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#also I know I said it before but Iâm genuinely so thankful for everyone on here who pulled me aside and messaged me when I was being delulu#đ#like thats how i know it was bad that a buncha strangers had to tell me that this man hated me lol#i wasted almost 2 years of my life waiting around and I feel stupid#but im also so glad to feel moved onto a new chapter#thoughts
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"The Sunset is Beautiful Isn't It?" pt. 2
The saying above is a beautiful way to bid someone farewell without having to say goodbye and I think it perfectly fits saying goodbye to our LaD Men because we can't keep hurting them. Someone has to end it. In first person p.o.v because it's you.
Goodbye Xavier
Your POV
Queen of Philos. I've glimpsed into a past that is yet to happen. My future is Xavier's past. No wonder he's had so many identities while here on earth. Lumiere, Evol policeman it's all adding up.
She's so tired .... or I'm so tired .... I don't know .... I'm so confused. I can feel her sorrow waiting for him. Wishing her 'Star' would come home. The weight of a sorrow I have yet to experience and my own sorrow of knowing Xavier's planet is dying because he's here trying to change my future.
I'm so stupid, but part of me couldn't believe that he'd be a time traveler. The idea was ridiculous yet here I am looking at my own future in another life. Nothing is impossible.
Except this pipeline dream Xavier has of trying to save me. That's ridiculous. I've disappeared on Philos, but I can feel her sorrow still wherever she is....wherever I am? Whatever.
I stare down at a freshly napped Xavier snuggled in my lap. Those eyes gaze at me with pure happiness & love. Then he smiles; that smile is what kills a piece of my soul every time it graces his lips. I can't protect that smile. It hurts to look at him now. I love him so much and I don't regret falling in love with him, but falling in love is just that....
Falling.
We're bound to break. This isn't a movie we don't get that happily ever after.
It was a valiant effort, but wasted energy. There's no rewriting the stars. I can't have him and he can't have me. "What are you thinking about?" Xavier's soft voice pulls me from my internal dilemma.
I shake my head and let a small smile pull at my lips as I lean down and place a soft kiss on his lips. "Nothing" I whisper before diving back in wanting to stay like this, but knowing we can't.
"Oh look at that" He directs his gaze in the same direction that I'm looking right out the living room window. "The sunset is beautiful isn't it?" He simply nods before pulling me back into a passionate kiss. I'll enjoy him one last time because after tonight. We can never meet again.
Xavier's POV
She was gone. I woke up alone in her bed with just her hunter watch in my hand. Panic immediately set in as I scrambled out of bed searching her apartment for her. The only thing missing was a few clothes and her favorite duffle.
"I have to find her" I told myself as I searched day and night for her. I contacted every single one of her coworkers, but none of them had heard from her.
That was almost a year ago and this is my last spring on earth. How does one simply disappear in such a way? I wish I could see her one last time, but wherever she's gone she doesn't want to be found. My little star has left me this time.
Goodbye Sylus
"Where are you going?" His deep timbre voice sends shivers down my spine. My hand froze on the front door handle. I didn't think catch me leaving while in the middle of his usual sleep schedule. I spin around mustering up a tight smile "What are you doing up?" I asked trying to steer the conversation is a different direction.
His red eyes narrowed as he studies me "Where. Are. You. Going?" He added emphasis on each word as he approached me, crowding my space. He pressed his hands against the door trapping me between him and my only exit. My mouth was suddenly dry as he stared down at me.
"I need to go back to my place for a few things"
"Since when do you pack up your clothes here for a quick trip to Linkon?" He tilted his chin towards the duffle in my hand. My mind went blank as I saw his eye begin to glow.
"Okay okay! Sylus I love you .... I do, but I keep having these flashbacks or maybe it's the future I don't know, but every time it ends with me stabbing you in the chest" He eyes me before dropping his gaze to our feet exhaling sharply. "Right in your heart" A single tear slips from my eye as my voice cracks.
"Is that why you have this scar on your chest?" I asked pressing my hand to his chest. "Is that why you're so sensitive here?" He turns his head away as he releases a shaky breath. "I told you it's not a big deal"
"It is a big deal and whatever we're doing here is going to end in tragedy and I can't live with the constant reminder that I'm going to hurt you" His head snaps back up so fast I flinch and my blood runs cold with the intense stare he's giving me. "What are you saying?"
He stands tall and crosses his arms over his chest finally giving me space to breathe. I take a deep breath before responding "I'm leaving"
"Like hell you are"
"This isn't up for discussion" I turn my back to him and yank the door open desperate for fresh air. Before closing it behind me I spare him a glance over my shoulder "Don't look for me .... please"
Sylus' POV
If this kitten thinks she can hide from me. She's sadly mistaken. The chase is just getting started. I'll find you no matter where you go. Our red string of fate that ties us together can't be severed that easily. We're endgame sweetie.
Zayne & Rafayel here....
#love and deepspace#sylus love and deepspace#sylus#lnds sylus#love and deepspace sylus#lads#lads xavier#lads x you#lnds xavier#lnds x reader#xavier love and deepspace#nikaaaaimagine
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Out of the rain (pt. 2 of 3)
Jakku had become the refuge of a group of scattered supporters of the defeated galactic empire. But the one who dreamed the fiercest of their triumphant return, that one wasn't an officer, but the little boy, who hated the sun even more than he had hated the rain back home.
No matter how often his father yelled at him that "it isn't even that hot", the sun didn't agree with Armitage and Armitage didn't agree with sun being allowed to be so bright and piercing. He wasnât even sweating, the heat wasnât the problem at all. It was the brightness, that made his eyes and skin hurt.
Armitage missed his old hat with the wide brim. It had been his favorite color, too, even if the flowers had indeed been a bit girly.
Brendol's solution was in line with the rest of his parenting: Put a paperbag on the boy's head, so that he'd be "protected" from the sun. What had sounded kind at first to the three year old, turned out to be a lesson for him.
Now the boy's head was overheating even more. There was no winning against Brendol Hux, it seemed. It was either dripping sweat and breathing getting difficult with the bag on, or burning exposed to the sun. Torture either way.
And so Armitage sat under a tree that offered a modicum of shade, effectively blinded, while around him life went on. The seconds were ticking away, building up to minutes and hours. Armitage heard the other children at play, heard them laugh and the adults chat. Only he wasn't included, only his life got wasted away.
Only he... had the patience to wait for a cloud to cover the sun. If that moment came, the boy knew exactly what he'd do.
Alright. Almost time... Now.
Mission objective: Play in outside Secret mission objective: Secure survival gear from the enemy
Armitage: "Hello..."
Sandro: "Argh! You startled me!"
Armitage: "Do you know who I am?"
Sandro winced. The tone this other boy has asked his question in had been anything but childlike. In fact, it conjured the image of a janitor or librarian or a similarly vile creature. This boy was not Sandro's friend, and he hadn't approached to build a sandcastle together. That much Sandro understood.
Armitage: "I'm imperial scum! Wanted in the WHOLE New Republic! With a bounty on my head!"
Sandro: "Liar! You don't have anything on your head!"
Alright, that did it. Had little Armitage harbored a thimble full of guilt for what he was about to do, that vanished in the tiny desert breeze now. Nothing on his head?! How dared that little shit make fun of him like this?!
And all that stupid breeze, that he had hoped for, was doing now was making the sweaty boy feel chilly all of a sudden. Armitage stepped closer to the other boy and inhaled sharply...
Armitage: *A-choo!*
Armitage: âGive me your cap!"
Sandro: "Huh? But that's MY cap. For the sun."
Armitage: "That's why."
Sandro: "Please don't?"
Armitage: "HAT! NOW! Or Iâll sneeze at you again!"
Sandro: âNobody can sneeze on demand...â
When Armitage found his father again, the man immediately realized that the boy had been in a fight. He was limping a bit, but didnât seem to have bitten out more than he could chew, so it was alright.
Brendol: "There you are. Finally left your tree and decided to do some living? For real, am I raising a boy or a squirrel here? - Wait, where'd you get this cap?"
Armitage: "Spoil of war."
Brendol: "The sun isn't even out right now thatâd youâd need âprotectionâ. What's wrong with you?!"
Armitage: "Bet he peed his pants!"
Brendol: "The boy you took the cap from? Was it a local kid? They come only in two variants: Feral orphans, that would have eaten you alive, or pampered upscale brats that still wear diapers. He peed his diapers!"
Armitage: "Hahaha! Ew! Hahaha!"
Armitage: "Up there! To the gun!"
Brendol: "Alright, pilot, let's get you into your cockpit."
Armitage: "Pew! Pew!"
Now that both the rain and the sun bothered him no longer, all kinds of processes started up in the boy's brain. He saw not just the imaginary foes that he had to battle down, but besides his daydream world now also acknowledged the real one, that he could touch and manipulate.
If, for example, he tied a string to this gun, and yanked the handlebar real hard, then a second gun tied to the same rope might copy that movement and also fire at the enemy! But that tactical advantage Armitage wouldn't share with his father. It had been his very own idea, that he would protect.
The knowledge that his son, in Brendol's perception, wasn't a completely lost cause, didn't weigh lightly on the man's heart. Any random local kid of "variant 1" would have made a better heir.
His elders (not just Brendol, for most of the other new aunties and uncles were just as bad as him) giving more attention to random passerby than to a fellow imperial scum who was wanted in all systems wasnât lost to the boy. He couldnât understand why, and that inability to understand the world made his situation even worse.
Wren: "You crying, youngling?"
Armitage: "No?"
Wren: "But your eyes are wet."
Armitage: "It's the sun again."
Wren shrugged and let the matter rest. That other imperial - Rax, was it? Did they all end in -x? - had talked to him rather seriously. Maybe there was money to be made here, either by working for the imps or by selling them out to the bounty hunters. In either case getting on the empireâs wrong foot by calling one of their younglings a liar wasn't a smart move.
As for Armitage, to this day he couldnât tell whether he had been lying or told the truth.
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Misfortune Chapter 2
I did not want to get up, but I had to pay bills to have a place to live.
I stripped off the pajamas and headed for the shower. I cringe as I look around the disgusting, stain-covered shower walls. Of course, that supposed wife I should have would have it cleaned up yesterday before bed.  Too bad for me, then. Maybe I'll try to clean it after work if I'm up for it. I still go into the shower, for I need to be clean and fresh to initiate my plan on that tramp. She needs to learn her lesson.
A woman is not qualified to work, nor should she steal a promotion that is rightfully mine. All of my coworkers think so, too. They will back me up and help with the plan to sabotage the little wench. She will mismanage and be ineffective. Either way, the company will shorten an employee by one month.
ONE MONTH LATER
It is inconceivable that I got fired. HR claims that it was under harassment, workplace bullying, and somehow embezzlement. I will never know how they found out about me sneaking amounts of company money into my bank account. All I know is that I must pay compensation for all I did to impact the company negatively.
My colleagues can go to hell. They did not help once during my endeavor to get rid of that harpy for stealing my promotion. That hussy brainwashed them into believing she was more qualified for the job than I am so they could backstab me in the worst possible way. I thought they would have my back, but I have a toxic personality.
What am I going to do now? I had to empty my account to pay them all back. I hoped to retire early with all the money I squandered over the years.  I don't believe it is my fault that they were too stupid to think of it. Those morons should be thanking me for showing them how easy it was.
They must be in a cult or an alien race to treat me like this. I mean, why was I fired and not the stupid hussy? It just makes no sense. She can't do her job, and I don't care what everyone else believes. She is not competent enough to take on those responsibilities. No female can do a man's job in this working world. It is just not possible.
Let's see if I can find a fast way to get money and, hopefully, authority over those beneath me. It is a good thing that I am so incredible that companies will start begging me to join their team. Maybe even be head of a vital department. After that, I will brown-nose my way through the higher-ups to become the next CEO of the company.
"Just you wait, world. Baethan Roberts will be on top and a trillionaire." I said in determination. I will do anything to make all my dreams and desires a reality.
A flier instantly hits me in the face. I pull it off and grumble at how unfair the wind is for letting trash blow into my face. I was about to throw it back on the ground where it belonged, but a phrase caught my eye. Something about dreams coming true: I took a better look at it.
"Feel Like Your Life Is Going Nowhere. Call This Number, And All Your Dreams Will Come True In An Instant." It reads. Maybe this is the answer I was looking for. I stick the flier in my pocket and rush home. I know that this will turn my life around. Maybe whoever I call will get me out of this mess.
I finally got home to the almost condemned apartment. I pulled out the flier and my phone. As I looked at the number on the flier, I entered it and waited. It starts ringing, and I can already feel my breath caught in my throat. I hope that this will answer all my prayers.
"Hello, Making Dreams come true one day at a time. My name is Plutus. How can I help you?" I hear a male voice on the other end. He sounds very customer-friendly and ready to help out however he can.
"Hi; my name is Baethan Roberts, and I saw your flier. It says to call this number, and you will make all my dreams come true. Is that right?" I said with a very questioning tone in my voice. I refuse to waste my time on false advertising.
"Indeed I can and will." He says as he somehow is right behind me in the apartment. I whip around to see an older man who looks like he is in his sixties. His white suit is clean as freshly fallen snow, with a black tie to help add some color. Dust surrounds him, threatening to dirty the clean suit, yet it disappears and remains pristine. His slicked-back hair is crisp white, yet he has no product to keep it back. The eyes in his head were such a rich shade of gold that one could think that gold coins were his eyes.Â
"Who are you? And how did you get in here?" I ask, looking around, believing I would have noticed my door opening or someone coming in.
"To answer your first question, if you paid attention to my greeting, you would know that my name is Plutus."Â The voice that comes out of his mouth is raspy while using so much airânothing like how he answered the phone earlier.
"To the second question, I came in through your fire escape. You left the window open." I looked over, and sure enough, I did leave it open.
"Okay, makes sense. So why are you here anyway?" I ask in confusion.
"You must not have an excellent memory, boy. Remember that you called me here to 'make your dreams come true." He states matter of factly. I can already tell I do not like this guy. I am not a moron. Everyone else is a moron, even this old geezer before me. I donât care if he looks like a younger version of Kernel Sanders. He is supposed to serve me, not mock me.
"Okay, I want to speak to your manager. You are terrible at customer service." I said in annoyance.
"Sorry, but I am the highest authority." He says with a lot of smug in his voice.
"Well, you are not very good at your job?" I said with conviction.
"I guess you don't want your dreams to come true then if you are going to be like this."Â He says as he is getting ready to leave.
"Okay, fine. What do I have to do to get this over with already?" I said in annoyance that I have to humble myself to this servant.
"All you have to do is sign this contract here," Plutus says as he pulls a sheet of paper from out of nowhere. He hands me a quill of a peacock feather. It must be some fancy-looking pen.
I write my name on the dotted line in what appears to be red ink. Then, the man in white pulled out a needle.
"To seal this deal, I need a small DNA sample." He says and proceeds to prick my finger with the needle. It stung, and he squeezed my finger to get a drop of my blood onto the paper. This deal is by far the weirdest I have participated in.
"Now, in the next few minutes, you will fall asleep. When you wake up again, you will live your best dream." Plutus says and blows what I hope is dust in my face.
I cough a little and look around, seeing I am alone in my shabby apartment again. That is just great. I was hallucinating the whole thing. I had a long day. Maybe a nap would help me relax a bit. It has been a tiresome day, after all. It will do wonders for my brain to rest well before I figure out how to get money again.
I head over to my pathetic-looking bed and lay down on it. I can already feel myself falling asleep before my head hits the pillow. I am sucked deep into the abyss of my subconscious that I can no longer tell what reality is.
Read more of this:
Misfortune: original
Misfortune Chapter 1
Misfortune Chapter 3
Misfortune Chapter 4
Misfortune Chapter 5
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EatToD chapters 4 & 5
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Chapter 4
His hand lowered to my hips, moving over my skin to gently caress and lull me into a dreamless sleep.
Chapter 4 summary: Avery takes Liz to this really large house, and explains that the boys used to live there with Sophia. He then randomly explains that after Hunterâs parents were murdered, there was a bid by the local paparazzi to get a picture of him crying that he couldnât properly grieve for 2 years. It was only after Averyâs baby mama was murdered that Hunter finally broke down.Â
Avery then tells Liz the horrific details of the night his wife/girlfriend was brutally attacked by werewolves, which resulted in her death later that night.Â
They then check into a hotel, where Liz demands why Avery acts the way he does. He starts in on this long-winded metaphor about the power of holding a sniper rifle, and how he almost killed Liz that one time. Thatâs itâs difficult for him to now allow other people into his life.Â
Liz then starts ordering him around. He gets her off with his mouth, and then they finally bang for the first time.Â
Chapter 5
The night before we were going to leave, James met us at the house.
Weâre roughly at the halfway point. There is literally only one thing that I actually want to see right now, and itâs Liz finally putting Garrett down like the rabid dog he is.Â
Halfway through this stupid book.Â
And donât get me wrong, because itâs nice that the author has finally kicked the spice up a notch. But right now, itâs kind of frustrating how much time has been wasted on that rather than the actual plot.Â
âWhereâs Traitor?â Riley had basically taken ownership of my cat.
 âTraitor? Sheâs around here somewhere.â
 âHe is?â I looked around, realizing that she must have come in Rileyâs purse. Like always. She spoiled Traitor rotten, but I actually liked it, because she was taking care of her when I was distracted with everything else that had been going on. I called out for her, searching through the room.Â
I literally forgot about this cat.Â
In my defence, Iâm pretty sure the author did, too.Â
âWhat if, â I was almost afraid to ask it. âWhat if he didnât marry her, and heâs waited for me this whole time?â My heart pounded in my chest. âHe would feel betrayed if I came back with all you guys and I didnât even give him a chance.â
Yes, sit down and explain to your harem that they might be getting a werewolf brother-husband soon.Â
But my main problem is that thereâs too many âwhat ifsâ right now. They wonât know whatâs going on with the Aaron situation until probably after they deal with Garrett.Â
I looked into the mirror, noting that my face was flushed and my chest was moving in and out in raggedy breaths.
Chapter 5 summary: The next night, Riley comes over so that they can spend some time together before they set off for their mission. Riley also promises to visit them in the States once everything has been settled.Â
They get onto the plane to head off to the USA in the morning. On the plane, Liz tells them about how sheâd like to fold Aaron into her harem⊠If heâs even willing to do such a thing. However, before she even broaches the topic with Aaron, she obviously wants their permission. All of the boys are down, so long as they can still have Lizzy, too. However, James is beyond rude about the entire thing, and he wonders why sheâd want yet another guy. Which I suppose is kind of fair, but heâs being an ass about it.Â
Lizzy is kind of upset, and gets up to use the toilet. James follows her in, and asks her why she lay claim to him, yet hasnât exactly been including him in things. However, sheâs also quick to call him out on his macho bullshit.Â
He starts kissing her, and telling her how good itâll feel, etc etc. But before she can make up her mind, he walks away.Â
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The Photoshoot (Part 38)
Cillian Murphy
Series Master List 2014 , 2015
A/N: the scene with Mom is inspired by a lovely chat I had with @prettylittlehoneyeyesxoxo đ„° thank you for the inspiration!
đ The scene mentioned is not part of the movie, but I imagined it could be part of a scene that never got released⊠and the hamburger part was inspired by the photos I added đ also be careful when you drive, my mum and I almost got sandwiched between 2 cars 3 times in a row one dayâŠ
Yael was waiting impatiently with her laptop and Skype ready, feeling like a teenage girl one more time.
Cillian had been completely focused on his role as Josef Gabcik, finally getting into his character mindset. Traveling to Prague helped him a lot to reach the fine details he wanted to achieve for the movie.
After he left, she had a photography session with a long-time client of hers, Martha she contacted Yael to take her engagement photos a few years ago, she then asked her to photograph her wedding day but now she wanted to get the photos with her baby boy.
It was something common some brides did, they loved the shots they got and came back to have other important moments immortalized by Yaelâs lenses.
Contacting Yael through a call to ask if she was still outside the UK, Martha explained to her that she had been following her work for a while and thought it was incredible that she moved to Ireland. So the date for her Photoshoot arrived and she traveled with her one-year old son to Ireland because she and her husband wanted to visit the country. Now she would get the chance to do it⊠without him.
He was killed in an accident when the police were behind a man who stole in a store and he was shot by accident. He didnât know she was pregnant back then, so Martha had to learn to live with both grief over losing her husband and the fact that she would be a single mother.
Yael couldnât hold back the tears after listening to her story, it was heartbreaking to remember the beautiful shooting they did years ago, they were so happy, so in love.
In a snap of the fingers, Rob was gone, Martha didnât have any other choice but keep going.
That night, Yael called Cillian as soon as she got home. She was inconsolable, sobbing on the phone, she couldnât help but see herself in Marthaâs shoes, what if she was the one losing her husband? What if she couldnât see him again? The thought of the possibility of not kissing him or waking up next to his warm body, the comfort of his arms around her, and his loud laugh over something silly⊠she didnât want to keep fighting or keep her anger towards him any longer.
There was no point to waste time in stupid fights, they both realized how fragile life was, how everything can change in a heartbeat.
Maybe it was the photoshoot or the distance, or the fact that they stopped thinking and talking about the problems they just faced, but their relationship was at a much better place, both decided to focus on them and their projects only after apologizing over and over on the phone.
Finally, the notification of Cillianâs call showed up in the corner of her laptop, pressing the green button she found a smile growing in her face at the sight of her husband.
âSorry love, I was in the shower.â He confessed as if his wet hair didnât give that away. Yael saw the glimpse of his boxers when he moved, his torso covered by the undershirt he was wearing.
âItâs alright, how was your day?â
As he moved around carrying the laptop with him, she could see part of the apartment he told her the other day, it was like a flat, but he had everything he needed, a new tv, beautiful view from his window, the only thing he asked for was a kitchen, he wanted to cook instead of eating out all the time.
âGood actually, we did a couple of good shoots at a club and outside.â
âA club? That sounds like fun.â
She saw him smiling at that.
âYeah well, the club is in the middle of the set and the fun stops when two soldiers come for me and a fight starts.â He said after filming several options for the scene.
âOh no!â Yael gasped. âWhat happens then?â
âJosef gets beaten up and-â Cillian smirked, she was so good at distracting him with those eyes and smile. âYou will have to see the movie to find out.â
âThatâs not fair!â She pouted. âYou mentioned once itâs usually released a year later.â She remembered the post production process he told her about, it involved them recording their voices for some scenes, endless hours of editing, lights, sound effects, musicâŠ
âYou know how this is, I could get in trouble if any detail is leaked to the press.â He made a funny face, he knew she wouldnât say a word.
âI think I know how to convince you.â Cillian saw her standing up, the kitchen lights illuminating her frame.
His pulse started to quicken as he saw his wife remove her top.
The problem now, wasnât the strict contract he signed of not revealing anything⊠but his speechless state. His mind went blank the moment he saw Yael standing in front of him with her top covered only by her bra, a delicate pale pink lace.
âTake that off, and I will tell you how it ends.â
Cillian got hard immediately when he saw his wife biting her lower lip and moving her hands to her back.
***
After sharing a bear hug, Isla wrapped her arm around her daughter's waist.
âIâve missed you so much.â
âMissed you too, everything good with your flight?â Yael asked reaching Cillianâs car, he told her she could use it as much as she needed to.
âEverything went well, oh! I almost forget your Dad asked me to call and let him know that we are together.â
âBet he is missing you terribly.â
Isla chuckled. âBryan couldnât stop whining on the way to the airport.â
âHeâs coming on Friday right?â Isla nodded and Yaelâs phone started ringing. âCan you take that? It might be Cill.â
Setting up the phone in speaker, Cillian greeted his mother in law, he was genuinely happy to have her staying with Yael while he was away.
âI loved the photos you took from the guest room, looks amazing.â Isla beamed, when she saw the photos, she told her daughter that it looked out of a magazine.
âIsla, please make yourself at home.â She insisted him to call her by her name since the day they met.
As Yael was about to change to her right lane, a truck came out of nowhere, the car behind her honked desperately, Yael mirroring it.
âBe careful!â Yelled Isla, holding onto the glove compartment.
âOh my God! Where did that truck came from? Are you okay?â She asked her mum after moving the wheel violently to go back to her original lane.
âWhat happened?!â Asked Cillian, worried for not knowing what was going on.
Her heartbeat went crazy, they were one second away of having a major accident.
âBaby? Tell me whatâs going on?â Yael heard Cillianâs voice after slowing down her speed.
âJust a bloody eejit with a driver license, weâre alright.â
Isla placed a hand over her speed up heart. âThat was so close. I thought we would get sandwiched between the truck and the one on your side.â
Cillian kept calling his wifeâs name.
âDonât worry baby, everythingâs fine, it was just a crazy driver using the wrong side of the road.â
âBe careful, okay?â The sound of the carâs tires and brake got him worried. âCall me when you get home, I donât want to distract you yeah?â
Yael nodded, her knuckles almost white from taking the steering wheel with all she got. âWill do, I love you!â
âLove you more, be safe.â
She heard the call finished on the other line, but she refused to take her eyes from the road. Even the smallest distraction could cause a terrible accident.
After the little scared moment they had, Yael and Isla stopped at a pharmacy to buy a hair dye and some vitamins her mum forgot at home.
It was an incredible sunny day, so they stopped at a small store to get some ice cream, chocolate with mint for Isla and cookies and cream for Yael, sharing a small moment of joy to compensate for the distance.
âI really needed to dye my hair, but you know Marcie moved to another city and all the services at the salon are getting so expensive, but I donât like my white hairs.â Isla complained.
âMarcie left? Why?â She was her mumâs stylist for over a decade.
âHer sister got ill, and she didnât have anyone but Marcie.â
âYou must really miss her.â
âOh! This is lovely.â Isla pointed at the cookies jar next to the sink full of samples.
âRight? I found them at the thrift store last week and I had lots of samples for a Photoshoot I did some time ago for a brand, donât worry thereâs one in your bathroom too.â
As Yael prepared her mumâs hair with the oil and towel around her neck, then she took her cellphone to answer a text Cillian sent her.
Looking at her daughter through the mirror, Isla asked her: âWhatâs that smile for?â
âOh, itâs just that Cill sent me a photo of his fake dinner, they use plastic food for the shoots and he has to pretend to eat it.â He was messing around with Jaime, she was happy to know he was having a good time while working.
âHeâs just the sweetest man, calling you to see what plans did we have or what we wanted to do.â She loved to see her son in law treating her daughter right, loving her. âYou complete each other.â
âI just think it must be hard for him to be alone in a country he knows nothing about, in a small apartment, you know⊠away. Imagine if today something happened to us while driving back home, how long will it take him to catch a flight?â
âOh, donât even think about it.â Isla touched her daughterâs arm in comfort.
âI know I wouldnât be able to do it, learn all of those scripts, repeat the scenes over and over, listen to the directions, learning a different accent, the life of his character⊠the press, interviews, the criticism.â
âBut heâs so good, the other day your Dad and I found Batman on the telly, he was such a cute boy.â
Yael smiled at the memory of her parents calling one night to tell her, that they found a Cillianâs movie.
âHeâs getting more and more handsome.â Yael admitted.
âI hope you tell him that, men are like us, they like to know their wives find them attractive.â
Yael chuckled. âHe doesnât believe me.â She started to dye her mumâs roots first, dividing her hair, it was just above shoulderâs length.
âAfter all the things you went through with the lies that woman said, he probably has a hard time believing anything.â
Sadness reached Yaelâs eyes, something her mum immediately recognized.
âWhatâs the matter babygirl?â
âItâs justâŠâ her voice broke down a little. âwe had a really hard time because of that. There was a moment when I thought we wouldnât be able to stay together.â Her eyes watered. âEven after the truth was revealed, we still kept having some problems because of that, everyone was trying to say their opinions over what he should or shouldnât do, while we were still trying to learn how to live without the baby in our livesâŠâ
âThat woman will pay for her lies, youâll see.â
Checking the timer, she started to dye the rest of the hair, struggling with the giant gloves that came in the box. Trying to avoid her mumâs skin in case the dye caused any allergy.
Yael shuddered. âI really donât care about her, what really upsets me is that Cillian and I were really close to break up, there were nights when I thought I couldnât keep going, I just wanted the nightmare to be over, everything was too much.â Letting off steam with her mum really helped Yael out, there were a lot of things she needed to get out of her chest that no one else would understand, and she really needed to be really careful because Cillian was a public figure and she didnât want any tabloids gossiping about him.
Yael finished covering all her mumâs hair with the dye and then went on to cover her motherâs head with a plastic wrap. âSometimes it was something I did or something he said.â
Isla looked at her through the mirror.
âThat witchâs mom even called one day to suggest we could keep seeing Sean if we wanted to!â
âWhy would you do that? If the baby wasnât his, thereâs no reason for you to keep in touch.â
âThatâs what Cill said.â
Checking the clock, they still needed to wait five more minutes, so Yael started to prepare the bowl to wash her mumâs hair.
âI hope all of that is better now.â
Sighing, Yael gave Isla a half smile. âItâs better, but heâs away right now if you werenât here, Iâd be by myself just with Scout.â
After rinsing Islaâs hair, Yael took her hairdryer and with her fingers, started blow drying it, enjoying the simple moment with her mum.
Scout ran away downstairs as he heard the annoying sound of the hairdryer.
âWhy donât you go and surprise him?â Isla proposed over the noise.
Turning off the hairdryer and looked at her mumâs reflection. âCill is busy filming, I donât want to distract him.â
âI think he would love to see you there.â
âYou might be right⊠and I miss him like crazy.â
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Lenka took a small feather that fell on his shoulder, as she saw the soldier approaching them she gave him a warning look. If that man asked them any questions, it would be the end of them.
âHow can you be so, so boorish? I just wanted to see that hat, Jo!â She pretended to make a scene and walked in the opposite direction, he knew what she was doing, she wanted a distraction.
âI promise you, we will get it tomorrow.â He followed after her like a lost dog and looked at the few coins he had in his pocket.
She was deliberately speaking louder, so the soldier could hear they were in the middle of a stupid argument. âYouâre always making promises.â
As they cross the street, Josef pulls her by her arm and with his thumbs he starts caressing her face. âGood, now nod and look if heâs still close.â
Lenka shudders and whispers a no.
âAnd⊠Cut!â The director announced. âIt stays, weâre good. See you all after lunch break.â
âIâm sorry I stepped over your shoe.â Anna apologized with an embarrassed face.
âItâs alright.â Cillian answered but faked to hobble and let out a loud laugh. As he walked over to the food table, he was starving.
Anna squinted her eyes at him. âYouâre terrible!â
It was so late, and he felt like he could eat anything in that moment.
âIt makes the shoes look worn out, otherwise the audience wonât believe it.â
Anna gave his hamburger a side look, it was probably something she wouldnât eat.
Another thing he disliked about the Hollywood life; the pressure of being perfect all the fucking time.
âMr. Murphy, thereâs someone waiting for you in your trailer.â Someone from the staff informed him as he waved his co-star goodbye. Jamie wasnât around filming so he would probably have lunch by himself.
After taking a bite of the glorious and cold hamburger, he asked: âWho? Is this for the behind the scenes interviews?â He heard someone got the idea to record the actors as they prepared for their roles between scenes, and the idea of having someone following him to the bathroom wasnât really appealing.
âNo, but I canât say anything else.â The woman pursed her mouth in a tight light and motioned him to follow her lead.
âIs it Jamie making pranks again?â He asked worried, until now he wasnât a victim of his jokes, but you never know with him.
The woman made the signal of closing a zipper with a lock. âCan I take that?â She then pointed at the vintage camera hanging from his neck, he used it earlier to shoot that scene with Anna as she pretended to pose for Josef.
Cillian handed her the camera and tried to look for something out of place outside his trailer, but everything was so quiet.
Opening the door a little, he tried to spy around, but it wasnât until he opened it a bit further, he found his wife standing in the middle of the cabin.
âWhen did you get here?â He rushed towards Yael to wrap his arms around her. âI didnât know you were coming.â He added against her lips.
Yael touched his cheeks and then passed her arms around his neck to feel him closer. âJust wanted to surprise you, the staff said you are on your lunch break.â She kissed and hugged him back as Cillian put her down after spinning her around.
âAh this is the most beautiful surprise!â She didnât mention anything when they talked that morning, he thought she would visit him the following week. âSorry for the crumbs.â He tried to smooth her clothes.
âOh God, I missed you like crazy.â
âMe too baby, me too.â Cillian whispered against her hair, her perfume filling him, she smelled like orchids, it had a comforting effect on him.
He loved his job, tried to perform with all he got, truly getting in the skin of his character, but having his wife visiting him on set after everything theyâve been through was all he needed in the moment, since he was usually alone once the shooting was done, he went back to an empty hotel room or flat.
âYou look so handsome, I love this outfit.â Yael started to run her fingers through his hair.
âCanât believe youâre here.â He peppered her face with feather-like kisses.
âWell I almost got deported.â Yael joked kissing him back. âThe officer at the airport asked a lot of questions, where was I staying, who I was visiting, blah blah. He wouldnât believe me I was visiting a movie set, I had to search for an online article of the film.â
He kissed her again. âHmmm.â He was so distracting. âSorry for the mess, I didnât know you were coming.â
âAs if knowing that would change anything. Come on.â
He laughed and she pushed him out of his camper. The set was absolutely mindblowing; it looked like it had vintage shops and even a park! She wanted to have a memory from this.
Using her trench coat, Yael placed it over one of his shoulders, she knew he would be the one shooting the target.
âCan you look to your left?â
âWhy?â
Yael looked at him over her camera.
Click.
âBecause Iâm starting a new project; my husbandâs work. Iâm going to save a shot from every film and character you make.â
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Next part
Still in jail time, donât forget to let me know what do you think about these two. You know me, I find inspiration in everything and the samples jar is a great idea for a guest bedroom. Oh! And about those hamburger photos??? I added them last minute đ lots of love xx
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daylightâs wasting (you better kiss me)
⯠pairing: eren jaeger x reader
⯠genre and warnings: college au, fluff, someone please be gentle with this boy iâm begging you, jean and eren pretending they donât give a fuck about each other whilst actually being best bros for the win
⯠word count: 2k
⯠summary: based off of that reddit post about some guy talking about his girlfriend washing his hair for the first time + hoping it fills a request for someone asking for reader playing with erenâs hair for the first time :â)
⯠notes: this is cross-posted and edited slightly from another blog in a completely separate fandom, so if youâve seen it before, no you didnât </2
Jean canât say that he immediately noticed a pep in Erenâs step when the green-eyed boy met him in the library, but what he does notice is the stupid, dopey looking grin and starry-eyed gaze in his eyes that heâs sporting while heâs not doing his part for their project. And while Jean considers himself relatively attractive, he knows for sure Eren isnât shy about making it known that he doesnât; so the brunette doubts the literal heart eyes Eren has are for him.
âEren? Eren, bro, are you good?â Jean calls, a dark eyebrow raised above his left eye. Eren barely registers the calls of his name, and it takes Jean waving his hands in front of the shorterâs face for him to wake from his trance, looking up at Jean with that same, longing smile (thatâs, admittedly, starting to creep him the fuck out).
âYeah,â Eren sighs, something reminiscent of a lovelorn cartoon prince, as he rests his elbow atop his notebook and his chin the palm of his hand, âIâm good.â
Jean looks at him, skeptical and confused. He shifts in his seat, but Erenâs eyes donât followâhe just stares ahead, lost in thought and completely unaware of everything around him. He looks like a lovesick little bitch if you ask Jean. Or completely sloshed.
Slowly, Jean leads forward, eyebrows pinched, looking for streaks of red in Erenâs eyes, âAre you stoned right now?â
âWhat?â Eren pulls back, almost offended, âNo, Iâm not highâJean, what the fuck?â
Jean simply shrugs, leaning back into his seat, âI dunno. Yesterday you were so stressed about your acrobatic salt cycle samplesââ
ââAcetylsalicylic acid. Itâs basically Asprin, and I wasnât stressed, they just werenât crystallizing the they way theyâre supposed toââ
âI donât fucking care. But now you look mellow as hell,â Jean cuts him off, âJust thought maybe you rolled a good one before coming here or something. Not that Iâm judging, of course. But youâre much more of a lightweight than you think, so try not to goââ
ââM not a fucking lightweight,â Eren groans, âYou and Reiner are just heavy bodied.â
âJust admit you canât hold your shit, Jaeger.â
âIâm not admitting shit. Mikasa makes strong drinks, thatâs all.â
Jean grits his teeth at Erenâs stubborn antics, but lets it go. Itâs not like the conversation was going anywhere, anyways. âIf youâre not baked, then whatâs got your head in the clouds?â
Eren shifts in his seat now, pulling his hand off the table, and into his lap. Jeanâs suspicious eyebrow is quirked again, and that slightly creeped-out feeling is back when he spots Erenâs ears going red.
Jesus Christ, he just asked a simple question.
âNot that I care,â Jean tacks on, feigning disinterest, âBut if itâs gonna keep you from doing your half of the project, just spill it already so we can get this shit over with.â
Eren rolls his eyes, but that blush is still there. He looks like he contemplates waving it off for a minute, before he sighs. â(Y/N) and I showered together yesterday,â he finally blurts.
Jean blinks. âOh. So you got laidââ
ââNo, no, it wasnât like that!â Eren corrects him, the red on his ears spreading to his cheeks slowly, with every word that spills out of his mouth. Eren stutters, a hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck, âShe just⊠She washed my hair.â
Eren sighs, flustered and frustrated, and annoyed that he looks like this in front of Jeanâs horse-faced ass of all people; but he knows, that no matter how much shit Jean talks, he can rely on him. For better or (often times) for worse.
And Jean, for as hotheaded as he can get, and for as much as Eren annoys the shit of out him, knows how to read a room; and in this moment, he can see that Eren is actually coming to him with genuine emotions, other than masked anger and abrasiveness. So, the both of them concede; pull back from their usual pointed commentary, and listen to what the other has to say.Â
âAh,â Jean comments, lamely; an embarrassed blush of his own growing on his face at his stupidity. The two sit in silence for a moment, before Jean speaks up again, âItâs, uh⊠Itâs nice, right?â
Erenâs eyes snap to him, wide. He almost completely forgot that Jeanâs in a committed relationship, too. The two donât often go to each other for relationship advice, or⊠relationship venting, but Eren makes a mental note that maybe, just maybe, he should. Â
âYeah,â Eren admits, âI donât, uh, I donât know how to explain it. It was justââ
âRelaxing?â
âYeah. Like all the bullshit from school just melted away all of a sudden,â Eren confesses, âAll she fucking did was wash my hair and hum for, like, five minutes, but I feel like⊠I donât know. Good.â
Jean hums, acknowledging Erenâs words and mulling them over. âLoved,â he chimes in with an awkward cough, âPretty sure thatâs the word youâre looking for, Jaeger.â
Eren chokes on air, his eyes darting around the room. So, yeah, itâs still a little awkward, talking with Jean of all people about his relationship, and love, and all that gushy stuff; but, even Eren can admit, itâs comforting to know that someone knows what heâs feelingâeven if that someone is Jean.
âYou should tell her. Girls like that shit, when you tell em what youâre thinking, you know?â Jean comments, picking up his pen to resume scribbling in his notebook. He sounds nonchalant, but from the redness on his face, Eren can tell heâs just as flustered, and probably thinking about his own girlfriend. âBesides, youâve been together for a long ass time now. Donât know what youâre waiting for at this point.â
âYeah,â Eren coughs, pretending to resume his own homework, âYeah, I think I will.â
âGood,â Jean nods, âNow will you fucking paste your paragraph in the Google Doc so I can rewrite it and make it coherent.â
âFuck you, itâs coherent as is.â
âAs if. Iâve read your shit before, and it sounds like it was written by six year old on meth. You science majors canât write to save your life.â
âTough talk from someone who canât do basic addition.â
âDerivatives and shit arenât basic addition, they were created by a man who died a virgin. Tells me everything I need to know about them and you.â
Three days later, Eren finds himself alone in your off-campus apartment, laying on your bed, stomach to the mattress, while he tries to convince himself to study for his upcoming biology exam. He finds looking around your room to be much more interesting, though, and takes the time to notice things he hadnât before.
Thereâs a small strip of images of the two of your in a clear mason jar on your nightstandâthe newest addition to your collectionâfrom the photo booth at the ice-skating rink you went to last week. Eren doesnât know why you insist on going to every photo booth you come across, but who is he to deny you the pictures.
When he looks to your closet, he isnât surprised to see two of his hoodies, one of his warm-up soccer uniforms, and last seasonâs hockey jersey hanging up. What does surprise him, is the way theyâre all hung up next to each other, like they have their own little section amongst your clothing; like they were reserved, special almost. He bets theyâre all probably washed and clean, too; because you take care of his things like that.
He thinks about how he has a few pairs of sweatpants and pajamasâhell, even a pair of slacks and a button-down from one of your fancier datesâall tucked away in his very own drawer in your dresser. The bucket hats thats you claim are oh-so ugly still have their own place in your room, hanging next to your belts. Even his psychology textbook sits on your desk, clearly set aside for him and taken care of, but still integrated amongst your other belongings.Â
You seem to be the only person who thinks Eren and all his baggage can have a place in your life. You seem to always have space for things to fit in, no matter how stupid, or ugly, or tattered they are; no matter how emotional, or lost, or impulsive he is. Nothing is out of place here, himself included.Â
Lost in his thoughts, Eren doesnât register the sound of your front door opening, or your footsteps growing louder. In fact, he doesnât register that youâre home at all, until you come padding into your bedroom, shaking your backpack off of your shoulders and setting it next to his on the ground.
âHey, baby,â you greet him, almost offhandedly, as you place your coffee down on your desk. He doesnât mindâactually the element of practiced casualness in your tone brings a kind of warmth to him, and makes his stomach flutter.Â
âHey,â he smiles, a stupidly fond look in his eye as his watched you shimmy your jacket off of your shoulders.Â
Eren sits himself upwards, shifting so that his long legs dangle off the edge of your bed as he watching your silhouette move throughout your bedroom. When youâre finished removing all your layers and jewelry, you finally look to him, greeting him a second time as you walk towards him and your bed.
Eren cages you in when you reach him, his ankles wrapped on top of each other as he secures you standing between his legs. He wraps his arms loosely around your waist, while your fingers crawl up the nape of his neck.
âYour hairâs dry,â you hum, your fingers raking through his brown locks as if to make your point, âYou didnât shower yet?â
Eren shakes his head lightly, craning his neck forwards to tuck the cold tip of his nose into your collar. He holds you a little tighter when you smooth his hair down, one of your hands resting against the back of his neck, and lightly scraping at the hairs near his nape.
âHow come?â you question innocently, âI thought your classes ended a few hours agoâdid your lab go late again? You should tell your TA you have a life outside of trying to culture bacteria in a dish, you know.â
Eren chuckles lightly, but feels the concern in your voice tug heavily at his heart strings. You seem to really hate his lab TA.
âWasnât him this time,â Eren mumbles against your skin, âWas waiting for you.â
âYeah? That gonna be a regular thing, now?â
âWouldnât mind,â Eren confesses, words barely audible as he buries his face into your neck. He tries tickle you with his eyelashes, shift the heat towards you, but you move out of reach too quickly; your hands on his shoulders, forcing him to sit upright.
He has to look up you, just slightly, and he hopes he doesnât look like a complete blushing idiot. If he does, you donât seem to mind, if the way you cup his face between your hands is any indication.
âWell then, come on. I bought two new loofahs yesterday.â
Eren follows you to the bathroom with a smile, borderline giggling with excitement all the way to the shower. When it comes down to it, he relishes in the feeling of your fingertips against his scalp, suds of shampoo cascading down his neck as you find amusement in coiling his hair into a bubbly mohawk.
Itâs so mundane, so simple, yet overwhelmingly intimate the way youâre taking care of himâthe way you always take care of him. It fills Eren to the brim with emotions he canât even begin to convey with words.
And when youâve had youâre fun, and made sure his hair is throughly clean and smells like apples, you take your body wash on the ball of his (his! his very own!) loofah, and scrub away at his back, down his shoulders, across his torso; and Eren canât stop the tears from falling.
He realizes his must look bizzare, to be standing the middle of your shower, crying like a baby with soap and suds all over his body, but he canât help himself.
âEren? Baby, whatâs wrong?â
âNothing, nothing,â he assures you, hiccuping between his words and sniffling away any more tears that threaten to fall. You donât seem convinced, and once again, Eren feels his heart swell at just the sheer thought at youâd hold even an ounce of concern for him the way you do.
âYouâre crying, Eren,â you point out, voice soft, but clearly concerned, as you reach your hands up to cup his face again, âDid I hurt you? Whatâs wrââ
Eren cuts you off by wrapping you in a hug, hopingâprayingâyou know that you could never hurt him. The two of you spend nearly five whole minutes like that, your arms wrapped around each otherâs middles, with warm water pouring over your naked skin. Eren can feel you pressing shallow kisses into his chest, and he feels his heart physically swell every time your lips make contact with his skin.
Itâs on the fifth, quiet press of your lips that Eren knows he canât hold it in anymore; pulls away from your embrace to look you in your eyes.
âI love you,â he finally confesses, with wet hair stuck to his forehead, and teary eyes. Itâs hardly a picture perfect moment, but Eren canât bring himself to care; he needs you to know.
But, of course, you already did. âI know, Eren,â you say with a smile, kissing his chin, and then on the tips of your toes, his lips, âAnd I love you more.â
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MHA Boys Purposing To You
I just fell in LOVE with this idea!! Here ya go!!
Characters:Izuku, Katsuki, Shoto, Ejirou, Denki, Hawks, Shota
Villain version coming soon!
Deku/Izuku Midoriya
He would purpose to you in the winter, and take you to a very romantic place with Christmas lights! You would both be bundled up in warm coats with thermoses with hot chocolate! You two would sit on benches and kiss and cuddle enjoying the pretty lights.
He would then bring you to the giant pond of water with clear capsules with fake candles inside them. Once there, he would grab your hand and talk to you.
"Y/N L/N, you have made me the happiest man I've ever been! Being able to find someone who I love more than anything! You are my world!" He tells you.
"Izuku, why does it sound like.." You begin before Deku gets down on one knee, causing your eyes to widen as he pulled out a small black box opening it to reveal a very pretty ring.
"Y/N, will you marry me?" He asks.
You begin to cry tears of joy and you scream "YES!" And hug him, having people clap all around you and congratulate you two.
Shoto Todoroki
He was never really good with being a romantic, much less know what love is or feels like!
But after meeting you, he finally understood what love felt like, and was surprisingly very romantic! Even if he's still a little blunt at times!
So when he decided to purpose to you, he took you to an ice skating rink! You two loved ice skating together! It was the first ever date you two went on!
Despite having gone ice skating for a while now, you still suck at it! So you just hang on to Shoto and cuddle him as he skated around, since he was a PRO at it!
So you two skated around for a while, enjoying your time! That's when Shoto stops and faces you. He was never good with words, so he just went down on one knee right away.
"Y/N, will you marry me?" He asks, pulling out a small box with a ring.
You almost fall backwards from getting surprised but he catches you. "Yes! Yes I will!" You exclaim, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissed him.
The few people around clapped for the two of you.
The happiest day of both your lives.
Katsuki Bakugou/Dynamight
Some people always thought that dating Katsuki Bakugou would be a toxic relationship! Your friends, family, AND coworkers all told you this as soon as you started dating him!
But being Bakugou, he has to be the best at EVERYTHING! So he has to be the best boyfriend ever!
Plus you are the only person he shows his sensitive and kind side. Everyone else he is the same.
After about 2 years of dating, he finally wants to purpose to you! And what better place than a Firework Festival??
It was summer so it would be perfect!
So when you arrive, you two head up a hill, spread the blanket out, and lay down. Now you wait for the fireworks to start.
Once they do, the pitch black sky was now lit up by hundreds of colored fireworks!
After a while, the show was almost done! The grand finale was about to begin!
Before it did, Bakugou turns to you.
"Y/N L/N," He begins, which surprises you. "In my life I never thought I would find a soulmate. I always thought it sounded stupid and that it was a waste of my time!"
"But after I met you, I realized that wasn't the case. And now, I decided, I never want to leave.. so.." He says, pulling out a small black box, which causes your eyes to widen.
"Y/N, will you marry me?"
"OH MY GOSH! YES OF COURSE KATSUKI!" You scream before hugging him. Just as you said yes, the grand finale began!
Perfect timing!
Ejiro Kirishima/Red Riot
He's a manly man! Meaning his purposal would have to be manly!
You two would be on an exercise date! He mapped out your route to have you to end at a hill that was called Moonlight Hill.
It was the perfect place because it was the place you two had your first date! So it would be manly and cute!
So you two ran, talked, and just had fun! At last as the sun began to set, you two reached the top of Moonlight Hill.
You two sit down and cuddle to rest, gulping down the water in your bottles.
You thought it was perfect already! But Kirishima proved you wrong. "Y/N L/N," He says, which got your attention.
He gets on one knee and pulled out the ring box. "Will you marry me?" He asks, just wanting to get it over with.
"O-Oh.. oh my! Yes! YES OF COURSE I WILL!" You shout tackling him to the ground laughing.
He really WAS the manliest man you could find!
Denki Kaminari/Chargebolt
Kaminari has ALWAYS been a flirt! He is more of the class clown, funny type of guy and usually isn't serious!
And after his thousands of attempts of hitting on you with his cheesy pick up lines, they eventually won you over.
And he decided when he would purpose to you in a cheesy way too.
So he bought the ring, and asked you on a date to the arcade, as usual! You both had a blast there and that's when you two were resting on a seat eating some of the food they have there.
"Hey, can I ask you something Y/N?" He asks looking at you. "Of course!" You reply with a nod. He then gets on one knee and pulls out the ring box, causing you to drop the bitten fry you had in your hand.
"My life without you would be like a pointless pencil, I mean pointless honey. I hope you get my point right and add value to my life. Kindly be my point! Will you marry me?" He asks.
Cheesy as ever, but it honestly made your heart pound fast. And you wanted to hear those pick up lines forever!
"Yes! Of course I will! YES!" You scream and hug him, laughing. Others around clapped as well.
Now you'd get to hear his annoying lines forever!
Teigo Takami/Hawk
Hawks was always one for big, grand gestures!
He always had to one up everything and make it more of a deal than it actually is!
So when he bought the ring to purpose to you, he needed to come up with the best way to do it!
You two have been dating for a good 4 years and he knew it was time! You two loved each other to the ends of the earth! So for a few weeks, he wracked his brain to try and figure out what to do!
He even asked the sidekicks at his agency for help, even confided inside of Mirko since she was one of his only friends who was a girl!
He would've gone to Endeavor, but the situation kind of speaks for itself!
So after getting all of the advice he needs, he immediately began planning his Grand Purposal Having his friends and sidekicks help him plan it secretly!
After a good two long stressful weeks, it was time!
Hawks got the day off and he spent it ALL with you! He brought you EVERYWHERE to give you a good time!
To the mall, to your favorite book and music stores, to a nice restaurant for lunch and dinner, and FINALLY the day comes to a close at the Sakura Tree Park.
At night, especially in the summer, they decorate the whole park with beautiful white fairy lights, illuminating the park ever so perfectly! You two held hands and talked and laughed while strolling through it.
"I gotta hand it to you, this has been the best day ever!" You tell him. "Well I have one last surprise!" He tells you.
You two stand in a clearing staring up at the sky. Once you look up, you see fireworks set off! And they spell out a message. "Marry Me?"
You were confused before looking back at Hawks who was now on one knee and held a ring box out to you. Your hands cup around your mouth as your eyes widen.
"Y/N L/N, will you marry me?" He asks.
"A HUNDRED TIMES YES!!" You scream, tackling him to the ground with tears of joy.
He really did love grand gestures.
Shota Aizawa/Eraserhead
Aizawa was usually just straightforward and practically emotionless. But after meeting you, he started being much different! He even didn't mind showing his affection towards you.
So when it came to wanting to purpose, he wanted it to be special yet simple! No extra work needed!
So after he bought the ring, he thought about when to do it. That's when he remembered the Harvest Festival was coming up! That would be the perfect place!
So when it rolled around, you two headed there on a date. You were both bundled up in match orange sweaters and you snuggled against his shoulder as you wrapped your arms around HIS arm. You enjoyed the smell and decorations, and the pretty lights that illuminate the park as the sun went down.
"This is so amazing, Shota. Thank you for this." You tell him closing your eyes, wearing a content smile. "Yeah well don't thank me quite yet." He says pulling away from you and stands in front. Your eyes widen as he got on one knee and brought out the ring box, opening it.
"Y/N, will you marry me?" He asks. He couldn't keep himself from smiling when you nodded frantically and screamed "YES!"
He slips the ring on and you two embrace in a hug and kiss, having everyone clap around the two of you.
He never in a million years thought he would be in such an amazing situation.
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BnHA Chapter 308: VIBE: CHECKED
Previously on BnHA: Lots and lots of Shindou idk what else to tell you.
Today on BnHA: Tired Nomad Deku rescues Shindou from Muscular, and us from Shindou. Muscular is all âOH BOY I SURE CANâT WAIT TO FIGHT DEKU AGAIN AFTER HE TOTALLY KICKED MY ASS THE LAST TIME!! IâM SURE THIS TIME WILL GO DIFFERENTLY SEEING AS HEâS HAD ALMOST AN ENTIRE YEARâS WORTH OF ADDITIONAL TRAINING, AND ALSO HAS SIXÂ FOURQUIRKS NOW, IN ADDITION TO THE CONFIDENCE THAT COMES WITH HAVING EIGHT OTHER PEOPLEâS SOULS CHILLING OUT INSIDE HIM OFFERING MORAL SUPPORT AND ENCOURAGEMENT.â Deku is all, â[kicks Muscularâs ass effortlessly].â Muscular is all, â[gets his ass totally kicked].â I for one am very satisfied with this, and with respect to all, I would like to hereby declare this post a discourse-free zone. Iâm just happy to see my son out here making good use of his FOURQUIRKS, and more importantly beating Muscular in less than seventeen pages so we can all go on with our lives lol.
damn Deku since when were you allowed to look this cool
from this perspective and with the smoke, cape, backpack, and mask more or less obscuring his actual profile, he looks less like a sixteen-year-old boy and more like a grownass man
OH SNAP
we got a glimpse of this in the cleaned-up scan of 307, but seeing both of his eyes looking so distinctively All Might-esque here is... whoa. I mean we know that his face still looks pretty normal underneath the mask and he doesnât actually have the black sclera, but still, this is an awesome look. mini-Might
lol Muscular
you and me both. I mean no offense, but yeah
so Deku is just standing there silently
typical Deku. tight-lipped and expressionless. mumâs the word. quiet as a mouse. silent as a grave
okay no but seriously this is so weird and creepy though you guys. Deku please say something or else Iâm just gonna mindlessly say whatever stupid things come into my head in an effort to make things less awkward
so Muscular is all âI should probably make a cool speech about revenge but Horikoshi couldnât think of anything good so Iâm just going to stand here clenching my fist real slowlyâ
âIâm not here to go on a monologueâ he says, as he monologues about not monologuing
okay you guys I confess I have only read through/watched the Deku VS Muscular fight once because the arm-breaking is just way too uncomfortable for me to revisit. and so as a result, I have completely forgotten Whatever The Deal Is with Muscularâs eye lmao so let me go look it up real quick
okay so itâs a prosthetic, obviously, and he changes it out according to his mood. that part does sound familiar. I just canât remember which eye is supposed to indicate which mood. donât tell me I actually have to go back and reread this shit
lol Iâm skimming through chapter 75 now and remembering/realizing that I hardly paid any attention to this the first time around because as soon as I found out the villains were after Kacchan my brain was like âTIME TO FOCUS ON THIS AND ONLY THIS NOW AND FOREVERâ and yeah. ah memories
anyway so he started out with the flower-looking eye, and then later on he was all
which begs the question, how on earth could I have ever forgotten the most ridiculous panel Iâve ever read lmao
anyway, but so after all of that, I'm only just now realizing that this isn't one of his previous eye prosthetics in the current chapter; this is an ACTUAL FUCKING ROCK that he's just randomly shoved into his eye socket fkdsjlk
so basically (1) I did all of that painstaking research for nothing, five whole minutes of my life wasted THANKS A LOT, and (2) what, and I have never meant this more emphatically, THE FUCK
anyway so now he's leaping at the building that Deku is standing on top of. but heâs not aiming anywhere near Deku though, wtf
(ETA: HAHA YOU BROKE ALL YOUR MUSCLES YOU LOSER.)
...huh
lmao okay then. I hope those annoying citizens in the building next door are watching this go down and rethinking their life choices
dlkdkljk
just keep standing there pressed right up against the window, why donât you. âWHATâS GOING ON THIS SUPER CLOSE COLLAPSING BUILDING IS BLOCKING OUR VIEW.â well, folks, weâve long since known thereâs a critical shortage of hero and villain brain cells, but what weâre learning now is that civilian brain cells are also in short supply
OH THANK GOD DEKU IS FINALLY TALKING THAT WAS ACTUALLY UNSETTLING AS FUCK
SO HEâS STILL OUR GOOD, POLITE, WORRIED, CONSIDERATE DEKU UNDERNEATH THAT COOL AND MYSTERIOUS VENEER. for real, thank fuck, because I swear to god if he suddenly started acting like the Dekus in all of the vigilante AUs my interest in this series would have dropped something like 50% lol. just because he dropped out of school and ran away from home and is currently dressed like the physical manifestation of a Linkin Park playlist doesnât mean heâs not still the WORLDâS BIGGEST DORK okay
I MEAN, THIS RIGHT HERE. THIS IS WHAT IâM TALKING ABOUT. HEâS APOLOGIZING FOR THE DELAY
PLEASE FIND THE ATTACHED SHINDOU YOU REQUESTED. BEST REGARDS!!!
OH MY GOD WHY IS HE SUCH A BADASS
something about making bold, confident statements while obscured in smoke?? idk but damn it fucking works
ffjkkl
more importantly, should you tell him you actually need your copy of Shindou in excel format and not pdf?? on the one hand you donât want to sound ungrateful, but on the other hand what are you even supposed to do with this
this chapter so far consists of like 50% smoke, but on the other hand Deku VS Kacchan 2 had a lot of cinematic smoke too so who am I to complain
OMG IS IT HIS ARMS
IDK DID YOU?! TELL ME YOUR SECRETS. PLEASE, AT SOME POINT THIS FIGHT HAS GOT TO ACTUALLY ADVANCE THE PLOT
OHHHHHHH
ITâS ENâS QUIRK!! OH MY GOD OKAY THATâS ACTUALLY AWESOME
I CAN HEAR THE SOUND OF DISCOURSE RUMBLING IN THE BACKGROUND BUT I DONâT CARE LOL. WONâT CATCH ME EVER SAYING NO TO ANOTHER SIXQUIRK. GO AHEAD, BRING THEM ON, I WANT TO SEE THEM ALL but take it easy though Deku. donât want to give yourself lung cancer or anything
also itâs good to see that in a very real sense heâs not fighting alone. the Vestiges really did mean it when they said they could appear more easily now. this is on a whole other level
so is this whole next page still En talking, or someone else? because whoever it is sure is chatty
okay, several things
pretty sure it is En, because he keeps saying âI suppose.â for someone who never said two words until one page ago, this guy sure never shuts up. we canât all follow Muscularâs lead I suppose. oh my god now Iâm doing it too
really like the suggestion of Deku using the SIXQUIRKS like tools in an arsenal, because thatâs what heâs good at! itâs almost like heâs been training for this his entire life. âyou value quirks too muchâ LOOK HE JUST THINKS THEYâRE COOL OKAY IS THAT A CRIME
where the fuck did all this rope come from
not gonna ask what the fuck that thing is sticking out from the back of his utility belt. Horikoshi will surely explain this
is that a fucking jetpack. Iâm sorry Deku were six fucking quirks not enough for you. you can fucking float??? but JUST TO BE SAFE, LETâS STRAP A PAIR OF ROCKETS TO OUR SHOULDERS IDK
-- or wait, is this all supposed to be like a visual representation of Enâs metaphor?? OH MY GOD AM I JUST STUPID LOL, DONâT ANSWER THAT. NEVER MIND. NEW LIST!!
rope = blackwhip
jetpack = float
radio = danger sense
and so Iâm guessing that this ridiculously phallic thing is supposed to be a flare or something?? and that = the new quirk, smokescreen. well that was a fucking ride lmao we now return you to our regularly scheduled chapter
so now Deku is floating to his heartâs content and thinking that heâll just sneak up on Muscular and vibe check his ass or whatever
WOOOOOOOO DANGER SENSE YESSSS I LOVE THIS FOR HIM
okay guys, I'm gonna press pause here for a sec to make a serious note, because I am loving the shit out of this, but tbh I'm having trouble enjoying it as much as I want to because I keep getting anxious thinking about the discourse. I know that a lot of the fandom has very strong opinions on Deku's character development one way or the other, and I want to respect that. but I also really have no spoons to debate this topic at all beyond what Iâve already weighed in on. so if itâs all the same to everyone, I plan on staying out of this discussion, at least this week
anyway! that said, YEAH BOI GET HIS ASS
VIBE: CHECKED. CURB: STOMPED. HOTEL: TRIVAGO
-- OF COURSE HEâS STILL FUCKING FINE LOL HE CRASHES INTO BUILDINGS FOR FUN IDK WHAT I WAS EXPECTING
dammit Muscular. how many fucking quirks does it take to beat you?! the annoying thing is that even with all of his cool new powers, Deku is still something of a mismatch against him. anyway r.i.p. to all these poor buildings
OOOOOHHHHH
you guys have no idea how intrigued I am at the prospect of watching Deku try to play both good cop and bad cop here lmao
anyway so Muscular says he doesnât know, go figure
âIâm not here to make small talk or anythingâ he says as he small talks about not small talking
OH MY GOD DEKU
are you really gonna talk no jutsu all of these villains from now on?? that last battle really did have a profound impact on you, huh! interesting
you guys heâs really doing it omg
Deku this guy tried to murder a five-year-old literally just for fun. I mean more power to you, but holy shit youâre really gonna try to defeat Muscular with anger management therapy huh
I MEAN
WHO COULD HAVE SEEN THAT RESPONSE COMING dlkjslkjk
FUCKâS SAKE DEKU, I KNOW YOU MEAN WELL BUT THEY CANâT ALL HAVE TRAGIC PASTS KIDDO
but. I have to admit, I do still like that he tried. probably knew just as well as we did what the end result was going to be, but still. he made the effort in good faith and I respect that
uh oh
why do I get the feeling Muscular just got a whole lot deader
oh my god oh my god heâs doing the âpowering upâ stance ffff donât fucking tell me you can still use your fucking arms here, Deku
BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY WHATâS THIS??
okay so basically heâs saying that whatever it was he sensed in Tomura, he doesnât sense from Muscular. which, yeah, that sounds exactly right. good judge of character here lol
AHHHHAHAHA YESS
WHOOPS, GET FUCKED I GUESS
WOOOOHOOOOOOOO
lmao so apparently this is the belated result of Shindouâs attack from chapter 307?? Iâll be damned. good for you Shindou!! I always liked you buddy. please just take my word on that and donât fact check that statement
okay lol the one tiny bit of discourse I will allow is that itâs bullshit that he just did that with his right arm. like, Iâll fully acknowledge that. that makes no fucking sense, and I demand an explanation from the Great Plot Hole Filler himself. heâs never let us down before when it comes to continuity so Iâm trusting him not to suddenly start now
that said, we love to see a rematch against a boring guy settled quickly and decisively within the span of a single chapter. THANK YOU
I like that Deku implies that his power is being a smart nerd who battles villains using the power of ANALYTICS. he basically didnât do anything except restrain Muscular and wait for Shindouâs attack to take effect while halfheartedly checking to see if he regretted any of that murder and stuff
(ETA: and almost forgot to mention, he made excellent use of all four of his active SIXQUIRKS. itâs like the chapter title said; this is basically him fighting all-out, and itâs a sight to see.)
also, as cool as the mask was, this just feels right. like, we had our fun, now let us see his face, yes good
anyway, I think this was a good start towards establishing Whatâs Up With Deku Right Now! so if itâs all the same to Horikoshi, I would next like to take some time to explore Whyâs Up With Deku. that, and Whatâs Up With Everyone Else, Especially Kacchan. por favor
#bnha 308#midoriya izuku#muscular (bnha)#bnha#boku no hero academia#bnha spoilers#mha spoilers#bnha manga spoilers#makeste reads bnha
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EMBRASSE-MOI
: pairing â student! jay x tutor! reader
: genre â fluff, crackÂ
: song recc. â Lâamour by Miel De MontagneÂ
: a/n â this lowkey sucks but I've been wanting to get work out so I'm sorry if this isn't the best :(( also I'm still learning french so if some of it is wrong pls lmk so i can fix it!!Â
Jay was your schoolâs resident bad boy. blond hair, all-black outfits, cuts class and yells at kids that look his way. you know? the usual. You on the other hand were the complete opposite. straight-A student. A quiet kid who didnât dare look the ways of Jay Park and his Cliqueâą. So imagine the shock that was felt when the boy you avoided at all costs, walks up to you in the middle of the cafeteria asking for French lessons.Â
âYou want me to do what?â He rolls his eyes, tired of this conversation already.Â
âCan you not hear? Iâm failing French and I need to pass or else my parents wonât let me move to France.â He speaks as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.Â
âAnd youâre asking me why?â He rolls his eyes again for what felt like the 100th time. Youâre just confused about how he even knows of your existence.
âListen, all I know that youâre in my French class and that you pay attention, Iâll even pay you I just need to get my mark up.â You perk up to the sound of money. You donât really need but itâs still nice to have some. Doing this will get you good Karma right?Â
âFine. Meet me at the library every Monday and Wednesday after class, got it?â Jay stares at you with annoyance. He really does not want to be wasting his senior year on stupid lessons but, here we are. He reluctantly agrees and watches you walk away, struggling to hold your books in your arms. He turns around and lets out a deep sigh, wondering if the hot chicks and fancy baguettes in France are really worth this
Minutes turned into hours as you waited for Jay to show up. You waited patiently for hours just for this kid to not show up. Annoyed, you start to pack up your books. You donât know why youâd think someone like Jay would actually show up to a voluntary tutor session. You were just about to make your way out of the library when you see someone running towards you almost like the flash. As the figure got closer to your still body, you realize it was Jay. Now, bent over in front of you gasping for air with his tongue out like a dog. You stared at his limped-over figure with confusion and slight disgust.Â
âs-s-sorry i was⊠late, i f-forgot about⊠this.â he manages to speak out with the little air he has in him. He stands up and evens out his breath.Â
âwhat makes you think iâm gonna tutor you now? you wasted my time Park, i have a life too you know.â you snap at him. He stares at you for a brief second before letting out a hearty laugh, throwing his head back and slapping his leg. He sees your serious expression, your eyes glaring at him like an eagle and awkwardly stops laughing.Â
âLook, iâm paying you and this is only gonna last for a little while. i just need to pass, thatâs it.â His eyes shine with a hopeful gleam, a look that is extremely rare to see from Jay Park. He looked a little cute. You dramatically sigh and start walking into the library, Jay following behind you.Â
You settle at the table you sat at prior, re-opening your book bag to pull out your notes. He just watches you do that, not making an effort to even bring out a pencil.Â
âOkay, so how much french do you even know?âÂ
He stares into space, a little hesitant to continue. âUm, i can ask if i can go to the bathroom?â You stare at him with disbelief. Youâve been in this class with him for months and thatâs all he knows.Â
âTHATâS IT?âÂ
âOh and i can say good morning!â you let out a loud groan that catches the attention of others around, causing them to loudly shush at you. Feeling annoyed again, you contemplate if the money was really worth it. You sigh out and start looking for your notes from the beginning of the semester. This was gonna take a LONG time.Â
â... and thatâs how you conjugate verbs in the past tense, aka passĂ© composĂ©!â You finish off the session with joy. Jay on the other hand has gone completely blank, not remembering a single word you just told him. He stares down at his notes, then at you, then back down at his notes. You can see the struggle on his face and he hasnât said a word yet.Â
âIâm never gonna pass french. This is it. I can kiss France goodbye.â he claims with despair. This already too hard for him and he barely has learned anything. He sets his head on the table and mumbles to himself about how he will never be happy if he doesnât live his youthful 20âs in France. You sat across from him irritated with his discouraging behaviour and a little sad that you werenât able to teach him well. Until you come up with a plan that might help him improve much quicker. Â
âWhat if⊠we hang out this weekend? We can do something and weâll only speak in French! Of course Iâll help you and all that. But like, maybe? Only if you want to of course you probably donât wanna spend your weekend with me i dont know you know its just a plan.â you ramble on and on without stopping and Jay simply just watches you. He smirks a little before nodding.Â
âHow about you put your number in my phone and then Iâll text you when Iâm free hm?â he slides his phone across the table towards you and eyes you typing it in. He catches a glimpse of your rose-coloured cheeks and smirks a little more.Â
âOkay, uh thereâs my number! Just um, text me you know, when youâre free!â you manage to stutter out. Jay just nods at you and again, watches you walk away. This time a slight smile across his face.Â
A sudden notification pulls you away from your thoughts. An unknown number that you had a feeling belonged to a particular boy you didnât think would actually text you.Â
042-002-1130: bonjourÂ
042-002-1130: was that even right
042-002-1130: anyways Iâm free on saturday if you wanna hang igÂ
042-002-1130: samedi is saturday rightÂ
042-002-1130: it is wow im such a geniusÂ
You let out a snort at his cocky behaviour and reply back, letting him know that you were free yourself and to meet you at the school grounds at 2 pm.Â
Saturday shows up as you wait outside the school gates, a picnic basket in hand. An all-black car with dark tinted windows zooms up to you. The window is pulled down and alas, the handsome boy sits in the driverâs seat, ushering you to get into the car with his hand.Â
âWoah a picnic basket? Listen y/n youâre cool and all but this isnât a date,â he speaks and notices you roll your eyes. A smug smile tugging his lips.Â
âNo you asshole, I have a plan with this.âÂ
âTell me,â Jay begins to drive away from the school. The destination is unknown to you but extremely familiar to the boy next to you.Â
âIn here there is a bunch of food, in order for you to eat, youâre gonna have to say the name of the food in french.â He turns his head to see you looking back at him, a sweet smile places on your face. Jay has always known of you. You sat in the back of the classroom, handed in all your work on time and never skipped a class. You had very few friends and always seemed to be lost in a dream world when you werenât working. Jay had never been able to speak to you personally as you always avoided him but know he has the chance to actually talk to you, and he doesnât wanna mess it up.Â
The car stopped at the edge of a giant grassy field. The greenery going miles ahead. Trees surrounding the two of you. Jay like a gentleman runs out of the car to open the door for you. You blush at his actions, thanking him silently by smiling at him.Â
He directs you to a small spot under a tree. You lay out a blanket for you to sit on while Jay leans up against the tree. You tell him to sit down next to you as you bring out all the little snacks to share with him. He thinks that he could get used to this.Â
âDâaccord, commençons! Qu'est-ce que ç'est?â (okay, lets start! What is this?)Â
You pick up a grape. He thinks for a little bit before answering. âUn raisin.â (a grape) You clap with glee and hand him over the grape. A silence falls between you both, unaware of how to keep going. He picks up a strawberry and brings it to your face. âTu aime les fraises?â (do you like strawberries?) You eye him for a second, for someone who said he only knows how to ask how to go the bathroom in french, he knows quite a bit. You nod a little, opening your mouth and letting him feed you the sweet fruit. Your face matches the colour of the strawberry and he giggles. You pull out a sandwich and ask him to describe whatâs in it.Â
âDans le sandwich, il y a du jambon, du beurre, et de la tomate.â (in the sandwich there is some ham, some butter, and some tomato.) He speaks confidently.Â
âTrĂ©s bien Jay! Tu es bon en parler francias!â (very good Jay! You are really good at speaking French!)Â
âMerci, mon Cheri.â (Thank you, my dear.) you blush even more before and shy away from Jayâs gaze. Jay being the very bold guy that he is, placing his hand underneath your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes. You both just stare at each other as the sun sets behind you. Was Jay always this beautiful? His eyes scan over your face seeking for any discomfort, none is to be found. So he makes the move and starts to lean in. You already have your eyes closed and lips puckered out, ready to embrace a feeling youâve never felt before.
His breath fans over your lips and just before he kisses you he asks âje peux tâembrasser? (can I kiss you?) you eagerly nod and whisper out âembrasse-moi.â (kiss me.) Jay finally places his lips on yours and everything feels right. Your hands find their way to the back of his neck to deepen the kiss. You stay in this position with him for a little while before you pull back for air. Both his hands cradle your face, his thumb rubbing across the apples of your cheeks.
âI still have a lot to learn yâknow?â Jay breaks the silence. You laugh out loud, falling into his lap.Â
âSame time next week then yeah?â He lets out a âhmmâ and watches you rest your head against his thigh, playing with the ends of your hair. âMaybe France could wait a littleâ he thought.Â
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Egg
Inspired by my own dissatisfaction that Kyle didnât get a Monstie and @magicallynormal âs idea of Kyleâs Monstie being a Tobi-Kadachi, I wrote this little ff in like 2 hours because I had nothing better to do
I wanted the Rider to stay gender-neutral but it just sounds like Kyle never bothered to ask them for their name-
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âThis is a terrible idea.â
âYou shouldâve thought about it before we left Kuan, then.â
Without sparing Kyle another glance, the Rider entered the Monsterâs nesting-area without any hesitation showing on their face; Ratha close behind them. From within the depths of the cave, the Hunter could hear distant roars and predatory clicks; instinctively, he straightens his back, hand hovering over his bow.
The Rider, kneeling besides the huge nest, doesnât seem bothered by the sounds at all; way too busy examining the brightly colored eggs.
Off to the sides, Kyle spots various piles of worn-down bones, all sporting teeth-marks and scratches, some entirely broken open. Along with a few stray chunks of flesh, almost blending into the ground of the den. They donât look very fresh; probably a few days old already. His instincts tell Kyle to quickly gather up a few samples of whatever he can get his hands on, maybe let his scoutflies out to take in the scents; then leave the den as quickly and quietly as possible. Not taking anything valuable with him, not disturbing the Monsterâs home in any way.
Though... the weight of the kinship-stone, strapped to his left hand, reminds him of the reason for this âexpeditionâ.
Heâs not here to take samples for the ever-curious Research Center, nor to track down a Monster. Heâs not here to deliver chunks of flesh or eggs.... however, maybe he should just imagine heâs here for a delivery-quest. Maybe that would help calm his poor nerves, still absolutely shot to hell.
Kyle, who was born and raised a Hunter, who knows nothing else; heâs here to get his first Monstie.
Itâs absolutely unheard of. A Hunter, whose sole purpose is to hunt these beasts down âmaybe capturing them after tiring them out in battle, if the quest calls for it- is about to form a bond with one of these creatures, who he spent years of his life learning the weaknesses of, training to take down beasts several times his size.
Kyle takes a strained breath, his mouth suddenly feeling dry. Over their shoulder, the Rider shoots him a look; their eyes warm, their glance almost comforting.
âCome closer.â, they calmly say, gesturing with their hand towards the nest.
Feeling drastically out of his element, Kyle follows the command; takes a few brave steps towards the nest and promptly freezes up again.
He knows the process of this; hell, heâs already lost track of how often he stood guard while his new Rider-friend sifted through a Monsterâs nest. He knew how to hold Wyvern-eggs, how damn heavy these things were and how stupid you looked while carrying one. He knew how these things were goddamn predator-magnets, and how easily they broke.
That, perhaps, was one of the things that frightened Kyle the most about this whole situation.
How often had he accidentally broken an egg while out on a transporting-quest? How often had he washed the yolk and slimy egg-whites off his armor in a nearby stream, before tracking his way back to the nest to pick up a new egg? And how often had he not wasted a single thought on it...?
Itâs just eggs, he used to think. Eggs that heâll bring to the canteen after returning to the base, eggs that heâll probably eat sooner or later before leaving the base again, set out on yet another quest.
And yet, here he was. Standing at a Monsterâs nest, containing eggs that he, before he met the Riders, used to scoop up without thinking about it twice. His muscles feel stiff beneath his armor, his throat scratchy and dry; what if he broke this egg too?
âKyle?â, the Riderâs calm voice rips him out of his violently spinning thoughts. âYou okay?â
Was he okay? Good question; if only Kyle knew the answer.
âI... I donât think I can do this.â, he mutters, hating how small his voice is sounding. Cold fingers brush over his kinship-stone; a gift from the Rider. Apparently, it once belonged to them- before this Wyverian girl gave them their grandfatherâs kinship-stone. Â âI mean- if I should do this. Iâm- Iâm a Hunter, we donât just.... ride Monsters.â
They, like so often, only shake their head the slightest bit. And calmly, they reach for Kyleâs hand.
âThen why does Ratha love you so much?â
Almost as if on command, a big, scaly head bumps into his back; Rathaâs idea of a hug. After having spent a little time on Hakolo-island, it was almost frightening to see how.... human Monsters -or Monsties, as Kyle learned they were called- could be. Heâs seen Ratha pick up on emotions, display human-like behavior; and not just on him. The Rider loved to point out the Monsterâs behaviors whenever they took on a quest together, and as someone whoâs spent his whole life learning about Monsters, it felt so entirely.... different, watching their behavior in packs, or see something as innocently as an Azuros teaching its cubs how to fish. Â
It felt almost unreal.
As a Hunter, most, if not all of his hunting-quests were targeting Monsters wrecking havoc; and when heâs out collecting ingredients or samples, he rarely ever got the chance of seeing Monsters in their natural habitat. And admittedly... seeing these beasts; even the ones that were known for their hostile behavior, completely unbothered by his presence... it shook something deep inside Kyleâs core.
Gently, cold fingers intertwine with his; pulling him down to kneel next to the Rider. Kyle peers over the edge of the massive nest; its inside carefully laid out with tufts of fur and moss. Itâs like a giant bird-nest, the Monster clearly having put a lot of work into the making of it. Upon closer inspection of the fur, Kyle has a vague idea of whose nest heâs sitting at right now; though, following the Rider around, he quickly learned that thereâs often a few âimposterâ-eggs in a nest, smuggled in by Monsters not bothering to care for their young one hatched.
The silence feels tense; so, Kyle attempts to ease it a little.
âWhy didnât Navirou come along? Wouldnât he be of help, sniffing out a good egg?â
Quietly, the Rider shook their head, giving Kyle an almost apologetic smile. They werenât a big fan of words; he quickly caught up on that. However, this look didnât need any words; after all, Kyle did tag along to a few egg-hunts before, watching from the sidelines as Navirou ushered them out of the den, barely giving the Rider enough time to get a good grip on the newly acquired egg. Itâs not like Kyle had anything against the Felyne personally; but he had to admit that he was glad he wouldnât have to rush through this process, only to prevent Navirou from having a Monster-induced heart-attack.
After all, he had a feeling that time would be an important factor in picking out his first Monstie.
With a huff, the Rider pushes themselves up, gently pulling Kyle with them as they step into the nest. Twigs crunch under his weight as he kneels down, getting onto the same level as the eggs.
The Rider placed their hand on Kyleâs shoulder; heâd lie if he tried to tell anyone that it wasnât comforting. âJust pick the egg you have a connection to. Good smell or not, doesnât matter. Donât tell Navi I said that, though.â
The instructions are clear, yet awfully vague; and Kyle canât help but note how itâs one of the longest sentences heâs ever heard from them. âTake your time, but.... not too much. Before an angry Mama Monster sees us.â
â....sounds reasonable.â
As he looks over each of the large eggs, most of them brown in color with yellow-ish ovals on the shell, he notices the odd one out. Between the egg of an herbivore, if he recalled correctly, laid a pale blue egg, the shell littered with dark blue, almost black zigzags.
Apparently, his gaze lingered a little too long on the lone Wyern-egg, as evident by the look the Rider gave him.
âThat one?â, they asked, gingerly reaching out to guide Kyleâs hand towards the egg. Despite the cold air having slowly numbed his fingers, the eggâs surprisingly smooth texture is one of the first things that he notices. At first glance, itâs just like any other Wyvern-egg heâs transported before; and yet, in the back of Kyleâs mind, there was something.... else to this egg.
As if he could feel the Monster calling out to him from within its protective shell, only waiting for a Rider to bestow it their blessings and allow it to awaken into this world.
âI- âŠ.is this normal?â
His fingers now shivering, he places his entire hand on the egg, frightened yet amazed how small his hand is compared to the massive egg. The Rider gives him a look that Kyle canât quite place.
âI feel like-... this little guy wants to come out...?â
Before he knows it, Kyle is protectively clutching the egg to his chest; holding onto it just a little tighter than onto the ones during his transport-quests. The Rider and Ratha lead the way out of the Monsterâs den, practically shielding him from the hungry eyes of the predators waiting in their path.
On the flight back to Kuan, Kyle could swear that his kinship-stone was pulsating with life.
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â....is this really necessary?â
Back in the village, their first stop was the stables. And under the watchful eye of the Felyne running the stables, Rider and Hunter were preparing to hatch the little Monstie.
The egg âa pulsing fanged Wyvern, as Kyle now knew- was placed in a little nest, and Kyle could think it was staring at him from beneath the shell.
The Rider doesnât bother answering, instead handing him a stick, with which they âto Kyleâs horror- performed something apparently referred to as âDance of the tribeâ, a ritual meant to pray for a healthy Monstie to hatch from an egg. Though, Kyle wasnât entirely sure if they were just fucking with him, or if it was a legit ritual back on Hakolo-island.
Though, he doubted heâd have time to fly back to Mahana-village and ask the chief for confirmation before his Monstie hatched, and... something told him that he didnât want to miss this.
And so, with the utmost raise of his eyebrow Kyle could possibly muster, he gingerly reached for the stick.
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By the time he was done, his face bright red and radiating more warmth than the oven inside his house, the egg hadnât budged. Other than the soft cackle of the fire and Kyleâs tense breathing, the stables were silent, everyoneâs eyes fixed on the egg... before suddenly, it shuddered with life.
Kyle, utterly overwhelmed with the situation, could only stare helplessly as the egg started to crack, pieces of the shell starting to fall off and revealing tiny spots of blue fur. Though, the Rider is quick to help; promptly instructing him to hold his kinship-stone towards the egg.
âTo help it hatch,â they explained, their eyes practically glazed over with excitement. But hell, in comparison to Kyle, that was nothing. There might have even been tears in his eyes, he didnât know- not even if they were from excitement or fear.
His kinship-stone starts to glisten in a bright blue light; heâd probably be scared if he hadnât seen this during his battles with the Rider. The shell continues to crack open, tiny pieces falling off, until the egg shattered with a burst of life, a shrieking roar piercing the tense atmosphere of the stables.
As Kyle is face to face with the little Monstie, his throat starts to tighten.
âA Tobi-Kadachi! What a fine little Meownster,â the Felyne purrs as the Monster looks up at Kyle with âsurprisingly- innocent-looking eyes.
Instinctively, something in Kyle wants to reach for his bow- thank the sapphire-star he took it off after entering the village. A tingling heat starts to spread throughout his body; the first hints of adrenaline starting to pump into his blood stream. Heâs reminded of the piercing roars of the adults heâs encountered during his hunts, of their bursts of electricity when they glide through the trees and pounce onto their prey.
A bead of sweat collects on his brow; and as always, the Rider seems to notice. Calmly, they appear at his side, taking his clammy hand into theirs and holding it out- that way, Kyle can clearly see how his fingers shake.
The tiny Monster curiously looks at his hand; and just like that, his eyes squeeze shut and Kyle finds himself praying that the little creature is more interested in sniffing him than chewing his fingers off- at least until he feels something soft press up into his palm.
Upon forcing his eyelids open, he sees this newborn Monster rub its unbelievably tiny head against his palm, the smallest chirps coming out of its throat, and the Rider- they carefully let go of his hand, grabbing a hold of the other one and guiding it towards the Monster-âŠ. No, guiding it towards his Monstie and-
The Tobi-Kadachi, this freshly hatched creature; it outright jumps into his arms- a poor attempt at gliding, it seems, and just like that, Kyleâs instinct to reach for his bow is replaced by the instinct to catch the Monster and-
By the gleeful little churr it makes once its settled in Kyleâs arms, he promptly finds himself nuzzling his face into soft fur. Still utterly overwhelmed by the idea of this tiny creature being his Monstie, but as he looks into the Wyvernâs big eyes, so full of innocence and wonder, he suddenly feels very much like he- no, they can do this.
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Ateez reacting to their s/o crying in front of them for the first time
⊠Genre: Fluff, a little bit angsty.
⊠Pairing: OT8.
⊠Word count: 3K4.
⊠Requested: Yes, thank you! đŠ
HONGJOONG
It had been 2 weeks since you had nonstop these hating comments on every social media. Your friend and Hongjoong warned you that the beginning will be hard, but you never imagine it would be like this. Before sleeping, you did your best to delete most of the meanest comments because you didn't want Hongjoong to be upset. To reassure yourself, you were telling every day that it would stop someday, but you were wrong. It was worse the next days. Just to enjoy your boyfriend's presence, you went to his studio. He would be busy, but his presence was enough for you. That's the only thing you wanted right now.As he was adding another beat on his production, you were deleting the comments again. Every time you tried to suppress one, another one came up. It overwhelmed you more than you imagined.
"I'm almost done babe! After that we can go watch our movie." Said Hongjoong, turning his chair around. His heart missed a beat when he saw tears sliding from your red eyes. His smile faded quickly. Your boyfriend immediately stood up and kneeled just next to you. "What's wrong? Did you hurt yourself?" Of course, when you heard that, you busted in tears, sobbing crazily. Hongjoong was shocked and confused to see you crying like this. In fact, he never seen you crying. "Y/N, look at me." He whispered, holding your hand. Despite your blurry vision, you stared right at him. "What's wrong?" He repeated. "What's ruining my usual sunshine's mood?" You took your time to explain the situation; that you are wasting your time on deleting a thousand of comments per day. You added that reading them, made your feel really insecure. "It's really hard Jong..." you sobbed, your lips shaking. "I'm sorry that you went through all of this, alone." He lifted himself a bit to hug your little figure. Face buried on his hoodie, you just gave it up and cried again. "The company is protecting me, but no one does it for you. Iâve failed." He patted your back, trying to comfort you as he could. "I'm really sorry Y/N." He whispered. You stayed at least 15 minutes in his arms, gripping the hem of his hoodie like your life depended on it. Hearing you being so sad made Hongjoong realize how much you suffered and kept everything for yourself. "You won't be alone anymore. We are going to find the perfect solution, so you won't get hurt once again. Okay?" You nodded, making him slid his hand on the back of your head to keep you closer. "Everything will be okay love." You ignored if it was your boyfriend's warm presence or the tears you finally let out, but you felt so much lighter.
SEONGHWA
"Okay babe. Are you ready?" Asked Seonghwa, face buried behind a history book. "I think I should study a bit more." You replied. "But you've done this the whole week. I'm sure you are ready." He smiled. Not sure of yourself, you shrugged. "Let's give it a try then." The next week, you needed to pass the most important exam of your entire life. Compared to an "idol life", it's like the last audition which will determine if you can debut or not. The one you are not supposed to fail. That's why you set and organized a complete and strict revisions schedule since these past weeks. To be honest, it had been pretty intense, and you were pretty exhausted now. "So, first question from when lasted the 2nd World War?" "1940 to 1945?" You replied not sure of yourself. "1939 to 1945." Rectified Seonghwa. Good. 1st question and already one mistake. "Next one: in which year did the USA joined the WII?" You knew this date; you had an entire sheet on it. So why the answer wouldn't come out? "19-" you paused, thinking hard about the answer. "Y/N, we studied together this date and this chapter." Said Seonghwa, trying to help you. Mad at yourself, you closed your notebook and buried your head in your arms. "Y/N-" "I don't remember!" Your voice cracked and your shoulders started to shake. "I'm useless and stupid!" Seonghwa was surprised to see you like this. You were not the type of person to cry. In 1 year and a half of relationship, he never saw you cry. "Just let me fail this exam!" You sobbed, tears dripping o the blue ink of your notebook. "Y/N. You are one of the smartest people I know." Whispered your boyfriend resting his head just next to yours. His arm was wrapped around your shoulders. "You just worked and studied so much these weeks that your brain needs a break." "I have so many chapters and topics to learn." You sniffled, lifting up a bit, but to hide your face behind your hand. "You are having a mental breakdown babe. Just take a break you won't fail." Seonghwa's voice was affecting you in the right way. You could feel yourself calming a bit, but the stress was always there. "Let's watch TV for the rest of the night so tomorrow you can focus back on your task." "But I need to study." You wiped your tears with your shirt. "If you continue today, you won't remember anything tomorrow. That's what you want?" You shook your head. "Good. Then let's go watch a movie. I'll order a pizza." "Thank you." You whispered, still sniffling.
YUNHO
You had a pretty mad argument with a close friend. You couldn't even call her this way because what she did was wrong. In a short resume, she hangs out with your other friend's crush. The worst part was that she never apologized or realized that her actions were bad and could hurt someone else. So, since this day, you've been pretty alone. The trio you formed with your friend was over. Nobody talked on the group chat like you usually do. Your girl trip was cancelled, and you had no choice but to accept it and cancel all the reservations you've done. It could be childish and ridiculous to be sad over a friendship but it as a particular one for you. They were the first ones to talk to you when you arrived in Korea. The language barrier never had been an issue. Thanks to them you improved more than you could imagine. When you had an argument with Yunho, they were the first ones to get you out, just to change your mind. How could a good friendship finish so badly? "Y/N? Are you listening to me?" Asked Yunho, sitting on the couch next to you. "Huh sorry, I was deep in my thoughts." You smiled shyly. "It is because of-" started Yunho. "Don't." You stopped him straight. "Don't pronounce their names." Your boyfriend was staring at you. He never thought it would affect you so much. "I tried my best to stay strong," you sighed. "But i can't lie to you. This is pretty hard." "Babe..." "I've been with them for so long. A bit like you and the guys." You smiled sadly, thinking about the old and good times. "They were my family here, in South Korea. Yunho was looking at the decomposition of your face. You were completely devastated. "I miss them so much." You finally let out, head bending, and eyes closed to avoid tears to fall. "I'm sure it will be fixed soon." Whispered Yunho, ignoring what to do. A light laugh escaped your lips. "Nothing will be the same, and it's better if we stay apart." Your boyfriend was secretly thinking the same thing. It was a pretty good issue. He left his thoughts when you whined of sadness before sniffling for the third time. What to do? What do you need? He never saw you like that. You always said that you hated to cry. It makes you feel weak. "Do you want a hot chocolate? I know you like." He offered. "If you don't mind, I really need a hug right now." You stared at him; face completely wet. "Yes of course." He didn't hesitate and pulled you closer to him. He assumed that you felt better because you cried a bit more. Losing friends can be really painful sometimes. Yunho hoped that you would be okay. He would be there every time you need someone to talk with. However, at the same time he hoped to never see you crying again. That was too painful for him to look at your usual bright face, changing into a sad one.
YEOSANG
Yeosang's phone buzzed on his pocket. He stared at the clock hanging on the wall. 11 PM. By that, he guessed that you were calling him because you missed him. Without waiting any longer, he sat down on the floor and picked up. ["Hello!] You waved at the screen. ["Hey boo! What's up?"] He asked, fixing his hair at the same time. ["I miss you."] You pouted. ["It's been pretty hard to catch up these times."] Yeosang's scratched his nape, nervously. ["Yeah... We've been busy 24/7. I can't tell when the last time was, I had enough time for myself."] ["Keep some time for you. It's important."] You replied, looking at his little dark circles. ["I will try to-"] ["Hello Y/N!"] Waved San, appearing on the screen. ["It's daytime for you?] You smiled at him. He was always so energized. ["Hello San! And yeah, it's 3PM here."] ["Can you let me talk to my girl in peace? I can't do it often already!"] Scolded Yeosang gently, flickering San's forehead. At this comment, you felt all the emotions and feelings you kept during these 7 months, submerging you. Before you could realize it, a tear escape of your eye, followed by another one. ["Yeah yeah! Leave us alone!"] he pushed San out of the screen. ["So, what you- Y/N? Are you crying?"] His face approched the screen phone really fast. ["Oh!"] You said, surprised. ["I didn't even notice."] You chuckled sniffling. ["What's wrong. It's the first time I see you crying."] Asked Yeosang, worried something bad happened. ["Nothing. This week had just been stressful, and I really miss you."] You looked up to suppress the other tears to come. ["We are going yo see each other soon I promise."] He said, feeling mad to be so far away from you. ["Sorry, I didn't plan to cry like a baby 'in front' of you."] You air quoted. ["It's just so hard Yeosang."] Your voice cracked, causing your boyfriend to feel sorry. ["I promise we will see each other faster than what you think."] You nodded, still avoiding looking at him. ["Don't cry Y/N. I hate seeing you like this."] He sighed. Forbidden you to cry made you do it even more. You put down the phone so he could only see your ceiling. ["It's okay. I'll calm down."] You said between 2 sobs. Yeosng was staring at the phone, hoping to see your smile back. ["I want to see you."] ["I look terrible."] You positioned the phone back, wiping the bottom of your eyes. ["No. You look like Frankensteinâs wife."] He teased you. ["So, you are Frankenstein?"] You giggled. ["Ouch, you got me."] You laughed at his disbelieving face. Yeosang was the only one who could make you cry, and in the next minute, make you laugh crazily.
SAN (â ïžthis one can be a little bit triggering since itâs mentioning the lockdown)
"Finally! Some time for myself!" Claimed San, holding your hand tighter. "Since a long time, he had or find an empty time on his schedule and rushed to spend time with you. San invited you at the restaurant and for a quick walk before heading back to the dorm. No matter how hard you tried to stay focus on your boyfriend and the conversation, you zoned out time to time. San ignored what was bothering you. The lockdown had been pretty hard for you and your mental health. You lost your self-esteem and didn't find anymore any good compliments for yourself. For several months, you documented yourself to find something which could lift your mood. Most of the time, you spent your day on TikTok, but it messed up more than it should. Thanks to San, he was the only one who avoided you to end depressed completely. He still ignored that you were going through a lot. You always acted like everything was totally fine. "I can't believe we are already in February." He looked at the stars. "Yeah." You smiled. "Time flies." "It's been almost 2 years that I've met you too!" He giggled. "I'm so lucky. Many girls would have run away with an idol as boyfriend." He started. "But not you! You are still here. The rock of our couple." More he was talking; more you were realizing that you were not that strong anymore. "I'm really lucky!" He repeated, kissing your hand lovely. You didn't have enough time to suppress the sob coming from your throat. You slapped your free hand on your mouth, even if you couldn't know if you were really crying, tears felt right on your fingers. "Y/N? Are you-" he stopped, realizing how stupid the question was? "What's happening baby?" The soft tone he used to talk, made you bust in cry a lot more. "Wow wow! Y/N, what is going on?" He asked, completely worried. You hesitated to tell him what was going on, but you couldn't let him with no information. "I'm just so done." You started. "So tired, so sad, so depressed, every fucking day." "Why?" You shrugged, picking a tissue of your pocket. "I don't know. I just feel like that. I want to be happy and strong again, but I'm always overthinking. It makes me doubt on everything." San pulled you in a warm and safe hug. He ribbed the back of your head to comfort you. "Don't worry. I will help you to pass this hard period." He whispered. "I really don't know what is going on with me and I don't like that." You added, tugging on his hoodie. "It's okay. Everyone goes through difficult moment. But Iâm here to help you. I will give you everything."
MINGI
Mingi got out of the sleeping state when he heard a sniffle. At first, he thought that he was dreaming. Even though his dream was completely crazy, no one was crying. He just let it out and tried to sleep completely. Until he heard another sniffling. This time Mingi cracked an eye. The room was plunged in the dark. Exactly like how he fell asleep. "Did you catch a cold?" Asked Mingi, with his deepest voice. No answer, but still the sniffling could be heard. "Y/N." He repeated a bit louder. His body was still facing the window so he couldn't see you. No answer. Mingi thought that you were deep in the sleep to not hear him. So, he sneaked his arm under the sheet to squeeze your leg. "Get up and take a medicine at least, bec-" He stopped when he had nothing to squeeze. Finally, he sat up and looked at your usual spot. Empty. The sheet was cold. So, you were probably awake since a long time. Mingi walked to the hallway, looking for any light or any shadow hid in the dark. When he saw the one coming from the bathroom, he rushed there. Without knocking, he entered making you jump by surprise. "What are you doing here? It's late!" He raised a brow. Feeling the tears coming back, you hid your face behind your hands. Mingi's face softened immediately. He turned you around, so you could look at him. Just by seeing you crying, he understood what was going on. "You saw the article?" He whispered. You nodded, your shoulders shaking at each sob, like a baby. "You should have told me that it made you sad." He pulled you in a warm hug, trying to comfort you. "How? We made a deal." You wrapped your arms around his waist. "This deal sucks if you end by crying like that." He kissed your forehead. "I just wanted to protect you from every crazy fans. But I had no idea, people would start assuming that I'm dating the entire world." "It's not your fault." You sobbed. "I accepted to hide our relationship too." "I'm going to fix it Y/N." Claimed Mingi. "I hate saying you like that. I've never seen you crying yet." You smiled shyly at him. He wasn't the best man on this earth, he barely knew how to comfort you, but he has this strong and safe aura. It was everything that matters. "Stop crying please. I hate that." He pouted. You wiped your eyes quickly and gave him a warm smile. "Thank you Mingi."
WOOYOUNG
You were sitting on the dance practice's couch, looking at your boyfriend and San joking around. It was not a big deal. The atmosphere was really good, and everyone was in the right mod. Except you. Why? Because you had a secret interview with the CEO and the group manager. They made you understand that your relationship with Wooyoung was prohibited. It's been 3 years that you were dating, and they never had a problem. Until the group gain more and more attention and that journalist were following them around. One of them already threatened KQ to reveal an article few days before the comeback, just to ruin it. That's why, while the group was singing and dancing along, you were slowly getting sadder. To not ruin the mood, you got up and exited the room. The more natural possible. Even though you thought that nobody spotted your sudden sadness, Seonghwa noticed that something was wrong. And since you put a foot in the room. "Wooyoung." "Yeah?" "You should check after Y/N. I feel like something is off." He said. "She just probably went to restroom." He shrugged. "No, something is really wrong." Insisted Seonghwa. Without saying anything, Wooyoung rushed out of the room. He didn't last long to find you. His heart missed a beat when he saw your face. Tears were storming on your cheeks. Your nose was running, and your entire body was shaking also. He stayed there, without moving at all. Wooyoung never saw you this way and he was completely freaking out. His brain finally functioned again when you started to choke, hands on your chest. "Babe babe! Calm down." He kneeled in front of you, embracing you as much as he could. "I'm here. Calm down." He repeated. You gripped the back of his shirt, still completely devastated. Wooyoung rubbed the back of your head. Your face as buried on the crook of his neck. "Baby. Breathe." He whispered. Your boyfriend never asked once why you were crying. He stayed 30 minutes, in the same position, waiting for you to finally calm down. The most important think was you to be 100% ready to talk about it. "No matter what, I'm here." You are not alone."
JONGHO
The room was plunged in the dark. A light flame coming from the center of the table was lighting things around you. It been 2 hours that you were sitting there. Your eyes were locked o the big window, which is usually help the moon reflection to enter in the apartment. Your entire house was quiet. But you were annoyed by the loud noise coming from your mind thoughts. Jongho has left since this afternoon. Just after, probably one of the biggest argue you ever had. "Oh, you are so annoying! You know what? I'm leaving." This sentence was stuck in your throat. Jongho was really mad this time and was probably not ready to forgive you. Your head lifted up when you heard footsteps in the hallway. You prayed and hoped that your fiancé was coming back home. But few seconds later, the neighbor's door slammed and resonated in your ears. At the edge of a mental breakdown, your lips started to shake, and your eyes were getting itchy because of the tears forming in your eyes. Quickly, a sob escaped of your lips. Followed by another one. Before you could realize it, you busted in tears, crying loudly. All of your fear and pain stuck in your head, made you cry. Your dog, not understanding the situation, put his head on your lap, trying to comfort you. "Y/N!" Your heart missed a bit when you heard Jongho's voice. For a short second, you thought that you were dreaming. But your boyfriend was really standing there, hands full of your favorite restaurant food. In no time, you gently pushed your dog and rushed to Jongho. Arms wrapped around his waist, you felt like living again. He couldn't answer to your hug or otherwise he would drop the food, but you felt like his warm aura around you. "Ah," he smiled. "I might have been a little bit too harsh with you. It's the first time I see you crying." "You are dumb." You sobbed, still wrapped around him. I really thought you left." "Aye, come on. I can never do that." Probably because of the relief, you cried even more. "You are acting like a strong and independent woman but here you are, sobbing like a baby." He kissed your head. "I hate you." You replied. "Yeah. I love you too." He giggled.
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Hi!! I'm not the one who requested "prioritizing happiness" but I really loved it! Can I request part 2, time skip where they meet again and go back together because they couldn't stop loving each otherđ„ș. Also, thank you so much, I'm in love with your accountâ„ïžâ„ïž
omg!! i would love to write a part 2 for prioritizing happiness! :)
part one can be found here
warnings: slight angst
miyuki kazuya x reader
prioritizing happiness (pt. 2)
itâs been years since then.
itâs been years since you left that door, forever leaving the man you once called the love of your life, behind. yet it was the only thing that remained on the back of your mind every single day; youâve graduated college, got an amazing job, yet when youâre reminded of the events that took place, your feelings came crashing back on you all over again. youâve had your fair shares of relationships throughout the years, and even an engagement, but you couldnât devote yourself to anyone when you were still thinking about miyuki.
and you wonât lie, you self indulge by watching the mlb just to see the pretty boy take his place as the best catcher. no matter what happened in the past, he was coolest when he was on the field, and those burning eyes is one of the things you loved most about him. which is why one of your coworkers offered you a ticket to the game this weekendâ everyone knew how you kept up with the mlb (more than anyone ever did in your workplace) and you were in no position to deny.
ây/n! do you want this extra ticket to the game this weekend? i donât really keep up with baseball, and iâm not sure who else i should give it to.â as much as you wanted to refuse out of embarrassment, you were quite intrigued into watching a game in personâ not to say, but it also gave you an opportunity to see him again. itâs not like heâd notice you amongst the crowd of a thousand people, so watching it from afar wouldnât hurt, right?
âi mean sure, if no one else wanted it.â your coworker handed the ticket to you, your eyes lightly shining at the piece of paper in your hands. your heart was beating so fast, too excited before the game even started. âthank you so much for this,â you said, bowing to them.
your coworker chuckled, âglad it didnât go to waste! enjoy your time.â
soon enough, the weekend came by and you were standing in front of the entrance of koshien stadium where the game was being held. you were nervous, and you didnât get as much sleep the night before due to the jitters. and out of paranoia of bumping into miyuki, you wore a cap, sunglasses, and a mask as a disguise. you facepalmed at yourself in your head, maybe i shouldnât have came..
but it was too late for that as you were already ambling your way up the bleachers, taking a seat around the middle area. you had a couple snacks packed and a huge bottle of water as it was pretty hot today. left and right were hundreds of people, and you even saw a group of high schoolers with miyukiâs face on their shirts. you chuckled and turned to the centre where you saw the players go to their proper dugouts, and without even knowing, you were trying to look for a certain someone.
and there he was, putting on his gear and chatting with his teammates. heâs gotten a little more mature, his features a bit more prominent and his undercut shaved. you could hear the drums of your heart through your ears as you saw miyuki walk onto the field. all the people starting cheering on his appearance, and you couldnât help but smile too under your mask. the announcer went in between the two teams and yelled, âbow! let the game begin!â
the day went by and soon the bright blue skies were replaced by the oranges of the sunset. the game was so close and so intense that you had to get up a couple times, but nevertheless miyukiâs team won.Â
you stayed behind, watching the people leave the stadium. you felt so nostalgic, reminiscing about the times you would watch miyukiâs games back in high school. you inhaled the air of the empty stadium, taking off your hat, sunglasses, and mask. the breeze was slightly chilly, but it felt nice as it went through the roots of your hair. you closed your eyes, focusing onto that sentiment of the old days. âah, to go back..â you said into the winds, letting the weather relax your whole being.
ây/n, is that you?â
what..?
that familiar voice. that familiar feeling. that familiar everything; it all came rushing back by the second of that moment. your heartbeat was getting loud again, and your head felt hazy, not knowing what to do. you opened your eyes towards the sound that called your name, and there he was, standing right in front of you.Â
âkazuya?â
ây/n, what are you doing here?â miyuki asked, dropping his bags below him. he couldnât believe it eitherâ couldnât believe that you were here again right in front of him. if you thought you couldnât get rid of the thought of the things that happened, then you should take a look at him, because he thought about you every second of the day; during his practices, during his gamesâ not a minute passed by when he wasnât thinking of you.
your breath got caught in your throat, fearing that this wouldâve happened; maybe not this exact situation, but bumping into him. âhey kazuya,â you croaked, a lump forming in the core of your throat.
âyou came to watch the game?â he quietly questioned, taking a seat next to you. he ran his fingers through his hair and took a deep breath.Â
âuh, yeah. my coworker had an extra ticket and i figured why not..â you replied, feeling awkward. you fidgeted in your seat, a clear indication that you werenât sure what to do from here. did you even want to talk to miyuki? what were you even supposed to say?
âwhat are you doing here, kazuya?â you asked, âshouldnât you be heading home?â
he replied, âi usually like sitting in the empty stadium after each game. it brings me back to the old days.â
and there it was again, that awkward silence that acted as a barrier between the two of you. your head started to hurt, and you started to think about all the memories you had with him. shit.
ây/n-â
âyou played well, kazuya,â you said, interrupting him. you got up and packed your things, wanting to leave before you started to yearn for more than you should. if you didnât get out, who knows what could happen? âi need to get going. good job today, kazuya. take care.â but before you could even get past him, he grabbed your arm and turned you around, his grip tightening on your wrist.
âkazuya! what are you doingââ
and with that, he roughly places his lips on yours, causing your knees to be weak and tremble with anxiety. he wrapped his arm around your waist, giving you support so you wouldnât fall, and kissed even deeper into your own pair. shocked, you push him off, wiping the wetness of his lips with your hand.
âwhat was that for, idiot?!â you exclaimed, panting. the shadow of miyukiâs hair casted over his eyes, âi still love you, y/n.â he whispered, not looking up at you. but it was barely even audible, so you replied with a, âwhat? what did you say?â
then, miyuki looked up at you, his brown orbs burning with sensation. the same pairs that you loved so deeply. it caught you off guard, but you held your stance, waiting to repeat what he said.
âi still love you, y/n, and i never stopped. not after that day, not after we graduatedâ iâm so fucking in love with you still and i donât know how to stop.âÂ
your eyes widened, not registering what he just said. he still loves me? âcut the crap, kazuya..â
ây/n, i was a stupid high schooler who didnât know any better,â miyuki continued, âbut gosh, i never thought iâd see the day where iâd run into you again.â
beads of tears started to form in the corner of your eyes, mixed with emotions that you didnât understand yourself. were you happy? angry? irritated? well, whatever it was, you couldnât hold it in, and you could only move forward with it.
âkazuya..â you mumbled, âkazuya iââ
âyou donât have to answer, but i never stopped loving you y/n, and this just confirms it even more. you standing here right in front of me just makes me not want to let go.â
sigh, whatâs there to lose anymore? youâre all heâs got, and the same went for you.
as the water began to run down your cheeks, you hugged him, burying your face into his shoulder. âi never stopped loving you either, kazuya. i never stopped thinking about you.â
miyukiâs heart pumped, looking at your figure perfectly fitted into his. he felt his shirt getting wet from your tears and felt the slight shivers you were giving off. he slowly wrapped his arms around you, getting a good embrace on your body. ây/n.. iâm so sorry for what happened before. i am so so sorry.â you nodded instead of speaking, too afraid to sound like an idiot when you were crying so hard. you hugged him tighter, a sign to tell him that it was okay, and that all that mattered was that he was there.
on the field he was the pretty boy catcher, miyuki kazuya, but on the outside he was now yours again; i mean, he always was yours.
âiâll never let you go again, y/n. i promise. letâs talk about this at my place.â
EPILOGUE
âkazuya, iâm home!â you yelled, entering the threshold of your shared home with the love of your life. kazuya peeked out of the kitchen, wearing an apron and holding your little boy koya.
âdinnerâs almost ready.â kazuya said, putting koya down. âthis little guyâs been helping me in the kitchen.â your son ran up to you, going straight into your arms where he snuggled into your chest. you picked him up and swung him around, making his glasses fall just on the tip of his nose. you giggled and placed a kiss on his soft cheek, âkoyaâs been helping dad to cook? how sweet.â you teased, putting on his glasses properly. âpretty boy koya.â
a sudden wave of joy washed over you, content of the peak of your life. having a beautiful family, having an amazing job, all while spending it with the person you loved most. love hurts, and it uses a lot of our tears and brings out the worst; yet it is so beautiful, and in the end if it was meant to be, it will be.
âi love you, kazuya.â
âmm, i love you too.â
I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS SEQUEL, ANON! i was planning to keep prioritizing happiness just as one part, but i got carried away with this. i enjoyed writing this, thank you :)
also update: finished the daiya anime! i am empty.
#diamond no ace#daiya no ace#dna#daiyadaily#daiya x reader#diamond no ace x reader#kazuya miyuki#miyuki kazuya#miyuki x reader#miyuki kazuya x reader#kazuya miyuki x reader#kominato haruichi#kuramochi youichi#sawamura eijun#i love him#seido
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tape 5: play
Pairing: Zhong Chenle x reader
Themes: angst, ex! au, college-ish au, small town au. It goes back and forth a lot
Warnings: heavy angst, bittersweet ending, swearing, its very sad, chenle is a jerk
Wc: 6k
Playlist: 2 kids by Taemin, Gone by RosĂ©, Instagram by Dean, I still do by Why Donât We, Believed by Lauv
Taglist: @danishmiilk @channoticedmeuwu @chicksung @1-800-seo @blueprint-han @jenosslut @cupidluvstarrz @kkakkdugi @sweetlyjaem @vera-liscious @leetaeyonglover @kunrengui @unknown5tar @kisshim @intokook @mrkcore @coco-riki
Summary: A year after your boyfriend moved away, you find yourself sitting in your room with five tapes, earphones, a cassette player and what you hoped, and feared, was closure.
Authors Note: hello! this fic was supposed to be a small blurb but then i got inspired and lo and behold its a full fledged fic! I canât believe I wrote this in two days sdfjfjkfjk. Feedback would be very much appreciated for this, since Iâve never written anything like this before ;-;
Midtown, almost got a place out of midtown, Instead I took a plane out of this town, And missed out on usÂ
~
It was a sunny Saturday morning, as you pulled into your driveway, coming back from the store.Â
Parking the car and getting the bags, you walked up to the door, knocking it and waiting. You were met with your motherâs smiling face as she took one of the bags of groceries from you.
You lived in a small sleepy town, and attended the college there as well, which meant you still stayed with your parents. You were fine with that, you liked living there, and you could forgo the stress and anxiety of having to re adjust to a new place.
This was your home. It always had been.
Of course, you had been on holidays to other places, you had visited the other town, but when it came to it, you had always found yourself back where you started. There was no other place for you, there never would be.
It was the truth, but it held something bitter.
Then again, you had enough going on already, with being in your freshman year, straight out of high school, college life was very different. You had been to a total of two parties so far, courtesy of your best friendâ Liaâ dragging you with her.Â
You had enjoyed them, but it wasnât something you would voluntarily participate in again.
The workload was something that had definitely changed, bogged down with mandatory lectures and assignments, tests popping up like a bad smell, you had more than enough to occupy you.
âSomething has arrived for you!â Your mother said, almost excitedly, âItâs on the table.â
You helped her put away the groceries, walking to your living room, eyes falling on the package sitting on the table. It was somewhat shabbily wrapped, with tape haphazardly stuck on it to keep it together, and a tag pasted on the top.
Picking it up, you pass it from your right hand to your left, feeling its weight, reading the little tag. It held your address, your name and another name you hadnât seen in almost a year.
Your mind ran at a hundred miles per minute, wondering why it was here, why his name was on it. It made no sense to you.
âDarling? Are you okay?â
Your mothers voice snapped out of your reverie, nodding slowly, âIâll be in my room, finishing off a projectâ, you said carefully, trying not to show any sort of emotion as you climbed up the stairs of your house, two at a time, making sure not to drop the package.
Closing the door, you place it on your bed, reading over the tag again, a bitter taste filling your mouth. A name you hadnât thought of in a year coming back now. It was so random, so absolutely unnecessary.
You curled your fingers around the messy brown paper, tearing it open as your mind reeled. The crackling sound filled the silence as the contents of it make itself known to you.
A shoebox.
Itâs dusty, a dark blue colour with a line of red running at its side. There were two holes on either end, lined with metal piping and you could just about make out the nike symbol on the top. You brushed your hand over it, the dust coming off easily and sticking to your fingers.
Why would he send you this?
His name sticks out on the tag like a sore thumb, reminding you of what you lost, mocking you. Always content with where you are, hmm? His voice comes back, as clear as day. Itâs as if heâs standing there, giving you his chesire cat grin as he spoke the words.
Zhong Chenle.
Lifting the lid off the box, youâre thrown into confusion. A cassette player, a pair of earphones, and five tapes. Picking up the player, you smile briefly at the dramatic set up. He couldâve called you, or sent a message, so why did he take the pains of sending you something as old and unnecessary as this?
Then again, it had been a year since he stopped picking up your calls, since you stopped trying to call him. A year since all contact had been cut off, as if he had never existed in the first place.
Sometimes you wondered if Chenle had been a hallucination. An imaginary friend.
Friend.
The questions filter in. Why? It had been a year, so why had he sent you this now? You had finally told yourself you were over it, that you didnât need an answer, but somehow as soon as you did that, you found yourself sitting in your room on your bed with what could be it.
The tapes were numbered in permanent marker in his messy handwriting, from one to five, indicating the order in which they were to be listened to in. You picked up the first, slotting it in the player and waiting.
You didnât know what you were waiting for.
You pressed play. There was crackling, but only for a moment, until it went silent. Maybe this was all a mistake, maybe this wasnât even happening. Maybe-
i] tape 1: you deserve to hate me
Hey
His voice cut through your spiraling thoughts as you froze in place. He sounded the same as you last heard him, a little muffled due to the recording but the same. At the same time he sounded like a stranger. There was silence for a moment again, before he spoke up.
This is stupid isnât it?
You felt the urge to answer, but your mouth went dry. It had been so, so long, and even though you had adequate time to get over him, it suddenly felt as if you were treading unfamiliar territory once again.Â
I-I donât know why Iâm doing this. I think itâs because I feel so horrible, I need an outlet. I guess speaking it into existence and recording it makes is my outlet. Making it all real.
But thatâs fucking terrifying.
You donât think youâre following, confused once again.Â
Y/n
You hear him take a deep breath right after your name, and it sends a chill down your spine, hearing him say your name once again. You had almost forgotten how it sounded.
I donât know if youâll ever hear this, or listen to it. If you donât Iâll actually be glad. You donât deserve to, Iâve been a jerk to you. Iâm sorry. I hope you hate me, I definitely deserve it.
Iâm moving in two months.
The realization hits you, this had been recorded a year ago as well, two months before he left without a word or warning. It was old, he was here when he recorded it.
You didnât quiet know how you felt, not yet anyways.
And you wonât know until Iâm gone.
Iâm moving to Korea, and I refuse to tell you, even if it makes me the bad guy, even if it feels worse, because thatâs my dream.Â
I got signed by a record label after sending them that demo I did âremember it? We both went to the studio together, you listening outside as I sang. You were right by my side, all the time.
Except now when I record this, except when I leave.Â
I refuse to tell you, because the moment I do I know itâll be real, realer than it is now as I say it. I donât want to see the look on your face when I say Iâm going, I know itâll make me want to stay, but I donât want to stay.
You knew exactly what he was talking about, you could recollect that day clearly. There was a small studio a little outside the town. That day, he had booked it for two hours to record a demo, his singing mentor with him and you tagging along.
It had always been like that, the two of you against the world, until, of course he left.
I physically canât stay, I hate it here Y/n. Itâs not for me, I want to get out, that had always been the plan. I want to get out and be free, I want to achieve my dreams. Maybe itâs selfish, maybe I donât deserve a minute more of your time, but I want it all.
Thatâs why Iâm not going to tell you âso I can have it all, at least until I donât have you.
But you, you donât deserve this, do you? Of course you donât, but I suppose youâre the one with the shitty luck, youâre the one who ended up with me and now Iâm going to hurt you.Â
He laughs a dry, breathy laugh. It was half hearted, as if he was trying to get himself to believe the situation was funny.Â
Itâs not your fault I-fuck Iâm sorry.
You heard a click and the tape died off, he had stopped recording there. The first tape was finished, and honestly, you didnât know how to react. One part of you wanted to feel nothing, you wanted to put the player and the five tapes back into the box and send them away, or lock them in your closet to never find them again.
But the other part of you wanted to know more. You wanted to know how he felt, what went through his mind during that time. You wanted to know just how you lost Chenle, the first boy you ever loved.
Suddenly you felt overwhelmed, vulnerable almost. It was as if someone had opened up an old wound and left it open.
You got to your feet abruptly, pulling the earphones from your ears and dropping them on your bed, taking a step away and blinking rapidly. You couldnât get caught up in the past, you couldnât put yourself through that again.
But it was hard when the past was in your present.
Wasted, and all of my regret, I can taste it, If I had a time-machine, I would take it, And make it back to us
~
That night you couldnât sleep.
The box sat on your desk, right next to your laptop, staring at you. You turned around on your bed, looking the other way, only to be met with the white of the walls.
You never liked the colour white.
It was too plain, too open for interpretation. It never had a solid answer. You liked stability, you wanted something permanent. You were the type of person that needed that reassurance.
Perhaps thatâs why you were happy where you were, you didnât find the appeal in starting over, because that meant nothing was certain. You stayed where you were because everything was already laid out for you.
It was like a colouring book in your little town, the lines all set out, everything drawn for you. Change meant you had to sketch everything from scratch. What if you messed up?
Needless to say, it was a good thing you werenât an art major.
âThis is ridiculousâ, you whispered to yourself, sighing at the fact that you were now talking to yourself. You rolled over so that you were lying on your back, staring at the ceiling. The glow in the dark stars shone with their dull green light. You remember the day you had put them up, with Chenle.
You shared a lot of memories with him.
âFucking hellâ, you hissed, sitting up, swinging your legs off the edge of your bed and walking to your desk, sitting on the chair. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you picked up the second tape, inserting it in the player and putting the earphones on, waiting for it to begin.
ii] tape 2: milk before cereal
I know Iâm making some terrible decisions, I really do, but if thereâs one thing I stand by, its the fact that milk definitely goes before the cereal.
Why am I talking about this?
Well, because today you came over, Y/n, you came over and the two of us were watching a movie, and in the middle of it, you decided you wanted to have cereal, specifically frosted flakes.
So what do we do? We have cereal because I canât say no to you. Youâre welcome by the way, honestly, I deserve the boyfriend of the year award.
A moment of silence.
No I donât. I really donât.
You bit your lower lip, shutting your eyes. It was the way he switched, the way his demeanor changes so suddenly that made you want to scream. Sometimes it felt like he was telling a story, one you knew and loved.
Only for the next moment to bring you down to reality, reminding you that all stories don't have happy endings.
Anyways, we got the cereal and you objected when I put the milk first, saying that it was wrong, but how? In what way? Here me out Y/n, I shall tell you why Iâm right, even If Iâm not actually talking to you.
You couldnât help but scoff at this, shaking your head at Chenle. He had always had a flair for being dramatic in the littlest ways possible. It was endearing.
Putting the cereal first means it sits in the milk for longer! If you put the cereal last, you can have it crunchy! Isnât that ten times better? Unless youâre one of the devils spawn and like soggy cereal. If so Iâm hypothetically breaking up with you right here right now.
Ah...bad wording. I keep forgetting I have to break up with you. I donât want to, is that selfish?
You deserve the truth, if only I was strong enough to give it to you. Staying silent is so much easier.
Itâs not lying, not completely anyways. Iâm not lying if I donât tell you at all. I suppose itâs a half truth then, with the truth hidden in plain sight.Â
*click*
Lying. Thatâs what he did, even though he spent the last few minutes of the tape trying to justify it, he lied. He trampled all over your heart without a single warning.
You had trusted Chenle, having known him since you were thirteen. He had completely destroyed that trust. Something like that couldnât be fixed so easily, not even if he had sent you these tapes.
Then again, you didnât know why he sent them.
You retreated to your bed, turning away from the tapes, the words and memories they held, facing white once again.
You had met Chenle when the two of you were thirteen, in eight grade math. The boy was failing the class, and one day you found him sitting early morning in class, with his head in his hands as he groaned over some sort of equation.
You had offered to help, and the smile he gave was the brightest one you had ever seen, he was practically grinning from ear to ear. That was the beginning of your friendship, and the two of you were inseperable.
Ninth grade it was confirmed that the two of you were best friends, sitting together, complaining about teachers together, going places together so your parents didnât need to tag along.
In your last year of high school the two of you started dating, and when you had told your parents, they were ecstatic, confessing they had always thought the two of you would end up together.
He was always there for you, every time you needed him. You could give him a call and he would be outside your door. If you were feeling insecure or scared, he was always there to hype you up.
You had been best friends before, you were lovers then, and it was amazing. You loved everything about being with Chenle. You loved everything about him, from his toothy grin to his obnoxiously loud laugh.
You loved the way his eyes sparkled when he had an idea (which, for the most part, were absolutely terrible. Needless to say the two of you got in trouble a lot), when he sang for you when you stayed over, the way he would always make sure you were never cold.
You loved him.
It was written in the stars, you were meant to be, it was the perfect combination. Chenle was the right person for you- the perfect person.
A year later you woke up with him gone, no texts, no warnings. He had just gone, leaving you alone.
Right person, wrong time.
Monday came around sooner than you thought it would, the weekend passing in a blur as you walked out of your first class, spotting Lia leaning against the wall outside your class, scrolling through something on her phone.
She was an exchange student, not originally from your town, but had fit right in. Sometimes you wished you could be like that.
âOh! Youâre out! Listen, thereâs a party on Friday and youâre coming with meâ, she stated. It wasnât a request, it was a fact, you were to go with her. In her own words, âif I didnât exist youâd probably have no social life.â
To be fair, she wasnât wrong.
You nodded defeatedly, walking with her down the hallway, âI assume you want to go because of the cute new guy?â
She glared, but didnât refute your accusation, âHis name is Markâ, she said, âAnd that is none of your business.â
You snickered, âOh it so is, you like him donât you? Is this going to be another one of your crushes?â
Lia was notorious for having a new crush almost every week, being a very flighty person, her mind changed before you could even say her name. This was a bit of a problem, considering you went to her for advice a lot.
Her indecisive nature was not the best for that.
She rolled her eyes at this, âHeâs cute, why not? Wonder if I can get him to dance with me at the party. Youâre going to be my hype woman-â
âAnd the sober buddy?â
Lia ignored that.
âAlso thereâs this new singerâ, she said, handing you one of her earbuds, âapparently he came from here!â
Taking one of the earbuds, you were hit with a familiar voice. It sounded amazing honestly, catchy, everything a song needed, but it was the voice that hit you. You didnât even need to ask Lia for the singer, swallowing the lump in your throat and glancing at her phone, which confirmed your suspicions.
Filling with some sort of dread, your hands immediately went to hold your hand, specifically the bottom where the cassette player and the tapes were. You had been carrying them around with you, as if scared they would disappear if you left them alone.
âIsnât he good?â
You nodded, not daring to answer as you bit your lower lip, âHey Lili, I need to use the washroom so see ya laterâ, you said, handing her the earbud and taking off in the other direction, pushing open the doors to the washroom and getting into one of the stalls.
You had stalled listening to the next tape all Sunday, you didnât even know why, but hearing him sing, that fact that he had actually made it, it struck something in you. You wanted to feel proud of him, but all you felt was bitter.
Was it a coincidence that this new singer had come out- Chenle himself- right when you received the tapes?
Pushing the top of the toilet down, you took a seat, taking the player out and plugging in, you pressed play for the third tape, waiting for it to begin playing.
tape iii] ill miss our dates
Remember when we went for that field trip? Ninth grade? We sat in the back of the bus together avoiding the stares of our teachers when they told us to sit down?
Then they pulled us apart? Yeah, mean fuckers.
Anyways, thatâs not what I wanted to talk about, I just felt like reminiscing for a sec there, but today we went of a date! Well, I mean we got ice cream and then went to the park, but hey, it was fun.
You smiled. He had always jumped from one topic to another without any meaning to either. Sometimes it was a frustrating habit, (you had been on the receiving end of these useless conversations several times, which ended with you glaring at him exasperatedly), but for the most part, extremely comical.
Iâm going to miss that. Iâm going to miss you. Your little smile â have I ever told you just how pretty your smile is? Your eyes light up and crinkle at the sides and its something I donât think Iâll ever forget, even when Iâm gone.Â
You clutched the cassette player, marveling at the irony. He was talking about your smile, but why did you want to cry?
Itâs a month left now, and I want to make the most of it. Tomorrow Iâm taking you to the amusement part and then next week Iâm surprising you with dinner. I guess doing things for you âfor us â makes me feel better, like Iâm compensating.
You deserve the world Y/n, and I want to see that world while youâre happy where you are.
You donât deserve having to deal with me.
*click*
Your eyes burned, because you remembered each of those events. You had been so happy, so overjoyed at them. They burned with tears because there it was again, that reminder that you were destined to be stuck right where you were, because you were that idiot who was content.
But if someone, anyone, asked you at that very moment if you were happy, the answer wouldâve been an outright no.
1 YEAR AGO
~
âHey Chenle?â
âHmm?â
âWhy do you want to leave?â
The boy thought about this for a second, before smiling wistfully, âDonât you want to know how it is outside home?â
âBut everything I need is here.â
Your eyes held a question, you were genuinely baffled by his reasoning, the way he was so stuck of getting out. You studied your bewildered expression, shaking his head. âYouâre luckyâ, he said finally, âYou know exactly what you want.â
âOf course I donât, but I know what I need Chenle, and thatâs all around me.â
He shook away his other thoughts, âHey maybe weâll go exploring the world together some day.Â
You blinked, âYou want me there with you?â
He nodded, grinning widely, âI want to take you along, Imagine, itâll be fucking awesome, and hey this time there will be no teachers to separate us. We can even stand in the bus-if weâre taking a bus, that it.â
You laughed, âMaybeâ, you mused, looking back down at your phone, âWhile I donât exactly see the appeal, it would be fun to be with you.â
Chenleâs smile faltered, but he didnât let it fall completely, wrapping his arms around you and sighing, closing his eyes and whispering something just loud enough for you to hear.
âMaybe.â
Why did it feel this way?
Chenle was right- you didnât deserve this, you didnât deserve to feel this way at all. It had been a year, so why did it affect you?
Why was it all happening at once?
You clicked your tongue, eyeing the player with contempt. You felt pathetic for being curious, for still feeling so attached to old news. It wasnât as if it was going to change anything, so why?
Why did you still want to know?
Curiosity killed the cat. You wondered if knowing would somehow kill you.
No one was at home currently, so you sat in the living room on your couch. The items you were trying so hard to ignore were sitting on the small table in front of the couch, as if waiting for you to pick them up once again.
You wondered if you should tell Lia and ask her opinion about the situation. She may not be that helpful, but hell, she could help you burn the tapes if worse came to worse.
Sometimes you wished you had never met Chenle, that your history with him could be erased from your memories. You wished it never existed because fuck, it still hurt.
Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself and pressed play.
tape iv] firsts with you
Do you remember our first kiss?
We were eighteen, in my room, playing Jenga. That was a year ago, oh god, I canât even imagine, how has it been a year? You were wearing one of my shirts and jeans, your hair was in a ponytail. The two of us were sitting on the carpet on my floor.
You had successfully gotten one of the wooden pieces out of a risky area of the tower, but then it was my turn, it feel to the ground, destroyed.
I blamed you, and you laughed, and our banter continued. We argued and at one point I started tickling you to get you to shut up, because honestly-Jesus Christ Y/n youâre fucking stubborn.
Anyways I ended up on top of you and the two of us were laughing. You looked so pretty, hair messily scattered around your face as you attempted to get out of my hold.Â
I leaned down and kissed you.
Your throat closed up as he spoke. Your eyes stung and you raked your hand through your hair, biting down on your lower lip. The way he was speaking about it, as if he would do anything to go back, it struck something in you.
Because if you had the chance, you would go back as well.
You tasted like that strawberry chapstick you liked to wear. I could tell you were surprised, because you didnât kiss me back for a good two seconds âwhich, by the way sent me into a panic for a moment there.
But then you kissed me, and fuck, it was like everything had stopped. I couldnât think for a second, it was like the world had started spinning around me, and the only thing that was keeping me grounded, was you.
Was it supposed to hurt like this?
You sucked in a sharp breath, fingers fisted the material of your shirt as you tried keeping your composure. You didnât want to cry, but he was making it so, so hard for you.Â
You remembered how it felt when he kissed you, you were legitimately so confused, was he really kissing you? Your best friend, the boy you had loved quietly for so long, kissing you?
Chenle was your first kiss, and it was the most perfect first kiss you could have ever asked for, even if you were on the floor, with random Jenga blocks scattered around the two of you.
The smile you gave me after I pulled away, I wish I could remember it forever. It was goofy as you burst into giggles, and asked me, âWhat was that for?â
I blinked in surprise, wondering how you seemed so normal, when for me everything had changed. I had kissed my best friend, the one girl I care the most about.
I must have looked like a tomato oh god.
Instead of waiting for my to answer, you sat up, pulling me into another kiss. This time it was me who was unprepared. The kiss was messy, it had no structure or plan, but I realized in that moment, that I really liked kissing you, and I wanted to do it more often.
You became my girlfriend.
The wistful tone he was using was starting to affect you. You had loved Chenle, almost too much. You could almost feel that nostalgic happiness you felt that day when he kissed you for the first time, the disbelief and joy that wrapped around the two of you.Â
A wave of sadness followed that nostalgia.
Our first date was so fucking awkward. We were at that little cafe you loved, you ordered a cheesecake and I got a smoothie, and then we sat in silence for a good five minutes.
It really shouldnât have been that painful, considering we knew everything about each other already, then again that might be why it was awkward, I had nothing to ask you about.
So naturally I brought up school and that started it, the two of us complaining about the amount of assignments we had, and Mrs. Choiâs annoying squeaky voice- I swear to god that woman took a second for each word.
But I digress.
Slowly our conversation felt normal again, it was just us, eating cheesecake and drinking smoothies, together.
That wave of sadness crashed down upon you like a tsunami, trying to snuff you out. It felt like you couldnât breathe, you were struggling to keep yourself together. You were struggling to stay afloat, you had lost any leverage you had that was holding you up.
You couldnât fight the waves.
My flight is in two hours. Itâs four in the morning and weâre about to walk through the door and get to the airport, but I wanted to talk to you once again, even if weâre not really talking.
Iâm pathetic.
Youâre sleeping, in your bed at your home, you donât know Iâm going because Iâm the coward that refused to tell you the truth. Iâll be gone by the time you wake up and then youâll know.
Youâll know how much of a waste of time I was.
And then you were angry.
You were angry because he had no right to just come back into your life like this, no fucking right to make you cry. He wasnât even here, but somehow he had managed to make you fall apart just with his words, with his voice.
He had no right to tear your world apart, the little composure you had standing. You had finally accepted the fact that he was gone, you had moved on, and even tried to forget.
But here he was, making sure you could never forget.
You hated how selfish he was, how absolutely fucking oblivious. He had no clue, not even one as to how you felt when he just disappeared from your life, as if he never existed. He had broken you and here he was, breaking you again.
With trembling hands, you stopped the tape from playing any further, angry tears making their way down your face as you flung the player across the room. You had no intention of listening any further, you didnât want to, you didnât care.
Closure hurt more than him leaving.
You buried your head in your hands, letting yourself fall apart, but just this once.
tape iv] continued [unheard]
Iâm sorry Y/n. Iâm so fucking sorry.Â
You donât have to believe me, because Iâm leaving anyways, so I suppose that cancels out my apologies huh? Iâm the worst person you ever met. Iâm not stopping, Iâm not going to leave you a text.
Because I donât want to hurt you anymore.
Iâll be gone before we could ever be.
Shouldâve believed in us, while we existed, cuz now the whole things fucked, and just a figment of my imagination
~
Time heals all hurt, and reminders bring them back, cutting through your skin like a knife, making you bleed.
A week later, you found yourself sitting in your favorite cafe, the same cafe Chenle talked about in the last tape. You ordered a cheesecake and a smoothie, inserting the fifth and final tape into the player.
The last time you did this, you were left hurt and distraught, promising yourself you would never go back to listen to him again. You had put the shoebox in your closet, hiding it behind your clothes that hung from the rack.
Yet here you were.
You didnât bother finishing the fourth tape, you didnât see the need to.Â
This tape, you observed, was newer looking, with less scratches on the plastic, even the marker on the side looked more recent, a little rushed if you went into detail.Â
The cheesecake and drink arrived, and you took a bite, pressing play.
tape v] play
Hey.
He sounded a little different too, older perhaps. His voice was smoother, but he sounded unsure of himself. It sounded as if he was trying to figure out how to approach the topic. He was being cautious.
Itâs been a while. I...I donât know why Iâm doing this. Thereâs no point- youâre not even here. I found these stupid tapes yesterday in my dorm when I was cleaning out and gave them a listen.
Silence.
I envy you, Y/n. I wish I was like you, happy wherever I was. But Iâm not, and I probably caused you great unhappiness while trying to search for my own- but I was happy with you, so happy it was ridiculous.
I sabotaged that.
You sighed, realizing you felt nothing. You were tired of crying over Chenle, you were done doing that. Instead you felt empty, like you had been tired out, like it didnât matter anymore. At this point you were to get it over with, to finish it off on clean ending note.
My song comes out next week, and itâll be done. Iâve made it Y/n, Iâve gotten to where I wanted to be, the place I had worked so hard to get to. Iâve sacrificed so much for this and itâs all been worth it- except one thing.
I donât expect you to listen to my song, I just wanted to tell you. I..I hope youâre proud of me. Even if I was a jerk, I hope you can be proud, at least a little bit, because then Iâll have finally made it.
I miss you.
The same words are at the tip of your tongue, I miss you, I miss you so fucking much, but they never came out. They didnât have to, it would be useless. He would never hear them.
Instead, you swallowed them back down.
And even though I made fun of you for staying home, I hope youâre happy like I am, I hope weâll meet again one day. If we do I challenge you to a game of Jenga, loser buys the winner ice cream.
I-fuck this is the hardest part- but I hope youâve moved on. One of us has to.
*click*
You donât take the tape out of the player, you donât touch it at all. You feel oddly calm as you take another bite of your cheesecake, savoring the strawberry reserve that it came with it. You could almost imagine yourself at eighteen again sitting opposite your new boyfriend.
You missed it, the memories that came along with it. That was it, you missed the feelings you had.
But you were okay. You would be okay right where you were, because thatâs where you belonged. It hurt, yeah, but it had hurt back then as well. Now it was just a dull ache, all that was left was regret.
Regret that it didnât work out, regret over unspoken words and unnecessary pain.
A familiar song filled the cafe as you smiled somewhat sadly, leaning back in your seat and closing your eyes.
âIâm proud of you Chenleâ, you whispered, âBecause you did what I couldnâtâ
You left the cafe a little later, with the cassettes in your bag, an empty plate and the smoothie sitting on the table, untouched. After all, that smoothie wasnât for you.
There was nothing to wait for anymore. You had loved and you had lost, Chenle was a stranger with your secrets and a familiar voice and that was it.Â
You had forgiven him a long time ago, even without him being deserving of it. Now with all the loose ends being tied up, it felt like you could finally let go of him, you could finally move on.
And forget.
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Summary:Â Will Solace canât realy hold his alcohol but Nico doesnât really mind.
A/N: 2 fics in one week? Oh my gods, who is this writer and what have they done with Persephone? Enjoyy yall- I really enjoyed writing this one! Â
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âHands off sunshine!â Nico warned as he held the bottle of vodka above his head, his arms outstretched.
âGive meee!â Will cried, his hand sloppily hitting Nicoâs arm. The summer air was warm and Nico could feel the thin layer of sweat on his forehead- considering he had to stay in his tiptoes to hold the bottle above Will.
âWill, you didnât even drink that much! How are you so drunk?â
âYou donât love me! Do you love me?â
âOf course I love you, ya little drunk shithead. You are totally wasted, no matter how many times you will doubt it,â Nico sighed, throwing Willâs arms over his shoulders in a vain attempt to carry him back to Cabin 7.
Will gave one long blink. Then another. â Where are we going?â
âTo your cabin. Iâd shadow travel but I've seen a regular personâs reaction to that, I donât want to see what chaos would come out of shadow travelling a hot drunken mess.â
âDid you just call me a mess?â Will pouted.
âYes but I called you a hot mess. Focus on that part. It was mostly a compliment.â
âYouâre sooo mean to meee. Do you even love me?â
âYes I love you, stop being so heavy and carry your own legs please.â Nico shifted his back under the weight of his boyfriend's entire body and tried to manage a few steps- they would have been easy if his boyfriend wasnât so damn fit and if he himself wasnât slightly inebriated.
âNi-â Will hiccuped. â-Co!â
âYes?â
âDo you love me?â
Nico sighed again, slightly frustrated by the constant question. âYes I love you, ask again and the answer may vary.â
âPhi Phi is so much nicer than you,â Will grumbled, his head leaning into the crook of Nicoâs neck. Nico could smell the twinge of alcohol in Willâs breath along with the regular smell of the spearmint gum he would always be chewing.
âPhi Phi?â Nico snorted. â Who in the name of God is that?â
âYour stepma! Phi Phi! She gave me so many nice flowers last time we visited!â Will paused before giving Nico an innocent look of disapproval. â Do you not remember Phi Phii?â
Will accidentally dragged out the last âeeâ syllable in the word âphi phiâ making it sound like he was a 3 year old trying to read for the first time. Nico almost shivered at the mention of his stepmother; the last time he checked, she still had at least 157 variations of dandelions that she could turn him into the second he did anything going against her liking- afterall, she may have been the Goddess of the Spring but she was still the Queen of the Underworld.
âYes, of course I remember Phi Phi.â He lowered his voice as he muttered the next few words under his breath to prevent them from being heard. â How could I forget her and her stupid dandelions?â
âPhee Pheeee!â
âWhat about Phi Phi?â
Will paused for a few seconds. He tilted his head looking at Nico. â Do you love me?â
Nico, awfully frustrated, decided to not answer the question honestly. â No, I do not love you right now. Drunk you is a mess whom not only subject hops but also cannot walk coordinately.â
Nico did not think Will would take anything he said seriously but to his horror he was greatly mistaken. Willâs slow and steady breathing quickly became a rapid torrent of quick and unsteady breathing. Nico had thought that he was just mucking about but then he felt warm tears stain his shirt.
Tears streamed down Willâs flushed face, his freckles were almost invisible as the tears continued running down his face like a current. His chest racked with sobs and he pulled away from Nico and collapsed on the ground. He buried his head in his hands and let his heart beat harder with every cry that left his lips.
Nico watched, his mouth dropped. He had no idea what he had done or how to make it better. He reached out, trying to console the drunk and overly emotional Will but instead found himself feeling guilt beyond any he had ever felt before.
âWill?â He whispered. â Will? Youâre drunk. I was just joking, I didnât mean anything I just said.â
Will's loud sobs started to slowly quieten down but the tears still freely ran across his face. He glanced upwards at Nico, his eyes rimmed red. His bottom lip wobbled and his eyes were wet.
âBut.. but you said that you donât love meâŠâ
âI was joking. I was lying. I do love you. Only you.â
Nico plopped himself beside Will and shuffled himself closer, awkwardly. He tried to wrap one of his arms around Will but he found it to be too short and only barely touched Willâs other shoulder. So instead, he settled for rubbing soothing circles on Willâs back, calming him and forcing him to breathe slower.
âHow do I know you are not lying to me now?â Willâs eyes were innocent and once again brimming with tears. âI always worry that you're just lying to me and then one day youâre going to just go poof and stupid me will be all sad.â
Nico thought he could feel his own eyes stinging- was this how Will really felt? Was Nico that bad a boyfriend that Will felt that every word, every kiss, every moment was a lie? Or did Will just consider himself so unloveable that every good thing that ever happened to him was just temporary or fake?
Nico glanced at the blonde eyelashes that were clad together with tears.
What happens inside that gorgeous head of yours, Solace?
âI love you William Andrew Solace. I choose you. Youâre my significant other, significant annoyance- whatever you want to call it. And if I ever disappear, youâre sure as hell coming with me.â
Will wrapped his arms tightly and unexpectedly around Nicoâs waist- causing Nico to be pushed onto his back while Will snuggled into his abdomen. Nico could feel his t-shirt stick to him due to the tears from Willâs face.
âI love you soooo much,â Will murmured into Nicoâs stomach. Nico could feel his breathing hitch at the words. Nico kissed Will- light and innocent. That's what the kiss meant. He could taste the salty tears on Willâs lips and the bitter aftertaste of the vodka on his tongue. The kiss was quick, chaste and it may have not satisfied Willâs desire but it made him feel safe.
And to both of them, thatâs all that mattered.
Will awoke the next morning with several life regrets but none as strong as the stupid amount of alcohol he had decided to consume the previous day or night. He could barely remember anything- let alone figure out where in the name of Zeus he was. The cabin seemed dreary but at the same time it was beautiful. It was dark and light and terrifying and beautiful all at the same time.
Wait. What Cabin was this? Whose Cabin was this? He didnât think there was any Cabin that was so roomy with such a lack of accommodation. He almost felt like he was in a Cabin for a child of the Big Three- He remembered the one time he had taken a glimpse of the Poseidon Cabin and he remembered it to be huge- something he deeply envied Percy for.
It was only until Will noticed the black clad figure kneeling beside him that he realised where exactly he was. Beautifully tousled hair, gorgeous lips and eyes that one could get lost in forever- he only knew one person with features so defining. The question was, what on earth was he doing in Cabin 13?
Cabin 13- His boyfriend's cabin. Immediately, Will scrambled upwards. He looked Nico straight in the eye and tried to recall to what extent he embarrassed himself as a drunken idiot last night.
âHow bad was it?â
âShall I sugar coat it or give it to you straight?â
Will managed to squeak out, âGive it to me straight.â
âYou tried to get into my pants and talked about how hot you thought I was.â Nico shrugged nonchalantly.
Will blanched and he immediately wished that had asked for the sugar coated version. He heard Nico laughing and he could feel his nerves both calm down and panic at the same time. Nicoâs laugh was calming and beautiful and warm and made him feel all fuzzy like he was under a fluffy blanket. But he worried for what reason Nico was laughing.
âCalm down sunshine. I was joking- you should have known that I wouldnât have been able to give it to you straight. You just asked dumb questions and cried a bit.â
âI cried?â
âItâs not a big deal.â Nico batted his hand. Will collapsed back onto the bed with an âowâ and groaned something unintelligible about it being âtoo early in the morning for thisâ.
âItâs actually 1 in the afternoon but to each their own I guess.â
Will wanted to shout WHAT but he did not want to rack his head with an already painful headache so he instead settled for dropping his jaw.
âClose your mouth sunshine unless you plan on using it,â Nico mumbled. Will felt his jaw drop further before he snapped it back and swore internally. He made a mental note to never have a hangover near Nico because he would use it to his advantage.
âSo why exactly did I cry yesterday?â Will asked as he sipped from the glass of water that had been placed at the bedside by, he could only assume, Nico. Will noticed that when asked that question, Nico tensed, his hands digging slightly into his jeans.
The corner of Willâs lips tilted upwards. â What did you say?â
âWhat makes you think I said anything? Drunk you is a crybaby and you know it,â Nico huffed defensively, refusing to meet Will's eye.
âYeah but youâre acting guilty.â
âWhat if I killed some boring skeleton zombie this morning and Iâm only now mourning their already dead body?â
âSpare me the dark and frankly dry humour,â Will deadpanned, excited to hear the cause of his outburst yesterday.
Nico mumbled something under his breath, all while looking away from Will.
âWhat?â
âI said,'' Nico took a deep breath. âThat I didn't love you-â
â-What?â
âBut it was a joke!â
Will could feel his stomach churning and he couldn't tell if it was from the hangover or the current situation. He managed to resist a gag. âHow is that a joke?â
Willâs voice was so hoarse and weak, Nico thought that he was going to break into tears all over again and he knew that if that happened, he would end up with tears flooding his own face.
âItâs because, well, drunk you kept on asking Do you love me and of course I do but drunk you is just so heavy and you kept on asking and so I of course gave a sarcastic quip and you just burst into tears and..â
Will stared at Nico and for a second, Nico was terrified that he had really blown it.He watched as his boyfriend buried his face into his hands and began shaking. His back was shivering and Nico could hear little whimpers.
âFuck.â Nico had subconsciously let the profanity pass through his lips.
Will, suddenly, threw his head back and his laugh echoed around the empty Cabin 13. Nico felt stuned. Was he laughing in rage? Should he run?
âWill. I am so so sorry. I swear, it was a joke. I love you, I chose you William Andrew Solace. Iâll do it again and again.â
âYou,â Will wheezed. â Idiot! Did you really get so worked up over drunk me being dramatic? I was being hyperbolic!â
Nico tilted his head ever so slightly but his ravenous locks still fell over his eyes however he didnât seem to mind as he made no effort to move it from his sight.
âSo⊠you arenât mad?â
âI mean I wonât reject any special treatment if you were thinking of offering as a way of showing your sorrow,â Will teased.
âShut it.â Nico pouted. â Do I not get a dramatic love confession? I gave you two.â
Will raised his eyebrow and threw his legs over the edge of the bed. â If I can count correctly, and I can, I only recall one dramatic love confession.â
âYou were too drunk to remember the first one.â
Will let out a groan before softly smiling.âI love you. I choose you, Nicolo Di Angelo.â
âDonât call me Nicolo!â
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Forever (Kageyama x chubby reader) (possessive Kageyama)
POST TIMESKIP
Kageyama is possessive. Rightfully so though, every where you went you attracted, no, demanded attention. You were beautiful, inside and out. And many days Kageyama wondered just how he was lucky enough to have been the one to catch your attention. You were his world, his angel, and whenever someone else tried to entertain the thought of being with you, he wasn't happy.
So sometimes he needed to show you that he belonged to you, and that you belonged to him.
ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS ALLOWED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You watched as his chest rose and fell steadily with exertion. The sweat on his forehead was clearly visible and you could tell that his body was beginning to grow exhausted. You loved seeing this, everything about him when he was like this oozed power, from the way he stood, with his feet planted firmly with his muscular arms extended above him, to the look of overwhelming concentration on his face.
Your fiancĂ© only got like this when he was playing volleyball, or when he was making love to you. It wasnât something that he allowed others to see, saving it exclusively for his volleyball team and his loving partner. No one else got to see him like this because while it was when he was most concentrated, it was also when he was most vulnerable. When he played volleyball, he wore his feelings on his sleeve. It was as if he was trying so hard to control his physical state, that his emotions were left completely exposed.
Most days, this kind of passion on his face and in his movements, had the ability to take your breath away, and today was no different. The way that he practically glided across the court reminded you of a panther. You looked away, you could feel your body heating up as you watched Tobio play and the last thing you needed was to get aroused. You were here today to watch his practice and be a supportive girlfriend, nothing more nothing less.
Of course, the only person on the all-Japan team that knew you were Tobioâs partner, was Hinata, Kageyamaâs volleyball partner and best friend (Besides you of course). Seeing as they were best friends, Tobio hadnât been able to keep you a secret for very long. It had only been a month into the two of you dating when Hinata had finally figured it out, and you reckoned that you wouldâve been found out slightly faster if it was anyone other than Hinata.
Seeing as only Hinata knew, Tobio had asked you to keep the PDA to a minimum. Itâs not that he was embarrassed to be with you, very much the opposite. He felt that if his teammates knew of your existence, your beauty and naturally charismatic personality would draw them in much closer than he would allow any of them to be. You had decided to oblige because while it was sometimes fun to rile Tobio up, you really didnât want to deal with his possessive side at the moment.
As soon as you had calmed down slightly, you looked back to the court to find that all of the players were now laying on the gym floor stretching. You decided that it would probably be okay if you walked down the bleachers and waited near the gym doors, itâs not like you were going to disturb the already-over-practice.
As you walked down the stairs, your eyes caught Hinataâs, who was currently leaning onto Kageyama as he sat on the gym floor, assisting him as he stretched.
âLook! Itâs Y/N!â he shouted, one of his hands leaving Kageyamaâs back as he reached up and waved to you, a bright smile taking over his face.
You smiled and waved back, hoping that his comment wasnât loud enough to draw the attention of either the coaches or the other players. You really didnât need the extra attention or even possibly a scolding.
Down on the court, Kageyama reached up behind him to swat Hinata on the back of the head, causing the redhead to let out a surprised yelp and glare down at his friend.
âShh,â Kageyama hissed, âI donât want anyone knowing about my relationship you dumbass.â His voice was hushed yet didnât lack his usual biting tone.
âWhy?â Hinata asked, his curiosity causing him to completely forget about the fact that Kageyama had just hit him. âThey would love Y/N!â He beamed.
The first time that Hinata had met you, he could think nothing other than the thought that Kageyama had struck the lottery with you. You were everything that anyone could ever want. You had a sweet, patient personality (necessary to deal with Yamaâs awkwardness and mood swings), you were incredibly smart, and to top it all off, you were one of the most gorgeous women that Hinata had ever seen.
Hinata remembered exactly what you were wearing the first time that heâd met you. It was during the summertime, it was actually at the wedding of one of Hinata and Kageyamaâs mutual friends. Hinata could remember how Kageyama had reacted when they found out that each quest was encouraged to bring a plus one. He had been shocked that Kageyama had been so calm about the situation, usually, his best friend would freak out at the thought of having to plan out having a guest with him. As soon as Kageyama had simply agreed with the plus-one invitation, Hinata had known something was up, and pretty soon, Kageyama told him about you and told him that heâd be able to meet you at the wedding.
It was a summer wedding and it was outdoors. You had chosen to wear a very simple, light lilac summer dress. You were always careful when you went to weddings to follow the proper etiquette, not wearing a color too close to white, matching the dress with nude heels that were no higher than 2 inches. Unfortunately, you had never been a small woman so even in 2-inch heels you ended up towering over the bride. Luckily, you only saw her when Kageyama went to greet his friend and congratulate him.
It had been almost sunset when Hinata had met you, and with all of the times that he himself had been compared to the sun, he couldnât help but see you as the purest definition of the star. The way that the orange-pink sky lit up your face as Kageyama introduced you to him, nearly left him breathless. That along with the way that your light, flowy dress hugged and accentuated your breasts and hips, managed to make Hinata develop a blinding crush on you (much to his dismay).
Thankfully, over time, Hinata realized that while you were incredibly beautiful and kind, he saw you as nothing more than a friend as well as the girlfriend of his best friend (although sometimes he would still find himself slightly jealous that Kageyama had managed to snatch you for himself).
Kageyama just pushed Hinata off of him and stood up.
âThatâs the problem.â he whisper-shouted at the redhead. He didnât want any of his teammates to notice you, you were his to view and his only.
âAhhhâŠâ Hinata nodded, knowing all too well of Kageyamaâs possessive tendencies. A smug look came over his face as he hurried to catch up to Kageyama, who was walking towards you on the side of the court. âYour stingy side is showing Kageyama.â
Kageyama just rolled his eyes as he finally came to stand in front of you.
He smiled down at you, a light blush painting his face as he tried to regain his cool. He couldnât help but get a little starstruck each time he saw you. You were so so stunning that he almost had to pinch himself to remind himself that this wasnât a dream, that you were really his.
And the same went for you. To you, everything about Tobio was perfect and nothing had more rewarding to you than watching your fiance go from the awkward, stumbling 21-year-old he was when you had met him to the brilliant man that stood before you. Over the last 3 years, youâd had the honor of getting to watch your boyfriend truly flourish.
âHey,â you said, grinning up at your boyfriend, careful to deny the urge to jump into his arms and hug his sweaty form.
He just grinned right back at you, his blush only growing as he fought his own urges to lean down and take a kiss from you.
âHey,â he replied, âThank you for coming, I know it mustâve been boring for you.â
âWhat?â you scoffed, your eyes widening at the ridiculous statement. âI love watching you play.â The genuine excitement in your voice made Kageyama blush even harder.
âAww, what about me Y/N donât tell me you were only focusing on stupid Kageyama!â Hinata whined, slinging one of his arms up and around your shoulders.
âOf course not, you did great Hinataâ You complimented, knowing that Hinata was probably the only other player that you could complement without Tobio getting fussy.
Hinata picked your hand up, inspecting your engagement ring.
âReally is a shame youâre wasting your life on this idiot though.â he tutted, before giving you a quick kiss on the side of the head and running back onto the court.
âIgnore him.â Tobio scowled, earning a light giggled from you.
âYou know I usually do.â You assured. âSo, when will you be home?â you asked quietly, making sure that no one could possibly hear.
âWell I think the team wanted to go out tonight...soâŠâ
You nodded, the whole team had been working so hard lately, they deserved some off time.
âOkay baby,â You smiled, âsince youâre going out with friends, I might call my girlfriends up and have a night out myself.â
Kageyama nodded. He loved how easy going you were. He couldnât believe how lucky he was to have you.
âBe careful and have fun.â
âYou too,â you said. He gave you one last love-filled glance before turning and going back onto the court, probably on his way to the locker rooms.
You turned and left, fishing your phone out to call your friends.
**************************
The music at the club was loud, and the flashing lights were almost intense enough to give you a headache. It was also almost overwhelmingly hot in the club as well, which had led you and your friends to take a break. You all had decided to cool down, so you went and ordered a couple of rounds from the bar.
Seeing as you had been at the club for at least 30 minutes already (and did some pregaming before) you and your friends were a bit more than tipsy. Still, you didnât have work tomorrow and Kageyama didnât have practice so both of you were going to be able to sleep in as long as you like.
Right after you had put your order in with the bartender you looked towards the entrance of the club, your jaw hitting the floor in surprise.
âOh my godâŠâ you gasped, how unlucky was this?
âWhat?â your friend asked, her eyes trying to follow yours across the club.
âLookâ you replied, pointing your finger towards the entrance where nearly all of the all-japan team members stood.
âDamnnn... âyour friend gasped, âtoo bad you have a fiance bitchâŠâ
You scoffed, pushing her into the side of the bar. Your eyes went straight back to the entrance, scanning the men as you looked for a familiar stoic face.
âYou idiot! That is my fiance. Thatâs him and his team!â You couldnât help but laugh a little at your friend who just gaped at you.
âYou never told me he had hot friends! I hate you!â
You just laughed. You really wanted to approach your fiance and greet him, but you also knew that without the distraction of practice, it was more likely for some of his other teammates to see you. So you settled with turning your back to the team, hoping that Hinata hadnât seen you because you knew that if the rambunctious redhead caught sight of you, he would definitely approach you.
For the next couple of minutes, you tried to form a plan on how you could avoid the team, it was a fairly large club so you were pretty sure that it was possible for both of your groups to co-party without crossing paths.
Little to your knowledge, Hinata had already caught sight of you and snuck away from Kageyama and the team so he could greet you. He would tell Kageyama that you were at the club after he said hi to you, otherwise, Kageyama wouldn't allow him to draw any possible attention to you.
You were still trying to think of all of the possible problems with your plan whenever you felt a strong arm wrap around your shoulders. You quickly turned towards the arm with your fist raised, ready to put a handsy bastard in his place.
âWoah! Hey there!â
âHinata!â you scowled. As soon as you saw him, all of your hope of having a stress free night disappeared. You wondered how he could be so reckless, how dare he blatantly walk up to you!
âSorry!â He said smiling, his arm unhooking itself from around your body as he leaned against the bar, trying to kind of block you from the team. Despite what you and Kageyama thought, he wasnât a complete idiot.
âItâs fine⊠itâs not like I was going to be able to avoid you anyways..â you sighed, resting your chin against your palm in a pout.
âWait,â Hinata said, âyou already knew that we were here? I thought I was doing you a favor by telling you.â
You smiled at the sweet sentiment, before nodding.
âYeah, I saw you guys when you came in.â
Hinata nodded. Of course, you had noticed, you never failed to impress him with your observation skills. God knows that if you hadn't had good observation skills, you never wouldâve realized that Kageyama was flirting with you when the two of you had met.
The bartender came back and set the screwdriver that youâd ordered in front of you. You nodded in thanks before taking a large sip.
âWhatâre you gonna do?â He asked, yanking the beverage away from you and stealing a bigger than polite gulp.
âWe can avoid each other as long as I and my friends stay at the opposite side of the dancefloor and stuff.â You said, swatting at the back of his head as he went in for another drink.
âAhh,â he said, taking two more gulps and finishing the drink. âWell, good luck!â He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before walking away from the bar, most likely to go back to his teammates before suspicions rose.
You simply flipped him off as he left, but before you could order a new drink, a new hand wrapped around your arm.
âHey Y/N letâs go back to dancing!â Your friend said, trying to drag you to the dancefloor. You glanced towards Kageyamaâs group, noticing that they had kind of dispersed, some of them staying at the side tables, others heading to the bar, and a few headed towards the dancefloor.
You decided that you liked those odds, and it was probably okay for you to relax a little.
You and your friends returned to dancing, trying to stay towards the middle of the floor. It might seem a little counterintuitive, but being in the middle of the dancefloor meant it was easier to blend in and become just another body in the mass.
At least something about this night was going right, the music the club was playing was probably the best mix youâd heard playing in there in the last couple of visits. Your group was having the times of their lives as you focused on having fun and moving to the music. You could feel the stresses of the week melting away with the music and alcohol when suddenly, a pair of electric blue eyes met yours.
You stopped moving, you couldnât tell if your heart was beating because of the dancing or if it was the striking look of your fiance looking at you from across the club.
Kageyama mustâve gone home when you werenât there and changed. He was dressed simply in a dark blue button-down and black slacks but you couldnât help the shiver that ran through your spine as your body grew hot.
You could tell from the look on his handsome face that he wanted to approach you, but before he could take a step, one of his teammates, a man nearly as tall as Kageyama with bleached blonde hair, slapped him to the shoulder before starting to talk to him about something.
Kageyama broke eye contact with you, turning his face to talk to Atsumu. But neither his heart nor his mind was in the conversation as he couldnât help but try and sneak glances back out across the club, searching for the figure of his fiance.
After only a couple of seconds of searching, his eyes found you once again and he had to stop himself from letting out a groan.
You were intentionally swinging your hips in the most inviting ways possible, making sure to give Kageyama a nice show. The security of him being across the club meant that you could behave like this and have it be completely within the rules. After all, none of his teammates were watching you dance, only him.
You could feel Tobioâs eyes on your ass as you swing your hips around to the song playing over the club. Since your back was facing your boyfriend, he wasnât able to see the teasing smirk on your lips as you ground your hips in a circle.
Your body was heating up more and more by the second, you could almost feel his body beneath you as you drew circles with your hips, throwing your head slightly back and rolling it around, exposing the flesh of your neck for his viewing pleasure.
Kageyama was barely keeping a grip on himself as Atsumu continued to talk to him, the blonde had pulled Kageyama into a conversation with him and Kiyoomi, not knowing anything of the battle occurring between Kageyama and his beautiful girlfriend (whom the team still didnât know existed).
He was having trouble focusing as you danced. He knew that you were acting this way just to tease him, and he also saw that purely by coincidence, you were wearing one of his favorite dresses. The way that the dark red dress hugged your figure was enough to drive him crazy. Even from his position across the club, he could see the way that your breasts and ass were on perfect display, as well as the soft bounce of your thighs as you continued to move.
His legs were twitching with the urge to go and shield you from everyone else in the club. He knew that you didnât mind people watching you dance, but he did and he could already see several male glances glued to your body. But despite how much he hated all of those men staring at you, he couldnât blame them. You were almost ethereal in the way that you commanded attention with your movements. Your confidence oozed out of you, attracting and drawing the attention of almost everyone within a 10-foot radius.
He almost growled as he saw you wink at him before shaking your ass at him, he knew that you were aware that he couldnât approach you and obviously you were having great fun making him miserable.
He felt himself getting hard, and he knew that he needed to stop watching. Hopefully, if he stopped watching, you would stop dancing like that.
He shot one last glance your way, a glance that said âyouâll get your punishment laterâ and made you clench your thighs.
You just laughed as he turned away. You knew that it was mean to act like this, but you just couldn't help it. Plus, no harm no foul.
âY/N!â You head a shout behind you, turning to find Hinata. âDance with me Y/N!â he asked his eyes like an excited child.
You only laughed in response, before stepping towards him and beginning to dance (much more innocently)
You and Shoyou danced for at least ten minutes, just having fun and laughing. Seeing as Kageyama rarely danced, you were grateful that he had such an energy-filled best friend. After a couple of more songs, you both decided that it was once again time for a drink break, and went to the bar together.
After demanding it of him, Hinata bought you a drink to make up for the one he had stolen earlier but as soon as the bartender set it down in front of Hinata, a hand popped out and stole it before you had the chance to claim it.
âSo Shoyou, this is where youâve been sneakinâ off all night?â
You glanced around Hinata to see the blonde that was talking to Kageyama earlier. Hinata gave a small awkward laugh, his eyes glancing to yours apologetically.
âHey, Atusumu..â
âSoâŠ.â Atsumu drawled, walking around Shoyou to get a better look at you, âthis yer girlfriend Shoyou?â You could feel his eyes glancing down your body, causing your face to heat up and embarrassment begin to rear its ugly head.
Atsumu really was quite handsome, you thought. You couldnât help but get a little flustered as he eyed you hungrily.
âHaha,â Hinata chuckled nervously, his hand resting itself protectively on your upper back. âNo, just a friend.â
âJust a friendâŠ.whatta relief thought I was gonna have to steal your girl from yaâŠâ
It was your turn to laugh nervously as Atsumu leaned across the bar to order a drink.
Atsumu was glad that you werenât Shoyouâs girlfriend. Ever since the first time Hinata had snuck away from them, he had seen the redhead approach you, and ever since then, you had been caught in the crosshairs of his sight.
He couldnât help but admire you from across the club, the way that your dress complimented your plush body was something that heâd been practically drooling over all night. He could only imagine how soft you were underneath the lovely material, heâd noticed the way that as you had walked to the bar with Hinata, the dress had slipped slightly up your thighs, exposing the supple curve of your legs.
With as flattering as the attention from the blonde setter, you knew that you needed to leave. Your plan to avoid the team had clearly failed and you had decided just to take the loss and call it a night.
âWell,â you said, stepping away from the bar to make your quick escape, âIâm going to go to the bathroom real quick.â It wasnât completely a lie, you were actually going to go to the bathroom, you were just gonna leave the club right after.
âPromise to come right back?â Atsumu grinned, leaning slightly closer to you.
âHow about this,â you drawled back, deciding that the best way to get him off your back at the moment would be to lie your ass off and promise to meet him later, âIâm here with my friend right now, Iâm gonna make sure that she has a good time before I worry about myself, so, why donât you try to find me in about an hour, then maybe youâll have a chance.â You had leaned towards Atsumu as well until the two of you were only inches apart.
âDeal,â he said, his hands itching to attach to your waist, you were so closeâŠ
âSee ya thenâ you smirked, throwing him a wink before sauntering off to the bathroom. As soon as the door closed behind you, you let out the breath that youâd been holding.
âFuckâ you thought, â Kageyama is not going to be happy.â
But itâs not like you had a choice. In fact, you thought that you had handled the situation pretty well. Hopefully, Atsumu would get drunk and forget about the whole ordeal.
Once youâd regained yourself, you pulled out your phone and called your friends to tell them that you were going to head home. They whined a little but eventually understood that youâd made up your mind.
Now all that was left was to sneak out without looking super unnatural.
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âYeah, thatâs her,â Atsumu said cockily to the table, causing Kageyama to clench his fists in an attempt to calm himself.
He couldnât believe that heâd been so careless in letting you out of his sight. He couldnât believe that he was so unlucky that his teammate made a move on youâŠ..wellâŠ.. He could believe that. With as enrapturing as you were, it was impossible for someone not to try and approach you. He was just unhappy that it had to be Atsumu.
The blonde had come sauntering back to the area that the team had been inhabiting and had begun to brag about the promise that youâd made him. Of course, at first, Kageyama hadnât known that it was you who Miya was talking about, but soon Hinata had timidly whispered in his ear, just what the situation was. Kageyama couldnât even be mad at Hinata, after all, he knew that the over-exuberant spiker couldnât help it.
The team had only seen you briefly, you were walking into the crowd, trying to get to the exit. As soon as you had ducked into the mass of people, thankfully, none of them could see you leave the building.
After youâd disappeared, a couple of members of the team made comments on your body, congratulating or teasing Atsumu over what they deemed to be a hopeless endeavor, telling him that he didnât stand a chance.
All of the comments made Kageyama livid, but at the same time, it made him feel totally victorious that he was the one who would get to go home to you later. He didnât like the way that they were talking about you, and soon the possessive side of him couldnât stand to stay and listen.
He and a couple of the guys went over to the bar and got a couple of drinks, all of them thankful to be away from the more rambunctious members of the team who were still either conversing at the table or springing around on the dancefloor.
As he sipped his drink, Kageyama couldnât help but let his mind wander back to you. That dress was truly one of his favorites. The way that you looked in it never failed to distract him, and when heâd seen you in it earlier, heâd almost forgotten how to breathe.
He couldnât wait to go home to you. He wondered if you had already showered and gone to bed yet, it was a shame that he wasnât the one to strip that dress off of you, but he was hoping that youâd replaced it with one of his shirts, or even nothing at all.
He set his drink down. He couldnât hold himself back any longer, he needed to see you, to hold you.
He passed back by the team on his way out, coming up with some lame excuse of feeling too tired to continue the night, getting teased by Bokuto that he was secretly taking someone home, which wasnât completely off base.
As he walked out of the club into the cool night air, he thought of how you had been dancing earlier, the way that your eyes had flitted to his before you would expose your neck to him, or how you would drag your fingers down your sides, outlining your perfect shape for him as you danced.
â Fuckâ he thought, âIâm hard.â
He hailed a cab, eager to get home to you. Soon, he was opening the door to your apartment and walking inside. He quickly removed his shoes, eager to find you and wrap you in an embrace. But halfway down the hallway to your bedroom, he stopped.
âFuuuuckkkâŠ.â he heard the high pitched moan drift out of the closed door, the sound going straight to his dick as he anticipated the sight awaiting him. Your moans continued to grace his ears as he slowly peeked in the door, avoiding making any noise so that he could watch you silently.
He found you with your back to him, kneeling on the bed as you pressed a vibrator against yourself. You had shed all of your clothes, leaving your skin bare to his eyes, every goosebump and shiver completely visible to his hungry gaze.
He silently approached you, working his belt off of his hips as he walked. When he got close enough to you, he cleared his throat appreciatively, his dick hardening when your head dropped back to look at him.
God, you looked so good for him. Your eyes were watering and from where he stood, he had the perfect view of your pretty tits as well as a view of the little pink toy vibrating against your already soaked pussy.
Suddenly, your mouth dropped open and another string of moans came out. Kageyama raised his hand to your cheek, his gentle fingers caressing your face, carefully pushing the sweaty wisps of hair that were sticking to your temples. His heart lurched as you looked up at him, your teary eyes filled with love. He looked right back down at you in adoration, not believing how lucky he was that he was yours.
âHow long did you have to wait for me baby?â he asked his voice calm despite the furious blush gracing his face.
â....not longâŠâ you whimpered, your insides twisting as your fiance slowly leaned down to join his lips with yours. You almost cried into the kiss, the warm feeling of his mouth against yours making the last couple of hours of torture completely worth it.
âYou looked so sexy tonight baby.â Kageyama praised as he leaned away, allowing you to catch your breath after the searing kiss. He sat on the edge of the bed before running his hand down your body from your breasts to your naval before wrapping around your hand that was currently holding the vibrator.
He took the toy away from you, making you whine pathetically at the loss of contact.
â Shhh⊠â He hushed you, pressing a quick kiss to your lips as he stood up again. âIâm gonna fill you up so good, but first I want you to suck me for a bitâ He unbuttoned his slacks before letting them drop to the floor.
Your eyes hungrily made their way across his powerful thighs, your mouth practically watering at the sight of the thick muscle that laid underneath his dark boxer briefs. You looked up at Kageyama, moaned lightly as he began to work on unbuttoning his shirt with his long, graceful fingers.
You wanted those fingers inside of you, you thought, keening at the mental image of getting stretched out by Tobio before he filled you with his cock.
You quickly sunk down to your knees and pulled his underwear down his thighs, biting your lower lip almost painfully as his hardening dick popped out. You drooled at the sight, Kageyama had to of had one of, if not the prettiest cocks in the world. The way that the hot appendage stood proudly, long and thick with a gorgeous vein running halfway up the length put art to shame. The slight upward curve made him fit perfectly in your hand, made it perfect for rocking into your fist as you got him off.
â Please âŠâ he whispered, and that was all it took for you to eagerly wrap your lips around his cock, your hand twisting gently at the base.
â Shit ,â Kageyama grunted, throwing his head back at the sudden sensation of the warmth of your mouth surrounding him. He threaded his fingers into your hair as he gently guided your head down onto his cock.
âYou take me so good,â he mumbled, his praises going straight to your clit as you moaned out around his dick, your fingernails raking down the fronts of his thighs as you gripped onto the muscles.
You were slowly building your pace up, going from giving the tip of his cock small, hot licks, to taking him as far down your throat as you could muster.
Kageyama was putty beneath your fingertips, his whole body felt like it was on fire as you worked him just like he liked to be worked. He could feel himself starting to lose his control over himself as the overwhelming urge to fuck you silly started to creep up his spine.
âFuck baby,â he breathed as you swallowed him into your throat again, relaxing around the thickness as best as you could, he knew that he was close, â keep going, baby⊠.â
Your pussy only clenched harder at his encouraging words as you quickened your pace, trying desperately to make him cum. One of your hands left his thighs to lightly grip his balls, the light touch pushing him that much nearer to the ledge.
â Ooh fuckâŠ.. PleaseâŠ.wanna cum in your pussy babyâ he moaned, his fingers sweeping the hair across your forehead as he looked down at you with blown-out pupils.
All you had to do was nod before Kageyama pulled his cock out of your mouth and hoisted you up onto the bed. He leaned over you, claiming your lips in a searing embrace as he ran the tip of his cock against your pussy, making you moan at the feeling of his pulsing cock against your lips.
â Please Tobio âŠâ you begged, your legs wrapping around his hips in an attempt to pull him inside of you.
After pumping his cock a couple of times in his hand, Kageyama lined himself up with your opening, before easing himself in.
All it took was feeling your tight walls wrapped around him for him to lose himself, his hot cum spurting into you as he buried his face into your neck, licking and sucking at the flesh as he gently rode out his high, careful not to thrust into you too hard seeing as you hadnât been properly stretched.
â Tobio âŠ.â you breathed, the feeling of his seed inside of you making you yearn for him to breed you that much stronger. â Please...fuck me Tobio⊠â
â Shhh⊠â he soothed, trying to pull out of you as carefully as possible, groaning at the lewd squelch that your pussy made.
He crawled down your body until his face was level with your cunt, his fingers spreading the lips of your pussy apart as he inspected the sight of his cum leaking out of your hole, groaning at the incredibly sexy display.
Timidly, his tongue poked out of his mouth and prodded at your clit, pulling a high pitched whine from your lungs as your fists gripped the sheets underneath you.
Kageyama wrapped his mouth around your clit, sucking the little bud into his mouth as his fingers began to prepare you, scooping his cum up and fucking it back into you.
âSo good for me babyâŠ. Youâre being so good for me arenât you?â
â Yes!â you cried, your hips trying to grind down onto the digits that were fucking into your dripping cunt far too slow for your liking. âPlease give me your cock.â
Tobio decided to indulge you, crawling back up your body and realigning himself with you.
âFuck, youâre so tight baby.â he groaned, his hips slowly pushing into you until he bottomed out.
You were being reduced to a whimpering mess with the feeling of being so completely full of your boyfriend. You wrapped your arms around his back, your chest pressing against his as he began to thrust into you with slow, calculated movements.
â Please âŠâ you sighed, your hips bucking desperately as you tried to coax him to go faster.
As Kageyama stared down at your blissed-out face, he could only thank god that you were his. After seeing how his teammates ogled over you, how much you were desired, he could help but feel like the luckiest man alive as he buried himself deeper into you, your walls clenching deliciously around him.
â Fuck baby⊠. No one else can fuck you like this but meâŠ.â He groaned, his hips beginning to snap in and out of you a little bit faster.
You almost cried at the change in pace as you nodded and babbled out, â yes, you fuck me so good, only you⊠â
Tobio continued to thrust into you, whispering praises and compliments into your ear as he pounded into you, telling you how good you felt around him, how lucky he was to have you all to himself.
He could feel your end approaching as he reached down and began to circle your clit, taking the small bud between his thumb and index finger and rolling it, causing your eyes to roll back into your head.
âFuck! Tobio!â you cried, your fingers digging into his shoulders, â...mâ gonna cumâŠâ
Kageyamaâs head rested in the crook of his neck as his thrust quickened even further, he could feel his second high rising within him as well.
With a few more thrusts of his hips, he had you crying as you came on his cock, milking his second load of the night into you.
Kageyama stayed inside of you even after you both came down from your highs. You keened in the feeling of being stuffed full of his cum, his cock acting as a stopper to keep any of it from leaking out.
If you had your way, he would never pull out, you would never have to let go of this full feeling.
âWanna stay in you forever.â He mumbled against your skin, his cock twitching as small aftershocks rocked through your pussy, surprising him with small squeezes every few seconds.
âOk.â you giggled, wrapping your arms around him happily.
He let himself indulge for a few minutes before deciding that he wanted to inspect his work, he went back down to be eye level with your pussy, once again groaning at the sight of his cum along with your juices seeping out of your puffy hole.
â No please. .â you gasped in surprise as his fingers started shoveling the cum back into your hole, pressing against the spongey texture of your g-spot with every thrust.
âCome on babyâŠ.â he encouraged, his fingers going from 0 to 100 as he mercilessly finger fucked you. âGive me one more orgasm, K?â
You nodded, there were tears in your eyes and your thighs were twitching as the sting of overstimulation took over your pussy. You knew that Kageyama would never push you too far, you knew that he only wanted to make you feel good.
Your second orgasm took you by surprise, the high ripping through your body as you began to convulse against your fianceâs fingers.
âTobio!â you squealed, your hands flying down to his wrists, trying to stop the digits from continuing to fuck you through your high, you could feel yourself creaming all over the sheets and his teeth bit into your thighs.
â Good girl âŠ.â he growled as he replaced his fingers with his tongue, lapping up your juices as your body went limp against the bed. He pulled away, his chin glistening with your cum as he smiled adoringly down at you.
After a momentâs rest, he climbed off of the bed, leaning over and lifting you into his arms. He carried you to the bathroom and sat you down on top of the counter before retreating to the shower to turn it on.
When he returned to you, he wrapped his arms around your waist, enjoying the feeling of your plush, orgasm-rocked body against him.
âYou did so well for meâŠ..â he whispered into your skin, âI love you so muchâŠâ
You mewled at his words, your nose nestling against his hair as your own arms returned the gesture of wrapping around him.
Once the shower warmed up, he put both of you under the steady flow, the hot droplets relaxing you as you melted back against his chest while he contently washed your body.
Tobio looked down at you.
âYou know all of my teammates wanted to take you home tonightâŠâ
You hummed in response, only half-listening to your fiance as you continued to bask in your post-orgasm glow.
âI almost had to tell that you belong to me,â he continued, running his fingers across your body, lathering soap against your skin.
You hummed again.
âTell me who you belong to baby,â he whispered, turning you around in his arms.
You looked up at him with a sweet smile on your face, your fingers coming up to thread through his soft wet hair. You leaned up and placed a sweet kiss against his jawline before resting your head into his chest, hearing the gentle thudding of his heartbeat.
âTobio Kageyama,â you stated, âI am completely yours.â
âPromise?â
âPromise.â
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