#yes I am writing this to procrastinate going to bed why do you ask

[thewallshaveeyes]

ADHD Life Pro Tip:

Can't seem to incorporate a daily routine? Why not try

✨Multitasking?✨

(Aka just shoving shit into your schedule all willy nilly)

Have trouble brushing your teeth? Just do it in the shower!

Never skip a meal but can't find time to fit in Duolingo? Learn while you eat!!

The world gets so much easier when you regain your free will. Like, of course I could spend all morning laying in bed until I'm late or I could roll out of bed (literally) and just fucking slug around to ease myself into moving!! Idgaf if it's childish, if running up the stairs on all fours like a shetland pony is what it takes for me to get my ass to get dressed then SO BE IT

[singsangseung]

Inside out

It is yet again time for another chapter of my Valentine’s Day Lola’s with my Ju-baby @numberonejeonginstan! My Changbin  Stans gather round ( @straykeedz I am looking at You POOKIE!) this idea has been in my head for way too long and I  have procrastinated writing it until now (it’s 3:36 am LMAO0. Anywaysssssss enjoy!

!! ⚠️ warning!! AGELESS OR BLANK BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED AS WILL MINORS ⚠️!! MDNI! 18+!! 

Summary: yours and changbin’s sex life was anything but vanilla, so of course you’ve done food play…..but he’s never eaten it from inside of  you ( and your now vanilla flavored cunt)

Warnings: oral sex( fem!rec), fem!reader, use of whipped cream( both in and outside), dirty talk, unprotected sex(act surprised)pee afterwards! Also why even would you?), cream pie( again….why?), please properly take care of your nether regions…..get that whipped cream out of your coochie (would probs cause an UTI), coke can cock binnie, breeding kink, let me know if i missed any or if there are any typos :) 

This is purely a work of fiction and in no way does this represent Changbin as a person, thank you, toodles! 

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Let’s take a quick rewind for a second okay?

As long as you and Changbin— aka Binnie, binkie, baby boo, pumpkin, snookums, muffin, doodles, the love of your life, sunshine, boba eyed baby— had ventured into exploring and trying things in the bedroom you had never had a boring or vanilla sex life. 

You had tried a lot of things. Pet play, bondage, him domming— you loved it, him subbing, anal, cum play, spitting, choking. You’ve tried it all. But, food play was a common favorite and you two often would go back to it.

But, everyone knows Changbin loves to eat and he’s damn good at it,too. He’s, especially, good at eating you out, however. Knowing how to use his tongue to circle your clit, sucking your labia between his lips, shaking his head when his tongue is inside of you in all of the most pleasurable ways. He’s made you have blindingly good, earth shattering orgasms in record time. 

Less than 3 minutes to be exact. He timed it himself, don’t ask why.

But, if you would like to know why, well changbin was curious as to how fast he could make you cum with just his mouth. Yes, just his mouth. “Binnie do you really need to time it?” you askes, because in your eyes  it seemed a little silly. Maybe, a lot a bit silly. “Yah, I want to. I want to know how long it takes for you to unravel on my tongue, bubby.” he grinned back at you. Well…..valid enough.

And soon thereafter, he had your thighs pressed to the bed, his face between your legs. “Start the timer, bub. Come on, now.” “bin-fuck- it just seems silly.’ you managed to choke out as you felt his lips suck against your throbbing bundle of nerves.  Damn, how was he soooo good at this? Shaking his head against your cunt, he smiled feeling the gushes of your nectar flood onto his tastebuds. “Fuck me. You have the sweetest little cunt baby,” he breathed out, coming up for air. “Bin, binnie fuck! Youre so good-hhhnngggggg” you cried out, hands making a fast purchase in his soft black curls. “Yeah? Binnie eats your yummy cunt so good?” changbin groaned into your cunt, sending shockwaves over vibrations and subsequent pleasure through your body.  

Nodding your head swiftly, you cried and felt your legs start to twitch as your hips started top cant up into his mouth. “Yes–hhhnnnng! Yes, fuck fuck fuck! Eat me so good, binnie!” You sobbed, feeling the all too familiar knot start to coil up in your stomach. “I-i’m getting close bin.” 

Wow, close already? He thought to himself in his head. He really must be good, because he hadn't even been eating you out for 5 minutes. 

Looking up at you through his eyelashes, he gave you a cheshire cat grin and snaked his tongue into the warmth of your cunt. “Ah! Fuck me, m almost there binnie! I’m gonna cum! Shaking his head vigorously against your cunt, he smiled and lapped up your juies as they only continued to pour out of you. “Yeah, binnie’s baby is going to cum?” he teased, as if he couldn't feel your pussy clenching around his tongue and your thighs twitching in his hands. 

“Yes–hng– yes! Im going to fucking cum, binnie!” You clenched your eyes shut and pulled his hair at the roots. Briefly, he pulled away from your cunt, only to let a dribble of a mix of your arousal and his spit fall onto your cunt. “Give it to me. Come on baby, give binnie a good one,” he smirked before diving right back in and giving a harsh suck to your clit. “Yesyesyes,” you blabbered as hot tears spilled from your eyes. 

Snap. the coil that was holding you to the world had snapped and you came–hard. White vision, you couldn’t hear, you were shaking like a leaf, your ears were ringing. “Yes, yes yes ! binnie! I’m cumming-oh fuuuuuuck!” your toes were curled to their fullest extent and you had a vice like grip on his hair as you came. Your sweet juices poured from your hole like water pours from a fountain. “There we go. That’s binnie’s good girl.” he crooned, sucking and slurping and drinking your cum up. “Fuck, so sweet baby. Could drink your sweet cum all day.”  he groaned, pulling back up and smashing your lips together. 

2 minutes 45 seconds and 34 nanoseconds

You loved it for various reasons. Being able to bring spice, literally, into the bedroom— or sweetness. Whether it was spraying and sucking whipped cream off his cock( one of your favorites), him spraying chocolate sauce on your cunt and licking it off before eating you out, making a lollipop molded from his cock that he would watch you suck on as if were his own cock—that’s a story for another day, or you licking caramel sauce off his chest and sucking it out of his belly bully like a shot glass. Not to mention Changbin sticking a lollipop in your cunt and licking off your nectar that was added and mixed with the lollipo’s strawberry flavor— he loved that one. It added, literal, flavor to the already debaucherous and sinful things going on on that bed.

However, Changbin had never eaten anything from inside of your pussy. 

And that brought you to your current position. 

It had all started earlier that night, after you finished dinner. “Yeobo, do you want dessert,” you asked your buff bunny boyfriend. “Sure, love bug, what’s on the menu?” He replied back, his tummy full from the meal you just shared. 

Looking through your fridge and freezer, you tilted your head, pretending to look for something— even though you had a plan this whole time. Pulling out the can of whipped cream that sat on the shelf, you shut the doors and turn to him. “Your favorite.” You giggled, tugging your lower lip between your teeth. 

“My favorite?” He was confused. He had a lot of favorites; your pussy, your tits, your ass, your lips,your cum, your spit. Food wise, he also had a lot of favorites, especially when it came to his dessert. Changbin loved Taiyaki, shaved ice, mochi, Felix’s brownies, again your cum. The list could  go on but your cum was always at the top, regardless. 

Perching up on his spot on the couch, he could see you holding a bottle of whipped cream. Oh. ….Oh. Standing from the couch, he strides towards you and braced his arms on either side of your frame thus locking you against the kitchen counter. “My favorite, huh, baby?” He breathed out, his plush lips ghosting along the shell of your ear. Nodding, you tilted your head to be able to capture his lips in a heated kiss. 

“Mhm, your favorite, binnie…….me,” you whispered, as his tongue slid into your mouth. “Oh? Is that so?” He gruffed out, biting your earlobe before pulling you in for a heated kiss. It was a conglomeration of spit swapping, your tongues fighting for dominance and shared moans. “Yea…..I’m your favorite treat to eat,” you whispered, his mouth swallowing the words.

Not only were you his favorite dessert; you were his favorite break, brunch, lunch,dinner, snack, midnight snack. Generally, you were just his favorite everything. Simply put. He could not, for the life of him or for your own sanity, get enough of you. Once Changin got a taste of you— even if it was the smallest taste— he couldn’t stop, not that he wanted to anyways.

 With his strong arms, in a split second he had you sit on the cool marble countertop. The coolness of the counter being a stark difference to the heat between your legs. What you, however, failed to realise was how Changbin grabbed the can of whipped cream and shook it. “Open wide baby,” he cooed, his index and middle finger holding your jaw and pressing your lips open. “Mmmmm, so yummy,” he chuckled sinisterly, pressing the nozzle and dispensing the cold sweet whipped cream into your mouth.

As soon as the whipped cream was in your mouth, his mouth came chasing, gripping the base of your neck and licking, feverishly, into your mouth. It was sweet, sticky, creamy mess. You had melted whipped cream and saiva smeared around your mouth as Changbin continued his hot licks and sucks. Fuck. So sweet, bunny.” He panted, using the back of his hand to wipe the whipped cream and saliva concoction from his mouth.

Pushing you down to lay on the counter,he hastily pulled your sweatpants and panties off. “But not as sweet as this title pink cunt,” he breathed out.  His eyes locked onto the sight of your wet glistening pussy. “You trust me right?” he asked. What? Why would he even ask that? It was a silly question, “right baby?” What a silly little question to ask and especially during sexy times. 

“With my whole heart binnie. Why?” You knew he was up to something. He always has some idea in his pretty head. Then you felt and heard it. The sound of the whipped cream spraying and filling your cunt. It was an odd sensation. You couldn’t decipher if it was good or bad, however. “Oh….oh what thee fuck? Binnie?” You gasped, the cold cream mixing with your warm wetness. “Sh, just trust your binnie,” he winked before shoving his face between your thighs.

 Oh what the fuck.  He put whipped cream inside your pussy. Before you could even register, his tongue his making its way around your labia. “Oh my fuck, binnie!” this was not what you were expecting, but it felt good nonetheless. Peeking up at you through his eyelashes, you could see the proud smirk on his beautiful face. “Fuck bin! Feels good!” you whined, it was a feeling you couldn’t verbally describe. It was somehow, almost, enhancing the feeling. 

Being able to feel how the whipped cream was becoming less cold and whipped as it melted in your pussy was interesting, to say the least. But……you liked it. And yes, you may have played with food in the bedroom before, but never in this way. It was good, better than you expected, to be honest. 

Swirling his tongue in your cunt, you could feel how he was tensing his tongue to be able to scoop the melted whipped cream out. “I- fuck! Changbin! Oh my fucking fuck!” you pressed your eyes shut, and arched your back off the countertop. “Yeah, honey girl?” he perched, slightly pulling away from your wet cunt to take a breath in.

Oh. oh the sight was filthy. His mouth was covered in a mix of your nectars and a mixture of melted whipped cream. It was hot, even though that whipped cream was not….not now at least. “I-i fuck me……it feels so good. Make me feel so good.” you breathed out, eyes slightly glossed over as you panted, your chest heaving. 

“I’m sure it does, baby. You taste so good, almost better than you always do. Although, nothing beats the raw taste of that sweet creamy cunt.” he smirked, biting his lips. “Have a taste baby,” he panted out, collecting a fair amount of the pussy juice and whipped cream mixture on his calloused finger and pushed it into your mouth. 

Woah, it was good, if you had to say so yourself. You’ve tried your own cum before and admittedly it was pretty good. Not that you would go out of your own way to just consume your cum. But, changbin on the other hand would. He had an almost unhealthy obsession with your cum, and you in general. 

“Back to the matter,honey,” he smiled, and dove right back into your pussy. Even more rapidly, he slurped, drank and licked all of your juices. “Bin! I-hhhhng! I’m close!” thank god, because his cock was hard as a rock in his sweats. “Give me a good one, baby. Give binnie a good one,” he grunted into your cunt, the words slightly muffled. 

Fucking his tongue into your cunt, he used one hand to hold your waist to the counter while the spare hand was reaching into his sweatpants to palm his own cock. “Come on baby, cum for binnie. Be binnie’s good bunny.”

His good bunny. Binnie’s good bunny.

That was all it took for you. Snap, crackle, pop. your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks. “Yesyesyes binnie! I- hhhhhnnnngggg–i’m cumming! Fuck of my god!” snapping your eyes shut, gush after gush of your cum and whipped cream poured out of you. “Gooooood girl. Such a good bunny for binnie.” changbin praised you. Sucking the mix of your cum and whipped cream from your hole. “Such a sweet little cunt. My favorite fucking dessert evert,” he conceded, giving one last kiss to your clit before pulling away to shove his sweat pants down. 

“Fuck, bin. I need you in me, fuck, please.” he was going to give it to you good, and soon. “I know bunny,” he smiled, a chuckle falling from his cum–and whipped cream– covered lips. He loved seeing you so desperate and needy for him. It turned him on, knowing he did that to you. It was one of his favorite sights to see.

But, the sight of his fat dripping cock splitting the lips of your cunt open was near the top of his list. “Ssssh, bunny. I know. Binnie knows,” he consoled, seeing you opening your legs further to welcome his built and muscular body. Grasping his girth in his hand, he lined his ruddy fat cockhead with your hole. “You ready, bunny?” he teased, painting his cockhead up and down your cunt, from clit to your hole. 

What a fucking tease. Whining, you circled your thighs around his waist in effort to sink his cock into you. “Yes! Yes, i’m so ready! Want it so bad- fuck- so bad,binnie! Please please pl-”you begged, tears beginning to build in your eyes. Suddenly, his full girth was splitting you open–almost like a banana split. A binnie split,you could say. “Fuck, bunny. How are you still so fucking tight?” he groaned, stabilizing himself on his feet before slowly withdrawing his hips. “I fucked you this morning and you’re still so tight, bunny.”

It, really, was a great question. With how active your sex life is, you were still really tight, not that he was complaining. Your binnie would never, he loved how you sucked him in and held his cock with a vice grip. It was addicting.

Slowly, he pushed his cock back in and you positively mewled. “Hnnnng! Fuck, so full, binnie!” you wailed. His cock always made  you feel so full, like after a good meal. His cock was like a meal, for you. “Ye-yeah? Feel full of my cock, darling?” he groaned, slowly starting to build a rhythm of slow deep drags. “Uh huh! So full, feels so–hnnngggg– good!” You sobbed, arms extending to hold onto his shoulders. Dragging his hips against yours, he groaned and let his head fall forward,eyes closing in bliss. “You feel so good,bunny.” he grunted, blinking his eyes open. 

With his chin tucked to his chest, he could see just how well you were taking his thick cock. “Oh fuck, bunny. Taking binnie’s cock so well,” he lamented, seeing how your wet and creamy cunt was swallowing his cock. Your labia stretched around his girth. How had he never watched how your little cunt stretched around him? He would have to watch that more often, maybe even record it for when he’s away on tours. If you let him ,that is. 

“Uh huh. Binnie. So fu-fuck- so full.” you crooned, hitching your legs higher to slot in the creases of his elbows. “More, need more binnie, please,” you begged, leaning the back of your head on the counter as your hair splayed around you. “Fuck me, of course. Anything binnie’s bunny wants, she gets.” he panted out, picking up his pace. Not too fast but incredibly deep.

“I-hhhnnnnggg! Like that binnie! Fuck, fuck me like that!!” You wailed, tears spilled from your eyes as your nails dug into his muscular bulging shoulders. “Yeah, like that bunny? Feel me so deep like this,bunny?” yes, you could feel it so deeply, each vein and small stream of his precum. You could feel it all. It was overwhelming. 

“Ye-yes! Feel your cock so deep in me, binnie!” you whined, toes curling. Pressing his hips against your snugly, it felt like his cockhead was pressing against your cervix while also splitting you open and almost to your limits. His cock was just so thick, you could barely wrap your hand around it. “I know bunny. You just hug my cock so good with your little pussy. So warm and wet.” his scratchy voice creaked out. “Nee-need you to move binnie. Please, move.” the pants and begs and pleas spilled out like a water faucet. 

Nodding, he pulled back and pressed back into you. Thwack. You could hear the visceral and raunchy smack of his heavy cum filled balls smack against your ass. “Oh-oh! Fuck, again, do that again, binnie,” you pleaded as you could feel your walls start to close in on his girthy cock. “Like this, bunny,” he teased, rolling his hips into yours and grinded his pelvic bone against your clit. 

The grind of his trimmed curly black pubic hairs against your sensitive clit paired with the feel of his girthy cock splitting you open was blindingly good. “Uh huh! Hhhhnnnngggg! Ju-just like that,binnie!” Sobs and cried and wails tumbling from your raspy throat and out of your pink lips. “I’m getting close, binnie! Fuuuuck!” You cried, eyes rolling back. 

“I know, bunny. I can feel you gripping my cock so good. Gonna let me breed this pretty pussy?” He questioned, feeling his own orgasm building, the familiar coil building as the pressure was stacking in his lower abdomen. He was going to cum soon. But, he needed you to cross the finish line first.

“Fuck!Hnnngggg– of course! Yes yes! Slightly picking up the pace, his rhythm was slightly altering as he started to chase the feeling of his orgasm. “Come one bunny. Give me another one. I know you want to. be my good bunny. Binnie’s good little bunny to breed.” He grunted out, voice slightly worn and cracking. “Yeah. want to be binnie’s good bunny,” you pouted, as he reached to rub your clit and sped his pace.

Broken cries fell from your lips, the stimulation of his thick cock, his calloused finger rubbing your clit, him wanting to breed you. It was all too much, in the best way you could possibly imagine. “I-i’m close binnie!” his hips only faltered more as he was on the brink of his own orgasm. 

“Fuck– come on bunny,” he slightly begged, wanting to get you over the orgasmic bridge first. He always made you cum first. Now, that was his main goal. Driving his cock into your cunt deeply, he pressed frantic yet precise figures on  your clit. “I-fuck! Binnie! Almost there! Gonna gum for you binnie, gonna be your good bunny!” You cried, as the band snapped.

Rip, tear, visceral bliss. Your orgasm rammed into you and ripped your body to shreds. A pleasured yet pained scream tore from the depths of your soul as your cunt gripped his cnt tighter than it had before. “Fuuuuuuck! Ahhhh fuck! Cum-cumming cumming cumming!” You wailed, your voice hoarse and strained as you cried. Your head thrown back, he could see your body heaving as you choked on air as you came and his cock started twitching even with your walls gripping him so tightly..  “Oh my fuck, binnie!” you sobbed, your arms giving out, leaving you to fall onto the counter under you and your legs shook like autumn leaves. 

That was all it took for Changbin. With one final push, he pressed is hips against yours the farthest he could and threw his head back. With his vision going white and his ears rang, he let out an animalistic primal groan out. “Fuuuuuuck, bunny. Gonna breed your cunt, squeezing me like a fucking vice.” He seethed, reeling his cock twitching as the numerous roped and spurts and gushes of his cum emptied from his heavy balls. He didn’t have to look to know or see that he came a lot. “Fuuuuuck,uuuuugggghhhhh, bunny. Take my cum.” the words flew from his lips as he stilled inside you. And take his cum you would. You did every time. 

“fill me, binnie! Breed me!” You begged, feeling your womb fill with his cum. Blinking himself into reality, he saw how much he and you came. There was a thick ring of your mixed cum at the thick base of his cock and it was dripping onto your kitchen counter. Fuck, you were in the kitchen and there was windows.

Rapidly, he snapped his head to the windows above your sink. Mortified, he made eye contact with your neighbor. The poor lady had seen you two. Now , you didn’t know how long she had been there. But she got a good show and for free. But, he knew he couldn;t tell you that you two had been caught in the act.

Shielding your body from other peoples’ eyes, he laid over your shaking frame. But, damn, that felt so good. Delicately, he pulled his cock from your cunt and it only spilled out even more. Fuck. there was a lot of cum. A decent puddle of it forming on the counter, as you laid panting. “That was….so good,binnie.” You tiredly giggled. 

Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to your lips and used a washcloth to wipe up your mess. No longer was it white from whipped cream but his cum. Would he be able to taste the vanilla of the whipped cream at all? Curiously, he collected a bit on his finger and sucked it into his mouth. 

Hm. it was mostly yours and his cum. But, there was the faintest taste of vanilla whipped cream. He liked it.

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Surprise Dates - Part 4

Summery: After a fun night with Raiden, he makes a suprise plan for a date.

Word count: 805

A/n: I have crawled out of the trenches of depression and finished writing pure fluff for you all

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 (Smut)

The morning sun comes up, and you start to wake up as well. You slowly sit up in your bed, there is a small warmth within you as you turn to see Raiden still sleeping. Raiden's black hair perfectly presses up against the blueish pillow you have, his breath softly hits your arm. You wake Raiden up, by lightly nudging him awake.

Raiden's groans were louder than you expected them to be so early in the morning, "Oh, what time is it Y/n?" Raiden gets up while saying this in a grumpy tone. "I think it's around 6 am, maybe even 7." You say on response, then you turn your head to see the clock say 6:47. Raiden also looks at your clock, to see it is almost 6:50. He is practically leaning on you, his chin rests itself on your shoulder as his arm wraps around your waist. "Yesterday, I was gonna ask you something, but uh we got… Very distracted." Raiden says, then looks away. He was embarrassed that you and him had some fun last night, you chuckle but then get more and more curious. "Oh? You were gonna ask me something yesterday, what is it?" You ask curiously, your naked body leans against his naked body. Raiden's brown eyes look at you again before bluntly saying what he wants to say.

"A date, a nice little date." Raiden says, your smile brightly lights up the room. "A date? Where do you think we should go?" You ask him, not necessarily rejecting and in fact being very welcoming to the idea of a nice date.

"Maybe at Madame Bo or a nice simple picnic in one of the gardens around here." Raiden moves away from your naked body and is grabbing his clothes off the floor. He gets to his pants before walking towards your closet. Raiden hides his nice toned abs with his shirt. 

"Why are you going inside my clo-" You get interrupted by a green shirt getting thrown at you, a nice light green shirt you even forgot you had. Along with a nice pair of flowing leggings that has blue spots near the waist and the ends of the leggings. "Oh… You have good clothing taste Raiden," you start to compliment him before saying more, "but can I get some underwear as well, my love?" You ask nicely, and Raiden compiles before looking confused. "Oh, right bottom drawer." You tell him bluntly where they are. Raiden finds them easily and gives you one of your laced ones. "How about a picnic at a garden near here, you pick the garden and I will get the stuff for it." Raiden says as he watches you with heart eyes as you get dressed. After you get fully dressed you think about the different gardens near here, then knows the right one. "Isn't there a garden near the bridge where the Sun Do festival is held?" You suggest as you go to Raiden, you start to hold his hand. Raiden's face shows he is in deep thought before nodding his head, a small beautiful smile runs through his face. "Perfect! I've always liked that garden anyways." You say, kissing his cheek. Raiden looks at you with those heart eyes of him that looks like a siren has him in a chokehold. "How about at noon?" Raiden asks you, playing with your hair. You nod yes, as you and him go to your door, you kiss his cheek and wave to him as he leaves.

Later, you put on a greenish-blue jacket and grab a blanket, a blanket with pink and orange flowers on it. You check the time and the time is 11:42,  you start to panic, quickly putting on some socks and shoes and run out the door.  It's 12:08 and you see Raiden, he was wearing a light purple robe and he looked nervous. "Sorry for being so late Raiden, I was procrastinating on what jacket to wear and what blanket to bring." You explain, Raiden smiles as he carries a basket filled with what smells like sweets and fruit, a bottle of what seems to be wine sticking out of the basket. You put down the blanket and Raiden puts down the basket and looks at you, and the way the noon sun glistens on your skin makes Raiden smile. "What did you bring?" You ask, as Raiden pulls out 2 plastic clear wine cups and the wine. "I stopped by our favorite dessert places and the local market for some sweets and fruit." Raiden says, pouring you and him the wine. Raiden grabs some strawberries and a small cherry cheesecake out of the basket. The date was sweet, like the food, and the way Raiden treated you like royalty made it sweeter.

[fangirls-fanfiction]

The Next Chapter is finally here! Sorry it’s taken so long, I literally could not think of a title and I procrastinated with posting it on here because I have to edit it all over again when I write it on tumblr 😅

Anyways, enjoy!

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Chapter 13

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♦️𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙺𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝙰 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝?♠️

The Devil blinked awake after one of the best sleeps she had had in a long time. Though in slightly different positions, both her and Queen Dice were still cuddling and hugging as they were the night before.

She never expected Dice to stay. She thought for sure that she'd leave halfway through the night. Even so, she was glad she stayed. Dice proved once again that she knew just what to do in a situation. She always knew what to do. That's what Lucifer loved about her. That and her smile. And those shimmering green eyes. She could stare into those eyes for hours and never get tired of them.

Shifting to a slightly more comfortable position, the Devil sat up so she could get a better look at Dice. Even sleeping, the woman looked perfect. Even with her face free of any makeup and her hair messy as all Hell, she was flawless. The Devil wanted to kiss every spot on that beautiful face of hers.

But not until she woke up, she needed Dice's permission.

Still sound asleep, Queen Dice snored softly, Old scratch still admiring the beautiful woman. It was still difficult for her to grasp how she managed to score such a gorgeous girlfriend like Queen Dice. One with a lot of wit and certainly one of the main reasons why her Casino was still up and running. It was the woman's idea after all.

Lying down once again, she tucked her head gently in the crook of Dice's neck, listening to her even breathing and slow heart beat. The serine sounds could have put her to sleep once more, had there not been a knock at the door.

The Devil sat up quickly, Queen Dice groggily sitting up as well. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, yawning, as she doesn't usually wake up so early.

"Boss? Are you awake? I brought you breakfast." Henchwoman called through the door, knocking again.

The purple imp knew the Devil's schedule all too well. Even when the demon woke up, to when she went to bed that night. It was almost impressive, definitely appreciated, and a little annoying.

"Boss?" Henchwoman asked again.

Panicking, the Devil looked to Dice, the woman still trying to wake up and function properly.

"Sorry, dear." The Devil whispered, throwing the covers over Dice.

The action surprised Dice, throwing her down. She said a few things, muffled by her groggy and hoarse voice from just waking up, and the covers.

"Shhh!" The Devil hissed before turning to the door. "Yes, come in, Henchwoman."

After the door creaked open, Henchwoman brought the Devil's breakfast to her along with her morning coffee. Henchwoman smiled thoughtfully upon seeing her Boss so excited for her breakfast. For Hellfire's sake, the demon was already digging into her pancakes before Henchwoman had sat the plate down on the bed. Setting her morning coffee on the nightstand, Henchwoman kept her warm smile as she waited further instructions.

Though the Devil seemed to be... Distracted. She ate her breakfast so fast, Henchwoman wasn't sure if the demon had even tasted it. She must've been very hungry, Henchwoman thought.

"Thank you, Henchwoman." Old Scratch finished off her breakfast, shooing Henchwoman away.

"Uhm... Boss? You don't want any updates on the souls in the underworld?"

"You can tell me later."

"Nothing about the Casino's success?"

"That too."

"You ain't even gonna ask me how I am...?" The volume of Henchwoman's voice went low, just enough for the Devil's sharp ears to catch it.

"How are you, Henchwoman?" The Devil smiled warmly, though the tone of her voice only seemed to be pacifying the purple imp.

"Fine..." Henchwoman mumbled, her gaze falling to the floor as her spirits dampened.

"Good! Great!" The Devil shooed her away again. "Why don't you go see if Stickler needs help with anything."

"Sure thing, Boss." Henchwoman forced the smallest smile in a lifetime and walked off, shutting the door behind her.

Once she was gone, Queen Dice sat up from under the covers and smacked the Devil on the back of her head.

"YOUCH!! What did I do?!" Lucifer rubbed the back of her head.

"That was for being rude and uncaring to Henchwoman." Queen Dice snapped before giving her girlfriend a kiss on the cheek. "And that's for keeping your secret." She smacked the Devil's face. "And that's for not saving any of your breakfast for me."

"Will you stop hitting me?" The Devil massaged her cheek where Dice smacked her.

"Sorry, Dee, but I had to teach you a lesson. Why're you so afraid of Henchwoman finding out anyway?" Dice crossed her arms.

"Because..." Devil sighed. "I... Appreciate... And... I care for Henchwoman... But the dear girl don't know how to keep her mouth shut. Especially around Stickler- And you and I both know that Stickler will tell everyone."

"You don't trust her?"

Those words stung. Of course Devil trusted Henchwoman. Hell, she'd been the only one there for the Devil most of her miserable existence. She'd done nothing but support her and try to keep the Devil happy, even at her worst. Sure, Devil may have been too hard on her at times when she'd screw up. Maybe she should give her another chance.

"Fine, I'll talk to her."

Queen Dice placed a hand at the side of the Devil's face, turning her head towards her. Without warning, she kissed the demon on the lips.

"And that's for agreeing with me."

♦️ ♦️ ♦️

Henchwoman sadly made her way back to the kitchen, but not before she heard hurried footsteps behind her. Turning around, she was surprised to see her Boss trying to catch up with her. She found it peculiar that Old Scratch didn't just use her trident. Though she didn't bring it up, as that would just make the Boss angry with her.

"Henchwoman," The Devil came to a stop, brushing her clothes off and fixing her hair. "First of all, I'm..." Her voice drifted off as she fumbled with her words.

"You're...?" Henchwoman creased her eyebrows.

"It's hard for me to say..." Something seemed to be stopping her from what she wanted to say. "I'm sorry."

"Ok..." Henchwoman decided it'd be best not to frustrate her Boss even more, even if a part of her wanted a wholehearted apology.

"And second of all... Can we go to my office? I'd like to speak in private, if you don't mind."

"D'uh... Sure."

After dropping off the food cart and heading upstairs to her office, Henchwoman was a little less than excited. Whenever the Boss wanted to talk to her in private, it was never a good sign. It usually meant either she or someone else was doing something wrong and the Devil wanted it fixed right away. The problem was, Henchwoman never knew what it was until her Boss noticed it and approached her about it. Getting scolded by the Devil was never an easy task. Though judging by her calm demeanor, this might not be as bad as Henchwoman would think. But she'd learn from years of experience to always be on your toes when dealing with the Devil and her rage.

Once getting to the Casino floor, the Devil lead the way to her office, not uttering a word until the door was clicked shut and locked.

"Now, Henchwoman, what I'm about to tell you does not leave this room. Understand?" Old Scratch said sternly.

"Ok."

"Swear to me that you won't tell anyone."

"I won't."

"SWEAR IT."

"Ok! Ok! I swear I won't tell nobody!"

"Good."

The Devil heaved in a long sigh, closing her eyes as she prepared for what she was about to say. All the while Henchwoman was dreading to hear what her Boss had to say, but was also curious and a bit concerned. Usually when the Devil wanted to speak with her alone, it was a complaint. And she was a lot more brash and short with Henchwoman. Now, she just seemed... Nervous about something.

"Henchwoman... This has been going on for a few days now... And I... I need to address it..."

Oh dear.

"I haven't told you because... Well, multiple reasons, but we'll get into that..."

Here it comes.

"But... Queen Dice and I... We... We're dating..."

Oh.

OH-

"You're... You're what?"

"Dating. Queen Dice and I are dating."

"O— Oh..." Henchwoman's gaze fell to the floor slowly as she seemed to wrap her head around the situation. "Ok... That’s… That’s great!…”

"Henchie? Are you ok?"

Henchwoman's purple eyes shot back up as she smiled widely nodding. It was a pained smile. One forced and agonizing. Though she said nothing more, only keeping the smile on for her Boss.

The Devil knew something was wrong, but she didn't quite know how to describe it. She hadn't the slightest clue why Henchwoman would need to force her smile. Perhaps ahead was angry; the Devil had promised that she would never fall for a mortal again. And once again she broke that promise.

Even if she wanted to, she couldn't just ask what was wrong with her companion. It didn't feel right, and even if she did, Henchwoman was so quick to please her that she'd lie on a whim. So she decided to pretend that she hadn't noticed;

"I'm sorry I hadn't told you before... We're trying to keep it a secret... Not that... That I don't trust you it's just..." Lucifer cleared her throat, averting her gaze.

"It's fine Boss, I understand." The imp answered.

"So... You won't mind keeping the secret?"

"Not at all."

"Fantastic! Thank you, Henchwoman!" The Devil sighed. "I'm so glad to get that off my chest... You may return to your duties now, Henchwoman." She waved her off soon enough.

"Right..." Henchwoman turned to go out the door, stopping short before she opened the door. "Hey... Boss?" She turned to face her.

"Henchwoman? Is something wrong?"

"No... No... I was just... Nevermind."

Henchwoman opened the door and quickly exited her Boss' office, clicking the door shut.

Sighing, the Devil turned to her unfinished and barely worked on pile of unsigned contracts. The pile only grew taller and taller every day, she really should get to working on them soon. Soon...

Very soon.

But not right now.

Standing from her seat, Lucifer headed out the door, off to the kitchen to get a morning coffee and see her girlfriend.

♠️ ♠️ ♠️

"Do you think they'll care if we sneak out to make some breakfast?" Cuphead asked, opening the door ajar and looking around to see if the coast was clear.

"I'm sure they won't, the Devil didn't seem to mind yesterday." Mugma'am stuck her head out above her sister's.

After checking to see if they were safe to go, the two of them went off to the kitchen down in Hell to get a quick bite to eat. After that, who knows what. There wasn't much to do in Hell; the deck of cards Dice had given them got boring really fast. Other than that, they didn't know what else to do with their time.

Almost arriving to the kitchen, they heard an extra set of footsteps, making them freeze in place. Though, they soon found it was just Henchwoman.

"Good morning, Henchwoman." Mugma'am offered a smile to the friwnung demon.

"Hey." Henchwoman only seemed to be able to muster so much as a little smile before her frown returned.

"Why're you so down?" Cuphead asked.

"It's... Nothin... Really it's nothin..." Nothing seemed to lift her spirits, she only continued on her way.

"It don't seem like nothin." Cuphead muttered to her sister, Mugma'am shrugging.

Upon coming to the kitchen, the two of them found the Devil and Queen Dice making coffee. Well, Dice was, the Devil was just talking. No doubt she didn't know how to work the coffee maker.

"I know it's a lot, but that's the price to pay for being a business woman." Dice continued their conversation. "But hey, at least you've got an awesome girlfriend to kiss afterwards."

"You're right, you are pretty cool." The Devil winked.

"I know." Queen Dice sat the Devil's '#1 Boss' mug next to her on the table as she walked off with her own. "I'm off to prepare the Casino for the day, I'll see you later." She winked to her Boss. "G'mornin girls." She walked past the sisters in the doorway.

"Morning." The Devil spoke to them as well, a little less enthusiastic than Queen Dice.

"Good Morning Mrs. Devil." Mugma'am sat at an adjacent chair to the demon.

"Hey Devil, is there anything fun to do here in the Underworld?" Cuphead asked.

"What do you mean? Is that deck of cards Dice gave you not good enough for you?"

"There's only so many things to do with a deck of cards before they get boring."

"Fair enough." The Devil sighed. "But unfortunately, unless you want to work, torture souls or go to business meetings; not really." She rolled her ember eyes. "I for one, however, have many hobbies; painting, singing, gambling, torturing, sleeping, collecting assortments of shiny objects— You know."

"Uggggh! Why is it so boring down here?!" Cuphead groaned, stitching down in a third chair.

"Hey! I'm not boring! I'll have you know painting is relaxing, but not boring!" The demon's eye caught the clock on the wall above the door. "Looks like that time again. Well, I need to get to my meeting and then do my duties in the underworld." She stood up with her coffee. "I'm summoning a Hellhound today." She winked.

"Woah, a Hellhound?! Can we come?!" Cuphead asked excitedly.

The Devil stared for a moment, actually seeming to give it some thought. Pursing her lips, she stared between the two girls, giving her their very best puppy eyes.

"No. I don't think so."

Cuphead groaned loudly again as the Devil went off to leave the room, her ear twitching as she heard Cuphead's protest.

"You can either find something to do, or I can assign you a job in my Casino." The Devil spoke sternly.

"Woah, really?! What kind of jobs?! Would we be scamming off rich people like Dice does?" Cuphead jumped in her seat.

"Well, you're both seventeen; not old enough to work behind the bar or work a card table. So...; Cleaning duty." The demon smirked.

Both of the girls grimaced and looked at one another as the Devil laughed loudly.

"That's what I thought." She walked back through the door. "Why don't you two go outside or something? It's not like you're prisoners or anything." She mumbled, shaking her head as she continued.

"Hey, she's right, y'know. Sure, we're staying in Hell, but we're not prisoners." Mugma'am said. "Why don't we just go out and do what we usually do?"

"I guess I just never thought of that... But yeah! We totally could!"

"Just stay clear of anyone who looks like they might be from the orphanage. Especially that lady that owns the orphanage."

"Right."

"Right."

[whateven333]

How would you have made bonkai canon?

Sorry it took me a while to see this, (even though I was super excited when I saw this -first ask I've gotten 💖 !!!) I was just super busy with Uni stuff, -then when I did see it, I ended up procrastinating for a good few days thinking about how to answer lmaooo, because I've seen how other people have come up with great ideas for this question already and then I felt too much pressure 😭.

Erm, but here I go anyway...🤸🏾‍♀️🥴😺😶‍🌫️

So, I would have them fuck in the prison world.

I know what you might be thinking -I took this long to come up with THIS.

And yes. Yes I did.

...

Okay but maybe also,

I would have definitely loved to see them spend longer in the prison world together.

Kai was shown to be a smart character...MOST of the time, and I think this may have just been another example of inconsistent/ sloppy writing on the show, -but, it never made sense to me how he gave up the ghost so quickly in terms of how he didn't seem to put much effort into stopping Damon and Bonnie from finding out about his sibling murdering stuff. Like, I would have thought, since he had been watching Bonnie and Damon, he had an understanding of how they might react if/ when they found out that information, so you would think maybe he'd try to put off them finding out for as long as possible ? I mean, how hard is it to trash a few newspapers ? But idk, maybe he was thinking -"why put off the inevitable" ??

BUT, had he managed to do so. It would have been an interesting way to make Bonnie less hostile to his advances, I think she definitely would have still been deeply mistrustful of him, considering he would still be..-well, the way he is, (he has that sly, mischievous, aura) and cocky attitude, -and we know Bonnie does not typically fall for that sort of schtick.

However, not knowing he murdered a handful of his siblings probably would have left her way more open to getting to know him- even if it was just out of curiosity, and if they had taken maybe a bit longer to find out how to get out of the prison world/ or maybe Bonnie’s powers hadn’t come back fully and she needed some more time to get back to full strength in order to be able to do the spell to get them out, then Bonnie would maybe have had more moments of prison world boredom (and probably enough irritating digs from Damon) to drive her to interact with Kai more. This could have been a gateway to get them to bond a little, show more moments of tension between the two of them, he would maybe insert himself in her sessions of trying to train her magic back to full strength under the guise of wanting to be helpful but just really in order to facilitate more possible touchy moments like the chest thing lmao, he could’ve shared some gemini spells with her, etc.

And so all of this could have led to what I jokingly (fine, half), said at the start -we could have all this lead up to a super charged moment that leads to them having sex in the prison world. Maybe Bonnie won’t find out about Kai’s past until they all make it back out to the real world, which would lead to a lot of inner turmoil for her (she was the only one of her friends who could say they hadn’t fallen into bed with a mass murderer, but not anymore). When Kai merges with Luke, due to him having had more time to bond with Bonnie, I’d imagine that his hyper-fixation and guilt about Bonnie would be way more intense.

And then…there should be more to this explanation, there’s probably weird gaps in here and maybe not all of what I’ve said even makes sense because I have to admit I’m writing this whilst super tired and it’s 2am and my brain is like starting to buffer and I think this is all I have for now.

But, I really hope this answer wasn’t complete trash anon 😭, (I have no experience with writing any fics of my own, though I am interested and have started dabbling, let's just say its been a little rough lmao -though I am having fun and will keep trying at it, so we'll see what happens, I guess.😭)

Thanks so much for the ask though 💖💖

[bakedbakermom]

sorry theres so many but i genuinely want tko know alllll your answers and it was too hard to pick! so for the ask game: 5, 18, 19, 40, 46, 58, 66, 85, 91 💜💙🩵

hoo-boy, wifey, this is quite a list! from this list.

5. have you ever made a playlist about something you were writing as an elaborate means to procrastinate when you could have been actually writing and if yes drop a link, son

this is actually not something i do. i find music really distracting most of the time when i'm trying to write, and crafting playlists (or mixed tapes, as we used to call them) is something i haven't done in a long time. maybe someday.

18. what is your most and least favorite part of writing?

my favorite part is when the rest of the world falls away and it's just and my characters, and i can type with my eyes closed because i am so deep in whatever is unfolding inside my head. least favorite is every moment that isn't happening lol.

19. what are some books or authors that influenced your style the most?

i read anything and everything. i am a book magpie. unfortunately this makes it REALLY hard to pick any individual author or work as an influence. it's like i've woven into my soul everything i've ever read and it just comes out wherever it wants. i will say that i love transcendentalist poetry and that sort of synesthesia of imagery tends to work its way into everything.

40. best piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten.

i posted "Enough" last year after more than 20 years away from fic. a few weeks ago i got a comment from someone (👀) saying they had come back and read it again and again over the course of the year. that one has stuck with me and i am seriously considering printing it out and putting it in my wallet.

also when i'm writing horrible angst and people are like "OMFG I HATE YOU THIS HURT SO MUCH. i love it, please hurt me again."

46. what time are you the most productive when it comes to writing?

afternoons. tummy full of lunch, caffeine at full effect, duties and responsibilities of the morning taken care of so my mind is free to wander and bloom. i also do most of my brain storming at night while reading in bed, like half my mind is occupied by the story i'm reading and the other half is picking through the brambles of whatever i'm trying to write. (i'm also usually a little stoned at this time, which helps.)

58. what is the last thing that a fic made you google when you were writing it?

whether a particular sex toy my characters were using actually existed. (it does not. i am sad.)

66. when have you felt the most confident in your writing?

absolutely never lol. i am a jumble of self-doubt and nerves at all times. which is why feedback is so damn important. nothing combats imposter syndrome like a friend taking your face in their hands and gazing into your eyes and saying, "you done good." i don't necessarily believe it, but it's nice to hear anyway.

85. what would be on a moodboard for your current wip(s)?

porn. artsy, black and white, slow and smokey PORN.

91. how has your writing style changed over the years?

i like to think i've gotten better at censoring myself less, become less afraid of really diving into the dark. i basically write smut and angst, both of which take me to places i used to be super uncomfortable exploring. sex and intense emotions? oh dear, no, i'm too irish-catholic for that. it's actually been really good for me to let go and truly understand that i can go to these places and bring back something worthwhile, without getting lost forever.

[shytastemakerthing]

can i have a romantic twst match up, im an esfj, pisces, i use any prns, im not smart nor am i physically well(as in athletic well) I’m more into arts such as literature, music, drawing, etc, im easy to get along with ambivert, has a lot of hobbies i can keep up with, i usually keep things to myself solely bc i dont wanna bother ppl that much, i rarely ask for help cause i want to feel independent, procrastinates a lot, average grades, i dont put effort on things that i deem as pointless only doing decently at it, im always seem to be on my imagination solely bc i have a lot of ideas in mind i just dont have any motivation to do any of em! and may or may develop some bad habits due to obsession! (i hope this is good enough!)

A/N: Thank you so much for your request, I hope that you like it! I'm sorry this took a little longer to get out, I've had recital practice for the last week and a half and tonight is opening night!😊😊

I match you with.......

Ruggie Bucchi

• Now, there are a number of reasons as to why I chose this beloved hyena man and I will try to touch base on most of then here so bare with me here😊.

• For starters, he wouldn't want you to keep anything to yourself, no matter what it was. Bottling things in and never trying to seek for help can only make things worse in the long run. Ruggie is so used to helping others and doing work (looking at you Leona), that he WILL want to help you any way that he can.

• That being said, if you truly do not wish to talk about it, he will not force you nor will he use his unique magic against you to tell him what is wrong. What he WILL do, is take you back to his room in Savanaclaw, and he dies have a habit of letting you wear his clothes, and he (if there is no work to be done), will lay down with you. If he does have to work, then he will still take tou there, but makes sure you have food and water, and anything else that may help before he leaves. He will be sending you messages throughout the day, though, just so you know he's thinking about you.

• For him to leave you in such a place as his room, shows that he trusts you a great amount, something that doesn't come easily to him. You're very important to him.

• He gets the feeling on being independent. After all, he had to learn from a very young age to take care of himself and then to take care of others. While you are fiercely independent, he makes it very well known that you can ALWAYS go to him if you need anything. He is there. Perhaps he will even bring you a meal so you don't have to travel where you are to get something. Another way he shows how much he loves you, he shares his food with you. If you know his background, you know just how important that is for him.

• He admires you talent and ability for art, especially your drawings. Though, the first thing on his mind was that you can easily do commissions and make some money from them. A lot of things his mind goes to is circled around money, again, with his background, it makes sense. But if you draw anything for this hyena, it's become his most prized possession and no amount of money can be given to him for it to be given up.

• Ruggie is an active boy. Between all the running around on his numerous jobs, back home, P.E, running errands for Leona. The boy has great cardio. Knowing your own athletic state, he at least tries to help you out. Nothing to severe, maybe going on a walk with him to Sam's shop. Something simple, easy, but still exercise. He greatly cares about your health.

• He is a great motivator! Yes, you may not want to write that paper, do that assignment, or any other task, but he is there with you through the whole thing. He is not above bribery either. Kinda like, if you can finish this assignment then I'll find a way to get you that art kit you really like, or, say you're working on a task, as soon as we are done, I promise that we can cuddle in bed for the rest of the day. We won't have to do anything at all. He just wants to see you do your best. He comes from a place where no one js really given that opportunity. He was lucky enough to make it to NRC. He's going to make sure both of you pass cone hell or high water.

• Gifts are not the most common with him, the man is on a tight budget, especially especially he sends things back to his hometown as well. Though, if he wss out and about and happened to see a book or any form of literature on a discounted price, he will spare a few madols and get it for you. Seeing the smile on your face makes it all worth it in the end.

• Overall, he is one of your biggest supporters. He wants to see you thrive and do your best while also embracing the hobbies that you have. The hyena is smitten with you regardless. He just wants to see you happy, and to him, just seeing your smile is payment enough for him.

[viciouslyfilthy]

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Send ⭐ for a sample of a new muse I am thinking of writing

'You've been staring at our wardrobe for a while, Jennifer..' the inner voice of the doctor commented.

Jennifer remained still, standing in front of the open wardrobe, as if hypnotized by it, and it's many, many contents; she was wearing the doctor's pajamas.

She felt like wearing something that reflected her self more today, however, she felt unsure, she wanted to try something different, that she didn't often wear- (and also, she, deep down, felt a little intimidated- to be free to express her genuine self. It's been rough trying to break out of this shell now that they both finally had freedom to do so)

"I'm not sure what I should wear..." her voice came out as a sheepish, soft whisper, as she replied to Richard.

'You can always put that white dress you often wear around the house, it is your favourite, isn't it?'

"But I always wear it! I feel like something else today, but what? There's so much to choose from..santo cielo" she mumbled as she moved some clothes out of the way to see what else was in their wardrobe.

'What about that, my dear?' Richard inquired, as Jennifer's gaze fell upon a warm, cream colored, layered dress.

"No way! We are not going out. Not today. I'm looking for..." she trailed off, moving apart clothes by clothes,

"Uh...oh! A-ha! Something like this!" She declared as she pulled out a pale blue tunic, complete with a matching cardigan of a darker shade of blue.

The doctor simply let out a soft 'mph', sounding as if he was lost in his own thoughts, and then everything just remained quiet within the headspace for a while. Long enough for Jennifer to change into her clothing of choice and then just, well, sit back on their bed- now procrastinating what to do next. So much to do around the large mansion they lived in, but where to start?

'What do I do now? What do we do? This is...' she asked within the headspace, hoping to get an answer from her companion as she trailed off.

Her gaze slowly fixated blankly in a random corner of the room, she felt like she needed to move, and yet, the body did not allow it. It couldn't. This was time-wasting already!

'I know, I know, this is strange for me as well. Very much so. This sensation...'

'Is it like having your hands tied for a long time, and now...you finally have them untied? Finally able to do what you want?'

'Precisely.'

In the headspace, the two were just kind of sitting awkwardly next to eachother in the mansion's attic. She looked over at her companion, the old doctor seemed to be just as unsure as she was.

Outside of the headspace, Jennifer had instinctively curled back up into bed, although she already had no recollection of doing so, she knew she did it. It felt exhausting to exist out here, sometimes. But it also felt useless for her to even be out if she was going to do nothing.

'If...this is a lot for you, then perhaps you should rest...' Richard's voice was comforting to hear again, even if his words did not seem to please her.

"But- I want to do something." She declared, in a stern whisper.

'We will, but perhaps not now, dear. We'll do things together, little by little, yes?'

"Maybe...yeah.. that- it sounds good enough."

'Very well.'

That sounded a little better, although she wished she were able to push through this feeling of a dead weight that never got off of her. It was always tiring to even try to push through, and when they both managed- they never seemed to really, genuinely, enjoy anything. Because they were too busy trying to live. Trying to keep things from breaking apart.

Being around Celeste was the hardest part for her. Jennifer never seemed to be able to work up the strenght to introduce herself to Richard's daughter, even if she sometimes could notice that she knew she was there, not her father. She had to play pretend, but sometimes she couldn't help but crack, hence why she sometimes mistakingly referred to Celeste with her own name-

Richard's daughter...the seemingly perfect life she has, that was supposed to have been her- she was supposed to have a life of her own, as she wanted it. She was supposed to have her own childhood. It wasn't meant to be Richard. It wasn't meant to be like this.

And that nun...she torments her-

"Jennifer." Richard's voice made her snap out of her drowning thoughts.

Oh. Now she was back inside here, and he had been brought out there. Why was it always so sudden?

'I'm sorry..'

The doctor quickly interrupted any other apology from being said, as there was nothing to be apologetic about.

Perhaps, they both should take the day with ease; it wasn't a good day to begin with, so... helping eachother out getting through it was their best option. Maybe it'd get better with time?

[fyodoro]

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇!

-> in a desperate attempt to convince your boyfriend you can watch a horror movie without getting scared, you end up proving his point

Cw’s ) none really, references to fear and gore (nothing graphic it’s just depicting a horror movie)

I’M BACK!!! And i am coming back with a fluffy nagi drabble for @nian-7 halloween/spooktober event! Did i procrastinate? Yes. But did i finish it?? Yes!! however this one is still a bit shorter than anything else I usually write due to life circumstances atm… but nonetheless I hope you enjoy!

“Are you scared?”

“N-No!”

Just as you finished denying your boyfriend’s accusation, another jump scare appeared on screen. While Nagi saw it coming from a mile away, it was all too sudden for you, causing yet another scream to rip through your throat.

“What happened to not being scared?” Nagi teased, although the monotone tone he always kept made him seem more serious than he actually was.

“That was just- AH!”

At some point in the evening, you had suggested binging a bunch of horror movies. Nagi shut that idea down at first, knowing it would end up like this- with you screaming from every little scare in the movie as he remains uninterested. However, you were persistent. With great logic such as “It’s October!” and “I won’t get scared this time, I swear!”, Nagi really didn’t have any other choice but to give in.

Of course, only one of those statements turned out to be false.

Truth be told, Nagi found the movie to be more funny than scary. It was clearly low budget, with not so great actors and poorly executed effects. Really, the makeup on the actors that are meant to be scary is really the only thing the movie has going for it.

But on your end, you couldn’t care less about any of the bad acting and stupid effects. As long as it looks scary, it is scary.

Hence why you’ve been screaming at a TV screen for the last 25 minutes.

“I think that’s enough for tonight… it’s almost 2am anyways.”

“Wait! I swear I can finish the rest without getting scared again!”

The snowy haired boy only deadpanned at your claim. If that was the first time you said that, he might have believed you. But since it was your 3rd time saying that tonight? Yeah, no. You were both better off going to bed at this point.

“You know you’re wrong, right?” He asked tiresomely.

Your brows furrowed for a moment, desperately wanting to prove Nagi wrong. But alas, this wouldn’t be the first time you were incapable of doing so.

“Yeah…”

“And you know you’re not gonna sleep if you finish the movie, right?”

“Alright, alright. I get it. Can we go to bed now?” Your shift in attitude compared to a few moments ago pulled a small chuckle out the tall male, something quite rare.

“Come on.” He said, helping you up off the couch as you kept the thick blanket wrapped around your frame. “Just promise me you won’t keep me up because you’re scared of something in that cheap movie coming to life…”

“Oh I’m not promising anything.” You said honestly.

Despite sparking you not to keep him up, the truth is Nagi wouldn’t mind staying up a bit longer as long as it was with you. He may complain in the morning when he’s even more tired, but he would never regret spending more time basking in your presence.

However, that’s only if you don’t spend the entire time blabbering in worry over something in a horror movie being real.

[lis-likes-fics]

Hey there I was wonder if I could have Carlisle x pregnant reader and he’s really possessive and protective of her and smutty please 😊

Author's Note: First of all, I am so sorry for my tardiness. This was requested like two months ago. Here it is now, again I'm sorry. I started writing it and took the longest time to keep coming to it. Procrastination is a bitch. Thank you so much and now enjoy reading this fluffy smut! ❤️

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Possessive, Protective, and Pregnant

Y/N smiled as she waved to her brother, Sam. She'd stopped by the reservation today to visit her pack before returning back to the Cullens place, a container full of Emily's amazing chocolate muffins in her bag, eager to dive in.

"Don't eat 'em all in one night! You might also wanna talk to Carlisle, don't keep it to yourself too long!" her sister-in-law called.

Y/N nodded as she rolled her eyes a little. "Alright, Emily. See you later. Bye, Sammy!" Her big brother waved at her as she drove away. She didn't really know why she was so eager to have the muffins. She didn't usually like sweets and things all too much, but she couldn't wait to eat one - so much so that she opened the container and grabbed one, eating it in her car on the way back to the house.

Stuffing the container back into her bag, she got out of the car after finishing her muffin and headed inside. She was greeted by Carlisle, who kissed her cheek happily. "How was your day with your brother?"

"It was fun, I enjoyed myself," she smiled sweetly.

"I'm glad." He paused for a moment, taking a couple breaths in before asking, "Is that…chocolate?"

She shrugged, "Uh, yeah. Emily made some." She slowly pulled the box out of her bag to show Carlisle. He eyed her with a confused look, "You hate chocolate."

She shrugged, looking away a little, "I mean, I don't mind chocolate."

"No," Carlisle chuckled, "You told me you absolutely hated chocolate."

"Well, uh, people change?" she offered. He smiled as he shook his head, his hand on her waist. He kissed her gently.

~

Y/N fidgeted with the top corner of the page in her book, bored to death as she had nothing to do. Carlisle was in his office, doing some late work. He'd thought she had already gone to sleep - she did announce that, after all.

But to be honest, she was too bored and too awake to sleep. She'd thought reading the book would help, but she sighed and gave up on it as she stood from the bed, stretching her limbs.

Maybe cuddling would help. Just as she was going to do just that with Carlisle, she decided against it. He was working, she didn't want to disturb him.

So instead she decided to get a midnight snack - or after midnight snack. It was almost one-thirty.

She stepped lightly as she made her way to the garage, opening and closing the door quietly to not make noise. She didn't want to alert Carlisle. Living with vampires made her excellent at sneaking.

She pulled the box slowly out of the closet, keeping the noise low. She opened the lid to the box and smiled at her secret stash of sweets. She had no idea why she had it, but she wanted sweets.

She pulled out a chocolate bar, breaking off a piece and popping it in her mouth. She smiled as she sat there, savoring the sweet treat.

She was there for a while, divulging herself in her sweets. She didn't overindulge, but she didn't quite enjoy herself.

When Carlisle finished work for tonight in his office, he headed to the bedroom to see Y/N. When she wasn't in the bed, his brows furrowed and he started searching the house for her. She wasn't in the living room, or the kitchen. He checked the bathrooms that were unnecessary before she came but she wasn't in.

When he reached the garage, he opened the door and froze at the door with a confused look. "Y/N?" he asked.

She froze and slowly turned to look up at him, a hand held up to her mouth holding a cookie. She took a bite from the cookie and nervously said, "Hello, Carlisle… What's up?"

He blinked a couple of times, walking over to her, "What on Earth are you doing?"

She shrugged, dusting her hands off, "Uh…midnight snack?"

"You hate sweets," he accused again, "Why do you have a whole box of them?"

She sighed, "I dunno, I just want sweets."

Carlisle looked her over, taking the pack of cookies she began reaching for. She'd already eaten an entire sleeve. He set the box to the side, "Are you alright?"

Y/N chewed her bottom lip, trying to formulate the sentence she'd been so scared to admit. She tried to reach for her cookies, but he held them out of reach. "You'll get sick," he scolded, "Tell me what's wrong."

She sighed heavily before deciding just to blurt it out. Just rip it off like a band-aid.

"I'm pregnant."

Carlisle froze, and Y/N winced. She waited anxiously for him to react, to do something. Carlisle smiled and she calmed. Then he chuckled lightly and shook his head, "No, you're not. It's not possible."

A weight fell over her before she sighed, "I am. I'm a werewolf, so I can have kids, and well… maybe that's enough. Plus, I took a test three times. I didn't know how to tell you, I didn't want…"

Carlisle's smile had fallen. When she trailed off, he laid a hand on her cheek, "You didn't want what?"

"I didn't want you to leave me," she muttered, looking away.

He frowned deeply, cupping her face with both her hands now so she would look at him. She searched his eyes as he gazed into hers. "Y/N," he spoke softly, "I could never leave you. And you can tell me anything. You shouldn't have to be afraid. I love you, and I want the best for you. I'll never leave you."

She smiled and asked, "And…what about the baby?"

His smile grew again and her heart felt light. He told her, "Well, I've got to start thinking about names."

She chuckled as she hugged him tightly. She was elated by the fact that he was accepting her.

~

The next couple of weeks was spent with heavy preparation for the child. At first, everyone was concerned because the baby would be half vampire. Surely that had to be dangerous for Y/N, right?

But the child was also part werewolf and Y/N wasn't human. She was stronger than a human, she could handle a vampire baby.

The news was quick - too quick even - to spread across the town. The Cullens were having a baby.

They got lucky too - the baby grew close to the same pace as a normal one would. No one would be concerned about how quickly Y/N's belly would grow, Carlisle predicted six months. It was early, yes, but it was long enough that no one would question it.

Only two months in and Y/N realize just exactly what it meant to be Carlisle's mate. She knew he was protective, yes, but it truly surprised her just how protective he could get over her.

Especially when it was just some kid.

They were out getting groceries for the house when some punk kid walked past them. He saw her belly through her shirt and chuckled slightly, "Heh, that's a big one."

He was given no escape as Carlisle grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him over without hurting him. He let go of him and the kid looked between the two of them.

"Was that appropriate?" Carlisle asked as he looked down at the kid, the disappointed dad look written all over his face.

Y/N tried not to laugh.

"She's pregnant, not 'big'. Even if she was, that isn't something you need to be saying about anyone, regardless of the circumstance. I want you to apologize."

The look Carlisle gave intensified and she could have sworn the kid shuddered. He turned his gaze to her and spoke, occasionally glancing back at Carlisle, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. I won't do it again, I swear."

She nodded, "Thank you. Go on before he continues his lecture."

The kid swiftly thanked her and left. She smiled up at Carlisle, shaking her head, "You know I'm a werewolf right?"

"Of course, dear."

"And that I know how to take insults and remarks?"

"Yes, but that doesn't mean you should have to," he kissed her forehead and they continued walking.

She laughed lightly as she kept walking with him. He told her gently, "I'll always protect you. Even if it is from punk kids calling you 'big'."

Y/N shook her head as she laughed, hand tight in his hold as she walked with him. He looked down at her, a smile on his face as he watched her. She looked up at him, "What?"

He shrugged, "You're glowing." She chuckled again.

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Dr. Cullen taglist: @folkeverandalways

[aquaticrunner]

Modern Academic Rivals to Lovers | Edmund x Reader

Request by @generalblizzarddreamer : Hey love! I don't know if you're inspired to write Narnia right now but could I have academic rivals to lovers with Edmund Pevensie? Maybe Edmund could be a law student and the reader is a journalism major? Thanks so much if you do it! | Word count: 2.9K

A/N: I did not mean for this to come out so long but I loved the idea and just kinda ran with it. I hope you like it! I had a lot of fun writing it. I’m so sorry it took so long but I’m finally out of school so I’m catching up on all my requests.

I stood up from the small desk I was sitting at in the university library and stretched my arms up above my head. I’d been sitting at this desk for at least two hours and still felt like I hadn’t made much progress on my project. I decided to go searching for some more sources and scanned the section closest to me. A book title on the top shelf caught my eye and I reached my hand up to grab it. Just as my fingers brushed the spine of the book, another hand reached over and swiped it. “Hey!” I shouted, immediately cringing at the loudness of my voice in the quiet library. I looked over at the thief who had taken my book. The guy seemed familiar like maybe we’d had a few classes together. He had dark, curly hair that had grown past his ears and an easy smile that probably made most people melt. 

“Hey yourself.” He said, chuckling as he started to walk away. I bit the side of my cheek in frustration and made the impulsive decision to follow him. “Excuse me, but I need that book.”

He stopped walking and smirked at me. Despite how attractive this boy was, it infuriated me. “Well, so do I.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “I saw it first and there’s only one copy.”

He raised his eyebrows slightly. “You saw it first? What is this, primary school?”

“Seriously? Just give me the book.”

I could see the smile in his eyes as he just looked at me and said, “No.” Then he turned around and walked away again.

I decided not to follow him this time and walked back to my desk, fuming the whole way there. He was the most arrogant and obnoxious guy I’d ever met and I didn’t even know his name. I tried to focus on my project again but gave up after about 30 minutes. I packed up my stuff and walked back to my dorm. When I made it back, I checked the time on my phone. It was only 8:15. Too early to go to sleep. I scrolled through the contacts on my phone until I saw my best friend’s name. I pressed the call button and put the phone to my ear. She answered after the first ring and asked what was up. “Do you wanna go out?”

I woke up the next morning with a slight headache and my mouth dry. I picked up the water bottle that I keep beside my bed but it was empty. I sighed and stood up. I ventured into my small kitchen area and filled up the bottle in the sink. As I drank the water, my mind drifted back to last night. My friend, Valerie, and I had gone to a small club and stayed out till about midnight. I had pretty much gotten over my encounter with that guy at the library. I looked at the clock at the wall and cursed when I realized that it was almost 7:30. I only had 15 minutes to get ready for my morning class. I threw on some jeans and a t-shirt and brushed my teeth. I rushed out the door, barely checking to see if I had the right notebook. I walked as fast as I could to the humanities building and breathed a sigh of relief when I made it with 3 minutes to spare. I took a seat in the front row where I always did and smiled at the boy that always sits next to me. I opened my backpack and grabbed my notebook, thankful that it was the right one. I opened the notebook to a blank page and sat a pencil next to it. I was waiting for the professor to walk in when someone else caught my eye. It was the boy from the library! So we do have a class together, I thought. I waited for him to see me but his eyes stayed focused on his path and he sat down in the middle row. I turned my head quickly in case he saw me looking at him. 

The professor walked in a minute later and I tried to refocus my mind on what he was teaching. This class was already boring to me. I knew that research and writing were important, but this class felt almost too basic. As the professor talked my mind drifted to the boy sitting behind me. I wondered if he had noticed me yet, if he was as bored as I was, or if he was paying attention and didn’t notice me at all. 

“Does anyone know the answer?” I was snapped out of my thoughts when the professor addressed the class and averted my eyes, hoping he wouldn’t call on me. “Anyone at all?”

“A research question is focused, complex, and arguable.” My eyes widened when I realized it was the boy from last night.

“Yes that is correct, Mr… ?”

“Pevensie, sir. Edmund Pevensie.”

The professor nodded and went back to lecturing. My eyes stayed glued to the boy, Edmund. His eyes snapped to mine and heat immediately rushed to my cheeks and I turned back to my notebook. Now he’s going to think I’m obsessed with him.

When the professor dismissed class after what felt like forever, I threw my stuff in my bag and rushed out of my seat. I made it out the door and thought I was clear and my path was blocked. “Excuse me.” I said, trying to get past.

“Avoiding someone?” His voice burned into my soul and I jumped back.

“No. I just have somewhere to be.” My eyes drifted up his chest as I leaned up to meet his eyes.

The corner of his mouth ticked up and he narrowed his eyes at me. “Right. I’m Edmund by the way. Figured I should introduce myself after you called me a thief.”

I rolled my eyes. “You are a thief. And I heard your name. Everyone in class did.”

This time, he smiled completely. “So…?”

I looked at him, unsure of what he was wanting. “So what?”

He stared at me blankly as if he was trying to figure out if I really didn’t know or if I was messing with him. “Your name?”

“Oh. It’s Y/N.” I don’t know why it surprised me that he wanted my name. Was he trying to be friends or something?

“Well, it was nice to meet you Y/N.” And with that he turned and walked away. Why is he always doing that?

I rolled my eyes as he left and walked back to my dorm, throwing my bag down in the living room. My roommate, Elle, walked out and raised her eyebrows at me. “Someone’s in a foul mood.”

“I am not!” I shouted defensively. She just looked at me and my shoulders sagged in defeat. “Fine. I met this guy and he’s a total jerk.”

Her eyes lit up immediately. “You met a guy?”

“Seriously? That was not the important part of that sentence.”

She laughed. “Well I can’t remember the last time you said the words “met a guy.”” She said, using air quotes around my words. 

I sighed and walked into my room, looking over my schedule for the day. I had one more class and a club meeting later that day. 

“Hey would you wanna grab lunch before my next class?” I asked her, walking back into the living room.

She shrugged, “Sure. I have nothing better to do.”

We ate in the campus cafeteria and I went to my corporate communication class. Now I was on my way to one of the meeting rooms on campus for a debate club meeting. It was my first time joining a club and I was definitely nervous. 

I walked up the stairs of the building and into the room that was on the announcement. A tall girl greeted me at the door with a large smile. “Hi! Are you here to join the debate team?” Her enthusiasm was almost scary but I smiled back and nodded as she handed me an instruction packet. “Great! Feel free to sit anywhere.” I thanked her and took a seat near the middle. Normally I liked to sit in the front but I was a little too nervous tonight.

I looked around for anyone I might know and noticed a familiar boy with dark, curly hair. You have to be kidding me. Ever since our interaction at the library Edmund seemed to be everywhere I was.

He was busy talking to a group of kids at the back of the room. He caught my eye and waved at me with a smirk on his face. I clenched my jaw and turned back around, facing the front of the room.

The girl who greeted me when I walked in had now moved to stand behind a small podium. She cleared her throat to catch everyone’s attention and I sat up a little straighter in my chair. She spent the next hour describing what the debate club was like, our meeting schedule, and how often we attend competitions. “Now there is a sign-up sheet being passed around. Please write your name and phone number on the sheet.” She handed the clipboard with the sheet on it to the boy on my left and he handed it to me when he was done. I wrote what she instructed and passed it to my right, not paying attention to who was beside me. Once everyone was done she announced that the meeting was over and we would receive a message for our next meeting time. I sighed and stood following the small crowd out the door.

“Hey Y/N!” I looked to see who was calling my name and of course it was Edmund. 

I kept walking, pretending I hadn’t heard him, but he caught up to me almost immediately. “Hey, I didn’t know you were interested in debate.”

I shrugged, “Well you don’t really know that much about me at all.”

He put his hand over his heart in mock hurt. “Ouch. You wound me.”

I smiled condescendingly. “I try.”

“You don’t like me, do you?” He asked.

“I don’t have any feelings toward you.” I said in response.

“Riiight. Is this about the book?” 

I sighed. “No. I don’t care about some stupid book. Look, it's late and I have to go. Bye.”

I walked away from him and headed back to my dorm for the night, trying to concentrate on my project. 

The rest of the week went by quickly with limited interactions between Edmund and me. Finally, it was Friday and I was ready to take a break. However, before I did that I needed to buckle down and finish the project that I had been procrastinating. I packed my stuff up and drove to the library. I spent hours there and by the time I finished, it was dark outside. I packed my stuff up and stopped by the vending machine on my way out. I reached the doors and pushed, but was surprised when they didn’t open. I pushed again and started to get nervous when they still didn’t open. Maybe there’s another exit. I walked away from the doors and searched the perimeter of the library looking for another set of doors. When I didn’t find any, I walked to the center of the library where the help desk was located. “Hello?” I said, hoping someone would answer me.

I heard a voice from behind me, “Please don’t tell me we’re locked in here.” I cringed, knowing who it was going to be before I even turned around.

I slowly turned to face him. “It’s starting to look that way.”

“Do you have your phone?” He asked me.

“No. I leave it in my car when I’m studying. Don’t you have one?” I asked, crossing my arms defensively.

He waved it in front of me, looking annoyed. “It’s dead.”

I wanted to bang my head against a wall. “Great,” I said sarcastically. 

“Maybe we can use the library phone?” He suggested and I nodded, walking around to the other side of the desk.

I picked it up and attempted to dial a number. Instead of hearing the phone ringing, all I heard was constant beeping. I groaned when I read the inscription at the bottom of the phone. 

Edmund leaned over. “What is it?”

“This phone only connects to other phones in the building. No one else is going to be here at this hour.”

“Well, guess we better make ourselves comfortable.” He took a seat on one of the couches and propped his feet up on a nearby table.

I took a deep breath and sat down in a chair across from the couch. 

He stared at me from across the table and I shifted in my seat uncomfortably. “Why are you looking at me?” I finally asked.

He shrugged. “I’m trying to figure out why you don’t like me.”

“By staring at me?”

Edmund laughed and I felt the tension in my shoulders ease just a bit.

“So are you going to tell me or not?” He asked me.

I bit my lip nervously. This is going to be a long night. “I never said I didn’t like you.”

“So you’re acting like this because you do like me.”

“No!”

“So you’re rude to everyone?”

“I am not rude! I don’t dislike you. I just have no interest in talking to you.” I finally said.

“Why not? I’m hilarious.” 

I snorted in response. “I doubt that.”

“You’re judging me based on one interaction. That hardly seems fair.” He said. I looked away, not wanting to admit that he might be right.

“Well it was one rude interaction. First impressions matter.” I said in my defense.

“Okay, well I’m sorry I took the book you wanted. I needed it for a project.”

“So did I.”

He laughed, but it sounded dry. “Whatever.”

I bit my lip, guilt starting to settle in my stomach. Maybe I had judged him too harshly.

“I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have judged you so fast. Maybe we could be friends?” I asked.

He half-smiled and I felt slightly relieved. “We can be friends.”

I smiled at him for what felt like the first time and he smiled back.

“Let’s play twenty questions.” He said, sitting up suddenly.

“What?”

“Twenty questions. I ask you a question and then you ask me one.” 

I curled my hair around my finger nervously. “I don’t know…”

“Come on, it’ll be fun. You can ask me first.”

I sighed, knowing there was nothing else to do anyway. “Fine. What’s your major?”

Edmund laughed. “Okay, starting off easy. I’m pre-law. What’s yours?”

“Journalism.” He nodded, and I sat for a moment, thinking of my next question. “What’s your family like?”

Edmund smiled and his fondness for them was written clearly all over his face. “I have two sisters and a brother. Lucy and I are the youngest and then Susan and Peter. We’re all really close. I don’t get to see them as often as I like but we text all the time.”

I smiled, surprised at such a genuine response. He cleared his throat and then asked his next question. “What’s your favorite food?”

I laughed and tried to think of a genuine answer. “Pizza. Yours?”

Edmund thought for a moment. “I love anything sweet. Why are you majoring in journalism?”

“Well… I’d like to have an impact on the world. I like discovering the truth and telling real stories. Why do you want to be a lawyer?”

“To defend those who can’t defend themselves, obviously.” He said, jokingly.

I laughed again and thought of my next question. Edmund and I spent the rest of the night talking and laughing. I had seriously misjudged him. He was actually very pleasant to be around. Eventually, we fell asleep and when the librarian woke us up the next morning I was embarrassed to find that Edmund and I had moved together in our sleep. The librarian apologized profusely for not checking before she locked up and then Edmund and I were on our way out of the library.

He walked me to my car and I grabbed his arm before he turned to leave. “Thank you.”

He looked at me curiously. “For what?”

“For making last night a little better. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I’d been locked in by myself.” In a moment of bravery, I leaned forward and hugged him.

Edmund hugged back and I could feel the warmth radiating off of him and his heart beating in his chest.

I leaned back slowly and Edmund kept his arms around me.

“Y/N…”

“Yes?”

“Can I kiss you?” He asked.

I nodded and Edmund leaned forward, immediately capturing my lips with his. The kiss was passionate and I could’ve sworn I saw literal sparks. I wasn’t sure how long it lasted but I was sure it wasn’t long enough. He leaned his forehead against mine and I smiled at the closeness.

“Do you want to go out tonight?” He asked me.

“I would love to.”

He kissed me on the cheek then began to walk back to his car. 

“Hey Edmund!” I called. He turned back to face me. “Thanks for stealing my book.” A smile broke out on his gorgeous face and I couldn’t help but smile back. “Anytime.”

[jonnnysuh]

Dating Jinyoung would include:

A/N:Just based off my observations/perception of him. This is more fun than romantic !! This one was so easy to write bc I feel like me and Jinyoung are similar. Anyways hope u enjoy !

Series Masterlist

Having the most unpopular opinion in the world but he agrees with it 

Backing each other up during stupid group debates 

Being each other’s biggest clowns 

King of “waeeee” like shut the fuck up you know the answer

Bruh the judging faces go OFF

Not being affectionate bc that shit’s gross 

But his love language is in his actions, what he’ll do for you 

It takes a lot to provoke an “I love you” but when he says it he means it. You just kinda have to work for it 

Your parents will like him immediately 

“He’s so polite” but little do your parents know that u are constantly fighting for your life with the roasting

“Can you help me” ”no learn by yourself”

Both hating the same people 

The way his hatred is explained makes it soooo funny and easy to hate the other person too

Dramatic ass stories 

Trying to understand people even when they hurt you 

Big bitch with big heart energy 

“Who hurt you? Imma beat them up”

He acts grossed out when you fawn over him but secretly likes it

will not ask for help even when he’s literally dying

wanting to make a good impression on everyone but also not caring at all

He’ll pull out the chair for you and wait for you to say thank you before settling down in his own chair

fanning you when it’s hot

Just a gentleman,, will always hold the door for you, offer his coat when it’s cold, hold his hand out when you leave a car, etc

text reminders like: Don’t forget to take your medicine before bed! OR Drink water !!

He always knows the right thing to say

pinching his butt and running away

before y'all even get together he is the KING of teasing

he’s a goodass listener

He will always mention how much he believes in you when you doubt yourself

Shaking his head when he catches you doing something you’re not supposed to 

sometimes replying “I know” when you say “You’re so cute”

covering your laughs omfg

Knowing the most embarrassing shit about each other and using it against each other

He always thinks ahead so he’ll buy something for you that you didn’t know you needed but you do

Hates procrastination

Will rant to Jaebeom/Jackson about how annoying you are but will talk about your accomplishments too

“Why are you watching that Kdrama? Watch mine”

Disgusted face contests

Do y’all even like each other???

He’s such a good liar it’s scary

going out for errands and being domestic is so much fun,,, he’ll push around the cart while you fill it up weeeee

cooking home cooked meals together

comfortable silence,,, like you can be sitting in the same room doing two different tasks 

y’all just need one shared look to confirm whether you fuck with something 

 a lot of disagreements 

pinches your cheeks when you’re being cute 

secretly fixes things for you 

king of building ikea furniture and staring at it for a while like “yes I really made that chair i am amazing” 

sometimes unsure whether he’s being sarcastic or actually joking 

Will intimidate anyone who gives u a bad time

Gentle kisses. He likes to lead

He sprinkles surprise gifts here and there…. SURPRISE DINNERS

if you facetime him at night he will pick up but he won’t be happy about it. You’ll just see his face in the dark like 😠 “this better be good”

will not admit when you’re being funny but he will do the cute little thing where he hides his laugh behind his hand 

when you’re not looking he looks at you like you’re the best thing in the world

he is SOOOOO proud of you whenever you achieve something like he’ll remind you all the time “remember when you did __?” 

backrubs when you’ve had a long day 

he will offer the last bite of his meal, his last bit of anything to you because he thinks of you first

when you do something embarrassing he’ll look away and pretend he doesn’t know you

Your biggest hypeman now and forever

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Not Your Classic Vigilante [Ch. 6]

Alternate Dimension AU

TW: Language, Mentions of Death, Descriptions of Violence, Scar Mention, Mentions of Suicide/Suicidal Thoughts, Implied Sexual Assault, Mentions of Dismemberment

CW: OC Use, See the OC Guide [Here]

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Batfamily x Batsis!Reader

(6/?) [Previous] | [Next]

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YN Pronouns: Female (She/Her)

Word Count: 3.2K

Notes: Sorry for the radio silence! I've got quite a lot of things going on in my personal life rn so I'm like looking for moments to properly write here, haha, but regardless I hope you enjoy!

Not Your Classic Vigilante: @gabytodd​ @peachydoki @marshmallow12435​ @escapenightmare​

Disclaimer: This series is originally by @fandom-meanderer who is a close friend of mine, but she has since fallen out of her Tumblr days and asked me to finish a few series for her, hence why I am now in ownership of the Not Your Classic Vigilante series, I hope I can still live up to her writing as I rewrite this series! (I promise not to change too much, hehe)

19 March 2018

“Hey, (Y/N)?” Tim knocked on your door quietly. You looked up from your laptop and stretched your arms over your head. You had a research paper due in a few hours and, to say the least, procrastination was the bane of your existence. Tim often did this when you were home, he found excuses and ways to spend time with you while you were here. This manifested in forms as simple as just studying together and in forms as complex as tabletop games and always, always, you said ‘yes,’ or at the very least rescheduled for later in the evening. You could tell that you were someone that he looked up to, you were something of an older sister to him. He tends to take your words to heart quite often, and that responsibility was a bit terrifying to you. You wondered what it was that he idolized so much in you.

“What’s up, Tim? You can come in if you want,” you said towards the door. Tim opened it slowly and had a smile on his face.

“I just came home and figured I’d say hi, you’re not here as often as you used to,” he says. “Mind if I do some work with you?”

“Go ahead, I appreciate the company,” you turned back to your laptop and you heard Tim sit on your bed.

“What are you working on?”

“Research paper on the declining bird population around Gotham,” you hummed and took a sip of your coffee. You turned around and offered him the cup. “Want some? You look like a dead man.”

“Sure, I’ll drink a bit,” Tim reached over and drank some, placing the mug beside him on the floor. “Do you mind if I ask you a few questions? I want to get another opinion on this.”

“Is it mission stuff?” You asked with a light tone.

“Yeah, actually.”

“Ah, so you need a civilian’s opinion.”

“Oh, come on, you’re more than just a civilian,” Tim says. “But, uh… would you say the complete destruction of a city block is devastating in the grand scope of saving the city?” You turned around in your chair, face completely straight.

“Yes.”

“Well, yeah! Of course, but like Superman was saying something about an alien invasion or something and they’re projected to land somewhere near Metropolis so they were weighing out the pros and cons on the situation.”

“Aliens? Again?”

“It’s kind of hypothetical right now, but they’re keeping an eye on it.”

“Well, yes, I would say the complete destruction of a city block is devastating. First of all, civilian lives, and second of all it could greatly disrupt the traffic during any evacuations. Not to mention, I highly doubt that many insurance plans cover alien invasions, or at least not many affordable ones do.

“Hmm, yeah, that’s true,” Tim says. He crosses his legs and sighs. “Can I ask you one more thing?”

“Shoot,” you turned back around and continued to type.

“Do you… do you ever regret choosing to not be a vigilante?” You turned back at him, taken aback by the sudden change in subject.

“Nope, not at all,” you pressed your lips together and shook your head slightly.

“That response was… faster, than I expected.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty set on not doing what you guys do,” you reached back and made a grabbing motion. Tim placed your mug in your hand and you placed it back on the coaster on your desk.

“I see…” Tim whispers. He opens his laptop and continues typing at his own work. “Can I ask why?”

“Well, you guys need someone to keep you in touch with what the general public thinks, right? Imagine, imagine if you didn’t ask me right now whether it was moral to destroy an entire block of civilians?” You turned around to face him again. “Tim, you have to understand, especially with all-powerful aliens like Mr. Kent or literal demigods like Ms. Prince, it’s very easy for people to become afraid of your actions. And, like, I get it, Tim. You’re not usually up there making the big decisions, you just listen and follow orders, but, Tim, it’s so scary for us and for me to hear you guys talk like that. Hell, I get being unafraid of death, but sometimes I feel like you guys welcome it. I swear, you’re all going to go insane at one point,” you fell silent. Tim was listening to every word.

“You all operate on this playing field that’s just not the same as people who aren’t in the hero business. Normal laws don’t even apply to you all. Tim, I like not being in this business because it helps me keep you all from getting these insane Hero Complexes. There are a lot of “heroes” I’ve seen who have become rather selfish, they work in their own regards and they forget that the whole reason why they chose to be heroes is to protect the people who can’t protect themselves,” you take a deep breath and shake your head. “Sorry, sorry about that. I haven’t really been sleeping well, so I’m a little tired.”

“No, no, it’s fine, I see where you’re coming from, (Y/N). Thank you, I never really thought of it like that,” he says. “It’s all kind of Machiavellian, isn’t it? The ends justify the means, support the greater good… it’s a lot of responsibility.”

“And another reason why I love being the token normal family member,” you chuckled and turned back around. “Now, Tim, as much as I love our conversations, I have about two more hours to finish this, so I’m going to call a quick break and then we can have our existential crises, sounds good?”

“Sounds great!”

~

27 July 2022

You placed the picture of Tim down on the table again when you heard someone open the front door and walk in. You didn’t recognize him, but it looked like he knew this house as well as it’s inhabitants.

“Uh… hello,” you spoke up. He looks over at you.

“Hi, uh, are you waiting for anyone?”

“Yes. Four, in fact.”

“Oh, cool,” he says. “Uh… I’m Duke.”

“(Y/N).”

“Nice,” Duke nods. “Uh… I’m going to uh…”

“You can go to the bat cave, I know it’s there. Do you want me to open it for you?”

“No, no, that’s fine,” Duke presses his lips together.

“You… are you a Robin?” You asked. You could tell from his build alone, plus, not just anyone just walks into the manor.

“I… uh… well…”

“You can tell me later, go do your business first and, when you see them, tell them that I’m hungry,”

“Okay, yeah, cool, I can do that,” Duke nods and opens the bat cave. You watched him descend the staircase and you sat on the couch, closing your eyes. A nap would do you well.

~

Meanwhile, the four boys stood in a circle with Alfred hanging behind them. Alfred had just explained what he had observed, that she seemed clueless, that she didn’t know what was going on or why people were looking at her strangely. Jason had thrown in some of his own observations with Roy. Your case was a perplexing one, and they were having trouble piecing together the facts given the circumstances of your original death.

“So she doesn’t remember dying, at all,” Dick restated. Alfred nods.

“She believes that it had only been two months.”

“She told me that she woke up in a surgical room,” Jason huffs. “And that two guys got her out, then she ran into me. On a roof top.”

“What?”

“Well I’m assuming the guys that were shooting at her were trying to get her back in the lab,” Jason shrugs.

“Did you see those two people who got her out?”

“Nope, nothing, she was by herself,” Jason shakes his head. “Shit, she really doesn’t know what’s going on, huh?”

“No, but that’s a lesser worry compared to the obvious one. How are we going to break it to her?” Dick furrows his eyebrows and paces around slowly. There’s no way they could just tell you flat out what happened, it was traumatizing enough for them to hear it on the news, imagine what would happen to you should they explain it in detail.

“You’re all overthinking this, we just have to tell her,” Damian points out and sits on the edge of one of the tables. He believes that they shouldn’t hide it from you, that they owe you the truth at the very least.

“Wait, tell who what?” Duke inquires. He walks into the cave after and looks amongst the group of concerned boys. Alfred nods his head slightly.

“Welcome home, Master Duke.”

“Hey, Alfred. Oh, and who’s the chick upstairs? She’s cute.”

“Our sister,” Jason glared. Duke went pale.

“You mean, that sister? Oh, duh, she said her name was (Y/N), why didn’t I put those two together?” He asks. “Wait… wait… is she the one? The one that was, you know, dismembered,” he whispered the final word.

“Don’t remind me,” Dick sighs and rubs the side of his face. Duke frowns.

“Sorry, sorry, she just didn’t look very, um, separated,” he continues.

“I suggest you stop talking, Thomas,” Damian crosses his arms. “But, you bring up a good point. I noticed the scarring around those areas. It could be possible that someone dug up the body but the grave itself is highly secured.”

“Are you telling me that someone Frankensteined (Y/N)?” Tim looked horrified. “But to have the body still be in relatively good condition… the person must have dug up the body less than a week after burial.”

“Oh, fuck,” Dick gags and covers his eyes with his hand. “That’s horrible. That’s so fucking messed up. I go to that grave, have I been talking to an empty casket this whole time? Fucking hell…” Dick shakes his head.

“We should explain to her what happened,” Damian says again.

“You already said that,” Tim says.

“I guess we really don’t have a choice, and we can’t wait for Bruce either, I think that he would be the last person (Y/N) would want to see.”

“Yeah, yeah, right,” Dick nods his head. “Let’s go break it to her.”

“Uh… what should I do?” Duke asks.

“You’re about to go on rounds, right? Just do that, we’ll deal with (Y/N) so don’t worry about it,” Tim says.

“Right, yeah, I can do that,” Duke opens the case with his suit. “She says she’s hungry, by the way.”

“Yeah, she would be,” Jason rolls his eyes. “Alright, we can do this.”

You stood by the mantle in silent thought. Your hands brushed over the dark wood and came to a stop by a picture of yourself, a little more than seven years ago based on the regrettably rainbow braces and the giant framed glasses. You picked it up delicately, your mind drifting back to those simpler times. However, just as quickly, your mind switched to the drastic times.

It hasn’t been easy, after the incident.

You had woken up in a world unfamiliar to you, the grassy plains, the clear blue skies, and the reflective waters just seemed too perfect. Too different. Different from the barren wastelands, the smoggy atmosphere, and the murky waters. Different from home. You weren’t used to it, the way that you could just breathe so easily and the way that you could just stare into the waters and see a pristine reflection of yourself. You thought you were in heaven, to be perfectly honest, until you heard the sounds of a car drive up behind you and a couple looking at you with a mix of fear and worry.

And to be frank, it all just terrified you.

You remembered it clearly. Your hands moved up to your shoulders to rub them gently, then to your thighs, your chest, and finally your neck. You were all in one piece. But your clothing, your attire, it was a harsh reminder of what had happened to you, what had killed you. No wonder those two people were so scared looking at you, you looked horrifying. You remembered thinking that you were going crazy. Something was wrong, something had to be up. Was it the Scarecrow’s doing? Were you hallucinating?

Turns out, the new land you had woken up in was in was very much real. Just as real as the scars around your neck and body, just as real as your still beating heart, and just as real as the events that transpired before. Every now and then, your would feel a ghost pain of the terrors you had experienced before you second chance. You would rub the scars gently and curse yourself for thinking of the long past incident.

You reflected on what you’ve done since then. Some of the stories were true, you did ascend the ranks and you did so quickly but naught without cost. There were many a time you’d nearly given up. There were times you wanted to go home but, ultimately, you reminded yourself that that life was gone. You had a chance to be a whole new person now and, you wondered, why didn’t you just get a job? Stay with the nice family and work at their bakery? What prompted you to pick up the saber and rise to Captain? And how? How did you do it with the pains and the suffering you went through, all started by one person.

The person you used to adore, and now the person you loathed. He ruined your life, you wasted so much time on a lost cause of a goal, and that made you bitter. It made you cruel, you learned that you could truly only rely on yourself and a select handful of others. And you despised how it made you feel, you wanted to throw out all aspects of your old life, you didn’t want it to weigh you down anymore. You wanted to stay dead to them, because that’s what you were. Maybe it was just the closure you looked for, the closure of hearing your father say that he was sorry or the closure that was apologizing to your family because, maybe, maybe you weren’t as candid and as truthful to them as you should’ve been. Maybe you should’ve been more empathetic to what they did for a living, or more understanding.

But still, you had those days. Those days when all you wished was to stay in bed and cry as the pains and the images overwhelmed you. You never could truly forget the feeling of hands grabbing at her from all sides, the agonizing pain of the knife dragging across your appendages, or the brutality of forced desires. Who could? For the longest time you couldn’t do so much as look at something sharp, you couldn’t hold a rope, and you couldn’t bare closing your eyes with someone you didn’t know in the room with you. To call it traumatic is merely an understatement, you were, for a lack of a better term, broken. And it took you forever to grow from it. Even now, you’re still missing a few pieces, a few pieces that may have been left behind here or somewhere else in your new world. And you were learning.

However, you still had to ask yourself where were they?

Gotham’s protectors?

Not there.

And because of that, you finished her transition into Captain Wayne. That much was clear. You kept justifying their actions to yourself but there was a part of you that was destroyed, there was a part of you that felt like that love and care you gave to them wasn’t fully reciprocated. And you tried so hard to hate them, at one point, you wanted to loathe and forget them, but you just couldn’t. All of those wonderful memories with them, how could you throw them away? You were happy with them, and you were happy for them.

You placed the picture frame back on the mantle as your brothers returned to the main room. You put on a smile and turned to them.

“Done excluding me?” You teased.

“You died,” Jason blurted. Damian shot him a ‘What the hell?’ face while Dick’s jaw drops. Tim whistles awkwardly and Alfred sighs loudly. But you fought back a laugh.

“That’s exactly what we weren’t supposed to do, Jason,” Dick frowns.

“Okay, okay, let’s breathe a little,” Tim says.

“I… I what…? I died? What do you mean?” You stood up and walked towards them slowly. “I don’t remember that. Shouldn’t I remember something like dying? Jason did. Why don’t I? Wait, what does that mean? Am I still human? Am I evil? This is too much.”

“No, no, just stay calm, (Y/N),” Dick reassures. He walks over to you and rests his hands on your shoulders. He always did that when either of you were freaking out, but you wondered if he did it for their sake or for his.

“How’d I die? Where’s your proof?” Your voice shook as your eyes began to tear up. You were a little proud of this one. Dick looked back at Jason, who just shook his head gently.

“I really don’t think you want to know, little wing,” Dick frowns. Your expression tensed slightly at your old nickname. You hadn’t heard it in forever, of course, and the feelings of endearment behind them were both awkward and welcome. It made you feel at home, and you always felt comfortable with him, at least.

“And I really think I deserve to know, Richard,” You stood taller and looked up at your older brother. You pulled out the real name card for this one, you wanted to know “Well?”

Oh, but they didn’t have to tell her.

You remembered all too well. But Alex would be very disappointed in you if you skinned you brothers alive now, so best not do that.

“Just like always, I don’t know why I bother,” you shook your head. “I’m going home.”

“(Y/N) wait!” Dick steps in front of you.

“What now?”

“Well… since you died… well your house isn’t your house anymore. It’s best that you stay here with us.” He looks her in the eye and you felt your heart break. Dick was always the more empathetic ones of them all, and he has never lied to you. You could tell if he did. But just as fast as it broke, it hardened once again.

“Oh, alright then,” you mumbled. There’s no helping that and no doubt if you left now they would just follow you around thinking that you wouldn’t know. “Is my room still the same?”

“We didn’t have the heart to clean it out,” Alfred said behind her. You nodded slightly and walked up the stairs.

“Thanks, guys, I’m just going to think about it a little more, okay? Learning that I died is just… It’s a lot, you know. I’ll talk to you all later,” you looked back one more time and continued on your path.

‘Bravo,’ Alex’s voice rang in your head.

‘Shut up, this is fucking painful,’ you grimaced as you reached the second floor. ‘Just do what you need to do and I’ll grab the files from my dad’s computer.’

‘Naturally, just try not to lose your cool.’

‘Yeah, yeah.’

[lostinthewiind]

I don’t know if you write for them as well, but could I request a poly fic for Reki, Langa and the reader and maybe them explaining them explaining their relationship to Langas and/or Rekis mom after being caught cuddling together? Thank you in advance and sorry, if you don’t write for them.

Polyamorous Relationship w/ Reki & Langa: Three's a Crowd

A/N: my first request for Reki and Langa! I'm so excited because I love those boys with my whole heart; they deserve the world! So excited to write this!

Rating: PG13

Warnings: use of the term "slut", complex teenage relationships/sexuality discussed

Flopping over onto your back on the bed, you stretched your arms and legs out and let out a loud yawn. You, Reki, and Langa had been working on homework ever since the three of you had arrived at Langa's house after school and you were starting to get mentally exhausted. 

"I'm done!" you exclaimed, shutting your eyes and exhaling.

Peeking at you from where he was lying on the floor, Reki cocked a brow at you. "You finished all of it?"

"No." You shook your head. "I'm just done. My brain hurts. If I do any more I think I might die."

"Good enough for me!" Reki closed his textbook as well and stopped doing his homework too.

Sighing from his spot at his desk, Langa turned in his desk chair to face the two of you. "We have to have this done for tomorrow. You do know that, right?"

"Yes, obviously." You rolled your eyes. "I'm going to do the rest later. I just need a break."

"Exactly. Break time!" Reki stood up from the floor and promptly fell down on top of you on Langa's bed, crushing you and pushing the air out of your lungs in the process. "I'll finish later too."

Langa scoffed. "Y/N I believe . . . but Reki, we all know you'll forget about it tonight and end up scrambling to finish as the teacher goes around collecting it tomorrow morning."

"He does have a point," you wheezed out, trying your hardest to push Reki off of your stomach.

Reki frowned and stuck his bottom lip out dramatically. "You guys are so mean to me." He adjusted himself on top of you so his face was hovering right above yours. "I expected this from Langa, but you, Y/N? I thought you loved me."

You forced out a laugh as you cupped his face with your hands. "I do love you, but that doesn't mean you don't have faults, Reki. I love you despite your faults, and one of your faults is procrastination."

He furrowed his brows, his face scrunching up in thought. "I can't tell if that was a compliment or not."

"The gist was that you're loved," Langa muttered as he continued working away at the homework one question at a time, trying his best to ignore the two of you.

Reki's eyes lit up at that. "Well, good!" He smiled as he cupped your face with his hands in return and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

Immediately, your cheeks turned red and you averted his gaze. Things between the three of you were still relatively new and you were still working out how a relationship with three people worked, exactly. The fact that neither one of you had ever really had a serious relationship before only made things more complicated.

Noticing your reaction, Reki brushed the pads of his thumbs over your cheeks. "Sorry," he apologized. "I should have asked before I kissed you."

"No, it's okay," you assured him, a soft smile on your face as you did so. "I'm just not used to it yet, especially since our relationship isn't exactly . . . normal."

"I know." Reki hugged you tight and buried his face in your neck, pressing a soft kiss to the skin there. "Did you tell your parents yet?"

You shook your head as your heart began to pound nervously. "No. Did you?"

"Not yet," he mumbled into your neck. "Every time I try to, one of my siblings is around and I abort mission."

Craning your neck, you looked over at Langa. "Did you tell your mom yet, Langa?"

Only half-listening to the conversation, Langa perked at his name but tilted his head quizzically at the inquiry. "Did I tell my mom what?"

"About us," Reki clarified. "The three of us being together."

"Oh." He seemed to grow nervous about the topic as well. "Not yet. Soon."

Finally rolling off of you, Reki laid on his back and pulled you into his side, his arm wrapped around you and your head resting on his chest. "If only we were adults and didn't have to worry about the approval of our parents."

"Yeah," Langa agreed, thoroughly distracted from his homework now, his mind running a mile a minute while he thought about the current predicament. The three of you had to be careful when you went over to each others' houses, trying your best to convince everyone that you were just close friends and nothing more.

Cuddling and kissing were usually reserved for late nights when the sun went down, the lights were turned off, and the three of you hid behind the excuse of watching a movie together. Funnily enough, watching a movie together and cuddling had been how the three of you had discovered your feelings for one another.

"Speaking of that, you two should be careful." Langa gestured to the way you and Reki were holding each other on his bed. "What if my mom walks in?"

"Yeah, you're right," Reki sighed. "I just feel like we never get to be together how we want . . . we're worried about what our parents will think at home and worried about what everyone else will think at school. Nevermind the fact that Langa and I are gay, or, bisexual I guess . . . but polyamory? We'd never hear the end of it."

You exhaled slowly, cuddling closer to Reki. "They'd probably call me a slut for having two boyfriends."

Standing from his chair, Langa walked over to the bed and laid down with you and Reki, forgetting about all of his usual paranoid worries for the time being. "You're not a slut," he told you, wrapping his arms around you as well. "And who cares what anyone else thinks anyway, right? As long as we're happy and we're not hurting anyone else, that's all that matters."

Relishing in the feeling of having your two favourite people on either side of you, you started feeling the stress fade away and your body relax from its usual tense state. "I wish we could stay like this forever."

Before either Reki or Langa had the chance to respond, the bedroom door suddenly swung open and Langa's mom poked her head into the room. "Langa, are you friends staying for dinner or-" She stopped talking as soon as she saw the three of you tangled up in one another on the bed.

Immediately, the three of you jumped away from each other, the stress that had just left filling your body once more. Completely caught off guard since Langa's mom usually knocked first before opening the door, neither one of you knew how to explain away what she had just seen.

"M-mom!" Langa was standing on the opposite side of the room now while you and Reki stood on either side of the bed. "Why didn't you knock?"

Langa's mom eyed the three of you, quickly noticing the flushed faces and obvious nerves radiating off of you. Even if she hadn't thought anything of what she had seen at first, she definitely suspected something now with how the three of you were acting.

"I apologize," she said, pushing the door open all the way and standing in the doorway. "Langa, dear, do you have something you want to tell me?"

Fiddling nervously with his fingers, Langa turned to look at you and Reki, trying to gauge your reactions and decide whether he should tell the truth or try to pull off some sort of lie; but both you and Reki were completely useless as you stared down at the floor and shifted anxiously.

"Langa?" His mom prompted once more.

Finally meeting his mother's gaze, Langa drew in a deep breath. "Can you promise not to be mad?"

Langa's mother quirked a brow quizzically. "You're starting to worry me, honey. Just tell me what's got you so flustered."

"Well . . . u-um," Langa stumbled over his words, completely unsure how he was supposed to just come out and say it. "Well, Mom . . . Reki, Y/N, and I aren't . . . aren't just friends."

Langa's mother folded her arms over her chest and took a minute to process what she had just heard. "I'm sorry, I don't think I understand what you're trying to tell me."

Deciding to rescue Langa from having to ride solo on this, you stepped over to him and took his hand in yours. "Mrs. Hasegawa, Langa and I are dating," you told her.

"Oh, I see." Langa's mom's face flashed with understanding, but then she looked over at Reki, no doubt wondering how he fit into all of this.

"And I'm dating Y/N." Reki stood on the other side of you.

Langa nodded. "And I'm also dating Reki."

The understanding that had once been visible on Langa's mom's face had completely vanished after the three of you had elaborated. "S-so . . ." She paused as she tried to fit all the pieces together in her head. "So the three of you are all dating each other? Is that right?"

"Y-yes," Langa confirmed. "We know people will think it's weird but it's just what makes us happy and I just . . . just please don't be mad."

"Mad?" Langa's mother seemed offended at the insinuation that she could ever be mad at her son for, for lack of a better term, coming out to her more or less. "Oh, dear, I could never be mad at you for who you love."

Before either of you had the chance to process how well that conversation had just gone, Langa's mother was striding over to the three of you and pulling you all into a hug. "All that matters is that you're happy and healthy," she told Langa before looking to you and Reki. "And the same goes for the two of you. I don't know what your parents have said about this, but just remember that being happy and healthy is all that matters."

"Y-you're really okay with this?" Happy tears began to well in Langa's eyes. It was clear that he was overjoyed and shocked that his mother had been so accepting so easily.

Placing her hands on her son's face, Langa's mother smiled at him. "Of course, I am. Is it a little confusing for me? Sure. Do I know much about being in a polyamorous relationship? No. But if the three of you have discovered that this is what makes you happy, as I'm sure you have since you're all old enough to make your own decisions and know what's best for you, then I'm happy as well."

"Thank you!" Langa hugged his mom tightly, silent sobs escaping him as all the worry he had been carrying around for weeks dissipated and he was flooded with relief.

"I'll always love you, no matter what," Langa's mom told him as she glanced at you and Reki, who were starting to tear up as well. "Do your parents know as well?"

You and Reki shook your heads. "No, not yet," you said in unison.

"Well, I hope they are understanding," she told you. "And just know that the three of you are always welcome here."

"Thank you, Mrs. Hasegawa." Reki wrapped his arms around you and held you tight as you cried as well. "Really, thank you so much. We were all scared that everyone would think we were weird or gross."

"People are often scared of things that they think are different," Langa's mom explained to the three of you. "But that doesn't mean there is anything wrong with being different. I won't lie and say that everyone will be understanding, but the world is changing . . . don't assume the worst from people just yet; they might surprise you."

With that, Langa let go of his mother and engulfed you and Reki in a hug. Finally, the three of you had safe space where you could be together and not worry about judgmental people looking in on your relationship. 

Overjoyed and unable to control his excitement, Reki planted kisses on both you and Langa—marking the first time either of you had dared show affection in front of someone outside of the relationship.

Hopefully, the first of many. 

[daddyjackfrost]

Just a ✨suggestion✨ you know how Kuroo is like the master of provocation and he motivates people by getting under his skin? (The way he did with Tsukki)

I feel like he’d do that with his s/o too! However, not everyone responds well to that (I know I wouldn’t💀) so like I can see him going about his normal way and his s/o bottling it up until one day they couldn’t take it, and when he finds out Kuroo is DEVESTATED like wow he pushed his own s/o to their limits :(

jansjs yes. just yes.

Kuroo would definitely 100% to this, but not with the intentions to hurt you. it’s just his nature yk? he’s always been able to pick people apart until he can press their buttons just the way he wants.

i think it would start slowly. you wouldn’t actually realize Kuroo was provoking you until you stared thinking about his words late at night. Until you started watching yourself around him a bit more, afraid he’d say something that had you silently fuming in anger or self hatred.

—————

it was thursday night, and you were so angry you had put off all your work till the last minute. You had a giant writing assignment due tomorrow morning, and you hadn’t even begun.

Kuroo was out with Bokuto and as much as you wanted your boyfriend to cuddle you and pester you with love, a small part of you was glad he was away.

Last night, you had asked Kuroo for some help with chemistry, and usually, he would be ecstatic to be able to help you, but not last night.

“Kuroo, can you help me with this?”

Kuroo pushed himself off the sofa, walking up behind you to lean over your shoulder. His hazel eyes skimmed the questions you we’re having difficulty with and he let out a small teasing laugh.

“Oh come on, y/n. You study so hard and want to do all these big things and yet you can’t solve these problems?”

You wiped your sweaty hands on your leggings. You were already struggling and having Kuroo demeaning you was not helping.

You sighed and threw him a small smile. “You’re right. I’ll do it on my own.”

Kuroo just nodded and patted your head. “See? You can do anything you put your mind too.”

You just let out a small laugh, not believing him for a second.

You hear the door open and you grip your glass of water tighter. You wanted to talk to Kuroo. You needed to tell him you didn’t appreciate his provoking ways, and that if he wanted to motivate you, he should find better ways. It wasn’t healthy for you to actually be anxious when he was around, but recently, Kuroo had been a bit more demeaning and a bit more scheming.

“Y/n~” came Kuroo’s voice. “I’m home.”

“In here!”

After a couple seconds, Kuroo walked into your living room. His eyes landed on figure, sitting on the sofa with your laptops on your thighs.

“What’re you doing, babe?”

You groaned and tilted your head back to rest of the sofa. “I’ve been trying to write for the past two hours.”

Kuroo frowned and moved closer to you. “Why did you put this off till last minute, y/n?”

You closed your eyes and muttered a few profanities under your breath. “I don’t know, tetso.”

You prayed Kuroo would just smile at you, maybe tell you that it would be okay. That you would finish it and that he believed in you.

But no, that’s not Kuroo.

Because Kuroo’s never been one to gently motivate, or to praise. Unless it was in bed, but even then, it was rare.

Kuroo tsked, and your eyes shot open. You knew a jab from Kuroo was coming, and you hated it.

“You always do this, y/n. You always procrastinate and then complain. Don’t you want to be better? Do you really want y/f/n to exceed you?”

Tears sprung to your eyes. You knew he was right, he was always right, but you didn’t want to hear that. You didn’t want to hear about how terrible you are with time management, and how you always procrastinate.

You wanted to be angry at Kuroo, hell, you were angry at Kuroo, but the logical part of you always made it difficult. You had been friends with Kuroo since you were younger. You knew of his nature, of her personality, but it’s like the small wall Kuroo had made to not hurt you had broken. You knew it wasn’t intentional, but that didn’t hurt any less.

You abruptly stood up, slamming your laptop closed.

Kuroo’s eyes widened and he took a small step back.

“Kitten?”

You shook your head. “I’m gonna go finish this upstairs. There’s some leftovers in the fridge if you’re hungry.” And with that, you walked away.

Hours later, when Kuroo made his way to your shared bedroom, he hoped you were done and awake. He had barely seen you today and he wanted to sleep with you in his arms.

Kuroo was smug. He was glad he was able to motivate you and get you working on your assignment.

Pushing the door open, Kuroo’s eyes landed on your slouched figure against the bed. Your laptop was shut and your eyes were tightly closed.

Kuroo felt his eyes soften. He loved seeing you asleep, it was the only time you were truly ever at peace. Except, when Kuroo walked closer to you, ready to lay you down properly, he noticed the tightness of your eyes, and the small frown on your lips.

Kuroo just brushed it away.

It’s just stress, he thought.

When you woke up, you were greeted with Kuroo’s sleeping figure. His black hair was swept across the pillow and his eyes were shut. You could feel his arm wrapped around you and you smiled.

You let yourself enjoy a few more moments, but then you slipped out of bed and started your morning routine. You were going to talk to Kuroo today. You didn’t know how much longer you could withstand his harsh words.

Kuroo found you in the kitchen. Your back to him as you flipped some pancakes.

You slightly jumped when you felt strong arms wrap around your waist.

“Morning, love.” Kuroo’s husky morning voice greeted you.

You squeezed his hand. “Morning.”

“You finish your paper last night?”

You nodded, flipping the pancake. “Yeah.”

Kuroo kissed the back of your head. “See? I knew you could do it.”

You mumbled a small yeah, and pushed Kuroo away from you. “Set the table, Tetso.”

Kuroo nodded and picked up two plates from the cupboard. He grabbed two knifes and forks and put them on the table. You brought the plate of pancakes and sat down.

You both began to quietly eat. Kuroo didn’t think much of the silence. He knew you weren’t really a morning person and didn’t appreciate a lot of talking so early in the morning.

You, however, were a nervous mess. Throughout your shower and up until Kuroo had hugged you, you were thinking of ways to bring up the issue.

You put down your fork and knife, clearing your throat.

Kuroo looked up at you, his mouth full of pancake.

A small smile made its way to your face. He looked so cute like this, with his cheeks all puffed out.

“I-uh,” your palms began to sweat and you wiped them on your sweatpants.

“Y/n?”

You slightly shook your head, trying to shake off the nervousness. This was Kuroo, you thought. Your boyfriend of four years. You shouldn’t be nervous.

“I wanted to—uh— talk to you about something.”

Kuroo nodded, and put down his fork and knife. All of his attention was on you.

When you didn’t speak right away, Kuroo’s lips lifted into a teasing smirk. “Cat got your tongue?”

Turns out this was the one time you were glad he had provoked you.

You slammed your hands on the table, causing Kuroo to instantly drop his smirk.

“That!” You yelled, pointing at him. “That needs to stop!”

Kuroo’s eyes widened in confusion. “...what?”

All the dismissal and all the logic had left your brain. You were angry at Kuroo, and the fact that he chose to poke fun at you while you wanted to talk to him made you all the more angerier.

“You always do this Tetsoru! I’m sick of you constantly trying to provoke me! It hurts! I know you mean well, but your words hurt me, and i’m sick of it!”

Kuroo’s eyes widen in surprise. When he fully processes your words, his lips tug into a frown and a whirlpool of emotions start rising in him.

Kuroo noticed your flushed cheeks, the few tears that had gathered in your eyes, and his heart broke.

He did that.

He hurt you.

He’s been hurting you.

“I know you do this to everyone, but I’m not everyone! You’re not on the court anymore! You don’t need to be sly or calculating with me.”

Every word of yours pierced his heart.

Kuroo knew he had a tendency to just try and get under everyone’s skin. It became a habit. However, Kuroo didn’t know he was hurting you.

“I love you Kuroo, but please, please take my feelings into consideration. Times when I need your reassurance or praise, you just end up hurting me.”

A couple angry tears had escaped your eyes, falling down your cheek. You felt so relieved to get all of this off your chest.

When your eyes met Kuroo’s, your eyes widened. There were tears in his eyes. His eyes were wide, and his hands were shaking.

You quickly slid off your chair and walked to Kuroo’s side, sitting on the edge of the table.

Kuroo’s heart hurt. He couldn’t believe he had hurt you like this. You were the one person he never wanted to hurt. You were the one person who Kuroo loved more than anything, and the realization that he had hurt you, killed him.

Kuroo lifted his head and his teary eyes met yours.

“I am so sorry, y/n.”

Your lips slightly parted in surprise. Kuroo had never been this open and vulnerable with you.

“I—” Kuroo let out a small breath.

“I never wanted to hurt you. I am so sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t think about your feelings. Please, y/n, please forgive me.”

Kuroo’s lips trembled.

You felt your heart squeeze in your chest. You were glad that Kuroo realized his words had hurt you, but you didn’t want to see him hurt.

“I promise I’ll be better. I promise I’ll work on it.”

You nodded softly at him. “I know, Tetso.”

You pried Kuroo’s arms apart and slid onto his lap. Your legs were on either side of him. Kuroo didn’t dare touch you. His arms were limp beside him.

You brought your hands to his cheeks, slowly brushing his cheekbones.

“Please don’t leave me,” Kuroo mumbled.

You tilted your head closer to his face, softly kissing his lips.

“I’m not leaving you, not over this.”

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PLS WHAT IS THIS

anyways, i hope you like it! I wrote this during accounting so 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

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Heeeyyyyyy! I was the one who asked for the cat passing comfort with Seijoh Karasuno and Kamomedai pls!

Hi~~~ Pls let me know if you want me to try and write more for any of these (like Karasuno's isn't as long as the others bc I found it so hard to write)!!! Sigh, I've never cried while writing something before but,, I did sob while writing these LMFAO so they might be bad and poorly edited,,, senior pet owner tingz :PPPP Anyway~ (also it was my first time writing with Kamomedai so... I hope they are in character...)

WC- 3k

Kamomedai

“(Y/N), I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.” Hirugami quietly starts, slowly opening the classroom door in a calming manner. “I heard everything,” The middle blocker nearly cringes but ultimately contains his composure, how the hell is he supposed to lighten the situation. “I’m really sorry. Are you okay?”

One look into your tearful expression and frazzled state tells Hirugami everything, of course, you’re not okay.

“It’s alright, Hirugami, really.” You offer him a wobbly smile, one that does you more harm than good as a sob crawls its way up your throat. Quickly, you try to wipe a tear off of your cheek before swallowing tightly and trying again. “You should get to practice.”

Hirugami wants to desperately run his hand through his hair and express his frustrations but, he remains calm for you and for the situation. Why can’t you just express your feelings with him?

“Hirugami! (Y/N)! We have practice, let’s go!” Hoshiumi’s voice rings throughout the classroom, abruptly stopping when he notices your tearful expression. “Oh no. Hirugami how could you reject (Y/N)!” Hoshiumi complains, groaning out loud, at the confession scene and his friend’s lack of taste.

“It’s not that, that’s not what’s happening here.” Hirugami tries to explain, gesturing generously with his hands in order to keep his ace at bay.

“I’m just dealing with something personal.” You quietly whisper and finally gather your things off of your desk.

“(Y/N),” Hirugami attempts to stop you, placing his arm out in front of you so that you can’t get past the door.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” You nearly choke, your flustered state getting the best of you. You feel like you might melt to the floor any second now, you’re so overwhelmed and your teammates are not making it any easier. “Please let me go to practice.”

Hirugami hesitantly lifts his arm up, watching you as you flee from the classroom and out into the hallway. It’s so silent and tense in the room, he all but sighs.

“I got it mixed up, didn’t I?” Hoshiumi asks, lightly scratching his head as he closes his eyes in thought. “(Y/N) rejected you, didn’t they?”

“No, it was not a confession scene.” Hirugami clarifies as he grabs his bag and walks out into the hallway, after you.

“What was it then?” Hoshiumi can’t help but get nosy, he’s curious and might explode if he doesn’t find out what exactly happened.

“I don’t really think it is my place to tell you. I’m not even supposed to know.” This time, Hirugami sighs loudly and his eyebrows furrow in worry. He’s not even sure why he is so distraught over this, if it’s because of you or the situation you’re in. “Apparently, their cat has to be put down.” His voice is so quiet, it’s almost a whisper. Not even Hoshiumi has anything to say right away.

“That’s really upsetting, (Y/N) always talks about that old hag.” Hoshiumi somberly stares ahead of him, his worry growing just as quickly as his teammates. “They don’t want to talk about it?”

“I guess not.” Hirugami frowns and stubbornly acknowledges your will.

“Then we just have to be there for them! Give (Y/N) support like they give us!” Hoshiumi lightly taps his cheeks, bracing his game face. “Subtly show support while acting as normal as possible.”

Hirugami wants to sigh, that’s easier said than done.

“Come on, let’s go out to eat!” Hoshiumi announces as he steps in front of your path the minute practice is over, he crosses his arms over his chest to ensure that you don’t get away from him.

“I’m not really in the mood,” You sigh and shift the strap of your bag higher up on your shoulder. “you and Hirugami go.”

“(Y/N), we need you to babysit,” Suwa calls from the supply closet, busying himself with a mindless task. As a second-year it was only natural for Suwa to put you in charge of the other second years, specifically the most animated ones.

“I’m tired!"

“If those two get in trouble then it’s on you,”

“Fine, fine. Where are we going?” You bitterly blink back tears of frustration that have welled up in your eyes and try to remain calm, in reality, all you want to do is go home and sleep. The mere thought of your warm bed waiting for you is enough to have you sniffling in irritation. At your question, Hoshiumi gives you a supportive pat on the back as his head tilts up in thought.

“Let’s just go to a convenience store!”

“And have a picnic?” You ask sarcastically but Hoshiumi’s eyes light up, the idea clearly resonates with him.

“Yes! Let’s go! Let’s go!” The shorter second year grabs his close friend by the arm and pulls the three of you close together. “Hirugami, let’s go!”

The walk to the convenience store isn’t long, if anything, Hoshiumi fills up the silence with endless chatter. Rants rest on his lips as he recalls events from earlier in the day, he’s all too consumed with his words to even notice you and Hirugami trailing a few paces behind him.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Hirugami asks lowly, dipping his head to ensure that you can hear him. “Talk to me, (Y/N).”

“I’m fine,” You quietly murmur back, biting down on your tongue and hoping that if you say the lie enough that you’ll start to believe it.

“I know that you aren’t,” Hirugami continues to push, his head tilts back as he stares up at the night sky and not at the frustrated look on your face.

“What do you want me to say, Hirugami?” You finally snap, your anger boiling beneath the surface, your voice is loud enough that it even catches Hoshiumi’s attention.

“What?”

“I have to lose someone special to me, important to me? That I’ll never see again? Do you really think that I am okay? What kind of stupid question is that?!” You spit, voice raising in octaves as your nerve ends begin to fry.

“(Y/N),” Hoshiumi tries to gently rest his hand over yours but you snap your wrist away before he gets the chance.

“No, I am not okay, Hirugami. Stop pushing me about it.” Your water eyes do nothing to help your case and you bitterly try to push them away with the heel of your palm.

“Don’t forget that we are here for you!” Hoshiumi declares, his voice holding that same serious tone that you only hear during matches. “Just tell us. We want to be here for you.”

His words only make your defenses crack even further and when Hirugami opens his arms, you just about lose it. When one of your closest friends offers a hug, who are you to deny it? Even Hirugami hums in thought.

“We’ll always be with you, (Y/N). Don’t go quiet on us.”

Karasuno

“(Y/N),” Sugawara quietly gasps as he enters the gym early one morning. The last thing the setter expected to see was you, bawling your eyes out, just as the sun was beginning to rise. “what’s wrong?”

You push your tears away with your palms before finally looking up to meet your friend’s worried gaze, his doe eyes only making you feel more anxious.

“Nothing, I mean,” You suck in a harsh breath and try to keep the tears at bay, but to no avail. “my cat has to be put down.”

Sugawara can only watch with an aching heart as you curl in on yourself, bringing your knees to your chest as you sob into your hands.

“Sorry, I was trying to stay calm but I just found out and,” You’re unable to speak as another sob wracks your body, Sugawara is by your side before you can even blink. He gently places one of his hands on your band, softly rubbing circles into your skin while trying to calm you down. “I think I am just going to skip practice.”

“No one would blame you,” Your friend gently coos, momentarily making eye contact with a first-year who had just entered the gym. Tsukishima, followed by Yamaguchi, only makes a face at the scene before him as he enters the locker room. Yamaguchi offers the two of you a sympathetic smile and then follows his friend. “people are starting to enter the gym, do you want to leave?”

All you can do is nod.

“Is there anything I can do to help? Or the rest of the team, any of us can help.” Sugawara gently leads you to your shared classroom, offering you tissues from his bag as he does so. “Daichi and Asahi will do anything for you, you know this.” The playfulness in his words makes you softly smile.

“I’ll let you know if I can think of anything.” You reassure him and Sugawara grabs his hand in yours before offering a heartfelt squeeze.

“Can I tell them what’s going on, the team?” Sugawara is surprised by your tight nod and your verbal acceptance.

“I think, if I’m going to be absent from practice the next couple of days then it’s only fair.”

“Hmm, alright,”

The next you saw of any of your team members was until later in the day. Much to your surprise, you were practically tackled by a short first year as he desperately clung to your arm as a supportive gesture.

“(Y/N)! I hear what happened, I’m so sorry,” Hinata pouts, his hair visibly deflating under his sympathy. “I love your cat! You always take the best pictures of them!”

“Oh, thanks, Hinata.” Your smile turns wobbly as you face the first year and you glance up at the ceiling to try and hold back any tears.

“Do you want me to go with you to the vet? Or we can hang out after school to get your mind off of it?”

“Hinata, I really appreciate it, but aren’t you only procrastinate to find a way to get out of doing your homework.” You tease him and gently flick his forehead, to which the younger player’s nose scrunches up in denial.

“No, of course not! Tsukishima is going to help me study!” Hinata almost screeches, desperate to get you to believe him.

“Is he really?” Your disbelief must be apparent on your face, judging by the dejected sigh from Hinata you must’ve caught him right in the lie.

“No."

The rest of the day followed as normal, it was as if nothing had changed but you still had that impending feeling of dread clouded over you.

Well, your day wasn’t completely normal. Even your shyer first years had come up to speak with you, Kageyama and Tsukishima had even gone as far as to mutter their condolences without so much of a hint of sarcasm.

It seemed as if you were still surrounded by the same level of chaos that you were already accustomed to. Except, Nishinoya and Tanaka’s screams in your ear were much quieter than normal.

Your entire team knew something was going on and were all going to support you through it.

Seijoh

“(Y/N)?” Kindaichi gently calls out your name, poking his head around the corner when he hears your quiet sobs. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” He timidly tries to reach out to you but is too unafraid to say the wrong thing or do the wrong thing to upset you even more.

Kindaichi has no idea of what to do when someone is crying.

“Obviously not.” Kunimi sneers and judgmentally glares at his friend, his overall face softens when he looks back at you. “(Y/N)?”

“I heard my poor manager’s sobs from a mile away! Baby, what’s wrong?” Oikawa pushes past his underclassmen dramatically, skillfully dodging a hit from Iwaizumi when the pet name leaves his lips. The setter sits right next to you on the bench and wraps his arms around your shoulders before pulling you into his chest, the warmth of his chest melts all of your resistance away and you can’t help but sob into his chest.

It’s a few minutes before you can pull yourself together, to even form a coherent sentence.

Iwaizumi sits on the other side of you and gently rubs your back while the two first years had run to find their other upperclassmen.

“My cat,” You start out, trying your best to swallow the sob in your throat. Even as tears well up in your eyes you try to push through it, just to get it out. “she has to be put down.” Although your voice is soft and just barely above a whisper, it still echos in the empty hallway.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N).” Iwaizumi speaks up and nearly flicks off Oikawa when he notices his captain tearing up. “You know we’re always here for you whenever you need it.”

“Always, always!” Oikawa sobs, finally breaking as he wraps his arms around you even tighter. He practically squeezes the life out of you and refuses to let you go.

And as much as Iwaizumi loves to tease Oikawa for being so sensitive, as the cancer he is, he can’t help but appreciate the sympathy he is able to deliver.

“We’ll be there any day that you need it.”

Iwaizumi and Oikawa are, they follow through with their words, and even rope in Matsukawa and Hanamaki. The other third years don’t even have to be asked when the situation is explained to them, they’re there before Oikawa can even notice it.

“Be graceful.” Oikawa lowly warns with a brightly fake smile, narrowing his eyes at his friends. “We have to be helpful to our manager.”

“Obviously, dumbass.” Iwaizumi spits out and pushes past him to ring your doorbell, patiently waiting for you to answer your door.

“Iwaizumi?” You furrow your brows as you open the door wide enough for just your face to be seen, the wider it grows the more people come into your view. “What are you all doing here?”

“Moral support!” Oikawa pouts as he offers you a hug, one that you gratefully accept. Matsukawa places his hand on Oikawa’s shoulders and leans in just enough for the setter to hear what he has to say.

“Real graceful.” After he pats his shoulder, Matsukawa enters your house with his other friends trailing behind him.

“Do you want something to eat?” Hanamaki offers as he quickly finds himself in your kitchen. “You’ve eaten lately, right?”

“Umm, sorta?” You have to drag Oikawa further into your home and blink away the fresh tears pooling in your eyes once you notice just how quiet it is. “it’s fine.”

“Here, here, they’ll make you something~” Oikawa coos and pushes you onto your couch before sitting down right beside you. Hanamaki has to bite back the insult that is simmering on his tongue.

“As much as I hate to admit it, he’s the best at comfort.” Iwaizumi whispers quietly, trying to keep his glare in front of him and not on his best friend. “Let him do his thing.”

“His thing? You mean sympathy?” Matsukawa nearly rolls his eyes and goes down to sit beside you on the couch.

“I’m sure she loved you very very much, (Y/N)! You always had so many stories about her and so much history together!” Oikawa tries to reassure you and places his hands over the tops of your own. “You can tell me more stories, oh, or let’s name a holiday after her!”

“So good at comfort.” Hanamaki coughs and ducks the moment Iwaizumi swings at him, almost fighting back with the spoon in his hand.

“(Y/N), it was her time and that’s okay, you know that right?” Matsukawa asks you, staring intently at the side of your face as you numbly stare ahead. All you can muster is a weak nod as you feel your throat tighten up and tears stubbornly pinching at the corner of your eyes. “She loved you very much and will be okay, she’s doing better now.”

“I understand, Matsukawa.” You shakily whisper and are unable to swallow the sob in your throat. “It’s just hard without her.”

“I know, (Y/N).”

Oikawa whimpers quietly beside you and pulls you into his chest as he tries to hide his teary expression from your view.

“We will make a beautiful garden for her! Or, or name a street after her!” The captain can’t stop himself from trying to help come up with a comforting memorial, something to help you grieve.

“Whatever it is that you pick (Y/N),” Iwaizumi finally comes into view and pushes an ice cream sandwich to you as an offer. “we’ll be here to help support you. Forever how long you need.”

“Always, (Y/N)!” Hanamaki yells from your kitchen as Matsukawa gently tugs on your sweater.

“For now,” Iwaizumi pauses before taking a seat on your floor. “why don’t you tell us some of your favorite memories while Hanamaki finishes cooking what he thinks to be your favorite dish.”

“It is their favorite! They told me themselves!” Hanamaki retorts back, defending himself as Matsukawa lifts his hand in a gesture meaning he can vouch.

“Or tell us funny stories about her.” Oikawa sniffles, smoothly wiping the tear off of his cheek. “Or we can watch your favorite tv show? Or we can go get your favorite snacks like a little trip down to the convenience store?”

“Whatever it is, (Y/N), we’ll do it.” Iwaizumi tells you firmly, looking you deep enough in the eye for you to know that he means every word of it.

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