#since i know it's taking me a bit to get through them

[cheralith]

my serendipity ₊˚⊹♡

— promise yourself to him, and he'll love you forever tenfold. or... the blue lock boys and their proposals to you.

starring ; isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, itoshi rin, shidou ryusei, michael kaiser content warnings ; gn!reader, reader wears a skirt (bachira), cursing (shidou/kaiser), reader wears a dress and heels (kaiser), lowk ooc shidou, mildly ooc kaiser, not fully edited as of 02/15 a/n ; happy late valentine's day everyone and a happy birthday to me hehe! i hope i'm not late by a mere day, but this is both my valentine's day event and my birthday gift from me to you all, so i hope that alongside this, you're surrounded by nothing but tender loving care amidst the season of love ( •◡-)-♡! there's also a collection of some of my favorite love songs i've added under each of the names that i think fit them/their scene, so take a listen for a more immersive experience, so enjoy!

— love, isagi yoichi.

The freshness of the meadow's air was an atmosphere you think you can breathe in forever, for it was so much more pristine and clear than the air you were used to in the city. The setting sun overviews the seaside town that you and your boyfriend took the pleasure of visiting as a treat for you both since he was currently off season and you decided to make the most out of what you could do. It was a scene straight out of a painting, you think to yourself, as yellows and oranges paint the sky overhead, a sliver of iris beginning to take over as twilight sets.

The little town below you hustles and bustles about, its townspeople fluttering over to wrap up the seemingly mundane day. You're a little envious that they get to see such a beautiful sight like this everyday and get to breathe in fresh air without the mayhem of cars and salarymen scattering themselves. Closing your eyes, you take in the cooling spring air of the meadow, letting yourself linger amidst the peaceful atmosphere of the countryside.

You'll miss this. The peace and placidity of a place like this. You dream of retiring to a cottage somewhere similar to here, somewhere where the grass is greener and the sky is bluer. You think it'd do you some good.

"I think some wine would pair well with your daydreaming," a voice says playfully.

Opening your eyes, you see your companion holding a bottle of wine in his hands, gentle eyes softening at your serenity. Yoichi is glad he brought you here, knowing that you needed a break from city life to just simply get away to the tranquility of the countryside. The change in you was more than evident—the stiffness in your body was long gone upon arrival and you were much more laxed when it came to last minute changes on the itinerary. It was rare he saw this side of you, so he savored it with every moment he was able to get.

Smiling gently at your boyfriend, you nod and let him pour two glasses of white wine into the glasses you and him had brought for this picnic.

"How're the sandwiches?" Yoichi asks, handing you your glass. "I bought them at this local diner nearby the hotel, so I hope they're okay."

"I really was never much of a bologna fan until now," you say as you pick up your half-eaten sandwich and hold it out for him to take a nibble. "It's a little salty, but I like it."

"I'm glad," he affirms through chews before he hums in approval. "Did you try the charcuterie board yet? This place is known for their cheeses."

You shake your head. Yoichi grins and eagerly begins to throw together a cheese-and-cracker creation, topped off with a bit of crumbled nuts. He gently cups his hand underneath the one holding the stack and motions for you to come forward.

Biting gently and letting his hand catch the crumbs, you giggle when you thoughtfully chew on the combinations as Yoichi throws the extra crumbs in his mouth to not let anything go to waste.

"Hey! This was pricey," he claims, "I'm sure half a cracker cost one hundred yen each..."

You fight the urge to spit out your food at his exaggeration. Yoichi may be a world class soccer player, with the mere mention of his name lighting peoples' faces with pride as the ace of one of Japan's soccer teams, but despite his hefty salary, there was still that semi-frugal middle class boy who still debated in buying a yogurt drink or ice cream whenever you and him stopped by a convenience store—never mind the fact that he could buy fifty of each in one sitting.

His humbleness, however, is what made you so drawn to him in the first place. He knew, you knew, and everyone knew of his great skill and play on the field, but in interviews, he was always one to scratch his neck and say "I just did what I could, really..." post-games. Yoichi never let the fame get to his head, and his ability to stay so grounded to earth made you filled with love solely for him and him alone.

The mix of the sweetness of the cheese and the saltiness of the cracker blend beautifully together on your tongue. You mimic his actions from before and give a hum and nod with approval at your boyfriend's taste.

There's a few other assortments of food that you and him have collected prior to the picnic—some fresh fruit you had bought and cut from the farmer's market, a small pasta bowl made by Yoichi himself, little quiches you had grabbed from one of the bakeries, and a strange white box that peeks itself out of the picnic basket that you have yet to open that was brought by Yoichi.

Gently clinking your glasses together, the wine that goes down your throat feels just as mellow as the atmosphere that hugs you and your boyfriend. Everything feels just so perfect right now, you could bathe yourself in such contentment.

Some conversations float by between you and Yoichi, breezy and effortless for sometime as the sun slowly sets itself into the mountains. Talks about work, about his recent plays (you laugh out loud whenever his anger gets the best of him and a short fuse of cusses spit out from him when he talks about specific players' plays, throwing a stray at one of his teammates), about the latest gossips, everything that just comes naturally to you. There was no need for a filter whenever Yoichi was with you. His judgement barely shone through when you were around.

He finishes the last of his wine rather quickly. Yoichi places it down gently and grabs your hands in his own. "I have a surprise for you."

A brow raises as your lips curl. "Oh?"

"Wait here, yeah?" Yoichi asks as grabs the picnic basket and places it in front of you. "I have to go grab something from the car. Why don't you prepare the cake in the meantime, hm? Maybe do some cleanup with the food, too, since it's getting late."

"Oh so that's what's inside the box," you murmur.

"Uh huh, I had it specially made for us," he says with a pinch of excitement in his voice. Yoichi gathers up a few of the plates and juts them in your hands, a wobbly smile upon his face as he gets up and dusts himself off, beginning to jog off in the direction of the parking lot. "I'll be right back!"

You blink at his hastiness, a little out of character for him, but shrug as you return back to your original position facing the coastal town and sunset. You're glad he tasked you with cleaning up the leftovers, since you've grown accustomed to Yoichi's occasional messiness and clumsiness when it came to handling food. There was one time during a friend's dinner party that he dropped the pot roast in front of everyone, meat going everywhere to Bachira's delight and to Barou's disdain. You also grow a little weary whenever he's around ceramic, since he's broken quite a few bowls and plates without much effort since Yoichi doesn't seem to have a grasp of his own strength whenever he washes the dishes.

You shake your head at the memories, quietly laughing to yourself when you remember Barou forcing him to mop his apartment floor from the remnants of the meat as a punishment. Barou still invites you over to his house during group events, but you often have to plead with him to invite your boyfriend, now used to the pulled face he makes or the curse of "Is the donkey really necessary to bring?" through the phone.

Tenderly, you open the picnic basket and carefully take out the white cake box to put it on the blanket. You go to prepare two plates together for the cake and take the cake cutter out of the basket, ready for slicing. Your fingers gently tug at the delicate silk ribbon right before you open the lid.

Your heart skips a beat.

It's a simple white vanilla cake shaped into a heart. Its framed with pale pink frosting on its side, as well as a couple of chocolate-covered strawberries placed in some places of the framing. But it's not the design of the cake that captures you.

It's what's written on it.

Four words written in delicate cursive so clearly and distinctly that it's hard to miss.

Will you marry me?

Your breath hitches as you read it with glazed eyes, your head whipping around to call Yoichi over, thinking perhaps he grabbed the wrong cake by accident from the cake shop, but your doubts suddenly dissipate when you're faced with Yoichi on one knee before you...

... with a velvet box in hand, a glimmering ring ready for you tucked carefully within it.

Words falter, and you can only stare at him in astonishment as he smiles at you, his lips still a little crooked in apprehension.

He bites his lip, grin growing a little wider as tears brim your eyes.

"Well?"

— with all my heart, bachira meguru.

"Meguru, that's cheating!"

"Since when where there rules to tag?!"

You huff in annoyance as your boyfriend hops off the railing of the staircase he just slid down from as his hand grazed your back to indicate you were "it" again.

You can feel some of the stares of the security guards that were left to babysit you and him as you dash your way down the staircase to chase after your boyfriend through the empty halls of the museum he had cleared out for you and him this evening. That's one of the many pros of being a professional soccer player—that anything can be bent at someone's will with a mere slide of stacks of cash. And Meguru had decided to use his own gain to entertain you and him.

By playing a game of tag between the two of you in amidst the massive art museum.

He claimed it was the perfect foundation for it; pillars to hide behind, a maze of rooms to obscure the tail that one may have on another, wide halls to run around in. For Bachira Meguru, this was the perfect battleground besides the turf of a soccer field. You suppose it also came from his early love of art due to his mother being a painter, with some of her collections even being shown for the season in one of the halls.

Anyone else of your ages would think such an activity was foolish. To an extent, yes, they were right. You and Meguru were both adults with adult responsibilities and adult lives... but you only live once and you and him lived by the philosophy to live it to the fullest. Childish whimsies came more often to you and your boyfriend, and that was the gravitational pull that drew you and him together to blossom a relationship filled with surprises and spontaneity. You felt unbelievably alive with him.

He'd call you in the middle of the night, asking you if you want to skinny dip in the nearby beach with him. He'd stop the car in the middle of a busy road as the view of an amusement park came closer, snatching your arm and tugging you out of it to run to its entrance. He'd show up at your door with concert tickets in hand unprompted, jutting one in your hand and telling you to get ready.

Bachira Meguru was a lightening bolt, sparking energy everywhere unsolicited. And you were more than happy to be struck over again and again if it meant you felt alive.

So now you're here. It's near midnight, and you're sure you and him have scattered almost all the interior terrain of the museum he cleared out in your game of tag that he brought up to you yesterday evening out of nowhere, telling you to dress nice, but to wear running shoes.

Meguru poked his head out from behind a wall that lead to the other room, giggling as you whip your head a few times to catch where he went before you spot his bright canary yellow eyes and run after him.

You weave through the plethora of statues that sprinkle about the corridor, sprinting after the flash of brown and yellow hair in front of you. It shouldn't be fair that you're currently chasing down a professional soccer player who clearly has the upper hand, but in all honesty, you think the challenge makes it all the more fun.

Stopping to catch your breath, you hunch down for a bit, gathering your skirt in your hands to reveal the worn-out running shoes you wear that contrast heavily to the outfit you're wearing as you collect your energy.

"Don't tell me you're tired already," Meguru sings out, his voice rather close.

You lift your head up to see your boyfriend standing just a few meters in front of you, leaning on a pillar of a statue with a cocky smile, arms crossed as if this was the easiest thing in the world. There wasn't even a sheen of sweat on his forehead, unlike your misted one. Your chest heaves for a few moments, and he watches anticipatingly as you collect yourself before you take a swipe at him.

Meguru jumps back just in time, laughter ringing out as you gather up your speed and sprint. You manage to turn a corner that's shared with the hallway he had just turned on and take a shortcut, waiting behind the open wall before you jump out and tap his shoulder.

"Gotcha," you grin as he gasps in delight and looks back at you, mischief ever so clear in his face.

You attempt to muffle your many fits of giggles when you come up with a plan to try and escape him. There's two choices that unfold before you—either you can run up the flight of stairs into the Greek artifacts or you can enter into the inner garden.

With not much time left, you can hear his quickening footsteps growing louder and louder, and you go for the latter.

Your feet carry you into the dark garden, making you squint your eyes to get a proper view of where you're going, but you see a sheen of light the closer you get to the center of it. Deciding that might be where the common area is, you quickly dart towards it but gasp when the entirety of it comes into full view.

Candles light up the middle area of the garden with rose petals sprinkled about the ground. A large balloon arch of white and gold arcs over what seems to be small semi-circle of little flower bouquets with a small white rug placed delicately in the middle of it all. There's two words that spell themselves out in blocky letter lights.

MARRY ME?

It takes you awhile to register the scene before you, your heart thrumming faster and faster each time you scan it.

"Aw man, you found it too early..." Meguru's voice sulks from behind you.

Whipping your head around, you yelp at your boyfriend's sudden appearance, making him grin. You think you need to take a pause from all the excitement you've been absorbed in for the past few hours, a new one being blossomed at this very moment.

There truly was never a dull moment with Bachira Meguru.

Wordlessly, his smile turns less playful and more tender when you can't find the words to say. He takes your hand in his own grasp and gently leads you to the scene before you, getting down on one knee and pulling out a small box from his back pocket.

"(L/N) (Y/N)," Meguru starts slowly, his voice displaying the utmost sincerety he's able to muster and possibly the most serious you've ever seen him. "Will you do me the honor of marrying me and being with me for the rest of our lives?"

With someone as special and as enigmatic as Meguru, it really doesn't take you much debating to choose your answer. Someone like this only comes once in a lifetime, and you decide to cherish it as much as you can in this one.

You only live once after all.

You nod, whispering a "Yes..."

Meguru's smile stretches wide before he shouts out in happiness, jumping in the air. You laugh loudly at his antics before he plucks out the ring and puts it on your finger, letting you admire it before sharing a loving kiss. The security guards that oversee the garden let out claps of celebration and a couple of shouts of approval, making you and him laugh at the accidental audience.

Meguru goes to wipe away a fallen tear from your cheek before kissing your forehead gently. He suddenly goes near your ear and whispers,

"This still means you're 'it', by the way."

— sincerely yours, itoshi rin.

Rin always thought he was meant to be alone.

His own parents tended more of their attention to Sae, and Sae himself left Rin to his own devices when Rin was only eleven, just barely hatching into puberty. Much of life Rin had to learn the harder way, where he had no forewarnings from anyone and he had to be taught his own lessons. It was his own self-discipline that got him through much of his younger years that made him so sustainable solely by his own foundations.

Even during games, he tended to lean on his own instincts on what he thought was best rather than relying on his teammates for the best play possible. If it were legible, Rin would've taken an opportunity to play 1v11 in a match since he carried the majority of his teams anyway with his prodigal skills.

He thrived best in an isolated environment anyway. And Rin felt okay with it. No person is forever anyways, not even his own blood.

Until you came along.

It was in his second year during college. It was you and your stupid owl keychain on your stupid backpack that accidentally let out your stupid second volume of Ciguatera right in front of him. It was the stupid way how his hands lingered on the book just a little more than he should've. It was the stupid way that his eyes always gravitated to you during lectures. It was the stupid way that you and him were assigned as partners for a project. It was the stupid way your eyes lit up when you found out he played soccer.

It was the stupid way he felt able to breathe the air much more comfortable around you the more he spent time with you. It was the stupid way the days felt duller when he didn't see you on campus. It was the stupid way his heart fluttered when you laughed, when you smiled, when you said his name.

It was all so... stupid.

A feeling he never felt before had been born from your existence. Itoshi Rin usually had a pretty solid grasp on things he could control, but he didn't know how to handle such a feeling of affection because he hadn't ever felt it before, and it felt too slippery to try and get a firm grip of. You shook his core, and Rin hated it because only one other person in his life was able to do such a thing.

Learning it was best to do so after his last lesson to keep himself safe, he attempted to push you away before his heart broke a second time. Yet somehow, Rin felt more drawn to your pull every time he tried to create space between you and him.

They say that distance makes the heart grow fonder. Rin never really gave the feeling such thought in regards to you until he found himself dismal and in a grey area again without seeing your face at least once, but still ever so stubborn, he thought this was best. This is what he was used to—being alone.

"I don't have time for you anymore," he said to you one evening as he dropped you off at your dorm.

You had turned back to him with the saddest eyes he'd ever seen, but with a small smile still on your face. Without asking for a reason, you merely nodded. "I see. Well... goodbye then."

Rin tried to ignore the way his heart had clenched so tightly as he watched you disappear into your dorm hall without glancing back at him one more time.

But the lines blurred. It wasn't him being alone that he reclused himself to during your absence from his life... but rather loneliness. He was back to being lonely, not alone.

He had to go back to watching movies by himself, conversing with his own thoughts instead of another voice. He had to go back to eating meals by himself without having a foot nudge his own under a table. He had to go back and stop looking for a specific pair of bright eyes and a wishful smile in the stands during games.

He went back to a world of grey of his doing. All because he was terrified to let another person handle his own heart. And he was doing a good job at altering his life back to the way it was, until you did what you usually did best and butt in and splash color all over his monochromatic canvas again.

It was before an away game, in the common-area just before he boarded the coach bus. There, just before you turned the corner, he spotted you saying goodbye to someone, where you had accidentally made eye contact with turquoise eyes that seemed to shine for the first time in a long time at your appearance before him. He couldn't stop himself from staring, feeling relieved that you were still within his radius despite him being the one to create space.

You lingered there for a moment, before swallowing and mouthing to him with that stupid gentle, forgiving smile of yours,

"Good luck. Do well."

Rin sprinted off the bus the moment they were back on campus after winning by a landslide due to his off-the-wall playing. His feet carried him to your dorm, where he rapidly knocked on your door despite it being near midnight. You opened the door to him and despite hating it when people touched him, Rin had held you so tightly with hitched breaths, whispering "I'm sorry..." over and over again into your ear.

And came Itoshi Rin's first love, blossomed on a random Friday night.

His only love at that. He can't imagine the ring in his pocket being for anyone else.

A couple years older now, he walks alongside you on the beach that he used to ponder about whatnot on as he listens to you talk about the latest gossip at work. This is the rhythm of how your dynamic usually works—you talk, Rin listens. He likes it that way. It's an adequate balance.

The air is cooling now, now that autumn is approaching. You're huddled in a light jacket (Rin's, respectively), and gently warm your hands by rubbing them together to let the created friction emit some heat. Rin wordlessly grabs your hands and cups them together, embellishing a better warmth from his own breath instead of letting you do your own work.

Your eyes soften as you let him do his own antics, his own gaze coming to meet yours as his hands envelope yours and clasps them tightly to keep the heat trapped in your skin.

"Is that better?" he asks quietly, eyes looking for any sign of your approval.

You nod contently. "Mm hm."

"I told you to dress warm," he says, sighing, "next time, bring gloves."

You know Rin long enough to know such a tone of phrase isn't necessarily scolding you, but rather cautioning you out of genuine care. It wasn't his fault his voice had a natural cutting-edge tone, but you've grown accustomed to the little bits of adjustments he does to indicate he's not being cold.

The soft sand feels more pliable than usual. Perhaps it was the heavier layers you wear, but you find yourself sinking into it more easily. Rin helps stabilize you by gripping your hand in his own, noticing your imbalance.

"It's just a little further," he murmurs softly, a little shy when he squeezes your hand in his jacket pocket.

He was never able to quite fully get over his fluster around you. You made his head fill with cotton, his heart pound a little harder, whenever you were within his vicinity. Even after six years of being together as an official couple, he never was able to fully get over that high school crush feeling. Maybe that's a good thing, though. Maybe it was meant to be that way. It was probably life's way of telling him that you were made to last for him, as only you were able to emit such a feeling for him when no one else could.

They say the average relationship lasts two years and three months. Yet somehow, Rin has never gotten over the feeling of falling in love with you since the moment he spotted you for the first time during a home game. It's been six years and ten months since that incident, and he figures that if such a feeling hasn't expired yet, it might never will.

The trail of candles suddenly appear before you to your surprise. The sand trail that it frames is the only part of the beach that is untouched by feet, as though it was waiting for you to imprint on it. On the other side of the trail lies a half-circular structure of individual white roses, all standing up right from the sand, along with blanket and a basket of wine and chocolates.

"Oh my," you mumble quietly, clearly taken aback at the rather romantic scene. While your boyfriend always did the most when it came to your dates, this was another level of sentimental. Be it the isolation from other people on the beach or the sunset horizon in the background, you feel a wave of solitude when Rin trails you down the path.

"This is rather new," you say to him suddenly, your eyes wide with worry. "Um, I didn't forget something big, did I? We celebrated your birthday... our anniversary isn't for another month..." you count down all the possible major events that you and Rin celebrated together as a couple on your fingers, but Rin shakes his head.

"No," he interjects. "This... i-is something completely different."

You blink owlishly and tilt your head, leaning your face closer to examine your boyfriend's blushed cheeks.

"Oh, are you proposing?" you ask inquisitively with a sparking coy smile, as if it was the plainest thing in the world.

Rin tends to be rather flat with his emotions, but he can't help but gawk when you guess correctly. He supposes his reaction gives his plans away, since you burst out laughing when a choked noise comes out of his throat.

"So I'm correct?" you ask through giggles.

"How'd you know?!" Rin asks, his blush now spreading rapidly on his face, the back of his neck absolutely burning with heat. Upset that all the plans he kept repeating to himself for the entire last three days was suddenly disrupted by you picking up context clues, he feels his ego crumbling before you, going back to square one where he'd feel that familiar flutter in his chest.

"Meguru told me a week ago when we all went to that one bar," you mention. "He had a little too much to drink and ended up accidentally spilling the beans."

A vein pops on Rin's forehead with avid irritation, jaw gritting as the phantom of a familiar bob-cut throws a peace sign in his mind. This is what's bound to happen when Rin asks for help on a major life event from the one person that can't keep his mouth shut even with a gun to his temple. But Bachira was the only person in the friend group that had been married so far to who was essentially his twin flame, meaning he was ultimately the last resort.

Rin thinks that he should've just asked someone on the street instead, now that it's clear his decision went awry.

Stupid shitty, fucking lukewarm bob-cut... Rin curses in his mind, a fire burning behind his eyes. Next time I see him, I'll—

"My answer is 'yes', by the way, Rin."

Rin's violent daydreams are suddenly broken when your voice cuts through. Your sweet, supple voice that's able to calm him down just by the sound of his name falling from his lips. Your superpower, he thinks.

He suddenly loosens his fist that he was making in his hand and looks at you. Clear, smiling eyes gaze at his wide ones with affirmation so distinctly held within them. All the tension he had been feeling up until this very moment instantaneously dissolves, running through his now-loosened fist like sand from the beach you and him are posted on.

He wants to grab your face and kiss you with as much strength he can muster. Wants to whisper sweet nothings and loving promises into lips he's tasted over and over again, yet just can't get enough of. Wants to hold you so tightly in his arms to the point where you meld into each other.

But, nevertheless, he holds himself back. There's still something he has to do.

"At least let me say the damn thing first," he mutters and finally gets down on one knee, his gaze never faltering against yours.

You giggle, nodding and letting him take one of your hands as his unoccupied one goes to fetch the ring box from his back pocket.

Rin was, and still is, not a man of many words. He says what he needs to say the moment he needs to say them. He feels as though he can't waste his time on incessant words, but this time, he feels as though four words can carry all the meaning he needs to convey.

He swallows thickly, presenting a luscious, glimmering ring at you, noticing the way your eyes become hypnotized with the specialized gem settled in the middle of the band.

"(Y/N)," Rin states, smoothing over your precious ring finger. "Will you marry me?

— forever yours, shidou ryusei.

"Ryu, you're gonna get another ticket!" you yell out through the helmet as the motorcycle's speedometer's needle rapidly ticks up. Your arms wrap securely around his waist as he laughs off your concern, his grip on the handles tightening when he squeezes the throttle grip.

You know Ryusei loves to live life to its fullest—its the core of his way of living life. He's irrational and explosive, impulsive and eccentric. Anything that makes him tick is what captures his full attention.

Unfortunately for you, your complete opposite behaviors is uniquely what made him so magnetized by you. Unlike Ryusei, who tends to stand out wildly in a crowd, be it his unconventional haircut or his obnoxious thoughts that he just can't keep to himself, you're demure and quiet. You keep to yourself at all times and you think that you're quite plain-looking. You don't sport wild hair or scattered piercings, nor do you remove your filter and say what you want to say, so you don't understand how someone like you have a spotlight in Ryusei's mind.

But you do, somehow. And you don't think that he's too intent on shifting it to anyone else soon.

So now you're here. It's eleven at night with an near-empty highway before you, backpacking your boyfriend that your parents heavily disapprove of in the middle of the night because he snatched you up from your apartment and told you to follow him. He tossed you his spare helmet for his motorcycle and off you and him drove into the night.

You should've known better, you really should've, considering it was Ryusei after all that you were dealing with. He'll do anything that his mind tells him to without thinking of the consequences. You can't think of another person in the world who has little to no judgement about his actions.

"Don't worry 'bout it, dolly!" he guffaws from his helmet. He lurches forward and you squeal when the motorcycle's speed suddenly jumps. "You know I'd never hurt ya!"

You very much want to protest against his claim, considering he's forced you to tag along with extreme experiences that have put you scraping at Death's door, but every time, Ryusei always tugs you back to reality, to him. Because your his before anyone else's, even the Reaper himself.

"Where are we even going?!" you ask out loud, trying to leer over his shoulder for any sort of familiar direction. To no avail, you're only met with the empty road of the highway, only lit by the streetlights. "I have a meeting really early tomorrow!"

"Fuck your meeting!" Ryusei hollers, giving another one of those joker-like laughs. "Fuck your job in general, but fuck your meeting specifically!"

You know Ryusei's hatred for your corporate job. Blame it on him hating the mundane or how you rant to him about your trashy bosses, he keeps telling you to ditch the position over and over again, even asking you if you quit every time you bring it up. You know that it's just him trying to be a good boyfriend, but when you try to bring up the fact that the job market for your skills is trash, he only shrugs and just tells you why even bother with working. His salary as a soccer player is more than enough to cover you and him.

"That doesn't answer my question!" you shout back through the loud roaring of the motorcycle's engine. "Where are we going?!"

"You'll see! You need to trust me!" he yells from over his shoulder. You can see those rows of menacing pearly whites from the shaded visor and your stomach stirs a little. From excitement or anxiety, that was up to fate to decide. You've placed your trust in Ryusei's hands a plethora of time and you still haven't gotten a good grasp of its pattern of consequences.

You merely sigh in defeat, placing your chin on his shoulder and placing your whims at his hands, letting him take reign of your late-night journey.

From a desolate parking lot, he introduces you to a lone hill, where a wooden staircase at the bottom of it waits for you and him to carry you to the top of it. It's rather a rough journey, with you counting a total of eleven flights of stairs that you have to take up in the dead of night where you were wringed out of all the energy you had from the day. Ryusei wastes no time, leaping through the first three with no problem. He waits for you as you heave through them at your own pace, your legs already starting to turn numb.

"Took you long enough," Ryusei remarks, not even waiting for a reply from you before he begins to climb another three.

By the time you've reached the sixth flight, he's already done with all of them to your discontent. He calls for you to hurry up from atop the stairs and you flicker back a frustrated middle finger back at him, to which he only answers back with an obnoxious laugh.

"Oop, watch your step, doll," he cautions as he catches you last minute before you face-plant on the floor when you trip on your last stair, your legs shaky from the exhaustion. "What took you so long?" he asks tauntingly.

You shove him off of you, deciding it was better to lean on a tree. "Screw you..."

"Mmh, you can do that later, if you'd like," he murmurs flirtatiously in your ear, laughing viciously as you swat at him. He lets you catch your breath before tugging at your sleeve and telling you to hurry. "Your surprise is waiting, c'mon."

Leave it to Shidou Ryusei to plan something spontaneous in the dead of the night. It was unfortunately very like him to do something as erratic as this, and you just hope whatever he has in store doesn't involve you facing a near-death experience like the one time he brought you bungee-jumping straight after work.

Yawning, you nod and follow him with fatigued limbs. It takes your tired eyes a little while to adjust to what Ryusei is pointing at, but the heaviness disappears the moment you understand why he brought you here so late.

The hill somehow overviews nearly all of the city and the lights it gleams out into the night. Your breath catches itself in your throat as you take in the glorious sight of the stars in the sky and the array of lights that dance about the city's skyline. The taller skyscrapers in the background loom over the rest of the city like guardians and the cars of the cars make them look like little fairies dancing about.

It's a gorgeous view that you knew you would've never seen if it weren't for the interference in your normally-mundane life that is Shidou Ryusei.

A pair of arms goes to wrap themselves around your waist and bring you closer to a chest. Ryusei settles himself nicely in the divot between your shoulder and neck, inhaling a bit of your leftover perfume. "You like?"

You nod, eyes taking in the breathtaking view in full depth, scanning every inch that your field of vision lets you see. "Yes," you breathe.

"Good," he mutters, "Discovered this place randomly a few weeks ago after a post-celebration. I thought you might like it."

"It's gorgeous, Ryu," you warmly whisper, your heart melting a little at his consideration.

In any frontal aspect, no one would expect the Shidou Ryusei to be in a relationship, let alone be good at handling one. But after being with him for quite awhile, with your third anniversary coming up soon, you found a side to him that would be deemed almost unnatural to the unsuspecting eye. Underneath those layers of brashness, you were able to find a softer side of him, one that'd only be revealed to you and you alone.

Sure, there were times when his usual image would shine through when you were with him, most prominent when there were others around that were eyeing you ("Take a look this way and I'll bust your head in, bud!" he had shouted with a wicked smile to a passerby one time that looked at you with just the slightest bit too much of intent), but behind closed doors, a tenderness revealed itself dedicated for you.

Because in all honesty—Ryusei was a good boyfriend. Audacious and obnoxious, sure, but good. There was a reason why your relationship has lasted this long, after all. He'd come at your beck and call when you needed him most with no questions asked. He'd offer you advice whenever you complained about something, knowing that you didn't really care about sympathy. He always remembered important dates, even the miniscule ones like what date the new season of your favorite show released just so he can watch it with you.

That layer that only you got to see was the prime reason as to why you returned his affection in equal fervor.

You begin to feel his lips peppering a small path up the side of the neck, letting out a brief yelp when you feel his sharp teeth graze the lobe of your ear. You can feel him grin against your skin.

"You wanna elope with me, doll?" he asks suddenly.

Spine stiffening, you look at him from the side of your now-widened eyes. "Huh?"

"You heard me," he shrugs nonchalantly, as if it doesn't bother him. And it probably doesn't, knowing that he'll always have a way out eventually to get what he wants.

"I—" you start, your words suddenly knotting in your throat. "Ryu... that's a big decision."

"Well duh!" he exclaims. "That's the point! We gotta make it dramatic as possible. That's the whole fun of it."

"Are you only asking me to do this just so you can get some weird spark of adrenaline?" you ask, brows furrowing in anticipation.

Ryusei snorts. "You think that lowly of me? Hell no. I wanna marry you, for real. It's just..." For the first time since you've known him... you hear Shidou Ryusei falter. His head hunches a bit, a frown forming itself on his lips.

"Your parents will never approve of me, we both know that," he says, his grip around you tightening as though you'd slip away from him at any moment. "I'd never get their blessing."

Your eyes soften a bit as he stares intently at the view in front of you. The way his voice goes so quiet confirms the genuineness behind his words and you know what he says about your parents is true. Yes, he loves you and yes, he'll be able to provide for you, but when your parents learned about his reputation on the field as a soccer player, they exactly weren't the most pleased to know that your boyfriend was willing to start fights with whoever dared to cross him.

But... despite it all, despite all the headlines and the rumors, Shidou Ryusei was still yours. You still held him close despite all the challenges that came your way just for being at his side. It was that singular layer of himself that he'd unsheathe just for you to let you know that you mattered to him just as much as soccer did. While the questions of why were still left unanswered, since as much as you knew him, Ryusei was still an enigma to you, his actions spoke loud and true. Reckless as he was, at the end of the day, he was so, so good to you.

Sure, you could also get such loving from some plucky nobody on the street, but Ryusei's form of love was different. It was vibrant, avid with colors and explosions of life, you don't think another person could dare paint themselves in the colors of Shidou Ryusei.

You could go about your mundane life. Settle down with someone that was just as enticing as you were, have a family, keep working at your corporate job, retire peacefully...

... but truly, where was the fun in that?

You don't think you can live life in that manner after meeting Ryusei. You don't think you should.

"... are you really serious about this?" you mutter softly. "Do you really intend on marrying me?"

Ryusei cocks a brow, as if you've just asked him if the sky is blue. "No shit I do. You think all those times me screaming 'This one's for you' right before I score a goal were for nothing?"

You sigh with a smile, memories of playbacks of your boyfriend shrieking out your name on the field when the ball lands in the net running through your mind and how you had to hide your face at times in embarrassment when he pointed a painted fingernail in your direction in the VIP section.

"Do you swear you'll treat me well?" you ask as your hand finds its way to his own.

Ryusei interlocks his fingers with yours. "When have I not?"

Your heart squeezes. "And do you swear that you'll love me forever?"

You can just hear the smirk in his voice. Suddenly, he removes his hands and repositions them on your waist, your feet suddenly not being rooted to the ground anymore.

"'Till death to us part, sweetness!" he shouts, twirling you around with his strength.

You yell at him to put you down, fists going to hit his arms as he nears the edge of the fencepost. "Okay, okay, I get it! Ryu, I'll fall—Christ, Ryusei put me down! I'll marry you, just put me down!"

Eventually, he does and his laughter dies down. Suddenly, your cheeks are being squished and your lips meet his in a semi-violent manner, teeth nearly clashing as Ryusei kisses you hard and passionately.

He holds you there for a minute, tasting your lips over and over again with his before he breaks apart from you and gives you a wide grin, smirking at your flustered breathlessness.

"Call off work," he says, giving a wet kiss on your forehead. "We're going ring shopping tomorrow first thing."

— promisingly yours, michael kaiser.

"I hate you."

... is what Kaiser said to you out of the blue one day, completely unprompted. You were standing at the entrance of his apartment, some food for him in hand, your journey to travel to his abode ending on a rather oddly sour note.

Despite the fact that it was him that asked you to come over to "hang out" at his place while he was off-season, Kaiser wanted to push you away, to get you as far away from him as possible. He could no longer stand to look at your face without his gut churning and his head spinning. Similar in the way that he'd watch his opponent score a goal during a high-intensity game, something about your presence made him feel queasy, as though there were a storm brewing up inside of him.

It wasn't always this way, which was the weird part. Or perhaps, for a better wording, wasn't always this intense. You and him had been friends since childhood, after he wandered into your father's bakery with the intent to steal to survive. You had graciously given him some spare bread rolls and told him that you'll see him later, in which his return to your father's bakery had bloomed a friendship. Leave it to the neighborhood baker's kid to befriend even the oddest of children, even the one that had a scrappy jersey and bruised knees with a busted lip that would send warning signs to most children. But no, you had to come in and swoop Kaiser into your life like the saint you were.

The problem is that Kaiser didn't know how a sickening feeling like this developed. Was it when you had baked him a small cake for one of his birthdays? Or perhaps when you started showing up to his soccer games to support him? He didn't know and that's what pissed him off—that he didn't have a definite answer to when this feeling started. He let go of that irritation quickly, however, choosing to dwell on the present and future instead of the past since he knew he couldn't change it even if he did have a framework of when. It wasn't like he could go back into the past and stop this horrid feeling from being born.

It was swiftly replaced instead by an annoyance of some kind. He'd get a tugging feeling at his chest whenever you smiled at him or whenever your hands would brush against his. His head would start to spin whenever you were near him, your perfume mingling in the air. The older you and him grew, the more intense such a feeling became and it became a more avid distraction as the years passed.

Like the time you had been sick and missed out on an extremely important match that would bring him to the German World Cup. He remembers seeing the empty seat he reserved for you and how he kept looking back at it during each play. He'd score a goal in a miraculous play and would whip his head around to see if you witnessed him in such a glory, but then a frustration would stir up within him at the air that lingered in your seat. He remembers being more destructive on the field that day.

Or perhaps the time he had taken you on a trip abroad to New York, just you and him, where amidst all the sparkling billboards, one of his own sponsored by Adidas posted on the Times Tower, Kaiser's handsome face overseeing the business of Times Square. It was hard not to miss, if anything, and he got upset that you only complimented it with a mere "That's so cool!" as though the man standing right next to you wasn't the face for one of the top soccer teams in the world.

Or when poor Ness had to witness him throw a tantrum in his apartment when you texted him that you had to cancel plans since you were going on a date one evening. Plates and glassware were broken, Kaiser's nails going to rip some of the canvases of the paintings that were hung up on the wall.

"A date?! A motherfucking date?! What the hell?!" he had shouted as another plate made contact with the wall, shattering it into pieces. "(Y/N) doesn't go on dates?! What the fuck is this!"

In his fit of fury, thoughts of all kinds had raced through his mind, and Ness had to use all of his strength to make sure Kaiser didn't hunt to the poor soul that you had a date with down. Thankfully, you had called him later that night and asked to go to his place, telling him your date had stood you up.

Ness had never seen Kaiser more serene after he ended the call with you, a content smile on his face despite the destruction around him.

Either way, you made Kaiser's body weaker with just the presence of you around him. And nothing made Kaiser hate himself more than feeling weak, hating how he was reduced that small child on the kitchen counter, staring up helplessly at a monster that he was half-created from. Your very essence made his core tighten and a heat bloom all over his cheeks, something that sickened him.

So he hates you. He hates you unbelievably so much for being able to bring him to his knees so pathetically, begging for your attention and your care. A twisted sense of shame would linger to him whenever he was reminded of your existence—as though you were his kryptonite.

He thinks this is the worse it's ever been—now that you and him are fully grown adults where maturity has blossomed something within you. You look more beautiful than usual lately, Kaiser notices. You're more confident and headstrong, your wit a little quicker. An aura of radiance seems to glimmer from you and you just have this magnetic pull that attracts many people toward your direction.

In a sinister sense, Kaiser wants to keep you all to himself. Wants to keep you trapped in his hold and keep you caged so he can admire you alone, away from prying eyes that might have similar intentions. No one should deserve to have such a beauty in their life, let alone gaze upon it. He's God's chosen emperor, only he should be allowed to have such a pretty, loving thing at his side.

But he can't obviously. You wouldn't be okay with it. And as much as Kaiser takes great pleasure in seeing faces of despair and misery from those he wants to bring down, he doesn't like it when you get upset at him. Loathes it, even, when you disapprove of something he does.

He hates you for making him so vulnerable, for showing him a side of himself that he doesn't want to acknowledge.

You blink blankly at his irritated face, raising a brow at such a statement.

But you nonchalantly shrug, used to Kaiser's peculiar behavior. Surely something from earlier must've pissed him off, which is why you leapt to your feet when he essentially commanded you to come over.

"Whatever man," you sigh, shoving your way through into his apartment without a care in the world. "Tell me something new for a change."

Kaiser opens his mouth to respond, brows furrowed, and ready to tell you to piss off and get the hell out, not wanting to be around you any longer, but words dissolve on his tongue when he watches you whistle a tune and unpack the package of food you bought along the way on the kitchen island. It's an oddly domestic scene.

You hold up a plastic container, its contents making Kaiser's eye grow wider.

"Look," you cheer, opening up and holding a stick of seasoned bread crust. "Even got your favorite!"

He swallows thickly, feeling that weakness come to his knees again when you give that dazzling smile of yours. Call him a masochist, but even though Kaiser hates the way you make him feel like this, he can't help but savor it.

So he's here now. A few years later, on the rooftop of an ancient Parisian building with a white carpet before him as he stands on end of a white carpet. The other side of it, the elevator to the rooftop.

Blue rose petals that mimic the tattoo on his neck scatter the area with a flower arch stretching over the small stage he's on. The Eiffel Tower oversees the entirety of Paris, its lights glowing amidst the evening sky. The breeze is just perfect, Kaiser just hopes everything else will go according to plan as he stares intently at the elevator.

"Ness, it feels a little tight..." you mutter, trying to tug at the blindfold that covers your eyes.

"But you can't see anything, right?" Ness asks as his grip on your shoulders stays firm.

"No, but—"

"Good!" he retorts happily. "Don't worry, we've only got a few more floors to go."

Your lips warble. You feel as though this is somehow a weird murder set up Ness has planned for you, possibly waiting for the right moment to just shove you off the building while you weren't able to see. He always did happen to hold a small grudge against you, after all, since he had to practically fight for Kaiser's attention whereas you got it so naturally.

"Where's Micha?" you ask as the floors continue to ding out from inside of the elevator.

"Somewhere," Ness singsongs out, making the feeling in your gut churn.

You stay quiet, trying to think of an escape plan to get yourself out of this mess, but suddenly you hear the elevator doors shift and feel a cool breeze.

"Watch your step now," he says from behind you, lighting pushing you forward while making sure your heel didn't get caught in the little gap of the elevator and its doors. He promised that Kaiser that everything about tonight had to go right, and if he dared to mess up anything, Kaiser would have his head. So Ness, ten times more attentive than usual, gently leads you out of the elevator and onto the rooftop.

"Where are we?" you ask him, your head turning around rapidly to try and examine your surroundings despite the black blindfold. " Are we outside?"

"Leave us be, Ness," a familiar voice says.

The heavy feeling on your chest suddenly lifts, letting you breathe a little easier now that you know that your life has been spared from Ness's hands. Kaiser's voice, though it may bring impending doom to many, somehow had the ability to ease you and your worries.

Ness goes to unravel the blindfold from your eyes, letting the warm glow of the many candles before you light up your field of vision. He leaves promptly, going back down the elevator and leaving you alone with the blurry figure some meters before you. Your vision clears eventually, and the scene unfurls before you much more vividly.

There stands Kaiser at the end of a magnificent carpet that tells you to come his way, dressed in a dark blue button up and black slacks with matching dress shoes. Ever the handsome fellow, you softly smile at him as you walk slowly down the carpet, never breaking eye contact with him.

It was good to make you wear white for tonight, Kaiser thinks to himself as he gets hypnotized by the way your dress flows behind you. This almost feels like practice to what's to come.

"This doesn't look like a dinner," you say softly as you take Kaiser's hand to help you up the platform.

"No, but it's something much better," he replies, a tightness in his voice that he tries to hide. "I hope."

"You hope?" you repeat, brow raising.

"It's all going to depend on you, so don't ruin it for the both of us," Kaiser grumbles before you snort out a laugh.

Getting a hint of what's to come, you allow him to take your hand and watch as he gets down on one knee before you.

Kaiser strokes the back of your hand with his thumb, bringing it to his lips and kissing it softly, all the while gazing at you.

"You're the only person that's able to bring me to my knees, you know that?" he professes quietly.

You can feel a hitch in your throat when you nod, a heat forming on your cheeks.

Kaiser pauses for a bit before continuing. "I hate you. You know."

"Yes," you sigh gently, thinking about all the times that Kaiser spewed out the words whenever he got annoyed with you. "You make it very aware."

He chuckles, and you can't help but laugh as well.

"But I hate you for a good reason. You make me weak, you make my head spin with every action you do, with every word you say," continues Kaiser eventually. "You know me better than I know myself. And I don't know whether it's been in each other's lives for so long or... or if I just get so vulnerable around you."

You bite your lip in apprehension, trying to regulate your breathing as the words just flow from Kaiser's lips as he pulls out a white ring box from his pocket.

"I want to feel that way around you forever, even if it might kill me," Kaiser declares. He slowly opens the ring box to reveal a handcrafted ring that glimmers with a large sapphire gem in the middle whose blue hue reminds you of someone all the familiar. "I want you to keep making me feel so stupidly small, to keep putting me in my place when I need it. And I want to relish in it forever, just as long as its you. I want you all to myself, because only you, (Y/N) (L/N), can do this to me."

"Micha," you choke out his nickname with a voice just slightly above a whisper. The way he looks at you so dearly makes you want to burst into tears. You don't think anyone else has ever looked in your direction is such an adoring way.

Kaiser takes a deep breath, his nerves easing themselves to a balance as he swallows his concern away, letting himself linger in the moment.

"Will you marry me?" he asks you tenderly.

He thinks that the tears that cascade down your perfect face gives him all the answer he needs, but his heart nearly leaps out of his chest when you whisper back,

"... yes."

a/n ; ITS DONE !!!! oooohhh i'm so tired asdfllksadfk my ass hurts from all the sitting

but hi if you've made it this far! im thinking of making a part two to this with a couple of more characters, but wow i will not lie this took some life out of me lolol but regardless! thank you for reading, reblogs and comments are always noticed and appreciated (っ´ω`c)♡ !!

[sirenpearldust]

Found You 3

Baby Daddy Azriel!

Series masterlist ⋆ Part two ⋆ Part four

Pair: Azriel x Spring Court! Reader

Word count: 4.369

Warning: violence, domestic abuse

Summary: Chaos enters Spring

The clock was ticking and your eyes were on it. He was late - again.

You and Amias had been waiting for Azriel, he should have arrived hours ago. It was already ten past twelve.

“Mama, is Daddy coming?”

“Yes, darling. He is probably just busy for a bit longer.”

Azriel’s visits had been irregular over the past few weeks. Sometimes, he sent letters explaining that work was keeping him away. 

Nine days had passed since Amias had last seen him.

You could see the sadness in his eyes. He tried to hide it, but you saw the unshed tear.

His toys laid forgotten around him, his small wings were drooping on the floor and his shadows curled around him, just like Azriel’s always did.

He could barely sleep the night before, too excited about training with his father and spending time with him. At dawn, he had woken you up just to gush about how cool his father was- how tall, how strong.

You had smiled, glad that Azriel had been a good father since getting to know Amias. But still, you remained cautious. The irregular visits were starting to wear on you.

Where is he?

He could have at least sent a letter?!

A knock echoed at the door.

“Come in,” you said, hoping, for your son’s sake, that it was news of his father.

Instead, a servant stepped inside, bowing slightly. 

“My lady, the Autumn Court heir has arrived and requests an audience. He says it is of utmost importance.”

You exhaled sharply. 

What now?

Nodding, you rose to your feet, silently praying this had nothing to do with Azriel’s disappearance.

“Nara, take care of Amias,” you instructed.

But before you could take a step, Amias stood up, his small frame trembling. Tears spilled down his red cheeks as he ran to you, clinging tightly to your leg.

“Mommy,” he whimpered.

��Baby, it’s okay. I promise I’m coming back,” you whispered, running a gentle hand through his dark curls.

But he only sobbed harder, his little hands gripping your blue dress with all the strength he had.

“D-Dont… please. Daddy is already gone… please don’t leave too,” he hiccuped, his voice breaking, as he sobbed louder.

Your heart burned. Kneeling down, you cupped his tear-streaked face.

“Amias, listen to me. Mommy is just going to talk to Uncle Eris and see if he knows something about Daddy, okay? I won’t gone long.”

He kept crying, though and guilt sank deep into your chest. This was your fault. You should have been more attentive, should have reassured him more, should have…

You swallowed hard. Now he thinks you’ll disappear too and that also because you were busy with work.

Something tugged at you, an uneasy feeling.

“Nara, please take care of him,” you said, forcing yourself to step back.

She gently tried prying him from your arms, but he would not let go. 

“No, mommy p-please d-don’t”

His hand stretched out to you as he tried getting out of her arms.

You were sick seeing your son like this. Anger burned beneath your skin, you were angry at your self, at Azriel, at life and your duties.

You turned on your heel with a heavy heart, storming toward the room where Eris was waiting, your patience long gone.

⋆ ♡ ⋆

Stepping into the room, you froze, stunned by what you saw.

What in the abomination is this?

Your jaw clenched, eyes narrowing as you glared at Eris.

“I left my son alone for this?” you bit out, tilting your head toward the older Archeron sister standing beside him. Her head was ducked down and you could only see the mop of light brown hair she shared with her younger sister. It fell in a messy low bun. The resemblance between them was striking.

“Let me explain,” Eris said quickly, positioning himself between the both of you.

“You have five minutes. Do you understand?” Your voice was sharp, edged with barely restrained fury.

Turning you glared at Nesta Archeron, adding, “And you’d better not cause trouble in my court, like your sister”

Without waiting for a response, you turned. Eris followed you to your office, a space where no one could overhear or interrupt.

The moment the door shut behind you, you crossed your arms.

 “Talk.”

“She needs to stay here, she can’t stay anywhere else,” Eris said, his tone clipped.

You arched a brow, then let out a sharp laugh, slow-clapping your hands. 

“Are you serious, Eris?” you scoffed, crossing your arms. 

“Having an Archeron in Spring started this whole mess in the first place.”

“It’s different this time,” he said, but you only laughed bitterly.

Walking toward him, you raised your voice, pointing your finger sharply at his chest, pushing him back. His jaw clenched, a muscle in his cheek twitching, he hated when you did that.

“She’s mated to the Night Court’s general, for gods’ sake. Have you lost your mind. Hiding her here, kidnapping her, will bring war to both our doorsteps. I have Amias to think about for Gods sake.”

“I know but I swear, it’s not the same,” Eris insisted.

“It is.” Your voice sharpened. 

“Have you forgotten what happened the last time? When the night court whore, her sister might I add, was here?”

Eris hesitated. “That’s… different.”

“How the fuck is this different?” Your brow furrowed.

He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his disheveled red hair.

“Because Rhysand wants her dead.”

Your confusion deepened. “What? What do you mean he wants her dead? She’s his mates sister?”

“I know. It’s just things have been happening,” Eris muttered, his frustration evident. He licked his lips before sinking into a chair. For the first time, you truly looked at him, his usually pristine clothes were wrinkled, his hair an unkempt mess.

“What the hell is going on?” you demanded.

He sighed. “We’ve been exchanging letters for a while. And that brute she’s mated to-let’s just say he hasn’t been kind to her.”

Your stomach twisted. “Be specific, Eris. I’m going to live with her, I need to know how I’m gonna take care of her.”

You meant your words, your mother had been through abuse in her first marriage, before she met your father.

His amber eyes met yours, filled with something between anger and sadness. 

“They’ve kept her locked in that house, forced her to work with him, train against her will, to endure his verbal abuse.”

You exhaled sharply. “Eris, if your feelings are involved he could challenge you to a blood duel, and what if she changes her mind and wants to go back?”

“She doesn’t want to go back, he’s been cruel, they’ve been cruel. He wants children, he tried impregnating her, guilting her into not drinking the potion. She was miserable there.

She left them a goodbye letter saying she fled to the Continent and found a man while working. No one knows she’s here. No one knows I’m involved. She covered her tracks. Lucien is taking care of the rest.”

You leaned against your desk, rubbing your temples. 

“She won’t be safe in Spring if they find out.”

“Then hide her in your manor, just until I figure something out.”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “You mean until you figure out how to deal with your father which, might I add, Night is supposed to be helping you with.”

Your voice dropped into a harsh whisper.

“Eris, you need them as your ally. I’ve been talking to Helion, but he hasn’t been responding well to this plan of ours. He’s worried about your mother’s life and now with Nesta in the game,” you said, your voice firm, as you crossed your arms.

“He is not supposed to be involved, he’s at fault for her misery in the first place. I have everything under control,” Eris snapped, frustration evident in his tone.

You laughed bitterly.

“You just showed me how much control you have. Helion needs to be involved because your mother is his mate, just like Nesta is Cassian’s mate. Do you see how many problems this might cause?”

His glare was sharp, his jaw clenched in anger. “And what about your mate?” he seethed.

Your powers flared to life, vines curling slowly behind your back, twisting with an almost dangerous grace. 

“That’s a new low, Eris,” you said coldly. “Mind your tongue.”

The room pulsed with the intensity of your anger, your gaze locked with his as the vines continued to unravel.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have.”

Eris clenched his jaw and he didn’t argue further.

You exhaled. “ She can stay, under the condition that she follows my rules.”

“She will,” Eris said.

 “She won’t be harmed. She’ll be treated with dignity and respect. I promise”

Eris stood up, stepping closer. His expression softened as he placed his hands gently around you.

Then, with a quiet exhale, he hugged you. It was hesitant at first, as if he was afraid you might still push him away. But when you didn’t, he tightened his grip, pulling you tighter.

 He needed the reassurance and to be honest you needed it too. You were touch starved. 

The last time this had happened, you were both sixteen, young, reckless and untouched by the burdens that now were weighing on you. 

That night, in the quiet of the woods, you had made a bargain to always protect eachother and be loyal to one another.

Now, years later, everything was different. And yet, for the briefest moment, as you stood in his arms, it felt like nothing had changed at all, like it was before the duties and the wars that had hardened you both.

But for just a second, you let yourself rest in the warmth of his embrace.

“Thank you,” he murmured.

“You know I still owe you Amias’ life and mine,” you murmured.

Eris nodded, understanding in his gaze.

“Tell him I love him,” he added softly, “and that I’m sorry I brought no presents this time.”

“I will.”

You exhaled, stepping back. “Now go, before I kick you out.”

Eris smirked. “Fine. I’ll come back later tonight.”

With that, you turned and walked out, making your way back to Amias.

⋆ ♡ ⋆

As you entered the room, your heart clenched. He had fallen asleep on the floor beside his toys, his small frame curled up, his wings enveloping his body as if he was hiding. His eyes fluttered open as he sensed your presence, his shadows slithered toward you, wrapping around your wrists as they tugged you closer to him.

“Has his father arrived?” you asked Nara quietly.

She shook her head. “Not even a letter, my lady.”

You swallowed the frustration rising in your throat.

Kneeling beside Amias, you gently brushed a curl from his damp cheek.

 “Amias,” you whispered.

He stirred, slowly sitting up, his puffy, red-rimmed eyes locking onto yours. He must have cried himself to sleep.

Guilt twisted in your chest. You cupped his cheek. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. Mommy had to talk with Uncle Eris.”

He blinked up at you. “Uncle Eris?”

You smiled faintly. “He’s sorry he couldn’t stay and he loves you very much.”

Amias nodded, rubbing at his tired eyes. Then, hesitantly, he asked, “Where is Daddy?”

You winced.

“Your father is coming later tonight,” you assured him.

“But he’ll make it up to you. He loves you very much, angel.”

Another small nod. But this time, there was hesitation in his expression, doubt creeping in.

“Will he come back?”

“Of course,” you said gently. “It’s just work.”

He nodded again, but sadness lingered in his gaze.

You pulled him close, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I love you, my sweet boy.”

He curled into your arms and as you held him. The thought of leaving him again, even just to deal with your new guest made your chest tighten.

But there was no choice.

You had a mess to clean up.

⋆ ♡ ⋆

Before you even reached the room, you could hear the shouting.

Multiple voices clashed over one another, servants hurriedly rushing away and power crackled in the air like a brewing storm.

Azriel was back.

Eris didn’t know about your bargain. You scolded yourself for the oversight, for not anticipating this. 

Heart pounding, you pushed forward, stepping into the chaos.

The scene before you was nothing short of a battlefield. The eldest Archeron sister stood behind Eris, half-hidden. Meanwhile, Lucien and Azriel were locked in a furious shouting match, their magic glowing.

Without hesitation, you slammed the heavy door shut.

Silence.

All heads snapped toward you, the tension thick enough to suffocate. The only sound left in the room was the sharp clack of your heels against the marble floor as you strode forward.

Azriel was a mess. His leathers were torn, his face bruised and bloodied, his normally pristine hair disheveled. He looked like he’d been in a fight, a bad one. But none of the others bore a single scratch. Whatever had happened, it had been before he came here.

You came to a stop in front of him, his chest rising and falling in ragged breaths. His massive wings were flared wide, casting a dark shadow over you. His golden-hazel eyes, now looking like liquid gold were locked onto Eris, his shadows writhing around him like vipers, ready to strike.

“Azriel,” you whispered.

He didn’t move. Didn’t look at you. His gaze stayed fixed on Eris, his fingers twitching at his sides.

Turning away from him, you addressed the others. 

“How the fuck can he enter?” Lucien demanded, his voice sharp.

“I will explain it later,” you promised, exhaling through your nose. 

“That was an oversight on my part.”

Eris stood firm, Nesta’s hand clasped tightly in his. She pressed herself further behind him, looking fragile, she was too thin, to small. Your gaze flicked back to Eris, searching his face for the anger you knew was brewing beneath his carefully controlled expression.

“I will take care of it,” you said, voice steady.

 “I promise you, nothing is as it seems right now. She is safe and welcome here.”

The bargain between you pulsed, a reminder to Eris of the vow you had made. 

Eris’s jaw tensed, his features hardening for a moment before something in him relented. He believed you. Even if his body remained coiled tight with tension, his grip on Nesta’s hand loosened just slightly.

“Lex will see that you are accommodated, undisturbed and left in peace,” you said evenly. Your voice left no room for argument. “No one will harm you in my home.”

The three walked out and Azriel moved to follow, but you grabbed his wrist gently.

“Don’t,” you said, your voice firm yet soft.

His jaw clenched in frustration. He didn’t pull away, but his posture stiffened, as if he were ready to break.

When the door clicked shut behind them, Azriel’s eyes focused solely on you. His wings were still spread wide, his golden eyes locked onto yours, intense and piercing.

You felt small in front of him, towering over you like a giant, but you felt no fear. His presence was overwhelming, yet strangely comforting. His shadows reached out, enveloping your body in a cool, almost soothing embrace. They were like a second skin.

“Sit,” you said, motioning toward the chair opposite you.

He hesitated for a moment before lowering himself into the seat, his body still tense as if every muscle was on alert.

Your gaze scanned his body as you took in the damage. His knuckles were swollen, the deep bruises darkening his skin. His body was covered in cuts and bruises.

Kneeling infront of him you softly took his hand, gently healing it with your magic. You moved slowly, deliberately, feeling the power flow through you, soothing the pain in his injured hand.

“Where were you?” you asked quietly, focusing on his hand, avoiding looking into his eyes for a moment.

His voice was rough as he answered, his gaze never leaving you. 

“Searching.”

“For the eldest, I presume?” you asked, your fingers intertwined with his.

He nodded, his gaze never leaving yours as you worked, your touch soft but deliberate.

You bent his hand gently to assess the damage.

Azriel liked the quiet, how quiet his head was with you right now. His heart began to pound, a realisation dawning on him. He liked the way you touched him, how soft and careful you were, just like you used to be.

Bending his hand back, you asked, “Does it hurt?”

He shook his head, though the faint wince in his expression suggested otherwise.

Your face softened, but your words were anything but gentle. 

“The next time you come like this into my house, I will skin you and string you up for everyone to see.”

Azriel’s breath caught at the sharpness of your tone, his chest tightening. Before he could respond, you interrupted him, your voice cutting through the moment.

“Let me heal your face,” you said quietly, your voice softer again.

You reached up to touch his face, your magic cold against his burning wounds. As your fingers grazed his skin, he closed his eyes, the sensation both soothing and unsettling. He shouldn’t feel good about this, about the way your touch calmed him, about the way it made something stir deep inside him. He had thought of you as someone who had wronged him, someone he should stay away from. But now, something about your presence made him feel a pull that he couldn’t explain, like he had to tell you everything.

“Cassian,” he said, his voice rough, barely a whisper as his mind swirled with confusion.

“What?” you asked softly, focusing on his face as your magic worked.

“It was Cassian,” he said again, this time his voice strained. 

“He’s the one who did this to me.”

“Why would he…?” you asked, still working on his face, your fingers lingering near his lips.

Blood was dripping down his chin, he must have bit it open again.

Azriel’s breath was shallow as he struggled to make sense of his emotions.

“He’s going mad,” he murmured, his voice tight.

“Because of Nesta?” you asked.

“Yes,” Azriel confirmed, his tone bitter, almost defeated.

Your fingers lingered a moment longer, pressing gently to his lips, trying to heal the blood that still trickled from the cut. His heartbeat quickened, every nerve responding to your touch. His eyes met yours and for a split second, the world seemed to fall away. Desire stirred deep inside him he just hoped you wouldn’t notice. He wanted to kiss you, feel your lips against his once again, to stop pretending everything had been fine. But that would complicate everything. You would kill him if he tried.

He had been dreaming of you since the moment he saw you again, after four long years. And now, as your touch lingered on his skin, it felt like he had been pulled back in time

Before everything went wrong.

His thoughts were interrupted by your words, cutting through his thought. 

“That your High Lord said he would execute her?” you asked, your voice bringing him back to the present.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice barely audible, breathless.

“Azriel,” your voice was soft, a gentle whisper that seemed to draw him in, your words wrapping around him like a siren’s call. He shut his eyes, groaning quietly, hoping you wouldn’t notice how his body reacted to your closeness.

“It was Rhys, not Cassian,” he responded, his voice hoarse.

“I don’t think a mate would leave another if they felt safe, right?” you pressed, your gaze steady, a challenge in your voice.

Azriel’s eyes met yours again, his breath hitching. He noticed the way your fingers glided over his skin, tenderly healing the cuts Cassian had left. His face was swollen, bruised, luckily, his jaw wasn’t broken and it seemed most of the wounds would heal fairly easily.

“He’s been kind of an asshole to her,” Azriel muttered, his voice rough as he tried to explain. “He’s been working and stressed a—”

“Would you have treated your mate like this?” you interrupted, the question almost too soft, too easy for him to answer.

You cradled his face gently, the light from your magic casting a soft blue glow around the room, healing his injuries as you continued to hold him. His eyes stayed locked with yours as you worked, his breath steadying despite the chaos inside. He felt lightheaded with how close you were to him.

“Never,” Azriel whispered, his voice tight. He licked his dry lips, his gaze never wavering from yours.

“Then why would it be okay for him to?”

Azriel swallowed hard, his thoughts racing. You weren’t wrong. Everything inside him wanted to defend Cassian, to defend the bond between mates, but the truth was hard to deny. He had failed to protect Nesta.

“I know your brother is in pain, but so is she,” you said softly, you almost had him.

Azriel’s jaw tightened beneath your touch, his breath quickening. His scarred hands moved to gently hold your wrists, as if to remove them from his face, but he winced at the pain.

Gently, you moved your hand over his chest, your fingers tracing his worn leathers. With delicate care, you unbuttoned his jacket, exposing the bruised skin underneath. His broken ribs made it difficult to breathe, you could see his discomfort. You began to heal him, the cool light of your magic glowing softly against his injured skin.

As the adrenaline slowly left his body, the pain seemed to hit him all at once. His eyes closed briefly, but when they opened again, they locked onto yours. 

“You won’t tell them where she is,” you whispered, your voice unwavering.

His breath caught as your hands continued to work, moving to the buttons of his clothes, carefully unfastening his belt and unbuttoning his pants.

“Our son needs to be safe in his home,” you said meeting his lidded eyes.

“And you’ll make sure that nesta location wont be revealed either, just like you promised, right?”

Azriel let out a soft whimper.

“Yeah,” he whispered, his voice barely audible as your hands continued their work.

Your hands moved carefully across his skin, over his chest to his throat. You stood up, now almost taller than him, tracing the handprint left on his throat.

“You’ll keep Nesta and us safe, right?” 

Azriel nodded, his eyes meeting yours with a promise in them.

“It’s a bargain then,” you said softly.

“Yes” He said without hesitation, you felt a small burn behind your ear, you would check it out later.

You continued to heal him, your fingers gently brushing across the scarred surface of his hand. Something inside you stirred, something small, but it was there. You would deal with it later.

“Good,” you said, your voice returning to its usual firmness.

Standing straight, you broke the moment, your voice sharp and composed once more. 

“Button up your pants. I’ll send another healer to take over.”

“I have to talk to the others,” you added, your words cold once again, as if nothing had changed.

Azriel looked up at you in confusion he wa so confuse about . “What?”

Azriel felt like the air had been knocked from his lungs.

His fingers twitched where they rested on his thighs, his mind still catching up to what had just happened. The warmth of your hands still lingered on his skin, but it had been a lie. You had just guided him exactly where you wanted, let him believe he was safe with you, that he could be vulnerable, just for a moment.

But you had never meant for it to be anything more than a transaction.

A bargain.

His stomach twisted, he felt sick. He should have known better. He should have seen it coming. 

His jaw tightened as he watched you pull away, as if nothing had happened. The warmth in your voice was gone, replaced by that same cold, detached authority you always wielded so well.

He had been played.

And the worst part?

It wasn’t just anger that was coiling in his chest. It was something else, something darker, more dangerous.

Because for the first time in years, he had felt something real with you again. And he had no idea if he hated you for it… or if he wanted more.

“Amias has been waiting and crying all day,” you said, your eyes narrowing slightly. 

“He’s been missing you. We’ll also need to have a conversation about that.”

Azriel’s face softened, guilt flashing in his eyes.

“Rest,” you said firmly. “You need it.”

He hesitated for a moment before standing up. His face, though no longer bruised visibly, still held the exhaustion and pain of the day. 

“Let me see him first,” he requested quietly.

“You’re still hurt,” you said, pointing at him. “He’ll notice.”

His jaw clenched. 

“Let me see him. Do I always have to beg you?” His voice was a mixture of frustration and hurt.

You didn’t flinch, your eyes locking onto his with a coldness that was never this vicious.

 “Careful,” you said, your voice icy. It was a warning, a sharp reminder of the boundaries you’d set.

Azriel gulped, his posture stiffening before he slowly sank back into the chair, visibly deflated.

“You’ll see him when the healer allows it,” you added, your words leaving no room for argument.

With one final glance, you turned on your heel and walked out, the door closing behind you with a soft click, leaving Azriel to wrestle with his frustration and the worst day he might have had in a long century.

⋆ ♡ ⋆

Walking past the open window, you reached out and grabbed the white cat by the scruff of its neck. It let out a terrible, loud meow, its green eyes glaring at you with all the rage it could muster.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’ve been up to, you little shit,” you muttered, holding it up to eye level.

The cat hissed, its tail lashing in irritation, but you didn’t let go. You simply kept walking, its tiny body dangling from your grip as it continued to yowl at you.

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[blushsturns]

Cling, whiny Matt who just wants his girlfriends attention so bad

title: down bad

warnings: this work contains graphic content, but it is all consensual! sub!matt, titty play, lots of touching, kissing, unprotected p in v, tons of whining, pure filth.

w/c: 3150

matt was feeling extra clingy today. he knew you had to get ready for work in a couple minutes and he didn’t want you to leave at all. you had a short shift today, but any time spent apart from you made him miss you terribly.

he wrapped his arms around your middle to pull you closer to his body, an attempt to keep you close and secure against his chest so you were locked in his embrace.

“please don’t go, baby. i need you.” matt whined against the nape of your neck, breathing in your intoxicating scent and peppering soft kisses against your delicate skin.

you hummed softly at the feeling of his lips against your skin with your arms wrapping around his neck, your fingers moving up to tangle through his tousled locks. “baby, you know i have work in an hour.”

“not if you call in sick, mama.” his whiny voice almost made you feel bad, sounding like he was on the verge of tears. he didn’t want you to go and it seemed like he would do everything in his power to make sure you stay right here in his arms with him and not go anywhere.

to be honest, you loved seeing matt like this; clingy, soft, whiny, damn near submissive. it was like you had this powerful capability to make matt feel this way and you loved every second of it.

“matty, you know i can’t do that. they need me, remember?” you ran your fingers through his hair as you stared down at him, your chest pressed up against his to allow a bit of cleavage from your tank top to be visible to his ocean blue eyes.

his eyes scanned down to your chest, his eyes widening in surprise as your pretty plump cleavage is on display for his eyes only. he gulped, his adam’s apple bobbing in the process as his eyes stay fixated on your chest. he fucking loved your tits. he loved playing with them, sucking on them, biting and marking them with little love bites. he could sleep on them all night instead of his pillow if he could.

you watched him stare at you longingly, your lips curving up into a devious smirk. normally this kind of thing would make your body melt and your heart swoon, but when matt was acting clingy, it was hard not to baby him and allow him to fully let his submissive side show.

he looked back up at you and into your eyes with a shy smile evident on his face. “but i need you more, baby. please stay with me?” his words came out of his mouth like a desperate plea, begging you to stay home with him and not go anywhere at all. he moved his hands to grip onto your hips to hold your body in place against him, the pass of his thumbs rubbing smooth, slow circles against your exposed hip bones underneath the fabric of your tank top.

it pulled on your heart strings to hear him beg like this and all because he didn’t want you to leave. a soft sigh emits from your lips before eventually giving in and nodding your head at his question. “okay, i’ll stay with you since you’re so persistent on needing me.” you flashed him a slight smirk, your hand moving away from his hair and down to his cheek, caressing the slight stubble with the pad of your thumb. “my precious boy.”

matt’s cheeks grow warm, a slight pink tint forming against his cheekbones as a wide smile appears onto his face. he pulls you even closer to him, his lips back on your neck as he murmurs his undying gratitude for you, thanking you for staying with him.

with his body so close up against yours, you begin to notice the slight poke pressing against your thigh in between your bodies. you didn’t even have to ask what it was, or take a peak between the both of you. matt was growing hard in the fabric of his sweatpants and boxers and it immediately made heat pool into your tummy at how rapidly it happened.

you moved your hand in between the both of you, your smirk only widening as you immediately grasp onto the hardening bulge in his pants with the palm of your hand. “is this what you meant by needing me, matty?” you quirk your eyebrow up at him, a teasingly sly smirk staying present on your lips.

he nodded his head, his cheeks only growing a darker shade of red and radiating heat as the seconds pass. he bit down onto his bottom lip nervously before back up at you, flashing you a shy smile. “yes, but i also always need you, baby.”

you shake your head in disbelief and click your tongue, a soft laugh emitting from your lips. “kinda pathetic don’t you think? poor baby can’t even spend a couple hours without me and goes hard for me within seconds.” your hand grasps onto his cock in his sweatpants as you begin to palm him through the fabric which causes a low moan to leave his lips.

matt immediately pushes his hips up into the touch of your hand, his breathing beginning to become heavier as the seconds pass by. “mama, please.” he whines out in a desperate plea, his hands moving up your shirt underneath the fabric of your tank top and instantly cups your breasts through the fabric of your bra. his hand tugs your bra down and immediately uses the pads of his thumbs to run across your hardened nipples. “need it.”

his touch made you gasp softly with a shudder running down your spine at the sensation rolling through you. you felt your underwear through your shorts becoming drenched with your own slick arousal, the familiar heat pooling in your tummy. “need what, hm?” you asked him as you look up at him with darkened eyes and lust filling your gaze.

you pulled away only slightly so you can slip your own shirt off and unclasp your bra to get it out of the way, throwing it onto the ground carelessly. he took the initiative to remove his own shirt as well. your breasts press up against his now bare chest, your hand moving back down to grasp his evident hardening cock through the fabric of his sweatpants.

a whiny moan escaped his lips as your hand made contact with his cock once again. what a desperate, needy thing. the tip of his cock was leaking precum and managed to leave a wet spot right in the front of his sweatpants. his cock twitched beneath your hand as you continued to palm him through the fabric, your eyes focusing in on your own movements of your hand against him. the wet spot on his pants was just a reminder of how needy he truly was for you and only made your pussy throb with the thrill of excitement.

“need you, mama. want you to ride me and take full control. please?” he whined out desperately, rutting his hips effortlessly into your hand and let out a hiss through clenched teeth followed by a breathy moan as you squeezed his hardened cock.

it was like it was his body became weightless, or maybe you just somehow gained the amount of strength you needed as you pushed him flat down onto his back and immediately crawled between his legs as you perched yourself up onto your knees. you flashed him a sly smirk, licking over your lips hungrily as you stared him up and down, scanning over his beautiful body in front of you. “such a needy little thing aren’t you, baby?” you cooed teasingly, bringing your fingers up to place underneath the hem of his sweatpants and his boxers to pull them down his legs and off his body.

his hardened, leaking cock immediately sprung free, making your mouth practically water. the tip of his cock was shiny and pink, leaking with precum. you immediately wrapped your fingers around his cock from the base and moving up to his tip, the pad of your thumb running across his leaking tip to smear the precum against his shaft to lather him up.

you brought your thumb up to your own lips and immediately placed it between your lips to get a taste of his sweet, indulgent taste. you moaned at the taste as you flicked your tongue against your thumb to lick it clean. your own pussy throbs in excitement and making your panties soaked from your glistening wet arousal.

he watched you in awe as you seemed to be enjoying yourself fully, sucking on your own thumb with the taste of him on you. you pulled your thumb away from your lips with a sight pop, flashing him a slight smirk. “taste so good for me, baby, but i think we need to see if you can handle this pussy all around your precious, pretty cock. what do you say, hm?” you pulled your shorts and underwear off your body, a slight gasp emitting from your lips from feeling how fucking soaked you are, your glistening wet arousal now on full display.

his eyes scan your body before falling onto your beautiful pussy in front of him, a soft whine leaving his lips. “such a pretty fucking pussy, baby. look at her.” he cooed eagerly as he stared at your dripping center, licking over his own lips hungrily.

you giggle softly, a light pink tint creeps onto your cheeks at his words before moving your body over to his waist to straddle him and immediately began grinding your slick arousal against his groin. the feel of his hardened cock probing at your thigh was driving you insane but you wanted to keep working him up until he was a crying, whiny mess.

your heart was beating rapidly in your chest from the anticipation as you continued to grind your pussy against him, the friction making you moan and allow you to throw your head back against your shoulder. he was enjoying this, using one of his hands to grip your hip and the other to travel down in between your legs to run his middle finger along your glistening wet folds. he groaned as his finger immediately becomes coated with your slick arousal. your eyes fall shut, a soft moan leaving your lips at the feeling of his finger against your soaking wet folds.

he pulls your body closer to him so that your breasts are flush against his chest. matt moves his hand away from your center and brings his finger to your lips which you gladly accept. you grab onto his wrist as his finger slides into your mouth, your tongue rolling along your own slick arousal that coated his finger moaning softly in satisfaction at the taste. he watched you in complete and utter awe, his cock twitching against your thigh in anticipation. you pull his finger out of your mouth with a soft pop sound, flashing him a soft smirk before licking over your own lips to taste your sweet juices. “damn no wonder we make such a hot couple. we both taste good as fuck.”

you leaned down to press your lips against his deeply so he can get a taste of you on your own lips. he moaned into the kiss, kissing you passionately and deeply, full of want and desire. you began to suck onto his bottom lip, your teeth nibbling against his bottom lip as he parts his lips to allow permission for your tongue to slide through. your tongues battle for dominance, both of your combined muffled moans leaving an echo throughout the four walls.

matt moves his hand to cup your breast, his thumb rubbing your hardened nipple in slow circles before tweaking it with his index finger causing a louder moan to escape your lips and your body to grind forward against him. “fuck.” you whisper breathlessly as you pull away from his lips to catch your labored breathing, your forehead resting onto his. “you gonna beg for me, sweet boy?”

he nods his head at your words, his breathing also heavy as he ruts his hips against you, his cock probing against your thigh repeatedly. he groans at the friction, his cock twitching immensely by the second. “need to feel you around me, mama. please. want to feel your tight, soaking wet pussy around my cock. need it so bad, please.” his words spilled out of his mouth as pleas, whines emitting from his lips right after as you immediately grasp onto his aching hard cock and begin aiming it directly to your soaking wet cunt, rubbing his tip up and down against your drooling pussy.

you could continue to tease him a bit more, but your own pussy was throbbing immensely to the point where it felt like complete and utter torture. you decided to give in to his pleas, since they were only turning you on even more. without hesitation, you sink down onto his cock inch by inch until he’s suddenly buried inside of you. your eyes widened in surprise as you get used to the fullness inside of you, a soft moan leaving your lips.

matt immediately throws his head back against the pillow behind him, gripping onto your waist as your legs spread on top of him to straddle him comfortably. “fuck, ma.” he groaned out, his fingers digging into your hip bones causing you to moan out in pleasure, your eyes slipping closed. you lean your head onto your shoulder as you begin to move your hips up and down against him, feeling him slide even deeper inside of you.

your tight walls immediately clench around his thickness as you start to ride him, bouncing up and down onto his cock as you feel his cock twitching and throbbing inside of you. “oh fuck, you’re so big aren’t you baby? filling me up so nice and full.” your voice was full of need, desire, lust. his cock felt so good around you, like it was made just for you.

you opened up your eyes to watch him as he laid there and grabbed ahold of your hips to hold you place as you bounced onto his cock, the bed squeaking and the headboard ramming into the wall. he moved his hand up to your chest to grasp onto your breast as they jiggled and bounced around with each and every thrust of your hips. he tweaked and tugged onto your hardened nipple as an enticing moan falls from your lips.

“oh fuck, mama. feel so good.” he moaned out, both of his hands now grabbing ahold of your pretty tits and pulling and tweaking your hardened nipples as you bounce up and down onto his hardened cock causing heat to pool in your tummy and electricity to course through your veins.

you roll your hips against him, stuttering your hips for a moment to feel him slide even deeper inside of you until he begins to hit your g-spot at a rapidly rising pace, a louder moan leaving your lips. “bet you love this don’t you? would’ve missed this tight little pussy if i went to work.” your words come out within breathless gasps, your hands moving to his shoulders to hold yourself up, your blunt fingernails digging into his skin causing him to groan out in pleasure.

he moves his hand to your center, his index and middle finger finding your swollen, soaking wet clit and begins to rub it at a furious pace, making your moans become louder, more erratic. “fuck, matty!” you scream out, throwing your head back while your heart beats rapidly in your chest, sweat glistening across your chest and your forehead.

matt whines as he continues to rub your clit in time with your thrusts, his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over again. “c-can i cum, mama? need to cum.”

you could hear how wet you were, your gummy walls clenching around his cock each and every time you bounced down onto his cock. louder moans escaped your lips, fire coursing throughout your veins. your orgasm was rapidly approaching and you weren’t sure how much longer you were going to last. your fingers digging into his skin as you held onto him while continuing to ride him. you roll your hips along him, feeling his cock sliding in and out of your tight heat. you move your head up to press your lips against his once again, murmuring against them, “yes, baby, you can cum. gonna cum in my tight little pussy baby? you know you want to. come on, be a good boy and fill me up with your cum.”

matt groans out in pure ecstasy, his body shaking against you as he thrusts his hips up into yours several times, his vision going white as he throws his head back to allow a string of profanities and groans to leave his lips. “f-fuck!” he whined out desperately as he begins to fill you up with his cum to the brim, his head lolling to the side as he shakes through his intense orgasm.

“good boy, that’s my good boy. so good for me.” you moan out breathlessly, your body shaking as you feel the same familiar sensation forming in the pit of your tummy. he continued to rub your clit in fast, haste circles while you continue to roll your hips against him. “i’m gonna cum baby.” you groan out your words, rolling your hips along. you feel the pressure snap inside of you and suddenly the pleasure intensifies as your gummy walls clench tightly around his cock, milking him completely and utterly dry.

your vision goes white while your eyes close, your orgasm rolls through you, a string of moans leaves your lips while he rubs your swollen clit to rock you through your intense orgasm.

your body shakes against him, wrapping your arms around his neck to hold yourself up, your breathing fairly labored as you cling onto him, your glistening skin sticking against his as you hold him tightly. he presses soft kisses to the nape of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent, letting out a soft whine while holding your body close. “i’m so glad you stayed home with me today. thank you, my love.”

“you’re just down bad for me aren’t you, baby?” you ask him as you pull away from his neck to flash him a teasing smirk, your fingers moving up to run through his tousled locks.

“mm, always.” he replies with a wide grin, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before continuing, “never leave me and this bed.”

you weren’t planning on it. ever.

maybe you were down bad, too.

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[sombrashe]

2 random relationship headcanons ∿ team thanos

suggestive

✐ᝰlets you take a hit of his vape in the middle of sex. doesn't matter if he's fucking into you or if you're bouncing on his lap. he's grabbing his vape off the bedside box and blowing smoke in your face

"Quit it, Choi."

"Harsh... want a hit? It's cherry lime."

"Sounds awful."

"You say that to everything."

"That's because blue raspberry is the only flavor."

✐ᝰrolls a blunt on your lower back as you're scrolling. swatting at your ass when you laugh too hard and shake some of the bud loose. he finishes it off by keeping his tongue out too long and licking a stripe from the blunt to your side.

"Ew, Su-bong. What have I said about the licking?"

"That you love it and want me to do it."

"I get enough weed stench on me being in your presence. I don't need it embedded into my skin."

"Boring."

✐ᝰbrings home random pills he's collected throughout his shift at the club and expects you to take them with him. you always question every little thing about the pill. all he has to do is taking a quick look and knows exactly what it is.

"That's ecstasy. It's an upper."

"So I'll get like super depressed after?"

"Yeah, but I'll be here. It's fun."

"I hallucinate, right?"

"That's one of the symptoms, yeah"

✐ᝰdoes your nails because he's dead broke. He wishes he could buy you those cute sets you always linger on when online browsing. He found some nail sets on temu and went to a beauty store to buy nail supplies. he kept these hidden while he watched video after video about how to properly do nails.

"Where did you learn this?"

"YouTube."

"Why?"

"Bored."

✐ᝰdyes your hair so long as you agree to go with her when she gets a new piercing. she loves seeing all the different colors you've gone through. she especially loves how you just make shit up, mixing emerald pixie and frozen cotton candy and naming the teal color frozen pixie candy. amazing

"What color are we doing next?"

"I don't know. Any ideas?"

"What about pink. You always look so cute in pink."

"Pervert."

"I didn't even say anything."

✐ᝰrants to you about her day, everyday. at first it was frustrating, it seemed like all she did was complain. the more you bit your tongue and listened you slowly came to realize she needed a new job. immediately. what kind of boss says those things??

"You need to quit."

"I can't just quit."

"I make enough to hold us over until you find another job."

"But we would have to cut down a lot."

"I will do whatever you need."

✐ᝰblushes when you offer to go down on him. you don't do it often since he normally initiates but the few times you do offer his face turns beat red. it always starts at the tip of his ears, moves over to the apples of his cheeks, and ends splattered across his cheat like a renaissance painting.

"You're so red, Min-su."

"Don't tease me."

"I'm not! I promise, I think it's cute. Sexy even."

"Uh-huh."

"No really, It shows how turned on I make you."

✐ᝰgenuinely giggles. anytime you get the upper hand during wrestling you stick your fingers right under his chin and start tickling. at first he lets out a sharp laugh. something harsh that is accompanied by kicks. when it really starts getting to be too much he starts giggling uncontrollably.

"Stop. Stop. Too much."

"Say it. Say I'm the champion."

"You're-."

"Min-su."

"You won. You're the champion. Now stop, please. I can't breathe."

✐ᝰwatches you whenever you're not looking. He feels like a creep doing it but you're just so gorgeous. Absolutely ethereal and he physically can't keep his eyes off of you. He does it so often he ends up spacing out and you have to raise your voice to snap him out of it.

"Gyeong-su? Gyeong-su!"

"What?"

"Have you heard a single thing I said?"

"What did you say?"

"Unbelievable."

✐ᝰhypes you up any chance he gets. just woke up and need nothing more than a shower? God, baby, you look so good. putting the finishing touches on your makeup before a night out? Wow, you're breathtaking. when you're facedown and his lips are inches from the shell of your ear? Amazing how I get to call you mine.

"Which shirt with these pants?"

"You look amazing in both."

"That's not helpful Gyeong-su."

"But it's the truth."

"Then lie."

[navybrat817]

For your ficlets, how about Andy Barber and notes tucked beneath your morning coffee. And let’s go fluffy, since it leans that way and it’s a ficlet 🤣 (that said, spicy could be fun too 😉)

I added a touch of angst (not much!). I hope you don't mind!

Post-It Notes

Pairing: Andy Barber x Female Reader

Summary: You like to surprise Andy with post-it notes.

Word Count: Over 750

Warnings: Established relationship, fluff, touch of angst and insecurities, comfort, feels, Andy Barber (he's a warning, okay?)

A/N: Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The first post-it note you left for Andy was in his briefcase. You wrote, “Have a great day!” with a smiley face and heart. It was a silly thing really. You just wanted to do something to make him smile when he went to work.

“I loved the note, honey,” he told you once he got home, showing you that he kept it, too.

It became your new thing after that.

It was fun thinking of new places to hide notes for him. In the dresser drawers, tucked inside of his favorite book, in his lunch container. You managed to sneak one into his wallet once and even in his glove compartment when he wasn’t looking. It was almost like a game and you imagined his smile or chuckle every time he found one when you weren’t around.

The notes came in different colors and shapes. You tried to come up with different kinds of quotes, too, that ranged from telling him to have a good day to how much you loved him to how sexy he was. You wanted each to feel special and to be a surprise.

“You spoil me,” he smiled when he found one in his tacklebox during a weekend trip.

For some reason you worried after a few weeks that he’d get sick of the notes and you stopped leaving them for him for a short time. You weren’t sure why you suddenly felt insecure about them. It wasn’t like he said anything. It just felt… Well, like you were being clingy or too much.

“Morning,” Andy smiled when you ventured into the kitchen. He was already at the island sipping his coffee, dressed in his usual suit sans the jacket. He had a mug ready for you, too.

“Morning,” you smiled back, greeting him with a kiss. “Mmm. Caffeine,” you said happily, your hands warming as they wrapped around the mug and inhaling as you lifted it up to your face.

“Yep,” he smirked, looking at you expectantly as he took another sip.

“What?” you asked curiously. You knew that look. What was he up to?

His eyes flickered to where your mug was sitting before he looked at your face again. Glancing down, you gasped when you spotted the post-it note. You recognized Andy’s handwriting and smiled when you read it: “I’ll always love you, honey.”

“You…” you set the mug down so you could trace the letters with your finger. “You left me a post-it note.”

“Well, you’re always leaving them for me, and they brighten my day. I wanted to do the same for you,” he explained, your face falling a bit since you hadn’t given him a note in days. “Are you okay?”

“I thought they’d annoy you after a while, so I stopped.” You smiled sadly when you faced him. He looked heartbroken, and you felt like an idiot. “And it was nothing you said or did, okay? I promise. You know I just get in my own head sometimes.”

Everyone had moments like that when the mean voice won.

“You really don’t know much they mean to me, do you, honey?” he asked quietly, stepping away before you could answer. “Hold on.”

You sipped your coffee while you waited for him to come back, staring at the post-it note again as guilt churned in your stomach. It was so sweet of him to do that. Why did you doubt yourself?

“Here,” he said, coming back into the kitchen with a small album in hand. You hadn’t seen it before. “Take a look.”

Flipping it open and looking through the pages, tears clogged your throat. It was every single note you had given him, each one carefully preserved. “You saved all of them,” you whispered, a tear slipping out from the corner of your eye.

“Of course, I did.” His beard tickled your cheek as he kissed it away. “They mean everything to me, and so do you.”

Turning your head, you brushed your lips against his thanks. A thank you for keeping them, for assuring you, and for loving you. “I’ll keep leaving them then.”

“And I can’t wait to figure out where you hide the next one,” he said, slipping his arms around your waist. “You know, it’s still early. I think we should go back to bed.”

“But you’re already dressed,” you teased. “Never stopped us before,” he chuckled, kissing you again.

Having a partner like Andy made you feel blessed, and you couldn’t wait to leave him another note.

Love and thanks for participating! ❤️

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It's Day Fifteen, so it's the Babysitting prompt. I debated having them babysit Jee-Yun or Denny and Mara, but I miss Christopher and they probably do, too. In this universe, Eddie's move to El Paso was temporary and ended sometime in the late summer so Christopher could be back in LA for his next year of school. This is also on AO3 over here. Tagging @bucktommyfluffebruary

They’ve got Christopher for the afternoon, because Eddie has an appointment and then a couple of errands to run. He’d mentioned his schedule the day before while Buck and Tommy had been dropping a lasagna off for them, asking Christopher if he was okay following him around for a bit, and Tommy had said:

“You know, you could always drop him off with us.”

And Eddie, who'd been spending every free moment possible with his kid and working on a lot of stuff, had been almost hesitant to say yes. Then Christopher had readily agreed, because he hadn't been hung out with them in forever. Buck had turned pleading eyes on Eddie until his best friend agreed.

“Guess I should stop hogging you, kid.”

So Buck is thrilled to have Christopher over. He hasn’t had much hangout time since they came back from El Paso, but he’s also excited to show off his and Tommy’s place to one of his favorite people. Christopher has already seen it when it was just Tommy’s. He hasn’t seen it when it was theirs, though.

Christopher, being a teenager, doesn’t completely appreciate the significance of this, but he does say it’s really “cool” that they’re living together and that he likes the new couch. Buck gives Tommy a smug look over Christopher’ head, and his boyfriend makes a face at him. As far as he’s concerned, it’s the final nail in the “Buck was right in the furniture store” argument.

“You said you brought your Switch, right?” Buck asks, and Christopher nods. “Well, Tommy can hook that up while I grab us some snacks.”

“I can do it,” Christopher offers, taking a few cables from his bag.

“Nah, I got it,” Tommy says, taking everything as Christopher gets it out. “Hon, can you grab me some ice tea?”

Buck smiles and watches fondly as Christopher piles cables and plastic into Tommy's arms. “Yeah. What about you, kid?”

“Just water,” Christopher says, shrugging and smiling. “Thanks.”

He ruffles Christopher’ hair and goes into the kitchen. He’s probably going a little overboard on the tray of snacks he brings out, but he wants Christopher to be happy. He’s missed the kid like a limb, and he plops next to him on the couch and wishes Christopher wasn’t kind of too cool for cuddling now. He still gave Buck a really long hug when he arrived, but Christopher is a teenager. Teenagers don’t do couch cuddle time, though he does tip his head over onto Buck’s shoulder when Buck curls an arm around his head to kiss his hair.

“Thank you,” Christopher says, immediately going for the potato chips once Buck releases him.

Tommy reaches for his ice tea before sitting on Buck’s other side. “Thanks. Alright, we’re hooked up, kid.”

They play through a cup in Mario Kart, and Christopher beats the shit out of both of them. Buck lingers between third and sixth place the whole time, and Tommy’s only marginally better.

“I feel like this is not made for grown hands,” Tommy says, turning the Joy-Con over in his hands and giving it a dubious look.

“I have other ones, but they’ve got wires,” Christopher offers, diving into his backpack.

Tommy’s eyes light up, and he takes them when Christopher pulls out a tangle of wires with two controllers attached. “Way better. Just a sec.”

He hops up and fiddles with the Switch until he has the controllers plugged in. Christopher keeps using the small wireless controller that’s more comfortable for his hands. Buck and Tommy end up pulling their blanket chest and ottoman closer to the TV so the controller cables can reach.

“Alright, let’s try this again,” Buck says eagerly.

He does a little better, Tommy does a lot better. Suspiciously a lot better.

“We had a GameCube on base,” he explains when Buck shoots him a look of betrayal. Tommy’s older, he’s supposed to be worse with technology. “What else do you have on here, kid?”

Buck knows he shouldn’t trust the nonchalant suggestion of Super Smash Bros, and Christopher doesn’t know any better yet. He doesn’t know that Tommy Kinard is a sneaky liar, but Buck has been learning things. Like his boyfriend pretended he'd never made focaccia before so Buck could show him how, and then he'd produced a professional grade loaf on his first try.

“You were really excited. But I really don't know how to make apple pie, I swear.”

He hadn't, it was a disaster until Buck intervened.

It takes a few minutes of Tommy doing seemingly random things on the sides of the stages while Buck tries in vain to go after Christopher, and then he makes a noise of understanding and absolutely destroys them for the next three matches.

“How?” Christopher demands.

“We did a couple tournaments while we were deployed,” Tommy says with an innocent shrug.

“Uh-huh, and who won those?” Buck asks suspiciously.

“Can’t remember,” Tommy lies, grinning.

“You hustled us,” Christopher says, but he looks delighted instead of pissed. He's doubtlessly adding this to the long list of things that makes Tommy cool, which Buck is proud of these days instead of jealous. “Can you beat the CPU on the highest level?”

“I have no idea,” Tommy says, reaching back to grab a carrot stick. “Let’s see.”

What follows is unreal, according to Christopher. They watch Tommy fight a computer controlled character at each difficulty level, and he manages to get through almost all of them. The last one, though, is apparently almost impossible.

“The reaction time on that thing’s literally not physically possible,” Tommy explains as he makes Fox McCloud do something with a shield that Buck can’t follow. When he gets taken out a moment later by the CPU, he sighs and sits back. “Yeah, nope. There’s no way.”

“Let me look up exploits,” Christopher says, poking at his phone.

“Wait, yeah,” Tommy says, twisting around. “Good call, kid.”

Buck settles back and snacks while Tommy and Christopher try to figure out how to exploit an AI-driven computer character, fail several times, and finally Tommy beats one. He jumps to his feet, fists in the air, and comes around the coffee table to shake Christopher’ shoulders (gently) while they roar in each other’s faces like animals.

He loves them both, but they’re two of the biggest nerds he’s ever met.

“That was so cool!” Christopher shouts as Tommy takes a few victory gulps of his tea.

“It was,” Buck agrees, because it had been incredibly entertaining to watch.

“Aw, babe,” Tommy says, kissing the top of his head. “Thanks for putting up with us.”

“Do you wanna play something else?” Christopher asks, and Buck and Tommy exchange a look. “What?”

“How do you feel about go karts?” Tommy asks, grinning. “Not Nintendo ones.”

Christopher looks between them, his eyes going wide behind his glasses. “Wait, for real?”

They pile into Buck’s Jeep, and Christopher hums happily from the backseat when they pull away from the house.

“I missed this car,” he says, and Buck’s heart warms.

“It probably missed you,” he says, glancing in the rear view mirror at Christopher’ smiling face. “I think pretty much everything in LA missed you, kid.”

Christopher rolls his eyes and shakes his head, but Buck doesn’t miss the smile that’s still on his face. Tommy’s hand covers his and squeezes, and Buck lifts it to his lips to kiss it and presses his cheek to the back of Tommy’s hand.

When he gets them safely to the go karting place, Tommy splits off from them to use the bathroom, and Buck hugs Christopher against his side while they scope out the track.

“I missed you, too,” Christopher says, and Buck bends down to kiss his hair. “Even though you and Tommy are all gross still. Dad said you’d mellow out by now, but I said you’d probably be like this even after you get married.”

Buck lets out a strangled laugh at that. “Married? Who said we’re getting married?”

Christopher looks at him like he’s lost his mind. “You guys are totally getting married one day. You’re, like, soulmates.”

He looks around to make sure Tommy isn’t sneaking up on them before leaning in and admitting: “Yeah, I’m pretty sure we are. Which also means that I get to ask you before I ask anyone else to be one of my groomsmen.”

He gets a considering look that makes Christopher look way too much like his father. “Do I get to go to the bachelor party?”

Buck barks out a laugh. “Not a chance, kid.”

Christopher groans. “Can you guys wait until I’m 18, then?”

“Dude, I’m not delaying my wedding so you can go to a bachelor party.” He squeezes Christopher’ shoulder and laughs when the kid sighs loudly and dramatically. “Don’t tell anyone, okay?”

“Promise,” Christopher says, raising his pinky. Buck’s breath catches, and he carefully hooks his pinky around Christopher’. “Can I bring a date?”

Buck’s laughing when Tommy comes up on his other side and asks if they’re ready to race.

“I call Christopher,” Tommy says quickly, and Buck lets out a squawk of outrage. “You snooze, you lose, Buckley.”

On the track, he catches sight of Tommy and Christopher more than once and can hear their shouts of joy even over the noise of the engines. He can’t even be mad when they beat him.

“What do I win?” Tommy asks, bouncing once on his toes. He's adorable, Buck wants to squeeze the life out of him.

“I can still hear you,” Christopher reminds them from where he’s texting Eddie. “Before you answer that.”

“You’ve been spending way too much time with your dad,” Buck mutters, but he gives Tommy a kiss. “There. But also, there’s no way you’re winning the next one, because Christopher is coming with me.”

He still loses, because Tommy’s Mario Kart skills apparently translate well to real karts.

“Okay, now what do I win?” Tommy asks smugly.

“A high-five,” Christopher says flatly, raising his hand.

Tommy slaps it. “I’ll take it. You guys want to go around the corner? There’s a good wing spot.”

“Hell yeah,” Buck says, looping an arm around his waist.

As they walk outside and around the corner, Buck leans over and kisses his cheek.

“I’ll give you your prize later,” he promises in a low voice so Christopher can’t hear from where he’s a couple paces ahead of them.

“Yeah?” Tommy murmurs back. “Wanna give me a hint?”

“Dude,” Christopher says.

“There’s no way you heard that!” Buck protests.

“I didn't need to.” He stops so they can catch up with him and shakes his head. “You guys are like the kids at school who make out between classes.”

Tommy scoffs. “I think we have a little more self-control than—”

“Don't lie around the kid, Tommy,” Buck says with a sigh, looping an arm around his boyfriend's waist and letting the other one fall across Christopher’ shoulders. “We’re supposed to set a good example.”

Tommy slips away to go a few steps ahead to get the door to the wing place. “Are we? Because I thought we were about to have a wing eating contest.”

“Yeah, good examples of how to dominate at wing eating contests.” Buck presses a quick kiss to his lips as he passes.

They grab a table as Tommy and Christopher negotiate the terms of the contest, and Buck sends a text to Eddie to let him know that they're feeding Christopher along with a photo of the three of them before Christopher heads into the bathroom.

“I think we're about to win as best babysitters,” Tommy decides, stretching his arms over his head. “I can feel it in my bones.”

Buck huffs out a laugh. “Like that was ever a question. We're definitely the best. Right?”

“We gotta be.”

When Christopher gets back from the bathroom, he looks between them like they’re crazy when they ask him.

“Yeah, duh,” he says, and Buck fistbumps his boyfriend. “Aren't you guys too old to care about stuff like that?”

“Yeah, totally,” Tommy lies.

“Yep,” Buck agrees, also lying through his teeth. “Way too old.”

[booliuu]

┊͙Proxies headcanons pt.1┊͙

ꪆৎ 𝙰/𝙽 : heeeey guys it’s liu!! it’s been awhile since i last posted ( …well i think?) 😣😣 i literally can’t remember anything . this isn’t requested but i’ve these headcanons stuck in my drafts for quite some time now and i figured i’ll post them now!!:DD🫶🏼possibly a part 2?

• my inbox is open for asks & requests!! if you like my content don’t forget to like , comment , & reblog❤️. enjoy reading!

Tim:

🚬. . he’s pushing though his late 30’s at best.

🚬. . 5’11

🚬. . a firm believer he’s a taurus.

🚬. . has native american roots.

🚬. . personality wise .. he’s a bit of a prick and an asshole just to give it to you straight . he will butt heads , he will command orders bc technically speaking he’s the leader , basically have a strict & rough exterior . but with the shit he’s been through i don’t blame him. it would be a while once he likes & trusts you….but you’ll know. very few ppl get that side of him.

🚬. . dog person!! wants a dog sooo bad he knows he can’t take care of it unless someone wants to take care it while he’s away from the cabin. he’s ( and everybody else tbh..) out sometimes days or more so he ain’t risking it.

🚬. . whenever he sees stray dogs in the woods doesn’t matter what kind of dog man… he’ll pet it . if he has food in hand will give some to em’.

🚬. . definitely has HUNDREDS of pairs of bottom up plaid shirts. in hangers. in one small closet. Not just red like he wears all the time in mh. owns at least yellow , blue , black plaid shirts . rarely ever uses them though lol.

🚬. . smokes like a chimney holy crap. especially whenever he’s uncomfortable or stressed , at least smoke half a packet .. just an excuse not to talk about it.

🚬. . smells like the woods, cigarettes, or cheap shampoo and conditioner. (like old spice, irish spring , ect…)

🚬. . likes his coffee plain black. no questions asked. won’t add any creamer or sugar. just likes it the way it is.

🚬. . he’s probably rlly good at cooking like will cook up some good old eggs, beacon and sausage if he feels like it.

🚬. . snores like SO LOUD OH MY GOODNESS. second would be toby. holy moly. god forbid if there in the same room or your stuck sitting in the same car as them , you ain’t getting a wink of shut eye :( .

🚬. . coughs , coughs, … COUGHS especially whenever he’s running. it’s impossible for him to stay quiet bc of his smoking habits . has to take a break for a bit , lean against a tree then start running again.

🚬. . i’ll die on this hill BUT IM SURE he does the old man groan whenever he’s bending down for too long. or putting a hand on his back and groan hell loud .

🚬. . old man eye squint whenever he reads. reading something on his phone and has put it reallyyy squint and put that phone away from his face. YKWIM😭😭??

🚬. . acts like he hates toby but in reality cares so much for him. just cant bring himself to say it to him bc he’s so stubborn. likes kate because she listens to him without complaining during missions . same with brian. and TOBY GETS SO M A D .

🚬. . dad BOD. C’MON YALL. and not to mention sideburns.

🚬. .listens to divorce dad music that he’s plays all the time in his car.

🚬. . his natural body temp is so WARM. he’s like a human heater.

🚬. . knows so much dad jokes it’s borderline concerning🥹🥹. but hey… at least it never fails to make someone smile or laugh though.

🚬. . has a mf’ing lighter collection because he keeps losing them . has stacks of cigarettes hidden somewhere around the room that he shares with brian.

🚬. . i just wanna get this out of the way but definitely the type to txt’s like a dad😭😭. you can’t tell me otherwise. i’m talking “👍.” , “ Ok.” “ 8:30 pm ETA.”

Brian:

💊. . same age as tim just a biiit🤏 older.

💊. . couple inches tall than tim and whenever ppl point out it out, it rails up tim so much.

💊. . HE has to be A LIBRA. DO YOU GUYS SEE MY VISION. PLS.

💊. . smells like gun powder , the woods ofc , cheap shampoo and conditioner, may i also add cheap cologne.

💊. . i have a feeling he grew up with A LOT of sisters in his family . so when he was born everybody was relieved lowkey lol but won’t say anything , just like a sigh of relief yk?

💊. . white af. idk what to tell you😭. you guys give me ideas .

💊. . txt’s ppl about the same as tim. worse though bc he tends to ignore them unless it’s the other proxies . doesn’t mean he’s dry af though.

💊. . owns so MANY hoodies. but just chooses to just wear the yellow one all the time.

💊. . has a tooth gap…! we can’t forget about that!

💊. . he’s a chill guy but prefers to stay quiet and listen kinda type. especially when he’s working .. yeeeah he ain’t speaking. just gets the job done and leaves.

💊. . knows how to fish. catches em’ and cooks em’. don’t ask why he just gives me the vibe yk?

💊. . aside from that, he can’t cook for shit so he makes tim do it. prefers tim’s cooking anyway-

💊. . has a guns & bullets collection of different kinds in his closet . and a couple of lighters laying around tim & his room. or whenever he’s out and tim forgets his, he got em.

💊. . has the PRETTIEST SMILES AND LAUGH TELL ME IM WRONG. also his laugh is pretty contagious lol. snorts and giggles. can get other ppl to laugh without even knowing what he’s talking about.

💊. . natural charmer ✨knows how to flirt without even trying and (or) thinking. knows how to twist ppl little brains and turn it into mush.

💊. . likes his coffee black as well.

💊. . quietest sleeper known to mankind. couple of times tim, toby or kate though he was dead.

💊. . like arms and hands at his sides and he’s just… y’know just laying there.

Tim: * getting really nervous bc brian isn’t moving nor making a single sound & decides to slap his arm to wake him up * “ you know you sleep like a dead soilder..?!!”

Brian: * jointing awake suddenly by tim* “huh?? “

Toby:

➯ in my au, tim, brian , toby and kate all stay in one cabin. it’s a bit crapped but they all make it work out at the end of the day.

➯ anyway…….*sighs dreamily * my boyyyy😫😫���💗💗💗!!! he’s BEEN rattling in my brain 24/7 but tbh who don’t think bout this cutie patooie all the time living rent free in my head wthhh. 😭😭😭🥹🥹 i can talk about this silly goober all day if i could bro. okok anyways -

🪓. . i wrote a few toby headcanons here b4 :]] ( 1# link & 2# link check em’ out!! ) ima add some more headcanons to the list. you can’t stop me >:DD!!!

🪓. . there’s 3 rooms total in the cabin and the last room is toby’s . the other rooms belongs to kate , tim & brain .

🪓. .plays his music from his playlist to “his” speakers that ofc he stolen. owns some video games and consoles such as a switch & ds . has a mini fridge hidden in his room bc he’s tired of ppl stealing his crap.

🪓. . bisexual. leeeans strooongly💪💪 towards women..!! personality over looks!! man does not care. but that doesn’t stop him from thinking men are handsome and cute!! if your asking me though, it’ll take awhile for him to date a guy let alone trust bc his lore .. his father yk?

🪓. . he likes hanging out on top of lamp posts at the side of the roads or chillin on the highest branch in the trees because those are the only places that are quiet for him and away from ppl.

🪓. . can’t decide if he’s dog or cat person. HE’S SUCH A HUGE ANIMAL LOVER AND WILL HONESTLY PET EVERY SINGLE ANIMAL IF HE COULD.

🪓. . he’s definitely the kinda person to order coffee that has MILLIONS of different creamer , syrups & toppings . can’t stand the bitter taste of coffee lol.

🪓. . speaking of coffee, since he’s around tim and brian all the time, he developed a burning hatred for black coffee😭. doesn’t understand why tim and brian love it so much.

🪓. . he rarely goes out in public places because he gets overwhelmed easily but in the rare occasions he does , can’t stand when men yell at women. like really detest it. has the urge to protect the them even though he doesn’t know the person. doesn’t do anything but just watches from afar. but that doesn’t stop of thinking violent thoughts what he wants to do to that guy.

➯ if it’s really brother him though , will perhaps pay the guy a quick visit.. if you catch my drift..🪓🪓.

🪓. . it brings him flashbacks of when his dad yells at his sister and mother.

🪓. . gets high because it calms down his tics. or whenever he’s feeling stressed, upset he’ll smoke.

🪓. . he remembers some what of his past. but it’s very very very little. remembers his mother and sister but it’s very distorted. remembers everything but there faces. when someone says his mothers and sister names he confused why he feels like he knows them but at the same time doesn’t . poor baby:(

🪓. . haunted by his bullies and his fathers voices tormenting him in his dreams. he’s confused by them and thinks the operator is playing tricks on him.

🪓. . he’s not a bad driver. like i said before he doesn’t remember his past. pretty much knows the rules of the road and practiced safe driving etiquette.

🪓. . since he’s older, his tics aren’t as bad. doesn’t mean they fully goes away. nope. doesn’t work like that. it’s a part of him and will always will be.

🪓. . the way i think it’s more like it has it’s moments.. you feel me chat? such as whenever he’s feeling anxious , angry or stressed. he slurs his words, talks faster or repeats the same words or sentences, muscle twitches … and so forth.

🪓. . can’t stand the smell or taste of alcohol but .. if someone gave him one , he will drink it just because he doesn’t want to be called out a wuss.

🪓. . oh my gosh when he txt’s he either doesn’t respond, forgets you send something, or SPAMS THE SHIT OUT OF YOUR PHONE accidentally breaking it 😭. adds millions of emojis . sends links to insta reels or tiktok’s that he thinks you’ll laugh at .

you: sending toby a tiktok* 10:45 pm *read 10:50 pm.

toby: *UUSSS!! * 6:30 am😭. toby oh my god

.. also toby: * sends you the most cryptic terrifying insta reel you ever seen* that’s you 😝😝😝🫵.

you: YOU PMOOOO‼️‼️🖕🖕🖕

🪓. . i can talk about this man forever. 🫶🏼

Kate:

➯ KATE MY BELOVED!!!! i love her so much💗. she so underrated plsss she needs more love and attention 😭😭😣 guys lemme talk about myyy girl rq.

🖤. . she’s the youngest out of the proxies. she around her late teens or early 20’s. she’s a cancer!! ( june 25th!!)

🖤. . tall af, she either standing at something between 5’10 or inching closer to 6’0.

🖤. . Korean!!! or has asian roots.

🖤. . definitely has her ears pierced and lips done .🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

🖤. . cooks the crew sometimes what she remembers eating before shit went down hill. and they love it every time.

🖤. . tea person! loves black or earl gray. she has a bit of a sweet tooth so she’ll add some honey, creamer & milk and syrups .^^

🖤. . owns really GOOD smelling shampoo and conditioner 😭😭. and to add with that, her hair is super long and grows out super fast so she’s constantly cutting it. its so uneven helppp

🖤. . she’s naturally very awkward and quiet. lowkey giving black cat energy.

🖤. . like brian she’s also the type of person to listen to you yap about anything than talk.

🖤. . txt’s like she doesn’t care. sooo nonchalant help 😭😭. perhaps worse than brian🤔🤔🤫. ONE WORD RESPONSE EACH TIME. WITHOUT OF DOUBT.

🖤. . closeted lesbian. doesn’t have time to date or fall in love because she’s busy with her “job” ifykyk. prob only work out if your a proxy as well. can’t risk anyone else getting hurt bc of her or the operator. she lost enough :( .

🖤. . this could just be me but ima just say back during her high school years she join her schools track and field club. and literally always get the best times. best runner at her school.

🖤. . dis GIRLLL… can run SO MANY laps and she never gets tired holy crap. runs faster than the other proxies , second would be toby lol. when they have free time, they consistently race each other around the woods and would make tim or brian set up a timer to see who gets the best time.

🖤. . i don’t CAARRE what anyone says but, her and toby have a sibling👏dynamic going on. so competitive with each other!! it’s very precious. they always lookout for each other during missions. even when there not working , they argue like siblings, say so nasty stuff to each other but at the end of the day they care about each other in there own way.

➯ this a bit off topic but yk how toby lost his sister at a young age. messed him up quite a bit because Lyra was the only person aside from his mom that was truly kind to him. after burning his neighborhood, he doesn’t really have anybody else. and was taken by slender right after that.

➯ kate one day casually said that toby reminds her of a sibling,toby was taken back and need a few seconds to relies that she’s being serious. he cried a bit when he heard that from her because he never thought he would ever be a good brother bc he wasn’t there for his sister at that time. :(

➯ long story short they hugged each other that day. sworn kate he will protect her knowing full well she can defend herself. he doesn’t want to repeat his trauma. will break him even more if he lost another sibling because of his actions.

🖤. . about the same as brian, she sleeps like she’s dead. creeps everyone the heck out.

🖤. . cat person!! has a pocket full of treats for the cats that she’s sees in a everyday basis. 🖤🖤

🖤. . if she’s not wearing her white hoodie and black jeans she’s going to pull up with some street wear aesthetic..!!!

🖤. . the white hoodie she wears all the time … yeah she forgets to wash it ☹️ all the time. same with her mask. forgets to clean it.

🖤. . some angst bc why not…misses Lauren so much. after she died, she kept her journal and rereads everything so she could never forget about her.

🖤. . visit her grave once in a while to give her flowers and just trying to remember memories of her.

🖤. . doesn’t like the operator at all. hates it. with every fiber in her being , hates that she now “works” for it now. i don’t blame her though, i mean her whole entire family was haunted & tormented by this thing for ages.

🖤. . ending this in a good note^^ , buuut every night her and toby without a doubt (sometimes tim and brian if there up for it ) have a game night.

🖤. . meaning getting to play with toby’s consoles while there both sitting on the couch and focus very intently at the t.v in the living room. playing until god knows how long.

🖤. . screaming yelling and cursing each other in there own languages.

🖤. . playing board games or cards like uno while sitting together on dinner table and secretly everyone is plotting to piss off toby and works every single time.

ꪆৎ 𝙰/𝙽 : i hope you like these headcanons 😭😭 im sorry it’s SOOO long i literally i didn’t see that coming until i posted it . i’ll try to be consistent with posting but no promises >< bc tbh i only post if i have the energy too or literally the brain rot is that bad. anywaysss liu out!

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[bellaxgiornata]

You Are My Sunshine [5]

Pairing: Jax Teller x Fem!Reader Word count: 5.4k [Series Masterlist] [Jax Teller Masterlist]

Warnings/tags: 18+; sunshine!Reader/grumpy!Jax (somewhat), fluff, angst, friends to lovers, eventual smut, canon divergent, canon typical violence (more tags to possibly come)

a/n: Lots of Jax and Reader interacting in this update, which is quite lengthy in itself. Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

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Closing down the shop tonight felt far more like a chore than usual. Today had been a long, busy day at Honest Coffee since you’d decided to run a special event this afternoon–half off drinks for a few hours during the time when most people in Charming usually finished work for the day. You’d called it Happy Hour, and it had led to a rush of revolving customers all late afternoon until almost closing time. 

Now you were exhausted closing things up by yourself. Miguel, the barista who you had on the schedule to close with you tonight, had an exam early in the morning tomorrow. Knowing how incredibly nervous he’d been about the upcoming test with how he’d been talking about it his entire shift after school, you’d rushed him out the door for some last minute studying instead of letting him deal with the cleanup. You figured you could handle the aftermath of the day by yourself. But as you swept the floors and wiped down the counters and tables tonight, even you were aware that you’d worked with far less enthusiasm than normal. 

Attempting to finish cleaning in a rush, all you wanted was to get done for the evening so you could settle down on your couch at home with some leftover pasta and one of your shows. But before that could even happen, you still had to walk all the way home first. Because on the nice evenings that you closed your shop, you usually walked home since you didn’t live too far from downtown Charming. Though, admittedly tonight you weren’t exactly looking forward to the added exercise that was just another delay before you could sit down and finally relax. 

It wasn’t until twenty minutes after you’d closed the shop that you were finally turning off the lights before making your way to the door. With your purse slung over your shoulder, you pushed the door open and stepped out into the warm evening air. The sun was beginning to sink closer to the horizon, the sky a wash of pretty pinks and oranges. Taking a moment as you stepped onto the sidewalk, you unzipped your purse as you turned back towards the door, digging through your bag’s contents. You searched for the shop keys before pulling them out, but you’d barely just gotten the key into the lock of the door when a voice nearby startled you so bad you nearly jumped out of your skin.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?”

Head whipping to the side, you were surprised to see Jax sitting at one of the outdoor tables in front of your coffee shop. There was a lit cigarette in his hand, a trail of smoke drifting upwards from it as his blue eyes fixed on you. You noticed the way his mouth curved faintly upwards at how you’d frightened at the sound of his voice before his expression quickly shifted back into something serious. 

Clearing your throat, your attention returned to locking the door in front of you. You twisted the key as your racing heart steadily began to slow back to its normal rhythm after that scare, questions already starting to arise in your mind about why he was sitting out here. It was obvious he’d been there for a bit waiting on you, but you weren’t entirely sure about the reason as to why he’d been sitting here waiting for you.

“Sorry,” he muttered. “Didn’t mean to scare you. Figured you saw me sitting here and were just ignoring me.”

“I didn’t notice you, actually,” you answered distractedly as you focused on locking up. “Was in a hurry to close the shop for the night. Been a long day.”

Pulling the key from the door, you slipped it back into your purse before turning around and focusing on Jax where he sat at the table. The cigarette was in his mouth now as he took a drag, your eyes briefly focusing on the way his lips pursed around it. He took a deep inhale before removing the cigarette from between his lips, turning his head and blowing the cloud of smoke away from you. As Jax sat further back in the metal chair, he stretched his legs out in front of himself on the sidewalk as if he was making himself comfortable, though he looked the furthest thing from it as he sat there.

“I was wrong,”  he said after a moment.

His eyes remained fixed on the cigarette between his fingers as he knocked some of the ash from the tip. Eyebrows raising marginally at his comment, you wondered if an actual apology was coming next or if that was going to be the extent of it. Honestly, you weren’t sure if you’d even expected him to actually say anything about the way he’d treated you the other night, so the fact that he’d shown up here of his own volition was a bit of a surprise in itself. 

“Those things I said the other night,” Jax continued after another brief silence, his eyes still intentionally avoiding you as he spoke, “they were shitty. I admit that. I don’t really know you and you’d done nothing to deserve me speaking to you like that. I just…”

He trailed off, his eyes still on the cigarette pinched between his fingers before he pulled it back to his lips for another deep drag. You watched him as the golden glow of the setting sun behind him swathed him in a soft warm light. It was an odd contrast to that distant, pained look lingering in his eyes as he kept avoiding the sight of you. 

“You just what?” you prompted gently.

As if the sound of your voice had broken through whatever thoughts were running through his mind, he withdrew the cigarette from between his lips before expelling the smoke. His head turned towards you, his eyes finally meeting yours again. For some reason you felt a little transfixed by them this time with how intently he was holding your gaze captive.

“I was pissed off that night about a lot of shit, none of it having to do with you,” he continued. “And I saw you in your shop looking all happy, like nothing could ever be wrong in the world, and it just, I don’t know–” he shook his head, an agitated expression crossing his features before it vanished, “–it pissed me off more. And for some reason I just wanted to knock the smile off your face. Wanted you to stop being so goddamned cheerful for once.”

Nodding slowly at his explanation, you crossed your arms over your chest as you eyed him. “And did that make you feel any better?” you asked, genuinely curious. “Upsetting me? Trying to bring me down to whatever you were feeling?”

Jax sighed deeply, almost visibly deflating in the chair as he drew the cigarette up to his lips for a final drag. Afterwards, he tossed it to the ground and stamped it out with his shoe. A steady stream of smoke blew out from between his lips as he stared at the butt on the pavement, a crease between his brows.

“No,” he finally admitted. “No it didn’t. If anything I felt like a massive piece of shit afterwards.”

He looked over at where you still stood just in front of your shop’s front door, noticing the way your arms were still crossed over your chest. His bottom lip rolled back between his teeth in silent contemplation as he just looked at you, his eyes studying your face carefully.

“I’m sorry for that, too,” he finally said. “You didn’t deserve me coming into your place and being a bastard. I know that, alright? But I warned you that I’m not a good man. I’m not nice. Certainly not the kinda guy you should be sending free coffees to, especially after I just insulted you.”

“You’re apologizing though, aren’t you?” you pointed out, uncrossing your arms before taking a hesitant step closer to the table he was seated at. “You felt guilty for what you’d said. You just admitted that being hurtful hadn’t brought you joy.”

Jax’s eyes narrowed back at you. It was obvious that now he was really studying you. Taking a few more cautious steps forwards, as if you were approaching a wild animal that might pounce instead of a man who looked worn down, you crossed the distance towards the table. Slowly, you reached a hand out and grabbed the back of the other metal chair before pulling it out, all the while aware of how he was watching your every move carefully.

“What’re you trying to get at?” he finally asked.

Lowering yourself into the chair, you focused solely on him and the way he was examining you. There was something guarded in his expression as he waited for your response, like he was trying to hide part of himself from you. 

“I’m getting at the fact that if you really were that awful of a person, you wouldn’t have felt bad for saying those things to me,” you answered, getting comfortable in the chair. “There’d have been no guilt, no regret, and certainly no apology.”

Jax scoffed, rolling his eyes a little. “Apologizing doesn’t suddenly make me a good man somehow, sunshine,” he replied. “It doesn’t just erase shit.”

There was a brief moment before you responded, noticing how he'd taken to calling you that nickname again so easily. Except without the malicious intonation that he’d used last time. It almost sounded affectionate.

“Well, taking your anger out on someone doesn’t make you a bad man, either,” you countered. “It’s not nice and it’s certainly not acceptable, but show me a person who hasn’t done that a handful of times in their life.”

A small, almost surprised laugh fell out of Jax in response. When he looked across the table at you, there was a look of disbelief etched on his face now. He shook his head, a slight crease between his brows as his blue eyes raked over you for a minute.

“I’m not saying what I did the other night alone makes me a bad man, sunshine,” he told you. “I’ve done far worse things than just saying mean shit to someone. You realize that, don’t you?”

“I do,” you answered. “But considering you’re able to apologize for something like insulting me–to feel bad about it–means you’re not quite the bad guy you make yourself out to be.”

“What?” he asked, his brows furrowing even tighter together at that. “What the hell are you even getting at with that line of thinking?”

A soft huff fell out of you as you relaxed back in the chair, a small smile finally making its way onto your face. He clearly needed it pointed straight out for him because apparently the view he had of himself was just that bleak. He wasn’t getting the point.

“You’re capable of guilt,” you explained. “Remorse. Which are good things that help guide a person to live with at least some semblance of morals. And besides that, you’re taking responsibility for your actions by coming here to apologize to me. If you were truly a horrendous individual, you’d have lashed out and felt nothing about it and never apologized.”

“So what?” he asked, confusion still written all over the way he was looking at you. “That makes me suddenly a good guy in your book? Is that what you’re saying?”

Biting your lip to fight back the growing smile on your face, you shook your head slowly back at him. What was it with everyone assuming a person was one thing or another all the time? That people were just so black and white?

“No,” you began slowly, “I’m saying that makes you human.”

Somehow, he only grew further confused at that. His head tilted slowly to the side as he eyed you skeptically for a long moment, a growing silence dragging out between the two of you. Then gradually, he leaned forward in his chair and rested both of his arms on top of the metal table, his hands clasped together as if you had his full attention. The sun behind him was sinking even lower now, the sky growing a dark orange and purple. 

“What’s that mean, sunshine?” he asked curiously. 

“It means,” you began, leaning forward in your chair, mirroring his posture as you rested your arms on the table across from him, “that you’re human. Capable of doing both good and bad equally. In my book, you can’t lump someone into one category. It’s not like a–” you paused, gesturing a hand in front of yourself as you tried to find the words you were looking for, “–a tally system or something. Good deeds don’t cancel out bad ones, and bad ones don’t just automatically make you a bad person. People are far too damn complex for that. There’s too many nuances and things to understand and consider.”

Jax’s brows pulled together on his forehead once more as you spoke, a deep crease forming between them as his eyes narrowed at you. It was as if he was hanging off of every word you were saying, sincerely interested in your point of view as he took in your explanation.

“I've never met anyone before who thought like that,” he admitted after a moment. “It’s always been black or white. Good or bad. Straightforward. And I'm always seen as the bad guy.” He paused, giving you a long, hard look before he spoke seriously. “Which I am.”

You breathed out an amused scoff, shaking your head. “I don’t think anything in life is necessarily that straightforward, Jax, let alone the idea of whether someone is morally good or bad.”

His lips pressed into a thin line as he considered that. After a moment, he gestured his chin at you. “Fine, so how do you gauge who’s good or not then? How can you tell for yourself, sunshine?”

Shrugging a shoulder, you answered simply, “By getting to the heart of a person.”

One corner of his lips curved upwards into a small grin instantly, a light flickering behind his eyes at your answer. Almost as if he was amused despite the slight bit of intrigue at the idea.

“Sunshine, there’s no way in hell you can get to the heart of every person you meet,” he pointed out. “Let alone even a handful of people.”

With another smile spreading across your face, you playfully pointed a finger at him from across the little table. “Exactly,” you replied. “That’s my point. We never truly know people, therefore it’s not fair to lump them into a category and make assumptions. Because you have no idea why people do what they do, or how they feel about the actions they take, whether they're being eaten alive by the things they've done or not. And I think the guilt a person carries says more about them than most people think.” 

Something hard to decipher flickered behind his blue eyes as he listened to you, one of his hands running over the blonde hairs of his scruff. Another pregnant pause filled the air between you both, the street lights coming to life as the sun sunk down almost out of view now.

“You really aren't putting on a front as a friendly barista, are you?” he questioned back.

A soft laugh passed between your lips at the mistake he kept making before you once more corrected him. “I’m the coffee shop owner, Jax. I’m not a barista. I just like slinging coffee sometimes, too.” A genuine warm and friendly smile spread across your mouth next as you realized that he finally wasn't questioning you quite so much now. “And no, I'm not. This really is who I am.”

Jax continued quietly observing you, his eyes scrutinizing you closely. “So you view…everyone like they're just good then?” he asked skeptically. “That's how it works for you?”

Shrugging a shoulder lightly at the question, you didn't know how to necessarily answer that. “I mean, there are things that I personally have a difficult time reconciling with. Things that make it difficult for me to see the good sometimes. I’m only human myself,” you answered carefully. “But–”

Jax immediately perked up at that, his head cocking curiously to the side as one of his blonde brows arched back at you. “So absolute no's do exist with you?” he asked, cutting you off. “Enlighten me on that, darlin’.”

You hesitated for a moment at how he’d interpreted your explanation before carefully trying to answer him. “Well, I mean, I don’t know if I'd call it that exactly. That's sort of where the gray area comes into play, right?” you told him. “Because there are things that feel completely unforgivable, but how can you know someone isn't capable of change? That someone can't feel remorse and be reformed?” At the look on his face, you quickly added on, “I'm not saying I’m naive enough to think that's true of everyone, I'm just saying, you never know with a person. Which is where the weight of someone's guilt factors in and why I say the only way you can know is to know someone’s heart.”

Jax’s fingers slowly ran across his mouth as he studied you across the table from him, clearly considering what you’d just told him. You could see a question beginning to form in his eyes, like it was sitting there right on the tip of his tongue, and you were just waiting for him to finally say what he was thinking. 

“Okay, so let's say hypothetically that my club was more like a gang and less of a club,” Jax began slowly. His blue eyes intensely studied you from across the small table, as if your response to this question was going to tell him something he deemed important. “Would I hypothetically fall on your absolute no's? Assuming I did things you'd expect a gang to do–things of the unforgivable nature–am I one of those people you'd have a hard time ‘reconciling’ with?”

That had taken you entirely off guard. Wordlessly you sat there across from him, seriously pondering the question he’d posed you. It wasn't exactly an easy one to answer because you knew as well as anyone in Charming that the motorcycle club was in fact a criminal organization and not actually a group of motorcycle enthusiasts, even if you didn't know the full extent of what all they did. But at the same time, you'd lived in Charming long enough to also know that Jax’s father had been the one to start the whole thing and that Jax had grown up entrenched in that life since birth. He'd known that life to be normal. 

And yet here he was, showing up at your coffee shop to apologize for being mean and callous a few nights ago. Showing that he reflected on his actions, thought about how they affected others. Probably also had some things eating away at him internally judging by that dark glimmer often hiding in his eyes. 

So how did you judge someone for circumstances beyond their control? Jax couldn't help that he was born into the family that he was just as much as he couldn't be blamed for the way he was raised. And sure, you could argue that he was a man capable of making his own choices now, but considering how he was shaped and how his own moral compass was forged, it wasn’t realistic for someone to just know any different than what they always had. He was a product of his upbringing, but that also didn't mean he wasn't capable of change–if that's what he wanted. But you also had no idea what he wanted because you barely knew him.

So could you so easily conclude that he was someone you’d find unforgivable? Someone incapable of reformation and beyond redemption? No, not really. You hadn't seen enough of what was in his heart to make you think he was truly some evil villain.

Eventually, you slowly shook your head at the question. Jax's eyes widened marginally at that, as if he was surprised that was your response. 

“No, because I don't really know enough about you as a person to make that call,” you answered. “You've done illegal things–hypothetically–but I've seen your club do charity work, too. Help the community. I think you all care about this town more than it realizes. In my mind, there's just not enough for me to form an opinion on what’s in your heart, so to speak.”

Jax quietly sat there, his arms still resting on the table as one hand continued running over his mouth in thought, the tips of his fingers passing absently back and forth along his bottom lip. Your attention dropped to his rings, curiously wondering if there was any meaning behind them. He'd always had them on whenever you'd seen him and there were quite a few of them. 

“So you're saying,” Jax began slowly, his voice drawing your attention back to his eyes, “that you'd need to see more?”

Shrugging a shoulder, you nodded at the question. “Yeah, I'd say that's a fair assumption.”

He hesitated, his eyes narrowing marginally at you before he continued. “Do you want to see more?” 

Yet again Jax had thrown out another question you hadn’t exactly expected. Surprise briefly flickered over your features as that question sat between the two of you. Was he…offering to let you get just a bit closer to him? 

“What do you mean?” you asked cautiously.

He huffed out a laugh at you, that darkness in his eyes lightening a little as the smallest smile crossed his lips. “I'm asking if you genuinely don't mind me coming to your shop, sunshine. Especially after I was a massive prick to you. Do you actually not mind seeing more of me?”

“As long as you refrain from using me as a verbal punching bag,” you began, a smile once more forming on your face as you began to understand his question, “then no, I don't mind seeing you here. I told you the first time you stopped in Honest Coffee that you were welcome here just as much as anyone else and I meant it.”

The small smile on his lips grew into a wider grin, a warmth reaching his eyes that you hadn't seen there before. For a moment, you found yourself unable to do anything else besides sit there admiring the sight of him smiling back at you. He looked completely different than all those other times you’d seen him when he was tense and scowling across the street. The deep creases and frown lines had completely smoothed out on his face, and there was a light in his eyes that made them look somehow even more blue. He looked handsome in a way that had your heart beating just a bit faster when he looked like that.

“I'll keep that in mind,” he replied, pushing the metal chair back and rising to his feet. “But I won't keep you any longer darlin’. I just wanted to apologize for being an asshole the other night. I really am sorry.”

Pushing your own chair back, you rose to your feet as well. The day's exhaustion once more hit you, the aches in your body returning. The prospect of walking home in the warm summer night now that it was even later seemed daunting after the day you’d had, but you didn’t have a choice. 

“I appreciate the apology, Jax,” you told him, sending him a tired smile. “You're forgiven, by the way. Especially after taking the time to understand me better instead of continuing to blindly judge me.”

He laughed lightly, taking a couple of steps backwards towards the street, his eyes still on you. “Could say the same about you. You're definitely unique, sunshine,” he told you with a grin. “Don't think many like you exist.”

Hands wrapping around the straps of your purse, you took a few steps backwards down the sidewalk yourself. “Probably not,” you agreed. “You have a good night though, Jax.”

Turning around, you focused your attention on the sidewalk as you started to make your way down it in the direction of your street. It was about a fifteen minute walk, but after being on your feet so much today, you winced at how uncomfortable each step already felt. But you hadn't gone more than a handful of steps before Jax was calling out behind you.

“You're not walking home, are you?” 

Looking over your shoulder at him behind you, you stopped in place on the sidewalk. He was already walking back over towards you, something like concern written on his features. 

“I usually do when it's nice out,” you replied, turning around to face him.

Jax finished crossing the remaining distance between you, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans. That look of concern remained when he came to a stop a few feet away. 

“It's late, sweetheart,” he pointed out. “And dark. You probably shouldn’t be walking home by yourself. It’s not necessarily safe and all.”

Waving him off with a dismissive hand, you shook your head. “It's fine. I don't live far and it's not like I haven't walked through Charming alone at night before.”

“You’re too damn trusting of everyone for me to feel comfortable with that,” he teased. He paused for a second before he gestured his head behind him at the clubhouse across the street. “Let me give you a ride home. I'll feel better knowing nothing happened to you because I kept you so late.”

Eyes shifting to where he'd gestured, you spotted the ever present line of bikes in the lot. Something unexplainable fluttered in your stomach, but whatever it was wasn't exactly an unpleasant sensation. 

“You…want to drive me home on your bike?” you questioned carefully, attention returning to him.

“If that's not a problem, yeah,” he told you. “Strictly just to make sure you get home safe, sunshine. No ulterior motives despite the things I'm sure you've heard about me, I promise.”

Chewing your bottom lip in thought, you mulled his offer over. You really didn't want to walk all the way home tonight after the day you’d had, and it wasn't like he couldn't find out where you lived if he wanted to in order to do something shady. Considering the power the Sons wielded in Charming, you knew he could easily find your address if he wanted to–though you didn’t remotely get a feeling of being unsafe around him. So was there really any harm if he gave you a ride? It wasn't that far of a drive anyway.

“Okay,” you accepted after a brief deliberation. “I suppose I wouldn't mind not walking tonight, it's been a long day.”

A little grin slipped onto his lips before he gestured his head back towards the clubhouse. “Then c'mon, sunshine. Let me take you home.”

As you began to cross the street, Jax fell in step beside you. His hands were still in his pockets, that small grin on his lips as he walked. But you were focused on the clubhouse, faint music and laughter coming from inside. Were they already partying again? It was still fairly early, though you supposed that probably meant nothing to them. 

“My bike is over here,” he told you.

Letting him walk ahead of you, you followed after him through the lot. As he walked, your eyes drifted to the reaper patch on the back of his kutte, never having really examined it this closely before. You'd been curiously inspecting the scythe it was holding when a voice across the lot drew both yours and Jax’s attention.

“I was looking for you, Jax!”

Turning towards the voice, you spotted a petite blonde in short shorts and a cropped top making her way over towards him. She only noticed you long enough to send a sharp, piercing glare in your direction before her attention returned to Jax as she threw him sad, puppy dog eyes. Your brow arched curiously at her quick dismissal of you and the way she was interacting with him.

In front of you, Jax tensed at the sight of her before a deep, tired sigh fell out of him. “What is it, Ima?” he asked.

She continued closing the distance between them, her focus solely on Jax. Something about her seemed to give you pause, but you quietly stayed back and just watched the interaction. You had no idea who she was to him.

“I was hoping for a ride home,” she told him, stopping to talk to him at a fairly intimate distance. “I was having trouble with my car and I brought it in a bit ago, but no one had time to work on it today. And now I need a way to get home.”

You watched as she batted her eyelashes at him, flashing him a bit of a pout. Jax almost appeared annoyed in response as his shoulders tensed further, which was interesting considering how much of a show she was putting on and how familiar she seemed with him.

“Ima, the shop closed over an hour ago,” Jax pointed out. “You could have gotten a ride from any one of the guys in that time. You didn’t need to wait for me.”

“Well,” she continued, her tone dropping into something suggestive as she stepped towards him, raising a hand and resting it against his chest, “I was hoping we could…spend a bit of time together afterwards. You know, as a thank you for helping me out?”

At this point, you weren't sure if you should have just turned around or not. This was beginning to feel too personal, making you uncomfortable to be standing here listening to their conversation. But before you could even turn back around, Jax’s hand reached up and encircled her wrist before removing it from himself. 

“Find another ride home tonight, Ima,” he replied firmly. “It ain't gonna be me.” 

Jax focused back on you, raising his hand and waving you over with a faint smile. Ima finally returned her attention to you, a bitter glare on her face when she realized why she was being turned down. 

“C'mon, sunshine,” Jax said. “Let's get you home before it gets any damn later.”

You saw Ima beside him silently mouth the nickname ‘sunshine’ with a look of sheer contempt on her face. Not really sure what to do in this situation, you just followed after Jax when he waved you over again. When you neared Jax’s bike and he handed you the second helmet, you heard Ima let out something like a frustrated huff before she stalked off towards the clubhouse.

“Ignore her,” Jax told you as he put his own helmet on. “She's always bitching and whining about something.”

Pulling the helmet he had given you on, you eyed him curiously. “Girlfriend of yours?” you asked.

He laughed at that, a loud, hearty noise that drew a smile on your face. Not because of what he’d said, but because, like you’d noticed when he'd smiled at you a bit ago, he looked really good when that darkness behind his eyes dissipated.

“Hell no, darlin’,” he told you, still chuckling at the thought. “I don't do relationships, and if I did, that crazy ass broad would not be the one I'd pick.”

“Probably not the nicest way to talk about someone,” you gently pointed out. “But alright. Not a girlfriend then.”

He shook his head at you, still smiling as his gaze lingered on you for a long moment. Then he turned back towards his bike, swinging his leg over it before looking back at you.

“Hop on, sunshine,” he ordered, one hand patting the space behind him. 

Making your way over to the back of the bike, you ignored how awkward it was going to be holding onto him–a man you hardly knew–before you climbed onto the seat behind him. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you also chose to ignore the strange flutter of something in your stomach as you pressed yourself to his back. 

Jax turned the bike on once you'd settled behind him, the noise even louder than when you always heard them from inside your shop. Glancing over his shoulder at you, Jax sent you a cheeky grin that had your heart stuttering unexpectedly. 

“Hang on tight, sunshine,” he teased. “Wanna make sure I get you home nice and safe.”

[sippy--sippy]

wedding date (miya atsumu x reader) - summary: you meet atsumu at your friend's wedding and steamy shenanigans ensue CW: smut, car sex word count: 9,774 A/N: if you know me in real life do not read this oh my goooooooood i can't have people knowing i write smut. ya’ll this is almost 10k words LOL this holds the record for the longest one-shot i’ve ever written. this idea came to me because i went to like 5 weddings last year and none of them were my own so i'm getting desperate. enjoyyyyy! !! MINORS DNI !! also, reader is written as AFAB and wears a dress

One would think you’d be more excited to see the cumulation of hours and hours of hard work come to a head once your best friend’s wedding came around. Working closely with the bride-to-be (Kumi) and the maid of honor (her sister), it took months to plan your best friend’s perfect fairytale wedding. Tiring, grueling nights of research, long phone calls, nonrefundable deposits and arguing had finally paid off.

Kumi had found the most beautiful countryside venue for her ceremony. The venue was surrounded by lush forest, spattered with cherry blossom trees that were thankfully in bloom at this time in April, giving the area an ethereal feeling. Rows of white chairs lined the grass, an aisle nestled between the rows that was dusted with white rose petals and cherry blossoms, leading to an elaborate archway decorated with drapes of tulle, ribbons and flowers.

Wedding guests were already in their seats, talking reverently amongst themselves as they awaited the wedding processional, soft romantic music filling the background. You couldn't have asked for better weather either. It was a sunny, clear skied day and since it was April, it wasn’t stiflingly hot.

So why weren’t you giddy with happiness? 

Because you were nervous. 

You wanted this to be the most perfect day for your friend, one that she’ll cherish forever. What if something went horribly wrong? What if someone in the procession tripped? What if the caterers for the luncheon give everyone food poisoning? What if someone breaks their ankle on the dancefloor?

A million possibilities ran through your mind of what could possibly go wrong during the next couple hours but the procession was actually the part you were most worried about. Usually, there would be some sort of practice rehearsal the day before to make sure everyone knew what order to walk out in, how to timely do so, and to make sure everyone knew where to stand. Unfortunately, a rehearsal wasn’t done due to half of the procession still traveling from Tokyo the day before and not making it into town until late that night so no one was able to practice.

Behind a remodeled rustic barn that served as the inside portion of the venue and out of sight from all the guests, everyone was scrambling to get in the proper order to walk out. The officiant was going to walk out first so he could take his spot under the archway. Next in line was the groom who, besides the utter chaos around him, looked as cool as a cucumber.

Due to living a pretty large distance away from each other, you didn’t have the chance to get to know Kumi’s boyfriend, fiance and now almost-husband very well. From what you have learned though, was that Kita Shinsuke was the calmest, sweetest and most brutally honest person you had ever had the chance of meeting. While you were almost scared to talk to him at times, you could see how your friend had fallen head over heels for him. He was so gentle and soft spoken, especially to her. She was going to have the most peaceful life with him.

He looked very sharp with his tailored light grey 3-piece suit and his dainty baby pink bowtie. His hair wasn’t styled much different than what it usually looked like. If anything it looked just the slightest bit wind-swept with the small breeze that blew through the air. How he managed to look so nonchalant at a pivotal moment of his life like this, you had no clue. 

Following him was Kita’s grandma and Kumi’s mother who were going to walk down the aisle together, both dressed in cream dresses. At the tail end of the party, Kita’s little nephew and Kumi’s niece acted as the ring bearer and flower girl. Behind them, hidden from Kita’s view just inside the barn, Kumi was waiting to emerge with her older brother who was going to walk her down the aisle, as her father had passed away years ago.

Sandwiched right in the middle of the party were the groomsmen and bridesmaids which is where the real issue lay. Since no one was able to practice the procession, none of you knew who you were supposed to be walking down the aisle with and it didn’t help that Kita had asked practically his entire high school volleyball team to be his groomsmen. Luckily, your friend had picked just as many bridesmaids so there were even numbers but there were 10 different couples. 20 bridesmaids and groomsmen in total. Which was absolute lunacy in your personal opinion. 

The maid of honor was whisper-shouting the names of each couple that were supposed to walk down the aisle together. She was paired with Kita’s best man, a tall dark-skinned man named Aran Ojiro. As she went down the list, each bridesmaid and groomsman scrambled to find each other and get in the procession line. She called a couple names before she finally called yours. 

“(L/n) (Y/n) and Miya Atsumu.”

You were briefly surprised when she called your partner’s name because she had already called another Miya to partner up with a different bridesmaid. He was tall and handsome, dark brown hair swooped to the right, looking casual but put together at the same time. Were the two related? You didn’t have to think for long as a warm body sidled up to you.

Definitely twins, was your first thought. They looked eerily similar, especially since they were wearing the same outfit. All of the groomsmen wore a white button down shirt with a light gray suit vest and slacks, all tied together with a baby pink tie. This twin however, had blonde hair that was styled to gently swoop to the left and he seemed to be slightly broader than his brother.

Extremely handsome, nonetheless. Almost unnervingly so. 

He looked down at you with a casual smile and flashed a perfect set of pearly white teeth. “Are you (L/n) (Y/n)?”

You suddenly felt very self conscious about the way you looked. How were you supposed to walk down the aisle on the arm of a man that looked like- well- that? The pink dress you wore to match all of the other bridesmaids felt too hot and restricted. You were suddenly worried you were going to sweat through your dress. Did your hair look alright? Was your makeup smeared?

Realizing you had just been staring at him, all you managed to squeak out was a pathetic “Yes”.

He probably noticed your raging blush underneath the heavy layer of makeup covering your cheeks but he didn’t say anything about it, instead choosing to lead you over to the procession line to stand behind his twin and the bridesmaid he was linking arms with. 

Atsumu held out his ridiculously strong looking arm to you and you hesitantly looped your hand into the crook of his elbow. You could feel the bulge of his bicep beneath his shirt and you felt yourself getting woozy. You couldn’t tell if it was because of the sudden temperature spike, how painstakingly gorgeous the man who stood next to you was, the nerves or a combination of all of it.

You didn’t realize that you were shaking until Atsumu dipped his head down to look at you in concern. “Are y’ alright? Yer tremblin’.”

He had the same Kansai accent that Kita had. You couldn’t deny that it fit him beautifully. You nodded and gave him a tight lipped smile. “Yeah, I’m alright. Just nervous I guess.”

Atsumu huffed in amusement and nudged your ribs with the elbow you held onto. “What for? Yer not the one gettin’ married.”

With the hand that wasn’t holding onto his elbow, the hand that held a small bouquet of pale pink and white flowers, you very delicately tapped his chest in retort. You couldn’t smack him as hard as you wanted to, in lieu of destroying the fragile bouquet. “I know that! I just- I don’t know. I want this to go as smoothly as possible. Kumi and Kita deserve the most perfect wedding and what if I trip over these stupid heels walking down the aisle or something.”

You shifted on your feet to prove your point, your heeled feet squishing into soft grass you stood on. Atsumu looked down to watch you squirm in place, then surprised you by lifting his free hand up to pat your hand that rested on his arm.

“I’ll catch you if y’ fall. Or fall with you, so yer not as embarrassed if yer really that worried ‘bout it. We can humiliate ourselves together..”

You looked up at him with a raised brow. He’d do that for you? You couldn’t deny it made your heart race that this attractive man that you’d met not two minutes ago would go to such lengths to calm your nerves, even if that meant embarrassing himself. You gave him a genuine smile this time, squeezing the soft muscle of his arm.

“Thank you for the offer, that’s very sweet of you. Let’s just both agree to not fall for the next 20 minutes and save our humiliating moves for the dancing later tonight.”

Atsumu smiled at that idea and straightened up. “Save me a dance?”

Butterflies exploded in your stomach and suddenly you weren’t so worried about the ceremony anymore, instead looking forward to the night to come. “Absolutely.”

A venue employee motioned for the start of the processional to begin and the officiator made his way out from behind the barn to start down the aisle, followed a handful of slow seconds later by Kita who’d take his place next to him. Kita’s grandma and Kumi’s mom followed after and then next were the bridesmaids and groomsmen. Atsumu and yourself were 6th in line so it took a while before it was your turn. Once Atsumu’s twin made his way out, a couple of seconds passed before the two of you started your walk.

Instead of keeping his free hand down by his side like all the groomsmen before you had, Atsumu kept his free hand resting over yours that sat nestled in his arm. You realized he was doing it to help keep you steady if you needed it. If your legs weren’t wobbly before, they certainly were now.

The slow walk down the aisle felt ages long but probably took about 30 seconds tops. It was terrifying having all the attendees watching you walk down the aisle but you kept your cool and kept a soft smile on your face. You couldn’t see it, but Atsumu was cheesing the whole time. He loved weddings, especially when he got to walk down the aisle with a pretty bridesmaid.

Once the both of you reached the end of the aisle, Atsumu gently let go of your hand and you hesitantly let go of his arm to join the line of bridesmaids. You couldn’t help but look at him before you parted. Everyone was focused on the couples behind you anyway so no one was paying attention to you two at the moment. Atsumu gave you a sly smile and a wink before turning to take his place in the line, not before giving a nod to Kita who gave him a rare gentle smile.

The rest of the ceremony went swimmingly. Kumi looked so beautiful walking down the aisle with her brother. The ever stoic Kita had tears in his eyes the second she came into view, and his voice even wobbled as they exchanged vows. You were embarrassed to admit that half the time the officiator was talking, you weren’t watching the happy couple, instead focusing on the line of groomsmen behind Kita. 

Atsumu had a sort of magnetism to him you couldn’t deny. He seemed to be having the same problem as you because you made eye contact on multiple occasions and his smile broadened each time. The ceremony flew by and Kita and Kumi officially became husband and wife with a sweet kiss, prompting cheers from all the attendees.

The newlyweds made their way back up the aisle, smiling and holding hands while being showered in white flower petals. The bridesmaids and groomsmen then linked back up with their assigned partners to follow them once they were through. While most linked arms again, Atsumu surprised you by interlocking your fingers and tugging you down the aisle with him in giddy happiness. His energy was contagious and you were laughing right along with him through the white petals.

Once the exciting energy of the ceremony wound down, it was time for pictures which took an awful long time. There were a large variety of shots. Large family pictures, pictures of just parents/grandparents, Kumi and all the bridesmaids, the groomsmen tossing a rather hesitant Kita into the air, etc. There was only one picture where you were placed next to Atsumu (to your disappointment) but when he put his hand on the small of your back while everyone smiled at the camera, you decided you wouldn’t complain.

The luncheon followed next, which you helped oversee to make sure everything was running smoothly. By the time it was time to actually sit down and eat, all the circular tables towards the front of the room where the other bridesmaids and groomsmen were sitting by the head table had been filled from what you could see. You were about to find an extra seat at one of the emptier far tables but before you could, Atsumu waved you over to his table where a seat next to him was being saved. You thanked him profusely and sat down just as Kumi’s sister gave her maid of honor speech, followed by Kumi and Kita giving their own speeches. You couldn’t help but tear up as they spoke, their adoration for each other very apparent. 

While they spoke, caterers brought plates of food around to the tables. The main course consisted of salmon smoked to perfection with a side of rice straight from the family farm Kita owned and operated. Along with a couple other sides, cups of sake were passed around to those who wanted it. 

It wasn’t until the tail end of Kita’s speech when you noticed Atsumu had draped his arm over the back of your chair. Your bare shoulders could feel the heat of him through his white shirt.

Once speeches had wrapped up, everyone dug into their food and started casual conversation. Most of the people around the table were groomsmen, and you quickly learned all about their high school volleyball days and learned that almost all of them, including Atsumu to your absolute pleasure, still played professionally. Atsumu’s twin, Osamu you learned, was happy to tell you all about it.

“‘Tsumu’s both the most popular and most hated volleyball player in all of Japan. He’s talented, sure, but his PR skills are absolute garbage. This scrub gets cancelled on Twitter at least once a month. You’d think with as big of a head as he’s got, he’d have a bigger brain and NOT get into a fight with some 12 year old kid who said Kageyama’s a better setter than ‘Tsumu will ever be.”

Everyone at the table laughed, yourself included. Atsumu growled and tried to punch Osamu, who ducked out of the way. They scuffled for a little bit as you got to know the other people at the table. Aran and Suna were fun to talk to, both of them professional volleyball players as well. Aran was one of the strongest players in Japan which you were very interested in learning about, and Suna had the most social media followers of any professional volleyball player in the whole world. 

They asked a lot of questions about you too, which got Atsumu’s attention enough to finally stop fighting Osamu. You told them about your career in Tokyo and the simple life you were leading. Nothing compared to theirs, you assured them, which they disagreed with you on. 

The rest of the luncheon was filled with pleasant conversation and laughter. Before you knew it, the caterers came around to clear the tables and it was announced that there would be a break until the reception started so the guests could go do as they pleased. There were still a couple hours until the reception and none of you knew the location well enough to leave the venue to explore so everyone stayed and lounged around. 

You got up and took some time to make sure everything was in order for the dance portion of the reception and songs were queued in the right order. The cake was your next target, making sure it was ready for the cutting. After checking a couple other odds and ends, you made your way back to the table where the conversation had fizzled out. A couple of the men were on their phones, Osamu seemed to be sleeping with his head on the table, and Atsumu was just looking around the venue at all the lights and decor. When you slid back into your chair, he smiled and straightened up, angling his body towards yours.

He led you into a conversation about your life, and you asked questions about him, very interested in his blossoming career as a national league setter. As you spoke, you didn’t notice his arm moving beneath the tablecloth until you felt his fingers brush your thigh. Your dress was on the longer side, so he wasn’t able to reach any skin but that didn’t stop him from flattening out his large palm over the fabric. Your words caught in your mouth as you looked at him in surprise. His head was propped up on his other hand, and he didn’t look the least bit guilty as his pointer finger started to twirl in lazy circles.

His hand wasn’t unwelcome, you realized very quickly, and you enjoyed the feel of his warm fingers running over your thigh. The tablecloth covered your legs and his hand so you didn’t worry about people seeing, but it was still risky. You were thankful for your longer dress because if he had any access to more of your legs, you were sure he’d be exploring and you doubted you’d be able to keep any noises or reactions you made very discreet.

His hand stayed on your thigh for a quite while and you didn’t realize how much time had passed until you looked at the clock. The reception was set to start in half an hour and you needed to make sure the caterer’s were getting the refreshments in order.

Grabbing Atsumu’s hand and giving it a gentle squeeze, you deposited it into his own lap and excused yourself. You stood up and wandered back into the kitchen to talk to the manager of the catering business, talking lightheartedly with him and praising him and his team on his work. The refreshments looked amazing, a blend of sweet and savory dishes spread across trays to bring out once the reception guests started to arrive. Thanking them for all their hard work, you left the kitchen but you didn’t get very far because someone grabbed your arm and yanked you behind a stack of crates and refrigerated boxes brought by the caterers. It was secluded from sight, but you wouldn’t be hard to spot if one of the workers came looking for a stack of extra cups.

Atsumu smiled down at you as you stared at him in surprise. In his hands was a plate stacked with pastries from the kitchen. Your mouth watered at the sight, but you couldn’t help but scold him first.

“How did you get those? We’re not supposed to eat these until the reception starts,” you whispered. Even so, you grabbed one and stuck half of it in your mouth anyway, almost moaning at how good it was.

Atsumu quietly laughed and ate one of his own. “I grabbed some while you were distractin’ the workers. I haven’t had sugar all day so I grabbed a couple. I figured they won’t notice a couple missin’. Thought you’d want a taste too.”

As he finished his sentence, he held your stare as he licked a dash of the cloudy frosting off his thumb. He knew what he was doing, making sure to take his time as his tongue flattened over the tip of his finger to get every drop. God yes, you wanted a taste.

Gulping, you shoved the rest of the pastry in your mouth in haste, trying to push the sinful thoughts aside. This was not the place, nor the time (as much as you wished it was). Dusting your fingers of crumbs, you licked your teeth to make sure there wasn’t any pastry residue stuck there. Atsumu gazed at you the whole time, hands gripping the plate, staring at your mouth. 

“W-We should… get back to our table-”

Atsumu’s restraint snapped it seemed, surging forward to pull you into a fierce kiss. He dropped the plate of pastries on to the nearest box and used his now free hand to cradle the back of your neck. You were surprised, but melted into the kiss shortly after. A little fun wouldn’t hurt, right? 

You draped your arms over his neck as he guided you back to rest against a stack of boxes. The hand that didn’t hold your neck slid down your side and hooked underneath your thigh, pulling it up to hook around his leg as high as your dress would offer. His hand kneaded the flesh behind your knee as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, his tongue making an appearance to swipe across your lips, probably gathering up a trail of powdered sugar left there from the pastry. 

You were on cloud 9, eyes fluttering as you happily let his tongue dance with yours. Atsumu let out a soft grunt as one of your hands slid into his hair, grasping at the blonde strands. As much as you wanted this to continue, in the back of your mind you knew you couldn't go further than this. Hoards of people were due to start showing up any minute for the reception, and you’d be found for sure. 

Relishing in a couple more pushes of his lips against yours, you pressed your hands to his cheeks and pulled his face away. He slowly opened his eyes to look at you in hazy, lust-filled confusion, a hum of question rising from his throat as you squished his cheeks together.

“We can’t do this here. Someone’s gonna catch us and we need to get ready for the reception.” As you spoke, you stared at his lips, both because you wanted to kiss him again and because the dark lip tint covering your lips was smeared across his mouth.

Laughing lightly, you ran your thumb over his lips, picking up the color as you went. His eyes softened at your laugh and he stood still as you worked, hand dropping your leg so he could instead rest his hands on your hips. 

“Are ya sure? We can make it quick, I promise. I’ll be real quiet, baby,” he whispered.

You shook your head and pushed his chest so he’d back up. He holds tightly to your sides as you adjust your dress back down your legs and fan your face to try to make your flaming blush go away. Atsumu hesitantly let you go as you started to herd him out from behind the boxes as nonchalantly as possible, holding the plate of pastries in one hand. 

New guests were starting to show up and join the greeting line to say congratulations to the happy couple, leaving piles of gifts at the front entrance. Atsumu had a pep in his step as the two of you neared your table, pulling out your chair for you which you embarrassingly thanked him for, shrinking under the curious gaze of everyone else. Osamu was particularly curious, raising a brow as Atsumu plopped into his chair with a sly grin. You busied yourself with watching the sea of people, smiling as they praised Kita and Kumi on their wedding and gorgeous reception. 

Atsumu and yourself ease back into the table’s conversation to wait for the greeting line to disperse. Atsumu’s hand found its way to your thigh again, this time brushing higher than it did before. You nearly jumped out of your seat when he forced his digits against the strain of your dress to drag over the crotch of your panties. You snatched his hand away as discreetly as you could, choosing to interlock your fingers with his instead, holding his hand in your lap. Atsumu seemed fine with this change and relaxed against his chair to tune back into Aran’s story of how he met his new girlfriend. 

By the time it was announced that it was time for the cake cutting, you were nearly asleep in your chair. It had been a long, eventful day and you were starting to feel the effects of it. Your eyes opened from their drooped state when Atsumu stood and pulled you up with him to gather around where the newlyweds were about to cut into their cake.

Smacking your cheeks to clear your head, you let him lead you to the crowd of people surrounding Kumi and Kita. Osamu clocked your intertwined hands immediately but didn’t say anything. Atsumu let you stand in front of him so you could peek through the bodies to watch, the heat of him grazing your spine as you watched the couple try their cake and laughed as Kumi smashed a bite into Kita’s surprised face. 

Once the cake had been wheeled away, it was time for the dancing. Everyone stood around the dance floor as Kumi danced with her brother, which brought a tear to your eye, and gentle Kita danced with his grandma which really made you cry. Then, Kita and Kumi danced together. They held each other close as they slowly danced, whispering to one another. It was a sweet moment, and you watched them with adoration, unaware of the gentle gaze Atsumu had on you, not the couple. 

As they finished their song, anyone who wanted could go out to join them for another slow song. You twisted your fingers together and watched a large handful of couples head to the dancefloor. A shock of electricity ran down your spine when a warm hand fully rested on your lower back and Atsumu pushed you forward. You had no time to decline, as he had already pulled you in front of the crowd so you’d look pathetic if you backed out now.

Gulping nervously, you shyly looked at him as he took your left hand into his right, bringing his other to rest on your lower back to tug you flush against him. Your free hand moved to rest hesitantly on the back of his shoulder when he started to sway to the soft music. You buried your face into the warm expanse of his chest to hide your blush and he brought his head down to rest against the side of yours. 

“Yer shakin’ again, beautiful,” he murmured into your ear.

Squeezing the hand that held yours, you murmured back a quiet “fuck you” which made his chest rumble with a low laugh. You didn’t say anything the rest of the dance, slowly relaxing into his hold which he noticed, pulling you impossibly closer. The end of the song came too soon and people started rushing the dance floor when a much more upbeat song came on. 

Before you had the chance to look at him, Atsumu was dragging you into the bouncing crowd, the beginnings of a mosh pit bubbling. You were swept into another dance with him, this one much more full of life. Deciding to just let go, you gave into his advances, swaying your hips and laughing loudly as the bass of the song shuddered through you. Atsumu laughed too, bouncing on his feet to the beat. The rest of your table came to dance around you, some more energetic than others, but there nonetheless. 

The more songs that played, the looser everyone got. Even Kita was getting into it. Osamu found one of the bridesmaids to dance with, a little liquid courage from multiple cups of sake flowing through him. Aran wouldn’t dance with any other ladies, as he did have a girlfriend, but that didn’t stop him from dancing with Suna who was surprisingly fluid as he danced. Atsumu focused all of his attention on you, save for the one time Suna started throwing it back, also a little drunk. Everyone’s attention was caught by that.

Besides that though, Atsumu kept close to you and got closer and closer as you danced. At one point, you helped him loosen his tie and threw it around his neck. Since everyone else was too preoccupied with dancing, and no one was going to even notice you doing it anyway, you pressed your ass against Atsumu’s slacks, hips moving in time with his to the beat. His breath was hot against your neck, large palms keeping your waist warm as you brought a hand up to scrape your nails over his dark undercut.

You could feel his excitement start to tent his light grey slacks against your backside. Looking up at him with hooded eyes, you both had a silent but simple conversation.

You needed him and he needed you. Atsumu wasn’t ashamed to admit that if you kept grinding on him like that, he’d take you right here on the dance floor.

Showing some restraint and taking your hand tightly in his, Atsumu tugged you out of the sea of dancing bodies, an excited determination in his walk. As much as you wanted this to happen, there was only one problem.

“Atsumu, where are you planning on taking us? There’s nowhere private we can go in this building.”

He halted in his steps as he took in your words, realizing that you were right. There weren’t many rooms in this barn, save for the kitchen which was packed with caterers, the bathroom which had a constant flow of people trickling through, and the occasional storage closet which were too close to the reception to be able to sneak into without being easily spotted.

Drumming his fingers on his thigh, he looked around the venue in a desperate attempt to find some sort of secret alcove or something. Just when you thought that maybe it wasn’t meant to be, Atsumu perked up and grinned.

“I’ve got an idea.” He started tugging you along again back to the table the two of you had been sitting at all night. Letting go of your hand, he started rummaging through the pockets of the light jacket he had brought along with him that had been abandoned over the back of his chair all day. 

The muffled clacking of something in the jacket pocket gave away his idea as he pulled out a simple set of car keys. Flashing you a smile, which you eagerly returned, he snatched up your hand again to start walking out to the gravel parking lot that sat a couple hundred yards away from the venue. You tried to slow him down and make it less obvious to those around you what you were going to do but he seemed to be too excited to care.

The cool outside air was refreshing against your heated skin and the sky was gorgeous as the sun started to dip below the horizon. The parking lot was packed with cars, attendees constantly trickling in and out of the reception. Depending on where he was parked, the parking lot would be just as risky as using the bathroom inside. Luckily, he led you back to the far corner of the lot where a gorgeous white car sat. Your car knowledge was slim, so you didn’t know what type of car it was but you could tell it was expensive. It had very dark tinted windows as well, which was an extra bonus.

Atsumu had backed into his parking stall, a spot at the very end of the lot so no cars were parked behind him or on one side of him giving you both the perfect spot to hide away (unless the owner of the one car next to him showed up).

“Nice ride.” You joked as the both of you stopped by the driver’s side door. Atsumu chuckled as he fumbled his keys in his hands, trying to unlock the vehicle. 

“Thanks! ‘Samu says I got an expensive car to compensate for my ‘tiny dick’, but we’re twins, so he knows that’s not true. We had one too many naked fights in the locker room durin’ our volleyball days, so I know I’m packin’ just as much as he is. Front or back seat, gorgeous?”

You giggled as he finally got his car unlocked and opened the door for you to peer inside. As nice of a car as it was, you doubted Atsumu would be very comfortable in the back seat given his size. It was a pretty slim car. 

“Front. Wouldn’t want to squish you into the back seat.” You gave Atsumu a once over as he stood with an arm resting on the hood of the car. “Plus, I’d like to ride those thighs of yours.”

Atsumu had the goofiest smile. He looked like a kid in a candy store. “You’re readin’ my mind.”

You stood watch as Atsumu worked on getting his car ready, moving the driver's seat as far back as it could go and reclining it enough so it would be comfortable for him. He cracked open the two windows on the passenger side of the car, the side that faced the forest, so some fresh air would breeze through. Finally, he slid into the car and threw the keys into the passenger's seat. If you weren’t turned on already, the sight of him lounging in the seat, outfit rumpled from the dancing, tie slung around his neck and powerful legs spread just waiting for you to settle onto them would definitely do the trick. 

Kicking off your heels, you left them sitting on the gravel outside the car and made one more cautious look around before you bunched up your dress to your knees so you could get into the car with more ease. Atsumu looked at you like you were the most gorgeous person on the planet as you moved to straddle his lap, dress hiking up a little more to rest around your thighs. 

The second you closed the door behind you, Atsumu’s mouth was attacking yours, tongue instantly pushing past the seal of your lips to explore every inch of your mouth that he could reach. His large palms kneaded the flesh of your ass through the thin fabric of your dress, and you moved to frantically rake your fingers through his dark undercut. The flex of his powerful thighs underneath yours was driving you insane, cords of muscle dragging against your skin through his slacks. You were sure his slacks were a size or two too small, because you could feel every inch of him like he wasn’t even wearing pants. 

After a couple of breathless minutes, the two of you finally separated, a string of spit keeping your mouths connected. Just like earlier, your dark lip tint was smeared over Atsumu’s lips again. When he went in for another kiss, you pulled your head back which prompted a whine from Atsumu as he tried to chase your lips.

“The makeup ‘Tsumu, remember? It’s gotta last for at least one more hour.”

Atsumu pouted and grumbled out a “fine” before focusing his attention on your neck. While he started attacking the soft skin just underneath your jaw, you started unbuttoning his vest and shirt. The more of his torso you exposed, the wetter you felt your panties get. He was gorgeously tanned and toned. Once you had unbuttoned all the buttons you could reach, besides the few that were tucked into his slacks, your hands started exploring his smooth skin. His shoulders were gorgeously sculpted, the dips of his collarbone deep. Your hands splayed over his chest, fingers brushing over his nipples which pebbled at your attention. 

His chest heaved at your ministrations, groaning in pleasure. You felt him shift his hips up into you, member straining against his slacks as he dragged it against your clothed core. Tightening your legs around his thighs, Atsumu held your hips tightly against his as he ground against you, working your neck with his teeth. You keened as his bulge dragged over your sensitive clit, shuddering as Atsumu nibbled at your ear. 

Tired of waiting, you reached beneath you to fumble with his belt, tossing it into the passenger seat with his keys once you’re able to pull it free. You make quick work of the button on his slacks, tugging down the zipper and pulling his pants and boxer briefs down just enough to bunch underneath his cock which stood at attention against his abdomen. 

Osamu was definitely wrong when he assumed Atsumu got a fancy car to compensate for a tiny dick, because it was anything but tiny. He wasn’t outrageously long, but he was thick. Thick enough that just the thought of him dragging inside of you had your eyes rolling back. 

WIth his cock now free, the friction between your panties and his member had Atsumu’s thighs quaking under you. He released one of his hands from the vice-grip it had on your hips to reach behind him and hold onto the head rest. 

“Hng- Christ, baby.” His voice was deep and scratchy, breathless as you rubbed your core against the underside of his dick, squeezing it between your body and his stomach. 

You mouthed at his throat which bobbed against your lips as he sat forward. Wrapping an arm around your back, he started digging through his center console. When he grunted in annoyance and leant forward even more to start shifting through his glove box, you nipped at his ear and huskily asked, “What’s wrong?”

Atsumu was pulling handfuls of objects out of the glove box and throwing them onto the floor in front of the passenger seat. “Shit- can’t find a condom.”

Dragging your tongue over the shell of his ear, you reached down and wrapped your hand around the base of his shaft. His cock twitched in your grip and his arm tightened around your back as he paused his searching.

“Are you clean?” you asked, slowly sliding your hand up over his velvety skin. All Atsumu could do was nod. “Then I don’t mind. I’m on birth control, but try to pull out if you can.”

Atsumu nodded again in agreement and leant back in his seat, watching with one of the most lustful gazes you had ever seen as you rose up on your knees to push your panties to the side, exposing your already drooling core to him. He gripped your thighs as you collected as much spit as you could in your mouth to spit onto your palm. Rubbing the liquid over his length as well as all of the pre-cum he’d already leaked, you gave him a couple pumps for good measure.

He tilted his head back to rest against the head-rest with a guttural groan as you positioned yourself over him, teasing his tip through your folds. With one hand guiding his length and the other gripping the shoulder of the seat, you sank slowly onto him. Both of you moaned in unison as he filled you surprisingly easily considering the lack of proper lubrication and the sheer size of him. 

You stopped with him half-way seated, gazing adoringly at his rosy cheeks and mussed hair. He looked back at you just as fondly. With a preparatory breath, you braced yourself on the seat and started to set a slow pace. Every thrust brought him a centimeter further into you as you adjusted to the stretch of him. He held your thighs in his hands, letting you take control for the time being and enjoying the view. 

It took a minute of work before you were able to fully sheath him inside yourself. You threw your head back and gasped when you did, the stretch of him hurting so deliciously. It didn’t help that the hard teeth on the zipper of his slacks rubbed against your sensitive folds and the button would occasionally brush over your clit.

Atsumu was barely holding it together. Your core hugged him so tightly, warmly pulsing around his cock in such a way that he probably could’ve come right then and there. Something about you just fit him perfectly in a way no other partner of his ever had. 

Once you felt like you had adequately adjusted, your pace quickened. Bouncing up and down on him, he enjoyed the view of your covered breasts bouncing in sync. He leant forward to suck on the small sliver of breast that was visible above the neckline of your dress. You whined and scratched your nails over the back of his neck. 

After a couple minutes of this, he couldn’t take it anymore. Gripping your hips tightly, Atsumu took control and started bouncing you on him himself, hips thrusting up to meet you. The new angle had you seeing stars and you didn’t care about your makeup anymore, smashing your lips to his in a kiss that was messy and wet.

Every force of your hips into his had your clit rubbing against the hard metal of his slacks and the brush of pubic hair at the base of his cock. It gave you the friction you needed to bring you closer and closer to the edge. Atsumu wasn’t faring much better - his thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier and his hold on your hips getting less and less controlled. 

You didn’t have much time to prepare before you came, yelling his name as you gripped his broad shoulders, your fluids covering Atsumu’s thrusting member. It seemed Atsumu didn’t have time to prepare either because he came suddenly with a groan and spilled his load into you, groaning your name.

Pumping yourself up and down a couple more times, this time much slower to ride you both down from your highs, you rested your forehead against his in utter bliss. Breath mingling, you slowed to a stop and sat there in silence, relishing in the stretch of him seated completely inside you, the warm feeling of his spend mingling with your own deep in your core. 

After a minute, you pulled your head back to look at him. His face was flushed, eyes drooped in satisfaction and chest heaving from the exertion. The two of you started laughing in euphoria and Atsumu peppered kisses over your shoulder. You slid your fingers through his unkempt hair and pressed a kiss to his temple.

“That was really something, ‘Tsumu.” You hummed, giggling as he wrapped his arms tightly around you to hold you to his chest. 

“Sure was. Sorry ‘bout not pulling out. I really was gonna try but you just do somethin’ to me I can’t explain. I didn’t expect to cum that fast.” His hands explored your back, fingers running lightly over the fabric. 

“It’s alright. I’m not complaining.”

He pulled back to give you that handsome goofy grin again before kissing you sweetly. You gave him a chaste kiss before pulling away and looking down at the mess you made. Luckily, most of the mess was still trapped inside you thanks to him but if you weren’t careful, it’d get all over his slacks once he pulled out.

“How should we do this? You can’t go back in with a giant cum stain on your pants.”

He hummed in thought, looking around his car. He didn’t have any rags or towels handy, but he did have a load of napkins that he threw onto the floor when looking for a condom. Holding you closely to him, Atsumu reached over to scoop up as many napkins as he could reach. The shift of him had you both groaning at the overstimulation. 

Gathering a handful of napkins, he held them under you as you slowly slid off of him, catching as much fluid as possible. You both hissed at the feeling of him leaving you. Thankfully, he was able to catch almost everything with the napkins, save for a few splatters that got on his expensive leather seats.

“Shit, sorry ‘Tsumu. I can help pay to have that cleaned.”

He shook his head immediately, cleaning himself off with the napkins and dropping them on the floor next to his seat. He worked on tucking his length back into his boxer briefs and slacks while you cleaned yourself as best you could, pulling your panties back into place and fixing your dress. Turning your head, you pulled down his sun visor and opened the mirror to get a better look at the state of your makeup.

It was mostly intact, save for your lip tint that was slightly smeared which was fixed with a little swipe of a napkin and your hair was easily tamed since Atsumu had avoided running his fingers through it. There were remnants of your lipstick covering your neck from where Atsumu had furiously attacked. Atsumu had his own stains on his neck from where you had been kissing him. You made eye contact with him through the mirror as he gazed at you with a smirk. You huffed in amusement and cleaned up your neck, then turned to clean up his. 

He didn’t take his eyes off you as you did, watching you carefully wipe the smears off his skin. You wiped his mouth last, taking your time as you watched him part his lips for you. Once you were done, you dropped the napkin on the floor with the rest and sighed at him longingly. If only you had more time. You’d let this man do whatever he wanted to you. Unfortunately, you had a wedding reception to get back to. 

“Well, thanks for the good time ‘Tsumu.”

He watched your face carefully and you noticed the ever so slight crease fold in his brow. “Yeah. O’course.”

The silence that followed was a bit awkward, so after a second, you moved to open the car door but he grabbed your hand before you could. “Wait.”

You turned back to him and raised a brow, deciding to busy yourself with buttoning up his shirt and vest. He suddenly seemed very shy, rubbing his fingers over the flesh of your waist in little circles. Finally he spoke.

“When are ya headed back to Tokyo?”

You stilled your fingers which were working on the last button of his shirt. “Tomorrow.”

He nodded and seemed to be deep in thought before drumming his fingers against you in nervousness. “I fly back tonight but… wouldya be interested in meetin’ up sometime? I don’t have much free time but I’ll find the time for ya.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest at the offer. “Like… a date?”

Atsumu’s cheeks turned a shade darker in the almost nearly setting sun as he grumbled, now looking at anything but you. “I mean, yeah? Unless you don’t want it to be, then it doesn’t have to be a date I guess. Could be a friendly hang out or somethin-”

You cut him off with a brief but strong peck. You didn’t want to risk getting more lipstick on him. “I’d love to go on a date with you.”

He perked up and squeezed your sides. “Really?”

You giggled and nodded. “Yes! Of course I would, you big airhead.”

The next couple seconds consisted of him raining kisses all over any part of you he could reach with you laughing and trying to push him away, begging him not to ruin your makeup. After losing the battle and cleaning lipstick off of him again, you finished buttoning up his vest and pulling your dress into place before you left the car.

You slid your heels back onto your aching feet while Atsumu refastened his belt and gathered up all the used napkins, making a mild sound of disgust at the large amounts of viscous fluid covering most of them that was getting all over his hand. Once his car was locked up, you both walked hand-in-hand back to the reception where it seemed no one even noticed the two of you had left.

After tossing the napkins into the nearest trash can, the both of you went to the bathroom to clean up any remaining mess before returning to the crowds. Plopping down at your table, the two of you gulped down multiple cups of water and started digging into the refreshments. Atsumu had consumed at least 3 onigiri and 2 little bowls of miso soup on his own before Osamu plopped down next to him, looking weathered from the dancing.

“Where have you two been? I lost track of ya like half an hour ago.”

You felt your cheeks heat up and you focused on your bowl of miso soup, stirring the broth around with your spoon. Atsumu seemed to be much less embarrassed, chest puffing up in pride as he finished off his next onigiri. Osamu raised an eyebrow and studied the two of you before looking at Atsumu’s neck, where a very obvious hickey was starting to bloom and groaned in disgust.

“Jesus, y'all are nasty. Where the hell did ya find a place to jump each other’s bones around here, huh? Out on the grass? There are kids here.”

You covered your face in embarrassment as Atsumu angrily started defending the two of you. “O’course not, jackass! Do you really think so little of me? You really think I’d do that?”

Osamu instantly agreed that he would, in fact, probably do that. Atsumu grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and shook him around. “No! We did it in my car, thank you very much. And it was amazing. Have you ever done it in a car before, ‘Samu? Doubt it! No chick will ever want to go down on you if you keep cruising around in that beater of yours!”

The twins really started getting at it now, yelling at each other and rolling around on the ground, trying to get the last punch in. You tried to avert your eyes and pretend you didn’t know them. Kita, bless his heart, came up to separate the two who instantly fell to their knees to apologize for making a scene at his wedding. 

Atsumu came to you after, pouting about his brother and sporting a busted lip. You coddled him, helping clean the blood off his chin. Osamu gagged from his place at the table, now sitting next to you instead of Atsumu so they didn’t try to fight each other again. 

The rest of the night went smoothly. The dancing finally wrapped up and the send off was magical. The newlyweds ran through the line of guests who held sparklers above their heads, making for a magical exit into the night as the couple set off for their honeymoon. You had to stop Atsumu from starting Osamu’s hair on fire with his sparkler shortly after, taking both men’s sticks from them to put in a water bucket. 

All of Kita’s old volleyball friends stuck around to help clean up, helping put away the tables and chairs, and taking down the decorations. By the time it was over, you were wiped and ready to go back to your hotel room to sleep until noon. 

As you were loading up the last of the boxes into the trunk of your car, you felt someone come up behind you and ghost their hands over your stomach, pressing a tender kiss on the back of your neck. You smiled as you closed the trunk, reaching a hand up to slide through Atsumu’s soft hair. He buried his face in your neck and the two of you stood there for a minute, savoring the warmth of each other in the brisk darkness. 

“I wrote my number down on a napkin and put it in yer purse. Call me when y’ get back to Tokyo tomorrow, ‘kay? Wanna make sure y’ get back safe and sound.” 

You smiled and turned to face him, running your fingers over the tie that still hung loosely around his neck. “I will. I’ll text you when I get back to my hotel so you have my number, and you text me when you make it back to Tokyo tonight too. Need to make sure my date makes it back in one piece.”

He smiled and nodded in agreement, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. 

A day you thought would be full of nerves and worry, had turned into one of the best nights of your life.

-

If you thought Kita and Kumi’s wedding was nerve wracking, it didn’t hold a candle to your OWN wedding. 

Pressed close to Osamu’s side, you waited anxiously as the wedding procession in front of you started their walk down the aisle. Since you had no living male blood relative that you wanted to walk you down the aisle, your now almost brother-in-law was immediately your first choice. He was surprised, of course, but said yes in a heartbeat. Atsumu’s twin had easily weaseled his way into your heart soon after you started dating Atsumu, as rocky and embarrassing as your first night meeting him was.

He gave you a free meal every time you visited Onigiri Miya, and charged Atsumu full price to make up the difference. He gave you the most embarrassing pictures of Atsumu in his phone to use for blackmail. He was the ring-leader in making sure everything was perfect the night Atsumu proposed to you, keeping a crowd of people at bay to make sure you and Atsumu were alone when he dropped to one knee in the middle of a large gorgeous bridge at the popular tourist site, the Shinjuku Gyoen National Garden. He got yelled at in many languages that day from the angry tourists who wanted to cross the bridge, but it was well worth it. Suna, who held off the swarm of people on the other side of the bridge, would agree.

Just like you had the day of Kumi and Kita’s wedding, you were trembling and clutched Osamu’s arm desperately. He looked down at you and smiled. 

“You’re ok, (Y/n). Everything is going smoothly. All you have to do today is make it down that aisle to ‘Tsumu and enjoy yourself for the rest of the night. We’ll take care of everything.”

You looked up at him with a teary smile at his words. With no siblings of your own, your relationship with Osamu meant the world to you. Standing on your tip-toes, you softly kissed his cheek. “Thanks, ‘Samu.”

It was finally your turn to walk down the aisle. With a deep breath, Osamu slowly started to lead you into the room packed with family and friends. It was a gorgeous building. High steepled ceilings, white and burnt orange flowers scattered over every surface available. Since it was mid December, an outside wedding was impossible with the cold but you couldn’t have picked a more perfect place to get married in. 

The actual place itself didn’t matter though, as much as the man who waited down the aisle did. Atsumu was dressed in a gorgeous black tux that was pressed to perfection with a sleek black tie to match. His hair was styled the same way it had the day you met him, brushed casually to the side. To your surprise, Atsumu was already crying.

Seeing you walk down the aisle in your beautiful dress, on the arm of his life-long best friend broke him down immediately. You couldn’t help but tear up yourself as Osamu brought you to him. Osamu softly gave your trembling hand to Atsumu, kissed your temple, and gave Atsumu a crushing hug before taking his place at the front of the line of groomsmen. Speaking of groomsmen, you noticed many of them were also already crying. 

Atsumu’s teammates were lined up next to him. Kita and Aran both had tears lining their eyes. Hinata and Bokuto, who you became fast friends with, were almost on the verge of full-on sobs. Suna wasn’t crying but had a smile on his face. Sakusa wasn’t crying either but didn’t seem as bored as he usually did. 

“You look so beautiful.” Atsumu blubbered out in a whisper as he moved to take both of your hands. Your wet eyes sparkled as you took in every inch of him.

“So do you,” you teased, which made him laugh. 

The rest of the ceremony both flew by and dragged on. You stumbled through your vows, trying to keep your tears at bay which proved mostly unsuccessful. Atsumu was in the same boat, barely able to make it through his own vows without choking up. 

By the time Atsumu dipped you into a fierce kiss, you were sure your makeup was already ruined from your tears. Everyone cheered loudly in joy. Osamu was hooting and hollering. Hinata and Bokuto finally succumbed to their emotions, crying hysterically. You were breathless by the time Atsumu brought you back to your feet, steadying you with his hands as you smiled widely at the crowd.

Interlocking your fingers, Atsumu led you back down the aisle through the shower of white confetti just like he had the day you met him. In fact, your photographer captured the moment almost in the exact same way that Kumi and Kita’s photographer had. You loved the photos so much, they were hanging up side-by-side in your and Atsumu’s house. 

In both pictures, the two of you were smiling more than you ever thought was possible, holding hands and looking at each other with such tenderness you could feel it through the photo. You didn’t really believe in love at first sight, but looking at the photos side-by-side, you realized the two of you had looked at each other that fateful day the same way you looked at each other on your wedding day.

[e-vay]

Heyo! Do you have any tips for making comics? :)

I've been meaning to get back into the swing of it, but concentrating on such a commitment that takes so much time is tough sometimes haha.

How do you make it work? Are there things you avoid/make easier for yourself just to make the process more fun and do-able?

First of all, I’m very happy for you! I think it’s very exciting whenever we return to a craft we were once passionate about. I wish you the best of luck!

This is a big question and I don’t think there’s really one simple answer since all artists are different and have their own strengths and weaknesses.

One of the biggest issues I face is that I have a million ideas but I simply don’t have the time to do them all. I want to share all these ideas but if I gave each and every idea the same amount of attention and detail, I’d hardly get anything done. So here are some things I've learned through my own comic-making experience, but keep in mind it may not be what you're looking for. Also remember this is NOT career advice. I make comics for fun, not for a living. If you’re looking for professional advice I would suggest looking elsewhere 👍

1 - A comic doesn't have to be fully rendered to be entertaining. Although I love to draw and line and color my work, it’s not always necessary. If I feel a punchline is strong enough to stand on its own, I’ll just make it into a doodle comic. In fact, I’ve found that some of my doodle comics perform better than the fully rendered ones! The doodle comics are still very fun for me to draw and they also serve as gestural drawing practice, so in the end it doesn’t feel like I'm making a sacrifice. I'm still getting my ideas out there and I'm still drawing, I'm just prioritizing what gets more attention so I can better manage my time.

2 - Not every panel needs an illustrated background. You definitely need to show backgrounds for establishing shots and when characters are interacting with the scene. But sometimes the focus needs to be entirely on the character and/or what they’re saying. You can choose to have a solid color background and maybe add a few textures to keep it visually interesting. You're still putting in the effort to make your art pop, but you aren’t losing a ton of time by drawing dozens of backgrounds. Color is also a good way to convey mood. I do that a lot in my comics, like this bit from “My Gal”:

^ I was trying to show a progression in excitement here, so having the colors change from cool to warm does a better job portraying that than if I just had a standard, scenic forest background for all the panels.

3 - Use resources: That's what they're there for! Because I make all these comics by myself, I have had to find resources to help me get through some of the steps faster so I can focus more on the story writing and the artwork. For example, to help me save time on lettering, I use the Onomatopedia font and the Manero Panels, SFX and Bubbles brush set for Procreate. I’m still selecting the sound effects and choosing the appropriate bubbles and tails to suit the mood and scale of the text, but this has saved me a ton of time because I’m not drawing each individual element by hand over and over again. Personally, I purchased these resources but I'm sure there are plenty of free tools out there that you can use.

As far as making it more fun... Honestly, I just love comics as an art form so much that learning about all the 'rules' and techniques and 'SOP's behind comics makes it more fun for me to make them. I recommend checking out tutorials and tips (even if you think you already know it all) and you might be surprised at how much it might ignite more of your comic-making passion. For example, I've spent hours on Blambot's "How-To" page and on ComicDevices.com just to try and soak up as much as I can. They're full of fascinating reads that make me want to try out different things!

I hope this helps! Good luck with your comics!

[stilljuststardust]

I don't know. What should I do? 😭 If you were in my place what would u do?..

I'm literally so lost. Right now. Like I feel like I'm in a slump, rut, a cycle of "read Tumblr posts, try, fall, repeat" how do I break free from this???? I genuinely just want to shift. Or live my dream life.

God I'm so done. Ever since I found out abt void (or got into reality shifting) I've put hold on life ever since, it'll be almost an year, I really don't want to keep living like this, it's like god. I can't. I just want to leave this reality. I'm so done. I want to enter void state. I just. God. Oh my god. I can't. I've idolized these things so much I know but these are my only saviors. I do believe all of this is real, but I don't trust my own ability, I know, I've been trying for so long, am I even trying at this point? I know i should give up, but how? I just can't keep living like this, it's hell...

Hello love, turn off your phone.

1. Save what you need to

Find a handful of concise posts that center you and remind you who you are and what you are capable of/remind you that manifestation isn't actually hard

Screenshot them, save them, print them out, whatever you need to but save them in a way that doesn't require you to reopen Tumblr. Maybe make a google doc with them/any links to videos or subliminals that you ground yourself with

2. Address your phone addiction

I fell down a rabbit hole on dopamine addiction a couple months back and I've learned a bit about it. If you want to stop overconsumption you have to stop doomscrolling.

Don't put your phone by your bed. Do not let the first thing you do in the morning be checking your notifications and scrolling.

"think of it as a lemon that you're squeezing the juice out of right? ...at the very beginning you can squeeze very little and you can get a lot of juice out of. But at the very end you need something very very powerful to squeeze out the remaining juice. So the more dopaminergic the task the less dopamine you need to engage in the activity " - DR K

The problem is your phone releases INSANE amounts of dopamine. It's this flashing color crack box that immediately spends all of that dopamine and because you used it first thing you need extremely dopaminergic activities or you can't focus.

Other extremely dopaminergic things include: video games, pornography, seeing people you hate attempt to bleach their hair, gambling, etc.

If you're trying to kick your phone addiction there's a couple things to remember:

You are going to get through the first day and think "I'm doing so well what's a TikTok break going to hurt" DONT FALL FOR IT. Your brain is lying to you. If you were good at moderation you wouldn't be trying to kick the addiction in the first place

It's ok to be bored. You have to accept being bored. It's good for your brain. Be bored.

Do not quit because you tripped up. The best advice I've heard for addiction is not to treat it as "I have to have an unbroken streak" this leads people to go on benders because of small slip ups because they "ruined it anyway". Instead think in percentages. You made it through 6/7 days. That's still an improvement and yes the goal is 7/7 but you are getting there if you keep your discipline.

3. How your day should look

Wake up and take a couple minutes to affirm and saturate your mind. This is basically bragging to yourself about how much you have it and it's yours. Affirm things like "oh my god I just woke up in my DR" or "Oh my god I shifted"

Do the shit you need to do. Don't put it off. Why should your life here have to stop??

Whenever you think about the things you want remind yourself that you already have it and it's yours. Think about it as if you have it. Do saturation sessions throughout the day if you want to.

Stop searching for a new method, advice, whatever, think as if you have already manifested it instead of spiralling into "I don't have it. this next post will help me have it" Do. Not. Think. About. It. As. If. You. Don't. Have. It.

Actually stick to it. Yes even if it takes longer than you want.

Great video on saturation that you should watch: click here

What you're doing wrong

What do you mean you've put your life on hold? Please do not do that. There is no reason to. If you ignore the obvious downsides to neglecting yourself and your life, you should know that isn't helping your manifestation at all either.

Right now you're suspended in a waiting state. You're entire life revolves around "I have to figure out how to do this", "I haven't done this yet so I can't focus on anything else"

What is that telling your subconscious? That it's not here and that nothing can change.

The point of LOA is to think as if it's already here. If you put everything on hold until you have it the only state you are thinking from is "it's not here". If you were thinking from the state of having it you wouldn't be doing any of that. "I can't do ____ until this manifests" you just affirmed that it hasn't manifested/you have not shifted. Not only are you frozen in the physical world but the internal one.

"I know I should give up but how" who told you to give up? I don't think you should do that. Why would you give up on something you have?

Both manifestation and shifting work the same way. You think as if you are there or that you have what you want and the physical world has to change to fit that. Has to.

These things are not your saviors. These things are not things. They are not outside of you. It is not a magical ability you need to tap into, it is something you are already doing. Your assumptions choose what your physical world looks like 24/7. It doesn't turn off that is just how you work. Your reality has ALWAYS shifted to match your mind. You aren't harnessing anything you are just realizing your own potential.

I know it sounds absurdly simple, that's because it is. You are creating your reality. Create. Sit down and think as if it's here. Bask in having it.

Do you know what the void state is? It's you. It's your consciousness. Are you consciousness ? Then you can enter. The reason you aren't experiencing it now is just because you are telling yourself that you are your body. You are not your body. You are the consciousness. Void state is just a return to self.

It is ok to focus on yourself and your life. You are going to be ok. You are going to shift. Please please take care of yourself

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[kangaracha]

QUEENMAKER | CHAPTER 26

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pairing chan x reader

genre ninth member au, angst, fluff, coming of age, social media, cancel culture, anxiety, depression, forbidden love,

summary To JYPE, the solution is simple; take the sole trainee that will not debut with your brand new girl group, and use her to replace the missing vocalist in your male group that insisted on starting as nine.

Unfortunately, to the fans and the members themselves, it isn't that simple.

status ongoing

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a/n my cat is very sick this weekend so leave some comments to distract me, thankyou. have a lovely weekend, cuddle your pets

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Your phone drops from your hands onto the floor of the practice room, thunking softly against the hardwood. Your head follows, falling backwards in a controlled motion that ripples pain through the sore muscles of your abdomen, your legs, your back. The bright lights of the ceiling are little relief, even when you throw an arm over your tired eyes.

Your whole body aches, but that's nothing new. You've been at it for hours - and days, and months. You work hard and the crowd won't cheer, and you work harder and the company ask for more, and you put your every waking moment towards it and the fans don't see the difference, and the voices online are never happy, and the work just keeps coming, one performance after another, opportunity after opportunity to make a fool of yourself.

Your body hurts. It's inevitable. 

It's fine, even. It's been six years since you traded in youth for the promise of fame, after all; pain becomes a constant companion after a point, every dancer knows that. If your body doesn't hurt, then you're probably doing something wrong.

You have to get up. 

It's your own voice that gives the order, your mind that knows you have another performance to run through before you can be done, but your body doesn't move, the heat of it soaking into the lacquered floor. The will to dance has leeched out of your bones with it, and it feels guilty to admit that even to yourself, but there is nothing in you that wants to dance again. You kind of hate dancing right now - but this is your dream and there's one chance to get it right, and you cannot hate dance for even one moment.

You have to get up. You don't move.

The door opens, but you barely notice it, your breath settling and your eyes blocked from the light. You don't open them until the toe of a shoe nudges your side; then, you squint up at the blurry figure above you, waiting for your tired eyes to adjust again.

It's more the shape of his shoulders and the stout figure that give him away than the details of his face. "Binnie," you greet him with a sigh and rub at your face. "What's up?"

"Nothing," he answers. "Were you asleep?"

"No." You look up into his face again, but you're not sure he's convinced. "I'm just...resting."

A wry grin crosses his face, laughing out at you even as he offers you a hand up. "You looked more like you were dying," he tells you as he pulls you up into a sitting position.  "Or in a crisis."

"I am in a crisis," you quip. "I'm not very good at my job."

A finger flicks your forehead. You stare up at him accusingly, but he only shrugs. "People who say bad things about our noona get flicked," he informs you, and he doesn't sound the least bit remorseful. 

"You've got a lot of Stays to flick then," you grumble; and then add, "Slacker," to cover up the guilt that stabs at you so hard you nearly cringe at yourself. Ungrateful, he's going to say, or whiny. It's all you can think, so surely he would too. 

All he does is smile though. "After lunch," he promises. "Are you coming to eat with me?"

You stare at him, bemused. "I'm in the middle of dance practice."

Changbin frowns. "You said in the group chat that you were done."

"With that performance, yeah," you say, your hand drifting unconsciously towards your phone. "I still have the MAMA performance to try."

"It can wait until after lunch."

"Lunch can wait until after practice too."

"Not if it's that new place around the corner," he argues. "They close so early, this is my only chance."

You don't mean to, but you know your face tightens and your belly rumbles, suddenly aware of how hungry you are. "I have a diet, Changbin," you remind him gently. "There's at least four of the other kids at the company, they'll go with you."

"You've been suggested a diet," he amends without missing a beat. "Doesn't mean you have to do it."

"Do you come from another planet?" you scoff, squinting up at him. "Did we not sign the same contract?"

The smile he gives you is impish, spelling out trouble all over his face. "If you just ignore them long enough, they give up," he informs you proudly.

Your gaze runs over him again critically, tight shirt and loose pants cutting a figure you could never hope to mimic. "You're all muscle though," you point out, your finger jabbing accusingly in the direction of his chest, "even though you eat like a garbage can. Some of us are just fat."

"Garbage can?" he repeats incredulously, his voice rising with every syllable. He steps back, shaking his head, and you climb to your feet yourself, reaching back to fix your hair as you stand. "I eat like a normal person."

"Like three normal people, maybe."

"Come to lunch with me and I bet you'll eat more than me."

"You can come to lunch with me, in the cafeteria, sure."

He stares defiantly as he chooses his next words. You meet his gaze evenly. "I don't want to eat chicken and salad in the cafeteria," he whines after a moment. "Who even said that you were fat?"

"JYP himself," you deadpan, only cracking a smile at the anguished laugh that comes out of his mouth in response. "I don't know. A manager somewhere. Does it matter?"

You can see the teasing spirit drain from his face as his smile fades, his face turning to things that are softer, more serious. "As long as you know that you're pretty enough to make most of us look ugly, it doesn't matter."

You scoff again, your tongue tasting acerbic against the embarrassed red of your cheeks. "Pretty enough to be here," you reply. "Not the prettiest."

Changbin's arm is a heavy weight across your shoulders, squeezing you tightly as he all but drags you towards the door. "You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen," he says; and somehow, it is so friendly a comment that it doesn't heat your face again, nor come off as awkward; but that is Changbin's effortless charm, his friendliness. His ability to listen without judging.

Anyway, your lips curve up into a smile, your elbow digging into his side just long enough to make him let go of you so that you can open the door. "It's all plastic, buddy," you quip as he steps through, and pull it closed behind you. "I'm a modern scientific miracle."

For several seconds, he just looks at you, unsure whether to laugh or not. "Have you done anything?" he asks, just to ask, ambling along casually beside you. "You have such a nice face shape."

You contemplate your answer before you give it, your mouth opening and then closing again. "Maybe a little here and there," you say and let a little grin slip onto your face. "Maybe not. You know I was dropped from Midnight for being 'the wrong look', right?"

"I didn't know that," he says, cutting a glance at you. You wonder if, under the genuine astonishment that plays out over his face, he can see the way that acknowledgement still guts you like a knife. You'd managed to say it out loud without cringing away from it, at least; maybe the hurt is starting to dull. Maybe one of these days you'll be able to look forward at what you've got without also looking back at what they'd taken away from you.

"Well don't go changing now," Changbin says, pushing straight past the whole dilemma. "They think you're the right look for us; don't ruin it."

"I only aspire to look like you, Changbin-ssi," you assure him. 

He laughs at you; actually, properly laughs, his voice echoing down the hallway. "You can start by actually going to the gym," he tells you. "And going to eat ramen at the new place down the street. You can't claim to be Changbin when you're so small."

"Bit rich, coming from the smallest person in the group," you mutter under your breath, and you can't help but snort a laugh at the affronted shout that sounds from beside you as he tows you towards the elevators.

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[wrttenbyhan]

geek gets the girl

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 :

popular girl!fem reader x geek/spiderman!han jisung

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 :

hey! my requests are officially open! you can ask me anything too!

you were the popular girl of seoul high school. cheerleader, friends with everyone, you had the whole package. han, on the other hand, was a total geek. he always carried a massive pile of educational books and read them during breaks and lunches. and because he was so nerdy, people would always pick on him.

but he had a secret that nobody knew. by day, he was just your regular nerd, but by night, han was no other than seoul's highly praised hero spiderman. he chose not to tell anyone about his secret persona, and to keep anonymous with his iconic mask.

today, you strutted into class with confidence, and your biology teacher paired you up with han to do a written project. upset that you weren't grouped up with your friends, you sat next to han. he smiles at you and waves. sure, he was a nerd. but this nerd was cute. well, anyhow, you needed to focus on your work.

“so,”

han mumbled, clearly nervous as hell to be working with the it girl of the school,

“we should probably start by planning the work before we write anything down.”

you nod, your bangs falling in front of your eyes, before flashing a smile. he smiled softly, glancing up from his notes to look at you. he seemed so nervous, and your presence was only making him more on edge.

“so i was thinking, since our topic’s on the human brain,”

he questioned, flipping through some pages of his notes to find the right one,

“we could start with writing down the different sections of the brain, and then describe what each section does?”

he offers, already writing down a few ideas with his pen. you were already getting quite bored, not being with your friends and all. you try and hold back a yawn, while replying,

“uh, yeah, sure..”

he looks up at you for a moment, noticing the lack of enthusiasm you had for the topic, and he frowns for a moment. why were you so dismissive? he tried not to let it bother him, and goes back to the task at hand instead.

“should we split the work in half? i’ll do half of the brain, and you do the other half?”

you weren’t really listening, since you were too busy daydreaming about spiderman, so you just nod in response, not really knowing what han said.

he noted at that moment that it was near impossible to get a conversation out of you since you were so dismissive, and it kind of bothered him. but he didn’t want to press on about it, so he just keeps quiet.

“alright. i’ll start with… the cerebrum,”

he says, starting to write down notes. you jolt up, confused as hell on what that was.

“the what now?”

he pauses at your question, his pen hovering midair. he blinks for a moment, a little surprised that you didn’t know what it was.

“...the cerebrum,”

he explained,

“it’s the largest part of the brain.”

you chuckle,

“o-oh, i knew that..!”

han raised his eyebrow slightly at your response, but decided not to question it. he continued jotting down notes instead.

“right…”

he starts writing again,

“anyways, the cerebrum is responsible for processing sensory information, and it controls things like… the central nervous system, motor functions.“

you didn't really want him to blabber on about some random part of the brain, so you swiftly replied,

“okay, well, i’m gonna do the frontal lobe.”

he nods, still a little bit confused at your lack of knowledge in biology. he was well-aware that you weren’t the brightest in academics, but seriously, you don’t know what the cerebrum is? he pushes that thought aside, and continues to take notes for his half.

after a moment, he glances at your notes on the frontal lobe.

“you know the difference between the frontal lobe and the occipital lobe, right?”

“what’s the occipital lobe..?”

he almost facepalmed, but he managed to hold himself back. how don’t you know what any of these are?

he rubs his temples and explains as he takes notes.

“the occipital… it’s the part of the brain responsible for visual processing. the frontal lobe makes decisions, controls voluntary behaviour, and manages emotions.”

you nod, finally remembering (not) what the difference between the two lobes were.

“ah, that thing!”

han almost let out another sigh. he was seriously so confused about why you don’t know this stuff. it’s basic knowledge. he went back to taking notes after that, trying to ignore your lack of intellectuality.

as you wrote, your hand bumped into han’s. his notes screech to a halt the second your hand touched his. he froze in place for a second in surprise, and his gaze drifted to your hand that was so lightly touching his. he almost forgot how to breathe for a moment.

he glanced down at your hand, and then at himself. his face was flushed a light red, now incredibly flustered at the feeling of your hand. he tried to focus on taking notes but with your hand so close to his, it was proving to be a struggle.

after a few moments of awkward tension between the two of you, his notes are still at a stand-still. his hands trembled a bit from the fact he was barely even focusing on his notes. he couldn’t help but constantly steal glances at your hand that was still lightly touching his, trying so hard to keep his composure in check.

eventually, your hand moved away, since you had to move onto the next page of your notebook. han can’t say that he wasn’t disappointed when your hand moved away. he almost wanted to reach out and grab your hand back, but he’s able to hold himself back. taking the deep breath, he tries to focus on his notes again, but that’s proving to be.. difficult.

“han?”

he was snapped out of his thoughts, and he looks up at you upon hearing his name.

“yeah?”

“does this make sense?”

you ask, showing him your work so far. he blinks, and looks over at the notes you took for the frontal lobe. after examining them for a moment, he nods softly.

“yeah, it makes sense. good job.”

hearing him praise you made you feel some sort of accomplishment, so you give him a big smile and keep writing, now in the right mindset to work.

han smiled softly, and he felt his cheeks heating up once more as he looked at your face. just looking at you was enough to leave his heart pounding like crazy. he pushed his notes aside, trying to compose himself.

“…anytime.”

he continues to look at you as you return to your work, admiring your face and your dedication. he could barely focus on his work anymore, his mind completely occupied with you. he lets out a soft sigh, and runs a hand through his hair, not realising that he was still so deeply flustered. he glances at you again, stealing a quick moment to take in all of your facial features. you were so damn cute.

at the end of class, and since it was last period, you decide to ask han,

“hey um.. do you want to come to my house for us to finish our work? or maybe we could go to yours?”

he almost forgot how to take a damn breath at the question. did you really just ask him to come to your house? he nods almost immediately, and replies almost too enthusiastically.

“uh, sure. we can go to my house if you want! my pleasure!”

you nod and he nodded as well, still trying to process the fact that you were going to be coming to his house. he began to pack up his stuff, and once he was done, he glanced over at you.

“ready to go?”

“yep!”

he grinned, and hoisted his bag over his shoulder.

“alright. let's go, then.”

he got up from his desk, and motioned for you to follow him.

as the two of you walked side by side, han struggled to keep his composure at the fact that the pretty and popular girl of the school was next to him right now. he kept stealing glances at you every few seconds, admiring your features. he didn't even realise how much time he was wasting just staring at you.

after what seemed like an excruciatingly long walk to han, the house finally came into view. he paused when they got in front of it and looked at you.

“well, this is my house... you can come in if you want. my parents aren't here, so... yeah.”

“nice house.”

he chuckles at your compliment. he hadn’t expected you of all people to be saying such a thing to him.

“thanks. c’mon, let’s go inside.”

he held the door open for you and he followed in after you, closing the door after him. once the two of you were inside, he turned to you,

“you can take a seat on the couch. i’m just gonna go to my room for a sec and grab something real quick, alright?”

you nodded and settled yourself in, grabbing your backpack and taking out all the things necessary for the project.

once han entered his room, he glanced over to his spiderman suit that was neatly hung up in the wardrobe. he knew he had to hide it so you wouldn’t find it. he was worried you’d find out his identity, so he tried to hide it between his regular-day clothes.

after that, he took a deep breath to try and calm his nerves. he made his way out of the room and into the living room, where you were sitting on the sofa. he smiled when he saw you and walked over to sit next to you.

after a long while of working on the project, you hear a blood-curdling scream. you look at han and he snaps out of his thoughts and frowns in concern, hearing the screams from outside.

“what the..?”

he looks over at the window, trying to see what was causing those noises. you sigh and tap him on the shoulder,

“hey, it’s okay, spiderman will save them.”

he freezes for a second, hearing you mention the name of his alter ego like that. he almost panics for a moment, but he quickly composes himself and looks at you.

“yeah.. right, he can handle it.”

he tries to sound casual, but inside he was absolutely losing his mind, since he was spiderman.

han heard the scream again, and he could tell that whoever was screaming definitely needed help. he looked at you, and internally panicked. what should he do? he couldn’t just leave you here on your own, but he had to go help. he made a split second decision and got up from the sofa.

“uh, i gotta go check on something real quick. i’ll be right back, alright?”

“sure!”

he rushed out the room and into his room, and shut the door.

“oh god, oh god, oh god..”

he muttered to himself, frantically opening the wardrobe to grab his spiderman suit. he changed into the suit as quickly as possible, putting on the mask and everything within a flash.

he rushed out of his room and quickly opened the window in the hallway, slipping out and onto the fire escape. he quickly swung out into the streets, heading toward the location of the screaming.

he swung along the rooftops, desperately trying to find the source of the screaming. the closer he got, the more he could hear the screams becoming more desperate and urgent. panic coursed through him at the thought of what might be happening to whoever needed help.

he finally spotted the scene, and his heart sank when he saw a woman being attacked by a group of men. adrenaline pumping through his veins, he gets down from the rooftop and lands in an alleyway, facing the thugs who were surrounding the poor woman.

he takes down the thugs without breaking a sweat, effortlessly dodging their punches and kicks. the thugs were no match for him, and eventually, they were all unconscious on the ground. he was breathing heavily from the adrenaline, but he could feel a wave a relief wash over him that he saved the woman in time.

“thank you, kind sir,”

the woman mumbles. han, or should i say spiderman, smiled softly behind the mask, and bowed his head to the woman in acknowledgment of her thanks. he made sure that she was alright before he turned away and swung back up to the rooftops once more.

he slipped in through the window and into his room, taking his mask off and letting out a huge sigh of relief. he changed out of his suit and back into his normal clothes, trying to calm his racing heart. that was way too close, way too close.

you were getting extremely worried. what was han doing in there? was he okay? so you called out,

“han? are you okay?”

he paused, and looked up when he hears you call out to him. he takes a moment to compose himself before responding, trying to keep his voice casual.

“y-yeah, i’m fine. why do you ask?”

“you’ve been in there for a while now.”

he rubs the back or his neck awkwardly, trying to come up with a quick excuse. he can’t tell you the fact that he just fought some bad guys in an alleyway..

“ah, yeah. i just needed to… use the bathroom. that’s all. heh..”

“oh, okay.”

he smiled weakly, hoping you’d bought the excuse. he felt a pang of guilt, lying to you so quickly and easily like that. he shook it off though, as he doesn’t have any choice but to keep this a secret from you. he walked back into the living room.

“anyway, sorry about that. let’s get back to work, yeah?”

“hey, can i borrow a pen from your room? mine ran out.”

he nodded at your request, he still felt nervous about what you might potentially find if he lets you go into his room on your own.

“sure, you can go in there and grab a pen. they’re in the first drawer in my desk.”

han watched as you got up and walked over to his room, and he immediately panics. what if you found his suit? that was the one thing he absolutely could not let you see. he tried to stay calm and casually watch you go into his room, internally praying that you wouldn’t look in the wrong places.

as you entered han’s room, the first thing your eyes landed on was the spiderman suit that was not-so neatly spread out over the bed. you freeze in your tracks, confusion and curiosity filling your mind.

“what the hell?”

your reaction had han jolted up from the sofa and rushing into his room to see what you were looking at. his face paled when he sees you looking at the suit, his heart dropping to his stomach at the thought of you discovering his secret.

but to his surprise, you say,

“you like to cosplay?”

he panics, desperately trying to think of an explanation for having a fully functional spiderman suit sitting on his bed.

“u-um, yeah! yeah, i like to cosplay...”

“cool.”

you say, before getting a pen out of han’s drawer. he let out a sigh of relief internally, glad that you seemed to have accepted the explanation so easily. he watched as you grabbed a pen from the drawer, and he slowly relaxed a bit at that fact you didn’t question it any further.

but suddenly, his spidey senses went off right before you even dropped the pen, and immediately he turned his head to you and caught the pen in an instant before it fell to the ground. he hands you the pen and you mumble,

“that was fast..”

he laughed awkwardly, still trying to keep up his composure in front of you. he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly,

“y-yeah, i just... have good reflexes, i guess.”

he could see the suspicion slowly beginning to form in your expression, and he mentally panicked even more. he was trying so hard to keep his cool and act normal, but it was getting harder with each passing second. he had to think of something quick before you started asking too many questions, but it was too late.

“where’d you buy this costume?”

you ask, crossing your arms, making han feel like he was being interrogated. he was caught off guard by your question, and he stutters for a moment, trying to come up with a plausible answer.

“u-uh, i ordered it online. it was really expensive, but it's... top quality, y’know?”

you pressed on further,

“what store?”

he hesitated momentarily, racking his brain for a possible answer. he couldn’t tell you the truth, that’s for sure. so he blurted out the first retail store name that came to mind at that moment.

“uh, amazon. yeah, i got it on amazon.”

this time, you stay in silence. han let out a soft sigh of relief, internally thankful that you seemed to have accepted his answer without any doubt. he gave you an awkward smile, still trying to act nonchalant.

“yeah, so uh, you got the pen. i guess we should get back to studying, huh?”

“but not even amazon has such good quality like this,”

you say. han’s heart dropped at your reply, and he curses himself internally for picking such a bad lie. he's starting to panic even more now, trying desperately to come up with another excuse.

“uh, well... i, y'know... customized it a bit. yeah, i bought the base costume and then made some adjustments myself.”

as you stared longer, you noticed a few clumps of what seemed like spider webs on the fingers of the so-called costume, just like spiderman’s web.

“is that spider web on the fingers?”

damn. you noticed that little detail. he nodded in response, still trying to sound as casual as possible.

“yeah, i put that on there myself. it makes the costume look more realistic, y’know?”

even more suspicious, you raised your eyebrow. sure, han was always a bit nervous at times, but he was practically sweating at this point.

“are you.. who i think you are?”

his heart stopped, and he felt a wave of panic shoot through him at your question. he knew there was no way he could deny it now, not after everything that just happened. he hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly, his face pale with anxiety.

“y-yeah... i’m..”

he took a deep breath and spoke again, his voice barely above a whisper.

“...i’m spiderman.”

he stood there in silence after confessing his secret, waiting for your reaction. his heart was pounding so hard that he could hear the sound of his own blood rushing in his ears. he was terrified of what you might think of him now that you know the truth.

“you know,”

you say, getting confident now,

“i’ve always had a crush on spiderman, so i guess i have a crush on you now.”

his heart fluttered at your confession, and he blushed heavily as he processed your words. he couldn’t believe that you’re not just accepting his secret, but also admitting to having a crush on him.

“y-you... you’re not joking, right? this isn’t a prank or something?”

“you are so cute~”

his cheeks turned into an even deeper shade of red at your comment, and he felt a rush of emotions coursing through him. no one had ever called him cute before, especially not after knowing he was spiderman.

“you... you think i’m cute? really?”

han’s head snapped towards the sound of a window crashing, and his eyes widened with alarm. he instinctively put a hand on your arm, his expression turning serious.

“stay here. i need to check what that was.”

he quickly slipped into his spiderman suit, his mind focused on the situation at hand. he can’t help but feel worried about leaving you alone, but he shakes off the thought, knowing that he has a job to do.

he rushed out of his room and towards the source of the crash, his senses on high alert. he arrived at the scene in a matter of seconds, seeing that it was the result of a break in. the window was smashed open, glass scattered on the floor.

the intruder was caught off guard, and they turned around to face him. their eyes widened in surprise when they see the sight of spiderman in front of them. they quickly try to compose themselves and raise their hands in a surrendering gesture.

“i just... i was just looking for some money. i don’t want any trouble, i swear.”

han narrowed his eyes, not trusting a word the intruder says. he knew better than to let them off easily.

“yeah, right. i’ve heard that excuse before. what's your real motive here?”

the intruder tries to bolt out of the door, but han's quick reflexes and webbing stops him in his tracks. they look up to see spider-man hanging upside down on the roof, a smirk on his face.

“going somewhere?”

the intruder tries to break free from the webbing, but it's no use. they’re completely trapped.

“shit.. let me go, man! come on!”

han tsked at them, shaking his head in mock disappointment.

“nope, not happening. you’re not going anywhere until the cops get here.”

the intruder panicked when they heard the mention of cops, trying even harder to break free from the webbing.

“no no no, please don’t call the cops, man. i’ll do anything, please!”

he watched as the cops take away the intruder, feeling a sense of satisfaction that justice has been served. he turns his attention back to his surroundings, making sure everything is now safe and secure.

he glanced up towards his bedroom window and sees you standing there, watching him.

he chuckled softly as you came down to the porch, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of you being so close to him. he was still hanging upside down from the webbing, his eyes locked onto yours.

“you know, most people would be scared to approach me while i’m hanging upside down like this.”

you don’t know who or what possessed you to do so, but you kissed him, hard and deep, and full of passion.

han’s eyes widened in surprise as you kissed him, his heart skipping multiple beats at the unexpected action. the feeling of your lips on his was electric, and he completely forgets about being upside down for a moment. he kisses you back, his hand instinctively moving to your waist to pull you closer, the other still gripping the webbing.

he broke away from the kiss, panting slightly as he looked into your eyes. he couldn’t believe what just happened, and his cheeks were flushed with a mix of excitement and surprise.

“gosh... you... you really just did that.”

but you weren’t done with him yet. you tore the mask off of his face and kissed him yet again. he let out a soft gasp as you did so, his heart pounding in his chest. he was completely lost in the moment, his senses overwhelmed by the feeling of your lips on his again. he kissed you back hungrily, landing on the ground with a whoosh before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you even closer to him.

he couldn’t believe that this was happening, that you were actually kissing him like this. his mind was racing with a million thoughts, but none of them matter at the moment. all that mattered was the feeling of your lips on his, the warmth of your body against his.

after a while, han reluctantly pulled away, his and your lips were bruised as hell. han whispers,

"don’t you think it’s weird that i’m spiderman? or.. i don't know, too much to handle?”

“no, it’s cool.”

he let out a sigh of relief, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders. he was expecting a lot of different reactions, but this was definitely not one of them.

“i’m... i’m glad. i was kinda worried you’d be freaked out, or think i’m a total freak for being spiderman.”

“it’s still kind of strange how you’re completely different at school.”

he chuckled softly, running a hand through his hair nervously.

“yeah, well, sometimes the really hot girl needs to know that the really geeky guy.. isn’t just a geeky guy.”

you chuckled,

“you’re calling me really hot now, huh?”

he blushed slightly at his own words, realizing what he just said.

“m-maybe i did..”

[goblin-jr]

Between a Rock and a Hard Place

pairing: clark x reader

summary: y/n gets blasted with meteor shards, clark (literally) can't get any closer to save her.

words: 4.4k

a/n: i am so glad the tom welling renaissance is upon us

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The Torch office buzzed with the usual energy of an afternoon at Smallville High. Stacks of old newspapers were piled against the walls, the smell of fresh ink lingering in the air. Chloe, seated at her desk, tapped away at her keyboard with practiced ease, while Pete leaned back in his chair, flipping through the latest addition to the infamous Wall of Weird.

“So, let me get this straight,” Pete said, shaking his head. “This guy gets struck by lightning, falls into a coma for three months, wakes up, and now he can hear people’s thoughts?”

Chloe grinned, pushing a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “Smallville never fails to deliver. I’d say it’s a classic case of meteor freak syndrome.”

Clark Kent, leaning against the desk with his arms crossed, smirked. “And you’re sure he’s not just really good at guessing?”

Before Chloe could respond, the door to The Torch office swung open, and Y/N strolled in, a bright smile on their face. “Talking about the latest addition to the Wall of Weird without me? Rude.”

Pete grinned. “You know us, always knee-deep in the strange and unusual.”

Chloe gestured to the board dramatically. “It’s a gift.”

Y/N chuckled, walking over to take a look at the latest entry. “Mind reading, huh? Sounds like the plot of a bad teen drama.”

Clark chuckled along with them, but there was a softness in his gaze as he watched Y/N. They caught his eye, and for a fleeting moment, the air between them changed. It wasn’t obvious, nothing overt, but there was something there—an unspoken awareness, a hesitation that hinted at something deeper.

Pete, ever the instigator, leaned forward with a knowing smirk. “You guys ever notice how Clark always smiles the most when Y/N’s around?”

Chloe turned from her computer screen with an amused look. “Oh, definitely. It’s like clockwork.”

Clark, instead of getting flustered, simply shrugged, his smirk growing. “Can you blame me?”

Y/N rolled their eyes but couldn’t help the small smile playing on their lips. “You guys are hilarious.”

Pete wiggled his eyebrows. “We try.”

Chloe, sensing an opportunity to move things along before Clark turned into a full-blown tomato, clapped her hands together. “Anyway! Y/N, do you still want to check out that crime scene after school? I heard from my contact at the police station that something weird went down.”

Y/N perked up, curiosity lighting their expression. “Oh, absolutely. I live for ‘something weird.’”

Clark frowned slightly. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

Chloe smirked. “Relax, Boy Scout. It’s just a little investigative journalism.”

The school bell rang, signaling the end of their free period. Clark took the opportunity, straightening up and turning to Y/N. “I can walk you to class.”

Y/N tilted their head, amused. “Oh? You don’t think I can find my way on my own?”

Clark shrugged, his signature shy smile appearing. “I just figured, you know, since we’re headed in the same direction…”

Pete let out an exaggerated sigh. “Man, just admit it already.”

Clark shot him a look before turning back to Y/N, who only laughed before nodding. “Lead the way, Kent.”

As they walked out of The Torch office together, Chloe and Pete exchanged a victorious glance. Some things, after all, didn’t require a meteor freak’s mind-reading abilities to see.

–

Y/N’s phone buzzed against her palm just as she was about to leave for The Torch. She glanced down at the screen. Chloe: Crisis with tomorrow’s edition. Gotta reschedule crime scene sneak-around. Sorry!

Y/N sighed, rolling her eyes fondly. She should’ve known Chloe would get caught up in some last-minute journalistic emergency. Still, that left her with an entire evening free. She bit her lip, debating for a second before pulling up Clark’s contact and hitting call.

It barely rang once before his voice came through, warm and easy. “Hey, Y/N. What’s up?”

“You busy?” she asked, already guessing the answer.

“Little bit,” Clark admitted. “Dad’s got me helping with some stuff on the farm. What’s up?”

Y/N shifted on her feet. “Well, since Chloe bailed, I figured I’d see if you wanted to hang out.”

There was a pause, then the sound of Clark exhaling like he hated saying no. “I want to, but I can’t get away just yet. How about we meet up later?”

She smiled at that, picturing him running a hand through his hair like he always did when he was torn between responsibilities and spending time with her. “Alright, Boy Scout. Later it is.”

Clark chuckled. “Boy Scout, huh?”

“You tell me, Kent. Are you wearing plaid right now?”

A beat of silence. “...Maybe.”

Y/N laughed. “Then the nickname stays. See you later.”

After hanging up, she stared at the screen for a moment. She could just stay home, wait for Clark to be free. Or… she could go check out the crime scene on her own.

Her curiosity won out.

–

The scene was a burned-out husk of what used to be an old auto shop on the outskirts of Smallville. Police tape crisscrossed the entrance, but it was quiet now, no officers in sight. Perfect.

Y/N ducked under the tape, stepping carefully over loose debris. The air smelled of scorched metal and something chemical, and every shadow seemed to stretch just a little too long. She ignored the shiver crawling up her spine and pressed forward.

At first glance, it just looked like a regular fire. But something didn’t sit right. She crouched near the remains of a shattered workbench, running her fingers over the charred edges. The burn patterns were strange, too precise.

Then she saw it.

Amongst the rubble, half-buried under twisted metal, was something glowing. Faintly.

Y/N’s heart pounded as she reached for it. The light pulsed, a deep green, refined and sharp. Meteor rock.

Smallville was no stranger to these things, but this one was different. More polished, more concentrated than the fragments that littered the town. As soon as her fingers brushed its surface, a jolt of energy shot through her arm, like static electricity but deeper, crackling beneath her skin.

The floor creaked behind her.

She whirled, but before she could react, a loud boom erupted from somewhere in the back of the shop. A shockwave tore through the air, sending her flying. The world blurred—fire, debris, heat—before she hit the ground hard, her vision flickering.

Her skin burned. Not from the fire, but from inside. Like something was crawling through her veins.

Then—darkness.

–

Each breath burned.

Y/N’s limbs felt like they were moving through molasses, her muscles aching with every step forward. The night air was crisp against her damp skin, but it did nothing to cool the feverish heat lingering beneath the surface. The burning in her veins had faded, but in its place was something almost worse—a weight, a fog thick enough to make her thoughts sluggish, her vision swim.

She needed help.

Clark’s farm was closest. If she could just get there…

Each step forward was a battle. Her legs wobbled beneath her, her muscles aching like she’d run a marathon, but she pushed forward. The flickering glow of Smallville’s streetlights faded behind her as she stumbled onto the dirt road leading to the Kent farm.

It was quiet except for the steady rhythm of crickets in the distance and the occasional hoot of an owl. The peacefulness of the countryside stood in stark contrast to the chaos surging inside her.

Her hands trembled. She flexed her fingers, watching the way her skin seemed to shimmer faintly in the dim light. The effect was subtle, almost imperceptible, but it was there. Something inside her had changed.

Two miles.

It felt like an eternity.

By the time she reached the weathered red barn, her vision was swimming. The soft glow from the house in the distance was warm, inviting. She could go straight there.

But she didn’t.

Her body moved on instinct, guiding her toward the barn instead—toward Clark.

The large doors creaked as she pushed them open, the scent of hay and earth filling her senses. The loft seemed impossibly far away, the stairs an obstacle she barely had the strength to conquer, but she climbed.

She gritted her teeth, gripping the wooden railing as she pulled herself up, each step more taxing than the last.

One more.

Another.

Her arms gave out just as she reached the top, her knees hitting the floorboards with a dull thud.

The loft was quiet, moonlight filtering in through the windows, casting long shadows over the worn-out couch and the wooden floorboards. Clark sat near the edge, a book in hand, his flannel sleeves rolled up as he flipped absently through the pages.

At the sound of her collapse, his head snapped up.

“Y/N?” His brows furrowed in concern as he tossed the book aside and stood. “What—”

She reached for him.

Something inside her screamed for comfort, for stability, for him.

“Clark,” she choked out, her voice weak. “Something’s wrong.”

She expected him to rush forward like he always did. To scoop her up in his arms without hesitation, to be the rock she could lean on. But instead—

He stumbled back.

His face contorted in pain, his breath hitching sharply as he clutched his chest.

“No,” he gritted out, shaking his head. “I—I can’t—”

Confusion twisted inside her, layering over the dizziness already clouding her mind. “What…?”

She tried to move closer, but he staggered back even further, his body curling inward like he was sick.

Y/N froze, horror creeping in.

“What’s happening?” Her voice cracked. “Clark, what’s wrong?”

He gritted his teeth, his fingers digging into the wood of the railing behind him like he needed something to hold himself up. His breathing was ragged, his normally strong posture trembling beneath some unseen force.

“It’s you,” he rasped, squeezing his eyes shut. “It’s—whatever happened to you. I can’t be near it.”

Her stomach dropped.

She looked down at herself, at her hands, her arms—she wasn’t glowing anymore, wasn’t burning. She felt off, but she wasn’t—

“I don’t understand,” she whispered, voice barely above a breath.

Clark swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. His eyes were pained, conflicted. “Y/N… I need you to listen to me.” He winced again, pressing a hand to his chest. “You need to go inside. My parents—they’ll explain everything.”

She didn’t move.

None of this made sense.

Clark—the person who had always made her feel safest, the one who had been there through everything—was afraid to come near her.

Her heart pounded against her ribs, a mix of fear and frustration bubbling up in her throat. “No,” she said, shaking her head. “Not until you tell me what’s going on.”

Clark clenched his jaw.

“You’re hurting,” she pushed. “Because of me? How? Why?”

His lips pressed into a tight line, his breath coming faster.

“I can’t tell you,” he admitted, voice breaking slightly. “Not yet.”

Her stomach twisted.

Clark had secrets. She knew that. There had always been moments when he was just a little too fast, a little too strong, moments where things didn’t quite add up. Once upon a time, Clark had told her one of the things he liked about her was that she didn’t pry the way his other friends did. That she was content with secrets.

But now, standing here, this was different.

This was a wall between them.

And she didn’t know how to tear it down.

Her body swayed slightly, exhaustion sinking deep into her bones. She was too drained to argue, too overwhelmed to think.

“Please,” Clark tried again, his voice softer, pleading. “Just go inside. Let my parents help.”

She swallowed hard.

Her head was still clouded, her limbs still aching. If she pushed too much, she’d collapse again, and Clark—he couldn’t even catch her if she did.

That thought alone sent a pang through her chest.

So she took a breath.

And she nodded.

Without another word, she turned on shaky legs and made her way toward the ladder, gripping the rungs harder than she needed to. Each step downward felt heavier, the weight of uncertainty pressing against her shoulders.

–

Clark followed Y/N at a careful distance, unable to approach too close for fear of hurting her. The last thing he wanted was to make things worse, but he couldn’t help but feel helpless as he trailed behind her. The Kent farm seemed so peaceful from a distance, but up close, it always had a strange, intense energy, especially now.

Y/N stumbled toward the house, gasping for air. Every step seemed to cause her more pain, but she kept moving, trying to hold herself together. When she reached the door, she almost collapsed, but with great effort, she pushed it open.

Inside, Clark’s parents were in the kitchen, talking in hushed tones, as they usually did in the early evening. They hadn’t noticed yet, but Martha’s sharp eyes caught the way Clark’s face had changed the moment he stepped through the door.

“Clark?” Martha asked, noticing the strain in his expression. She stood quickly, wiping her hands on her apron. “What’s wrong?”

Clark couldn’t look at her. His eyes were still fixed on Y/N, who had collapsed into a chair by the door. The air around her seemed thick, almost suffocating. Martha immediately noticed the way Y/N was shaking, her breath shallow and erratic.

“Clark?” Martha repeated, more urgently this time.

Clark finally forced himself to look away from Y/N. “The meteor rocks,” he said, his voice tight. “They’re in her bloodstream. It’s the only explanation.”

Martha’s heart sank, her face paling as she glanced from Clark to Y/N.

“I can’t believe this is happening again,” Jonathan muttered as he entered the room. He had been out in the barn but now stood beside his wife, eyeing Y/N. “The last two people this happened to... they died.”

Y/N’s body jerked, her arms wrapped around her midsection as if trying to hold herself together, but it was no use. The pain was overwhelming, and she could barely catch her breath.

“Y/N, can you hear me?” Clark asked, stepping closer, but he stopped himself, instinctively keeping a safe distance. It hurt to see her in this state, but he knew that getting too close could only make things worse.

Y/N looked up at him, her face pale, sweat beading on her forehead. She opened her mouth to speak but couldn’t form any words. Her eyes begged for help, but the words never came.

Martha immediately went to Y/N’s side, her hands steadying her. “We need to get her to the living room,” Martha said quietly, her voice filled with concern. “Come on, sweetie, let’s get you to the couch.”

With Martha’s help, Y/N managed to stand and shuffle to the living room, her steps shaky and slow. Clark watched her go, his mind racing.

“I have an idea,” Clark said suddenly, his eyes intense. “The spaceship in the cellar... It neutralized the meteor rocks once before, when Tina Greer tried to take my place. Maybe it will work for Y/N too.”

Jonathan’s expression shifted immediately, his brow furrowing. “Clark, absolutely not. We can’t risk exposing the ship. This could reveal everything.”

“I know,” Clark said, his voice raw with emotion. “But it’s the only chance we have. We can’t just let her die.”

Jonathan’s face softened, but he didn’t back down. “You’re talking about revealing everything. You’re talking about putting us all in danger.”

“I get that, Dad,” Clark replied, his voice desperate. “But if there’s even the slightest chance the spaceship can help her... I can’t just stand here and do nothing.”

There was a long silence, as both father and son stood there, staring at each other. Martha, who had been comforting Y/N in the living room, glanced up at them from the doorway.

“Clark’s right,” she said quietly. “We have to try. It’s the only way.”

Jonathan sighed heavily, the weight of the decision pressing down on him. “And what happens if it doesn’t work? What happens if it kills her instead? It protected you, Clark. It only did that because it was saving you from Tina Greer. It won’t help her unless... unless you’re in danger.”

Clark’s heart pounded as he processed the words. He had no choice but to take a risk. The thought of losing Y/N was too much to bear.

“I know,” Clark said quietly, his eyes intense. “But if it works for me, it could work for her too. We have to try. If we don’t, she’ll die.”

Jonathan exchanged a look with Martha, her expression unreadable. He sighed deeply, weighing the consequences. Finally, he spoke, his voice soft but firm.

“Alright,” he said reluctantly. “We’ll do it your way. But we’re doing this carefully. No one can know what’s down there.”

—

Jonathan guided Y/N carefully down the steep, creaking stairs of the storm cellar. The air in the underground room was thick with the scent of dust and old wood. Every step felt like a weight pressing down on her chest, as though the pain pulsing through her body was more than just physical—it was an ache that seemed to stem from her very soul. Her skin burned with a feverish heat, and her heart raced, erratic, unsteady, as though she were on the verge of something much worse.

"Clark will be with you in a second," Jonathan said softly, though the concern in his eyes was unmistakable. His hand remained on her shoulder as he guided her, but his grip tightened slightly when they reached the last step. "I’ll be back in an hour," he continued, his voice trying to offer reassurance despite the unspoken weight of his words. "By then, the ship will have done what it can. Just hang in there, Y/N."

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest, a rhythmic thrum of panic. She wanted to say something, ask why things had gone so horribly wrong, but her throat felt tight, constricted by the weight of it all. Her hands shook, and every part of her screamed for answers, for clarity. Why did this happen? What was happening to her? Why couldn’t she stop the pain? And why had everything changed the moment she touched that rock?

The storm cellar door creaked shut above her, plunging her into the silence of the underground. Her vision swam as she leaned against the wall for support, the dim light of a single bulb casting long shadows that made everything feel far too close.

It wasn’t just the pain. It was the uncertainty. She had always felt like she had a grip on her life, a sense of control. But now, it felt like her body was a ticking time bomb, ready to explode at any given moment. Her breath quickened as her chest heaved with each inhale, but the air felt heavy, oppressive. The sharp, burning sensation from the meteor rock coursed through her veins, and her muscles tensed as if her body was trying to fight against something invisible.

The door creaked open again, and Clark’s silhouette appeared in the dim light, but the moment he stepped inside, something changed. His face contorted with pain as he staggered slightly, one hand clutching his chest as if something was crushing his ribs from the inside. His breath was shallow, labored. His body, strong and capable, now seemed like it was being torn apart.

“Clark?” Y/N whispered hoarsely, trying to push through the haze of pain and confusion to understand what was happening.

“Y/N” Clark managed through clenched teeth, his voice strained. He took a step back, his face a mask of agony. “I don’t think the ship will work with me too close... It’s... It’s reacting to the meteor rocks in your blood.” He winced, another wave of pain overtaking him, and his hands curled into fists at his sides.

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. "What’s happening, Clark? What is this?" Her voice wavered with a mix of terror and desperation, the rawness of the moment sinking in as she realized, truly realized, the enormity of what had just happened.

Clark stared at her for a long moment, slumping against the far wall with his eyes full of silent conflict. He wanted to help, but he couldn’t. His body wouldn’t let him.

The silence between them stretched on, thick with the unspoken. Time seemed to slow. Seconds stretched into eternity. And still, no one moved.

“I—” Clark finally managed to speak, his voice unsteady. “I don’t think the ship thinks I’m in danger. It hasn’t done anything.”

Y/N blinked, confusion clouding her mind as she tried to make sense of what he said. “Ship? What ship?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper, as if her words might break her. “Why are you in pain, Clark?”

Her gaze flickered toward him, and despite the raw pain in his expression, the worry that gnawed at him, he forced himself up the wall and took a step closer. Y/N recoiled instinctively, her arms crossed over her chest as if to shield herself from his approach.

“No,” she gasped, shaking her head violently, “I’m hurting you. Stay away.” She was trembling, her body stiff with the urgency to put distance between them. She didn’t understand any of this, but she knew one thing: she couldn’t bear to hurt him, especially not when he was already hurting.

Clark didn’t retreat, though. His determination surged through him, despite the agony that washed over him in waves. “I don’t care, Y/N,” he said quietly, his words thick with the effort it took to speak. “I can’t keep hiding it from you. You need to know.”

He lowered himself beside her, his breath shallow, his body still trembling. She watched him, unsure of what he was about to say, yet unable to look away.

“Clark?” Her voice cracked slightly, the fear still lingering beneath the surface.

Clark swallowed, his eyes meeting hers with a vulnerability that was foreign to him. “I’m not... I’m not like everyone else,” he said, his words coming slow, heavy. “I’ve... I’ve always known something was different about me. But I didn’t know what it meant, not really.” He paused for a moment, his breath coming faster now as he fought through the pain. “The ship... It’s... It’s the one that brought me here on the day of the meteor shower. It’s the reason I have powers. I can’t get too close to you right now, because the meteor rocks in your blood, they hurt me.”

Y/N’s heart beat faster, and for a moment, she almost couldn’t breathe. It felt like the ground was shifting beneath her feet, her world suddenly tilting in a direction she couldn’t follow. She’d heard the rumors, the whispers, the talk of “meteor freaks” and strange occurrences around Smallville. But this? This was something else entirely.

“I thought... I thought you were just another one of those meteor freaks,” she whispered, her voice barely audible as she leaned back against the cold stone wall, lost in thought.

Clark stiffened slightly at her words, but when he saw her expression, a small smile on her face filled with understanding and acceptance, something inside him softened. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned back until his back was resting against her front. The proximity made him ache, but he didn’t care anymore. It felt right, even in the midst of all the chaos. Even as the room swirled with shadows and unanswered questions, for the first time, he felt a small sense of peace.

Y/N moved closer to him, her fingers gently grazing his skin as if offering some comfort despite the pain they both shared. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you for being honest with me.”

The words hung between them like a promise, fragile and unsure, but real.

Clark’s breath hitched slightly when he felt her small kiss press to his forehead. It was soft, fleeting, but something about it made his skin burn—alive in a way he couldn’t quite explain. Maybe this was what it was supposed to feel like. To be normal. To feel cared for.

Y/N’s lips brushed his skin again, this time more than once, and the sensation sent a jolt through Clark’s entire being. Was this what regular people felt? Was it worth the pain, the isolation, the secrets? The fire in his chest flared, but in a way that didn’t hurt. It sang through him. He wondered if the pain was just part of the price of something better.

Suddenly, the spaceship in the cellar emitted a loud whirring sound, and Clark’s eyes widened in shock. A bright, blinding flash of light filled the room, surrounding them both in a wave of energy.

The pain in Y/N’s body disappeared, and with it, the fire in her veins. Her breathing slowed, steady, as if her body had just come back to life.

Clark blinked rapidly, his hands still trembling. But the storm of pain in his chest had abated as well, and he could feel something else now, something brighter, clearer.

Y/N looked down at her hands, surprised and awestruck. The glowing sensation had stopped. Her blood no longer burned, no longer felt like it was being consumed by the meteor rock. The ship had done it. It had worked.

Y/N looked back at Clark, their gazes locking for a brief, electrifying moment as they both leaned in, drawn toward something unspoken and yet undeniable. But just as the space between them began to shrink, the cellar door creaked open, and Jonathan and Martha’s heads peeked in, breaking the moment. “All good in here, kids?” Jonathan’s voice carried a mix of concern and curiosity, disrupting the quiet tension that had settled between them.

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OUGHHHHHHHHHH WHAT DO WE THINK ABT LITTLEST PET SHOP w/JUNNIE since my cat who went missing for 3 days js come back i thought of this

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ LITTLEST PET SHOPS AND BIG HEARTS 🧸ྀི — through little figurines, jun falls for you even more ( wc 455 )

[ extras ] mentions of period

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ note ! hi dani! i hope you like it, even thought it’s a bit short:( give ur cat lots of pets! :D and also this might be based on my irl experience (dropping the uglirst pet shop in the blind box but growing to love it IJBOL)

@kstrucknet ˙ . ꒷ 🍊 . 𖦹˙—

jun takes pride in knowing you.

from the basic stuff like your favorite color, food, or artist to more complex things like your favorite topping on pizza, favorite cartoon watched as kid, or that one specific candle smell you always go for at ikea.

he knows you like the back of his own hand and could point where all your beauty marks are with his eyes closed. and if there was a competition called ‘do you know this about y/n?’ – he’d win in no time.

hence, he obviously knows about your trinket obsession. sylvanian families, sonny angels, skullpanda… you name it.

it was no surprise either when you marched into the room one day, proudly announcing you just preordered a set of lps blind boxes. jun then listened to you ramble about how cute they are and that some people look at the bar codes to get the ones they want – which you found ridiculous.

and the day of your package arriving happens on random tuesday, with jun watching a random tv show on the couch.

“wanna open it with me?” you ask, bouncing excitedly in one place. four blind boxes that are in your arms are small and blue, with an lps panda drawn on them.

“silly question, baby” he hums and gets up, turning the tv off.

you display the boxes on the dining table, mixing them.

“pick two!” you order, looking at jun expectantly.

he hesitates dramatically and takes one box in the middle. then his hand reaches for one box on the left but turns right last second and picks a different one.

“okay, so i’ll take those” you say and scoop the boxes left. at the back, there’s a small list of possible figurines inside.

jun sits down and traces the small details.

“which one would you like to get?” he asks, voice soft. there are three kinds of cats, you probably want those.

“the bird”

he frowns, looking at it closer. it was kind of…

“it’s so ugly i cried when i saw it. i was on my period so maybe that’s the reason too… but it was so ugly it made me sad. like… i feel empathetic for him because no one else would want him” you explain, sitting down to open the boxes.

jun scoffs, amused by your answer.

that, he didn’t know. you usually go for cute ones.

but it all made sense - how you were considerate about a figurine’s emotions. it just once again proves that your heart is big, and that’s what he adores about you.

“jun?” you call out, seeing how he zoned out.

“you’re too cute” he just mumbles and places a soft kiss on your forehead before sitting down too.

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I'll Take Care Of You (Part 2) - Axel Kovačević x Reader x Robby Keene

warnings: none I think

word count: 1k

a/n: part 2 has arrived y'all - part 1

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I wake up in a stretch bed, in what looks like the changing rooms of the All Valley arena. I try to sit up, but a strong yet somehow gentle hand pushes me delicately back on the bed. 

“The medics said that you have to stay laying down for the rest of the day to prevent the wound from reopening,” a male voice speaks with a heavy slavic accent.

I struggle to turn my head, and find Axel–Zara’s teammate–sitting on a chair beside me. I squint my eyes in skepticism. 

“What are you doing here?” I say, my voice raspy. I cough a little bit to bring it back to normal.

“I wanted to check in on you,” he utters, fidgeting with his hands nervously. “Zara refused to come and see you and I thought someone ought to do it.”

“Oh, so you’re here to take pity on me,” I let out an unhumourous chuckle. 

“No, that’s not–”

“Hey, do you happen to know where my actual teammates are?” I interrupt him, irritated by the whole situation.

He hesitates for a bit before speaking once more. “They went to deal with Silver.”

I turn my head so that my eyes meet the ceiling again, letting out a sigh. I run a hand through my hair, trying my best to ignore the once numbed by anesthetics pain that sprouts alive yet again from my left side.

Axel must have seen my contorted expression, because he says, “The medics stitched it up. Do you want me to ask them for painkillers?”

I look at him, attempting to read into any possible deceit in his kind words, but he sounds veracious enough. “Yeah, that would be nice.”

He smiles–the stone cold, collected, emotionless karate machine actually smiles–and goes out of the room to fetch the medics. I feel something in my stomach flutter as I watch him walk out, his broad, most likely ripped back facing me. I look away, embarrassed.

A few minutes later, someone knocks on the door. I, ashamed of hoping so hard for the person outside to be the slavic boy, enthusiastically say “Come in!” to the air.

When Robby walks into the room, I can’t help but feel a pang of disappointment, something that I never felt before when Robby was around. I have liked him since pretty much forever, and my heart broke into a thousand pieces when he avidly confessed his love for Tory to me, and explained in detail how he would ask her to be his girlfriend. Amazingly, it worked, but Tory’s gone now. She left us for the Cobras. A thing I secretly admire her for. But the point is, Robby fell out of love progressively when she ‘betrayed’ us. And finally, just like I have waited for ages, a window into Robby’s heart opened for me. A few weeks ago, I would’ve sprinted towards it, yet, now, I’m not sure if I want to go through it.

“Hey, beautiful, how are you doing?” Robby sits down on the chair Axel was before. He takes my hand smoothly, drawing small circles on its back tenderly.

“It hurts like a bitch,” I chuckle, wincing as pain shoots up from my side all the way to the back of my eyes.

“Hey, easy,” he takes his other hand to my head, stroking my hair gingerly. “You kicked Zara’s ass, if it’s of any comfort.”

I laugh quietly at his comment. He always knows how to get a laugh out of me. I feel myself tearing up, and throw my head back in a desperate attempt not to cry.

“It’s okay, it’s okay to cry. I’m here, I’ll take care of you,” he whispers, his hand traveling down to my cheek.

I look into his eyes, but it’s not there anymore. The spark I used to feel when our gazes locked together. I mean, it still is, but much fainter than before. A tear rolls down my eye as realisation hits me like a blade to my already injured side. He smiles weakly as his hand leaves my cheek.

Axel walks in, without knocking first. He halts as he takes in the picture of Robby sitting next to me, his hand still in mine.

“I…brought the painkillers,” he mumbles, averting his gaze.

I instinctively let go of Robby’s hand. “Thanks.”

He nods awkwardly, and leaves the little box on the table next to the stretch bed I was in. I can’t help but notice the death glare the boys are exchanging. Axel reluctantly walks out of the room, not before stealing a glance back at me. 

“I don’t like that guy,” Robby mutters, causing me to frown in disagreement.

“Well, I, for one, think he’s really sweet,” I say.

“Oh, yeah? Don’t tell him you have a crush on him,” he teases, though I can see the hurt behind the playful facade.

“I don’t, but I think he’s cute,” I deny.

Robby nods, biting his bottom lip while looking down at me with a look I have never seen from him before. He slowly leans down, his face now mere inches away from mine.

“Do you think I am cute?” He breathes.

I feel blood rushing to my cheeks, and before I know it, I close the gap between us. His hand comes back up to my cheek, cupping it gently. He leans down even more to deepen the kiss, knowing that I am in no condition to sit up and cooperate. I smile into the kiss, but my smile is wiped away clean as my thoughts are diverted to Axel. I try to fight it, but he’s soon invading every blank space in my mind. When Robby pulls away, I struggle to put up a smile. I can’t stop myself from wishing for Axel to come back. I have Robby by my side now, and I should be more than grateful. I am. I have to force myself to be. As Robby leans down once more, I let go of my doubts and melt into the kiss. Yes, I have Robby, and he’s all that I need. What I didn’t know was that the second Tory came back, he would run to her again, discarding me like a plastic cup after being used.

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a/n: ...part 3? 😜