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nerdiel-has-no-braincells · 10 months

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Hello hello!! 🥹 I saw that your requests were open, and I wanted to ask if you can write Blue lock Wanima bros x reader?

Maybe hc about going on a first date with them, separately ofc, where you would go and what you would do, maybe even a kiss at the end, just the usual vv fluffy cute stuff ehehehee

(Just a lil extra detail, but maybe if Junichi starts speaking verbally more just for you on the date so reader can actually understand him if she cant read him well like his brother, reader compliments his voice and gets him flustered)

Extreme thank you if you write for them and I’m very sorry if you don’t 😭

Omgosh this is such a sweet idea 🥹 I love it so much and I love you for bringing up this idea! As much as I dislike how they treated Hyoma, they made me laugh so much, especially Junichi! I have a hilarious photo of him from the manga that I LOVE to use for reaction photos!

I’m also so sorry for how long it took to reply! I’ve been so obsessed with Diablo 4 and Oshi no Ko 😭 It’s taken up my life! (When I’m not sobbing over events because it hits too close to home in episode 6 ( ╥ω╥ ) )

I’m trying something new, so this will be a bit longer. I’m sorry!

First Date with the Wanima Bros.

Everyone in your school knows about the Wanima twins. They’re co-captains of the football club and together they work incredibly well

The only thing that kept others away from the twins was their attitude and the belief that they’re better than others

You notice Keisuke talking to his brother one day in what seemed like a one-sided conversation

You were curious how they were able to hold a conversation with each other so every chance you could get, you studied them out of pure interest

After so long of watching them, you noticed the difference between them

They may be twins, but it didn’t mean they’re the same person

It was then that you fell for him:

Keisuke:

It was his laugh and smile that caught your eye

You noticed that between the two of them, he was more expressive and vocal

One day he sensed you studying them in class during break, and looked at you dead in the eye

This caused you to blush and look away, as if it wasn’t so painfully obvious you were staring

It took a while for you to get the courage to speak to him, the opportunity came during Valentine’s Day

You had made truffles that were powdered with dark cocoa

You had walked up to him during break and gave him the chocolate while your face was bright red

Keisuke glanced up at you then down to the box in your hands

He’s not very popular so when you came up to him, it made him feel shy for the first time in his life as he accepted the chocolates

“Thanks.” He said before looking away, a blush on his face. “You should come to practice.” He mumbled, which you heard

A smile crept up on your face as you nodded

“I’ll be there!” You responded. You excused yourself and once you were out of his sight, you internally squealed and danced

He was doing the same actually

He had actually had a longtime crush on you so knowing you felt the same about him filled his heart with so much warmth

He’s talked about you to his brother, Junichi, who swore he would keep his secret (cuz ya know, he doesn’t talk much)

He’s a total beast on the field and while he’s super talkative to others and his brother, he’s shy when it comes to you

You stood by the bleachers as you excitedly waited for practice to be over. Your teacher had to speak to you after class so you were a bit later than you intended, but Keisuke knew you’d be arriving late based off of the apologetic smile you gave him as class ended. Once the teacher was done discussing your assignment, you skipped your way to the football field, your heart pounding in your chest.

Thankfully you had made it there while they were already playing. You didn’t want to be a distraction from practice and you wanted the opportunity to see Keisuke in his natural state. What you saw were two brothers who didn’t need to communicate with each other in order to make flawless plays and you were in awe as you watched. You thought Keisuke looked cool, never losing that grin of his as he and his brother continued to pass back the ball while they ran full speed across the field.

After Junichi scored the goal, the coach blew the whistle indicating the end of practice. Grabbing their water bottles and towels, everyone made their way to the locker room. Sensing you had watched him, Keisuke’s eyes snapped to yours as he walked past, causing you to smile and wave to him from across the field. The tip of his ears tinted light red as he looked away. Junichi noticed this and made a face that looked like it was full of glee like how someone would tease another.

Twenty or so minutes passed before you saw Keisuke walking out of the building with his hand rubbing the side of his neck, looking at everything but you as he walked to you. You could tell it was nerves by these actions. It made you believe that he was just as nervous as you, and that thought made you smile a bit.

The silence was deafening and you could see Junichi peering around the corner of the building emitting a dark aura around him as his brows were furrowed and his eyes crossed. Keisuke looked over his shoulder, sending that his brother was watching. A quick glimpse was more than enough to know what his brother meant before he looked at you, a blush powdering his cheeks.

Within quick movements, he bowed in front of you with his eyes clamped shut as he yelled.

“I like you! Will you go out with me?!”

You were shocked by the sudden level of noise that came out of Keisuke. Silence took over once again, causing Keisuke to start sweating profusely as he waited for your response.

A giggle erupted from your throat, catching Keisuke off guard. He felt his heart break, he was sure that you felt the same after giving him chocolates for Valentine’s Day. He stands up straight while looking away to hide the disappointment on his face.

“That was so loud it scared me! But it makes me happy that you like me too.” You said, still giggling.

Too?

Keisuke looked at you with wide eyes. Did someone else confess? As he opened his mouth to ask, you answered him.

“I’d love to go out with you! I was so worried that you didn’t feel the same when you were walking to me.” Your giggles had vanished and what was left was a warm smile as pink dusted your cheeks.

Keisuke stood still, feeling like what happened wasn’t just real. He blinked once. Twice. Four times before he responded.

“What did you say?” He asked.

Rather than answer, you stepped forward and pressed your lips against his cheek before pulling away and flashing a grin at him. He was stunned, he froze on the spot not knowing what to do. He felt his entire face turn red. Lifting his arm to hide his face from you, you thought to yourself how cute he looked, the thought made you blush as you felt your heart melt.

Willing himself to calm down, Keisuke looks at you and smiles.

“Let’s go on a date now.” He suggested, which made your heart skip a beat.

“But what about your brother?” You ask, looking over his shoulder, trying to find his brother.

Keisuke shook his head and pulled out his phone, pulling up the text Junichi sent. The text included nothing but emojis, which made it hard to read.

“He already went home and he’s happy for me.” Keisuke interpreted. It warmed your heart that Junichi had been there during the confession in case his brother needed him.

“I love that you two care for each other. It’s really sweet.” You responded, tilting your head to the side a bit as you grinned.

Keisuke stared at you and felt his heart skip a beat. You were so beautiful. He never thought you would reciprocate his feelings all this time until today. Thanking the gods for Valentine’s Day existing, he moved his hand to hold yours, rubbing his calloused thumb over your knuckles. Your hands were so soft compared to his. He looked forward to see what the future holds for the two of you.

Gently squeezing his fingers, you felt your heart skip a couple of beats.

“Let’s go! Where do you want to go?” You ask.

Keisuke looks up as he thinks. He’s never been on a date before so he couldn’t think of where to go. Movies and tv shows always showed movie and a dinner? But it was getting late as the sunset began to disappear, so there was no time for both.

You noticed he began to sweat as he thought. You decided to make it easier for him.

“Where is your favorite place to go?” You ask.

Keisuke snaps out of his thought to look at you. Bless you for making it easier for him, he thought as he smiled.

Scratching his cheek, he answered honestly. “Cat cafe.”

You felt yourself internally gushing with love. He probably didn’t let others know and he told you anyway.

“I love cat cafes!” You happily said.

He knew. It was the first time he saw you. He was feeling down that day and decided to visit the cat cafe since he heard that surrounding yourself with animals helped when it came to depression and just feeling sad. As he walked in, he saw you and his heart stopped.

You were covered in kittens and cats and you looked happier than ever as you rubbed noses with one of the kittens as one laid lazily on your head, two on either shoulders, and a couple more climbing over the sleeping adult cat that was on your lap.

It was the loveliest thing Keisuke had ever seen. His life revolved only around his brother and football and that was all he needed until he saw you.

As he took a seat across the room and ordered, he watched as you continued to play with and love on the cats. He then felt a nudge against his leg, causing him to look down to find a fluffy white cat rubbing against his legs, occasionally looking up at you while purring.

Never having been near a cat, he wasn’t sure what to do so he poked the cat’s head with his finger, which the cat sniffed and licked causing him to chuckle.

He liked cat cafes. It led him to meet you.

After your date, Keisuke walked you home. Unwilling to let the night end so soon, he lingered a bit as he held your hand, unsure of what to do.

You took the initiative and kissed him on the lips before you looked at him, bright red tinting your face. At least your face matched his. But his face just kept getting more and more red as the seconds went by before he felt like running away. Which he did as he yelled goodnight, causing you to giggle. You were excited for school the next day.

Junichi:

Onto the older one!

He’s absolutely more expressive of the two but only his brother is able to fully understand what he’s saying

His expressions are what made you interested in him actually

Sometimes they were too goofy and they made you laugh

It was one of those times where he heard your melodic laugh after making such an expression that he noticed you

At first he thought you were making fun of him, which upset him

Keisuke noticed the upset look on his face (imagine the look when they had to say goodbye right before the 2nd selection)

Needless to say this upsets Keisuke to no end so he ended up stomping over to you to tell you off

And he does just that

It throws you completely off when it happens though

“What are you laughing at?! Do you think my bro’s funny enough to laugh at? How ‘bout I laugh at you?!”

And he did just that until Junichi grabbed him and ran away

You blinked as you watched them leave and you could swear you saw tears flying past Keisuke’s head

It tugged at your heart as you realized why Keisuke was so angry with you and it upset you that you hurt the one person you didn’t want to hurt

You didn’t mean to but looking back you can see how it could be taken as especially since the two of you never spoke

So after class, you decided to take action and in order to do that, you needed to clear things up

So as soon as you could, you grabbed Keisuke and pulled him to the side without Junichi knowing while placing a hand over his mouth as you found a place to talk to him

He promised to not yell to hear you out so you gently took your hand away from his mouth only for him to start yelling at you

So you placed your hand back over your mouth

“Please! Let me clear up this misunderst-“ you quickly speak before squealing and letting go

He licked your hand

He began to yell at you before he realized what you said

Crossing his arms and looking away angrily, he gives you the chance to speak, so you explain everything, including your feelings for Junichi

Somewhere along your explanation, he looked at you and it warmed his heart that you liked his brother, so he decided to give you a chance after practice, which you happily agreed to since you had studying to do anyway

Practice was over by the time you got to the field and everyone had already been coming out of building, making their way home. You and Keisuke had planned to have Junichi meet you at the field where Keisuke says he’ll meet him. Only it would be you meeting hun instead.

Rolling on the balls of your feet, you felt your nerves start to get the better of you as you waited. You heard footsteps nearby, which caused you to look over your shoulder to see Junichi looking down at the ground, his eyebrows upturned. It seemed like he was still thinking of earlier, which tugged at your heart.

As if sensing someone was nearby, he looked up at you, which caused him to visibly freeze. Turning fully around, you raise your hand as a way of greeting, feeling a bit awkward. You wanted to clear things up but didn’t know where to start.

Somehow Junichi stayed there, watching you with upturned eyebrows. He wasn’t sure what it was that you wanted but he could at least see what you would do. You tucked your hair behind an ear as your eyes avoided his, trying to find a way to start the conversation. You had to. You were the cause of the feelings your crush was experiencing. Finally closing your eyes, you bowed down, your back horizontal to the ground. This act made Junichi jump and stare with a quizzical expression.

“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t laughing at you, er, I was, but not in a mean way! I didn’t mean to hurt you and I wanted to clear it up with you!” You hurriedly explain.

After what felt like hours of silence, you look up at him to see his quizzical look which consisted of his mouth creating an caret as his brows were arched upwards. You slapped your hands over your mouth as you tried to not laugh at him. You just cleared things up and you weren’t about to mess it up again. Except you only let out muffled giggles.

“I’m sorry.” You spoke in between giggles. “I promise I’m trying to not laugh.” Giggle. “Your expressions just make me laugh.” Giggle. “I love them.” You continued to google.

This took Junichi by surprise, he didn’t expect you to love his expressions. His entire face began to turn red out of both embarrassment and because he was overly aware of how cute you were. Your laughter was what made him notice you to begin with. It made him happy knowing that you didn’t think any less of him, but more that you liked him.

Your giggling coming to a halt, you noticed Junichi’s red face and it made you more aware that your face was turning equally red. You didn’t want your conversation to end there, so you decided to tell him.

“Hey, um..” you begin, your hands fumbling with the bottom of your school uniform sweater vest. Looking down, you feel your anxiety building up. You felt that you should just blurt it out like you did earlier. “I l-l..” you begin. Closing your eyes, you confess louder than you intended.

“I l-like you Junichi!”

Moments pass and instead of looking up, you keep your eyes closed as you stayed still.

“O-oh.” You heard a deep voice say, which caused your eyes to snap open and lift your head. Junichi held his hand over the lower half of his face trying to hide how red it was. His eyes were looking to the side.

Looking back at you, he bowed just as you had earlier, causing you to jump. You could feel the rejection coming up.

“Thank you so much! Please take care of me!” He yelled.

You blinked a couple of times and you felt your cheeks heat up, causing you to slap your hands against them. The noise caused Junichi to jump and lift his head to look at you.

“What do you-? Do you mean that-?” You couldn’t finish what you were saying in the case it would raise your hopes. Although they were still raised, feeling your heart beating against your chest.

Junichi quickly stood straight and nodded a few times.

“So does that mean…” you begin. “…we’re dating?” You squeaked out the last bit, feeling as if what was going on was unreal. Maybe it was a dream.

Junichi nodded again, his expression serious but his face growing a deeper shade of red. His confirmation only made the blush spread from your cheeks to the rest of your face as you stared at Junichi with wide eyes. You felt tears begin to spill as you smile.

Junichi jumped and took a couple of steps towards you, his eyebrows knitted upwards as he expressed worry.

“I’m so happy.” Looking at Junichi, who had walked up to you with his worried expression. “I didn’t think you’d want to date me. I was so upset with myself for making you sad so I thought I ruined everything.”

He was stunned. He didn’t realize that you felt this way the entire time when you had only expressed your fondness over him.

Not knowing how to make the situation better, he opted to hug you close to him. He could feel his heart pounding and hoped you couldn’t hear it.

You were too preoccupied with your own heart as you stood there in Junichi’s arms. You couldn’t believe what was happening, given how the day began. Yet here you were in your now boyfriend’s arms. You were wholly convinced this was a dream and you didn’t ever want to wake up.

Raising your head to look at Junichi, you noticed how close your faces were. Junichi looked at you, staring into your eyes to make sure your tears stopped, which they had the moment he hugged you. You both felt calm as the two of you leaned towards each other, pressing your lips against the other’s in a gentle kiss that lasted about five heartbeats before you pulled away. His lips were a bit dry, but you enjoyed it. At least some of your lip gloss transferred onto his lips.

Looking back into each other’s eyes, the two of you smiled, completely content with each other’s presence.

“I don’t want to go home yet.” Junichi said, his eyes looking down as his brows furrowed slightly.

“Let’s go on a date then!” You offered. It was getting late in the day, close to night time, so there weren’t many options.

Junichi shook his head. “We can go Sunday. I want to spend the day with you, but for now, can I walk you home?”

You grinned at his offer and nodded. “That sounds perfect.”

Loosening his hold on you, his hand slid down your arm before taking a hold of yours. He hoped you didn’t mind. He wanted to hold your hand to touch you and be close to you. It was weird, he only noticed you today and yet you made him feel like this. Was this a crush? You got to him somehow and now that you have him, he had no plans on letting go.

As the two of you walked to your home, you noticed he had become more vocal rather than relying on his expressions. It was probably due to the fact that you couldn’t read him as well as his brother. Upon reaching your house, Junichi walked you to your door and the two of you kissed once again.

On your weekend, the two of you went to an amusement park where he took you on rides and won you prizes. So much so that your arms were full so he had to carry some.

You were incredibly happy with your day, spending time with Junichi was something you could only dream of. As time went on, Junichi felt his feelings for you grow throughout the day. He remembered seeing you trying your hardest holding the plushies he won for you and couldn’t help but think how cute you were.

Maybe you should go on dates every day.

I hope you enjoy this!! Again, I’m so sorry for how long it took to get this done for you, so I hope this was worth the wait!

Asks will always be open, so if you think of anything else, please don’t hesitate to let me know! ❤️

Blue Lock is created and owned by Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura

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twoidiotwriters1 · 2 years

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Copycat & The Spider-man —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

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Listen to: ‘I Think I’m In Love’ -by Phangs

xxiv: Copycat & Spider-man.

"Happy valentine's!"

Peter's arm came into view, he was holding a sandwich from Delmar's.

"Your favorite," He kissed her cheek.

"Aww, you shouldn't have," She grabbed the meal and drew out something from her pocket. "Happy day..."

Peter opened the handmade card and found two tickets for the movies along with a handwritten note that read: 'Valid for one visit to the cat cafe c:'

"A coupon and two tickets for the movies?" Peter said excitedly. "You think Ned's free to go out tonight?"

"Hey, you're supposed to use those with me!" She pouted.

"Oh really? I didn't know," Peter smirked, he loved teasing her, she'd always been easy to fool.

"You're not allowed to be mean, Peter," C.C. bopped his nose. "Not today!"

"'kay, sorry," He grinned, wrinkling his nose to get rid of the sting.

"I got MJ a bar of her favorite chocolate and I bought Ned a brand new mouse pad— look, it's a dog laying on his belly, the belly's the bulky part!"

"Aww haha, that's so cute!" Peter responded. "Hey, the sandwich's only the first part of my gift, by the way! Don't think I'm done with you!"

"I hope you didn't try to go over the top, I told you there was no need..."

"No no, it's nothing crazy..."

He closed her locker and took her hand, walking her through the hallways until they found his locker.

"Look at this," He took something from the top shelf and showed it to her.

Peter placed it on her hands carefully, C.C. stared at the tiny crystal rectangle: It looked like the pads the Avengers used to project stuff, but this one had a plastic base on one of the sides, and there was a small switch under it.

"It's a digital picture frame. Turn it on and you'll see the pics I uploaded."

"Did you do this from scratch?"

"It wasn't hard! You don't have to use batteries or anything, just place it near sunlight..."

"What pictures did you upload?"

"The one I took the day we went to PYM technologies," he beamed, "it's crazy how different things are now... I put some from the day at Stark Expo, the homecoming pics you took with Ned, your birthday, thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year's..."

"This is lovely," Her chest warmed up. "You're the best! I feel a little silly about my gift now..."

"I love your gift! I'll be careful to spend the coupon responsibly," He smiled.

C.C. pecked his lips. "You're the coolest boy I've ever met."

Peter's gaze softened, a little smile played on his lips. "I love you."

It was rare for C.C. to be rendered speechless, she didn't know what to say back, so instead, she buried her face on his shoulder and hugged him tightly.

The girl had been uncharacteristically quiet during the evening, it was putting her boyfriend on edge, the last thing he wanted was to make C.C. feel pressured.

"I'm ready to share," She spoke abruptly.

Peter stumbled over his feet and C.C. stopped him from falling.

"What'd ya say?"

She looked around and then offered her hand, Peter took it with no hesitation.

"What's—"

She dragged him into an alleyway, pushing him against a wall.

"Oof!" He coughed. "What are you doing?"

"Sorry," She stepped back. "You know I don't like cutting my hair..."

"Yeah?" He said in confusion. "Because you don't like how it looks."

"That's only half true," she stared at her feet, "I also dislike ponytails and tight braids, but it's not because of how they look... I love them, but..."

C.C. took a deep breath, she had to remind herself she was safe, sharing this wasn't going to hurt her.

"I've got a scar," She said. "It's ugly. It feels big and bulky, right where my nape is... that's why I don't like it when you try to play with my hair."

"Oh," Peter replied, finally understanding. "Does it hurt?"

"No, I just don't want to gross you out, so I never showed it to you. Not even Pietro knows about it."

"Gross me out?" He frowned. "It's just a scar..."

"Yeah, but it's big... and they... they did it to me," She fought back the tears. "I don't know why, but it scares me to think they put something in, that if they press a button maybe I'll die or..."

"Did no one ever try to check?" He asked worryingly.

"Banner didn't see anything wrong," She shrugged. "I don't know if I'm fine, but that scar is proof that I was once a lab rat. I hate it."

Peter grabbed her hand and turned it so the palm was facing up. He placed his own hand on top of hers.

"Show me?"

"It's ugly, Pete..."

"I just wanna know where it is so I stay away if that's what you want."

With both hands, she held his and pondered silently. Peter waited, he knew how things worked with her. Eventually, she guided his hand, his fingers moved through curls until they finally came into contact with skin.

"Doesn't feel that big," he whispered.

C.C.'s eyes brimmed with tears, he kept his hand where she'd put it and leaned down to kiss her. However, in the middle of the moment, Peter's index finger pressed a certain point and made her jump away.

Flashes of old memories disoriented her, Peter held her by the shoulders and called her name several times.

"Copycat!"

She gasped crashing sideways against the brick wall.

"What was that?"

"What thing?" He frowned. "You were fine and then you were crying out in pain!"

"I... I don't know," She rubbed her neck. "That'd never happened before..."

"Maybe you're tired..." Peter said, not really believing his own words. "It's been a long day, in a good and kinda bad way."

"All good," She corrected.

Peter nodded silently, pushing some locks of hair out of her face.

"You're feeling better?"

"Yes."

"Good," He guided her out of the alleyway. "I'll walk you home."

Her nerves were better now that she was at her doorstep, she turned the keys and opened the door, Peter was about to wish her goodnight when Pietro rushed past them ignoring C.C.'s scolding. He'd just come back from work, and in his hand, there was a letter.

"I got in!" He waved the paper in the air. "I got in!"

"No way!"

The couple walked over to their friend, Pietro squeezed them and Peter managed to lift her and the older boy at the same time, causing her to chortle.

"I'm proud of you, P.J!" She smirked. "I was expecting you to become a high school drop-out a week after you entered..."

"Told you I was as smart as any of you," He ruffled her hair. "Growing up doesn't sound as terrible now!"

"Yeah," She locked eyes with Peter, giving him a bright smile. "Not bad at all..."

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drakenology · 3 years

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Baby, Have My Babies - Ejiro Kirishima

summary: you and your pro hero fiancé take a romantic getaway for valentines day with one thing on his mind; baby making.

author’s note: oh hai! so this baby is for the corruption event @ultimate-astridwriting and @bummie is hosting for valentines day! shout out to them for including me 🥺. check out the other works that participated and as always enjoy!

warnings: smut! (minors no peeking!), breeding kink, use of the word “daddy” in the sack, unprotected sex, soft dom!kiri, prohero!kiri (the big bulky one with the long hair), dirrrrty talk, I cuss a lot and Kiri nuts a lot. all characters are aged up!

The night Kirishima proposed was a beautiful valentine’s night to remember. There you were, at one of the most expensive restaurants anyone could sit at in the middle of Bora Bora (your dream vacation spot), head empty. Just the image of your boyfriend, now fiancé kneeling down on one knee to pop the prettiest question.

“Will you marry me, baby?”, Crimson eyes full of love and adoration for you and only you as you gasp, your breath stolen as you watch him pull out the biggest diamond fucking ring you’d ever seen. Of course you said yes. Why the fuck wouldn’t you?

That same night you arrive at a hotel you were staying at in Bora Bora (the most romantic location to spend your valentines day). Kirishima saw to it that yours and his things would be taken up to the suite he had already reserved and decorated to surprise you.

You open the door swiftly, Kirishima’s chest swelling with pride when he hears your girlish squeal at the sight of the romantic decor (all done by yours truly). Flower pettles littered the carpet leading to the bed where countless gifts and a huge teddy bear rested. The room was covered in candles and roses and love. It smelled sweet like vanilla as a slow piano track played softly in the background. It was like a page out of a romance novel just opened up right in front of you.

Your eyes well up with tears at the wonderful gesture. Kirishima was always a romantic; his love language being gift giving and grand gestures, but he truly out did himself tonight. As you exclaim oo’s and ah’s at all of the suites glory you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist.

“You like it, honey?” He asked, leaving a trail of fluttering kisses along your neck as you swoon at his touch.

“I love it. I love you, Kiri.” Gushing as you spin around on your heels to reach up and kiss him. Instinctively, He hoists you into his loving arms; your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands firmly gripping your ass as one falls to push all the teddy bears off the bed he needed you in.

He lays you carefully onto the bed and admired your body from way up there (boy is tall), drinking you in and groaning at the sight of your face looking up at him all flushed and innocent-like. God, he couldn’t wait to ruin you completely and thoroughly.

“I’ve been thinking baby..” Kiri started to say, ripping your poor dress in half with his seemingly handcrafted hands and chuckling at your high pitched squeak. “What if..” after pressing a wet kiss on your midriff, trailing the attention down just above where you wanted him. “..we tried *kiss* for a *kiss* baby..?”

You shudder at his minstrations, biting your lip as you feel him prod his thick fingers over your clothed pussy. You wince at the sound of his groan at the feeling of your wet pussy practically sticking to your panties.

“So whaddya say?” He persisted, cock growing at the burning question. You were already so drunk on him, his mouth leaving open mouthed kisses over your covered heat causing you to slowly lose focus on anything other than the thought of just being railed already.

“M-Mm-hm..” You manage, nodding your head as you feel Kirishima smirk against your panties.

“You gonna let me, baby? Gonna let me fuck that cunt? Hm?” At this point he’s slurping on your pussy as he’s talking to you with that filthy mouth of his. God yes, you wanted to say but he’s devouring so good the only thing you can say is his title.

“D-Daddy! Ughhn fuck.” You cry, nearing your end surprisingly fast as his soft lips wrap around your aching clit.

“C’mon, baby. Cum all over my fucking mouth.” He huffed against you, humming into your pussy as he reattached his lips onto the throbbing bud. You arch your back up off the bed, toes curling and eyes rolled at the back of your head as you do as you were told.

Curses leave your lips as Kirishima continues his assault on your pussy, fucking you through your orgasm and working on a second one as he now has those fingers inside you. You gasp, whimpering as he hooked his fingers just like always to drive you crazy. Works everytime.

“Daddy, p-please. S’too much!” You lament, trying to pry your poor overstimulated pussy away from the hungry beast devouring you.

Kirishima loves when you try to escape him; an ego trip floating in his mind as he watched you writhe and struggle to leave his strong grasp.

“Uh-uh baby, where ya goin’?” He teased, latching his mouth onto your pussy as he fingered you. His lips were replaced by his warm tongue, licking and sucking as he stroked your walls with his fingers. You melt under his touch, worrying that the other guests staying on your floor could hear your desperate cries for more.

“God, give it to me. Fuckin’ give it to me.” Kiri soothed, feeling your hands tangle into his long red tresses as another orgams ripped through your whole body. Your thighs clamp around his head as you shake like a leaf. He paused for a moment to take in your half-ruined body, hungry for the satisfaction completely railing you into a stuttering mess.

Kirishima sits right up and grabs your face to plant a sinful kiss, tongues tasting each other as moans exchange between the two of you.

He pulls away, slick coating his chin as he hoisted himself on top of you. He propped himself up on one arm, the other taking his bulging cock into his hand to tease against your dripping folds.

“So fucking wet, baby.” He panted, “Ready for me? Want my dick inside you? Huh baby?” He cooed, the only thing he can hear is an out of breath and whiny little baby begging for his dick.

Kirishima sat up, pulling you off the bed as he wrapped your legs around him. You mewl at his brut strength, him lifting you with such ease throwing you for a loop. You wrap your arms around his neck as he prodded himself at your soaking wet pussy, sinking your body down onto him as you both moan at the feeling.

“Gonna fill you so fucking good. You like that? You love it when I fuck you like this, dont you?” He rambled, your gummy walls felt so good wrapped around his swollen cock. His hands gripped your ass as he slammed you down onto his dick, the sudden deepness causing your nails to sink into his back.

You shriek everytime your pussy took him in, back arching as the head brushed up against your g-spot. Your legs are shaking again, watching your feet as they dangle at either side of Kirishima’s body. His thrusts are strong, purposeful as he used you like a fuck toy all while standing up.

Your pussy made embarrassing noises, Kirishima commenting as the assault continued more forcefully.

“Shiiit. I love your fucking pussy. So wet. All for me, yeah?” Your response frantic nonsense.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Yes, daddy. G-give me more.” And so he does; his grip on your hips tighten as he slams you down slower and harder repeatedly hitting your g-spot at a new angle as he hunched over with you in his arms.

He started thrusting up into you, his large hand smacking down on your ass as he pounded you into nirvana.

“Mmm, you feel so fucking good, baby. Want me to fill you? You like it when I stuff you, huh?”

There was the familiar feeling coming yet again, stomach flipping and eyes fluttering as you sob into Kirishima’s neck.

“God, yes daddy! Cum inside me please, I-I need it.” You gripe, grabbing hold of one of your breasts as you attempt to grind into his thrusts in time with him.

“You need it, baby? Oh, I’m gonna give it to you. Just cum one more time for me.” He huffed, the feeling of your sopping wet walls clamping down onto him slowly becoming too much.

You pant, your face pulling into that little fucked out face Kirishima loved as you scream his name. Your whole body ignites, curses leaving your mouth as you cream all over his dick.

“Yeahhhh. That’s it baby. ‘M gonna fill you-fuck! I love you.” Kirishima said frantically; rutting into as few times before unloading himself inside you.

You feel his cum fill you up deliciously, the feeling of his dick throbbing inside you as he oozed causing you to whine. You feel him fuck his cum inside you; eager to breed you before pulling you off of his cock with a satisfied groan.

“Fuck sake.” He gasped. You were always such a good fuck. It should be illegal for your pussy to be that good. As he pulled out of your used hole, you felt the thick liquid drip out of you as Kirishima carried you to the master bathroom which was also candlelit.

“Let’s get cleaned up and keep this going. I can’t wait to see you waddling with my baby inside you.” He manifested. You hum into his chest as he cradled you like precious cargo, running the hot water for a bath for two.

“Love you” You slur, lazily dipping a finger into the bath.

“Ditto, babe.��

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paper hearts | choi soobin [f] ; [c] 80s! au, 9.6k words

s u m m a r y ; if there was one thing you wanted to avoid on valentine’s day, it was running into your ex best friend, choi soobin. but when a series of unfortunate events involving too much purple eyeshadow, drunken punches, and one stolen bicycle leads you right back to his side, you begin to realize that maybe you truly belonged with him all along.

c o n t e n t s ; soobin x fem!reader, 80s! au, valentine’s day, ex best friend! soobin, rich boy! soobin, but he’s a major dweeb and the biggest softie, yeonjun is a major prick (i’m so sorry junnie), reader is a part time worker, soobin is best friends with lee felix of stray kids, some themes of social classes, roughly inspired by the 80s movie “pretty in pink,” mentions drugs, alcohol, and single parent households, mostly just fluff, fluff, and more fluff, with a hint of crack/humor

n o t e ; hello friends! this was a very quickly planned, last minute valentine’s day idea, and it’s actually a collab with one of my dearest friends, @chanluster ! she posted her piece of the collab as well, you can check it out by going to the collab masterlist here! this was so much fun to write and i think that 80s! soobin was just too good of a concept to pass up! anyways, happy valentine’s day, i hope you enjoy this oneshot! do leave a like, reblog, or comment if you could, it really helps so much <3

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IF ONE MORE CUT-OUT, CRAFT-PAPER HEART HIT YOU IN THE FACE, YOU WERE GOING TO QUIT YOUR JOB.

Of course you would never actually quit. With your mother out of the picture and your father working nonstop overtime just to barely have enough cash to put food on the table for the both of you, you had come to rely on your minimum wage part-time hours more than you liked to admit. However, the handmade strings of paper hearts that hung from wall to wall throughout the entirety of the record shop you were employed at was enough to make you consider it; not to mention the Phil Collins record that had been spinning all day, filling your ears with melodies embodying the very air of romance, and the embarrassing pink sweater your boss had forced you to wear. You mumbled curses beneath your breath as you pulled at the collar, itching away at your neck.

When you made a step towards a crate full of records, ready to tidy it up after a customer had rummaged through it leaving it a mess, you were met with another face full of cheap red construction paper. With a large growl of exasperation, you swatted at the hearts and accidentally caused the entire string of them to fall to the ground. You cleared your throat, glad that no customers were present to see your little outburst.

Your boss, Jen, still saw it all.

“That’s not very festive of you, kid,” She said, taking a drag on her cigarette. “It’s Valentine’s Day! Lighten up.”

“Ah, my bad. I forgot that I was supposed to be overjoyed on the day honoring the execution of St. Valentine,” You said as you gave her a sarcastic smile. “I’ll make sure to smile at the next couple that walks in and ask them how they plan to contribute to the commercialization of a martyr’s death.”

“You must be real fun at parties,” Jen mumbled. She shook her cigarette at you from behind the counter. “You’re just bitter because you don’t have a valentine. I can’t blame anyone for giving you the cold shoulder with that attitude of yours.”

You scowled, picking up the string of hearts that you had sent crashing to the floor. “I’m not bitter, and I don’t want a date. Also, I told you to stop smoking inside! It smells awful.”

“Last I checked, this was my shop, not yours.” You rolled your eyes as you approached the counter, handing the discarded string to Jen so she could throw it in the trash. “Now you’re making me do chores for you too? You’ve got some nerve, I’ll give you that.”

“Jen, please, I’m really not in the mood for this today.”

Jen shrugged, bending towards the trash can to throw away the string of hearts when she paused and pulled something from the bin. You glanced over your shoulder and gasped when you saw what she held in her hand—a small red envelope with your name scrawled across the front and a pink heart-shaped sticker stuck on the back.

“What’s this?” Jen asked, opening the envelope and shaking out the contents. A single slip of paper fell out, landing atop the counter. You rushed to grab it, but Jen snatched it up just before your fingers reached the countertop.

“Give me that,” You insisted, face growing warm. “I threw it away for a reason!”

“It’s an invitation to a party?” She seemed beyond surprised, glancing back and forth between you and the paper several times. “You got invited to a Valentine’s Day party, and instead of going, you asked me to give you extra hours? Why?”

You looked down at your feet, digging the toe of your sneaker into the blue carpet. There were, in fact, many reasons why you did not want to go to that party. They were as follows:

One: Choi Yeonjun was the one who had invited you. After you had rejected his offer when he asked to take you to a basketball game a month before, you could barely make eye contact with him in the school hallway without feeling guilty. That and the fact that he was one of the richest preps in the school, you knew he had just been asking you out for some sort of prank or dare that you preferred to not potentially fall victim to.

Two: you needed to work as much as you could. Money, as always, was tight for you and your father. There was no way you would sacrifice precious hours to go to a party full of rich kids where nothing but humiliation was sure to await you.

Three: your old childhood friend and the one person you couldn’t bear to see was probably going to be there—Choi Soobin.

You had barely spoken to Soobin in the four years you had been in high school. Crossing paths with him in the cafeteria, turning down the same aisle of books as him in the library, all those tiny stolen glances and accidental encounters were the only bits of interaction you had kept throughout all that time. The worst part was, he hadn’t done anything wrong.

It was nothing but your own cowardice that had driven the two of you apart, and you were still too afraid to own up to it.

Instead of explaining all of this to Jen, you simply shrugged and said, “I dunno. It just sounds lame.”

Your boss sighed, holding the invitation out towards you. “Okay, I’m letting you off early. Go to the party.”

With wide eyes, you shook your head immediately. “Absolutely not. Why in the world would I go?”

“Well, first of all, it’s a once in a lifetime opportunity for you. Who knows when your next chance to go to a party will be.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at that.

“Second, it’s a holiday! The only reason I even opened today was because you were begging me for hours. I thought it was because you were bummed about having no plans, but clearly it’s because you wanted an excuse to be a recluse.”

“Hey, I’m not a recluse.”

“Clearly.” She shook the invitation at you once more, brows raised. “If you go, I’ll raise your pay by fifty cents for the next month.”

Your ears perked up at that.

“Well?” She asked, well aware that she had hit the jackpot. “What'd ya say?”

Weighing the risks against the benefits, you bit the inside of your cheek.

“Make it a dollar and you’ve got a deal.”

“HAPPY VALENTINE’S, CHOI.”

When Soobin heard the sarcastic remark coming from his best friend, Felix, he had to fight back the urge to burst into tears then and there. He still wasn’t quite sure how Felix had convinced him to come, but he was already regretting it. The last thing he wanted to do to celebrate the day dedicated to love was spend it at a house party—or, as Soobin preferred to call them, any outcast high school kid’s version of hell on earth.

With a quick peek between his fingers, which he had used to cover his eyes immediately upon arriving at the site of the Valentine’s party, Soobin caught another eye-full of couples getting all too familiar with one another out in the open. He gulped, letting his hands grip the handles of the bike as he averted his gaze, choosing to cast his best glare at Felix, who was busy adjusting his ever-present beanie.

“Shut up,” he murmured, slowly sliding off the seat of his bike. He dusted off the worn, tearing cushion, glancing around the area. “Now quick, we gotta put our stuff somewhere safe.”

Felix looked aghast, making no moves to help Soobin in his search for a hiding spot. “What are you doing?”

“Tryna find a safe place for my bike?” He thought the answer to be somewhat obvious, but clearly Felix wasn’t on the same track of thinking. “You don’t know today’s world! Anyone is willing to steal nowadays.”

“Soobin, your bike is coughing up oil from its chains. It should be in its own care home at this rate.”

“I don’t wanna hear your slander, skater boy,” Soobin retorted, eyeing Felix’s ebony skateboard that he refused to be seen without. As if on cue, when he pushed his bike forward, the chains squealed, drawing the attention of a pair of particularly passionate individuals who had been wrapped up with one another moments before. Soobin ignored their annoyed stares, feeling his ears burn from embarrassment. He glanced back to Felix. “Help me find a hiding spot.”

Felix was anything but enthusiastic, but he began to help Soobin search nonetheless.

“Slide it in here, Soobs,” Felix called a few moments later. He was pointed to an empty space between the home’s perfectly trimmed bushes. Soobin pursed his lips together, pushing his large glasses further up the bridge of his nose—a nervous tick of his. Felix groaned, rolling his eyes. “Or you can leave it out in the open so it’ll spit more oil on the passersby? Is that what you want?”

“Fine, fine!” Soobin huffed, wheeling his bike over to the shrubbery, chains squeaking all the way. He carefully laid it beneath the brush and moved a few branches to cover it up nicely. He stood up straight, dusting his hands on the front of his loose blue jeans. “What about your skateboard?”

Felix gave the board a pat, awarding his most prized possession a dazzling smile one would expect to see a proud father giving his beloved son. But in reality, it was the school’s stoner grinning ear to ear at his old, dusty skateboard. “Nightrider stays with me.”

Soobin scrunched his nose, cringing on instinct. He still calls that thing by that stupid name?

Felix clapped him on the shoulder before he could make a remark, catching him off guard when he said, “Right. Let’s go and get your girl.”

There was nothing Soobin could do to stop the flush that rushed to his cheeks right away. Images of you, his ex-best friend and the only reason he had even come to this party in the first place, flashed through his mind. Had he not overheard Yeonjun invite you earlier that morning and then casually mention the encounter to Felix, there was no way he would have even stepped foot out of his house that night. Part of him was peeved, wishing he had never uttered a single word about you to his overbearing friend. Yet, deep down, there was hope within him—the tiniest sliver.

If there was even the slightest chance that he could talk to you that night, he would do anything. Even if it meant dealing with a stupid party, and the never-ceasing teasing he was bound to continue receiving from Felix.

“Don’t even say that,” He said, emphasizing each word as they walked up the front steps. Soobin had to glance down at his much shorter friend to see the devious grin on his freckled face.

“Say what? That she’s your girl, your woman, your one and only?”

The blush must have been creeping to his neck by that point. He could feel it. “I. . .” There were many things Soobin wished to say; angry words that would hopefully shut the blonde skater boy up real quick. But he couldn’t bring himself to say a single harsh word, so he sighed in defeat. “I can’t even say it.”

“That you hate me?” Felix only grinned even bigger, and Soobin couldn’t help the tiny defeated smile that slipped over his features. “Oh, I know. It’s because I’m too good of a best friend.”

They stepped into the house then, instantly being overwhelmed by loud music, boisterous laughter, and drunken yells echoing throughout the halls. Soobin latched onto Felix right away, gripping his friend’s sleeve as someone stumbled into him, a bit of beer spilling from their cup. He pushed his glasses up, only for them to slide right back down as he began to sweat.

“Maybe we should go home, Lix!” Soobin shouted to be heard over the noise as they travelled further into the house. “We can always try next year!”

“Stop being a scaredy-cat!” Felix shouted back, and Soobin thought he might actually begin to cry as they squeezed their way into the living room. Soobin nearly gagged at the strong smell of alcohol as it burned in his nose. The scene was nothing short of a nightmare to Soobin—loud voices, smoke rising in the air, vodka assaulting his nose and sweat beading on the back of his neck. He had never been one to drink, and he didn’t plan on starting that night; but he was beginning to understand what Felix meant when he had once told him it was nearly impossible to get through one of these parties sober.

He was about to make another complaint and beg to leave when someone from the crowd hollered his name, causing him to wince when he recognized that voice as the one that belonged to none other than Choi Yeonjun.

“Soobin! Where you been?”

Soobin smiled nervously at the school’s heartthrob—and textbook snobby rich kid—before he turned back to Felix. He didn’t want to leave his friend, but he knew that he would never hear the end of it if he ignored Yeonjun’s persistent calls. “I’ll be right back,” He promised Felix, still holding onto his sleeve.

“No, no,” Felix assured. “You go. You’ll probably find her around that place anyway.”

Soobin wasn’t so sure of that. You were definitely not of the right social standing to be caught amongst the circle of the school’s rich boys—which was why it had surprised Soobin that Yeonjun had invited you to the party in the first place. Your high school had its own caste system, and you were near the bottom of it.

And, as much as it pained him to admit it, Soobin was stuck at the very top with all the other rich snobs who cared about nothing more than their daily allowances that came straight from their daddy’s bank account.

“What about you, buddy?” He asked Felix, desperate for any excuse to remain by his friend’s side. He would have tried to bring Felix with him, but his friend was in an even worse social standing than you were—he was poor, and he was most known for being the school’s pothead. There was no way Soobin would willingly drag him into a situation where nothing but slander and torment awaited him.

“Me?” Felix shrugged, gripping his board tighter. “I’ll just smoke away the night.”

Soobin pouted, glancing back at the group of preps as they called for him once again. He sighed, clapping Felix on the shoulder. “Just make sure you won’t smell too much of it when I come back.”

Submitting himself to his doom then, he turned on his heel and slowly made his way to where the group of boys sat near the sofa, giving them a half-hearted wave.

“Why were you hanging around that Felix guy?” Yeonjun asked once Soobin had reached their circle. “Did he blackmail you or something?”

Soobin frowned, pushing his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “He’s my friend.”

Yeonjun rolled his eyes, brushing a hand through his perfectly-straightened ebony locks. “Sure he is. Tell me, do you see every kid you find on the streets as some sort of personal charity project? Or is it just Felix and—what was her name—” He snapped his fingers then before he said, “Y/N, right?”

Soobin didn’t respond—well, it was more like he couldn’t respond. By nature he was a very passive being, but nothing drew him closer to bouts of anger than when the people he cared about were being insulted right before him.

Especially when it came to you.

Yet, as much as he wanted to tell Yeonjun off or give him a nice shove into the smoke-stained walls, words failed him. They always did. Perhaps this was why you had abandoned him all those years ago. Nobody knew him better than you did, so of course you were able to see what he truly was beneath all the expensive clothes and nervous laughter—a coward.

He figured that he’d probably have left himself too.

“Drink up, buttercup.” The chipper voice that belonged to the other Choi in the small gathering of socialites, Choi Beomgyu, thrust a plastic red cup towards Soobin’s chest.

He shook his head, throwing another wavering smile in his direction. “No thanks. I don’t drink.”

Yeonjun rolled his eyes. “Of course you don’t. Why are you even here then?”

Once again, Soobin chose silence as his only response. He swallowed, patting the front pocket of his denim jacket. As the group of boys began conversing once more, he couldn’t help but let his eyes wander around the room, searching every drunken face for the features that belonged to you, trying to hear your name in every conversation, desperate for your voice to break through the blasting music and shouting voices.

“Who ya looking for there, Big Choi?” Soobin grimaced at the nickname. He was skinny, but incredibly tall, and nobody would let him forget that. “Big Choi” was one of his most common nicknames among the elitists. He despised it, but of course, he would never voice that aloud.

He glanced at Beomgyu and smiled nervously again, shaking his head. “Nobody.”

His eyes met Yeonjun’s and he gulped yet again as the latter eyed him with suspicion. It wasn’t as though he had anything to hide, but something about Yeonjun’s calculating gaze made his skin crawl.

He needed to escape. Just for a moment, at least.

“I’ll be right back. Going to find some water.”

He slipped out of the living room then, apologizing profusely to each couple he accidentally bumped into, bowing in remorse to each person’s toes his big feet happened to stumble over. He ached to be by Felix’s side—the stoned skateboarder had become somewhat of a security blanket to the taller of the duo—but his blonde friend was nowhere to be seen.

After snagging a bottle of water from the kitchen, Soobin managed to slip into an empty bathroom. He slammed the door shut and wasted no time in locking it. Letting out the biggest sigh of relief, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the door, taking a big gulp of the ice cold water.

He set the bottle on the counter and carefully reached into the front pocket of his jacket, his fingers finding the piece of paper he had been storing there all evening. He pulled it out and let his eyes wander over his middle school creation. It was a big heart, cut out from a scrap piece of red construction paper. Scrawled across it in his eight-grade handwriting were the words, Be mine this Valentine’s! His name was etched at the bottom, and at the very top, delicately printed in hot pink glitter glue, your name was written as well.

He had planned to give this to you four years ago on Valentine’s day. Everything had been planned out perfectly; he was to pick you up on his old, trusty bike. It wasn’t really made for two people, but the two of you had fashioned a makeshift extra seat for you to sit upon whenever you went places together.

He wanted to take you to the Dairy Shack, which was the local ice cream shop where the two of you spent the most time together. You always got a large chocolate shake to share, playing a quick game of rock, paper, scissors to decide who got to eat the cherry on top. He was going to order a shake and specially ask for two cherries that time, and planned to give both of them to you before he would bravely present you with the handmade card he had spent all day working on.

However, when he waited for you outside your house that day, the red dusk turned to pitch black night, and you never stepped foot out your door.

He had even gone up to your door a few times and knocked, but there was no answer. Eventually he pedalled off into the night, back to his house. He was disappointed, of course, but more worried than anything else. He had hoped you weren’t sick.

But when he saw you at school the next day, he knew that hadn’t been the case.

And when you ignored him calling your name as you passed by him in the hallways, he knew that something had drastically changed.

For weeks, Soobin was in great turmoil as he replayed your last few encounters together before you had stood him up. Perhaps you were angry that he had won the last few games of rock, paper, scissors? If he had known, he would have given you all the cherries for the rest of time if it meant you would still talk to him. He didn’t care about them—he cared about you.

He missed you.

And as weeks turned to months, and months turned to years, you still barely spoke to him, and he missed you more and more. The best friend he had wanted to take a step closer to had taken a thousand steps back from him, and he still had no idea why.

But that night, he was determined to find out.

Well, if he could muster up the courage to get a single word out, of course.

He folded the heart back up and stuck it back in his pocket, taking a deep breath as he observed himself in the fogged-up mirror. He fixed his bright blue hair that Felix had helped him bleach and dye, making sure the pieces fell over the corners of his eyes just right. He straightened his white turtleneck and cuffed the sleeves of his denim jacket until he was at least somewhat content with his appearance.

“You can do this, Soobs,” He told himself, adjusting his big round glasses further up the bridge of his nose. “That’s what Felix would say.”

“Hey, rich boy!” A loud scream came from outside the bathroom door, accompanied by harsh knocking that sent Soobin stumbling backwards until he fell in the shower, pulling the curtains down with him.

“Hurry up in there! I’m about to piss myself!”

Soobin let out a shaky sigh, scrambling to his feet as he rushed to fix the curtain he had torn down with his clumsiness. “Sorry,” he mumbled, though he doubted the person on the other side of the door could hear him.

He realized then with an ever growing dread that it would be a miracle if he survived the night long enough to even find you, but it would take the work of God himself for him to actually speak to you.

He figured it was time for him to start praying.

YOU KNEW IT WAS A MISTAKE TO LET JEN DO YOUR MAKEUP.

When she had stopped you on your way out the door with a compact of bright purple eyeshadow, you had turned her down right away. No way in all of creation were you walking in a party with such an atrocious color caked up to your brow bone.

“How can you say it’s gonna look bad if you haven’t even let me try?” Jen had asked.

You had given her a once-over, your lips pressed into a thin line. “If it’s gonna look anything like the way you do your own makeup, I’m gonna have to pass.”

After that snide remark, she had threatened to fire you if you didn’t let her apply the makeup. And so you obliged, though you didn’t have much of a choice.

The booming sounds of the party hit your ears before you had even reached the lawn. Screaming teens—well, there were probably some adults thrown in there as well—and the sound of music spilled through the open windows of the home. Couples and singles alike were scattered throughout the perfectly kept lawn that was now littered with empty cups and other assortments of garbage.

You looked down at your patchwork jeans and pink sweater, certain that you would be underdressed compared to the rest of the partygoers. But from the looks of things, as you carefully squeezed your way through the front door and into the home, everyone was probably too wasted to even notice your arrival, let alone care about your looks.

You caught a glimpse of your face in the hallway mirror, cringing at the sight of your eyeshadow. You had tried to wipe some of it away before arriving, but it simply smudged, giving you quite the shocking smoky, purple eye look. For someone who didn’t even know the difference between a paintbrush and a makeup brush, it was a bold look, to say the least.

If Soobin saw you looking like this, he’d probably have a heart attack.

Soobin.

In the midst of all your frantic preparation, you had nearly forgotten about the main reason why you had planned to avoid this party at all costs. With a quick glance around the room, you realized that he was nowhere to be seen. You wouldn’t have been surprised if he hadn’t shown up at all. He was never a fan of parties, anyway.

You crossed your arms over your chest and slowly slipped past the couples crowding the hallway with their limbs intertwined, mouths practically swallowing one another whole, until you reached the living room. Surprisingly, it was less crowded in here than you thought it might be. A few minglers were scattered about the room’s perimeter, but they all kept away from the center of the room, which was occupied by none other than Choi Yeonjun and all his brainless, rich-boy worshippers. You quickly scanned the group, not able to make out Soobin among them. When you realized he wasn’t there, you were partly relieved and partly disappointed. If was to be anywhere at this party, it would probably be with these guys.

With a quick turn on your heel, you planned to make your way out of the living room before Yeonjun could see you. The last thing you wanted was for the boy with a bruised ego to see you, regardless of whether or not he had been the one to invite you.

“Y/N? You came?”

Too late.

Plastering a forced grin to your face, you slowly turned to face Yeonjun, who had just called your name. He was eyeing you with slight surprise, but soon, a smirk slipped across his lips as he motioned for you to come over. You had to hold back your sigh, wishing there was some way for you to get out of this situation. It was all Jen’s fault that you had to show up in the first place. You decided you were going to demand an extra ten cents be added to your raise the next time you saw your pushy boss.

“Hey Yeonjun,” you said once you had walked over to him. “I figured I’d stop by for a minute or two, since you were kind enough to invite me.”

He smirked, glancing at a few of his friends. They shared a knowing laugh with one another, but the meaning of it was lost to you. You wanted nothing more than to get away from them, but that wasn’t an option.

“You’re too busy to go out with me to a basketball game but free enough to come to a party, huh?” He asked.

You blinked, digging your nails into your arms. “I’m sorry?”

“It’s fine, really,” He drawled, swirling his plastic cup of beer in his hand. “You didn’t think I’d be upset or anything did you? I only asked you out because I was dared to shack up with you. But I’m guessing you already knew that, since you’re so smart and all.”

Your eyes went wide, but you managed to control the rest of your expression. It was just like you had guessed—Yeonjun had invited you to the party with the sole purpose of making a scene.

If you survived the night, Jen was never going to hear the end of it.

“You’re not gonna say anything?” He asked, pushing himself to his feet. You could tell by the slight stumble in his step and his hooded eyes that he had quite a bit to drink. He took a step towards you, causing you to back up immediately. Your back hit the wall, and you placed your palms against it as Yeonjun towered over you.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I know why you’re here anyways.” He leaned forward, his lips hovering near your ear. “You’re here to see Soobin, aren’t you? Since he’s the only one here willing to waste his time on filth like you.”

Your blood boiled, and you had to clench your fists at your sides to control your anger.

“Don’t,” You seethed, “Call me that.”

“Call you what? Filth? Or sweetheart? Why, is that something good old Binnie used to call you—”

He never got to finish that sentence, because with one big burst of anger, you stomped on his toe as hard as you could with your worn-out platform sneaker.

“What the hell!” He screeched, drawing the attention of several others in the room. His outburst even caused a few of the couples to pull away from each other’s faces long enough to eavesdrop.

Before you could even say anything back, lukewarm liquid was splashed up in your face, burning your eyes and nose. You gasped, running your hands over your eyes to see Yeonjun with his now empty cup of beer pointed towards you.

“Think twice before you act out against me next time, sweetheart. Never forget your place.”

Tears of anger burned in your eyes, and you scanned the room to see several people exchanging whispers and giggles as they glanced in your direction. You pushed past Yeonjun and quickly made your way out the back door of the house, unable to stand the humiliation for a moment longer.

Soobin arrived in the living room just in time to see you leave.

He wasted no time in rushing towards Yeonjun, grabbing hold of his arm. “Yeonjun, was that Y/N?” He asked, eyes quickly taking in the puddle of alcohol on the floor and the empty cup in Yeonjun’s hand. “What happened?”

“Nothing you need to worry your pretty blue head about, Big Choi. I just put her in her place is all.”

Soobin’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean you ‘put her in her place?’”

Yeonjun laughed, giving Soobin a nonchalant pat on the back. “Just drop it, would you? It has nothing to do with you.”

“What did you say, Yeonjun?”

Yeonjun was growing irritated now. He huffed out a breath, crossing his arms over his chest. “I said it has nothing to do with you, Soobin. I know you like to hang around people like that pothead Felix, but the rest of us live in the real world, where we’d rather not waste our time with those who have no future anyways. I bet he’s the one that got you to dye your hair that god awful blue, isn’t he?”

Soobin bit the inside of his cheek. He so badly wished to rip Yeonjun to shreds then and there. If he had Felix’s courage, the cocky bastard would have been knocked to the ground ages ago. But if there was one thing Soobin was sure he could never be, it was brave. And so, despite his rage, he remained silent, his eyes practically burning a hole through Yeonjun’s chest from how intently he was glaring.

It seemed as though Yeonjun was about to say something, but his eyes landed on the bit of red that peeked through the front pocket of Soobin’s denim jacket. Before Soobin had time to defend himself, Yeonjun had reached forward and snatched it from his pocket, revealing the large paper heart—his valentine for you.

“So this is why you care so much,” Yeonjun said, laughing as his eyes scanned the glittery words that decorated the page. “You want her to be your valentine.”

“Give that back,” Soobin said quietly, his hands beginning to shake.

Yeonjun instead lifted his eyes to Soobin, gave him a sickly sweet grin, and ripped the heart straight down the middle. He let the two pieces fall from his hands to the ground, and with them Soobin’s heart went also.

“You’re really willing to try and go against me, and for what? For the sake of a girl who can’t even afford a new pair of jeans and a boy that smokes his life away in the bathroom stalls?” Yeonjun took a slow step towards Soobin, his eyes glinting with a sinister determination. “You may be rich, Soobin, but if you choose to lower yourself to their standards, you may as well be dirt poor just like they are.”

With his hands clenched into tight fists, his glasses sliding down his nose, and his heart quite literally in two pieces on the floor below him, Soobin decided that he had had enough.

“I’d much rather be associated with people who are kind and have actual depth to their character than be lumped together with a bunch of pricks like you with no real personality—because that’s something you can’t buy with daddy’s paycheck.”

He had to physically restrain himself from slapping his hand across his own mouth in shock. It was as if the spirit of Felix himself had possessed him to say such harsh things. He wondered where Felix was then, wishing more than ever before to have his best friend by his side as he began to tremble from either the rush of adrenaline that coursed through his veins, or from fear. Or perhaps it was both.

He didn’t have time to ponder it any longer before Yeonjun’s fist collided with his nose, resulting in a sickening crack as pain echoed throughout his face in tidal waves.

He stumbled backward as people began to shout, raising his hand to his nose and gasping when he saw that his palm was covered in blood.

Beomgyu had his arms wrapped around Yeonjun, who was desperately trying to lunge towards Soobin once again.

“Knock it off, Yeonjun!” Beomgyu shouted, pushing the elder back. “His dad is on the school board! Are you trying to get expelled?”

Beomgyu looked over his shoulder at the still stunned Soobin, who was gaping at the blood that now stained his once white turtleneck.

“Get lost, Soobin,” Beomgyu said, to which Soobin only blinked in reply, his ears ringing.

“Now!”

Head spinning, Soobin picked up the two halves of his paper heart, stuffed them into his jeans, and stumbled out the same door he had seen you go through just minutes before. After checking to make sure his glasses were still intact—they were, thankfully—he shook his head in an effort to clear his mind of the static, eyes scanning the front lawn looking for any trace of you.

It didn’t take long for his eyes to spot you among the now dwindling crowd of partygoers. Your bright pink sweater stood out against the darkness, so he was able to recognize you even with your back towards him. He sniffed, wiping the back of his hand against his dripping nose as he slowly made his way to where you sat on the curb, your feet planted on the asphalt street. He wished that he looked a bit more presentable—when he played this scene out in his head over the years in which he would finally reunite with you, he never imagined himself dazed and covered in blood.

Desperate times called for desperate measures, he supposed.

When he reached you, he simply stood beside you in silence for a moment, unsure of what to say. He could tell that you sensed his presence, but you refused to look up at him as you kept your face buried in your hands. He could have sworn he heard a few muffled sobs slip through your fingers, but of course, he wasn’t going to bring that up.

Eventually he decided to slip his jacket off of his shoulders, leaning down to drape it over you. You still kept your head down as he sat beside you on the curb, but he watched you grip the jacket and pull it tighter around your body. He smiled a bit, holding the collar of his turtleneck against his throbbing nose.

“Thank you,” you muttered, wiping your hand across your eyes. You finally looked over at him, and when you did, you couldn’t hold back your gasp. “My God Soobin, what happened to your face?”

“Oh, well, I might have gotten punched,” He said quickly, trying to wave off your concern. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Punched? By who?”

He looked down at the ground, sniffing as a drop of blood hit the pavement. “Yeonjun,” he muttered under his breath.

“I’m sorry, did you just say Yeonjun? Are you insane? Why on earth would you butt heads with the Choi Yeonjun?”

Soobin didn’t say anything in response, he simply stared at you, eyes wide with beer dripping off the ends of your hair, makeup smeared across your face, your sweater stained down the front. It didn’t seem to take long for you to put the pieces together, as the shock left your face and was replaced with something akin to guilt.

“Oh,” You said, looking back down at your shoes.

“So she knows that I did it all for her,” Soobin thought.

For some reason, the idea of that both terrified and excited him.

A second later, he glanced over to see you ripping one of the hand-sewed patches of fabric off your jeans, leaving a square of your skin exposed to the chilly night air. You leaned towards him, pushing his hand away from his nose so you could use the patch to clean up some of the blood on and around his puffy red nose.

“Y/N, your pants!” He exclaimed, trying to push your hand away. “They’re ruined!”

“I’m not worried about my pants, you idiot,” You said, swatting his hand away as you continued to press the cloth against his skin. “You got punched in the face because of me, this is the least I could do.”

“That was my choice though,” He muttered, although he stopped trying to resist your touch. He ignored the way his heart thrummed harder in his chest, hoping that you couldn’t hear.

“Well, this is my choice too.” Your eyes flicked to his for a brief moment, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth. “Why did you do it, by the way?”

“Do what?”

“Stand up to Yeonjun for me and get a nasty nosebleed as a result.”

“Oh.” He blinked slowly, keeping his eyes fixed on yours. “Just ‘cause.”

“Because . . . ?”

“Because of you.” He blurted, causing your hand to go still against him. He swallowed his fear, braving the best smile that he could. “Just you. That was my only reason.”

You didn’t say anything as your hand fell from his face, the cloth clutched between your fingers. The anxiety he had tried his best to suppress came rushing up all at once, and he was surprised that his ears didn’t begin to squeal like a tea kettle from all the pressure.

“Y/N,” He said, gently placing his hand over yours despite how his fingers trembled. “Why did you pull away from me?”

“What?”

“Four years ago. Why did you stop talking to me?”

You were quiet for a moment, digging into the ground with the toe of your sneaker. Soobin held his breath until you finally replied with, “I was afraid.”

“Afraid? Of what?”

“We were getting older, Binnie,” You said, and his heart skipped at the use of your old nickname for him. “You and I, we’re from very different walks of life. You get to hang out with people like Yeonjun, whereas I get a cup of beer poured all over my face just for existing, and you get a fist to the nose for trying to stand up for me. We’re from different sides of the track, one might say.”

“So?” Soobin asked, his hand tightening around yours. “Did you really think that would affect us that much, Y/N?”

You frowned, glancing down at his hand over yours.

“I thought you’d be embarrassed of me,” You said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Embarrassed?” Soobin’s eyes went wide as he gripped your hand tighter still, pulling it into his lap. “Y/N, I would never, ever be embarrassed of you. Besides, have you seen my best friend? He’s on a first name basis with the principal because of how often he gets written up for smoking behind the school. If I’m not embarrassed of him, why would I ever be embarrassed of you?”

You laughed, wiping the back of your hand across your eyes once more. “I guess I was worried about nothing, huh?” You sniffed, giving his hand a squeeze. “I’m sorry, Soobin.”

He shook his head, squeezing your hand right back. “Don’t apologize. You’re here now, that’s what matters. Do think we could—you know—”

“Pick up where we left off?” You smiled, nodding vigorously. “I’d like that very much, Binnie.”

He beamed then, almost pinching himself to be sure that he was not dreaming, but the pain in his nose was real enough to remind him of that on its own. He jumped to his feet, pulling you right up with him.

“In that case, how about we finally go on that Valentine’s date I had planned all the way back then?”

“Date?” You asked, a brow raised. “Is it really considered a date if two friends are just hanging out?”

He didn’t respond as he pulled you along behind him towards the bushes where he and Felix had hidden his bike. He crouched down and moved the branches aside, feeling his heart drop to his stomach when he realized that his bike was, in fact, no longer there.

He shot up, turning to face you with eyes wide. “Felix—that bastard took my bike!”

You were quiet for a moment, but then, you burst into boisterous laughter, leaving Soobin utterly confused.

“It’s not funny, Y/N!” He whined, shoving your shoulder lightly. “I was supposed to take you to the Dairy Shack on my bike!”

“It is funny,” You said between bursts of laughter. “Only you would get such a rusty old piece of metal stolen from you.”

He pushed his lips out in a pout, sliding his glasses up his sore nose. “It’s a good bike, don’t make fun of it.”

You grinned, interlocking his fingers with yours, which was enough to instantly wipe the pout right off his face.

“Let’s just walk, Binnie. The Dairy Shack isn’t that far anyways.”

You were right; the walk to your favorite milkshake place was very close to the house where the party had occurred. Although Felix stealing his bike had thrown an obvious wrench in his plans, it was a minor hiccup, and one he could most definitely handle. Besides, he wouldn’t have to see Felix until the next day anyways. He could deal with his frustration then.

At least, that’s what he thought anyways, until the two of you spotted Felix at the skatepark on your way to the dairy shack.

Soobin’s eyes took in the deplorable sight before him—from where he stood on the dimly lit sidewalk, he could see Felix and a girl he had never seen before, their faces nearly pressed together, and most importantly, with his bike discarded a few yards away from them.

“Soobin,” You said, tugging on his arm. “They look like they’re busy, let’s just go—”

But Soobin, who had little patience when it came to Felix messing up his plans, didn’t let you finish before he screamed, “Give me back my freaking bike!”

You had to hold back your snort of laughter at his choice of words. Even when he was trying to sound angry, he was undeniably adorable.

Soobin watched as Felix startled, clutching his spliff between his fingers as he glared daggers back at his friend. Soobin gulped, trying not to let his fear show on his face. What did he have to be afraid of, anyways? He was the victim of thievery, and his best friend was the offender.

Felix took a big step towards him, but he paused, his eyes landing on your interlocked hands. Soobin glanced down as well, his face growing furiously warm as he realized the situation he had gotten himself into.

He decided to divert the subject before it could even be brought up by saying, “I can’t believe you stole my bike! All this time I was trying to hide it from strangers, but you, my best friend! I should’ve been hiding it from you!”

Soobin noticed Felix’s female companion step off the skateboard and walk over in his direction, and for a second he felt bad for possibly ruining her night with his best friend. However, his frustration was more prominent in the moment as he fixed his gaze back on his best friend, who had fixed a mischievous smirk upon his face that made warning sirens blare in Soobin’s head right away.

“Now, now, buddy,” Felix said, his voice calm and carefree as ever. It probably had something to do with what he had just smoked, but Soobin didn’t care all that much. “You’re just gonna have to let me borrow it for a little longer.”

Soobin nearly laughed at the audacity of such a statement. “You are gonna give me the bike, or—”

“How about this, Soobs?” Soobin’s lips clamped shut at his friend’s interruption, as the thief in question gestured with his joint to where Soobin’s fingers were locked with yours. “You let me keep your bike for the night, and I don’t tell your dad about you hanging out with the opposite gender.”

Unable to control yourself, you let out a big laugh. Soobin would have felt betrayed, but he was more terrified than anything else at the idea of his father finding out that he was taking a girl out without his permission. He would be grounded for weeks—no, months.

“You wouldn’t.”

Felix’s lips curled up even more into a twisted grin that Soobin wished he had the guts to slap off his face. “God, just imagine the look on Mr. Choi’s face. Imagine him finding out about your premarital hand holding.”

No. Not the hand holding.

Soobin almost felt faint, but he steeled himself to the best of his abilities as he cleared his throat. “One night, Lix,” he warned. “If I don’t see it on my porch in the morning, you’ll be sorry!”

“Oh, I’m so scared,” Felix teased. His expression changed a moment later though, when he finally noticed Soobin’s swollen nose and blood-stained turtleneck. “Wait, Soobs, the hell happened to you?”

Soobin, however, had already taken his first steps away from the skatepark, pulling you along behind him. “I’ll tell you later, bud. Enjoy your spliff with that kind girl who you probably don’t deserve!”

“Hey!”

Soobin couldn’t help but laugh as he swung your interlocked hands together, grinning as you let out a laugh as well. The anger that had seeped through him seemed to melt away in an instant as the two of you continued your journey to the Dairy Shack.

“Would your dad really be that upset if he found out about this?” You asked.

Soobin grimaced. “We should probably wait til next year to tell him about this outing. Or maybe the year after that.”

When the two of you had finally reached the Dairy Shack, you waited outside for him while he went in to order your drink. A large chocolate milkshake, with two straws, just like you used to get every time before.

When he had the drink in hand, he walked back outside and sat down beside you on the curb, smiling as you wrapped his jacket tighter around your shoulders. You smiled back up at him, your eyes creasing from the expression. Your smile had always struck him right to his core; he had missed seeing it every day.

He hoped he could see it every morning and every night from that day onward. There was no way he would let you go this time.

He just had to muster up the courage to grab hold of you first.

“You know what, Binnie, you turned out to be a lot taller than I thought you ever would be,” you said as you took one of the straws from his hands. “You’re actually enormous. It’s shocking.”

“Should I find that offensive? It sounds kinda like an insult.”

“Take it however you will,” You teased, leaning over as he popped the plastic lid off the milkshake. He grabbed the cherry by the stem and held it towards you.

“What are you doing?” You asked, holding out your fist. “We have to rock, paper, scissors for it. Remember?”

Soobin laughed as he shook his head. “I’m giving it to you this time. It’s what I planned to do all those years ago, when I asked you to hang out on Valentine’s.”

You seemed to be taken aback, but you simply shrugged as you plucked the cherry from his hand and pulled it from the stem with your teeth, glancing back over at him. It was silent for a moment, but then your eyes landed on the pocket of his jeans, where you could see a bit of red paper poking out. You leaned over even further, reaching your hand out to snatch the paper.

“What are you—hey! Give that back!”

Soobin desperately tried to take his Valentine back from you, but it was too late. You held both halves of what used to be a whole in your hands, your eyes scanning the words as you pieced them together.

“Soobin . . .”

He held his breath. Had his act of young love left you completely speechless? Were you so touched that you would burst into tears?

“This looks like a middle schooler made it.”

He let out the breath in the form of a long, long sigh.

“That’s because it was made by a middle schooler,” He said as he set the milkshake down beside him. “I made it back in the eighth grade. I planned to give it to you that Valentine’s.”

“Oh.” You ran your finger along the card’s surface, the smallest smile creeping across your lips. “Well in that case, it’s not half bad. Why’s it ripped though?”

“Ah—well, Yeonjun . . .”

You nodded, taking another glance at his swollen nose. “No need to elaborate. It seems you had a lot planned for our Valentine’s Day back then. Is there anything else you wanted to do?”

His mouth went dry at that, and he wished that you couldn’t see his face because he was sure that his expression was quite comical. All the way back then, four years prior, he had in fact planned the perfect, ideal day in his head. Picking you up on his bike, giving you the cherry from his milkshake, and presenting you with his hand made card.

There was only one thing left on his list.

He didn’t move at first, willing himself to have enough courage to even look back in your direction. But when he finally did allow his eyes to meet yours, he felt his shoulders relax and his heart rate became more manageable.

He took a deep breath, leaned forward, and pressed his lips against your cheek.

He lingered there for only a moment before he pulled back, daring to pry one of his eyes open to take in the look on your face.

The disappointment was palpable—from the way your brows furrowed together and the way you pursed your lips. His stomach dropped, and he scooted the tiniest bit away from you.

“I’m sorry,” He blurt out, his face growing warmer by the second. “I shouldn’t have done that, I just—”

“Is that all?”

Your question stopped him mid-ramble, his eyes growing wide. “Huh?”

“Is that all?” You repeated, closing the distance between you that he had created. “It’s Valentine’s Day, Soobin. I think we can do better than a peck on the cheek.”

The implications of what you were saying didn’t register with him right away, but when it finally did, he could have sworn his heart began to beat loud enough for the entire town to hear. His hand curled into a fist as he gripped the denim of his jeans. He leaned forward, keeping his eyes open just enough to watch you as he brought his lips closer to yours. He could feel your eyes on him all the while, causing his heart to pound fiercer still within him.

When he was just a breath away, he whispered, “Can you close your eyes?”

“Hm?”

He lifted his hand, gently placing it over your eyes. He leaned closer then, filling the space between you both as his lips met yours. You tasted vaguely of cherry and strawberry slice soda, and he found it quite nice the way his lips seemed to fit perfectly against your own. As the seconds drew on, your hands slipped around his neck, pulling him closer. He slowly let his hand fall from your eyes, tracing lines with the tips of his fingers down your cheek before he cradled your jaw, letting his lips part just enough to taste the sweet sugar on your lips once more.

He thought in a haze that it was a good thing he didn’t drink anything at the party, as kissing you was proving to be intoxicating enough on its own.

When you finally pulled away, leaving your forehead resting against his, he let his eyes flutter open enough to see the euphoric smile that adorned your features. He grinned as well, gently running his thumb against your cheek.

“I think that back then, I had planned to ask you this before kissing you,” He whispered, “But Y/N, will you be my Valentine?”

Instead of a spoken answer, you laughed, leaning forward to capture his lips with yours once again, and that was the only answer Choi Soobin would ever need.

WHEN SOOBIN ARRIVED HOME THAT NIGHT, HE WENT STRAIGHT FOR THE TELEPHONE.

It was kept upstairs at night right outside his parent’s door, to keep himself and his brother from using it in the late hours. Of course, this never stopped Soobin from sneaking it downstairs to his room in the basement to make late night calls to Felix.

And that particular evening, he really needed to give Felix an update.

He grabbed the phone from the small table in the hallway, carefully tiptoeing towards the basement stairs. Before he had even taken the first step down, the bathroom door creaked open. Soobin whipped his head around to see his brother Kai standing there, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he raised a brow at his older brother.

Soobin froze, blinking slowly as he realized the incriminating situation he found himself in.

“Please don’t tell mom,” He whispered, his eyes pleading with his younger brother.

Kai nodded, although Soobin wasn’t quite convinced that the boy was even coherent enough to understand what was going on. Soobin offered a rushed thank you, and ventured his first step down the stairs.

Well, he tried, anyways, and ended up missing the first step. He tumbled down the rest of the stairs, landing on his butt at the very end.

He winced in pain, glad to see that the phone was still intact in his hands. He glanced over his shoulders to see Kai staring down the stairway with wide eyes, his lips parted in shock. Soobin quickly put a finger to his lips, begging his brother for silence.

Kai simply shook his head and walked away, allowing Soobin the freedom to breathe out a sigh of relief.

He quickly ran to his bedroom and shut the door, collapsing onto his bed with the phone as his breaths came in ragged gasps as an aftereffect from his tumble down the stairs. He figured he should have dialed Felix’s number right away, but he couldn’t help but brush his fingers against his lips, remembering the feeling and taste of having yours pressed against them.

He was so caught up in his daze that he didn’t notice Felix calling until the third ring.

He picked it up, breathing heavily into the speaker as he rubbed a sore spot on his lower back.

“Please tell me that panting is from running a marathon, and not what I think you’ve successfully tried.”

Soobin nearly gagged, holding the phone away from his face as he coughed, flustered by his friend's crude words. He brought the phone back to his face and said, “No, you sicko, I just fell down the stairs.”

“How the hell did you manage that with those long legs?”

“That’s not important, Lix!” He laid back onto his pillows then, twirling the phone cord in his hands as he stared up at his ceiling, the memories of his adventure with you that night flooding his mind once more. He couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear as he said, “Look, I need to tell you something important.”

If he didn’t know any better, he would have thought that he could hear the smile in Felix’s voice too as his friend replied.

“Well buddy, I got something to tell you too.”

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Valentine’s Affections (Kageyama, Oikawa, Kuroo)

I adore Valentine’s day! Love is in the air and chocolate is in my stomach. But for you and these boys? Well... it’s a lil more complicated than that.

A/N: We are going to completely ignore the fact that valentine’s day was a full 3 months ago. Love is always in the air on this blog !

Warnings: Light swearing? Maybe? Lotsa fluffy stuff beware cavities.

Kageyama Tobio

Kageyama stares hard at the vending machine in front of him. Now, this was far from a new situation he found himself in- he found himself in front of this very vending machine every single day. But the stakes were much higher this time.

Strawberry, or chocolate? Which would be a better gift?

Early on he decided against chocolates, cuz it felt too obvious. He opted out of a note, cuz he wasn’t articulate enough for that. And for the same reasons a verbal confession was completely out of the picture. So here he was, in front of the vending machine, hoping you would accept his love, or at the very least, the milk carton as a token of it.

He decides on the strawberry milk, because the pink carton color reminded him of hearts, so he was hoping his love message would be real clear!!

As he approaches you in the gym, he feels the nerves stir in his stomach. You’re surrounded by the other first years, excitedly chirping at Tsukki and Yamaguchi while Yachi and Hinata jump up and down around you (for what reasons, who knows) now that clean up is over. The second and third years weren’t that far away either. But he knew he’d have to do this sooner than later.

Kageyama stands pensively behind you at a slight distance, awkwardly shifting weight back and forth between his feet. Finally, he finds the guts to call out to you. “Y/N...san.” Alright, maybe it was more like a mutter. No one had heard him, but Hinata had noticed his presence.

“Kageyama! There you are.”

All eyes shift to him, including yours. The heat rushes to his face as he hides the milk behind his back. “Boke! What do you want!” He only gets redder as his eyes meet yours.

“Y/N-san!” He yells a bit too harshly. But you don’t flinch, you just smile. “Yes, Tobio-kun?” Gah, your voice is sweet as always, and he doesn’t even know what to say.

Stepping towards you, he essentially shoves the milk into your hands before turning around and marching out the door.

You stare at the carton quizzically, while the boys in the gym collectively let out a heavy sigh.

“Was that… supposed to be a confession?” Daichi’s disbelief was evident.

“He does that every day though,” Hinata comments, clueless.

“But today’s Valentine’s day, there’s probably more to it, right?” Ennoshita curious.

“Of course that’s the way that idiot would do it.” Tsukki is snarky as ever.

But you don’t hesitate to run back into the club room, a determined look glued to your face.

“Y/N san! Where are you going?” Hinata calls.

“Let them be, Hinata. They have something to take care of.” Suga has a glint of amusement in his eyes.

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Kageyama tries to calm down as he aggressively drinks his chocolate milk. But he’s jittery all over when you pop up next him.

“Tobio-kun, did ya really think you could just throw me a box of milk and then split? On Valentine's day? Tsk Tsk.” You smile as you move to stand in front of him. Words are far from his physical capacity at the moment, so he opts to just stare at you instead.

“But by the way,” you pull the carton from behind your back in your left hand, and shake it in front of him, “Accepted.” He feels his heart melt in relief. You understood what he meant. At least he thinks you do. You always understood him somehow, even though he wasn’t great at communicating.

“And also…” Your right hand appears now, a small box of cutely wrapped chocolates snuggly fit into your palm, “this is for you. Please, accept it.”

His eyes go wide in shock. For some reason, this was not what he had expected (though everyone else knew it was coming). His heart now swells with an indescribable feeling that he never wants to stop experiencing.

“And this too... unless you want me to stop...” He doesn’t know how else you could potentially make him fall apart more than he already had- but he got his answer when your hand grabbed onto his collar and tugged him down to your height. You placed a slow and gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth. “Tobio-kun, I like you.” Yeah, his heart wasn’t ready for that one.

Oikawa Tooru

“Thank you, Suki-chan!” “So sweet, Maki-chan!” “These are delicious, Haru-chan!” First period hadn’t even begun and Oikawa had already been swarmed with gifts. But despite the time he spent basking in the affections of his little fans, his eyes were trained on you, watching as you happily handed Iwaizumi a cute little box of chocolates. Oikawa saw how his best friend smiled, and he saw the way you buried your face into Iwa’s chest when he hugs you. He decides to ask you about it at practice.

“Y/N-chan!! You know what day it is today!”

“How could I forget when I see my favorite setter drowning in more chocolates than usual?” He ignores the unidentifiable tone in your voice and presses on.

“I saw you give Iwa-chan some~”

“Yes I did.”

“Sooooo~”

“....so what?”

“Where are mine?”

“...I…”

Iwaizumi steps in, his hand protectively grabbing your shoulder. “What’re you harassing Y/N for, Shittykawa. You got enough chocolates already didn’t you? No need to be greedy.” Your eyes are glued to the floor, but Oikawa just sighs and waves it off.

“Sorry, sorry, Y/N-chan! I just figured your chocolates would be so tasty I was jealous Iwa got some~ but I’ll be waiting for them next time!” If only you knew, I would rather eat a single one of your sweets than all the other sweets combined.

He tries to forget the incident until he hears his doorbell ring at 9 pm. “Tooru! You have a friend who’s come to see you!” He’s surprised to see you waiting at his gate, face flushed, breath ragged, and hair ruffled.

“Oikawa-san!” You say with determination. “Y/N...chan?” He walks towards you, confusion and concern clear on his face.

“Oikawa-san…” the confidence fading as he comes near. You look away from his face as you outstretched your hands, a cute, small pink box with a tiny bow on it in hand.

“I’m sorry I didn’t give you chocolates earlier today….I just....” your hands retreat to your body, box still grasped. You look down at your feet once again, so you can’t see his eyes go wide. “I thought about making you some sweets yesterday but, I always knew you had so many fangirls and I didn’t wanna get in their way, or worse, make you see me as one of them… so I didn’t. I’m sorry. I, I didn’t consider you would feel left out. So I made these for you after school! Will you please accept them!”

You look up at him finally, only to see tears streaming down his face. “Oikawa san? Are you okay? I’m sorry if I said something that-”

“I’m sorry Y/N-san, I don’t know what’s gotten into me. But are they really for me?”

“Mhm!” You hand them over, in anticipation of what he would do next. He opens the box, pops a chocolate into his mouth, and then smiles.

“Just as I expected- it’s perfect.” He steps towards you once again, and wraps his arms around you, tightly. “You’re nothing like the rest of them, yanno. You’re very special to me.”

Kuroo Tetsurou

“Happy Single’s Awareness day!” You sing-song at the boys standing in front of your gate, the sun peeking out over the horizon.

“Just jumping over Valentines, then?” Kenma asks you, his face hidden in his switch.

“Yep! Nope! Not for me~ don’t need a valentine!” You’re carefree as you stroll ahead of the two of them, hands thrown behind your head. “Giving Valentine’s are dumb. Right, Kuroo!”

Kenma takes his time to pull his nose away from his switch to let his cat like gaze fall on his best friend, who’s been awfully quiet this morning. He knows why.

“Do you agree, Kuroo?” He asks, probing.

“...Yep. What type of headass buys into Valentines-” He criticizes.

Kenma knocks Kuroo’s bag with his elbow, his gaze transforming into a glare. You do, Kuroo. No chickening out.

Kuroo’s grasp on the bag resting on his shoulder tightens, well aware of what he has to do.

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After school was over and practice was done, Kenma got dropped off at home because he wanted to go home early, for some reason. So now it’s just you and Kuroo, laying on the hill by the bridge, bathing in the hues of orange and pink as the sun sets slowly.

You stretch out on your back, relaxing onto the grass underneath you. “Man, did ya see all those idiots handing out valentine’s? So cheesy.” You close your eyes and pull your hands up to cushion your head, turning your chin up. Kuroo rests on his elbow, angled so that he can watch you as you talk, his hand scratching his head soothingly.

“ Who wants dumb chocolates anyways? You think these chicks would get sick of all the chocolates they get. Hmph.” He watches as your mouth twitches down, eyes squeezed tight.

To be fair, both of you were acting...different today. Kuroo can read you like a book, and even how he can still pick out the unease you’ve been tryna hide all day. But his own nervousness and jitters keeps him quiet.

As you both sit in silence, stewing in your feelings, Kuroo lets out a deep sigh. Now or never. You hear him rustle in his bag as he pushes something over to you. You open your eyes to see a small box by your shoulder with a cute lil cat sticky note pressed onto it- reading, “be Mine, Valentine? :3”

You freeze for a second, processing what he pushed over to you. You look up at Kuroo, who’s now turned his back to you, sleeping on his side.

You open the box and find a cute cat bracelet inside. “Kuroo?”

“You’ve been trashing valentine’s chocolates for a while now- so I figured I’d get you something better. It’s cheesy, I know. Don’t “at” me.” He stays, turned away from you.

You take your time to pull the bracelet out the box, letting heat rise to your face.

“Did you do this just because…? To make me feel better, or-”

“Still a headass huh.” He finally turns around, and you’re glad to see that his own face is as red as yours feels.

“Kuroo… do you, like me?”

“Damn, you’re gonna make me say it huh?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah I like you. Now hurry up and reject me so we can go back to being normal and I can get over my damn nerves. I hate not being myself.” He mutters as his lips twitch into a pout as he rests his bedhead into the grass, hands caressing his neck.

You take a second before crawling over to him, watching him in silence.

“You’re an idiot, too, ya know.” He peaks one eye open, to give you a questioning look. “Now help me put this bracelet on.”

“You like it?”

“I love it. I’m never taking it off.”

“You serious?!”

“Of course I’m serious.”

His Cheshire grin breaks out onto his face as he sits up, closing the gap between you two.

“Oh? Does someone like me back?”

“Yeah someone does. Now are you gonna help me or not.”

In that moment, you don’t think anything can compare to the sheer joy in Kuroo’s eyes as he carefully clasps the bracelet onto your wrist, wrapping his strong fingers around yours.

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Requests just in time for Valentine’s Day! 💘

I’d like to request a Valentine’s Day to remember with Clyde, please. Thank you for doing requests again!

Sure thing, anon <3

Deserving

Clyde Logan x Reader

Word Count: 3,388

Note: This serves as Part 2 for what I’m now calling Hello Darlin’, a Clyde and Darlin’!Reader series that began with First Conversation Jitters.

Read Part 1 Here

Warnings: NSFW, phone sex, masturbation (f/m), unprotected PIV sex, oral sex (m receiving)

You run your finger over the rim of your lemon water as you watch your bear of a man serve drinks with his sweet and steady charm. It’s the night before Valentine’s Day and he’d asked you to hang out at the Duck Tape during his bar tending shift, something you were more than happy to do. You’d camped out on the last stool on the right with a book, waiting for the moments between orders when Clyde would sail down to your corner of the bar and romance you.

It had been about a month or so since you had begun dating but everything still felt so new. When you’d walked away that first night after leaving your number on the napkin – a move you’d only ever seen in movies before – you had half worried that Clyde would be too nervous to call. And he was nervous, a fact he’d confided to you on the fourth date, the first night you two had spent together. As he held you in the dark, a finger tracing the line of your jaw, the slope of your neck, he’d muttered quiet words into your skin. They were vulnerable but hopeful. That was the thing that struck you most. The hope in his deep, drawling voice as he recounted the way that his heart had stopped when you’d answered the door earlier in your pretty dress. The way your laugh had soothed him instead of increasing his anxiety.

The timing of your courtship had not been ideal as the holidays had rolled in pretty rapidly after that, meaning you had a lot of prescheduled traveling to do. You’d bitten your tongue to refrain from inviting Clyde to Thanksgiving dinner, knowing he had a close family of his own and also knowing that the pressure of meeting yours might be too much to take so soon. Similarly, Christmas and New Years were a wash. You’d spent these days texting Clyde rapidly under the table, sending him sweet messages and well-wishes which he reciprocated to the best of his abilities – Clyde was not a great texter.

What he was good at, however, was talking on the phone. You waited all day every day of your holiday trips for the moment when you could steal away to your guest room in the evenings and wait for his call. It always came, and the deep, rumbling “Hello darlin’” was something that you realized quite quickly had emblazoned itself on the surface of your heart.

“Hiya, handsome,” you’d reply and he could always hear the smile in your voice. Sometimes you’d facetime, but often you would just stay up late with your phone pressed to your ear, whispering into the night. Because like that first night together when Clyde had been emboldened by the dark, Clyde was equally emboldened by the barrier of distance and technology. You weren’t sure if missing you had brought something out in him or just that with time he’d become more confident in your budding relationship. All you knew is that he was no longer holding back and you couldn’t be happier.

“I dreamt a’yer mouth last night, darlin’,” he’d told you on Christmas Eve after you already had caught up on what you both had done all day. His voice was quiet but sure as he said it. Not timid as you’d expect. Heat had immediately rushed to your core and you’d gotten comfortable on the bed, tucking the phone under your cheek on the pillow.

“And what exactly was my mouth doing in this dream of yours?”

“Lookin’ nice an’ pretty…” You were about to thank him but he surprised you by continuing. “…around my cock.”

“Clyde Logan, you dog!” you whisper back at him, trying to contain the excitement that bubbles up from the newness of being dirty on the phone with your sweet man.

“Lips all stretched ‘round me. Almost prettier than yer beautiful smile.”

“I wish I could have left you with memories of the real deal so you didn’t have to just dream about it,” you’d said wistfully, suddenly saddened by the distance between you and all you had yet to experience together.

“There’s plenty’a time fer that when ya get back,” he’d comforted you. “Don’t ya worry yer lil head about that.”

“Clyde?”

“Yes, darlin’?”

“Can I give you a new memory right now?”

He’d been surprised to see you’d switched over to facetime but had been quick to accept the call. You still think sometimes about the expression on his face when you’d popped on the screen topless and touching yourself already. It was the face of a man who’d been granted a glimpse at heaven but still wasn’t sure of his worthiness.

You intended to prove to him just how worthy he was.

“Get nice and comfy – I want to cum while watching you stroke that beautiful cock, handsome.”

Clyde’s smile had been a mile wide as he’d dropped down on his bed to oblige you.

“Yes ma’am.”

By the time New Years eve rolled around, the two of you had become experts of how to drive the other crazy, often with words alone.

~*~

In the present it’s close to midnight when you glance up from your book again to find Clyde grabbing your empty water glass and bringing it to the sink. He’d gotten caught up with a particularly needy group of out of towners who’d required more service than the average customer. You didn’t mind. It had given you a chance to watch him in action from afar, taking in his large frame as he moved behind the bar. The small smile as he listened – really listened – to his customers. Every once in a while he’d looked up to catch you staring, shooting you a wink from across the way. It always sent the butterflies in your stomach into a flurry when he did that, especially in the bar which had been the setting of his first fumbling advances toward you. His growing confidence was sexy and though you were feisty and more than capable of taking care of him, it burned you up inside even more to know he was able to take care of you, too.

“Grab yer stuff, darlin’, we’re headin’ out,” Clyde says coming out from around the bar. Your eyes shoot to your watch.

“But last call isn’t for a few more hours!” Even as you say it you notice Earl take his place behind the bar, sending a wave your way. Clyde helps you into your coat and pulls you to the door as he explains.

“Earl’s got me covered. No need for m’girl to hang ‘round a seedy bar all night.” You laugh because it’s a regular occurrence for you to spend your nights there with him, but you play along while he helps you into his truck.

“My Prince Charming,” you coo. Clyde gives you a little bow before jogging over to get into the driver’s seat. He starts up the truck and immediately turns on the heat, watching you with a smile as you appreciatively warm your hands against the vent. You catch him watching you and suddenly get suspicious, narrowing your eyes with humor. “What are you looking at, Charming?”

“The most beautiful girl in West Virginia,” he says without missing a beat before shaking his head. “No – in the world.”

You laugh. It’s the full-bodied sound that he loves with his whole being.

“Now that might just be a bit of an exaggeration, Mr. Logan, but I think I’ll take it anyway.” You lean over the truck’s center console expectantly. Clyde leans forward immediately to oblige you with a kiss. His lips are soft and taste of lemon, or maybe those are your own lips, but either way, it’s warm and tangy and everything you’ve been waiting for all these hours at the bar. You try to deepen the kiss and are surprised to feel him pull away, your head moving forward to chase his lips when he breaks the contact.

“We’ve got somewhere to be, darlin’. You’re gonna make us late,” he chides you playfully, throwing the truck into gear and pulling out onto the dark road.

“Where could we possibly need to be? It’s almost midnight,” you reply, surprised.

“Exactly,” he says with a wide smile.

~*~

Clyde won’t let you look out the window as he approaches your destination. You tease him because it is night time in rural West Virginia and it’s not like you would be able to see anything through the darkened windows anyway, but you humor him by keeping your eyes squeezed shut. When the truck cranks to a stop he jumps out and makes his way to help you out, pulling you down with his metal hand and covering your face with his massive, warm flesh one. His prosthetic presses into your waist to guide you forward and you grin, happy about the contact.

“Am I allowing you to lure me deep into the woods, Mr. Logan?” you sing out, hearing him chuckle behind you.

“I’d say yer right on the money, sweetheart.”

“Trying to have your way with me, are you? Is that what Prince Charming would do?”

“If he had a girl as pretty as m’girl he sure would, you bet yer ass.” His hand abandons your face for a second to drop light little slap to your backside and you let out a laughing squeal, sure to keep your eyes closed of your own accord.

“No peakin’,” he says, quickly putting his hand back over your eyes.

“I didn’t! I wouldn’t – I’m a good girl,” you say, know the implications of the statement. You hear Clyde swallow thickly behind you. Bingo.

“Ya sure are, darlin’.”

Just as you’re about to ask if you’ve almost arrived wherever he’s taking you, Clyde pulls you to a stop. You feel him lean down low to meet your height, his chin dipping to rest on your shoulder, both his facial hair and his breath tickling your ear and making you shiver.

“Open yer eyes.”

You do as he says and immediately let out a gasp. In front of you lies a picnic blanket set up with a comfy assortment of pillows. The space is illuminated by a mix and match assortment of camping lanterns which cast a soft glow about the scene. A basket of fruit and cheese sits open beside a bottle of champagne that sits chilling in an ice bucket with two delicate glasses.

“Clyde!” You turn and throw yourself at the satisfied looking man behind you, curling around his body and kissing every part of him you can reach. His watch beeps and he looks at it with a broad grin on his face.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.” He pulls you down to recline with him against the gathered pillows. You blink hard to hold back the tears that form unbidden.

“You planned all of this? For me?”

“Well I’ll be honest. Mellie and Jimmy helped,” he admits, running a hand up and down your back and pulling you into him to press a kiss to your forehead. “I had ‘em set all this up during my shift.”

It’s the most overtly romantic thing that anyone has ever done for you. You glance around and take in all of the details again, now with his warm skin under your fingers, his chest to your chest. It’s like something out of a romance novel, and you would know, you’ve sure read your fair share. Looking back down you see him watching you, registering each of your tiny reactions. He’s nervous, trying to make sure he’s pleased you. But he’s also hopeful. And that’s what breaks you.

Suddenly you launch yourself at him, pushing him down so that his back is pressed into the cushions and you are now straddling him. You pepper his face with kisses before arresting his mouth in a desperate lip lock. Though you are often the one who is chatty in the face of his pensive, thoughtful silence, you now find yourself at a loss for words. How do you tell him that you’re not used to being cared for in this way? How do you tell him that his sweetness sets your long-neglected soul on fire? That the string of meaningless relationships littering your past suddenly had meaning if only to lead you directly into his arms?

You don’t have the words to tell him these thoughts. So instead you tell him with your lips, your hands, your body. You run your hands down his t-shirt-clad chest, reveling in the thickness, the fullness of him, before drawing your hands down the length of his arms. You grab his wrists, sure to be gentle with his prosthetic, and urge them to settle above his head. It is only at this point that he resists, pulling out of a kiss.

“But darlin’…I need to touch you…” He’s breathless and you want to keep him like that forever. Keep his voice ragged and chest heaving so you can be his oxygen. Breathe life into him over and over.

“Let me do this, Clyde. My Valentine’s gift for my handsome man.” You grind down onto his hardening length at the end of your statement and his eyes roll back. When you feel him stop resisting the press of your hand on his wrists you know you’ve gotten him right where you want him.

You take your time. You kiss every inch of him over his clothes before crawling back on top to gyrate on his now straining member. His heavy breathing has made way for small, unabashed whimpers that are your new favorite sound. Clyde has been getting more dominant with you and you are excited to explore that new facet of your relationship. But for tonight you want to translate your emotions by riding him for all he’s worth.

After teasing him for long enough with your swiveling hips, you finally relent and pull his cock out of his dark jeans.

“Look at this beautiful cock. All hard and swollen just for me.” You double over to press a sweet kiss to his weeping tip.

“Only for m’girl,” Clyde nods feverishly below you. “Can ya…”

“What would you like, Clyde?” you ask, moving your hand steadily up and down his cock with languid strokes.

“Wanna be inside’a ya darlin’. Wanna feel if yer wet fer me.”

“Oh, baby…” you trail off and guide his cock to your pussy lips, your skirt long hiked up over your hips. You slide him up and down the seam of your opening, gathering your slick to coat him. He lets out a deep moan at the feeling. As you line him up you rake your nails over his soft belly with reverence. “You turn me on more than I’ve ever been turned on in my life.”

“Fuck,” comes Clyde’s muttered reply, his eyelids fluttering shut. You take this opportunity to lift up and then ease yourself down on him, letting his cock breach you with a slow ease. He’s large but you weren’t lying. You’re dripping for him, aching and desperate for the fullness that only he can provide you.

“Yer perfect. Feel so good,” Clyde forces out through clenched teeth.

You begin to ride him in earnest after you adjust more to his size, letting the muscles of your thighs propel you up and down to take him at an angle that causes you both to let out steady strings of moans. Clyde’s hips begin to work in tandem, thrusting up to meet you and making the slide of his cock through your pulsing walls that much more delicious. When a particularly good thrust topples you down to grip his shoulders, your breasts push down into his face, spilling from your bra cups and up through the wide neck of your shirt.

“Oh darlin’. Oh darlin’darlin’darlin’,” Clyde breathes out, straining his neck to push up into your cleavage. His flesh hand, which had up till now dutifully remained above his head, comes now to cup the side of your breast but you don’t have the presence of mind to reprimand him. You wouldn’t even if you did, his touch feels too good.

You gasp when he plants one foot flat on the ground for more leverage and spears up into you more aggressively than before. You shudder around him, cunt spasming on his cock with euphoric tension.

“Right there, baby?” he growls. He’s gazing up at you with a sweet intensity that you want to drink in forever, but the sensations in your cunt are overwhelming and it takes everything in you to simply nod. Your eyes screw up and your jaw drops, mouth forming a little “o” in response to another punishing thrust. Clyde chuckles below you. “Oh yeah. Right there.”

You cum shortly after but, as you had promised yourself silently the moment you had mounted him, you drag yourself down his body immediately, ignoring his groaning protests and gripping hand. When you take him in your mouth he’s already partially gone. He props himself up on his good elbow and alternates between gazing at you worshipfully and wincing in pleasure.

You suck on him, knowing how close he is and knowing he likes it when you get sloppy. He’d told you so over facetime on Christmas eve as you’d sucked on the fingers of one of your hands while riding and cumming on the other for him, your phone propped on the pillow. You gurgle as you take him deep into your throat, moaning around the fullness, the thickness of this perfect man below you. When you reach down to gently fondle his balls, Clyde lets out a deep-throated groan. His balls draw up from your hand and his hips pivot up, driving him deeper into you as he paints the inside of your throat with his cum. You welcome his orgasm, drinking him down until there’s no more, holding firmly at his hips as shudders wrack his body.

When you finally pull off to rock back on your heels you take in the sheer debauchery of this whole experience. Clyde lies sprawled out on the pillows below you, hand running through his sweaty hair, chest heaving, softening cock still poking out of his jeans. A giggle bubbles up from inside you and you let him pull you down where he silences you with a hard kiss as deep as the rumbling of his satisfied groan.

After a few seconds he rolls you so that you both are on your sides and he’s quick to bury his face in the space where your neck meets your shoulder. His customary place immediately following an act of intimacy. You’ve learned to recognize this and you don’t push him. Instead you welcome the tight clutch of this, the largest yet kindest man you’ve ever met, dragging your fingers up an down his cheek in a light caress. Moments pass in silence, save for your slowing breaths, until he speaks up, words muffled by the way he whispers them into your neck.

“Yer too good fer me, y’know.” He says it as a statement, not a question. There’s a weariness in his voice that doesn’t stem from how hard he’s just cum. Only now do you grip his jaw lightly, coaxing him from his hiding place against your flesh. You look him in the eyes, though he tries to avoid you. Instead you hold his gaze, finger swiping along his jaw. He sighs and adds. “I don’t deserve someone like you, darlin’.”

It’s your time to silence him with a kiss, but this time you don’t let actions do the talking. Clyde needed to hear you say the words that your clenching heart beats out, like some anatomical morse code. You grip his jaw tight and speak loud and clear.

“You deserve the world, Clyde.” His eyes melt, soft and full of adoration. You press a kiss to his forehead, one to each cheek, and then a chaste one on his lips before finishing. “And I’m going to give it to you.”

You may have spent the first three holidays of your relationship apart, but this Valentine’s Day you spent together in every way that mattered – mind, body, and soul.

~*~

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naralanis · 3 years

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Fic Writer Review!

Thanks @mssirey for the tag! I totally didn't have a crisis with the very last question, not at all bwhahaha

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

41, soon to be 42. ASJKLDBLAHSDSD how. And also why. But mostly, how.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

565,934 EXCUSE ME WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. I was going to check my unpublished works but ya know what. Maybe I've written enough akdjsa

3. How many fandoms have you written for?

Technically speaking, I've written and published fics for five fandoms. However, I only have one story for OUAT (and I have @shadowdianne to thank for that... or do I?) and one for Captain Marvel. Mirandy was my first love, Cissamione the second, and Supercorp has burrowed in my brain and just won't let go.

I've also technically written for Xena, Legend of Korra, and Criminal Minds, but since I never published those, we're going to pretend they don't exist!

4. Top 5 fics by kudos?

Only two are WIPs! YEAH! They're the top two, but WHO CARES, here they are:

1) Perhaps, aka my baby, my child, my darling, the apple of my eye. If I ever had to choose to finish only ONE of my WIPs, this would be the one. This story has grown with me, and I think you can tell when you read. Or maybe not!

2) For the Better. If the former is my baby, this one is like... my moody teenager. I love it dearly, but... it takes a lot out of me. An ode to one of the first fandoms I actively wrote for, it sits unfinished, but nearly, oh so nearly done. I will finish it, damn ittt.

3) The Date. Honestly, this one really surprised me -- it's one of my oldest one-shots, and something I definitely dashed off between lectures back in Scotland, maybe alternating with FtB chapters. It's one of my first attempts at humour, I think.

4) Bits and Pieces. AYY, I wasn't sure Supercorp would make the cut, WOOOT! This one was the second Supercorp fic I ever wrote, and I did it because Lena Is Baby and the idea just wouldn't leave my brain.

And lastly, the fabulous number 5... Perfect. AKA Nara's First (published) Explicit Fic, featuring Praise Kink and an Enchanted Dildo (for... reasons). I'm not gonna lie, I am so HAPPY this one made it, because it has a special place in my heart. It's where Soft Butch Hermione comes to life, and if you don't love Soft Butch Hermione, I'm sorry, we can't be friends. I love her.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?

Eeermmm... some? I do want to respond, but I'm terrible with keeping up with comments, I really am. For whatever reason, even when I do my best, I don't really love responding directly on AO3. I also turned off all email notifications for AO3 because turns out my brain WILL be distracted by even a single one.

I'm much more responsive on Tumblr, I promise!

6. A fic you've written with the angstiest ending:

Any of my Narlily works, I guess? Like... All Flowers Wither or Carry On.

Unshackled would be another one, though it's Cissamione... but I caved and made a happy(ish) second part for that one.

7. Do you write crossovers?

Nope! Crossovers just don't do it for me, generally speaking (reading or writing).

8. Ever received hate on a fic?

EvEr rEcEIvEd hAtE-- yes. Oh, yes. I've been told my writing is terrible, I've been told my stories were a 'waste of time,' or 'overhyped,' I've had people tell me there was only One Way to write a certain pairing and my way was definitely Not The Way.

The list goes on.

It used to really, really bother me--still does, but in a much smaller way. Delete/Block buttons are my friends.

9. Do you write smut?

I write an absurd amount of smut. I just don't publish any of it because. Fear.

My pretty, pretty pens have created some filthy, filthy things.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

A couple of times -- only once or twice like, straight up attributed to someone else who acted like they were the one writing it. The other times were reposts or translations (without my permission, so still. stolen).

11. Ever had a fic translated?

I've authorized a couple of translations of a few of my DWP works. I'm usually cool with people translating my stuff IF THEY ASK ME FIRST and GIVE ME PROPER CREDIT.

9/10 it's some Brazilian who translates it to Portuguese without my permission and then gets upset when I, another Brazilian, do not endorse it and politely ask them to take the thing down. Thankfully it's been a while. ASK ME, DAMN IT.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Nothing published bwhaha!

13. All-time favourite ship?

Right now SuperCorp is definitely barking a little louder, so to speak, but I don't really have one favourite overall. It depends on the fandom, sometimes! Cissamione is very dear to my heart, because it's just so fucking out there and literally every one in this ship has some of the most fascinating headcanons for this pairing and it's just. So wonderful.

14. WIP you want to finish, but don't think you ever will?

Eeeeuuughhh.... Right now? Probably The Appraisal. I forget what I wanted to do with it, I'm not sure if I'm still feeling the premise... IDK.

I think the same could be said of For the Better, but I PROMISED to finish it, and GOD DAMN IT, I am so close I can't throw in the towel just yet.

15. Writing strengths?

You want ME to say good things about MYSELF? I'm still learning how to do that asldkjbasdn it's a work in progress. But I think I'd say... maybe world-building, at least on my longer works?

I would also like to think I do pretty OK in... IDK, some of the punchy stuff? The 'oh wait a minute' moment? IDK if that makes sense!

16. Writing weaknesses?

Organizing. Plot (HAHA IKR). Consistency. Editing (which is rich from someone who literally edits shit for a living... but go figure). Pacing. Weirdly long sentences? Commas for DAYS.

I could go on.

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

I am a-OK attempting it in French/Spanish/Portuguese. It may not sound natural, but it will be correct. If I'm trying another language, I'll definitely get help! But I've got no problem with it.

18. First fandom you ever wrote for?

Harry Potter, Dramione specifically, and you'll never find a shred of it. I was like 12, and almost a decade later I figured out Hermione was much better off with Draco's mother.

19. What's your fav fic you've written so far?

DON'T MAKE ME CHOOOSE asdkljasdl I CAAANNN'TTTT

I mean, obviously Perhaps is one of them -- it is my baby, that has been established. I think Little Bumps in the Road is also up there, because it was just a random writing exercise that got out of hand, and honestly? I'm here for it. Andddd.... I GUESS I'll put A Valentine's Evening up there as well, because it was the first time I didn't second guess every word I wrote when posting smut. I just... felt it, went for it, wrote it, and it felt really, really good to release some of that into the world lol

WHEW, this was a long one! I'll be tagging @intheinkpot, @shadowdianne, @delirious-comfort, and @16-pennies because I am a curious bastard. But, as always, feel free to treat this as an open tag. Go nuts!

#tag game #this was illuminating in several ways #aka i need to finish my wips #(though that ain't exactly news)#but more importantly #i've written way more than I think I have #and ya know what #it's OK to be proud of that #i am proud of all my children #and i love them all equally #*side eyes Decisions Decisions Decisions*#even you #nara rambles

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i-need-entertainment · 3 years

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Adriah Thomas + “Can’t take my eyes off of you”

This is the 9th Oneshot for the Valentines Day Event, thank you so much for requesting!

**Also, um, other than his name and height I kinda made up the other stuffs**

Character: Adriah Thomas x reader

TW- Blood (bloody nose)

“So, Omi, when ya gonna finally ask out the cute receptionist~” Sakusa grimaced as he glared towards Atsumu, the entire interaction drawing the attention of the rest of the MSBY team as they got cleaned up in the locker room after practice. “...Soon..so don’t get any ideas.” Atsumu acted offended, “Who do you take me for? A complete scumbag?!” Sakusa turned away, deciding today would not be the day to provoke the blond. “I mean, he’s got a point, you have flirted with most of the girls who work here.”

Atsumu waved his hand in the air dismissively, “Yeah, yeah ANYways, how ‘bout you Hinata, find anyone yer interested in?” Hinata shook his head, “Not really, i’m kinda just focusing on volleyball right now.” Atsumu looked surprised, “Really? No one? What about the other receptionist?” Inunaki shook his head, “She’s got a boyfriend.” Atsumu continued to think, trying to come up with someone, “Oh! What about that one girl...uh...L/n, right?”

The older members of the team went silent, “Definitely not,” Well, most of the older members went silent. Inunaki smirked as he pointed his thumb towards his other, much taller companion. “That’s Adriah’s girl.”The middle blocker turned away and finished getting ready with the hollers and shouts of his teammates in the background. “waIT, I didn’t know they were datin’!” Inunaki’s face turned to one of frustration, “They’re not, this guy,” He once again pointed to Adriah, “Won’t work up the nerve to tell her!”

Adriah sighed as he grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder, sending an unimpressed look towards his teammates. “You know why I can’t do that....” Shaking his head, he waved to his teammates, exiting the locker rooms and heading towards his car. Adriah had liked you for 2 years, aka the 2 years you had worked with the jackals. But there was one reason he couldn’t tell you how he felt. Because almost every time he tried to talk to you or was in your presence, he ended up making a near fool of himself.

Well- it was never really his fault, things just tended to happen. Like how the first time the team had met you, and he tripped on his own feet. Or when you had come in to collect something from the coach, caushing Adriah to take one of Bokuto’s spikes to his face, or- *THUNK*

Adriah cringed as he grabbed his face, stumbling back a few feet as he tried to grasp what had just happened. He heard a loud gasp and the sound of feet quickly coming towards him, “Oh my gosh, i’m so sorry are you okay?!?” Opening his eyes he was met with you. He put on a smile and said a quick, “Don’t worry about it!” Your face turned to one of concern.

Adriah, having felt some weird moisture on his palm brought his hand away, widening his eyes as he saw blood. You felt the air get knocked out of you as soon as you saw it, you gently grabbed his arm as you led him towards the infirmary. You sat him down on the exam table, giving him a wad of tissues and having him pinch his nose, sitting upright. Fortunately (for both of you) you were the team’s medic, so you were pretty used to dealing with things like this; bloody noses especially.

“I am so, so sorry. I didn’t expect anyone to be in the hallway!” He shook his head with a smile, “It’s fine...I wasn’t paying attention anyways.” You looked at him with a small smile, “Well, i’m still sorry, I hit you pretty hard so I’m going to check for a concussion, okay?” He just slowly nodded, his head was starting to hurt... You stood in front of him, still having to look up because even sitting down he was still much taller (he is 6′7 for those who don’t know).

“Okay, I’m going to ask you some questions, please answer them honestly alright?” He slowly nodded again. “What is your name?” “Adriah Thomas” “Do you know where you are?” He nodded, “The, uh, the...MSBY Black Jackals.” “Good, okay, i’m going to check your eyes, make sure your pupils aren’t dilated...” You gently held his face with one hand, using the other to move a single finger side to side, making sure he could follow it. “Well, they are a little dilated, and your movements are a little slow...but you also had practice today, okay one more test.”

You stepped away, Adriah already missing the comfort he felt from your touch. “Last question I promise! Tell me some things about yourself, favorite color, how many siblings you have, some things you like...” He cleared his throat, briefly closing his eyes and thinking. “My favorite color is yellow....I have An older brother and an older sister..” He paused to think, his movements getting a little more sloppy and uncontrolled. “A-and I like...well I like you..”

Your eyes widened as your breath caught in your throat. “U-uhm..come- come again?” He sighed happily leaning his head back against the wall, “I like you, but not as a friend, I like like you...You’re very kind, and pretty and- and you have the nicest smile...Honestly, I can’t take my eyes off you...I haven’t been able to since...well since you started working here...” You noticed his eyes started to droop and he started to sway a bit.

Losing consciousness he fell forward, you luckily catching him before he could fall to the floor. You gently laid him down on the bed, checking his vitals and what not, he was just napping. You sighed as you stepped back, trying to calm your racing heart and regain your breath. Adriah Thomas liked you...He actually liked you back. Whereas Adriah thought he had been making a fool of himself, you had been slowly but surely falling for his sweet, outgoing and downright adorable personality.

Shaking your head with a small smile you walked back to sit at your desk, figuring it’d be a good idea to get some paperwork done. “Hey L/n, you seen Ad-” Inunaki paused his sentence at seeing his friend asleep on the exam table. He made a face of understanding, “So that’s why there was blood on the door...what happened.” You hid your face in your hands out of embarrassment. “...I hit him with the door...” Inunaki’s eyes widened before he burst out laughing, quieting down a bit when you threw a pen at him, telling him to be quiet.

Pulling him into the hallway, you explained what had happened. “wAit...so you hit him with the door..” You nodded, “And he confessed....” You nodded, feeling a certain heat creep up your neck. “...then he passed out...” You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “Did you at least say it back?” You narrowed your eyes at him, “No, he passed out before I could say anything...” You both paused at the sound of a groan, then footsteps moving towards the infirmary room door.

Inunaki smirked, pushing you towards the door before he skipped away, teasingly saying a ‘this is your chance~ don’t screw up!’ before he disappeared around the corner. Taking a deep breath you opened the door, gently guiding a still woozy Adriah towards the bed so he could sit down again. “So...” He looked at you, “..Your favorite color is yellow huh?”

His eyes widened. He now realized that the nightmare he had wasn’t a nightmare at all...he really had just confessed to the girl he liked right after getting hit by a door. He looked down, hand coming up to mess with his dark hair. “...you remember that...” You gave him a soft smile.

“Listen, when you feel better...would you like to go out to coffee? I feel terrible for hitting you, but i’d really like to get to know you better...only if you want to.” A big smile came on his face as he nodded, “I’d like that...thank you...” You smiled, getting onto your tippy toes and very softly kissing his cheek, “It’s a date.”

“Pardon the way that I stare There's nothin' else to compare The sight of you leaves me weak, There are no words left to speak, But if you feel like I feel Please let me know that it's real, You're just too good to be true, Can't take my eyes off of you”

#adriah tomas #adriah thomas #adriah x reader #adriah x y/n #thomas x reader #haikyu x reader #Haikyuu!!#haikyuufanfiction #Valentines Day Event 2021 #y/n #msby black jackals #msby black jackal #MSBY

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god-hunter · 3 years

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Let’s Talk About Gal Pal!

I feel like it’s been forever since the last entry.

First of all, Happy New Year! We’re already practically done with January, so there’s that. The best way to sum it up though is that now I have a reason to get excited about Valentine’s Day! I’ve been dating One person since I called it Done with ShyGirl. And we’ve both been on the same close-lipped page of not wanting to fuck it up, because it’s such a good time. But at this point, you could basically say, we’re doing the thing.

I don’t open Tinder anymore. And even when I did, it didn’t feel right anymore. I swiped left on gorgeous girls or just felt like I was turning my back on her for even looking at other people. We both caught feelings. And they’re getting very serious.

Which is great. We have a lot in common. Similar humor, dark tastes, religious beliefs, we both love video games and movie reviews, so we’ve got entertainment pretty much covered! We love cooking with and for each other. We have shared trauma... We’re there for each other.

It’s good stuff. The bond is getting really solid.

There are 2 fears. The long-term end goals.

I don’t think she wants Marriage or Kids. And those are big ones for me.

But we’ll sort that out later. It’s what’s preventing her from saying any definitive words on what this is. And I respect her for that immensely. Let’s get one thing clear, we’re both very happy. But I’m not making the same mistake for another 5 years.

With my Ex, I think my biggest take away was that, even if things seem Amazing at first, if the big wants aren’t aligned, then... Ya gotta end it. That goes double for when things aren’t great anymore. Fuck trying to work it out. Leave impossible situations before they become Dead. I dunno, maybe, maybe not.

She wanted Couple’s Therapy by the end, and I didn’t believe in it. Especially when you’re not married. What was I gonna do, try to work stuff out with intensive sessions, just to see if we Could get Married one day??? Fuck that.

That - is not a good foundation for a marriage.

But enough about that. There’s not too much else to say in this rant, other than my dating mentality has changed. It’s not just about partying and having a good time.

It’s really starting to become about inserting ourselves into each other’s lives and seeing what else works. She met 2 of my friends last weekend and had the best time. She also met 2 other close friends, amongst some acquaintances in a Zoom on New Year’s Eve and really enjoyed all of them.

Soon it’ll be my turn to meet her best friends. I’m looking forward to that.

Things are definitely mirroring that great Honeymoon phase of a new relationship. I’m getting a lot of weird flashbacks to exactly how happy I was when I started with the Ex, 6 years ago, as of 1/14/21. So my big hang up is that I don’t trust it anymore. You know how many awesome Honeymoon feelings I’ve had, and how many One’s I’ve met at this point??? So now I’m at a pragmatic point where I’m just like, “Oh, okay. This is how it goes. This is what Dopamine and Serotonin feels like.”

And part of that bothers me, because I’m not magically whimsical anymore. But another part of me is fine with it, because I’m still enjoying the moment, but I’m just experienced and protecting myself from getting hurt.

I also want to make sure I really like her and not just the potential of her.

We don’t have to get into this, but she’s a heavier girl and she’s talked a lot about how she wants to lose weight. So I’m encouraging any of that when we talk about it. Beyond that, her career bumped her up to a Part-time job rather than a Per Diem spot and I’m really proud of her. But even still, part of me wonders how all of that will pan out and if she’ll find better or do more with her time.

Those are long-term things though that remain to be seen.

For now, I think we’ve got the interpersonal stuff covered. As I’ve said to my friends before when I gush about her, I love how she makes me feel. We are SO sexually compatible, and still learning/discovering new things with each other in that department. But even outside of that, we just really like each other’s company. We have fun together. And that is So important!!

My problem is that I know it’s a phase. I now that stuff get’s common place. And I need to make sure that when I get there... that we still manage to be so compatible that it’s still a great time. Even when we’re just in the same room, doing independent things.

Bagh. Life is complicated.

But as I’ve said to her, we can keep this simple and not worry about any of that other stuff for as long as she wants. We’ll talk about her other worries and fears whenever she’s ready. And I think it’ll give her an even bigger comfort to know that I share them too.

Commitment is scary. It’s still debatable whether I’m ready or not. But... I know I don’t feel at all like how I did Last February when we initially broke up. Or Last March-April when I was talking to any woman and flirting however I could. Or May-June, when I was actually dating again and got super hurt. July was my time out for me. This one met me in September when I was already resolute with a lot of that...

And she already notices a Huge difference in me since when we met in September. As she put it, I don’t just view her as a different girl, I’m viewing her as a whole person now.

And that’s true!

But yes. I too share the fears. Did I spend enough time dating other people? Did I get stuff out of my system. Is this settling or is this something solid? Etc etc.

Each time I see her, I’ve been questioning that less and less. And that is what makes me happy.

That’s all for now, folks. Gal Pal and I have been consistently evolving since September. We’re not Official yet, but... I definitely don’t want to keep fishin’. At least for now. So that’s certainly something!

#Let's Talk About Gal Pal!#rants #raves #dating #relationships #commitment?

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ep1cg33k · 3 years

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Error's Feelings (A City of Ships Short)

I hate it. The way my small fraction of a soul pulses stronger when you're around. These disgusting feelings I have. I despise them. I despise you. I never destroyed your world because of the complications I encountered with the last garbage Swap world I tried to destroy. Not because I "cared" whether or not I hurt you. I didn't become your friend because I "liked" you, because I had guilt for what I did to that other little Berry pest. I was just curious about what having a "friend" would be like. Plus, it would be different and interesting, it give me another reason to not destroy you. Amusement. I wasn't "lonely". I actually prefer being alone, it's quiet. But, despite that, here I am with you. You wriggling your way into my cold, dark, and uncaring, nonexistent heart, just like the little maggot you are. I hate you, I despise you, I...

I love you, my little pest.

Le description:

As you could probably tell, this is being told from Error's point of view, and this is internal dialogue. He never said this to Blue. Now, to summarize. Basically, everything he said (minus the last line) is the opposite of how he feels. He's mostly trying to convince himself that he doesn't love Blue. That he hates him, but, in all actuality, he has fallen for Blue. But, he feels as though he doesn't deserve it, especially with what happened to the Blueberry from the first Underswap he went to (see the Ask Error Sans blog by loverofpiggies for details. I'll put a link in the credits, as I always do). Of course, in the end he gives in, and gets in a romantic relationship with the Swap boyo, and eventually said Blue boi drags him to where the events of City of Ships takes place (I need to make a map or something going over the world design, but it's so freakin' big!) and... Well... I can't tell you everything, yet. Although, I can tell you that they do have children. Yes, children. As in more than one. Static has a younger sibling. (And get your mind outta the gutter, they didn't reproduce like that. Error still has haphephobia, ya little sinner.) Also, my apologies for not getting the Valentine's day project done on time. I will get around to finish the main thing, later. I've been busy with other stuff. And I will get around to answering the asks for the City of Ships ask blog, too. I'm just all over the place right now. I need to do character references (I actually adjusted Sadie's design a little, because I wanted to do something special with her jacket), I have to update the ship list (I finally have a name for that Underlust Sansby ship kid), and... Yeah, I have a lot to do. Busy busy busy, I can never get any rest around here. Oh right, I also have to put together those VA vids that I did, and practice getting Papyrus's voice right. Yep, I've started doing voice acting, too. Finally got a (sorta) better mic. (Undyne murders my throat.) Anyways, I might make this into a comic in the future. That would be fun. When I have time, that is.

Undertale is owned by: Toby Fox Error is is owned by: TheCrayonQueen/loverofpiggies Underswap is owned by: The AU Community (originally popcornpr1nce) City of Ships (and the ship children within it) is owned by: Me

#au #undertale au #undertale #errorberry #error!sans #errortale #blueberry!sans #swap!sans #blue!sans #underswap #error x blueberry #error x blue #error x swap!sans #error is a tsundere #he even uses insults as pet names #his favorites are pet and maggot #or shorty #it depends on the day and how much of a mood-killer it will be

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haikyuuscreaming · 4 years

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Oh I’ve got requests! How about Nishinoya being slightly upset about the attention his crush receives vday week so he tries to outshine everyone giving them gifts and on vday he confesses and is like THIS IS WHY YOU SHOULD PICK ME

I DEADASS NEVER GET ANY NOYA REQUESTS IM PUMPED

It doesn’t surprise anyone when Nishinoya Yuu turns out to be a not-patient person. In fact, he might be the opposite of patient.

He’s always been spontaneous and comes up with ideas on a whim, and admittedly carries through with said ideas without anyone stopping him. It also doesn’t come as a surprise that Nishinoya has the biggest crush on you.

Ever since his first year at Karasuno and you guys shared that PE class together and coincidentally landed on the same team for each sport, every time, he’s always had an eye for you. An adoring, loving eye. He’s done everything in his power to try and get close to you, and the two of you are actually great friends.

And of course, you guys aren’t really dating or anything, Noya knows. So why is he so mad that you’re getting so much attention from other people?

Every single Valentine’s Day– and week–, you’ve always been the receiver of gifts and chocolates. Guys and girls alike lined up every day of this Love Week to confess and give you flowers, sweets, cards, everything under the sun. Which means you racked up quite a bit of confessions.

(Noya never forgets, though, that you haven’t returned even one of the confessions.)

He brings it up one day during homeroom, when the two of you are snacking on your bentos.

“Hey, [Name],” he mentions casually, and his heart’s beating a lot faster than he intends. The rice in his mouth becomes like glue as he swallows it down. “Have you ever returned someone’s confession?”

(Of course, he already knows the answer. He just wants to hear the affirmative.)

You give him a side-eyed glance, chewing thoughtfully on your onigiri. “Nah. The right person didn’t come up, y’know?” And you smile, shrugging absent-mindedly.

(Nishinoya thinks your smile is absolutely dazzling, like it outshines every single star in the sky.)

“Don’t worry, [Name]!!” he bursts out with a grin, shoveling another omelette into his mouth. “With how awesome and pretty you are, you’ll find the right person soon. Valentine’s Day’s right around the corner!!”

You laugh, and the sound is heavenly to Noya’s ears. “You inflate my ego.”

“Well, you deserve it!”

(The right person’s gonna be me, he promises.)

Valentine’s Day falls on a Friday this year.

Nishinoya notes the amount of people each day who slip adoring notes into your locker, the amount of people who line up to confess their feelings for you.

And Noya’s never patient, but he’s willing to wait till Friday for his big moment.

Every day, since the Monday of Love Week, he’s been leaving gifts for you with a note, always signed with a thunderbolt. He knows you receive them, every day, because you talk about it to him so excitedly.

“Noya, someone left me my favorite chocolates today!”

“Hey, did you know someone gave me my favorite kind of flower? It was so sweet! Too bad they didn’t sign it…”

“Today, someone folded me some really cute origami pandas with hearts.”

“Noya! Someone brought me a teddy bear today!” It’s the Thursday before Valentine’s Day, and you proudly show him your fuzzy friend. “It’s like this person knows me so well.”

“Oh? That’s really cool!!” Noya can’t help the sunniness that pours from his voice, because he knows that teddy bear all too well. He won it at an arcade game just yesterday because he remembered you pointing out the bear so wistfully.

“Noya, look at that cute teddy bear!!” you point to the cashmere, fluffy bear that sits behind the glass pane of the arcade machine.

“You can’t point it out now,” Nishinoya complains and he bumps you lightly. “We just spent all our money on food! Are you tryna mock me?”

You shake your head furiously, laughing a little bit before sighing in contentment. “Nah. We can win it later, don’t worry.”

You smile wistfully at the bear, nuzzling it with your cheek. “This person’s really thoughtful. They’ve been writing notes, too, all signed with cute little thunderbolts.”

“Ya know, thunderbolts are pretty cool,” Noya grins.

“Says you, Rolling Thunder boy!”

Friday rolls around much too quick, and Noya wakes up a good thirty minutes early to make you bento. Just for today. He doesn’t bother with a note, because he’s got this whole speech planned out for you.

The bento he makes is a little lopsided and is shaped rather crudely, but he’s proud that he got the rice balls into a somewhat consistent sphere. He even asked Kiyoko for help a few days ago on how to make good omelette rolls.

Noya tucks the bento box into his backpack, and puffs out his chest for an extra boost of confidence.

He sets off for an anxious yet exciting day of school.

Eventually, he gets to school and he sees Tanaka, who slaps his back and says something meaningful like get the girl, Noya, and that gets Nishinoya’s heart pumping again. He swallows back the lump in his throat as the adrenaline races in his veins, and he waits not-so-patiently for lunch.

Homeroom comes like a crashing wave: way too unexpected for Noya and it feels too natural, like this isn’t what he considers one of the biggest things to happen in his life. In the homeroom classroom Noya’s always adored because he shared the class with you, you sit in your desk eating your bento just like a normal day before lunch even starts. You look up and smile at him, and Nishinoya’s entire body feels like it’s about to overflow with energy. He sidles next to you, after greeting you sunnily and his finger absentmindedly taps against his desk, waiting for the sensei to finish lecturing so he can finally showcase what he’s been so uncharacteristically thoughtful about.

His time comes and he knows you’re about to say something, most likely starting a conversation, but he stands up before you get a chance, His hand dives into his backpack and pulls out his bento box that he so “skillfully” crafted for you and stands up board-straight, his chest puffed out as he stares you straight in the eye.

“[Name], I just want you to know that I really really like you! And I have for a long time!” Noya cuts straight to the point and he watches your eyes widen for a fraction of a second before tilting your head, as if coaxing him to continue. “And, you know, you get a lot of valentines each year, right? But I made you all those thunderbolt notes and stuff, and I got you all those gifts!” With each word, Noya feels like his heart is pumping harder and harder and his chest puffs out too. “So what I’m saying is, I think I’m the best one for you!! I’m better than everyone else ‘cause I really like you, you’re probably one of my best friends, I think you’re really neat-”

“Noya!” you interrupt him, laughing, and he’s a little shell-shocked. What, did he do something bad?? No, he couldn’t, he’s been dreaming of this day for far too long for it to turn out badly. “You.. you’re so sweet, oh my god. I- I thought you knew??”

“K.. Knew what?” He’s a little nervous now, but it’s nothing he can’t handle!

“I like you too, you dork,” you lean in and boop his nose, and your face lights up so much that Noya’s sure you’re the sun. “Ah! You made bento for me?? I thought you couldn’t cook!! You’re so sweet what the heck-”

“I know, I’m a master chef,” Nishinoya puffs out his chest even more than it’s already been puffed out and grins. God, he’s soaring right now. He’s ecstatic and you lean in to kiss his forehead. “Well, happy Valentine’s Day.”

#nishinoya yuu #yuu nishinoya #nishinoya yu #yu nishinoya #nishinoya yuu x reader #yuu nishinoya x reader #nishinoya yu x reader #yu nishinoya x reader #haikyuu #haikyu #haikyuu!!#haikyu!!#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq scenarios

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starcountesseevee · 3 years

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Just a cute Cliff x Reader one shot idea I had! First time doing a reader insert, hope I got it right!

Valentine’s Day

You had stalled in the break room until you were sure most of your fellow Grunts would be gone for the day before making your way to the locker room to change. As you opened the door two other girls were just coming out and you forced a smile and wave as they left before quickly dropping the cheery act as you headed to your locker. It was Valentine’s Day and you hadn’t intended to spend it alone, in fact, you still had reservations for later this evening for you and...No, you thought, you weren’t even going to think his name. He didn’t deserve it. Even though you hadn’t been together long, breaking up on today of all days was low. You yanked open your locker as you fought back tears, thankful that no one else was around to see you like this. Glancing at the small mirror in your locker you tried to push thoughts of him away but instead your reflection began to blur. You angrily swiped the tears out of your eyes with one hand while the other balled into a fist at your side, and you almost gave in to the strong urge to slam your fist into your locker. Instead an idea sparked in your mind and you grabbed a pair of leggings and tank top from your locker.

You slowly pushed open the door to the in-house gym, wincing as it creaked, and listened for signs of anyone else. Not hearing anything you stepped in and made sure the door shut gently behind you. It felt silly, sneaking into somewhere you had every right to be, but you really didn’t feel like running into anyone right now. You made your way over to the piece of equipment that had sparked this idea in the first place, the punching bag. Dropping your water bottle and towel next to it you popped in headphones, confident that if no one was here now there wouldn’t be anyone later given what day it was. It didn’t take long, especially as you pictured your newly ex-boyfriend’s face on the bag, to get in a zone and work up a sweat.

Cliff pushed back from his desk with a loud sigh, the last report of the day was finally finished and it was about time. He was the last one here, Sierra and Arlo had taken off early citing the holiday but Cliff didn’t have plans and figured he’d rather not let this work pile up for the next day. Standing up with a stretch he checked the time and was surprised to see it wasn’t as late as he had thought. Maybe there was some time to get a workout in before it got too late. He shut down his computer before changing in his office and heading down to the gym. As he opened the door he was surprised to hear someone else clearly going to town on the punching bag and was even more surprised to see who it was. You evidently hadn’t seen or heard him as you continued to take some kind of emotion out on the poor bag, something Cliff had to admit he wouldn’t have pictured you ever doing. You had joined Team Rocket a few months ago and had landed on his team. While the two of you had never had much interaction beyond a professional comment on training here and there you had definitely caught Cliff’s attention with your skill. And looks. Cliff thought as he found himself staring at you but quickly brushed the thoughts away. He was your boss after all, and he had heard you were dating someone anyway. Not wanting to startle you he cleared his throat to try and get your attention but was unsuccessful so he moved forward a few feet to try again. As he did you let out a shout and gave the bag a kick that sent it swinging right to where he had moved. He caught the bag with both hands as your hands flew to your face.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” You exclaimed as you yanked your headphones out. “I didn’t know anyone was still here.” Shit. Shit. Shit. Why was he still here?!

“No worries. No harm done, although I don’t know if the same can be said for the bag.” He joked before catching the look on your face. Were those tears? He frowned. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah, mhmm, all good here.” You tried smiling. “Just...um…” No, no, no, no, no! You mentally yelled at yourself as the adrenaline began to wear off. You were pretty sure all the anger at your ex had been taken out and now all that was left was the hurt. But dammit, you weren’t going to cry in front of the boss! “Actually I was just leaving.” You bent down and grabbed your stuff intending to make a hasty retreat to the locker room but a warm hand on your shoulder stopped you.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Cliff’s tone was gentle and sincere and you couldn’t stop the stream of hot tears that escaped your eyes this time. “Hey-” He began but you cut him off by standing up abruptly.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be...I should go.”

“(Y/N).” Cliff looked at you with concern. He didn’t like that you were crying and had a sudden urge to know why and fix it. “Hey, you can talk to me, what’s wrong?”

“It’s...stupid.” You laughed at yourself as you brushed your cheeks with the back of your hand.

“If it has you this upset it isn’t stupid.”

You eyed Cliff for a long moment as you contemplated telling him. On one hand he was the boss and your ex was also on his team. On the other hand he did seem genuinely concerned right now. “It’s Steve. We...he just broke up with me.” You finally said, swallowing hard while not daring to look at your boss’s reaction.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” Cliff had heard that you two were dating and while it wasn’t good that you were upset a small part of him was glad you were now single.

“I told you it was stupid.” You let out a small laugh. Now that you had finally let yourself cry about it you felt better and a little silly. “It’s just...today of all days, ya know? I had reservations and everything...I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be complaining to you.”

“No, it’s fine, really!” Cliff smiled warmly at you and placed a hand on your shoulder, giving it a little squeeze. “My door is always open if you need to talk.”

“Thanks.” You smiled shyly back suddenly very much aware of the fact that you were alone in here with your boss. Your hot boss. You felt your face begin to turn red and knew you should probably leave before you made a fool of yourself again. “Well, I guess I should get going.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Now that you had said you were leaving Cliff realized he wanted to find a reason for you not to.

“Yeah, I’m good. Thanks.” You smiled at him again and Cliff’s heart beat a little bit faster in his chest.

“What about your reservations?” He asked as you began to turn away and was glad when you turned back.

“What?” You tilted your head to the side with a laugh.

“You said you had reservations for tonight. It would be a shame for it to go to waste. Why don’t I take you?”

You froze. Did your boss really just ask to take you to dinner?

Cliff took your reaction as a bad sign and tried backpedaling. “I mean, if you want. I would feel terrible letting you go home like this-.”

“Yes.” You interrupted him before you could change your mind. Like he said, it would be a shame if the reservation, not to mention the little red dress hanging in your closet, went to waste. And if you cleaned up quickly you should make it just in time. “That sounds nice.”

“Great. It’s my treat, you deserve it.” Cliff grinned. “For all your hard work, that is.” He added quickly hoping he didn’t sound too unprofessional, reminding himself again he was your boss.

You told him you needed to get cleaned up first and gave him your address to pick you up at in an hour. As soon as you were out of headquarters you began running, thanking Legendaries you didn’t live far. Before you knew it the hour was up and your doorbell was being rung. You took another quick look in the mirror, smoothing your hair one more time before grabbing your keys and opening the door.

To say Cliff was surprised would be an understatement. Aside from in the gym earlier he had only ever seen you in your Grunt uniform and seeing you in a dress, especially a dress like the one you had on, was a pleasant surprise. “Wow, (Y/N), you look stunning.”

“Thanks.” You blushed as you stepped outside. “You don’t look half bad yourself.” Cliff had ditched his Team Rocket uniform for black slacks and a blue button up shirt; that was tight in just the right places you found yourself thinking. He hurried to open the passenger door for you before getting in himself, following your directions to the restaurant.

The table you two were seated at was small and draped in a pink table cloth that was covered in red hearts with a bouquet of roses in the middle. You groaned internally having forgotten that you had chosen this place for the romantic atmosphere they were known for on this holiday.

“Ahh, sorry, I forgot about all this.” You smiled sheepishly.

“Don’t be.” Cliff seemed more amused than anything. “I understand, you weren’t supposed to be here with me.”

“Right…” Your heart sank a bit as he reminded you of what had happened this morning. Seeing your expression Cliff immediately regretted bringing it up.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N), I shouldn’t have mentioned it.”

“It’s okay.” You forced a smile and reached for your glass but were startled when Cliff placed his hand over yours.

“If it’s any consolation I think he’s an idiot. Any guy would be lucky to be here with you, (Y/N).” You met gazes across the table but you were fortunately saved from coming up with a response as the food arrived.

For the rest of the meal you avoided any mention of your ex and the obvious romantic setting this was supposed to be, soon forgetting about all that completely. Cliff was the perfect gentleman throughout and by the time the check came you were totally at ease and genuinely sad that you would be going home. It had actually been nice talking with him, he wasn’t all Team Rocket and protein powder like everyone assumed. And every time he smiled or laughed you felt a little flutter in your stomach.

“Thank you, I had a great time. I needed this.” Your sentiment was genuine but your smile was nervous as Cliff walked you to your door, he had insisted on it even after you pointed out it was only a few feet from the curb he was parked at.

“I’m glad. You deserved it.” Cliff surprised you, and himself, by reaching out to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. Realizing what he did he quickly pulled his hand back. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

You cut off his apology by leaning up to kiss him. Maybe it was the day or the mood or the wine, not that you had had that much, or the way he had been smiling at you but in that moment you had just felt like it was the right thing to do. Your risk paid off when you felt his strong arm wrap around your waist and pull you closer to him. After a few moments you both pulled back.

“Does this mean I’m going to have to quit Team Rocket?” You joked, biting your lip as you looked up into his eyes.

“Quit? No. Change teams? Probably.” Cliff smiled again, melting your heart a little more, and brought a hand up to cup your face as his thumb traced a line across your cheek.

“I can live with that.” You laughed before he leaned in to kiss you again. This was definitely a better Valentine’s Day than you had expected.

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I was in Saint Denis and was doing the rob 5 town people challenge, when some woman started sassing me. Arthur grabbed her so her back was against his chest and put the gun to her head, saying "I wasnt gonna rob you but now I am." Could you write Arthur/reader where a few months later she ends up falling in with the camp and recognises his voice?

Woo boy, this one was fun and honestly could be the start of a multi-chapter fic! Great prompt! Also, Arthur is hilarious when he comes up with stuff like this.

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You watch as the ferry floats away from the pier. Your hand lowers as it would be impossible for your cousin to see you at this point. Part of you still wishes you could have gotten a ticket for this ferry, but at the same time, you’re glad you couldn’t. For the last few days, you’ve gotten a bad feeling about the boat. You doubted it was nothing, that you were just being silly, so you said nothing to your cousin.

As you turn and look down the street at the town of Blackwater, you begin lightly humming to yourself. It couldn’t be a more beautiful day. You’ll miss your cousin, the two of you are good friends, but she lives in Saint Denis with her parents. You live here alone, but you don’t want to leave. Blackwater is all you’ve ever known. It’s where your parents are buried and where you grew up.

You pass the barber’s shop and you get a sudden sense of dread, like there’s a heavy anticipation settling over the town. You can’t put your finger on as to why. Nothing seems wrong or out of place, plenty of people are milling about the town. It seems like a regular day.

As you walk down the street, trying to ignore the unsettling feeling, you suddenly hear shouts and screams. A police officer on his horse runs past you, heading for the lake. He yells out “Ferry’s being robbed!”

You watch in terror as people begin fleeing, cops swarming the streets and heading for the lake. Gun shots ring out. You begin backing up quickly and slam into someone hard.

“Watch it, buddy,” you say, glaring at the man. Of course it wasn’t his fault, more yours than his really, but you’ve never been known for apologizing. Without warning, the man suddenly grabs you, pins your back to his chest, and he whips out his gun, pointing it to your temple. In the chaos surrounding you, no one stops to rescue you.

“Now you listen here, miss,” he growls in your ear, his voice mixing with your heartbeats. “I wasn’t gonna rob ya, I was here to rob someone else. But now I have ya, hand over whatever ya got.”

“Please, mister, I don’t have anything,” you plead, your hands scratching at his arm wrapped around your shoulders, but seem to have no effect.

“Bullshit. You damn city folk always got somethin’. Now hand it over!”

“Okay, okay!” You reach into your pocket and pull out the fifty dollars you had. You’d intended to use the money to pay down your house for this month. You stuff the bills into his hand.

“There, that weren’t so hard. Now get outta here, and don’t mention me!” He shoves you hard and runs towards the lake, following the footsteps of the officers. You don’t get a good look at his face.

The incident of the double robbery terrifies you so much you stay out of Blackwater for the next few weeks. It’s alright anyways as the town is now swarmed by bounty hunters, officers and even Pinkertons, looking for the criminals. They wouldn’t be so bad, until the Governor declared that the town was going into complete lockdown. This meant that all businesses would be shut down until further notice and all residents must stay inside and even open their homes up to be searched in case anyone was housing fugitives.

This turns out to be devastating for you. Your home sits on the outlying border of Blackwater where you run a very small dairy farm. You’ve always managed to make a decent living as everyone buys milk, but with this lockdown, no one comes. The government has even sent in supplies to the residents, such as milk and eggs, in order to keep everyone alive for the meantime.

Blackwater, however, is not a cheap place to live anymore. Not ever since it stopped being a simple trading post, and it’s getting even more expensive now that the train station is being built. Even though businesses have stopped, bills haven’t. You still have to pay for the loan on your home as it wasn’t paid off when your parents died, and with no incoming money, your savings quickly dry up.

Things go on this way for weeks, and your situation goes from bad to worse. The criminals have not been caught yet and there’s been no word on their whereabouts either, so the Pinkertons and bounty hunters haven’t left yet. Your situation is growing dire. Just last week, someone from the bank stopped by to remind you to pay this month’s amount towards your property. You tried to explain that with the lockdown, you no longer have the money. He claimed it wasn’t the bank’s problem and they expected their payment by the end of the month otherwise you risk losing the property.

You would start selling milk again. Hell, these past few weeks all your supplies have basically been thrown away (the cows haven’t stopped milking after all). However, with the government giving out free milk and supplies, no one will pay for yours. You even try to sell the fact that the milk’s as fresh as it can be, but then the Pinkertons catch wind of your business and threaten to imprison you for it as all businesses are still shut down. They don’t care either when you explain your predicament.

The month ends and on the first day, officials from the bank come and seize your property. It doesn’t matter how much you scream and fight, claiming it’s the city government’s fault as you could have paid if you’d been allowed to run your business. They don’t care and by the end of the day, you’re left sobbing in the dirt with the few possessions you could carry. How will you be able to survive?

It’s clear that you can’t stay in Blackwater. There’s nothing left for you here except bad memories. It’s impossible to say how long this situation will last either. Instead of living on the streets, you decide to move to Valentine. Perhaps you can get a job as a waitress. You still have enough money that, even though you couldn’t pay for your house, maybe you can buy a cheaper property up there. Maybe even some cows and you can start over again. Besides, Valentine is a livestock town. You know livestock.

However, when you get to Valentine, things don’t go as you planned. Sure, you got a job as a waitress in the saloon, but it doesn’t pay very much and there are no properties for sale near the town. The few that are for sale are far away and too much for you to afford. You ask the manager of the saloon (who’s also the bartender) if you can live in one of the rooms upstairs until your situation is sorted out.

“Unless you’re working in one of those rooms, I can’t afford to let you live there.”

You know what he means by working in those rooms and you won’t stoop that low. You still have standards, after all. In the end, you have no choice but to sleep outside and work as much as possible during the days. You think things have hit an all time low.

One afternoon, you’re waiting tables. A particularly rowdy group of ranch hands comes in and gets a table. They immediately flag you down and you sigh. These types of men are the worst, but if you play your cards right, they can pay some of the highest tips. Especially if you’re quick on refilling their drinks.

Usually ranch hands don’t stay too long, but this group seems to want to stay. It’s been well over an hour and all of them have had their fair share of drinks, making them even louder and rowdier. As you approach them with more shots of whiskey, one man puts an arm around your waist and pulls you close.

“Hey, how much for a night, missy?” he asks.

“I don’t do that,” you say flatly.

“Oh come on. Bet you’d do it for someone like me,” he says.

“Why would I?” you glare down at him.

“Because I’m the sheriff’s son, miss. I can get you anythin’ you want.”

“Become the governor’s son and maybe I’ll think about it. And maybe think about becoming more than some ranch hand,” you snap and try pulling away. He just clenches your hips harder.

“You hear how this girl talks to fellers like us?” he laughs to his friends. They guffaw and point at you. “Seriously, girl, I’ve made all the other women in this saloon swoon before.”

“Well then go back to swooning them.”

“Nah, been there, done that. I want you.”

“Let go of me! I ain’t that kinda girl! Now take your drinks and get lost. All of you!”

“Hey, you can’t talk to us like that!” one man says. “We’re patrons!”

“I can, and I’m telling you all to get out!” You march over to the bar and tell the bartender your problem. He recognizes the man who was hitting on you and says that the sheriff’s cleaning his slate for some gambling problems, so he has to let his son stay. However, he doesn’t want you getting harassed, so he has one of the other girls cover for you.

When your shift is done, you head outside to have a smoke and dreading the fact that it looks like it might rain tonight. You’re still sleeping practically on the streets, so it’ll be a bad night. As you stand and smoke, lost in thought, you don’t hear the footsteps behind you.

Someone grabs you hard from behind, pinning you to their body. The sheriff’s son’s voice hisses in your ear, wreaking of alcohol.

“Hey there, missy. Just the two of us now. How about we skip talk of pay and just get down to business, hmm?”

His hand suddenly gropes you and you kick him in the shin. He yelps in pain and you push away from him. “I told you I ain’t that kind of girl! Now get lost before I tell your daddy what you do to women.”

His face scrunches in rage and he lunges at you, knocking you onto your back. You try fighting him but he’s much stronger and he’s got the upper hand. His hands pin your arms down as he tries kissing you, so you headbutt him. One hand releases your arm to press on his bleeding nose and you take the opportunity, grabbing his cattleman revolver, pointing it at his gut, and firing.

The bang echoes against the building, and you quickly throw him off of you. He writhes for a few seconds, a gurgling coming out of his mouth. You watch in shock as he draws his last breath. You certainly hadn’t meant to kill him.

The door to the saloon slams open and the bartender steps out. He looks at the body, you standing over it with the gun still in your hand.

“I…. I…” you stammer, not knowing what to say.

“My God, Y/N! You killed him!”

“He attacked me!” you say.

“Sheriff’s gonna lose his mind about this! He’s not one to mess around with the law, but when he hears about his boy… oh, Y/N, this is bad!”

“But he attacked me! I didn’t mean to kill him!”

The bartender comes over and smacks the pistol out of your hand. “You best get out of here, Y/N. I weren’t the only one who heard that gunshot. Sheriff or one of his deputies will be here any second and if they find you like this…. You’ll be hung by the end of the week. Go on, get outta here. I’ll come up with something.”

Without hesitating, you run off. He’s right of course, now that you’ve killed a man you can’t stay here. You run as fast as you can, heading south, but it doesn’t take long for you to lose your breath. By the time you hunker down, a painful stitch in your side, you realize how bad things have gotten. As the reality of it all sets in, you begin to sob.

You killed a man. Sure, he’d been attacking you and if he’d lived, he’d surely have done something truly terrible, but the fact remains. A man is dead because of you. Not only that, but the likelihood of the sheriff discovering the truth is a guaranteed problem. His son’s friends surely must have seen him coming after you. They’d know you’re his most likely killer, and they won’t have a problem telling the sheriff. You’re in big trouble.

The weight of this all forces you down to your knees and you sob harder. What can you possibly do? Should you head on to another town? But which one? So far, you haven’t had any luck being able to afford a new home. You just can’t seem to dig yourself out of this hole.

You hear a voice. “Ma’am? Ma’am, you okay?”

You look up and see an elderly man. His clothes are rough, dirty and torn in places. He’s got a bulbous nose and a thick gray beard and a wide belly. His eyes, though dark, have a kind look to them.

“I… I killed him.” The words slip out of your mouth.

“Killed who?” he asks.

“The sheriff’s son. I… I killed him. It was an accident.”

“Oh so you’re the one they’re looking for.” Fear stabs you in the stomach. This quick and you already have a bounty on you. He straightens up and looks down the road at Valentine. “You say it was an accident?”

You nod, getting to your feet and preparing to run. He’s an old man, he won’t be able to catch you easily. “Yeah. Bastard was trying to rape me, so I shot him.”

The man blinks. “Sounds like you’re in a bad way. Heard he was the sheriff’s son. Say, I don’t do this for everyone, but why don’t you come with me? I got a place you can stay until you get things figured out.”

“You aren’t planning on raping me too, are you? No offense, but I’m not in the mood to trust many men right now.”

“Don’t be thick, come on now. I live with a big group. Sure, there’s quite a few men, but I promise ain’t one of ‘em gonna touch ya. Especially when they hear you’ve already killed the man who tried to get ya.”

Instead of feeling suspicious, you can’t help but trust this man. He leads you down the trail towards a large copse of trees. As he walks into them, he turns to you.

“Think you’ll fit right in with us, miss. Everyone I live with has got a record behind ‘em. Hell, some of ‘em have killed more people than I’m even capable of counting, but don’t tell ‘em I said that.”

“So, you run with a gang of outlaws?” you say, feeling nervous again.

“That’s how you might choose to see it, but they’re alright really. Come on, I’ll introduce you.”

The old man leads you into a clearing. There you see several wagons and a few tents. Despite the hour, there’s still plenty of people milling about. A man sits at a round table with two women, a guitar in his hand and he’s singing in Spanish. Around one of the fire’s further away is a man in a plaid shirt talking to some other men. Not too far, near a tent, a woman sits next to a small boy, who’s playing in the dirt with a stick.

“Uncle!” a loud voice calls out. It seems to be directed to the man guiding you in. You look to see the owner of the voice. A tall, well groomed man with dark hair marches over to you, followed by a thin, gangling man with gray hair and a thoughtful face. “Uncle, what the hell are you doing? I said no more passengers!”

“Hey, hey, relax Dutch! Just a girl, got in a spot of trouble in town, figured she needed some help.”

“We can’t afford to feed any more mouths, you old goat!”

“What kind of trouble?” says the gray haired man. The two men look at you curiously. You realize they’re waiting for you to say something.

“I…. I killed the sheriff’s son. He was attacking me, so I shot him. It was an accident.”

Another man saunters over. He’s a broad man with curious blue eyes, a leather hat and a blue striped shirt. He smokes a cigarette, the other hand on his gun belt.

“What’s goin’ on?” he asks. His voice sounds horribly familiar. You try to pin down where you recognize it from.

“Uncle brought this girl in, says she killed the sheriff’s son,” the gray haired man says.

“That so?” the blue eyed man says. “Well, we got enough trouble, Uncle. Think you better take her back there. Let the sheriff deal with her.”

It suddenly clicks where you know him from. “You! You’re the man who robbed me in Blackwater!”

The man blinks and lowers his brow, clearly confused. “What?”

“You robbed me in Blackwater! The day that ferry got robbed! You’re the reason I lost my house!”

“I didn’t make you lose your house, miss.”

“Bullshit! You pointed a gun at my head and made me hand over everything I had. That money was gonna pay for my house for the next month! I’d still be living there if it weren’t for you!”

Anger courses through you and you want to hit this man. The dark haired man, Dutch you think Uncle called him, looks at the man.

“Is this true, Arthur?”

“Well, sure I robbed a gal down in Blackwater. She was sassin’ me, so I robbed her.”

“I lost everything. Everything because of you!”

“All you had was fifty bucks, hardly anything.”

“That was my month’s payment on my house! Then the goddamn town went into lockdown and I couldn’t make money, so the bank took my house back! Way I see it, you owe me, buddy!”

You’re shaking and quite a few people in the gang have gathered, drawn to your yelling.

“Wait, explain the situation in Blackwater,” the gray haired man asks. You tell him. Dutch and the man trade almost remorseful looks. You stand there, waiting for them to tell you to get lost. Instead, Dutch turns to the man he addressed as Arthur.

“You heard her, son. We owe her. Miss Grimshaw? Please show her a place to stay. What’s your name, girl?”

You’re shocked by this turn of events, but you tell him. A middle aged woman with a stern face comes over. She gestures for you to come over to her and then she puts a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“Come along, dear. We can get you settled. Sounds like you’ve had quite the ordeal.”

She doesn’t ask you for further details nor does she explain anything about her gang. She just shows you to a spot under a canvas where three other girls sleep. They pull out a bedroll and spread it, allowing you to lie down. When you do, you realize how exhausted you are. Despite all the things that have happened, you fall quickly to sleep.

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The next few days are a confusing blur. Most of the members are curious, especially when they hear that you lived in Blackwater and had an unfortunate run in with Arthur, who you’re still convinced is the one who sent you on this downward spiral.

Grimshaw explains that this gang cannot carry people who don’t work (which is odd because you haven’t seen Uncle do a thing besides drink and play his banjo), so she sets you to work at a wagon run by a man named Pearson, the camp cook. As you set down to chopping vegetables, Arthur walks over, looking sheepish.

“Um, ma’am, I uh I wanted to apologize. For robbin’ you. Guess… guess I been robbin’ folk so long it just comes natural.”

“I heard Dutch sayin’ you folks only rob from the rich in order to help the poor. I was never a rich woman, Mr. Morgan.”

He lowers his head. “I know. I figured since you was in Blackwater you had money to spare. I’m sorry. I know that if I hadn’t taken your money, you’d probably still have a home. You wouldn’t be in this mess. But I got you this. I know it won’t get you your house back, but maybe it can help somehow.”

He hands you a wad of cash. After counting it, you find it’s well over sixty dollars. You look up at him. “You’re right, it won’t get me my life back, Arthur. But I appreciate the gesture.”

He swallows a bit. “Well, I just wanted to let you know, you’re welcome to stay with us for as long as you want. I’m gonna vouch for ya, I at least owe you that. And if there’s anything else you need, let me know.”

You thank him and he walks away. You feel a great weight lift from your shoulders. Your crimes from the other night won’t be erased, but at least you’re not having to be alone to deal with it. You have the possibility of making friends here with this gang out outlaws. After all, you are one yourself it seems. You suddenly wonder where your life might lead now that you’ve started down this path.

#rdr2 fanfic #red dead fanfic #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x female reader #awkward asks

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