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Ewan Mitchell x actress!reader
a/n: the elections distracted me! This should have been up ages ago đ Anyhow, look at our boy pout up there. Darling never stood a chance.
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Darling gets closer to making her choice.
The holiday is already shaping up to be your most memorable one yet, and itâs only halfway done.Â
Between all the commotion in the press about Ewanâs film, the lively spin-the-bottle game last night, and your⊠boys being more brazen in their affections, it doesnât matter that youâre still half-limping and that one gorgeous blonde girl is testing the limits of your patienceâMallorca is one for the books.
Half of your vacation crew decided to head out into town for the afternoon, allowing you to see more of the local scene. Bethany, Phia, Luke, and Elliott have ventured off to see some shops moments prior, promising to rejoin the group with loads of goodies. So you walk the cobblestone streets with Tom and Freddie on either side, the lads promising to catch you should your ankle âbetray you and make you faceplant on the streetâ.Â
Because, as Freddie put it, they âcanât have the showâs rising star with a blow to her money-maker,â pertaining to your lovely face.Â
You were able to finally remove your fracture boot that morning, after a long-distance call to your doctor, but you still have to slightly drag your left leg as you walk.
âMate, if you could hurry up a little, maybe we can see more of the town,â Tom remarks with a cheeky smirk. Heâs had an arm looped around yours the whole time, ever on the lookout.Â
âSure, let me just use my incredible powers of self-healing. Maybe we can check one of these souvenir shops if theyâve got a bionic leg on sale,â you deadpan, fighting hard to stifle a laugh.Â
The fledgling weeks of spring bring a steady warmth to Mallorca. The sunlight is bright yet tempered as it casts its glow over the cobblestone streets, illuminating the quaint storefronts and cafes that line that town square. Itâs a picture-perfect afternoon, so long as you donât turn back to Ewan and Louise who are trailing a bit behind.Â
But your curiosity wins over, and you see Ewan smiling politely as Louise gestures animatedly, completely absorbed in her tale. You immediately realise your mistake, a pang of somethingâguilt, longing, confusion⊠and jealousy, because who are you foolingâtightening in your chest. You quickly turn back to Tom and Freddie, who are too busy scheming to notice your reaction.
âSo, do we let Ewan suffer, or do we intervene?â Tom asks, tilting his head toward the pair.
You can only shrug. âI think heâs handling it. Itâs probably better to give them some space.â The truth is, you know Ewan well enough to sense when heâs at his witâs end, and even though he looks like heâs about to throw in the towel, you donât want to complicate things further.Â
Who are you to deny Louise some quality time with your good buddy Ewan Mitchell? He is a stand-up guy, after all, and all of you are friends here. Itâs a casual day out, nothing but a good time.Â
And⊠you do need some time to let his confession sink in. He has given the power to you, and the only thing left to do would be to choose him.
You love him, you love him, you love him.Â
So the choice should be easy, but why isnât it?
Freddie smirks. âSpace, you say? You mean youâre hoping heâll finally snap and make a break for it?â
âMaybe,â you admit with a small smile. âCan you blame him?â
The three of you linger by a cafe, chatting to your heartâs delight. You catch sight of Ewan glancing your way, a genuine smile tugging at his lips. Hey, he mouths, staring you down until Louise nudges him, and he has to shift his focus back to her.Â
âHonestly, though,â Tom continues, âwhatâs the deal with him and Louise? He looks like heâs drowning over there.â
âMaybe sheâs finally wearing him down,â you say, half-joking, but youâre aware of how often Ewan gives too much of himself sometimes, especially to someone like Louise. The boyâs just too sweet and polite to say no.Â
âI give him five minutes before he either leaves or starts shouting for you,â Freddie chimes in, his eyes dancing behind his sunglasses. âItâs a safe bet.â
Before you can respond, Ewanâs voice rises above the clamour of the street. âActually, thatâs not what I meantââ
âI canât believe you thought that!â Louise interrupts, playfully punching Ewanâs arm, her tone a mix of disbelief and enthusiasm. âBut thatâs what makes you so unique! You always see things differently.â
Whatâs unique is the expression Ewan sports as a reaction, akin to a deer about to be hit by a Jeep.
âUnique?â Ewan repeats, a note of incredulity in his voice. He shakes his head, his mouth falling open, like heâs trying to find the words. Louise leans in closer, mentioning something about how cute he looks when confused.Â
Well, sheâs not wrong there. You have to hand it to herâsheâs persistent.
âWhy are we just standing around?â Tom suddenly says. âLetâs get some drinks. We need to fuel up for the gossip you owe us.â
âIâm in,â you say a bit too quickly, desperate for a distraction. You motion toward a quaint nearby bar with a bustling atmosphere. It seems like the perfect refuge, far from the intensity of the current situation. The bartender greets you with a grin, and Tom takes charge, ordering a round of brightly-coloured cocktails that seem to match the vibe of the holiday.Â
Tom gives you a sly look over his glass. âSo here we are, eh?â
âHere we are,â you nod, sensing something coming round the corner.Â
âMy god, this cocktail is amazing!â Freddie gasps dramatically, oblivious to the look you and Tom are sharing. âI must know whatâs in this⊠Is that gin and⊠and what?â
âI myself would rather know,â Tom begins, leaning forward, âabout the truth behind all the drama. The are-they-or-arenât-they of it all. My missus has also been bugging me about it. All she talks about is you and your Ewan.âÂ
Freddieâs grin is huge as he raises his glass. âBloody hell, cheers to that then! I know thereâs something brewing, but no one ever tells me the details. What is this, a fight to the death? May the best Targaryen win? Lucky girl you are.â
Tom snorts. âOr may the right man win. Which, to be honest, is not Matt in this scenario.â
Freddieâs jaw drops in mock horror, clutching his chest. You may take the lad out of classical theatre for a while, but you canât take classical theatre out of the lad. âExcuse me? Matt is a national treasure, heâs mature and reliable, and he throws a fabulous party. Might I mention how highly he speaks of you?â
Tom shoots him a scornful look. âReliable. How riveting. Look, I love the guy, but Ewanâs practically half of her soulââ
You groan. âCan we not turn this into a debate? Iâm actually trying to keep things simple now.â
âSimple,â Tom repeats, one blonde eyebrow arching. âDarling, nothing about this is simple, especially not since Ewan isnât bound to that ridiculous PR setup anymore. Are you going to pretend that it doesn't change things?â
Freddie waves a finger. âIt doesnât have to change things. Mattâs good for her. I mean, theyâre actually happy, and you need someone solid, love. Someone who isnât going to fling you around emotionally, from the very little that Iâve heard.â
Tom rolls his eyes. âOf course, youâd think that. You get all your goss from Liv and she basically adores Matt.â
Freddie clutches his glass defensively. âWell I know for a fact that Matt is fun! And steady! You donât need fireworks all the time to make something work.â
âBut fireworks are the whole point, you know?â Tom insists. âYou canât reduce a relationship to sensible compatibility and call it love.â
âLove can be practical too,â Freddie says, looking at you. âWouldnât it be nice to justâŠbreathe? To not have to worry about how heâs going to handle things every other minute?â
You wince, half-convinced by Freddieâs logic, but then Tomâs voice cuts in, softer, more serious.
âSure, she could breathe,â Tom says, âbut letâs not forget who actually takes her breath away.â
It hits you, the truth youâve been dancing around with both of them.
Freddie gives you a sidelong look. âAlright, love, confession time. Say Ewan was still bound to that PR relationship, do you really think you could have handled not being with him? Watching him essentially be with someone else?â
You swallow, glancing down at your drink. âIt would have hurt, but I would have had to handle it.â
Tom keeps the interrogation going. âAnd now? What would you do if he does end up with someone else? Louise seems to have her claws in him.â
You let out a huff, your next words decisive. âLook, if she can take him that easily, then heâs all hers.â Because that would mean all those heartfelt phrases about being so in love with you arenât true.Â
Thatâs the reasonable part of you. The other, less savoury part wouldnât hesitate to get your own claws in Louise if she swoops in to take your man, petty catfight style.
âBut see! See here,â Freddie exclaims in glee, âWeâre talking about Ewan and sheâs already stressed. She needs a break from the drama, Tom, and Matt is like⊠an oasis.â
Tom rolls his eyes but doesnât let it go. âSure, an oasis that leaves her wishing she were somewhere else half the time.â He sighs, his voice softening. âLook, Mattâs lovely, but heâs not the one. Heâs not the one who can turn your whole world upside down, and I know you two. Iâve seen you together, Iâve seen you apart, and trust me, youâre so much better together. Hell, itâs better for all of us too! I simply cannot deal with Ewan moping around again.â
You feel your cheeks warm as you consider his words. Itâs almost dizzying, trying to compare the two men, as though they represent opposite sides of you, each offering something you desperately need. Theyâre both right, in different ways. With Matt, thereâs a sense of stability that you havenât felt before. Heâs steady, heâs sweet, and he genuinely adores you despite all of the tangled strings that have bound you to Ewan.Â
But with Ewan⊠you want him, love him, with an intensity that is almost all-consuming. Itâs the kind they write songs about, the kind that drives hearts crazy.Â
Freddie drops the dramatics, his voice sincere when he speaks again. âDarling, Tomâs got a point, but just⊠be honest with yourself. What do you really want? Because whatever you decide, itâs your heart on the line. And you know, weâre here for you, no matter who you choose.â And then, as if with the flick of a switch, he turns his flair back on. âGod, you could choose me, just so you donât have to deal with this dilemma of yours anymore!â
You let out a breathy laugh, all the tension youâre feeling dissipating. âI just might!â
Tom mirrors your laughter. âNow thatâs a dangerous idea. But hey, lifeâs short, right? You donât have to have it all figured out right this second.â
Freddie grins, raising a toast. âTo being a beautiful mess.â
You clink your glass with theirs, watching in amusement as they both begin bickering again over whoâs really the better choice. As the debate drifts over to which drink to order next, a quiet but unmistakable presence makes its way to your table. Ewan stands behind you, his hands resting on the back of your chair.Â
âIâve been looking for you guys,â he greets calmly.Â
Freddie doesnât hesitate to take a playful jab. âAh, Ewan! All by your lonesome now? Whereâs your lady?â
Ewan perches on the last empty chair on your table, catching your eyes. âMy ladyâs right here,â he smirks, and he says the words with such ease that your cheeks heat. Everyone would benefit from taking lessons in the Ewan Mitchell School of Charm. âFancy a walk, darling?â
You quickly glance at Tom and Freddie, whose raised brows practically tell you that theyâre going to be chattering about this as soon as youâre out of earshot. âTry not to miss me too much, boys,â you wink at them, letting Ewan help you out of your seat and whisk you away. He offers his arm to you for support, and the two of you fall into stride, allowing the buzz of Mallorcaâs streets to fill the quiet between you.
âSo,â he starts, âI sure hope Tom and Freddie didnât give you any trouble.â
âNothing I canât handle,â you smile, your tone lowering as you decide to tease him a little. âWe would have invited you over, but you seemed to have plenty of⊠entertainment yourself.â You playfully wag your eyebrows at him, and he makes a show of groaning and turning away.
âDonât remind me, my darling,â he groans. âI was so close to faking an illness and making my escape.â
You chuckle at his apparent distress. âPoor Ewan. It must be so hard being adored by a beautiful girl, isnât it? Wait, where is she again? Did you scare her off?â
âPhia came to my rescue. They went walking by the bay or something, I donât know. And about being adored, it only matters to me if itâs by you.â
Youâre about to lean into a joke and call his bluff, when he adds, âWell, you⊠and my mum.â
âI thought so,â you giggle, his eyes holding yours with a familiar sweetness. But then his gaze is snagged by something behind you.Â
âIs it just me, or does that cat look suspiciously like Sansa?â Ewan points to the front display of a rustic souvenir shop, and you immediately see a plush black cat with curious amber eyes.
You gasp softly, your hand tightening around his bicep. âI did leave Sansa back with my neighbour in London, right?â
âAre you sure? Sheâs right there, darling,â he plays along, grinning. âI think Iâd recognise my daughter when I see her.â
âYour daughter, huh? The most you have right now is visitation rights.â
âWait here, baby,â he presses a kiss to your temple, leaving you leaning against the wall across the shop. He disappears inside, emerging just moments later, the little cat plushie already in his hands. His expression is tender as he passes it to you. âHere. Figured you could use a bit of home.â
You take the little black cat, heart swelling at the sweetness of his gesture. âThank you, Ewan. Sheâs perfect.â
Heâs all smiles, his dimples deepening as he nods in response.Â
You hug plush Sansa to your chest. âNow I wish they also had whippet plushies, so I can give you a piece of home tooâŠâÂ
Ewanâs gaze softens, and he shifts slightly, his gaze dropping as he gathers his thoughts. âDarling, I hope you wonât think Iâm just trying to score brownie points here or something, given the current situation, but honestlyâŠâ He hesitates, but makes up his mind as his eyes meet yours. âIf I wanted to feel at home, all I really need is⊠to be with you.â
Your breath catches, and your mind is too focused on what youâve just heard that your hold loosens around plush Sansa, causing it to nearly stumble out of your hands.Â
âEwan,â you say softly, your voice laced with an affection you canât quite dampen. âYou donât play fair, you know that?â
He chuckles, a little self-conscious, his hand reaching for yours. âYou know me, darling, and you know how I feel about you.â His thumb brushes over your knuckles, and the touch is light, almost reverent.
âSo, no Sansa needed, huh?â you tease gently, trying to keep things light even as the weight of his words lingers.Â
His smile returns, a little shy, a little playful. âYou got that right. But maybe we donât have to tell Sansa about this.â
Youâre about to offer a witty rejoinder, when a cheerful shout slices through the air. âEwan!â Itâs Louise, her voice loud and undeniably eager, and you find yourself dropping Ewanâs hand.Â
And either youâre not in her line of sight, or she just didnât bother calling out to you too. What a delightful girl.
âOh,â Louise finally acknowledges you. âThatâs a nice⊠toy youâve got there.â
âItâs a plushie actually,â you mutter dryly, wiggling plush Sansa in the air.
Ewan snorts at your deadpan expression, and much to Louiseâs obvious annoyance, he drapes an arm around your shoulders, pulling you snugly against him. âI got it for her. Itâs almost an exact replica of her cat, isnât it, darling?â
Your eyes widen at his purposeful cheekiness. The lad has finally had enough of another girl trying to get a bite out of him. âWell, yeahâŠâ you stumble on your words, âIt does look like her.â
Louise pouts. âWhat a nice, friendly gesture.â
Ewan chuckles to himself, not letting her mood dampen his spirits. âI think itâs rather romantic.â
âHold on,â Louise responds, appraising you with a raised eyebrow. âArenât you dating Matty?â
âUhhhââ
âThere you kids are!â Phia materialises out of thin air, an angel in disguise.
Oh, you could just kiss the very ground she walks on.
Everyone makes their way to the pool area the next afternoon, the group scattered all around the lush backyard of the villa.
Matt lingers outside your door, waiting for you to finish changing. He leans casually against the railing, his gaze drifting downstairs to Fabien and Elliott, who are hauling crates of beer toward the poolside. He whistles and shouts out a playful, âSave me some, lads!â
âWaiting on your woman, Romeo?â Elliott sings up at him.
Matt waves them away, spinning around to face your door. As he waits, his mind drifts back to a conversation he had with Liv the evening before. Sheâd seen right through him, spotting the quiet insecurities he tried to keep buried and urging him to go all in with you, to show you what he couldnât quite put into words. And so, he decided he would; heâd pour everything into showing you just how much he cared.
He has the advantage in that he hasnât hurt you the way Ewan has in the past, and he has absolutely no intention of doing so, not when being with you feels like the easiest, most natural thing in the world.Â
To him, you are like the human equivalent of a shot of espresso, a musical laugh, a jolt of positive inspiration. Heâs always felt this, but one night, many nights ago, this effect that you have on him became amplified.
And suddenly, you are all he sees.
And he wouldnât have it any other way, especially not after you finally open the door. You don a forest green bikini that leaves little to the imagination, with a sheer white wrap tied loosely around your waist.Â
Matt lets out a low whistle, walking up to you with a slow, playful swagger. You roll your eyes at him when he unapologetically draws his gaze over your bare skin, but he canât help it.
You look so ravishing that he wants to push you back inside the room. As stunning as your bikini is, it would look even better off.
To hell with the pool.
âWhat do you think?âÂ
He has roused from whatever grey temperament he was stuck in, now that heâs had his espresso. âI'm a goner. Absolutely done for.â
âFlatterer.â You shake your head at him, taking in his broad, bare torso. âWell, you donât look so bad yourself.âÂ
He smirks, his large hands kneading your waist. âI'm the luckiest man on the planet, and this is you after an accident, you say? My love, you're a vision in green.â
âYou like the colour?â
âMmm, if I didn't like you in it, I'd cause a fuss about how you're playing for the other team, my Alyna.â He swoops down and kisses the crook of your neck, the spot he is aware would tickle, eliciting a soft giggle out of you.
âI could never,â you say, swatting his arm. âThey were just out of black bikinis at the shop.â
âBlack... green... we both know you look the best without either of them on. I mean, we did establish that six times in one night, rememââ
âMatt!â you squeal, eyes wide and scandalised. He feels smug, because he made sure you would never forget that night. âYou're such a dog. Come on, let's join the others. I canât wait to finally dip my toes in the pool.â
He is one step ahead of you the whole time, paying special attention to your bad ankle. He knows heâs being too careful when you eye him strangely, but he doesnât care. âI got you,â he says.
âI can walk, you know,â you huff. âIâd have been down here ten seconds ago if it wasnât for you going all Mr. Protector.â
As you reach the final landing, Phiaâs voice rings out, âHands off my woman!â
âSheâs got a point.â You tilt your head at Matt, lips pulling at the corners.
âHave I? I was just kidding,â she shakes her head, before mumbling under her breath. âI'm not Ewan.â
Matt huffs out in response, trying not to let it get to him. Phia takes your other arm, deaf to your protests. Itâs silly, because theyâre both aware that you can probably fend for yourself, but not if they have anything to say about it.Â
Fabien, Elliott, and Harry are manning the grill out on the patio. Some of the ladies are cozying on their sun chairs. Ewan, Luke, and Freddie are smoking on a bench under a canopy. And Thom Yorke serenades the whole scene, the speakers emitting ambient music.
Mattâs always loved a good European excursion, but this one might be his favourite yet. Thanks to the girl who lets him fuss over her despite her feigned annoyance.
Your fingers dig tighter into his arm as the two of you lower into the pool. He relishes the moment and allows the ebb of the water to push him closer to his girl.
âHold on to me.â
You roll your eyes, but wrap your arms around his shoulders anyway. âI'm fine, Matthew. My ankleâs almost healed back to normal.â
âAlmost is the keyword there, my love. We can't take any chances. So... hold on to me, beautiful.â The late morning sun is a blanket comfort as you float on together, your laughter ringing out as he flaps an arm on the water and splashes your face.Â
From the sidelines, Freddie lets out a loud, teasing whistle. Matt responds with a triumphant fist pump, turning to give him a cheeky grin.Â
That might have been a mistake because his eyes landed on Ewan, seated comfortably to Freddieâs left, a cigarette burning low between his lips. His eyes are obscured by dark sunglasses, but heâs clearly surveying the scene unfolding in the pool with an air of nonchalance that doesnât sit well with Matt.Â
He would have expected Ewan to jump in the pool as well and make a show of laying a claim on you as he had before. But no. The younger lad just sits, and watches, the makings of a smirk pulling at his lips when Matt makes eye contact.
Since when has he been this self-assured? Perhaps youâre to credit for this renewed sense of confidence?Â
Are you slipping away from him, and back into Ewanâs arms?Â
Too many questions, and not even the pleasant haze of Spain can shake the anxiety out of him.Â
But then, Liv strolls over, positioning herself in front of Ewan, blocking Mattâs view. She bums a cigarette from one of the guys, and as she turns, she gives Matt a subtle nodâa reminder of her advice from last night. Just show her, sheâd said. Show her youâre all in.
Thank the heavens for Olivia.
Turning back to you, Matt softens, brushing a lock of hair from your face. He presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, feeling his doubts fade as you meet his gaze, eyes bright with laughter.
âEnjoying yourself there?â you ask sweetly.
âWhatâs not to enjoy?â he replies, his hand tracing slow, lazy circles on your back.
âI donât know,â you shrug, âI just donât think Iâve ever seen you glare like that before.â
âI was not glaring.â
âYou so were, Matthew.â
âOh, yeah?â he murmurs, a mischievous glint sparking in his eyes. Before you can react, he dips underwater, reemerging just inches from your thigh, where he plants a quick, teasing kiss that makes you yelp.
âWhaâOh! Matt! Get up here!â
He surfaces, grinning, his arms winding around you again as he pulls you close. Your laughter mingles, echoing across the pool as the rest of the group cheers and jeers good-naturedly.
Just as Mattâs about to pull you in for another kiss, a loud shout breaks through the calm.Â
âCannonball!â Tomâs voice echoes from the villa, and before either of you can turn around, he comes barreling out, sprinting at full speed. With a triumphant yell, he launches himself off the edge, arms and legs splayed out like a human starfish.
The massive splash sends water arcing high, soaking you, Matt, and everyone within a ten-foot radius.
âAlways one to ruin the moment, Tom,â Matt jokes.
âHad to make sure you two didnât get too cosy,â Tom shoots back, swimming closer and clapping Matt on the shoulder.Â
Itâs all in good fun, sure, but then Matt catches Tom shoot a quick wink at Ewan, a flash of understanding passing between them.
So thatâs how itâs going to be? Game on.Â
Itâs the penultimate day of the Mallorca trip and the group has rented boats to paddle out along the stunning coastline. Only 2 people are allowed per vessel and some pairs have already formedâPhia and Phoebe, Louise thankfully pulled away from Ewan by Bethany, Harry and FreddieâŠ
And then thereâs Ewan who strides over to you determinedly. Matt is a half-step behind, his expression expectant, but Ewan is quicker. âIâm with you today, darling,â he says, his tone leaving little room for question. His hand finds yours, warm and grounding.
Mattâs eyes flicker with disappointment but heâs never been one to kick up a fuss. He gives you a faint resigned shrug, then turns to Liv. âGuess that means you and I are a team then.â
Liv rolls her eyes playfully, pushing her sunglasses up and swatting his arm. âDonât sound so thrilled. But I promise I wonât make you row the entire time.â
Mattâs smile softens as he looks at her, his earlier disappointment slipping into something more relaxed. âFine, but Iâm claiming the right to judge your rowing skills.â
âIâll have you know Iâm an excellent rower,â Liv insists, taking her spot at the front of the boat and casting a teasing glance at him. âYou, on the other handâŠweâll see.â
As you and Ewan push off into the water, he throws a glance back at the others, and a spark of mischief lights his eyes. âThink theyâll survive?â
You laugh, settling across Ewan on the boat. âI think itâll be a surprise if Tomâs boat doesnât capsize.â
Soon enough, everyoneâs boats are spaced out on the clear, serene waters, and thereâs nothing but the occasional splash of oars, the birds squawking high above, and the warm glow of the horizon. Ewan rows steadily, having doggedly refused your offer to help, and every now and then, his eyes flick to you, a soft smile never leaving his lips. His gaze lingers, like heâs committing your image to memory.
As you watch the world, he watches his world.
âFeels like another reality out here, doesnât it?â he says, his voice barely above a murmur.
You nod, watching the sunlight dance across the water. âIt really does.â You pause, glancing over your shoulder to see Liv and Matt, already in animated conversation. âItâs nice to just⊠forget everything for a while.â
He smiles, tilting his head. âAnything specific you wanna forget?â
You smile back. âEverything, really. The pressures, the expectations⊠wondering what everyone thinks or wants.â
From a few metres away, Mattâs voice carries over the water, cutting through the quiet intimacy of the moment. âIâm just saying, Liv, you donât have to prove anything. You can let me row.â
Liv laughs, her voice filled with playful defiance. âMatt, I am fully capable of handling this. Maybe itâs you who should be taking notes.â
âOh, Iâd hate to step on your expert skills,â Matt teases back, before throwing a glance your way, his gaze lingering a bit too long before he turns back to Liv, who seems blissfully unaware of his momentary distraction.
Ewan notices it too, and his grip on the oar tightens ever so slightly. But he says nothing, keeping his focus on you as he rows further along the shore.
He steers the boat around a small bend, his voice low. âTheyâre good together, donât you think?â
You turn, following his gaze. Itâs a simple, easy dynamic between them, one you know youâve seen before, and for a moment, a pang of something unnameable twists in your chest.
âYeah,â you murmur, a touch distracted.
Ewan catches your gaze, his eyes searching yours. âYou seem⊠surprised. Or maybe⊠jealous?â
You laugh it off, shaking your head. âNot at all. Itâs justââ
But before you can finish, a sudden splash interrupts you. Harryâs boat has tipped over, both he and Freddie flailing in the water, their laughter filling the air as they try to right themselves.
Bethany, a few feet away, doubles over, her laughter carrying over the waves. âOh my god, Freddie, I told you to sit still!â
Harry, sputtering as he surfaces, grins. âGuess I got too excited.â
âSo I was wrong,â you turn to Ewan, smirking. âItâs not Tom who capsized.â
Ewan just laughs, then adds slyly, âHere I was wishing it would have been Matt.â
After the boats return to shore, youâre all tired and exhilarated, the sun higher in the sky as you make your way up the beach. But the peace is short-lived. Fans, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, begin to gather along the shore, their voices excited, cameras ready as they shout greetings and ask for photos. The relaxed energy shifts as each of you is drawn into the swirl of attention, questions flying as you try to keep up.
A fan steps in close, slightly shaking in her nerves. âYou⊠and Ewan?â she asks, the question open-ended but its meaning clear.
You chuckle awkwardly, caught off guard, opting to just wrap an arm around her shoulders as she takes a selfie with you.Â
But the fan is relentless, her attention shifting to Matt, whoâs standing off to the side with Liv, his gaze directed toward you even as he signs another fanâs poster. âWhat about him?â she says, grinning.
Ewanâs arm slips around your waist protectively, pulling you closer. âSheâs with me today,â he says confidently, not minding the possibility of this fan taking to the internet after this encounter, with proof of her ship actually being together.
Ewan doesnât care; he has no reason to hide how much he wants you. Not anymore. If his fans want a crumb, as he often reads online about him, then heâs going to give them a whole feast.Â
With you as the main course in the Ewan banquet.
As the day comes to a close, you find yourself resting all alone in your room, stealing the group introvert mantle right under Ewanâs nose. Everything that has happened during this vacation plays in your mind like a montage, and somehow, it all feels like itâs building up to a grand finale.
But before you can lose yourself completely in your thoughts, thereâs a soft knock at your door.
You groan to yourself as you walk over, but your protest dies as you find Ewan standing there, holding something behind his back.
âHey, you,â he greets you with a smirk thatâs more mischievous than usual. âGot a minute?â
Your heart skips a beat â itâs always been that way with him, that instant flutter, even now after everything. âSure. Whatâs up?âÂ
âIâve got a surprise for you,â he says, his grin widening at your raised brow. He steps into your room, pulling whatever heâs hiding behind his back.
When he finally reveals it, you blink, eyes widening. âYou... bought these?â You canât help but laugh.
Two brightly coloured superhero masks â one Spider-Man, the other Spider-Gwen.
âYep, I saw a costume shop that had Carnaval masks⊠and these too, apparently,â Ewan says, looking pleased with himself. âI thought it would be fun. Weâre getting away from the villa tonight. I figured we could use these. You know, masks for our incognito date night.â
It had taken one quick scroll on the internet for your group to discover that the paparazzi trailed everyone around town today, and Elliott even annoyingly revealed that he might have seen one or two of them lingering outside the villaâs premises.Â
Vultures.
You laugh again, shaking your head. âWait, youâre serious? Weâre wearing these to our⊠date? Wait, why are we going on a date?â
He shrugs with a playful glint in his eye. âWhy not?â
You hesitate for a second. Itâs such a ridiculous idea, but in the best possible way. Heâs always had a way of pulling you out of your own head, making you feel like thereâs no right or wrong way to just live in the moment.Â
Or maybe he could propose anythingâanything at allâand youâd be beside yourself if you refused. Itâs how you and him ended up having copious amounts ofâŠ. casual lovemaking, months after breaking up.
âOkay,â you finally say, âbut only if you promise not to laugh when I look completely ridiculous in it.â
âNever,â he says with mock solemnity, holding out the Spider-Gwen mask for you. âYouâll look amazing. Trust me.â
As you slink past the gates, the masks make you feel more than a little silly, but also oddly liberated. Itâs like youâre in on another secret with him, something just for the two of you.
You look at him, smiling as you adjust the mask. âThis is insane,â you say, your voice muffled behind the fabric.
Ewan smiles back, clearly pleased with himself. âI know. And itâs perfect.â
âAre you sure this isnât just you practicing for an audition for yet another Spiderman reboot?â
He only playfully shoots air webs at you, his adorable pew-pew noises audible under his mask.
You chuckle softly, your heart warming at the sight of him. âSo, what now? Youâre just going to walk me through the streets like this?â
âOf course. You ready to go on the best secret date of your life?â
You laugh, feeling lighter than you have in days. âLead the way, Spiderman.â
The walk isnât long, just enough to enjoy the quiet of the night and the unexpected adventure of it all. When you finally arrive at the restaurant, you stop dead in your tracks, blinking up at the building in front of you. Itâs perched on the edge of a cliff, offering a breathtaking view of the bay below. The warm glow of the restaurant spills out onto the street, and youâre immediately struck by how beautiful its facade is.
You look at Ewan, your surprise written all over your face. âThis... this place looks amazing. How did you find it?â
âI have my ways,â he says, grinning. âCome on.â
He leads you up the stairs, and you both remove your masks as you enter, giggling to each other. Youâre met with a homey, rustic atmosphere. Thereâs a dim light from lamps perched on the posts, the soft murmur of conversations, and the smell of fresh food in the air. Itâs everything you didnât realise you needed tonightâcalm, peaceful, and more than a little romantic.
âI booked a private table for us,â Ewan says softly, glancing around for the waiter.Â
The two of you are escorted to a table on the balcony, overlooking the bay. The moon reflects on the water, casting a silver glimmer over the scene. For a moment, you just sit there, both of you silent, taking it all in.
âEwan, this is incredible,â you say, your voice quiet but full of admiration. âI donât even know what to say.â
Ewan smiles, reaching across the table to take your hand. âYou donât have to say anything. And I promise this isnât some ploy to get you to speed up your decision-making. I just⊠I just wanted you to have a night where you could forget about everything else.â
He leans back slightly, his eyes studying you with that gentle familiarity, like heâs waiting for you to say something more, but he doesnât rush you.
You glance down at the simple sundress youâve been wearing all day. You didnât have time to change when Ewan mentioned the surprise evening out â there was no real thought given to a perfect outfit. And yet, as you sit here now, across from him in the warm candlelight, you donât feel the usual self-consciousness you mightâve once felt.Â
You feel more beautiful than you ever have before, because he sees you as the most beautiful person in the room. In any room.
âI donât know how you do it,â you say, looking at him. âHow you make everything feel soâŠâ You trail off, unable to find anything adequate.Â
His lips curl into a knowing, half-smile. âI feel the same about you.â
And you might not know it yet, but this night is when you choose him.Â
Under the unprecedented rainfall, later on, you will realise that you never truly had to choose.
Itâs always been Ewan, all along.Â
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Then it's back to LA or London, depending on who darling opts to go with đ
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A race for love p.12
Hii guyss, I've been MIA these past few days but I'm back so I hope you enjoy this part. If you've missed part 11 or the other parts you can find them on my masterlist :)
Formula 1 is all about speed, but in this story, the real race isn't just on the track. Read on to find out who will win the ultimate race-for your heart.
- Spa 2023 -
You wake up to the warmth of Franco's arm draped around you, the soft rise and fall of his chest steady and comforting. For a moment, you just stay there, enjoying the peaceful quiet, his body snug against yours. His grip tightens slightly as he stirs, his lips brushing the top of your head.
"Good morning," he mumbles sleepily, pulling you closer into his embrace.
"Morning," you reply, your voice soft as you nuzzle into him. The morning light peeks through the curtains, but you feel like you could stay here forever, wrapped up in this cocoon of warmth and affection.
Franco shifts slightly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I could get used to waking up like this," he says, his voice playful but sincere.
You smile up at him. "Me too, but I should probably get going before my dad wonders where I've been."
Franco groans softly, tightening his hold on you. "Just a little longer?" he pleads, his lips finding yours in a slow, lingering kiss.
You laugh against his lips, feeling a rush of warmth in your chest. "I wish I could," you say between kisses, "but I have to get ready. I'll find you later in the paddock, okay?"
Franco sighs dramatically but finally lets go, watching you with a playful pout. "Fine, but only because you promised you'll come find me later."
You kiss him one last time, savouring the softness of his lips before you pull away. "I'll see you soon," you whisper, giving him a quick wink as you grab your things and head for the door.
When you arrive at the F1 paddock, the energy is buzzing with anticipation for the day's practices. As you step into the McLaren garage, you're greeted by Lando and Oscar, both of whom are lounging around while they wait for their turn on track.
"Look who decided to show up!" Lando jokes, waving you over. "Busy night?" He wiggles his eyebrows teasingly, making Oscar chuckle.
You roll your eyes, but you can't help the smile that forms on your lips. "Please, you know I'm here to keep an eye on you two," you shoot back, plopping down next to them. "Someone's gotta make sure you don't get into trouble."
Oscar smirks. "Yeah, because we're the ones who cause all the trouble around here."
The three of you spend the next hour laughing, making jokes, and trading playful banter. The lightheartedness of it all helps ease the nervous excitement bubbling in your chest. It feels good to be back in the paddock, surrounded by friends.
As the time for F1 practice nears, Lando and Oscar start gearing up, and you take the opportunity to slip away. You send a quick text to Franco, letting him know you're on your way to the F3 paddock.
When you finally arrive, you spot Franco from a distance, pacing back and forth, his phone pressed tightly to his ear. His expression is tense, and his voice is raised, though you can't make out the words. As you get closer, you catch the tail end of his conversation.
"Just forget it, alright?!" Franco snaps before hanging up the phone abruptly, his jaw clenched.
You approach him carefully, concerned by the frustration etched across his face. "Hey," you say softly, touching his arm. "Is everything okay? Who was that?"
Franco startles slightly, but his expression softens when he sees you. He takes a deep breath, running a hand through his hair as he tries to shake off whatever had him so riled up. "It's nothing important," he says quickly, forcing a smile. "Just... a stupid thing, don't worry about it."
You tilt your head, sensing that there's more to it, but Franco's already changing the subject. "So, you found me," he says, pulling you into his arms with a grin. "Does that mean I get a good luck kiss after practice?"
You smile, but your curiosity lingers. "Of course," you reply, leaning in to kiss him gently. But as you pull away, you can't help but wonder what was really going on with that phone call.
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#f1#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#formula 1#franco colapinto x you#franco colapinto fanfic#franco colapinto imagine#franco colapinto x reader#oliver bearman x you#oliver bearman x reader#oliver bearman#f2
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Death Becomes Her (Lena x Rio) Pt 2
Rio reappears at the Tower when Kara gently but urgently delivers Lena's body to a stasis pod. Her friend's heart still beats, but only barely. Even that is clouded to nothing by the stasis field that envelops Lena.
"Her spirit is already gone," Rio says, neither cruel nor kind. "You simply delay the decay of her body. Would Lena want this?"
"She wouldn't want to be DEAD!" Kara barks, her anger taking over now that Lena is safe. She whirls on Rio. "How could-- she trusted you! She loved you! And you-- you--"
At that, Rio looks away, a hint of *something* coloring her cheeks. Her face no longer looks like death. She simply looks like Rio, their friend-- like Rio, Lena's partner.
"Lena--" Rio's voice cracks. "I have known Lena her whole life. My affection for her was genuine. I admired her-- her capacity to connect with life, for all that I was never far from her."
"And yet you still murdered her."
"I am not the catalyst. For most, I am simply the destination. For only a select few am I the means."
Kara scowls. "And how do you decide?"
"I *don't*," Rio reiterates, losing some of her gravitas in her frustration.
"Then how can you tell?" Kara all but stamps her foot, struggling to understand. This isn't right. It can't be. Lena had finally shed the weight of her family's burdens, started to live for herself, to love the world and her place within, embracing her magic and science both in equal measure.
This can't be the end. Not for Lena.
"Magic," Rio delivers simply. "The world is made of it, and even those unaware of its existance are swayed by it. Nature decides when the time has come."
Kara's mind races. As much as it sounds like a bullshit answer, from her time with Lena she knows that even the most outlandish claims can carry truth.
She also knows that magic is not infallible.
"Magic can be manipulated," Kara states her thoughts aloud.
Rio glares at her. "I cannot undo what has been done."
"No, I mean--" Kara huffs, struggling to find the words. "If someone wanted Lena dead, could they have twisted the flow of magic? Could they have drawn you to her?"
A scoff answers her. "Kara--"
"Is. It. Possible?" Kara bites out the word, fighting every fiber of her being not to lash out, to not fry Rio on the spot in a fit of rage.
She watches Rio hesitate, her brow furrowing with thought as she considers the possibility presented her.
"Life and death is the source of all magic, the oldest magic in the universe. To manipulate such energies would take incalculable ability."
Kara seizes the opportunity. "And if Lena's death weren't natural... if you suspected the flow of life and death had been tampered with... there has to be someone or something you know capable of such power."
Rio's gaze snaps to Kara, and in that single stare Kara sees the answer. There is someone, and Rio knows who it may be. And the alarm in Death's gaze makes Kara's heart lurch.
"Who?" she asks.
Rio looks her dead in the eye.
"Mephisto."
#supercorp#lena x rio#death becomes her#idk i saw a lot of mephisto fan theories about agatha all along#so i looked into it and saw some potential#things are cooking#still not sure where this will end up#we're gonna ride the train for as long as its rolling
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I wonder how the rise boys would react to 2012 Mikey's pizza concoctions...like the pizza shake lol
something tells me rise!Mikey isn't pleased
#sorry this took so long to answer i forgot it was lingering in there aahshsh#i've never drawn the 2012 boys before and it shows gang gang#but yeah no#i see other bros ranging from disinterested and slightly repulsed (donnie) to curious (raph) to excited to try it for the hell of it (leo)#plus bragging rights for getting it down ofc#mikey??? now mikey would take it as an affront to food itself (mr i-watch-gourmet-tv and look up to a gordon ramsey wannabe)#a hopeful grain of me says well maybe he would be willing to teach them how to cook properly#but the bigger eviler side says that mikey would go dr delicate touch on them and ban them from the kitchen entirely#he would adore ice cream kitty tho <3#i say all of this with nothing but love and affection in my heart for both iterations#but god help me the 2012 turtles wouldn't be allowed within 10 feet of my kitchen#ask#rottmnt#tmnt#e stars scribblez#stars speaks#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise mikey#2012 mikey#phone doodles
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obsessed w the tags on ur last reblog
Omgg, thank you haha, it was a quality post so I just had to appreciate it in full force đâ€ïž
Canât believe someone would actually enjoy my yapping :,D
#guys help is it time for a rebranding?? am I just gonna post about f1 now??#I still canât believe this has all started because bestie and I were watching Ted Lasso (because Iâve been obsessed with that show for a#while now too) and I paused the episode to talk about how I really like the way Jamie interacts with kids (Iâm sorry people being good with#and nice to kids is one of my weaknesses I work with kids now and have been invested in treating kids well forever)#so me saying that apparently reminded her of max and she showed me a video of him with p and yeah it was very effective in making me like#him and then we left the episode on pause and she told me a lot about f1 and max specifically cause I was interested now lmao (funny thing#is that she also got roped into it by our other friends I swear itâs speeding lmao#she also compared him to Jamie from Ted lasso (if you know you know) and showed me some heart wrenching Taylor swift edits (i havenât#emotionally recovered yet) and yeah thatâs how I started consuming way too much f1 content on YouTube and got into this whole mess lmao#oh yeah our friends also made me and another friend make a Tier list for all the drivers based on vibes alone (cause I only knew a bit about#max at that time and the other one knew nothing really) which was very funny too#especially looking back at it (we did some of them so dirty lmao đ)#Iâve also come to the conclusion that tumblr is still one of the least annoying platforms to engage with other people (still)#YouTube is full of hate comments about drivers and stuff itâs so annoying actually#not to mention Twitter but I donât go there and probably never will đ#I personally donât enjoy fics and scenarios and shipping of real people cause it makes me a bit uncomfy (not judging people who do#you do you as long as it doesnât negatively affect anyone#but yeah Iâd much rather just scroll by those here than have to look away from all the mindless hate and which driver is better discussions#everywhere else like Iâm not one to engage with stuff like that but it does upset me to some#degree so yeah tumblr making memes and being rather positive about their drivers (most of what Iâve seen here of course there are gonna be#annoying people everywhere) is much more tolerable and a lot more enjoyable for me#whoops this post got away from me again oh dear#Iâve had the idea for a meme stuck in my head for days now: Max verstappen but make it if you donât love me at my *swearing on team radio#giving spicy replies and attitude to the media maxplaining and complaining going for risky overtakes* you donât deserve me at my *precious#interactions with p talking about his cats being a goofball with other drivers and especially danny defending other drivers driving#beautifully in the rain* itâs a package deal you canât just pick and choose and personally I donât even get why people complain about some#of the other stuff I appreciate someone whoâs passionate and honest and genuinely kind where it matters đ€·đ»ââïž#I think Iâve seen someone else say that but the more people complain about and criticize max the more I feel the need to defend him#god forbid women have hobbies for real (canât believe Iâve yapped so much I canât put more tags đ)#also shoutout to Oscar Piastri and Danny Ric (I was so happy Oscar won even tho McLaren where being very silly in a not so funny way)
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happy bday i canât draw but i will try to doodle h a cow trick <3
Yippeeee!!! Thank you!!! As long as there's love in it I will be able to tell đđđđđ
#i have a lot of affection in my heart for messy doodles and sketches and also seeing art from people who dont do art often#i used to teach painting classes and fob made me study my own art so much and like technical skill is great but theres nothing like raw love#big agree woth that post that says tou love something enough to make bad art and go back to the fundamentals later#so many people have told me 'im not an artist' and im like youve got the heart of one babey making bad art is still making art#people tell me they cant draw a perfect circle or symmeteical and neither can iiiiiii thats the joy of life its not all perfect shapes#assymetry is gay /pos#i just also really love cows outside of the whole uhhhh fob farms thing lol so a normal cow will make me happy too#no pressure at all :3#marco lore#fob farms#birthday#not art
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advices are welcome because i âšdont know anything anymoreâš
#this friend of mine is the sweetest#we always got along even though we're very different#in the way that im a very closed off person i dont like social media and i will not reply to texts and its nothing personal its just me#he on the other hand is very talkative. loves showing affection and has like 3 different podcasts and he's friends with literally everyone#long story short he graduated and moved cities it's been 3 months#also i went through a very bad depressive episode and im still crawling out of it#he says im distant and its not because the lack of texts but because there isnt a way to communicate with me#i say im depressed and its disappearing is nothing new and he knows this. that all im asking is time#he says he's anxious and has abandonment issues and that his love language is words of affirmation#i say i was never a person that says much from the beginning and listed all other things ive done and sacrifice myself for him#he says he understands and he feels loved and cared for by me. still his love language is words of affirmation and he needs it#it feels like a demand even though he keeps saying it's not#he says there's nothing wrong with me being an overall absent person and that the problem is with him#his insecurities and words of affirmation is the way out of it#and i dont know what to do anymore#i want someone to tell me im in the wrong and that friends give in for each other#but everyone keeps saying this is not okay and i dont know i understand where he's coming from#i just .... im so tired#'ik you said you dont have energy but do you see where im coming from?' left a bad taste in my mouth#idk my heart is heavy im so exhausted and i wish he had read that damn text i sent him carefully and not rushed to replu#reply*#how can a person respect your boundaries and still cross them and then no it's actually you misunderstanding?#aita#personal
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the soremik in my head is so vastly different from anyone elses idea of them that i fear if i ever speak out on the subject i'll have rocks thrown at me. but once again they are allowed to look but never touch. you have to expect this from me by now.
#.text#its for an actual reason this time outside of general preference though!#to sorey the best time to have told mikleo he loves him was before he met alisha. and then after. well. thats his secret now#i near constantly think about how sorey views his duty as shepherd. it is not just a title -- it is like chains.#he knows he is going to die some day. and its clear that after he becomes shepherd he knows its going to be soon.#i think a lot of the optimism sorey has is true. to an extent -- he believes the things he says to others.#but he knows some of them are lies.#its a kind of 'if i say it enough times and if i try hard enough then i can will it to be true' kind of mentality#which more often than not writes him off as naive and ignorant. and in some cases that is true. but in others he is often right. which is#why that optimism sounds like pure optimism rather than him trying to force things to turn out well#which is in turn connects to how he knows being the shepherd isnt something that comes without cost. it isnt just the weight that hurts him#and you know he knows this because the realization that he must become maotelus' vessel is not one that comes suddenly#to him. it has always been there. he knew this was going to happen. he does not fear it -- not entirely. it isnt the act of#sleeping or dying that scares him. its what comes after. but not for him. for the people around him.#he is never scared for what may happen to him. only of what may happen to others and how it affects them.#honestly the fact that this mentality came naturally to him is so startling... it came out of nowhere. only was this born#from the way that he loves and protects others. nothing else.#which turns right back around to mikleo. the shepherd is chained down by fate. he will not do the same to mikleo#i think he would do it because he believes hes protecting mikleo of the heart break. because more than anything sorey wants him#to live. after hes gone he wants mikleo to live. and i genuinely cannot think of their relationship as otherwise#because i know full well that the moment mikleo and sorey found out that sorey is human and he is going to die. it changed everything#even if it changed nothing it changed everything.#im going to love you for all of my life and youre going to miss me for the rest of yours. type of relationship.#not to mention sorey has this really large savior complex -- he knows he is hurting himself by doing this (by doing everything#really. the first thing that comes to mind is allowing alisha to become his sublord. if he dies because of their pact#but saves at least one life because of it. then so be it)#but is saving mikleo. which obviously isnt the case. thats never been the case.#but that is how it is and how it must always be.#sorry for the sorey essay. it will happen again
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#it is very hard to love you#it really is#with any other partner I had I could be a perv and throw sex jokes around#but these dont work with you#with many others I can offer sweet words that meana nothing but show my affection#but you only like things that can actually help#i cant even ask how your days been#because you dont talk about your issues and just say 'fine' or 'tired'#you built up many many walls around#and after all these years I thought youd let me on some of those#but no you built them up again#and you push me away#loving you is very hard when I dont feel like you want me close#but still I love you#and I wont stop loving you#with all my heart#bloodletting
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jjk men coming home and finding you crying
ft. gojo, geto, nanami, toji fluff and comfort
gojo satoru
you wiped your eyes quickly as you heard the door opened. you took a deep breath, making sure your voice didnât come as shaky as you said, âwelcome home, toru.â with a big grin and the usual paper bag filled with sweets on his right hand he planted a kiss on your head. âiâm home baby.â
you were just about to let out a sigh of relief when satoru suddenly knelt in front of you whoâs on the couch, blindfold off as his blue eyes stared as if seeing right through you. âwhatâs wrong?â he said softly, his knuckles brushing over your cheek with such a careful gesture. âwhat do you mean?â you tilted your head, cringing inside at the bad feign. âyou canât fool my six eyes, baby. also what kind of boyfriend iâll be if i canât even notice when my girl is sad?â
you tried to form a sentence to say as an excuse but the kisses he peppered across your face wasnât really helping. you chuckled as you whine softly, âtoruu.â the white-haired man cupped your face, a gorgeous smile on his face. âmy favorite sound, baby,â he said, kissing your lips. âtell me? pleaseeee.â you laughed once more at his emphasis at the last word. âitâs really nothing, toru.â
âi love listening to nothing. we even have some sweets here as snacks,â he said, opening the paper bag excitedly. âi think you just want an excuse to eat it at 8 pm,â you raised an eyebrow, as he grinned. ânonsense, baby. now câmere, let me hold you while you tell your story.â he put you between his legs, your back resting on his broad chest comfortably. you sighed out of wonderment, thinking how you could be so lucky, being this loved by the man.
âhere, pick whatever. this one is my favorite,â he rummaged through the bag thatâs on your lap. you looked at him with fondness as his face leaned in beside you to see better. âyeah? youâll give me your favorite?â
âthereâs nothing in the world that you canât get, baby.â he kissed the side of your face. ânow start from the very beginning.â
geto suguru
âif you thought you were doing a great job hiding those tears i have some news for you sweet girl,â getoâs voice was gentle on your ear as he wipe the wet residue underneath your eyes with the inner sleeve of his robe. âi wasnât really hiding it,â you frowned, somehow not liking the fact that he noticed your little moment of weakness. âyeah? so you were just rubbing your eyes all rough like that for no reason?â he gave you a little smile.
yeah, it was a battle you had lost from start.
he put his arms around you, rubbing your back in a soothing pattern. âwhatâs wrong baby, everything okay?â you melted right into his touch, resting your head on his chest right on the calming beating of his heart. âyeah, itâs not really a big deal,â you mumbled, your low spirit was really affecting him more than he would ever let you know. his hand kept moving as he once again kissed the side of your head, a low chuckled escaped him. âyouâre cute when you think you have a choice on telling me what had upset you.â
you laughed softly at his playfulness, knowing full well to youâll end up telling your boyfriend everything. âyouâre right. but can i tell you later?â you asked, wanting just this peaceful moment to last just a little longer as you held him tight.
ââcourse baby, got all the time in the world for you.â
nanami kento
nanami already knew that something was off when the house felt a little quiet as he arrived. and then he found you hunched over as you stood behind the kitchen counter. âhoney?â you wiped your eyes with what you thought was the speed of sound but it was clear to both of you that you had been crying. âhi ken, how was work?â you replied with a small voice, a smile nanami didnât particularly like plastered on your face; only because it seemed forced.
âoh no, weâre not breezing past it. come here my love.â and his embrace enveloped you like a dream, all warm and perfect. he stroke your hair ever so softly as he whispered sweet nothings. when you calmed down a little he sneaked a hand under your jaw, rubbing his thumb on your cheek gently, a gesture with amount of love you could only guess. âwhatâs wrong, hm?â he questioned you, his eyes shone with adoration; thereâs only you in that moment.
âiâm okay, ken. more importantly arenât you tired from work?â thereâs a deep crease between the blondâs man eyebrows he heard you say this, as if that was the most offensive thing he had ever heard from you. ââmore importantly?â there could be nothing thatâs more important than you, dear,â he said, knowing that concern was from a good place, like he was worrying over you, of course you would fuss over him who just came home from work.
âstillâŠâ you hesitated, but he kissed it out of you quickly. âwant me to prepare you a bath, love? you know i can get the perfect temperature for you,â he whispered, coaxing you. and he was right, even sometimes he would get it right more often than you. before you could even mumble out another excuse he continued. âand while you do that iâll prepare dinner, okay? iâm sure thereâre still some ingredients left to make that nice meal you like.â
âno, i couldnât possibly let you do all the work ken-â
âlove, iâm here. you can relax, okay? you always do so much for me, let me do this for you,â he reassured you, cupping your face as he trailed your cheeks with soft kisses. youâre still not convinced, as he smiled over your great concern. âdo this for me, please?â he tried once more and thereâs no way you could refuse that. you nodded, feeling another wave of tears coming out of gratitude for your boyfriend., âthank you ken, i love you so much.â
âi love you too. and when youâre ready to talk, iâm here okay? always.â
toji fushiguro
he lifted you up, your leg instinctively wrapped themselves around his waist as he grabbed both of your thighs to support you. you tighten the hold of your arms around his neck, resting your head on your shoulder, nuzzling closer to his neck; not wanting him to see your post-crying face.
he sat you on the kitchen counter, putting both of his hands on the hard surface, on either side of your body practically refraining you to run away. âwhatâs wrong pretty girl?â he asked you whoâs currently staring at the fingers on your lap as if itâs the most interesting thing in the world. he kissed your shoulder blade, intentionally lingering a little long to hopefully calm your nerves. ânothing, i guess,â you answered nonchalantly, like detaching yourself. âyouâre shit at lying babe, you know that right? look at the frown that youâre wearing right now, itâs almost touching the floor,â he said as he kissed your neck next. âmean,â you meant to frown, and you realized you were already doing that for the past hour. fine, maybe he had a point, so what?
ânah, whatâs mean is when my girl wonât even tell me what made her upset,â he said, tilting his head confidently, his big hand on your waist as he rubbed your side. the look on his face was enough to make you relent. âfine⊠youâll force it out of me sooner or later anyways,â you mumbled as he smiled, knowing that you needed a little push is all to sound your worries. âatta girl.â
âtell me all âbout it yeah? donât leave out a single detail. then maybe if youâre up for it, i can show you that i got many ways to cheer you up,â
#jjk x y/n#jjk x you#jjk fluff#jjk x reader#gojo x reader#gojo fluff#suguru fluff#suguru x reader#geto x reader#nanami fluff#nanami kento x reader#nanami x reader#jjk nanami#jjk toji#toji x you#toji x reader#toji fluff
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clan leader!satoru, whose smile isnât actually a. . . smile. it serves as a gentle (yet not-so-gentle) threat to whomever it is dedicated to. a lot of the gojo clan members, as well as members from other noble clans, have heard of that infamous smile and know of its true meaning.
ever since marrying you, that smile often finds its way onto his lips. itâs not because of you, but rather because of the ones interacting with you. satoru didnât ever expect to feel so possessive about someone he initially didnât care for.
a marriage of convenience is all that your relationship was for. it purely existed for the sake of a connection between two famous families. your first weeks together have been awkward. any form of affection - any touches or loving words - were for the sake of his image.
however that all was fated to change: satoru eventually found himself falling for his wife.
your kind personality, your subtle smiles, the embarrassed expression on your face whenever he teased you in front of others even if it was all a faux display- an act of being all lovey-dovey. your inner and outer beauty was slowly becoming more apparent to the white-haired man.
you donât know when it started. you canât recall why satoru is suddenly acting affectionate even behind closed doors. usually, heâd drop the act the second youâre in your chambers. now he continues to compliment you, pepper you with chaste kisses as long as you allowed him to⊠even refer to you as his âdearâ, âpretty girlâ or âsweetheartâ to your face like itâs nothing.
you shrug off your own guards and maids when they curiously inform you about their lordâs sudden change of personality, which was supposedly all because of you.
âah, my wife,â satoruâs voice echoes above the loud chatter in the main hall. you turn your head and find your heart racing for some reason as he addresses you in that gentle tone.
he makes his way through the crowd, eyes never leaving your face, even as other important figures try to catch his attention to talk business. âi was greatly worried about you,â your husband sighs.
a gloved hand cups your face and satoru leans in, his glossy lips inches from yours. youâd think this was part of the fake arrangement, but thereâs this genuine hint of adoration behind his cerulean eyes that you cannot ignore.
âiâ my apologies,â you murmur softly, eyes darting around the room while you try to ignore the loud thumping of your heart. âi was simply talking to one of the guards,â you explain and nod your head to the bulky man standing next to you.
the guard respectfully bows to satoru the second you introduce him. your husband doesnât respond for a single second, his fingers twitching lightly at his side. he canât stand the thought of you talking to another man while he isnât around.
is it for your own safety? or is it because heâs jealous and immediately wants to get rid of any man who dares speak to his precious wife? perhaps itâs a mixture of both.
âi see,â satoru replies. his eyes darken for a second before he catches himself. the corners of his lips curl upwards, though the smile doesnât quite reach his eyes.
that familiar sight makes you nervous. youâve seen it before, when your husband would subtly threaten others for whatever reason, while hiding his true feelings behind that smile.
âwell,â satoru continues, his arm wrapping around your waist. he pulls you against his side and places a kiss on top of your head while glaring at the guard through his white eyelashes.
âthank you for keeping my wife safe,â the clan leader says through that tight smile, trying to keep it as âgenuineâ looking as possible. he has a reputation and image to uphold after all.
youâre about to say something, but are cut off as satoru adds another comment. âiâm here now, so you can return to your post.â
it isnât a suggestion. it is an orderâ a command. a disguised threat.
the guard immediately picks up on the subtle hint and nods without saying a word before walking back to his spot at the doors. you can hear the faint whispers from others as they also seem to recognise that change in satoruâs demeanour.
itâs not like youâre totally oblivious to whatâs happening either. you look up at satoru and place a hand on his chest, trying to catch his attention. âsatoru,â you whisper his name.
the white-haired man immediately snaps out of it and excitedly shoots you that boyish smile of his instead of the fake, cold one he wore on his face just a second ago.
âyou called, my dear?â satoru tilts his head, bringing a hand to rest over yours on his chest. your eyes widen a bit at the way he seems to relax and look at you with that same devoted gaze.
you donât think itâs an act anymore. the words die on your tongue and you canât recall what you wanted to say anymore. those sparkling blue eyes and charming smile have you rendered speechless.
ââŠitâs nothing,â you mutter under your breath. you have no clue how youâve managed to turn that once, cocky, overly confident and cold-hearted ruler into a total softie for you. itâs something you still need to process yourself.
satoru doesnât leave your side for the rest of the night, glaring at the men who pass by, shooting them that fake, threatening smile if they looked like they desired to converse with you.
youâre his wife, and thatâs that. he silently wonders when youâll realise that he actually fell for you. perhaps you are already aware of it, but hide it from him on purpose.
whatever the case is, satoru will make sure that you know his true feelings for you. one day he will tell you those three words explicitlyâ if it wasnât obvious enough through his sudden change of behavior.
#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader#gojo x reader#jjk fluff#gojo fluff#jjk x you#gojo x you#gojo x y/n#jjk x y/n#jjk x female reader#gojo x female reader#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x you#gojo satoru x y/n#is this a tease to my other clan!leader gojo fic? perhaps.... :D
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Take it Off - Azriel x Reader
Summary: You and Azriel have been friends for centuries... but what happens when he wakes up one day to find that things have changed? And how will he react when you start wearing Cassian's clothes?
Warnings: Angst. Jealous Azriel. Suggestiveness and then some (I don't know what warning to put, but it's spicier than my usual stuff is all I'll say). Cassian is an absolute menace... good for him
Author's note: Did I write this to procrastinate editing SSIB Ch 22 after watching Bridgerton S3?... yes
Is this a fucking game to you?
Cassian grinned over the lip of his cup, raising his brow in a poorly disguised expression of confusion. Heâd been playing the innocent fool all throughout breakfast, seemingly oblivious to the daggers Azriel was throwing his direction every time he made you laugh.
Internally, he and Nesta were both cackling. He threw his arm over the back of his metaâs chair, plucking the cream puff she held out for him, and tossing it into his mouth with a shit-eating grin.Â
Iâve not the faintest idea what youâre talking about, Azriel. Although it hurts me deeply to see you so upset.
Upset was an understatement. Azriel was holding onto his glass of orange juice so tightly cracks were beginning to form beneath his fingertips.Â
You elbowed Azriel in the ribs, brows furrowed as you pointed your slice of toast towards his hand. âAre you ok?â You whispered low and just for his ears.Â
The molten anger in his eyes melted away, hazel eyes softening as he took in your concerned expression. You were the first and only one of his family members to watch him so intensely. You could unravel the meaning in every twitch of his jaw, every rhythmic tap of his fingers against his thigh, every flicker of his shadows. You knew when he was upset, when he was happy, and when he wanted to laugh but had trouble expressing it. The only thing you werenât aware of when it came to Azriel was how unbelievably in love with you he was.Â
But that was his own fault.Â
Youâd watched him fawn over Mor for centuries, watched as he practically crawled on hand and knees for any kernel of affection she was willing to throw his way. Then, when you thought heâd finally gotten over his feelings for her, heâd chased after Elainâs heels like a dog in heat. You didnât even want to begin thinking about Gwyn and the way sheâd trampled over his hopes with the simple phrase, âI love you as a friend, Azriel. Nothing more.âÂ
No. It was entirely his fault that youâd learned to bury your own feelings for him so deep theyâd become background noise â as inconsequential and ever present as the sound of your own breathing.Â
Still⊠you couldnât help but notice the secrets swimming in his eyes, the hurt and longing there that you could only guess the origin of. Whoâd hurt him this time? You wondered.Â
âIâm fine.â Azriel whispered, his hands ghosting over your thighs before deciding against touching you there.Â
You hummed, clearly unconvinced. You held your toast in between your teeth, tasting the raspberry jam explode on your tongue as you reached over and carefully peeled Azrielâs fingers off his injured glass.Â
His heart stuttered at the sight of your lips as they closed around your thumb, licking away crumbs and jam from your fingertips. But then his gaze dropped to your chest and his stomach soured.Â
As Madjaâs apprentice, youâd acquired a special interest in botany â an interest that had all but shoved you into Feyreâs studio so you could learn the skills necessary to depict all manner of flora and fauna in your field journal. When youâd complained about finding paint and charcoal stains over your clothes, Cassian had jumped on the opportunity to give you his old shirts to use as painting smocks. He had to congratulate himself for the stroke of genius. After all, he and Nesta had been discussing plans on how to get Azriel to admit his feelings for months now.Â
Azriel did not respond well to outright suggestions or bullying. If he told Azriel to pull his head out of his ass and ask you on a proper date, the Shadowsinger would only hunker down on his preconceptions that he was unloveable, and that you were far too good for him. If he revealed to Azriel that youâd secretly loved him for decades that would only make him feel even more embarrassment and shame.Â
No.
 Jealousy worked far better when it came to Azriel.
You looked comfortable and happy in Cassianâs clothes â a fact that escaped no oneâs notice. You had the sleeves rolled up past your elbows, the rows of buttons at your back haphazardly done without wings to accommodate. Youâd worn that particular shirt a half dozen times now and replaced any scent of Cassian with your own.Â
Still, you were wearing another maleâs shirt⊠and it was starting to drive Azriel insane.
âI was going to get rid of these and thought you might like them for⊠painting.â Azriel shifted on his feet, holding out the neatly stacked pile of clothes for you.Â
You were laying on your stomach in bed, colored pencils and textbooks splayed out around you, but quickly righted yourself and sifted through the piles he handed you.
You held one up for a better look.Â
âAzriel, you were just wearing this last week.â It still smelled like him â the scent of the Illyrian mountains at night woven through the soft, cotton material. âI canât take this. Or this. Or this!âÂ
âI have more just like them.âÂ
You huffed, fists balanced on your hips.Â
Azriel was a simple male with ample space in his wardrobe. When he wasnât in his Illyrian leathers he wore the same three outfits on rotation, all of them nearly identical. If there was anyone who shouldnât be giving away clothes, it was Azriel.Â
âI really appreciate it, Az, but Iâm ok. I donât need these. Cassian already gave me enough hand-me-downs to last two decades at least.âÂ
A muscle in Azrielâs jaw jumped out. âWell Iâm glad for that.â He was practically seething. You noticed, as you always did, but you couldnât imagine that you were the cause of his frustrations.Â
âAre you sure youâre alright, Az? Youâve been acting strangely the past few days.âÂ
âItâs nothing.â
âI doubt that.âÂ
There were various things on his mind, chief among them you. So he took hold of the olive branch youâd extended him and laid down beside you, talking about everything and nothing at all. But one thing he avoided talking about at all costs was how the gentle scraping of your nails through his hair as he rested his head in your lap made him want to lock the door and never come out.Â
He wanted to bury his face beneath your sundress and then tear it to pieces. He wanted to dive under the covers and leave an assortment of marks on your skin. To hold you so close that you began to smell like one another.Â
You lay down beside him, leaning your head against his shoulder so he caught whiffs of your elderberry and lemon shampoo.Â
âYou know you can tell me anything, right? Thatâs what friends are for.âÂ
Right⊠friends. He was starting to hate that word.Â
âYes⊠I know.âÂ
How long do you think heâll last?
Nesta felt Cassianâs soft laugh blow over the back of her neck as they crouched just behind the door of Feyre's painting studio.
Azriel had been undeniably irritable the last two weeks, his patience fraying like a linen skirt with the hem torn off. Cassian was still sporting a bruise on his cheek from this morningâs sparring session after one of his teasing remarks had hit a little too close to home.Â
Not much longer. Look at him, Nes. Heâs practically vibrating.
Nesta slapped her hand over her mouth, stifling her laughter.Â
Azriel was restless, his wings kept opening and closing with agitation and the curve of his ears had long since turned a bright shade of pink. Heâd had his shadows knock over a cup of ink earlier, sending its contents splattering over your shirt and staining the fabric beyond repair. But youâd only shrugged and said, âItâs my painting shirt. Itâs meant to get dirty,â before going back to your canvas with a soft smile. The moment youâd turned your back to him, heâd silently cursed the ceiling.Â
Stupid, stupid, stupid. He kicked himself, too focused on your continuing conversation to think that his meddling brother and sister-in-law might be watching.Â
He hadnât expected his emotions to take over so quickly, least of all with you. Youâd been his best friend for over two hundred years. You were a staple in his life, more familiar to him than the childhood blanket he still had tucked away in his drawer. There was no reason why he should suddenly wake up one day and realize with a shock of surprise that he loved you and couldnât imagine living in a world that didnât have you in it.Â
It had been such a silly moment as well. Youâd been getting ready for Starfall, your hair done up and a flush of color spread over your cheeks and lips. Heâd come to check in on you and lost his breath when he saw you sitting at the vanity, holding up earrings to your neck to see if they matched the satin of your deep blue gown. And then youâd politely asked him to lace up your dress and heâd nearly swallowed his tongue in surprise, forcing his hands to stop shaking as they brushed against your spine. Gods heâd wanted to throw himself off a balcony that night, if only because youâd be the one tasked with healing him.Â
He wanted to throw himself off the balcony now. Let the ground swallow him whole so he wouldnât have to make a fool of himself in front of you⊠again.Â
I give it another week. Nesta declared.
Cassian smirked. I know my brother. He wonât last another three days.
In the end they were both wrong.Â
It only took two days for Azriel to finally snap.
âTake it off.âÂ
You swiveled around in your chair, tongue pressing against your cheek as you wondered what gave Azriel the audacity to march into your private lesson with Feyre and make such an out-of-character demand.Â
âWhat?â You asked, furrowing your brows.Â
Azriel stood as still as an obsidian statue in the doorway. His wings loomed over his shoulders, talons reaching towards the ceiling tense and twitching.Â
âTake. It. Off,â he repeated through gritted teeth. He clutched a neatly folded shirt in his hands, knuckles pale and bloodless from the tight grip. Youâd been wearing Cassianâs clothes almost every day this past week and he couldnât stand it anymore. He couldnât stand sitting beside you at the dinner table or in the library, the laughter in his throat dying when he caught Cassianâs scent drifting off your skin.Â
It was maddening the way you didnât think anything of it.Â
Yes, Cassian was practically a brother to you, and yes, he was a mated male but⊠fuck it bothered Azriel so much to think of anyone else laying claim to you. To think that one day you might actually walk around wearing another maleâs clothes because you loved them. To think that that male wouldnât be him.Â
Heâd tried to bring up the topic with you in his own round-about way, but youâd shrugged off all his suggestions of wearing something â anything â else.Â
âIf you want painting clothes, why donât we go shopping this afternoon? Iâm sure Feyre has recommendations. Or we could just walk around the Rainbow until something catches your eye.âÂ
âIâm not a full time artist, and it seems silly to spend money on clothes you intend to ruin.âÂ
âWhy donât you ask Feyre or Mor for hand-me-downs then? Theyâll fit you better and the sleeves wonât drag so much.âÂ
âI like it when my clothes are loose.âÂ
Feyre glanced between the two of you, namely the flare of Azrielâs nostrils and the way he ground his teeth so intently you worried heâd crack a tooth.Â
âIâm⊠going to leave now.â
âWaitâFeyre!âÂ
The High Lady kissed your cheek, a knowing look in her eyes, before scurrying out the door.Â
Donât scowl so much, Az, youâre making her nervous. She chirped to the Shadowsinger before slipping down the hallway and disappearing.Â
She made it all of ten feet down the hall before crowing, âItâs happening!â to the others.Â
Itâs happening?! Mor leapt out from her bedroom, a robe hastily tied around her waist and soap suds clinging to her hair. âFeyââ she hissed.
Feyre pressed a finger up to her lips, cutting her off. Theyâre in the art studio now.Â
I fucking KNEW IT! Mor squealed in delight, stomping her feet soundlessly into the floorboards as she allowed Feyre to grab her wrist and drag her forward.Â
I won the bet, Nes.
You didnât win, we both lost!
Semantics.Â
Why you basâ
Feyre, Rhys, Mor, Cassian, and Nesta streamed into the foyer. There was an air vent here that led directly to the art studio two floors above them and painted over so expertly it may as well have been part of the molding. The sounds traveling through it were muffled by echos and distance, but nothing that fae hearing and magic couldnât overcome.Â
âThatâs it!â The chair youâd been sitting in skittered back with a squeak. âWhat is your problem, Azriel? Youâve been agitated for weeks now. You wonât tell me, or any of the others, whatâs wrong and every time Cassian so much as glances in your direction you look like you want to tear his throat out!âÂ
Azriel said nothing as you stomped forward and dragged him into the room, slamming the door shut behind him. Whiskey eyes flickered down to your hand â the hand you currently had closed around his wrist â and he shuddered.Â
You didnât even want to begin to unpack the hidden meaning of that response as you brought him to the center of the room and let go.Â
He dropped the shirt on the nearby desk, hands lowering to the hem of your painting smock with a grimace.Â
âI need you to take this off.â He repeated with a frown.
âWhat kind of person marches into a room and demands that their friend take off their shirt?âÂ
He flinched at that word â friend.
âAz!â Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, and his anger. âWhat is going on with you?!âÂ
âItâs nothing.â He growled out, but he tugged at the hem like its very existence was a personal offense.
âClearly itâs not nothing.â
âCan you just take off your shirt and put this one on?â
You shoved him away. It wasnât even like he was asking you to get naked, you both knew you were wearing something beneath this, but it was the way he was asking that grated on your nerves â like what he was requesting was perfectly normal and you were the ridiculous one for not listening.
âNo.â You folded your arms over your chest with a huff. You were just being stubborn now, but you didnât care.Â
His eyes turned tortured and he clasped his hands together in front of you. âPlease?â He begged.
âNo! Not until you tell me whatâs going on and why youâre acting this way!âÂ
âI donât want to have this discussion while youâre standing there smelling like another male!â
That was⊠not what you were expecting.
You gaped at him, unsure whether to howl with laughter, or slap him across the face.Â
âThatâs what this is about? Youâre upset because Iâm wearing Cassianâs clothes?â You gagged at the mere thought of what Azriel was insinuating.Â
âWell that was a little hurtful.â Cassian mumbled.Â
Mor slapped the back of his head. âShhhhh. Iâm trying to listen.â
Azriel shifted on his feet, color beginning to spread high on his cheekbones. âItâs not about Cassian⊠not reallyâŠâ
You tapped your foot on the ground, waiting for him to continue. Azriel felt naked. Stripped back like one of your insect specimens lit up beneath a microscope. Your eyes raked over his every movement. Even his shadows, usually so attention-seeking, cowered behind their masterâs back whispering to one another about how Azriel might dig himself out of his own grave.Â
âWell?â You snapped.Â
Azriel shrank back, âI⊠I like you, Y/n.âÂ
You rolled your eyes, âI know, thatâs why weâre friends. I like you too.â
âNo. Not⊠not like that.â Azriel groaned, burying his face in his hands. âOh Iâm fucking this up so badly itâs not even funny anymore.âÂ
âI donât even know what it is youâre fucking up. Iââ
âI love you, ok?â He said in a burst of energy. âI love you and not in the way that friends are meant to love one another and Cassianâs an idiot and Iâm a jealous bastard and I⊠IâŠâÂ
You stared back dumbly. âYou canât mean that.âÂ
Azrielâs face fell. âAnd why not?â
âBecause I have been here for decades, centuries,â you jabbed his chest with a finger, âAnd you never once looked at me that way. Never once considered me as anything more than a friend. Youâre upset because Iâve been wearing Cassianâs clothes the last few weeks? Well guess what, Az, Iâve watched you walk in and out of those doors for years with your poorly concealed hickies and that lovesick look on your face, and I never made it your problem or anyone elseâs.âÂ
âWell I want you to!â He shouted. It was the first and only time you could remember him raising his voice. âI want you to make it my problem, Y/n. I want you to tell me that you love me and I want you to shout at me for all the stupid decisions Iâve made because Iâm yours. Iâm yours to shout at. Iâm yours to get angry with. Iâm yours to love if youâll still have me andâŠâ Azriel gasped for breath, chest heaving as he came face to face with the fact that heâd just said those words out loud. Those words that heâd kept close to his chest with the rest of his secrets. Those words that proved just how completely at your mercy he was.Â
Please say youâll still have me. His eyes begged.Â
When you didnât move or say anything, he felt a piece of his heart wither away. He lowered his eyes, suddenly interested in a speckle of red paint that had smeared under his boot, âForgive me. Iâm⊠Iâm sorry I didnât⊠I shouldnât haveââÂ
âYouâre a fucking idiot, Azriel.â You muttered breathlessly.Â
Then you flung yourself into his arms and crashed your lips into his.Â
Kissing Azriel was better than you could have ever imagined. The fantasies youâd constructed late in the night when you were lonely blew apart like paper houses, crumbling in the face of reality. His mouth fumbled for purchase against your lips before slotting into place with a strangled moan. He lifted you in the air and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, tightening them until you could feel him harden between your legs.Â
His tongue flitted over your lips tasting like oranges and magic.Â
But his hands.Â
His hands.Â
You couldnât get enough of them as they slid up and down your back, squeezing and pressing into your skin until heâd memorized the curve of your spine. You wove your fingers in his hair, tilting his head so you could stare into his hazel eyes before diving in for another taste.Â
He walked you back to the desk, shadows flinging the tins of charcoal and pastel pencils off the furniture so you could perch there instead. Then he surged forward, pressing his hips into the space between your legs so he could feel the heat that gathered there. It sent shivers down his spine.
This⊠this was everything heâd ever wanted. You were everything heâd ever wanted. Not some unapproachable female he admired from afar but hardly knew, but someone whoâd seen every inch of his soul and never flinched. Someone whoâd nestled into the hidden corners of his heart and grown there like a willow tree.Â
You moved your hands over the wide expanse of his back, digging your nails in to feel every twitch of muscle, every shudder, as he latched onto the side of your neck and slid his tongue over the sensitive skin there.Â
He smelled like mountain rain. Like fresh wind and petrichor and sea salt.Â
You smelled like lemons and safety. Like maple leaves and lavender and⊠Cassian.
Because you were still wearing his gods-damned shirt.Â
Azriel felt his blood boil, and an instinctual rage took over as he growled low in his throat, bunched the fabric of Cassianâs shirt in his hands, and tore it in two.
You pulled away from him at the sound of ripping fabric, but kept your grip on his solid shoulders as air blew across your skin.
Azrielâs pupils were blown wide, his lips pink and raw as he leaned his forehead against yours in a daze. You continued to breathe each otherâs air like you were drowning. He seemed just as in disbelief as you, if not more.Â
âAzrielâŠâ You whispered, chest heaving.Â
He looked at you with half-lidded eyes full of heat. â... yes, Y/n?â He asked breathlessly.
âI think you ripped through my dress⊠and my bra as wellâŠâÂ
âOhâŠâ He fingered the ruined fabric that fell loose around your shoulders and realized that your back was indeed on full display. The straps of your bra slipped down and the mangled buttons of your sundress clung to their loops by weak threads. âOhâŠoh gods.âÂ
One hand flew up to your chest to keep the fabric in place while the other slapped over your mouth, suffocating the laughter that threatened to burst forth.Â
Azrielâs ears and cheeks turned brighter than the sun as he slowly lowered you down to your feet, fumbling over apologies like he hadnât been shoving his tongue down your throat mere seconds ago.Â
âIâm so sorryââÂ
âAzriel, itâs ok.âÂ
âNo, I was being an ass and now Iâve ruined your dress andââÂ
âYou can buy me more.â
Azrielâs shoulder dropped. âI can?â âYou can.âÂ
He shook his head very seriously. âYes, yes youâre right, Iââ Azriel had always been the beautiful one â the one that drew eyes when he walked into a room. The one that had females and males falling out of their seats for a proper look at his elegant features. But right now he looked so helpless, so flustered and unsure of himself that you finally lost it.Â
Champagne bubble laughs slipped out of your mouth, light and airy, and sent a shock of warmth through Azrielâs chest. It was infectious the way the skin stretched over your cheeks. The light in your eyes couldnât be contained no matter how hard you tried.Â
He couldnât help himself.Â
He started laughing too.Â
What began as one of his reserved chuckles grew into uncontrollable peals of laughter that echoed throughout the studio and had you clutching onto the desk for support.Â
Azriel doubled over, one hand holding the stitch in his side together as you howled.Â
âOh gods. I canâtââ You hiccuped. âI-I-I canât breathe.âÂ
Soon you were both kneeling on the ground, clutching each otherâs arms for some semblance of stability. You gasped for breath, wiping away tears from the corners of your eyes.Â
Azriel captured one of your hands, weaving his fingers through yours before bringing your wrist to his lips for a soft, reverent kiss. You thought youâd experienced enough emotions for today ranging from frustration to anger to a joy you couldnât begin to put into words. But you were certain your heart could handle one more shift in the atmosphere.Â
Wordlessly you tugged off Cassianâs shirt, dropping it to the side where shadows caught hold of the cursed fabric and quickly tossed it into the fireplace. The flames crackled with triumph, eating away at the shirt with a vengeance.Â
âA little dramatic, donât you think?âÂ
âWe can agree to disagree.â Azriel murmured, his eyes growing dark and heavy. His gaze drifted down to the soft skin now exposed from your tattered dress, the thin straps clinging to your arms, the gentle swell of your breasts as you breathed heavily.Â
His fingers danced over the straps in silent permission, eyes searching yours for any hint of hesitation. But you were open and wanting and desperate for his touch. You crawled into his lap and a faint nod was all he needed before the pale blue fabric of your dress fell down and bunched about your waist. The bra followed, and then you were sitting there naked from the waist up, feeling the heat grow between your bodies as Azriel looked at you with pure adoration in his eyes.Â
âAm I dreaming, Y/n?â He whispered, rubbing circles into your hip bones.Â
You smiled softly, âHave you dreamed of me before?â
âYes. Many times.â He kissed your chest, slowly dragging his hands down your ribs as you shivered and fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, and then his belt buckle. âBut we never got this far.âÂ
âHmmmm, I think we could go a little further.âÂ
âNOT IN MY STUDIO!â Feyreâs voice echoed oddly through the room, sounding muffled and far away.Â
Azrielâs wings flared out, hiding you from view as you yelped and pressed your chest against his. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment about being found in such a compromising position. But the door was closed! And so were the windows!
His shadows finally found the culprit in the air vent.
âGodsdamnitâHAVE YOU BEEN LISTENING THE ENTIRE TIME?!â Azriel shouted.Â
A moment passed before Feyre answered, â... No,â in a much softer tone.Â
âWe missed part of the beginning,â Cassian chimed in.Â
Azriel groaned, dropping his forehead against your shoulder as you were stunned into silence. He muttered something beneath his breath that sounded oddly similar to, âI swear Iâm going to kill him one day.â
Azriel helped you to your feet and finally, you put on his shirt.Â
âAre you happy now?â You teased, arms dropping to your sides.Â
The corner of his lip twitched upwards. You looked⊠very good in his clothes with the sleeves rolled up and a sliver of your dress (now skirt) peeking out from beneath.Â
He looked towards the vent, then wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close so he could whisper, âI would be happier if I saw my shirt and that dress of yours on the floor of my bedroom.âÂ
His hand slid up your skirt, squeezing the back of your thighs in a way that had you stiffening.Â
All at once he was second-guessing himself. Maybe heâd taken things too far. Maybe the lust-filled haze had cleared and you didnât want him anymore.Â
You swallowed and wrapped your hand around his wrist, gently guiding his fingers to your core. You let him know just how much you wanted this.Â
A roar of blood sounded in the Shadowsingerâs ears.Â
âI think that sounds like a very good plan.â You murmured in agreement and his eyes turned black as night.
He stole another long kiss before scooping you into his arms.Â
âAz, where are we going?â You giggled into the curve of his throat as he flew down the hallway and stairs. âWe just passed your bedroom.âÂ
âWeâre not going to my bedroom.â
âWell we missed my bedroom too.âÂ
He didnât respond.
Azriel skidded to a stop at the top of the staircase, already well aware that his family had gathered at the bottom and were waiting to bombard him with questions.Â
Azriel smirked at you, leaned down, and kissed your cheek. âWhen I take you to bed properly, it wonât be with our nosey family members in the house.â He ran his tongue across the line of your jaw all the way to your earlobe and whispered, âI want any noises you make to be for me, and me alone.âÂ
âYou are certainly a man of poetry, Az.â
He smiled. âOnly for you.âÂ
âWell, well, well if it isnât the two loveââ Shadows flew into his mouth, muffling his words. âHEH! Azz! Whazthfââ
âIâll see you in a week.â He said to no one in particular, his shadows opening the door of the River House.Â
âWhere are you going?â Mor asked, her eyes zeroing in on the bright red mark blossoming on your neck. What the fuck? She mouthed at you, giving you two thumbs up as Azriel crossed the doorway with you in his arms.
âNone of your business. Iâll see you in a week.â Then he looked down at you, eyes growing soft. âWeâll see you in a week,â he corrected himself.Â
Your stomach bottomed out, heat flowing through your body as you heard him make such a declaration in front of... well everyone. You couldn't wait to see where he would take you and where he would take you.
"Ready?" Azriel asked, a sultry smile growing on his face.
"Ready."
You wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face in the hollow of his throat as he took off into the air.Â
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Thinking about big strong men who could easily overpower me, who could easily harm me or use me however they want. But who start trembling once I raise my voice at them. Falling to their knees, desperately clinging to my clothes, begging to be told what they did wrong so that they could make it up to me.
They take up more than half the bed yet they wanna be babied, taken care of. Tell them how pathetic they look begging for affection, begging to suck on your tits and have their hair played with while their pants get tighter before you even get to take your bra off. Aren't they so cute when they struggle to sit on your lap? "Mommy please I know I'm heavy but I need it please please please"
Completely and utterly at your mercy. And unbelievably shameless. "Mhm please...stuff my mouth! I need to suck on something! Anything please!"
They don't leave your side. Scary dog privilege my ass. No one messes with you when they see him walking behind you on the streets but what they don't see is the way his legs are shaking, the way his ass is clenching around that vibrating butt plug. And that's not even a punishment, he begged for it! Begging to be used at all times. Can you even refuse him when he's so fucking polite? Make him beg even harder for the small pathetic ounce of stimulation he wants when he's already on the floor sobbing like it's the end of the world just because it hurts how hard he is for you at all times. He craves it. Relief, a brief touch, anything to make the tantalizing ache go away. But his mind is so messy he doesn't even know if he wants to cum till nothing comes out of his abused cock or if he wants to be edged to the point he starts speaking unintelligible nonsense.
"Mhm~ don't know! Do something pleaseee! You know I...ahh I need something please..."
"What is it, sweet thing? Use your words. How can mommy help her puppy hm?"
"Nhg~ don't knoowww mommy...need you...lots...want yes want...mommy!"
And you laugh at him. The whole situation is just so fucking funny, yet it melts your heart at the same time. Seeing how reliant he is on you. Seeing how vulnerable he allows himself to become in front of you. The level of trust that takes.
And you wipe away his tears and kiss his lips gently, taking care of your pretty boy to the best of your abilities. Making him feel so good.
And he thanks you over and over again. "Mommy thank you! I love you! Love you love you love you soo much! What can I do for you, mommy? Wanna make mommy feel good, please!"
He'd gladly do whatever you say. "You want me to eat you out? Yes yes yes! Mommy tastes so good! Hold my face and fuck it! Fuck my mouth please! Please...." Even better if you want his fingers inside you since his cock is already too sensitive for your soft and warm walls to wrap around. He'll worship your pussy as well as he can. Long thick fingers curling just right inside you, his soft skin intensifying the pleasure he was giving you. "Am I doing it right, mommy? Am I a good boy? Mhm~ mommy does it feel good here?" And it does. He's a good boy and his yours. Your good boy.
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âgojo satoru x fem! reader
đâĄâââ your husbandâs already given you two children, one more wouldnât hurt right?
đâĄâââ cw: fluff, smut, breeding, praise, petnames, squirting, impregnation, dirty talk
đâĄâââ a/n: requested by anon, i loved writing this so much
Eight years.
You and Gojo had been married for eight years. Having met each other in high school, him being the one to get down on one knee the second you both had finished college. He knew you were the one for him ages ago.
That you were his from the moment he met you.
Some would say that you two were living the dream life, despite how young you both were. Gojo never hiding the fact that he was willing to spoil you day by night.
He loved you more than anything. And he never failed to show that through the many acts of affection. His favorite one being buried deep inside you as he whispered the sweet nothings into your ear.
The sex drive of your marriage was high, that was a fact. It was how you ended up with two children in the first place. Two girls who looked exactly like their dad, not even bothering to try with your genes. They had his complexion, his hair, his overly beautiful eyes. They had everything of his.
When you had your first daughter, most people in your life assumed she was an accident. Assumed that Gojo had simply âforgottenâ to pull out.
They didnât know how noisy youâd gotten that night, holding onto your husband tightly as you begged him to fill you up. Begged him to put a baby in you. You wanted to feel all of him.
Your second child was all him. Him begging to give you another one. To pump you nice and full with one more baby. And who were you to say no? You two were building a family and you loved it.
Four and two.
Those were your daughtersâ ages, beautiful girls who looked almost identical to each other, obviously. You liked to call them and Gojo triplets. And it made his heart swell knowing that they were something you had both created. Together. Even though they clearly had a favorite already.
His daughters clung to him every second that he was around them. Refusing to let daddy go as your youngest sat in his lap with an adorable grin. Giggling softly as her big sister tied scrunchies into the soft bed of white hair.
âMommy look! Daddyâs all pretty now,â she clapped, clearly proud of her work as she pulled lightly at the short ponytails.
You watched Gojo grumble under his breath, unable to hide his smile as he looked up at your standing frame. Cheeks tinted red when you laughed softly. âHe is baby, heâs very pretty now. Looks just like you two.â Leaning down to peck both their cheeks with a smile of your own.
You yelped softly as you were pulled down, sat on the other side of your husbandâs lap as he smirked. âYou know whoâs just as perfect as you two? Your mommy.â
Your older daughter hummed, cuddling into your lap with a nod. âYou are very pretty mommy. Wanna look like you when i get big.â
You couldnât find the words. As much as you knew that was impossible, it warmed your heart to the core. Especially when your other daughter nodded in agreement, fitting herself on you beside her sister. âYouâre very very pretty mommy.â
âThanks my babies.â You smiled warmly, an arm wrapped around each of them as Gojo wrapped one around you. âNow, you owe me a little kiss too.â He pouted. You giggled, pressing your lips to his in a short kiss before pulling away.
Neither of you wanting to hear the exaggerated ewww that escaped from your daughtersâ mouths when you kissed for even a second too long.
You liked to think that you got lucky to have such sweet children. The kind that makes others actually want a child of their own.
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You loved your life. Everyone could see that. But it had been way too long since you and Gojo were able to spend some alone time together.
It wasnât your idea, it was his. And you couldnât not give in when you allowed yourself to think about it. A weekend all to yourselves with complete privacy. A chance for you both to relax.
It was Friday, and you rung the doorbell to your dear friend Nanamiâs house, a childish grin on Gojoâs face as he waited for the door to swing open.
Nanami raised a brow upon seeing you two, a cup of coffee in his hand as if youâd interrupted his peaceful morning.
âUncle Kentooo!!â Two high pitched voices rung out. Little legs running to hug the blond man by his own. Nanamiâs eyes widened momentarily, steadying the mug in his hand away from the two latching on to him.
A small smile gracing his face when they grinned up at him. âWell hello you two.â
Gojo grabbed the cup from his friend when your daughters started making upsie signals with their hands. Nanami picking them both up on either side of his torso, turning sharply on his heel as he asked them about their week.
âIf that isnât the sweetest thing I donât know what is.â You giggled, Gojoâs hand on the small of your back as you brought in two pink princess bags. âSo.. Kento-â
âWe need a favor.â Gojo was quick to cut to the chase, Nanami not bothering to even watch him as he let small hands play in his hair. His emotions far from the bored expression on his face.
âIâll watch them.â
âThank you so much Kento. My parents will be coming for them tonight.â You smiled, the man only nodding with a hidden shrug. âYouâre just lucky theyâre nothing like him.â Pointing his head in the direction of the man sat next to you.
âHey!â Gojo gasped in faux offense, âIâm awesome thank you very much.â
Nanami only scoffed. And you and Gojo stood up to give your girls a final hug and kiss to their foreheads. âWeâll see you on Sunday okay my darlings? Grandma and grandpa will come for you later yeah? Mommy and Daddy love you so much.â
âUh huh, bye mommy, bye daddy!â They sung together, something else that they tended to do from time to time.
As you walked out of Nanamiâs house, ready to go home and pack a few clothes, your head tilted. Confusion evident on your face when you looked up at Gojo. âDoesnât he have work today?â
âYeah but he adores them. Heâd skip work everyday if he had to.â
It was true, Nanami was one of your biggest supports. He was always willing to take them off your hands for even an hour. He hated to admit it but he loved them like they were his own. He truly thought of himself as an uncle.
You found it adorable how serious he was until he was sure you left. Allowing himself to give into their tea parties and makeovers. He was one of the people you trusted most.
You knew that your daughters were in good hands for the day, especially since Nobara and Yuji would be there. Their inner children coming out whenever they were around your daughters.
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Gojo had taken you to a hot spring resort nearly two hours away. One of the best that he could find.
You were in awe the second you stepped into the place. Never getting used to the amount of money Gojo was willing to spend on you.
The room was huge, and to say it was gorgeous was an understatement. But it paled in comparison to the view. The large steaming pools which were adorned with large marble sloped rocks and tall trees. The whole resort enclosed within mountains which seemed to touch the clouds. The sun setting behind beds of luscious green as the sky glimmered pink and orange.
It was perfect.
Snd the first thing you did after settling in was head into the heated waters. Breathing out contented sigh as you sunk neck down. Allowing the warmth to calm every last one of your nerves. The tension you didnât even know you had in your shoulder slowing subsiding as you leaned your head back onto one of the large rocks.
âThis is amazing.â You smiled, blinking your eyes open to look at your husband, who kept complaining that the area he was in was too hot. Not allowing himself to go any further than his legs until you pulled him into a hug.
Letting the water flow in place at your shoulders. Ignoring the over dramatic faces that your husband was making at the âheatâ, simply resting your head in his neck as you relaxed in each otherâs arms.
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The tv blared ever so slightly as you cuddled into Gojoâs side. The coolness of the room unable to beat the warmth that still stuck to your skin. You had just got off a call with the girls. They were at their grandparentsâ house. No doubt having way too much dessert before bed. Though theyâd most likely get to stay up late watching cartoons.
âYou know..â Gojo started, his fingers trailing soft shapes on your skin, âWe should have another one.â
You lifted your head off of his chest, âI donât think theyâll sell us drinks right now love.â
âIâm not talking about drinks.â Your stomach fluttered when Gojo turned you over, his knee in between your thigh as his lips ghosted over your ear. âIâm talking about putting another baby in you.â Allowing it to brush over your clothed clit.
Your lips parted in a whimper when he kissed down your neck. Swiftly pulling off your shirt to kiss at your chest, taking each of your nipples into his mouth while he fondled the other. Your hips bucking up into him when he began grinding his hips slowly into you.
You shivered when his lips touched your belly. Peppering it with small kisses as he hummed against your skin. âLet me make your belly swell.â
You moaned softly, nodding your head eagerly. âP-please.â
âHmm, gonna give me a third one sweet girl? Gonna make us a pretty family of five?â He husked, kisses getting more aggressive as he trailed back up. His cock twitching at the little whimpers that you failed to contain when you made a noise of agreement.
âMhm, âm gonna give you another one. Wanna give you another one.â
âYeah?â He breathed, looking for that final bit of confirmation before his lips smashed onto yours. The kiss hard and needy as he worked on removing the rest of your clothes. His fingers dipping down between your folds with a groan. âYouâre so soaked fâ me pretty.â
He ran his hand up your slit teasingly, rubbing tiny circles onto your clit making you whine out. âToruu, no teasing.â
He chuckled, his thick cock prodding at your entrance as he lifted your legs to wrap around his waist. Your hands instinctively draping around his shoulders so that he was pressed into you. A loud moan sounding through the room as he sank into you.
You let a small mewl escape your lips with every movement of his hips. His thrusts gradually increasing in pace till he was hammering into you. Pulling his length almost all the way out before slamming it back into you.
Bright blue eyes met yours, your breathing getting heavier as your back arched off the bed. Nails digging into the skin of his back as you were rocked back and forth. Your husbandâs thick cock stretching you out so deliciously as it repeatedly kissed your sweet spot. The position allowing him so deep inside you that he bulged lightly in your stomach.
âToru, nnghâ so good. Ahh.â You were getting noisy. Your cute babbles mixing with the loud echoes of his skin hitting yours. The mere force of his loving making it twice as loud.
You could only moan shakily as you pulled him even closer. Drool covered lips parting in sweet cries when your nails scratched down his back. âO-oh fuck. Ahhh.â
âTaking me so well. My pretty little wifey, canât wait to see you carrying my child again. Fuck,â He grunted, squelching noises growing louder as your sticky pussy leaked onto your thighs and his. The whole roomed filled with your lewd sounds of pleasure as you both fell into each other. âGonna fill you up real good baby. Stuff that messy pussy so full of my cum and watch that belly swell.â
Your legs trembled at his words, your hold on him tightening as the rhythmic slapping clouded your brain. Your vision blurring with tears as your stomach tightened. Every nerve along your walls being set on fire as you were fucked like youâd disappear in any moment.
Gojoâs sinking to elbows at the sides of your head for you to cry into his broad chest when you felt yourself nearing your high. âToruuâ so good Toruu, so g-good.â
âHmm youâre close fâme,â he groaned, your pussy holding him snug as your body shook. âShit, gonna make you a mama of three. Gonna give it to ya so deepâ f-fuckk. Look at me when you cum.â He whispered lowly, your glassy eyes peeling open to blink up at him dumbly.
âNnghâ âm, a-ahhh, Toru âm so c-close.â You couldnât think. Your brain unable to process anything but him and the way his cock was fucking into you so good. Your thoughts blanking out as you were engulfed by an indescribable pleasure. Mouth opened in a final cry as you fell off the edge.
âThatâs it. Cum fâ me baby. Make a fucking mess on my cock. There you goâ just like that.â His thrusts never slowed as a high pitched scream bubbled in your throat. Your body trembling uncontrollably beneath him as you let go. Sopping pussy gushing all over him just the way he liked it. His thrusts never losing their pace as you squirted with a continuous string of moans.
Your husbandâs thrusts got sloppy. Head falling into the crook of your neck as he unknowingly slowed down. His thrusts hard and deep as he moaned into your delicate skin. Finding it adorable how your little mewls began to match his pace.
âLove this pussy so fucking much. Could pump her full of my cum every fucking day. Shitâ here it comes baby.â His slow thrusts synced with his words, lips capturing yours hungrily as he buried himself deep inside you. Tip sat at your cervixâs entrance when his cock twitched. Spurts after spurts of the the thick substance flooding your insides with heat.
Gojo pulled away from you, a small string of saliva connecting your lips to each otherâs. You stayed clung to him like a koala to a tree. Tiredly smiling up at him when he pecked your nose. âIf we keep having children every two years weâll end up with fifty grandkids.â
He chuckled, resting his forehead against yours. âSo, what are we gonna name her?â
âHer?â
âWe only have girls so far baby, i donât think itâs in my blood to have a boy.â He joked, both of you laughing as you thought of any possible truth of his words.
âI wouldnât mind a boy,â You sighed softly, using your finger to brush away the loose strands of hair that fell over his eyes. âI think heâd look just like you.â
Gojoâs hand rested on your belly, using his thumb to rub over it softly. âIâd love either, only cause iâd know that i made them with you.â
Your heart skipped a beat. âI love you so much.â
â And I love you more than you could ever imagine sweet girl.â
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CUTE THINGS WITH HIM
summary: just some cute things they do in a relationship
pairings: atsumu :: osamu :: suna :: kita :: oikawa :: iwaizumi :: matsukawa:: semi :: akaashi :: kenma :: kuroo :: daichi :: suga :: sakusa :: komori :: futakuchi :: keishin x gn! reader (these characters just started adding themselves, i swear)
warnings: only my undying love for these characters
haikyuu masterlist || tokyo revengers version
Letting you stick your cold feet under his legs (with only minimal complaints) x Miya Atsumu
Atsumu is a whiny complainer at heart, so whenever you creep your frigid feet underneath his thighs while watching a movie, heâs doing exactly that: whine and complain. But he never pushes you away or moves his legs. Instead he drapes the blanket higher over you and tugs it in, his warm palms running up and down your calves caringly. Heâs also bought you numerous pairs of fuzzy socks and cosy blankets, worrying aloud about your health and blood flow, especially in winter. Then again, it is a good excuse to pull you in closer and bundle you up in his comfy clothes, so who is he to complain, really?
Offering you his food x Miya Osamu
Osamu takes his food very seriously, still, he offers you the first bite without fail. Youâre also his most important critic, always getting to taste test his creations, whether itâs for his shop or just for the two of you. He might roll his eyes playfully when you eye his food after saying youâre not hungry but heâll still share. After all, seeing the content expression on your face as you chew your (or his) food is one of his favourite things.
Sending you stupid memes x Suna RintarĆ
The fact that Suna has a near infinite amount of unflattering candids and other blackmail material of his friends on his phone is something youâre well aware of. So it shouldnât be surprising either that he is digging up the most cursed reaction pics or posts to send them to you with nothing but âuâ following it. But, among all the weird stuff, he sends you cute animals cuddling and tags them with âusâ. Every time you respond with âthat could be us but youâre at practiceâ, his teammates come up to ask what heâs smiling about.
Buying flowers without occasion x Kita Shinsuke
Kita doesnât believe in letting societally accepted commercial holidays dictate when he buys you flowers or chocolates or takes you out on a date. No, he prefers showing his love for you equally all year round. Oftentimes, that means you coming home to a bouquet of flowers or being told to keep your calendar clear for the weekend. To him, grand shows of affection once a year pale in comparison to a steady stream of adoration. After all, your relationship is built on the small acts of love you share each day.
Taking weird photos with his phone x Oikawa TĆru
Thereâs no room to argue that Oikawa and you trust each other blindly. Considering the circumstances of his career and the vigour of his adoring fans, you kinda have to. But Oikawa has always been very open and honest with you, even going so far as to outright tell you his phoneâs passcode. And you use that knowledge wisely. No, not to go through his texts or social media. Instead you open his camera when heâs not around, taking a myriad of selfies or pictures of random objects near you for him to find later. After a night out with his highschool friends, TĆru might wake up to a pretty set of new wallpapers too.
âHelpingâ him work out x Iwaizumi Hajime
Youâre not sure if youâre really all that helpful as you shuffle around your living room, handing Iwa water or a towel as he powers through his at home workout. Maybe ogling his biceps or the way his tank top clings to the defined pecs and abs underneath is what you contribute to this training session. Well, youâre good at that, anyway. But your time to shine comes as Iwa asks you to hold onto his legs as he does sit-ups, giving you an even better view. All your hard work is rewarded with the kiss he presses to your lips each time he leans up.Â
âIs this guy bothering youâ x Matsukawa Issei
Whenever you stub your toe on the edge of a drawer or bump your hip into the edge of a table, hissing at the shock and/or pain, Matsukawa is right beside you in seconds. Then, after assessing youâre not actually hurt, he turns towards the offending object with a glare. With his voice lowered by an octave or two, heâll ask âIs this guy bothering youâ before pretending to get ready for a fight with the big bad. Itâs corny but youâd lie if you said it didnât make you laugh.
Shared headphones and playlists x Semi Eita
Music is Semiâs passion, naturally he wants to share that part of his life with you. Not only does he play his own songs for you, he also shares his headphones with you, adding all the songs you like to your shared playlist. Youâve also started making recommendation playlists or playlists with songs that remind you of the other and swap them regularly. Driving with Semi is also the most fun, especially on late summer nights with the windows down, going nowhere in particular.
Understanding each other without words x Kozume Kenma
To outsiders, conversations between Kenma and you might seem a little court or even incomprehensible. He just happens to be the type that lets his actions speak rather than his words, unless he gets really fired up about something. Still, your communication seems to work perfectly - or maybe both of you just share a brain cell. Questions like âHave you seen myâŠâ can just be left hanging like this as youâre already pointing out that his old Nekoma sweatpants are in the wash. But no conversations are clearer than the ones you can hold through eye contact alone. Sometimes rolling your eyes conveys more than a thousand words⊠or however that saying goes.
Letting you win x Kuroo TetsurĆ
Despite his suit and tie career, Kuroo is still a playful guy at heart and heâs carrying that energy into your relationship. He also grew up around Kenma, so making a game out of ordinary stuff is normal to him. That said, even if he challenges you in a board or video game, heâll let you win on purpose every now and then. Not enough to give himself away, but often enough to see your beaming grin. However, if itâs a physical contest like an arm wrestling match, he will let you win (or rather he wonât let you lose immediately) just to tease you over it. Aw câmon, he knows youâre stronger than this, sweetheart.
Good morning/ good night texts x Sawamura Daichi
Daichi is a busy guy, often out of the house before you wake up or back in after you go to sleep. Depending on which shift he has to work and how your schedules line up, you might not see much of each other for some time. But that wonât stop him from being the sweetest partner, instead sending you good morning and good night texts as well as updates on his day/night, if he has the time. Itâs something that came with the territory of not living together before, but the practice never really retired. Equally, it puts him in a good mood to see you update him on your day as well.
Bragging about you x Sugawara KĆshi
Suga is your number one fan, no doubt about it. Not only is he vocal about that to you but also everybody else, whether youâre there or not. Daichi and Asahi are kind of used to it already, but there is always some new unfortunate soul who gets to experience just how smitten he is with you. He never makes it uncomfortable but weaves his praise for you naturally into a conversation. And if it flusters you, thatâs just all the better. Although, lately, the classes heâs teaching have picked up on it and are trying to stall for time by asking questions about you.
Writing notes x Sakusa Kiyoomi
This probably started out as something entirely practical. After moving in together, Sakusa just started labelling stuff, writing grocery shopping lists and sticking them to the fridge, especially on days where he left early for practice. By the time you pointed out he could just text you at any given time, heâd already gotten used to this little habit of his. But his messages had slowly turned from chore-related to reminding you to take care of yourself or informing you he prepped lunch for you to just telling you he loves you. The first time he wrote that last one, he blinked down at the note for a few moments before sticking it to the mug cabinet.
Midnight snack run x Komori Motoya
Obviously, Komori wishes his job wouldnât pull him away from you as often as it does. Though that being said, it also makes coming home after an away game all that sweeter and he feels like the constant change of pace makes him cherish the moments you do get to spend together more than he already does. And he appreciates that you can indulge him, both in his lifestyle and whenever he gets a sudden burst of energy. So yeah, now youâre bundled up in one of his hoodies as you go on a late night snack run, your hand in his as you walk along the calm streets.
Remembering little things about you x Futakuchi Kenji
Futakuchi comes pre-installed with an attitude, no matter who you are to him, itâs his factory setting. And while heâs a lot softer on you as his partner, heâll still give you a sarcastic quip or poke some fun at you when you complain about something to him. But he always listens carefully and commits it to memory. You offhandedly mentioned youâre running out of something? He adds it to his shopping list. You rant to him about a coworker whoâs giving you trouble? Oh, he remembers everything you told him about that guy before (and heâs ready to drag him to hell and back if it makes you feel better). Whenever your birthday or an anniversary rolls around, he never has trouble picking out a gift for you; Kenji could list so many things youâre into or that you could have use for in your everyday life, itâs not even a challenge.
Getting into your hobbies x Ukai Keishin
Keishin has got to be one of the most supportive partners ever. Whatever you set your mind to or whichever hobby you dive into, heâs there to root for you. But he doesnât stop there; he reads up on your interests, so he can actively participate in the conversation when you talk about them. Similarly, he also adapts to your lifestyle and tries to show up for you in all walks of life. You, on the other hand, also get involved in his life too; his parents were keen to meet you, considering they hounded Keishin to get married in his 20s already. Heâd also be over the moon if you showed interest in his work as a coach and met the Karasuno Volleyball Club.
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summary: You're in love with jj but he's with kie, so in moments of pure desperation you often find yourself turning to the person he hates the most...rafe
warnings: some good old angsty pining, very very slight smut if you squint, fem!reader, one or two uses of y/n, plz let me know if I missed anything
a/n: SHE'S BACKKKK, so I've decided to completely reformat and re-post this fic with a few tweaks and editing considering i first wrote this like 3 years ago, and yes for those of you who have been asking, I fully intend to finallly continue this fic....more info on that later ;)
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JJâs eyes change the moment Kiara steps into any room. Immediately his presence is ripped away from your immediate atmosphere, popping the little bubble you'd spent all afternoon crafting as he sprung up to greet the olive-skinned enigma that captured his affections.
âKie!â The joy in his tone was incomparable to anything heâd directed at anybody else. Nothing could draw out such happiness from the blonde. You hated that about her.
In an attempt at self-defense, your brain shut itself off. Shielding you from processing the scene in front of you, your emotions ran cold like cement pouring down and across your neurons. It was the only way you could survive such a beating to your heart.
You figured that by distancing yourself mentally, you wouldnât have to raise suspicion and distance yourself physically. In reality, you knew the real reasoning was your inability to stay away from JJ but the facade helped you cope.
âHey Jâ she embraced him and his body relaxed around her as if she was the only source of his happiness. The only way heâd find alleviation from what he perceived as a shitty life being through her. âSorry Iâm late my parents had me running like crazy at the wreck today.â
Scattered greetings filled the air from the rest of the pogues, yet you could only focus on the way his eyes fixated on her like she was the most beautiful thing heâd ever seen.
âHere come sit babyâ he offered her the seat he had just previously been place holding. What you thought had been quality time with your best friend, presented itself to you now as momentary attention to pass the time until his actual desire arrived.
Settling herself down and offering you a wide smile, her shoulder bumped against yours gently as a sign of acknowledgment.
âHey dudeâ she directed at you, but you didnât reply. You just couldnât bring yourself to pretend. Not today anyway. Instead, you offered her a small smile, it was minimal but it was the best you could do under the circumstances.
âYo" A crumpled tissue paper flew at your head, jj attempting to refocus your attention on him, "didnât you say you were gonna get some water or something?â He spoke up, the scheme evident in his tone.
âum yeah I guessâ You lifted yourself up and took a few steps before jj used the opportunity to slump himself down where you had been sat and sprawled his arms across his girlfriendâs shoulders.
âsnooze ya loose suckerâ he joked as he turned to Kiara to start up some mindless conversation. Leaving you behind in the dust.
Your teeth gritted as you focused on making your way to the kitchen hoping the distance from the scene unfolding would lift the iron grip on your heart.
You made the fatal mistake of glancing back and you were met with the image of jj nuzzling up to kiara in a picturesque display of love. The lump building at the base of your throat indicated that it was your time to get the hell out of there before you broke down in front of everyone.Â
âShit guys, yâknow what I just realized I gotta goâ You spoke quickly, your tone matching your pace as you rushed to the exit of the chateau.Â
âYouâre still coming to the party later though right?â John B asked, not tearing his eyes away from the screen in front of him.Â
âMhm yeah sureâ you opened the door ready to depart.Â
âShit I forgot about that! Me and jj are gonna be late, we got dinner at the wreck tonight.â kiara added as you stepped out, unable to control the escape of a rogue tear.
âDate night babyyyyâ You heard JJ cheer before you slammed the door behind you.Â
âIs Y/N okay? She seemed a bit off.â Kie nudged JJ as she questioned.Â
JJ furrowed his eyebrows momentarily. Glancing out the window, he saw you jog away from the house, and a brief flash of worry flashed through his mind. As quick as it came, it dissipated. He shook his head figuring that if there had been something wrong, heâd have been the first to know.Â
âNah sheâs okay don't worry.â he offered to kie.
Boy was he mistaken.Â
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âFuuuck meâ you moaned out, sinking into him one last time. You were hot, sweaty, and heaving as you pulled him out of you.
âI thought I just didâ Rafe taunted leaning back to lie down, arms crossed behind his head causing his taut abdomen to flex.
You scrambled off the bed, picking up your garments and shoving them back on your body forcefully.
âWhat, no pillow talk?â He tried again.
âRafe..â you trailed off. Whenever youâd finish fucking, youâd struggle to even look at him. The self-hatred flooded your body as soon as the orgasm poured out.
âHey you called meâ he eyed you intently but you knew he didnât actually care. To rafe cameron everything was just a game. At this point it was pretty much common knowledge. âIn factâ he moved closer to you so that he could speak directly into your ear âItâs always you that calls me.â
âDonât be a dickâ you stood up and eyed your heels contemplating whether you could face the walk back in them. âYou know it makes me feel like shit.â It might have sounded brutal but thatâs how things were with rafe.
âYeah, itâs like you punctuate your orgasms with self-hate.â
âI'm a pogue, rafe.â You argued back as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
âSo? Kooks and pogues can fuck you know.â You couldnât comprehend why you were even having this conversation. Why now, why tonight.
âYeah maybe, not you though.â You didnât want to tell him the reason explicitly.
âI fuck pogues.â
âYou fuck anyone.â The words came out almost instantly and without thinking, yet rafe took no offense.
âExactly so whatâs the issue?â
âThe issue is, rafe.â You paused trying to find the words without actually having to say the words. âThe issue is that if my friends found out theyâd hate me, probably more than I already hate myself.â
He just chuckled, the look in his eyes changing as he figured you out.
âWhat's funny?â You challenged.
âYou donât have to bullshit me princess.â He looked up at you with a devilish glint in his eye. âYou just donât want jj knowing about your little escapades huh?â Bingo.
âHeâs with Kiara.â You shrugged him off.
âUh huh, you like him but you canât have him.â Every word he spoke striking a nerve deep within you. âSo youâre fucking me to fuck him over.â
âYou donât know what youâre talking about.â You grabbed your heels and shoved them on, wincing as you buckled them up.
âDonât I?â He threw his joggers on lazily as he stood, the level dynamics changing significantly. The older boy towered over you. âWhere are they tonight?â
âBack at John Bâs, we had a little get-together.â You crossed your arms. More often than not you usually called rafe after a few drinks left you feeling lonely. âSorry, your invite must have gotten lost in the mail.â You attempted to jab at him with sarcasm yet he clearly held the upper hand with his line of questioning.Â
âSo all of them are there now?â He stepped towards you.
âMhm,â You lied.
âEven jj?â Moving closer until your neck was craned upwards to meet his eyes.
Taking your silence as an answer, he reached up and ran his palms across your upper arms, prompting you to uncross them.
âHe was uh- him and kie should be getting there soonâ You mumbled.
âSo would i be wrong in guessing, that might have prompted your call then?â You let yourself be guided by his movements leaning your neck further back as his hand trailed up to your jawbone.
ârafeâŠâ you called out insignificantly.
He leaned in and pressed his lips against your neck, right over where he could feel your pulse, and pressed down.
You couldnât help the gasp that left your mouth. Because as much as your heart belonged to jj, rafe was just so fucking good at raising your temperature.
âRound two?â He mumbled against your neck.
âYeah..â you attempted yet it came out as a whisper. He grabbed you swiftly and lifted you, moving you across the room and throwing you down onto his bed, crawling on top of you in a predatory manner as he did so. As your back hit the bed, the ringing of your phone brought you back from the haze he had you under.Â
âWait rafe stop stopâ you pushed him off and grabbed the screeching mobile, pressing it up to your ear. âHello?â
âDude, where are you?â The sound of jjâs voice came through over the pumping sound of music and party chatter. âMe and Kie just got back and John B says no oneâs seen you for like over an hour.â
âOh Iâm uh, I had to go do something for my momâ The lie pouring out of your mouth caused rafe to chuckle which was of course met by a slap from you signaling for him to be quiet.
âOh well, when are you getting back? I have to tell you about this date. Youâre gonna be so proud of me I actually think Iâm ready to tell Kie I love herâ you screwed your eyes shut as he spoke.
âYeah I- you know what I canât make it back my mom needs me to stay and help out but uh Iâll see you tomorrow or something.â You hung up before he could even reply, throwing your phone down uncaring of its state.
âWhatâs wrong? They getting hitched?â Rafe spoke up from behind you.
You turned to Rafe, the fire in your veins pushing your arms to grab him, roughly pulling him back onto you.
âJust shut up and fuck me rafe.â
And fuck you he did.
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The next morning you woke up to the sight of rafeâs bare back. Not much of a cuddler, you figured.
Quietly you pushed the covers off and began to dress yourself back up. As you got to your shoes you sighed and shook your head, as if there was any way in hell you were going to walk home in heels. You scooped up your shoes and your now-cracked phone shaking your head, slightly ashamed at your outburst.
Without even a second glance at the sleeping body you were leaving behind, you made your way over to the door. As you turned the knob and stepped out to leave, a husky voice spoke up.
âIâll keep my ringer on for you babe.â
You rolled your eyes looking back at him, âFuck you rafe.â
âYeah, thatâs what Iâm counting on.â He didnât even open his eyes as he answered, instead just rustling around in the bed and turning to the other side, once again facing his back to you.
You scoffed as you exited. Your internal rant clouded your vision, body on autopilot with an excellent self-navigation of the Cameron house from the countless times youâd made this exit.
âY/N?â The gentle voice wiped your thoughts clean as the shock stilled you dead in your tracks, slowly turning to come face to face with none other than Sarah.
âSarahâ you drawled out. âWhat are you doing here?â
âItâs my house?â Her head was cocked to the side, equally shocked to see you.
âNo I just mean- I thought you were spending the night at John Bâs.â You forced the small talk, avoiding the topic of why you were here, sneaking out at 8 in the morning.
âHe had to work today, did you spend the night here?â She glanced up at the door of rafeâs bedroom.
âUmm-â There had only been two other instances where you had been at a complete loss for words. The day jj told you he and Kiara were dating, the morning after your first sexual encounter with rafe, and now this.
âAre you sleeping with my brother?!â She whisper-shouted, eyes wide as the realization hit her. Busted.
âNo?â
âOh my god!â She grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you to her room, slamming the door as soon as you were both inside. âHow long has this been going on?!â Her tone was loud and her hands wild as she interrogated you.
âJust a little under a year.â You sat on her bed and looked at your lap as you spoke. Reminiscent of a child being scolded.
âA year?! Oh my god!â She repeated. âWho knows about this?!â
With that, you looked up at her desperately. âNo one. No one knows so please donât tell them.â You didnât have to name names for her to know who you were referring to.
âAre you two likeâ she paused âtogether?â She scrunched her nose up, disgusted at the thought of her bully of an older brother dating anyone.
âNo god no. Itâs just sexâ you were just as uncomfortable as Sarah was, having to tell her about boning her older brother.
âDisgusting.â She turned away from you with her arms crossed, looking out the window.
âLook Iâm not proud of it okay? Just-â You sighed âJust please donât tell anyoneâ pleading again.
Sarah let out a long sigh and uncrossed her arms. She walked over to you and joined you on the bed, her eyes showing concern mixed with something you couldnât quite place your finger on.
âI thought you were into jjâ she spoke softly, there it was. Pity.
âYeah well, jj is with kie and instead of sitting around wallowing in self-pity, I decided to do something about it.â As the words left your mouth, you realized how weak the explanation was.
âSo you just use rafe to bang the jj out of you.â
âItâs not like Rafe cares, if anything heâs also using me.â You tried to reason.
âI donât doubt that. But I mean, thatâs- Itâs not healthy, youâll never move on if you donât actually process your emotio-â
âLook Sarah, I donât need to do any of that shit okay? What I have here works, when I fu- when Iâm with rafe, I donât think about jj.â Tears began to swell in your eyes âSleeping with rafe helps me forget about everything, even if itâs only for a little while he uh- he makes me feel good.â To an extent, there was truth behind your words, while you and rafe fucked the rest of the world went away. It was only after, that the crippling self-hatred hit you along with the return of your immense feelings for jj.Â
Sarah shuffled over and threw her arm around you. âThatâs not good for you, itâs just momentary. Itâs easy and it's a cycle, youâre never going to get better going down this path. Especially not with rafe.â
âRafe heâs- heâs not that bad.â
âYes he is. But i bet it gives you satisfaction fucking him knowing jj hates him. Feels like revenge right?â Sheâd always been so perceptive your Sarah, you hated how she could see right through you.
Tears ran down your cheek silently. âYouâre not gonna tell anyone right?â You sniffled.
She gave you one of those classic salt-of-the-earth Sarah Cameron smiles, the kinda smile that would light up any room she walked into. âTakin' it to the grave babe.â
A loud beeping caused both your heads to whip towards the window. âShit, I completely forgot I was supposed to go on the HMS with pope and jj, we were gonna chill there until John B and Kie finished work.â She rose to her feet and extended an arm towards you. âWanna come? Or we could drop you home if youâre not up for it.â
With a sigh you took her hand and pulled yourself up, walking beside her as you mentally prepped yourself to face the blonde you desperately pined for.
âWell rise and shine campers.â jj yelled out of the window of the drivers seat.
âY/N! Where you been dude? you totally bailed last night.â Pope was next to speak as you and Sarah filed into the Twinkie. As JJ began to drive you avoided any form of eye contact in his general direction.
âI had to go help my mom out, blackout at mine again.â You didnât even look at pope either, instead focusing your attention on the blur of trees and houses pacing by the window as JJ sped down the winding roads.
âIsnât that what you were wearing last night?â pope, observant as always, pointed out.
âUh yeah, I didnât really get any time to change causeâŠâ
âI called her last night when I got home, I was so drunk I donât think I was ready to stop the party.â Sarah covered for you.
âYeah I wrapped up helping my mom out and then this one calls me talkin bout a sleepover or something so I didnât exactly have much time to change.âÂ
Thankfully pope had lost interest as soon as he had asked the question, otherwise, your overcompensating ass would have been caught out straight away. You always had to add to the lie until you felt like you had sold it completely.
Keeping your eyes trained on the outside meant that jjâs frown directed at you through the windscreen mirror went completely undetected. He always knew whenever there was something up with you and right there and then he knew something definitely was.
âHey, you okay?â He didnât need to address you explicitly for you to know he was talking to you.
âYeah just tired.â You shrugged him off in an attempt to distance yourself from him yet again.
He knew you were lying but he didnât understand why, you never lied to each other. Apart from John B, the pair of you were closer to each other than with anybody else in the group. Youâd been best friends since kindergarten, and since then youâd sworn 3 things to each other.
1- Youâd always share your snacks.
2-Youâd always be best friends even if you argued.
 3- You would never ever lie or keep secrets from each other.
Of course, as the both of you grew older the rules became more and more lax. The snack sharing was limited only to when you felt nice enough and sometimes youâd go for days without making up if you had argued particularly badly. Having kept two friendship-breaking secrets from him, the childhood rules seemed pretty insignificant by now.
âMhm,â he responded, flickering his eyes between you and the road. âAre we taking you home to change first?â
âYeah, I donât know if Iâll join you guys afterward though.â You chewed down on your nail anxiously as the tension from being in the same space as jj paired with the guilt from having fucked rafe prior, suffocated you.
JJ made a face as he focused on the road, something was wrong with you and heâd be dammed if he wasnât going to put his everything into finding out what that was.
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