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strawberri-elixir · 7 months

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— Relationship Headcanons — ~ S. Gojo + S. Geto ~

╰⇢ What your relationship is like with these two

Pairing: Gojo x Reader x Geto

Contents: Poly relationship, Fluff, No chronological order,

⭑ The two of them obviously had something going on before you were even in the picture

⟡ They were probably already dating or knew about their feelings for each other

⭑ And they were quick to pick up on your feelings for them too

⟡ You all just started feeling guilty for liking each other (Especially Geto and Gojo)

⭑ It wasn't until Gojo kind of just outed everyone for their feelings and you all talked it out

⟡ Geto fell first for both of you, then you fell harder, but Gojo was ultimately hit the hardest with his feelings

⭑ You guys progressed your relationship very slow with the utmost care

⟡ It was rough at first, but you got the hang of it

⭑ Lots. Of. Communication.

⟡ You and Gojo can never be trusted alone together. Ever

⭑ Geto usually finds himself in the middle of you and Gojo bickering

⟡ One of your favourite things to do together is just sit on the couch all tangled up with each other

⭑ Usually where your head rests on Geto’s lap and Gojo’s head rests on your stomach

⟡ Geto lets you style his hair

⭑ Gojo made sure to buy the biggest bed possible for your shared room

⟡ When you moved in together, the hardest thing to do was decorate

⭑ All of you had different ideas

⟡ But you guys managed to meet in the middle

⭑ Sometimes, Gojo makes you and Geto wear matching pyjamas with him

⟡ You'll watch movies together, many of which are Disney ones that you and Gojo can scream your heart out to

“I say we watch Frozen.” Gojo yells as he reaches for the remote

“Nuh uh! We watched Frozen last time! I wanna watch Moana!” You tackle him to the ground before he could grab the controller.

“Rock paper scissors!” Your boyfriend tried to push you off of him.

“Deal!” You scurry off of him, sitting up and staring him down.

The two of you stared each other down, preparing for the duel of your life when you heard music coming from the TV. Geto took the unclaimed remote and started playing ‘The Greatest Showman’

“Are you two going to get over here, or am I going to watch this movie by myself?” Geto gestured to the empty spots on the couch.

⭑ Geto has a whole folder of you and Gojo being stupid together (Pictures, videos, screenshots)

⟡ There has never been a single time where you managed to go on a peaceful date

⭑ Always one of you gotta get hit on

⟡ Which is why most of your dates involve ordering food online and staying home

⭑ When you can't sleep, you'll walk to the kitchen to make a warm drink, but you simply getting out of bed is enough to wake them up

⟡ So you'll be standing there doing your own thing when you feel one of them on each side, leaning on your shoulders

⭑ They can't and won't go to bed without you squished between them

You were standing by the kettle, waiting for the water to boil. It was another one of those sleepless nights, so you decided to make yourself something to drink.

Hopefully, you’ll be able to sleep after. You continue to stand by the counter, cup in hand, when you feel someone lean against you.

Or rather, two people.

“What are you two doing here?” You feel two heads on your shoulders.

“You weren’t in bed.” Gojo mumbled out.

“Couldn’t sleep.” You sigh. “Just go back to bed, I’ll come back soon.”

You thought that was the end of it, until you felt arms wrap around your waist and hoist you up over their shoulder. Geto carried you all the way back to bed where the two of them just cuddled you until you gave up struggling and just accepted your fate.

⟡ You have an inside joke about being their "personal nurse"

⭑ If their missions are out of town, they'll bring you back little trinkets

⟡ Simply because it reminds them of you

⭑ Sometimes, you'll all just be laying in bed when the two of them will just randomly start caressing parts of your body

⟡ They let you try nail polish colours on them

⭑ Geto would let you paint all of his nails the same color whereas Gojo would pick multiple for you to do on his

“What color am I doing this time?” You pass Geto the small bin of colorful nail polish. He sifts through all the options before choosing one.

“This one.” He hands you a bottle of light blue nail polish.

“I love this one.” You shake the tube to mix the polish as Geto places his hand on the table for you to paint his nails.

As you prepare to paint the first coat, Gojo bursts through the door. “You’re painting his nails without me!” He points at you dramatically

“Nuh uh. You weren’t home.” Geto shoots back.

“I am now!”

“Then go choose a color. Or multiple if you’d like.” You push the basket in his direction.

⟡ You guys have spa nights at least once a week on weekends

⭑ Nightmares have always been a normal part of your relationship

⟡ Whenever one of you has a nightmare, the other two are quick to respond, giving hugs and reassurance

⭑ There have been times where you and Geto walk in on Gojo dancing his heart out with headphones on (You got videos)

⟡ On those rare days when none of you guys have anything to do, you’ll just lay in bed together doing your own things and bask in each other’s presence

⭑ Sometimes, when you and Gojo are bored and need something to do, you’ll find Geto minding his own business and smother him in kisses

⟡ Late night convenience store trips

“Hey, hey, heeeyyyy.” Gojo poked your cheek. “Can we go to the convenience store?”

“Go ask your boyfriend.” You swat his hand away.

“He told me to ask you!”

So that’s how Geto was going to play. He was hoping you’d be the tired one to say ‘no’ to Gojo. Well in that case… “Yeah sure. Go get Suguru and tell him we’re going.” You smirk.

That was enough for the sorcerer to run out of the room and pull Geto out of bed. When he sees you smiling at him, he knows he should have been the one to decline.

⭑ Sometimes, Geto falls asleep on the couch after a long day, which gives you and Gojo the opportunity to draw on his face (And take selfies)

⟡ Gojo would be the one to suggest doing ridiculous things like going out at midnight, but you’d be the one to agree with it and drag Geto out too

⭑ You guys have a joined playlist full of very different songs that you all listen to religiously

⟡ Like- it’s got some Chase Atlantic, Taylor Swift, Country (Geto insisted), and so much more

⭑ Gojo has a ban on cooking without supervision

“Suguru… do you smell that…?” Geto closed his book at the question.

“I do… it kind of smells like it’s burning…” He looks around.

As if a light bulb lit up, the two of you suddenly remembered you gave Gojo the task of making dinner tonight. You immediately stood up and ran into the kitchen.

“Satoru?!” You’re greeted with the smell of smoke filling the air.

“Heyyy” The male in question frantically tries to cover the disaster. Geto comes in right after you to fan the smoke out and clean up the mess.

Thus resulting in Gojo being banned from ever cooking by himself. Permanently.

⟡ Usually it's Geto that'll cook, but some days you'll just order in and sit on the couch

⭑ Their parts of the room is just covered in gifts that you've given to them throughout the years (Even before you started dating)

⟡ You guys always know if something is bothering one of you

⭑ Gojo has a soft spot for your pouty faces

⟡ He's the one you'd go to if you wanted to do something slightly dangerous reckless

⭑ Geto is the one who just walks away, pretending not to know either of you

⟡ Whenever you bake things, you make sure to place a few of the desserts aside to cover with more icing than the rest to accommodate Gojo’s massive sweet tooth

⭑ You and Gojo spend an ungodly amount of money to buy sweets for Geto to eat on his missions

⟡ Sometimes, the only way that you can get Gojo to stop acting like a little shit is to threaten his cuddle time

⭑ All of their friends wonder how Gojo managed to pull the two of you (And they make fun of him for it)

⟡ Geto is the most protective out of all of you

⭑ Gojo knows the two of you can handle your own, but Geto would be the one to blame himself if anything happened to either of you

⟡ You each have some sort of accessory that reminds you of each other

⭑ Like you wear a necklace that has two charms on it (They each made one for you)

⟡ They each wear a bracelet that you made for them

⭑ And a ring that they bought for each other

⟡ You’ll unconsciously refer to them as “My boys” when your talking to friends or out in public and it drives them crazy

“I know! And then I heard...” You’re sitting in a cafe, catching up with a bunch of your old friends.

“I don’t know what she was thinking.” Shoko took a sip of her coffee. “I’m so glad we were able to meet up today.”

It was a rare occasion where all of you were free and able to get together and catch up. You and Shoko were sitting with Mei Mei and Utahime while Geto and Gojo sat further away with Nanami.

“Yeah, I missed you guys so much. It’s not the same as texting!” You sigh. You took a quick peek at the time and realised it was time to go. “Shoot. Sorry girls, my boys and I have some plans.”

As if on queue, both males stand up and walk over to you, a slight blush on their faces.

⭑ They will follow you for hours in a shopping mall

⟡ And when you try on clothes at the store, they'll wait patiently outside for you to show them the look

⭑ Often times, you'll come back home to a heated make-out session between the two (And then join them)

⟡ You and Gojo always beg for Geto to summon his rainbow dragon “for research purposes”

⭑ He always shuts you down but eventually summons it anyways in order to shut the two of you up

⟡ You guys all trade clothes

⭑ Sometimes, you’ll be walking around in the house wearing Geto’s t-shirt and Gojo’s jacket, and you’d see them walking around in your hoodies

⟡ Both you and Gojo share hair and skin products and Geto thinks it's ridiculous and unnecessary

⭑ You'll then proceed to make fun of Geto for using those 3-in-1 shower products

⟡ All that teasing and yet, he still has flawless skin compared to you and Gojo

⭑ Gojo is a German Shepard boyfriend

⟡ Geto is a Doberman boyfriend

⭑ Both are loyal and loving towards you

⟡ You guys definitely have a group chat (Hot bitches + Gojo)

⭑ And the best contact names for each other (None of them actually have any of your actual names in it)

⟡ You have Gojo saved as ‘Sugar Daddy 💅’ and Geto as ‘Hot Bitch #2’

⭑ You and Gojo are ‘Idiot 1 💜’ and ‘Idiot 2 😐’ in Geto’s contacts (Guess who’s who)

⟡ Geto is ‘Supervisor 😔’ and you’re ‘Sugar Baby 🤭’ for Gojo

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dreamescapeswriting · 3 years

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Kinktober ~ 15

WORD COUNT:2.1K

PAIRING: Minho x Fem!Reader

GENRE: Fdom, Blow Job, Rules Oral, Cum denial, No Touching, Teasing,

Pushing the door open you frowned when you noticed that no one seemed to be home. The dorms were never this empty so it felt weird to be here when it was.

"Babe?" You called out walking into the kitchen and smiling when you saw your boyfriend Minho's bag and shoes by the door, it meant you weren't as alone as you thought you were and you were relieved. Being here alone always felt odd to you, you felt as though you were snooping around despite the boys telling you how welcome you were.

"I'm going to start cooking your dinner soon, is there anything you want?" You called out but there was no answer. He was in the living room because you could hear his heavy breathing and mumbles as he spoke to himself.

"Babe?" You began walking toward the living room and sighed as soon as you saw him sitting there. Eyes glued to the screen as he hit buttons on a

controller, completely clueless knowing that you were even standing there. Had he even heard you walking through the door.

"You're gaming...of course, you are." You mumbled sitting down beside him and raising your eyebrows, either he was completely oblivious to everything around him or he was playing dumb and wanted to scare you.

"If you're going to scare me it won't work." You cooed but his eyes never even left the screen, even when he took a drink from his cup his eyes were glued. Scoffing a little you shook your head at him,

"I could seriously strip in front of you right now and you wouldn't even know it. You're always too invested in that bloody game." You mumbled looking at the screen, it was some new RPG game that he and the boys were playing all of the time. Even at the studios or dance practices since you could get it on your phone, switch or any device humanly possible.

"I'll be done in a minute." He said as he glanced at you for less than two seconds. That seemed as though that would be the only attention you would be getting from him in a long time.

"You'll be done in a minute? Good, I'll go cook your dinner, I'll make your favourite and have it ready for you in an hour." You promised, making your way toward the kitchen again. Wanting to make sure that he and the boys had a big homemade meal to eat after having a long day at the studios...and gaming.

The food was cold and Minho's head was still in the game you began cleaning up what you had used to eat and shook your head at yourself for even believing he would finish.

"I'll be right there baby. Just this last round baby," You mocked to yourself, padding through the living room and in the direction of his dorm you. You'd been waiting for ages for him to finish his game, almost three hours, pretty soon the boys would be back and all of his attention would be on them. Taking in a deep breath you sighed to yourself,

"Just this last round my ass," You grumbled going through the clothes that you had lined up in Minho's wardrobe. If he was going to ignore you then you were going to teach him a lesson and get the attention you craved. There was one thing Minho could never resist you in. The one outfit that drove him completely balls to the walls insane whenever he caught you wearing it. As soon as you found it you began preparing yourself.

Standing in front of Minho and the TV you titled your head to the side to look at him,

"Sweetie!" You giggled as you looked at him, his eyes flicked from the screen to you and the controlled dropped to the floor. Minho rushing to get up but you weren't going to let him get up that easy. No. Where was the fun in that?

"Nuh-uh, No moving. You're going to sit there and play your dumb little game while I tease myself in front of you." You breathed out as you sat down beside him on the sofa, kissing up and down his neck as he let out some small shallow breathes.

"Y-Y/n, what are you doing?" His voice cracked a little as he felt your lips on his skin, his cock already beginning to get hard because of the dress you were wearing. He'd picked it for you months ago and now you were using it again him.

"I made a nice little dinner for us both to enjoy and you've let it all go to waste," You said in a disapproving tone, tutting a little as he let out a small whimper when you sucked on his neck. Making sure to leave a faint mark that could easily be covered by a little make-up.

"Now I'm going to tease you until you're bursting to cum all over my face," You bit down on his ear and he whimpered some more, hips bucking at the thought of it all.

"Why? W-Why would you tease me?" He looked at you with pleading eyes. You knew just how much he hated to be teased but this was easy. Teasing was so easy.

"I told you, you let your dinner go to waste...Because Payback is one hell of a bitch baby," You smirked at him getting up from the sofa and standing in front of him again. Running your hands down the sides of your dress you lent forward a little to expose your breasts to him,

"I know you like this dress...It's the one I wore to your Christmas party," He remembered it, how could he forget it when it was one of the best nights of his life.

"I-I remember," He whispered as he watched you running your hands up and down the velvet fabric, smirking as you caught him staring down the front of it.

"The one where you took me into the bathroom and fucked me senseless?" He groans as you smirk a little, knowing that he remembers it well.

"Just like then...." You leant forward, making sure to whisper in his ear,

"I'm not wearing any underwear," You breathed out before sitting down on the floor directly in front of him. Spreading your legs slowly so that he could see every part of you, every part of you that was usually his to explore but now it wasn't.

Running your fingers through your folds you whined a little, rolling your head back as you began to tease your own clit.

"I haven't touched myself like this in so long," Moaning out his name you rolled your hips up, smirking as you caught him staring at your hands. Picturing the way he would do this to you, the way he would touch you.

"I'm so wet baby...I've been thinking about you all day." You whined as Minho itched to be close to you, desperate to be the one that was making you moan like that.

"Y/n." He warned but you ignored him, continuing to rub your clit with your thumb,

"I wanted you to come in from work," You let out a moan as you pushed two fingers into yourself, exaggerating just a little as you moaned.

"Eat dinner with me and fuck me over the kitchen table," You whimpered at him,

"Your first day off in three weeks and you didn't even give me a kiss when I came in...just sat right on that game and paid no attention to me," You pouted as he began to try and touch himself but you playfully slapped his hand away from his pants.

"No! You are not allowed to touch yourself. Do you understand me? No touching yourself or me," You smirked before hearing a ding on the TV. Your head turned and you smiled bigger than before

"Oh? The boys are online!" Turning to look at him you knew that meant all of them were sitting at work playing the game,

"Join their party and play a game with them." You titled your head to the side and Minho shook his head,

"I don't want to." Laughing a little at him you shook your head,

"That wasn't a suggestion baby," You got up from your space and knelt down in front of him, running your hand down the crotch of his pants making sure to apply a little pressure where his hard cock was.

"It was an Order...I want you to join their party while I blow you," Minho grumbled as he sat back on the sofa watching as you slowly took off the dress. Leaving it to hit the floor as you knelt back down in front of him.

"Join their party baby," You cooed, slowly taking him out of his pants and looking at him, his eyes never leaving yours as you put the head of his cock against your tongue.

"Do it," You whispered as he finally grabbed the controller and microphone, joining the rest of them while you set to work on him. Pumping him in your hand as you watched him, his eyebrows knitting together as he did his best to sound fine,

"Yeah...A-Are you guys coming home soon?" His voice cracked as you licked from the base of his cock to the tip, running your tongue over the slit and smirking up at him.

"You're so fucking hard for me baby," You whispered low enough so that only he could hear but he sent you pleading eyes, begging you to take him into your mouth instead of teasing him with the idea of it.

Sliding your head down you began to bob your head slowly, taking him to the back of your throat and gagging just a little. You knew just how much Minho liked to hear you struggle around his cock.

"S-Shit," He whined as you continued to move your head, the game quickly leaving his mind but you shook your head around him, pointing at the screen behind you as his character died.

"They've got no idea how good I'm making you feel do they?" You smirked as you locked eyes with you as pumped his cock in your hand, running your thumb on the senstive underside of his dick and giggling a little. Minho growled at you as he muted his mic, staring down at you as he attempted to thrust back into your mouth.

"P-Please Y/n," He moaned out as you shook your head, tapping the head of his dick on your tongue,

"Tell me...does it feel good with my lips around you? Do you like it when I choke on your big cock?" He moaned out as you began to take him all the way to the back of your throat once again, enjoying the noises that left his mouth as you bobbed your head up and down.

There it was, the little hip stutter he would do right before he was about to come so you pulled off him. Slowly moving your hand up and down as you smirked,

"I can feel you twitching...You're so close," He nodded at you, biting his lip as he watched you taking him back into your mouth, swirling your tongue around him as you glanced up at him. The game completely disregarded as he began to thrust his hips upwards to meet your mouth, grunting and moaning your name as loudly as he could.

"That's it baby dump your load down my throat...Give me your sticky load while all your mates question why you're so quiet," You giggled as you took him back into your mouth, moving as fast as you could around him, using your hands to massage anything that you couldn't fit until you felt it. His eyes widened and he began to move around underneath you so you pulled away, moving yourself away from the sofa and smirking at him. Sweat dripping down his head as he looked at you confused.

"Oh...You're not cumming right now," You smirked, wiping the corners of your lips as you shook your head. Bending down in front of him to pick up the dress you had left on the floor.

"Y/n...Fuck off, finish what you started." He moaned out as he looked at you, watching as you began to walk towards his bedroom. Your hips swinging that little extra since you knew that he would be watching you closely.

"I'm going to bed baby, goodnight." You breathed out as you shut the door, climbing into bed and counting down the minutes until you knew he would follow you into the bedroom.

Tagline: @minholuvs @taestannie @sw33tnight @acciocriativity @mwitsmejk @taeechwitaa @justbangtanthingz @stillwithlix

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goddess-of-green · 3 years

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More Tobi please !!! It’s so good 😫🙌 I love ur writing so much 😊

I'm running out of Tobi gifs you guys (Part 2 here!)

Warnings: Language, suggestive themes, submissive reader

"Yay! It must be Tobi's lucky day!" Tobi exclaimed as he threw down his cards—his winning cards.

You paled.

This generally wouldn't be such a problem.

Sure, Tobi was suspiciously good at Poker when he needed to be, but you never minded when he beat you by a landslide and proceeded to gloat until one of the other Akatsuki members had to shut him up.

Although, since you didn't really want to wager money on the game -your savings had been dwindling recently and you jumped at any opportunity to save some extra Ryo- you and Tobi decided to instead, make a bet.

If you won, Tobi would be at your beck and call for 24 hours; if Tobi won, you would be at his beck and call for 24 hours.

You knew such a bet could go either horribly wrong or horribly right.

However, you hadn't really let the implications of being at Tobi's beck and call hit you until you saw that winning hand.

Tobi was completely unpredictable and a known troublemaker.

He was always 'innocently' finding ways to insult people or taunt them. You were fairly sure he had some weird sadistic hobby to see how far he could bend people before they reacted violently.

You and Tobi had meshed so well in the organization because you were extremely patient and always reacted positively to Tobi's teasing and jabs.

After a while, Tobi seemed to realize that his taunting and teasing wouldn't make you upset, so he claimed you as his "best friend" and took to following you around in his freetime, you being the only one who could handle his overbearing and deliberately annoying nature.

Tobi loved to cause trouble and make fun of people. Despite his 'innocent' nature, you knew his humor was a little twisted at best.

What the hell did I get myself into?

Tobi was giggling like madman at your expression, a hand raised to where his mouth would be to ineffectively muffle his snickers.

"Y/N-Chan's time starts now! She has to be Tobi's maid for a whole day!" Tobi cheered, throwing his arms up into the air.

You blinked.

Maid?

Fuck.

"M-Maid?" You asked, already knowing that no matter what he responded with you were screwed.

Tobi giggled a bit more, "Yep! Tobi's even got Y/N-Chan a cute little outfit to wear while she does everything Tobi desires~" Tobi explained, his amusement coming off him in waves.

Maid? 'Cute little Outfit'? Tobi's desires!? God, help me.

You sighed, "Very well, Tobi."

"Actually, Y/N-Chan...there's something else Tobi would like you to call him~"

Here you are, dressed in a maid outfit.

A frilly black and white choker secured around your neck and your hair down, your top doing nothing to hide your cleavage, and your skirt giving you about two inches of leeway.

If you so much as bent over, your panties would be revealed to anyone in the vicinity. To top it all off, you had a white waist apron with little frills on the ends.

It covered even less than your skirt.

Kami, where did I go wrong? What did I do to deserve this?

Your internal lamenting is brought to halt as you hear Tobi cooing at you.

"Y/N-Chan~ you look so nice, all dressed up for Tobi like this~" He put his gloved hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him as he continued to inspect your form.

You swallowed, "Thank you, Tobi~Sama." You said softly, as he had requested you call him.

You blushed in embarrassment as you said it, unintentionally making yourself look even cuter as you looked up at him through your lashes, hoping he wouldn't make fun of you.

Tobi was unusually silent as he stared at your inadvertently coy expression. His hands still on your hips, and his expression unreadable through his mask.

After a moment, he started giggling.

"Y/N-Chan is such a good little maid for Tobi~ Tobi has a feeling he's going to enjoy this very much~" Tobi purred as he brought his arms up to wrap around your waist and buried his masked face into your neck; his body snuggling into yours in the process.

You gulped as his warm body encased yours.

Is it just me or is it a little hot in here?

You would have tugged on your collar if you had one.

Tobi pulled away from the embrace with excitement as he grabbed your hand.

"Alright Y/N-Chan, you're going to make some for lunch for your master, and then we're going to play a game~" Tobi said brightly, a teasing tone slipping through his usual beaming attitude.

Something about the way Tobi said "game" raised some flags, but you complied nonetheless.

You certainly didn't want to give Tobi a reason to punish you, as he had warned.

You shuttered at the implications.

He didn't mention or signal any sort of sexual things happening, but you could never be too careful. This entire situation was more than a little suspicious.

He's already made it clear he's got a pervy side, if the outfit was anything to go by.

You sighed lowly as Tobi's hand slipped from yours and he wandered off to wait in the living area of the base while you prepared him something to eat.

"It's too bad Tobi has his mask, or he would love to have Y/N~Chan feed him~" Tobi sighed wistfully as he walked off.

Clearly talking to himself, but you were sure he meant for you to hear.

You blushed at the thought, shaking your head to rid yourself of such thoughts as you continued on your way to the Akatsuki base's kitchen.

After you finally washed your hands and got to actually making something for Tobi, you ran into a little roadblock.

You had no idea what kind of food Tobi liked, or even if he had any allergies. He rarely ever ate around you, and when he did you tried not to stare at him too much and respect his privacy.

(Even though you were definitely curious as to what lied underneath his infamous orange mask.)

Even if you had paid attention, you doubt you would have caught much anyway.

Tobi is very sneaky when it comes to keeping his face hidden, and his food is off the plate and in his mouth faster than anyone can even tell what he was eating.

"He's so annoying all the time, yeah! The least he could do is let me catch a glimpse of his damn mug for once, un!"

You smirked as you recalled Deidara's ranting.

Remembering your situation, your smirk slipped away as you considered your options.

You could take a stab in the dark and make something that Tobi may or may not like, or you could go back out and ask Tobi what he wanted.

Neither were very good options.

If you took a wild guess then you would risk Tobi either not liking what you made or having an allergic reaction to it.

The last thing you wanted was to make Tobi sick or unhappy, but going back out to ask posed its own risks.

If you went out into the living room to ask Tobi what he wanted to eat then there was a good chance one of the other members would see you.

Then, they would ask questions.

You knew that Tobi wouldn't hesitate to embarrass you and go into great detail about how you were his cute little maid who would do anything to "satisfy" him.

Your face heated up in embarrassment just thinking about it.

You sighed, biting your lip as you ran through the pros and cons in your head.

You wilted after a moment, your morality winning the internal battle.

Discarding your dignity, and swallowing the last of your pride, you turned around to exit the kitchen and go find Tobi.

"But D-Deidara-Senpai! Tobi's not lying! He swears!" Tobi exclaimed, waving his hands around wildly as if that helped his case.

"Tch. Sure Tobi, un. You really expect me to believe that you got Y/N to be your maid?" Deidara scoffed.

It was then that you peaked from the hallway. Calling Tobi's name and desperately hoping that he was alone.

"Ah! Y/N-Chan! Impeccable Timing~!" Tobi said happily, Deidara snapping his head over towards you to see if Tobi really wasn't lying.

Uh oh.

Your face flamed as you tried to retreat back into the hallway, Tobi one step ahead of you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into the living area for Deidara to see.

Deidara's eyes widened as he looked over your form, clad in a skimpy maid outfit complete with the lacy little headdress on top.

Deidara slowly but surely flushed, before turning to Tobi.

"I want in." Deidara said earnestly.

Your face flamed and you literally wanted to die in a hole of pitiful embarrassment.

Completely appalled, Tobi gasped quite dramatically at Deidara's words and pulled you close, as if protecting you. "Deidara-Senpai! You can't! Y/N-Chan is Tobi's maid! And Tobi doesn't think you would appreciate her like Tobi does!" Tobi said indignantly as he snuggled into your chest.

Good lord, you felt like your face was permanently pink today. From all this excitement you had nearly forgotten what you came out to ask-

"What?! Tobi! You can't keep her all to yourself like this! You're being selfish!" Deidara yelled.

"Nuh-uh senpai! Tobi won Y/N-Chan's free will fair and square! And why would Tobi share? This way she's all mine~" Tobi exclaimed, trailing off into a creepy giggle at the end.

It's like they're two kids fighting over a new toy... You sighed.

You blushed when you realized that you were the toy.

Before Deidara could fire back or you could finally ask what the hell Tobi wanted to eat, something awful happened.

Hidan walked in.

It took him five seconds to skim his eyes over your form, Tobi's face pressed into your chest and Deidara blushing... and burst into laughter.

"Pfft Hahahaha, what the hell kind of kinky shit is going on in here?" Hidan howled, bent over and holding his stomach from laughter.

Tobi hurriedly let go of you and turned around, putting his arms in front of you as if to hide you. "Nothing Hidan-Senpai! Y-You don't have all the information!" Tobi exclaimed, his slightly shaky voice not convincing anyone.

"Tch. Tobi got Y/N to be his maid, and he's keeping this opportunity all to himself!" Deidara scoffed, crossing his arms indignantly.

Interest piqued, Hidan walked over to you, promptly pushing Tobi out of the way and grabbing your jaw.

"His maid, huh? And just how'd he manage that...?" Hidan said, his voice quieter and more husky since he was so close to your face.

You tried to repress the shiver that threatened to crawl down your spine...Hidan had always creeped you out.

Before you could stutter out a response, you felt a stinging on your ass.

Oh my-

He pinched my ass!

You squeaked involuntarily and pushed Hidan off you, Deidara starting to fume as he realized what happened.

"Hey man! Don't touch her like that, un!" He exclaimed, though he probably wanted to do the same thing.

"Hidan!" Tobi gasped, rushing over to pick you up bridal style and cradle you in his arms.

"No one is allowed to touch Y/N-Chan like that! She is Tobi's!" He exclaimed, and you would have been happy for his defense if he didn't keep referring to you as 'his'.

Deidara and Hidan were now straight up fighting, Tobi's yelling falling on deaf ears.

The lewd things Deidara and Hidan were saying about you as they fought had you desperately hiding your burning face in Tobi's chest.

Tobi pet your hair in a soothing manner before running off, with you still in his arms.

"It's too dangerous out here with all the other members! Y/N-Chan will just have to serve Tobi in his room! Alone~"

Lunch completely forgotten, you worried for what was to come as Tobi carried you off, Deidara and Hidan still wrestling on the floor.

It was then that Kisame and Itachi walked in, just in time to hear Tobi's exclamation as they saw you being carried off by Tobi while Deidara and Hidan were rolling around the floor and pulling at each other's hair.

#naruto #akatsuki #tobi #tobi uchiha #obito #obito uchiha #tobi x reader #tobi uchiha x reader #obito x reader #obito uchiha x reader #akatsuki x reader #hidan #deidara #kisame #itachi #kisame hoshigaki #itachi uchiha

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alwaysmarveling · 3 years

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Milestones

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader

Warnings: None that I can think of, but please let me know if you think I’m forgetting any!

Word Count: 3.9k

Summary: You and Nat are starting a family. It’s challenging, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

A/N: Welcome to the first series I’ve ever finished! I was a bit hesitant to publish this because, it being my first series, I’m not too sure how good it is and it does hold a special place in my heart, but if just one of you ends up liking it too, it’ll be worth it. This part is all fluff, but there will be angst in future parts. If you’re not a fan of that, this can just be read as a fluffy one-shot :) And big thanks to @vancityfire13 for talking this through with me, I really appreciate it <3

“He’s beautiful,” you sniffed, tears swelling in your eyes and spilling over the edge as they built up. Your wife squeezed your shoulder, and a drop landing just shy of your collarbone told you that she was crying too.

“He’s ours.” You cradled the baby boy—your baby boy—in your arms as he drank from your breast. “I still can’t believe they did it.” You let out a watery chuckle in response.

When Fury approached the two of you after he “accidentally” overheard your and Natasha’s conversation about having kids, you weren’t sure how to react. It was no secret among SHIELD that the two of you were together. In fact, you two had become somewhat of the organization’s power couple immediately after the many rumors claiming you were together were proven to be true. Still, the thought of all their best scientists working together just to give you two a biological child seemed a bit extreme, especially since the two of you did want to adopt someday. Nat, being the overprotective partner she was, was ready to launch herself at Fury, but you managed to pull her back before any real harm was done (Nat later got her revenge, and she made sure Fury didn’t tell you about it; she ended up confessing when you caught her looking just a bit too happy the next day though). The two of you had many long nights of talking over his offer, and before you knew it, you were pregnant with your first child, a child that would be biologically related to you and Natasha.

You guys had spent many nights talking about what your baby might look like, whether they’d have your laugh or her athleticism, your humor or her determination. Nat hoped they would be all you, while you could easily say the opposite.

When it came time to find out the baby’s sex, it took some serious convincing on Natasha’s part to get you to agree. In her mind, having a baby was surprise enough; she had to remind herself everyday that you really were pregnant with your child, her child. She did not need another surprise when the baby came. She wanted to be prepared, and who could blame her? You, on the other hand, wanted to wait. It was just the sex, after all. That didn’t change the preparations much. Nevertheless, after some bribery and more talking, you reluctantly agreed to learn the sex before the baby was born.

Hearing the words “it’s a boy” sent both of you into a tizzy. Nat wasn’t expecting it, and neither were you. Sure, there was a 50% chance of having a boy, but both of you were just so sure that it was a girl. After getting the doctor to check for the third time, you finally accepted that you were wrong.

Then came the discussion of names. What to name him, should he have a nickname, what would he call your friends and family?

One night, you took Natasha out for a walk around the park (this was before you got so big you couldn’t see your own feet) and a nice dinner on the waterfront. With the lights forming a halo around her already glowing face, you told her what you wanted the baby to be named: Igor. The minute you found the name, you knew it was perfect, and when you found out it was Russian and meant “warrior,” well, that was just icing on the cake.

“I’ve already got one Russian warrior who I love and adore more than words can express, and I can’t wait to have another. You’re everything I love and everything I want him to be. I think that’s what his name should be. And I know that, with a mom as perfect as you, he’ll live up to it.” You barely had time to get those last few words out before Natasha leaped over the table, silverware clinking and glasses wobbling as she lunged to pull your face into her hands, the two of you melting at the lips and forgetting about all the other patrons eating around you.

“I love you more than you know,” Natasha let out between breaths, finally letting you go.

“I have a feeling I do,” you giggled, “because I love you more.”

“Impossible.”

“Nuh uh.”

“Yeah huh.” You two “argued” about that for the rest of the night.

Then came the nursery. Nat insisted that you only be allowed to help in designing. You were already seven months along, she said, and that was seven too many. Plus, she pointed out with a not-so-subtle wink, she didn’t need help when she had “guns as big as these.” With some not-so-gentle persuasion from Clint, you settled on a farm-themed nursery. Less than a week later, Clint had gone out to god-knows-how-many stores and came back with more than enough decorations and furniture to fill the baby’s room, the many leftovers spilling out into the hallways and even your bedroom (much to his dismay, you made him return more than half of what he bought). The nursery was completed within weeks, and then all the two of you had to do was wait for your little bundle of joy to arrive.

Insistent ringing from Natasha’s phone pulled the two of you out of your peaceful moment.

“It’s Fury,” Natasha huffed playfully. “He’s asking if ‘the gross part is over yet.’ You ready to show him off to the world?”

“My world is all right here,” you murmured, fully sincere in what you were saying.

“As is mine.” The redhead’s finger lifted your chin up, your gaze shifting from your little boy to the prettiest woman in the universe. “I’m the luckiest woman in the world.”

“I tell myself that every day,” you smiled, meeting her lips in a sweet kiss.

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“Nat! Come quick! Hurry! I think he’s going to do it!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” your wife responded with equal urgency. “You going to do it, Igoryok? You going to walk for Mamas?” The baby boy giggled, nothing but pure glee on his face as he pushed himself to stand. You held out your arms to your son, cooing words of encouragement as he stumbled his way towards you. He started maybe only four feet away, but when he finally made it to you, you swung him into the air and you and Nat cheered like he had just finished first in the 400 metres at the Olympics. You could’ve sworn your life couldn’t get any better than it was at that point, safe, happy, and healthy with the two people you loved most in the world right by your side.

“Did you get it on video, Natty?”

“Of course, malyshka. Such a big milestone needs to be kept forever, isn’t that right, Igoryok?” Igor laughed when the redhead reached over and tickled him just under his chin. The two of you soon joined in, his joyous giggles impossible to resist.

“You’re an amazing mother,” Nat murmured to you that night as the two of you laid in bed. “And you’re raising an amazing son. I love you.” She tilted her head down to meet your lips.

“I love you too, Nat, but you’re also raising an amazing son. I couldn’t have done any of this without you.” She nodded slowly, reluctantly. “What is it?”

“I just… Being here today with you and Igor, it was perfect. Everything was perfect. And I hate how I have to throw us out of that every time I leave.” You frowned as you turned onto your stomach, pushing yourself up on one arm and using the other hand to cup Nat’s face.

“You’re not the only one working, you know. I feel that way too, every time I have to go on a mission or even just leave for the office.”

“I know,” she sighed. “But I’m gone so much more often than you are. Especially now that you’ve switched to mostly training others.”

“Just because you’re not here all the time doesn’t make you a bad mom, Tash. You’re the best mom because you love him with all of your heart and you’ll do anything for him. And-“

“I want to retire.”

“What?” Out of all the things that could’ve come out of Nat’s mouth, that was not the one you were expecting or prepared for.

“I wanna be there when he says his first words and when he loses his first tooth and when he goes to school for the first time. I want to be here.”

“But… you love your job.”

“I know,” she whispered, her eyes shining. “But I love Igor more.”

“And Igor will know that. Igor already knows that. Sweetheart, part of doing anything for Igor includes protecting him from bad guys. You do that every day you go to work. You show him you love him by fighting to give him the best life possible. If you want to retire,” your hand finally slid down from her cheek to hold her hand, “then I will support you every step of the way. But if you’re doing this because you think you’re a bad mother if you don’t, then you need to know that that is not true at all.” Natasha bit her lip as she thought over what you said. You gave her the time she needed, rubbing small circles into the back of her hand.

You would be lying if you said you never had those same thoughts. Both of you felt awful every time you had to hand Igor over to one of the nanny or even one of the Avengers or their families. The two of you loved them and Igor loved them, and they always took amazing care of him, but it was hard to not feel bad knowing your child wanted nothing more than to be in your arms. The first time Igor wailed as you handed him over to Laura, you filled out all the retirement paperwork the next day, keeping it on your desk for weeks before you eventually talked yourself out of it.

Just as Natasha was opening her mouth to respond, she was interrupted by Igor’s cries from the baby monitor.

“I’ll get him,” your wife reassured you. You nodded reluctantly, not wanting to stop the conversation but knowing you’d have to regardless of who left.

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“Guess who’s coming home today, buddy?” Igor babbled random syllables back at you, grabbing onto your hair as you lifted him out of his crib. “Gentle, Igor, gentle,” you winced, slowly pulling his hands away from your locks. Sounds from downstairs had you looking away from Igor and towards the hallway.

“That must be Mama!” You weren’t too sure if he understood you, but he definitely fed off of your excitement, letting out another string of syllables and clapping his hands together.

“Hellooo! Anybody home?” Natasha’s red hair was the first thing you saw as you rounded the corner to see the front door. “Hi, rybka! How are you doing?” Your boy held his hands out to Natasha, obviously excited to see her. She grinned back at the two of you, but both of your eyes grew wide when he opened his mouth.

“Mama!” With that one word, you could’ve sworn your heart stopped beating. Nat’s eyes met yours, the love she felt for you and your son overflowing in the form of crystal droplets that filled her green orbs.

“That’s right, Igor, Mama. Can you give Mama a kiss?” You smiled as you handed Igor to Nat, your little boy puckering his lips dramatically to plant a wet kiss on her cheek.

“Thank you, Igoryok,” the redhead laughed. “He said ‘Mama,’ Y/N. His first word! He called me ‘mama.’” She was smiling so hard her cheeks were practically trembling.

“Because you are his mama. The best mama in the whole wide world,” you murmured, kissing her other cheek.

“No one could ever be as good as you. I love you so much, malyshka.”

“I love you too.”

“Mama!” The two of you laughed once again, your intimate moment interrupted but neither of you could complain.

“How was the mission?” you asked, both of you somewhat preoccupied with the bouncing babe in Nat’s arms.

“Good. Clean.”

“No injuries?”

“Not even a bruise.” You scanned her face and body to see if she was lying, and eventually nodded once you were satisfied.

“Good. Now, I believe it is someone’s dinner time.”

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“Hi, Igoryok, how was school?”

“Hi, Mama. It was good. We learned about the letter ‘m’ today. Mama, did you know ‘m’ goes ‘mm’?”

“It does? I thought it sounded different.”

“No, Mama, you’re silly. Your name starts with an ‘m.’”

“Huh, I think you’re right. Did you know that, babe? Mama starts with an ‘m,’” Natasha winked at you.

“No, I didn’t know that, but thank you for sharing that with me,” you smiled back. “You're not going to say hi to me, Iggy?”

“Hi, Mom. Your name starts with ‘m’ too.” Igor bent over the center console in between the two of you. “Can we get ice cream? Please?” Your wife laughed before turning to you.

“I’m not too sure what that has to do with letters, but what do you say, Mom?” Nat asked, a smirk on her face as she emphasized the first letter.

“Um, it does because…” The two of you watched, amused, as Igor’s face scrunched up in concentration. Suddenly, he lit up, a grin overtaking his expression. “It does because ice cream starts with an “i”! And my name starts with an “i” too, Mamas. Which means I should get some ice cream.” He paused for a moment upon seeing the two of you glance at him expectantly. “Please?”

“You’re very right, Ig,” you smiled. “And for that, we can go get ice cream. But I thought you would’ve wanted to go to the park. We brought your bike.”

“You did?” His baby-tooth grin only grew when he turned to see the lime green metal and black handlebars peeking out of the trunk. “Yes! Mama, c’mon, let’s go!”

“You need to buckle up, Igoryok, or we’re not going anywhere.” The four-year-old rushed to his car seat. The minute he was settled, he began squirming again.

“Can we still get ice cream after?”

“Sure, Iggy,” you laughed. Nat removed her right hand from the steering wheel and rested it on your thigh.

“Alright, let’s go.”

“Mama, you took the training wheels off, right?”

“Yep,” your wife grunted, lifting the bike out of the car and placing it on the pavement.

“Mom, watch me! I’m going to ride it all by myself! Today’s the day, I can feel it!” You managed to grab him by the shoulders just before he could hop on the bike.

“Not so fast, what are you forgetting, buddy?”

“Uh, a positive attitude?”

“That’s important, but I think you have plenty of that right now,” you smiled. “Try again.” Igor bit his lip as he thought about what he could possibly be missing.

“I love you?”

“I love you too, but still not it. You remember this?” He groaned when he saw the helmet in your hands.

“I don’t need it, Mom. I won’t fall, I promise!”

“I like that promise, but I still need you to promise to wear this. Okay?”

“But I don’t want to,” he pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. Your wife bent down to reach Igor’s eye level.

“Igoryok, can I tell you a secret?” Igor’s tresses bounced as he turned his gaze to Nat, his eyes filled with skepticism. “Well, you know how Mama wears her helmet whenever she goes out on her bike? You wanna know why I do it?”

“Why?” he asked, his skepticism fading into intrigue.

“It helps me balance and makes me go faster. I can’t ride as well as I do without it. In fact, I think I might even fall off.”

“Really? But you’re so good, Mama!” Eyes closed, Nat shook her head.

“Only with my helmet. And only when I wear it correctly. Otherwise I’d fall right off and get hurt. So can you promise to wear your helmet correctly so that you go faster and don’t fall off?”

“Okay, Mama. Can you put it on for me though? I think you’ll do it better.”

“I’d love to, Igoryok.” You flashed Nat a grateful smile as she took the helmet from you to secure it on his head. “Alright, all set. You go get warmed up, yeah?”

“Okay, Mama, but hurry up!”

“I’ll be there in a second, rybka.” Natasha stood up and wrapped an arm around your waist. “Don’t let him see me riding the motorcycle when I’m on a mission.” You stifled a laugh, letting your head rest on her shoulder as you watched Igor waddle around on his bike, his sneakers lighting up every time they hit the pavement.

“I’ll try my best. Have I told you how good of a mother you are?”

“Yes, you have. Multiple times.” You didn’t have to look at Nat to know her cheeks were quickly becoming the same shade as her hair. “I just hope he’ll be this easy to convince when he’s not four.”

“We’ll, uh, cross that bridge when we get to it. Besides, it’s a little easier to convince him when he sees you as his hero.”

“Stop with the flattery,” the spy groaned, now extremely flustered.

“But you make it so easy. And so fun.” You squealed immediately after the last word and pulled yourself away from your wife. “Why’d you poke me?”

“Don’t act all innocent, you know exactly what you did.”

“I’m not acting innocent, I am innocent.”

“Are you now?” Natasha stalked towards you, a smirk on her lips and a mischievous glint in her eye. Before she could reach you, though, Igor pushed his way in between the two of you with his bike.

“C’mon, Mama! I warmed up!” With one last glance at you, Natasha sighed.

“Alright, let’s go, Igoryok. You just watch your back, babe. I’ll get you.”

“Ooo, Mom’s in troubleee,” Igor chanted, and with that, they were off.

“Mom! Look at me! I’m going to get it on this one, I can feel it!”

“I’m watching!” you promised despite having never taken your eyes off of Igor and Natasha the whole time. Igor flashed you a grin in response before putting his feet on the pedals. Natasha murmured something in his ear as he started pedaling. She had one hand on the handlebars and one on his back to keep him steady. The pair moved together for a few seconds until Igor began to speed up. Half-running, half-jogging, your wife finally let go of the bike with a firm push to your son’s back, and much to everyone’s delight, he kept going.

“Mom! I’m doing it! I’m really doing it!”

“Pay attention to what’s in front of you, Igoryok!” Natasha called when he began to swerve. Eyes wide, Igor managed to correct himself before he crashed into a tree. You got up from the bench and ran to meet the former assassin, but you kept your eyes on Igor the whole time.

“I guess this family has two biker babes now.”

“I guess we do. Look at him go, malyshka.” Her chest was puffed out, obviously proud of her son, his tongue poking out of his mouth slightly as he concentrated on turning around. Your eyes shot open when it seemed like he was going to fall, but he regained his balance and increased his speed twofold on his return to you. “Maybe we should try for another.”

“What?”

“Another, uh, what’d you call it? A biker babe?” Natasha barked out a laugh as you moved to slap her shoulder. “I mean, Igor’s been asking for a sibling for a while now. Maybe it’s time.” Natasha maintained her glance on your son, too nervous to meet your eyes.

“Another biker babe, huh? Or maybe another little fish?”

“Another rybka, yes,” Nat chuckled.

“Maybe it is time.” The former assassin’s shoulders relaxed as you slipped your hand into hers. “A girl this time?”

“We’ll see. It is what Igor’s been asking for, but...” A smirk played on your wife’s face as she remembered when you two first learned you’d be having a son.

“Natasha Jr.?”

“Oh god, no!” your wife laughed.

“Natalia? Natalie?” Natasha buried her face in your neck so that her lips were pressed to your shoulder. She still peeked out slightly to keep an eye on your son.

“Babe, we are not naming the baby after me.”

“What about for her middle name?” Your wife groaned as she hit your arm, but you could feel her lips curving upward.

“No.” Natasha paused, her lower lip stuck between her teeth. “What do you think about Karolina? It means ‘free man.’”

“Karolina,” you repeated. You would’ve teased her about already having a name picked out, but the constant shifting of her right foot told you this maybe wasn’t the right time. “I like it.”

With Igor quickly approaching, you ended the conversation with a peck to Nat’s cheek and bent down to greet your son. When he made it to the two of you, he immediately hopped off of the bike and ran into your open arms.

“I did it, Mom! Did you see me? I turned around too!”

“I did, Iggy! You did so, so good!” You pulled the boy onto your hip. “Don’t tell Mama, but I think you might’ve gone even faster than her.” Igor giggled, wrapping his arms around your neck.

“You think so?” he whispered.

“I know so.”

“Ahem, what are you two saying?” Nat had her hands on her hips as her foot tapped the ground, this time out of fake anger rather than nerves.

“Nothing, Mama. Did you see me? I did good, right? And my helmet helped me stay on!”

“I’m very proud of you, Igoryok. Both Mom and I are,” she murmured, tilting her head to avoid the helmet and kiss his cheek. “So now that you know your helmet is good, you have to promise us to wear it whenever you go on your bike, you got it?”

“Got it.” His locks bounced as he nodded his head. “I’m going to go again, okay, Mamas? And then later we can get ice cream?”

“You got it, bud.” You let him down, his legs wiggling before he reached the ground. The second he hit the surface, he was off.

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You cherished every time you got to see Igor hit a milestone. You and Nat had each missed some—like you being away the day he scored his first soccer goal or Nat going on a mission during his first Halloween—but when you did, the other made sure to talk about it in so much detail you felt like you were there.

And when you were all there together… Your heart filled with pride whenever Igor did something new, but that feeling was nothing in comparison to seeing your son’s pride in himself and having Nat there next to you to experience it. Each milestone of Igor’s was so much better than you could’ve ever imagined because, with each one, you got to see your little boy growing, thriving. For each new accomplishment, you could feel the love between the three of you, practically pull it out of the air, make a cocoon out of it, and wrap yourself in it for weeks on end. Your little boy’s milestones weren’t just for himself, but it was for your family as a whole, the three of you growing closer and stronger with each step. You couldn’t wait to see what he would do next.

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majesticarlette · 3 years

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Could you please write Zoe Lee x Famous Singer Reader where Reader was Zoe’s only friend in New York and then Reader moves to Paris for concerts and to be with Zoe?

my apologies if requests are closed or if you don’t want to write this

Impulse

Zoé Lee x Reader | ONE SHOT 🌷

"I heard that (Y/n) (L/n) is here in Paris."

"No way, the (Y/n) (L/n) who has 2 successful albums?"

"You're stating the obvious, but that's them!" People could be heard fussing about the singer. Well, who wouldn't be excited when a famous person could be a few meters away from you? Your appearance in Paris isn't what you really thought about or even your goal to begin with. You're here because of someone you knew for a long time, and you can't wait to meet her again.

"We're here, let's go. We have a hotel reservation at 3:00 this afternoon, we can't be late." Your manager said while picking up her things. Your bodyguard on the other hand is already holding your bags. "Thank you." You smiled at him and faced your manager. "What time is it, Bellum?" "It's already 1:40." He responded after looking at his watch. You left the airport after double checking your things and head straight to the popular hotel in the city, Le Grand Paris.

You told the hotel staffs that you don't want anyone to know you're staying there. You want to keep your stay lowkey as possible until the days nearing the concert. Well, you went there ahead of time, not following the schedule designed for you. After your team finalized your world tour, according to them: Paris, France would be the last destination. You were ecstatic about the news, and couldn't wait to visit. So, as soon as you finished the recent concert, you flew all the way to Paris.

Once you reached your destination, your manager checked in for you while you stayed in the car. He came to pick you up after and you went to your room. "Finally, a bed." You flopped on the bed and it was so comfortable to the point of falling asleep in a span of minutes. "What's on the schedule today?" You faced your manager. "Wow, that's a first." He fixed his glasses and looked at his tablet. "Fortunately your schedule is not loaded for the day--" "I'm going outside." You quickly responded. "Are you going to meet, Ms. Zoé?" "Duh." He turned around after you started undressing yourself to fit new set of clothes. "That's why you're in a hurry of coming here." "Come on, she's your friend too. Aren't you excited to meet her too?" You started putting on your bottoms and shoes. "I am, it's just that it's not professional to act impulsively about coming here when you have a loaded schedule on your last destination. I had to fake your sickness for you to come here." You tapped his shoulder and he finally turned to you. "And that's why I love you. I'm gonna get going, do not follow me." You're in a disguise and left the room.

While looking around Paris, you stopped at a bakery to try their baked goods. "Hello, would you like to take an order?" A dark haired girl greeted you on the other side of the counter. "Hello, I'm new here. Do you recommend anything?" "All of our baked goods are delicious, but the best selling here are our macarons." "I'll take a box." She prepared your order but when she's about to hand it to you she stopped for a moment she must have noticed something. "That bracelet... Are you (Y/n)?" "Pssh... No, I'm not." You chuckled nervously. "It is you!" "Shh!" You stopped her cheers of excitement by placing your pointer finger on her lips. She's calming her self down but it doesn't seem to be working.

"You should come with me! I'll take you somewhere!" She uttered suddenly which made you step back a bit. She noticed her words and tried to explain. "I-I mean, I'm inviting you to a get together, 'cause my friends will perform their song at Liberty this evening. You'll enjoy it for sure." "Liberty?" You asked, confused by her response at you. You were startled when she face palmed herself hard. "What am I doing?! They have a busy schedule!" She started talking to herself which disturbed you a little bit. "Hey, what's Liberty?" You spoke trying to break her out of her rambling state. "Well, it's a name of a boat my two friends live in. They're into music, so there are music performances on the boat quite often."

Well, there's no harm in joining a get together. But, you're just new here, no one would know what might happen. Also, her invite seems legit, it must be nice to party on a boat while there's live music. Eh, you're still not so sure. What if she'll trick you into coming on a secluded area and take your organs? Now, you finally made up your mind.

"I'm totally going."

"Come on, Bell. I'll only be there for a couple of hours." You begged your manager to let you go. "Nuh uh." "Puh-leaaaase?" "Nope." "I promise, this'll be a one time thing." You gave him a puppy-eyed look while crossing your two fingers at the back. "Okay, I've made up my mind." Your eyes lit up and smiled at him. "No, you can't go." He smiled at you which made your smile drop. You flopped on the bed and sulk. Bellum chuckled at your reaction, "Alright you can go, bring Ollie with you." You got off the bed and prepared your things and left the room.

"(Y/n)!" Marinette called from the ship. Her friends quickly looked at your direction and gasp. "Hi." You entered the ship nervously, you're expecting a lot of touching and autographs but they never came. You were only greeted by smiles and handshakes welcoming you to Paris. But somehow, you could sense they wanted to really bad. "Uhm... Do you want me to sign you autographs?" You offered a bit embarrassed. They all nodded their head, they immediately handed you their owned albums you made. "You know, we really wanted you to sign our albums but it might overwhelm you." The girl named Mylène told you. "Hey, it's okay, I just dislike it when people rush up to me and they'll point their phones close to my face, and pulling of my clothes and limbs. You finished signing their albums and offered to take a group photo.

"(Y/n)?"

You looked at the direction of the voice and saw the person you're looking for, Zoé. "Zoé!" You hugged her and she returned it back. "Who knew the new girl would be friends with an international star?" The girl named Alya commented and they just smiled.

"1, 2, 3!" The drummer counts and Rose sang their debut song. The song was great and catchy, she's really telling everyone she loves unicorns. "So, why are you here in Paris so early? Isn't your concert will be in three days?" Zoé asked you. "Well, I missed you, of course. When you left New York, I began to miss our time together." Zoé chuckled at your response. "That sounds childish." "I'm serious, you were my only friend in New York, Zo." You held her hand and smiled at her. You swear you could see her cheeks tinted in pink.

"(Y/n), sing!" Marinette and her friends asked you to sing your songs but you promised you'll only sing one and keep the others for your concert. Bellum would scold you for sure if he heard that. Everyone cheers at you and admire your voice. "She is real." Juleka uttered "What did you expect? An illusion?" The others laughed at Alya's comment.

You swore that was the best night of your life, thank goodness you agreed to go.

You spent the remaining days before your concert with Zoé touring Paris. You're always in a disguise so not so many people would recognize you. You also left your bracelet at the hotel, you didn't know you could be recognized by that. "I'm glad I could be here with you in Paris." Zoé spoke while leaning on the railings on the top of the Eiffel tower. "Are you not going back to New York?" "I may not be, I found my comfort here in Paris. I met new friends and I could express myself freely." She smiled while gazing at the night view from up there. You could see that she's happy here than when she was in New York.

You smiled sadly, you never saw her this happy. You only have a limited time here in Paris and it's not enough for you. At this moment, you're desiring to be with her and stay by her side. You always knew your feelings for her ever since you became her friend but you didn't want to confess because you're afraid that it might cost your friendship. But you're not that (Y/n) anymore, you've waited for so long of keeping your feelings to yourself. Now that you've met again, it's time for you to tell it.

"Zoé." You spoke breaking the silence. "Yes?" she looked at you, waiting for your response. "I wanna confess something, I've been waiting to say this for a long time and I think it's time. Zoé, I like you. Not just as a friend but more than that. I wanna fulfill our dreams here in Paris, together." You held her hands as she just looked at you. "You mean, you're going to move here?" You nodded at her as an answer. She let go from your hold and just stared at you. "(Y/n), I've known you for a long time. I know you want to fulfill your dream as a successful singer who is known in the whole wide world." She rested her elbows on the railings and gestured the round world. You're just listening to her, confused at what she's saying. "And, you staying here in Paris isn't enough. I came here to be with my family, I had a desire and a goal to win their hearts but it didn't go my way. Instead, I found a new purpose. To be myself, not pretending anymore." She looked at you. "You, you started building your dreams in New York. You're just starting yet, you may say that you're already there, but it's not over yet. My point is, I don't want you to move all the way here just because of me." She pointed out. "I want you to move here because you planned to, you loved to, and you settled to be."

"I really want to, I promise." You replied and she just shook her head. "No, please reconsider. Now is not the right time." She cupped your cheeks. "What about my feelings for you, is that also rejected?" She just chuckled and pinched your cheeks. "I'll wait for you here, so don't pursue another person." She giggled and let go of your cheeks. "I'm kidding, you can date whoever you want, but I'll be here waiting for your return." You pouted from her answer. "I won't do that, you're the only one I'm going to pursue no matter how long it takes." You declared surely of your answer. You took something from your pocket, "This is a necklace my mother gave to me. When I get back here permanently I'll retrieve it from you." She smiled and hug you.

You both went home that time, you walked her to her room and then you finally entered your own room. You flopped on the bed and waited for tomorrow's event. You slept soundly that night, might be the most memorable night that happened here in Paris, and of course in your life.

You could spot Marinette and her friends in the audience while you were performing on stage. They were all shouting and admiring you from their spots. You waved at them which made the crowd shout louder. Of course, you wouldn't forget about your crush. You spotted her along with her family in the VIP seats.

You performed all of your songs and mentioned special people you met here in Paris. You swore you could see the gang's faces proud and happy. The experience as always was fun but never thought you'd meet new friends here. You swore you'll get back here as soon as possible, so have to give your all.

"Thank you all for coming here." You told the whole gang. "No, thank you and your bodyguard for letting us personally bid a celebrity goodbye." Nino responded and you just smiled. "Hug?" You offered and they all accepted. "Wow, I'm really waiting for this, I can't hug you at first because I know you'll get uncomfortable." Rose spoke and get to be the first to hug you and the rest follows. "These camera flashes are literally blinding me." Alya commented while covering her eyes, meanwhile Chloé's posing in front of the cameras. Yep, Chloé's here. "(Y/n), let's go. We don't wanna be late." Bellum suddenly spoke which breaks your conversation with the group. "I'll see you all soon." You waved them goodbye, you noticed Zoé discreetly giving you a flying kiss. You smiled at her and finally entering the terminal area.

"You finally told Zoé, huh?" Bellum spoke to you.

"I'm glad I did." You scrunched your nose at him.

#zoe lee imagine #zoe lee x reader #zoe lee #vesperia imagine #vesperia x reader #vesperia #miraculous ladybug x reader #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug imagine #miraculous fandom #miraculous lb #reader insert #reader imagine

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tickly-trashcan · 3 years

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The Best {Xiao, Hu Tao, and Venti}

A/N: i decided to treat myself today hehe but don’t worry, i’m still working on prompts, but i took a short break to write this (and prepare for school which also started today) but i’m already back on them! anyways, I hope everyone enjoys this and has a lovely day~

Summary: Xiao, Hu Tao, and Venti are all meeting up for a picnic. But things quickly get out of hand for Xiao...

Word Count: 1.7k (under the cut)

Xiao fumbled with his thumbs as he waited for his friends to arrive. They had agreed to meet together near Liyue, and he was currently the only one there.

He sat patiently, though he couldn’t help fidgeting. He would never admit it, but he was excited to see his friends, and he had been looking forward to meeting up with them for several days. They had been planning on having a picnic, and Xiao had offered to bring something, but both of them insisted on Xiao just relaxing and enjoying the food.

“Xiao! Hi~!” A voice came, and Xiao turned to see Venti skipping towards him with a basket full of treats. He set them down and quickly threw himself on Xiao, hugging him tightly as he giggled, petting Xiao’s head.

“Hey, just because I wasn’t here yet doesn’t mean you guys can engage in PDA!” Another person said. Venti and Xiao looked up to see Hu Tao standing above them, one hand on her hip as the other held a back, likely filled with more food.

“Ah, hello Hu Tao,” Xiao said softly, then looked at Venti. “Hello to you too, Venti.”

Hu Tao set the bag down and hugged Xiao from behind, sandwiching him between his two friends as he wheezed, tapping their shoulders to show that he needed some air. Hu Tao and Venti giggled as their released their friend, allowing him to breathe as they unpacked their drinks and snacks, setting them down on the ground as they sat in a circle, digging in.

Almond tofu, apple pie, crystal shrimp, golden crab… there was way too much for the three of them, but they still all managed to eat most of it, full and content as the sun started to set in the distance.

Hu Tao sighed loudly, laying back down in the grass before looking over at Xiao and Venti, giggling.

“I think I ate more than you guys.”

“No, Venti ate that entire apple pie himself,” Xiao pointed out, and Venti sat up, whining.

“Hey! You had like… a bite!”

Hu Tao and Xiao laughed as Venti pouted. He folded his arms across his chest, smirking at Xiao as he spoke.

“Bold words from someone within tickling distance.”

Xiao’s eyes widened and he shook his head, holding his hands up in front of him. “Venti, I was only kidding!”

“Aiya, look at the situation you’ve gotten yourself in!” Hu Tao teased when Xiao backed up against her, Hu Tao grinning at him. He looked at Venti, who was already wiggling his fingers, and ducked behind Hu Tao, making her laugh.

“My my, Xiao, I thought you liked this! And it’s been so long since we really got to tickle you!” Hu Tao teased, and Xiao paled, realizing he wasn’t safe from her either. He went to run, but Hu Tao caught his ankle, pulling him back as he yelped.

“Nooo! Wait, wait! I’m sorry, Venti!”

“Too late~!” Venti cooed, pouncing on Xiao as Hu Tao giggled, Xiao’s own laughter immediately echoing around them as Venti squeezed his hips.

“Nohohoho! Plehehease, I’m sohohorry! Wahahait, no, Hu Tao-!” Xiao squealed as Hu Tao joined in, scribbling her fingers up and down his ribcage, using her nails expertly to get in between the grooves of every rib.

“NAHaha! Hu Tahahahao, not thehehere!”

“But Xiaooo~!” Hu Tao faux whined, smirking as she started to gently squeeze his ribcage, making Xiao shriek as he tried to squirm away, only getting himself more stuck in Venti’s tickles.

“Xiao’s laugh is just as cute as it was last time, wouldn’t you agree, Hu Tao?”

“Definitely! If anything, it’s gotten cuter!”

Xiao whined through his already frantic laughter as Hu Tao and Venti teased him, both with their hands and their words as he could do nothing but wiggle and laugh.

Venti climbed up from his hips, lightly skittering his fingers across the expanse of Xiao’s tummy, making him wail and squirm, trying to curl up. With Venti and Hu Tao on either side of him, curling up was probably his best option.

“Nuh-uh-uh, none of that! Don’t make this worse for yourself, Xiao~” Venti cooed when Xiao started curling up. He went for his hips again, finding the sweet spot right where his hips and thighs met and squeezing it, making Xiao positively squeal.

He started to uncurl slightly, but when he did, Hu Tao instead went for his tummy, using her nails as she fluttered up and down. She focused just a bit on his lower tummy, knowing it was just a tad more sensitive as Xiao shrieked.

He didn’t know which was worse, and he didn’t know where to focus. He tried swatting at Hu Tao’s hands and kicking his legs to try and shake off Venti, but nothing was working and the vicious tickling continued.

“No mohohohohore, plehehease! I caha - I can’t! Hah-HAhaha!”

Hu Tao and Venti ignored Xiao’s pleas, knowing when he actually wanted them to stop that he would say the word. Venti and Hu Tao exchanged a glance with each other, and the two of them smirked, though Xiao didn’t notice because his eyes were squeezed shut in hopes of ignoring the sensations (spoiler alert: it wasn’t working).

“I wonder which one of us is making Xiao laugh more, don’t you?” Hu Tao pondered aloud, looking at Venti cheekily.

“Oh, I bet I am. After all, I am a better tickler,” Venti said confidently, squeezing Xiao’s upper thigh and making him squeal to prove his point.

“No way! Maybe we should have Xiao tell us who’s better?”

“Nohohoho! Dohon’t you dare!” Xiao exclaimed, already knowing where this was going. But there was hardly anything he could do to stop it as Hu Tao and Venti grinned evilly at him.

“Dibs on his tummy~!” Venti called out, and Hu Tao whined.

“You know that’s his best spot, cheater!”

Venti only giggled as Hu Tao pouted, pulling her hands away from Xiao’s tummy as she went up behind him instead. She grabbed his arms, making him squeak as she tucked his arms under her knees, making Xiao panic.

“No no no, Hu Tao! Not that, plehease!” He giggled already, even though neither Venti or Hu Tao were currently tickling him. Hu Tao only grinned, wiggling her fingers deviously.

“Not what? I’m not even doing anything!” Hu Tao giggled, lowering her hands as Xiao tried to pull his arms free, giggling even though she hadn’t even touched him yet. He shrieked when she faked him out, bursting into frantic laughter when Venti started his own torture on Xiao’s tummy.

Hu Tao started to lightly scribble her nails under Xiao’s arms, making him squeal as he threw his head back, his laughter doubling over as his face warmed, both from embarrassment and from how hard he was laughing.

“AHAhaharchons, wahahait! Plehehease, no mohohohore!” Xiao yelled, his laughter dipping more into cackling territory as he shook his head, tugging on his arms and kicking his legs as he tried to shake off his attackers. They wouldn’t let up, however, and it somehow managed to get worse.

Hu Tao started lightly raking her nails down the inside of Xiao’s arm, making sure to circle around the hollow of his underarm before scribbling in it, driving Xiao absolutely mad. Meanwhile, Venti had started pinching at the sides of his tummy, giving him quick, occasional raspberries that kept catching Xiao off-guard.

“Who’s better Xiao? It’s me, right?” Venti asked, blowing another raspberry as soon as he finished his sentence, making Xiao shriek.

Xiao couldn’t even formulate a proper sentence since he was so hysterical. Instead, he just shook his head, making Venti boo.

“What, you don’t think I’m the best? I’ll show you!”

“Just admit it, Venti! I’m a better tickler than you!” Hu Tao chuckled, now raking up Xiao’s ribcage as he hiccuped and laughed beneath her. “I’m better, right Xiao?”

In hopes of getting it to stop, he nodded his head, agreeing with Hu Tao as she finally stopped, punching a fist into the air.

“Yes! Take that, Venti!”

Venti grumbled, looking at Xiao evilly as he slowly recovered, glancing at Venti as he panted heavily.

“I think you’ve made a bad decision, Xiao~”

Xiao panicked, already squirming again as Venti started squeezing his hips, digging his thumb lightly into the hipbone as Xiao hollered, squealing when Venti simultaneously blew several raspberries on his tummy.

“VEHEhehenti! Nohohoho, I tahahake it back! I’m sohohorry, you’re behetter!!” Xiao gasped out, and he heard Hu Tao behind him gasp.

“Xiao! You lied to me? You know what happens when you lie, right~?”

“Nohohoho! I didn’t mehehean it!”

“Make up your mind, Xiao! Who’s better?” Venti taunted, still going after his hips in a cruel way before placing one more raspberry directly below his navel. Xiao shrieked.

“I cahahahan’t! I’m sohohorry!”

Hu Tao prodded at Xiao’s ribs, making him whine through his laughter as Venti continued to knead his hips, driving Xiao up the wall with ticklish agony.

“Stop! Stahahap! Plehehease, I cahahan’t!”

Hu Tao and Venti halted, giving Xiao a chance to breathe. Hu Tao released his arms and Venti got off of him, and the two of them sat on either side of Xiao, watching with soft smiles as he collected himself.

“Y-You two… you’re both good. Neither of you are better.”

“Eh, I’ll take it,” Venti said, chuckling as Xiao shot him a dirty look. Hu Tao helped Xiao sit up, giving him a quick hug as she giggled.

“I am better though, right?”

Xiao groaned, pushing Hu Tao away as she laughed. Venti hummed, looking over the horizon of Liyue as the sky turned a light shade of violet, showing that most of the sun had set.

“Well, it looks like we’ve had more than enough fun today. Wouldn’t you agree, Xiao? I’m sure you enjoyed yourself~” Venti teased, watching Xiao go red before standing.

“We should do this again sometime soon! How about tomorrow?” Hu Tao offered, picking up her bag as Venti nodded.

“Only if we get to tickle Xiao again!”

Xiao lightly pushed Venti, making the bard chirp before he jumped on Xiao’s back, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and his legs around his waist.

“Bye-bye Hu Tao!” Venti called, waving to the brunette as she waved back, skipping off towards Liyue.

“I’m not bringing you home…” Xiao mumbled, and Venti hummed.

“Are you suuure~?” He cooed, fluttering his fingers on Xiao’s neck as he gasped, scrunching up his shoulders.

“Fine! Just - Just don’t do that again.”

“Alright, but no promises for tomorrow!”

Xiao flushed as he walked Venti home, mind swirling as he smiled softly to himself. Today had been… fun.

#hu tao #xiao #venti #genshin impact #tickle fic

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t0shii · 3 years

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kirishima, denki and sero getting their feelings hurt by their s/o who didn't mean to hurt them and just said/did something mean in the spurt of the moment with happy ending?? i'm in the mood for angst and fluff lol, that's it, that's the tweet. </3

% you accidentally hurt their feelings

.! kirishima, denki, sero (sep) x gn!r

.! fluff (angst if u squint) / not proofread

.! ah tysm for the request! hope this fulfills your requests hehe

kirishima

- gives you the benefit of the doubt

- "they definitely didn't mean to do that" n ignores the sadness pooling in his heart :((

- but eventually he can hide his feelings anymore and it's obvious he's upset about something

- give him a big kiss pls :(

the both of you were just chilling in his dorm, having random conversations until the topic of quirks came up. "yeah i don't know my quirk is kind of, i don't know boring? it's not flashy like yours or bakugou's." he sighs "hm that's true, that's why i'm glad mine is cool." you chuckle and he basically deflates as your sentence progresses. "mhm." is all he says as he continues scrolling through his phone.

it's not til a little later you realize he's acting all gloomy and too quiet, "kiri? is something wrong?" you ask, sitting up to look at him properly. "and don't say 'no' because i can see something is wrong." he frowns, eyes turning glossy, "do you really agree that my quirk is boring?" he asks, looking down to his hands. "what? of course not! i think your quirk amazing. when did i say it was boring?" "earlier... i said my quirk was boring and you said 'that's true.'" you take his hand in yours, "kiri, i was agreeing that his is flashy. baby, just because your quirk is so flashy as bakugou's doesn't mean it's boring. i think your quirk is super interesting, plus it makes you look super manly!" you smile at him gently, "i never meant to say your quirk was boring, i'm sorry kiri." "you mean it?" "of course, there's not a single boring thing about you-" you press a kiss to his lips, "quirk included, my love."

denki

- sadly is used to people not really caring about his feelings

- so he just ignores it

- but isn't good at hiding his emotions, especially when he's sad so ofc you notice:(

- a big hug is needed

"denki, c'mon i just went over this." "i'm sorry y/n, i just can't understand it!" "yes you can if you'd actually try!" you'd trying your best to tutor your boyfriend in a subject he was struggling in but it was proving to be a waste of time, he wasn't retaining a bit of information. "i am trying y/n." he mumbles, "alright let's go over it again." you explain the problem again and help him work through it and though he has trouble concentrating because of what you said, he eventually finishes the assignment.

a few hours later, you're both laying in his bed. one hand combing through his hair while the other scrolls through your phone and his head is resting on your tummy you hear a soft sniffle. "kami? everything okay?" he feels like a fool for crying over something that happened so long ago, "yeah." he answers wobbly, "denki, baby, what's wrong?" you've already put your phone away by now, "it's nothing y/n, really." "babe, c'mon what's the matter?" you wipe a stray tear falling down his cheek with your thumb. "i was trying my best to understand earlier, i really was. i'm so sorry i can't be as smart as you or midoriya." immediately, you feel horrible for snapping at him earlier, "i'm sorry for saying that, and snapping at you. i shouldn't have and it was wrong of me. i know you're only trying your best to prepare for the exam, and i'm so so proud of you." "you mean it?" he sits up to look at you, "of course silly, i'm always proud of you! no matter what." you wrap your arms around his waist in a hug, "i'm sorry for hurting your feelings." "it's okay, if we keep hugging like this it'll make up for it."

sero

- is honest with you

- "hey babe, that kind of hurt my feelings."

- knows you wouldn't hurt him on purpose but is still upset ofc

- cuddles will make up for it, i promise

"babe, don't you think your hair is getting a bit long?" you ask, fingers running through sero's hair as he nuzzles his face deeper into the crook of your neck. "nuh uh, i've been wanting to grow it out," he answers arms tightening around your waist. "i thought you liked my hair long? i think it looks good" "i liked your shorter hair though." you mumble fingers twirling a strand of hair. "oh." "mhm" "so you don't think i look good with long hair? that hurt's my feelings y/n." he mutters, removing himself from your grasp, "no-" "really? i thought it looked really good." he frowns at you "no sero, baby, i think it looks good too! i thought you preferred your hair short though, so i always liked it too."

"but you think my long hair looks bad?" he crosses his arms, "not at all, i think you look handsome." now your frown deepens, "i didn't mean it like you look bad with long hair, i just said i liked your snort hair. you look good either way!" you sit up to face him, "sero, honestly i think you look good with your hair like it is, even if you had oh i dunno... a bowl cut, you'd still look hot." you nod, he chuckles and raises his eye brow, "oh really? so if i give myself a bowl cut right now you'd be all over me telling me how beautiful i am?" "of course i would." he sighs and nods, "i'm sorry for misinterpreting your words." he leans his forhead against yours, "no, i should've been more clear, i didn't mean to make you self conscious." you lean in to kiss him, "i'm not getting a bowl cut by the way." "that's fine with me, i like your hair how it is."

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jungwonenthusiast · 3 years

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Field Trip

A/N: I’ve been working on this pic for a while, I hope you guys like it :)

Pairing: Jake Sim x fem! reader

Word count: 5.2k

Genre: fluff, high school au

Warning: mentions of virginity loss and porn, occasional swearing, nothing else I think

“How many shirts should I take?” Jake asks you through your phone.

“Uhm, we’re there for three days so take four just incase.” you reply and you pack your suitcase as well.

You two were preparing for your five day field trip to New York which was happening tomorrow.

You packed your favorite jeans and hoodies and even a dress just in case. You can't help but romanticize the hell out of New York after being stuck in this small town all your life.

“How many pairs of underwear should I take?” he asks again and you giggle. He’s like a kid sometimes. “How many times do you think you’ll change your underwear?” you say while sitting on your suitcase to get it to zip closed.

“Probably three but I’ll take four just in case.”

“What a quick learner.” you say and you hear him scoff.

Jake has been your best friend since elementary school when you scraped your knee during tag and he took you to the nurse’s office. He’s been a sweetie since day one.

“I doubt I’m gonna get any sleep tonight,” you sigh. “I’m too riled up.”

“Same,” he sighs. “I wonder how many flashers we’ll run into.”

You laugh. “Why is that the first thing you think of you creep.”

“Hey now,’ he chuckles. “I thought that was the stereotype.”

You hop onto your bed and pick your phone up, it looks like Jake’s doing the same. All you can see are his eyes and a bit of his nose bridge. His dark hair has started to grow out and it was poking at his eyelids.

Your phone pings with a text from Jake. It’s a horrendous screenshot of you climbing over your phone to get into bed. You gasp.

“I’ll kill you.” you tell him as he’s holding in his laugh. “I will do it.”

His laugh bursts out of his throat, jolly and warm. “Why I love it.”

“I hate you so much. Delete it.”

“No way,” he bunches his brows. “You have an entire photo album dedicated to bad pictures of me.”

“And I also have an entire album dedicated to good pictures of you.” you roll your eyes.

“You do?” he asks. “That’s a bit fangirly of you.”

“Me? A fangirl? Maybe Madeline but not me.” you scoff.

“Madeline?” his voice perks up. “She likes me?”

“Yeah, I thought you knew this.” you swear that you’ve brought this up before. Maybe he just forgot.

“Nuh-uh.” he says.

“Well...” you say. “do you like her back.”

“I mean she’s nice but,” he hesitates. “not really.”

“Why not? She’s smart and super pretty. I'm so jealous of her hair.” you say. Madeline was a tan ginger girl with curly fiery hair down to the small of her back.

“You have nice hair.” he says nonchalantly.

You touch it and rub it between your fingers. “It’s whatever.”

He scoffs. “You’re too hard on yourself all the time.”

“I’m a teenage girl, I can’t help it.” You defend yourself, but he isn’t lying.

“I’m bored, can I come over?” he says suddenly.

“Tonight? We have school tomorrow.” you reply.

“Maybe I’ll just sleep over.” he says while turning over in his bed. “I don’t think our parents would care.”

Sleepover? You two hadn’t done that since you turned eleven.

“Where would you sleep?” you ask him, already imagining how this would go.

“I don’t know on the floor.” he shrugs.

“I’m not letting you sleep on the floor I’ll feel bad.” you argue.

“I don’t care, I’m the one who suggested it, plus I miss you dude, I wanna hang out.” he says and you smile.

“I saw you on Friday.”

“Yeah, a whole two days ago.” he gets up off his bed. “Okay I’ll be there in ten.”

“What-” you start but he cuts you off.

He brings the camera up close to his face and he flashes you a smile. “Bye!” he hangs up.

Your palms feel a bit sweaty and you brush them off on your pants. Why am I nervous? You guys have had plenty of sleepovers before but the rest of the boys were always there, probably passed out from beer or a sugar crash.

You tidy your room up a bit and prepare a little blanket bed on the floor right next to your actual bed.

You hear knocking at the door right when you expected, Jake was hardly ever late.

“Hola~” he says as he walks in with his backpack on. He takes his shoes off before skipping over to your room. You giggle to yourself.

He falls back onto your bed with a big sigh. “I missed being here.”

“Why? There’s nothing cool here. Your house is way cooler.” you say and he smiles.

“Well I can’t deny that,” he shrugs and you punch him in the arm. “you’re the one who said it.”

“We get it rich boy.” you roll your eyes and sit down next to him.

“I’m just playing,” he sits up. “you know that.”

“I hope you showered after practice,” you say. “I don’t want you stinking up my bed.”

He whips his head to you, looking a little bit offended. “I am very clean alright? Here smell my hair.” he shoves his head into your face.

You let out a strangled noise and try to push him away. “Okay, okay!”

“No smell it,” he keeps his hair up in your face, it’s tickling your nose. “smells like mangos right.”

Admitedly, he's right. It smells like mangos.

“Yes it does,” you squeak out. “now please respect my personal bubble.” you spread your arms out and create an imaginary bubble between you two. He tries to tug at your arm but you bellow in a robot voice. “PERSONAL BUBBLE PERSONAL BUBBLE.”

“Fine, fine.” he falls back onto your bed again, laughing. “Lets watch something.”

You follow suit and tug your laptop into your lap.

“Hold on,” you get up and close your window, it was starting to get too cold.

You shimmy under your covers and pull up Netflix.

“Scary movie?” you click on the horror section.

“Sure but you probably won’t be able to sleep.” he teases and you roll your eyes.

“That was years ago.” you start to scroll through the movies.

“Mhm, and I’m never letting you live it down.” he says with pride.

During freshman year the gang decided to go to Jay’s house to watch It together and it freaked you out so much that you went to sleep in the boys room rather than the guest room.

You click on Hush, a movie you’ve been avoiding because it’s about one of your biggest fears, a home invasion.

“I thought you hated this movie.” Jake says, crossing his arms. “I do, but I need to face my fears eventually right?” you click on it and get up to turn the lights off.

Jake soon gets under the covers as well. You both cringe and slap each other every time your feet touch.

“Yo yo yo yo watch out!” Jake whispers and pulls his hood over his head, something you both do when you’re nervous. You weren’t wearing a hoodie so you settled with a spare blanket and draped it over yourself like a cloak.

“Oh shit,” you whisper. “look behind you!” you yell at the main character.

By the end of the movie both of your bodies are stiff and sore from being so tense for two hours straight.

“I thought she was gonna die.” you sigh and you shut your laptop.

“Nah, they couldn’t kill the main girl.” Jake says, comfy and cuddled up in your duvet. “She was so smart.”

“Yeah she was.” you yawn and then kick Jake in the side. “Go to your bed.”

He groans. “It’s warm here though.”

“Go and I’ll make pancakes tomorrow.” you say.

He perks up and follows your orders.

You relax into your mattress, but you miss his warmth next to you. You ignore that.

Your alarm goes off at 6:30 and Jake sleeps right through it.

“How the hell does he get up in the morning?” you whisper. “Probably Leila.”

He’s sleeping on his side, cuddling a stuffed animal he must’ve stolen from your bed while you were asleep.

You stretch your back before washing up.

Jake’s POV

My serene sleep is interrupted by pokes at my shoulder.

“Get up poop.” she says. I almost forgot that I was at her house. I crack my eyes open to find her crouching next to me.

“Good morning.” I croak out.

“You stole ginger.” she points at the stuffed bunny in my arms.

“I was lonely.” I say before sitting up and rubbing my eyes. “What time is it?”

“7:30,” she says holding in a giggle. “go wash up so we can eat.”

“What’s so funny?” I ask her as she walks away. “You’ll see when you look in the mirror.” she says.

My eyes widen. Did she draw a dick on my forehead or something? I thought we swore to never do that.

I scramble to her bathroom to meet some gnarly bedhead. I have no clue how guys have good messy hair, my hair is either boring and flat or just messy.

“Jesus.” I say to myself and try to run my head under the sink.

I brush my teeth and secretly use her facial cleanser.

“So fancy.” I whisper while lathering it up on my face.

I can already hear her voice in my head when I’m drying off saying “don't forget to put lotion on, and face lotion, not body.”

A stack of pancakes is waiting for me in the kitchen, just as she promised.

“Thank you mom.” I say to her before digging in.

She sits across from me with her own plate of flap jacks. She looks so pretty this early in the morning. Her face is fresh and sparkly and her eye bags somehow just make her prettier. It’s cloudy out and I can tell she’s cold she way her body is bundled up in her chair.

I still remember the moment I realized that I liked her. It was seventh grade and we were at our town’s annual fair. She got a bit sick after a ride with a lot of loopdey loops so I stayed behind with her while the rest of the boys continued to go on every ride they pleased. She told me to go with them and that she didn’t want me to miss out but I said that it was fine and that I liked hanging out with her anyway. She smiled her bright smile at me and rested her head on my shoulder for a moment. Then she threw up on my shoes. Like projectile cotton candy, funnel cake, and other miscellaneous fair food vomit. And I didn’t even get that mad, I was more concerned for her. After that I figured I liked her, because if it were Jay I would’ve beat him up.

“Did you have any nightmares?” I ask her and she shakes her head.

“Nah, I dreamt that Sunghoon married a dolphin. It was weird.” she sighs.

I choke on my pancakes. “A dolphin?”

“Yeah,” she laughs. “his name was Jerry.”

“And it was a guy too?” I hold my chest, trying not to choke.

“Don’t judge their interspecies homosexual marriage. It was beautiful.” she laughs and takes a big gulp of water.

I’m almost crying at this point. “Best dream ever. I can’t wait to tell Sunghoon this.”

“No!” her eyes widen. “He’s gonna think I fantasized about it or something.”

“What?” I cock an eyebrow. “Everyone knows that dreams are uncontrollable sometimes.” “Still it’s weird. Imagine if someone told you that I dreamt of you marrying a dolphin. It’s be weird.” she says through a mouth of pancake.

“Did they have kids?” I cackle,

“I don’t know. How would that even work?”

“Maybe they had a surrogate or something.” I suggest.

“Oh god,” she shakes her head, smiling. “we need to stop. I feel like I'm violating him.”

“Alright, alright.”

“Should I wear this shirt or this sweater.” she asks me as we’re getting ready in her room.

“Sweater. It’s probably gonna be cold.” I say while tugging socks on.

“Shit you’re right. Then I won’t be able to wear this dress.” she holds up a little dress that flows out a bit from the waist.

“Bring it anyway and maybe you can wear it for a second so I can take pictures for you.” I suggest and she smiles.

“Good idea.”

We both settle of hoodies and jeans and say goodbye to her parents before hopping in my car.

We get to school right when people start getting on the bus to the airport. We throw our luggage into the bottom carrier and get in line.

“Yo!” I hear a familiar voice call as we get on. “We saved seats for you guys.”

Jay, Sunghoon, Heeseung, Jungwon, Sunoo, and Niki have already gotten comfortable in the back of the bus. Niki was already asleep. Y/N couldn’t help but pat his head before settling down next to Jungwon. The bus wasn’t a school one but one of those fancy ones they bring out once a year.

I sit down next to Sunghoon and dap him up.

“What’s up.” I say while putting my backpack down by my feet.

“Tired.” he says. “Valentina kept me up all night.”

I raise an eyebrow and he smirks.

“For real?” I ask and he nods. “No way.”

“Yeah way.” he says and holds up a fist.

I fist bump him and pat him hard on the shoulder.

“You’re a man now Sunghoon.” I congratulate him and he snickers.

“What does that make you then?”

“I’m taking my time alright? I’ll get there eventually.” I say, a little embarrassed.

I look back to check out what she’s doing when we start to drive off. She’s fast asleep with her cheek pressed against Jungwon’s shoulder. He looks like he’s about to dose off too. Cute.

Sunghoon and I watch a couple episodes of Death Note before we arrive at the airport. Sunoo shakes Y/N and Jungwon up.

She’s still groggy as we walk into the airport and grabs onto my arm for leverage. My heart jumps a little. It’s not often that we touch despite how much I think about touching her. I could stare at her back all day. She could ignore me for the rest of my life and I’d still be happy to be in her presence. Mental note to all of you: do NOT let your feelings get to this point.

Soon we’re on the plane and she chooses to sit next me. I silently celebrate. Sunoo and Sungoon behind us, Heeseung and Niki next to us, and Jay and Jungwon in front of us. Sunoo pokes his head over her seat.

“Do you have chapstick I can borrow.” he asks with his blonde hair flopping over his forehead.

She digs into her bag and hands him a small tin of lip balm.

“Thank you!” he says and she nods.

“Are you that tired?” I ask her.

“Mhm,” she sighs and shuts her eyes. “I forgot to drink coffee this morning.”

I put in my AirPods and start to watch Lady Bird. She looks over and takes an AirPods out of my ear.

“I wanna watch too.” she say and puts it in her own.

We take off for the six hour trip and soon Y/N is sound asleep. Her head kept dropping forward so I pushed it up and pulled it to rest on my shoulder. This was not on purpose. I can’t help but snap a picture of her and add it to the good pictures of her album. She looks so peaceful and comfortable and gorgeous. I lay my head on hers for a moment before continuing the movie.

Y/N’s POV

After two hours of unsatisfying sleep, and hour of gossip with Sunoo, and three hours of chit chat with Jake you finally arrive. You sit up and stretch as best as you can in the plane. You pull you backpack onto my back and get you luggage down from the overhead bin. It’s already five p.m. when we get off and your stomach is growling.

We take another bus to the hotel and you can’t help but admire the city life as we drive there.

You’re roomed with two other girls at the hotel but you don’t even bother unpacking. You know you’re gonna be in the boys’ room anyway.

Mrs. Gilroy gave us tonight to do whatever we wanted as long as we were back at the hotel by ten p.m.

You sneak into Jake, Jay, and Sunghoon’s room as soon as you can. And when you get there, it’s already a mess.

“Good lord.” you say as you’re met with clothes all over the floor and mini bottles of liquor on the beds.

“You guys are drunk already?” you scrunch your nose and drop your stuff in a corner of the room.

“No.” Sunghoon says to you lazily with a little smirk on his face. You can’t help but giggle. Sunghoon is pretty adorable when he’s drunk.

“Are you drunk too?” you turn to Jake and he shakes his head. His pink cheeks give him away though. “You’re all bad liars.”

“Lets go swim.” he says excitedly.

“There’s a pool? I didn’t bring a swim suit.” you say, bummed.

“Can we go later, I’m hungry.” Jay says and you agree.

“Me too.”

Jake tugs at your arm. “Come on~ we can order room service or ask Jay to get us something.”

“We can get you guys something.” Sunghoon says, pulling a hoodie over his head.

“Please?” Jake looks at you with shiny eyes. He’s and adorable drunk too.

You purse your lips and sigh. “Fine. But I don’t have anything to wear.”

“Just wear shorts and a shirt.” Jake says as he tugs his swim trunks out of his suit case.

“I didn’t bring shorts because you said it was gonna be cold.” you complain, crossing your arms.

“Uhm,” he stops for a moment. “you can wear my boxers then.”

You raise your eyebrows. “Huh?”

“What?” he looks at you. “They’re basically shorts. And they’re clean.”

You hesitate but then comply as always. He tosses you a pair of black Calvins.

You steal one of Jay’s shirts and make your way into the bathroom to change. You’re wearing a simple cotton bralette which should be fine for the pool. You bundle up the rest of your old clothes and stick them behind your backpack before heading out with Jake.

The pool is empty and huge and is only light by the lights inside.

“It’s so cold.” you rub at your arms as Jake sets your towels down at a seat.

“I’m sure the pool is heated.” he says and dips a toe in. “Yeah, it’s warm.” Before you can even reply, he tugs his shirt off and canon balls in. You turn your face to avoid getting splashed.

“How is it?” you call out as he emerges from the water. He shakes his hair around like a dog.

“It’s warm so come in, you look funny standing there.” he teases and you roll your eyes. You kick your sneakers off and try to make a peaceful jump in but you didn’t realize you were in the deep end. It takes you a moment to get your senses together and swim to the surface.

“Why is it deep?” you say, a bit out of breath.

Jake giggles at you. “Remember when we used to play and you were the mermaid and I was the-”

“Turtle companion.” you finish his sentence. “Yes, as clear as day.”

“Why couldn't I be a mermaid too? Why was a I a lame turtle.” he fusses.

“I’m sorry okay?” you laugh. “I was a mean child.”

“Yeah you were. I’ll never forgive you for shoving that clump of dirt in my mouth.”

You burst out laughing, flailing your arms in the water to try to stay afloat. “You deserved it!”

“I did not!” he protests.

“You cheated in handball! It was one hundred percent deserved.” you say, swimming over to him.

“I barely cheated!” he calls out, starting to swim away from you.

“Barely? I would’ve won and been champion of our grade if you hand’t pulled that shit!” you say, still laughing and swimming after him.

“Why are you chasing me?” he says while hopping around the pool where he can touch the ground.

“So I can shove another clump of dirt in your mouth.” you try your best to get him but your heavy cotton shirt is holding you back. You don’t let it stop you though.

You finally get to him and tug his arm. He yells as you push him underwater. He finds the ground though, and shoots up soon after.

“Are you trying to drown me?” he looks at you, astonished but giggly.

“Maybe.” you shrug before tackling him again. It had been a while since you two wrestled like this.

You’ve got him under water for a bit until he finds your rib cage and plunges you in. It’s hard to hold your breath while you’re laughing. You feel around for him and pinch his thigh only semi hard. He lets you go after that.

“I won!” you celebrate with your fists in the air.

“You used pain, that isn't fair.” he rubs at the area that you pinched.

“Don’t be a sore loser. I won fair and square.” you cross your arms. “Fine.” he admits his defeat. “that pinch hurt though, come kiss it better.”

Your face twists. “Nuh uh.” you say plainly.

“Please?” he asks. “I will drown myself right now.” You laugh at him.

“I will do it!” he insists.

“Okay, okay! I’m not to going to kiss your leg you weirdo but I’ll give you a hug.” you float over to him and wrap your arms around his shoulders. “I even pinched you lighter than I normally would.”

“I’m sensitive.” he says into your neck and you giggle.

His arms feel so right around your waist and you struggle to decide when to let go, so you just don’t, and neither does he. He holds you decently tight and you feel him pat your back.

You’ve hugged plenty of times before but it felt a little different this time. Probably because you’re pressed up against his bare skin. It makes you feel a bit sheepish.

You pull away from him. “Feel better now?”

He nods with a smile. His cheeks are pink, but this time it’s not from the liquor.

Jake’s POV

I can’t help but feel disappointed when she lets go of me.

I shouldn’t have patted her back that's a dad thing to do.

Her makeup has started to run down her face which makes me giggle.

“What?” she asks.

“Your mascara is making you look crazy.” I say and her hands fly to her face.

“Shit I forgot I had it on.” she attempts to wipe it away but all it does is smear it across her face.

“Here,” I say and float over to her. “I’ll help you.” this was not on purpose.

I hold her face as gently as I can in my hands and rub the runny mascara off with my thumbs. I dip my fingers into the water to get all of the bits off.

I want to kiss her so badly, but I know that I’ll never do it. Sometimes I get irritated at myself for not being able to confess. I think Jay and Sunghoon get irritated about it too.

“You talk about her all the time man just ask her out.”

I don't know why I can’t do it. If she rejects me she’ll do it nicely and things would go back to normal pretty soon. But I don’t think I could live knowing that my feelings would never be reciprocated. Sometimes I get a feeling that she likes me too but I can never be too sure.

“All gone.” I say and she thanks me.

She lets her self float on her back. She has a small smile on her face and she’s so pretty I could cry. There have been multiple times where I nearly cried over how much I like her.

“What are your thinking about?” I ask.

“You know I never know how to answer that.” she bleats. “My mind always goes blank when you ask.”

“Well try to remember what you were thinking about then.”

“Us.” she says plainly. “Us?” I questioned. “What about us?” “I don’t know, just how I met you guys and how happy I am to be friends with you all.” she says.

Oh. She meant all of us.

“Yeah me too.” I agree, trying not to sound down. “Who’s your favorite?”

She snorts. “I don’t have a favorite.”

“Of course you do,” I say. “and it better be me.”

“Why would it be you?” she jeers.

I frown. “Because we met first.”

“I’m kidding, of course you’re my favorite.” she admits.

“And why is that?” I egg her on and she rolls her eyes.

“Because we met first.”

I sigh. “Is that all?”

“Mhm.” she says.

Y/N’s POV

You’re met with InNOut that Sunghoon and Jay got and also a room full of teenage boys. The younger ones were laying on their stomachs on a bed together, watching something on a laptop. Sunghoon and Jay were trying to watch t.v. You say trying because of the furious clicking on the remote.

“What the hell are you guys trying to do?” you and Jake plop onto the one empty bed.

“Trying to find the porn.” Jay grumbles.

“Infront of the children?” you look over at the younger ones.

“They don’t care they’re watching YouTube.” he says, still clicking.

You take a bite of your burger. “You have an endless arena of porn on your phone why do you want the t.v. one?”

“The t.v. makes it special.” Sunghoon says.

“Weird.” you mutter to yourself. “They’re probably gonna make you pay for it too.” Jake chimes in.

“Do you think it’ll go to the school’s credit card or whatever?” Jay asks with wide eyes.

“I don't know but if it does they’ll know it’s from our room.” he says through a full mouth.

You grab pajamas out of your bag and head to the bathroom to shower.

You come out feeling fresh and the younger ones have gone back to their room now.

“My turn,” Jake says, walking into the bathroom.

You sit next to Sunghoon on his bed and start scrolling through your phone.

“Should I get this sweater or this one.” he holds his phone up to you and shows you light blue sweater and a black one.

“Second one.” you say.

“Really?” he questions. “I feel like it’ll make me look emo.”

“You should become emo honestly. It would look good.” you reply and he chuckles.

“You’d have to help me with my eyeliner every morning.”

“Yeah,” you giggle “wait can I do it right now? I wanna see how you’d look.”

“Right now?” he cocks a brow and you nod. “Okay but don’t give me raccoon eyes.”

“I won’t I won’t.” you rush over to your bag and bring your make clutch to the bed.

“Hold still.” you tell him as you give him smokey winged liner.

“It tickles.” he says, trying not to blink too much.

“Beauty is pain.” you clean up the wing with your nail.

In a couple minutes you’re done. “Finished." you say.

“Lemme see.” he grabs a hand mirror from your clutch and holds it up to his face. “Hold on. This looks kinda good.”

“Right?” you had to admit it; he looked gorgeous.

“Why are you so pretty?” Jay says from his bed.

Soon Jake came out of the shower and it was hard to deny how good looking he is especially with his damp hair. How could someone make a t-shirt and sweats look so good? He dumps his laundry by his bag.

“Does Sunghoon have makeup on?” he asks, settling onto his bed.

“Yeah doesn’t it looks nice?” you ask and he agrees.

“Y/N are you gonna sleep here or in your room.” Jay asks.

“I thought I would just sleep on the floor here.” you suggest and he furrows his brows.

“No that’s mean. Share a bed with someone.”

“You should sleep with Jake.” Sunghoon elbows you in the side and you shoot him a dirty look. “We all know he wants you to anyway.”

“Fuck off Sunghoon.” Jake looks over at him with a piercing stare, a contrast to his pink cheeks.

“Is it okay if I do?” you ask him and he nods.

“Yeah for sure.”

Sunghoon snickers.

“I hate you.” Jake scowls.

After a couple hours of watching movies and horsing around it’s nearly midnight and your eyes are getting heavy.

You crawl under the covers and scroll on your phone a bit before trying to sleep. Despite how tired you are it’s hard to sleep with the boys chatting and snickering to each other.

“Can you guys quiet down?” you ask them.

“Sorry.” Jay says.

After maybe an hour of sleep, you feel someone get on the bed. Probably Jake, you think to yourself. His little sighs as he gets comfortable are cute.

“You awake?” he whispers.

“Mm?” you turn on your side to face him. “Yeah.”

“Cool.” he says. The room is dark but the moonlight helps you make out the outline of his face.

‘What’s up?” you ask.

“Nothin.” he says and you giggle.

“Okay weirdo. Go to bed.” you close your eyes, stilling facing him though.

“I’m not tired.” he says.

“Count sheep.”

“That never works for me.” he sighs. “Sing me to sleep.”

You try to slap him in the arm but you end up hitting his face. “Oh shit sorry!”

“Ow!” he whines. “Why do you keep hurting me?”

“It was an accident!” you whisper and rub at his cheek a bit.

“Now I actually deserve a hug.” he pouts and you roll your eyes.

“You are not five years old.”

“I still want the hug.” he says plainly and you sigh.

“Fine.” you scooch over to him and pull him into your chest. You pat his back. “There there. Better now?”

He shakes his head. “It still hurts.”

“You’re embarrassing yourself.” you scoff.

“I have no shame when it comes to your affection, you should know that by now.” he smiles.

You feel his arm fall over your waist and his hand slide up your back. It gives you goosebumps.

You’re cuddling with him. You guys are cuddling right now. You think to yourself. No you’re not, you’re just...hugging. Right?

Jake pulls away to look at you. “I need to tell you something.”

“Are you gonna say your mom again?” you ask and he shakes his head.

“No,” he says giggling. “it’s something for real.”

“Okay what is it?”

He takes a sharp inhale. “I like you.” he winces.

Your heart jumps a bit. “I know.”

“What?” he laughs. “You’re very obvious about it.” you chuckle. “Are you rejecting me?” he asks and you shake your head.

“I would never.” you pull him in by the back of neck and push your lips against his.

#enhypen #enhypen jake #ehypen fluff #enhypen Jake fluff #Jake Sim fluff #Kpop fluff

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HMM??

Uhm hello, this is my first nswf fic.... um yea. ✌🏽

Mikasa x female-bod reader

They go to college.

Warnings: A little bit of sexual assault.

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Another day in class, another day being wasted from my life. The professor kept rambling on and on about his family, nothing related to school. Honestly, the only thing that kept me going to school was Mikasa.

Blessing my eyesight, flirting and knowing how to cheer me up, Mikasa was there for me. Although, she and I had been strong friends for a while, being around her made me want to be more than friends. A part of me tells me to stay as friends, but the greedy side of me wants her to—

“Y/N! What did I just say?”

I looked up to see the professor staring at me, and so was the rest of the class. Oh shit, I thought. “Sorry sir, I wasn’t listening” I replied, honestly. Some classmates laughed, turning back to the front of the class. The teacher went on with the lecture as I sighed, waiting for the bell to ring for lunch.

———-time skip—————

“Hey Y/N!!” I turned around and saw Mikasa jogging towards me, two lunch bags in her hand. “I didn’t keep you waiting did I?”

I grinned, “No you didn’t, what did they give out for lunch though? I hope it’s not a peanut butter jelly sandwich, again.” I examined the bag in her hand and looked back up to see her grinning back at me. Arching a brow, I walked closer to her while she gave me a bag.

“It’s chicken tenders,” she said, as we sat on the bench together and started eating our lunch. “Thank you,” I said, mouthful of food. She scrunched her nose and smiled in response. “Hey, are you going to that party later tonight?” I asked, popping a baby carrot in my mouth. “Depends, are you going?” She said, wiping her lips with a tissue.

I shrugged, “I could use some fun.” Mikasa smiled smugly, leaning in closer to me, our faces inches apart. “I know how we could have some fun,” She whispered, looking down at my lips. I felt my face heat up, as my mind wanders off to what she could possibly mean.

“What are you thinking of, sweetie?” She cooed. My eyes flickered from her eyes to her lips rapidly, as she kept in leaning closer while I backed up, trying to keep some distance. Eventually, my lower back hit the arm of the bench, Mikasa trapped me with one hand close to my waist and the other laid on the backrest. We stayed in that position for awhile, until she broke the silence.

“We can go to the party together, if you’d like. I have no other plans tonight.” She said, backing away from me and sitting back straight. “I hope you weren’t thinking about anything dirty in your precious little brain of yours,” she said. I shook off my thoughts and got up to throw my trash away, Mikasa following along.

I scoffed, playfully. “Please, I have way more dirtier thoughts than you could ever think of,” I said, looking back at her. “I’m not sure about that, princess,” she said, eyeing me up and down. I walked towards her and smirked, “wanna find out?”

————-time skip——————

I put on my new black heels as I finished getting ready for the party. I sauntered around my room, a short and black spaghetti-strapped dress that hugged my curves along with my freshly washed hair flowing with each step I took. Mikasa offered to take us to the party, knowing that I am a terrible driver, and she’s probably outside waiting for me. Grabbing my keys and purse, I headed out and walked towards her car.

“You look sexy,” Mikasa complimented, as I entered the car. She wore a black suit that showed off her cleavage and broad shoulders, a few silver rings on her fingers that you’d just want to have wrapped around your throat. “Same to you,” I said, smiling at her. I buckled in my seatbelt as we drove off to the party.

As we walked inside the building, the rhythm and beats from the loud speakers travelled from the floor right into my chest. Almost as if my heart was beating along with the music. “Want a drink?” Mikasa asked loudly, putting a hand around my waist. I nodded and we walked to the bar, both getting a glass of alcohol.

A few minutes later, the alcohol kicked in. Mikasa only had one drink, since she has to drive, whereas I had a couple. “Hey, do you want to dance?” I looked up to see a girl in front of Mikasa, hair tied in a ponytail and a dark blue dress that showed off her cleavage and pale legs.

Mikasa looked at the girl and back at me. “Do you think you can be by yourself for a while?” She asked me, analyzing my state. I slightly nodded, even though, deep down I hated the idea.

As the girl led Mikasa to the dance floor, I turned back to my drink to finish it. Sipping and checking my phone for a while, the music started to lure me to go on the dance floor. I turned away from my empty glass and looked at the crowd of people dancing along to the beat. I spotted Mikasa and the girl, dangerously close to each other. The girls hands were all over Mikasa, but she didn’t seem to mind.

I hate this, I fucking hate this.

I started walking towards the crowd of people, chanting the same words over and over again in my head, until I let the music consume my body. I hate seeing her with someone who isn’t me. I danced along to the beat, ignoring my own thoughts.

Moments passed, and I was still submerged in the crowd of people, if Mikasa tried to find me it would be impossible. As I kept on dancing, I felt a pair of arms wrapped around me. Flinching and turning around, I saw a tall and pale man, he looked to be around his 40s.

“Hey pretty lady, why are you alone tonight?” He said, wrapping his arms tighter. I started feeling uncomfortable, trying to tug his arms away from me. “Don’t resist baby, it’ll only make me want you more.” He said, mockingly.

“What the fuck,” I muttered. “Excuse me?” Realizing he heard me, I shrugged off his hands and turned to face him. “I said, what the fuck,” I shouted, knowing that other people heard. “Listen hear you bitch-”

“Y/N” I turned to where I heard the voice and saw Mikasa walking through the crowd towards me. “What’s going on?” The man started towering over me, yelling and pointing his finger. Feeling more enraged, from Mikasa dancing with another girl, to an old and disrespectful man trying to tell me off, I had to get rid of my anger. So I did

The crowd gasped as my fist hit hard across the mans face, his nose bleeding and eyes wide. As I lunged further to attack the man, a hand grabbed my shoulder to keep me back. “Hey, stop. It’s okay,” Mikasa whispered into my ear.

“Oh, fuck off,” I groaned, shrugging off Mikasa’s grasp. I looked back at her to see sad eyes peering down at me. “This fucking bitch just slapped m—” A hand struck across the mans cheek, again, except this time it was Mikasa. I heard the crowd gasp again, and all of a sudden I’m being pulled towards the exit.

As Mikasa pulled me towards her car and got me in, I still felt the alcohol slightly buzzing through me. “Hey, are you okay?” Mikasa asked worriedly, after getting in the car and closing the door. I stared at her through my lashes, internally rolling my eyes. “ Yeah, I’m doing just great,” I exclaimed, sarcastically. Mikasa furrowed her eyebrows, as she started the car and drove out the parking lot.

“Hey, I’m sorry I left you alone, and left you to deal with that expired dude,” Mikasa said. “It’s okay,” I lied, trying to hide the fact that I hated every minute of tonight’s event. As Mikasa kept driving, eventually going into my driveway, Mikasa looked back at me. “Thanks for the ride,” I said hurriedly, unbuckling my seatbelt.

“Wait, are you sure you’re okay?” Mikasa asked, grabbing my wrist to stop me from leaving. “I’m fine Mikasa,” I snapped, waiting for her to take her arm off. “Y/N.... tell me what’s going on.” I furrowed my eyebrows, glaring at her. “Nothings wrong with me,” I said. “You sure? This whole night you haven’t been being yourself,” Mikasa said, turning the car off and facing me. I looked at her with squinted eyes, wondering if I should just tell her then and there.

“How did you know I wasn’t being myself, Mikasa?” I asked , questionably. Why the hell would she try to study me when she was the one that left and danced with someone else. I scoffed at my thoughts as I folded my arms, waiting for a response. Mikasa took her rings off and put them in the cup holder, eyeing me up and down with a smirk.

“Or is it because........you’re jealous?” Mikasa said, one side of her mouth tugged upwards as she gave me a goofy grin. “Hmm? Did I make you jealous?” She cooed. “Fuck you,” I said, trying to get out of her car. “Nuh uh,” Mikasa muttered, grabbing my wrist, again, and tugging me back into the seat as I tried to open the door.

As soon as she got me to sit right back in her car, she towered over me, a hand traveling up to my throat and gripping it. Using that grasp, she tugged my upper body toward hers until we were so close, our breathes mingling. I hitched when I realized how close we were. Just three more inches and I would probably get to taste her, I thought.

But before I knew, my body moved on it’s own and my lips tried to attach to hers, until the hand that was once on my throat went to the side of my face, forcing my movements to a halt. Mikasa arched an eyebrow, dragging her thumb along my bottom lip. I could do nothing but stare at her lips, her strong grasp didn’t allow me to move closer or further from her.

“Did you get jealous, princess?” Mikasa whispered, tugging my bottom lip, exposing my bottom teeth. I glanced into her eyes, and back to her lips, nodding slowly. “Do you like me?” I glanced back into her eyes again, heart beating faster from that question. “Hmm?” Mikasa whispered, the pad of her thumb still placed on my lips.

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, preparing myself to come clean. As I slowly nodded, Mikasa let out a breathy chuckle. “Do you want me?” She husked, her other hand gliding down to my exposed thigh, firmly gripping it. Nodding for the third time, I let out a hitch when she squeezed my thigh and dragged her fingertips to my knee.

“Words, sweetheart,” Mikasa cooed. “Yes..... Mikasa,” I answered instantly. Removing her grasp from my face, she held the back of my neck. “C’mere,” Mikasa muttered, bringing my face closer to hers. As soon as I felt another pair of warm lips against mine, I instantly moved, desperate for any warmth given by the woman I’m in love with.

Our lips moving in sync, as the car was filled with wet and lewd noises. Moments after, I felt Mikasa’s tongue gliding against my bottom lip. Slightly opening my mouth, she shoved her tongue and ran her fingers through my hair. Minutes of making out, everything started getting hotter. As I felt my panties getting wetter and wetter and the throbs on my pussy, I clenched my thighs and whimpered against her lips.

Mikasa caught on and slowly pulled away, our lips glossy and cheeks pink. She looked down to my clenched thighs and back up at me. “Oh?” She muttered breathlessly, trailing her hand up my thigh. “Are you aroused?”

“Shit, Mikasa pleas-”

“Get in the house,” Mikasa husked, opening her car door. “Now.”

As soon as I opened the front door, Mikasa shoved me in the house and cornered me against the wall. Attaching her lips against mine, I wrapped my arms around her neck and she wrapped hers around my waist. Our breasts pressed up together, one of her legs was between mine. My hand traveled in her hair as she trailed her kisses down my neck, biting and kissing over the skin.

She momentarily stopped marking me and her breathe fanned over my ear. “You sure you want this?” She said, softly caressing my sides. “Wait, do you like me too, Mikasa?” I asked, wondering if this might become a mistake. She just smiled and gave me a soft kiss on my neck. “Why else would you think I keep teasing you?”

“Because you’re a player,” I joked, giving a pout. Mikasa chuckled softly, leaning in to give me a soft peck on my cheek. “ I love you... Y/N,” Mikasa whispered, kissing my lips once again. “Then why did you dance with the other girl,” I asked sternly against her lips.

“Hmm? To make you jealous,” she cooed, biting my bottom lip. My breath hitched and I wrapped my arms around her waist. “I can see that it worked,” Mikasa smirked, her hand holding my face.

“Just shut up and fuck me,” I said, bringing her in back closer. “Glady,” she said, tugging my body towards her and attaching her lips against mine. Continuing our makeover session, I pushed her towards my bedroom, opening the door and closing it.

“Off,” Mikasa whispered breathlessly, tugging at my dress. I stepped back and took it off, then putting my hands on her shoulders. I looked at her for approval to take off her suit and she nodded, latching onto my lips. I struggled trying to take it off her arms, so Mikasa pried it off and wrapped her arms around me. After the blazer was off, she leaned down, undoing her pants and gliding it down her legs. Both us were just in our undergarments.

Our breasts pressed against each other, as she turned us and shoved me onto the bed, hovering over me. Staring into each other eyes, I broke the distance, pulling her towards me by tugging on her bra straps. Giving each other a soft peck, her hands fiddling with the hook of my bra. “May I?” I nodded, allowing her to take my bra off. She kissed both of my breasts, and then slowly trailed her way to my neck.

She pulled off of me to take her bra off as well, throwing both of them to the side of the bed. I leaned up to give her another kiss, both of us against each other. I fiddled with the band of her panties, and she got the hint, taking off her panties. Gliding her hand up my legs, she gripped the elastic to my panties and slowly tugged it down.

Both of us had nothing on us. Mikasa nestled her body against me between my thighs as I laid down onto my sheets. Our lips syncing with one another, our arms wrapped around each other. “Fuck, baby,” Mikasa gasped, trailing her kisses down my body. Eventually she stopped her movements, staring at me.

“Can I taste you?” Mikasa asked, gently rubbing my thighs. I nodded, slowly opening my legs to give her access. She grunted, seeing my pussy glisten. She leaned down, I felt her breath so close to my pussy. Closing the distance, she landed a soft kiss to my clit, as a soft moan went past my lips.

Softly sucking and kissing my clit, she entered two fingers in me, caressing the rough bumpy spot. Minutes passed and I let out more moans as Mikasa kept flicking my clit with her tongue and rapidly pressing my g-spot. “Wa-wait, I might-” I whimpered, feeling the pressure in my bladder. I looked down to see her looking up at me through her lashes. Her fingers still torturing me and her mouth latched onto my clit.

“Shit, Mikasa. I-I’m gonna make a mess,” I groaned, one hand traveling towards her head to gently pull her off, avoiding the urge to cum right then and there. She saw my resistance, smirking and flicked her tongue faster. My hand went back down onto the bed, grasping the sheets. She chuckled as she saw me squirming around, my legs coming in closer around her head. My walls clenched around her fingers, and she groaned.

A few seconds later, I squirted all over her fingers, whimpering as Mikasa kept going. More juices squirting out as she kept hitting the g-spot and flicking my clit. “Let it all out baby,” Mikasa cooed. I let out shrieks and gasps, coming down from high.

Gasping and trying to collect my thoughts, I laid on the bed, sprawled out. Sweat coated my body, and I could tell the sheets were soaked. Mikasa got up from between my thighs and came up to my neck, giving it a kiss. “Say ahhh,” Mikasa spoke softly. I hesitantly opened my mouth, and Mikasa shoved her fingers into my mouth. I moaned around her fingers, and she shoved them further down my throat, making me gag.

She leaned in closer, and I then saw her chin glistening from the mess I made. Fuck. She came towards my ear and whispered, “You know, I never knew you could be this filthy, princess.” I whined while sucking her fingers harshly. She groaned, pulling her fingers out of my mouth, a string of saliva connecting my lip and the tip of her finger. “Fuck,” She muttered, gazing at me with dark eyes.

“Mikasa....” I called in a soft voice, “please sit on my face.” She looked taken aback, peering at me with wide eyes. “Please,” I begged, grabbing her thighs. Mikasa nodded, gradually setting her thighs beside my face, her cunt fully displayed. “You sure? You don’t have to—” Mikasa was interrupted when I pulled her down onto my face, mouth exploring every inch of her precious pussy.

Moans and whines filled the room, but this time it was Mikasa’s. She grunted, tugging my hair, as I alternated fucking her hole and circling her clit with my tongue. I felt her cunt drip down to my cheeks, and I held her hips tighter. Minutes passed and Mikasa’s moans got louder, and her pussy throbbed against my tongue.

“Fuck I’m close,” she whimpered, moving her hips against my mouth. I looked up with dark eyes, her face flushed and her hair stuck to her forehead from the sweat. I continued my movements, eager to have her cum. Her legs started shaking, louder gasps and groans flowed from her mouth. And eventually, she came onto my mouth, hips stuttering and rapid breathing.

She slowly got off, as I licked my lips and stared at her with a goofy grin. “Was it okay?” I asked, as she laid next to me. She turned to look at me, chuckling softly. “I loved it, I love you,” she whispered, bring her arms to hug me. I smiled, hugging her back, “ I love you, too.” Our breasts pressed together, but it wasn’t sexual, it felt comforting. “Hey, Mikasa,” I said, “will you be my girlfriend?”

She chuckled and rested her head on my chest

“of course.”

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Hi, um I’m kind of new. I have been reading ffcs for a long time, and I just thought of making one because I’ve been thinking about Mikasa 24:7.... lmfao yeaaa

Also, I don’t even know how this app works, so I’m trying lmfao

#mikasa aot #mikasa x reader #mikasa smut #aot smut #attack on titan #mikasa ackerman #shingeki no kyojin mikasa #mikasa fanfiction #anime

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A Man Who Plays Volleyball.

happy birthday my beloved little anime boy, Ushijima Wakatoshi!

summary and warnings!: OC!Yuri-Chan (they are there as you, the reader!) x Wakatoshi, fix it fic! Shiratorizawa wins to go to the Nationals; angst, descriptions of parental abuse, descriptions of anxiety, flashbacks, a form of s/lf h/rm, accidental cause to injury, unwanted touching, a creepy guy, divorce drama, this story describes the suppression of men’s mental health, a good spoonful of fluff at the end

word count; ~10k words

a/n: this was SUPER rushed. but, i love him. you have no idea how much i saw myself in satori. in wakatoshi. i love shiratorizawa. may this alternate universe make the original ushijima wakatoshi smile :)

The Shiratorizawa volleyball player, Ushijima Wakatoshi walked home. He carried his volleyball clothes in a duffel bag. He wore a white hoodie with a purple outline. It said, printed, “Ushijima #1” on the back. He walked in silence. Because he preferred it. He felt tired.

The Miracle Boy felt tired. The crickets in the warm farm fields began to buzz with the swift wind that came from behind. He closed his eyes and stopped. He softly smiled as he looked up at the cloudy autumn sky. The sun was setting.

How long has he waited for this day; His eyes, to anyone else, would be dull. But that day, after his battle against Karasuno, they sparkled like freshly oiled olives. His hairdo was gently ruffled as a train passed by to his left, and he took a deep breath. He pumped his fist as a tear went down his cheek.

“I won.”

Once the Miracle Boy arrived home; He placed away his uniform in a laundry machine, and gently sucked on a popsicle. He blinked a few times, watching the machine churn and churn and churn and churn and churn and churn and- His lower back ached. He leaned against the wall, continuing to gently bite the tip. Satori once called him insane for biting ice cream.

“Doesn’t it hurt?!” Satori cried during their summer training. Wakatoshi had offered his land to use for training. Coach Washijo had taken the offer with happiness. He had bit his thick popsicle in response. “No.”

Wakatoshi turned to a sob from the threshold. There sat on its diaper ass one of the Ushijima twins, Kazane, who blinked. She had a straight bob and palm green eyes. She whined.

The boy sighed. He gently bent down and picked her up. She babbled stupidly and gripped at his hair, then whined more for his popsicle. “No.” He continued to bite it and he frowned as Kazane started to whimper. Wakatoshi now began to bounce her and he looked at his uniform as it continued to wash. She stopped making noises and instead clung onto him.

“Wakatoshi? Wakatoshi have you seen—?” He let his mother find him as she sighed. She had straight black hair, one that was in a messy bun since she gave birth to the twins.

“Hello Oka-san.”

“Wakatoshi, you know she can’t have ice cream!” She said, exasperated.

“I know that. She is trying to take it.” He continued biting it.

“Here, gimme,” Ms. Ushijima took Kazane, and let her soft cry in her neck. Wakatoshi simply continued to look at the swirl of his clothes. “I called your father.”

Wakatoshi turned, and he blinked. Once. Twice. His eyebrows furrowed, but he straightened himself up. “Is he not busy?”

“Yeah, but you know, it’s nice because you‘re going to Nationals-, isn’t that what you wanted, Wakatoshi?”

The boy sucked on the stick as the machine stopped. He went down to take the uniform, and began to fold. “Yes.”

She sighed, “Stop acting dramatic. I know you’re happy. Oh- I also invited your girlfriend over.” Wakatoshi now walked past his mother, and his baby sister as he went to his room. He hung his shirt and pants. Ms. Ushijima followed him, “I suggest you wear some nice formal wear, got it? And I want you both in the family room.”

“I was thinking of a nice berry bush, a purely platonic meeting. In the back—?”

“Ugh, fine. Whatever. Sure. Remember to change Mayumi’s diapers.”

Yuri had met Wakatoshi at the side door of his house. Yuri hopped up and gave him a kiss to his jawline. “Good afternoon, ‘Toshi-Chan!”

Wakatoshi blushed. He held his cheek. “Afternoon, my flower.”

The wind that messed up Yuri’s hair passed, and Wakatoshi with no hesitation helped them fix it, after a soft question if he could. He gently petted their hair back.

The couple sat peacefully in the bushes. Yuri, after the wind, then went to the strawberry bushes and started to pick. They hummed as they put them in a small bucket, as Wakatoshi instructed them to, and rinsed them in a bucket his Grandfather made. After that, they handed the small fat berry to his hand, as he cut off the top part of the berry.

“The leaves are edible, but are annoying to the throat. It’s better to mush them together, since they have good properties for the body.” Wakatoshi explained. Yuri giggled in response, continuing to pick a few more, with a here and there bite to the smallest one.

Yuri might even turn around, and coo, “Look at this, ‘Toshi-Chan! Aw, it’s no bigger than my thumb!” At which Wakatoshi leaned over, uncomfortably on the small blanket his Mother gave him, before nodding. “Do you want to name it? Like a child?”

“Oh great idea! How about, hmm, Plate!”

“Hm?”

“Because strawberries, and plate berries!”

“Ah.” Wakatoshi nodded, and he gave them a small side of the mushed leaves. “This should be enough for both of us. Do you think so?”

“Mhm! Oh, how are the twins?”

Wakatoshi leaned back and took a deep breath. Kazane cried so much he had to wake up Grandmother Nijiko for it. She complained loudly, but went over and in a few hours the silence was gone. Mayumi singlehandedly ate the rest of the prepared milk bottles his Mother made. Wakatoshi lost approximately 3.26 hours of sleep. “They are well.” He said.

“Oh! They’re the cutest!! With their little soft lettuce cheeks-! I can’t wait until I can feed them little berries!” Yuri popped one in their mouth.

“Mayumi-tan loves blueberries. Especially playing with them. Kazane-tan prefers spitting the strawberry seeds in my hair.”

“No wonder you take so many showers, Wakatoshi-Chan!” He ate a bit of the mush, and he looked above at the clouds. Yuri laid next to him, and dipped their finger in the mush.

“Satori-kun told me- you- uh, you got mad. I was wondering where you were after the game.”

“We had to celebrate. Besides that, I could not charge my phone. The TV crew took up all the outlets.”

“Aw, bummer! But still, Wakatoshi-Chan~,” Yuri poked his side. He twitched in response. “You got mad. It was a close game.”

Wakatoshi ate another strawberry dipped in mush. “I won. Do not worry. I am okay.” Yuri laid on their stomach and pouted. “Promise?”

“I would never lie to you, Yuri-Chan.”

“Good. Then critique me on my violin, okay!”

He nodded, as Yuri brought out their violin case. Being best friends with Satori, all sorts of little stickers were on it, especially a large Pokémon one. Wakatoshi crossed his legs as Yuri took their violin out, and their bow. They hummed quietly, tuning the violin and hastily rubbing rosin on the bow. They used the bow on the violin, once- twice -the first made Wakatoshi fear the twins would wake up from their nap- before Yuri played.

The Swan.

Wakatoshi laid back. Yuri closed their eyes, leaning into their instrument, and played. The wind picked up again. And Wakatoshi closed his eyes.

Yuri and he met in freshman year. Wakatoshi saw Yuri come in, shy.

“I am so sorry! I thought this was the auditorium.” Wakatoshi had just worked out. He assumed in their vision, this would be attractive and more romantic. To him he felt more comfortable and relaxed.

“It’s a few more blocks down. But I believe the Coach will not allow music.” Seeing Yuri’s jolt of embarrassment, Wakatoshi added, “But I believe outside is a perfect place to play. I would help you, but I know the plants shall tell you what to do.”

And here, as the wind guided Yuri’s fingers, their bow, the soft and intimate touches to the strings, did Wakatoshi hear how his advice had really counted. From Day 1 to Day Now, their improvement let him smile quietly in pride. They were perfect.

After a few days of waiting for a response from Wakatoshi’s father, it was settled and official. He would join them that night for dinner.

Yuri held onto Wakatoshi’s arm, their middle finger writing characters he could not decipher. He looked around at Grandmother Nijiko holding the twins. Kazane was in a little blue robe and Mayumi in red. His mother opened the door to the wardrobe for Wakatoshi. He wore a tight white shirt, and black sleek pants. He observed a royal purple kimono.

Yuri gulped as they watched his mother gently pinch his ear, “Nuh uh, do the Atlantic Blue.”

“I believe it is Pacific Blue.” Wakatoshi responded as he took that instead, and dawned it. He helped Yuri with their kimono.

“Wow, your family is like, really traditional, Wakatoshi,” they said quietly, looking at Wakatoshi.

“It’s my father’s arrival. Oka-san likes it like this.” He paused, before he continued to help them put it on, “and Oba-san, of course.”

Wakatoshi could not admit it, but he did appreciate it too. The clan was well, they just valued the importance of continuing to be perfect. It was only in their strict rules he did not want his new siblings to be subjected to. Wakatoshi glanced at his left hand. as he tied Yuri’s pink clothes together.

“‘Toshi, remember to smile.” Ms. Ushijima reminded him.

Wakatoshi grimaced. “Yes Oka-san.”

Yuri squeezed his hand, and looked up at him. He gently smiled back.

“Yuri-kun, make sure Wakatoshi doesn’t go on about volleyball again!” Grandmother Nijiko said. His smile faded.

His mother went from the twins, to going to him and attacking his stance.

Ms. Ushijima went on her tippy toes, muttering and complaining about his height, then how his hair was so dry, how he needed to use lotion more, and how filthy he was.

Yuri only stared at their feet. The Ushijimas stared at Wakatoshi, having his mother flick his ear and pinch at his stomach. “Stop eating so much rice! Obviously this sport isn’t putting off enough weight, eh?”

The doorbell rang. Finally, Wakatoshi took a gulp of fresh air as his mother went to the door.

It opened. Wakatoshi couldn’t stop smiling.

Everything seemed to blur and fade into each other. Wakatoshi took his coat. Yuri was taken away. The twins began to cry and whine for food. Ms. Ushijima said nothing.

The dining room in the Ushijima home was tiny. The dinner table was small, made of driftwood from Wakatoshi’s great grandfather. The clinking of dishes were mixed in with the twins crying. Yuri sat uncomfortably. Wakatoshi only ate as he looked at his father.

Mr. Utsui Takashi barely had hair- he was balding. He had a curly like stubble though, and he had developed an annoying, wheezing-like cough after inhaling any sort of food. It seemed his vision got worse, since he had thought the twins were identical. He had to take a double take to Yuri and Wakatoshi before laughing and embracing him tightly. His hands were disgusting. He smelled of fish and B.O.

But Wakatoshi put his face in his neck, and embraced him thrice as tightly once he had seen him minutes ago. Wakatoshi nearly lifted his father from the ground. Now, as Wakatoshi picked at his small serving of possibly 382 pieces of rice and steak, he watched his father talk to Yuri.

“Ah, Wakatoshi, she is so cute! Ooh~,” he pinched Yuri’s cheek who giggled and thanked him, a little awkward. Wakatoshi ate his steak, a little curve on his lips from their interaction.

“Utsui-san, I am so excited! I cannot believe you came all this way, because ‘Toshi-chan is going to nationals!” Yuri smiled.

Wakatoshi’s grandmother stopped feeding the twins and sighed. “It’s not why he came.”

The young man felt the steak he swallowed start to froth in his mouth. He forced it down, and turned to his father. “What is the news that you have?”

“I got fired from my job.” Mr. Utsui said, a little weak. “Well, they laid us off—,”

Ms. Ushijima stood up and gathered the plates. “Your father is coming back to live with us until he finds something good. Hopefully in Tokyo so he can move out again.”

“Y-yes...” Mr. Utsui slouched, but he continued to eat his rice.

Wakatoshi ate his steak, and he quietly let his mother take it as he looked at Yuri’s hand. “Will you be taking care of the twins, then?” he said.

Mr. Utsui opened his mouth, a little confused, but he only sighed, “Ah- well yes. I will. I am also discussing that matter with your mother.”

“Do you need to go to court for it?” Wakatoshi continued to sit as Yuri held onto him, adjusting their feet from the long period of sitting on them.

“No, Oba-san will handle the matters.��

Wakatoshi nodded, and quietly asked his grandmother to be excused. Once she nodded, she eyed his left hand as he helped Yuri up.

“Your lover cannot go. I need to ask them some things as well.”

“Oba-san.” Wakatoshi bowed his head, “they need to stretch out their feet.”

“I don’t care. Sit by me, Yuri-tan.” Yuri looked back, and shooed Wakatoshi off. He bowed, only slightly, before sliding open the doors, and going outside.

The Ushijima Land stretched for only a couple of square acres. Wakatoshi sat down awkwardly by the lake.

It was technically a marsh but his mother never liked him calling it that. He fondly remembered how he invited his team here to train. Goshiki nearly passed out in the fields further West, if Grandmother Nijiko had not taken care of him. Wakatoshi smiled remembering how she pinched his cheeks and cooed, “Goshiki-Bo.”

“Wakatoshi.” He turned, slightly, and Mr. Utsui sat down next to him with a bit of difficulty. “Ah, what a nice night, hm?” he tried to hide his cough.

“Yes.” the young man said.

Mr. Utsui sighed, tapping his fingers and looking off at the side, towards the stars. “H-How is Shiratorizawa?”

“We won against Karasuno a few days ago. My team and I are going to nationals.”

Mr. Utsui smiled. “Ah, perfect, perfect, good for you. I’m happy that it makes you happy.” Wakatoshi looked down. He did not feel anything. The dream that had woken him up this morning has scared him. He had no idea why. “You trained hard for this, hm?”

“Yes.”

“I’m glad my son has come all this way. You’ve gotten so big and strong! Tell me, do the twins bother you? I hope the farm work isn't too much either. But you’re 18 now, and-,”

Wakatoshi stood up. He took a deep breath. He simply took off his kimono.

Mr. Utsui blinked. “‘Toshi?”

“I’m going for a run.” The boy ran without a word to his father. He was glad Mr. Utsui didn’t follow. Because Wakatoshi began to cry.

After a good ten minute run, Wakatoshi took yet another shower once he got back. He now wore his pajamas. A big shirt he had been gifted once from Mr. Utsui, and Pokemon themed pants he got from Satori a year ago.

Wakatoshi went to the entrance of his home, holding Yuri’s hands. It was time to say goodbye to Yuri-Chan. “Your Grandma is so weird.” they giggled, trying to hush their voice. That made no sense to him, really. Grandmother Nijiko heard everything.

“She is my blood. I got it from her.” Yuri giggled and kissed him softly, and he did in return. “You’re so weird~,”

“Yes.” He wanted to go inside already. He needed to think of what the matter was with his father. But he needed to also stall for Yuri to feel safe.

“Heh, okay, tomorrow is my practice.” They pulled him close and cooed, “I’ll see you?”

“Of course.” He stared at their features. He remembered hearing a few opposing volleyball players try to bully Yuri. He made sure they lost within two sets. For Yuri was like a flower to Wakatoshi- they had a timeless beauty. He loved staring at the shape of their eyes, how their nose scrunched ever so slightly when they smiled, and especially, when their irises dilated. He never felt such an intense feeling pull himself toward her.

They hugged him tightly. “Love you, ‘Toshi-Chan.”

“I love you too.”

After another kiss, Yuri-Chan’s aunt pulled up in her car. With another wave, Yuri had disappeared from his grasp. Wakatoshi was all alone.

☆彡

The Last Set. Wakatoshi took his stance as one of the outer blockers. He watched the ball be served by the Karasuno Crows. The Samurai Crow, Asahi, paused before spiking, causing Wakatoshi to miss his timing on the block. On the next turn, when Kenjiro sets, Wakatoshi returns his point as he spikes against the block. In games, he lets Satori do the blocking, since he is better. Wakatoshi is smart, he has no doubt about that in this sport, but he knows his teammate’s instinctual guess is better than anything. When Satori went left, Wakatoshi followed and blocked it correctly. He quietly nodded as Satori beamed with pride.

After another few more scores, Wakatoshi blinked at the sudden point Karasuno took. His eyebrows were raised as he drank his water. He was surprised by the new attack Karasuno made. Never in his years of volleyball research, of play, did he believe it could work against his strong team, or actually score. They were extremely fearless.

Wakatoshi frowned at himself when Reon missed. But now he can make a point to honor him, and also win back the lead. As he spiked, he spotted the little short Libero, the Lightning Bolt Crow Yu. He frowned, and he spiked quickly to his left. It was quick, causing a jolt of pain to his shoulder, but it did the trick for them to get a point.

Despite that, the Blond Crow, Kei, tried to go against him. Which made him annoyed. This tiny blocker, tried to go against his immeasurable strength? Wakatoshi huffed quietly.

Wakatoshi hated how Kei knew how to one touch, how to time his spikes perfectly. But he didn’t even have the strength like Satori did. He was just a wannabe Satori. And no one is like Satori. And such thoughts, that the young man had, made his strength greater with the stress of the Blond Crow. Kei made a grave mistake. Pissing off the Miracle Boy.

With the next point to be made, and with his new power up that Kei unknowingly gave Wakatoshi, the Miracle Boy then, out of pure anger, made sure he could not play. Using his entire body weight, he made sure that Kei was out. Against Kei’s perfect block, Wakatoshi had spiked so hard to Kei’s right fingers, he heard the crack.

As Wakatoshi landed, he turned away. He had scored. And Kei would be gone.

After Karasuno’s kerfuffle of Kei’s condition, now Wakatoshi could serve. Now that the Blond Crow was gone, just a few more points were made by him and Wakatoshi could see Father.

“Bring it!” Karasuno yelled.

Bring it? Wakatoshi thought. How amusing. He will. He threw the ball up, jumped, and struck it hard. The Samurai Crow hit it in the air, his skin turning red from impact. Typical. Karasuno was playing yet another synchronized attack. But Wakatoshi saw how Satori eyed Sugawara’s shoes, and jumped immediately. The Captain relaxed at seeing Satori’s correct guess, and watched. He watched Satori glare down at the boy, a blush blooming on his pale cheeks. Wakatoshi could not help but smirk to himself as well.

The Eagles were soaring far above the Crows.

The Last Set. Wakatoshi, being a not loud person, clapped for Satori as the rest of his team screamed. Satori’s blocks were always one to be celebrated. His skills were amazing, and were an important asset to the team.

After switching sides, Wakatoshi served. But he can feel himself getting tired, as he jumped he got a blurry vision and hit the ball to the net. He makes a genuine apology, deciding to let his team do some more of the heavy lifting. After all, the Blond Crow was gone.

But seeing the Chibi-Chan, Shoyo Hinata, Wakatoshi stood taller. He scowled at the boy. Kenjiro sensed his anger, and set the ball to the Ace. Now he spiked it down. But no. As if the boy was blessed only with his speed, he saw, in awe, how the boy caught the damn ball with his face. Satori missed his spike, the two comrades tched at the boy. Wakatoshi could feel his and Satori’s hatred at the boy’s talentless smile. Even more so, what made Wakatoshi steam further was that Shoyo still scored points. Not only was he reckless, he always just went for his head. It made the Ace sick to his stomach. Ungrateful runt.

Wakatoshi had not doubted he wouldn’t win, but now he wanted to crush the small boy. He wanted to win just as bad as he did.

After the next loss, due to Satori’s overthinking, Wakatoshi tried not to chuckle at seeing Satori get yelled at by the Coach. Despite the hilarity, now the Captain had to make up for Satori’s lost concentration. Right now he couldn’t depend on him. Right now he needs to win. Even if Satori can’t pick up his slack.

The first years’ reckless quick attack. Wakatoshi hated it. Speed was all he had. Nothing like the great rival Wakatoshi had expected him to be; no, just Stupid, Small, Sly Shoyo.

Wakatoshi can hear Yuri-Chan cheer loudly from the bleachers with his school. He heard his school cheer proudly after Eita’s no touch serve, only to find Karasuno's ridiculous cheering. Now he turned around, to his team, and he furrowed his brows. He looked upon their glistening faces. “We Shall Finish This.” Now all of Shiratorizawa sang aloud. Perfect. A traditional song. A traditional strength of his. He will beat all of Karasuno, if he has to, to the ground.

Wakatoshi watched as Shoyo reflected his spike, and made what should’ve been his point, theirs. He never wanted anything more than to crush Shoyo as he did to Kei. He clenched his fists and turned away.

Goshiki talked. Gushed about the Shrimp. “Can you believe it, Wakatoshi? It’s like his speed can power through your strength!” The Ace said nothing in response.

Stupid Shoyo....he shouldn’t have done that at all.

Goshiki was trying to prove himself, to help Wakatoshi’s previous loss- Wakatoshi felt like he was trying to watch paint dry.

In retaliation, Wakatoshi hit hard against the New Crow despite the Samurai Crow’s time block that he copied from the Blond Crow. But now he felt his arm throb. Store. He would need to wait until he can use all of his strength to beat them. To finish this. But first, Wakatoshi needed to calm himself down.

He needed a replacement.

Wakatoshi turned to the smaller, youngest member. He put his hand on his shoulder, and made strong eye contact. “Goshiki. Do not panic, you have much talent. Let us finish this.”

Wakatoshi moved out of the way, and he caught his breath. Goshiki made a great point. As he planned. As he should. So he can finish beautifully. It was often like the paintings his Uncle Hideaki would make, little colors mixing in, adding up to the pine forests next to the Ushijima Acres. What Goshiki did was pure art. With a serve to get them back in the lead. With Goshiki’s now flared ego, Wakatoshi knew he could lead this. He had successfully stored up enough energy, and calmed himself down-

A tie.

He noticed Coach staring at him. As Captain, as Ace, as a Volleyball Player. He needed to win for him as well. He lowered his stance. Kenjiro made the set to, The Traditional Wakatoshi, The Traditional Strength, The God, spiked hard to the Libero Crow. The ball flew past.

One More Point. Wakatoshi heard. One More Point. Because they are stronger.

But who came running back? Just as they were winning, for one more point. The Blond Crow had flown back to the game.

The Last Set. 15 Shiratorizawa. 14 Karasuno.

Wakatoshi wanted to crush his dreams, and now his other fingers. Yunohama came in, but Satori read failed on a part of the play against Tobio. Wakatoshi wanted to say something to the Blond Crow. But he realized he did not despise him like Shoyo. Only found him as an obstacle to crush.

Wakatoshi reminded Kenjiro. “Use me mercilessly.” He had enough stamina. He needed to be ready to beat the dreams of these foolish crows. As Reon made the ball go up, Wakatoshi struck Kenjiro’s fake set, right at Kei. He stared him down during their fall. He felt himself puff out his chest. He talked with his glowing eyes, as if saying, I can beat you.

Wakatoshi needed to serve again, but at the stupid Libero. He felt his thighs shake as he readied himself. He leaped up high, and hit the net to fool them.

But it didn’t work.

Satori couldn’t block the return attack. And now Karasuno was in the lead. Despite how hard Wakatoshi used his strength to get through the Blond Crow. During Coach’s timeout, Wakatoshi squeezed the pouches the twins had packed for him. Every game. Every practice. The twins packed him a little juice pouch.

He relaxed. His legs really needed to sit. A lot. Despite how tired he was from that run, he caught his breath. Kenjiro asked if he can still be used. He saw his teammate’s red, exhausted faces. This game was worrying them. Karasuno was in the lead.

Wakatoshi agreed with a warm smile. Because now he can win, with real, strong teamwork. Everyone depended on him. “Use me.”

On the court, the Libero saved it from the Samurai crow’s attack. Meaning he can serve, and he- It didn’t count. He tried to push it far. But his shoulder ached. Stupid Shoyo. Too late. He was too quick. Wakatoshi felt his muscles ache, like quiet screams.

This time, he spiked inside. Stupid Shoyo.

Wakatoshi was breathing heavily. But, he looked up, and grunted out of happiness. Stupid Shoyo!! He thought to himself.

Reon served. But, Shoyo made the next point.

Stupid Shoyo.

Wakatoshi smiled though, when Shoyo tried to quick attack, and Satori blocked it. But he didn’t grimace out of disappointment. He only kept thinking.

Stupid Shoyo.

Wakatoshi watched the ball on the next attack. He watched Hinata not jump. His legs froze. Stupid Shoyo. He congratulated Goshiki on the new point, with a nod as he went to the net.

He watched the ball slowly fall as a new play began. Another point-

The Libero. Wakatoshi felt the ball slip through his block. He hated the feeling as he grimaced at the passing and quick sting to his pinky. Wakatoshi stood and watched the Blond Crow figure out their attacks, he couldn’t help but now feel the same sense of annoyance as with Shoyo. He needed to truly show them who was going to win.

The Last Set. Hinata served. They do a minus tempo back attack. Shoyo spiked at Taichi. When he failed, Wakatoshi picked it up and yelled at his server. It’s time. Merciless Attack.

He wanted to hit. He wanted to hit Stupid Shoyo’s face so hard. Kenjiro noted Wakatoshi’s burning fury. Goshiki whimpered under his breath as he ran. But Wakatoshi flew up, and he spiked it to three blockers. But he spiked it right at their setter.

No point. The ball went up.

His nose flared, and he grunted underneath his breath.

Those crows.

Those.

Those damn crows.

THOSE BASTARD CROWS DARED DEFY HIM. HE HAD NEVER FELT SUCH HEAT IN HIS BODY; AS IF LAVA HAD BEEN SPURTING OUT OF HIM IN RAGE. SUCH ANGER INSIDE HIM AS HE SAW THE KARASUNO CROWS WEAKLY FIGHT; SUCH ANGER INSIDE HIM AS HE SAW THE KARASUNO WEAKLY TRY AND CONTINUE TO FIGHT AGAINST HIS STRENGTH. HE WAS PINNING THEM DOWN.

THE BALD CROW PICKED IT UP. CHANCE BALL.

WAKATOSHI COULDN’T STOP. HE NEEDED TO FIGHT.

STUPID SHOYO NEEDED TO LOSE!

This time, Shoyo flew up in the all out quick attack. Wakatoshi saw the ball. Where it went. Down. On his side. He felt his throat being choked, by someone.

Beneath him.

Wakatoshi saw it. He shook Shoyo’s hand and walked away. His face was grim. He saw Coach;s face staring at Shoyo. He noted how Satori was painted, with a tear falling down his face. How Goshiki sobbed. Reon staring at his hand. The Libero panting, his face a bright red.

Wakatoshi heard it. A flat thanks. No one spoke. Except the single mutter, “I thought we couldn’t lose.”

Wakatoshi smelled the salt, he saw the youngest shake and cry, hugging his broad body. A single, disappointed turn from the Coach. A flat, “hit 100 serves when we get back.”

“Wakatoshi, didn’t you get mad?” Satori asked.

Wakatoshi felt his body relax. His inner thigh was being stretched out. He paused. “I wanted to say I am stronger than them. Isn’t that childish? I wanted to say it.”

“Childish reasons are what drives us. What a great game.” A pause. “I’m quitting volleyball. I’m going to watch you on TV and brag about how we were best friends.” Satori giggled. “It’ll be fun to be interviewed about you when you get big and famous!”

21 Karasuno. 19 Shiratorizawa.

He turned away to the bright smiles of the first year duo. The Great Eagles had lost their feathers.

Wakatoshi woke up with a gasp as he held his throat. He panted, beads of sweat dripping down his bare chest. He groaned quietly, and he held his head.

It was a dream. A Dream.

Stupid Shoyo...he had invaded his dreams. And Wakatoshi looked at his left hand. He held the trophy.

He had held the trophy. Not the Karasuno Crows. He did. He touched it. And no one else could ever take that feeling away from him.

Wakatoshi turned on the bath again in his personal restroom, and got in. He sat in complete silence, and he filled the bucket with water. He dumped it upon himself. It was cold. He let his body shiver. He let himself sink as he weakly washed himself.

He heard his dad snore a few rooms down. But the worst thing that Wakatoshi did that night was cry.

☆彡

Wakatoshi knocked on the door to Coach Washijo’s room. “Wakatoshi-kun, come in.”

The boy walked inside, and blinked softly. He wore his school uniform, freshly ironed. “Coach Washijo. May I sit down?”

“Of course.” Wakatoshi pulled out the chair, and sat, he looked at his feet. Coach Washijo sighed, and he looked to the windows. “You know it, hm?”

Wakatoshi nodded. “We do not deserve this trophy.”

“I am already surprised you finished your punishment. I am extremely disappointed by the fact you brought the Chibi-Chan on our school grounds before. And for the game itself, Captain.”

Wakatoshi moved the chairs aside and he got on his knees, bowing his head. “I do not deserve the title as Captain.”

“Neither does anyone else on the team, son. But, I was the one who called you in here,” Coach Washijo went to him, and tapped his back. Wakatoshi slowly got up, and looked down. “I am proud. Don’t tell the others this, Wakatoshi-kun. That was a close game. I need you to practice with everyone. Get everyone ready for the Nationals. You deserve it.”

Wakatoshi bowed. “Thank you, Coach.”

As he left, his mind became fogged. How, how could he have even let himself be seen like that? Coach knew. Coach and he are the only ones, only ones who know the Karasunos were so, so so close to becoming the winners.

So.

Close.

Wakatoshi turned to the restroom quickly, and he began to breathe heavily. He loosened his tie as he stared into the sink. That close. Two points away from his dreams, his father, everything he had known into the sink, washed away because of Shoyo.

“STUPID SHOYO!”

With the force of thunder, he punched the mirror. He panted, and looked at his reflection. The mirror didn’t shatter. The boy sighed as he turned on the sink, and washed his face. He rinsed it, as the water turned hot. Hot. Hot. Hot-

He held onto the sink, gasping for air. He remembered it. He remembered his mother scrubbing him fiercely with a wood scrubber. “Wakatoshi you need to start scrubbing!” She picked at his hair. “You need to start getting off those dead skin cells!” She ripped off anything that came off him. “Or else no one will like you! You wanna end up like your Dad? I married him out of pity! He was supposed to give me money!”

Wakatoshi held onto the sink, panting again as he washed his face. No. No he did not want to be like his father. Injured. No, that's why he ate well. He treated his body well. Run no less than five laps around the acres. Avoid the tree stump to the right. He could never, ever end up like his dad.

He threw his head up and panted as he stared at himself. His skin was pink. He felt nothing on his skin. He only sighed. He grabbed the paper towels and wiped his face. He started to cry.

He was so close to ending up like his Dad. Like Tooru. No. He is strong. He got to Nationals.

He’s living his true, and only dream.

Then why is The Miracle Boy panicking?

☆彡

The lunch room was bustled, filled with happy and chattering students from the game that happened a week ago. The chefs served sushi today. Yuri was away in the auditorium for practice.

Wakatoshi ate with his team. Satori smiled. “Wow! Did Yuri give you good luck concerts for their concert, Wakatoshi-kun?”

“No.” he responded, eating a salmon roll after.

Eita sighed, “Well, I hear they’re playing with that new transfer, Choboyo-kun.”

Wakatoshi looked up, and scowled. “Oh.”

“Ooh, Eita-kun you’re going to get Wakatoshi-kun so angry!!” Satori laughed.

Wakatoshi continued to eat, and he frowned as he looked down. It was one of his worst flaws. Jealousy. Shoyo. Tooru. Despite how they collapsed, how they looked up in anger, he knew they still probably had nice days. Tooru probably was nice with his nephew. Shoyo had hugged his best friends. Wakatoshi had his teammates and the twins. Yuri and he had been dating for a year, four months, and 27 days. The thought of Yuri being with another boy, of course it was rational he would get upset.

Besides, Yuri never told him of anything remotely close to the concert for that night. He continued to eat. He would tell them later.

☆彡

Wakatoshi slammed the ball against the ball in a beat. One two, one two three. He remembered the beat from a lullaby his Uncle Ushijima Hideaki sang to him. He threw the ball up, and ran, staring at the ball. He wanted nothing more, like Left Handing Hideaki, than to show his strength. He hit the other side of the net.

Satori, Goshiki, and Kenjiro were across Wakatoshi. Taichi and Eita were with Wakatoshi. He watched as Satori took the first hit, giving Kenjiro time to serve to Goshiki. Wakatoshi moved with Taichi to go for a block. Wakatoshi jumped early, but blocked Goshiki’s spike.

“One touch!” Taichi yelled. He jumped down, as Wakatoshi quickly caught the ball and moved it up. Eita made a pretty decent set. Wakatoshi did not want to upset him by saying it was much too far from the net, but he jumped.

Satori jumped perfectly. A great timing block.

Wakatoshi froze. He saw Satori’s crazy blood red eyes flash into the Blond Crow. Wakatoshi smacked down the ball.

“FUCK!”

The game stopped, and everyone went to Satori’s hand. He winced quietly, and he flexed his middle finger. His comrades gasped out of grotesque. “Wakatoshi-kun! Shit-, you do scare me!”

“Sorry.” Wakatoshi panted. He was sweaty. He was sticky and sweaty. He wanted to shower.

“Is everything—?” Coach Saito started.

“Let’s put Hayato in while we practice.” Wakatoshi grabbed the ball, walking over. “We need to make sure we win the next game.”

“Captain, we did win.” Goshiki gently took Satori close, wrapping his fingers with a tape.

Wakatoshi scowled. He didn’t want to admit to his comrades they barely won. Stupid Shoyo almost took away their name of the Great Eagles. But he turned away. “One more game, then Eita and I shall take Satori to Nurse Yui.”

Everyone gave a hesitant agreement. Wakatoshi sighed, he banged the ball against the wooden ground. He looked across the net.

Six players in black and orange uniforms. Goshiki’s hair had faded to the Captain Crow. The foolish Lightning Libero Crow. Kenjiro looked so much like Tobio.

Wakatoshi twitched. He threw the ball up. Not again. Not again. He leaped into the air, and he felt- no he saw Goshiki move. Shoyo. He spiked hard, past Hayato, past Goshiki’s defense, so hard the ball had flown to the ceiling, and had gotten stuck in a beam.

Wakatoshi panted, his muscles spasming, and he looked at Goshiki with anger. He showed him. He showed him he is the strongest. He showed him no matter how hard he would train like Tooru he would not—

Satori gripped his arm. Wakatoshi stopped breathing. His best friend frowned. “Wakatoshi. You won.”

☆彡

Yuri smiled and they held Wakatoshi’s hand. They had been wandering the neighborhood for awhile, and now Yuri was just beginning to look at the music stores and babbling about their new deep desire for something about a gem. They said it would make the music sound crystal clear.

“Is it not clear already?” The boy asked.

“Silly! No!! It needs to be perfect for the concert!”

The concert. Wakatoshi followed them around, and after the eighth story about how they loved little stuffed animals, he asked, “Who is Choboyo?”

“And- huh? Oh! Choboyo-Senpai! He’s in university, so he offered to play with me! He’s a little bit much though...”

Wakatoshi went closer as Yuri continued in telling their story. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Yuri looked over and sighed. “Because look at you! Wakatoshi-Chan, you’re slouching. Don’t worry, he’s only in the background of my performance for tomorrow. Now come on! Chin up~! I need to pick out a good outfit for tomorrow! I wanted you to help!”

Wakatoshi was too tired to disagree, despite him having promised his mother to babysit the twins. That morning. He knew Grandmother Nijiko would tell Ms. Ushijima, and he knew he would be subjected to the marsh cleaning, but, seeing Yuri’s smile as they picked out a strawberry shirt for their suit, was enough for him to think;

“Who cares?”

Wakatoshi was benched. Coach Saito had explained to Wakatoshi that he had to maintain his speed before he could be put back on the court. Which was perfect. During lunch, privately, he practiced. It was better for him then.

No more Karasuno Crows.

But tonight, the concert hall had changed. However, Wakatoshi's face was non wipeable of his scowl. He wore a hand me down of Mr. Utsui’s suit. It smelled horrible. It was stiff.

“Ah~, Yuri-kun!” Choboyo was indeed a young man, with a stubble, messy and sleek white hair, his eyes a never-ending black.

Wakatoshi scowled as he watched Yuri hug him. Yuri wore a lovely green suit, their hair pulled back.

They were so beautiful.

“Choboyo! This is my boyfriend, Ushijima Wakatoshi. He’s a volleyball player- He’s going to the National Championship!”

The young men stared at each other. Wakatoshi nodded. “Good luck.”

“We say break a leg, actually.” He only despised him even more, now. “Come on, Yuri,” Wakatoshi eyed his hand. His right hand lingered on Yuri’s waist, on their shoulders, and on their hands.

Wakatoshi sighed to himself.

Yuri turned. “Is something wrong?” Choboyo also looked, raising a white eyebrow of his. Wakatoshi gripped his fists and he scowled at Choboyo.

“You like Yuri-Chan. My partner.”

“Wakatoshi—!”

“I won’t lie.” Choboyo took his hands off Yuri, “They’re very attractive.”

Wakatoshi widened his eyes. He didn’t expect the man to just admit it. It was almost like he was trying to be a pervert.

“E-excuse us,” Yuri put a hand to Choboyo’s chest. “I-I’ll be right there.” Yuri sighed as Choboyo smirked to himself, kissed their hand, and walked away.

Wakatoshi stepped closer. “Do you not see this? He’s a pervert.”

“It’s one performance,” Yuri said, rubbing their arm. “Don’t you realize this is why I’ve been asking you to be with me? W-why I’ve been playing more around you, and not practicing here? I know.”

He blinked. He wanted to say something. Anything. He gulped. He blinked. “Yuri-Chan. I do not think you should play with him.”

Yuri looked up with teary eyes. “If you’re not going to be here to support me right now, I-I want you to leave. I can’t do this right now, ‘Toshi. I want to take a break.”

He gulped. “Yuri, perhaps you should think straight. D-don’t—.”

“I’ll see you around.” They turned around, and just like that, Wakatoshi again, was alone.

☆彡

Wakatoshi locked the door behind him. He sat on his bed. It creaked. Across the hall, he heard the twins.

The twins.

He got up as fast as he could, and he went to their room. Everything in the room was painted pink, and had little birds that twittered happily with the characters of bird songs next to their beaks. The room was split into Mayumi’s play space, and then Kazane’s.

Wakatoshi squatted down.

The twins were on the floor, Mayumi’s foot was in her mouth. Kazane was trying to climb back in her crib. Her left hand was on the crib. Wakatoshi picked up Kazane, and started to hum.

Before he had heard his mother and father fight, he actually wanted to sing. He remembered seeing his father’s sisters all perform and sing. It made him stare in awe. The twirling of their batons, of their voices, their silks. Wakatoshi adored it. He once thought of himself there, dancing.

It was Grandfather Ushijima Touma who frowned at catching him. “Nijiko.” he had stated firmly. “He is pretending to be a daughter.” Wakatoshi had never felt such pain as he did that evening.

But being an artist was worse. That was when they discovered he had a tendency to write with his left hand. Just like the exiled Uncle Hideaki. He was supposedly in Germany.

“You had let him draw?!” cried Ms. Ushijima. Her parents stood next to her. She gripped his hand. “Does this look right to you? Huh, Takashi?!”

It was only his father. Little, nothing for brains, Mr. Utsui, who stood in front of his son. “He’s just a boy! He’ll use it for-for something great! You just wait!”

Wakatoshi picked up Mayumi as well, and began to hum. He began to quietly sing the lullaby. An old song. It was about change. About the discovery of an island. About how the tide changed with each roll onto the warm sand. Yes, everything to the nude eye was the same, but change happened. With tradition, came slow, but sure, change.

He lifted his baby sisters above him. He teared up. “This forbidden, new world, on a summer day we meet.” Mayumi was the only one awake now. He hummed as he knelt beside her. “On a summer day, we will meet again, Imoto-san.”

“Wakatoshi?” The boy turned, with teary eyes as Mayumi drifted into sleep. Mr. Utsui stood there, his mouth slack open. He closed it. “I didn’t know you sang.”

“Me either.” Wakatoshi stood up.

Mr. Utsui looked away, “Ah- well, Wakatoshi, why don’t we go outside?” He nodded and stood, awkwardly following him outside.

The sun was setting to the west of the Ushijima Acres. Wakatoshi sat on an old swing. Mr. Utsui sat next to him. Wakatoshi made sure not to look at his father; for he smelled horribly.

“Son, I- well, I have some news about you and your sisters.” Wakatoshi looked at him. Mr. Utsui had gained many splotches of white on his face, and wrinkles.

“Yes?”

“I got a job out of Miyagi Prefecture. I’m taking the twins with me. You will continue to live with your mother.”

Wakatoshi paused. He looked out at the sunset. “No.”

Mr. Utsui wheezed out of his age, “I beg your pardon?”

“You have not been here for the divorce. You were not there for Oka-san when she gave birth. You were not there to take care of the girls. You were not even here for me.” Wakatoshi looked at the sun, and it disappeared.

“You do not deserve the twins.”

The boy got up, before he stopped. His shirt was caught on something. He tugged. To no avail. He tugged and he- Wakatoshi had stumbled, back, he was trying to regain himself.

But everything flashed.

Yuri.

Kazane.

Mayumi.

Mr. Utsui.

Ms. Ushijima.

Grandmother Nijiko

Grandfather Touma.

Kei.

Shoyo.

Himself.

Wakatoshi had fallen into the marsh, and he had passed out into the water.

☆彡

Wakatoshi awoke, to Kazane biting his finger. He gasped, and he groaned. He began to gently flex his body, and groan again. “O-oka-san-?”

“Hold still.” Ms. Ushijima scrubbed his body. “You nearly drowned in the lake. Ugh, look at the water! Oka-san!” she cried. She wore a bra- she never wore such things. Sweatpants?

Were Satori’s theories true? Did alternate universes exist?

“Oka-san- agh- I-I cannot-,”

Ms. Ushijima smacked his face. Satori was wrong, alternate universes did not exist. “Still, I said! You banged up your knee pretty badly.”

Wakatoshi sat up, practically leapt up, but he moaned loudly in pain. “N-No, no. No- O-oka-san- please- I can’t-!”

“Shut up, you’ll heal if you sit still!”

Wakatoshi looked up, and started to cry. “I-I won’t win. Oka-san,” he hugged her, he cried in her neck. “I-I won't a-able to play! I’ll fail at nationals! Tell me!!” He held her tightly as he looked at her.

Ms. Ushijima stared down at her son.

Wakatoshi had clear snot on his upper lip. His tears were salty, and stained his cheeks as they dripped down into the tub. He was only in his bare underwear. The water was marshy. He had a rose colored bruise blossom on his knee.

Ms. Ushijima took his chin. “Listen to me, Wakatoshi. If you sit absolutely still, I’ll see what I can do. Just,” she heard the baby whimper.

“O-oni. . .” one of the twins started to cry.

Wakatoshi sniffled, and he looked at Kazane. Ms. Ushijima gave the baby to him. “Kazane-kun, go comfort your Oni-tan.”

“Oni~!” Kazane wrapped her chubby arms around him, then Mayumi as Ms. Ushijima placed her on him. Mayumi, adorably, finished her sister’s sentence, “tan!”

Wakatoshi smiled, and he softly cried, as Ms. Ushijima lifted up his right leg. “It’s alright, Wakatoshi-tan, I’m here.” She held it with care, and repeated, quietly as she wet some rags, “I’m here.”

☆彡

It was the night of the concert. Wakatoshi wore his school outfit, despite it being the weekend. He told his parents it’s on school grounds. They did not argue.

Goshiki found out about his injury. He had gotten the word out. Wakatoshi had been numb the entire night. He went to bed the night before, sleeping with his sisters in their room. He had awoken to their stuffed animals on his face.

Mr. Utsui chuckled about how their first word was for their elder brother. Grandmother Nijiko spoke nothing as she ate breakfast with him.

Satori sat next to Wakatoshi, wearing a hoodie, and he smiled. “Yuri-kun looks awfully pretty today, huh Wakatoshi-kun~?”

Wakatoshi said nothing. He only looked down. Strangely, he did not want to get up this morning. He did not want to do anything. He felt as if he should retire from life.

The Miracle Boy was supposed to be strong.

Never to get hurt.

And yet, here he was. Pathetically existing next to his family. He did not even mention to them that Yuri did not love him anymore. He did not tell anyone, either, of his sisters moving away from him.

They sat on his lap though, pacifiers in their mouths.

“Wakatoshi-kun, your sisters are so so so cute!” Satori laughed as he picked up Mayumi. She began to whine, aher pigtails bouncing as her blue eyes stared at Satori in fury. She fussed before Wakatoshi gently put her on his lap.

“She does not like to be held from under the arms. Only by her stomach, Despite her being ticklish there, she loves it.”

Satori smiled softly. “You love them a lot. Were they there for you when-?”

Wakatoshi nodded. “Yes. They were born right after. Oka-san was tired. They kept me company.” He paused. “I do not know what to do without them.”

Satori sighed softly, “I understand.”

The lights dimmed. A hush over the audience. The auditorium was huge and packed.

Yuri, and Choboyo came out. Yuri was so uncomfortable. Their eyes looked down at the ground. Choboyo grabbed the microphone. “Thank you, everyone, for our performance tonight! I gotta say- Yuri has something great planned out!”

The two turned to the middle of the stage. Yuri nodded. They held a different violin. It was not theirs.

Choboyo went to his grand piano proudly, and he looked at Yuri’s body, then at their eyes. They both looked at each other, finally, nodded and looked away. After a few seconds, Choboyo started off.

Wakatoshi hated it. He pounded a key, then followed it as if he was trying to sing a love song for Yuri.

Despite the famous classical song, it was still the one Yuri had played what seemed like eons ago. The Swan.

Here it went by the Carnival of Animals.

But Wakatoshi knew what Yuri was trying to replicate. But their music, their bow, the sound made Wakatoshi cringe.

It was not the joy, peaceful, calm song Yuri played in the land. Here, mixed in with Choboyo’s romantic noise; was their song of sorrow. They focused, as if on the music, and not on their own play.

Wakatoshi looked down. Two birds. One defeated. Another attack for more.

The song ended.

Wakatoshi clapped, his hands smacking like thunder, and Yuri looked at him, just for a moment. They went backstage, and the next duo came out. The song was the infamous Clair De Lune.

“Wakatoshi?”

He looked at his dad beside him. Mr. Utsui showered the night before due to falling in the marsh to save Wakatoshi. He had done his hair. He had also shaved.

“Your mother and I talked, we decided that I’ll live here. After my first paycheck I’ll get a good car, so I can drive in and out of the Prefecture. And, son?” Mr. Utsui moved in closer.

Wakatoshi suddenly teared up. When he was little, he remembered exactly how his father smelled when he protected him from the traditional rules that had ached his once frail bones.

Like hot sand.

Mr. Utsui, in that moment, murmured into Wakatoshi’s ear, as the song had ended, “I am so proud you got into Nationals. Keep working hard. Keep getting stronger for us.”

As Wakatoshi’s hot tears fell, he whispered, looking at his father, “T-Thank you, Oto-san.”

☆彡

Wakatoshi had bounced the ball. He stood firmly on his right leg. He breathed in deeply. He eyed his friend across from him, and Mr. Utsui who held the twins. Mayumi was on the sand, babbling and trying to eat it.

“Imoto-san, do not try to eat the sand, okay?” Wakatoshi looked across to his sister.

“Oni~!” Kazane cried with a laugh.

Wakatoshi chuckled, and he gently bounced the ball. The sand underneath his sneakers. His deep and panting breath. He looked at his friend with a soft smile.

Satori panted himself, his red hair sticking to his forehead. He only smiled widely with happiness.

Wakatoshi breathed deeply, and calmed himself.

Satori and he, underneath the midnight moon.

Wakatoshi served. Satori dived under and threw the ball up, before spiking. Wakatoshi, with great speed, blocked and Satori read him. Satori gathered himself again to throw the ball, set, then spike. Now Wakatoshi served it to himself, and he quickly set it. He now went to the left, and spiked hard right. Satori tried to follow for a moment, before he watched the ball slam beside him. Satori, however, blocked enough to make a dump. Wakatoshi nodded.

A great defense.

Satori smiled with a small breath of relief, “Wakatoshi-kun, I love playing with you, but you scare me.”

The young man smiled as he went underneath the net to get it. “I try my best to be a Strong Monster as well.”

“How scary!” Satori gasped, and Wakatoshi took the ball. He spun the ball as Mr. Utsui cheered happily.

“Go Wakatoshi-kun!”

“Are you okay? I know your dad is back.” Satori said quietly.

Wakatoshi turned around. “It’s okay. I-I’m not happy he is back.”

Satori widened his eyes. “Oh?”

Wakatoshi sat beside him against the barn. The Ushijima space was so peaceful now. Not in a flash as he usually saw it. Wakatoshi took a deep breath again. “He came to announce he lost his job. He told me he was happy and I was happy. Not that he was proud.” Wakatoshi began to practice throwing the ball up and setting, as if it was instinct. “I was thinking. I am not happy. We nearly lost, Satori.”

His friend looked up at the stars. “I wanted to quit after that game.”

Wakatoshi stopped. He looked at his friend. “But you have so much—,”

“Those memories won’t stop flowing. Once we win nationals, Wakatoshi-kun, that’s when I’ll stop. Seeing your smile hold that big, big trophy, that’s when I’ll quit. Because then you won’t need me, and I won’t need you anymore.” Satori smiled. “I love you.”

Wakatoshi opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He closed it. He closed his eyes, before he looked at Satori. “I love you too, Satori. Thank you for being by my side.”

They both, slowly, turned to gaze at the stars.

“So, you’ll recommend me for a movie interview, right Wakatoshi-kun?”

“Perhaps.”

☆彡

Snow drifted down. It fell against Yuri’s umbrella.

“Wait!”

Yuri stopped walking, and took out their earbuds as they turned around. They widened their eyes. “Wakatoshi-ch-? What are you- Why are you running?” Yuri started.

Wakatoshi winced, and he sighed. He hid a huge dandelion bouquet behind his back, with a small box.

“Yuri-Chan.” the young man panted, “I-I am not the strongest. I lost a lot of things in the past few days. I gained some of them back.” He showed the bouquet, and the box.

“I should have focused on you, my flower. On your music. I went to your concert. You did not practice, did you? It is alright. I do not want to jump back to our relationship if you are not ready. I believe we should go back to the beginning, Yuri-Chan. If you like, we can go back to my farm, and I can listen to you play, and play, and play until we fall asleep.”

Wakatoshi, after a moment, opened the box. There was Yuri’s dream sapphire blue rosin. One swipe, said the ad on it, and the bow is brand new.

“I will always love you. But I was not okay. Now, if you take me back, I will be. Then I will never break that promise.”

Yuri looked at his big tearful eyes. “I love you, stupid!” Yuri cried and they jumped on him, tackling him. The couple held each other, with laughter and deep chuckles as they cuddled close in the soft winter wind. In an act of warmth, Yuri hugged. In an act of love, Wakatoshi kissed.

The couple was late for their classes that morning.

☆彡

Wakatoshi rinsed his face in the sink, lightly with cold water. Goshiki stood beside him by making faces. Reon patted the youngster’s back, and laughed. Eita instructed, but also listened to Kenjiro. Satori sang to himself.

The clinking of the lights above the young man began to go into a rhythm. His eyes tilted up, and he blinked. Once. Twice. And again.

He, and his teammates, were in a full purple volleyball outfit. The Number One on his shirt was bold white. His muscles flexed gently when he looked at his short olive hair. His eyes glimmered seeing where he was. How he was there.

The young man smiled to himself.

“Great Eagles.” The young man who played volleyball said, “Let’s finish this.”

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Nannyette

Chapter 8 – World War MDC

Chapter 1 Chapter 7

**Spoilers for Knives Out!! I forgot to warn people**

Tim knocked on Dick’s door and waited impatiently for Marinette to answer. Dick was supposed to get home from his shift soon, if a development on one of his cases didn’t pop up at the last minute, and Tim would be able to take Marinette out for their date. After a wait that lasted forever, about 3 minutes, Marinette opened the door for him.

Tim looked up at her with a smile and immediately flinched back. “Jesus Christ! Holy Crap!” he screamed out seeing her face. He grabbed the fabric over his heart in an attempt to slow down his racing heart. “What the hell happened to you?” He started examining her face in confusion. Marinette’s face was caked with different colors of lipstick and eye shadow and Tim was sure there was more but he didn’t know what.

Marinette narrowed her eyes at him warningly. “I know you’re impressed with the amazing work Mar’i did to get me ready for our date tonight, but please don't curse in front of her.”

“Ahh, that explains…” Tim walked over to where she was and crouched down to look her in her eyes. “Mar’i, you did that?”

“Yep I did.” She answered excitedly.

“It looks beautiful, cupcake. You did a great job.” Tim assured her, ruffling her hair.

Mar’i grinned proudly and skipped away. Tim leaned against the back of the couch and grabbed Marinette, pulling her closer to him, his hands resting on her hips. He looked over her face again with an amused smile, “You look like a victim in a zombie apocalypse movie.”

Marinette laughed and looked down self-consciously. She ran her hands through her hair nervously. “Why thank you.”

Tim hooked his finger under her chin, which he was fairly sure was unmarked, to get her to look at him. “I meant the hot one that survives and kills all the zombies.” Tim smiled at her.

Marinette stared at him for a few seconds unsure how to respond. She finally started giggling. “You say the most flattering things to me.”

She pushed up to give him a quick peck, but he leaned back out of her reach. “Nuh uh. You’re not getting me. I’m surviving this apocalypse.” Tim laughed, dodging her attempts at a kiss but refusing to lean too far away from her or let go of her hips. Marinette pouted at him. Tim’s face turned to mock solemnness. “I will mourn your loss of course.”

“I thought I survived!” She cried in pretend outrage, gently slapping his shoulder.

Tim cringed. “I didn’t want you to know. I wanted you to still have hope. But, unfortunately you fell to the hordes. I’m the only one left.”

“So you’re the hot one that survives and kills all the zombies?”

Tim shrugged and smirked at her. “You think I’m hot?”

Marinette narrowed her eyes and puckered her lips. She leaned away and looked toward where Mar’i had run off to. “Mar’i, don’t you think Tim would look amazing with a makeover for the date, too.”

“Noooooo,” he called out quietly, collapsing his head on her shoulder. “So close to surviving, but it’s total annihilation.”

“I have the makeup! Come on Uncle Tim,” Mar’i insisted pulling his hand toward the kitchen island. Tim gave Marinette a mock glare as he let Mar’i pull him away.

After twenty minutes, during which time Marinette had prepared a snack for Mar’i and cleaned up the mess they had made playing earlier, Mar’i finally deemed Tim’s makeover complete. “Marinette! Marinette, look! I made Tim so handsome!” she proudly crowed to Marinette.

Marinette made her way over and took in Tim’s appearance. There was long red streaks marking his face from forehead to jaw. He truly looked like he had gotten attacked by someone with long, thick nails. “Oh, he looks so handsome.” She gave him a smirk as she gently tilted his head from side to side to get the full effect. Tim tried to give her an annoyed look but couldn’t help smiling instead. “You are so talented, Mar’i. It looks so good.”

Mar’i looked away shyly. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome, sweetie. Now, can you start putting the makeup away and then I have a snack ready for you.”

“Okay.” She jumped up and grabbed the first container of makeup and headed back to her room.

As soon as she was out of the room, Marinette turned to Tim. “Welcome to the apocalypse.” Marinette giggled at him and giving him a few comforting, patronizing pats on the back.

Tim smiled back, pulled her between his legs, and ran his hands through her hair to avoid the makeup that was caked on her face, neck, and the parts of her chest left exposed by her shirt. “The apocalypse doesn’t seem so bad. I’ll get to spend it with you.”

Marinette giggled and almost laid her head on his shoulder. “Sorry about that.” She wiped imaginary marks off of his shoulder. “I was so mesmerized by your flirting I almost lost myself.”

Tim pretended not to notice the sarcasm in her voice. “Good. I’m glad to hear it’s effective.”

Marinette opened her mouth to respond when Dick finally came home. “Sorry, sorry, Marinette. Something happened and I had to write it up before I left.” He finally looked up at the two and did a double take. “You two look like a rouge attack gone wrong,” he said quietly. He turned toward Mar’i’s room to call out loudly, “Mar’i, honey, did you do Uncle Tim and Aunt Marinette’s makeup?” He smirked at the double squeaks Tim and Marinette let out in response.

“Daddy!” she exclaimed happily running out of the back room to fly into his arms for a hug. “I did! Don’t they look amazing?”

“They certainly do,” he chuckled and shook his head.

Tim cringed. “Yeah, we should probably clean up before we leave.” Marinette scoffed at him and shook her head pityingly. He looked at her curiously. Surely she didn’t plan on leaving the apartment looking like this. There was no way.

“You can’t take my makeup off! It’s for your date. Don’t you like it?” Mar’i looked up at him with wide, wet eyes.

He looked over to Marinette who gave him a knowing look that let him know she knew exactly how this was going to play out. They were leaving the apartment with this makeup on. “No! Yes, of course I love the makeup. It’s gorgeous. It just maybe isn’t right for a first date.” Tim gave her a strained smile.

Mar’i looked down and sniffled. “Okay.”

“I meant, maybe I need a bit more makeup?” He tried instead. “I’m not as naturally gorgeous as Marinette is,” he looked over at her with a smirk, “I need more help than she does.” Marinette rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the smile that formed on her lips.

Mar’i brightened up immediately and started sorting through the container of makeup she hadn’t put away yet. “Okay!”

Dick clapped him on the back and leaned in to whisper, “Smooth recovery. Got on both of their good sides with that.” Tim shrugged at him and sat back down so Mar’i could make him look even better.

It only took Mar’i a few more minutes to make Tim look even more handsome. Marinette and Tim thanked her again for her help and were finally able to leave for their date. Tim looked at the time as they waited for the elevator. It was now too late for them to go home, get ready, and make it to the restaurant on time. He sighed and studied her, more specifically her makeup, for a few moments. He leaned against the wall and pulled her closer to him, wrapping his arms around her. “Hey, what do you say to staying in for our date instead?”

She grinned cheekily at him. “What, don’t want to be seen in public with this?” She motioned to her face and neck.

Tim chuckled and tightened his arms around her waist. “I wouldn’t want to start a panic of people thinking there was a new rogue out there tearing people’s faces off. We already have Black Mask for that. But I was thinking how nice it would be to cuddle with you on the couch without worrying about Mar’i waking up or Dick walking in on us.” He gave her a chaste kiss pulling away just far enough to talk. “No dressing up, no pretentious restaurants. Just order food, watch a movie, cuddle under a blanket… I can show you my apartment this time.”

Marinette sighed and relaxed into his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck. “That sounds amazing. But you do realize, even if we went out it wouldn’t need to be to a fancy, pretentious restaurant. I just want to spend time with you. It could be a coffee shop, a corner diner, a picnic in the park. I don’t care.”

“Yeah, I know,” he sighed out happily. “It’s one of the things I love about you.”

Marinette blushed and took a few seconds to gather her thoughts. “And just because we couldn’t take the makeup off in front of Mar’i doesn’t mean we can’t take it off now.” She pulled a few face wipes out of her bag and offered him one.

“Thank you,” Tim smiled and started rubbing vigorously as they walked onto the elevator. He groaned when he saw his reflection in the elevator doors. “I don’t think this is going to be enough.” Marinette giggled and helped him wipe off his makeup, standing closer than strictly necessary to accomplish the task, which Tim did not object to at all.

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“So, this is my place,” Tim opened the door to the townhouse and held her hand to guide her in. “Did you want the tour?”

Marinette looked around in awe. “Tim! What the hell? This isn’t an apartment. This is like a… oh my god. This is amazing.”

“You like it?” he asked nervously.

“Like it? Tim, this is amazing. I…” her eyes kept darting around the multistory, open concept, sleek townhouse, “I’m speechless. It’s beautiful.” Tim let out a relieved breath and smiled at her. She looked at him incredulously. “You couldn’t have actually thought I might not.”

He shrugged at her and stroked her cheek. “I just… want you to be impressed.”

“Oh Tim… you already impress me.” She shook her head gently and looked at him with sincerity and adoration. “I already think you’re amazing and I still would even if you lived in a crappy, walk up studio apartment. I didn’t fall for you because of your money.”

Tim beamed at her. “Oh no? What was it then?”

She grinned up at him cheekily. “Clearly, your post-apocalyptic good looks.”

Tim barked out a laugh and gently rubbed his thumbs along her cheek. “Speaking of, do you want to wash your face first or want me to go first?”

Marinette leaned into his hand, enjoying the feeling of his hand on her. “You can go first.”

“Okay. Go ahead and make yourself comfortable. I’ll just wash my face and be right back. The remote is right over there if you want to turn on something to watch.”

She nodded to him and started looking around his home taking in all the decorations and the enormous saltwater fish tank. “Fucking rich people,” she muttered to herself with a small laugh. She stopped in front of some of a few large photographs hanging on the wall. She studied them for a few minutes before laughing so loudly, Tim came hurrying in to see what was so funny.

He looked at her questioningly and she shook her head, unable to stop laughing, the bewildered look on his face making her laugh harder. “You weren’t even trying to hide it were you?” she finally managed to get out through the laughter.

He gave her a completely baffled look, “Hide what?”

“Your identity.”

“What do you mean?” He whipped his head around looking for the source of her comment. He was careful. Exceptionally. He didn’t slip up and leave weapons around. He did NOT leave his suit in his closet. There should be nothing here to give away his identity.

She motioned to the pictures she was standing next to. “This is clearly taken from the top of Titan Tower. These look like they were taken mid-swing. Who can do that but a hero? Who could get those but a hero?”

Tim looked between the pictures and her a dumbfounded look on his face. He’d had a number of people in his home before that never even gave the pictures a second glance. He’d had Titans in his home before and none of them had even noticed. He was again struck by how incredible she was.

He chuckled and pulled her closer to him, wrapping his arms around her waist. “You ever thought about being a hero? Because you would be amazing at it. You can already kick ass. You’re smart. You’re observant. You notice the details nobody else does. You try to help others.” He looked at her adoringly. “You’d be amazing,” he let out breathlessly.

Marinette froze for a moment and gave him a nervous chuckle, pushing hair that hadn’t been loose behind her ear. She looked down, avoiding his eyes. “Thank you. I don’t think I’d… I’m honored you think so.” She steeled herself and looked back up at him with a faked coy smile and took a step closer. “That means a lot coming from a hero like you.”

“Vigilante,” he quietly corrected.

“I know what I said,” she answered just as quietly, pulling him down to meet her lips in an affectionate and insistent kiss. He pulled her closer, deepening the kiss, making it hungrier and more passionate.

He pulled away after a few minutes. “I’ll order the food and get a movie set up while you get cleaned up. Sound good?” he asked quietly, his breath fanning over her lips as he spoke. She nodded mutely, still recovering her breath after the kisses that stole it, thankful Tim was holding her up. She was pretty sure her knees would have given out if he hadn’t been.

After she had washed her face and reapplied her makeup herself, she emerged from the bathroom that was larger than her apartment, feeling refreshed and a little less scary looking. She found Tim lounging on the couch, looking through movie listings. Her breath hitched slightly at the sight. He looked so handsome sitting like that and she couldn’t believe he had chosen her. She bit her bottom lip to keep her smile from becoming too wide, but it didn’t work. There was no holding it back.

Tim looked up from the television and gave her a beaming smile. “Hey, the food is on its way and I think I found the perfect movie,” he said motioning to the spot next to him for her to sit. His expression was too innocent though. Marinette eyed him suspiciously, but still sat in the spot he indicated and cuddled up to him. He grinned mischievously and hit the select button to bring up the movie’s details.

Marinette groaned good-naturedly and buried her head in his shoulder. “It made me think of you,” his grin widened as the theme for World War Z played in the background.

Marinette pulled back to give him an unamused look. “You’re terrible and I don’t know why I like you.”

He shrugged smugly. “It’s the fish tank.”

Marinette scoffed and rolled her eyes. “I assure you it isn’t.”

Tim gave her a mock pout. “That hurts. Okay so, World War Z?”

Marinette hesitated and gave him a nervous look. “Can we… not? I get the joke, but it gives me flashbacks.”

Tim gave her a confused look. “Flashbacks?”

“Yeah. Zombies.” She shuddered at the memory.

“Yeah, let’s discuss that one a bit more. Zombies?”

“Zombies,” she confirmed with a curt nod. “It was one of our akumas. One of the more effective ones. Almost everyone in Paris became one. They passed it by kissing. Then you became mindless kissing machines.”

“I’ve known a few people at some galas like that,” he tried to joke to lighten the mood.

She let out a mirthless chuckle appreciating the awkward attempt to change the subject. “Yeah, me too. And a few frat parties.”

“Okay, no horror movies,” he nodded, returning his attention to the movies listing. “What about the Majestia movie that just came out?”

Marinette froze and quirked her lips to the side thinking about how to respond. She loved Majestia. In fact she and Adrien had just gone to visit her a few weeks before, but the movie was sooooo not a realistic representation of her. They got so many details wrong, including every detail about Knight Owl. She could not in any way sit through that movie without criticizing it ruthlessly, revealing she knew them and knew everything about the movie was wrong. “How about a murder mystery? Or do you figure them out too quickly to enjoy them? Oh! Have you seen Knives Out?”

Tim shook his head and started navigating to the movie. “I have not and I take it as a challenge to see how quickly I can figure it out.”

Forty minutes later, the food had arrived and been eaten and they had just gotten back to cozying up to watch the movie. “So we agree Captain America is the killer, right?”

Marinette snorted, “Well, obviously.”

“So,” Tim angled his face to look at Marinette, “we’ve already solved the mystery and there is about an hour and a half left of the movie.”

Marinette leaned her head back to look at him. “Yes?”

“I’m just saying we don’t really have a reason to pay attention anymore,” he pointed out suggestively.

“I see your point.” She nodded sagely. “So what you’re saying is you want to play a game.”

He smothered a grin at the game she was playing. “Of sorts,” he confirmed.

“Want to get out Chess or Risk?” Her voice was innocent, but her hands running up and down his arms and shoulders were anything but.

He shook his head at her as he turned her around to fully face him. “I’m not allowed to play Risk anymore.” She raised her eyebrow at him encouraging him to explain. “Something about taking world domination too seriously.”

She giggled. “So Settlers of Catan is out too then.” Tim let out a frustrated huff and nodded. Marinette giggled harder and traced the edge of his jaw. “So you were thinking a video game then?”

He hummed as though in thought as he pushed forward, forcing her to lean back. “I was thinking something more physical.”

“Oh! Like DDR?” She looked up at him through her eyelashes and wrapped her arms around his neck.

He moved his face closer until his nose was ghosting against her jaw. “What about something more about making each other feel good than scoring points.”

“Ahh, an exercise game,” she offered breathlessly.

“Something like that,” Tim nodded before closing the gap between them.

“That was a great movie,” Marinette whispered against Tim’s lips an hour and a half later as the movie credits rolled up the screen. She looked up at him coquettishly as his face hovered over hers. “We should watch it again soon.”

“Or at all,” Tim chuckled. He brushed Marinette’s hair out of her face and gazed at her face flushed from kissing through the entire movie. He gave her a quizzical look. “Are we… No. That’s not what I meant to say.” He frowned at himself and looked away.

Marinette smiled at him and caressed his cheek. “What did you want to say?”

He looked back up at her with a nervous smile. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

Marinette’s smile widened until it was beaming. “Yes!” she exclaimed excitedly before pulling him back down so they could miss the next movie as well.

Chapter 9

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tbh all i wanna do for hours is just sit in spence's lap and make-out with him and leave lipstick marks all along his neck and feel his hands all over me

It’s perfect activity for a late-afternoon on a Sunday.

They had just ordered a takeaway, from their favourite restaurant just down the road from where they lived, and they were waiting for the forty-five minutes until it was due to arrive. There’s a science-related documentary that was playing on the television that neither of the two of them were paying attention to because the game of tonsil-tennis going on between them was much more relevant to how they were feeling.

She straddled his lap with her arms resting on his shoulders, wearing nothing on her body but a pair of loose lounge shorts and a unbuttoned button-up that she has stolen from his wardrobe so she didn’t get cold in just the bra she had on, his hands on her hips to hold her secure on his thighs. Her fingers were in the curls of his hair, pulling on the tufts and raking the knots as she dragged her fingers from his scalp to the tips, the facial hair that covered the lower half of his face tickling her soft skin. He looked rugged, pretty sexy, and she was all over his appearance.

Her mouth felt good against his, their lips moulding together so perfectly and so deliciously and he tasted like coffee and she tasted like the orange soda she’d consumed not that long before she took control of him and neither of them had the chance to take a breath... they couldn’t. They were so enamoured by each other, by the taste, the the battling of their tongues and the gentle string of quiet moans that left their throats when there was a tiny break in their movements. In no way was she prepared to stop, feeling the pleasure she was emitting through her emotions beneath her and she was sure she would see the a rather pleasant bulge in his pants that was visual proof.

She’s seconds away from taking things further, her face deep in his neck and she was close enough to inhale the lingering scent of his aftershave that he had spritzed on that morning as he got himself fresh for the day, dragging her mouth across the expanse of skin and including teeth when she felt a little bit more intimidating when the doorbell dinged and had her stopping in her tracks.

“You’re kidding-”

“That’s a bummer. I guess you can get the door since you’re on top.”

His words become accompanied with a pat on the bum.

“Nuh-uh. I’ve got smudged lipstick on my face, I look stupid.”

“Oh, and I don’t? I’ve got the most painful boner in my pants right now and I’ve smudged lipstick all around my neck and I can feel it on my cheeks, thanks to you, missy. I think I get to skip this one this time.”

“Fine but you owe me.”

“Owe you what?”

“A good fuck when this is done. You can’t just sit there like a sexy lumberjack and not go all the way with me, Spencer Reid.”

Someone please tell me why has this kind of thought has been a constant thought in my brain today? I’m not even kidding with you. It’s been in my head all damn day. xx

155 notes • Posted 2021-02-11 22:07:26 GMT

Ummm you HAVE to write the blurb of them fucking against the desk

I brought this upon myself, haha-

Read the first part here.

Thrilling.

A word that she never thought she would use when speaking about Spencer. It wasn’t that she was speaking ill of him or belittling him for living a life that was, by a margin, different to the rest of the team... it was simply because she never expected him to be as adventurous or as outgoing as he was being with her in that moment.

She was no stranger to sex; feeling the body of a man between her legs wasn’t a common occurrence in her life, and she didn’t actively go looking for a bloke to shag and send on his way to be forgotten about, but she couldn’t complain when she had a sex life to brag about... even if it wasn’t at a prime, right then and there. Her sex life was like an open book, she’d call it that herself, because she never had any limits to how and when and where it began. Car sex was on her list, sex in a plane bathroom was something she was willing to try out, sex at a time when it should have been forbidden was something she thought about a lot of the time. Maybe she was having a drought... maybe she was feeling a type of way... maybe it was newfound feelings that she probably should have thought about before she hopped up on the desk for him... whatever it was, she was glad that dry-spell was coming to an end.

YN just assumed that Spencer wasn’t necessarily the type to bring the moment to something so intimate, expecting nothing but vanilla sex and a quick orgasm, so she felt pleasantly surprised to see this side of him. A side that not everyone had the privilege of knowing but a side she wished he showed more of... the arrogant side, the side that wanted to be in constant control, the side that made him so much more dominant than was necessary but happened to be the a side that made him hotter. More attractive. Sexier, to say the least.

Their friendship could be put on hold because this was a long time coming.

“You’re so tight for me,” he grunts into her shoulder, his hot breath slipping into the cotton of her black blouse and heating up her already flushed skin, “so tight and warm.”

Her fingers found the ringlets of his hair, tugging roughly on the sensitive hairs that grew from the nape of his neck, tightening her fist and her grip with each and every thrust of his cock that he pushed into her. His balls slapping against the bare skin of her bum. A leg hooked around his waist and a heel digging into the base of his back, knickers and the denim of her jeans hanging from around her ankle, as she kept her other foot upon the ground to keep her stable. The desk rocking back and forth beneath her that matched the movements of his hips, the rattle of her pens barely being heard beneath their pants and their moans and groans, the squeak of the legs going missed and if it broke under their weight... then, well, it broke and there wasn’t much they could do about it.

“Fuck- Spencer,” she draws out his name in an elongated moan and rolls her head back on the ball of her neck, allowing his face to bury itself deep into the crook of her collarbone. Her head rolling to the left which allowed her cheek to press against the soft hairs sprouting from the top of his head, “harder.”

“Harder,” he whispers to himself to remind him not to get too carried away with what he wanted from her. He needed her and he didn’t want to be clouded by the narcism that could take over if he got too ignorant with his own needs and desires, “deeper.”

She didn’t think he could go any deeper and she could feel him where no other bloke had ever reached before, filling her up whole and making her feel full and satisfied yet not completely satisfied because she craved more from him. She needed more, she needed to feel him, she wanted to keep him where he laid because it was nothing like she’d felt before with anyone.

“Fuck, I-” he croaks, his voice dribbling out to nothing and his mouth moves to what he wants to say but his voice just doesn’t cooperate, his forehead falling to her shoulder as he slows his thrusts and focuses on filling her whole, till she begs for him to stop, “tell me you love this. Tell me I’m better than anyone else you’ve had. Tell me I fuck you good.”

“So much better,” she pants, removing a fist from his hair so she could trail her palm down between their bodies, snaking her arm around his waist and pushing her fingers into the flesh of his bum. A bum that would be bare for anyone and everyone to see if they were to walk in on them. “So good, Spence. So big, so thick, fill me up so good. Better than anyone-”

She gasps when he gives her one particular rough thrust, his cock touching her somewhere she longed and craved to be touched, and she gulps thickly. Her head rolls back again, his head lifting from her shoulder so he could revel in the state of her, his stomach tingling with the excitement.

“So good, Spence. Better than anyone ever. You feel so good.”

She says it with a gravel tone, her voice scratchy and sore and he can tell she’s almost finished, her eyes dropping and matching the volume of her voice. And, truth be told, so was he. His balls ached for a release and, even though he did not want it to come to an end, he wanted to fill her up so she leaked his orgasm in a place that left a constant reminder for her to never forget.

Her desk.

The one that she sat at every morning to drink her cup of coffee and perched upon every night before she left to go home. The one that she spent more time at as she completed paperwork and case review. The one with the drawer that had small fidget toys to use as everyone waited for a case to come through. And, now, it was one that held a memory she couldn’t forget... a memory that would bring back thoughts and feelings that would make her long for him... a memory that he wouldn’t forget when he glanced over at her to sneak a look in.

“Gon’a cum,” he murmurs lowly, “let me fuck that baby into you.”

And just at the statement, she’s clenching rhythmically around the girth of him as he twitches and lets his thrusts become sloppy and spurts out the white strings of his orgasm into her. Letting their juices mix around him. His thighs tensing and shaking as he struggles to keep his position stable as her leg went rigid and tightened, bringing him closer to her so she could really enjoy every last moment of their time together, losing her footing with the foot that stayed upon the floor.

“So-”

“Wow-”

He laughs as she giggles, neither of them finishing their sentences, and she looks around the empty bullpen from over Spencer’s shoulder. Lights still on and shining brightly from above them, the hallway still empty and leaving no trace of anyone else,

“That was incredible,” she tells him as he steps back from between her legs and brings his boxer shorts and his black trousers back up to sit around his waist, his belt undone and hanging by his hips. She situates herself before she stands up on wobbly legs, the floor feeling different as she tried to balance her clouded vision with the throb between her thighs, pulling her jeans back up and zipping up the flies beneath her button, “I didn’t know you had that in you.”

“I’m not as soft as you think I am.”

“Is that so?” She queries and he cocks an eyebrow and smirks at her, “I might have to try and find out some more about you, Reid.”

“And, I’m okay with that.” xx

161 notes • Posted 2021-04-14 18:07:02 GMT

“already? do i really have that much of an effect on you?”

hello, hi!

here is the much anticipated part three to ‘you owe me’; the first part is linked here and the second part is linked here. the second scene of this story is simply all smut and nothing more than that - i tried to make it as realistic as i could so i apologise for how shocking it may read to you. i’ve not written smut in such a long, long time that i’ve lost the knack for it. i’m not the best when it comes to writing sex scenes and all that so i did try my best.

like, reblog and send in some feedback, please. it’s greatly appreciated and it helps me work out what you want to see and what you are after. if you want something specific then do let me know! i’d love to try and write something for you.

thank you. enjoy.

“already? do i really have that much of an effect on you?” spencer reid x female reader (reader insert imagine) word count; 3.4k

summary; after days of being teased by spencer, yn can’t control her feelings as soon as they arrive home and she doesn’t care where spencer suffices those feeling.

The plane ride home had been like any other journey home after a case had come to a conclusion.

Everyone scattered themselves amongst the confined space of the jet, with their own belongings to occupy them as they busied themselves for the ride home, doing anything to pass the time quicker. The coffee-maker was turned on upon their arrival and brewing a fresh batch of decaf coffee for them to sip at and to give them a little energy after been run ragged over the last couple of days, the fridge had been stocked with water for those who didn’t quite fancy a hot beverage and peanuts and other sorts of nuts had been left, in packets, for them to snack on throughout the duration. The blinds were ready to be pulled down but it hadn’t mattered because it was close to midnight and there was no outside light that would have caused them problems when trying to nap.

Hotch had taken his seat diagonal to Morgan in the collection of four seats, a small coffee mug in his hand as he sipped slowly at the liquid that burned his throat and made him feel a little more relaxed in his seat, his mind trying to not worry over filing the reports that would come in tomorrow morning when everyone had gotten some well-deserved rest. He was worn out from work and tired from working the longest days he’d worked and all he wanted was nothing more than to be at home with Jack, having a chat with mummy and tucking him in bed and reading him his bedtime story, before he conked out for the night and woke up feeling refreshed the next morning, ready for whatever was going to hit them in the next briefing. And Morgan, well Morgan did what he did any other time they were flying home; he was occupied with the headphones over his head, which played music that helped him divulge into his own world after a stressful day, knowing that he would be home and in his own bed before he knew it and not cramped up under a table and in to a seat that restricted his movements. The flight always bored him on the way home because, what could they talk about when they were exhausted from everything they had dealt with and had no reason to throw ideas around?

JJ slept in one of the singular chairs, curled up under the thin material of her FBI jacket because the plane felt a little cooler than normal and no one actually knew why, the other singular chair occupied by Emily who had found herself drifting in and out of sleep because of the turbulence that kept jolting her from the slim chance of catching some shuteye. A dream starting behind her closed eyes and being ripped away from her when the plane bobbed in the air under the cruel winds that were in the flight-path back to Virginia. Rossi was nose-deep in the book he had brought along to do research with, his laptop open on the table with a brand-new document opened up and a pair of hands that typed and typed and typed out the newest story he was close to sharing with the world upon his new book’s release. Eyes barely leaving the screen before him, the silencing rumble of the jet engines giving him the space to work with no distractions and no interruptions because everyone could barely string a sentence together and hope to hold a conversation, and every time he glanced around for a screen-break, he saw no open eyes watching him or staring into space.

Occupying the sofa had been Spencer and YN which, at the beginning of the flight, had caused some joking taunts and jeers because the team had finally gotten wind of what had happened before they were called in for the case and had an inkling in their guts that the moment, that had been so crudely interrupted, was bound to continue whenever they had the chance to start it back up again. But it wasn’t long before the taunts came to a halt and everyone drifted into their own worlds, leaving YN and Spencer to cosy up together, arms wrapped around one another, to nap - because YN had to drive home once they landed and Spencer really didn’t want her driving on no sleep because he knew of the possibilities.

And napping is all they did until they landed back in Quantico.

They said their goodbyes on the plane, whilst gathering their things and stretching the pained kinks in their backs and shoulders and necks, which was a strange thing because they all walked back into the unit together and stepped foot in the bullpen together and left things on their desks at the same time. A second set of goodbyes being shared, this time with hugs and handshakes and subtle nods being exchanged between the group of them, before they took their chance to escape.

Home was calling for them and they certainly weren’t going to ignore that.

“Are you hungry? I haven’t eaten since this morning and I could do with grabbing something to eat. Shall we grab something on the way back?” Spencer wondered, the elevator doors closing and shutting out the waving hands coming from Emily and JJ from the distance, shrugging their coats on being the last thing YN had seen before her view was restricted. Taking them down to the ground floor where they were expected to check-out of their duties only to re-sign back in during the following morning, his fingers laced with YN’s as they stood in close proximity in the largely-spaced elevator, “we could grab a burger from the burger van opposite? I know it’s not much and it should still be open but-”

“We have food at home, Spence,” YN assured him, squeezing his hand as the elevator came to a stop on the final floor and opened, revealing the ground floor that was empty of people. The tiled floors shining under the bright lights hanging from suspensions above, almost glaring and much brighter as it contrasted against the dark skies outside, squeaking footprints echoing around the large room as they exited the elevator and let the doors close behind them. For two in the morning, YN would have been surprised if anyone was still working into the early hours. “I just fancy a grilled cheese sandwich and a cup of tea, to be honest.”

“A grilled cheese sandwich?” Spencer gawked in surprise, coming to a halt and stopping her alongside him, eyebrows furrowed on his browline, “since when have you ever eaten a grilled cheese sandwich? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you make one, let alone suggest making one.”

“There are a lot of things you don’t know about me, Spencer Reid,” she grinned up at him and giggled when he looked a little surprised at her, his feet carrying on towards the exit and enticing her to follow (well, more like dragged along to start their way back to the doors again),, “I sometimes have one before I come to work, for breakfast. Don’t look so surprised, for goodness sake. They fill me up till lunchtime because we never know when lunch will be.”

“You don’t strike me as a greasy grilled cheese sandwich kind of girl,” he admitted, pushing the door open with his palm and letting her exit the building before him, hands still laced together as the cold air hit at their exposed skin. Her car was parked in a car-park opposite, just a short walk from where they had left the revolving doors of the bureau, in a space that had her name written all over it that kept it empty for her, in case of emergencies. “You’re more of a pancakes and syrup girl with strawberries and blueberries. All sweet and sugar, all things nice and delicious.”

“Oh, Spencer,” she tutted playfully, “I thought it was obvious that there’s a bit more to me than just sweet.”

She winked as she clambered into the car, seating herself comfortably in the driver's seat and swinging her go-bag into the footwell of the passenger side, starting the ignition to get the heating going as soon as possible so they could have a warm fifteen minute drive back to their apartment. She shrugged out of her coat and folded it in half, chucking it upon the back seats with her handbag following in suit, joining an opened and half-drunk water bottle that sat had been leaning upon the seat behind her for days. Spencer slipped his seatbelt on, clipping it in the clip beside his hip, setting his leather bag beside her go-bag (which had a couple of his folded shirts and a waistcoat in that she promised she would keep in good condition), feet squished up but he could deal with that until they got home.

“Let’s go,” she hummed, slipping the car into gear and pulling off in the direction their apartment was located, “I’m feeling rather hungry.”

“I thought you were hungry?” Spencer questioned in a state of disorientation, “we’re both hungry, baby. Come on.”

Her sudden actions of pushing him against the front door as soon as he had closed it behind him, of dropping their bags in haste so she could drag her hands down his clothed chest, of her lips barely leaving the skin of his neck had him taken aback. Really shocking, really out of the blue, yet he had no reason to push her away or move into the room like she hadn’t just playfully attacked him - he knew what she wanted, it was impossible not to know what she wanted, but this wasn’t exactly how he had planned on giving it to her.

“I mean, I am hungry but never said I was hungry for food, per se,” she admitted slowly, “I’m a little hungry for something else right now Spence and I’m hoping you can suffice that feeling. I know you can.”

“Is that so?”

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169 notes • Posted 2021-02-03 14:55:14 GMT

the episode where henry dressed as spencer for halloween literally makes me so soft 🥺

i’ve spent the last however long thinking about y/n surprising spence by dressing baby genius up as him for halloween🥺

Please... his bond with Henry makes me weak-

She promises to keep it a secret.

Their little boy told her with trust and confidence, when she took him to school one morning, that he wanted his halloween outfit idea to stay as a secret so that he could surprise his father. And, as his mother and the one he trusted with his idea, she promised him that she wouldn’t dare say anything to keep it a secret.

It’s hard for her find an outfit that would match similar to Spencer’s usual attire - because where would she be able to find a sweatshirt or a sweater vest that was almost identical to his and where would she find trousers that were almost perfectly matching? Where did she find a pair of child-sized socks to match his superstitious behaviour? - and it was hard for her to keep it a secret when he was eager to find out what their little boy wanted to dress up as that year.

“I said we should dress us as the doctor from Doctor Who. From a couple of the different eras,” he explains after she tells him a lie about their son not being so sure on what he wanted to be for the annual holiday, “but he just shook his head. Can you believe that?”

She tries not to give the secret away when he keeps begging to find out, when he keeps asking what he wants to be, when he keeps asking what clothes are in the shopping bags when she walks through the front door of their home. It’s hard because it’s so cute of their little boy wanting to dress up as his father and all she wants to do is tell Spencer so he could feel how warm her heart made her feel inside.

“You can’t look.”

“I’m not looking,” he states, his hands over his face and his fingers clenched together so he had no chance of looking at what he was being surprised with; halloween had finally come around and he was so close to seeing what his son was dressing up as after weeks of not knowing. “I promise, I’m not looking.”

He can hear the shuffles of their feet as they stood before him, gentle whispers coming from his wife as she speaks to their little boy, and he wants to peel his hands from his face so he could look.

“Okay, ready?”

“I’m ready.”

He has no idea what to expect after they finish their countdown from three; his wife was a clever one when it came to the holiday and she was always creating outfits for the two of them to wear when it came to going trick-or-treating. At the end of the countdown, with a rather enthusiastic exclamation coming from their little boy, he takes his hands from his a face and opens his eyes and it’s the that he feels the same warmth that YN had been feeling all these weeks.

His little boy, standing as tall as he could stand beside his mother, with his hair parted down the middle and fake glasses resting on his nose and a sweater vest, that looked very similar to the one he used to wear all the time when he was a youngster at the BAU, paired with a tiny button-down that was almost identical to the one he had chosen to wear that day. A leather satchel hanging off his shoulder with fake files peeking out from under the flap.

Him.

Their little boy was him.

The spitting image, almost.

“What do you think?” His wife asks and he really is speechless. When he heard his son talk about how he was excited to dress up as his favourite superhero for halloween, he hadn’t expected him and the thought brought a tear to his eye. Working such long hours, working every day and struggling to be home when he promised made him doubt himself as a father because he missed milestones and huge moments in their life as a family... but seeing his little boy dressed as him, he was the happiest. “Do you like it?”

“I’m you, daddy.”

“I can see that, buddy,” he smiles widely and drops to his knees in front of his little boy, sorting out the collar of the shirt that had gotten stuck underneath the strap of the leather bag. The socks on his feet being completely mismatched, one in a pattern that was striped and one in a pattern that was spotted, and the shoes on his feet were shiny and brand-new (and he only thought YN saw it as a win-win because they worked well as school shoes, too). “You look great. Very handsome, little man.”

“I should hope, he’s exactly you,” YN smiles, running her fingers through her husband’s hair, “it’s like looking in a mirror, huh?”

Spencer nods and cups his son’s face in his hands, pressing his lips against his forehead, “ready to go trick-or-treating?” xx

206 notes • Posted 2021-03-01 15:34:07 GMT

spence seeing you with kids and he’s just 🥺🥺🥺🥺 need to put a baby inside her asap!!!

Oh, god... just him being so informal towards the whole ‘I want a baby with you’ conversation has me reeling-

It’s inappropriate.

Not the fact that he wants to have children with one of his fellow agents, one of his friends who he had a lot of time and space for, and not because his thought process always ended up along the lines of wanting her squirming beneath him as he fucked into her real hard and real deep. Of course, really, it wasn’t ideal in their situation but what she didn’t know wouldn’t kill her. In retrospect, it would kill him before it killed her. But he knew it was incredibly inappropriate to have a specific thought, that involved the intimate nature, during a murder case that involved a child in the middle...

But she handled it so well. The case that was usually hard-hitting and the crime that was so disgusting and the unsub but she took a bite of the bullet and put all her vulgar thoughts, simply about what her kind of punishment would be to a suspect who thought kidnap was the best option to suffice their emotional loss and murder to aid the jealousy, to one side so she could care for and look after and hold the small child who had been through hell until they arrived.

It always surprised him how she wasn’t a mother yet.

Let alone, a wife to a man who he would deem as the luckiest man to walk the planet.

There was nothing sweeter, nothing more heartwarming, than seeing her be so gentle with a crying child who needed someone to give comfort. YN was always that person; the person children seemed to confide in, the person that children seemed to content with, the only person that could break through and truly dig deep until the truth came out because she was so nurturing.

She worried for him sometimes.

He was her best friend, and she was his, and they new each other like the back of their hands. They knew what triggered the other and they knew the signs of their upset, they knew each others expressions, they knew when they needed time to themselves and they knew when they needed time away from work to gather whatever sense of sanity they still had after a tough day.

So when he sat by himself on the journey home, picking at his fingers and biting his nails and barely looking up from his lap, it made YN’s mind query and worry because it had been a tough case and if he needed to talk then he could do so without being judged. Not that any other member of the team would judge him for feeling down... she knew, because he never fell short in telling her, he felt safe when talking to her than he ever did talking to Hotch or Rossi.

“Are you feeling okay?”

Spencer’s torn from his thoughts by the sweet sound of YN’s voice and all he can do is smile at her and nod.

He was feeling okay; the case never bothered him, it wasn’t one that failed and it wasn’t one that resulted in something for him to feel guilty over. His sickness wasn’t back, his migraines were long forgotten about, and he truly felt like he was at his prime for health. His mind was fuzzy, full of her, and it wasn’t fair to her if he told her, just what he’d been thinking about for the first half of their flight back to Virginia, in the quiet and rather tightly confined cabin of the jet where their conversation would have been amplified for all to hear.

“Spence, you can tell me.”

“I’m fine,” he says with a smile, his dimples peeking out upon his cheeks and his eyes crinkle as his mouth curves up into the sweetest grin he could muster up and give to her, “I promise, I’m fine.”

She stops with the conversation when she gets the hint that he just didn’t want the conversation to progress any further. She could feel the eyes of Derek that bored into the side of her head, her gut was telling her that JJ and Emily were whispering about the two of them and it didn’t take long for Hotch to pick up on the atmosphere and join in with the glances and the gentle smirks that everyone had upon their faces.

“I’m okay,” he whispers, squeezing her hand softly and turning his head so he could look at her with sincerity in his features, “thank you for worrying.”

Goodbyes.

YN always thought it was a pointless conversation to have, after they touched down and arrived back at the unit, because it was less than twelve hours before they would be seeing one another again. But, even though it wasn’t protocol, it felt like it was compulsory to bid adieu to one another with a hug or a shake of the hand or a kiss on the cheek with someone making a promise to bring coffee and bagels back to the office in the morning. It was a lovely conversation but it only really needed a ‘see you later’ because they really did see one another later in the day.

As she said goodbye to Garcia and watched the elevator doors close, and she turned on her feet to walk back into the bullpen, nerves clung to her insides in a way that made her feel sick. Which she though was strange. She never felt like that whenever she and Spencer were left alone because she loved the extra minutes she got with him. Personal minutes that allowed them to be themselves and not worry about being told off or bringing HR into the office because they did something they shouldn’t have.

But she needed to ask him. She’d go home and sleep better knowing the truth rather than believing him and questioning whether he was truly fine.

“We’re alone now,” she points out and he looks up from the paperwork sitting on his desk to take a look around the room, “do you want to tell me what was bothering you on the jet? Because something had you picking at your nails.”

He gulps thickly.

“Spence? You can tell me.”

He stands to his feet and makes his way down the aisle of the bullpen, desks on either side of him and desk chairs untucked and left in their positions from where the occupant had left it upon their exit for the night, computers turned off and pens left on the desktops because no one was as organised as Spencer was when it came to tidying up at the end of a long day. And YN watches him as he walks and she wants to follow him to wherever he was going. His bag was still tucked under his desk and the paperwork was half-finished and his desk was still disorganised so she guessed he was only going for a coffee.

That was until he came to an abrupt halt in the middle of the room.

“Spencer? Are you-”

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