#shes like please take care of this im super busy. followed her word to the letter. hey please dont do that again its a conflict of interest

[lavender---sunshine]

I do not have to be to work for 2 hours and I'm already irritated about it

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

ok im an absolute sucker for the “only one bed” trope, so….

could i please request a reader x ethan fic where there has already been a lot of mutual pining (maybe they were childhood best friends that have had feelings for the longest time ✋😩) and the final straw to all that sexual tension is possibly there being an argument or some angst and then having to share that room, being in such close proximity. Ends in smut please (been loving the switch!ethan btw)!

please and thank you 😩🙏

Jesus, this is a long one and I'm SO SORRY if that isn't what you wanted. I've literally tried to rewrite this 3 times but I had to build up the little angsty moments and all that stuff.

The Best Thing - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: You and your friends go to a cabin for a week-long summer vacation. When plans change and you overhear that Ethan's upset about sharing a bed with you, it causes some issues in your friendship.

Contains: fluff, mutual-pining, angst, oral - both m and f receiving, p in v, unprotected-ish sex(reader's on birth control and pull out game is strong), kinda-rough sex, dom-ish Ethan. idk where the fuck I was going with this🥴

A/N: I'd like to apologize to those of you that like to read my stuff but don't like them to be super long. This is 7.6k words, so my bad🙃

For summer break, you and your friends decided to take a trip to the mountains, wanting fresh air and a calm environment in comparison to the current busy city you were in. After weeks of looking into cabins, you went with a cute 3-bedroom with a hot tub on the balcony that had a perfect view of the mountain line.

You were surprised that Sam was okay with Tara going without her, but the anxiety was apparent on the older sister’s face as she walked out of her bedroom in her pajamas carrying a taser in one hand and pepper spray in the other.

“I don’t like that you’re going without me, but I’ll feel a little better if you take these,” Sam said, dropping them into Tara’s purse.

“We’re just six teenagers going to the mountains to relax. What’s the worst thing that could happen?” Tara asked, as Mindy and Anika walked in.

“Have you ever watched a horror movie?” Mindy questioned, making Sam roll her eyes at the comment before looking back to Tara.

“You aren’t helping, Mindy,” Tara said, before directing her attention to Sam. “We’ll be safe, I promise.”

“You won’t have cell service up there…Fuck, please just find a way to call me every now and then so I know you’re okay,” Sam said, the stress obvious in her voice. “Please remind her,” she said to you, as she started to head back to her room.

“I will,” you promised, as Sam looked back to you and nodded.

After Sam closed her bedroom door, Tara started to whisper-yell at Mindy.

“What the fuck was that?”

“Sorry, I wasn’t thinking,” Mindy sighed, “The guys are outside by the way.” You soon heard the front door open, and listened to Ethan’s groggy voice as he complained about having to get up at six in the morning. “Well, they were outside.”

“Are you guys coming? We need to stop for coffee, or energy drinks. I don’t care, I just need caffeine,” Chad said, before glancing at you and Tara’s bags on the ground. “You know we’re only going for a week, right?”

“Hey, it’s not that much stuff,” she smiled, walking over to kiss him. “We were hoping you two wouldn’t mind helping us carry our bags down.”

“Anything for you, babe,” Chad said, as Mindy made a fake-gag noise.

“Don’t act like you and Anika aren’t going to be acting all sweet and shit with each other,” you laughed, looking towards Ethan, “We are the fifth and sixth wheels on this trip.”

“As long as have you so I won’t be bored, that’s all that matters,” Ethan said, a sleepy smile playing on his lips. “I’ll grab your stuff.”

“Thanks,” you said, as he lifted your bag and walked towards the door.

You grabbed your pillow and blanket off the couch before you followed him, desperate to squeeze in a few more hours of sleep on the drive. Fortunately, Chad’s SUV had third-row seating, so you didn’t have to take two separate cars. You decided the back row was the perfect place for you as Ethan loaded your stuff. He crawled in the back with you, waiting for the rest of your friends to come down.

“Are you sleepy?” he asked, as you laid your pillow against the back window and snuggled up.

“Mhm,” you responded, as he started to laugh.

“Chad made this obnoxious road trip playlist. You’re not going to be getting any sleep.”

“Fuck,” you sighed, “I guess I can nap when we get there.”

“Yeah, like you won’t be wired after the coffee,” Ethan said, his knowing smile making you roll your eyes.

You’d been friends with Ethan since you were toddlers. He knew you better than anyone else, and it could get a little annoying at times. He always seemed to know what your exact reaction would be to everything. He knew all your secrets, and you knew all of his. Well, almost all of them. He’d had feelings for you for years, but the possibility of rejection and damage to the friendship has helped him keep that secret tucked away.

“Hey,” Anika smiled as she crawled in the second row as you and Ethan gave a small wave. Mindy slid in beside her, as Chad struggled to load Tara’s stuff in the back with everyone else’s.

“Seriously, babe. Why do you need all of this?” he huffed, adjusting the bags that were already put away like some complicated game of Tetris.

“You never know when you might need extra clothes,” Tara laughed, leaving him to figure it out.

“Ethan, can I put one of these bags back there with you guys?” Chad asked, after a few minutes of him trying to make everything fit.

“Yeah,” he responded, before looking over to you. “It looks like we’ll be really close on this five-hour drive.”

“I could just sit on your lap,” you suggested, as his eyes went wide. “I’m kidding, Ethan.”

He almost wished you weren’t kidding, wanting to be as close to you as he possibly could. Your random little sweet touches here and there had him constantly craving more, constantly craving you.

Chad passed Mindy the extra suitcase, then she struggled to pass it back to Ethan. He took it from her, the space it was taking up making him scoot even closer to you.

“Sorry,” he said, “I can always move up to Mindy and Anika’s row if you need the space.”

“Then who’s going to show me memes on the way there?” you asked, as he slid his phone out of his pocket.

“I saved so many good ones to show you.”

Once you hit the road, Chad wanted to stop by Starbucks. He planned to go through the drive thru, but after Tara mentioned how complicated and potentially messy it would be to pass coffee back to everyone in his spotless car, he decided to park so everyone could go in.

After you ordered and were about to pay for your stuff, Ethan pulled his card out.

“I got it,” he said, putting his card into the reader.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you smiled, “You don’t want anything?”

“I don’t need to. I’ll just steal sips of whatever the iced or frozen thing you ordered,” he said, as the barista handed you a cake pop. “You’re eating that for breakfast?”

“Uh, yeah,” you said, like it was the most obvious answer.

“I think I’m hungry, too. Maybe I should order something,” he said, glancing at the menu.

You held your cake pop closer to him as he smiled and took a bite. You giggled at the crumbs on his bottom lip as he chewed, reaching up to wipe them off with your thumb. The sweet action made his eyes flutter, but he tried to play it off.

“This is so good,” he said, “I’m sorry for judging your breakfast choice.”

“Just make out already,” Mindy said, smirking at the two of you.

“What, I can’t share with my best friend?” you asked, grabbing your drink off the counter as your name was called.

“Best friend my ass,” she said, as she noticed Ethan’s cheeks start to turn pink. “You just wiped his mouth for him. That isn’t really a friend thing.”

“It is for us,” you smiled, taking a sip of your drink.

Ethan was getting uncomfortable under Mindy’s knowing gaze. It was almost like she had the ability in that moment to read his mind and know how he actually felt. He quickly tried to change the subject.

“So, what are we going to do while we’re up there?” he asked, you and Mindy both responding “Relax” at the same time.

“Is that it? You guys don’t want to explore or anything?”

You started to shake your head, “Between the bears, snakes, and whatever the fuck else is out there…I don’t think so.”

“I’d protect you,” he smiled, playfully wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “You know I’ve been going to the gym with Chad, I think I could take on a bear.”

“For someone that’s so smart, your common sense isn’t really there, is it?” Mindy asked, making you laugh.

“You guys are mean. I’m going to the car,” Ethan said, snatching your drink out of your hand before walking away.

“Hey!” you said, chasing after him.

The rest of the friend group walked up to Mindy, watching you try to take your coffee back from Ethan as you walked out.

“I think this vacation is about to be interesting,” Anika said, as Tara started to smile.

“I hope so. You remember the Halloween party where she drank a little too much? She told me she’s had the biggest crush on him for years,” she said, as Chad started to freak out.

“What?! Why didn’t you ever tell me she said that? He thinks he’s in the friend zone.”

“He’s definitely not. They’re practically already together,” Tara shook her head as she laughed, grabbing her drink off the counter. “Don’t say anything, though. Let them figure it out.”

Chad nodded, as the rest of the drinks were called out, “Let’s hit the road.”

After a couple hours of driving, you started to tune out the music, and felt like you could take a short nap. The coffee wasn’t helping as much as you expected it to, probably because Ethan drank half of it. You struggled to get comfortable against the window, until Ethan finally spoke up.

“You could always lay on me, if you want to,” he suggested, as you sleepily turned your body and snuggled up against him. Your head rested against his chest as he slouched in the seat, trying to make you more comfortable. He had a sweet smile on his lips as he looked down at you, studying your peaceful face as you slept.

His smile dropped when he noticed Mindy and Anika had turned around, looking at him questioningly. He held his finger up to his mouth, not wanting them to say anything to wake you up.

It didn’t matter though, because when Chad started to play ‘Life Is a Highway’ for the third time in the drive, you stirred awake and pulled away from Ethan.

“Chad, I swear if you don’t change that song, I’ll throw your phone out the window,” you said, as he started to laugh.

“Someone’s grumpy,” he said, changing the song. “Hey guys, were stopping at the next exit.”

He soon pulled into the gas station, and everyone started to pile out of the car. Before you could walk into the store, a number Tara didn’t recognize popped up on the screen.

“Hello?” she asked, before she started to smile. “Oh, hey. Yeah, we’ll be there soon…wait, what happened?”

You exchanged glances with everyone, unsure of what was going on.

“Does that one still have a good view? And all the things the other cabin had?”

Chad started to shake his head, realizing that the vacation wasn’t going to go as expected. When Tara hung up, all eyes were on her as they waited for her to say what was going on.

“Okay, uh, the cabin we were supposed to stay in got trashed by last night’s guests. The only cabin they had left has three rooms, but they all have one bed.”

Ethan’s heart started to thump in his chest as he listened to her speak. As much as he wanted to share a bed with you, and wanted to be close to you, it was hard for him to hold back, especially when you liked to sleep in the shortest pajama shorts that the bottom of your ass would hang out of. Sometimes he felt like you knew you had the effect on him, the teasing seeming almost intentional at times.

“You okay?” you asked, as he still stood there, deep in thought as the rest of your friends had started to walk away.

“Yeah, I’m good,” he smiled, “Let’s get some snacks.”

Ethan walked towards Chad once you made it inside, and you noticed that he was stressed. You tried to listen but couldn’t really hear anything at first. Then Ethan started to speak a little louder, “I can’t sleep with her. We have to figure something else out. It’d be torture to share a bed with her.” Chad suggested that one of you sleep on the couch, and at that point, you were starting to feel a little hurt. The thoughts of ‘Do I make him uncomfortable?’ and ‘Why can’t he just talk to me about it instead of Chad?’ floating around your head.

You went to Tara, Mindy, and Anika as they grabbed their snacks for the rest of the drive.

“Do you guys mind if I sit with you the rest of the way there?” you asked Mindy, as a confused expression appeared on all of their faces. “I think I’m annoying Ethan.”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Anika said, “But I highly doubt you are.”

“Then why was he just talking to Chad about not wanting to sleep in the same bed with me?”

Tara glanced over to the two boys as Mindy shrugged, “That’s a little weird…but once we get there, you should ask him about it.”

You nodded, before heading to the counter to pay for your stuff. You weren’t sure what Ethan’s problem was. He was okay with you snuggling up to him in the car, but the idea of him sharing a king-sized bed with you was something he didn’t want to do.

When you made it back to the car, Ethan got in first. He was confused when you sat in the second row with Mindy and Anika.

“You’re just going to leave me back here by myself?” he joked, but he was a little sad about it.

“Yeah, girl talk.”

He nodded at your short response, relaxing back into the seat and putting his seatbelt on. Chad gave him a look in the rearview mirror once he noticed the new seating arrangement. Ethan just shrugged, not knowing what was going on.

Chad leaned over to Tara and started to whisper, “What’s their deal?”

“She heard Ethan say he didn’t want to share a bed with her,” she whispered back, as Chad pulled away and sighed.

“You sure we can’t just…I don’t know, interfere a little?” he asked, as Tara shook her head.

“They need to figure it out on their own,” she said, glancing back to you.

“Okay, no more stops. We’ll be there in a little over two hours,” Chad announced, as he pulled back out onto the road.

You could feel Ethan’s eyes on the back of your head as you talked with Mindy and Anika. You felt bad for being a little cold to him, but your feelings were hurt. It’s not something he expected you to hear, but you couldn’t help but wonder if this was how he felt all the time whenever you’d be too close. But if that was the case, why would he suggest that you could sleep on him earlier?

Once you made it to the cabin and everyone started to get out, you looked around as you stretched. You saw another cabin off in the distance but couldn’t see a whole lot from where you were standing other than the trees. When you walked inside, your jaw dropped at the panoramic view out of the huge windows that lined the side of the cabin.

“This is gorgeous!” you said, walking over to the door that led to the deck. It was huge, stretching along the side of the house. There was a table, some rocking chairs, and a hot tub on the end of it.

“Too bad we have to hunt for our own food,” Chad said, as you looked over at him, “Just kidding. There’s a small grocery store not far from here. After we get all the stuff unloaded, we’re going to get what we need.”

Tara soon walked in, standing beside Chad as he put his arm around her.

“Are you mad at Ethan?” she asked, as you shook your head, not wanting to go into detail in front of Chad. “He seemed a little upset.”

“I guess I better go talk to him,” you groaned. You searched the house, seeing Mindy and Anika, but no Ethan. You finally looked outside to see him leaning against the car. He was deep in thought as you walked up to him.

“You should see the view. It’s beautiful,” you said, pulling him out of his thoughts as he looked at you.

“It’s kind of hard to even care about that when my best friend is mad at me,” he said, looking back down to the ground.

“I’m not mad,” you said, the cheeriness of your voice sounding fake.

“So, you’re mad and you’re lying to me. Cool,” he mumbled, pushing himself off the car and heading towards the back of it.

You followed after him, “I just thought we were getting a little too cozy.”

He scoffed at your words, “You’ve never cared about that before.”

“Okay, I’m going back inside. You can’t be mad at me for giving you the space you seem to want.”

���What is that supposed to mean?” he questioned, but you ignored him as you walked back into the cabin.

Chad soon joined him outside to help him carry in the stuff. He noticed Ethan’s mood, and started to feel bad that he knew you had your feelings, and if he’d just say something, the whole issue would be fixed.

“You okay, dude?” Chad asked, as Ethan started to walk towards the door with some of the luggage.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

As the day progressed, you brought up sleeping on the couch before Ethan could say anything. He argued that he should, but you eventually won the argument. The tension seemed to resolve a little. Your feelings were still hurt, but he was your best friend, and you didn’t want to spend the vacation mad at him.

When Chad talked about going to the store to get food again, you decided to stay at the cabin. The sun was starting to set, and the slight chill from the higher altitude made you really want to get in the hot tub. Ethan stayed with you, not feeling comfortable leaving you there by yourself. He sat in one of the rocking chairs as you walked out in your swimsuit with a towel in hand.

“You going to make me get in by myself?” you asked, smiling at him. He was trying so hard to not stare at your body, so he maintained eye contact.

“Fine, give me a minute,” he sighed, walking inside to change.

You eased into the hot water, sitting where you had the perfect view of the sunset over the mountain line. Ethan soon walked out and hung his towel over the side of the deck before climbing in to sit beside you.

“This is so beautiful,” you said, taking in the pink and orange hue in the sky. It was making your skin glow when Ethan looked at you.

“Yeah, beautiful,” he said, as you looked over to him and smiled. You sat in silence for a few minutes, before he spoke up, “What was with you earlier?”

You sighed, not wanting to say that you heard him talking to Chad, “I just, I don’t know. Maybe we’re getting a little too close.”

“Why do you feel that way?”

“I don’t feel like talking about it right now,” you said, before Ethan started to scoot away. “What?” you asked, looking over to him.

“If you think we’re getting too close, I’m giving you your space,” he said, before getting out.

“You’re going to get mad at me if I don’t feel like telling you what’s wrong?” you questioned, as he started to get mad.

“You tell me everything. Why can’t you tell me what’s wrong right now so we can move past it?”

“Because you don’t like to be open about what’s bothering you,” you snapped, climbing out as well. You slipped a little, almost falling on the deck before Ethan caught you. “Thanks, I got it.” You pulled away from him and walked inside to change into dry clothes.

Ethan didn’t know what you meant, because other than his feelings towards you, he was completely open. He knew you hadn’t figured that out, so he decided to pull Tara outside to the deck after your friends got back from the store.

“What’s up with her?” he nervously asked, “What did I do?”

“I’m not getting in the middle of this, so all I’m going to say is that you both just need to open your eyes,” she said, as he looked at her, still just as confused as he was before the conversation even started. “She’s your best friend. You know her better than anyone. You can figure this out.”

“It’d be so much easier if you just told me, though,” He sighed, running his hand through his hair. “She thinks we’re too close. What’s that about?”

“Fuck, I’m not telling you anything else other than this, but she overheard you and Chad talking earlier about you not wanting to sleep in the same bed with her. She didn’t say what else was said, but her feelings were hurt. Now, go fix it,” she said, walking away from him.

He started to think back to the things he said, but there was no way he could just come out and apologize for making you feel bad without explaining why he said what he said. He was worried about ruining the friendship, but with the current state of it, maybe it wouldn’t be the worst idea to finally just tell you. You’ve never been in an argument, and you’ve never even gotten mad at each other, so it was all just so confusing for him as he tried to decide on the right thing to do.

When he walked back inside, he started to look for you. He asked Chad where you were before he pointed to you, asleep on the couch.

“I need advice, because I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing right now,” Ethan whispered to Chad, “She overheard our conversation earlier.”

Chad started to nod, as Ethan’s eyes went wide.

“You knew she heard it? Fuck, dude,” he sighed, “How do I tell her that the problem with us sharing a bed isn’t because I don’t want to be around her, but it’s because I won’t be able to keep my hands off her?”

“Wow, uh, I didn’t know things were that hard for you,” Chad laughed, as Ethan rolled his eyes.

“I just…I’m so fucking attracted to her, and I don’t want to make her uncomfortable,” he said, looking over to you to make sure you were still asleep. “I want to be affectionate with her, it’s hard enough when we aren’t trying to sleep in the same bed.”

“Maybe she wants the same thing,” Chad suggested, as Ethan shook his head.

“There’s no way. She would’ve shown me hints by now.”

“Just open your eyes,” Chad said, making Ethan a little irritated.

“That’s what Tara said. What does that even mean?” Ethan asked, as Chad shrugged.

“You’ll figure it out, I’m going to bed.”

Ethan decided to head to bed, hoping a good night’s sleep would help him come up with the answers he needed, but he couldn’t get comfortable. He just kept tossing and turning and couldn’t stop thinking about you.

You started to stir awake, noticing a sound coming from outside the front door. Once you heard the doorknob move the slightest bit, you jumped up and ran to Ethan’s room.

“Hey, something’s outside,” you said, as he slowly sat up and laughed a little.

“We are out in the middle of nowhere right now. I’m sure there is something outside.”

“The doorknob wiggled, Ethan. I can’t sleep out there by myself like that…unless you want to check it out for me,” you sighed, as he stood up.

From the moonlight that was flowing through the window, you noticed that he was shirtless, and that his workouts with Chad seemed to really be paying off. Not that it mattered, because you’d think he was attractive regardless. Then you noticed how low his sweatpants were hanging on his hips, and felt your mouth start to water.

Ethan took in your appearance, the shorts he fully expected you to wear snugly hugging your hips and your hard nipples from the cold air in the cabin showing through the thin material of your shirt. He wanted to just tell you to sleep in the bed with him, but he couldn’t. He’d gotten so used to all the little affectionate things you’d regularly do, things he chalked up to the friendship being so close, but it was still so hard for him to push his thoughts about you to the side.

“You don’t have to go out with me,” he said, walking towards the cabin door with you closely behind him.

“I don’t want anything to happen to you,” you said, making him laugh.

“Then why did you ask me to see what was out here?”

He slowly opened the door, the both of you jumping when a large raccoon scurried away.

“You’re worried about that cute little guy breaking in and snuggling with you on the couch?” he asked, as you rolled your eyes. “I’m kidding. Let’s make sure there’s nothing else out here.”

He pulled out his phone, turning the flashlight on and looking around to make sure there wasn’t anything else you needed to be concerned about. You noticed something along the tree line, it’s glowing eyes lit up by the light.

“What is that?” you asked, as it started to step a little closer.

“I think we should go inside,” he said, grabbing your hand and leading you towards the door.

That’s when the animal started to run, the fear coursing through your veins making you cling to Ethan.

“It’s a fucking deer,” he laughed, trying to catch his breath. You were still attached to him when he tried to pull away from you. “You’re safe, let’s go back inside.”

Once you made it back to your spot on the couch, he stood in the middle of the living room, starting to feel a little bad that he had that huge bed to himself. He noticed that you still seemed a little nervous from what’d just happened, and he let out a big sigh before he started to speak.

“Do you want to sleep in the room with me?”

“Not if it’s going to be ‘torture’ for you,” you said, as he started to get irritated.

“You don’t get it,” he said, walking back towards the room. You were really starting to get sick of all the conversations you’d had within the last day ending in one of you walking away, so you followed him.

“What don’t I get?” you asked, as he sat down on the side of the bed and looked at the floor. You walked around to stand in front of him, waiting for him to answer you. “I don’t want this entire week to be this way. Just fucking talk to me!”

He sighed, before looking up to you, “What you heard earlier isn’t as bad as you think it is…the torture thing you were talking about, just look at what you’re fucking wearing.”

You looked down at your choice of sleepwear and started to feel a little self-conscious. You tried to pull your shorts down a little, noticing how much they’d ridden up in your sleep. He watched you as you tried to cover your body.

“Hey,” he said softly, as your eyes connected with his, “I didn’t mean that in a bad way…Just…get in the bed, okay?”

“Tell me how you mean it then, Ethan. I can’t read your mind,” you said, walking back around to the other side of the bed.

“I will in the morning. I just need you to stay on your side of the bed,” he sighed, looking over to you.

“Fine,” you said, pulling the blanket over you as you settled into the bed. He lay on his side, his back towards you.

After a few minutes, he rolled over to face you. He couldn’t take it anymore, and he needed to know if you felt the same about him. “You know you mean a lot to me, right?”

“You mean a lot to me, too,” you smiled, as he moved closer towards you. “So I have to stay on my side, but you don’t?”

Your breathing started to get heavy when you noticed how close he was getting, his eyes looking into yours. He didn’t say anything as he leaned in, his lips gently kissing yours. You were so surprised by it that you didn’t kiss him back. You wanted to, but he pulled away before you had the chance for your brain to process everything.

He scooted back to his side, laying on his back as he started to think about how he’d just ruined the friendship.

“Ethan?” you asked, looking over to him.

“I shouldn’t have done that, I’m sorry,” he sighed, as you started to smirk. You knew that this was your opportunity to finally tell him how you felt now that he’d opened the door for it to happen.

“Ethan, are you interested in me?” you asked, as he nodded.

“It doesn’t have to be weird now, does it? You didn’t kiss me back, and that’s fine. It sucks, but I’ll get over it,” he said, as you sat up and inched closer to him.

“What if I don’t want you to get over it?” you asked, leaning down to kiss him.

The kiss was so needy, both of you craving each other as you moved to straddle him. His hands held your hips as yours went to his hair. After a few minutes, you pulled away, the both of you panting as his hands rubbed your hips. The way he was looking at you made you wet, as your hips started to grind against him.

“Shit,” he quietly groaned, not wanting your friends to hear him.

“You okay?” you asked, looking down at him. He nodded, desperate for you to make another move. You reached down to grab the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, his eyes going wide as he stared at your chest. His hands reached up to massage your breasts, the feeling making your eyes flutter, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

You kept grinding against him as whimpers started to slip past your lips from the friction against your clit and the feeling of his fingers pinching at your nipples.

“You have to be quiet,” he whispered, moving his hands back to your hips to make you move faster.

“Wait,” you mumbled, your hips coming to a stop. You started to move off him, noticing the wet spot on his sweatpants from where your wetness had soaked through your panties and the thin shorts. “Can I suck your cock?”

He felt like he could cum from those words alone as he nodded his head. “I need you to tell me, baby. Use your words,” you teased, rubbing your hand over his hard cock.

“Please,” he whimpered, the sound making you cock your eyebrow as you smiled at him. He adjusted his hips so it was easier your you to slide his sweatpants and boxers down, his heart pounding in his chest. He’d tried to imagine what your mouth would feel like before, but as soon as he actually felt it, it was better than he could’ve ever imagined. Your tongue licked up the underside of his cock and swirled around the tip. “Oh fuck,” he groaned, before you took him in your mouth. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

You’d barely done anything to him yet, and he was already being so vocal. Your core was throbbing as you took him as far as you could, the gagging feeling making him gasp. His hand went to the back of your head, gently encouraging you to keep going.

You knew he was getting close when the light grip he had on your hair got tighter, his actions making you moan around him as you started to move faster. His bottom lip was in between his teeth as he watched you, trying so hard not to be loud. It only took your throat tightening around him a few more times before he finally let his whimpers out again.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he said, his eyes fluttering and his jaw falling open as he started to release in your mouth. You got him through it, before sitting up and smiling at him. “There’s no way that just happened,” he sighed in disbelief as he caught his breath. “That was amazing.”

“Well, it definitely did happen. I can still taste your cum.”

He groaned at your words before he flipped you over and sucked one of your nipples into his mouth.

“Fuck, Ethan,” you gasped out, his tongue swirling against you as he sucked. He moved to the other side, looking up at you as his teeth grazed against your nipple. Your hand reached down to rub yourself over your shorts, the throbbing in your core starting to hurt.

“Let me take care of you, baby,” he said, kissing down your tummy. He stopped at the top of your pajama shorts and looked up at you before sliding them down. “This is okay?”

“Mhm,” you got out, as your fingers started to run through his hair. He leaned his head into it, loving the feeling of your nails against his scalp.

His fingers went under the waistband of your shorts as he started to pull them down. With how tight they were, he was struggling to get them over your ass. You started to giggle, lifting your hips a little so he could get them off of you easier. He leaned back a little to pull them down your legs before he leaned back down to where you needed him.

“Can you put your hands back in my hair?”

You nodded, your fingers tangling in his curls as he licked a stripe up your clit.

“Shit,” you gasped, as he really started to get into it. He kept alternating between swirling his tongue against your clit and dipping it inside of you. You started to whimper a little louder than he wanted you to, so he pulled away. The lack of contact made you whine as a hushed laugh slipped past his lips and he shook his head.

“I want to make you feel good, but you need to be quiet, baby,” he said, his eyes looking into yours. You nodded, knowing how hard it was going to be for you.

His head went back to his place in between your thighs, placing gentle licks to your clit as he started to push one of his fingers into you. You tried to muffle your moans with your bottom lip, but once he added a second finger and started to move it against that spongy spot inside of you, you had to cover your mouth with your hand.

His eyes looked up into yours as you started to tug harder on his hair. He was proud of himself, so happy that he was the one that was making you feel so good that you were struggling to keep your sounds in.

“Keep moving your fingers just like that,” you whined, before covering your mouth again.

He inched you closer and closer to your orgasm, your toes curling against the sheets as the grip on his hair made him groan against you. The feeling of your pussy starting to flutter around his fingers made him groan even louder as he thought about how amazing it would feel around his cock. Your body started to shake as he used his free arm to pin your hips down so he could work you through it. Once your pussy stopped clenching, your grip on his hair relaxed, a goofy smile on your lips as he looked back up at you.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, as you started to make grabby hands at him.

He hovered over you and looked into your eyes as your arms wrapped around him. You felt his hard cock press against you as you started to wiggle your hips a little underneath him.

“I don’t have a condom,” he said, as you rolled your eyes.

“Just pull out,” you said with a smirk, his eyes going wide at the suggestion. “I’m on birth control, it’s fine.”

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he groaned, as he reached in between the two of you to line up with your entrance.

He slowly slid inside of you and stilled to give you time to adjust to his size. He started to kiss you as you grew impatient.

“Please,” you mumbled against his lips as he smiled.

“Please what?” he questioned, not moving until he heard what you wanted.

“Please fuck me,” you said, your words dripping with lust as you pleaded.

He started to move as your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. He watched the faces you were making with each thrust, not wanting to miss a single one.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned, his hips moving a little faster.

He started to drill into your g-spot as your fingernails drug across his back. You were trying to be quiet, but it was getting harder with each deep thrust.

“Quiet, baby,” he warned, his hips slowing a little. “You’re going to wake everybody up.”

“Make me be quiet,” you said sweetly, an almost animalistic look appearing in Ethan’s eyes at your words.

He leaned in to kiss you as he sped back up, his mouth catching all your moans. You reached in between his body and yours to rub quick circles on your clit. When your moans turned into high-pitch whimpers, he pulled his mouth away from yours and replaced it with his hand as he mercilessly pounded into you, the sound of his skin slapping against yours and the faint tapping of the headboard against the wall filling the room.

“That’s it, baby. You can take it,” he whispered, as your eyebrows started to furrow, and your pussy started to clench. “You’re doing such a good job for me.”

He was sure he was going to have scratches all over his back as your nails just kept digging, but he didn’t let up.

“You gonna cum?” he asked, as you quickly nodded your head. “Cum for me, baby.”

That’s all it took for you to start shaking underneath him. The way your pussy spasmed around him felt so good that his own orgasm was quickly approaching.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, pulling out and shooting his hot cum all over your stomach.

He sat on his knees as he caught his breath. Your sleepy smile made him smirk as he started to get up.

“Do you want to take a shower with me? At least to get this off you?”

You nodded, as he slid off the side of the bed. He tried to help you up, your legs wobbling as soon as your feet touched the floor.

“You okay?” he asked with a small laugh as you walked in front of him.

“Yeah, that was…wow,” you said, your brain still clouded with the post-orgasm haze.

“Shh, we need to be quick. I don’t want anyone to see us naked,” he whispered, leading you down the dark hall to the bathroom.

You grabbed some of the complimentary body wash off the counter as Ethan cut the shower on. He stepped inside as you followed, the water flow washing his cum off you. You stayed silent for the most part, other than the occasional small laughs slipping out as you’d thought about what you’d just done with your best friend.

Once you stepped out and grabbed a towel to dry off, Ethan’s hands wrapped around your waist as he kissed your wet shoulder.

“If I would’ve known that was going to happen, I would’ve kissed you sooner,” he said, pulling away to dry himself off. When he turned around, you noticed the bright red marks that ran front his shoulder blades to the middle of his back.

“Uhm, it looks like you’re going to be wearing a shirt for the rest of this trip,” you said, as he turned around to look at it in the mirror.

“Damn, I look like I was mauled,” he laughed, as you stood on your tippy toes to kiss him.

“Let’s go to bed,” you mumbled, as the two of you walked out on your towels.

When you made it back to the room, you started to grab clothes to put on when Ethan stopped you.

“Can we just sleep naked?” he asked, smiling as you nodded.

You crawled back into the bed scooting to the middle as he laid down beside you. Your head went to his chest as his fingers traced patterns on your back, the soothing motion soon putting you to sleep.

When you woke up the next morning, Ethan was starting to stir awake, too, hearing the voices of your friends as they talked in the kitchen.

“I guess we should get up,” you said, as you started to pull away. He grabbed your arm and pulled you back to him.

“How do you feel about lazy morning sex?” he asked, as you smirked at him.

“Last night wasn’t enough for you?” you questioned. He shook his head in response.

You glanced down and noticed that the blanket was halfway down his thighs, his hard cock on display.

“Can you be quiet though?” he asked, as you shrugged.

“Probably not, but let’s try it,” you said, “How do you want to do this?”

“Roll over onto your side.”

You did as he said, his hands immediately starting to roam from your thigh, up your side and to your breast.

“Do you need me to eat you out first?” he asked, sitting up a little to look at you. “Because I really don’t mind doing that again.”

You giggled at his eagerness before shaking your head. “I’m already wet, and we don’t have a lot of time.”

“Fine,” he sighed, adjusting your hips to slide into you.

His thrusts were slow as his hand held onto your hip. Sweet kisses were placed along your shoulder as you started to move your hips back to meet his.

“You feel so fucking good,” he whispered, “and your skin is just so soft, and your just so beautiful.”

You smiled as he kept saying sweet things to you, his thrusts starting to speed up.

“Fuck, baby,” you whimpered out, as the tip of his cock kept hitting that special spot inside you. “That feels so good.”

“Shhh,” he whispered, as his hips moved faster. You were struggling to meet his thrusts, the tiredness from only a few hours of sleep catching up to you. “It’s okay, babe. I’ll do all the work.”

He kept hitting that spot as you felt your orgasm approaching.

“I don’t think I can be quiet,” you said, the nervousness evident in your voice. You were tensing up, not wanting to cum because you didn’t know what would come out of your mouth.

“You’re almost there, baby. Just relax,” he cooed, as his hand went from your thigh to cover your mouth again.

You were whimpering into his hand as the euphoric feeling started to wash over you, your pussy tightening around him as he tried to fuck you through it. It got harder for him the tighter you squeezed.

“I’m gonna cum, baby,” he said, pulling out and painting your lower back with his release.

In that moment, you heard a light knock on the door.

“Fuck,” Ethan whispered, pulling the blanket back up to cover the both of you.

You both closed your eyes as the door eased open, trying to make it seem like you were still asleep. Chad peaked in, before quickly backing away and closing the door.

You started to giggle as Ethan pulled away, “I need to get this off of you before it gets all over me and the bed.”

He grabbed a few tissues out of the box on the nightstand and cleaned your back for you. You rolled over as he leaned down to kiss you.

“Let’s get dressed. I’m starving,” you said, as he pulled away.

He nodded as you slid off the bed, watching you as you walked to the other side of the room to grab your clothes. He hated to watch you put them back on, wishing the two of you could just stay naked in bed together all day.

“I guess this friendship isn’t so innocent anymore,” he said, sliding his shirt on over his head.

“Friendship? After last night and this morning this is still just a friendship?” you questioned, as he walked over to wrap his arms around your waist.

“You’re right, it’s way more than that,” he smiled, leaning in to kiss you.

“You better not say we’re just fuck buddies, either. I’ll drown you in the hot tub,” you said with a smirk, as you got ready to walk out to join your friends.

“You’re way more than that, babe.”

[trumanbluee]

if its not with you - matty healy

minors dni !! this is 17+ nsfw material !!

please reblog if you like it! ᡣ𐭩

content: matty's away on tour, and you miss each other dearly

word count: 1.7k

warnings: phone sex! established relationship, afab oc, lmk if i missed anything! xx

a/n: hi!!!! im so sorry i havent been active at all recently i've been super busy with schoolwork, here's part one of a two part thing i wrote a little while ago !!! love u <3333

She stirred as she felt her phone vibrate on the bed beside her. Eyes still shut, sleep glueing them together, she blindly felt around the bed for it, gripping it with her freshly manicured hand once she’d found it. 

Opening her eyes, she screwed her eyebrows together at the brightness of the screen, before the furrow quickly dissipated when she saw who’d disturbed her nap. Matty ❤️ was sprawled out on the top of her screen in bright white, and behind it a picture of her kissing him on the cheek, taken on their first date. Sitting up in the bed, she didn’t hesitate to accept the call. 

Instantly, she heard a tired, “Hey baby,” ring out from the other side of the phone. She smiled as she pictured him in bed, rubbing his eye sleepily as he held his phone to his ear. 

“Hi Matty,” she whispered through the phone, positioning her pillows at the head of her bed so she could sit back. “Did you just get back to your hotel?” 

“Yeah,” she heard a soft exhale followed by a sharp intake of breath. “Long day.” 

Her heart sank at the exhaustion that was so evident in his voice, and she just wished she was there with him. 

He’d been touring for 6 months now, and had been away for far too long. She missed him dearly, and these phone calls, that lasted no longer than 10-15 minutes at best, simply weren’t enough. 

She huffed, repositioning herself against her pillows before placing her phone back to her ear, “I’m sorry baby, I know you said you’d call but we don’t have to if you’re too tired. Just want you to take care of yourself, Matty.” 

She heard him shuffling against his sheets, and hoped he was getting comfortable in order to fall asleep. She loved the calls where he’d fall asleep on facetime whilst she worked, her camera roll full of screenshots he didn’t know she had, of his soft, relaxed face. 

He tutted, “Never, baby. Always wanna hear your voice after a long day. Just wish you were here instead of me havin’ to call ‘ya.”

She sighed, “I know babe, I miss you so much. When are you coming home again?” she asked, sure of the answer but wanting to hear the excitement in his tone as he said it.

“Three weeks, honey. Three weeks and then I’m never leavin’ you again.”

She laughed softly, “Yeah, I’m sure Jamie, the fans and the lads’d be happy to hear that. I can see the headlines now, ‘The 1975 breaks up because Matty refuses to ever leave his girlfriend again.’

She hears him chuckle down the phone, low and gruff, obviously strained and exhausted from the long day of rehearsals and performing. 

“I just hope that picture I sent you’s enough to tide you over for another three weeks, hon.” She said cheekily, tracing a finger up the exposed skin of her thigh, where her shorts had ridden up. 

She heard his breathe hitch slightly, and she imagined all the nights when he’d really missed her, where he’d pulled that picture up, probably saved in his ‘Baby ❤️’ album knowing him, and, laying amongst the soft white of the hotel bedding, shoved his hand into his boxers and tugged at his throbbing cock needily, until he came all over his hand. The thought made her ache, and she felt heat pooling between her thighs. 

He laughed softly, “Yeah baby, it’s been getting me through the nights. You look so sexy honey, all dressed up in pretty lingerie for me.”

She whined softly, “Fuck, miss you, Matty. S’not the same without you here.”

“S’not the same? How’s it not the same, baby?” He asked cockily, knowing in which direction she was trying to steer the conversation. 

She huffed, “Y’know what I mean.” 

He laughed softly, repositioning himself to lie further down the bed. “Humour me babe, tell me what’s not the same.” 

Having discarded her pyjama shorts, she lay with her head on the pillows, tracing lazy patterns along the soft skin of her thighs and stomach. “Fingers can’t reach all the spots you do, Matty. Need you here to help.” 

He tutted in faux sadness, “Oh my poor baby, let me see if I can help you now, huh? Why don’t you lie down on the bed and spread your legs for me, sweetheart.”

She obeyed, hurriedly pulling her favourite pair of underwear, light blue, adorned with yellow daisies, down her thighs, using her right foot to fling them somewhere in the room. 

“You good, honey? Lyin’ down f’me?” he asked, making sure she’d done what he had told her to. 

She hummed a yes, waiting to be given her next instructions. 

“Want you to start by playing with your clit a little bit, okay baby?

She quickly put her phone on speaker, laying it on the pillow beside where her head was propped up, before she snaked a hand down her body, moaning softly as her index finger began rubbing soft circles on her throbbing clit. 

“Good girl.” He spoke, slightly breathless. She could just make out the sound of him unbuckling his belt, making her thighs clench at the thought of him stroking his thick length. 

“Actually, baby, can you prop your phone up somewhere I’ll be able to see you? Can you do that, honey? 

She nodded, though she knew he couldn’t see her, and opted to prop her laptop up against the end of her bed, receiving a facetime request from Matty mere seconds later. Pressing ‘accept’ in record time, she scrambled to resume her previous position, being sure to spread her legs as wide as she could, just to make sure Matty could see as much of her as possible. 

Drawing lazy circles on her clit, the facetime finally connected, and she was met with Matty’s tired face, though she couldn’t tell if his eyes were hooded from sheer sleepiness, or horniness. Every thought wiped from her brain when he registered what was on the screen in front of him, flashing her a wide grin at the sight of her spread-legged for him. 

“Oh honey, such a good girl for me, doing what I tell you when I can’t even see it.”

She nodded, feeling her cunt get stickier as he watched her actions, speeding up slightly. 

“God, you’re gonna be the death of me sweetheart… Pussy’s so fucking pretty. Think you can fuck yourself with your fingers f’me now baby? Yeah?” He asked, though the questions were rhetorical. They were both well aware she would do just about anything and everything that he asked her to.  

However, she nodded nonetheless, looking at his pretty face on the screen in front of her as she brought the hand that wasn’t occupied with her clit down to tease her hole, swirling her index finger around the entrance teasingly. 

“Fuck, baby. S’that feel good? Huh?” He asked, though he received only soft moans and needy whines of his name in response, as she finally pushed a singular digit into her now soaking cunt. 

He threw his head back, eyebrows screwing together as he swiped a thumb across the head of his cock, smearing the pre-cum down the vein that ran along his length. Giving it three quick pumps, he began to slowly slide his fist up and down at the same time she pressed her fingers, having added a second not long after the first, into her tight pussy, a squelching sound reverberating from his laptop and around his hotel room. 

“Fuck,” He said breathlessly, “Such a good girl, baby. Takin’ those fingers so well f’me. Miss you so much, wish I was there with you right now honey.” He rambled, fist pumping his cock quicker now, as she slammed her fingers into her hole, right hand rapidly swiping across her clit as you brought yourself closer and closer to her orgasm, with Matty coaching her through it. 

“M-matty, feels so good!” She stuttered out, head thrown back against her pillows as her orgasm got closer and closer. 

He groaned as he watched her, fighting the urge to squeeze his eyes shut in pleasure as he fisted his slick length. 

“C’mon baby, you - fuck, you’ve got it baby. Can you cum f’me? “He spoke, though he had to try his hardest to speak in a way that was understandable, eyebrows furrowing as his orgasm approached alongside hers. 

“F-fuck!” She moaned, legs clenching together around her hands as she came, body jolting. Almost as though the two are connected, Matty’s body tightens, and thick ropes of cum decorate his lower stomach as he groans loudly, head thrown back against his pillows. 

Silence filled both rooms, with nothing but heavy breathes from both sides of the room to fill it. Her chest rises rapidly, hair sticking to her forehead. She reaches down, still silent, and fishes her laptop from the bottom of the bed, placing it on the side of the bed that Matty would usually occupy. Turning on her side to face the computer, she sees that he’s had the same idea, and is now lying beneath the duvet, curls messy and out of place, hooded eyes staring back at her through the screen. 

She smiles sleepily, though it’s midday for her and night-time for him; her sleep schedule had been messed up by consequence of her trying to catch his shows via livestream. He smiles back, eyes lidded and eyebrows relaxed. 

“I love you, baby.” He says, eyebrows lifted, softening his fatigued features, before he smiles cheekily. “See, all you needed was a bit of help, huh honey?” 

This causes her to laugh softly, head turning into her pillow to muffle the sound. She shrugs the best she can in her position, “I love you too Matty. Would’ve been better with the real thing here though.”

His eyebrows furrow slightly at this, as if reminded of the fact that he’s looking at her through a screen, and she isn’t actually in his bed right now. 

“I know sweetheart, just three more weeks, yeah? We can do it, honey. We’ve gone this long.” Just then, he checks the time, mumbling a low “Shit”. “Sorry honey, I gotta go to sleep now. I love you, I’ll see you in three weeks.”

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[mamamittens]

Hiii, I would like a toffee milkshake with caramel syrup, with whipped cream and cherries please! Id also like to add in a white russian, alice in wonderland, and brain hemmorage! I go by "Anne" and im pretty short with long, curly brown hair and dark brown eyes. Im very deadpan but when I get desperate im a bit (very) bratty. Can be with Sabo, Zoro, or Law! Take your pick :)

As a final entry, this one is a tad longer than expected! I hope it's to your liking!

Warnings: Unprotected sex, couch sex, creampie, size kink, light degradation kink, and overstimulation.

Word Count: 2,936

The rain came in around an hour before the end of the shift. A bitter, frigid outpour of water that turned from sprinkles to a deluge in a matter of minutes. Anne smacked her head onto the counter as Zoro busied himself with cleaning the coffee pots. They still had four hours until they could leave but the borderline winter rain was scheduled to last well into the next day. Lighting lit up the rain in a static haze every so often as the wind howled by.

Absolutely no one was coming in now, that’s for sure.

“Think if we left now anyone would notice?” Anne grumbled.

“Boss has an alarm system that tells him when the doors get locked and unlocked and cameras for the front. I’m pretty sure he’d bite our heads off if we left.” Zoro huffed, equally irritated.

Zoro had been her best friend since they were in diapers, the two inseparable ever since.

“Why hasn’t he called to cancel the shift?” Anne rolled her eyes as she stared out at the indecipherable, shifting wall of rain outside. It was still a little light out, but she knew the sun was setting.

“He’s on vacation. Unless he gets a notification from the security system, he doesn’t care, remember?” Zoro reminded her.

Anne huffed and threw off her hat, taking out her ponytail that had started to give her a migraine for a while now. The relief was instant as her dark brown curls bounced past her elbows. A large, calloused hand carded through her hair and massaged her scalp. She leaned back against Zoro with a pleased hum.

“Thanks… may as well get comfortable.” Anne mumbled, removing her apron and setting it on the counter. Zoro followed suit, putting aside his own hat as well. “Think he’d notice if we turned off the lights for the signs?”

Zoro chuckled into her hair and went to shut off the neon signs. The light that used to reflect into the rain cutting off, leaving only the soft overhead lights.

“Now we really won’t get any customers.” Zoro mused. “Oh well.”

“Who the hell would be out in this weather for coffee when they could just go home?” Anne asked but Zoro could only offer a shrug.

It wasn’t like the shop was super popular or on a busy street, either. So, foot traffic was already minimal.

“So… We just camp out here until it’s time to leave?” Anne asked. Zoro squinted out the window.

“I don’t think we’ll be able to, even if we left now. I think I just saw an umbrella float down the street. Or maybe a car?”

“You did not see a car float down the street! We’d be ankle deep in water if that was the case!” Anne flinched as thunder exploded above and the lights flickered.

“Well, we can’t drive in this weather either way.” Zoro opened the door briefly and the sound of rain went from chaotic to overwhelming. He quickly slammed the door closed, arm tense against the wind as it tried to rip it from his grip. “Nope. Looks like we’re staying overnight.”

Anne felt her phone vibrate and pulled it free. Swiping away notifications about the torrential rain, warnings to shelter in place, and random social media posts. At the end of her notifications was a text from their boss.

“Hey, sorry I didn’t hear about the weather in time. Just got a call from Sanji. You two lock up, clock out, and stay where you are. Put out some bags to block the doors in case the street floods. In the morning, clean up what you can and let me know if anything needs repairs. I’ll add a bonus to your checks for the inconvenience. Power might go out, so try and stay warm and prepared.” Anne read out loud for Zoro.

“…Well, that’s that then, isn’t it?” Zoro locked the doors and moved to the back where they stored the baking supplies. Flour bags would have to do, she supposed. He retrieved the giant, bulk bags and settled them in place. The rain certainly wasn’t going to be stopping anytime soon so it was only a matter of time until the water started hitting the door. At least a little bit.

With cleaning and preparations finished, they had nothing left to do besides make some hot drinks before the power went out and decide how they were going to sleep.

“I don’t want to sleep up front if I’m being honest.” Anne commented. There were a few options. They had a small kitchen to bake in, two bathrooms, a break room, and the manager’s office. Zoro ambled over and started making a hot mocha latte for himself.

“Well, the manager’s office has a couch you could take.” Zoro offered as the lights flickered.

“And what about you? Planning on curling up on one of those plastic chairs or something?” Anne smiled, accepting the extra warm drink. At that moment, the building shook as lighting flashed.

The ambient hum of the electronics cutting out all at once, leaving only the sound of pouring rain.

“Ah… powers out.” Zoro noted, taking a sip as he glared out across the dark shop. Anne sighed, laughing a little to herself.

“Yep. Wanna bunker down for the night? We can see if two fit on that couch.” Anne asked, moving towards the back office.

With her phone as a light, they found the office remarkably clean. The manager probably tidied up before leaving on vacation so nothing sensitive was left out. The couch in question a bit small, enough for two to sit down but no one else. A decorative blanket thrown over the back.

“Yeah… there’s no way I’m fitting on that.” Zoro noted with a snort. Anne was definitely small enough to fit, barely coming up to Zoro’s chest. And he was broad too, so she couldn’t blame him for immediately dismissing the idea. The problem was that it was already getting chilly in the building.

“Maybe sitting up?” Anne asked, finishing off her drink reluctantly. It was going to be cold soon anyway, but she’d miss the warmth it provided. He sighed and plopped down on the couch, adjusting himself into a comfortable position half reclining across it. Ultimately, he slid down until his calves were hanging off one end and propped up his head.

“Better?” Zoro asked, tugging her to him. She slipped into place against him, a little surprised she fit so well. And he was pretty warm too as he pulled the blanket over them both. Anne pressed her face against his collar bone, hooking her legs between his.

This wasn’t the first time they’d been so intimately pressed against each other. Sleepovers over the years usually ended up with her clinging to his side. The cold and dark creeping in as the temperature dropped steadily.

Anne shivered, curling up more firmly against Zoro’s chest and startled a little.

She could feel his cock against her thigh, burning hot and hard.

This was�� also not new. It was bound to happen at least a few times. So, just like any other time, she elected to ignore it.

When Anne started shivering again despite how hot Zoro ran and the blanket over her back, Zoro grunted. Rubbing his hand over her back as she wound her arms around his chest.

“…you’re cold.” Zoro noted, heavy hand brushing over her spine. After a moment he turned, moving to pin her between himself and the back of the couch. It was undeniably a bit warmer now, her own body heat reflected back against her back. But the position made her heart race.

The smell of oil, coffee, and that wild, grassy musk Zoro had always worn thick in her nose. His thigh pressed between hers as well as his cock, which only seemed harder than before. If Anne focused, she could hear the rain pounding the building and thunder shaking the walls. But over all that was Zoro’s steady heartbeat. She tried to adjust herself, find a less awkward position that wouldn’t press her against his cock, but it only made him grumble and squeeze her closer.

His breath washed over her hair and into her ear.

“Stop. Moving.” Zoro hissed.

“Sorry.” Anne mumbled. “It’s just…” She could tell the minute Zoro understood why she was a bit flustered. His whole body turning stiff in her arms.

“Oh. Yeah. That… Well, it’s not very surprising.” Zoro commented almost breezily. “I’ve always thought you were beautiful.” Anne quietly gasped.

Zoro was never one for compliments. Brutally honest, sure, but not typically heaping flowery praise. If he thought she was ugly as hell, he would have said something. But mentioning how beautiful he thought she was? Now that was different.

Anne laughed a little.

“I didn’t think you noticed that sort of thing.” Anne replied softly against his collarbone. He squeezed her gently with a huff.

“If its you, I’ve always noticed ‘that sort of thing’.” Zoro affirmed.

Anne lifted up her head, nose brushing his chin.

“And when were you going to tell me that?” Anne breathed, smiling as he shuddered.

“Thought it would freak you out.”

Anne laughed, pressing her lips against his throat, feeling how his pulse raced.

“Well it doesn’t… makes me happy. Even if it’s just… a looks thing.” Zoro’s whole chest moved as he sighed deeply, curling closer around her.

“Oh, it’s definitely not just a ‘looks thing��. Does that make you happy too?” his voice was low and deep, hitting down her spine in a way that made her feel warm inside and out.

“…yeah.” Anne pressed a soft kiss to his chin and he grunted.

His hands slipped down over her ass, pressing her against his erection pointedly.

“You know, there’s another way to warm up.” Zoro mentioned casually.

“On this tiny couch?”

“Would you prefer over the desk? Or maybe against the door?” Zoro chuckled, slowly grinding against her. “I kind of like how you feel, right where you are now.” Zoro confessed.

“We really shouldn’t…” Anne moaned as he managed to slot his thigh directly against her cunt. Any consideration towards the manager out the window swiftly. “W-With clothes on! I-I can’t stand being teased—oooh~ like this~”

Zoro laughed, pressing his lips to her ear.

“You can’t? Sick of waiting for me to make a move?” Zoro purred, hand slipping under the waistband of her pants and panties to slide them down her hips. His jeans quickly grinding against her cunt.

“Y-Yeah~ Z-Zor—ooh!” Anne kicked her legs desperately, shoving off her shoes and shucking her pants to the floor. The chill was instant but easy to ignore as the heat grew between her thighs. He laughed at her, gently slapping her ass before grabbing her cheek to pull her thigh over his.

“You feel that? This is what you’re shamelessly crying for—are you sure you’re ready for it?” Zoro growled, pointedly grinding the hot outline of his cock against her bare cunt. The thick curve parted her lips open even flattened against his thigh. “Wet enough you just might be, but I want to hear you say it before I ruin your cunt.”

“Y-Yes! I-I am, I w-aahhngh it, Zoro~!” Anne moaned into his neck, kissing the exposed skin desperately. “Stop teasing me and fuck me already!” Anne whined, nipping him hard.

Zoro hissed and reached his hand between them to unzip his jeans, shoving them down to free his cock. It slapped against her wet cunt like a brand.

“Don’t be a fucking brat!” Zoro sneered, slipping the head of his cock against her clit before catching in her cunt. Anne gasped, hips trying to buck away but having no room to do so as he slowly hilted. His cock almost burning as it’s size left her breathless. Cunt struggling to take his unrelenting invasion. “W-What happened to all that whining? Got nothing to say now that you’re stuck on my fat cock? All those times you sassed me when you were bored but it turns out you just needed to be fucked? I’ll keep that in mind~”

Anne keened, digging her nails into his back as he pressed her against the couch. Slowly, he ground his cock into her walls, not retreating an inch. She could feel him so damn deep, it made her chest ache. Any sense of how cold the room was gone in favor of how wide he pulled her walls apart with sheer force. Tip throbbing against her cervix, catching and nearly trying to pry that open too in a way that hurt. But it only added to the heat she felt.

How thoroughly Zoro was fucking her despite being gentle.

How fucking badly she wished he’d do it harder.

“Z-Zoro~ h-haaarder~! I-I know you can do better than this, give it to me, please~!” Anne whined.

“Ooooh, you don’t want that~ Trust me, baby, this is all you can handle right now. Your pussy can barely take what it’s got, and you think you can handle more?” Zoro chided, still slowly fucking her against the couch. “Don’t let that bratty mouth get your ass in trouble, now—just enjoy this while it lasts.”

Anne hissed, reaching up to grasp his face and pull it down. Licking up his chin until she found his lips, she desperately slipped into his mouth. Tangling with his tongue as he groaned in surprise.

He tasted of coffee and mint. Something she chased until he pressed his tongue back past her lips, taking over the kiss as he pressed his cock into her cunt as deep as it could go.

The sound of their kiss was wet and loud as he pulled back with a harsh gasp.

“Fuck. Me. Zoro.” Anne bit out, grinding her hips against his. “Or find me someone that will!”

She didn’t need to see his face to know Zoro was grinning. He nipped her lips and pressed a chaste kiss to them.

“I warned you~” Zoro chided, sliding her further under him and into the couch. Hands gripping under her thighs and nearly cradling her ass. “But you just had to be a brat!”

Zoro pulled nearly all the way out, her cunt crying out in relief as the pressure in her lower belly eased. Then the slammed into her with a loud, jarring, wet slap. The two of them bouncing off of the cushion springs below.

“OH! F-FUCK!” Anne wailed, Zoro laughing sharply as he railed into her. Mindful of the springs below so that every hard thrust had just enough space to fuck her back onto his cock before he started again. It was steady and ruthlessly disciplined, rapidly driving all thought from her as she started chanting his name. “Z-Zor-OH! Zoro! Oh-oh~ Zoro~!”

“What?!” Zoro snapped, gripping her ass hard as he struggled to keep his breathing steady. “Got nothing smart to say? No ‘more’ or ‘harder’? Is this finally good enough for you, brat?”

Anne cried out as she came with a wet gasp. Her quivering cunt still being railed at a steady, hard pace, cum squirting out with every thrust.

“YES! Y-YES! ZOROOOOooooh~! Aaaahn~!” Anne whined, squirming as the pleasure kept going. “C-Cum! C-Cum i-in me, please!”

Zoro barked out a laugh, still going steady.

“I’ll cum in this pussy when I’m damn good and ready to—brats don’t get to decide when I’m finished.” Zoro hissed over the squeaking springs, finally letting go of her ass to brace one hand on the arm rest. The other hand splaying over her stomach. Pressing down against his cock until she wailed and dropping his thumb lower to grind against her clit. Anne gripped his biceps, heart thundering as she gasped for air.

The couch groaned as Zoro suddenly pinned her deep into the cushions. Hot cum pooling into her cunt as she came. His thumb still abusing her clit. Thighs shaking, Anne swallowed hard with a moan.

“S-So good, Zoro—OH! A-AHHN~?!” Anne screamed as Zoro started up again, tilting his hips up to slam his cock in deeper. “Z-Zoro! A-Aaaahn!” she wailed, throwing her head back.

“I said ‘brats don’t get to decide when I’m finished’… Nngh! And I’m not stopping until your pussy is ruined from my cock.” Zoro laughed. “G-Gotta make it worth it to have this damn thing cleaned. No saving this pussy though, I’m making sure of that.”

He raised up her leg and pinned it on top of the couch, spreading her thighs lifting her ass for his thrusts. The room hot and filled with the wet slaps of her cunt struggling to take his cock.

“I-Is it worth it, Anne? Was the wait worth getting folded up and fucked on a couch?” Zoro asked softly.

“Yes! Yes, it was—I-I needed this—I need more~!”

Zoro laughed into the dark over her wet cunt.

“I thought we talked about that bratty mouth getting your ass in trouble, baby?” Zoro pinched her clit and she screamed. Squirting on his cock as his thrusts grew ruthless, splashing her arousal over their thighs and the couch. Even though she cried out from the overstimulation, Zoro didn’t stop.

And Anne didn’t want him to.

“More! More! O-Oh Z-Zoro, I need more!” Anne wailed until he kissed her.

“Fine! Better not hear any whining about this pussy hurting tomorrow~ S-since I know that’s just how you ask for more, you brat!” Zoro spat without any heat, much to her delight.

Zoro definitely made it worthwhile getting the couch professionally cleaned.

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what you want | m.o.

A/N: Youch this one. Im back lol 

Synopsis: You were the right person at the absolute worst time

Genre: Angst, fluff

Pairings: Osamu x reader, timeskip!Osamu x reader 

Song Recs: Dandelions - Ruth B, Save Your Tears - The Weeknd, Only Love Can Hurt Like This - Paloma Faith

Word Count: 7k

pt.2

Main Masterlist

5 years ago...

“Osamu, please don’t make this harder.” She pleads.

He shakes his head in disbelief, water soaking his work uniform, but he didn’t care. Not when she was about to leave. “I’m not making anything harder Mel, but I’m tryin’ to just- why- why are you leaving?”

Mel had a heart, and she loved Osamu as much as she could, but this was an opportunity she couldn’t pass up. “This is really important to me-”

“Aren’t we important?” He whispers.

She lets her tears finally fall down her face, but it’s not like Osamu could tell, with the rain drenching them. “I’ll be gone for months at a time and I don’t want you waiting for me.”

“I want to wait for you. I’d rather that than not have you at all.” He pleads again.

But she’s already made up her mind, he understands her so well that even he knows arguing with her is futile. “I don’t want that.”

Osamu is upset, he feels like she doesn’t care. “If you loved me enough you would at least try.”

She stares pointedly at him. “Don’t say that, not when it’s an absolute lie. I’ve loved you all this time and I chose you over everything, but I need to do this for myself.”

“Why can’t you have both?”

“I can’t- I don’t want you waiting for me ‘Samu. Maybe one day in the future... if it’s meant to be...”

“It is meant to be. Why do we have to separate?” He asks.

She smiles sadly. “I need to be alone ‘Samu. Without you. I’ve only ever known life with you.”

He shakes his head again. “I don’t want to know life without you.”

Mel cups his face and leaves a long kiss on his forehead. “I love you ‘Samu, and I’m sure someone will love you more than I ever could.”

“That’s not true.” He grabs her hands to make her look at his face, his distraught and scared look. “I don’t want anyone else. I just want you.”

“Please take care of yourself.” She kisses his hands before leaving him behind but taking his heart with her.

“Alright, y/n here’s your list of events that the boys will be at and who you’re inviting.” The PR manager tells you. “You’re in charge of making sure these players highlighted on the paper don’t get into any problems during these meetings. The other assistants will be handling other players.”

“Thank you ma’am.” You sit down at your desk and look through the athletes you were given. Bokuto Kotaro, Miya Atsumu, Hinata Shoyo, and Sakusa Kiyoomi. You look through their social media presence and scour through tweets, instagram posts, reddit posts, youtube videos, the whole lot. 

What you have noticed is that Sakusa doesn’t inherently get himself into trouble, he more or less is surrounded by trouble. The ringleader of the bunch being Miya Atsumu. Although, Sakusa does tend to say things that many people online would consider “bullying and insensitive”. 

The whole gang of them have charges for public intoxication, dating rumors, vandalism, and celebrity beef. You look at Atsumu’s twitter to find his latest celebrity beef. It is with the owner of a small business called Onigiri Miya.

His tweets read the following:

“Just went to Onigiri Miya and the owner gave me side eyes the whole time! Super uncomfortable.”

“Don’t go to Onigiri Miya, the owner is garbage and not friendly at all.”

“Onigiri Miya has the WORST onigiri I’ve ever had. DO NOT GO!”

You shake your head wondering just why this man would tweet such a thing. There are comments defending the business and others that are just confused. However, you do see that the owner responded to Atsumu’s tweets.

“Yea, how does it feel losing to the Adlers a second time?”

“I only asked you to leave because you were drunk as shit, piss head.”

He was really just roasting Atsumu back in quite a mean way and you wonder what the relation between the two is. It is your job to uncover these things, so you quickly find out that the two are brothers after looking at their pictures and very old instagram posts. “You are fucking with me.”

Once the boys finished practice they met their new PR managers. You walked up to the boys, papers in hand. “Hello! It’s nice to meet you I’m y/n l/n and I’ll be your specific PR manager from now on.” They all greet you and introduce themselves. Atsumu looks at you a little funny but you brush it off. “I’ve seen the recent news on you has been focused on Atsumu.” 

The setter scratches the back of his neck bashfully. “Yea about that...”

“I know that’s your brother, but you should think of revealing that somehow, since you are now considered a hater of small businesses.” You respond. Atsumu nods his head. “Sakusa, there’s not much I can say except that your friends seem to get you into trouble.”

He rolls his eyes. “It’s always just me.”

“You’re no saint Sakusa, public intoxication and you were called out for being homophobic along with Inunaki.” 

Sakusa crosses his arms and sinks into his sweater. Hinata chuckles looking at the spiker. “It’s alright y/n-san, Sakusa is-”

“Shut it.” He says. Bokuto is confused at what Sakusa was trying to do so he just flicks his wrist to show you. 

You try to hold it in, you really do, but the face he made along with the action just made you let out a small chuckle. “Alright boys, if you would just come with me and we can talk about how to sort this out. You’re not safe either Hinata, Mister ‘MSBY Player Caught Dancing with the Enemy.’” 

“We at least tried to stay out of sight, heh.” He smiles brightly at you causing Atsumu and Sakusa to roll their eyes. They follow you back to your office and discuss how to overcome these headlines.

“Alright, so today, Atsumu and I will be going to Osamu’s restaurant to take some pictures with him to post on your twitter. Try to think of a caption that isn’t forced, and something you’d actually say.” You remind him.

Atsumu nods. “I already got one.” He smiles deviously.

You pray that these boys make your life just a bit easier. 

Atsumu drives all of you to Onigiri Miya. It was just supposed to be you and him, but the boys wanted to tag along, and Sakusa was dragged to come with, so he’s a bit grumpy right now. This shop was the first one that Osamu opened, and he has two more, one in Tokyo, and another in Sendai.

You walked in at a particularly busy time, there were a lot of people enjoying their late night onigiri, but you couldn’t find the owner anywhere. People stopped to stare either because they recognized Atsumu, or they were confusing him with Osamu. 

A man rushed in your direction and you lost your footing a bit, but the man who bumped into you wrapped his arm around your waist, not allowing you to fall. “Hey, I’m so sorry about that.”

You look up to meet the same exact face of the player you came with, but a completely different aura and eyes. He looked at you as if he was learning everything he needed to know, and his closeness terrified you but also felt safe. “That’s - um, alright. You must be Osamu, I came with your brother.” You point to Atsumu who just waves. “We just wanted to talk with you, I’m their PR manager.”

“Oh, we’re a bit busy right now, but I can get y’all a table and meet you in a few.” He offers. You take it and the lot of you sit at a booth eating some onigiri. 

The boys dig in quickly and you take a bite of yours, not expecting it to be as good as it was. How does something so simple taste so delicious. “Eat up y/n-san. ‘Samu makes the best onigiris.” He says with his mouth full.

Sakusa glares at the setter before getting into it with him and they begin arguing. Hinata laughs and talks with you. Bokuto is enjoying his time eating another onigiri. 

“Osamu is a workaholic, ever since a couple years ago he’s been putting everything into his job.” Hinata informs you.

You turn your head to the side in question. “Why? What happened?”

Hinata gives you a worried look and you’re nervous for his answer. “We don’t know specifics, but it was around the same time I joined. Atsumu was taking care of his brother cause he was in really bad shape. I don’t know what happened, but he was a mess.” Hinata takes a swig of his beer taking a pause. “The only thing that really saved him was his work.” 

“That’s terrible.” It’s the only thing you can say, you don’t know this man, but you’ve seen a glimpse of what he’s like the way he interacts with people that he’s a much calmer version of his twin. 

Once the frenzy dies down, Osamu sits next to Atsumu and stares at him. “What did you do now?”

Atsumu grumbles at his brother ready to give him a piece of his mind. “Actually, it’s what you both did.” You butt in. “Hi, I didn’t really get to introduce myself. My name’s y/n l/n and I’m these four’s PR manager.” 

Osamu finally looks at you and his face visibly drops. You wonder what’s wrong with you and if there was something on your face. On the other hand, Osamu is shaken with how much you look like her, it makes him want to leave immediately. Whatever the matter, he brushes it off and sticks his hand out for you to shake.

“Name’s Osamu or ‘Samu whatever you prefer.”  Atsumu nudges his brother which he ignores completely, he doesn’t even shove him back and that’s how he knows something is wrong. 

You nod with a smile and explain that you’re here to fix this twitter feud between the two of them and Osamu laughs. 

“I’m actually making money of him more than losing.” He points at his brother with a sly grin on his face. Atsumu crosses his arms and rolls his eyes. “I actually have if you bring in a flyer of Atsumu and scribble on it you get ten percent off your purchase.”

You put a hand over your mouth to prevent the giggles from escaping you. Atsumu goes to feud with him but retracts. “Actually that’s not bad at all.” You cough to clear your throat and gain everyone’s attention.

“You can still do that regardless, but I just ask that you clear up the online situation by letting people know your brothers. It can be whatever you want, just please make sure that happens.” You put your hands together.

Atsumu waves you off before smiling. “I’ve got the perfect idea y/n!”

Then, he proceeded to take a picture with an Onigiri Miya hat on and took a picture with his brother, a hand on his shoulder and the other pointing at Osamu as well as a bright smile on his face. Meanwhile, Osamu has his arms crossed in his uniform looking away from Atsumu annoyed.

Atsumu captioned his picture on twitter:

“Hey! Guess who owns Onigiri Miya?”

And Osamu captioned his:

“Rich volleyball star is trying to steal my business.”

In an instant the situation was dealt with and everyone online saw that the two were clearly related by their identical looks. You smile at your phone, task completed. “Thank you guys, that went really smoothly, let’s hope the others go by like that. Good work!”

All the boys head out to the car and you head out behind them. “Y/n?” You turn around and Osamu is holding out your bag that you left. “Don’t want ya to forget.”

You smile, a slight blush making it’s way to your cheeks because of how handsome he is. “Thank you Osamu, it was nice meeting you.”

“Come by anytime y/n, next onigiri’s on the house.” He assures.

You’re not sure what this feeling is that causes you to shiver in joy, but you welcome it. “I’ll hold you to it.” And you head out.

When you arrive home that day, you have already fixed half of the things you needed to and you applaud yourself for it. Your phone rings as you make dinner and you pick it up quickly. “Hello?”

“Y/n!” You immediately recognize your cousin’s voice through the phone.

“Hi Lu!” Lucy is your absolute best friend and she has been away from home for a while now. “How is everything?”

“It’s good! Hopefully I’ll be finished with school by the end of the year.”

“I miss you Lu. Come back soon.” The two of you talk for a bit, but it’s very late in Japan so you quickly head to sleep.

The month is busy for you as you struggle immensely with keeping your group out of trouble, but with a lot of work, you’ve managed to put them in a good light. You’re walking to your train station right when you pass by Osamu’s shop. You decide to pop in and see him at the counter counting the register.

Chairs are up and the floors are shiny, freshly mopped. The door chimes as you enter and Osamu begins, “We’re close-” He sees you standing at the door, still in your work attire, heels that are beginning to kill your feet. “Y/n.” He breathes out and that was so terribly attractive you shiver on the spot. “Sit, please.” He drops the money and fixes a table for you.

“Sorry to barge in during closing, I could come back tomorrow?” You offer with a smile.

He immediately shakes his head motioning for you to sit. “I have onigiri with your name on it already.” His words cause you to smile again involuntarily and you can’t help but agree and wait. He brings out two plates, three on each and two beers. “Don’t want you to eat alone.”

“That’s very kind of you, thank you Osamu.” You take a bite and it is just as wonderful as you remember it. “Wow, these are wonderful. I’m sorry it took so long to come back.”

He chuckles. “Don’t worry, you’re managing my brother, I can imagine why.”

“It’s my first big time job, I just want to make sure I’m doing alright.” You sigh before finishing your first onigiri.

“I get it. I was terrified opening up this place.” He leans back, pushing his hair back as well. “It’s also what kept me going though, so I guess it worked out.”

“I’m glad that you’re doing so well, I can see why. These are delicious.” You hold up your second onigiri with a big smile on your face. 

Osamu laughs genuinely at your gesture, touched in a way. “Thank you for coming, and keeping me company.”

The two of you talk for what seems like a long time, and you help him close shop even though he insists you not do anything. You get it done together pretty quickly and you head out. 

“Can I give you a ride home?” He asks.

“If it’s alright with you, I’d love that.” You two get in his car and you put in the directions on the gps. Your favorite song comes up and you smile. “I love this one, can I turn it up?”

Osamu grins at you. “Well you’ll have to find a new favorite because this one is mine.”

“No way you listen to Bon Iver. Hold on.” You freeze, about to ask a very important question. “Have you seen any of the Twilight movies?”

He clicks his tongue right before pursing his lips. “I unfortunately have seen all of them.” 

“You’re- oh my god. I think I like you more now.” You giggle at this new revelation. “You saw all five?”

Osamu hums. “Actually, no I guess I only saw three then, I thought that was the last one, but I do recognize Roslyn. It was in the second movie.”

“Yes it was, I’m impressed. We should watch the last two! I loved the books, but the movies are special in their own way.” You were so caught up you didn’t even realize what you were asking.

He smirks in your direction. “Are you inviting me over?”

Instantly, you flush but don’t let it show. “Ah, only if you want to I guess.”

“I’d actually enjoy it.”

Then there’s that feeling again, but a little stronger.

You end up watching all of the movies all over again, and you stayed up pretty late, almost till five in the morning. It was so late when you finished you offered Osamu to stay the night. “I have some clothes you could have. I was going to gift them to my brother-in-law, but these wouldn’t fit.”

“Thank you,” he says as you hand him the clothes. “You have a sister?”

You shake your head. “No, my cousin Lucy is engaged, they’re getting married some time next year.” He nods as he gets dressed and takes off his shirt. You remove your eyes and turn the other way to give him some privacy. “You can sleep in my bed and I can take the couch.”

“No y/n, this is your home.” He says.

“And you’re my guest.” You spit back with a grin.

“We can share, come.” He grabs your hand taking you to your room. He gets in one side of the bed and you on the other. You’re at opposite ends, but you feel closer than ever. “See, win win.”

“I guess so, you’re a lot more forward than I thought.” He questions you with a look. “I mean if you wanted to get me in bed you could’ve just asked.” Osamu begins squirming and tripping over his words trying to correct your thoughts. You laugh once he’s unable to form words. “I’m teasing you.”

He breathes out before flicking your arm. “Didn’t know you had that in you y/n.” He laughs quietly. 

“I think there’s a lot you don’t know.” 

“Maybe.” He hums before closing his eyes. You face each other asleep on opposite ends, but even so, his presence brings you great comfort that you fall asleep soon after.

You’re not sure what it was, but you frequented Osamu’s shop a lot after that night and he started stopping by the MSBY gym to drop off food for you. 

Under normal circumstances, Atsumu would be delighted that his brother has seemingly moved on, but he knows him like the back of his hand. Something was not right with this. 

Your relationship with Osamu moved quickly, not that you minded. He brought you gifts, flowers that you may have liked, but you always had to remind him tulips were your favorite. He fed you well, watched all your favorite shows and read your books with you. 

It didn’t take long for the two of you to start dating actually. Everything felt perfect, he was endearing and knew a lot of the things you liked from the get go. You wonder how you could have gotten so lucky. 

As you were wrapping up someone knocked on your door. You look up from your desk to see Osamu standing there with a smile and some sweets on hand. “Hey gorgeous, are you ready?”

You were sleeping over his house today to watch Hell’s Kitchen as you do on Fridays. “Your brother is going to be the death of me I swear.” You huff picking everything up.

“What did he do this time?” Osamu snickers while you hand him a picture. 

“He met up with a friend for lunch and now the media says he’s cheating on Kiyoomi.” You groan taking the picture back and Osamu has to pull himself back to reality because he was shocked to see the picture. 

He decides to just brush it off. “Atsumu is good at making problems for others.” The subject is quickly changed and you hop into Osamu’s car and he closes the door for you. “What do you want to order for dinner?”

“I’m craving soup, can we get some?” Osamu chuckles before nodding and placing a hand on your thigh as he drives. The action makes you smile and you place your hand on his. “Lucy is coming tomorrow, her wedding is in a week, you’re still able to go right?”

“I wouldn’t miss you looking so drop dead gorgeous in your bridesmaid dress.” He brings your hand to his and kisses the back of it.

You laugh talking about how there’s so much to do and making sure Osamu has a suit ready to go. More like he borrowed one of Atsumu’s, but you can’t blame him for working it out. 

After you finish eating, Osamu lays on you because he likes it when you play with his hair. “Do you think of getting married ‘Samu?” You ask staring off.

“Yea, I would love to. One day.” He replies.

“What do you think about kids?” You ask, taking a peek at his face.

He wraps his arms around you and squeezes you closer to him. “I think they’re pain, but our kids would be cool. They’ll be especially pretty if they look like you.”

You poke his face and he laughs into your stomach. “You don’t give yourself enough credit. You’re soooooo handsome ‘Samu. So cute with an amazing smile.”

“Thank you y/n, but if they look like you, I think I can say I’m blessed.” Not too much later you fell asleep, and Osamu goes to grab some water before getting a knock at his door. It’s soft so he knows it’s his dumb brother. He opens it and sees him looking bothered. “What’s wrong?” 

Atsumu nods his head for him to follow him outside. Osamu follows right after making sure you’re asleep. Osamu crosses his arms and waits for his brother to speak. “I saw Mel the other day.” He doesn’t let him see how much it bothers him, and just waits for him to continue. “And I thought so before, but her and y/n look so much alike... I-” he sighs before rubbing his head. “I just have to ask. Are you with her because she looks like Mel? Because she and her like the same things?”

“Are you insane Atsumu?” He stares at his brother with a disgusted look. “Who do you think I am?”

“I think you’re the same person who tried to abandon everything and lose everything because she left.” He states clearly, and Osamu’s taken aback by how serious he’s being. “I think you haven’t healed at all and that you’re still in love with her. I think ‘Samu, that you’ve done something you don’t realize yet.”

“Don’t talk about her anymore I don’t want to hear anything about her. I don’t know what you think this is, but it’s not that.” He replies.

With that, Atsumu looks unamused at his twin. “Do you love her then?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” He responds. “She takes care of me, laughs with me, she has a her life in order.”

His brother shakes his head at him. “That’s not what I wanted to hear.” He said. “When I asked you if you were in love with Mel you couldn’t even form a sentence. You said, ‘I can’t explain it, but it feels like more than anything I could have imagined.’ That’s what you said.”

“You don’t love everybody the same way.” Osamu grits.

“Maybe not, but I know if you were to ask y/n if she loved you her face would light up and she’d say ‘of course.’ I know it.” Atsumu says. “Listen, I’m not here to dictate what you do, but I know you, and before you get into a big mess, think about it.”

He left after that and Osamu has never been more shocked than he is now. He comes back into the house to see you getting up. “Who came?” You ask rubbing your eyes.

Osamu rubs his hands on his pants, making his way to you. “Just Atsumu, he wanted some left overs.” You nod before turning to get up. “Y/n,” you stop in place and turn to him. “Do you love me? I know we haven’t really said it so much, but I just wanted to ask.”

You blink once, then twice and smile. “More than anything.” He wraps his arms around you kissing your forehead. He’s not sure what he should be feeling, part of him is happy and the other is unsatisfied. Regardless, he focuses on being happy and holding you like this, for as long as he can. 

.

.

The day rolls around and you’re getting ready to have lunch with Lucy. She’s getting to meet Osamu and Atsumu in one go and they get to meet her. You were able to get Atsumu and Kiyoomi to come to the wedding as your guests as she had some last minute cancellations. 

Osamu was driving and you were bubbling about how excited you were. “Lucy is the best, you guys are going to love her.”

“Lucy is a pretty American name?” Atsumu points out.

“Yea, her mother is from the states, and her dad is my mom’s brother, he’s from Japan.” You explain. “I haven’t seen her in over a year so I’m really excited.” Osamu squeezes your hand to show you some comfort. 

He drops you and Atsumu at the front of the restaurant. You spot Lucy and she immediately bolts towards you. You squeal and embrace for her impact. You’re both laughing, only tearing up a little bit. “I missed you so much!” You say.

“Ah, I missed you more y/n.” She sniffles before letting go and looking at Atsumu behind you. She freezes for a moment and he looks just as shocked to see him. “Um, is this your boyfriend?” She smiles.

You shake your head. “No, he’s parking right now. This is his twin Atsumu. Atsumu this is Lucy, my cousin, or you can call her Mel. Lucy is her middle name.” 

Atsumu doesn’t want to make a scene so he just extends his hand. “It’s nice to meet you.” He offers a small forced smile.

“Haha, like wise Atsumu.” Lucy smiles brightly in order to alleviate any tense thoughts. “Aspen is right inside, he’s just waiting for us.”

You’re about to say something else, but you hear Osamu’s voice. “I had to park pretty far, but I’ll bring it back when we’re done.”

“‘Samu! This is my cousin Lucy. Lucy, this is Osamu, my boyfriend.” Osamu has thought of a lot of ways meeting Mel again would go. He would never imagine that she’d be his girlfriend’s cousin and engaged on top of it. 

He didn’t know what to do. This was the same person who broke his heart with no remorse. The same person who left him without anything to look forward to. How could he just pretend?

Apparently she was good at it. She extended her hand with a big smile. “It’s nice to meet you Osamu, I’m glad my cousin is with someone who cares a lot about her.” It’s not that this didn’t affect Lucy, her heart physically ached seeing him again. He was her first love and she could not just forget that. 

He clears his throat and shakes her hand back with a tight smile. “Glad to meet you, y/n cares a lot for you.” Just touching her again has sent his mind into a frenzy, so much that Atsumu has to pinch him to let go before it got too long. 

“Let’s go inside!” Lucy walks to the table and introduces her fiancé Aspen to everyone. Osamu examines him well, picking every little thing apart. 

Dinner went by relatively well. They conversed and it was good that you talked a lot asking your cousin and Aspen many questions. Osamu got up once the bill was paid and got his coat. “I’m going to grab the car, it’s chilly out.”

Lucy also gets up. “I’ll go with, Aspen forgot his license and he drank a bit.” She follows Osamu out and the two walk silent for a moment. “It’s nice to see you ‘Samu. I had no idea you were seeing my cousin.” He just hums in response. “I’m sorry I never kept in contact. It was just too much to hear from you.”

“I’m sorry that was so painful for you.” He says sarcastically.

“Don’t act like I didn’t love you ‘Samu. Like that was easy for me.” She spat at him.

He chuckles shaking his head, but doesn’t miss the way she shivers as she forgot her sweater. “If you loved me so much why didn’t you try.”

“Because I didn’t want to be stuck here Osamu. I saw what it did to my mother and father and I was not going to stay here.” She announced.

“You could’ve asked me to move with you.” He says with a serious face. 

“I wasn’t going to have you change your entire life for me.” 

“Why not?” He asks. “I wouldn’t have minded.” He stops in his track and takes off his jacket, placing it on her. “I would have followed you anywhere. Because I loved you that goddamn much.”

She knows he’s serious because of how intensely he stared at her. She was at a loss for words, but she couldn’t help but ask, “Loved?”

He continues walking and she tries to pace him. “You’re getting married, does it matter if I still love you?”

“It does if you’re with my cousin, how is that fair?” She pokes.

“How is it fair that you’re asking all of this while engaged?” He caught her and she doesn’t say anything after that. He gets in the car and punches his steering wheel, overwhelmed with all kinds of emotion, but he buries it and drives back to the restaurant, Lucy close behind.

You and Atsumu hop in while Aspen goes with Lucy. You kiss his cheek, not noticing his sour mood at first. “I’m sure Lucy loved you guys, I hope you liked her too.”

“She was very sweet, a lot like you, y/n.” Atsumu says in order to steer away from the deadpan look Osamu had.

“Hey, ‘Samu where’s your jacket?” You ask.

He looks to his side only to remember he gave it to her. “Ah, your cousin was cold so I leant it to her. I must’ve forgotten to take it back.”

“Awe that was sweet of you.” Instantly, guilt consumes him. He didn’t really do anything, but there’s this feeling he has, and he knows he shouldn’t be feeling it for your cousin out of everyone. 

You weren’t dumb, you saw something was bothering him, but if he didn’t want to talk, you didn’t want to push it. He dropped you off at home before heading back to his apartment. He saw someone standing outside his door, and it was her.

“I forgot to give you your jacket back.” She says.

He takes it back from her and opens the door. “Thanks.”

She takes a hold of his arm before he goes in. “Can I come in?”

“Why?” He asks.

“I have this very selfish need to talk to you. Can I?” Reluctantly, he lets her in, and he knows its a bad idea, but he does it anyway.

The two talk till morning come, catching up and discussing everything that went wrong. “I never wanted to leave you ‘Samu, but I was scared that I would be held back in this city.”

“Are you still in love with me?” He asks.

“I can’t remember a time I wasn’t.”

“Why are you getting married then?”

She chuckles. “Why are you dating my cousin?” He says nothing. “I don’t blame you, moving on is hard, and she really is the best. I feel icky about you two being together, but it’s really not my place.”

There’s a knock on the door and the pair look wide-eyed. Lucy immediately goes to hide on the balcony. He opens the door and sees you with some breakfast on hand. “Surprise!” You say. “I know you weren’t feeling too good yesterday so I brought some breakfast.”

“Wow, thank you y/n. You’re up early.” He comments.

You snort at this. “I know, but I wanted to make sure you ate well before going to work.”

“Thank you, I love this.” You kiss his cheek and place everything out for it.

“The rehearsal dinner is tomorrow are you still able to go?” You ask and he nods with a mouthful, so you take out your camera to take a picture because he looks too cute. “You look adorable like this.”

He chuckles and brings you to sit on his lap. “Thank you for this, it means a lot to me.”

“I just want to make sure you’re alright, you were pretty down after dinner.” You say worriedly.

“It was just one of those days, I woke up feeling bad.” You kiss his forehead and rub his hair. 

“I love you, but I gotta run to MSBY gym, they’re having some press thing today.”

He nods and kisses your cheek. “Good luck.” You smile and close the door on your way out.

Lucy makes her way out into the dining room and sees what you left. “Well that was very nice of her.”

“She’s a good person.” He mumbles eating his food.

“Yea I know that’s why-”

“Hey! I forgot my keys-” You stop in your tracks seeing your cousin standing next to Osamu, a hand on his shoulder comfortably. “What- I- what’s going on.”

Osamu panics and gets up. “It’s really not what you think.”

“I think, I need my keys, I’m late enough as it is. When- when I come back- we’re talking.” You grab them quickly and leave to go to work. You’re not sure what just happened, but your chest contracts and there’s a pain there that won’t go away.

When you were doing promotional videos, the guys saw you were not yourself and wondered what happened. “Hey y/n! Are you alright?” Hinata asks as Kiyoomi silently hands you some water. He was filled in by Atsumu about your cousin, and he wonders if you found out.

You hum and shake your head. “Just a lot on my mind.” You wonder how Osamu and your cousin could have gotten so close, in such a short amount of time. You swear they met just... yesterday? “Where’s Atsumu?” Kiyoomi points to where he’s seated on his phone and you walk over. “Atsumu.” His head pops up. “Do you... do you know who my cousin is? I mean before you met her yesterday.” Silently, he nods. “How do you know her?”

“She was ‘Samu’s girlfriend for a while. She left for the states and broke up with him.” He explains and now you feel like there’s definitely more to worry about than you initially thought. You wonder how you could have not known. She didn’t introduce you to any boyfriend, and when you talked about him she never said anything. 

When you got back home you had a million questions, but nothing would really prepare you for the answers. Osamu was sitting on a stool by his island, while she was on the couch, the TV was on but they weren’t paying attention. They looked to you when you came in. 

You placed your things down taking a breath before looking at them. “What’s going on?” Osamu then explained what Atsumu already told you. No specifics but you need them. 

“I was the one who found him, I wanted to talk to him because I cut off all contact when I left.” Your cousin interrupts.

“Why did you never tell me about him? Did your parents even know?” She shook her head and you saw Osamu clench his jaw at the fact. “Are you still in love with each other?” They say nothing so you blow out a breath trying to take it all in. “Lucy can you give us the room.” She quickly leaves the apartment taking her things. “Do you still love her? Do you love me?”

“It’s, different y/n. I met her at a good place with good memories. When I saw you, you looked so much like her it threw me off and I wanted to get to know you because what was this coincidence.” You stopped listening after he said you looked like her.

Everything that he’s said, you’re gorgeous, you’re beautiful, I want our kids to look like you threw you in for a trip. “So, you only got to know me because I looked like- and we like the same things... Osamu, do you know what my favorite flower is?”

“Why?”

“Can you just answer.” You ask.

He says the first thing that comes to mind, and he’s sure he’s right. “Sunflowers.”

You laugh humorlessly. “Lucy’s are sunflowers, mine are-”

“Tulips.” He says. “I’m sorry I know, they’re white tulips.” You massage your head in your hands your heart feels like it’s going to pop out of your chest. “Blame me y/n, scream at me, hit me, whatever you want. Please don’t shut me out.”

“If she said she wanted to get back with you would you? Answer this please, I deserve it.” You ask as your voice trembles.

“Before you I would have run without hesitation.”

“And now you’ll just walk there?” You shrug. “I mean you’re already one foot out the door right now Osamu so just take the leap and walk out.”

He shakes his head. “If I could love anyone else, it would be you. You don’t understand what kind of relationship it was.”

“If it was so important don’t you think she would have been happy to tell everyone about it?” Osamu looks at you upset with what you said. “Anyway, what do you want Osamu. Not what you should or wish you could want. What do you want.” 

“I want to love you like this.” He grabs your hand and stands in front of you. 

“But you can’t,” your voice cracks and you cry into him.

He strokes your hair and holds you close. “You were the absolute best person, at the worst possible time.”

“I don’t think there was ever going to be a right time, because you love her.” You sob. “I can forgive you for not loving me. I can’t forgive you for wishing I was her.” You let him go and grab your things quickly and once you get to the door you turn back. “Please don’t look for me, if you were ever going to.” Then you leave, and you see her waiting there still. You sigh, “He’s all yours.” 

You leave his place and go back to Atsumu’s because you don’t want to be alone. He lets you in without asking why and allows you to be comforted by him and Kiyoomi, as best as they can.

Despite everything, you end up going to the wedding with Atsumu and Kiyoomi as your guests, and she goes through with it. If there was one thing your cousin loved more than Osamu, it was her freedom, and she would never give that up for him. This city was a prison to her. You don’t mention anything that has happened to your family. It was best not to, but your mother seemed to know something was wrong. 

You didn’t know how Osamu was doing, but you knew Atsumu was with him a lot these days. Then turned to weeks and some months pass. You see glimpses of him when he visits the gym on the rare occasion he does, but you make sure you’re out of sight. 

“Hey y/n.” Your boss calls out to you and you stand. “EJP Raijin said they’re offering a lead PR manager position and it’s yours if you want.”

“That’s incredible thank you so much, can I think about it?” She gives you till the end of the day and you bring in your four to talk to. “So, I was offered a lead PR manager job at EJP Raijin.”

The boys are all really happy for you, but sad that you’re leaving them. “Hey, when you get there tell Suna I said he’s a bitch.” You’re not even sure who that is but you agree anyway. 

When you go to meet the team you’re running a tad late and begin to run. Someone else runs next to you and his jacket gets caught on yours. This pulls you to go a bit faster. “Ah excuse me.” He slows down and looks back at you and notices the situation. 

“I’m sorry about that.” You notice his jacket is of EJP Raijin so you ask if he’s on the team. “Yea, I’m a middle blocker, Suna Rintaro.”

You extend your hand to him. “It’s nice to meet you I’ll be your new PR manager y/n l/n. Also, Atsumu told me to tell you you’re a bitch.” 

Suna laughs as he really couldn’t imagine how he got into this. He shakes your hand back. “Hi y/n, it’s good to meet you, and I’ll be getting him back for that one.” He smiles.

And you really can’t help but smile back.

A/N: I love Osamu this made me sad for him

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hi! this is my first request ever so im a little nervous but i stumbled across your blog and your writing literally made me cry and it was really good so i just have to request something!

is it alright to request beidou, diluc, kazuha, or zhongli (whoever you want) when the reader is just super tired of being used as a punching bag for everyone and is just exhausted in general and is having thoughts of relapsing with sh? and if its not too much could you add the detail that they've been in past abusive relationships and are still affected by it?

if this makes you uncomfy or its too much please skip this! please remember to take care of yourself, take breaks and remember to eat and drink something! thank you so much for the comfort you bring to others, because the stuff of yours that i've read so far has made me feel a lot better than how i was feeling before :) <3

❝ 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓌 ❞

➝ beidou, diluc, zhongli

➝ pronouns: they/them

➝ warnings: emotional exhaustion, mentions of self-harm + abusive relationships (not the characters) ⚠️

➝ a/n: hello! ahh i’m sorry for taking so much time for your request! i didn’t include kazuha, since i’m really not sure how he would react or comfort. still, i hope that’s good enough > > i wish you a good week, please stay safe and take care of yourself, you deserve it ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ

🍂 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓭𝓸𝓾 ༘ *

• when beidou decides to take a break in Liyue between two travels, she thinks everyone would go see their friends and friends - those who can, anyway. the last trip to inazuma has been tough after all, and they need to rest after fighting the storms.

• while everyone is more or less happy to finally see the warm atmosphere of the harbor and the golden laterns hanging from buildings, you keep your eyes glued to the ground, your bag heavy on your shoulders.

• beidou cares for her crew: so of course, when she notices you slowly making your way in the streets of liyue harbor, and not matching the energy of her friends, she immediately gets worried.

• she follows you, and you walk away from the busy crowds of the harbor, snifling a few times. you only stop when you’re out of the city and sit down in the grass, your knees against your chest.

• beidou has never seen you like this before.

• she gently tap her hand on your shoulder, startling you.

• “ hey there, y/n. “ you turn your head to face her, catching her off guard with the tears in your eyes. “ what’s wrong ? did something happen ? “

• you shake your head first, not wanting her to be concerned about your mental health. after all, she already has so much to worry about as the captain of the krux. she doesn’t look convinced though, obviously. your tears haven’t stopped rolling down your cheeks after all.

• beidou places her hands on your shoulders and helps you take your bag off your back. when that is done, she leaves her hands there, massaging your sore muscles with her thumb. you welcome the gentle touch by leaning backward until your back touches her chest.

• “ come on. you can tell me anything, y/n. was the last trip too rough for you ? “

• you take a deep breath, and finally let your feelings out.

• you tell her about the rough treatment that you received on the krux. about all the jokes your crew made about you -- of course, they probably didn’t mean to hurt you. most of them just had that kind of humor, one that hurts you deeply and tears your self-confidence to shreds.

• by the end of the trip, every little mistake you made made you want to tear the skin off your face. you were scared of their so-called jokes. just thinking about it made you want to cry harder.

• beidou listens, taking in every word you speak and regretting not seeing anything when it happened.

• when your voice trailed off, she wrapped her arms around you and looked at you: and indeed, you had red lines on the sides of your face, as if you had been scratching yourself.

• “ i’m sorry i didn’t notice earlier, y/n. “ you could tell she was angry just by hearing her, but by the way she held you, you knew it wasn’t against you. “ i’ll talk to them about this - no details, don’t worry. there are some things they just can’t say to people they don’t know. “

• she rested her head on top of yours, admiring the last sunrays disappearing in the sea. “ you’re home, now. i promise nothing like this will ever happen again. “

• “ and if you ever feel the need to hurt yourself... “ her fingers traced the lines on your face. “ just call me, okay ? i’ll be there for you, and i’ll make sure you stay safe. “

🍂 𝓭𝓲𝓵𝓾𝓬 ༘ *

• it’s a rainy evening in mondstadt.

• the tavern is filled with people; whether it’s because they want to drink, or just stay in a warm place with their friends.

• you’re waiting for diluc to end his shift so you can spend time with him. you crave his wamrth more than ever tonight, and the day was rough. you wish time would pass faster and everyone could just go out.

• despite the crowd in the tavern, diluc notices your presence quickly. you wave your hand at him, and he nods in response.

• you watch him work to distract yourself from your thoughts. he washes glasses that were previously filled with alcohol, takes orders from his clients and keeps an eye on everyone. he occasionally goes upstairs to check there, so you have to focus on something else instead.

• when the last person finally leaves the tavern, diluc stretches his back, groaning when he hears something crack. he then makes his way to you, sponge in hand and towel on his shoulder.

• " good evening, y/n. " he washes a table next to yours, glancing at you several times when he notices your saddened expression. " is something wrong ? "

• " ..i'm tired. " you barely have the strength to speak. that’s how exhausted you are, though you can’t express it properly.

• diluc hums and pulls a chair to sit close to you. it’s not his first time seeing you like this, and he knows everything that happened. that includes the red spots on your forearms, where you've hit yourself as a last attempt to keep yourself safe. despite your long sleeves, he can guess you're hurt.

• he holds your arms in his hands, pulling you closer to plant a kiss on the top of your head. " i'm proud of you, y/n. "

• you lift your head to look at him. proud of what ? the only thing you did was cry and hurt yourself. " i know it's hard to recover when your only source of comfort is pain. you did very well today. "

• you let your head fall in the crook of his neck, not minding the scent of alcohol and focusing on how nice it feels to touch someone, especially a person as warm as him.

• “ you can rest now. i’m here. “ all the tension leaves your body when you hear these words.

• you know that after a long day filled with stress and tears, you can rely on him to heal you. and it feels good to trust someone for once. especially since diluc proves to you, everyday, that he’s there for you and that he would never hurt you.

🍂 𝔃𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓲 ༘ *

• after a long day of work, you’re always excited to meet zhongli near the wangsheng funeral parlor. since you end your shift a little earlier than him, it’s a routine for you to wait for him outside, and greet him once he’s done.

• no matter what the weather is, you always wait for him, eager to listen to him and tell him all about your day. well.. almost.

• after all, it’s hard for you to tell him about the treatment you receive from your colleagues, even tears are burning in the corners of your eyes. zhongli does notice the sparkles in your eyes of course, and sometimes he takes note of how quiet you are. but, he’d rather let you take the first step, he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

• and while first step means opening up about your feelings to him.. you end up revealing your secrets in another way. one that makes his heart crumble when he just thinks about it.

• as usual, you wait for him outside of the funeral parlor; but your chest hurts and your ribcage feels empty. when you see his warm smile and hear his voice asking how your day was, you fall apart, unable to contain anything in front of him.

• he’s at a loss for word, but still, he remembers that you two are in the busy harbor, near crowds -- and takes you away from said crowds.

• when that is done, he gently presses his hands against your back, bringing you closer until the warmth radiating from him. “ dear, may i ask what happened ? “ the crowd is muffled behind his deep voice.

• you try to explain what happened -- what happens every day. you barely manage to tell him your problems through your tears, and give up while trying to tell him how you feel about it.

• instead, you grip your shirt, where your heart is. and he understands how painful it must be for you.

• “ y/n. would you mind if i accompany you to work tomorrow ? i would like to have a word with these rascals. “ you giggle, amused by the way he talks about your coworkers. it’s relieving to laugh about something else than yourself, sometimes.

• still, you nod, knowing zhongli would make the situation a little more bearable for you.

• “ then it’s settled. i will wait for you outside of your home tomorrow morning. “ you hum in response, drying your tears on his vest as you press yourself closer to his chest. he fills the void in your body. “ i wanted to take a walk outside of the harbor with you today, but... i believe it’s best if you rest, y/n. i will take you home. “

• you don’t move -- not yet, zhongli is so warm against you and holds you so lovingly. he doesn’t let go either, opting to do so when you get out of his embrace first.

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After placing two scoops of the chocolate ice cream on the cone, Y/N lifted her head up to look at her daddy who sported a scowl on his face as he was drumming a pen in between his fingers as he tried to piece together the facts of the case. Normally, she wouldn’t be allowed so close to Andy as he was working, but given how needy she had been all morning — despite sitting right by his feet wasn’t enough for her — she promised to remain well-behaved and quiet for him so he gave her the green light to go ahead and stay with hi as she played with her scoop and learn toy set. Silently putting down her cone by the ice cream trolley, she moved towards his leg and when he didn’t move or acknowledge her, she clung her arms around his calf as her cheek snuggled up against his shin. “What?” Feeling something cling around his lower leg snapped him right out of his focused trance as his confusion easily melted into adoration as he peered down and saw his girlfriend curled up against him. “My petal’s quite needy today isn’t she?” “Sorry dada,” She said lowly as her fingers drummed rhythmically against his clothed leg, “Was behaved and nice.” Nodding, he then bent and carried her to sit on his lap. She squealed excitedly as she then wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled her face in his neck, “Wuv you, dada.” Humming, he rubbed her back soothingly as he looked into her eyes, “Need to hold dada huh?” The smile that formed on her lips was a toothy grin that was the attorney’s favorite sight in the whole world. “Want to hold you so much, dada; ‘m sorry,” She pouted at the thought of him being disappointed at her; sensing the drop of her mood, he then cooed and peppered kisses all over her face, feeling his prickly beard graze her skin prompted her to erupt in a fits of giggles as she loved the affection that he was showering her with. “This what you needed, my little petal?” He asked her in his gentle, playful tone as she nodded and snuggled herself against his chest as she toyed with his large fingers, “Mhm, love you so much, dada.”

“Hello?” August answered the phone call with a frown — Y/N was never one to call her boyfriend when he had missions that required him to go undercover and/or while he had overseas operations; so it was alarming that she called him he thought of only the worst possible scenarios. “Hi, daddy,” She sniffled out into the phone — part of her was relieved she got to hear his voice, but really she just longed to be with him. “What’s wrong, little one?” He furrowed his eyebrows as he impatiently tapped his fingers against the steering wheel; she let out a sigh before admitting, “Miss you, daddy. So sad without you.” Despite feeling pain on the field of his job, the sound of her small and vulnerable voice was the most painful thing he ever had to hear or endure. “Little one, have you been good for me?” She nodded against her phone as she hugged the Cinnamoroll stuffie that had a shirt specifically sewn on for the stuffie which had the words “daddy’s little one” embroidered on it, “I do, daddy. Miss your kisses and hugs so much.” As he parked his car in front of their yard he smirked as he answered her, “Well who knows when I’ll get back right?” He was positive that there was a pout on her lips as she thought of the likelihood that she was going to be alone for a while, “But daddy I miss you already!” Her whine was so loud that she didn't hear the way August opened up their front door and walked to the living room where she was lying in the couch; he ended the call and he could see her slumping down her shoulders from behind before jumping down beside her and hugging her, “Well good thing daddy’s home now, yeah?” She let out a shrilling shriek in excitement as she kissed his bearded cheeks repeatedly, “I missed you so much, daddy! Promise I was the goodest girl for you!”

“How are your chicken tenders, sweetie?” Bucky asked after pressing a kiss on her forehead; they were out to dinner with Sam and his girlfriend, Leila — who like her was a little too. After the two bonded over the activity paper the server handed to them, they both munched down on their meal. “So yummy, tătic! But,” She trailed off as she looked around nervously. After drinking down a chunk of his beer then looked at him with worry written on his face, “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Without a word, she snuggled close to his side right as she tangled her arms around his metal arm before looking up at him with doting eyes, “All better, tătic!” Slightly picking up on what she was up to, he grabbed another chicken and tapped it on her lips; she moaned lowly when he fed her then snuggled up more to his arm. “Need my touch, don’t you sweetheart?” Shyly, she nodded as she played with his fingers, “Always want you close to me.” Sam and Leila were both busy being all snuggled up too so Bucky repeatedly, sweetly kissed her lips before telling her, “How ‘bout we take a bath later, sweetie?” Extremely thrilled with the idea of spending tub time with her daddy, she nodded too much that little chunks of the chicken she was eating escaped her mouth as she expressed her liking of his idea, “So excited for that, tătic! Can we go home now and bathe together?” Chuckling at the small mess she made, he wiped the sides of her mouth with a napkin then kissed her forehead, “Only a few more minutes before we can bath together, sweetie.”

“Into the tub you go, doll,” Steve sing-songed as he gently placed Y/N into the bathtub that was filled with warm water and soapy bubbles. She giggled as she felt the warm water graze her skin. For a while, she was busying herself with playing and blowing the bubbles; after a while, she was craning her neck to look for Steve, “Sir? Where are you?” A pout was now formed onto her lips that earlier was stretched out into a smile. The super soldier was in their shared bedroom preparing what she was going to wear after her bath when he heard her distressed call for him. Entering their ensuite bathroom the skin of his forehead wrinkled up as he approached her and kneeled down by the tub, “What’s wrong, doll?” A small amount of water splashed onto him when she crossed her arms, “Want you, sir.” Not fully understanding what she meant, he brought a hand to caress her back — as if to coax her into explaining as he said, “I am here, doll. What do you want?” “Want you here, sir,” Unclasping her arms from where they were crossed, she dropped her arms in the bubbly water and pouted at him. Nodding in understanding, he then stood up; hearing her whimper in need made him chuckle a bit, “I’m just gonna remove my clothes then join you in there okay, doll?” Gone was the frown that earlier donned her face for she now had a wide grin as she clapped when Steve slowly dipped in the tub, careful as to not spill water out of the tub. Once he was fully seated in the tub, his doll then moved over to him and hugged him tight, “Love you, sir.” Placing her on his lap, he then kissed the top of her head as he tried to calm his beating heart, “I love you too, doll. Now, how ‘bout we clean you up with your favorite shampoo hm?”

“Where you bringing me, baby girl?” Sy wondered out loud as he allowed his nearly 200 pound self to be whisked away. It was unusual of her to remain this quiet; for some her whining and blabbering would be annoying, but the Texan captain loved how verbal she was especially since it served as a constant reminder about how much he was needed by her. Upon being brought to the den of their house that served as the office, he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he gently stroked her back, hoping to coax out an answer out of her, “What are we gonna in the office, baby?” She pointed to the landline phone and to the stuffed animal that arrived defective a few days ago. “You want me to make a call?” He asked and she nodded with a wide smile. “Why can’t you make the call?” The question was asked out of curiosity, but with the way she batted her eyelashes and bit her lip bashfully had him worried. A small smile graced his face when she opened her mouth, but she quickly closed it and instead grabbed a pen and paper. Sitting down on the swivel chair, he patiently waited for her to finish jotting down her message. When she was done, she shyly slid over the paper to him and once he read it the words broke his heart, “My voice is ugly. Who said this, baby girl?” Shrugging her shoulders she fiddled with her fingers but he placed her on his lap which allowed him to gently stroke her thighs, “Come on, baby girl, please talk to me? I miss hearing your pretty voice.” As if to prove his point, his beard tickled her skin as he pressed kisses on her throat; she giggled as her hands pushed his wide chest away and cleared her throat, “Some guy said my voice is too deep for a girl.” Sy’s jaw clenched in anger at the person who disrespected his girl’s feature; a thick finger of his hooked under her chin to make her look at him, “Listen to me, okay? Don’t listen to the meanie who said that. Your voice is beautiful and lovely, just like the rest of you.” Biting the inside of her mouth, she then looked up at him with teary eyes; he was about to question as to why she was tearing up when she wrapped her arms tight around his neck as she peppered kisses on his bearded cheek, “Thank you, daddy. Needed that reminder.”

“Papa?” Y/N groggily called out as she rubbed the sleep away from her eyes and looked to the side of the bed; she frowned when she noticed that the gold medalist wasn’t occupying the earlier spot he claimed. Grabbing for the first stuffed toy he had given her in her arms, she made her way off their bed and checked their walk-in-closet and ensuite bathroom — and was displeased when he wasn’t there. There were two other bedrooms and a bathroom on the upper floor and all three areas did not house her loving boyfriend.  “Where are you?” She was now close to crying as she headed down the stairs. Upon hearing noise coming from their dining room, she then skipped over there and was shocked to see him wearing his USA jacket and was faced in front of a laptop. “Well I have to say that my biggest motivation has to be my loving girlfriend,” Just as he said the last word he shot Y/N a sincere smile, patting her lap — motioning for her to sit on it.  Thankful that she wasn’t wearing her little pajamas and instead fell asleep wearing one of his sweatshirts, she shyly sat on his lap and was surprised to see that the accomplished gymnast was being interviewed, “And she just pushes me to be the best I can be, in all aspects.” At the compliment, she shyly waved at the interviewer. “Well that is all the time we have. Thank you so much Lance Tucker for gracing us with your presence and introducing us to your lovely girl too.” Lance’s computer screen faded into his screensaver of the two of them — the gymnast kissing her cheek as she smiled wide into the camera. “Woke up without you and was so scared, papa.” Her confession had his heart hurting a bit but he cuddled her and explained, “I’m sorry, angel. I had an interview and you looked so adorable while you sleep that I didn’t want to wake you.” At his explanation, her little mind was able to understand it and nodded, “Promise to never leave me?” His reply was instant, “My greatest nightmare would be leaving you. I love you so much, angel,” For the only thing he has ever been sure of in his entire life was that she was going to be with her for the rest of their days together.

As much as Ransom and Y/N enjoyed summer, the bright sunny days allowed them to stroll around the different sights and go on long road trips across the state — even the country if the only Thrombey child wasn’t feeling lazy. “Princess, have you packed your clothes already?” He asked from the main floor of his house as he zipped up his duffle bag after checking once again that he had packed the necessary garments for their three-day stay in the high-end resort Ransom got them a booking to.  “King, can you come here please?” The man that was called for had to chuckle as he made his way up the stairs, heading for their bedroom because he could practically sense that she was pouting as she called for him. “Princess, everything alright with you?” Seeing her kneeling down in front of her suitcase with a wide array of clothing articles spread all around her. Shaking her head, she crossed her arms as her lips formed a pout, “Need king to help me pack.” Wrapping his arms around her  and placing her on his lap, he kissed the side of her neck, “My little princess needs help packing her clothes?” Snuggling against his chest, she nodded as she slipped her thumb into her mouth, “King packs my clothes better.” Having her in his lap as he was folding some of her clothes then placing it on her matching suitcases didn’t pose as a challenge for him; in fact he loved the thought of her being all small that she needed him. “Such a helpless, needy little thing you are hm?” Even though he was partially joking, she took it seriously but was not offended by it, “Just want my king near me at all times, please.” After zipping up her bags once they have been filled with all the clothes she was probably going to use during their stay there, he simply kissed her cheek and gently pat her thighs, “Well king’s not going anywhere without his pretty princess. Now let’s go on our vacation, okay?”

“Where are you, bubba?” Y/N pouted as she rubbed her hands on her arms as she stood by the balcony in their apartment. Her phone was in one of the pockets of the bathrobe she was wearing, and when she grabbed for it, she searched on Twitter for Superman. A sad smile graced her lips when she read about him being currently in a different country, aiding citizens who were currently suffering a forest fire in their location. Locking her phone, she then moved towards the door and before fully going in and locking the door behind her she looked up in the sky with hopeful eyes, “Please come home soon, bubba.”

Removing the robe from her body, she rested it by her dresser then crawled under the covers as she hugged the pillow Clark often laid down on when they slept together. A gush of strong wind blew past her and before she could even process what it was or see it properly, she was faced with a freshly showered Clark who was smiling and laying down beside her, “Hi, bubba. I’m home.” Her cheeks hurt from smiling so wide as she kissed his lips repeatedly and excitedly. “I’m so happy you’re home, bubba! I missed you so damn much.” She moaned out in pleasure when his arms opened wide and cuddled her close and warm into his chest. Pressing a kiss on the top of her head, he then rubbed her back soothingly, “I know, bubba. I heard you.” hearing those words, she hid her face deeper into his chest, not having the guts to look up at him. With a cheeky grin, he reassured her, “ And don’t worry, I’ll be all yours this weekend. There’s no way I will be neglecting my precious bubba.”

[gumilac]

I don’t know which format would be best but I would love to read about haikyu!Dad characters meeting up for like a play date. Like my whole heart is in Dad!Tsukishima bringing his kid to play with dad!yamaguchi’s child. You can throw in as many of the boys as playful teasing and caring dads as you want I think it would be soooo cute! I love how you write Tsukki 💚💚

Haikyuu Dads │request

character/s: tsukishima kei, yamaguchi tadashi, kuroo tetsuro, and bokuto kotaro

genre: fluff !! very soft

warning/s: none, i mean kids? (some ppl dont like kids with a burning passion), this is set in timeskip so there are small spoilers

a/n: A REQUEST !! ASDHALSDLASJDLSAJL *coughs* am i too hyped? i'm calm, super not freaking out someone requested... e KNEE wayz SOBS IM SO HAPPY YOU LOVE THE WAY I WRITE TSUKI LASJDLSAJDLSAJK that honestly means a lot to me bc i love him so much,,, also such a cute request <33,,, enjoy, my love !!

"Come here, kiddo."

Tsukishima sits on the step of the genkan calling your daughter. You left for work today, leaving Kei to take care of her because his schedule is free. He sighs as your daughter's taking so long choosing which pair of shoes she wants to wear. She hums in dissatisfaction, a hand on her hips as she looks at her shoes.

"I have no nice shoes."

She mumbles and Kei rubs his temples before patting his lap.

"Okay, c'mon I'll get you new shoes later," your daughter looks at Kei, a big smile on her face. His expression is genuine and soft as he smiles at her, "Now, hurry up."

He really will buy her new shoes, even though you'll probably scold him for spoiling her.

Your daughter looks at the rack again before finally picking out one. She walks up to Kei and places it on top of his large hands. She uses the arm Kei puts out for support to hold onto, as he slips on one shoe, doing the same for the other foot. Your daughter does a little twirl and Kei smiles at her.

His little princess.

He stands up from the genkan and gets her backpack, slipping it on one shoulder before putting his hand out for her to hold. She takes his pointer finger in her smaller hands, looking up at him with a big smile before saying, "Let's go!!" Kei smiles and he opens the door, repeating your daughter's words softly.

"Please be careful!"

Kei calls out your daughter's name as he follows her, who's running full speed towards the playground. He's so worried for her that she might trip and get hurt. He can't have that, oh no, not on his watch. He lifts up his arm to check the time quickly before walking towards your daughter, who found a home in the sandbox. He crouches down, a smile on his face as he watches her play. It's actually quite sunny at the moment and Kei notices that your daughter can't see very well, so what he does is put a hand up to cover the sun that's hitting your daughter's face, shielding her from the harsh rays. He smiles when your daughter stops squinting and he stays like that for the whole time, ignoring the fact that his arm is getting tired. He looks around the playground and sighs.

"Tadashi's late."

He checks his watch again, before looking back at your daughter that's busy making a sand pile. He puts his hand out and helps your daughter make a little mountain, while he talks to her softly about what she plans on doing with it. His ears eventually perk up at a certain voice of a little boy he knows very well, calling for him.

"Uncle Kei!!!"

Yup, he was right.

He looks behind him and sees Yamaguchi carrying his son, Haru. There's an apologetic smile on Tadashi's face, as his son makes grabby hands toward Tsukishima. He calls your daughter's attention and she stands up almost immediately, running toward the freckled father. Tadashi puts his son down, and he runs, arms wide and a big smile as he hugs your daughter. Tsukishima walks up beside Tadashi and puts both of his hands on his hips lazily, as he smiles at the sight of his daughter and his best friend's son.

"You're late."

"I'm sorry, Tsuki."

Kei shakes his head softly, as a small smirk plasters itself on his face.

Some things never change, huh?

"It's been 4 years since we graduated high school and you still call me Tsuki."

Yamaguchi laughs awkwardly as he rubs the back of his neck, "Can't help it. I've been calling you that ever since we were little." Kei smiles at the memory and he can't help but think to himself.

"We were kinda like them, no?"

Yamaguchi hums and your daughter waves at Kei before turning her attention back to Haru. She looks for him because he disappeared, only to see him crouching in front of the bushes. She gets off the swing and skips her way through.

"Haru, what are you looking at?"

"There's a beetle here, look!!" he says excitedly and he motions for her to get closer. She crouches down and her eyes widen. She picks it up and places it on her palm, making Haru screech and run away from her. Yamaguchi and Kei both looked at the kids at the same time when Haru screamed. They saw him running toward them before begging to be carried by his father, making Tadashi pick him up. Kei looks at him confused before turning his gaze to your daughter who's walking with a beetle in her hand. The blond let out a sound of disgust as your daughter shows him the insect.

"Lookie what Haru found!!"

"Very nice, honey. But please put it back where you found it." Kei replies as he crouches down to meet her level, eyeing the beetle. He backs away when she suddenly shoved it in his face, the blond almost falling to the ground. Being a middle blocker sure made his reflexes better as his hands catch and support him immediately.

"Are you scared, Haru?" she asks as she looks up at Tadashi and his son. The boy nods as tears start forming on his cheeks.

"Why'd you look at it then?"

"I only wanted to see it from afar!!" he sniffles and Tadashi gets his handkerchief out to make his son blow on his nose. "I wasn't scared at first, but you picked it up and it got close to me." She tilts her head and Kei sighs.

"Put it back, sweetheart."

He says rather sternly and she mumbles a small okay before going to the bushes, settling it down. She goes back to them and Kei gently gets her hand to wipe it with the hand wipes. She looks sad and Kei is quick to reassure her as he kneels in front of her.

"I'm not mad, okay?" he starts, "Bugs are cool, I know. Your dad works at the museum." He laughs softly before continuing as he wipes your daughter's hands, "But, sometimes you have to admire them from afar. Especially if it isn't needed to touch them, okay?"

She nods and her eyes light up, making Kei's chest feel lighter. He kisses her hands and then forehead when he was done. She walks up to Tadashi and pulls on his shirt, making him look at her.

"Haru, I'm sorry I scared you."

Tadashi puts his son down, as he crouches beside him, rubbing soothing circles on his back.

"I-it's okay," he hiccups, "Let's just play on the slide."

She smiles and Haru takes her hand, leading her to the slide. Kei stands and dusts off his pants, playing with the package of the hand wipes as he walks up to his best friend.

"I'm sorry about that."

Tadashi laughs and waves him off. "It's okay, really. Haru also needs to learn that bugs aren't that scary."

"He's kinda like you though."

Tadashi snaps his head and furrows his brows, making the blond laugh at his reaction.

"I'm not scared of bugs!" he defends.

"Oh, but you cried when a butterfly landed on you when we were 5."

"How do you remember that?" Yamaguchi asks, and Kei only shrugs at that.

They both look at their children, a genuine expression on both their faces as they watch Haru and your daughter sit on the slide, laughing and talking about things kids like. Yamaguchi sighs and hums in agreement. Kei looks at Tadashi and pats his back, making the grayish-green-haired man look at him confused and startled. Tsukishima gives a small smile before walking toward one of the benches.

"C'mon, let's catch up. It's been a while."

Tsukishima listens to Yamaguchi, as he sips on the coffee he bought from the vending machine, always making sure he has his eyes on his daughter every now and then.

"Yeah, it's crazy. Customers at the electronic store can be karens, and it's draining."

Kei laughs softly and shakes his head, "Jeez, good thing I haven't met anyone like that in the museum."

"You would've kicked them out."

"I would've made them into a museum statue."

Yamaguchi gasps and nudges Kei with his arm, laughing about how extreme he is if he encounters someone like that. They calm down and Haru comes up to them, your daughter following suit. But, before Haru can say something, someone interrupts.

"What's this?"

"Oh? What is this, bro. What's this?"

Kei closes his eyes and sighs deeply.

He'd know those voices from anywhere.

He hears Yamaguchi greeting the newcomers as soft snickers come out of him.

"Kuroo... Bokuto."

Kei says nonchalantly as he looks at them with uninterested eyes. There's a shit-eating grin on Kuroo's face as his chest is proudly puffed up. Bokuto has his hands on his hips, while the baby is his carrier just sucks on his pacifier. Kuroo gasps at his former student's expression and complains.

"Oi, why are you not happy to see your very great mentor?!"

"Because you're lame Uncle Kuroo."

A girl, probably two years older than Haru and your daughter comes up from behind Bokuto, as she makes her way to sit in the middle of Kei and Tadashi. Kuroo chokes dramatically and points at Bokuto's daughter.

"HAH?" he shouts, "You brat I bought you your Nintendo switch!!"

He crosses his arms and huffs when she ignores Kuroo, showing the new game she got to Tsukishima. He mumbles with a pout on his lips, "Seriously, she's like Kenma and she isn't even his daughter." Bokuto laughs before patting his back sympathetically, "That's okay. Believe me, she loves you and she's thankful." Kuroo rolls his eyes before he makes his way to sit on one of the playground equipment, rocking it back and forth.

"So, you got married, huh?" Kuroo inquiries with a gleam in his eyes and Tsukishima nods before looking at his daughter, who's asking for a sip of what he's drinking.

"Sorry, sweetheart you can't have this," he bargains and your daughter pouts.

"But, why?"

"Because this is coffee. You're still too young, and this is bad for you."

Kei says in the softest and the most gentle voice, it actually surprises Kuroo at how much one changes just because he's a father and married. She sighs before frowning, making Tsukishima guilty. Kei pats her head before excusing himself, Kuroo waving him off that it's okay, and turns his attention to Yamaguchi and Bokuto's family, listening very intently to Haru, who's talking about an earlier incident with the bug. Kei takes your daughter's hand, walking toward the vending machine. He picks her up, huffing an up we go before he carries her in one arm.

"You can have anything you want here," Kei starts and your daughter's eyes gleam, and this does not go unnoticed by the blond. "But," he pauses, "You can not have the coffee." Your daughter pouts and Kei smiles softly before he looks at the choices and found the closest thing to coffee he can buy, without the caffeine.

"Okay, how 'bout we get this?" He points at one of the drinks and your daughter looks skeptical, but she's considering it.

Just one more push.

"This is like coffee, but without all the bad stuff."

"Chocolate hazelnut?"

Kei hums and looks at your daughter, "Yup. Chocolate hazelnut." She purses her lips and Kei smiles at the mannerism as it reminds him of you. You'd always purse your lips when you're making a decision, and it seems that your daughter picked it up. Your daughter tilts her head, before saying a small okay. He fishes out coins from his pockets before inserting them in the vending machine, clicking the button for chocolate hazelnut. He crouches down as he gets the drink from the machine, walking back to where Tadashi and the others were. He sits down on the bench and places your daughter on one of his thighs, making her sit sideways. She waits patiently as Kei opens the drink before he hands it to her. She takes a sip as Kei slips his arms around her waist, clasping his hands together to prevent her from falling. She smiles and looks up at him, Kei tilts his head and raises his brows as he grins at her.

"How is it?" he asks and his daughter does a little dance, "It's really good." He smiles before kissing her softly in the head. He turns his attention back to the group.

"How 'bout you, Kuroo? Are you married?" Tsukishima asks, genuinely curious about his life. Kuroo shakes his head and waves his hand in dismissal to his question.

"Oh no, I'm not," he laughs before rubbing the back of his neck. "The JVA is really a lot of work so I haven't gotten around to dating anyone." Kei nods slowly, letting out a small oh.

"But it's alright. I'm not really in a rush to get married."

Kei hums and looks at his daughter, who's enjoying her drink. Kuroo smiles at Kei as he observes how gentle he is, his delicate fingers wiping your daughter's mouth because she's a messy drinker, and how he wipes the sweat off her forehead with his handkerchief. It's honestly such a heartwarming sight, the usually sarcastic, mean, and rude Kei is so gentle and close with his daughter, and you can feel the love he has for her just overflowing.

It's like two different people.

Kei catches up with the others as he watches his daughter get off and run up to Haru, to make him taste the drink━

"I heard Sugawara adopted," Tadashi says and everyone in the group let out a sound of shock, except Kuroo.

"It's not surprising?" he states unsure, "I mean he is a teacher, pretty sure he'd like to have a kid of his own." They all hum knowing Sugawara probably doesn't want to get married, but still wanted kids━

"Have you heard from Daishou?" Kuroo asks and Bokuto nods. "Yup, he got married. This baby is actually his."

Kuroo gasps and puts a hand on his chest, the other pointing toward the innocent baby. "You mean to say that isn't yours?!" he says dramatically making Bokuto laugh.

"Yup!"

"And you didn't tell me?!"

"Bro, I thought you knew. He literally looks like Daishou."

"I- No- Why are you babysitting his child??" Kuroo asks, very taken aback by the news Bokuto just dropped on him. Bokuto shrugs and casually says.

"I like taking care of kids."

Kuroo scoffs, "Tch, can't believe that's Daish- BRO I BOUGHT HIM THAT FREAKING CARRIER SO YOU WOULDN'T HAVE TO CARRY HIM AROUND TODAY!!"

"And that's on being dumb," Bokuto's daughter retorts making Kuroo shout, "Oi! You go play with Ha- DID SHE KNOW?!" he asks looking at Bokuto with a very confused and pissed off face.

"I did, hello? Like dad said, he really looks like Daishou."

He hangs his head low, before sighing deeply. They all laugh at Kuroo's misery because he just spent a lot of money on his rival's son. He isn't mad at the kid, of course. It's more of the fact that he bought his great enemy something, and the last thing he wanted to do was buy Daishou an expensive baby carrier to use.

"Bye Mr. Kuroo!!" your daughter shouts as she waves to them, "Bye Mr. Bokuto!!" Kuroo's heart swells as he waves back, one hand in his pocket while walking backward.

"Bye Tsuki's little version!!"

There's a big smile on his face as he waves goodbye, and if it weren't for Bokuto warning him, he would've tripped on the ledge. He turns around before running up to put his hand on the back of Bokuto's daughter, probably saying something about how he'll buy her a new game. Tsukishima picks your daughter up before turning to Tadashi, who's also carrying Haru in his arms, who's fast asleep. They bid goodbye to each other and Kei walks back to the car.

"Did you have fun?" he asks.

"Mhm!! Mr. Kuroo and Mr. Bokuto are really nice."

He's glad she likes them because it means a lot to him that your daughter likes his friends. It just goes to show that Bokuto and Kuroo are good people he can trust.

"That so?"

Kei smiles, a handsome and very wide smile as he looks at his daughter. Your daughter giggles before replying, "Yup! Mr. Kuroo also said he'll buy me anything I want. I just have to tell him." He shakes his head before laughing softly. They reach the car and he opens the door of the passenger side, making her sit on the baby car seat that's on the passenger's chair, securing her very well with the seatbelts. He closes the door before making his way to the driver's seat. He starts the car, checking the time on his watch before looking at his daughter.

"About that, why don't we get you your new shoes?"

Your daughter's eyes sparkles and Kei smiles, the one where he shows his teeth and it's honestly so attractive.

"I promised, right?"

She nods quickly and puts her hands up in the air, celebrating. This makes Kei laugh before he changes the car from park to drive mode.

"Alright let's go," he says cheerfully as he starts to drive the car.

"Let's go!!!" She repeats with much more energy and Kei's heart swells up.

You won't be home in another hour or so, and you can't really do anything about it if he buys her new shoes because Kei loves his daughter and he will spoil her as much as he wants.

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[darthwheezely]

Georgie Weasley HCS!

This is again, probably the first of many headcanons parts because the twins own mu ass and that’s perfectly fine with me.

Also please watch the video it makes me cry with happy tears-

Warnings: stupidly adorable men named George Fabian Weasley, diabetic level fluff, diet angst, me cussing oops

Let’s be clear: I love this man more than life itself, just because I’m a Fred girl doesn’t mean I don’t simp unhealthily hard for this man ok now I’m done let’s get into it

God, he’s such a soft boy

Like he was the kid growing up that hated seeing lil bugs being stepped on and would make it a priority to save them

“No, even bugs are living things too!” And would cradle them and set them back in the yard, whispering words of encouragement

He would frequently cry to Molly about how worried he was about if they got back to their families or not

At times like these, she was worried for her beautiful son but held him all the same

It’s the way George Weasley loves reading for me

This boy is a bookworm. Period.

He’s read LOTR more times than he’s liked to admit, and he’s read Romeo and Juliet enough times that when the Baz Luhrman movie came out he quite possibly saw it 5 times in a row

Like a movie screening a day. This kid-

That week he screams “part fools you know not what you do” to an unholy extent and Fred almost shanks him like 12 times

He also develops a crush on Claire Danes but that is besides the point

True story anyway-

He is a fantastic cook

No, like for real

If he knows Molly is busy that morning at home and he knows the Burrow is stocked enough with ingredients he can manipulate-

He’s making everyone breakfast

Like regular omelettes? Uh, Chile anyways have you HAD a George Weasley omelette

He hates following recipes too

Swears it “kills his artistic tendencies” but I really think it’s because he stresses over measurements

But that’s what Fred is for :)

His favorite muggle game is Scrabble

He whips literally everyone’s ass at it and has a copy of the Scrabble dictionary on him

“George, what the fuck, ‘aal’ isn’t a real word-“

“WELL LET’s CONSULT THE DICTIONARY HMM-“

He also just starts to make up random words

No one really argues this

So is it cheating?

Nah he just calls it ingenuity sis

Again, this is pretty canon but he has a lot of pent up anger issues

Externally, he keeps his cool light years better than Fred ever will, but internally, he just bottles it all

This is of course why George is considered to be the better beater of the two-

He waits until Quidditch to release all of his anger and stress and pain

Our angel feels resentful of Fred sometimes

He loves him more than anyone on thsi earth, 100%, but Fred doesn’t really understand how much people compare them both and how many people don’t see George as his own person

This leads to being a hyper vigilant Georgie, going above and beyond to craft the best plans

The best jokes

Just wanting to be the best at something

And Fred is there to hype him up constantly along the way, but never really will understand how hard it is for George to cope with his inferiority complex

George gets a bit clingy to his loved ones, afraid they’ll pull away when they realize he’s not Fred

He just needs a bit of reassurance and extra loving :) he deserves every bit of it

George Fabian is a crier

He always has been ever since he was little which led to a very confused Freddie (he’s not a big externally emotional human, in terms of expression like crying)

George is a big empath

He feels virtually everything that his loved ones feel which fills him with a lot of duty to protect

At all costs

George is basically young Arthur, I’m not gonna lie

He’d never say it but George just wants a daughter. Or 10.

To spoil and love and hold

He wants a child of his own to see run around and be crazy with

But also to read to every night and make them feel protected and respected and loved

He wants to be what his dad was and is to him you know?

Also um...babes is kinky

If asked if he’s a, t, or thighs?

Thighs. Every time.

This man is addicted to hips like if you’re dancing at a party and moving your hips?

Good lord he’s such a goner

He’s also packing but yknow

He’s super romantic

Probably the most romantic of any of the Weasley siblings

He’s sucker for old school romanticism and is the most chivalrous little angel

He also probably has a stash of pick up lines and romantic sentences in French or Spanish in his back pocket

Please god I love this man

He has DEFINITELY called you the following:

Darling, my love, my soul, my glorious one, it GOES ON THE MORE ILLUSTRIOUS THE BETTER

Please save me from myself writing this I’m a fred girl but god help me I would die for George Fabian Weasley

His favorite scent is of mornings

Like when you wake up early and you smell dew and grass and sunlight

That’s his favorite scent in the entire world

His favorite dessert is Canary Creams - honestly, he don’t even care about the “side effects” they just taste too damn good

You think I’m joking, Fred legitimately had to take them away from him during testing

“Georgie, stop oh my god we only have so many-“

“P L E A S E I’ll make more later they’re so yummy”

“STOP IT IM SERIOUS”

Basically our angel

And we love him. Period.

[burnedbyshoto]

mine

— Dabi didn’t want you in the slightest, but he’d be damned if anyone touched you without knowing that you belonged to him

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pairing: yandere!dabi x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, nsfw, gorey (blood and puss), branding, yandere!dabi, semi-public sex, consented sex that turns into nonconish, spitting, heavy degradation, hardcore, sadist!dabi, mindbreak

word count: 5,588

a/n: im so terribly sorry for being so late with kinktober. my keyboard is super fucked up and I had a crazy busy weekend. please do not read this if you are easily offended it got a bit crazy lol ;-; well at least for what i typically write sorry

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Dabi didn’t care about you.

As you lay on the broken, dirty mattress (was this even a mattress?) that belonged to who knows who and was in this alleyway for who knows how long, there was no telling if you wouldn’t contract some form of an STD just by laying here in your filth. You wanted to sit up. You needed to get out of this sketchy alleyway just to continue the day. But your body hurts, everything hurts.

But the tears in your eyes had long dried out. The blood, cum, spit, puss, and drool on the bed making for an unpleasant, pitiful sight beneath and on you.

But I guess there was no reason for anyone to try and take you, even like that.

There was already a warning, a brand for anyone to fucking try and take you from the person who owned you. 

His name pulsed on every throbbing, bubbling white-hot pain on your body. His hands and name forever scarred and branded on your skin.

Dabi Dabi Dabi Dabi

It hurt.

It hurt so much.

But you couldn’t even cry as a black cat with piercing blue eyes landed on the mattress centimeters from your face. It was too much.

And in the middle of the alleyway, your eyes shut, and a painful unconscious slammed through you. Consciousness no longer your friend as you ended there, ass up, gaping, cum splattering hole available for everyone to see.

It didn’t matter, you clearly belonged to Dabi, and anyone who tried to take you would be consumed with a horrid fate.

.

..

.

Dabi’s mouth was pulled back into an angry, unamused snarl.

Typically speaking, the black-haired Frankenstein of a man could look more apathetic than the gods of apathy themselves, but if you bugged him just enough, things could sink under his skin faster than you could run. But today, he seemed to have every annoying thing happen to him event after event so that he was practically simmering with putrid anger.

It had started when you had left his room in the morning louder than he liked. You both had begun a sexual relationship of sorts. As much as the League was intent and focused on driving out the hero society, libidos and sexual needs could hardly be ignored. Especially as Dabi’s own libido grew with the more success he had, the closer he was to achieve his own goal. It made sense that he and you began this relationship. He wasn’t going to touch any of the guys in the group, not to mention the fact they were about as ugly as he was, so that meant he’d have to potentially stare down at a nasty face moaning and screaming. That wasn’t going to happen. Toga was a psycho bitch that Dabi could never understand, and with her stupid stabbing addiction, he wasn’t about to trust her near his genitals. 

You had been a late joiner in the group, some dumb, weak, quirkless little bitch. 

Dabi had no idea why Shigaraki had ever allowed you to join in the first place.

You added absolutely nothing to the group.

Being quirkless meant that you were a liability in any type of fight they got into because you wouldn’t be able to defend yourself. You threw a mean punch, and you had been training with Toga in the weird-ass fighting style of hers, but it was stupid, utterly pointless because as long as Dabi and others possessed the ability to kill you without needing you near, you were a walking target. 

You were also a terrible medic. Whenever the group would return with serious and not so serious injuries, you would scream, panic, and apply bandages terribly. It was so bad that Dabi would rather die of infection than have your blubbering form try to get anywhere near his cuts and burns. 

You were a horrible liar too. Couldn’t send you into any of the Pro Hero bases or UA in an attempt to gather more information to help the group's efforts. Toga had merely transformed into a random citizen without you knowing, and your ability to be suave was a joke.

But one day, Dabi figured out why exactly Shigaraki decided to let you in, why you were someone worth letting live. He had gone to the bar for a simple drink. His head throbbing due to the fight he had gotten into while recruiting for the League. But what he came to see in that bar was that you were in the bar with Shigaraki and Kurogiri.

He looked at you as you were on your knees on the barstool. Your breasts swelling over that stupid tanktop of yours, your dumb ass shaking like a damn dog as you talked excitedly to Shigaraki. That, for whatever reason, bugged Dabi.  The tinge of color on his stupid leader’s ears and cheeks also went noticed by Dabi, and suddenly as you grabbed onto Shigaraki’s shoulders, it all made perfect sense.

You were here to be made as a whore.

Dabi ended up leaving the bar without getting his drink after all that day.

But he had caught you skipping to your assigned room, and he blocked your way, his hand shoved into his pockets as you looked down at your wide eyes.

“So that’s the role you’ll play in the world of no heroes,” Dabi spoke, his lips pulling into a lazy smirk, warmth flooding his cold skin when your own face seemed twisted with confusion and worry.

“I’m not playing any role?” you speak slowly, obviously confused, but Dabi doesn’t dwell on the confusion in your eyes or the way you step backward away from him. He follows you, stalking your every move until you’re backed against the door of his room, your doe eyes large and practically screaming for help, which only seemed to excite Dabi. You wouldn’t be finding a hero in this organization. No, you either learned how to swim, drown, or take everyone down with you. 

“Oh, so you’re not playing any games here?” Dabi asks, his hand slamming against the door right by your head, his head tilting as he leans in close to your face. He can basically breathe the anxiety spilling from your veins, festering, and throbbing underneath your skin as you find yourself unable to speak. “You joined our little group knowing that Shigaraki wanted to fuck you? Use you as the willing whore that you are?”

The fear drained from your eyes, and anger blazed instead, and for some reason, that only made Dabi more excited. He pressed up closer to you, the hardness of his cock, unable to be ignored as he pressed his swelling length to your hip.

“I’m not here to be Shigaraki’s whore,” you growled, your lips pulled back into a fearsome growl, but to Dabi, knowing the stupid, weak quirkless bitch that you were, made you look like some angry dumb puppy. “I’ve been just as wronged by this world as you have. Just because I didn’t burn off all my skin to prove I don’t fit in doesn’t mean I don’t have scars too.”

Dabi laughed, the smell of heat rising from his skin as he couldn’t help but display his power, couldn’t help but to warn you just who was capable of the most immense damage.

“Burn me,” you snapped, your nose nearly brushing against his. “Prove my fucking point.”

Dabi let out a throaty hum, the feeling of your stomach shifting against his tented pants, only serving to arouse him more. 

“Trust me, pup, I don’t have all my skin burned off,” Dabi couldn’t help but ignore your own issues of being upset as his mouth crashed against yours.

That night, Dabi realized that maybe you did serve this group in two ways, albeit one was much, much more important than the other. 

One, the lesser important reason: you brought in a new demographic. A new viewpoint of people who had been hurt by heroes and civilians who looked to All Might like a god. Quirkless people, and people with quirks that practically made them worthless, were seen as inferior because they weren’t unique. They could never be like All Might. And for that, they were seen as less, a group that deserved to die and were discriminated against for reasons far beyond their control.

Two, the more important reason: you were Dabi’s fuckhole.

This sexually frustrated, anger-fueled sex the two of you had was more than ideal, really. Dabi loved to fuck you whenever he needed, whenever he wanted. He took you anywhere and everywhere he wanted. Each time he grew bolder and bolder until he was fucking you during a meeting, fucking you while you were in a car with everyone, making your way to the next destination. 

He could care less about your whining pleas to only fuck in a room where no one could see, couldn’t care if you thought the alleyway was dirty, and the scent of dead burning bodies made your head spin. You were a quirkless fuckhole, and you would do as he told.

But Dabi would never admit you were his.

No, he would not.

Not now, not ever.

But there was something stupidly irritating and annoying hearing barely useful members of the now Paranormal Liberation Front. Everyone was obsessed with you, the useless quirkless girl who was weak and needed protection. Everyone loved the way your tits bounced when you hopped around excitedly, loved the way your ass shook when you were sitting at a bar because, for whatever damn reason, you could never sit on your fucking ass.

So, that’s where we find Dabi. His mouth pulled back into an unamused, angry snarl as you talked with some nameless member that Dabi thought was better off dead than as some deadweight help. 

“You can’t expect y/l/n-chan to be so kind to you when you’re quite the asshole to her, Dabi,” Compress chided Dabi as he took a smooth, slow drink from his sake. “You pester her daily, and from what the rumors tell me, harass her often enough that I’m surprised she hasn’t taken your face off.”

“She’s too fucking weak for that shit,” Dabi snapped, his eyes narrowing when your hand placed itself on the nameless shits arm. “She can’t do shit; that’s why she’s acting like a shallow whore. She’ll let anyone fuck her as long as it means she gets protected.”

Compress raised his eyebrow, his face not letting anything on as he slowly placed his glass down.

“Y/l/n-chan sleeps around?”

Dabi actually felt the heat rising from his skin. He didn’t know if you were, and the thought of knowing that someone other than him was fucking your tight little pussy after he did irritates him much more than he’d like. 

“I don’t fucking know, you’re the one telling me about fucking rumors. You tell me.”

“From what I hear, she doesn’t give in to anyone, despite the obvious flirting,” Compress shrugged when Dabi’s eyes locked on him in bewildered disbelief. “Why do you care, Dabi? You’re typically so aloof and annoyingly stoic. What about y/l/n-chan makes you so temperamental?”

Dabi felt his spine stiffen at those words, the inquisitive yet entirely sharp words that gutted him from the inside out. Dabi didn’t care for you. He knew he didn’t. If you dropped dead in the middle of the floor in three seconds, he knew he wouldn’t panic. He wouldn’t mourn you. He might mourn the warm body he fucked whenever he needed, sure, but not you, never just you. 

He blinked.

He didn’t need to like you for you to be his.

Heroes were what was wrong with society, but relationships were also what was wrong with people. The twisting desire for equality and equity between two different people when it should never be as such, to begin with. Dabi was powerful. You were quirkless and weak. Dabi held power, he was the one who should be deciding what you should be able to do, what you can’t, and something in the depths of his mind finally clicked. 

You were his.

You belonged to Dabi.

You were nothing without Dabi.

The laugh that poured from your lips and the man next to you, that Dabi swore he could hear right now, suddenly made sense as to why it bothered him. You don’t entertain or try to use things that don’t belong to you. You use only what is yours, and anyone who tries to touch what belongs to you is allowed capital punishment.

But Dabi, against better judgment, wasn’t a trigger happy idiot.

No, he was aware of the things idiots needed to see in order to back off. To understand that some things were there for free, and other things were already taken. He laughed, grabbing the rest of Compress’s sake and downing it before slamming it onto the table and standing up, ignoring the angered curses from Compress as he stalked toward you.

There weren’t many things in life that made Dabi lose control of his emotions, but knowing that you were out in the open without a clear mark that you were his was slowly making its way on that list. 

“Let’s go,” Dabi says, his voice perfectly calm despite the heat blazing off his every muscle. His hand was wrapped around your wrist, gripping your skin tightly as he tugged you from the barstool.

It didn’t take much for you to fall off the stool, your stupid way of sitting on bar stools allowed significant imbalance, and Dabi knew that a sharp tug is all it took to have you stumbling off.

“I was talking with Trumpet!” you cried, unable to keep from stumbling after Dabi, your eyes focused on Trumpet.

“I was speaking with y/n, if you would allow us to finish our—” Trumpet also piped up, his hands reaching to button up his suit as he stood.

“Shut up,” Dabi spoke coldly, his eyes narrowing just slightly as he took in his gaze. 

With that, Dabi continued to walk away, dragging your protesting form behind him with every great stride he took. Dabi didn’t know where he was walking, only knowing that he was ignoring every question and angry demand that filtered out of your mouth like white noise. He took sharp turns, disappearing into the alleys that he knew all too well until he found the spot he was looking for.

You were panting heavily when you suddenly slammed into Dabi’s back, exhaustion already setting in your bones from the awkward run you had to maintain in order to keep up with Dabi. You weren’t an idiot; you knew that Dabi wanted to fuck the moment that he appeared behind you with a wave of hot air. But you hadn’t expected it to be while you were in the middle of a conversation with Trumpet; while he was an asshole, Dabi always let you finish your conversations before taking you to fuck. But not this time.

Which worried you. 

Both of you had fucked the entire night last night. Your body had been abused in a million exciting ways as Dabi unleashed his libido onto you, and you had kept up swimmingly. Typically, a fuckfest like that was enough to satisfy him for a few days, two days at least, so to have him back on you within twelve hours was a bit of a shock. 

The sun was still in the sky, after all.

“You really know how to piss me the fuck off, y/n,” Dabi spoke, his tone and words ice-cold despite the blazing heat of his body. “Why is it that you think you have the right to flounder yourself off like some common bitch?”

You freeze. Oh? Was he jealous?

You had no time to even open your mouth to ask, most likely having taken too long to answer his question because his hand flared with heat, and you couldn’t help the scream that ripped through your throat. Tearing your hand from Dabi, you looked down at your burnt, throbbing skin. Your eyes widened, pained tears in your eyes as Dabi turned around, his eyes blank, cold, lifeless. 

“I’m not sure if I ever made this clear before,” Dabi asked, stalking toward you, and you whimper, holding your tender wrist to your chest as you feel something make contact with the back of your calves. “I don’t care about you. If you were to disappear the next day and never return, I wouldn’t care. Maybe I’d miss your pretty little pussy, but other than that… nothing. But you need to understand something for as long as we’re together and for how long we’re apart: you’re mine, y/n, just mine.”

Your eyes are wide, terrified of the monster before you. This wasn’t the Dabi that fucked you every night before this, this was someone else, and sour acid hits the back of your throat. 

His lips are on you without hesitation. The biting coldness of his staples on his cheeks and chin burn against your skin, and his hot hands are against the cold skin of your waist, and you gasp loudly. His tongue invades your mouth immediately, and you whimper, feeling how much colder his tongue was in comparison to yours. But you know what it’s like to share a bed with Dabi, you know that he knows of your bodies every twitch and innate desires, and like a trained dog, you cave to him despite the painful tears dripping down your cheeks.

His kisses are much like his fire, hot, encompassing, all-consuming until there was nothing left except the smell and taste of ashes and smoke. You fell to his needs immediately, the hot, swollen throb in your wrist going ignored as you kissed him back, wanting to taste the smoke on his tongue. So as the heat of his body evaporated the tears off your cheeks, you caved into his kisses. 

Your wrist throbbed as your hands reached up and curled into his hair. 

But the biting possessiveness of his body was all too apparent to you as his teeth buried into your tongue and sucked on it harshly. You gasped, your body arching into his touch as you opened your closed eyes to peer into his piercing lifeless eyes. 

You moaned, body trembling with the wild desire to make him feel good, to make yourself feel good. But you fell, his teeth letting go of your tongue and his calloused, burnt hands pushing you onto the object beneath you. The mildewy mold scent of the mattress beneath you burned into your nose, somehow damp even though there had been no rain for weeks.

Dabi was on you immediately, his body between your legs, lips simmering against your mouth once more, and his hand on your throat. His staples scraped against your chin, the cold metal scratching into your skin until it hurt. You can’t recall the last time he put this horrible power on his grips, you felt your head beginning to spin with the slow, dizzying throb of losing all oxygen, but Dabi took no mind to your struggles; in fact, it seemed to be enjoying it.

“Come on, doll, kiss me back like you actually fucking mean it,” Dabi snapped, his hands burning even more against your throat, and the other made contact with your pants. Your clothes were burnt to singe, the smell of burning fabric had long been a scent you had been familiar with, but you couldn’t even gather the energy to cry about the clothes he just burnt off your body. “Stop acting like a little bitch,” he growls, obviously noticing your shift in character, “be a good doll, and do as you’re told.”

Despite the burning, stabbing feeling in your skin, and the way you couldn’t keep the silent tears from stopping you from doing as you were told. You kiss him back as you once had before, your jaw dropping and your tongue reaching to meet his. 

Dabi growled, clearly liking the suddenly positive response from you, and you trembled against his hold. But, soon, a new scent filled your nose, a unique scent that aligned with the painful burning of flesh.

“You see, I don’t like it when things that belong to me don’t do what I want. I especially hate having to share things that are mine. Don’t get cocky, sweet thing, you’re my precious doll, but I don’t give a single shit about you,” Dabi spat against your lips, his mouth speaking against yours, and his eyes staring straight into your eyes. 

Or they would have been should you not have been in such trifling, nauseating pain as Dabi’s hand burned against your skin. His quirk sizzled against your skin, creating a perfect brand of his hand on your throat, but the pain was immeasurable, horrifically painful as you wailed against his mouth.

“Let me go, let me go, let me go!” you screamed, your hands fisting and pathetically slamming against Dabi’s shoulders, pleading to be shown mercy.

But Dabi merely looked down at you with sadistic disinterest, relishing in the way the smell of your burning skin wafted into his nose until he let go. 

You tried to scream, tried to cry to whatever god may be looking down at you to come and save you, but you found you couldn’t. The burnt, pussing bubbles of infected flesh bubbling on your throat were tight on your sweat-slicked skin, and every small movement made it feel worse.

“There we go!” Dabi grins again, his eyes wild and almost demented as he flips you over so that your naked ass is hanging out in the air, able to be manipulated to his will. The tears in your eyes were still streaming down your face, intermixing with the blood and popped blisters on your skin as Dabi pressed you into a position that would make things easier for him to fuck you in. “I can’t fuck you when your cunt is buried in this box.”

You make a noise, a small noise that sends a powerful wave of nausea through you as Dabi separates your legs and curls his fingers within your slick cunt. 

“Glad to see that your little pussy is still wet as fuck,” Dabi groans, his fingers scissoring deep within you, stretching out your hole until you pathetically cries into the mildew scented mattress. Your body pulsated with a different stimulus; the pain in your throat still burned and was feeling itchy. The thud in your wrist hurt to move. But the pleasure of his fingers buried deep in your cunt made your eyes cross and your mouth pant in the overcoming sensation of your pussy being tended to.

“D-Dabi,” you manage to croak out, the tears running down your cheeks, once more intermixing with the thick blood and puss on the burn. Your voice was disgustingly hoarse, sounding akin to someone with smoker's lungs. “P-Please.”

“P-Please what?” Dabi mocked, his hips grinding against your exposed, pert ass. You could feel the hard cock in his pants, the shift in the fabric as he dropped his own pants and underwear to rut his piercing covered cock through your asscheeks. “Don’t think about me fucking your ass, you dirty fucking bitch, I’m not gonna do that weird shit.”

“N-No!” you whimper, your unburnt hand reaching behind you to grab onto the fabric of his coat that he refused to remove. Somehow, the movement made the throbbing flesh on your throat hurt more, and you swallowed the rising bile in your throat, gagging. “D-Dabi, f-fuck!”

“You want something better than my fingers?” he continued to question, uncaring that he knew exactly what you meant by those words. He was too focused on the way your walls were much tighter around his fingers right now, a vice trap that made him both eager and unwilling to shove his cock deep within your womb just yet. 

You mewl in frustration, your hips shifting against his intruding fingers, desperate to get the coldness of his pierced cock within you already. The pain was still very much alive, but the pleasurable build in your core was quickly outweighing your mood. 

“Oh, I get it,” Dabi sighs, his fingers exiting your throbbing, soaked cunt, both his hands slamming onto your ass, gripping the flesh with all the strength he had. “You want another fucking brand. You want the world to know who you fucking belong to, who fucking owns you until the day you die.”

The words send a panicked throb in your stomach, but before you could protest, before you could make note that this was not something you wanted, his fingers grew hot. Hotter and hotter, they grew until the blue of his flame felt like scorching white heat under your skin. Impossibly unbearable pain and branding scarred into your skin as you’re able to ignore the resulting pain in your throat to scream so loudly, your voice bounces off the alley walls multiple times. 

You can’t see what he did, but you can tell that his handprints are scarred to your ass; you can feel the puss-filled blisters rising from the skin as Dabi continues to massage the skin as if it was a bruise and not some second-degree burn. You sobbed into the mattress, your face buried into the ugly fabric, snot, and tears pooling onto the surface until you were choking on your spit and rising bile. 

Before you could even adjust to the pain, your mind pounding and reeling with the stinging, melting sensation on your ass, something thick, cold, and pierced rams into your throbbing cunt. Your body lurches forward with the initial thrust, your body, despite the pain, jumping from the shock of Dabi’s cock entering you.

It’s a familiar feeling, a feeling you loved, but you can’t focus on the sense of the many balled piercing gliding against your ruffled walls. The extra stimulus pointedly ignored because the pain in your ass was currently outweighing the pleasure he was giving you. But Dabi doesn't care. Why would he care? You’re his doll, and right now, he’s in heaven. Your cunt was blistering hot against his cock and oh so fucking tight. Dabi knew why he was so obsessed with you, and it started with that tight pussy of yours that could milk him dry without even trying. 

Dabi smiled, his hands raising off the branded handprints on your ass that were caked with already horribly forming scabs, blisters, pus, and blood. He felt giddy seeing your ass, covered with trembles and sweat, covered with his handprint. There was no denying you were his, no denying that you were here to serve the League as nothing except his fuck doll. No one would want you now that you had three of his handprints branded on you, and not even he could love someone with as ugly scars on your body.

So, with the stammering, choking cries that poured from your mouth for Dabi to stop because his rutting hips slamming against your newly branded ass was too much, Dabi let his head drop back, flooded with the sense of elation and euphoria. 

You were his.

Finally his.

Only his.

“It hurts!” you screamed, your hips shifting in your feeble attempt to escape his barbaric hold. “It hurts, Dabi!”

“If it hurts so much, why the fuck is your cunt so wet?” Dabi mocked, his hips slamming into you with deeper, faster strokes. “Why the fuck are you moving your hips like a desperate whore if it hurts?”

You howl in your pain crossed pleasure, the tears soaking your face, and the mattress seemingly flowing from you without end in sight. Much like the squelching slick in your cunt that grows louder and louder and the Jacob's ladder on his cock pressed further and further into your warm velvet walls. 

“Because it hurts!” you screech, your fingers tearing into the mattress, your body spasming from the overload of sensation. Your mind slips through the cracks of consciousness, and the pain begins to override your mind.

“Oi, oi, oi!” Dabi yells, his hand coming down to slap the blistering brand on your ass, completely waking you back up. “Don’t you dare knock out on me, doll. I might call you a doll, but I don’t want you to be some fucking dumbass ragdoll when you’re on my cock!”

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, your eyes crossing and your vision spinning with the onslaught of sharp, stinging pain. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“Mm,” Dabi hums, clearly pleased with your apology. “Seems like after so long, you’ve finally accepted your useless, pathetic, quirkless ass can’t do shit.”

So, his hands shift from your ass and move onto your hips, enjoying the way your skin is so soft, so easily bruisable beneath his hold. Your body seems to block out the pain he brings to your body and only accept the lulling pleasure of it all. The noises of his drilling cock into your sobbing cunt is loud, the sopping noises loud and soft in both your ears. Dabi has half a mind to wonder if anyone would walk by the alleyway, hear your desperate, pathetic noises and call the cops. 

He smiles lazily as his cock brushes against the wall of your cervix. Would he kill you in front of them all and then them? Maybe he would make you beg for his cock more in front of the officers and kill them all should they be aroused. He laughed as his cock slammed into your cervix, the squealing pleasure ripping from your throat at the feeling, and Dabi felt light.

Oh, yes, yes, yes.

How pathetic would that be?! Heroes getting aroused as he fucked such a poor girl in front of them! Of course, they’d have to be killed because that would be immoral of them, and not to mention that once anyone got a lustful eye on, you deserved to die.

You were his.

Only his. 

“Who does this pussy belong to?!” Dabi snaps, his hand grabbing your hair by the roots. “Who?”

“Dabi!” you laugh giddily, your face still streaming with tears, your lips bloody and bitten raw. “Dabi! Dabi! Dabi!”

Dabi growls in his satisfying pleasure, his hand throwing your head back onto the mattress, and his hands press onto your shoulders as he begins to thrust faster, harder, more power into your clenching tight cunt. His fingers tear into your skin, breaking the skin and watching the ruby red liquid ooze from your skin. 

That causes you to scream, your face twisted in slight pain, but Dabi presses onward. 

He has one last thing to do.

“Such a good fuck doll, don’t you think you deserve to be rewarded for being such a good fuck? For having such a sweet, tight pussy?” Dabi asks, his teeth biting against the nape of your neck as he continued to fuck you until fluids were beginning to seep from your cunt. “I’m going to make sure that everyone in the fucking world knows you belong to me, that you are my precious fucking doll and no one else's, okay?”

You keen loudly, your body shivering underneath his, and your head nodding, your tongue unable to produce any more words.

Dabi raised his finger, the tip blazing with a small, concentrated blue flame, and he makes contact with the skin on your back.

Dabi Dabi Dabi Dabi

His name is written repetitively on your back. The layers of skin on your back wholly burned off so that the twitching pink of your skin muscles are shown. No blood comes from there.

Dabi laughs, delighted with how fucking perfect you look with his name on your back, and you seemed to have flipped out of your broken mindset and shoved back into the horrors of the pain your body was experiencing. You gagged loudly, screaming and twitching with immense pain, but Dabi continues.

“You don’t mean shit to me, though, doll; I hope you know that!” Dabi snickers, his cock throbbing when he felt the familiar milking sensation of your cunt as you finally came around him. He continued to ram his cock into you, savagely uncaring of how you begged from him to stop, pathetically asked for him to heed. “You’re nothing more than my cumslut, nothing more than some stupid sex doll for me to use. And now you’re completely ruined! No one will want you with my brand all over you! No one will, and I sure as hell don’t want you forever!”

Your body stills under him, not quite limp as though you might pass out, but cold, frozen.

Dabi doesn’t care; he never has as he countries to hammer his cock within you, his tongue sweeping over his front teeth before spitting onto his branded name on your skin. You flinch greatly at the burning sensation, your eyes trying not to close with unconsciousness as ropes of his cum and seed spill into your cunt.

You lay there, unable to move, as Dabi stands up, quickly dressing and leaving you with a mere chuckle.

You were ruined forever, you suddenly realized as we make our way back to the beginning scene.

Cold, used, quirkless.

You had no purpose in life except to be Dabi’s whore, and even he didn’t want you.

The darkness consumed you in the worst of ways right then.

[farfromtommy]

seb being a stepdad to chris' kids or vice versa!

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a/n: okay this is literally one of the best ideas ever and im so in love with this fic. i think this takes the cake for my favorite fic i’ve written!! this is mildly edited so pls be kind. im so proud of it and hope you guys love it <3

please reblog if you enjoyed reading and and feel free to leave any comments!!

warnings: drinking, mentions of sex, brief mention of medical procedure(s), there might be some language i dont remember

word count: 4,400

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Chris has been your best friend since elementary school and all through middle and high school. Everyone knew how close you were to him and how deeply you loved each other. It was never in a romantic sort of way, though. Nobody really understood the relationship you had with him, they just shrugged their shoulders and minded their business.

When Chris told you he wanted to move to New York to follow his dream of being an actor, he asked you to go with him. You shared his love for theatre and the arts and always wanted to see if you could make it as a big-time Hollywood actress. You packed all your things into your tiny car and made your way to New York with your best friend.

You spent your 28th birthday sitting on Chris’s couch with a bottle of tequila and a broken heart. Your boyfriend of 3 years broke up with you on the grounds of you being “such a drag” and “not someone he wants to settle down with any more”. You had planned a life with him. He talked about marrying you and having kids with you just weeks prior. And he had just thrown it all away.

Having gone through almost half of the bottle of tequila already, Chris took the bottle from you and just looked at you with sad eyes. He ran his hand through your hair as you buried your face in your pillow and just cried. You pulled yourself together after a while and willed yourself to sit up and look Chris in the eyes.

“I know I’m kinda drunk right now but Chris, listen to me. Can we make a pact? When we’re both 30 and if we’re both still single and loveless. Let’s have a baby. We don’t have to like… y’know… do it or anything. We can do it through insemination or in a petri dish or however they do it. I’m just- I want to settle down and have kids but I don’t think I’ll ever trust anyone else.” You rambled, gesturing wildly with your hands. Chris suppressed a laugh and looked at you like you were crazy. You just looked at him questioningly until he realized this was not the alcohol talking.

“Are you serious? Like, me and you? Having a baby? Seriously?” He pulled himself off the floor and sat on the coffee table in front of you.

“I’m so serious. You can say no, Chris. This is me asking you what you think. I always said that if I don’t have a husband or have been with someone long enough to have a child with them, that I would go to a sperm bank and do it like that. You know how badly I want kids, and I know you want them too.” You moved to the edge of the couch to move closer to him. He stood up and grabbed your hand to help you up. He dragged you towards the kitchen and sat you down at the table, telling you to wait there while he grabbed something. He came back a few moments later with a notebook and a pen.

“Alright, let’s figure this out. We’re going to ask each other questions about this and write down the answers. Any conditions we have we’ll write down, if we can’t agree on them we don’t do it. I know you’re not super sober right now so we can do this now and talk about it again tomorrow.” He wrote ‘Y/L/N - Evans Baby’ along the top. You smiled a bit to yourself and waited for him to talk.  

“I don’t want to be just the sperm donor, I want to be involved in everything. From the ultrasound appointments to picking preschools. I also want to be in the room when you’re in labor.” He wrote it down as he was talking and looked up at you. You nodded with a big smile on your face.

“I would want you as involved as possible. We would be co-parenting this hypothetical child. My turn. To keep this from getting messy, we should do it through a clinic. Me in stirrups and your swimmers in a turkey baster. Sex can make things complicated and weird, I don’t want to risk something going wrong between us and then there be a child involved. Insemination isn’t as effective but we can always keep trying if it doesn’t work.” You pulled the notebook towards you and wrote down your condition.

That went on for the rest of the night. You and Chris take turns asking questions about your hypothetical baby. You had filled up pages and pages of notes about what you both want, from how you would decide to tell your families to living arrangements to if you’d circumcise or not if it was a boy.

A little more than 2 years later you and Chris found yourselves at the dining room table of his Boston home again. The notebook you had filled just a few years back right in front of you, along with 5 pregnancy tests. They were face down on the table as you anxiously waited for the timer to go off.

“Alright, Chris. This is it. It’s been 5 minutes, we can flip them over.” You released a shaky breath and stared at the tests right in front of you. Chris grabbed your hand and laced your fingers together. You looked at each other before reaching out to flip over the individual tests. Seeing all 5 of the tests with 2 solid pink lines knocked all the air out of your lungs.

“Oh my god. They’re all positive! Oh my god, Chris!! We’re going to have a baby!” You both jumped out of your seats and jumped around the kitchen before hugging each other and crying. He kept thanking you and kissing the top of your head while you sobbed into his chest, soaking his shirt. There were lots of tears over the next few weeks from you both after confirming your pregnancy with your midwife.

8 or so months later Penelope Elizabeth Evans-Y/L/N made her way into the world and the arms of her parents. The world seemed to stop when you heard the cries of your daughter for the first time. You could’ve sworn Chris stopped breathing the second he laid eyes on her when she was placed on your bare chest. He didn’t even care that she was covered in blood and other bodily fluids, he swore that she was the most beautiful human being to ever exist.

He took a lot of time off from filming and working to take care of you both. Once you found out you were pregnant, you stopped acting for the most part. You knew that you wanted to be a stay-at-home mom, at least until she was old enough to go to school, and maybe then you’d go back to smaller roles that kept you close to home.

Chris had a hard time leaving you and Penny once it was time to go back to work. He held her close to his chest and cried at the thought of leaving her when she’s still so little. Seeing the extreme separation anxiety he was already having, you offered to go with him to set and find an apartment or house to rent for the duration of the shoot. This ended up being the greatest thing you could have come up with. Every single project that took him away from Boston, you and Penny were right there next to him. You and Penny followed him to what seemed like every corner of the Earth.

The weeks leading up to shooting The Winter Soldier were the most exciting for Chris. He had been training for months to get into shape and was really excited to have you and Penny on set with him. He had also been talking nonstop about working with Sebastian and Anthony again.

One night Chris came home with Sebastian and Anthony trailing behind him. Penny had gone down for the night and you were nursing a glass of wine on the recliner, watching whatever you could find on TV.

“Hey, Y/N. I should've called ahead, I’m sorry. We’re just going to have some beers while we watch the game.” He walked in and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek. You moved the blankets off your lap and stood up to greet Anthony and Sebastian.

“I don’t think you ever got a chance to meet these guys before. Y/N this is Anthony and Sebastian, guys this is Y/N.” Chris introduced you and you moved forward to give them both hugs.

“Sorry for barging in on you unannounced, we would’ve made sure this idiot called you before to make sure it was all good,” Anthony said, taking the beer Chris handed him.

“Oh please, don’t worry about it. He used to do it all the time when we lived in New York. Sorry, the place is a bit of a mess. Didn’t get a chance to clean today, I’ve had my hands full, especially with this one” You gestured a thumb to Chris and he sent you a playful glare in return.

You offered to put together some snacks for the game, knowing very well Chris couldn’t handle his alcohol without some sort of food in his system. Anthony and Sebastian offered to help while Chris snuck off to go see Penny.

“How long have you and Chris been together?” Sebastian made some small talk while looking for serving bowls in your kitchen. Anthony leaned against the counter and continued to sip on his beer.

“Oh, we’re not together. We’ve been friends since we were kids and we actually are just uh...” You chuckled nervously, not knowing what to say to his friends. Chris walked into the kitchen with Penny in his arms at that moment. Her head tucked into his neck, hands gripping at the fabric of his shirt and his arms under her butt.

“We’re raising our daughter together. They go with me wherever I go so I don’t miss anything and so Y/N doesn’t raise Penelope by herself. We’re co-parenting in the same house.” He said, looking at the tired toddler in his arms. Sebastian and Anthony both sputtered on their beers at the same time, not believing what they were seeing.

There was no denying that she was a product of you and Chris. Even with her sleepy eyes, they could see the bright blue color that matched the man carrying her. They saw the swoop of your nose and the color of your hair. They stood there just taking it all in.

“I had a bit of a crisis when I turned 28 after my long term boyfriend dumped me out of nowhere. It was one of those ‘if we’re 30 and aren’t married’ sort of things. We turned 30 and were both still single, so we had a baby.” You shrugged, looking over at your girl.

“And it works, being parents without being together but still living together?” Anthony asked, gesturing towards the two of you.

“We had everything figured out before she got pregnant. We had conditions that we both had to agree on before we even got serious about it. We were both very adamant about not doing it the old fashioned way so things didn’t get messy. It took some time to figure out the… terms and conditions I guess.” Chris laughed a little bit. Anthony and Seb nodded in understanding and kept looking at Penny.

“I’m happy for you, man. Seems like you both are really happy. How old is she?” Anthony walked into her line of sight and waved his fingers a bit, trying to get her attention.

“She turned one a couple of months ago.” You said and watched Penny pick her head up and look at Seb and Anthony, inspecting them a bit. Her big blue eyes landed on Sebastian and she stared him down before he gave her a small smile and waved at her. She was a little shy around new people and would usually bury her face in the neck of whoever was holding her.

To your surprise, she leaned away from Chris and moved her hands out to Sebastian. Everyone’s eyes widened as she whined a little bit when he didn’t reach out to grab her. Chris moved closer and told him it was okay and let Penny make herself comfortable in his arms. She buried herself into his neck much like she does with you and Chris, her tiny fists clutching his shirt. Her eyes shut immediately and let herself fall asleep in his arms.

The next few months went on more pleasantly than expected. Chris often had late-night shoots and training, leaving you with Penny most of the day. Anytime he knew he would be home late, he’d send Seb over with dinner or just an extra set of hands to help you with Penny. She knew you were her mama and Chris was her dada, then one day she had her Seba. Anytime you opened the door to let him in with her on your hip, she immediately squealed and started to chant ‘Seba! Seba!’ and didn’t stop until he was holding her.

Sebastian had brought up the idea of taking you to dinner one night to Chris. Even though you were a single adult who could make decisions on your own, he didn’t want to disrespect Chris at all. Chris never saw you as anything more than his best friend, it had always been like that. He was ecstatic when Sebastian brought up the idea of asking you out.

“I’m so serious, Seb. I think it’s a great idea. She talks about you a lot and really loves being around you. She’s going to say yes, I promise. Y/N hasn’t dated since we had Penny, mostly because she’s scared of what someone would think about her living with her childhood best friend who happens to be the father of her child.” Chris told him honestly. You weren’t interested in dating at all since having Penny. Mostly because being a mom was your first and only priority.

Sebastian let out the breath he was holding and ran his fingers through his hair, all of a sudden nervous about asking you to dinner. Chris clapped a hand around his shoulder and gave him a quick pep talk before sending him on his way.

The 2 years between wrapping Winter Soldier and starting Civil War had been interesting, to say the least. Everything Chris did kept him in the states for the most part. You and Penny were still trailing along with him, always loving the things you got to experience as a family.

Sebastian had found his place right in your crazy life. You had been unofficially together after wrapping Winter Soldier. He went off to do his next project and you and Chris spent some time in Boston with your families. You texted him most of the day, and he called at night to talk for a few hours before you went to sleep. He always said goodnight to Penny and she blew her Seba kisses through the phone.

He flew to Boston a bunch of times to see you, even if it was only for a few hours. You flew to wherever he was for a few days at a time, most of the time with Penny. Chris somehow managed to get you on the plane by yourself a few times and promised he would FaceTime every single night and would have hourly pictures sent.

On one of your first weekend trips out to see him, he refused to let you leave without making it official with you. He had you in tears at the end of his ‘I can’t spend another second without calling you my girlfriend’ speech. When he proposed to you he had said that the only thing better than the girlfriend speech was the one he was about to give. His ‘I can’t spend another second without calling you my wife’ speech knocked that one out of the water.

Neither of you wanted to make a big fuss about a wedding. You weren’t interested in the big white dress and the stressful bridesmaids and the whole cliche wedding things. Sebastian suggested getting eloped somewhere quiet with a handful of the most important people in your life. Chris’s mom, Lisa, had offered to hold the ceremony in her backyard. Knowing very well how spacious and beautiful it was, you and Seb graciously accepted her offer.

You kept your dress simple yet elegant, a beautiful white lace dress that ended mid-thigh, and complimented your body so perfectly. Seb kept it classy with a dark blue suit and light blue button-up that brought out his eyes, no tie, because who needs one?

Right at the end of the ceremony right as the officiant was about to have you say ‘i do’, you heard whines coming from Penny, who was sitting right up front on her daddy’s lap. You looked over to see her squirming in his lap and whining out ‘mama’ and reaching out for you. Chris made eye contact with you and mouthed ‘i’m sorry’. You shook your head and let go of one of Sebastian’s hands to motion to let her go so she could walk over to you.

Everyone aww’d as she walked over to you as quickly as her legs could take her. You bent down and scooped her up, resting her on your hip and wrapping your arm around her waist to keep her up. Sebastian made faces at her to make her laugh and keep her happy for a few more minutes. Your photographer had taken advantage of the incredibly sweet moment and had made sure to get as many shots of Penny at the altar with you.

When the officiant pronounced you husband and wife, you were going to set Penny down but Sebastian was quick to pull you both close to him and go in for your first kiss as a married couple with your daughter right there. Everyone cheered and Penny was mimicking the claps of everyone around her. Before he pulled away from you two he pressed two sloppy kisses on Penny’s cheeks as she giggled, which pulled some tears out of you.

No more than 15 people were attending the ceremony. You wanted to keep it quiet with just family and a few close friends. The reception, however, was anyone and everyone you could fit into the ballroom you had rented at one of the best hotels in Boston. All your guests had filled the room before you and Seb arrived. You nervously held his hand as you heard the cheers from everyone inside after hearing the DJ announce “Ladies, gentlemen, and nonbinary friends … let’s give it up for the couple of the hour, Mr. and Mrs. Sebastian Stan!!”

No one understood how you, Chris, and Seb managed to make your situation seem so easy and flawless. He knew that living in Boston was a must, so he bought the house that sits right behind the one you shared with Chris for so many years. He never wanted to get in the way of the system you and Chris had created over the years. Somehow, he managed to make things easier for everyone.

Penny’s first day of school was emotional for all 3 of you. You were all at your front door taking pictures of Penny in her school uniform that she looks so ridiculously cute in and the backpack that was way too big for her. She insisted on getting the Avengers backpack that “has my daddy on it!”

“Okay my love, it’s time for us to go to school! Are you ready?” Chris grabbed her tiny hand and led her to the car.

“Yeah daddy, I’m ready!” Penny said as he lifted her into the car and her car seat.

“Daddy? Mama and Sebbie coming too?” She asked him when he clicked the last buckle together. Right on cue Sebastian opened up the door to the free seat in the back and climbed in right next to her. She squealed in excitement at the sight of Sebastian buckling himself in the car.

Chris laughed at her genuine excitement and made sure all her fingers and toes were inside the car before shutting the door. He saw you lock the front door and make your way to the front seat. He noticed you put a few packs of tissues in your bag before setting it on the ground and buckling your seatbelt.

“Planning on crying today, Y/N?” Chris asked in a teasing tone. You swatted his arm lightly and scoffed at his question.

“Our baby is going to her first day of school, of course, I’m going to cry! I cried last night after I tucked her in, I cried in the shower this morning, I cried doing her hair.” You heard Seb talking enthusiastically to Penny, telling her about all the fun things she’ll get to do in kindergarten.

“It’s okay, I cried in the bathroom while she ate her waffles this morning.” You snorted at Chris’s confession and looked back at your baby girl, who was not a baby anymore. She was waving her hands around telling Seb about how excited she was to see her teacher again.

Chris and Sebastian watched from the car as you walked through the front doors of the school with Penny’s hand in yours. They had agreed that it might not have been a good idea to go in with her since they might get recognized and to avoid causing a ruckus. They both waved at her as she turned around and waved one more time before the door shut.

“Did you and Y/N ever think about having more kids together? If I hadn’t started dating her, do you think you would've had more?” Sebastian asked Chris.

“We never explicitly talked about it. She brought up wanting Penny to have lots of siblings not long after you started seeing each other. She felt guilty and thought that I was going to be upset about you and her maybe having kids one day, which meant I probably wouldn’t have anymore. I told her that this was honestly the best thing that could’ve happened because I don’t think I want any more of my own. Penny is all I ever wished and hoped for, and I got it. But since you’re together, she’ll get all the siblings she could ever want, and I won’t have to change a single diaper.” Chris nudged Seb’s shoulder with his. “You guys thinking about having one?”

“Yeah... Yeah, we are.” Sebastian lowered his head and smiled a bit. “With Penny in school and everything, it makes sense. She’s ready, I’m ready.” Seb sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He looked up and saw you walking back towards them with a tissue in your hand.

“I had the morning crying shift, it’s your turn.” Seb looked at Chris.

Just as Penny wrapped up her very first year in school, you and Sebastian welcomed Beverly Olivia Stan-Y/L/N into your family. Penelope had been so excited to hear that her mama finally had the baby she had been waiting so long for. You had gone into labor in the late afternoon and Beverly made her debut in the middle of the night.

Sebastian had called Chris an hour or so after to let him know that both you and the baby were doing phenomenally and that you were asking for Penny and wanted to see her as soon as you could. Chris chuckled at the demands you were making, knowing very well how the epidural and pain meds messed with you.

Early the next morning Penny had crawled into bed with Chris, crying for you and wanting to know when she was going to see you. It was still too early for them to go to the hospital, so he called Seb in hopes that he was already going to be awake.

A very exhausted Sebastian lit up the screen and Chris heard the soft cries of the new baby in the background. Penny’s cries turned into hiccups as soon as she saw Seb’s face because she knew she would be able to see her mama, too.

“Sebbie can I see mama, please?” Penny’s little voice spoke up. Sebastian immediately handed the phone to you and whispered that Penny was on the phone.

“Hi, baby.” You spoke softly to not disturb the baby.

“Mama when you come home? I miss you.” Penny wiped her eyes with her fists to get rid of the tears stuck in her eyelashes.

“It’s going to be a few days until I get to go home, baby. But you and daddy will be able to come to see me, Sebbie, and the new baby in a few hours. You need to go back to sleep and be a good girl for your daddy. I’m sure he’ll let you have some cuddles in his bed with him and Dodger until it’s time to wake up again.” Penny hiccuped and looked at Chris with eyes that mirrored his. He nodded his head and she buried herself closer to him.

“Okay, I go back to sleep with daddy and Dodger. I love you, mama. I love Sebbie, too.” She yawned out, her eyes blinking with sleep.

“Me and Sebbie love you so much, Penny. We’ll see you so soon, I promise” You blew a kiss to her through the screen and waited for her to throw one back. She giggled when you caught it through the camera and put it over your heart.

You, Sebastian, and Chris all watched with tears in your eyes as Penny held her baby sister for the first time. Penny had jumped right up in the bed next to you the second she walked into the room and told you about all the fun she had with Chris. Seeing your girls together melted your heart into a puddle. Chris couldn’t believe his little girl was so grown up and was a big sister. Seb thought about the night he first met you and Penny and would’ve never imagined that he’d be right here at this very moment.

Everything was so perfect and you never wanted to imagine your life being any different.

[solarwonux]

10.  “I still remember the way you taste.”

31.  “Why haven’t you kissed me yet?”

villain!wonwoo x superhero!f!reader

w.c: 2.6k (it was mistake okay I got carried away we should know this by now)

warnings: fluff, talks of death, ghosts, torture if you squint, graveyards, digging up graves (don’t do that yall), angst a little, it’s hinted that the reader can communicate with ghosts. (if you’re uncomfortable with any of these themes this one is not for you)

note: I CAN EXPLAIN OKAY I KNOW YOU WANTED JOKER WONWOO BUT LIKE IT STARTED OFF THAT WAY AND THEN I GOT SOFT. Enjoy let know your thoughts please, they mean so much to me. 

Also i will answer asks at some point, school is just keeping me super busy, BUT IM NOT IGNORING THEM THEY MAKE ME SMILE EVERY TIME I SEE THEM.

masterlist || drabble game

Wonwoo wiped the sweat off of his brow with the back of his hand, panting slightly as he stared down at the empty grave. “Remind me again why we’re doing this?” Vernon asked, digging his shovel into the ground with the heel of his boot. He rested his forearm against the handle looking at Wonwoo through his sweaty bangs. 

“There is no reason, I was just bored.” Wonwoo shrugged, his cheeks were dusted with dirt and his white dress shirt was anything but white. The truth was he had a reason, he needed a way to meet you halfway and causing chaos was the only way to get you out of that shiny tower in the middle of the city where all the heroes resided. But his reasoning would never be voiced out loud, especially not to Vernon and so he lied like it was second nature to him. 

Wonwoo missed you, He missed getting under your skin with his snarky remarks and idiotic plans to take over the world. Or at least the city. The world was his end goal, but in order to do that he needed to succeed at taking over the city first and so far he had failed. Mainly, do to you and your teammates interrupting his plans. Though along the way something unexpected happened. He had undoubtedly fallen truly, madly, deeply in love with you. It had annoyed him at first, his mind was constantly enveloped with thoughts of you. Interrupting everything he spent years working on. 

It took him months to come to terms with his unwanted feelings and if he hadn’t snuck into the masked ball held every year at the tower; he probably wouldn’t have. But the second he saw you come down the grand staircase of the ballroom wearing a dress so blue, it put the night sky to shame; he kissed you before he could stop himself. Despite the mask he was wearing you had spotted him in the crowd and led him down an empty hallway when his urges got the best of him causing him to sin. When he pulled away he was shocked just as you were, but he was definitely floored when you had cut his apology short and kissed him again. 

“So you decided to dig up an empty grave for fun?” Vernon pushed his dirt stained hand through his hand, leaving behind little specks of dirt in its wake. “How did you even know this grave would be empty?” 

“It’s mine...well used to be mine. Obviously I’m not dead.” Wonwoo’s nonchalant tone sent shivers up Vernon’s back. Once again he found himself wondering why the hell he always found himself going along with Wonwoo’s schemes. He knew there was a reason. Wonwoo never did anything without calculating all his moves beforehand, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know the true reason, more so if he was going to find out soon anyway. His suspicions were confirmed when he caught sight of you. He should’ve known that this was just another one of Wonwoo’s ways to get to you. 

Vernon didn’t understand your relationship with Wonwoo, scientifically it didn’t make sense. In simple terms Wonwoo was hated by everyone and you on the other hand were not. But the two of you had snuck around for years up until the accident five months ago. Ever since then Wonwoo’s spirits were low and he was going mad. If he wasn’t holed up in his tiny room at the apartment he was bent over a desk mumbling to himself, trying to come up with ways in which he could see you again. All of Wonwoo’s attempts before this one had failed and to say he wasn’t surprised to see you sit down, legs hanging over the edge of the grave while looking down at Wonwoo lovingly, he would be lying. Though, he supposed it had to do with the fact that Wonwoo’s grave was dug up. 

“You guys having fun there?” Wonwoo jumped. He rapidly smoothed down his shirt, leaving behind streaks of dirt, and fixed his hair before turning around. A smug smile adorning his features. Vernon shook his head and rolled his eyes. Sometimes he missed the days in which Wonwoo wasn’t in love. 

“Princess what brings you here?” He winked. His clammy hands grew more wet as he leaned against the shovel, before it failed underneath his weight causing him to trip. Seeing you again was like a breath of fresh air, the pictures he kept of you and looked at every night did you no justice. For you shined brighter than the stars in the night sky and it always made Wonwoo’s heart skip a beat. 

“Cut the shit Wonwoo, I know you’ve been turning this city upside down at least once a week to get under my skin.” 

“Well, what was I supposed to do? You haven’t been answering my calls, texts or emails.” Wonwoo threw his hands up in disbelief and you rolled your eyes at his ignorance. 

“Apologize, that’s all you had to do and you wouldn’t be here digging your own grave...literally.” You huffed crossing your arms in front of you, ripping your eyes away from his. Suddenly the memory of the accident came lingering back. You knew, given his nature, Wonwoo was calculated. He used his powers to affiliate pain on his victims without moving a muscle to get what he wanted. Though, he had never used it on you, until that night. 

He had been blinded by rage and pain and you had never seen him use so much power in your years of knowing him. It scared you and when you had tried to coax him out of whatever state he was in. He did the one thing he promised he would never do. 

He used his abilities on you. 

Wonwoo sighed before hosting himself out of the hole and taking the empty seat next you. “I wanted to do it in person, but you never showed up.” He looked down at his hands playing with his fingers, twirling the ring on his pinky. His body was consumed with guilt as your screams of agony replayed in his head. Just like they did every night. He had never once felt anything but satisfaction and bliss whenever he used his powers on someone. In fact he loved the way his victims begged him to stop, that was until you were on the receiving end of his torture. 

“You know where I live. It’s a big shiny tower in the center of town. Pretty hard to miss honestly.” The airy playfulness of your voice made his stomach swirl. He truly missed you and not just on nights when the two of you gently explored each other's bodies, but just in general. 

“I know but you know how much I hate the others, especially Joshua. He always has to stick his nose into matters that don’t concern him.” He huffed, flicking a tiny spec of dirt off of his trousers. “And I was scared.” He confessed lowly, shocking Vernon who had now taken it upon himself to sit on the soil filled ground to watch the spectacle in front of him. Wonwoo never admitted his fears and though Vernon sometimes could feel them radiating off him. It was different hearing it come from his friend's mouth. 

“Of Joshua? Dude’s only got super strength and-”

“No of you. I was scared to see you suffer and to turn me away. I was scared that if I did show up putting aside indifference for your friends just to hear you say that you didn’t love me anymore.” Wonwoo let out a deep sigh at the ending of his words. He dropped his shoulders feeling the weight being lifted off them. He felt your body shake next to him and it confused him greatly, even more so when it was followed by your laugh. Though he loved it and missed it greatly. He couldn’t deny the anger he felt towards you as you laughed at his vulnerability. 

Slowly, he felt his heart close up again and brought himself up to his feet faster than he could blink. His feet moved faster than the doubt racing through his veins and your laughter came to a stop. 

He now remembered why he swore to never love again all those years ago. 

“Wonwoo, wait come back.” You hurried to your feet, smoothing down the creases on your leggings. Vernon copied your movements. He could sense the fear coming from your body, and it overwhelmed his senses. Behind his soft eyes he quietly told you to hurry before Wonwoo did something he wasn’t supposed to. Even though Wonwoo always did without planning ahead of time, there were a few instances where he didn’t care and acted carelessly. And he found himself fearing more for your heart rather than his friend's safety. 

You sighed tugging on the sleeves of your sweatshirt before turning around and ran after the only man you had ever loved. You passed many tombstones, silently paying your respects until you stopped in the middle of a small clearing, home to one familiar tombstone and Wonwoo. His hands in his pocket, eyebrows furrowed and his teeth chewing down on his teeth. 

“After she died, I promised her I wouldn’t love anyone again.” He whispered, “but then you came along and ruined it.” He turned his head, his eyes glossy with wanted tears. “Do you know how much I beat myself up every day for what I did to her. For what I did to you. I hate myself for it, I hate that I can inflict pain on everyone else but myself because I’m not one that should be suffering, not everyone else.” 

By now he had finally let his tears go. They raced down his cheeks rapidly and it shattered your heart. 

“It hurts me that you think that way about yourself. She didn’t die because of you, you tried to save her and-”

“I was too late.” Wonwoo snorted and rolled his eyes. He stared intently at the tombstone in front of him, reading his little sister’s name over and over again, letting it burn feverishly inside his mind. He missed her dearly and sometimes he wondered why you never told him anything about the conversations you would have with her whenever she visited you. But you had told him that it was a family secret between the two of you and he never questioned you again because you had used the word family and it made him feel all giddy inside.

“Let me talk Wonwoo.” You said closing the gap between you and Wonwoo. You grabbed his face in your hands and wiped away his tears with the pad of your thumb. He had always been there to comfort you on your lowest days. His sweet words and warmth grounded you back onto the Earth, but you had never gotten the opportunity to do the same to him. He always kept himself closed off and reserved. It had taken almost a year into your secret, not so secret relationship for him to tell you about his sister’s unfortunate death and a few more months after that for him to say that he loved you. Despite all those small passing moments of vulnerability he had never once cried in front of you. 

“I love you and you’re stupid for thinking that I would love you any less because of what happ-”

“I hurt you though,” Wonwoo cut you off, earning a ground shattering glare from you that sent shivers up his spine. “Sorry you can continue.” He whispered. 

“Thank you.” You smirked and wrapped your arms around his neck, making him freeze. You were the strangest person he had ever had the pleasure in knowing because normal people would never be as comfortable as you were in his presence. “I know the kind of person you are Wonwoo, through this cold exterior there is the most loving and sensible person I have ever known. I mean, baby, you spent a whole day sulking because you forgot to water your plant.” 

“You gave me that plant for my birthday, therefore he’s our child.” 

“This is exactly my point, you have the biggest of anyone I have ever known. Unfortunately, you have been dealt a bad hand in life and I really don’t understand your obsession with taking over the world. But you’re not a monster.” 

“I hurt people though, sometimes for fun.” He whispered against your skin. In the midst of your speech he had given in and circled his arms around your waist before burying his face into the crook of your neck. Leaving the two of you in an awkward and uncomfortable position. 

“And who are those people?”

“Bad people.”

“Exactly baby, they’re the scum of the Earth and you have helped stop them.” 

“Okay, but that doesn’t make me a hero. I’m just doing what you guys can’t do. On top of that Joshua’s super strength is useless, he only gets praised because he’s hot.” Wonwoo finished and raised his head, smirking. He sent you a playful wink, tears long forgotten, causing you to roll your eyes. 

“Mingyu takes forever to get ready, but that’s besides the point. You’re not a monster so stop treating yourself like one.” 

“Does that mean you forgive me?” He pouted batting his eyelashes at you. 

“Yes you big idiot.” 

“Then...why haven’t you kissed me yet?” He puckered his lips and made kissing noises, making you laugh. “Hey I’m waiting and you know I’m impatient.” He spoke through pouted lips as he leaned in closer, his lips hovered over yours teasingly until you finally caved and kissed him. He sighed happily against your mouth and deepened the kiss. He had spent five months without the feeling of your touch and it scared him that he would forget how it felt. Yet, now as he kissed you with everything in him he realized he hadn’t and it overjoyed him to the point in which he accidentally let out a moan; making you pull away quickly and eyeing him down. 

“Control yourself, your sister, her friends and Vernon are here.” You scolded making him pout. 

“I’m sorry, i just...I still remember the way you taste, and I got excited.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Before he could plant his lips on yours again he was met with your hand pushing him away. He whined as you tore his arms away from your waist, his body growing cold. “Nooo, one more kiss.” He reached out making grabby hands at you like a child. Instead of giving into what he wanted you turned and started walking away, “Wait, where are you going?” He stumbled against his own feet before following you. 

“Home.” You looked over at him and stuffed your hands into the front pocket of your hoodie. “You have a grave to cover up with Vernon.” 

“But I haven’t seen you in five months, just give me five more minutes please.” 

“Wonwoo you just didn’t look hard enough baby.” You said giving him a knowing smirk before leaning over, giving him a chaste kiss on his cheek. He felt his eyes grow in realization as everything started to click in his head. If what you had hinted was the truth and you had shown up to every single sight he had caused trouble in, then he had to give it to you. You were a lot more clever than you led on. “Don’t think about it too hard, I’ll leave my window open for you.” You smiled widely giving his cheek a pat and disappeared through the trees. 

“You live on the twenty fourth floor.” He yelled after you, his hands falling down at his side in defeat. He heard someone snort next to him and suddenly he remembered that Vernon was there silently observing everything, just like always did. 

“Figure it out baby, you always do.”

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Title: coward :: coming clean Pairing: Y/N x Miya Atsumu Genre: angst, romance, and very slow burn [ex to lovers au] Warnings: Cursing, alchohol, mentions of unprotected sex, unplanned pregnancy, and mentions of abortion

Synopsis: You try to push him away from you but he isn’t taking any of it, the much long-awaited confrontation is there but you’re still finding a way out.

notes:

have yall seen the new season?? mY FUCKING HEART MAN NSNDNND it got me so stoked i literally wrote something about kita after that trailer skdjjdm kita is so underrated. I love him.

also, a huge thank you for the 200+ followers. Ma’am i literally only had this tumbler a month ago and im already celebrating a lot of milestones, hence i present you a more angsty chapter! I hope you’ll love it <3

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“You’re on gossip sites.” 

“Tsum-tsum, why are you so close to L/N-san? I thought you hated her.”

“Riku-chan’s calling me-”

“Everyone shut up.” The setter throws the ball on the ground, “It’s not what it fucking looked like.”

“Can we talk, ‘tsumu?” Osamu’s voice resonates the most and Miya Atsumu knows where this is going already by the sound of it.  He was surprised to see his brother come by today but when he sees why, he takes it back.

No wonder.

He follows him to the quieter side of the gym, he notices the tense air between them and he knows what's about to follow. He hopes that Osamu does this quickly, he has to practice well since he needs to impress those brats when the game comes up and try to let them have their eyes on him and not on Tobio and Shoyo.

“What the hell are you thinking?” His brother growls, “You have a fucking girlfriend. Y/N has kids and is very much in love with the dead guy who isn’t yo-”

“Why the fuck are you all getting up my ass when its about Y/N?” he suddenly cuts his brother off, eyes narrowed and jaw clenched, “It's been that way since you met her eight years ago. Just tell me that you didn’t like her from the start. You didn’t like her because she was different.”

“I didn’t like her because she wasn’t good for you.” the grey-haired twin barked back in reply, “In case ya don’t remember, You were a fucking mess after she left, Atsumu. You were almost not able to make it into the jackals because of what she did!”

Osamu wasn’t calling him by his nickname anymore, it seemed that the weight of the situation was too serious for him.

“Well, I’m here now aren’t I?”

“And you’re getting involved with her again. Can’t you give it a fucking rest already?” 

“No.”

“Miya Atsumu.” He glowered, grabbing his brother by the collar of his jersey, “Don’t throw a good woman and your career away for someone like her.”

“I’m not throwing shit, ‘samu.” He hissed, slapping his hand away but before he could walk out, the younger twin grabs him and yanks him back, swinging a fist right at his face. The team members of the black jackals are immediately thrown into panic and chaos with what’s happening. Hinata and Bokuto grabs onto Osamu restraining him from damaging the setter even more while Shion and Meian hold back the blonde setter from throwing a punch, “Stop acting like a fuckin’ brat, ‘tsumu.” The twin yelled while Atsumu flipped him off with a middle finger, clearly showing no signs of restraint. 

Sakusa remains far from them and snorts underneath his breath, completely indifferent,  “Fuckin’ idiots.”

The twins end up at the infirmary right after, Atsumu lets out a heavy sigh as he recalls the feeling of his brothers fist. They’ve never fought this bad since high school and Osamu was never one to be triggered easily.

This just showed how grave the situation was.

A curtain separates them both as they lay on their separate beds, “You’re stupid, ‘tsumu.” Osamu calls out his twin as he lays on the bed of the infirmary, a patch on his forehead and a bandaged hand. Atsumu, on the other hand, has a busted lip and swollen cheek.

“I’m not fucking five, ‘samu and whatever you saw in that picture wasn’t what it looked like.”

“But you still love her very much.” 

Silence ensued between the pair and Osamu breaks it off with a long sigh, “Ya gonna be some scrub that chases after her again or something? Break off with your girlfriend right now who looks and acts better than her-”

“Stop.” Atsumu cuts his brother off, sitting up to open the curtain to face him head on, “so, so what if I still like her? So what if I want to break off with Riku and be with her and try to take that bastards place?”

“Yer outta your mind.”

“It’s my fuckin’ life.”

“It is but I’m not watching you throw yourself away for that woman.” Osamu paused, “Just what the fuck do you see in her? She feels nothing for ya, even when you dated-”

“Now that’s a fucking lie.” Atsumu defended you, eyes glowering right at his twin, “You didn’t see how Y/N would take care of me whenever we were alone. You don’t see how selfless she was most of the time and how she doesn’t expect me to be some character that everyone expects, shit,  you don’t even see how she’d patiently sit down and just listen me babble off about how bad my day was when I didn’t even know she was from a fucking bad family with a bad life back then!”

Atsumu is panting from that long explanation and he’s shaking because why couldn’t they see it? Why couldn’t they see how much you tried back then? How relationships were so out of your comfort zone but you force yourself to try it because he asked you too. He feels sick, he feels sick that they couldn’t see. That they could only see the tip of the iceberg.

“Yet she doesn’t feel the same for you.” Osamu points out,  “Not anymore. So stop clinging onto her with those past memories of yours and move on, ‘tsumu. Fuckin’ suck it up, life isn’t fair.”

“Nope, don’t wanna.”

“ ‘tsumu-”

“I-I’m breaking up with Riku. I want Y/N back in my life, I want her. I-I’ve never wanted anything so badly since volleyball, ‘samu. If I have to wait again, shit, I-I don’t fucking mind.”

Osamu sees the glint of conviction in his eyes and lets out another hefty sigh, god, he feels like he’s aging faster because of his twin, “I know you won’t listen to me.” he settled, he knew that if Atsumu wanted something, he wouldn’t stop until he got it, “Just know that I fucking told you so.”

You’re wary.

After that little stint your mother had pulled, she kept calling you and bothering you. It also didn’t help that you ended up on tabloids because someone had caught wind of that little moment you and Atsumu had. If it weren’t for your kids' over-excitement on Atsumu’s promise, you wouldn’t be here, “...Y/N-san? Are you alright?” Sugawara asks, tilting his head in curiosity as you enter the arena.

Some people seemed to have recognized you and the kids that you had to hold onto them tightly in case anyone did try to approach you.

“I’m good.” 

“Kaasan, kaasan, I saw a super big picture of Hinata-san!” Youta called out, pointing at a rather big banner of the orange-haired blocker.

“I think I saw Kageyama-san buying milk, can I follow him, kaasan?” Yuuto adds, blinking innocently as he looked at one of the stalls.

Sugawara is absolutely in awe by your calmness in this situation, he knows that you’re probably feeling far from alright after all those gossip articles came out. Atsumu, of course, tries to lessen your burden by letting out a public statement that you were his good friend back in college but it didn’t really help since someone tweeted a picture of the both of you back in college with the caption that you were exes.

“Could you do me a favor, Sugawara-san?” you turn to the man, “Do you mind switching seats with me? Stay with the boys in front while I just stay at your seat?”

“Sure but wouldn’t Atsumu be-”

“Please.” You frowned, giving your ticket to him, “I’ll take the kids right after the match.”

The boys looked at you in complete wonderment when you didn’t follow them to the front row. You maintained a good distance as the game started, the players being introduced on the big screen. Your eyes narrow when Atsumu gets out of the dugout and gazes at your kids in confusion then around the crowd as if he was looking for someone.

“Don’t be silly.What feelings would there be but hatred?”

“It’s anything but that, L/N-san.” 

You felt your fists clench as soon as the game started, you wanted to direct your focus to the game but Inunaki’s words kept bothering you and pestering you throughout the whole thing. Why did Atsumu like doing this to himself? Was this some sort of premonition? Were you going to have to tell him?

What if it ended up like your parents?

Would your kids end up like you?

Cold, untrusting, and anxious?

Would you end up like your mother?

A borderline alcoholic, desperate for a man’s love?

Would Atsumu wake up and realize one day that this was all a mistake and call you one too? Blaming you for every single bad thing in his life?

You held your doll tightly on your hands as you held your breath behind the pillar, you had just come home from Daiki’s house as you heard the loud voices of your parents arguing again. For the past years, it seemed to have worsened and you spent more time around your friend’s house rather than this cold and big empty place you called home.

“...are you doing? It's the middle of the day! Stop drinking!” you hear your father bellow.

“What’s it to you? Shouldn’t you be around with that young woman? That whore you proudly call your business associate?” 

You flinch as you hear those harsh words and the sound of a bottle breaking, it seemed like the argument was particularly bad today. You shakily make your way up to your room, wanting to avoid this ordeal and skip dinner but fate wasn’t on your side today. 

Despite your light footsteps, they seem to have noticed your presence.

Your father’s eyes soften just a bit while your mother’s remain cold. As much as possible, you grew up wanting to avoid those scary and expressionless eyes. At the young age of five, you feared your mother and loathed your father at the same time but that didn’t stop the fleeting feeling of wanting them to change. Wanting to feel the warmth and youth that every child craved for.

You suck in a deep breath, “I-I’m home, okaasan, otosan.”

“You’re always out these days, Y/N.” her voice is cold, far from the warmth that a mother should have.

“I-I was out with Daiki.”

“With that boy again?” a frown immediately paints her features, a small tsk under her breath to signal how disappointed she was of you yet again, “Aren’t you supposed to be studying? You said you wanted to skip a grade this year.”

“I-I am.” you replied, “B-but Daiki-”

“All you need to do is study and get good grades, Y/N.” she cuts you off, walking close to you, the smell of alcohol growing stronger, “Is that something too hard to do? Are you being ungrateful now?”

You turn to your father for help but he remains unmoved, was he really going to watch your mother do this to you? You hold onto your doll tightly, trying to control yourself. You shouldn’t cry, especially not in front of them. 

“N-No, okaasan…”

“Then why are you crying, Y/N?”

Your eyes widen as you feel the wet substance flowing down. No, no-

“Answer me.” she repeats, you feel the tears flowing down faster, “Why are you crying, Y/N? Are you feeling ungrateful? Is that how it is-”

“(M/N) That’s enough!” Your father finally says but your mother continues to ignore your father.

“Don’t you think we should tell her that she shouldn’t feel sad?” she expressed, telling your father as if you weren’t standing there, “After all, we didn’t have her aborted, she should be grateful we let her live well with three meals a day and expensive clothes and belongings. Even if she was a mistake.”

You're shaking so hard at the moment, you didn’t like where this was going at all. Your father can’t respond to your mother’s blank tone, did he agree too? Were you, were you really just a mistake? Countless questions flooded your head as she walked close to you, her cold presence looming over you even more so today. With the same blank and expressionless tone, she says, "if you probably hadn't been born, we would've been happier. We'd have better lives, Y/N. So don't go around and cry and think you got it bad, you hear me? Your sadness is nothing compared to ours. It's nothing, Y/N. So stop being ungrateful."

You watch as the game comes to an end. You had zone out for the most part, the fleeting memory of your past and your anxiety bubbling up couldn’t keep you still. You texted Sugawara that you’d meet him and the boys at the front.

You were about to leave your seat when you saw the blonde approach the kids after the game, ruffling their hairs and pinching their cheeks with a huge smile. Why couldn’t you be as open as Atsumu? Why couldn’t you express yourself well? 

You shut your eyes tight and turn to the exit, right, you were a coward. You didn’t face things like this head-on, you ran from them because in all your life, the only thing you knew was fear from people you expected love from.

“Y/N…” 

You turn to find Atsumu standing there, still in his jersey and a towel hung on his shoulder like he had just ran out to chase you. Where was Sugawara and the kids? Why weren’t they here yet? What is he even doing here? You grab his wrist and immediately pull him towards a private area.

“Are you out of your mind? What are you doing? You have a girlfrie-”

“We broke up.” he cuts you off.

“W-what?” 

“We broke up.” He repeats, “I couldn’t stay with her anymore, Y/N.”

You clenched your fists, what was he even thinking? Wouldn’t the rumors worsen if he broke up with her now?

“I-I can’t let you go again.” Atsumu confessed, throwing all his pride out the window again for you because damn it all, you are worth it,  “I can’t keep pretending that I’ve moved on when I’m clearly hung up on you.”

“What are you doing?” You spat, anger slowly creeping in, all the pent up emotion towards him being released, “Why would you do that?”

Atsumu notices the change of emotion, you’re getting angry. It’s a complete contrast to what he was expecting, he’d expect the calm and cool exterior, even expected you to cooly reject him like the past but this, this was new, “Why can’t I?”

“Are you out of your mind?” You exclaimed, “I left you! I have kids from another man-”

“So?” He asks, walking closer to you. The familiar smell of perfume and sweat invaded your senses, something you were accustomed to when you were dating him back then. He traps you between the wall and him. You can see the busted lip, what happened to him? Did he got into a fight? You feel like your mind was turning blank by the sudden events. You want to say something, anything but he’s rendering you speechless again, “What if I tell you I don’t care? What if I tell you that I still feel the same even after all this time?”

“Y-You're insane...I-I’m in love with someone else-” you tried to lie but you remember this is Miya Atsumu, he doesn’t give two shits and was willing to work as hard as he could to get what he wanted.

“Y/N, your kids told me that the bastard left. Why didn’t you tell me?” he cuts you off, this time, his voice seemed disappointed and angry yet you didn't know if it was towards you.

“W-what would you have done then?”

“If you’d come back to me then,” he paused, voice turning soft, “I would’ve helped you. I would’ve been there to stand in as a father if you even needed one.”

You’re trembling at his confession, were those words really from the heart? 

“Y/N, I don’t know what happened between you and that guy.” he laughs, he didn’t expect it to be like this, that even after six years he’d still be pinning over the same woman who repeatedly broke his heart, “I don’t know what happened between you and your fucked-up family. All I do know is that I’m still in love with you and I’m willing to wait here until you’re ready. I won’t ever leave, Y/N. I-I don’t think I ever will.”

“You’re crazy.” You shakily point out, you’re in a fit of rage. You’re angry at him, you’re angry that he still lowers himself to you when he could do so much better, you’re angry that he still feels the same after all the shit you put him through, most of all, you’re angry at yourself because you couldn’t own up and tell him about everything.

Atsumu slowly holds up his hands, wanting to cup your cheeks but it is immediately swatted away. He notices that you’re trembling now, your facade, slowly crumbling.

“What made you think that I’d come back to you?” Your voice was trying to maintain it’s cold and emptiness tone yet your eyes showed the complete opposite, “Please be selfish for once, Miya-san. Just because you give your all to me, does not mean I’ll return it. I hope I really don’t see you again.”

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Victor’s - Moody Date

Hello! This is my entry for @little-butterfly-writes ‘s Contest . It’s my first time writing and I really enjoyed the process of it, enjoy reading this date!

Fandom: MLQC - Victor Li x Duckie (Mc)

Genre : jealousy jealousy jealousy , comfort , Filled with romance ( fluff)

Word count : 3,309

As If its not obvious enough to everybody.

I have feelings towards my boss, victor Li. I did fall in love with a person that I know i can’t reach even if i had him in my wildest dreams. I all i am wishing for is that no one know about these hidden feelings hoping that i will be able to maintain the decision i took and forget about him, But unfortunately things goes unplanned after I experienced certain feeling. jealousy .

If Kiki , Anna , the rest of my friends and colleagues found out about my secret feelings including the letters I wrote about victor secretly , I would get in big trouble , what letters you may ask? It’s simple. Basically, when i feel like I can’t control the love i feel towards him . I write down all my feelings in a letter and hide it somewhere , i got this idea from a movie i watched last year. At first , I haven’t thought not in a million years that I would use this idea and especially writing my unwanted feelings towards my CEO ,Aka victor li .

He was very strict and seemed to be very rude, i used to hate on him . He isn’t my type in men plus we’re completely different. Its not a big surprise since he is the CEO of an worldwide successful company ,LFG.

Just to clarify our differences. He made his company from the beginning meanwhile me, A young lady who inherited a show from her father once she Graduated from college. I didn’t even have an experience in life or the business field.

Everything were so difficult to me and it felt like an endless maze , the fact that I have him as my investor was like a miracle . Not only that but he really take good care of me . He is older in age , with a mature mindset . I am just young reckless, hesitant and inexperienced girl who just got a big position and so naive comparing to what she is responsible for .

I thought alot about giving up but victor make me change my mind and Instead of giving up he gave me the motivation to challenge him , i was in the mood to show him and prove to him that i can take the harsh responsibilities like an adult And be someone who is trust worthy enough to have his five hundred million investment in my show .

With time, i fall in love with him. And with everyday goes by it only grows bigger and bigger than the day before. The more i try to hide my feelings. The more it becomes obvious . When he confessed his feelings to me that day in the rooftop. I was beyond happy. I couldn’t sleep that day. But I quickly get back to the harsh reality, and remembered the huge gap between us, Victor deserve someone near to his position. Not me, comparing to him i am just a crybaby who rant about submitting reports and dealing with the deadlines every week .

But one day, I don’t know what’s goes inside my brain . I couldn’t even control my own body. When i found out that Victor would go to the awards banquet with another woman, I stopped thinking and I couldn’t care less about how weird i am behaving with my colleagues . In that night , i saw victor leaving the fancy banquet hall with another woman.

She looks way more mature and wiser than me. To put it in simple words she has everything i lack, and to my unfortunate luck. She does everything way better than me . And tonight , I witnessed My heart sinking in the ground. Its like i just got drenched in icy cold water in this snowy weather . I drank Alot . Wine, whiskey and even brandy . I couldn’t even recognize the bitterness in them . I just drink to be numb and ease my heart.

When the banquet came to an end ..

“ you two can head home first, its late . The weather is pretty today so i just want to walk and be alone for some time “ I spoke with a shaky voice tone, then left after grabbing my hand bag from the table.

“ whats wrong with our boss? She’s has been acting weird these few days especially today” Kiki spoke to anna.

Anna were worried as well , she just shrugs in confusion replying to kikis question.

“ i have never seen her like that before!” Anna added

“ it’s dangerous to let her be alone !, we can’t just leave her there! “ kiki said

“ she wanted time to get her self together, I think its very inappropriate for us to interrupt her wishes . * she smiled * Don’t worry minor would keep his eyes on her from afar “ Anna said while patting Kiki s shoulder gently to comfort her .

After leaving them. i rushed to the back beautiful garden to try and process everything happened tonight , the scenery were amazing but I couldn’t focus and appreciate it , I started regretting what i did, I shouldn’t push him away acting dumb and slow from the beginning. I love him more than anything, I admit i am very jealous and I don’t know how to deal with it because its my first time feeling this way about someone. I have never wanted someone as much I do for Victor.

These feelings were so exhausting to bear alone ,I was so hopeless that i even shared my story anonymously in tumbler with people but everyone advised me to stay away and forget about him for endless reasons. Yeah, they were right. But..

I also can’t… I CANT STOP LOVING HIM AND GIVE UP ON THIS . people wont have mercy on us and our relationship since we are a boss and worker in love but now seeing this . Realizing I might lose him forever. I don’t care, seeing him taking care of a random woman and accompanying her in the banquet really make me rethink about everything and even that thoughtful decision i took and was so confident about . I decided to head to the parking section for cars to follow them. I started running like crazy .

“GOD PLEASE PLEASE LET ME MAKE IT , PLEASE DONT LET THEM LEAVE TOGETHER ! . PLEASE.. I CANT LOSE HIM THIS TIME” i said begging .

I can lose anything and everything, but not him. I can’t lose Victor!

Because no one loved me like he did And I can’t imagine falling in love again with a different man.

Suddenly my foot slipped and i fall.

The expensive pair of high heel that i brought got ruined too. One of them broke But I couldn’t stop here! Im still in the middle of the way . My legs started be numb and it hurt a little because these shoes were new too , But I didn’t care, I can’t lose the path that can lead me to them! I still have to find Victor!

When i reached to the cars parking space , I couldn’t find them…

My nose suddenly started to burn and my eyes started sweating?, i decided to go back inside the banquet and sit . I couldn’t find chair there so I went to sit the corner on the stairs like a lost child. I started to cry heartily like a baby who lost her parents . But for me comparing to the baby I lost everything, I lost Victor..

My body is shaking and I couldn’t stop the thoughts in my mind. My mind went wild and started to even imagining how they would look together in the church . Kissing each other passionately after announcing them as a husband and wife. My heart suddenly started to beat so fast and I began to struggle breathing , while sobbing quietly.

Suddenly i felt a warm coat landed on my head, shoulders and has familiar manly scent ..

my face were swallowed, especially my eyes and nose. I was slow to react and realizing that this coat belongs to him…. And only him. Victor..

I felt strange feeling , i was happy and relieved that i was able to meet him again.. and that happiness give me strange feelings in my tummy . I believe that’s what they call “butterflies in the stomach” , I felt really warm. I don’t think it’s because of that coat. But him. Who give them his scent and body temperature

“ * sigh helplessly at the view* Dummy.. what are you doing here in this condition ? Don’t you know it’s dangerous area, especially in this hour? What if someone came for you ? Or even decided to kidnap you ,taking you away ? What are going to do? I searched everywhere for you and I couldn’t find you its like you weren’t in this earth from the beginning , WHERE THE HECK YOU WERE??? ………. But most importantly are you okay? Did something happen?……… Duckie , are you crying? “

my eyes couldn’t stop the tears from coming out when he were talking in such an sharp voice, he was really worried so he was furious to see me in such a state alone , but when he noticed that i was crying so hard, sniffing and wiping my eyes his voice turned so soft and calm

he grabbed my hands and hold them between his hands to warm them up

I refused to talk or face him because i wasn’t looking at my best right now, he just kneeled down to my level like prince charming and looked at me, he noticed how swallowed and red my face are.. he reached with his hands to hold my cheeks while massaging my under eyes

“ do they hurt A lot? “ he said quietly ,

I nodded while looking in the ground, my eyes fell upon his shoes trying to avoid his glare.

“If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine too. Lets go home first … its getting late” he said..

I nodded because i was too tired to reply using sentences . I stand and remembered my broken heels and slightly injured foot.

Before I could explain, Victor carried me bridal style , I didn’t needed to explain anything. I felt warm , safe and happy, that I forget that I’m being held between his arms . I gave up to the warm sensation and fall asleep.

Victor put me in his car gently , wrapping my body with his big coat then went to grab hot tea and body warmers from the super market near by.

i took some time to wake up, when i wake up i was still in his car , the car was really warm. I didn’t find Victor on the driver seat so i looked outside.

i saw him tapping on his tablet working and answering calls . I also noticed that we’re near the sea and its 12am . I took my time appreciating the view , then i knocked at the window. Victor saw me and returned to the car.

“ you wake up, how do you feel now ? “ he asked with a soft voice

“ i am better now , sorry for making a scene back there. I was really upset about something so i was drunk , angry and upset thats why I decided to be alone , sorry i worried you and caused you trouble “i said while looking into his eyes.

“ dummy… And why did you drink? “ he said angrily ..

“ please don’t be mad i was just so upset, can’t you just allow me to drink only this time?” I said

“ yes, i am angry at you… but also glad to see you safe and better. After all , i can’t ask for more from dummy like you” victor said then poked the tip of my nose lightly with his fingers , after that he patted my head gently, smiling at me .

“ its late, let’s head home” he said

After few minutes driving i realized that we are in different path and its unfamiliar to me.

“ where are we going “ i asked hesitantly ..

“ to My home” he said

“ to your home??”

“Well, only if your apartment was nearby like my home. Its late already, just sleep tonight in my house” he said calmly

I nodded in agreement.

After few minutes we arrived.

Victor opened the door for me , i entered inside . His home was big but also felt so warm and cozy . Victor turned to face me “ go and take a hot shower, then dry your hair. Don’t get cold. I asked them to prepare you clothes. If you need anything ask me “ he said

i went to the room. It was big as expected and has a fancy bathtub. After i finished showering and preparing for bed. When i was about to head to sleep, I suddenly heard knocks on my door .

“Get in “ i said

The door was opened and it was victor, he was wearing his classic black pjs

“ as expected, you didn’t even dry your hair yet you headed to sleep anyways“ he said..

“What if you get cold?” He added

He went to grab a hairdryer from the drawer . Then turned to face me

“ come here” he said

I understand what he want so i sit and give him my back. He started to dry my hair, touching my hair so gently. After he finished drying my hair he took a hair tie and started to tie my hair.

“ there’s something I wanted to say to you” he said

“ hmm? “ I replied

“ i will get to the point “ he said

“ I might not know what exactly that got you so bothered like that , but you must know that there are a lot of circumstances in the world that are out of our control. The causes and reasons behind every circumstance is complicated. In a world where it’s impossible to know everything, it’s normal that we experience things we cannot understand and find difficult to accept. Even so, we have to accept it. There are many ways to accept it. Crying is also one of them. However, only for one night. ( he took my hand that was planning on reaching my face)…. And don’t rub your eyes, it will be better if you leave it and take a good sleep “ he added .

After leaving, he leaned to kiss my head .

“ good night “ he said

“ wait! “ i said

His eyes locked into mine , waiting for me to say what I want to say.

“ why did you went to the banquet, with her? “ i couldn’t stop my curiosity so i asked him .

He chuckled quietly then pinned my chin forcing me to look at him..

“ you jealous? “ he said

A bold idea came up to me ,

“Yes..i am! “ I didn’t wasted time and answered his question seriously.

He was frozen in his place , stopped chuckling and has a surprised face expression .

I gathered all my courage to say the three most difficult words ..

“ i love you victor! “ i said , while looking into his face..

then reached to his face and give him a quick peck on his lips ..

“ don’t make me feel this way again, I hate it !“ i said and then went for another kiss . But He didn’t kiss me back , still surprised by my bold move.

“ when i saw how you looked to her when she was talking to you . You were smiling while and looking into her eyes , I wondered if you ever started to lose your feelings towards me , i was really scared of losing you.. i even started to imagine how you would look in your groom suit .. standing beside her in front of everyone… i was so scared “ my voice cracked at the end.. i felt the tears forming in my eyes

“ I really… really don’t want to lose you . I did my research about her, She won countless times and even has the f-“ my speech were cut off with his hot kiss .

He closed his eyes and rested his one hand on the back of my head and the other on my neck.

He pulled his lips away from mine when he noticed how i was struggling to breathe.

“ … you talk too much” he said while maintaining his sharp eyes on me.

“Since when you had these thoughts on that little brain of yours? Instead of using it on useless things, apply this effort and worry about your unfinished weekly report instead. You thought I haven’t noticed how distracted you were ?“ Victor said.

“ relax dummy , Lili is just an older sister to me. She asked if i can company her since her husband on business trip outside china. Lili is busy in work but also dealing with three kids at the same time. I was just helping her manage the deal she had with SJ company , you don’t have to worry that little head of yours on such matters “ victor added.

“ Duckie, i searched for you, and luckily after 10017 years i was able to meet you again. The little head of yours could never imagine how bad I wanted to see that silly smile of yours again. I waited for so long , and you better make it up to me. In other words , Be mine” victor said , while holding my left cheek and went for another breathless kiss ..

“ i —-love —-you——-, Dummy “ he said between his kisses ..

“ don’t close your eyes, look at me when iam talking to you. You know that i love when you’re bold with me, right?” he said smiling at me then slightly biting my lower lip ..

“I was so happy when i met you, in the end of the banquet . I thought you went with her“ i said while having a big silly smile on my face

“ There is only one thing you should be happy about……. It has always been you and only you” he said while looking at my eyes and holding my hot blushing cheeks in his big hand .

After making out sessions for straight two hours , he lay me down on the bed pulling the quilt over my body.

“ go to sleep, and NEVER think about theses useless matters . if you want to ask me something Just ask me directly ... Goodnight dummy” he said ..

“Good night” i replied softly

He smiled then give me a final forehead kiss and went outside the room after dimming the lights ..

In the next day i went to LFG to submit my weekly report , suddenly i received a call from Kiki

“ boss, i made a surprise for you!! you are going to thank me for it . Don’t overthink about it, and just enjoy the surprise” she said while giggling in mischievous manner.

She closed the call, i was nervous and curious at the same time but I didn’t pay much attention on that because I didn’t have much time left, i have weekly report to submit! . I hurried to victors office and luckily I arrived on time but I found my secret love letters has been opened on victors office already and he had one of them on his hand , taking his time reading it while drinking his coffee ..

he noticed me standing near the door , surprised and embarrassed . Victor smirked in anticipation

“ You have a lot of explainings to do , Producer Duckie “ he said while giving me smirky face

what a Great start to my day.

The End

Thank you for reading, see you next time!

[mintmatcha]

9 months, 28 days

Chapter 3 of 10 Months

CW: discussions of death

A/N: this is the end of the beginning! im not sure exactly how long this stories going to be but yolo

The cafe is almost empty, just like always. That’s why they loved this place so much as kids. No one they knew was ever here, sitting in the mothball scented booths- only the occasional elderly couple who didn’t give a fuck that the place hadn’t updated it’s decor since 1995. Clouds rolled in overnight, painting the town a somber grey. Mattsun feels like it should match his mood, but it doesn’t. He’s not sad, he just… is. There’s this weird, turbulent void in his chest where his despair should lie.

Hanamaki’s in the corner when he arrives, nestled into the booth with a mug. He watches the rain trickle down the window, tracing the paths of the drops with his finger tips. It’s very ‘white girl protagonist’ Mattsun decides. Like he’s the star of a Hallmark movie. The void in his chest pulses and he swears, just for a flash, it was warm.

“Hanamaki.” Mattsun slides in across from him.

“Well, lookie here at the big boy in his big boy suit.” Hanamaki taps his nails against the glass, not even looking at his friend. “Did your mom help you pick that out?”

“This is technically a business meeting, so I had to wear something nice.” he explains. “Or else my boss is going to think I’m just screwing around.”

That’s what it feels like. It feels like work. He’s just putting all of this into his little box, so he can file it away in the storage files of his mind. He’ll process it later, when the moment’s right.

Or never.

Makki tents his fingers together, like he’s some sort of super villain. He’s always had this casual, uncaring air about him, but it seems to have developed further into a chaotic mess. “Ah, so you’ve decided to plan my fun-eral.”

The black haired man sighs. “Only if you stop calling it that.”

The waitress wanders up, expecting orders in her typical, unfriendly way. If he didn’t know better, he’d assume it was the same woman from years ago, still equally sick of her job.

Neither of the men look at the menu. Mattsun orders a cheeseburger omelette and a coffee with six sugars, the same horrible thing he’s been getting since high school. ‘The American Experience’, they called it. Makki orders plain toast, notably not the same thing he’s been getting since high school.

“You should eat more,” Mattsun says, “You’re too thin.”

“Who are you? My mom?” he takes a long swip from his mug,

“If I was, I wouldn’t be-” Mattsun stops himself, much to Makki’s delight.

“Oh, please make a dead mom joke. Please.” Makki’s on the edge of his seat, leaning halfway across the table, “My mom would have loved you making a joke about her.”

Mattsun slinks down so far that his knees pump against the booth across from him. “That’s… yeah, you’re right. She would have loved it.”

Mattsun wants to say he misses her, but it doesn't seem fair. To miss Hanamaki Hana would be to miss Hanamaki Takahiro, and he certainly wasn’t allowed to miss Hiro.

Makki looks exactly like his father. He's there in the too thin nose, the gap between his canines and molars, and the clubbed way their fingernails grew.

but his mom's in his idiosyncrasies. She's in the laughter, the winks, the tiny things that make Takahiro himself. Truly a mama's boy, Makki taps his cup against his front teeth the same way she did. It's their thinking face.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Mattsun regains control. His notebook and reading materials jut out against his stomach from their spot in his coat.

“Are you really sick?” It surprises both of them. Maybe it was the thought sitting at the top of his head, maybe he meant to say it. All of this just feels too sudden, too random, Mattsun just can’t quiet his doubts.

This is why the time apart was good; Makki made him do stupid things, made his brain stop working.

“I- uh. Yeah.” Makki's face doesn't change, but his shoulders fall. The tension in his body deflates as he goes back to looking out the window. "You're such a dick."

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“You really think I’d lie about all of this?” he laughs, but it's flat, "To do what? To crawl back into your life?"

"That's not what-"

"Newsflash, asshole- I've been doing great without you.” the mug slams against the table, “I've been really, truly, wonderfully happy since-"

The other man picks up one of the pieces of toast and examines it, before carefully ripping the crust off. It’s a delicate procedure, carefully peeling off the edge on one, long piece. Makki opens his mouth to continue, then closes it with a low, thoughtful hum as he rolls the crust into a little ball.

"Makki." Mattsun holds up a finger, pausing the conversation for a moment as the waitress approaches. They sit in silence, mumbling only a quiet thank you as she

drops off the plates. She doesn't seem to notice the tension in the air or if she does, she doesn't care. She pours the coffee carefully, counts out the sugar packets like she's rationing them. As soon as she turns, he sighs and curls his hand into a tight fist, holding it in the air for a second before letting it fall. "Continue."

“This was a dumb idea. Forget I even asked you to do this.” he tosses the bread ball into his mouth and chews, “I’m just gonna go.” Standing suddenly, he grabs his coat from the booth beside him.

This would be the third time he let Makki leave and, according to the time left, the last. Life is fickle, an unpredictable lace pattern made by the people in your life coming and going. Mattsun was used to dealing with the final goodbyes and usually found comfort in it. No more chapters to write, all secrets buried and forgotten- truly, nothing left but what you can see in rose colored glasses.

And yet some part of him- the stupid part, the crazy part, the self loathing part- panics at the thought of seeing this end.

"I know you're better without me." Mattsun sighs, "But I want to help you, if you'll still let me."

“Stop.” Mattsun’s heart pounds so hard, dancing across his skin, that he can barely recognize he’s touching Makki, holding his wrist down against the table. “Sit. Eat."

Makki just raises a brow.

Reluctantly, he complies, but not before he tugs his hand out of his friend's grasp, the corner of his mouth twitching up in a sneer. A boundary has been set- no touching.

"I'll let you." he turns his attention back to the mangled food on his plate, "But only because I want to finish my toast."

"We good?" They are not, but Mattsun prays for a lie.

"For now. But watch yourself." It's a win, albeit a half hearted one. Mattsun pulls a tiny notebook from an inner pocket of his coat and flips through the pages until he reaches the last page; it's the farthest out thing he's planning, of course. It’s marked ‘The Hanamaki Service.’

They let the silence sit between them as they pick at what’s in front of them. The terrain of this relationship is uneven, constantly changing. It’s like hiking a mountain in the winter, Mattsun decides, one wrong move, one noise too loud, and the whole thing will come crashing down,

Why does he even care?

Makki’s happy without him, he’s fine without Makki.

He shouldn’t care, and yet he stays.

The black haired man stabs a hunk of egg and watches the half melted cheese try to stretch. “So, to put it all simply: what our home does for you is the basics: Legal procurement, transportation, preparation, and disposition- you don't have to worry about any of it. We also offer a location for interment and service, depending on the type of service you require, of course."

"Location?"

Mattsun takes a bite. "For the service and for you to, um, rest."

"You mean rot."

Maybe eating wasn’t the right choice for this conversation. The texture of egg now feels wrong in his mouth.

"Don't say it like that." The preservatives slow that down, so the rot won't happen for a long time, he brain reminds him. It doesn't help.

"I already have those places picked out though." Mattsun waits for a joke to follow, but he’s surprised when his friend says, "Bury me near my mom and hold the service here."

"Here?" Mattsun asks, “There’s nicer places.”

"Save a dying business with a dead guy. It's irony."

"Okay, well. That's-" he sighs and scribbles into his notebook. This wasn’t going to be a traditional job, was it? "At least the catering is done then."

"Perfect." Makki pushes away his empty plate, "I'm a natural at this. You should hire me.”

"Long term positions only, sorry." It slips out before Mattsun can censor himself, but Makki just snorts into his tea.

It’s frustrating that they click together so well, especially because nothing’s been resolved between them. One minute everything threatens to break, the next they can sit here and joke with each other. The issues sit there, waiting in the corner of the room, cocked and ready to fire. If they just didn’t look, maybe it wouldn’t hurt when it finally attacked.

If they didn’t look, maybe they can pretend nothing happened.

Mattsun reminds himself that he doesn’t care. There's still that blank space inside him.

“Next step would be flowers.”

It’s not. They should discuss embalming versus cremation, but the words stick to his throat. He’s asked so many times before, stared forward as loved ones debated what to do without a care in the world. This time shouldn’t be different.

“I’ll think about it. Can’t say I know too many flowers off the top of my head.” Makki digs his phone from his front pocket and scrolls, looking through everything before tapping out a quick question. There's a twitch of his brow, barely furrow, but it's gone in a flash. Before Mattsun can even ask, Makki's gathered his coat in his hands. “Gotta go.”

“What? We just started-” The whiplash is what hurts. Just as Mattsun feels like he's found his footing, it's gone again, slipping out from under him. This must be some level of hell

"Something came up." he shrugs, "Don't worry about it."

"I won't."

"You're such an asshole." he says, "You're supposed to at least pretend to care."

Yeah, he knows. That's how life works. But he can't just pretend; it's a gateway to actually feeling.

"I'll try." Mattsun offers, "It was nice to see you."

Makki rolls his left shoulder over and over again, like he's trying to work out a kink. "Was it? Was it really?"

"Kind of."

"Thanks," there's a hint of sarcasm in his voice, "We'll do this again."

And like that, with no formal goodbye, he just starts to leave. Mattsun wants to protest, but he’s grateful. He hadn’t realized how tense he had been, how hard he'd been digging his fingers into his thigh. The void in his stomach somehow feels smaller and larger all at once. He kind of wishes it would just swallow him up and this would all be done with.

It's so easy not to care.

“Oh, and Mattsun?” Makki pauses by the door and picks out a familiar black umbrella that was leaning against the doorframe. He twirls in in his fingers like a baton before pressing the button and letting it unfold. It's bad luck to open an umbrella inside. “Thanks for breakfast.”

Mattsun just looks down at the table. His food is barely touched but he doesn't plan to eat anymore. With his heart in his throat for no good reason, he feels nauseous. Despite himself, he wonders if Makki still smells like cedar aftershave and the discount brand laundry detergent.

“That fucker didn’t pay.”

[klaus-is-the-real-number-1]

She moves in her own way (Number 5 x reader)

Ask: Could you do a Five x reader where the reader is sarcastic like him, but polar opposites at the same time? Like they are scared to talk in public and prefer tea with milk and sugar, they try to be very kind and sweet to others. They bonded over a book they were reading in a coffee shop and starting talking there, they were super shy, but after a few minutes of conversation Five got them to open up?

A/N: Hope you enjoy this! I changed it up a bit to being in a library first like getting the book then into a coffee shop. i uh posted this then deleted it so this is like version two that might be better but now im just stressin,, this could also be made into a pt 2 tbh

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Books towered high in the dimly lit building, the smell of paper resonating throughout with history dripping from every page. Aimlessly, your fingers skimmed over the spines of the many books, the worn down fabric feeling like a secret code telling all their secrets of every reader. As you walked you waited for a book to call out to you, for you to read every word as if it was the last time you would ever see a book again. Then a calling came, causing you to stop dead in your tracks. Pulling the book from its tightly packed shelf, you peer at the familiar cover; a book that you could recite every word without flaw yet every time you read it you felt like a child opening a toy on christmas. Gently, your thumb ran over the endented title of the book, The Odyssey by Homer.

Book in hand you walked down the stairs, hand running down the wooden banister that leads to the desk, it was a familiar walk down the spiral steps. Your gentle steps echoed throughout the library as you descended, preparing your library card to sign the book out for what must be the near 20th time. Smiling at the familiar receptionist, you slid the book along with your card towards her and watched her scan your card before taking the slip out of the front of the book, just before she scanned it she looked at it to be met with line after line filled with your name from checking it out.

“Hun,” She says as she just puts the slip back into the book. “I’m going to let you keep this book.” Before you could even open your mouth to protest she cut you off. “I insist, hunny, you seem to be the only one who ever signs it out and we can always order another.”

“Thank you so much.” You smile at her, slipping the book, your book, into your bag. She slides your card back over the counter towards you and winked as you picked it up, smiling again, you head towards the doors and onto the busy road. The streets were bursting with life, cars beeping and whizzing past and people loudly talking. It was a contrast to your slow quiet life, keeping out of the way and too yourself as much as possible. Most would see it as a tragedy but the ability to lose yourself into another world is something magical, to shut away all your problems and become someone else.

One drop of rain fell from the ever darkening sky, only to turn into two, to three to be an increasingly heavy stream, your pace quickened as you saw the neon light for the town diner coming into view, offering itself as a safe haven from the ever worsening weather. The bell chimed as you walked in, warm air hitting your face as it snuck out the door behind you before you could close it.

Once you were in you spot an empty table in the corner, out of the way of everyone and pull out The Odyssey, eyes reading the words that you had read over and over again. Your finger danced over the page as you read, getting ready to turn the page.

“Tell me, O Muse,” A boy said as he slid into the seat opposite you. “of the man of many devices-”

“Who wandered full many ways after he had sacked the sacred citadel of troy.” You finish the sentence and lock eyes with him, only to look back down to your book when his eyes started to linger for too long, making your face turn red. You knew all too well the opening lines to the Odyssey, not even having to think about what came next.

“What can I get you guys today?” The waitress smiled at you both, yet the boys calculating eyes never left yours.

“Please can I get a tea?” You asked softly.

“With sugar and milk?” You just nod at her and smile, watching her return the gesture.

“Coffee,” He says still looking at you before sharply flicking his eyes to the waitress. “black.” Then his eyes landed right back on you.

“Thank you.” You say to the waitress before she walked away, your eyes trail down to your book but become distracted as holes were being burnt into your soul. “You know it’s rude to stare.” A smirk broke across his face at your words, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest.

“I didn’t realise people causally read Homer.” His eyes continued to burn into yours, clearly enjoying your ever reddening cheeks.

“Can one not enjoy a classic piece of literature?” You posed, placing your bookmark into the worn book before setting it down onto the table. Breaking his gaze to look at the waitress as she placed your drinks on the table, you smile at her before gripping your hot mug, letting the warmth seep into your fingers.

“Do you know it in ancient Greek?” He sipped his coffee, seemingly challenging you.

“Not yet but I’m learning, it’s hard to teach yourself a dead language.” You look down at your book, unable to match his stare without making yourself too uncomfortable. He clearly didn’t get the hint from your fidgeting and now crimson face how uncomfortable you had become, or maybe he simply didn’t care.

“I’m fluent,” He shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe I could teach you sometime-”

“Yeah, let me just clear my schedule for a stranger who has been staring at me non-stop and being kind of creepy, seems like a solid plan.” You sarcastically say to him, taking a sip of your tea. For the first time he looked away from you and smiled to himself, being shocked at you sudden sarcastic outburst.

“I’m Five.” He stuck his hand out for you, your eyes flicked from his face to his hand before reaching over and taking it.

“Y/n.”

Five seemed to relax, talking in a softer tone and easing off the staring. He started asking questions about you, mainly your reading and opinions on Homer, as well as opening up about how his father made him learn it in ancient greek from a young age. Five was a very peculiar boy who hid behind a mask, he was a closed book with a lock around it but you were determined to find the key. 

Somehow, you had cracked and agreed to his offer to teach you the dead language of ancient greek but the way his face broke out into a genuine smile made it worth it, as much as you didn’t want to admit it it, Five was growing on you. 

The next day you found yourself sat in the library, legs swinging freely under the chair you were sat in, eyes following Five as he walked up and down the aisle looking for books. Just when you thought he found the right one, he’d sigh and place it back to then walk to the next set of shelves. Eventually he gave up his search, sighing in defeat as he returned to your table. “Come on, I’ve got the books we need at my house.” He pulled you up by your hand and began a fast paced walk with you trailing behind him like a lost puppy. 

Not paying attention to where you were walking, you bump into Five who had stopped dead in his tracks, now facing a large building. Hand still in yours, he stepped forward and pushed the gate open and made his way to the door.

“You live here?” He just smiled at your question before continuing up to the door. His house was like a mansion, it was a mansion, taking up nearly a full block. Silence filled the air once Five closed the door behind you, the large building having no signs of any other life. He gently took your hand again and started walking through the mansion. Dust particles were floating like fairies in the streams of sunlight that beamed through the windows, illuminating the wooden furniture and portraits that looked as if they hadn’t been seen in years, stuck in time until someone would come along and free them. 

Suddenly you found yourself in a brightly lit room, your eyes took a second to adjust before being able to get a good look. You were met with shelves on shelves of books, definitely being able to qualify as a library on its own. Dust caked the books, like it was a room frozen still. “Wow.”

“No one really comes in here anymore.” He says leaning against a large wooden table. 

“If I lived here, I’d be in here all the time.” His eyes followed you as you walked over to one of the shelves, running your finger over all the pristine condition books, each one woven in fabric with a hardback cover. “You’re staring again.” You say as you turn to Five, his eyes locking with yours.

“I just haven’t met anyone like you before.” You smile at his words before walking over to the table and placing your bag down. His eyes lingered for another few seconds before he jumped into life, confidently pulling out books from the shelves like he knew where they were from memory. “Alright, let’s do this.”