#my friend has a free guest pass to here and i wanna go back and draw with more time!

[aurosoulart]

painting in augmented reality beside the koi pond (at The Huntington) 🐟

[cottagecheese1]

Hey, I wanna start by saying I love your work.

My guilt pleasure is your Unhinged Worlds series. A lot of Chris Evan’s characters don’t get much attention and I love that you cater to all and the spice is just amazing.

My request is if we could get more Johnny Storm x reader smut fics. Either outside of the series with a Friends with Benefits types situation where the reader has to be all serious with the avengers and Steve and so they go to Johnny when they wanna blow off some steam (or make some 😏) and they have have together but also smutty. Or if it’s within the Unhinged Worlds series maybe a standalone chapter with just Step Brother!Johnny and the reader, like after everything that’s happened he gets a bit jealous/possessive and while everyone else is out decides to fuck them ‘the right way’ and ravishes them with some extra hidden emotions, like he says sweet things while ruining them physically.

Idk, my brain has gone to a filthy place and your writing is just so good. Feel free to take your own way cause it’s your writing after all but I just need me some more Johnny smut, he needs some more appreciation.

Thank you so much, we love you.

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a/n: I wanted you to know that your request motivated me to keep writing this series :) I just didn't think people were reading it, thank you! And I also agree, not too many good Johnny reads out there!

summary: A few years after your father died, your mother marries a new man, to you having a new family meant new beginnings, but what happens when your new beginning comes spiraling apart just because of the people that made them.

paring: dark stepdad Andy Barber x reader x dark dbf Lloyd Hansen x reader x dark stepbrother Johnny storm x reader x dark bbf Colin Shea. warnings- (DDLG undertones) stepcest, Johnny is NOT Andy's biological father, he is the adopted son. smut, do not engage if you are uncomfortable with any of the following, spanking, blackmail, p in v, edging, thigh riding, oral, fingering.

Series master list right here

Another day you have to go through this. Another day except you lay in the guest bedroom with Lloyds arm draped around your waist, his breathing light as his bare chest is pressed to your back. You sigh, but at least you finally have a moment to yourself. You think as you slowly roll onto your back, desperately hoping not to wake the sleeping man beside you. Lloyd groans as he feels you shift under his embrace, and he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, you feel his breath on your neck. It's annoying in a way, with your mind racing and with no way out at 7:00 in the morning.

You feel his arm tighten around you as he lets out a small huff, you glance over and see his eyes flutter open. He leans over a bit to press a small kiss to your temple and you swallow nervously, with your heart racing as his lips curve up in a small smile, his expression looking more than awake now.

Lloyd hums in amusement at your expression and leans a bit more over you, “morning pumpkin, I’m surprised you’re up this early..I did wear you out nicely last night didn’t I?”, he jokes as you cringe at his dirty reference.

You can’t help but scoff at the cheesiness of his words, which doesn’t seem to pass him easily as he suddenly grabs your face, forcing your lips into a pout. Lloyd strokes your cheek softly and chuckles gruffly, his morning voice still slightly present, “What? Not in the mood for a joke princess? That's alright, you're probably just hangry hm?.”, your stomach seems to grumble on cue, and you push his hand off your face with a whine, already frustrated by his teasing.

He laughs and gives you a playful scolding look, “aw, that's not very nice now is it princess? How about you use your words like a big girl, so we can start this day off on a good note.” You sit silently in protest, but your stomach speaks loudly to you. He smiles smugly and lays back against the pillows, “Or, we can sit here for as long as I like until you use that pretty voice”, you sit up and look at your chipped nail polish in a silent thought. Should you break? Give him what he wants so he knows you're weak?

You sit in thought, but your need for food takes your mind over as you sigh in defeat, looking over at Lloyd hesitantly, “Can we please go get some food.?” You state rather softly, and he perks up in amusement at your voiced request.

He sighs dramatically and reaches over to tuck a stray piece of hair out of your face, “We can..but I deserve a kiss first don’t I? For being so patient, since you were acting like a complete brat”, you sigh and close your eyes, not understanding why you guys can’t eat first and deal with this later. Slowly you lean over and press a small kiss to his cheek, but he pulls back with a laugh and a head shake, “now I said a kiss sugar. Not a cute little peck on the cheek, try again or I’ll teach you the right way.” He states more firmly, which makes you lean in a bit more hesitantly as you rest your hands on his broad shoulders and press your lips against his this time. In a hope he won’t make you do it again.

He puts his hand on the back of your head, pushing you deeper into the kiss as you let out a small whimper. You can’t help but melt into the kiss a bit as he supports your head gently and presses your body against his in a silent want. He pulls away and presses his lips against your forehead softly in satisfaction, “good girl, see? It wasn’t that bad now was it?”, you nod slowly as your cheeks flush at his pet name.

He hums in acceptance at your silent answer as he gets another quick glance at you before reaching over to grab his shirt to pull it over your head. You put your arms through the holes and turn away from him to get out of bed on weak legs, and get your shorts from yesterday off the floor. As you slide them up your legs, Lloyd comes up behind you and grips your hips gently as he pulls you against him, and leans down to pepper kisses on your neck gently which makes you shiver.

You walk through the door, and through the hallway, entering the kitchen. Lloyd follows behind you and you look up to see everyone doing their daily tasks until you two make your appearance, Andy perks up at the entrance and he chuckles, “Looks like you two are finally up..did you have fun honey?” He asks condescendingly as Lloyd walks past you to the fridge. You scoff a bit and look the other way, which doesn’t go unnoticed by him, he walks over slowly and tilts your chin up, “I’m not gonna be so nice next time you give me attitude, so how about you start behaving now hm?” you swallow nervously and nod slowly as your lips part slightly, “sorry..I..It was alright I guess” That was a lie. You hated every second in that room with Lloyd, but you couldn’t say that.

Right as Andy is fixing to respond, Johnny prances over with a smug smile and wraps his arm around your shoulder. This action weirdly made you feel a bit better, especially when Andy towers over you. Johnny hums, “why don’t you spend the day with me sweetheart, besides, everyones leaving this morning and it’ll just be me and you” Andy rolls his eyes at Johnny's words, looking at both of you before sighing, “Well, your not wrong, I have to go to work, and Lloyd is coming with me so it’ll just be you two”

I mentally sigh in relief and Andy leans in to kiss your forehead, “Be a good girl and listen to Johnny..” he then turns to look at Johnny, “you too, behave.” He chuckles and nods, pulling you closer to him, “Oh, we will..won’t we sweetheart?” You gulp and nod, forcing yourself to give a soft smile. At that Andy smiles in satisfaction and takes his leave out the front door, along with Lloyd following behind.

Johnny turns towards you and his eyes darken a bit, you take a step back and he follows right with you, he sighs dramatically, “You know..I’ve wanted you all to myself for so, so long and this is finally my chance. Those assholes can’t take you away from me now” You whimper at his words and keep backing up until you feel your back hit the wall, and he chuckles darkly while blocking you right against him.

He leans in closer and presses gentle but rough kisses on your neck, biting and marking you in the process. You try to look away while your voice cracks, “please don’t hurt me..” you plead softly. Johnny laughs and shakes his head, his lips right against your ear, “Oh no, no baby, the last thing I’m gonna do is hurt you tonight. I’m gonna fuck so good, but I’ll be nice and gentle, because I know thats exactly how my precious little angel likes it.” He coos mockingly and your cheeks can’t help but flush at his crude words.

“You're so cute you know that? I hate when those assholes treat you like a thrown around toy..but maybe I just want you all to myself you know?” He says more to himself than you, but still you gasp and keep quiet. He leans in to kiss you passionately and slowly leads you to his bedroom, taking your shirt off and groping your chest roughly as you whine at the sensitive pressure.

He lays you down gently on the bed as he pulls his sweatpants down, you glance down to see his thick cock bobbing against his stomach and you get a bit nervous. Johnny sees your expression and chuckles, “I know it's nothing you're used to but I told you I would take care of you angel, we’ll go slow okay?” His words make you feel a bit better as you nod, he moves his thigh between your legs to spread them apart.

You take a deep breath as he slowly inserts myself inside you, he groans in pleasure as tears brim in your eyes from the burning stretch from his cock. Johnny looks down at you and leans down to coo and wipe your tears gently, “Shh, it's okay Angel, it’ll feel good in a minute just give it time..You're being so good for me you know that?” You take a deep breath and nuzzle your face into his neck, his thrusts become a bit faster and deep. The pain slowly fades away and you let out a soft moan.

He smiles and pants a bit more as he groans in pleasure when he feels you squeeze around his cock, “Holy shit..you feel like heaven baby, I’m gonna keep you all to myself. Take you away from this place and fuck you whenever I want, because your mine. Hear that? Say it. Say your mine.” At this point the coil in your lower abdomen is slowly coming undone, and you moan loudly as your eyes roll back in pleasure.

“I’m yours! I’m all yours just please let me cum..” You plead desperately and Johnny moans in pleasure at your words as he comes closer to his release, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum angel..you want me to fill you up hm? Stuff you full so I can steal you away, so you can have my babies and take care of me? You’d fucking love that wouldn’t you?” His dirty words only make you whine in satisfaction as you finally unravel around him, gushing around his cock as he rocks into you, chasing his own release.

He slumps against you and you wrap your arms around him as he pants in satisfaction, “Good girl..that was amazing, you did so good for me too.” He praises you as you stop to catch your breath, the air lingers with sweat and sex, but you actually don’t seem to mind. Actually you seemed to enjoy this way more than you did with anyone else.

Johnny rolls next to you and pulls you to his chest, and you relax against him, for once you actually felt comfortable with someone in this house and who knew it would be Johnny. He reaches down to stroke your hair softly as he hums, “This is nice..just me and you, and I don’t have to share you with anyone, fucking fantastic right?” He chuckles and you nod. I guess he was right, You had way more of an enjoyable experience with Johnny, then anyone else, maybe this wasn’t as bad as you thought it was.

At Least with Johnny. You snuggle into him, and he smiles softly at your affections, he kisses your forehead before getting out of bed and he turns to look at you, “I’m gonna go get you some water..don’t miss me too much, okay?” he winks playfully, and he can’t help but smile at his lighthearted banter. Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.

[sophahq]

Drunk kisses 〔Simon〕

Pairing: Simon x fem!oc

Summary: In which Chloe's Friday night takes a turn.

Warnings: Alcohol use

Word count: 1001

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Chloe's POV

"Hey Chloe. How's it going?" Tobi said as he opened his arms for a hug which I gladly accepted. "It's been a while since we all last saw you."

"Yeah it's going alright. I've been extremely busy with work, yknow? Being a teacher is not easy." He chuckled, nodding his head understandingly.

Friday nights were the only nights where I can just relax. Truthfully, I loved my job but it gets difficult sometimes. The headteacher at the school I work at is completely incompetent. So, I have to do alot of the planning for not only my class, but also a few other things for the whole school.

That's why I love Friday nights. I get to go out with my friends and not worry about it all. I grew up with Tobi and Josh and that's how I met some of my closest friends.

"Ayyyy Chloe! You made it!" I heard from my best friend as I was suddenly picked up off my feet and spun around.

"SIMON PUT ME DOWN!" I giggled as he eventually placed me down so I was facing him. Over the almost 4 years that I've known him, he's always intrigued me. There's something about him that makes me want to spend all my time with him.

"So, what you drinking tonight? The usual?" He asked as we walked to the bar together.

"Yep, always the same." I always get a vodka coke, boring I know. It's just one of the only drinks I can handle. He bought me the drink and handed it to me. I thanked him and took a sip.

"Are you wearing a new perfume?" He asked, raising his eyebrow.

"You noticed? Yeah, I am." I smiled, looking down, feeling slightly flustered. I felt his finger under my chin, lifting my head up to look him in the eyes. His hand reached over to a stray strand of hair that had fallen out of my bun. He tucked it behind my ear before smirking and walking away.

I felt my cheeks go red. This has happened many times. He does something to make me flustered, then he walks away like nothing happened. He is my best friend, but I think there's some other feelings there that I have definitely thought about.

After that, I didn't see him for the rest of the night. I wanted to talk to everyone else seeing as I don't get to spend much time with them nowadays.

"Chloe, over here! Come do a few shots with us!" Ethan hollered me over. Him and Harry were handing out sambuca shots.

"Sambuca? I guess I shouldn't really be surprised by this." I chuckled before downing 3.

"Teacher by day, alcoholic by night." Harry joked which caused me and Ethan to laugh. Extremely loud. Catching the attention of quite a few people in the bar.

Some time had passed and we were now all quite drunk. Tobi, being one of the few sober ones, has helped us order Ubers to get home. JJ offered for me to crash at his and Simon's place for tonight which I gladly accepted.

We clambered into the Uber after saying goodbye to everyone and made ourselves comfortable. It was only a 10 minutes drive from the bar to theirs so it wouldn't take too long, thankfully.

The whole 10 minutes, was just giggling. There was nothing that funny being said, but whatever it was, made us laugh alot.

We made it in the house without anyone tripping over, but there were a few close calls.  I took my heels off as JJ and Simon collapsed on the sofa. I went straight to the kitchen to get a glass of water. I drank mine then got one for each of the boys. They chugged them before we all dragged ourselves upstairs.

"Where do you wanna sleep? We have the guest room free?" Simon asked. I agreed before saying goodnight to a half asleep JJ. He went into his room and almost immediately fell asleep. I giggled at the sight before following Simon into his room.

"Can I borrow some clothes? I really don't want to sleep in a dress." We chuckled as he handed me some sweats and a very oversized t-shirt. I went to the bathroom to get changed then came back to say goodnight.

"Chloe, do you just wanna sleep in here? There's enough room for the both of us on my bed." He asked, a grin plastered on his face.

"Okay. Your bed looks hella comfy." I exclaimed, jumping into his bed. I glanced up at him as he crawled in next to me. I was slightly sat up to check something on my phone as I felt his chin lean on my shoulder.

"Whatcha looking at?" He said with his eyes squinted.

"Something about work, very boring." I giggled, placing my phone down. He lifted his head off my shoulder, I turned to face him. Once again, staring into his eyes.

He didn't look away, so I didn't either. He leaned in slightly, so our lips were almost touching.

"Kiss me." I whispered. He closed the gap between us, putting a hand on my jaw and the other around my waist. I wrapped my hands around his neck, pulling him closer.

My heart started beating fast, I felt my blood rushing through my veins. The kiss felt delicate yet heated. One of my hands began to entangle in his hair. I felt him smirk into the kiss.

I pulled away to breathe which I wish I didn't have to do. We both sat there trying to catch our breath.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." He confessed. My eyes lit up as my face broke out into an even bigger smile.

"I like you so much Simon, you have no idea."

"Can I take you out on a date tomorrow night?"

"Pick me up at 6." I smirked, kissing him once again.

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A/N

First oneshot! Lemme know what you think :D

[nejishadow]

PART 5 of Kenji Tomochika and kenjikoto drabbles and things, because I have way too many ideas!

Same all all these compilation posts, you're free to be inspired or build on these ideas, for the ships and characters involved! Fanfic / fanart / whatever!! Just please show me or I'll be unfulfilled in this life

This is kinda catching up on stuff, so it's a huge mix of random things. As always spent too much time cleaning and tidying everything ha

Guest starring tomozuki, a cameo from Hidetoshi, and overthinking way too much about this stuff!

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Headcanon stuff

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Headcanon that Kenji also owns a PSP (I always assumed Junpei's handheld was one), and just maybe puts off his studying to play it. I imagine more casual games like Daxter, but maybe also classics like Tomb Raider. Maybe the Metal Gear titles, once Peacewalker comes out. Can see him and Junpei passing that back and forth to figure it out. Maybe him and Makoto pass Megaman X or Powered up back and forth when they're on the train, and Kenji ends up watching him play more than he himself plays it.

It also gives Kenji and Makoto something to do during their sleepover. I dunno if Kenji would have a PS3 even if his family is well off enough to afford a private school, the prices on those things was dumb

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Read a fic that mentioned how some people plan out their dream wedding from a mega young age And thought, is that Kenji behavior?

Came to the conclusion he's never thought about it, what's the point? It's so far on the future. Then that led to, no way Makoto has thought about that stuff either, considering, well, Everything.

Funny if meeting another person who just doesn't care about that stuff gets him thinking about it for once. But comes to the conclusion that maybe marriage is overrated huh, he couldn't hang out so much with his best friend if he got married! (He will not think about the exact meaning of that for a Long Time, he's dense)

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I was thinking about the ferris wheel line in my fic, and thought farther Kenji does feel the guy who's afraid of stuff like heights and rollercoasters. But if his friend is also afraid, he'll be brave to make them more comfortable to face that fear.

Which then made me think, Makoto pretending to be afraid of rollercoasters -- cause he knows Kenji will step up to help him -- because he didn't wanna sit next to a stranger on the ride

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Ship Stuff

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Thinking about tomozuki and/or kenjikoto trying to study

Starts out ok, Makoto and Kenji focused, Makoto in order to keep the others focused, Kenji because he does not want to take summer or catch up classes.

But Ryoji makes that harder and harder. First just tilting in the chair or flipping a pen But then he starts walking around, finding excuses to bring up convos. Makoto finally telling him to sit down

Ok! Malicious compliance. Shoves his chair between them and sits down, resting on Kenji, then on Makoto, reading both their notes.

Kenji sputtering, dude! You could sit anywhere!

And he wants to sit here

Sigh. Makoto doesn't care, if it means they'll both focus sit wherever. He's been through too many antics to be affected much. (Ryoji originally wasn't supposed to be here anyways, supposed to be just him and Kenji)

Kenji grumbling, fine, he's used to this anyways, he guesses.

Smug Ryoji, he's won

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I dunno how common school dances are in Japan, but I was thinking of Kenji trying to ask Makoto, but trying to be chill? Not succeeding?? Something just after school is let out before they leave class.

"So… ask anyone to the dance yet?"

"Nah."

"… are you going at all?"

"Nah. Don't dance much."

"Well, I already paid for tickets, but everyone I asked turned me down so, I thought you could have one… Just in case! Or we could go together - not like together together, alone together? Agh, ignore everything I'm sayin', man, I'm just being dumb. Can give it to one of your doormmates or somethin'."

Makoto looking at him, head resting on his hands. Staring. He's really thinking… Takes the ticket

"Sure. I don't want your money to go to waste. I'll pick you up."

Kenji, getting a bit flustered, assumes Makoto's poking fun at him a little bit "C'mon dude, I'm not a girl! You don't have to act like some prince or whatever."

"Ok, if you say so"

Makoto's now going to convince Mitsuru to lend him her motorcycle to pick up Kenji for this dance, which will prompt her to ask why, and it will all end with Makoto dressing so fancy and embarrassing Kenji by picking him up on said motorcycle along with flowers and who knows what else lol

Also also I can only see Makoto ships ending up on the roof to dance to their own music, cause the main floor is either too loud or too much drama. Much more fun with just each other.

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Thinking about Kenji overthinking valentines day If he gives Makoto chocolate does that make him look girly, will he be made fun of? But he wouldn't think that if Makoto gave him any… If he doesn't and Makoto was expecting some he'd look stupid! … but Makoto doesn't seem the type to be dazzled you bought him chocolate He could wait til white day! But if Makoto doesn't give him any for valentines won't he look desperate? Raagh this stuff is so dumb * thunks head on desk *

Makoto in his seat meanwhile zero worries. He's planning to give everyone he knows some cookies (if Kenji gets extra nobody better bring it up (Ryoji would and be pouty about it))

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Don't think I've talked about my thoughts on how affectionate protags are.

Physically, Makoto the least. Barely will touch people or get in their bubble… unless you're someone very close to him. Kenji very used to this, he's usually the one initiating any sorta touch. Until they start dating. Then Makoto is a lot more touchy

Turn a corner where there aren't a lotta people? Links their pinkies for a second Waiting for the train? Holds Kenji's arm and leans on him for a bit Watching a movie? Won't stop holding his hand and playing with their fingers And when chilling at home, just fully leaning on him, legs tangled and ready to nap

Kenji very much enjoying it, but it's not good for his heart cause he's not used to it. Every time Makoto brushes him has a mini heart attack, but no way he'd tell him to stop

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Had very short thought of Kenji convincing Makoto to go to a house party (presumably they'd be newly into college, dormmates?), he's heard the things are wild fun! Makoto prob agreed to mostly keep an eye on him, doesn't want Kenji getting into too much trouble.

But very quickly, Makoto is miserable. He doesn't know many people here, it's loud and not in a good way, he wants out. But can't just abandon Kenji, who knows what could happen.

Kenji finally notices, and immediately any fun vibes are dead. Annoyed with himself he didn't think about this, the guy's always wearing headphones of course it's gonna be too loud. Drags Makoto out with him, despite any protests. Realizes he can't have any fun if Makoto's not having fun. He wanted them to have fun together after all.

They finally find a place to sit, and Kenji just tight hugs Makoto, learned during their years of friendship the pressure eases him. Kenji assuring Makoto it's more fun to hang out with just him anyway. Don't worry about it. Let's just go buy a huge pizza and watch bad movies until 6 am

Then they can both be wrapped up in a huge blanket with their pizza, and get to decompress.

Aka two different types of autism, they're still figuring out all the ins and outs of occupying the same space, what they can and can't do together

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Singer / Idol and Fan AU

I'm not as interested in idol or singer AUs - outside of a few specific renditions - but I was sick so it was something I was thinking about

Makoto part of a band as rapper and backup singer, not the most popular member of it, but possibly the most skilled. Been doing music as a hobby the longest and the only one who can rap.

First time Kenji listens to their music, Makoto's vocals really impress him. Listens to the songs with Makoto at the forefront way more, because he really likes his voice. It is not because he finds his voice attractive, don't even insinuate it (that's 100% the reason)

These AUs can go a million ways, so unsure exactly the way I would go with it. - Band coming back to Tatsumi port for a break after a small tour? - Back there for a special concert as a favor to Mitsuru, who's helped pay for tours? - Makoto quits for a bit due to the stress - not doing this for stardom anyway - and somehow him and Kenji meet? - Kenji goes to a meet and greet and is the only one to hold an extended convo with Makoto, everyone else trying to talk to the other band members (maybe Yukari, Aki and Shinji)??

Could even combine multiple ideas. Band returns for a special concert, because Makoto is going on break (public doesn't know this), and Kenji figures it out at the meet and greet because other fans want to talk to the others instead, Makoto offputs a lotta people after all.

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Dating Sim AU

Makoto is Kenji's fav character in a game -- if we're being more tropey a side character in a dating sim --who suddenly is romanceable / the game acts as if he romanced him.

Kenji so confused. None of the guys are romanceable, especially not a side character. Is his disc scratched up and the wrong visuals are getting loaded?

But all this dialogue is new... he always did wanna know more about Makoto... nothing's crashed so maybe it'll be ok to keep playing? Maybe it's cut content he somehow activated by doing stuff the devs never expected, he doesn't know.

Unsure if it'd be better to lean into the 'Makoto is sentient' angle, so he can come to like Kenji back and want to be with him. Or whether it is a part of the game that shouldn't have been accessed, but Kenji's sheer affection activated it. Both could be bittersweet because could end it on Makoto will never be real or only his, but I'm a sucker so would like a way for them to have a happy ending.

Then you get the silly but sweet cute visual of a character kissing a screen, because that's the closest they can get to the other.

I'm just a sucker for stories of people being forced to confront their true selves. In this case Kenji coming to accept he likes men through the safe place that is Makoto's romance route.

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Android Makoto AU

This one came about while thinking vaguely of Absolute Boyfriend (I haven't read the manga in over 10 years so idk keep that in mind lol)

Makoto made as the perfect house companion android. He's generally the opposite traits of Kenji because of this. Quiet, reserved, not overly talkative and not touchy.

Maybe parents got him because they're gone so often, and can keep their son company (aka out of trouble). But Kenji refuses to treat him like a robot. He looks and acts like a guy, he's gonna treat him like one!

Insert long sequence of events wherein Makoto learns all the stuff about being human, getting to choose what and who he is, and comes to love Kenji, though it may take Kenji even longer to realize he returns those feelings.

They also get to have a cute montage of Kenji dressing him up with everything from his closet, refuses to keep him in boring formal looking stuff, his parents aren't around much anyway, they can suck it up. Makoto comes to treasure the first outfit he was given, the first action that showed him he can be more than others tell him he is.

[collectingsparechangemadeeasy1]

A Reunion Long Overdue

I am very excited about this one! I’ve wanted to write this part for awhile! Hope you like it uwu!

1 year and 2 months he’s been living with Glynda. 1 year and 2 months… Oscar was nearly two. So much had changed in what sounded like a long time, but felt like a moment. But today… Today felt like years. Because he was waiting for someone. Or rather, someone’s. Today he was going to see his family again after a decade. A whole decade… How much has changed? How much was different now? Would he even recognize his brothers or his fathers anymore?

He shook his head and rubbed a damp cloth on Oscar’s cheek, cleaning away breakfast. He smiled faintly, this little one had brought so much light into his life. Light he didn’t even realize was missing.

“Well aren’t you a messy little mister?” he chuckled, picking up the bouncing baby boy and kissing his cheek.

“Are you seriously still in your pajamas?” a familiar teasing voice asked, and Ozpin chuckled.

“Maybe. Don’t want my day cloths to be all messed up by mr.GottaThrowAllMyBabyFood over here. Is that ok with you Glyny?” he asked, a fake pout on his lips.

Glynda snorted and rolled her eyes, bumping his shoulder as she passed. “Never call me Glyny, and get changed. Your family is gonna be here any minute.”

Right… family. Could he even call them that? 10 years and 3 months apart, he’d missed so much, he knew so little about their lives after all. Glynda had been only his friend growing up, she knew his brothers of course, but was never as close to them. So when he’d left, she’d told him that contact had dwindled. She would help them search, but she stopped after 3 years. They… they never did.

He’d been shocked to hear that. They NEVER stopped looking for him. For 10 years. He really didn’t deserve them… Did he?

He shook his head of the thoughts and headed to the guest room Glynda had been letting him stay in. “What do you wanna wear today little manticore?” he asked his son. Oscar babbled a bit, but Oz was able to make out “ion” and “usie”. Which meant lion onesie! Heh, he was so smart.

“One lion onesie coming up! Maybe your adorableness will help me not get absolutely destroyed by your uncles!” he chirped, all smiles and coos with Oscar. The little one giggled and clapped his hands happily. “Keep that up and we’re home free honey!”

Oscar was far less fussy about getting dressed today, which was both thankful, and not thankful for. Thankful because it was always good when Oscar was relaxed and happy, not thankful because if Oscar was fussy… he might be able to get out of this whole mess. But no dice there, just a few buttoned up buttons, a cute lion hood, and a slow trudge to his own little wardrobe to get dressed. He hummed as he looked at the clothes. “What do you think, little manticore? Should I go for casual “Oh it’s been so long, great to see you!” or formal “It’s been years and I want to make a good impression”? Maybe a dress?” Oscar just babbled unhelpfully, chewing on his teething ring Oz had carved for him. Ozpin sighed with a fond smile, looks like he was on his own. ”Maybe a new style entirely. I wear black and red and gray too much. Maybe something lighter… a real “Hey I’m a nice guy now” vibe. …A sweater vest would be a one way street to teasing, rather not give them more ammo…” About an hour later Glynda came up to find the poor guy face down on the floor, Oscar giggling on his back, the entire wardrobe scattered on the floor. “Wow.”

“I don’t know what to weeeeear!” he moaned, “Everything is either too fancy, not fancy enough, too dark or too light, or makes me look weird!”

“Do you think you might be, oh I don’t know, over thinking this?” she asked, kneeling next to him and poking his cheek. “Just wear something comfortable.” He looked up at her with previously unseen tears in his eyes, “No! I have to wear something good! Something that shows I’m changed! Something that-that-” Glynda petted his hair with uncommon tenderness, “Ozzy, it’s ok. They’ve loved you for all these years. They’ve been looking for you for all this time. I don’t think wearing the wrong outfit is going to change that.”

He let out a small sob and leaned into her hand, “I’m… I’m scared Glyn… It’s been so long.”

She smiled softly, “I know Ozzy, I know. But you have to face that fear and tell it fuck off!”

That got a little warbly laugh from the man, “R-right, just gotta tell it to fuck off!”

“That’s the spirit!” she laughed, picking up Oscar and letting Oz sit up. “Now… get dressed and come down stairs. You’re family’s here.”

A few minutes later, Ozpin came down, he wore a green, brown, and beige patchwork sweater, a white t-shirt, and brown pants with white shoes. He was holding Oscar close, like he was a teddy bear that was going to protect Oz from the monster in the closet.

The scene was an achingly familiar one, even if so much had changed. Ozma, Diggs, his dad and his papa, all gathered around the table with Glynda, chatting and teasing each other. Ozma was noticeably older, laughter lines around his eyes, his hair was longer and he could see some gray streaks here and there. Diggs had his marshmallow white hair tied back in a ponytail, he had the same laugh lines, and a large burn scar on his cheek that hadn’t been there before.

But then there were his parents… They looked so much older than Oz remembered them. His dad, Ozymandias, had a beard now, it was groomed well, but it, along with his long chestnut hair, was streaked with gray. His face was more wrinkled, worry lines in his forehead, crows feet, age lines around his mouth… And the way he sat, more hunched, when Oz always remembered him sitting tall and proud, perfect posture he’d instilled in his sins. His papa, Ambrosius, was as handsome as ever, but his face held the same signs of age as his dad. His short dark blue hair was now speckled with silver, his bright golden eyes seemed dimmer. He also seemed more demeur than he used to be, no longer the life of the party so to speak.

Ozpin took all of this in as he stepped into the proverbial lion's den, sitting next to Glynda, keeping her between him and his family. The conversation had died, and Ozpin didn’t know what to say. What could he say? It had been a decade since he ran from them, without so much as a note… He looked away from his family's eyes that bore into him, scrutinizing him, judging him. He held Oscar a little closer, trying to keep the shaking in his hands from being noticed.

He only looked up again when he heard someone stand, his dad, he was still so regal, so kingly, even after all these years. Even with his aging body, he held an air about him, powerful and worthy of respect without demanding it. His expression was unreadable, and he moved slowly towards Oz, almost like the silvernette was a scared wild animal who may bolt at any moment.

Ozpin stayed still, feeling very much like said scared animal, especially when Glynda gently took Oscar from his hold. He stared up at his father, still taller than him by quite a bit. He looked into those aged green eyes, and his knees nearly buckled from under him when he saw that same familiar warmth, that same familiar love, not dimmed or lessened in the slightest.

“Dad…” he breathed, eyes welling up as his throat caught with a painful lump.

It seemed that was all the older man needed though, as he quickly embraced Ozpin, holding him tight to his chest like so many years ago. Ozpin let out a sob as he quickly returned the embrace, gods how he’d missed this. He hadn’t realized how much he missed his dads hugs, so strong and warm, making him feel like nothing could hurt him so long as his dad was there.

“Dad!” he whined, holding him tighter, wetting his shirt with tears. “Dad!” “Shh, thaur noo sweetheart. yoo’re awe rite.” his fathers low rumbling voice, his accent thick as ever. The sound just made him sob harder, he missed that sound so much, he missed hearing him tell stories, missed teasing him about his accent, missed hearing him sing old songs from his youth. He’d missed his dad.

Another body joined the hug, warmer and softer, but no less powerful. His papa, the kind, silly, exuberant, always the first with a joke or to tell a highly animated story. He’d hold them when they cried, be silly to make them laugh, he was always first to go into papa bear mode when Oz or his brothers were threatened. He was the best at scaring away bad dreams, always telling them that “Monsters are too scared of me to come anywhere near this place!” And it always made him feel better.

He held both as best he could, sobbing into them as he felt his brothers join the hug. He cried out in grief, all the years he’d missed, all the pain he’d caused, and yet they still loved him. They still came to him when called, they still held him so tight, they still cried with him, murmuring about how they loved him, how they were so happy they finally found him.

It took nearly an hour of crying, hugging, and gentle words before everyone finally calmed down enough to separate and sit down to actually talk. Oz took Oscar back and kissed his little cheek, he smiled softly at the little bundle of joy in his arms. “Everyone…” he said softly, voice raspy from all the crying, “This is Oscar, my son.”

(translation of Ozmynadias line just in case: “Shh, there now sweetheart. You’re alright.”)

[readjthompson]

Well, since my novelette Cancel Toby Chalmers! (copyright me, now) has been sitting around, completed, for nearly 16 months, I’ve decided to share it for free, until it’s later released as part of a Toby Chalmers collection.

Here's the final chapter.

Chapter 11

Just remember, your name is Bon Jippity today, and your literary review blog is called Future Fear Classics, Toby reminded himself two weeks later, hurrying from an Atlanta park’s parking lot toward a half-dozen pavilions, each of which had been draped with plastic sheeting that had been sliced and sewn together to resemble the flying extraterrestrial from the film Nope. Beneath that sheeting, seated at pristine picnic tables, were nearly two hundred out-of-shape people, all dressed in red coveralls, replicating those worn by the Tethered in the film Us.

Toby was running late, having remembered the luncheon’s Jordan Peele theme that morning, in his uncomfortable motel bed, hungover. Locating red coveralls of his own had been more difficult than he’d presumed. He’d driven all over the city until he’d found a too-large pair at a thrift shop. The wig and fake beard that composed his disguise were leftovers from a long-ago Halloween party, one in which he’d masqueraded as Jesus and handed out LSD-laced communion wafers. They itched far more than he remembered.

Seated in the sun a few yards before the nearest pavilion, his pink head slowly crimsoning, a bald, potato-shaped man served as an ersatz gatekeeper. A cash register and clipboard sat atop the small table he occupied. A pair of large, blue coolers sat on the ground aside him.

“Well, a fine hello to you,” the fellow said with an Irish accent. “I’m jovial Jon McLood, Pfeffernüsse of Terror’s big boss man. I’m a real sweetheart, though, trust me. And just who might you be?”

“They call me Bon Jippity,” Toby lied. “I write for Future Fear Classics. This is my first one of these shindigs. I couldn’t be more excited.”

“It’s my third, personally. Three years in a row.” Jon glanced behind him and waved his hand, indicating the faux Tethered. “Where else can one find such a diverse group of freethinkers?”

“You said it, buddy. That’s the most diverse group of Caucasians that I’ve ever seen.”

“Huh?”

“Oh, hey.” Toby pointed. “Is that Joseph McCarthy Jr. himself?”

“Sure is. Joe’s a close personal friend of mine. When he asked me to man this table today, I couldn’t have been more honored.”

“And who’s that guy he’s holdin’ hands with?” Toby asked. “Wait a minute, isn’t he that one actor? The dude who wore a wire mesh trashcan over his head throughout that one slasher flick and never said a word?”

Shit, Toby thought. Joe’s gay or bisexual, or something. If I get caught attacking him, they’ll call it a hate crime.

Begrudgingly, Jon said, “Yeah, it’s him. Trey Geehan, Mr. Bigshot Celebrity. I stopped by Joe’s house this morning for pancakes and that guy was there, too. He wouldn’t say a word to me, though, being too busy shouting at the makeup artist he brought with him, demanding that she make him look like he’s not wearing any makeup. He’s giving a speech at this thing later, as if Joe couldn’t do that better himself.” Jon exhaled and shrugged. “Anyway, fifty bucks please.”

Toby handed over a portrait of Ulysses S. Grant and watched his nom de plume get crossed off of the guest list. “This cooler’s full of sandwiches,” Jon said. “The other’s full of drinks. Grab yourself one of each and get over there. Go mingle. Oh yeah, before I forget, here’s a commemorative lapel pin.”

From his fanny pack, Jon withdrew a TRANSYLVORIA PRIDE pin and handed it over. The man was wearing one, too, Toby realized.

“I’ll come back for the refreshments,” said Toby. “I wanna go shake some hands first.”

“Suit yourself,” said Jon. “Just remember to ask for consent before touchin’ anybody.”

“But of course. I’m no rapist. Not me. Never.”

Passing a trashcan, Toby disposed of his TRANSYLVORIA PRIDE pin. His heart was jackhammering. Spreading a fake smile across his face, locking eyes with Joseph McCarthy Jr., he thought, I’m really goin’ through with it. Soon, this smug prick’ll be sobbing. I’d better feed him his teeth and sprint away quick, before any of these sloppy fatsoes gets ahold of me. Good thing I took the license plates off my car in the parking lot.

“Mr. McCarthy Jr., we meet at last,” he said with false conviviality. Everyone in earshot was watching him now, grinning at their recollections of their first encounters with their hero, he who’d helped to reshape the literary horror landscape more to their likings. “I tell you, good sir, without Transylvoria, Future Fear Classics—that’s my blog—would’ve never been birthed. You’re an inspiration to all of us. Might I please shake your hand?”

Toby paused, just out of reach of his target, thinking, The second that he stands up, he’ll get a faceful of fist. I’ll send him crashing into Mr. Makeup and run away, cackling.

“Of course, of course,” Joe enthused, remaining seated for the moment. “I’m always more than happy to meet a fan. So, what’s your name, anyway?”

Just as Toby was about to answer, a peevish voice rang out behind him. “Don’t touch that man, Joe! He’s a bigot! A monster!”

Oh fuck, I’ve been recognized, Toby thought, revolving on his heels to see Jon McLood waddling toward them. The man’s face was redder than ever. He seemed on the verge of tears.

Outraged voices, demanding explanations, sprayed sandwich shrapnel to all corners. Transylvoria’s staff and supporters climbed to their feet while Toby stood, stunned immobile. Sweaty hands seized him. Rancid breath wilted his neck hairs.

“You’ve got the wrong guy!” he protested. “I love everyone! Every race! Every age! Every viewpoint! Every gender!”

“Oh yeah, then why did you throw this out?!” Jon demanded, thrusting the commemorative lapel pin in Toby’s face.

“It was an accident! My hand slipped! I was plannin’ to fish it out of the trashcan later! I just didn’t wanna get my hands dirty until after I met Mr. McCarthy Jr.!”

Now Joe was squinting at Toby inquisitively. “We’re all wearing our TRANSYLVORIA PRIDE pins,” he said. “Why didn’t you put yours on right away?”

“I was nervous to meet you. I wasn’t thinkin’ clearly.”

“Is that so? And what’s your sexuality?”

“Straight, man…I’m straight. But I’m not judgin’ anyone else’s predilections. Love is love, right?”

“Of course it is. And right now, I’d love to see you explain your bigotry.”

“This is all just a misunderstandin’, Mr. McCarthy Jr. I’m not a bigot.”

“Do you think that assholes are disgusting, and only sickos find them erotic?”

“Hey, man, if a hot chick waxes and bleaches hers, and then washes it thoroughly, I’ll get all up in that thing. Tongue, dick, whatever.”

“Oh, so only high-maintenance, female anuses meet with your approval. I suppose that you’re not including trans women in your assessment.”

“Well, I mean, I’m not here to judge anybody. I’m sure that their assholes are very attractive. They’re just not my type. Why are we talkin’ about assholes, anyway?”

Incensed, Trey Geehan lurched in front of Joe to thrust a forefinger in Toby’s face. “I’ve been in over three dozen films!” he shouted. “You think you’re better than me?!”

“I don’t even know you, man. I’m not making that claim.”

“And now you’re assuming that you know my gender, based on how I look?! He’s a bigot, everybody, some kind of right-wing fiend!”

Desperate to throw a fist at somebody, anybody, Toby thrashed in his restrainers’ grips. His fake beard came loose and was tugged from his face.

“He’s wearing a disguise!” Jon McLood shrieked. “I knew there was somethin’ off about this guy! I mean, who turns down food and drink that they’ve already paid for?!”

Smirking so sharply that it seemed as if his head might bisect itself, Joseph McCarthy Jr. tore away Toby’s wig. “Phony hair, too. It seems that we have a Republican in disguise here. What’s his real name, I wonder. Somebody grab this guy’s wallet and find his license.”

Furious, Toby asked, “You don’t recognize me? You helped erase my fiction from the world and I’m unknown to you now?”

“Well, you do look vaguely familiar, now that you mention it.”

“You claimed that I kidnapped your nephew, you fat lump of cock mold. Do you even have a nephew, or did you make him up just to ruin me?”

“He took Shadrach!” Joe announced to every ear at the luncheon. Straining his mind for a recollected name, he arrived at, “This man is Toby Chalmers, the guy who hates black people! He’s out to abduct me now, too, because I stand up for diversity!”

“He’s lyin’!” shouted Toby. “I grew up listening to hip-hop! I’m a fan of lots of African Americans! Chris Rock and Dave Chappelle are two of my favorite comedians!”

“Dave Chappelle’s a transphobe!” Trey Geehan countered. “Diversity hates him now!”

“So…you hate a black man?!” asked Toby.

“Shut up! Shut up!”

A fist met Toby’s gut. A boot toe met his ankle. Soon he was lying prone, beneath a sweaty, reeking dogpile.

“Let’s teach this bigot a lesson!” declared Joe, now tumescent.

“Tell us what to do, wondrous leader!” Jon exclaimed. “We’ll do anything for you!”

“Pull down some of this plastic sheeting and roll Toby Chalmers onto it. Does anybody have any sharp tools?”

“I’m a tree trimmer by trade,” one neck-bearded fellow attested. “I’ve got saws, pruners, and axes in my truck.”

“Bring ’em all,” said Joe. “We’ll show this bigot that everyone’s beautiful inside…even him.”

* * *

Later, the coolers were loaded back into Joseph McCarthy Jr.’s Prius. He’d be feasting on leftover peanut butter and jelly sandwiches later, with plenty of juice to wash ’em down with. The tree trimmer’s tools returned to his truck bed. The plastic sheeting was torn down from the pavilions for disposal, with that which had been bloodied buried amidst the cleaner pieces. Aside from that gore, no trace of Toby Chalmers could be sighted.

Their postures now clenched, their faces exultant, Transylvoria’s staff and well-wishers headed toward their vehicles. They’d never forget this great day. If it escaped their minds for so much as a millisecond in the future, their much-treasured keepsakes would bring everything rushing back: recollections of Toby’s defiance, then begging, the coppery scent of fresh blood, and the exhilaration of helping to bring justice to an oft lawless planet.

Some cracked jokes as they reached the parking lot: “You know, deep down, Toby Chalmers wasn’t so bad, after all.” “I’ve never felt closer to Toby Chalmers than I do at this moment.” “Who knew that fighting bigotry could feel this darn good?”

Soon, they’d all driven away, save for Joseph McCarthy Jr., Jon McLood, and Trey Geehan.

“So, you’ll stop by for breakfast tomorrow, before you fly back to Ireland, right?” Joe asked Jon, as Trey climbed into the Prius’ passenger seat, sighed emphatically, and closed his eyes.

“Miss a moment with my absolute-doot-doot-doodely favorite person on Earth? Never! I’ll be there bright and early, with bells on. I’ll bring croissants, donuts, and cronuts…all you can eat.”

“Yummy, yummy, yummy. I’m salivating already. Ya know, you’re my top pal-o-roony, Jon. I wish that you lived here, in this city, so we could hang out every day.”

Overcome with emotion, Jon slapped Joe on the back, murmured, “Thank you,” and hurried over to his rented Nissan Rogue. Joyful tears careened down his face as he sped into the evening.

“Finally,” Joe muttered, releasing the fart that he’d been holding in for hours, which bugled for perhaps twenty seconds before sputtering out. “No twenty-one-gun salute for you, Toby Chalmers.”

A chopped-up author’s severed big toe rolled out of the leg of Joe’s coveralls.

[rubywithin]

Atelier Frixi 8

-Frixi and Nina were waiting in the Atelier for any potential clients- (Nina) "Is it usually this quiet?" sadly I had too nod...we had tough, another local alchemist brought in far more customers. I know I had only just started out but it was still a little demotivating how few requests we got! -Ding- huh no way someone just walked in....I felt a burst of excitement! (Nina Whisper) "Frixi try not to get too excited, he may end up thinking you are desperate for a request and pay a little less!". Ugh she was right, Nina had been making a decent amount of money from hunting requests but we still weren't paying back Noire enough! (Frixi) "Hello sir how may we be of service to you today?" (???) "How polite I would like a feather headband if possible". Hmm that shouldn't be too hard to make especially with the many feathers Nina has collected for me. Suddenly someone else walked into the shop....her outfit looked like it had a similar style to mine. I guess she must be the other alchemist that runs the more popular Atelier in this city!

(Frixi) "Um Nina can you take our next customers request while I work on the headband?". (???) "It's fine I wish to watch how my fellow alchemist performs, my name is Amelia and I run the other atelier!". I took out the materials....my hands were shaking ugh I don't know why I feel so pressured. I placed the items and stirred as best I could, "Hmm interesting order" huh....-BOOOM-. Oh no I messed up...-cough cough- what a mess! (Frixi) "Ugh I'm sorry I..." (Amelia) "Please don't listen to the excuse of this beginner alchemist, I am sure I could make the item you desire. Also I will create with the highest of quality!" did she come here just to take away a client? (???) "I will pass, feel free to try again miss Frixelliya" how does he know my name? (Amelia) "Okay then if you want a poorly made item be my guest I have plenty more clients too attend to!" She then walked out of the atelier...(Frixi) "I am truly sorry..." (???) "It's fine please just try again, if it would help you to relax my name is Barlow!".

I tried once again as getting to know this guy did help me relax, back home I knew most people because of my brother's work. I place the items in the same order but this time with no doubt and I stirred more carefully. Now to add the feather as the final touch and YES I was able to make the headband. (Frixi) "Here you go Mr Barlow I hope it is too your satisfaction!" he then wore it...I felt a so happy! (Barlow) "It is perfect now here you is your payment, thank you" he then walked out of the shop! (Gryphon) "Caw caaaaw caw?, (Barlow) "It would appear she is following in her masters footsteps well just at a slower pace. Meanwhile the other alchemist matches the masters talent but not attitude!". (Gryphon) "Caw caw?" (Barlow) "She did not stand up for her friend...however the situations was not the best way of judging her character!". -The pair then left the city-.

Wow that guy gave me a good price for the headband, although I still don't have regular clients! -Knock knock- (Nina) "Come in!" oh it was Azure maybe he will ask me to make something...(Azure) "I came here to ask if you two would want to come treasure hunting with me?". (Nina) "Are you serious? I want to become a Knight and Frixi an professional Alchemist, we don't have time for treasure hunting!" (Frixi) "Do you think I could find good materials in the location?" Nina gave me a disappointed look! (Azure) "Of course and for Nina there should be some tough monsters, so wanna come?" we both nodded! Also the treasure should help....(Noire) "I will be joining the three of you and be taking half of Nina's and Frixi's treasure as part of the repayment!". Ugh where did she come from? I guess we can accept this since the neither of us is really in it for the treasure. Although the money could help me get some materials/ingredients from local merchants. We agreed to set out tomorrow!

[gaydelusionaltrash]

Before You Say Goodbye (Part one)

Summary: When y/n ends up at the Avengers tower, she thinks everything will finally be okay. She’s free from Hydra for the first time since she was a child and ready to do some good, on top of that she was finally reunited with Wanda, the love of her life (or so she thought), what could possibly go wrong? 

Warnings: Implied sex, implied sub/dom, fighting, magic use, mentions of murder, torture, death, and flashbacks

Part One

You blink as the Wizard waves his arms and next thing you know you have multiple weapons pointed at your head.

"Woah, hey. Nice to meet you too." The man who seemed to be in charge looked you up and down,

"Who are you? How'd you get in here?" You give his blaster glove and his gun a lingering look,

"I'll tell you what you want to know, but if you plan on having a proper conversation, you should lower the gun."

"Now why would I do that?"

"Well, besides the fact that i'm bullet proof, The dude...um Dr. Wizard or whatever, he said you 'needed someone like me on your little team,'". The guy behind the leader lowered his bow and put out his hand.

"I'm Clint. You can ignore Tony, he’s kind of a drama queen." You took his hand and let him help you to your feet.

"Y/n. Nice to meet you." Clint looked at the leader, presumably Tony, and then left the room with everyone but the quiet nerd guy in the back. You brush off your t-shirt and look between the two men.

"So you're Tony. Who's the nerd?" The man stepped forward,

"Dr. Banner, but you can call me Bruce." A smile crept across your face as you recognized him,

"Wait, you're-"

"The Hulk, yes." You blink, taken aback,

"Wait, I didn't know that. I was gonna mention your paper on Loop Quantum Theory. Personally I prefer my reality stringy, not loopy, but it was an interesting paper." Tony interjected then,

"String theory has obvious problems, like it can only knot in dimensions 4th and further." You rolled your eyes,

"Unless you consider it as sheets." Tony stared at you opened mouthed for a minute then pulled up a blueish screen. He turned to you after a moment.

"Did you...just solve string theory?"

"Please, I figured that out in 2nd grade. Weren't you in the middle of threatening me?" Dr. Banner shook his head,

"You're smart."

"Yes. I'm also here because the wizard said you guys have a mind witch and I'm supposed to train with her." They both nodded,

"Yes. Friday, get the witch." Before you knew what was going on, a bolt of red energy flew passed your head. You recognized the witch right away.

"Geez Wanda, that's no way to greet an old friend."

She walked towards you slowly, "how do I know you're you?" Your eyes widened fractionally,

"No accent?" A small smile slipped across her face. You knew she had looked inside your head to make sure you weren't being mind controlled and was avoiding one of the questions you had been asking internally.

"Not gonna kill me then?"

"Don't be silly, y/n. You're welcome here. Stay as long as you like." Tony broke his silence, protesting

"Wanda, you can't just-" Wand turned and glared at him, he put his hands up in surrender.

"Fine, do what you want."

Just then the door burst open and once again, there was a gun to your head.

"My god, Tony, is this how everyone here greets a guest." The mans dark hair, piercing eyes, and sharp jawline clicked in your head at that moment and you flipped out a knife, holding it to his neck.

"Oh, you wanna play, little man." Wanda stepped forward, trying to get between the two of you, but as she wasn't using her powers to avoid hurting you, it was fruitless. You shot her a menacing look,

"Really Maximoff, working with the Winter Solider? You're supposed to be with the good guys."

"Y/n, we are good guys. He's not mind controlled anymore." You glare at him,

"Fine, I'm trusting you. Don't make me regret it." You lowered your knife and waited for the man to do the same with his gun. He didn't move.

"Mr. Not-The-Winter-Solider-Anymore, could you drop your gun? I'm bulletproof, but its kinda uncomfortable." A flush crept across the mans cheeks that no one but a trained spy would noticed. You smirked at him,

"What?"

"Well, Shadow, Wolfgang didn't mention that particular experiment." Your eyes flashed red as you stepped forward,

"Don't talk about things you don't understand Winter Solider." The man glared back, stepped forward to meet you,

"I'm not that anymore," he growled,

"Neither. am. I." You growled right back." Tony butted in, rolling his eyes,

"Kiss him or kill him, just do it quick, I'm bored." Your head whipped towards Tony,

"Don't test me, old man." Wanda stepped forward and put a hand on your arm,

"Y/n, calm down. They're not your enemies." You realize your eyes must have turned and took a deep breath, forcing them back to their normal color.

"Right, sorry. Anyways-" Once again the door burst open and there was a gun to your head. This time it was a woman with short red hair and tiny perfect lips that you had to force yourself not to stare at.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me? Even the pretty ones are trying to kill me." She dropped her gun,

"Very perceptive, I saw literally everyone else try to kill you and had to get in on the action." You laughed, then shot Tony a look,

"This one I like," you turned to her and gave her a smile, "I'm y/n, it's nice to meet you."

"Natasha." You raised an eyebrow,

"What, no last name?" She raised an eyebrow right back, challenging you,

"Tell me yours and I'll tell you mine."

"I don't have one, Romanoff." You watched as her face didn't change, but as you continued to observe you saw the tiniest bit of surprise. You rolled your eyes, using it to mask the pride you felt from stumping her. You laughed,

"Thanks Wanda." Natasha turned to her, faking anger,

"I thought you were on my side!"

"Sorry Nat, hoes before bros." You let your jaw drop, remembering your tie with Wanda at Hydra.

"So, Wanda, where am I sleeping?" Nat turned and walked to the door.

"See you around, Y/n."

"See you around, Tasha."

____

Upstairs Wanda let you to her room.

"So, this is my room, you're one over, in the guest room." You stalk forward, not talking and grab her wrist, you were careful not to hurt her fragile wrist, but you had far from a light grip on her as you lead her into her room. You cocked your head at her,

"You down?"

"Down?"

"Don't play dumb, princess. Am I leaving or are we going to...reminisce?" A smile smile broke across Wandas face,

"I could use a reminder." You smirk,

"Do this," you cross your arms in front of you, she copies.

"Now above your head." She moves them and you grab her wrists, pushing her against the wall. You kiss her, but keep a certain distance in the kiss, knowing it would drive her crazy.

She leaned in, trying to deepen the kiss, but you pushed her back using her still raised hands and broke the kiss all together. She whimpered slightly, but you dimply moved a strand of hair out of her face, "Patience, darling. We'll get there." She backed down, submitting just as she always did.

____

You woke up again with Wanda tucked into your chest. You stroked her face lightly,

"Wake up, Princess," you whispered and then when her eyelids fluttered open, "it's 2am, so I have to go to my own room." She shook her head sleepily,

"No, stay,"

"I came in here at 8pm,it's now 2am. I stayed plenty, I just wanted to make sure you're alright before I go." She nodded sleepily and gave a small yawn,

"It'll be a miracle if I can walk tomorrow," you laugh,

"That it will." Wanda rolled over then to look you in the eyes,

"So worth it." You smile and give her a small kiss,

"Goodnight, darling."

Slowly you backed out of the room. ____

In the hall wearing very short shorts you stole from Wanda and your t-shirt, you felt overly vulnerable. Of course, that's when you hear something coming from the ceiling. You look up, studying the ceiling and notice a person in the vents. You find the nearest opening and do a pull up, peering into the face of the potential intruder.

"Ah, Clint, right?"

"I- uh, yeah."

"Cool. Sorry to disturb you, I noticed someone up here and wanted to make sure there wasn't an intruder."

"Technically you're an intruder." You laughed,

"Don't test me, Katniss." You dropped and started to walk away,

"Goodnight, Clint."

____

You walked into the incredibly dull, grey, guest room and collapsed onto the bed. Of course being with Wanda was wonderful but the rest of the day had been a lot. First, you'd been in a bar fight and accidentally used your powers. Then you'd been kidnapped by a Wizard with a PHD. He'd dropped you in a tower full of genius's and superhumans because you have 'particular skills' that could be useful. You'd had to face your past not once, but twice. The winter soli- Bucky, had even brought up your father which was...great. Then you'd fucked your ex, so a pretty good ending but an exhausting day overall.

As your eyes began to close, the flashbacks decided to start. You jumped up, pushing the images of torture and murder, the first one done to you, the other you to others, and headed out of the room. You inspected the ceiling, but Clint had moved so you headed downstairs to get water and find a distraction. Luckily you'd gotten a few hours of sleep in Wanda's room, and as someone who was used to little to no sleep, you felt rejuvenated.

You turned on the sink, filled a glass with water, then hopped up on the counter to drink it. A boy walked in while you were drinking and you quickly assessed him. He wasn't in a fighting stance, on the contrary, he was relaxed, wearing an oversized shirt and pajama pants. He walked in and gave you a smile,

"You're new.” He stated with a smile,

"Yeah...I'm Wanda's friend."

"Cool! I'm Peter Parker." The kid was young, no older than 16,

"Are you a superhero Peter Parker?" The kid got visibly more excited, which startled you. Everyone else here had been quick to hide their emotions.

"Yeah, I'm Spiderman."

"Nice to meet you, Spiderman. I'm Y/n."

"Are you a superhero?" You scoffed,

"Far from it, Kid." He smiled slightly,

"I doubt that. I've met a lot of people and you dont seem like a bad one."

"Do you think murdering is bad?" Peter rolled his eyes,

"Everyone here is a murderer. Miss Romanoff, Mr. Bucky, Mr. Stark, even Miss Maximoff." You smile slightly,

"So you think i'm a good guy?" He nodded.

"Thanks, Parker."

"You're welcome, Miss...sorry you didn't tell me your last name."

"I'm not sure I have one. You can just call me Y/n."

"Okay! Goodnight Miss Y/n." You roll your eyes and watch the kid walk off.

You sneeze and when a voice calls "Bless you" from the vents, you don’t even flinch.

"Thanks Clint. Who's kid is that?"

"Parker? His parents died when he was a toddler, but Tony’s pretty much adopted him." you bite your lip, remembering something from you past.

"Thanks Clint." You head toward the living room, hoping to find a TV.

____

Part two 

[bokutoslittlebird]

Request: nii!bokuto fucking y/n dumb at a team reunion party and the whole team ends up joining.

Okay so I made it so the whole team is there but Akaashi and Konoha are the only ones who really get to do anything. The others are enjoying the show.

Warnings: incest, humping/grinding, voyeurism/exhibitionism, watersports/piss play, gangbang, squirting, fire play/lighter use, breeding, dirty talk, cum shots, human urinal, thigh riding, asphyxiation briefly creampie, swallowing urine

Kōtarō-nii + Gangbang [includes Bokuto, Akaashi, Konoha]

It’s just supposed to be a little get together was what you were told. Two hours later, each old teammate of Bokuto was still downstairs, chatting and laughing. Every time Bokuto laughed so joyously, it rubbed you the wrong way. It was like he forgot about you, sitting back and talking to his old teammates. You were supposed to be hidden out of sight, but your needs needed to be met and if that meant walking downstairs to remind your brother you were still waiting for him, that’s what you’d do.

You didn’t expect him and his friends to wave you over.

“[Y/N]! It’s been so long since I’ve seen you! Visiting your nii-san, eh?” Komi asked, an eyebrow raised. ‘Visiting’ was one way to put it, but you were actually living with Bokuto, guest room still unused as your belongings were in his bedroom.

“Guess you could say that,” Bokuto threw out, then continued. “She’s going to college here, so it’s easier to live with me than pay for on-campus living,”

“Saving money, I see,” Akaashi piped up, taking a drink from his glass. It was just water, which meant they weren’t drinking alcohol. Bokuto had a soda, but everyone else looked like they were drinking tea or water.

“Hey, [Y/N],” Bokuto tapped you on the shoulder, making you turning your head towards him. “Can you get me another drink?”

“Of course, Kōtarō-nii,” taking his empty bottle, you go into the kitchen to see where he keeps the soda. Since he doesn’t want you to have any, they’re usually up high. Standing on your toes, you still can’t reach the sweet drinks. To speed up the time, you hop on the counter only to feel someone’s hands guiding you off.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” Bokuto says, caging you to the counter. “I thought I told you to stay upstairs,”

“I was bored, nii-san,” you whine, pressing yourself against him. “You’re ignoring me,”

“I’m entertaining my guests. You need to learn how to be patient,” he whispers, one of his hands rubbing at the spot between your thighs. “You’re dripping. Have you been touching yourself?”

“It’s not the same, plea—”

“If you’re good, I’ll fill you up so many times you’ll be swollen with my seed, how about that?” You nod your head, still pressing yourself against him. “Stop pushing yourself on me or I’m gonna have to punish you,”

With a final warning, Bokuto gets his own drink and removes himself from you, sighing as he sees your pout. Pressing a kiss to your forehead, he pats your head. “Just another hour, okay?”

That’s what he said.. an hour ago.

Sitting beside him was almost too much to bear. Knowing he could take you whenever he wanted to and him knowing you’re desperately waiting for him to touch you, it’s all too much. Even as your thoughts swim with the image of him absolutely ravishingly you in front of his friends, your pleading eyes and a pout his way whenever he glances at you, yet all he gives is his arm around your shoulders. As a good big brother should, but this is getting to be too much.

Sarukai is the one who decided to play a game. It was a silly card game you played as kids, but it was fun to pass time. Since you didn’t wanna play, you had to sacrifice your spot to Akaashi, your bottom instead being placed on Bokuto’s thigh. A warning squeeze on your hip was all you got, quickly telling them that you were cold which they all brushed off, going on with the game. He was like a heater, warmth rising from beneath his clothes, but it just made you more hot and bothered. It wasn’t until he started rubbing a hand on your thigh — inner thigh, included, his fingers brushing against your sensitive area — did you really feel impatient.

You hoped nobody would notice as your body started moving, and it seemed like they didn’t. Legs on either side of his thigh, you rubbing yourself against him, trying to get as much friction as you could. Bokuto doesn’t stop you, his hand instead rubbing soothing circles into your hip as you continue to grind against his thigh. Eventually, you end up humping his thigh as the rubbing effect wears off, only to have him lean down to your ear. “You can’t wait, can’t you? Such a needy slut needs to be punished, you know?”

There’s no other warning, you suddenly being pushed in the middle of the game as everyone shoots back in shock, surprised at Bokuto’s actions. “You’ve wanted this for a bit, haven’t you? That’s why you’re even wetter, isn’t it?” He smiles down at you, prying your shorts off. He then addresses the guests of his abode, “you guys get to see how much my beloved sister loves me,”

With your shorts and panties off, you’re staining the wooden table with your dripping juices as Bokuto gets his cock out. His friends seem into it, sitting back on the couches and chairs, eyes glued to the way Bokuto spreads your sopping cunt, clenching around nothing as you wait for him in anticipation. Licking his lips, he sinks into you, without letting you adjust as your legs tense and your toes curl, squeezing him as he pushes himself all the way in.

“Did you already cum?” He asks, seemingly dumbfounded by your sudden orgasm. You don’t answer, simply keeping your head against the table and having your eyes rolled into the back of your head. With no response, he decides to roughly thrust up into you, making you gasp as he pushes in so far, feeling so full as he snaps his hips to yours, your hands grasping at the edges of the table as you moan. Through your blurry vision, you’re able to see his old teammates with their own cocks out, hands around the thick appendages as their eyes are trained on how well you take in their former captain’s cock.

It’s only mere seconds before you’re mewling, back arching as you’re clamping around his cock again, body twisting with the force of your orgasm as you shake. Bokuto removes himself from your cunt, though, making you whine. “Don’t worry. I’m gonna let my friends have a turn with you, though. You seem eager Akaashi, wanna go first?”

“I’d much prefer her mouth than her pussy, Bokuto-san,” he says, moving around to your head. His cock comes into view, to which you eagerly open your mouth to take him in, tongue killing out to lick at the tip.

“I won’t pass up free pussy,” Konoha chuckles, taking Bokuto’s position and pushing into you. “Thought she’d be loose after taking a cock that big, but you’re tight as a virgin!” He laughs, pinching your clit as you squeeze down on him even more, muffled moans coming from your throat which is stuffed with Akaashi’s cock.

“Mhm! I taught her well, didn’t I?” Bokuto hums, guiding one of your hands to his cock. “Don’t forget about me, baby girl,” he says, low as he watches your hand jerk him off. Despite your eyes not being anywhere around his form, your hand works expertly from experience of handjobs. Akaashi seems pleased himself, fingers occasionally tracing your jaw and throat, only to close your nose as he face fucks you. Konoha seems to be enjoying himself, as well, your legs secured around his waist as he thrusts into you, his thumb rubbing at your bundle of nerves that has milky fluid coating his cock with each thrust.

“I’m close, can I do it inside?” He asks, looking at Bokuto, using his own hand to guide yours.

“No. You can cum in her ass, but not her cunt. That’s only for her nii-san, isn’t that right?” He directs the last bit at you, fingers pinching your nipples as your body jerks. Konoha decides to pull out, letting his semen paint your stomach white as he groans, making sure every drop lands on your skin. Akaashi is right behind him, closing your nose as he shoots his own load down your throat, your eyes glazed over as you drink it all.

Konoha takes it upon himself to push back into your cunt, feeling your walls clamp around him once more time. It’s too much and you feel something warm fill your insides, eyes widening as you think he put a load in you. When he pulls out, however, you feel it trickling out as the warm liquid drips from your cunt. “Seems she’ll only take cum, not piss,”

“She’ll take it, won’t you, pretty girl?” Bokuto coos, fingers keeping your mouth open as Akaashi takes his turn, warm liquid filling your mouth as you struggle to not let any spill. Once he’s done, Bokuto closes your mouth and nose to force it down, your eyes squeezed shut as it tastes bitter. “See? Just gotta know which hole to use. It’s okay, I’ll clean her out so you can use her again,” he hums once more, pushing his thick cock into your still leaking pussy. The force of his thrust has you mewling, drool spilling from your lips as your body jostles with each thrust. “There’s a cute little trick her cunt will do if you give her a bit of pain,” he grunts, fishing a lighter out of his pocket. Your eyes widen at the familiar click of the item, brief light before it’s shut off. He hands it to Konoha, who then flicks it on as he brings the fire close to your face, the light dancing ridiculously close to your cheek. Akaashi keeps you fron moving your head, sweat beginning to form as Konoha brings the lighter closer, the flame barely licking your skin as you scream, tongue lolling out as your squirt all over Bokuto’s abdomen, his groan overwhelmed by your cute noises. With another thrust, he’s spilling his own load into you, fill you up exactly how you wanted him to.

Konoha shuts off the lighter, then locks across the mark against your cheek where the flame touched you, pressing a sweet kiss in apology to the hot skin. “Now, what do we say, [Y/N]?”

“Thank you for filling me up nii-san. I’ll take anything you give to me, I promise,” you sweetly say, another moan as you feel Bokuto’s piss fill you up as well, his thumb rubbing your clit.

“Don’t worry, baby. Only I’ll be able to breed you, but my friends can have their fun, can’t they? I’ll promise to give you all my attention later, is that okay?” Your response is a nod of the head, the rest of his friends eager to have your holes and your hands around their cocks.

[favefandomimagines]

I Bought A Ring (e.b.)

Summary: Abby’s back and Buck doesn’t know how to handle the news. And neither do you. 

AN: i’m still PISSED that abby came back even if only for an episode, my poor buck was so hurt ): this was something i had deep in my drafts and now that buck is blowing up it seemed like a good time to post it!

there is a buck fic similar to this and i just wanna say that i did not copy or steal the idea. i’ve had this in my drafts for months since season 3 ended so no one stole anyone’s idea! if you wanna check out their fic their username is @lotsoflovefromlea and the fic is titled ‘Second Best’ it’s really really good

You didn’t think you’d have to face the day when Buck’s past came back to haunt him. You were hoping it would stay in the past and you would be his future. But life has a funny way of putting us to the test. 

After the train crash, and Buck saw Abby again, he had been acting distant. Distant enough for you to notice that something was wrong. It wasn’t hard to notice, especially when the two of you live together. 

He would rarely talk when you had the same shift at the 118, there was no conversation during dinner and he’d come to bed long after you had already fallen asleep. 

It had gotten to the point where you didn’t even remember the last time he kissed you or touched you. And you had enough of the maltreatment. 

You exited the shower and saw him standing in the kitchen, leaning against the counter. You walked down the stairs and stood across from him, the tension between the two of you painfully obvious. 

“What’s been going on with you?” You asked, breaking the ice. “What do you mean?” He asked, not meeting your gaze. “Seriously? Buck, you’ve been acting like I killed your dog for three weeks since the train crash. What the hell is going on?” You explained. 

Buck sighed before looking up at you. He knew he couldn’t keep secrets from you. Including ones that could possibly change your relationship. 

“Abby reached out to me. She wanted to meet up to talk.” He said. Buck could tell by the way your right eyebrow was raised and your eyes narrowed that you were not happy. “Really? And you went?” You asked. “Yeah.” Buck answered quietly. 

You laughed bitterly before walking around the counter back towards the stairs. “God, you just can’t seem to let her go, can you?” You started. “It’s been, what? Two years? Two years since she left you for her ‘Eat, Pray, Love’ experience and got engaged? And who was the one who never left your side? Me. It was me, Evan and even now, you can’t seem to realize how terrible she was to you. Face it, you were her midlife crisis and you fell in love with her and never fell back out. All while making me fall in love with you.” You finished. 

Sure you were a tad bit cruel, but it was what he needed to hear. No one wanting to be the one who had to pop his perfect bubble when it came to Abby. 

“I stayed with you when you were suing the department for christ sake! And I can’t do it anymore, Evan.” You added. There it was again. His dreaded first name. The name you never used unless you were beyond angry with him. And he hated hearing it come from your lips. “Y/N, what do you mean?” He asked. 

Fear was coursing through his body as he waited for you to finally leave him. After everything he put you through, Abby was the last straw. 

“I mean, maybe we should take a break. Until you figure out what it is you really want.” You answered. It wasn’t something you wanted nor did you think it would ever happen. “No. No, no, Y/N, don’t do this.” He begged, walking towards you. “I have too. Since she came back, this relationship has been one sided and I don’t deserve that.” You said. 

“Please, Y/N, I love you.” Buck told you. “Do you? Because you have a funny way of showing it.” You replied. You swiftly grabbed your keys and your purse and made a path towards the exit. “So this is it? You’re breaking up with me?” Buck asked, causing you to stop. 

“I don’t want to. But you seem to have unresolved feelings for Abby and you can’t claim to love one person wholeheartedly when you clearly don’t. Figure it out, Buck. But remember who was here when no one else was.” You answered before leaving the house. 

You didn’t know where else to go after you left. So you decided to go to Bobby and Athena’s. Bobby was like a father to you when you joined the 118 and you trusted him more than you trusted most people. 

After trying to straighten yourself up and wipe the tears from your face, you got out of the car and headed to the front door. You knocked a couple of times and waited for the door to open. 

When it did, Athena’s face softened when she saw you and instantly knew something was wrong. “Y/N? What’s wrong? What happened?” She asked, ushering you inside. “I didn’t know where else to go.” You answered. 

Bobby, wondering who was at the door, turned the corner and saw you standing in the entryway. “Y/N, what’s wrong?” He asked. “Buck and I got into a fight. He went to meet up with Abby and he didn’t tell meand I just, I just don’t understand why he won’t let her go. Am I not enough?” You explained. 

Athena shushed you and pulled you into a hug to comfort you. She knew Buck was stubborn but not so much that you felt you had to leave. Bobby was furious. He hated seeing you so upset and he was frustrated with the young man for making you think you weren’t enough for him. 

After a few minutes, Athena made up the guest bedroom for you and said you could stay as long as you needed. But you hoped it wouldn’t have to be for long. 

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Bobby arrived at the station in search for Buck and found him sulking while Hen and Chimney were grilling him about his mood. “What’s wrong with you today?” Chimney asked. “Him and Y/N got in a fight last night and she walked out on him.” Bobby answered for him. 

Buck looked up at his captain with wide eyes, wondering how he knew about the prior events. “She stayed at mine and Athena’s last night.” He added. Buck let out a sigh of relief, mainly because he was worried sick about you. You didn’t answer a single one of his calls or texts and he didn’t know where you went off to. 

“Why did she walk out on you?” Hen asked. “Because I may have went to meet up with Abby the other day. And apparently I had been acting distant towards Y/N and she confronted me.” Buck explained. “Seriously? You still have feelings for Abby?” Hen asked. “No, Hen-” Buck tried to explain but was interrupted by his coworkers. 

“Y/N is the perfect girl for you and you’re throwing her away for someone who left you?” She continued. “Hen,” Buck started. “You’re stupid but not this stupid.” She said. “Hen! I don’t have feelings for Abby anymore. I wanted to give her a chance to explain why she left and to thank her. Because if she wouldn’t have left, I wouldn’t have met Y/N.” Buck interrupted. 

“And I,” He started before he stopped himself, not sure if he wanted to tell everyone his secret. “You what?” Eddie asked. Buck looked up at his friends before sighing. “I bought a ring.” He answered. “Wait, what?” Chimney asked. “I bought a ring. I was going to propose but then I got all in my head after Abby showed up. I thought Y/N would say no and she’d leave me just like Abby did.” Buck explained. 

The rest of the 118 crew was silent as they looked down at Buck. Hen sat down across from him before speaking. “That girl is head over heels in love with you, Buck. She has been since the first time she met you and the last thing she would do is leave you like Abby did. Though, because of Abby, she felt she had no choice.” She said. 

“I need to get her back. I didn’t even know what to do this morning without her.” Buck said. “When does she come in for her shift?” He asked Bobby. “She was supposed to be here by now. She left before me.” The man answered. 

Before anyone could form a theory about your whereabouts, the bell went off signaling they had a call. 

They soon arrived to the scene of a car accident, one car completely flipped upside down. 

The 118 stopped short, however, when they noticed who’s car was upside down. It was yours that was hit by a guy texting and driving and ran a red light. 

“Y/N?” Buck called, running to the driver side door. “Buck, you’re too close to this.” Bobby stopped him. “We’re all too close to this, Bobby.” Buck rebutted. Bobby looked at Athena and gestured for her to keep Buck away from the scene. “Keep him away from her.” He instructed his. wife. 

Eddie began trying to get the door off and Hen and Chimney noticed you were still conscious, struggling to get out and stay awake. 

“Y/N, can you hear me?” Hen asked. “Yeah. I-I can hear you.” You stammered. “I have a piece of shrapnel between the third and fourth intercostal space. Mild to severe concussion and around three broken ribs, and a possible pulmonary contusion.” You told them. 

Both EMTs were surprised that you could still diagnose and recognize your symptoms while having a concussion and actively bleeding. 

Once the door was off the car, Hen and Chimney set down the backboard and Eddie began cutting your seatbelt. 

“Where’s Buck?” You asked him. “Bobby won’t let him help. He’s too close to this one.” Eddie answered. “Aren’t you all though?” You joked. Eddie laughed dryly as the seatbelt was cut free. “Can you move?” He asked. 

You looked down at the piece of metal from the seat and back up at him. “You have to pull it out.” You told him. “Y/N,” Eddie started. “Eddie, you have to pull it out or I won’t be able to move. I have a concussion, I’m already bleeding and in about five minutes I’m going to pass out. I will slowly bleed out from the inside if I don’t move. Pull the damn thing out.” You snapped. 

Eddie looked at you for a moment before glancing over at Buck, arguing with Athena. As Eddie pulled the piece of metal out of your side, Buck broke free of Athena’s grasp and fell to his friend’s side. 

“Y/N, baby, are you okay?” He asked frantically. “I’m going to pass out in a couple of seconds so I’m sorry, Buck. For what happened last night.” You spoke, your breathing becoming shallower. “Buck we gotta move her.” Eddie told him. 

Your eyes fell closed slowly and the heart rate monitor attached to you started beeping rapidly. “We gotta get her out now.” Hen instructed. Bobby pulled Buck back as he watched in horror while his friends began giving you CPR once they pulled you from the car.

Your heart beat thankfully went back to normal and Chimney and Hen loaded you into the back of the ambulance. 

Buck took the liberty of joining you considering he was your emergency contact, having no other family in LA.

Once the ambulance arrived at the hospital, Buck, Chimney and Hen were forced to stay at the ER bay, not being allowed to go with you. 

Buck watched as the doctors took you away and this quickly became his worst nightmare. What if you didn’t make it? What if the last conversation you had was a fight? 

Bobby’s hand rested on Buck’s shoulder as they all watched you disappear down the hallway. 

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It had been hours. Hours of the 118 sitting in the waiting room for you to come out of surgery. Buck was a nervous wreck and no amount of consoling from Maddie or Eddie made it any better. He knew she should have told you about meeting with Abby but he was afraid of ruining everything. But not telling you made it ten times worse. 

“Evan Buckley?” A doctor called, alerting the entire crew. “Th-That’s me. I’m Evan Buckley.” Buck replied. “Y/N is going to be okay. We repaired the damage to her lung as well as the other internal damage she received from the car crash. She still had a major concussion and she’ll be out of commission for a while, but she got incredibly lucky.” The doctor explained. 

Buck let out a very visible sigh of relief, as did everyone else. “Can I see her?” Buck asked. “She’s in the ICU so only a couple of people at a time.” The doctor said. “You go, Buck. We’ll see her when she’s moved to a normal room.” Bobby told him. 

He nodded his head and followed the doctor to your room. He saw you lying in the hospital bed, multiple IVs in your hands and arms and an oxygen tube in your nose. 

Your eyes were still closed but he could tell you were awake, though hearing the doctor’s voice alerted you. 

“Y/N, someone’s here to see you.” You turned your head slightly and saw Buck standing in the doorway. “Hi.” You said quietly, your voice still hoarse from the breathing tube in surgery. 

Buck sat in the chair next to you, his eyes red and watering. “I am so sorry, Y/N,” He whispered. “I should have told you about Abby but I met with her to get closure. And to thank her because if she wouldn’t have left me, I wouldn’t have fallen in love with you.” He added. 

“It’s okay. I should have let you explained.” You replied. “I have something else to tell you.” Buck said. “Oh no, now what?” You joked. “I bought a ring.” He said. “Like, a ring ring?” You questioned. “Yes, a ring ring.” Buck laughed. “Where is it?” You asked.

Buck let go of your hand for a moment and fished the piece of jewelry out of his pocket.

“You have to put it on for me.” You said. Buck looked at you in disbelief as he smiled, sliding the ring on your left finger. “I’m assuming that’s a yes.” He said. “Of course it is. I’d be stupid to say no to you.” You told him with a smile.

Buck squeezed your hand gently as he looked at the ring on your finger. “I never want to come that close to losing you ever again.” He muttered. “You won’t. I don’t plan on leaving you for a long time.” You said. “Good. Because I really don’t know what I’d do without you.” Buck said. 

He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on your forehead as you looked down at the ring. “You did a good job.” You commented. Buck laughed at your comment, causing a smile to grace your face. “Hen and Maddie helped.” He said. “I figured as much.” You replied. 

The rest of the evening, or whatever time of day you thought it was, Buck stayed by your side. Even when the doctors were running their tests and looking over your condition. After almost losing you, there was no way you were going to get rid of Buck even for a moment. 

[tobesoalive]

latch (Sam Kiszka x reader)

hey guys here's the little Sam enemies to lovers smut that was requested! idc if it’s a bit cheesy, I had a ton of fun writing it so please please please send in more requests! I love helping your ideas come to life! 

Warnings: Smut (Oral-f and m receiving, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex)

Friday had finally rolled around and you were more than ready. After a long week of classes and work you were more than ready to have some fun tonight. You and your roommates were going to have some people over tonight to celebrate your second year of college almost being over. You had come up with the idea last weekend and quickly made a list of who all should be invited. There was one person on the guest list that you were dreading to see, no other than Samuel Kiszka.

You had met a kid named Danny Wagner in your first class freshman year, and you two became fast friends, sharing many of the same interests and hobbies. Together you and Danny were a dynamic duo, and you always made each other laugh. People often thought you were dating, but he already had a beautiful girlfriend back home. Danny also had another person constantly attached at his hip, Sam Kiszka, you’d almost think they were the ones dating.

Sam was a lanky kid with sharp features and an extremely annoying god complex. He really thought he was the absolute shit and that everyone was in awe of him. Quite honestly many people were, but you saw right through it. You found him to be arrogant and rude, and you were always disappointed to see him when you went over to Danny’s place, even though he was his roommate. Sam would often show up unannounced at your place too, mostly with Danny, but a couple of times he showed up alone. You were always polite, inviting him in like the good host you are, and you two ended up watching a movie together, and much to your surprise, in these times he was almost tolerable. Almost. He would make a snide remark or joke that would infuriate you, but he wouldn’t stick around for long, usually having somewhere to be. That somewhere was usually the bed of another girl, but they probably didn’t just watch movies.

That was another reason you couldn’t stand Sam. Last year you had a crush on him and he would do the thing where he would play with your emotion, hang out with you and flirt with you only to immediately go and fuck random girls. It hurt you, a lot, but you eventually got over it, losing the romantic feelings, or rather pushing them deep down where you’d hope they’d never surface again.

Now people were going to be at your house in an hour and you haven't even showered. It didn’t really matter though, you weren’t all too concerned with what other people thought of your appearance, so what if your hair was a little wet. You quickly rinsed off in a cold shower, then changed into a simple outfit for the night, flared corduroys and a crocheted tank top.

That was the other thing, you’d think you were exactly Sam’s type, he seemed like he would be into girls who were more artistic and down to earth, but all the girls he hooked up with seemed like they spent most of their time thinking about themselves. Not that there was anything wrong with those girls, you weren’t the “pick me” type, but it seemed like Sam would care about that kind of thing. Whatever, you don’t even like him anyways, he’s more of a nuisance than anything.

You had finished a seltzer by the time people started arriving, the playlist you and your roommates curated playing throughout the apartment. Being with your friends always made you very energetic, and people always said they liked being around you. You could get a crowd laughing in no time. People were coming through the doors and when there were about 75% of the people there, your partner in crime finally arrived. “Wagner!” you shouted across the room in a dumb accent, already a little buzzed. “Where art thou good friend?!” Danny yelled back, matching your accent as you two finally made your way to each other, wrapping him in a friendly embrace. “Where’s your obnoxious sidekick?” you whispered into his ear.

“Don’t worry he’s here. I know how you were just dying to see him.”

“Oh aren’t I always?” you responded with a sarcastic smile

“I still think you need to give him a chance, you’d probably really like him.”

Before you could even respond, he was running up behind Danny and lifting him up by his waist.

“Well if it isn’t dumb and dumber!” you exclaim before Sam comes up and wraps his arm around your shoulder.

“Oh come on (y/l/n), you love me!”

“Haha good one Kiszka, now why don’t we do something I actually love.”

“And what would that be?” Danny questions.

“Take a shot and dance our asses off!” you yell. If you were going to deal with Sam you needed to be a little more intoxicated.

You gathered your roommates and the boys and took them to the kitchen and got out the glasses.

“To friendship!” you yelled

Right then you caught danny say something quietly, and it looked like he was saying “Or more than friendship”

That made you stop for a second before throwing your head back and downing the shot.

“Ok let's get back out there” your roommate says as she pulls you by the arm.

You spend about the next half hour dancing with all your friends, taking hits of joints and drinking. You and Danny did a silly little dance you had come up with last year when you would get drunk in your dorms and do dumb shit. Mid-routine he slipped and pulled you down with him, both of you laughing your asses off. You felt someone grab your arm and help you up as the song changed, “Latch” by Sam Smith blasting through the speakers, one of the best party songs probably ever. The person who had grabbed you wrapped their arms around your waist, swaying back and forth with you to the music. You loosened the stranger’s grip and spun around only to be met with the face of that little shit, Sam.

“C’mon kid can’t you at least try to tolerate me for one song”

“Who ever said you were intolerable?” you respond, admiring how the dim light highlighted his features.

He leaned in close to your ear and lowly whispered in it “You think I can’t see it. Whenever you’re around me you act like it’s charity work.”

You pull back to look him in the eyes and say “It wasn’t always that way. Now let's get back to what we were doing. I like this song more than I like you, which is quite a lot.”

He gives you a grin before you start moving your body against him, and by the end of the song he’s staring at you in complete awe.

Once the song ended you broke free from his grasp. “See you later Kiszka” you say with a wink, turning around and disappearing into the crowd.

Your stomach was in knots, and not from disgust. The moment you just had brought up a lot of emotions, mostly about your romantic feelings for Sam but also the resentment you felt towards him. Fuck, you were in deep now. Things would be so much easier if you never had to see him again and all of this could go away. But alas, you needed to suck it up so you could still have a close relationship with Danny. Plus in about twenty minutes Sam would probably be grinding on another girl. Screw it, you were going to have a good time with your friends, you didn’t need Sam to be happy.

The rest of the night you avoided Sam, giving him zero of the attention he was craving. A couple hours later people were leaving your home or asleep somewhere in the living room, bathroom, kitchen you name it. Thankfully though, your room remained empty, you needed some space to think.

Everyone was asleep and the house was quiet, you threw on a pair of boxer shorts and an oversized Led Zeppelin shirt, passed down to you from Danny. You went to the kitchen and drank probably a gallon of water, making one last pit stop to the bathroom to pee and brush your teeth. No matter how tired you felt you knew you'd thank yourself in the morning. Finally you were on the way back to your room when you stopped in the doorway. Sam was standing in there, looking at all your decorations and your extensive vinyl collection.

“You’ve changed some stuff since the last time I was here”

“Yeah, I like to rearrange stuff y'know? keep it new and interesting.” You remarked, rubbing the back of your neck and yawning, trying to hide your obvious panic. This is the last thing you were hoping for, being confronted one on one with the man himself.

“Are you cool if I stay here tonight? Daniel is passed out on the couch and I don’t feel like making the walk home alone.”

“Of course...did you want to sleep in here?” you ask before you could even stop the words from coming out of your mouth. Fuck, you were a dumbass.

“If that’s okay with you, sleeping next to a stranger wouldn’t be my first choice.”

“You never had a problem being in a stranger’s bed before” you mumbled, looking at the floor.

He didn’t say anything, just turned his head to stare at you for a second, his eyes seeming almost apologetic.

“Well you might as well get comfortable” you tell him as you turn off the lights and flick the lamp on.

“Do you have a shirt I could borrow? I don’t really wanna sleep in jeans and a sweaty shirt.”

“Would you like an old one of Danny’s or one of mine?” you tease him, grabbing out yet another old band shirt of his roommate’s.

While he’s changing you turn away and busy yourself with lighting some incense and pulling the covers back, to avoid seeing his bare torso.

“Can I throw on a record? I can never get to sleep in the silence.”

“Help yourself” you say, but he already has a selection in his hands, Michigan by Sufjan Stevens, one of your favorites.

“Wonderful choice, but I imagine you’re a bit biased.” you say to him, both he and Danny were from the same town in Michigan and had to let everyone know.

“I just wanted something calm and serene, compared to all the fast paced stuff we’ve been blasting for the whole night.”

“Well it was a party Samuel, you have to give the people what they want” you tell him as you climb into bed.

Sam grabs for one of the pillows and a blanket, but you stop him.

“Were you gonna sleep on the floor like a dog? I don’t give a shit whether or not we share the bed.”

“I just assumed...I didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable...or anything.”

“You might be surprised by this but I actually feel pretty safe around you” you confess to him. Fuck, you were still slightly intoxicated so your filter was off. It’s okay, he was still a little drunk too it seemed.

“Do you mind if I take my pants off?” he asks you with a sincere look on his face.

You can’t help but burst out laughing, finding his awkwardness and the absurdity of the comment quite hilarious.

“I’d prefer it to your rough jeans...as long as you’re wearing underwear.”

“C’mon I’m not that much of a freak” he says as he pulls down his zipper and clumsily kicks his pants off.

You couldn’t help but stare for a moment, he looked gorgeous quite honestly, long hair tangled, old shirt hanging off his shoulders and shark boxer briefs stopping at his mid thigh.

“Okay Kiszka, get in here before I change my mind.”

He pulls back the sheets and crawls in, laying his head on the pillow facing you.

“I’m sorry” he says, looking deeply in your eyes, seeming almost ashamed.

“About what?” you knew you shouldn’t feed into this, whatever was going on here was completely platonic and wouldn’t mean anything in the morning.

“Everything. Being such a dick to you. Leading you on. I promise that’s not me, I just, I honestly don’t know how to act around you.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re just the one person who actually kinda intimidates me. Or at least my feelings for you intimidate me.” he sighs.

“Is that why you are always fucking other girls and telling people about it when I’m around?”

“God you’re not going to take it easy on me, are you?”

“Why should I?”

“You shouldn’t. With the way I’ve treated you I honestly don’t expect anything from you, I just couldn’t hold it in any longer and I thought this was as good of a time as any.”

“Sam, can I be honest with you?”

“Of course”

“I actually don’t hate you at all like you seem to think. I can’t stand you because I really do like you, but I gave up on anything happening a long time ago.”

“Well you did a pretty good job of hiding it” he says, moving a little closer to you to the point where your noses were almost touching, the feeling of his breath giving you goosebumps. The music hummed softly in the background as you thought for a second.

“Sam don’t hate me but we’re both kinda drunk and I don't wanna do anything right now. I wanna be there for it, like fully there.”

“I was actually hoping you’d say that. I wanna take in every detail and remember it all. You’re not just another drunken hookup.”

You can’t help but give a soft smile, your cheeks going red.

“Well maybe I wouldn’t be opposed to a bit of cuddling”

“Neither would I” he says as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you in close as you bury your head in his chest, taking in his scent.

Something overtakes you, and you tilt your head up and press a soft kiss to his collarbone.

“Goodnight Samuel”

“Goodninght kid” he whispers, pressing his lips to the top of your head, and you can feel him breathing in your scent as well, elated to finally feel wanted.

********************************************************************************************************

You wake up to sunlight streaming through your curtains, turning to look at your clock but instead being met with Sam’s chest.

You were sober enough last night to remember everything that happened, Sam’s feelings for you coming to light and vice versa. It made you almost giddy with excitement, not being able to wait until his eyes opened.

You played with his hair, running your fingers through it and moving it from his neck, replacing it with your lips. Soon enough he’s stretching his arms and yawning.

“Any reason you needed to wake me up at 7 am?” he asked you, looking down at you as the pad of his thumb brushed across your cheek.

“Just couldn’t wait to see you I guess”

“That's a first” he says sarcastically, once again staring deep into your eyes.

You could hear the birds singing outside and a refreshing spring breeze made its way into your room through the open window.

You stared at each other for a second longer before he whispered “Can I?”

You nodded your head yes and he dipped his head down to capture your lips in a kiss. It started off sweet and then your lips started moving in a rhythm, his hands grabbing your legs and pulling you onto his lap. He kept kissing you as your tongue made its way into his mouth, causing his hips to buck up into you. You pulled back and let out a soft sigh, basking in the feeling of him growing hard against your core. He took this as an opportunity to attach his lips to your neck, sucking at the delicate skin and leaving little nips.

“Can I take this off?” you ask him, hands grabbing at the hem of his shirt.

“Please” he groans against your neck.

You pull it off and instantly your hands run along the expanse of his smooth skin, admiring every freckle and mole, fingertips brushing across his nipples. You pull your hands away to pull your own shirt off, blushing a bit, slightly embarrassed to show yourself to him. He takes a moment to stare at the newly exposed skin, pulling you down into a kiss a moment later and mumbling “You’re absolutely stunning” into your lips.

“You’re not too bad yourself” you say with a smile spreading across your face, quickly losing it as you bite your lip when he starts to move his hips once again, his bulge rubbing deliciously against your already wet core.

“I need more of you” he grunts, obviously frustrated.

You tangle your hands in his hair and pull his head back a bit, looking down into his eyes before saying “then have me”, pulling him into a kiss.

In a swift movement he flips you both over, kneeling with his legs on either side of you.

“These need to come off” he says, tugging at the waistband of the boxers you slept in. As he pulled them off and the cold air hit your core, you couldn’t help but drink all of him in, admiring just how gorgeous he looked, as if he was sculpted by the gods himself. That moment ended when you felt his middle finger run lightly up and down your slit. You threw your head back and closed your eyes, concentrating on the feeling of his skin on yours.

“Please Sammy, I need you” you say, surprised at yourself for using that nickname with him.

He looks at you and smiles before lowering his gaze to your dripping cunt, furrowing his brows as he pushes his long finger inside of you. You mewl as he pushes it down to the last knuckle, letting you adjust for a moment before starting to slowly pump in and out.

“Fuck you’re tight. So much better than I imagined.”

“So you’ve thought about this before?” You smirk at him, turning your eyes to look at the sight of his finger pumping in and out.

“Quite a lot actually, I’ve thought a lot about how you taste too” he says before readjusting himself so his head is buried in between your thighs. It only takes a second for his tongue to find your clit as he inserts another finger and starts to pump a little faster.

“Fuck you’re good at this” you say as you let out a breathy moan, hands once again finding their way into his hair. That causes him to moan around your clit, sending vibrations through your whole body. You don’t know how much longer you’d be able to last, with Sam lapping at you like it’s his last meal.

You pull his hair, forcing his lips to part from your sensitive bud, pulling him into a sloppy kiss.

“I wanna taste you too” you say before getting up and kneeling on the floor in front of your brd, motioning him to sit with his legs over the side, facing you. You look up at him as you pull his boxers down, length hitting his stomach. You take a second to admire it, with its pink head, a large vein running up the bottom. It was a nice length, with quite a bit of girth to it, surrounded by a small patch of pubic hair. As you wrapped your hand around it you said “not to be weird or anything but your dick is gorgeous”, causing him to let out a light laugh that was quickly stifled when you wrapped your head around the tip of his cock. His fingers intertwined with your hair, lightly pulling it, not forcing you down on his dick like some guys do. You gently moved your head up and down, taking as much of him as you could in your mouth and using your hand to stroke the rest.

“Fuck I need to be inside of you” he groans, tugging at your hair, causing you to pull your mouth off his dick with a small pop.

“Can I ride you?” you question as you make your way back onto the bed.

“Fuck yes, I can’t promise how long I’ll last though” he says, pulling you in for another kiss as you line him up up with your entrance. You run his tip along your slit a few times before slowly starting to lower yourself down, taking your time to adjust to his size. Once he’s fully sheathed inside of you, he throws his head back, letting out a guttural moan.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good, I’ve wanted this for a long time.”

“So have I” you say before starting to slowly move yourself up and down on him.

It’s lazy and sweet, not perfect or anything, but nothing about this situation really was. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Fuck” he remarks as he grabs your hips, fingers sinking into your skin,helping you move up and down on his delicious cock.

“You fill me up so perfectly, god you feel so good”

“I guess it was meant to be baby” he says with a grin, putting his fingers in his mouth then moving them down to rub circles around your clit.

“Fuck Kiszka, if you keep taht up I’m gonna cum.”

“That was my goal, I’m close too” he breathes out as he buries his head in your neck.

You clutch the back of his head as you start to move yourself up and down faster, fucking yourself on his cock.

“Fuck Sam I’m gonna cum”

“Me too babe, where do you want me to?” he asks shakily.

The only word you can muster out is “Inside” as you approach your peak, clenching around him once more before tipping over the edge.

It’s complete bliss as you ride out your high, feeling him give one last deep thrust into you before coating your walls with his warm ropes of seed.

You collapse against him, nuzzling your head into his neck, pressing sloppy open mouthed kisses as you both catch your breath.

He pushes your hair to the side, leaving his lips on your temple while he remains sheathed inside you.

“Thank you” he says, still regaining his breath and returning to reality.

“Don’t leave me” you say softly into his ear.

“I wouldn’t for the world, don’t you worry kid.”

You sit up and look into his soft brown eyes, taking in how much things have changed in the past few hours.

“I don’t hate you. Not in the least. I just hated the idea of not being with you.”

“Same here, but we don’t have to feel that anymore. I’m sorry for the way I treated you. You deserve the world, and I want to try my hardest to give it to you.”

“Thank you Samuel, I’ll try to do the same.”

You give him one last long kiss before pulling back, pushing his hair behind his ear and saying “C’mon loverboy, let’s go get some breakfast.”

[junghelioseok]

clandestine. | 05

↳ forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest.

◇ jungkook x reader ◇ smut | fluff | brother’s best friend!au ◇ 7.6k [5/6]

notes: second to last installment of a fic that didn’t need to be as long as it is!!! really this entire thing can be summed up with last chapter’s warning, which was “reader is dumb and jungkook is slutty.” i stand by it, okay!!! 🤷🏻‍♀️

warnings: dumb banter, a couple brief smutty bits, oral (f receiving), listen to slow dancing in the dark by joji during the soft smut scene in the middle if u want 

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“No. No. God, no. Has your music taste always been this bad, or is this a recent development?”

“You will excuse yourself,” you retort sharply, wagging a finger at your brother. “Mr. Brightside is a classic and I will not hear this slander. Please feel free to permanently vacate the premises if you disagree.”

Jimin rolls his eyes from where he’s slouched on the couch beside you, one hand submerged in a bag of chips and his bare feet kicked up on the coffee table. “You’re so dramatic.”

“I’m dramatic? Really? You wanna go there, Chim?” You raise your hand and begin ticking off on your fingers. “I’m not the one who threw a fit over a piece of cilantro in my taco. I’m not the one who refused to bathe when Mom couldn’t find the right bubble bath.”

“Oh my god, I was eight,” Jimin snorts. “Both times. And cilantro tastes like soap.”

You raise a third finger. “What about the time you hid all the Monopoly money because you kept losing? Or when yo—”

A knock on the door cuts you off mid-sentence, and you nudge Jimin’s shin with your big toe. “Go get the door,” you order, and you aren’t sure if he’s just tired of hearing your voice, but he stands up without complaint and wanders into the entryway to receive your unexpected guest.

“Hey,” you hear him say. “What’s up?”

“Hey,” a very familiar voice replies. “I need some help.”

It’s Jungkook. Of course it’s Jungkook. You haven’t seen him since he dropped you off and kissed you senseless in your driveway, but you’d have to be delusional to think that you could avoid him for the next week and a half before you leave to return to Seoul. And yet, you allowed yourself to indulge in your delusions for two full days, before he tears them apart with ten simple, innocent words.

“So, I think I might have done the laundry wrong.”

Jimin laughs out loud, covering his mouth with his hand. “That’s all you, Noona,” he says, glancing over his shoulder at you, and you don’t even have wherewithal to lecture him about the sexism of his remark because Jungkook is smirking like he’s just won the lottery and you’re his grand prize.

“Noona?” he begins, his voice syrupy sweet and thick with intent. “Can you come help me?”

You glance down at your pajamas—gray sweatpants and a pink Pusheen t-shirt that’s a couple sizes too big. It’s beyond obvious that you have no plans for the day, and therefore no excuse not to help. Heaving a resigned sigh, you clamber to your feet and roll your eyes when Jimin immediately flops down across the newly abandoned couch and lets out an exaggerated sigh. “Have fun,” he calls lazily as you walk out, and you do your best to ignore the wicked grin that flashes across Jungkook’s face.

“Oh, I’m sure we’ll find a way to make it fun,” he says as he lets you pass by him to exit the house. “See you later, Jimin.”

As soon as the front door slams shut, you round on him with a glare. “Are you serious, Jungkook?” you hiss. “He’s totally going to catch on to… to whatever it is we’re doing.”

“You’re being paranoid,” Jungkook chides, clicking his tongue. He hops over the low bushes that divide your property, and waits patiently as you skirt around them. You follow him into his house—down the hallway and into a little side room that houses the washing machine and dryer—and as soon as the door swings shut, he’s grabbing you by the hips and pulling you close.

“This—this isn’t how you do laundry,” you stammer weakly, winded by his sudden proximity and the dark promise in his eyes. “What the hell are you doing?”

Jungkook chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest. “I may have lied a little bit. Would you have come if I hadn’t?”

You don’t answer, because you know he’s right. If you had your way, you would have avoided him until it was time for you to leave again. But Jungkook just doesn’t seem to be willing to let that happen, as he tightens his grip on your hips and tugs until you’re flush against him.

“See, the truth of the matter is, I’m actually good at laundry.” He smirks and tilts his head, dark bangs flopping across his forehead. “I’m good at other things, too. Why don’t you let me show you?”

Attraction blooms in your belly, hot as molten lava, and it takes the last ounce of your wavering restraint to say what you say next. “We can’t take too long,” you whisper, letting him hoist you up onto the dryer and jab the start button. The machine rumbles to life beneath you, and you nearly lose your train of thought when the vibrations go straight to your clit. “Jimin!” you gasp. “Jimin—he’ll kill you if he finds out. He’ll fillet your dick with a dull knife and serve it over rice.”

Jungkook raises an eyebrow. “Why are you talking about your brother? Is this your idea of dirty talk, princess? Because I gotta tell you—it’s not doing it for me.”

“Jungkook!” you chide, and he grins and moves to tug off your shirt.

“That’s much better.”

///

In the days that follow your laundry room tryst with Jungkook, sneaking around becomes routine. Both of your parents work—as do his—so avoiding them is easy. Jimin, however, is a different story. The dance classes he teaches are irregular, and the schedule shifts often enough that you’ve come dangerously close to getting caught on more than one occasion.

And it certainly doesn’t help when Jungkook has taken to texting you at all hours of the day, even when you’re eating a sandwich on the couch with Jimin half-sprawled across your lap in his effort to invade your personal space as much as possible.

[12:35pm] Jungkook: hey i just thought of something

[12:35pm] Jungkook: you know how i call you princess?

You nearly throw your phone across the room. Cautiously, you glance at your brother, who is glued to the television and doesn’t seem to notice anything amiss.

[12:36pm] You: yeah…

His response is instantaneous.

[12:36pm] Jungkook: well i’ve got a throne for you to sit on

You almost sigh out loud. Please don’t, you write back, and you practically hear Jungkook’s cackle in your head as the ellipses that indicate he’s typing pop up at the bottom of your screen.

[12:37pm] Jungkook: it’s my dick ;)

[12:37pm] Jungkook: get it?

I fucking hate you, you tell him, thumbs flying across the keyboard.

[12:38pm] Jungkook: and i love fucking you

[12:38pm] Jungkook: princess ;)

///

After nearly a week cooped up at your parents’ house, you’re getting restless. Without a car, you’re confined to the suburban neighborhood you grew up in, and the revelation that you’re bored somehow spills out to Jungkook during one of the many heated makeout sessions you’ve started having in the backseat of his sedan.

“Do you want to go somewhere?” he’d asked, tilting his head curiously, mussed hair falling across his eyes. “I can drive you, if you want.”

And that’s how you find yourself wandering around downtown Busan on a beautiful Tuesday afternoon. Jungkook drops you off at the curb after cumming down your throat, and now that he’s dashed off to work the lunch shift at the restaurant, you’re free to explore all of your old haunts. The shopping center that you and your friends used to frequent is right around the corner, so that’s where you decide to start. After all, you’re still in need of some professional attire, and as much as you love your mom, you’d rather avoid the unflattering dresses and itchy pantyhose she would be sure to seek out.

As soon as you step through the glass revolving doors, you find yourself in a familiar air-conditioned paradise of shops and restaurants. Stopping at your favorite coffee spot, you treat yourself to an iced mocha before heading to the first store.

Two hours and three full bags later, you decide to head to the food court for a quick snack. You’d promised Jungkook that you’d meet him at the restaurant once you were finished, but a glance at your phone tells you that you have more than enough time to stop by Kim’s Kitchen. Mrs. Kim makes the best cookies in the entire city, as far as you’re concerned, and you decide to order a dozen to take home and share with your family.

You’re lowering yourself into a seat at one of the many tables scattered around the tree-lined atrium when you spot a familiar head of strawberry blonde hair. The owner spots you a split second later, and you return her smile as she immediately swerves and heads your way. “{Name}, hey!”

“Hey, Chaeyoung,” you greet, gesturing for her to take the chair on the other side of the table. “What are you doing here?”

“Same thing as you, from the looks of it.” She grins and hefts her shopping bag. “I swear I’ve been to every shoe store and still haven’t found what I’m looking for, but somehow I’ve bought this much crap anyway. What about you? What are you on the hunt for?”

“Professional attire,” you say with a grimace. “Why are pants so hard to find? I swear, they’re all either too long or too short, and never fit properly in the waist and thighs.”

Chaeyoung pulls a face. “Ew, I know. Pantsuits are a nightmare unless you have a tailor. And who has money for that?”

You laugh, nodding in agreement. “So what are you up to now? Mrs. Kim has cookies fresh out of the oven, if you’re interested. Cinnamon rolls too, I think.”

“Ooh, that’s tough,” she says thoughtfully, tapping her chin. “Would it be bad if I got both?”

“Not even a little bit,” you assure, reaching into your box and pulling out a cookie. “But here, I’ll make it easier for you. Hope you like chocolate chip.”

Chaeyoung gratefully accepts the cookie you hand over. “Who doesn’t love chocolate chip?” she asks, taking a bite.

“Criminals and heathens,” you reply, snagging a cookie for yourself. “Among others.”

She tilts her head. “Doesn’t Jimin hate chocolate chip?”

“My point exactly.”

Chaeyoung giggles, hiding it behind a manicured hand, and you laugh right along with her. Together, you decide to grab some smoothies, and when you sit back down, the conversation turns to your trip up to the lake house. “Next time, we’ll have to do a girl’s trip,” Chaeyoung says, propping her chin in her palm. “Feels like it’s been ages since we’ve done one. You must’ve been exhausted with all those boys around.”

Unwillingly, your thoughts turn to Jungkook. “It wasn’t that bad,” you say slowly. “It was actually nice, being able to spend some time with them.”

“Who ended up going, anyway? Your brother, obviously. Taehyung? Yugyeom?”

You nod, raising a hand and ticking them off on your fingers. “Jimin, yeah. Taehyung, Yugyeom, Taemin, Minho. And Jungkook.”

If Chaeyoung notices the way you pause before saying the last name, she doesn’t comment on it. Her expression grows pensive, and you can practically see the gears turning in her head as she considers her next sentence. “You must be seeing a lot of him,” she says at last. “Jungkook, I mean.”

You take a massive sip of your smoothie and wonder if you’re imagining the lingering taste of him on your tongue. “Yeah, a bit,” you manage, your voice surprisingly steady. “He games with Jimin a lot.” After a pause, you decide to tell her the truth. “He dropped me off today, actually. Jimin’s working this summer, and I’ve been stuck at home, so he offered to take me downtown on his way to work.”

Chaeyoung hums thoughtfully. “He’s working at a restaurant or something, right?”

“Just a few streets away, yeah.”

Slowly, she nods. “We went out, you know.” Her voice is distant. “Just for a few weeks. He ended it after… well, after we slept together.”

There’s a pause, as Chaeyoung lets you digest this information, and a part of you wants to spill everything to her right then and there. Jisoo told me, you want to say, as acidic guilt begins to bubble up in your belly, every memory of the moments you’ve since shared with Jungkook rising unpleasantly in your throat. I’m sorry. I’m so,so sorry. You say it over and over again in your head, but the apology gets stuck in your throat when you try to voice it aloud.

Chaeyoung takes a sip of her smoothie and leans back in her chair with a sigh, oblivious to your internal struggle. “Maybe I should have seen it coming,” she says, gnawing on the end of the straw. “Everything changed our senior year, you know? It was like a switch had flipped—he started dating around, relationships that never lasted more than a week… I really should have known better when he asked me out. But I guess I thought I was different. We were already friends, after all. But whenever we were together, just the two of us, he was always… distant. Like he was somewhere else, mentally.”

Her words trail off, leaving only silence that you don’t know how to break. Chaeyoung sips at her smoothie again, before huffing out a laugh and waving a manicured hand in your direction. “God, sorry! I can’t believe I just started monologuing, ew. Jungkook this, Jungkook that—god. I’m not even mad at him anymore, you know? I just want him to figure his shit out.” Her eyes flit up to you briefly, before skittering back down to where a cookie crumb has landed on the tabletop. “It’s funny, though. Seeing him at Taehyung’s graduation party was probably the happiest I’ve seen him in a long time. He almost seemed like himself again.”

You can’t help it—the singular word bubbles up before you can stop it. “Really?”

Chaeyoung nods, her gaze flickering up to meet yours again. “Really. And honestly? I think it was because of you.”

Your heart does a series of backflips in your chest, thudding against the slats of your ribs. You try to respond, try to find the words, but they stick in your dry throat and your smoothie is practically gone at this point. Chaeyoung shrugs, unfazed by your silence, and you watch as she swirls her straw around in the remainder of her own drink. “I don’t know—maybe I’m imagining things. But it always seemed like he had a bit of a thing for you. Didn’t he used to follow you around the playground?”

The memory draws a startled laugh from your lips. “Sure, yeah. But that was in elementary school.”

Chaeyoung shrugs, smiling around her straw. “Still. We never really forget our first crush, do we?”

///

You head over to the restaurant after bidding Chaeyoung goodbye, her words weighing heavy on your mind and your heart. Through the tall glass windows, you can just barely make out Jungkook—looking sharp in a black collared shirt and matching slacks as he greets a table of diners. His smile is warm and his stance is confident, and you’re reminded of just how much he’s grown from that gangly kid you knew back in grade school when you catch the edge of flirtation lingering in his gaze.

The boy who used to follow you around the playground is gone. There’s no doubt in your mind about that. And so, you take a deep breath and walk into the restaurant, doing your best to smile at the host who greets you and asks whether you’d like to sit at a table or the bar.

“Hey, you made it!”

Jungkook strides over with a grin, taking the menu off the host’s hands and leading you over to an empty seat at the bar. “It’s full service, so you can order food here, too,” he explains. “You hungry? Thirsty?”

You glance down at the menu he places on the counter, scanning the lines of text. “Not really, but it smells really good so I might get something to go. And this carbonara sounds really good, actually.”

“It is,” Jungkook confirms. “I’ll go put the order in. You want some water or anything to drink?”

“Water’s good,” you tell him, and he nods before trotting off to do his job. You watch him disappear to the back of the restaurant before reappearing with a tray of glasses, and follow his meandering path through the tables as he disperses drinks and checks on the guests. Somehow, his shoulders manage to look even broader in his black shirt, and you can’t ignore the way they taper into a narrow waist that’s only emphasized by the belt threaded through the loops of his dark slacks.

He’s stopping at the table you first saw him at now, leaning in close when one of the women seated there asks him a question about something on the menu. His smile oozes easy charm, and you can’t help the feeling that flares in your chest when she reaches for the menu and purposely lets her fingertips graze his hand. Frowning, you tear your gaze away and focus on the wood grain of the bar counter. Your eyes zero in on a smattering of water droplets near your left arm, and you’re just about to run a fingertip through them when a voice sounds to your right.

“Can I get you something to drink?”

Surprised, you look up and find yourself face-to-face with a man who appears to be in his early thirties. Dark hair is brushed away from his forehead, a stray lock falling into his eyes, and you find yourself momentarily at a loss for words when your brain registers just how handsome he is.

“I—uh. I think Jungkook is going to grab me some water,” you finally manage, wanting nothing more than to melt into the ground when you hear the stammer in your voice.

“Ah, you know Jungkook?” The man laughs—a sound that is distinctly reminiscent of a squeaky windshield wiper. “He’s been pretty busy today, so why don’t I grab you that water instead?”

You nod, watching as he fills up a glass from the nozzle below the bar, accepting it when he hands it over. “Thanks.”

“Name’s Seokjin,” the man replies with an easy grin. “What’s yours?”

You return his smile and tell him your name. “Seokjin—Jungkook’s mentioned you a few times, I think. This is your place then, isn’t it?”

Seokjin beams. “Yep! Opened just a few months ago, after we finally sorted out the rat infestation and the asbestos problem in the rafters, and—” He pauses at the dumbfounded look on your face, and several beats pass before another peal of squeaky laughter escapes him. “I’m kidding. One-hundred percent. I promise the whole place is up to snuff.”

“So, I see you’ve met Seokjin.” Jungkook materializes at your side with a glass of water, which he takes a sip out of upon realizing that you already have a drink. “Is he making jokes about the health code again?”

“I would never,” Seokjin sniffs, and you laugh, finding yourself completely at ease for the first time since you entered the restaurant.

Jungkook rolls his eyes good-naturedly and turns his attention back to you. “Your carbonara should be out in a few,” he says, jabbing a thumb in the direction of the kitchen. “Are you sure you don’t want anything else?”

“Positive,” you assure him. “I’m full of chocolate chip cookies, anyway. Here, you want one? They’re still a little warm.”

Jungkook eyes the box you pull out of your bag hungrily. “Hell yes. I can smell them from here.” Laughing, you push the box toward him and watch as he pulls a cookie out and takes an enormous bite. “Thanks,” he says in between chews, his cheeks puffy. You can’t help but smile when he takes a sip of water to wash it all down, his eyes growing round.

Turning to Seokjin, you offer him a cookie as well, which he declines with a graceful wave. “I should be feeding you, not the other way around,” he remarks. “You got the carbonara, right? I’ll go see if it’s ready.”

With one last glance at the patrons sitting at the bar, Seokjin departs with a promise to be back in five minutes. Jungkook finishes off his cookie, and you’re considering offering him another when a familiar chirpy voice sounds from your left.

“Wow, it smells amazing in here! What do you think—should we sit at the bar?”

You whirl in the direction of the voice, your eyes immediately landing on a group of three girls standing near the entrance. Two of them you don’t recognize, but the third you’ve seen before. Mina, you’re pretty sure her name was, and you’d recognize her anywhere. The last time you’d seen her was at the restaurant on the night of Jimin’s and Jungkook’s graduation, and your face heats at the memory of everything else that transpired that night.

“Welcome!” Jungkook draws you out of your thoughts, and you turn to see that he’s wearing a bright, welcoming smile. “Were you looking to sit at the bar, or at a table? It looks like there are a few empty spots at the end of the bar, if you ladies would prefer that. Otherwise, I can take you to a table.”

Mina’s face lights up in recognition, and you’re forced to hide your scowl in your water glass. “Hey, we’ve met before, haven’t we?”

“You work at that place a few blocks down, right?” Jungkook jabs a thumb in the general direction of the street. “I’ve seen you around.”

She giggles and tucks a strand of dark hair behind her ear. “That’s right, yeah! I remember you now. Graduation, right? You were my best table of the night.”

Jungkook chuckles. “I bet you tell everyone that.”

“Not a chance,” Mina answers, looking him up and down before a coy smile curves her lips again. “I only say what I mean.”

“Honesty is the best policy,” Jungkook says agreeably. Then he turns to you, distractedly fiddling with his apron as he speaks. “Jin should probably be back with your food soon. Are you okay to sit here by yourself for a bit?”

You can only nod, still staring down into your water glass. “Yeah, sure. Go on, then.”

He smiles and gestures for Mina and the girls to follow after him, and you’re positive you don’t imagine the triumphant look that flashes across Mina’s face before she departs. Frowning, you grab a cookie from your box and break a piece off, grateful for the distraction. Seokjin drops off your carbonara a minute later, and you find yourself suddenly ravenous as you dig into the steaming bowl of spaghetti.

Jungkook returns to your side about five minutes later, raking a hand through his hair as he replaces his notebook back in his apron pocket. “Man, I’m beat,” he remarks. “Thank god Mina and her friends didn’t order anything complicated. My brain would’ve exploded.”

“Thank god for that,” you echo dully. Unwillingly, your gaze drifts over to where Mina is now sitting, chatting happily with her friends. “It’s weird, isn’t it? Seeing Mina here, of all places. I mean, what is she even doing here?”

“I don’t know how to tell you this, but most people go out and have fun on their days off,” Jungkook responds dryly, a grin breaking across his face when you roll your eyes at him. “Or wait… could it be that you’re jealous?”

You scowl. “Don’t be stupid.”

Jungkook just laughs, tilting your chin up with two fingers so he can look you in the eye. “It’s okay,” he says, his thumb brushing softly along the corner of your lips. “You’re cute when you’re jealous, princess.”

You don’t know how to respond to that, and thankfully you don’t have to. Seokjin returns with a takeout container for you to put your leftovers in, shrugging off your gratitude when you offer it.

“I’m discounting your food, too,” he says, leaving zero room for argument. “Any friend of Jeon’s is a friend of mine.”

Jungkook’s shift ends half an hour later. He turns on his roadtrip playlist on the drive home, and you are more than happy to let the music wash over you, eliminating any need for conversation and drowning out your thoughts.

“See you later, princess,” he says once he’s pulled into your driveway, following your every move as you climb out of the passenger seat.

It sounds like a promise coming from his lips, and you can only nod. “See you.”

///

You’re in the middle of buttering a piece of toast for breakfast the next morning when there’s a knock on the front door. Perturbed, you walk over to answer it, wondering if perhaps Jimin has forgotten his keys again, but when you peer through the peephole it isn’t Jimin who stares back at you.

“Jungkook—” you begin, swinging open the door, but he cuts you off before you can finish, taking your face in his hands and pressing his mouth to yours.

“Hey,” he whispers once he’s had his fill, pulling back just enough to mumble the greeting against your lips. “They’re all gone for the day, right?”

“Yes,” you confirm, still reeling from the suddenness of his appearance and the subsequent kiss. “But how did you—?”

“Jimin told me,” Jungkook answers shortly, before pulling you close and kissing you again. This time, you let yourself get lost in the feeling of his mouth against yours, following his lead as he ushers you back upstairs and breaking the kiss only once in the process. He lays you down onto your bed, the mattress dipping under your combined weight, and you sigh when he moves down to nip at your neck.

“No marks, Jungkook,” you remind him breathily. “You can’t leave marks.”

A low whine escapes him. “Can’t you wear a scarf?”

“It’s the middle of summer!” you huff in amusement, smacking his arm when he whines again and stubbornly sucks at the soft spot where your neck meets your shoulder.

Jungkook’s breath is hot against your skin. His fingers find the elastic waistband of your sweatpants, tugging them off your hips and down your legs, and you kick them off as soon as they’ve reached your ankles. Hungrily, his gaze traverses the newly revealed skin, and you shiver when he gently trails his fingertips up your calves and all the way to the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh. “Jungkook,” you sigh. “I haven’t shaved in days.”

“Ask me if I care,” he replies hoarsely, leaning down to press the flat of his tongue against the growing damp spot seeping through the cotton of your underwear. It’s far from your sexiest pair—you’d categorize them as granny panties, in all honesty—but Jungkook doesn’t seem the least bit fazed as he hooks them aside and licks a broad stripe all the way up to your clit. “Want you,” he groans, and the vibrations from his voice send a volt of tingling electricity straight up your spine. “Want you in every way I can have you.”

You don’t respond. You don’t have to, because Jungkook is diving in with the enthusiasm of a man starved, tossing your underwear aside carelessly before banding his arms around your legs to hold you open. His face disappears between your thighs until only the top of his hair is visible, the dark strands mussed. Lips parting in a moan, your fingers find their way to his head, tangling at his roots, and Jungkook parts from your cunt briefly to groan his approval. Then he’s eating you out again—alternating between broad licks and teasing flicks to your clit before his tongue delves into your entrance, inhaling deeply as if he just can’t get enough.

The sun rises higher into the sky, beaming through your window and illuminating Jungkook’s head and shoulders in warm, hazy gold. You chant his name as you reach your high, spurred on by his teasing tongue and whispered words of encouragement, and the grin he wears when he straightens back up is near blinding. Slowly, he peels off his shirt and shucks off his jeans until he’s completely bare before you, the sun painting him in warm strokes of color. Deliberately, he crawls up your body, hiking up the hem of your shirt as he does. He plants kisses into your newly bared skin, and when he reaches your lips he settles there as if that’s where he’s meant to be.

Jungkook kisses you slowly. He kisses you deliberately—sensually—and you melt into his gentle touch, relishing in the feel of his bare body pressed so intimately against yours. You don’t miss the way his cock hardens against your thigh, but Jungkook seems to be in no hurry to do anything about it. Instead, he cups your cheeks and licks into your mouth, and you’re all too willing to part beneath him like a flower in bloom.

The rest of the afternoon passes like this—hot kisses and slow fucking, the two of you meshing until you’re no longer sure where you end and he begins. You keep an eye on the time, though, and by the time your parents and Jimin return home, you and Jungkook are showered and dry, sitting on the living room floor embroiled in a Mario Kart tournament.

“No fair! You played without me?” Jimin whines, plopping down between you and trying to wrest the controller away from Jungkook. “C’mon, let me have a turn. You’ve been at it all day!”

Jungkook’s gaze flickers up past Jimin’s shoulder to meet yours, his lips twitching in barely suppressed mirth. “Yeah. We sure were.”

///

“God, I’m going to be sore for the next month.”

“Don’t be such a drama queen,” your brother snorts, squeezing your cheek between his thumb and index finger like you’re a small child. His three o’clock dance class has just wrapped up, and people are slowly filtering out of the studio. A few of the younger women glance back toward where you’re standing with Jimin, and you have no doubt they’re vying for one last look at your brother in his tight-fitting joggers and loose tank that keeps drooping off one shoulder. Rolling your eyes, you suppress the urge to loudly bring up the time he walked into a sliding glass door and nearly chipped his tooth. Instead, you pinch his cheek back, and laugh when he pouts.

“Ow, hey! What happened to giving me all your love and support?”

“Please, Mom made me come to your class,” you retort, batting his invasive hand away. “I think she just wanted me out of the house.”

Jimin laughs. “Can’t blame her. You’re a goddamn freeloader.”

“Seriously? Because in that case, I’m dying to hear what that makes you.”

Thoroughly nonplussed, Jimin pinches your other cheek before dancing away on light feet. “I’m an angel. Now go away, so I can get ready for my next class!”

Rolling your eyes again, you heft your bag over your shoulder and turn on your heel. “Fine, fine. Good luck, and all that. See you at dinner.”

Jimin doesn’t respond, and when you peer over your shoulder at him, he’s already sprawled on the floor and reaching for his toes in the unmistakable first step of his warm-up routine. He waves when he sees you watching, and you stick your tongue out at him playfully before exiting the studio and heading for the door. You’ve borrowed your dad’s car for the day, and hum cheerily as you climb into the driver’s seat.

You spend the rest of the afternoon running errands—stopping by both the post office and the bank before heading for the grocery store to pick up some ingredients for dinner. By the time you get back home, Jimin has finished teaching at the studio as well, and you fix him with a stare as you plop two full bags of groceries in front of him on the kitchen counter.

“Care to help me carry the rest in?”

“Not really,” he replies, but he stands up and follows you outside to the car nonetheless.

Once all the groceries are inside and unpacked, you begin prepping for dinner. Jimin, to his credit, offers his help without you even having to ask, and with his assistance you finish cooking in record time. Your parents join you in the dining room, and together you enjoy the meal over the evening news.

You retire to your room after dinner, cracking open your laptop to go over the details of your internship for the umpteenth time. You’ve read the emails and the attached documents so many times you practically have them memorized, but the anxiety gnawing at your belly refuses to be quelled. You’re returning to Seoul in less than a week, and your empty suitcase sits in the corner of your childhood bedroom like a taunt. You wonder, briefly, if you should start packing.

“Nah, it can wait,” you decide, muttering the words to your nonexistent audience. Standing up, you stretch lazily before exiting your room and heading down the hall to the bathroom that you and Jimin share, muffling a yawn behind your hand.

You’ve just finished brushing your teeth when your phone vibrates against the bathroom counter, a notification lighting up your screen. Spitting into the sink and rinsing off your toothbrush, you towel off your face before picking up your phone, blinking owlishly at the text.

[11:08pm] Jungkook: can you come over?

By itself, it’s not an unusual request. At this late an hour, though, you can’t help the unease that rises up in your belly. And as if sensing your apprehension, your phone vibrates again.

[11:09pm] Jungkook: my parents are out

[11:09pm] Jungkook: please? i could use some company

There’s an edge of desperation in his last message—something you haven’t seen in him since you returned home. It reminds you a bit of the Jungkook you used to know—the scrawny, gangly one with a nose too big for his face and an all-encompassing fear of the opposite sex. Give me ten minutes, you tell him.

Okay, Jungkook writes back. See you soon.

The next few minutes are a blur. You slather on some moisturizer and consider changing out of your pajamas and putting on a bra, but dismiss the thought immediately. Jungkook has seen you in far less, and you’re staunchly opposed to putting a bra back on after a certain hour of the night. Besides, he’s sure to dispose of your clothes at some point, so there’s little point in changing. With that thought in mind, you tiptoe out into the hall, past your parents’ bedroom and Jimin’s closed door. You carefully edge around the creakiest floorboards and hop over the two steps in the staircase that always groan when subjected to additional weight. Gingerly, you edge open the front door, just enough to slip out into the night.

The trek across the yard doesn’t take long, and Jungkook swings the door open before you even get a chance to knock. “Hey,” he says, and you can’t help but smile at the familiar round glasses perched on his nose. He’s in his pajamas as well—a blue and white checkered set that’s about two sizes too big—and when he ushers you inside, you catch a whiff of his floral laundry detergent.

“Hey,” you say. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”

“Long day,” he sighs, raking a hand through his already tousled hair and mussing it further. “Come on in. You want anything to drink?”

You shake your head, stepping into the entryway and watching as he closes and locks the door again. Jungkook nods and shuffles to the kitchen, where he pours himself a glass of water from the faucet and downs half of it in one swig. His throat bobs as he swallows, his head tilted back to expose the long line of his neck, and you step a little closer as he turns to refill the glass.

“On second thought, maybe I’ll have some water too.”

“Mm. Okay.” Jungkook turns and fetches a second glass, filling it to the brim before handing it over. Then he takes your free hand and leads you upstairs, taking a left turn into his bedroom and nudging the door closed with his foot.

“So…” you begin slowly, putting your water down on the nightstand and reaching for the hem of your shirt. “We need to be quick. My mom’s a light sleeper, and I’m pretty sure I heard Jimin playing games in his room when I walked by.”

Jungkook chuckles and lays his hands over yours, stilling your attempt to take off your shirt. “When did you turn into such a horndog, Noona? Maybe I just want to hang out.”

You blink. “Did you just want to hang out?”

Jungkook plops onto his bed and grabs you by the waist, tugging you down and into his lap. “I mean, yeah—I thought that was obvious. Figured we could watch a movie or something.” Grabbing the tv remote, he switches on the television hanging on the opposite wall. “Any suggestions?”

You hesitate. You’ve been in Jungkook’s bedroom just once since you’ve come back, and the memory of the way he’d bent you over the desk in the corner sends a pulse of heat to your cheeks. Tearing your gaze away from the piece of wooden furniture, you instead focus on the television screen, watching as he navigates over to the Netflix menu.

“We can go old school too, if you want,” he remarks as he scrolls through the list of new arrivals. “I have a DVD player.”

That draws a laugh from your lips. “When was the last time you purchased a DVD? Last I checked, you only had Kung Fu Panda, Iron Man, and two copies of Titanic for some reason that you still won’t tell me.”

Jungkook laughs, his chest rumbling against your back. “Call it human error,” he says, looping his arms comfortably around your waist and propping his chin on your shoulder. “How do you feel about going super old school? I can get the VHS player out of the basement and pop in one of the Pokémon movies.”

“I’m sure we won’t have to resort to that,” you assure him, grinning. “Here, why don’t we just watch Iron Man? Three’s your favorite, right?”

“Three is everyone’s favorite,” he says, scrolling over to the appropriate menu and clicking play. “It’s the best one, hands-down.”

“Won’t argue with you there.”

The movie starts, and you shift off Jungkook’s lap to switch off the lights. Darkness overtakes the room as the screen lights up with the opening credits, and when you return to the bed, Jungkook has sprawled comfortably against the pillows lining the headboard. His eyes remain glued to the screen even as he reaches for you, and you hesitate for only a second before joining him, laying down beside him and letting his arm find its way around your shoulders. The scent of floral laundry detergent fills your nostrils, and you subtly nestle a bit closer, resting your head on his chest.

This isn’t the first time Jungkook has seen this movie. You know this for a fact, yet that doesn’t change how raptly he watches the screen, the action sequences reflected perfectly in his glasses. He’s practically vibrating with excitement by the time of the final showdown, mouthing along to the lines, and you hide your smile in the blue-and-white squares of his pajama shirt as the music swells.

It’s well past midnight by the time the credits roll. Jungkook seems perfectly content to lie on his bed with his arm around you, and when you make to get up, his grip slides down to your waist to hold you in place. “You gotta watch the credits all the way through,” he says, blinking at you with bleary eyes now that the adrenaline from the final showdown has worn off. “There’s a post-credits scene, remember?”

You shake your head, but let him pull you back down onto the mattress regardless. “I’m sure you already know what it is. Why don’t you just tell me?”

“What’s the fun in that?” he asks with a grin.

The end credits continue—an endless stream of names scrolling down the screen. Your eyes begin to droop, the words blurring together, and it’s only when the music stops and the final scene begins that you jolt awake. Jungkook is faring no better than you are, suppressing a yawn behind his hand as he watches the last bit of the film through half-lidded eyes. Then the screen goes dark, and silence descends over the room once more. You glance at the alarm clock on his nightstand and see that it’s nearly two in the morning. A look back at Jungkook reveals that both his eyes have fallen shut, and you slowly begin wriggling free from his embrace in order to head home.

You’ve barely moved an inch when Jungkook’s arm tightens around your waist. “Stay,” he mumbles sleepily, one eye cracking open.

You should say no. You should head home to the safety of your own bed. But there’s something about Jungkook—something soft and fond in his tired gaze and something vulnerable in the way he’s holding you so tightly against his pajama-clad body with his hair in complete disarray and his round glasses askew. Heaving a sigh, you reach up to take them off his face, placing them neatly on his nightstand.

“Okay,” you whisper. “I’ll stay.”

Jungkook smiles sleepily and shuts his eyes. “G’night, then, Noona.”

“Night, Jungkookie.”

Within seconds, his breathing evens out, and you know he’s off in dreamland. Twisting in his grasp, you tug your phone out of your pocket and set a quick alarm for six o’clock. Neither of your parents wake up until seven at the earliest, and Jimin would sleep until three in the afternoon if he could get away with it, so you’re certain that you’ll have plenty of time to sneak back into the house. Besides, Jungkook’s bed is comfortable, and his chest is practically a furnace against your back. You aren’t sure you could work up the energy to leave even if you tried.

So instead, you settle back into his embrace and let sleep whisk you away.

///

There are birds chirping outside the window when you open your eyes the next morning, blinking blearily against the sun shining through the curtains. The blanket is tangled around your legs and there’s an arm looped around your waist, and you sit bolt upright when realization dawns. Jungkook groans and mumbles something unintelligible, but you don’t pay him any mind as you twist out of his grasp, clutching for your phone on the nightstand.

7:03am.

Shit.

Throwing your legs over the side of the bed, you rise to your feet and shove your phone into the pocket of your pajama pants. Jungkook makes a sound that vaguely resembles your name, and you spare him a glance as you fumble for your shoes. He’s flat on his back, blinking hair out of his eyes as he fights to stay awake. “Hey,” he manages, his voice raspy.

“I gotta go,” you whisper urgently, successfully putting your shoes on the right feet and wrenching the door of his bedroom open. And then you turn and dash out, leaving a very sleepy, very disheveled Jungkook blinking after you.

Your house, when you carefully crack open the front door and poke your head inside, is quiet. Much to your relief, you don’t hear any of the telltale signs that your family is awake and downstairs yet—no drip of the coffee maker and no sizzle of bacon or eggs. From upstairs, however, you can distantly hear the sound of the shower, so you dart inside and toe off your shoes, padding into the kitchen to start the coffee maker. You check the alarm you’d set the night prior as you scoop coffee grounds into the filter, and curse under your breath when you realize you’d somehow managed to select six PM instead of AM.

You’re seated in the living room with a mug of fresh coffee when Jimin shuffles in with damp hair and a sleepy frown. “You’re up early,” you remark.

“I have a morning class to teach,” he replies, yawning widely as he grabs a fresh mug. “What’s your excuse?”

You shrug. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“Fair enough.”

Suppressing another yawn, your brother turns his attention to the refrigerator, rooting around for the milk. And you return yours to the window, where you can see the side of the Jeon’s house, and Jungkook’s bedroom window on the second floor. There are no signs of life from within, and you wonder if he’d gone back to sleep after your departure. Considering how tired he’d looked last night, you wouldn’t be surprised if he had.

Chaeyoung’s voice echoes in your mind then, soft and wistful. It always seemed like he had a bit of a thing for you. Happiest I’ve seen him in a long time. And honestly? I think it was because of you. We never really forget our first crush, do we?

And then Jisoo’s words rise up in your brain, just a bit louder. He’s a heartbreaker. He never, ever stays until the morning.

So why, then, did you wake up in his arms today?

[bukojuiice]

— their wedding day with you.

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-  you and your fiancé, katsuki, were arguing over the venue and the theme of the wedding. he wanted it to be a simple ceremony. perhaps taking place at just a regular event place- whilst you wanted the venue to be at a beach. 

- it was a dream you had always wanted while innocently planning your wedding as a kid. so why not make it a reality?

-        The two of you peacefully decided on it over rock paper scissors. You won so… the beach wedding it is.

-        (Katsuki actually loved the idea of the beach wedding as much as you did. He just didn’t want to admit it.)

-        coral blue and oceana palettes, luscious palm trees swaying with the wind coming from the sea, the calming sound and view of the ocean, coral and shell designs hung everywhere, tables and chairs with little boho and aquatic inspired designs.

-        mitsuki bakugo insisted on making your wedding dress. you were overjoyed and deeply touched by her sweet gesture. As she wants the best for her beautiful and loving daughter in law after all.

-        The dress was one of the most angelic and heavenly gowns you have ever seen in your entire life. a long graphic lace gown with an open back and the edges of your white dress had frills like that of a mermaid tail. you wore a shell bracelet, to match with katsuki’s.

-        kirishima and kaminari jokingly dared bakugo to wear a tuxedo heavily inspired by the dc superhero, aquaman to keep the beach theme going. of course, katsuki ignored their suggestions and little jokes, opting for something of his usual style. his suit partially unbuttoned, tan rolled up-pants and matching shell bracelets with you.

- as you walk down the aisle, katsuki could not think of anything but the bursting feeling inside of him saying that this was it. this serendipitous event was going to signify the start of his life... his life with you.  

- your beauty and radiance was like that of a mermaid, your (h/c) hair flowing with the wind and the ocean was there as if practically glowing for you. whereas he felt like a mere pirate who could do nothing but watch you from afar as he sailed the shores.

- yet here you are, about to approach him, to finally begin this momentous event.

- the gentle mermaid fell in love with the aggressive pirate. how sweet.

- you insisted on playing songs from the little mermaid during your walk down the aisle and during the reception, sadly, katsuki disapproved of both. with a little convincing and a dozen of cute pouty faces later, he agreed to have someone play a romantic song. just one.

- the two of you decided on someone performing a beautiful rendition of “can’t take my eyes off of you” 

-        bakugo was about to cry while reciting his vows. Almost. He was totally going to shed some tears after the wedding ceremony, for only you to see, and before the two of you make your appearance at the reception.

- the wedding and the reception ends wonderfully as fireworks began to pop in the sky, colorful swirls as if they were coloring the sky, with one of the firecrackers even shaped as a heart. the reception continues with people dancing, and while your husband wasn’t one for festivities and dancing, he would give this day a pass as you bring him to the middle of the dance floor as the two of you dance the night away.

- “you’re just too good to be true...  Can't take my eyes off of you~ you'd be like Heaven to touch, i wanna hold you so much~”

-        shoto wants the most important day of his life to be reminiscent of a fairy tale as he wasn’t able to experience the wonder and the beauty of it as a child.

-        to keep the theme consistent, he rents out a quaint recreational woodland not far from the city.

-        he wants it to be perfect just for you especially since you’ve been dreaming of living a fairy tale for such a long time… and here you are now about to fulfill that dream.

-        the wedding starting at dusk, twinkling lights and garlands hanging around the trees, fairy lights sprawled about, blooming archways, lilac ash and sandstone pallets, long romantic banquet, and guests composed of his closest friends and family.

-        you’re dressed in a beautiful white (with pastel blue accents) floofy dress reminiscent of a fairy. embroidered with vines, satin flowers, and butterfly accents. instead of a veil, you’re wearing a flower crown decorated with pretty white daisies and leaves.

-        whilst shoto was wearing a suit reminiscent of peter pan. an exquisite blue suit with a peter pan lily as his boutonnière.

-        As soon as he sees you walking down the aisle, tears were about to stream down from his cheeks.

- the whole todoroki fam are at the brink of tears too, as these were one of the very rare times they see the youngest todoroki with the biggest smile and most blissful look on his face. 

-        All of the guests stand up, each seat has one thin branch with attached handcrafted butterflies and fireflies for them to hold up and to illuminate your way to Shoto.

-        A musician strums their guitar and begins to sing “Can’t Help Falling In Love” by Elvis Presley.

-        He’s just beyond delighted to see you. As if flowers were blooming with every step you take, approaching closer and closer to him.

- “wise men say... only fools rush in... but I can’t help falling in love with you...”

-        You looked ethereal. Like a dawning light.

-        You continue to walk down the aisle, looking back at him. All the pure love and adoration you have visible in your eyes.

- midway through your vows, shoto couldn’t take it anymore and the tears just flowed down his face. you giggle lightly, the other guests were snickering along.  you bring him into a hug, kissing his tear-imprinted face as the two of you continue with the ceremony.

- It felt like an absolute dream. This was the best day of both of your lives after all.

-        “And they lived happily ever after.”

- you and izuku  just wanted a simple yet still fancy backyard wedding. 

- as the two of you wanted to spend most of your budget on traveling the world for your honeymoon trip instead.

- you could still make things absolutely beautiful and pleasing to look at after all. with your amazing teamwork and working on the planning together, you could manifest a delightful wedding. 

- there wasn’t a particular theme per se. both you and izu weren’t really ones to go into specifics anyway. you just wanted to replicate a very light and airy feeling that can be seen in most dreamy weddings.

-  string lights hung everywhere, a huge whimsical canopy was built up on the yard with two iridescent chandeliers hanging on the inside, draped fabrics and lush, interwoven greenery, mint and powdered colored accents, and a mini bar at the entrance.

- all of the heroes that izuku had known all his life were invited to the wedding. and of course, they wouldn’t miss it for the world. with practically everyone attending the #1 hero’s big day.

- with the help of the girls from class 1-a and after several hours of trying on the most beautiful dresses, your heart was set on an embroidered tulle and crepe white gown. instead of a veil, you opted for a  white crown headpiece, resembling that of a halo. 

- izuku on the other hand, at the behest of the boys of class 1-a, wanted him to wear something extravagant that could woo you. izuku disliked all the suits that they made him try out and instead went for a black suit jacket, dark blue dress shirt, and to complete the look, a cute little bow tie. 

- you walk down the aisle, holding a bouquet of flowers, your calming and ever so beaming presence felt like the light that he had been looking for all his life.

-  izuku could just stare at you lovingly like this if he could. he fights the tears welling up in his eyes, but he knows he’s going to break soon.

- and he does. as soon as he starts reciting his vows, izuku begins to weep. the genuineness and the love that you could hear from his voice and from the emotions he was showing right now made you feel so warm inside. 

- you hug him and squeeze both of his hands tight as he calmly yet emotionally goes through the entirety of his vow. 

- at the reception, inko and all might offer a special toast to you and izuku. their speech composed mostly of doting words and a lot of light-hearted “parent” jokes. 

- dekusquad + bakugo came up to the stage too to give their chaotic toast to the groom and bride, and the atmosphere and the mood became even more fun and lighthearted.

- as a surprise, you and izuku prepared a short musical number. the two of you were going to duet stand by me by ben e. king.

-  “when the night has come... and the land is dark... and the moon is the only light we'll see~ no I won't be afraid... oh, I won't be afraid. just as long as you stand, stand by me~”

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Taking Chances Ch. 18: Girl’s Night (Heroes/Villains)

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Teleporting back into her room in Gotham, Marinette flops onto her bed. Passing Kaalki sugar cubes and Tikki a cookie, she suppresses the urge to scream into her pillow. She was sick and tired of Hawkmoth. Sick and tired of being the one who has to fix everything. She just wanted one week with no Hawkmoth, no akuma attacks. But no. Of course not. Of course he just had to send out a stupid akuma every single day. Because why not. How’re people supposed to know he’s still being the main villain of Paris if he takes a freaking day off? Once she finds out who he is, she’s going to punch him in his stupid face. A knock on her door pulls her from her plotting ways to get back at Hawkmoth. 

“Come in.” She sighs, sitting up and forcing a tired smile on her face. 

“Marinette, your father wanted-” Selina starts, pausing as she looks her over. “Come on kitten, we’re having a girls day.” She says. Marinette raises an eyebrow. Sure she’d met Selina before, but they hadn’t really hung out yet. 

“What?” She asks. 

“You look exhausted and angry, sweetheart. Spending too much time with these boys isn’t going to help. So you’re gonna grab anything you need for an overnight trip and we’re going to go watch movies and eat junk food til we’re sick.” Selina instructs. Marinette grins, jumping up and shoving stuff into her backpack. She puts Kaalki’s glasses into her purse and lets her and Tikki fly in before she turns to Selina. 

“Ready!” She says, practically bouncing up and down in excitement. It’d been ages since she’d had a girls day with anyone. She was so ready to just take a break and be silly. 

“Well come on then. Harley and Ivy are going to adore you.” Selina says, slinging her arm around Marinette’s shoulders. Somehow, they manage to not see anyone on the way to Selina’s car. Which is weird, but it is a weekday so everyone probably had something to do besides sit around the manor. Pulling away from the manor, Selina flips on the radio, the new Jagged Stone song blasting full volume.

“Nice taste in music.” Marinette says with a wide grin. Selina smirks. 

“I have to like the man at least a little, his designer is one of my kids after all.” She says. Marinette smiles, a warm feeling flooding through her. Selina didn’t have to accept her with open arms, she didn’t have to treat her like she was her own daughter. But she did, and Marinette was so thankful for that. Thankful that even so far away from her Maman, she still had a Mom there for her. The two nod along to the music, scream singing the chorus together as the car pulls to a stop in front of an apartment building. Marinette glances at the building, suddenly nervous. Would Harley and Ivy like her? Or would they just tolerate her for Selina. 

“Don’t make yourself nervous, sweetheart. Harley and Ivy are two of the sweetest people I know. They’re gonna love you.” Selina says reassuringly, reaching over and squeezing Marinette’s shoulder. Marinette lets out a breath before nodding. 

“Okay, let’s go.” She says, grabbing her bag and jumping out of the car. She follows closely behind Selina, not wanting to give anyone the chance to get between them. You could never be too careful in Gotham. They walk into the building and go straight into the elevator, Selina pushing the button and leaning up against the wall while they wait. Marinette bounces on the balls of her feet, excitement and nerves bundling together. The second the elevator stops, Marinette’s out, following Selina down the hall. She pulls out a key, winking at Marinette before turning and unlocking the door. 

“Honey, I’m home!” She calls, and Marinette’s jaw drops. The apartment was quite literally covered in plants and vines. They were beautiful. She grins as one of the vines near her leans towards her, a small flower blooming at the end of it. 

“And who did you bring with you?” A tall woman with red hair asks, walking into the room. The designer inside of Marinette instantly has a million questions about the woman’s outfit. It seemed to be made entirely of plants, but she could also tell that they were still alive. She had no idea how the woman had managed that, but she guessed that it was something that couldn’t be replicated for someone else. 

“I’m Marinette. Nice to meet you!” She says with a wide smile. The woman, who Marinette assumes is Ivy, grins back. 

“Nice to meet you, Flower. I see you’ve already made a friend.” She says, gesturing to the vine which was now wrapped around Marinette’s wrist. Marinette giggles. 

“Well, I was hoping they liked me and that’s what this was. I have a garden back in Paris, and I’d hate to find out plants actually hate me.” She says. Ivy shakes her head. 

“No worries there. They adore you, it’s a little odd if I’m honest.” Ivy says, dodging Selina who tries to flick her. 

“Did I hear Selina?” Another voice asks, a short blonde woman walking into the room. Her hair was short and choppy, the small pigtails at the top of her head dyed pink. Marinette grinned at the woman’s outfit- a Gotham Amusement Pier t-shirt, Batman pajama pants, and hot pink fuzzy socks. She wondered if her dad knows that Harley Quinn has Batman pj pants….probably not. 

“Yes, with a guest.” Selina says, plopping onto the couch and gesturing over to Marinette, who was still standing by her new vine friend. 

“Hi! I’m Marinette, it’s nice to meet you.” She says, smiling and waving with her free hand. Ivy whispers something and the vine squeezes a bit before letting go, letting her move away from the door. 

“Well aren’t ya just the cutest!” Harley squeals, running forward and giving her a big hug. “Didjya finally join your boytoy’s adopting habits?” Harley adds, still clutching onto Marinette. Selina snorts. 

“No, he beat me to her. But she’s definitely mine, too.” She says, making Marinette’s face turn red. Harley coos at her, ruffling her hair before stepping back. 

“So what brings ya here? Get annoyed with Bats already?” Harley asks. Marinette blinks in shock. Harley knows? She thinks about it for a minute, and realizes it just makes sense. They’d been fighting long enough and then he started his relationship with Selina, who was one of Harley’s best friends. It just made sense that Harley (who was extremely smart) would put two and two together. 

“No, just thought that Mari could use a girl’s day. She’s been stuck with just the boys for over a week.” Selina explains. Harley gasps. 

“The horror!” She says, making Marinette giggle. “Come on pumpkin, I’ve got the comfiest jammies ever. Oooo, and we can paint our nails! Ivy, find the movies, Selina, you’re on snacks. This is gonna be so much fun!” Harley orders, grabbing Marinette’s hand and tugging her along to one of the bedrooms, Selina’s laugh echoing throughout the apartment. 

“I did bring pjs, ma’am.” Marinette says, once Harley stops tugging her and starts searching through a drawer. 

“Bet that can’t be comfier than the ones I’ve got for ya! And call me Harley kiddo, or Auntie Harley if ya wanna.” She says, looking up from the drawer to smile widely. She looks back and cheers in victory, pulling out a pair of bright red pajama pants. Marinette snorts when she notices the logo all over the pants. 

“Really?” She asks, giggling. Harley smirks. 

“We’ll have to take a picture of us and send it to your old man. Really get ‘im riled up.” She says. Marinette nods excitedly, taking the Robin pants from Harley. This was gonna be awesome. 

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Bruce sighs, looking at the news report from Paris from earlier. The damned butterflies were hard to track. He was used to figuring out problems quickly, and this one was taking too long for comfort. It wouldn’t bother him as much if it was anywhere else, but it was directly impacting his daughter. She was being hurt daily, and she’d even died and now she was plagued with nightmares. All because of a man with some magic jewelry. God, he hated magic. A knock on the study door stirs him from his thoughts. 

“Come in.” He says.

“Hey B, have you seen Mari? I was gonna ask her if she wanted to go get ice cream with me and Little D.” Dick asks, leaning against the door frame, Damian standing next to him with his arms crossed.

“Not since breakfast. There was another akuma attack earlier, but it wasn’t a bad one. She wasn’t injured.” He says, remembering the completely strange battle from earlier. It was some man with pigeons, and apparently this was the 34th time the man had been akumatized over pigeons. 

“Did you not check her room after the battle?” Damian asks, eyebrow quirked. Bruce sighs. 

“It was the pigeon one again. I assumed that she’d want to take a nap, if anything. She still hasn’t been sleeping well. Tim said she’s awake every morning when he comes up for coffee, whether it’s three or five, she’s up.” Bruce explains, frowning at the thought of his youngest daughter’s sleep habits. He certainly didn’t need another sleep deprived coffee addict like Tim. It wasn’t healthy. 

“Well I already checked her room. She wasn’t there.” Dick says, and Bruce frowns, pulling out his phone to send a text to Tim and call Jason. One of them had to have seen her. She never left the house without telling one of the family, unless it was for a battle. 

“What.” Jason says gruffly, Bruce is just grateful he answered. Up until a couple of months ago, Jason would have rather thrown his phone in the river than answer one of Bruce’s calls. 

“Have you seen Marinette?” He asks, getting straight to the point.

“No? Why? What’s wrong?” Jason asks, and Bruce hears shuffling as Jason rushes around wherever it is he is. 

“Nothing. I’ll call you back.” He says, hanging up. He glances down at his texts and notices Tim hasn’t seen her either. He frowns, but doesn’t panic yet. Pulling out his computer, he pulls up the tracker that was on each of his children’s phones. He scans the map, frowning when he sees that her phone is still in the manor. In her room. He stands and swiftly moves past his sons to get to his daughter’s room. He knocks, waiting for an answer. None. 

“Marinette?” He calls, knocking again. “I’m opening the door.” He warns, pushing it open. He frowns at the empty room, nothing appearing out of place. 

“Do you think she had to pop back to Paris for something?” Dick asks, coming up behind him. Bruce shakes his head. 

“No, she would have told us. Suit up, she has to be somewhere in-” He stops as his phone chimes. He looks at it and feels all of the tension leave his shoulders. 

Took our youngest daughter for a girl’s day, back tomorrow XO. Of course Selina had her. 

“She’s with the Sirens. She’ll be back tomorrow.” Bruce says, suppressing a smile at the annoyed look on his youngest’s face. She was safe, and that’s what matters. Even if he was certain he’d have to listen to Damian complain for the entirety of patrol. 

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“Make all the boy moose go WAAAAAAAAA!” Harley says with the movie, laughing loudly. Marinette chuckles, passing Tikki a cookie in her purse before sticking another spoonful of ice cream in her mouth. 

“I still like the first one more.” Selina says, taking a sip of her wine. Harley sticks her tongue out at her before turning her attention back to the movie. 

“Do you think Mia is secretly a superhero?” Marinette asks, frowning in thought. 

“What on earth are you talking about?” Ivy asks, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Even Harley pauses the movie to turn and stare at her. 

“Stan Lee.” Marinette says with a shrug. 

“Is that s’posed to mean something to me, kid? Cause I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about.” Harley says, obviously confused. Marinette huffs. 

“Stan Lee makes a cameo in this movie. And Stan Lee is the creator of Marvel, right? He’s made a cameo in like, every single Marvel movie. So is Mia secretly a superhero? Is that why he’s in the movie?” Marinette rambles, almost flinging ice cream at Selina as she gestures crazily. 

“Sweetie, how much sleep have you had in the past three days?” Selina asks after a few moments of silence. 

“Not important. Is Amelia Mignonette Thermopolis Renaldi, Princess of Genovia, also a superhero? Does she secretly work for SHIELD? Or is she more like Iron Man, like a freelance superhero? Was she a hero in San Francisco too? Or did she take over a hero's mantle when she moved to Genovia? Cause she was really clumsy in the first movie and also super awkward, but now she’s less clumsy and she seems to be more put together, but are heroes really put together? I don’t think so. I think sometimes heroes pretend that they’re put together to make everyone else feel better when in all reality they’re seconds away from a breakdown themselves. Is Stan Lee coming to recruit her for SHIELD? Is that why he’s in Genovia? Does SHIELD have any jurisdiction there? Is there a Genovian branch of SHIELD?” Marinette rambles, suddenly stuck on the topic. Seriously, why is Stan Lee in Princess Diaries 2 if Mia isn’t a hero? Why would he-

“Kitten, take a breath.” Selina says, her hands on Marinette’s shoulders helping her to ground herself. Marinette takes in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. She blinks a few times, instantly feeling bad. 

“I’m so sorry.” She says, frowning. 

“What for?” Harley asks, looking confused. 

“For ruining girl’s night.” She says quietly. Selina pulls her into a tight hug and Marinette sinks into it. 

“Sweetheart, you didn’t ruin anything. I don’t know everything that’s going on. But what I do know, is that you rambling out a conspiracy theory about the movie we’re watching is not ruining girl’s night. Trust me. One time, we invited your brother Dick, and he ate all of the cookies by himself.” Selina says, Marinette snorts. Of course he did. “Now that’s a way to ruin girl’s night.” She adds, squeezing her once more before leaning back.

“Let's watch something that we can just get lost in and not have to think at all.” Ivy suggests, looking through the stack of dvd’s. Marinette glances over, eyes instantly catching one of her favorite movies. 

“Legally Blonde?” She suggests, Harley squeals. 

“That’s it, you’re officially ours. Brucie can fight me.” She says, putting in the dvd. Marinette laughs, laying her head on Selina’s shoulder, grabbing a handful of popcorn. She could get used to nights like these.

Next Chapter

Bonus chapter: Harley Vs Bruce

Drawing of Harley and Mari’s pajamas

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Pregnancy Series - Part 6

Meeting the baby for the first time 

⚠️ Sensitive content -> mention of: labor pain, blood, fluids ⚠️

Pregnancy Series: Part 1 // Part 2  // Part 3 // Part 4.1 // Part 4.2 // Part 5

Last chapter! So, I hope you all enjoy this one! Feel free to tell me in the comments or send me a message ( even as anon if you want ! ) Soon new requests will be posted again...it was a nice time with the series....I will miss it, you too? 

BTW! The request was that the baby doesn’t look like them despite being their baby! 

jumin 

Your husband stroked your head after the hard time you had giving birth to your first son.

Well, the labor itself didn’t really last long but you still had a hard time.

You were sleepy and at some point you had the feeling that you couldn’t even breathe, almost giving Jumin a heart attack.

But when the both of you finally heard your baby cry for the first time, you all relaxed.

,,IT’S A BOY!’’ the midwife announced happily, making Jumin cry as he praised you, proud to be finally able to call himself a father.

The nurses and medics around you guys got everything ready and you were carried into another room so that the maid could tidy up the room. Your baby was also weighed and checked up on.

Jumin was really happy that you guys decided to give birth at home. Of course, this was only possible because everything was alright with you and the baby.

,,So, meet your mommy and daddy,’’ the midwife whispered as she approached you, softly giving you your baby boy.

,,Oh,’’ you gasped, surprised by the beauty of your boy.

But your eyes quickly met Jumin’s.

,,Was your mom blonde?’’ you asked him.

He looked over to you. He was smiling and not even a bit concerned that the baby wasn’t looking like him at all.

Maybe it was even better that the baby was totally different.

Jumin shook his head.

,,Don’t worry, I can already feel the bond between us. I trust you,’’ he whispered and kissed his baby on his head softly since he was still so soft.

,,Wanna hold him too?’’ you whispered and waited for his response.

Jumin nodded excitedly, wanting to hold his own little baby in his arms.

Finally his wish came true.

Jumin held him and cradled him, just like a real father.

,,Mr Han,’’ Jahee softly called him. ,,I informed your father as well as the RFA and will take my leave to prepare everything in the company,’’ she whispered.

,,Jaehee,’’ you called your friend.

,,It’s impossible that the aunty goes without seeing the baby! Step in!’’ you called her.

Nervously, Jaehee stepped in and looked at what Jumin held between his arms. 

,,He looks so handsome…’’ she gasped.

You chuckled as you laid back. ,,It’s our son after all,’’ you yawned and slowly fell asleep…

Three years later, you once again were pregnant. Your son by now was almost turning three.

He was blonde and had blue eyes. Apparently your mother’s family was blonde. 

And even though no one could believe at first that this was Jumin’s son, as soon as they saw how he acted, they all knew that this was indeed a Han. The bloodline was still in the heir of C&R.

,,Father, I believe that the maid made a mistake with organizing my toys. I think we need someone better!’’ he whined, pulling his father.

Jumin took his son seriously, but of course he knew that his son was still three. What didn’t hold him back from making everything possible was his might.

Zen

You heard how Zen nagged at someone, but before you could try to concentrate on what he was saying, another wave of pain hit you, making you scream in pain.

,,I‘m here, baby, I‘m here,“ Zen whispered, holding your hand.

You turned around to him and smiled with the last of the strength you had.

,,I wanted to have a barbecue,“ you whined, making him chuckle.

,,As soon as you give birth, I will send them to get you food,“ he promised.

,,I can’t wait to eat kimchi,“ you laughed, breathing the pain away.

Zen smiled apologetically. ,,You can’t eat spicy food while you’re breastfeeding,“ he told you.

,,AHHHH!“ you hissed. He wasn’t sure if you screamed in pain or because you were angry that you still couldn’t eat spicy food, but whatever it was, he was scared.

,,It’s open by four centimeters. Soon we will be there,’’ the midwife smiled.

Well, that soon changed into an hour, two, three, and finally four hours.

,,You’re doing so well,’’ your boyfriend told you. By now you had to wear an oxygen mask because you couldn’t breathe.

,,Maybe we should do a C-’’ before the nurse could even end her speech, you moved your head, pressing Zen’s hand stronger as you pushed.

,,Mc!’’ he called you, holding onto you stronger.

You pushed and pushed. You sometimes had the feeling that air was missing, but you kept pushing until finally a cry was heard, making you collapse onto the bed.

,,MC?!’’ Zen whined, but the nurse next to you calmed him down as she checked your vitals.

,,It was hard. She will sleep for a few minutes, don’t worry,’’ she smiled.

Zen nodded and looked over to his baby. She had a little dark hair and also her skin was a bit darker than his, but she was still the most beautiful baby he had ever seen.

,,Would you like to cut the cord?’’ the midwife asked, explaining to him how to do it.

Just when he was about to take the baby, you weakly called him. ,,Hyun, let the mother hold her first!’’ you whined.

Zen smiled as he nodded, observing how the baby was placed in your arms.

,,Princess, hello,’’ you whispered, tearing up at her sight.

,,She is so… perfect,’’ you whispered.

Zen couldn’t help but kiss your head and his baby’s as he decided to go out to tell everyone the news.

Of course he saw how shocked they were, maybe because he was crying like an idiot, but as soon as he told them that your baby girl was beautiful, they all looked so happy.

,,Take her! Show us!’’ Jaehee hissed as she began to cry too.

A few seconds later he and the nurse stepped out, a pink bundle in his arms as he showed the RFA his newborn girl.

,,She doesn’t look like you. She must be happy,’’ Jumin teased Zen.

,,She looks even better,’’ he whispered.

,,I really thought that your DNA would be stronger,’’ Yoosung commented.

,,It’s okay, I don’t mind. She’s still mine,’’ Zen said and smiled. He already loved her so much…

A year later, you and the RFA finally could do what you missed last year - the korean barbeque.

And this time, a special guest had her appearance too.

,,Say, cheese!’’ Zen blabbered as you held your daughter in your arms, her long dress fit perfectly with the big birthday cake she had on her face, liking her little chubby fingers.

,,Say, Daddy come too!’’ you whispered, taking her hand and waving at Zen while Jumin tried to take not so blurry pictures of you…

Thank God Jaehee used her phone too...

Yoosung

,,Dr Kim! Finally! A dog was hit by a car and needs medical assistance immediately!“ a co-worker of Yoosung said as he cut the call.

He looked inside, seeing from the windows that a young girl sat on the floor, her dog in her arms, crying over a pet.

If he didn’t know about Rika‘s and Sally‘s death, he would believe that this was his cousin.

The young man hesitated, his phone still in his hand.

At a totally different place, you were trying to keep your breath in rhythm as your mother stroked your hair.

Half an hour passed ever since you finally arrived at the hospital with the ambulance you called, your‘s and Yoosung’s mother with you in the room.

It was a kind of stressful situation. Your mother was happy, but at the same time a bit disappointed that Yoosung was still missing and his mother, your in-law, was worried over her son as he still wasn‘t there.  

It was his first born. He fought so hard for this son that there was no way he would miss this opportunity.

,,I‘m going to call him again,“ she said as she was about to open the door to your room as it suddenly opened by itself.

,,I‘m here,“ he said, out of breath.

,,Where- why did you take such a long time?“ you asked him, worried and annoyed at the same time.

,,I- I was almost fired because they didn’t seem to understand that I wasn’t running away from work, but on my way to support you,“ he gasped.

,,What did I miss?“ he asked you, as you smiled, telling him that he was just in time.

Again, a wave of pain hit you as you gasped and tried to breathe through the pain.

Yoosung was a good support, telling you sweet words, stroking you, everything went well.

Finally, you were ready to push and from then on everything took about five minutes.

Yoosung was there when his first born took its first breath, when she cried for the first time. Yoosung was there to cut the cord, he saw how the little, also bloody, human being

to wash the baby for the first time and give her to you, making her stop crying as soon as her skin met yours.

,,She’s so beautiful…’’ you whispered. The tears didn’t want to stop falling as you held her in your arms.

,,But she has blonde hair. You still can’t match her,’’ you chuckled.

Yoosung nodded. ,,She doesn’t look like me at all. Maybe that’s why she’s so beautiful?’’ he asked you.

You laughed as you heard your comment, but your eyes never left your baby's little body.

,,Daddy is handsome, right?’’ you whispered, stroking your newborn's arm.

A few moments later, the nurse asked if Yoosung would like to hold her and wash her, since you were in too much pain to do it, something he agreed to immediately.

With the nurse telling him what to do and how to do it, Yoosung gave his baby their first bath, slowly and softly and with so much love.

,,You need to be really careful with the head,’’ the doctor explained and also told him the reason.

After your baby was fresh, you were allowed to have it again and just when you felt your baby's warmth again, your mother and mother in law entered the room, crying over their first granddaughter.

,,You looked exactly like her, Mc!’’ your mother proudly said as Yoosung’s mother looked at the baby with lovely eyes. ,,I hope my next grandchildren will also not get a single DNA from your looks!’’ she teased him.

Jaehee

The car ride was a rather calm one. Luckily, you were a bit in pain, but nothing like in the movies where the women cry and groan in pain.

,,Everyone reacts differently,’’ Jaehee told you as she stroked your arm, proud of you for handling this pain.

,,We’re here,’’ Seven announced, stepping out of the car and opening the door for you to help you.

Just when you stood next to the door, both feet on the ground outside the car, you felt a fluid coming out, running down your legs and wetting the ground below you.

,,Shit, this almost landed in my car!’’ Seven gasped as Jaehee climbed out of the red car, seeing that your water just broke.

,,Oh my god, the baby will come soon, Seven. Please call a nurse and bring us a wheelchair!’’ she whined and helped you walk a bit as Seven began to run towards the entrance.

,,Are you still okay?’’ Jaehee asked you worriedly and helped you to keep moving.

You nodded. There was a sharp pain indeed, but you could still handle it.

All you wished for was a hospital bed because for sure you wouldn’t give birth on the street.

,,Please sit down here. A midwife is already on her way!’’ a nurse called and helped you to sit down on the chair, rolling you quickly towards the entrance, followed by Jaehee with her bag.

Indeed, you all really had to hurry. As soon as they helped you change and laid you down on a bed, the contractions began to hit you.

You felt the urge to push and you moaned in pain.

,,We can begin!’’ a midwife announced and looked at Jaehee. ,,She will give birth now!’’ she told her.

Jaehee got nervous and finally the time came.

Holding your hand, she nodded. ,,Mc, you can do this!’’ she encouraged you while you spread your legs apart, pushing and leaning forward to put pressure on your belly.

,,UGH!’’ you groaned and laid back, gasping for air.

,,Okay, another push!’’ the midwife said, the same game again, you groaned again when you felt something slowly coming out.

,,I can see the head! Keep pushing!’’ she laughed.

Jaehee looked over to the midwife. She could also see the top of the baby, feeling more excited when the baby moved again.

,,The last push!’’ the midwife called and you did what she said.

Falling back, you gasped for air as the room was filled with a loud baby's cry.

Immediately, they handed you the baby boy, where you put your arms around him, holding him.

,,Oh gosh, he is so tiny!’’ you whined and looked at him.

Jaehee was also sobbing by now. ,,I’m so sorry that he looks nothing like you, but I am so thankful that you are here. He is your son too,’’ you told her.

Her lips were pressed together as she nodded.

,,Our son,’’ she whimpered.

A few days later, the three of you were finally ready to go home. Jaehee was carrying the baby in her arms and buckled him good in the back seat of the taxi as you slowly got in yourself.

,,Let’s go home,’’ you whispered to Jaehee, holding her hand.

,,Let’s go,’’ she said as she took yours, smiling.

Saeyoung

The red haired man didn’t come much later than you to the hospital room and was quickly by your side as your belly was connected to some tubes and wires. 

They were monitoring the baby. Saeyoung knew that they weren’t there because something was wrong or bad, but still, it kind of scared him to see it all.

,,How are you?’’ he asked you while you had your eyes closed, opening them a bit to look at him.

,,Good, now that you’re here,’’ you whispered and squeezed his hand with your fingers, making him endure the pain.

,,Sorry,’’ you groaned when it got better, making him shake his head.

,,You are enduring much more than I am, so feel free to squeeze my hand,’’ he told you and stroked your head.

Suddenly, the machine made some beeping sounds, making him shriek and look at it, not understanding what was happening.

,,Move aside!’’ a nurse called as she entered, followed by your midwife and a doctor.

Saeyoung was quickly pulled aside as they told you something.

He was so overwhelmed by all his feelings that he forgot to listen to them.

He just somehow came back to life when he heard you cry and scream.

,,Once more!’’ the nurse said loudly and made you exclaim some words he didn’t get while you were pushing.

Saeyoung watched the whole scenario as you were pushing a little, brown haired baby out of you, covered in blood.

He began to sob when he realized that it was his daughter you just gave birth to.

,,The first girl is here!’’ the nurse happily laughed.

Saeyoung just focused on the baby and saw how she carried the crying baby away.

When his eyes couldn’t follow the nurse with his daughter anymore, Saeyoung focused on you again, seeing that you were still pushing and giving your best.

He also noticed that by now, some of your fears had come true. He had to press his lips together to not laugh and to not make you feel bad, but even though you were giving birth to a second girl, you saw him and seemed to understand his thoughts.

,,CHOI SAEYOUNG! ONE WORD TO ANYONE ABOUT ME POOPING AND I WILL KILL YOU!’’ you screamed and finally, a second scream filled the room.

,,There’s no need for me to do that! You did that yourself,’’ he laughed and came to you, kissing your nose.

The first baby finally came back and was immediately brought into your arms, followed quickly by the second twin.

,,Both are brown haired. I can’t say Tomato Girls anymore,’’ Saeyoung whined as he observed them.

,,Nope, you can’t tease my girls indeed,’’ you chuckled.

,,They totally don’t look like Saeyoung, I’m happy,’’ Jaehee commented in the chatroom when Saeyoung posted a picture Saeran took holding his babies.

,,I am too,’’ Saeran commented, teasing his brother.

,,They look just like Mc,’’ Yoosung said, but Saeyoung put his phone aside since right now his top priority was to observe his three ladies sleeping. ,,I know that you three are all mine, so I don’t care about your looks,’’ he mumbled and enjoyed the sight of his family.

Saeran

And so, as soon as you cut the call, you dialed the ambulance’s number, hoping that they would be there just in time to help you.

You were happy that you were finally giving birth, but on the other side, you were more than scared.

You knew that twins arrived earlier, but as a mother, you still were concerned.

Unable to think of anything else, you felt as if you drowned into your fears until the door rang, showing you that help was already there.

,,I honestly didn’t think that this would hurt so much,’’ you whined as Saeran was next to you. You knew that he had to keep himself together to not cry with you as you endured the pain.

Saeran looked down to your trembling hand as he sighed.

Hours passed and the pain just increased. Saeran was now massaging your temples and cleaning your sweat.

Suddenly, a loud sound made him turn around and look back to you, noticing that you were really pale.

,,Mc?’’ he called you, making you look at him.

,,It hurts,’’ you gulped and closed your eyes, hoping that it would get better.

,,No use, we need a C-Section!’’ someone said and roughly pushed Saeran away.

He couldn’t follow the medical words as you were suddenly brought away from him.

,,Wait, MC!’’ he tried to run after you, being held back by a nurse who was trying to calm him down.

More hours passed and Saeran was left alone in the big room, waiting for you and some news of you and his boys.

,,I can’t believe that three years passed so quickly already,’’ you laughed as you kissed one of your son’s heads, watching them eat their breakfast.

,,I know, back then those hours I was waiting for you were the worst. I’m happy that they could help you and at least stop the pain for a bit,’’ Saeran sighed as he thought back to that time when the nurse came up to him with one of the babies.

,,At first I thought it was a joke when the nurse told me you didn’t want to hold him!’’ you chuckled.

Saeran blushed.

,,He… first of all she just brought me one baby! I couldn’t have known that the other boy was too weak to see his daddy,’’ Saeran said, not so loud and observed his second son who apparently was too weak that day.

,,Our Haru was still too weak while Haneul was eager to see daddy,’’ you said, smiling.

,,Besides, I expected them to be red haired. He didn’t look like me at all. I thought she mistook the baby!’’ Saeran defended himself.

Maybe the next baby will have your looks,’’ you said, patting your belly and observing your sons making a mess on the table.

Jihyun

You were breathing heavily after the third push as nothing seemed to move forward.

The doctor kept telling you that you were doing great, but you didn’t trust him at all.

You felt impatient, nervous, frustrated, and in pain.

Jihyun seemed to feel that you were unhappy with the situation and kept stroking your head and patting your arm, encouraging you.

,,I love you so much,’’ he whispered.

Suddenly the doctor said something that gave you new hope. ,,I see the head, come on, we will be finished soon!’’ he smiled and gave you another push of strength as you finally let go of the tension.

You were just enjoying the cries of your baby. Finally, you could meet the little baby you were carrying for so long under your heart.

The baby was placed on your chest and immediately stopped crying, making you tear up.

So this was the connection between a mother and her child? You asked yourself.

You looked over to Jihyun who, too, was crying, enjoying the sight of the both of you.

He was probably implanting the sight of the both of you in his head.

Later on, Lucy too was allowed to visit you and her little sibling.

,,But he doesn’t look like daddy at all!’’ the little girl exclaimed, making you laugh.

Well, she was right.

But you all knew that this was for sure Jihyun’s baby, even though no one would say so.

Days passed and finally you guys were allowed to go home, something that made you more than happy. Sleeping, or at least laying in your own bed, made you feel much better than you thought.

,,Is he asleep?’’ Jihyun asked you when you stepped out of the room. It was three pm and you were honestly also ready for a little nap.

Laying your head on his shoulder, you nodded in response and felt his warm hands on your back.

,,Lucy must feel neglected,’’ you whined, feelings overwhelming you since you noticed that these days you didn’t do much. It was either sleeping, eating, or taking care of the baby.

,,No, she is such a caring child and understands, don’t worry. I am with her,’’ Jihyun tried to calm you.

,,Actually, while you and the baby were sleeping, she helped me with something. Come with me,’’ Jihyun whispered and led you to his working room, making you gasp.

,,It seems as if someone took a picture of us,’’ you gasped, again in tears as you saw the moment you held your son for the first time in your arms from the view of someone behind you.

He also managed to insert Lucy into the portrait as if she was there in that one, special moment.

,,She really helped you?’’ you asked him again and couldn’t believe what your eyes were observing.

,,I indeed have the best family,’’ you sobbed as Jihyun hugged you firmly.

Vanderwood

,,Are we all sure that this isn’t a false alarm?’’ Saeyoung asked loudly so that even you, in your room, where you were currently being examined, heard him.

By now you were somehow nervous, agitated.

You glared at Vanderwood who seemed to understand.

As soon as the doctor told you that you were doing well and that you didn’t even need an epidural, Vanderwood went out of the room for a short moment to tell Saeyoung to ,,Either shut the heck up or go and buy your bed on your own!’’ making you feel kind of bad afterwards, but you just needed it.

,,I’m honestly so happy that you aren’t in pain,’’ Vanderwood said when he returned. It was amazing how quickly he could change his mood.

You smiled at him and took his hand.

,,It’s a bit painful, but not that bad. I’m managing,’’ you smiled and looked down to your belly.

Soon you would be able to hold your girl.

,,Three more centimeters are missing,’’ Vanderwood whispered and put his head on yours, smiling as you closed your eyes to feel the warmth your body was sending you.

Time quickly passed and you were finally able to push.

You were rather quick and everyone in the room was positively surprised.

You didn’t scream or cry like most women, you just pushed and gave birth to your sunshine.

The midwife quickly took the baby while you and Vanderwood heard her cry and all your fears of any possible complications vanished.

,,The father can cut the cord if he wishes,’’ the nurse said and of course, Vanderwood didn’t wait and did what he was told, already tearing up.

The baby was quickly put in your arms where you could finally take a good look at her.

You chuckled when you saw her. ,,She is yours, I swear,’’ you told him as you looked at Vanderwood.

,,I know. I feel it even though she doesn’t look like me at all,’’ he smiled.

,,You know, she will probably only have my looks and be totally you with your characteristics,’’ you told him.  

After a while, you decided that Vanderwood, too, had the right to have his baby in his arms and while he did so, holding that little miracle in his arms, you decided to take a hidden picture of him and his little girl. The first picture.

,,Why are you crying? Are you in pain?’’ Vanderwood asked you when he looked at you again.

,,No,’’ you sobbed. ,,It’s just that… you again look like a handsome man and… with the baby you look even better and I… I look like shit!’’ you hiccuped.

Vanderwood chuckled when he heard your words and handed you the baby. ,,You look like this baby. You’re still saying shit?’’ he asked you, calming you down.

The day was pretty emotional for you, which was a reason why Vanderwood decided to send the boys, who were waiting for you guys, home after greeting you shortly, to a shop for a bed for the whining grown up man while he could enjoy time with his own little family.

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Summary: Six years ago, L/N Y/N wouldn’t exactly say that she loves her life. It had always been problematic but her best friend, Miya Atsumu, since she was eight when she moved to Hyōgo, has always been there for her, and she wouldn’t change it for the world. However, things would always fall apart for her ever since, so she should have expected of such. Running away from her problems seemed like the easiest route to take at the time, so what happens when the past comes barging back into her life demanding answers? Will she be able to confront her demons?

Pairings: Miya Atsumu x f!Reader

Genre: Angst, ANGST I LOVE ANGST, a lil bit of fluff here and there.

Warnings: Language, etc.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters except for the reader and my ideas. I do not claim any images used for content in this fic, everything goes out to their respective creators unless it is mentioned that it is mine.

Status: completed. | series masterlist

↩ at peace | dearest daddy

mia speaks!: 

okay, wow. So it took awhile for us to get here and I apologize for that but we’re finally done with Homesick, wew. It’s been a challenge but I’m so happy and grateful for all the positivity you guys have been sharing with me. Also, thank you so much for your patience. 

It’s been an emotional ride but we’re finally done. There may be a few short stories after this chapter but no promises. Hopefully I get the chance to though, I do want to be able to. But for now, if you guys have any requests for imagines/scenarios with this series, don’t be afraid to send them over!

Also, big thanks to @oii-sugasan​ and @sunshinesero​ for beta-reading this for me! I apologize if this chapter is any way lacking compared to the first nine chapters, it’s been awhile since I wrote anything so I hope this was a great way to end this series. 

I love you guys so much, I’m so glad to be (sorta) back. I hope you guys enjoy this!

Time was a funny and fickle thing. Sometimes there was never enough of it, and other times it stretched out endlessly. It had been seven months since your life had once again made drastic changes. It often surprised you how time flew by so fast.

Seven months since your two precious boys had been introduced to the man that they now call their father. And well, seven months since you had been reunited with the love of your life. Sure, it had ups and downs, it wasn’t bound to be perfect since the two of you were your own person. It was inevitable for such different personalities to clash, it didn’t help when there were two children present, one of them being as handful as their own father.

Atsumu had shown that he was a doting father, despite only being a part of their lives for less than a year, he had put his new family as his top priority, wanting to make up for lost time. He would instantly drop anything and everything, sometimes even volleyball when he could for times when his family needed him. Not that his new family had been a burden since then, his sons and of course you, have been nothing but loving and supportive. Showing up to games to cheer him on and the twins attending his training to either join or just watch their father and new favorite uncles.

It had been a rollercoaster ride since it was officially announced that Atsumu was off the market and that he actually had sons. Some fans were supportive, believing the news and claiming that both the young twins were striking replicas of the volleyball player. And of course, there were fans that were against it, raging how you were nothing more than a money-grabbing harlot and that you had probably lied to Atsumu about the twins being his.

They were quickly shut down, of course, by not just fans but various people close to the volleyball setter who defended you without you even asking for it. You weren’t going to lie, that particular month filled with venomous words thrown your direction stressed you out but it was mostly because of your motherly instincts, wanting to keep your sons away from such unnecessary drama. You and Atsumu had decided to ignore the majority of the vile comments but seeing you so emotionally exhausted had only fueled the already tiny flame in Atsumu. He was quick to announce that he would no longer tolerate any form of slander towards his family and would handle things legally if anyone were to step out of line.

And by the next few weeks, the hate simmered and the stress that had engulfed you and Atsumu in its grip had vanished. All that was left that made you both worry was Atsuhiro’s health.

Fortunately, Atsuhiro’s sickness didn’t grow worse as time passed by since his first transfusion. If anything, the boy was healthier and it was very much evident in his features. The healthy glow returned to his skin, he was smiling more and had shown his usual energetic-self like before he had fallen ill. Atsumu on the other hand, much to Atsuhiro’s dismay, had started becoming such an overprotective father. It took a lot of begging from Atsuhiko for their father to spend the day outside of the protective bubble of your apartment.

It took time and patience from everyone’s side to get this far, and for Atsumu, (and of course, you) he didn’t mind it one bit. He had grown more mature, despite his twin brother’s disagreements, he not only took care of himself more but he had become a role model to his sons.

Not only that, but as his relationship with his sons grew stronger, the love the two of you had for each other only seemed to intensify as well. Sure, the two of you had ups and downs back then in your friendship but it was as if time and distance hadn’t kept the two of you apart. If anything, it was as if it made your bond stronger. Two best friends, reuniting and finally expressing their true desires, it was easy for the two of you to fall into a comfortable routine.

“Where are the boys of the hour? I’ve been wanting to see how good Hiko looks in my jersey!”

Bokuto interrupts your thoughts for a brief second before you return your focus to your duties of cutting up the vegetables in the kitchen. You can’t help but chuckle at the sour expression that graces Atsumu’s expression as he fills a tray of refreshments on one of the island counters. “Don’t remind me, Bo-kun.”

“You’re just jealous that your sons didn’t want to wear your jersey," he teases, a playful grin on his lips as he lifts himself off of the ground by his hands to sit on the counter.

The scowl on Atsumu's face only deepens at the reminder, "Get off the counter, Bo-kun. Don't be rude. Why don't you actually start to help and give out these refreshments to the guests?"

You watch in amusement as the two exchange their usual banter around the kitchen of your home in Hyogo. It was decided a week ago after Atsuhiro's second transfusion was a success, that the twins would celebrate their birthday back at Hyogo instead of having the guests cramp up in your small apartment in Kanagawa.

It was also then decided by your sons what theme they would be having for their birthday. It was traditional for the twins to have their birthdays themed depending on their current interest. Lately, since the two were very fixated on volleyball due to their new favorite uncles and of course, their father, it was decided that they would be having a volleyball themed birthday where the guests were required to wear their favorite player's jersey.

For a minute, your new friend Bokuto had been rather excited upon hearing the idea.

"So show up with our own jerseys? Great!"

And as for Atsumu, he was excited at the prospect of seeing his own sons wearing his jersey. That is, until his sons destroyed such dreams.

"Are the two of you really sure?" you hear Atsumu's voice echoing from the twins' bedroom throughout the walls of the apartment as you stepped inside, shutting the door behind you as you ventured further into the comforts of your home. “Like really? Those are your choices?”

You grew curious as you slipped out of your shoes and let your hair loose from its tight bun, wincing slightly from your tugging. There was a tinge of whininess dripping from Atsumu’s voice that you couldn’t help but wonder what the three of them were talking about. It wasn’t unusual for Atsumu to be around when you had to work on days where the boys came home from school or when they didn’t have school.

At most times, when Atsumu didn't have training, he would be the one taking care of the boys instead of your mother or Osamu. Majority of his free time away from volleyball was spent with his sons, wanting to make up for the time he had lost. And there wasn't a day where the young twins wouldn't ask about their father and if he was going to visit. It was as if they were scared one of them would disappear, wanting to spend the entirety of their lives together.

"Maybe we can go with superheroes this year!" Atsumu's voice grew louder as you reached the door to the room where they occupied. Leaning against the door's frame, your eyes land on the back of Atsumu's head as he's seated on the carpeted floor facing the twins who were playing with their action figures. A small grin curling upon your lips at the sight of Atsumu’s slightly dishevelled bleached hair.

Atsuhiro, who seems to have the ability to sense your presence, looks up from his toys and in an instant, his eyes widen happily. He was about to greet you but you quickly pressed your index finger against your lips to signal the little boy not to announce your presence just yet, wanting to see Atsuhiko and Atsumu's interaction. The smart little boy that he is, nods and returns to his toys.

"But daddy," Atsuhiko protests, his focus still on the action figures in his hands, "We did superheroes last year! I wanna wear Uncle Bo's jersey!"

You fight the urge to burst out into a fit of giggles as soon as you catch a glimpse of Atsumu slumping his shoulders dejectedly. Now you understand as to why he had his moppy voice on. "But don't you want to wear daddy's jersey for your birthday?"

"But daddy," Atsuhiko lets out a sigh, looking up at his father with a look that meant the little boy wasn't up for any arguments on the matter, "Uncle Bo is the best! So I wanna wear his jersey!"

You could have sworn you heard Atsumu whine, suddenly wishing you had decided to film this from the start. "But it will make daddy really happy if you wear his jersey!"

Atsuhiko shakes his head as he continues to play with his action figures, "But I want Uncle Bo and I to match!"

Atsumu sighs in defeat before turning his attention over to Atsuhiro, looking hopeful. "What about you, Hiro? Would you wear daddy's jersey?"

"No, daddy. I wanna wear Kageyama-san's jersey," he nods with a proud smile, "Wanna be just like him! He's so good!"

"But daddy's just as good a setter as Tobio-kun!" Atsumu cries out, throwing his hands up in the air, "betrayed by my own children. 'Samu isn't going to let me live this down."

This time, you let your presence be known by finally releasing a bubble of laughter. Atsuhiko instantly drops his action figures and rushes over with a happy squeal. Atsumu pivots his body, looking up at you with such a pitiful gaze as he juts his lower lips out ot a pout, "I want new children."

Needless to say, Atsumu had been pouty ever since and has been dreading today due to the reason that every single one of his friends had found out about it. He had tried a handful of times to change their minds, unfortunately, the young twins won't budge.

“It’s not my fault your kids like me better than you,” he huffs, folding his arms across his chest, “I am an ordinary ace after all!”

A scowl graces on Atsumu’s features which causes the other occupants in the room to chuckle in amusement. It wasn’t as if Atsumu didn’t like the idea of his sons becoming close to his teammates, but lately, it was getting harder for the setter to share. “Get your own children!”

“Ah, about that...” Bokuto trails off with a nervous chuckle which causes everyone to fall silent and look at him in curiosity, “I actually will be getting my own child soon, I think.”

“You think?” you ask with an arched brow, “You can’t just think you’re having a child, Bokuto-san.”

Atsumu interjects, “And aren’t you in love with that best friend of yours? What happened to never being with anyone else but her?”

He waves his hand in the air dismissively with a frown etched on his lips, “Well, I can’t exactly be with her when she just got married.”

“You are so getting your ear torn off by the management when this news gets out,” Atsumu snickers, which he earns a smack to his shoulder from you. “Ow!”

You narrow your gaze at your boyfriend, completely unamused with his behavior. “Don't be dramatic, I didn't hit you that hard!" Letting out a huff as you wipe your hands on the apron you were wearing, "You aren’t helping Bokuto, ‘Tsumu.”

His lips curl up to a cheeky grin at the sight of your expression. He leans forward to nuzzle his nose against your cheek, your cheeks growing warm from the public display of affection. His heart swells from your reaction to his gesture, murmuring teasingly, “Sorry, darling.”

“Please, don’t make me barf.” Osamu interrupts with his features scrunched up in distaste from the interaction between you and his brother.

Atsumu sticks his tongue out at his brother who returns the gesture with a shake of his head. His arm snakes around your waist to pull you closer to his side as he returns his attention over to his teammate, “Well, is the woman making you marry her?”

“Making you pay for child support?” Osamu quickly adds.

Atsumu quips with a chuckle, “Threatening to expose your sins?”

You interrupt the two with a glare towards them, “Stop ganging up on him!”

Bokuto lets out a laugh as he begins helping your mother set up the desserts onto one of the trays to bring outside to the guests, “Nothing like that, she’s pretty chill and we’ve gotten pretty close lately. So we’re going to co-parent.”

“That’s very mature of you, Bokuto-kun.” your mother compliments him with a smile before patting his back.

He feels his cheeks grow warm from the compliment, his heart swelling with pride. “Thank you.”

“Maybe you’ll end up falling for her anyway,” Osamu teases with a smirk playing on his lips, leaning against one of the kitchen counters.

He shakes his head at the idea as his brows knit together, “Jess and I won’t fall in love.”

“Jess?” Atsumu blinks at the familiar name before his eyes widens at the realization, releasing his grip from your waist, “Jess, that journalist that you showed around town when she first visited Japan?”

Bokuto nods with a smile gracing his features, “Yeah, she’s pretty cool.”

“Maybe you’ll learn to love her in your own way through your child,” you suggest with a shrug of your shoulders as you began untying the apron you were wearing upon realizing what time it was.

Atsumu shakes his head and responds before Bokuto could utter a single word, “No, no. That’s impossible. Bo-kun’s heart belongs to his best friend.”

“Stop teasing him,” you scold your boyfriend with a shake of your head, handing over the apron you successfully took off, “make yourself useful and help out here in the kitchen,"

"Bu—"

Cutting him off with a stern glare as you lift a tray from one of the kitchen counters and handing it over to Bokuto, a small smile gracing your lips, "Don't mind him, Bo. Can you bring these to the backyard and help out if anyone else needs help? I think Reiji needs a hand setting up the bouncy castle,"

Retrieving the tray from your hands, his eyes lighting up from the excitement, "bouncy castle, you say?"

"That's for the kids, Bo-kun." Atsumu scoffs but soon lets his lips form into a pout when he had been ignored, turning his attention over to you once Bokuto slips out of the kitchen, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to check on the boys to see if they're ready for their big entrance," you muse with an amused grin. Of course, you knew what your sons had prepared for the big entrance that they insisted. Atsumu had pestered both you and the young twins since he had heard of their plan but as your sons refused to budge, you had feigned clueless, claiming that your sons had opted it to be a surprise.

Little did Atsumu know that you had helped your sons pull off such an idea.

"I don't get why they have to have a big entrance," he sighs, brows furrowing as he racks through his thoughts on what the surprise could be. It didn't help that he was both curious and excited at what his sons might pull off.

Osamu lets out a snort, rolling his eyes at his twin brother as a smirk curls upon his lips, "What do you mean? They're your kids."

"What does that even mean?" Atsumu scowls as he slips on the apron you had handed over, walking over to where your mother was situated to take over what you were doing.

You shake your head at the two bickering older twins and shoot a look of sympathy towards your mother that was going to be left with them in the kitchen before she waves you off. Your heart was swelling from happiness at how natural everything felt, despite the silly banter thrown around. It was home.

As you step into your childhood living room, you're hit with a nostalgic wave from the memories surrounding the whole area. Though it may be a mixture of good and bad memories, since you had come to terms that you were no longer running away from your past, you only feel comfort. You made your way through your childhood home over to the bedroom that had been renovated to the liking of your twin boys.

The mere thought of your boys growing to love the place where you had grown up yourself was enough to bring a smile to your face. You press your knuckles against the wooden door to signal your presence by knocking on it repeatedly, “Are you two ready?” you ask, your voice probably muffled on the other side. Your fingers wrap around the handle of the door and as you were about to twist and push it open, the door instantly snaps back shut with a loud thud. “Can’t-”

“No, mommy!” Atsuhiko screeched causing you to blink from both the surprised force and tone. Pressing your palms and ear against the door to hear what the commotion was all about, you frown upon hearing only their shuffling feet, “What are you two doing? Guests have arrived and your party will be starting soon,”

“We’re almost ready, mommy!” Atsuhiro assures you from the other side.

A chuckle escapes your lips at their antics as you decide to not interfere any further, “Alright you two, just be sure to be out in a few. You don’t want your daddy to come fetch you. It’ll ruin the surprise.”

“Okay mommy!” you heard Atsuhiko yell out, their excited muffled voices purely obvious from the other side that you couldn’t help but smile.

On the other hand, back in the kitchen, the father of your twins was having his own little dilemma back in the kitchen. It wasn’t as if he was uncomfortable being around your mother, but it was more like he felt he was still lacking.

Despite him knowing that your mother and you hadn’t had the greatest relationship when your father passed away, he still wanted to be someone your mother would approve of. He didn’t know whether your mother knew the whole story of the relationship between the two of you but being away from you and your sons during most of their childhood was enough to make him worry. The mere idea of his sons looking up to him sent his heart soaring, but of course, he also wanted your mother to feel secure enough for him to be together with you and the twins.

“I’ll bring out these sliced up fruits outside,” Osamu cuts the clear tension surrounding the kitchen. Atsumu resists the urge to glare at his twin for leaving him behind with your mother, knowing full well that his brother knows his current insecurities. A small smirk graces Osamu’s features but not the obvious one that would make your mother notice.

Atsumu watches his twin slip out of the kitchen with a tray full of food for the guests before flickering his gaze over to your mother situated at the other side of the room, making final touches to the cupcakes. “Is there anything else that I can do?”

Without looking up, a smile etches on your mother’s face. “No, it’s fine. We’re just about done with everything.”

“It looks good,” he states with a nod of his head, not really knowing what to say.

Placing the piping bag to the side, your mother lifts her head up to look towards the direction of Atsumu and wipes her hands on the apron she’s currently wearing, “You know you can always start calling me mom.”

The mere sentence made Atsumu want to leap in excitement, but at the same time he was nervous, a sudden fear of messing things up engulfing him. “I don’t want to overste-”

“Oh please,” your mother waves her hand in the air with a light chuckle, “I’ve known you since you were eight. We’re practically family. So you might as well call me mom.”

Atsumu couldn’t help but let the corners of his mouth tug up to a wide smile, “Alright, mom.”

“I’m really happy that the two of you decided to work things out,” your mother spoke with a smile as she delicately places the cupcakes on the cupcake stand.”

His feet shuffled across the room to help your mother stack the cupcakes onto the stand, “We had to for the kids anyway.”

Your mother hums in thought for a second before responding, “I think the kids were just the push the two of you needed. If anything, I’ve always thought the two of you would always end up together since the two of you always leaned on each other for anything.”

He nods his head slowly, leaning against the counter as he feels his heart swell with happiness. “I guess you’re right, mom. I did lean on her majority of the time when we were growing up. I guess I still am now. I just wish I could make her happy.”

“Don’t worry, you do. Before she left Hyogo, I know for a fact that she was miserable in this house after her dad had passed. You were the only one giving her a reason to move forward,” your mother spoke, sadness dripping from her voice.

A sigh escapes Atsumu’s lips as his features scrunch up to something that resembles pain. “I was also the reason why she left. I may be even the biggest reason why she left.”

Your mother extends an arm out and places a hand on Atsumu’s arm, trying her best to give assurance and comfort, “You weren’t the only reason behind that. I don’t know if she’s told you, but I had neglected her. I’m not proud of it and apologies are probably never enough for forgiveness. I was barely a mother when my husband had passed. I was almost an empty shell and instead of being a moth-”

“Mom,” Atsumu cuts her off and grabs hold of her hand in his own, “Don’t blame yourself. She loves you very much. It’s all in the past. We’ll be able to move forward, we already are.”

The two were interrupted with Osamu’s arrival, knocking by the kitchen’s door frame to announce his return. A smile etched on his lips at the scene before him, “Hey, Y/N wants everyone in the living room. Apparently the boys are ready to make their big entrance.”

Your mother excuses herself as soon as she removes the apron tied around her, excitement clearly evident in her features. Atsumu knew it well, despite the relationship that you had been slowly rebuilding with your mother, she was just as excited as him to have the twins into her life. She has equally doted on, if not more, on the twins ever since and well, Atsumu wouldn’t have it any other way.

Atsumu knew for a fact that you adored the time you’ve been sharing with your mother. As long as you were happy, nothing else mattered.

Osamu gives him a pat on the back, arching a brow in curiosity as they make their way out of the kitchen, “Everything alright?”

Atsumu gives him a nod, giving him the largest grin that he could muster. “Yeah, definitely.”

“You look disgusting,” Osamu jokes, pretending to shudder which causes Atsumu to give him a shove as they step into the living room where most of the guests have already gathered.

“Hey ‘tsumu!” Bokuto calls out from next to you as soon as Atsumu comes into view. “Hurry up! I’m excited to see Hiko in my jersey!”

Atsumu rolls his eyes as he approaches, grumbling to himself. As soon as he reaches your side, he places a quick kiss to your temple before snaking an arm around your waist to pull you closer. “Yeah, yeah. You have to stop rubbing it in. We get it.”

You couldn’t help but let a laugh escape your lips as you lean yourself into Atsumu’s warmth, “Oh come on now you two, focus on the big entrance will you?”

Bokuto just snickers from the side while Atsumu sends him a glare. If you were to describe the two of them, they were practically acting like petty children but you know those two will eventually switch attitudes as soon as your twins step out to make their entrance.

You flicker your gaze over to Osamu who was situated a few steps ahead from your little group, trying his best to act natural with his phone up. The two of you had discussed prior to the party that he would be the one to film the whole thing going on. Your little boys had practically begged their uncle to film their big entrance but mostly, what you hoped Osamu to capture was Atsumu’s reaction.

A part of you expects that he would be a grinning mess at the sight of his kids but also, you’re also hoping he’d be speechless from all the teasing his kids put him through of having to wear someone else’s jersey.

“What’s taking them so long?” Atsumu asks, tilting his head slightly hoping to meet your eyes as his fingers play with the hem of your shirt.

As you were about to answer him, the familiar voices of your two boys echo throughout the room from the top of the stairs. You didn’t even have to look to know about their surprise since you know very well of what they had planned. Well, obviously, you had helped them out with picking up the jerseys that they were going to wear.

However, you had wanted to capture Atsumu’s reaction to your boys with your own two eyes instead of just watching it from a video. And honestly speaking, you didn’t think you’d fall in love with this man any more than you already do but here you are.

Just the mere sight of his features scrunching up to a look of awe was enough for your heart to swell. It looked as if he was close to tears as watches the twins descend the stairs with the prodest smiles they could muster.

You pry yourself away from his side as soon as the twins approach Atsumu, knowing full well what was going to happen as they had practiced what they were going to say. Flickering your gaze over to Atsuhiko and Atsuhiro, seeing them in Atsumu’s high school volleyball jersey made your own eyes water despite the fact that you were the ones who had gotten them the uniform a week ago.

“Wh-What are you guys wearing?” Atsumu almost chokes out his words, “What happened to the jerseys that we bought that you said you were going to wear?”

Atsuhiko throws his arms out in the air, smiling widely. “We changed daddy!”

“We wanna wear your jersey daddy,” Atushiro nods his head enthusiastically, lifting his hand up to grip onto Atsumu’s shirt.

Atsuhiko wraps his arms around Atsumu’s waist, “‘cause you’re our favorite volleyball player daddy!”

The scene itself was enough for everyone to watch in awe, a few of the guests that were invited had their own phones up to capture the moment with smiles on their faces, the others were almost practically in tears themselves, and well there was also Bokuto by the side with his pouty self at the realization that neither of his nephews were wearing his jersey like he thought they would. Atsumu on the other hand, had eventually dropped down to his knees and wrapped his arms around his two boys, burying his face in between them as he let out his own tears stream down his face from the overwhelming joy that coursed through him.

Yes, this is your family.

This is your home.

You stare out the window from the kitchen of your childhood home, a smile on your face at the beautiful afternoon of your backyard full with people you adore and have missed so much. 

The party was still in full swing despite the sun about to set, the laughter from the guests and a few children present rang in the air. Happiness had engulfed your heart and honestly, you had trouble believing it yourself but here you were. 

You wouldn’t trade this for anything. 

An arm snakes around your waist from behind and you would have been startled if you hadn’t felt Atsumu’s presence a minute ago. Despite not having seen each other in years, everything about him was still familiar. Sure, there were a few things about him that you didn’t know but that didn’t mean that he still wasn’t your Atsumu that you’ve grown to love. 

“Thank you,” he whispers as he nuzzles his nose into your hair, a smile playing on his lips. 

You place your hands atop of his and lean yourself back into his warmth, your brows furrowing in confusion. “What are you thanking me for?” 

“For everything,” he lets out a sigh, causing a shiver to run down your spine from the heat radiating from his breath close to your ear, “For giving me two amazing boys and for existing yourself.” 

Pivoting your body around so that you were facing Atsumu, your hands settling on his chest as you look up at him with your lips curling up to an assuring smile, “Thank you.” 

“And what for?” Atsumu questions, matching your own smile with his own as his hands cup your face. He lowers his head slowly, nudging your nose with his own as the pads of his thumbs brush delicately against your skin. 

Heat spreads across your cheeks at his gestures, feeling shy yourself but despite that, the majority of what you felt was only comfort in being in his arms. “For loving me as much as I love you.” 

He hums in response, placing a quick kiss to your lips. “No, I probably do love you more. More than you can imagine.” 

Before you could respond, he places his lips back firmly on yours and your eyelids flutter shut as if on instinct. The hands of yours that were resting on his chest eventually found their way around his torso to pull him close. Tilting your head to the side, the kiss itself deepens as he runs his fingers through your hair. 

It just felt so natural being with him.

Before the kiss could grow more heated however, a loud yell from outside had interrupted the both of you causing you to pull away much to both of your dismay. Your heads turn towards the direction of the commotion, the bouncy castle coming into view.

Or rather, the depleting bouncy castle with Bokuto and Hinata coming out hastily in laughter. 

You shake your head at the scene, a bubble of laughter leaving your lips before turning your head back over to look at the man before you. Just when you had decided to pull back and return to your duties of being a mother, he wraps his arms back around your waist to pull you back against him. Another laugh escapes your lips as you playfully slap his chest, “What now? We have a party going on, we have to entertain our gue-” 

“Move in with me,” he interrupts, his features showing nothing but seriousness. 

You meet his sincere gaze with your own and your heart makes a leap out of joy. There was only one answer you could possibly give. 

“Yes.”