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daisykihannie · 3 months

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Heyo!! I was wondering if you could write a smut with Felix and a FtM reader? Just your typical vanilla smut I don’t see this man doing anything else /imo . (Idol AU)

Let Fate Decide (L.FX)

pairing: idol!Felix x ftm!reader

warning: porn with too much plot, vanilla, soft, sweet, making love not fucking, NSFW

A/N: I'm sorry it took me a few days to write! I'm also sorry there's so much plot! I had an idea of how to have you and an idol meet and it turned out so much longer to explain than intended but I hope you enjoy anyways!

Today was Thursday, the day you and your best friend were leaving for California. The both of you being huge Stays and you both were not only able to get floor seats to their concert but you were also able to get tickets for the fan meet. The concert was on Saturday and the fan meet was on Sunday. You both wanted to stay in California for a bit to explore the sights so you'll get there today and won't come home to your shitty little home town until Monday.

"Omg y/n! I can't believe this is actually happening!" your friend exclaimed while skipping around your shared apartment packing. unable to contain their excitement. "did you really just say o-m-g??" you teased, laughing at your best friends antics.

"Shut up y/nnie! I'm gonna die of excitement so my brain isn't working!" they pouted and you couldn't help but to laugh. "When has your brain ever worked though?" you asked while folding a shirt to put in your suit case.

Suddenly your best friend jumped on your back while you leaned over to put the shirt in the luggage that was spread open on your couch. You stumbled a little out of surprise but we're able to stay balanced and standing, bursting into a fit of laughter as the koala clinging to your figure.

"Get off me so I can pack dummy." you said, moving your arms to hold their shins that wrapped around your front so they didn't fall and get hurt. "Nope! you hurt my feelings so this is your punishment!" they said, snorting while holding in their own laughter. "Alex, come on-" you said while wrapping your arms behind your back to reach their very ticklish sides and began to tickle them, causing them to squirm and lose their grip on you, falling to the floor on their back.

You took the opportunity to tackle them on the ground and keep tickling them, they were thrashing and kicking trying to get away but failing none the less. After a bit of torturing Alex, you both were laughing so hard that you had to catch your breath. Them still laying on their back, their knees bent and you sitting on your knees, leaned onto the heels of your feet. After a bit longer packing, you were somehow successful in packing everything in the car and were ready to drive the 12 hours to Los Angeles.

It was now 7pm and you just got up to your shared hotel room with your best friend. Luckily you each had separate beds and we're able to afford the room with a small kitchen, a lounge/living area, and two separate rooms conjoined by a bathroom. It was a really nice hotel room. Honestly quite a bit nicer than your apartment but oh well, this is LA, that's to be expected.

"Let's order dinner. What do you want?" you asked Alex, both of you still laying on your back, stretched out on your bed in the hotel. Neither of you moving to grab your phones to order. "Hmmmm fried chicken and beer?" Alex suggested. "Sounds good." you said, neither of you moving still.

after a few minutes of neither of you ordering Alex spoke up "Who's ordering?" "uhhhhhh" you responded, groaning and sitting up to grab your phone, opening Doordash to place the order. "okay. it'll be here in 30 minutes. I'm gonna go shower." you said, standing up and opening your luggage to grab a baggy black tee-shirt and a pair of boxers before heading to the bathroom and setting the water.

The shower helped relax your cramped muscles from driving for 12 hours. Alex was your permanent passenger prince/princess since they didn't have a license but normally you don't mind since you enjoy driving but 12 hours straight? that's a different story.

After your shower you walked out, wrapped in a towel, not bothering to cover your chest even though you haven't had too much surgery yet, it's still a man's chest and Alex has been your platonic soulmate since you were little. You've both seen each other naked and there's nothing to it. Shit, you both knew things about each other that should've just never been said but, that's how close you two were.

Alex was sitting on the couch in the lounge area, while you got dressed. They say on their phone with the chicken and beer on the small coffee table, waiting for you to start eating. You grabbed the remote from the entertainment center and sat next to Alex, your presence making them put up their phone and open a can of beer for the both of you while you searched Netflix for something to watch.

Both of you decided to start a new Anime. One called Blue Period that looked good and you both had seen people talking about on tiktok a couple times. "Ooh! let's take a photo for Instagram!" Alex said holding up their phone side ways, both of you posing, making sure your chicken, beer, and the hotel could be seen from the shot. "let's take one for my instagram." you said, both of you repeating the same process but you took the picture this time. You both posted and focused on the TV.

It was now Friday afternoon. You and Alex were walking around the outdoor mall to find your concert and fan meet outfits. You decided to find a Felix inspired outfit since he is your bias and Alex was gonna do a Han inspired outfit, him being their bias.

You two were laughing and eating two giant pretzels you'd gotten from Auntie Anne's when you bumped into someone, closing your eyes to brace for the pain about to hit your butt, but you never hit the floor. Opening your eyes you see a man with a black baseball cap, a black face mask, and the prettiest brown eyes you've ever seen.

"I'm so sorry. are you okay?" he asked in a thick Australian accent that made butterflies explode in your stomach. "I'm doing so much better now that I'm in the arms of such a beautiful man." You flirted to hide your embarrassment, you're a natural flirt and he was pretty. What were you supposed to do? NOT flirt with him?

The man helped you back to your feet, the tips of his ears turning slightly pink. "Well um, thank you. I'm glad your okay." he said and looked at his feet shyly.

so fucking adorable omg I could just eat him-

That's when he noticed your pretzel was on the ground. "Oh shoot- your pretzel. Here, let me buy you a new one." he said grabbing your wrist and dragging you just a few feet away but to the Auntie Anne's stand. "You don't have to Hun. It was only like $10." you said trying to reassure him that he didn't need to spend his money on you.

"it's the least I can do after running into you and making you drop your pretzel. You didn't even get a chance to take a bite of it yet." the masked man said, not taking no for an answer. You let out a giggle at how adorable he was being "You know you're really cute. You should give me your number." you said while he paid the worker and handed you the brand new pretzel.

He laughed at your statement. "I wish I could but really, I can't do that." he said regretfully. This man was having a really fun time with you but there's no way he could give out his number. "Awe~ do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend already? or maybe you're not into guys?" you asked in a teasing tone and a pout on your lips.

"No no no- it's nothing like that. it's just-" the man was cut off by your response. "Oh~ so you are into guys?" you couldn't help the urge to tease him. He was too adorable when he got flustered even though you could only see half his face, his ears turned a bright pink again at your teasing.

"I didn't say that!" he said, flustered. "So you're straight?" you asked with another pout and puppy dog eyes, causing the Australian to look away. "No- okay I'm Bi. happy?" he asked, still avoiding your eyes in embarrassment.

"I'd be happy if the pretty man that just told me he is in fact into guys, gave me his number." you said continuing your teasing. "Look- how about this. I'll make you a deal." the male started. You gave him puppy dog eyes, tilting your head to show you were listening.

"I'm only in LA for a couple days. If we somehow meet again while I'm here, then I'll give you my number. It's like a test of fate. If we are meant to talk more, then fate will bring us back together." he said and you couldn't help but smile. "Deal." you said holding out your hand for him to shake. His small hands clasp around your large ones in a firm hand shake. "Your hands are adorable by the way." you said and walked away, back to Alex who was waiting for you, scrolling through their phone, seeing you the two of you went back to shopping while you kept thinking about the male you'd just met.

You both finished shopping and went back to the hotel and did a mini fashion show for each other to decide what you'd wear tomorrow to the concert. The concert is tomorrow and you were about to jump out of your own skin with excitement. You two have been Stays since the pre-debut survival show and this is the first concert you'd been able to actually go to.

After deciding on your outfits, you both got dressed and decided to go out for dinner. It was a nice restaurant and the two of you were seated on the balcony, surrounded by fairy lights. You both decided to capture the moment taking a few photos together again, sipping on the wine you'd ordered and talking about what the setlist might be.

The nightlife in LA was gorgeous. So many pretty sights, people all around, etc. You two were walking on the Santa Monica peer after eating your dinner, slightly tipsy, just enjoying the cool breeze on your faces, blowing through your hair. You couldn't wait for tomorrow.

Today's the day of the concert and to say you were about to pee your pants was an understatement. You were excited, anxious, scared, nervous, giddy, etc. You were wearing your Felix inspired outfit based off what he wore in the Party's not over MV. Alex was wearing Han's outfit from the same music video. You were matching while representing your biases, the sunshine twins.

You guys were standing in line outside the venue, tickets pulled up from your emails. This was gonna be the longest 30 minutes ever. Just 30 minutes till you get to see your boys in person, live, sweating, performing, singing, rapping, everything you waited years to see what's finally happening in just 25 minutes.

You and Alex found your seats, barricade seats almost completely in the middle. You were so close you could reach out and touch the stage. Suddenly the lights dimmed and the concert was starting.

Your eyes were locked on Felix almost all night. You two making eye contact a few times. Him throwing flying kisses at you as well. It all still felt like a dream. It came to the fan service part and Felix sat at the edge of the stage in front of you and Alex. For some reason Felix felt drawn to you. There was some sort of connection there that he couldn't explain.

When he sat down and complimented you and Alex's outfits, recognizing them, your eyes met and it hit him why there was a connection. The mall. You were the flirty guy who he told to let fate decide if you should get his number. He recognized you but you seemed to star struck to piece it together.

Han joined Felix when he saw him and complimented Alex on their outfit noticing it was his outfit from the MV to Party's not over. They called the other members over to see and they all got really excited and told you two that next time you should dress as the other members. They jokingly argued about who before separating and going to the other fans.

Felix couldn't stop staring at you for the rest of the concert. Wondering if you figured it out. Finally at the end of the concert and the boys were leaving the stage it clicked. "Holy shit!" you screamed at Alex, both of you still unable to hear well from the loud music.

You both picked up McDonald's on the way back to the hotel. When you both got undressed, took showers, and sat down to watch anime and eat the McDonald's, you decided to explain the situation to Alex.

"no shit! no fucking way! how can you tell? the guy at the mall's face was almost completely covered." Alex said in shock. "I know that but the eyes are the same, the deep Australian voice, the way he walks, the size of his hands, the ring on his index finger, all of it is identical! I swear it was him and I think he recognized me too! did you see how he kept staring at me like I was the idol?" you were slightly raising your voice out of shock from the realization.

Fate brought you two back together and tomorrow is the fan sign where it'll be your third meeting. He can't fight fate on this. But how TF is he going to react? He promised to give you his number but he's an idol. there's no way he'll actually be able to give it to you. You now understand why he couldn't give it to you at the mall.

Today's the fan meet. You decided to wear Felix's outfit from the maxident trailer today for the fan meet. You were honestly so antsy after your discovery that you couldn't stay still. Your mind was going a million miles a minute. You gotta keep your composure. Be your flirty self. Don't show him that you were about to cry bc you had flirted with Felix, an internationally famous idol, no.

You and Alex were moving further up the line until Alex was next. From left to right it was oldest to youngest. Chan being the first one you'd meet and Jeongin being the last. You were shaking just a little bit. Antsy and excited as you watched everyone make their way down the line, holding hands and interacting with the boys.

"Next!" You heard the manager yell and jumped slightly. It was your turn now. You walked up the steps of the platform to where Chan sat, sitting in front of him and intertwining your hands like you two had done this a million times before.

"And what's your name handsome?" Chan asked you and you remembered one of his messages on bubble. "Didn't you say my name was Mrs. Bang? I think Mr. Bang fits me better tho don't you think?" you said leaning forward with your normal flirty behavior, taking Chan off guard before he laughed. "I did say that didn't I?" he asked with a chuckle. "So it's Y/N Bang." you responded and he wrote a cute little message next to his signature for you.

You continued flirting with each member down the line and now you were sat in front of your mystery man. You two locking eyes and a smirk grew on your lips when his eyes went wide seeing you yet again. "Hmmmm it seems fate has caused us to meet three times now. I think you owe me something now." you said leaning forward, elbows on the table and your chin resting on your hands.

"Y/N... now you know why I can't give you my number. But..." He paused looking around to make sure no one was looking and flipped to the back of your album before writing something. "a deal is a deal and I'm a man of my word." he said, unable to resist the pull you had on him.

He handed the album next to him to Seungmin since you'd be meeting him next. "I don't know why I'm doing this but there's just something about you that-" he was cut off when you leaned even closer to him. "what? makes you wanna ruin me? makes you wanna hear what I sound like when you have me in bed?" you whispered teasing him and moving your feet up his shin teasing him. "Fuck..." he mumbled in response as the images flooded his head.

Your time was up and as you stood, you walked shaking your hips a bit at Felix knowing he was watching you and his eyes finding their way to your ass. He bit his lips as he felt a bit restricted in his pants. Thank God for the table and table cloth that hit the floor.

After going all the way through, you told Alex that you needed to run to the restroom really quick. There were only a few people after you so, Felix should be able to check his phone soon. Your timing had to be perfect. You went into the men's restroom and checked that all the stalls were empty. You pulled out your phone taking a mirror pic of yourself. Your shirt pulled up, the hem of it between your teeth showing your abs a bit, hooking your thumb into the waistband of your pants to pull them down, exposing your V-line and just a little bit of stubble underneath.

After taking the lewd pic, you typed in the number written in the back of your album and sent it to Felix. You put yourself back together, washing your hands and your phone chimed. A message from Felix already.

"You- I know where that bathroom is. don't go anywhere." was all the message said. You love the chase but you were too intrigued to not listen. Soon after Felix walked into the bathroom to see you sitting on the sink counter waiting for him.

"God- I don't understand what the fuck your doing to me BUT- I can't help myself. Can I touch you?" he asked and fuck, being asked for consent has never been more sexy than when Felix did it.

"I'd be pretty upset if you didn't to be honest." you said as you stepped between your legs, placing his hands on your jaw and pulling you in for a kiss. It was soft and sweet with a bit of heat in it. like Felix was fighting everything inside him to take you on that counter. It was so hot feeling him fighting his own self control all because of you.

You and Felix couldn't keep your hands or mouths off each other as you walked into his hotel room, both of your clothes flying everywhere. Soft moans and pants leaving your mouth as his lips were attached to your neck, walking you backwards and onto his bed. You finished taking off your pants and boxers to expose your soaked cunt. He removed his pants to free his rock hard cock.

The tip was red and angry, leaking pre-cum as he paused at the sight in front of him. You were on your back, legs spread, propped up on your elbows, staring up at him through your eyelashes. Lust and Need displayed onto your face. "Like what you see?" you asked him as he licked his lips at the sight. Your dick glistening while your hole was clenching around nothing.

"Fuck- you're so fucking pretty." he growled, climbing back on top of you, his cock rubbing against yours, a groan erupting from your throat as you threw you head back. He took the opportunity to continue sucking on your neck. Your hands tangled into his hair as you began rolling your hips to rub your dicks together.

A low growl escaped from his chest at the friction. "you're so fucking wet. god-" he groaned as he moved his hand between your bodies, using your arousal to lube his index and middle finger, rubbing them between your folds. "Can I fuck you with my fingers pretty boy?" he asked and there it was again. Consent was sexy.

"Please lix" you purred at the man as he pushed his fingers inside of you, curling them to hit your sweet spot. A loud, almost pornographic, moan falling from your lips, the hand in his hair tightening a bit at the feeling. "You're so fucking tight. you feel so fucking good on my fingers." he praised against your chest, leaving kisses and hickeys along the soft skin.

He fucked you on his fingers for a bit before he pulled them out of you, locking eyes with yours while you were panting from how he was working his magic. He stuck out his tongue, pushing the coated fingers into his mouth and moaning around them. "You taste sweeter than I thought." he said before kissing you again, the same softness and need in it as before. You could taste yourself on his tongue, making you moan into his mouth.

"L-lix please... I need you." you panted against his mouth when you two separated for air. This time he didn't need to ask for consent. He reached into the pocket of his jeans that were in a pile on the floor, pulling out a condom (always stay prepared). You took it from his hands and scooted up on the bed so your head was rested on the pillows, maintaining eye contact while opening the package with your teeth.

He took the chance to follow you up the bed, kneeling between your spread legs, cock twitching and leaking in need. After taking the condom out of the package you rolled it down his length teasing him a bit and stroking your hand up and down a few times before lining him up with your entrance and letting him push into you.

He pushed in slowly with a groan, feeling you wrap around him. "Fuck you feel so fucking good. so tight." he said and stopping once he bottomed out inside you to let you adjust. He noticed your tight grip on the sheets as he took your hand into his and kissed your knuckles, soothing you the best he could.

After a few moments of Felix staying still and peppering your hands, arms, neck, and face with kisses, you finally adjusted to his size. "You- you can move now." you said letting out airy breaths, making eye contact with the blonde above you with a small smile of reassurance that you were okay.

He attached your lips together in a slow, passionate, kiss before slowly pulling out and pushing in again. He kept the pace slow and soft, feeling every inch of you wrapping around his length. He was letting out deep and airy moans against your lips while intertwining his fingers into yours and handing your hands, pinning them to the bed next to you head in a romantic way.

You two were in such sync that it was a little scary. Every touch on your body felt like sparks to fuel the fire forming in the pit of your stomach as he took his time with you. It was unlike any other time you've had sex. You were used to rough and fast paced sex. Bordering on hate-fucking but this was miles apart from that.

Felix put so much passion and care into every movement and touch. It was soft, slow, and sensual and in no way boring as most people would think vanilla sex would be like. Every single nerve ending was heightened and it made you feel high. The way he praised you, kissed you, made you feel good, and the way he took care of your body and mind every single step of the way.

You were feeling a familiar knot forming in your stomach as Felix's pace and thrusts became a bit sloppier than before and you could feel him twitching inside of you. You were both getting close. "F-felix... I'm- I'm cl- close." you whimpered out, kissing him again, a bit sloppier and needier before but none of the passion and care from before was missing.

"Me too baby- fuck. Please, cum for me." He moaned, almost begging. Hearing his deep voice, raspy and begging you to cum on his cock was all it took to have your body tumbling over the edge of the cliff into one of the strongest orgasms you've ever experienced. You were moaning loudly, tears began to fall from your eyes as the pure ecstasy ripped through your body.

Felix chased his own high as you tightened around him when you came, pushing him over the edge. His deep moans creating a perfect harmony with your own moans. His left chaste kisses down your body as he pulled out, falling to the side as you both panted heavily. Stars were still filling your vision.

Felix was playing with your hands, his head on your chest and one leg rested over your thighs. Both of you hit with exhaustion and just enjoying each other's company. "Here in a bit, let me run you a bath and get you cleaned up yeah?" he said while using his hand to push the hair clinging to your forehead out of your face, smiling at you when your eyes met again. You nodded softly with a smile of your own "that sounds great." you replied and kissed his forehead softly.

~Back at the Hotel~

"God! I can't believe they just fucking left me there!" Alex was pacing in the hotel room after having taken an Uber back since again, they can't drive. Leaving your car at the venue.

They'd already texted you a million and one times, leaving thousands of missed calls. They called you again, leaving yet another voicemail. "[Your first, middle, and last name] I swear to fuck that dick you're getting better be worth leaving me at the venue! You better get home in the next 30 minutes or I'm using your credit card to treat myself as an apology!"

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nogenderbee · 7 months

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Hi! I don't know if you still do fluff alphabet, but if you still can you please write C, J, K, and W for reo, bachira, and chigiri??🥺

Hello! Of course! Sorry if it's a bit ooc (I had too long break form writing and Blue Lock I think-)... But I still hope it's alright and that you'll somehow like it!

Bachira, Chigiri, Reo C, J, K, W fluff alphabet

TagList: @miya-akane

⊱ Cuddles ═ How does their cuddles feel? How often they initiate them? And how long do they like to cuddle?

Bachira is actually pretty clingy! He initiates simple hugs almost all the time so cuddles happen at least once per day among you two.

Despite that, he usually leaves cuddles when you two are alone or in less crowded place. But if you happen to be a bit grumpy, he'll cling onto your side as if his life depends on it.

His cuddles are never short too... he always stays cuddled into you for at least two hours! And if you two cuddle evening or later, be prepared that he may not let go of you at all.

"One more minute! It's not like it's gonna kill you... surely you can cuddle your boyfriend for a bit longer!"

⊱ Jealousy ═ What makes them jealous? How easy it is to make them jealous? And how do they act?

Bachira gets jealous surprisingly easily. It's enough for some boy to compliment you and he's already having second thoughts...

But he doesn't really show his concerns by being aggressive, sad or so. First change in his behavior is him trying to get your attention more often than usually. He'll use smallest excuse just to get your attention off someone who's trying to hit on you and moce it onto him.

If that doesn't work, he might just wrap his arms around your waist or neck and hold you so close you may not even be able to breath at some point...

"Y/N! Catch! Oh c'mon! I know your reaction is faster! Let's move on, so I can finally show you those tricks I promised."

⊱ Kisses ═ How does their kisses feel like? How often do they initiate them?

Bachira kisses are always messy but full of love at the same time. He's usually quick with kissing you, trying to catch you by surprise.

He initiates them rather often but like mentioned above, he likes to choose most unexpected moments to see your surprised expression!

But he has his loving kisses as well! They usually happen when he's tired or when you two are just snuggled into each other. Then he'll place soft yet a bit quick kiss on your lips. Those type of kisses are extremely rare with him but that what makes them special! And you always know that he does it to show you how much he loves you.

"Look at you! It's so cute how surprised you get, even after so much time!"

⊱ Wedding ═ How do they want their wedding to look like?

Bachira's explanation for approaching this topic is that 'his monster was thinking...' or so. But he only mentions it when you ask when it came from, he'll actually be really blunt about it.

But besides that, as unique as he can be sometimes, he'd like for his wedding to be classic! Most likely he'd prefer for it to be somewhere outside tho... But he'll make sure to add some interesting games to make this wedding a bit more memorable for not only you but also the guests there!

"And then... we can play classic game of chairs, but the looser gets splashes with water! Think how memorable it'd be!"

⊱ Cuddles ═ How does their cuddles feel? How often they initiate them? And how long do they like to cuddle?

Chigiri doesn't initiate cuddles often but when he does, they're always happening in private. They're like his way of telling you to take a break and that he's there to help you with whatever you're carrying on your shoulders currently.

He usually let's you have your head on his chest or shoulder, depending on your height difference, as he rubs your back in comforting circles. His point is for you to take a break and relax yourself. But if you happen to fall asleep on him, he won't complain! It's a cute act and you're taking a break anyway.

He doesn't really have comfortable time... sometimes your cuddles last 10 minutes and sometimes they last even more than 6 hours. It mostly depends if you fall asleep or not but also on the time you lastly cuddled and how needy he feels that day. If you don't fall asleep, it usually doesn't get above half an hour.

"Here, rest your head on my shoulder. I promise to keep you safe so just take the rest you deserve, please."

⊱ Jealousy ═ What makes them jealous? How easy it is to make them jealous? And how do they act?

Chigiri doesn't show how easily bothered he gets. He's being caucious when a boy comes up to you to ask for directions but won't show it and will smile whenever you look at him.

But he won't accept when someone is clearly hitting on you in front of him. He'll do his best to stop the chat as soon as possible and get you away from whoever came up to you. But he won't use excuse or anything like that, he just says it's time to leave.

After that situation, he usually goes back to his usual self but he may try to hold your hand a bit more often for an hour or so.

"Let's go, love. I think it's time for us to move on finally."

⊱ Kisses ═ How does their kisses feel like? How often do they initiate them?

Chigiri's kisses are a bit similiar to his cuddles, both are affectionate and special. These are also happening usually in private but there's a chance for him to give tou a small kiss on hand or on cheek if you either were apart for quite some time or if one of you achieved something they're proud of.

But let's focus on kisses in private! He likes to take his time, making them slow and passionate to show how much love for you he has.

He's also the type to hold your chin gently or caress your cheek when you're kissing just to show some additional affection!

"Great job. I promise to make this kiss a bit more proper next time we're in private."

⊱ Wedding ═ How do they want their wedding to look like?

Chigiri would want his wedding to be a classic one, he doesn't really look for any ways to make it unique. He thinks memories can make it unique by themselves and he's absolutely sure it'll happen when he has you on his side.

But if you have some spectacular ideas, he can't really say no to them! He won't force you to have classic wedding at the church, that is his preference but he'll listen to whatever you have in mind and either go with your version or compromise!

"I don't feel the need to make it spectacular. You'll already have all eyes on you when you wear wedding dress or suit, I'm sure of it."

⊱ Cuddles ═ How does their cuddles feel? How often they initiate them? And how long do they like to cuddle?

Reo's cuddles are usually either comfy or really close, depending how the two of you feel. If it's normal day, he'll rest his arms on your back and relax after long day. But if one feels a bit clingy, you most likely don't have free space between each other. You can literally feel warmth of your bodies but it's still really comforting!

Comfy hugs happen at least every day! They occure not only in private but also in public sometimes. Although close hugs are ones that are only shared in private since those are special to him, so they are also more rare. Like said before, it depends of your mood but usually it's at least once or twice a week.

As for how long... his comfort time is around 2-3 hours. If it goes beyond, he might just get a bit tired and he doesn't really want to fall asleep on you. But if it's really short, he'll feel like he didn't got enough of that but won't force you to anything either.

"How about we cuddle? I admit, I was waiting for this for the whole day. It was rather stressful one..."

⊱ Jealousy ═ What makes them jealous? How easy it is to make them jealous? And how do they act?

Surprisingly Reo isn't much of a jealous type. He's more clingy but not actually much jealous. Of course, he can feel like that but he has a lot of trust towards you so you'd have to break it to make him feel so. But that'd require for you to flirt back or return the other persons pickup lines in any way which would not only make him jealous but also break his heart and that's something you wouldn't want... or do you-?

But if you're just oblivious and accidentally returned the flirting, it's other story. He knows you and he knows you didn't meant it but fear of loosing you begins to grow either way.

He's quick to end the conversation with excuse like "you need to go somewhere or you'll be late" and he talks with you about it when you have some more privacy. He won't get mad at you for that but will be more likely a bit down for some time.

"Did you not notice their flirting? They clearly thought you must return their feelings... but... you love me, right?"

⊱ Kisses ═ How does their kisses feel like? How often do they initiate them?

Reo's kisses are always soft, sweet and slow. He always puts all his love he has for you in one kiss which makes them usually be slightly longer than you could expect, but that makes them even more sweet!

As for how often he initiates them... they're often but he has limit per day. He doesn't want to be a bit too much for you but he also wants you to remember he loves you in every time of day. But he'll initiate kisses more often and longer in private rather than in public.

"I want to make sure you won't forget how much I actually love you and care for you."

⊱ Wedding ═ How do they want their wedding to look like?

Reo definitely wants your wedding to be unforgettable and the price doesn't really matter to him. He definitely won't have problems with giving you money for dress or anything, as long as you're happy with your choice! Of course he makes himself look handsome too!

But he'll try going for a mostly white aesthetic with the wedding room. He probably wants to throw a big party but only among family and close friends! But if you want something more calmer and even more bigger... he'll definitely try satisfying both of you!

"I already thought of few friends I could invite... I know we have a lot of time but I'm just really curious to see you in a wedding dress..."

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rileythelonelyalien · 2 years

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Sun x gender neutral!reader

Soon enough the lights had extinguished the darkness, naptime was officially over. Moon had already retreated to his and sun’s shared room hidden within the daycare, now you were just left with sun … and the kids. Almost instantaneously the children who were once so peacefully asleep, now fully replenished of their energy began to laugh and play which was only fueled by sun’s antics. You couldn't help but smile to yourself as you watched sun draw and play with the kids, however you ended up staring for too long as sun had caught you and proceeded to make direct eye contact with you. “Hey there sunshine! Are you feeling left out? You can sit here and draw with me and the kids, right?”. The children all brought their focus to sun as they all agreed to letting you hang out with them. Thus, sun enthusiastically patted the free seat next to him as you made your way over to the table. Glitter glue and crayons were strewn out all over the table with each child seated making their own little masterpieces and having conversations amongst themselves. Sun gently pulled you down to sit beside him, his impatience becoming more evident. His hand unknowingly staying clinging to your arm you awkwardly smile before saying “uhm sun? You’re still holding my arm”. Once sun had realised, he quickly pulled his arm away in fear that he was making you uncomfortable in any sort of way which was of course untrue.

Surprisingly hours seemed to fly by with the children and sun and it wasn't long before you had to return each child to their parents. Once you bid the last child farewell you head back into the daycare with sun patiently waiting for you. Before you had the chance to say anything he pounced onto you, although he knew better than to put all his weight onto you, he wouldn't want to injure you. Cold steel arm wrapped around you as he brought you into a hug “Oh sunshine today was so fun, and you looked like you were having so much fun! If you ever feel left out again, do not be afraid to come to me. I'll make sure you'll have tons of fun!”. At this point if his smile could get any bigger it definitely would.

There was small silence as you tried to organise your thoughts yet they are once again thrown into disarray as you feel sun’s face place gently pressing against your cheek as he makes a kissing noise. Although he is unable to properly kiss you, you knew exactly what he just did. Your face began to burn, your skin feeling hot as it turned into a deeper tone. You look at sun with a quizzical look as you question him “what was that for sun?” your voice coming out as squeaks unable to mask your surprise. He let out a hum “To be honest sunshine I'm not sure it's just what felt right, I'm sorry if I've been out of place”. His hold on you loosened as he began to place your feet back onto the soft floor of the daycare. Without out thought you blurted out “ah no sun you haven't been out of place it was just a surprise is all, I just didn't expect you to like me back-” you stopped yourself ‘oh my god how STUPID am I just confessed to him without meaning too!”. You mentally facepalm yourself as you regret ever opening your mouth.

Barely being able to hold your thoughts together you feel yourself being lifted off the floor once again “do you? Do you really like me?” sun excitedly blurts out as he spins you around in his arms, his sudden outburst making you bashful you respond with “of course I do” Your skin continues to burn. Sun lets out a joyous laugh as he continues to spin “oh sunshine I love you so much I won't ever let you have a bad day” Out of sheer excitement he stops spinning just to pepper your face in kisses. You can’t help but laugh as he showers you in his affection, giving you a full fuzzy feeling in your heart. ‘Oh, how I wish for this moment to last forever’

A/N: heyo sorry that this fic is slightly shorter than my previous one but I'll make sure to make longer ones in the future, my writing skills are not best but I still hope you enjoyed regardless! :D

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grappling-with-my-baki-addiction · 3 years

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✨More Requested Headcanons✨

Howdy!

Sorry this is a smidge late, been busy with work and regular adult stuff. You know;

💖 Boring Crap That Costs me Money 💖

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This request was submitted before my rules post so I still included Baki even though he is in canon a minor, I aged him up to his mid twenties. Let me know if this is problematic for some people, I only want to spread the good vibes and good times with ya'll sweeties!

Let me know your opinions on aging up characters, yay or nay? If anyone has a problem with it, please let me know!

I hope everyone is having a good day/night!

~Cheers

Their reaction to their Fem!S/o becoming drunk; confesses their love for, and then trying to seduce them. Then changing their mind and only wanting to give kisses and snuggle while continuing to confess their love.

Kaoru Hanayama:

He would find it a mix of endearing as well as amusing. More so depending on if his s/o is more shy or outgoing.

The shyer they are, he will tease them while holding them.

More outgoing, he will admire their honesty and boldness to openly talk about their feelings.

He finds it cute that they are teary eyed and confessing their love for him.

When they try to seduce him, kissing his face, caressing his neck, chest, grinding into his lap, he gets serious and a bit hot under the collar.

Hands going up and down their body, lifting their shirt off, and playing with the clasp of their pants…

Until his s/o becomes teary eyed again and goes back to confessing their love and saying they want to cuddle in bed for the rest of the night.

He’d chuckle at the turn of events, carrying his s/o to their shared bed and letting them have their cuddly way with him.

Hemming and haa-ing at his partners musings, stating his own feelings for them by holding them a little tighter, and just enjoying their presence.

“ There are no words elegant enough to describe my feelings for you “

Jack Hanma:

He’d 100% be laughing and enjoying their drunken shenanigans.

Since he's so freaking BeEfY, it takes a lot to get him drunk, so watching his s/o get smashed is always a verified good time.

Be ready to be teased relentlessly the morning after regardless of how bad the hangover is.

He knows they love him through their actions, so them taking the time to confess with their words only feeds his ego.

Though hearing them say it in public strokes his ego in the best way. Expect to be pinned to the nearest wall.

So when their confessions turn to incorrigible flirting, kisses, and steamy touches, he’s 1000% down for it.

He’d pick them up ASAP and move them somewhere more comfortable.

This isn’t the first time his s/o got this shit faced and he knows he has a time limit before they return to their lovesick coo-ing.

He’ll be trying to keep the mood going for as long as he can.

Unless his partner tells/shows him otherwise

We do not stand by boundary stompers in this house, no ma’am

When the mood eventually fizzles out, he’s fine to deal with his pent up vibes on his own time.

Being content with having his inebriated s/o ‘s coo-ing and the cuddles they offer.

Opting to Open a few beers for himself, resolved that he’s missed his window anyways.

if there is no sex tonight why not get shitfaced together?

“ No one drives me crazy like you do, never change. ”

Baki Hanma: (aged up to mid twenties)

Baki would be drunk with them.

Serenading each other with sappy love songs

hugging each other while repeatedly trying to one up each other in affection

“ I love you the most”

“No I love YOU the mostest”

“Well fuck you, I love you the morest”

He’s spent his life fighting and becoming stronger, so he hasn’t spent all that much time, if at all, around alcohol and building a tolerance to it.

Like give this man-child some bread please

So when his s/o tries to bring the sexy, it goes over his head.

He’s oblivious to their advances. All he knows is he needs to tell them he loves them more than they love him.

He’d touch their forehead with his, and just stare at them in a drunken haze,

“ Hey y/n, listen I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise. Just stay with me so I can protect you”

Beware of projectile vomit inbound.

Yujiro Hanma:

The absolute EGO BOOST this man gets

If they were somewhere public he is grinning and laughing like the mad man he is.

He’d be running his hands up and down his s/o back, sides, legs. Just enjoying the feeling of his rough, calloused hands rubbing against their much softer skin.

He’s half listening to them after a while, mostly just enjoying his own buzz and feeling them up.

When he feels them grind against him, his full attention is back on them.

He’ll give them a choice to stop here, if they don’t then they should expect to not walk tomorrow.

“ If you know what's good for you dollface, you'll have some water and call it a night. Unless you want to be my chew toy that is. ”

Kaioh Retsu:

Retsu would be loving the cuddles, and general fawning from his s/o.

Although he is concerned about the amount of alcohol they’ve consumed, he can’t help but find the blush on their cheeks to be adorable and in general just admiring them

Welcome to cuddle town

He’s making sure they are hydrated, giving them snacks, and just doing his best to help minimize the hangover that will be coming in the morning.

When they eventually try to seduce him, he becomes rigid.

He feels like he would be taking advantage of them in this state, so he's going to be doing everything in his power to settle them down.

Though he can't hide the deep blush on his face, no matter how much he wants to.

He’d keep them close to his side, still wanting to take care of them

tracing patterns on their back, and telling them stories from his time at the temple, and his travels.

Eventually he’d lull his drunken s/o to sleep, staring at their relaxed expression and be so content and proud to have them as his own.

“ Let’s stay like this, just a little while longer ”

Katsumi Orochi:

He’d be pretty bashful, as he was out drinking with his s/o, Atsushi Suedo, Kiyosumi Katou, and his Shinshinkai comrades.

Having his s/o clinging to him as they confess their feelings makes him feel a sense of pride.

They choose him, out of all the fighters, the men and women around them, they choose to be with him.

Katou and Suedo would be teasing the hell out of the pair.

Now imagine the awkward silence when y/n becomes a little spicy

Katsumi is red in the face, fumbling his words, unable to form a syllable, let alone a full sentence.

Katou is dying from laughter, cracking jokes, and in general just being Katou.

And Suedo is hiding his face, that's his brother’s partner and he (Suedo) is a respectful gentleman after all!

Ignore the gap in his fingies.

Katsumi would eventually regain enough composure to scoop up his s/o in his arms and go for the door.

He’s determined that now is a good time to call it a night for the two of them.

Whether they were able to sober up a bit during the escape or not, Katsumi would insist on carrying them all the way to their shared home.

They just look so cute in his arms, he might explode at the cuteness.

“ Like hell I’ll ever let you go. Now or ever, you're stuck with me ”

#baki headcanons #baki requests #hanayama #jack hanma #yujiro hanma #retsu kaioh headcanons #retsu kaioh #katsumi orochi #baki hanma #baki headcanon requests #kaoru hanayama headcanons #kaoru hanayama

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myafterlifeisbetterthenyours · 3 years

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OBSESSIVE STOLAS x Male Imp pt.5

(Hold up!!! Before you read this, at the bottom I've left links to the first 4 parts. Go read them first, so youve got all the back story.)

((This is a long fanfic and will consist of multiple parts.)

True to your word, you sent him the address later that day.

You agreed to meet up in the afternoon, telling him the meeting up time to meet.

Stolas had suggested a dinner date, but you had turned that down for some reason, telling him you had a better idea.

You had actually asked him on a date.

So happy was he, the rest of the day seemed to pass in the blink of an eye, the owl caught in a blissful haze.

Eventually it was dinner time, where the prince found himself eating alone, again.

He hadn't eaten with his family since, well you know.

He chose something simple.

Leftovers.

Grabbing the plate of last night's roast, he popped them into the microwave.

As he waited for his meal to heat, he quickly scrolled through his phone.

He was checking your voxtigram again, enjoying the collection of photos of you.

As he looked through he found the picture of you and Blitzø, the sight sending a pang of regret through his chest.

It was strange to think, just a day ago, he'd been head over heels for the Imp. Totally infatuated with him, and now... now he knew the truth.

Blitzø saw him as a meal ticket,nothing more.

He was just way to get to the living realm. What an idiot he'd been, a few kind words, a bit of sex there and he was totally under Blitzøs spell. He felt like an idiot.

His eyes shifted to you, and such warmth bloomed through his chest.

But you. You were genuine. You didn't want money or power, you wanted to make him happy.

You wanted to actually spend time with him, he wasn't just a meal ticket to you, he was someone worthy of love an attention.

He knew you weren't in love with him, not yet, but you would be, he'd show you just how worthy he was of your love.

His thoughts were interrupted by his dinner finished heating up.

He ate in silence, Stolas spending the whole time staring at the pictures of you.

After dinner he went for a shower, the hot water cascading down his body, the heat reminding him of the warmth you brought him just a day ago.

His thought slid to his time with you, fantasising about how intimate, how delicate and seductive you'd been.

The complete opposite of Blitzø.

His thighs ground together, his breath picking up as he slid a hand between his thighs.

He imagined you, holding him close, treating him like that delicate work of art, bringing him pleasure he didn't know existed.

Pleasure racked his body, his breathing hitched. And before he knew it, a mind shattering orgasm wracked his body.

After recovering from his little self pleasuring, he cleaned himself up and got out of the shower.

Walking into his room, he fell on his bed, feeling quiet satisfied. Curling up in bed, he fantasied about what the next day could hold for him.

He had a dreamless sleep that night waking up later than he had the morning prior, finding himself again, well rested.

Getting up, he went about his usual morning routine, all the way until he chose his outfit.

You had said something about wine, so did that mean it was more of a fine dining establishment. But you had said a pizza place right? So was it more of a casual, family restaurant.

He spent nearly half an hour thinking it over before he just decided to text you.

Stolas: Is there a dress code for tonight? I'm just picking out my outfit and don't want to come over dressed, I want something that to wow! you.

(Y/N): Hehehe, not really. Pick something casual and probably bring a coat as well, It gets kinda chilly out there at night.

(Y/N): We'll only be staying at the restaurant to eat, then I've got something planned for afterwards elsewhere.

Stolas: Is that so? And what have you got planned, something exciting I hope.

(Y/N): Nu uh, no hints. You'll just have to wait till tonight.

Stolas: Not even a little hint? 🥺🥺🥺

(Y/N): Nope, but I can promise it'll at least be the most romantic thing an Imp has ever done for you.

That kinda stung, bringing many unwanted memories to the forefront of his mind. You quickly texted again,

(Y/N): Fuck, I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything like that. I just, doubt an Imp like me could match the typical royal date.

Stolas: it's alright, I understand what you meant.

(Y/N): But I can promise it'll be the most romantic thing someone's done with you on a budget.

Stolas actually laughed at that, falling onto his bed like a teenager. The two of you exchanged a little more info, before he finally picked an outfit.

He chose a fairly simple outfit; A stylish pair of jeans, a simple red and black T-shirt with a rather attractive heart pattern across it and then it was one of his favourite leather jackets with a beautiful fur collar

He left the manor grounds just as the sun began to set, the city night-life around the manor already beginning to pick up.

It was a fairly short drive, most people knowing to stay out of the way of a royal limousines.

Finding the street and location you'd described, he had the limo park in front of a rather unassuming building, not really looking any different from the hundred other boarded up buildings on the block.

Getting out, he stood there for a few minutes before he heard you call out. 'Hey good lookin, looking for a good time?' Turning around, he found you approaching.

You carried a simple wicker basket, wearing a humble, yet fitting attire,

You wore a stylish black T-shirt that seemed to just cling to all the right places, your jeans were faded, but not enough to warrant throwing out. And a pair of simple black shoes.

When you got closer, the demon piped up, 'If you were planning a picnic, the basket kind of gives it away.' He told you playfully.

You released a laugh, shaking your head. 'Nah, all that's already set up. I just don't wanna carry everything from here to there by hand.' You told him simply.

'Ooooh' he cood, 'and what is it your getting here, hmm?' He asked, playfully gesturing to the building.

'Oh you know, this and that, you'll be surprised how much they serve here.' You told him just as playful.

Stolas stood up before looking around, 'Speaking of what they serve here', I can't help but wonder where "here" is, this doesn't exactly look like a restaurant.' He told you, gesturing to the rather dull wall of buildings before you.

You just chuckled, looking up at the prince before telling him, 'Dont judge a book by its cover, dear prince of mine' you told him playfully.

You hadn't realised it, but when you called him yours, it sent a wave of euphoria through the owl that he simply couldn't describe.

His mind was addled, the owl clutched himself as he watched you speak, to caught up in this feeling to catch what you said.

He was snapped from his stupor, when he found you were looking up at him, seemingly expecting a response.

The owl panicked, snapping to attention and blurting out, 'Of course, words to live by,' before he just stood there, smiling like an idiot.

You stared at him for several moments, the awkwardness so palpable you could practically see it in the air.

After another moment, Stolas shook his head, 'S-sorry, uh, what was that last thing?' He asked, trying to salvage the situation.

You chuckled, shaking your head, 'nothin, let's go shall we?' You asked him, stepping forward.

He followed close behind, following you into a nearby alleyway.

He followed in silence, but as your path grew longer he decided to ask where you were going. Only for you to suddenly stop and turn towards a large metal shudder.

Looking up at him, you did a little knock on the shudder, before just standing there.

A few minutes pass by before Stolas whispered, 'what are we waiting for?'

You laughed at that, before telling him, 'He always takes a minute to get here... any second now.'

A few seconds go by, just as Stolas was gonna pipe up again, the shudder suddenly shot up, revealing an middle aged Imp carrying a shotgun.

The Imp stared at him for a few moments before looking down and spotting you, 'Oh (Y/n)! Didnt expect you so early.' He told you, lowering the shotgun, 'who's the string bean?' He asked bluntly.

You just laughed as Stolas became indignant, looking himself up and down before asking himself if he really look like a string bean?

''This is my...' you hesitated for a moment, the owl held his breath, waiting for you to finish the sentence

'... my date' you finished, 'this is my date "Prince" Stolas.' You told him firmly, enough pride in your voice to make Stolas flush.

The Imp looked him up and down, 'A prince huh? Damn (Y/n), really pickin up your game' The older Imp gave you a rather lecherous grin.

You scoffed, stepping forward and asking 'Can we come in or are we just gonna stand around talking all night?'

The elder Imp just huffed before stepping out of the way.

The two of you walked into a somewhat narrow stairwell, the prince having to crouch walk to squeeze in there.

'Sorry 'bout the tight fit there your highness, we usually only get Imps down here, it'll be more roomy downstairs.' The old Imp spoke up as they made there way down the stairs.

Stolas chose not to reply, choosing instead to just take it in stride.

It was another minute of walking down the cramped stairwell when they suddenly entered a much larger chamber, the owl able to stand up.

Once he'd stretched his back, Stolas got a good look around, and found himself transfixed by the splendour of the place.

Honestly the place could probably give most of the restaurants he'd been too a run for there money.

It was a large hall, clearly some old structure with black bricks making up most of the walls.

A number of quaint little lanterns hung from the roof giving the whole chamber a pleasantly dim atmosphere.

A series of tables filled the centre of the chamber, each one decked in a cloth, with its very own candle lit center piece.

The architecture created smaller arches along the walls, many of them gave way to small booths where other Imps were enjoying there meal. While others were filled in by wine wracks, each one filled with a variety of bottles.

'My it's... it's...' before Stolas could finish, you cut in, 'yeah... I know, it's not exactly the rits, but for an Imp run business, it's pretty sophisticated.' You seemed disappointed, likely having interpreting his stunned silence as disappointment.

Stolas quickly cleared that up, telling you 'it's beautiful, I've never seen a place like it.' He told you honestly.

Looking down he found you positively beaming.

Reaching out, you grabbed his hand. You dragged him along like an excited child, taking him to what was obviously the front desk.

Placing the wicker basket on top the counter, you binged the bell.

A moment passed before a shorter and clearly much older Imp walked out. Upon seeing you there face lit up, 'Oh (Y/N), so good to see you.' They said cheerfully, pulling out a medium leather bound book from under the counter, they looked up and said, 'Lets see. Ah! Here you are. One table. A high ceiling and a strong bottle, correct?' They asked pleasantly.

You just nodded, them quickly putting the book away and began leading you away.

He found himself led into another chamber, this one much smaller but still just as pleasant.

In this one, a quaint little chandelier, giving the room a pleasant warm glow.

The older Imp quickly left, promising to bring menu's upon his return.

You led him in 'Beautiful place, isn't it?' You asked, seeming a hundred miles away.

'It is' He agreed, never taking his eyes off of you.

It took a few moments, but eventually you locked eyes, a smile growing across your lips.

After a moment, you seemed to snap back to reality, quickly walking over and pulling out one of the chairs, 'Your highness' you told him, an almost seductive tone to your voice.

'Such a gentleman' he spoke playfully, taking his seat.

Pushing him in, you walked around and took your seat.

Sitting down, you leaned forward, the two of you sitting in silence for a moment, neither of you sure what to say.

Eventually you spoke up, 'Can... can I ask you something?' You asked hesitantly.

Stolas, seeing the mood shift, leaned forward, responding with 'of course you can... what is it?'

You took a moment, placing your mouth behind your balled fist, 'I just... I just want to know... What is this?' You asked somberly.

That took him off guard, 'I, uh... I thought this was a date,' he tried to lighten the mood.

You did smile at that, but it was short lived, the sombre look returning.

'No... I mean like, you and me. What is this?' You asked him.

Stolas found himself at a loss.

What were you?

This was a date, wasn't it? So that would make you a potential couple? But he was already married... so, what the hell did that make you?

He sat there for longer than he'd like without an answer, before he felt he just had to say something. 'I don't... I don't know.' He told you honestly.

'I mean, this is a date? And I uh...' He didn't know were to go.

Out of options, he decided to do something that hadn't gone the best for him lately, but with you he felt it would be his best course to take.

He was gonna go with his gut.

'I want there to be something.' He told you, 'You make me feel like... like I deserve to be loved. Like I can be loved... Something I haven't felt in quiet a while.'

'I haven't felt like I really deserve anything in... Hell.... Decades?' He was tearing up now, his voice thick with emotion, 'I don't know if I deserve love, (Y/N).'

'I only ever seem to end up hurting the people I care about.' Tears formed in his eyes, the owl gripped his head, 'Lately I feel like a curse. Like I can only bring pain and misery to those around me... and after what I've done, I can't help but feel I deserve it.'

He looked up at you, a little smile across his face, 'But you... you make me feel like... like someone cares about me... Like someone cares about what I want. And you don't want anything from me... your not just using me as a means to an end... You care about me.' He was shaking now, a gentle tear sliding down his cheek.

He sat there for a moment, on the brink of tears, just as he felt you grab his hand.

Looking down he found you gently grasping his hand. You slowly inspected it, gently running your fingers along the long slender digits.

'You know...' you began, unease in your voice. 'I had no idea what I was doing, that first time.'

'I wanted to cheer you up, make you smile.' You let out a little chuckle, 'And as cliché as it might sound, I could tell you just wanted someone to love you, to make you feel something.' you smiled up at him.

'I knew you needed some kind of affection and I... I couldn't just let you sit there, drowning in despair. So I did it, I gave you the love you needed' You told him, your voice getting a little unbalanced.

You looked up at him, your throat tightening and voice becoming shaky, 'And if after that first time together... I after what we did... you had said you wanted to just pretend like nothing happened. I would have accepted it. I could have accepted that.' You told him firmly.

'Theres so much misery around me, so many suffering for no real reason. So if I could make you happy, even for just a moment. I'd be happy.' A smile spreading across your face.

'I don't know what's gonna happen next.' You told him. 'And I don't know what's gonna happen next.'

Your voice grew firmer, as did your resolve. 'But I wanna get closer to you and you wanna get closer to me. So how's about we just... see where this goes?' You asked him.

Stolas was a little shocked, 'You... you'd really do that, just give it a shot, to be with me?' He asked incredulously.

You just nodded your head, a little smile across your face, 'I... I wanna be with you Stolas, if that's alright with you?' You asked almost playfully.

Stolas couldn't help but laugh, vigorously nodding his head, 'Yes, Yes, a thousand times Yes.' He told you getting to his feet.

His emense height allowing him to lean over the table, locking you into a passionate kiss.

The Owl couldn't help it, he pressed into the kiss, so much so he was scared he might hurt your lips.

But he just couldn't help it, he was feeling such passion right now, all he could think to do was get as close to you as possible.

Hey Hey. Doing some old stories now. I've got so many requests I think I'll just relax a little, do them at my own pace.

This is the 5th part of my series Here's the link to my other chapters

OBSESSIVE STOLAS X Male Imp Pt.1

OBSESSIVE STOLAS x Male Imp Pt.2

OBSESSIVE STOLAS X Male Imp Pt.3

OBSESSIVE STOLAS x Male Imp pt.4

so check that out. I'm gonna be doing some more of my own original works lately, but feel free to leave a request, just don't expect me to get to it any time soon. Any way, hope you enjoyed the story. Bye Bye.

#helluva boss headcanon #helluva boss #headcanon #x reader #helluva boss x reader #helluva stolas #stolas x reader #stolas

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necros-writing-stuff · 3 years

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(Uuuuh, tw for a/b/o, inc*st, noncon, shitty writing, and implied somnophilia. May or may not be working on a version where Whitney actually likes his cousin. Also, no editing, I'm dying like the parasite babies I forgot existed before fucking off to Alex's farm)

The ride home from the airport is hell. Whitney's mother keeps asking you questions about your life, about the rest of the family. You babble on and on about how you're the top of your class, how everyone in the family is doing great, how you've already got a place at a university reserved for you when you're finished with your year of travel. Whitney's in the back seat of the car with you, but he can still see how it makes his father's hands tighten on the steering wheel each time you open your mouth, each time you remind him how his own son is nothing but a disappointment.

Whitney stays quiet, using all his self control to not lash out. His parents always compared him to you, 'why can't you be more like your cousin' this and 'your cousin would never' that.

Then there's the fact that you're a beta. Someone Whitney is supposed to naturally be better then.

Sometimes it makes him want to scream.

Whitney's mother ushers you into the house, leaving Whitney to help his father carry in the luggage.

"Your mother's made plans to go out tomorrow," his father says, "as a family."

"I have plans."

"Cancel them."

His father doesn't give him a chance to argue, grabbing a bag and taking it into the house.

Whitney grumbles to himself, dragging in the rest of your things.

Oh, of course they put you in the guest room right next to his. Can't be free from you for one second, can he?

"Just in case you need anything" he catches his mother telling you as he drops you things off, "Whitney is right next door."

Whitney's about to say something about not being a nanny when his father catches his eye, frowning. Fine, he'll be a fucking nanny.

You sound breathless as you thank his mom, your face flushed and eyes a bit too bright. Maybe you're getting sick? Fuck, would he be expected to take care of you if you got sick? Probably.

Whitney ducks out of the room before his mother can try to get him to talk to you. There would be plenty of time for him to suffer on whatever "family outing" his mother had planned.

Whitney locks his door, stripping to his underwear and getting into bed. He's got no reason to be awake. Normally he'd sneak out of the house, smoke a bit in the park with some friends. But no, he gets to be dragged around town, show you all the sights, or whatever. He knows he won't be able to get out of it, might as well not feel like shit from being sleep deprived.

It's 2 a.m. when Whitney wakes up, rock hard with the smell of omega in heat permeating the air. Whitney's initial reaction is shock. What shit for brains omega in this hell hole of a town isn't

on suppressants? The wave of lust that rolls over him stops him from following that train of thought.

It's not the first time Whitney has smelled an omega going into heat. There had been times at school, when someone screwed up, forgot to take their suppressants. Usually the signs of pre-heat would have the omega sprinting to the nurses office before anything really happened.

There had been the time Whitney had seen an omega tackled in the park, whimpering as an alpha had dragged them off. Whitney had been curious enough to watch as the alpha claimed them, snapping at any passersby. He’d enjoyed the scent well enough, but hadn't tried to have a go. Sure, the omega had smelled good, but not good enough to fight over.

This is different. Whitney's not sure if they could describe the scent even if they wanted to. Somehow familiar, but strange, different.

Whitney's out of bed before he even registers what he's doing, following his nose until he's standing outside your room.

Oh.

You? You're an omega? His shitty perfect cousin, who everyone compares him to? And you've gone into heat?

The nob turns easy in his hand. You've left it unlocked, in a town like this? But Whitney doesn't dwell on the question as he approaches your bed.

You're curled up, already built a nest and everything, eyes squeezed shut and whimpering as you rub yourself through your pajama shorts.

"Pathetic."

You jump at Whitney's voice, try to hide yourself in your nest but to no avail. The bed dips as Whitney climbs in.

"D-don't," you try to say, but Whitney's amped up pheromones are making your brain go hazy.

"Everyone thinks you're so perfect, but you can't even take care of yourself." Whitney pulls at your clothes as he speaks. You try to fight him but your attempts are weak. "Talking about how fucking smart you are, can't even remember to take your suppressants."

"D-didn't know," you manage to get out, losing the battle to keep your shirt.

"What dumb fucking omega doesn't know when they're going into heat?" He's got your shorts down to your knees now, and you are more focused on covering your groin than trying to get them back. Slick is already coating the inside of your thighs, making your underwear cling to you.

"Didn't know! P-presenting. Now. First t-time!" Your words are jumbled as Whitney pries your hands away from your crotch.

The words make Whitney pause and for a moment you think the nightmare is over. That whatever had possessed Whitney to climb into your bed has left him. Your hope is crushed as Whitney gives you a wicked smile, wrenching your arms above your head and pinning you.

First time! Whitney was going to take your first time! His stupid, perfect cousin! The one everyone fawned over, and he was going to ruin them!

He manages to gather your wrists in one hand, using the other to strip you of your underwear. Your scent is even more powerful now that you're fully exposed. Whitney's surprised no one else has come to investigate, but who is he to complain?

You're crying as Whitney frees himself from his own clothing, but you're no longer fighting him. You seem to have resigned yourself to your fate.

Good, you've already started to learn your place.

Whitney doesn't bother to give you any kind of preparation. You're leaking so much slick that there's already a wet patch forming on the bed.

Besides, he wants it to hurt.

“You know, Everyone always talks about how you’re so perfect, how it's such a shame that you’re a beta.” Whitney hooks one of your legs round him, giving him better access to your hole.

“Immagine what they’ll think when they learn you’re just an omega bitch.” Whitney's cock presses against you, your breath hitching as he nudges against you. "That all you're good for is spreading your legs for your betters."

You go rigid under him, eyes wide, mouth agape, a he cock is forced into you. Even with your heat putting your body in the ideal state to take a cock, nothing could have prepared you for this. You start to writhe under him, whining as Whitney forces himself into you.

"S-stop. Whit, please," your voice is a strained whimper, barely audible even in the relative quiet of the room.

"Shut up," he growls, leaning down to lick your neck, dangerously close to your scent gland, "or I'll do something you'll really regret."

His threat makes your blood run cold. He wouldn't really do that, would he? But he's already done so much, you don't doubt he would take it further.

Whitney's hips meet yours as he finally settles fully inside you.

"You're so fucking tight," he groans, starting to pull out. "Sure you're in heat? Not just some shitty beta begging for cock?"

He doesn’t wait for an answer, slamming back into you, making you cry out. Whitney sets a bruising past, taking no regard for your comfort. The room soon filled with the lewd sounds of skin slapping skin and your cries.

Fuck, you're too loud. At this rate the whole neighborhood was going to show up, thinking he was killing you, let alone his parents. Whitney wraps a hand around your throat, cutting off your air supply.

You struggle on instinct, only stilling when Whtiney gives a low warning growl.

Whitney keeps growling insults about how wet you are, how you obviously want his cock or you would be fighting harder. As if he isn’t keeping you from moving. As if he didn’t threaten to claim you if you didn’t let him do whatever he wanted.

But your body doesn’t seem to care.

That's the worst part, the pleasure building in your gut, your body responding to Whitney’s in a way that leaves you disoriented. His movements in you become less painful as your body adjusts to him, his cock hitting a spot in you that makes your vision go funny, makes you glad you can’t make much noise with Whitney choking you. You don’t even realize that you’ve started to jerk your hips in half hearted attempts to meet his thrusts.

The edges of your vision are starting to become fuzzy as Whitney's knot starts to catch in your hole. When Whitney pushes in and can no longer pull out, he lets go of your wrist, opting to force your legs open a little wider so he can grind against you easier.

You grab onto the hand around your neck, grip weak as you try to pry it off. It takes everything in you to keep trying when Whitney snaps at you, but you can’t breathe.

The hand on your neck disappears, only to be replaced by Whitney’s mouth. He bites at your scent gland, hard. It sends a wave of overwhelming pleasure though you, even as you're tears start anew.

He’d claimed you. Whitney had claimed you, just like he’d threatened. And the worst part was you couldn’t even bring yourself to fight him, just crane your neck so he could have better access to scenting you. The attention he lavishes onto your neck driving you to orgasm.

It’s the tightening on his cock that finally sends Whitney over the edge, his cum painting your insides as he continues to grind against you until fresh tears start to run down your face from overstimulation.

“Can’t believe you got off during your first mating, fucking slut.”

His words feel like they are coming from far away as You struggle to keep your eyes open. You groan low in your throat as Whitney shifts, his knot tugging at your hole as he makes himself comfortable.

"Marked….me..." its difficult to speak, toung feeling thick.

"I didn't use teeth, idiot. How the fuck would I explain that?"

You try to point out that you'll still smell like him. That you'll reek of his pharamones, but your words get stuck.

You let yourself slip into unconsciousness as you feel Whitney start to grind against you again.

You guys are spoiling me with this content. All those kinks in one?

This is very good, anon, thank you for sending it in!

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redroomwidows · 3 years

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Wildest Dreams | F.W

SUMMARY: They’re in a war, everyone’s life is on the line and Fred doesn’t want Y/n to forget him.

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

WARNINGS: fluff, but then angst. canon character death...not described, but there’s some grief.

A/N: This is my second piece for @gcdric’s Taylor Swift writing challenge! This fic doesn’t follow the song as much as Mr. Perfectly Fine did, it’s very much a looser interpretation of it. I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

fun fact! I’ve never actually written for Fred before, so this may be really ooc. I’m apologiding in advance lol but hopefully it’s not too ooc!

Fred Weasley x fem! reader

‘Say you'll remember me’

It was quiet.

Silent even. Usually, this would worry Y/n, but today, today it was calming and was a reminder that neither her nor Fred were in imminent danger. Their shared bedroom had rays of sunlight beaming through the curtains and Y/n almost blamed herself for not shutting them properly when she first woke up because of the light on her eyes. Almost. Because when she rolled over, she realised the sunlight let her see Fred’s sleeping face and let her admire the bronze and gold mixed amidst the ginger of his hair.

“Mornin’ love,” he croaks and Y/n smiles slightly, of course he wasn’t actually asleep

“Morning,” Fred slowly opens his eyes and raises an eyebrow slightly

“Were you watching me?”

“Maybe,”

“Weirdo,” he tries to stay serious, but a wide smile breaks through and he scoots closer to his fiancé, snuggling into her shoulder “What were you thinking about?”

“Hm, nothing,”

“So, you were just staring at me?” Fred knew when she was thinking, he always had.

“Fine,” Y/n sighs “I was thinking about how pretty you are,”

“Pretty?” Fred raises his head from her shoulder and looks her in the eyes “You mean handsome,”

“Nope,” she pops the p “pretty,” then kisses his nose, something she knew he hated.

“No, handsome,” he insists

“Pretty,” Y/n sings and Fred raises his hands up in a tickling motion

“Say I’m handsome,”

“Pretty,” she repeats and starts laughing even before Fred’s touched her, and when he does and starts moving his finger around, she laughs louder, kicking about “Stop!”

“Say I’m handsome!”

“Freddie!”

“Say it!” he keeps tickling her and when she starts to struggle to breathe, she shouts out:

“Fine! Fine! Handsome! I was thinking you were handsome!” he stops and Y/n lays still for a moment, breathing deeply and Fred watches, his elbow squashed into the bed as he holds his head in his hand.

Eventually, Y/n regains her breath and leans in to whisper in Fred’s ear “Pretty,”. He doesn’t tickle her this time, just smiles fondly as she giggles to herself, staring up at the ceiling. He’d let her have this one, in fact if he himself wasn’t so stubborn, he’d let her win every time. He liked her like this, calm and happy, unable to keep a smile off her face. He wanted to see her like this forever.

“Let’s run away,”

“What?” Y/n turns to Fred, eyes still glassy from his ‘attack’

“Let’s run away,” he repeats, but he can tell Y/n is still confused “leave here and find a cottage in the woods or something,”

“Fred… are you being serious?”

“Yes!” Fred smiles and excitement floods his voice “Bill and Fleur did it, why can't we?”

“We’re not Bill and Fleur,” Y/n says in disbelief, not sure if Fred was joking or not “they have a baby on the way, your future niece or nephew,”

“Yours to,” Fred gestures to the ring on her left finger proudly. He’d proposed their first year out of Hogwarts, Molly had said it was too soon but when Death Eater attacks became more frequent, she was happy to see her son so happy. She also knew Fred wouldn’t listen to her anyway. He loved Y/n L/n and he would marry her anywhere, anytime. But soon preferably. He adored the idea of being able to say ‘my wife’ and he wanted to call her Mrs Weasley and come up with a whole new branch of nicknames for her based on her new status. But he had to wait, he could do that.

“Our future niece or nephew,” she corrects, “and you and George have the shop,”

“It’s not even open at the moment,” Fred mutters quietly, knowing Y/n was right, but still wanting to believe for a minute more that they could leave “Please?”

“You know we can’t go…” Y/n takes a deep breath as the somewhat jokey conversation becomes serious “we’re gonna be needed…” she looks left and out the window, holding a hand over her stomach.

“I know,” Fred smiles, putting his hand over Y/n’s “Can’t blame me for being in love with ya,”

“Guess I can’t,” Y/n smiles with him as she remembers the last time he said that to her.

It was their last year at Hogwarts and George and Fred had finally grown tired of Umbridge. They haven’t fully told Y/n the plan, but she knew they weren’t coming back. Fred had minutes to say goodbye before him and George had to set the plan into the motion, and he was grabbing Y/n’s hands so tightly she thought the circulation might never come back.

“Come with us,” he whispers and she looks down, smiling lightly

“You know I can’t,”

“Why not?”

“My parents would kill me,” she laughs and presses a kiss to his lips, whispering into them “You would kill me,”

“I would,” he nods “What are you thinking, throwing away your future for a boy?”

“A ginger one nonetheless!” Y/n gasps, playing along

“Oi!” George shouts from behind a door and Y/n laughs as Fred shouts out to him

“Stop eavesdropping you prat!” shuffling is heard and Y/n gazes at Fred again, trying to memorise his face before he leaves.

“Promise you’ll write?”

“Of course. You can hear everything about mine and Georgie’s experiments and how I came up with all of the ideas” Y/n would laugh, but all she can manage is an amused brow raise

“And you’ll be here for graduation?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he nods “Promise,” There’s a knock on the door, a signal Fred needed to go.

“I love you,” Y/n says quickly

“I love you too,” They share one more kiss and Fred whispers into her lips “Come with me?”

“Fred!”

“Can’t blame me for being in love with ya!” with that, he gives her hands a final squeeze before leaving, giving her a wink as he shuts the door.

“Y/n…” Fred waves a hand over her eyes “you there?”

“Hm?” she turns back to him

“You alright?”

“Yeah,” she rolls onto her right side so she can look at him properly “You?” Fred seems to be thinking about his answer and Y/n puts her left hand over his shoulder, rubbing soft circles on the soft cotton of his t-shirt “Freddie?”

“We’re gonna be needed,” he repeats her earlier statement slowly “And when we are, something may happen to me...If I don’t make it -”

“Fred!” Y/n’s eyes widen, completely not expecting such a sombre topic to come up on a Wednesday morning, especially after such a somewhat cheery morning “Can we please not, not now?”

“I need to say it Y/n, I need to get it off my chest, I’ve been thinking about it for days,” he had been acting differently, he’d been quieter at dinner and seemed to want to cling to her and George more, talking about going to the Burrow when it was safe to. So maybe that’s why she gave in, or maybe it was the soft ‘please’ he muttered afterwards that he paired with pleading eyes. She could never deny him, not when he looked like that, so sad.

“Okay,”

“If I don’t survive…” he keeps pausing and Y/n supposes that if she was talking about the same thing, she would do the same “I want you to remember me, I want you to remember us -”

“Of course, I’m going to remember you!” Y/n couldn’t believe he’d think she’d ever forget him.

“I know! I just need you to promise. Promise you’ll remember me and us. Promise me you’ll remember when we used to wake up at god knows when just to watch the sunrise and when the sun used to set in summer and we’d just lay out by the lake. Because you always talked about how it calmed you. I want you to remember how you used to write crap poetry and dramatically read to me and I could never really tell if you were joking or not, so I didn’t laugh and you always thought I was annoyed with you,”

Y/n feels a bit hot in the face at the mention of that, she was just a tad bit embarrassed.

“Promise me you’ll remember the sunrises, the sunsets, the parties and the snogging but also promise me you’ll remember this, lazy mornings in bed, cooking together and cuddling. And promise me you’ll see me again, even if it’s in a Quidditch portrait at school or photos around the flat, or memories or dreams. Promise me you’ll remember me?”

“I promise,” she whispers, kissing him slowly “But don’t worry about it too much. Neither of us have to worry, because you’re not dying. Not on my watch,”. Fred smiles and in seconds, the subject seemed to be forgotten as he bops his fiancé’s nose and starts a conversation about what their brunch should be.

Y/n remembered that conversation now as she stood in a graveyard, staring down at what would have been her future husband's tombstone where she’d recently placed some flowers, right next to George’s.

She remembered the sunrises,

“Freddie...I’m too tired for this…”

“Promise me, it’ll all be worth it love,”

and the sunsets,

“Are you okay?”

“No... but just, watch this with me,”

the parties,

“You have had far too much to drink,”

“Y/n! I missed you!”

“I just went to the loo,”

“Yeah, but I love you!”

the snogging,

“Fred...we cannot be doing this here,”

“Shhhh, tell me you don’t get a little bit of satisfaction from doing this in Snape’s classroom,”

and the lazy mornings in bed, cooking together and cuddling.

“I love you,”

“Are you talking to me or the pancakes I just brought you?”

“Y/n, it’s on fire!”

“What?!”

“Joking…”

“You twat!”

“We should get up…”

“No! Stay here, just a bit longer,”

She remembered everything. She would never forget and while she may only ever be able to be with Fred in her dreams, she still loved him more than anything. She’d be with him someday, when it was her time to go.

‘Say you'll see me again

Even if it's just in your wildest dreams’

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nekomasmanager · 3 years

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Azumane Asahi × Reader

Am I going to post my one shots here too? Yes, yes I will. This is a collection of one shots I'm currently writing over on ao3 (if you want to you can check it out there! This is the first chapter). This collection features a female reader that is actually part of the Girls Volleyball Club at the boy in the pairing's High School (that way it makes more sense and it's easier for me to write!), and her multiple encounters with the different Haikyuu!! boys. I hope you like it and don't find it too cringey╰(*°▽°*)╯

So first off it's going to be my Asahi one shot! Hope you like it!

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Pairing: Azumane Asahi & Reader Word Count: 2275 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Original Post Date on ao3: 24/02/2021

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ You lost. You didn't make it past the first preliminary round. You're going home empty handed. It was all your fault. You didn't think you could reach a lower point in your volleyball career, but you just did.

He would be so disappointed in you. After everything he did, this is how you're repaying him for the hours of training you did together. He would be disappointed.

Your team was huddled up outside the gym, crestfallen expressions on your faces. One teammate was even crying thinking it was her fault this happened. She doesn't know that it was all yours. Captain reassures her that it's not, you did whatever you could to try to win, even if you didn't, she was proud of your team. After saying all that, she was called over by your sensei. You noticed some were admiring her strength, but you quickly noticed that she's just strong in front of you. She's just waiting for the moment she's alone, away from your prying eyes, to finally let down all her tears. She shouldn't cry. It wasn't her fault, she tried her best to get you to practice. You were at fault for not telling my teammates to come to practice, for not encouraging them more, for not pushing them more, because, well, it was your job to do so, being vice-captain and all.

You felt terrible. Your mind couldn't focus on anything else but the failure you just witness because of your lack of leadership skills, your lack of volleyball skills. You just had to practice something. You excused yourself, telling your teammates that you're going to look for an empty gym to practice your serves. They looked at you with pity in their eyes, knowing they couldn't stop you, even though they know you're going to exert yourself to the point of exhaustion. You always held the weight of failure on your shoulder, blaming yourself over and over. Being a third year, those tournaments are going to be the last ones you'll be able to compete in while still being on your school's team.

When you finally find an empty gym, you find a few wayward balls. You begin by collecting them in the bin, thinking that maybe this is the space for a team's practice time. After gathering them next to you, you pick up one ball, and try to jump serve it. It gets to the other side, but the power behind that serve is still weak.

You need to get better. You pick up a second one, and start imagine it as one of your failures that you want to get far away from. When you hit it, it had more force behind it. That's it, you thought. That's how you should do it. You keep doing that, thinking of all the terrible things you need to get away from, of the disappointment you issued with your playing, of all the things you could do better, you could've done better if you were a bit more authoritative.

You did not notice tears flowing down your face, until you saw them splashing on the ball between your hands. Not being able to stay up, you crash down on your knees, volleyball forgotten, and start sobbing silently into your hands. You began muttering: "he must be really disappointed in me. I'm such a failure. He'll no longer be my friend. I ruined everything for my team."

You heard some steps outside the gym door, but you don't care who saw you like that, the tears wouldn't stop anyways. The steps are now faster and louder. You hear a bag hitting the floor, and someone running to you. You thought it was one of your teammates checking up on you. "Y/N?" That's a male voice. Looking up, you see Asahi-San with a worried look on his face. Not being able to stop your tears, a sob finally escapes your lips when you see him, and that's all it took him to go down on his knees and hug you.

Before you wrap up your arms around him, you mutter under your breath "I don't deserve such kindness. I'm a failure. I shouldn't be part of this team. They're better off without me." Not wanting to hear you belittling yourself, Azumane holds you at arm's length, and looks at you dead in the eye, "what are saying about yourself? Did someone tell you all this?" You shake your head not wanting to speak. "I heard you before saying 'he'll be disappointed in me', were you referring to me?" You gently nod, looking down at your fingers, fidgeting and averting his kind brown eyes.

He gently grabs your chin, making you look at him, "I will never be disappointed in you, Y/N. Why would you think that of me?" "Because you wasted so much time on training me, and it was useless. I couldn't do anything to help my team win. I could barely keep the ball in the air. How could I be a good teammate when I'm such a burden to others, not letting them work well?" Your eyes were starting to well up with tears again. Azumane let go of your chin, and you buried yourself in his chest, clinging to his jacket.

He engulfed you in his arms, stroking your back and your hair, whispering softly in your ear, "none of the time I spent training with you was a waste. You're a formidable player, and I wouldn't ask someone else to train with me. You shouldn't be too hard on yourself, I'll always be by your side whether it's through victory or failure. I'm always going to be on your team." With those last words, you couldn't help the sobs that racked your chest and escaped your mouth.

You were shaking, but Asahi-San never let go of you. He smoothed your hair, and stroked your back, humming a song to calm you down. When you felt yourself calming down, no longer sobbing, just sniffling, you look up to Azumane, "do you have some tissues please?" "Yeah sure let me check in my bag for a second." He brings his discarded bag next to you, and shuffles through it, until he finds a packet of tissues that he hands to you. You nod your head while accepting the packet, blowing your nose softly and trying to wipe your eyes.

Your finger are pried away from your face and replaced with bigger warmer hands that wipe your tears gently. You noticed you were quite forceful when wiping your tears. You were so grateful for Azumane, that you closed your eyes and just relaxed under his touch, trying to calm your breaths. A few tears still escape your closed eyes, the movement on your face stopped, and you open your eyes. You noticed Azumane's face got closer to yours, but before anything happens you had to ask one question.

"Why are you always so nice to me? I don't deserve it. I'm just me. Plain old Y/N. But you're perfect. You're an amazing athlete, one I can only aspire to be like. You have such a gentle and kind soul. Even if you get nervous or scared of something, with a few encouraging words, you're back to your confident self. Meanwhile I'm here, crying and sobbing cause I'm the reason my entire team failed, I'm supposed to bring them together with my captain, but I couldn't even do that. You don't even deserve me liking you, you deserve someone who's better than me to like you. Someone who can complete you in the best ways possible. Someone who's not me. So why do always stay by my side even when I wouldn't want to be by my own side?"

You started crying again, letting out all of your feelings for Azumane accidentally because of your frustration. Silent tears were rolling down your face, you're looking down at your fingers clutching the tissue packet, not daring to look him in the eyes. "Y/N?" "What?" "Look at me." You gingerly lift your head up, scared of meeting his eyes. But what you face wasn't what you expected.

Azumane's face was a mix of shock and warmth and something you couldn't quite read. He wanted to say something, but was struggling to do so. He ended up engulfing you with one of the biggest hugs you ever received, the kind of hug that puts everything back in its place, the kind of hug you never want it to end. He whispered so low you were afraid you wouldn't be able to hear him, "I like you too Y/N."

You couldn't believe what you just heard. Shocked, you raise your head, tears still prominent on your face, and you're met with the most handsome, warm face you've ever seen in your life. "Why are tearing up Azumane? I'm the one who should be crying!" "I just couldn't handle seeing you this sad and distraught over something that wasn't your fault. I couldn't handle seeing the girl I love belittling herself." While saying that, you noticed that both his hands are on your cheeks, and getting closer with every word he said.

Your breath hitched, but at the same time, you wanted him closer. You stand up on your knees, facing him head on. That's the only sign he needed before closing the gap between the two of you. You never would've thought that you would be kissing Azumane Asahi, but there you are, in his arms, in the arms of the man who loves you. You couldn't have asked for a better way to make you feel better. As you disentangle yourself from him to catch your breath, you notice him being flushed and you couldn't help but rest your hand on his warm cheek. He nuzzles his head into your hand and kisses the inside of it. You melt right there and then.

"Do you really love me? Or did you mean it as friends?" you ask shyly, feeling stupid as the question left your lips. "Well I wouldn't have kissed you if I only loved you as a friend" he says gently as he tucked a loose strand of your hair. You blush and try to cover your warming cheeks, but he catches your hands before you do so. "Can I ask you something Asahi?" "Anything for you Y/N." "Oh stop it." you lightly hit him on his shoulder. "How did you know where to find me? I remember only telling my teammates."

"Oh well you see. Sometime during our second match, your team came to cheer us on. But I didn't notice them until the end. I was looking for you between your teammates, and I guess your captain knew who I was looking for, and told me where to find you, with the notice that you may or may not be blaming the loss of the game on yourself." You shyly look down at your intertwined hands. "So as soon as I could, I came looking for you, worried that you might be exerting yourself, practicing as you usually do when you blame yourself. And when I heard tiny sniffles, a volleyball hitting the floor, and a bunch of mumbled words, I came faster, and I saw you broken down on the floor, silently crying and sobbing into your arms. My heart was wrenching when I saw you. I could only just come and hug you, trying to make you feel better. And well I guess I achieved that." He says cheekily while booping your nose with his finger but never letting go of your hand.

With still warm cheeks, you look at him, wondering one thing. "Wait you said you finished playing your second match. It means you played against..." "Date Tech High, yeah.." "Oh my God. Are you okay? How did it go? Please don't tell me you're going to stop playing volleyball again? I couldn't handle it. I barely managed to hit a ball when you took your break. I felt like a complete failure when you wouldn't show up to our practice meetings. Thinking it was my fault you didn't want to continue on. Please don't tell me you're quitting again!" "Y/N.. breathe" he says, reassuringly squeezing your hands. "I'm not going to stop playing volleyball anytime soon. And just so you know... we won."

Your face literally lights up, and you couldn't contain your happiness. You jump up and down, overly excited for him and his team. You jump into his arms, and he immediately catches you and spin you both around, laughing with glee. You couldn't believe it. They defeated the Iron Wall of Data Tech. Azumane isn't leaving volleyball behind. He finally conquered his fear. When he sets you down, he leaves his hand around your waist, enjoying your expression full of pride and happiness, for him.

You still couldn't believe it. "Asahi! You did it! I'm so proud of you! I knew you could do it! My strong Ace!" "My strong Ace you say?" "I.. umm.. is it okay if I call you that?" you ask, biting your lip cause you're embarrassed you made that slip up. "Of course you can... my little spiker" You blush so profusely, that your entire face and ears are as red as a tomato. You lightly hit his bicep, hiding your face in his chest. He laughs so wholeheartedly while engulfing you with his arms. He kisses the top of your head and whispers: "God I love her so much" With a wide smile hidden from his eyes, you whisper back, "I love you too Asahi"

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Well here you have it, that was my very first attempt at a fanfic chapter! I have two more fully ready, a new one shot in the works, and an entire new fanfic idea that is linked to my blog name. I hope you'll stick around until then!

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OOOF SUCH AN ANGSTY THOUGHT but I just watched this Euprhoria scene https://youtu.be/wNJ5sGL3vD4

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AND ITS SO?? FUCKED??? UP?? Because I want this scene for Anthony and Virginia so!! Fucking!! Much!! Because one thing about Anthony's drug addiction is that?? Since it was indoctrinated into his being from such a young age, it's like a 3rd limb, a coping mechanism forced between his teeth and overflowing his system with a rush of blackness and delicious numb. Obie thought him how to swallow dry pills before he thought him how to read a contract.

He's a kid, dead mother, dead parent, ghost father. Only ONE authority and parent figure in his life, which something Joseph won't sleep over for longer than he hopes. He had a soothing voice, pills, a needle and dust. And Virginia knew about it.

She also knew there was such a brightness raging within Anthony, too bright to be contained, but too amazingly powerful to be let out. His touches are gentle, the tempo of his laughter demanding all attention in the room. He's got the kind of laughter everyone smiles when hearing, infectious and cheerful and what good things are made of. She fell in love with his smile, first.

The love for his intelligent came later, when she stood witness to the spark of the man christened the smartest man in the world. Anthony's mannerisms when he works is mesmerizing, has you praying to the way his hands talk in synch with his lips, clinging to every letter, syllable, and vowel of his energetic rant.

It's terrifying, watching that light die out when his pupils dilate and the blue of his eyes seem duller, brightness and thoughtless. It scares her. It scares her it's something so normal about his life, how no one comments on it. She did. Because she wants to spend as much unpromised time with him as possible.

Anthony is one in a million, a star that's painfully easy to reach but hard to see. A presence that simply comes into your life and stays there, even after he's gone.

"I've always wanted to have what my parents had. You know, they'd,-" she laughs, always happy to talk about her family. "When they were freshly married, they would schedule arguments, because they fought so often. Mama used to tell me fighting took most of their days, so daddy made a time stamp over what to argue over. She used to say "Bernard, I don't want to spend my life becoming the woman my mother was. I don't want to be bitter, and angry, and so busy arguing with my husband I forget how to love him."

So what my Daddy did when arguments went too far, was, he bought the biggest cake in the whole bakery and took it home. "Morgan, I'm not gonna be able to finish this by myself, you'll have to help me otherwise the money's gonna be wasted".

They grew old and turned to dust together. Fairytales have nothing on them."

She tells Anthony this when he's as high as the sky, head in her lap and emotional after an argument with his sly uncle with a ravenous glint in his eye that makes something ugly recoil at the core of her belly. Their fingers are interlaced, feeling more intimate than anything.

He blinks up at her with a new found sobriety. " Then our lives are gonna be nice."

It's hard to contradict a futurist. After all, only Starks match Starks.

The day she takes his pills away is when The armor is nationalized by the army.

"Please just open this door Pep. Pep! Pep, come on, Rhodey is being a DICK and uncle Obie is on me like the plague, and I really just- I really need those pills, Pep, so please just open this door. I just, I just need to be no one, nothing for a while. I love you so much, and you love me, and you understand why I need this so much. I promise, I'll just take one, one pill and that's it, please--"

"Tony," her voice seems faded to the drumming on the other side. Her heart beat increases, and so do the volume belonging to the fist digging in the wood of her door. "I can't force you to be good with yourself. But I can't let you kill yourself, either. You're throwing yourself into the gutter and I want no part in it."

"Pepper-- can we not,-- why do you suddenly want the high ground?! Why does everyone think I'm some pedigree bastard who can't take care of his goddamned self, because I did, after my entire family got their guts spilled on a highway and New York swallowed Howard. These are the only thing that make me feel okay. Uncle Obie understands that, why can't you?"

Her silence increased the desperation of his voice, raw and scrapping for a crumb of control. " Pepper. Pepper, please, just open this door. Please. Please, honey." The door quivers at the force of his thundering on the other side. Labored breaths keep her grounded till he walks away from the material, cheeks wet and tears choked.

"I'm sorry, Tony."

"Pepper? Pep? Virginia I-I swear, you better open this door right now! IF, IF YOU DON'T OPEN THIS DOOR, I WILL HATE YOU, UNTIL THE DAY I FUCKING DIE," every sob of his knives at her heart. "OPEN THE DOOR PEP! PEPPER,-"

The pounding of marble and the broken mantra of her name phantoms the apartment, covering the sound of her sobs and any other noise.

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