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livingformintyoongi · 1 day

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BTS fic recs

I wanted to do this a while ago, but felt like I hadn't read enough, until I checked my likes and got a shock to the face lol. I wanted to give some recommendations of some fics (and a series) that I quite enjoyed reading, plus leave a small review because I feel like it's very underrated to comment on what you like something (people, comment more, I swear it makes a writer feel so much better than a like). There's the occasional spoiler in the reviews, so I recommend you read it carefully or just skip the comment ^^.

Dawning by @wintaerbaer JJK

summary: He’s never invited into your world during these late night sessions. You always push him away or ignore him. This is new. warnings: heavy depictions of depression and panic attacks, a brief line where taehyung worries oc is s**cidal. I really loved this fic. For a moment I thought it was some kind of two shot or something, but it only has this one part. Still, I felt the author captured the emotions very well. It felt so realistic that even I was worried when Y/N disappeared lol.

Bottle up old love by @wintaerbaer KTH

summary: Jungkook may have broken up with you a year ago, but that's not going to stop him from coming to your rescue when he sees you being cornered by a creep. warnings: language, a short harassment scene at the beginning (nothing too intense), explicit content including: unprotected sex (DO NOT), fingering, praise kink, biting, marking, spanking, cum eating (sort of?), big cawk soft dom jk, cowgirl (yeehaw), creampie, cockwarming. This fic made me remember why I love the exes to lovers trope. I loved seeing Jungkook as a tattoo artist, it's like, I don't know, so him, anyway, I loved it. I just found this account yesterday in the wee hours of the morning and I'm already loving it <3.

Cat-astrophe & Cat-enaries by @dumpywrites MYG

Summary: Your pet cat keeps going to your neighbor’s apartment and it’s a problem. I fell in love with this Yoongi like you have no idea. When I just read the first part I was so eager to keep reading, seriously, I loved it, it deserves so much love.

Two Days by @dumpywrites JJK

Summary: He just wants you to give him two days. He'll take you on a few dates and you'll decided if you actually like him? Or not? I live for Jungkook being simp of the reader, I feel it's so real lol. This fic made me feel so warm inside, it was too cute to read. It's kind of like my comfort fic.

S'more than friends by @borathae MYG

Warnings: subby!Yoongi, switchy!Reader, consumption of beer, so much awkward tension, jealousy, sex in a tent, mutual masturbation, handjob, fingering, making out aye, Yoongi loves her boobs and she loves his butt it’s a win-win, sex while other people are sleeping, public sex, she has a thing for his hands (but what’s new lmao), fluffy post-orgasm talks because I’m soft. I read it a while ago now, but I remember when I did I felt so soft. This Yoongi is just too cute.

Please don't go by @httpjungkookcom JJK

Summary | Jungkook’s never kept anything from you, ever. Not even the time where he tripped and accidentally kicked your dog, or when he fucked the most popular girl in high school and couldn’t make himself cum (poor guy was embarrassed for weeks), or when he accidentally rubbed all of his acceptance letters in your face without realizing. To put it short, Jungkook is an open book to you. So when he suddenly disappears, there’s a lot to question. Even more to question when he finally gets back and won’t tell you anything, going as far to avoid you. You’re on a mission to figure it out, even if it kills you. Index | Jungkook is so smart, but so stupid at the same time. Jungkook is not sly in the slightest. Kind of angst, fighting, arguing, bickering, etc. Criminal activity, it’s a Spider-Man fic. Injuries and mention of blood. College setting and age, reader and Kook share the same major. Some cute fluffy moments in between all of the action. Aunt Yoon is essentially Aunt May in the Marvel story line. Spiderkook, is more needed to read this fic? It was the first one I read about this au and I was WONDERED. God, you can't imagine how much I loved it. I thought it was so cute the way Jk approached reader being in his suit….

Accidental roommates by @jjkeverlast JJK

summary: moving apartments is stressful and difficult enough as it is. all the planning and packing and multiple moments of rearranging furniture; all you crave is peace. yet it seemed like peace was far within reach as the owner of the apartment had left out one tiny crucial detail from the ad — a ripped tattooed adonis, coupled, with a tiny baby daughter will come as your roommate. warnings: second hand embarrassment | jungkook's abs | annoying antics | suppressed feelings | both of them are stubborn and petty (it's gets tiring lmfao) | mentions of past relationships | a lot of time stamps | sexual tension | ft. namjoon 👀 | !constant change of perspective between reader and jungkook. I have a tremendous weakness with dilf, no matter who it is, I just love them. I think this was the first one I read by Jungkook. It was so fun and easy to read that the 14.7k words flew by for me.

Silk & Stones by @taegularities KTH

Summary: “Taehyung was a writer… he was a writer indeed.” Kim Taehyung knows his way around words – they cast a spell on your heart and mind, leave you gasping dangerously fast. Until the mystery behind his persona unveils and his touch, along with his words, becomes a vivid memory. warnings: writer + violinist tae 🥺 who’s a gentleman in the 19th century, brief mention of injuries/a mental institution, misunderstandings, heartbreak, secrets, grief, much poetry (and my attempt at writing a poem, pls spot), much disgoosting fluff, flirting and lots of sexual tension; explicit sexual content: 2 sex(y) scenes, fingering on a boat, choking, teasing, begging, praising, soft dom!tae, big dick!tae, tiddie fondling/sucking, some manhandling, dirty talk, they’re just so cute :((, oral (f. and m. receiving), some masturbation, oc is into neck kisses, some biting, fingering, hair pulling, asking for permission :(, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (it’s the 19th century...), aftercare; there’s quite some angst ok; lmk if i forgot smth !! This was a work of art for me. I felt so immersed in the story, so confused by the time changes and everything surrounding Taehyung, but I loved it, one of the best stories I've read of Taehyung since I joined tumblr.

17 going on 27 by @hansolmates JJK

summary; one second, you’re sobbing at prom because the most popular guy in school dumps you due to your relationship being a little prank to break your heart. the next? you’re a creative editor at Ego, the hottest young adult fashion magazine. as you try to figure out what’s the deal with this sudden time skip into adulthood, you come across relationships and friendships that are made to be cherished and made to be broken. genre/warnings; fluff, crack, future enemies to lovers, teenage and adulthood angst, time skips from high school!au to late twenties!au, 13 going on 30!au, all your romantic movie tropes come to life! a really big mess honestly, various movie and music references, mentions of sex, use of alcohol, everyone give jin and jimin a big ol hug, language, a surprise guest from the queen of england. I love adaptations, especially ones that add their own touch, and the writer did it so well. She made me hate Jungkook, and then love him, and then hate him again, in the end I ended up resenting him, I wanted reader to stay with Jin lol, but I still loved it. Definitely my favorite part was having Jimin as a best friend, I loved watching him take on Jungkook in the car. We all need a friend like him.

Hot Bot by @httpjeon JJK/PJM/KTH/JHS

JJK: You order a sex robot online after getting a coupon for half off. however, there’s something strange about yours. PJM: Fear is primal and causes one to make stupid decisions. KTH: Your parents have a gift for you, however, there’s been a mistake. JHS: As a product tester, you have one of the most sought after temporary positions in Hot Bot Inc. This is a series that has smut, I think the name gives it away. It's rather sad that the writer is on hiatus, but he left the gems of his works open to the public. The series is pretty good, I fell in love with Jungkook (and Yoongi kskjdsksjds). Highly recommended.

The proposal by @hansolmates JJK

summary; Jeon’s the editor-in-chief for Big Hit Publishings, a closet romantic with a penchant for antagonizing his assistant on the reg. When his work visa is in the process of being renewed and he takes a trip to Norway, his eligibility to stay in America is on the line. However Jeon Jungkook doesn’t go without a fight, and in order to save his job he offers you a proposal you can't refuse. genre/warnings; the proposal!au, fake marriage au, enemies to friends(!!!), friends to lovers, bouts of flangst, dry humping, slight blood but not too bad, lang, alcohol, poor jjk discovers he has the ability to feel emotion, poor y/n is in the middle as always. I was looking for an adaptation of this movie for so long that when I found this one I almost cried with emotion. I LOVED the movie and the concept it had, and I was so happy to read this fic that captures that very romcom essence that the movie has. I loved it.

Marshmallows and report cards by @untaemedqueen KTH

Warnings: Impreg Kink, Marking, Cunnilingus, Fingering, Birthday Sex, Spitting, Begging, Praise, Fellatio, Face Fucking, Big Dick!Tae, Multiple Orgasms, Unprotected Sex, Possessive!Tae, Cock Warming, Creampie. I already confessed, this kind of fics get to me. I remember reading it and melting with the ending. I read it a long time ago, so I can't give a longer opinion, but I do remember that I loved it and came out internally squealing after I finished it.

Orange tulips by @kainks JJK

Summary: You’d remember Jungkook with every life you lived. Only he’d never remember you, never recall how your fates were written in the stars since the beginning of time. Genre: Angst. Fluff. Light Smut. The anxiety and helplessness I felt reading this fic are on another level. This scarred me, I read it once and I was never the same person again. It was wonderful, I felt so many things and I was so nervous during the whole reading that I almost didn't even realize when it was over. It is a very enjoyable fic.

What if I love you too much? by @taleasnewastime

Summary: Jungkook. It’s only a name you learn after your son kicks his ball over the fence. Before that you only knew him as the hot new neighbour who mows his lawn topless. And though you have no intention of getting to know him anymore than that, inevitably you do. You don’t necessarily fall, it’s too slow for that, but you definitely develop feelings you don’t intend to feel. Because you know men like him, and you know that whatever you’re feeling, he’s probably not feeling the same. All the same, however hard you try, you can’t help yourself. Warnings: Single mum, small fights, explicit sexual content, oral (f receiving), safe penetrative sex, reader thinks Jungkook is cheating/playing the field, angst, but also fluff, child gets injured (though not seriously), talks of cuts and a small amount of blood. This fic left me feeling bad, it even made me question some future decisions regarding my relationship with my future partner and the necessary communication that must be had in a relationship from the beginning, especially if there is a child in the middle. It was something I really enjoyed reading, and even though I had my internal dilemmas with Jungkook, the drabbles in the story helped me a lot to let go of my grudge (I swear I have nothing personal with him sksjkajskajsj).

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cwispihae · 3 months

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Leaving Water 7

#one piece #usopp #op usopp #god usopp #sanji #op sanji #black leg sanji #sanuso #usosan #cwispihae #water 7 #I swear I set out to make something cute and fluffy I just EMOTION #There's so many good feels with these two TAT <3

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jellyfishandry · 2 months

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Could I request an Toshinori Yagi one shot where he meets a lady who actually prefers him in his "small might" form, mainly because it's easier to give him head pats and cheek/forehead kisses cuz she can reach when he's in that form compared to his muscle form where he's just way too tall for her to reach🤭 also it'd be cute if she's the teacher's assistant so she usually works alongside each of the classes teacher's and Toshi likes spending time with her cuz she gives him good advice on how to improve his teaching skills, and they often have lunch 2gether and go out on "dates" tho they prolly don't see it that way. Something fluffy and platonic possibly even like a slow burn where it takes them time and forming a true emotional connection b4 either starts to feel any sort of romantic type of love, but in the beginning it's all platonic and friendly like. Hope this makes sense😅

Toshinori one-shot

Content: Mentions of food, platonic or romantic, mentions of trash??, gn!reader,

Word count: 0.5k

A/N: I'm so sorry that this is a month late, but hope the way I wrote this is okay, as I'm not great with slow burn :'D (I'll do part two if you'd like)

“Good morning All Might.” You said, entering the staff room. You placed a pod in the coffee machine, and placed a mug under the spout. “Oh uh, good morning.” He was looking through some papers, and he seemed somewhat in a rush. Your eyes scanned his messy desk before you spoke again. “What’re you looking for?” “I lost my keys again, I swear I set them on my desk…” He replied, looking behind his monitor. You nodded and picked up your mug and took a sip of coffee. You motioned to his coat that was hanging off the back of his chair. “Have you checked your pockets?” He nodded, and sat back down in defeat. He looked under a folder, but to no surprise, his keys were not there. He always had a backup house key in his car, but of course that would require finding his car keys. Then his phone that was sitting on a pile of papers started to buzz with a reminder. “Why don’t you get to class, I’ll look for your keys while I have prep.” You suggested. A small smile appeared on his lips. “Thank you.” He stood up and gathered his things before leaving the staff room. Your eyes scanned the area around his desk, looking for his keys or the little All Might keychain attached to them. But there was no sign of them. A sigh escaped your mouth, and you sat down in front of your desk. You stared at the blank screen of the monitor for a moment, not wanting to start working. But you started anyway, going through the papers that were stacked in a neat pile on your desk. As you were sorting through them, you found a pencil about the size of your pinky. Assuming no one would want to use it, you dropped it in the trash can next to your desk. But when it made contact with the contents of the trash, there were a few quiet clinking sounds. You looked over at the trashcan, confused. You could see a key poking out from behind some trash. Hesitantly you reached down, reluctantly picking the keys out from the trash. They were indeed All Might’s keys. A soft chuckle escaped your mouth. He must’ve accidentally pushed them off his desk without noticing. You gently placed them on the desk and resumed your work. “Oh, you found them; where were they?” You jumped slightly, unaware that All Might had entered the room. “They were in the trash bin.” He laughed slightly, and sat down at his desk. “I must’ve knocked them off my desk, thank you for finding them.” You smiled at him. “It’s no problem.” There was a few minutes of silence where you continued working, and he was trying to do the same, but he seemed distracted. “Do you want to eat lunch with me?” He blurted out. You looked over at him, slightly shocked. But your look of surprise soon melted into a smile. “I’d love to.”

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rashomonss · 1 year

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A HUMANS WRATH

Part VII

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a/n: first off a humans wrath has a new look! what do y’all think? i quite like the red since it matches my blog, or should i have stuck with the green color palette?? (ó﹏ò｡)

second omg how do some of you read so fast..?? literally these past couple of days a few of you have been reading the entirety of this story in a span of 10 minutes or less. y’all are speed readers i swear, but i think it’s so sweet that you all read through it and enjoy it <3

warnings: a bit of manipulation, angst, the usual

An offering of oneself

The House of Lamentation had become quite lively as you continued to stay there. Each brother soon breaking out of their shell and opening up about the things your demons would usually tell you.

It was cute in a way to learn about them as they told you their own interests and some personal information. However this was nothing new since you and your demons already had such a strong bond; so listening to these brothers was like learning about each of them all over again.

They on the other hand loved hearing you talk about your interests as well as your thoughts. Each would listen with sparkling eyes as you spoke, some not even daring to look away afraid they would miss something important. It felt nice to get attention like this from them.

Your demons always gave you attention and it was nice, however the closer you got the more boundaries they pushed and you were never one to say anything about the matter since it never bothered you. Unlike your demons, these brothers respected your boundaries even if you hadn’t set any. So it puzzled you at first when they would knock at your door and wait to be let in instead of barging through the door shouting. Or when Belphie asked if you wanted to cuddle or if he could lay in your lap. Your Belphie never asked, he just did, but it never bothered you. Right?

They were also not ones to fight over you that much. Sure each liked their time with you, but they figured out a system to share your time without causing you stress. It was nice, only if your demons could do that.

You had made your way into Levi’s room with a few drinks and snacks as he requested. The Avatar of Envy would have gotten them himself, however he was busy preparing his room for the all-night anime marathon you agreed too.

Levi couldn’t contain his excitement when you had agreed, to the point where he had almost started crying. After you panicked and asked if he was ok he explained with a beet red face that he was just so happy you wanted to hang out with a gross otaku like himself.

After a few words of affirmation you helped him calm down and then claimed that he wasn’t gross and that he shouldn’t think of himself that way. Which again triggered another crying session followed by asking if you were an angel.

Thinking back on it now he was as emotional as your Levi, the only downside was that he wasn’t as physically comfortable with you as your Levi was. But the good thing with this Levi is that if you asked him not to talk down on himself then he would stop and listen. Yours would just continue making you exhaust your vocabulary further.

Asmo was also the same in a sense. He still had great fashion taste and advice, not to mention he always looked drop dead gorgeous. However this Asmo was more sentimental with you than yours. You found yourself swooning at his words when he would talk about how happy you made him. It was sweet.

You had found yourself in Asmo’s room for the night partaking in a new skincare routine he wanted to try. As you both laid down on his fluffy pink bed talking about drama and what not, Asmo cut the conversation short and got serious for a moment.

“You know darling I’ve always dreamed of doing this with you. Just talking and enjoying each other’s company as well as the latest Devildom drama” he said laughing a bit.

“After the incident we never were able to talk anymore and any time I tried you would yell, so I left not wanting to further stress you out. But oh how I missed you. Your beautiful smile and laughter, as well as your sense of humor. But now I’m so glad to be with you again, you don’t understand how happy it makes me! Not to mention your skin is looking lovely now!” Asmo said, pulling you into a tight hug.

You laughed in response as he continued to shower you with words of praise, surprisingly never once bringing himself up as he talked about you. Which shocked you a bit since your Asmo always mentions something about himself. But you didn’t mind…

Satan had always been the same, there and here. He continued to always watch out for you and make sure you were doing well. Not to mention he still continues to tutor you or even help with your homework. He was always thoughtful about your needs and made sure to walk you to your next class or help you cram study for the next upcoming project.

Satan was always so reliable. And you confirmed that when you spent the day in the library with him after school.

He was helping you finish the worksheet given in your Devildom history class and even offered some new pieces of information your Satan never mentioned. As he was watching you study he couldn’t help as his mind began to drift somewhere else.

This was like a fairy tale in a sense. You never let him get too close before, but now you were sitting next to him asking for his help, and even talking to him about your interests and favorite books.

He knew he shouldn’t let the conversation falter since you were supposed to be studying but he couldn’t help himself. Your voice was so comforting to listen to. He had never heard it often so hearing it now while it was just the two of you was divine.

Since you had read some of his favorite books he found himself rambling about them more so than he liked. But he didn’t care, the way you looked as he rambled made his heart race. And as you talked the expressions he gave you were simply adorable.

Your Satan wasn’t nearly this expressive. Sure he was expressive to an extent but it was like watching a whole new side of him. It was exhilarating. You wished your Satan would be a bit more expressive like this one.

Your first demon found himself regaining that position again. Much to all the other brother’s dismay you and Mammon were joined at the hip again causing all sorts of mischief. He loved having you around like he used too. The butterflies in his stomach remained ever present the more time he spent with you, and he loved the feeling you gave him when you would reciprocate his affection.

You and Mammon were enjoying a few Devildom movies in his room like last time, except he vowed not to push you out. He instead let you know how much he valued you and your company. Insisting that you were a great fit for “The Great Mammon”.

Laughing as he cracked a joke or two about the two of you, you found yourself wishing your Mammon was as open about his feelings as this one was.

Sure the tsundere act he gave off was cute, but sometimes you wished he was more open with his feelings instead of acting like you weren’t that special to him. It hurt a tad but you had gotten used to it because Mammon always made you feel more special than anyone.

However this Mammon was soon beginning to make you question if you really did want more with your Mammon. Deciding to push it to the back of your mind you didn’t want it to bother you. Because you told yourself you were happy with your demons.

And oh Beel, he continued to be as sweet as your Beel. Always making sure you ate enough, and making sure you were in proper health.

One thing this Beel found himself enjoying more was the fact that you fed him. Since you would constantly feed your Beel you unconsciously did the same with him. The gesture at first surprised him but he found himself thoroughly enjoying it. After all this way he was able to eat more food.

His brothers were not fond of it since he always wanted you to sit next to him at restaurants or dinners at home. They claimed he shouldn’t be doing that to you because then you’d never be able to eat your food since you were constantly feeding him.

This worried the poor demon so you soon found yourself being fed instead. It surprised all of you when Beel would wait to eat until you were content. It was endearing that he did that but sometimes you would have to tell him to make sure to eat because his stomach was scaring everyone.

He also formed a habit of picking you up and just carrying you around. At first it scared you when you were suddenly lifted by your armpits and held bridal style in his arms till he set you down. It was cute though.

Thinking back, you thought to possibly ask your Beel if he could be more affectionate. It’s not like he wasn’t, but the way this Beel was pampering you made you feel as if you were on cloud nine. But you decided against it because you found your Beel’s affection to be enough. That's what you wanted to believe…

Belphie was an interesting demon now. After he heard what you spoke to Lucifer about and even after apologizing he still felt himself tiptoeing around you, worried.

He always made sure you were comfortable in his presence before doing anything though which made your heart swell just that small bit, because you realized he cared. Of course your Belphie cared, he just had a funny way of showing it sometimes.

Since Belphie was a brat you weren’t that surprised that this Belphie acted like one. However it was never directed towards you, instead his brothers were always on the receiving end.

After he found out about your knowledge of stars the Avatar of Sloth soon found himself falling in love with you and your voice. However what he didn’t know was that he was actually the one who taught you everything you knew about the topic.

The planetarium had become your usual resting place now. He loved to look at and talk about all the beautiful stars in the sky, he even showed you his and his brothers stars. Unbeknownst to him however was you knew they existed, after all him and Beel had given you theirs.

But you humored him, which in turn made the youngest unbelievably happy to not be on the receiving end of your anger anymore. Perhaps Belphie had never been so bad after all. You then found yourself wishing your Belphie would apologize like the one laying soundly asleep on your lap did.

Lastly was Lucifer. He couldn’t get enough of you for some odd reason, which he found almost suspicious because he never would have thought a human could bring out emotions like this from him.

What didn’t help was the fact that you could read him like a book. You knew how he liked his coffee, and how he preferred his sandwiches sliced. You even knew the way he liked to prepare his favorite snack. It was as if you knew him like the back of your hand, which spoiler you did.

After spending so much time around the oldest back in your original timeline you found yourself knowing each of Lucifer’s little habits even if he didn’t catch on to them himself. So now being here with this Lucifer you had found it to be quite odd when he would give you puzzling looks when you did something he preferred.

He couldn’t help it. He believed himself to be falling in love. Is this what he could’ve had if you accepted their apology? Being doted on and loved? This was a new experience for the Avatar of Pride, one he soon enjoyed. And oh when you complimented him you only added fire to his already flaming ego.

So he thought of the perfect scenario to make it official with you.

You had walked into his office late at night knowing this would be one of the designated days he stayed up late to do paperwork.

Lightly knocking you then walked in before he could answer, holding a silver tray. On the tray laid freshly brewed tea and a small sandwich since he only ate a small portion for dinner.

The demon in question smiled up and greeted you as you walked in and set the tray down.

“Good afternoon Mc”

“Good afternoon Luci” you replied smiling. Soon taking your seat on one of his big plush chairs in front of the desk.

He found himself loving that nickname, especially since you used it only in his presence. “Thank you” he replied after taking a sip of the tea.

“Of course, anything for you” you smiled, teasing him with a wink.

He rolled his eyes jokingly and set his pen down to look at you. This action caused you to stiffen a bit, since he only did that when he had something important to talk about.

“So Mc,” he started

You swallowed another sip of tea and braced yourself.

“I want you to know how much I really appreciate you being here.”

“Oh Luci it’s no problem, I’ve told you this before”

“No seriously Mc I mean it. You’ve changed my brothers and I. You’ve helped us a lot and for that we are very grateful, you should know Diavolo is too. Because now the exchange program is going wonderfully. And it’s all thanks to you”

You blinked for a few seconds stunned. Lucifer did praise you at times but this was something else entirely. You smiled at him and sighed. A sense of deja vu then washed over you.

You’ve had this conversation before…

That’s why it felt so familiar, the only thing different was that your Lucifer was singing your praises.

“Thank you Luci, I appreciate it”

“I’m glad you do, you should know it’s not everyday I give my compliments to someone” he laughed.

You laughed in response but fell silent when his eyes didn’t meet yours.

“Mc there’s something I want to ask you.”

“What’s up...” you said skeptically, a part of you didn’t like where this conversation was going.

“As a part of my appreciation to you, I’d like to offer myself to you…”

What…

“Mc, it would be an honor, if you would make a pact with me.”

No, why was he asking that.

He knows I’m not his Mc right..?

You stared at him blankly as he smiled at you. “Lucifer, you know I’m from a different timeline, correct..? I’m not your Mc.”

He looked at you puzzled again then continued. “I know that’s why I’m asking you, not them.”

You froze. What was he talking about? It’s not like you were staying in this timeline forever, you had to find the way back to yours eventually.

“Lucifer… I already have a pact with you”

“No, you have a pact with another demon from a timeline that’s not this one.”

“Lucifer. I already have my own Lucifer, I’m sorry” you said.

You saw his face drop and felt your heart shatter. Never had you once seen an expression like that on his face.

“Besides,” you continued trying to lighten the blow “I have to go back to my timeline eventually so I have no right to make a pact with you because technically this isn’t even my own body.”

“That doesn’t matter this is the present”

“No Lucifer, I’m leaving eventually. And how would your Mc feel if they came back and found another pact on themselves that they didn’t even want. Consider their feelings for a change”

“Mc..” Lucifer began.

“I understand if that’s what you want,” he said smiling.

As you took in his expression you felt whatever was left of your shattered heart crack more. Besides how would your Lucifer feel if you rejected a pact with him?

That question popped into your mind as you studied the Avatar of Pride’s face. Sighing, you turned to leave. But before you spoke some final words to him before heading to bed.

“I’ll think about it Luci…just…give me time. And good night”

Lucifer walked over and leaned down to kiss your cheek. “Good night Mc”

Your face flushed a bit but you turned before he could make it out and quickly left, trying to remember before this incident when the last time Lucifer kissed you was.

He smiled in response as you scurried out of his office then walked back to his desk. “Take all the time you need Mc, after all you’re not going anywhere anytime soon”

Lucifer knew you were a pushover. It was clear to him when you spilled your emotions that night. You let him and his brothers walk all over you in your timeline, and it wasn’t that hard for you to pick up your old habits here. So he believed that if he showed you a side of him that the other Lucifer rarely showed you’d give.

He wanted a pack with you. He wanted to feel close to you like his brothers did.

However when you rejected him initially he went with plan b, which ultimately worked. The second he made even the saddest expression your mind changed instantly as if to not want to upset him.

Surely Mc, you should’ve known something like this would happen. Especially with him and his brothers, they’re demons after all, and they live on pursuing what they want, him included.

So he and his brothers decided to show themselves in a different light than you were used to, in hopes of realizing that they were the better set of brothers than your original ones.

Which soon made you find yourself thinking as you laid in bed that night.

You have been comparing both sets of brothers to each other a lot lately.

Next part

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endzithefangirl · 8 months

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Public Transport

Authors note: I don't know how I even came up with this.... In a lot of pain right now, so I made this to cope with the pain

Summary: After being called 'a Mandalorian no more', you try to help your Mandalorian on the public transport starliner.

Warnings: The obligatory English isn't my first language, no use of Y/N, female reader honestly kind of fluffy-it's domestic stuff, real cute

Word count: 4.2k

You could tell that Din was hurt. The Armorer has deemed him 'a Mandalorian no more'. And all because two years ago he took off his helmet in front of you and Grogu. And now, two years later, he just got you back, but lost his people. Not to mention that the Razor Crest was at Peli's in pieces. You walk around the city, headed for the public transport starliner. You are headed to Tatooine to see how Peli is doing with fixing the Razor Crest. You and Din have barely spoken since he told you what happened with the Armorer. You don't want to push him to speak. You have Grogu in his wrap on your chest as you walk towards the public transport ship. Something starts beeping as Din walks up.

"You are going to have to remove your weapons"A protocol droid told Din

"I'm a Mandalorian, weapons are a part of my religion"Din said clearly annoyed. After some back and forth with the Droid, Din reluctantly put all of his weapons in a box, including the controversial darksaber.

You sit in the public transport starliner, a family of Rodians in front of you. You look at Din. He's still hurt by what the Armorer said. You don't pressure him. Instead, you look around in awe. You've never been on a public transport ship.

The journey from Coruscant to Tatooine is a peaceful one, and although you try to be considerate towards your wounded companion, he can see the curious spark behind your eyes. As you take in the surroundings, he looks over at you, the mask hiding his emotions, but his eyes showing a little surprise. “You’ve never ridden a starliner?”

"No. It's so big. And there's so many people!"You say, your eyes looking around like little kids. Your enthusiasm is endearing, so Din leans in closer, lowering his voice. “Well, a little hint from a veteran. If you don’t want anyone sitting next to you, just cough a few times, really loudly, and watch the entire area clear out.”

"Yes because people haven't been avoiding sitting next to us because of your Armor"You say with a slight smile. The hint of humour sends a smile across Din’s face, a subtle reminder that this Mandalorian knows how to loosen up, even just a little bit. He looks over at you. “This is still all so new to you, isn’t it?”

You nod as you see a droid come up next to you

"What would you like to eat?''The droid said. Grogu's ears perked up at the sound of food. You look at Din. Your expression is half confused and half excited...

“What do you think, little one?” Din asks Grogu, who starts nodding his head enthusiastically. “Two orders of fried bantha nuggets, two slices of bantha bacon, and 4 blue milks, please,” the Mandalorian says. The droid gives you the food. Grogu stares at it, eyes wide and full of excitement. The droid continues on to the next customers. You take Grogu out of his wrap and get him situated to eat

"Do you pay more for the food?"You ask Din, not knowing the answer. Din watches you as you set Grogu up to eat, smiling slightly as he watches you interact with his little companion. He glances back down at his food before replying to your question. “It’s all included, if that’s what you mean. They give us all a meal with our tickets.

"Really?!"You say. You put the plate in front of Grogu, making sure to only put bite sized regulated portions in front of him. You swear this baby would eat a live Bantha if it could. Grogu looks up at the plate of food with a wide smile, eyes shining, just waiting to get his little hands on that bantha bacon. Din reaches out a hand, grabbing one of the nuggets and bringing it down to Grogu, where he holds it out to him, watching in amusement as the little one leans in and takes a big bite out of the piece of fried meat.

"Can I eat it too?"You ask.

Din smiles as he sets some fried bantha nuggets in front of you on your plate. “Here you go. But be careful, it’s hot,” he says, keeping a close eye on Grogu, whose mouth is full of hot, crunchy goodness. Grogu and you eat in silence. You make sure that Grogu doesn't spill or eat too fast. Grogu doesn't like the fact that you're not letting him eat everything in one go, but he doesn't complain as he sees that he's still getting the food. Din just looks at you, not saying anything. Before you know it, your plates are clean, and Din is gathering up your empty dishes. The two of you sit there in comfortable silence, Grogu looking up at you with that same smile as before. He reaches up to your face, grabbing one of your cheeks. “Grogu,” he says, trying to get your attention.

Grogu looks at Din.

Din doesn't like that he has to be the 'bad cop' parent, whilst you get to be the 'caring' parent. But Din doesn't know how much Grogu actually loves him and looks up to him. Grogu looks at Din, wondering what his father doesn't like now. Grogu gives Din a look that says 'why can't I poke my mother?'.

As Grogu keeps poking at your face, Din leans in and places his hand on top of the little one’s head, moving him away from you. Grogu makes a noise of disapproval, and Din turns to you to offer some sort of explanation. “We don’t touch people without their permission, little one,” the Mandalorian says, now sounding a lot more serious than before. Grogu makes a noise that seems to mean something along the lines of, 'But it’s my mother!'

Grogu looks at you, trying to get you to side with him. As you're giving the empty plates to the droid, you turn back to Grogu, knowing exactly what he meant

"Grogu, listen to your father."You tell your little green monster

Grogu makes his disapproval known with a loud pout as he leans against you, holding onto you while he sticks his tongue out in Din’s direction. Din gives his little charge a stern glare, making it clear to the little one that he will not be swayed.

"Grogu...''You warn. Now, Din is always scolding him. For his own good of course. But Grogu knows that if you scold him, then he has to listen. You don't do it often, you're more willing to let the little womp rat do what he wants as long as he's not hurting himself. Grogu backs down, giving his father an apologetic look. Then he looks at you as if to ask if he can poke you.

"Yes, you can poke me. Thank you for asking"You tell him, following the parenting strategy his father is trying to use. Grogu smiles softly and pokes at one of your cheeks with a giggle. Din glances over at you, trying not to let the small smile reach his face. He knows you have a soft spot for the little one, and is impressed by the way you’re being more strict about his behaviour. When he’s about to look away, you catch him looking at you, and although he tries to hide it, there’s a slight red tint to his cheeks.

"Are you okay?"You ask him. You know he's hurt by the leader of his people calling him 'a Mandalorian no more'. You can see it hurts him. You want to make sure he's okay. And if he's not, you want to be there for him.

“I’m fine,” Din says, keeping his voice steady, although some hesitation can be heard in his words. There is little question that the decision made by the Armorer has hurt the Mandalorian, despite his claims to the contrary. He glances over at you and Grogu, before looking back out of the window, trying to find any distraction for himself in the outside world. You put your free hand, the one not holding Grogu, on his hand. You say nothing. It's just to reassure him. To say: I'm here for you. To say: You are no less of a Mandalorian to me. The touch of your hand feels both tender and familiar. With Grogu on your other side, Din can feel himself surrounded by the two most important people in his life, and it makes his heart beat a little faster. He takes off the glove of that hand and holds your hand. He doesn't do more. He goes back to looking out the window. You decide not to push further. You let him have a bit of space. He needs it.

His hand feels comforting in yours, warm and yet rough from the hard work he puts into his weapons and armour. It’s not your first time holding his hand, but the warmth of it seems much more noticeable to you. Din still hasn’t looked back your way, letting silence stretch out between the two of you. We sit in silence for a while. It wasn't tense or awkward. Suddenly, a little kid from the Rodian family in front of us turns around. He waves at Din. Din looks at the kid, and then turns back to the window. Grogu waves at the kid, clearly wanting to make friends. You smile at the kid too

Din is visibly tensing up as the Rodian family’s child tries interacting with him. His grip on your hand tightens, and it feels like there’s a lot more pressure now. He’d rather not interact with strangers, but he doesn’t want to seem rude either. As Grogu sees the Rodian child waving at him, he starts to bounce up and down a little, trying to get the Mandalorian’s attention.

"Excuse me?"The Rodian mother turns to ask us

"Yes?"You answer. You want to allow Din to keep in his thoughts, so you shall leave him to himself and deal with the friendly family by yourself. Grogu looks over at the Rodian boy with an expression of excitement and anticipation, clearly wanting to meet him and get the chance to make friends. When the boy’s mother asks something of you, you can feel Din tighten his grip on your hand just a little bit.

“Is it alright if our son goes over to yours and says hello?” the Rodian woman asks.

"Oh uh... Sure. As long as he's gentle."You say. You see the little Rodian boy get out of his seat and come to our side. Grogu moves to play with the little Rodian. Thankfully, the Rodian boy is gentle and doesn't seem to cause problems. Grogu is absolutely filled with excitement as he gets the chance to meet a new friend. Din watches as the two of them move over to each other, Grogu using the few words of Rodian he still remembers to try and communicate with his new friend, while the Rodian boy is amazed by the little creature standing in front of him.

“Your little one is adorable,” the Rodian mother says with a smile, trying to compliment you and your son.

"Oh thank you! What's uh your son's name?"I ask the Rodian mother politely

“His name is Rodo,” the Rodion woman replies proudly, looking down at her little son and smiling, a mixture of pride and love clear in her eyes. Grogu is trying his best to communicate with the little Rodian boy, but isn’t able to put his words together in a way that allows them to communicate the best they could. Nevertheless, he still seems overjoyed at the chance to make a friend.

"Oh"You turn to the little boy "hi Rodo. Thank you for being gentle with my little one" You say to the Rodian boy

Rodo smiles up at you, and Grogu leans in to hug the little boy, who hugs back and smiles. Din stays quiet in the background, his mind a mystery to you at this moment. You glance back to check on him, but he still seems withdrawn, not wanting to get involved with all the socialising. The Rodian mother calls her child back to her. Rodo and Grogu wave at each other, big smiles on both the boys faces

"Thank you for letting him say hi. He was so interested in you little one"The Rodian mother said. Then she glanced back at Din

"Oh no problem. He's very well behaved"You compliment the mothers parenting

The Rodian mother thanks you for your kind words, and although Grogu doesn’t fully understand what’s being said, that doesn’t stop him from smiling widely when you and Rodo wave at each other. Grogu looks up at you with such a happy and innocent expression, and you know that no matter how tough things might seem, you’re always going to have love in your life. Din looks away, avoiding you, but you’re more than used to seeing his closed off side. He seems a little more relaxed, but still not very talkative.bThe Rodian mother seems to want to engage in conversation with you. You don't mind as long as they don't bother Din. Maybe it's just two parents chatting?

The Rodian woman seems to be a naturally talkative person. The type who just enjoys communicating with others. She starts asking you questions about your home and about Grogu, with your answers filling the silent air between you two. Din sits quietly in the background, looking out of the window and avoiding the conversation.

“And I don’t mean to be too nosy,” the Rodian woman says, “But why are you two travelling alone? Why isn’t your husband here?”

"Oh uh I'm not travelling alone"You tell her.

You don't have a husband, but... You guess the closest thing to that is Din. The Rodian woman gives you a funny look, but you decide not to mention the fact that you aren’t actually married to the man sitting in the corner. “Well, where is he then?” she asks, with a slight confusion in her tone.

Din seems annoyed by her line of questioning, and you are almost able to feel that tension in him as he turns to look out of the window, trying to distance himself from the conversation.

You subtly point to Din, trying not to loop him into the conversation. The Rodian mother looks at the Mandalorian, whose eyes are still glued to the view out of the window. He doesn’t say anything, and his body language makes it clear that he doesn’t want to join the conversation. “Him?” The woman asks, giving a confused look.

"Uh yeah" You say hoping she won't ask too many questions

“Ah. And is he your husband?” The Rodian mother asks.

"Yes"You say not having time to explain the complicated unlabeled relationships between your 'family' members.

“Huh” the woman looks at Din strangely, pointing to him as he's still looking away from the conversation, clearly not interested in engaging. “Oh, alright then,” the Rodian woman says, deciding to move on to the topic at hand. She looks at the little Rodian boy, whose eyes are filled with admiration as he looks at Grogu. “So, your little one here,” the Rodian woman says, referring to your own son, “How old is he?” She asks.

"Uh... Two"

Technically 52. But you can't say that. Mentally you guess Grogu is two...

“Ah. And how come he’s so small for his age?” the Rodian woman asks, clearly not entirely aware of the more bizarre aspects to Grogu’s aging. All she’s going off of is what it looks like from the outside. You know that Grogu is much more than two years old, and his size is a direct reflection of his species and their biology.

"He's a... Different species. They are smaller"

The Rodian woman seems to accept your reasoning as she nods again. “Well, he’s adorable,” she says, her tone filled with a bit of amusement. She looks over toward Grogu, who is trying to communicate something to Rodo, with the two of them clearly having trouble getting their point across to each other.

"Thank you"The Rodian family turns around after that and continues their conversation in their language. You run to Din, noticing that he kept his hand gloveless.

You take his hand again and don't say anything. You just rub the back of his hand in reassurance

With Grogu safely in your care, you have a moment alone with Din. As soon as you rub your hands against his, he glances over at you and gives you a smile, clearly appreciating the gesture. He shifts his hand to rest on top of yours, his fingers gently holding your hand in place. While his expression remains stern, there’s something about that small moment between the two of you that feels almost intimate.

"How are you doing?"You whisper to your 'husband'

"I'm fine." His voice sounds tired, and he looks away from you to avoid eye contact, but something about the way he holds onto your hand reveals a vulnerability in his expression. You can tell that he's not in the best of moods, but he doesn't seem to want to talk about it in detail.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No," Din says without hesitation. His grip on your hand tightens a little bit, and he seems more than a little bit tense. "It's nothing."

"Okay. I won't force you. I just... I want you to know that this doesn't change anything, to me at least. You're still my Mandalorian. You always will be."You tell him quietly. Din doesn't look back to you, but you can tell that he heard what you had to say just by the brief, subtle softening of his expression. He's always valued your feelings, and hearing you voice support for and reassurance for him is always something that makes him feel better.

"Thanks." His voice is soft, and it seems like he genuinely appreciates the kind words you just told him.

You keep gently rubbing his hand, not trying to pressure him into talking more. You rather just let him know that you still love him. You play with Grogu a bit, as well as let him jump over to play with the Rodian boy again. Din doesn't seem to mind the things around him, but every time you let go of his hand for a second to help Grogu, he almost grabs your hand again. It's his quiet way of saying 'don't leave me'. And you won't. You take his hand again each time. Din’s grip on your hand seems to be somewhat of a reflex at this point, his body automatically reaching out for you every time it doesn’t feel your presence there. He seems relaxed as you play with Grogu and the Rodian boy, though he doesn’t join in on the play despite you trying to include him. He’s always been a bit antisocial, even when it comes to playing, and he’d much rather see you and Grogu happy than worry about him.

After a few hours, you are about half way on your journey. You need to take Grogu to the bathroom

"Is there a bathroom here? I need to change Grogu."You ask Din. You're not sure if public transport starliners have bathrooms, it is your first time on one.

“Yeah, there’s a bathroom by the back,” he says, pointing to the back wall.

"Okay, I'm going to go with Grogu, we'll be back in a few minutes"You tell him. You let go of his hand and take Grogu to the bathrooms. Suddenly the Rodian boy turns back. He waves at Din, but Din barely acknowledged it

"Excuse me sir?"The Rodian told Din

Din looks over at the Rodian child, whose smile turns to confusion when he sees the Mandalorian looking at him with an annoyed expression on.

"Uh... yeah?" Din asks, clearly not wanting to talk to the little boy. The boy seems a little hesitant to interact with Din. "Your wife is so pretty!" Rodo said with a giggle

Din could tell that the young Rodian waited for you and Grogu to leave, probably too scared to say it in front of a pretty woman.

Din's face softens as the boy mentions you, and he lets out a quiet chuckle. "Thanks," he says to the young Rodian, although there feels like a bit of hesitation in his voice. The Rodian boy seems a bit surprised that the Mandalorian isn't angry at his compliment, but he seems thankful for the more positive reaction. The Rodian boy turns back to his seat, and then silence hits again. With the Rodian boy safely back in his seat and far away from him, Din sighs, finally calming down a bit. He looks over to you and Grogu, who seem to be having fun together by the bathroom. A small smile crosses his face, and as you both walk back to the seat, his hand comes out to take yours again.

Grogu waves at his dad from across the aisle.

With Grogu out of the bathroom, and Rodo safely back in his seat, Din finally settles back down, and his body seems to relax again, though not fully. He leans his head against the headrest and closes his eyes, seemingly wanting to take a break from everything for a while. You and Grogu sit back down and Grogu gives you a look.

"Ask your dad if it's okay."You tell the little one

Grogu pulls at his dad's arm, clearly wanting something. Din opens one of his eyes to look at Grogu, trying to see what the little boy wants. Grogu is clearly trying to get Din’s attention, and he seems like he wants something. Din looks at you, wondering what you think he could want, a little bit of trepidation in his expression.

"He wants to give you a hug, but I remember you are strict on teaching him to ask permission before touching."

Din nods, his stern expression softening for just a moment. He looks at Grogu, then slowly nods again.

“Sure,” he sighs, “He can come over here.”

Grogu smiles, looking a little happier at getting his father’s approval. He gets up from his seat and runs over to Din, holding his arms out as he wants a hug. You look at your boys for a moment.... Din taking Grogu and letting the little womp rat hug him

Grogu pulls away and then goes back to you. Uou look at Din, a smile on your face. Din finally relaxes, his expression returning to normal. He leans back into his seat, sighing, and you wonder what’s on his mind. He looks over at Grogu, who is hugging you and rubbing against you, clearly wanting his father to pay attention to him. Grogu reaches his free hand over to Din, wanting to also interact with him. Din looks at Grogu’s small and adorable hand for a moment, then he reaches out his hand to gently caress Grogu’s cheek.

"I'll try to follow your parenting techniques. I promise"You tell Din

Din looks over at you, his expression revealing just how appreciative he is of your willingness to follow his parenting techniques and ideals.

“Thanks,” he says, his soft voice sounding much less stern, and his eyes having a slightly softer look to them, “I know you’ll do great.” You see Din's hand move away from Grogu and then grab your hand again. He puts it back on the armrest, holding your free hand. You don't complain, in fact you continue rubbing the back of his hand.

"He's so cute when he sleeps''You quietly comment a little later on, as the green baby sleeps on your lap. Din looks over at Grogu, feeling his chest warm as he sees the little boy sleeping peacefully against you. “He is.” His voice sounds a little softer, and he stares at Grogu for a moment before looking back at you. “He’s cute most of the time.” His voice has a little bit of a teasing tone to it, which causes Grogu to shift and open one of his eyes.

"Hey, don't let him fool you too. One of us has to be able to resist his cuteness, or we'll spoil him too much...." Din laughs, looking back at you. You see Grogu look over to you with an adorable smile on his face, and he lets out a cute little laugh.

“Yeah, I think it’s a little too late to resist his cuteness.” Din looks over at you and smiles softly. “You’re right, though. He’s a little cutie, but he’s also very misbehaved. Spoiling him will definitely not end well for any of us.”

"You're better in that department. You're the strict parent. I'm too much of a softie...."

“But you’re also his mother. Grogu needs and loves your affection and love, just as much as he does mine.” Din glances over at Grogu again, and Grogu’s look changes as he reaches a hand up and touches Din's chin.

“He knows he can be cute and get himself out of trouble,” Din says with a small smirk. “But he really can’t resist a hug from you.”

"I love him so much"

“I know,” Din says, giving you a genuine, soft smile. “I do too… And I love you…”

#din djarin #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian #the mandalorian fanfiction #the book of boba fett

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Christmas Miracle pt. 2 - Chris Four Years Later

AN: Nothing but cute fluffy Christmas content ahead, I loved it! Not as emotional as part 1 but I wanted to go for cute :)

“Can I help you finish anything babe, I have everything finished upstairs for the surprise later,” Chris says softly, stepping up behind you in the kitchen.

“Nope, everything else just needs to go in the oven for set times. I am getting ready to do that now and then we just wait for our family to join us,” you say softly, moving to pull a couple baking dishes out of the fridge now that the oven has preheated.

Once everything is in the oven Chris moves to pull you into a tight hug, wanting to feel close to you while you get Christmas dinner ready for your families to join you shortly. He still can’t believe this is your fourth Christmas since the two of you finally got together, that it has been just over a year since the two of you got married. And now the two of you have your own little one on the way, he finally is having the life that he has wanted to have with you for years and he couldn’t be happier honestly.

“How are you feeling today? I noticed you sneak off to the bathroom a couple times already this morning, is the morning sickness bad today?” He asks you softly, knowing that you were trying to hide it from him when you did get sick. You hate it when he worries about you, when he worries about it.

“Yeah, today has been bad again. They told me after 12 weeks it was supposed to get better but it has not been getting any better, I’m also extremely exhausted honestly,” you admit softly. “It is going to be hard to hide it when all the family are here later, but at least we don’t need to hide it for much longer. I think everyone was suspicious at Thanksgiving.”

“Nah, everyone bought it when I said you had food poisoning and stayed home. You however are going to want to go put on something baggier, your little belly is showing and while it isn’t much I think your mom would probably notice,” he says to you. His hand moves to rest on your stomach and rub it softly before backing away so that you can do just that.

“Yeah, I have a sweater I was going to put on that is a bit baggy to hide it. And really, your mom is the one who notices everything. I could look at you weird and she could figure out what is wrong,” you joke, kissing his cheek before you stand back up and make your way to your room to slip on your Christmas sweater and then make your way back down to the kitchen.

“You aren’t wrong, I didn’t even tell her when I was going to propose and she figured it out by herself. Woman is going to predict her own death before it happens I swear,” he jokes with you, giving you a smile before pulling you down on his lap.

“It has been hard not telling anyone, I want to share it but I didn’t want to risk it before we hit the 12 weeks. Plus isn’t it only fitting that now we announce everything at family Christmas? Our first kiss, us getting engaged, the next year getting married right before christmas, and now our baby. It is going to be hard to come up with something new to tell them next year,” you say with a giggle, thinking back on the past few years.

“The band knows simply because I had to warn them we have to quit touring at the end of June so I can be here for the birth and a while after. We all agreed we’d take that time off the rest of the year to work on the new album so I can stay home,” he smiles at you. “They were all really happy for us, Vinny making a joke that dad is finally going to be a dad.”

“Why does that not surprise me honestly with him,” you get cut off from your thoughts when the doorbell rings.

“I better get that, I will see you soon mama,” he says leaning in to give you a kiss before standing up and kneeling in front of you. “And you too baby,” he says before leaving a soft kiss on your belly before standing up and making his way to the front door to let both families in.

Your timer goes off while you listen to everyone greet each other in the other room so you move from your chair to go to the oven and pull everything out, the smells instantly hitting you. The second everything is out of the oven you make your way to the bathroom where you find yourself vomiting again, for the third time that day, tears streaming down your cheeks.

A moment later you hear the bathroom door open and then shut again before your husband is behind you, pulling your hair out of your face in one hand while rubbing your back with his other.

“I told them that you spilled something on yourself, that you would be back down in a minute or two. Are you okay baby?” He asks you softly when you stop, your stomach finally settling some.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. The smell of everything when I opened the oven got to me . You can go back out there. I’ll brush my teeth quickly and then be back,” you say softly, slowly standing up to start doing just that after he steps out of the bathroom.

When you walk back out your mother pulls you into a hug, followed by your sister and the rest of both families. Everyone happy to be getting time with the two of you, to be spending another Christmas together. Technically this is the first Christmas where you are all one family now that you and Chris are married, officially bringing both families together.

“Chris wasn’t joking that work is wearing you down lately, you have such bad dark circles dear. Hopefully after the holidays it’ll be better for you,” his mom says as she pulls you into a hug.

You wondered what he was telling his family to explain your obvious exhaustion, he is really smart. That is a great excuse actually. “Yeah, it always is rough this time of year but after the first it shouldn’t be too bad.”

You smile at her, watching all your family mingle for a couple minutes before you let them know that Christmas dinner is done if they all want to make their way to the dining room to eat. You are trying so hard to not let it show that the smells of the food is bothering you again, hoping that nobody notices that anything is up with you.

“Thank you for hosting this year you two, this really is a lovely meal y/n,” Chris’ mother says with a smile once everyone is sat down with a plate of food at the table.

“Of course, thank you for letting me help,” you respond. Raising your own wine glass for the toast that she is proposing, pretending to take a sip when everyone else around you does.

You also pretend that you are eating dinner with them all, taking a few bites of what you know is safe but moving everything else around to try and make it look like you are eating when in all actuality you aren’t having that much. You don’t want to risk anyone figuring out what is going on before you are ready to announce it to them, Chris has it all planned out and you don’t want to ruin it for him.

“So what do you two have up your sleeve this year? You keep throwing us for a loop every Christmas,” you mom suddenly asks, you almost choking on your food at her question.

“Mom, really?” You groan, now coughing slightly as Chris rubs your back, comforting you after you are caught completely off guard with her question.

“Well, it is valid,” your sister says, giving you side eye from next to her boyfriend. She thinks she knows what is up with you now, noticing that your wine glass is still completely full and you never turn down wine. She also noticed that Chris is watching you closely, he always has but it seems to be a bit more in a protective way than usual. She has suspicions that you are pregnant, but she won’t say anything until you do because it is not her secret to tell… and because she may be wrong. She wouldn’t be shocked if you are, she knows that your entire life you have always dreamed of being a mother, of having children of your own to take care of.

“Can we just finish eating before you all grill us, I would like to eat without having to worry about my wife choking on her food,” Chris jokes, glancing at your family. He knows at this point he can’t deny that you have something to tell them but he also won’t straight up admit that there is anything either.

“I think that is fair,” his sister Jennifer says, smiling at the two of you. She always has had your back through the years when your families have pushed things on the two of you, like the years they were trying to get the two of you together. The two of you have always been decent friends yourselves so you are thankful to have her on your side.

Everyone drops the subject, talking about random things as they all continue to eat dinner with one another. Enjoying the company of both families as they sit around the table. You can’t help but smile, taking a couple photos as people are distracted so that you have them for your memories.

“Okay, we’re all done eating so I guess I can tell you something now,” Chris teases, getting up from the table to go and show your family the surprise that he has spent the last week working on preparing for them.

“I have been working on a project for about a week in one of the spare bedrooms, and I am struggling, I don’t quite like how it is going, can I get your opinions on it?” Chris asks, looking mostly at your mothers but meaning everyone.

“You want us to help you decorate a spare bedroom?” His brother Nick questions, finding the entire situation odd.

“Well yeah, it’s kind of a surprise for y/n how I did it, I haven’t let her see it yet either. So if you all will follow me you can tell me if it is good enough to show her yet,” Chris rushes his words, more so excited to one, tell his family that you two are expecting and two, finally show you the nursery he has been painting and putting together all week. He wanted to do it for you, to surprise you and do something nice for you and the baby.

Everyone stands up and starts following him upstairs, you included before he stops outside of the bedroom the two of you agreed would be the nursery.

“Mom and Mom, why don’t you two open the door and look first,” he says, backing away from the door so your mothers could be the first ones to open it and find out the big secret. Moving to stand next to you behind everyone while they all slowly walk in, taking in the room for a moment while his hands rest on your belly again.

“Well I feel dark purple is a weird color for a nurs…. Wait, are you?” His mom cuts off and asks before turning to look at the two of you, realization hitting her at what this room is.

“Yeah ma, y/n’s pregnant,” Chris says with a big smile, excited that both families have finally figured it out, cheering and moving to give both of you big hugs, celebrating with you.

“Is this sonogram yours then?” Your mother asks when she notices the little photo in a frame on the dresser in the room, picking it up to look at it.

“Yes, we’ve already had the first ultrasound, that was about a week ago. We are 13 weeks now, due in July,” you answer her. Watching as she shows it to Chris’ mother, both of them now with happy tears on their cheeks.

You eventually manage to get your families away from the room and settle in the living room, but not before both your mothers made you lift up your shirt and let them touch your barely there bump. For whatever reason they think they need to do so, making you slightly uncomfortable at the action but knowing you will have to get used to it. Hell it still is weird to you when Chris randomly wants to touch it, sit there with his hands resting on it.

You all exchange some gifts downstairs and spend time together before both families leave, but not before your own mother looks at you and goes “Told you that the two of you would be together and make your own family one day.”

You hug her and roll your eyes, thanking her for coming as well as everyone else in both families but glad that you and Chris are finally alone for the night.

“So, did you like the nursery mommy?” He asks you, hoping that you enjoyed what he did to it. That was your first time seeing it since he started setting it up, and he was nervous about what you would think.

“I loved it, thank you dad,” you say softly, giving him a light kiss as you both sit on the couch in front of the Christmas tree. “You know, next Christmas will be just as special, babies first Christmas.”

“I think we need to stop giving our mothers Christmas surprises though, pretty sure one of these years we are going to kill them with a heart attack,” he jokes, watching you move to lay your head in his lap while you lay down on the couch. One of his hands move to play with your hair while the other rests on your stomach, wanting to be close to both of you.

“I have something for you though, here,” you reach onto the table next to you, pulling an envelope off the table before laying back down on his lap.

“What’s this?” He asks, looking down at you curiously before he starts to open it.

“Remember how we wanted to find out what we are having so we did the bloodwork to know early? The results came the other day but I kept it for tonight, wanting it to be our own little Christmas gift. So let’s find out what we are having together,” you say softly, encouraging him to open the envelope and look at the results.

“Are you ready to know baby? We are having a baby….. Girl,” he says softly, some happy tears forming in his eyes when he reads the results to you, a big smile forming on his face before he helps you sit up so he can kiss you. Both of you smiled into it while you were surrounded by the joy of knowing what your little one would be, that you got to find out together on a holiday that means so much for the two of you.

When he pulls away you notice a couple of the tears that you saw forming in his eyes have fallen and you brush them away from his cheeks, your own starting to fall. “And they say the mother is usually more emotional while pregnant,” you tease him.

“You knew I was hoping for a little girl that I could spoil like I do her mommy… thank you, this was the best gift you could have given me this year,” he says softly.

“I would thank you but I’m the one stuck doing all the work,” you tease, giving him another kiss before moving back to how you were laying before.

“Can I make a Santa Baby joke or is it too early for me to start making dad jokes?” Chris asks with a laugh, you just roll your eyes and don’t answer. You know you could never stop the dad jokes, but you wouldn’t trade your husband for anything.

#motionless in white #fanfiction #bree sucks at fanfiction #motionless in white imagine #chris motionless #miw #miw band #chris motionless fanfiction #chris motionless x reader #chris motionless imagines #chris motionless cerulli #chris motionless imagine

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salemwritesxx · 3 years

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𝓲𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓭.

𝔹 𝔸 𝕂 𝕌 𝔾 𝕆 𝕌 𝕂 𝔸 𝕋 𝕊 𝕌 𝕂 𝕀

⇴ male reader [22, virgin] ⇴ all characters are depicted as [18]+

↳ summary: Bakugou is a 34 year old pro-hero. He had been single since reaching his thirties until one inexperienced, young pro-hero caught his attention a few months ago – [Your.name]. For the past six months [Your.name] and Katsuki have been dating and without knowing it, both of them are struggling with their feelings and emotions, until it all explodes eventually.

↣ rating: / ↣ warnings: Age Gap (12 years), older Bakugou (34), shy virgin reader, cute, sexual tension, sexual things implied

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Standing in the kitchen, you were setting the table while your eyes wandered to your boyfriend every now and then. Bakugou was in front of the oven, adding finishing touches to the dinner he had cooked, not really realizing you were looking at him.

With a small gulp you hastily turned your head again and stared onto one of the plates, your heart racing and blood rushing down south – just by looking. Though, who could really blame you? Katsuki was, despite your age gap, so fucking beautiful and handsome, it was hard for you to keep your cool around him. It also didn’t help that you hadn’t had any sexual experience yet. Thus, you were even more sensitive to… simply everything.

“No! Think about something gross!”, you yelled inside your head, because one glance to your boyfriend made your stomach cramp with all the happy, fluffy feelings that were rushing through your body. (Together with the very horny, very desperate feelings that made their way down south.)

“[Your.name]?”, Bakugou suddenly called your name and touched your shoulder, hence a yelp escaped your lips. You were way too caught up in your own thoughts.

“K-Katsuki-san!”, you stammered, an instant jolt wandering down in your lower abdomen making you gulp. He was so close, smelled so nice, looked so sexy, the way his plush lips looked so soft, his muscles from all the hard work, his pecs and yet the small waist and just-

“Are you okay, [Your.name]? You’ve been silent for a while…”

“No!”, your voice went high-pitched, “I am completely fine!”

With a raised brow, Bakugou looked at you, the pro-hero not really convinced. You didn’t know, you couldn’t know, but your weird behavior worried him. He didn’t want to show or say it, but he was insecure.

“Okay… Dinner’s ready soon.”

“Okay! Thank you, Katsuki-san!”, with that, you quickly turned around and almost fled into the bathroom.

He wondered if you felt awkward due to the age gap.

Biting his lip, he also turned back to the oven. Since he was already 34, Katsuki hadn’t even wanted to date you in the beginning, despite there being obvious sparks between you. But, having a 12 year age gap was not something that could be easily overlooked – at least that’s what he thought in the beginning. Now, he was very comfortable with you, however, some things started to feel a little… iffy.

You had been dating for almost half a year at that point and there had been NOTHING sexual happening between you two. By now, he was rather insecure and wondered if you just simply didn’t find him attractive or too old. But then again, you were the one who was persistent until he gave in to try and date you. So why was it so different now, a few months later? Did you not like him anymore?

It wasn’t like he didn’t want to initiate things. Fuck, he hadn’t had sex in like four years after his last relationship ended horribly and he needed time to be ready again. So to be dating and not have sex was bizarre to him, because if you would just try, he would willingly jump you any second – but seeing you so passive, he worried he would overstep a boundary if he dared to try something. You were so much younger after all.

“Ugh! I fucking hate this. Relationships are way too fucking hard.”, he thought while quietly sighing.

It all came crashing down a few days later.

Bakugou was freshly out of the shower and still drying himself, when he heard his apartment door being opened and your voice calling for him.

“Katsuki-san? I’m sorry for the intrusion, my friend just got me two tickets to-“, you said excitedly while walking into his home, however, stopped immediately when he came around the corner with a mere, short towel around his hips.

“Two tickets?”, he said so casually, not realizing how hard it was for you to stay calm as all your blood was rushing south.

“No- I- uh- uhm! I-“, you helplessly stuttered before turning around, literally about to just run away, when Bakugou, however, decided enough was enough.

And thus, he grabbed your arm, stopping you from fleeing yet again.

“Wait! What’s the fucking problem?!”

“No- it’s nothing, I just-“

“Kiss me!”, Katsuki then suddenly demanded, catching you off-guard.

You swore you were about to explode, but in the end, you complied and nodded. You WANTED to touch and kiss him, you were just too shy to act upon your pent up horny feelings. So once you stepped closer again, you leaned down to just peck his lips.

And Bakugou seriously thought you wanted to make fun of him. Thus, he grabbed your neck and pulled you down further, this time however kissing you fully on the mouth – hot, passionate and fiery. Thankfully, you immediately kissed him back and it truly seemed like you had relaxed a bit.

“Why don’t you stay the night, [Your.name]?”, he finally asked after pulling back, panting a little. However, he did not think your reaction would be so strong when you stepped back immediately.

“No, I can’t- I, Katsuki-san- and… uhm-“

And that’s when Bakugou simply snapped. Being rejected was one thing, but being rejected from the one who you were dating was definitely hurtful on another level.

“What’s your fucking problem, [Your.name]?! If you don’t like me anymore, just say it and LEAVE. I am done putting up with your shit. I am too fucking old for that!”, he was furious and yelled, before turning around and walking into the living room.

Now you’ve done it.

Your heart dropped into your stomach when you realized how stupid you had been acting the last couple of months, ever since that desperate horny feeling was taking over you.

“No! Wait- Katsuki-san!”, you hastily ran after him, “That’s not it at all! I really, really like you-“

“Oh really?!”, Bakugou interrupted you.

“Fuck, [Your.name], you won’t even fucking kiss me properly, do you REALLY think I am believing you??? Don’t waste our time and just be straightforward and find someone else who suits you better, huh?”

“Katsuki-san, no! That’s not it! I swear it’s not you, it’s-“

“Then what the fuck is it!?!?”

“I am a virgin!”, you then suddenly blurted out, cheeks flaming hot.

“Oh…”

“And you’re so hot and amazing and I don’t want to disappoint you with my non-existing skills and you’re probably weirded out because what 22 year old is a virgin nowadays, you know? Hahaha aha.. so-“, though before you could ramble on more and embarrassingly laugh at yourself, a hand on your cheek and soft lips on yours suddenly stopped you.

Once more, you melted into the kisses, your hands awkwardly placing themselves on his exposed waist. His bare skin underneath your fingertips felt absolutely amazing, you would probably short circuit if you were to touch him deeper.

“You’re so stupid and cute…”, Katsuki then whispered, all his worries and insecurities falling off his shoulders.

“You’re not… disappointed, Katsuki-san?”, you sheepishly mumbled.

“Why would I? I don’t fucking care. I was just… worried. Like you regretted asking me out and you weren’t into this anymore.”, now he was slightly looking to the other side, a soft pinkish hue on his cheeks.

“NO! I like you so much, Katsuki-san!”

Catching him off guard you suddenly hugged him so passionately you both stumbled back a bit and Bakugou’s little towel loosened and eventually fell to the floor. Which you immediately noticed due to the fabric landing on your feet.

“Oh…”

Though before you could pull back in embarrassment, Bakugou had cupped your face and kissed you – quick and soft, a mere peck really. But it made you stop in your erratic movement, even if your cheeks were warm and your [eye.color] eyes shimmered with embarrassment.

“So… how do you feel? Wanna stop running and finally try?”

“YES!”, the way your voice cracked and was all high-pitched was enough for Bakugou to grin widely – you were so cute.

“Good, because I was so fucking close to just jumping you in the next days.”, and with that, Katsuki pulled you down again, lips colliding and tongues meeting in a passionate embrace.

Your raging hormones were all over the place, but now that Bakugou knew, it was easier to let loose and not feel like you had to catch up to him. Because in the end, it was impossible to catch up on a 12 year old age gap, but at least today you could embark on your sexual journey filled with lots of love and lust.

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⇻ salem.talks: I just find shy reader and older baku so cute. idk if I will write the nsfw to this but I am kinda wanting to… see how experienced baku just completely wrecks yn hmmm so yeah let me know what you think!

#salemswriting.#bakugou katsuki #bakugou x male reader #bnha x male reader #bottom bakugou #older bakugou #bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #shy reader #virgin reader #male reader insert

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uwuwriting · 4 years

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Bakugou, Shinsou, Todoroki, Dabi and Shigaraki checking out their s/o

Request: Pretty pls hcs for Shinsou, Shoto, Dabi, Shigaraki, and Bakugou getting caught checking out their s/o? thank you! - anonymous

Pretty boys you’ve got there sweet anon. Pretty boys with a capital P. Love yaa. 💖💖💖

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warning: some suggestive thoughts, swearing

Bakugou Katsuki

-Bakugou doesn’t like showing his feelings.

-Like to no one.

-Not even to you sometimes.

-So when you started to officially date you understood why he would want to keep our relationship a secret.

-He was good at keep it that way.

-Like really good.

-You got no extra attention or special treatment, he never lost his poker face around you and would never NEVER stare at you.

-So you never really checked on him to see if his eyes wondered to ...places.

-Today your skirt had ridden up your thighs while you were bouncing around the room along side Mina.

-Your favorite band was coming near you guys since they were on tour and you both were ecstatic.

-The skin of your thighs looked so soft and plum who wouldn’t stare?

-You did mind when people stared at you but now dealing with your excitement was a priority.

-Your boyfriend had gotten excited by something else though.

-His eyes were glued to your thighs, his red orbs following your every movement.

-Kaminari and Kirishima were telling him something about Mineta but he couldn’t focus on them.

-His head was constantly turned to you to the point that Kaminari had to shake his shoulder to get him to look at them.

- “Yo what are you looking at?”

-His head was again turned to you his eyes widening only by a fraction while he mumbled something to the two boys.

-Kaminari followed his gaze and his own jaw dropped for a moment before a smirk formed on his face.

- “Well he IS drooling over Y/N like a dog.....”

-At the sound of your name on Kami’s lips, Bakugou’s attention was fully on the boys his right eye twitching at the comment.

-He let out a snarl and raised his hand creating a few small explosions.

- “And what if I am drooling sparky boy?? She wouldn’t mind me looking anyways.”

- “And why is that Bakubro?”

-His smirk widened as he said proudly.

- “Because she’s my fucking girlfriend.”

-Way to be secretive Bakugou.

Shinsou Hitoshi

-Baby doesn’t want to show his true emotions to the outside world.

-Heart been broken too many times.. *isn’t that how the meme goes?*

-He shows it to you because you are HIS and he adores you.

-He knows you won’t hurt him so he gives you his all.

-Such a sweetheart OMG!!!!!!!

-While you two are in school grounds there is not many things that would indicate that you two are together.

-People would have to watch closely to see the sings of your relationship.

-How he sits really close to you during lunch.

-How you tend to come to school sporting his hoodie during cold days.

-It’s all cute and fluffy but so so on the down low.

-Yall are out on a date and you decided to go to the arcade.

-You convinced him to have a dance off with you and now you are both sweaty and panting while you are jumping up and down to the rhythm of ‘Party anthem”.

-Shisnou kinda gave up after a while and he is now just staring at you.

-You on the other hand are giving it your all trying to get everything right.

-You are sweaty and feeling gross which is not cute at all since you are on a date but he promised you ice cream if you beat him with a significant difference.

-You are not letting this slide.

-Hitoshi’s eyes are on your chest that is em...going along with your jumping.

-He is stuck and he is already dreading that you’ll look at him and call him out.

-But he can’t stop.

-He really wishes you were at your dorm right now, the things he would do.

-His blush is getting darker as his thoughts are getting dirtier by the minute until the music stops and you are left panting.

-There’s another thing to add to the list of things to add to his small fantasy.

-You notice that he has been silent for some time now and you try to meet his eyes but you see where they are glued.

-Waltzing up to him you leave a kiss to his cheek and another right under his ear, making him shiver.

- “Stop being so dirty we will be back soon.”

-Winking you walked out of the arcade leaving a very turned on Shinsou behind.

Todoroki Shouto

-Baby boy is slow.

-Yall aren’t together yet.

-He really can’t understand what is going on whenever you enter the room.

-His heart starts to race, his palms get sweaty and he has a weird tendency to smile.

-He wants to be the reason you are laughing.

-He wants to talk to you non stop.

-He wants to be around you 25/8, 366 days a year.

-But he doesn’t understand why this is happening so he just plain out ignores it.

-You have a massive crush on him so it kinda hurts when he doesn’t take any hints.

-You dress up just a little bit while you are out with your friend group since he is part of it.

-You cook for him.

-You offer help or ask for help with studies.

-But nothing.

-You were chilling in the common room.

-You were spread out on the couch, your t-shirt exposed your stomach as you were hanging half off the actual couch and just a pair of short shorts underneath.

-Shoto was coming back from his father’s agency, his nerves were everywhere and his mind wouldn’t shut you out.

-Your soothing voice was there when his father yelled at him that afternoon and even though you weren’t there you helped him get through the day.

-So when the poor thing walked through the door and was met with you hanging off the couch in such a suggestive position, his mind ran wild.

-He couldn’t stop the blush that irrupted on his face as his cheeks and ears became the same color as his scar.

-He almost choked on his spit when you giggled at something on your phone.

-Midoriya came through the door next and was shocked when he saw his friend beat red and eyes wide.

- “Todoroki-kun are you alright?”

- “She’s hot- It’s IT’S hot in here.”

-You turned at his voice, sitting up as your shorts rode up your thighs ever so slightly.

-Todoroki saw and he couldn’t take it any longer, covering his red face with his hand as he mumbled a small ‘excuse me’ and left the room.

-He certainly had an image that would get him through the night.....

Dabi

-Salty boy™.

-Him and Tsukishima would have been best buds I swear.

-He is VERY vocal about his attraction to you.

-Like legit non stop flirting even after you are exclusive.

-Compliments, dirty remarks, dirty promises, dirty actions, dirty dirty dirty things in general.

-He won’t hesitate to make a dirty remark in front of the rest of the league.

-He has NO shame whatsoever.

-Look he finally grew the balls to make you HIS okay?

-He wants to show off.

-But he knows when to not look at you like he wants to devour you.

-He is respectful of Kurogiri so he isn’t a horny bastard while he is around.

-But one day he slipped.

-His hold on his horniness snapped.

-Poor guy.

-Actually scratch that poor you, you are the one who is gonna get it rough later so yeah.

-You had just returned from a mission that had gone sideways.

-Your clothes were ripped and your pants were half burned off.

-Your pretty face had smudges on it and you looked exhausted.

-Immediately you went to take a shower not letting Dabi ogle at you.

-When your shower was over you came back downstairs and order a strong drink, rubbing your temples in an attempt to ease your headache.

-Your hair was wet and sticking to your shirt making it wet and Dabi could SENSE that you weren’t wearing a bra.

-That’s his sixth sense.

-The shirt was black so nothing showed.

-That’s why you couldn’t understand why Dabi was giving you that smirk and glancing down your shirt.

-You rolled your eyes at him and shoved him away from you only for him to grip your waist and set you on his lap.

-He left a kiss on your neck and smirked as you shivered.

-His eyes were right on your chest since he could see EVERYTHING from this angle.

-That’s when Kurogiri stepped back in the room, the drink you ordered in hand.

-He almost YEETED you off of him as a blush bloomed on the few patches of unscathed skin that he had.

-Kurogiri *being the Nomu he is IFHOQOASB I RUINED IT* didn’t really respond to the position you were in.

-He just gave you your drink and went back to polishing the shot glasses.

-Dabi wanted to crawl into a whole and die even though Kurogiri said nothing.

-Poor guy every thought and scenario he made about that night was out the window.

-He cuddled you to drown his shame.

-Bastard..........

Shigaraki Tomura

-I dare you to try and make him check you out in public.

-Sure he might stare at you ass in the DIM LIT bar yall are staying in but that’s just because no one can see his eyes.

-He is beyond shy when it comes to these matters and unlike Dabi even after you are together he wouldn’t stare at you like a crazy person.

-He is very very careful with his glances and calculates when would be the right time to stare.

-Meetings are easy.

-You all are sitting down so how hard could it be to keep his horny side in check?

-Well most of the time is easy.

-You are usually wearing your civilian clothes which are very casual and comfy.

-Nothing is showing and nothing really makes him want to rip your clothes off.

-He wants to cuddle at the sight.

-The problem appears when one day you had to go out on a mission and were called into an emergency meeting by Shiggy.

-Your costume is um... sexy to say the least.

-Everything you are wearing is hugging your body in all the right places and the mask you wear shades your eyes just right.

-You look seductive as hell.

-Shiggy rarely sees you in your villain costume.

-He sees you while you are getting ready and might make a comment or go for a quick round.

-But now it was unexpected.

-He didn’t remember you were to go on a mission.

-Totally forgot.

-So when you come down and since all the seats are taken you have to stay standing, Shiggy is in trouble.

-His eyes won’t leave your thighs and he can’t really form coherent words.

-Dabi is drooling over you and so is Toga.

-They keep pointing out how good you look and how sexy your costume makes you.

-More than you already are.

-Shigaraki has to really one up his self control and not cancel the meeting and drag you to the nearest closet.

-He’s so disoriented during the meeting.

-Kurogiri points it out after the meeting ended and you left for your mission.

-Shiggy had the darkest blush the LoV had ever seen and he had to leave the room.

-Took a cold shower afterwards.

-Waits for you like a lost puppy..... which turns feral once you step into the room.

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thehandsresisthim · 3 years

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Curious Fox

Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko/reader

Synopsis: Your fox hybrid boyfriend stumbles upon some of your toys after being warned not to. He is eager to learn about them after you catch him.

nsft / dominant reader (can be interpreted as femdom) / sex toys (a cockring) / mommy kink / AU: animal hybrids + no quirks / edging / overstimulation / tenko is described as 'small'

Your boyfriend was curious, amongst many other things. Ever since the 20 year old fox hybrid had started living with you, he had had a tendency to explore every nook and corner of your house - except for your dresser, which you had forbidden him from looking into, for good reason, mind you - he had never heard of many human things, especially those of a more - naughty - variety, so you thought it would be best to keep your collection of sex toys hidden from him for now. So Tenko knew that it was in his best interest not to touch your drawer.

Except, you were on a business trip - and Tenko was bored. So bored!

And his mommy surely wouldn't mind, right? Right? He had already quelled some of his boredom by watching the weird photo you had in your living room, which moved, and then had taken some of your dirty hoodies, yet to be washed, and cuddled into them, loving your smell and missing you. So it was only natural that he wanted to look! What was Mommy hiding?

Only problem was, your little slutty boy didn't expect you to be home earlier than usual, and when he had already pulled out and looked into the mysterious black box in your drawer and was examining the objects inside, you were standing in the doorframe of your bedroom, watching his curios red eyes scanning the sex toys.

You let Tenko have his fun looking through the objects, before you decided to interrupt him.

"Hello, baby boy. I'm back home."

He turned around, staring at you in shock - "M-mommy? Why are you back home already? I s-swear I was a good boy, I just wanted to -" he noticed your strict glance and looked down onto the floor, "sorry, mommy."

"It's fine, babyboy. Do you know what these things are meant for?" your mean glance was replaced by a soft smile.

"No, mommy, I do not. Will you explain?"

"Sure, Tenko, baby. Which one do you want to know about first?" He picked up a small vibrating cock ring, which had a complementary pink remote going with it.

"Ok, baby. I'll show you, take off your trousers and boxers for me, please." He seemed taken a back, probably not connecting the objects with anything of sexual nature, as you already had guessed. "Do I have to help you undress, Tenko?"

"Yes please, mommy."

You walked over to him, "go hop onto the bed, sweetie."

Tenko nodded and followed your command. Quickly, you pulled down his pants and boxers, just enough to present you his cock.

"You see, baby boy, this little thing is used to make your prince parts look all pretty-", you wrapped the ring around his cock, "look, baby, your cute little cock seems very happy!"

He stared at his cock, not understanding what Mommy found cute about it.

"So, now, I just noticed that the kitchen is in desperate need of some cleaning. Let's go.", you said whilst simultaneously pulling up your baby boys pants and underwear.

"F-fine, mommy." the desperate tone of his voice confirmed what you already knew - Tenko was turned on, but too embarrassed to ask you for relief directly. Poor boy.

+++

"Hng!", was the small noise Tenko made once you activated the cock ring - only on the lowest setting, mind you. "M-mommy, help! You said it was only jewelry for my prince parts, but - Haah!“, you dialed up the intensity of the vibrations, "it feels weird! My cock is, getting excited and I- it feels good! What is going on?". Your fox hybrid boyfriend chirped in distress.

"I don't know, Tenko, please continue cleaning the table." you answered.

"Ok, M-mommy, I'll try- ahn!", his little noises interrupting him.

Poor baby did not even understand what was going on - of course, you had pleasured him before, but never like this.

Slowly, you raised the intensity, and Tenko let his upper body fall onto the table in shock, conveniently presenting his cute little ass to you. Deciding that he needed a punishment, you grabbed his ass. "Tenko, what did I say about cleaning? Just because your cute lil dick is all happy, doesn't mean that you can stop cleaning."

"So mommy knows that the jewelry is not only making my cock look pretty? Please, mommy, help - it's too much I- I'm sorry for not cleaning, it's just so hard my cock feels so good help me mommy!" he continued babbling, so you hit his ass with your other hand.

"Bad boy.", he sniffled in response to your words, fox ears twitching, and you decided that he deserved a break, toning the vibrations down to a smaller level, "I'll give you ten. Count."

Before he could protest, you started smacking his cute bottom - by the end of it, he was panting and rutting against the table, ever the masochist.

"Go clean now. You can do it." He shook his head no, but your firm glance stopped any protest he might've had.

"I'll try, mommy"

+++

45 minutes. It had been roughly 45 minutes since mommy had wrapped the strange ring around him, and Tenko was sure he had never been exposed to something more torturing! Although it felt good, he was absolutely aching for mommys touch - nothing compared to the soft hands and warm mouth pleasuring him.

Quickly, but at the same time ensuring that he was properly doing so, Tenko cleaned the last shelf on the kitchen wall. It was all done! He couldn't help but feel proud of himself - mommy would surely be very happy with him. He couldn't wait to tell that he was all done.

In a frenzy, Tenko jumped down the small stepping stool he had been standing on - as a hybrid, he was smaller than the average human male, making it hard to reach some things without help - and ran towards you, yelling "Mommy, I'm done cleaning the shelves!", engulfing you into a hug and pressing his face into your chest.

A bit perplexed, but already kinda used to Tenkos seemingly random emotional outbursts, you just rested your chin on the mans head, right between the white fox ears and rubbed circles onto his back with your fingers, soothing him. "That's great, baby. Did you move our stuff back onto them already?"

"No, mommy. I'll get too it later."

"I sure hope you do." you replied and continued rubbing his back with one hand, using the other to grab the pink remote from your pocket.

Truth be told, seeing Tenko struggle with how turned on he was and his cute little noises when you changed the intensity of the vibration had only increased how turned on you yourself had gotten, so you could simply no longer wait. Cleaning was something you could do later on.

"We'll quickly take a break from cleaning, Tenko. Let's pay our bedroom a visit, shouldn't we?"

Tenko let go of you. "Sure, mommy." You both started walking towards said room.

You grabbed the remote and turned the intensity all the way up - Tenko screeched - oh, you were going to have fun tonight.

+++

"Good boy, Tenko. You're doing so well.", you told him and continued to slowly rub your hand over his cock.

"Than-k you m-momm - ngh! 'S too-o much I don't - you - I mommy!"

The cock ring was vibrating at the highest level, constantly causing Tenko pleasure, along side your fingers massaging him and your soft praises.

Tenko seemed to be quite close to reaching his high - not that you could decipher much of his rambling, as he was constantly interrupting himself with moans, gasps and soft whines.

"It's okay to cum, Tenko. You have my permission."

"Yesh, yes - thank you mom-y thank you - it's soo sensitive I- ahn!"

You firmly grabbed the tip and put pressure on it, rubbing your fingers over the pre oozing out. "My cute little slut. You're doing so well."

With a yell, Tenko came all over himself.

But that didn't deter you, and neither did it the cock ring.

For a few moments, the continued stimulation was no problem for Tenko - rather, you were just slowly easing out the last bits of his load - until Tenko could no longer take it - his cock had gotten too sensitive.

Before, overstimulation had already been torturous, but now? With the strange vibrating ring? Tenko knew that it would be hell. The strange mix of pleasure pain made him wild - bucking his hips up from the bed, trying to squirm away from your hands - not that it did much, since the ring was still accenting his prince parts -, begging for more and for you to give him a break at the same time.

"Mommy I - I love yo-uhg but it's too m-much I- cock is too sensitiv-ve ngh! Please don't but-"

"Shh, Tenko. You can do it. It's all good. I believe in you. If you want to safeword, it's completely fine, feel free to", you said with a calm tone whilst removing one of your hands from his cock to slowly rub his hair and fluffy fox ears.

The mix between the soft affection and harsh stimulation had Tenko reeling, and he quickly came again, loudly whimpering and crying all the way through it.

"Oh sweetie, that was so, so good. I adore you so much, my little fox." you said, "can you take another?"

Tenko looked up at you, nodding. You smiled.

"My good boy."

+++

After a few more orgasms, you decided that Tenko deserved a break. Softly, you took of the ring - he whimpered at the touch of his sensitive cock - and helped him into the bathroom to shower together. He truly was an amazing boyfriend.

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funeral

y/n attends a funeral and feels hopeless after losing her best friend until she meets her late bsf's cousin Harry.

a/n: this is for @harrystylescherry Playlist Fic Challenge!!! this is inspired by the song Funeral by Phoebe Bridgers. i used the name Phoebe in the story but i wasn't picturing Phoebe Bridgers when I was writing that character, i just liked the name and decided to go with it! but, y'all can picture her however y'all like lol. i went from loving this story to hating it, but i hope y'all like it! any feedback is appreciated!! <3

**despite it being surrounded by depressing matters, it's actually a cute and fluffy story lol! just wanted to point that out because i, myself, kinda avoid reading sad stories

warnings: a LOT of talk about death and dying and funerals, mentions depression/depressive episode?, mentions drugs and alcohol, swearing. i'm ceo of rushing the ending, soz <3 (also, gave up on proofreading lmao)

word count: 8k+ (this is the longest piece i've ever written lol)

Y/N has this dream. Where she's screaming underwater while her friends are waving at her from the shore. She's desperately calling for them, hoping and waiting for them to help, but, seemingly, her friends can't hear... and can't help. Submerged beneath the thrashing waters, her wails fall silent; her familiars deaf to her pleads. The more she struggles to get to the surface for air, the deeper she sinks. Her friends just waving at her as she drifts to the bottom. Every time she jolts awake from these dreams in a sweat stained bed and sticky clothes, she decides to brush it off. Not wanting to think about the problems she needs to face or what she needs to work on. Always concluding that she doesn't need anyone to tell her what it means or overanalyze her life through misplaced visions. Deciding to not believe assumptions made from vague, painful pictures.

As the familiar sinking feeling in her chest starts yet again, Y/N snaps her eyes up at the casket as the sound of her best friend's mother releasing a heart wrenching sob catches her focus.

The contrast of the white roses that lay on top of Phoebe's mahogany stained casket almost glow in the evening light, seeming like a mock to such a somber evening. The way the living looks so effervescent and bright, casting shadows on the less fortunate. The dead never celebrated in such light but rather mourned in dim grief and sadness.

Y/N doesn't like funerals, and not just because her best friend of 10 years is the recipient of this one. She's never cared for them. Believing they're just an excuse to get over the one they are to be honoring, they carry a stigma that everyone in attendance has to cry or you're seen as heartless, while the people who were never close to the deceased are presumed fake for showing emotion. Y/N thinks they're a big joke... with a cruel, cruel punchline.

The sound of despondent music playing and cries ring throughout the cemetery as Phoebe's casket is lowered six feet into the ground. The unchecked emotions start to boil inside of Y/N. Anger boiling deep inside of her quickly reaching its point, anger that stems from betrayal, that stems from hurt, that stems from...loss. She quietly scoffs, shaking her head with a stone cold look, before quickly getting up and walking away from the ceremony as her late friend's uncle, Bill, wraps up his poor excuse of a eulogy.

Phoebe wouldn't have wanted this. She wouldn't have wanted people to cry over her casket, stuck laying in a padded box while people who don't even know the real her, speak of her existence like they were the best of friends. They weren't. She was. Y/N was her best friend. These people don't... didn't know her like Y/N does. It's all bullshit.

In Y/N's quick pace away from the tent around the damp open ground, she spots a bigger gravestone with a stone bench built into it and takes a seat.

She inhales deeply, taking a moment to herself to look up at the sky. The clouds that overcast part of the blue sky drifting farther away from the graveyard as the sun starts making its way to set. She breathes in, the delightful scent of honeysuckle and dewy grass filling her nose before it's tainted by fumes of petrol from the road just on the other side of the cemetery gates behind her. It's so unfair; why of all people did Phoebe have to-

"It's all a joke," A deep accent says to her left.

She almost jumps out of her seat when she turns to the man who took the empty spot next to her. Jesus Christ, where the fuck did he come from? she thinks to herself. He had brown curly hair and green eyes (well, thinking green from what she can gather staring at the side of his face), wearing a black suit with a black button up shirt underneath. Rings clad his fingers and the sunset gleam shines off his cross necklace. She stares wide-eyed at him for a few moments before shaking her head to get out of her daze.

"Huh?" She says when she realizes he had spoken before.

"It's all a big joke," He repeats himself, the British accent more noticeable this time around. His head faced towards the funeral, having not spared a glance at her once this whole time.

She settles back into her seat, shifting her gaze to match his with the group of mourning people in the distance.

"Yeah." Y/N sighs in agreement.

The two of them sit in silence for a moment before Y/N decides to speak. Thinking to herself that if anyone would listen to her thoughts, a man who's also ditching the shitty eulogy would be her best bet.

"They all talk about her as if she was God." She chuckles humorlessly.

He scoffs with a small smirk, "Far from it."

Another wave of silence crashes over them, before Y/N breaks it once again.

"She would've hated this," She whispers, "People she barely even knows crying over her like they had any significance in her life. She probably only talked to five people here. She didn't even like her uncle." She laughs, referencing the man who gave the half-assed eulogy about how Phoebe being such an innocent, bright young girl.

"They're grieving her loss instead of celebrating her life, it's all fucked," He clears his throat before continuing, "Funerals are for the living."

"I hate funerals..." She says in reply.

Glancing at the boy beside her when she hears him digging through his jacket pocket, pulling out a flask. He takes a sip, and another, before gesturing it to her. Not overthinking it too much, she takes the cool metal bottle and takes a big gulp. Tasting the burn of vodka in her throat and mint from what she supposes is the mysterious strangers mouth.

Handing the flask back she says, "She would've wanted a party. Something where everyone was having fun in her honor, not some substandard funeral full of random people and careless words."

This time he's the one who chuckles humorlessly, "Yeah, she would've wanted everyone t'take shots and dress up in fancy clothes n' wreak havoc on this fucking town,"

Y/N smiles at this because Phoebe really would. Phoebe was the type of person who everyone wanted to be friends with, but also who everyone was scared of. She was mysterious and intimidating (a bit like the man next to her, Y/N thinks). Phoebe was a master at persuasion and could get almost anyone to go on crazy fucking adventures with her. One of Y/N's favorite memories with Phoebe was when they dressed up in wedding dresses they had gotten from a second-hand store and walked down the street yelling random things at strangers, taking turns drinking tequila from a metal water bottle.

"She really was something else, huh?" Y/N says a bit somberly, reminiscing on her late best friend.

"Definitely, a know-it-all," He laughs, bringing the flask up to his mouth.

"Oh, of course, she always thought she was right." She smirks.

"I mean, most of the time she was." He shrugs.

"Yeah, how did she always know everything?" The two of you laugh, taking turns drinking from the flask.

He shakes his head in disbelief, silence settling over the pair again.

"How did you know her?" He asks, still staring at the gathering of people in the distance.

"...She was my best friend," Y/N responds quietly, still staring out at the sunset.

He hums in return, "You?" She asks as she hands the flask over.

"Her cousin." His rough voice speaks out.

"You're Harry?" She says, less as a question and more in disbelief. Phoebe always mentioned her cousin Harry from England, always telling Y/N of stories they had together getting into reckless shit.

She turns her head to look at him just as he does, "And you're Y/N."

He offers a soft, knowing smile, both having heard countless stories of one another from Phoebe. He leans back and extends his arm on the top of the bench behind her, feeling the warmth of his body radiate off of him.

"I wonder what she'd say to me now. Sitting on a random gravestone in our hometown, drinking out of her cousin's flask, ditching what's supposed to be her remembrance." Y/N says, leaning back on the bench too.

"She would've said, 'quit y'crying, it's a sign of the times' and then would drag your arse t'the nearest pub." He laughs.

She joins in on the soft laughter, shaking her head because she knows that's exactly what she would've said. Phoebe was such a joy to be around, her presence unmatched.

"You know, she always talked about wanting to leave a legacy behind. Most of the time, I just laughed at her, thinking it was just another bizarre thing to come out of her mouth. But, she was always saying she wanted to be remembered as some enigma when she dies..." Y/N recalls the many memories of her and Phoebe staying up til 4am talking. Chills suddenly covering her body, not only from the cool Winter air but because of how Phoebe had talked about her death and now she's actually...dead.

She turns her head to look at Harry and he has a bittersweet smile on his face.

"I think she's accomplished that quite well, hasn't she?" He replies.

"How?" She questions softly with furrowed brows.

"Well, f'starters, her funeral is full of people who never even knew her, or frankly even cared about her, while two emotionless people just got up and stormed away from it t'drink vodka out of a flask on some random person's gravestone." He laughs before tacking on, "Trust me, the people over there are wondering who the hell she was and who she knew, right about now."

She turns her head from the (quite pretty, she thinks) boy to her left, looking at the wake, only to be met with a few people staring back at them.

"Well, I'll be damned," She scoffs. "Of course, the bitch did it." A smile bright on her face, probably the only real grin she's pulled since Phoebe's passing. Her best friends wishes coming true makes her heart warm just a tad, a relief to how cold losing her best friend made it.

"Always able t'make her life seem like an episode of Pretty Little Liars." He says shaking his head with a knowing smirk.

This comment makes Y/N laugh quite loudly, drawing a few — what she could only think were glares — back at her. Wiping a stray tear from her face that fell due to her laughing. The sweet sound coming from her lips only tacking on Harry to join her.

"Oh my god, she practically lived in an indie movie, always the role of the mysterious main character!" She chuckled out, creases forming at the corners of her eyes that Harry has taken a liking to.

As both of their laughter slowly dies out, another silence comes over them; only this time it's almost deafening. It's like the weight of the matter finally settled in.

Harry lets out a deep sigh, staring out at the never ending field of stone. Flowers accompany very few of the many graves; some wilted, some looking fresh, some long gone by now. Name placards littering the ground, all of these lost and forgotten people just decomposing underneath them. People coming and going to visit, only to be forgotten as time goes by, memories fading from their loved ones' mind. He wonders if he could ever forget Phoebe. No, I could never, he thinks to himself. He could never forget the only person that ever truly believed in him and embraced him for being himself.

Deciding he doesn't want to give anymore thought to the painful insight that one day he might forget Phoebe, he asks Y/N something instead.

"Y'wanna get out of here? M'starvin'."

The quiet girl next to him looks his way, his green eyes meeting her's that shine in the last few minutes of orange sunlight. Her eyes are so pretty, he tries to mentally shake that thought out of his head. He can't be hitting on his late cousin's best friend at her funeral, for fuck's sake.

Y/N only nods in response, gathering her bag and phone before standing from the bench. Harry towers over her when he gets up and the observation of how tall her his makes Y/N feel all giddy inside for some reason. Placing the flask back in his suit jacket pocket, he leads the way to a small restaurant nearby. She walks beside him the whole way there, the two of them just quietly observing everything around them.

***

The crisp, cool air passes through, goosebumps creeping up their arms as they sit in the outside seating of a small restaurant. Comfortable silence wraps them up and spits them out as their minds explore all the vast depths of their troubled minds, giving them time for their treacherous thoughts to eat at their sanity bit by bit.

"Phoebe told me once," Y/N cleared her throat, trying to get rid of the scratchy feeling from not using it. Harry's green eyes moved to her from his observance of the lonely street they're next to as she spoke softly. "She told me the only time she truly felt alive was when she made decisions that were reckless and spontaneous. She said living her life precariously was the only reason for her happiness, claiming that the perfect life is just an illusion. That dreaming of labor should not be the goal, but instead becoming your authentic self and living with no regrets..."

Harry stays quiet, reflection in his eyes as he stares at her from across the table, chewing the food in his mouth. Y/N plays around with the food on her plate with her fork and waits for his acknowledgment (although, she doesn't even know if he would say or do anything -- she doesn't know why she decided to tell him that)

"I mean, she's right, righ'? I never understood when people would ask what your 'dream job' is from a young age. No one's dream is t'work everyday 'til they die. They have to, t'make a living and survive, but what's the point in living if you aren't enjoyin' it. But, if y'workin' all the time, how do you make the time to really live?" He says, furrowing his brows as he talks.

Y/N takes in his words. The moonlight and street lamps casting a soft glow on his face, his carved features looking even more beautiful at night.

"Yeah... I guess, I guess I just envy how she viewed life, ya know?" She states, looking at the cars drive by as she tries to explain how she feels. "Always saying things to make you rethink your existence and purpose..." She looks back at Harry and whispers, "...She talked about life so much like she knew she was going to die."

"Well, we're all gonna die eventually." Harry rests his arms on the table with a quiet sigh, his features passive, but his mind is thinking of how he just wants to hug her and tell her everything is going to be alright.

"Yeah, but she just...she talked about it like she knew all the answers. She knew exactly what to say, when to say it. Sometimes, I feel like she was telling everyone around her how to live in complete happiness because she knew she didn't have much of her own, despite convincing everyone she was carefree and unbothered." Y/N shrugs and watches as they fall into a short silence.

"...I miss her." Harry breathes out after a moment, reaching his hand across the table to hold hers. Her skin is soft against his as he rubs his thumb against her hand in an attempt to comfort both of them.

Her eyes soaking in his softened expression, her cherry tinted lips whispering, "Me too."

They eat the rest of their dinner in silence, the only sounds reverberating from the road with the occasional car or pedestrian. Harry pays for the food, but not without many protests from Y/N.

As the two walk side by side down the street, back to the cemetery to pick up their cars, Y/N suddenly falls anxious. She doesn't want to be alone tonight, scared of being alone with her thoughts when she goes back to stay in her childhood home. Her parents, still living in the house they lived in since her youth, had to drive up to another town for a few nights to stay with her cousins because they planned to go there before the news broke about Phoebe. Leaving Y/N alone in the empty house since there wasn't room for her at her cousins.

The black cemetery gates coming into view, eeriness and gloom becoming more apparent when the sun is down, Y/N and Harry can see their two cars sitting idly on the side of the road. Y/N fidgets with her fingers as they grow close to departure.

"D-do you, maybe, wanna hang out for a little while longer?" She turns to face him, looking up at him nervously. "I just don't want to be alone right now." She rushes out when he doesn't respond.

"Yeah, I didn't really want t'go home alone right now either." He offers a sliver of a smile before unlocking his car, grabbing two brown paper bags that look to hold bottles, and gesturing his head, "C'mon, we'll pick up my car later. Let's go celebrate Pheebz, yeah?" He grins.

She smiles at him, unlocking her own car and waiting for him to get in, putting on a playlist full of Phoebe's favorite songs. She drives through her hometown, memories stirring up of her and her best friend smoking weed in the park the summer before graduation and jumping in the lake naked in the middle of winter. The two end up at her house sitting in her abandoned driveway, both unbuckling but neither making the move to get out of the parked car, the engine still running as they sit listening to the melodies playing from the speaker.

Harry suddenly pulls out two bottles from the brown paper bags at his feet, one of vodka and the other tequila.

"Pick y'poison." He says with a smirk.

She picks the vodka and Harry mutters, "Good choice, tequila is more m'speed."

"Weren't you drinking vodka at the funeral?" She laughs, unscrewing the cap.

"Yeah, figured I'd drink Phoebe's favorite since it was her party." He chuckles.

"To Phoebe." Y/N says, sorrow lacing her voice as she turns in her seat to face Harry.

"To living your life precariously." He says before the two of them take a big gulp of the sharp liquid, starting what will only be the beginning of a long night.

***

Light shines through the white curtains, the room glowing bright in the soft, yellow sunlight. The white comforter tangled up in bodies as birds chirp in the morning tranquility. Y/N's eyes flutter open, immediately feeling sweaty and clammy. The headache that sets in reminds her of the amount of alcohol she consumed last night. Waking up in her childhood bed after blacking out in the backseat of her car the night before doing very little for her sanity.

As she lays in bed, groggy, she needs to pee. She moves to get up and walk to the bathroom connected to her room, only to freeze when an arm wraps around her and pulls her closer. Warm breathes pant at the back of her neck, unintelligible murmurs coming from the person behind her. Her eyes widen, realizing Harry is the one she is snuggling with in the early morning (afternoon?) light. Despite needing to pee really badly, she finds herself only melting into his touch. She can't remember the last time someone held her like this, can't remember the last time she felt this content. In fact, she thinks the last time she cuddled with someone was with Phoebe when she slept over in her room at their apartment... Well, just Y/N's apartment now.

Y/N and Phoebe would have movie nights in Y/N's room and in the midst of the fun, they would grow tired. Phoebe would never want to leave the comfort of Y/N's warm bed, so she always asked, sleepover?, with a wide grin. To which Y/N never refused and the two would put on The Notebook and fall asleep spooning one another. The first time it happened, when they were children having sleepovers, she tensed a bit; thinking it weird for her friend to cuddle her because no one had ever done that. But, as the years went by and their friendship grew stronger, knowing that despite both of them being bisexual it wasn't an act of intimacy, but one of platonic comfort.

So, Y/N figured (in her touch deprived mind) that this was just an act of friendly, platonic intimacy...nothing else. After coming to that conclusion, she let herself relax into his touch, his warm embrace nodding her off to sleep once again.

What wakes her up the second time is the sound of a gravelly voice groaning. The arm around her waist squeezes tightly before the body it's attached to tenses up. Harry tries to take in the position they're in -- his arm snuggling her close to his bare chest and legs intertwined with hers -- but his hangover headache clouds his mind too much to think about it. Only registering that he's never felt this comfortable with someone before, never felt someone so warm and cozy. He's cuddled lots of girls (and guys), has spent many mornings waking up in someones hold or holding someone in his, but they've never been as addicting as her. Never being so relaxing, so soft. He's about to just say, fuck it, and fall back asleep as to spend as much time with her in his clutch, but Y/N had stirred awake from his groaning and she really has to pee!

She slowly turns in his arms, their legs shifting apart, and is met with probably the cutest sight she's ever seen. His eyes are glassy and the green of his irises shine in the soft light. His lips pink and his face holding a hesitant look, like he thinks she might yell at him for accidentally ending up in his arms throughout the night, but she can also sense the underlying feeling of content reading on his face. The way his eyes soften when they meet hers and the way his hand involuntarily squeezes at her side. The serene feeling almost tangible as her childhood room becomes their own little world. All the responsibilities and pain of the outside fall ceased at the door decorated with heights of a growing Y/N.

"G'morning," His gravelly voice going straight to her heart, melting it at the beautiful sound.

"Good morning," She says in a raspy whisper, her throat dry from the alcohol and singing at the top of her lungs the night before.

She takes the quiet moment to look at his body, her gaze drifting from tattoo to tattoo, not realizing how many he has. She knew he had some from the ones on his hands yesterday, but she didn't know he had so many. His long sleeve button up had covered the view of the ones adorning his arms, but she looks at them now in awe, thinking how pretty they are.

She's about to tell him how much she likes the butterfly tattoo on his chest, when her bladder has other plans.

"I'm sorry, but I really have to pee," She bashfully smiles as she looks at him.

"Oh, m'sorry. Probably should've told ya' I'm a cuddler." He gives a small smile with embarrassment soaking his words, thinking he's made her uncomfortable.

"No need to apologize," Her eyes light up at his out of character shyness, "I am too, I just really have to go to the bathroom." The harmonious sound of her giggles soothing every worry in Harry's body.

He playfully sighs, "Fine, I guess I'll let y'go piss."

A smirk pulls at his lips as she rolls her eyes and gets up, but he can see the corners of her lips turn up.

She goes to the bathroom, doing her business and washing her hands. She takes the time to brush her teeth and wash her face, cringing when she looks in the mirror. She feels gross that she looked like this when Harry woke up with the resemblance of an angel.

When she's finished, she walks out back into her room, excited to get back into the warm bed (and hopefully cuddle with Harry some more, but she would never admit that out loud), but she's met with abandoned sheets and panic consumes her. Did he leave? Did I make him uncomfortable by waking up in his arms? He was the one to cuddle me and he joked about it! But maybe he was just trying to be nice so he could escape? Her mind starts to race a mile a minute of anxious thoughts before they're all suddenly wiped away at the smell of coffee wafting in from the open doorway.

She throws on a sweatshirt and socks and makes her way down the stairs of the familiar, yet foreign after spending so long away from home, house. Her sock clad feet pad on the hardwood floors as she walks into the kitchen, spotting Harry silently staring at a spot on the wall with a cup of coffee in his hand (he's using the same pink and green mug with a little ceramic pig sitting on the top of the handle that Phoebe would use every time she'd sleepover in high school).

She walks in quietly, coming up behind him and grabbing a cup of coffee for herself, noticing the two pain killers next to the pot (which made her heart swell if she's honest). He had heard her coming down the stairs, but despite her presence his focus is still on the spot on the wall. Taking a sip of her pick-me-up and swallowing the pills, she takes up space next to Harry, following his eyes that stare intently at a picture frame hanging up and her eyes immediately soften.

"That was freshman year," Y/N spoke delicately, staring at the picture herself, "We had both been asked to prom by these senior guys. I was ecstatic because no one had ever shown any liking to me, but Phoebe had played it cool, of course." Harry lets out a quiet breathy laugh because of course Phoebe didn't care.

"We spent weeks planning out how prom night would be. Imagining how the senior parties would be like and if the boys would kiss us by the end of the night or not. She came over at 9am the morning of the dance and we spent all day getting ready and laughing with each other. She had even done my makeup all pretty and I helped her get into her dress. I remember I laughed when she decided she was going to wear converse under her dress, and she almost convinced me to do it too because she said 'you're not gonna be the one laughing when we're at all the after parties and your feet are killing you'." A genuine smile forms on Y/N's face as she reminisces on the cherished moment.

"But, two hours before the dance, our dates cancelled on us and told us they were going with these senior girls." Harry scoffs bitterly, understanding how cruel teenage boys are.

"I remember I was so upset because the one time I thought someone actually liked me or thought I was pretty enough to go to prom with, had just made me a second choice..." She recalls to Harry, who is now looking at the side of her face as she looks at the picture of Phoebe carrying Y/N on her back, piggy-back style, in long prom dresses, dirty white converse peaking out from under both girls' dresses.

"So, she grabbed me by the arms and looked me in the eyes and said 'Y/N L/N, we are deserving of the love we wish for. No senior boys are going to make us doubt that. We are not little freshmen girls who can be seen as cheap thrills and easy hookups. We are women, who demand respect and complete infatuation.' Then she took the tickets that the boys had pre-purchased for us, took my hand, and dragged me to that dance. We had been each other's date and made prom our bitch. She even got us into a party afterward...And we had one hell of a night."

She smiles fondly at the sweet memory. Harry's eyes flutter between the picture and the beautiful girl next to him. How could she ever think of herself as a second choice?, is all he can wonder to himself.

Letting his gaze fall to the picture one last time, he mumbles, "Well, those boys missed out on the best thing t'ever happen t'them."

He doesn't catch Y/N's blush that creeps up on her cheeks as he turns around, taking a sip from his little pig mug.

She shakes her head as to get out of the crushing haze she falls into, turning and walking to the countertop, leaning against it as Harry stands in front of her on the other side.

"Thank you. F'letting me stay the night, last night." He speaks up.

Y/N notices how he's still lacking a shirt, making her mouth dry up just a little at the sight of how fit he is. The tattoos stretching across his tan skin so perfectly, the black ink creating such a beautiful contrast on his body. He catches onto the not-so-subtle gawking and smirks.

"Uh, yeah. It's really no problem. There's no way I'd have let you drive home intoxicated and it was the least I could do after I made you practically spend the day with me." She blushes.

"Y'didn't make me," He shakes his head gently with a smile.

Y/N doesn't know to feel about how her cheeks heat up at his remark, shyly looking away as the teasing gleam in his eyes might make her combust.

"O-okay. Good to know." She squeaks out, the action only fueling Harry's ego and playful mood.

"I should go get m'car from the cemetery before it gets towed," He says almost disappointedly, like he doesn't want to leave yet. If she's being honest, she doesn't want him to leave yet either.

"Yeah, that wouldn't be good. I'll give you a ride." She says, shaking off the saddened feeling of his departure.

"Oh, you don't have t'do tha'." He shakes his head but Y/N quickly shoots him down.

"Nonsense, I'll take you. It's no big deal."

He smiles at her objection, nodding, and going upstairs to grab the rest of his clothes, feeling uncomfortable in his dress pants from the funeral that he had put back on when he got up this morning, not wanting to make Y/N feel weird by staying in only his boxers.

***

Vodka Lover: hey... are you up?

She chews on the skin around her thumb, a nervous habit that Phoebe had always teased her about, as she sends the text to Harry (having exchanged numbers when she had dropped him off at his car at the cemetery). Phoebe had always said, 'You're not gonna have any thumb left to chew, babes, if you keep at it'. To which Y/N just rolled her eyes, but in the deafening silence of 4am, she wishes she cherished those moments with her best friend more. Wishing she didn't take for granted in those little encounters of Phoebe's care and concern with her well-being. Y/N would give anything to be able to spend one more minute with her.

Butterfly Boy: yeah, everything okay?

Vodka Lover: um, can i call you?

Suddenly, breaking the bitter quiet with a ringtone, her phone she holds in her palm lights up with Harry's contact. A tear falls from her face onto the screen and she has to wipe it away before she presses accept.

"Y/N?" Harry's deep voice rings out, laced in worry, from the other line.

She chokes out a sob, not being able to hold it back anymore. The floodgate of her emotions she has been trying to keep at bay suddenly burst. Salty tears fall onto the blue fluffy blanket from her senior year she's wrapped up in.

"Hey, hey, s'everythin' okay? What's wrong?" Harry says, more alert now that he hears her in such a fragile and frantic state.

Y/N just cries harder, desperately trying to catch her breath, she feels like she's suffocating.

"Hey, love, just breathe. Just breathe, Y/N." He tries to coax her down in a soothing voice.

A raggedy breath is heard on Harry's side, making the worry dissipate just a little now that he knows she's breathing. Harry sits up in his bed, calling out to Y/N, repeatedly telling her to just keep breathing. He can't get to what's wrong if she hyperventilates.

He was laying restless in his bed when she had texted, lost in thoughts of life and replaying memories with his cousin. Trying to grasp everything she's ever told him before, hoping that by watching the moments he spent with her like a film reel in his mind would help him not forget them.

"Love, can y'tell me what's got you so upset? Please," He asks softly when she calms down enough where her breathing is regular and not sporadic inhales gasping for air.

"I-I-I miss her," She cries out into the phone, the thought of embarrassing herself by breaking down to Harry not on her mind; the only thought she has is how empty she feels.

"I know, I know, love. I miss her, too," He sighs out sadly, wishing he could take away her pain, hating the way her voice quivers with every word. "Do you want t'talk about it?"

She wipes the tears that sting her eyes and cascade down her face with the sleeve of her sweatshirt. The one she wore when Harry slept over, smelling a little like him still from the car ride to his car that day, three days ago.

They had been texting each other and talking every day since then, usually about light topics like asking how their day's were or what they were doing. However, tonight (or early morning), everything felt like it was crashing down on her. Y/N's strong front she had put up since the funeral for Phoebe's family finally collapsed, and she's found herself stuck under the rubble. She was trying so hard to keep it in because she shouldn't be feeling sorry for herself when someone's kid is dead.

She had bored herself to tears, not knowing what to do. The only thing that seemed right was to call Harry.

"Talk to me, babe." He begs her, running a hand through his disheveled curls.

"I-" She sniffles, "I feel like I'm fucking drowning,"

He hates how defeated her voice sounds and he wishes he could just be there to hug her and tell her everything's going to be okay, eventually.

"It-it feels like my whole life is in ruins. Harry, I miss her." Her face scrunches up again as she starts to sob, "Sh-She was my best friend, I d-did everything with her. How am I s-supposed to do this without her? How am I supposed t-to live without her?"

"Oh, darling. I know, but you will..and you can." He frowns, racking his brain for the right thing to tell her, "You got t'live so you can experience all those ways of life she always talked about. Y'haven't experienced all those feelings Pheebz would mention when she would live her life precariously. Don't y'want to know how she felt when she would talk of such a beautiful life she lived, yeah?"

He hears a hiccup and a quiet, albeit breathy, yeah, from the other side of the call.

"You are so strong, Y/N. I don't know how y'made it this far without breaking down..." He tells her whole-heartedly.

"D-don't know how you haven't either," She gets out, realizing how selfish she's probably being, bothering Harry with her grief when he has his own to deal with.

"Honestly," He breathes out through a somber smile, "The only reason I haven't is because I have you, love."

Y/N's heart swells tenfold, she thinks. She didn't realize Harry needed her just as much as she needed him.

"...I'm sorry for calling you, I know it's late." She says through sniffles when she notices the time.

"There's no reason to apologize. It's okay, love. It's okay to hurt or be angry or upset. No one expects you to be perfect all the time." He pauses, listening to her breathing.

"Ya know, one day, it won't hurt this much. One day, you'll be able t'look back at this moment and it won't break y'heart as much as it does now. You're just in the thick of it right now, pretty girl. But, the light's coming soon, I promise." He continues and Y/N feels her heart beat faster at the pet name.

"You promise?" Her voice barely above a whisper and Harry thinks his heart just broke at the sound.

"Promise." He says, wiping the stray tears rolling down his cheeks, "Phoebe wouldn't want y'to be this upset. She would want you to keep living your life and find out the ways to how she was so in love with it. If not for yourself, love, then for her...F'me."

She nods, despite knowing he can't see. Silence falls over the pair, only the sound of bated breaths assuring the other one is there.

"One summer," He speaks up, "One summer, my family had come t'visit them, partly because of the lake near her house. It was after we had moved t'the States from Cheshire, and Phoebe and I would go walk to the little pond near the park,"

"The one near Hope?" She asks quietly if they had gone to the park she had always played at as a little girl.

"Mhm. We would walk there in the blistering sun and when we got there she tried to convince me how fairies were real." He said in a calm voice.

He hears an airy puff of breath escape her mouth, which he takes as a small giggle -- making him want to continue his story as it's helping her cheer up, and because he'd probably do anything to hear her that sound from her.

"Yeah, fairies. She told me that they live at the pond and t'see them, I would have to find a pretty flower and then jump in the water with it in only m'underwear." He breathes out a laugh.

Y/N gasps, trying to keep quiet but fails when she lets out a loud laugh.

"Oh my, did you do it?" She asks bewildered, laying down so her head rests against the pillow.

"So, I told Phoebe 'no way', yeah? But, then she said she can't just tell me about them and not follow through with seeing them. Convinced me that it would bring bad luck." He scoffs, remembering the memory vividly.

"Bad luck, indeed." She giggles and it brings the dimple out on Harry's face.

"Yeah, so of course, me being like 8 or sum', I stripped down to m'pants in the middle of the day and jumped in the water." He smiles when he hears her laughing, even if it's at his expense. "Y'laughing, but I think I got ringworm after tha'!"

"I can't believe she got you to do that! I wish I'd been there." Y/N says, out of breath from laughing.

"Scarred me of ponds for the rest of m'life." He chuckles and a pause takes them both over as they settle back down.

"...Thank you, H." She whispers into the phone, adoration taking up all her features.

“F’what?”

“For being you, for being here. Just...Thank you.” She sighs.

They get lost in recalling stories of their loved one for the rest of the night, repainting her memories in gold. They laugh with each other until all the pain seems to disappear. The weight, of what felt like the world, lifting off of both their shoulders. Finally being able to breathe after days of endless battles of trying to stay strong for Phoebe's sake.

***

Days pass since the lonely 4am phone call and Y/N and Harry are still talking everyday.

She finds out he lives in her city, only a few blocks from her apartment she shared with Phoebe! She didn't believe him when he first told her, but he said he was always busy with college whenever Phoebe tried to meet up. Y/N's not going to lie, her heart picked up when she found out he'd be so close to her, wondering if he'd want to hang out with her when they leave her hometown.

Almost everyday of the last few days they have visiting, they've spent at Y/N's empty childhood home. Harry asking her to explain pictures and what she was like in high school, whenever he gets the chance. In turn, she's been picking his mind on what Holmes Chapel was like and how his family was growing up. She found out that he lived with his sister, Gemma, and his mom, Anne. They talked about everything, from their favorite things to every pet they've ever had (Y/N, particularly, falling in love with the pictures of his cat, Evie).

Just as the last few days have been spent, they are spending Y/N's last day in her hometown together before she goes back. Harry told her he had to stay a couple more nights with his family before he could leave, assuring her he would've gone back with her if he could've. That comment made her blush and she had to pray the butterflies growing in her tummy to relax.

That's another thing. Y/N had stopped lying to herself and denying the ache in her chest that would form when she was away from Harry, growing very fond of him since their first encounter at the headstone bench.

Harry, also, couldn't deny any longer the way his heart would flutter at every little thing she did. Just wondering to himself how everything about her was just so pretty. He loved the way her eyes would light up every time she saw him and how he would catch her checking him out whenever he took off his shirt.

He especially loved the way she let him sleepover a few times and how they would end up cuddling into the late hours of the morning. Both parties not minding one bit, the comfort and warmth actually preferred than sending Harry home to sleep in his own bed.

"Bet I can reach that branch right there," Harry shouts with a gleeful tone, a bit out of breath as he tries to stretch his legs far enough so his shoe brushes against the leaf on the end of the tree branch.

The two of them decided to go to Hope park, where they both held fond childhood memories at. They settled at the swingset, calm swaying in the seats quickly turning into a competition of who could swing the highest. Harry won of course, his legs being much longer than hers giving him the advantage. Playful giggles and sweet conversations of things occurring in that moment help distract them from both Phoebe and the fact that Y/N is leaving.

Y/N is distracting herself from worrying about if Harry will reach out to her when they get back to the city, if he even wants to talk to her again after this weekend or if this was all just out of politeness.

Harry, on the other hand, is distracting himself from wondering if she fancies him. He wonders if the cuddles and small touches meant as much to her as they did him, if after this weekend she would want to hang out again or if she was just being nice because he knows what she's going through.

"Bet I can reach it before you!" She giggles as her hair whips around in the wind she's created. Pumping her legs back and forth, desperately trying to get higher so she can beat Harry in her made up competition.

"Now, love, not everything has to be a competition," He huffs, really reaching out this time, "But, I wanna win, if we're playing a game, I wanna win." He grins, the cute dimple that Y/N has fallen for making an appearance on his face.

The two try their hardest to be the first ones to touch the tree branch hanging not too far from their swinging feet at their highest point. Harry, however, attempts a little too hard and flies off the swing when he lifted up his leg to make the two inch gap he was short of.

Tumbling to the woodchip covered ground, he ends up laying on his back. Groans spill out of his mouth and Y/N's eyes go wide with concern. She slows herself down just enough to safely jump off the swingset, rushing to Harry's side.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" She asks worriedly, trying to hold back the laugh that's trying to bust out. Crouching down to him, she runs her hand over his arm that's grabbing his leg.

He rubs his knee with a pained smile, "Yeah, just peachy, pet."

"Is anything hurting? Bruised?" She questions with a loving smile.

"Just my ego," He chuckles, looking up at her and admiring her caring nature.

She can't hold it in anymore, she laughs loudly at his comment, her carefree happiness making Harry's ears perk up and his heart warm.

"Yeah, love, just laugh at the crippled man." He jokes, smiling up at her happy face, wishing it could stay that way forever.

She lets out another laugh at his comment, delicately grabbing his arm to help him up, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It wasn't funny," She attempts to calm herself but fails, "Okay, it was a little bit funny!"

Giggles fall out of her mouth as Harry brushes off the mulch from his jeans, "See how much you're laughing when I push you out of the swing."

"I'm soo scared." She mocks fear.

"Oh, just wait, pet. You'll never be safe on another swing set again." He playfully grabs her sides to tickle her, but her fighting his tries just ends up bringing her closer in his hold.

Their laughs quickly die out when they realize he's holding her in his clutch, his hands at her waist, hers around his neck. Harry stares into her eyes as she stares back into his. The empty park is serene, no other noises besides the chirping of birds and the sounds of other animals sprawling about. The sweet moment causes Y/N's breath to hitch and her palms to sweat. They've only been this close when cuddling, she's never been this close to his face before. His features glow in the sunlight, his green irises complimenting the bounce of his skin and dark eyelashes. Her skin is soft and warm against his, and he just wants to lean in and-

Y/N's eyes flutter close as Harry's face comes closer, his lips meet hers in a gentle caress. With the sweet kiss, he takes note of how soft her lips are, how warm and fuzzy her intimate touch is making his head. While one hand is squeezing at her side, the other is brought up to cradle her face and she leans into his touch. Harry sucks on her bottom lip before peeling away so they can catch their breath.

Y/N lets out a whine at the loss of contact, her bottom lip jutting out as he pulls away.

"What are y'pouting for, pet? W-was that not okay? Should I not have done tha'?" The blood almost drains from his face at the pouty look on her beautiful face.

She shakes her head at him, "No, I liked it. I want more," She pants, pulling him by the collar of his shirt to bring him back to her lips.

He chuckles at her cute antics (and in relief of not fucking up his shot with her). He smiles against her lips as he melts back into her, her hand around his neck reaching up to tangle in his curly hair. He groans when her nimble fingers pull tenderly at the curls at the base of his neck, causing him to squeeze her side gently.

She breathlessly kissed him, slotting her lips between his and immediately opening her mouth in acceptance when he brushes his tongue against her bottom lip in a silent ask to take it further. As the kiss deepens, the need for air increases. They naturally separate, Harry sucking her bottom lip as he goes until it pops back.

Taking in her reddened swollen lips and her pretty flushed face, he presses one last chaste kiss on her lips, and one to her cheek and her nose.

A big, genuine grin adorns Y/N's face as she stares up at the man in front of her.

"Thank you f'letting me do tha'." He says with a gravelly voice.

"I've been thinking about you doing that since the first night you stayed at my house." She tells him bashfully.

"Me too, love. And it was better than I ever expected," He says whole-heartedly, leaning in to press one more quick kiss to her lips again.

"So, does this mean we're gonna hang out when we both go back home? Because I really want to do that again." Her glassy eyes blink at him with hope awaiting his answer.

He smiles and shakes his head, bewildered at how she could ever think that he could just ghost her after that, "I think Phoebe would come back just to slap me upside the head if I ever kissed her best friend and just never saw her again."

She chuckles at his comment, shyly looking down to her hand on his chest when he doesn't say anything else.

"Of course, I want to hang out when we get back. I want to take y'out on a real date, if you'd let me." He looks at her all starry eyed, squeezing her waist.

"I think Phoebe would come back and slap me upside the head if I ever kissed her cousin and just never saw him again," This time he's the one that laughs.

"I'd love that very much, Harry." She beams up at him.

Going back home couldn't come sooner to the both of them.

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ahhh i hope y’all liked that, i’d love feedback :) i’m thinking of making a series out of it, but only if that’s something y’all would like! so, pls let me know if you enjoyed it or if i should make a part 2 ??

anyways, stay safe and much love <3

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taegyuun · 3 years

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24 + 33 from the 100 prompts list with sunghoon please :)))

prompts: 24 - “oh my god! you’re in love with him!” 33 - “this is bad, this is really bad.”

warning: literally one swear word, jealous sunghoon LMAO

[ 18:31 ] ; 박성훈

you and the rest of the boys decided itd be a good idea to relax by watching movies, it was a simple and cute way to hang out without the stress of their job and school. you knocked on the door, jake standing next to you as you both held bags full of snacks and other various things the group might have wanted to use. the door opened after a, “a second!” was called out and sunghoon was revealed. his smile faded at the sight of you and jake stood closely next to each other, but didn’t potray it much.

you both quickly walked in, heading straight for the kitchen, seeing jay and heesung already there making some sort of food. “hey guys! we got snacks,” you happily lifted the bag as jake did the same.

“alright, make the popcorn and jake can prepare the drinks and stuff,”

as you stood at the microwave, waiting for the timer to finish, jake grabbed a bowl and stared pouring some of the snacks into it before heading back to the living room and placing them on the table. “hey jake, can you grab that big, green bowl for me? i cant quite reach,” without another word, he quickly grabbed the bowl and set it down for you, so you could pour the popcorn inside.

from the other side of the room, sunghoon watched the interaction, a clear scowl on his face as he quietly muttered under his breath at you and jake acting all “lovey-dovey.”

“sunghoon, you do realise you’re glaring at the floor as if it killed your family? y/n doesn’t like jake that way, stop being so dramatic,” jungwons voice snapped sunghoon out of his thoughts as he simply grumbled something jungwon couldn’t make out and made his way to the living room.

it seemed like the world really didn’t like him today.

just to his surprise, the couch was full and beside you was jake and jay. wow. so he had to take another place which was close enough to you.

sunghoon sat on the floor, in between your legs while you were above him on the couch. your fingers gently threaded through his hair as you and there rest of the boys watched a movie.

unfortunately, you weren’t even able to recall the name of the movie, as you were paying too much attention to the boy sat in front of you. you and sunghoon have been best friends since he started ice skating, both meeting there and starting around the same time. however, you, instead of becoming a worldwide known idol, stayed a figure skater.

it was a common phrase to hear, “two friends of different genders can’t be friends for long before one catches feelings,” and in yours and sunghoons friendship, you were the one to take that title. you knew you had a crush on him, and for a while now, but not to what extent. all your pea brain could gather was you found him super funny, loved his smile - especially the way it would show his sharp teeth and how it made his eyes crinkle. you loved his fluffy hair and how he always let you play with it and try new hairstyles on it. you lo-

“hey y/n,” your thoughts were cut off by jake poking your side. you hummed in response. “come outside for a bit, we need to talk.”

this worried you. jake wasn’t usually the one who started “the talks”.

contrary to your feelings, you still stood up and let go of sunghoons fluffy hair against his protests and followed jake out the room. after you closed the door behind yourself, you looked at the boy in a confused manner as to ask him why he brought you out here.

“do you mind telling me the name of the movie?”

“is that seriously all? why did you have to bring me out here for this?”

“no, y/n - what even happened in that movie? describe it to me.” he then grinned at your face of realisation. jake caught you staring lovingly at your best friend of about a decade and now you were caught red handed.

“y/n i don’t know how to tell you this, but this whole time we’ve all been in that room, you’ve been doing nothing but staring at sunghoon - and i know hes attractive but you were staring at him as if hes your whole world...” he looked at you sympatheticly, knowing that sunghoon didn’t potray his emotions very well and he could be very easily not interested in you whatsoever.

“oh my god! you’re in love with him!”

you and jake both snapped your heads to the sound that came from behind you two, seeing sunoo with his hand clasped over his mouth. then it’s your turn for your mouth to drop open after realising the all of the boys have now gathered around sunoo and figured out what was going on.

sunghoon was standing at the back, being the last one to arrive meant he didn’t really understand what was going on. from his perspective, it looked like sunoo shouted that you were in love with jake, not with him. his brows furrowed at your surprised face standing closely next to jake, as he scoffed before turning around and going to his room.

you watched as he disappeared, releasing a loud sigh. “this is bad. this is really bad.”

then a chaos of “go get him tiger,” erupted from all the boys as you ran up the stairs after him.

you quickly barged into his room, not even bothering to knock on the door, before letting out an exhasperated sigh and quickly saying, “it’s not what it looks like.”

“oh so now you’re gonna use that cheesy line on me?” his face was clearly filled with anger, a single brow raised to go along with the question.

“no, sunghoon, it just genuinely isn’t what you saw. sunoo overheard mine and jakes conversation on how i’m in love with you, alright? he just had to shout it out for the whole world to hear but from what you saw it looked like he was talking about me and jake, which i get why you would be mad- actually no, i don’t get why you would be mad? i’m your best friend why should you be mad at me for apparently liking another boy- oh my god did i just tell i’m in love with you? please ignore eveything i just sai-“ your rambling was cut off by sunghoons airy laugh before he spoke himself.

“first of all, yes you did just say that. second of all, i’m sorry for getting angry. third of all, i got angry because i’m in love with you too, y/n. i’m just incredibly shit at speaking out on my emotions - i mean i literally screamed at pork slices!” you laughed at the memory of him on i-land. and then it hit you once again.

“wait... you’re in love with me?”

“god damn it- yes! i am! do you want me to get down on one knee to prove it?”

“no, a kiss would be just fine.”

“fine then.”

“fin-“ instead of being interrupted by a laugh, this time you felt his soft lips pressing against yours while his hands cradled your face. you quickly kissed back before he pulled away.

“how was that for my declaration of my love for you?”

“i think i need it again so i understand if a bit more, y’know?” he then smiled widely at your stupid antics while letting out a chuckle before leaning back in go kiss you once more.

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hotdamnhunnam · 3 years

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One Goal: Completion

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

A/N: Here’s Part 3 of this fic about Ironhead with equal parts angst x smut x fluff! In which you’re helping Will heal through a time when he’s incapable of feeling love or making love. (He’s more than capable of sex – lots of hot sex – but you both know that’s not enough...) Heads up: The backstory that I imagined here is pretty different from what anyone would probably expect, but I felt that the premise of this fic called for a compelling reason as to why his heart is so totally wrecked 💔

Pairing: Will “Ironhead” Miller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, angsty angst, rough sex, fluffy smut later on, heads up: I made up some sad shit that happened to somebody close to our captain...

Word Count: ~2.6k

… Continued from Part 2 [Read Here]

It’s a new shade of Will every day.

Today it’s that soft shade, the one that’s always worth the wait. The shade that parts the storm clouds in his gaze and lets the late sun warm his hair like summer hay. The shade that swears that everything will be okay. The shade that always makes you stay.

Unafraid to go ahead with stupid shit you want to say. “Been meaning to ask you something, by the way.”

Ironhead smiles for what has to be the hundredth time today. You’re not the only one who’s unafraid—who stayed. “Fire away.”

Standing outside the quaint little cafe, where the two of you just ate—as if you’re like a normal couple in that way, and don’t just say fuck it and order post-sex pizza at his place most days—you hark back to the start. The crappy dive bar where he claimed your cunt and heart. “Why’d you agree to let our mutual friend set us on a blind date? When you were in that anti-any-kind-of-human-interaction state?”

Will smiles again as he recalls that night, looking off briefly to the side. “You want the truth, babe? Doesn’t make me look too great.”

“Pretty sure you’re physically incapable of looking anything but great, Will. So just spill.”

He tells the truth as if he’s worried that you’ll mind. “The date wasn’t blind. Not from my end.” Those soft blue eyes are fucking sheepish as he meets your gaze. “Saw a picture of you this one time at her place. She called me out on this idiot look that apparently lit up my face.”

This iron idiot made heart-eyes when he saw you in a picture?! You choke on your already eaten dinner. “You’re shitting me, Miller.”

“Wish I were.”

“This face?” you tease him while he’s weak, giggling as you reach up to pinch his blushing cheeks. “This fucking iron fortress built against emotional displays? What a disgrace!”

You can practically hear some of the iron walls inside him shattering.

“Then you met me and put your walls back up again when you realized the picture had just been mad flattering? Or photoshopped?”

He smiles yet again and shakes his head. “Then I met you and after my heart fucking stopped, I realized it’d be selfish to fuck your life up.”

“So then you just fucked up my pussy instead?”

“Something like that. I know, it’s a low point that we both regret.”

Now he’s being all cute and it’s rude and is killing you dead. “The worst sex of my life, Ironhead.”

Clearly time to go back to where it all began. “Wanna hit up that shitty old dive again?”

“Aye aye, captain.”

***************

From behind this time.

Makes you suck on his fingers ‘cause you’d otherwise be screaming like the man’s committing some capital crime.

Growling filth into your ear with every other thrust and God that shit’s sublime.

You two don’t always bother with getting undressed—sex in this dive bar bathroom is always a mad frantic mess—but apparently tonight he wants to blow your fucking mind, with you both topless, rough hands all over your bare tits and his chiseled muscles pressed against your spine.

Will used to be all stone-cold silence, while he wrecked you in a red-hot rush of violence. But in these few months since you’ve been with him he’s started whipping out the dirty talk. As if your world needed to be more furiously rocked. And it’s divine.

“Jesus fuck. See how pretty you look when you’re taking this cock. I’m so lucky you’re mine.”

You barely recognize the figure in the mirror. She would sell her whole damn soul, to have this man inside her holes, and find her salvation in being such a sinner. She exists only for Will Miller to shove his massive dick in her.

Words escape your breathless lips in a weak whimper, as you gasp around his fingers. “Ugh God yes, I’m yours!”

“My perfect little whore.”

He says it often as if he can fool himself that you’re not so much fucking more.

But both of you can feel the truth of what this means, of what you’ve always been, the full force of his ironclad heart thrown behind each shove into your soaking core.

Will still makes love as if it’s war. But you don’t mind. You’re not behind enemy lines. The war is all inside, you’ve come to find. Against the shit he can’t allow himself to feel. As much as his the war is yours. And every night you come to fight. To play the shield, the nurse that heals, the dove of peace fated some fucking day to save him from the battlefield. In love the war is what you fucking live for.

As in any war there’s fear. Always the fear, that you’ll be stuck deep in this fight for fucking years. When he’s inside you fear is easy to ignore.

Just like the pounding of some stranger’s fists against the bathroom door. For hours you’ve been locked in here. It’s not as if this place is truly his and yours.

It’s wrong, to stake a selfish claim to someplace you’ve never belonged.

That’s how Will feels about your body and your heart, each time he rips them both apart. He felt it from the start. He wishes he’d been strong. Stuck to his instincts to steer clear of you rather than drag you deep into this war that he’s been fighting for so long.

The pounding on the door reminds him: he can hear the demons even when the pounding of his heart threatens to blind him. Still feel lost even when love managed to find him. None of that shit is behind him. Still it binds him.

But somehow he is more tightly bound to you now than to all the shattered pieces of himself. The iron shell around his heart forges that bond the more it melts. The pull of everything he never should’ve felt. Heart helpless to resist the hand that it’s been dealt.

Ignore the pounding at the door. Ignore the war. For once make love and nothing else.

He tries and hopes that you can tell. Tries hard as hell, to give you everything you need.

That doesn’t mean that he succeeds.

***************

Two more months.

Now four in total since this started. Two more since that time you parted, broken up for half a day that left you both so hollow-hearted. Haven’t walked away since then—both been sticking it out through thick and thin—but in these four months, Will still hasn’t made real love to you, the way you need him to. Not once.

You’re dealing. Finding new ways, every day, to cope with what you’re feeling. What you worry he’s not feeling. He assures you that he does and shows you what he still can’t say. But if shit doesn’t change real quick you’ll be the one in need of healing.

When he takes you to that place, the post-sex haze, the afterglow that leaves you in a daze, has all your senses fucking reeling... you just wish he wouldn’t hang you out to dry. You love him so much you could cry. Sometimes you do, and he’s not there to hold you, kiss away the tears before they reach your eyes. Even when he’s right there beside you in the bed, he has to turn and disappear somewhere inside that fucking stupid iron head.

So aftercare is a lost cause. You cut that loss. As for the sex itself you’ve given up on hoping he can ever do the slow sex thing. Seems his cock is only capable of ravaging and wrecking. God he’s tried, on countless nights, to slow it down, to breathe through every push and pound, or let you take him for a ride. In answer to your begging. Really be with you and feel your presence more than just a fraction of a second. But it never works quite right.

The sex is still about that one goal. It’s the only way that he can keep the demons in his soul under control. Once you’ve both cum and come undone, and he’s flooded your holes, he’s finished with his mission: see that one goal to completion.

God forbid he ever stop and smell the roses while he grinds you to that godforsaken fucking destination. He avoids it as if it would be his absolute damnation.

Maybe if the rose were sweet enough, he’d feed off of that love. Maybe you’re not. Maybe you’re just the best he’s got. Maybe as soon as someone comes along who means enough to him then he’ll just ditch your ass and happily run off.

From time to time you can’t help thinking shit like that. But then he’ll do something earth-shattering without warning, like roll over in bed and smile at you in the morning, and your heart will just cling onto him like mad.

Thankfully in these past two months you’ve finally started to believe you’re not the only one who has it bad.

It’s the little things. The way he looks at you, those eyes the softest shade of blue, when you’re typing away on your laptop or something and he stupidly thinks that you’re too stuck in work to bother noticing. You always do. The way he knows when you need something hot to drink, the extra shot of love he pours into the warm mug that he brings. The way he stoops down when you’re both out for a jog because your laces came a little loose and he can’t take another step until he ties your fucking shoe.

Will Miller is in love and you both know it’s fucking true, but still incapable of saying it or making it to you.

It’s a serious fucking issue. One that he’s incapable of talking through. Sooner or later you will need to find a way to live somehow with or without this man but either way you have no fucking clue.

***************

Two things are off limits. You won’t dare go there even for a minute. Apart from his feelings and thoughts in general, there are just two specific things that make your man go off the wall. Two things that send his demons way out of control.

His service isn’t one of them. You’ve found to your surprise in these past months that Will talks freely about that time in his life without a problem.

It made you feel silly for ever having thought his deepest scars were all from battle. He explained that he went through some real rough shit, which screwed him up a bit, but nothing that he couldn’t bring himself to process properly and learn to handle. It was tough as hell—still an ongoing struggle on some level—but overall time healed those wounds and healed them well.

The first thing that’s strictly off limits is family. That one time a while ago when you asked Will about his folks, casually, he looked like he was going to choke. Stated simply that he doesn’t have any.

The cold hard tone in which he said it... made it crystal clear that you had to forget it. Shut you up real fast. But couldn’t stop your thoughts from running wild. Have both his parents passed? Is he an only child? You just tried to change the subject and hid all your thoughts behind an awkward smile.

The second thing is diamonds.

You’re at a stage in this thing that you have with Will where you are already dreaming of spending your entire life with him so it’s real shitty timing.

Recently wore a diamond necklace on a date night; Will just stood and stared at it so hard you thought he was about to start a fucking fight. The look on his face fucking hurt. Like you couldn’t have possibly done something worse. You swiftly stripped it off and stowed it in your purse.

Whenever he sees a commercial for engagement rings, he flips. It makes him lose his fucking shit. More than a little bit. He doesn’t say a thing, but you can feel his muscles tense and see the telltale twitch in his stiff upper lip.

At least you know now what’s off limits.

Just two things: family and diamond rings. Sadly two key components of your happy future when you’re dumb enough to picture Will in it.

***************

“I should’ve let you go.”

Will says it so often you’ve lost count. And every time you fuck the words out of his head and love him through his doubts until he comes around.

This time he really means it though. It cuts you to the bone but you just know.

He’s looking at a picture of someone. Cradles the frame like it’s about to turn to dust within his fingers. Bottle in his other hand but he’s not that drunk. God, you wish he were. So you could take his words in stride and just say fuck that shit and fuck me, Miller.

You just figure he’s looking right now at the actual love of his life and whoever she is you’re so jealous you wish you could jump through the picture and kill her.

It’s not a good look, but you’re so deep in love with this man and you’re shook.

Then you quickly realize, from the cold hollow look in his eyes, that whoever is pictured is most likely already dead. Just makes you feel a whole other level of bad, for the murderous thought you just had.

Who even are you—ever since you met this ironhead, fooled yourself into feeling at home in his heart and his bed—and allowed him to scar you, and fuck up your whole life so bad?

Will shakes his painfully pretty head. “Shit still fucking haunts me every time I’m inside someone. With you I just thought for a moment...”

A moment? It’s been fucking months and he calls it a moment?

From your end it feels like you’ve been fucking drowning for years in a sea of your own unshed tears after just these few words that he’s spoken.

He goes on. “...thought maybe I wasn’t so broken.”

The words that fall off of your lips now don’t feel like your own. “But you are.”

Those blue eyes turn a dark shade of pain deeper than any you’ve ever known. Shade just swallowed the whole sky and all of its stars.

“You fucking are, Will, and I’m done trying to fuck away your scars.”

He doesn’t even try to stop you as you run out to your car and drive out somewhere fucking far.

For two whole days you stay away.

Only to end up the next night stuffed full of his ironhead dick in the bathroom of that goddamn dive bar.

***************

Two more years.

On and off. Making war if not love. Life without one another is never enough.

It’s not about how did we get here. It’s about how can we ever live without. And if that’s something neither you nor Will could ever figure out… then hell it must be worth the tears.

You’d still be piss-poor if each thought he ever shared about the secrets from his past were worth a penny.

But time means something as it always does and by now you’ve become a love that feels like hope and home and family. You haven’t forgotten that one time Will told you that he doesn’t have any.

It’s now the anniversary of that day when he had been holding that picture. Little did you know then, as he tells you in this moment, that the picture wasn’t of another woman—rather of another Miller.

“His name was Benny.”

***************

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pastaimpact · 3 years

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Since ur a catboy and maid simp 👀👀👀👀

Catboy maid headcanons for xiao, scaramouche, zhongli, kaeya and diluc?

Like, they lost a bet and have to drink a potion from albedo that turns them into catboy maid or smth pls?

-mac bulli anon

if u see me rotting, no u didnt

Xiao’s displeased by the transformation, but he has better things to do than to get worked up by a small thorn in his side. He has evil spirits to get rid off, and archons be damned if he’s going to let a pair of furry ears and a tail get in the way of his duty. It’s an odd sight, seeing him swing around his jade spear with his mask on, only to be moe-fied by his ears.

He insists on carrying out his own duties, saying that your selfish desires to have him as your maid won’t overrule his original contract to Rex Lapis. Chances are, you won’t even get him into the maid outfit before he goes running off to dispel some spirits. It can’t be helped: Xiao is someone who values Liyue’s peace before he values anything else, although he does feel a bit fuzzy inside when he sees how ecstatic you are over how cute he looks.

If he does find a moment of reprieve, that’s your best chance to capitalize on his transformation. Xiao claims that he needs no attention or extra love from you, that he’s a yaksha who works alone out of fear of harming you, but he’s still someone who craves for the gentle touch of a fellow being. Tell him that he’s done a good job and that you’re proud of him while cupping his face, and next thing you know, he’ll have slotted himself against your body and tell you that this isn’t necessary, all while his tail wags around happily. Archons forbid that anyone tries to interrupt your cuddling session, because he’ll start hissing like an actual cat the moment your attention is turned away from him.

Xiao purred against your skin, his head resting on the area in between your shoulder and neck. He was always cat-like to begin with: coy, distance, but still gentle and affectionate at the right times. You fondled his ears the way he liked them, and his tail curled up in satisfaction.

“What a pretty kittycat you are,” you cooed, your voice low and calm, like the careful trills of a lullaby. “Always working so hard... Always caring for someone other than yourself... What a good boy.”

“...Keep going,” he murmured, scooting closer to you when you stopped petting him for a second. You let a smile grace your lips as you stroked his soft fur again, enjoying the way the catboy immediately relaxed against you.

How adorable.

Scaramouche is livid, to say the least, by this change. He’s a Fatui Harbinger, and someone who demands nothing short of utmost respect and authority from those around him. Being demoted to not only a servant, but not even a human one at that, is a stain against his spotless, untouchable command.

The entire time he’s placed under your care, he grumbles and snaps at everything that comes his way. He mutters that you should be grateful he’s even putting up with this, and he might just flat-out refuse to do the things you ask of him—until you tell him that you’ll ask someone else, like Signora or Childe. Only then does he come scrambling back to you with a pout on his face and his ears pressed against his head to scold you and say that he could do a better job than any of those sloppy Harbingers could.

He also threatens you, saying that you owe him for humiliating him like this, but he also forgets all about being mean to you the moment you start petting his ears and scratching behind them. Scaramouche swears on his life that he hates being treated like this, but the way he clings to you and purrs loudly clearly says otherwise. He’ll get huffy and frown if you stop petting him, so be prepared for him to completely monopolize your time.

“I hate you for this,” he hissed, practically bristling in your lap. You bit back a laugh, feeling the way he wrapped his arms tightly around your torso, pulling himself as close as he could to your chest. “You’re terrible.”

“It’s ‘You’re terrible, Master’ to you,” you teased, burying your fingers in his hair to tease his ears. The Harbinger opened his mouth as if to snap back at you with a haughty remark, but he immediately melted into your touch instead, giving soft mewls and twisting his head against your skin so that he could feel more of your touch.

“I-I still hate you,” he grumbled, forcing himself to frown at you and huff. He dug his nails into your clothes, settling his chin on your shoulder so that you couldn’t see the blush rising to his cheeks. “Master.”

Zhongli has seen his fair share of oddities, being an archon and all, so he’s grown to get used to whatever life throws at him all while honoring his own approach to life and any traditions he upholds. While being transformed into a cat and a maid, for that matter, is surprising, it’s probably nothing more than a mild inconvenience to a god that once held the ability to shift into a variety of different forms.

He’s a skilled and knowledgeable man, so he’s more than willing to assist you in a variety of topics. His one condition while being placed under your care is that you treat him with the same respect you would show him at any other time. While he may be relatively polite and mild-mannered, he still was a very potent and feared God of War at one point in his life. He doesn’t expect much from you; just drop any funny business around him, and he’ll entertain you for hours with his knowledge about politics, arts, and other fine subjects.

Zhongli is good about keeping his emotions in check, and even with cat ears and a tail, it’s still fairly difficult to gauge how he truly feels. Of course, his new body does betray him every now and then: a flick of his tail to signify intrigue, ears pressed against his head for annoyance, a twitch of his nose for interest. It’s best not to tease him or pry into how he feels whenever he does make an odd movement, but it wouldn’t hurt to present yourself appropriately depending on whatever mood he’s in based off of his little actions. Besides, it’s not everyday that you can see someone as respected and feared as Zhongli in a cute maid dress with his tail swishing excitedly behind him.

His entrance was quiet, and the only thing that even signaled his presence in the room was the rustle of fabric as he walked towards you. His tail was still, and his ears perked up like it had been for the day, ever since he downed the transformation potion. “I brought you tea.”

You looked up from your paperwork, smiling softly at the former archon. You pulled a stray chair close to where you were seated, inviting him to sit down as he set the teacup down in front of you. “You shouldn’t have!”

He shook his head, his ears twitching with the slightest hint of satisfaction as he sat down. “It was about time you took a break. I thought I would remind you not to push yourself too far by bringing you something to relax with. Do drink up; I brewed it myself with prized leaves.”

Kaeya’s all about staying a step ahead of the game, and the moment fluffy cat ears and a tail sprout up on his body, there’s a good chance that he’s already found loads of ways to capitalize on his features to get what he wants. The best way to get information from anyone is to get them to let their guard down, and it’s hard to be intimidated by someone who looks like a stuffed animal.

Which is exactly what he does. There’s a good chance that Kaeya’s been observing you for a while, for whatever reasons he might have (be it personal or for the Knights of Favonius), so he’ll definitely use his cat features to his advantage. He’ll snuggle up to you and let you relax by teasing you with his tail and his ears, and he’ll let his silvery tongue do the rest as he extracts bits and pieces of information from you like he was extracting honey from a beehive.

Kaeya rocks the whole maid concept better than anyone else. Flexibility and adaptability are just a few of his many strong suits, and he might even go along with playing pretend with you just out of the goodwill of his heart. He’s extorted you already for loads of intel, so the least he can do to get you to keep staying so lax around him is to humor you just a bit. It’s also a good chance to see you smiling and laughing as you bury your head into his hair, and it sure doesn’t hurt to hear you gush over how much of a majestic catboy he is.

You felt his fluffy tail slink against your arms, Kaeya splayed out across your lap with the most smug smile you’ve ever seen from him. “Awwww, your tail is so cute! I wish I could just hold it and fall asleep! It feels just like a cloud!”

“Does it now, Master?” Kaeya purred, batting his eyeslashes. It had only been about fifteen minutes since he barged into your room to show off his cat features, and he had already gotten enough info about you to entertain him for weeks. “You can pet me more, if you’d like.”

You lit up, completely oblivious to the fact that Kaeya had you wrapped around his little finger. You were far too innocent, too careless even, and Kaeya found it amusing. “Oh, Kaeya! You’re the best!”

Diluc’s also fairly annoyed by this mess, but he isn’t one to viciously fight against what’s already happened. It is rather irritating to have to put all of his responsibilities aside for another day, but he’s capable businessman who’s used to having to adapt to all sorts of situations. Being turned into the catmaid is by far not the worst of his problems, but it’s enough of a change to actually make him think about how he presents himself not only to you but the people of Mondstadt as well.

He has maids around his winery, so he mimics his ow behavior with what he wants of them. Of course, you don’t make him cook or clean or anything like that, and similarly to Zhongli, he makes sure to treat you with respect as long as you do the same. Diluc’s a very pragmatic man, and he simply takes his duty as a maid to keep you out of trouble, accompanying you whenever you need to head out to protect you from stray monsters or helping you with any finances that you might have to sort out.

His only request is that he doesn’t let anyone outside of his immediate circle know about his current affliction. The last thing he needs is his reputation as a respectable tycoon tarnished, and he sure as hell doesn’t need Kaeya strolling around to mess with him. If it incentivizes you to keep the whole temporary catmaid thing under wraps, he’ll tell you that it can be a little secret between the two of you. It’s best that you give him your word, lest you end up on the wrong side of his stoic mannerisms.

“Good work today,” you remarked, offering up a meek smile to the Dawn Winery owner. “It must have been a lot of work. You know, having to deal with the whole transformation thing while running a business.”

Diluc glanced momentarily you, his ears pressing against his head. You wasn’t sure if it was out of annoyance or shyness, but you decided that it was the latter, as Diluc hadn’t walked away from you just yet. “It’s fine. Albedo said it should wear off any day now.”

“Mmm. But still, if you ever need help from me, let me know, okay? I know I’m your ‘master’ temporarily, but we’re still friends,” You laughed. The corners of Diluc’s mouth twitched as he turned away.

“Goodnight then. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #xiao #scaramouche #zhongli #kaeya #diluc #g/n reader #serving the macaroni

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keigoslovebird · 4 years

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Pairing: Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader

Warnings: Manga spoilers!! Pregnancy and references to pregnancy, you have a child (obvi), aged up characters, breeding kink, negative self image (on Toshi’s part), references to alcohol, self deprecating language, very fluffy Daddy Toshi shenanigans

Genre: Fluff, smut

Word count: 8.3k

Author’s note: I had so much fun writing soft husband Toshi, if it isn��t obvious by the word count. I just want to rub his soft belly and tell him how much I love him. Hopefully you enjoy this as much as I did writing it!

Note: Flashbacks indicated by italics

Wakatoshi Ushijima has always been a man of few emotions and even fewer words, with just one thing on his mind—volleyball.

Since he was a young child, he has always slept, eaten, breathed volleyball. Nothing came close to his fiery, burning passion for the sport, not that he had the time to care about anything else.

That all changed when he retired from professional volleyball at the ripe young age of thirty-one, the years of wear and tear on his body finally catching up to him. He knew it was time when the pain in his joints was so severe he could no longer keep up with his much younger teammates. It was a difficult, emotional decision, but he ultimately viewed it as passing the torch to the next generation of volleyball players.

The announcement of Wakatoshi’s retirement was met with great sadness from the sports community at the loss of such a talented, renowned player, but he left behind an exceptional legacy marked by achievements and historic wins.

His final game with the Schweiden Adlers concluded in a symbolic victory, this chapter of his life drawing to a close the same way it began—with Wakatoshi as an indisputable champion. Every player, coach, and audience member rose from their seats, clapping and screaming words of encouragement. Each of his teammates got on their knees, lowering themselves to press their foreheads into the floor of the stadium, bowing in an ultimate show of respect. The sight of his peers, his coaches, the entire auditorium giving him such an impassioned send off made a heavy lump form in his throat that refused to go away, no matter how many times he tried to swallow it down. Tears pricked at his eyes but he didn’t want to cry, not in front of all of these people.

The dam broke when you sprinted across the court, wrapping yourself around him in a bone crushing hug.

“You did so well Toshi. I am so proud of you,” you praised through choked sobs, pressing your tear-stained face into his neck. Your watery eyes and trembling smile shattered whatever willpower he had, his own tears streaming down his face like a waterfall. All those late night practices away from you, the excruciating injuries, the heartbreaking losses, all led up to this moment. This was the last time the Super Ace would step foot on a volleyball court as a professional player, but all good things must come to an end.

The screaming and clapping was so loud you could barely hear his quiet, trembling whisper of, “I love you.”

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It took him awhile to adjust to what one would call a “normal” life, one that didn’t include daily flights from country to country or backbreaking practices that lasted from sunup to sundown. Sure he still went to the gym and practiced with the volleyball net strung up in your backyard, but it was nothing like his grueling schedule when he was a pro athlete. To make matters worse, the blinders he wore his entire life that blocked out anything but volleyball prevented him from finding any real hobbies of his own. This meant for the first few months, your husband followed you around the house like a lost puppy, just wanting to be a part of whatever you were doing.

You would be cooking dinner, some soup simmering on the stove, when Wakatoshi’s massive form would come up from behind you to shyly peek over your shoulder.

“What’re you doing?” he wondered, resting his head in the crook of your neck.

You could feel a smile tugging at your lips at how cute he was being, getting used to domestic life, something you never really got to experience until now. Before, you would often be sleeping when he came home at night, and still be asleep when he left in the morning. “I’m just cooking, do you want to help me?” you asked, holding a knife out to him to cut some vegetables. He nodded silently as he took the knife from you.

His chopping skills left much to be desired, but what could you really expect from a man who only ever held a volleyball?

Another time you were sitting on the couch, scrolling through Twitter on your phone. You could feel your husband staring so intensely you were afraid he’d pop a blood vessel in his head.

Looking up at him, you cleared your throat and asked, “Did you need something, Toshi?” You set your phone down and gave him a questioning look, hoping to solve whatever was troubling him.

He was pensive for a moment, his eyebrows scrunching as he figured out what he was trying to say. “No, I just… There’s nothing to do,” he answered finally.

You nearly burst out laughing at his concern for simply being bored, but you held it in. “Of course there’s something to do!” you exclaimed, “You can go on a walk, read a book, watch TV, or even just take a nap.”

His head tilted quizzically, unsure of what you were suggesting. “A… nap? Why would I sleep? It’s the middle of the afternoon,” he questioned, sounding like you had proposed he eat sand and not to take a quick snooze.

You chuckled and walked over to the chair he was sitting in, plopping yourself down into his lap. “Sometimes people sleep in the middle of the day because they’re tired, or just because they want to,” you clarified, “We can go take a nap right now if you would like.”

Suddenly Wakatoshi stood up, causing you to squeak in surprise, his arms securely carrying you bridal style.

“W-what’re you doing!?” you squealed, panicked by your sudden lack of solid ground, slightly struggling in arms.

He tilted his head again, reminiscent of a pet confused by its master’s orders. “We’re going to take a nap together, yes? I’m taking you to our room,” he said, jerking his head in the direction of your shared bedroom.

You stopped squirming once you took in his words, your belly fluttering with affection. Sighing happily, you snuggled your face against his chest, giving him a simple “mhm” in response.

That day Wakatoshi took his first nap since he was six years old and to this day, he still swears he’s never had a more restful, peaceful sleep in his life.

Those instances happened less and less often as he figured out ways to occupy his time that didn’t involve volleyball.

You adopted a dog, a commitment you didn’t want to make in the past due to both of your busy schedules, but your lives became a lot less hectic after Wakatoshi’s retirement. Your husband made it a daily ritual to take your puppy Leo out on a morning run, both of them returning tired and sweaty before promptly passing out for an hour. He took up a job at the local university to help coach their men’s volleyball team, deciding to try it out when the requests to lend his wisdom and skills kept coming in. Although, his favorite pastime now consists of him standing outside on the patio, beer in hand as he sweats over the flames of his fancy silver grill.

But perhaps the most significant change in your lives came in the form of your son, Hidetoshi.

Much like your refusal to commit to taking care of a dog, neither of you wanted to have kids while your lifestyle was so unfit to raise a child. You didn’t mind making those compromises for your husband, having known the path he would take since you started dating in high school. Frankly, you didn’t mind not having children at all, so it surprised you when he was the one to broach the subject.

“What if we did?” he inquired under the darkness of your bedroom.

You turned over to face him, reaching up to gently stroke his cheek. “What if we did what, my love?” you murmured.

His eyes flitted across your face with an uncharacteristic nervousness. “What if we decided to have a child?” The shock on your face made his stomach churn uncomfortably and he almost regretted saying anything at all, but his fears quickly vanished as your expression melted into a soft smile.

“We’d have to talk about it more but I’d love to have your children, Wakatoshi Ushijima.”

You had a deep, lengthy conversation about your wants, needs, plans for the future, and whether or not a kid would fit into them. Once all of your cards were on the table you decided to start trying to get pregnant, a mission that your husband took very seriously.

Even as a teenager Wakatoshi’s sex drive wasn’t very high, and his frequent absence and exhaustion in his adult life made it somewhat difficult for you to have sex often. You made up for it where you could, having phone sex and masturbating together over FaceTime, once you convinced him to do it. When he was bewildered as to why you would suggest such a salacious act, you explained you were a grown woman with needs and if he wasn’t there to take care of them, he’d have to help you in other ways. Once he realized how serious you were, he agreed.

But your husband as a young adult and your husband post-retirement are almost two completely different people in regards to sex. He has seemingly unlimited reserves of stamina, built up over years of rigorous, intense training, and he no longer had an outlet to expend them. So, his new outlet to test his endurance became you and your body.

He began fucking you every chance he got with the vigor and gusto of a hormonal teenager, seeking to make up for lost time. He asked for sex at all hours of the day, waking you up in the middle of the night with the insistent prodding of his arousal and lazily thrusting between your thighs in the early hours of the morning before you had to leave for work. He fucked you in every room in your house and on every surface—on the dining room table, in the shower, on the living room floor, and even on your back patio when you both got a little too drunk on some cheap rose.

You welcomed Wakatoshi’s insatiable hunger with open arms, unable to resist your strong, ridiculously handsome husband, but that, coupled with his seemingly limitless stamina, spelled trouble for your muscles and pelvis. In the first year after his departure from professional sports you had to call in sick to work seven times, too tired to function, too bruised to look presentable, and too sore to walk to the bathroom. At first he felt guilty for fucking you out of commission, but the way you begged him so sweetly to pound your needy, gushing cunt deeper, harder, faster and how you whimpered with delight when he bit bruises down your throat, he didn’t feel that bad. A baser, more primal part of Wakatoshi’s brain purred at his marks covering our body and relished in the way you limped. You were just too tempting, too irresistible not to ravage you every chance he got.

After you agreed to start trying for a baby, your partner’s already voracious sexual appetite became downright menacing now that he had a goal to strive for.

“Gonna breed you, gonna fill you so full with my cum and knock you up,” he grunted as he battered into your sore, dripping hole, your body folded in half in a mating press.

“P-please Toshi! Ah~ please,” you babbled, nonsensical and uncertain what you were even asking for. He had been fucking you for so long everything was muddled into a singular dreamy, intangible haze of pleasure and ecstasy.

Wakatoshi gave your clit a slap, hard enough to make you cry out. “Please what? Please breed you like a bitch in heat? Please stuff you full with my cum?” He leaned down to wrap his fingers around your throat, squeezing with enough force to make your head swim and forcing you to look into his wild olive eyes. “Well, what is it?” he demanded.

“W-want you to b-ah! Want you to breed mee,” you slurred, too drunk on the delicious feeling of his cock dragging against your pulsing walls to form a more coherent sentence.

His thrusts grew sloppy and uncoordinated with his impending orgasm. “G-gonna give you what you want, you cock hungry slut, I’m—” He came with a choked, shuddering groan, his warm cum flooding your awaiting womb.

You were both basking in the afterglow, exhausted and soaked in sweat and your combined fluids, when you noticed the furious blush spreading across your husband’s cheeks. “I apologize for what I said during sex. I… I don’t know what came over me,” he confessed, giving your shoulder a remorseful squeeze.

Giggling, you leaned forward to kiss his cheek. “Don’t be sorry. I really enjoyed it,” you proclaimed, “I love it when you get rough with me.”

Trying to get you pregnant gave your husband a new goal to strive for and he has never been one to do anything with less than his all.

Thanks to your husband’s dedicated efforts, you got pregnant six months after you started trying, to your shared elation and delight. Those two little lines filled you with as much excitement as they made you anxious, but as long as Wakatoshi was by your side, everything would be okay.

Seeing your little bundle of joy in a 3D ultrasound changed you, changed Wakatoshi forever. Up until then you had only seen him as a colorless little blur on a computer screen, but getting to watch his precious face scrunch and his chubby legs kick reminded you that he was a real living being. The late night sprints to the bathroom, horrible morning sickness, and miserably aching back were all worth it when you were able to hold Hidetoshi for the first time. With his olive eyes, brown hair and chubby cheeks, he was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen and to this day he still is.

Taking after his father from the start, Hidetoshi was a happy baby that rarely fussed or cried, not that you complained. He slept soundly through most nights, so soundly you slept in a chair by his crib for the first month to periodically check he was still breathing, despite your husband’s insistence the baby would be fine. Your mother-in-law had insisted that you and Wakatoshi would be exhausted for the first several months after the birth. Imagine her surprised when you and Wakatoshi looked just as well-rested as usual, better even, since you no longer had to deal with pregnancy. Many people, relatives and strangers alike, were astounded at how charming and polite your son was, even as a newborn. He was happy to just sit and play with his toys as you had lunch, smiling and waving at everyone who passed by.

A man as attractive as your husband with a boy as sweet as your son meant that, much to your irritation, women were tripping over themselves to flirt with him. To make matters worse, Wakatoshi picked up your son alone most days due to your office job preventing you from leaving early enough to go with him. This meant many of the moms at Hidetoshi’s school thought your husband was single and they weren’t shy in their pursuit.

A crowd of women surrounded Wakatoshi as he waited for school to end so your son would come running out with his arms spread wide, confident his daddy would always catch him. Most of the moms simply stared at your husband with dreamy looks in their eyes, attempting to make small talk with him.

One especially bold mother reached out and stroked his bicep, slightly squeezing to get a feel for his muscles. “My my Ushijima, you’re so handsome and strong,” she purred, batting her eyelashes at him.

“My wife thinks so as well,” he grunted as he gently but firmly removed his arm from her grasp.

The woman looked as if he had slapped her across the face and cursed her family. “Y-you’re married? But you don’t even have a wedding ring!” she spluttered, “If you have a wife then where is she everyday?”

“I do have a ring. I just don’t wear it on my finger because I’m afraid of losing it,” he clarified, lightly tugging on the chain around his neck for emphasis, his ring clinking softly against the metal. “I’m happily married to my wife who cannot be here because she is hard at work providing for our family. Do not disrespect my wife or my marriage again or we will have a problem.”

After that the other moms kept their distance, choosing to admire Wakatoshi from afar. It did not, however, stop them from staring with envy on the rare occasion you came with him to pick up your child, glowering at you with an intensity that surely wished you would drop dead. Your husband paid them no mind and neither did you because at the end of the day, you’re the one he chose to marry and have a child with. They can all flirts and look as much as they want, but they’ll never have him like you do.

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Fast forward to present day, Wakatoshi is seven years into his retirement at the age of thirty-eight and Hidetoshi is now six.

Your husband is an assistant coach part time for the men’s volleyball team at an up and coming university, the rest of his time divided between you and taking care of your son. Hidetoshi just started kindergarten, growing far too fast for your liking. He seems to have gotten a double dose of his father’s genes as he’s already several inches taller than his classmates, though you can tell by the way he smiles and the slope of his nose that he’s yours as well. He’s the perfect combination of both of you—he has Wakatoshi’s tenacity, work ethic, and confidence and your sense of humor, intelligence, and empathy. He continues to amaze you every single day and you nor your husband couldn’t imagine a boy more wonderful than him.

These days your lives are a lot less busy than they were when your husband was still a pro, but sometimes it doesn’t feel that way. With all the playdates, school functions, and parent-teacher conferences combined with your own job, Wakatoshi’s games, and regular house chores, sometimes it feels like you’re right back where you were ten years ago. This time, however, you have your incredible husband and son helping you and you wouldn’t trade your life for anything, no matter how hectic it may be.

Today is Saturday, it’s the weekend, and you’re only awake because of the bright sunlight that’s streaming through your bedroom window and hitting you directly in the face. You rub the sleep out of your eyes with the back of your hand, yawning loudly as you stretch your tired limbs. As soon as you try to get out of bed Wakatoshi’s arm around your waist tightens, pulling you flush against his solid, muscular chest.

“Don’t leave. Don’t need to be anywhere,” he mumbles into his pillow, voice even deeper and raspier with sleep. His legs entangle themselves with your own so you’re completely enveloped in the warm, comforting embrace of your husband.

“Need to start getting ready for the party,” you sigh drowsily, but make no efforts to remove yourself from his sleepy but surprisingly strong clutches.

“Not yet,” he says simply, and that’s when you realize when he’s doing. He’s slowly, lazily grinding his morning wood on the soft curve of your ass. You’re a little more awake now.

“Oh I see what this is about,” you chuckle, wiggling yourself against him teasingly.

He groans quietly under his breath, but you can feel the sound rumble in his chest. “Want you,” he says, still groggy from just barely waking up. His fingers find the hem of your shirt and he slips them underneath it, trailing his digits lightly down your stomach, making you shiver.

“Little man will be up soon,” you halfheartedly protest, but you can feel the warmth pooling between your legs.

“He’s not up yet, we have time.” The movements of his hips become more insistent, more demanding and you have to stifle your mewls behind your hand. Wakatoshi easily maneuvers his hand into the waistband of your panties, making a satisfied hum when he discovers you’re already dripping for him.

You’re still resisting, though it’s weak and feeble. The list of all the preparations you have to make for the barbecue still manage to just barely cut through your sleepy arousal. “We have so much to d—ahh~” You try to sound firm, but it just comes out as a breathy moan when he begins rubbing your swollen clit.

He uses his other hand to push up your shirt that’s actually his shirt, tracing small circles around your nipples with his rough fingertips. You try to push your hips into his hand in hopes to gain more friction, but his arms keep you locked in place.

“No need to rush. Let’s just enjoy this,” he insists, but the finger massaging your bud gets faster, knowing just how to make you whine after all the time he’s had to learn your body. He pinches one of your nipples between two fingers and squeezes with just enough force to make you gasp.

His erection has gotten even harder at the sound of your mewls and whimpers, hot and achingly hard against your ass and your cunt clenches in anticipation. Your slick is dripping out of you in thick, syrupy strings that makes your thighs sticky, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

“Please Toshi, need you,” you beg, desperate for your husband to stuff you full just as he’s done so many times before.

Wakatoshi doesn’t respond, opting to push his pants and underwear down to his knees and you almost sigh in relief, just needing to satisfy the desire that’s threatening to burn you from the inside out. You’re so hot you feel like you’re burning and you throw the comforter off of you to try to escape the heat. He removes the hand that was in your panties, instead using it to rub his hard length along your slick folds. You’re keening and so so needy, gasping each time the head catches on the tight ring of muscle around your entrance.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he grits out, barely able to control himself.

Your breath is coming in short, uneven pants as you try to sink yourself down onto him. “I love you so much I...”

That’s the moment when he sheaths his entire cock inside you in a singular fluid movement. You let out a strangled moan, relishing in the familiar burning as you stretch to accommodate how thick he is. Your pussy clamps down on him like a vice, molding perfectly around his length.

“It’s like you were made for me, made to take me,” Wakatoshi growls, sending another wave of arousal rippling through your body. He stays still for a moment, breathing deeply because he doesn’t want to cum and have this end so soon.

He starts moving his hips, thrusting slow and deep to reach the spongy spot inside you that makes you scream. The hand on your breast reaches around to grab your throat, stifling your moans into small, stuttering gasps. You whine each time he shoves himself deep inside you, his cock dragging deliciously against your spongy walls.

You stay like that for a while, bodies joined in the most intimate of ways as Wakatoshi moves his hips in leisurely, unhurried strokes. Your body is hot, sweaty, thrumming with the pleasure that’s so overwhelming all you can focus on is the intoxicating feeling of your husband’s cock deep inside you. The tightening in your core signals your impending orgasm, but each time you get close to the edge, it escapes your grasp over and over again. You need him to pound into you faster, harder. You need more.

“Toshi please, I-I need,” you manage to stammer out, but your words are stolen from your throat as he sharply thrusts as deep as he can, the tip of his cock smashing against your cervix with just the right amount of pressure.

“Don’t worry. I know just what you need.”

Wakatoshi is fucking you with so much force that your eyes are rolling back in your head, and all you can hear is the wet slapping sound each time he’s sucked back into your wet heat. He’s close, you can tell by the breathy groans he’s making, but so are you. You clench and spasm around him, growing impossibly tighter and bringing both of you closer to climax. His merciless pounding of your insides just gets faster and rougher, and his other hand moves down to rub your clit in tight, fast circles.

The pleasure that clouds your senses is overwhelming, just dancing on the edge between pleasure and pain and your body can’t take it anymore. Your vision goes white as you cum, cunt clamping down so hard Wakatoshi can barely move. You clamp a hand over your mouth to keep from screaming, your body shaking and trembling as you gush around him. The endless clenching of your muscles practically milks his orgasm out of him, a stifled groan leaving his lips as his thick, hot cum coats your insides. All you can do is moan softly in appreciation, too incoherent to say anything else.

Your husband presses a kiss to your sweaty neck. “Are you okay?” he asks, taking in the sight of your limp, spent body.

You haven’t caught your breath yet and your lips won’t form proper words, so you make the only noise you can, “Mmfmm.”

You whine as he slowly pulls out his softening length with an audible pop, sensitive cunt spasming at the slightest stimulation. He untangles himself from you and you want to reach out for him, but you’re too boneless to even attempt to do anything yet.

As Wakatoshi gets out of bed to get a warm washcloth, you hear the familiar sound of little footsteps making their way towards your room and you shoot up in bed, fully alert. You quickly pull the covers over your body, just in time for Hidetoshi to come bounding in.

“G’morning Mama! Where’s Daddy?” he wonders, his little head poking around the corner.

Your husband comes out of the bathroom, now fully dressed and washcloth in hand. “I’m right here, Hidetoshi.” The boy runs straight towards his father who picks him up effortlessly, swinging him around in the air as he squeals with delight. “Did you sleep well?”

Hide bobs his head enthusiastically, “Mhm! I had a dream I was a professional volleyball player just like you.”

Your loud, exaggerated sigh draws both sets of olive eyes to you, but you train your gaze on your husband. “Have you been putting ideas in his head?”

Wakatoshi shakes his head no, but the child in his arms pipes up first, “Daddy has been showing me videos of his old matches from when he was with the Schwimmy Addles.” Your husband makes a noise of surprise, a guilty look on his face now that he’s been found out.

“You two are going to be my undoing, I swear,” you chuckle as you flop back into the fluffy pillows.

Hide squirms in his father’s arms, reaching out to you, but the man recognizes the warning look in your eyes and tightens his arms around him. “We should let Mama finish waking up first. Why don’t we go downstairs and make breakfast?” he asks, tickling his sides.

The boy shrieks with laughter and wriggles even harder in Wakatoshi’s arms. “F-fine Daddy! Stooop it!” Your husband stops his tickling and hoists your son over his shoulder, gently patting his back.

He passes the washcloth to Hide. “Why don’t you give this to your mama? Then we can go have something to eat.”

Hide uses his little arms to hold the cloth out to you and you take it from him, nodding with gratitude. “Thank you sweetie, now go with your daddy.”

Your husband starts walking towards the door as a small, chubby hand waves bye to you and you blow kisses to them as they disappear into the hallway.

Using the washcloth, you clean the mess between your legs and muster the monumental effort it takes to get out of bed. You begrudgingly walk over to your dresser to put on clean pajamas and brush your hair so you’re presentable for a meal with your family. The sound of the fire alarm going off has you racing downstairs to the kitchen where Wakatoshi and your son should be.

As you slide into the kitchen and almost fall on the slippery hardwood in your haste, you realize your panic was for nothing. There’s a pan on the stove, grey smoke billowing out of it. Upon further inspection you discern that it’s eggs, you think, that are simultaneously under and overcooked. The guilty parties are sitting at the kitchen table a few feet away, a jug of milk and a couple of boxes of cereal surrounding them. Hide is shoveling spoonfuls of Cheerios into his mouth as your husband eats his own breakfast, only slightly neater in his approach.

“So… you tried to cook?” you ask, quirking an eyebrow at the large man chewing his Wheat Chex. He looks over at you and nods, mouth full with milk and cereal. “I’m guessing it didn’t go very well, judging by all the smoke,” you say slowly. Your husband simply shakes his head no, unbothered by the fact that he nearly gave you a heart attack.

Deciding it’s not worth the argument or the work to make a proper breakfast, you sit down next to Hide and pour yourself a bowl of Cheerios. He smiles at you, mouth open and full of disgusting half-chewed food, but you still return his beaming grin and ruffle his hair. The both of them are troublemakers in their own ways, but they’re your troublemakers nonetheless.

After you’ve all eaten breakfast, you lay a notepad in front of them that has a list of all the things you have to do before your guests arrive for the barbecue.

You’re standing between them, pointing at each task on the list. “I still have to sweep and vacuum the house, Toshi you need to go to the store and buy all the food, and Hide you need to pick up all your toys that are in the backyard. We have a lot to do today and everyone has to do their part, okay?” you urge, looking between the males on either side of you and they both nod emphatically.

With everyone so busy, it’s difficult to find weekends where they’re all available so this get together has been planned for months. You’ll all be seeing friends and loved ones you haven’t seen in a long time, and it’s a team effort to make sure everything is ready for tonight.

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You finish all of the tasks on time, with an hour to spare thanks to your joint efforts.

Hide is playing in his room while you and your husband get dressed and ready for what will likely be a long night of socializing and entertaining.

As you’re doing your makeup and getting ready for the party, you notice Wakatoshi staring at himself in the mirror, shirtless. His brows are furrowed, a deep frown on his face as he scrutinizes his reflection. He pinches his belly with both hands, scowling at the softness that used to be hard muscle. Tracing a finger along the stretch marks on his stomach and arms, he sighs heavily.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” you ask from the bathroom.

Your husband walks over to lean against the wall behind you, his unreadable expression reflected in the bathroom mirror. He hesitates before answering, “I’ve let myself go.”

You set your mascara down on the counter and spin around to face him. “Wakatoshi, what in the world are you talking about?”

“I just said what. I heard a couple of my players say that I’m not as strong or as fast as I was when I was a professional.”

You loosely wrap your arms around his torso, squeezing gently. “Of course you’re not what you used to be, Toshi.” At the sight of his deepening frown you quickly add, “You’re so busy being a father, husband, and coach you don’t have the time to work out like you used to.” Getting on your tippy toes, you press a kiss to his nose, “And that’s okay.” It’s a rare occasion that he looks this vulnerable. His anxiety and self-consciousness are so clearly written in his features and it makes your heart ache for him.

“It doesn’t bother you that I don’t look like that anymore?” he asks, pointing at the framed photo of his first win with the Japan National Team that hangs on the wall.

“Why would it bother me? This is the body races my son across our backyard, helps me fix our home we bought together, and makes love to me every night. I love you just as much as I did back then, and even more now that we have Hide,” you reassure him and you mean every word of it. Sure he’s not the most romantic of husbands, but he’s your husband and you love him just the way he is, with or without muscles.

A smile tugs at the corners of his lips and he squeezes you even tighter to him. “I know I probably don’t say this as much as I should, but I love you.”

You pepper kisses all over his eyelids, lips and nose. “And I love you more than anything, Wakatoshi. More than you will ever know.”

Your hands lovingly caress his chest that’s softer now, but still sturdy and muscular, and his arms that are not as lean anymore, but are still just as powerful and capable. “For the record, I love how soft you are these days. It’s great cushioning for when we cuddle.”

“Hidetoshi says the same thing,” he recalls, smiling at the thought of your beloved son.

After giving him a knowing look, you go back to putting on your makeup. “See? I told you. That boy is just as smart as his mother.”

It’s nearing five o’clock so Wakatoshi goes to the backyard to start grilling the food for everyone, while you and Hide finish plating the fruits and vegetables you prepared earlier.

You work in comfortable silence until your son turns to you, his eyes shining with unanswered questions. “Hey Mama?”

Putting down the strawberry you were holding, you sit down on the stool next to him and hold his hands in yours. “What’s on your mind, sweetie?”

“Do you not want me to be a volleyball player like Daddy? Is that why you got mad when I told you he showed me the videos?”

You almost break your neck with how fast you shake your head in denial. “Of course not! I wasn’t mad, it’s just…” you start, trying to find a way to phrase your thoughts that he’ll understand. “Daddy’s job was very hard. His body still hurts a lot from all the times he got injured when he played volleyball. And… his job took him away from me and I missed him a whole lot.”

The look on his face is so reminiscent of his father, it’s like young Wakatoshi was frozen in time and plopped into the chair right next to you. With the way his eyebrows are scrunched up and his mouth is downturned as he thinks, he really is the spitting image of your husband. “Did it make you sad?”

Taking a deep breath, you hold your arms out to him so he can climb into your lap. “Sometimes it did. Mostly at night when I was all alone and Daddy was really far away.”

He rests his head against your shoulder, looking up at you. “Do you wish Daddy had a different job?”

You look out the window at your husband who’s starting up the grill, then look back at the sweet, round face of your boy. “No, I don’t. Daddy’s job was really important to him and it made him so happy that I grew to love it too, even if it made me sad sometimes.”

He sits up in your lap, thinking hard about what you said as he plays with your necklace. “Does Daddy still wish he could do it?”

“Probably, but it’s okay. If he hadn’t stopped, we wouldn’t have you, and you make our lives so much brighter and happier. Your Daddy and I love you so much, you couldn’t even imagine it.”

He spreads his arms out as far as he can. “This much?”

You shake your head. “Nope. Even more.”

“Wow, that’s a lot.” Hide’s eyes are wide with surprise, mouth slightly agape as he tries to imagine something so large and vast.

Laughing, you press a kiss to his head. “It sure is a lot, baby. Now why don’t we finish putting out all the food so we can go see what Daddy’s doing?”

Your son leaps out of your lap to grab handfuls of grapes and blueberries from the cartons on the counter, dropping them into the divided sections of the serving platter. “Aren’t you going to help me, Mama?”

You give him a look of mock offense before standing ramrod straight, giving him a mock salute. “As you command, Commander Ushijima.”

You carry both trays of food out to the backyard, not trusting Hide’s ability to hold them upright, while he carries a volleyball in his arms. Wakatoshi turns at the sound of footsteps, a small smile on his face as your son drops the volleyball, barreling straight into his legs with a force that makes the man grunt.

Hide looks up at his father, both arms wrapped around his legs. “Whatcha doing Daddy?” he asks.

Your husband reaches a hand down to ruffle his hair, a slight look of pain in his eyes from the boy slamming into his shins. “I’m just getting ready to start cooking the food for tonight. Do you want to help me?” He bends down to pick him up and Hide quickly hops into his arms, well practiced and effortless with how strong your husband is. The man points to different parts of the grill, explaining what they do, taking care to keep the boy far away from the flames.

Setting the plates down on the table, you inform Wakatoshi, “Hajime and Tooru should be here soon, so should Tobio and Eita. Satori called and said he might be late, something about his luggage getting lost.” At that moment the doorbell rings, signaling your first guests are here. “I’ll get it. You two stay here and get the food on the grill.”

You open the front door, greeted with the familiar faces of Hajime and Tooru. “It’s so nice to see you two! Come on inside, don’t be shy,” stepping aside, you hold your arm out to welcome them into your home.

“Mrs. Ushijima you get more and more beautiful each time I see you,” Tooru teases as you snicker in response.

“I see marriage hasn’t changed you at all, has it?” you question, more so directed at Hajime.

“I tell him people are going to get the wrong idea,” the shorter man replies, sounding exasperated.

You usher them towards the backyard before picking up various soda and beer cans. “Wakatoshi and Hide are both in the back. You two go ahead and keep them company while I bring these out.”

It takes a few trips before you join them in the backyard, handing each adult a can and a juice pouch to Hide, who’s sitting at the picnic table with Tooru while Hajime chats with your husband.

“How old are you now, little man?” the brunette asks.

Hide holds up five fingers plus his thumb as he swings his legs back and forth. “I’m six! I just started kindergarten.”

They both wave at you as you join them, sitting on the other side of the table. Tooru leans in towards you, a hand cupped around his mouth, and you tilt your ear towards him. “He’s so… polite and well-mannered. Are you sure Ushiwaka is the father?” he whispers, narrowing his eyes.

You lightly smack his head, glaring daggers in his direction. “Yes, obviously. Look at them, they’re basically twins.” Tooru looks at the boy sitting next to him then at your husband standing at the grill, then back to your son, then back to your husband. Hand on his chin, he takes in their matching olive eyes and hair and similar expressions, nodding seriously.

“I was just making sure.”

The doorbell rings a couple more times, Tobio and Eita arriving one right after the other. With almost all of your guests present, everyone is drinking and catching up, some casually passing a volleyball back and forth with Hide.

You’re in the middle of telling Tobio that Hidetoshi is too young to be thinking about his future career when the doorbell rings once more, indicating the last of your guests has arrived. You rush inside to get it, not bothering to check who’s there because you already know who it is. Swinging the door open, you pull the man into a tight hug.

“Satori! We’re so glad you made it,” you exclaim, giving his back a few hard slaps.

The redhead pulls away from you, smiling. “I’m so glad I was able to make it in time. The airport lost my luggage, then my parents forgot to leave me a key to their house so I had to wait until a neighbor could let me in. To make matters worse, I got stopped by security when I landed because of this,” he says, holding up a white box with a bow around it.

You quickly grab the box, shaking it to try to hear what’s inside and sniffing it for good measure. “Ooh la la, did you bring us some fancy French chocolates?” you ask. “Actually, don’t tell me, Hide will want to open it.” You hand the box back to him and gesture him to follow you, “Everyone’s in the back so just follow me.”

With Satori in tow, you step onto the back porch and call your son’s name. He hands the ball to Eita before running over, eyes lighting up when he sees the man standing next to you.

“Uncle Tori!” he shouts, launching himself into Satori’s arms.

“Hey there Little Toshi, how you been? Keeping your dad out of trouble?” he asks, hugging the boy tightly.

“I think so! Well… we burnt some eggs this morning and the smoke machines started beeping, but that doesn’t count, right?”

The red-haired man waves his hand dismissively. “Of course it doesn’t. Any crimes committed in the name of breakfast are excused,” he insists. Pulling the box out from behind his back, he offers it to Hide. “I brought you something all the way from France, do you know where France is?”

Hide takes the present from him, “Yeah, it’s in Europe! Daddy showed it to me on a map.” He struggles a bit with the bow before he decides to just rip it off, lifting up the lid.

Satori points to the various chocolates laid on top of wax paper. “This one is filled with something called ‘ganache,’ which is basically just more chocolate, but it’s liquidy. That one over there has caramel, and the one right next to it is a bonbon filled with strawberry jelly. I picked all the best ones just for you.”

The boy smiles, eyes wandering over the chocolates like they’re bars of gold. “Thank you Uncle Tori! I bet they’re really yummy.”

He pats Hide on the head. “I hope you enjoy them lots. Now I gotta go say hi to your daddy, where is he?” Your son points to where Wakatoshi is standing at the grill, a spatula in one hand and a beer in the other as he chats with Tobio. “Thanks Little Toshi,” he says, ruffling his hair.

Satori walks over to your husband, pulling him into a crushing bear hug before he can say anything. “Wakatoshi, it’s been too long! I sure get lonely all the way in France, have you guys ever thought about moving?”

Wakatoshi freezes for a moment before giving in, hugging the man back, though slightly stiff in his movements. “We will not be moving to France. Hidetoshi will be raised here in Japan.”

The redhead releases him, sensing his discomfort. “Well, it was worth a shot. How’s your retirement? You miss being a pro?”

“I do miss it sometimes, but it was necessary to let a better, younger player take my place. I wouldn’t trade a few more years on the court for the life I have now with my wife and my son.”

Satori lets out a loud whistle. “I never thought I would hear the day that Wakatoshi Ushijima would say he cares about anything more than volleyball.”

“Volleyball was my entire life before, but they’re my entire world.”

The shorter man just smiles, silent for a moment before pointing to the apron your husband is wearing. “I didn’t think you’d actually wear that thing, Wakatoshi!” The apron black with bright red lettering that says ‘Wakatoshi: Grill Master,’ with a drawing of a flaming steak next to it.

“It keeps my clothes clean. Why wouldn’t I wear it?” he asks, genuinely curious. The redhead just laughs and shakes his head, patting him on the shoulder.

Your husband finishes grilling the food, much to the excitement and relief of the many hungry men who have been circling him like a hawk. Everyone takes from the piles of meat and vegetables, noticeably happier now that their stomachs are full. You’re all sitting around the picnic table, laughing and enjoying each other’s company.

Hajime recalls a story from when he first signed on as the athletic trainer for the national team. Wakatoshi had approached him after practice, saying he had a serious issue that he wanted someone to take a look at. Concerned for his player’s wellbeing, naturally he took him into the locker room and Wakatoshi took off his shirt. At first, he thought he might’ve stretched one of his ligaments too far or had even torn his rotator cuff muscle. Imagine his surprise when Wakatoshi pointed to an ingrown hair on his back, saying it was inflamed and causing him pain. It was then that Hajime had to explain that he’s not that type of medical professional, and that he should make an appointment with a dermatologist.

The sun starts to set, but with the fun everyone is having they barely notice. The night begins to wind down once Hide yawns, rubbing his eyes tiredly, and it sets off a chain reaction of yawning that reaches every person at the table. Your son starts tugging on your sleeve, informing you he’d like to go to bed. Not wanting to leave him alone in the house and taking note of the exhaustion on everyone’s faces, you politely suggest to end the night early. A chorus of heads bob, indicating their desire to head home and sleep.

All three of you hug and kiss everyone goodbye, waving to them as they drive away. You sigh from exhaustion and head inside to put Hide in bed. You and your husband hold each of his hands and take him to his room, pulling back his covers so he can climb in.

He yawns again and closes his eyes, settling into his bed. “Night night Mama, Daddy. I love you.”

You stroke his cheek lovingly before placing a kiss on his forehead. “Goodnight sweetie, I love you too.”

Your husband comes up from behind you to kiss Hide as well. “Sleep well, Hidetoshi. I love you.”

With your son asleep in his own bed, all you have to do is take off your makeup and brush your teeth before you too can sleep.

You’re in the middle of washing your face when Wakatoshi comes into the bathroom to brush his teeth.

“I enjoyed tonight, I hope you did too,” he says.

You turn around to look at him and smile. “I did, it was amazing to see everyone in one place. It’s been years since we were all able to see each other.” After you finish washing your face, you stretch and yawn loudly, telling your husband, “I’m getting in bed now, join me when you’re done.”

Climbing under the sheets, you nestle yourself into the softness of your bed. You nearly doze off right then, but the shifting of the bed under Wakatoshi’s weight keeps you awake just a bit longer.

He slides in behind you so he can spoon you, an arm slung over your waist.

“Goodnight Toshi, I love you.”

“Goodnight, I love you too.”

Before he falls asleep, Wakatoshi thinks of all the things in his life that led him here, to you, his wonderful wife, and his precious son.

Leaving professional volleyball was one of the hardest decisions he’s ever had to make in his thirty-seven years of living, but the end of that chapter of his life gave him Hidetoshi.

He knows that every moment of uncertainty, suffering, and hardship was worth it because it ultimately led him to you and your son, to this life you’ve built together.

He’d do it all over again a thousand times over if it meant that your beautiful, shining face would be there to greet him in the end.

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