#it gives it a feel like he patched it himself at times

[muwapsturniolo]

mistletoe 🎄 M. sturniolo

"you know what happens if you don't kiss under the mistletoe"

✘ NSFW CONTENT AHEAD, munch!matt, oral, imma be real this is not edited so whatever is misspelled oh well.

sorry this is late, i procrastinate a lot.

‘Twas the night before Christmas and everything was perfect.

You and Matt were currently laying on the couch in a cabin he rented in Boston, surrounded by snow and the serene sounds of nature- it was peaceful.

The both of you couldn’t wait, opening your gifts and drinking a lump sum of hot chocolate like the two of you were little kids. Matt even went as far as looking at the Santa tracker to see how far the jolly old man was from Boston. Eventually, the two of you turned on a classic Christmas movie, “the grinch”.

It was entertaining, it was fun, it felt domestic.

Soon the movie ended and you stood up from the couch, stretching and getting ready to head to the bedroom.

“Did you want to clean this mess up tonight or wait until tomorrow?” Your eyes dart across the floor filled with wrapping paper and the plates along with cups sitting on the coffee table. Matt stands up and pulls you closer, his hands rubbing at your hips.

“You go relax, I’ll clean some of this stuff up and meet you in a bit, yeah?”

You kiss his nose before walking off to the bedroom, leaving him alone. He works quickly, tired from the long day and ready to go to bed. He smiles to himself as he thinks about your excitement from the gifts he got you, little did you know he got you another gift.

As he continues to clean up the mess you two created, his eyes land on a small object strew above the fireplace.

A mistletoe.

The gears begin to turn in his head and before he knows it, he’s shoving the mistletoe in his pocket.

He quickly finishes up the livingroom and makes his trek into the bedroom, seeing you already laid out in the bed underneath the blankets. He closes the door with his foot and crawls on to the mattress.

He hovers over you, looking down at your tired expression.

“Give me a kiss before bed?”

You smile lazily before cupping his face and pulling him closer, your lips touching in a soft and tender kiss.

Without you knowing, Matt reaches into his pocket of his pajama pants and grabs the mistletoe, holding it just above your pelvis.

You feel something tickling you softly, making you pull away and look down. You raise a brow and look at Matt who’s already giving you a boyish smile.

“Oh well would you look at that, a mistletoe!” You scoff but can’t help the smile making its way on to your face.

“Isn’t the mistletoe supposed to be above us so we can kiss?”

You try to ignore the way his left hand massages your thigh, kneeling the flesh gently.

“Well yes, but the rules aren’t specified as to where you have to be kissed,” he tuts. He raises a brow, trying to get you to give in.

“Come on, you’re superstitious. You know what happens if you don’t kiss under the mistletoe, a whole year of bad luck. And I don’t know about you but I want to have a lucky year.”

You roll your eyes and open your legs a bit more, “you’re such a boy.”

Matt chuckles before throwing the mistletoe to the side and starting to kiss down your body. He starts at your jaw before trailing down to your neck, leaving multiple hickies in his wake. He moves on from your neck to your collarbone, removing your his shirt in the process.

His breath hitches seeing Christmas themed lingerie, the tent in his pants growing. He trails his hands along the lace material, trying to engrave every detail of it in his brain.

“Merry Christmas, are you going to unwrap your gift?”

“You’re a fucking tease”

You giggle as he begins to kiss along your breasts, biting a few times before going down your stomach. He eventually makes it to your thighs, chuckling to himself as he sees the damp patch soaking into your underwear.

He continues to tease you, kissing up and down both of your thighs, even pinching the cusp of your ass.

Finally, he hovers over your covered mound, his warm breath fanning over it and making you buck softly.

As much as he loved eating you out, he loved teasing you, remind you that this is for his pleasure, not yours. Don’t get him wrong, he will always give you an orgasm, but it’s for his gain.

He loved seeing you moan and wither in pleasure, he loved seeing the faces you made, he loved hearing you moan his name.

He loved you.

You gasp as he shoves his face inbetween your legs, his nose pushing against the lace material. He inhales deeply, the scent of you making him groan out.

He couldn’t wait anymore.

He yanks off the underwear and throws them somewhere in the room. He pushes your legs back, watching as your fold slightly separates, your juices slipping down your slit.

His tongue gives a fat swipe, soon circling around your clit. You sigh out in relief, eventually letting out small whimpers of pleasure.

He groans as he swallows your juices, lapping at you like a starved man, he couldn’t get enough.

He nuzzles deeper into your core, moaning and closing his eyes as he munches away.

You close your eyes and moan out, your fingers threading through his hair and yanking him closer. His own hands wrap around your thighs, tightening their grip and leaving small splotches of red.

You were leaking, your juices covering his chin and making a mess on the sheets. No matter how much he tried to savor each drop some still got away.

You could feel your orgasm approaching, your fingers pulling him closer and closer to your core. He inserts two fingers, curling his knuckles and nudging that spot that makes you arch your back.

"c'mon baby, give me my gift," he breathes, quickly reattaching his mouth to your pulsating mound.

it doesn't take long for you to reach your high, a loud pornographic moan falling from your lips as your juices splash everywhere. he continues to lap at you, cleaning you up as much as he can before you push him away.

the next day the both of you were at his parents house, opening gifts and eating until you felt like you could burst.

"I have one more gift for you," Matt says softly, his eyes and words soft. you smile as he tells you to close your eyes, holding your hands out for the gift. you hear a bit of shuffling before he tells you to open your eyes.

much to your surprise, you see him down on one knee, holding a small velvet box. you don't even give him a chance to ask the important question, you fling your self at him screaming "yes" over and over again.

everyone cheers with joy, trevor barking along with them.

this was the best Christmas gift you could ever ask for.

[burreauxwrites]

Joe has been very on-edge lately with the season almost starting, and after a particularly rough practice session, he comes home grumbling and slamming doors and stuff. You go up to your shared bedroom to see what’s wrong, and on the other side of the door you hear him crying, which he’s never done around you before. You’re able to calm him down and assure him he’s doing great.

“PERFECT” - (joe burrow x reader)

description: see request above! ^ this is set after joe’s wrist injury and he’s trying to come back from it :)

word count: 1.1k

warnings: none! just the reader comforting joe!

you’re humming and prancing around the kitchen, preparing some food for dinner. you’re also baking a few sweet treats; and you feel kind of bad because joe can’t have any (because he’s focused on eating healthy).

joe has been a bit off-kilter, but it’s something you’ve come to recognize. the new season comes around and it’s go time for him. he’s usually anxious and focused coming from the off season.

speaking of joe, he comes back from practice, the door swinging open. but instead of hearing a “hey, love”, there’s an exasperated sigh that comes from him. he closes the door with a force you’ve barely ever seen from him.

practice must’ve been bad, you thought. joe was always hard on himself; even if practice was 90 percent perfect, that wasn’t enough for him. he honestly strives for 110 percent, knowing him.

“hey, joey,” you murmur, turning to him after turning the stove off, “how was practice?”

“it was fine.” he answers bluntly. too bluntly, it’s almost like a hiss coming from him.

you frown, feeling more than worried at this point. “are you sure…?”

“yes, y/n. it went fine.”

joe continues walking, not even sparing a glance at you. that’s also weird. normally, he’d at least crack a small joke, give a small tidbit of how things went. but he almost ignored you. that’s when you hear a loud slam, causing you to jump.

was practice that bad?

you sigh, deciding to give joe a moment. maybe he’d come down after taking a brief shower or something.

except that wasn’t the case.

your baked goods were finished, all toasty and warm. and yet joe was still in the bedroom. this was absolutely not like him. at all. he’s always been reserved and calm, but that changes when he comes home. you always called joe a sour patch kid, because, well, at first he’s sour, then he’s sweet. but right now, he’s definitely upset about something.

feeling immense worry, you head towards your shared room, bringing some cookies and brownies with you. as you step closer to the door, you hear something.

it sounds like…sniffling. was he…? no, surely not. the weather has been changing a bit, so it could be his allergies? there’s no way that joe could be crying. the only time you ever saw him cry was when you watched his heisman speech on youtube. but right in front of you?

you slowly open the door, and there he is, sitting on the end of the bed with his head in his hands.

“oh. joey, baby…” you mutter, slowly heading towards the night stand and placing the cookies and brownies there before sitting next to joe. “hey…what’s wrong? talk to me.” you try to coax him into at least saying something.

he lets out a subdued sob, his body shaking a little. oh no. your heart essentially shatters at the sight and sound, having never seen him so broken and upset. you frown and wrap an arm around him, your thumb caressing his shoulder.

“it’s okay, love…” you speak softly, a few more sniffles coming from him before he inevitably breaks down, unable to keep his emotions at bay. the stress and frustration of today’s practice finally got to him, and he was pouring it all out in front of you.

gently, you pull joe in close to you, letting him bury his head into your shoulder. your hand comes up to the back of his head, caressing it tenderly as you sway him side to side a bit. small words of reassurance escape your lips as you let him cry against you. his body was trembling with every snivel as you held onto him.

after a moment, joe finally calms down a little, pulling away a bit.

“you…wanna talk about it?” you ask again, cupping his cheek in your hand as you wipe away a dry tear.

“i just…i feel like i’m not doing enough,” he sighs, his voice trembling as he looks at you, his eyes red and watery, “i made too many mistakes at practice today, especially with my throws.”

joe was coming off of his wrist injury, and that was going to naturally make his comeback harder. that too broke your heart, seeing him sit back and not be able to play the sport he loves.

“joey, darling…everyone has rough patches to get over. for you to get surgery, focus on healing, and come back?” you remark, your voice smooth and assuring, “not many people would feel confident with that…”

“i know. but i really wanted to have some good reps today,” he explains, leaning into your touch, “plus…people have been saying i won’t be the same after my injury.”

god…he’s seen what people are saying. that was a massive heartbreaker for you, having joe notice all the comments from haters and those who are doubting him.

“well. what those people say doesn’t matter to me. at the end of the day,” you smile softly, looking into joe’s stunning blue eyes, “i know you. i know that you’ll prove everyone wrong, and you’ll go back out there and do what you do best.”

joe sighs, looking at you with a beseeching gaze. “yeah…? you really think that?”

“i know it, love. you are amazing at what you do,” you compliment him, nodding affirmatively, “and even with the setbacks you face, you manage to keep going. and i love that about you.”

joe nods, smiling a little as he takes in your words. he still feels bad about how practice went, but he does feel better knowing that you are confident in him and his skills.

“thank you, baby,” he sighs, kissing your hand as he looks at you fondly, “i love you, so much.”

“any time, joey. i love you too,” you mutter sweetly, leaning in and kissing his lips gently for a moment.

you reach over to the night stand, grabbing a cookie. “here…i made cookies.”

“babe…don’t tempt me. you know i have a strict diet.” joe warns, looking at you as you hold out the cookie.

“cmon! it’s only one cookie,” you frown, “besides, you deserve it.”

joe’s eyes scanned your expression, seeing your pleading eyes and your lips jutted out slightly in a pout. he knows he can’t deny you, not with you’re this sweet and caring.

“fine. i’ll eat the cookie. but just this one.”

you laugh as joe happily bites into the sweet treat, your gaze fond as you look at him. even in joe’s darkest moments, you’ll always be there as a shoulder to lean on.

because to you, he’s absolutely perfect.

[writingwisterias]

Whiskey Sipping

Vendetta!Leon Kennedy x AFAB!Reader Warnings: NSFW, SMUT, MDNI, Age-Gap, Drinking, Fingering, Light Degradation kink, Soft Dom Leon, Sub Reader, Oral (M-receiving) 🪑 Anon this is for you my love, I hope you enjoy <3

You just couldn't leave him alone, could you? Couldn't just give him 5 minutes to finish the drink clutched tightly in his hand before you sauntered your greedy cunt over to him. Leon's eyes darkened as they watched your naked form approach to where he was sitting. The corner of the L-shaped sofa was always left empty for you but no you weren't heading in that direction. Not today. He didn't miss how your arousal coated your thighs, and your head hung low in shame. You had broken one of his rules.

He didn't think he would be the type of dom to lay out rules for you until the texts began to flood his phone when you suddenly decided to torture yourself until he came home. You gave him one too many awkward timed boners that he banned the idea of your own playtime entirely. To you, he only thought of you as some dumb college chick that warmed his bed and sed the apartment while he wasn't there. Yet to him, you were more than that; you paid your bills in pussy, your sweet taste leaving an aftertaste on his tongue better than any drink he's had before. Leon would never admit how he liked your scent on his pillows, your stupid little trinkets littering the space but that was always his favourite part of having you in his life.

But the closer the two of you got, the bigger the power imbalance. Anything he asked you would do without question. He's even made you study whilst eating you out - stopping when you got the question wrong. Leon didn't care for the age gap, you made him feel younger. Reminded him of the horny 20-year-old he buried deep inside of him somewhere. The poor guy needed a chance to escape that shroud of darkness, even if it was for 2 rounds of sex almost every day.

You nudged yourself on his lap getting cosy against his chest. "There's a perfectly good spot there you know" Leon teased, pointing towards your normal spot whilst raising his glass to his lips. You watched the amber liquid slide down his throat, his Adams apple bobbing as he swallowed. "This is better" you stated simply completely unbothered by his apparent attitude this evening. Leon's sigh brushed against your ear causing you to flinch away with a giggle. "I thought you were studying"

"got bored"

Leon's hum vibrated through your back, despite not giving you what you wanted he could still feel the wet patch on his leg grow because of you. His fingers inched down to your needy cunt. Swiping away at the slick that coated your folds. He didn't say anything, didn't nip at your neck like he normally does. He just simply raised the glass to his lips again as he inserted two fingers into your warmth. You waited for him to move them, to begin his usual assault to warm you up. Yet, it never came; they were sat there inside. Pruning from the amount of arousal that spilt from you.

To your credit you waited, you sat there patiently for him to curl them. To force the orgasm you desperately needed but he didn't - he never moved his fingers. He didn't even look at you, his attention firmly on the TV or refilling his glass. It was like you weren't even there. Leon admitted to himself that your needy whines were cute, like some dumb puppy begging for his attention to play. He almost caved but this was too amusing to him. His point entertained you as you began to move on your own, angling his fingers into the perfect toy as you squirmed against his lap. Your fingers folded his own into the right place making sure they were hitting the correct angle.

Leon's cock twitched as you used him, as he felt the impending orgasm you were working yourself towards with or without his help. It was hot seeing you so needy like this. Watching you saunter in the room with your needs evident on your legs, your fingers shining in the dim light. He has forgiven you for breaking the rules, he never really cared for them in the first place. Just enjoyed watching you crawl to him like this, so needy and desperate for any part of him. He had already planned what he was going to do once you reached this orgasm. You weren't going to leave him unaccounted for, not on his watch at least.

Your walls clenched around his digits, your hips halting their movements as the orgasm crashed through you. Your moans were loud against his ear as you leaned back. Your chest heaved as you calmed down. Leon smirked at your state with how he barely did anything as you still managed to orgasm with him. "Got what you needed?" He finally questioned. His fingers slipped out of you and he wiped the remnants of your orgasm on his jeans like it was nothing. The damp streaks turned a cloudy white against the black fabric. "It was exactly what I needed thank you" You whispered. Leon smiled at you, his hand bringing his glass to your lips. You took a small sip, enjoying the burn of the neat whiskey as it made its way down. Your chest felt lighter as you smiled at him. Leon smirked at the lip balm mark on your lips. He could almost taste the cherry as he brought the glass to his lips again in the same spot.

A comfortable silence fell amongst the both of you like it always did. Your features are highlighted by the dim glow of the TV. "What about me?" Leon asked, breaking the silence. His eyes flickered down to his erection where it twitched and throbbed against his tight jeans. Your fingers ghosted over the shape as you watched it. You could feel yourself get worked up again but he let you orgasm it was only your turn to repay the favour.

You dropped to your knees in front of him. The fabric of the rug biting into your skin. He watched as you freed him from his clothed prison. The tip beading with pre cum and flushed red. Just the way you liked it. You sucked against the tip smiling as a hiss left his lips and his fingers wove themselves into your soft strands. He felt your throat relax as you took more of him in, your drool dribbling around his balls - you were lucky he didn't mind it messy. Perhaps it was because he was drunk or maybe the fact he was already horny from your own needy display but he felt his orgasm incoming quicker. Each time you hollered out your cheeks or pulled his cock further back into your throat he groaned. You loved how vocal he was when he was being pleasured, his mouth releasing the most beautiful sounds; it was the only way you knew you were doing something right.

You welcomed the salty taste of him as he pushed you further down to the base of his cock. His load mixed with the warmth of the whiskey as you swallowed. Despite your needy behaviour he would have to admit you looked fucking cute when you looked up at him displaying your tongue like a good girl. His hand stroked your head lovingly, a small smile plastered on his features. He could never stay mad at you. Even if you did interrupt his drinking time.

[middlingmay]

Alright so what if it was Gale who was losing it in the Stalag and not Bucky?

Bucky who's always been more untethered finds his snarling and snapping is more common, more accepted in the Stalag so long as it's not aimed at the guards. He doesn't have the pressure of trying to keep all of the worst bits of himself so contained, only blowing off steam at the bar or between the sheets. He still hates it, is still angry and furious and impotent, but in the Stalag he can express that more.

And he helps the others express it, too. Gives everyone one pass a day to curse him out as badly as they can, and he screams right back. Organises secret fights for morale - a chance to get the hurt and frustration out, a chance to exert themselves, a chance to bet with the meagre things they had and something to look forward to. The first person on their back was the loser - no first blood bullshit. This place was already taking too much life from them.

But Gale? Gale who's been angry his whole life but had to keep it on lock down. Gale who found the war and the air force as an outlet for his wilder impulses. Gale who needed to be in control of everyone and everything and pretend like he wasn't. He can't do any of that in the Stalag. He's always been afraid to let his emotions loose and lashing like Bucky. He didn't do well being so powerless, and didn't know how to be him in a place like this.

He can't do missions or rally the men. The crystal radio helps but that's only an hour here or there when it works. He creates chores and rotas and organises classes. But it all feels so useless.

He doesn't realise that between Bucky and Gale, the 100th stuck in the Stalag are managing to tolerate life there pretty well. Their hungry and constantly in danger, but they have both structure and an outlet when it got too much. Gale just sees himself as an utter failure if a soldier, a pilot, a major, a friend and a man. And ihe alternates between days where he's sick with rage from it, and days where he can't muster the will to rise from his shitty bunk. And Marge’s letters go unanswered.

He's not the self destructive kind to veer near the fence or pick a fight with a guard, but he takes minimal care of himself, giving away rations and leaving the warmest clothes for the others and not taking medicine when he gets sick in case someone needs it more later.

It drives Bucky crazy. And after exhausting every other idea he has he decides there's only one way to get a spark of life back into Gale. So the next fight he slates is Bucky v Buck.

Gale doesn't find out until he follows John who wants to show him something. It takes shockingly little persuasion, and Bucky things he's been waiting for something like this but would have never let himself take the plunge without being thrown straight in.

Lookout duty is a punishment that night, because no one wants to miss the fight of the two Majors of the 100th.

They knock the Holy hell out of each other. Gale's lip busts open easy, but he hits like a hammer. And John's nose is a prime target and his moustache is sodden with blood pretty quickly. Bruises blossom everywhere, and in the end, they fall down together. John sinks a boot into Gale's ribs and he.socks John's jaw so hard his ears ring.

They lie gasping on the floor and the match is declared a jaw and the boys are losing it as much as they can without getting caught.

But John sees it, lying there. A sparkle of life and feeling in Gale's eyes again.

That night in their bunks when they're somewhat patched up, Gale reaches out for the first time since they got there.

"I didn't get you too bad?" He asks as he trails his finger so ermsome of the more prominent bruises he can see even in the dark.

"Oh, I can feel it," John tells him through a genuine grin. It only tempers when he takes Gale's hand in his and thumbs over the too bony protrudence of his wrist. "You with me?"

Gale licks the crusting concealing blood off his lip, setting its healing back some. "Till there's no more pilots left in the sky, John."

[tulip-room]

To Have and To Hold- k. tetsuro || wc: 9k || warnings: hurt/comfort, parental problems, blind dates, fatphobia implied, chubby reader implied, fem reader, Kuroo is a sweetheart, outbursts, drinking, ignoring problems until you're unable to, marriage, miscommunication, pining, I promise it ends with them happy!!! I wrote this at like 2 am-6 am after being awake since 10, not proofread, if there are typos kindly avert your eyes, Kuroo is a nerd, Yn is a girlboss, fake dating, marriage of convenience until it's not, I think that's everything- || a/n: this is for @nekomasmngr !! I hope you like your secret santa lovely and that you had happy holidays <3 , also a thank you to @lale-txt for making the secret santa event to begin with <3

"I don’t want this to be pretend anymore.”

"I don’t think it’s been pretend for a long time.”

She remembers the night it was first thought up, the arrangement. “How about if…when we turn 30 we get married?” It had been a rainy night, the soft trickling of the rain trailing down the smooth glass of the window of the diner. Kuroo held a singular fry in his hand and waved it about before crunching down on it. “You know, it just makes sense.” She’s sure there were bits of mascara and eyeliner patched beneath her eye from the crying earlier. “You need to get your parents off your back by marrying someone and who better than your best friend?”

“Okay, you’re pushing it there with that best friend comment.” A smile makes its way onto her face and she attempts to hide it by using the heel of her hand to rest her face on. “I guess your statement has some validity,” she sees the smirk on his face grow. “I said some. Don’t get ahead of yourself, I haven’t agreed to anything yet.” He shakes his head and takes another fry from her plate as he leans himself on the table.

“You’re telling me there’s no way you would agree with me? Is the thought of marrying me so bad?” He teases her as he bites on the fry, this time there isn’t a crunch as he bites into the food. “Think about your parents, weigh the options.”

“You’re pushing this really hard Tetsu,” she rolls her eyes and slaps his hand away as he reaches for another fry. “Stop stealing my food you vulture!” He scrunches up his face and rubs at his hand where she hit him. “If I didn���t know any better I would think you wanted to get married.” She kicks his foot lightly with hers under the table, she misses the blush that begins to cover his face. He clears his throat and kicks her lightly back, quickly putting up a mask to make her unaware of his feelings. 

“Aww, you wound me,” he places a hand over his chest in faux pain. “It’s like you don’t want to marry me.”

“I guess it would be beneficial,” she finally gives in with a sigh. “But only if we’re both still single by then.” He smiles and quickly holds up another fry. He gestures the fry towards her and she grabs it from him and quickly eats it. “Your birthday is a few months after mine, do I just wait for you to turn 30?” Her face scrunches up and she sticks her tongue out. “Still don’t like fries.” 

“And I still do,” he takes the last fry that he’s slowly been munching on throughout the meal. “No, we’ll go based on your birthday. I figure it’ll take a couple of months for wedding preparations anyway.” He shrugs and takes the empty plate and sets it on top of his own as he pushes them to the end of the table for the server to collect. “So, Valentine’s Day?”

“I’m not getting married on Valentine’s Day.”

“March?”

“If we get engaged in November you think we’ll have everything all planned by March?” Kuroo rolls his eyes at that. 

“What date do you suggest then?”

“May, a spring wedding.” With a sigh he nods his head. 

“My allergies are going to be killing me.”

“A small price to pay for good photos.” She teases and brushes her foot against his. His hand twitches like he wants to reach across the table and hold her hand in his but he restrains himself. “I’ll be back soon,” as she says that the waiter comes by and asks how many checks. She doesn’t see Kuroo holding up one finger to the waiter as she says “two checks please.” The waiter nods and walks away. 

When she comes back she sees Kuroo tucking a receipt into his wallet and tucking it back into his black suit pants. “You didn’t,” his head turns toward the sound and he smiles as he stands up and hands her his jacket from the back of the chair. Hesitantly she allows the cloth to be wrapped around her body as they walk out into the chilly air of the outside. Kuroo had picked her up from work and now he opens the car door for her to sit inside. “Trying to butter me up already?” She asks with a soft smile, Kuroo jokingly nods and shuts the door with a click behind her. 

When they meet up again next New Year’s Eve it’s at a party that they managed to convince Kenma to host. Host may be a strong word for what he’s doing, but they’re grateful nonetheless to be able to use his home. She hadn’t expected the awkwardness to come between them as it had in the past year. More silences, less laughter, the prospect of marrying each other not bringing the level of comfort they thought it would. 

“Hey stranger,” she hears the call from over her shoulder and despite herself a smile grows on her face. With a roll of her eyes she turns and faces the man in question. “What are you doing out here all by yourself? Aren’t you cold?” He rubs his hands together at the sudden chill over leaving the warm home. She just hums in response and he leans against the railing of the balcony next to her. 

“It’s not that bad, just got to be too much in there ya know?” He takes a step closer to her and their shoulders brush together. “I think we got too in our heads about marrying each other.”

“Potentially.” He reminds but it doesn’t make her feel better. She clears her throat and nods. 

“Right, yes…potentially.” They sit in silence for a moment before both of them go to speak. “No you–”

“You can–” A fit of laughter passes between the two and she can feel her shoulders relax.

“We’re so stupid.”

“A little bit,” He smiles and hits her shoulder lightly with his. She turns to glare at him but can’t keep the smile on her face down. 

“I don’t feel like we’ve actually talked in a while…I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too Y/N, let’s talk now. We’ve got all the time in the world.” 

“I would like that.” She’s not sure how long they sit outside and talk about things they had missed. Too caught up with potentials instead of remembering their friendship comes first. They hear the counting down happening inside as it draws nearer and nearer to midnight. “Want to be my first kiss to draw in the New Year?”

“If I didn’t know any better I would say you were trying to win me over so I can’t do anything but marry you.”

“Come here.” She puts her arms around his neck and pulls his face closer to hers. “If you actually shut up every once in a while you wouldn’t need to fake a marriage with me.” 

“What does that mean?” His hands settle on her hips and his thumbs dip under the hem of her shirt and make small circles on her skin.

“Girls might like you more if you shut up. Idiot.”

“I’m not–” she cuts him off by gently kissing him. He thinks about how soft her lips are and how right his hands feel holding onto her. Just as soon as the contact was established it left, a fleeting touch he caught himself before he chased after. 

“Happy New Year Tetsuro.” 

“Happy New Year,” when he’s sure she’s gone he brings a hand up to his lips and his breath hitches. With a sigh his head drops down and he can feel the pain in his chest. “Stupid, stupid, stupid.” 

“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” she whispers to herself as she makes her way through the party. “Why did I do that?” She places a hand on her forehead and sighs deeply. She knocks on what she assumes is Kenma’s door and opens it slowly. “Can I come in?” She can see him nod his head and closes the door behind her as she makes her way over to the plus bed. “I did something stupid.”

“Usually,” she hits him lightly and he smiles at her as he turns to face her for a moment before returning to his game. “I assume you’re going to tell me, out with it come on.” 

“I kissed Kuroo.”

“Finally.” She looks at him a little confused by the statement before shaking her head.

“Finally?”

“Don’t worry about it. What caused this outburst?”

She grabs her arm and rubs it gently. “The clock hit midnight…”

“So it was a New Year’s kiss? Why are you so nervous then?” 

“Because we decided to get married if we were both single by my thirtieth birthday and it’s been awkward between us since we decided that and…and I think I messed up the friendship.” Her eyes close and she hears Kenma pause his game and feels the dip of the bed as he moves around to sit closer to her. 

“It will take more than a kiss at midnight to get rid of Kuroo.” She feels the weight of his hand on her shoulder and it’s a comforting presence. “You and Kuroo married huh? That would be a sight.”

“Yeah, I got tired of my parents…you know how they are.”

“Still trying to get you to go on blind dates?”

“Yeah. The most recent guy they tried to set me up with was a character. The entire time he talked about himself and how lucky I was that he agreed to go on the date with me.”

“What an asshat, you deserve better than that.”

“I know.” She smiles at him and he shakes his head.

“You deserve better than what you think of yourself, if you don’t find someone…Kuroo will be good for you I think.” He gives a tightlipped smile before turning back to his game. “You can stay here tonight, how much have you had to drink?”

“Just a few shots. It’s a party Kenma, I refuse to stay completely sober.” He rolls his eyes and allows her to lean against him. “Thank you.”

With a shiver Kuroo goes back inside, finally calmed down from the kiss they shared. He grabs his coat from the closet and waves goodbye to a few people he sees. Pulling out his phone he sends a goodnight message to Y/N before slipping away from the party and back to his own quiet home. He feels like he’s pitying himself as he steps over the threshold of his home and takes off his shoes and coat. His hands reaching up to finally undo his tie. He feels his puppy hop against his leg and with a smile he reaches down and picks up the small dog. “Hi buddy, why aren’t you asleep?” He coos at the small animal as he holds it in his arms. The dog wiggles in his arms and yips at him. “Oh stop that, I’m home now.” He carefully sets the puppy back on the floor and makes his way to the kitchen. 

As he opens his fridge for a snack he feels a buzzing in his pants. “This is Kuroo.” He answers without checking the caller ID. 

“I know,” he stands up straight as he hears her voice. “Did you get home safe?”

“Yeah…just got in.” He clears his throat and leans against the counter of his kitchen. 

“I’m glad.” There’s a few moments of silence before both try and talk again. “About earlier–”

“So about the kiss– sorry. You can go first.”

“We keep doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Interrupting each other.”

“I guess we do.”

“Why did you leave so quickly?” He can hear the fan from her end of the call whir in the moments of silence before and after she speaks. 

“I needed to feed Mochi.” A lame excuse but he hopes she’s too drunk or tired to realize it.

“Next time don’t leave as quickly. It’s not as fun without you.” He puts more water and some extra food in Mochi’s bowl before he makes his way to his bedroom. He holds the phone between his shoulder and ear as he starts changing into pajamas and out of his work clothes. 

“Okay.” He’s not sure why he feels so melancholy about the night. Why it seems like there’s a weight in his chest and why his eyes sting. Clearing his throat again he takes a breath and closes his eyes. “Get some sleep, it’s late and we have work tomorrow.” He can hear soft snores on the other side of the phone and lets out a small laugh. He hangs up and lays on his bed, Mochi jumps on his chest with a yip and he smiles at the behavior. “Let’s get some sleep Mo.”

Three more years before their deal goes into effect. It’s a few months into the second year of five before the two are able to sit down and have a proper dinner together. Lunch in his office is more used as a break from the madness of work, he says he wants her in there because if someone else is in his office they leave him alone. That may be part of it but she suspects that’s not everything. It’s not mentioned as they sit in mostly silence. 

“I have another blind date today,” she says as she crunches on her salad. She sees Kuroo pause in his movements for a moment before going back to normal. “It’s some guy that’s the son of my parent’s boss or something.” She looks away from him and back to her food. His jaw clenches and he reaches to adjust his tie. 

“Are they just using you to further their own career?”

“I don’t think so. I think they’re grasping at any straws they can.” 

“We can move up our arrangement if you want,” he suggests.

“It’s okay, five years is a fair shot to try and actually find someone.”

“You sound like you just don’t want to marry me now. I’m hurt,” he jokes although there’s an underlying truth she doesn’t pick up on. She puts the lid back on the now empty plastic salad container and sets it off to the side as she reaches over to his mini fridge and pulls out a soda. 

“It’s not that, well. Okay, you wouldn’t be awful to marry. I suppose. At least in a technical sense–”

“Now you sound hopelessly in love.” He teases and puts his elbows on the table as he rests his head in his hands. 

“I’m not in love with anyone. That’s the problem Tetsu.” She sighs and feels the fizzle of soda go down her throat as she takes a sip. “I’ll keep you updated. Hey, maybe it’ll all work out and he’ll be a perfect gentleman.” She doesn’t want that. She wants him. She wants to marry him but she��s not sure if he really wants to marry her. If it’s all just convenience…just helping out a friend in need. 

He looks up to the clock and notices the shuffle of people going back to their desks. “I’ll come get you and give you an out if you need one,” he says as he watches her throw her food away and head towards the door. She’s facing the glass and if he were able to look closer he would see the look on her face as she replies.

“I know. Thanks, see you tomorrow Tetsu.” 

She gets off the train and looks around trying to find the restaurant her parents told her to go to. She feels ridiculous for how dressed up she is. With a sigh she finds the sign and starts walking towards it. She informs the hostess that she’s there for a date and tells them the last name and is led to the table. He..doesn’t look like an ogre. His hair is black and he’s tall when he stands up and shakes hands with her. He reminds her a little of Kuroo with the way his hair is parted. 

“So, how did your parents get you here?”

“I volunteered. Was curious why your parents were so desperate to get you married off. You’re a pretty girl at least.” What’s that supposed to mean? She bites her tongue and takes a drink of the wine the waiter comes over and asks about food. Before she even gets a chance to respond he opens and orders for her. “The lady will have a salad.” It’s just one date. You don’t have to go on another date with this…she hesitates to say man. 

She eats quickly and pays as little attention to him as possible, only nodding in the correct places and smiling politely. “Two checks please,” she says when the waiter comes back over and her date is in the bathroom. She pays and leaves before he gets back. There’s a feeling of relief when she’s finally away from him. Her mother calls not shortly after. 

“How was the date?”

“Awful. I’m not going on a date with him again,” she spits the words out as she heads towards the train station.

“Oh, it can’t have been that bad. Did you even try?” She tries to hold back the words she can feel creeping up her throat but can’t seem to find it in her before they spill past her lips.

“Yes. I did try mother. I try on every single date you guys want me to go on. I sit there and try to make conversation. I smile and nod and act interested in whatever they’re saying. I pay for my own food and make sure it’s nothing too messy or bad smelling in case there’s kissing. I try. It’s you two. You need to stay out of my dating life, I can’t do this. I’m trying to work my way up in my company. I’m trying to do so much and that requires late nights and working on weekends and it requires you not butting into my dating life.” She feels bad as soon as she’s done with her rant. She’s sure there’s mascara running down her face at this point as she feels hot tears rolling down her cheeks and her throat tightening. “I didn’t–”

“If that’s how you feel, maybe we’ll butt out of your life for good.” The line goes silent after the distinct sound of someone hanging up plays over the speakers. She can’t find it in herself to move further and sits down on a nearby park bench. Her hands dial the first number she can think of. She realizes who she’s called as soon as the ringing stops.

“I’m so sorry, you’re still at work aren’t you.”

“I was just about to leave, what’s wrong? Have you been crying? Don’t move, I'll come to you, share your location with me.” She nods her head and shares the location with Kuroo. “Stay on the phone with me. Take some deep breaths. You don’t have to tell me what happened, just focus on breathing okay?”

Her breath hitches as more tears fall from her eyes. “I tried Tetsu…I really tried.” She sobs over the phone. 

“I know you did baby, I know. Take a deep breath for me.” She inhales. “Hold it…okay slowly blow it out.” She follows his words and sniffles as more tears quietly fall from her eyes. “Keep breathing just like that, I’m five minutes away.” She continues breathing and enjoys Kuroo’s calming presence even if it’s only over the phone. She doesn’t notice when she hears a car door close and dress shoes slap against pavement furiously before a jacket is wrapped around her and Kuroo is sitting in front of her. “Come on love, let’s get you home.”

“I don’t want to go home.”

“We can go to my house, let’s just get you off the street.”

“I don’t think I can move. I feel like my body shut down.” She can feel herself shiver but she mostly feels numb. A coldness has swept over her form. 

“Put your arms around my neck.” She listens and lays her head on his chest as he lifts her up after a moment of collecting himself. “Let’s get you home.” The tears have stopped but still leave a trail on her face and on her heart. The drive to Kuroo’s home goes by quickly, probably because he speeds through a few red lights on the way and goes a little faster than he normally does. He takes quick looks at her from his seat and notices how…broken she looks. He helps her out of the car and up the stairs to his apartment and when Mochi tries to jump on her he lightly pushes the puppy away until she’s laying on his bed. The puppy jumps into her lap while Kuroo is finding clothes for her to change into. “Mochi!” He scolds but she shakes her head and smiles when the puppy licks her face.

“It’s okay,” her voice breaks in the middle of the sentence as she pulls Mochi closer to her and closes her eyes. 

“You can’t go to sleep yet pretty, we have to get your makeup off and change your clothes.” He helps her into the bathroom and allows her to carry Mochi all the same. She sits on the toilet as he pulls makeup remover wipes from his medicine cabinet. “Before you ask, no. I haven’t found anyone. You’ve ended up at my house so often after one too many drinks that I bought some so I didn’t have to keep using a harsh towel and water.” He rolls his eyes and begins gently removing her makeup.

“Thank you for coming to my rescue. Like you always do.”

“No problem Cinderella.” 

“Cinderella?” She peeks an eye open to look at him before he gives her a look and she closes it again. 

“You left at midnight after you kissed me at the party last year.” It gets a small laugh out of her and really that’s all he cares about. “So, Cinderella.”

“Okay, but you’re so far from Prince Charming.”

“What? I’m not dashing and charming?”

“More like an annoyance and a nerd.”

“You wound me princess.”

“Keep it to yourself.” She sniffles again and he throws the wipe away as he finishes cleaning the product from her face. “...really. Thank you for saving me again Tetsu.”

“Anytime Cinderella, your carriage will always be here even after midnight.”

“You’re not a carriage.”

“Oh? Am I Prince Charming finally?”

“No. You’re just not….you’re not just a carriage to me.” She sounds so sincere when she says it that Kuroo has to take a pause and smile for a moment. 

“Here’s some clothes, I’ll be outside when you’re done changing.” He sets the clothes on her lap and takes the squirming Mochi from her arms and sets him on the floor after he leaves the room and closes the door behind him. It takes her fifteen minutes to change, needing a moment to collect herself before facing him again. She takes a look in the mirror and pokes at the puffiness that’s under her eyes. Kuroo is sitting on the bed with reading glasses on and a book open when she leaves the bathroom. 

“Scoot over.” She prods at him when she draws closer to the bed. He complies and moves over and lifts the blankets up for her. “I got into a fight with my parents,” she says as she turns off the light and faces away from him. She can hear him set down the book and his glasses and feel the blankets rustle as he reaches over to tap her shoulder. 

“Can we face each other when you talk about it?” She takes a deep breath and turns over. He turns the light on the other table on and lays down to face her. “What happened?”

“The stupid blind date,” he rests his hand on her arm and soothingly rubs up and down with his thumb. “It was so bad. He ordered a salad for me…I like salads but I think it was the way he looked at me when he did it that really made it hurt. And then my mom called right after it was done and told me I wasn’t trying. She basically said that it was my fault. And then, like an idiot I went off on her and she said she doesn’t want to be in my life anymore if that’s how I feel.” She lets out a breath when she finishes and can feel the tears stinging behind her eyes again. She tries to blink them away. 

“I’m sorry, you didn’t deserve that. You are trying. I know that, you know that.”

“I know, I just wish my mom knew that. Or believed it I guess? I just…I feel bad. Maybe I didn’t try hard enough.”

“Don’t say that, you tried plenty hard enough. It’s not your fault the dude was a total asshat. I’ll find his address and we can egg his house.” She lets out a laugh and Kuroo smiles and leans his forehead against hers. “There’s that laugh.”

“Stop it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’re doing that thing you always do when I’m sad. You try to make me feel better by making me laugh and don’t let me feel sorry for myself.”

“Oh no! How dare I try and make you feel better when you’re sad.” He mocks in a lighthearted manner and flicks her forehead gently. “Get out of that beautiful mind of yours. You didn’t do anything wrong Y/N. Your parents will come around, you don’t have anything to apologize for.”

“That may not exactly be true.” He gives her a look. “I know, I’m just..I think both of us need to apologize or we won’t get anywhere.”

“I think you need some time apart before that happens, give it time for both of your feelings to calm down a little bit.” 

“Okay. This was nice, thank you for taking me to your house.”

“My home is your home.” You are my home. He almost says but manages to stop himself and instead tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and turns over to flick the light off. “Goodnight Y/N, we can try and make things better at a later date. For now, just get some rest.”

“Will you hold me?” The request is quiet and it’s almost lost amongst the rustling of the sheets and the sound of the fan spinning. 

“Of course.” She feels an arm wrap around her and she can feel tears well up again. It’s been so long since she’s been held this safely. It’s been so long since someone has held her like she’s precious. Like they don’t want to lose her. “You don’t have to dull yourself down for people to like you, I like you just the way you are…if it counts.”

“It does.” 

She avoids the problem of her parents, thumb hovering over the call button for weeks but never pressing it. Kuroo tries to get her to talk about it but isn’t able to get a word out of her so he drops it the second week in. When it’s been a few months of not talking to her parents she gives in after drinking with some of her friends. 

“Oh? So now you–” her mother answers.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t want you to butt out of my life. I need you, I’m sorry that I said those things to you.” She rushes out and stutters through the words. “I’m so sorry, I need my mom.” 

“It’s okay baby,” her mother hushes out. “I’m sorry. It’s okay. You’re doing your best.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t cry baby, we were pressuring you too much. It’s okay baby, don’t cry.” Her mother tries to soothe her over the phone. “We know you’re trying, I shouldn’t have gotten so mad at you, you’re doing a good job baby.”

“I’m sorry,” she says one final time as she wipes away her tears. “Can I have my mom back?”

“Oh baby, you didn’t lose me. I’m always going to be here. I’m always here if you need me.”

“I always need you.”

“Then I’ll always be here.” Her mom responds and it makes her cry harder. “Don’t cry baby, I’m here. Mom is here.” 

They stay on the phone with Y/N crying and her mother trying to soothe her cries. When her cries end her mom stays on the phone. They don’t say anything for a long time after that. “I’m sorry mom,” she finally breaks the silence.

“It’s okay, I’m sorry for being so harsh on you. No more blind dates.”

“No, it’s okay. I can do it.” She realizes she’s shaking now and clenches her hand into a fist as she tries to control her emotions. “It’s really okay mom, just give me a little bit and I can go on more dates.”

“If you’re sure.” When she gets off the phone with her mom the first person she calls is Kuroo. She’s still sniffling when he picks up the phone and she has to take a few moments to talk him down from his panic.

“Tetsu, I’m fine. I promise, I’m really okay. I just wanted to tell you I made up with my mom.”

“I’m glad you won’t be stressed over it anymore. Why don’t I take you to dinner to celebrate, count it as an early birthday dinner.”

“I would like that.”

“Still having your party in a few weeks?”

“Yeah…I think I am. I think I’ll be okay.”

The party goes well and the year wraps up with the (becoming) annual party at Kenma’s house. Kuroo doesn’t mention it when she leans in to kiss him again before pulling away and asking if they can go home. He doesn’t mention how she refers to his home instead of her own, or that she thinks of his home as her home too. The next year passes by in a haze of blind dates and numbness. The joy she feels comes when she spends time with her friends and Kuroo. Work becomes more boring than usual and the onslaught of blind dates set up by her parents keep coming. 

“You don’t have to keep going on those if you don’t want to.” Kuroo tells her as he zips her dress up. It’s her 29th birthday and she didn’t want to get ready alone this year. She’s dressed in a mid length pastel dress and Kuroo is in a tailored white suit with a shirt and tie matching the color on her dress. She tries not to picture if she’ll see him in a white suit again for their wedding. Tries not to think about the wedding, there’s still a year before it happens. He could find someone. She’s since given up on finding anyone who compares to him and silently hopes that he’s done the same. 

“I know, I said I would though.”

“Okay.” He knows he’s fighting a losing battle and pats her shoulder as she applies lipstick. He straightens his tie, a habit she’s noticed he does when he’s anxious or upset about something. He leaves the room before she can question him and she doesn’t see him for most of the night. She spots him in the corner talking up a blonde and internally cringes, some emotion must make its way onto her face since Kenma calls her out. 

“Is it because of that blonde?” Her head whips around to Kenma who fidgets with his hands, his gaming system gone and put away as it usually is at her birthday party. “Don’t think anything of it, they don’t stay for long.” They? “I know what you’re thinking, it’s nothing serious. He’s just buying time.” Buying time for what? She doesn’t get an answer as the aforementioned person walks over to them. Kenma takes it as his que to leave with a quick goodbye to Kuroo.

“Can I give you your gift now?”

“Of course.” He smiles brightly and gabs her hand, he pulls her away from the festivities and outside the bar. He reaches into his coat pocket and hands a packet to her before going back in and coming back with a small box. “Sorry, I didn’t have time to wrap it before I left.” The wood of the box is nice, a mahogany. It feels smooth and cool in her hand. There’s a metal lock on it plated with a goldish color; she's unsure if it’s from rust as the box looks older. 

She reads the front page of the small booklet she was handed; ‘29 things that remind me of you’. Oh. This is going to make her cry. She opens to the first page after handing the box back to Kuroo. He takes the luxury of flipping the lid open and showing her the contents of the box. “Strawberries,” she begins reading out loud. She picks up a strawberry pendant from the box after scanning it for a few seconds. “Strawberries remind me of you because the first time we met you had a bag of strawberries in your lunch and it stained your lips and hands red. If it weren’t for the strawberries you wouldn’t have asked me if I had a wet wipe and I never would have met you.” She feels tears well in her eyes as she continues reading through the list of things and seeing the corresponding objects. “Thank you Kuroo, this is…I have no words. You’ve made me speechless.”

“It’s nothing, really.”

“Just you wait for your birthday. I’m going to make you cry just you wait.”

“Planning on breaking my heart or something?”

“You know what I mean you absolute loser.”

“Whatever you say Cinderella.” The night comes to a close shortly after. She eats cake and wishes everyone a goodbye after touching up her makeup. She likes that her birthday is just an excuse to see all of her friends. That’s her favorite part, not the presents, but the people.

True to her word when Kuroo’s birthday rolls around she makes him cry with an equally sentimental gift. It’s not as extravagant as his was but it still warmed his heart and made tears fall from his eyes. After everyone else has left and it's just the two of them cleaning up after the party that’s when they’re most at peace. “I bought the ring.”

“So sure I’ll still be single?”

“Sure that me and you are endgame.”

“Better stop talking like that or I’ll think you’re in love with me.”

“Don’t be silly, it just makes the most sense for it to be me and you.”

“Alright loverboy.”

“Still not Prince Charming?”

“Not until I’m at the altar with you.”

“Now who’s getting ahead of themselves?”

“Oh shut up.” She hits him lightly with the trash bag she’s carrying. When Christmas rolls around she tells him that she’s cashing in on the deal early. “I don’t feel like going on another blind date. I think I’ve dated everyone that my parents can possibly find.”

“Don’t say that now. There’s always the next city over.”

“I’m done. We’re going to start fake dating now. It makes sense to do it this way anyways. If we’re fake dating when we get engaged it won’t look as odd.”

“Whatever you say Cinderella.”

“Damn right it is loverboy.” 

Not much changes when they start dating. Fake dating she reminds herself, it isn’t real and she shouldn’t expect it to be. They still eat their lunch together in his office and she still winds up at his house at least once a week, he still calls her pet names and she still calls him ‘loverboy’, their friends don’t seem surprised by the revelation. Everything…everything feels like it’s supposed to be like this. 

Kuroo proposes two months before her 30th birthday. It’s a small gathering with her parents and their closest friends. She can’t fake the pure joy she got at him getting down on one knee. At some point they had stopped posting every time they went out. There wasn’t a need to. Everyone knew they were dating, they didn’t have to prove it. At least not so obviously. Kuroo’s hand had found a favorite place on the small of her back or his arm was wrapped around her shoulders. She enjoyed holding his hand, enjoyed the difference between them and how warm his hands always were compared to her. 

Tears stream from her eyes as she jumps in excitement. She can’t stop herself from throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him up into a kiss. “I will marry you Kuroo Tetsuro. I will marry you on every planet and in every universe.” She hopes he thinks she’s just showing off in front of their friends and family and doesn’t think about the tears in his own eyes. How he squeezes her tighter and leans down to kiss her again. After the clapping stops he pulls away and she chases after his lips for a moment before blinking and composing herself. She needs to get used to short kisses. She won’t have this forever. This isn’t really hers. He slides the ring on her finger and she wonders for a moment if he’s thinking of her as she is or if he’s picturing some dream girl. 

Her mother tries to rush her into wedding planning but manages to keep it away for a month before her mother can’t take it anymore. She finds herself dragged from cake shop to cake shop, venue to venue, and Kuroo is with her through every moment of it. Like he’s always been. He’s always been there and she’s sure that he’ll continue to be there for her through everything. She selfishly hopes that it will be for the rest of their lives but can’t bring herself to say the words. 

“I’ve been thinking and I think we should move in together,” she says one morning as she sits at Kuroo’s kitchen island. She’s confiscated one of his t-shirts and he looks at her over his shoulder as he makes breakfast for the two of them. She sips on her coffee and hums lightly. 

“Oh yeah?” She can feel him about to tease her and sighs. 

“What now?”

“Oh nothing, nothing.”

“Kuroo Tetsuro.”

“Yes?” He smiles at her before turning back to the pan that’s sizzling on the stove. “It’s just, aren't you already moved in? Half of my closet space is cleared out for you and most of your clothes are here. We go to work almost every day together because you end up sleeping here most nights. Your makeup is in my bathroom and your favorite drinks are in my fridge. Your family photos are hanging up in my living room.” His explanation makes her pause. She hadn’t even realized that had happened, when exactly did his bed get new sheets on them? When did her clothes cover more than half of his closet?

“Well…when you put it like that. Okay but like officially. Let’s move in officially.”

“Whatever you want, Cinderella.” He places a plate of food in front of her and takes a drink of his own coffee as he eats some bacon from the plate between them. “We can do it today if you want, when’s your lease up?”

“Next month.”

“Okay, so we can start moving you out today and come next month everything will be all settled and you won’t have to do one big move. Well, I don’t think it’ll be that big to begin with. You've taken over most of my house anyway.” She scrunches up her face and punches him in the arm. He rubs at it in fake hurt and frowns. “How hurtful.”

“I didn’t hit you that hard you big baby.” She rolls her eyes and gets up to put her cup in the sink. Is this what life will be like for the next however long they keep up this ruse? Breakfast together and sleeping in his shirts? Quiet banter in the morning and soft talking at night. She chooses to ignore it. Reminding herself that it’s not real. She doesn’t get to have this forever. “Let’s get ready.”

As it gets closer to the end of the next month her apartment becomes less like home and more like a place she used to know. There’s a sadness that comes with moving, a sadness in leaving somewhere behind that you used to start and end your everyday life. “You okay? Gonna run away when it strikes midnight?” There’s a calming and grounding weight on her shoulder as Kuroo places his hand there. She can feel the warmth radiating from his body and to hers. She nods and lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

“It’s just an odd feeling. Moving.” Kuroo nods in understanding but doesn’t interrupt her. “I used to come here, this used to be home. A way to escape from the horrors of the world and now it’s just an empty apartment. It’s not home. Home is somewhere else now. I think I’m just too sentimental.” She shakes her head and crosses her arms over her body. 

“I like that you’re sentimental. You don’t have to feel guilty for enjoying having a home. You don’t have to feel guilty about leaving someone or something behind either, it’s okay to feel sad.”

“I’m not guilty. Why would I be guilty?” 

“Really? You’re not guilty? You feel like you’re abandoning a part of yourself that you’re not ready to leave yet. It’s safe in this apartment, my home is also safe but you won’t have this place to come back to. You’re leaving it behind when it’s been the place that’s kept you safe for years. Moving is scary.”

“Okay, so maybe I’m scared and feel guilty.”

“You don’t have to be, I’m going to be here with you even if you try to chase me off by trying to light me on fire or something.” She lets out a laugh at the extremes he went to for the example but knowing that he’s always going to be here relaxes her in a way she didn’t think was entirely possible. “Let’s go home.” And this time, she doesn’t have a crisis about what home means. Home means him. 

They’re in a familiar situation, Kuroo zipping up her dress while she applies her lipstick. There’s a ring on her finger this time, glinting in the light and serving as a reminder for what the world will think they mean to each other. His knuckles brush over the skin of her back and the touch leaves goosebumps in its wake. “You look stunning.” She can’t help the smile that creeps onto her face.

“Save it loverboy.” She makes eye contact with him in the mirror and watches as his hand drops from where it was previously holding the zipper. He pauses for a moment before reaching towards the straps of her dress and grabbing the long pieces of fabric. “You look nice too,” she hears his breath hitch as he ties the strips of fabric into a bow. With gentle and careful movements he brushes her hair to the side and leans down, she sees it before she feels his breath on her skin. A few moments later he presses his lips against her shoulder blade before pulling away and standing straight up.  

“You look very nice,” he says quietly as he exits the room. She can still feel the ghost of his touch as her eyes are still locked on to where he was mere seconds ago. It’s a knock on the door that breaks her from the spell she was under. She does a once over of her outfit and makeup before opening the door.

“I’m so proud of you,” her mother says and pulls her into a hug. “You found love, that’s all I wanted for you.” It feels like a participation award. Here’s a trophy for showing up and trying the thing. You didn’t win but no one else did either. Love is supposed to make you feel like you’ve won. She should feel like she’s won. She should be ecstatic. 

She got with a guy she’s been crushing on for almost a decade. Can crush be applicable in this situation anymore? Is it love? Does she love Kuroo Tetsuro? She wonders briefly how impossible it would be not to fall in love with him. His banter and quiet words, his hands on her shoulder and back, his calming presence when she’s nervous. He’s home, he’s love. To her he is the love that people write songs and stories about. 

“Have you picked a date for the wedding?” 

“What?” 

“Have you picked a date for the wedding? Or colors? You need to reserve a venue soon too!” Her mother continues rattling off all the things she does and she smiles and nods her head.

“We haven’t had time to really sit down yet. We’ll do it soon. I think we’re doing a spring wedding.” 

“Oh springs no good with my allergies.”

“It’s my wedding.”

“You don’t want your guests to be sniffling and sneezing when you’re trying to get photos.” 

“Can we talk about this later?” She tries to keep her composure and walks out of the room. She sees a familiar head of hair and smiles. 

“I remember when I first saw a photo of me looking at your father. I had the same lovestruck look that you have now. Do you love him?”

“Yes, I love him with everything I have and more,” she says without thinking. She can’t see the small smile her mother’s face before she makes her way over to her fiancé. “Tetsu.” Her hand wraps in his and she sees the initial jump he makes before relaxing.

“Hi Love,” he turns his head and kisses the crown on her head. She smiles and leans into his touch happily. She squeezes his hand and wonders why this still happens when they’re alone. Why he’s still so sweet. 

“He says love like it’s your name,” she hears the eye roll from Kenma and sticks her tongue out at him. “Happy birthday Y/N, see you for New Years.” Kenma walks away and she can see him exiting the building. 

“Happy Birthday, I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” 

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” she bumps his hip with hers gently. 

Despite the complaints of her mother they hold the wedding in spring. The weather decides to be nice for the day, the flowers are in full bloom and there’s a gentle breeze that flows through her train and lifts it in the wind. There’s bright smiles on both of their faces and she swears she can see tears rolling down his face as she walks down the aisle towards him. 

“You look stunning. A breath of fresh air—“

“Okay Prince Charming. Let’s get on with it.” She jokes but grabs his hands. She wishes for this to last forever. Maybe for today it can. Today can last forever in her memories. “I Y/N L/N take you Tetsuro Kuroo to be my husband, to have and hold, through sickness and in health, for better or worse, for as long as we both shall live. With this ring I thee wed.” She slides the ring on his finger.

“I Tetsuro Kuroo take you Y/N L/N to be my loving wife, to have and to hold, through sickness and in health, for better or worse, for as long as we both shall live. With this ring I thee wed.” He slides the ring on her finger and looks towards the officiant.

“You may now kiss the bride.” He wraps his arms around her waist and dips her lightly as he pulls her lips against his. It still feels as warm as the first time they kissed all those years ago on New Year’s Eve. It still feels like safety, it still feels like love. 

She finds herself ignoring her mother for the remainder of the day. Skipping over her table before Kuroo holds her hand and makes her say hi. After a quick once over it’s clear to see her mother isn’t pleased with the wedding and she doesn’t want to deal with it today of all days. With a look towards Kuroo he smiles and nods and walks away hand in hand with her. 

“And now it’s time for the father daughter dance.” The announcer says through the microphone. Y/N watches her father get up and make his way over to her. There’s a glint of love in his eyes and a wide smile on his face, she wraps her arms around his neck and lays her head on his chest.

“I couldn’t be more proud of you sweetheart. You look radiant.” She can feel the vibrations of his chest as they start slowly swaying from side to side. “If he doesn’t treat you right I’ll take care of it.”

“I know. You don’t have to worry about that. He’s pretty alright, I guess.” She jokes with her father.

“Pretty alright is okay I guess,” he shrugs although there’s wide smiles on both of their faces. He leans down and kisses her forehead when the song ends and makes his way back to his seat after handing her off to Kuroo. 

“And now for the couple’s first dance!”

There’s a spotlight that drops on them and it’s like the world disappears when Kuroo spins her. “Were you and your dad shit talking me?”

“Something like that,” she scrunches her face and attempts to spin him around like he spun her. 

“Are you ready to be stuck with me forever?”

“Till death do us part.”

“Nah, not even death can keep us apart. You should know that by now.”

“I think I’m okay with that.” 

When they cut the cake Kuroo takes a dollop of frosting and places it on her nose. When she gives him a look he reaches over with a napkin and gently wipes it off. She puts a swipe on his cheek with a small laugh. They cut cake for everyone without any more messes occurring and despite a few people getting drunk out of their minds (Bokuto, Atsumu, Komori, to name a few) the night went well. 

When they return to work a few weeks later she receives a promotion. They still find a way to have lunches in Kuroo’s office but he votes for moving them to her corner office. “Come on big shot! Let’s eat lunch with light streaming through the windows.” He leans against the doorframe as she sits at her desk and types away. 

“Using me for my natural lighting?”

“Yes,  now make room.” He sets the lunches in the table and slides hers across to her. “I can’t believe we were both gone and you managed to get a promotion.”

“And why is that so surprising?”

“It’s not. It’s just, I’m proud of you.”

“Mhm, smart choice.” 

Married life isn’t much different from engaged life. Her name didn’t change. The only difference in the last five years that’s been made is the ring on her finger and how much happier she’s become. She comes home with him every day and leaves with him every morning. She falls asleep in his arms and wakes up with him in hers. On weekends she wakes up to the smell of pancakes and bacon, one of the few things she found out Kuroo can cook. 

Their first year of being married draws closer to the end and she can’t help but wonder when the other shoe will drop. They’ve barely spent time together outside of eating lunch, although they still manage to do work during that time. She wanted to host a banquet with the volleyball pros and Kuroo is helping, there to offer his support like always. When they get home they’re so tired that they just curl up in bed after feeding Mochi. She misses him being a puppy, there’s something to be said. Poetic words about how time needs to change, someone else will come up with them. Her head pounds as she ends another phone call with a food vendor telling her it’s too late notice. 

“Why not ask Miyam?”

“Hm?”

“Osamu?”

“I forgot he was an option honestly. This week has gone by in such a haze that I just can’t wait for it to be over.” Kuroo nods in agreement and calls up the Onigiri owner.

“He agreed.” She breathes out a sigh of relief and slouches in her chair. “Let’s go home, it’s late already.” He helps her up and clicks her heels back into place as they head out of the building. 

Finally, everything she’s been waiting for. Her idea comes together. The music pulled through and Miya made a nice buffet, her decorations live out the vision. “Can I have this dance?” She nods and allowed Kuroo to whisk her away. 

“Is this?” The familiar tune fills the room around her and even with the chatter of the other occupants is still recognizable. 

“Yes. Yes, it is.” 

“You cheesy boy.”

“Guilty.”

Her head is against his chest and his arms are seated nicely around his waist. “I don’t want to be in a pretend marriage anymore.”

“I don’t think it’s been pretend for a long time.” He smiles and pulls her impossibly closer to him. “Everything I’ve felt and done has been real. I guess I just needed an excuse.”

“I guess I needed one too. I love you Tetsu.”

“And I love you Cinderella.” Despite the challenges ahead of them and ones they’ve faced in the past they fell in love. She doesn’t run away this time when they kiss at midnight, she stays with him and her carriage doesn’t turn back to a pumpkin and her dress doesn’t go back to rags. This time, she’s exactly where she needs to be. With the goofy boy she fell in love with and the silly girl he fell in love with. They’re home.

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[thekoalapastriesbakery]

yuki, kimi, ollie, lando, oscar & logan (all separate) reacting to their reader being bedbound with depression?

-bear ❤️

as someone who would be almost bedbound for months at a time, this ^ is now very important to my survival. thank you bear ❤️

kimi antonelli:

he's still making an effort to make your favourite dishes

won't take it personally that you don't get excited about them

will brush your hair if you can't and even if you can

it's his way of reminding you that he's not scared of the bad days and you still deserve love and affection

if you can manage it, he'll get you set up with a stream of his race and some snacks

will bring you a new stuffed animal home from every race

especially if you can use not wanting your gift from kimi to get dirty as motivation to take a shower

he has enough money that you don't need your rush yourself and it's okay even if you just sit on the floor of the shower for an hour

in the meantime, he'll wash your sheets and vacuum and get your bedroom somewhat livable again

lando norris:

i think he's probably had a few of those moments himself

sometimes after really bad races it'll be hard to get him out of bed for days

it's not nearly as intense, but it's still enough for him to get the gist

he'll definitely be trying to cheer you up with goofy jokes but he won't be pushy about it

he won't try to force you to be happy. he knows you'll just ending up shutting down around him and he doesn't want that.

will watch things like kids' shows in the same room as you

the plot lines are simple and easy to follow even when you're barely connected to reality, or maybe not even facing the screen

and they're rarely never serious enough to trigger you

sweet and considerate but in unusual ways

logan sargeant:

will sit on the floor beside your bed and just read a book

he's just silently keeping you company

he won't force you to talk or even initiate a conversation

he won't speak up if you start crying

he just lets you do what you need to do to get through the day

and if that happens to include playing with hair while he maybe reads aloud to you, then he's more than happy to accommodate that

he's definitely wearing hoodies all the time when you're in a rough patch

to make sure you have a constant supply of clean-ish hoodies that smell like him

he'll give you as much comfort as he can offer without overwhelming you

ollie bearman:

has all your favourite snacks fully stocked 24/7

sometimes it might be hard to get you to eat a proper meal (for any reason) so he'll get you to snack instead

he's always of the opinion that eating something (whatever it is) is better than not eating at all

like lando, will watch kids' shows in the same room as you so you can still feel like you're spending time together without the pressure of an actual date

he has a stuffed animal collection to rival that of the most spoiled five year old on the planet, and he'll have every single one of them help him tuck you in every night

will also help you wash your hair in the sink while singing a goofy song

probably doesn't even realise what the lyrics he's singing mean until you ask him about them

oscar piastri:

he's not brilliant at house chores like laundry or cooking

but he can still tidy a room and vacuum every now and then

oscar is very good at comforting you without you realising

he'll go on long rants about how cool and lovely and thoughtful a character on a show he knows you like is

and then very casually mentions that the character reminds him of you a few times over the next few days in between other conversations

until you start associating yourself with that character

and whenever you like something about their personality, you're forced to admit that you like it in yourself, too

it's not a perfect coping mechanism and oscar knows it, but if it can get you to a place where you can actually handle trying other coping mechanisms, it's worth it

anything that gives him more time with you is worth it

yuki tsunoda:

like kimi, he's still making meals he knows you love that will still help keep you from becoming totally vitamin deficient

i think he'd take a little longer to not take it personally than kimi does though

he's proud of his cooking and he wants you to be too

and you are, it's just ... it's just hard to be excited about anything

even your amazing boyfriend

when he does get it (and he will) he's the most supportive person you could imagine

will go to war for you in comments sections you will never see

becomes a very public advocate for mental health support

will watch cooking shows (especially the great british bake off) in your room so you can't say he's just hanging around for your sake

because you know he loves bake off

blunter than the others but just as loving

[chaparro0456]

Jason Todd doesn’t do well with fireworks after the whole joker incident he says he’s fine and can handle it on his own in his one of many safe house he has , but I’m reality he doesn’t but he’s too proud to admit it

Tho Alfred need help in the kitchen and he only trust Jason in the kitchen so of course Jason had to help out with the food because gods what Bruce will try make maybe boiled chicken waste of food

Bruce feels like it’s his fault that his son has Phonophobia he knows it isn’t his fault he and Jason has patch things up between them but that’s still his baby he can’t help but think if he was just a bit faster or smarter he could have gotten there in time… despite what he thinks he can’t change the past what matters now is what he can do

Bruce made sure that every room has carpets and the windows heavy curtains to help soften the fireworks explosions around mew years as well he makes sure the Batman cape is around cause it’s very heavy and quiet and he noticed that Jason warped the cape around himself before the fireworks starts

Jason uses the cape because it reminds him of a simpler time it may sound strange but it makes him feel small again and being warped around in the cape by Bruce when they were out on long nights makes has feel safe like he’s still being held … but he rather get hit by a crowbar again then admit it

Tim does a lot of research about everything so of course he looks at ways to help people with Phonophobia sure he and Jason don’t have the pleasant history together so when he found out that white noise machine does wonders he orders the best one that he could possibly find but that wasn’t enough as the CEO of WE he made his tech team make a better one for Jason and so it could be sold at a reasonable price to the general public

Back when it was just nightwing and Robin (Jason Todd robin) nightwing would get Jason a treat afterwords an patrol sure dick didn’t like giving the Robin mental to someone else but he won’t hold it on Jason ,Dicks hands Jason some candy cigarettes he used to give him as a kid

Damian much like Jason can’t handle fireworks not for any reason just regular kid thing really loud boom hurts his ears so they both end up wearing noise canceling headphones to drown out the noise and stay close together one because they have history together they both were in the loa they share the same mom

Happy new year allsee you in 2025

[the-kr8tor]

Hobie but he's actually working a bar with the most disgruntled look on his face before you come in and suddenly he's all smiles.

Now he doesn't know you, not fully. And he's never been into the classic ideas of romance. But maybe your eyes just shine a bit too bright when he speaks to you, maybe your smile just draws him a bit more in every time you give him the opportunity to see it, maybe just maybe your presence lights up his world soul and mind all the more. There's something to the way you laugh that he's become enamored in, and he makes sure to act as goofy as he can just to hear it more.

He, on your side, looks so handsome. A black button up that's never fully closed, his pants full of patches that are practically peeling off. In a way you wonder if you'd let him fix them back up, sew your own patches on and press kisses to his gorgeous face. The way he looks and seems so smart despite everything, his humour, the way he speaks and everything makes him so alluring. Because he's confident and yet you touch his hand when he hands you your drink and suddenly he can't breathe.

At first you'd come to this place specifically for the music and some of the bar food which was rightfully pretty good with whatever you'd be drinking. And yet he made it even better, there was something in him that made you want to stay seated on the stools as long as you could. You'd stay until it was time to close and even then, he wouldn't even dare to kick you out. Not when you dressed so pretty and looked at him so warmly while making small talk. Hell he despises small talk but when it falls from your lips it's the most interesting thing he's heard.

His voice is nice and smooth, there's almost no rough edges when you get to know Hobie a bit. The further you go along and the more you learn about his hobbies and likes and interests. He's invested in the future, his and everyone else's. He believes in justice through any means if it makes people feel safer at the end of the day. He's passionate, in what he believes in but especially in and with you. There's a sparkle in his eyes when you seem so interested in what he says and that spurs him on. Hobie feels stupid sometimes with how much you're letting him speak but he can't stop himself. Yet he's still somehow waiting for the other shoe to drop, hell maybe you don't even like him that way and you're just an overly nice regular. There's always this deep worry within him that everyone leaves, everyone will and everyone does. But he doesn't end up finding that in you, you stay and you smile. You continue the conversations and you keep coming back around and sticking your nose in his business whether you mean to or not. He can't mind it, in reality he just hopes that he's enough as to where you'll both find a mutual connection, that you'll stay and it wouldn't even have to be romantic because he just feels safe around you. And you feel safe around him.

-🪦

The button up shirt that's never fully buttoned on 🥴😳 I'm thinking abt it real hard

Qisnowjde they both have a crush on each other!!!!! This au reminds me sm of the series sweetbitter (i think that's the name)

Imagine watching him do all the bar tender tricks while you're slowly sipping your drink that you always make it last just so you can stay a little longer

Or or the one time you make it to closing time and he walks you to your car 😍😍

This reads like a love letter to Hobie and I love it ❤️❤️❤️

[phpruitts]

Phoebe feels herself panting, heavy and deep lungfuls of air that do little to soothe the fire in her chest and stomach. It just wasn't enough oxygen for her cells. It just wasn't enough— everything.

Phoebe needs more everything, and Raf is clearly going to give it to her.

You got me baby.

I'm right here.

A jagged sort of whine escapes her when Rafael shifts his hips upwards, thrusting deeper, working himself deeper into her core. Fucking— heavenly. Every nerve ending within her feels alight, taut pleasure building in her abdomen, but it was more than just that. It was feeling connected. Bound together, with words and kisses and actions. Phoebe wants to prolong that feeling for forever. Can she? If she's good enough, would Rafael never want to leave the tiny little walls of her apartment? Maybe they can always be this in sync— eyes blazing, hearts blazing, gaze fixed on each other. Fuck. Okay, yeah, she really does want him to stay, god, when has she ever wanted a man to stay so badly. No man had ever shown up to her door on Christmas eve, no man had ever dropped walls like this. Let her patch him up.

Rafael looks up at her, calls her beautiful, and peels the oversized shirt from her flushed body with the simplest of motions.

He wants to look at Phoebe while she rides him.

Well.

She had better make it worth looking at.

There's not a second of wasted time as Rafael buries his face into the plush of her breasts, and that makes her grin, makes her lift a hand up to caress the back of his head, soothing, encouraging, gentle, playing with his curls with an idle sort of playfulness.

"Ah— I like you in there," she murmurs, though her tone quickly turns strangled once Rafael wraps his mouth around her breast— all this after just reinforcing how much he thought about her. Thinking about her body. Her tits. The way she got off on his cock.

His words send a jolt of pleasure right at her molten core.

Harder, her hips snap harder, faster, pressing up against his own, trying to extract every bit of pleasure she can for both her and Raf. She wants him feeling euphoric. She wants Raf blissed out.

And then his tongue rolls over her nipple. And her back arches.

'I think I’m fucking obsessed with you.'

"God," she whines.

Oh, god, why was Rafael now saying what Phoebe was thinking? It was as if he'd been doing that the whole night.

"I am fucking obsessed with you,"

One arm tightens around his neck, the other hand buries deeper in his curls, and fuck, Phoebe can't look at Rafael for any longer without feeling the prickling heat behind her eyes intensify, something tight in her throat, like a coal was burning in her chest—

"I want to come up with a reason to get you here every day."

Was she being too much? Admitting that? Everything feels loose and dangerous inside her— she keeps rolling her hips, pressing down on that delicious friction, and the feeling of Rafael's hands, and his tongue, the connection she feels right now. Well. She was simply burning up. Raf burned her up, and it was the most lovely, gentle, pleasing fire she had ever experienced.

Rafael didn’t think a more perfect moment existed. Spending the very early hours of Christmas morning with Phoebe — arguably one of the most important people in his life. When had that happened? It certainly wasn’t overnight, but sometimes it felt that way.

And it made everything feel better.

Each time they had sex, each time they fooled around or kissed or touched or existed in the other person’s presence — it felt so much better. As Phoebe rolled her hips on top of Rafael, he squeezed her hips tightly. She felt so good. She always did, but something about that moment — after Phoebe had just cared for him so tenderly, after she’d just spent minutes of her Christmas morning cleaning and bandaging his wounds.

Rafael reclined back on the seat slightly, staring up at her, watching in awe at the way she moved. He slid his hands beneath her t-shirt, gliding them back up to her breasts. He squeezed tightly, with both hands, massaging her flesh as she rode him.

“Fuck,” Rafael whispered. “You got me, baby. I’m right here,” he assured her. He did what he could — thrusted his cock upward, deep inside of her, despite the slight stinging at his side. It didn’t fucking matter to him. The pleasure outweighed it all.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” Rafael said. “I wanna look at you while you ride me.”

Rafael lifted Phoebe’s t-shirt, pulling it over her head, tossing it onto the empty cushion beside them. It’d be sin to leave that t-shirt on, Rafael thought.

He sat up once more, burying his face in between her breasts. He kissed at her chest, wrapping his arms around her back. His fingers brushed over her spine gently.

“I think about you like this all the time,” he whispered. “Getting off on my cock. And your fucking body…”

Rafael gently bit at one of her breasts.

“Your tits.” Rafael smirked, wrapping his mouth over her right breast. His tongue gently rolled against the flesh there, over and over, pulling away only so he could focus on the other side.

“God. I think I’m fucking obsessed with you.”

[mollysunder]

Why does Silco choose to stand like this? This is why Jinx can't either stand or sit normally.

[introspectivememories]

touch-starved bernard dowd is sooo canon to me

[maskedbyghost]

when simon wakes up in a hospital, the last thing you expect is for him to grab your hand, pull you close, and say, “hey, there you are, love.” his voice is so soft, so sure, it leaves you speechless. you stare at him, half in shock, because this is ghost—simon riley, the one person who’s kept every feeling locked up.

“simon, do you… do you remember anything?” you ask, testing the waters.

he blinks, looking at you with confidence. “of course, i remember. you’re my wife.”

you freeze. his wife? this is new, and you’re not sure where he got the idea, but before you can correct him, johnny walks in, taking one look at the two of you and biting back a grin. he leans in, whispering to you, “maybe just… go with it for now, eh?” he’s got that teasing glint in his eye, and something tells you there’s no harm in humoring simon for a bit, if it can be helpful for his recovery.

so, you go along with it. and to your surprise, simon doesn’t act confused—in fact, he’s more open with you than he’s ever been. suddenly, he’s holding your hand like it’s the most natural thing in the world, always looking for you, keeping you close, calling you “love” or “darlin’” in front of everyone. he’s even got that soft smile every time you catch his eye, one that makes it hard to remember this isn’t real.

the team’s amused but supportive, playing along with the whole story. simon keeps asking you little things, like what your favorite meal is, or how you usually spend your days when he’s away, as if filling in gaps in a life he believes you share. you find yourself answering with things that feel so genuine, and the way he listens—focused, attentive—feels more intimate than anything you’ve shared before.

one day, you’re patching up a minor scrape on his hand, and he just watches you, eyes soft, like he’s memorizing every detail. “i don’t know what i’d do without you,” he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. it’s so genuine, so open, that for a second, you forget it’s all just part of his memory loss.

then, one night, he pulls you close, resting his forehead against yours, eyes serious. “do you ever think about us?” he asks softly, like he’s trying to get at something just out of reach. “how we’d be if things were… different?”

you’re not sure how to answer because there’s no script for this. “sometimes,” you admit, feeling a pang of something deep and unspoken. and for the first time, you’re almost grateful he can’t remember—because maybe, just maybe, it’s the only reason he’s letting himself be this vulnerable with you.

as the days pass, you start catching little glimpses, small things that make you wonder if he knows more than he’s letting on. he catches you watching him once, and instead of asking why, he just gives you this little smile, one that feels like he’s in on the secret. and just when you’re starting to think this is all some kind of twisted dream, he pulls you aside.

“i know i’m supposed to remember,” he whispers, “but i don’t want this to end. not yet.”

it’s in that moment you realize the truth. he’s been aware all along—he’s been pretending just as much as you, holding on to this fragile, temporary illusion because, maybe, he needs it just as much as you do.

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hii!! i'm backkk!! send some requests plsss, byee <333

@daydreamerwoah @spicyspicyliving

[theorist-fox]

Some more insecure Simon Riley talk, because he's precious.

18+

Word count: 1.4k

CW: nothing, just smut. Simon finds you in lingerie and has a stroke. I love him your honor.

Masterlist 🦊

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Simon, who is not sure what to do with himself the first time you welcome him home in nothing but lingerie.

He’s so unbelievably tired, dropping his clothes on the floor of the bedroom without even lifting his head. Mumbling apologies to you—how he’ll clean tomorrow, how he just wants to go to bed and sleep fourteen hours straight, right now. Bonus points if you hold him through the night, too.

Yet you’re not replying, but he’s seen your silhouette in the darkness; he knows you’re awake because you whispered a soft “Welcome back” when he walked in the room. His heart pounds in his chest, his palms get clammy—he thinks he’s overstepping lines by not giving you the attention he thinks you deserve.

So, as he unzips his pants, he lifts his eyes to look at you, and fuck—

You’re lying on your side, propped on your elbow, chin tucked in your palm. Perfect tits covered in sheer fabric, burgundy and black, your nipples peeking through. The soft line of your waist is bare—he follows it with his eyes until they land on your hips. Ornated lace curves around your hipbone and thins into see-through, dark fabric over your mound. Two strips of silk clasp your knickers to a pair of thin stockings that cinch the fat of your thighs, and the sight makes his mouth water.

“Welcome back,” you say once again, this time with soft amusement.

He looks like a proper idiot. Hand still on his crotch, practically feeling how his cock comes to a stand at the mere sight of you.

He gulps. Feels a little lightheaded. “F’ me?”

You smile, chuckling softly but not derisively. Simon follows your hand as you guide it over your belly, up to the valley of your breast, as if you’re there, showing the goods he can pick and taste.

“For you.”

Simon is stunned into silence again.

Fuck is he supposed to do, uh? He’d be content just looking at you lying there and looking like you came out of a magazine, instead of touching you and potentially ruining what you did just for—for him?

He must not have noticed how his whole body (aside from his cock) has gone into standby—entered sniper mode. He's quiet, breaths reduced and silent, eyes attentive and narrowed.

It's a handful of seconds that leave you uncomfortable, as your plastic pose softens, your smile faltering at the corners.

“You don’t like it?” You ask, trying to sound steady, but he picks up the nervousness in your tone right away.

He won’t let you have it, obviously. He snaps out of it and takes you in for what you are: a fucking present, on his bed, wrapped in strings and bows and lace like gift wrap.

“Shoulda guessed it was too much, maybe. Should’ve gone for somethin’ soft—"

Simon is on you in seconds. Grabs your face in his hands and smashes his lips to yours something fierce, nothing like you’ve ever experienced before. No hesitation. Simple, tangible desire. Scorching lust. Want. Need—fuck, he’s never kissed you like this.

Your eyes lose their surprise, and they slowly surrender to him—hands wandering down to help him out of his pants and briefs. And then you wrap your arms around his neck, grazing his scalp with your nails until he shivers.

Simon thought there was nothing comparable to the softness of your skin against the harder patches of scars freckling his abdomen. But he’s proved wrong when he feels the rough texture of your lace scratch his chest and his hips—it has him leaking embarrassingly quick.

He’s all lips and tongue as he races down your chest, sloppy kisses leaving a burning trail between your tits, down your belly, settling on your cunt covered by thin mesh.

Simon looks up at you, holding your thighs between thick fingers, smushing them against his cheeks. His eyes are hooded, dark, different. He tilts his head and bites into the plump flesh within reach—not enough to hurt, but sure enough to taste. Mercifully passes his tongue over the teeth marks before biting into it again, until the sting has you arching your back off the bed.

And he never breaks eye contact, which leaves you dumbfounded and flustered to the bone—because where is this confidence coming from? You’re wide-eyed and biting your own teeth in anticipation—this is all new and all the more exciting.

His kisses travel from the lines of your stretch marks up to your sex, where he doesn’t even bother moving the gusset of your knickers, and he just dives in.

Tongue flat against your cunt, drenching the sheer fabric with his spit and your moisture. Your moans are so soft compared to the sloppy mess he’s making of you down there, his insecurity blessed by a sort of beginner’s luck. Or maybe he’s just that hungry, and that is enough for your cunt flutter around nothing anyway.

You’re speechless when he finally lifts himself up, slotting his hips between your kiss-bitten thighs. His cock lands heavy on your pelvis, painting your lower belly with speckles of sheer precum. Head swollen and red right above your belly button.

You look at him wide-eyed, on your back, stock-still—anticipating his next move with your heart rate spiking.

He takes you completely by surprise (once again? In one night? Who is this man?), when he moves your knickers to the side, and instead of plunging in, he slides his cock between your folds and snaps the lace back above it. And then he starts rutting in shameless abandon, holding you steady by your thighs, letting the sheer fabric of your panties cover his tip and half of his shaft, as he runs himself back and forth over the surface of your pussy.

“M’gonna ruin it, sorry.” He croaks, as one of his hands comes to clumsily grab your tits through the lace. “So fuckin’ pretty—fuck—bloody hell, you—”

You coax him to go on with breathless moans because he’s never looked more breathtaking than he does now. Tiny drops of sweat drip from his forehead onto your belly, cheeks flushed and long lashes fanning his cheekbones. His lips yield a grunt each time the lace scratches his shaft. Your breath hitches each time the head of his cock catches your clit.

“Gonna buy ya a new one, yeah?” He grunts, looking down at the wet patch his cock is making through the lace. “Gonna buy ya fuckin’ ten.”

He’s never been this vocal, and you don’t dare to mouth a whisper in case he catches himself in the act. Not even when you cum, a short and stinging orgasm that makes your clit burn at the friction, do you dare to moan. You tilt your head back and shut your eyes, neck corded in the strain to keep it in, flushing with warmth in unbearable silence.

You think you hear his voice crack through the cotton in your ears when you come back down from your high. “Fuck—God, fuck. Wha’ a gift, eh? F’ me. All f’me.”

He pulls back a few moments later, taking his cock out of your panties and into a thick hand. A few pumps, and he cums on your lace, painting your belly and your cunt in glistening white.

He’s panting as his hand languidly comes to a halt. Chest flushed and with a thin layer of sweat over it.

“Sorry,” he murmurs, clearly dizzy—as if he needs to apologize for this. “I ruined it. I—just—gonna go grab somethin’ to—to clean y'up, wait 'ere—Jesus Christ.”

He slowly comes to stand, knees popping and legs shaking as he stumbles to the bathroom.

You look down at the spurts of cum covering your stomach and staining the lace of your panties, and then you flop your head back onto the mattress, wide eyes locked to the ceiling.

A chuckle of disbelief escapes you, still in shock from the sudden switch in behavior. And you think, when he comes back with a towel to clean the mess he’s made on your skin, that you might have to take another trip to the shop this weekend—buy yourself a new little piece.

But later, then, he falls asleep with his head on your chest, fingers lazily toying with the lace of your bra (because he’s asked you to keep it on, you know—“Like how 't feels”), and so you move up your shopping a little—already on your phone, running your thumb to skim through pinks and blues, laces and silks.

You might just order a new one right now.

It’s at that moment that he shifts in his sleep, slipping his hand under the band of your lacy bra and curling his fingers around your breast.

You change your mind.

You might just order ten.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

keeping LOGAN HOWLETT company when you notice him having a bad day

implied fem!reader. grumpy x sunshine. fluff

idk when this is set, bc xmen timelines confuse the fuck out of me. and yeah sorry, another fic for him. I can’t stop with ideas, im like a freight train

It wasn’t always easy to deal with Logan when he was this way – his grumpy, closed-off self retreating into his once far more reserved ways. Sometimes after a bad day he’d shut himself off, only finding the comfort at the bottom of an empty whiskey bottle. 

He has to remember he has you now. He’s no longer alone.

He’s out on the porch, sitting on the steps, elbows on his knees with a crystal tumbler clasped in hand. It was starting to rain, the clouds spitting as if to add insult to injury – the weather mirroring his feelings. 

You wanted to give him time – give a moment for him to come to you. But as you see the rain fall harder, his exposed self sitting under a heavy patch of downpour, you grab your umbrella from its nook by the front door. 

You open the door slowly, trying not to startle him with the abrupt noise. 

“Hi,” you say, voice soft. “Can I keep you company?” you ask, hesitant footing keeping you in place.

He nods, moving the bottle from his side to between his booted feet – making space for you. He keeps his eyes ahead, looking out into the forest.

You sit beside him, holding the umbrella higher up to shield you both, scooting in closer when you notice parts of him left out under the covering. 

“Do uh—” you stall, turning to look at the side of him. “Do you want to talk about it?” you question, speaking carefully as not push him away further. 

“Nothing much to say,” he murmurs, words quiet and distracted as he swirls the amber liquid in the glass – eyes focused as he watches its motion.

You pause and fiddle with the handle of the brolly, uncertain of what to say. It wasn’t that you were uncomfortable, but instead, it was the opposite. You were so comfortable that you didn’t want your keenness to act as a repellent. So you wait, trying to find the words he wants to hear. Not what you think he wants to hear. 

And then you realise, the reason it was so hard to find words, is because no words should even be said at all. Words often hold no meaning, but actions, they do. He doesn't want verbal comfort, but instead something physical, something silent and earnest. 

So you rest your head on his shoulder, leaning into him as if to voicelessly show your care – the act sweet and gentle. He raises his glass to take a sip only to pause, pulling it away as if he was questioning its use. His eyes focused on the small amount at the bottom like he was debating with himself.

But he decides against it, placing the tumbler aside – his now free hand finding itself reaching over your shoulders to pull you into him. He takes the umbrella from your hand, holding it as he shields you both from the rain – replacing your job as he thought it to be his.

And like him, your hand now empty, you find yourself reaching behind him – wrapping an arm around his back as if to further the comfort. You nuzzle your head into his burly shoulder, nestling against him as you both look out into the vast expanse of greyscale brown and green. 

“I’m here when you’re ready.”

[mrshigurumasshop]

Summer Mornings | Fushiguro T. ~ the one where toji wakes up to a pretty view in the mornings

─➭ pairing: husband!fushiguro toji x fem!reader

─➭ mentions of: little bit of nsfw (boob sucking/somno), fluff

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One thing that Toji is most thankful of are the mornings on the days he has off from work. He would still wake up before you even though he slept in and during that time before you wake up, he just admires you. His wife.

Especially on summer days.

Gods, you were a sight for sore eyes. He’s happily admitted to you that this part of you in the morning is the best. It’s your bare and most vulnerable self that no one will ever have the chance to see.

These mornings is when he’d roll over to face your sleeping form and find how your body is comfortably splayed out on your side of the bed. Your hair is in some form of disarray, one arm over your head while the other is thrown over your torso, and your mouth is open enough to let out your soft snores. He studies your face, letting his eyes graze over the blemishes and moles you have here and there. Then depending on the day he’d be able to count how many pimple patches you have decorating your cute face. Sometimes he’d count one or two star patches on your forehead or chin.

Your soft lips have a faint rose color from the lip balm you put on before you to bed every night. He swears he could die happily feeling your lips against his.

His eyes then rake down your face to your neck and chest to see how the sun hits your body just right to make you glow so naturally. If it’s really hot by the time he wakes up he’d see a very light layer of sweat on your neck and chest. The ends of your hair in the background are being lightly blown away from the fan that was placed facing the bed for more cool air. He can see that your cropped tank top and panties are doing to no little by making you cooler as you’d move every so often in discomfort.

The light layer of sweat can also be seen back on your glowing face. Your hairline has a slight glisten to it and your cheeks feel warm to the touch as he lightly caresses the back of his hand against them. The said hand would gently move down towards your chest where one of your tits had been peeking out from your top.

Fuck, your tits… is a blessing from whoever it is from above.

Toji lets out a strained groan as his fingers would graze over your perked nipple. He’d shift his body closer to yours; near laying his head on top of your chest he has to stop himself from indulging too fast but, fuck it, who cares?

Toji whimpers the second he starts sucking on your pretty tits. He can never get enough of them by having them first thing in the morning. But sucking them like his life depended on it just wasn’t enough. He’d start giving you love bites on and around your nipple as his moans. His arms are completely wrapped around your waist as he tangles his legs with yours and that’s when he hears those oh so beautiful gasps.

“Toji…,” you softly whine. Your husband moans in response as he suck a little harder while he feels your nails run through his dark hair. “Toji, it’s hott,” you whine with a laugh.

You softly tug on his hair to pull him away and he smiles up at you as he trails kisses around your nipple. “Just lay back and enjoy, pretty girl,” he then sloppily kisses your nipple not once but twice before saying, “Mmm, and good morning.”

You softly laugh out a sweet “good morning, honey,” as you let him go back into his blissful state.

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[buckyalpine]

18+ Sometimes I get an idea in my head and you'll hear 10 versions of the same thing, word for word, I swear (iykyk). I'm sorry. Just a little in coming fluff, angst and smuttt. We're giving him the ending he always deserved. This is a mess of my brain vomit.

Sergeant Barnes who can't help the crush he has on the sweet nurse stationed at his camp, always finding ways to talk to her, even if it means interrupting her in the middle of the way, wagging his finger around the tent because he has a dire papercut.

She'll patch him up every single time with a shake of her head, telling him to be more careful and he'll say yes mam, just to be back in the same cot the next day like clockwork.

Sergeant Barnes who walks her to her quarters every evening and bids her goodnight with a tip of his hat, always a gentleman. He never misses an opportunity to hold the door open, fetch extra supplies, grinning all while she tells him to get back to his work, worried he'll get in trouble for always helping her.

Sergeant Barnes who has a flirty little mouth on him, never missing a moment to tell her how lovely she looks. She dismisses everything he says, after all there's no way he could see her that way when she's sweating, covered in grime and blood aftering bandaging up different men.

Sergeant Barnes who wonders if she feel the same way when catches a tear roll down her cheek the first time she has to sew his injures. Her hands work quick and steadily keeping a straight face until the last dressing is placed across his abdomen. He's seen her do the same thing to plenty of others, sending them on their way right after but not him. She checked over him again and then once more, insisting he rest for an additional night before he was off again.

Sergeant Barnes who didn't realize it would get this far. He only intended to kiss her, he really did but the surprised little whine she let out was too much. How could he left her go when he hands clutched onto his uniform tighter, lips parted, letting his tongue lace with hers.

He made love to her that night.

Sergeant Barnes who took his time touching every bit of her body with softness, laying her in bed and covering her with the sheet when she shyly looked away. He didn't need much more than that, happy to feel her bare skin on his while he felt her lips flutter against his neck, he may as well have died and gone to heaven.

Sergeant Barnes who doesn't rush a thing while he pumps his cock, letting his swollen head rub though her slit while letting her know much he adores her. How perfect she already is. She whispers a please in his ear and he starts to push himself inside, his length already throbbing with need.

"I know angel, I know" He coos at the gasp she lets out, his hand coming up to caress her cheek, his thumb stroking her skin. "S'just me doll, s'just me you're feeling"

He stretches her slowly, after all his sweet angel has never felt anyone else. Her face hides in his neck, panting as he fully sheaths himself, cuddling her body, rubbing her back.

"S-so big, Sergeant" is the best she can get out and he has to force himself to not cum on the spot. He starts to move, holding her tighter because he didn't expect to struggle this much.

"I love you" He rasps out, it's all he can say without running his mouth, spewing all the things that were in his head. He really can't take it. His mind is working faster than he can comprehend. There were a thousand sweet things but that wasn't the issue. He bit his tongue from confessing she caused all his wet dreams, making him feel like a teenager all over again. That her pussy was so tight, he was leaking in her. That it felt too good, he felt like a virgin too, his cock was so sensitive like never before, fuck, she had to unlock her ankles that were wrapped around his waist-

"M'close" He pants, eyes locked with hers hoping she understands- "M'gonna cum, I-fuck, i'm cu-mph" His eyes grow wide in surprise when she tugs his dog tags and pulls him down for a kiss, her legs still wrapped around him, every bit of his cum filling her up.

"I love you too" she nuzzles her nose with his, relaxing in his hold as they drift off to sleep.

He holds her extra tight that night.

There was a war happening and tomorrow wasn't always promised.

Especially not when he had an assignment the next day.

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Sergeant Barnes who dragged himself through hell and back, limping half sewn up with that cute little blush on his face cause he can't wait to see her again after months of nearly dying, losing men, the only thing that kept him going was getting to see-

Where was she?

"Has anyone seen Nurse y/l/n?" He frowned when the other nurses shook their heads as he searched, his worry increasing when he finds her things gone. He nearly sends off a search party until a close friend of hers quietly gives him an address. She says very little, only sending him off with a wink and a good luck.

He's utterly baffled when he sees the address is that of his own? Surely there was a mistake. That doesn't mean he'll waste anytime. The war was over anyway, injuries be damned, he's moving as fast as he can.

He sets off home, knocking on the door, his can't wait to find her again and he's missed his family soo much-

"Jamie!!" His sister throws her arms around his neck and he stumbles back, hugging her tightly, "Mama, Jamie's home!!" He doesn't let go of her as his mother runs to him from the kitchen, tears already streaming down her face.

"Sweet boy" She takes his face in her hands, looking him up and down. Her baby boy is back in one piece and that's all that matters.

Well, sort of.

"I missed you ma-ow!"

"I raised you better, you worried those poor angels to bits"

Angels?

He isn't given a chance to ask anything when she gives him a wack with a rolled newspaper, ushering him to go to his room, slipping something into his pocket before sending him off.

Sergeant Barnes who can't believe his eyes when he sees her again. Her pretty face. Same perfect eyes. Perfect nose. Perfect lips. All of it turns blurry from unshed tears because the only thing that was different now was a very round baby bump.

"Y'came back" Her voice melts into a sob seeing him standing at the doorway.

"I missed ya" He whispers against her hairline, kissing her repeatedly, his hands cradling her rounded belly, his little baby kicking against his touch. "M'so sorry angel, wish I was here-

"You're here now" she sniffled, inhaling his scent after waiting for him to come back, not knowing if he was hurt or alive, the thought breaking her heart. "We waited"

"Daddy's here" He kisses her tummy, holding her extra close again after months of waiting. Dreaming. Hoping.

He asks her to marry him. His ma wouldn't give him her wedding ring for just anyone.

A baby boy. 2 years later, a little girl. She asks for a kitten. They name her Alpine. Another little boy 3 years later.

Perfect.