#now if u will all excuse me i have to go jump into a frozen lake

[arienic]

GENE x FEM!READER - not my best work but ive sunken back into the aphmau fandom and i wanted to get something out, so here u go!

warnings: infidelity, zenix slander (i love him i promise), maybe ooc gene??

You tilt your face away, laughing. "You're fucking joking."

Your boyfriend — your ex boyfriend now — frowns at you from across the table. "Look, I'm sorry but — I met her four months ago and — I don't know, she just gets me —"

"Oh, shut the fuck up," you snap, then leap up and grab your things. "Save it for someone who gives a shit."

He has the gall to look offended. Him, offended! You roll your eyes as he splutters out an "Excuse me?"

"So fucking long, asshat," is the last thing you say before you're out the diner door.

You hear his shouts from behind you, so loud that even when you're across the parking lot and by your car, the echoes still chase you down the pavement. Fucking lunatic, you think bitterly, unlocking your car and throwing your things onto the passenger seat. After you clamber in, you're tempted to slam the door closed.

It's only when you've settled into the leather, hands braced against the steering wheel that it hits you.

My boyfriend cheated on me. He cheated.

Holy fuck. What the fuck. He cheated.

You wish you'd screamed at him a little more. You wish you'd ordered a little more, wish you'd left him more than twenty-seven dollars poorer at that ugly red booth. You wish you'd maybe thrown your water at him and had his ugly-ass face sopping wet, frozen in shock.

(But then you start wishing that you'd tried a little harder.)

Last week, when you'd both gone to the mall. You should've suggested the movies, instead of just dragging him around the shops and talking his ear off. Or the other day, during lunch. You should've taken his hand in yours on the walk back home and leaned on his shoulder. It could've been fine — perfectly fine — if you'd only tried a little harder. You could've kept him. If you hadn't gotten so distant all those months ago, maybe he wouldn't have been tempted to run into another girl's arms. Maybe he wouldn't have continued returning to her. Maybe he wouldn't have kissed her, loved her — preferred her over you.

Maybe he would've stayed.

You take a deep breath, gripping the wheel harder. No, you tell yourself, not now. You need to — to — (a glimpse of him, rushing out the dinner and catching sight of you in your car — his shadow against the golden lighting from inside) — you need to get out of here.

Another deep breath. The keys into the ignition — enter, twist — and the car starts. Your mind whirls. But where, it asks, where do we —

There's a name that jerks to the forefront. Jagged, sharp, tapering off at the ends like cigarette smoke — but still so comforting.

Gene, it spells, and you step on the gas.

"I'm telling you, Sasha, it's not like that," Gene groans, spinning one of his dozen silver rings round the stained coffee table.

"Whateeeever you say." Sasha's drawl crackles from his phone speaker, propped up on a spare coffee mug. Her sharp, violet eyes manage to dig into his soul even through the barriers of Facetime and a cracked screen protector. "You're obvious as fuck, though."

He rolls his eyes, flipping the ring into the air. "There's nothing to be 'obvious as fuck' about."

"Even Zenix has noticed."

Gene pauses, and reaches out for the falling jewelry a moment too late — he's fumbling for it as it clatters to the floor.

He doesn't need to look back up at his phone to know the look on her face; the silence speaks volumes.

"I got distracted," he says defensively, leaning down to pick it up. "There was a mosquito."

"Sure," she says — and snorts when he bangs his head on the table trying to sit up again.

Gene grimaces, but leans back and rubs the sore area. "Fuck off, Sasha."

"Don't think I will."

"Fuck you —" He jumps when a series of knocks rain down on his front door. "Shit!"

Sasha frowns, leaning closer to the camera. "You good over there?"

"Someone's at the door," he sighs, slipping his ring on.

He watches her lips lift into a grin. "Maybe it's —"

"No, it's not her. She's on a dinner date today." Gene shuts her down — although he wishes he didn't have to. He's never told anyone (and he never will), but he likes when you show up to his apartment unannounced. He likes when you rap your knuckles on his door and shove takeout in his face, declaring that night as a movie night.

It won't be you, though. Gene's sure of it. Ever since you started dating that guy, your impromptu visits have happened less and less often.

He still stands up, though. "I'll call you back later," he tells Sasha. She throws him a pixelated thumbs-up before ending the call.

Gene sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "Who is it now, then," he mutters to himself, making his way down the hall. He drags a hand down his face one last time and moves to look through the peephole — and damn near chokes on his own spit.

Why the fuck were you here?

You don't look good, either. Your eyes are swollen and red, and your bottom lip trembles ever so slightly. You lift a hand to wipe roughly at the tear that slips down your cheek. 

Something protective and furious flaring in him, and he practically throws the door open to find you why the fuck you're so upset.

You flinch, take him in, then relax. "Gene," you croak — and immediately start crying.

He blinks. "Woah, hey, no." Gene rushes forward and wraps an arm around your shoulder to bring you close, leading you into his apartment. He closes the door with his foot. "What happened, sweetheart? I thought you were out with…" he trails off, then shakes his head. "Why are you crying?"

"He—" you blubber, "—I left him— "

"Relax, let's relax. Deep breaths," he says, arms curling around your back to bring you closer. "It's okay," Gene murmurs, letting you lean into him as he walks you over to his couch. "You're okay. In and out, sweetheart, in and out."

Gene's thumb rubs circles into your shoulder as he sits down with you; he's breathing loudly, slowly, to coax you into mimicking. It's only when you take a last, shaky breath that he gets up.

"Where are you going?" you blurt when you see him move away.

"Getting you some tissues," he says, and disappears down the hall. When he returns, you’re perched on his couch, sniffling and rubbing at your nose.

"Now,” Gene says, handing you a wad of tissue, “mind telling me why you were bawling your eyes out on my doorstep?"

You wipe your nose again. "It's" — you hiccup — "it's not…" The shame curls deeper into your gut. "Um."

"Yeah? Take your time."

You swallow. "He… he cheated."

Gene stills. "He what?" he says, voice dangerously calm.

"He invited me out for dinner today," you continue. "I told you, right?" Gene nods. "He was really quiet. Really awkward. And whenever I tried to start a conversation, he just wouldn't, like, entertain me, you know? It'd just be so quick. And, um, he was really short with me." You pause, take a deep breath. "I should've expected it. I don't know why I didn't. I don't know why I was still so — so shocked, so… surprised — when he told me. I mean, he's been so distant, and I don't…" Your throat closes up. "I guess I thought…"

"Just to be clear, you shouldn't have had to expect it," Gene tells you, his fury creeping into his tone. He catches sight of your face, though — embarrassed, guilty, heartbroken — and reels in his irritation. "No one should have to expect cheating," he says. "Fucking dick. Should've given him a black eye, too."

You give a small, hoarse laugh and wipe your eyes. "I did leave him to pay the bill on his own."

"Good." Gene smiles at you, cups a warm hand 'round your elbow. "Fucker deserved it. And, uh… you know, if you want, I can sic Zenix on him too."

You snort. "What, like he's a dog or something?"

He gives you a look. You laugh again, this time with your shoulders. "You're so mean," you tell him.

"He barks like one."

"Gene!"

"What? I love him, you know I do, but sometimes —"

"Stop!" you huff, kicking at his thigh. He raises his hands in surrender. 

"Okay, okay!" He sighs and settles back into the couch. You're picking at the lint on your socks, sitting comfortably in silence, when he mutters, "Offer still stands, though."

You roll your eyes. "Thank you. I'll let you know if I'm ever in need of your services."

He hums. "Good."

Silence again. In it, you realize just how much comfort his touch brings you. You adjust your position on the couch wordlessly, inching closer to him. Gene's kind enough not to comment on it.

He opens his mouth to say something. It closes quickly, but doesn't take so long to open again. You watch him carefully.

"What?" you say.

Gene clears his throat. "What do you think about a movie night? It's been a while. We can order takeout."

You blink, quiet for a moment (during which he hears his heart pounding loudly in his ears) and then a small smile pulls at your lips. "As long as I get to pick the movie."

[dabiekql]

HQ Suna - Winning Y/N Over (Fluff)

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Imagine when y/n was trying to taking a nap during their lunch break and someone kept playing with her hands, interrupting her sleep. Thinking it was one of her friends fooling around with her, she just grabbed the hand and fell back to sleep.

After few minutes, she was woken up by the bell ring, indicating the end of lunch. When she opened her eyes, her eyes almost popped out from shock at who she was holding hands with as she felt heat flooding all over her face.

Suna Rintaro

He was playing on his phone while letting his left hand on y/n's grip. While y/n was frozen on the spot, Suna put his phone away and smiled at her. "Did you sleep well?"

Y/n couldn't find her voice, so she just nodded her head as she quickly let go of his hand. The moment she did so, Suna looked like he missed the feeling of her hands already. But he continued to smile as he fixed her messy hair, causing y/n's face to redden into a deeper shade. Suna smirked at her expression before going back to his seat, leaving y/n all flustered. When her seatmate saw her face, she asked if she was alright that all she could do was nod her head.

Ever since that interaction, y/n couldn't help but get conscious of Suna that she kept glancing at him. At one point, her eyes met with Suna's that she jumped slightly as her eyes widened. Suna smirked at her and mouthed, 'Cute.' Her face turned red once again and she unconsciously slammed her head on her desk, creating a loud sound.

"Are you okay, y/n?" When her teacher asked, y/n franticly apologized, so the teacher just nodded his head before going back to the topic. Y/n sighed in relief before glancing at Suna once again and saw him chuckling silently.

When school has ended, y/n tried to leave the classroom in haste, but her wrist got caught by Suna. "Why are you in a rush?"

Y/n quickly thought of an excuse. "U-Uh... I just wanted to go home..."

"Can I walk you home?"

"V-Volleyball! Do you not have volleyball?" Y/n quickly remembered that he was part of a volleyball club.

"We don't have practice today," Suna smiled. "So? Can I walk you home then?"

From the sight of his smile, she nodded her head unconsciously that they ended up walking home together. Throughout their way home, there were no words being exchanged between them. But y/n glanced at him time to time wondering what might he want from her.

They continued to walk in silence until Suna held her hand. Y/n flinched in shock and looked at him with wide eyes. Suna had a smile that could make anyone fall in love with him as he said, "I just missed the feeling of your hand."

Her face doesn't seem to have time to calm down as her face was red as a tomato for the countless of time today. "B-But..."

"Do you not like it?" Suna asked with a slight tilt of his head that y/n shook her head timidly. "Then you like me?"

Y/n became flustered as she stared at Suna, trying to process his words. "Wh-Wha...?" When Suna continued to look at her with a smile, she nodded her head as she avoided eye contact with him.

At her nod, Suna tightened his grip. "I like you, too, so you are mine now right?"

[vainvenus]

hey freaky ppl. my request is really simple bc i need to recover from this angst fic i read of sejanus LMAO

so i was thinking of peacekeeper sej and covey reader, but the way they meet is completely different. he would catch the reader sneaking off over the fence with a bag of supplies.

i’m thinking that someone at the covey had gotten ill and the reader was met with the task of gathering herbs needed outside of the fence.

i feel like sej would first be what any other peacekeeper would be and follow and be like “wtf are u doin” but then like he’d understand and let her keep running off into the woods and meadow. IDK I THINK THIS IS CUTE

⌲;꒰ Fence girl. ꒱

Pairing :: Peacekeepers!Sejanus x Fem!Reader

Synopsis - Sejanus catches someone sneaking over the fence and tries to do his job ( he doesn't).

Includings :: Covey member!reader, sejanus hating his job AND being bad at his job, he has a soft spot for (everything) reader, horrible first impressions, mostly fluff, this is kinda short

An :: Sorry this took so long...jumping from fandom to fandom is NOT for the weak

Sejanus never truly wanted to be a peacekeeper, yes he wanted to help people but obviously not in this kind of way.

Peacekeepers were often cruel and stern, they stood their ground for what they stood for and their morals were aligned in a way that didn't quite align with Sejanus's.

But it was far too late to turn back, he already was at twelve and already buzzed his curls so he was stuck here with a job he hated. Not much could be done.

And Sejanus did try to do his job, he tried to be like his friend Coriolanus who was stern and took the job very seriously but of course, there were times where he struggled.

Like right now, he was frozen with confusion as he watched a girl with [h/c] hair scaling one of the fences. She had a dark brown bag around her shoulder. His brows furrowed even more as he wondered what was she doing.

But then he had to remember his job and how what the girl was doing was very much something he had to report.

No one was allowed beyond the fences because one, it was seen as dangerous because they were made to keep wild animals.

And two, it was seen as rebellious since at some point if anyone was able to get far enough they could leave the district and start their own life far far away from all of this mess.

Sejanus looked around, slight panic wavering in his eyes as he realized he was the only one who had noticed the girl climbing up and over the wall. She was almost out of his sight, her dark green skirt blending in with the scenery.

He cursed under his breath as he started to climb up the fence, hopping over it and looking in the direction of the girl. She seemed to be in a rush as she looked around the field.

"Excuse me! You know you're not allowed to be here, right?"

His voice seemed to have startled her as she jumped a bit, she looked him up and down quickly. She clenched the brown bag as he eyes glanced to the gun he was holding and he saw how she tensed up, her eyes growing wide.

She looked scared– no, terrified. Like a rabbit behind hunted by a fox.

That was another thing Sejanus hated about being a peacekeeper, no matter what he was always going to be feared because of that stupid uniform and the firearms they had to wield while on patrol.

It didn't matter how gentle he was as long as he was in uniform.

"Please...don't hurt me."

"Hurt you? I..I wasn't gonna- look, you're not allowed to be past that fence. I won't report you or anything, I swear. But you could get hurt or lost-"

"I know where I'm going." She had cut his worried rambling short, grip tightening on her bag.

His brows furrowed in slight curiosity. "And just where is that?"

"There's a few herbs down from here near a river." She replied. "I need to get them for a friend of mine...she's sick and we can't exactly afford medicine at the moment." She murmured the last bit but loud enough for Sejanus to frown.

He knew he shouldn't. He knew he should have done his job and escorted her back over the fence.

But of course Sejanus's heart always won over his brain so before he could even stop himself he had said;

"Alright. You can go."

A warm smile had spread onto the features of the girl in front of him, her eyes glistening with hope as she uttered; "Really?"

Sejanus nodded, looking over his shoulder just to be safe. "Yes, really. But, I have to walk with you and you need to make it as quick as possible."

"Deal! I'll be quicker than two shakes of a lamb's tail." She giggled and Sejanus couldn't help but smile as he followed beside her.

As they walked, Sejanus took small glanced over at her. Her sense of style didn't seem to fit twelve, everybody remotely dressed the same with mostly dull colors or neutral tones but she had a much more lively pallette with splashes of red, orange and yellow.

"Starings rude, you know."

He quickly looked away, pressing his lips together in a thin line as she had cracked another smile before laughing and playfully hitting his arm.

"I'm just playing around! Jeez, for a peacekeeper you sure are sheepish." She hummed as she looked up at him and he glanced back over at her.

"Yeah, I'm horrible at my job I know."

"I'm not complaining, just glad I got one of the good ones." She smiled before she realized they were near the river and she crouched down near one of the nearby trees.

Sejanus watched as she pulled out a small jar and began picking dark purple berries, careful placing them into the jar. He tilted his head a bit while he watched her like a curious child.

"Elderberries." She spoke and his brows knitted together before she continued to explain. "Help with the immune system. We crush em' and brew em' into a real sweet tea."

Sejanus nodded as he knelt down. "Can I help?"

"You really are different, hm?" She tilted your head up at him, giving a teasing smile. "Kind, thoughtful and helpful? Are you sure you picked the right job?" She asked as she handed him one of the small jars and he shook his head.

"I wanted to be a medic." He said as he carefully picked the berries, putting them into the jar and the girl beside him hummed in amusement.

"That's surprising. What made you change your mind?"

"A friend. I'm only here because of him, oh and a little bit of rule breaking back home.." He sheepishly admitted and she giggled, standing up.

"Well you are just full of surprises, huh?"

Sejanus shrugged with a smile as he placed the jar carefully into her bag. "Guess I am."

As the two had walked back to the fence, Sejanus had picked a perfect spot where there was no one on patrol at the moment. It was like she had never even went over the wall.

He helped her over it, giving her a small boost up before climbing over it himself and he dusted off his uniform as he placed her bag back in her hands and she hummed a 'thank you' as she put it back over her shoulder.

"Y'know, I hope we meet again. Under better circumstances, of course."

"Me too- wait, I never caught your name."

She giggled, turning on her heel. "I never threw it!"

|★|

It had been a couple of weeks since his run-in with that [h/c] haired girl. Weeks since and he hadn't seen her again, he hoped that meant that her friend had gotten well enough that she didn't have to sneak over the fence again.

He was still thinking about her as he sat with Coriolanus, sitting at one of the tables as he was watching Lucy Gray perform. He was never as wowed, mainly because unlike those in the capitol he grew to already appreciate music.

"Whoops! Coming through, Blondie!" A familiar voice giggled as a girl with [h/c] haired brushed past the two to set some drinks off at the table next to them and Sejanus's eyes widened.

The fence girl.

He immediately stood up and walked over to her and as soon as she had turned to face him her face broke into a smile which he copied.

"You again!"

"Me again."

She gave him a skeptical gaze yet there was a playful smile on his face. "Are you stalking me?"

"Yeah. And it was just so hard because you never tossed me your name." He sighed like a damsel in distress, shaking his head.

She had giggled, holding out her hand. "[Y/n]."

He shook it, keeping a gentle yet firm grasp on it. He thought that maybe being a peacekeeper wasn't all too bad now.

"Sejanus."

[pedgecalmdown]

GG - p.p.

Summary: You help your boyfriend Population with gaming, and things get a little wild 😜.

word count: 1.4k

warnings: AVERAGE OHIO GAMER!!!🤣Oozing, secretion, semi public sex, pesky pimples, steaming brown loaf, dark pee, watery sperm, nip suckling, pepperoni nipples, pee in womb, pungent toots, crusty red penis, crusty unclipped toes on your shoulders, uncut gym dog, hairy hog, cheesy wee wee, poop on tray, fart inhaling, fortnite, eating sleeping gaming and repeating, tuna smoothie, damp chicken nuggets, cavernous butthole

blueprint: ur sitting on tv e couch and perd is in his gaming room playing for the past few weeks and u hear him occasionally say goddamnit and smack the table and ur like his personal butler and he poops on tray and u feed him and he gets pimples and then he loses and he starts punching trh walks and u have sex with him to cheer him up

you’re sitting on the couch in your shared home with your boyfriend, panky, when you hear a large bang coming from panera’s gaming room. You stand up and start slowly walking over to the gaming room. “Penis? Whats wrong?” As you arrive at the doorframe of the room, you can see your visibly angry, sweaty, greasy-haired, pimpled boyfriend breathing heavily with his head in his hands as he growls. “These.. these little.. BAKAS!!!” He slams his fists down on the table and you jump a little. “Pedge, calm down. It’s gonna be ok. It’s just a game.” You knew pig iron would get mad sometimes, but you had never seen him in this state.

“It’s not just a game. it’s my entire life. Eat, sleep, game, repeat.” Placenta said while balling his shaking fists. It’s almost like you could see the steam blowing from his ears. You could see his face so red with anger, but you weren’t scared since he can’t even get out of his chair. He spoke again, sweat and grease flying from his hair onto your body. “Now if you would excuse me, I need to get back on my grind. GET OUT OF MY ROOM!!” You contemplated giving him a kiss on the forehead, but the amount of raging, oozing pimples he has turned the thought down. You turned away from Portable and walked to the door, but before you left, your sticky little nugget called your name. “Y/N!! I’m hungyyy!!! Get some food in my tummy NOW!!”

You roll your eyes and smile. You couldn’t stay mad at PlayStation. You open the freezer and grab some frozen tuna. You put it in the blender and start blending. You didn’t know why Pensions loved tuna smoothies, but you made them nonetheless because they were good for him. Especially in his current state. You made the smoothie along with some squishy, moist chicken nuggets that had been in the pantry for a week or 2. You put the nuggets in the microwave hoping to warm them up, but they just got squishier and the grease leaked everywhere. You put them on a plate and started walked over to pewter’s room, grease dripping from the plate onto your toes. You knock on the door with the knuckles holding the smoothie. He opens the door from his chair with armpit sweat stains all the way to the bottom of his shirt. “Here’s your food, plagerism.” “Fank u!” 🥺 He says.

Pube looks at you with his adorable wittle puppy dog eyes and asks, “can you pwease feed me while I game mami?” His index fingies pointing together while he asks. You reply ecstatically. “Of course!! Nothing but the best for my little poo poo muffin.” You walk to pillar’s desk while he slides back on his chair. “Who’s a hungry boy?” you ask. “Me me me!” He replies. You lovingly feed your wet, secreting poopsie some tuna smoothie and damp chicken nugget while he plays some Fortnite. Occasionally, some food will come flying onto his already dirty monitor as he spits some out while he swears. Suddenly, Perpendicular makes a strained face and he turns to look at you for the first time in the past hour. “Huns, I gotta go poo poo.”

“Then go to the bathroom, poopsie pumpkin!” You say. “But I don’t wanna get up!” He replies. “I know just what to do.” You say, a devilish smirk slowly taking over your face. You grab the empty plate that once held the chicken nuggets, and the bottle that once held the tuna smoothie and placed them on the floor. You scooched pubescent’s pants far down enough so that his butt crack was out. You then picked up the plate and bottle again and held it to his sweaty, dripping butt cheeks. You played with the pesky pimple just showing from inside his butt. “Ok, push out your poopy honey!” He starts straining and you can see his cavernous butthole pulsating with each push. Finally, a thick, steaming, brown loaf starts to see the light of day. As he pinches it off, it plops onto the plate and splatters on your face a bit. You smile and look up at him. “Is that all?” “Yes mami!” He says. You take the plate and stare at the steaming pile of blow mud your boyfriend has taken. Suddenly, you have an idea.

Since peroxide has been complaining about losing so many matches, you’ve been thinking of the best way to cheer him up and… EUREKA!! Sex is the answer! You throw the reeking plate of poop to the other side of the room as the log slaps against the wall and start to massage your schnookum’s shoulders and whisper in his ear. “you’ve been working so hard, and i’m so proud of you. i think you deserve a little break” you say with a cheeky smile. He looked over at you, catching onto your tone and smirks back. You immediately take off Pachycephalosaurus’ pants and go ham on his growing buddy, covered in cheese and mysterious substances. His head rolls back in pleasure as his crotch becomes soaked in your slobber. In his relief, he throws his bare legs over your shoulders, crusty unclipped toes in the air. “That’s my big boy.” You say.

You keep slurping on plorpus’s throbbing member until he shoots his cute little yogurt ropes down your throat. They’re usually thicker and warmer, but this time they had a brown tint and were watery with white chunks. One of the chunks got lodged beteeen your teeth and you picked it out eith your finget and swallowed it. You smiled and got up. You then straddled his lap in the chair and put your legs through the holes between the bottom and the armrests. You move your underwear aside as you look down to grab his flaccid, jiggly, hairy, veiny, red, Disfigured, drooling, cheesey, wet member. He suddenly decides to release his bladder all over your cubby. You’re not surprised since he hasn’t left his chair in almost 2 months. You giggle and sink down on his hairy hog. You both moan in ecstasy and throw your heads back as pushpop continues to release his lemonade in your womb. You start bouncing up and down on his uncut gym dog.

You can feel Portapotty’s warm urine in your purse, and it feels exhilarating. You rip off your shirt and bra and continue to bounce on his crusty, rashy little man, boobs a flappin. He’s enamored with the sight of your balloons, and without thinking, he immediately goes down on your nips. There was too much pleasure for you to handle, and the only thing that came out of your mouth were loud, guttural wails. “Ohhhh my shmoopie, you’re doing me so well” You finally said after a moment. You throw him off your breasts and take off his shirt, kissing his neck and going down until you reach his own greasy, pepperoni nipples and start suckling. You continue to bounce in his wee wee, and while you do, you unexpectedly start to let out little toots that quickly stink up the whole room. Pessimism is overjoyed and immediately starts deeply inhaling the smell. “ohhh yeah, that hit the spot.”

You keep bouncing for a minute or two, until you both orgasm together. “GOOD GOLLUMS!!” He erupts. You both moan and you sink down into him, your nose stuffed in his hairy, stinky, wet, greasy, putrid, pungent armpits. You stay like that for a moment and let his warmth take over your body. Suddenly, you start to hear little noises erupting from the back of the chair. Providence starts giggling as you bring your head up and look at him. The noises get louder and stinkier, and you realize he’s letting out his toots. You giggle and start getting off of petroleum’s Willy, only for his brownly tinted, watery, chunky, lifeless, ejaculate to come spilling out of your gaping hole, along with his severely dark pee. You clean the two of you up and kiss your boyfriend on his pimply forehead. You hadn’t noticed before, but when he took his headphones off, there was a noticeable dent in his head where they were resting. He put them on and they went right back into position. You smiled and let him continue his gaming. Suddenly, he turns to you. “Uhh, babe, you’re gonna wanna see this. My mic was on the entire time!” ‘XD’ he says out loud. The people in his game were making disgusted noises and asking him what he was doing. You both guggle as you walk out of the room. You were happy to be his gamer wife.

[chippedaxe]

mm lactation kink.

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Title: Sweet Baby Boy..

Warnings: NSFW!, Dom reader, soft sex, lactation kink, mommy kink, praising, pet names, mentions of pregnancy (but not pregnant reader),

Pairing: Sub! Karl x Dom! Reader

Pronouns: she/her afab

Synopsis: You feel embarrassed as you start to lactate unexpectedly but Karl soothes all your worries, feeling extremely turned on from just the sight.

Word count: 1.5k

Note: Yay I'm finally finishing the old requests, r u proud of me? :)

* Also IDK what u wanted but I suddenly thought of this idea and decided to use ur ask as an excuse to write it tbh

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You walked into the bathroom to have a shower, having done a ton of sex last night without showering afterwards had made you very dirty and smelly. Karl had already woken up early in the morning before you had and showered so he didn't need to have one anymore.

You pulled your shirt up and that's when it began, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and looked down at your chest. "Why're my breasts leaking?" you touched your nipples and got some of the liquid on there, hesitantly smelling the white liquid and coming to the conclusion that it was breast milk.

"Holy shit!- Am I pregnant?.." A bunch of thoughts ran through your mind but you were desperate to shut them up, hadn't you taken your birth control? Karl came in after hearing you scream and stood in the doorway "What is it, love?" he spoke.

You slowly turned around to face him, pushing your breasts up to reveal what you were so worried about "I'm lactating!" you exclaimed "Oh wow.." Karl's voice was breathless. Karl stood there frozen, a tent forming in his trousers "Don't say that!-" you were flustered and embarrassed to be lactating.

You turned back around and faced the mirror, letting your breasts go and bringing your hands up to cover your face. "Fuck.. That's hot.." Karl admitted quietly, you slowly took your hand off your face and looked at him in the mirror. Karl walked towards you and hugged you from behind, bringing his hands up to cup your breasts.

You let out a soft sound of affirmation "I'm so embarrassed, why is this happening.." you lowered your head "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth" Karl told you. You snickered and couldn't help the smile that crept up on your face "What's that supposed to mean?" you chuckled.

Karl shrugged and you twirled to face him, you leaned in and captured his lips with yours. Your hands grabbing his torso and bringing him closer to you, your chest pressing up against his. Karl pulled away from the kiss for a moment to share more love for your nipples "You sure are infatuated with them, dear" you commented.

"Your milk tastes so good, mommy.." Karl moaned as he finally tasted some of your breast milk, squeezing them in hope that more will come out. "Ah. Be gentle with mommy, darling.." you cooed and brushed the hair out of his face, caressing his cheek gently. Karl whined and roughly bit down on your nipple, a loud gasp escaping your mouth.

"b-bad boy!" You grabbed the back of his head and tore him off your nipples "noooo, mommy please... I'm hungry.." Karl begged "You should have thought of that before biting me! Look how you hurt mommy!" you pointed at the deep bite mark that was placed on your chest. "I won't do it again! I'll be a good boy, promise! Just let me suck on them again.." Karl sniffled, you thought he may actually start to cry.

You gave in and let him suck again, making sure he would be more gentle this time. Karl's tongue swirled around your nipple, sucking gently and trying to just drink all the milk that dribbled out. Karl's cock was hard in his tight pants, twitching against the fabric and desperate to be let out. Karl's hips started grinding against the air slowly and unintentionally as he was paying attention to your boobs.

You sighed and made him pull away again "What's wrong, mommy?" he pouted "I need to shower, can you finish sucking after I get out?" you ask "Why can't I just clean you with my tongue? Or I can shower with you.." Karl pleads "If you showered with me then we both know I would only be getting dirtier" you grinned.

You slid out of your clothes and stepped into the shower, leaving a sad Karl behind in the bathroom. "Mommy- can I please join you? I promise to be good.." Karl calls out "You said that last time, baby, you can't fool me again!" you answered. You turned the water on and let it soak you in warm water "Noooooo! What if the water washes away all your milk? That could've been mine!" Karl complains "Patience, my baby boy" you respond.

"Mommy, I'm so hard.." Karl groans and presses up against the shower door. The glass door is mainly covered due to the steam but you could clearly see Karl outside with his hand pressed against the door, his panting only making the glass more foggy. "Aw- are you touching yourself out there?" you teased "y.. yes mommy.." Karl moaned. "And who said you could do that?" you asked with a smirk "u-uh,, you?" Karl clearly knows he's wrong.

"You've been acting up quite a lot today, maybe it's because mommy's been neglectful.. Is that it, you need more attention?" you slid the door open and invited him in. Karl had already undressed so he just jumped in beside you, rushing to devour you in the shower but you stopped and pushed him against the wall. "No. You're going to stand there and watch while I shower" you told him "Huh?? Can I at least jerk off?" Karl hoped.

"No. If you're a good boy and you listen to my instructions then I'll do it for you." You crossed your arms over your chest, causing more milk to dribble out. Karl stared in awe and tried to remain calm, his hot throbbing muscle between his legs twitching uncontrollably and trying to gain some friction from bucking against the air.

You bent over and grabbed your hair products, squirting it into your hand and then rubbing it into your hair. Karl's mouth was watering, drooling down his chin. You stood back up and washed it out, the soap washing out and going down the drain. "Can I touch you now?" Karl asked impatiently "You can certainly come here and wash my hair for me" you answered "Aw.." but he did as you asked.

You then asked him to help wash your body which Karl was more than eager for. Karl lathered his hands up with the soap and began to grope you, grasping and grabbing at your exposed skin and covering it with the soap. He cupped your breasts again and leaned his head on your shoulder, toying with your nipples between his fingers.

Milk squirted out which made you flustered, jerking up in your current position and feeling quite embarrassed. "That's so hot, mommy.." Karl groans into your ear, his hard cock rubbing up against your thigh unintentionally. You rubbed back up against him which made a choked out moan come out, Karl gasped and grasped onto your hips.

"Mommy,, can I fuck you?" Karl asked desperately "Wouldn't you rather fuck my tits? You can watch them squirt milk as you thrust against them.." you suggest to him, Karl's eyes light up and he agrees immediately. You turn the shower off and you both get out, you kneel down on the bathroom floor, using your towel to stop your knees from being hurt by the tiles.

Karl stood there and smiled down at you, his cock perked up proudly "Thank you so much mommy, you make me so happy.." Karl complimented you as he slowly slid his cock between your breasts. You pushed your boobs up so it'd be more pleasurable for him, the white milk spilling out. The sight makes Karl almost burst right away but he holds on, rocking his hips against you.

Karl covers his mouth with his freehand, his dick becoming wet and slick from the milk. "Mommy- gonna cum.." Karl sounded whiny as he was approaching his climax, his legs shaking like he was becoming weaker. Karl lets out his load on your chest before his knees buckle and he comes tumbling down, you catch him before he fully falls down and you lay him on the floor.

"That felt.. so good.. I love you, mommy" Karl pants heavily as he tries to recover and catch his breath "Aw.. I love you too, Karl.." you lean down to press another kiss against his lips. "But baby.. Answer me this, okay?" Karl perked up at your question "yes, love? What is it?" Karl was curious "Well.. Who told you that you were allowed to cum?" you asked, a smirk creeping onto your face.

"I- I- I just thought.." Karl stammered "That's right, no one said that.. Now come here and let mommy give you an appropriate punishment." you stood up and got on top of Karl "Y-Yes mommy!" Karl responded happily.

[fruggo]

Okey okey so. well, I haven't found it anywhere, so. Killer ( dbd) reactions to when they try to catch their favorite surv (s / o) as he/she jumps through the window, palette, but their pants / skirt remain in their hand. He / she runs away, but they see their pink panties with bunny pattern: 3.

lol okay this is funny—but just to clarify none of this will be sexual >:0 i don’t think you meant it that way but just wanna make sure! you also didn't specify which killers so i just did which ones i usually write for, i hope that's okay with you!

characters: frank, joey, and danny w/ gender neutral reader

warnings: uhhh undergarments i guess lmao ?????? and i just wrote "pants" bc im too lazy to b like "pants/skirt" every time and its a general term ljfksjdfkj or whateveavasv its 3 am

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bro i had a field day writing this im so sorry i was so tired and the writing is so unprofessional LMAO

i hope it’s at least funny tho :-)

𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍

ok so frank?? we have already established that he is a douchebag (affectionate)

normally as a killer, he would want to catch the survivor he is chasing, yes?

unfortunately he catches ur pants instead </3

trying to vault through the window at shack, you lost your footing as frank grabbed a handful of your clothes and yanked you backwards--but somehow you managed to break free!! oh golly gee!!!!!

hmm

your legs are rather cold all of a sudden hmmm

you look back to see frank frozen at the window, the smile on his mask seeming to taunt you as he held your clothing in his hand.

and then his mf stupid laugh hit your ears and u swore u lost it later when telling claudette about it (bc i love claudette and i think she deserves the world, yes)

"LOOK I DIDN'T CHOOSE THIS THE ENTITY PUT THEM ON ME" you cried out desperately, grasping at what little dignity you had left by hiding behind the generator in the middle of the room--you were referring to the embarrassing undergarments frank was so unfortunate to see. it was mostly just embarrassing because he had seen them; perhaps you liked the pattern, but that was only for you to know!!!! not anybody else!!

his laughs melted into a withering sigh. "oh, doll, cute bunnies. really. so adorable."

steam was probably pouring out yo ears as you fled the crime scene and hid the rest of the trial because no, he wasn't giving you your pants back <3 he is a douchebag remember (derogatory) (the rock eyebrow picture) (vine boom)

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𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐘

JOEY!!! :))))))

joey is a nice boy you cant change my mind

when he accidentally snatches ya pants hes like whaaaaaat nooooooo aaaaahhhhh

sorru its 3 am and this is how im writing there are no excuses i am just doing it because i want to bye so anyways

like a gentleman he looks away, but not fast enough. he still saw those mf bunnies and he can’t ever forget it

“um. sorry. here’s your… yeah.” he holds your pants through the window for you, head still turned the opposite way.

he won’t comment on the bunnies on your underwear because he’s nice but ya he’s definitely thinking about it lol

im going to bed brb i canmt write for shat

okay im back

you shyly take your pants back, astounded at the killer’s polite attitude. “oh.. thank you.. “

“um.. no problem.. yeah… i’m just gonna, uh.. im gonna.. go now…” he mumbles, shuffling away.

so he leaves lmao he can’t take it!! ur kinda really cute in case you didn’t know. you have bunnies on your undies babe he’s dying over here

when he sees you later he just kind of freezes, and you stand there uncomfortably like👋😄

from that point on he never sacrifices you in trials. he just can’t. he thinks about the bunnies every time he sees you. lmao

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𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

danny is the worst and i still stand by this HE IS A BAD GUY OKAY

(but jsust bc u are bad guy…. doesnt mean u are bad guy… ) (please tell me u know where this is from)

he’ll laugh at you, first of all. resting his chin in his hand as he leans on the window, he says, “oh, my. never took you for the innocent type” in the most sleazy, silky voice. and it so pisses you off

if you try to get your pants back he lifts them away, watching you desperately grab for them while more laughter bubbles up in his chest.

embarrassment burns in your face as you scramble to gather your wits—what the fuck are you supposed to do right now? the chase has been cast aside, but now he’s just taunting and mocking you for your underwear, a whole new battle.

“aaww, look! you’re angry! look at that pout.. how precious.. like a bunny,” danny muses, his head tilting almost affectionately.

and then

babe he takes out his mf camera

and before you can react he gets a picture☠️☠️☠️

DIDNT I TELL YOU HE’S THE WORST :)

“EY EY EY DELETE THAT” you yell, anger simmering inside of you. you were so ready to slap a bitch but how could you do that to a killer?

he laughs EVILLY cause hes an EVIL BOY and then sulks away EVILLY

and now you still have no pants

[wolken-himmel]

In which (Y/n) happens to catch Jamil breakdancing.

Jamil is very flustered at first since he of course is not used to getting praised, but another side of him craves compliments and affection.

Request by anon.

"Jamil, have you seen—"

You immediately stopped in your tracks upon setting foot into Scarabia's empty common room — void of life aside from the boy dancing to the music blaring out of the speakers of his phone that lay tossed onto the nearby couch. Indeed, the boy was the one you had been looking for — Jamil Viper.

Yet, seeing him dance with such elegance and passion made you forget whatever it was that you needed of him in the first place; instead, your jaw fell down, and you silently watched him in awe. Luckily for you, he was so occupied with his dancing that he hadn't spotted you yet. You took the opportunity to step behind a decorative column to use it as a hiding place.

His moves reminded you of a snake — quick, smooth, and graceful. Truly, every twist and every jump he did made your eyes grow larger in size, and when he stopped with his dancing, you swore your eyes were about to fall out of your head due to their sheer size.

As Jamil stood frozen in his final move and simply breathed in and out in a ragged fashion, you decided that you couldn't hold in the praise any longer and thus stepped out from behind your hiding place to clap, slowly yet loudly. Your clapping echoed through the high ceilings of the lounge and served to startle Jamil especially well because he had just turned off the music.

"Woah, Jamil!" you cried out with a giant smile on your lips. "I didn't know you were so good at breakdancing!"

The Scarabia student stared back at you with horrified eyes, and he even began shaking and quivering in embarrassment at the thought of someone having watched him practicing. So, pulling his hood over his head and hiding his face beneath it as well as he could, he croaked out, "(Y/n)—?" His voice was weak and small, much unlike his usually so composed and rather cold demeanour. "W-What are you doing here— How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough to know that you got real talent!"

Your words made him shy even more away from you, and he grumbled curses under his breath whenever you attempted to get closer to him. Eventually, his hands were trembling so hard that he didn't think he could take much more. "U-Uhm— I should go—!" he yelled out, embarrassed to the core. "I think Kalim just called for me!"

"Nonsense." You rolled your eyes at his horrible excuse he had come up with on the spot. Jamil usually was such a good liar — but how come he was reduced to a stuttering mess now? Nonetheless, you laughed and shook your head in amusement. "Kalim just took Grim out for a ride on his carpet. I was actually about to ask if you knew when they would return— but then I got so distracted by your dancing!"

"Ah—" he muttered while feeling his heart do saltos at your generous praise. "You're just saying things..."

His humbleness made you furrow your eyebrows in exasperation. Why wouldn't he see his own self-worth? Sighing, you protested, "No no!" Jamil seemed to perk up at the way you raised your voice like an angry mother, and for the first time today, he raised his gaze to meet yours. Upon finding true admiration sparkling in your (E/c) eyes, he couldn't help but smile in happiness. "Your dancing truly is hypnotising, Jamil. I swear on Grim's tuna that I could watch you all day long."

Although you could tell that he very much liked and appreciated your compliments, you were also aware that they seemed to make him uncomfortable with the way he fidgeted under your gaze. Despite the grateful smile on his face, he soon said in a much firmer and less shaky tone, "I really don't know what to say."

"That's alright!" That smile you shot him seemed to make him ease up — even if it only was by a small bit. "How about you show me some more of your moves?"

Jamil really wanted to show off for once and prove that he truly was better than Kalim in a lot of things — especially dancing; but the prospect of embarrassing himself in front of you wouldn't leave his head. So, choosing the safer route, he turned away and closed his eyes. "I'm not sure if you'd be interested—"

"Oh Jamil... you're really adorable," you cooed, which made a large blush appear on his cheeks. Yet, what you said next made him jolt in surprise and slight horror. "But it's alright... I'll just leave if it makes you comfortable—"

"Wait! No, stay—!" he yelled out and snapped around at the speed of light, his instinct and reflexes having gotten the better of him. Once he realised what he had done, he sighed and let his shoulders slouch forward in frustration. "Why did I say that..."

Finally having gotten what you wanted, you pranced over to his phone to play music again. "Your wish is my command!"

[inoxske]

Kirishima Eijirou vs. 1A Girls Insecurities

momo, in a tank top: *cooking some kind of dinner*

kirishima, staring at her arms, eyes wide, awestruck:

momo, confused, looks at her arms: *notices he's staring at her stretch marks* umm.... whats up, kiri?

kirishima: is there something on your arm?

momo, eyes wide: ..... oh. yeah, they're called stretch marks.

kirishima, eyes wide: ..... they're super pretty

momo, looking away: thank you

-kirishima leaves-

momo, takes a deep breath: im fine.

momo, staring to cry: this is fine.

jirou, running in: wow! hey, mo, whats wrong? why're you crying, are you hurt?

momo, smiling and wiping her tears: no no no... i just.... i feel really pretty right now

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ochaco, awkwardly sitting at a breakfast table in a summer dress: *self-conscious aura oooOooHH*

kirishima, walking in and seeing her, gasps: OCHACO!

ochaco: ‼️ YES?

kirishima, yelling, a huge smile on his face: IS THAT A NEW DRESS??

ochaco, turning beat red: Y- YEAH?

kirishima, running up to her: BROOOO!!! IT LOOKS SO GOOOOOOD, GIVE ME A TURN, SPIN, SPIN OOHHHHH LOOK AT THE FIT

ochaco: *FUCKIN BEAMS*

kirishima: AND THE WAY IT SHOWS YOUR MUSCLES OH MY FUCKIN LORD RACA, YOU LOOK INCREDIBLE!!!!

ochaco, posing like a model, smiling like crazy: THANK YOU EIJIIIII!!!!!!

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jirou, walking into the common room with masculine clothes and makeup: *nervous nervous nervous*

kirishima, eating an orange, talking to kami: bro i was talking to jirou yesterday, and they were telling me about- oh, hey bro! i like the outfit you look hansome as fuck! and they were-

jirou, eyes wide: did he just-

momo, eyes just as wide: i think he did

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tsu, at the mall with 1a, about to get a drink: *notices pretty worker*

kirishima, to tsu: you better ask her out before denki scares her away *walks away*

tsu: .....how did he know-

----------------- tw abt eating :/

mina, sitting on the couch looking sad: *on her phone*

kirishima, jumping over the back of the couch with a bowl of curry and rice: ASHIDO I MADE YOU CURRY TO CELEBRATE HOW HARD YOU WENT IN TRAINING TODAY

mina, cringing at the idea of eating: u- im not really-

kirishima, smiling still: you dont have to eat all of it. but remember

kirishima, no longer smiling: only racists skip meals, mina

she ate all of it lol

------------------ tw abt harassment 😐

class 1A out at the mall, again: *having fun noises*

some random douche: wooowww, arent you a pretty little thing

random girl, extremely uncomfortable: i guess....

douche: oh dont be modest! your stunning! we should go out sometime!

girl: im not interested

douche, looking upset: wha-

kirishima, walking towards them: hey Mio! I found the- oh! Who's this?

the girl, looking confused:

the douche looking even more confused: who the hell are you?

kirishima, looking at him like hes an idiot, jokingly: um, her wonderful perfect bestfriend who the hell else?

the douche: oh yeah, sure buddy, prove it

kirishima, glaring hard: excuse me?

the douche, looking at the girl: look, i can tell this guy doesnt know a goddamn thing about you, so why dont we go somewhere private, yeah? *he reaches for her*

kirishima, standing infront of her: as a matter of fact, i do know her, but i dont need to even tell you that because i dont owe you fucking shit, and neither does she. Shes obviously not fucking interested in your creepy ugly ass so spare yourself some dignity and turn around and walk out before the only way you can leave is on a fucking stretcher

the douche, frozen:

everyone in the store staring at them:

kirishima, loosing patience, glaring harder: you have five seconds.

the douche, looking embrassed: .....look-

kirishima: 5.

he runs.

kirishimas glare drops, along with his shoulders: WHEW! That was scary, are you okay? Did he touch you?

the girl, shaking her head: no, no, im okay thanks to you. i cant thank you enough he was so fucking scary, he followed me through like 3 stores.

kirishima, looking disgusted: im so sorry that happened, are you okay? i can stick around for a couple minutes if you're still shaken up

the girl: .....no- no im fine, who are you exactly? and how did you know my name?

kirishima, gaping: wait your names actually Mio??? No way??? Oh! Im kirishima eijirou. aka, red riot

all the class who just saw what went down: *heart eyes* he's a fucking angel

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kirishima, sitting in the common room: *eats chip* you ever feel like youre manipulating everyone into liking you and your not actually a good person?

all the girls aggresively turning to look at him at the same time: excuse me?

[justasimplesinner]

Bro can I get mof and arkam Eddie with an s/o that loves animals to the point were if a wild/domestic animal so much as walks up to them unprompted they stop what they're doing and bring it home like "So this is our new child and you're their father now" or alternatively "Hey I found this on our driveway and I need to get to work hold this" and dumps a rabbit into their arms and bolts out the door.

Shat this request out just for you bro

patiently waiting for the 2nd girl with a cup (i hope no one gets this traumatising reference and if u do, just know that youre not alone in this)

Masters of Fear!Jon with a crazy animal person hcs:

his face is constantly the epitome of "excuse me but what the fuck?"

the first time you pulled shit like this, his mind just stopped fucking functioning for a moment. he's just sitting there, almost calmly (since his heart always races around you), waiting for you on the couch to read with you as you throw out some trash, and suddenly finds himself with a whole ass raccoon with babies (and possibly rabies) on it's back in his lap as you "make a quick meal for the poor thing". he was utterly frozen in his seat, eyes staring into the furry things crawling around in his lap, his fingers digging into the couch in fear of his life because this fucking thing could bite him and scratch him and give him every possible disease under the sun while you're whistling carelessly in the kitchen, making some meat and looking for crackers the raccoons could snack on. ("you want to feed 'em a little snack? look at their pleading little eyes-" "absolutely not, please get them off of me" "look at my pleading little eyes-")

after learning that this is just a thing you do, your little quirk 'cause you ain't like other bitches, he's less and less phased with every animal but he will never get used to this. what even prompts you to do this and how have you not died yet? he once saw you trying to feed and pet baby bears and the fucking momma bear rounded up on you and Jon swore his heart stopped dead in it's tracks cuz he thought you was 'bout to get fucking devoured alive

i mean, he has his crows, and they're definitely not domesticated, but you're taking it a step too far. you came back with a fucking deer following you into the house and you were just supposed to go to the grocery store! ( "i named him 'coat rack' :)" "if you don't get this thing out of my house i will turn it into a trophy on the wall" ":(" )

basically just

Arkham!Ed with a crazy animal person hcs:

oh, hey darling, what have you got there- oH MY GOD GET THIS FUCKING THING OUT OF HERE I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU TAKE ONE STEP CLOSER I WILL NOT HESITATE TO KICK IT INTO THE SUN-

does not consent to your actions at all. he is terrified. Eddie isn't fond of animals and animals aren't fond of him. as a child, he always wanted a pet but he never had one, and he had a traumatising encounter with a stray dog once which left him a little wary around big animals. if he had to chose, he's most fond of cats, but despite being a grown man, he still flinches and is scared to approach them whenever they hiss or sharpen their claws. he just can't get along with animals, unlike you

he hates that habit of yours. he remembers sleeping in bed with you one time, happily fucking cuddling and then feeling something slither against his bare legs. the girly shriek he let out as he jumped out of bed and the horrified scream that escaped his throat as he actually saw a fucking snake under the covers did everlasting damage to your eardrums. ("it's just a ball python, he's harmless" "GET THIS FUCKING THING AWAY FROM ME AND MY BED I SWEAR TO GOD-")

it's such a distraction when he works, too - sometimes, you just burst in, a ball of fluff in your arms as you dump it in his lap while he's in the middle of welding some shit, telling him you have things to do and he has to take care of it for a moment. well, guess what - he has things to do too! and he's also scared of this fluffy white rabbit god dammit, the wretched thing started humping his leg, what is he even supposed to do in that situation? he had half the mind to use the welder but he's not that heartless. other times, he's peacefully coding away until suddenly everything fucking shuts down and his progress is lost because you thought bringing a beaver into the safehouse was a good idea and it got into his workshop, started building a metal fucking dam and chewing on cords! this is a fucking nightmare

he begrudgingly has to admit you're making him get used to animals and his fear isn't as prominent as it was before. but i guess that's the way shit goes when you fucking make him pet an alligator that was crawling around in your sewer and that somehow didn't bite your ass off, instead only enjoying the meat you fed it with

[islesnucks]

BACKUP BABYSITTERS - MAT BARZAL X READER

It's here! once again thank u @softbarzal for inspiring this

Word Count: 3.5 k

Warning: none

Summary: your date with Mat is cut short when a friend asks you to look after her daughter, but then he tags along

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“Please, please, please. I have to stay here for like 3 more hours and I already called the babysitter and she can’t stay longer. Just put on a movie and I promise she won’t cause any trouble.” your friend basically begged you from the other side of the phone.

“It’s not that I’m worried about taking care of her, I love spending time with her, but I’m in the middle of a date Lili.” you told her, turning your head to look at Mat who was sitting back on your table. He sent a small smirk your way, probably because he saw your furrowed brows.

“Shit I forgot that was today.” There was a long silence but you knew what was coming next. “Can’t you leave early? I know I’m asking a lot and I promise I’ll make it up to you.” You could sense the desperation in her tone and you knew she wouldn’t be asking this if it wasn’t really the only option, so there wasn’t much to think about. Even if it meant leaving Mat not even halfway into the date, you had to do it.

“Ok, sure tell the nanny I’ll be there in 15.” you said and heard Lili let out a deep sigh making you smile. Being a single mom wasn’t easy and if you could help your friend in any way you most surely would.

“You are the best. Seriously. Best human being in existence.”

“I know, I know. Now get back to work before they fire you.”

“Love you, bye.”

“Love you too.”

Mat watched you talk on the phone, intrigued but trying not to be noisy. It was clear to see you were in distress and that caused him to worry. Soon you were making you way back to the table. He felt a bit of deja vu seeing you walk to the table like you had done earlier that night when you arrived at the restaurant, gorgeous as ever, taking his breath away. Only that now instead of that beautiful smiled that would appear whenever you looked at him, you had a concerned look on your face, which only made him worry more. You were just trying to come up with a way of telling him you had to leave right now without it sounding like a lame excuse to dip.

“Is everything okay?” he asked as soon as you were next to him.

“Yeah, just a little change of plans.” you started to say, without taking your seat and grabbing your coat from behind it. “I have to leave, like right now.”

“What happened?” He was genuinely preoccupied which warmed your heart. 

“Remember my friend Lili? The one that has a daughter of 5?” you asked and he nodded. You had told him about her on one of your first dates some weeks ago. “There was some problem at her office, she has to stay longer and the girl that babysits for her can’t stay the extra hours so she called me to see if I could go take care of little Amy...”

“And you said yes.” he finished the sentence for you. 

“Yes. I’m sorry. I promise I’m not making this up.” you were quick to add making him chuckle. “I really was enjoying this but she’s my best friend and Amy is like a niece. I can’t not help her.”

“Don’t worry I totally get it. We can raincheck, no big deal.” he said grabbing your hand in a reassuring manner. “Do you have a ride?”

“No, but I’ll order an uber-”

“Don’t. I’ll give you a ride.” he quickly said standing up, not letting go of your hand.

“You really don’t have to-”

“I’ll take every extra bit of time I can get with you miss.” Your cheeks turned red at his comment and he smiled down at you, loving the effect he had on you.

After making your way to the counter and failing to convince Mat to split the check for the food you weren’t even able to finish, you walked to his car hand in hand.

On the ride low music played in the background as you made conversation and Mat took advantage of every single red light to sneak a kiss or two. However the ride was shorter than you would have wanted it, in a couple minutes you were in front of Lili’s house.

“I’ll walk you to the door.” he said taking off his seat belt. You open your mouth ready to tell him he didn’t have to, but before you could Mat added: “Don’t even try to stop me, every minute counts, remember?” He leaned in to give you a final peck on the lips and then rapidly left the car to go around and open the door for you.

“Such a gentleman.” you joked taking the hand he was offering.

“I try my best.”

He closed the door behind you and gently moved your hand so it would be wrapped around his arm as you walked up to the door. Once there you rang the bell and within the second the door was opening showing you a really stressed teenager.

“Hi you must be Y/N, right?” she asked, already putting on her coat and grabbing her backpack. You nodded. “Thank you for rushing here. I really wish I could stay but I have another kid I have to babysit. Please tell Lili I’m so sorry-”

“Don’t worry she gets it.” you tried to calm her down.

“Amy is in the living room-” she started to say only to be interrupted by the 5 year old suddenly appearing down the hallway. Her eyes went wide and she smiled as she ran down the hall screaming your name.

“Aunty Y/N!” she screamed before jumping into your arms. You couldn’t help but laugh, wrapping your arms around her and positioning her on your side, resting her weight on your hip. Mat was beaming beside you, eyes full of adoration as he watched the sweet exchange.

“How’s my favorite niece doing?”

“I’m your only niece.” she remarked making you and Mat laugh once again.

“You’re getting too smart.” you joked poking her side to make her giggle.

“She already ate but there’s some food on the fridge if you get hungry, and we were about to watch Frozen 2.” the babysitter said as she crossed the door, clearly on a rush to leave.

“Wait do you have a ride or something to get to your next house? It’s already too late to be walking outside alone. I can give you a ride if you need.” Mat said before the girl could leave. You looked at him, a bit surprised by his words but at the same time not at all since you knew how gentlemanly he could get. How he could go from behaving like a kid to an adult within a second still amazed you. 

“Oh don’t worry I have my car, but thanks!” she replied, pulling out the keys to the car. “Bye Amy, see you tomorrow.” she added waving to the little girl.

“Bye!” Amy replied waving back to her. The three of you watched making sure the girl got back to get her car safely and once she was gone you closed the door and turned to look at Mat.

“That was such a dad thing to do considering she’s probably not that much younger than us” you teased him.

“I was being polite.”

“I know. I loved it.” you said giving him a wink and made your way to the living room before he could respond.

He watched you walk down the hall with the little girl in your arms and had to tell himself it was way too early in your relationship to start fantasizing about what your kids would look like, but that wasn’t enough to stop him from doing it.

“So we’re watching Frozen 2?” you asked Amy as you placed her on the couch and sat beside her.

“Who is he?” she asked referring to Mat, completely ignoring your question. You surely weren’t about to explain to a 5 year old the concept of dating and boyfriends. Plus you and Mat hadn’t talked about where your relationship stood, so you actually had to discover that yourself before telling the little girl. But as you looked for the right words Mat appeared on the living room and answered.

“I’m Mat. I’m a friend of your aunt.” he said followed by his best smile, but you could tell he was a bit nervous meeting the kid. Especially because he knew kids had no filter whatsoever so she was gonna say whatever came to her mind. He just hoped it was something good.

Amy looked him up and down, sword of examining him and Mat could have sworn he hadn’t felt that judged ever since his fitness test at the scouting years ago. You tried to hold in the giggles as you watched the grown man standing a bit awkwardly in front of you, being extremely intimidated by a 5 year old. Amy then scooted close to you and lifted herself on her knees putting her hands around her mouth and reaching your year to tell you a secret. Nevertheless she was still a loud young kid so what intended to sound like a whisper ended up being loud enough for anyone to hear.

“Is he the cute hockey player you and mom talked about?” she asked and your eyes went wide and face red. You looked at Amy surprised she had just said that and then looked at Mat, who was looking away pretending not to have heard that but the wicked smile on his face said he had.

“We really have to start being more careful with what we say around you.” you jokingly reprimanded her making her giggle. “But yes he is.” 

Your eyes went to Mat after saying that, wanting to see his reaction. Proud smile and puffed out chest, it was clear to see he liked hearing that. Mat was a man that thrived on praise, everyone knew that, but he was happy just hearing that you talked about him with your friend. It made him feel important, like he was part of your life and he loved it. He had talked about you to everyone who was willing to hear really, he actually couldn’t shut up about you sometimes and that resulted in his friends teasing him constantly, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was that apparently you were as into the relationship as he was, that couldn’t make him happier.

Amy nodded and then seemed to think about something serious for a moment before turning back to Mat.

“Are you going to watch Frozen 2 with us?” she simply asked like it was the most casual thing ever. You started panicking a bit, heart raising on your chest. This was the first time Mat met someone from your life, it didn’t matter if it was a 5 year old girl who didn’t really understand what was going on. You didn’t want to rush things only to end up scaring him away like it had happened with other guys you’d dated.

“Well Amy, Mat has other things-” you started to explain to her, trying to get out of what could turn out to be a really awkward moment.

“If you aunty is okay with it, then sure I’d love to watch Frozen 2 with you.” he replied with the sweetest grin in his face, but you still feared he just felt some kind of obligation to stay because Amy was the one asking.

“That’s sweet Mat but you really don’t have to. I’m sure there are thousand things you’d like to do rather than watching a kids movie.”

“First of all, Frozen 2 rocks, I wanna watch it. Secondly for the third time tonight, everything I’m doing is because I want to not because I feel like I have to.” he reassured you, washing away once and for all any insecurity left in you. You smiled at him, biting your bottom lips in disbelief, wondering how you had gotten so lucky. 

“Then I guess Mat is staying for movie night.” you told Amy and she stood on the couch and started clapping. “But I have to warn you, Mat eats all the popcorn.”

“That’s not true!” he replied, taking his hand to his chest in pretended offense.

“Ok Mat and I will go make some popcorn and you Amy go get your stuffed animals because we can’t watch a movie without them, right?” you said and Amy was instantly rushed to her room making both of you chuckle.

You stood up and grabbed Mats hand, dragging him across the house to the kitchen.

“Is Lili going to be fine with this? You know, she doesn’t know me and I’m hanging around her daughter, I don’t want you to get in any trouble.” Mat said leaning against the isle as you walked around the kitchen grabbing everything you needed for the popcorn.

“I’m like her second mother, Lili trusts me and I trust you to be around Amy so there won’t be any problem.” you told him as you put the bag on the microwave. Those words meant more to Mat that you would have guessed, you didn’t noticed but his cheeks went a bit red and he couldn't contain his smile. He couldn’t understand why you letting him into your life had such and effect on him, and he couldn’t quite put a name yet to the bubbling feeling you caused on him, but he would later realize it was love.

Soon you felt a pair of arms wrapping around your waist and his chest pressing against your back as he rested his chin in your shoulder.

“Thank you, it really means a lot.” he whispered into your ear, squeezing you a little. You knew the action was supposed to be cute, but his hot breath against your skin sent shivers down your spine.

“Could you be any more perfect?” you said turning around in his embrace to face him after turning on the microwave, being met with his all too familiar smug smile that made you roll your eyes and chuckle at the same time. He was about to reply something cocky surely, but you decided to erase that smile of his with a kiss.

You placed your arms around his neck, bringing him closer, as his hands stayed firmly in your waist. His lips fitted with yours in perfect rhythm, like it was meant to be. You wanted to deepen the kiss so badly but a voice inside your head kept on reminding you there was a really energetic, curious little girl around the house that run into the kitchen any second from now. And just as you were thinking that you heard her.

“I’m ready!” her voice traveled around the house from the living room to the kitchen, making you and Mat instantly stop kissing. There was a moment of silence and you looked at each other before you broke out in laughter. 

“That’s our cue.” you said freeing yourself from Mat’s embrace. Then you opened the microwave to get the popcorn out as Mat handed you the bowl you had set aside earlier. As soon as you put the popcorn in said bowl Mat’s hand was reaching to grab some.

“Don’t.” You jokingly slapped his hand which made him look at you with furrowed brows. “It’s still hot, you’ll burn yourself.”

“I already kissed you and I’m fine so...” he said with the cheekiest smile, making you roll your eyes at the cheesy comment. Then grabbed some quickly taking it to his mouth, only to start groaning in pain one second later.

“I told you it was hot Mathew. I thought I’d be babysitting one 5-year-old today, not two.”

“I didn’t think it would be that hot-” he started to defend himself but was cut off.

“When are you coming?!” Amy shouted again.

“We’re going! We’re going!” you replied between giggles, grabbing the bowl with one hand and Mat with the other and making you way back to the living room.

When you made it to the room you found 2 stuffed animals carefully placed in the couch facing the tv and Amy next to them wrapped around the Frozen blanket you had gifted her not too long ago.

“I see you have everything ready.” you said placing the bowl on the coffee table.

“Mat sits next Sammy and Eddie.” she pointed out signaling Mat to sit between a stuffed dolphin and a cat, which he instantly did. “And aunty sits with Eddie and me.”

You bit your lip trying to hold in your laughter as you took your seat between your niece and the stuffed cat she had obviously placed there intentionally so you wouldn’t be next to Mat. But the moment he looked at you lifting his eyebrows in amusement a giggle escaped your lips. 

“What’s funny?” Amy asked watching as the two of you exchanged looks.

“Nothing, nothing. Let’s watch the movie.” you replied, grabbing the control and starting the movie. Amy snuggled to your side and you could feel Mat’s arm behind your head as he stretched it on the back of the couch.

Within 20 minutes Amy was already asleep with her head in your chest and your left arm wrapped around her holding her close. That’s when you decided to put away the stuffed cat that served as a barrier. Mat looked at you confused, not wanting to do anything that could make the little girl dislike him.

“She’s asleep.” you whispered to him, he had been too focused on the movie to notice. “Sorry about Eddie the cat, she can be a little territorial.” you explained making Mat smile.

You tapped the new empty seat next to you signaling him to move closer and Mat scooted over to your side, placing his arm around you as you gently nestled into his side, trying not to wake Amy up. 

“And sorry about tonight, I know this isn’t what you had planed.” you said turning you head to face him.

“Stop apologizing Y/N. I have you by my side, that’s all I need.” he told you and even though his face was barely visible, poorly lit only by the light emitted by the tv, you could see a certain spark in his eyes that showed you how honest he was being. “Also this movie is actually great.” he added, making you laugh.

“You’re earning a lot of points tonight Barzal.” you said stretching your neck to kiss him briefly before cuddling back to his side. He then placed a kiss on the top of your head and went back to watch the movie, which he was clearly enjoying.

Lili arrived at her house over an hour later. She wasn’t surprised when she opened the door to a completely silent house, expecting you to have put Amy to bed by then. However she was surprised when she walked into her living room only to find the three of you asleep on the couch.

Amy had changed position and now was laying on the couch, still wrapped in her blanket, with her head laying on your lap as your arm was placed over her. Mat and you hadn’t moved that much, his arm still wrapped around your shoulders and your head on his chest, but now his head was resting on top of yours, moving your hair a bit with every deep breath he took.

Lili smiled to herself as he took in the scene. This was actually the first time she had seen Mat in person, but she was not mad at all, she actually found it quite cute. 

She carefully lifted her daughter in her arms, trying not to wake neither of you up. Amy’s arms instantly wrapped around her neck as she watched you unconsciously snuggle further into Mat’s chest now that Amy had left your side.

Needless to say you and Mat woke up the next morning really confused, not even remembering falling asleep the night before, and with terrible neck pain, but you woke up next to each other which was enough to make it a good morning.

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okay this is prob au/ooc bc it’s banking on jackie knowing ran wants to kill him and thinking it’s funny when he fails but here u go (if I cuts off i’ll send the rest of it. also I’m on my phone and not checking for typos sorry)

Jackie jumps up to sit on the bench, leaving Ran to stand awkwardly in the middle of the room. The general is talking about something. And Ran should really be listening, but all he can think about is how much this one person is ruining his life. If he goes back to Terminus a failure what then? The delays are already had enough.

He snaps out of it when he hears his name being called. And Jackie is gesturing for him to come closer so he does. He tries to leave a respectable gap between them - most people don’t like having their personal space crowded (Ran included). But Jackie frowns, drags him closer, and then frowns again.

“What the hell! You’re still so much taller than me.”

“Maybe you should try standing up.” Ran suggests, painfully aware of the fact Jackie’s hand hasn’t left his wrist. “Although I don’t see how it’ll help your ego if you need to stand on a bench to be taller than me.”

Jackie laughs, and finally lets go of Ran’s wrist. Only to loop his arms loosely around Ran’s neck. What. “You’re lucky you’re so cute because that was really rude.”

And he doesn’t have anything to say to that so he doesn’t respond. He’s sure that at any moment, Jackie will release him and go back to talking about whatever. But Jackie seems content. And Ran is quickly growing uncomfortable by how much he feels the same.

This is an opportunity, he reminds himself suddenly. He’s close enough to his target to reach his back. And the knife hidden up his sleeve means he won’t draw suspicion when getting it into his hand. All he needs to do is lean forward slightly to rest his hands on the bench behind Jackie.

So he does. He hoped to make it a casual shifting of pose. But he’s close enough to hear Jackie’s sharp intake of breath so he pulls back. Surely Jackie suspects him. There’s no other explanation for it. He didn’t think the general would be smart enough to interpret such a subtle movement as a threat. But he supposes Jackie was an assassin as well.

But when Jackie unloops his arms from around Ran’s neck, he doesn’t shove him away. He slides on hand down to hold his shoulder, and the other up to cup his cheek.

Oh.

Slowly, giving Ran more than enough time to move away, Jackie drags him down so their faces are almost level. (It forces him to put his hands behind Jackie on the bench, but that barely registers in his mind.) Jackie stops just before their lips touch.

And Ran will never admit this to anyone - not even himself - but he’s the one that closes the distance. It’s a short kiss. That’s the excuse his jumbled mind provides him for not taking advantage of his potion and Jackie’s distraction to complete his mission. It’s a short kiss, but they only barely pull away from each other. Jackie’s eyes are still closed and there’s a soft smile on his face.

Ran desperately tries to collect his thoughts. He has never wanted to complete a mission less. Because Jackie’s touch burns in the best way possible and he doesn’t want to ever move. And that scares him more than anything.

He could go in for another kiss. Now that he knows what’s happening. He can approach it calm and collected, and he won’t be too distracted by the shock of it to complete his job. He can finally be rid of the whirlwind force that is General Jackie, who spins around him and leaves him disorientated at every moment.

He leans in again, and forces himself to focus on the cool metal of his knife in his hand. It’s an easy angle straight to his heart. If Ran was perhaps less focused on not being distracted by the kiss, he’d be able to note how poetic it is.

He kisses Jackie, and feels his knife skate off Jackie’s armour. The armour that Ran didn’t realise he was wearing due to his layers of clothing effectively concealing it. Jackie laughs a little into the kiss when it happens. And there’s no way he hasn’t been found out now. The hand on his cheek disappears, only to reappear around his wrist. Where Jackie must press some nerve or something because Ran’s hand spasms and the knife clatters to the bench.

The smile on Jackie’s face would almost be cruel if Ran thought the general was capable of such a thing. But surely smiling in the face of his failure is cruel no matter how soft it looks.

“You’re going to have to try a bit harder than that.” Jackie murmurs. And they’re still so close that Ran can practically feel the words against his lips.

He’s so sure that this is the end. That Jackie will shove him away and call for the guards so he can be jailed and executed. Or pick up the knife and kill Ran himself. And he should be running. He should be trying to make a hasty escape. Which is something he wasn’t even considering in his desperation to finally be done with this.

He hadn’t checked to see if Jackie was unarmoured and unarmed. He hadn’t planned his escape route. Jackie has disorientated him so thoroughly that he may as well be a novice at this.

If he runs now, he’ll go back to Terminus a failure. But at least he’ll be alive. And he can pass off whatever knowledge he’s gathered in his stay here to the council so they can finally finish the job.

But he’s frozen in place.

Jackie pushes him back enough to so that he can jump off the bench. Ran feels inexplicably cold now that Jackie’s no longer touching him.

“You’re lucky you’re handsome.” Jackie is grinning, as though he didn’t just thwart an assassination attempt from someone he was kissing. “Let’s go get dinner tomorrow night, yeah?”

Ran takes a step back and forces his brain to start back up again. He’s half convinced that he made the whole thing up due to Jackie’s strange reaction. But the knife is still sitting on the bench.

“Okay.” He says. Because he’s simply not sure what else to say.

“Um, I don’t really have a time preference. 6pm sound good to you?”

“Sure.”

“Or, if we hang out during the day doing investigation work or whatever else then we can just go whenever we’re hungry.” Jackie shrugs. “Doesn’t need to be a fancy event.”

“If you say so.”

“Great!” Jackie grins and makes an excited motion with his hands. “It’s a date! See you tomorrow!”

The general gives him a lazy salute, and then practically skips out of the room. Leaving Ran to stand there and try to process what just happened.

He’ll have to go back to his room and figure out what to do now that Jackie knows for sure he’s trying to kill him. He’ll have to figure out if dinner is some obscure play to trap him, or whether Jackie is really just stupid enough to let this slide.

(The best and safest solution, is for Ran to just leave. But for reasons he can’t and won’t explain, he pushes that thought away.)

THIS IS SO GOOD HELLO. ITS LIKE. FUCKED UP AND I AM SO INTERESTED. JACKIE IS DEFINITELY FUCKED UP LIKE THAT LIKE I THINK LIKE THIS SEEMS LIKE SOMETHING HED DO.

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' i like you tsukishima-kun! please go out with me!" you shouted, your face turning red with embarrassment every passing second. the bow you held started to took a toll on you as you shook with anticipation: he's going to say no though, what were you so excited about.

'okay. that's all right? i have to get to practice." he replied.

with an immediate raise of your head, you stared at the retreating figure that is now dubbed your boyfriend- he said yes, he said yes to you, when he had been rejecting countless of other girls left and right. you could not avoid the smile that was slowly creeping its way onto your lips: the tsukishima kei was now your boyfriend.

the first few days of your relationship was more than awkward to say the least, especially when you waited for him to walk back home together, not knowing that he was returning with yamaguchi. it was on the third day that yamaguchi caught up to the fact that you and tsukishima were a thing, how you ask? he was shocked to the bone from tsukishima's reply when he had informed him of the newly formed relationship.

and so, it came to the point where you would return with tsukishima, alone, everyday and attempting to start a talk, even if it were to be one-sided, in order to break the weighing silence. it went on like this, for a good week, give or take, until he started to crack jokes and make random comments about the topic. he would break a smile now and then, even laughing along with you at a silly moment you encountered during your day. you were getting comfortable around him, and even though tsukishima hated to admit, he was too.

he would bring you along with the volleyball team to get meat buns after school, or even to tutor the 'two idiots' just because you were slightly smarter than he had expected- slightly. it would eventually become a routine for you to cheer for him at his matches, and congratulating him after each victory.

you were content with the relationship you had, and you were more than happy that tsukishima was making time for you, you knew you shouldn't expect more than this, especially when you were still in doubt on whether tsukishima reciprocated your feelings. yet, the greed in you just wanted more, you wanted to hold hands with him, you longed to cuddle with him on the rainy days, and more than that you wanted to know him better, spend more time with him.

maybe it was a bad timing when you had asked him to spend his weekend with you, after their loss to aoba josai, just because you knew, despite him pretending not to feel anything, he was blaming himself for not being good enough.

'hey kei, do you want to spend the weekend with me?"

"no, y/n. you know i have practice."

then it went on, the same excuse went on, it had become repetitive to the point where you already knew the answer to your own question. it had become all about practice- it was always about practice. he didn't even have time to spare to walk home together with you - "go back home early y/n, i am staying late at practice tonight." even in class, you could see him spacing out the window, not even sparing you a glance when lunch time came around.

so of course, it was no surprise when exams were over and you still hadn't talk to tsukishima despite it being your 5th month anniversary.

he had to at least remember this right? you thought, but oh boy were you wrong. you somehow managed to find out that, not only did he not remember, but he was all the way over in tokyo, without even telling you that he was going. it was a training camp, they said, supposed to improve your skills by competing against other schools.

you scoffed, of course, it was about volleyball again. what made you believe that he would remember when he had not been around you for half the amount of time the relationship had started.

a week passed by in a flash, and it marked start of the new semester. you stepped into school, along with the thought of confrontation in your mind; you had thought about this the whole week, you really did not know how to reach out to him, all your efforts were all down the drain so far, and the condition your relationship was in, was no different from being single.

and that was how you ended up with tsukishima, at the back of the school, your fingers playing with each other. you had to say it to him, you had to tell him that the relationship was not working out and that you wanted to break up with him. but why does it feel so heavy now that you had to do it.

'go on y/n, spit it out. i still have practice.'

you bit your lips, practice still had to be included in this conversation didn't it.

'we're not working out kei. let's break up.'

it would be an understatement to say tsukishima was not expecting this at all- he had honestly thought he would never hear the words from you. he could feel his eyes widening in response to your words, and the panic rushing into every inch of his body. he was frozen in his place, his mouth trying to utter some words but none came out: you were breaking up with him?

the you, whose smile was brighter than the sun for him, whose eyes sparkled more than the glittering stars in the night sky, whose lips looked tastier than his favorite strawberry shortcake, whose personality never failed to bring a smile to his face. the you, who he had started to fall in love with?

no, there was no way he was going to let this happen, sure he feels more than guilty for avoiding you this past month, yet every time he saw your face the unsettling feeling in his stomach that made him want to jump around and scream that the most beautiful person in the world was dating him, made him scared. in addition to this, the unresisting urge to kiss you, and be with you all the time was making him restless. he could not pinpoint the reason for all these, until kuroo had forced him to talk everything out- even teasing him senseless about his love for you.

"wait, no... no y/n, let's not break up, i could do anything else, please let's not break up. let's talk this through okay, please."

"but kei, i'm sick of missing you when you're right here. i'm so so sick of being the only one who is trying to start up conversations and sparing time. it honestly feels no different from dating someone who did not exist kei. i feel so lonely."

tsukishima knew his ignorance would have had an effect on you, but it did not drive him to think about how lonely you must have felt in a relatioship without interaction, he did not think through about your feelings, and it made him uncomfortable knowing that he was the one at fault.

'i'm so sorry y/n, i promise i will make it up to you, so please y/n, please, please do not break up with me y/n, i have fallen for you to the point of no return y/n." he said, feeling more than desperate, as he pulled you into his arms. he could feel his shirt gradually getting wet with the tears you had finally shed.

your whines and sniffles made him more emotional than he thought it ever would, and he was so scared, he was so scared that he would lose you just like this, so he hugged you tighter, like you were going to disappear from his sight any second.

'then kei, please don't please me alone, i know i can't make an effort to break up with you the second time, and it sucks. it sucks because i want to hate you but i can't. "

[tsukishumai]

Your First Fight - Akaashi, Kenma, Oikawa, Kageyama (Setter Squad)

A/N - This was for anon, I’m so sorry, I’m not sure what the heck happened to this post >-< but it’s back, and I fixed the links on the other posts as well!

Ace Edition

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AKAASHI –

You understand why Akaashi wanted to keep your relationship secret. Really, you did. You could already imagine the barrage of overbearing comments, and the teasing that was sure to be a distraction during practice. With Nationals just around the corner, this was the last thing you both needed.

Being the manager of the Fukurodani Volleyball Club, you know better than most just how rowdy the group could actually be. Bokuto may be the loudest one of the bunch, but all the others can be just as provoking.

And to be honest, the sneaking around was kind of hot. You can’t deny you got butterflies every time Akaashi would pull you into the equipment room for a quick make out session, or when he would give your thigh a secret squeeze under the lunch table surrounded by your friends.

But it’s been months now, and frankly, you were kind of getting tired of it. Sure, it may be slightly more convenient for the both of you, but some days you just want to hold your boyfriend’s hand down the hall without having to look over your shoulder.

You’ve only brought it up to Akaashi once before, but he brushed it off by saying it wasn’t the right time, and you were discouraged to try ever since.

You really weren’t planning to bring it up at the Tokyo Representative Playoffs… you really didn’t. But Konoha’s girlfriend showed up to cheer him on, looking so happy and proud in the stands, you couldn’t fight the tinge of envy that started to take over your body.

Akaashi was observant, and he knew you better than anyone. He could see you stealing glances into the stands, could see the tension in your shoulders whenever Konoha’s girlfriend yelled out cheers for him.

He couldn’t stop himself from following you after you told Yukie you were just going to the restroom.

“No good luck kiss?” he called out once the both of you were a safe distance from the team.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t want anyone to see,” you said bitterly, not stopping for Akaashi.

Akaashi frowned. “Y/N, you know that’s not true.”

“Well, why else wouldn’t you want to tell anyone about us?” you asked, you finally stopped walking, turning around to give him a hard look.

Akaashi groaned in frustration. “Do we really have to talk about this right here? Right now? I told you, it’s just easier this way.”

You scoffed, and Akaashi hated the sound. “Sorry our relationship is such an inconvenience for you.” You didn’t give him a chance to reply, quickly entering the women’s bathroom, faintly hearing the sound of Bokuto calling your boyfriend’s name behind you.

Akaashi didn’t blame you for the loss against Itachiyama, but he definitely blamed himself.

“Have you seen Y/N?” he asked Bokuto after the game, but the ace just shrugged, too upset about the loss to really care. The whole team had all gathered their things, ready to make their way out of the gym and you still were nowhere to be found.

Akaashi’s worries were relieved, but quickly replaced with new ones when Bokuto spotted you down the hall, cornered by someone wearing a Nohebi uniform.

“So tell me, do you have you a boyfriend?” Akaashi heard him ask, and you finally noticed the team approach you. The evil gleam in your eye didn’t escape Akaashi’s attention.

“No, actually. I don’t.”

It was one thing for you to deny it to your teammates, but to other men? Akaashi shouldn’t be mad that those were the words that came out of your mouth; it was his own fault for putting you in the situation in the first place. He knows you’re just doing what he told you to.

But he was furious, and there was nothing that could have stopped him from grabbing you by the elbow, turning you away from the dirty little snake that dared to talk to you, and crashing his lips onto yours.

You weren’t sure what reaction you were expecting from Akaashi, but it definitely wasn’t this. Though, you weren’t complaining, returning his kiss with equal fervor, ignoring the uncomfortable cough from the Nohebi player, and the gasps and shocked exclamations from your teammates.

All you could focus on when he pulled away was Akaashi, blue eyes staring straight into your soul, the next words tumbling out of his mouth was all you’ve wanted to hear for months.

“You’re mine. I’m going to make sure everyone knows it.”

KENMA –

You’ve been sitting in the same spot on Kenma’s bed for about an hour now. The room was filled with only the sounds emanating from the TV, and your boyfriend’s fingers tapping on the buttons of his controller.

Kenma always did like falling into a hole whenever he bought a new game; you’ve known this about him since you were kids. It wasn’t something you ever really minded, nor did you think it was something you wanted to change. It was a part of him that you simply accepted.

Normally, you were content with reading a book while he played, the two of you sitting in comfortable silence, getting lost in different worlds. You both respected each other’s hobbies, and the fact that you could do them together in the same room worked out so perfectly.

However, you finished your book faster than you anticipated, and in your shortsightedness, you failed to bring with you a second book. You tried to read webtoons online, but the light from your phone began to strain your eyes.

“Kenma,” you whined as boredom got the best of you, and the blonde boy didn’t bother to respond, “I’m hungry. Can’t we get something to eat?”

“After,” he grunted, though there were no specifications to when ‘After’ would be.

You sighed, getting up from your spot on the bed to tinker with his things. You walk around his room, running your fingers along the books lined on his shelf, picking up frames that contained happy memories of his life.

You hear your phone ding, signaling a message and you turned to make your way back to the bed.

“Hey!” Kenma exclaimed suddenly, making you jump, “Could you not walk in front of the TV? I just died because of you!”

You stared at him in shock for a second. You had never heard him raise his voice before “Excuse me? So what, it’s just a stupid game.”

“It’s not a stupid game,” Kenma grumbled, his voice back to his usual soft tone, but still held a slight tinge of anger. “You know I’ve been waiting for this to be released. Can’t you just read your book and be quiet like you usually do?”

Kenma immediately knew those were the wrong words to say, regretting the way you face turned into a pout. He watched you begin to gather your things, a slight panic rising in his chest when he realizes you’re trying to leave. “You know what, let me just leave you alone, since clearly my company isn’t wanted –“

You were cut off by Kenma getting up from his spot, opening the bottom drawer of his TV stand to rummage through it. You eyed him curiously until he finally found what he was looking for; pulling out another controller that he connected to the gaming console.

He quietly took your hand, pulling you down to sit on the floor with him. You sat cross legged and confused, wondering what he was doing until he handed you the controller. You stared at it in your lap, a small smile spreading on your face at his silent apology.

He started the game on easy mode, giving you a quick rundown on the basic controls.

“I’ll order us some pizza,” he said quietly, making you give him a soft peck on the cheek.

“Pizza sounds good.”

OIKAWA –

The booming sound of Oikawa’s serves was something that will never cease to amaze you.

Sometimes, it was hard to reconcile your Oikawa Toru – the one that hides behind your hair during scary movies, and asks you to kill the spiders for him – with Aoba Johsai’s Oikawa Toru. To you, they were just two completely different people.

But when you were watching him practice like this, raw power coming from his usually gentle hands, you can’t help but stare at him in awe.

You don’t usually stay this late to watch him practice; on a normal day, your club activities would end at the same time and Oikawa would walk you home, but on days like today where he felt he needed the extra practice, you left him in the care of Iwaizumi.

You were a little surprised, however, when you found Iwaizumi waiting for you at your club room, claiming he really needed to get his part of his group project done by tonight, and if you could please stay and make sure your boyfriend doesn’t kill himself.

How could you say no?

At this point, you’ve lost track of how many times Oikawa practiced his serve, the repetitive sound of the balls bouncing and his grunting becoming a sort of hypnotic rhythm for you. Before you knew it, the sun had BEEN down, and the moon had taken its place in the night sky.

You begin to notice the telltale signs of exhaustion, Oikawa struggling to catch his breath, chest heaving up and down, his form beginning to look sloppy.

“Alright,” you say, jumping down from your spot on the bench, “It’s time to go home.”

“One more.”

“Tsk,” you clicked your tongue, walking around collecting the balls, “It’s been hours, Toru. Rest is also a part of training, you know.”

He ignored you, grabbing another ball from the cart, but you just started taking down the volleyball net.

“What the hell are you doing? I said one more!” “And I said it’s time to go home!”

The ear-splitting sound of the volleyball slamming the floor cut through the gym, leaving you frozen in place. “You wouldn’t understand! You may be satisfied with doing the bare minimum for your practices, but my serves have to be perfect! I have to be perfect!” Oikawa’s voice echoed, glaring at you with red eyes, frustration evident on his face.

You didn’t say anything. You stared at him for a moment, then turned around and began the process of closing the gym. Oikawa also chose to stay silent, brown eyes trained on the floor as he gathered his belongings, silently following you once you turned off the lights and locked the door.

The walk home was quiet; the lack of a reaction on your part weighing more heavily on Oikawa than he expected. He snuck a glance at you, but you kept your head forward, steel faced and neutral.

Each step he took was more agonizing than the last, knowing he shouldn’t have lashed out at you like that. Your house was beginning to come into view, and he couldn’t leave the night like this.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, and your sharp inhale let him know that you heard him.

“I know.”

“I’m exhausted...” and you know he wasn’t just talking about volleyball.

You finally faced him, and gently grabbed his arm, wrapping it around your shoulders as you snaked an arm around his middle. He felt all the tension his body melt away, half expecting to find it puddled around his feet.

“I know,” you said, “But if you ever talk to me like that again, you’re getting a flying fist to the face.”

Oikawa laughed, drawing one out from your own mouth. He placed a kiss on your temple, and gave you full permission to cut his head off if he ever lashed out at you again. He always appreciated how he never had to tell you anything… you always just knew.

KAGEYAMA –

Kageyama had a pretty good weekend, if you asked him.

He woke up early on Saturday morning to go for a run, then got home and had pork curry for lunch. He figures it’s been a while since he’s brushed up on his basic skills, so he went to the local gym and practiced some drills. On Sunday, he was dragged by Hinata to a study group with Yachi, and admittedly gotten more homework done there than he would have on his own.

It was a nice, productive weekend. He entered his Monday with this positive vibe following him around, even morning practice went by smoothly.

He went about his usual routine of waiting for you by the school gates so he could walk you to class. He only waited about ten minutes until you came into view, and Kageyama subconsciously straightened his posture. He tried to push down the little tickle at the pit of his belly when you made eye contact, not wanting to admit he was excited to see you.

“Good morning,” he said as soon as you approached, but his entire mood completely shifted downward when you simply walked passed him.

Where was his usual ‘Good morning, Tobio-kun!’? Why didn’t you stop to give him his morning peck on the cheek? Why didn’t you let him carry your bag for you on the way to class?

Did he do something wrong?

He was so confused, questions running through his head as he simply trailed after you silently.

“Is everything alright?” He tried to ask once you reached your class, but you just gave him a stern look, turning away from him to enter your classroom and take your seat. He was left there looking like an idiot.

He couldn’t focus in class, trying to wrack his brain on why you could possibly be upset. Did he forget an anniversary? Doubtful, you’ve only just started dating. Were you on your period? Kageyama shook his head. Even he knew that would literally be the worst question to ask.

The bell rang to signal the start of lunch, and Kageyama hurriedly gathered his things so he can go find you.

He didn’t have to look very far, though, because when he exited his classroom, he spotted you down the hall.

The second you saw him, you marched your way over; the dark aura you were giving off had made everyone steer clear of you.

Kageyama gulped, wanting to run away before he remembered that he also wanted to talk to you.

���Y/N –“ “You know, I was going to ignore you the whole day, but seeing you this morning just really pissed me off, and unlike you, I actually can’t stand not talking to you.”

Kageyama blinked, happy to hear your voice, but confused at the words you were saying. “Unlike me? What do you mean?”

You crossed your arms and huffed. “Where the hell were you all weekend?”

Again, Kageyama blinked stupidly. “What do you mean? I was home.”

This seemed like the wrong answer, because now your hands moved to your hips, and for some reason, you were ten times more intimidating like that. “So? You never thought to shoot me a text? Or give me a call?”

“Was I supposed to?” Kageyama asked, and the genuine curiosity in his voice made you face palm.

“Did you not want to?” You asked, though there was no hurt behind the question.

“I did.” “So why didn’t you?”

Kageyama thought about it for a moment. “I went to the gym instead.”

You let out a groan of frustration. Honestly, you should have known. It took you three tries before Kageyama even realized you were confessing to him. It took him even longer to realize that he actually had to tell you he liked you back, and that you had no idea that him buying you yogurt meant he was asking you out.

“Tobio-kun,” you said patiently, “If you’re thinking of me, you should text me or call me to let me know.”

He tilted his head slightly. “Even if I have nothing interesting to say?”

You nodded, looping your arm through his and starting your walk to the cafeteria. “Even then. I just want to hear from you.”

Kageyama nodded his head in understanding. “Okay. That’s good to know.”

Your phone never stopped blowing up after that conversation. RIP your notifications.

[witchyxmalfoy]

ALL TALK

Draco x reader

(Gif Creds^^)

Request: “well anything enemies to lovers turn into filthy smut is fine with me lmaoooo if u have a taglist can u add me to your hp one??? have a lovely day x”

Thank you for request love hope you like it🖤 tag list started below.

Warnings: SMUT, Draco being a bully :3 probably typos

Your body swayed gently in the motions of the Hogwarts express as it ran over the tracks underneath it. All summer you were looking forward to finally get back home. You and Ron made small talk while you waited for the third of your party.

The compartment door parted, you looked up, not to find Harry but instead to meet a pair of grey eyes under knitted brows.

“What do YOU want Malfoy.” Ron huffed and kept his eyes down, picking at his sweater.

The blonde before you wasn’t the same boy you knew last year, he was tall. Broad shouldered in a perfectly fitted suit probably thanks to his mother. Platinum hair shorter, falling free onto his forehead but still perfectly combed. He was stroking his collar with his large hand, decorated with his silver house ring.

“I heard a rumor Potter got expelled,” he raised his eyebrows, looking around to see Harry absent. “Ah, so I see!” He said rather excitedly

“Shut you mouth Malfoy.” You snapped, slightly standing up in anger.

Ron was still wide-eyed and speechless.

“Well well well, what do we have here? Y/L/N. You better put a muzzle on this one Weasley.” Draco nodded towards you.

You gritted your teeth.,

“Learn to keep your mouth shut Y/L/N if you know what’s good for you.” He eyed you up and down with narrow eyes.

You stood up and grabbed ahold of his suit collar.

“Get. Out.” You seethed through your gritted teeth.

He brushed your hand off his collar quickly and straightened his suit, wearing a smug smirk.

“This isnt over kitten. You too weaselbee.” He scrunched up his nose in disgust and left.

A couple weeks of classes went steady and Harry had finally returned. You quickly grew a strong distaste for Draco. You would walk the halls to see him nudge Blaise on the shoulder and quickly point to you and share a laugh. You would just shrug it off usually, completed with and eye roll.

You sat in potions class as Snape bellowed over the bickering students to be silent. He had now put a new, and unlucky seating arrangement into effect. You were now seated at a small table with Penny Clearwater, Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini.

Penny, who sat beside you was quite quiet, and the boys across the table from you talked loudly almost on purpose through class.

Penny got up to grab the ingredients for the table as you sat studying your notes trying to ignore the blonde.

“I can’t believe this. Now we have to sit by a prissy Gryffindor, and a Y/H brat, who can’t keep her mouth shut. Brilliant. The only one we’re missing is the chosen one.” Draco mocked and rolled his eyes, as Blaise laughed.

Your grip around the book grew tighter, knuckles now a light shade of red.

“Hopefully they will learn fast, how to respect their suppiours.” Draco continued with an over dramatic tug to his collar.

“I hope you don’t mean yourself!” You couldn’t help but give a sarcastic chuckle, not looking up from your book.

“How dare you talk me, you brat.” Draco scoffed, offended.

You furrowed your brows, feelings his eyes burn on you, still not looking up.

He reached over the table and grabbed a fist full of your pony tail so you would meet his gaze.

“Clearly.. you need some help keeping that mouth of yours shut darling.” He said lowly letting go of your hair and falling back to his seat.

You felt a burning in your stomach, you didn’t know weather you wanted to punch that stupid smirk off his face or if the heat coming from your core was clouding your vision. Your eyes stung in anger but the pool between your legs quickly grew as he bite his lip watching how flustered you now were.

You quickly fled the potions classroom, not even bothering to be excused. You made your way to the girls lavatory and gripped the sink. You began to splash cold water on your face

‘Snap out of it. Merlin Y/N. Fuck.’ You cursed yourself trying to get ahold of the sudden emotions pulsing through you.

The girls bathroom was abandoned as usual, you were all alone.

You made your way to the last stall and gently closed the door.

You slipped your soaking panties off from under your skirt and decided it would be best to at least have a release, maybe if would help clear your vision.

You ran your soft fingers down to your core and began slowly rubbing the bundle of nerves. All that went through your head was thoughts of the idiot blonde, you tried to bring your thoughts to more pure things, such as Harry. You had a crush on the chosen one for longer than you could remember. Thinking of the raven haired boy usually did the trick- but nothing. Your thoughts floated back to Draco and how you wished his large hands would choke you till you couldn’t scream his name anymore. The knot released, leaving your own cum dripping down your thigh slightly.

You had to have guessed you were probably almost late for divination by now, so you pulled you soaking panties up and made your way back to the sink to clean yourself up.

You noticed your mascara had ran a little, so you bent over the sink to get a closer look.

You almost jumped when you heard a scoff behind you, and a mans voice.

Draco was staring up your skirt, noticing the wetness darken your panties, and eyes following down to your damp thighs, a smirk plastered on his face knowingly.

You were frozen for a few moments before turning around to face him.

Draco used his index finger to gently lift your chin up to his gaze.

“Got nothing to say now, do you Y/N.” He said stroking your cheek gently. This was the first time he addressed you by your first name, sometimes you wondered if he even knew it.

“I do believe, I still need to teach you a lesson. Give that pretty mouth something to do. Understand?” He whispered the last part into your ear darkly.

You nodded frantically, the pool in your panties already flooding again.

He grabbed a fist full of your hair roughly and slowly lowered you to the ground till you sat on your heels.

A quick jingle of a belt and buttons and his trousers and underwear pooled at his feet. You looked up to him wide eyed and he chuckled at your innocence.

“Go on darling, get to work.” He purred as he brushed some hair out of your face.

You wrapped your little hands at the base of his shaft and slowly brought the tip to your mouth, kitten licking the pre cum off the head.

You began to take him in inch by inch, he was a lot bigger than you had imagined. Your little lips wrapped around his cock snugly as you bobbed your head up and down off him slowly. You felt every vein and twitch as you closed your eyes his pure bliss.

Draco had had enough of the slow teasing and wrapped his large hand around your neck and the other was still tangled in your hair. He brought you head down and back over his cock while he trusted his hips into your face relentlessly.

Your lips were swollen and pink, your cheeks flushed. Tears were poring down your face, taking the rest of your makeup with them. Your spit was dripping off your chin, as you rubbed your thighs together for friction desperately.

“I think I need to teach you a lesson more often, don’t I pretty girl?” Draco said in between groans.

You felt him twitch in your mouth before shooting streams of his hot seed down your throat then releasing your head.

You gasped trying to catch your breath as he cupped your pink cheeks.

“You’re mine now Y/N. Mine and only mine.” He panted kissing your forehead lightly, and wiping the tears off your face.

You gave him a sheepish smile, holding a blush and nodded.

Tag list: @maybesandohnos

[iwadori]

Hiiii can i request prompt 53 with tsukki? My annoying cousin u may know @chibiiichan(i cant tag her its a surprise) recommend ur account and well she never been right more than now I LIKE UR ACC TOO URM JUST TAG HER IN THE POST (bcs its actually her birthday next week monday so....the least i could do this bcs she likes tsukki and shes recently talk abt the iwazumi story of yours....lmao shes cringe but in the same time got mad n i was besides her hearing her whining like bruh 'its 1 am'...i know i should buy something for her but she got spoiled enough 💅...that mf-) thank you ✨

‘ALWAYS AND FOREVER’

TSUKISHIMA X READER

2K WORDS

GENRE: ANGST,FLUFF

TW: SLIGHT AMBIGIOUS MENTION OF SUICIDE/ASSISTED DEATH, AND DEATH, CURSING (IN MY A/N)

THIS IS FOR @chibiiichann Happy birthday, I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS (BECAUSE I HATE IT :D ) SOOOOO YEAH I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR BIRTHDAY.

NOT PROOFREAD AT ALL. EXPECT SLIGHT MISTAKES

You were dying. You knew it. Your husband, Kei, knew it. Even friends you haven’t spoken too since high school knew it.

So why did you all pretend that everything was okay?

5 year old Y/N:

You were running around your neighbourhood park chasing after butterflies, without a care in the world. As you were frollicing in the grass, you manage to trip over a rock tumbling to the ground scraping your knee making it bleed. Looking down at your slightly injured knee, your lip begins to quiver which eventually leads to wails of tears streaming down your face.

“you don’t have to cry you know?” said a slightly quiet voice towering over you. Above you was a boy, quite tall with a fat pair of glasses, golden eyes and a head full of blonde locks.

“Well when I get hurt, I cry” you say matter oh factly (is that the phrase?) rubbing your nose as you sniffle. He held out a hand to you, which you immediately took shooting upwards and brushing yourself off.  

The boy, after looking at you wildly, turns around and walks back to the actual park. “Oi wait,” you call at the boy swiftly following him “aren’t you going to ask my name?”

“no.” he says simply, proceeding to walk ahead.

“well my names Y/N L/N pleasure to meet you,” you say jumping in front of him so he doesn’t move, waiting for him to tell you his name...which he doesn’t. “you don’t have to be so rude you know”  

“I’m not being rude” he says stiffly “ it’s just my brother says not to speak to strangers” a smirk appears on his face to say ‘you can leave me alone now.’  

As if on cue, his brother approaches the both of you given the boy a slap on the back making him cringe “Hey Kei, who’s the friend you’ve made here?”  

“My name is Y/N L/N and I'm here to be KEI’s best friend!” you said putting the emphasis on the word Kei after just learning that was the blondes name.  

Kei rolled his eyes and sighed saying “nii-chan can we go home now” he folded his arms in annoyance.

“No Kei, you’ve got to get to know your new found friend Y/N-Chan right?” his brother said teasingly, knowing it was the last thing Kei wanted to do.

“Yes ofcourse!” you say with a toothy grin, dragging Kei along with you to his demise.

Until the sun went down, you spent the rest of your time with Kei getting to know eachother (well him getting to know you more, since you did all the speaking.) Regardless of his previous annoyance in getting to know you in the first place, Kei would be lying if he said he didn’t want to know you now.

As the sun was setting, Kei’s older brother (who’s name you learned was Akiteru) called him to tell him he had to go home because dinner was ready. Before he left, you grabbed his hand and wrapped your pinky finger around his saying “As long as we shall live, we will always look out for eachother as we are forever bestfriends, agreed?”

back to present -  

In some odd way, this was Kei’s way of looking out for you. He knew what you had was uncurable and would weaken you even more as the days go by, so pretending like nothing was wrong seemed to be best in his eyes.  

Everything you and Kei did was a game or some nostalgic act that you once did when you were children. It was sweet to say the least, seeing Kei all engrossed and determined to make you happy.  

Your alarm rings snapping you out of you daydream, ‘it was time for medicine’ you thought with your face scowling at the thought. Immediately on time, as always, Kei comes In the room with all your medicine thats needed.

“Aren’t you my perfect little nurse Kei” you say teasingly giving him a wink, laughing as you see his face turn red.

“Do you have to do this every time y/n?” he asks rolling his eyes at your childish behaviour.

“Oh I'm just showing love to my best and favourite nurse” you continue laughing at your own words

“Im your only ‘nurse’” he deadpans giving you your medicine as you talk.

“Well that is more reason to make you the best nurse.” you say smiling.

Silence falls between you, and you stare down at your arm watching as your husband gives you the medicine making you frown. “Do we have to keep doing this?” you ask which is probably the 1000th time you’ve asked.

“Of course we do Y/N as I’ve said yesterday and the day before that and the day before that it-”

“But do we really?” you interrupt “I can’t keep doing this. You can’t keep doing this.”

“Do you doubt me Y/N, I can do this forever” he says “ I can take care of you forever”

“But I don’t wan-”

“I’m finished, I’m going to start on dinner” he gets up and leaves the room yelling “I’ll call you when it’s done.”

Sometimes you and Kei have these conversations. And all the time it ends the same way. You complain, he ignores and then you go and have dinner.

You can understand why he doesn’t want to have this conversation. Who would want to hear about their partners complaints about practically being alive. Kei was torn, ever since he met you all he wanted to was to keep you happy. But could he compromise his own happiness for it.

15 year old Y/N - flashback

“Kei Kei, aren’t you excited!” you yell smiling widley

“Excited for what?” he asks, amused by your enthusiasm “it’s just highschool.”

“Well it’s a new highschool! Karasuno high school, to be exact.”

“And that is still just a school.” he says

“Not just any! That’s the school nii-chan went too, and even tho he lie-”

“Let’s not talk about it Y/N” he murmurs “we should go now, don’t want to be late on our first date.”

Going to Karasuno was fun, at the start everyone was pleasant and nice. But after a week or two when you and Kei were still stuck to eachother like glue, people weren’t so pleasant. Kei was like a pop idol, being gorgeous and over 6ft at just the age of 15, caused alot of attention, especially when he was always around you.

At the start, the hate you got was bearable, it was the petty bitchy notes in your locker or just people blatanly talking badly about you infront of you. People didn’t do it when you weren’t around Kei, so when he had volleyball practice (which you were so excited that he joined the team) you were a big target for the bullies to come around.

Kei didn’t really know of the bullying that happened towards you, especially since he was mainly in practice or not around when it happened. But one day in practice he heard some of his teammates, kageyama and hinata who seemed to talking about a student in one of their classes that was always getting picked on by the other girls in the year.

“Yeah and I heard that Nana-san was planning on getting her and her friends to attack Y/N-san soon.”  said Hinata

“Shrimpy, who are they planning on attacking?” Kei asks to make sure he just heard the ginger correctly.

“Oh this lovely person in our class their name is Y/N-san” he says, looking at Kei’s reaction he also asks “Why? Do you know them?”  

Kei doesn’t respond, and immediately leaves the gym, ignoring Hinata’s and the other members of the teams yells of ‘Where are you going tsukishima.’ He didn’t care, he just had to get to you.  

He searched all the classes, asking every student if he knew where you were. Someone directs him to the toilets, where he burst through the door to see the other girls in your year surrounding you and beating you up.  

“What the fuck are you doing to them?” he yells startling the girls.

“T-T-Tsukishima-san" one girl says “It’s not what it looks like.”

“Oh fuck off” he says, with them still frozen in shock “I said go!”  

“And don’t think I don’t know your names either” he calls after them.

He rushes towards your bruised body on the ground and cradles you gently, confused on what to really do. “Oi Kei,” you say weakly catching his attention “I would’ve won if you didn’t come to stop the fight.” you joke making him scoff.

“Whatever you say Y/N.”

After you heal up, Kei already told on the girls that beat you up getting them suspended, and you explain how they were treating you because of their infatuation of him. And how they only did it when he wasn’t around.

Once he learns this information, he decides to quite the volleyball team, to your surprise. But you demands on making him not quit were ignored, as he excused it by saying “I have to make sure you’re always alright remember, and if that means quitting some volleyball team then so be it.”

That was one out of the many times that Kei put his happiness before yours.

Flashback over.

When you first got diagnosed, Kei was immediately researching on it as it was a very rare condition. But sadly, he only found what the doctor already told you both. It was uncurable and your immune system and your body will weaken as the days go by.

Which it did, you were a shell of your past self. It was always shocking for Kei to see, especially with you only being 25. ‘It wasn’t supposed to be this way,’ but he never let you see his sadness.

Whenever you knew Kei was sad you always reminded him “Kei, I may be dying but please don’t cry over me” every time you said, there was a slight undertone of humour in your voice which always worked in boosting Kei’s spirit.

AN: IVE GOTTEN TO THE POINT WHERE I HATE THIS SOOO IM SORRY IN ADVANCE FOR THE SHITTING RUSHED ENDING IM GOING TO PROVIDE FOR YOU LOL.

The days passed and the years went by, and you and Kei were still alive and kicking it. Doing your daily routine of you making some joke, Kei giving you your medicine and then you eating dinner. You eventually stopped complaining, realizing and remembering your promise you gave to Kei at 5 years old in that park. “As long as we shall live, we will always look out for eachother as we are forever bestfriends, agreed?”

Of course you had your rough days, everybody did and it was even harder being sick with a terminal illness. But having Kei to guide you through the storm made It better for you.

However, Kei isnt a miracle worker. He couldn’t save you, noone could. And you both knew that. That didn’t mean it made it any easier when the medicine stopped working and your pain got too hard to bear. Kei couldn’t watch you do this anymore, “the choice is yours” he said with tears in his eyes.  

So you knew what you had to do, you got in your bed pulling Kei with you, and letting him envelope you in a big hug as you both cried.

“I love you,” you say “You know that right?”

“Of course I know that, idiot” he replies “And I love you.”

“Always and forever?”

“Always and forever.”

AN: how did I END UP CRYING WHILST WRITING THIS WHEN IT MADE NO FUCKING SENSE, I WAS TRYING TO DO THIS COOL NOTEBOOK (I HAVENT EVEN WATCHED THE NOTEBOOK) ENDING WHERE ITS AMBIGIOUS AND SHIT AND I JUST GIVE UP OKAY? I APOLOGISE LOOOOOOL. I HOPE YOU ENJOY ATLEAST A SENTENCE OF THIS AT LEAST.

[maybebanks]

That Side of You

JJ Maybank x Reader

⚠️: allusions to abuse, anxiety

“Y/n why don’t you take that off and enjoy the sun!” JJ smiles, waving his beer as he said it.

“Nice try,” you rolled your eyes at JJs attempt to see you in your bikini. You had on black shorts and a beige oversized t-shirt. On of your staples recently.

“What’s up with you?” JJ asked, sitting down next to you. You could feel the interrogation coming on. And then would come the pity.

“Back off JJ,” you warned, getting up and moving to the other side of the boat.

“What’s up her ass?” You heard JJ ask John B.

“Huh. Y/n turn you down? Again?” John B joked in a sarcastic tone.

“Yeah right dipshit. As if she could turn down my charms,” JJ winked.

“She can and she did, JJ,” Kiara laughes.

“Whatever. Diver down folks!” JJ shouted, saluting you before plunging into the dark blue ocean of the marsh.

You envied him. His constant happiness, and humor. But not enough to let him convince you to be happy.

You didn’t have time for that. Not anymore. What was the reason anyway?

“Hey,” Pope nudges you from behind. You’re startled, so you jump back, tensing and involuntarily gasping.

“Jeez. I know JJ is an idiot but you have been acting strange lately,” Pope inquires, furrowing his brows in thought.

It was sweet. They cared. But that wasn’t enough to make you show them. To make you cry. To look weak.

“Can everyone please get off my ass,” you groaned, reaching for a beer.

JJ has made it out of the water, and has now snuck up behind you and was going to join you in the effort to get a beer. But instead, he came up with a new idea.

JJ reaches foreward towards the cooler, but then saw u bending down and decided to slap your ass.

It was a gentle tap, but you still felt it. And immediately straighten.

You turned around and saw JJ smiling. But when he saw your expression it dropped slightly.

“Had to see if it was tight,” JJ shrugged, walking backwards nervously.

“I’m gonna kill you,” you warned.

“Shitt, mama’s mad,” he joked, turning around quickly towards the other edge of the boat.

“I swear to God JJ!!” You screamed, chasing after him.

You nearly grabbed him, but he slipped away and jumped off the boat, diving head first.

You scoffed when his head rose up again.

“Whoo!” He said, flipping his hair causing water to splash off.

“You touch my ass again, and I’ll kick yours,” you threatened, turning your back and taking a swig of the beer JJ left behind.

“The adrenaline from that, man,” JJ muttered as the whole group laughed under the sun.

-

“Hey,” JJ said to you ask you both walked down the dock and headed to the grounds of the Chateau.

“What now?” You asked impatiently.

“I thought uh we could talk?” JJ mentioned. Throwing on one of his cut off tees.

“About?” you shrugged him off.

JJ seemed as if he didn’t want to get into it. He just had been feeling off, about the way you were acting. Sure you were always this confident, tough girl, but he had recently seen the signs. Signs that he himself had exhibited. When he had a particularly nasty run in with his dad.

“Look-“

“Whatever...J...I don’t wanna get all serious right now. Rather just get high,” you shrugged, partly ignoring him in general.

JJ wasn’t one to get serious, and he could tell you were pushing him away. So he figured he’d wait until you were more open.

Before he could respond though, you disappeared down the hallway.

Your shower gave you time to think, you decided it was ultimately best to avoid JJ. You’ve been trying to push him away with your words, but that only made him chase you.

You walked into John B’s room and found a clean shirt to throw on, and used some pj shorts you left over.

Before you could collapse onto the bed, a light knock erupted on the open door.

“You crashing here tonight?” JJ asked you, throwing you a tired smile.

“I am, yeah. That a problem?” You responded.

JJ shook his head, “No, no. As long as your okay sleeping with me,” JJ said, pulling his shirt over his head and hopping into the bed.

“Wait what? I- I’m sleeping here! I had the couch last time,” you argued, gesturing for him to get out of the bed.

He continued to settle under the covers, “Pope’s got the couch,” he shrugged.

“Fuck,” you muttered.

“It’s no big deal, Y/n. I don’t snore, remember?” he yawns.

You groaned. But reluctantly got in the bed on the other side of JJ.

He smiled at you. You rolled your eyes and laughed at his stupid smirk.

But before you could get comfortable, your ears perked up at the sound of glass shattering.

You sat up straight, feeling your back tense and your fists clench.

JJ noticed at propped himself up against the wall.

After a few minutes, nothing happened. So JJ leaned over you and turned off the light.

You were zoned out, so you barely noticed.

“Goodnight,” JJ whispered. Lying flat on his back.

“Good-“ you stopped when you heard shouting from outside the door.

“What the fuck?! You broke this shit!” You heard John B shout.

Him and Pope began to fight. Throwing insults left and right.

“Dude that was my last picture!!! You broke the fucking frame!”

“Chill! Your acting like a maniac!” Pope retaliated.

You felt your anxiety kick in when the insults started getting worse. Neither one of the boys were going to stop.

You brought your hands over your ears and smashed your face into the pillow.

“We’re trying to sleep in here!!” JJ yelled from beside you. You gasped in surprise.

JJ then looked at you, through the dim lighting he could clearly tell you were struggling.

You started rolling to the side, closer to him.

He heard you muttering softly, “don’t listen...don’t listen,” you told yourself.

JJs heart dropped. He could hear everything from your heartbeat to your breathing.

JJ was frozen. He didn’t want to scare you away with affection, and he was also afraid of rejection.

You tossed closer to him. Burying your head in the pillow near his shoulder. Tensing up at the sound of raised voices.

“Uh...” JJ said, it was all he could think of, Y/n was acting totally out of character.

Y/n sniffled a bit. Then immediately moved back away from JJ.

“Oh shit...uh sorry,” you mumbled, realizing JJ was uncomfortable with you.

“No..uh no it’s okay,” JJ stuttered, but it was too late, you already turned around. Curing into a ball, facing the opposite way.

“Y/n, really. I’m just shocked...I mean you never act like this-“ JJ rambled.

“Shut up,” you told him. It was harsh and fast.

“Y/n I’m not trying to-“

“Stop talking, JJ,” you warned.

“You don’t have to push me away-“

“SHUT UP!” you shouted. Covering your ears with your palms once again. Breathing heavily again.

JJs lips pursed together, in his gut he felt hurt by the way you yelled at him. He wanted you to reveal what was bothering you.

JJ waited a few minutes before making any movements, just listening to you breathe.

He finally turned to face you, resting his head on one arm.

You flinched at the noise, but when you finally took in your surroundings you realized the yelling from John B had stopped.

You just realized the vulnerability you were in. You just snapped at JJ and he was going to want an explanation.

You turned to face him, eyes wide as you looked into his.

“I shouldn’t have...snapped at you like that. I’m...uh sorry,” you admitted.

You never usually apologized, it was something that had always been hard for you.

JJ took note of this, but didn’t want to point it out.

“You can talk to me, you know? I can tell there’s something you need to talk about,” JJ said, it was weird being this emotional with you.

“It’s nothing. I shouldn’t have freaked,” you said, taking in a deep breath.

“When your ready,” JJ said, letting you know that he wasn’t going to believe your lies that you were “fine”.

You nodded, and something in the way JJ was looking at you, made you slowly move towards him. Resting your head on his shoulder.

He smiled lightly, and you closed your eyes.

He sat still for a few moments, then, you felt his hand meet your waist.

It was a shock, which was why you reacted the way you did.

You gasped with a sharp intake of breath, pushing JJ back by the chest.

“Hey, hey, stay calm Y/n,”

“I- I... um,” you didn’t know what to say, you didn’t want to throw out another apology because then the other one would be meaningless.

“Did I hurt you?” JJ whispered.

You shook your head, “I’m just a little on edge...don’t mean to freak you out. Can we just forget this ever happened?” You pleaded.

“No,” JJ blurted.

You scoffed, “excuse me?”

“I’m not going to forget that you’ve been hiding this side of you. And it’s been eating you up,” JJ said, he knew a thing or two about ignoring emotions.

Soon enough everything you’ve bottled up would come out.

“That’s not what this is,” you lied, sitting up, your back up from the covers.

“Why did the yelling make you so upset?” JJ asked, mirroring your actions.

You bit your lip, trying to make a decision, “I just don’t like it,”

“Jesus, Y/n. I’ve already told you you’re not going to push me away!” JJ argued.

“You want to know my secrets, JJ? They’re secrets for a reason. Now for the last time, lay off!” you said, then before he could persist, you got out of the bed. Walking out the door.

“Y/n! C’mon!” JJ called after you, getting up as wel to follow you.

On your way out, you bumped into John B. He was passing back and forth, holding a picture frame filled with broken glass.

His hands were slightly bloody, he probably cut himself on the glass.

“Uh sorry,” you said nervously, stepping back.

“Get back in the room, Y/n,” John B groaned, he was annoyed, but also angry.

“I was actually going to sleep out here, with Pope or-“

John B cut you off, “you’re fucking delusional Y/n! You think you can just come and stay in my house whenever you want?!” He shouted.

You stepped back, fear settling, you didn’t like being yelled at.

“No. I need a place to stay. You-you said I could crash here,” you mentioned.

“John B scoffed. My house is for the damned Y/n! Me? My dad is gone! My mom? Gone too! You just go back home to your perfect little life!” He screamed, waving his hands left and right.

Tears started to fall involuntary, you kept walking backwards until your back collided with JJ.

“Hey, John B, chill alright?” JJ reasoned.

“You know why JJ’s here?! His mom fucking dipped and his dad beats him!” John B went on.

“W-what?” You didn’t know that, you turned to see JJ. He was staring at the floor.

“Go home Y/n. To your perfect little life because no one fucking wants you here!” John B raged.

Your hand wiped tears off your cheeks. You wanted to leave but you were frozen.

“You watch your mouth, man.” JJ stepped foreward, “don’t take your anger out on her. She’s had enough,”

John B didn’t say anything after that, and you didn’t want to give him the chance. So you left the chateau, running out the door to nowhere. Your destination wouldn’t ever be home as long as you had a say in it.

“Y/n!!!” JJ’s voice called your name. But you didn’t stop, you didn’t stop running.

JJ turned his adrenaline on for running, usually the cops did that for him, but he knew you needed him. He couldn’t leave you after what had just happened.

part 2