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tbaluver · 19 days ago

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Hewoo! I'm so so soo weak for your family fluff headcanons aaa can I request a scenario of the little kiddies of LADS men sneaking off with reader's phone and made a video call to their papas because they've been away from home and/or simply making a silly video call to brighten up their papas day? 🥺🫶🏻

˗ˏˋ Incoming Baby Call!˗- The Love And DeepSpace Men

featuring ( in order ): xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, caleb genre: fluff fluff summary: your child(ren) sneak off with your phone to call them a/n: hihi anonnie! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ WAHHH THANK YOU MWAH i love writing them as dads like i fear i want no husband as long as its them .·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·. this one is not beta read so i apologize for any mistakes! i have so much wip of them as papas that i hope to post soon <3 anyways i hope i did this request with justice ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ i hope you enjoy reading! (∩˃o˂∩)♡ any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

Xavier was exhausted and hungry, his mission dragging on longer than he’d hoped. He couldn’t wait to get back home, pick up some dinner for his family, and finally relax. He couldn’t wait to wrap up this mission and be back home with you both.

Just as he refocused on tracking the wanderer, a soft ringtone caught his attention. Without a second to spare, he answered once he saw your name flash through his screen. But instead of you, his little boy appeared instead holding his plushie-shaped cookie.

“Hi, little buddy.” Xavier smiles softly. His son, as usual, flashes a cute peace sign in front of the camera. It was a little habit he did whenever there was a camera around and it’s a habit that you both hope he’d never outgrow.

“Papa,” his son whispers, holding up the tiny plushie to the screen as if he were offering it to him.

“Are you offering me a bite?” Xavier asked, playing along as his son nodded eagerly. “Thank you. It tastes great,” He adds, pretending to chew thoughtfully and giving a mock critic nod. “I think we should get more of these.”

It warmed Xavier’s heart to see his son share food even through the screen. Perhaps it’s something he’d watched you both share meals often and picked up on it. “Don’t forget to share with mommy too, okay?” His son nods enthusiastically, his chubby cheeks puffing out. “By the way, where is mommy?”

His son placed a finger to his lips to quietly shush him as he tilted the phone to the side, revealing you peacefully napping close to him, a plushie tucked under your arm. Xavier chuckles softly, not wanting to disturb you.

“Alright, let’s keep it quiet so we don’t wake mommy up okay?” He whispers, “If you take a nap now, I’ll be home before you know it.”

His son nods sleepily as he snuggles up closer to you. Even in such a small and simple moment, Xavier couldn't help but feel grateful. It reminded him just how lucky he was to come home to a family with so much love.

Zayne:

It was another busy night at the hospital. Multiple reports to go through before checking up on several other patients who are waking from surgery in a few hours. Another stressful night, but he’ll manage like he always does. Just as he was about to settle down in his seat, he checked his phone.

11 missed calls

Concern floods his body as he immediately calls you, only to find your baby daughter on the other end. “Papa!” She coos, her sweet little smile makes him feel slightly relieved.

“Hi my love, where is Mommy?”

“in the bafroom,” She replies casually, his heart easing. That would be correct, her snowman pajamas tell him that you both should be getting ready for bed right about now. “Papa! I miss you..Are you going home now?” She pouts into the screen and Zayne only chuckles into the camera, adjusting his glasses.

“Not yet my love.” He says softly, her pout deepening further. “I’m sorry but it seems that I’ll be here for a while.” His heart twinges at his own words. As much as he hates to disappoint his daughter, he knows this is a part of his job, something she’ll understand better as she grows older.

“But whyyy? Can’t you work here instead? You look tired papa.” She whines with pleading eyes, hoping this time she can make her father come home early again.

He chuckles, he must’ve heard you both talking about his reports in the morning and mistaken it for something like homework. “Not tonight my love. Unfortunately, some patients need me right now”

She pouts, her head turning away, and he can’t help but feel worried. Did he upset her? He would hope not, he would want her to sleep well tonight. Maybe he should come home early or he can make it up by getting secret sweet treats together again.

“Papa, how about I read you a book then?” She asks, breaking his thoughts. She held up a book that she’s been practicing with. Maybe she noticed the bags under his eyes from the lack of sleep and is trying to cheer him up in her own little way.

“Of course,” A smile tugs on his lips as he adjusts the phone so he can hear her better. She opens the book, sounding out each word with Zayne occasionally helping her with the tricky ones. His heart swells as he watches her, she’s already growing up so fast.

She stops reading when he hears your voice in the background, asking her what she’s doing. “I’m talking to papa, mommy! I’m reading to him right now” You chuckle, thinking she was talking to a picture of him on your phone again but don’t realize she’d manage to call him this time.

“Sorry, Zayne! We can call you another time!” You quickly grab the phone to see your handsome husband’s face on the screen. You know at this hour isn’t his break but before you can say anything more, Zayne gently cuts you off.

“No, it’s fine. Stay, please. Let her keep going. I haven’t taken my break yet anyway.” His voice softens with a chuckle when he hears her cheer in the background. You smile, adjusting the phone and settling her on your lap. Together, you both help her continue reading her story before you say your goodnight’s.

Rafayel:

Boredom isn’t even the word to cover it. Rafayel felt tired, drained, from the endless back and forth conversations with multiple collectors, sucking away all the energy from him. The more he conversed with them, the heavier his eyelids became. He wanted to yawn, to make it clear how uninterested he was in their never-ending rambling. However, if he did, Thomas would surely give him an earful later or worse another due date for another art project.

He glanced around the room, jealousy gnawing at him as he watched a group of an artist's family admiring art together. He wished you and the kids were here with him. He would’ve had you here if he hadn’t procrastinated to accept the invite, the room’s capacity was already maxed out and the lists of invites were soon closed.

As the collector rambled on, Rafayel could feel his eyes slowly drooping, surely soon enough the glass in his hands would drop. Luckily, just when he thought he might lose the last bit of focus, his phone ringing caught his and the collector’s attention.

“Excuse me, it’s my wife.” The collector nodded, walking away, giving Rafayel the perfect opportunity to slip into a private bathroom.

As soon as he answered the phone, his heart lifted. On the screen were his little bundles of joy. “My little glubs!” A wide grin spread across his face, his eyes lighting up as the kids' tiny smiles beamed back at him. “What are you guys doing? Where’s Mama?" He asks, tilting his head, hoping to catch a glimpse of you through the screen.

“She’s cleaning!” One of the kids chirped, earning a playful shushing from her siblings. Rafayel chuckled, they had definitely taken your phone again.

“Papa, can you come home now? We’re bored and we miss you!” Their pleas echoed from each other, hoping he could understand that they really missed him. His heart ached, he could practically feel their tiny arms reaching out to him through the phone.

“Just a couple more hours and I’ll be home, I promise. Then we can play all night long, yeah?” He raised a brow, tilting his head.

“No Daddy! We made something for you!” One of them piped up, excitement bubbling in his voice.

“Yeah! We made our own art...ex..exa? examission?” The word came out cute, and Rafayel’s sure he meant to say was exhibition. Rafayel didn’t know yet but they had planned to surprise him with their own little art show that you were secretly setting up in the living room. You figured it would be a good idea to cheer him up after a long day without his family. However, you didn’t know the kids would take your phone while they ran off to go ‘play’.

“Papa, you have to come soon or else we’ll close!” His youngest insisted. Raf smiled, realizing this was one of their clever little ways of getting him to hurry home before they had to go to bed.

He paused for a moment, tapping his finger on his chin. His kids waited in anticipation, a playful grin spreading across his face as an idea sparked in his head. “Got it!” He said, snapping his fingers. “I’m coming home now!” The sounds of cheerful giggles erupted on the other side of the line.

Rafayel quickly exits out of the bathroom, Thomas follows behind closely while he asks where does he thinks he's going. Rafayel mentioned briefly that he had another art exhibition that was way more important than this one, making it enough to leave Thomas confused and stop in his tracks.

Sylus:

There’s nothing more infuriating when the tradesmen don’t want to cooperate even if they’re tied up. They whine and complain but the moment they realize no one’s listening, they cry out for help. But before their pleas can even form properly, Sylus silences them with a single look, fear flickering across their faces.

“One moment,” He says, raising an index finger to quiet them. Everyone's attention shifts to his ringtone, a melody of a childish tune unexpectedly playing from the speakers. The tradesmen freeze, exchanging confused glances at each other.

“Bossman said one moment!”

“Yeah, one moment!” Luke and Kieran chimed in, nodding as they let Sylus step away

Sylus taps the green button, his brow furrowing as he sees your name and contact photo flash on the screen. A wave of concern washes over him, did something happen while he was away? But that worry disappears when he sees his daughter's bright, familiar face light up on his screen.

“Daddy!! Hi daddy hiii!!” She chirps, waving excitedly at him.

“Hello, my little dove. What’s going on? Are you and Mommy alright?” He feels the tension in his shoulders ease when she nods rapidly, her little pigtails that you tied bouncing up and down. His heart melted at the sight of her, she looked almost identical to him, with white hair and red eyes yet her personality reminded him so much of yours.

“She’s in the kitchen,” She whispers as if she was sharing a secret. He assumes that she’s taken your phone in secret again. It should be fine, he has taught her to use the phone for emergencies. This wouldn’t count as much as one but he needed to take a step away before he caused one. “Papa, are you okay?” Sylus pauses, taken aback by just how perceptive she is. Perhaps it’s the vein on his forehead that’s threatening to pop. She’s sharp just like her mother.

He exhales deeply. “It’s just a rough night sweetie.”

Her brows furrowed with concern and her pout deepened, pitying her father. How she wished to hug him through the screen. “Papa, how about I sing you a song!” She offers, earning another soft chuckle from Sylus. He always sings her to sleep or cheers her up with a song so it’s no wonder she picked up the habit from him.

“Go ahead, my dove.”

Her vocals were very much like her father’s. When she spots his grin, her confidence grows, making her sing even louder.

“Make it stop!” One of the tradesmen suddenly screams, his voice cracking in desperation. “I’ll give you whatever you want- just please make it stop!” He cries, making Sylus’s ears twitch, the vein in his forehead threatening to make a reappearance.

“Papa, what was that?” She asks, tilting her head innocently.

“I think it was your audience dear. They seemed to enjoy your performance.” Her face immediately lights up, letting out a gleeful cheer.

“Can you give me a moment sweetie? I’ll be right back,” He quickly mutes the call and shuts off the camera. Quickly he extracts the necessary information before the men are lifted from the ground, their feet dangling helplessly in the air as red tendrils swirl around them. Despite their begs and cries, they vanished into thin air, leaving the room finally quiet.

With the problem dealt with, Sylus flips his phone back on. He hears your daughter’s cheerful greeting from the other end of the call, her innocent enthusiasm makes his smile return.

“Looks like you brought some good luck little dove. It seems we’re heading home early tonight.”

Caleb:

It had been a long, grueling shift in the skies. Nothing but endless stretches of blue with a few clouds to break the dullness. The minutes dragged by, each one feeling longer than the last. Caleb sat in his cockpit, his elbow propped on the console and his chin resting on his hand as he gazed at his screen. He could handle a shift here and there but ever since your family has grown, miles away from everything he cared about, it weighed on him.

That’s when a familiar, cheerful ringtone broke through the silence.

Caleb immediately perks up, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips when he sees your name and a photo of you flash on the screen. However it wasn’t you on the other end, it was someone much smaller and cuter and very much identical to him.

“Dad, dad!” The little boy grins ear to ear. Caleb couldn’t help but grin back, the weariness from his shift fading away.

“Hey there, squirt! What’s up?” Nothing seems to be wrong as he reads from his son’s facial expression. “Where’s mom? Everything alright there?” But of course, he just had to make sure. He would not hesitate to fly this ship back around.

“Yeah! She’s in the kitchen cleaning up. I ate all my vegetables just like you said!” His son beamed, making Caleb chuckle, shaking his head fondly.

“Good job! Don’t forget to thank your mom too, alright?” Your son nods enthusiastically, his eyes sparkling but Caleb couldn’t figure out why he could be so hyper until he held up a thick book about the Jurassic era.

“Dad, I finished this whole book!” He said, flipping through the pages to show his dad the pictures. “Did you know black beetles are one of the only creatures that survived the Jurassic era? We should go find some!” His tiny finger lands on a picture of a massive beetle, his eyes wide with awe.

Caleb chuckled, his heart melting at how much his son was almost like him. “That’s awesome buddy. You know, I think-”

Before Caleb could say anything more, a soldier by his door interrupts him. “Colonel, sir-!” Caleb’s fingers twitched, slamming the door shut before he finished his sentence.

He returned his attention to his son, letting him continue his chatter about dinosaurs, and beetles while Caleb would chime in, sharing a little fact or story like how he used to tell you when you were walking on your way to school or just to help you fall asleep at nights.

Time seemed to slip away as Caleb listened to his son’s excited ramblings, the hours of his shift seemed to go faster than he realized. Even though he still had a while to go, hearing the voice of his family was enough to keep him going.

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trulybetty · 7 days ago

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third time is a charm | part one

pairing: dr. jack abbot x gn!reader word count: 1,346 warnings: grumpy x sunshine, waiting on roadside assistance, competency kink is itched, this is pretty tame considering my resume estimated reading time: 6 minutes summary: it seems the universe is intent on throwing you in the path of dr. jack abbot ao3: linked

Third Time Is a Charm Part One.

You’d officially hit every checkbox on the ‘bad decisions in winter’ bingo card. The sun was down, the temperature was offensively cold, and you were leaning against the trunk of your car—that was just far enough out from the spot you’d originally been parked in—that you were blocking anyone from passing, forcing them into the second lane. You were thankful, at least that the side street was quiet. Only one car had been by since your engine had stalled.

Your winter coat—a fifty percent off “thermal-lined” special, you were starting to suspect was an elaborate lie and you’d been ripped off on the whole ‘winter proof’ part—was wrapped tightly around you, and you were gripping your phone like it was going to magically fix things.

It wasn’t.

You’d already called roadside assistance and been told—cheerfully in a false tone that suggested what they were saying wasn’t remotely true and they just wanted you off the phone—that someone would be with you “within the next 90 minutes… or so.”

You’d tried jumping the battery yourself. At least that’s what you think you did. You’d Googled diagrams. The car’s manual. You even watched a video narrated by a man named “Jeff the Mechanic” who kept winking at the camera, distracting you from whatever it was he was saying.

None of it had helped.

So now you were there waiting. And freezing.

Jack was supposed to be asleep by now.

That was the deal. Day shift had screwed him over with a last minute schedule change, and in exchange he was supposed to be done by five. Home by five-thirty. Asleep by six. A solid twelve hours to reset before he went back to his normal night shift rotation. That was the plan.

He was not asleep.

All he wanted was his spot. The one that was a third car length out from the fire hydrant. The only one that didn’t get buried when the snowplows rolls through at night. It’s habit now—come down Liberty, take a right on 48th, ease in, and then he’s five steps from his apartment.

Only that night, the spot is taken. There was a navy blue hatchback that was parked half-assed, like it was trying to attempt to parallel park and thought, ‘eh, good enough’. The hazards were on, and that’s when he noticed someone leaning against the back with the kind of detachment Jack associated with people who don’t realize just how in the way they are.

Jack let the truck idle behind the car for a few seconds. Then he tapped the horn once. Not aggressively. Just a hey. A nudge. Move it.

You looked up.

He could already tell from your expression that this was about to be a conversation, not a resolution. You looked up in surprise, blinking like you’d forgotten that there was a chance of another car turning up. Then you waved, and Jack breathed in a long breath as he muttered under his breath as he put the truck into park.

It was cold. Colder than it had been forecast. Sharp enough to aggravate old bones. His leg ached. The air bit his jawline and he already was regretting giving a shit about whatever was happening there.

“Hi!” you called out, voice muffled by the scarf around your neck, “Sorry, my car’s dead. Battery, at least I think it is. That’s what Google and YouTube seem to agree on.” Jack narrowed his gaze at you like he was debating getting back into his truck and finding somewhere else to park, “But someone is coming!” you quickly added, “should be maybe thirty minutes top… I think?”

“Which company?” he asked, already skeptical.

You squinted. “Huh?”

He points to your phone, “Who’d you call?”

“Oh—uh, roadside assistance,” Jack fought rolling his eyes, “it’s through my insurance. Not AAA, the other one.”

He didn’t need to ask. He knew the other one. The one that never shows up. The one that gets stuck in traffic for two hours and then calls to say they cancelled the request because the technician couldn’t find you where you said you were.

Jack sighed. Long and tired.

He muttered, mostly to himself, “Any idea what killed it?”

You shrug, “I went to go pick up my dry cleaning on my way home—I’m just a block over, they were backed up—maybe I left my lights on?”

He let out a breath that fogged the air as he looked at you with disbelief. He took in how your car was angled behind you—just enough to block the spot, not enough for anyone else to squeeze in behind. He rubbed a hand over his jaw, he needed to shave, the stubble rough on his hands.

This was not his problem. You are not his responsibility. This is not the ED.

Still, he said, “You got jumper cables?”

You looked at him wide-eyed, “Mayyybe? In my trunk somewhere, I think.”

“You want to start looking?” he said, stepping closer, boots crunching through the salt and dirty snow, “you’re parked like shit. And I’ve been up since three. I need you to get this car moving.”

You blinked at him, “So… what? You want me to push it out of the way?”

He didn’t laugh. Just stared. “Pop the hood and find those cables.”

Your brow furrowed, “Wait—are you actually going to help me?”

“No. I’m gonna jump it just enough so I can park and get on with my night.”

Despite the irritation in his voice, you gave him a smile, not offended in the slightest, and turned to dig through your trunk.

After angling his truck in the right position, he popped his hood as you fumbled with your own. The cold was already numbing his fingers through the gloves he didn’t think he’d need today, but he was too tired and too far in on this to complain about it. He looked over your shoulder at your battery and cursed under his breath. It looked like it’d never been touched, corrosion blooming around the terminals.

Despite his better judgement, he connected the clamps and stepped back. “Try it.”

He hoped to god that it was going to work.

You climbed behind the wheel and turned the key. The engine sputtered once. Then again. Then—by some infinite miracle—catches. It sounded awful. A sick, rattling idle like the car was smoking a pack a day.

Jack didn’t look impressed and wondered if it sounded this bad before then.

You leant out of the window you’d rolled down, “It lives!”

“Barely,” he said from behind your hood. He unhooked the cables and shut the hood with more force than necessary. “Get it checked out. Seriously.”

You were out of the car and taking the cables from his hands. “Thank you.”

He was already turning back toward his truck when you add, “Really, I know you didn’t have to stop.”

“I’m aware.”

“I mean, most people wouldn’t.”

“I wanted to park.”

You smile like that explanation was funnier than it was. “Right. So technically, this was a selfish act of charity?”

Jack looked to the late-night sky and exhaled. Long. “You always talk this much, or are you waiting for your car to die out again?”

You shrug with a grin as you rounded to the driver’s door of your car once again, “Only when the audience is this thoroughly engaging.”

That earnt you the barest flicker of something on his face—possibly amusement, maybe exhaustion seeping through.

“Well. Thanks again,” you said before climbing back into your car.

He was back in his truck with the heat turned on up full blast as he watched your hazards switch off and you angled out of the street and disappeared in the direction he’d just come from. He maneuvered into the now vacant spot that should have been his over half an hour ago.

Before he switched off the ignition, he looked at the clock on his dashboard.

6:17

He was supposed to be asleep.

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noyasmashing · 1 month ago

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HI BABES! COULD YOU WRITE SMTH FOR AAA yan!sub Izuku?? With a mean reader!? If not! I just wanna say I love love you’re writing!

Fucking Pathetic ⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ with Izuku Midoriya

₊⊹ CW: Sub!yan!Izuku x dom!reader, a LOT of degradation, breaking and entering, uhh yeah and cum eating :D

₊⊹ Do Not Interact if: <18

₊⊹ A/N: lol this took me way too long to get to. alsooo if your a fan of yan!izu you should read @vampcubus stuff for him, it’s mouth watering

The click of your heels echoes through the apartment as you step inside, your muscles aching after a long day. You toss your bag on the counter, sighing as you shrug off your blazer, leaving you in just your fitted blouse and pencil skirt.

Fucking exhausting.

You toe off your heels, letting them clatter to the floor of your kitche as you pour yourself a generous glass of wine.

Finally.

But just as you bring the glass to your lips—

BANG.

The sound makes you freeze, your eyes narrowing as your gaze flickers toward the hallway.

What the fuck was that?

A quiet, muffled whimper follows.

Your jaw clenches.

Oh, no fucking way.

“Really?” you hiss, setting your glass down with a sharp clink. Your heels echo louder this time as you stalk down the hall, your movements sharp, precise, and full of barely contained rage.

The sight that greets you?

Pathetic.

Izuku’s halfway out the window, his foot caught on the ledge, a lamp knocked over beside him, his body trembling as he struggles to free himself.

“Seriously?” Your voice is ice-cold, making him freeze.

His head whips around, eyes wide, face flushed and guilty.

“Y-Y/N…” His voice is barely a whisper, shaky and desperate, and his lip trembles as he looks at you like a kicked puppy.

But you’re not in the mood.

“Get. Down.”

He doesn’t hesitate. He scrambles off the ledge, nearly tripping over himself as he lands on the floor, kneeling in front of you almost instinctively, his head bowed in submission.

But you’re not impressed.

“Explain.”

“I-I just—” His voice catches, and he’s already shaking, his eyes flickering up to meet yours before immediately dropping to the floor. “I-I missed you… I just w-wanted to see you…”

Pathetic.

“You broke into my apartment again?” You cross your arms, your eyes narrowing as you tower over him.

“Y-Yes,” he whispers, his voice barely audible, his body trembling as he kneels at your feet.

“And what, Izuku?” You take a step closer, your bare foot brushing against his knee. “You thought I wouldn’t notice? You thought I wouldn’t catch you?”

“N-No… I-I didn’t—”

“You didn’t think?” You cut him off, your tone dripping with disdain. “Clearly.”

His body flinches, his head dropping lower, and the way he whimpers under your gaze?

Pathetic.

“You’re fucking obsessed with me,” you sneer, stepping closer until your foot presses against his thigh. “So desperate you can’t even stay away for one day.”

“I-I’m sorry,” he whispers, his voice breaking, and the way his body shakes beneath you?

Pitiful.

“Sorry?” You laugh, a cold, cruel sound that makes him flinch. “You’re not sorry. You’re just fucking pathetic.”

You press your foot harder against his thigh, forcing his knees apart, and the way his breath catches is adorable.

“Look at you,” you murmur, dragging your foot up higher, pressing it against the bulge straining in his pants. “So fucking hard already.”

“I-I—”

“Shut up.”

Izuku’s lips snap shut instantly, his body trembling as he stares at the floor, his hands clenching at his sides.

“Pathetic,” you sneer, pressing your foot down harder, watching as his body jerks, a broken whimper spilling from his lips.

“You can’t even control yourself,” you murmur, tilting your head as you drag your foot along his length, making him shudder. “So desperate for me… you’d do anything, wouldn’t you?”

“Y-Yes,” he breathes, his voice barely above a whisper, his body trembling as he rocks his hips against your foot, chasing anything you’ll give him.

Pathetic.

“Anything?” You smirk, pressing your foot down harder, making him gasp. “Then stay still.”

Izuku’s body goes rigid, his breath catching as he fights the urge to move, but his cock is already twitching, straining against his pants, and the way his body shakes under your touch?

Fucking disgusting.

“You’re such a fucking mess,” you hiss, dragging your foot back and watching as his hips twitch, chasing the friction. “So needy… so fucking pathetic.”

“P-Please…”

“Please?” You laugh, your foot tapping against his thigh, making him flinch. “What the fuck are you begging for, Izuku?”

“I-I…” His voice catches, and the way his face flushes, his eyes glassy and desperate as he looks up at you?

Pathetic.

“You want to cum?” You sneer, pressing your foot back against his cock, making him whimper.

“Y-Yes…” His voice is barely above a whisper, his body trembling as he nods frantically.

“Too bad.”

Izuku’s body jerks as you pull your foot away completely, his eyes widening with pure, broken desperation.

“W-What—”

“You think I’m going to reward you for breaking into my apartment?” You arch a brow, crossing your arms as you stare down at him with pure disgust.

“N-No… I-I—”

“Shut the fuck up.” Your tone is ice-cold, and the way his lips snap shut immediately?

Perfect.

“Get up.”

Izuku blinks, his body trembling as he looks up at you, his eyes wide and confused.

“W-What?”

“I said get up.” Your voice is sharp, your gaze dangerous as you step back, giving him just enough space to move.

Izuku scrambles to his feet, his body shaking, his eyes flickering toward the door like he knows exactly what’s coming next.

“Go home.”

“W-What?” His voice cracks, his eyes going impossibly wide, and the way his lip trembles as he stares at you?

Fucking pathetic.

“You heard me.” Your eyes narrow, your tone dripping with venom. “Get the fuck out of my apartment.”

“B-But…” His voice breaks, his body trembling as tears well up in his eyes, his lip quivering as he stares at you with pure, broken desperation.

“Go.” You point toward the door, your expression cold, unyielding.

“I-I…” His voice catches, and the first tear slips down his cheek, his body shaking as he takes a hesitant step back.

“You can’t even follow orders properly, can you?” You sneer, watching as his body flinches like you slapped him. “Go.”

“Y-Yes… ma’am…” His voice is barely above a whisper, and the way his head drops, his shoulders slumping as he turns toward the door?

Pathetic.

But just as his hand touches the doorknob—

“Wait.”

Izuku freezes, his body going completely still, his breath catching as he turns, his eyes wide and desperate.

“Clean up your mess.”

When you told Izuku to clean up his mess, you weren’t talking about the knocked-over lamp or the scuff marks on your floor.

No.

You were talking about the pathetic, sticky stain soaking through the front of his pants.

Because even after everything—you barely touching him, humiliating him, degrading him—he still fucking came in his pants.

“Look at that,” you sneered, your gaze fixed on the obvious wet spot spreading across the fabric. “You couldn’t even hold it in. So fucking pathetic.”

Izuku’s face burned, his body trembling as he stared down at the evidence of his own failure, tears brimming in his eyes as shame flooded his features.

“I told you not to move.” You took a step closer, your tone dripping with cruelty as you tilted his chin up with the tip of your shoe. “And what did you do?”

“I-I…” His voice was barely a whisper, his lip quivering as he struggled to speak, his eyes glassy and pleading.

“You came in your fucking pants like a needy little slut.”

The sound that slipped from his lips was broken, his body trembling as he fought to hold back his sobs.

“Clean. It. Up.”

Izuku’s breath caught, his eyes flickering up to meet yours—wide, desperate, humiliated—but you didn’t give a fuck.

“Now.”

And he obeyed.

Izuku dropped to his knees, his body shaking as his hands fumbled with the front of his pants, his fingers trembling as he pressed his palm against the sticky stain, trying to rub it away.

But you didn’t stop there.

“Use your tongue.”

His head snapped up, his eyes going impossibly wide, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks.

“W-What?”

“You heard me.” Your voice was cold, unyielding, your expression nothing but disgust as you stared down at him. “You made the mess. Now clean it up.”

Izuku’s body shook as he stared up at you, his breath catching, but you didn’t miss the way his cock twitched despite how wrecked he was.

“Do it.”

And the worst part?

He did.

Izuku’s face was scarlet as he leaned down, his lips brushing against the tip of his finger, his tongue darting out to lick the mess he’d made of himself. His breath hitched, a broken whimper spilling from his lips as he humiliated himself even further, his body shaking as he lapped up every drop, his face burning with shame.

And you?

You just stood there, watching him with a cruel, satisfied smirk.

“Good boy,” you murmured, your tone dripping with mockery as he finished, his face flushed, his lips wet with the evidence of his own failure.

But he didn’t look up.

He couldn’t.

Not after that.

“Now get the fuck out.”

And when he stumbled toward the door, his head bowed, his body trembling, his face burning with shame?

You didn’t feel a single ounce of pity.

Because that’s exactly what he deserved.

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gingerteafairy · 2 months ago

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a peter maximoff fic where he can't sleep so reader helps tire him out by making out w him.. they're probably like besties w a lot of tension ! aaa thank you in advance if this is possible to write.

hehehe it's possible. trust me, im living for besties making out. and im so sorry for taking so long </3

𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬

peter maximoff x fem!reader

tags n warnings: SMUT/MDNI, language, dry humping, mutual masturbation. word count: 1.1k

You only realized how late it was getting when your eyes started losing focus, unable to keep up with the movie’s plot. The dialogue blurred together, the scenes passed without meaning—your brain had already given up on following along. A quick glance at the clock confirmed what you already knew: you really should take better care of yourself, beyond just eating properly.

But still, it was the perfect time for a midnight snack.

With sluggish steps, you got up from the couch and made your way to the kitchen, rubbing your eyes as you searched for something to eat. Your body felt heavy with sleep, your movements slow, and you barely noticed another presence in the room—until you heard the quiet creak of the couch.

Your eyes blinked, waking up a little more when they landed on Peter lying there, legs stretched out, the glow of his phone illuminating his face.

“What are you doing here, Peter?” you murmured, stifling a yawn against the sleeve of your sweater.

“Can’t sleep,” he responded without looking up from the screen, shifting slightly to make space beside him. You didn’t think twice before flopping down, settling onto the couch next to him. “Wanna use matching pfp?” he offered sleepily, lifting one side of it.

“Why? We’re not even dating,” you teased with a small smile, feeling the warmth of the fabric calling to your tired body.

Peter carelessly tossed his phone onto the armrest and, without hesitation, wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer.

“Wanna be my girlfriend?” he mumbled, his voice heavy with sleep, his touch lazy but full of intent.

“I do,” you played along, feeling the comfort of the moment settle pleasantly into your muscles.

He smiled back, a small, satisfied grin, before burying his face into the curve of your neck. Peter’s embrace was warm, comfortable, as if it was shaped just to hold you there.

“Rough day?” you inquired, running your fingers through his silver hair.

“Not really… just stressful,” he exhaled, his big eyes flicking up to meet yours for a moment. “Had to rescue a bunch of people, and no one even said ‘thanks.’”

“That’s tough. You’re always helping everyone…” You sighed, understanding the weight in his voice.

To soothe him, you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. He closed his eyes at the gesture, relaxing a little more.

“It’s… boring.” He sighed deeply before snuggling even closer, burying his face in your neck. His warm breath shivered your skin, causing a small shiver that you tried to ignore. “Is it bad?”

“No…” your voice came out weak, all your effort being used to keep your thoughts away from the heat between your legs as you felt Peter’s nose nuzzling against your neck as he comforted himself on the upholstery.

Peter inhaled against your skin, planting a feather-light kiss on your throat. Your body flinched, pulling him closer as a result.

“Is this bad?”

“No… It’s good…” You mumbled, your nails digging into his back, feeling him press his lips harder, large hands pulling your waist.

“And this?” He asked before sliding his lips over your skin, parting his lips to suck the pressure point, fingers marking your waist.

“Peter…” his name came out slurred, your legs wrapping around his waist, and that was when you felt him pulse on your thigh.

“I don’t wanna do anything you don’t want to do.” He whispered, placing another kiss even more intense than the last.

Your hips thrust towards his pelvis, the wetness now impossible to ignore as it pressed against his hard cock. Peter groaned at the contact, sliding his hands inside your shirt to roll up your back, running his nails lightly on your skin.

Peter thrust his pelvis back against your core, the shorts on your body causing even more friction on your clit, your hips moving in reflex.

You were responding with your body and Peter didn’t want to make you wait. He lifted his head and your lips crashed together hungrily in a desperate kiss. Peter’s hands slipped into your shorts, squeezing the flesh of your bum in his hands, guiding you over your sweatpants.

Your hands pulled his shirt up, scratching his back. You were dripping and he could feel it through the clothing, but he wanted more. Still inside your shorts, he moved one of his hands to your cunt, ghosting one of his fingers into your entrance.

“You’re so wet. So good.” He whispered, inserting a finger and curling it, applying pressure to your spot, watching you tremble and bite your bottom lip. “Do you want me to stop?” He teased, circling his fingertip.

“No—” You moaned, curling your toes as he massaged your nerve point with his thumb. He pulled his finger out, bringing it to his mouth.

“Hmmm…” he hummed, rolling his eyes in delight. “Fuck, you’re gonna kill me. You’re even sweeter on the inside.”

Your stomach flipped at his dirty words and Peter brought his fingers back in, thrusting faster. You pulled his pants down with one hand, his rock-hard cock springing out, hanging slightly to the left. Your hand wrapped around it, fist moving to pleasure him too.

“Hmmm, you’re so turned on I didn’t even have to say anything.” He teased, biting the corner of his mouth as you pressed your fingers harder and moved your fist faster. “That’s it. That’s it, really good. You’re talented. You’re gonna make me finish fast in your pretty hands.”

“Yeah?” You smiled proudly, picking up the pace a little more, watching him close his eyes tightly and put another finger inside you, closing the space between the two of you with another clumsy kiss.

“Shit. I’m close, so close.” He warned, grunting with his eyes closed, his body shaking, thrusting his pelvis to fuck your hand.

“Me too, don’t stop.” You begged and he pulled you closer by the hips, penetrating you faster with his fingers.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, gonna cum m on your belly, okay?” He stammered, his breath hitched, smiling as he saw you nod without being able to speak. “Yeah, that’s it. Oh, fuck. It’s coming.”

Peter opened his mouth, trembling in your hand as the jets came steadily on your belly, staining your shirt. You stopped your hand, but he put it back, helping with ultra-fast movements, the other vibrating inside you, making you come undone faster than expected.

When he stopped throbbing, he removed your hand from his cock and took his fingers out of you, giving your clit a little tap that made you shiver.

“Peter, you—” He shut you with a kiss, putting both hands around your waist, mixing your fluids without realizing it.

“Sorry, I was so fucking hard. Didn't realize I was so desperate, but I’m better now. I promise.” He beamed, pulling up his pants with one of his hands and returning to your waist. With an instinctive caress, your fingers slid through his soft hair again, while the warmth of Peter's embrace slowly guided the two of you to sleep.

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narupilled · 1 month ago

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helllooo!!! you are like a dream come true to me man so many of my fav fandoms aaa... could i req ivan (alnst) hurt to comfort? (completely up to u, but just an idea could be that they had a misunderstanding,, yk miscommunication.. </3) BUT its completely optional ofc feel free to ignore!! hope u have a great day! <3

“ stupid “

૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა Pairings : Ivan / GN!Reader

𐙚 Warnings: hurt to comfort, reader is kinda sensitive!! theyre also very,, self deprecating ,, miscommunication (like. Really miscommunicating) probably an au idk but read it however u want <3

𐙚 You overhear Ivan, your beloved best friend whom you’ve unfortunately caught feelings for, talking to someone about his crush. Being crushed by this, you begin to ignore him to get away from your feelings …

You and Ivan are best friends !

Nobody understood why you stayed with him. To everyone else, they were off put and maybe intimidated by the quiet boy. But, to you, he was the sweetest ever.

You two were attached by the hip, even after he adapted to ‘normalcy’, even after everything you two have been through, your friendship never weakened.

Though, your feelings for him transcended friendship.

‘Stupid, stupid, stupid..’ was the only thing that you could hear in your head right now.

You shouldn’t have been there. You shouldn’t have heard it.

“I think I like them. More than I should.” Ivan’s voice echoed in your head. His voice was much softer, like he felt himself at ease with the mere thought of the person. It hurt.

You had spent so, so long trying to push down your feelings, to convince yourself that he would never see you that way. But even with how much you tried to tell yourself that— he made it so hard.

“Don’t be stupid, I don’t think they even see me that way.” Ivan admitted to the man he was talking to, his laugh sounding almost pained. “I mean.. why would they?”

Even just thinking about it, it stung. You didn’t know why you were being so sensitive about it. It was so stupid.

You felt stupid.

All those moments, all those fleeting touches, the way he always sought you out first— before anyone else.. you had let yourself believe that he could, just for a second, that maybe… just maybe…

But no. It had never been you. It was never going to be you.

Maybe it wasn’t meant to be.

After that, you started pulling away from him.

You weren’t mean about it, though. But you never gave your interactions with him your all anymore. Ivan wasn’t naïve, he noticed it almost immediately.

Though, he did let it drag on. It was fucking painful. You didn’t give him those cute big smiles when you saw him, just a small one. You weren’t clingy with him anymore, the list could go on and on.

Ivan couldn’t take it any longer. Without you, everything felt dull. The things that used to ground him, the little moments that once felt effortless—none of it felt the same.

You were slipping away from him, and he didn’t know why!

All he knew was that he needed you. And yet, every time he reached out, you only seemed to pull further away.

You’ve only made things worse for the both of you by just flat out ignoring him at this point. But what choice did you have? Clinging to someone who already loved someone else would only hurt more in the end.

As you tried to avoid him another day, he snapped.

He stood tall infront of you, he was always so soft. Now he just looks… down.

“You’re avoiding me.” Ivan’s voice wasn’t angry, it wasn’t full of rage. It was something worse. It was hurt.

Seeing him up close like this made your heart skip a beat, even after all the quarantining you did from him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” the shittiest excuse ever spilled out of your mouth due to your nervousness. You mentally beat yourself up for that.

“Bullshit. Don’t pull that on me.” Ivan’s raised his voice. You flinched.

His expression was unreadable, but his eyes— his eyes... they held something raw. Something desperate.

“I don’t understand..” His eyes pierced through you, leaving you nowhere to hide. “Please just tell me what’s wrong.” His voice was softer, desperate, even.

It was too much to handle..! Your vision blurred as you directed your gaze to the ground. “Ivan— I..” All the emotions you’ve been trying to hide cracked through your fake exterior—

His expression softened, clearly concerned over you. “I’m sorry— It hurts so much. Do you— do you know what it’s like to love someone who will never look at you the same way?” With the tears blurring your vision, you couldn’t see how he was reacting to all of this.

“…To spend every second wishing—begging—that maybe, just maybe, you’d see me the way I see you?” Ivan was perplexed. The person of his dreams, confessing to him, but in this way? He didn’t like it. He wanted to see you smile.

You swallowed, your breath unsteady as you finally lifted your head up and forced yourself to meet his gaze.

“I tried to ignore it— I told myself it didn’t matter, that it was better this way. But then you’d look at me like I was everything, and I’d let myself believe it. I let myself hope—“ Your voice wavered, the ache rising through your throat. “And that was my biggest mistake.”

Ivan remained silent, even though he so desperately wanted to kiss your tears away, tell you that it was always you all this time, he let you vent everything out.

“I was so stupid... I should’ve let go a long time ago.” You fidgeted with your fingers, “I’m sorry. I ruined everything.”

You stepped back. For the first time in forever, you wished you’ve never loved him at all.

Ivan, despite his silence, suffered deeply inside. The person he loved, the person he wished he could spend the rest of his life with, was breaking down because of him.

He wanted to reach for you, to pull you close and tell you that you were wrong, that you had always, always been the one. But he had waited too long. He had let you believe in your own made up lie, and you suffered because of it

Now you were looking at him like you regretted everything. Like you wished you had never caught feelings for him.

The thought nearly destroyed him.

“Stop,” he took a step forward to you, barely recognizing his own voice.

Ivan swallowed hard. “You’re not—You were never a mistake. And you were never wrong for hoping.”

“I thought—” He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “…I thought I was protecting myself. I thought if I told you—if I said it out loud—I’d lose you.”

You tilted your head. All the things he’s been saying, all the different feelings were getting you all confused.

Ivan’s voice wavered, but he forced himself to continue.

“I love you.” The words came out hoarse, unsteady, but undeniably true. “I have loved you. Every second. Every moment. It’s always been you.”

Your breath hitched. You just stared at him, eyes wide, disbelief written all over your face. You opened your mouth to say something, but he cut you off.

“…I was talking about you that day. Not someone else. I was too much of a coward to tell you it face to face.” His fists clenched at the sides. “And because of that, I hurt you. I should’ve told you the truth.”

His voice was softer now. He was desperate. He didn’t want some small miscommunication to break everything. “I dont care if you hate me. Atleast just know…” His hands cupped your cheek, rubbing away the fresh tears that had fallen during his declaration of love to you.

“It’s you. It’s always been you. I love you.”

Silence hung between you, the atmosphere heavy and fragile.

Ivan stepped closer again. You dont back away.

Ivan stepped closer again. You dont back away. “..Again. I’m sorry. I overreacted. Definitely.” You sighed, you wrapped your arms around him and he reciprocated.

“I’m sorry too.” For the very first time in weeks, he was at ease.

With you in his arms, the miscommunication problems behind you two, and with something new — something fragile yet full of promise and affection blossoming between you, Ivan lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

And as he holds you close, the weight of his past doubts and heartbreak fades away, replaced by something lighter, something real.

For the first time in a long time, everything feels right.

Author’s Note: HIII HI im so. Sorry this took so long.gang it was kinda bad opening this acxount the week i my final exams are happening… hey…………. School ends like. Next week so…. 🙏🙏 ill be free!!! This was so rushed too im sorry :( anyway!! Ill post my other requests soon <3 love u guys!! OH BTW ANON UR COOL I LIKE YOU

⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ thank you for reading !!! <3

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destinyisastar · 3 months ago

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Dearly Departed pt 2

PT 1

Alastor x Toddler Daughter Reader (PLATONIC)

Summary: After Alastor was able to hold you again after being decades a part, you go along with sinners to the meeting with the seraphrims. However, the meeting does not go as planned and Alastor is forced to leave you behind in heaven. As Alastor is filled with rage he thinks back to the time when he first lost you.

More info: So sorry for the long wait. This has been in the making for a long time. My writer's block has been hitting really bad. There will be a part 3!

Warnings: death, cutting of limbs.

•°. *࿐•°. *࿐•°. *࿐•°.

As Charlie watches Alastor hold his daughter, there was a tap on her shoulder.

“Is…is that his kid?” Vaggie asked still in a bit of shock. Charlie was about to answer when Sera the Seraphim Angel quickly rushed Alastor taking away his daughter.

“PAPA!” You cry out, stretching your arms out to Alastor.

Sera held you protectively, while Alastor was visibly seething, “What are you doing?” The static in his voice rising as he watches you continue to cry.

“You all came here for a meeting, not to toy with the lives of our angels.”

Alastor took a step towards the seraphim, “I would watch what you say...” The antlers on his head begin to grow.

“But Y/n is his daughter Sera! He should be allowed to care for her here even if it’s just for a little while!” Emily the smaller seraphim said, taking Y/n out of Sera’s arms, turning towards Alastor to hand Y/n to him.

Sera sneers at him but it’s quickly wiped away as Emily turns back to her.

“Very well…we’ll take you to your resting area, our hotel…”

•°. *࿐•°. *࿐•°. *࿐•°.

Alastor has yet to let you go, holding you tighter as you all walk to Heavens Hotel. You babble about the new friends you made, the school you attend, the food you eat, anything and everything that comes to your mind.

“And-and then we went to the library for story time! They gots a radio here too! But the songs on there are always so loud!! And theres-Oh Papa look-look!!” You point up to the sky as there were birds of different colors flying by, “Its pretty isn’t it, Papa!?”

“Yes, darling it is…” Alastor nuzzles his head to yours while you giggle.

“This is where you will be staying for the time being.” Sera says to the trio while reaching her hands out to grab Y/n.

“Nu-uh!” You look away from her and nuzzle yourself further into Alastor.

“Its time to go back now Y/n.” Sera tells you sweetly.

“No! I wanna stay with papa!”

“She’ll simply stay with me for the time being! I am her father after all Ha-ha! Besides this is heaven I should be allowed a moment of peace here if I do say so myself!” Alastor says with a grin.

“That should be okay, right Sera?” Emily asks the seraphim excitedly. “We can show them around for the time being! Do you wanna show your papa around Y/n!?”

“Yes! Yes!”

“Then its settled! I’ll wait for you all downstairs!!” Emily squeals.

The little seraphim leaves with an excited wave while Sera stands there for a moment watching Alastor with a frown, then she leaves the room.

Theres a moment of silence that’s broken by Charlie, “Sooo this is your daughter Alastor!?” She faces you with a bright smile, you shyly look away.

“Yes, this here is my little darling, Y/n! Say hello to Charlie my dear!”

You look at the princess, “Hello!”

“SHES SO CUTE!! AAA!” Charlie practically yells out as she squishes your cheeks.

“Never expected you to actually have any kids...” Vaggie tells him.

“There are plenty of things that many do not know of me! I liked to keep it that way.” Alastor grins while handing you off to Charlie. “So! It seems like the tall one doesn’t quite like us….” He says as he walks towards the large windows.

Charlie lifts you up and down in the air, with you giggling as she does so.

“Well, we literally came up from hell…. and you… you definitely aren’t the best person to be talking.”

Alastor laughs, “Oh, how funny you are!”

“So, Y/n! How’s heaven?!” Charlie asks, setting you on her hip.

“Its great! And fun!” You say waving your arms, “They got a lot of things here! Even Museums and, and so much stuff!!” You giggle.

Alastor walks back over to Charlie so that he may be able to hold you again, and you immediately wrap your arms around him.

“Let’s go see the zoo Papa!! Can we go!?! Can we?!” You ask him while jumping slightly in his hold.

“A ZOO!?” Charlie yells out.

“Uh huh!!” You nod your head excitedly. “They gots lots of animals! You can even hold them!”

“Is that what you want to do darling?” Alastor says as he fixes your hair.

“Yes please!!”

“OMG Yes! Let’s go!” Charlie is extremely excited, “Vaggie do you wanna come with us?!”

Vaggie rubs the back of her head, “No I, uh, need a break, but hold a koala for me.”

“Can you imagine it an actual koala AHHH!”

“Are you excited papa!? Are you!?”

“Yes, yes darling lets head out now…” He kisses your forehead as Charlie runs happily past the both of you.

•°. *࿐•°. *࿐•°. *࿐•°.

The zoo was extremely large.

There were different animals, all kinds! Carnivores, herbivores and omnivores. The whole sha bang!

You pulled your Papa by his hand, tugging him along as you point to the different animals, telling him random facts you learned about them from school.

“Look, look Papa!” You turn towards him for a quick second then immediately turn back towards the giraffe, bouncing yourself on your feet.

“Yes, yes, quite tall, isn’t he?” Alastor has never felt more joy in his afterlife. His back is starting to hurt as he is bending down to be more at your level as you point to the many animals. He picks you up and puts you on his shoulders and you hold on to his head (antlers).

Charlie walks behind you both, talking to Emily, excitement in her tone. She takes a glance at Alastor seeing his usual terrifying grin soften.

“Theres even an aquarium and-” Emily stops talking seeing as Charlie is watching you and Alastor laughing.

“When Y/n first got here all she did was cry… it was understandable most of the newcomers are scared especially children, but she mostly cried out for her papa.” Emily turns to look at you, “She calmed down once we found out she had a grandmother here…. still, it’s nice to see her happy.” Emily turns to Charlie, “If… if your hotel works… I may have an idea of my own...” She says smiling.

“What’s your idea?” Charlie asked, a bit intrigued.

“I think it would be good if the souls down below were able to see their loved ones from heaven. You know, if they can see the people they loved before they may want a chance to be redeemed!”

“That sounds….. AMAZING!” Charlie nods in agreement. “Just by seeing Alastor bond with his daughter….it could work.”

•°. *࿐•°. *࿐•°. *࿐•°.

The meeting did not go as planned.

Alastor still held you tightly as Charlie fell to her knees as she found out the one person she trusted most was an exorcist that killed her people.

Sera had decided that there was no proof that a sinner cannot be redeemed, a portal was then opened with a forceful wind that was pushing the trio backwards.

Alastor held you closer to his chest with you desperately trying to hold on to his coat.

“What the fuck do you think your doing?! Huh?!!” Adam cackled in front of Alastor. Adam ripped you from your fathers’ arms with you wailing and screaming.

“NO! NO!! PLEASE!!” You cry out throwing your arms out as Alastor tries to claw his way towards you, leaving indents on the floor.

“I don’t fucking think so!” Lute kicks Alastor in the face making him fall backwards even more towards the portal.

The pressure of the wind makes Alastor’s head fall down, he grits his teeth together as his smile grows, “Y̶͉̖̕͠o̵̩͙̊͠u̴͈̒'̴̧̦̕ṙ̴̖̬̀ę̸̇̑ ̶̧̼͛̎g̸̼͇̎ó̸̖̥̔ǐ̴̪͙̑ń̸͖g̶̱̔̾ ̵͖̀͝t̷̲͗ö̶̺̟́ ̵̰̉r̵̡̀ḙ̴̈́g̵̫͌r̵̳̗̾̅ę̴̂̿t̴͔́ ̸͈͋͗t̶̜̀h̴̞̃a̴͑̀ͅt̴̲̋̐.̴͙̍.̶̖̥̿͝.̷̤͓̈́”

Adam holds you in the air as you continue to cry out, “SHUT UP ALREADY!”

“PAPA!!”

“This fucker is your old man?! I suggest you say your fucking goodbyes now!” Adam throws you to Lute who catches you with ease, he kneels near Alastor, “You never going to see her again.” Adams laughs as Alastor summons his tentacles, but Adam just grins wildly, grabs Alastor by his collar and hurls him through the portal.

Alastor yells out your name, taking one last glance at your tearful sobbing face as you struggle to get out of Lute’s arms.

The portal closes.

His dead heart aches once more as he falls to his knees, he covers his head with his arms as his forehead touches the hotel’s floor. Alastor’s breathe becomes uneven, he then teleports himself to his tower.

He is filled with nothing but rage….just like last time.

•°. *࿐•°. *࿐•°. *࿐•°.

PAST

After burying his little girl, Alastor became nothing more than an empty shell. Nothing brought joy to him anymore. No more radio shows. No more after-school meals. No more bedtime stories. No longer are you here smiling as he cooks. No longer are you dancing on his shoes as music plays in the background as he twirls you around.

Alastor sits by your bedside rubbing his eyes as he takes off his glasses. He takes a look around your room, his gaze drops to a small glass deer that he bought you four months ago. Alastor grabs it and holds it tightly, he raises his hand to throw the figurine to the ground but stops himself and collapses to the floor.

The figurine lays on the ground, Alastor grabs his hair, pulling on it roughly.

“What do I do……?”

“What do I do?!!”

“WHAT DO I DO?”

Then it hits him.

All this anger, all this sadness.

He needs to put this to use.

•°. *࿐•°. *

A hearty laugh is heard from the back of Mimizy’s bar (The Hideaway).

“Oh! Holy fuck! Ha-Ha-ha!!!” The man slams his drink down, smacking his chest to calm himself.

Johnny continues to toy with his glass, moving it side to side, his eyes seemingly have no life in them.

“The hell’s wrong with you?” Daniel asks nudging Johnny with a push.

“I….I still feel sick…” Johnny starts to pull lightly on his hair, “She…she was just a kid..”

“Are you seriously still thinking about that?” Daniel chugs the rest of his beer down and takes out a cigar, lighting it.

“I can’t help it!” Johnny’s mind consumes with flashes of the little girl’s face, her screams of terror, the snap…... “I see her every time I try to close my eyes…”

“You should be happy! I ain’t never seen the boss so happy before!” Daniel laughs, “You deserve that money! This is why we’re out celebrating!”

“I don’t…. feel happy… I can’t feel happy…”

“Stop your bitching already!” Daniel blows out the smoke, “You got paid didn’t you!?”

Johnny shakes his head as he hears Daniel’s continued laughter.

What they both fail notice is the man near the bar, sipping his whiskey with a tight grip.

“Well, who gives a shit about that kid!? I’mma get another one of these!” Daniel says shoving the empty glass near Johnny’s face, he gets up and walks towards the bar standing near the man with the whiskey in his hand.

“Another one will ya pal!” Daniel slams his glass on the table.

The bartender looks at Daniel with disgust in his eyes, “Sorry pal, no can do, your over ya limit here… and you haven’t paid your tab in two weeks.”

Daniel groans and looks around, “You see the guy over there, that lonely fuck,” Daniel points to Johnny who has his head down on the table, “He’s buying for me so put it on his tab and give me another!”

The bartender sighs and pours the beer into the glass, Daniel walks away back to his seat slightly stumbling.

“Hey…”

The bartender turns towards the voice, he squints a little, “Alastor?” he whispers, “What are you doing here, I thought I sent you home hours ago!?”

“Keep sending that loon more beers, say its from an old pal…”

The bartender stares at Alastor for a moment, then sighs.

“You should go home, Al…”

Alastor shakes his head and takes a sip from his drink.

After several more drinks are sent over to Daniel, he finally decides it’s time to head home.

“Come on Johnny…” Daniel burps, “Lets go,”

Johnny has his head down on the table, he seems to be sleeping.

“Haaa fuck it, I’m heading out,” Daniel pats Johnny on his shoulder, “See ya tomorrow…” He stumbles out of his seat and heads to the door.

Alastor lets a couple minutes pass before he stands up, he takes a look over to the sleeping man on the table.

It would be easy to get rid of the sleeping one first, but….. he deserves the pain more…. It has been decided… the drunk will go first.

•°. *࿐•°. *

Alastor follows the drunk on foot, not too close but not too far.

The drunk man stumbles as he walks, he grabs on to a nearby wall, “Ah… shit.” The man spots an alley and walks into it. He stands near a dumpster and begins to throw up.

“Fuck….” He wipes his mouth with his sleeve, he tilts his upwards for a moment to look at the night sky.

That moment is cut short.

A wire is wrapped around the drunk’s neck.

He tries to rip the wire off of him.

Tries to claw his attacker but soon everything turns black.

•°. *࿐•°. *

Daniel slowly cracks his eyes open, he lets out a groan. He feels himself sweating and tries to pick up his arms to wipe the sweat off, but he finds that it is constrained.

“What the fuck is this!” He begins to raise his head but is forcefully pushed back down.

“Ah, ah, ah….stay still…” Alastor says rather calmly as he holds Daniel down by his hair.

“Who the fuck-”

“Stay still pal!” Alastor grabs his knife and slams it near Daniel’s face.

“W-w-what do you want?! You want m-money? I can get you t-that!” Daniel stutters.

Alastor circles around the man on the table, “Money? You think this is about money?” Alastor’s grin twitches.

Daniel starts to tremble but gathers the courage to look at his kidnapper in the eyes, “Oh fuck.”

“Oh fuck, indeed….”

“W-what are you planning t-to do with m-me!” his body starts to shake uncontrollably.

“Why do you look so scared?” Alastor tilts his head.

“J-j-just let m-me go! PLEASE!” Daniel cries out.

Alastor clicks his tongue, “No… I don’t think I will….” He chuckles. Alastor slides the knife over Daniel’s face.

“Now, Danny boy! Care to tell me what my daughters last moments were…” His grin grows tighter.

Daniel huffs.

“Don’t go quiet on me now!” Alastor smacks the strapped man repeatedly. “SPEAK UP!”

Daniel starts to laugh, “Your brat….heh..heheh…hehe..HAHAHA!”

“You think this is a laughing matter?” Alastor walks around the table to Daniel’s right hand, “Tell me….” He places the knife on top of Daniel’s fingers, “do you feel this?” Alastor begins to slice off the man’s fingers off one by one.

Daniel cries.

“OKAY! PLEASE” Daniel sobs, “SHE CRIED!!”

Alastor moves on to the other hand and begins slicing.

“SHE WAS SO LOUD!”

Alastor puts his knife down and goes over to grab his hand saw, placing it on top on the man’s arm.

“Tell me more…” Alastor saws through the man’s arm, rather slowly.

“STOP!” Daniel’s begins to howl with fear.

Alastor grabs the knife that he put down, raises it and stabs the man’s right arm.

“I WANTED HER TO SHUT UP SO, I -I SMACKED HER BUT SHE STILL WOULDN’T SHUT UP!!”

Alastor moves on to the other arm and saws that one right off.

“You hit her to shut her up, you killed her for…..what?” Alastor stands behind Daniel’s head.

Daniel is still crying, his head starts to shake, “LET ME GO!”

“That’s not the answer I was looking for…” Using his knife, he points it to the man’s left eye. “I suggest you speak now.”

“I WANTED THE MONEY!! THE FUCKING MONEY! I KILLED YOUR LITTLE BITCH FOR MONEY!! YOU HEAR ME!! I WANTED THE MONEY!!”

Alastor jabs the knife into Daniels eye.

Daniel screams.

“Money…. FOR MONEY?! YOU KILLED MY DAUGHTER FOR MONEY!?” Alastor starts to laugh.

“THE B-BOSS WANTED Y-YOU TO PAY!” Daniel starts to uncontrollably sob, “SO WE KILLED THAT BITCH!!”

Alastor rips the knife out and stabs the other eye, he continues to stab over the man’s face.

Over and over and over again.

Alastor doesn’t know when the man let out his last breath, he could honestly care less.

•°. *࿐•°. *

Johnny is awoken by the bartender.

“Pal….hey pal! It’s closing time! Go home!”

Johnny rubs his eyes, “Huh? What?” He looks towards the clock behind the bar, “Where’s….where’s Danny?”

“Your friend left thirty minutes ago, hurry on out I have a family waiting for me!” The bartender helps Johnny up, “Don’t forget to pay your tab!”

“Oh…oh yeah….” Johnny reads the receipt and takes the money out of his wallet, handing it to the bartender. “Uh…goodnight, till next time pal…”

“Have a goodnight.” The bartender closes the door.

Johnny walks out the bar still feeling drowsy but his body is filled with emptiness.

Danny told him he shouldn’t care about the girl.

But now the money in his pocket felt heavy.

He wipes his eyes with his hands but immediately retracts them and stares holes into his palms. His hands are shaking.

Johnny puts his hands in pockets and feels the cash.

It burns him.

He crouches down on the sidewalk and covers his ears with his hands.

“I..I don’t want this…. I can’t live like this….” Johnny feels a lump in his throat.

The least he can do his give the money to him…. to the father….yeah….that can be a start…. it wouldn’t make up for what he did but, for now….. this is the least he can do.

Johnny gets up, wipes his tears and begins walking to the home of Mr. Hartfelt.

•°. *࿐•°. *

The porch light is on.

Johnny notes that the blinds are close, but the light insides are on. He feels nervous as he raises his hand to knock on the door.

Should he knock or should he just leave the money on the doorstep? Mr. Hartfelt wouldn’t want to see him…. he probably doesn’t even know what he did. He takes the money out of his pocket, crouches down and places the money on the door mat. Johnny walks down the steps but before he can make it to the last step the door opens.

“Who might you be?”

Johnny stills his back facing the voice behind him.

“Are you alright pal?” The voice sounds sincere.

Johnny slowly faces him, Mr. Hartfelt… father of the girl that he killed.

“I…” he coughs, “I… I just wanted….to give you…” Johnny runs a hand through his hair.

“Something the matter?”

Johnny shakes his head, “Uh… I…”

“Why don’t you come inside?” Mr. Hartfelt smiles warmly.

“What?”

“Come inside…” Mr. Hartfelt opens the door wider, “Its late and you can never be too careful especially since that butcher is around now…”

“Are you sure Mr. Hartfelt?”

Mr. Hartfelt laughs, “Please! Call me Alastor!”

Johnny nods and walks through the door.

“Now I was just about to eat dinner, care to join me?” Alastor leads Johhny to the dinning table.

“S-sure…” Johhny says as he looks around the room, he freezes once he spots a framed photo of a little girl.

Alastor notes this.

“Come now my friend take a seat!” Alastor pulls out the chair for Johnny.

Johnny takes a seat but holds a hand to his stomach.

Alastor stands by the stove stirring a pot, “So! Tell me about your day my friend!”

In front of Johhny is a glass deer, no….it’s a fawn. Its eyes are staring into him. He reaches over the table to grab it.

“It…it was alright.”

“Just alright?”

“Y-yeah… I haven’t really felt g-good for the past couple of days…”

“Oh?” Alastor places a bowl of jambalaya in front of Johnny, “how so?”

Johnny places the glass figurine next to him and picks up the spoon next to him. Wait… when did Mr. Hartfelt set the table?

“Are you going to eat too, Mr. Hartfelt?”

“Of course I am! I recently got my hands on this new meat…. I’ve been itching to try this out… and I thought I told you to call me Alastor! Aren’t we pals?!” Alastor grins as he sets his own bowl down and takes a seat in front of Johnny.

Alastor begins to eat his meal, Johnny takes this as a sign to begin as well.

“Wow… T-this is really good Mr.- oh I mean Alastor!” Johnny says as he takes spoonful after spoonful into his mouth.

“You think so?!” Alastor places his spoon down, claps his hands together, placing his chin on them. He reaches over the table and grabs the fawn, looking at it tenderly.

“Yes sir!” Johnny happily eats his meal. He looks down for a moment, there seems to be something a bit heavy at the bottom of his bowl. With his spoon he scoops it out…its…. a finger.

Johnny drops the spoon.

“Something the matter pal?” Alastor tilts his head.

Johnny takes a quick glance up at Alastor then looks down at the bowl. “I-I thought I s-saw something…” He stirs his spoon around the bowl.

“Oh?” Alastor stands up and walks slowly to the countertop.

“Y-yeah….” Johnny picks up the spoon and watches as the liquid falls down to the bowl.

“I don’t believe there’s anything wrong… it’s my own recipe.”

Johhny takes another spoonful and puts it in his mouth. “What kind of meat is this, Alastor?”

“Did you like it?” Alastor reaches for a knife.

“Yes, I don’t believe I’ve ever had this type of meat before. Is it venison?”

“Not quite.” He stands behind Johnny as the fool continues to eat his meal.

He picks up the bowl, placing the edge near his mouth and allows the liquid to flow into his mouth. Johnny places the bowl back down on the table.

“Thank you for the meal, sir.” He rubs his eyes, it suddenly hits him that he just ate a meal with the father of the dead girl…. the dead girl he killed. Johhny grabs his stomach as he groans.

“How’s Danny?”

“Huh?” Johnny turns around to see Alastor behind him

“How was Danny?”

“Danny?” Does Alastor know Daniel? How?

“He’s your pal, right?” Alastor grabs on to the chair. “How. Was. He? I tried to make sure there wasn’t any nerves for you, I prefer them myself, adds a bit of flavor.”

“…..What….?”

Alastor bends himself slightly lower, “Go look….” He points to the pot on the stove. Alastor pulls the chair out for Johnny.

Johnny legs tremble as he puts one foot in front of the other as he makes his way to the stove. It like there’s quicksand beneath him.

Finally he stands in front of the pot, he looks back to see Alastor standing behind him once more.

Alastor nods his head towards the pot, Johnny listens.

He grabs the lid of the pot. His hand starts to shake but he rips the lid off oh so quickly. Yet just as quickly as he took it off, he drops it to the ground.

“Huh!? What!? What is this!!”

An eye is staring back at him, along with other pieces of …. meat… no…no…no, this can’t be.

“That’s n-not real!”

“Oh but it is! Come now, take a closer look!” He pushes Johnny closer to the pot. Alastor uses the ladle and stirs the pot. Once he does that, more pieces of “meat” come up.

“Oh, looky here!” A finger is brought to the surface. “I forgot to cut this one! Oh well!” Alastor grabs it and bites a part of it. “Would you like some leftovers?” He grins in Johnny’s face.

Johnny pushes himself away from Alastor, “What the fuck is this!?”

“Now, now! Guests aren’t supposed to be rude especially since I oh so gratefully let you in and cooked just for you!”

Johnny’s chest starts to heave up and down, “You…. what did you do?!!” He yells out.

“What did I do?” Alastor grin turns more sinister, “What did you do?”

Johnny meets Alastor’s eyes, “I….I…”

“You didn’t just walk up to my door for nothing did you? You didn’t drown yourself in sorrows at the Hideaway for nothing did you?”

A lump forms in Johnny’s throat. “I-I….”

“Go on… tell me what you did.” Alastor walks towards Johnny. “Tell me what you did to my little girl….”

Johnny finally meets Alastor’s eyes as the man towers over him.

“Speak.” His grip around the knife tightens.

“I killed her.” Johnny’s back hits the countertops.

“Tell me more.”

“W-we saw you drop the g-girl off at the school. I thought we were gonna go after y-you but Danny said no. We followed the kids into the woods and waited in the dark.”

Johhny takes a moment to breathe.

“We saw the girl come towards us, I d-don’t think she saw us. She-” His breath hitches, “She was reaching for a flower, I-I-I don’t remember what color it was, all I remember was Danny telling me to go.”

Alastor stays still.

“She started to scream and Danny smacked her, but she still kept screaming. He wanted to shut her up. S-s-so I grabbed her and threw her to the ground by her throat. S-she tried to scratch me but I still kept pushing down harder. And…and…and I pushed so hard. It was so hard. She was looking at me…. I was so scared…. I just kept pushing and pushing and pushing.”

Alastor’s grip goes white.

“Then it finally snapped.”

Alastor punches Johnny and he falls to the floor.

Alastor straddles him and begins to throw punch after punch after punch.

“YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!!”

Slam.

“YOU TOOK MY LIGHT! MY LIGHT!!!”

Alastor gets up puts the knife in his pocket and grabs Johnny and drags him through the house down to his basement.

“I-I’m sorry…. so sorry…sorry….sorry…sorry…sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” Alastor throws Johnny on the table.

“Sorry so sorry.” He shakes his head.

Alastor takes the knife out, “Do you understand what you did?”

“Yes….yes…yes…yes…sorry…sorry…sorry.”

“Tell me her name…”

“I….”

“Say it!”

“I DON’T KNOW!”

Alastor starts to laugh maniacally, “Are you fucking serious!”

“My daughter…. You didn’t even know her name!” Alastor stabs Johnny’s stomach.

Johnny screams.

Alastor leaves the knife there and moves close to Johnny’s ear.

“Y/n….her name was Y/n.” He moves back and rips the knife out of his stomach making Johnny yell.

“SAY IT! SAY HER NAME!!”

“Y/N!!” Johnny yells.

“Y/N I’M SORRY SO SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY!” Johnny cries out.

Alastor moves closer to his face, putting his hands on Johnny’s neck applying pressure.

“Is this what she felt?”

Alastor pushes his hands into Johnny’s neck, tightening his hold.

Tighter.

Then the snap.

•°. *࿐•°. *

PRESENT

No.

No, not this time.

They won’t take you from him, not when he just held you for the first time in decades. Not when you smiled so joyfully when you saw him. Not when you held on to him so tightly.

No.

He won’t give up.

He’ll get you back.

Whatever the cost.

This is not the end.

•°. *࿐•°. *࿐•°. *࿐•°.

I am so sorry for not updating a lot! My spring semester starts on Tuesday and I am a bit nervous. Writers block sucks!! The ending is a bit rushed I apologize for that but I will make up for it in part 3.

Wordcount: 4592

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#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #x reader #alastor the radio demon #hazbin hotel angst #alastor x daughter reader #alastor daughter reader

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ttodorokiii · 5 months ago

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aaa soft yan!shouto with a yaoyorozu!reader ‼️ reader likes him back but tries to stop him from courting them because they knew momo liked him ;(

warnings: yándèrè, guílt, mánípùlátíòn, íntènsè.

note. LOLLL HI GUYS. Enjoy this if you can I’ll try to be more active here!!!!

•••

You have always known how much your older sister, Momo, cares for Shouto.

You love your sister so much and you could never come between him and her…

But now, as you stand in the quiet corner of the living room, watching Shouto talk to Momohis attention never fully on her, but drawn toward you with an intensity you’ve never seen before the weight of what’s happening presses down on you like a crushing weight.

You like him too. You feel it in the way your heart races when he’s near, the flutter in your chest when his monochromatic eyes catch yours. It’s always been subtle at first, just a passing thought that you pushed aside, thinking it was nothing. But it’s undeniable now. He looks at you like he sees no one else. Like you’re the only one that matters.

And it terrifies you.

Because you know. You know that Momo has feelings for him,

feelings that have never been confessed but are still there, hidden beneath the surface. You know what it would do to her if she found out. And you can’t—no, you won’t—be the one to destroy her heart.

So, you try. You try with every ounce of willpower you have to push Shouto away. When he gets too close,

you step back. When he smiles at you, you turn your gaze elsewhere. You refuse to let your feelings show, afraid that the moment they do, it will ruin everything.

“YN,” he says your name with such quiet affection that your breath hitches. You look up at him, and your heart does a strange, painful twist. He’s standing too close again. “I’ve been thinking… about us.”

Your stomach churns at the thought of what he might say. But it’s more than just that.

It’s his presence, his gaze, the way he watches you like you’re the only thing in the world that matters. It’s suffocating. It makes you feel trapped, like there’s nowhere to hide.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but…” He pauses, his expression softening, a rare vulnerability in his eyes. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Your heart skips, but your mind races. “Shouto…” You bite your lip, your thoughts frantic. You can’t let this go any further. Momo can’t know.

“I’m sorry,” you say quickly, trying to steady your voice. “I can’t—It’s not right. You… you shouldn’t be thinking like that. Momo she, she likes you, Shouto. You should be with her.”

He watches you, and for a long moment, you swear his eyes darken,

like the cool blue has melted into something dangerous. But when he speaks again, his voice is gentle, almost soothing.

“Momo’s feelings don’t matter,” he says, his voice low, a hint of something darker behind it. “Not compared to what I feel for you.”

How dare he say that?

You feel a chill run down your spine as he takes a slow step closer. There’s a possessiveness in his tone now, something you hadn’t heard before. It’s like a whisper in the back of your mind, a warning. He doesn’t care about Momo. He cares about you.

“I know you’re trying to protect her,” he continues, his voice almost too soft. “But I’m not going to stop, YN. I won’t let you push me away. You’re mine.”

The words hit you like a shockwave, and your breath catches in your throat. There’s something in his eyes, something that has shifted—he’s not just the quiet, kind Shouto you once admired from afar. He’s something darker now. Something possessive.

“I know you’re scared. But I’ll make sure you’re never alone again,” he adds, the promise in his tone unsettling, like it’s something he’s determined to fulfill no matter the cost.

You take a step back, your heart pounding in your chest. “No, Shouto. You don’t understand. Momo, she’s my sister. She loves you. You can’t just—”

“I don’t care about that,” he interrupts, stepping closer again, his presence suffocating. “You’re the one I want. And I’ll make sure you know that, YN.”

He cuts you off, you don’t know how to make him understand someone like him could never understand…

You can barely breathe as he stands in front of you now, his body close enough that you can feel the heat of him,

Your mind is racing, torn between the love you feel for Shouto and the guilt that gnaws at you for betraying Momo. You can’t do this to her. You can’t.

But his eyes—those eyes—are burning into you now, and the way he looks at you makes it feel like there’s no way out. It’s like he’s inside your mind, pulling at all your insecurities, your fears, your desires, until there’s nothing left but him.

“I’m not going to stop, YN. Don’t fight me,” he says softly, his voice almost a whisper, and you shiver. The way he says your name, it’s a declaration. A promise.

You want to push him away. You want to scream at him to stop. You want to protect Momo, to keep the fragile peace between the two of you intact. But you can’t.

You can’t fight him, not when he’s looking at you like this. Not when he’s making it clear that he won’t let you go.

“I don’t want to hurt her,” you whisper, your voice breaking. “I can’t be the reason she’s in pain.”

But Shouto just looks at you, his expression unreadable, and says one thing, his voice as cold as ice yet burning with something else.

“She’ll get over it. You’re mine now.”

And it’s in that moment you realize,

the longer you resist, the deeper his obsession grows. He’s not going to let you go. No matter what you do, no matter how hard you try to protect Momo, Shouto’s not going to stop.

And you wonder, with a sinking heart, if you’ve already lost.

#bnha #bnha fanfic #yandere bnha #bnha x reader #mha #bnha smut #yandere smut #smut #yandere shouto #yandere shoto #shouto smut #shoto smut #boku no hero academia #yandere my hero academia #yandere mha #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere todoroki #todoroki smut

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curseofbreadbear · 2 years ago

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[Gregory insisted that she didn't need to apologize; she'd been dragged into this, and it wasn't her fault. At surface level, the words were comforting, but something within her felt the need to tear them apart. Sure, she'd been lured here, but she shouldn't have been. If she had the wisdom, the foresight, the keenness...she would have seen right through that fake Gregory. Instead, she blindly latched onto everything it said -- she'd been so scared of losing her cousin that she put herself through Hell to get him back, and it was all for nothing. She'd actively contributed to the destruction of the Pizzaplex, breaching security, unleashing whatever that thing in the basement was...]

[And still, Cassie knew that she wouldn't have stayed put, even if she had prior knowledge of tonight's events. No matter what, something in her would have screamed, "But what if Gregory IS down there?" She only wanted to help, and that had turned out to be both a weakness and a strength.]

[Gregory parroted her, reminding her that he was here -- something she definitely needed to hear right now. Despite everything, Gregory ( the REAL one ) was here. Cassie silently acknowledged the rest before pulling him into a hug; they needed to get out of here before anything else, and she absolutely agreed. She was horrified at the possibility that that...thing might have broken free because of her. He'd ask his friends to help, and she could call "Uncle B-", which she assumed was her dad. She...wasn't too keen on that unless it was an absolute emergency, though -- she'd sneaked out tonight, and if it was possible to still get away with it ( despite being visibly injured and traumatized ), then she'd prefer that. She didn't need to be grounded on top of everything else.]

[Cassie held her cousin tightly, ignoring her injuries; now that the adrenaline had worn off, she could feel her muscles screaming over the littlest of movements, but she needed this right now. Gregory hugged her back, and finally, everything felt like it was going to be okay. She felt another tear fall, even though she was sure she'd cried herself out...but this one was good. It fell because she felt safe, and for now, things would stay that way. Gregory gently squeezed her shoulder, promising her that he wouldn't leave, that they would be okay. She believed him.]

❝ Thank you... ❞ [Cassie sniffled, fighting to get the rest of her words out. Calm down. It's going to be okay, but like he said, you have to leave...preferably now.] ❝ Y-You're right, though. We need to get out of here. You said, um...your friends can help? Do you have a plan? ❞

"Don't apologize." Gregory said the words quietly, but firmly. "None of this was your fault. None of it. You should have never been dragged into this." The guilt for that was clawing through his insides, twisting his stomach painfully. Cassie was too good for all of this insanity. She should have stayed safe, far away from this wretched place and the vile things in its walls. But thanks to his voice luring her, here she was.

Hurt, scared, exhausted. But she was alive. She had survived hell, just like him. Maybe it could be something that united them, rather than tear them apart.

Cassie insisted that she could walk, but Gregory very much doubted that. Not on her own, anyway - someone would have to support her, even if she could stand. He didn't care. He'd carry his cousin himself if he had to, despite being as scrawny as he was. "I'm here now," He echoed. "And I will explain everything. But we've got to get you out of here first. My friends can help, and you can call Uncle B- woah!"

He was interrupted by being pulled into a hug, stealing his breath away with a small gasp. Despite himself, tears pricked at his own eyes, and he fought valiantly to not let them fall. For a moment, Gregory let himself melt into the embrace. It felt right, after everything. "I won't go. I'm not leaving you behind." He gave her shoulder a soft squeeze, mindful to not aggravate her injuries. "I promise. We're gonna be okay."

#staystillgregory #staystillgregory; 003 #long post /#ask to tag /#{ THANK YOU SO MUCH AAA SOBS;; }#{ i pride myself on my ability to write trauma and cassie sure has a LOT of it now ajsdjas;; }#{ the way you write gregory through this also has me screaming he's just so :'))) }#{ his voice has been used against them BOTH and now cassie doesnt even know if she should trust him its so fucked up on both ends }#{ and im living for it ksjdjksd;; }#{ also ''she survived hell just like him'' YES these two should bond over their trauma shakes them!!! }#{ i want a bonus arc where they go back to hunt down the mimic together (bc cassie would def try to do it herself but yknow dsfjdsfj) }#{ gregory finds out and hes like REALLY AFTER WHAT HAPPENED LAST TIME?? }#📻 || number one twice. (cassie.) || 📻

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kouzih · 3 months ago

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Pretty boy.

Nam-gyu ( Player 124 ) x male!reader .ᐟ

warnings : has smut-ish parts, angst(?) insecure male!reader, mlm, drug/alcohol use and more stuff..

tags,, @gongyoosgf @cybrasigilism @paulilvsremus

word count: 9.1k !!

( 1/24 WHICH MEANS HAPPY NAM-GYU DAY Y'ALL!!! AAA AAA AAA sorry for the long waiting!! i wanted to make this one a bit longer than my other fics..and yeah!! hope you guys enjoy it 🫶 i'm sorry it's kinda fucked up..no proofread tho!! )

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ As you make your way home from the hospital, you look at the bags in your hand again. You were doomed to these medicines to keep your body going. You've always hated this and it's been one of the barriers preventing you from accepting yourself..as a man. A man should be strong, masculine and not dependent on anyone else. Nothing else. With an involuntary sigh, you continued on your way. The bus you were supposed to get on passed you, and although it stopped at the bus stop, you didn't quicken your steps and try to catch the bus. You weren't even upset about missing it, the cold air hitting your face made you feel more alive. The ground was wet from the recent rain, and you arrived at the stop listening to the sounds of your boots hitting the water. You reach into your coat pocket and grab your phone to check the time. Your breath makes your phone screen fog up.

Your friend's text message catches your attention and you call her to reply, knowing that she won't see your message.

After waiting a few seconds, she answers the phone and greets you. "Heyy, what's up?" "Hey. You know, the usual stuff..shitty medicines and..all.." You say the last part in a whisper, lowering your voice when you see someone else approaching your stop. "Ohhhh, hospital shit again? Man, hoe can you deal with those everyday?" "Come again?" You hear a buzzing sound from your phone and realize that she has put it on the desk and turned on speakerphone. "I'm sayingggg, you take those tasteless medicines everyday, give tests and stuff and yet..you don't heal. Like, let's be real,," Even though you knew she didn't mean what she said, you couldn't help but sigh because she was telling the truth. "Mhm." After a hum of agreement for her to continue, you glance at the other person next to you, another face you hadn’t seen before. He had one hand in his pocket as he scrolled through his phone, leaning his face on the railing of the bus stop. You couldn't really hear what your friend was saying, her voice kept breaking because she was busy with something in the back and the stranger next to you had drawn your unnecessary attention.

The stranger tilted his head to the side, letting his hair fall over his face. Using his hand in his pocket to fix his hair, then started recording a voice message. "Yeah, yeah I'll take my bus in uh.." His eyes meet yours, he lowers his phone a little and speaks again. "Do you know when next bus will come?" "In 2 minutes or so-" "In 2 minutes, like that guy said." Shaking his head slightly, he drops the voice recording, sighs and puts his phone back in his pocket, opening the front of his coat a little, causing steam to form when his hot breath meets the air.

Unable to take your eyes off him, you turn around, realizing that you have been staring at him for a long time. "Ah- sorry. I wasn't listening.." You whisper to your friend on the other end of the phone, and when you hear a laugh from her, you look down with a slightly embarrassed face. "Yeah, don't worry it was obvious, anyway." Your pupils dilate as her voice on the phone gets louder and what she says gets louder. "I was wondering if maybe we could go to a club, what do you say? We can visit the place where my friend hangs out all the time."

"A club?" Your voice must have come out louder than you intended because you hear the sound of the stranger moving next to you, so you clear your throat and continue speaking. "I mean, sure. When exactly?" You're not a person who can drink, you cannot put anything in your mouth except light things because it affects you too much. But it could still be a good way to clear your head...at least for one night to escape your problems. "This night. You don't have any plans, right?" Of course, you didn't have any plans. You couldn't really have any other plans than going to your apartment and staying there all day. "Sounds good." Before you know it, the bus has already arrived. You raise your head and take a step towards the bus, telling your friend that you will call her later. You get into the same bus with the stranger next to you and take a seat in the back. You place the medicine bag on your lap, putting your hands in the pockets of your coat. Your coat is closed enough to cover your neck and the tip of your nose, so half of your face is not visible.Your hair is slightly fluffed up from the cold air as it hangs slightly in your eyes, and with a sigh you watch the other stranger take a seat near the front.The bus is almost empty with only a handful of people.

When you come home, you reach for your keys to open the door, you hear the sound of the key turning and tiny footsteps approaching. As you close the door behind you, you feel a soft sensation around your feet accompanied by a meowing sound.

"I'm home."

You lean over and pick up your cat as you lazily toss your bags and coat aside; she always loves to greet you. You feel her head rubbing against your neck as she licks your cheeks softly, not bothering to put your shoes away as you walk towards the living room with your cat in your arms. You watch your cat as you slowly place her on the couch, spinning around and sitting down, her tail tucked under her. As a small giggle leaves you, you put your hands on your knees and stand up, heading towards the kitchen to give your pet a treat. You head towards your front door to lock it before heading into the kitchen, taking off your shoes and grabbing your coat and medicine bag. You go back to the kitchen and reach for the cat's treats from the upper cabinets. As you place some in one of the fancy iron containers you bought earlier, you notice that the cat has already come to you. You take the treat from the counter and place it in front of her, leaning back against the counter as you watch her purr and eat her treat. Remembering that you need to call your friend, you start looking for your phone in your pockets, thinking it can be on the couch, you head towards it, reach for your phone and lie down on the couch. You start driving around the house looking for him. It takes a few minutes for her to pick up, so you have to call again. Meanwhile, you've come to your room and you're already trying to decide what to wear. When you hear your friend's voice on the other end of the phone, you turn your attention back to your phone.

"Hiiii!!" "Hi there." You place your phone on your shoulder and look in your closet. Maybe you should wear something more masculine since you're going to the club. "Are you ready yet?" "Uh, not yet. But I'll be." After hearing your friend's voice of approval, the sound of a key catches your attention. She must be leaving the house.

You still hadn’t decided what to wear when she ended the call by saying she would send you the address as a location. "Okay- bye." You gently placed your phone on your bed and your eyes caught a shirt you hadn’t worn before, thinking it was too big. "I could make this work.." After whispering quietly, you start to make your outfit by checking the time, deciding to do your hair last. You played with your hands strangely as you looked in the mirror. You didn't look bad, you seemed to be in good shape. You didn't look official, but... you didn't look homeless either. You just forget about it and reach into your closet for a small hair tie, You put a small ponytail in the back of your hair. Even though it was small enough to be called a ponytail.. it looked cute. You tilted your head to the side and looked at your hair, giggling to yourself as you put the final touches on it and got ready to leave the house. You know, closing the windows.. turning off the lights and checking on your beloved cat.

When you realize that she is already asleep, your doubts are lifted for a moment, at least you won't have to worry about her anymore. You grab your keys and walk out the door, whispering a small 'goodnight' from your lips, and as you close the door you set off on your way. It was a little late, since you went to the club. When you approach the location where your friend sent, you encounter your friend near the door. She greets you by raising her hand. "Hereee!" You quicken your steps a little and come to your friend, taking your hand out of your pocket and giving her a small wave. "Did I keep you waiting?" You ask in a cheerful but low voice. Your friend, who shakes her head in refusal, fixes her hair before going inside, and you are surprised that there is no line while gesturing for you to come in as well.

You follow your friend with your arms crossed, you didn't want to get lost in a place you didn't know, even if it wasn't crowded. She left you alone to find her friend and said she'll come back, leaving you to get the drinks. You sit down in an empty seat, and as your eyes wander to the people inside, you notice that most of them are already drunk. A whistle from behind you draws your attention to the barista in front of you, who was looking at you with one hand on the counter and the other on his hip.

"Hey pretty boy, have you decided what to order?"

Pretty boy? "Uh, anything light." "First time?" "More than that touches me." "Got ya." The barista turns around, slamming his hand on the counter mockingly, you watch him with your full attention as he prepares your drink. Even if you don't pay much attention at first, his face looks familiar. You notice that he's turning his head to someone else and humming something to them while holding your glass in his hand. As you look into your glass, you notice that he has a few rings on his hand. Even though it's something unnecessary, you're intrigued by the fact that he's wearing jewelry. As he turns his attention to you, he taps his tongue and hits the glass with his index finger, making the ring make a sound with the tapping.

He holds the glass out in front of you and speaks in a lower voice. "And..here you go. A white wine spritzer for the new guy." As you thank him and take your drink, you finally figure out why his face looks familiar.

This was the same man you saw at the bus stop. Only now his hair was more.. different. It looked more well-groomed and didn't cover his eyes like it did at the bus stop. As you wrap your hands around your glass, you notice your friend sitting down next to you. Playfully pushing your shoulder, she calls out to the barista for her drink. "Heyy, sup?" "Hey." While he was busy with another drink in his hand, he looks at the two people next to you with an eyebrow raised. Especially to the friend who is the reason you came here. "You are all together?" The person your friend knows tells you that you guys are new here and that she invited you. He bites his lower lip a little and hums in approval. When the drink he was preparing is finished, he leans slightly towards you, placing his elbows on the counter.

"I thought your friends would be crazy like you, but they seemed pretty normal."

His eye points at you, making you flinch for a moment. You listen to their conversation as you take a sip of your drink. "Yeahhh, well you can't know that. Maybe they are crazy, huh?" The person mocking the barista, with her hands on the counter and her head on her knee, also smacks your friend on the arm, causing the two of them to laugh. You could only stare at them as you traced the edge of your glass with your fingertip. You weren't bothered by it, but you couldn't bring yourself to let them get along and you just sit on the sidelines. In a moment of courage, you down the rest of your drink in one go, tapping your glass on the table as you reach up to wipe your mouth, but you notice your friend is looking at you.

Your friend looked at you with a funny look, shouting something at you and disappeared with her friend. "Don't go too far, you already know why!!" The atmosphere got tense for some reason as she left you alone with the barista again. You slowly pass your empty glass towards the man in front of you, a hum coming out of your mouth. "Can I get something.. heavier?" Shaking his head slightly, he returns to his work again. Even though you didn't drink anything heavy yet, you still didn't feel very well. Your stomach hurt a little and your head ached slightly. But you didn't want to drink the same thing over and over. And if you consider that the person in front of you is a man...maybe trying some heavy stuff would be a good experience. Your feet were actually touching the ground, but you stood on your tiptoes to make yourself look taller. You realized your drink was ready when his footsteps approached. This time he didn't say what it was as he handed you a red glass. You weren't very good with drinks, so you couldn't guess. He cocked his head slightly to the side as he looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Don't know what it is?" "No.." "Don't care about it, just drink. It does taste good, so don't worry." He says quickly as he wipes his hand on the apron tied around his waist. After all, you’re not his only customer.

You take a sip and try to guess, was it wine again?

You take another sip, but this time it feels sweeter, like there's something wrong with your taste.

Even if you don't get what it is, you continue drinking because you like the taste. In the meantime, your friend comes to you once again. She's not drunk, but she looks a little... messy..Your friend says she wants to leave early and asks if it's okay with you. At first you want to leave the club with her because it means you'll be alone, but then something tells you to stay. "Nah, I guess I'll stay a bit longer." Your friend gives your arm a gentle squeeze, telling you to be careful. Her friend next to her shouts something before leaving. "Nam-gyu! The guy who came with me will still be here, keep an eye on him!" Even if you don't know who it is at first, you eventually do when the barista raises his hand in acknowledgement.

Maybe you could talk to him since you know his name now. That you saw him at the bus stop and... felt like talking. Maybe it would be better if you don't say the last part. With them leaving completely, you are left alone for a while, thinking about taking out your phone and walking around. In the meantime, the man you were dying to talk to appears in front of you again.

"I see you finished your drink?" "Yeah, just finished." "Want me to make something heavier again? I thought 'more than that touches you'." You feel a slight blush on your face, yes you said that..and yes it really touched you. "Well I'm not the best at the moment but," You put your phone back in your pocket and continue talking. "I wanted to try something new...even though I knew I would get worse." "That's not cool bro." "Huh?" The man in front of you speaks in a ridiculous tone while pointing at several drunk and sober people on the sides. "There are even people who come here and just drink coke, and believe me, they can get crazy drunk." You frown at him, not quite understanding what he's saying. Are you supposed to be offended? "There's no need to waste yourself trying something new." It felt ironic that he was speaking as a barista. After all, it was his job to make and sell drinks.

"And this is coming from a barista, huh?"

He just chuckled at your question and rolled his eyes jokingly. Even though you didn't talk much, you already felt close to him, and it was obvious that he was a fun person.

"Anyway, why you didn't leave with your friends?" The question made you freeze suddenly. How exactly could you say that he was the whole reason you stayed? But you decided that now wasn’t the time to be shy, so you cleared your throat and answered him. "We met before actually, kind of, I saw you at the bus stop." You paused for a moment between sentences and corrected yourself. He blinked and made a face as if he were trying to remember. He must have remembered afterwards because a few words fell from his lips. "Ohh, the guys I asked the bus, yeah?" "Yeah!" "What a confidence. I didn't think you'd be in this club." Oh right..He was still with you when you talked about the club. "Ah- yes, yes.. I didn't think we would..met as well." As you reach out to scratch your neck, your slightly undone hair tie comes into your hand. As you look at the hair tie that has fallen into your palm, your hands go to tie your hair back up when he stops you. "Leave it, this suits you." Coming from someone with long hair, it meant more to you. "If you say so." It occurred to you that it might be getting late, and as you look at your phone in sudden panic, you realize it's past midnight. "Oh, fuck."

"Everything alright?" He asks in a worried and curious tone as you turn off your phone and put it back in your pocket. "Not really- I just didn't realize it was getting this late." "You have plans or something?" This question again.. "No, not at all. I just don't like sleeping late." After nodding his head to show that he understands, he clears his throat by hitting the counter with his hand. "Okay, then. You better get going." "Right, right. Do you guys take cards?" "Sure. Lemme make it for you really quick." You take your wallet out of one of your pockets and hand him your card. After going to a place not too far away and paying, he comes back with a piece of paper along with the card. "All done. And here is my number. In case you'll think about coming here again, let me know so I can get you on my shift, yeah?" "Thanks." You grab the paper with the card and tuck them in your wallet before standing up. After fixing your clothes, you turn your attention to Nam-gyu.

"Talk to you later..Nam-gyu." You said it loud enough for him to hear. Hoping you didn't mix up his name. He looked at you and tried to get your name out of his mouth, but since he didn't know, he just let out a breath and said goodbye to you. "See ya."

As you head home, you look at the paper in your hand. The number was written quickly and the last numbers were a little blurry because the ink hadn't dried yet. Since there were no buses, you preferred to walk, and maybe it would make you feel better. Your stomach still ached and you could feel the drinks you drank stuck in your throat. You were almost at your house when you felt like throwing up. You didn't want to embarrass yourself since there were a few people around. You entered your apartment building with one hand over your mouth, sobbing as you climbed the stairs to your own apartment. The first place you went to when you entered the house was the sink. You looked at yourself in the mirror as you unintentionally threw up the things you drank. Your face was sour because of the taste that remained on the tip of your tongue. "..I knew I shouldn't have had that second glass.." As you’re mad at yourself under your breath, you remember the number he gave you.

You quickly cleaned yourself up, letting the cold water hit your face. You sat down on the dull bathroom floor and picked up your phone. "Let's see.." You carefully write down the numbers and save it in your phone. You want to look at his social media with your save. While you are curiously scrolling through your apps, you notice that there is usually no profile photo, but the profile photo on one of them catches your attention. He looked like when you saw at the stop.. His hair was messier and he was dressed in a nicer style. His tattoos, which you didn't notice at the club, were also visible in his photo. You feel a little ashamed that you found yourself stalking him. What was your problem? Maybe it's his looks..and that he calls you a man.. You get up, shaking off your thoughts. It was obvious that you were going to have no sleep tonight, but you still took a sleeping pill to try your luck. The fact that he was on your mind even though you guys didn't talk for more than a day caused your cheeks to turn pink. Maybe you could have spent your time wandering around the house..even if you wanted to, you couldn't call him at this hour.

Before you knew it, it was already morning, you couldn't say you were doing well. But you weren't too bad either, you checked the time and planned to start your daily routine.

09:00 am

You remember that you need to make breakfast before you sit down at your computer. Of course, you didn't forget your beloved cat either, she woke up before you and had already left her food bowl in front of the kitchen. Thinking of her before yourself, you place the food bowl full of food next to your cat's bed. She gets up excitedly, meowing at you while eating her own food with small chews.

You prepare your own breakfast and get down to work. Since you were working from home, you had nothing to worry about. Well, we could say that you were able to have a comfortable working environment. When it's time for a break, you want to scroll through your phone, and then the number you saved last night catches your attention. "Nam-gyu.." As you silently read his name with your lips, you thought it would be a good idea to call him. Maybe you could say a 'what's up man?' or just..have a little chat. After a swallow, you wait for him to pick up the call. And after a few seconds later, you hear a voice on the other side of the phone. "Hi?" "Hey there." "Do I know you?" Oh right. Your number wasn't saved on his phone. "I-it's me. From last night- remember? The guy you talked to?" While you're hoping for him to recognize you, you feel momentarily uneasy when the person on the line remains silent. "Ohh- yeah, the one I gave my number. What's up?" "Yes, that one. Just wanted to say hi while I'm on my break." He speaks after clicking his tongue. "Sweet, I'm still at home. you must have guessed I'm on the night shift. Shitty night shifts.."

"Actually, I'm at home too, I mean- because I work from home." There was a slight edge in your voice. Like he was going to judge you. But right now, he seemed to be in a good mood. Before he can respond, you quickly add something else. "It didn't seem very busy yesterday actually?" "You think like that. Do you have any idea how hard it is to deal with drunk sons of bitches?" After a small chuckle, he continues. "Especially when their own whores are with them." You didn't expect his mouth to be like..this.

"Yeah.. right." After a small hum comes from the end of the phone, you ask him to repeat it. "You're up tonight?" "Up?" "Down for getting drunk, duh." He continues his speech while assuming a tone of voice as if he had just remembered something. "You can't drink too much, can you? After they left, I got a message from my friend not to give you any shit that's heavy." God, this is embarrassing. Yeah, what they said was true, but saying it like that made you feel less of a... man. A few unexpected words escaped from your lips as you involuntarily nodded his approval. "But I still wanted to try." "Is that soooo.." "Yeah." There was silence between you for a few seconds, then he replied with a sound as if Nam-gyu was sucking his teeth. "Hell..you'll stay with me, though? With the promise of leaving if you get any bad feeling." "Promise."

The night went better than expected. Nam-gyu turned out to be a bit more foul-mouthed than you thought, but he still kept in touch with you. You two drank together him without leaving your side. There was one scene that you couldn't forget, especially on your way back home.

While drinking together, everyone raises their glasses, and when you’re the last one not to raise your glasses, Nam-gyu grabs your shoulder and pulls you towards him. "Don't be shy, pretty boy. Come onnn, cheersss!" You thought he didn't realize what he was saying because he was half drunk, but you wanted to bring it up in your conversation the next day. Although it has been a few days since you met him, you spent your days hanging out with him. You were talking to him on the phone again, telling him how your night went and stuff. "Right, right. Good thing that you weren't drunk enough to start hitting on others. Hell, you'd look hilarious." Hilarious? "Why did you say that now.. I'd not." "Yeah-uh, you would. We hung out together all night anyway, glad you enjoyed the night." "Ah- yep. Thanks." You almost forgot what you had to ask for a second, he would go silent sometimes because he was having breakfast.

"You called me pretty boy, though."

"Hm?" After finishing the mouthful, he speaks again.

"Fuck, I did? I mean, it's true but I don't remember saying it."

So he actually meant it. "Isn't it normal because you were drunk?" Oh yeah, definitely.. it's also normal for him to be all over you because he was drunk. "Yeahhh..anyway. You feel any good?" "Mhm, pretty good." Mentally? Yes. But physically, honestly speaking, you were a mess. You hadn't been taking your medication regularly for a few days, and you especially didn't touch your medication the day you went out drinking. You didn't even have the energy to take a shower as soon as you got home and threw yourself into bed. But you still couldn't give up on this feeling. The way he talked to you and the way you felt more manly when you were with him.

The cheerful voice you hear before you hang up the phone makes your heart stop for a moment. "See ya around man." And just like that the call ends. You smile to yourself as you place the phone back on your lap.

You continued going out with him like this for the last few weeks, until one day you tried something a little heavier. You saw him take drugs while you were drinking. And this time he offered you a little too. His eyes were half-closed and his bangs were stuck to his face. You two weren't actually inside the club, you had already left a couple mins ago. You were standing on a bench at the side of the street. The cold air hit your face and you weren't exactly drunk, you had chosen to drink less. Despite that, your stomach ached and you weren't feeling very well. He held a slightly crushed pill in his hand, extending his palm towards you. "Take some." "Uh, no. I'm good." "Ugh. Take it." He brings his palm towards your lap, urging you to take it. You think again, involuntarily taking it from his hand. You feel like throwing up for a moment and go to cover your mouth with your free hand. Nam-gyu moves closer to you, placing his hand on your knee as he tilts his head slightly to the side. He hiccups a few times as he tries to understand what’s going on. You take your hand off your mouth and turn your head to the man next to you. He was watching your face with his mouth slightly open. The moment you turn to him, he can't help but laugh a bit.

"Fuck it, one time wont hurt." Still indecisive, you look at his face. When he realized you weren’t going to do it on your own, he lazily grabbed your hand and popped the pill into his own mouth, chewing it a few times. You were so focused on the sound of the pill breaking that you didn't realize his lips brushed against yours until a little sound came from him. After feeling a few pieces of dust in his mouth, he pulls back from you, his head hitting your shoulder before he returns to a sitting position with his head down. Your eyes widened as you felt your cheeks turning pink. You were practically awake as he sat next to you as if nothing had happened.

You looked at him, swallowing hard, and opened your mouth to say something. But you didn't want to press the issue, you knew he wouldn't remember what he said because he was already so high. Or what he did.

But you would be lying if you said you weren't high either. You weren't feeling very well and your head was spinning. You were either going to stay here numb, or you were going to go home. You weren’t going to sleep in the middle of the street. So you struggled to get up and held Nam-gyu’s hand. He threw a curious look at you and tried to get up as well, laughing to himself as he fell onto your back. Hell, you two were high as fuck. He didn't keep his mouth shut, asking you ridiculous questions as you two headed towards your apartment. Nam-gyu, who threw himself on the couch as soon as you entered, was in a much worse state than you. To wake up you either had to take a shower or go to sleep like him. Nam-gyu didn't sleep even though he was on the couch. He doesn't make a sound while looking at your sobbing figure. "I'm gonna take a..bath. You stay there." He put his head on the edge of the couch and makes eye contact with you. He closed his eyes and made a gesture of approval. This way you go to your own room...good thing you have a personal bathroom.But when you start taking off your clothes, some footsteps catch your attention. As you take off your seat belt, you notice that the door is slightly open.

"Man..fuck this shit my head hurts like hell.." He speaks to you as he struggles to stand. He must be starting to wake up a little, but you doubt he's still conscious. "Mhm..what about taking a hot shower?" "..Hot shower?" "Yeah." He sits on the edge of your bed, one hand playing with his hair as he walks into the room. You keep your hands still on your belt, finally catching Nam-gyu’s attention as you throw it onto the bed. He gives you a look that you can't understand. But your mind is still stuck on the warm feeling of his lips on yours. You don't want to take your pants off in front of him, suddenly you turn your attention to the bathroom with the sound of water overflowing and say a few words to him. "The left door at the end of the hallway is the bathroom.. I think you should take a shower too." He makes a sniffling sound and then his eyes move from your hands to your face. Without saying anything, he leaves the room and heads to the bathroom.

With him gone, you can finally go to the bathroom. But the thought of what would you do if he didn't leave eats you alive. Would you really take it off in front of him? You pray to god he left. Taking a shower really did feel good, just like you thought it would. The warm water hitting your skin made you felt more alive. Especially after smoking it, you thought you wouldn't find yourself at home. You head towards the living room in your pajamas, the wet drops in your hair soaking your shoulders. Nam-gyu had already left the bathroom before you and was letting his hair combs dry on the edge of the couch. His eyes were watching the ceiling, and he lifted his head slightly when he noticed you coming.

"Finally." With a sigh, he raises his hands to tuck the hair behind his ears. You realize his rings are gone, they were lined up on the table along with his phone.

"My bad, it took me a bit to..feel better." After muttering to him with a guilty conscience, Nam-gyu pats the back next to him, gesturing for you to come over. "Yeah whatever man.. come on." As you sit next to him and watch his movements, you realize that he is waking up with difficulty. He would close his eyes from time to time and open them again as if he had woken up from sleep. Suddenly, you remembered your medication. Maybe it would be better for your health to get a few. "Oh, wait-" You reach out from the couch and pick up a bag that's on the table. "What's that?" Nam-gyu spoke more soberly. "My medications..I haven't taken them for a long time." As you look at the pills, you remember that moment again, you hoped to get better by taking your medication. Nam-gyu speaks lazily as he looks at the pills in your hand. "Is there anything that helps with headaches?" "Yeah." You lift one of the few pills left on your right and wave it in the air. As you come to him with a glass of water in your hand, he throws his head on the couch and glares at you. He waits for you to put the pill in his mouth with his mouth slightly open, and when you hand him the glass of water, he swallows the pill dryly, shaking his head. "No need." You put the water in your hand aside and hold on to the couch with your hands. You tilt your head to the side and look at the face below you.

His eyes were probing your face as if he was going to eat you alive. One hand comes to your face, pinching your nose he speaks in a low voice. "Like what you see? Heh." You frown at him and back away from the couch. You decide it’s a good idea to change clothes since your wet hair has completely soaked your shoulders.

You walk towards your room and take off your clothes. Before you can put on another t-shirt, you feel two hands grab your bare arms. You turn your head, startled by the cold feeling. Nam-gyu’s eyes roam over your body as his muscles twitch slightly in response to your reaction. "Were you always that..skinny?" You step forward and try to ignore what he says. Either he was high or he was seriously trying to get close. The first option seems like it might be more realistic for you. He stayed at your apartment that night. And even if you didn't want to admit it, he was acting closer to you. He would call you in the morning with his sleepy voice and ask about your plans, and when he came across ridiculous customers, he would send you messages about them.

"Someone just picked the drink that he threw up, fucking weirdoooo.."

"I mean seriously, people have no taste when it comes to drinking..."

He even agreed to come to the hospital with you. Even though he accompanied you to drink, he also cared about your health sometimes. One day when the weather was rainy and cold, he offered to pick you up with his car. You had been in his car a few times already, so you knew where he usually parked. You practically ran out of the apartment, holding Nam-gyu's hand as you quickly walked in the rain to find the car. "Wait, wait— it's not like the car is gonna run away." Before you could even guess, you fell to the ground because of the wet floor, and he fell on top of you, causing all the water on the ground to splash onto you two. You could hear him swearing under his breath, his eyebrows slightly furrowed as he stood over you, supporting himself with his hands. "Asshole- look at me. I'm all soaked." But you couldn't answer him, the sound of the rain falling and the water dripping from the ends of his hair onto your cheeks..he just looked so stunning. His wet eyelashes made it hard to see his eyes, but the way he looked at you was priceless. You could see your own reflection in his pupils, and you couldn't help but notice his rising and falling chest. Your body was moving without you realizing it, your hands cupping his cheeks as you lowered his face towards yours, letting your lips taste each other. His cold lips were trembling against your warm ones. You couldn't hear any sounds, as if he had forgotten to breathe. After you pulled away, he just stared at you. He stared at you in surprise for a few seconds, as if he hadn't kissed you before.

"..Holy shit, dude." Your cheeks quickly begin to heat up as you realize what you've done. You pull yourself up and try to stand up. "Oh god- S-sorry. It just, happened. I swear-" He responded with a mocking look at you as his hands rested next to your shoulders. "Yeah?" "Y-yeah! Please just forget about it, youjustlookedsogood, I couldn't-"

"Shut up and get in the car, dude."

"Okay.."

When you two got into the car, you felt very strange in the seat next to you, a feeling like you were never close before filled you. Nam-gyu’s voice makes you swallow your words as you were taking a deep breath to explain yourself. "It was obvious that you were interested in that kind of shit but, fuck dude. I didn't think you would do it with me." "Huh?" "I mean, even your look gives it away." The words hit you in the face as if you had been beaten. You felt like you were sinking into the ground as you stared at him with your pupils constricted. Nam-gyu lets out a sigh of relief, combing his hair back with one hand as he smiles at you sarcastically. "Hah..did you like it though?" "What?" "The kiss." Pursing his lips, he makes a kissing sound, and responds to you by tilting his head to the side. "You liked it?" You don’t answer him and just stare at the side window of the car. An embarrassed expression covers your face as you realize he's muttering something under his breath.

"We still have time..wanna do it?"

"..Do what?"

You understood right after that second what he meant with the sly look he threw at you. He was fucking hard. When you came home you were not only wet but also... sticky. You limped a little as you walked into the your apartment, the scene in the car coming back to you as you noticed the sticky liquid on your t-shirt, and the corner of your lip was still bleeding slightly. "Did you really have to bit my lip..that hard?" "It's ridiculous that you talk as if your voices didn't fill the car." "Shut up!" After playfully punching him on the shoulder, you left to take a shower. When you looked at yourself in the mirror in your bedroom, you felt your eyes flutter for a moment. But you ignored it and headed towards the bathroom anyway. As you can imagine, this wasn't your first time. He would try to have a quickie with you whenever he got the chance. And you were completely off your medication. Other than taking pills just to sleep, you wouldn't take anything else except the pills Nam-gyu gave you. And your relationship continued like this for a few months. During that time Nam-gyu 'borrowed' a lot of money from you. Not enough to put you in debt but.. there wasn't nothing he wouldn't do to get high. But as your relationship became more formal..you felt like people were starting to judge you. Not for being with a man, but for being with him. Almost everyone who knew him was astonished and asked how you managed to endure him. I mean..yeah he wasn't the best. But he had taken your first time and you had never felt this comfortable with anyone before. Plus, even if you were physically shit, he made you feel good. Was that even possible?

You even got matching tattoos together. He got a butterfly tattoo and you got a bloody rose tattoo to represent him. He always loved your chest. The feeling of being able to feel your bones when he touched it gave him a pleasure he couldn't describe. That's why you had it done on the left side of your chest. He had it done on his left arm, so that it would be visible, like the other tattoos. But all good things must come to an end, right? Especially if you're not a healthy person. Even though you liked how it was.. sometimes your body couldn't handle it. Pushing yourself too hard would make you feel weak in the coming days.

Because of this, you couldn't even see Nam-gyu at all sometimes, you couldn't even reply to his messages. You had become unable to leave your house. You had to give up your beloved cat to your friend and go back on your medication to get better. You were so glad your partner cared about you. You even felt guilty at times because you felt like a burden to him. But...the things you heard about him were starting to make you doubt yourself. And that one voice message you heard was the final straw.

"Him? Yeah, he feels good and all, but...sometimes you know. I feel like a woman would be good too."

That voice message your friend sent you left you shaking in your bed. The fact that it was a drunk voice message tore you apart even more. Maybe he didn't mean it like that? He's doing something to get high almost every night anyway, so maybe he's not talking about you- or maybe he's faking it or something? But him calling you out of the blue in the morning corrected your suspicions. Actually, you had already confirmed this with the message your friend sent you at night. 'I told you so. You can't trust him at all..' You don't answer his phone at first, but then you notice the message he sent you in your notifications. He was asking if you were home. Of course you were home.. But you didn't want to look at his message. You weren't in the mood to talk right now and especially didn't want to hear his voice. How could you trust him now? How could you know he wouldn't lie to stay with you? This time he called you again. When you answered he spoke in a louder tone than you intended. "What the fuck do you think you're doing by not answering your phone, motherfucker?" "I don't wanna talk." "NAH. You're gonna talk. I'm almost at your apartment- don't make me open the door." His voice sounded like he was growling at you, it was obvious that he was mad. You panic when the phone is hung up on you, and as scenarios run through your mind about what he was planning to do, you jump out of your bed when you hear a knock on the door. Swallowing hard, you walked towards the door without bothering to ask who is it. It was obvious who it was anyway. Nam-gyu’s hand grabs the edge of the door as you nervously open it, making you flinch. As you back away from the door, he walks in, closing the door behind him.

"To the living room, now." You frown at him and direct your steps towards the living room. He watches you sit on the couch as he throws his phone on one of the couches. Nam-gyu doesn’t say anything at first as he stands, cracking his knuckles. "The worst shit always happens to me, fucking god."

"But you were the one who said those things?" "And?" Was he serious about what he said just now..He didn't even deny what he said. "You know, you said you didn't want to be with ME- after everything I had done for you!" You shifted your position on the couch and raised your tone towards him. You had every right to be as angry as you wanted right now.

Rolling his eyes, he put a hand over his mouth and sighed as he gave you an answer. "Don't act like I've never done anything to you, now..." He continued, his voice softer. "You know how I am with other people...we were just messing around, I was drunk." You didn't want to answer him. You chose to stay silent. Maybe what he meant wasn't such a bad thing after all?He approached you with his expression unchanging, one hand on the couch and the other holding the end of your hair as he spoke in a low tone. "Yes, yes.. you're always right pretty boy. Forgive me, let's forget about that, yeah?" You knew exactly what he was doing. He didn't even try to cover up what he was doing..

You responded with a tone that indicated that it was unintentional. He might have the upper hand over you, but that didn't always mean you would obey him. "Really? Isn't that what you always do... to make up for your mistakes by covering them with the pleasure you give me?" You clearly hear him click his tongue, and he bites his lip lightly, showing you that signature smile again. ".. Exactly, you know me so well..I'm kind of embarrassed." His hands have already moved down to your thighs before you even notice. His eyes slowly drift down as his thumbs play with the elastic of your sweatpants. "Come on...just for this once. You know how much I love you, right?" Oh how you loved his words..his choice of words was driving you crazy. It was like all your anger was gone in an instant. You took a deep breath and mumbled one last sentence under your breath.

"Y-you're right.." As your eyes follow his fingers, you watch the sweatpants fall down from your waist. He lowers his hand, which was playing with your hair to your chest, making you lean back into the couch.

"..But I should admit. I hate how you can do both." His breathing becomes heavy as his eyes roam over your bare skin, and he says the words in between breaths. "Hate how you're pretty as a woman and..attractive as a man. I can feel drunk just by looking at you." You were melting under his touch and words, he must have noticed you were getting hard because he already had you in his grasp. Nam-gyu felt himself harden as the tiny moans coming out of your mouth filled his ears. He pulls his hand from your tent and lays you down completely on the couch, your arms falling around your face as you suddenly feel his hardness against yours. One hand cups your face to brush the hair off your forehead, while the other runs across your bare skin.

"What do you think..will you last for a few rounds?" You turn your face to the side, not wanting to make eye contact during it. "..Maybe." but he stops you with his hand and whispers one last thing.

"Nuh uh..don't take your charming eyes off me..pretty boy."

okay so ngl i wanted to add MOREE stuff, but i choosed today as the deadline cuz of the date..haha..anyway. please tell me if there's any typos cuz, no proofread..

#i'm so nervous help me #nam-gyu #nam gyu #player 124 #squid game #squid game season 2 #squid game 2 #squid game x reader #nam gyu x reader #imagines #squid game smut #squid game angst #x male reader

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hi. I wanted to reach out privately to ask whether you are using AI to write any of your fics. me and a few others are concerned you may be using AI to aid you in writing. some of the proof we have gathered:

excessive use of dashes and semi colons in a way that a human would not use them

repetitive use of certain words and phrases like 'smirks' 'thunderous' 'says softly' 'her eyes were piercing'

chapters being 20-30000+ words written in a short time frame

not using a beta reader who would pick up use of AI in your writing

using AI evasion tools to avoid AI checkers

please clarify if you are using generative AI when writing because its damaging to the writing community and you should be declaring if you are using it

I’ve been debating how to respond to this for a while now. I’ll be honest, when I first read it, I laughed. My first immediate thought was “wow, guess this makes me a real agathario writer now” because is it not a right of passage to get accused of using AI in this community?

Really, though, I’m kind of insulted. Bitterly so. So much so that I’m too offended to even feel really angry or upset. The fact you have sent this anonymously and “privately” is proof enough to me that you are not actually concerned, and have malicious intent. Who exactly are these “few other people” you are talking about? Why not post this publicly with your name behind it, if you’re so confident in your accusations? Doing so anonymously is, frankly, cowardly.

To make it incredibly clear - No. I don’t use AI in any of my fics. I literally work in academia where we are allergic to AI use. It’s false authorship. Using it in my career would end it. I’ve been writing fics for half of my life, I’d like to think I don’t need to rely on shitty AI prose and dialogue to tell a story. And I’m fully aware of how damaging AI use is to fic writers which is why I am vehemently against it. I’ve spoken to several other writers in the coven about how much I hate it.

Your proof is hilarious. Yes, I like semi colons and dashes. That’s my writing style. Is my use of the Oxford comma also suspicious to you? I also have favourite phrases and words I like to use, like every other writer. The 20k/30k chapters you are talking about were written in, on average, a month, so that’s ~1k words written a day which any other writer could tell you is possible. Also need I remind you that the 30k chapter was written while I was off work and bed-bound with pneumonia? So yeah, I might have had a little more free time to write in February and March.

I do my own editing rather than having a beta reader because throwing a novella at them to give feedback on would be insane. And I can only assume you are saying I’m using “AI evasion tools” (which…. What. What are you talking about) because you tried to use an AI detector on my fics and they came back with nothing. Because guess what. I don’t use AI. Because I love my fics.

Anyway. Guess I’m just going to feel bitter for a while over this. I was planning on scaling back my writing anyway in the summer since my PhD thesis writing period is approaching, but I might just start now. I’ll be focusing on safeword, hopeless and fragile things for the moment. I might write some short fics for AAA week but probably won’t find the time.

Thanks to everybody who has been so supportive and patient with me and my fic posting. I know it sucks that you have to wait so long between chapters, especially for safeword. But part of why they take so long is because I don’t want to rush writing them. I really appreciate everyone who has reached out to tell me how much my fics mean to them and how you have enjoyed them.

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screamin-abt-haikyuu · 1 year ago

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You're jealous but you can't do anything because you're not dating him (Part 7) - Wakatoshi Ushijima

Pairing: Ushijima x Fem! reader

Genre: Angst to fluff

Warnings: none, really? Reader calls him Toshi.

Requested by: @ushisrever

A/N: Can't believe I posted the last update to this more than two years ago. Has it really been that long???? The incomplete series has been bothering me for two years now lmao. Didn't think I'd ever find a fitting scenario for Ushiwaka but thanks to @dira333 helping me sound off some ideas, I was able to get that perfect "snap!" you get when you fit a puzzle piece in perfectly. Gave me enough brain juice to write this out before going back into hibernation.

Serving you some fresh, hot angst and then some lol. Enjoy the burn and then the healing. For someone who was as far removed from Ushiwaka (emotionally) as one can, writing this actually made me see him in a new light. Loved writing him. Hopefully, it stays as true to his canon nature as it can. Hopefully I don't trash this before it's out💀 but if you're reading this, it's good lol.

It feels like the entire Shiratorizawa is at the gates of the school.

"I can't believe she's coming to our school!"

"AAA I can't stop imagining how she'll look in our school uniform."

"Do you think she already has a boyfriend? Maybe I have a chance?"

"I don't know about a boyfriend but you certainly don't have a chance with her."

"Must you always be so cruel?!"

"If you think a star child actor who has made it so big in the industry is going to date a simpleton like you, you're delusional."

You sigh, annoyed, as you try to make your way through the babbling crowd. You're already late for your morning classes and you couldn't care any less about Hoshiko Nakamura. Or any celebrity for that matter.

"In fact, I don't think any boy in this school has a chance with her. Hmm... except maybe Ushiwaka? Not that he'd be interested in dating her anyway. Sometimes I feel like that guy doesn't have any emotions at all."

Your ears perk up at the Ace's name.

Wakatoshi Ushijima has become somewhat of a celebrity at school ever since he was selected for the under 19 representative for Japan in the Youth World Championship.

He was already well known as the formidable volleyball player who crushes any team that he takes on. However, his serious and stoic nature has kept most people from approaching him. Till now, at least.

The girl was right. Wakatoshi wouldn't even think about dating anyone. You seem fairly sure of that. However, the suggestion still leaves a bad taste in your mouth.

You're wrong about him not having any emotions you think as you finally break free from the crowd and sprint towards your classroom.

You've known Wakatoshi for as long as you can remember. You remember when his family moved into the house next to yours when you were just little kids. You remember watching the reserved, determined figure of the boy practicing volleyball all by himself in the nearby park. You remember going up to him and offering to play with him. Out of all these memories, the most vivid of them all was the way his eyes subtly lit up when you said you wanted to play with him.

Time has blurred into a haze since then. Even though you both went to different schools all through junior and middle school years, you both kept alive the tradition of playing volleyball together in park.

"You should come to Shiratorizawa," he had said that fateful day. You both were in the last year of middle school. It was a beautiful evening as you both walked back home from the park, the setting sun throwing hues of red and gold across the partially cloudy sky.

"That's not in my hands. I tried in middle school, remember? I want Shiratorizawa but Shiratorizawa doesn't seem to want me," you said, kicking a pebble on the road. Funny how I could say the same about you.

"That was three years ago. You have grown," he said without pause.

"We'll see. I don't want to get my hopes too high. You know just as well as I do that they give preference to athletes over normal students like me. Casual volleyball games with you are just about as sporty as I get," you said as you reached out to open the gate to your home.

You turned to say goodbye to him and found him looking at you, his expression more serious than usual.

"It's not about athleticism."

"Shiratorizawa only accepts the best. Be it volleyball or anything else. I believe you fit into that category. You should come," he says, looking straight into your eyes.

Your stomach flutters. How could he have so much faith in you? There is no doubt that he believes in you because Wakatoshi Ushijima always means what he says. Almost 5 years of knowing him had taught you that. You still found it hard to digest, though.

"I'll try my best, I promise."

"I know you will."

"Class, please give a warm welcome your new classmate, Hoshiko Nakamura!"

You can't help but gawk at her. Saying she is pretty would be a severe understatement. If she looks pretty on screen, it is nothing compared to what she looks like off screen. You look at your desk partner to see if he is thinking the same. Wakatoshi, however, seems to simply be listening to the teacher.

"Miss Nakamura, I'm sure you will have no problem settling in here. To kind of help you settle in this new environment, I was thinking of seating you next to Ushijima as I believe you two have met before at some of the national events."

The teacher might as well have thrown a bus at you and it would have felt just about the same as you do now.

Hoshiko's face lights up. "That would be great. Wakatoshi-kun has always been a delight to be with. Thank you for having me," she says and bows.

Did she just call him by his first name?

"Ah, Y/N, sorry for springing this on you so suddenly. I wanted to get a hold of you before morning class but couldn't. I hope it's not a problem," the teacher says.

You force a polite smile. "It's not a problem at all," you say and start packing your bag.

Hoshiko walks up to the desk and waits patiently for you to gather your stuff, thanking you again.

Your legs feel heavy as you take the empty seat diagonal to them in the adjacent row.

I'm panicking for no reason. They just know each other from an event. It makes sense to make her sit with a familiar and safe person, given her popularity. Yes, Wakatoshi is definitely the ideal choice in this scenario. He is not someone who would be creepy in any sense. He's also strong and intimidating so it would keep the creeps away. It's fine. It'll be fine. Nothing is going to happen between them... right?

"Wakatoshi-kun, I'm so glad I got to sit next to you," she says, smiling at him, speaking loud enough for people sitting nearby to hear.

"Actually, if I'm being honest, when I decided to come back to my hometown to complete my studies, I knew I wanted to go to Shiratorizawa immediately," she continues.

"Of course. Shiratorizawa is the best school in the prefecture. It's only natural to want to study here," Ushijima says, completely seriously.

Hoshiko blushes. "Ah... that is not what I meant... nevermind," she says, causing the guy behind them to burst into laughter.

It seems like the hollow sensation growing in your stomach is here to stay.

It has been two months since the day Hoshiko joined your school. With Ushijima going to school earlier than usual and practicing late into the night for the Inter High preliminaries, he hasn't been able to spend much time with you lately. Normally, this wouldn't have bothered you because you could see him in class everyday but with Hoshiko now taking your place, you barely get to say more than hi to him.

However, with the prelims now over and the upcoming week-long break ahead, you're hoping to get some one-on-one time with him once again. All these years with him have made him such an intrinsic part of your daily life that it feels like something big is missing when he's not around. To the world, Wakatoshi Ushijima might be a lot of things. But to you, Wakatoshi Ushijima is home. He is comfort. He is strength. He is someone that you know like the back of your own hand. He is someone that your heart always keeps coming back to. He is the only love you have ever known.

You know that he doesn't share the same feelings for you. But that doesn't stop your heart from longing for him.

The lessons for the day are over and you walk back to your class, eager to pack your bag and go home with Ushijima. You wonder if he'll want to go to the park in the evening.

"She's asking him out! She's asking him out!"

"No WAY! I am SO jealous."

A small crowd has gathered around the window and they're whispering amongst themselves as they look outside.

"Man, that Ushiwaka is so lucky! He gets to date the most beautiful girl in the entire country."

"I mean… he is in the nation's top 3 aces and an under 19 representative of Japan. Not to mention he's tall and strong and good looking. They're actually perfect for each other."

Your heart drops down to your feet.

You look out the window and find yourself looking at Hoshiko and Ushijima standing a ways away from the school building. They're in a quiet, secluded spot and Hoshiko seems to be blushing as she says something to him. You see him nod and say something in return. Hoshiko's face lights up in pure delight and even though they are at a distance, you can hear the joy in her voice.

"No way!!!! He said yes?? I thought he wasn't interested in girls!"

"Goddamn it! There goes my chance!"

You feel dizzy as you watch the two of them walk back to school together.

No. This can't be. You have always known that he doesn't like you that way. But you thought he wasn't interested in dating at all.

No. You shouldn't make any assumptions just yet. These gossip mongers are messing with your head. For all you know, he could have said yes to being in a show or something. You shouldn't despair before you hear the truth from him.

You blink back your tears and run to your class. Thankfully, it's empty. You take a few deep breaths to calm yourself and wait. Both of them soon appear in the hallway. The crowd surrounds them instantly, wanting to drown them in questions but Ushijima breaks away from them easily and walks towards the class. He comes up to you.

"Y/N. I'm sorry I won't be able to come to the park today."

It's true.

"Hoshiko and I are going to watch this new movie playing at the theatre-"

He's going on a date with her.

"Apparently it has a lot of volleyball in it-"

He's going on a date with h-

"You should join us."

Huh?

"What?"

"I figured you might like it since you play volleyball with me even though you don't play it otherwise."

What? What? What?? What is happening right now??

Ushijima patiently waits for your answer.

"Uh... Whose idea was it to go to the movie?"

"Nakamura's. Why?"

"And how did she bring up the idea?"

"Well, I was returning from the club and she asked to speak to me in private. And then she told me about the movie and if I wanted to watch it with her."

He didn't get it.

"Ah... Toshi... I'm pretty sure she was asking you out on a date."

His eyes widen with surprise.

"A... date? But she never said she had romantic feelings for me."

Could this mean...? Can I hope...?

"Well, her asking you out on the date was her way of saying it."

"I see. I didn't realise. Thank you for telling me. In that case, I should tell her my feelings for her as well."

He has feelings for her.

Your heart shatters.

You're glad that he walks out right away because you couldn't have stopped your tears from coming out even if you wanted to. You run out of the back door, desperate to get far away.

I guess I was the problem all this time. I just wasn't someone you could look at that way.

You had always known that. You had always known that he didn't feel for you the way you did. But that hadn't stopped you from falling for him. Hard. How could you have not? Eight years of knowing him... You didn't even realise when you fell for him. Loving him just came so naturally to you.

Logically, it makes sense. They make sense. She is beautiful and tall and smart. And so is he. They are the type of couple who would be featured on the cover of a magazine. Which, given their career trajectories, is bound to happen sooner or later.

But the heart doesn't care for logic and at this moment you feel like it will actually burst from the amount of pain you're feeling.

You spend the rest of the evening and the entire night crying in your room.

Morning comes and you feel worse than ever. Your head is throbbing, your nose is stuffy and your eyes are swollen. You decide to skip school. It's the last day before break anyway. Maybe this break will be good for you. It will give you some time to adjust to everything and compose yourself.

You go back to bed and sleep through the entire day.

You thought you'd feel better after getting some rest but you still feel like shit.

You drag yourself out of bed. Your entire body feels like it weighs ten times more.

Maybe a shower and some fresh air will do you good.

You head out.

No matter how much you try to think of something else, your mind keeps coming back to him. Your eyes keep searching for him. You look in the direction of his room. The curtains are open and you can see it is empty.

Of course he's not home yet. He's probably out with her again.

Even though it's barely a minute away, you feel exhausted by the time you reach the park. Thankfully, it is empty.

You sit on one of the swings and look around. Most of your memories with Ushijima are tied to this park. This is where you both have spent the majority of your last eight years together.

All the sweet memories make you tear up again.

"You didn't come to school today."

You were so lost in your head that you didn't realise when he walked up to you. You blink back your tears.

"Oh... hi. Yeah, I - I wasn't feeling very well today," you say, not meeting his eye.

"You seem upset."

He noticed.

"Oh... I'm fine. Really. It's just been a rough day. It's nothing to worry about," you say, still evading his gaze.

He sits on the swing next to you. You look to the side and see he has a volleyball in his lap.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

You quickly avert your gaze again.

"No."

"I see. Well, would you like me to distract you? Talk about something else?"

It is getting harder to keep your tears in check. You're sure your voice will crack if you speak. You just nod.

"You would've liked the movie. It wasn't as focused on volleyball as Nakamura said it would-"

Great. He's chosen the worst topic he could have talked about. You don't want to hear about his date. You need to change the topic. Quickly.

"What are you doing here?" you blurt out the one question that has been weighing on your mind ever since he came here.

"What do you mean? I came here to play volleyball with you."

"I- I mean... I thought you would spend your free time with Ho-Hoshiko from now."

"Why would I do that?"

"B- because you're d-dating her?" Your voice cracks.

"I am not dating Nakamura."

What?

"What do you mean you're not dating her? I thought you liked her. Didn't you go on a date with her yesterday?"

"I do like her. Just not romantically. And no, I went to watch the movie with Tendou. She had already bought the tickets so I bought them from her. I wanted to watch it with you but you went home. "

"But... you left to tell her your feelings for her..."

"I did. I wanted to clarify that I only feel for her as a friend. It was only thanks to you that I was able to tell her in time before I ended up hurting her unintentionally."

"I...see..."

Relief floods your heart. You suddenly feel a hundred pounds lighter. You finally gather the courage to look at him. He is looking right back at you.

"Can I ask you something?" you say, your lower lip trembling.

"Of course."

"Do you have romantic feelings for anyone?"

You instantly regret speaking up as soon as the question leaves your mouth. You know he never lies. And if he doesn't feel the same w-

"Yes. You."

You stare at him blankly.

It's subtle but his expression has changed from completely serious to something a little softer. You can't quite place what it is. Is it concern? nervousness? Adoration?

"R-really? You like me? Romantically?"

"Yes."

"Since when?"

"Ah," he rubs his chin, "I'm not sure..."

You're still having difficulty believing that any of this is real.

"You know," he continues, "After my father, you were the first person who ever wanted to play with me."

He points towards the corner of the park. "I was practicing against that wall that day when you came up to me. Do you remember?"

"Of course I remember. I can never forget that day."

"So many people have come and gone from my life but you have been with me for so long that, I guess somewhere along the way I just assumed you would stay forever. Which, I now realise, I shouldn't have."

He feels the same. He has always felt the same.

"Toshi?"

He turns to you again.

"I love you."

He breaks into a soft smile.

"I love you too."

Holyshit this was a ride. I'm glad I wrote this and I hope you guys enjoy.

Reblogs appreciated. Please do not steal or repost.

Taglist: @pinkiipeachiikeen @duckymcdoorknob @kakiwrites @ebiharachan @r0binscript I wasn't sure if you guys still want to be tagged for this series, seeing that it has been over two years so let me know if you want me to remove you from the taglist.

Check out THIS POST to know what all characters I have written for in this series.

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