#which means some angst cause ya know gotta have it

[pascals-doll]

aint ya’ girlfriend!

⋆ ˚ . * · analysis— in which ellie doesn’t know the meaning “commitment”, well she does but chooses to not stay loyal. you’re her roomate and unattainable—or so she thought. venturing into your own dating life causes her to spiral, she aint your girlfriend & neither are you. | WC: 1.5K

₊˚ପ ellie williams x reader | photo cover obvi from Pinterest!

₊˚ପ MEOWW IM BACK !! gotta run it back with some toxic ellie 😇!!

₊˚ପ description: MODERN ROOMATE AU! NO PHYSICAL FEMALE DESCRIPTION! ANGST & SMUT, PORN W PLOT! (lol), toxic!ellie, roomate!ellie, PLAYER! (coded) ellie, JEALOUS!ellie, no use of Y/N, the mention of commitment issues, MUTUAL PINING, blatant flirting, secret crushing, heavy yearning, very small reader x dina, heated arguement, mention of ellie sleeping with multiple women, POWERPLAY, mix of dom!reader & dom!ellie, sub!ellie partly & sub!reader, pent-up sex (😇), teasing, HIGHKEY MAKEUP SEX (👅), possessive!ellie, finger-fucking ( E receiving), face riding (E receiving), 69, praising, pussy eating (both receiving), slight biting (both), slight choking (both), use of pet names ( baby, mama)

90% percent of things in this world are easily accomplished and achieved, being Ellie Williams roommate wasn’t one of them.

Since the day you met through a roommate finder site, after a few phone conversations getting to know each other t’ill the moment you arranged your meeting. Ellie's been enamored, secretly, nonetheless.

You would lie if you said that from the moment; she came to help you move out t’ill now—dealing with sleepless nights because of her lack of sexual resistance—that her consistent affection didn't sway you.

it's been exactly six months since you've moved in with Ellie and you could recount her daily routine like it was your skincare.

You weren't sure, if you genuinely thought Ellie was sure you were dumb or straight-up shameless.

At dark hours of the midnight, you might've been asleep but that didn’t stop her by the agonizing moans that echoed through cheap plywood walls. You groaned as you muffled your entire face and ears with your pillow, praying for them to shut the fuck up or stop.

Three days, twice a week.

Ellie had to have some type of sex problem. You thought to yourself. You're never one to hate someone's game-but living with the player is absolute fucking hell.

Every morning, you’re an early bird as Ellie is not, due to her nightly ventures.

You felt bad for the women who left disheveled, sneaking through the apartment at 7 AM to leave while you step out your bedroom; an empathetic smile shot their way before hurrying into the bathroom.

Your morning routine consists of cleaning yourself up before stepping out to cook early breakfast.

By the time, Ellie awoke and stepped out cockily, "Thank you, beautiful. You didn't have to cook me breakfast." She coaxed happily, pouring her cup of coffee at 12 PM. You sat on the couch reading your book, legs crossed and rested onto your coffee table.

You chuckled, "That shit's cold by now, I made it when tonight's booty-call left." Unphased and focused on your book. You could hear her footsteps begin to lead towards the living room area, closer, and closer to the couch you relaxed on.

You would never admit it. Although, her lack of respect for your peace—doesn't mean she should starve.

She joined you on the couch, empty space right beside. Ellie's presence tensing your muscles for some reason. She somewhat annoyed you but when you got to talk to her, it went so well. You guys actually had so much in common.

It felt serene to connect with her on many levels besides her surface actions, she was a timid person throughout the small cocky remarks. She was a great listener along as a storyteller over everything.

It was truly remarkable the balance she carried, also interesting. Something you couldn't quite wrap your head around still. You were willingly delusional, but it was clearly evident, you soaked in every moment with this person.

You lowered your book while she asked, "Hmph-touchè, you got any plans for today?" Calling your attention. Eyes sulked, the forest she carried within her eyes; it wasn't hard to comprehend why these women want a chance with her.

Ellie’s eyes were impossible not to get lost in, like compulsion. You never held eye contact too long, taking moments to break away, and retain from fluttering to the brown kissed freckles along her face to the shape of her soft lips.

You squint, a small smirk creeping through "Wouldn't you like to know what I'm up too." Your tone teases before going back to reading.

"I know what you been up too," Ellie tries to push further, reaching forward to delicately grasp your legs that rested on the coffee table. Your legs laid into her lap, sprawling across, and hanging off.

Another thing that consists of her routine the most? Spending the rest of the hours, days, and weeks flirting with you.

Ellie loved physical touch—as if she wasn't physical enough. She loved her hands on you.

Watching herself caress the exposed skin of your legs, massaging down t’ill your ankle high-socks. Wether it was platonic or flirtatious, affection was key with you.

Once again, you lower your book to meet her eyes.

Ellie’s hands worked their way down, her fingers pressuring skillfully onto your heel and tingling the palm of your foot. She continues watching you read, "Oh yeah? What am I going to do today?" You question her, disregarding your book.

Sinking herself into the couch, her hands moving up from your legs to your thighs. Softly squeezing on of them, goosebumping your skin.

Ellie smiles confidently, "Cuddle with me and watch movies." Her eyes shimmering. You gaze at the big grin she spoke with, unsure if she was ever genuine.

You sat-up and leaned closer towards her till met face-level, "I'm sorry Els, someone else booked my time for today! I'm sure you will find a way to entertain yourself, hm?" You patted her shoulder with a smile as you got up.

"Wait, What the fuck do you mean?"

"Oh Williams! I've got a date, gotta' get ready."

It was insane, truly.

Ellie thought she was going crazy; she couldn't ever date you.

You're too good for her, representing everything she should want but isn't ready for. She was aware of how clearly toxic and intoxicated she was off, and with you.

No. Fuck no.

Ellie repeated to herself mentally, alongside questioning her existence—had she really been so caught up on trying to get a reaction out of you to see your time focused on someone else? —Yes, she was.

It wasn't as bad as the delusions Ellie's paranoia was creating in her mind. You had hung out with your friends where you happened to meet Dina. She was a mutual friend that you were introduced too.

Ever since then, you've been flattered, and hoped for a dinner date with her. For you, it felt like an escape of emotional dread that came after every touch, sentence, and epithet that left Ellie's lips.

You hated the way you loved how affectionate she was, catching yourself vulnerable every time she touched you. Always dwelling the feeling of her soft warmth that soaked into your own invisible bliss, never allowing yourself to look too pleased; Yet, never pulling away.

Ellie headed down the hallway to your room. She was desperate to get you to stay, creating small and stupid conversation to slow you as she loved hearing her nickname fall from your lips even though she was practically seeping jealousy.

Ellie was her own ticking time-bomb, her patience melting, and mustering “Who's the lucky girl?" She bugged, trying her hardest to conceal that greened tone.

You swirl your chair around, now completely facing her as you couldn’t help your jaw fall agape. You examine her demeanor while speaking up, “I don't ask about your daily rendezvouses." You were quick to quirk back, feeling uncalled for.

Ellie's brows knitted together, "We-well—are you gonna' bring them back? I deserve to know that." She stumbled but spit back.

It was clear, now, you offended her. It was true. You never asked about the women she brought into your shared apartment. The women she brought to make you jealous.

The laugh you let out was priceless, "I don't get a say on who you bring home, why would you?" You called her out.

Ellie stepped closer to your chair. She looked into your mirror, leaving you no choice but to face her as your swirled around, her eyes gandered through your vanity mirror.

Your facial expressions were clearer as she continued to push, "It's different, you know that." She tries to prove.

You wanted peace and relaxation, something Ellie makes a sure mission of that you never fucking receive.

"You can't go out," Ellie began.

"Who's gonna stop me? Are you serious?' You thought she must've been fucking with you; you weren't going to hear another word of it.

"Just get out, get out now." Standing up from you chair, holding it open as she walks out, and slamming the door behind her.

You had left and most of all, you had left Ellie feeling like complete shit.

She couldn't believe you did this, did this to her. It felt like you had shot right through her heart, torturing her with her own distasteful antics, and leaving a sour tang to her soul.

In her mind, she thought you were utterly selfish. She couldn't see past the fact that, you, didn't owe her anything.

Ellie wanted you, beyond pleasure, more than anything. You became insatiable to her.

She didn’t allow herself to soak in tangled feelings she felt for you, knew she had, even if it ate her alive at night. You would come to visit her in her sleep or while she mindlessly fucked some girl—sometimes, even pretending it was you.

You are treasure to her, too valuable to touch, but always curious with growing desperation to obtain and protect.

Ellie's peace was founded in you, a safe place she loves calling home. Unknown to your knowledge and you disrupted it.

As she disrupts your peace by being with anyone, but you.

Ellie finally understood what you meant by those backhanded insults.

She sat there with her hands palmed to her face, fingers running, and scratching through her short soft locks. Messing her own hair up, contemplating on how she could turn such a deep pattern.

This entire time she had been failing and failed to see that.

Out of everything, she thought blowing up your phone was the answer.

When you finally opened your phone, you saw your notification inbox full.

ⓘ Els ❕50+ messages

ⓘ Els ❕50 missed calls

You excused yourself to the restroom at fhe table with Dina, "I'm sorry, is it okay if run to the restroom really quick?" You requested through a thick forced tone and hidden irritation.

Your date had been going amazing. You may not have a lot in common with Dina, but she's a cheerful person who brings a refreshening energy. It was nice being in her presence.

It wasn't enough though.

You found yourself comparing your conversations to the conversations you have with Ellie, who is just your fucking roommate.

Dina was picture perfect, absolutely stunning, and she respected you more than you imagined Ellie ever could. That was the thing; even if talking to Dina tonight was full of laughter.

Everything you wanted wasn't her.

Never able to shake the anticipation of her touches, and the absence of her presence. Which make you crave it. Crave her. She was pure risk and you never wanted her to change.

You had a crush on your roommate, and you were fucked.

You were in the restroom ringing Ellie's phone. Hearing the beat of your heart thumps.

"You better say something good." You wanted to scream out as the line connects. You had every right to be, never once have you blown up her phone.

"Where are you? Let me come get you." She hurried through her words, hearing her surroundings of cars driving with a swish of wind.

You paced around, shocked and even more angry, "Are you out? Where are you?" You throw her own question back at her, whisper-yelling in a stall.

Ellie was so desperate to find where you were out like a girlfriend gone rogue.

"On my way to come get you, now tell me, where." She states blatantly and impatiently.

"You fucking wish! what happened? your hookup ain't text ya' back?" Your tone was laced with pure spite. It was silent for a small moment over the phone.

"Tell me where you are or come home." You could hear the desperation through her roughed-up tone.

Not a word was said. Your mood had been completely killed and you were hanging on by a thread. Repeating herself, “Come home or tell me where you are, please."

For the first time, you heard Ellie beg. She was pleading for you to come home, and you hated to admit it; yet, again.

But it worked.

When you finally saw her, you didn’t bring yourself to look or speak while you walked completely past her.

The silence was piercing the whole way. You could hear a pin drop.

“No side piece tonight?” your tone, only bashful. You were exhausted and enraged.

Ellie's white wife-beater was roughed up and you could smell the stench of marijuana roam off her neck. She looked sullen, her eyes low, bagged, and her jaw seeming clenched; her hair staticy.

You observed her body language, scanning her lean figure. Her sweatpants hung loosely onto her hips as her gaze shifted between you and her own feet.

Huffing, "Just why." you state, disassociating yourself by looking at the ground. It was continued silence for a moment.

"You came back for a reason, though." Ellie finally spoke and it just made everything worse.

"You know what? I did. I came back because I actually care for you. I thought you were in trouble or something, so I thought, hey, maybe I should go back—" You began, your voice shrieking as it raised louder.

"Something you never fucking think to do, too busy fucking to show me an ounce of respect!" You yelled. Weight had been lifted.

It was like screaming a keyword at Ellie, budging from looking at ground to look at you "What are you talking about!?" Ellie's eyes widen, her eyebrows raising as she retorts.

"You don't fucking get it!" you didn't say anything as she raised her hand angrily into the air, then running in through her hair.

"It is so fucking hard trying to resist you." Ellie's eyes were piercing into yours, her steps stalking closer.

"No matter how many women, they are never you. You are all I think about." You could hear her voice grow lower and lower as you froze.

You were at a loss for words, lips parted as you try to focus on your breathing.

"I want you. I need you." Ellie continues, whispering. Feeling her warm breath feather your lips. Ellie closed any space between you both, pulling you into her.

You opened your mouth to speak—only for her to bring a finger up to shush your lips, "I can't stand the thought of you with someone else." Ellie continued, leaning in closer and slowly removing her finger.

So many parts of you wanted to scream rejection, but as you feel her warmth, and her words you’ve dreamed. You could feel your blood rush and heat you up, feeling Ellie's body haze you, your mouth desperate and shaky.

"Kiss me, then." you tut.

Your lips met passionately, an automatic fight for dominance as the pace got hot. The thirst shared was unquenchable.

The personal echoes of each other's kisses smack as your hands got lost in her hair. Your fingers slightly tug onto her loose locks. Ellie's hands greedily rapturing you further into her body—till she couldn't; craving to feel every part of you.

You were lost into the feeling of Ellie's lips, her tongue swiping at your bottom lip as she's desperate to explore more of you.

Your bodies fiend for each other, one of your hands tugging on her muscle tank, and the other lowering from her hair. Ellie's hands roam from your waist, trilling at the feeling of you grazing her neck. She passes your hips till she reached thigh, and hiking it up onto her hip.

Ellie's grasps and grips onto the thick of your thigh, slowly dipping to cup the cheek of your ass. She sneaked a firm squeeze on your ass causing you to shriek, allowing her tongue to explore every crevice of your mouth.

Ellie giggled into the kiss at your muffled moans, amused by how she's effecting you. You push her off slightly, catching your breath. You were both left breathless while she kept eyes on each part of you.

Taking a step closer, reaching your hand out to caress her cheek. Indulged by the freckles painted into her as your thumb brushes her soft cheek. Slowly traveling your hand to her nape before coming around full circle, choking her, and pulling her chest to chest.

You smirk at the way her pupils dilatated. Ellie's mouth was agape, leaning in to lick a teasing swipe along her bottom and top lip. "I'm not your girlfriend." you state.

A soft quick squeeze on her neck causing a weak whine to fall from her lips. Oh, this was better than you imagined.

Ellie gripped your arm, pulling you around and into her chest. Walking you back, you felt your back eventually hit against her door with a hasty thud. Her tongue explored you, intertwining with your own as you sucked softly.

Each grope and wet lick electrified a craving in your stomach, pulsing into your arousal. She struggles with the doorknob, jiggling it open as her other hand held you. Ellie would never admit how soaked you get her.

Your needy grinds contra the pleasure dripping through her briefs as her lips learned every secret love spot within your precious body. You both tumbled onto her bed, not a care in the world besides this fervid momentum shared between you both.

Ellie toppled you, slowly lowering closer. Taking a chance to catch her by suprise, pulling her down with your leg hooked, and flipping her over. Now, you were on top.

Your lips quickly find their way to her clavicle, pecking, and licking alongside her neck. Almost ripping off her wife-beater while leaving open-mouthed kisses onto her shoulder. Continuing kissing down and around her exposed tits.

Your eyes switched watching her face and the way the cool air perked up her nipples. Ellie's back arched as you teased your teeth onto the plush above her tits, right above her sensitive erect nipples. you leave an array of hickeys, enjoying each squirm let out from under you.

This was your sweet revenge, her punishment for every time; she could've been with you, but wasn't.

You didn't stop tricking her with your tongue. Maneuvering down from fondling one of her tits, twiddling your finger around her nipple, and sliding into her loose sweats.

Your hand hasty as you reach the warmth of her panties, middle, and ring finger curve into the soaked patch that leaked through her panty. Thumb pushing up on her clit softly while Ellie turns her head laying head on the bed, watching you tease her; growing embarrassingly wet.

It was primal instinct, playing, and pushing for her weaknesses. You studied every small moan and squirm left form her body. Your fingers continuously circle her clit through her panties. She was quick to spread her legs for you, allowing you access.

Ellie's tits perked and red by your teeth and feverish sucking. You kept finger firm, pressing down onto her covered clit as the fabric of her soppy panty rubbed into her, pulling her panty to the side, coating your two fingers with her slick.

Ellie's chest heaves with a loud moan as her thighs tremble. You watch her struggle to reach up and stop your arm. She was on the border of giving in and still anxious for control.

She grips onto your wrist, slimed finger following down to her vulnerable entrance, toying with her, torturously. You kiss and lick your way back up, meeting her berried lips.

Your middle finger pushes into her, curving upward, and enticing her walls which immediately knocked a desperate strangled moan out of Ellie, throwing her head back.

The sound of her slick swirl and smack within gliding in and out of her whetted pussy brought you a gluttonous satisfaction. Her addictive cries encouraged another finger to join your soaked middle, stretching her out completely. Ellie’s grown in nail tips dug into your incensed flicking wrist.

Ellie on a frenzy of choked whines and unstable string of moans, "Gah-fuck me!".

You admire the work you've sucked onto her body. A fleeced giggle leaves your lips as you plant feathered kisses onto her cheeks, "Already am, baby" You murmured.

The pace you fucked her with was exquisite, your fingertips fluttering against her g-spot as they plunge deeper. Quickening your thrusts with every squelch given by Ellie’s gushed pussy. She held her mouth agape, allowing yourself to dive your tongue in, swallowing her lewd noises.

Ellie clenches around you, her pussy guzzling every inch of your thickened fingers. You could feel and hear her heartbeat pound against your smushed chests, "Ya'like it? like how it feels, honey?" Your question was coy, sliding your fingers fourth, pressing your tips verse her walls.

"Ah! yes, fuck, fuck yes!—I'm gonna'—" Lecherous shrieks fell from her lips as you help ride out her orgasm. Your fingers relentless in her pussy, juicing itself around your fingers; coating your fingers.

"Let it out, Els", You start to praise into her ear, "I know you've been dying too."

Your coo finishes her off with a loud grunt as you pull out your lustered up fingers. Without looking or a second thought, your free hand grabbed Ellie's jaw and attempted to focus her dazed vision to watch you.

Both of your eye's leer into each other as you plop your fingers into your mouth, coming sucking off her cum with a pop.

Ellie's eyes turned dark, her lids hazed, and hooded.

Slowly lifting yourself and shifting your hips below her stomach, Ellie was quick with her movements, flipping you over, and trapped under her. The feeling of her hands running up and down your clothed body, leaning down your ear, “Time, I took all this off…” She weakly whispers as she hovers over you.

Your body was completely sprawled onto her navy-blue sheeted bed with your arms raised above your head, and her knee pushing into your clothed heat. Mimicking your exact position, each sloppy kiss was followed by a piece of clothing being thrown off.

Seconds. How quick it was for you to be in nothing but your panties. Ellie’s kisses were precise and every nonverbal praise by the unconscious grind of your hips and bit-back whines.

She flows herself between your legs, pulling each one onto her shoulders as her lips pecked from your thighs till, she met your damped panty. "You had your fun," She started muttering into you.

"Only fair if I have mine, right mama?" Ellie cocks her head to the side, meeting your eyes before biting your panty-lining and proceeding to hike down your panties with her teeth.

Your eyes peered into her, watching the way she intently focused every part of you. She kissed every beauty mark that was blessed up your body. The feeling of her breath inching closer to your dewed pussy-lips; arching your back in temptation.

You thread your fingers throughout her hair, tugging slightly. You were no longer challenging her, giving complete submission to Ellie.

She watches the way arousal drips from your slit; her hands massaged the goosebumps perking the hairs on you. Ellie couldn't believe she was granted with such a divine privilege, drooling at the thought.

Ellie kitten-licked the delicious nectar that trickled, her tongue dragging flat against your pussy, and licking up your pulpy clit. Indulging in every moment spent between your legs with every keen lick trailed across your heat.

An inflamed jolt seeds through your spine, your entire body to thrash further into the bed as you cry out, "Ah!—Fucking god!" Your pleasure enthralling you to your ankles.

The wet smacking from her saliva coated sucks mixed with your core's elation. A train of vulgar slob laps your pussy while she gets lost in between your furred lips and swallowing you up, “It ain’t god, baby.” Smirking at your sensual vulnerability.

The tone she used was condescendingly sweet. Trembling your legs and jerking your hips which pushed Ellie’s head further into your pussy as the heel of your foot digs into her shoulder, and hands wrestling through her brunette locks.

Your head was thrown back in tempestuous joy, “Mmph! Ellie!—so fucking good!” Ellie’s tongue danced on your clit before making her way towards your soppy entrance.

Pure ecstasy marauded its way up and through your internal, tightening your abdomen. Every strike of her tongue inched closer to cumming all over her. You felt your hips cramp as you try to push Ellie off, backing away desperately.

You struggled, meekly crying out, "F-fuck! stop! stop!" Ellie immediately pulled away with wide eyes. She looked up at you alarmed, "Did I hurt you?!" her tone sincere and worried as she got up, standing above you.

Trying to catch your breath, sweat glistening your naked body. You lean up on your elbows to look at her, "Get on the bed..." your voice was breathless and clear. Ellie walks over slowly, hovering next to you on the empty side of the bed while licking the corners of her lips deviously.

Ellie leans over, her hand threading through your messy hair as she kissed you ferociously. Tasting yourself on her tongue as your own greedily twirled around her mouth. Both of your tongues swirl around each other as your arms find their way around Ellie's body.

You pull away from her lips, "Put your pussy on me." you sulk, regaining your strength.

"Aren't you charming." She jokes out sarcastically and smirking, "Oh, just sit on my face." you huff with a fun grin.

Just like that, Ellie turns around, holding herself up onto your thighs. Your hands run through the back on her thighs till you made your way to her ass, fondling, and squeezing her plush flesh. Mouth’s salivating at each other.

Ellie lets out a gratifying groan as your tongue swipes her sensitive slits, twirling around her hole and thumb circling her clit. Arching herself down onto you more while leveling herself in-between your thighs, leaving sloppy opened kisses on your pussy.

Your stomach bubbles up lewdly, chasing after her swirling tongue within the impatient trial to get her to cum all over your face. The mix of each other's nibbles and starved slurps, propelling bodies together as your legs convulsed and her own thighs shook with inched erotica.

You feel your orgasm coarse and itch closer as Ellie continues to drag between your slits. Starting to move faster, hips grinding against your face. Ellie is soon following close behind, both of you moaning and panting while reaching each other’s simultaneous climax.

A string of choked out moans bouncing off her white walls, “Don-Don’t stop!” you gasp out before closing your mouth around her clit.

Continuous harmony between both of your moans as you both cum all over each other, creaming your faces.

You and Ellie lay in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow. Eyes dozed, sweaty bodies entwined, and sharing a first tender moment of silence.

You lifted your nuzzled head from the crook of her neck, breaking the silence.

“I don't want you to touch anyone besides me.” Voice hoarse and clearer than ever.

“I dont want to ever see anyone besides you.”

A/N: I FEEL BEYOND GRATEFUL FOR REACHING 1k WHILE I WAS GONE 🥹 i thought it was about time i post cus i finally feel like ? confident ? i spent most of my time if it wasn’t personal life duty, id be writing a bunch of self indulgent fictions (THIS WAS ONE OF THEM LOL) and practicing and differentiating my writing style to my liking.

THANK YOU SO MUCH GENUINELY IT MEANS THE WORLD! i cant wait to continue :)

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Hi! Saw your requests were open and I just had to stop by! Could I request a (not exactly angst bc the idea is funny but definitely in character for him) Bokuto x reader where he's ranting to a friend about how he loves to hug the reader and his friend just makes an offhand comment about how he'll probably crush her since he's a pretty big guy and he goes all emo mode about it. He doesn't want to hurt anyone :( Obviously we gotta add some comfort at the end for the silly guy

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bokuto kōtarō  x f!reader

a/n: omg of course!! i haven't had the chance to write for bokuto and yes i agree this is literally perfect for him 🥰

cw: timeskip spoilers, atsumu being stupid, some hurt/comfort, msby crack

"I can’t wait to go home after this. I’m exhausted," Sakusa sighed.

"It’s not useful practice if it’s not exhausting, Omi-Omi. Be glad you’ve got teammates like us," Atsumu drawled, winking at his teammate and earning a disgusted glare from across the table.

"I thought today’s practice was fun! We got to try the new unorthodox version of our quick attack, and we've almost got it!" Hinata chirped next to Atsumu, with bits of his food flying from his mouth.

"I'm fine with it as long as you guys don't overexert yourselves during training," Lisa, Atsumu's girlfriend and the team's physiotherapist, chimed in from Atsumu's other side.

"What are you guys planning to do when you get home?" Meian asked, stuffing a rice ball in his mouth.

"Shower," was Sakusa's immediate answer.

"Probably do a little bit of meditation," Hinata mused.

"Call my brother to ask for more meal prep bentos," Atsumu said. An amused scoff came from his girlfriend.

"What about you, Bokuto?"

Having been focused on his food the whole time, Bokuto nearly choked on his rice when called upon by his captain. With tempura crumbs coating his lips, he smiled widely and announced, "I'm going home to give y/n a big hug!"

"You sure love hugging y/n, Bokuto-san!" Hinata chuckled, popping a salmon nigiri in his mouth.

"Of course I do! I love hugging her! She's so huggable and I just wanna squeeze her so tight all the time and transfer all of my love for her," Bokuto said, with with his fists in the air. "You guys should all hug your girlfriends tight! The tighter you hug her the more she'll know you love her!"

Shooting Lisa a lovesick smile, Atsumu stated, "We all love hugging our girlfriends, but I won't accidentally crush 'er to bits like someone." He nodded towards Bokuto.

Bokuto stilled, staring at Atsumu with confusion.

"Miya..." Meian warned under his breath.

"What? I mean, have ya seen the guy? He's huge! Could prob'ly flatten 'er if he wanted to," Atsumu continued, chortling at the thought. He stopped short as he noticed the glares from Meian and Sakusa. "What? What'd I say?"

By then, Bokuto was already in a completely different headspace. He had a blank expression on his face and a faraway look in his eyes. His shoulders were slightly hunched and his usually spiky hair seemed to droop at the edges.

Sakusa sighed what was probably the heaviest sigh in the history of mankind as Hinata stage-whispered to his teammate, "Atsumu-san, I think you hurt Bokuto's feelings."

Wide eyed, the blonde setter started to defend himself. "WHA-?! no, i- I DIDN'T EVEN-"

Sensing Bokuto's incoming emotinal shut down (or emotional episode, in this case), Lisa quickly tried to divert their attention. "Please, 'Tsumu. You wish you were as strong as Bokuto-san. Your spikes are weak as shit-"

" 'Cause I'm literally a setter!"

"-and not an all-rounder, which is why Kageyama-kun is ranked first in the country and you're second."

"BABE-"

"Maybe I shouldn't hug her anymore. I don't wanna hurt her. What if I really crush her one day? Then she'll really be flattened like a piece of bread. I don't wanna hurt her. So this means I can't hug her anymore. But I like hugging her. But does she even like my hugs?" Came Bokuto's voice. His brows were now furrowed and his face was etched with worry.

"Of course she does, Bokuto-san! I'm sure she loves your hugs, and you love her too much to ever hurt her, right?" Hinata and Lisa attempted to cheer up the saddened spiker.

Finishing the last of his food, Sakusa stood up, muttering, "I'm exhausted, I can't deal with this right now. My partner's here to pick me up anyway," As he walked past the other side of the table, he spoke to Atsumu in a low voice. "Only a jerk like you would say something like that to Bokuto, of all people."

"SHUT UP, OMI.”

"I’m home…"

Your ears perked up at the sound of Bokuto’s voice and you immediately noticed his dejected tone. Closing your laptop, you got up from your desk and bounced over to the front door to greet him.

Sticking your head round the corner, you saw him place his stuff down by the counter before staring into space. His face was blank and devoid of emotion but his eyes were filled with inexplicable sadness. Seeing him like this tugged on your heartstrings and you knew he was going through one of his emotional episodes. You just didn’t know why.

"Hey, Kō! How was your day?" Slowly walking towards him, you reached out your arms to give him a hug but stopped short when he cried out.

"NO, DON’T HUG ME. I’LL CRUSH YOU."

You froze with your arms mid-air before you dropped them back to your side. He had one hand held out to stop you from coming closer and his face was tucked into his other arm. You could hear quiet sniffles coming from him and your heart broke seeing how upset he was.

"But you already have a crush on me, baby. And I have a crush on you too! I thought we’ve already established that?" You joked, trying to lighten the mood.

It didn’t work. It was like he didn’t even hear you, so you decided to give him some space (like Akaashi had advised). You guided him to sit on the couch while you went about the house finishing up your chores. After several minutes, he seemed to feel a little better and you decided to talk to him (also like Akaashi had advised).

Sitting by his side on the couch, you reached out and held his hands in your own. His eyes were downcast and he was avoiding your gaze as if his life depended on it.

"Kō? What's wrong?"

"Nothin'."

"Look at me, baby. Please? I wanna see your cute face," you cooed. He pouted for a while more (which was adorable, by the way) before he finally caved.

"Tsum-Tsum said I'll crush you if I hug you too tight 'cause I'm so much bigger and stronger than you. And I don't wanna crush you, I promise! It just made me sacred to think I might not know my own strength and end up hurting you in the process. That's why I'm scared of accidentally hurting you when I’m excited and I know that if I did, you wouldn't say anything which is why I don't wanna accidentally hurt you with my hugs in the first place-" He swallowed the rest of his words as you pressed your lips to his.

"Kō, I love your hugs. They're the warmest hugs anyone has ever given me. Don't tell my mom, but sometimes your hugs are even better than hers," You giggled softly. A small smile appeared on his face as he looked at you. "And it's not a bad thing that you're so strong. It makes your arms really nice to hug! I promise you'll never be able to crush me. I'm stronger than you think, you know?"

"Really? You really like my hugs?" He asked, hope in his eyes.

"Really. A hundred per cent. A thousand per cent. I wouldn't like it any other way, Kō," You reassured him, kissing him sweetly once more. Within seconds, his entire mood had shifted and he was now beaming.

"Okay! I can hug you now!" He cheered. Before you could process anything, you were held in your favourite set of arms and wrapped up in the warmest hug on earth. You hugged him back tightly and felt his soft lips press against the crown of your head. Snuggling into his warmth, you felt so lucky to have him.

"Oh my god, anyone who says your hugs aren't perfect are clearly stupid," You sighed happily.

"Tsum-Tsum is pretty stupid sometimes," Kotaro hummed.

You pulled away, gasping in faux shock. "Really?"

"Pfft, yeah. Even Lisa says so!" He guffawed.

Before you could reply, your phone buzzed with an incoming message.

Lisa: “hey girl! hope everything’s ok with bokuto. my boyfriend’s kinda stupid sometimes so he doesn’t think before he says stuff. hope bokuto’s not feeling too down!”

Y/n: “it’s all good! managed to cheer him up pretty quickly today, haha”

Lisa: “that’s good to hear. you’re the only one who can cheer him up like that, y/n! anyway, rest well, you two. see ya next week!”

Reacting to her message with a heart, you put your phone down and turned back to your boyfriend.

"So, you gonna hug me or not?"

a/n: UM I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY??? pls lmk what u think 😭

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[hoshinasblade]

second best |3| hoshina soshiro

PART 1 | PART 2 | BONUS: PART 3

pairing: hoshina soshiro x f!reader genre: slight angst, comfort, childhood friends to lovers, a bit of that miscommunication trope snippet: hoshina soshiro always ranks second at everything in his life. god forbid he falls behind in the bid for your heart too. word count: 2k trigger warnings: a bit suggestive at the end author's note: i promised a part three so here it is, hope you guys like it! likes, replies, and reblogs are welcome but im begging you not to copy or steal my works. feel free to sign up for my taglist (which i swear im gonna use on the next fic lol), and i appreciate when people send me asks so let me know your thoughts (or send me hoshina pics, that'd be great too). my masterlist is here! also i gotta let you know that i might put the next fic on hold because i am so tempted to start a short nsfw collection instead - just one-shots so it won't be a lot of commitments. who knows cause i might write angst and nsfw at the same time 😉

soshiro's hands were trembling. you noticed because it has not happened in a while - you cannot even recall the last time you've seen the man nervous, much less shaking. you were going to himeji that morning; hoshina had snatched your backpack from you - "when i said i would make it up to ya, i mean in every way i can," he said, sounding gentle and sincere that your only choice was to let him carry your belongings and blush as he also intertwined his fingers with yours while walking.

there is this story you have been hearing for a while - the red string theory, it is called. according to it, people who are destined to be together will always find each other despite everything and anything. when you were a kid, instead of thinking it romantic, you rather thought it is frightening - fate is a difficult enemy to go against: if it is meant to be, then it will be eventually. when you grew up, you held that belief as a prayer - it means that whoever is the one chosen for you may get lost on their way to you, but they will always - always - arrive.

you glanced at hoshina soshiro and you knew you were right to believe.

it was roughly a four-hour journey from tachikawa to himeji by train, and during the entire ride, even when he fell asleep for a short while, your boyfriend did not let go of your hand. you complained about your palms being sweaty as a joke, and he only loosened his hold. you understood - he is making it up to you, but he is also making up for all the wasted time.  

"we're almost there," you told him when he startled from his nap. his bangs were slightly messy, and he bumped his head to your shoulders. "comfy," he hummed. you giggled.

you are still trying to navigate through dating a high-ranking officer of an anti-kaiju defense force unit. relationships aren't strictly forbidden but still frowned upon, which was a little bit of an issue between you and soshiro when you had a proper and long-overdue conversation about what you guys were. confessing is one thing, but when being friends is all you've known your whole life, you know adjustments are supposed to be made here and there.

 which brings you and him back to your hometown.

he didn't exactly disagree with you, but you are aware he had his reservations about the idea of visiting himeji. "oh i'm pretty sure soichiro-kun would be surprised," you said when you were still planning the trip. "yes, we should kiss in front of him and give him a heart attack," soshiro suggested, and you weren't hundred-percent sure he was just joking. maybe you didn't want him to be.

when the streets started to look familiar, soshiro noted the sudden bounce in your pace. you and he have walked in the same alley years ago - he would wait for you after class and would even make up some ridiculous excuse so you could go home together. "i used to pretend to be tired way back just so i could convince you to slow down. i wanted to spend so much time with you," you reminisced.

"i should have known ya were head-over-heels for me," he teased.

"they miss ya, soshiro-kun. ya don't have anything to worry about." the change in topic wiped the smirk off his face. he was suddenly serious, sad even. there was a part of you that regretted saying the words, but he had to hear it - you only wanted to reassure him after all.

"just that i haven't been here for a long while", he said, squeezing your hand. "i don't know if they think this place is still my home."

"ya need to have faith in the people you care about, soshiro-kun. ya need to trust that they care about ya too," you solemnly advised. "i know that doesn't make any sense sometimes, but that's how i do it."

"have i told ya i love you so much?" he responded, to which you smiled.

"only a thousand times," you joked once more.

the hoshina estate is a spacious one - you have to pass through an automated black gate that directs you to the main house, the cobblestone path lined with cherry blossom trees, their delicate petals swirling when the wind blows gently; the grandeur of the home soshiro grew up in is undeniable with its traditional japanese architecture. a man with striking features and an aura of authority was waiting at the entrance, waiting for his son.

“father,” soshiro greeted the man, bowing deeply.

“an embarrassment that your friend will be the one to bring you home when you could have done it a long time ago,” soshiro’s father scolded him. his stare at soshiro was that of disappointment, which quickly disappeared when he looked at you. “ah, my dear, come on in, hurry, come on in,” he turned and said to you, inviting you in. the hoshina patriarch had always been fond of you - soshiro’s parents had wanted a daughter and they found one in you.

soshiro rolled his eyes. “my father’s favorite child is my girlfriend, great,” he muttered.

the maids made you a great dinner, cooking soshiro’s favorite food per his father’s request. conversation was light, and it was apparent that the old hoshina wanted to catch up so badly on how his son was doing, inquiring in consecutive questions about soshiro’s rank in the unit, his experiences so far, and his long-term plans in staying with the force. soshiro’s replies are detailed, but you know he intentionally did not mention all the instances where he almost died fighting.

soshiro’s father regaled you both with stories of soshiro’s childhood antics - “do ya remember, my dear, when soshiro tripped and fell on his face after training with soichiro? we were so worried, but he only fell asleep,” he recited the memory as if it was just yesterday., his kansai accent thick on his words. the tension that had lingered in the air had dissipated as you finished your meal.

“i had the guest room prepared for ya so ya can rest for tonight,” soshiro’s father had said when his son cut him off.

“no, we can sleep together,” soshiro declared, and thinking it might have sounded improper, he spoke again. “beside each other, i mean. in my room. because we’re tired. from travelling all day," he attempted to clarify but failed.

“ah, may i look forward to a grandchild soon from ya two?” color drained from your face as you slowly closed your eyes. you fought off a laugh but failed.

“ya may, but we aren’t doing that here of all places,” soshiro argued just as his father had turned his back on the both of you, amused with himself. at least now you know where soshiro got his sense of humor.

the hot shower felt great against your tensed muscles, and if you weren’t that exhausted, you would have opted for a bath instead. soshiro wanted to speak to his father alone, so when he ushered you inside his childhood bedroom, he’d let you know that he would be gone while you were cleaning yourself up. you were relieved; you haven’t seen your own father since you were a teenager, and it would be a shame to see it happening to the person you care about the most, not if you can do something about it. and this is not to say that you wanted to fix soshiro’s life - you pointed this out to him once - but he’s had a terrible habit of holding back and assuming the worst, so you had decided that if you could help him out, you would push him to the right direction.

“didn’t ya pack clothes?” his eyes were on you immediately after he came in, finding you on the bed with your phone, wearing his shirt.

“i did, but yours look better,” you replied, holding your arms out and showing him how oversized it is on you - the sleeves are passed your elbows, the hem reaching the middle of your thighs.

“they look better on ya, i agree.” he sat on the mattress for a few moments before lying down, his legs dangling off the edge of the bed. “ya all good?”

“i am,” you said to him. “especially because i scanned yer photos when ye're still little while ya were gone,” you informed him then showing him a folder you created in your device - baby hoshina soshiro folder, you named it - full of duplicates you made of the framed pictures of your boyfriend all over the house. there’s one where he didn’t have any hair at all; there’s one where he was close to crying but appeared to be keeping the tears in; there’s one where he was missing a tooth but smiling like there’s no tomorrow. soshiro moved to take your phone away, but you were quicker than him.

“this is payback, for all the times ya weren’t talking to me.” you were alluding to the three long months when you were still an applicant to the defense force and soshiro acted like you were a stranger. he had apologized for it already, but it is nice to make fun of him sometimes so you brought it up. “that hurt my feelings, ya know.” you laid down beside him, invading his personal space, your shoulders touching his.

“i was stupid”, he said. “and it’s not like i could have come up to ya and said, hey i’m sorry for leaving ya in himeji, by the way i’m crazy for ya.”

“and all those times i thought ya had something with commander ashiro, oh god!” you exclaimed for effect. “by the way, the other recruits thought the same.”

“it’s not like that between her and me.” his gaze on you was brief. “it’s not like that with anyone else.”

“it better not be, because i’m leaking all yer baby photos to the first division if ya mess up,” you threatened him despite not needing to.

“i promise, i won’t.” he grabbed your hand from your side and linked it with his, cradling it to his chest before bringing it to his lips. “i’m not that stupid.”

soshiro’s childhood room was what you would expect from a teenage boy: a king-sized bed, a bookshelf of manga, a cabinet showcasing knives and blades. you never had the opportunity to enter his room even when you were kids, you realized. you looked up to the ceiling and you saw green dots that formed shapes - makeshift constellations, you recognized the patterns - little plastic stickers that you glue to surfaces. “are those supposed to be stars?”

soshiro sighed, his arm on top of his face. “yeah, uh - remember when uh - i think that was in junior high, and ye're so into astronomy? i thought it’d be a good idea to know the names of the stars to impress ya, so i started trying to memorize them.”

you shifted to face him, speechless. maybe if you had known this, if you had known the other things you are certain now that soshiro had done and was willing to do for you, you wouldn’t have wasted years questioning your place in his life and deciphering his feelings. a wave of warmth washed over you as you reached out and lifted his arm off his face, meeting his eyes.

soshiro’s lips felt as soft as it looks like, you thought as you kissed him. you pushed yourself into him, and he pulled you tighter until it seemed there was not enough air for you to breathe - until your chests were pressed together it was as if your hearts were beating as one. something sparked inside you; the sensation of being so close to soshiro about to consume you from within. his hand crawled to your hips and remained there. you drew back a bit after that, and when you saw the panicked look on his face, you kissed him again.

“i love you,” you told him in between pants.

the night went on, and by the end of it, hoshina soshiro discovered that his favorite sound is you moaning his name.

[uracutieraka]

Do I Wanna Know?

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Oh, crawlin' back to you

Ever thought of callin' when you've had a few? (Goes both ways)

'Cause I always do

Maybe I'm too (Sorta hopin' that you'd stay)

Busy bein' yours to fall for somebody new (Goes both ways)

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Lev Haiba x F!reader

Tw: Angst! Mentions of sex! FWB to lovers!

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Synopsis; You and lev connected through mutual friends one night at a party back in high school. Eventually you gained some traction on the popular website 'Tumblr' and Lev becomes a model. After a few years of him running to you whenever he's home , you finally call it quits.

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If you could tell your 17 year old self going to that college party with your friend Kenma and his other friends would lead to this, you probably wouldn't have gone.

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You knew who Lev Haiba was, how could you not?

He was 6'4 and half Russian. Not only that, but he was friends with all your friends basically.

He had tried talking to you many times before but you were quick to shut him down.

"Hey, Y/n right?"

You look up from the liquid sloshing in your paper cup at the sudden voice.

"Oh! Hi! Lev! What are you doing here?" You ask, smiling up curtly at him.

"Kuroo and kenma, which weirded me out. Not Kuroo, he always tries to convince me to come out, but Kenma asking sold it for me, because he never asks me to come to stuff, he normally fights against it."

You watch his jaw as the words leave his mouth, not even you could deny how attractive he was.

You look back up at his eyes when he finishes talking.

"Wait did you say Kenma asked you to come?" You ask, an eyebrow quirking up on your face.

"Yeah! Weird right?" He laughs a bit, closing his eyes and putting a hand on the back of his neck.

You felt a sense of betrayal raise in you for a moment before deciding to take advantage of the opportunity that was now presented to you on a golden platter.

"Yeah, super weird.," You raise your cup to your lips, a smirk tugging at your lips and you throw the rest of the sour liquid in it back into your throat. "So listen, Lev, I think I know why Kenma asked you to come."

He raises a bottle of beer up to his mouth, giving a 'Hmm?' as a response. After he swallowed he spoke. "Why?"

"Well because I told him that I think you're hot as fuck."

Lev was used to girls practically throwing themselves at him, but with you it was different.

He could've sworn you hated him up until now. The way you constantly made a point to avoid him in school, or around your friends, even after 2 years of him being around.

Right now though, he felt like prey and you were the predator.

He thought about how this must've met that all those times you ignored him, rolling your eyes as you turn your back to him, you were really just plotting on him.

"Those are some crazy mind games you're playing girl." A small smile tugs the corners of his lips up.

"Gotta keep ya' on your toes."

He's so tall and handsome that you think you might die.

You in fact weren't trying to play mind games with him, but you were always just too nervous to talk to him. You didn't even mean to be mean to him.

He looks around the room, awkwardly shoving his hands into his front pockets of his jeans.

"I like your outfit." He leans over to say to you, due to the increasing volume of the music.

It was simple, nothing special.

You scanned him over, eyes locking with his belt buckle.

"Hermes? I didn't realize you had it like that Haiba."

He's still leaning down close to you.

Your hand reaches out, fingertips brushing over the gold emblem.

You can hear his breath catch in his throat, causing a small giggle to escape your lips.

"Lets get out of here? Yeah?"

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Your phone has been ringing back to back for the past 10 minutes, but you had chosen to ignore it.

Preoccupied in posting the right photos to your Tumblr and instagram.

Though it was getting hard with how frequently his contact was popping up on your screen.

You sigh and fold, answering his call.

"What?" Your voice is harsh, and obviously annoyed.

"Woah, calm down girl!," You grunt causing him to sigh and continue speaking. "What'cha doing?"

He's so casual it's pissing you off.

"Trying to post but you keep spamming my phone so I can't. Asshole." You finish with a scoff.

"Well, I'm sorry.," a brief moment passes before he finishes. "Let me see you. I'll be back in town tonight."

You hum, mulling the idea over in your head.

"Where you at now?"

"I was in Paris but I had a layover so right now i'm in South Korea. My flight takes off in 2 hours, then its a straight shot from there, so I'd be able to pick you up around nine?"

"How long have you been flying for?"

"Like 16 hours. So I'll be about a full day of flying by the time I get home."

"Just come over when you get back?"

"Ok, I miss you."

Your heart hurts at his words, you know he doesn't mean you, he means your body.

"Miss you too, I'll see you tonight." You're quick to hang up the phone before he can even say anything else.

Rushing around to finish your post so you can clean up your apartment and yourself.

You ordered Levs and yours favorite takeout from a local shop down the street from your apartment as soon as he text you he was on the way over.

Applying a layer of gloss you pop your lips at yourself in the mirror.

is this too much?

You're in a cute flowy babydoll dress with some lettuce trim above the ankle socks to match.

hair neatly curled with a barrette pinning one side of your hair out of your face.

A knock at your door shuts down any doubts in your mind about your outfit choice.

You open the door and there he stands, so tall and lean.

He smells as good as always too.

You're quick to take notice of the golden watch on his wrist. It's new.

"Ah, you noticed?," He moves his arm out so you can get a closer look at the watch. "It was a gift from my agency, it's a Rolex."

"Yeah I see that." You move to the side so he can come into your apartment. He does and you shut the door.

"Wow, I like what you've done with the place." He says looking around.

"Thanks," you trail over to him slowly. Wrapping your arms around him from behind you inhale his smell. "Foods on the way."

He brings his large hand to smooth over your forearm that's wrapped around his front. He peels your grip and turns around to face you.

"You look really good." He says. His big hands move to cup each side of your face and you melt into his touch.

He can't help but flush a bit at the way you bat your eyes up at him.

"You're so cute n/n!" His hands begin mushing your cheeks together and you fight to escape his grip.

Another knock at the door makes him give up as you go to answer it.

"Way to ruin the moment Lev!" You say as you open the door, rolling your eyes as you turn away to face the driver for the food.

He takes a deeper look at your apartment, the last time he was here was six months ago when he and few of your friends helped you move in.

He stayed the night then, but you hadn't had much in here but boxes and your mattress.

Lights hung around the living room, creating a soft glow.

And incense burning on a small side table by your sofa.

A tapestry hangs behind it on the wall.

Photos are framed, hanging all over your walls and decorating your tables.

One in particular catches him off guard. It's you and him, a year ago at a party. Kuroo had snapped the photo of the two of you drunkinly dancing together. Your head thrown back as you laugh, him looking at you with a goofy grin on his face. Glow sticks around the both of your wrists and necks. Glitter eyeshadow spread all around your eyes and spreading down your face.

It was at some random party you dragged him and Kuroo to one weekend.

It was one of the last times you two partied together.

That photo also helped boost your Tumblr popularity.

He chuckled slightly at the memory of you coming to him excited your post had gotten over 200 'notes'.

Then 500, then 1000, then 10k.

You slowly built your fan base from there, littering your page with more aesthetic photos.

Most of them were you and Lev doing dumb things together at parties, or him and you posing in your mirror taking selfies.

Then when Lev got signed to a modeling agency after graduation, he built a fan base of his own.

Eventually people made the connection that he was the boy in all your photos.

Earning the both of you more popularity, and causing rumors to fly like wildfire.

"Earth to Levvvvvvvvv!" You say waving your hand in his face.

"Sorry! Jetlag."

"Whatever weirdo, dinners here."

He follows you to the kitchen, like a lost puppy dog.

"Go sit at the table, what're you doing?"

"Don't you want any help."

"No, go sit down." You push gently at his side and he takes the hint, throwing his hands up in defeat and turning to go sit down.

You emerge a few moments later with 2 plates and forks, carrying the bag of food in your other hand.

Setting everything down he goes to grab a plate but you're quick to swat his hand away.

He retracts quickly and lets you set the plate and fork down infant of him.

"Let me do this for you Lev." Your voice is basically a whisper and you smile softly looking at him.

You plate his food for him and do the same for yourself.

Sitting down in the chair next to him, you turn your body out so you can properly face him.

He takes a giant bite of his food, moaning at the taste.

"Oh my goddddd, this is so fucking good. They have me on this stupid diet while i'm doing all the runways and I can't stand it."

You giggle softly at him and take a bite of your food.

After a few minutes of quick glances at each other and giggling at his antics while you ate he speaks again.

"I miss this."

You nearly choke a bit on your food.

You look back at him and clear your throat after swallowing.

"Well, you're the one who chose this." A dry chuckle follows your comment.

"Yeah. You're right."

The rest of that night continues smoothly, him talking about his travels and the highs and lows of modeling, you talking about recent internet drama and your affliction with starting a YouTube channel.

He convinces you to do it.

It ends with him in your bed, as always.

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A loud buzzing wakes you up from your sleep.

Groggily tipping your eyes you see a familiar contact on your screen.

"Hello?" Your voice is raspy and filled with sleep.

"N/n?" You've never heard him sound like this, so you sit up allowing yourself a moment to decide what to say next.

"Where are you?"

"Montreal."

"Are you okay?"

He sighs and a moment of silences passes through the line.

"No."

"What happened."

"It's dumb. I shouldn't have called it's late for you."

"I don't care Lev. What's wrong?"

"I just, I really fucking miss you." His voice breaks towards the end of his sentence.

You two hadn't spoken as much since he left again eight months ago.

A call or two and a handful of messages was the extent of it.

"Come home then."

More silence follows your solution.

"I can't n/n... I have so much going on here, all these contracts to fulfill."

You can tell he's frustrated by his tone.

"I can't help you if im hundreds of miles away Lev."

"I always loved how blunt you were." You can here shuffling on the other end of the line, assuming he was getting into bed.

"I miss you too." You say quickly.

"Come with me. Your lease is almost up?"

"I can't just leave, I have a life here, things going on."

"N/n...Please I need you."

"Lev.," your tone becomes stern. He sighs into the mic. "You've had years to do something and you haven't. You can't just call me on a whim and tell me to drop everything."

He knows it's selfish to ask you to leave everything behind.

"At least come visit?"

"Fine."

That's how five days later you ended up on a flight to Barcelona. Lev had this way of drawing you in and making you do things you knew you shouldn't. Such as hastily plan a trip to see your longtime situationship across the globe.

Landing you send him a quick text.

'finally landed :p'

A quick reply from him catches you off guard.

'me too. will meet you at the hotel.'

You gather your bags and make your way to the front door, ready to get as far away from this airport as possible.

Catching a taxi you're grateful for the 3 years of Italian and spanish you took in high school.

You arrive at the quaint inn and became thankful he let you pick where you two were gonna stay at.

Finally getting your key you make your way to the room, its small, with a small balcony over looking the city. Two beds sit in the small room.

Laying your things out on the bed closest to the balcony you stake your claim of it.

You decide its best to shower.

Pulling clothes and your toiletries bag from your suit case you make your way to the bathroom, taking a to shower.

You slip on a flowy skirt and small tank-crop top.

Leaving the bathroom you jump at The giant mans presence.

"You could've text me or came in to say hi or something! Jesus!"

He laughs and stands up walking over to you.

He's quick to pull you in a giant bear hug. He shuffles backwards until the back of his knees hit the bed, allowing him to sit. You shuffle in-between his legs and wrap your arms around his neck.

a soft kiss lands on his cheek as you pull yourself to hug him again.

His hands trace up and down your hips, slowly and softly.

He hums when you pull away and instead run your fingers through his hair.

"Missed you," an airy huff leaves his lips as you use your nails to scratch the back of his head gently.

"What's new?"

he gives you an eye roll and shoves himself face first into your stomach.

You guys stand like this for a bit, just enjoying the other persons presence.

The week goes by quickly, and on the last night he decides to drop a bomb on you and ruin everything.

You're both laying in your bed, entangled with each other, both naked under the thin sheet.

He moves so he can roll on his side and look at you, you do the same.

His fingers trace the side of your face before he moves some loose hair out of your face.

"Y/n."

You feel a pit of anxiety in your stomach at him saying your name.

"Lev?" you say back quiet, unsure of what he would say next.

"So here's the thing," He drops his hand to yours that's laying palm flat against the mattress. He squeezes it before letting go completely. "My agency thinks it would be really good for my career if I date another model."

You sit up, holding the sheet to cover your body, he follows your movements and sits up with you.

"What?" Your voice is shaky. You can already feel the tears prick in your eyes.

"It's not like we can't still see each other!"

You turn away from him slightly.

"How long have you known?"

You can see him slightly slap his face with his hands before speaking again.

"It's why I called you."

he knew for almost two fucking weeks? And he dragged you out here just to dump you?

"What the fuck Lev?" You stand up and quickly gather your clothing off the floor, rushing to the bathroom to get dressed.

he stands up to follow you but you're quick to slam the door and lock it.

He rattles the handle before you can here his hand smack the outside.

"Y/n? Come on lets talk about this."

"You literally did all of this for what? To tell me you can't be with me anymore?"

"It's not like we were ever together though."

You feel the anger brewing inside of you at his words.

You fling the door open and he leans back quickly.

"Then what the fuck have we been doing?"

You step forward causing him to take a step back.

You rush over to your suit case with an arm full of your bathroom stuff. Shoving everything in.

Tears burn hot on your face.

"What are you doing?" His voice sounds hurt but you don't care.

"I'm just gonna go to the airport."

"Your flights not until tomorrow afternoon?"

"So what?"

"So you're going to sit there for almost 20 hours?"

"I guess so."

"You're being rash."

You turn quickly at his statement and stand up walking over to him.

"You fucking played me. Three fucking years for fucking nothing! I've been working with nothing but scraps! You leave after high school then never call or reach out unless you're home and able to fuck!" Your finger is poking his chest hard.

He grabs your wrist and throws your arm down.

"I had to go!" He's now yelling, anger and hurt on his face.

"No you didn't there are plenty of opportunities back home!"

"No there aren't! This is different!"

You fold your arms and scoff.

"So what? You're just gonna get to go around with some hot model on your arm and flaunt her and be her boyfriend while I just, what? Wait for you to call me after almost eight months of nat talking because you want to fuck?"

He puts his face in his hands and groans loudly.

"No, y/n. I don't want that."

"Then what do you want?"

He sits on the bed and sighs. Looking up at you.

You're so beautiful his chest hurts when he looks at you.

You have big sad eyes, mascara running down your face. Your lips are slightly puffy from crying and you and him making out earlier.

A few light hickeys trail over your chest and neck.

"I just want to do one thing right."

You wipe your face off and take a deep breath, sitting down next to him.

You lean your head on his shoulder as you reach out and pull his hand into your lap. Fingers tracing the back of his hand lightly.

"You need to focus on your career." You place his hand back in his own lap and stand up, looking slightly down to see him.

He looks up at you and goes to speak, probably argue with you, but you're quick to cut him off.

"Lev, I care about you a lot. So please, do this for me?"

He can tell you're sad just saying those words, but if he argues he knows you'll leave angry at him.

"I am so fucking sorry. This is temporary. I'll come back to you."

You sigh and look up at the ceiling, fighting the tears that are treating to spill again. You blow out and finally look back down to him.

"That's not fair."

You're right. It's not fair.

His hand goes out to touch you but you dodge it, moving away from his touch.

You notice the way his face flashes with hurt at your actions.

You want to reach out and apologize, holding him and telling him everything will be fine. That you'll wait.

You don't.

"Please, I can't just lose you." His voice is soft and broken. He's pleading with you.

"Haiba."

He feels sick to his stomach and the formality.

Tears prick his eyes and he knows what you're going to say next.

"Just hold me one more time. Please?" His eyes are heavy with guilt so you fold.

Crawling back on to his lap, fingers tracing shapes into the soft skin on his cheek.

You guys lay like this for an hour.

The next morning you leave before he wakes up, not wanting to face him.

You don't speak to Lev Haiba for 3 years.

You guys still like each others posts, but nothing more than that.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ 7/20/2022 5:15 P.M. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

You're in the old gymnasium of your high school, champagne flute in hand.

You spot a waiter heading your way and motion for him to come over.

As he does you quickly chug your glass down and trade him for a new, full one.

Scanning the room you look out at the sea of people you hadn't see or been in contact with for five years.

You finally fully walk out into the crowd to hopefully strike up a conversation with literally anyone.

"N/n?"

You freeze at the sudden nickname.

You hadn't been called that in 3 years.

Slowly turning you make eye contact with a suited chest, trailing your eyes up you instant recognize the man.

"Lev!" You say, heat rising into your face.

You knew this was a possibility but you never expected to actually see him or speak to him.

He slowly looks you over, you look amazing.

A black dress hugs you in all the right places, gold jewelry adorning you. Hair curled and makeup done.

"How are you?" He asks, hoping to catch up.

"Oh, you know, same ol' same ol'!" You shrug.

He's quick to notice the way you drink your whole glass in one drink.

He leans down to whisper in your ear.

"Wanna get out of here?"

You don't know why you say yes.

You knew exactly how this would go.

He has you in the back of a taxi to his hotel.

"So, you and your girlfriend broke up?" You ask, you knew the answer. they broke up a year ago.

"A while ago, so you never got a boyfriend?" A smirk plays on his face but you're quick to swat his shoulder playfully.

"No last time I tried I almost died from a broken heart."

"Really?" His eyes get big.

God bless him, he didn't understand you were talking about him.

Your eyes rake over him, watching as he turns his head to look out the window.

He's stronger than he was a few years ago, you can tell by how his suit tightens with the slightest movements of his arms.

You can't help yourself as you reach over and run your hand against the fabric hugging his bicep.

He looks down at your hand then up at your face.

You give him a wide smile.

"Wow! Lev you've gotten so strong!"

He chuckles lowly and a shiver runs down your spine.

The sense of boy-ish and immature attitude he once had had gone away over the few years you hadn't seen him.

Now a more grown, and mature aura seeped off him.

It wasn't hard to feel the difference in your classes.

You still had fringed and colored hair. Nails short but colorful, charms and designs filling them up.

You had gotten more piercings and tattoos too, he could see them due to the high leg slits and low-cut neck line of your dress.

He loved the way you always had too much jewelry on.

Chunky rings on every finger, some having more than one.

He's counted five necklaces on your neck and maybe eight or nine bracelets dangling on your wrists.

Your ear is filled with hoops and shiny studs.

He wonders how much money you've spent on body modifications in the past couple years.

The taxi comes to a slow halt in front of the hotel, Lev is quick to pass a 100$ bill to the man.

"Lev! Was that American money?" You loudly whisper as you join him at his side to walk into the building.

He laughs as he holds the door open for you.

"Yes!" he finally responds.

You open the next door and make a point to bow and point towards the lobby of the building.

He sighs and nods his head with a smile as he walks in.

You giggle slightly and follow him to the elevators.

One is quick to arrive, you both are quicker to enter it.

You noticed that the closer you get to being truly alone together the faster you two start moving.

As soon as the doors shut you pounce on him.

Grabbing his collar and quickly pulling him into you, crashing your lips together.

He grunts a bit before allowing his hands to slide down your hips until he stops on the back of your thighs.

He lifts you up quickly, and now it's your turn to gasp in shock.

You feel your dress slide up your legs so as to allow you to wrap them around his waist.

You deepen the kiss as he uses his large hand to hold your back up.

You don't know how long you continue to do this but it seems like 30 seconds until the elevator dings, signifying your arrival to his floor.

He doesn't set you down but decides to to carry you.

You laugh as you tell him to put you down, he nods with a quick 'no.'

You leaves quick kisses up the side of his neck and face.

He's laughing too. Once he reaches his door he shifts your body weight into one of his hands to fish the card out of his pocket.

You slide down a bit, but you're quick to wrap your arms tighter around his neck, pulling your self back up.

The door chimes and lights up green, he's quick to open it and get inside.

With a swift kick he kicks it shut. Kissing your again.

He leads you to the bed and gently lays you down on it.

Finally you speak again.

"Lev," You sit up leaning your back against his pillows.

"Hmm?" He says facing away from you, standing by a chair and loosening his tie.

"Earlier, in the taxi when I brought up almost dying of a broken heart?"

He now faces you, slowly walking over to the bed.

"What about it?" He asks softly.

"You know I was talking about you right?"

He stops moving and just stares at you.

A sigh escapes his lips as he sits on the end of the bed facing away from you.

You crawl forward and sit on your knees behind him.

Hands slowly brushing over his shoulders before you wrap them around his neck loosely. pushing your chest flush against his back, head resting in the crook of his neck.

You feel him shiver when you blow out a bit of air against his ear.

He clears his throat and responds.

"Yeah, I figured."

He sounds sad, and disappointed.

He leans his head back at a right angle so he can slightly look at you.

"So, basically," He watches as you pull off of him and sit back on your knees. Wiping your hands over the material of your dress. "I don't know if I'm really in a place to get involved with you like that again."

He now turns his long torso so he can face you fully.

His face drops in a pout and it reminds you of him when you two were 17.

You watch as his face goes from upset to excited.

"Well, could you get involved with me if it was more than what it was last time?"

You drop your jaw and pop and angry eyebrow up, scoffing at the question.

You then cross your arms and roll your eyes.

His face drops again, unsure why you would react this way.

"What?" He asks.

You let out a loud sounding 'Ughhh' before answering him.

"How are you going to play me for three years, drop me for some random model your agency wants you to be with, then show up at our high school reunion after 3 years just to try and finally go out with me for real?!"

He's silent for a minute before dropping his face into his hands and groaning.

He finally looks back up at you with sorry wide eyes.

"When you say it like that it sounds bad n/n!"

Your face gets hot in anger as you move off the bed to stand up.

"Uhm, newsflash, Lev, it was, no is bad!"

He looks up at you now.

"I know, but listen to me okay?"

You turn your nose up at him and cross your arms again.

He scoffs loudly but continues to talk.

"I fucked up, like really, really fucked up with you."

You now look down at him, a quizzical eyebrow popped up.

"I'm listening." You say.

He chokes back a small laugh at your dramatics.

"And I know that I don't deserve your forgiveness. Like at all. But I just need you to know that I am sorry for everything. You deserved someone who treated you so much better than I did.," He stops, taking in a deep breath before reaching out for your hand, spinning one of your rings between his long fingers. "Just give me a chance to treat you right. Please."

You had never seen him so vunrable. You sigh dreamily at him and step forward to be closer to him.

He spreads his legs and allows you to step between them. You can hear him take a deep inhale at your scent.

A small smile is on your face as he lays his head against your chest.

You entangle your fingers in his hair and scratch his scalp softly.

His hands find your hips, the warmth of them so familiar yet foreign after all this time.

"Hmmmm,' You hum loudly. Poking fun at him. "Well I guess if you were being serious this time around I might consider it, but you have a lot of apologizing and making it up to me to do."

He moves so his chin is resting against your chest bone, looking up at you.

You move your hands to cup his face, thumbs slowly swiping his cheeks.

"I promise I'm for real this time."

You lean down and kiss him.

You would never say this out loud, but you would let him hurt you over and over again as long as it meant you got to hold him, touch him, just be around him.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ 07/14/2025 8:30 P.M. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Your keys jingle as you pull them out, shoving your apartment key into the lock.

Shoving the door open you're greeted by your dog, excitedly jumping around and on you.

"Hiii baby," you lean down and let your dog lick the side of your face as you scratch behind its ears.

After a moment you finally stand up and close the door behind you.

Walking in you drop your bag and shove your coat and boots off simultaneously.

You unbutton your jeans and shove them down your legs, stepping out of them as you continue your way to your bathroom. Finally kicking them fully off your ankles, you lift your right leg up behind you, hopping a bit to pull your sock off and quickly doing the same with the opposite leg.

Making your way to the closed bathroom door, you groan realizing you left your preroll in our purse.

You huff and roll your eyes, turning around to go get it. On your way back you make haste pulling your tight shirt off, finally unhooking your bra with a angelic sigh.

Digging your preroll and lighter out of your purse you pad back over to the bathroom.

Pushing the door open you make a point to dramatically step onto the cold tile with a huff.

You start to fill your bath with hot water, appreciating the fact you had a large tub.

You turn on the strand of lights you put around your bathroom mirror, to give a soft light.

You light and incense and open your bathroom window slightly.

Turning around you lean against the sink, popping the small tube open. Pulling the delicately wrapped blunt out.

You place it between your lips but don't light it, instead you pull your underwear off and go to turn the water off. Stepping in you clench tightly on the lighter in your hands at the sting from the hot water.

After a moment you finally sit down wincing at the heat burning your skin.

Once you fully adjust your'e grateful for the cool breeze blowing through the crack in the window. you finally light the end of your blunt and pull in deeply. Taking it back between your fingers you pull it out of your mouth.

Forming your lips in and o shape you look up at the ceiling and blow the smoke out slowly.

Watching as the yellowed smoke thickly and slowly swims up in the air.

You repeat this process 2 more times before you hear the front door of your apartment shut.

loud footsteps tap against the floor outside, then you hear keys drop on the floor, a nasty habit he had that constantly resulted in him losing them.

You roll your eyes and inhale again.

You listen as you hear the distinctive sound of a belt buckle hitting hardwood floors.

Exhaling slowly the footsteps get louder as they quickly make way to the bathroom door.

"Babe?" your boyfriends voice is quiet and soft as he opens the bathroom door slowly.

"Get in here quick so the whole place won't start to smell!" You whisper yell.

"Okay, okay!" he whisper yells back, choosing to only open the door just wide enough for him to squeeze through. You assume this is to prevent one of your three animals from entering.

He shuts the door and you're quick to notice he's only in his boxers and socks.

He sits down on top of the closed toilet seat, leaning over and grabbing the blunt from your hand.

You wave the same hand at him in a slow circular motion.

You watch with doting eyes as he pinches the end of it and takes a long drag off of it.

He hands it back to you and blows the smoke out the side of his mouth.

You take it back and lean over the side of the tub, head resting on one of your arms that's folded. Your other one holding the blunt out away from you. You bed your elbow and take a long drag off of it.

Before you exhale he grabs it back.

It's a roach at this point so you exhale and tell him he can finish it.

You had most of it anyways.

He thanks you and you watch him as he continues to smoke.

Something about this was so intimate for you.

The air was sticky from the smoke and humid from the steam of the hot water, but still an occasional breeze would blow in through the crack in the window, allowing a brief moment of fresh, cool air.

The smoke still lingered, slowly moving through the air in spirals and waves. You watched with heavy eyes as he exhaled for the final time. Putting the end of the paper in the trash can.

He leaned back against the top of the toilet and stretched his legs out.

"Get in with me." You say voice just barely above a whisper.

He hums and looks down at you.

He slides off the toilet into a squat in front of the tub.

He tilts his body to lean the same way your head is resting.

His hand comes up and brushes some of your hair behind your ear before he lays his palm flat against the tops of your head, stroking your head a few times.

"You're so beautiful."

You feel heat rush to your cheeks at his words. He always says stuff in a way that makes it seem like such an obvious fact.

He stands up and quickly discards the few items of clothing he had left. You scoot forward, knees pulled up to your chest, allowing him to slide in behind you. Once he settles down you slide back until you feel his chest. His arms move from the sides of the bathtub to rub your shoulders.

"Missed you." You say with a sigh at the relief of pressure in your shoulders.

"Not as much as I missed you." He's quick to follow it by kissing the side of your face quickly over and over again.

You giggle at the sensation and his words.

"Lev! Calm down!" you say between your laugh.

"What? Can't show my beautiful, amazing, smart, funny, sexy, hot, gorgeous lady some love?"

You laugh and let your head fall back on his shoulder. Kissing gently as his jaw.

"I mean when you put it that wayyyyy." You say followed by a soft chuckle.

"Have I told you how much I love you today?"

You roll your eyes but can't help the smile that crosses your face.

"You are such a corn ball Lev!"

"Only for youuuu" he says in a sing-song tone.

"Whatever weirdo."

"You love it."

You nod your head no.

"You do."

You continue shaking your head.

"You're a liar."

"Uh-uh." You say.

"Yes huh." He mocks.

"Bitch."

He scoffs loudly at your choice of words.

"Skank." He says sassily.

You lean forward so you can turn to face him.

A scowl crosses your face before you stick your tongue out at him.

He makes the same face back at you.

After a moment of this you both start laughing.

You settle back against his chest, lifting your left hand to admire the new nail set you had just gotten done a few hours prior.

Lev's hand comes up to grab yours, messing with one of your rings.

"I think I should get you a bigger diamond."

"What?"

"Maybe get a 5 or 6 carat one?"

You scoff and pull your hand down to rest on your chest.

"Lev, I don't need a 5 or 6 carat diamond. I'm happy with this one."

"Yeah but I like when you wear those big chunky rings, might as well make your wedding ring match."

You hum at his antics.

"Whatever you say baby."

You scoot back a bit and cuddle back into him.

He kisses the top of your head as he wraps his arms tightly around you.

"I'm gonna get you one t'morrow." He mumbles into your hair.

You close your eyes and allow yourself to fully relax into him.

Glad you had a large enough bathtub to let both of you comfortably fit.

It was moments like this that you would normally snap a selfie or two to post but right now you just wanted to experience him.

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Jealous!Protective!Korekiyo x Clumsy!Reader

✨they/them pronouns used✨

✨fluff, angst and fluff at the end✨

CW: nothing really, just Korekiyo hearing Y/N stretch and it makes him blush, Kiyo being jealous, pajama sleeve sliding down Y/N’s shoulder, slightly suggestive?, jealousy, profanity

Korekiyo decided to surprise his S/O with their favorite snack that he prepared just for them with a tiny bit of help from Kirumi. He decides to send Y/N a text.

‘Y/N, good morning. Are you awake?’ SEND.

‘Mornin Kiyo… am not really awake rn… What’s up?’ SEND.

Kiyo gasps in shock. ‘Oh dear, I’m sorry to have woken you up. Are you alright, do you want to resume your nap?’ SEND.

‘Eh it’s ok, I’ll get up. I accidentally took a three hour nap. Guess I got into a food coma after breakfast? Lemme get up’ SEND.

‘Alright, I’ve got a surprise for you, by the way.’ SEND.

“Oh my, now he’s gotten me curious!” Y/N asks themself, clapping their hands in excitement and giggling to themself. “Alright, Y/N, ya gotta get up. Your boyfriend has a surprise for you.”

Little do they know that Kiyo wanted to surprise them at the door. He’s patiently standing at the door, with a little chocolate cupcake with chocolate frosting on it. He gets butterflies but knocks on the door once he sighs to relieve his anxiety.

“Himiko, is that you? I can’t wait to watch your magic show this afternoon! I talked about it with Gonta last night while he was teaching me about the different kinds of ladybugs! Lemme get up- OH SHIT!” They slide off the bed. “Christ on a stick, that hurt! That’s juuuust great, a bruise is gonna pop up soon…” They sigh and stretch to wake themself up.

Korekiyo hears them stretch and blushes for whatever reason. “I-I didn’t know people made noises when they stretch… Maybe it’s just something Y/N does? It’s a mystery.” He then hears them walking and they bump into the door, making a loud THUMP noise. “Oop. Didn’t mean to do that, Himiko! I’m all good! It’s normal for me..!”

They see their (favorite color) pajama shirt part of their PJ outfit starting to slide down one of their shoulders. “Oh shoot!” They try to fix that but it slides down again, but fortunately it doesn’t slide any more. At that point, they give up and open the door, yawning. “Sorry, Himiko, my clumsiness got the better of me, I should not have stayed up until midnight. I think I ended up falling asleep on the floor haha-“ They look up to see a confused looking Korekiyo.

“H-Hello, Y/N. I made you a chocolate cupcake with chocolate frosting because Kirumi informed me that you really enjoy chocolate. She helped me a small bit. But I hope you enjoy it. Would you like to come with me to the courtyard? There’s tables and chairs underneath some cherry blossoms there.” He asks.

Y/N finally opens her eyes and sees Kiyo looking at them, patiently waiting for answer. They blush super hard and continuously try to fix their sleeve. Them blushing causes Kiyo to blush pretty hard and tremble slightly and almost drops his plate.

“O-Oh dear. I guess you’ve never seen me with PJs on. You’re one of the few people here in this academy who have seen my pajamas. This stupid sleeve wouldn’t stay put, maybe I can see if Kirumi can tighten them one of these days. A-Anyway, let’s go to the tables, I would love to try what you made for me, which is so sweet by the way, I really appreciate it!” They smile.

Korekiyo and Y/N make their way to the tables. Y/N has a little spring in their step and their sleeve slides down their shoulder, though they are just happily making their way to the table and they aren’t even aware that Kaito is in front of them.

Until they bump into him. “Oof-“ they silently say as they look up at Kaito. “Ohh! Kaito! I didn’t see you there! Afternoon!” They exclaim with a really big smile. “Hey there, Y/N!” They high five. “Do you want to come vibe at the courtyard with Kiyo and I?”

“Hmm… as long as Kiyo is fine with it, I don’t mind, my dude.” Kaito smiles and Korekiyo then walks up to Y/N. “Oh, Kiyo! Hey! Y/N here says that you’re going to the courtyard soon and they wanted to know if I could come along with you two. I won’t, like, be the awkward third wheel or anything.”

“S-Sure...” Kiyo responds back, sounding a little annoyed. Y/N’s eyes sparkle as they jump up and down with sparkling eyes. “Alright, let’s make our way there! I’m gonna get a head start!”

Literally them as they run towards the doors:

Kiyo happily waves at them as they run off and then turns his head rather quickly and glares at Kaito menacingly, but stays quiet. Kaito gets a little spooked, so he runs off and meets up with Y/N.

“Haaa… Y/N, there you are! Dude, I forget how big this academy is sometimes ….” Kaito exclaims.

Y/N is muttering profanities left and right as they look at their bruised knee. Kaito looks down at Y/N, who’s on the ground. Kaito bursts out laughing. “Ah, sorry for laughing. You good, though? A-Anyways, let’s go to the courtyard so we can vibe!” Kaito happily walks away, with Y/N happily walking with him.

Kiyo makes annoyed noises as he slowly makes his way to the courtyard. Y/N and Kaito make it to the courtyard table and sit down, across from each other. The two are just catching up about just everything. “So then I told Shuichi and Maki Roll while we doing our training stuff that ‘the impossible is possible, all you gotta do is make it so!’ and Shuichi seemed to like that. I saw Rantaro the other day painting Kaede’s nails the other day and I’m gonna be serious, can I ask you something?” Kaito asks.

Y/N happily nods. “Yeah my dude, you can tell me anything!” Kaito sighs. “I’m… kinda jealous. I wouldn’t be apposed to Rantaro painting my nails, but… I’m embarrassed to ask.” “Tell ya what! Next week, I’ll get my nails painted (insert favorite color here) and I can bring you with! Trust me, it’s amazing!”

Kiyo finally makes his way to the courtyard and sits next to Y/N. “Hello there, dear. Did I miss anything?” Korekiyo asks, readjusting Y/N’s sleeve again. “Not much, we were just catching up and I got a bruise. It’s not the end of the world. I literally trip on everything. Kaito get this. Literally yesterday I was walking upstairs and tripped on my own feet?? No idea why that happens, but I guess I’m a bit of a clumsy oaf.”

Kaito and Kiyo exchange glances. Kaito tries to resist the urge to laugh, but just starts laughing like crazy. Kiyo glares at Kaito and then he’s speechless. “Haha.. ahh, that is hilarious. Just Y/N things, am I right?” Y/N nods and they turn to look at the night sky.

“The stars look so pretty! Look at them, Kiyo! … Is that one changing colors??” Y/N asks, confused.

“Yeah! Did you know that stars can be different colors? I personally like the blue one. One day, I wanna go fly to the sky and check out the stars. You’ll be the first person to know about my stories and what I saw, I promise!” Kaito says, winking in a friendly way.

Kaito rambles for a few hours and Y/N is flat out dead asleep on Kiyo’s chest. “Shit, it’s getting late. I should go hit the hay soon. See ya Y/N! … Y/N?” He turns around and sees Y/N, sleeping peacefully with their boyfriend has his hand on her head, as if he’s protecting them??? Kaito gets confused and walks away with his hands in his pockets.

God that’s so cute, you don’t need to do that though, Kiyo

Kiyo gently taps on their shoulder, waking them up. “Hm..? Kaito? Where did he… go?” They ask while rubbing their eyes. “He… was tired so he went back to the dorm.” Korekiyo’s eyes start to glow, unable to keep his anger in anymore.

“Speaking of Kaito, what was THAT?! He was clearly flirting with you! Did you not see that?! HOW did you NOT see that?!” Kiyo exclaims. “I didn’t. I genuinely didn’t. If he was actually flirting with me, why didn’t you stop him?! Why didn’t you do anything!?”

“Because you were having a good time and catching up on things with somebody you don’t see a lot these days! And I didn’t want to ruin that for you!”

“… wait a minute. How did you know about that? How did you know that I was catching up with him?”

Korekiyo just kinda does this 👇🏻

“Were you intentionally taking your time? Were you eavesdropping on our conversation? I can’t believe it! It’s all over your face! You not saying anything is just icing on the cake!” Y/N explains with their pajama shirt’s sleeve sliding down even more than before.

“W-Wait, Y/N, let me expl-“ “SAVE IT, KOREKIYO! I don’t want to hear your bullshit lies!” Y/N exclaims with a hint of a growl in their voice. They storm off.

Korekiyo watches them storm off. He then sighs and sits at the table and stares at the night sky. “I had a bad feeling about Kaito this whole time… Does Y/N actually not know when people are flirting with them? Or were they just saying that?”

He looks at the ground and just walks inside the building. He enters the building and walks to his dorm room. “… just wait for them to cool off. You need to just wait, Korekiyo.” He starts to pace around his room. “I’m just going to go to my lab to distract myself.”

He makes his way to his lab and opens the door. He stares at his pot full of roses and just stares at them. “These are beautiful. Y/N and I grew these together. That’s what makes them even more beautiful. Them. They’re beautiful in all ways. Even their flaws make them beautiful.” He blushes really hard. “I must find them and apologize to them. I would only assume that they’re in their room or elsewhere.”

Kiyo spots Himiko. “Himiko, have you seen Y/N? I’ve been trying to find them.” Himiko looks at Kiyo, with an upset expression. “Nyeh, why would I want to tell you where they are?” Korekiyo sighs. “Thanks for your help, I guess.” He continues to pursue them.

Hallways? Nope. Game room? Nah. Cafeteria? Kind of? He found a box of pocky. That’s worth something, so he put it in his pocket. “Pocky..? That’s Y/N’s favorite kind of pocky, so I’m getting somewhere.” Kiyo mutters to himself.

He casually walks around the building until he hears Kiibo and some familiar voices, including Y/N’s voice in the library. “Found them.” “MAN, it feels good to take this pajama shirt off. It felt like I was on fire.” “Y-Y/N, please don’t say that, somebody might hear you say that and or doesn’t sound too good out of context!! What if your boyfriend was nearby and heard that? He’d get suspicious!” Kiibo exclaims

Shocked at what he hears, he aggressively pushes the door open and it hits the wall. Kiyo stares at Y/N and then at Kiibo and then at Kaede. He blushes really hard at the sight of Y/N in a (favorite color(s) tanktop and covers his face for a while. Kiibo raises his hands and walks out. “I wasn’t doing anything suspicious, I was just telling them that it wasn’t wise to shout that.”

Kaede just nopes out of the room. “Nope, not dealing with this.” Korekiyo watches his companions leave and looks at Y/N like this.

“My oh my, dearest. There you are. My beautiful rose. I was looking for you to apologize for what I did. Can you forgive me for eavesdropping on your conversation and snapping at you?”

Man I swear this dude has rizz

They start to blush hard. “Y-Yeah…”

“Thank you, dear. It means a lot to me. By the way, what was it you and Kaito were talking about? You don’t have to get specific if you don’t want to.” Kiyo asks, tilting his head to the side.

“W-Well, I’m sure Kaito wouldn’t want me t-talking about it, but we just plan on hanging out- nothing bad I promise! Just hanging out.” Y/N replies and Korekiyo smiles. “You look so cute when you blush like this.” Y/N raises her eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Well you look handsome when you blush too~, I’ve never seen you blush like this before.” Y/N scoots closer to Korekiyo and gives him a big hug. “And I’m sorry too… for the yelling. I love you.”

Kiyo smiles warmly. “Your heartbeat… it’s racing a little bit. And I love you so much more.” Kiyo and Y/N smile and Kiyo gets a little peck on the cheek. “M-My oh my… H-How u-unexpected.” He looks at the clock. “Oh gosh, look at the time, it’s three in the morning. But I don’t want to get up just now, I just want to feel your heartbeat for j-just a little while longer.”

“But we’re gonna have to-“ Y/N yawns. “-go home eventually. You make me feel so loved. I’ve never felt this before.” Korekiyo gasps and stands up. He reaches for Y/N’s hand. They stand up and they walk to Y/N’s dorm room. “What were you saying about not feeling loved like this before’?”

Kiyo and Y/N stand in front of Y/N’s door. “It… it’s a long story. I’ll explain it to you one of these days. As much as I would love to keep talking, I feel quite tired. See you in the morning?” They ask. “But of course, darling. I love you, I’ll see you in the morning, or specifically, later in the morning.” He gives them a peck on the cheek. They’re so happy that they go into their room, blush so hard that they are tomato red (from blushing) and dive into their bed and happily shove their face into their pillow and happily giggles. Kiyo hears their giggles and walks to his room, feeling happy and blushing, knowing that he just made their night.

The next day, Kaede walks into the library and realizes that their pajama shirt is still there. She blushes at the sight, picks up the shirt and walks to their dorm room with a note saying “Y/N, you left this in the library. -Kaede”

[lucy4242564]

.cowboy like me.

Chapter 14

May these memories break our fall

~Long live the walls we crashed through, I had the time of my life, with you~

At the count of three the two of them plunged into the cold water below.

It was fun.

Lilah felt free.

It was her last good memory there, she just didn’t know it yet.

Is some of this HOLY cringe? yes. But there’s nothing but angst after this chapter and I needed to give the happy couple one last fling… cause Lilah kind of becomes a villain 🫣

“I mean, there’s no point in me dropping out this late in the game.” Lilah explained. “I already have my bachelor’s in Criminal Justice and I can just start an internship somewhere this summer.”

 

“So you’d be staying in Atlanta for a while then.” Daryl commented.

 

Lilah was taking the leap and pursuing a career in crime scene investigation. After her incident a year ago, she wanted to become more involved with helping track down criminals, she wanted to feel like she could make a difference. Her biggest obstacle would be her boyfriend though. Daryl had no interest in moving to Atlanta. The city was not for him and he loved his quiet life in the mountains.

 

Of course he supported her passion. He just hated how far away she was.

 

“Would it be so bad to move?”

 

“Hell yeah.”

 

Why did he have to be so stubborn?

 

Lilah cared so much for the man in front of her, but sometimes she wished she met him after college. When things were secure and she didn’t have to worry about bouncing back and forth places.

 

 

Lilah tossed her head back while a shot of whiskey rolled down her throat. It was her 24th birthday and she was celebrating the best way she knew how. In a semi-full bar with mostly people she didn’t know until three years ago. Her family flew down and her brother wanted the experience of a ‘southern club’. Naturally she had no clue. Paul on the other hand.

 

“How many shots was that?” Her boyfriends voice asked as his chin rested on her shoulder.

 

“Don’t matter, Barbie’s celebratin’” Merle responded for her.

 

She’d definitely had more than enough to drink, but it had technically only been her second shot of the night. Lilah was feeling great.

 

“Exactly! I’m celebrating! ” Her words slurred as they came out. She could hear Merle’s distinctive laugh, which made her laugh.

 

“Y’needa drink some water.”

 

“You need to get me some then.” She hated how much she loved the feeling of being drunk. It only made it worse with the older Dixon there to egg her on.

 

“Tell’im blondie.”

 

“Shut up bro!” Daryl yelled, which earned him a pout from his girlfriend.

 

“Be nice! At least he’s having fun with me!”

 

“Somebody’s gotta drive yer drunk ass home.”

 

“My daddy’s here!” It was technically true. He was just also drinking.

 

Lilah was very proud of herself, because with her brother’s help, they’d convinced both their parents to come out for a little while that night. Truthfully, she wasn’t expecting them to drink at all, but her dad had definitely thrown back a shot or two.

 

“Don’t care, yer comin’ home with me.”

 

“Then get me some water.” When he disappeared to the bar, Lilah winked at Merle and bolted off to a different area.

 

“Lyle!” Paul came up with a shit eating grin on his face. “How drunk are you?”

 

“Why? Who sent you?”

 

He tilted his head, “No one? I just wanna know if ya gone enough for me to play a song without’cha gettin’ all embarrassed.”

 

A stupid laugh left her mouth. “Daryl’s trying to make me drink water because he thinks I’m too drunk.” She explained. “He’s not wrong, I’m very drunk. Which is why I’m avoiding him.”

 

“Bet.” Was all he said before running off towards the band.

 

This might have been one of the best nights of her life. At least in recent memory.

 

Her dad was playing pool downstairs with some guy Lilah didn’t know, Landon wandered around with his new camera capturing so many things she knew she wouldn’t want to be reminded of, Brittany was in a corner talking to her mom about something, Merle sat at the bar, and Daryl was… somewhere.

 

Probably scanning the room for her.

 

“Lilah, your friend Paul said happy birthday and he’s thought of you since this song came out.”

 

A voice from the stage called out causing her face to go bright red. She may have been drunk enough to not get embarrassed by a song, but that didn’t mean she wanted her name announced throughout the bar.

 

Before she could run away, Paul came and grabbed her hand to pull her closer to the stage.

 

Despite missing the first few lines, she wanted to hide her face when her ears absorbed the song.

 

“Sent her down south for some higher education  
Put her on the fast track, to a law degree. Now she's comin' home to visit 
Holdin' the hand
Of a wild-eyed boy
With a farmer's tan”

 

Lilah shoved him playfully and began walking from the middle of the room. She knew if she was trying to hide her face away while she was drunk, a sober Daryl definitely was.

 

She made eye contact with Brittany and mouthed his name, wondering if she’d seen him. With a stupid grin she pointed towards the exit.

 

Checks out.

 

As she left the bar, she drunkenly danced over to his truck, assuming that’s where he was. “Thought you were going to get me some water.” Lilah teased as she walked up to the rolled down window.

 

Letting out a puff of smoke he raised a water bottle from beside him and held it out. “I saw ya run off after I left. Then that song came on and figured you’d walk out.”

 

She stuck her tongue out, “Well don’t you just know me so well.”

 

“Paul’s been playin’ that album since it came out. Surprised he ain’t forced ya to listen to it already with how much yer over there helpin’ out.”

 

Lilah walked over to the passenger side, opening it, then sliding in beside her lover. “I mean,” she began in a teasing tone. “I do love a southern boy drawl.”

 

“Shudup.”

 

 

“Do you want kids one day?” Lilah asked from the passenger seat of Daryl’s truck.

 

They were on their way to go fishing that evening and the air had been silent the entire ride thus far.

 

The question made Daryl look away from the road temporarily to see what emotion her face was portraying. It was unreadable though, he hadn’t had enough time to really study it. He swallowed before answering, “As long as you do.” A soft, breathy laugh left her chest. “Do you?” He pondered.

 

She did respond right away, instead Lilah studied the sun setting in the distance. Ever since Cam had been born, the more often she thought of kids. She probably thought more about children then getting married.

 

Lilah always wanted children. She loved kids, so much. In her heart she felt like she was meant to be a mother.

 

When she went to get her birth control replaced the month prior, she had considered talking to Daryl about the topic then to determine whether or not she actually wanted to get back on it. The logical part of her brain knew a kid would be a lot right now though. It didn’t stop her from thinking about how perfect a little mixture of them would be.

 

“More than I want a lot of things.” She admitted.

 

The answer shocked Daryl.

 

He knew a lot of women wanted children eventually. Lilah was just so independent and determined for a career, he didn’t really consider children to be something she wanted a lot. Maybe eventually, but nothing she would be looking forward to.

 

“How many?” Was all he could think to ask.

 

“As many as you’ll give me.” Lilah gave Daryl a flirtatious side-eye then scooted to the middle of the seat.

 

Daryl’s face flushed. Never in his life did he think he’d look forward to having a kid, much less multiple. With those eyes though, he’d give her whatever she wanted.

 

 

Daryl was dragging Lilah along to some hunting raffle event. He was only doing it to use her for more entries so he’d have a better chance at winning.

 

Her only condition, which wasn’t really a condition since they both benefited from it, was stopping to get coffee. Recently she’d unintentionally become reliant on an excessive amount of caffeine. It was way more of a need than a want at that point.

 

“Ain’t gettin’ none’a that girly crap. Don’t drink it.”

 

“Daryl, I know what you drink.” She held out her hand for his card to be placed in it.

 

The weird status quo about Starbucks and their drinks being perceived as girly irritated her. They were just hand crafted beverages. If you want a plain, boring, coffee that’s whatever, but personalizing a drink shouldn’t have been considered girly.

 

Which is exactly why he was getting a personalized ‘girly’ drink.

 

When she handed him the iced coffee, he gave it a weird look. “Why’s it cold?”

 

“It’s just a plain coffee with cream but iced. It enhances the flavor.” She lied.

 

He hummed before taking a sip, not saying another word. Once he was a quarter way done with no complaints she smirked in his direction while getting out the truck. “How’s your upside down iced caramel macchiato?” She asked as they began walking to the entrance.

 

“My what?”

 

“Your upside down iced caramel macchiato? Your drink?”

 

“Thought’chu said it was just a coffee.”

 

“Thought’chu said you didn’t drink that girly crap.”

 

 

 

“C’mon, you’ll be aight!” Daryl yelled from the river below.

 

“Give me a minute!” Lilah hollered down at him.

 

She’d watched a lot of the friend group jump from the bridge and into the water effortlessly in the past. Lilah just never had the guts to do it.

 

This time was different though. Daryl dared her to do it and she couldn’t back out now.

 

“What are you doing?” She asked Brittany as she crossed over the side to hang off with her.

 

“You jump, I jump remember?”

 

Lilah couldn’t help but laugh at the call back to seeing ‘Titanic’ in theaters together. They used to reference it all the time, but she never thought they’d ever actually be jumping anywhere.

 

At the count of three the two of them plunged into the cold water below.

 

It was fun.

 

Lilah felt free.

 

It was her last good memory there, she just didn’t know it yet.

Chapter 15.

[writebackatya]

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Once again I’ve caught the writing bug. And once again I’m just too excited about what I’m writing so I thought I’d share a little bit

So come on! Come get your pre-canon Spear of Selene angst! All though this part ain’t too angsty. And this hasn’t been beta read and still a work in process so it ain’t final

Also in case you couldn’t tell, I love writing for Duckworth:

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“LOOK OUT BELOW!”

After hearing the inane shouting of Della, Bradford let out a quiet exasperated sigh; which was then followed by a rather loud startled gasp as the buzzard spotted the duck sliding down the stairs, using a shield as her personal board.

“Ah! Bradford?!” Della then swung her body into the direction away from the buzzard, causing the duck to wipe out off her board but away from Bradford.

“Umph!” Della grunted as her face made contact to the ground. She then quickly looked up to greet her guest.

“Bradford.”

DONK

The shield that Della was using as a stairboard landed on top of the duck’s head.

After the shield fell off her head, Della got up onto her feet, “I mean, Mr. Buzzard. Sorry, I thought you were Donald! He’s coming back home today and well you how siblings can get, right?”

“…No. I do not.” Bradford answered, “and yes, your uncle did tell me that your brother would be arriving sometime today.”

“Yeah! He’s going to meet the kids for the first time!”

“Yes, he also did mention your unexpected pregnancy.”

“Heh, yeah.” Della rubbed her head as she awkwardly picked up the shield from the ground. “Well I’m past that part, now all I gotta do is sit on them till their ready. So far, I think I’m handling things well. But let me tell yeah, pushing those three out was a whole another story. You ever push out-, never mind…”

“I see…and do you at least know who the father is?”

“Some asshole I hope I never see again.” Della chuckled which became rather awkward when she noticed the unamused look on the buzzard’s face. “I uh, suppose you’re here to see Uncle Scrooge?”

“Uh, yes.” Bradford cleared his throat and then look passed Della. “Does he know that I’m here?”

“Oh keep your shirt on, Bradford I’m right here.” Scrooge said as he made his way down the stairs.

“Augh, Della,” Scrooge sighed. “Did you just go surfing down the stairs while we have company?”

“Uncle Scrooge, I did not know, I thought he was Donald.”

“That’s not the point lass, I don’t want ya treating my house like it’s a skate park.”

“Oh come on, I was just having some harmless fun” Della explained as she once again rubbed the bump on her head, “our guest is fine and King Arthur’s shield is perfectly intact.”

“Della, please put it back where you found it.”

“I was gonna,” Della assured her uncle as she awkwardly backed away from the two older birds, “Anyway, I’ll leave you two alone so you can talk about business. Woo! Business. Heh, yeah…”

“Yes, thank you Della.”

“No problem, Uncle Scrooge. I’ll just, uh, be in my room till Donnie gets here.”

As Della made her way up the stairs she hissed to her uncle’s passing butler. “Thanks for the heads up, Duckworth.”

“I’ll be sure to speak faster next time, Della.” Duckworth remarked before joining Scrooge by his side.

“Now Bradford,” Scrooge began when Della had left the area, “I thought we agreed that you’d come over after noon, my nephew should be here soon.”

“Oh, right.” Bradford cleared his throat. “Sorry, I must’ve mixed the times up I can come back if you’d like.”

“Perhaps you can get yourself a personal planner,” Duckworth suggested getting a glare from the buzzard, “I find those to be quite useful when I organize my day.”

“Nonsense, Bradford. There’s no point in you leaving when you came all this way, I’ll have plenty of time for Donald later. Duckworth that’ll be all for now.”

“I’ll be taking care of young Della’s nasty bump if you need me, Scrooge. Mr. Buzzard.” And with that said, Duckworth left the two businessmen alone.

[cryptidofthekeys]

Hmmm what aboutttt

Bib attacking kevin instead of streber that night?

What way to end the “hauntiest of houses”

GFHJDKJFHGDKF

Y'all are out for Angst n Bloodshed d a m n- ...I do wanna go ahead and state now that I don't usually take requests like this so I don't,, wanna make this a habit BUT... This one...

I'm assuming ya just mean regular old Spooky Month and not any AUs so-

TW: Violence, Blood, Implied/Maybe Death, Cannibalism, and Gore.

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Kevin had been hanging out at the Hauntiest of Houses aka the haunted house that Streber runs every year, now usually Kevin would be working right now but he managed to convince Rick and Radford since Rick wouldn't do all the work on his own to help out, he'd just owe them some major solids later on.

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The reason Kevin wanted to be here? ...Well, to hang out with Streber of course! The two of them had been together for awhile and well in all honesty, Kevin wanted to hang out with his boyfriend tonight, Streber had really wanted him to come by and stay at The Hauntiest of Houses for awhile!

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Before all the kids and everyone showed up, Kevin and Streber had just sat around and talked for awhile and then Streber had brought up the idea of Kevin even dressing up and participating to which Kevin had anxiety about "I-I Strebs, no... I... I can't... I'll just wind up... Messing everything up"

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Streber rolled his eyes "Oh, nonsense Kev! C'mon! It'd be so much fun to have you participating in The Hauntiest of Houses!" Kevin had still been reluctant on this "Strebs, I don't even know WHAT I'd dress up" And this caused Streber to grin, showing those fake fangs and he quickly grabbed Kevin by the arm and lead him into the room full of costumes.

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"I have plenty of costumes! Look, I'll make it easier for you, Kev, I'll grab some costumes I think would suit you best and you won't even have any lines to rehearse or say, it's simple, you just gotta scare the kiddies! The folks that came through!" Streber finally finished before walking over to the costumes and props.

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Kevin watched as Streber pulled out a giant sucker that had some spikes on it, almost like a big candy mace and handed it to Kevin who was a bit surprised how light it is "...What... What is this, Strebs?" And of course at Kev's question, Streber chuckled "Candy themed mace, I have a sort of... Candy Man themed outfit ...Not... Related to that one horror movie of course"

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Kevin blinked in surprise as Streber pulled out a costume now that fit with the candy themed mace, it was themed to well... Candy related things, the costume even looked like it had a few bites taken out of it for extra effect, the bow tie on it had a bite down out of it, the right side of the outfit did.

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Streber then grinned "...I think these would suit you perfectly if I do say so myself!" And then Kevin squinted in suspicion "...Streber... ...You literally designed these specifically for me, didn't you?" The man dressed as a vampire began to sweat a bit before chuckling nervously "...N-Nooo... No no, just, a little... ...Okay yes, but to be fair, you gave me inspiration!"

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Streber then put the costume and the candy mace prop down "I mean c'mon, Kev! Think about it, the kiddies and folks would be terrified of a candy-themed monster...! The candy fights back this Halloween night~!" Streber then draped his cape in front of himself for dramatic emphasis.

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Kevin couldn't help but laugh at that one "...Okay, that was cheesy..." Kevin then thought about it, and he could see the pleading almost puppy dog look on his boyfriend's face and then he sighed "...Alright, alright, I'll do it" Streber then beamed at Kevin's response "You won't regret this, Kev! I'll make sure of it! ...Do you... Mind any... Makeup...?"

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And so that was the start of it, first... Streber helped Kevin get the outfit on himself, Kevin looked at it and okay, he wouldn't deny ...He did sorta like ti, and then of course, Streber, along with some of his friends that were working in this Haunted House helped Kevin into some makeup themed along with this supposed 'CandyMan' monster.

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Kevin wouldn't deny, his face felt itchy but when he looked in the mirror, he damn near scared himself, there was makeup that was themed to be like he had a bite taken out of him in a few places, and then of course it also looked like melting candy and or chocolate in a few other areas "...H-Holy shit..."

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Streber grinned proudly "Well, whaddya think, Kev? ...Is... is it too much?" Streber asked, he was a bit concerned, not because he was worried Kevin didn't like it but he didn't want the other to be super uncomfortable or even in pain.

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Kevin shook his head "...Nah, I'm fine, Strebs... It looks... Really cool..." Kevin admitted as he held up his candy mace and this made Streber positively beam and okay that got Kevin's heart to beating wildly in his chest to see his boyfriend so happy with this "You look cool, Kev!"

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It was nearly time, the sun had just begun to set, so that meant the kids would be here soon and so Streber had gathered everyone in the same room, including Kevin and went over the plans with them, he made sure to not leave out a single detail since Kevin was just now joining them and well Kevin appreciated that.

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The other scare actors/actresses had encouraged Kevin as well, everyone could see how nervous Kevin was looking and acting, they had all encouraged Kevin and even reminded him of just how cool and scary he looked, in fact they had enough time, and so... They taught Kevin how to properly scare and sure they had scared HIM at first which Streber had giggled at.

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Which resulted in Kevin playfully bopping him with the candy mace but eventually, Kevin had seemed to get the gist of it and he nodded "...O-Okay, I'm ready... I'm ready..." And then Streber smiled reassuringly at his boyfriend "You'll do great, Kev, I'm sure we all will!" And then the man dressed like a vampire clapped his hands "Okay, let's get into place everyone! The kids are gonna love this!"

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Everybody knew where their places were, Kevin did not but luckily, Streber had gently taken him by the hand since, well, his other was also dressed up in makeup, just a simple melting effect, that's all, but Streber had taken his boyfriend's hand and decided for Kevin's sake... It'd be best if he was outside with him.

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"Okay, Kevin, since this is your first time ever being a scare actor, I'm gonna keep it easy on you, I don't want you stressing out! Just remember, have fun with it!" Kevin had nodded at Streber's words and then of course Streber had pointed to that bowl of candy sitting on the other end of the porch.

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He guided Kevin over and positioned him almost as if he were a statue "Okay, let me explain... You can stand over this candy bowl, and act like an animatronic... For example, gently swing your candy mace" And then Kevin hesitated for a moment before with one hand he just brought it up and down as stiff as he could manage to really sell the animatronic deal.

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Streber grinned happily and excitedly "That's perfect, Kev! Okay so just, keep doing that, and just turn your head from side to side every once in awhile, make sure to keep it stiff, rigid, a little janky even to REALLY make the kiddies believe your an animatronic... And then when they get close... BLEH!" Streber held his claws out.

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Kevin had nodded at that "O-Okay, I'll... I'll try my best, Strebs..." The man dressed as a vampire nodded and well while he couldn't risk kissing Kevin and ruining the makeup right now, he blew the man a kiss instead "You'll do great, Kevin... I know you will, just try to relax and have fun, that's what it's all about"

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And then with a final nod, Kevin had done exactly what Streber had asked him, just getting into the animatronic rhythm of gently swinging his candy mace and moving his head side-to-side, meanwhile Streber was just waiting in the darkness, the entrance of the haunted house until finally... Trick-Or-Treaters began to show up.

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Streber was the first to greet the first set of kids, just throwing down a little smoke bomb and acting like well, a vampire, welcoming the kids to the Hauntiest of Houses, even telling them as they could see he was a real vampire before flipping his cape to the green side, that mirror, Streber had invented himself, it made him look invisible to the kids.

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And the kids were absolutely enthralled by it, now before Streber had told them to go inside like he usually would, the vampire gestured over to Kevin who was still doing his animatronic movements, he was nervous deep down but determined "Now, go on kids! Go and take some candy, if you dare...! But beware! The Candy Man...! For he guards that bowl of candy...!"

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Kevin could feel his nerves rising a bit but he steeled himself, just keeping on with his animatronic movements, the kids had even pointed out which made him feel a bit better "Psh, yeah, that's just an animatronic!" And then they started approaching... Kevin was somewhat looking to Streber in a subtle manner.

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And sure enough when the kids had began to put candy in their buckets, when they finished, Streber mouthed the word 'Now' And then Kevin made a growl sound and began to step forward, raising his candy mace high, not actually going to hit the kids obviously but it scared the absolute hell out of them, they screamed and ran into The Hauntiest of Houses.

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Streber couldn't resist the little snort before he just began to laugh, Kevin wouldn't deny either, that was actually really fun... He can understand now why Streber seems to enjoy this haunted house so much and of course, Streber praised his boyfriend "You did AMAZING Kevin! For your first time being a scare actor...! That was great!"

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Kevin smiled happily at that, and so, the two continued, Streber would greet the kids likewise, and then gesture for them to take candy, after that did, Kevin would make a sound and raise his candy mace, the two worked in rhythm, eventually to the point where Streber didn't even need to mouth 'now' to Kevin anymore, Kevin had gotten the hang of his supposed 'Candy Man' role.

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It continued this way for a long while into the night, until Kevin had caught a glimpse of two familiar kids coming up and he muttered under his breath 'Oh god...' Not them... Of all the kids that could show up, it had to be, sure enough, Skid and Pump, beelining for The Hauntiest of Houses, now, Streber knew Kevin had some... Issues with those two but the vampire just shook his head.

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Likewise, Kevin would keep doing his animatronic movements, Streber would greet the two kids, and of course show them he was a real vampire, and okay, Kevin wouldn't deny, it was a little funny watching Pump look up in confusion and grab the little green stem on his costume because it was gone.

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And then likewise, it was Kevin's turn as Streber gestured for Skid and Pump to take some candy, they had ran up eagerly and grabbed some and Kevin well, attempted to scare them like he had been doing but both kids instantly recognized him even through the makeup and spoke simultaneously "Hi Kevin!" ...Much to the Candy Man's dismay who just sighed in irritation and lowered his mace.

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Skid and Pump did both compliment his costume though, saying that they thought it was so spooky and cool! And sure both Streber and Kevin were a little confused how the kids just seemed so fearless but hearing that they liked Kevin's costume and thought it was spooky and cool made Kevin smile and thank the kids which Streber was happy to see.

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And then of course Skid and Pump then ran off into the Haunted House, Streber had chuckled at that "...Well at least they still thought you were spooky and cool" Kevin nodded, and then Streber spoke up, he told Kevin he had to go take care of something real quick since no other Trick-Or-Treaters were coming up and Kevin nodded, watching his boyfriend walk off into The Hauntiest of Houses now.

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And now... Kevin was alone, he sighed and relaxed himself now, his neck was a bit sore from this movements and so was his arms, but either way, he was happy to do this for his boyfriend, and Streber seemed so thrilled, he seemed so genuinely happy by this and that made Kevin's heart flutter.

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He loved to see his boyfriend happy, he loved to see Streber happy like that... Kevin began to just, think about his boyfriend, just having some nice, pleasant little thoughts ...Before suddenly...

Boom... Boom... Boom... Boom, Boom...

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Were those... Footsteps...? Those were, loud and heavy footsteps that crashed against the ground as they walked and then creaked the wood of the porch, Kevin turned over and his eyes widened slightly as he saw a HUGE man dressed in a devil costume approaching, and Kevin got a chill down his spine, something about the man was off...

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But likewise, Kevin got into his animatronic position again and just kept doing that, he watched as the devil fellow climbed the steps and onto the porch, he had a massive grin on his face, a grin that was far too wide to be considered normal by any means, there was a look in his eyes that just... Unsettled Kevin...

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The man dressed in the Devil costume approached, towering over Kevin, just tilting his head a bit curiously before his eyes flickered down to the candy bowl, he reached down and like Kevin had been doing with all the kids and folks who came to the haunted house, he raised his candy mace and tried to scare the man.

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The man however just leaned back up and his grin seemed to somehow get even wider when he realized Kevin wasn't an animatronic, the man had quickly popped some of the candy into his mouth before standing now at his full height, he had to be at least 6'8" and for a moment it was silent...

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Bob looked Kevin, mostly down considering how tall he was, there was a look in his eyes that resembled hunger, he looked hungry, Kevin was getting more creeped out by the second and it didn't help when Bob spoke up, his accent had a Southern twang to it "...Did you know if you eat a human brain, you'll get a disease, similar to Mad Cow?" And then he drooled.

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His drool dripping down his chin and onto the wood below, and Kevin's eyes were wide at this point, he was silent for a few seconds... "...Wh-What...?" His voice was meek, afraid and that just seemed to entice Bob even more and then Kevin could see him pulling out a butcher's knife and his breath hitched in his throat.

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Kevin immediately tried to run but Bob had quickly grabbed him by the arm, his grip iron-like and his claws were digging into Kevin's skin who cried out, Kevin tried desperately to pull his arm from the man's grasp, and then he tried to scream out for help before suddenly, he was slammed, hard, onto the wooden porch below.

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Kevin didn't even get a chance to react as Bob was now crouched on top of him, just holding his mouth with his hand to muffle any sort of screams, Kevin was absolutely terrified, he was trembling and his eyes were wide as he stared up at the devil who just laughed cruelly at him "...Now, if ya just hold still fer me... ...Ah hell, who am I kiddin', this is gonna hurt regardless!"

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Kevin screamed in a muffled way, he struggled, squirmed and fought with everything he had, even trying to pick his candy mace back up, just something, ANYTHING as Bob gripped his arm tight again, and then Kevin could feel the devil beginning to pull at his arm, he pulled slowly at first, he pulled until Kevin could feel it stretching out in a painful way.

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Kevin was still trying to scream for help but given all the sounds in The Hauntiest of Houses, there was no way anyone would hear him and if they did, they'd just think its a kid afraid... Kevin watched as the man wrenched his arm in a painful way, causing tears to prick at his eyes, Kevin couldn't even beg for his life because of the hand muffling his mouth.

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And then suddenly, Kevin felt it, he felt the cold steel blade against his arm, and before he could even react, Kevin screamed even louder, even despite being muffled by Bob's hand, he could feel the butcher knife piercing into his flesh, cutting it, shredding it, he could feel the devil practically sawing into his flesh.

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Kevin struggled wildly, trying desperately, anything, EVERYTHING to get his attacker off of him, tears were pooling down Kevin's face as he could feel blood splattering all over him, he could even see his own blood splattering onto Bob as well, the pain was excruciating as he felt the knife saw away at his arm, the pain was so intense that Kevin was even convulsing.

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After the knife had sawed, Kevin then suddenly heard a sickening crack and he screamed again, practically nearly thrashing his vocal chords in the process, he just watched in horror as the monster ripped his arm clean off, just like that, Kevin was sobbing and crying from all the agony he had been in, and the blood was still gushing from his wounds.

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Bob had been laughing nearly the entire time, a deranged sense of laughter, he had gotten some sadistic enjoyment from tearing this man's arm off, and to make matters worse, Kevin could see Bob placing the severed limb up to his mouth and taking a bite out of it, he could hear the sickening sounds and it made Kevin want to throw up when he saw the cannibal eating his severed arm.

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Kevin was still convulsing due to the pain and then Bob of course let him go, letting him flop to the hard wooden floor of the porch, blood all over the place, and without another word, he heard the loud booming footsteps, the heavy footsteps beginning to walk away, walk into The Hauntiest of Houses, leaving Kevin to bleed out and die here...

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Kevin had tears running down his face, he was sobbing and crying, trying desperately to reach his hand over but it was no use, it was just too painful to move and so Kevin laid there on his back, his vision getting blurry now from the blood loss, his last thoughts were of his boyfriend Streber before Kevin passed out...

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Leaving it there lol, did he die? ...Imma leave that up to interpretation <3 as a treat for y'all I suppose

[atiyasnake]

Danny phantom dc crossover idea:

Clone at the grave

Idk how but Danny ends up in gotham. Except da boi is a lil messed up. Aspects of his ghost form are peeking through in his human forms.

This inculdes

Green eyes (lowkey glow sometimes)

Some white hair

Some scars he got in Ghost form.

He also has a vivisection scar (could be part of reason he is there). There are also other various scars some that used to only show on his ghost form but are now on his human form, it's overall concerning.

The thing is Danny is also a bit bloody (red blood) and looking like he was in a fight. So he looks for a safe place and what better than to follow some kind ghosts from Gotham's cemetery. He's the King and Gotham (I love sentient ghost/spirit gotham) for some odd reason is like 'I like this kid/king so no spooky shit to hurt him' also in the cemetery I think there is just etiquette for the ghosts to not hurt each other and be respectful seeing as that is their final resting place. Anyways he's led to a grave and to just sit and chill and try to heal or overall not fully die.

Unbeknownst to him, he is sitting on the grave of formally dead Jason Todd. A grave that the bats have some surveillance on cause ya know of course they would have surveillance on an empty grave. So when poor old Danny is chilling there, the bats are made aware. When they look what they see is what honestly looks similar to a dead Jason Todd, albiet a bit smaller and white hair tuft not the exact same. And considering that Jason is very much (sorta) alive and not at the cemetery, they come to the conclusion that 'hey is that a clone?' Which is a very concerning question.

Cue bats taking a trip and coming close to the 'body' cause really it seemed like a dead body. But then Danny moves, opens his eyes and Boom ya got green, eerily close to Lazarus green which only increases their belief that this dude may possibly be some sort of clone.

So we got confused, suspicious, (concerned) bats. And meanwhile Danny is just ??? With seeing these dudes sorta surrounding him in a cemetery where he is still injured.

Now what happens next could go various ways.

They could go on the agressive detain and ask questions later.

There could be a fight.

Danny may use his spooky abilties to disappear.

Danny may simply fall unconscious and leave the bats to deal with him.

Danny could confuse them with sassiness,

OR he could be like 'ayo help would be appreciated'

OR he could be like 'can't a guy chill in a cemetery by himself'.

Overall the possibility of him leaving with the bats or going off by himself is up in the air and really depends on what type of vibes you want in this story.

Some fun things that could be included...

Bats insistent that Danny is a clone while Danny is like 'No'

OR Danny legit going like 'wait really a clone? Tell me more'

Maybe Jason and Danny meet on the street and are just like that Spiderman meme.

OR they meet and are like hey 'dead buddies' type deal

OR they meet and Jason is suspicious and shit

Batfamily members asking why there are two Jasons, wondering why one is smaller and how his hair changes.

Danny hiding from the bats causing confusion and chaos along the way

Hello batfamily adoption, Bruce reputation preceeds him.

Some 👀 when they see the vivisection/autopsy scar (maybe they don't even know its actually a vivisection until later)

Danny's spookiness peaking out more and more

Maybe at some point or something one of the magic users like Zatanna or Constantine encounter Danny and they are def unsettled. Maybe they can't tell he's the ghost king or a halfa but they know something is wrong. Maybe they knew Jason was a bit wonky in the death sense but they are like "this 'clone' is on a whole other level of fucked". This of course makes the bats wanna investigate more about the 'creation' of cloneDanny, wondering what is his purpose and how he came to be Danny and in gotham and why.

Ya know I like to think that Danny never actually tells them he's a halfa. Cause, ya know secrets and also who is he to crush their clone theory dreams.

The thing is, is that they def think Danny is a really spooky and unsettling 'clone'. Seemingly more dead than alive than Jason is. They never have moments where they think Jason is not actually breathing. His eyes seem more glowy green than Jason's and his tuft of hair seems to glow occasionally but so quick that you think it's a trick of the light. He seems so quiet and his 'presence' isn't that of a normal human. Sometimes they forget Danny is close by.

It makes them think of how Jason could have come back.

One thing I think would be present is that Danny is having issues with changing forms which was why they were sorta mixing. So when he finally is able to fully separate and they see his blue eyes, and fully black hair and they turn to Damian and are like 'ya know you two actually look pretty simi-'

So yeah this is an idea I've been in the process of figuring out. Lots of possibilities though, but if anyone also wants to have some fun with this, please do!! Never can have too many cakes after all.

[starsscribble]

Stick Shift

Summary: Rick thinks he freeing Y/n. Y/n thinks she's the problem.

Tags: Angst, No comfort, Age Difference, Reader is 25 Rick is in in 40.

A/n: This was when I was on my Walking Dead kick. Finally got it edited.

But today I drove through the suburbs

Crying 'cause you weren't around

  You pulled into the post-apocalyptic suburbs; in a separate car than what Glenn and you left in. Your earlier pride of find and driving said care was gone. Now in it place was a numb type of sadness. It was stupid. You know that. Getting worked up over the fact you were driving a stick shift. All on your own. But Rick. Your boyfriend; ex-boyfriend now. He had been the one to teach you how to drive a stick shift. Before Virginia. When the group was still in the prison. When you were both still happy.

  “Come on,” his southern drawl was clear as day. You let out a puff of air. Head pushing against the headrest. “This was your idea. You gotta confess something.” You started to hate that you suggested this game, but the drive was so damn long. You didn’t have the radio to help distract you. No, it was just you, Rick, and a long stretch of Georgia backroad. The former sheriff’s right hand shifted off the steering wheel. Moving carefully as not to catch your attention. You were still racking your brain for a secret to tell. Then a yelp left your mouth. You jumped in your seat making the older man laugh. Hand retreated to the wheel.

“That’s what you get for taking so long pumpkin.” He grinned; eyes shifted from the road onto you. A hint of playfulness in those ocean blue eyes. 

“I was thinking of something!” You shot back making him chuckle before looking back to the road. 

“There’s gotta be something you have never told anyone.”

“Well,” you hummed. Readjusting in your seat. “I don’t know if this would count because I’ve never told this to anyone in the group.”

“I’ll count it.” He glances at you quickly, still smiling. Which makes you smile.

“Alright. I don’t know how to drive a stick shift.” You feel the jerk was the car spot. Rick looked at you as if you just told him the undead are all gone. Eye full of disbelief. 

“You’re joking.” He speaks after a beat and you shake your head. Nope, you couldn’t drive a stick to save your life. And with how the world was it just might. Rick took off his seatbelt as you questioned just what he was doing. “I’m gonna teach you how to drive stick. You might need it.”

“We are on a run.”

“Yep and this is the perfect time. Now get into the driver’s seat.”

  Slowly you parked next to Glenn. Killing the engine you got out as Glenn moved over to your vehicle. He smiled at you. Today was a good day. Got more food, medicine, and another car. The possibilities for cars were endless. Used for parts. Set up at protection. Used as traps. Daryl Dixon the town resident mechanic would have a field day with this car.

“I’m gonna check in with Rick,” Glenn says. You see him playing with his wedding band. Maggie’s baby bump had started to show and Glenn didn’t like being away for too long. Patting his shoulder you speak.

“Go see Maggie and your baby.” You slammed the driver’s side door shut. The dark-haired man stares at you. Willing to argue with you on this.

“Really it’s-” You raised your hand stopping him.

“If you don’t go check up on Maggie. I will and I’ll tell her how you screamed like a girl.” His eyes widen at the threat. 

“I didn’t know a group of bats would be in there!” He defended himself only making you grin at him. You both head away from the parking area. Back towards the stretch of cookie-cutter homes. You nudge his shoulder with yours.

“First it’s a colony of bats. Second, not only was the scream funny, so was your face.” You teased him. Glenn shoved your shoulder playfully. Before mumbling that he was going to check in with his wife. Leaving you with the task of checking in with the community’s newly appointed leader Rick. 

  Jogging onto his porch you knocked on the door. Eyes looking everywhere but the door until it opened. Sadly it wasn’t the male you were looking for. Carl greeted you with a soft smile. The bandages that once covered his right eye socket had been replaced with a custom-made eyepatch.

“Ahoy captain.” You tease the teenager who rolled his remaining eye. “Your dad here? Just checking in since Glenn and I got back.”

“Nope. Haven’t seen him since this morning.” Carl tells you, making you nodded. “When I see him…” He trails off because he knows you will just hunt his dad down. “I don’t know where he is.” He's lying. You know it. He knows that you know. But you just nod and quickly thank him. Tell him to kiss his sister for you before turning off the porch.

  And you're probably with that blonde girl

Who always made me doubt

She's so much older than me

She's everything I'm insecure about

  You know where Rick Grimes is. Feet carrying you down the still blood-stained street. Streets that just weeks ago were covered with the undead. You wave kindly to the people passing by. It is a mix of your group, older residents, and new people. You still feel out of place. Maybe you always will. Maybe you won't. You wonder quietly to yourself. A nice distraction. Because if you thought about where you were going. Where you had to go. You might just break. So you let your mind wander. Let your feet carry you to the destination. Everything seemed to be on autopilot. Until your using the knocker of the baby blue house. Her house.

“We should end this,” Rick says matter-of-factly. You stopped brushing your hair to look at him. He’s not facing you. Back facing you as he pulled his jeans on. 

“What?” Maybe you misheard him. Maybe it was your ear playing a trick on you. Because Rick couldn’t be breaking up with you right now.

“We should break up.” He rephrases. The words take the air from your lungs. Your mouth opened to say words that your mind can’t even come up with. The silence in the room grew by the seconds. It finally became too much for the man as he turned to face you. Jeans zipped up but not buttoned. Belt lay next to his shirt on the bed but his eyes fell on you instead. 

“Say something.” He requested of you softly. That same soft voice that he used when he said he loved you. Tears that formed in your eyes finally fell as you blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. Before you looked him in the eyes.

“Is it me? Did I do something wrong?” Getting shot was nothing compared to your question to him. Because he knew you honestly thought you did something wrong. You always doubted yourself. But you were perfect. So goddamn perfect. And amazing. And young. 

“No sweetheart. It’s just…” He stops himself from going over to embrace you. Tell you to forget about it. Because this has to happen. You're 24. His 39. Even if the group. His and your family were ok with it. He heard the whispers around town. The other weren’t as supportive. 

“I think we should end this. We had an amazing run. And you're young. You’re gonna find someone else that will love you more than I ever could.” He breaks his own heart with his words. Because he doesn’t want you to find someone else. He wants to be with you until the end. When and where ever the end was. But you deserve better. You deserve someone around your age. Not an old man with two children like him. 

“I…” you stare at him. Cheeks strained with tears he caused. “I don’t want someone else.” You grab the comforter. It gets balled up as you tighten your grip on the fabric. Your mind running over everything you had done in the last weeks to get to the point. You had snapped at him a few days back because of Jessie Anderson. The blonde woman in her thirties that lived up the street. You didn’t hear what they were talking but her body language told you everything. She was flirting with Rick. And either he didn’t notice or didn’t care. Doubt played in your mind the whole day after seeing the interaction. Because Jessie was around Rick’s age. And you weren’t. You didn’t really have any life experience before the world ended. So it made sense if Rick preferred a woman his own age. As opposed to you, a 24-year-old kid in his eyes.

“I can get you a brownstone to stay in.” He said. Brushing off your comment. Which broke your heart even more.

  The door opened showing the blonde that lived there. A smile and questioning look on her face. 

“Is Rick here?” You asked, watching as she turned her head and yelling the man’s name into the home. He comes out from the kitchen; questioning who it was. The question dying in his throat when he saw it was you. Jessie excused herself leaving you and Rick alone. The former sheriff stepped onto the porch, closing the door behind him.

“Hey,” he gives you a tight-lipped smile. Which you return.

“Just came to tell you Glenn and I are back.”

“Right,” he nods. “You guys went on a run. Get anything good?” You nodded before listing off some of the supplies you got. Including the stick shift car. You heard him chuckle. Looking into his eyes you saw that same playfulness as the day he first forced you to drive a stick. 

“You didn’t flood the engine this time right?” He teased and you scoffed, punching him in the shoulder. 

“I was amazing.” You boasted. The older man stared at you and you swear you heard a quiet. ‘Ya, you are.’ 

“You don’t mind if I asked Glenn?” You roll your eyes but smile.

“Go ahead. He's gonna tell you the same thing.” He nodded. Hand going on his hips. You watch as he licks his lips. Your breath hitching as you feel your stomach twisting in knots. “I should go. Need a shower desperately.” You don’t wait for him to say goodbye or stop you. You're off the porch and down the road heading home in a few steps. 

  And all my friends are tired

Of hearing how much I miss you, but

I kinda feel sorry for them

'Cause they'll never know you the way that I do

  Maggie can’t drink. But that doesn’t mean you and Sasha can’t. Sasha, Abraham, and Rosita had come back later in the day from another run. They had been the unlucky ones not finding much of anything. But Sasha apparently found some top-tier booze in a rundown bar. The trio split it up between them. So here you were. Snacking on fresh strawberries drinking booze that would have been at least $100 for a bottle; straight out of the bottle. The three of you resting against the metal wall that protected the town from the nasty world outside.

“So,” Maggie started as she threw a strawberry stem into a bowl filled with them. “Heard someone talk with Rick.” Sasha and her eyes went to you as you grabbed the glass bottle of auburn liquid. Taking a healthy swig you felt the burn as it went down. You were far too sober to be talking about this. Talking about him. Because no one in the group knew why you guys ended it. Just one day you were a happy couple and the next you were packing up and moving into your own brownstone. Sasha took the bottle from you, making you whine. As you tried to reach for it but the former firefighter held it out of reach. Her hand on your chest also keeping you away from it.

“You can get some when you tell us what happened.” She landed down the rule and it makes you groan as you move to lay against the wall. You don't want to talk about it. You just want to wallow and let the scar form on your heart in peace.

A crack of thunder sends the trio onto the back porch of Maggie’s home. Lucky for you guys because moments after; the dark clouds opened up letting down heavy droplets that ping off the porch’s roof. Sasha is distracted by the rain. Asking Maggie if the crops will be ok. Allowing you to snatch the bottle from her hand and take another big glug. The bottle is half gone now. And honestly so are you. The alcohol works fast as your brain starts to go fuzzy. Sasha takes the bottle back slightly annoyed. But it clear the break-up has been hard. So she lets it go.

“You got your drink.” She says putting the cap back on and sitting it to the side out of your reach. “Now tell us what happened.”

“I don’t know.” You sob. You weren’t normally an emotional drunk. But with everything going on with Rick. Tonight you were. 

  And I know we weren't perfect

But I've never felt this way for no one, oh

And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay, now that I'm gone

  Maggie held you as you drunkenly cried. Sasha joined you on the other side, rubbing your back. You finally opened up about your breakup with Rick a month ago. You weren’t sure how much they understood because of the loud rain and your blubbering. But either way, they consoled you. Trying to help the only way they could. And the only way they knew how. Simply being there. Because for a month you kept this end. Kept this to yourself. So those outside of the group saw you were fine. The break-up didn’t seem to affect you. You carried on with work. Talked with Rick when it was needed. You acted fine. 

But the group knew it. Of course, they knew. It was an act. Because they saw how you were breaking. How you had a longing in your eyes when the cowboy boots-wearing man walked by. The smile that rarely reached your lips. You were faking so much of your joy because your heart was broken. 

“I just don’t get how he is so ok. Did I mean nothing?” The two women share a look at your question. Because they also know that Rick isn’t ok. Like you, he is acting. Because he is the leader and can’t break down. But the man isn’t ok. They don’t say that. Rick was the one that ended it. That was on him.

“I don’t know,” Maggie says softly as you rest your head onto her shoulder. “I wish I had the answer for you. But only Rick does.”

  Red lights, stop signs

I still see your face in the white cars, front yards

Can't drive past the places we used to go to

'Cause I still fuckin' love you, babe

  The street lights are now on. It’s still raining when you tell Maggie you were going home. Sasha and her try to get you to stay the night. Or at least until the rain lets up. But the rain isn't letting up. It was so heavy you could barely see a few steps in front of you. But you step off the back porch and disappear down the alleyway of the lined-up homes. You walk. Just walk because you don’t want to go home just yet. If you go home you’ll be lonely. And you don’t want that. Because for a month you have been lonely in that damn brownstone. Rick wasn’t lonely. He was with Jessie. His arms wrapped around her body. Damn your brain. Just because you didn’t want to be lonely didn’t mean you wanted to think about them together. 

  The rain started to ease up as you found yourself passing Rick’s house. The lights upstairs were on. As you quickly looked away from the cookie-cutter home. A shiver ran through you and shoved your hands into your soaked jean pockets. Maybe now was a good time to head home. You haven’t even turned when you heard your name being shouted over the rain. Looking back at Rick’s home you see him rushing off the porch and over to you. His dark brown jacket acting as an umbrella. He puts it mostly over you shielding you from the rain.

“What are you doing out here? You're going to get sick.” He frets because he knows how likely that is. Because after the rainstorm when the group was on the trek through Virginia you had gotten sick. “Come on.” He orders and you walk with him toward his house. 

  Sidewalks we crossed

I still hear your voice in the traffic, we're laughing

Over all the noise

  You smile at him lightly as he places a cup of peppermint tea in your hand; you're favorite. You're in one of his white t-shirt and pajama pants. Your hair, no longer wet from the rain but a hot shower. The alcohol is still in your system. How much you don’t know. 

“What were you doing walking in the rain?” He questioned taking the seat next to you. His own cup of tea in his hand.

“Was drinking with Sasha and Maggie.” You look towards him as his eyebrows knit together as the mention of Maggie and drinking. “Maggie was moderating us. She wasn’t drinking, come on. She knows better.” Rick nods bowing his head because he does know better to think that about Maggie. But his time as a cop taught him that some people just don’t care. Not about themselves. Not about others. And sure as hell not about kids. 

“Where did you get the booze from? Daryl?” You snort at him before blowing on your tea taking a careful sip. Sitting the cup down you look back towards him.

“I ain’t no rat officer.” He chuckles. You both do. A little inside joke between you both. And then the silence fell. The awkward uncertain silence of two people who didn’t know what to say next. You chew on the inside of your cheek as you stare into the tea. Rain still going strong outside, trapping on the roof of your former home.  Rick shifts beside you clearing his throat.

“Judy trying to walk.” It makes you smile a bit. 

“That’s good. Soon she’ll be running over you and Carl.” The older man chuckles nodding in agreement but you don’t see it. Head still bowed. Turning your mug as you watch the tea shift with each motion. 

“Seeing anyone?” He was trying to keep the conversation going. But there had to be another question to ask that wasn’t this. You still answer it by shaking your head.

“No. But you seemed to have moved on.” It has some bite to you. You're bitter. Of course, you are. The man you were in love with. Seemed to easily move on after he ended it. You lift the ceramic mug and take a huge glug of your tea. The warmth fills you but it’s not enough.

“Ya. Jessie, she’s…” He doesn’t know what to say. Jessie is ok. Good to have around. Doesn’t make him feel as empty. But she is just not you. All her touches. All her kisses. They feel off and he knows why. Because the hands touching him aren’t yours. Neither are the lips that kiss him. But Rick is stubborn. Even if it hurts you both, he knows you need better. You deserve the world and he just can’t give it to you.

“She’s perfect.” You looked at him. Sadness, rooted so deeply in your eyes. He wants to pull you into him. Tell you that he is sorry. That he will end it with Jessie. Come back to you. And try to make all of this right. But he already drew his line in the sand and he won’t cross it. Because the moment he touches you he knows it will be his undoing.

“She has her flaws. No one is perfect.” Except for you. He wants to add. He hears a quiet 'ya' then it silence once again.

  God, I'm so blue, know we're through

But I still fuckin' love you, babe

  You were gone when Rick woke up. His clothes lay on the guest bed since you were dried. He wondered just when you left. He wondered if you slept at all. Because he didn’t. Knowing you were in the house but not in his arms. He was restless the whole night. He sighs. Picking clothes up. It was sad that he hoped this wouldn’t be the last time. But it most likely was going to be the only time. Because how often are you going to walk in the rain drunk? He takes the clothes to the laundry room. Before he throws the shirt in the basket he lifts it to his nose. Inhaling the flowery body wash scent from when you shower last night. You must found where he hid the body wash you left behind. 

“Hey, dad!” Carl called out from the kitchen forcing Rick to dump the clothes in the basket. Entering the kitchen he smiled at his son. Judith was already in her high chair waiting for breakfast. Carl stood at the counter. The box of peppermint tea in his hands. Shit. He meant to put that up. Carl’s eye shifts from the box towards the sink. Where the mugs from last night sat unwashed. Then the young man turns to his father.

“Y/n was here wasn’t she?” He questioned but it was really a statement. It is the only reason for this tea to be out with two mugs in the sink.

“Ya,” He replied, moving towards his son and taking the box of tea from his hand. The young man sighed watching his father place the tea on a high shelf so only he could get to it.

“Why?” Carl asked.

“It was raining-”

“No,” he cut his father off. “Why did you break up with her?”

“Carl,” Rick sighed. As he pinched the bridge of his nose. If he didn’t want to have this conversation with Daryl or Michonne. He sure as hell didn’t want it with his son. But like Rick the young survivor was stubborn. He stepped into his father's past every time he tried to move around him.

“Carl,” Rick warns but the boy isn’t back down.

“No. You were happy with Y/n. Happier than I have ever seen you. Even with mom. Even before all of this.” The boy gestures at nothing but Rick knows what he means by that. Because he didn’t want to admit it. But his and Lori’s relationship was at rock bottom before the world ended. 

“So why? What happened?” Carl pressed, making Rick sigh. He wondered. Only for a second. If Michonne had put Carl up to his. But he shook that from his head. Michonne won’t do that. This is purely Carl. Because Carl loves you so much. The both of you had apparently clicked before Rick had gotten to the quarry. And that bond only grew over time. 

“It’s complicated, Carl. Now please,” Rick needed him to down the subject. And the young boy seemed to understand but is still pissed. He turns from his father. Feet carrying the young boy towards the door. “Where are you going?” He called out.

“Out!” And the slamming door let Rick know that Carl was gone. He sighed. 

  He knew everyone would move on. You would. Carl would. He would. In the far future, all of this will be just a bad memory. But right now. In the present, it hurt so fucking bad. Tears leaked from his eyes as he sucked in air. He did it to himself. He deserved this pain. And if he could he would take your pain. Allow you to be happy. To find love in someone else better than him. Because you're one of the good things in this ugly world. 

  I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one

[whatissleepeven]

Okay so imagine the brothers are offered back their divinity if they kill the MC. How would they react? (Oh or for more angst- get back Lilith in exchange for MC’s life?)

Ohohoho, is this angst hour I sense? Thank you for this ask, and I’m...sorry in advance for the heavy feelings-

(Me: Okay angst time, time to play the appropriate song

*begins playing Spiderman Pizza Delivery Theme*

Me: let’s begin)

Trigger Warnings: Panic Attack (Beel’s Prompt), PTSD Symptoms (Also Beel’s Prompt), Talk of Loss

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Obey Me! Brothers’ Reactions To An Ultimatum

Lucifer

Well, he certainly does think about it.

No, not about the divinity...but about Lilith.

They could have her back in their lives? All for the price of one human?

This human, who has caused him nothing but grief and throws themselves head-first into danger.

If this was towards the beginning of the program, he’d be more inclined to take it-

But he doesn’t.

He can’t do that to you. Not you. You, who had repaired their broken family. You, who had seen all of their flaws and strengths and passions and fears and embraced them.

You, who continues to smile so brightly and say his name with utmost faith in him.

He lowers his arm. You look fearful, but...resigned. Like it will be fine, like it was okay if he killed you.

He hates it.

“Does your life matter to you that little?”

You smile sadly, and a small portion of him wants to scream. No no no, it cries out, this isn’t how you’re supposed to be! Your smiles aren’t supposed to be full of sorrow!

“Your sister meant-...means a lot to you. To all of you. Who am I to take that away, huh?”

He walks over to you, his steps measured. You close your eyes, waiting for the killing blow-

A weight settles on your head, giving it a few rubs. “You are worth more than you could ever know. Remember that.”

He continues to walk, heading out the door. A few tears drip from your face onto the floor.

He could care less about his divinity. If he had to choose here or the Celestial Realm, he’d much rather stay here. He knows, deep in his heart, that Lilith lived a long and successful life.

You, however, are irreplaceable.

Mammon

“H-Hey...ya gotta be kidding me.”

“Well?” You grin, holding your arms out. Your stance is peaceful, like all you’re asking for is a hug. But he knows better.

Divinity and Lilith? All for killing-...

For killing you?

He hates this. He hates the look in your eyes, hates the trust you’re showing him, and hates your bleeding heart that’s just waiting to be taken for granted. Hell, it already has been taken for granted.

“What do you think you’re doin’, playin’ the hero? Wanting to sacrifice yourself? You think that’ll make us happy?!” Tears gather in the corners of his eyes.

You lower your arms, shocked. “Wha-”

You let out a small oomph as he tackles you into a hug, pulling you close.

“You’re trembling, ya idiot.” He mumbles, and you feel something wet drip onto your shirt. He’s crying, you realize. He’s crying because this hurts him.

“Mammon...I-”

He pulls back to clamp his hands down onto your shoulders. “Save it!” He barks forcefully, making you blink. “Ya really thought I’d give all this up? For something that’s already happened? I like what we got goin’ here. My brothers like this life way better than the ones we had in the Celestial Realm. Everyone’s happier lately, and it’s ‘cause of you.”

The minute trembling that ran through your body before returns in full force, tears pooling forth as you grip his shirt. He pulls you back into the hug, and you feel safe. That’s right; he’s your number one protector, the Avatar of Greed.

How could you forget that?

He grins, reaching a hand up to ruffle your hair in a playful manner. You laugh thickly, your tears still falling. “You’re stuck with the Great Mammon, and don’tcha forget it!”

Because you are his priceless treasure. Not Lilith, not some stupid divinity...

You.

Leviathan

Leviathan has always been the outcast.

His passions, his fears, his confidence...All of those are wildly different from his brothers’. He’s not as close as Beel and Belphie are, or as Lucifer and Mammon are, or as Asmo and Satan are.

He’s the black sheep of the family.

“Y-You’re leaving it up to me...?”

You nod. Oh, how he wishes this was just a run-through of an anime script. You two would spend long hours into the night reading the lines and acting them out, repeating each scene until it was done flawlessly.

But reality is far too cruel.

“It’s your family. Your story. I’m just a side character, if you will.”

Your smile is cynical. He wants nothing more than to throw his spare Ruri-chan blanket around your shoulders and force you to marathon the entire series of “I Love My Best Friend But I Get Everything Back If I Kill Them...I Have A Choice To Make!”.

He takes a step forward. Then another. “You...Why would you do that?”

You laugh, a warm sound that serves to make his stomach knot with dread.

“Because I love you guys, why else?”

Silence. He doesn’t know what to say. What’s the right thing to do? What can he do, with his small confidence?

He’s struck with a memory, of the two of you gaming in his room. He had felt terrible due to his brothers critiquing his love for anime to the point he started to berate himself for it, and you merely patted his shoulder while telling him words he’d never forget.

“There’s things only you can do, Levi. So when you start to overthink...just feel, and let your body handle the rest.”

It’s time to take you up on your advice.

“Ghk-!” You stumble as he lunges at you, the both of you toppling to the floor. He’s crying, clinging to you like a lifeline.

“I-I could never kill the Henry to my Lord of Shadows...Every Lord of Shadows only has one Henry...!!”

Leviathan has always been the outcast. He still is, but when he’s with you he feels like he belongs.

Satan

“No.”

“...Huh.” You blink at him. You’re not sure if you heard him right. Did he just-...say “no”?

“No.” He says again, his eyes narrowing. “Please tell me you’re joking about this.”

Why? Why would you throw away your life like that? For their “happiness”? Give him a break.

“What do you think you’re accomplishing by doing this?” His voice starts quiet, growing in volume as he steps towards you. You backpedal, not expecting the angered response, which only serves to fuel his fury.

“Do you think it’d make us happy? Do you think we’d jump at the chance to sacrifice you for something that’s better long forgotten? Do you really think so little of us? Well? ANSWER ME!!”

You flinch as he gets in your personal space, only to freeze when arms wrap around you and squeeze you tight.

“I was born from Lucifer’s wrath, the only bona-fide demon among my other brothers. For a long time, all I knew was anger and hate,” he whispers, stubbornly refusing to look at your shocked gaze. “I began to read to learn more, to be able to feel other emotions. But the anger and hate stayed, concealed by the thin veil I constructed to make myself more likeable. More polite. More charming.”

He wanted nothing to do with Lucifer. He wanted it so bad it hurt. So he built himself a brand-new personality, becoming someone others could rely on, all so he could spite him.

And then you came along.

Your eyes water as you realize that you feel him shaking. “I never met her, you know, but I’ve seen her through his eyes. I feel his lingering pain, and sometimes it makes me want to tear my own chest out,” he says, voice wobbling. “But to ask you to do that...to give you up for something I have no right to feel upset about...it’s something I won’t do. Ever. Not when you saved me.”

You rest your hand on his back as you return the hug, a choked sob escaping you. “Satan, I-”

“You saved me.” He whispers fervently. “Do you understand? That means everything.”

You claw the back of his shirt, your breath hitching as you succumb to your tears. You both end up falling to the floor, hugging each other like your lives depend on it.

He doesn’t need divinity he’s never had. No, not when he has you.

Asmodeus

“Oh, love...you...”

He could go back? He could go back and get his little sister back?

But if he did, then you’d-...you’d...

“I know how much you miss being the Jewel of the Heavens.” You say, sitting next to him. It’s supposed to be a quiet night, one where you both relax and take care of each other, but then this opportunity appeared and-

He...didn’t know what to do.

- No, that was a lie. He knew exactly what to do. There was only ever one option for him.

“I’m hurt.”

You look over at him, surprised. His voice is small and he’s pouting, but there’s a tremble in his bottom lip as his eyes shine with unshed tears.

“I’m hurt, you know!” He repeats, and by now you’re pretty sure your mouth hangs open. “I’m hurt that you’d think so low of me!”

You scramble to explain. “Asmo, that’s not-”

“But it is!” He cries, interrupting you. “It’s exactly that! Did you think I would actually take that chance?!”

Your eyes soften. You go to place a hand on his shoulder, only to still when he slaps it away. “...Asmo.”

He throws himself at you, wrapping his arms around your neck as he clings to you. You don’t have the heart to throw him off, wrapping your own arms around him.

“We’ve come all this way because of you.” He murmurs against you. “And you’re the only one who loves me for me. Although, my looks are definitely a strong point-”

You chuckle weakly, feeling your own tears start to fall. He smiles once he hears you, happy to know that he lifted your mood even if it was just by a little.

“-if I gave you up, these past years would have been for nothing. So, no; I won’t do it. Besides, have you seen the following I have down here? I’m on my way to becoming the Jewel of Devildom!”

You move one hand to rest on his head, a warm smile spreading across your face. You don’t notice how he looks at your expression with awe and adoration, giving his head a few pats.

“I know you can do it.”

Well. With you by his side, he can do anything.

Beelzebub

This isn’t happening. This- This can’t be happening.

Not again...not again...!

He grasps his chest and stumbles back from you, and he hears the way you call his name with worry in your voice. You sound far away, he thinks to himself. Are you already dead? Where is he? Did he fail again? Is this the Celestial War? Maybe that’s why he smells iron, hears screaming, hears himself screaming. It’ll explain the pain at least, and he would chuckle if he wasn’t too busy gasping for air.

Ah, his heart feels like it’s on fire it hurts so bad. Is it tearing itself in two? He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know what to do...he doesn’t know who to choose-

It hurts. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts. It hurts...!

“Beel, can you hear me? Take deep breaths. Okay? Please, breathe!”

- Huh?

He feels something on his face. What is that?

Oh, this warmth...It’s almost like-

Your name falls from his lips. You sigh in relief, sitting back.

“I’m glad you’re okay. How do you feel?”

How do you feel? You just said it was okay if he chose his angel status and Lilith over you, and you’re asking him how do you feel?

He lowers his hands, frowning at you. “...Why did you ask me?”

His voice is small. Fragile. Your heart breaks at the sound of it, tears building as you see his form shake.

“Why did you ask me, when the last time I did something I murdered my sister?”

You pat his arm, reaching a hand over to give him a side hug. “Remember what Lucifer said. She wasn’t murdered; she lived happily as a human, right up until she died of old age.”

All the more reason not to do it.

He sinks into your hold. You shoulder his weight with no complaints. “I can’t do it. You’re family; I-” he swallows past the lump in his throat, tears streaming down his face. “...I love you too much.”

Because he could care less about his angel status. Because Lilith already lived her life of peace. It still hurts, but you were the one to hold his hand when he had nightmares. You were the one who saw past his intimidating form and hung out with him.

You are important, and Beelzebub will take on the Celestial Realm himself if anything happened to you.

Belphegor

...He’s quiet.

Well, it’s to be expected. He hates humanity, and it’s his younger sister we’re talking about here, not to mention how close they were.

“So?” You ask as you lean back, the wall of the planetarium supporting your weight. “I don’t mind if you choose her and your status. It’s-”

“I could give a rat’s ass about my status as an angel.” He snaps. “Just shut up for a second and listen.”

You shut your mouth. What were you gonna say to that? An angry Belphie is not a Belphie to speak lightly with.

You jolt a bit as you feel hands lightly smack against your cheeks, smooshing your face. He tugs your head so that you’re staring at him, and it’s then that you notice how his eyes waver.

“I killed you,” he says, his brows furrowing, “I killed you. And yet you’d let me choose?”

You snort, raising a hand to cover his own. “Yep. Your move, Sleeping Beauty.”

He doesn’t understand. Why would you give him that power? He had robbed you from your family when he took your life. He temporarily washed out your future.

Did you really trust him that much...?

“It tore Beel and I apart when we learned she was dead. I-...I blamed myself.” He starts, and you don’t have the heart to stop him. Not when you already made peace with your end. “I started eating less, sleeping more. I despised Lucifer, and I despised all of humanity for taking my little sister away from me.”

You remained quiet. He lets out a frustrated huff, shaking you a bit.

“And then you came. You freed me from that place, you mended what was broken, and you-...you forgave me. And I will never betray that trust; not now, and not in the future.”

He bumps his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. You close yours as well, feeling the tears drip from your face and onto the floor. He’s...choosing you? Over everything he’s ever wanted?

What did you do to deserve someone like him in your life?

“So don’t you forget it, you idiot.”

[slasherrabbitmadness]

Beach day with the Slashers

Female Reader -Bo- Gender-neutral -everyone else-

Bo- Fingering but no penetration. Dirty talk.

Angst and Fluff with Herbert and Dan (They pronouns used for Y/N) Fluff with Michael and Jason.

Michael Myers (1978 with the extra height of the 2018 one)

> Wants to visit the beach during the day. He’ll even have his mask off. Instead of enjoying the beautiful view of the sun hitting the blue ocean, you spend your day staring at your handsome boyfriend.

> Michael is just there to scan for new victims. He kills people who litter, hates seeing wrappers and cigarette butts littered across nature.

> You egg him on to go swimming, it takes a lot of coaxing. “Please, Michael, just for a little bit.” He points to your belongings on the towel, “They’ll be fine, who’s gonna want to steal some sandwiches and some towels?” He shook his head. You got down on your knees and gave him sad puppy dog eyes. He grumbled then lifted you onto his shoulder, you squealed as you placed your hands on his firm back, rubbing his taut muscles.

> When he got up to his pecs in the water he threw you in. You came up for air, “Mikey, what the hell!?”

> “What? You wanted in the water.” He gave a small smile.

> He made you swim in front of the beach while he just stood in the water and watched. He knew you’d be fine, it was your belongings he was worried for. You caught his eyes, his already dark blue eyes were now matching the deepest parts of the ocean. He barreled through the water, pushing you aside. You watched him as he made his way up onto the beach.

> Some fuck had the bright idea to do some stealing. He just happens to choose the one man’s belongings you don’t fuck with.

> Before that guy had time to react to a six-foot-three man, hauling ass like he is a tiger chasing after a deer, Michael clocked him so hard in the face the man immediately went down.

> People stood around Michael, some congratulating him for knocking out a thief, others gawked “My God he swung that punch so hard.” “Is the thief even breathing?” Michael stood over your belongings, and turned back towards you, just making your way out of the ocean. Michael was mad, but not as mad at what he saw next.

> Some random beach Chad made his way over to you, “Yo, that was wild huh?” You gave a quick, “Ya.” not caring to speak to him, just wanted to get back to your boyfriend. “He just knocked that guy out in one punch.” You made your way up the beach, he grabbed at you “Hey, be careful, probably want to stay aw-”

>The poor sap never stood a chance, Michael swung his fist so hard Chad went flying back into the water.

> “I’ve had enough, we're leaving.”

> You were gonna protest, but when you scanned the crowd, you realized that yeah, we’re gonna go home.

> Walking back home, Michael held your hand, tightly. “Mikey?” He grunts, “You don’t like people touching your belongings, huh?” You turned to look up at him and he caught you in a kiss. He snuck his tongue in, dominating yours, you moaned and he pulled away. You whined and he smiled.

> “what’s mine is mine.”

Jason Voorhees

> He’s the beach’s lifeguard, so if you wanna spend a beach day with Jason, you’ll have to do it after hours. You would, but Jason takes the evening shifts too.

> Everybody loved Jason. Kids loved him, he was always so nice to them after all. He gave them swimming lessons. He was always so patient with them, never getting mad if a kid was struggling to grasp the basics.

> Men and Women loved Jason. His stoic demeanor, his calming presence...his bulging muscles. Jason was oblivious to all kinds of flirting. “Your hands are like, so big!” said a bubbly tanned beach bunny. Jason just grunts. A muscle-bound beach bro asked, “Bet you lift a lot eh, what’s your macros?” Jason just looked at his large bicep, he shrugged.

> When you visit him at work he gives you small waves then his eyes go right back to the water, not wanting to miss anything. Dedicated <3

> He doesn’t take a proper lunch break, he’ll eat his food while watching the beach, scarfing down the food as fast as possible.

> After a long day, you’ll finally have Jason all to yourself.

> Night swimming!

> You and Jason have splash fights, that he often wins, his large palms create huge splashes that knock you back into the water.

> Keeps you incredibly close in the water, will bug you to wear a life jacket if you ever swam without him. He’s very protective.

> Holds you close to him the further out you go. He won’t let you go, so it’s the perfect time to smother him in kisses.

> Jason hums into your kisses, his large hands running up and down your back, the water and his hands feel perfect on your skin.

> Jason couldn’t be happier that you're together.

Herbert West + Dan Cain - Poly relationship or what Derrick Barry calls a ‘throuple’

> “Please Herbert, for me?” He grimaced at you. Don’t you know how busy he is? Perfect specimens don’t just end up dead you know? Someones gotta end a life! You sighed and brought out the big gun. “Well, Dan said-” The moment Dan left your lips, Herbert was pushing you and him out the door.

> You and Dan had a blast, building castles, collecting seashells, playing some beach volleyball with another friendly couple.

> Herbert sulked under the beach umbrella, nose in a large medical textbook.

> “If you come with us, Herbert, we’ll get you a grape freezie!” Dan coaxed but it did not affect Herbert. Herbert waved you both off as if you were two mosquitoes bugging him.

> You and Dan walked hand in hand, swinging them in between yourself on your way to the little concession stand. “You sure it was for the best we brought him, Dan?” Dan looked at you and frowned, your eyes were a little glossy. “He only came because you were coming.” You felt the tears rolling down your cheek.

> “fuck, Herbert, you little monster.” Dan cursed to under his breath. Dan knew Herbert gravitated more towards him. It’s not that Herbert didn’t like you, just Dan was there first. Dan never told you but he often caught Herbert staring at you, a softness in his eyes that Dan knew meant one thing…

> “I’m sorry…” You mumbled, quickly rubbing the back of your hand over your eyes. Dan shushed you and brought you in for a hug, kissing the top of your head.

> “Don’t be, Herbert should be. Some Vitamin D is much needed for his pale little body. I’ll talk to him, okay? In the meantime, focus on me!”

> Dan and you continued with the most fun day ever. You ate your freezies, swapping flavors halfway through. A little boy asked Dan to help with flying his kite, Dan’s height coming in handy.

> Herbert stewed in his spot under the umbrella, watching you and Dan have fun, “Hmph, wasting time.” He kept peeking from his book, eyes on you, how you smiled when you looked into Dan’s eyes, how you leaned in closer, head resting on his shoulder. How Dan wrapped his arm around your waist, lips on your ear whispering...God knows what, Herbert can only imagine.

> “They could just yank me away from this, make me spend time with them...not that I want to. But if they dragged me away from my book then I’d have no choice.”

> When it got late, You and Dan packed away everything into the bags, Herbert supervised. How helpful/s

> Dan had you drop a few of the smaller items at the car on your own, he made Herbert help with some of the heavier items. As your figure became smaller and smaller in the distance, Dan turned to Herbert, “You know, they wer-”

> “I can’t believe you two, frolicking about so openly.” Herbert had cut Dan off. Herbert fumbled with the bags while trying to push up his glasses. Dan fumed.

> “You mean act like a couple, which we are, which you're a part of. Or are you only a couple with me?”

> Herbert snapped “excuse me, you and Y/N are most certainly a couple, which I have no part of.”

> Dan scoffed and shook his head “They want to be with you too, Herbert, They do like you, They feel upset with how you treat them. Now I know deep down you adore them, you best start showing it.”

> Herbert stopped, he looked at Dan and then at you in the distance starting the car.

> Later that night, Herbert had asked if you’d help in the basement. As tired as you were, you went to help. Herbert scarcely looked at you, but he found ways to touch you. Hands ghosting over yours as you handed him some flasks. Grabbing your hips softly to move you out of the way.

> “Everything good, Herbert?” You asked. His eyes looked everywhere but you. He stepped a little closer to you, His face only a foot away.

> He smashed his lips onto yours and wrapped you up in his arms. His hands rubbing along your sides, pulling you in so tight you were surprised he was strong enough to bring pain that way.

> “Don’t cry over me. Okay?” Your face felt hot, you nodded. “You are mine too, not just Dan’s, okay?” You nodded again. “Good. Now kiss me.”

> The kiss started tender but that just wasn’t gonna cut it with all the tension between you two.

Bo Sinclair /Female reader/

> Lookin’ at all the pretty girls go by.

> Catches you catching him staring, flashes his baby blues at you, “C’mon darling, you know you're still the apple of mah eye.”

> Gets pissed when other guys check you out. Strolls on over and wraps an arm around you, sneering at the Chads and Kyles.

> “You just had to wear that sexy little number, didn’t ya?” He snarled in your face. You grabbed your tits in the cute red bikini and gave them a Lil shake.

> Bo yanked you away from the beach, you protested, hitting his large forearm, “Bo, what the hell? Oh come on, you act like a leech an-” He cut you off, his lips slammed onto yours, the kiss was teeth and a little tongue action.

> Bo had yanked you away to some run-down looking bathrooms, the paint was so old it looked like the original coat from the 1960s

> “Now, Darlin, looks like you’ve just been wanting to rial me up now, huh? Wanting those sons of bitches to fuck you?” He leaned in close to your ear, his heavy breathing making you shake with anticipation. He suckled on it, causing you to buckle at the knees.

> “Bo, no I didn’t wan-want ah, the- them to” You were panting as he made small circles on your clit over your bikini bottoms. His fingers were calloused but he could be surprisingly gentle.

> “Now, yah best be quiet so no one hears ya, understood, Doll?” You whimpered and Bo flashed you his pearly whites. “That’s a good girl.”

> You should make him jealous more often.

[hopeandvolleyball]

insecure boys pt.1

genre: angst if you squint, fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: food, weight insecurities in osamus

w/ osamu, atsumu

osamu miya

osamu had gotten home from work a little more than an hour ago, and he figured he’d been spending that entire time looking at the mirror, pinching the newfound softness piling onto his tummy. he’s been squeezing and kneading the flesh for so long it was turning red. lips twisted to the side, osamu sighed. when did he gain this much weight? how did he let this happen? osamu could barely look at himself in the mirror without feeling ugly and ashamed. mumbling under his breath he pulled a looser hoodie over his head, grateful it wasn’t starting to become tight around his middle.

you called his name from the kitchen, an indicator dinner was ready. in all honesty he didn’t feel like going out there, the idea of eating making him nauseous. but he still entered the living room, unable to fully wipe the crestfallen look off his face. even seeing your bubbly frame and pretty smile in the kitchen couldn’t fully heal him from his insecure thoughts clouding his mind. setting the utensils down, you ran up to hug osamu, arms around his waist. he surpressed the urge to push your arms down, not wanting you to feel his plush stomach. your eyes looked at him with pure adoration, sparkles and hearts swimming in your irises. osamu placed a chaste kiss on your forehead. 

“dinner will be ready in a few minutes, just gotta plate it and stuff,” you informed him, sounding so giddy. “might not look as pretty as when you make it but-”

“’bout that. ‘m not really hungry, darlin. ate a bit too much while at the shop today,” he lied not smoothly. he felt the familiar nausea creep back up his throat. he felt even worse at the frown tugging at the sides of your lips.

“you’re a bad liar, samu,” you commented, hands on your hips. “what’s wrong love? talk to me, please?” you pleaded. osamu knew he couldn’t keep it in anymore, not from you. it wasn’t fair. his stoic expression began to soften and quiver.

“when did i let myself go?” osamu asked, his voice starting to break. your brows furrowed and lips curled into a pout. you pulled him close to you, slipping your fingers through his dark brown locks as he held on to you with all the force he had. 

“what on earth are you talking about, samu?” you inquired as he squeezed you tighter.

“’m fat, darlin,” he whimpered. “i hate lookin’ at myself in the mirror and i don’t know why yer still with me.” that broke your heart, you heart it shatter into a hundred pieces as he spoke. you opened your mouth to speak but he continued. you decided it best to let him rant. “every day ya see ‘tsumu and i can’t help but thinkin’ ye’d want a guy like that. i used to be that and i’m so disappointed-”

“lovebug you own a restaurant,” you determined with a flat expression. osamu blinked, the tears forming in the corners of his eyes disappearing. 

“yeah. i know that. what does-”

“so its natural for you to gain weight if your working with food consistently,” you cut him off again. “do you think i expected a good chef to be completely cut? no i didn’t. besides, you wear the weight well.” osamu blinked.

“ye noticed?” he tilted his head to the side. 

“of course i did. i never said anything because i didn’t care. you look just as good, if not better, because the added weight means i’m taking care of you. that i’m treating you well.” you leaned up to kiss his temple. “if you want to lose the weight fine, samu. but i’m upset you’d do it by not eating. i want you to be safe and healthy, okay?” your hand caressed his cheek, drenched with newly found tears. “oh samu, i’m sorry-”

“yer fine darlin,” he sniffled, smiling brightly for the first time that day. “thank ya. i love ya more than i could ever tell ya.”

“i love you too osamu,” you kissed his lips sweetly. “now come on you need to eat.” dinner went by just fine, your eyes on him the entire time to be sure he ate his fill, watching him smile and hum after each bite. you loved osamu so much and you wanted to make sure he knew that. after dinner you relocated to the couch, his head finding its sweet spot on your lap. your hand smoothed over his abdomen, rubbing it affectionately. he hummed again. 

“‘m gonna fall asleep if ya keep doin that,” osamu mumbled against the fabric of your pants. you giggled.

“do it. you’ve had a long day, samu. get some sleep lovebug. i love you so much,” you gave his sides a pat. osamu hummed again, mumbling affections under his breath as he doze off into a gentle slumber.

atsumu miya

you waited in the living room of your shared apartment for atsumu to return home from practice. scrolling through your phone with boredom etched into your features until the front door creaked open. with bright eyes your head tilted up to see atsumu in the doorway, kicking off his shoes with a sigh. not an extra loud one like usual, which didn’t instantly tip you off. still, your lips pulled in the brightest grin possible. 

“welcome back tsumu! i missed you,” you beamed with a giggle. but all you were met with was a dismissive hum from atsumu. frowning you watched him set his volleyball bag on the table and head out to shower. okay. guess he was having a bad day today. nothing atsumu miya’s loving girlfriend couldn’t fix! pulling out your phone you ordered his favorite from his favorite takeout restaurant, waiting for him to finish showering. your knee bounced in impatience, but that all changed once atsumu emerged from his shower, drying his hair with no shirt and gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips. “hey! i ordered your favorite, i figured you could use it. you look like you’ve had a rough day.” you smiled softly. all atsumu did was nod. 

“thanks,” was his curt reply. now you were a mix of hurt and confused and upset. what did you do? why was he being so distant? was it because you forgot to text him the picture of the dog you saw during your break? or the fact that you forgot to cook the asparagus he wanted before it went bad? what was wrong with your boyfriend. he went into the kitchen to get a glass of water. pouting you followed behind him, poking his side enough to annoy him enough to look over at you.

“okay atsumu miya. what’s wrong with you?” you demanded, arms crossing under your chest, cheeks puffed up. “usually you walk into this apartment and talk my ear off about anything and everything that happened at practice and today i’m met with absolute radio silence? what’s with that?” atsumu’s brow quivered and he turned to you with dark eyes. 

“sorry that ‘m annoyin and wanna fix my behavior so ya don’t fuckin’ leave me,” atsumu spat, returning to his water glass. your expression fell and you felt your heart sink. 

“what?” was your broken reply. and of course atsumu didn’t respond. “tsumu talk to me please, what’s gotten into you?” 

“omi called me annoyin’ today, which ain’t unusual, but he said if i didn’t get my act together ye’d leave me,” atsumu shifted awkwardly, staring at his reflection in the water. you frowned and placed your hands gently on atsumu’s hips, staring up at him.

“honey, no, i’d never leave you,” you cooed. “yeah you’re loud and obnoxious-”

“not helpin’ y/n.”

“but that’s part of your charm. you always manage to have something to say and i’m always here to listen. you never make things boring. and i love that about you. i love hearing how excited you get when you talk about your day, or the frustrated lilt in your tone when you complain about people not hitting your sets.”

“because my sets are perfect!” he spoke up, voice louder than it had been all day and had an offended squeak at the end of it.

“there’s my tsumu,” you sighed sweetly. “there’s my sweet baby. kiyoomi’s full of it. i’d never leave you for something as trivial about how much you talk. now cmon. how about we have dinner and you can tell me about your day, hm?” atsumu’s eyes were bright and he nodded like a sweet golden retriever.

“and then bo-kun kept missing my sets. my sets! then he got all mopey and pouty ‘bout it and i was like dude get a grip,” atsumu rolled his eyes around a mouth full of food, causing you to giggle. “he got his shit together eventually but damn it was so annoying. and don’t get me started on omi omi...” sighing sweetly you couldn’t help but stare at your over excitable boyfriend. listening to him ramble about his day was the best part about him coming home. 

[duuhrayliegh]

male chivalry

warnings: okay so there is a trigger warning of sexual harassment and attempted sexual assault, language, men being gross, protective!bucky, angst a bit, i think that’s it, if you see anything else let me know

word count: 3230 :)

a/n: idk why it took me so long to finish this, but it’s here now!!! also this is based off this post from @teaboot (just the op bc the rest of it pissed me off :)) i hope y’all like it. i hope it’s what y’all expected idk, i’m proud of it.

i really hope i did the topics justice, if you don’t think i did, please shoot me a message and help me figure out how to do better. <3

p.s.: my requests and tag lists are open! also this is not beta read, so all mistakes are my own.

xoxo ray

ray’s m.list

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It had been about three weeks since Bucky had first met the group of four at the protest. Bucky made sure to check in with Steve and let him know what he was doing. Steve was always worrying about Bucky, which was totally understandable because of everything they had been through.

Bucky’s day was a relaxed one with little to no time to dawdle. Over these three weeks, he had learned more from an eighteen year old than he ever thought he would. It was easier to open up to her, for some reason. Bucky hadn’t fully figured that out yet either, but he wasn’t going to question it.

Bucky had been going to his court mandated therapy with Dr. Raynor, to say they were making progress would be a lie. Honestly, Bucky was making more progress with the new individuals in his life. They knew what he did as the Winter Soldier-- no they know what the Winter Soldier did, Cassie made sure the distinction between the two was crystal clear. Bucky was still a bit cautious around them, not wanting to hurt them or be a burden to them.

It amazed Bucky how open they were with each other. Back in the 40’s, you didn’t express your feelings. Especially if you were a man, for fear of being labeled something unsavory. Even stranger still to Bucky was the encouragement and support that everyone gave to those in hard times. It warmed Bucky’s heart to see Penny comforting Freddie after his recent break up.

“Freddie and Ted had been together a little over six months,” Cassie explained to Bucky one night after the group had dispersed from the dining table. Bucky and Cassie were standing over the sink washing the dinner plates and cutlery. “Freddie was so in love with him. I thought Ted felt the same, but I guess that’s just how it goes, right?”

Bucky shrugged, this was one of his first experiences with modern romance. Dating in the 40’s was very rigid, which was to be expected, but nowadays everything is very fluid. It truly fascinated Bucky.

“I honestly don’t know.” Bucky shrugged as he dried the pristine plates. Just as he began to get lost in thought, Evie pulled him into a subject that he hadn’t thought of in a real long time.

“What was it like with women in the forties, Buck?” Bucky blinked at her and considered his answer carefully. The group had been teaching him how to handle some subjects sensitively.

“To be honest? The last date that I went on was to the World Expo of Tomorrow in 1943, the night before I shipped out to England.” He turned, leaning his weight on the counter behind him and crossing his arms over his chest. “I went with Steve, this was before he was Captain America, so when he was a little ol’ gangly thing. I had hooked us up with two women, one for me and one for Stevie, their names were Dot and Connie, I think.”

“No, no, that’s not what I mean, Buck. What was it like with women?”

Bucky tilted his head in question.“What do you mean?”

“What was it like with them? Like, how were they treated as a whole?”

“Oh, uh I think they were treated well? My Ma always told Steve and I to treat women with respect, so we did.”

“Right, but what about everyone else? How did they treat women?” Bucky was confused by the question and he began to think that he was giving the wrong answers.

“Um, I guess I don’t know. I guess they were treated how they are today?” Both of the girls in front of him released disdained scoffs.

“Well, that’s unfortunate, right Cas?” Cassie nodded at Evie and dropped her head in disappointment.

“Why do you say that?” Bucky asked. He was genuinely curious about what the girls were referring to. “I mean, I get that the treatment of women hasn’t always been good but it’s not that bad right?” The girls shared a knowing look, and then Evie sighed. She hauled herself out of her chair and nodded to Bucky.

“Alright, let’s go take a walk, just you and me.”

“Where are we going?”

“Oh, just a couple blocks away to the Walgreens. Sound okay?” Bucky agreed, grabbing his jacket and waiting for Evie by the doorway. “We’ll be back soon, Cas.”

“Uh, are you sure that’s a good idea, Evelyn?” Bucky had only ever heard Cassie use Evie’s full name when she was getting in trouble.

“Yeah, we’ll be fine, Cas, I swear.” Evie glanced at Bucky, “Besides, I’ve got a Sargent escorting me, so we’ve got nothing to worry about.” She threw a smile to her older sister whose face was just a veil of worry and doubt.

Bucky and Evie exited the apartment building and neither of them had said anything since. Bucky was wondering what this whole exercise was all about, but he wasn’t going to say anything until Evie did. The pair walked up onto a crosswalk, causing them to stop and wait so Evie was able to turn the man beside her.

“So, before we go any further, I just want to set the scene for you.” She took a calming breath and it was now that Bucky realized that this was the first time that she was noticeably scared. His brows furrowed and he nodded as she continued. “It’s ten o’clock on a Wednesday night and you’re in Brooklyn, walking to your local Walgreens because you need tampons.” Bucky huffed out a small laugh as Evie playfully glared at the man.

“Yeah, yeah. The female menstrual cycle is hilarious as is the pink tax that is put on feminine hygiene products. Laugh it up, James.” She shook her head and pulled Bucky closer to the front of a building. “I’m trying to tell you something, ya asshole. So, you see that it’s dark outside because it’s late but you decide to risk it anyway because you have a flight to catch at four the next morning. You leave your apartment and you are greeted with this.” She gestured to the expanse in front of her.

“Alright, let’s go. And just a word of wisdom real quick before we really get going. Women are considered fragile but I’ve never seen anything as easily wounded as a man’s ego.”

“Wow, that’s quite a pearl.” Bucky caught up to Evie as she made her way down the street.

“So being a woman and even more so, being a woman at night, means that you have to constantly be on guard.” As they were walking, a man in a greasy white tank top passed them. The man’s head turned and he scanned Evie’s body.

“Goddamn, that’s a sweet little body there, baby girl.” Bucky’s head snapped around to the man, but Evie kept walking. Bucky looked over to Evie with concern riddling his features.

“Hey, sweetcheeks! Let me talk to you for a while!” The greasy man was now following Evie and Bucky. “I bet I can show you a better time than he can, baby girl. Come on, let me talk to you.” He reached his hand out, gripping Evie’s arm and pulling her to face him.

“Please don’t touch me.” “Get your fucking hands off her, you dick.” The man took a step backwards away from the pair.

“Well, fine you bitch! I didn’t want you anyway, fucking fat ass.”

“Hey, you don’t just get to fucking walk away, you jackass! Apologize to her.”

“Why should I apologize to her? I was giving her a compliment.” Bucky’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. Did this guy just fucking--

“Okay, buddy.” Bucky went to approach the man to settle their disagreement when Evie stopped him.

“James, leave it. Let’s go.” She kept walking and Bucky didn’t want to leave her alone, not after that whole debacle.

“What the fuck was that Evie?” He questioned quickly, she shook her head in response but never verbally responded to him. A few paces later, the pair was about to pass a group of men leaned up against the brick wall behind them. Brown paper bags crunched around bottles were grasped in their hands. Drunken laughter was ringing out through the near empty streets.

“Hey baby! Why don’t you come on over here so we can talk to ya!” One of the men began to step in front of Evie effectively stopping her movement. The eighteen year old took a few steps backwards, coincidentally into Bucky’s chest. His arms came up to meet hers, about to move in front of her in a protective stance.

“Woah, you got a bodyguard baby?” The man tilted his head and stared at Evie. “You know you don’t need him sweetheart.”

“Damn, baby girl. You’re fine as hell.” Another man walked to stand next to the first. “What do I gotta do to get you in my bed?”

“Please leave us alone.”

“No, baby girl I don’t think that’s what’s going to happen.” Bucky stepped in front of Evie protectively.

“I think she told you to leave us alone.” The two men in front of Bucky didn’t waver. Two raised brows and a fit of laughter later, they still maintained their ground.

“Why? You guys going somewhere to fuck? Already got a piece of that ass and don’t want to share it big man?”

“That’s just cold. You gotta share sometime. And it’s just easier to do it now rather than later.” Evie trembled behind Bucky and leaned up so only Bucky could hear her.

“Come on Bucky, let’s just go back to the apartment.” She tugged on his right arm, fingers digging into his soft flesh. Bucky was sure that he would have crescent shaped indentations where her nails laid in because of how much she was gripping him.

Bucky’s eyes flicked up and down the two men in front of him, assessing how much of a threat they were. They were clearly enough of a threat to frighten Evie to the point of wanting to go home. Bucky gave Evie a stiff nod, not taking his eyes off of the men.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going baby? We’re just getting started!” One of them yelled at the pair as he reached out to grab Evie’s forearm. A split second later, Bucky’s left hand balled into a fist and he launched it at the man’s face. A loud crack resounded and a groan left the man’s mouth as he hit the ground. A look of shock fell across the other’s faces as they saw Bucky standing over their fallen comrade. The group took several steps away from the pair, holding their hands up in surrender.

“Don’t you ever touch a woman without her permission, you fucking prick.” Bucky then turned quickly, grabbing Evie’s wrist tightly and hauling her away from the men. Several paces later, Bucky still held a tight grip on the girl's arm.

“Bucky, you’re kind of hurting me.” Evie’s voice broke through Bucky’s barriers. He let up on how fast he was walking and then dropped Evie’s arm.

Worried eyes scanned her body for any bruising, “I’m so sorry, doll. Are you okay?” Evie laughed as she was rubbing her sore wrists.

“Bucky, that’s normal for any woman. Ever.” Shaking her head, she began walking back towards the apartment. “We could’ve kept on going to Walgreens, but I wasn’t sure your fragile heart could take it.” Bucky drew in his brows and a deep frown etched itself into his features.

“What the hell do you mean that’s normal, Evelyn?” He thrust his arm behind them, gesturing to what they just went through. “Nothing about that was normal.” Still shaking her head, the eighteen year old shrugged her shoulders.

“It’s normal for women.” She glanced at Bucky as she continued on her way. “Also, I know that you were probably just defending my honor or protecting me or whatever, but I want you to really think back, Buck. Think about when you were picking up women in the forties, did you ever push when they didn’t want to have that drink with you? Did you continuously ask for them to dance with you?”

“No, I told you. My Ma raised me the right way.” They walked up to the apartment building and Bucky reached for the door handle. Evie began making her up the stairs, Bucky not far behind her. She stopped suddenly, a few flights before Cassie’s apartment.

“What about your friends?” Bucky was taken aback. His memories were still a bit fuzzy about those times, but he could remember clearly enough. Although he wasn’t quite sure what she meant by the questions she was asking.

“What are you getting at Evie?” He huffed while opening the door to Cassie’s apartment. Freddie and Penny were lounged on the couch with an almost empty bottle of wine. Cassie’s head shot up at the sound of the two walking in the doorway. Evie dumped her things off on the granite countertop and turned on her heel to stare at Bucky.

“Did you ever stop your friends when women said no?” The quiet laughter between Penny and Freddie stopped suddenly as Evie’s question hung in the air. All eyes were on Bucky as he gulped and thought back to the times at the bars. Out with Steve and the other Howling Commandos, did they ever do that? He tried to think of a time when they pushed for what they wanted to happen. Of a time when the woman they were pursuing reluctantly gave in because they wouldn’t leave her alone. Evie didn’t wait for an answer, she could see that he was processing everything.

“So why did you stop those guys back there?” Her brows raised and her head tilted in question. Bucky took a deep breath and was about to answer when Evie cut him off. “By punching that guy out there, you’re a hero and we should all thank you and congratulate you for doing the right thing.” She stepped closer to Bucky and the three in the living room understood where Evie was going.

“What do you think would have been said if I would’ve punched him? Sure, you would’ve said something snappy and nice about how I can take care of myself. The general public though? They would say that I overreacted.”

“Easy Evie, he’s still learning.” Cassie said quietly. Bucky was thankful for that, he still did have a lot to learn but it felt like Evie was attacking him. That’s the point, you fucking dumbass. If you had been berating her for putting herself in danger by punching that guy, you would think she was reckless.

“Her point, Bucky, is that the double standard for men and women goes beyond what we expect. Everyone goes crazy for the knight saving the damsel, but everyone hates the damsel for saving herself.” Freddie explained from the comfort of the couch. Bucky nodded, starting to understand the concept. “And her questions about your old buddies. That has to do with the fact that you’re part of the problem.”

“What problem is that?” Bucky was honestly scared to know the answer but he knew to fully learn, he had to get all the facts, both good and bad.

“Stunting the growth of feminism. Being one of the people perpetuating the fact that it’s okay for men to be violent, but not for women.”

“Violence in the form of defending oneself in any capacity.” In Bucky’s line of work, he sees tons of capable and strong women. Natasha, Okoye, Shuri, Sharon, he could think of so many. Then he tried to think of when any of them got the limelight like Steve or himself.

“So it’s like anytime that there would be press releases for the team, and the interviewers would come and ask us questions,” he paused to think how to word what he wanted to say, “they always ask the guys about like super important things like how we’re keeping the city safe and stuff. But when they talk to the girls, they ask about their workout schedule and if they can wear underwear under their suits?”

“Yes, it’s exactly like that Bucky. That’s just a different form of it.” Evie replied quickly. She came up to hug Bucky. “I didn’t mean to attack you or anything, but this is something that we all feel is really important for you to grasp now that you’re back out there.”

“And now that you can recognize when it’s happening, the next important step is to stop it before it happens.” Penny yelled from the living room as she downed the last of the bottle in her hand.

“I’m so sorry, Evie. I didn’t know.”

“I know, I’m sorry too. You’re still figuring stuff out, but I needed you to see what it was really like for women.”

“Okay.” Bucky nodded. “How can I help this situation?” The group exchanged proud looks.

“Well, educate everyone around you. Don’t let it happen when you’re around.” Cassie said as she walked into the kitchen to crack open another bottle of wine. “And just support women. Push our problems into the public’s eye.” Bucky smiled, he could handle that, he was good at that.

Considering he was on his way to becoming a member of the Avengers, he would be able to influence from up high. He could openly support groups that were run by women, for women. He was used to standing in the background for things he didn’t believe in, so standing for something that he did was going to be a cakewalk.

A concern floated into the forefront of Bucky’s mind. He looked down at Evie, who had just recently released him from her death grip of a hug. “You know how to defend yourself right?”

Evie’s brows raised in a challenging manner, “Do I look like I don’t know how to defend myself?” The man shook his head and smiled as the surrounding group laughed. Cassie poured a glass of wine and cracked open a bottle of beer for Bucky.

They all made their way to the comfy couches to snuggle in for a movie night, satisfied with their teachings for the night.

“What are we watching tonight?”

“Well, in the spirit of feminism, we are going to watch Legally Blonde.” Penny commented as she picked up the remote. “And it’s Freddie’s favorite so yeah.”

The lights clicked off as the opening credits ran for the movie. Bucky looked around his group of friends as they giggled at the screen. Evie had her head in Cassie’s lap and she was stretched across the sofa with her feet tucked under Bucky’s thigh. Freddie and Penny were curled up in the loveseat across from where Bucky was. Pieces of popcorn and glasses of red wine were being passed from person to person, with the exception of Evie who was still underage. The energy surrounding the five of them was something Bucky hadn’t experienced in a long time and he wasn’t going to give it up anytime soon either.

A large grin overtook his face, although today was one of the harder lessons for him to learn, he wouldn’t want anyone else to be teaching him.

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@mishaandthebrits

[bump1nthen1ght]

Pack Tactics (Werewolf x Reader)

Pairing: Fem!Reader/Male!Werewolf

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Established Couple, Angst with a happy ending

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2896 words

Summary: You are in a wonderful relationship with your sweet partner, Gray. But this far into the relationship, you’ve yet to tell him you have no intentions ever of having kids. You can’t help but wonder, how will your child-loving werewolf boyfriend will react?

Request: I live for very specific comfort! No pressure if this doesn’t inspire you or if you just don’t want to write it obvi.... but could I have a f!reader x m!werewolf where the reader is 100% sure she doesn’t want to have kids ever never ever in any capacity and is worried about how her werewolf bf is going to react, worried she’ll be dumped or something (ya know cause idk I feel like werewolves are built with a breeding kink and like into the whole having a lot of pups) there can be smut if you want!! I love me some dramatic angst comfort :)))))))

A/N: Sorry this took so long y’all, school and stuff has been kicking my ass. But writing this sweet little fic has been a nice reprieve from my work. Hope you enjoy!

“Alright, I’ll get the chicken, the asparagus, and the pasta. You’ve got the wine and the dessert?”

“Sure thing.”

The two of you nod, Gray stepping away from the grocery cart before you call out to him.

“And not one of those huge tubs of ice cream.”

Gray emits a dramatic whine, pouting.

“But the big one is 25 cents cheaper than those little pints. It’s practically free!”

You furrow your brow and pat him on the shoulder.

“Not if we don’t finish them, they aren’t. Now go.” Gray rolls his eyes, clutching his heart and throwing his head back. You playfully push him, walking away with the grocery cart and towards the deli section. You can see the top of Gray’s wild brown hair as he moves into the next aisle, his 6’5” form towering over all the little old ladies who usually crowd the store.

You’re browsing the chicken, trying to decide between 2 breasts or a full rotisserie, when a familiar sound reaches you.

“Oh! If it isn’t ____.” You forcibly paint a smile, fingers automatically clenched around the stellafoam package as you turn to see your next door neighbor Mrs. Star. Her teased, bleached blonde hair teeters on top of her head, bobbing back and forth with the clack of her neon blue heels. While you can respect the 60-year old for digging her feet in and refusing to update her wardrobe from the 80’s, her pension for gossip is a little less admirable. “Shocked to see you out and about, what with that big ol boyfriend of yours.” She says, blue eyeshadow crinkling into a wink and nudging you with your elbow. You wheeze a bit, quickly covering it with a laugh. “Back in our honeymoon phase, Richard and I barely left the bedroom. And he was half-way balding back then, not the babe-a-rama you got going over there.” Mrs. Star’s laugh reaches a pitch almost too high for your human ears to pick up, maybe even giving Gray 2 aisles over a headache.

“Well, y’know, gotta keep our energy up.” You wince, immediately berating yourself for that comment. Mrs. Star throws her hand up in a “oh, you” gesture, letting out another half-whistle half-screeching chuckle.

“Oh I do, honey, I do.” She sends you another dramatic wink, which you return with a shaky smile. The corner of your cart bumps into hers as you begin walking along the meat aisle, trying to forcibly end this interaction. But Mrs. Star pulls off an impressive turn with her cart and strolls alongside you. She does little to hide her wandering eyes, trying to piece together any juicy info from your groceries. “So, are you two trying for kids yet?”

The wheels squeal to a sudden stop, forcing you to choke on your saliva as the shopping cart’s handle digs into your stomach. You keep your gaze locked on the frozen steaks  and turkeys, already way past the chicken you meant to grab.

“Uhhh, no. We’re not really in the phase of our relationship yet.”

Mrs. Star clicks her tongue, pressing her hand to her chest in a show of embarrassment. “I’m sorry, dearie. Old habits you see, whenever a new couple moves in together I assume they’re halfway to the wedding already. You young kids like to take it slow, huh?”

You nod, hastily grabbing a package of buffalo wings, hoping for an excuse to escape this conversation.

Mrs. Star continues to walk by you, her cart blocking off any convenient means to leave unless you significantly pick up her speed. Her eyes glance over the sweats sat in a display in the center of the aisle, humming a small tune.

The end of the aisle is approaching, you’re almost home free! You ready your feet to book it with an excuse, but Mrs. Star clears her throat and begins to speak.

“Now dearie, I don’t mean to pry-”

What do you call these last 3 minutes, Star?

“But I’d at least pop on a ring on that finger soon. Someday someone’s going to snatch that boy up like a piece of meat, saying all the right things. Men got all those suspicions about over-the-hill pregnancies, his eyes might start wandering. That’s how my first divorce went, so I should know.”

You pull your cart to a stop, breathe catching as you look at Mrs. Star, shocked. You can handle some inappropriate questions, but to question your boyfriend’s loyalty and insulting your relationship is crossing another line. Your brows furrow with a simmering anger, your cheeks heating up as you're ready to let loose.

“Well, Mrs. Star, if you must know I have the most wonderful boyfriend on this side of the planet, and unlike your deadbeat first husband, he’s as loyal as they can be.” Mrs. Star looks at you, eyes widened and right hand halfway to grab a pack of oreos. You huff, pushing your cart away from hers and towards the cash register. Right before you leave her sight, you turn back to her with a simpering smirk. “Have a great day, Mrs. Star!”

Your heart is heaving with anger, prepping a rant to Gray about the horrible interaction you just had. On the other side of the store, you spot Gray, his curly hair all tussled, holding a large Rosé and a package of ice cream sandwiches. Just the sight of his back calms you a bit, excited for some delicious food and late-night cuddles. You jog a little towards him, but slow down when you see him crouch down, looking at something hidden from your sight.

You turn your shopping cart slightly, trying to peer behind his massive form, and freeze.

Gray’s sticking out his tongue, pushing up his nose, and making many more silly gestures to a baby in a stroller. The baby laughs, it’s chubby cheeks bright red as Gray blows another raspberry, thrashing its arms up and down with joy. The dad is laughing at Gray’s antics, leaning down and patting his kid on the head.

Gray promptly stands up, sending another big smile to the kid, before waving goodbye. The six-month-old waves back, uncoordinated and decidedly adorable. Gray laughs, turning away and walking towards you.

Your feet feel cemented to the floor, heart down in your stomach.

He’s a natural, you think, nausea building up in your throat.

Gray was the oldest of eight, not a large number for a werewolf family. You adored them, and they you, but Gray had a way of dealing with his youngest siblings. Whether it was letting them climb all over him like a jungle gym, or attending imaginary tea parties, Gray was a pro. He was the guy to cram himself into a tiny chair at the kids table, eating tiny cookies and cracking jokes. ‘Dad’ seemed to be stamped into his very being, the cuddly werewolf with a love of children. He’s any mother-in-law’s dream.

But all those sweet things turn sour when you think about what Mrs. Star said. Gray, moving on without you.

Gray’s eyes light up when he sees your cart, jogging over and holding up the bottle of wine like a prize.

“Hey!” He says, quickly sliding an arm around your waist and giving you a peck on the cheek. “I got your favorite, and those delicious mint-chocolate sandwiches.”

His happy voice and comforting touch help abate whatever it is your feeling, but the way Gray’s brow furrows tells you your  discomfort is present in your eyes. “Is everything okay?” His large hand comes up and rubs your shoulder. You give him a shaky smile, fighting away negative thoughts with a bat.

“Yeah, let’s go home.”

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Wet fur presses up against your bare neck as you lazily stir the boiling water, Gray’s shifted muzzle now snug in the crook of your shoulder, the white flecks across his dark fur peeking into your periphery. Your free hand instinctively goes back to scratch between his ears, causing him to let out a satisfied huff, hot air blowing across your chest.

“That smells good baby.”

“It’s just salt and water Gray. The pasta’s barely al dente.”

Gray laughs, turning his head  slightly so he can press a small kiss onto your cheek.

“You could make even that taste delicious, ____”

You dramatically roll your eyes, pushing away his chin as he continues to peck and nip at your neck. After showering Gray always made sure to rub in some cherry-blossom leave-in conditioner into his fur. The artificial perfumes just lightly touch your senses, but the mental connection they have to Gray make them smell that much sweeter. You turn and give him a quick kiss on the lips, patting his shoulder once more.

“Do you mind setting the table? Maybe get started on those messy dishes?”

“No problem.” Gray mumbles, reluctantly pulling away from you and tugging up the towel that hangs loose on his hips. He barely needs to reach for your fancy plates on the top shelf, his chest muscles flexing and bicep taut. Even with his thick fur, you can see the bone of his clavicle which accentuates his long neck.

God, he’s so hot.

You think, smirking a bit as you continue stirring.

And all mine.

You hum, but the cheery mood you’re in quickly sours once you remember your conversation with Mrs. Star. That small seed of doubt seems to grow and leech from your chest.

2 years into this relationship and the two of you have only danced around the conversation of the future. You of course had agreed on living together, what your career paths looked like, even the potential of getting married in a couple years, but never kids. As two 20-somethings, you felt like you had all the time in the world.

But the thing was, you didn’t really need all the time in the world.

You didn't want kids. Even with your family or your neighbors needing that your opinion “might change some day,” you were confident in that decision. Not that you hated them, you just could never picture yourself being a mom. A fun aunt, maybe, but never a mom. It wasn’t even a point of contention in your own mind; The picture of you, your partner, and maybe a couple of pets thriving into your elders was bliss enough.

You sneak a glance to Gray, now clothed and back turned to you as he sets the table. He’s diligently folding the napkins into  fun shapes, a ritual he does every date night. From the hole in his jeans you can see his tail wagging, content as he hums to the low radio playing on the window sill.

A smile crawls onto your face, a small giggle escaping you as you watch Gray’s hips bob to the beat, silently mouthing the words. You snort as he does a dramatic little shoulder shift, Gray’s head whipping back towards the kitchen as you throw your hand over your mouth.

“What, don't you like my moves?” Gray says, shimmering his shoulders again, a large grin across his face.

“They could use some work, Kevin Bacon.” Gray clutches his chest, throwing his head back in mock pain.

“You wound me. After all these years, you would cut me so deep?”

“Sure would.” You turn back towards the simmering pasta, setting the wooden spoon on the rim and brushing your hands on your jeans. “Oof!” You squeak as you yanked away, Gray wrapping his arms around your waist, twirling you in a stumbling circle.

“And how ‘bout now, m’lady?” Gray simpers, eyebrow cocked. Your hands slap his chest as you laugh. He lets your feet back down on the floor, but keeps his arms locked around your waist. The two of you slow dance to the beat, and when the chorus hits, Gray gives his worst rendition possible. You bemoan and feign plugging your ears, but find yourself singing along anyway.

Everything about Gray is warm and bright, from his goofy grin to his excitable tail to his two left feet. He adds that pep of energy to your daily routine, pulling you out of an exhausting cycle for a quick jog to the beach or an episode of your favorite drama. Gray fills out all of those little spaces, makes them a little less gray.

Your head rests against his chest, feeling the fur through the fabric of his t-shirt as the two of you sway back and forth.

You want it to stay this way.

But that pestering weed squeezes your heart again, forcing images of Gray with a kid on his shoulders. Showing up to little-league football games with a big cooler and a “#1 dad” T-shirt. All those little moments, all without you.

You can’t fight the deep sigh, pressing your face even deeper into Gray.

Just let me have this. Just this moment, just for now.

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“Ugh, I think my stomach is going to explode from excess-pasta.”

Gray huffs, laying his head on your lap as the two of you slump onto the couch. His tail wags lazily, flickering back and forth as his legs swing over the coach's side, his long torso bunched up as he curls into you. The fur of his head is soft as you twist your fingers into it. “But I gotta say, what a way to go out.”

You giggle, losing your thoughts in his soft fur. Gray lets out another deep breath, nuzzling his face into your hand. You brush over his cheek with your  thumb, admiring the cheekbone you feel just underneath.

But that burning question refuses to leave your mind, and you ask it without even thinking.

“Do you want kids, Gray?”

Gray’s eye’s stay closes, his posture relaxed as he sinks into your massaging fingers.

“Hmmm, maybe. Never really thought too much about it. Why?”

Your throat dries up, mind reeling. It wasn’t even a definitive yes, but your heart is still reeling. Your fingers pause and Gray's eyes open. He shifts his head when he sees the look on your face, concerned. “Babe?”

You nod, eyes still wide, trying to fight off the inklings of a panic attack. Gray pushes himself up on his elbows, paw quickly coming to caress your cheek. “Baby, is everything alright?”

You find the energy to breathe, and suck in deeply. Your heart begins to slow down as you look into Gray’s yellow wolf eyes. You dig your cheek into his large palm, smelling the perfume of his conditioner.

“Yes, sorry, I just-” You pause, taking another deep breath. “I ran into Mrs. Star in the grocery store, and-I’m sorry I’m overthinking things.” You mutter, patting yourself  on the cheek as to snap yourself out of your mood. Grays other hand rubs the back of your neck.

“It’s okay, baby, I’m here. Did she say something?”

“No-Well, yes. It’s silly, typical Star things. She just brought up how ‘ought to get started having kids, and it just-” You let out a shaky sigh, pulling away Gray’s hand with your own and looking him straight in the eye. “I don’t want to have kids, ever.”

In Gray’s eyes, you expect to….something. Confusion, disappointment, maybe? But instead, all you see is relief. Gray rests his paw on your thigh, squeezing it.

“_____, is that what you’ve been worrying about?” You nod, throwing your eyes back down, but Gray tilts your chin towards him. “If you don’t want kids, we won’t have kids. Simple as that.”

Your eyes widen and you pull your face back.

“Seriously? But-what if-”

“____, I grew up with eight siblings. I’m going to have to deal with more nieces and nephews then I can count on my fingers and my toes, I think I can handle not having kids.”

A weight lifts off of your chest and you slump forward into Gray, pressing your forehead against his clavicles as you let out a long, relieved sigh. He laughs, patting your back and kissing the top of your head. “I’m sorry you had to deal with this all day, I didn’t even realize you were so upset.”

You slap his chest, letting out another frustrated sigh. With him? No, but yourself, and Mrs. Star, for stirring up nightmares for no damn good reason.

“It’s not your fault, it’s mine for being so paranoid.” You press your chin up, pouty lips admiring your boyfriend's face. “I’m sorry for freaking out. She really got me into my own head.”

“No apologies needed baby.” Gray says, giving you a small peck. You send him a cheesy smile, chasing after his lips with a couple of small kisses. A low rumble growls out from his chest as you nip at his jawline. Behind him, you hear his tail begin to hump on the floor.

“Hmm, does that mean you feel better?” You nod, pressing another kiss into his pulse point.

“Yes, thank you for letting me get that out.” Another kiss, now on his Adam’s apple.

“Welp,” Gray says, quickly adjusting himself. In another second, you yelp as he picks you up by your butt, legs quickly wrapping around his waist, “Let’s give Mrs. Star something to talk about, hmm?”

You throw your head back with a laugh, clinging tight to his chest as Gray blows a raspberry into your neck. “That good with you, my lady?”

You nod, giving him another kiss on the lips as he carries you off into the bedroom.

Yeah, you have it good.

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Complain

Warnings: Angst (happy ending tho), hurt/comfort, depictions of mental illness.

Miya Atsumu x female presenting reader

Note: You can tell this isn't planned to when you're bound to meet typos and grammar mistakes. And omg??? Someone who's not??? Kita Shinsuke the man we never thought we needed??? Something must be going on in my head.

Miya Atsumu isn't perfect. He knows that.

He's childish, stubborn, impatient, and at times; extremely mean, especially when his day has been a cluster fuck of a day. He would snap at anyone he comes across (except maybe his captain), which doesn't exclude his own twin brother.

These factors are what made most of his relationships short, the girls he'd date couldn't stand him during his lowest and would dump him not long after his outbursts. "Fangirls." He would mutter and walk away.

Of course, not all of his relationships would end quickly, there are some that lasted quite a while, but those relationships weren't healthy for both parties. He would constantly be busy with his passion, sometimes ignoring his girlfriend and his girlfriend would complain over and over until they both couldn't take it and end up hurting each other with a messy break up.

So when he met you, he doesn't have much hope ofl anything, really. You who started out as someone who was a fan of him and boosted his ego after you complimented his skills. He was sceptical at first, but after having a few conversations with you, he easily concluded that you were a fan of his skills, not his appearance.

Getting you to be his girlfriend was easy, only took a few hangouts and a gift before you accepted to be with him. Now, as usual, he doesn't have hope that this relationship would even last but it surprised him to know that you two lasted well over six months.

You aren't like the girls he dated in the past. You never complain when he prioritises volleyball over your needs, you never respond to his outbursts with an even bigger outburst, even going as far as taking the short end of the stick of his sharp words and insults even if you had no play in it.

He once asked why you never complain and why you just sit there, taking the shit he throws at you like you deserve it, and your answer will always confuse him.

"Because I know volleyball is your life, Atsumu and I can't just take it away from you. People also have bad days and they deal with it in their own ways."

Truth be told, while Atsumu is confused, he's concerned. In your relationship, Atsumu feels like he's the only one receiving whole you continuously give without thinking about yourself.

He remembers accidentally breaking a project you had that was due in a day and you just shrugged it off. He helped you re-do it and that's why you at least turned it in on time, but never once has a complaint left your lips.

He remembers when the teacher punished you for something someone else did. You who happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. You said nothing and took the punishment like you were the one to blame and Atsumu had to talk to the teacher and clear your record from the stain spilled by someone else.

Why? Why do you never complain? Why do you just accept every single thing thrown at you?

"Then why doncha ask 'er yerself, ya big dumbass." Osamu groans, placing his pillow over his head. "I ain't her so stop askin' me."

"I'm askin' 'cause I thought ya'd know shithead. Nami complains to ya, doesn't she? She tells ya what's botherin' her right?" Atsumu asks, raising his voice in frustration.

"'Cause Nami ain't [Surname], how many times do I gotta tell ya? Even their personalities are different!" Osamu sighs. "Look, ya just gotta talk with her about it, even if ya ask Kita-san and his girlfriend, or Suna's single ass, they can't help ya 'cause it ain't their relationship."

"How the hell d'ya even ask someone to complain to ya? Ain't that just gonna come out weird?"

Now Osamu stays silent for a few seconds, genuinely contemplating the question his brother had asked. "Ya do it slowly and not forcefully. Kita-san told me that when Nami and I were havin' a big fight."

"She won't avoid it, will she?"

"If ya put yer feelings into it, she probably won't."

Cut to him nervously standing in front of your house, ready to confront the elephant in the room. He's planned all the words he plans on saying to you, in a way where it isn't too forceful or accusatory (had to get some help from Kita's girlfriend and Nami by proofreading every word).

You open the door to him with a bright smile on your face, pulling him into a hug like you usually do. "I'll be with ya in a second okay? I just need to put some leftovers away." You say as you walk into the kitchen.

Atsumu sits in the sofa nervously, as he listens to the clatter in your kitchen. He feels like he'd about to step into a minefield, everything is full of uncertainty and he doesn't know how this will end.

You walk back into the room and sit next to him on the sofa, placing your colder hand on his warm, clammy ones. "'Tsum, are ya okay? Ya seem kinda nervous." You ask softly.

Atsumu takes a deep breath and looks at your curiosity-filled eyes, one that never conveys anger or sadness, at least in front of him. "[Name], we... need to talk."

He scans your face for any signs of panic. It's common knowledge that 'we need to talk' isn't going to end well in almost every relationship. But to his surprise, you stay calm, smiling softly at him as you rub your thumb across his hand.

"What about?" You ask, tilting your head slightly.

"I just... I don't know. I'm kinda worried about ya [Name]."

"Worried? Why would ya be worried about me?"

Atsumu sighs and licks his dry lips, placing his other hand over your own. "Ya never complain to me [Name], ya always take whatever anyone throws at ya even if ya don't deserve it. Why? Just why [Name]?"

You stare at him with wide eyes and avert your gaze from him, opting to stay silent and biting your lip. Atsumu sighs once more and pulls his hands away from your hand to cup your cheeks and turn your head to look at him.

"Look at me, please? [Name], I love ya with all my heart and I just wanna know why. Fuck's sake, I called ya a whore when I saw ya talkin' with Suna and ya just... let me, ya didn't scold me, ya didn't defend yerself. As much as I tease 'Samu for bein' all cheesy and feely with his girlfriend, I have to admit that I'm saddened by ya bein' treated like shit and just takin' it. By me or anyone else."

You pin your gaze to your lap and he hears a sniffle from you. His heart stings and his eyebrows furrow before pulling you into his warm embrace, slowly feeling a wet spot form on his shirt.

"I'm sorry 'Tsum... but I... I just feel like I have nothin' else to lose," you start as you sob into his chest. "If people leave then they leave. If people throw me away after usin' me then they throw me away after usin' me. I have nothin' else to lose so if it happens then it happens. Not much will change."

Atsumu hugs you tighter before starting to rock back and forth with you in his arms. Letting you soak his shirt with your tears and snot and grip his shirt like it's your lifeline.

"I'm sorry if ye're mad 'cause I didn't tell ya. I want to, I really do. I just didn't know how to and the time is never right." You add.

Atsumu sighs into your hair, trying his hardest not to cry along with you. You, someone who has been caring for him without thinking about yourself. You, someone who has supported him even during his lowest. You, someone he loves, who has just admitted that you have nothing else to lose.

"I'm not mad, baby I'm not mad." He whispers, kissing the crown of your head. "I don't know how ya managed to deal with those feelings alone, but know I'm proud of ya for not givin' up. Thank ya for tellin' me. We'll get through this together, okay baby?"

The small nod you give him is enough to make him smile as he starts rubbing your arm comfortingly. He whispers all his compliments to you, about how drop-dead gorgeous you are, how much he loves you, how much joy you bring into his life.

He tries his best to take care of you, making you hot chocolate after begging Osamu for a recipe, wrapping you in a blanket sushi, and asking some people for fluffy movies you two can watch together (some suggestions aren't really helpful).

After that day, you slowly start to try and make a change for yourself. Telling Atsumu (very softly and almost a bit fearfully) if he hurts your feelings with a snappy comment he makes, defending yourself when someone accuses you for something you didn't do (Atsumu had to help you a lot, but hey, you aren't just taking it like you used to!), and overall improving albeit a bit slowly.

At times Atsumu would be a bit impatient at your progress, but when he sees you smile after you told him how you managed to slowly clean your (apparently) messy room, or when you found a professional to talk to about any issues, or how you told him you started to pick up a hobby you abandoned some time ago.

He never thought he would want to hear complaints people direct towards him, but every time he hears you complain, he can only plaster a huge smile on his face because he knows that you're slowly getting better.

Note: Soft 'Tsumu bc yes