quickly as she appeared and they all breathe out a sigh of relief, Adam leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and his head lowering in front of him. They can tell by the way his shoulders heave that heâs crying as he holds his hands over his face, sniffling quietly beside them.
Hailey pulls her hand from Jayâs arm and places it on Adamâs shoulder, squeezing gently and then the dam breaks. All the worry and the anger and the not knowing where Kim was or if she was even still alive leaving the officerâs body through every sob that rips through him.
âSounds like sheâs gonna be okay,â Hailey whispers, giving his shoulder another squeeze and running her hand across his back.
He lets it all out in the safe space between him and his friends, and then lifts his head, pulling at the neckline of his shirt to wipe at his face. He stands a moment later, wiping at his face again and sniffling back his tears, and turns to face Hailey and Jay.
âThank you,â Adam says quietly through teary eyes as he looks at Jay. âFor finding her, for getting her here as fast as you did, for all of it.â
Jay nods and then Adam looks at Hailey. âAnd thank you for making me go home. For pulling me back from the ledge. You were right.â
Hailey smiles softly at him, nodding slowly and knowingly, as Adam breathes out another deep sigh of relief.
âIâm gonna call the others, Kev and Trudy and Voight. Let them know,â Adam tells them and Jay doesnât miss the way Hailey flinches beside him at the mention of their Sergeantâs name.
He glances at her for a moment, but she doesnât look at him, refusing to meet his eyes, so he looks back at Adam and gives a short nod. âYou good man?â
âI will be. Sheâs out of surgery, still hanging on. Thatâs all that matters now,â Adam tells them. âItâs late. You guys go home and get some sleep. Kevâs with Makayla. Iâm not leaving here anytime soon.â
âYou sure man?â Jay asks, feeling Hailey stiffen beside him.
âYeah, Iâm sure. Iâll keep you guys updated.â
âWhen she wakes up, tell her we love her,â Hailey says quietly as her and Jay stand to their feet.
Adam assures them that he will with a small smile and a slow nod, and then they say their goodbyes. Hailey and Jay head out of the hospital, her hand never leaving his despite the way her body froze just moments ago and she holds onto him for near dear life in the same manner as when they first left her apartment.
When they arrive back at her place after another silent drive, Hailey kicks off her boots by the door and pulls off her jacket, tossing it over the back of the armchair as Jay does the same. She pulls her hair from its ponytail and tosses the hair tie on a side table, and when she turns to face him with tearful eyes he shakes his head at her.
Jay steps toward her slowly and looks directly at her, his eyes soft as always, but full of concern maybe more so than ever before. âWhat did he do Hailey?â
She lets out a deep breath and runs a hand through her hair. She knew she had given herself away in that damn alcove. Hearing Voightâs name had sent a chill through her as soon as sheâd heard it and she just reacted. Out of instinct or fear or anger, she canât be sure. She steps away from Jay and moves to the couch. She sits down and folds her legs up under her, resting her arms across her lap.
âHe found Roy,â Hailey spills out through trembling lips. âHe found him and he - â
She stops, shaking her head and keeping her eyes down at her hands as she picks at her nails, needing something else to focus on as she lays it all out.
Jay walks to the couch and sits down beside her, sitting sideways and facing her. He reaches an arm out toward her and rests a hand over her knee. âHailey, what happened?â
âHe gave me and Adam the locations for the knock and talks that were legit. He took the red flags. Adam had to take care of Makayla so I drove him to Kimâs apartment and went after Voight,â she speaks through a croaky voice as she looks up at him, having to force herself to do so despite the tears that pool in the corners of her eyes and blur her vision. âHe - he was beating him. H-he had him cuffed. We had words and fought, I pushed him back. I convinced him to bring Roy in, that we found Kim and it was the right thing to do.â
Jay stares back at her, blood boiling and his heart pounding. He already knows how the story ends. The hand that doesnât rest on Haileyâs knee shakes and he has to force himself not to ball it up in a fist out of anger for their Sergeant. He doesnât wanna scare Hailey, so he squeezes her knee again gently instead.
âWhat happened after that?â He asks carefully.
âVoight went to uncuff him and Roy reached for his gun. He was gonna sh-shoot him and I just - it was a good shoot. It was a good shoot, but no one knew we were there. No one knew Voight was there. He went off book and didnât call it in. He wouldnât let me call it in.â
âWhereâs Voight now?â
âI donât know. He told me to leave. To go home and I just - I came here. I - I donât - â sheâs shaking her head, tears falling from her eyes and her heart pounding in her chest, hands shaking.
âHey, this isnât on you,â Jay tells her immediately.
Hailey shakes her head again as she looks back at him. âI shot him. I killed him.â
âYou did that because he was reaching for a gun. Itâs completely justified.â
âBut I was trying to be better! I was trying to be good!â She cries out. âLike you. I wanted to be better. I wanted to do it the right way.â
Itâs him who shakes his head then, reaching for her shaking hands and holding them tightly between his, their knees touching as Hailey sniffles back more tears, but they just keep pouring out from her.
âYou did it the right way, Hailey. You did all of it right.â
âIâm scared Jay,â she whispers, itâs so quiet he barely even hears her. âWhat if something happens? What if this comes back on me? I donât wanna pull you into this. I donât want you caught up in it. Youâre too good.â
Heâs shaking his head again as he tugs on her hands and pulls her toward him. He leans back and lies down on the couch, bringing her down on top of him and wraps his arms around her. One hand moves along her back and the other cradles her head against his chest. Her entire body shakes against his, sobs racking through her small frame as she cries out against him and grips his shirt tightly in her fists.
âIâm sorry,â she cries out, her words muffled against his chest as her tears soak through the fabric of his shirt, but he just tightens his hold on her and shushes her.
âItâs not your fault. Weâll figure it out. Iâm right here and Iâm not going anywhere,â he promises with hushed words and soft touches. âYou hear me? Youâre not in this alone. Iâm not going anywhere.â
He holds her and reassures her until her sobs grow quiet and she hiccups through her tears as she lies on top of him, cradled between his legs and his arms. Their tight grips on one another donât loosen as they lie on the couch, just holding onto each other.
As time passes and her cries die down, he canât be sure if sheâs just keeping quiet out of fear or panic, or if sheâs cried herself to sleep. He runs a hand over the back of her head, his fingers weaving through her soft blonde hair. When he tilts his head to kiss her on the forehead, he notices her open eyes, red and puffy from the assault of tears and she blinks slowly as if sheâs afraid to sleep.
âLetâs get you to bed,â he whispers, kissing the top of her head again.
He pushes himself up with one arm into a sitting position as he keeps the other around Hailey and she clings to him, almost too scared to let him go.
âI promise you, Iâm not leaving,â he tells her again, his tone gentle, but firm as he brings a hand to the side of her face to look her in the eyes.
The sight heâs met with as he looks at her crushes him. Her teary eyes, blotchy face and trembling lips. He feels tears of his own form in his eyes at the way she sits all, but in his lap, looking completely deflated, unsure, just broken down and nothing like herself.
âCome on,â Jay coaxes softly.
He stands from the couch and pulls Hailey up to her feet, keeping an arm around her shoulders. She still clings to him, her arms snaking around his waist as he leads them toward the bedroom and he switches off the lights of the living room along the way. He brings her to the bed and sits her down, the look of nothing on her face gutting him. Sheâs completely shut down now. He helps her undress, stripping her down to just a t-shirt and underwear, and then tucks her into her side of the bed.
He dresses down quickly to just his boxers before rounding to the other side and crawling in beside her. She reaches for him within seconds, attaching her body to his and holding on tightly and relentlessly and he just holds her, shushing her again and kissing her hair, praying for sleep to come to her quickly so she can finally rest.
Itâs late as Jay lies in bed still awake, unable to settle his racing mind. Hailey sleeps beside him, breathing softly and snoring lightly from all of the crying and emotions of the last few hours, but even in her restful state she still doesnât let go of him.
He canât sleep. Canât stop thinking about what she had told him, what their Sergeant had done, and it makes his heart beat faster and the anger boil hotter as he glances down at Hailey. She doesnât deserve this.
He peels her hands from his body slowly and carefully so he doesnât wake her, and slips out of the bed. He pulls on his jeans and grabs a t-shirt, and then walks out of the bedroom. He heads for the kitchen and grabs a notepad and pen from the island to scrawl out a quick note for Hailey. He knows the chances of her waking up are high and he knows the thoughts sheâll have if she wakes up in bed alone with him nowhere to be found.
He creeps back into the bedroom and places the note on his pillow, then checks to make sure Hailey is still asleep before he walks out to the living room. He pulls on his jacket and his boots, grabs his phone and keys, and then he sneaks out of the apartment.
Itâs three in the morning, but he doesnât care as he rings the doorbell and takes a step back. He stuffs his shaking hands into the pockets of his jacket and stays planted on his feet where he stands, afraid if he takes the tiniest step forward he might start swinging the second the door opens and thatâs a mess that neither he nor Hailey can afford to handle right now.
When the door opens, his Sergeant doesnât seem too surprised to see him standing on his front porch, even at the late hour.
âWhat are you doing here Jay?â Voight asks gruffly.
Jay stares back at him for a single moment and then says, âIf this comes back on Hailey, in any way, Iâll bury you.â
His voice is completely calm, neutral, but thereâs a layer of ice in his words that even he doesnât think heâs ever used before with anyone let alone his boss.
Voight tenses his jaw, staring back at the man in front of him and very quietly, he says, âIt wonât.â
Jay shakes his head, shuffling on his feet. âYou donât know that, Hank. You donât know that! Look at what happened with Erin. With Al. When Ruzek got arrested. Everyone who gets close to you, who tries to help you, they take the fall. Not you. And Iâll be damned if I let that happen to Hailey. Youâre not gonna drag her down with you.â
His voice comes out cold, uncharacteristically menacing, and the look on his Sergeantâs face tells him his words have stuck and they have hurt and heâs a little proud of himself for it.
Jay throws another glare at the older man in front of him, shakes his head in disgust at him, and then turns around and walks back to his truck.
By the time he gets back to Haileyâs apartment, his hands have finally stopped shaking and his heartbeat has slowed. He creeps inside and closes the door behind him as softly as he can before turning the lock and taking off his boots and his jacket. He pulls his t-shirt over his head as he moves to the bedroom and slides off his jeans before he slips back into his side of the bed again.
Hailey reaches for him immediately, snuggling into his side and he wraps his arms around her as she drops her head to his shoulder. She breathes deeply against him and he can tell sheâs awake.
âYou saw my note?â
She nods against him as she moves an arm across his stomach and squeezes his side. âWhereâd you go?â
âI had to do something,â he says cryptically and she squeezes his side again. âHeâs not gonna pull you down with him.â
âPlease tell me you didnât hit him,â she says quietly, half-joking and worried.
âNot yet,â he tells her. âI just had some words for him.â
She doesnât say anything, just tilts her head up at him and kisses his neck just under his jawline. He tightens his arms around her shoulder and her waist, and rests his chin over her head.
âItâs gonna be okay, Hailey. Whatever happens, Iâm here. Iâm not going anywhere,â he tells her again. Hoping his words will stick so she can fall back to sleep easily enough.
She reaches for his hand at her waist, weaves their fingers together and squeezes, then whispers, âI love you.â
âI love you,â he tells her, dropping a kiss to her hair as she snuggles closer against him and lets out a deep breath against him.
âI thought I was gonna lose you,â she admits a moment later amongst the silence. âI think thatâs why I said what I said. The whole marriage thing.â
âYouâre never gonna lose me, Hailey,â he says, breathing in and out against her hair. âThat wonât ever happen.â
âI said it out of panic at first, but - but I do want it. I want that with you. I want everything with you,â she tells him and he squeezes her against him that much closer, smiling at her even though she canât see it.
âI want everything with you too,â he says. âExcept let me do the proposal okay? Iâll make it some big gesture with lots of planning and Iâll be a nervous wreck the entire time hoping youâll say yes.â
She shakes her head against him. âIâd say yes over takeout on the couch. Iâd say yes right now.â
âAs tempting as that is at the moment, itâll still be a surprise. And itâll be a happy one. One you wonât see coming.â
She lifts her head and stares at him, smiling a tiny grin at him in the darkness of her bedroom despite her aching body and worried thoughts, through dried tears and a blotchy face, and then she leans up as he leans down. Their lips meet in the middle, pressing against one another softly, slowly, surely.
Itâs an unspoken promise that is made in the safe space of her bedroom. Their bedroom. Their home. A promise of a future together filled with a proposal and a wedding and babies and everything in between. Itâs a promise of a lifetime together.
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Uhm yes hello aali it is me. Iâm not sure if I can participate but if I can may I have prompt #1 with Shigaraki or Bakugou if thatâs more comfortable for you. Hurt/Comfort if I may please. I would prefer fluffy ending but I am more than okay with some good angst.
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tomura shigaraki x gn!reader.
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⥠prompt #1  â ââŠbut you promised meâŠâ
⥠genre: everyone, fluff + angst.
⥠word count: 773
⥠warnings: violence, mass casualties
⥠authorâs notes: thank you for requesting big bro! :( never written for shiggy before so i really hope you like it aaaa i love u !!
shigaraki promised himself that he would never be the reason that you cried. your innocent soul had been through too much in too little time and pain was something that he would never want to cause you. like him, the world of heroes had abandoned you in a time that you needed them mostâ deemed useless by hero society, yourself and shigaraki had found something within each other, something that needed to be protected. and although your isolation from society had caused you both to find one another, shiggy could see clear as day that you were better than him in so many ways.
you never changed your morals, youâd never hurt a fly to get what you want and the villain sometimes wished he could have that. you were a light amongst his dark clouds, one to guide him and be preserved.
so to see your light flicker for the first time, because of him? it broke shigaraki to pieces.
âbut you promised me,â comes your shaky voice from across the room where youâve bundled yourself up in the corner. in the background, a news report flashes across the screen, recounting the number of fatalities, the number of injured, lost and missing. the digits go up as the seconds tik by and you still refuse to look at him. believe it or not, it breaks the villainâs heart to have you so far away from himâ even if he could cross the room to you in three short strides but you wouldnât even look at him, nor give him the time of day. like you were ashamed of what he was in that very moment. âyou promised me that noââ you hiccup, finally looking up with a red tint to your usually sparkling eyes before gesturing toward the news report. âthat no children would be involved in thisâŠâ
a pungent and heavy silence sits between the both of you as shigaraki ponders his next words. âi didnât know that this would happen, ynââ his scratchy voice is hushed as the news report cycles through again. the numbers of casualties much higher this time round. it had been a simple mission with a clear objective, shigaraki planned to meet with a weapons contact in an open locationâ a park. heâd taken dabi and toga along in case anything happened but when the contact grew aggressive, tomura took a shot and dabi lost control of his flamesâ resulting in a massive showdown and a major loss of life.
âdonât lie to me tomura!â your eyes are fiery as you speak, body trembling with a bout of unsettled hurt and rage. âyou took the shot in a park, with familiesâŠinnocent children thrown into the mix and now look!â the way you talk brings a hoarseness to your throat that burns from the inside out with pain. âtheyâre lost, hurt and scared because of something that you didâŠâ
and there it was, the difference between you both, at times your villain lover was absorbed by his blinding rage to take down the heroes but you often brought him back, grounded him and showed him the limits. however, he remains silent as you unleash your emotions out on him, unable to console you. âi canât help but think, what if those were our children? what if something happened to our little onesâŠâ
âour...kidsâŠ?â tomura can hardly believe the words that you speak, a family was something that you wanted with him and the two of you rarely discussed your future in fear that something may happen to either one of you.
you nod, a quiet sniffle breaking the tension. âtomura, i want so many things with you...and i couldnât ever ask you to change your life for me but, stuff like this, it scares me...losing you and anything that we have scares me.â
within an instant, your lover is right by your side, arms wrapping around you and pulling you into his chest. shigaraki is hesitant with his fingers as he holds you, pressing your foreheads to one anotherâs as your gazes lock. âi donât want you to be afraid of us, pet, i made you a promise that i broke and it spooked you,â he hums, wiping the warm tears from your wet cheeks. âbut iâd be crazy to break fit again if it meant hurting you like this. i will give you the future that you deserveââ
âthat you and i deserve, tomura.â you cut in gently, nosing his nose with your own.
the villain smiles, wondering how he got so lucky. âright, you and i,â
âpromise me?â
âi promise you, pet.â
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The ways I love you (Matsukawa x reader)
A/N: I love Mattsun so much. I think out of all the characters, heâs the one Iâd most likely end up actually dating, not to mention time-skip mattsun is a whole nother conversation. anyway I hope you enjoy, I just really love him.
Pairing: Matsukawa x Reader (gn pronouns but references to reader being able to be pregnant)
Word Count: 2.8k
Warnings: Mentions of 18+ activity as a joke, spoilers for s2 (spring preliminaries), me not proof reading, me not knowing how to describe coming down from your tiptoes
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Matsukawa liked to think he was observant both on and off the volleyball court. But as he watches you laugh from afar, head thrown back, holding onto your friends shoulder for balance, he canât help but think, how did he not notice you before? It was enough to stop him in his tracks, unconsciously tuning out the sounds around him, blatantly staring at you as you continue to talk to your friends, a wide grin on your face as you gesture wildly, pausing every so often to laugh at the story you were telling. It took Hanamaki walking in front of him, blocking his view of you, for him to come back to his senses. He heard Hanamaki calling his name, waving a hand in front of his face.
âHey earth to Mattsun, you okay bro?â He nodded in response, still thinking about your laugh, he wanted to know what you were talking about. He wanted to know your name. Hanamaki turns to look at where Matsukawa was focused so intently on before, grin breaking out when he saw your group. âAhh, so thatâs whatâs got your attention? And which one was so lucky to literally stop you in your tracks?â He rolled his eyes in response to Hanamakiâs teasing, when Iwaizumi appeared next to him, raising an eyebrow at Matsukawa. âWhatâre you talking about?â Hanamaki is happy to fill the spiker in, and Matsukawa returns his gaze to your group again, before furrowing his eyebrows.
He watched Oikawa saunter up to your group, he must have called your name since you turned to face him, eyebrow raised. The setter says something that causes you to roll your eyes, hands on your hips and you respond, teasing smile evident. In true Oikawa fashion, he responds by pouting dramatically before scanning the courtyard, face lighting up when he spots his group of friends. He grabs your wrist, you wave to your friends before following and Matsukawaâs eyes widen when he realizes Oikawa is bringing you over to them. Did Oikawa see him staring? Were you somehow dating the setter? Matsukawa wracks his brain for any memories on a new fling when you two finally reach the group.
âIwa-chan! (Y/N)-chan still wonât agree to being the manager! Wonât you convince them?â Oikawa says dramatically, letting go of your wrist in favor of attempting to lean on Iwaizumi, who promptly shoves him off, rolling his eyes. âAnd why would I do that? I donât want to subject them to dealing with you anymore than they have to already.â You laugh at Iwaizumiâs insult as Oikawa cries out in offense. (Y/N), Matsukawa repeats your name in his head, wanting to commit it to memory. Though all thoughts immediately halt at the sound of your voice.
âI never said I wouldnât, I just asked how you were gonna make it worth my while?â Your voice had a teasing lilt to it as you raised your eyebrows in anticipation of the setters response. Iwaizumi rolls his eyes again, grumbling about you egging him on. Oikawa brightens up, a flirty smile adorned as he leans closer to you, eyebrows wiggling up and down. âI know exactly what can make it worth your while.â You throw your head back, loud cackles of laughter filling the air, Hanamaki and Matsukawa chuckle as Oikawa pouts, crossing his arms childishly. After a few moments your laughter dies down, you make a show of wiping tears from your eyes before smiling. âAlright, just because Iâll get to more chances to make fun of you, Iâll do it.â Oikawa seems to ponder being excited or offended by your agreement, choosing the former and hugging you while Iwaizumi pinches the bridge of his nose in exasperation. Thankfully Hanamaki says what was on both of their minds.
âSoo, are you guys like dating or something?â He tries to be casual, eyebrow raised when Iwaizumi snorts, âI can tell you there is no chance of that happening, ever.â Oikawa sputters as you nod, nose scrunched in disgust.
âLet me put it this way,â you pause, thinking before your lips raise into a sly grin. âI would rather be spit roasted by the coaches of Shiratorizawa and Nekoma before Iâd hold hands with Tooru romantically.â
Oikawa jaw drops as the rest of them crack up at your words. â(Y/N)-chan! You have to be spending too much time with Iwa, you didnât used to be this mean!â You roll your eyes playfully before turning to the duo to clarify.
âIn all seriousness, I used to live in the same neighborhood as Tooru and Iwa when we were kids, we went to school together up until middle school, when I moved to Fukushima, but Iâm back now! And I gotta make up for all the time I missed preventing him from getting a big head, obviously Iwa hasnât been doing his job.â Said ace narrows his eyes at you, grumbling before Oikawa cuts him off. âIt was horrible not having you here (Y/N)-chan! Weâre never going to let you leave again!â You smile softly at his admission, and Matsukawa wonders if heâs sick, why else would he be sweating in the middle of November?
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Months later Matsukawa realizes that he wasnât sick on that chilly November day in his first year, he was, much like now, infatuated with you. While he wasnât sure exactly what his feelings for you were, he knew he had it bad. Ever since he noticed you, he started seeing you everywhere. In the hallway, when he was glancing out the window during class, anywhere he was, his eyes always found their way to your form. It didnât help that Oikawa stuck to his promise, and you became an integral part of their group. He was seeing you at all times of day, even when he closed his eyes at night, images of you, laughing and smiling softly, danced behind his eyelids.
And of course, it did not go unnoticed. Hanamaki was, unsurprisingly, the first to find out. Now whenever he caught Matsukawa staring at you, heâd grin amusedly at the middle blocker, wiggling his eyebrows. Iwaizumi was even seeming to catch on, a knowing look on his face, small grin present whenever Matsukawa would flush slightly after contact with you, whether it was a seemingly innocent hug between friends, or you hanging off his arm dramatically while teasing Oikawa. Speaking of the setter, he was, without a doubt, the last person Matsukawa wanted to find out about his, whatever they are, feelings for you. But he hid it well, only a few moments of weakness compared to all the other times he kept it together around you, however hard it was.
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It was in his third year that Matsukawa was able to name his feelings for you, love. Love in the way his heart skips a beat whenever you laugh, in the way his hand twitches to lace his fingers through yours, in the way he canât imagine not seeing you every day, in the way he fantasizes about a life with you; seeing you first thing in the morning, slow dancing in the kitchen to a song no one can hear but you two. He no longer hid it well, openly gazing at you with a fondness anyone could see was only for you. It seemed the whole world knew of his feelings, except you.
Oikawa found out about 6 months after you returned, the setter vowing to keep it a secret, saying something about letting fate bring the two of you together. Matsukawa no longer tried to hide it, though he wasnât going to confess anytime soon, he wasnât above shameless flirting, lingering touches pairing with his love-stricken gaze. Either you were the most oblivious person ever, or you knew but elected to stay silent. He wasnât sure which he preferred.
It all came to a head the day they lost their chance at nationals.
The loss to Karasuno was hard on everyone, the third years especially. After Coach Irihata talked to the players, you step forward, getting their attention. Unshed tears shining in your eyes you smile sadly at the team. âIâm not a coach, and obviously not a player, so I know my words donât hold as much value as they would if I was. But I donât care. I am so proud of all of you. You worked so hard to get here, and even though the outcome wasnât what we hoped for, I donât want anyone blaming themselves, not a single one of you. You gave it your all, and I want you to be proud of that. Iâm obviously not planning on being a motivational speaker after we graduate, but you get the idea.â A few of the players chucked, and more of them looked tearful than when you started.
For a moment you worry your words did more harm than good, until Iwaizumi steps forward, enveloping you in a hug. You let out a strangled cry/laugh when Oikawa follows his lead, the other third years joining and eventually the whole team, and you smile despite the tears running hotly down your cheeks. Over the 3 years youâve been manager you have come to love and be loved by the team. As the group hug disperses to pack up for the bus ride home, you and the other third years linger, sharing bittersweet smiles.
The bus ride home is silent. The loss having drained the energy from the team, as many of the players are sleeping. You sit next to Matsukawa, head resting on his shoulder. As you start to drift off you slip your hand into his, sighing contentedly before succumbing to sleep. He looks down at your sleeping form, squeezing your hand as he smiles sadly. The day before he had briefly entertained the idea of confessing if they win nationals, but now, especially after your speech, he knows he canât wait.
He gently shakes you awake when the bus arrives at the school, his heart stutters when you blearily look up at him, a tired smile gracing your features. He doesnât let go of your hand when the two of you disembark, the first years telling you to go home when you try to help put stuff away. You tear up again, in appreciation for your underclassmen, looking up when Matsukawa squeezes your conjoined hands. He smiles and tugs you along, waving goodbye to the team before the two of you join Hanamaki and walk to the train station.
The train ride is peaceful, Hanamaki and Matsukawa talking quietly while you resume your place next to the latter, leaning into his side. You wave when Hanamaki gets off, and you sit in comfortable silence until your stop comes up. You look at Matsukawa, confused, when he gets off the train with you, He tugs you forward. âCâmon, Iâll walk you home.â You try to ignore the butterflies in your gut and the heat in your face as you nod.
A few blocks from your house he stops under a streetlight, gently pulling you in front of him. Your eyebrows furrow as you search his face for any tell for his actions. You donât know what to make of what you find instead, blush deepening when he takes a step closer and cups your cheek with the hand not occupied with your own. â(Y/N),â He sighs, and you think it sounds the prettiest when it comes from his lips. âOriginally I wasnât planning on ever telling you, and I thought about doing it at nationals,â He pauses, and you nuzzle into his hand, shifting your other hand to intertwine with his, a quick squeeze urges him to continue. âbut since thatâs not going to happen, now seems as good a time as any.â He takes a deep breath, taking another step forward, now toe to toe with you.
âIâm in love with you, have been for who knows how long. Well, I guess I do.â He huffed a laugh, âProbably since first year honestly. I remember the first time I saw you, I literally stopped in my tracks you were so beautiful. God, I sound so lame.â You laugh with him this time, tightening your grip on his hand. He clears his throat before continuing. âI know we havenât really discussed our plans after graduation, but I wanted you to know, just in case there was some possibility. And when I say I love you, I mean it. I love you in the wake up next to you every morning and make you breakfast kinda way. The buy a cat together kinda way. And I understand if you donât feel the same, I donât want you to feel pressured, I just couldnât not tell you, ya know? I think it would eat at me for the rest of my life if I didnât.â He wasnât looking at you anymore, choosing to look at your joined hands instead. Your free hand comes up to cover the one on your cheek, and he looks up to meet your gaze.
He wasnât expecting the shine of unshed tears or the tender look on your face. You smile, and his heart does the little back flip it does whenever you direct one at him, but thereâs something different about this smile, it holds unspoken promises behind it, ones he wants so desperately to hear come tumbling from your lips. âIssei,â You breath, and he shudders slightly hearing you say his name with so much emotion. âI love you too. I love you in the wake up next to you every morning smiling even though you have the worst morning breath,â He snorts and your smile grows as you continue, âI love you in the adopting two cats together kinda way, because we didnât want it to be lonely when weâre away. I have loved you since the day you told Tooru you were my baby daddy,â You laughed brightly as you recall the memory, the horror on Oikawaâs face when Matsukawa went along with the prank.
âYou fell into the role so effortlessly, and yet I never regretted a prank more, because after feeling you pull me against your chest, wrapping an arm around my waist for the day, I was hooked. Constantly thinking of ways I could touch you again.â Your face was a deeper shade of pink, bordering on red, and Matsukawa smiled as he recalled the memory, and how you were more touchy afterwards.
You turn your head, softly kissing the palm of his hand, eyelashes tickling his fingers. Your hand moves to lightly grasp his wrist when his hand moves to your neck, resting on the side for a moment before cupping the back of your head as he leaned down slowly, committing the sight of you; eyes fluttered closed, lips slightly parted, to memory. Impatient, you push yourself upward on your toes, closing the small space between you as your lips finally meet.
You untangle your hand from his, moving to bring both upwards, over his chest and around his neck as you tilt your head slightly, deepening the kiss. His hand tangles into your hair and his other hand moves to settle on the small of your back, bringing you closer as your lips move against each other slowly, pouring years of love and pining into the kiss, savoring the feel of the other. After what feels like forever, you part, panting slightly, out of breath. You rest your weight back on the balls of your feet, smiling as Matsukawa follows you, bending down to rest his forehead against yours. You close your eyes for a moment, processing what just happened, and what it means for the future.
You open your eyes as he kisses you again, this time shorter, but no less sweet. You have a dopey smile on your face when he pulls away, standing to his full height. He untangles his hand from your hair, running his fingers through it for good measure and takes your hand, which had fallen back to your sides, before nodding in the direction of your house. âCâmon, I said Iâd walk you home, and weâll be here all night if we have it your way.â He teases at the pout on your features when he pulls you along the street.Â
You turn to him once you reach your steps, hesitant to leave. His hand cups your cheek again, directing your attention back to his face. âHey, whatâs wrong? You look like Iâm gonna disappear if you leave.â You bite your lip slightly instead of answering, though he can see it in your eyes. He smiles softly and pulls you into a hug. âIâll see you tomorrow, I promise. Iâm not going to miss out on a chance to rub it in Makkiâs face that I got a girlfriend before him.â You laugh lightly into his chest, heart swelling at the word. You breath in the scent of his cologne, squeezing your interlaced hands before stepping back,
âOkay, tomorrow. Iâll see you tomorrow.â He grins at the obvious reluctance present on your features. He lands a quick peck on your cheek, ruffling your hair. He waits until you close the door behind you before leaving. He checks his phone as he walks, cursing as he realizes he only has a few minutes until the last train of the night departs.
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