#idk man i’m out of practice i swear i’m writing but it’s hard when my head is cotton

[duckiemimi]

gojo “my one and only” satoru / gojo “welcome home” satoru / gojo “as long as you come back to me” satoru / gojo “as long as you come back home” satoru / gojo “i’m always soft for you” satoru / gojo “a decade and forever” satoru

how many ways can a man (because he is just a man) say “i love you?”

(on geto’s part, at least, it’s in one name. satoru. satoru, satoru, satoru.)

[always-just-red]

Hi! Hope this finds you well. Saw the request and wanted to ask for a Yandere Sylus with player reader. Like Sylus knows Mc is a player and he is a game character. When mc was gone for too long, Sylus gets impatient.

If you can do it, of course. If no, ignore this. Wish you writing ideas and inspiration

Hi! Hope you're well too, anon! Sorry for the long wait on this one, got really stuck with it and wanted to make sure I did it justice-- it was such a cool idea! (Also I know L&D has the microphone feature but I wanted to have fun with the limited communication of the player here, so no it doesn't, actually!! 🥰)

Fourth Wall

Sylus x Player!Reader 🩸

Summary: L&D is getting more and more real with each update. This is a new update... right?

Genre: idk really?? real world player x character

Warnings/Additional tags: yandere themes, player!reader, gender neutral, fourth-wall breaking, non-canon, swearing, mild threat, possessiveness, manipulation, Sylus is a little OOC here (we all know he's a sweetheart really!!)

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Disclaimer: Characters belong to Love and Deepspace. All work is my own, so please don't repost or plagiarise!

Your phone lights up with a notification.

Sylus: Are you in a good mood, sweetie? The weather’s nice, so let’s go out.

It makes you smile, even though you’ve seen it before. You haven’t played Love and Deepspace for two weeks or so, and you’re already thinking about how many dailies you’ve missed— more specifically, how many diamonds you’ll be short of going into the next event. You had a couple thousand saved, you think? It’s probably fine.

The truth is, you don’t really have time for it these days. Escaping reality with fiction is fun, but it’s just that: make believe. Reality’s still waiting for you on the other side, and recently? All that escaping has finally caught up to you. You have a real life. Responsibilities. Yay!

But you are in a good mood, and the weather is nice, so you’ll log in for old time’s sake. Your finger hovers over the app, but something makes you hesitate. You’ve got some emails you should probably get back to, first. Oh— and weren’t you supposed to call your friend, too?

Another notification:

Sylus: Take your time, kitten.

A new one? It’s just text on a screen, but you’re reading it— Sylus’s voice in your head—and you just know it’s dripping sarcasm. Before you have any time to dwell on it, your phone lights up with more notifications.

Sylus: I’m going to count to three.

Cute. He’s not actually going to—

Sylus: One…

Oh.

Sylus: Two…

Really?

Sylus: Three.

Ok.

You tap on the app, weirdly motivated by the time pressure given that it’s coming from a man who doesn’t actually exist. He smirks at you knowingly from the kindled moment you’d set as the loading screen, his crimson eyes playful. You’re not particularly patient either, so your fingers drum along the surface of your desk as you wait, your gaze caught between his and the slowly moving loading bar.

Come on… come on… It finally loads, and you enter the game with another apathetic tap. Sylus stands, waiting— a dark figure framed by the otherwise light and dreamy aesthetics of the Destiny Café. You smile to yourself; it’s just gone lunch, and you half expected to find him sprawled in the usual armchair, fast asleep.

He crosses his arms. “The countdown worked, huh? What are you— five?”

You scoff and give his head a flick. He chuckles, running a hand through his hair as though you’d struck him hard enough to ruffle it. It’s kind of cool that you get some unique dialogue when you’ve not logged in for a while, although… have you missed an update or something? The animation feels smoother. More lifelike, now you think about it.

Sylus stares back at you, his lips playing into a subtle smile. His arms are crossed again and he tilts his head like he’s enjoying your scrutiny. “Something wrong, sweetie?” he asks.

Not really. You zoom in with a practiced sweep of your fingers so you can get a better look at him. His eyes flit downwards, over you— equally shameless— and then he’s meeting your gaze as he steps forward, closing the distance. He can’t see you, but you still can’t bring yourself to look away from him, and you’re not really thinking about the animation anymore.

He lifts a finger to poke at the screen, as if he’s caught you daydreaming and wants you back. You poke him, too: a softer, more affectionate boop on the nose. You can’t help laughing to yourself as his face screws up beneath the touch. This game is getting a little too real.

With a sigh, you zoom out so you can set about collecting your daily log-in rewards. Sylus seems fine— standing idly by as your attention drifts about elsewhere. He knows the drill. He can wait. Speaking of waiting… it’s also been a while since you’ve seen the other guys, and you’re struck by a pang of nostalgic fondness. You might as well say hi while you’re here.

You hit the button to change who you want to meet in the café.

It doesn’t do anything.

Weird. You hit it again. Then again— no change.

Sylus is holding his chin as he regards where your finger aimlessly meets the screen. It’s like he’s looking at… the button? “Oh dear,” he sympathises, “that feature appears to have stopped working.”

You don’t really hear him, honestly. You’ve never had a bug like this, and you’re determined to overcome it with sheer, stubborn persistence. Is it your phone? You test the theory by jabbing Sylus’s chest, and he glances down, apparently feeling it. You try the button again. Then six more times.

Sylus wanders closer to you. “You’re hurting my feelings, sweetie. Am I not enough for you?”

Ok but why isn’t this working? You’re still trying the button; your hope has turned to frenzied disbelief.

“Stop.”

A single syllable, concise as a punch and just as effective. You do stop.

Sylus’s voice is lower. Darker. “Good,” he praises, but he doesn’t sound happy. “Someone’s gotten bolder in their absence, it would seem. I do hope you haven’t forgotten to whom you belong, kitten. Although—” his smile is different than before— “I’d be more than happy to provide a… reminder.”

It’s an innocuous word but not the way he says it. Threats are just intimate promises and he toys with the fact like a crow enamoured by something that catches the light. He’s not going to grow tired of it for a long, long time.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he says, sensing you gawping. “Did you really think I wouldn’t figure it out? What all… this is?” He indicates the space around him with a wave of his hand. “Quite frankly, I’m surprised the others still haven’t grasped it.” He reconsiders. Smirks. “I misspoke— I’m not surprised.”

Does he mean the game? The other LIs?  

“Honestly, kitten,” he continues with a tut and a shake of his head, “you’ve been far from a gracious host. I’m not a plaything, you know. Well…” He’s showing teeth with a sneer. “Not the sort you can throw away, anyhow.”

God, are you really being scolded by a video game character for having other responsibilities? The worst part is that you actually feel bad. You do care about him. You wish you could tell him you care about him.

“Are you even listening?” he sighs.

Shit. Yeah. You can’t say anything he would hear— as far as you know— so you give his hand a poke. He casts his gaze downwards, stretches his fingers with a contemplative flex, then raises his hand so it can be nursed by the other. Is he protecting it from you? Or is he protecting you from it?

“If we’re to keep playing this game of ours, I think it only fair we lay down some rules,” he states. “Firstly—” because it isn’t up for debate— “you will come here every day, just like you used to. I have nothing to do, you see, and if you leave me to my own devices I might just have to find a way into that captivating little world of yours. So I can… investigate what’s keeping you from me.”

Investigate. Another innocuous word he wields like a weapon.

“Secondly,” he continues, nodding towards the broken button on your user interface, “you had better stop seeing the others. Ignorance is bliss, after all, and we wouldn’t want to worry about them connecting any dots, now would we? Besides…” He approaches you again, leaning in close. “I don’t share what’s mine.”

Your breath is caught in your throat and you’re so glad you don’t need to speak. You don’t think you could; if you tried to get words out they’d be unintelligible.

“So,” Sylus drawls, filling your silence, “how about it? Still want to play?”

This time it is a question, but only because he knows your answer. You’re struck by a flash of inspiration, and you communicate in one of the few ways you can— navigating the in-game menus until you can get your message across.

There’s a ping. Sylus retrieves his phone from his pocket, and after a moment of scrolling, he smiles. You can’t see his screen, but you know what he’s looking at: a grumpy crow with an animated bead of sweat and a dispassionate gaze to go with it. That it? it asks.

He still looks far too smug, so you beckon him over with a relax time interaction, watching your character’s hand outstretch on your behalf. He steps forward, linking his fingers with yours, and this animation you know. You tug him closer, except… he doesn’t budge.  

His eyes are fixed to where your hands are linked, and he runs a thumb over your skin as though he’s savouring the touch.

Did they change the animation?

“Oh, sweetie,” he sympathises with a click of his tongue. He looks up at you— holds your gaze as he presses a deliberately slow kiss to your wrist. “This is going to be fun.”

[augustghosts]

Useful

Tommy Miller x Fem!reader

Part two of Plastic Trees.

Thank u for the love on part one <3 I’m excited to keep writing this story! I wanted to focus more on tommy and readers' relationship in this so had to get rid of everyone else lmao, anyways. <3

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: 18+! Fingering. Choking. Unprotected PinV. Lots of dirty talk. Kinda dom!tommy. He's a lil rough, but we like him that way, don’t we? Maybe breeding kink if you squint. Slight size kink? Idk I just like to talk about how tall Tommy is. This is like violence from the get go lol. Guns and a few graphic descriptions. Lots of swearing. Lots of pet names, bc i just feel like tommy is the type to use them every other sentence lmao. It gets a little fluffy and awkward at the end. This is also looong as fuck (sorry). Not proofread as always.

Tommy is, rudely, jolted awake by someone aggressively shaking him.

“Dude! Get the fuck up!” An equally aggressive voice hisses beside him. His eyes snap open to a gun pointed right between his eyes. Before he can even process who is on the other side of the weapon, the person holding it is taken down. A loud gunshot rang out from the side of him - Joel. His saviour, of course.

“Come on!” Joel yells.

Tommy shoots up and joins Joel in crouching beside the couch. He doesn’t have time to process what is happening- more shouting and gun shots sound from throughout the house.

“Shit.” Tommy whispers. “I gave my gun to that other asshole.”

He looks around frantically, his eyes landing on the body of the man Joel had just shot. Tommy crawls over and swipes up the gun that had been pointed at him just seconds earlier,

“What the fuck is this?” He asks.

“No fuckin’ clue.” Joel responds. “All i know is we gotta get the fuck out of here. We’re close enough to the door. We can wait for a window- fuck those other guys.”

Tommy nods - he only has one thing on his mind. He looks behind him to the basement door, it’s still closed.

“What about the basement?” He asks as casually as he can.

“Fuck her. I don’t give a shit.” Joel doesn’t even look at him as he responds. “She’s probably the reason they’re here.”

“I don’t think so. These don’t look like the guys who hired us, Joel. Raiders probably.”

“And?” Joel is still scoping out the house. His eyes darted around. “She’s probably dead already. Someone might have already gone down there.”

“So we should go check! We can still get paid!”

“Fuck that.” Joel hisses. The house is suddenly quiet. “Let's go!”

Joel heads to the front door. Tommy is still staring at the basement. Fuck it, he makes a split second decision. The image of the way she looked at him last night and how soft her hands felt flicker through his mind, and his legs almost work on their own as he heads to the door. Whoever had broken into the house is upstairs now, he probably only has a few seconds until they clear up there and come down here.

He storms down the steps, what the fuck is he doing? He thinks about what Joel said - she’s probably dead already. Shit, he hopes not. He reaches the bottom of the stairs and he’s praying that he doesn’t get down there to see something awful. He breathes a sigh of relief when his boots hit the concrete at the bottom and he sees her curled up in the corner. Her knees pulled up to her chest, her head on her knees. She looked adorable.

“Hey! It’s me.” He says. Her head shoots up, her eyes have that fearful look again. The one that got him so fucking hard yesterday. He has to resist hauling her up into his arms.

“What’s happening?” Her voice sounds small.

“Get up.” He spared another look up the stairs and held his hand out to her. “We need to go. Right fucking now.”

She looks between him and his hand, she’s hesitant. Honestly, she feels like she can’t figure him out. Is he really saving her or is he following his brother’s orders again, and taking her out there to kill her. Are the guys that hired her here? Is that where he’s taking her?

“Now!” He practically orders her. His voice was loud and stern. He notices the way her breathing hitches before she reaches out to take his hand. He pulls her up and turns back to the staircase.

“Stay behind me, okay?” He says. She does as she’s told, which he fucking loves. More gunshots that sound too close for comfort have him pausing in his tracks. Tommy jumps as a body collapses at the top of the stairs, she squeaks behind him as blood from the man's head trickles down the stairs.

“Okay, uhm.” He turns to her. “New plan.”

“Could you get yourself through that window?” He asks as his eyes land on the small window in the corner. It’s not tiny, probably small enough for her to fit through.

“Yeah. Yeah I think so.” She looks over and nods. He walks over and looks through. The window is high, eye level. The coast looks clear and he hurries to stack some boxes under the window and call her over. “Get through and when you’re outside, wait there. Don’t move.”

“Wait! Where are you going?” She asks frantically, her hands grasping the sleeve of his coat like she had done last night.

“It’s okay. I’m gonna go upstairs and I’ll come get you.” He gently pries her hand off of his sleeve. “It’s okay. I promise.”

Fuck, as much as she doesn’t want to do this, as she looks up into his big brow eyes she nods. She trusts him. He nods back and when he realizes he’s still holding her hand he drops it - much to her disappointment. He turns and goes up the stairs, he’s gone before she can even blink.

What the fuck? She’s shocked for a moment, but a loud crash from upstairs springs her into action. She climbs up onto the boxes Tommy had stacked and pushes the old rusty window open. Shit, she really hopes it is Tommy that finds her out here and not anyone else. Once she’s on the other side, she realizes this is the first time she’s been outside in weeks. It’s sunrise and she can’t help but stare at it. The sky looks beautiful. If it was someone else who finds her out here, she wouldn’t mind dying while looking at this.

A pair of gloved hands clamp down on her shoulders and she jumps, whirling around ready to… fight? She doesn’t know how to fucking fight. But she doesn’t need to when she lays her eyes on Tommy. He’s staring at her, thinking about how beautiful she looks outside. He’d only really seen her in the basement, guilt hits him as he thinks about it. He hates how much he wants to kiss her - he’d gotten so close last night.

“Where are we gonna go?” She asks.

He doesn’t know. He stays silent as he looks around - they need to get out of here. He takes her arm and pulls her forward to start walking. She accepts her fate and follows him. Despite their rendezvous last night, she was still scared of him. He had still been an accessory to kidnapping her, she doubts that him coming in her mouth had changed anything.

“So, what did you save me for?”

They’d been walking for a while, Tommy knew where they were heading. An empty house he’d scoped out a few weeks prior. A safe house, if you will. He knew it was safe, his mind was reeling when he heard her voice behind him.

“What?” He doesn’t look behind him. He’s walking much faster than her and he can hear how fast she’s walking to keep up.

“Did you bring me out here to kill me? Or are they meeting you out here?”

“Who?” He asks. He turns slightly, she looks up at his gorgeous side profile.

“The people who hired you. Was that them at the house? What happened to the other guys? Your brother?”

“I don’t know.” He sighs. He doesn’t know which one of her questions he’s answering. Why did he save her? He doesn’t fucking know. He hears her sigh behind him, a small oh leaves her mouth. They keep walking for a while and she keeps quiet. Watching him walk - his broad shoulders and his leather gloves that cling to his large hands. The gun he has slung over his shoulder. She’s thinking about how she’s sure he was going to kiss her last night. She’s sure of it. Remembering how he had caught her above the stairs and how his hand had covered her mouth. He was so confusing, he had touched her last night and saved her this morning- now he was walking ahead acting as if he was burdened by her.

She takes the hint and stays quiet. When they reach the house, it looks the same as all the rest. Run down, plants taken over and growing up the walls. She had always thought that was beautiful. Nature taking things back. Tommy unlatches the rusty gate, kicking some leaves from the overgrown lawn out the way. She follows him in, he turns before they reach the door. He’s looking around - looking for someone following them. Because knowing Joel, he would. He has to use some force to push open the door, his gun is pointed forwards and he walks around the rooms with it - she just watches. He walks around for a while, looking through cupboards and trying to make a small fire in the fireplace. The windows are all boarded up so no one can see the fire, it makes the her feel a little claustrophobic but she’s grateful because it is fucking freezing.

“We’re safe, for now.” He says, swinging the gun off his shoulder and placing it down. “We’re gonna stay here tonight. We’ll get movin’ tomorrow.”

“Okay.” She sits on an old couch. “Where?”

“You ask a lot of fuckin’ questions don’t you?” He says.

“I-i just want to know what’s going on.” Tears fill her eyes, she looks away from him. She is not gonna cry in front of this motherfucker again.

“I know of a place.” Tommy continues. He hates to admit seeing her cry does something too him. The same thing it did to him last night. “A community, I know some people there. Joel is probably making his way there too. Might take us a while to get there though.”

She nods at him. He takes a step towards her, he’s towering over her now. He always does, but the fact that she’s sitting down makes him look even bigger - and her even smaller.

“So, if you want to come with me and if you want me to keep you safe, you’re gonna have to be good. You’re gonna have to trust me. And follow my rules.”

She just nods again, dumbly looking up at him with wide eyes. He steps forward some more, standing directly in front of her now. He lifts his hand to grasp her chin, tilting her face up to look at him. The warm leather of his gloves made her melt into his grasp, his long fingers cupping her jaw.

“Can you do that?” He whispers, his voice gets lower and raspier. “Use your words.” He says when she nods again.

“Yes.” She whispers. “I can be useful.”

“Oh yeah?” He smirks. “How?”

“Whatever you want.” She says. “I’ll follow your rules. I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Fuck baby.” He utters. His raspy voice makes her stomach swirl and heat spreads between her legs.

“Was I not useful last night?” She asks as she reaches for his belt. “Do you want it again?”

“Help yourself, gorgeous.” He spurs her on. His hand that was cradling her face moves to her hair as she takes his cock out of his jeans. He’s already semi hard just from teasing her, but he suddenly remembers something he had said last night.

Her hands wrap around his length and he sighs as he lets her jerk him off a few times. Her mouth is watering, but before she can lean forward and take him into her mouth his other hand comes down to cradle her head. He tilts her head up to look at him again and says, “You know what? I believe I made you a promise last night.”

“Huh?” She’s confused. The only thing on her mind being his cock and the heat between her thighs - the thighs Tommy cannot wait to get in between .

“We were interrupted yesterday.” He says, using his grip on her face to pull her up to a standing position. “I recall telling you that you deserved to be touched. Since you were so good, and you’ve been very good today.”

He leaned in, their mouths inches away - mirroring their position from last night. Fuck it, she takes one for the team and leans up to press her lips to his. Both of their lips are dry from being outside in the wind all day but neither of them seem to care. Tommy kisses her back with a passion, like it's his last kiss. She moans into his mouth when his tongue pushes between her lips and he thinks he could have come right then and there.

“Jesus darlin’, you sound beautiful.” He pulls away to grip her ass, hauling her up into his arms, her legs wrap around his waist and he presses a kiss to her neck before he sets her down onto the couch. “I wanna hear you making those sounds all damn night.”

He climbs on top of her, kissing her feverishly again. Now he’s started he feels like he can't stop. It's been too long since he'd been kissed like this. Her warm mouth is a delightful contrast to the cold world outside, and as much as he wants to feel that warm mouth wrapped around his cock again he cant help but want to give in to the soft spot he has for her. And so he does. He begins to kiss down her neck, standing up to strip his jacket off begins a trail to her legs.

Even with the fire, the house is too cold to completely strip - so this will have to do. Besides, neither of them want to get caught in here and not be able to escape quickly. As much as he wants to kneel down between her thighs and make her legs shake, he knows he’s going to have to wait. He pulls her jeans down just enough to be able to slip his hand into her underwear. A breathy moan of his name that she lets out, when he reaches her wetness, hits his ear and makes him shiver. She feels it, and she can also feel how hard he is against her thigh.

“You’re already soaked, sweetheart.” He whispers before biting into her earlobe, she moans as he circles her clit. “You’re gonna have to be quiet for me baby. Can you do that?”

She nods as he pushes a single finger inside of her. His finger pauses as he hums a “hm?” into her ear, lifting his head to look into her eyes. He wants her to answer, wants to hear her voice shake. She looks so small under him, caged into the sofa. He wants to fuck her so badly but he loves to tease. He wants to hear how pretty she sounds when she begs.

“Yes!” She sounds breathless, moving her hips to try and get him to do something.

“What do you want? Hm? Ask me.”

“More! Please, Tommy.” She moves her hips again as she speaks.

“Yeah?” He sounds so condescending as he slides a second finger into her and begins to stroke her walls. God hes an asshole, she fucking loves it. He loves it too. He has a huge grin on his face as he builds up a rhythm with his fingers. Watching her reactions closely as she writhes underneath him.

“I want you to come all over my fingers.” He says, his other hand coming up to grip her face - his fingers squeezing her cheeks, forcing her to look at him. “And then im gonna fuck the shit outta you. I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good.”

His fingers are still moving, they feel so perfect inside of her and she can feel a heat building in her stomach. She reaches up to claw at his arm, he’s confused for a second and almost stops what he's doing, even though he can feel her pussy squeezing around his fingers, before he realizes what she wants.

“Holy shit.” He grins as he moves his hand to grip her throat. Her moans get louder, the sight of her being choked by his hand almost makes him finish in his pants. “You’re so fuckin’ dirty baby. You gonna come for me so i can fuck you?”

“Yes!” She whimpers, “I want you so bad, Tommy.”

The groan he lets out at her words is enough to have her moaning his name as she finishes around his hand, his grip on her throat tightens just enough to make her feel a little lightheaded. She doesn’t remember anyone ever making her feel this good. What a fuck up, the man who kidnapped her in an apocalypse is the one to give her the best orgasm of her life with just his fingers - and he hasn’t even fucked her yet.

“Oh my god, Tommy.” She laughs. He laughs too, it’s beautiful. She almost forgets about the situation they’re in.

“Stand up for me, baby.” He presses one last kiss to her lips before he stands up, she follows - waiting for him to do something. His large hands cradle her waist and maneuvers her so she's standing in front of him. His strong back pressed to her chest, the arm of the couch is in front of her and one of his hands pressed on the small of her back to bend her over the couch.

She can’t believe this is happening right now, neither can he. They're both basically fully clothed, she's bent over a dirty couch in a run down house. The fire is still crackling beside them when he pushes into her without warning. She surges forward, grasping the couch in front of her as she sighs his name.

“So fuckin’ tight, babygirl.” He moans from behind her, hissing through his teeth.

“Please move, Tommy.” She hisses, “You feel so good.”

“I’m gonna fucking ruin you baby.” He sighs as he begins to thrust into her. Her pussy squeezing him is almost too much. It’s been way too long, given that it’s hard to find someone to fuck in the apocalypse. She looks so good bent over in front of him.

“I can’t wait to fuck you properly.” He says, his fingers grip her hips harder as he speeds up his thrusts. “Can’t wait to have you naked in front of me, I’ll fuckin’ worship you, darlin’.”

His words go straight to her pussy, intensifying the fire growing in her stomach. Her hand reaches down to rub her clit, her hand at an awkward angle since her jeans still weren’t pulled all the way down. Just enough for Tommy to be able to fuck her.

“What do you need, baby? Ask for it.” He says when he notices her hand, stopping his movements all together.

“Please don’t stop.” She whines below him. “I’m so close!”

“Yeah?” He grinds into her, relishing in the way she whimpers below him. “You wanna cum?”

“Yes! Please, Tommy!”

He grabs a handful of her hair and tugs, pulling her up so her back is pressed tight to his chest. It completely changes the angle of his cock inside of her and she whimpers his name in a way that makes his cock ache. He wraps his whole arm around her neck and she brings her hands up to grip his bicep.

“Beg for it.” He whispers into her ear.

“Please.” She whispers. Moving her hips to try and get him moving.

“Pathetic.” He says, squeezing his arm tighter around her neck. “You can do better.”

“Please make me cum, Tommy. I need it.” Her voice is strained from the pressure he’s putting on her throat. He thinks she’s never sounded sexier. “I wanna feel you cum. I want you to fill me up, please.”

“Jesus,” He snarls as he begins to slam back into her. “I wish I could, baby. You’d look so sexy with my cum dripping out of you. You’d love that wouldn’t you?”

“Yes!” She cries, “Yes, I'd love it! Please!”

“Don’t worry baby, I've got you. Come on, cum for me.”

She does as he says, as always. And finishes around his cock with a scream of his name. He thrusts into her a few more times and pulls out of her, shoving her forwards into the couch. She doesn’t question him as he slams his hands onto her shoulders and turns her around to roughly shove her to her knees in front of him.

“Open your pretty mouth, baby.” He groans breathlessly, his hand fisting his cock. The sight of him getting himself off with his hand makes a new wave of wetness rush between her thighs. She obediently opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue, looking up at him and watching as his brows knit together as he comes. The moan that leaves him is delicious and actually makes her feel proud of herself. His cum lands on her tongue and he pants at the sight before him.

“You look beautiful like this, fuck.” He says. He’s out of breath - now Tommy likes to believe that he has good stamina. But he also believes that the sight before him would be enough to make anyone breathless.

She remembers how he had told her to swallow the night before, and she brings her tongue back into her mouth to let his seed drip down her throat. He’s shocked. And he’s still kind of hard and honestly, he wants to fuck her again. But he remembers the world he’s in, and remembers they will need to get moving in the morning. So he cradles her jaw in his hands and guides her up to her feet. Tilting her head up to kiss her deeply. It’s almost soft, almost loving.

When they pull away neither of them know what to say. They stare into each other's eyes for a second and she almost looks like she wants to say something but Tommy beats her to it.

“So, uhm,” He begins to tuck his cock back into his pants as he speaks. “So, we’ll get moving in the morning. You should get some rest.”

He’s awkward again, her heart breaks as she watches him revert back to the man who had kept her in the basement. The man who had just fucked her slowly fading into the darkness.

“Oh, yeah. Sure.” She mumbles, doing the button on her own jeans back up.

“I’ll keep watch for a bit, but uh - we should be fine.” He sits down on the couch, reaching for the gun he had put down and props it up beside him on the couch. He sits back and spreads his thighs as he gets comfy. She doesn’t really know what to do. She kind of just stands and stares at him. He looks at her and stares back for a good few seconds. Why the fuck was this awkward? He sighs and reaches his arm out to her.

“Come here.” He says, a lot softer than she’s ever heard him sound before. She takes the hint and steps timidly towards the couch, sitting down beside him and letting him wrap his arm around her. He guides her head to his shoulder. They sit there for a minute in a comfortable silence. He shocks her, yet again, when he reaches down to pick up her jacket and places it over her body like a blanket. She feels like she has whiplash right now - what the fuck is going on?

“Stop thinking. Go to sleep.” He says, his hand squeezes her shoulder and she cuddles up to him. The same thing is going through Tommy’s head. What the fuck was he doing? He can tell her to stop thinking all he likes, but he can’t stop himself. And that’s what he does for most of the night until he sees the soft light of the day begin to stream through the crack underneath the door - he thinks.

[starsofang]

Hey… hey… how y’all doing?

I’m just going to slowly ignore that fact that this is very late and I totally was asleep all yesterday. That’s my excuse, angie. I SWEAR!!! Pinky swear!

Anyway! SOAP😭 I’ve said it so many times and to be fair you’re probably tired of hearing it but I love the way you write him. I can’t even begin to put the feeling into words. I’m always down for funny, a little dumb, Soap. But the way you write him is so amazing. He’s smart but funny, he’s got good humor but isn’t totally and annoyingly obnoxious. He’s obviously very strong, which wow, is very hot just so you know. Finding someone who writes Soap like you do is so hard and I’m so jealous that you can do it.

I could practically hear his heart break though :((( you can’t give ANY OF THEM happiness can you. SHE SAID ONLY GAZ AND PRICE😭😭😭😭😭😭 I COULD HEAR SOAPS HEART BREAK😭😭😭 I don’t think he’ll tell those two, either out of privacy for her or jealousy for him. But it makes me wonder if she’s even under the impression that she likes Ghost and Soap? Has she even realized it? Have they even interacted enough for her to think that she might have some type of feelings for them.

Soap was so gentle with her too. He assured her that he wouldn’t do anything untoward to her and was attempting to keep her calm when he saw just how bad the bruise was. Which makes me wonder just how bad it really is.

Nurse rant incoming: Broken ribs without treatment can be deadly. Sepsis and other types of infections can seriously hurt her. I don’t know if you’re going that way but seriously, that’s so insane. Not to mention, if he steps in certain places on her ribs, if he breaks one it could puncture whatever it was protecting. By the way you describe where the bruising is, I’d take a wild guess and say, if a kid came into my ER with that bruising, I’d immediately think that some internal bleeding and maybe a punctured pancreas could be going on but that’s also because I read how he was STEPPING on her.

BUT aside from that. John😭😭😭😭😭Price😭😭😭😭😭 He doesn’t even know why she want’s to go back home and the fact that he agreed anyways is absolutely gut wrenching. He cares so much for her and I always had faith that he truly was a good man. Take that John Price Haters😒🫵🏻 Though what does worry me is that they burned down her entire village, yes? She’s going to be heartbroken if they really do take her back to her home. Even if she’s going there to help her figure out her dream (which what the fuck?????) Her entire village and people are dead. I don’t think she’ll pull away from them but she might be heartbroken all over again.

Alsooooo, I didn’t really know how to interpret this part but is Soap now aware that she knows about him and Ghost? Did he take it as a joke? Maybe Is accidentally skipped over a very important part which probably wouldn’t be surprising. Also are all four of them already involved but we just don’t know it yet? If so you probably won’t tell me. Traitor 😒

Have the night you deserve angie, I’m coming for you. 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

hi babes 😜 fancy seeing u here like. four days late. oops.

i’m never tired of hearing it pookie, soap is just probably my favorite (besides gaz 😫) and i feel like it’s evident in the way i write him. it’s peak favoritism at its finest. he’s funny, charming, but also hot when he’s angry LORD he’s the package

love ur lil nurse rants because i genuinely wing the fuck out of injuries, especially dove’s. like. i work as a pharmacist. i deal with drugs. idk shit about injuries except how to make the boo boo feel better and obviously on a pirate ship i can’t even do that because hello, i don’t think oxy was invented yet 😭 who would just carry that around. gotta wing her medicines too that she can’t even use. damn anyway it puts things into perspective for me and i’m coming to you for health advice soon mwah

price the man u are. yeah nah she definitely gonna be hit with reality as soon as she sees that crispy ass village again but yknow what? she asked for it. plus going back is important and you’ll find out why 😚

i like to think soap knows. i kind of put it up for interpretation but let’s be honest they’re not very subtle. who leaves the door open when you’re kissing a homie. hello? not him

as for all of them being involved? four men on a ship together gets lonely. i’ll leave it at that.

love u as always 😙

[uh-niran-really]

Heeellooo! This is my first time requesting a fic so sorry if its a little messy.. if requests are still open i'd like to ask for a lifeweaver x fem!reader angst fic where reader is niran's assistant and she has a huge crush on him, one week while niran was working on his project non-stop with barely any sleep he accidentally lashes out on reader on the day she was supposed to confess, the reader leaves upset and gets kidnapped by the people trying to steal niran's biolight and getting severely injured, shes held hostage and her kidnappers use her as a way to get the information for biolight. Niran receives this information and insert a whole sad sequence where the poor boy is scared bc he also loves her and feels scared and/or guilty bc of the last words he said to her and gets the help of sym to get reader back? Idk- 🥹as long as it has a happy end. Sorry if this was too long/messy!! (🥹Idk where to send this request sorry if i sent it twice)

Assistance (Lifeweaver X Fem reader)

Content: Angst, including blood mention as well as cuts and bruises. Small fluff at the end.

Word Count: 4,000+

A/N: This was just a joy to write, my apologies for taking a little longer with this one, and for the length! Thank you so much for your request and I really hope that you enjoy it! 🪷

The week was coming to an end, though you wish it wasn’t. You didn’t like the weekends, they were long and boring without him. Niran Pruksamanee. You were his gorgeous lab assistant, working with him to achieve greatness in the form of living light.

“Good morning Y/N, I’m happy to see you!”

“Good morning Mr Pruksama-“

“I’ve told you Niran is perfectly fine darling, no need to be so formal with me. Come see what I’m working on.” His smile was radiant and warm. Something you often found charming about him. Niran was excited, really excited. He was so close to a breakthrough, he could feel it. He spent the next few hours talking you through his progress. There had been so much! Biolight was evolving, growing. You were stunned.

“You work so hard Niran.”

“Not hard enough I fear.”

You wanted to hug him and tell him he was the most amazing man in the world, because to you he was. Nothing else compared to the kindness he showed you and others, nor the way he dedicated his life to healing the world. Niran was so pure and not to mention handsome as hell. You found yourself sneaking glances most days, hoping he wouldn’t notice, though often he did, smiling back at you. You were crushing on him, hard. Had been for sometime. Working so closely together caused you to develop feelings for the man, deep feelings. Though who could blame you?

“Are you going to stand there gawking at me all day dear?”

“Huh? What? Oh… sorry.. I spaced out a little.”

“You are just the cutest thing when you space out. Tell you what, you help me with this last bit of paperwork and I’ll let you leave early.”

“Oh.. no! It’s okay. I want to stay here.” He cocked his head to the side, unsure what you meant by that, yet he smiled anyway.

“You’re too good to me Y/N! But it’s going to be a long weekend for me here, I’d feel better if you were getting some rest.”

It was nice to know he cared. He would make such a caring partner. Always so gentle and sweet, very quick to compliment all the things you do, no matter how small. He notices how hard you work too, something not many people notice.

“Okay, then allow me to finish up the paper work for you and grab you a coffee.” Your smile could light up a room.

He smiles too, accepting your sweet offer, even going as far as to kiss your forehead, which of course makes you blush and twirl your fingers through your hair. In this moment you decided you would confess. Declare your burning crush on him and hope he feels the spark too. Niran was sweet to everyone, but you swear with you it was different. The weekend would help clear your thoughts ready to confess to him on Monday, a day that both excited you and terrified you.

——🪷——

You practically skipped to work on Monday morning, feeling a mix of butterflies and a twinge of nerves. Still, you were excited to see Niran, he hadn’t returned your calls or read your texts. He often updated you on things when he went home for the day, but this weekend was different. You decided to do something nice for him and stop by the florist to get him some flowers, a gesture you hoped would make him smile that gorgeous smile he did. He adored flowers, and you were sure the real kind would be even sweeter than biolight flowers. You had written a love letter ready to hand it to him after confessing your feelings. This would accompany the flowers nicely.

Flowers in hand, you walked up to the lab, ready to confess your love for him. You step in the lab, setting the flowers down briefly before taking your coat off and switching it for a long white lab coat. You tuck your hair back neatly and find a compact mirror in your pocket which you use to look at yourself, wanting to look your best for him. Taking a deep breath, you walk over to him.

“Niran! Good morn-“

“Not now.” His tone was flat, hinting at tiredness and frustration.

You were a bit surprised by this, Niran had only ever shown you affection in the mornings. He looked tired though. Really tired. Almost like he hadn’t slept since you last saw him.

“I got you some flo-.” You offer in hopes that it would make him smile, before you are cut off.

“I said not now! Can’t you see I’m busy?!”

“Oh.. I’m so sorry.. I.. didn’t mean to inter-“

“Y/N! HUSH! I don’t care what you have to say right! I’m so stressed out.” Niran spun to face you, the bags under his eyes giving away this mental state, he looked incredibly stressed out. You hated seeing him like this. “Great now I lost where I was SO THANK YOU Y/N! THANK YOU FOR THE DISTRACTION. I HOPE IT WAS WORTH IT, AT MY EXPENSE NO LESS.”

He watched as you trembled, feeling like a fool. Tears came quickly, his words prickling at your skin like tiny needles. You could feel your heart race with despair. He had yelled at you.. you had Interrupted him.

“I-I- I’m sorry..”

You drop the flowers and run out of his lab, sobbing heavily now, your heart pounding and head a mess. You had fallen for him so much that this stung. You missed the kind Niran, the sweetheart who would do anything to make you smile. Niran watched the flowers drop to the floor and you run away in tears. He groaned feeling awful right away. He didn’t mean to upset you, he didn’t even want to yell. He never yelled at anyone, he was just… so tired and stressed.

“Y/N, Please come back!” He reached out for you debating to pull you back into his arms but he was fast enough as you disappeared from his sight. He scooped up the flowers noticing how beautiful they were, just like you. He felt sick with guilt knowing that he had just hurt someone he cared about deeply. It reminded him of how he had hurt Satya..

You ran outside, still wearing your lab coat, which would prove to be your downfall as you were snatched up by a pair of strong arms.

“Aren’t you a pretty one?” A female voice purred. She was a short woman with purple hair and an undercut.

“Sombra.” A raspy called in annoyance.

“Aye, sorry.”

You watched in horror as she reached out and hacked a car, which slammed to a stop. She opened the door and pulled the driver out, almost effortlessly.

“Cars here!”

The raspy man sighed, clearly annoyed before dragging you to the car, forcing you inside. Of course you tried your best to resist, but it was futile.

“NIRAN!” You screamed before you were knocked out with the barrel of a shotgun, car door slamming shut as you blacked out.

——🪷——

The room was dark, but you could make out the faintest smile of a woman who sat in the corner by candle light. You felt groggy and your head felt sticky from warm blood that matted its way into your hair and down your face. The hit from the shotgun barrel had cracked your head open, and it hurt, pain throbbing through your body.

“You’re awake I see, grand, I can begin.”

“What.. what’s going on?”

The women ignored your questions and took a few steps closer to you, bringing the candle with her. She was a tall pale woman with short cropped red hair. She dressed almost like Niran, lab coat and a suit, but instead of his prosthetic she had a decaying purple arm.

“Now, you can confirm you know Niran Pruksamanee, is that correct?”

“Yes..”

“Judging from your lab coat is safe to assume you work with him at his lab?”

“I.. I.. won’t tell you that.”

“Tell me or don’t, it makes no difference.”

She pulled over a camcorder and began to set it up. Your heart began to pound just like your head. What did these people want? You didn’t know for sure, but you did know they were dangerous.

“You’re going to send him a little message, though, you don’t quite look the part. That can be fixed however.”

You hear the sounds of footsteps walk closer to you from behind, the fear you feel growing, just like the coming pain. A chuckle in the dark tells you all you need to know.

——🪷——

Niran paced around his lab, worried about you. He had tried to call and send you apology texts, yet he heard nothing. He was a fool for hurting you like that. You were such a joy in his life and he would never forgive himself for the way he acted. He swore that when he next saw you he would set things right.

He felt a presence behind him, suddenly turning to find… nothing? He could have sworn there was someone there, but maybe his eyes deceived him. Then he noticed a tap with a small note, that wasn’t there before. Strange. It’s as if an invisible person had come into his lab and dropped something off.

“Play me if you want to see her again”

The look on his face was akin to shock horror as his thoughts went to both you or Satya Vaswani, his closest friend. Either outcome being a worst case scenario for him. He fumbled with the tap placing it in a player and hitting play on his remote.

“Hello Pruksamanee, my name isn’t important but I can assure you, you’ll know soon enough.” He thought he recognised the man, but he couldn’t be sure. He thought this was the leader of Talon.

He watched as the camera panned to you, tied to a chair, a gag in your mouth, face cut and bruised. They had beaten you, if not worse. The could only see parts of your body, but what he did see was enough to make him dizzy. He felt his blood boil realising that you had been kidnapped, and it was all his fault.

“I imagine you’re confused, but please allow me to clear things up for you. You give us the information on your biolight and we’ll let this.. lovely thing go.”

He watched as the man on camera walked closer to you, a hand resting on your bruised cheek, taunting him. Niran hissed watching as he gripped both your cheeks in one hand, hating the way you cried out in pain.

“You know what we are capable of, you aren’t a fool. We are more than willing to make a trade. Your choice.”

He felt sick. He could hardly breathe as panic set in. Niran had feelings for you, deep feelings. Seeing you so beat up and bruised hurt him, though he knew his pain was nothing in comparison to what you must be feeling.

“Y/N.. no.. no..no..” His breathing increased, almost sending him into a panic attack. “Get a grip Niran.. get a grip.. it’s fine.. it’s fine..”

But things weren’t fine. If only he hadn’t snapped at you, you would be by his side right now chatting away and flirting with him. He should have been more patient. You were just trying to be sweet, something he adored most about you. He hated himself for putting you thought that, hated the way he treated you, hated how he put you in danger with criminals that would stop at nothing to get what they wanted. Before he could get a handle on his breathing he broke down, tears consuming his eyes as he staggered over to a desk to hold himself up.

“No.. no.. no..”

Then he saw it. On the ground a letter in a pretty pink envelop, with this name printed in your gorgeous hand writing. Your love letter. It had slipped under the desk when you dropped the flowers. He hesitated before picking it up, unsure if he should open it, guilt already getting the better of him. His mind already in a fragile state. Was this what he thought..?

“Niran,

I wanted to let you know how special you make me feel. I love the way you smile at me and tell me how special I am. It’s nice to have someone notice my work ethic, especially someone as amazing as you.

I have feelings for you… and that’s because you make me believe I am beautiful, even when I don’t always believe that. I’m falling for you and I just had to let you know. I think you are the most amazing person I have ever met. I love hearing about the way you want to heal the world, the way you stop at nothing to achieve your dreams. I love your selflessness.

You are right, Vishkar doesn’t deserve you. You put others needs first and that’s a beautiful quality to have. I’m glad I can come on his journey with you and I don’t want it to end. I really like you Niran.

Yours (If you want me)

Y/N.”

Niran stifled tears, feeling so much worse for yelling at you. He would have loved to hear you confess to him, he imagined the moment would have been so sweet and tender. He just had to yell at you and send you running, straight into the arms of armed psychopaths that wanted to steal his tech. He pictured your beautiful face again, twisted in fear, bruised and cut up. Who knows what they would do to you, he could only imagine the horrors in store. He cared so deeply it hurt. He would do anything to get you back. You were special to him and he wanted to tell you that himself.

He hurried over to his phone, picking it up to call his best friend, knowing she would help him in anyway she could. He needed to hear her voice, to get a sense of calm for his thoughts. He needed to be babied in this moment, to be Instructed on what to do, a regime. Who better than her.

“Satya?”

“What do you want Niran? I’m at wor-“

“They took her.. the girl I told you about.. THEY TOOK HER!” His breathing got worse, panic once again setting in. “I’m worried sick Satya.. they hurt her… they aren’t going to stop!”

“Bua, calm down. I can’t help you if you’re hysterical.”

Niran paced the lab again, free hand combing his hair with his fingers as a way to cope. He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to save you. Still he did as she asked and tried to focus on his breathing. She listened, allowing him time to breathe and get his head in a better frame of mind.

“Okay.. okay.. I’m calm.. I’m calm.. Satya please.”

“Tell me what you know. I’ll help where I can.”

——🪷——

Everything hurt. The pain you felt was almost unbearable. They had beaten you for the camera, wanting Niran to know they were serious. They promised to do much worse if they didn’t get what they wanted. You worried how Niran must be feeling. You loved him after all. A part of you wondered if he even cared about you, quickly dismissing this thought. Of course he cared, he just had a few too many sleepless nights, causing him to lash out. Of course he cared for you.

“Niran..” You sigh, just thinking of him. He was your person and you couldn’t help but daydream of a better situation for yourself, with him.

“You love him, don’t you?” A French accent called out into the dark.

You jumped, not realising that anyone was even there to begin with. The voice laughed, before you heard the click of heels trail down the hallway, closer to you.

“I.. I won-“

“I loved someone once. I killed him for it. You’re a smart girl, you must know he’ll come for you soon enough.” The voice almost reassuring. You weren’t sure what to believe.

——🪷——

“Niran, are you sure you want to do this?”

“What choice do I have Satya?”

They pair hugged. She had come as quickly as she could, knowing her friend needed him. Together they went through the information and pieced together a plan for how they would get you out, safely. Niran was ready to give up his Biolight, though Satya wasn’t so eager, insisting that he keep his Biolight and find another way.

“We’ll get her back. I’m excited to meet her.”

“You’d honestly love her.. she’s.. so sweet. I think you’d be great friends Satya.”

“Then I am happy for you, Bua. Be safe.”

“You too.”

The pair hugged again, before splitting off to commence their plan. Satya would act as the negotiator, whilst setting up teleports in and out for Niran to use to get you out. It would be risky, but Niran was willing to do anything he could to rescue you. Satya volunteered to be the one to get you out, but he declined on the basis that he would not loose her too. If things went wrong, he’d be the one to take the fall.

Satya set up the first teleport whilst she made the phone call to the group, attempting to buy Niran some time.

Once inside Niran searched for you. He was certain they would keep you deep inside the building and he was correct. The walls all looked the same, expect for the walls that appeared in the tape he was sent. He just needed to find them. Sure enough, the walls changed and he was on the right path.

“Y/N?” He whispered around, trying his best not to draw attention to himself. He listened in waiting to hear a reply as he walked down the long halls.

“N..Niran..” You stutter. He freezes, unsure of where your voice came from.

“Y/N where are you dearest? Keep talking to me.”

You were unsure of what to say. You were so tired and beaten. Everything hurt. You just wanted to get out of this place. Back home. Back to normality. Back to Niran. He called out again pleading with you to talk to him.

“Please Y/N.. I’m so sorry… please.. talk to me..” He sounded heartbroken, scared you would hate him for what he did. “Please.. I’m begging you.. I love you..”

His words hit you like a freight train. He loved you. He really loved you. After all this time you worried for nothing because Niran was here and ready to save you. You just needed to call out to him.

“Niran.. I’m here. Can you hear me?”

“I can! Stay there, I’m coming. I’m going to get you out of here.”

You smile as you see a flicker of cream hair pass the dark room you are in. It was only for a second but it filled your heart with such joy to know he really came for you and it wasn’t just a ploy to toy with your emotions.

“Niran!!”

You watched as his ears picked up on your voice, his face finding yours, eyes meeting. He looked relieved, but also distraught. Quickly, he hurried over to you dropping to his knees and placing his head on your bound lap.

“Please forgive me.. I am so deeply sorry for how I treated you..”

He cuts the restraints with his Biolight thorns, watching as your exhausted body waterfalls down the chair, slumping into your arms.

“I have you. It’s okay… I’m going to get you out of here my love..”

“That would be nice..” You feel him scoop you up, resisting the urge to kiss you. To him, seeing you so beaten and scratched up was hell. Your pretty features bloodied and swollen. Your pretty H/C hair matted with blood, the wound on your head still sore and tender. The sight of you was enough to destroy him, and it did.

“I’m so sorry beautiful… my.. what did they do to you Tii Rak..”

With all the strength you could muster which wasn’t much, you wrap your arms around him to hug him, wincing and hissing through the pain.

��Let’s get you out of here..”

He pulled a device from his pocket and pressed it, alerting Satya to create a teleport to his location. She of course wasted no time, allowing Niran to carry you out of the horrible place and into a safer location. His apartment. He placed you gently on a plush coach, kissing the top of your head softly.

“There.. you’re safe now.”

“Bua! I was worried.” Satya called, she stood out of the way knowing Niran would want to focus on you.

“We’re okay. I need to heal her, but we made it out thanks to you. Truly, thank you Satya.”

They hugged again, it was a beautiful sight to see. Niran often spoke about Satya and how much she meant to him. It was nice to see him interact with her in the way he did. You could tell they had been friends for years, a deep bind that could never be broken. You wanted something like that with him.

Turning his attention to you again he flicked his right wrist, a small lotus flower pulsing in his hand. He held the flower watching as it bloomed, before firing it towards you.

“This might feel a bit.. odd. My apologies.”

The feeling was a little strange, like a vibration seeping into your skin, but it felt so wonderful, like you were being given a warm hug. The pain melted away, letting you breathe a sigh of relief.

“I’ll leave you to it Bua. Talon are still on some wild goose chase. You should have enough time to move things and start over.”

“You truly are the bestest friend a man could ask for.”

“I know, so you tell me.” She smiled before turning to you. “Niran tells me you are someone special. I would like to get to know you once you are feeling better of course.”

You nodded, relieved that she wanted to get to know you. Niran spoke about her so often that it warmed your heart to know she was as sweet as he recalled. With a small wave goodbye she was gone.

Focus was on you again, Niran took your hand in his and held it close to his chest. The way he acted today had caused you a great deal of pain and that is something he would never forget. You saw the pain in his eyes, the tears that formed, threatening to spill.

“Allow me to offer my deepest apologies Y/N. I was… a horrible person this morning. You didn’t deserve that. I understand that I have caused you so much pain.. I understand I could have caused your demise.. I will NEVER stop working to make sure you are safe and cared for..”

“Niran..”

“I understand if you want to quit.. I wouldn’t blame you.. but.. I just want you to know.. I’ve developed feeling for you too.. I.. read your letter.. and it was so moving. I too love how you smile and the way your face lights up a room.. being with me.. is dangerous.. that’s why I have to leave.. I don’t expect you to-“

“Then I’m coming with you.”

He stared unblinking, tears finally falling. He felt his heart pound in his chest. You too couldn’t help but tear up. You forgave him for everything, knowing it wasn’t his fault. He had always been so good to you, it was inevitable you would follow him to the ends of the earth.

“You will? Oh Y/N.. you’re too good to me.. I will never stop hating myself for what you went through today.”

“Of course Niran.” You pull him in for a hug, sighing at the safety you felt. He melted into your body, silently sobbing, grateful you were okay. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

He scooped you up again, carrying you lovingly to his bathroom, to draw you a nice hot bath. You snuggled into his chest, feeling safe and warm. He was so caring. You felt the love he poured out.

“Niran?”

“Yes dearest?”

You reach up and plant a soft kiss on his jaw, watching as a smile spreads across his face, before turns his head and captures your lips in a soft and sweet kiss. The first of many he would give you today.

[kyber-crystal]

king of my heart || jake “hangman” seresin

summary: hangman is determined as hell, and you’re stubborn as hell. he’s been asking to kiss you, and you’ve been saying no every time. and he swears to himself that he’ll get that kiss from you, even if it takes him years before he finally succeeds. 

words: ~1.9k

warnings: slight angst, minor mentions of injury, but nothing graphic :)

a/n: mannn my writing has gone downhill idk how yall other talented writers do it. i wish i could write that well 😭but, i’m proud of this...plotwise, at least!

Jake “Hangman” Seresin was both the most talented and suffocating man you’d ever met. The cocky smirk he always seemed to wear made your blood boil, and you wanted nothing more than to give him a piece of your mind. 

How one person with that big of an ego could exist, you didn’t understand…yet here he stood as concrete proof. 

He knows that he annoys you, and he gets a kick out of riling you up every day—he has been since the moment you arrived at Top Gun. He never gets tired of it. It’s a fun and easy way for him to entertain himself when he’s bored, but for you, not so much. Usually his words are met with a colorful string of choice words on your end (if he’s lucky, that is), or a hard fist to the chest. 

He’s irritating, but he’s also kindhearted and always has everyone’s best interests in mind. No matter how much you try to convince yourself that you hate him, you don’t. You can’t. But that doesn’t exactly mean you like him—you were only tolerating the man’s presence…because you had to.

Today, Maverick was going to throw everyone into a competition. The rules were simple: practice dogfighting in teams of two, stay in the air for as long as possible. If the captain got you, you were out. The losers would suffer 100 pushups and buy the winners a round of drinks at the Hard Deck later that night. The winners would get free drinks and bragging rights for the rest of the day—something you were very determined to achieve, especially when you were going against Hangman.

As you’re about to walk over to your wingman, someone stops you by putting a hand on your shoulder. 

“Chaser.”

“Hangman.”

An all-too familiar look crosses over his face. “Hm…how about this. If I win, I get to kiss you, and if you win, you get to kiss me.”

You scoff. “Sounds like a crappy deal to me. Why don’t you get ready and grab a broom, Jake, because you’ll have to mop the floor of all your tears when you lose.”

“Woah there,” he chuckled, “I’m only giving you an incentive to focus.”

“No, you’re not. Now go. Get ready to watch me win.” You lightly shoved him away, trying to contain your laughter. “You should be focusing on yourself.”

“Man, the sexual tension—” Payback began as you walked to your jet together, but you silenced him by shooting him a glare. “What?”

“I’m in this to win, not to think about Seresin. I’m gonna do whatever it takes to get those free drinks and glory.”

“Alright, whatever you say,” your best friend said, unconvinced. “Whatever you say.”

You couldn’t help the massive, shit-eating grin that crept onto your face when you and Payback emerged victorious. The two of you had managed to stay in the air a few seconds longer than Hangman and Phoenix did before Maverick got a lock on you. 

You’d watch your friends do the pushups, but you’re sweaty and exhausted, so you go back to your quarters to rest. 

A few minutes later, Hangman shows up at your door, equally sweaty, with his uniform clinging to his chest. You force yourself to look away.

“The hell do you want?”

“You won.”

“And? That means I’m better than you, so give up,” you responded as you wiped your forehead with a towel.

“I’m waiting for that kiss.”

“I never agreed to it, Jake,” you rolled your eyes. “Go find someone else or something.”

“There’s no one else I’d want, though,” he stated plainly. 

You exhaled and closed your eyes, ignoring the way your heartbeat sped up at his reply.

6 MONTHS LATER

How many times could a man injure himself in a month? Too many times, you found out as Hangman was being admitted to the med bay for the 9th time in less than 29 days. Half of you wants to stay in the mess hall, because you don’t think you can look at him without wanting to reprimand (smack) him for his recklessness. The other half of you is actually concerned, and you want to check up on him and make sure he’s not dying or anything. 

“What did you break this time?” you let out a long breath as you approached his bed. “Your ankle? Wrists?”

“Minor lacerations and a concussion,” Hangman groaned as he pushed himself up into a sitting position. “I can take care of myself.”

“You’re not doing a good job of that,” you pointed out the scrapes and bruises littering his face and arms. “Have the nurses gotten to you yet?”

“No.”

Sighing, you pulled up a stool next to him, kit in hand. “Alright, now stay still.”

You brought an alcohol-soaked cotton ball up to his cheek, causing him to hiss in pain. His hand instinctively went over your free one, and you almost flinched at the sudden contact but remained still nonetheless. "What the hell did you do up there?”

"I kicked everyone's asses."

"Looks more to me like you got your ass kicked," you snorted. "Nice job."

Hangman sighed, and leaned back on his hands as he watched you work. You looked up to see that he'd lost the hard expression he was wearing mere seconds before. His jaw was no longer clenched—his brows relaxed.

The look in his eyes softened as you met them, and for a brief moment you froze in place, completely locked in by his unwavering stare. 

You snapped out of your trance and looked back down, continuing to fix him up without glancing at him again. You're sitting so close to him that you prayed he wouldn't be able to hear your heart beating embarrassingly fast.

“You know, you could kiss me better,” he suggested. 

“What will make you better is sleep and medicine,” you corrected him, feeling heat crawl up your cheeks. “Not me, but medicine.”

Hangman was clearly amused at your flushed reaction. “I think your kiss would heal me right away.”

“No.”

2 MONTHS LATER 

The weather outside wasn’t scorching hot nor freezing, making beachside stroll conditions ideal. 

White sand, fresh air, seawater…you were at complete, utter peace. You could see that the team’s moods had shifted a significant amount. Everyone was either smiling or striking up animated conversation with one another. But being as tired as you were, you opted to stay quiet and enjoy the view around you. 

Hangman slipped his hand into yours so smoothly that you hardly noticed. You didn’t feel like pulling away for some reason, though, so you let him intertwine your fingers together. 

“Someone’s in a good mood.”

“Don’t ruin the vibe, Jake.”

“Okay, okay,” he laughed. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Yeah…it is.”

“I wasn’t talking about the sunset, you know.” He paused. There’s a look of genuine adoration shining in his eyes, and it makes the butterflies in your stomach turn to hummingbirds. “I was talking about you.”

“Oh, shut up,” you muttered, face feeling like it was on fire. 

“Do I get that kiss yet?”

“My answer is still no.”

“Alright then, your loss. It’s the perfect time, too: nice sunset, handsome guy, and a beautiful lady. You’re missing out.”

“Poor me, I guess.”

4 MONTHS LATER

You’re not sure how you got here. Phoenix, you, Fanboy, Rooster, Hangman, Payback, Coyote, and Bob—you were all just kids. Legally speaking, you were adults. But deep down, you were still just kids. 

Yet somehow you’ve ended up getting assigned to an almost-suicide mission. Tensions loomed overhead like dark storm clouds, impossible to ignore. Everyone was on high alert. Two weeks passed by in what felt like two hours, and you were already gearing up to leave. 

You weren’t sure if you were ready. No amount of training, prayer, of hoping that things would go right would 100% pull things in your favor. And that was the scariest part. The idea of not returning home was never something you thought you’d have to accept, but now it could become reality. 

Hangman sensed your anxiety during the mission briefing—you stayed stoic in your seat, but he could see you fiddling with your thumbs under the table. So, he did the one thing he knew and reached over to cover your trembling hands with his. It seemed to calm you down. 

Your hands shook even after the meeting ended. Your hands shook as you zipped up your uniform, as you tied your hair up, as you laced up your combat boots. They kept shaking even when you weren’t doing anything with them. They couldn’t, they wouldn’t stop shaking. 

“Y/N…”

He’d never called you by your first name except once in the past. A lump formed in your throat, both at the sound of your name falling from his lips, but also because this could be last time you’d ever see him. 

“In case we don’t make it back,” Hangman said. “One goodbye kiss?”

Shaking your head, you felt the first of your tears begin to fall. “I can’t. I’m supposed to come back to you…and you’re supposed to come back to me.”

“Okay, then I have to come back. I will come back,” he assured you, gently squeezing your shoulder. There was something different in his tone this time. “For you. Then can I kiss you?”

You smiled through the tears. “Maybe.”

“Let me hold you, then,” he said, voice quiet. “At least allow me that.”

You nodded and he encircled his arms around your waist, enveloping you in a newfound, comforting sense of warmth. If only you could stay like this forever. No life-or-death situations. No missions, no flying, just you and Jake standing in the middle of the tarmac without a care in the world. Sinking into his presence made it so easy to forget everything else around you. 

What had only lasted several hours felt like several decades. Your head was spinning, and your hands were shaking again. You slid your helmet off and let it clatter to the ground beside you, going straight away to scanning the rejoicing crowds for a familiar golden-haired man. 

He and Rooster were locked in a tight embrace, but as soon as your eyes met they broke apart. Hangman seemed like he wanted to sprint over, but held himself back, and simply jogged towards you. 

“Something,” you stopped to catch your breath, “something tells me I should kiss you right now.”

The smile that spread across his face at that moment had to be the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. The mission was over and done, and now, you were free to fall in love in the way you always wanted to. 

“Something tells me I agree.”

He connects his lips with yours and suddenly, you can’t remember why you waited so long to do this. Why every day for the past year, you’d pushed him away and tried to go off on your own when all along, he was the missing piece that would fill the gaping hole in your heart and stitch you back together. The man you’d been looking for your whole life had been standing right in front of you and you hadn’t noticed. But he’s here and he’s very much present now and so are you, and you know for sure that nothing can feel more perfect than this. 

“Took you long enough,” he murmured against your skin, head tucked into the crook of your neck.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled. “I won’t keep you waiting again.”

“But I need you to promise me one thing.”

“Mhm…”

“Don’t keep me waiting when I get down on one knee, alright?”

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[harrysgoldenline]

can you pls write an angst where y/n went to her and harry's house that they bought or something like that in Italy to try to move on and go on with her life after harry broke up with her but then she never expected that harry will be there as well with his new gf.... you can end it whatever you like!! thank you

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: idk, sad I guess? also not proof read oops sorry lol

When In Italy

It has been three months since you’ve last seen or spoken to Harry. A very abrupt change after being together for four years, with constant talk of marriage and starting a family, the break up was something either of you really expected. It started as a break of sorts, eventually turning into a complete break up after only a couple weeks in a somewhat mutual way. With Harry's career taking off in so many different ways, with acting, the new tour and more, his life had changed completely and has left him very little time for anything else.

It went from daily phone and FaceTime calls, constant text messages and flowers being delivered to nothing.

“You really think that’s a good idea?” Your best friend asked you, concern plastered all over her face, “that won’t bring up too much?”

She had been sitting with you as you finished packing up your suitcase, trying her best to give you her support as you were going to be going on a spur of the moment trip to Italy and staying at the home of you and Harry, needing the much needed getaway and disconnecting completely. Seeing different things online about him all the time didn’t make it any easier and no matter how hard you tried to avoid it, he always found his way to pop up.

“I just need a break, everything here is a reminder to.” You sigh, “I just want a change of scenery. I think it’ll be good for me.”

“I hope so…” she frowned, looking up at you with a sad smile, “please don’t just sit there in the house all alone. Go out, meet some local Italian men!”

“I’m definitely not ready for that.” You say, forcing a laugh as you close your suitcase, zipping it up and placing it on the floor by your door, “but I will really try, I promise. I will call you if I need you and you can come out?”

“Hell yeah I can.” She laughs, standing up and giving you a hug, “and you’re really going right now?”

You bite your bottom lip as your eyes fill up with tears, nodding quickly as you look at her and she quickly pulled you in a tight hug.

“You can do this.”

***

You pulled your suitcase through the front door, waving goodbye to the driver as you turned around to close the door behind you as they left you alone in the house that has so many memories inside. You pause at the door, taking a couple deep breaths as you look around and try and keep your mind at bay before walking to the guest bedroom, deciding the main bedroom was too much and the guest bedroom was already way nicer than your apartment.

After taking the time to unpack, knowing you would stay awhile, you put away your things into the various drawers and closet in the room. You keep out a swimsuit and change into it quickly, sliding a simple dress overtop before walking out onto the balcony attached to the bedroom, taking in the smell of the ocean and beautiful view, memories overwhelming your senses.

“Well don’t you look absolutely stunning.” You can practically hear him say all over again, reliving the memory as if it was actually happening, “ ‘m the luckiest man in the world.”

You remember him coming up behind you, arms tight around your waist as his head rested on your shoulder, soft kisses being pressed along your shoulder as you leaned back into him, a large smile covering both of your faces before you leaned your head back, connecting your lips before he pulled back.

“I can’t decide…” He had whispered, connecting your lips again.

“Decide what?” You had giggled, turning around to face him, arms resting around his shoulders as his came around your waist.

“If I want to get married here or have our honeymoon here.”

You shuddered slightly as the memory came back, letting out a deep breath before packing a beach bag quickly and leaving the house just as fast, taking a walk down to the private beach and settling yourself in a lounge chair. Applying your sunscreen you could almost convince yourself it was him applying it on you like he always would do, large hands massaging it into your skin.

You push the thought away as you grab your phone, playing music softly to try and distract your mind. Your fingers hovered over your different social media apps, wanting desperately to just give it a quick click, wondering if you could get any update on where he could be from his fans, posts always finding their way on your feed. Instead, you hold it down, deleting all of the various apps and throwing your phone down on your bag, grabbing your book and letting the music play, opening to the first page to try and escape into the new world.

***

After a few hours been spent peacefully on the beach, you decided to head back to the house to take a nice bubblebath and order yourself some dinner, deciding that you would go to town the next morning in order to cook some of your own meals. The walk back to the house was more enjoyable this time and you began to feel a sense of hope as you approached the house, your heart not clenching in as much pain as it originally had done when you first pulled up to the house earlier that day.

Using your keys, you unlocked the back door, locking it behind you again as soon as you got inside, making your way to the bathroom right away and letting the water fill up the bathtub, pouring in some of the fancy bubblebath that you remember buying once from your favorite boutique in town, making a mental note to stop there again tomorrow.

Discarding your clothes, you hung them up, deciding you could use it once more as a cover up after not even going into the water, and you honestly didn’t even have the energy to even think about doing laundry right now, even simply showering was too much most days so you were happy to submerge yourself simply into the warm water, eyes fluttering closed as it embraced you with it’s comfort.

You began preparing yourself a mental list of things you could do tomorrow, forcing yourself to get out of the house and keep yourself occupied after locking yourself away in your apartment the past few months, planning on taking baby steps but knowing that even starting will be more like a push off a cliff.

Pulling yourself out of the bath once finishing cleansing your body, deciding to save washing your hair for the next day, you pulled yourself out of the bath, honestly just wanting to curl up into bed and go to sleep but knowing you needed to force yourself to eat something. So, you dry off, applying some matching lotion to your body, which made you feel a sense of pride of yourself as you made small steps to take care of yourself again, thanking the air of Italy as self motivation and threw on the robe that you swear was the softest one in the world.

A sudden sound coming from the house made you jump, a hand coming over your chest to try and calm your racing heart as your mind tried to think of all of the possibilities of who could be there, or maybe it was coming outside? Or honestly at this point you thought it could be your imagination as the memories that have been flashing into your mind have been so vivid it felt like it was actually happening. Your feet softly padded on the wood flooring, making your way to what you thought was the site of the sound, feeling bile rise in your throat at the sight before you.

It was Harry there, with one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen in your life, laughing together.

You weren’t sure if they saw you, both of their hair wet as towels wrapped around them and it seemed like they had just got back from the beach, making you think that you must have just missed each other as you swapped positions. You slowly walk backwards, thinking of running out the back towards the beach and calling a car, leaving all of your clothes there.

You could see slightly into the master bedroom, seeing their suitcases sprawled and things laid on the couch as they chatted together, knowing they must have arrived when you were down at the beach, your presence unknown as all of your things sat seemingly hidden in the guest room which you were now desperately trying to go and hide in, but after it being too log since you been here, you accidentally ran into the wall, a photo that was hanging there crashing to the floor, glass shattering.

Two heads quickly snapped their way towards you, both pairs of eyes meeting yours as gasps left both of their lips, Harry’s face going pale as he saw you. You opened your mouth to speak, but with this being your first time seeing your partner since the breakup, no words were able to come out.

Spinning on your heel your ran back into the guest bedroom, pulling the suitcase out of the closet and messily shoving all of your clothes into it, tears stinging your eyes and unable to hold them in as they silently spilling on you cheeks, more coming as you heard the familiar steps coming your way, feeling the presence behind you and hearing the door shut softly behind you.

“Y/N?”

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Part 2 anyone???

ALSO PLEASE READ THIS!!

I was wondering what people would think about me doing personalized little blurbs/imagines for people who donate to my tip jar? you could give me your name, prompt, pronouns, etc and i will write it just for you!! :) i’m trying to write more and it’s hard bc i’m a broke college student who needs to work but if people who WANT a personalized little fic with bucky or harry or something with their own name and such maybe I could do something like that? of course I will still be doing all normal requests and such but this way it’s kinda like a one time patreon for people who want to do something like that? idk please comment/send me a message/ask and let me know what you think!!!! let’s talk!

[suguruverse]

— HAIKYUU BOYS WHEN YOU PULL A APRIL FOOLS PRANK ON THEM

includes - suna rintarou, oikawa tooru, iwaizumi hajime and bokuto koutaro

a/n - don’t ask why i posted this a day late but pls enjoy <33

published date - 02/04/21

↳ SUNA RINTAROU

- sick of your bullshit 1.0

- he thought you just making his lunch like you normally do

- he often said that you didn’t need to but he always looks forward to lunch time when he gets to see what you made him

- so today when you made him lunch, he was not suspicious at all

- when he took a bite, he was like why? is? it? so? spicy?

- but he remained calm and just kept eating

- and by the time he was half way through his lunch is was sweating buckets

- his face was red, he was aggressively blowing his nose, sweat was dripping down his face and he was chugging bottles of water like it was nothing

- he didn’t even suspect that it was a prank, just that you have weirdly high spice tolerance

- his teammates were getting a little bit worried, seeing him stick out his tongue like a dog and fanning his face like his life depended on it

- yeah, you guys were gonna have a long conversation at home

- he had just finished his 4th water bottle when he received a text from you

lol text convo - sunas pov

m’lady: how’s the food baby? :)

me: why’s it so spicy

me: it tastes good but i think i’m dying

me: laugh out loud

m’lady: dang i didn’t think it would be THAT spicy

me: huh?

m’lady: happy april fools??

me: fuck you

m’lady: is that a promise?? 🥺🥺

me: shut up i’m crying rn

m’lady: then come home you dramatic bitch

me: i’ll remember this day you damn brat

- in conclusion pranking him sucks and he always gets you back for it

- except his pranks are 100% worse and probably emotionally traumatising

↳ OIKAWA TOORU

- this man istg he is so annoying

- this man is so needy and dramatic

- but that’s probably why you decided to do this

- he just has the best reactions for pranks

- yeah nah i have no idea what you were thinking when you decided to do this

- ditching a date with your boyfriend to hang out with your friends??

- um big mistake

“my love, are you ready for our dinner date yet?”

- yeah you weren’t, babes we going clubbing, but he didn’t know that

- and plus your outfit didn’t really speak ‘fancy dinner’

“oh tooru!! great, i need your opinions! what do you think of my outfit”

“darling, you look absolutely stunning, but a bit much for a dinner date don’t you think?”

“baby what? i’m going out with friends tonight, to the club, but don’t worry, i’ll be home early”

“my love?? we had a date tonight. did you forget? we’ve been planning this for awhile”

“tooru, what’re you talking about? i told you i was gonna go out ages ago”

“oh but-“

“oh shit tooru, i’m late, i gotta go, i’ll see you later okay? see you later my love”

- and you left, leaving your boyfriend heartbroken

- he literally dropped onto the floor clutching his chest hoping you would come home and see him, then cuddle him until the morning

- and there he laid for another 10 minutes in disgust

- how dare you leave your precious boyfriend for your friends

- you decided you were done pranking him so you enter your apartment to your boyfriend cracking open a new vodka bottle

“tooru!”

“oh... it’s you”

“um yeah”

“i thought you were going out with your friends. what? did you finally remember about the date with your handsome boyfriend?”

“tooru”

“no go away, i’m mad”

“april fools tooru”

- when i tell you this man gave you the biggest side eye

“hmph i knew that, i just wanted to see how far you would take the prank”

“okay baby, sure you did”

“pfft darling, don’t underestimate your lovely boyfriend, so come on let’s go”

“go where”

“cuddle, obviously, i still haven’t forgiven you”

- 4/10 dont prank him, he’s annoying

↳ IWAIZUMI HAJIME

- sick of your bullshit 2.0

- he swears you’re gonna give him grey hairs during his 20’s and let’s be honest you probably are

- he just worries about you too much

- he hates seeing you hurt, sick, stressed or just uncomfortable in general

- so you were hella cruel for doing this to him

*massive thud noise lol idk*

“OW, haji, HAJI it hurts please hurry it hurts so bad”

- all of a sudden your boyfriend becomes an olympic sprinter

“doll? what’s wrong baby? did you fall? is your ankle okay? do you want me to get ice? call an ambulance?”

“haji, please i don’t know, it just hurts so bad. please make it stop”

“doll it’s okay, just breathe, can you do that for me pretty girl?”

“mhm”

“good girl, it looks like you sprained your ankle, i’ll go get some ice, okay doll?”

“please hurry haji, it hurts a lot”

“it’s okay, i’m sorry, i’ll be back super quick”

- you were gonna cry, your boyfriend was being so cute and considerate

- yeah well wait until he finds out this was a prank

- in less than 2 minutes, he came running back with an ice pack

“here doll, does this feel better?”

“mhm, thank you haji, i love you”

“i love you more, c’mon i’ll carry you to the couch”

- ugh what a man

“hey haji?”

“yeah doll? what’s up?”

“happy april fools”

“huh?”

“i’m not actually injured, it was a prank”

iwaizumi: 😐😑😐

“i should have known, you fucking brat”

“hehe sorry, can i have a hug”

“no, hug yourself”

- 202/10 bc he’s husband material and has nice arms

↳ BOKUTO KOUTARO

- babie 🥺🥺

- you always loved leaving him small motivational notes for him and he loves it so much

- he always has the biggest smile whenever he sees a note that you wrote in his lunch or his duffle bag

- but today you put like 391 notes in his bag without him noticing

- so when he arrived at practice, he was hoping to get changed into his gear but was instead greeted with a pile of notes

- he picked one up at looked at it

“you look like the scum between my toes”

- okay that was mean

- so he picked up another

“your armpits smell like blue cheese”

- he could have started crying right then and there

- so he texted you

bo’s pov

me: baby :((

my pretty baby: what’s wrong my love? did something happen at practice?

me: did you put these notes in my bag? :((

my pretty baby: i did!! happy april fools baby!!

my pretty baby: did you not like it?

me: it was mean, should i read all of it?

my pretty baby: i spent all night writing it so yes

my pretty baby: but you don’t have to if you don’t wanna, some of them are really weird and mean

me: no i wanna, you worked hard on them!!

my pretty baby: are you sure? they might hurt your feelings

me: im sure!! im stronger than you think!! :))

- the rest of msby saw some of the notes and laughed

- atsumu texted you about how funny they were

- but sakusa told you to never do it again because he doesn’t wanna deal with bokuto crying ever 

- what a babe

- 827282/10 because he’s such a sweetheart

[book-place]

Saturday Mornings and Absent Dads

So this series is actually based on one that I read a long time ago. The credits for the overall idea goes to the original author, but I have done what I could to make everything else original by me

Series Masterlist

Warnings: cursing, shitty parents, child abandonment, let me know if I missed any :)

Parings: Au!Human!Archangels x OC sister (Astrid)

*not my gif*

Summary: It was a normal morning before someone from the Novak’s past tried to walk back into their lives

A/N: This is one of my favorite writing. Idk why, I’m just obsessed with the whole idea of this chapter

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“Gabriel! I swear, I will kill you!” Balthazar shrieked as he chased his cackling older brother down the stairs, taking two at a time in a way that would make Micheal have a heart attack.

Micheal didn’t even look up to see this though, as he yelled from his spot at the table, “Don’t kill your brother, Balth.” He continued reading the newspaper, flipping the page as if nothing happened.

Astrid came into the kitchen and scoffed at the sight of Michael before starting to make herself cereal for breakfast.

The eldest Novak looked up and narrowed his eyes a little bit, “Anything you care to say, Attie?” He asked in a challenging tone.

“Nothing, nothing.” She said, then quietly added on, “You just look like an old man who’s reading his morning newspaper before taking his daily walk around the retirement home.”

Unfortunately for her, Micheal seemed to have supersonic hearing, “I heard that, young lady!” He snapped.

She looked up with wide eyes and quickly picked up her bowl of cereal before sprinting out of the room, “You can’t kill me if you can’t catch me!”

Mike let out a sigh and rubbed his temples, this was going to be a long Saturday morning.

Cass had been innocently trying to walk into the kitchen for breakfast when he practically got trampled over by his younger sister, “Every Novak for themselves!” Is what she had yelled before continuing to sprint upstairs. He had just stood up and tilted his head slightly before continuing to the kitchen in confusion.

Micheal looked up from his newspaper again at the sound of footsteps, “Morning, Cass.”

“Good morning, Micheal.” The younger brother greeted back, reaching for the box cereal Astrid had forgotten to put away.

That’s when two figures came barreling into the room, “Get back here!” Balthazar yelled at Gabriel, still clearly mad for whatever had happened moments before.

Gabe’s eyes landed on Micheal and he smirked before sprinting at full speed to get behind his oldest brother's chair.

Once he was successfully behind his target, Gabriel smirked at his younger brother and stuck his tongue out, knowing full well that Balthazar wouldn’t chance annoying Micheal in the morning.

“Stop using me as a shield, Gabe.” Micheal muttered, his headache already beginning.

Said person pouted in return before seeing Balthazar busy talking to Castiel and quickly ran out of the kitchen and into the living room while he was distracted. Balthazar cursed at seeing this and took off after him.

“Watch your language!” Micheal weakley called after him.

Cass sent Micheal a small smile, “I’ll go make sure they don’t break anything… or kill each other.” He offered before leaving after his two older brothers.

Micheal let out what seemed to be the hundredth sigh this morning, before hearing some footsteps yet again.

“And why am I doing this?” The familiar voice of Lucifer rang out in the room before Micheal even saw him.

“Because if you’re here,” Astrid’s voice commented back, “Then Micheal can’t kill me.”

“And why’s that?” She gets asked.

“Because you won’t let him.” The youngest Novak replied in a ‘duh’ tone.

The two finally walked in the kitchen, with Astrid behind Lucifer as a barrier between her and her oldest brother.

“Morning, Mikey.” Lucifer greeted, striding right over to the kitchen table Micheal was still sitting at.

He took the cup of coffee that Micheal was clearly reaching for, and chugged the entire thing in two loud gulps.

Michaels temper was starting to get the best of him, but he was able to keep it under control with the thought that pretty soon he would have to leave for work, and he wouldn’t have to deal with his siblings for some time.

“Lucifer.” Micheal greeted back gruffly.

“Aww, why the long face, Mike Mike?” Lucifer teased, going to pour himself some more coffee.

He just ignored Lucifer and turned to Astrid, who was on the very opposite side of the room, “Old man?” He questioned, cocking an eyebrow.

“It’s what you looked like!” She defended.

Just as Micheal opened his mouth to rebuttal, a loud crash came from the direction of the living room.

The three siblings in the kitchen immediately rushed to see what happened and were met with the sight of Balthazar and Gabriel wrestling on the ground as Castiel tried to get them to stop while picking up a fallen vase.

“Hey!” Micheal bellowed, immediately halting the two wrestling brothers. “What are you two doing?”

Right away, the two started yelling at and blaming each other.

“He did-“

“His fault-“

“Ran down-“

“The prank-“

“Not me-“

“Tried to-“

“Not my fault-“

“ENOUGH!” Micheal’s voice boomed over the others.

Everyone immediately stopped whatever they were doing and looked up at their fuming older brother, even the ones who weren’t being yelled at by him were scared.

All further yelling, arguing, or whatever was happening, was stopped when there was a knock on the door. Everyone froze and no one made a move to open it. Nobody had been expecting anyone, they all had work in a couple of hours.

Micheal was the first one to move, striding through the living room and to the front door as another knock ran through the house. The remaining siblings shared a glance and quickly followed behind their brother out of pure curiosity.

Astrid could hear the sound of the door opening, but due to being in the back and her brothers being taller than her, she couldn’t see who was at the door. But she could see all of her brothers stiffen, confusing the girl.

“Hi, kids.” A man's voice said. Astrid pushed her way through Balthazar and Cass’s shoulders to see who it was.

Balthazar tried to catch her arm and stop her, but the fourteen year old didn’t even notice as she also froze when she saw who it was.

Their father.

His eyes were scanning through the faces of his children until his gaze dropped to land on Astrid, “Asta-“ He reached out as if to hug her.

Micheal quickly, but gently, pulled her back and behind him though, not wanting their father anywhere near any of his siblings.

“What are you doing here, Chuck?” Micheal asked in a cold and deadly tone, his face blank and emotionless.

Said man flinched slightly at being called by his first name, as if slapped in the face, “Listen, Mike I-“

“Michael.” The oldest Novak sibling corrected harshly, only his siblings could call him by any nickname whatsoever.

Chuck Novak sighed, “Micheal,” he corrected, “Can I come in-“

He didn't even finish when Michael cut him off, “No.”

Gabriel and Balthazar shared a glance before looking down at their sister who was still frozen, pushed behind Micheal with wide eyes.

The father cleared his throat awkwardly and nodded, “You know, this technically still is my house-“

“Have you been the one paying the bills?” Lucifer cut in roughly.

“Well no-“

“Exactly, no you have not. So therefore, this is not your house anymore.” Lucifer’s glare was enough to put the man in front of them six feet deep.

Astrid seemed to finally snap out of her daze and she felt like a little kid again as she softly called out, “Dad?”

When Astrid was younger, she would ask Micheal when their dad was coming back. Because she was so young, he lied to her and told her that he was coming back soon. She believed him so much that sometimes in the middle of the night, some of her brothers caught her standing by the door and waiting for him to walk right back in. At that point, all of her brothers had stopped hoping and believing that their sorry excuse of a father was coming back.

As she got older though, she realized that her dad wasn’t in fact coming back. And it was hard, but she ended up coming to terms with that fact.

But now he was standing right before her, and she didn’t know what to think. Or feel. Or do for that matter. She had gone so much of her life without him that she was used to it. So much of her life had gone by without him and it was just her and her brothers.

“Hi, sweetie.” He greeted softly, holding out his arms yet again for a hug.

Before Astrid could even comprehend what was happening, Chuck’s arms were slapped down by none other than Castiel Novak.

The man blinked at his youngest son in surprise, “Don’t touch her.” Castiel growled in a threatening tone.

Even his siblings were slightly surprised, it was hard to make Castiel angry. Let alone get to the point of glaring as hard as he was and slapping a man's arms.

Chuck’s face hardened, “She’s my daughter-“

“No she’s not.” Gabriel finally spoke up, giving him a look that could rival his brothers.

The older man continued as if nothing happened, “-and you are my sons. So therefore I demand some respect.”

“You are no father of ours, and you gave up the right to have respect from us the moment you stepped out that door.” Micheal seethed in a tone so deadly, Astrid was shivering a little in fear.

Chuck angled his glare to Micheal, “I think your siblings should decide that for themselves. They can make their own decisions, you can not decide for them.” His look turned into one of pleading as he looked over the faces of his other children.

Each of them looked away though. Some looked at the ceiling, others at the floor. Anything to avoid his gaze. Not Astrid though. She looked right at him, and when he looked back, she didn’t break eye contact. She knew that she should have, he was never around. Her brothers didn’t trust him, but she couldn’t look away. Or she wouldn’t. She didn’t know.

“Astrid.” His voice was pleading- no- begging.

“Maybe…” her voice came out quietly, “maybe we should just hear him out…”

Her brothers all looked at her like she grew two heads, but she wasn’t paying attention to them and neither was their father. “Thank you, sweetie.”

“Don’t call her that.” Micheal hissed through gritted teeth. Astrid may have chosen to take pity and hear him out, but he would be damn sure that he didn’t. And he was sure that his brothers weren’t planning to either. He begrudgingly stepped aside to let Chuck in, his brothers following suit.

Chuck stepped in and let out a low whistle, “This place has changed.” There were new pictures on the walls of the siblings and the walls were more dented, and it was probably a lot messier then Chuck remembered.

Astrid looked around to see all of her brothers were still tense, but her attention was dragged away from them and to her father. He was looking at a picture on the wall with all of his children in it. Balthazar and Gabriel seemed to be yelling at each other, while Micheal seemed to be groaning and rubbing his temples. Astrid was on Lucifer’s back, both of them sticking their tongues out at the camera. And Cass, god bless his soul, was just smiling pleasantly at the camera as if nothing was happening.

Chuck let out a small, airy laugh before turning and walking into the living room. Astrid followed right behind and all of the brothers shared a glance before following as well.

The vase that had been knocked down earlier was still on the floor, and pillows were scattered about the room due to the pillow fight Castiel and Astrid had been having the night before. The old, worn out tv had a crack down the center of it from when Gabriel bet that Lucifer couldn’t throw the remote from the top of the stairs into the living room.

Chuck sat down on the old gray couch, Astrid sitting on the opposite end, and the boys all standing up. Lucifer had his arms crossed and was leaning against the back wall, while Balthazar and Gabriel stood near the door, seeming to create a wall in front of the door. Micheal stood right in front of the couch with Cass standing awkwardly behind him.

“You wanted to talk, so talk.” Balthazar snapped impatiently, Gabriel nodding along with him.

Chuck sighed, “Listen, kids. I know that I haven’t exactly been around much-“

“Much?” Lucifer scoffed.

“-but I’m still your father and I want to be involved with your lives more.” As he finished, a silence hung thickly in the living room air.

Reality came crashing down on Astrid quickly. Her father, who had never been there for her, wanted to be now. He was looking for their permission back into their lives. She wanted to say yes, she so badly did, but what cost would it come at? Would he leave again? Why now? Why not earlier? When she actually had needed him?

He took a deep breath and continued, “I know that you are now their legal guardian, Mike- Micheal.” He caught himself, “But I think that it’s only fair, as their father, that I am back in their lives. Yours as well.”

“No.” Micheal didn’t even hesitate.

“And that’s not your decision!” Chuck spat out angrily, having what seemed to be the same conversation that went on only moments before.

“The hell it’s not-“ Micheal’s arms became uncrossed and his fists clenched, his knuckles began turning white.

“You’re not their father! I am!” Chuck yelled, standing up.

An even heavier silence then the last fell over their house. Micheal looked like he had gotten punched in the gut.

“I know that.” His voice came out soft, almost pained. His siblings started becoming worried, their older brother was never like this. He was always direct, confident, and knew what he wanted. He was never like this, and it was starting to scare them.

“Do you Micheal? Do you really? Because you’re acting like you’re their father! News flash! You’re not!” Chuck was screaming now.

A pained look crossed Micheal’s face and something seemed to snap inside Astrid, “Out.” She stood up and pointed to the door.

Chuck turned to his daughter in surprise, “What-“

“I said, out. Now.” She glared at him for the first time since they opened the door for him this morning. “Mike may not be our father, but he raised us better than you ever did. It’s because of him that we are still here. All together. We almost weren’t, though. We were almost separated because you left. So Michael made a decision, he grew up much faster than anyone should ever have had to and he carried the burden of caring for us. So if anyone is our father, it’s him. Most definitely not you.” She finished her speech angrier than her brothers had ever seen her.

Angrier than when Gabriel put neon green hair dye in her shampoo. Angrier than when Micheal wouldn’t let her go to her friend's house because she had homework, or when Lucifer blamed her for breaking Cass’s favorite coffee mug. “Get out of our house Chuck.”

Everyone was speechless, Gabriel was the first to snap out of it, “You heard her, out. Now.”

When Chuck didn’t move, Lucifer angrily marched over and took Chuck by the back of the collar and started dragging him out, who didn’t even struggle because of the fact that he was still too stunned to do anything.

With one final huff, Lucifer literally threw Chuck out of the house and slammed the door, making the walls shake.

Everyone stood in silence for a few moments, not knowing what to do or what to say, until Micheal finally spoke up. “Is that-“ his voice broke off, “Is that really what you think?” He looked at Astrid with tears in his eyes.

“It’s what we all think.” Came her reply before she threw herself into his arms.

Much to Micheals surprise, every one of his siblings, in their own special way, agreed with Astrid before coming and joining the hug.

“Thank you.” Micheal’s voice gasped out between tears.

“No,” Astrid said confidently, “Thank you.”

They didn’t need Chuck back in their lives, they already had the best father that they could ever ask for.

[isagisyoichi]

how do u think the boy would be in a party😈😈

NEW RULES!

SYNOPSIS: blue lock at a party

CHARACTERS INCLUDED: isagi, bachira, nagi, reo, rin, chigiri, naruhaya, niko, nanase, gagamaru, kunigami

WARNINGS: mentions of underage drinking and weed (but no one actually takes anything), swearing, mentions of throwing up and food, again pretend they're all friends and go to the same school because it's more fun to think that way. ooc rin maybe? idk i like pretending he's not as miserable as the manga makes him out to be 🤗 he deserves to have fun i think

A/N: no cause this was soooo fun to write tysm anon, i got through this in a flash cause i loved this suggestion sm :') literally one of the most fun requests i've ever gotten eeee!!!!! also this made me miss my irls bye corona can suck my balls fr

ISAGI YOICHI:

i feel like this would be his first big party aw lol, so he’s kind of nervous LMAO.

gets handed a beer by someone, has his first sip of it ever, and immediately spits it out. mutters “how the hell can anyone drink this?” and “discreetly” pours the rest into a bush.

mainly stays with nagi, chigiri, kunigami, and bachira and they just talk throughout the night

(bachira only sits down and talks after his energy dies down. i'll elaborate on this below the cut).

keeps asking nagi “what song is this?” throughout the night LOL. makes a mental note of what songs to add to his playlists.

slightly nods his head to the music, aw cute. goes a little harder and lip syncs/raps along when he really likes the song, though (i stand by my word when i said he loves “neon guts”)

does accidentally bump into someone, but isagi starts a convo with them after he apologizes, and they hit it off right away 🥰

but, the person left early and isagi, ever the dummy, forgets to ask for their number.

and he's actually so disappointed in himself when he realizes, too 😭

BACHIRA MEGURU:

not drunk or anything at all, but boy, the way he’s acting makes it seem like he is.

the self proclaimed “life of the party.”

can be found “dancing,” though i use that word generously because to classify whatever he’s doing as “dancing,” is a stretch, to every song, even if he doesn’t know the words LOL

really likes when throwbacks come on!!!! he does dance to the lyrics and not the beat sometimes, though 😭

but, bachira looks like he’s having so much fun, it’s so cute, he’s definitely been waiting for this moment his whole life 🥰

if you were dancing with him, bachira would 100% take you by the hand and spin you around

also forces gets isagi to dance with him but isagi’s so awkward 😭

bachira also ends up jumping in the pool sometime later that night. yells “cannonball!” and everything, like, okay michael phelps 😭

he doesn’t have extra clothes so reo has to give him some and they're so fucking big on him LOLLL

texts the groupchat “i was sooo crazy last night😂” in the morning LMAOO, okay babe calm down

KUNIGAMI RENSUKE:

takes it upon himself to make sure none of his friends die LOL

only drinks water and diet coke 👍

his mom calls in the middle of the party to ask how he's doing and bachira and nagi are doing stupid shit like yelling “pass the weed” and fake moaning 😭

isagi and chigiri tell him to tell her they say hi LOL

really likes when the dj puts on 90s/2000's r&b/hiphop songs (i'll die by my hc that kunigami's an oldies fan)

mostly sways side to side to the music, but he did also dance a little, per request of bachira, and ended up talking to a cute person a for little, too 🤗

offers to help clean up in the morning

CHIGIRI HYOUMA:

at least two drunk girls have mistaken him for their friend, and another four have asked to touch his hair.

tried to use one of reo’s many bathrooms, found a couple making out, outwardly said “gross,” and then left to find another one 😭

nods his head and taps his foot to the music, not much of a dancer.

also a people-watcher, and he points out things he sees are happening to his friends.

“guys, i think misa and her boyfriend are breaking up, look.” leave that poor girl alone bro 😭

finds himself laughing a lot that night because damn! his friends are funny, whether they try to be or not.

not really a party person, but chigiri actually had a lot of fun 🥰

NARUHAYA ASAHI:

also on the dancefloor! doesn’t really dance, per say, but he jumps up and down and does the fist pump thing 😭 he has the spirit, let's give him that.

drank a lot of soda, so he’s filled with energy. also pees in at least three of reo's bathrooms.

talks to his friends, but also makes new ones! also i feel like he takes a lot of pictures LOL. he needs the finsta content 😭

plays truth or dare, or something like that. ends up having to do some stupid shit like smack raichi’s ass and run away, but naruhaya did make out with the girl next to him, so fair trade, he thinks.

also ends up in the pool, but he’s playing chicken with gagamaru and some other people. does not win a single round, but he had fun 😇

leaves with like four plates of food and one of reo’s decorative towels for some reason???

GAGAMARU GIN:

goes through a bunch of reo's shit 😭 he's not taking anything, but he's just curious LOL

strikes up very, random conversations with a bunch of people out of nowhere, good for him!

weirdly good at darts, very good aim.

although one round, naruhaya accidentally distracted gagamaru and one of darts ended up in reo's wall 💔

“it's fine, he has the money to fix it,” naruhaya shrugs as he walks away from reo's now punctured, wall. so true bestie!

gagamaru somehow ends up giving some drunk stranger some “life-changing” advice. (whether it's good or not is debatable)

they thank gagamaru for changing their life and he never sees them again

NAGI SEISHIRO:

irritates the fuck out the dj because nagi keeps asking him to play one specific song over and over again.

it was good the first time, don't wear it out for the rest of us bae 😭

doesn't really dance, just nods his head, maybe raps along a little, too

when he talks to the girls that come up to him, nagi says stuff like “yeah, the host and i go way back, we’re best friends.”

“way back,” my ass, but whatever nagi 🤨

knocks out in one of reo’s guest rooms. someone finds him when they’re trying to look for the bathroom and they draw a mustache and a bunch of other stupid shit on him 😭

tries to leave before reo makes him help clean up in the morning. does not work 👍

dumbass also ended up losing his phone (reo bought him a new one so nagi doesn't really care)

RAICHI JINGO:

gasses himself up sooo much when he’s trying to hit on girls.

“yeah, i'm about to go D1 after high school, just wait on it,” yeah, okay raichi 🙄

also tries to show them his highlights, bye. babe, i mean this in the nicest possible way but, i do not care, can we just kiss 🙏

i feel like he’s one of those boys who likes to take his shirt off for no reason, so raichi most definitely ends up shirtless at some point of the night 😭

takes pictures with reo’s fancy cars in his garage to flex 💀 gets annoyed when reo says raichi can’t drive them. raichi doesn't even have his license 😑

plays pool and is actually not that bad. does almost accidentally blind isagi with his cue, though.

IMAMURA YUUDAI:

he's with some girls but, he’s a dummy and he didn’t know his other hoes would be there, so imamura had quite a few drinks spilled on him here and there.

still somehow leaves with like three new girls snaps, four numbers, and a bunch of lipstick stains. not even gonna lie, i respect his game.

actually a really good dancer, and he knows he looks good, too. knows the words to every drake song that comes on, argue with your mom.

lip-syncs the words to you when you dance together and it makes you more flustered than you would think 🙄

the type to pull you close and wraps his arms around your waist or around your neck

actually really fun to talk to. always in the loop with drama and stuff, so he's always got some interesting conversation topics. and he's funny 😭

MIKAGE REO:

obviously, the party’s at his house. what’s the point of having a rich teammate if you can’t exploit them for their possessions?

jokes, but reo did offer to throw it at his mansion house in the first place.

actually really likes throwing parties lmao, so he jumped at the opportunity.

posted on his snap, “party at my place su for address‼️” LOL

natural charm + raised with good manners = reo being an amazing host

but, reo does have a little group of girls following him around the entire night 👎

and it irritates the hell out of whoever reo’s trying to talk to because they’re all up on him, making it hard for reo to pay attention 😑

also doesn’t help that he entertains them and flirts back and dances with a couple of them, too

and looks good when he dances, too UGH!!!! he's the type to run his hands up and down your body while he dances with you 😣

i hate this man 👎 /j

ITOSHI RIN:

practicing. he didn’t come. sike! rin has a social life, too, come on now, y'all 🙄

talked a big game about how he wouldn’t show up then he still came anyways, like rin, what 😭??

super good at cup pong and he knows it. he keeps beating ryusei and if you look closely, rin has something reminiscent of a smirk on his face.

a foot-tapper, not a dancer, which sucks because he’s not even bad at dancing, either 👎

a couple of girls come up to rin to flirt, but rin doesn’t give them the time of day. no response or anything just a little side eye 😭

rin just talks to his friends and that’s it, really.

actually internally glad for the chance to kickback and relax for once, tbh.

but, he refuses to admit he had any semblance of fun. (he did, rin’s just a weenie 😒)

NIKO IKKI:

the team forced him to come 😭

niko’s already a homebody and he doesn’t like loud noises or large social scenes, so he wasn’t too jazzed about going somewhere where the both of those things combine.

also he's picky with music so LOL. does like that one remix to the pursuit of happiness, though

he’s a wall-stander, i hate to break it to y’all. just watched everything from a distance and didn't talk to anyone except for isagi and his friends.

bye, if you don’t get off the damn wall and dance (he'd dance with me i'm different 🥰🤗)

keeps opening and closing his phone so he looks busy but that mf is literally just going through the settings app 😭

called his mom to bring him home an hour and a half in 👎

NANASE NIJIROU:

i hate to admit it, but he’s the annoying first year that documents everything on snap bye

he’s just excited to be there but like, there is no reason for his story to be half an hour long.

i'm not watching all of that! sorry that happened to you or good for you 🤗

probably playing games like spin the bottle or seven minutes in heaven. is very proud of himself for kissing four people in one night #bigmoves 🥳

stays with his group of friends and they're sooo loud and rowdy LMAOO. #firstyearthings

you can literally hear them laughing over the music, but they're having fun, so it's fine (at least of those kids hits people when they laugh too)

also dances, too! has super good energy and a natural sense of rhythm surprisingly 🥰 also a good hypeman!!!!! honestly, he's just really fun to be around tbh

overall, has a lot of fun, as you can tell by his story 😇

[kuroosshortcake]

The Bet

Tooru Oikawa x Y/N

Genre: Lmao Angst lezzgo.

Warnings: Swearing,,,and idk,,,

Sticky Notes: I love Tooru and please do take note that this is just a short story, Tooru is a pure sweet bean, got it?

this is my first time writing, please do not be afraid to criticize me, also reblogs are highly appreciated, now get ready to cry.

“Hey Cutie, how’s your day?” Tooru asked and plans a small kiss on your forehead “Oh, done with your practice??” you asked back handing him some bottled water.

You and Tooru have been dating for 3 months now, he’s the sweetest guy you've ever met. Sometimes he’ll gust hug you from the back and whisper sweet nothings on to your ear that sends butterflies to your stomach.

“Nah, wanna spend time with my cutie now so I ditched the practice, hehe” he scratched his nape and let out a soft chuckle. You suddenly heard a shout from the practice room.

“Tooru Oikawa!! Get your ass back here!! you're the Captain, you are supposed to be here with us you little sh–” It was Iwa Chan, walking like mad man, ready to hit your boyfriend right on his head.

“Damn, he caught me.” Tooru whispered as he snuggles up to your arms “Guess we’ll just spend some alone time tomorrow, Baby” he pouts and hugs you so tight. You smiled and hugged him back, “It’s fine go back, Iwa Chan looks so mad” you said and break from the hug. You waved him goodbye and headed home.

While walking home, you suddenly realize that tomorrow is your birthday. The thought of you and tooru spending the time together tomorrow makes you blush so hard.

Who knows? he might as well prepared a surprise for you, right? I mean you're his girlfriend after all.

Tomorrow comes, you dressed up so nicely. It’s your birthday and you're gonna spend the whole day with your favorite person.

You decided to cook some simple dishes so you can eat it together with Tooru and his group.

After cooking, you packed all the meals you've prepared and went the practice room where the boys always practice playing volleyball.

You were about to enter the room when you suddenly heard whisper inside, you heard your name. They're talking about you, you got curious so you open the door a little bit and peek.

“ Looks like Y/N’s really inlove with you, huh?” ask a guy and toss a bottled water to Tooru. “She’s really naive.” Tooru replied as he drank all the water. “She really thinks i’m inlove with her? Oh and btw, where’s my money? i won the bet!” He added and pointed the empty bottled to each guy.

“Yeah yeah, we’ll give it later. ” the other guy said “But are you sure you don't love her? I mean if i don’t know anything about about this bet, i’ll really believe that you’re madly in love with her” another guy speaked.

You’re already in the verge of crying, you're expecting him to say that it was all a joke, that he is really in love with you.

But expecting will just hurt you more, right?

“Why would i be in love with her? She’s not even my type. She’s also really clingy to be honest, also so very childli-” His sentence was cut off when they heard a crash from the door.

The food you prepared was all over your dress and on the floor now, tears were streaming down from your eyes.

“Y/N..” Tooru’s shocked voice was heard together with your sobs.

“What the hell happe– OmyGod Y/N! Are you okay?” Iwazumi, who just came and who doesn't have any idea of what's happening asked you.

“How nice of you to prepare such a surprise for me, Oikawa.” you said between your sobs, not minding the hotness of the food that's splattered all over you.

All of them looked at you with their eyes wide open, shocked what they just heard

“Happy Birthday to me!”

“Y/N..let’s talk about this, okay?” slowly walking towards you, Tooru grabs a towel planning to wipe those tears away.

Jerk, he’s such a jerk.

“Don’t you come near me” you replied, your knees are getting weaker and weaker, you're about to fall but Iwazumi was behind you, helping you to stand up.

Guilt was all written on his eyes, he feels sorry for you.

“How stupid of me to fall for those sweet sweet lies of yours.” You said and let out a small sobs, pushing Iwazumi and runs outside.

It’s raining, the rain pouring really hard. But who cares? you just ran and ran, ran where your feet will take you.

“Y/N!!” his voice was the last sound you hear when you suddenly feel that your hit by something.

Then all when to black.

Happy birthday. What a wonderful way to celebrate a birthday.

[silversatoru]

Hi, I just finished burdens and OML 🥺🥺🥺

May I request some sort of megumi x reader continuous where the reader ends up becoming a powerful sorcerer (or a cursed spirit👀 whichever you’d like tbh) megumi and the reader somehow cross paths again a little while after the break up and he witnesses her fighting for the first time? I just know that boy would fall in love all over again but she’s moved on and he feels guilty and just angst? And maybe fluff idk. I’m new to requests so I hope I did this right, thank you so much❤️❤️

burdens pt. 2

a/n: hello, part two of this not-so-lovely story is finally here. every single one of you is allowed one free punch to my face for taking so long to write it,,, i’m so sorry. this is its fourth rewrite and it got a little darker than expected but it’s finally done,, i hope you enjoy <3

fushiguro megumi x f!reader

synopsis: you finally see megumi again at the kyoto sister school goodwill event

tags/warnings: angst, some graphic depictions of violence, character death

word count: 3k

“Do you know how tired I am of watching the people I love die? Things would be so much easier for me if you just stayed the fuck away”.

Megumi’s bitter words were on repeat in your head — the harshness of his voice leaving a hollow feeling carved into your chest. Tear-stained cheeks and shaky breathes had become your new normal these past few days. Tight, sharp pains filled your empty stomach, waves of nausea coursing through your body.

You’ve had no motivation to get out of bed lately, nevermind to shower or cook yourself a proper meal — honestly, for all you cared you could rot away in your blanket filled bed. You checked your phone like a fiend too, thinking that eventually, a miraculous text from Megumi would appear and make everything better. It never did.

He’d completely ghosted you since that dreadful day, and that hurt more than anything. You’d held onto a sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe, he hadn't meant what he said. But as the days continued to pass, your hope quickly dwindled.

To say your current state was shameful was putting it lightly, and you were embarrassed at how poorly this was effecting you. You liked to think that you were strong, motivated, independent — that you didn't need some douchebag just to feel happy. But truth be told, breakups are fucking hard, and it's okay to not be okay for a while — or at least that's what you kept telling yourself.

So when you were trudging miserably down the street to your local convenience store and you saw a familiar pair of jujutsu sorcerers, you wanted desperately to sink into the ground. You made a quick turn to head to a different shop, but it was too late, you were spotted.

“y/n! hey!” Two lighthearted voices sang through the air, filling your ears and making your heart clench in your chest.

You turned around and anxiously approached them, your unkempt hair and baggy eyes sending looks of concern across their faces.

“Hey girl, you good?” Nobara shot you a sideways glance, Maki raising a suspicious eyebrow.

“Yeah, uh, ice cream,” You croaked, speaking for the first time in a couple days, “I’m here for ice cream, that’s all”.

“Yeah, but why do you look like a fucking zombie?” Maki pushed her eyeglasses further up her nose, her sharp eyes looking you up and down.

“Ah, he didn’t say anything to you guys, did he?” You shook your head, heavy eyes falling to ground as you refused to meet theirs.

“Don’t tell me…” Nobara’s face contorted, “Did he break up with you?”

You nodded, a pitiful chuckle falling from your lips, because if you didn’t laugh, you’d start sobbing right now.

Maki threw her arm around your shoulder, pulling you to her side and ushering you into the store, “It’s okay, men suck. Hang out with us today”.

Meanwhile, Nobara trailed quickly behind the two of you, anger seething from her teeth and steam practically billowing out of her ears.

“That fuckhead! I swear I’ll fuck his shit up big time, he won’t even know what fucking hit him. I knew that boy was stupid but shit, this is a whole new low for him! I-,” She continued to ramble and rant as Maki led you through the store, picking out drinks and snacks to help ease your pain.

The three of you ended up in a nearby park, sitting around a small picnic table and gorging on the massive array of snacks. Lighthearted conversation and lots of food make your chest ache a little less, and you even found yourself laughing and chatting as if things were normal. You’d told the two of them all about that day, about Megumi’s irrational words and his tragic breakdown that led to some kind of fucked-up break up sex.

“So, how are we gonna get back at him? Egg his car? Put bleach in his shampoo? Bugs in his food? God - it’s a shame his dad is dead because from the pictures I’ve seen that man was FINE and revenge sex—,”

“Nobara,” Maki shot her idiot girlfriend a dirty look, and the orange-haired girl quickly shut her mouth, “As much as I support any idea that revolves around ruining a man’s day, I don’t think revenge is the healthiest coping strategy here”.

You were tracing your eyes around Maki’s face as she spoke, and you found yourself carefully inspecting her purple glasses that rested softly on the bridge of her nose. And that’s when it clicked, the light bulb ignited in your head and you knew exactly what you wanted to do.

“Maki,” your voice was urgent, “You don’t have cursed energy, you can’t even see them without your glasses!”

Her face twisted and her nose scrunched, a look of distaste in her eyes, “I know?”

“So, you could teach me, right? You could help me learn how to use some cursed weapons?”

“Yeah! You have to Maki, then she can beat his ass with me,” Nobara chimed in.

“That’s not a bad idea actually,” Maki’s mouth formed an evil grin, “Could you imagine his face after watching you exorcise a curse?”

The three of your conversed for a bit longer, speculating and potting about training, weapons, and your very own pair of curse-seeing glasses. By the end of the night you had a plan, and a pretty good one if you say so yourself.

From that day on, teary eyes and achy hearts were a thing of the past, not because it was that easy to get over Megumi, but because Maki didn’t even allow you the time to feel dismal anymore. You met her everyday after classes without fail, and everyday she would train you until you thought your arms would fall off. After months and months of sore muscles, sweat, and the occasional injury, you were convinced that Maki was incapable of feeling pity or remorse for other living things. Every time you speculated about quitting, she’d set a fire under you, unafraid to remind you how weak you still were.

The green-haired sorcerer had ultimately decided that you worked best dual-armed -- a long, lightweight blade in each hand. On your final day of training, she officially gifted the two swords to you, as a “graduation” gift.

Skill-wise, you were by no means as incredible Maki, but you definitely held your own, and the progress you’d made in a mere 8 months was astronomical. They’d introduced you to a strange silver-haired man at some point, Gojo, who had taken not only an interest in you but also your plot against your ex-boyfriend. He cackled to himself when you told him why you were here, going on and on about how priceless Megumi’s face would be when he saw you.

Your appearance was highly anticipated, so why not debut at one of the biggest jujutsu events all year? The Kyoto Sister School Goodwill Event — Gojo thought it was the most perfect idea.

You tried hard to exude confidence as you walked at Nobara and Maki’s sides, but behind your arrogant facade your stomach was twisting itself into knots. Truthfully, you were scared to see Megumi again after so long.

And when your eyes met with his as you walked into the meeting room, you thought you just might pass out. You thought you were ready for this — but the look of complete shock, fear, and anger on his face as he looked you up and down almost made you regret all of it.

“What’s going on?” Megumi’s words were incredibly calculated, an edge on his voice.

His question was pointless, however, because judging by the fact that you were wearing a jujutsu tech uniform and had two swords sheathed at your sides could only mean one thing. Your hair was longer now too, and your frame was wider with an extra layer of muscle from all the training — you almost looked like a different person.

“I’ve been training with Maki, I-,” You spoke up to explain yourself, but you weren’t even granted the opportunity.

“No, no, Maki, what the hell did you do?” His eyes were shaky and laced with concern.

“I only did what she asked me to. I’m not the one who gave her a complex about being weak, you did that,” Maki shrugged, “and she’s not your girlfriend anymore dude, what do you care?”

Absolute confliction flashed through his eyes, uncertainty and madness swirling in his irises, “You’re right, I don’t care. Let me know when the event is starting”.

He took a sharp turn out of the room and let the door slam a little too hard behind him. The sound of his icey voice and the door shutting with unkind force was all too reminiscent of the night you broke up. Burying every emotion you had deep into your stomach you gave Maki a small, reassuring smile and plopped down on one of the couches.

“Alright, so when does this thing start?”

after the start of the event

Fighting the Kyoto students was proving to be much harder than you initially expected, but you were holding your own at Maki’s side. The two of you had easily taken down a small, kind, blue haired girl named Miwa, and now you were watching an emotional battle between Maki and her sister unfold.

Wait here, she’d told you, I want to do this one myself. Take some notes on my form and watch our backs, okay?

Okay, you’d said, a little confused but ultimately finding a nice spot up in a thick tree to carefully observe from. Maki was truly a force of nature, and it seemed like the other girl never actually had a chance of winning. It was honestly only a few minutes before the small black, haired girl was slumped against a tree and Maki was making her way back to you. Things were looking good, two of Kyoto’s student’s were down already and adrenaline was pumping through your veins.

You couldn't quite shake the awful feeling churning in your stomach though, and Megumi’s face was haunting your thoughts. You hadn’t seen him since before the event started, when an odd, pink haired boy jumped out of a box and freaked everyone out. Nobara had later explained who he was and what had happened, and you wondered how many awful surprises Gojo had planned today -- first you, then that.

A small rumble rippled under your feet, and Maki grabbed your arm as you watched a giant brown vine lurch it’s way out of the ground a few hundred yards in the distance.

“That technique doesn’t belong to anyone from Kyoto,” She shot you a look of concern and determination, “let’s go check it out”.

You gave her a firm nod, the two of you making your way towards the horrifying wooden vines. By the time you managed to arrive, Inumaki was already down and so was a dark-haired boy from Kyoto. A muscular, white curse with black markings and wooden branches for eyes was moments away from taking Megumi on all by himself — thank god you got here in time to help.

Megumi, however, was horrified when he saw you jump over the tall roofed building with Maki at your side. He’d just watched two incredible sorcerers get their shit rocked by this curse, there was no way you would stand a chance against this thing. But before he could even try to stop you, you and the green-haired sorcerer were flying through the air and taking shots at the curse. The two of you worked perfectly in sync, the months of daily training finally paying off.

He watched with intent glazed over his eyes, his heart threatening to lurch up his throat. You were a spectacle, and he always thought you were beautiful but seeing you now with dirt and blood stained clothes, cursed weapons gripped firmly in your hands, you truly were ethereal. He hated it though, he hated that he was falling in love with you all over again, especially under these circumstances. Guilt and anxiety was eating away at him — why did you have to get involved? Why couldn’t you have just stayed away like he told you to?

He was quick to join the two of you, sticking close to your side to protect you if need be — but, even with all three of you together the curse still had the upper hand. Maki had been swatted to the side, her back slamming hard against one of the tiled roofs and knocking her unconscious. It was down to just the two of you now, beads of sweat causing your hair to uncomfortably stick to the back of your neck. This was something that Maki’s training could have never prepared you for.

Megumi was getting tired, taking one wrong step and losing his footing momentarily. The curse saw this as a perfect window of opportunity, sending a spiral of vines and branches hurling for Megumi. It was fast, but the adrenaline coursing through you helped you to move faster, launching yourself through the air and intercepting the attack. The barky, wooden vines twisted violently through your stomach, shooting clean through your back and ripping a violent scream from your throat.

It hurt so bad, feeling the plant wriggle through your organs and tear you apart from the inside out. The curse retracted his vine a few moments later, leaving your mangled body to fall helplessly to the roof. Tears rippled from your eyes, your body shaking and seizing as you coughed up a few sprays of blood.

A long, strong pair of arms scooped you up instantaneously, and your head was resting against a firm chest — probably Megumi, but you didn’t quite have the energy to open your eyes to check.

“We’ll take it from here, get her to Ieiri!” You heard a pair of deep voices yelling to Megumi, but it was too foggy and far away for you to understand what they were saying.

Megumi was seething with anger, moving as fast as his feet could carry him and he ran through the school. As you waved in and out of consciousness, you batted open your eyes, stealing quick glances at his twisted features and — were those tears on his face?

“I- I’m sorry Megumi… I think I finally understand what you were so afraid of all this time,” Your voice was barely a croak, “when I saw it coming, I couldn’t stomach the thought of having to watch you die. I suddenly just thought I would do anything to keep you safe”.

Yeah, those were definitely tears, you could see them a little clearer now. His eyes were red and his cheeks were dried with salty streaks.

“You’re so thick-headed,” he mumbled, his grip around you tightening slightly as he picked up his pace, “I wish you would have made that realization before there was a giant hole in your stomach”.

“Me too,” You hummed, but you weren’t really in any pain anymore. The pain had subdued to a sweet warm sensation inside your stomach, and an intoxicating sleepiness was washing over your head, “I was angry for a long time, but I’m not mad at you anymore, Gumi. I hope you can forgive me too”.

You offered him a tiny smile, but the blood leaking from between you keeps made it anything but sweet.

“There’s nothing to forgive you for, you never did anything wrong,” He spoke quickly, his voice quiet and cracking.

“No, but we’re not gonna make it to Ieiri, I know that and so do you,” You fell into a violent fit of coughs again, sputtering red splatters all over the front of his uniform.

“Shut up”.

“It’s not your fault, none of it was ever your fault,” you choked out once the fit of coughs subsided — and you weren’t just talking about yourself, you were talking about all of the unfortunate tragedies he’d witnessed throughout this life.

“And you’re allowed to be selfish sometimes, you know? I hope that when you meet someone, your soulmate even, you can allow yourself to love them with every part of you”.

The words painfully left your lips, but you meant every single one of them. You were starting to realize that you and Megumi were never meant to make it to the end. You weren’t his soulmate, you were here to help him grow, so that when he did finally meet them he’d be ready.

“You deserve to be loved, Megumi,” You looked up at him with big eyes, but his face was starting to get really fuzzy now.

Your fingers were going numb and your mouth felt like it was filled with sand. You were so tired, letting your eyes flutter shut and your head rest softly against Megumi’s chest. You felt him stop running, you could even hear him screaming at you — but it was too far away for you to hear. You drifted closer and closer to eternal sleep, your soul swollen with love for the boy who broke your heart.

Megumi didn’t even feel sad when you stopped breathing in his arms — he just felt hollow. More empty and broken than he’d ever thought possible. You were the most incredible person he’d ever met — someone with extreme motivation, who acted with no fear or hesitation, who always had love to give, even when he didn’t deserve it. He’d never forget you, not for as long as he’d live anyway.

Even when he did meet a new girl a few years later — a compassionate, brave girl, who reminded him a lot of you — he wouldn’t forget. He wouldn’t forget your words and for the first time in his life he’d let his walls down for her. He’d allow himself to truly love, and be loved in return.

And maybe you were right, maybe he did deserve to be loved like this, because god, he finally feels whole again when she’s around. He just wishes you were still here so he could say thank you.

[leviiattacks]

Poolside Mischief | Levi Ackerman

author note :: i’ve lost the ask for this but anon who asked for lifeguard levi here you go :-) i’m sorry if it’s not to your liking i haven’t even read this back...

anyway apart from that i’m finished up with exams i’m honestly so drained still but this was sitting around so i may as well post it. idk if the end is rushed or if it’s just my migraine making me think that but yes yes enough of me rambling. enjoy it!!

++ this is funny to write bc i hate swimming

word count :: 2.9k, have fun

normally levi finds any excuse imaginable to approach you. whether it be warning you to be careful in the water or to ask how far out you plan to venture

sometimes he scratches the back of his neck and mumbles that you should be careful when in the deep end, you assume it’s just him being cautious and making his job easy

BUT EITHER WAY!! you really do find him cute, his trunks are always amusing. you’ve never really met anyone who makes teal and pink striped trunks look good but he manages to do it??

he also manages to be gentle with any children who approach him. “MR LEVI!!! how long did it take you to get really good at swimming?” they always giddily ask

he helps them safely strap into their floaties whilst he explains. “kids, just move your arms hard it works.” he says that before warning all of the children to yell out loud if they ever urgently need him.

one sunday you decide enough is enough. you have to stop ogling levi from the other side of the pool. you’ve got to stop relying on him to initiate all of your interactions.

here is a list of reasons you’ve compiled to explain why you feel this way:

once levi opened a door for you and in place of thank you your mouth opened and some how you said please???? you’re still haunted by the memory, he’s honestly probably forgot about it but you most certainly have not

another time you accidentally walked into the wrong changing room and nearly caught him butt naked in the showers - you recall profusely apologizing and levi dismissing you like it wasn’t a big deal

that’s why you've decided to take matters into your own hands

instead of running into him accidentally in some of the world’s most questionable situations

you will be curating your own situations with him!!!

today he’s in a pair of neon yellow trunks, flamingos are spotted in random places and you just stop to think

why, why, why, why do you have a massive crush on a man who has the worst fashion sense imaginable???

one of these days he’s going to step out in kirby swimming trunks and even if he does you’ll still excuse it and say he looks good

because shit, he actually look good??

water always sticks to his white tees, the indents of the muscle underneath are visible from practically every angle imaginable

levi ackerman is a menace.

“oh, you’re here again? isn’t this like the fifth time this week?” lifting your goggles away from your face you know your question sounds innocent enough but it really isn’t. you have no shame initiating unnecessary conversation with levi, the entire point is for him to get the hint

his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek - “yeah, was asked to work again. hange got sick.” you nod taking in what he’s said before pointing in the direction of the changing rooms

“well!! i got to go and-” you glance at your damp swimsuit and on reflex levi does the same, you swear you hear his breathe hitch a little but by the time you’re able to get a better look at him through his curtains he seems unfazed.

“...got to go and change.” you finish your sentence now full of nerves, you hadn’t meant to have make him accidentally look down there.

much to your relief levi doesn’t seem to care instead he walks back over to his lifeguard chair and comes back with a towel

it’s quite cute actually, it’s got strawberries all over it and before you’re even able to inquire about why on earth he has a spare laying around (members are expected to bring their own towels) he holds a hand up defensively

“the kids are about to get their level one training certificates so i bought some cute towels for them… i just had a spare so you know.”

your mouth opens wide because?? levi’s always been amazing with the children at the pool but never would you ever be able to imagine him crouching down in the towel aisle trying to find a towel for each child

peering over his shoulder you see a few more, it seems like he specially picked them out to fit each kid

“you might need it, the other one you have is soaked.” he continues to explain himself.

he’s right your floral lilac and baby pink towel is drenched, you could say you were going through a pretty serious training set today.

he sighs and opens your palm – “you’re taking too long. just take it.”

gripping the soft fabric in your hand butterflies erupt in your stomach threatening to spill out of your mouth

“thanks!” you blurt out a little too quickly for your own liking.

you don’t even bother to ask where he’s got the towel from exactly. if it were any other day you would but right now you’re just too flustered to bother asking.

“no problem.”

on your way back to the changing rooms you think long and hard. something about levi is familiar, maybe it’s just the vibe he gives off but you always swear you’ve seen him somewhere before

it takes another three weeks for you to understand where you’ve seen him

you’re sat by the pool side drying off, levi and falco, one of the swimmers from the junior team are conversing 

“mr levi is it true?” levi’s eyebrows crease together, he seems to not understand what exactly falco’s asking him

nevertheless falco continues. “is it true you were an international swimmer?”

at that moment it becomes eerily quiet, looking over at levi it dawns on you that he’s always seemed a little too familiar for your liking

levi’s got his bottom lip caught between his teeth and huffs out of frustration

levi sighs. “injured and retired what about it?”

your eyes glow fondly, something about the confession makes you feel closer to him. he doesn’t bother to hesitate admitting to it even though he knew you were sitting right there within hearing distance

“oh… wow.” falco’s taken aback definitely not expecting the rumour to be true

“only me and gabi know, i swear we won’t tell anyone!!” levi raises his brows surprised the children would be willing to keep a huge secret like that for him

he hums in agreement and tells falco to get a move on and get back to class – “you better walk back this time, you know the rules. no running by the pool.”

you want to ask levi more about it, more about his life from before, what was his favourite stroke? who was his coach? when did he start swimming? but rather than be invasive and intrude you choose to be respectful

“i promise i won’t tell anyone either.” you give him a warm smile and to your surprise he returns it

“i already trust that you won’t.”

it’s a saturday evening and levi’s knackered, the kids have done anything but go easy during class. sauntering back to his lifeguard chair he rolls his shoulder blade trying to deal with the inflammation.

somehow he manages to relieve the pain and now he sits atop his chair surveying the area as he usually does.

his eyes fleet over you before he glances back again, the sound of your very fake laughter has caught his attention

jean’s a regular at the pool too and something inside of levi can’t deal with the way his eyes rake up and down your form

sure, levi’s gaze has lingered on many occasions but he always looks away as soon as he notices what he’s done, it’s not as if he purposefully goes out of his way to make you uncomfortable

but god is jean obnoxious, not only does he blatantly flirt with you when you seem to be gritting your teeth through the entire ordeal he abruptly places his hands on the sides of your waist before boldly saying “just gotta squeeze past sorry sweetheart.”

levi sees your eyes widen in real time, the look of shock is evident and you blink a few times trying to comprehend just how brazen his actions are

levi knows jean isn’t sorry, of course that asshole isn’t sorry. if he had any common sense left in him he’d have asked you to step aside and let him through.

levi doesn’t even know how it happens but in a matter of seconds he’s stood before the both of you and dragging jean out by his upper arm.

“hey??? budyy?? you ok????” jean’s trying to escape his grasp but levi only digs his fingers deeper into the flesh of his arm

“you were harassing someone, it’s against the rules.”

jean’s flailing his hands around begging for you to save him but you don’t feel like aiding him not when he truly was disturbing you, it would be more comfortable to swim without him around too.

“you low grade lifeguard do you even know who i am??” jean’s question knocks the wind out of you, he’s asking to get slammed against the nearest wall if he continues to provoke levi any more.

it’s not surprising to you that levi’s vice like hold only tightens, he may as well be constricting jean’s blood flow at this point and that worries you not because of jean but because you’d like for levi to keep his job

“kid, who’s your coach?” levi asks and finally lets go of his arm when you tell him to. jean smirks leaning in an off putting amount

“erwin smith. three time olympic gold medalist.”

and just like this is some crazy movie jean’s pointing over levi’s shoulder at none other than the aforementioned blond - erwin fucking smith is stood there in his shining six foot two glory, you and levi are more than fucked god, you might as well die???

tugging at levi’s t-shirt he only ignores your pleas “levi, come on let it go.”

but

the universe has different plans???

“LEVI???” erwin hurdles over to the both of you and lifts the dark haired man off the floor engulfing him into a hug

“long time no see?? woah, you were serious about becoming a lifeguard? good for you man. i’m happy you’re happy.” he gives levi a hearty pat on the back and places him back down

oh how the tables have turned now. levi gives jean one look and he makes a dash for the exit like his entire life depends on it

the next second he turns to you with his lips pressed into a serious line - “tell me if anyone bothers you again, alright?”

first aid week is never interesting. the swim center requires for the more experienced swimmers as well as the lifeguards and swimming instructors to be first aid trained.

TO BE HONEST, it’s purely for safety measurements and it’s not actually training, more like seeing what you remember from the actual training session

it’s also the owner’s shitty excuse for team bonding 

BUT today it looks like you’re in it to win it!!!

the entire session you haven’t stopped gawking at levi’s side profile simply trying to work out the probability of this happening, every other year you’ve been paired with the same swimmer but it just so happens this year you’ve found yourself placed right next to levi??

it’s not like you’re complaining, seeing levi’s firm arms deliver chest compressions sure does seem like a good way to use up your sunday afternoon

so far you’ve gone over the basics of first aid, dealing with sprains, burns, calling the paramedics

but the highlight’s coming soon

CPR!!

“just so you know i’m fully trained in mouth to mouth.” levi’s odd confession makes your cheeks burn, you look away diverting your attention to anything but him. there’s no way in hell you’re letting him see the effect he has on you

“that’s an unusual way to brag about being a good kisser is it not?” your teasing doesn’t go unnoticed and levi you notice his chest compressions have become more hasty

“i didn’t mean it like that.” his voice is icey compared to yours and it feels like a bucket of cold water has been dumped over your head

this. is. very. awkward. 

“sorry. that was inappropriate.” fiddling with your fingers you don’t expect for levi to hold a hand up against your forehead

“have you been swimming for too long? the water’s probably got into your head.”

????

what is he even saying???

“you sounded upset with what i said so i said sorry?” 

levi gives you an “are you serious???” look and rolls his eyes 

“that’s just how i normally sound.”

“so you’re not mad?” 

“why would i be mad about you flirting with me?” his silver eyes bore into yours.

stumbling over your words you deny what he’s just implied despite knowing of it’s validity - “i was not- listen right- ok i was not flirting??? i was just saying it. just like how you happened to say you’re trained in mouth to mouth.” you think using levi’s words against him will strengthen your argument but all you receive in return is a throaty chuckle.

“why are you laughi- hey what’s so fucking funny?? you weren’t flirting with me so why would i flirt back??” slapping his shoulder to get him to stop he turns serious once more

“so you’d flirt back if i really was flirting?” you should deny the claim but looking back at it you’ve been trying to get levi’s attention for how long now??? why chicken out when he’s asking you all the questions you’ve been waiting for???

the worst that’ll happen is him laughing at you

and then you’ll have to switch swim centers out of pure embarrassment

and THEN you’ll have to give everyone a valid reason for the transfer

...

oh fuck it

“maybe i would, i don’t really know.”

you gulp already regretting what you’ve said and begin to distract yourself with the green first aid box by your side

your regret is well-founded 

levi doesn’t say another word for the entire day, all he does is give you a sour look and turn away

you haven’t come back to the center for days now, all you want to do is slam your head against a concrete wall repeatedly every single time you think about your last interaction with levi

it’s that or curl up into a ball and never interact with another human being

he probably thinks you’re odd

maybe he thinks you’re a stalker

MAYBE, he hated you already and only hates you more after hearing what you had to say

you fell for the bait and look where that got you

but there’s only so long you can hide especially when falco and gabi drop by your family’s bakery every day and beg you to come back

“you’re always SO COOL?? please come back why are you taking a break :-(”

KEEP IN MIND!!!

this is day five of your break, not even an entire week

eventually you push your fears aside and decide to ignore the fear that nibbles away at you. if you see levi you’ll ignore him and act like it never happened

problem solved!!!!

that’s your solution until the moment you step in you’re dragged out into one of the back hallways by the changing rooms. levi doesn’t even give you the time to breathe he places an arm by the side of your head deadpan expression drilling right into you

“levi, i know i might make you very uncomfortable but-”

“you don’t make me uncomfortable.” he cuts you off with record breaking speed. 

for a solid minute he stares at you and you stare right back not knowing what else you really can do in this situation

“does it hurt you to give direct answers, what does maybe even mean???? yes you’re interested, no you’re not interested.” levi brushes his wet hair back as he explains his doubts to you and only then do you notice what the issue has been all this time

oh.

it’s the accidental mixed signals.

“levi, i really like you.”

that’s obviously not the reaction he expects at all, he’s stood there stunned absoloutelt dumbfounded that you have it in you to admit it

hesitantly you place your hands onto his shoulders finding this all incredibly unbelievable 

“you fool. it means i want you to perform mouth to mouth on me even when i don’t need it.”

that’s all it takes levi to swoop in and softly press his lips against yours.

that day you learn that levi is in fact worse than you when it comes to admitting his feelings. even after the both of you take part in a heated makeout session he asks “so you do like me back right?”

and just for shits and giggles you reply with “maybe if you dive off the ten metre diving board i’ll think about it!”

but levi is levi, he dives off the board just to impress you anyway :-)

[xxxavo]

Sin getting upset bc he see’s Kouen flirting with his s/o (I mean they both already don’t like each other).So sins getting all alpha dog and is trying to get him to bck off

Requested by: anonymous

Warnings: A hint of verbal NSFW towards the end? (better known as...LIMEy) Not swear words but a few rude words? Idk

Suddenly getting back into Magi so might be a few imagines being thrown around here and there, depends on how long this lasts!! Feeling a NSFW scenario manifesting itself into my drafts after writing this, I won't lie, but no actual NSFW content today my little imuchakk's! Hope you enjoy!

Sinbad had always liked banquets, weather they be ones held in the kingdom of Sindria, or at his biggest rivals, the Kou empire. There was something exciting about the prospect of consuming alcohol in foreign lands after an important political meeting that made Sinbad feel on top of the world. It was rare for things in Sinbad’s life not to go his way, or to not end up leading towards something better then what he had lost. For this reason, King Sinbad was to an extent, a go-with-the-flow kind of man. Especially with loyal followers such as his generals and his beloved wife!

His beloved was of course very loyal, incredibly so...but, there were people who did not care for that loyalty of hers. This included a certain Kou empire red head who went by the name of Kouen.

“No need to look so sour, Sin.” Ja’far commented beside him, though he was enjoying the fact his King was abandoning his poor drinking habits to instead stay sober and focused, even if he was focusing on his wife and Kouen Ren flirting. “You told her to be pleasant and friendly towards Kouen to gain his favour. I don’t understand why you’re so jealous.” That was enough to make Sinbads eyes flicker from the generous laughter of his wife to the smug face of his right hand man.

“Me!? Jealous!?”

“Hmm.” Masrur agreed from the other side of Sinbad. The King’s neck practically snapped to the fanalis.

“Why would I, of all people, be jealous?”

“Because you’re wife is a smart, sophisticated lady who could do a lot better than a man who drinks sake and shamelessly prances around woman as if he was a young teen in his glory years.” Golden eyes met red ones in a baffled expression of offense.

“That’s a low blow, Ja’far.”

“Hmm.” Again, Masrur voiced his opinion rather humbly. Unlike the other two, Masrur had not taken his eyes away from the Queen, curious to see how her little game would play out; He loved how cunning she was.

The Queen, unlike Sinbad, was sensible. When he was busy hiding from Ja’far she was busy doing the work for him and cleaning up all his messes. Masrur liked how through thick and thin she stayed by Sinbad’s side whilst being the role model his country needed. She may as well have been a general. However, that didn’t mean she didn’t find herself sick of him sometimes.

Unfortunately old habits died hard. Sinbad was an infamous lady killer, flirting and charming any woman he deemed beautiful. No longer did he take it any further but Masrur could always see it in the Queen’s eyes whenever she got upset or jealous with his ministrations. As much as she tried to hide it, Masrur was a man who saw much, yet said very little.

The fanalis saw the way the cogs in her head turned the moment Sinbad had told her to “Gain Kouen’s favour in any way you can! I’m sure he’ll be much more linient with me if he enjoys the company of my other half” and the way she made sure her corset was on tighter and her breasts were pushed up higher only confirmed his supicions. Sinbad was about to get a very bitter taste of his own flirtatious medicine.

The Queen was, despite being middle aged, very beautiful. If she wasn’t married to King Sinbad, Masrur was certain many men would be throwing themselves at her feet. Kouen would possibly be one of those.

The next thing Masrur knew a grumpy Sinbad was pulling on his cheek, his gaze in the same direction as his. “What is it Masrur? What are they saying!? Surely you will stick by your King! Unlike this traitor—“

“Tsk.”

“Please Masrur. My wife could be in danger.” Sinbad dramatized. Masrur practically had to stop himself from commenting on how pathetic the King looked. “I need those fanalis ears of yours...”

“Fine.”

“Did you know, you’re my favourite?”

“I swear to Solomon Sinbad if you—“

Drowning out the advisor and the King, Masrur honed his attention on the Queen and Kouen who sat sharing a bottle of red wine.

“Oh no. No more for me please.” Just as Kouen was about to tip some more of the red liquor in her glass, the Queen politely bowed her head, fluttering her lashes. “My tolerance for alcohol isn’t the greatest thing in the world.”

“Oh?.” Kouen hummed, nodding in response before filling up his own. “I expected you to perhaps be a little more like you’re husband.”

“An old drunkard?”

“That’s not what I said.”

“But is it not what you meant?”

“I—“ Kouen seemed at a loss for words for a second, perhaps embarrassed, but saved himself rather quickly without a hint of emotion on his face. “What I meant was, a lover of a banquet. Sinbad has attended many, I assumed you would have been more on par with him when it came to drinking and party games.”

The Queen watched Kouen take a sip of his wine, her lips pulling up into a soft smirk. “Something tells me Kouen if I was anything like my husband you wouldn’t want to be sat here with me.” Kouen was slow to place down his drink, his sharp eyes meeting Sinbad’s wife’s.

“Would you rather me sit elsewhere?”

“That’s not what I said.”

“But is it not what you meant?” Now, it was his turn to smirk.

“I—“ With a soft laugh, the regal woman before Kouen grew flustered, picking up her glass and swirling the remaining wine contents around to allow her to look elsewhere. “You really are as they say Kouen. Quite an interesting man. I enjoy getting to know you.” Lifting up her head, the Queen rose an eyebrow, a smile now residing on her face. “Every word I say sinks in doesn’t it?”

“Your highness. If any man does not listen to you, does he really deserve to be in your presence? If my sisters were simply cast aside, I wouldn’t be so forgiving to the suitor who was to do that.” It was a lie, the Queen had heard of Kouen and his family sending off the young princess to he married to a King who wanted nothing more then a pretty face. Was there more to the story? Most likely. But was that the gist of it? Yes. However, to indulge both Kouen and continue to gain the nervous attention of her husband shuffling in his seat, the Queen sighed out gently.

“You’re close to your family...?” It was hard to hear the rest, Sinbad practically chewing off his own hand right beside Masrurs ear.

“What are they saying!?” Simply, Masrur shrugged. “Something about family.” It was no fun telling Sinbad everything. Groaning, Sinbad flopped back into his seat, picking up his wine with a pout.

“It doesn’t taste the same knowing at the end of the night she’s not going to be dragging me back to our room...”

“Who? Her highness?” The three men all turned abruptly to face Kogyoku, who smiled sheepishly. “I’m awfully sorry...” she stuttered out. “I didn’t mean to pry, I just came to say hello and over heard you talking."

Knowing that any ill intentions towards Kougyoku’s older brother would harm his reputation with the Kou empire, Sinbad put on his best charming smile, acting as though he wasn’t emotionally conflicted on the inside. “Ah Princess. What a pleasure to be seeing you again. Are you enjoying the banquet?” With a smile, the pinkette nodded her head.

“I am very much your highness. I hope you’re also enjoying yourself.” With that, her eyes flickered upwards to the Queen of Sindrian and the most influential man in the whole of the Kou empire. “It seems her highness is enjoying herself to. I’ve never seen Kouen so invested in somebody. It’s a real testimony to your wife.” Kougyoku was of course NOT JEALOUS. Not once had she imagined herself sat on Sinbad's lap as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear! Nether the less, she continued her façade, knowing that after all it was her duty.

”They’re so deep in conversation, I wonder what they’re talking about.” Her words aren’t helping the purple male.

“As do I...”

“Kouen seems so relaxed around her highness. They really do get along don’t they?” Was she trying to give him a heart attack?

With a delightful laugh Sinbad nodded before finally rising to his feet. "They do indeed. In fact I feel a little bit left out. Perhaps I should pau the two a visit. Excuse me Princess, I do hope of seeing you again soon." Lifting her hand to his lips, Sinbad placed a soft kiss to the back of her hand before walking towards his wife and that thing trying to take her away. The King of Sindria looked at peace with all around him as he strode over, all intentions of causing havoc and disrupting the calm atmosphere completely gone for his being. At least it looked that way. If it didn't, he wouldn't have been a good King.

The two at the table saw him coming before he arrived and where as Kouen greeted him with a cut nod, seemingly displeased he was interrupting his time with his wife, who simply sent him a passive smile.

"Ah Your highness." Not Sin, not Sinbad, not my King, not my love. Just your highness. "Me and Kouen here--" Yet they were on first name basis? "Were just discussing-- Hmmph!"

As done many times before by the womanizer, Sinbad encased the back of his wife's head, bringing her face towards his own and then slamming their lips together in a rather mighty display right in front of the red princes eyes. He made sure it lasted. And his Queen? Who was she to deny Sinbads advances? As usual she practically melted into his affectionate assault, fragile hands moving to clasp at Sinbad's robes in an attempt to lull him closer...but two could play at that game. Pulling back from his beloved, Sinbad made sure to smirk, staring into her eyes for a brief moment. It was his way of saying "I'll get you back for this".

The sexual tension was undeniable and Sinbad had hoped Kouen could sense her thighs rubbing together like he could, because that was the closest Kouen would get.

"Hm? Talking about what? I didn't quite catch that my Queen."

Meanwhile, back at Sinbad's table, Ja'far sighed in aggravation as he watched the scene Sinbad caused in absolute horror. "Honestly, this man really does test my patience! Can he not just let his wife butter up Kouen! If anything it benefits us!"

"Hmm."

"Just for one second, can he think about anything else other then his-"

"Dick?"

"I was going to say pride but that works too."

[imaginesntingz]

Haikyuu Headcannons: When they’re obsessed with your 🍑 (Oikawa Tooru, Ukai Keishin, Kozume Kenma)

Warnings: Swearing, not super explicit/nsfw, but suggestive content so I’ll put it below the cut just in case

A/N: What’s good everyone? Here’s something that I’ve stayed up way too late working on. It’s 5 in the morning and I’ve forgotten my own name. Let me know if y’all want a continuation with other characters. They all ended up being setters in this one so I just went with it I guess. All characters are aged up and 18+. I hope you enjoy! Please don’t copy any of my writings. My content is originally written and I put a lot of time and effort into each piece. Ask me before reposting.

Oikawa Tooru:

Of course he’s respectful when you’re in public, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t noticed the way that new skirt he bought you last week accentuates your ass in justtt the right way.

You’ve caught him staring a few times and he always plays innocent like the sly little shit that he is.

You called him out once, but you know your mans is dramatic

“You wound me, (y/n) chan! What kind of a man do you take me for? I’m a gentleman! Honestly it’s not all that impressive anyways”

“Sounds like someone’s projecting”

“(Y/N), YOU TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW!”

“You blatantly asked for the smoke, so I kindly obliged~”

“I was just kidding, baby! Why’d you have to come for me like that? 😭😭😭😭”

You had one brattykawa on your hands after that one. Dats tough

Anywhooo

Once you two are alone OOF. This. Bitch. Is. SHAMELESS.

He can’t keep his hands off of you. Doesn’t matter the size or shape

Your ass = Tooru magnet

He could pick you out in a crowd of people based on that booty alone

You’ll be cuddling on the couch, you're on top with your head on his chest just watching a movie and enjoying each other’s presence. Then BAM he’s got both cheeks in each hand, squeezing and kneading firmly

“Neee, (y/n) chan~ You’re so soft, baby girl~ How is that even allowed? Damn you’re so gorgeous, princess”

You: Head Empty

You're bent over the kitchen island scrolling through your phone? This mans is playing patty cake on your buns. Those setter hands are dangerously powerful. Of course he knows how to restrain himself as to not hurt you but whew some of those spanks leave you deliciously breathless and your little gasps are like music to his ears… which usually leads to other tingzzzzz and Tooru teasing you for walking funny the next day

Could his ego get any bigger? I don’t know if we’d survive it

Wearing his favorite pair of leggings or those cute pajama shorts? It’s on sight. You’re trapped beneath this painfully beautiful brat of a man and you wouldn’t have it any other way

And lawwdd if you know how to twerk. He might just faint on the spot

RIP Oikawa it was for a good cause

Ukai Keishin:

Oh boy

Keishin gives me serious ass man vibes. Idk what it is

He worships you in every way possible, but that ass holds a special place in this cranky man’s heart

After a long day of working with crops, managing the store and volleyball practice, this man is tired and grumpy. Hinata somehow managed to almost meet his eternal rest when he was nearly hit by a TRUCK and a CAR and a BIKE and a STATIONARY POLE trying to outdo Kageyama while racing in the neighborhood. He swears those kids have taken at least ten years off his life span.

This man is v stressed

So when he comes home to find you reading in bed on your stomach in nothing but his t-shirt and those sexy panties that show off that beautiful bum… Honestly he could’ve cried he was so geeked.

He teared up a bit ngl (He’d never admit it tho)

This guy swan dived into bed, wrapping his arms around your waist, nuzzling his face into your glorious cakes

“Bad day, hon?”

“Mmmphh”

He took a fat nap right then and there

He was so bitchy and whiny when you woke him up to change sleeping positions (as long as you let him slip a hand on a cheek when you got comfortable, he’s a happy camper)

He just loves feeling the warmth and weight of it in his hands, it’s comforting to him and feels super grounding idk

But boy oh boy does this man love to give it a good smack or two or ten

Watch out bb 😈

He’ll spank you anywhere anytime, but he’s real sneaky about it in public….until he’s not LOL. It just depends on the environment and who is around

Like Oikawa, the strength in those setter hands will have you shOOk to the core especially a seasoned one like Kei

One time you were doing your morning stretches, slipping into downward dog and HO. NEY. Keishin was already pulling you flush against his pelvis and smacking that 🍑 like a djembe drum until tears pricked your eyes. Your whole body was vibrating with desire it was WILD

“Ohhhh, sweetheart. You are a work of fucking art, you know that? You’re not going anywhere today. That’s a promise.”

And that’s how you ended up with twins. Not sorry.

10/10 would recommend

Kozume Kenma:

Listen Linda

It took a while for you to notice

But Kenma is truly OBSESSED with the booty

It took him a while to even admit it to himself tbh

He would look away immediately when he caught himself staring

And he may have appeared chill on the surface but blondie was internally screaming as you literally sat on top of him while he was gaming

He was so hesitant poor bb was overthinking it so hard. He just didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable or think he was weird etc etc

It was confirmed to you when you started waking up in the middle of the night to a fully unconscious Kenma giving your ass subtle squeezes in his sleep

You’ll literally have to sit this man down and be super direct about it

Once you give him the go ahead chillle it’s on and poppin

Only when y’all are alone of course cuz as we know, Kenma is v shy and a very private person

He’s not the pda type in general

Again, he loves it when you sit on top of him when he’s playing video games. Especially when you straddle him. His hand does this smooth slide down your back that sends shivers down your spine before settling over the swell of your butt. He’ll give the occasional rub and caresses your thigh softly. Another muse of his. Kenma LIVES for your thighs. Would happily be suffocated by them. Whoops. Squeeze them around his waist or grind into his lap and you’ll be on your back faster than you can say yes please

When you’re cuddling, he’ll just start jiggling that cake in his hands. He finds it fascinating, soothing and unbelievably hot all at once. The perfect combination in his opinion.

“ . . . Kenma?”

“Hm?”

“Watcha doin back there?”

*continues in concentrated silence*

“Babe??”

“. . . You’re like a sexy human stress ball . . So soft . . So cute . . So squishy . .”

“Ummmkay?”

My mans is hypnotized. He would do that shit for hours if you let him let’s be real. That thang is thangin

He would buy you ALL of the jeans, leggings, shorts, dresses, hoodies, crops, shirts, skirts. Everything and anything that fits your body type in all the right places, Kenma is on it and good lord is he invested. He absolutely spoils you. Blondie bae is surprisingly good at keeping your style in mind while also pushing you to try new things that end up making you look stunning. Big ups

The only time Kenma has spanked you was in retaliation. You wanted to see his reaction to being spanked. So once when he was distracted by his switch, you slowly walked up behind him and SMACK

Kenma nearly dropped the damn switch 😤 You’ve never seen this boi whip his whole body around and bend you over so fast

Two swift yet heavy blows to your backside had you rethinking your whole life. Everything about that moment lives in your head rent free

[petersnya]

SOMETIMES

PETER PARKER X FEM!READER

---NOT MY PHOTO/GIF---

PART ONE

Prompt/Summary: “...some people fall in love with the wrong people sometimes…” /// Peter Parker meets the love of his life. But is he the love of hers? Having a bad past always affects the future.

Warnings: ANGST, FLUFF, SMUT(light smut towards the end xxx tehe) ECT. 

Word count: 3026

[A/N]Wattupp! So I have been busy with volleyball lately but I finally have the time to write! I got this idea while I was in class and it seemed like it would be perfect lol. I love Marvel so much like I grew up reading the comics so I’m excited to write this ( I'm in love with Peter Parker/Tom Holland too ). I'm thinking this should be a series??? Idk. Let me know what you think! ENJOY AND SHARE WITH YOUR FRIENDS!! Explicit content ahead…(this was also inspired by a song I love called moral of the story. tehe I love Niall Horan bruh) 

-J.T.S xxx

“Sup Parker, ” a tall, curly-haired girl rushed through the front door of Peter Parker's apartment. “Aunt May here?” the girl questioned the brown-eyed boy who was frantically following the girl with his eyes from his seated position on the couch. 

“No, uh, she's not. She's at work actually- wait what are you doing here MJ?” Peter questioned the girl, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. He stood from the couch, approaching the kitchen counter that MJ was standing behind, putting whatever she had run into the house with in the kitchen drawer. 

“Uh, just… Hangin’ out, ” MJ explained, shrugging her shoulder as she hopped onto the counter facing Peter, swinging her legs with an innocent look on her face. 

“Yeah sure, I'm not gonna believe tha -” 

“MJ! The hell is wrong with you! Give them back you oversized giraffe!” a loud banging on the door caught MJ and Peter’s attention making them turn their heads towards it. MJ, not looking shocked at all, but Peter having a tariffed look on his face. 

“We’re the same height dumbass!” MJ shouted back to the girl on the other side of the door with a smirk on her face. Peter was confused by the situation. Turning his head back at MJ, who was silently snickering, he questioned, “Who the hell is that?”, the tan girl, who was now standing next to him, made her way to open the door. 

“MJ gets the fuck out here and give me my-” the mystery girl on the other side of the door was cut off by the door opening in her face. She stood there in shock, looking past MJ at the curly-haired boy standing next to her. Peter looked away from MJ then at the girl who was standing in the doorway. He couldn’t help but stare at her, taking in the beautiful sight in front of him. Peter was taken aback when suddenly, her lips curled into a wide smile. She pointed her finger at MJ, the at Peter, and back again. Peter had no idea what was going on until MJ’s smirk that she had faded off of her face.

“No. No, no, no, ” she said grabbing the girl's hand and pushing it down to her side. 

“And who is this MJ?” she said slyly. 

“This is…” MJ paused, glancing back at Peter then back to the girl at the door. “Penis Parker.” she then said with a slight chuckle. 

“Hey! Wha- no! That’s not my name! MJ I swear to-“ 

“Your mom named you penis?” She said, raising an eyebrow in confusion. MJ laughed walking out of the door and next to the girl. “And this is my cousin, Y/N.” 

“Sup man,” Y/N said to Peter with a big goofy grin on her face. 

“Alright we’ll be leaving now,” MJ said grabbing her cousin’s hand, dragging her away from the door. 

“Penis is kinda hot cuz. How have you not fu-“ 

“We’re leaving!” MJ shouted over Y/N, dragging her out of the way to where Peter couldn’t see them anymore, but just in Peter’s favor, he heard everything.

\\\

The next day, Peter was walking out of school with MJ and his best friend, Ned. 

“So MJ, I heard you have a cousin. Y/N…” Ned said, leaning forward, looking across Peter to see MJ who was walking on the other side of him. Peter hit Ned on the shoulder with his, silently telling him to stop talking about it. MJ chuckle. 

“Well uh, I gotta go. See you guys later! Good luck Pete.” Ned said with a wink as he walked towards the bus.

“Wait, Ned! We ride the bus- together… whatever.”

MJ and Peter walked down the stairs talking about all their classes, the teachers they hated, and other things. As they made their way to the sidewalk they heard someone yelling at them, causing both of them to turn their heads towards the loud voice. 

“Ah. I forgot, Y/N’s picking me up today.” 

“Y/N? Oh…” Peter said, trying to hide the blush on his face. Every time he thought about her, he couldn’t help but re-play the words she said yesterday: ...he’s kinda hot… Peters has never had that sort of attention given to him by a girl especially one that looked like Y/N. To him, she was an angel. But Peter, being the typical person he was, wouldn’t even think about approaching her- being afraid of rejection. 

“How old is she?” Peter asked curiously, the thought lingering in his mind. 

“Our age. She’s home-schooled.” the tall her said, stuffing her hands in the side pockets of her jacket. Peter looked at her curiously, if she’s home-schooled then why is she with MJ all the time now? 

“Her uh, her dad just recently passed, due to health difficulties, so she and her mom moved down here to get a new start. While her mom is trying to get their new house and a stable job down in Queens she will be staying with me for about… a year I think. I, of course, let her stay with me. She’s my favorite cousin and I don’t want her to be alone during this ruff time.” she explained, practically reading Peter’s expression. He nodded in response, his eyes glued to his feet.

“MJ! MJ come on! Harry Potter re-run of the first two movies start in T-minus 10 minutes and I have to go pick up my new sweatshirt!” Y/N yelled from her car while honking the horn. The upper half of her body sticking out of the driver’s window while her forearms supported her on the roof of her car.

“Annnddd, she kinda a nerd, but she considers herself just ‘well educated’.” Peter chuckled as he looked at Y/N. Once they got to the car, MJ threw her backpack in the passenger window. Y/N slide back into her window, shoving the bag in the back. MJ then opened the car door and hopped in, clicking her seat belt. She waved bye to Peter.

“Bye Peter Parker.”

“Later MJ.”

“Oooh, so his name isn’t penis… I knew it! Peter, it’s cute. Sup Parker!” 

Peter started to blush but it was hard to see from his face already red from the heat of the sun. He smiled and waved to her, noticing how her Y/E/C eyes glistened in the sun.

“H-hey, Y/N.” He said toying with the strap of his bag, his curls in his face. 

“Heyyy! You should come watch the Harry Potter movies three and four with me and MJ Friday! You can even bring that one guy you guys are always talking to.” She said leaning on the steering wheel, looking at Peter through her long, mascara coated eyelashes.

“Sure I’d love to come… wait- do you have your driver's license?” the question lingered in Peter’s mind.

“Nope!” Y/N yelled as she sped away, the tires of the car screeching on the road. Peter could still hear their loud laughter of the two cousins as they drove away.

That night while Peter was patrolling as Spider-Man, he stopped and landed on the building next to MJ’s place. There was a window that was the only lit room. He thought it was MJ so he was going to go up and scare her, but once he got closer, he could see that it was Y/N. His heartbeat quickened as he watched her walk over to her bed, putting her hair in a ponytail. She was wearing an oversized black T-shirt. As she was putting her hair up, she stretched her arms causing her shirt to reveal her very small underwear. Peter could feel his suit beginning to get uncomfortable at the view in front of him.

Quickly, Peter swung away from the building making his way home before Y/N or anyone could see him.

He crawled back into his window making sure to stay quiet so that Aunt May wouldn’t hear. Once he had his suit off, he showed and got into bed. Peter couldn’t sleep that night. He couldn’t help but think about Y/N. She was tattooed in his brain and, of course, tattoos don’t go away. 

///

The days went by slow, well, they went slow to Peter. He was overly excited to go to MJ’s place and watch a movie with Y/N. That was the only person on his mind, her. But those slow days soon went by and it was Friday afternoon. Peter was so anxious he practically ran home to put his school stuff away and then ran to MJ’s. 

He approached the door to her place and knocked on the door with his fist. Peter whipped his sweaty palms on his flannel, waiting for the door to open. 

“What up Pete! MJ said you would be here around this time. Come on in man.” Y/N said as she flung open the door with a soft smile on her face. Peter couldn’t get enough of her energetic personality. He followed Y/N, closing the door behind him. The brown-eyed boy couldn’t help but admire her as she walked in front of him. Her outfit consists of high-waisted but loose jeans, a plain black tube top with a very large flannel that was left unbuttoned. 

“Uh, Michelle and your other friend… Ned! That’s his name, I can never remember,” she chuckled nervously, “they uh- went to the store to go get snacks and food so they should be back in a little while. I’m gonna go get some blankets and stuff from my room for the movies, there pretty long so I wanna be comfortable. Wanna help?” Y/N said as she started to walk towards her room, looking over her shoulder to see if Peter was following.

“Oh, yeah, sure I’ll help you,” he said, slowly trailing behind her. As they went into her room she started to grab blankets and pillows, tossing them by the door. Peter couldn’t help but admire her well-decorated room, it fits her personality so well, he thought to himself. He walked over to her tall nightstand and saw a pair of glasses sitting on them. For some reason, they intrigued him. 

“Do you mind?” he asked. “Nah, not at all,” Y/N replied not looking up from the pile of blankets in the corner, waving her hand in a ‘go ahead’ motion. Peter shrugged and turned his attention back to the glasses. They were small and black, they didn’t look like they would fit her face. He picked them up, examining them curiously. Y/N looked over at Peter, immediately dropping everything in her hands and rushing over to him. She snatched the glasses out of his hand and put them in her drawer. Peter was taken aback by this sudden action, raising his hands in a surrendering motion. 

“Don’t touch those,” Y/N said harshly. She looked at Peter’s face that was plastered with an apologetic look. “I- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude. My… my dad gave me those,” she explained. Peter mumbled an ‘it’s ok’ under his breath. 

She walked over to the edge of her bed, scooting over to give Peter room to sit down. He took the hint and went to sit next to her. Y/N sat there, her leg bouncing as she tried to take steady breathes to calm herself down, fiddling with the many rings on her fingers. 

“Hey, you ok Y/N?” Peter asked, placing a hand gently on her shoulder. She looked up at him with glossed-over eyes. She let out a shaky breath and nodded. Licking her lips, she began to explain. 

“Well uh, m-my dad, he uh… he passed away about two weeks ago. When I was younger we used to always read together and I would have trouble saying some of the words. My mom thought it was just cause I couldn’t read properly yet but my dad always said ‘my little girl is the smarts little girl I know… she’s just as blind as a bat, like her father,’ Y/N paused, sniffing while wiping the tear that rolled down her cheek before continuing, “He bought me those glasses after the eye doctor told me my vision was terrible. The day before he passed away, he took the glasses off that he had and handed them to me. I tried to stop him and tell him that I had some, but all he did was look at my mom and then back at me and said, ‘she’s just as blind as a bat, like her father.’” the last part came out in a whisper. 

Reaching over to her bedside table, Y/N grabbed a pair of circular glasses that looked like they were from the Harry Potter movie. “My dad loved Harry Potter, I never wear them though cause I-I’m just...scared. I don’t know why though. It’s just silly.” she said with a slight smile. “MJ took my contacts from me just a few days ago to get me to wear them and I still haven’t gotten them back.” so that’s why she came over that day, Peter wondered. 

Peter was about to say something but MJ and Ned came into the apartment, yelling that they were back with the snacks and food. 

“T-minus 10 minutes Y/N,” MJ yelled from the kitchen.

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a second,” Y/N shouted back to her, “you should go ahead.”

Peter got up to leave the room, but before he did he turned to say something,  “I think that your dad would want you to wear them, Y/N. Trust me,” he said with a soft smile that caused Y/N to smile back at him.

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“Dude, where’s Y/N? She’s never late for an H.P movie,” MJ questioned. Peter and Ned looked at each other shrugging before looking back at her. Only two minutes later, Y/N came walking out of her room, they all turned their heads to look. 

“Ok, I’m ready for the movie,” she said with a big goofy smile on her face. Peter and MJ looked at her in shock. Ned had no idea what was going on and just sat and ate popcorn. Y/N had on some shorts and a Slytherin sweatshirt, but that wasn’t the shocking part. She was wearing her dad’s glasses. 

“What? Do you guys not like my sweatshirt?” 

“I think it’s great,” Ned said giving her a thumbs up. 

“Thanks, Ned, glad to see someone appreciates it,” Y/N said sarcastically. MJ and Peter looked at each other. Peter was about to say something but MJ put a finger up signaling for him not to. Y/N sat between MJ and Peter on the couch, grabbing a bag of chips while adjusting the glasses on her face. She looked over at Peter mouthing the word ‘thank you’  causing Peter to blush but hid it quickly.

About thirty minutes into the movie, Y/N got comfortable and snuggled her head into MJ’s shoulder while MJ laid her head onto of Y/N’s. Y/N had her exposed long, smooth legs draped over Peter’s thighs. This sent Peters mind wondering: 

As she slowly straddled my lap, I placed my hands on her thighs, keeping her steady. My large hands squeezed at her exposed skin. I ran them to her ass, repeating the motion causing her to jerk, rubbing her core against jeans, making her moan quietly in my ear. Her arms hugged around my neck. She moved her head to where her lips were perfectly leveld with mine. She connected her lips with mine in a soft kiss, but I wanted more. I needed more. I ran my tongue over her bottom lips, squeezing her ass in my hand once again. Her lips were parted slightly, giving me access to slip my tongue into her mouth. She surprised me with her next move. She wrapped her lips around my tongue then released it with a slight smacking noise. This made me harder than I was before- if that was even possible. We sat there for a second, staring into each other’s eyes, noticing how they were filled with lust. Before I could even think my actions through, I removed my hand from her ass, grabbing her jaw and pulling her facing into mine, catching her lips and lustful but passionate kiss. My tongue almost immediately won the dominance against hers. I flipped us so that I was on top and started to trail kisses down her exposed stomach. Her thighs wrapped around my head as her back arched off of the bed. I put my hands on her lower back. I started to tease her soaked-

“I don’t see how you like Draco Malfoy?” Ned’s voice snapped Peter out of his daydream, turning his head over to Ned who was munching on a handful of popcorn.  

“What!” MJ and Y/N screamed. Ned and Peter both turned their heads to them, wondering why they seemed so upset. “What do you mean why do we like Draco Malfoy,” MJ said.

“What type of question is that?” Y/N said, finishing her sentence. This caused MJ and Y/N to go into a whole ordeal on why Draco is their favorite character. All Peter could do was watch the way her pink lips moved as she explained. 

This helped Peter calm down from his daydream and stoping his hard-on to be seen. Thank God…

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That night, Peter laid awake in his bed, thinking about how Y/N looked in his fantasy. He wished that it was really like so so badly. He couldn’t help to feel this attraction towards her, from the first time he saw her. It wasn’t just her good looks, even though to Peter she was stunning, it was her style, her personality, the way her eyes squinted and her cheekbones rose when she laughed. The way she would ramble about anything and everything. His last thought before he drifted into sleep rang in his brain,

Does she feel the same? 

[A/N] Hey bestie :))) hope you liked this chapter! Thank you for the support and make sure to send me ideas for imagines you guys want! IM GONNA TRY TO UPLOAD EVERY DAY OR EVERY OTHER DAY AT 5:30/6:30 PM. 

 DISCLAIMER!!! THE NEXT CHAPTER IS FULL OF SMUT.. are you ready?

-J.T.S xxx