#we're always around each other so its just what being home smells like to me.. listen i have a sensitive nose 😔✋���

[phagodyke]

yeah I'm not gonna talk abt it am I...

[envy-of-the-apple]

hii!!

i just saw that your requests are open. 🥹

i was wondering if you'd be okay with a request for a Soul Mate fic with a short!reader (5ft - 5ft2) who wears glasses x Yandere!Bakugo?

would it also be okay if the reader was written to be very sweet and caring to other people?

if you're not okay with the request for the reader's height/ glasses/ personality being too specific, then please, please ignore me.

thank you so, so much either way. 🥹

didn't specify which bakugou:))))

Yandere!Bakugou Mitsuki x reader

Doormat

(Warnings: toxic relationship, yandere, possessiveness, manipulation)

You tried to be a kind person.

You looked out for others, you cared deeply for your friends, you tried to make your parents proud of you. Eventually, your reputation became what you wanted it to be: dependable, responsible, kind.

Mitsuki had a habit of taking advantage of that.

"Again?" Suda scoffed.

You give a timid smile. "Sorry, but Mitsuki had a bad day today, so we're just gonna stay over at her place."

"Right." She rolls her eyes. "A bad day. Let her throw her trantrum alone. C'mon, we've been looking forward to this for a month! And suddenly you're just gonna ditch me like this? Those tickets were expensive!"

"I'm sorry," you repeat, truly apologetic, "Is there a way you could get a refund-"

"It's not about the tickets." Suda cuts you off. "It's about her. Seriously, when's the last time we've ever hung out with each other? I know you're in love, but can you really not see the way she's hoarding all your attention?"

Your mouth opens and closes. You don't know what to say to that.

Thankfully, you don't have to say anything.

Hands wrap around your shoulders, and a face nestles into your shoulder. The faint smell of something sweet floats in the air.

"Who's hoarding all your attention?" Your soulmate asks. She kisses your cheek.

Suda rolls her eyes at the blatant affection.

"Hey, Bakugou." She states. Mitsuki ignores her.

"What're you doing, here?" She asks you instead. "I asked you to wait for me after class, right?"

There's an edge in her voice that makes you shift around nervously.

"I needed to talk to Suda about the concert," you reply, "and also I was thinking I could-"

"Great! Since you're done with that, let's go home then." She interrupts, swinging an arm around your shoulder.

When you look behind you, Suda is shaking her head. Your stomach flips.

"A new cafe opened. Let's go there," Mitsuki says.

"Oh?" You give her a glance. "I thought you just wanted to go home. Didn't you say your professor really pissed you off-"

"C'mon." She bumped your shoulder with her own. "That was hours ago. Don't worry 'bout it."

You frown. If Mitsuki had gotten over her gripe so quickly, you wished she would have at least told you. Then, you wouldn't had to have that awkward conversation with Suda.

"Besides, I need to treat my soulmate out now and then, right?" She traces her name on your wrist.

Ah, there it was.

How the universe decided you two were the perfect match, you wouldn't know. Bakugou Mitsuki was top of her class, head of the cheerleading squad, an extremely useful quirk, came from a rich family, made people's heads turn. You were a quirkless nobody. You always feared that your soulmate would reject you because of how useless you were.

Mitsuki just calls you hers.

Maybe that's why you were so lenient on her demanding nature.

She pulls you through the cafe doors. You let her order for the two of you because 'its your first time here, obviously you're not gonna know what's good' even though it's her first time here too. A part of you wants to look at the menu, but she's already telling the waiter something and he's whisking off. It's fine. Besides, she's paying.

He comes back later with something too sweet and way too much whipped cream to ever be considered coffee. You don't complain. It's good. Mitsuki always has good tastes.

"Good right?" She reaches over, flicking away some whipped cream on the side of your cheek before popping her thumb in her mouth. You flush at her brash behavior.

"It's amazing." You honestly say. "Thanks for bringing me here."

She gives an affectionate smile.

"I just love spoiling you, sometimes."

You look away bashfully. She laughs.

It's a nice date. Mitsuki tells you about her project, how annoying everyone in her group is. If you could, you'd listen to her talk for hours.

But someone always tries to ruin it.

You don't know him, but he doesn't cast you a glance. Clearly, he's only interested in one person. He sits next to her with an easy-going smile. Flirtatious. You frown, sucking on your straw.

"Hey-"

"No." She instantly cuts him off. Just like that. No fake coddling, no polite smiles. She doesn't even glance at him. You hide your smile behind your drink. Your girlfriend's funny sometimes.

He puts his hands up immediately, scoffing with an amused smile. Then, he looks at you. Barely a glance. You don't even notice.

Mitsuki does.

The tone instantly shifts. She hisses, red eyes narrow to slits.

"Fuck off." She says, a sharp bite in her tone. You're grateful it isn't directed at you.

It surprises him. He doesn't expect it, clearly. Her voice is enough to jolt him up as he stammers through his words. When he's out of her sight, her lip curls into disgust.

"C'mon." She tells you. "Sick of this place. We're leaving."

You frown, looking down at your drink. She's already done with hers. You're only halfway through yours.

You stand up anyway, obediently following behind her.

She's still seething. You know she doesn't like it when people look at things that are hers. You know that well. When your fingers slip through her own, she relaxes, just the tiniest bit. You give her a shy smile.

Her grip tightens around yours.

You tried to be a kind person.

You looked out for others, you cared deeply for your friends, you tried to make your parents proud of you-

What a fucking lie.

You were just a doormat. You weren't kind, you weren't caring, you just bent over backwards for people. You needed to please others around you like a dog. You needed others to love you so you could love yourself.

It's why you were perfect for Mitsuki. You were too scared to ever say no to her. Hers to mold into her own image, a perfected being.

You were made for her. Of course you were.

You two were soulmates after all. Together forever.

[gaspandrollureyes]

“𝑪 uddles in the kitchen”

୨୧ ﹕ EYCTE era, literal js light romance

୨୧ ﹕7k words

Note: This is literally VERY RUSHED. Literally EVERYTHING!! But I felt like posting it so my blog wouldn't look 'empty'.

The rain drummed lightly against the kitchen windows, a soothing backdrop to the quiet evening. The warmth of the apartment contrasted with the chill outside, and the soft lighting in the kitchen cast a cozy glow over the room. You stood by the counter, absentmindedly drying the last of the dishes from dinner, the lingering aroma of spices still hanging in the air.

From the living room, you could hear the low hum of a guitar. Alex was strumming softly, fingers dancing over the strings as he worked out a melody. It wasn’t uncommon for him to lose himself in his music, even during moments like these, where the world seemed to slow down, and it was just the two of you, wrapped in the comfort of home.

You smiled to yourself, the gentle melody mixing with the rain. It was moments like these that you treasured most—quiet, intimate, and full of warmth. There was no need for grand gestures or words; just being in each other's presence was enough.

As you finished drying the last plate, you felt a familiar warmth at your back. Alex had quietly crept up behind you, his arms snaking around your waist as he pressed himself gently against you. His chin came to rest on your shoulder, and you felt the slight scruff of his stubble brush against your neck.

"Caught you," he murmured, his voice soft and laced with affection.

You leaned back into him, feeling the solid warmth of his chest against your back. "Caught me doing what, exactly?"

"Being too far away," he replied, his lips curving into a smile that you could feel against your skin. His arms tightened around your waist as he pulled you closer, swaying slightly from side to side.

A quiet laugh escaped you as you rested your hands over his. "I'm right here, Alex."

"Not close enough," he teased, his voice a low rumble. You could hear the smile in his tone, and it made your heart flutter in that familiar way that only he could cause.

The rain continued its gentle tap against the windows, and for a moment, the two of you stood there in silence, just holding each other. The world outside seemed to melt away, leaving only the warmth of his embrace and the steady beat of your heart.

"You know," he whispered after a while, his breath warm against your ear, "there's something about cuddles in the kitchen."

You chuckled softly, turning your head slightly to catch a glimpse of his expression. His brown eyes were soft, filled with that quiet intensity you had come to love. "Yeah? What makes them so special?"

He tilted his head, brushing his nose against your cheek. "It's the warmth, I think. The smell of home. The way everything feels... closer. Like we're in our own little world."

Your heart swelled at his words, and you turned in his arms to face him fully. He was right—there was something uniquely intimate about this moment, standing in the kitchen, wrapped in each other's arms with the world shut out. It was simple, yet it felt like everything.

You reached up, gently cupping his face in your hands, and he leaned into your touch. "I think you're right," you murmured. "Our own little world, right here."

He smiled that crooked, boyish smile that always made your heart skip a beat. "Exactly."

For a moment, neither of you said anything. You just gazed into each other's eyes, lost in the warmth and comfort of the moment. Then, slowly, Alex leaned down, his lips brushing against yours in a tender, lingering kiss.

It was slow and sweet, filled with the kind of love that didn’t need words. His hands rested on your hips, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened slightly, though never losing its softness. When you finally pulled back, you were both smiling, foreheads resting against each other.

"Think we should stay like this all night?" you whispered, your voice filled with a playful lilt.

"Tempting," he replied, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke. "But I think we’d eventually need to sit down."

You laughed softly, the sound mingling with the rain outside. "True. Can’t have you collapsing on me, Turner."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he murmured, his hands trailing up your back, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.

The two of you eventually moved from the kitchen, settling down on the floor with your backs against the cabinets. You leaned into him, his arm wrapped around your shoulders as you both enjoyed the quiet, content in the simple comfort of each other’s company.

As the night wore on, the conversation flowed naturally—light teasing, shared memories, plans for the future. The warmth between you both never faded, even as your eyelids grew heavy, and the world outside began to quiet down.

And when you finally decided to head to bed, it was with a sense of peace that only nights like this could bring. Alex pulled you close under the covers, his hand gently brushing through your hair as you drifted off to sleep, his whispered "I love you" the last thing you heard before you succumbed to the comfort of his arms.

[ilovebuckers5]

.·:·.✧ Say No pt 4✧.·:·.

NIka Muhl x Fem!Reader

"I just wanted to be yours. can I be yours? can I be yours? just tell me I'm yours"

word count - 2.3k

themes:

-angst (if u squint)

-fluff

-smoking

A/N - this is kind of a filler but then again its not... I really liked writing this part tho 😋

august 5th 2023

My eyes stung the morning after. Not even the feelings of more tears helped because she wasn't here to wipe them away. As much as I wanted to wake up curled next to Nika, faced pressed against her chest. I wasn't. She was still in Paige's room. I kept trying to gaslight myself into thinking that she was down the hallway, waiting for me, but she wasn't. My eyes started to blink open to see a bunch of blankets piled up next to my face. I shoved the blankets out of the way and sat up, supporting my body weight with hands behind me. I gazed around my room looking for a sweater to put on. I finally stood up once I found a black hoodie with the UCONN logo on it. It took me forever to realize that I had slipped on Nika's sweatshirt. The first thing I noticed when I walked out of my room was a couple of the girls sitting in the lobby. On their phones, talking, doing whatever. I started looking around for Paige but before I could find the blonde, I found the brunette. Nika was sitting on the arm of a cushioned chair. Of course she decided to not sit on the actual part your ass should be on. I tried my best to look away but just the sight of her was refreshing after a night without her touch.

Her eyes were glued onto her phone that was being held by her left hand. Her right was hanging off to the side. I watched as her thumb gently spun one of her more loose rings around. I watched the way her heels was kicking against the soft material on the chair. I watched every little movement she made. And suddenly I was back at the beach. When even if she had sand in her finger nails and in her hair, she was still perfect to me and always is. Watching her silently took me back to the first night she stayed in my bed. She laid there so peacefully and all I could was watch her chest rise and fall with each breath she took. Arguments completely break me. Even if this isn't the end it feels like it. To know that there is a point in us that Nika didn't feel at peace when the thought of myself came to her mind. that is horrible to think of.

Before she could catch me admiring her, I moved my eyes to the front door when I heard KK, Ice, and Paige walk through the door holding Panda Express. Ice ran up to me holding a bag in front of me. "I couldn't remember your go to for the life of me and you were asleep so forgive me if I botched your order." She handed me a bag of food that was steaming. "No you're good I love anything from Panda." I grabbed onto the bag and sat down at one of the chair in the lobby. The smell of orange chicken and beef mixed with steam rose up to my face hitting my nose with heat. Luckily there was a table in front of me so I took out everything and set it down before throwing away the bag. When I stood up to walk to the trash can I was stopped by a strong hand holding onto my shoulder. I turned around to see Paige looking right at me "You're gonna talk to her today right? It's so insufferable to see you two not being all up on each other." I nodded silently as I was trying to forget what happened even happened. I came back to my food and noticed a bite of my rice was gone. I knew immediately that it was Ashlynn since when I looked up I saw her running away from my chair. I rolled my eyes and continued eating.

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august 11th 2023

"Did you get your shoes from my room?" Jana yelled out from across the hallway. "Yes we're good!" Today was the day that the team was headed back home. I had just finalized my packing plan and had my suitcases full to the brim. As much as I wanted to help Nika pack, she seemed like she was fully capable by herself. By the way, I did talk to her. At least I tried. In fact I tried multiple times. Each and every time I did, she either ignored me or brushed my words off.

august 5th 2023

I was back at my room now. Leftovers of my food were left in the mini fridge. I remember hearing some girls in the room next to me laughing loudly. Even though I wasn't into smoking or drinking, Nika's tipsy voice made it hard to resist. The book in my hand was almost glued to my bed once I heard her voice. I walked next door and knocked on the door while trying to think of an excuse to just be in the room. The door swung open to reveal Qadence standing in front of me. She had a soft smile on her face when she noticed it was me. Me and Qadence have always been close even if it doesn't show. Once the door was opened wide enough, I saw Nika's smile drop as we locked eyes. My heart dropped to my stomach just at the sight of her not being happy around me. Qadence let me into the room which I didn't expect. To be honest, I just went to the room to get some part of Nika's presence near mine. Qadence shut the door and sat down on the floor next to Paige and Amari. I looked around with confusion, not knowing what to do. The group of girls were clearly wanted me to sit down but the only place I could sit was of course right next to Nika. On a bed too. So I did. I mean its not like it would bother me, it's Nika who would be bothered by it. And Paige who would be amused. Azzi took a puff from her pen before handing it to what I thought would be me but was Nika. Azzi leaned over into Nika's ear and whispered what I'm guessing was something having to do with me. Nika took a hit then handed the pen to me without making any eye contact. It was excruciating to not kiss her right then and there in front of everyone.

"Alright. Take a hit or tell the truth. y/n, did you actually fuck Nika?" Clearly Paige was in a mood. My eyes widened at the very quick start to the night. I let out a sigh and handed the pen to Qadence before answering. "Yep." I tried to be as cold and blunt as possible to make it seem like I didn't give a shit, which I did. My eyes felt like they were going to pop out at how much I wanted to look into Nika's eyes to see if she was looking at me. Paige tilted her head to Azzi, indicating that she needed to ask the next question.

After a couple more questions thrown back and forth, I felt myself getting more dissociated and high. The next question was asked by Amari and it was something I did think she would ask. "I'm gonna break the rules a little here, this is for Nika and y/n. are y'all done?" the room went silent. My brain could barely think about what I was going to say so I silently left Nika to answer first. We still didn't make eye contact. The only thing I saw was her hands starting to fidget with each other. I held my breath until she spoke out. "Only if this one wants it to be." Nika tapped my shoulder shyly which sent a chill down my back. That when I noticed just how high she was because sober Nika would never be that bold after being asked a question like that. Nothing left my mouth but heavy breaths. I wanted to speak but no words were able to form on my tongue. All I could do was leave. So I stood up and rushed through the door and back to my room. This happened to be the second time that I had smoked ever so it was a bit rough when I was back in my bed. I couldn't even stand up so flipped myself over so that my face was in the pillow and all I did was cry. I got mascara all over my pillow but that didn't matter right now.

I want Nika back more than anything in the world. Before these couple days I couldn't even fathom the thought of being without her yet I still managed to fuck things up. Just because I wasn't careful? Fucking stupid. I cried for almost an hour nonstop before Azzi walked through my door. She sat herself on the ledge of my bed and gently rubbed my back as more tears fell out of my eyes and got soaked up by my pillow. The only reason I didn't answer the question was because I wanted Nika back so much that it felt like if I told her that, it would be stressful for her. I want what's best for her not for me. I probably sounded so stupid crying so hard over something like a month long relationship issue but it was as if I knew Nika for 20 years. Azzi sat there and rubbed my back for what felt like hours until I finally revealed my now even more reddened and puffy eyes. Azzi grabbed a tissue and wiped my cheeks and eyes of dark mascara. She pulled me into a long embrace which only made more tears flow out. "I don't want it to be over az." She held me close for a couple more seconds before pulling away to speak. "Then you have to do something so that she knows that."

I eventually built up the balls to stand up and approach Nika who was now running after KK who had taken her phone. KK stopped once she saw me walk out the door and head towards Nika direction. In fact, KK froze in place and just stared at me. "What?" Nika flailed her arms around until she turned around, then her hands rested at her sides. Finally for the first time in a month, we looked at each other. But this time we didn't just look at each other, we focused on each other. I felt the air in my lungs become trapped by the lump sitting at the top of my throat. I cleared my throat and broke the eye contact "Um, could I talk to you. Please." I felt the sense that Nika really didn't want to talk to me but she painfully nodded and followed me back into our hotel room. My hands gravitated to her wrists but she pulled away softer than I expected. "Nika. Can I tell you something?" Nika took her lip under her teeth and nodded. "I really love you. Like, a fucking lot." Nika hadn't even spoke and I felt a tear run down my cheek. "I would never in a million years- no in any years, want to hurt you." I looked behind Nika's eyes and felt nothing but hate with a hint of love in her head. Even if she didn't take me back in this moment I needed her to know that she meant everything to me. I would give up my life to spare her happiness.

august 11th 2023

I was loading everyone's bags into the car when I felt a hand wrap around my waist. Ok maybe not around my waist but a hand touched my waist. I look behind me to see Nika. She had tears ready to fall from her eyes. Things had eased out since the fifth but we still weren't back together. I still had the same love for her no matter what, that wouldn't change. Even though she never wanted to admit it, I could always tell when something was wrong with Nika. The sorrows of having to leave California forced me to try and comfort Nika even if that meant holding her in my arms without dating. No words were exchanged I just felt a couple tears slide down my skin that Nika's face was pressed against. My hand trailed across her back that was halfway exposed by the tube top she was wearing. The second she pulled her face out of my chest, I held her jaw with my hands and looked into her glossy eyes. "I'm...sorry." Her words were laced with even more sobs but that didn't matter. She didn't have to be sorry. Did it hurt being without her? Yes. But nothing changed the fact that it was me who did something wrong. She had every right to be mad at me. "Don't be sorry. There's nothing to be sorry for." a couple more tears fell down her cheeks but I quickly stroked them away with the pad of my thumb. I thought she would pull away now but her hands wrapped around my waist before she slowly inched her lips onto mine. I kissed back and then felt her smile across my mouth. I missed her smile.

I pulled away to peek at her now dried eyes and glowing smile. I pressed my head against her forehead and pulled her close. We held onto each other until I looked up and saw a couple of the girls lurking through the window of the hotel lobby. "Alright everyone's staring at us..." A small laugh left Nika's mouth and just that alone warmed my heart even more. Nika left to go grab a couple more bags to put in the car. I admired from afar as Paige, Azzi, and KK basically congratulated her. I leaned my head back on the trunk door of the car and I couldn't help but bring a large smile on my lips. Now the car ride wouldn't be as painful as I predicted it to be.

[bingbongsupremacy]

Strangers

Accidentally posted this one first. Oh Well. I'm working on Notice Me.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Steve from school is completely different than Steve in the back of his car at 12 in the morning. Why is it that he only talks to you when he wants something from you?

Warnings: asshole!steve, cursing, idk if there's anything else.

I tried to make this as non-specific as possible. If I happened to specify anything, please let me know and I'll fix it.

*Not Proof Read*

Based on Strangers by Kenya Grace.

♤♤♤♤♤♤

" I like being here with you. " Steve's voice is soft. He gently brushes a strand of my hair out of my face, his eyes staring into mine.

I smile at him. " I like being here with you too. "

His eyes shimmer in the glimmering moonlight. His lips curl into a smile, his teeth barely peeking through.

We don't say anything else. Instead we both stare up at the sky, enjoying each other's presence.

The air is cold but I don't mind. Steve's close body helps to keep me warm. It's moments like these I love. The world feels so safe and peaceful. No stress. No anxiety. Just us and the stars.

Steve gently draws circles onto the back of my hand. His touch is faint and tender but it leaves a patch of heat behind its path. He has that effect.

I wonder what he's thinking. When he looks at me, what does he see?

" I should get you home. Don't want you to break curfew. " Steve breaks the silence. He gently pulls my hand up to his lips before leaving a soft brief kiss on my knuckles. It's so light I can hardly tell he touched me.

Steve stands up but doesn't let go of my hand. Immediately, I miss his warmth and the smell of wood mixed with aftershave that always follows him.

Steve helps me stand up before finally letting go of my hand to pick up the blanket we were on. We make our way back to Steve's car, listening to the faint cricket noises as we step off of the field we're on.

When we get into his car Steve asks me about my day. He always checks in about my day on our way back to my house. It's sweet.

The night is over before I'd like it to be. Soon Steve is pulling onto my street and eventually stopping at the curb by my house.

It's about right now when I begin to wish the trip to my house was longer.

" Here we are. " Steve says while looking over at me. " I'll see you tomorrow? " His eyes are hopeful.

I smile. " Of course. Bye Stevie. " I open my door.

" Wait. " Steve calls, gently grabbing my arm. His other hand gently cups my cheek and brings me towards him. His eyes flicker down to my lips before making their way back up to my eyes. His breath is warm on my skin, the faint smell of peppermint lingering on his breath. He slowly leans down and his warm, soft lips meet mine.

His kiss sends shivers down my spine. Warm butterflies erupt in my stomach. I gently run my hand through Steve's already slightly messed up hair.

His lips feel desperate and hungry. His hand slides around to the back of my neck as he gently cups my head.

I want to stay like this forever.

Unfortunately, we can't. We both break away, breathless and flushed.

The cold air from my open door floods my heated skin.

A small smile breaks onto Steve's face. " Goodnight, baby. "

" Goodnight. "

Steve watches as I make my way into my house, ensuring I get inside safely. I lean against the closed front door with my ear against it. The sound of Steve's car fades away, muffled by the wood.

Until tomorrow.

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" Eddie stop scaring children. " I roll my eyes at the older boy who's mid lunge at a group of freshman.

His hands are up high, fingers spread out to look like claws. His lips are twisted into an exaggerated grin.

One of the underclassmen let's out a started yelp before dodging behind their friends. The group of freshmen moves away from us, curses and middle fingers flying towards Eddie who returns the gesture.

Eddie let's out a loud laugh as he rushes to catch up with me. " Somebody's gotta humble those fuckers. "

We stop at my locker. " What'd they even do? " I ask while spinning my combo into the lock.

Eddie leans against one of the lockers near mine. " They made fun of the club's shirt design. " He gestures to his chest where the design is currently located. " Dustin spent hours making this. That little shrimp put his heart and soul into this thing. How dare they shit on it. " Eddie's words are frustrated.

" I'm sorry, Ed. " I sigh sympathetically while setting my stuff inside my locker.

" I'm just hoping Dustin doesn't catch wind of what they're saying. " Eddie replies honestly. He crosses his arms over his chest, his eyes wandering to the boy who's chatting with his friends at the end of the hall. " Little dude's already having a tough enough time dealing with the outrageous amounts of homework they're piling on him, he doesn't need to be worrying about making a new design too. "

I've always admired how protective Eddie is over his friends, especially Dustin who he treats like a brother. He will always stand up for them, no matter how stupid it makes him look.

" There's Tweedledee and Tweedledumbass. " Eddie nods to someone behind me.

I look over to see Steve walking down the hall with his group of friends surrounding him. His laugh sends butterflies soaring around my stomach.

Tommy sticks his leg out partially, causing a passing boy to trip and nearly drop his books. This sends Tommy and Carol into a bout of laughter.

" What an ass. " Eddie mutters. " Carol and Steve are no better. "

" Eddie. " I sigh, a frown forming on my lips.

" What? They just stand there and let him do shit like that. They're bullies, just like him. They're shallow jerks who don't have enough brain cells to realize that other people in the world exist and not everything revolves around them. I mean, have you ever seen either of them stop Tommy or help someone he's fucked with? "

He has a point. While Steve might not be engaging in the bullying, he definitely doesn't do anything to stop it.

But he's not a horrible person. The Steve I know, the Steve who's with me almost every night, is kind and gentle. He's caring and smart. He's different.

" He's just complicated. " I defend the boy.

" Why are you defending him so much? " Eddie asks, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Steve and his friends pass by and I manage to catch his eye. I send him a small smile.

Steve sends me a small nod, quickly returning to his conversation with Tommy.

I've given up on saying hello to him in the halls. The last time I tried he gave me a forced awkward smile and Tommy wouldn't stop questioning him on why he was talking to me.

It's just easier to not say anything and smile. He knows I'm saying hi.

" Fuck no. " Eddie blurts. " You're with him again. "

I turn my attention back to Eddie. " Ed-"

" What the fuck? He treats you like shit! Why the fuck would you get back together with Steve Harrington? " Eddie hisses. He's never been the biggest fan of Steve. Actually, he's one of his biggest haters. When he accidentally found out Steve and I were hanging out, he lectured me for an hour on why I shouldn't date someone like Steve.

Like I said, he's protective over his friends.

I slap a hand over Eddie's mouth, looking around the make sure no one's paying attention. " Shut the fuck up, Eddie! Someone could hear you! " I let go of his face and drag him towards one of the empty classrooms. I close the door behind us.

" What the fuck are you thinking? Steve of all people? "

Anger bubbles in my chest. He thinks he knows Steve. He doesn't. Steve isn't as bad as he thinks. " You don't know him like I do, Eddie! Stop pretending you to! He's sweet and kind and he gives a shit about me. "

Eddie scoffs. " He's trying to get in your pants. Why else would he be forcing you to keep your shit a secret? Really, think about it. Have you two ever actually gone out together? Have you been seen together? " Eddie's eyes are narrow with anger. " He is using you and you refuse to see it. He barely even acknowledges you in the halls. "

" I'm a big girl, Eddie. Look, I appreciate your concern but I am going to do what I want to do. This is my life and I know what I'm doing. I don't need you to protect me from this. "

Hurt flashes across Eddie's features. " You know what, fine. " He walks towards the door and grabs the handle. " I know deep down you know he's using you and you're just too afraid to admit it. Do what you want but don't say I didn't warn you when he breaks your heart. " With that Eddie leaves, not bothering to shut the door behind him. I watch as he disappears in the crowd of students.

A sinking feeling fills my stomach. Deep down I know he's right.

But if I admit that, then I have to end things with Steve and I don't know if I'm ready to do that.

♤♤♤♤♤♤

Steve has never taken me on a date in public. It's always a late night picnic in the park or a pool date at his house.

It didn't use go bug me. I was just happy to be with him. Happy to get to know the real Steve.

But ever since my conversation with Eddie a few days ago I've started to notice the things he pointed out.

Eddie's still mad at me. He's back to talking to me but it's superficial and short. Not like how it used to be.

The ride back to my house is quiet and honestly I'm thankful for that. I need to think.

Why does Steve only want to hang out after dark. Is he embarrassed of me? Why is he so open when we're alone but so distant when we're at school?

Steve pulls to a stop. " I'll see you tomorrow? " He asks like usual.

The moon lights up his face, casting a beautiful glow over his features. A loose strand of his now messy hair lays gently against his forehead. His eyes are big and bright.

He looks so good.

" Steve, " Am I really doing this? " I actually need to talk to you. "

Confusion flashes over his face. His smile fades slightly. He picks up my hand and gently begins to draw invisible shapes on my palm. " Sure. Is everything alright? "

Here we go.

" Actually no. "

Steve tenses.

" This has been bugging me for a little bit so I'd figure I'd ask. " I take a small deep breath. " Why are we doing this? "

Relief floods Steve's face and he let's out a small nervous chuckle. " What do you mean. I like you and you like me so naturally we hang out. "

I shake my head and pull my hand away from the boy. " That's not what I mean. Why are we doing this in secret? Why won't you say hi to me in the halls? "

Steve's smile fades. " What? " He obviously wasn't expecting this.

" Why do you treat me so differently at night than you do during the day? "

My heart is pounding. I'm afraid to hear his answer.

Steve sighs. " Because...Because I thought you liked hanging out at night. "

" I do, Steve. I really do. But the problem is you don't even acknowledge me at school? I'm confused what the fuck is going on between us. " Anger bubbles in my chest.

" It's just what we've always done. " I can tell Steve's beginning to get a frustrated.

" That's not good enough. "

" I don't know what the fuck you want me to say! "

" I want the truth, Steve! I just want the truth. " I answer honestly. " I'm confused about us and- "

" I'm embarrassed of you! " Steve blurts.

My heart drops. " What? "

Steve's eyes widen. " Fuck! I didn't mean to say it like that. "

" Then how did you mean to say it, Steve? "

" I-Look, I really like you, Y/N, but we don't...run in the same circles. " Steve states slowly.

" So? "

Steve lets out a sigh. " You...I hang out with people like Tommy and Carol. You don't. It just...if we went public it would...complicate things. "

I'm not good enough for him. He's basically saying I'm not popular enough for him. What the fuck.

" Because I'm not popular and you are. " I scoff, shaking my head. " You know, you act like a dick at school and some part of me thought that deep down there was no way you were actually like that. I was wrong. You're an asshole, you know that? I never realized you were so shallow. You are just like Tommy and Carol. "

Steve's eyes turn dark. " I am not like like Tommy. "

" You're right. You're not. You're worse. At least Tommy's upfront about being an asshole and isn't tricking people into thinking he actually gives a shit about them. "

I feel like crying. I'm so angry right now.

" What the fuck do you expect? You hang out with people like Eddie Munson and his little band of rejects! " I've never seen Steve this angry before. " This was a fucking mistake. We never should've started doing this. "

That hurt. His last sentence sends a blow to my heart, officially shattering it into pieces.

For a moment I'm silent, trying not to cry. Suddenly this car I've grown to love feels suffocating. Memories of our times in the back seat or on the hood watching the stars fill my mind. What was the fucking point of all of this for him?

" You know, Eddie may be a 'freak', but at least he doesn't give a fuck what other people think. He doesn't care if others see us together. His whole life isn't a popularity contest. " I whisper. " You're right Steve, this was a mistake. Don't talk to me again. Whatever the fuck this is ends now. " With that, get out of his car, not bothering to look back when I make it inside.

Unlike every other night, Steve's dropped me off, I don't wait by the door to listen to him drive away. Instead, I head upstairs debating whether to call the guy I know I can rely on.

He's mad at me though.

But he still cares.

" Hello? " Eddie's groggy voice mumbles through my telephone.

" Eddie. " I swallow harshly. " I'm sorry. " I try not to let the tightness in my throat prevent me from talking. " I should've listened to you. "

Eddie sighs, sounding more awake than he was moments ago. " What happened? "

" I ended it. You were right. He's embarrassed of me. He was fucking hiding me to protect his ego. "

" I'm sorry, kid. " Eddie's tone is sympathetic. " He's a dick. You deserve better than to be treated like that. You deserve someone who knows you're worth. Someone who's not afraid to be with you. You'll find that person someday. "

" I don't know, Ed. I miss him. " It feels so stupid it's only been a few minutes, but I do miss him. " But I'm also so fucking angry. He's so shallow. I'm so mad at myself for getting myself into this situation. "

" You fell in love. You can't choose who or when you fall in love. Unfortunately, you fell for the wrong guy. You'll get over this, kiddo. You just need to keep moving forward. "

I lay down on my bed, staring up at the poster on my ceiling. It's a poster Steve gave me on my birthday, one from one of my favorite bands.

I don't know where I'd be without Eddie. He's different than how other people expect him to be. He's always looking out for the people around him.

" Eddie? " I whisper after a moment of silence.

" Yeah? " He responds back, equally as quiet.

" Thank you. "

I might not have Steve anymore but I'll always have my friends, and that's the most important thing to me.

[blue-sadie]

Friend Of A Friend

Santiago Garcia x Young Reader

Summary: being tess's best friend has its ups and downs but the best one being her dad's best friend

Warning: reader is 20, wall sex

Yn/3rd person pov

I smiled widely as I climbed into the car greeting them as I got in "long time no see yn" Santiago grinned as he turned to me I bite my lip blushing slightly "yea it has" I murmured.

He glanced at tess to make sure she wasn't looking before winking at me making my cheeks redder before he turned back to the front.

"Tess, yn Santiago here is picking you up from shopping ok I have a meeting so I won't be home intill late" Tom said looking at us through the review mirror "he just needs to remember that and not forget us for a girl" tess teased making them laugh.

I just grinned slightly when tess turned to me but I was kinda jealous I've always had a crush on Santiago since I was 16 I mean who wouldn't and there's been many times when I was around and the guys were to making fun of him about his hot informants.

He's always been kind to me and since my 18th birthday we've gotten a little closer when we're alone but nothing more then light touches, little flirts and playful winks, he never seems to cease to make me blush.

"Haha very funny there is none of that anymore" he chuckled making tess lean forward looking at him with wide eyes "has thee santiago gracia the player finally found the one" she squealed my heart stopped and my eyes fluttered.

He shook his head still laughing "honestly I want to but I don't think she feels the same" he murmured my hands wavered as I grabbed his seat leaning forward to see him "how did you meet her" I asked thankfully the hurt I felt didn't show in my voice.

"Uh" he paused thinking glancing to the side of him out the window "she's a friend of a friend" he grinned tess started guessing names of his informants as I bit the inside of my cheek and sat back against my seat.

We turned into the mall parking lot tess's rambling calming down as we neared the entrance "have a fun time girls" santiago laughed as we said our goodbyes I just nodded acknowledging him as I got out joining tess on the pavement she waved her dad goodbye and watched as they drove away "what shop to first".

-Time skip

I was browsing the different merch sections in hot topic waiting for tess has she tried stuff on through the corner of my eye I noticed one of the male employees watching me and following me into each row a few minutes I move.

"Can I help you with something" I asked ironic its supposed to be the other way around, I crossed my arms over my chest as I turned to him, he looked like a deer in headlights "i-i" he rubbed the buck of his neck nervously.

"I came to ask for you number" I cringed as he snuffled through his nose the sound almost making me gag "I have a boyfriend" I lied turning back to the shelf of items but he stepped towards me making me taking a step back.

"He wouldn't have to know" he spoke seductively it made me sick "no thank you" I huffed trying to leave but he caught my wrist pulling me to him he sweat smell making nose crinkle "let me go" I muttered.

What the two didn't notice was that tess was done with trying things on and saw the whole thing "hey santiago we need your help" that was all she had to say to make him speed his way over.

"I said no" I growled trying to pull my way out his hold but his grip only tightened making me gasp in pain "hey dick head" the man holding me turned his head only to get punched in the cheek by a red faced Santiago.

I stumbled to the ground as the employee released me "hey you ok" tess whispered as she feel to her knees beside me but my eyes never left santiago as he beat the creep up "i-uh" I couldn't find the words my heart was beating in my ears and my breath was shallow.

Santiago was stopped by security but released as they went over the footage and took the employee instead "come on girls" he panted urging us out and walked behind us silently "total guard dog effect" tess whispered leaning over to me but I didn't answer my eyes trained to the ground.

"Let's get you guys home" he muttered unlocking the car I took a seat in the back and just went on my phone only answering when they spoke to me directly.

"I'll see you Monday yn" my head snapped to tess who was out the car I didn't even realize we were at her house or that she was getting dropped off first, "come up front yn" he smiled turning to me, I hesitated before nodding and climbed out to get into the passengers seat.

He pulled out the driveway and headed down the street "how are you feeling" he asked briefly turning to me as we slowly pulled to a stop "i-i'll be ok" I murmured looking down to my wrist that was reddening slightly, santiago gently grabbed it and pulled it to his face laying a gentle kiss on it.

"I'm sorry I couldn't get there sooner" he said slowly lacing his fingers into mine, my cheeks became red as a tomato as I looked at our intertwined hands "I should've gone with you guys" he said slowly bringing our intertwined hands the the middle console leaning onto it as he went back to driving as the light turned green.

"I should've killed him" he muttered but I squeezed his hands lightly making him release a breath "I'm sorry" he whispered "it wasn't your fault" I said looking ahead at the road infront of us "he needed to learn some manners" he laughed at my statement and immediately agreed "yeah he can't mess with my girl" santiagos laughed ceased as those words left his lips.

My eyes immediately snapped to his "w-what" I asked my heart beat slowly increasing "i-i didn't say anything" he stuttered a wide smile pasted on my lips something I knew about santiago is he would somewhat stutter when he's trying to cover his tracks or nervous "you called me your girl" I murmured my smiled still widening.

He sighed slowly laughing to himself "yea" he paused "I guess I did" I squealed internally and shifted excitedly but sadness took over as we turned into my street "so am I a friend of a friend" I murmured "yes you are" his words made a shiver run down my spine, he slowed the car down turning into my driveway "are your parents home" he asked leaning onto the steering wheel looking at my house.

"No their away for the weekend" I murmured making him smile "mind if I come inside" he grinned towards me making me clench my thighs as I felt myself dampen I nodded eagerly unbuckling myself quickly and he did the same, he followed me inside and as soon as he kicked the door close his lips were on mine and his hands were feeling up and down my sides.

"I've been wanting you for so long" I moaned against his lips as my fingers entangled themselves in his hair "I know you have" he murmured making me lightly tug at his hair, his hands tugged off our clothes before be pressed me up against the wall "I need you now" he groaned pulling away from my lips.

One of his hands felt up and down my slit making my eyes flutter and a pleasured gasp leave my lips "shit your already dripping" he smirked and slowly moved his dick up against me, he slid it up and down my slit collecting my wetness on him "fuck" he groaned and slowly pushed in his hands moving to cage me in by settling beside my head.

My hands tugged at his hair again and a struggled moan left my lips his cock was stretching me out so much "that's it, that's a good girl" he growled and slowly started to pull out and push back in, he watched my face intently only increasing the pace when he sees my eyes flutter in pleasure or hear my soft whines.

"So fucking good mi amor" he whispered leaning down to my neck pressing his lips to my skin sucking harshly "s-shit" I cursed my knees buckling he swiftly caught me and put his hands under my thighs and lifted me up his thrusts never ceasing.

My moans were fueling his desire more, he nibbled and nipped at my skin making my breath catch in my throat, my eyes rolled to the back of my head as I leaned it up against the wall, I felt a knot form in my stomach and santiagos cock start to pulse "cum with me mi amor" he groaned licking a long strip along the hickies he littered on my neck, I nodded eagerly.

His grunts and groans grow louder as his hard thrust slightly fultered, our sounds of pleasure mixed together as we cam "fuck" I cried and santiago just growled lowly into my ear as he filled me up his nails digging into my skin, my hands dropped from his hair and I leaned my head onto his shoulder panting.

"Don't think we're done yet baby girl, you still have to make up for the times you've made me so fucking hard"

[waltwhitmansbeard]

hi! i absolutely adore your CR drabble series on AO3. could you do a drabble where either yeza takes care of veth when she's overworking herself OR they both are tired and taking care of each other? I love any sort of domestic fluff. I know you don't usually write veth/yeza, so no worries if you decide not to write this one!

The baby is crying. There's smoke coming from the oven, thick and choking. The bell over the apothecary door downstairs jingles. In the storage room, somethings tips over, crashing to the stone floor. Yeza swears. The baby cries louder. The laundry has been sitting in its dirty water for two days.

Veth stands in the middle, eyes burning and mind buzzing. She doesn't know where to begin, which emergency to address first—the baby. The baby is crying.

She moves mechanically to his crib, scoops him up and does her best to wrangle his thrashing limbs. "Hey, my little button," she coos, half-delirious in her exhaustion. "There's no need to cry." Smoke continues to billow from the sides of the closed oven door. "Okay, we're about to suffocate to death, so maybe there is a need to cry."

She needs to address the smoke situation—baking bread for the first time is not the thing to try when there are a thousand other things going on, it turns out—but she doesn't want to bring Luc any closer. She's just about to call Yeza up to come take him when her husband's voice reaches her first. "VETH, A LITTLE HELP, PLEASE."

Yes, Veth thinks. I would love some. Better to bring the baby down, anyways; smoke rises. She scurries down the stairs, still failing to quiet Luc's squalls, and she's greeted by a line at the apothecary counter, four people with baskets that will take forever for Yeza to tally up. She was always better at math than he is. She slips beside him and passes him the baby. "Let me do this. You go put out the fire."

"Fire?" Yeza squeaks, but she shoos him off. She hasn't slept in two days, but somehow she adds up every order, takes the gold, pays back the coppers and silvers, until the line is gone and the smell of smoke is no longer so threatening. She slams the register closed, and Yeza appears at the top of the stairs, sans Luc. "Are we good?"

"We're good. I short-changed that human guy, he was being a dick." She slumps against the counter. "Is Luc okay?"

"Back asleep." Yeza comes down and begins massaging Veth's shoulders. She might just pass out right here, right now. "Veth, it looks like a war zone up there."

Just like that, she's wide awake and seething. "Yeah, well, I'm trying my fucking best—"

"No, no, no." He stops, spins her around, and takes her hands in his. "That's not what I meant. What I meant was I didn't know you needed help."

She fights the urge to roll her eyes. "Of course I need help, Yez. We have a baby and a home and we need to eat and as smart as you are, you can't do basic math."

"You're right, which is why I asked you for help. Maybe you could try it sometime?"

Okay, she gets his hint. "I just...you have a lot going on. With the store and your experiments. I love your alchemy, you know that."

"I do know that. I love it, too. I just love you and Luc more."

Veth leans forward so her head is tipped down onto his shoulder. "I'm sorry. I'm just...not used to having people I can count on."

His hand rubs up and down her back. "I know," he murmurs in her ear. "But you've got us now, and I'm never gonna let anything happen to you and Luc."

And she believes him, because Yeza is many things, but he is not a liar. She lets him hold her behind the counter of their store, beneath the floorboards of the home they made together, and she knows herself to be safe.

[creepypastasomethingsomething]

Can you write something queer platonic for Ticci Toby? I’m aromantic and don’t see a lot of love for qprs in the creepypasta spaces! If I have to be specific I’d say I want some fluffy content, but if you have anything else in mind I’m open to anything! Have a great day/night!

Got it, I hope this is good eough👍Have a good night/day yourself :)

BTW, this is set before Toby's story

(Platonic) Ticci Toby x GN! Aromantic! Reader

You sighed heavily once you stepped outside on the back of your porch, the big and bright moon shining like a night light down upon its surroundings. The air was freezing cold and the wind blew only slightly, but you still had a jacket to protect you, just in case. Your hair, if it was long enough, blew in the wind and you sighed in delight at the smell of rain, as it was going to start storming soon.

I really hope Toby comes before it starts raining... You thought as you tapped your foot on the concrete ground.

Tobias Rogers was one of your oldest and closest friends. The two of you met in Primary school, before he became homeschooled, and you both hit it off really well. The two of you became close and your family always said to each other, "Just wait until they're older, they're going to get married for sure."

Yeeeaaahhh, no.

That wasn't going to happen.

In your Freshman year of high school, you had a realization that you were Aromantic and didn't really want any romance after thinking about how you didn't have a romantic attraction to anyone. You were okay with this; that's just who are and how you liked it. Toby was supportive of you, and told you he himself was Aro-ace. You were happy since that was another thing the two of you had in common.

Your family.... didn't really get it.

"But, don't you want children? Or get married one day to a pretty man/woman?" They would say.

"I don't know yet." You would reply.

And yes, you didn't know if you wanted children yet. You didn't know if you wanted to get married since that never really crossed your mind. If you really liked someone and wanted to be with them for the rest of your life, then maybe. But you didn't have any romantic feelings for anyone at the moment.

You knew that people in the Aro community could date and have romantic relationships, you just didn't think you were one of them. Being single was something you liked; you don't have to worry about anniversaries, dates, getting your partner angry, cheating or breaking up.

Having friends, like Toby around sounded good to you.

"But the two of you would make such a cute couple!" a relative's voice said in your mind.

"You two are so close, you're basically dating at this point." Another said.

"Do you want to be lonely forever?"

"You'd make a great girl/boyfriend."

"I don't understand, how can you not like someone?"

"Hey."

You were brought out of your thoughts by Toby's voice and looked up to see him walk out of the back door, and come to sit with you on the porch's swing.

"Oh, hey."

"Um, your family seems, uh.. happy to see me."

"Yeah, shit, they think we're dating secretly even when I told them repeatedly that I don't want romance in my life."

"Well, good to see you again." He told you as you began to move your feet and push the swing.

"Good to see you too."

The two of you were quiet for a bit until he spoke up.

"Are you okay?"

"I don't know, a little upset, I guess? My family tried to set me up with some guy earlier today, and I just don't know what to respond with. It's good to have you around, or else I'll go crazy. You understand... What about you? What's going on?"

"Oh, nothing too bad. Frank's been arrested and Lyra's at her friends. My mom has been drinking lately and getting drunk and... getting violent."

"Oh. Sorry."

"It's okay. I know you have my back, and going to your place beats staying at home in my room all day."

Toby smiled lightly and put his hand on top of yours. You smiled back and the two of you looked at the stars and moon together as you held hands.

You were lucky to have him as a friend.

[maooaoa]

COLD BREEZE ON A CHRISTMAS EVE

I always feel genuine love as I hear familiar vehicle sounds coming from the gate—a Christmas day. That alone is a big gift for me, an obvious hint that my cousins were coming. I didn't even remember how we started to get along, but one thing is for sure—we all met up at the same spot, our grandparents' home. 

More than ten cousins at that, and we live across different places. Some lived in Linabo, some lived in Bagong Silang, Baungon, Cagayan de Oro, and some even lived in Cebu.

As for me, I was just a meter away from my grandparents' house.

 

Seeing them in the distance, stepping out of the vehicle, my face would light up brightly like a sun. Despite being shy, I would hurriedly rush and smile at them. It just felt complete with them by my side, even so on a Christmas day.

As children, our favorite time of the day has always been the evening.

 

No Christmas lights, Christmas trees, or Christmas parols—no decorations. Our Christmas evening back then was purely about 2F: family and food. No cap, but my grandparents' house was as spacious as the width of a school building; we would play tag around the house and scare each other out.

Even with the cold breeze roaming, not a single second would the atmosphere die—silence just wouldn't emerge. As expected from the adults, they were more prone to laughing loudly than us.

 

But no one can deny, we've had more fun. I remember one time, one of my cousins fouled me. He begged me to sniff one of his fingers, and do you know what the smell is? It came from his butt. To this day, I still feel nauseous thinking about it. 

"Really? Right in front of my salad?" as a reference to what I felt.

 

Then came midnight. Midnight of December 25. The best night ever. That would mean having a feast up the ground. Not on the roof, but on the next floor. As my cousins and I stepped just one more time from the staircase, the chilling feeling was evident. 

Compared to the first floor, this was way worse because all the windows were opened. Does grandfather even feel the cold? NOPE, I don't think so.

 

Have you ever watched that one TikTok video that says that if you feel cold, somehow you'll randomly start having an attack of happiness?

 

That was exactly the best description of what I felt at that moment—as if I was looking forward to an exciting experience that could happen anytime. And I always do feel that on Christmas Eve. And perhaps that's the reason I like the evening more than the day.

 

The moment we stomped both of our feet on the wooden floor, we were surprised because in front of us, tons of food were placed on the table. Foods, like spaghetti, lechon baboy, and of course, the famous food of all time (just kidding)—hotdog with marshmallows on top. And of course, before we savored those delicious meals, we prayed to Jesus Christ and thanked Him for His birth, life, death, and resurrection. 

 

After all, He is the reason we celebrate this special day annually.

Right after prayer, every one of us, cousins, would go to the same spot and share waves of laughter while eating, and our laughter would eventually lose its volume and our bodies would go all over the place. Loud soothing laughter could be heard from the adults too; indulged in food and interesting conversations.

 

Now I'm sixteen.

And they say that Christmas doesn't feel the same way anymore. I feel that way sometimes, too. My cousins don't visit the place anymore. And what's more—our home's now far away from my grandparents.

 

Years and years, I waited 'til night at my grandparents' home every December 25, yet vehicles just passed by our gate, never entering.  

I couldn't celebrate Christmas the same way anymore. I guess these things do happen inevitably as long as we're humans.

 

Even so, I'm still grateful that they celebrate Christmas to this day, even with other people. Because the reason we celebrate is not because of man but rather because of the birth of Jesus Christ.

 

I still want to believe we will reunite. After all, it's the best to celebrate Christmas with the ones you love, isn't it?

[fangirlstorycreator]

Hey Bestie 🖤 I am back with a Valek request. I thought about a scenario where he saves us one night from some bad guys asks if we're okay but then realizes that we're blind and can't see how he looks or especially what he is. He visits us more often after that and we're slowly falling in love with each other and one day he tells us the truth about him and offers to heal us with his abilities even if he is scared that we might not want to be with him anymore. With a sweet romantic ending 🥺I had this in my mind for a while. I hope everything makes sense. Take all the time you need Bestie 🙏 I love you ☺️

I am more than exited to write this one for you bestie, we all need a little Valek 😃 I hope you enjoy, I love you too bestie 💚💚💚

Everyday was pretty much the same, well it had to be in a routine when you had your little health problem. From the age of 17, you devoped a condition called corneal opacity, it was a very serious case, so serious that you had unfortunately now suffered from complete blindness. You used to have beautiful emerald green eyes, but now according to others that had seen your eyes, they were all clouded and white, a bit like having misty white eyes instead. You didn't have either your mum or dad in your life, and no siblings, but you did have some friends growing up who helped you when they could. It did seem however, that having a blind friend wasn't very cool, so eventually it ended up being just you on your own. Luckily by that time, you had learned how to read braille, could remember your surroundings of your local town and had a stick to help navigate you through the places you had to go. You were now in your mid 20's, and everything was pretty simple for you to do, and it seemed that rumour about your other senses improving when you go blind, was actually true. You could smell things in the air and identify anything you wanted to, your sence of touch was incredible, and your tastes had actually improved too. It was like every new food was a pleasant suprise. But to your suprise, even though you were completely blind and everything was black, there were times where you has some kind of vision, almost like magic.

If you were out in the rain, the sound vibrations of the rain falling on the floor, or on someone, gave them a bit of an outline, it was like seeing things in a dark blue and misty white colour. You remember seeing many people through your rain vision, a woman feeling the rain on her face too a man walking past you in a storm who had forgotten his umbrella.

It was like feeling freedom again, being blind makes you feel trapped. No way to see the world around you, see the stars in the sky or look apon a laughing baby, it was like you were stuck. But you tried your best to get through life, however, one night, everything you knew was about to change.... You had been working in an office for a number of years, your main job was to answer calls and send them through to your correct colleagues. And the other things you used to do was write up any orders that the company needed on your desk computer. You had a little earpiece to talk to people, and when you weren't talking to people on the phone, you used it to listen back from the computer to make sure you had typed the words correctly through your braille keyboard. One night you had worked a little late at the office, so when you were getting ready to leave, one of your colleagues spoke to you. "Hey Y/N, do you need a lift home?" "No thank you Otis that's ok, it's only a short walk home for me" "Are you sure? It is quite dark outside" "Its always dark outside for me" You both share a little chuckle at what you said.

"I guess your right. Ok, give me a call if you change your mind" "Ok Otis I'll see you tomorow" And with that, you got your stick out and started making your way out of the building. You knew you were outside because you could feel the cool breeze whip around your neck and hair. You start to walk down the street, using your stick to guide your way. You recognised the noises and sounds when you walked past certain areas, there was always a restaurant to the left of you that had curry and spiced smells in the air as you walked past. And when you got to the bend before the next street, there was always a little dog that barked happily at you, you would put your hand out to the gate he was behind and he would happily receive pets from you before you went on your way. However...something was diffrent tonight. You walked to the area where the little dog was, but he didnt bark. In fact, he was very quiet until he started growling, in what sounds like a warning. You also notice that the street has gone suspiciously quiet, too quite... Feeling uncomfortable with the feeling you had, you hastily tried to get back home, it was another 5 minutes away, but all of a sudden, someone stands infront of you and pushes you to the ground with an extremely rough and strong push. "Look what we have hear Dan, a poor, defenseless little lady" "Your right Aidan, what the hell is she holding a stick for-Ohhh! Aidan, it seems we are very lucky tonight..." Your very scared as you sence both these men towering over you as you try to keep the stick inbetween you and them. Your frightened to tears, so worried about what was going to happen to you.

"Well little lady, it seems that you were quite simply in the wrong place at the wrong time..." "Please! Just take my money and leave me alone" "What makes you think its your money we want?" Dan? Grab her!" One of the men grabs your arms from behind your back, yanking you up to your feet. You try to scream but he covers your mouth with his hand, while his other arm is pinning your arms behind you. "Keep her quiet Dan! I'll make a start on her..." You can hear the other man pull out a switch blade and he punches you in the stomach with his free hand. Over and over he punches you, until you feel him press the blade to your throat, he isn't cutting you, but it feel like he's about to. "I think she'll do just fine Dan, why don't we take her back? I can think of many uses for her!" "Hell yeh Aide-....what the f#ck? Did you see that?" "See what?!" "It-it looked like something just flew above us, it was really big and dark" "So what?! I don't care about that, let's just get her in the van!" They both start pulling you across the street, you desperately trying to free yourself or scream through his hand. "Get the door Aide-f#ck man I saw it again! What is that?!" "Just get her in the god damn!- Aaarrrgghhh!!!"

You hear the man infront of you scream for his life, and you can sence that he is far away from you now, how did he get that far away from you? This man is terrified as he stands back up, shaking as he looks around everywhere for whoever's or whatever threw him away from you. "Who the f#ck did that?! Show yourself! I'll f#ck you u........Oh sh#t!" All you hear is an enormous thud as what sounds like the man being thrown against the wall.

The guy holding you pushes you onto the floor as he backs away from you. "Hey-hey look man! It was just a joke! Please don't hurt me-please!-" But just like the other time, the same sound happens again, this time with a crunching sound, almost like a bone being crushed or snapped. "RUN DAN RUN!" You hear both the men scramble to their feet and try to run away as fast as they could, leaving you on your own and shaking, or so you think your on your own. You suddenly sence someone getting close to you, you manage to sit up, and that's when you feel a large hand delicately hold yours and they start stroking their thumb over your skin. "Are you alright?" This man asked you, his voice was so smooth, and yet so calm and soothing, who was he? Was he the man who beat up those men? "I...I'm not sure...did...did you?-" "Its alright your safe now, I've taken care of them. They won't hurt you anymore. Let me help you up" Both his hands are now holding yours and he helps you to your feet, your still shaking and a little unsteady, and yet he feels incredibly strong, it's like strength is vibrating from him in waves.

Once your able to stand, you can sence how tall he is when he talks to you again. "I saw them attack you, I couldn't let them do that to an innocent young woman like you. Did you try to beat them off with this stick?" "I-I tried, but it was a little difficult" "Why? What's-" Its then that you face him and he can see your eyes, its then he realises why you needed the stick, and why you struggled to defend yourself. "Oh...oh I'm so sorry, I didn't know you couldn't see" "Its alright, I'm used to it. Did you? Did you beat those guys up?" "I did, I threw them against the wall. It's no less than they deserve for what the did to you" "Thank you for helping me, if you weren't hear...god knows what would have happened. You saved me" "Like I said before, i couldn't let an innocent woman get assulted. Might I...know your name?" "Oh, my name is Y/N. Its nice to meet you" You held your hand back out to him, he didn't shake it, instead he gently held your fingers against his hand and brought it to his lips. Kissing it so gently, like a feather, it was so sweet. You could sence again how tall he was when he kisses your hand and fingers, he had to be at least 6 ft 4, 6 ft 5 maybe? "So are you completely blind?" "Unfortunately, yes. It happened when I was 17 and I've not been able to see anything since. Oh I'm sorry, what was your name sir?"

"Trust me I'm far from a sir....My name is Valek, it's a pleasure to meet you Y/N" "How can I repay you for helping me tonight?" "Well I would like to escort you home, I do not wish to see you go home by yourself" "Escort me? I haven't heard that term in ages. Yes, I'd like it if you could take me home, I wont lie, I'm still feeling scared from what happened" "Its understandable that you are. Hears your stick Y/N, would you also like to hold onto my arm as we walk together?" "That's very kind of you, thank you Valek" Your arm interlocked with his as he walked you back home, this man was very kind and gentle with you and yet he was able to save you from 2 men who so easily overpowered you, was he a fighter? Or did he do professional boxing? Whatever it was, you were glad for it. He walked you up to your front door and you thank him as you get your keys out of your bag. "I won't lie Valek, I'm a little suprised you offered to walk me home tonight" "Why is that?" "Isnt it obvious? There are so many people who have avoided me because I'm blind. It's very rare that someone sticks around and talks to me like a normal person" "If I'm being honest with you, I'm in a very similar position to you. You cant see me but when other huma-I mean person looks at me, they either run or just plain avoid me. Lets just say that I don't look like everyone else, how can I describe my look? Kind of goth ish?" "I don't think there's anything wrong with that? Your just being who you are, you shouldn't feel ashamed about how you look or dress, if that's who you are, you shouldn't care what people think or say"

"That is incredibly wise of you Y/N, not only are you brave and beautiful but your also so full of positivity and wisdom" "That's so kind-wait? Did you say beautiful, your just trying to be nice. I have no idea if I'm stylish and I've been told my eyes look like bowls of milk, I'm not beautiful" "You have been lied to then. Who ever said this to you was just trying to upset you, which you dont deserve at all. Your eyes, they're...they remind me of pearl's. They have a vibrant shine and a unique sparkle to them, it's like looking at rare treasure" Did he really just say this to you? You have known this man for an hour and not only had he saved you, but he has complimented you more than anyone ever has. "Valek...that's...thank you...that's the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me" "You deserve to hear things like that every day Y/N. If you'd like, I would very much like to see you again. I uhh, I work till late at my job, so I won't be able to see you until night time, that is, if you would like to see eachother again?" "I would love to Valek, getting to know you would be wonderful" After that night, you and Valek would see eachother every night and spend so much time together, that a strong friendship blossomed between you. He was so thoughtful and kind, and he always listened to you when you had an issue or just needed someone to listen. He told you more about himself and how he only hangs out with a few select people during the evening, he apparently wasn't a fan of the day time, but that wasn't weird to you, you worked with many people in your job who preferred doing night shifts instead of normal hours. Over the next few weeks, Valek had been around your place, helped you cook diners for you both, and was just an absolute gentleman, and he never stopped complimenting you any chance he got. You weren't suprised that your feelings of friendship started to grow into something else, but was the feeling reciprocated? You didn't want to risk it, so you kept it to yourself.

One night, you and Valek head up to the roof of your flats building, you had been up their before when you wanted to try and view the city during the rain. But tonight, you wanted to view something else. Valek was confused as you both stood on the roof, but he trusted you. "Y/N? Why are we up hear?" "Its a suprise Valek...all we have to do is wait for the rain. I can smell it in the air, it's on its way" "You can smell the rain?" "Yes, my other senses are heightened, but....when it rains, something magical happens. I wanted to tell you before, but it wasnt raining at any point. When the raindrops fall onto a surface, my vision changes from pitch black, to a murky dark blue. And its white and mist like when it splashes against someone's face, so I'm able to make out the outline of someone's face, and even see the basics of someone facial features. Everything but the colours, and I was really hoping....to see you..." "Wow...Y/N....I would love nothing more for you to see me...but...I do have to warn you, that I'm not the best looking man you may know" "Why don't you let me be the judge of that? Its coming, are you ready? Hear it is" Small little droplets start to fall from the sky, and as it gets heavier, your able to make out things around you....including him. He really was very tall, he's all dark blue and white, his outline is huge. He let's the water splash against his face, and oh my god, you never expected this. He had a sharp chiseled jaw line, smooth and full lips, long wavy hair, and his eyes...wow his eyes were shining bright against the water droplets, he looked incredible.

"I...I didn't want to scare you Y/N, I-I should go-" "Valek" You take him by the wrist before he has a chance to walk away, and you rest a hand against his wet face. "Valek....your beautiful...."

You could see his beauty and his smile in the water, his smile was hypnotic. His teeth were perfectly straight and his smile made him look like a model. There was so much wonder between you two, it made the whole moment feel magical, it seems that Valek wasn't used to being called beautiful. He rested his hand against your cheek as he looked down at you, and you could see and sence him leaning in close to your face, and that's when you could feel his soft wet lips press against yours and a slow and romantic embrace. You had no idea how long you've wanted this to happen, so when he did finaly kiss you, you couldn't hold back. Your hands wrap around his shoulders as you pull him in closer and he deepens the kiss between you, holding you against his wet body. It all happened so fast, but within a few tence moments, he managed to get you back into your bedroom and lie you down on your back as he kissed you more and more. You helped eachother pull clothes from your bodies, even letting out a little giggle of excitement through this, then he holds you in his arms again as he lies you back down on the bed, completely naked. This was a whole new experience for you, you hadn't slept with anyone since your blindness, and you had no idea what to expect. All you knew was that the feeling of his bare body, his skin against yours and his lips kissing every inch of your lips and neck was electrifying. His hand stroked up and down your leg as the kisses got more passionate and demanding, and you cant help but reach into his glorious lions mane sized silky hair. He starts moving down your body, leaving a trail of kisses as he slowly makes his way to your stolen and sensitive clit.

He wasn't gentle now, he dived in between your legs as he devoured you like there was no tomorow. "Huh! Oh f#ck!" His tounge was already making you feel more s#xually charged than you ever had before, and as he ate and kissed everywhere you wanted him too inbetween your legs, it was the best experience you had ever had. "Oh god Valek-please don't stop! Oh god! Valek I- (screams!)"

He doesn't stop as you shake against his grip and mouth, he just loves what he is able to do to your body. Within an instant, he is inbetween your legs as he slides his thick girthy cock right inside of you, and his captures your lips in his as you gasp that the sensation. He f#cks you, over and over again, making you feel so good that a few tears fun down your cheeks. Throughout the entire night, Valek has you in every position possible to ensure nothing but pleasure, and ending with the lotus position. Where he is sat cross legged with you on his lap and he moves your hips against his groin over and over again. You had never experience this many orgasms before and you were feeling exhausted, but still so desperate for one more. He could sence that you were feeling weak, but you kept begging for him not to stop, so he held you close as he continued to trust up into you. And within the next couple of hard deep thrusts, both you and Valek finaly reach the highest peak you could get too, and your entire body is shaking in his arms as he holds you, you cant help but go limp in his arms as you finaly have a moment to stop, and he is kissing your shoulder and stroking down your back. "Your so beautiful Y/N, I've dreamed of making you feel this way for so long" "Me too Valek...that was amazing...I....I'm so...." Your so tired that you can barely speak or keep your eyes open. "Lie down my treasure, you need to sleep"

He carefully lies you down on your back and places your quilt over both you and him as he holds you in his arms. "That was amazing Valek....you were amazing...." "You were incredible too my treasure, now just close your eyes" He starts stroking your hair as you start to fall asleep on his chest. You don't know if it's because your exhausted, but you can't seem to hear or feel his heartbeat? But before you could think about it anymore, you fell asleep in his arms.

The next morning, you wake up in your bed and feel the braille clock beside your bed, it said it was 11.30 in the morning, you slept in that late? Well you did have a long night, speaking of, you couldn't feel Valek in the bed with you. "Valek? Are you hear?" No answer, but when your hand glided over your bedside desk, you feel a piece of paper. You run your fingers over it and discover that he had written you a note on your braille computer and printed it out for you. It read "Good morning my beautiful treasure. Last night was the best night of my life and you were everything I had ever wished for. I'm so sorry I couldn't be there with you, I'm afraid i couldn't stay, but I promise to explain everything when I see you tonight. I hope the day brings as much beauty and wonder as I feel whenever I'm in your presence. I'll see you tonight, love Valek x" That was so sweet of him to leave you a note, and his kind words brought a smile to your face as you sat up in bed. This did get you thinking though, how come he couldn't stay until the morning? Since you've known him you've never been with him during the day, and he never ate anything you prepared with garlic. Also? Didn't he say people got scared when they saw him? He did have an enormous amount of inhuman strength when he saved you from the two men, and you remember the time he nearly said humans instead of people, noone talks like that. And that's when it hits you, last night! You couldn't feel or hear his heartbeat! Were you really thinking this? Was it true? Could it be?.... Later that night when you were up on the roof, you were waiting for Valek to arrive, there was so many things running through your mind about what Valek could want to explain to you, was it what you thought it was? A few minutes later, you hear him arrive and walk up to you. "Hello Y/N, you look even more beautiful than the day I first saw you.....Y/N? Are you ok?" "Yes, yes I'm fine Valek. Thank you that's very sweet of you to say"

You feel him stand infront of you and take your hands in his. "Y/N, I wished that I could have stayed with you this morning, and it breaks my heart that I couldn't be with you when you woke up. Y/N when I'm around you, I feel more wanted and cared for than I ever have before, you have truly changed my life. You have trusted me and been completely honest with me since the start, and I need to be honest with you too.....Y/N.....I....I need to tell you the truth....I'm really a...." "Your a vampire" Valek's eyes go wide with shock, how is this possible? "You...you know I'm a vampire? But...how?" "I didnt think it was true at first, but my suspicions were confirmed when we were in bed last night. I...I couldn't hear your heartbeat as you held me...it was the last piece of the puzzle" "But you haven't run away? Or left? Or asked me to leave? Why?" "Valek, I cant deny that knowing vampires exist is something that has completely stunned me, but just because you are one, doesn't change how I feel. It doesn't change how you have protected me, been there for me when I needed you and made me feel more loved and wanted than anyone ever has. Its something I want to learn more about, but you being a vampire isn't something that's going to frighten me away. I know what it's like to feel like noone wants to be around you because your diffrent. But that's not the case with you Valek, your my dark angel..." "And you are my treasure Y/N..." You feel his hand on your cheek as he gives you a sweet kiss, this kiss was so tender and full of emotion, you can tell how relaxed and releaved he was that you weren't frightened of him, and accepted him for who he was. "Y/N, I want to do something to show you how much you mean to me" "You don't have to Valek" "No Y/N, I do...now that you know the truth about me, I can tell you about the abilities I have"

"What do you mean abilities?" "I suppose you've already guessed that I have super human strength after what happened with the two guys that attacked you. But on top of that, I also have hypnosis, flight...and something else...but I'd rather show you..." He holds your face in his hands and gently presses against the skin of your temples, very close to the edge of your eyes. "Valek? What are you doing?" "Just trust me my treasure...close your eyes for me" You do as he says, and all of a sudden you feel this fuzzy and warm feeling wash over your eyes, it's strange but not uncomfortable. About a minute later, he moves his hands away, and your eyes are still closed. "Now my treasure....I want you to open your eyes....very slowly..." Doing as he said, you start to open your eyes, your confused as to why he wants you to do this. But that's when you realise what he's done...you can see! The first thing you see is the stars above you, finally you were able to see what you had dreamed of for so long. "Oh my god! I-I can see! This is incredible! I can see the stars! Oh wow they're beautiful! And I can see the lights of the street lamps! And the view! And-" You spin around in your excitement and thats when you face Valek properly for the first time.

You knew he was beautiful, but it seems that the water was only showing you a little of his beauty. You smile at him as you see his soft pink lips, his impressive physique, but it's his eyes that really get you. They are absolutely gorgeous, it looks like his eyes are made of diamonds and sapphires and they are glistening brighter than any star. "Valek your...Your more beautiful than the first moment I saw you in the rain" "And I never knew your natural eye colour was bright green, it's like your eyes are made of emeralds. I never knew you could get more beautiful, clearly I was wrong" "Valek, how were you able to let me see again?" "Its another one of my abilities, I have healing hands, as well as healing saliva. I wanted to give you back your freedom, you deserve it, and I hope that I can see you smile every night as you start to experience the world again. Starting with the stars tonight, and I think we're in luck. Look up"

You look into the sky, you can see all the millions of beautiful stars, but you see something else too, it's a shooting star.

"Oh Valek this is amazing, you've given me my life back. I...I love you" "I love you too Y/N, your my beautiful treasure" "And your my perfect dark angel" He gives you another sweet and tender kiss before he holds you in his arms, as he pulls you into his chest as you rest your head against his heart. You both look up at the stars, and enjoy the pure bliss of the moment together. You finaly had what you've always wanted, your freedom, your eyesight back and the love of the most wondeful man you could ever wish for.

[jcchronicles]

March 08, 2024.

And for the first time we met in the flesh. A fine young man wearing skyblue polo under a gray hoodie and cream colored pants is walking towards me. I wanted to ask how was the bus ride? What music were you listening to on the way here? What's your first impression of me? but I chose silence and a smile. You reach your hand and I grab them, they are cold. Why are they cold? Are you nervous? I'm anxious. I just want this night to be right if not great.

We entered the cafe and headed straight to the rooftop. We found ourselves sitting in front of each other. You started off the night with a glass of mojito (you wanted the dry one but they're not available), mine's long island. You asked questions, I responded back as I did the same.

Long pause.

I looked over to my left and marvelled at this overlooking sight of the metro city lights. Smog. It's getting worse everyday. I return my sight to you and you're lighting up a stick. As you lift the cigarette to your lips, I watch the smoke swirl and twist. The ember glows, casting shadows and as you exhale, releasing the toll. The smell of the cigarette smoke you puffed out now lingers on every fiber of my cloth. I think it's my new favorite scent and I don't mind the second hand smoke I'm getting if it's coming from your lungs. I wanna breathe it in, taste the whispers of your thoughts, inhale the essence of your soul as the smoke dances in the air.

Your smile. God your smile. You have the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. How the lights hit your face that night is giving me pure bliss. I wanted to take a photo of you so it'll last longer but I got lost in the warmth of it. A few inches up from the sight of your smile are your eyes. From where I am sitting, I can see within your eyes, an ocean swells. Reflecting depths unknown and within those depths, a story unfolds. Darkness cloaks yet beauty abounds in those deep brown eyes where magic surrounds.

You talked about your cats and I love listening to every minute of it. I wanna thank Luna for always being there for you on your darkest days and also Ulan, Susan and Diego. Did I miss one? I'm sorry. Luna by cheats. I'm listening to it right now and it hits differently from the first time I heard it when you recommend it to me.

Silence. You asked if I'm okay? I nodded and said I'm okay. The truth is I am not, this week has been tough, each day really. Familiar faces are starting to dwindle in numbers each passing day. Each day I come home from work, the echoing silence from the four corners of my room are so loud making me realize how alone I am. I'm completely spent. I want to burst in tears at that moment but there are a lot of people around. Too exhausted to even cry. So, yes I am okay.

Both of our glasses are empty and now we're down to a bottle of pale each. Crisp notes of barley, subtle and light, hints of hops, a touch of malt and a refreshing breeze on a warm summer night somewhere in these mountainous parts of Antipolo City. Cheers! Each sip a journey, a story to tell of golden moments in which we dwell.

Silence. This time, a long silence. I hate myself for being like this. Words don't flow like how it would flow if I'm writing. I'm sorry for being like this. I don't want to be like this if I'm around you. I wanted to ask a lot of things from you to get to know you more. Like, what's your favorite color? Your favorite book? Karaoke song? Movie that made you ugly cry? Do you like spicy foods? Where's your next destination going to be? What do you value most? Where does it hurt? How can I help?

Silence. I asked in return, are you okay? And you said you're okay too. Okay, a simple word, yet so profound. In its simplicity there lies a world of grace a bridge between chaos and a tranquil space. Okay.

Now, our pale both stand hollow, their purpose fulfilled. The night is still young but the hour grows late and it now bids farewell. We journeyed back down the rooftop and waited for our ride back home underneath the starry dome. I wanted to give you the tightest hug I can give before we part ways and let you feel the warmth of it with every heartbeat, with every sigh, I wanna hold you close, until the stars say goodbye. I regret not doing that. The city lights twinkle in the distance as we stand right next to each other in silent existence. Jake, if you ever get to read this, I want to let you know how happy I am that a person like you exists and I'm very proud of you. In moments when your day turns gray, know that I'm here. You're not alone. Brighter days await. You have my number, just reach out if you need a hand to hold or a listening ear. We'll weather each storm together even in complete silence.

Your newfound friend, JC.

[casspurrjoybell-32]

*Warning Adult Content*

A KNOWING GAZE - Chapter 4

Ahote

Alek helped me out in the garden, he wasn't very good at weeding and for the most part, he couldn't tell which ones were weeds and which ones were garden plants but it didn't matter.

It made me smile and I was happy to have his help anyway.   

Slowly the pack grounds came to life, the wolves who were on grocery duties walked by the garden to get the old truck.

The kids were awake and some of them had wandered to the backyard to chase each other.

Older wolves had started pulling up chairs to sit outside in the morning breeze, most of the snow from yesterday had melted, leaving the floor as a wet muddy mess.   

"We're done, you can stop now," I said, getting up from the ground.

The knees of my jeans were soaked in mud and so were the gloves I had on my hand.

Alek looked up at me, still kneeling by a bush of plants. 

"Really? What are all these then?" he asked and I laughed.     

"They're not weeds," I said watching as an 'oh' left his lips before he got up.

We had a little quarrel about who would carry the bag of weeds and tools, I ended up with the basket of tools while Alek carried the bag of weeds and followed me to where we made compost.

I found myself shuffling away from Alek anytime I felt he was a bit too close, I wasn't scared of him, I was far from that.

My body just responded oddly anytime we were too close for comfort, the small pull and shiver I had felt back in the kitchen earlier in the day was still happening, they were more frequent and it was more obvious it was because of him.     

I was confused, I'm not sure why my body was reacting to him this way.

Maybe my heat was clouding my mind and maybe my wolf was just interested in feeling another pair-less one in its presence or maybe I was just horny, that would be embarrassing.     

"So many children..."

My ears perked up at Alek's words and I turned, looking away from the pill of vegetables I and another wolf was sorting out.

A small smile made its way to my face when I noticed the group of kids that had been bothering him had left for the backyard.

I had headed back to the kitchen with Alek, and he had wandered through the hallway before coming back a few minutes later in a change of clothes.

He had probably taken a shower, I could smell the thick sunflower smell from where I was.

"They're all home schooled," the other lady that was helping me with the vegetables said.

Her name was Kaya and she felt like an older sister being about three years my senior.

Alek slouched back on his sit, letting out a sigh that made my friend laugh and me smile, his mannerisms didn't suit him at all.

He was tall and broad, childish attitudes didn't quite look right.     

"Don't worry, you'll get used to seeing them around. They're good kids," Kaya said, returning her attention to the vegetables.

Unlike most people in our pack, her hair was short and cut like a bob around her face, she did her hair herself and it was obvious from the uneven chops and split ends.

We took the leaves and piled the stems at the corner and as always, they'd be added to the compost pile later today.

"You'll start wanting them around even," Kaya added, grabbing another stem if leaves to work on. 

"I guess," the blond said with a side smile and my face warmed up and I blinked before looking away.

'No.'

I made to pluck a leaf from its steam but I ended plucking it a little too close, cutting it and making it useless because if my shaking hands.

I bit down on my lip, narrowing my eyes as I tried to concentrate.

'It's the heat,' I told myself.     

"So..." Alek trailed, making me turn my gaze to him.

"Do I just sit around until they're done with the warehouse?" he asked looking from the lady with me, to me.

My eyes diverted away from him immediately.

'Why does he keep looking at me?' I wondered, pushing stray strands of my hair out of my face.

'He can feel it too, can't he?' I asked myself, looking at him from the side of my eye.

It seemed like I had zoned out for a bit, he was now talking to Kaya and it took a while for me to zone back into the conversation.     

"You could always help around. I don't think there's anyone here who doesn't want a hand," Kaya said, making me nod.     

"Oh, I'll be helping out when I can then," he said, looking away from us and out the window.

"There aren't any other packs for miles and this area is pretty much hidden unless you want to drive out into town. It seems kind of lonely. I'm guessing everyone just works all day, then they go to bed, then repeat the next day?" he asked and Kaya hummed, looking back at the stack of vegetables we were working on.

"We're over a hundred in this pack. I don't think anyone gets bored that easily here. We have hikes, the kids play games. We ride sometimes, go fishing..." she trailed, looking out the window as well.

The kids were out playing ring and pin and I watched them too, smiling at their enthusiasm.     

"What are they doing?" Alek asked, making Kaya and I turn to face him.     

"Playing," I replied, speaking up for the first time in the past hour.

"Ring and pin. It's supposed to hasten the coming of fall," I explained, and he nodded before resting his head on the wooden table.   

 "There are a lot of objects flying around in the air. Are you sure they won't hurt themselves?"

Kaya let out an ugly laugh at his question and I shook my head, trying not to cackle.   

"Where are you from again?" Kaya asked, turning fully so that her back was resting on the counter's edge.

"You're so... interesting," she said, smiling in a way that exposed parts of her lips that she didn't have her black lipstick on.     

"Russia... Siberia," he said at a go, making Kaya frown a bit before sighing.     

"I honestly don't know where that is," Kaya said, being honest.   

"Up North," Alek said. 

"Europe or Asia?"     

A small frown formed on Alek's face for a bit but it went away just as fast.

"Both."   

Kaya nodded at his answer before turning back to face the counter.

"How come you're here... in Canada."   

Alek shrugged, leaning back on his seat.

"I used to be a Kappa in my pack but I guess I was restless. I cut ties and started traveling. It's not like I had a family to stay back for anyway. No mate, no children, no siblings..." he trailed off.

The atmosphere felt awkward after what he said and I'm not sure if it was just me that felt this way but no one said anything afterward, so I assumed that wasn't the case.     

"Oh, so you used to be a hunter?" Kaya asked.

She didn't bring up the rest of his statement and was probably avoiding it.

"That makes a lot of sense," she said, giving Alek a small smile and he smiled back but I saw that it didn't reach his eyes.     

"You could talk to our pack's hunters to see if they'll let you follow them on trips. They hunt often since it's a big commune, so supplies run out quickly," Kaya continued, she only talked so much and so quickly when she was uncomfortable.

I'm sure she regretted asking him why he was here in Canada and Alek just nodded at her suggestions, looking away from her from time to time.     

Later in the day, the kids came into the kitchen to ask for water, it was hectic and a little funny as twenty kids from the age of seventeen down to a few years of age squabble around the main housekeeper, Aponi as she distributed water in small plastic cups.

My son, Elan stuck close to me since the older taller kids got water first due to being tall enough the reach the counter Aponi placed the cups on.     

"Water..." Elan trailed, making me look down at him with a smile.

He had Honon's wide face and hooded eye, I ruffled his hair, muttering a small 'soon' before looking up.

My blood ran cold when I noticed Alek was staring at us from his seat at the dining table, is gaze was fixed like he was deep in thought, I looked away, not knowing what to think.

Elan soon got his water and he stayed back in the kitchen with other kids his age while most of the older kids vanished to the heavens know where.      

One of the older kids, Len, stayed behind though, offering to help us prepare what everyone would eat in the afternoon.

He was sixteen and was like an older brother to Elan.

The two stuck together often and it was nice having someone I could trust around Elan.     

Elan was now clinging to Len as he tried to talk to me as I worked the boy wore plain trousers and a loose top.

His dark brown hair stopped at his shoulders, just like my son's and he had a friendly smile that reached his eyes.

Len eventually gave Elan a coloring book a pack of crayons so that he would stop clinging to him.

We kept a lot of picture books and the like in the cabinet because of the kids, it was a way to get them to sit still instead of making a mess.

A good lot of them were at the dining table or sitting at its feet as they colored, looked at picture books or scribbled in blank sheets of paper Kaya had given them.     

I was rinsing out vegetables when Len gave me a compliment.

"You look good today," he had said and had just smiled a little before saying a small 'thank you' anyway.

He made comments like that often and I wasn't' sure what to make of them nine times out of ten.

A frown made a way to my face when I noticed Len sent a glare at Alek before leaving the kitchen.   

'That's odd.' I thought, Len was almost never rude to anyone.

I looked away from the door when it closed behind Len, my gaze moved to the dining table and was a little stunned to find Elan sitting by Alek's side coloring.

My face was flushed and I was a little bothered by it, I turned the towel I had in my hands looking from Elan to Alek, it's not like I could tell Elan to sit somewhere else because I wasn't at ease.

I bit down on my lip deciding to look away.      

'I'm overthinking things.'

I dropped the rag, walking to Kaya to help her out, the thoughts in my head were so many, they echoed together, refusing to be clear and make sense.      

"Is everything okay?" Kaya asked me and I blinked, realizing that I had spaced out for a bit.

I apologized before getting back to work, I tried my best to keep myself out of my head for the rest of the day, I worked, leaving the kitchen for the Garden later in the day to do some more weeding, I helped with laundry, getting the kids out of trouble and sharing food during lunch.

As much as people hated the 'housekeeper' assignment Omegas were assigned in our pack, I loved it and I couldn't really imagine being anything else.     

Alek got up and left for his room but he was back in the kitchen in the evening, I could still feel his stare on me.

It didn't matter if I was looking at him or was wandering around minding my business, the feeling made a cold sweat form on my forehead and it had my mind twisted in nerves.

He could feel it too, the stir, there was no way he didn't feel it too.

[writteninkat]

Greed | Ushijima x reader

summary: "I didn't like how my teammates watched you a while ago." He admits, his hands clenching on the counter.

"I don't think they understand how you're mine and only mine." He whispers against the shell of your ear, his hot breath tickling shivers down your spine.

f!reader

word count: 3.5k

warning: 18+, name calling if u squint (???)

a/n: this is a reminder that you are amazing, you are loved and you matter. | masterlist for 100 followers event

The boy's volleyball team never paid any attention to the girls as they were always busy with their own training and the two teams played and trained in their own separate indoor volleyball courts. But today is a little different. The floor of your team's court needs changing so the girls and boys have to train under the same roof for a week, and it'll be the first time seeing each other play.

Toshi knew you play volleyball, he knows you were the ace, as a matter of fact, his whole team knows as well. But they didn't know you were this good.

You throw the ball up high in the air, jumping as high as you can and throwing your hand forward, slamming it at the ball. The impact of your hand at the ball always felt so good, the heat and sting of it always gave you some kind of adrenaline and you loved the feeling.

The ball is hit so hard your teammates at the other side of the net barely had any time to react before it hit the wooden floors, giving your side a point.

You smile widely, catching the ball the coach throws at you for a second chance at serving. "Y/n calm the fuck down!" Your teammate yells, "We're not playing for real right now have some mercy!"

"If you can't receive my serves, how are you going to receive the serves from other school who'll surely be better than me?" You yell back, doing another jump float, your form tricking the other team as if you're doing another hard serve, causing them to step away from the net. Your palm then simply pushes on the ball, resulting it to barely go over the net. The players at the other side dives in to try and save the ball, but it hits the ground a second before they do.

The whistle is blown and your side of the court wins. "Y/n! You're a menace to society!" Your teammate jokingly yells, fake-crying on the floor making you giggle. You walk over to your duffel bag on the bleachers and take out your towel, oblivious to the many pairs of eyes on you.

Your short shorts always rode up your thighs and sometimes even ass whenever you played, so you hated wearing the uniform but your long shorts were jn the washer right now, you didn't really have much of a choice. Your uniform hugged your body perfectly, every curve and every hill accentuated by the two pieces of cloth around you.

Your boyfriend's team are bewildered by your skills. They never expected you, so sweet, so gentle and so kind towards them being able to produce such monstrous serves and spikes.

"Y/n!" You hear Tendou call, creating an immediate smile across your face. You loved Tendou, after dating his best friend, the two of you became so close and it's as if you two are best friends too. You watch him run towards you, volleyball in hand. "I never knew you played so good."

"You guys are too busy to watch me play. Why? Wanna join me sometime?" Tendou smiles at your offer, immediately nodding his head. "Yes! Please! Let's olay at my hou-"

"There's no way Y/n's playing with you." Wakatoshi says involuntarily, his eyes widening at his words as his teammates give him questioning stares. He never raised his voice before, nor has he spoken without being spoken to. "Unless! Unless I play with her first." He covers it up, looking away with the faintest blush across his face.

You tilt your head to the side, putting two on two together before smirking. Ah, my adorable, jealous boyfriend. Whatever am I supposed to do with you?

When practice finishes, you go your separate ways from the team. Unlike them who had homes to return to, your home is three hours away from the school and no way in hell were you traveling a total of six hours a day just to get feom and to your house. Getting a dorm in the campus seemed a much better idea, plus, it helped you spend more time with your boyfriend.

A hand snakes its way around your waist and despite sweating for three hours tonight, you can still smell a combination of the scent of your boyfriend's perfume and his shampoo. He smells minty and fresh from his shampoo and at the same time he also smells of lavender and sandalwood.

He continues to wrap both his arms around you as he stands from behind you, his forehead on your shoulder. "Want me to give you a massage once we get back?" You ask, placing a hand on his forearm.

Wakatoshi doesn't speak for a moment and you were beginning to think he fell asleep, but moments later he lifts his head up and takes another step forward, your eyes widening as you feel him poke at your ass.

"I just realised I've never seen you in your uniform before," He breathes out, "You look so sexy baby."

Heat rises up your face, your boyfriend's never said anything like that before. Sure, he once complimented how good yer legs look in shorts or how he likes seeing you so 'comfortable' without a bra on, butbhe's never been straightforward like this.

You can feel yourself creating a pool of slick in your underwear. God, this can not be fucking happening...

"Let's go to my dorm." His voice is an octave lower and he sounds out of breath. "Girls aren't allowed in your dorm building."

"I know most of the people in that building and they know me, they won't tell. So come on," he pulls at you, leading you to his building. He looks back at you, neediness and lust filling his eyes. "I need you right now."

Toshi didn't need to sound like he was begging, you were still going to follow him, but now that he sounds like he wants you so bad he can't control himself anymore, it's making you wanna run to his dorm and rip his clothes off.

You bite on your lower lip, letting him lead you to where his room is.

As you pass through a hall, you smile and wave shyly at some of the familiar faces you see, they look as if they've just seen a ghost. But can you blame them? Ushijima Wakatoshi is currently leading a girl to his room. This is the first time, it should be recorded in the hall of fame or something.

Once the both of you reach his door, which is at the bery end of the hall, Toshi takes his ID card, about to swipe it to unlock the door until he stops midway. He turns around and looks at you straight in the eye, "You don't have to do this if you don't want to. I don't want to be force you."

You blink at him once, twice, thrice- you take the card from his fingers, quickly swiping it on the lock. You push your boyfriend inside the dorm before looking to your right where the boys in the hall still have their undivided attention at you. "It'll probably get loud, you guys play some music or something." You yell before entering the room and slamming the door behind you.

Immediately, you push your boyfriend onto the wall, leaning in to press your lips on his. Finally, being able to touch your boyfriend after a long day of tiring practice feels to freeing and good. A shiver runs up your spine when he licks your bottom lip, asking for entrance. When you grant it to him, he pushes his tongue inside your wet cavern, immediately exploring it like he's a curious speleologist.

His one hand grabs your waist, immediately being able to grab almost half of it given your size differences and his other hand cups your jaw, tilting your head to the side to gain better access.

Your hand travels down to the waistline of his sweatpants, pushing your hand inside, feeling strained cock from inside his underwear as your fingers skillfully stroke it.

"Mmmm-" You hum, pushing Toshi off lightly. "We need to take a shower first, we've been sweaty for hours." You tell him, your hand still going up and down his shaft.

He sighs, pulling your hand out of his pants before pulling you inside his bathroom. Inside, he pins you against the wall, his lips on yours as he begins to lift your shirt, only breaking the kiss when a piece of clothing has to come off from around your heads. He pushes your shorts down along with your underwear, letting them pool around your ankles. He pulls your body closer to him, the tip of his clothed cock pressing against your wet folds making you moan into his mouth.

With one hand, he clasps the lock of your bra behind you, letting it fall on the floor along with your other clothes as his other hand begins toying with your pussy.

"You feel so wet down there. Was it when my teammates were staring at you?" He growls, making you lift a questioning brow. "What... What are you talking about?" You breathe out, sucking in your bottom lip in between your teeth as you grind your hips against his hand, greedy for more friction.

"You like it when my teammates are watching you? Watching as those small fuckin shorts get caught in between your ass? Hmm?" Toshi pushes a fingers inside making you mewl, your walls clenching around it, wanting more. "You like it when people watch you?"

You shake your head, moaning out profanities as you dig your nails on the skin of his shoulders, still rolling your hips and still wanting more of him.

"N-no, no! I only want you to watch me, Toshi!" You whine, moaning loudly once again when he pushes yet again another finger. He scissors his fingers inside you as your walls clench around them hungrily, greedy for more. "You're fucking mine, you got that?" He grits, thrusting his fingers inside you, hitting the particular bundle of nerves again and again leaving you screaming in pleasure with just two of his fingers.

"Yes! Yes, oh yes! I'm yours, Toshi! Fuck!" Your eyes roll to the back of your head, feeling yourself shake as you cum around his fingers, your cunt squelching around them. You breathe heavily, rolling your hips as you ride out your orgasm.

Toshi takes his fingers out, causing you to whine unconsciously when your hole begins tightening around nothing. He places his hands on either of your lower thighs, pulling you up and hugging your legs around his waist as he leads you to his shower.

He puts you down, making sure you can stand by yourself before hooking his thumbs on either side of his sweats, pulling them down, letting them pool around his ankles. Your gaze is immediately on his member, it's looks so hard and red, the size much bigger than usual and precum is currently seeping out of it.

"Like what you see?" Toshi smirks, this whole side of him completely taking you off guard. You love it. You twist the shower knob on before getting on your knees before him. He steps forward towards you, watching you as you take his dick into your small hands.

You look up at him from below, opening your mouth as widely as you can, rolling your tongue out. You begin by giving his precum-covered head some kitten licks, cleaning it up beforetaking half of his length in your mouth. You hollow your mouth, pushing your head lower as you feel his tip already hit the back of your throat.

"Yeah, take that dick like you want it for dinner. My cockslut..." He hisses, taking you by the hair. He tugs on a fistful of your hair, causing you to roll your eyes back in pleasure and moan loudly, the vibration stirring your boyfriend up even more. He begins thrusting his hips slowly, throwing his head back as you play with his balls and the rest of him that you couldn't take in your mouth.

"That's right, lap up my cock so fucking good, angel. That's right- ah! oh god..." His breathing becomes irregular and his thrusts slowly become more frantic. The tip of his dick continues abusing the back of your throat and tears begin to pool on the corners of your eyes, your cunt dripping wet at the thought of your boyfriend face fucking you at this moment.

Your hand plays with your pussy, drawing circles around and on the clit, chasing after Toshi so the two of you can cum together. "That's right, you're mine. This mouth is mine, and I'm not fucking sharing you with anyone." He seethes, his thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier by the second until he thrusts particularly deep inside your mouth, the tip of his dick going down your throat as he cums inside you, hot liquid going down your throat has your pussy clenching around your own fingers.

He pulls out, watching as you swallow his load until your mouth is empty of his white seed. The corner of Toshi's hand twitches into a smirk as he wipes a thumb over your bottom lip, immediately you suck on it as you look up at him teasingly.

"Let's wash up, darling." He pulls you up, taking his shampoo bottle and squirting a small amount on his palm, wiping it on your hair continuously until it begins to bubble up. He then proceeds to pour his body wash all over your body, hands roaming around you.

He presses kisses on the shell of your ear as he massages and squeezes your breasts, pinching and pulling at your nipples before going down and washing your slippiery folds. He copies what he did to your breast down to your ass, kneading them like fine bread before guiding you when the water is hitting. As you wash off the soap suds, he pours the same kind of shampoo on his head, combing his fingers through his soap-sud covered hair before following it by lathering his soap all over his body. His hands go up and down his well defined abs and pecks, teasing you as he slowly trails it down to his shaft.

He watches you watch him clean himself, letting you pull him closer to you, letting himself be hit by the running water. Once all the soap is rinsed off, you step away from him and take a towel, drying off your hair infront of the mirror.

You watch in the reflection as Toshi walks out of the shower and towards you, his usual indifferent expression across his face. He runs his haze down your figure before pulling on your towel, setting it down on the counter.

He leans forward, trapping you between him and the counter as he places both of his hands on either sides of your body. "I didn't like how my teammates watched you a while ago." He admits, his hands clenching on the counter. "I don't think they understand how you're mine and only mine." He whispers against the shell of your ear, his hot breath tickling shivers down your spine.

"Why won't you make me yours?" You challenge him, looking at him dead in the eye. He looks at you for a second, two seconds, three- he spins you around, pressing his lips against yours.

"You're playing a really dangerous game, darling, and I'm not in the best mood tonight." He growls through the kiss, his tongue more aggressive and lips harsher than usual. "Show me how to play it, maybe I'll get to know the rules and it won't be as dangerous as you say it is." You shoot back, running your hands all over his naked torso, feeling ever elevation and dip of his sculpted chest and abs underneath the pads of your fingertips.

Toshi growls into the kiss, turning you around once again and pushing you down on the counter. He presses his tip against your dripping folds, slowly entering you as to not hurt you in any way. He lets you adjust to his size for a few moments and the moment you begin rolling your hips, he combs his fingers through your damp hair, pulling on it and forcing you to see yourself being fucked in front of the mirror.

He thrusts relentlessly into you, the tip of his cock hitting places your fingers never hit before. Your jaw hangs open as you moan loudly, taken in a trance at the feeling of your boyfriend abusing the certain bundle of nerves inside you.

Toshi lifts a leg up on your side, the feeling becoming more and more overwhelming as his thrusts become deeper, much faster and harder. Your walls clamp around him tightly, making him click his tongue. "Yeah that's it, this pussy is all fucking mine, isn't it."

He pulls at your hair, letting go of it before cupping your face, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. "Look at you. Look at how lewd you are right now. You feeling good clamping down on my cock like that?" He asks, his thrusts never once slowing down. The feeling becomes overwhelming to the point where you couldn't form words, and instead you nod your head as to not make a fool out of yourself.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel the knot tighten in your belly, your jaw hangs open as drool begins to drip out the corner of your mouth. Your boyfriend breathes heavily into your ear, "Wanna cum? You wanna cum right now?"

"Ye-yeah... yeah fuck...wanna...wanna cum... let... let me...cum...." You lose your capability to form coherent sentences and capability to talk. "I'm fucking you so dumb right now, aren't I?" Toshi smirks, shoving two of his fingers inside your mouth, pressing them on your tongue as he watches you make a mess out of yourself.

Your moans fill the bathroom completely and you feel yourself hanging by a thread, simoly waiting for a word, that one ward that'll have you releasing so hard your legs are for sure going to give out. Just one word-

"Alright my darling, you deserve this." Toshi growls into your ear, letting go of your face in the process. "Cum."

You cum all over his cock, your clenching walls trying to milk him of his own release. Your back arches and toes curl as your boyfriend continues thrusting inside you, thrusts becoming sloppy and uneven as well as his breath.

Once you finish, he pulls out, cumming all over your ass, hot white ropes of his release reaching all over your ass, back and some even on your hair. He moans loudly, throwing his head back as he presses his length on your ass. The two of you stay there panting for a good minute, soaking in what you just did before Toshi begins pulling away. He looks at his artwork on you, mentally patting himself and telling himself 'good job' before he snakes an arm around your limp body.

"Come on, I'll wash you up." He carries you back to the shower, once again going through the process of soaping your body to make sure you're clean before setting you down on his counter. You flinch and hiss at the contact of your pussy on his counter, it hurt.

Toshi kisses you all over you face, muttering apologies about being too harsh in return you tell him it wasn't his fault at all. He dries up your body and hair, letting you brush your teeth before carrying you to his bed. He dresses you up in his clothes and takes out your special kit- basically a box full of skin care products in case you slept over.

"I'll do your skin care for you, just lay down and relax yourself. He says, sitting cross legged on the floor as he rummages through the products inside the box. You look at him, smiling to yourself and asking yourself how the hell you got so lucky to score someone like him. "Do you want charcoal or a strawberry mask tonight?" He asks, holding up two of your favorite mask packs.

You place your hand on his cheek, caressing it softly. "I love you." You whisper out, his eyes widening as it catches him off guard. Toshi feels his heart sink to his tummy as butterflies flutter and dance all over it. He smiles, a faint blush across his cheek. "I love you more." He kisses the tip of your nose.

Toshi then proceeds to just stare at you for a few moments before looking like he snaps out of his trance. A deep blush takes over his face as he buries his face on your chest in embarrassment. You laugh loudly, asking him what was going on.

"You're too cute, I'm never sharing you or this side of you to anyone." He mumbles against your chest, making you smile widely. He turns his head to the side, eyelids halfway down, "I'm greedy for you and only you. Never sharing you with anyone, ever."

[wasabito]

➽ corruption collab masterlist — hosted by @ultimate-astridwriting and @bummie ♥️

➽ note: definitely gonna come back and edit this a bit more because threesomes are hard as fuck, no pun intended lmao happy v-day everyone!

➽ word count: 3.2k

➽ cw/tags: polyamory + body worship + threesome + praise kink + public sex + choking + handjobs/fingering + vaginal sex + squirting + established relationship

➽ pairing: akaashi x fem!reader x bokuto

💿 1. nasty — ariana grande || 2. come on — jhene aiko

With Valentine's Day fast approaching, it becomes rather apparent that love and romance are in the air. Storefronts are decorated in bubblegum pinks and reds. Flower shops promote their special bouquet arrangements at discounted prices. Even your favorite hole in the wall coffee shop has fallen prey to the spirit of cupid as they announce their new strawberry shortcake dessert and heart-shaped scones.

In lieu of staying home for the third night this week, your boyfriends escort you to dinner at an upscale restaurant in the city. They treat you to a five-course meal and a bottle of wine even pricier than the dinner itself. One would think, after three years of dating, you would no longer be caught unawares by their spontaneity. And yet, here they are, once again pulling the rug from underneath your four-inch heels.

Your gaze flickers from Akaashi's tranquil smile to Bokuto's wide grin.

Adjusting the napkin in your lap, you open your mouth to speak, then pause as the right words fail it come. Brain short-circuiting instead, you let out a confused, "Huh?!"

"We're taking you to Italy!" Bokuto repeats, about ready to hop out of his seat with excitement. He looks to Akaashi, "Three nights in Venice, right 'Kaashi?"

"Yes, we decided on Venice after you told us you'd always wanted to visit. Remember Koutarou's birthday last year?"

"But that was like months ago! Did you two honestly hold onto that drunk little confession this entire time?"

"Of course."

"Yup!!"

It's in moments like these when you are reminded of their history together, first as teammates playing volleyball, and eventually close friends. Not much longer after that, you'd met and fallen for Akaashi, then Bokuto, and thus began the relationship of today. While you find it a little ridiculous, it seems neither of them has any qualms about this trip.

After all, you are their lovely girlfriend. Why wouldn't they want to make your wishes come true?

Bokuto claps his hands, eyes sparkling. "Everything's already planned out, babe, so don't worry your pretty little head, okay?"

You can't argue with that. Reaching over, you take Bokuto's hand in your right and Akaashi's in your left. "Alright, since you two went to all this trouble for me, I guess I'll just sit back and enjoy it."

♥️

Venice is just as beautiful as you imagined.

It looks as if it's floating upon blue-green waters with lots of sunshine, beautiful architecture, and a vibrancy that makes it feel like the city has a life of its own. You are grateful you didn't come by yourself. There is no way you would've enjoyed it without Akaashi and Bokuto at your side.

"We're about a ten-minute walk from Piazza San Marco," Akaashi says as he taps his glasses. His sharp gaze is locked on the map in his hands, likely committing most landmarks and details to memory. "Would you like to check it out?"

"Yeah! Let's do it."

"Off we go, go, go!"

Thus, a majority of your first day in Venice is spent sightseeing.

The three of you take a gondola ride through Canale Grande, then have a peek into the Gallerie Dell'Accademia at Akaashi's insistence, though naturally, you wouldn't have come all the way to Italy and not visited at least one art museum. Afterward, the three of you go to the Le Mercerie shopping district and buy gifts for your friends before finally taking a pit stop for the most delicious gelato in the city.

The sunsets sooner than expected, casting the entire block in deep red hues. Bokuto's mood is greatly influenced by it, and the jetlag certainly doesn't help. He props himself against you, nuzzling you in a way that says he's itching for a kiss.

"Tired, Kou?"

Bokuto hums. "A little... More hungry than anything."

He leans in and pecks your lips with a sated smile. "Maybe I should eat you. I mean, how is it my girl's so damn cute? Not fair, I can't resist."

You snort at Bo's silliness but can't help shivering a little at the tiny implication of his words. He always did like to lay his head on your thighs, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites where he could.

So, the thought of him eating you out made you squeeze your thighs together.

Akaashi approaches with your frozen treats held between his long fingers; having overheard Bokuto earlier, he tucks his wallet back into his pocket.

"We'll get some dinner after we drop off these shopping bags. How does that sound?"

You eagerly take your gelato from him with a smile.

"Sounds like a plan."

Akaashi nods, standing at your other side, close enough to brush elbows though not as close as Bokuto, who was nearly hovering.

The three of you are in one of the narrow, maze-like streetways, basking in the warm, early evening glow. The sweet taste of fruit and cream on your tongue fills you with so much contentment, especially while being with your favorite people. You aren't sure if anything could top the way you currently felt, and the trip has just barely started.

Upon arriving at your temporary place of residence, a quaint little villa on the waterfront just along the shore of Punta Sabbioni Beach, Bokuto immediately kicks off his sandals, dumps the bags, and promptly falls asleep on the couch.

"It's so weird seeing Kou like this." You remark. "On any normal day, he's brimming with almost too much energy, but now he's all tired."

"Well, he did stay up an entire twelve hours on the plane. It was only a matter of time before fatigue caught up to him." Akaashi picks up Bokuto's shoes with practiced ease and places them by the others.

There is a fond smile running along the edges of his mouth as he tucks a throw around the man's larger frame. You help him adjust a spare pillow under Bo's head and then set off to explore the rest of the area.

It seemed like everything about Venice was taken straight out of a romance film, with its cobblestone paths, gothic cathedral architecture, crisp ocean waters, and authentic Italian cuisine. It is no wonder the city's known to draw hapless souls together in romance. Even you fell subject to it, and by each passing moment, you crave to be with your boyfriends.

You are standing at the balcony overlooking the beach, satisfied with your inspection of the villa when Akaashi comes to stand behind you. He holds onto the railings, caging you in his arms, and rests his chin on your shoulder.

"He was right, you know." He murmurs. "You do look good enough to eat."

Blunt as ever. Apparently, something's never change.

Though one might say that Akaashi is as he's always been after high school and college, there is no denying his boost in confidence. After all, he had landed not one but two rather attractive partners.

He kisses your cheek, then your jaw, before latching onto your neck.

The sun's scenic view on the horizon, reflecting upon the beach sands of gold and shimmering orange waves, makes for an excellent backdrop.

You turn to face Akaashi and pull him into a heated kiss. His lips convey a sense of devotion to you, and with each press of them against yours, you can feel just how bad he's yearning for more.

"Kei," you whisper. "Let's go inside."

In a moment, Akaashi whisks you off your feet quite similar to how Bokuto would, though you both don't even make it to the bedroom.

Your other partner had sat up on the sofa, hair flat on one side, scrubbing his eyelids.

"Guys, I'm freaking starving!" Bokuto groans. "Let's get some food or something."

He doesn't even notice how you and Akaashi are breathing heavy or how your clothes are sporting wrinkles that were not previously there. Regardless, Akaashi has food delivered while you went ahead to shower the day's journey away. There are still two days left. You'd get your chance with them at some point.

♥️

Sadly, the entirety of day two is spent indoors. Heavy sheets of rain continue to fall, muddying the shoreline. The three of you huddle on the sofa wrapped in blankets with subtitled movies playing in the background.

Even though you would've much rather been out exploring in the city, just sharing in your boyfriend's warmth would suffice for now. Akaashi hands you a steaming cup of something rich in both color and smell.

"What's this?"

"Just espresso." He takes the empty seat beside you.

You savor the taste while leaning against his shoulder. "Mm, nice."

Bokuto keeps his head on your lap, loving how you thread your fingers into his hair.

It is a tranquil kind of peace that soon lulls you to sleep.

Later, when you finally wake up, it's dark, and you're alone. A blanket had been tucked around your shoulders to shield you from the sudden chill. At some point, the television had been shut off along with every light in the room. You might've been a little scared if not for the voices coming from the second floor. Slowly, you creep up the winding staircase, dragging along the blanket around your shoulders.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Bokuto chuckles. "You're finally up!"

His hair is down, wet from his shower, and he holds a thin towel together around his waist. In his hand is a cellphone, and he doesn't hesitate to shove the screen into your face. "Say hi, Tetsu!"

"Hi Y/N, how's it going?"

You blink slowly, still trying to wake yourself up.

"Kuroo, hey… I'm well. How are you?"

"Great, just about to head out for a late lunch. I hear it's almost ten pm over there."

"Yeah, it's an eight-hour time difference."

You and Kuroo continue to chat while Bokuto towels off his hair and puts on clothes. Afterward, you let Bokuto resume his conversation and join Akaashi on the bed. The man had gone full editor-mode with his glasses propped up in his hair as he read through some work documents.

When you approach, he greets you with a kiss on the cheek. "You look well-rested."

"Is that your way of telling me I have drool on my cheek, Keiji?"

He cracks a tiny smile, eyes taking in your features, then he pokes your cheek with his index finger. "Perhaps."

You scrub the corners of your mouth with your sleeve and drape yourself over Akaashi, work be damned. This was supposed to be a special weekend for relaxing.

"I really wanted to go to the beach today." You pout.

Akaashi interlocks his fingers with yours. "Maybe we still can. It stopped raining a few hours ago."

"Really?!"

You hop off the bed and head for the window. He's right, the rain had long stopped, and the beach lay bare, lit by only the moonlight.

Maybe a short walk to the beach would do you some good.

♥️

The grains of sand feel cold against your feet without the sun to beat down on them, but you don't complain. The air is humid enough on its own that you forgo wearing actual clothes and instead wear a swimsuit along with Bokuto's old Fukurōdani windbreaker.

You walk along the shore, toes digging into the sand, letting the ocean waves lap at your feet to wash them clean again.

At first, it's so eerily quiet without a soul around except you, but even that doesn't last long. You hear Bokuto's voice bellow into the night as he jogs towards you in nothing but swim trunks. Behind him, Akaashi trails slowly after with a blanket in hand.

"We thought you might want some company." He says and spreads the cover on the sand several feet away from the water, content with just watching.

Bokuto grabs your hand and you go running to the water with him, but a second later, you both come sprinting back.

"It's freezing!"

"S-So co-co-cold!"

You collapse on top of him, fingers splayed across his bare chest. However, when you try to sit up, Bokuto has other plans. He keeps you pressed to his chest with both arms around your waist.

"Let me keep you warm, baby!"

You know he meant it in the most innocent way, but you can't help but think other thoughts. Your nerves fray at the image that blooms in your head and spreads like wildfire.

And as Akaashi strokes your back, you know he's probably read your mind.

It's the way your eyes seem to glitter with want that gives it away. Akaashi has always been rather observant, and so your silent cues are something he's always been privy to.

His nimble fingers curve around the nape of your neck, and he tilts his head to capture your lips in a kiss. This one is unlike the one from yesterday. There is no rush, no desire to quicken his haste; instead, he savors the taste of you like it's something to be thoroughly enjoyed.

Underneath you, Bokuto stirs, growing aroused at the sight of his two lovers' kiss. He can't decide whether he wants to join in or sit back and watch. But his large hand comes down to stroke your ass, resulting in a moan you breathe directly into Akaashi's mouth.

"You're not usually so forthcoming, Keiji," you whisper against his lips. "Eager, are we?"

Akaashi pulls away just enough to pepper your face in feathery kisses. "Can you blame me? When I have such a lovely girlfriend here."

As if confirming his words, he slips a hand under your jacket and cups your breast. The pads of his thumb brush along the seams of your bathing suit, caressing your nipple.

"Kou, let's show Y/N just how much we love her, yes?"

Bokuto didn't need to be told twice. He had been in entranced by you and Akaashi, completely taken by the way your lips danced upon one another. But now, he wanted more than anything to touch you, kiss you, hold you.

Bokuto cradles you in his lap, propping your legs open with his knees so Akaashi can kneel in front of you. It didn't take much for him to relieve you of your clothing, namely your swimming bottoms. But the second the air hits your bare cunt, you feel tense.

You aren't sure what it was, but the atmosphere is different. Both Akaashi and Bokuto are so focused on you, it feels like you're under a spotlight.

"You're so pretty, so beautiful," Bokuto says while squeezing your thighs. His warm breath tickles your ear as he presses his nose into your neck. Next, his lips follow suit. "Wanna fuck you, so bad baby. You'd like that, right?"

His words earn him a chuckle from Akaashi, who merely licks two of his fingers, wetting them and sliding into you. Your mouth parts, shaky breaths barely expelled from your lungs. You're hyper-aware of the fact that you're literally being fingered on a beach in the middle of the night, and you can't bring yourself to care. It feels good to be pampered by the two men you love.

For every moan, Akaashi gives you double for your efforts, thrusting his fingers just right, curving them in such a way that has your back arching off Bokuto, who has also taken to fondling your nipples. With every roll of his hips, you feel his cock against your ass, and it pushes you further into Akaashi's fingers.

Your impending orgasm sweeps by so close and yet so far away. All you can do is rock yourself faster.

"Please," you whimper. "W-Wanna come."

Akaashi crooks his fingers, pressing into the perfect spot that sends you hurtling over the edge. Your cunt spasms around his fingers, clenching in intervals you have no control over until his hand is coated with your wet, slick juices that keep coming the more you squirt all over him.

"She's so wet 'Kaashi. Look at our pretty girl."

Akaashi places a chaste kiss on your forehead with a smile.

"She's doing well, so far. Let's see if she can keep going."

Bokuto shimmies his shorts off enough to free his hard cock. He had been uncharacteristically patient until now, but that was soon to change as he lines himself up with your cunt, teasing you with just the tip.

Your whining is unintelligible, but both men understand you more or less.

"Give the pretty girl what she wants," Akaashi says. He strokes his own hard-on at the sight of Bokuto's pushing past your wet folds. "I know she can take more than that."

Bokuto has always been girthy, and it takes you more than a few seconds to adjust to his size, but when you finally do, it feels like heaven.

The position you're in gives Bokuto all the power to thrust into you like a ragdoll. But it's only when you make eye contact with Akaashi that you realize that it's, in fact, the other way around for him in particular. From where he sits, stroking his cock with flushed cheeks and choked moans, you see just how much control you have over him.

"Kiss me." You moan.

Akaashi doesn't let you repeat yourself. He kisses you long and hard even as you grip his throat with one hand and his hair with the other. He kisses you until his lips are red and bruised.

"Good boy. Both of y-you."

Bokuto groans loudly. "Say it again. Keep saying it!"

"Y-You're both so good. I-" your hips stutter against Akaashi's fingers that are rubbing circles into your clit. "Good, so good-"

That's all it takes to take Bokuto over the edge, blowing his load. "Perfect, so fucking perfect."

You can feel another orgasm swelling up inside your belly. You try to tell them but can't, too overcome by the feeling of your body tingling with desire. It's too much, overwhelmingly so; your vision blurs with unshed tears as Bokuto continues to pound into sopping pussy. Pleasure floods every fiber of your being until you're limp and every nerve in your body is set alight.

Bokuto slips out of you easily, a string of his semen following.

You can only look on in a drowsy haze as Bokuto leans over and kisses you and then Akaashi, working him over with a tight fist.

♥️

The following morning, you’re the first to wake, but only because there’s a limb jammed into your back and a heavy weight on your chest. It takes you a moment to realize, but it’s Bokuto’s elbow poking you and Akaashi’s head resting on you.

All three of you are a tangle of limbs in bed, but you aren’t sure how you’d gotten there.

“G’mornin’” Bokuto breathes. His lips caress the column of your neck.

“Morning.”

You shift into a more comfortable position. Though doing so presses Akaashi’s morning wood against your thigh.

“Keiji, you awake yet?”

“Mmm barely.” Akaashi looks up at you through his lashes, then smiles and nuzzles closer into your chest.

Bokuto, content with being your big spoon, reaches over to touch Akaashi, hands cupping his cheek. “It’s Valentine’s Day!”

“That’s true, should we do something special.”

Thinking about the previous night, you feel desire stirring in your gut. “Could we just... do it again?”

Both men look to each other then back at you, sporting matching smiles.

“Why not?”

[matan4il]

What's interesting is we have had 4 intentional violent acts against the team. Buck and the ladder truck, Doug and Maddie, Athena being attacked by Hudson and Eddie with the sniper. With the S2 ladder truck it was big and showy, Maddie and the call center, the news and the crowd coming. It was about Bobby and Buck and the catalyst for Ally leaving. It wasn't an intimate story line.

With Maddie it was about her saving herself and finding her strength. They even sidelined Chim and Buck was the focused one finding her. It wasnt about her love story with Chim it was about her and Buck by extension.

So that brings me to Athena and Eddie. The thing is writers stay with troupes and these were both extremely parallel troupes. We swing from Bobby having to listen helplessly to Athena actually being attacked. When the team gets there its Bobby getting an ax, the team in there but its definitely between Bobby and Athena. Then you have Mays prom celebration there in the hospital.

With Eddie its even more weirdly intimate because its just Eddie and Buck, (no team, just them staring at each other). Buck sees, feels it, smells it. His determination under the truck, pulling him with his strength. Carrying him into the truck and tending to him. Eddies focus on if Bucks the one hurt. And again the team just revolves around them later in the episode. And it almost matches the welcome home party vs Mays prom pictures.

I firmly believe it means something because again writers have troupes they dont stray from. Picture your favorite author, they can change the characters, location and deeds but its always the same formula. And this is where to me it shows they are using the same techniques on Bobby and Athena as Eddie and Buck even if the latter isn't canon yet.

Lovely Nonnie, thank you so much for this ask!

Yes, yes and absolutely yes. I feel like I've written so much about the shooting arc in the 413 and 414 meta posts, but also in asks since then... and yet it's still not enough and doesn't quite encompass it all, which I think really shows how intense it was. That we're talking about it so many months later and there's still more to say. So thank you wholeheartedly for your additions, I love them and I'm so glad you shared them with us! And really, they're so spot on, I'm just gonna sit here and enjoy everything you added. Hope you're having a great day! xoxox

(To anyone else who sent me an ask, I am going through all of them, thank you so much for your patience! If you wanna check whether I’ve replied to yours yet, you can have a look at my ask tag. xoxox)

[catzula]

tell me where you are, honey

So, I should tell you that that this is not my fiction, its heavily based on real life. If you want to check it out, the mentioned band is a Turkish band called 'Duman'.

Genre and warnings: hey guys? This is pure angst. Just angst. Heavy heavy angst. First of all, major character death (not Suna), tw: mentions of suicide, tw: mentions of death, tw: mentions of depression and anxiety, mentions of alcohol, if there's anything else please tell me!

Suna closes his eyes as he sings the words, trying to forget the uneasy feeling stirring in his chest. 

He feels the sweat drip from the sides of his face, making him glisten under the blueish lights of the bar. 

A chilly wind makes his overheated body shiver. Your face comes before his eyes, and Suna can't help the bitter smile finding its way on his lips. He stopped taking song requests a long time ago, so instead, he leans to the mic and asks how's the night going with a broken but charming smile that makes the crowd excited.

It has been a while. Suna shouldn't feel a lump in his throat, a stinging in his eyes. But he does. He can't help it when a fan calls out to him, asking for the song. 

Reminding the rest of his fans of the song, they start chanting the name of it like it's a prayer, holding a rhythm and hoping for him to sing it.

The song he hasn't sang in a long, long time.

The choking feeling is instant, the heaviness pressuring his chest, making it impossible for him to breathe in the foggy room. Atsumu interjects, telling the fans to cut it out, that they are well aware Suna won't, can't sing it.

Osamu sends a glimpse at the lead singer's direction, not surprised to see his fox-like, almost lifeless-looking eyes already damp. Suna runs a hand through his hair frustratedly, Osamu can't tell what he's thinking, but it appears hard on him. 

Atsumu cocks his head when Suna backs away from the mic. "It's okay," he grits his teeth, he looks like he's in pain. "I think- I think I can sing it this once."

The truth is, Suna missed you this song. Suna missed the song he knew that you loved so much. So he sends a smile to the crowd, picking the mic and biting his lip. It was a song he promised he would never sing again, never again after that last time.

But here he is, hoping you could hear it.

"Darling, you are my honey," Suna sings, and it comes out as choked and strained, but the fans are just surprised he actually did sing it.

It's the first familiar chords that cause him to choke on his breath. Suna's already crying, and if the fans looked closely, they could see the others are, too.

Suna's mind wanders off to the last time he sang the song, the last time he spoke those words. 

It's the first big concert his band was going to do. Suna had been trying to make it happen for months now, and if it went well, it would be a big turn point in their careers. 

"Can't you- can't you come a little earlier today?"

"Rin, where are you?" He heard you say from the other side of the line, making him sigh in annoyance. "I've been texting you all day!" Suna pinched the bridge of his nose. He was already aware you were texting him every five fucking minutes, and that was the very reason he hadn't opened one of them. "I'll be home in a few hours." He grumbled, almost inaudible, but you managed to hear him.

He didn't think much about the few seconds of silence that followed his answer.

Your voice was a mere whisper, and you sounded so sad, almost desperate, and Suna closed his eyes. "We have a fucking concert today. We're doing the last cheks." He sighed when you stay silent. "I'll try to come a little earlier."

"Okay, I love you, Rin." He heard you smile, and it made the weight on his chest feel a little lighter. "Love ya too, honey."

Honey. 

It wasn't a word anyone would expect Suna to speak, but it was what he always called you. He always said it with so much emotion, so much thought and love, and it never failed to make your heart skip a beat.

"You taste like honey." He once told you when you asked him, leaning in with a smile and stealing a kiss.

It was your favorite song.

"My soul is already addicted to your taste," Suna sighs the words. The fans are surprisingly silent, watching their favorite singer shake with wtiholded sobs at the lyrics and the love he lost. It's obvious he's out of it, lost in the memories, holding the mic so tight that his knuckles turn white. 

Your love story was one of the most famous ones at the time, more than Suna himself, and was known by almost everyone.

But lately, you had started to feel like it was dying. 

It wasn't, of course. Suna loved you more than he did anything else, and you loved him more than life itself. It wasn't anything in particular that made you feel that way, too. Many little things combined, the depression you were falling into, the stress he was under, the more than often fights happening lately.

Your relationship wasn't the best lately, that, you admitted. Suna was rarely at home. You only saw him a few minutes each day, and that if you were lucky. Even when he was at home, all you ever did was to fight. Not even about anything worth fighting, but they always caused broken hearts on both sides. 

Despite all the stress building over him, Suna was trying to make it better, too. Making compromises of himself, agreeing with you in fights despite your nonsense arguments, not saying anything about you blowing up on the smallest things. 

"Where are you...love..." He cries. He should've thought more, cared more. Suna was guilty of not thinking why you were acting like this instead of how to stop it. He was busy with the upcoming concerts, their band was about to turn the corner, but that couldn't be an excuse.

Suna had gone home after his band practice that day. The apartment was dark, so silent, it scared him until he opened the lights and found you lying on the couch. 

You weren't sleeping, he thought it was because you wanted to see him, but it was because of the anxious thoughts roaming in your mind. Suna should've seen the trembling of your hands, how cold you felt, how limp and numb you seemed. 

"You stink." Those were the first words you told him, your face souring when you took note of the alcohol and cigarettes clinging on him like a second skin. "Did you drink?" You sounded suspicious.

"No, I already told you we were practicing."

"Then why do you smell like this?" Suna gritted his teeth when yiur voice raised, resembling a shout.

"Because we work at a fucking bar? You know all this, why the fuck are you acting like this?" Suna sneered, it was only for a second he had lost control, but it was enough for your face to contort with hurt. 

You felt guilty when he sighed, seemingly admitting defeat. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? But I'm already stressed enough for the concert, and I can't deal with this shit right now." You watched your boyfriend run his fingers through his hair, his words hurting you more than they should. You were acting nonsensible, you knew, but you couldn't stop.

"This shit? You mean me?" Your voice was now a little higher, making him flinch. "Y/N, for fucks sake! You know I didn't mean that!"

"Tell me where are you, honey,"  There were things you were dealing with, shit he didn't know, you hadn't told. He couldn't have known, he couldn't have known, but he should've. If he had, Suna would never have told you all those that day. He wouldn't have made you cry, sob in the room, dark and by yourself. 

He would've stayed with you, told you he was there, that he loved you, everything would be fine. Honey, he would call you. But he hadn't. Instead, he chose to act selfishly.

"Stop being so fucking pushy." He had told you when you asked where they practiced, who else was there but the Miya's, who was that girl you saw in a picture with him, which was taken months ago, why were they standing so close? It was an argument you had gone over five times already, he had told you it was Atsumu's friend and nothing else, but you kept bringing it up.

"Just give me some space, goddammit! You're suffocating me!" Suna shouted. It was rare to see Suna raise his voice, and it made you freeze in your place. You looked in his slitted eyes, only seeing hate, disgust swimming in those greens. 

You didn't say it, but Suna noticed something was wrong, and you were crying too hard, so hard he feared you were going to pass out. "Hey, hey- I'm sorry." He muttered, acting quickly to wrap his arms around your shaking body like he was the only thing holding you together.

You were wrong, and all Suna was feeling was distress, and he could never look at you with anything but love, but your anxiety told you otherwise.

Do you hate me? The question is on the tip of your tongue. It feels like everyone, everything hates you lately, hell, you yourself do, too. You only need an answer, yes or no, since you can't tell by the foggy depression blurring your thoughts.

Do you? Do you hate me? Please don't hate me, I'm sorry, please don't look at me like that.

(he was)

It felt like hours as you cried between his arms, and Suna pressed an occasional kiss to your hair. Neither of you talked, the heaviness of the fight still lingering in the air, and Suna decided to talk about it after the concert. So you just stood there between each other's arms. Maybe you would've told him you felt broken, and you couldn't take it anymore, you didn't-

It was on the tip of your tongue as he pulled back from you, pressing one last kiss on your hair. "I have to go, honey." He told you, checking the time on his phone. "I'm going to be late for the concert."

Suna didn't notice how you flinched when he pulled back, how tears gathered in your eyes, how you couldn't look him in the eyes. "Okay." He heard you whisper. Watching you smile at him, he smiled back when you leaned in to press a kiss on his lips. 

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pressed your body closer to him, surprising and making him chuckle. It was a kiss that screamed goodbye, but he was too nervous to notice. 

"A good luck kiss, I presume?" He laughed when you pulled back. "I'll see you there, yeah? Let's talk about this after."

"You are with me from now on, honey," Suna should've noticed your lack of response. If he had, maybe he wouldn't be sobbing on the stage now. He feels Atsumu pat his back, Suna's holding on his mic like it's the one thing holding him alive, sobs breaking his words, making him shake.

His fans watch him as he wipes the tears off his face with the back of his hand, the rings adorning his fingers sparkling under the dim light. 

"Tell me where you are, honey,

All the members are crying, not just him. They all loved you, and you were a part of their lives, such a lively, kind person. At the very least, you had managed to tie Suna down.

Its impossible not to cry as people who had heard his cries echoing out of your apartment that night.

You are with me from now on, honey," 

Something was different with Suna's performance that day, and all the others had noticed it. The tired-looking and feeling boy was pumped up that day. He sounded energetic, and Suna gave the best performance he ever had before.

It was all for you, Suna thought. He was singing just for you that day, something he hadn't done in a while. Picking all the songs he ever wrote for you, the ones you liked, just for you, hoping you would feel a little less angry when the concert ended. 

He was smiling the whole time he was singing, but his smile was dropping each time he gazed at the crowd and couldn't find your face, smiling back at him. Were you sitting in the back? Were you that angry with him?

The night proceeded, and the whole band knew it was a success. 

A few songs time left, Suna was frowning since he still couldn't have spotted you. There was no way you hadn't come, but you might have been hiding still. 

Deciding to pull out the big guns, Suna gave the sign to Osamu. They could tell what he had in mind, and Suna smiled with the first hearing of chords. He sang it, sang with a bitter smile, looking at the crowd to finally spot you. 

"You are my soul from now on,

You are my only part that remains alive," 

The concert came to a halt. You weren't in the crowd, and Suna was already in the middle of the song. "Suna- Suna, stop!" Osamu and Atsumu stopped playing, Suna sang the last word alone.

"What the-" He was about to shout at them for making him stop so abruptly, but the terrified look on Osamu's face made him stop. All the blood had left both their faces, and both the twins were shaking, but why were they crying?

It was hard to tell him what happened, and it might've been a mistake, too. 

Wrong time. 

You can't tell a man the love of his life died, she took her own life, right in the middle of the song dedicated just to her.  

What happened after that was a blur. 

Atsumu and Osamu tried to stop Suna from rushing back to the apartment, but he was quick. Suna had no idea how he drove back home, but he was standing in front of the door of your apartment, knocking on the door like a madman, praying you would open it for him. he would see your smiling face, greeting him, or maybe angry with him, crying, screaming- whatever. All he wanted to do was to- to-

He was punching, kicking the door, shouting and crying, crying and crying, and as more seconds that pass, Suna thought he could go crazy. 

It's a miracle when the door opened, and for a split second, Suna thought it was a lie, a cruel joke, a misunderstanding. You were here, you opened the door for him-

It wasn't you. 

You weren't the one who opened the door, but your sister. Her face was damp with tears, and Suna's eyes locked on the figure that stood behind her. 

It was the hardest thing to try and make Suna let go of you, try and calm him, stop him from pulling you back to between his arms, and never let go. 

Osamu arrived right after him. 

He arrived at a scene he would never be able to forget.

His best friend was on the floor, your body limp between his arms. Osamu couldn't hold back his cries when he heard Suna's loud cries, begging and begging for you to wake up, holding your hand, trying to warm you, he was shouting, the pain so raw in his voice, people around him feel tears pricking in their eyes.

"Please, honey, please-" He sobbed brokenly, his body was shaking like a leaf.

He sat there, sobbing in his hands, his agonizing screams audible even from the outside, sending chills down everyone nearby. They think they never in their lives heard pure pain like this in someone's voice.

Osamu and Atsumu were crying with Suna as he finally let you go. He couldn't watch as they took you away, out of the room. 

But they don't hear him crying out your name, instead, it's a sweet pet name they hear. It makes the twins shake with more cries.

honey honey honey

He figured too late, how you were battling with severe depression, how your personal life was a mess, how you needed him to be there for you. He was too late. 

Suna hadn't left the apartment for 15 days straight after that day. He didn't want to speak or see anyone, barely ate and drank. 

He refused to see his family, the twins visiting him.

No one knew what happened in those 15 days, but when he came back out, they could tell by a look he had changed. Not only physically (even though he looked like he was starving and sick), but also mentally.

It was his fault. If he had been more attentive, more at home to see you, ask you if anything was wrong, "honey, are you okay?" maybe it would've been fine. It was his fault.

Even after he left the apartment, even after he started smiling, it was evident Suna was never the same. How could he be? He had lost a part of him, no, he had lost all of him. And all that left was the shell that merely resembled him. 

Suna had tried to sing it more than he could count, but the moment he heard the first chord, he broke down crying. This was the one day he succeeded, and even though it was barely audible, it sounded like agonizing cries instead, he was singing it. 

For you. 

Can you hear me, honey?

honey, honey, honey.