#or that they were mocking my mom over the phone for being 'scared' when asking for directions

[stupot]

oddly comforting that nothing can hurt me worse than yesterday

[meguemii]

Throwing Rocks at Your Window.

Synopsis- in which you and your boyfriend satoru gojo and you have a silly argument but you have to go home quickly before saying goodbye to him and you end up getting your phone taken away for a week. Satoru shows up at your window because you haven’t been responding to his texts and calls.

Warnings- A very small cut in your forehead, nothing crazy. FLUFF AND SILLY CRY BABY GOJO.

word count- 1.8k

navigation station🚉.

gojo satoru’s playlist🎧. (kinda angsty LOL)

Emi’s notes- you guys know i literally never proofread my works. this is such an american romcom LOL.

You had been hanging out with everyone on a friday afternoon after school grabbing food and doing some shopping. It was pretty hot for a spring day and you had been talking with Shoko and Haibara about a show you guys watch. The other two were teasing Nanami about stupid stuff. After stuffing your face for 10 minutes and laughing you ass off, your throat started to get dry. Asking your oh so sweet and loving boyfriend to grab you a drink so you could keep talking with your friends. “Get it yourself you rat” he replied in a sassy tone because of course you HAD to date a sassy man. “Satoru Gojo, i’m literally be parched don’t be a jerk!” you retorted as crossed your arms with a ‘hmph’ “Yes Satoru, go get the love and light of your life a soda” Suguru mocked him. Nanami also chimed in telling Gojonto be a gentleman.Gojo rolled his eyes telling nanami to shut up and once again told you to get it yourself “stop being a lazy mole rat and get yourself a drink” he stuck his tongue out at you like a child and you rolled your eyes. “Screw you Satoru” you said slumping in your chair. “I can get you something to drink” Haibara offered and you turned him down with a smile saying it was okay.

Checking your phone as it buzzed notifying you that you had gotten a text. ‘Get your butt home!’ from your mother. “Oh here we go.” you huffed as you collected your things saying your goodbyes and that you had to go, quickly scurrying off to get home and see what your mom was mad at you for.

“Where’s she going?” Gojo asked as he watched you leave. “She’s pissed and said she didn’t want to be near you” Shoko chuckled evilly as she stirred the pot, out of love of course. Any chance to scare Gojo she would take in a heartbeat. He started to feel bad about it and texted you an apology quickly after.

You arrived home to find your parents at the kitchen table seeing a pack of smokes and a lighter laying on the table, mumbling a small “shit” under your breathe. “Y/N M/N L/N, Care to explain?” Your mother asked with a ticked off look on her face. Trying to find a million excuses in a matter of milliseconds, “They’re Ieri’s, she left them here the other day when she spent the night. I swear.” Crossing your heart hoping she’d believe your lie, as well as to try and prove your false innocence. “Grounded. Hand me your phone.” your father said flatly. “But I told you they weren’t mine!”you protested just as any teenager in trouble would. “Even if they are Ieri’s why would you let her leave them here?” your mother asked as she pinched the bridge of her nose in disappointment. “She was literally supposed to sleepover this weekend and said she’d grab them then!” another excuse, you were on a roll! “Give them back on monday. I never want to see another cigarette in this home unless it’s your father’s.” you grumbled in anger handing over your phone and retreating to your room. “I’m calling Ieri and tellingnl her your sleepover is canceled! You’re not going anywhere for a week!” you heard your mother shout from the kitchen. “Whatever!” you shouted back.

Great. Now you’d be bored all weekend without any human interaction besides speaking to your parents. Maybe you’d catch up on your actual schoolwork since you couldn’t train.

Entertaining yourself with music from your ipod, and reading all weekend. You couldn’t help but snort to yourself recalling friday afternoon and that stupid argument you had with Satoru, you wondered if he missed you or if he wondered where you’ve been all weekend as it was a sunday night.

Little did you know that he was panicked and distraught all weekend thinking you were ignoring him because you were actually mad. You guys had ‘fought’ and then you ran off and started ignoring his text messages and calls all going straight to voicemail. “C’mon Y/N pick up” he whined as he dragged out the ‘p’. “Hi this is Y/N! Can’t talk right now! Leave a message but only if it’s worth listening to!” That was literally the only thing he’s heard you say all weekend. A prerecorded message, he even called your house phone and your dad picked up saying to leave her alone which really scared him. Did you tell your parents you hated him?

He quicking dialled Suguru’s number, waiting forever for him to pick up. A groggy voice picked up the phone “Satoru it’s 11:45pm on a sunday night. what could you possibly need?” He said while yawning making it clear that he had been woken up. “Have you heard from

Y/N?” he frantically asked. “No? We never text or call, I don’t even think I have her number saved. Is that all you need? Because if so I am going back to sleep. Do not disturb my slumber again.” Satoru scoffed at Suguru’s attitude. “Okay for starters don’t be rude. Secondly she hasn’t been answering me at all this weekend and I called her home phone and her dad told me to leave her alone!” He whined, god he was such a baby. “She hates you man. Maybe you should have gotten her that drink.” he teased his crybaby friend. “Dude I’m being serious. What if she hates me and wants to break up? What do I do?” He cried out clearly scared his girlfriend *does* hate him. “I don’t know man, maybe she wants you to apologize in person. Girl’s like that romantic shit.” Gojo threw himself backwards into his bed as he sighed in frustration with himself. How could he be so stupid? All she wanted was a drink and he couldn’t even get that for her? what a joke. he thought to himself and thanked Suguru saying that was a good idea and saying a quick goodnight before hanging up and getting ready to leave.

It was around midnight and you were so close to falling asleep, to the point your music would cut out as you drifted only to snap back awake and started hearing it again and something else, sounded like something got knocked over in your room. Freaking out and sitting up while reaching to turn your lamp on, you heard it again. Something was hitting your window. Was it a curse?? Was there a curse outside of your house? You groaned in annoyance as you got up, tossing your ipod and headphones somewhere and scuffled over to check your window while pretty much tripping over your feet to see what was outside, pulling your curtains. Without actually checked you whipped your window open and yelled “are you serious right n-“ SMACK. A rock flew straight at your face and collided with your forehead. Stumbling backwards and rubbing your poor forehead, positive you had the indent of a rock there. An “Oh shit!” could be heard from outside. Of course It was your idiot boyfriend throwing rocks at your window.

Marching right back to where you were previously standing at your window. “Are you kidding me right now?!” Looking down to see the white haired teen looking up sheepishly at you. Staring down in disbelief, had he really walked to your house in the middle of the night to throw rocks at your face? “Can we talk?” he shouted up you, his face full of concern. “I wanted to apologize!” You laughed at him “You wanted to show up at my house in the middle of the night to throw a rock at my face only so you could say sorry?” you joked with him. You weren’t mad, more so amused.

“What? No! I wanted to apologize for making you hate me! I don’t want you to dump me! I should have gotten you a soda the other day, and I clearly upset you because you’re mad at me!” You paused and tried to stifle your laughter. He did this because he thought you were actually mad at him about that? ‘He’s such a poor soul’ you thought to yourself. He looked like he rushed over here, his hair was disheveled, his shoes were unlaced and he was wearing weird halloween pyjama pants. What a sight to see, if you had your phone, you’d take a photo.

“I don’t hate you and I don’t want to break up!— hold on let me come down and explain!” Quickly and quietly creeping through the halls of your home to get outside, passing your parents room you closed their door quietly. Throwing on your shoes and running outside to greet the boy, you were immediately met with a bear hug as he buried his head into the crook of your neck thanking you for not breaking up with him. You smiled and patted the back of his head while giggling. This was so funny to you.

He finally pulled away as you playfully smiled at him. “I got grounded and my parents took away my phone, that’s why I haven’t been answering you.” His mouth immediately falling into the shape of an ‘O’. “And I left because I got a text from my mom telling me to come home.” you finished your story, wasn’t a very long one but it cleared up the misunderstanding. “How long are you grounded for?” he asked, hoping you’d say only for the weekend. “A week” you sighed and hung your head low in a dramatic shame. Satoru groaned in annoyance and flicked your head. “Moron. Try not to get in trouble anymore.”

And that was that, the two of you talked as you sat in the front yard just talking and staring up at the stars. Satoru explained how he had been worried all weekend and what mental torture he had been going through. It was probably around 2am now and you had said your good nights and that you’d see each other in a few hours. “I love you Satoru.” You said as you hugged him goodnight, he kissed your forehead and said goodnight as well, adding a ‘rat’ at the end teasing you, and you stuck your tongue out watching him as he walked away waving bye to you. Smiling to yourself as you walked back into your house. Kicking your shoes off and quietly creeping back to your room, unaware your parent’s door was now open. Opening your own door to see your mother sitting on your bed with her arms crossed. “Make that 3 weeks.” you groaned and through your head back.

Bonus!

You walked into school late as you had gotten no sleep as you had gotten a lecture from your mom about sneaking out especially when you were already in trouble. The bags under your eyes looked like a literal black hole. You opened the classroom door being greeted by Yaga with a “you’re late L/N. Go sit down.” shuffling over to your seat and leaning over to Satoru’s desk you whispered “make that 3 weeks” which resulted in him standing up and frantically yelling about how that’s not fair.

WOWOWOW— WHO KNEW I WAS ACTUALLY BACK TO POSTING MORE THAN ONCE A MONTH AGAIN?!!?! me when i have time on my hands🧍‍♀️

Silly gojo, what a meanie. (¬_¬) we stan him either way. I always hope my fics are good, i haven’t written anything for gojo in a long time and i crave silly blue eyes man constantly. lmk if you wanna see more of him >w<

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The Sweetest Pain

Pt. 3

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Pregnancy symptoms, labor and delivery. Fluffy bunnies and unicorns, little bit of angst if you squint

Word Count: 3.9k-ish

Summary: After being married for just about a year, you and Billy are about to get some life changing news. You’re really nervous to tell him though, and you’re hoping he’ll be as happy as you are

A/N: So we’re jumping WAY ahead from where we left off with these two. Based off of an ask from my lovely lovely friend Lily @munsonownsmyass she was aching for some tattoo dad Billy Russo. So Lily, my love, I really hope you like this. And if you need a refresher or haven’t read the first two parts, I’ll leave them under the author’s note.

PART 1

PART 2

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The anticipation was killing you. It was just sitting on the edge of the bathroom counter, staring at you, mocking you. “Don’t look at it yet! Wait until the timer goes off!” Finally, the timer on your phone went off but you hesitated to look at it. What was it going to say? What was HE going to say?

It’s not like you didn’t talk about kids before you got married but it wasn’t something you were expecting right now. Staring down at the test, the two blue lines were VERY clear. You’re pregnant and you’re hoping Billy will be as excited as you are.

He had been nervous but Billy couldn’t wait to ask you to marry him. He finally had everything he had ever wanted, a successful tattoo business, friends, and a woman that he adored. You understood him, you were patient with him, and you loved him with your whole heart. He wasn’t without faults though.

Billy was stubborn, moody, and had a hard time expressing himself or saying what was on his mind but you learned to navigate the inner workings of your incredibly sweet yet big pain in the ass, husband.

Your wedding was small. Billy didn’t have any family except for his chosen family…Frank, Maria and the kids and even though you had a big family, you didn’t want a big wedding. So a little over a year after you started dating, the two of you exchanged I-do’s in front of close friends and family on the beach on a beautiful warm sunny day.

And now here you were, a year after that lovely June day on the beach, staring down at the pregnancy test telling you that you were going to be a mom and Billy was going to be a dad.

The idea of being a mother brought a smile to your face but scared you at the same time and you were definitely nervous to tell Billy. You had to think of a cute way to tell him and soon.

Billy didn’t take many nights off from the shop, he was always incredibly busy so if you wanted to spend time with him, you had to go to the studio so you just started working the front desk a couple of nights a week. You’d help answer the phone, book appointments, and take deposits.

Women still threw themselves at Billy when they would come in to make an appointment, wanting to talk to him instead of you and he’d always say the same thing…”Just talk to my wife, she’ll take down all your information and book your appointment.”

Narrowing their eyes at you, they’d reluctantly give you their information and the icing on the cake is when you’d hand them their receipt that was signed y/f/n Russo. They always hated that and you knew it. Billy made sure to wink and smile at you every time…he was so in love with you and wanted everyone to know it.

It was a Sunday evening, Billy’s only real day off was Sunday so you decided that today was the day you were going to tell him you’re pregnant.

You had already had your first doctor’s appointment two weeks ago and it was just to confirm you actually were indeed pregnant. They estimated at that time you were around six weeks along.

Finding a clever way to tell your tattoo artist husband that the two of you were going to be parents was difficult until you found these temporary tattoos online.

They were used for monthly updates for pictures showing how far along you are so you emailed the online shop asking if they could make one that said “8 weeks” so you could surprise Billy with a “new tattoo.” The woman who owned the shop thought it was such a cute idea and she would be happy to do that for you.

Growing up in the system, Billy was alone. He didn’t have parents to guide him, teach him, or protect him so he didn’t have anyone he could go to with problems that he had. Being alone was the only thing he had ever known until the Marines. How would he know how to be a parent if he didn’t have them? And that scared him.

You tried to ease his fears by telling him that it’s not like you had any idea how to be a mother either. Your own mother was a terrible parent, she wasn’t someone you wanted to model your parenting skills after so you told him that the only thing you were sure about was that you didn’t want to be like her.

The two of you would do this together, learn as you go because that’s what first time parents do. After that, Billy seemed less anxious and a lot more open to the idea of having a baby someday.

You were trying to remember a time where you were more nervous and you couldn’t think of one. Even on your wedding day you weren’t this nervous.

After applying the tattoo to your stomach, you stood in the bathroom waiting for it to dry with Billy out in the living room. The nauseous feeling kept coming and going, was it nerves or the start of morning sickness?

“Just go out there and tell him.” You silently told yourself.

Walking back out into the living room, he looked up from his book and smiled that perfect smile at you.

“Hey there, beautiful. Thank you for cooking tonight, it was delicious.” He said.

You gave him a warm smile back. “You’re welcome, handsome.”

Your heart was pounding as you stared into his liquid brown eyes, trying to keep your focus on him and what you wanted to tell him.

“Sweet girl, are you ok? You look a little pale.” He said.

You tried to smile. “Yeah, baby I’m fine.” Your voice was unsteady and you took a slow deep breath. “I just—I have something to tell you. Well, more like show you.”

Billy looked slightly confused and a little concerned, like he was wondering if you were alright. A spasm of worry moved across his face.

You inched closer to him so he was almost eye level with your stomach.

“Baby, come on. What is it?”

Releasing your deep breath, you lifted your shirt slightly, exposing your stomach.

“I got a new tattoo.” You said with a slight hitch in your voice. “Do you like it?”

Billy rested his hands on your hips and carefully looked at what was printed on your belly. He narrowed his eyes and trying to figure out what it meant.

8 Weeks

Suddenly, the color drained from his face and his eyes got wide.

“A-are you…pregnant?” He asked, his voice catching in his throat.

Tears pricked your eyes, you were shaking slightly as you bit down on your bottom lip and nodded because you couldn’t get any words out.

“We’re gonna have a baby?” He asked, resting his hand against your stomach.

Your hands were still trembling as a tear streaked down your cheek. “Y-yes Billy. We’re gonna have a baby.” You said nervously.

The color had not returned to Billy’s face when he stood up and walked over to the glass doors. This made you uneasy. You never really talked about WHEN you wanted to start a family and you were terrified that he just wasn’t ready yet but you weren’t either.

He was silent as he stood at the windows, looking out at the city skyline. He ran his fingers through is dark hair, and you were still standing over by the couch, scared to move as if your legs would give out on you if you tried to go to him.

It was difficult to see with tears blurring your vision, ready to spill over and leave tracks down your cheeks. Slowly, you started to move toward him, knees shaking, with your heart beating out of your chest.

Billy was still facing the windows when you walked up behind him, but scared to touch him. Before your hands could make contact with his shoulder, you pulled back and started to walk away from him when he turned to face you and took your hand in his. His onyx colored eyes shined like two chips of glass as the early evening sun flooded in through the window.

With your eyes still swimming with tears, you were finally able to say something. “Billy…I’m so sor—“

But he didn’t let you finish before his lips seized yours, his fingers entangled in your hair as he nipped at your jaw and peppered kisses up and down your neck.

The air was ripped from your throat, tearing away your voice as Billy continued to kiss you, parting your lips with his tongue and in between kisses, telling you over and over how much he loved you.

After finding your voice again, you asked him. “You’re not mad, baby?”

“Mad? Why would I be mad, sweet girl?” He asked, wiping your tears away.

You sobbed into his chest. “You got so quiet after I told you, I thought that maybe you were upset. I know we talked about waiting a little while before having kids but h-how do you feel about it?”

Billy swiped your tears away with both thumbs and a smirk played against his lips.

“I couldn’t be happier, my love. I’m terrified…but I really couldn’t be happier.” And he leaned forward to kiss you again.

“We’re gonna be parents, Billy.” You said, looking up into his beautiful dark brown eyes.

Nervously, Billy placed his hand on your stomach. “You’ll help me, right? The first time Frankie handed Lisa to me, I had no idea how to hold her or anything, so I just gave her back after a minute.”

“Gave her back.” You chuckled and placed your hand on top of his. “We’ll help each other, baby. I don’t know what I’m doing either. I do know how to hold a baby though.” You said with a light laugh.

“I’d say that’s a good start then, sweet girl.” Said Billy as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and pulled you into a tight embrace.

**********

Keeping your pregnancy a secret long enough to make it through the first trimester was difficult. You wanted to tell people but decided to wait until around 12 weeks which was perfect timing because that’s around when you started to experience morning sickness. And one of those times was during a picnic at the Castle house.

“Is she ok?” Frank asked, taking a sip of his beer. “She’s been in there a long time.”

Billy tried to brush it off like it wasn’t a big deal. “Yeah, Frankie…she’s fine. She just uh, hasn’t been feeling great lately.” He said as he bit back a smile.

Frank narrowed his eyes, looked at Billy, then looked toward the house and back at Billy again.

“I noticed she’s not drinkin’ either, she didn’t drink on the 4th of July a couple weeks ago.” Frank said as you came walking out of the front door.

“You use the mouthwash, sweetheart?” Frank asked with a sly grin.

You mouth dropped open and you playfully scolded Billy. “You told him I’m pregnant, Billy?!”

Frank started to laugh, Billy smiled and shook his head back and forth.

“I didn’t, sweet girl. YOU just did though.” Billy said with a sly smile.

Everyone at the picnic offered their congratulations. All of the other artists from Billy’s tattoo shop were there, Maria, and the Castle children were all very excited for you and Billy.

“Do you guys know what you’re having yet!?” Shortcake asked excitedly.

You could feel the warmth rise to your cheeks, you really weren’t used to being the center of attention.

“Oh, we find out next month what we’re having.” You said.

Frank looked at you and Billy, trying hard to contain his smile but he couldn’t. “The only thing I’m gonna say is that Frankie works for a boy or a girl.”

**********

And at your 16 week appointment, you and Billy found out you were having a girl. So you had five months to prepare for the arrival of little baby girl Russo but you wanted to keep her name to yourselves until she was born.

Everyone kept bothering you because they wanted to know what her name was going to be but it was a secret and you swore Billy to secrecy also.

In his spare time, Billy worked hard to help you prepare the nursery. He also went out of his way to make sure you were comfortable, always asking if you needed anything, and taking care of late night cravings.

He had painted a beautiful traditional tattoo themed mural on the wall and painted her name above her crib. He stayed up all night to finally finish it. Billy knew it would be one less thing you’d have to worry about as your pregnancy progressed.

“Keep those eyes closed, baby.” Billy said.

You smiled as he held your hand and led you into the nursery. “They’re closed, Billy. What is this about?”

“Ok, open your eyes.” He told you.

Blinking your eyes open, you took everything in. The room was finished…the mural, the crib and changing table were put together. Everything looked absolutely perfect.

Your eyes were swimming with tears as you choked out. “Billy…this is—this is—“ You stopped to try and compose yourself.

A look of worry washed over him. “Oh god you hate it, don’t you.” He said.

Violently shaking your head and rushing to cup his cheeks. “No, no, no Billy! I LOVE it. This is—so beautiful.” And you pulled him close to capture his lips.

“I’m really excited to meet her.” You whispered.

Billy gently held you against his chest and whispered back. “I am too, baby.”

**********

You started to get nervous as your due date got closer. All of the first time mom nerves took a back seat to the fact that you were due to give birth in January.

It had been unseasonably cold so far this winter and there had already been a couple of significant snowfalls in December. What if you went into labor during a snowstorm? What if you couldn’t get to a hospital in time?

About five days away from your due date, Billy had moved his client to the morning so he would be home early because they were predicting a bad snowstorm. But it started to snow earlier than expected and this storm was fast moving so it dropped a decent amount of snow in a short period of time.

At the height of the storm is when you suddenly started to feel pain in your back and your lower belly.

Were you in labor? This was your first baby, you were unsure of what labor pains felt like so you just started to time them. Even after reading books on pregnancy, you still weren’t sure and started to feel anxious.

Billy was at the tattoo studio and you were home alone, in labor. Surprised at how quickly you reacted, you promptly called 911 and then called Billy.

“Hey beautiful. You enjoying the snow?” He asked.

Trying to smile in between contractions, you took a deep breath before answering him. “Uh, well…here’s the thing. I think I’m in labor, Billy.”

“Labor?! Now?!! No, no, you’re not due for five more days!” He said nervously.

You winced at the pain. “Yeah, well the low pressure must have jumpstarted my labor because the little miss wants out and she wants out NOW! These contractions are intense and getting closer together. I called the ambulance so just meet me at the hospital, ok?”

“Well I’m glad I finished that tattoo early, then. Ok, ok I’ll see you soon…I hope. I love you.” He said.

You smiled through the contraction. “I love you too, handsome.”

Inside Anvil tattoo studio

Billy hung up and called out for Frank.

“Frankie! I gotta go…y/n is in labor!” He shouted, his heart in his throat at the thought of you dealing with labor pains all by yourself.

“What?! Now?!! Ok, ok relax. My truck has four-wheel drive, let’s go!” Frank yelled. “Are we picking her up, what are we doin’?”

Billy violently shook his head. “No, no. She called the ambulance. I can’t miss this, Frankie.”

“You’re not gonna miss it but we gotta go, Bill. Now!” Frank said.

**********

You arrived at the hospital too late for an epidural. After they brought you to a holding room, they checked and you were 9 cm dilated, your labor progressed faster than you expected.

The nurse furrowed her brow. “Oh honey, you’re at 9! You’re gonna have that baby soon!” She said excitedly.

It was very overwhelming having all of those people around you, doctors and nurses trying to keep you calm while wheeling you to a delivery room. But all you wanted was your husband by your side but he wasn’t there yet and you found yourself whispering internally “Hold on, baby girl. Just hold on a little longer until your dad gets here.”

Walking into the delivery room, the doctor asked you where the father was and you had to tell her that you didn’t know and last you knew he was on his way but obviously the snow was a bit of a problem.

You had been at the hospital for about 45 minutes when they told you it was time to push. You felt your heart shatter and your eyes welled up with tears…Billy still wasn’t here yet.

You had already done one set of pushes when you heard some commotion out in the hallway and the door flew open and Billy rushed in, snowflakes still stuck in his black beanie, and out of breath.

“Did I miss it?! Am I too late?!” He said, panting.

Tears streamed down your cheeks but you managed a smile. “BILLY!”

“You didn’t miss it Dad, but she’s getting ready to push again. Come take her leg.” The doctor said.

Billy threw his jacket on the floor and rushed over to hold your leg when you started to push again. He kissed you on the forehead and apologized for being late.

“Your hands are freezing!!!” You yelled as he grabbed your leg.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He said, trying to warm up his hands before touching you again.

After three sets of pushes, she was here. Ten perfect little fingers and ten perfect little toes and everything in between, she was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

The nurses cleaned her off, wrapped her up and placed her in your arms. One of your tears fell and landed directly on the tip of her little nose. Gazing down at her, she had the same color hair as Billy and she had your nose. She was the perfect combination of the two of you.

After a couple of feedings and a couple of naps, you felt up to having visitors but since it was snowing, the only visitors that made it were Frank and Billy’s tattoo artist friends from the studio since they were relatively close by.

You had a hard time prying the little miss away from Shortcake, she was just head over heels in love with her. And she actually pouted when she handed the baby to Frank which made you chuckle.

“Hey there, pretty girl.” Frank said in his low gruff voice which the baby seemed to like. “So do we get to know your name or are mom and dad still keeping it a secret?”

In the midst of all the chaos, both you and Billy completely forgot to tell everyone what her name was.

“Well Frank…say hello to your goddaughter, Anna. Anna Raven Russo.” You said.

With a stunned look on his face, Frank looked at you and Billy. “Raven? L-like my call sign Raven?” He asked with a hitch in his voice.

Billy looked at you then back over at Frank. “Well you did say you wouldn’t mind the baby being named after you. So…is it ok? Uncle Frankie?” Billy asked.

Frank’s eyes were bright with unshed tears and a smirk played across his face, trying to play off at how touched he was. He looked down at little Anna and back to you and Billy.

“Ok? It’s—it’s more than ok.” He said. “I really have a goddaughter?”

“Yes Frank, you really have a goddaughter.” You said.

Nothing like a tiny baby to reduce a rough and tough marine to a big ball of mush.

“I’m gonna spoil her rotten, you know that right? She’s gonna come with us to the zoo, she’s gonna learn how to work on cars, and I’m gonna give her all the candy she wants.” Said Frank.

Everyone laughed as Anna started to stir. She let out a tiny cry which apparently was a sign that everyone should leave.

Frank handed her back to Billy but not before placing a gentle kiss on her little forehead and they all said their goodbyes. The nurse mentioned that it might be a good idea for you to try and get some sleep.

When everyone left, the three of you were alone together for the first time since she was born. Billy leaned in to give you a kiss and kissed Anna on her forehead.

“Am I doin’ this right, baby?” He asked.

You just smiled at him. “You’re a natural, my love.”

Billy smiled his perfect smile back at you as he held Anna in his arms.

“Why don’t you try and get some sleep, sweet girl. I’ll hold her until she wakes up.” He said as he leaned forward to give you another gentle kiss on the lips. “But before you do, I just need to tell you…” he paused. “That nothing in my life has been easy except loving you…and now loving the little miss, here.”

Your vision became blurry with tears, his handsome features were hard to make out until the tears fell and you kissed him back.

“I love you too, Billy…WE love you.” You said looking down at Anna and back up to meet Billy’s gaze.

“Looks like I have another tattoo to get.” Billy said. “You think Andy will be able to tattoo Anna’s name on me, or is that asking too much?” He laughed.

Pondering that thought, you responded. “Hmmmm…I dunno, you sure you wanna risk him not spelling it right?”

The two of you exchanged laughs.

The image of Billy sitting on the couch, smiling and whispering to Anna was the last thing you saw before drifting off to sleep. Quickly, you snapped a picture before your tired eyelids finally gave in, everything went dark, and you went on to have the shortest but best nap of your life.

Up until the birth of your daughter, you thought the sweetest pain was being tattooed. The pain was temporary but the end result was a beautiful permanent work of art. However, there was definitely another kind of sweet pain and that beautiful work of art was fast asleep in her father’s arms.

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[bambinella]

Chores are no fun (or are they?)

A/N: Domestic amberpricefield incoming! You cannot change my mind that they'd playfully bully each other with every opportunity they'd have. Enjoy!

Summary: Chloe is being a brat for not doing her chores, so Max and Rachel have to persuade her a little.

Warnings: Fluff! All the fluff!

Word Count: 1551

It all started as a very chill day. Both Chloe and Max had the day off from work, and Rachel had no current streams, so the trio was lounging in the living room. There was a comfortable silence, as each of them were doing their own thing, until Rachel stood up.

“Alright, who wants to have some fun?” She suggested with a smile, making Chloe and Max look up at the same time with a smile.

“I’m always up for something fun,” Max replied, putting her book to the side as she sat up straight on the floor. Chloe remained laying on her back on the couch.

“I’m game. What’s on your mind, babe?” She asked, putting her phone away. Rachel paused to think, as she didn’t have an actual plan yet.

“Hmm, let’s see. we could–” She started while making her way to the kitchen to get something to drink, before abruptly pausing again. “Chloe Price!” She said sternly, making her girlfriend look up as if she had been whipped.

“Huh? Yes? What’s wrong?” She asked, sitting up straight immediately. Rachel was thumping one foot and had her hands on her hips. That usually meant bad news.

“Chloe, it’s your turn to do the dishes today!” She scolded, pointing towards the three dirty plates and glasses on the counter. Chloe couldn’t help but let out a laugh, relief washing over her.

“Rachel oh my god, don’t do that please, you scared the hell out of me!” She chuckled, waving her hand at her girlfriend. “Don’t worry, I’ll get them done,” She said. Rachel looked unimpressed.

“How I’d love to believe that. Except, it’s the second time this week you’ve been skipping this chore. Max, tell her,” Rachel said, folding her arms as she leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen. Max hadn’t planned on getting involved, but with Rachel looking at her like that? She had no choice but to cooperate.

“Rachel’s right, Chloe, I did them the other day after you’d forgotten them,” Max said with a raised brown and a smile. Chloe stuck out her tongue at her, giving her a ‘who’s side are you on’ glare.

“Go on, be the responsible adult you are and clean the dishes,” Rachel urged, yet didn’t sound stern anymore. She’d never actually get angry over something this small.

“But mooooom, the couch is so comfy! I’ll do them later!” Chloe playfully whined, placing her arms behind her head while laying herself back down on the couch, as she figured the danger had passed. Rachel looked at Chloe with mock disappointment and let out a sigh, fighting off a smile as she turned to Max.

“See what I have to deal with for the rest of my life?” She asked, earning a laugh from both of them. 

“You love it, really. However, I do remember that when I used to stay at Chloe’s place as a kid, Chloe would refuse to do the dishes too. Her mom always had to motivate her a little,” Max recalled with a smile, barely dodging a pillow to the face from Chloe.

“Max Caulfield, you hush,” Chloe said, only to be hit by a pillow in her own face moments later.

“There. Max, you were saying?” Rachel smirked, walking over to the brunette. If there was one thing she loved, it was teaming up with Max to bully her girlfriend.

“Joyce had many different techniques when it came to making Chloe give in when she was being stubborn, but this one,” She said, suddenly reaching over to give Chloe’s side a few ticklish squeezes. Chloe shrieked in surprise and immediately curled in on herself, her arm yanking down to cover her side. “This one always worked best,” Max smirked at Chloe while standing up, ignoring the shiver running down her spine as Chloe glared daggers at her.

“Max you’re SO dead!” Chloe playfully growled, yet recognized the danger as her best friend and girlfriend surrounded her. She tried to make a run for it yet before she could even fully get off the couch, Max had grabbed one of her ankles, making her roll down on the floor.

“Get her!” Rachel cried excitedly, sitting herself down on Chloe’s lower back to trap her. Wasting no time, she started drilling her fingers up and down her ribs, making her girlfriend burst into loud, wheezing giggles.

“Raahahahachel! Rach nohohoho!” Chloe tried her very best to hold back her laughter and buck her girlfriend off of her, yet she simply couldn’t as Rachel’s pesky nails were scribbling all over her sides. To make matters worse, she suddenly felt a set of nails tickle the bottom of her foot, making her roar.

“Rachel yes. This is what you get for making us do your chores,” She scolded, poking one finger between her ribs on each side while smiling brightly. If she was completely honest, she wasn’t even annoyed anymore, or doing it as a punishment. She’d simply take any chance she had to mess with Chloe, and make her laugh while she was at it.

“Yeah, this is what you get, Chloe,” Max teased, lightly scratching her nails against the middle of her foot while holding her ankle in a tight grip. Chloe was already dying, banging one fist on the floor while burying her face in her other arm.

“You suhuhuck! No STOP! STOHOHOHOOP! THIHIHIS IS MUHUHUTINY! BAAHAHAHAHAA!” She was laughing her head off at the double attack, deciding to do the only thing she could think of at that point. She reached backwards with one hand, wiggling her nails against one of Rachel’s knees. Her girlfriend yelped and stopped tickling for a moment to try and cover her knee.

“Aahahaha hey! Stohohohop! Oh now you’ve done it!” Rachel almost growled with a wide grin, reaching forward to wiggle her nails under Chloe’s arms. It worked, as Chloe immediately slammed her arms to her sides with a loud squeal, rolling around with the limited movement she had.

“Uh oh, looks like Chloe Price is about to die. May she rest in pizza,” Max chuckled, scribbling her nails side to side underneath her best friend’s toes. It was the one thing that always drove Chloe crazy when they had tickle fights as kids.

“OKAY STOHOHOP! OOHOHOHO STOOHOHOP! I CAHAHAHAN’T!” Chloe finally pleaded, closing her eyes shut as she blushed. She’d been defeated by tickles, yet again. Even her own body was betraying her!

“Stop? Does that mean you give in, Chloe Price? Thou shalt surrender this little rebellion, and thou shalt finally do thy duty?” Rachel teased in her acting voice, still wiggling her nails under Chloe’s arms. Chloe could only frantically nod, too busy laughing her head off to even reply to that. Rachel and Max shared a glance, smirked, and only then stopped their assault. Chloe was a giggling mess for a while longer, rolling onto her back as she slowly caught her breath.

“We have successfully defeated our Captain!” Max teased, holding up her hand to high five Rachel, who eagerly smacked it. Chloe shook her head and rolled her eyes with a grin.

“That we have, Max. I think this calls for a promotion, don’t you think?” Rachel asked, briefly shaking her clawed hand into Chloe’s stomach, who let out a girlish shriek while rolling away.

“I don’t see why not. You’re officially Captain for the day, Ms Amber,” Max said with a smile, dramatically bowing in front of her friend. All three shared a laugh, and Chloe finally decided to sit up.

“You two are so mean to me,” Chloe playfully whined, leaning her chin on Rachel’s shoulder.

“You love it,” Rachel countered with a smile, patting her blue hair while kissing her cheek. Her girlfriend huffed, yet didn’t even try to deny it. They all knew Rachel was right.

“Maybe you’ll learn to do your chores instantly from now on,” Max teased, leaning backwards just in time to avoid a flick to her forehead from Chloe.

“Just you wait, Max, I’ll get you for spilling my secrets like that,” Chloe promised with an evil grin, making butterflies appear in Max’ stomach. Honestly she looked forward to that.

“From now on if you don’t do your chores within the time limit, you get punished for it. All in favor?” Rachel asked, looking at the two women sitting next to her. Chloe and Max looked at each other for a moment, before nodding with a smile.

“Aye aye, Captain!” They both cried out at the same time, making Rachel burst into laughter.

“Good. Oh and Max?” She said, standing up as she loomed over the brunette, putting her hands on her hips. “I believe I asked you to fold the laundry earlier today,” Rachel said with a grin, pointing towards the very much not folded pile of clothes. Max froze.

“Ah shit,” She groaned, realizing Rachel just had switched from ‘help Max bully Chloe’ to ‘help Chloe murder Max’. The urge to rewind time was suddenly very present in her mind as she looked at their evil grins.

“Get her!” Rachel yelled with a smirk, before pouncing on Max along with Chloe. Among the loud laughter that filled the house once again, one thing was certain. They had definitely settled on their ‘fun’ for the afternoon.

[yandere-writer-momo]

Heart Shaped Wound

Chapter 43

Author’s note: no one wanted the story to end yet. They want more character interactions so I will give them that. It does only get worse from here so I’m so sorry everyone.

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       “Kaoru?” (Your name) smiled up at the frustrated yakuza. The man calming down a bit at her expression. “I’m still not ready to make a choice. I’m also a little confused right now.”

      Hanayama released her and moved to sit beside her on the bed. It was stupid of him to even try that right now. Not when she was so distressed over her mother right now… speaking of which.

     “Do you care about your mother?” Hanayama asked as he put a hand on her thigh. “You can talk to me about anything. I can listen.”

     “It’s complicated. I do care about her, a part of me always will… it’s just how she has always tried to control me all my life.” (Your name) held Hanayama’s hand, rubbing soothing circles on the back of his palms. “She doesn’t approve of my fighting lifestyle but at the end of the day, it’s my life. I don’t need her approval on how to be happy.”

     Hanayama felt her kiss his scarred cheek, the giant man nearly melting into a puddle. She had him wrapped around her finger.

     “I appreciate the thought of you trying to have me visit my mom while I’m here, but my mom is a person who will never change. As much as I wish she would be a better parent who supports my love of fighting, it will never happen.” (Your name) then stood up to make her way to the bathroom. “Not even death would change that woman.”

      Once the bathroom door clicked and he heard bath water running, Hanayama pulled out his phone and messaged his guards.

      ‘Change of plans. Scare my future mother in law into accepting me.’ 

      Was it bad that Hanayama didn’t even feel guilty for trying to kill (your name)’s mom? He would do anything for her… anything. She just had to so much as hint at wanting someone gone and he would gladly do it.

      Hanayama reached into his suit jacket and pulled out the little black box. He opened the box to reveal a beautiful marquis cut diamond ring. The ring mocked him. 

     Here was this perfect ring for this perfect girl and he didn’t give her a perfect night… it was selfish of him to think she’d give her body to him but sex was usually what relaxed him whenever he was stressed out… at least before he met her. Now Hanayama was always sexually frustrated. He couldn’t imagine sleeping with anyone else…

      Maybe a massage? Would she let him massage her?

      Hanayama began to shed his suit. He was disappointed about tonight. But maybe they could do something else. He didn’t want to have a bad time with (your name). Hanayama didn’t want to fall from her grace… he couldn’t go back to not knowing her. To not being with her. 

     Hanayama sighed as before tucking the ring back into his suit jacket. She didn’t need to know of this. At least not yet. When the opportunity arose again, he would propose.

      Hanayama froze when he head the water drain. Had he really been lost in his thoughts for awhile? He hadn’t realized the time. Thank goodness he put the ring away.

      Hanayama hung to suit on a coat hanger as he turned away when the door opened.

      “I forgot to grab my pajamas. Can you please grab them for me, Kaoru?” (Your name) asked sheepishly. She was in such a rush to get away from him that she had forgotten to grab clothes. How embarrassing.

     “Yes I can.” Hanayama went over to her suit case and pulled out the silk pajamas he had bought her. Oh how he wished she would put on the matching lingerie he bought her, but he knew they weren’t quite ready for that… he wondered if she was going to wait till after they were married. 

    “Are you disappointed we didn’t do much tonight?” (Your name) asked Hanayama who froze. His large form still hovering over her suitcase. “I can show you something pretty neat if you’d like to do something. I’m going to need a shorter dress if you would be so kind to hand me one.”

      “But you already took off your makeup. I don’t want you to have to get ready again.” Hanayama clasped his hands together, his heart racing. She’s never planned a date with him yet and here she was asking him out.

     “It doesn’t matter to me. I don’t have to be too fancy and neither do you.” (Your name) smiled at Hanayama, making sure to conceal her towel clad body behind the bathroom door frame. “I just hope you’re ready to build up a sweat.”

     Hanayama rose a brow at her. What on earth could she mean?

      “Have you ever been lambada dancing, Kaoru?”

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        The music was so loud, Hanayama felt his body shake. His head hurt a bit from the bright the lights were but the sight before him was worth it all.

     (Your name) twirled around him with a bright smile. Her body moving gracefully to the salsa music like one of those porcelain figurines in a music box.

      “Come on, Kaoru! Dance with me!” Hanayama did his best to twirl and dip her as she moved around him like a spinning top. The skirt of her red dress looking like a flame.

      Hanayama had to admit that he was having fun. He never would’ve imagined himself dancing with a beautiful woman like this… he never knew dancing could be so spellbinding.

     Hanayama glared at any of the men who tried to approach the two of them. He wasn’t going to trade (your name) off to dance with anyone else. He didn’t care about the rules here. She was his girl. 

     Hanayama turned his head to glance at other dancers who picked their partners up in their arms to twirl them. Would she let him pick her up?

      “What’s on your mind?” (Your name) asked as she grabbed Hanayama’s hands in her much smaller ones. She gave them a squeeze. “I know this is a little bit different setting then what you are used to. We can leave if you’d like.”

      Hanayama pulled her closer to him before he dipped her body down. His hands on her hips as his breath fanned her face.

     “I was just getting the hang of it.” Hanayama smiled as he swung her body back up as he held her bottom to keep her hips on his as he swung her. “But I’m ready to go.”

     “You never fail to surprise me, Kaoru.” (Your name) chuckled as she pushed away from him to stand in front of him. “You’re not bad at dancing.”

      “Maybe I have a good teacher?” Hanayama smirked at the blush on her cheeks. 

     (Your name) grabbed his hand and started dragging him out of the club. 

      Hanayama admired how the golden city lights glimmered on her skin. She glowed just like a bright light in the dark, one he never wanted to go out.

      “Kaoru?” Hanayama reached a hand out to grasp (your name)’s jaw, to tilt her head up to look at him. 

      He leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers with a smile. He was going to enjoy every moment he had with her. Even if she didn’t choose him now, she would. 

     Hanayama was never going to stop chasing after her. Not until he was dead.

      He smirked when she kissed back. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, his hand now holding the back of her head as he expertly explored her wet cavern. His fingers tangling in a few of her soft (hair color) strands. 

      For the night, she was his and he was hers. He pulled away with a satisfied smile. 

      “Kaoru?” (Your name) asked with a dazed expression. “We should probably head back before it gets too late.”

     “We’ll rest and get breakfast in the morning. Then we will have to fly back to Japan so you don’t miss work.” Hanayama stated as he pressed his lips to her head again. “I had an amazing time tonight.”

     “I had a lot of fun too.” (Your name) smiled up at him before grasping his hand in hers. “Thank you, Kaoru. I feel better.”

      Hanayama hummed. He was glad he didn’t go forward with killing her mom. He really needed to get his short bursts of anger in check. Yet wouldn’t any man be upset to see their woman cry? 

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      “You got lucky today, ma’am!” One of the guards shouted at the parked their car on the side of the road. “Boss changed his mind.”

       The two men climbed out of the car and opened the trunk with grins.

      “You’re so lucky your son in law is such a kind man. We’re gonna bring you back to the city soon. We just need to talk for a bit is all.” One of the guards smiled as he pulled out a pocket knife. “A real long talk.”

     (Mother’s name) whimpered under her hood. Just what kind of man did her daughter get involved with this time?

     Was Jun not enough to disappoint her? Did she really have to go with a mob boss? 

     “Boss’s future wife is so pretty! Don’t you think she will look lovely in white?”

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Author’s note: thanks for reading!

[patricidekid]

My father tried to kill me , my mom multiples times.

I should have died, it’s funny how fates work ? In the end i should have died, i almost killed him too.

Every car ride during their divorces, every screaming fighting was the scary ghost of murders, he ran after her with an knife, she left, no one cared about the kids in the home.

No cops showed up, my aunt knew but just called him to try to talk.

They all abandoned us there, the only reason of why my dad didn’t do it was because he was scared of them calling cops, of not having the time to end his life, to be punished for his mistake.

Oh only if he knew that no one cared about the fates of broken bandaid child, all born for fixing an doomed relationship.

The only reason of me being a survivor is my dad weakness, an coward, an bastard, an perfect liar protected by everyone’s around.

If he didn’t killed us literally he did it mentally.

I prayed god, spiderman, everything.

I saw myself dying in his hand so many times, i learned the selfish scared of survivors, of crying in silence when he was beating my little brother because if we dared to speak… we would die, be abandoned, burned alive, stabbed.

I died at that dinner tables, every lunch, nothing was perfect everything was a reason to mock, bully, hit.

The bike day after my mom and dad broke up, my dad bringed me and my siblings deep in the wood with our bikes…. he beated, screamed at us for not being perfect.

Slut, bastard, bitch, asshole, mistake we were all that.

If my brother didn’t cried too loud, if those hitchhiker didn’t walked near, i would be dead.

One day on the side of an road if that guy didn’t stopped to ask if everything was alright… my mom would have died stabbed, we would have died locked in an car burned as gas was in our body inhaling it.

It’s an detail everyone forgot about but i remember it brightly, the car inside smelled gas.

One day before their broke up, he throwed my mom phones on the road and then he tried to run her over and then send the car into the ravine with us in the back.

But no one remember that ? Im the witness that no one want to acknowledge or see, he’s an great man, an cool dad right ? He bought my silence for years, my sister and brother don’t remember everything.

I wished it could stay like that, i be the only one suffering, the only witness, i would have protected and shielded them.

But it’s not true, one day their memories will comeback, all those horribles years buried would haunt them.

We were all broken, all killed so he could live, so he could buy himself an new happiness.

I’m weak too, i should have stabbed him, shot him.

Every time he beated or screamed at us that he should kill himself or abandon us, kill my mother, my stepfather, us, burn the house for guit tripping, keeping the control.

I should have jumped on him, i should have grabbed the rifle in the closet, the knife, the hammer, everything.

I should have stabbed his heart, his face so many times, his blood should had painted my face.

But i didn’t, i wasn’t an hero, an brave knights no i was just an scared child who learned to cry in silence so she won’t get slapped.

I couldn’t have done it, it wasn’t my roles, the system, family everyone abandoned us, doomed failed bandaid kid.

I wish he died, i wish he killed himself, i wish my dad wasn’t an coward bastard.

I wish my mom, family didn’t protected him, but they did.

« Poor bastard, he lost everything hes a good man, his pain is understandable »

Oh they all knew they just didn’t wanted to acknowledge it, all cowards, weak.

They killed us, he killed us and i couldn’t kill him.

[mitchmarniesgf]

finalized - quinn hughes

word count: 1,231

warnings: kissing

pronouns: she/her

You sat at the end of the dock at the Hughes Cabin, your feet dangling off the edge and splashing the water. You had grown up with the hughes, and yeah you maybe kissed them each few times. Like you four all went to high school together and ended up at the same parties every now and then. But Quinn, oh my god the night you kissed him you knew that it would become a ongoing thing. Both of your families had realized you two got closer as you got older and  you started sharing a room with Quinn over the summers when you would go to their cabin for five weeks. You both were 23 now and had your own career paths. You watched the sun set as you reminisced on some old memories from this dock, watching the sunrise and jumping getting pushed into the lake. You couldn't believe that was already about ten years ago when you first kissed Quinn. Suddenly you heard foot steps behind you. “Hey pretty princess.” Jack said, mocking Quinn. “Hi Jack.” You said standing up and hugging him. You got here before anybody else did, you had your own key and since everyone was adults you all drove separately, well except for Luke and Jack. “How've you been?” You asked, smiling and you and him walked back to the house. “Great! Everyone in NJ is amazing, they all love me there.” He winked and you laughed. God how you missed this family.

“Quinn is on his way, he should be here soon.” He said, checking his watch. Just then Luke ran out of the house. “y/n!” He yelled as you smiled. “Congratulations on getting drafted!” You said, hugging him. “Thanks!” He smiled giddily. “God, now im stuck with him for the rest of my life.” Jack rolled his eyes. “So, tell me all about it.” You said as you three walked inside. “So! First me and everyone was sitting in our living room and we waited and waited. Then the devils were up-” He was cut off by Quinn. “Hello family.” He said lifting his sunglasses and setting down his bags. “Hey Quinn.” You smiled, slowly walking up to him. You hugged him and he rubbed your back, you heard Jack and Luke snickered and Quinn flipped them off. “Hows it been?” You said softly. “Wonderful. How've you been?” He asked. “Good, Luke was just telling me all about his draft.” You said walking back over to him and setting your phone down on the couch. “Ill help with your bags.” You said, grabbing his stuff and walking to your room. You set his backpacks down and he wrapped his arms around your waist. “Oh man I missed you.” He said buying his head into your neck. You hummed and held back. “When are we gonna be officially together.” He mumbled. “When you start acting like a man and stop being scared of your family, im pretty sure they have made bets at this point.” You said and he laughed.

“Ive missed you to Quinn.” You said, kissing his nose and heading back downstairs. Your mother walked in along with the Hughes parents, Jim and Ellen. “Hey mom!” You said, hugging her. “y/n how've you been?” Ellen walked over and hugged you as well. You hugged Jim as Quinn headed downstairs. “Ive been good! What have you guys been up too?” You asked. After some catching up and you finally hearing the end of Lukes story, it had passed eleven. Yawning, you stood up. “Well ill see you all tomorrow, im gonna head up and go to bed.” You said heading up the stairs. “Goodnight!” You yelled before shutting your door an getting changed. You heard more talking as you headed into the bathroom and took off your makeup. You heard Quinn say goodnight and head up the stairs. “Quinny!” You yelled as he entered the room, he walked into the bathroom and smiled. He pecked a kiss to your lips. “So when are you moving to Vancouver so we can live together forever?” He asked and you giggled. “Quinn, we all know how that would play out.” You said stepping out of the bathroom and into your room. The room was small, it had a slanted ceiling and a kings size bed. You and Quinn had decorated it with many pictures of you guys when you were younger. You smiled looking at them and crawled into the bed. “Cmon baby, please. I hate how I only get to see you over the summer.” He said, walling back into the room and crawling into bed with you. “So, this is the year.” You said, sitting up. “This is the year we finally get together and I move to Vancouver and you tell your family.” You said, playing with his hair. “Fine.” He whispered and pecked a kiss to your lips as you fell asleep in his arms. 

The next morning you woke up in the same spot you fell asleep in, and Quinn was still there too. You check the time and it was about nine so you shook him awake. “Quinn, wake up.” You whispered as he cracked his eyes open and smiled. “Should we tell them today?” You said and his smiled dropped an he groaned. “Yeah.” He muttered. You laughed as you pushed him out fo bed and crawled out yourself. It was chilly that morning so you put on a University Of Michigan sweatshirt and some sweatpants and headed downstairs. Quinn soon followed and met everyone on the deck. “So, me and y/n have something to tell you all.” He said and you choked on your coffee, you didn't think he'd tell them right away. “what's up sweetie?” His mom asked and yours shot you a look. “We are going to live together, in vancouver. She will move in with me and we will officially be, together.” He said and you smiled, all the heads turning towards you. “Honey? Is this true?” Your mom asked, putting a hand on top of yours. “Yeah, it is.” You said smiling looking up at Quinn who was smiling at you, then you turned to your mother. Her look was shocked but it slowly turned into a smile. Quinn sat down next to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “Jack you owe me fifty dollars.” His mother said, slamming her hand on the table. “Me too.” Luke said, and you laughed. “Don't forget me.” Their father said, chuckling and you all laughed together. 

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You set the final box down in your new shared apartment. “Its final.” You said, hugging Quinn. “I love you.” He said and you leaned into him. “I love you too, Quinn.” You said, your voice almost a whisper. You looked up to him and he kissed you, a deep passionate kiss that was the first of many. Quinn talked about it nonstop and practice that day, about how you two were official and you'd be given all the personalized sweatshirts and jackets the spouces were given for games. You were brought along to all the charity events, signings, and other events like dinners and stuff. It was all you could've dreamed of, and of course the following year when you two arrived at the cabin for the summer, 

You could finally call yourselves a couple.

fin

[chippedaxe]

yessss for karl?! omg yess please pleas please can you write a dom step sis! reader ruining innocent stepbro! karl!!

like she teases him and he just isn’t experienced at all and she just fucking destroys him, wanking him until the sensitive little bunny is crying and begging to stop from overstimulation

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Title: Silly Boy

Warnings: !TW: STEPCEST!, NSFW (Minors DNI), cursing, corruption ig, blackmail, degrading, teasing, humiliation, penis degrading, small penis, overstimulation

Pronouns: She/her Afab

Synopsis: The reader dominates Karl and knocks him down a peg.

Word count: 2k

Note: If this type of content offends you in any way then please just ignore it, I have tons of other content on my page that isn't stepcest content and you're able to blockout any stepcest content by blocking the 'tw sepcest' or 'stepcest cw' tag <3

- This prolly isn't what u wanted but I thought of this and wanted to write it! also this hasn't been proofread and it hasn't been edited at all!

*Btw Veruca Salt is a spoiled kid that gets everything she wants, from Charlie and the chocolate factory.

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Your eyes glared down at the younger boy, towering over him to show dominance "S-sis, what're you doing?" Karl asked "Trying to scare you, is it working?" you leaned down and kept eye contact with the stammering boy "u-um not really.." he stuttered out "then why're you stuttering over your words? You're obviously intimidated." you placed your hands on your hips.

"Well why're you trying to intimidate me? I'm just trying to read this book!" he groaned "Because someone has to knock you down a peg, you think just because you're younger that you can get everything you want? Well not if I can help it!" you were furious by the boy.

"What're you on about? What've I done to you?" Karl asked worriedly "You've been asking for a whole lot this week, veruca salt!" you threw your arms in the air and started pacing around him and his chair "What? Like what?" Karl was utterly confused "You've been asking for non-stop rides to your friends houses, and you've been leaving your laundry around for mother to do!" you cross your arms.

"You're overreacting!" Karl complained "Oh I'm not done! You've also been taking money from mom's purse!" you called him out "What- how did you know about that??" Karl immediately became tense "Oh you look so stressed dear brother, just relax- don't worry... I'm not gonna tell her-" Karl sighed in relief "Oh thank god" and got cut off by you finishing your sentence "-If you promise to be a good brother and listen to what your stepsister says!" you finished.

"WHAT? No way! I'm telling mom and dad!" He began to stand up but you pushed him back down "Oh no no no, you're gonna tell them what? That you stole the $200 that mom presumed was stolen by a thief? You gonna explain that to her after she already called authorities and had someone sent to jail?" you spat venom at him.

"You're evil!" Karl shouted "Me? Evil? I'm not the thief here" you grinned mischievously "Although I could be- if you don't wanna have to do everything I say then just give me something precious you own" you held your hand out expectantly "What am I supposed to give you? My soul?" Karl questioned "If you can bare to part with it then yes" you gave a mean smile in response to his sarcasm.

"I have literally nothing!" Karl exclaimed "You have your phone" you suggested "Dad would kill me if he found out I'd given it away!" He shouted "he'd kill you if he found out about that money too" you reminded him "I- I could give you... I'll let you date one of my friends!" Karl smiled nervously as he hoped you'd agree "What friends? You're a nerd, no one would want to be friends with you" snickered.

"S-Sapnap! He's strong, he loves animals, he has big muscles!" Karl said "The brute with dark hair? He's cute but not my type" you yawned "U-m.. Quackity?" a bead of sweat dropped down his face "He's super cool, really funny!" Karl was starting to worry as he was already running out of friends to pair you with "No.. My type is nerdy boys that I can dominate, ones that get nervous a lot and stutter over their sentences" you hinted.

"Oh- like Wilbur? I'm not really his friend but I can try something!!" Karl wasn't getting the hint "No, I was thinking more specifically towards someone like you." you finally told him "M-me? But I'm your brother!" Karl was in disbelief "Step-brother. And I don't really like you, I just think that you're pitiful and if you're gonna be selling someone's body to me in exchange to keep your secrets safe than it may as well be yours." you explained.

"But- Well- I've never done that before!" he put his hands up defensively "Well obviously, who would want to touch a greasy nerd like you?" you sighed. "Well- No, that's wrong!" he shook his head "Well I'm not gonna make you, just give me something else then and I'll be on my way" you told him. Karl looked down at his feet for a moment as he mulled over what was happening and what decision he was gonna make.

Karl lifted his head and made eye contact with you "Okay." he replied "Okay what? Okay you're gonna give me something?" you asked "No- I mean- okay I'm gonna give you my body" he mumbled quietly "Gonna need to speak up, can't hear you over the sound of our parents crying over having such a disappointing child" you ridiculed him.

"I'll give you my body, damnit!" he yelled "hey- quiet down, our parents are only just down stairs!" you made him shut up. "Whatever" he leaned back in his chair and slumped down "Karl. You need to give me your full consent, you can't just go 'yea whatever' and expect me to be fine with that!" you furrowed your eyebrows "Why?? What- do you need me to beg you for it?!" he was getting aggravated.

"Actually yes, I do" you decided to torment him a little bit "Big sis, please please please fuck this desperate loser" he put his hands together to make a praying gesture as he mocked you "That's more like it, runt." you grabbed his chin and forced him to face you "We can stop at any time, if you choose not to speak up then that'll be your fault" you made sure he was fully aware that he had a say even though he wasn't in control.

"Thanks. Now- how do we?" Karl was now confused on what you were gonna do, and he was having some type of delusion that he was gonna be the one in charge dominating you. "I think I'm just gonna have some fun by jerking you off, is that okay bunny?" you teased "W-what do you mean you're gonna jerk me off?" Karl asked nervously "I'm gonna stroke your dick, never done that before?" you bullied him.

"N-no, never even thought about it.." his face became red and flushed, you slowly slid onto his lap and straddled his leg "No? You haven't? Are you lying to your big sister? That's not very nice you know, Mom always told me that you shouldn't lie (Unless it's to your dad) " Karl glanced away from you and tried to hide his face "Aw you can tell me the truth, I'm a good listener after all!" you encouraged him "I haven't.." he persisted.

"Well then let me introduce you to the pleasure that is being jerked off, slide your pants down" you instructed "What? Do I have to.." he was clearly embarrassed "No. I guess I could just palm you through your pants" you shrugged. Karl sighed in relief and let out a small breath, tilting his head back in the chair and waiting for you to do what you wanted.

Your hand dipped between his legs, your palm rubbing his growing bulge "H-Hey that feels weird" he told you "So what? You want me to stop?" he shut his mouth, encouraging you to keep palming him. "This would feel a lot better if you let your cock free, instead your trapping it in your tight pants and strangling it.." you frowned "F-fine.." Karl blushed as he slowly pulled his pants down.

You watched in delight as he released his penis "Oh is this what you were worried about?" you stared down at it "O-Oh god-" Karl felt humiliated and went to put it away but you stopped him "It's cute.. I wouldn't expect a nerd's penis to be big anyways" you told him. Karl's little cock twitched at your words, moving slightly on its own "oh. my. god. You LIKE when I'm mean to you! That's why you never argue back! It all makes sense now.." Karl looked down to avert eye contact.

"That's perfect Karl, you love when I'm mean to you- and I love to make fun of you! Win Win!" you felt a small rush of excitement. Your hand wrapped around his cock which forced a choked out moan from him, his hands moving to cover his face "you're acting quite rude Karl. Look at your big sister when she's talking to you!" you ordered.

Karl slowly revealed his face, revealing how much pleasure he was having. "F-Feel's weird, let go!" he ushered you to let go of his penis, even though his body disagreed; his hips bucking up into your hand to help finish him off "Trust your big sister." you said as you continued to pump your hand around his cock. "Fuck! Fuck you!" Karl's whole body shuddered as he was having an orgasm, his penis twitching in your hand.

"Wow Karl, that was rude." you huffed and narrowed your eyes, your hand still lingering on his crotch "A-are you done now?" Karl panted as he was trying to catch his breath "Done? I've barely even started!" you laughed maniacally as you began to slowly stroke him again "Ah- no no no, that's too much!" Karl whined. "You want me to stop?" you asked him "Yes!" he exclaimed so you let go and pulled away "What?" Karl was confused and a bit upset "Hm? What is it?" you asked "You're just.. done?" he looked saddened.

"You told me to stop!" you explained "yeah but.. I didn't really mean it.." Karl's cheeks were dusted red "Well come back here then" you grabbed his hips and forced him back down onto his chair. Karl was already eager and bucking his hips up against you, your hand grabbed him again and started to jerk him off "Ah!- Ah-" Karl tried to keep quiet but couldn't help the escaped noises that came out.

You placed your free hand over his mouth to try and muffle his moans, his voice vibrating against your hand "You can never be quiet! Always have something to say, don't you?" you rolled your eyes at him. Karl clenched his eyes shut and tapped the chair repeatedly with his hand to let you know he was ready to cum again, you let him release his load yet again but you didn't remove your hand.

"A-Again?? I can only take so much.." Karl whimpered and whined "You're feeling this way already? But I've only just started!" You frowned "Well I guess I can give you a break now but there won't be any breaks later on when our parents go out to dinner." you stood up and got off him. "T-Thanks.." Karl huffed "For what?" you asked "Thanks for um- pleasuring me?" you scoffed and walked back to your room, ready to return at night time when you had Karl all to yourself.

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*guys lemme know if u want a part 2 bc I could certainly make one of the reader x karl at night time after their parents have left.

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(500 Miles) (Chapter One) - Argyle

A/N: I think my mojo’s back xD at least I hope so! soo, I loved this request and I am really excited to write for Argyle sooooooo yes, I decided to make another series (as if I don’t have enough ongoing series already but... oh well) I hope you like it xD

Request -  Anonymous asked:  i got an idea for argyle! what about a hopper!reader where he could be your dad/uncle who you lived with and when he “died” you also moved to california with the byers. we’d be there while everything is going down and then finally arrive at hawkins where you see everyone for the first time in forever. maybe steve could be an ex 👀 you guys broke up before the move because of how much of a bitch long distance would be, so when he sees you with argyle he can’t help but feel a bit jealous on the inside to see you move on. everyone gets to meet argyle, steve tells you that he’s happy for you, we get a happy ending even tho hawkins is literally falling apart 😁

Warnings: smoking weed with Argyle; also, this starts in California so, the actual request of them arriving at Hawkins will be in the later chapters :D no spoilers or anything on this chapter it’s more of a prologue

Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger things :D gif isn’t mine :) 

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(500) Miles

When I wake up, well I know I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be the man who wakes up next to you When I go out, yeah I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you

You threw yourself on your bed letting out a loud sigh and staring at the ceiling. You felt a few tears running down your cheeks and you quickly wiped them away, sitting up and composing yourself. You knew it was for the best. You kept telling yourself that everything you had done in the past month was for the best. For you. For El. And for the Byers who had lovingly taken you into their home. You got up and walked over to your dresser grabbing the picture of you, Steve, Nancy, Jonathan, and Robin and you smiled sadly. You then put it down and saw the other picture of you with your dad, and El. You shook your head, took a deep breath, and walked out of your room over to the basement. You could hear the music and you slowly opened the door. You heard Jonathan freaking out as you walked down the stairs.

"Relax, it's just me" you chuckled as you reached the bottom of the stairs while Jonathan and Argyle let out a sigh of relief. "Your mom is still out with Will and Jane" you told them.

"Fuck, dude, you scared the shit out of me" Jonathan said with a nervous laugh.

"What's going on, my dude?" Argyle smiled at you.

"Wait, are you off the phone?" Jonathan asked and you couldn't tell if he was being serious so you nodded.

"Uh... yeah" you said and he got up quickly.

"Shit! Then I have to go call Nancy" he said, running up the stairs and leaving you and Argyle behind. You took Jonathan's place, sitting next to Argyle, and sighed.

"Can I have some of that?"

He turned to look back at you, frowning his eyebrows in confusion. "Some of what?"

"The... uh... Purple Palm Tree Delight?" you smiled up at him.

"You-" he said, choking a little. "You want some of this?" he asked, holding the joint in his hand.

"Yeah" you nodded. "I mean if that's okay with you-"

"N-no, yeah of course" he said, still not believing his ears. "It's just... well, you never do this kind of stuff... am I corrupting you, petal?" he smiled as you grabbed the joint from him and took a drag.

"Don't flatter yourself, Argyle" you laughed. "It's not like this is the first time I've tried weed" you informed him.

"It's not?" he asked, almost sounding disappointed and you shook your head no, resting it on the back of the couch. "So... what's the occasion? I thought you were gonna be on the phone for like three hours like always" he mocked you as you returned the joint.

"Are you stalking me, man?" you smirked at him.

"No, but when your boyfriend calls, you usually disappear for the rest of the day" he said in an accusing tone.

"Actually... I don't have a boyfriend" you muttered quietly as you took the joint from him again.

"Wait, what?" he asked, sitting up and looking at you. "What are you talking about? Did you guys break up?"

"Well, to be completely honest, Steve and I broke up before we moved here" you explained. After a moment of silence, Argyle spoke again.

"But you still talk on the phone a lot" he said confused.

"Yeah, we're still friends" you explained.

"So how come Byers doesn't know about this? I mean, they all still think he's your boyfriend" he asked, confused.

"I don't know" you sighed. "I love the Byers, but they're all about feelings and hugging and shit and I'm just... not like that" you chuckled. "So, I knew that if I told them it would be another thing to add and I didn't really want to have that conversation. "That would have been a lot of hugs" you said.

"You hug Will and Jane all the time" he laughed.

"Yeah, because they're worthy of my hugs" you mocked him.

"Shit, Hopper, that hurts" he said, placing his hands over his heart. "You also hug Mrs. Byers a lot-"

"Correction, Mrs. Byers hugs me a lot, and would you ever refuse a hug from Mrs. Byers?"

"Fair point" he smiled, taking another drag. "So, when did you guys break up?"

"About two months ago, I guess" you explained. "I wanted to try the whole distance thing because it was supposed to be only for a year but I know Steve didn't want to" you said. "I am sure he would have tried for me if I asked but... I felt like he wanted to call things off. He just didn't want to hurt my feelings" you told him. "So, I did it for him" you said.

"Why do you think that? I mean, why wouldn't he just break it off?"

"Because he hates hurting people" you shrugged. "That's how Steve is. I've known Steve my whole life, even if we grew apart when we started high school but then he changed again and I didn't want to drag him in on something he didn't want to do and that might have ended up making us resent the other so... I don't know, I guess it was only a matter of time" you said, smoking again. "Don't tell Jonathan though, I think he and Nancy will do better than us" you said.

"Shit... I'm sorry, man. That's intense" he said sympathetically. "So, what happened today that made you upset?"

"I'm not upset" you complained but he raised his eyebrows at you, looking at the joint in your hand.

"Fine. He's dating again" you sighed.

"Shit! He told you that?"

"Well, we're still friends and when we started dating we promised that we wouldn't let anything ruin that. I mean, is not like we hate each other, we broke up because I was moving and he was staying in Hawkins so... we still talk, a lot-"

"Are you still... like in love with him?"

"Not really" you said, sitting up and handing him the joint. It was true. You still loved Steve but as a friend, like you did your whole life. Maybe if you would have stayed in Hawkins things would be different but you weren't in Hawkins. You were in California smoking pot with Argyle. "I care about him a lot as a friend but he's dating like a different girl every week and I don't know. It just kinda felt like I was one of those girls, which I know is not true because we were together for a while and I know he cares about me but... I guess, I didn't expect him to move on so quickly and be this happy so soon, you know?" you smiled sadly at him.

Argyle felt his heart aching a little. This was probably the first serious conversation the two of you had and he definitely didn't like seeing you upset.

"Are you okay?"

"I guess" you said, letting the smoke out. "I mean, it is what it is" you told him.

"I'm sorry, dude" he said, placing his hand on your shoulder. "Breakups suck, man" he said, taking another drag.

"Thanks" you smiled at him. "This helps" you said, grabbing the joint.

"Oh no, young lady-"

"I'm the same age as you-"

"Still! Don't think you get a pass after today" he said, trying to be serious. "This is a one-time deal" he told you.

"But I'm heartbroken" you said, dramatically. "You wouldn't deny a poor girl in pain a small piece of happiness-"

"Nice try, petal" he chuckled. "That won't work on me" he assured you.

"Oh, we'll see" you smirked, giving the joint back to him.

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"Alright, dude, you ready?"

"Why do I have to cook it?"

"Because then you can spend more time in the back with me and not at the register" Argyle insisted, starting to prepare the dough for the pizza.

"But I am horrible at cooking!"

The two of you were the only ones left at Surfer Boy Pizza, having the closing shift and it was pretty much dead since it was a Monday.

"I know, that's why I'm teaching you" he laughed.

"Hey! You were supposed to say I'm not that bad" you scoffed, trying to sound offended.

"Do I need to remind you that you almost burn down the whole place, petal?" he laughed.

"Hey! That only happened once and nothing was on fire-"

"Because I put it out" he laughed.

"Okay, fine, let's get this over with" you said, rolling your eyes.

The two of you had become closer friends in the past couple of weeks since you told the truth to Argyle about you and Steve. You even got to ride the Purple Palm Tree delight on occasion because you knew how to wear Argyle down. You could honestly say he was becoming one of your favorite people and maybe, just maybe, you were starting to develop a small crush on him. Which is why your Monday shift was your favorite because it was just the two of you.

"That's the spirit, man" he said, excitedly. "C'mon, let's go, señorita" he said, pulling you with him as you groaned dramatically. "Okay, first you have to get the dough ready" he told you and you were about to take it but he stopped you, grabbing your hand. "Hold on" he said. "You don't want it to get all sticky so, first, we put flour" he said grabbing a bag of flour and spreading it around the table.

"Well, this is fun" you said, getting flour on your hands. "Okay, now what?" you asked smiling, showing him your floured hands.

"Now the dough" he said, grabbing it and he started spreading it on the table.

"Can I throw it in the air like you do?" you asked, excitedly.

"I don't know petal, I've seen you throw things-"

"You know, sometimes I don't even know why I'm your friend" you glared at him.

"Well, it's not like you have many friends here-"

"Many? You're literally my only friend here" you laughed. "Jonathan complains about it every day, how I stole you from him" you rolled your eyes.

"Not gonna lie, pretty flattered that you two fight over me" he smiled as he started throwing the pizza in the air and you watched him in awe. It was always your favorite part whenever he was in charge of making the pies.

"It's not my fault I'm your favorite" you smirked at him.

"Yeah?" he said, placing the pizza back on the table. "How'd you figure that out?" he asked, poking your nose and leaving a spot of flour.

"Well, because you let me sit on the front more than Jonathan" you started, hopping back on the counter. "And you sometimes let me pick the music" you continued. "And you always bring an extra banana muffin for me when your mom bakes them" you smiled triumphantly.

"And yet, you're letting me make this pizza by myself" he complained.

"Well, you didn't let me do anything fun!" you said, grabbing a little bit of flour and tossing it at him.

"Dude!" he said, looking at you. "I wasn't going to let you drop our pie" he complained, throwing some flour at you and you laughed but then pretended to be offended again.

"I wasn't going to drop it!" you said throwing more flour at him.

"Okay, stop that" he said, trying to grab the gab from you but you were quicker and you climbed off the counter and ran away from him, but as you did, you tripped and fell flat on your butt, dropping all of the flour over yourself.

"Shit" you complained as Argyle started laughing.

"You were saying, petal?" he laughed, kneeling to offer you his hand. You glared at him a little but took it and he helped you up, pulling you a little too hard and bringing you really close and he wrapped his arms around you so you wouldn't fall again. "Seriously, you have to be one of the clumsiest people I've ever met" he laughed.

You had never been this close to Argyle. You weren't someone who was particularly physical. Argyle had noticed it. You didn't really like to hug people, with a few exceptions. But you didn't mind with Argyle. In fact, you had actually been wanting to be this close to him for a while now.

"Sorry, I didn't want you to fall again" he said, starting to unwrap his arms from your waist but you quickly placed your hands on his arms so he wouldn't.

"N-no" you said a bit too quickly. "I m-mean, it's fine" you said, feeling your cheeks burning.

"It... it is?" he asked, feeling his heartbeat racing. "I thought you didn't like hugs-"

"I like yours" you blurted out. "I m-mean- uh- I like you-" you said, widening your eyes when you realized what you just said. "I m-mean- fuck! I'm such an idiot" you muttered looking down.

"You're not" he said, placing his hand on your cheek to make you look up at him. "I like your hugs too" he smiled.

You saw him start to lean in and you quickly stepped on your toes and wrapped your arms around his neck before he placed his lips against yours. He tightened his grip around you and you felt him smile against your lips.

"I knew I was your favorite" you smiled when you pulled away, making him laugh.

"Wanna help me finish your pizza?" he asked brushing a little flour you still had on your cheek.

"Oh, it's my pizza now?" you smirked.

"Let's clean you up, clutz" he said, kissing you again. You could definitely get used to this.

"Okay" you smiled brightly at him.

You cleaned your mess up while Argyle finished cooking the pizza. You both decided it would be best with your regular 'accidents'.

"Order up" he said, bringing the pizza over to you.

"I'm not eating that" you said, sitting on the counter.

"What? Why not?" Argyle complained, placing the pizza on the counter and standing in front of you.

"Why would you put pineapple on a pizza?"

"Hey, petal! Try before you deny" he said, offering you a piece.

"I don't mind the pineapple, the question I ask is why is it on my pizza?" you complained.

"Because it's delicious" he insisted.

"I knew I shouldn't have let you make the pizza by yourself" you complained as you took the slice in your hand.

"Come on, give it a try" he insisted before hearing your stomach growl. "I know you want to" he said, raising his eyebrows and you rolled your eyes.

"Fine, only because I'm starving" you gave in. "And because you made it" you smiled, making him flush a little.

You took a bite and even if you would have tried to deny it, Argyle could see in your face that you had actually liked it.

"So?" he asked, waiting for your review. "What's the report, petal?"

"It's okay" you shrugged, taking another bite.

"Okay?" he smirked. "Just okay?"

"Fine, it's actually pretty good" you admitted.

"I knew it!" he smiled happily. "What?" he asked when he saw you smiling at him.

"Nothing" you quickly said, pulling him a little closer. "You still have a little bit of flour here" you said, brushing it away from his cheek.

"Your entire face is still filled with flour" he smiled brightly at you and leaned closer to kiss you again. "Do, do you like... want to uh- go out on a date or- um, something?" he stuttered when you broke apart.

"I'd really like that" you said, smiling.

"Does this mean that I get to hug you now?" he asked, placing his hands on your hips.

"Only if you admit that I'm your favorite" you said, making him laugh a little.

"Of course you're my favorite, petal" he said, kissing you again.

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[Ch.2]

A/N: soooo, part 2? let me know what you think :D 

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mdni - impact play, oral (f receiving), nipple play, finger sucking, degrading, mocking, slight choking, slight overstimulation

Requests Open!

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Mmmm Dom!Armin gets me hot and bothered

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Armin was always the sweet brainiac, right?

Not necessarily the strongest one of the bunch in terms of physical strength, but Goddamnit was he smart. Armin was nothing short of a genius and knew exactly what to say in order to get the desired outcome. Though it wasn't his best asset - Armin was a fantastic manipulator.

But of course, he only used his sly words when need be. Not once did he have to use them against you, his wonderful girlfriend, because there was no reason for you to conform under his pressure! More often than not you were on his side, so all he could reply with was a compliment or a soft joke to hear you giggle.

That was...until you asked to spice things up in the bedroom:

"I-I don't want you to take this the wrong way, because I'm pretty happy about our sex life..."

"...but?" He hated how hesitant you were to communicate with him sometimes.

With a nervous sigh, you finished, "but I want to try something new."

Armin pressed for you to elaborate.

"Well, ya know - I'm always in charge and I'd like, uh, for you to maybe take over sometime." You anxiously picked at your nails and shot nervous glimpses at him from your peripheral vision.

And Armin was completely open to the idea, endlessly welcoming to it! But there was one problem; he wasn't very experienced at being dominant in the bedroom. Though, that wasn't much of an obstacle, because Armin would go to the ends of the Earth and back if it meant you were completely satisfied.

After your quick talk, you took to the shower and Armin leapt for his phone, sending a message to the group chat.

Armin: guys I have a very serious question and I need you all to save your jokes for later

Eren: uuuu is everything ok?

Jean: yeah man what's going on

Connie: this outta be good

Armin: okay so...Y/n said she wanted to reverse rolls

Eren: ??? tf does that mean

Armin: like...in the bedroom

Connie: oh!!! being a bottom is so fun you'll love it

Jean: yeah I don't mind it from time to time

Armin: ...

Eren: you don't have to be scared, I doubt Y/n is going to do anything weird or scary

Armin: let's say - hypothetically - I was already pretty familiar with being a bottom

Connie: oh...my...god

Armin: I said save your jokes!!!

Jean: that wasn't what I was expecting

Eren: just call her a bitch

Armin: NO!! why would I ever do that?

Eren: trust me.

Jean: for once I actually have to agree with Eren, be mean.

Connie: just do like, idk, what she does to you but onto her

Jean: Connie you take years off of my life

Eren: don't be brutal but make it a point that you're in charge, be confident

Armin: that's easy for you to say.

Eren: just try it, you might like it more than you think

Jean: you could mix praising and degrading too

Armin: uuuu how does that work

Jean: be like "my pretty slut," shit like that

Connie: is that what you liked to be called Jean?

Jean: no but ur mom does

Armin: well thx for the advice

Eren: let's us know how it goes

Armin: absolutely not

Connie: lameeeeeee

"Everything okay?"

Your voice startled the blonde boy, his phone fumbling in his hands and a bright fuchsia painted his cheeks.

"Uh-uh yeah! Yeah I'm fine no worries." He clamped his hands and phone between his thighs before looking up to you with a crooked smile.

Your towel was wrapped around your chest, the tops of your breast exposed with droplets of water still beading down them. Armin's eyes locked onto your skin and his skin burned even more red.

"Mmm doesn't seem like it." You pursed your lips.

Armin swallowed thickly and quickly shook his head, struggling to meet your gaze, "Nope, I'm a-okay!"

You figured standing before him half nude and dripping wet wasn't helping the erection pressing against his sweatpants nor the glossy look in his eyes. So you hummed and sauntered off to your shared room, letting the towel drop and the cold air in your room ripple your body with goosebumps.

In the closet, you searched your dresser drawers for a nightgown - preferably something thin since the nights had grown more and more warm with the change in season. Armin curled up next to you at night only added to the heat trapped under your blankets, his body mimicking an oven and you an ice cube.

Plucking a light pink, spaghetti strap gown from deep within the drawer, you grinned and turned to the mirror, excited to put on something so dainty. However, you gasped and clutched the garment over your chest in a startled frenzy.

"God Armin! You're gonna kill me one day doing that." You scolded, narrowing your eyes at him through his reflection.

Then you busied yourself with your gown, shaking it out of its crumpled state and readying to slip it on, but a warm breath fanned over your neck and cemented your joints.

"You don't need that." Armin purred into your ear, grasping the fabric from your hands and leaving you exposed in front of the mirror.

You turned your head to gauge a better view of his expression. Sultry eyes, mischievous smirk, low voice.

"Are you sure you're feeling okay?"

His response was to lace your fingers in his and drift you both over to the bed, guiding you up the mattress and against the pillows.

"What's-"

Two fingers shot into your mouth and pressed down on your tongue.

"Stop asking questions." His other hand explored your freshly cleaned abdomen and dusted over your stiffened nipples. Then his palm harshly groped at your tit, leaving you hissing around his digits, "Seems you like that," he noted, "Maybe you'd like this too."

His thumb and forefinger clamped down on one of your nipples, slowly twisting and feeling the vibrations of your whimper against his other fingers, "Mmm looks like I was right, let's see what else you like."

In an effort to gain more knowledge, you tried to gurgle out his name questioningly, only it resulted in his digits venturing further down your tongue.

His large eyes snapped to yours, "I said stop with the fucking questions. Unless you like my fingers down your throat. You would wouldn't you? Fucking whore."

Completely astonished, your brows nearly dusted your hairline and your eyes threatens to pop from their sockets. You'd stutter about his behavior if it wasn't for the fingers knuckle deep in your mouth. Sure, you figured Armin was brewing up something to make an attempt at being dominant, however you didn't expect him to fully sell the part.

With his fingers still against your tongue, Armin repositioned himself between your legs, propped on his knees. His other hand harshly gripped your knee and forced your legs open, revealing your center.

"Maybe it's time for a little pay back for all those nights you edged me for hours. I'm sure your cunt could take it," he smirked, "No, you will take it."

Armin's words left you yelping, blooming a new type of fear in your chest. You weren't scared of Armin in a way that you felt you needed to flee and cry for help, but rather nervously anticipated his actions. The unknowing left you desperate for his next move, yet you cowered against the sheets.

His fingers slipped from your lips in order to grasp your jaw and force your gaze onto him, faces inches away, "Are you done squirming?"

You nodded dumbly, your head spinning.

"Good, let's keep it that way." He patted your cheek and grinned sarcastically.

Then he slithered back down, pressing your thighs up and back until they were against your torso. You had been naked in front of Armin plenty of times, showered with him even, but now more than ever you felt incredibly exposed to him.

Humming with delight, Armin watched your folds glisten for a moment before adding his own touch of nectar with his tongue. His tongue felt like it was coated in hot molasses, prodding and playing with your cunt. Usually you'd be hovering over him, fingers tangled in his hair and rocking your hips against his face, so it was a little frustrating not to have your pleasure in your control.

"Armin c'mon.." you whined and arched your back slightly toward him. A stinging sensation left you jolting against the linens and gasping, "Did you just-"

Another smack cut off your sentence.

"What did I tell you about questions?"

You peered between your thighs with raised brows and speechless, meeting a dark, threatening stare. This time you watched him slap your cunt.

"Answer me when I talk to you."

Gulping you shakily replied, "No questions."

He nodded and returned his attention to the task at hand, "That's right."

Again his muscle was swirling against your clit and adventuring through your womanhood at an aggravatingly slow rate, but you didn't chance rutting your hips into his face. Frustrated, you flopped back against the pillows and let your hands get lost in the sheets, resting all responsibility on Armin's shoulders.

That's when the true sensation of oral pleasure consumed you. The blissful heat of Armin's tongue and lips melding with your pussy, how your clit was thousands times more sensitive compared to when fingers caressed it; the slowness of it all gave you time to truly enjoy what was being offered to you. Instead of panting and groaning, you were sighing and moaning.

Every so often Armin would let one of your legs drift open or rest against his back, fumbling with different positions - but at all times your thighs were spread. He needed as much access to you as possible to see what he was working with, get a true look at what made him a feral, pouty mess most nights and early mornings. How he didn't want to switch rolls sooner was a mystery to him, because the view before him was quite literally something to feast upon. Sometimes he'd pause just to get a view of the mess he was making, only to dive back in ten times stronger.

Your hands were lost in the pillows, eyes closed and the feeling of Armin's spit and your slick dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets. If you had given the blonde man a chance to be proactive sooner, you would've been able to relish in the euphoria he had your body melting in. Your new idea of heaven was having Armin between your legs all night long.

The struggle in your sighs and whimpering undertones of your moans let Armin know he needed to up the intensity. Your orgasm was nearing its peak and he was the sole ruler of it, and as much as he wanted to see you wriggle and beg, he was dying to see your jaw drop and taste every last drop of your release. So his tongue flicked faster against your clit, and his eyes flitted up to your expression to watch your bottom lip get pinched between your teeth and your brows knit.

"Mmm, God, just like that." You purred, keeping your eyes squeezed shut as you reached down to work your fingers into his soft, champagne hair.

Though his jaw was growing tired, he didn't let up for a second, seeing your jaw gradually drop and feeling your nails dig deeper into his scalp. When your hips started jerking and rolling instinctively, Armin knew the lighting in you was burning hotter and hotter.

Then it exploded.

Like second nature you ground your heat against the rhythm of his tongue to intensify your rush as much as possible. You moaned loudly and uncontrollably at the sensation, completely consumed in the feeling. The cherry on top was Armin digging his fingertips into your thighs and forcing you closer to him, smothering himself.

"Fuck!" You shuddered, overstimulation leaving your muscles limp and waist jittering.

The only thing stopping Armin from his ministrations was your palm pressing against his forehead and pleading for him to give you time to breathe. You settled back against the sheets and gasped for air, letting the clouds swirling in your brain slowly fade - all but spent.

But a hand grasped your throat and jerked you from your laying position, quickly ripping you from your post-orgasm state.

"We're done when I saw we are."

[briiwcc]

fezco x oc • hate you

before fezco was known as the town's drug dealer, he was just a regular high school student. well, as regular as any kid who lived in the shitty part of town with a drug dealing grandma could be but when fezco was seventeen he had a semi-normal life.

he got pretty decent grades and he was great at math. he also basically stayed to himself, or at least tried to.

but, there was always one person who seemed to always get a kick out of bothering him.

sasha motherfuckin' james...

a sixteen year old star lifted up her hand for the fifth time in the period and frowned once her teacher called on someone else.

"why don't we give the other students a chance ms. james."

star looked behind her to see mrs. stevens had called on fezco.

"it's not like he knows anything." she mumbles with a small giggle causing an uproar of laughs to fall behind her.

fezco leaned forward in his seat and raised his right eyebrow. "sasha, what did you jus' say about me?" he asks clenching his jaw when star turned around in her seat to face him with an annoyingly perfect smile, "oh? im sorry. should i say it a little slower? i know it's hard with you being on the short bus and all." she evilly mocked.

god, fezco hated her. he hated how she walked around like she owned the place, he hated how she talked down on everyone and fezco always wondered, who gave her the right?

star was just like the rest of the shitty people in this shitty town. stuck going nowhere.

so, why the hell was her head up so high.

star james single-handedly made fezco's high school life hell every day, he never knew what he had done to provoke her but it seemed she just always got a kick in making his life miserable and he fucking hated her for it.

"now if i smack the shit out of you i would be wrong, right?"

"alright! the both of you enough." mrs stevens interrupted with a tired sigh, it seemed like everyday the two students were at eachother's throats and she felt helpless just watching.

just as she was about to ask them if they wanted detention the final bell rang and all her students quickly left her classroom.

star put her worksheets in her folder and tossed it in her bag before standing up and throwing it over one shoulder. she made her way into the hallway and gasped when a scrawny body bumped into hers.

she looked down seeing the spilled coffee all over her white jeans and shoes. the boy immediately bent down trying to wipe it off.

"i'm sorry."

"don't fucking touch me!"

the neurotic boy stood up and star watched as his cheeks turned red in embarrassment and she wasn't scared to admit she got a kick out of making him nervous, "i'm sorry. it was just an accident."

star tilted her head to the side, "is that what the doctors told your mom and dad at the hospital?" seeing the look on his face she giggles and walked past him making sure to bump her shoulder into his.

fezco, who watched the whole interaction go down sent him a sympathetic look. "you good?"

"yeah, she's the worst." the lanky sophomore picked up his books that fell and smiled when fezco helped him, "thanks, man i really appreciate it."

"no problem."

the school day went by pretty fast after that and before he knew it fezco was laid up in his bed typing away at his laptop trying to complete his calculus homework which was way past due.

he heard a notification come from his phone and rolled his eyes at the contact before opening the message thread

stupid fuckin' bitch

you called me sasha today

stupid fuckin' bitch

tf did i tell you about calling

me by my government

fez

shut the fuck up bro

fez

the fuck do you want

stupid fuckin' bitch

u free 2nite?

fez

be here in 20

seen

not even 15 minutes had passed before fezco was opening his front door and sneaking the girl inside.

and before the two knew it...

star moaned throwing her head back as fezco thrusted into her.

"what was that shit you was talkin' earlier huh?" he mocked sneaking his hand to cover her face with the palm of his hand.

fezco's ocean eyes were black with hatred and lust, admiring how her boobs bounced with every movement he made, how her cries died on her throat due to his hand, how the bed slammed against the wall making the photos she put up shake a little from the amount of force.

"fuck-" star whimpered placing her hand on his lower abdomen, "please don't stop." she cries, her actions contradicting her statements.

fezco lifted his hand from her face allowing her to breathe correctly again and placed it on the side of her head. he usually preferred hitting it from the back when it came to star because the sight of her face pissed him off and turned him on all at the same time which, ultimately pissed him off.

i just wanna fuck. no strings attached.

when star first said those words he 100% thought she was just trying to make a fool out of him which wouldn't be a surprise since she was probably the most evilest bitch that ever walked the face of the earth.

but, she was also hot so you know, why not?

"i'm coming." she announced feeling the familiar hot sensation in her stomach, star came around his dick soaking him in her arousal.

fezco quickly pulled out and jerked himself off onto her stomach making her cringe, "ew i told you to stop fucking doing that." she slapped her stomach in a useless attempt at wiping it off.

he threw her legs to the side and star sat up rolling her eyes as she tried to find a rag.

"someone's a little rude."

fezco tosses her a damp one after emerging from the bathroom.

star thanks him and pulls him back by his bicep when he went to walk away, "what? no kiss goodbye?" she mockingly asks puckering her lips.

"yo get the fuck out my house."

[msookyspooky]

Set Up

Part 10

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You sat on your front porch, subconsciously bouncing your leg as you waited. The day at school was a nightmare and you couldn't tell anyone that it was. You lied all day and wanted to explode.

But for everyone's safety as well as you're own; you couldn't.

The day leading up to now played out in your mind as you waited on your ride.

"Uh yeah, him and Stu climbed a tree last night outside of my house during the storm to try and scare me. They fell and Billy cut his face. STU broke my glass door on the way down and that's how I cut my foot...Absolute Assholes." You leered as Stu shot you a grin. Him, Tatum and Sidney all stood at your lockers, the end of the school day was already here and you dreaded it.

Tatum glared up at Stu. "I hope you know you're paying for any damage to YN's house." Stu rolled his eyes and nodded. "Yeah, yeah. Mom and Dad won't miss the money."

Sidney was on edge the entire day. You saw her shaking her head and slamming her locker door beside you. "How could you both do that? That's not funny! There's a murderer on the loose and you both decide that's something to do when you're bored?"

Billy wasn't around. Sidney made it clear she didn't want to talk to him and Tatum was acting as a guard dog to her. You hoped Sidney would just say fuck it and not come to the party at all.

"Sid baby, it was a prank. Chill!"

Sidney turned on Stu. "It's a bad one then, Stu. People are DEAD." She flinched and closed her eyes when a teen ran through the halls with a ghostface mask on, screaming like a banshee to mock both you and Sidney. They whispered whenever you both walked down the halls. You both were crazy, sluts, in on it. You rolled your eyes at it but Sidney couldn't. It troubled her deeply and the things being spread around town about her late mother amplified that.

"Real original!" You called as everyone in the halls laughed but you and your two girlfriends. Stu chuckled and just the sound made you grit your teeth. Knowing he could stop all of this and he wouldn't...In fact, he thought it was like Christmas.

Sidney shook her head. "I shouldn't even be here, none of us should." Before anyone could respond, she jogged down the hall and away from your group.

"What's her problem?" He mumbled with a laugh. Tatum shot Stu a death glare. "We got another call last night. That's the problem, genius."

Your eyes widened. "What?...When?"

"I don't know, midnight maybe? Dewey was on the phone before we answered so we didn't think anything about it. Then we heard the voice. Whoever is doing this is fucked in the head."

Stu chuckled. "Well, it's providing us a huge rager tonight, so-"

You watched Sidney slowing her pace to a walk with her head down. Tatum ripped Stu's ass before running after her. You went to follow when you felt a hand hold you back.

You looked up at Stu who smirked down at you. "Good lie, sweetcheeks. I told Billy you were a natural." He murmured low enough only for you to hear it.

You jerked your hand away, refusing to look at him before you made your way down the hall after your friends. Stu strolled behind you all as you caught up to them as they exited the building.

Stu caught up to you all, on cloud nine as he ranted about his party.

You saw him quickly pluck something from the ground before jogging back up to you three. Face split into a huge grin as he tucked a wildflower behind your ear. You subconsciously felt the flower with a frown as he asked if everyone was going as he handed them wildflowers as well.

You saw him picking Tatum up and hanging all over her. You didn't know if it was envy or genuine disgust over him lying to her. The act of kindness from him that usually warmed your heart felt like ice. You didn't even look at him the same way now as you jerked the flower out of your hair and tossed it. Frowning as you walked behind them all.

"So, you coming tonight?" Stu asked as he sat Tatum back down.

"Seriously?" Sidney muttered as she stopped on the sidewalk to stare at them. Tatum reached out and held her hand.

"I'm buff, you're totally protected!" Stu flexed his arm under his shirt at her before giving her a pleading stare. "Come on, Sidney! Please, it'll be boring without the whole gang there."

Tatum side eyed him. "Uh, no no. Not the WHOLE gang. Keep your mouth shut to Billy."

Stu scoffed. "Babe, he's my best friend."

"I don't care! He's been an ass to Sidney and I don't want him sniffing around for her like a dog in heat. She's not his bitch. So keep him away or we aren't going."

Stu rolled his eyes with a groan. "Ffiinnnee...Party's aren't his scene anyways."

You scrunched your brows at that as Tatum continued. "Come on, Sid. For me?"

"I don't know...Is this really a good time?"

Tatum shrugged. "When is a good time? It's a night to hang with your bff's with no bf prowling around. You need a night off, Sid."

You almost spoke up. "I mean, if you-" You faltered when Stu shot you a warning look. You relented. "Yeah, I'll be there too."

Sidney sighed and shrugged. "Okay, whatever."

You hung back as Tatum and Sidney walked ahead. Stu hung back, slowing his pace and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. He bent down and whispered in your ear. "Ya gonna play nice, babe?"

You smirked. You had to in order to make him think you were on his side. "Maybe. Ya gonna spank me if I don't?"

He hissed through his teeth and rubbed a hand over his face to hide a smile. "Argh!...What a fuckin tease. But seriously-"

"I'm in, Stu. Don't be a Billy. I'll see you tonight."

"Alright, I'm so stoked for tonight!" He voiced aloud, clapping his hands together with a grin.

You lost your smirk as you looked ahead at your two best friends walking side by side. Specifically Sidney.

"Yeah...Me too." You mumbled, walking faster to catch up to them as Tatum looked over her shoulder at you.

Tatum looked at you with a smirk as she spoke. "Good, I was just telling Sid the deetz. Okay, so Dewey is going to drop us off. He claims his superior wanted him there at the party so there's no stopping him. He'll take us to the store and-"

"Actually..." You interrupted her. "I uh...I promised Randy I would ride with him."

Both their eyes widened at that. Tatum lowering her head to stare at you with raised brows.

"Um, I'm sorry but Randy?? Who the hell put you up to that?"

"No one. He walked me home yesterday to apologize and he asked."

"Oh, so it's charity. He made you feel bad."

"No, Tat. I wanted to go myself."

They both exchanged looks. Sidney licked her lips and gave a tight smirk as she looked down at the sidewalk. "Wow...So, you and Randy?"

You faltered. "Uh, no. It's not like that!"

Tatum's face split into a chesire cat grin. "Ssuurree. Just taking a nice long sceneic route to the party tonight. Alone. In his beat up Volkswagen. Might be running late too."

"It's NOT like that." You rolled your eyes as the giggled.

Tatum kept it up. "Hey, I'm not judging based on James. You were done with him way before he kicked the bucket but with Randy? You are so out of his league."

Sidney cringed. "I mean, didn't he just accuse you of murder yesterday?"

Tatum touched Sidney's shoulder as she spoke. "Ooohh, maybe that's their thing? Get into a heated argument and kiss and make up later on."

"Yes,Tatum. I' m madly in love with Randy and we have a secret affair happening after school." You stared at her with an annoyed glare. "Get real. We got to stick in numbers right now and Randy offered me a ride. I took it. That's it, alright?!"

"Sure. You gotta drive over together. Go together. Hold hands. Sit in his lap for comfort-"

"Tatum, I'm gonna kick your ass on this sidewalk in about 2 fucking seconds." She dodged you grabbing her.

"Ha! Gotta be faster than that, sweetcheeks."

"DON'T call me that!" You snapped harsher than what you intended. They both lost their smile as Sidney nudged Tatum. The nickname Stu gave you didn't sit right with you anymore. The stress was getting to you, the lack of sleep the night before, the anxiety of tonight....And you had to keep it bottled up or else.

"Tat, ease up." Sidney told her.

"Jeez babe, I'm just joking with you. God." She playfully rolled her eyes and despite yourself...You felt your eyes water. Both of their faces dropped as they stopped walking to look at you. "Hun, what's the matter? You know I'm joking, Right?" Tatum gave, giving you a desperate smile and touching your shoulder. You covered your mouth with the back of your hand, looking up at the sky to try and stop yourself.

Sidney rubbed your arm. "YN, what's wrong? Talk to us."

You shook your head violently, trying to force the tears away. "I...I just really don't want to go to the party."

"Why?" Sidney asked, searching your eyes for an answer.

You took a deep breath. Scared you were gonna cave. The pressure was too much and if you could at least convince them to not go to this party, you might be able to buy them time. And then, you saw it. Your face dropped as you swore you saw the hedge ahead of you all move. A black piece of clothing swishing behind it to hide.

You swallowed hard, staring as both Sidney and Tatum looked as well. Trying to see whatever it was you saw.

"YN?...YN, hey what is it?"

You sighed, knowing there was no way to tell them. Not right now at least. Billy hid in the bushes the day before with you and Randy. They could be anywhere.

"I just...I'm scared after what happened to James. I'm clearly a target. What if-" You choked back a sob on the lie and Sidney gently hugged you.

"Shh, it's okay. We're all scared. I don't want to go to this stupid party either."

You felt a tinge of hope until Tatum spoke up. "I know you both have been through hell but we're safer in numbers. I swear, we'll all stick together no matter what."

Your heart sank as Sidney released you and nodded. "I know, I'm worried but maybe you're right. Maybe we need this party."

Tatum rushed to hug you as well, patting your back. "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have teased you about Randy with James dying so recently. That was a dickmove."

An idea popped into your head, as you wiped your eyes. "Hey, why don't you guys cheer me up with a make over at my place? Pick out my clothes and hair and everything. You know I never know what to wear to these things."

You shook your head and pulled back. "It's alright. My...Nerves are just getting the better of me." You trailed off, swearing you saw the bush move again only for a cat to jump out of it.

You deflated. Possibly missing your opportunity but also scared they will overhear. You had to get them both someplace alone. Someplace private where there was no way anyone could hear.

Tatum cringed, clearly wanting to jump on the offer only to groan. "Ugh, I can't. Dewey is waiting on us. We're all on this strict curfew bullshit and-"

As she spoke, a cop car pulled up beside you all.

"Speak of the devil." Sidney muttered. All of you less than 5 minutes away from the school.

You were surprised to see a deputy that wasn't Dewey. "You girls should have waited outside the sxhool! We have chaperones for you."

"Why? For protection?" Sidney asked.

"Yes. Especially you and YN. Honestly, you kids need to use your heads."

Tatum opened the door first and gave the deputy a sassy smirk. "Did Dewey put you up to this?"

"No Miss. Just standard procedure. Your brother was waiting in the back of the school."

Tatum rolled her eyes. "Why would he be in the back when we go out the front door? Freakin goon..." Tatum got in the front as you and Sidney sat in the back, closing the doors.

"I'll drive you girls to your next stop and then Deputy Dewey can handle it from there. Where are you ladies heading?"

"Me and Sidney are going to the corner store on fifth. YN?"

You mulled over your options. Dewey warned you that even though he could get his badge taken for it; getting too many people looped in was a bad idea. If the police shut down the party...Stu and Billy would know you ratted on them. You would be a dead girl. The plan to have Dewey wait outside for the killer to show up with back up on call was your best bet.

You couldn't risk the corner store. Billy and Stu were following you. You just knew it. Even if the tging hiding in the bushes earlier was a cat...You swore you saw a black cloak. You knew you did.

"Are you and Sid going back to your place?"

Tatum shook her head tight lipped. "No, sorry."

You sighed heavily. "Then...I guess take me home and I'll wait for Randy to pick me up."

"Are you sure? You can still go to the store with us."

You shook your head. "No, I don't want to waste the time or be rushed at home."

The Deputy nodded. "I'll escort you home and keep watch. You girls need to be careful."

You nodded, "We will. Thank you."

Tatum shrugged. "Okay but wear that purple skirt with the butterfly belt."

"Tatum that skirt is totally sleazy. YOU bought it for me."

She chuckled as the officer droce and the middle aged man tried tuning you girls out. Tatum replied. "Duh, that's the point."

You bit your lip, knowing you were running and possibly fighting for your life tonight. Had to dress for mobility.

"...Nah. I'm going with the jean and sweater combo."

"Boo, grandma."

Sidney chuckled to herself as she looked out the window. She mumbled. "Use that purple eyeshadow in the one color. That was cute on you last week."

You sat on your step, face resting in your hands and tears straining your eyes. Your parents didn't want you to go but you reasoned that a cop was there. You hugged them a bit tighter than usual and snuggled your kitty cat a lot. The Deputy was down the street in his car watching you. It gave you some comfort but not much.

'What do I do? They're going to kill Sid if I don't do something! I just hope Dewey can get back up there in time when Billy makes his move.'

You saw headlight pull up as Randy leaned over the seat and shoved the passenger door open. You got up and walked over to slide in. Trying to force a smile and crack a joke.

"Jeez, you don't get out to open the door?"

Randy rolled his eyes. "Hey, I opened it from the passenger side. Be grateful I'm giving you a lift at all." You noticed his tone and how rigid he was against the steering wheel. He hesitated before sighing heavily. "Sorry just...Had a weird day at work."

You saw the Deputy pull away in your mirror as Randy pulled out.

"So, what's the movie genre today?"

"Horror. It's called Loomis Looses it. It's a B rated gore fest thriller."

You raised your brows and blinked. "What? Billy was at the video store?"

"Yep and his lil lapdog too...I swear, he's involved."

You fully turned in your seat with your belt on as he drove down your street. "How do you figure?"

He huffed and rolled his eyes. "Please, he has psycho killer written all over him! Why is it that he always seems to just show up, huh? It's like he's stalking his next victim. Or how he just so happened to have a cellphone in his pocket after the killer called Sidney. I know he's got Daddy's money but who the fuck carries a huge cellular in their back pocket? And the guy is a creep! He threatened me, YN. Just like he did yesterday. I swear to god he has me next on his list. Thank god I'm a virgin...Sadly."

You remembered the rules Stu mentioned the night before.

'Oh my God...They're actually serious. They actually think going by those rules will insure that Sidney dies tonight...How does Randy know about those rules? "

"Randy... Why do you know that rule?"

"What do ya mean? It's standard horror movie rules."

"But this is real life, Ray. Not a movie."

He groaned, tapping his pointer finger on the steering wheel with every word. "Look, horror movies got some inspo from real life. If you follow them, you have a chance. Or you can kill the right people."

You stared at him and his eyes darted to you. "...YN, why are you looking at me like that?"

"...No reason."

"Look, I'm not the killer. Billy is clearly the killer, not me."

'What if he's lying? What if Billy and Stu have help? What do I do?'

"Randy...I just have to ask you one thing. If you were the killer; what's your motive?"

"But I'm not."

"Well, pretend. What's your motive?"

He stared at the road as he drove, thinking before releasing air through his nostrils.

"It's the millennium! Anything goes. But if I really had a true motive...It would be to get the girl." He reluctantly coughed and rubbed his nose as he answered.

You blinked, Tatum's teasing earlier flooding your brain. "Uh...You remember this is just as friends going to a party...Right?"

He shook his head with a scrunched up face. "Wh- Oh jeezus, not you!" He barked out as he shook his head.

Randy flinched, his eyes wide. "Uh...Sid? No!...I-" He bit his inner cheek. "Am I that obvious?"

You scoffed with your hands up. "Well, sorry! Damn, you did invite me tonight. If it's not me, I know it's Sidney."

"Oh yeah. Big time. You might as well have hearts popping out of your eyes like one of those old cartoons."

He ran a hand over his face as the other was on the wheel, a light flush creeping on his pale cheeks. "Damn...That obvious and she still only looks at Billy."

There was a wave of awkward silence. An idea crept in your head that slightly unnerved you. 'What if he's in on it? What if this us some bullshit test? Is he just guessing Billy is involved or does he know for a fact? I have to check. I can't even think of saying anything to him until I know for sure.'

You knawled at your inner cheek. "Let's say, you are the killer. We have a motive. How far would you go?...Would you...Would you kill the girl because if you can't have her; nobody can?"

"What?! No! I-..." A smirk played at his lips as he paused. "Oohhh, I get it. A little pay back for yesterday. Your interrogation skills need work."

"But Randy, isn't that a horror trope?"

"Well yeah but why would I do that? That's like, the dumbest reason ever! Sidney and Billy are on thin ice together for good reason. If I killed her, I'm diminishing my chances of her and me being a thing. What do I look like? Norman Bates?"

'He's not the killer. He's not even involved. He can just see the obvious that Billy is involved...I know Dewey told me not to but having him on our team could help...A lot.' You realized.

You stared a moment before sighing to yourself. "Actually...Randy this sounds crazy. Like, really, really crazy but I know who-"

You never got to answer as you pulled into Stu's driveway and narrowly avoided a car speeding past Randy's. Music blaring and teenagers hanging out the windows.

"Christ, assholes." Randy mumbled as he got control of the wheel. The huge house lit up and as immaculate as you pictured Stu's house to be just by what Tatum had told you in the past. Dewey's car was a ways away as you saw him surveying the scene, kids running through the house and few on the porch. Randy pulled the car into the empty yard other kids were parked at.

"Sorry, what were you saying? What's crazy?" He asked as he pulled it into park and turned the key off.

"...That I think...You have a chance with Sidney." You forced a smile.

He perked up. "Really? Ya really think so?"

"Yeah. Maybe you can take her somewhere? Out on a ride or something. You'll never get a chance here with all these people. But if you could take her for drive..." You hinted with raised brows.

You both got out of the car. "You know what...I might just do that. Thanks for the confidence, YN."

"No problem. You're gonna need it..." You stared at the Macher house. Swallowing as you tightened your fist at your side. "We all need it."

[blackbat05]

Night talks and Dim Sum

Shangqi x Reader

A/N: Hey y’all! This is my first time trying to write a one-shot/fic on tumblr. I have an existing wattpad account where I have some stories published! It’s mainly DC (young justice) combined with hunger games so if you are a fan, do check out @Runnerpottermore! Anyways, I have no idea why I suddenly decided to write a fic after so long - maybe because I wasn’t going through the best of days and also watched the movie recently? I just love the whole cast in general and Mr Simu Liu just killed his role - so yeah! Before I ramble on, I hope you enjoy my fic that I came up with!

Genre: Fluff, PG13, platonic friendship that can maybe turn into something more?

Warning: None? Just maybe broken Mandarin and sweaty people?

Extra Note: Please be kind to me!🥺

‘Bye.’

I take a deep breath, moving the cursor to close the window. Another day was done. Leaning back against the office chair, I stare up into the celling before closing my eyes, taking in the conversation a few hours ago.

‘It’s difficult to change what has already been so ingrained into our childhood. But what you can do is ask - what is the part of yourself that you want to keep?’

Rubbing my temples from the simple yet complex question, I decided that it was time to hit the road and get some fresh air. It was 6pm, Shangqi and Katy were probably still at the hotel.

As dreadful as running sounded to many people, this was one of the days where I could just zone out and mull over the day. The feeling of my shoes pounding into the pavement, body slowly being covered by a sheet of sweat… it felt good. Turning into the last corner of the run, a light tap on my shoulder jolted me out of my little world.

‘Woah is just me!’ My sudden stop had almost resulted me barreling right into Shangqi’s equally sweaty frame. He gives me his signature boyish grin only to earn a smack on his shoulder.

‘干嘛!’ (gànmá) [‘What are you doing!’]

‘吓死我了!’ (xià sǐ wǒ le!) [‘You scared me!’] I retorted back, removing my headphones. ‘What are you doing here, I thought you still had work?’

‘We did, but our shift ended early so I thought I’ll get in a quick run.’

‘10km is quick?’ I look at his phone that was calculating the distance, brows raised. ‘You’re a beast.’

‘Ha ha, very funny. Enough about me, what’s got you out today? I thought you were taking a break?’ We walked side by side, towards the direction of a renowned dim sum stall. ‘Yeah…’ I dragged my words for a while, hesitating to continue. ‘Just needed to think some things through.’ Shangqi nods. That’s the thing I liked about him. He never forced me to tell him things that I didn’t want to. He would wait quietly until I was ready.

‘I don’t know if I’m even going in the right direction. I thought I was doing things right - getting the grades, making sure I understood what was being taught at school… I was so sure that I could help people if I put my mind to it. But these feelings of not being able to do more… I don’t even know my future as a social worker anymore.’ I bit my lips, kicking a stray pebble.

‘Hold up!’ Shangqi steps in front of me, gripping the sides of my shoulders. ‘What did you say?’ He asks me in mock disbelief. ‘I said I’m not a good-‘

‘Nope! The conversation before this has been void! Because the (Y/N) I know is an amazing person and social worker who helps these kids to become the better version of themselves.’ He waves towards the many young Asian-American kids running around merrily in the playground as if to make his statement. A small smile formed on my lips watching Shangqi’s exaggerated movements to the disapproval of an elderly man with wispy white hair. He seemed to have noticed the looks he was getting as he dropped his hands to the sides in embarrassment.

‘Look, my point is that not many people can do what you do. Putting people before yourself, how many people would do that in this world?’

I throw him a skeptical glance. ‘You’re doing it. You’re a literal superhero that stopped a mythical creature from destroying our world. Not that it hasn’t happened.’ Shangqi snorts, ‘Sure. But hear me out. Who were the people that worked day and night to restore some order when the snap happened? Who made sure that these young kids weren’t afraid and reassured them that everything was going to be alright.’

He did have a point. Five years ago, the whole world was thrown into chaos. If I could forget something, it would be the chaos at the children and youth center on the exact day of the snap. Kids as young as four, crying uncontrollably for their missing parents. The older children who put on brave faces for their younger siblings but they too couldn’t make sense of the situation. The remaining social workers scrambling to attend to every need, every child. I was one of them. The sleepless nights, the constant worries - the social services were already overloaded, anymore pressure and the whole industry would collapse. I wanted to believe him but the doubts were becoming stronger by the minute.

Shangqi carefully stares at me as if analyzing my micro expression. ‘I know what I’m saying won’t change anything instantly. But what I do know is that we all have these moments of doubt, even me. I can’t offer you professional advice, but just like how Katy, my aunt and my mom were there for me when I needed them the most in Ta Lo, I’ll be here if you want to talk.’

‘You’re a good friend you know that right.’ My heart felt much lighter compared to the day.

‘Better than Katy?’

‘Don’t push it.’ I joked, eliciting laughter from both of us. Before we knew it, we arrived at the dim sum stall. As always, it was bustling with hungry customers. ‘Come on! Katy’s got a seat for us already, I’m starving!’ He opened the door for an young couple pushing a stroller.

‘Wait!’ Shangqi looks at me curiously. ‘I know we’re both sweaty but I think the situation calls for one.’ I gave a huge hug, ‘Thank you, that meant a lot to me.’

The sudden bear hug definitely threw the man off, but he to was glad for the heart to heart conversation. For more reasons than one.

‘Alright then! Who’s up for some char siew bao! I’m gonna inhale them - deserved it!’ I loudly declared my war against the dim sum, walking towards Katy who was enthusiastically waving at us.

Little did I know, there was a lot going on in Shangqi’s mind too.

A/N: Wew! That was long! If you’ve read it up till here, thank you for reading it! This idea really just popped out at the last minute so I’m not sure if it’s to y’all taste. Please do forgive me for my inaccurate translation - I am Chinese but like Katy my Mandarin is super rusty. Also whichever countries you come from, please give your social workers more recognition. They deserve it for a long time coming! Do give a comment or like if you wish! Just here to write and try and give simple joy to people who are such fans of Shangqi and the MCU in general.

[ceruleanchillin]

5 Day Stay

| Or, Angel down bad for a week |

Angel x F!Reader

Warnings: language, infidelity, Angst (?), lil bit chili spice at the end

Mon:

Angel felt he was too young to consistently feel so bone-tired, yet that’s how his day had been ending for weeks now. Sometimes it was all he could do to get off his bike and make it to the door, only to have to rest his head against it to prepare to make it to the couch and collapse.

Tonight was one of those nights, and he wanted to be dead to the world until it dragged him back into it.

It was the smell of mixed spices that hit him first. It felt like he was in suspended animation, and slowly being released as different things started to register to him.

His TV was on, someone was rummaging through his kitchen, and music played faintly from his desk. Thinking back to the last time an unwanted guest was in his kitchen, he placed a hand on the holstered knife fastened to his back.

The fridge door closed, and you appeared in the window, eyes focused intently on whatever you were cooking on the stove.

He exhaled, feeling like complete shit. It only spoke to how weary his mind was that he could forget you were staying with him for the next week. Especially after the conversation that led to it.

“I don’t know Angel…really I can afford a motel for a few days.”

“Here? Rusted-through pipes will be the last thing your landlord is worried about when you bring back bedbugs and shit.”

Your eyes had widened at that, but still you brought up the thing that had been chained to your hesitation. “I mean….do you think it’s ok to do this? After we…Nails..Ang-“

He remembered a flash of irritation, more so at himself than you, when you said that. “Yes querida, fuck. If you’re so scared, I most likely won’t even be there the way things are going. Nails is out of town til’ next weekend…”

“Relax Ignacio.” you had cut your eyes at him, and he’d felt his dick jump like it did whenever you gave him attitude. “I’m just not trying to be a problem.”

Your voice calling his name brought him to the present. He caught the last part of your statement, that you didn’t know he’d be back.

“Yeah, we got in earlier than expected.”

“While you’re standing there like a weirdo, let me shame you real quick. How does a man in his thirties still have the kitchen of a frat boy?” You leaned on the sill of the divider. “You’re lucky I already knew you were sad in the kitchen. I had to bring my own tagine.”

He stepped into the kitchen, his stomach coming alive with interest. “One, I don’t know what that is, two, I can’t help it if the kitchen isn’t my preferred room of work.”

He peeked over your shoulder, but the unique pot kept him from seeing what you were making.

“Neither is the bedroom, unless that work is piling up dirty laundry.” you stuck your tongue out at him and turned back to your simmering dish.

“Ha ha. Dinner and a show, she does it all folks!” he collapsed at the table, the day catching back up with him. “Should put your ass on the club’s payroll. End the cashflow problem real quick.”

You turned to him, concern etched on your face. “I heard from Hank about that…sorry. I know now isn’t a great time for that at all.”

Things got awkward like they always did when you referenced the recent changes of his life. He wasn’t sad about getting another chance at fatherhood, this one more tangible than the last. However, he wasn’t entirely sold on everything he’d accepted along with it, and he was pretty sure you at least suspected that. It threw the previously comfortable confusion that was your relationship off track when it was touched on.

“No, it’s not.” was all he could manage.

It was quiet for a beat, the simmering of the food and quiet Neo Soul the only sounds.

“Well,” you started, turning off the burner. “At least you don’t have to eat like a ‘we got food at the house’ meme for once.”

He laughed, a genuine and needed laugh. “Ok, you know what? Keep talking about my pantry stocking skills, and I might take it personally.”

The rest of his night went that way. Anytime you and Angel got together, things were just…easy…better. You spent the evening eating in front of the TV (Angel getting all the way to thirds for what turned out to be olive chicken and roasted potatoes), trading jokes, and going over the finer points of Golden Girls. Angel learned you took it very seriously, and mocked you for being “old”.

It wasn’t until you were nodding off, and he was left with his own thoughts, that he realized he hadn’t enjoyed coming home this much since he moved in.

Tues:

Angel had dreamed he’d been back in his childhood home, but as a grown man. There was music coming from his parent’s room, and when he got to the doorway, his mom was at her dressing table. She hummed along to the soulful seventies music and smiled at him from the mirror. She said something, but he couldn’t make it out, and woke up in the frustration.

He jerked up from his position on his stomach, and slowly came to. With a grunt he wiped his hand down his face, glancing at his phone to find it was six in the afternoon.

It then occurred to him the music wasn’t just in his dream, it was coming from his bathroom. He got off the couch and followed the sound.

“Hey coma head.” you grinned at him from where you were doing your makeup.

He shook his head, trying to let go of the last vestiges of the dream, and how eerie the scene before him was.

He focused instead on the nightmare of products and alien looking tools surrounding you.

He kind of liked the mess, even if he couldn’t see the counter anymore.

“Hey hurricane Ulta.”

You made a face that was a cross between being amused and suspicious. “You sleep in your jeans and buy your shirts in pack form. Don’t act like you know what that is.”

He made a face of mock offense. “That’s so classist.”

This time you paused completely in you what you were doing and twisted your body to meet him. “Uh oh…let me find out you’re actually learning something from EZ.”

“Angel Reyes can know something about something, damn.”

You laughed, lowering your hands from where you’d been lining your eyes to avoid a mistake. “I’m only teasing you Angel Reyes.”

“Looks like you plan on teasing more than me. Some clown is gonna get his hopes and tiny dick up for nothing.”

“There’s this new club in the city that Belinda’s getting us into. It’s bad luck to buy your own drinks on the first night at a new place.” you adjusted the bodycon mini-dress for emphasis. “You doing anything?”

“Club shit.” he started picking through the products, sniffing them every so often. “Then I think I’ve got a call with Nails at some point.”

“You think?” you popped his hands when he got too close to the good stuff, or the things you were using currently.

“Yeah..I think.” he shrugged, only realizing how short he sounded when you winced.

He didn’t know why he got so annoyed when she was brought up around you. He wasn’t like that with anyone else, and he knew you were only trying to support his incoming changes.

“Ok..”

Awkward silence settled in before he found the words to break it.

“Why do you wanna know? You want me to be that clown?”

“Never.” you pinched his cheek, tone pure saccharine jest.

He muttered in Spanish, stepping around you to the toilet.

“Angel!” you exclaimed.

“What?! It’s my bathroom, I have to piss.”

“You better never make me angry Reyes, I could end your whole Casanova game with ease."

Wed:

“You holding on a little tight there mami!” Angel called over his shoulder with a laugh. “You said go fast."

“Shut up!” you giggled, but he wasn’t lying.

You’d asked Angel to take you to work on his bike since even though you spent so much time with bikers, you hardly got to ride one. You were going to the same place anyways. He had been all too happy to shake up his commute, but your speed challenge took it over the top.

He didn’t know how you were up so early, he personally felt like the bags under his eyes were like a PEZ dispenser. You’d gotten in at two am, and still got up with him at eight.

He loved watching you in the morning, you managed to be cheerful without being obnoxious, and it worked better than coffee for him.

He loved how much he was learning about you.

As he pulled onto the street beside the cafe you’d asked him to stop at, he felt your arms uncoil from around him. He may have pretended to shift just to make you pause and hold him a few seconds longer, but he wasn’t going to acknowledge that.

“I didn’t scream, and I’m not shaking, so you still have to buy my breakfast.” You unclipped your helmet, grinning the whole time.

You looked so pretty to him, with the sun hitting your eyes and hair just right. He could catch you at just the right moment, and you’d look so gorgeous, he struggled to believe you were real.

He cleared his throat, afraid his voice would crack if he didn’t. “Fair enough, come break my pockets then.”

You laughed, squeezing his chin and pointing out his pout. “You don’t even have to tell me once sir, I know my worth.”

Once inside, he trailed after you to the counter, using your head like an arm rest when you reached it. “That’s good.”

“Boy!” You swatted his hand away, and it was his turn to laugh at your adorable pout.

“New bet,” he stepped around you while the customer ahead of you wrapped up. “If I get your entire order just right, you buy lunch.”

“Deal.” you leaned on the counter, eyebrow raised at him in challenge.

Angel knew the best part of his day would be watching your expression go from smug to shocked out of the corner of his eye. He nailed every pastry, the iced coffee, and their preparation with ease.

The simultaneously impressed and amused barista looked to you for confirmation. She got a shocked nod in response.

“I know my worth too mama, so don’t skimp on lunch.”

“Fair enough.” You shook off your shock as you repeated his earlier words and shrugged. “Can’t complain I guess. I trained my work husband too well.”

He scoffed loudly, and the two of you went back to swapping smart ass barbs while he tried to ignore the lingering dip his stomach did when referred to him as “husband”.

Thurs:

Angel was a grown man, with years of grown man experience, yet he was sitting on the edge of his bed feeling like a teenager again.

The end of your stay was nearing, and every time he thought about you going back home, he felt weird. He was pretty sure that’s why he’d been a little snappy and annoyed easily at the club the past couple days. He just wasn’t ready to delve into that too much.

Regardless, he had to admit you had some growing effect over him. All morning, while he should’ve been resting and preparing for a charter visit, he was fighting off hard-ons thanks to you.

“Can I borrow your kitchen for the day Angel?” He mimicked your voice in a nasally mocking tone. “I’ll save you some when I’m done baking.”

He’d thought nothing of it when you asked the night before. Really didn’t even feel like you had to at that point.

He realized why when he saw that the desserts you were making for your friend’s brunch were elaborate as hell. The effort took all your attention, and unfortunately for him, his too.

You were baking a lot more than dessert and didn’t even know it.

Now he was hiding in his room, fighting off arousal he knew wasn’t appropriate. You weren’t his and he wasn’t yours.

That didn’t change the fact that you in a short silk lounge set, singing in French (how the hell did you know French?), doing domestic things in his home, did it for him.

He ran a hand over his hair, still damp from his cold shower, and forced himself to finish getting dressed. He had to be ready to face a room of dangerous bikers and prove his patched in worth. He couldn’t be thinking of weird little fantasies and parallels to his parent’s marriage.

He must’ve zoned out again, because you startled him enough to almost make him hit his wardrobe.

“Oh my god Angel try this! I think I did magic.” You excitedly thrust a red cookie his way.

Angel took the offered treat, and found it was a red velvet cookie. “It’s fucking good mi dulce.”

“Really?” You looked so hopeful, so beautiful, that he would’ve lied if the situation called for it.

“Yes, but you know you kill it in the kitchen.” He turned away to put on the flannel he’d fished out.

Now you were in his personal space, smelling amazing, and all his senses were under attack. He couldn’t trust Angel jr. at the moment.

“Baking is different. It’s a whole thing for me...I go all in.”

“I noticed your little Broadway production in my kitchen.” He kneeled down, pretending to look for his shoes as something to do while you were there.

“Don’t shame me.” You pressed your foot into his back, gently pushing him. “It makes for better results.”

‘shit.’ He cursed mentally at the contact.

Luckily, he heard you turn to leave the room. “Oh, EZ said to tell you to hurry up or pick up your phone.”

He rose up once you were gone and checked his phone. Sure enough, he had several missed calls and texts from Gilly, Coco, and EZ. He cursed aloud this time and finished getting ready, determined not to get distracted again.

Of course, his boys having to physically come in and get him when he did just that destroyed that promise.

Fri:

It had come down to the last night of your stay with him, and what he thought was a favor to a good friend, turned out to be more for his benefit.

The hell with the club seemed so far away when he was home now, and he’d laughed more times that week than he had the previous few months total.

Tonight though… Tonight had him so in his head he didn’t know if he was coming or going.

You, sensing something was going on with him, had invited EZ and Felipe to dinner. He didn’t know how you got the latter to agree, his dad had never even been in his home before, but you did it. It went over a hell of a lot better than the last time they tried it too.

The missteps that reared their head when his family tried to talk to each other at length were mitigated by you. You were the perfect buffer, able to get them to engage with you and then each other.

He saw his family in an unfamiliar, but favorable light. His father was actually enjoying his time with him in his house. He knew that night wouldn’t have happened if not for you.

Now, as he distractedly dried the dishes you’d washed, listening to you hit all of the high notes in Loving You, it hit him.

‘She should be my wife’ the thought came so quick, and was so loud he almost jumped, confused if it came from him or someone else.

“Hey dishwasher-less!” you nudged him with your hip. “Move those hands.”

“Why can’t we be a thing?” he blurted.

You dropped the silverware you’d been washing, eyes wide and focused on him. “Um..excuse m-…what?”

He knew that wasn’t the most tactful way to introduce his thoughts to you, but it was his way. Fuck…he didn’t even understand them fully himself.

“You heard me querida,” he put the dish down on the counter, turning to you. “When I stayed with you that weekend that my head was all fucked up-“

“Angel.” your tone made it a warning, but he kept going. He was never afraid of a challenge.

“I was inside you so much that weekend I forgot that’s not how I came in this world. I can’t believe I’m saying it out loud, but I felt home cause I was with you-”

“Stop it!” you hit the sink, rattling the contents.

“Fuck that!” he shouted back, startling you both. He stayed silent for a moment before speaking in a calmer tone. “Fuck that. Why can’t we talk about it? Why couldn’t we talk about it then?”

You didn’t say anything, but he saw your chest heaving with adrenaline, and realized you were just as affected by the conversation as he was.

“You just decided it didn’t matter and put it in this space we can’t touch now. It’s all fucked up!”

“Because,” you hissed. “If you remember, it was all over that Adelita chick, and I don’t know what kind of hold she has or had over you, but it was deep.”

He cringed at that, and turned his attention to the light fixture over your head, unable to meet your heated gaze.

“Whatever feelings I have for you Angel, I put them away in a place where I can still be your friend and keep things in perspective.”

“Feelings you have for me?” he latched on to the lack of past tense, hopeful.

You inhaled sharply. “You are having a baby and just got engaged. What is wrong with you?”

“Nothing..I mean a lot, but nothing to do with this. I know-“

“I know,” you pushed away from the sink and reached up to cup his cheeks. “That you’re scared Angel. You’re scared, because you’re gonna take two steps you’ve never taken before at once, and you’re trying to sabotage it.”

He shook his head, taking your hands from his face and holding them tightly in his own. “No..mi dulce, no. I’ve been struggling with this all week, longer if I’m being honest. Tonight sealed it.”

You snorted humorlessly, looking around the kitchen as if something in the room would help you get through to him. “I cook you some big boy meals, and treat your speakers to some musical taste, and you’re ready for vows?”

“Don’t put this all on me. Tell me you don’t feel it. Right here and now, to my face.”

He watched your expression soften, and let you put one hand back on his face, your thumb gently stroking his cheek. “Ok, I can’t do that, but I also can’t just fall into a situation with you either.”

He scoffed and shook his head. “We both know we didn’t just fall into anything. We sat here and let it build and didn’t say shit, and now I have to. This week just made it too real not to.”

He placed his forehead to yours, his own hands cupping your face. “Please…”

He watched you have an internal battle by your changing features before you finally leaned into him. The moment you did, his lips were on yours.

He knew it was more than just a kiss a few seconds in. Everything he’d felt that the previous week was alive and confirmed between you too. He could feel you telling him you had moments like his own.

He palmed your thighs under your sundress before grasping them tightly and lifting you up. He placed you on the counter while you two separated for air. Your chests heaved in unison, and neither of you had to say you wanted the other touching you again before it happened.

He gripped your hair, tilting your head back for access to your neck. The smell of vanilla and cocoa butter surrounded him as he worked his mark all over your skin.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, and you pressed yourself against his jeans.

He hated he couldn’t feel the heat he knew was emitting from your core through the thick material of his jeans, and slid his other hand up your thigh to your panties.

Your entire body twitched when he ran his fingers over you through the thin cloth. It wasn’t just hot it was soaked.

“You need me that bad mami?” he pulled away from your neck, satisfied with his work, and beginning to work at his jeans.

“And quick.” you breathed into his ear, your tone and the sensation making him shudder.

The ache against his jeans didn’t need to be told twice to find its way into your heat. He slid your panties to side and pressed his thumb against you. You jumped, whimpering your need again, and he pulled your panties way from you.

You’d gotten them around one ankle before he was inside of you, and they were no longer your focus.

You clung to each other so tightly there’d be evidence on both of you.

In the quiet, he wondered if your mind was racing with the same thoughts that his was. What now? How do we get this again?

He pressed kisses to your cheek just as he started to move. You inhaled, your nails sliding down his back. Not quite catching the skin, but enough to set him on fire all the same.

He mapped out a rhythm by your whimpers and how you grasped at him until he crafted the right one.

This was the conversation he’d needed. Every thrust from him, every cry from you, every bit of give and take to heighten the other’s pleasure. The two of you were admitting that everything that was between you was deeper, realer than you’d wanted to admit. He loved you, and you loved him, and you were engraving that on one another.

The flirtation, the way you could be yourselves around each other, the heatless jabs. Good friends was always a ruse.

Your face was buried in his neck, and when he felt dampness he knew came from your tears, he hiked your legs higher, moving deeper.

You cried out so loudly it echoed in the kitchen, drowning out the soft crooning of an eighties songstress.

“I know baby, I feel it too.” his voice was choked by the threat of tears of his own.

He’d never been here before. Not with Adelita, not even close with Nails. He was terrified. Terrified for it to end because he never felt so good. Terrified for it to end because it might never happen again.

“Angel..” your voice sounded so small, but it was strong enough to anchor him back with you. “I’m close, I’m so close.”

“Let go,” he encouraged. “Let me have it querida.”

Your body seized up with your release, his name the only thing he caught in your unintelligible babble.

You clenched up repeatedly in the aftershocks, and that drug him over the edge with you, biting your shoulder.

His vision tunneled, pinpricks of pleasure traveling up and down his spine. Your hands smoothed up and down the area, and he realized it was because he was shuddering.

He gripped the counter for support, pulling back slowly. He was searching for a way to ask if he’d changed your mind, but the act hadn’t made words for his thoughts any easier to find.

It didn’t matter, before he could even speak you stopped him. Your eyes were glazed over with tears that had nothing to do with pleasure this time.

“That was all that I can give you Angel. It’s not right, none of this is, but it’s all I can give you.”

AN:

Am I the only one who wishes she had reference photos for their home/club layouts? Lol, it’s such a weird non-factor thing, but still. From memory, I’m pretty sure Angel only has one bedroom though.

No shade, no hate but this was partially inspired by how over Nails Angel looked when she was putting her back into it….🥴

I played with a few canon-timeline things + knocked the dust off my smut writing ability (I’m going under my humiliation rock now, no calls plz)

[wisewidow]

Hello, Your Parents Want Me To Have Your Babies

PAIRING: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

SUMMARY: Melina, my workplace’s neighbour, wants to set me up with her daughter.

I'd only ever hear about Natasha every couple of weeks, when her adoptive father, the mechanic that owned the garage workshop beside my father's cafe slash bar, met up with my uncle for beers one day last year. Ever since then, our families have been loosely intertwined, friendly but not too close. Alexei fixed my mom's wrecked car for a cheap price, in return I let his youngest daughter Yelena have free coffees whenever she pops over.

From what my father told me, Alexei's entire family, including his wife, were all involved in the family business of repairing cars, except for his eldest daughter: Natasha, who turned out to be an FBI agent living in Quantico. Dad says they're proud of her but they miss her.

"(Y/N)," my brother calls from the kitchen. I put down my phone and find him balancing three plates of sandwiches and a salad in his spindly arms.

He opens his mouth to explain the orders, but I cut him off.

"Alexei," I say, pointing to the bacon and egg sandwich. "A salad for Melina. The tuna and tomato roll is Yelena's. Did they want drinks?"

Peter nods. "Four coffees and a large bottle of water, they already have them."

I ruffle his hair to thank him and grab the plates, balancing the third on my forearm until I can place it on a tray. I carry it outside, years of waitressing practice keeping it balanced, and head towards the garage.

"Melina?" I call. Moments later the raven haired woman slips out of the office and smiles. She yells something in Russian that causes Yelena to slide out from under a silver BMW, covered in black grease. Alexei appears moments later wielding a spanner.

They hound me for their orders, gratefully patting my shoulder and carrying their food away to their separate stations. Yelena disappears into the shadows with her sandwich, and her father to his desk, but Melina simply brightens and says, "(Y/N), have you heard? Natalia is visiting."

"Yes!" Alexei yells around a mouthful of bread. "Family, reunion! Grandbabies!"

Melina hisses something in their mother tongue. I laugh, and then ask if Natasha was bringing her kids, though I wasn't aware she had any.

"He means nothing of it, Natalia is focused on work at the moment. Too focused, I think. No babies. No partner."

"Tell her about her penthouse!" Alexei encourages.

Melina flaps a hand at him in irritation. "Yes, well, she has broken up with Bruce, the shy scientist from work. And then Sharon, charming field operative, also from work. And now she refuses to date. Because of work."

I chuckle nervously. "Where are you going with this?"

Melina smiles innocently. "Nowhere. What happened to your last girlfriend, again? Your father mentioned something about . . ."  The look in her eyes is enough to egg me on, though the subject is one I rarely speak of these days.

Rubbing the back of my neck, I say, "Carol left to travel Europe."

"Shame," she nods sympathetically. "You don't seem bothered. Are you not looking for a relationship?"

"Not actively, but I'm sure another troublemaker will find me. I don't have a good track record of steady relationships," I admit.

"Neither does Natalia!" Alexei shouts.

"Oh!" I say. "Does she want Carol's number? Or my friend Harley, she's not looking for commitment."

Yelena snickers. Alexei frowns. Melina chuckles. "No, no, Natalia needs someone she doesn't work with, and you need someone serious, and we need grandbabies before we die, since Yelena neglects it."

I flush a bright red. "Grandb— I'm— okay, first of all, neither of us have the equipment for that—"

"Neither did Dad," Yelena pipes up, referring to the fact that she and her sister were adopted.

"Hey!"

"(Y/N)!" Peter calls, rounding the corner. "Ned's coming over to pick me up, we need to finish our physics project. Uncle Ben should be here soon, can you manage the bar until he gets here?"

I jump onto the excuse and yell back affirmation, say a quick goodbye to Melina before speed-walking back to the cafe.

Peter leaves with Ned soon after, and Ben arrives at around the same time. I move to the kitchens while he takes over serving our regulars, as he's friendlier with them than me.

I work on making more sandwiches and tapas meals until four, when my shift ends. I kiss Uncle Ben on the cheek and head home.

The smell of paprikash greets me as I unlock the door to my apartment, which I guess means that my roommate is home. I call out a hello to her and head to the shower.

I groan happily as the hot water rains down on my front. I close my eyes and lean my head back, thinking over how strange the day had been, and lose myself in a trance of relaxation.

"(Y/N/N)!" Wanda barges in. I jump and almost slip grabbing the shower curtain to cover my body as I peek out at her.

"I'm naked," I hiss.

She ignores me and holds up two clothes hangers. "Pantsuit or dress?"

I push my wet hair out of my face. "Uh, are you bar-hopping with Vision or going to a family dinner?"

"Get together with some friends," she explains. "Vis, Sam, Steve and some guy named Bucky who I'm informed we're supposed to be pretending Steve isn't in love with, do you know him?"

"Nope."

"Okay, well, he's bringing some friends, so I'm bringing you. Don't make that face, you know almost everyone."

"I don't feel like getting drunk," I complain.

"Good! You can be the designated driver. Pantsuit or dress?"

Grumbling, I tell her, "Dress."

"Okay, thanks, you wear the pantsuit, be ready by seven. May the Force be with you!"

She ducks as I throw my shampoo bottle at her. We bicker and mock and tease as I pat myself dry and she changes into the scarlet dress.  While she braids her hair, I carefully slip into the navy and white striped pantsuit, and we move into her bedroom to make use of her vanity, since the sun's lowering position in the sky shone straight into the window while my room would be encased in dimness by now. I sit in the chair and she leans over me, brushing her eyelashes with delicate mascara.  We fall into our normal going-out-getting-ready rhythm, periodically handing each other different brushes, comparing lipstick shades, and commenting on our days. She tells me about her brother's latest shenanigans and I make the grave mistake of commenting on Melina's attempted set-up earlier today, much to Wanda's entertainment. The two had never met but they both shared the pure ecstasy that came with matchmaking involving me.

"Do you think she's pretty?" Wanda wonders.

"I've seen photos," I shrug. "She's a redhead. Yelena says she changes hairstyles often."

"That doesn't answer my question! Pretty redhead or no?"

"They were baby photos, Wanda! I didn't have an opinion on her looks past the Wonder Woman pajamas."

She hums, and turns to draw a small heart under my left eye with her gel liner pen. "It would be nice if you wound up with her, but if you do fall madly in love with her beautiful red locks and decide to move to Washington to marry her and have her babies, I will murder you. You pay your rent on time and you're fun and please, please do not make me move back in with my brother."

"Why does everyone keep bringing up babies?" I yell.

An hour later we're pulling up to the bar in the back of  a cab arguing about getting a cat. The debate of whose bathroom would host the litter tray is interrupted by Wanda spotting Vision through the window and quickly smacking my arm and hissing at me to hurry up and pay so she can sneak in and scare him. Unfortunately, I can't locate my purse inside my bag.

"(Y/N), (Y/N), go, go, go . . ."

"Wanda, Wanda, going, going, going . . . Aha!" I pay the driver and find myself being ushered inside before I can put my purse back in my bag.

Sam, a friend of Wanda's from college, ends up foiling her evil master plan by pointing her out as soon as she walks in the door. Vision, being a good sport, pretends to be startled when she yells "BOO!" in his ear. As she cackles manically before sliding into the chair beside him, I notice the only free space is by the pretty blonde woman beside a man with brown hair pulled into a bun.

"Oh, look who I dragged out with me!" Wanda exclaims, taking a sip of Vision's drink and making a grand gesture with her hands. "(Y/N)!"

I'm greeted with a chorus of hello's. I bow and grin as I sit by the woman and offer a polite smile. Steve leans over points to the brunet man. "This is Bucky, we were close as friends. As kids. We were close as friends, when we were kids."

Sam snorts into his beer.

Steve clears his throat awkwardly. "And this is his partner from work, Nat."

I get a closer inspection and my eyes widen in shock. "Natalia?"

"Her name is Natasha." Steve corrects.

"I thought her name was Natalie?" Vision frowns.

"She goes by Nat, who cares?" Sam shrugs.

"Natalia Alianovna Romanova?" Wanda yelps. "(Y/N)! You didn't tell me this was the Natalia!"

"The what? I— Do I know you two?" Natasha asks, bewildered.

"Not me!" Wanda says, and then makes a motion for zipping her lips shut.

Everyone turns to me. I chuckle nervously. "I should probably explain. Hi, I'm (Y/N), your parents want me to have your babies."

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hi!! i just wanna say i love your writings sm!! and umm,, is it okay if i request a scenario/headcanon of oikawa's reaction about finding out his gf who is sugawara's younger sister and sugawara's reaction finding out that his sister and oikawa is in a relationship? oh, sugawara found out when karasuno was first meeting seijoh for the practice match! if you dont mind doing this and i hope its not too confusing and too much;; ps. i really really really LOVE your writings! keep up the good work!!

Your Boyfriend’s Who? (Oikawa x reader) 

the one in which Sugawara finds out his little sister is dating the star setter of Aoba Joshai~

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“Suga! What did you do to make Y/N cry again?” 

“What are you-?” The gray-haired setter narrows his eyes at your sniffling figure behind the back of his team captain, hanging his head before releasing a deep sigh when you grin, signaling they had been crocodile tears all along. Daichi continues to stare at him scarily with crossed arms as you tug on the captain’s sleeve “sadly”. 

“I told her she had to sit in the stands and not bother those three on the lineup!” Suga juts his chin in the direction of said three as Ennoshita boos along with Narita and Kinoshita. 

“Booooo, we already told you she wouldn’t bother us.”

“Y/N could always sit with me.” Kiyoko pipes up and your eyes glimmer with hope as Suga groans dramatically with a hand on his forehead as the team finishes unloading their stuff from the bus. 

“Kiyoko please not you too-” 

“The council has spoken!” Tanaka booms as he lift you up onto his shoulders, your fellow first years holding in their laughs at the look of dismay on Tsukishima’s face as passerbys ogle the team oddly. 

“What are you even doing here?” Suga questions with an eyebrow arched, and you grin a little sheepishly as you rest your chin on Tanaka’s shaved head. Daichi palms his face, wondering why your brother wouldn’t ask that question as soon as he saw you on the bus. 

“Um, when you asked mom to sign that paper excusing you from classes she signed one for me too-”

“Mom what-”

“She’s smart. Let her have this.” Tanaka sticks his tongue out as you mirror that action, and Suga groans as Daichi sends you a look saying don’t do it again.

“Sorry Suga-nii.” You mock pout at your brother’s defeat as Suga clicks his tongue, but says nothing as you all file into the practice court, your face blanching when you realize just what school you had snuck your way into. 

“On second thought, I want to go sit in the stands with the rest of the audience-” 

“What? No, stay- you gave everyone the trouble.” Suga scolds as he sits you down on the bench next to Kiyoko like a child. “Now don’t make even more.” 

At your pout, Suga hesitates before kissing the top of your head and jogging off to the court. “Be good. Watch her like a hawk, Kiyoko.” 

“Stop acting like I’m some sort of criminal!” 

“You are a criminal.” Suga calls back as you deflate, Kiyoko giggling by your side as she tilts her head in question. 

“Why would you want to go sit in the stands, Y/N-chan? Didn’t you want to watch up close?” 

“That was before I realized what school Karasuno had a practice match with.” You look around nervously, deeming it fine as long as that certain someone took a hint and didn’t approach you during the match. 

“What’s wrong with Seijoh?” Kiyoko questions further as you lean into her shoulder as the team begins warming up, and you let out a nervous chuckle before leaning in to whisper in her ear, cupping your mouth. 

“My boyfriend goes here, and he may or may not be on Aoba Joshai’s volleyball team-” 

“You have a boy-?!” 

“Sh!” You put a finger to your lips, glancing around worriedly before nodding your head yes. “But I don’t think he’s dumb enough to come up to me-” 

“Think? Suga and Daichi would rip him to shreds!” 

“True, but I’d like to give him a smidge of credit.” You shrug, frowning in worry as Seijoh comes out onto the court, the bestfriend of your boyfriend raising his eyebrows in surprise as Iwaizumi stalls for a second. 

You panic when Hanamaki and Matsukawa raise a hand to you in greeting, grins faltering when you make a cutting motion with your hand across your neck, waving it back and forth while mouthing you don’t know me.

Looks of realization pass the third-years faces as Matsukawa and Hanamaki laugh, Iwaizumi sighing and hanging his head while massaging his temple. You grin nervously as Iwaizumi sends you a message, tapping away on his phone. 

Your team doesn’t know? 

-Worse, my team and my brother don’t know. 

You’re so dead. 

-Where even is he?

Coming l8r.

-That’s good then, right? 

Iwaizumi pockets his phone into his gym bag after scoffing at your message, shooting you a warning look like this won’t end well as you wave it off, the match finally starting after Karasuno finishes warming up. 

You keep worriedly glancing at the entrances to the school as Hinata and Kageyama help pull a good lead over the opposing team, Kiyoko not being able to hide her hum of amusement. 

“Scared?” 

“Very.” You bite your thumb, noticing that the game was near it’s end before relaxing a little. “Maybe he won’t even play-?” 

“Coach! I’m here!” 

“Ooooor maybe not.” You sink in your seat, spinning around in the other direction to face away from Oikawa Tooru as Kiyoko lets loose a few more giggles. 

“That’s him?” 

“...yeah.” You cover your face in embarrassment as you wonder if this was the day your brother finally disowned you.

“He’s...a crazy good player.” You hear Takeda-sensei mumble, and you can’t help but glance behind you to see your boyfriend in action. To your absolute dismay, chocolate eyes met yours as you spin back around quickly, heart hammering in your chest after seeing that Oikawa had smiled immediately at the sight of you. 

“...he saw you, didn’t he?” Kiyoko whispers as you nod, saying your prayers as the game finally ends. You flinch when Suga’s voice sounds behind you, the players all gathering around for towels and water as you sheepishly turn back around for the umpteenth time. 

“What’s with you, oh wonderful sibling of mine?” Suga quips, handing you one of the few juices in the cooler as you laugh, a bit too loudly before poking the hole with the straw. 

“Nothing. Good job win-huh?” Your eyes widen when you see that the score gap had been lessened drastically, Karasuno just barely pulling ahead by a few points as pride flutters in your stomach at your boyfriend’s doing. 

“Ugh, I’m tired.” Suga collapses next to you, leaning his head on your shoulder as you go to shove him off. 

“You didn’t even play-” 

“Just shut up and let me sleep.” 

“Y/N, what do you wanna eat-?” Daichi begins to question, before a voice so familiar sounds that almost has you running out of your seat, not prepared at all. 

“You came with the team to see me, Y/N-chan?” Oikawa’s head pops up between Kageyama and Tsukishima, easy grin faltering at the sight of your brother’s head on your shoulder. 

Oh this would not end well at all. 

“Y/N...chan...?” Suga lifts his head, eyes questioning as he turns to you. “You know him?” 

“I’d appreciate it if you weren’t so buddy-buddy with my girlfriend, you a classmate of hers?” Oikawa tilts his head, grinning with no kindness behind it as you put your face in your hands. 

You can feel Suga’s burning stare as you escape to hide behind a sighing Kiyoko, the entire Karasuno team on edge as Sugawara rises to his feet, holding a hand out to your boyfriend with a matching grin. 

“Try her brother.” 

Oikawa’s face falls, and in any other situation, you would have laughed. 

“You...have a brother?” 

“You’re dating the setter of Seijoh?!” 

“Ladies please, not all at once.” You attempt to joke, Tanaka the only one to throw his head back in laughter as Kiyoko stifles a laugh into her palm. 

“Okay, yes to both of you.” You go to stand next to Oikawa with a sigh, looping your arm with his before offering a sheepish smile. The cat was out of the bag, anyways. “Everyone, meet Oikawa Tooru, my acquaintance-”

“Her boyfriend. Pleasure to meet everyone!” Oikawa corrects as you nudge him, the setter moving to interlace your fingers with his before pulling you to his side, eyes narrowing at the sight of Kageyama. 

“Nice to see you again, Kageyama-Kun.” 

You sigh at the fact that there was more tension between him and his junior than there was with your brother before swatting Oikawa in the side, him whining before pouting at you. 

“Do you even love me?!” 

“Of course I do...don’t. Of course I don’t.” You falter at the hardened gazes of both Daichi and Suga as Tsukishima whistles lowly, enjoying the drama as Yamaguchi nudges him in disapproval. 

The silence that settles isn’t a pretty one as Oikawa chuckles a tad nervously, kissing your cheek before spinning on his heel. 

“I’ll take you out after this-?” 

“She’ll be eating with us, thanks though.” Daichi cuts him off as you groan, mouthing a yes behind his back before Oikawa’s lips stretch into a half-smile before nodding once to your brother. He waves backwards as he walks off to his team. 

You smile in thanks to both Hanamaki and Matsukawa who were both sending sorry stares to you while Iwaizumi rightfully hit Oikawa upside the head for his stupidity, scolding him about telling him not to as Oikawa whines. 

“So,” 

You hide even further behind Kiyoko with a I can explain kind of smile fills your features as Suga crosses his arms, the entire Karasuno team looking at you in accusation. Your brother’s lips stretch into a kind smile as he tilts his head, Daichi and Kageyama crossing their arms beside him. 

“You have a lot of explaining to do.” 

“Before or after my date with my hot setter boyfriend-” 

Needless to say, the surprise meeting between your brother and boyfriend from rival teams did not go over the team of Karasuno too well. 

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