#he’s nicer to Matt than he ever was to her | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

a-kaash-me-outside · 1 year

Text

the walls are thin - epilogue

in which atsumu is your college neighbor with whom you share a wall. previous | epilogue [masterlist]

// proudly unpredictable and awestrukenly trusting ~ ᴀᴛsᴜᴍᴜ x ʙᴏᴋᴜᴛᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ~ 12504 ᴡᴏʀᴅs

a look into this chapter: 18+ minors dni omg even more smut, lots of fluff!, established relationships, seriously just a lot of fluff, we get to see all our favs, gatherings, party vibes, threesome, oral m!receive, throat fucking, oral f!receive, slight objectification but its hot?, afab she/her pronouns

a note from ♡ tori ♡: ah okay guys, i can't believe we're finally here. the END of twrt. i really didn't think that it would get this much love and all the interactions really just made me so happy and like would make my days, every week, all the time. tysm and ah, i can't wait for you guys to read THIS. it's like, ah, my fav. <3 <3 <3 can't wait to hear your guys' last thoughts on this silly little fic. ♡ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢs ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ♡

ever since you woke up 3 hours ago, you’ve been an anxious mess. productive, sure, but still uneasy. even now, you’re tidying, moving about the kitchen, wiping down the counters, putting away dishes, moving with purpose, quick, short movements from task to task.

“can ya stop pacing? it’s making me nervous,” atsumu calls from the living room, clicking his tongue and shaking his head as he emerges in the archway.

“how are you not more nervous already?” you ask, not stopping a single bit, actually pacing more now. before it was a way of getting around between chores, now you’re heel to toe, heel to toe, heel to heel toe until you reach the edge of the invisible barrier between your kitchen and dining room and then you turn 180° and repeat the process again.

it’s much roomier here than the kitchen in your apartment. the distance between your 180s is much longer than you had the luxury of before. you’re grateful for that, more time to overthink before spinning around.

you’re grateful for a lot of things in this kitchen compared to the last. the countertops are much nicer, shinier, easier to clean. the cupboards are roomier, don’t slam as loudly. the sink is big, spacious, with a spraying feature that actually gets the food off of the dishes. the stove has gas burners and there are two ovens instead of one really shitty one (though, those were a part of the non negotiable luxuries list you and atsumu came up with months ago). the fridge makes ice without having to fill the trays and the freezer has built-in shelves.

you’re grateful for the little things scattered around the kitchen too, the things that make it feel like home. the electric kettle is a matte sage and it matches your tea green dishware. the two cacti on the window sill, the hanging flowers to the right of the sink. photos of you and atsumu and friends, stupid lovey notes, oikawa and iwaizumi’s save the date, all attached to the fridge with tasteful souvenir magnets. the notepad on the freezer door where you and atsumu write your meal plan for the week. a dry erase calendar sprinkled with events in both yours and atsumu’s handwriting.

“hey, c’mon,” he says, walking over to you, reaching out his hand and wrapping it around your wrist gently to stop your repetitive motions. “makin’ me dizzy too.” he lets your hand fall as you stop, walking a few more steps away from him, deeper into the kitchen.

you huff, leaning your lower back against the cool countertop, heels digging into the tile floor as you cross your arms over your chest. “seriously, tsumu, how are you not nervous?”

he leans against the adjacent counter, palms gripping the edge, “what exactly are you worried about?”

“i don’t know,” you mumble, head tilting forward slowly, base leaving your spine, chin coming into soft contact with your chest as you take a deep breath.

you can’t see atsumu as he moves towards you, too busy looking down at your feet, but his voice is close to you as he speaks, “yea you do.” it’s soft, knowing, but patient.

“i just…,” you trail off. atsumu waits a few moments, trying to let you articulate whatever you’re feeling and wherever your worries are stemming from, but you look up at him and you’re not making any attempts to explain, so he tries to fill it in.

“everyone will get along, i promise. i know it’s been awhile, but that doesn’t mean that-,” he starts explaining.

you cut him off, shaking your head, “no it’s not that…”

“then what, baby?” he asks, nudging your legs apart, stepping in between them until the outsides of his thighs are pressed against the insides of yours. he grips onto the counter on either side of your hips.

you speak, small and somewhat under your breath, “we haven’t seen everyone in too long, i just really want everything to go well so i can enjoy the night.”

“come here,” he wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest, smoothing his hand over your hair as he presses a soft kiss onto the top. you let him move you, embrace you, wrapping your arms around his waist and finally taking a much needed deep breath.

you’re already feeling so much better, but he keeps explaining, “we get to see friends, some that we haven’t seen in years, all in one place, under this roof, our roof,” he pulls you back gently, kissing your cheek and then your cheekbones, “we own this roof,” he says, kissing you again and you giggle, “and we get to just hang out and play stupid games and catch up with everyone.”

atsumu steps back from you, interlocking his fingers with yours and spinning you around until your back is pressed up against his chest, swaying with you. “and we will play terrible music and feel so weird when two obscure friends talk to each other and we don’t even have to worry about stupid downstairs neighbors,” he says, spinning you back so he can see your adorable face again, watch the worry melt right off of it as he often gets to do because he’s so good at the melting, “and everyone will give us gifts, some really cool and some really bad, and we get to just have a really great night with everyone all in exchange for hours of veggie prep and hundreds of dollars in sliced meats and days of setting up and coming days of cleaning up.”

well, fuck, you can’t even remember why you were so worried a second ago.

“we still have so much work to do before everyone shows up at 6,” you note, no longer hurriedly anxious but still aware of how quickly time seems to pass when you’re being smothered in kisses by atsumu. your eyes flick to the clock above the stove that reads 10:15 am, but you don’t move an inch. even after all of this time, you’re still painfully aware of how difficult it is to unravel from a comforting atsumu.

bzz bzz. atsumu sits up, kisses your forehead quickly, and then walks back to the living room where his phone is buzzing. well, maybe it’s not so difficult for him. you almost yell out a pout, but realize that this sudden interruption should probably be welcomed, allowing you to actually focus on getting the house perfectly ready.

“hey,” atsumu says into the phone, muffled by the distance of being two rooms over now. “yea.” … “great!” … “okay.” …. “alright.” …. “okay. see you then.” …. “love you too.”

you scan your list of things to do, open the fridge to truly take in the quantity of vegetables and amount of side prepping you have to do, put the last dishes from the dishwasher away, and make a tiny note to remind atsumu to grab the mini burners from the basement. “who was that?” you call out.

“god, it’s a good thing we did all the shopping yesterday, or you’d be an even bigger mess today,” atsumu says, popping into the kitchen again, jumping up onto your freshly cleaned counter.

you throw him a look, eyes narrowed and jaw open in faux shock. “i literally just cleaned that,” you say, gesturing to the counter he is now sitting on, “also, i probably would be a smaller mess if someone was a bit more helpful.” you can’t help your smile as he shrugs his shoulders, playing along. just as you spent the entire morning cleaning the kitchen, atsumu had spent the entire morning cleaning the living room. the two of you both knew this.

you walk over to him. “can’t believe i’ve had to do everything today,” you shake your head at him, smile even wider as he leans forward and kisses it. “in return, i’d like you to go downstairs and find those stupid burners and also bring up the extra tables so i can set them.”

even amidst the chaos, clock ticking down with your to-do list still impossibly full, atsumu has a way of pulling you into these small moments. he always has, your entire relationship. it doesn’t matter what you were worried about, how you were feeling, what you were doing, he always creates space for you and him to just enjoy each other.

most of the time, just like this time, it comes in the form of teasing and poking fun. “y’know,” you tack on, leaning forward and kissing him back, “because you haven’t really done anything,” you explain.

he wraps his arms around your waist, leans back pulling you with him, kissing the side of your face, “oh is that so?”

you squirm to get out of his arms, but he holds tight, laughing now as he continues to press kiss after kiss after kiss wherever he can reach. “yes! it is so!!” you yell, laughter making it nearly unintelligible.

“right, the living room cleaned itself?” he asks.

you can’t stop laughing as you quip back, “magic, maybe.”

he lets you go completely now and shakes his head at you. “just like the table is going to magically find its way up here?” he asks, tilting his head.

you place your hands on his knees. “nope. that’s all you,” you tease.

knock knock knock. the fear creeps up on you quickly, all rational thought leaving in an instant as you worry about how much time could have passed, wrong information you could’ve sent out, unexpected people that it could be.

the crooked smile on atsumu’s face combats it instantly. “it’s a good thing i recruited back up then, huh?” atsumu says, nodding in the vague direction of your front door. your eyebrows knit together in confusion, but atsumu doesn’t say anything else, nods in the same direction again.

you make your way to the front door, tip toeing on perfectly cleaned hardwood floors and over brand new decorative rugs. just a week ago, this place was filled with boxes and disassembled furniture. now, in their places are the trinkets that filled them and the put together pieces.

the front door doesn’t even have a chance to open completely before you’re jumping into his arms, squeak of excitement leaving you, hanging off of his neck. whatever he was holding in his arms is set gently onto the ground so that he’s able to reciprocate the tightness of the hug.

you pull back, eyes wide and smile even wider before wrapping your arms around him once more and hugging him even tighter. you’re so enveloped in his embrace that you don’t hear atsumu approach behind you, only notice that he’s there when he scoffs loudly.

“what was one of the first things i said when you learned that he existed?” atsumu jokingly scolds. you pull away from your hug, half turning to see atsumu’s smitten smile and teasing head shakes. “i said that you weren’t allowed to like my brother more than me.”

you take a step back from the doorway, allowing osamu to actually step into the house. osamu reaches down to pick up his bags, one neatly packaged reusable kitchen bag and a just as neatly packaged gift bag. “that is somethin’ he usually has to say,” osamu says, looking in your direction, “when people meet atsumu first, it sets the bar pretty low.”

atsumu reaches forward to hit the side of osamu’s head, but osamu ducks out of the way like he’s been anticipating it from the moment the thought popped into his head. “besides, most people can’t help it,” osamu loudly whispers to you, smirking, “i’m just the better twin.”

“never shoulda invited ya,” atsumu shakes his head.

“but i��m so much help,” osamu replies, leaving his shoes neatly to the right of the door.

“yea, you’re just in time to go get stuff from the basement,” atsumu points out, nodding towards the basement door down the hallway.

“oh, absolutely not,” you step in front of atsumu’s nodding, blocking the view to the basement as if to prove a point. “samu’s gonna help me in the kitchen because duh and also so he can tell me all about the onigiri miya drama,” you explain to atsumu, shifting your weight forward onto the tips of your toes and smiling huge.

“god, i made a mistake inviting you over to help prep, didn’t i?” atsumu asks, but you’re already pulling osamu by the forearm into the kitchen, loudly excited to tell him every little detail about your new kitchen.

“you remember the old kitchen, right?”

“yea, of course, was kinda shitty.”

“i know, i know, but look! look at this, samu, 2 ovens.”

“gas stove too?”

“yea! works much better with the pans you got tsumu and i last christmas.”

“oh! do ya wanna see the housewarming gift i got ya?”

“now?!”

“why not?”

“then, yea! duh!”

nope. definitely not a mistake.

atsumu peaks his head into the archway with every intention of telling you that he’s heading to the basement and asking you if you could think of anything else that was down there that he needed to bring up. instead, he gets to watch this scene unfold, doesn’t dare to interrupt as you tear the tissue paper out of the bag, throw it onto the floor that you were so worried about moments ago, dig your hand around inside to feel for the contents, and then pull out a wooden box. “no way,” you say under your breath, turning quickly to set it down on the counter with excessive care. “my own?”

“come on, yn, every time you and sumu were at my place when ya came to visit, ya wouldn’t stop talkin’ about it,” osamu says, beaming, watching you closely as you gently pop open the latch.

“yea but then i went home and tsumu and i looked up how much it was and then we couldn’t stop randomly bringing up how much you spent on a fucking knife for 3 weeks straight,” you explain, shaking your head. you reach down into the box, running your fingers over the engraving on the side and it takes everything in you not to burst into tears as you read it. miya.

“i heard ya had a lot of veggies to prep,” osamu says, shrugging, “you’ll get enough use out of it today alone, i bet.”

“this is insane, samu, fuck,” you say, turning towards him and hugging him for the third time today already. “thank you so much.”

“of course,” osamu says, hugging you back.

“not really a gift for tsumu, though, huh?” you ask.

“the gift for sumu was how happy it makes you,” he replies without missing a beat, as if he actually thought it all the way through when buying it, saw the price tag, and took into account how happy his brother would be if he bought it for you. you can’t stop smiling.

the food prep flies by, not just because of your incredible new knife, but also because of the company. it’s actually been hours by the time you get everything washed, chopped, prepped, and plated, but the entire time was spent catching up on months worth of onigiri miya drama and the trips that you and atsumu had recently taken.

the second that the door to the basement closes, you lean in close to osamu, “so how is it going with that girl who keeps coming in right before closing?” you don’t have to be as close as you are to osamu to notice how flustered he gets instantly.

“i’m gonna switch jobs with sumu,” osamu threatens, shaking his head as he brings packages of vegetables to the sink.

you follow right along. “evading the question is just going to make it worse,” you explain.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replies, evidently evading the question.

“the last you told me, she was still coming in and you were still staying open just to make her food,” you say, turning off the faucet so that he pays attention to you. “is that still happening?” he doesn’t respond. “you have to at least give me that!”

he sighs, turning his attention to you. “the second that atsumu walks up those stairs, you don’t say another word about this,” he says, finger in your face.

“deal! deal deal deal!” you say, nodding along. “is it still happening?”

“and,” he adds, “you let me wash the veggies while we talk about this.” you reach over and turn the faucet on again, smiling. he continues, “yes, it’s still happening.”

“have you told her that you like her?” you ask, not contributing a single bit to the prep that osamu is doing.

“well, i’m not 12, so, no?” he replies.

you hit his shoulder, “you don’t have to be 12 to have a crush on someone, samu. but, seriously, do you get that vibe?”

“probably just hungry after work or something,” osamu mumbles.

“so nothing has happened since we last talked that would make it seem like maybe she’s into you?” you ask, squinting at him despite the fact that his attention is solely on washing the bunches of broccoli.

you hear the sound of ascending steps from the basement, the door knob jiggle open, and you know osamu does too as he quickly says, “i mean, maybe the one time we were chatting until 4 am.” the door squeaks open and osamu raises his eyebrows at you and shakes his head. you will get this information out of him later.

it’s not long until it’s just a few short hours of everyone arriving. the decorating is mostly done, the food is prepped in the fridge, the tables are mostly set up. you entrust the rest of the prep to the miya twins- which might be a terrible idea, you’ll have to see once you come back downstairs- as you go upstairs to get yourself ready.

“i will keep an eye on him,” osamu says, flinging his arm around atsumu.

atsumu instantly pushes osamu’s arm off of him, shaking his head and reaching to smack the side of his head again. “it’s my house!” atsumu yells, missing once again and then instantly trying to hit him again. when osamu keeps moving out of the way, atsumu jumps at osamu, sending the two of them flying backwards and into one of the tables that needs to be finished setting up. the table bumps against the wall and even from your place on the stairs, you can see the ding in the freshly painted wall.

atsumu and osamu look at the wall and then up at you, waiting to see how you’ll react and how much they should start blaming each other. you just laugh, “the first of many, i suppose.” and then you make your way upstairs.

/++/

5:39pm and you walk downstairs, breath held because you’re not exactly sure what the state of the house is going to be in, but whatever expectations that you had are surpassed. everything looks exactly how you want it to look.

atsumu and osamu are standing side by side looking down at the large, mostly empty table where, in an hour’s time, your closest friends will be gathered, enjoying food and each other’s company. “i still think we should just set up the broths and vegetables,” atsumu says.

your torn between pulling out the camera or committing this adorable scene to memory, atsumu and osamu in the same exact pose, arms folded across their chests, posture mimicked, head tilted to the same degree. you opt for the camera. it’s more replicable that way, more provable.

it’s over all too soon, osamu bumping his shoulder into atsumu’s and shaking his head. “i told ya already, stupid,” osamu jeers, “if people aren’t eatin’ for another hour, there’s no need to bring em out yet. ya don’t even have to do anything, just hafta take the plastic wrap off of em.”

“yeah, but when we’re-,” atsumu starts to argue.

“yer wrong, just be wrong, sumu,” osamu interrupts.

atsumu moves to hit him again, but you speak up, “we can just bring it out when everyone arrives and settles.” the two of them turn to face you and atsumu can’t help the smitten face that quickly takes over, doesn’t even have the heart to argue with you right now. “seriously, everything looks great, guys, thank you.”

osamu sends back a quick, not a problem that you don’t have a chance to reply to, because atsumu meets you in two quick strides, kissing the side of your cheek. “you look a lot less stressed,” he says against your skin and then moves to pull away. osamu, the most perfect man in the world who can read any room and react with impeccable timing, tells the two of you that he’s going to finish cleaning up the prep mess in the kitchen.

you place both of your hands on either side of atsumu’s face, pulling him to kiss you. “you’re really good to me, y’know that?” you ask.

“ya look really good tonight, y’know that?” he asks back.

you shake your head at his evaded question. you know that he knows that. you kiss him again. “don’t you have to get ready? people are going to walk through that door any minute.”

“yes,” he says quickly, kisses you once more, and is then bounding up the stairs, “i’ll be 10 minutes tops!” he yells from your bedroom.

/++/

atsumu is the third person that shows up to your party and that’s not including you and osamu. the first person that shows up is maki at 5:58pm because, sure, he could’ve waited for those 2 minutes and shown up right on time, but that would’ve been 2 minutes that he could’ve been spending with you. he earns a hug just as hard as osamu, harder even, longer, despite the fact that you saw maki just last week when he helped you move in.

“you’re early, y’know that?” you ask when you pull away. maki steps inside of your house as if he’s been there a million times, leaves his shoes right next to osamu’s and nods.

“2 whole minutes,” maki replies, shrugging, “issei’s on his way and i’m sure oikawa and iwa will be late,” he informs you and you nod along. sure, maki had helped you move in, but he hadn’t gotten to see your house put together like it is now. he takes the liberty of exploring the rooms of the ground floor and you follow him around as you ask him how his drive was.

when you make it into the kitchen, excited to start rattling off everything about it that you love, osamu is in there casually on his phone. osamu and maki had met before, several times. it was inevitable, really, the most important person in your life other than atsumu and the most important person in his life other than you knowing one another. and you’re grateful for the fact that you don’t need to introduce or entertain the two of them as they instantly start a conversation because someone is already at the door and atsumu is nowhere to be seen.

the second person that shows up at your party is kita at 6:00pm on the dot. you know everyone that’s coming to the party, but you know kita the least and yet, the second that he starts talking, you feel like you’ve known him forever. you’ve only really met one other time, but kita steps inside and tells you how gorgeous the entryway to your house is and hands you a small gift and you understand very quickly why atsumu and osamu have raved about this person for years.

atsumu makes his way downstairs, quickly and haphazardly and almost falling on his ass, at 6:14pm. he just barely beats out sakusa and hinata who show up together at 6:15pm. in fact, he’s there to greet them at the door with you. they’re the first people that you greet as a couple and it, along with the soft chatter in the kitchen from osamu, maki, and kita, is making the night feel very real.

sakusa and hinata don’t need any introductions or hand-holding. even though they have never been in your house, they make themselves feel at home, walking in and leaving the two of you in the doorway as they explore. “this is crazy, right?” you ask atsumu, unable to focus on one conversation that’s happening and it’s filling you with a joy that is unmatched.

he answers by pressing a kiss into your forehead and nodding down the hall where hinata is touching something that he maybe shouldn’t be and sakusa is scolding him, something about how he’s so glad bo isn’t here yet. you can’t help but laugh, taking a single step in their direction before the next person is knocking on the door.

issei shows up at 6:16pm. he’s the first person to say the word, congratulations! to the two of you and it feels warm on your mind and in your chest. “maki’s already here, right? he said he was coming early to see you,” issei says, peering down your hallway.

“two minutes, issei,” you say, shaking your head, “he was two minutes early and it’s a good thing too, because i haven’t been able to spare anything other than those two minutes.”

“ah, there’s that college you,” issei jokes, pulling you in for a hug, “i knew it was in there somewhere, that interesting mixture of super stressed and in love with atsumu.” you narrow your eyes at him, but can’t get a comeback out as he continues, “where’s kawa and hajime, anyway?”

“come on,�� you check your imaginary watch, “it’s still practically six o’clock.”

“true, but iwa did say that he was really going to try to get oikawa here on time,” issei notes as you shut the door behind him.

“and i’m saying that even really trying, there’s no way oikawa shows up before 7pm,” you shoot back and pull issei into the direction of the kitchen. you make quick eye contact with atsumu who gives you a warm smile and gestures towards the living room, making his way over there as soon as you return an affirming nod.

“i know you’re right, but sometimes i just want to have faith in them, y’know,” issei says, the two of you entering the kitchen. maki immediately (and politely) leaves his current conversation to join you guys when he sees you.

“who?” maki asks, quickly and very nosy.

“hajime trying to get oikawa here early,” you reply.

“oh, there’s no way that oikawa shows up before 7pm,” maki says matter-of-factly.

you grab onto his shoulder, nodding with your whole body because it’s really nice to have someone in your life who understands you as much as maki does. “that’s what i said!!!!”

the three of you catch up as much as three people who are in four different group chats and who talk to each other every day can catch up with one another. it is different, though. you hadn’t seen issei in months and maki hadn’t seen him in almost as long as you and you feel like you’re back in college in the best way possible and you really wish oikawa and iwaizumi were here.

you’re so immersed in your conversation that you actually don’t hear the door open. instead, you hear the voices traveling from the foyer, through the halls, and to the kitchen at 6:43pm.

“i don’t think you’re supposed to just walk in, rin,” you hear a familiar voice at the front door.

“well, then, maybe they should lock their door, aran,” you hear a different familiar voice reply.

you excuse yourself, walking to go greet the two people at the door. atsumu beats you to it, practically running down the hallway and pulling aran and then suna into a half hug. “yo, careful, atsumu, geez,” suna pokes, but hugs him right back. “you’re gonna break whatever this gift is.”

“how do you not know what it is?” atsumu asks, grabbing the large bag from him.

“because rin just asked if we could get something together so he wouldn’t have to go shopping,” aran says before suna could offer any sort of bullshit excuse. suna doesn’t deny it then, only lets a knowing, lazy smile creep onto his face.

“yea, guilty,” suna shrugs, “but to be fair, it was really expensive, whatever it is.”

aran nods, “it was really expensive.”

atsumu shakes his head, “you guys really didn’t hafta get us anything.”

“i mean, if it was just you, we wouldn’t have,” suna explains, looking passed atsumu and walking towards you. “thanks for havin’ us.”

you are pulled into two more hugs. you should have been keeping count of the amount of hugs you’re giving out tonight because the number is definitely getting up there and you’re not sure that it’s going to stop anytime soon.

“of course,” you reply, “thank you for whatever this really expensive gift is.”

“yea, whatever it is,” suna laughs.

you rest your hand on aran’s shoulder, “kita’s already here and osamu’s been here all day.”

“what? where was our all day invite?” suna asks.

“we’re literally here 45 minutes late, rin,” aran says, face unphased but voice questioning.

“yea, and you wouldn’t have helped,” atsumu tacks on.

“alright, yea,” suna says and the four of you walk into the kitchen. you note in your head that another thing you’re very grateful for about this kitchen is how much bigger it is than your last one, the open connection to the dining area granting the ability to fit everyone without having to worry about being too cramped.

you note the different groups of people forming, the different conversations that are taking place. you’re still playing host right now, walking from group to group and adding a few words or giving a side hug or asking if anyone wants a drink.

“who else is coming?” aran asks when you interrupt his conversation with kita and sakusa.

“oh, my friends, oikawa and iwaizumi, and then bo, i think, right?” you answer and ask atsumu across the room.

“yup,” atsumu nods, returning his attention to the conversation that he’s having with issei and suna.

“oikawa and iwaizumi are usually this late, but i’m not sure why bo is so late,” you say, thoughtful, but then shrug your shoulders. as if on cue, there is a knock at the door. “oh! that’s probably him.”

you rush over to the door and are very surprised to see oikawa and iwaizumi at 7:02pm. “i’m sorry that we’re late. i really tried this time,” iwaizumi says, looking at oikawa with a death stare rather than you with an apologetic one. you laugh, shaking your head. you hug them both, one arm around each of their necks as you squeeze them tight.

you hadn’t seen them even longer than you hadn’t seen issei, almost an entire year. sure, you kept in contact all the time, but you hadn’t physically been able to hug them and see them in far too long. they had just been much too busy with life and travel and wedding plans and life. “‘ts fine, but you’re staying later to make up for it,” you reply, still not letting go.

“oh, we’re staying in town for a few days, actually,” oikawa smiles, “surprise?”

“oh my god!” you say, indeed surprised. “that’s incredible!”

“yeah, atsumu helped us set the whole thing up the second we even made a mention in passing,” oikawa explains.

“guess that’s why kawa thought it would be okay to be the last people here?” iwaizumi says, evidently still playfully bitter about the fact that oikawa made them late again.

“actually,” you say, “not the last people to get here. somehow.”

“dammit! no way?” iwaizumi says in disbelief. you’re about to question why that’s such a bad thing, but oikawa’s sweet smile contorts into mischief and told ya so.

“ha! pay up! i told you, hajime,” oikawa says, poking his finger into the side of iwaizumi’s cheek.

“ridiculous,” iwaizumi shakes his head, “who else?”

“oh, just bokuto. i’m still really not sure why he’s so late. i thought you guys were him,” you reply, shaking your head. “i’ll send him a text-.”

“hajime,” oikawa says monotonously, cutting you off, “pay. up.”

“what? not here?” iwaizumi says, shaking his head, eyebrows furrowed like oikawa has just asked for something he should not have. knowing oikawa, he probably did exactly that.

“yes, here. pay up!” oikawa says, nodding back in the direction that they came from. you tilt your head curiously, wanting to ask questions, but just letting whatever is happening unfold.

“absolutely not,” iwaizumi refuses.

“no, because i said that-,” oikawa starts, finger in iwaizumi’s face once again.

“okay, okay, fine,” iwaizumi gives in. you’ve known the two of them long enough to know exactly what’s going through iwaizumi’s brain. there were times before that he didn’t give in to oikawa as quickly as this, but all three of you know that when oikawa starts droning on about whatever he said, it never ends in iwaizumi getting his way.

“it’s in the car,” oikawa smiles.

“i’ll be back,” iwaizumi grumbles, turning around and then he’s gone again.

you choose not to ask any questions because oikawa is not responding to your very confused face and instead starts asking you about your new home. you only get halfway into a partial conversation when iwaizumi shows back up at the door, shaking his head, sighing heavily with a white t-shirt that reads oikawa was right. “perfect,” oikawa says, placing his palm against the words and patting softly.

he walks down the hallway on his toes, swaying back and forth proudly, “issei, come look at this stupid fucking shirt that hajime’s wearing!” within seconds, issei appears in the hallway, attacking oikawa with a hug and then pointing at iwaizumi, shaking his head and laughing. maki follows behind with less force, but all of his composure vanishes the second he sees the shirt.

“god, i can’t believe i get to marry that idiot,” iwaizumi says softly and you know that if anyone else were standing here with him, he wouldn’t have let it slip out into the air, but he knows that you get it more than anyone.

once everyone is settled, back into small groups conversing, you take out your phone to shoot bokuto a text message to at least ask him where he’s at. he responds in seconds.

> bokkun ♡ / 7:14 pm> SORRY. walking up now ♡♡♡♡♡♡

“well, well, well,” you say, clicking your tongue as you open the door. you’re there before he’s even knocked. “you’re very late, bokuto.”

“i’m sorry! i’m sorry,” he says, leaning down and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you into an enveloping, warm, tight hug. “but i have a good reason?” he says as he steps back.

emerging from behind him is akaashi with an almost embarrassed, sheepish smile.

“oh my god! i haven’t seen you in so long! ah!” you say, greeting him with a hug as well. it’s less warm, more friendly than bokuto’s, and you can feel how nervous he is. you met akaashi a few times before and really hit it off. he was easily one of your favorite people even though you’ve known him much less than some of the other people at this party. but he didn’t live in the area and neither of you were very good at keeping up with each other.

“i’m sorry i dropped by uninvited, but bokuto said that it would be okay and-,” akaashi smiles apologetically.

“of course it’s okay!” you say, pulling him inside.

“well, okay, i didn’t bring kaashi so that you would ignore me,” bokuto says, stepping inside on your other side, throwing his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side.

“me? ignore you? come on, you’ve gotta be joking,” you tease, wrapping your arms around his neck, practically hanging off of him. “tsumu!” you yell excitedly, walking as quickly as you can with bokuto attached to your hip into the living room where everyone has migrated, “bo is here!” you emerge from the hallway. “and look who he brought!”

you’re so excited to start introducing anyone who doesn’t know akaashi to akaashi because everyone loves akaashi, but just as you’re about to start pointing everyone out and giving names to faces, akaashi speaks, soft and timid in this room of so many people, but clear nonetheless. “samu?”

osamu’s head swivels around quickly, following that voice that he evidently knows so well, because the word is already coming out of his mouth, before he’s even made eye contact with him. “keiji?” there are conversations still happening, people still chatting, but a few of them stop, and most importantly you hear it and notice it.

“you two know each other?” bokuto asks, surprised and excited all in one.

for you, it’s more about figuring out what’s happening than being excited and happy that they already know each other. “you two know each other that well?” you question.

osamu turns away, tilts his head down to the floor and clears his throat, but akaashi isn’t that quick. you watch the blush spread across his nose and cheeks.

“yeah, i work near onigiri miya and i usually stop there after work,” akaashi explains, “samu- er, osamu is usually kind enough to let me stay and eat while he cleans up.”

it all clicks.

you can’t stop the expression from creeping onto your face. the warning glance that osamu sends your way is just more proof of how heavily it’s showing. you have so many questions, need so many answers, at the very least want some sort of confirmation that you are as right about this as you feel and akaashi gives you just that.

he laughs, light and airy, and you can see the effects that it has on osamu. “just the other day he let me stay until like,” akaashi lowers his head, slightly embarrassed, “i had a really annoying day at work and he let me hang out in the restaurant until like 4 in the morning. and you had to be in at like 9 the next day, didn’t you?” he asks osamu.

“oh, even earlier, actually,” osamu teases back, “like 7 or something ridiculous.”

akaashi shakes his head, tucks a piece of hair behind his ear and exhales, “i’m not even going to make any promises that i won’t do it again.”

“well, i would never ask that of ya,” osamu says and you can feel how genuine it is and it’s not even pointed at you.

atsumu shoots you a questioning look, very aware of the silent exchanges between you and osamu. you shoot him back a wide-eyed, excited expression and mouth the word, later to him. atsumu nods back at you, gives you a quick thumbs up, and then continues talking with hinata, sakusa, aran, and suna.

osamu and akaashi practically don’t talk to anyone else that night, moving over to the quiet corner of the living room. osamu takes it upon himself to drag him into the kitchen, to grab him a drink, to ask him about work, and to tell him that he looks really nice tonight.

“it’s just because i’m actually freshened up,” akaashi reasons.

“no way.”

“yes way. you usually see me after an 8 hour shift.”

“or maybe it’s just because i always think it, but we’re finally outside of my restaurant and so i can say things like that.”

a pause. “well, i think you look better in your onigiri miya shirt.”

“oh is that so, keiji?”

“yeah. you look good in black.”

“well, i’ll have to keep that in mind.”

now that everyone is here, you’re leaving host mode. everyone is settled. everyone is having their own conversations. everyone looks like they’re genuinely enjoying themselves. you scan the people, the different groups that everyone is forming and then reforming. it’s weird, but deeply moving, to see every single facet of your life come together like this. people that would have otherwise never have met, all together in the same room. interactions that you never could have predicted, going really well. and all within these walls, your walls.

everyone eats and everyone laughs and you get to show off your new knife to everyone and halfway through the night, atsumu pulls you into his lap and wraps his arms around your waist, and you know that this night was meant to see everyone and mingle, but you’re not sure that you want to move from this very spot for the rest of the night and neither does he. in fact, he orders osamu around from his place at the table, telling osamu to clear the table and to grab the game that’s in the cabinet of the tv stand.

osamu doesn’t want to listen, really, he doesn’t, but akaashi starts walking towards the tasks before osamu can refuse. akaashi helps clear the dishes and laughs when atsumu starts yelling at osamu for making akaashi do his work and before you know it, everyone is at the table and all of the dishes are in the sink and the food is put away and there is two stacks of cards in the middle of everyone.

“game’s real easy, even samu can play,” atsumu explains, nodding towards the colorful cards. osamu doesn’t even bite back, just seems happy to be sharing a bench with akaashi. “someone draws a question card and they have to answer it or drink unless someone at the table uses their veto card which they can accrue more of by doing the dares in the other card pile, got it?”

everyone nods. “honestly, we’ve never played with this many people or this many veto cards, so it should be interesting,” you say.

“so, basically, no one is getting out of not answering a question,” sakusa replies.

“that is definitely what that means,” aran agrees.

“alright, atsumu should go first,” osamu says, “it’s only fair.”

“fine, fine,” atsumu says, waving his hand, grabbing a card from the pile, “who is the worst dressed person in this room?” he reads. “okay, actually, a lot of them are like this and there are a lot of people here.”

“well, are you going to drink or answer it?” kita asks.

“you gotta answer it,” hinata says.

“well, someone would be stupid to use their veto on this anyway, because it’s obviously iwa,” atsumu answers quickly, shaking his head and throwing the card down. iwaizumi nods in agreement as oikawa stands up in his seat.

“hey! that shirt is the best piece of clothing hajime owns!” oikawa says.

plenty of insults fly across the table as the game continues. atsumu wasn’t lying. a lot of the cards are very similar in nature, just calling out people in the room for various things like being a bad kisser or still being caught up on an ex. no one even has to use a veto card. they’re all harmless enough, poking fun and joking around, or no one cares enough to force someone to answer.

until it’s your turn.

you reach forward, getting out of atsumu’s lap for just a second to draw the card before he’s pulling you back into him. you and atsumu read the question at the same time, but atsumu reacts much quicker than you do, laughing loudly. if he had been drinking something when you pulled the card, he would have made a huge mess.

“what does it say?” maki asks, nosy, trying to peer over your shoulder and at the card before you read it.

you move away from him, cheeks warm, hoping, praying, if there’s a god out there, that no one uses their veto. you move your hand, ready to drink already as you read, “if you could have sex with any of your partner’s friends, who would it be?”

the only people in the room that aren’t laughing are akaashi and kita and even they are giggling and wide eyed at the question. “i’m drinking,” you say, already bringing the cup to your lips.

“not so fast,” oikawa says, slamming his veto card down on the table, “i’m sure i’m not the only person who would have done this anyway. and besides, i can use hajime’s card later if i need it.”

“no, you will not,” iwaizumi scoffs.

“fine, then you want me to take my card back?” oikawa asks.

“no, obviously not, i want to know yn’s answer,” iwaizumi laughs, directing his attention back to you. in fact, everyone’s attention is on you.

“i don’t think this question was designed to be played when every one of my partner’s closest friends are in the same room?” you challenge.

“tough shit, answer the question,” suna says, pointing his finger in your direction.

“right, and to clarify, that doesn’t include people that used to just be your friends like iwa and maki,” issei says, “because then obviously we know your answer would be me.”

you shake your head, ignoring his comment and taking a deep breath, “this is so stupid.”

“come on, ya gotta play the game,” osamu jeers.

atsumu squeezes your waist, pressing a kiss into the back of your shoulder, “yea, babe, you gotta play the game.” you turn your head and narrow your eyes at him.

“ridiculous that the first thing you two agree on is making me answer this in front of everyone right now,” you scold.

“just get it over with,” atsumu teases, “it’s not hard. even i know it.”

“no you don’t,” you scoff.

“so there is someone on your mind right now?” maki says, leaning forward as if that will make the answer come faster.

“i-,” you start, but anything that you could think of saying would just dig this hole deeper. “well, i-.”

“come on, just say it,” sakusa pokes.

your eyes flick over to him quickly, face burning, absolutely radiating heat now, you’re sure. and you’re sure that everyone can tell how flustered you’re getting, because there is an obvious answer in your mind, one that’s been in your mind since the moment you met him.

“obviously, it’s bokkun,” you mumble and atsumu, true to his word, does know it. he says the name right alongside you, laughing at how perfectly the syllables align. you and atsumu seem to be the only two people at this table that are expecting this answer because the rest of the table is in an uproar now. symphonies of what?!?!?! and bokuto?!!?! and what about me?!?? arise in stereo.

“me?” bokuto asks, floored and flustered in a way that affirms your answer perfectly. you’re feeling just as shy as before and everyone is screaming around you and at atsumu and each other and bokuto, but you offer a small nod to bokuto, just to bokuto, and you watch him attempt, and fail, to hide a smile.

after everything calms down, you’re able to play a few more rounds, thankfully not getting any other question that tops that one, not even when you get the question that reads, was your ex good in bed? and you answered a quick yes and then pushed forward.

the clock is ticking down, the night is getting later and later and as the game is packed up and put back in its safe place beneath the tv, people start to trickle home. hinata and sakusa, issei, kita, aran and suna. you offer goodbyes and thank you for comings and when you walk oikawa, iwaizumi, and maki to the door, you say a very sincere, “i don’t want it to be this long until we do something like this again.”

“come on,” oikawa says, shaking his head, “hajime and i are getting married in less than two months.” oikawa lifts his hand, showing off his dainty ring as if you forgot that they were engaged.

“shit, it’s already that close?” you ask.

“yea,” oikawa nods along, smiling, “most of those dumbasses are invited too, so, it won’t be long, i promise. it’ll be louder, and i’ll be the happiest i’ve ever been, but it won’t be too long.”

you nod, hugging oikawa tightly and then iwaizumi and then maki. “seriously, thank you guys for coming.”

“wouldn’t miss it for the world,” maki says, smiling, “i’m crashing your guys’ lunch tomorrow, so i’ll see you then.”

“obviously,” you reply, locking the door behind them once they’ve left.

the only people left in your living room that don’t live there are bokuto, akaashi, and osamu. before you can make your way back in there, atsumu grabs your forearm and pulls you into him, kissing you hard, hand cupping your cheek, fingers scratching over your jaw.

“what was that for?” you ask when he finally pulls away.

“because i can,” he shrugs, and you take that as an okay to start to move again, but he holds you in place, “and because look at this house we own together, isn’t that crazy?”

you laugh, “yes, yes it is.” you wait to see if there’s anything else.

there is.

“and because i trust you more than anything in this world.”

you cock your head. “okay…,” you say, hesitant.

“and if you want to have sex with bokuto tonight, i would be okay with that,” atsumu finishes, proudly unpredictable and awestruckenly trusting.

you physically have to jump back, unable to process that sentence any other way. “what?!” you ask, loudly, and atsumu can’t stop laughing, shushing you and shaking his head. “no! what?! why would you say that?”

“because i’ve known that you’ve wanted to fuck bokuto our entire relationship and if you want to ask him if he wants to spend the night with us, that would be okay with me,” atsumu says, calmly. way too calmly for what’s coming out of his mouth, you have to admit.

you don’t know what to say. you can barely think or understand what he’s saying, let alone how to respond. “with us?” you ask for clarification.

atsumu nods, “i’m sure he will not be difficult to convince if that’s what you want.”

you’re afraid to ask it because you’re afraid that all of this is just some elaborate joke. or, rather, you’re afraid for only a second after thinking it, because atsumu doesn’t surprise you anymore. he squeezes your forearm, looks you directly in the eyes as you ask, “and it’s something you want?”

“i offered, didn’t i?” he asks back and you nod.

“okay,” you say, nodding again. “i’ll ask him.”

it’s easy enough to pull bokuto aside with osamu and akaashi being as involved in their own conversation as they are. you don’t really know how to approach it, not completely. how do you just ask someone that? but the second that you pull him into the kitchen and away from the few people that are still in your house, he exhales and steps close to you. and it’s not anything that you’ve said all night, it’s just how he’s always acted around you.

you lean against the counter and he follows, shaking his head and standing right in front of you. “you’ve got a lot of cool friends, y’know that?”

“oh, yea,” you nod, punching his shoulder and then poking your finger into the middle of his chest, “the coolest.” he laughs and you can feel it against the tip of your pointer finger. you can hear murmuring in the living room. it fills up the comfortable spaces of silence. you look up at bokuto, chewing on the inside of your cheek. “i don’t really know how to ask this,” you say back, softly enough so that the people in the other room can’t hear your murmur.

bokuto tilts his head, “what’s up? is everything okay?”

“no, yea, really great,” you say, nodding and then you take a deep breath. just say it, just say it, just say it, just say it, just say it. “would you,” you say, you curl your fingers against his chest, “want to spend the night?”

the first emotion to come to the surface is excitement and then quickly after that confusion hits bokuto’s face much harder, like his mind filled in the blanks, but didn’t let himself get his hopes up. “like…,” he trails off, hoping that you’ll explain further without him having to ask.

you reach forward and tug on his forearm, coaxing him closer to you. “like…,” you say, heart beating violently against your chest. you try to evade his gaze, head down, focusing on the feeling of his soft skin against yours, nails scraping against it eliciting a tiny shiver from bokuto.

he reaches down, places his finger beneath your chin, and tilts your head upwards. “like?” he asks, eyes evidently flickering down to your lips. it couldn’t be helped, the way your tongue swipes against your lips and your breath catches in your throat. you just nod.

before his lips meet yours, you both talk at the same time, overlapping one another, but hearing the other perfectly.

“is this okay with atsumu?”

“like, with atsumu too.”

you put both of your hands into bokuto’s hair and he reciprocates quickly, putting both of his hands on either sides of your face and pulling you towards him, lips crashing into his. it’s like he reads your mind, one arm around your waist, one hand bracing the back of your thigh as he props you up on the counter to get closer to you.

you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly deeper into your lips, leaning forward as if there was any space for you to move into. large hands grip onto the fats of your hips, sliding you to the edge of the counter, stomach pressed up against his, arms sliding down his back, fingernails dragging against the fabric of his shirt.

bokuto pulls away, laughing softly, “so this is why tsum tsum comes into practice complaining about his back.”

“it actually gets much worse than this,” you say back, low and airy, pressing your forehead against his and kissing him once more, quick.

atsumu appears in the archway, leaning against the wall, not an ounce of jealousy on his face, but rather, a very devilish smile. you feel warm regardless, but you don’t make a move to untangle from bo. “so, are you staying the night, bokkun?”

bokuto almost immediately says yes, but then hesitates. “god, yea, i’d really love that, but i-,” he sighs, “i have to make sure akaashi gets home and-”

“i can take akaashi home,” osamu calls from the living room.

“oh, you don’t have to do that, i can just get an uber or something-,” akaashi dismisses.

“no way,” osamu says, shaking his head. from where atsumu is standing, he can peer around the corner and see his brother’s hand grasped around the back of akaashi’s elbow. “let me take you home, keiji.”

“whose home, samu?” akaashi says so quietly that if you were not actively listening for whatever akaashi’s response is, you would not have heard. you decide that that’s enough eavesdropping, actually, allowing them their private conversation and turning your attention back to bo, having your own private conversation as you repeat atsumu’s question.

“so, are you staying the night, bokkun?” you mimic exactly.

he nods, about to say something else maybe or try to kiss you again, but it’s interrupted very quickly as osamu calls out, “we’re out of here.” you barely have time for bo to help you hop off the counter before osamu and akaashi appear in the archway behind atsumu hand in hand.

you look directly at their interlocked fingers and akaashi’s pinkish cheeks and you tilt your head at osamu. osamu looks at bokuto’s hand on your hip and your disheveled hair and he tilts his head at you. you decide to call it even.

you contemplate letting them walk out on their own because there is nothing else in your mind right now than bokuto, atsumu, and a whole bunch of fantasies coming to realization. you don’t do that. you leave bokuto’s grasp, walking towards the front door with akaashi and osamu. atsumu offers a goodbye to akaashi and osamu, unbothered because he’s sure he’ll see osamu a few more times this weekend before he makes his way back home. atsumu is much more concerned with having a very quiet conversation with bokuto.

you only catch bokuto’s concerned, “are you sure about this?” as his head moving back and forth from you to atsumu. and atsumu’s assured, “i’m the one that brought it up.”

“have a safe drive home,” you say to osamu and akaashi at the doorstep. “and a fun rest of your night.”

“yn,” osamu warns, but you just feign ignorance.

“you also have a fun rest of your night, yn,” akaashi says in the same exact tone, tugging on osamu’s hand, placing the other on his bicep.

“ha!” osamu laughs, turning around and pulling akaashi to the car. it’s like he can’t get out of here fast enough. “thanks for having us!” osamu calls from the car window and then they’re gone.

when you shut the door, locking it for the last time, you realize how quiet the house is without the different areas of chatter. in fact, you can’t even hear the conversation that you know is happening in your dining room.

except, there isn’t a conversation happening in your dining room. instead, there is atsumu, the love of your life, the most important person in the world to you making out with bokuto, your closest friend of atsumu’s, the one person you’ve wanted to fuck other than atsumu in the last 4 years. your voice is small, not because you’re timid or embarrassed, but because you think if you speak any louder, a whimper will come alongside it. “can you take me to bed?”

the whimper escapes you anyway as a tiny string of spit connects atsumu and bokuto’s lips and as atsumu looks like he’s trying to regain composure and as he leans over to bokuto and says, “i get to do it all the time, you go ahead.” your stomach is doing a million flips and as bokuto approaches you, your mind goes blank. not that you need it.

because bokuto picks you up, same hold as before. his touch feels familiar and his grasp feels strong. “i don’t even know where i’m going,” bokuto admits as he reaches the top of the stairs. you gesture in the direction of your bedroom and open the door as he walks close enough to it. he leaves the door open, lays you down on the bed and as if he’s pictured this in his mind a million times, he quickly and assuredly kisses down your clothed chest, lifting up the bottom of your shirt to press kisses into your stomach before sinking onto the floor.

everything is happening so fast and you cannot explain how grateful you are because you’ve wanted this for so long and you’re finally getting it. bokuto doesn’t waste a second in hooking his arms under your knees, pulling you to the edge of the bed, spreading your legs, and ducking under your skirt. your thighs squeeze the sides of his cheeks as you feel his warm breath between your legs.

“enjoying yourself, pretty girl?” atsumu asks as he sinks into the bed beside your head, smoothing over your head and lifting your shirt. you can feel both pairs of hands on you independently, but somehow moving in perfect time with each other. it’s overwhelming in the best way. atsumu doesn’t even take your shirt off, just pulls it up far enough for your bra to show and then pulls your bra down enough for your tits to pop out and the way that you are so clothed, but so exposed all at the same time is making you grow warm between your legs.

you whimper at the question, nodding as atsumu runs his hands down your sides and then back up to your tits and then off of you all at once. without them, you can feel bokuto’s completely, nothing to distract you from how big they feel on the inside of your thighs. with him under your skirt, you can’t see anything at all and you want to watch him, but the fact that you don’t know what’s happening, relying on touch alone, is causing you to flood.

he licks a strip into your panties, harsh enough to cause them to push between your lips, digging his tongue into your hole, slipping past the fabric, thick tongue pushing them out of the way with no help at all. you roll your hips into the sensation. “shit,” you breathe.

so focused on the feeling between your legs, you don’t notice atsumu’s cock until he’s pressing the spongy tip against your slightly parted lips. you turn your head for a better angle, parting your lips further, opening your jaw, and taking him in your mouth. atsumu puts his hands on the back of your head, pulling you onto his cock. you’ve had years and years of practice with this which means atsumu knows your limits and capabilities and he gets to move you however he wants as a result.

bokuto’s hand creeps up your inner thigh as he laps at your clothed pussy, sucking the fabric into his mouth and swallowing all of the accumulated juices before slipping his finger into you. your jaw opens further, moaning around atsumu’s cock involuntarily and atsumu needs to feel that again. “shit, bokkun, ‘m gonna need ya to do whatever ya just did again.”

he laughs against your pussy, adding another finger inside of you and you already feel so full. his fingers are so thick, they’re so fucking thick, like four of your tiny fingers are jammed inside of you in two motions, but they’re longer than your fingers too, can reach so much deeper. you’re squirming on his fingers, moving your hips to fuck yourself on bokuto’s fingers and you can’t help how much your hums and whimpers and whines are effecting atsumu. “holy fuck, don’t stop,” atsumu says, hips pressing forward, hands pulling you onto his cock to meet his thrust.

the angle is still slightly awkward, hitting the back of your cheek rather than sliding down your perfect, tight throat like he loves so much, so he swings his leg overtop of you, both knees on either side of your head, balls resting on your chin as he lifts your head and places a pillow underneath. “fuck, that’s better, baby,” he says, barely giving you a warning before fucking into your mouth, letting you hollow your cheeks on his head, tiny movements of his hips pulling the tip in and out of your tight lips.

“she’s close,” bokuto announces into the room, talking about you, not to you, and you tighten around his fingers even more. bokuto pushes his fingers inside of you completely, pulls them out to the tips, pushes inside of you completely, pulls them out to the tips, and then he curls them over and over again, and you come so fucking hard that you can’t even imagine the mess underneath your skirt.

“so fucking wet,” bokuto says, mumbles against your cunt as he moves your panties to the side, pulls his thick fingers out of you and uses the tip of his tongue to coax the come out of your fluttering hole and down his throat. the lewd sounds are filling the room and your ears even more than the sound of atsumu whining and whimpering watching his cock disappear between your lips.

“shit, fuckin’ mouth feels so goddamn good, fuck,” atsumu growls, pulling you by your hair onto his cock and you can barely breathe, spit drooling out the sides of your mouth and down your chin and neck. his strokes are long and slow, relishing the feeling of his length being squeezed by your tight throat. “gonna fuck yer throat all fucking night. won’t even be able to talk tomorrow.”

“fuck,” bokuto says, “gotta- fuck-” all at once you feel even more fucking full. bokuto slips inside of you without a word, stretching your drenched hole around his huge cock. you can feel it in your fucking guts, so fucking deep, speared. you wrap your legs around his waist, holding him in place because you don’t want to not feel him so fucking deep in you. you need to feel him this deep in you forever.

you feel the breeze on your stomach, on your sloppy clit, as bokuto pushes your skirt up and out of the way, not that you could see anything anyway with atsumu where he is and his cock destroying your throat how it is. bokuto reaches down, rubbing small circles into your sensitive, swollen, pretty clit with his thumb. “so pretty,” bokuto mumbles.

you pull bokuto closer with your legs, moving your hips to meet him and he understands perfectly, pulling his hips back and slamming into you. his moans are lower than atsumu’s, more grunts than whimpers, and the fact that you can hear them both is making your walls flutter around bokuto’s thick length. “god, so fucking tight,” bokuto praises, “shit.”

“i know,” atsumu replies, rolling his hips, sliding the underside of his cock against your tongue. “feels so fuckin’ good.” he presses forward, pulls your head onto him until his head hits the back of your throat and then he holds you there. you can’t breathe, gagging on his thick head in your throat, but the noises that are coming out of him are well worth it. they always are. you swallow around his length and something breaks in him.

bokuto starts fucking into you faster, harder, the inside of your thighs already sore and very reminiscent of another first time you had. his fingers are gripping into your waist and your fingers are gripping onto the sheets, unsure of where else to put this pure need, unable to reach atsumu’s back or arms. atsumu sees you, hands moving across the bed, looking for somewhere to root as you take all of the abuse that’s coming to you.

he removes his grip from your hair for a moment, reaching over and grabbing your hand. “pretty girl, hey, baby, here,” he guides your hands to his thighs and tears are streaming from the corners of your eyes because your cunt is throbbing and your throat is burning and you can’t breathe and atsumu is still there to take care of you in ways that you don’t even understand.

you curl your fingers around his toned thighs and everything feels right in the world, everything feels more manageable. it’s something for you to ground yourself on, the feeling of the soft, toned muscle in your hands, against your fingernails, scraping and digging. “shit, doll, feels good, harder, yea?” you nod, effectively shoving atsumu’s cock down your throat even further. you dig your fingernails into the skin harder, harder, not dragging across, but digging into. “fuck, baby.”

bokuto is fucked out of his mind with the feeling of how tight and perfect you are around him and the exchange that’s happening in front of him with you and atsumu. it’s all so fucking much. he can’t stop pounding into you, fucking as deep as he can, slamming the tops of his thighs against the insides of yours, holding you in place with his large hands spanning over your stomach. “fuck, gonna come,” bokuto breathes, stare not pulling away from the way that atsumu and him are making you feel so used, so good.

atsumu answers for you because you couldn’t be expected to answer with your mouth as full as it is. “you can come inside,” atsumu says, looking down at your tear-pricked eyes and swollen lips as you hum an affirmative plea. “she wants you to come inside,” he corrects himself.

“fuck,” bokuto says with a shaky exhale, because he wasn’t exactly expecting that, but it’s exactly what he wanted.

“and where do you want me to come, pretty?” atsumu asks, relentlessly fucking into your throat. the only air that you’ve gotten is in tiny breaths between harsh strokes and inhales from your nose. you feel lightheaded, but the fact that it’s about to be over is much worse than your inability to get a proper breath.

you can’t speak so you move your hand from his thigh, dragging your finger down your throat and fuck, if that wasn’t the cutest gesture atsumu had ever seen. there’s a lack of pressure on your chest as atsumu changes positions, leaning forward, bracing himself against the wall as he changes angles so that he can get even deeper in your throat, can fuck your throat like a pretty cunt.

bokuto watches this unfold and he can’t fucking hold it any longer. it’s so much different than atsumu, the way that bokuto unloads inside of you. he doesn’t still, doesn’t stutter. his hips keep moving at an abusive pace, fucking you even harder than before as stream after stream of his thick come coats your gummy walls. you’re coming around his cock, sobs trying to escape you, but failing because of atsumu’s cock crammed down your throat, heavy balls slapping against your chin with every quick stroke inside of you.

bokuto’s come is spilling out of you. it was inevitable with how fast he was still fucking you and how much he was coming inside of you. it feels like it’s never ending, coupled right along with the noises that are leaving bokuto, low and needy. even after he’s finished filling you, he stays completely inside of you, breath catching, not ready to pull out just yet.

atsumu’s cock is throbbing against your tongue, pulsing, leaking, and he shoves it as far as he can fit it and you’re so sure that he’s going to pump his come directly down your throat, but then he pulls out, opening your mouth with his thumb, letting his tongue fall open in hopes that you mimic it and you do. “needa see it all pretty on yer tongue, baby, open, yea, fuck.”

he doesn’t even stroke himself, comes at the sight of you with your tongue out and messy eyes and swollen lips and gasping for air. his thick come doesn’t spray in ropes against the inside of your mouth, it drools onto your tongue. it leaks out of the tip lazily, pooling and collecting on the dip in your tongue until there’s too much to fit and a part of the fat glob slips down the back of your tongue and he grunts, replacing whatever disappeared down your throat. “all of it, baby, suck,” he directs, tilting your head, placing the tip between your lips and coaxing you to suck whatever’s left from his sensitive slit. you do exactly as you're told and as a reward, you get to hear the sob tear from his throat and watch him wipe away the tiny tears that threaten to fall.

everything is quiet. no one moves for at least two minutes. it takes the entire time for you to catch your breath.

“fuck, shit, i’m sorry i didn’t savor that more,” bokuto breaks the silence, shaking his head, inhale and exhale heavy as he stands up completely, putting his boxers back on.

atsumu takes this as a cue to move as well, getting off of you maybe as he should’ve from the very beginning to help you recover faster. though, you’re actually certain that lack of immediate movement is what allowed you to feel as okay as you do this quickly.

“next time,” you say, or try to say, because it hurts and it comes out shaky and hoarse. atsumu leans down and presses a kiss into your neck and then the side of your face and then your lips. he would be more phased by this if it wasn’t a weekly occurrence.

“yea, maybe come to town more often,” atsumu says, confirming.

“don’t say that,” bokuto says, shaking his head, “because i really will.”

“then, maybe come to town more often,” atsumu repeats, a tiny smirk forming on his lips.

“alright,” boktuo affirms.

atsumu leans down, places a kiss on your forehead. “c’mon, let's get you cleaned up,” he says, helping you up. you don’t try for a thank you or a yes, just give a small nod and move towards the attached bathroom.

“do you have a guest room or something in this cool big house?” bokuto asks, clearly feeling like he’s invading.

“we do, but,” atsumu says, walking out of the bathroom, over to the dresser and pulling out a big t-shirt. he disappears into the bathroom again, water running, clothes shuffling, and emerges with your clothes in hand. he throws them into the laundry hamper in the corner of the room. “you’re welcome to spend the night here.”

“oh! no, no, i wouldn’t want to-,” bokuto starts, but is interrupted by the sink running again, teeth brushing, and now he really feels like he’s invading. but then you walk out of the bathroom, as fresh and clean as you can be without having taken a shower, and you wrap your arms around bo’s bicep. the feeling of displacement fades pretty quickly then.

“yea,” atsumu says, hand on the back of his neck, “someone gets a bit clingy after sex.” atsumu nods towards you and you playfully scowl back at him even though you know it is very true. “just until she falls asleep though. in the morning, she’s usually like, tsumu, fuck off, i’m trying to sleep. it’s weird, really.”

“i mean, if you- yea, i’ll stay if you want me to,” bokuto says and looks down at you nodding very convincingly. you walk over to the bed, pulling bokuto along by the arm and you crawl under the covers, laying perfectly in the middle of the bed. this wasn’t the exact use that you thought you would get out of your king size bed, but you can add it to the list of splurge items that are turning out to be very worth it.

“didja need anything before ya go to bed?” atsumu asks because he knows it’s something that you would ask if you weren’t so unable to ask. bokuto shakes his head no. he can’t imagine needing anything at this moment. “cool.” atsumu shuts the light off and the room goes very dark.

it’s awkward first, weird for only a few moments, figuring out your place in all of this, and then it just kinda works out.

huh, reminds you of something.

♡ tori's polls ♡ ( which tori self-indulgent element was ur fav? )

taglist: @natriae @simpfully-heartbroken @mobbbb1 @cloud-lyy @mimivinx @kjd55 @url0call1fter @kryzi @slut-for-dabi @katsunarii @unstaaableaf @misfit-megumi @solovolpe @cheezitwh0re @5sausefandom @phantomremi @ellie111593 @pizzasdeliveries @pebble-did-what @raionmikage @filipinxgirl @alienvarmint @kuroosluthoe @bbyxxm @fi-chanwrites @bear-likes-mushrooms @cyueksims @desideityy @privthemis @yoitsseulgi @hai1q @toyfortoji @ihaveacrushonjayjo @ajbutasimp @bakamuraaa @ellie111593 @heraldmoon @aam1na@boxdisappeared @yogaballkink @snazzyturtles @hxdruss @tetsurane @jewlmin @chubbygirlfics @satanblessing @centinoahs @lanalans @omisgoodgirl @hero-fucking-101 @paradisebabey @dolce-peach @writing2live @dabibreeder @miyaluv127 @iwnnabeurss @karmakarter @hehatesmati @6kiwi @kurapika-1999 @tsukiran @sasscatsunshine @mushasstuff

@useless-bicth @evbs-numberoneslut @hunny-hotline @alienvarmint @bella009888 @um-no-ok @footjib @mon-cherries @privthemis @agashki @renster05 @greeniegreengreen @tokyo-banana @fandomtrash5092

join my taglist here!! ~~ no more twrt BUT i do have other fics comin' up ♡ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢs ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ♡

follow my new writing updates tag: #♡ woah! tori's writing update! ♡ (pinned tag!)

#atsumu x reader #atsumu smut #atsumu x reader smut #bokuto smut #bokuto x reader smut #bokuto x reader #hq smut #hq x reader #hq x reader smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader smut #miya atsumu x reader #toriwritesshit #twrt!

586 notes · View notes

luvangelbreak · 4 months

Text

Deprived | Five

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: swearing, smoking (cigarettes), mentions of drugs (weed) word count: 3.3k a/n: the italics are a flashback to allie and layla in their gym class btw! love you guys <3

pov: layla

I decided to stay home from school for the rest of the week, I just didn't have the energy to endure the looks people would give me. The whispering during my last two subjects after Matt and I came back at lunch was already too much and it was worse in gym when Allie stuck to her word and paired up with me.

She seemed nice, much nicer than Mia was to me. She talked my ear off the whole lesson but I didn't mind because then I didn't have to talk.

"Don't worry about Mia, by the way. She can be really bitchy at times but she just doesn't like change. I promise she is usually a lot nicer," Allie rambled as we walked around the gym as a warm-up, "It was kinda funny though. No one ever really stands up to her when she gets bitchy because everyone's scared that her dad will arrest them."

Oh, I've met her dad.

"Matt also stood up for you after you left. I trust Matt's opinion on people, he's kinda my scapegoat when it comes to talking to people. I told him to start talking to you like three weeks ago so I could ask you to hang out. I just get nervous talking to people I don't know sometimes."

You don't seem nervous now, motor mouth.

"Sorry if I'm rambling a lot. I'm just really glad you decided to pair up with me because I've been paired with Mia for like the past 2 years. It's nice to have a new friend. It's not like I don't like my friends but Mia is my only girl friend and the guys are such guys sometimes it drives me mad. You get your nails done?"

I shook my head no before she continued, "We should go get our nails done sometime. My shout of course, I'm not gonna force you to get your nails done as well as make you pay."

She was a ray of sunshine and I was sure people were confused as someone as sweet as her was talking to someone like me who looked like they had a constant rain cloud over their head. I found myself amused by her rambling and I decided that it wouldn't be the worst thing to talk to her every now and then.

I spent the rest of my week smoking weed when my father wasn't home and drawing on the last few pages of my sketchbook. The time passed quickly considering I slept for most of the days. Suddenly it was Friday afternoon and I heard a knock at my front door.

I paused my music, frowning when I looked at the clock to see it was 3:30. It was far too early for my dad to be home so I grabbed the metal bat that was lying on the bottom of my underwear drawer, sneaking towards the door silently. Another round of light knocks were placed on the door and I crept up to it before looking through the peephole.

My tense shoulders slumped as I looked at two people with the same face and their familiar brown hair. I unlocked the deadbolt on the door as well as the regular lock before I swung the door open.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, leaning my left hand on the handle of the bat now that the other end was placed on the floor.

"Hi to you too," Chris mumbled as he looked side to side, clearly tense to be in South End as Matt smiled at me.

"I figured you would forget about the game. Decided to come earlier in case you were ready which..." he looked down at my outfit which was my small sleep shorts and an old ratty t-shirt, "I don't think you are?"

"You didn't say it was this Friday!" I frowned and Chris looked down at the bat I was leaning on before shaking his head.

"Good thing I came early then," Matt smirked at me and I chewed at my lip. I tapped the bat on the ground as I thought making Chris look at me again.

"Calm down. I'm not gonna use it on you," I deadpanned to Chris and he just shrugged, looking back out at the street. I felt a nervousness in my chest because they were at my house but I knew if they stayed on the porch or in their car, someone would try something. So I reluctantly said, "Come in."

"We can wait in the ca-"

I cut off Matt quickly, "Get inside now." They looked at each other in surprise before shuffling past me and I closed the door behind them before saying, "Do you have anything valuable in your car? Phone, wallet, laptop?"

They both shook their heads and I locked both of the locks on the door before I spun around to face them again.

"Why?" Chris asked and I tilted my head, giving him an unimpressed look.

"I'll just say you're lucky you drive a fucking soccer mom car or it would be broken into within 15 minutes," I answered blandly and they seemed somewhat shocked but didn't talk, "Come on."

I walked down the hall towards my room, slipping inside and they followed shortly behind me.

"We could've waited on the couch," Matt said as I closed the door of my bedroom and raised my eyebrows.

"If my dad came home and you were sitting on the couch, say goodbye to hockey for the rest of your life," I replied dryly and he pursed his lips, "If he comes home, you will just have to go out my window and jump the fence around the side of the house."

"You don't know when he's coming home?" Chris asked as he leaned against the wall beside my mattress and I shook my head. I was suddenly very conscious that I had the two most loved boys in our school standing in my dirty bedroom. I looked around my room, realising that I looked like I lived in a trap house with my mattress on the floor, empty beer bottles in the corner of my room with cigarettes stuck in them and clothes all over the floor.

"Sorry about the mess. No one ever comes over," I mumbled as I moved a couple clothes off of my mattress, "Sit wherever. Just don't look over here because I'm gonna get changed."

I travelled to the corner of my room where my chest of drawers sat and I saw them both turn to face away from me quickly. After placing the bat beside the drawers, I pulled out black baggy jeans, took off my shorts quickly and slid them on. I then took off my old T-shirt and slid on a baby blue hoodie. I didn't bother putting on a shirt since it would be cold at the game and I wouldn't have to take my hoodie off at any point.

"I'm dressed," I let them know as I grabbed my boots off of the floor, sitting down next to my dresser so I could slide them on easily. I looked up to see both of them sitting on my mattress, looking around my room. Their expressions were unreadable as they looked around my room.

"I like your posters," Chris spoke up and I looked to the wall above my mattress where my Bob Marley, Frank Ocean and Kurt Cobain posters were hung.

"Thanks," I answered, a half-hearted smile being sent his way which he reciprocated, "When do we have to leave by?"

"Four," Matt answered and I nodded, checking the time to see it was 3:40. I hopped off of the floor, walked over to my desk and sat down on the old desk chair.

I scribbled some eyeliner on my eyes before smudging it with my finger and then putting mascara on. I grabbed my lip balm, placing it on my lips before I ran a hand through my curly hair. I grabbed the white beanie that was thrown onto the floor, sliding it onto my head. I jumped up from the seat, grabbed my leather jacket that was hanging over the back of the chair and slid it on.

"Do I need to bring anything?" I asked, having no clue what else to bring to a hockey game.

"Just your team spirit," Chris cheered sarcastically and I tilted my head with an amused look on my face.

"I'm not a cheerleader for a reason," I answered and he shrugged, a small smile on his lips.

"Doesn't mean you shouldn't cheer when we win," he retorted and I nodded in agreement.

"I'm good as long as I'm not expected to start screaming 'Go Bats go!' like an idiot," I did a small jump when I said the slogan that I heard all the cheerleaders say proudly and Matt laughed in response as Chris shook his head with a smile.

"You wanna get food on the way?" Matt asked and I shook my head in response.

"I'm good, I just ate," I explained and he nodded, quickly checking his phone.

"We should probably go," he said, turning his phone to me to see that it was 3:55. I couldn't believe another 15 minutes had passed so quickly but I nodded. Making sure I had my phone, cigarettes, lighter and keys in my pocket, I swung the bedroom door open as Matt and Chris followed behind me. I unlocked the front door swinging it open and motioning for Chris and Matt to go outside.

They walked past me and walked to their car as I turned around to lock the door with my keys. After triple-checking the door, I wandered down the driveway to the minivan. I noticed that Matt was always the one to drive and Chris was seated in the passenger seat, phone already plugged into the aux.

I slid the back door open, jumping inside before I closed the door behind me. As I buckled myself in, Matt started the car and Chris played a song by Lil Skies.

"We good?" Matt asked, looking at me in the rearview mirror and I nodded before he spun around to look at me, "I didn't even have to remind you about your seatbelt, so proud."

"Start driving before I change my mind and go back to the comfort of my bed," I smiled slightly and he beamed back at me before he spun around and we took off down the street.

Within 5 minutes, we were in the parking lot and Chris was wriggling his body along to the beat of the next Lil Skies song. I could take a wild guess as to who his favourite artist is.

Matt turned the music down, earning a glare from Chris but he turned around to look at me ignoring his brother for a moment, "You waiting in the car or coming in?"

"I'm gonna have a smoke first then I'll come in," I explained and he nodded before turning off the car.

"You head in. I'll be there in a sec," Matt told Chris who was clicking away on his phone. With a nod, he jumped out of the car and walked around to the back of the car.

"You want me to take your shit inside?" Chris called from the trunk as I turned around to see Chris lugging his huge duffle bag full of hockey shit.

"Nah I got it," Matt called back to him and Chris raised his eyebrows as he leaned into the trunk again.

"Don't start fuckin in the car or I swear to god," he deadpanned before slamming the trunk closed and I saw him start walking towards the building.

"Sorry about him," Matt mumbled apologetically and I shrugged as I turned to face him.

"It's fine. Wouldn't expect anything less," I told him with an amused smirk making him shake his head, a smile creeping onto his lips, "Are you gonna go inside?"

"I'll wait for you to finish and then I'll show you where to sit inside," he explained and I nodded before hopping out of the car. I closed the door behind me before leaning against the car, pulling out a cigarette and placing it between my lips before lighting it. I heard Matt's door open and close before he rounded the car to get to the trunk.

As I began smoking my cigarette, a car pulled into the space next to Matt's and a few moments passed before Nate and Allie appeared out of the car.

"Hey! Matt told me you were coming," Allie beamed at me and I observed her outfit, feeling strange to see her out of her usual cheer or gym attire. Instead, she had blue jeans, a black puffer jacket with a blue beanie on and black and white vans.

"He failed to mention the game was this Friday," I told her and she rolled her eyes as Nate waved at me. I sent him a wave back with the hand that held my cigarette before I took another puff.

"Is Nick coming?" Nate asked and Matt appeared beside me, duffle bag over his shoulder.

"Nah. He said something about doing homework tonight. Chris is already inside," Matt explained with a shrug as Nate rounded the back of his car and popped the trunk open, grabbing a duffle bag of his own hockey gear.

"You coming in?" Allie asked me and I held the cigarette up.

"When I finish this," I told her, a smile tugging at my lips at her beaming personality.

"See you guys in there!" Nate called as he started walking towards the building with Allie following behind him.

"Is Miss Cheer herself coming?" I asked Matt once Allie and Nate were out of earshot and he shrugged, moving to stand in front of me as he adjusted the bag on his shoulder.

"No clue. She usually shows up late if she comes though," he told me honestly and I nodded, noticing my cigarette almost being done. I quickly finished it before dropping it onto the ground and squishing it underneath my foot. I went to push away from the car but Matt stopped me by saying, "Hold up."

"What?" I asked, confusion written on my face. He held his hand up before he dropped his duffle bag to the ground and squatted down to rummage through one of the smaller pockets.

He pulled out a small pot of black face paint and a brush before standing back up, "Move your hair."

"What are you doing?" I squinted at him as he opened the pot of black face paint and he smiled at me.

"Just trust me," he shrugged and I squinted my eyes at him for a moment before I tucked my hair behind my ears. I tilted my head back as I peered up at him and he dipped the brush into the pot before he started painting my right cheek.

"If you're drawing a dick on my face I'll kill you with my bare hands, Matthew," I mumbled, trying not to move my mouth much as his tongue poked out between his lips in concentration.

"If I was gonna do that..." he trailed off before leaning back with a smile, "I'd use a sharpie."

"What did you do?" I asked and he just shrugged as he closed the pot again, sliding it back into his bag before swinging it over his shoulder again. I slipped my phone out of my pocket, opening the front camera to see he had painted the number 81 on my cheek, "What does this mean?"

"You'll see," he shrugged with a smirk and I frowned as he started to walk backwards before he tilted his head towards the building, "Come on. I gotta warm up."

I pushed away from the car, trailing behind him as we walked towards the entrance. He swung the door open, standing behind it as he let me walk in first. We walked through the front area, some of his teammates being gathered around to grab snacks or energy drinks.

"Matty B!" one of the guys called who I recognised as Daniel and he jogged over to us as Matt paused, dapping him up quickly, "Who's this?"

"Layla, Daniel. Daniel, Layla," Matt introduced us and I just nodded at Daniel, not surprised that he didn't know my name.

"No Mia?" he asked Matt and Matt just shrugged in response.

"She's being weird. I don't know dude," Matt answered before he looked towards the rest of their team, "You guys gotta hurry up. We have 45 to warm up."

"Sir, yes, sir," Daniel sent Matt a salute before he started walking backwards and looked at me, "Nice to meet you, princess."

I sent him another nod before Matt started walking towards the doors of the rink, "Ignore Dan. He'll try to fuck anything with legs."

"Don't worry, Captain. I don't do goalies," I smirked and he chuckled in response, holding the door open to the rink for me to enter first again. I walked in, the cold air hitting my cheeks making me shiver.

"Layla!" I heard Allie's chirpy voice call out from the bleachers and I looked to my left to see her sitting front and centre, I sent her a small wave as I started to walk over to her with Matt following behind me.

"I gotta go get ready but are you good to sit with Allie?" Matt asked me and I turned my head to look at him now that he was on my right and I nodded.

"Yeah. Go make sure your hair is nice before you play," I joked as he rolled his eyes, pushing my shoulder slightly before spinning around to walk backwards while I paused at the steps that led up to where Allie was seated, "Break a leg, pretty boy."

"Thanks, pretty girl," he smirked at me and I bit my lip to hide my smile as he spun back around and walked into the locker room at the end of the rink. I shook my head to get rid of my smile as I walked up a few steps before sitting down next to Allie.

She smirked at me and I gave her a confused expression, "What?"

"Nothing," she hummed, her smirk turning into a smile as she looked out onto the ice. She pulled a packet of Sour Patch Kids out from her small handbag that I hadn't even noticed before she pulled open the packet, "You want one?"

"Sure," I shrugged, picking out a couple before throwing them into my mouth and her actions followed mine.

"So you and Matt..." she trailed off and I looked back at her as she smiled at me.

"Me and Matt?" I questioned, waiting for her to continue.

"You guys are cute," she shrugged, a genuine joy spread across her face and I let my mouth fall open.

"Uh... I don't even know if we're friends let alone anything else," I told her honestly and she rolled her eyes playfully before she hummed.

"Matt doesn't talk to just anyone. If he's asking you to come to his games clearly he wants you around," she told me as if it were obvious and I shrugged as I chewed on my lip. A few players from the other team skated onto the ice with their full gear, doing laps around the ice lazily.

"I don't think Chris and Nick like me though. His brothers' opinions probably mean a lot to him," I answered, looking at the players skating in circles. A couple players from Matt's team slid onto the ice as they started doing the same as the opposition.

"Chris is just focused on other shit. Nick tends to stick to himself a lot so just give them both time," she tried to reassure me and I looked back to her before she continued, "Besides, I like you so they're not getting rid of you that easily while I'm around."

"What about Mia?" I asked, genuinely curious as to how heavily Mia's opinion influenced her friends.

Allie sighed as she looked out at the rink, "Mia will figure it out. I don't know why she's being so weird about it. I think it's because she's protective over us."

"Matt's the one that came to me. I don't know why she was acting like I'm tryna break up your entire friend group," I mumbled as I looked out onto the ice to see a couple more players.

Only then did I realise that number 81 with a small C on the chest of his blue and white jersey was skating around the rink and it was none other than Matthew Sturniolo.

#matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matthew bernard sturniolo #matt sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo #the sturniolo triplets #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo edit #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #nick sturniolo #christopher owen sturniolo

72 notes · View notes

cvntyworld · 20 days

Note

Can you do until dawn characters x reader dating headcanons like what they’re like when they’re jealous (thank you!!)

green eyed monster ( the until dawn gang )

summary: until dawn characters and what they are like when they're jealous while dating you.

contents: usual until dawn shenanigans, jealousy, angst if you squint, mild language, fluff, insecurities, the twins are not included as there isn't much content abt them, ect...

SAM GIDDINGS

The greenest flag ever, so when she does tend to get jealous, which is rare, she usually smiles through it so you don't think anything is wrong.

She often puts others above herself so she tries to get rid of any feelings of jealousy rather quickly because it doesn't feel right to be jealous and she often feels as if she's being stupid.

If her jealousy tends to build up, she'll be mature and tell you about how she's feeling because that's much easier than trying to hide it.

She's rarely jealous because of her pacifist ways and is more often to work through those feelings with you as your girlfriend rather than let them simmer.

JOSH WASHINGTON

He'll most definitely hide his jealousy behind jokes or a change in subject because he definitely does not like it when talking about his feelings.

Lets his insecurities about your relationship simmer in his head until he's firing back as a default, trying to get you to be the jealous one for once but it never worked in his favour.

Building a wall to hide how vulnerable he feels about it and trying to lock you out of his mind, until he gives in to your persistence and tells you what's wrong.

Feels as if it makes him weak to feel jealous and needs assurance that jealousy isn't a weakness, it just shows how much he cares despite his doubts.

EMILY DAVIS

When this girl gets jealous she lets it be known, loud & clear, not just to you but to everyone. This girl is not a pushover so she'll let it be known how she feels about her jealousy, even if it isn't in the most kind way, girl is very blunt and straight to the point.

While she may act confident about it, it's really just an immature front to hide how she truly feels, she'd been betrayed in the past before by her bestie and her ex so she's pretty careful about who she grows close to and doesn't want to be hurt again.

Emily often tries to deflect the situation, changing the subject or going on a shopping spree and buying a lot of expensive things in hopes to win you over, but she's always insecure you'll grow tired of her.

What she doesn't know is that you don't need to have expensive clothes given to you as presents or have her acting a lot nicer than usual out of fear she'll lose you, you love her just the way she is.

MATT TAYLOR

The biggest sweetheart who tends to go into a rather sour mood when he's jealous, he'll close off and won't be his usual chatty self.

His jealousy usually doesn't last long but he does try & communicate how he's feeling even when it isn't in the best ways sometimes, he'll build up courage and try to put his feelings into words but then backtracks.

Usually all he needs is a little assurance and he's back to being his usual happy self, Matt doesn't really hold grudges or resentment, he's way too kind-hearted for that type of behaviour.

What makes him even happier is when he sees you at one of his football games, cheering him on with a big smile and his mind is at rest with his doubts.

ASHLEY BROWN

When this girl is jealous, she'll often feel embarrassed about being jealous to begin with. She usually looks at the big picture of things but when it comes to you her mindset is thrown out the window.

Usually gets rather sensitive and teary when it comes to her jealousy, which also drives a mean streak that's reared its ugly head a few times.

Often overreacts to her jealousy and ends up bursting out how she's truly feeling which ends in you calming her down. After a conversation with you she feels her relationship is more secure.

To make her day better, you'll probably buy her some books or plan a day out together to cheer her up and she greatly appreciates it and you.

CHRIS HARTLEY

Often feels embarrassed to be jealous and starts to doubt your relationship, thinking that you might just be with him out of pity.

Starts to act rather awkward around you to hide the fact he's jealous but it instead makes it more obvious that he is.

Tries to dismiss how he's feeling when you ask him if he's jealous and immediately caves and tells you how he's feeling and why he's feeling this way.

Apologizes for his feelings of jealousy and you have to tell him he's got nothing to be sorry for and that you're happy to be with him and that nobody else even came close to him.

JESSICA RILEY

Her insecurities make her doubt your relationship and question if she's actually important to you, often feels sad about her jealousy and shields herself with a little argument or a dumb facade.

While she appears confident, she's conflicted inside as she wants to tell you how she's feeling but is worried it will set back your relationship.

Eventually, you know something is up and ask her to tell you what's bothering her and she does after a few nudges to explain what's wrong. When she does, she's worried you'll laugh or reject her but all you do is take her hand and smile and assure her.

Feels more secure and confident in your relationship and knows she can come to you about any worries if she has them and knows that she can trust you with her feelings.

MIKE MUNROE

He isn't the type to get jealous but when he does, he can start to have a bit of a pissy attitude and not just towards you but to everyone.

Usually, he brushes off any jealousy by being rather suggestive towards you but it doesn't always work in his favour, usually you'll leave him hanging until he's forced to tell you what's wrong.

You always try to reassure him he's got nothing to be jealous of but he'll shrug it off and dismiss it, he's not one to talk about his feelings.

He usually gets over his jealousy on his own and is an immediate grinning bastard again, but he knows that you'll listen to his worries whenever he decides to get in touch with his feelings and talk to you.

#until dawn #until dawn x reader #sam giddings x reader #josh washington x reader #emily davis x reader #matt taylor x reader #ashley brown x reader #chris hartley x reader #jessica riley x reader #mike munroe x reader #until dawn game #supermassive games #until dawn fanfic

47 notes · View notes

brettsey-two-tts · 1 year

Text

A celebration was planned for Mouch for surviving yet another close encounter at the hospital. Actually, Trudy insisted since it was a much closer call than she would’ve liked to have been. She pulled Sylvie into helping her plan it, and of course, Sylvie was very, very happy to help. She loved Mouch and would do anything for him, especially after he helped her with Paramedicine, so she didn’t hesitate to say ‘yes’.

They managed to put something together within a week, and on the day of, Sylvie arrived a couple hours before Molly’s opened to help set up everything on the outside patio. After everything passed Trudy’s approval, she headed home to change into something nicer. She originally thought that she could throw on a white undershirt, a plaid long sleeve, a pair of jeans, and brown suede stacked heel boots, but as she was setting up everything, she realized the weather was becoming much colder than she anticipated. So, instead of the plaid long sleeve, she went with a large beige sweater.

Something that she loved was the little game she and Matt were playing with their Firehouse family.

After she said ‘yes’ to Matt’s proposal, they heard about Mouch’s complication in the hospital, so they never found the appropriate time to tell everyone before he left for Portland. It wasn’t a secret and they didn’t want it to be, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t have fun with it.

Every time Sylvie went to Molly’s, she’d wear something that would help make her hands somewhat inconspicuous which was where the colder Chicago weather and her extensive long-sleeved wardrobe came in.

She didn’t want to take away of the attention away from Mouch, so she unraveled the sleeves of her sweater to cover the engagement ring up. She also wore a small, thin gold rectangular pendant around the tall neck of her sweater. They’ve seen her in the same outfit before, so she was sure no one would notice the large diamond on her left ring finger.

She spent most of the night conversing with all of her friends and family and sure enough, no one noticed the ring. Everyone was too busy celebrating Mouch to even think about looking in that direction.

After some cake, half a glass of Rosé, and a very animated conversation from Mouch on how he landed in the hospital in the first place (explosions, gun fire sounds, the whole bit), the night started to wind down.

Most of the crowd left, leaving Sylvie, Trudy, and their Firehouse 51 family (minus Stella and Severide). No one wanted the night to end, so they all pushed together some tables and ordered another round of drinks.

“I’m really glad you’re okay, Mouch,” Sylvie said with a warm smile. “I don’t know where I’d be without you.”

Mouch blushed a little. “Oh, please. I’m sure you’d be in the same place you are now.”

Sylvie chuckled and shook her head. “I don’t think so. You’ve played a big part in all of our lives. I’m really happy to know you.”

Mouch’s cheeks crimsoned. “Thank you, Sylvie.” He looked around the table and saw his Firehouse family beaming at him. “Thank you, everyone. This has been quite a night and one I’ll never forget.” He wrapped his arm around Trudy that was sitting next to him.

Trudy playfully elbowed him. “Enjoy it because it’s not happening again. I don’t know if I could ever take it happening again.”

Mouch chuckled. “Duly noted.”

Herrmann’s eyes started to narrow. The more he thought about what ever he was thinking about, the more confused he looked.

Ritter furrowed his brows. “You okay, Herrmann?” Everyone turned to the man in question.

Herrmann hummed thoughtfully and began with a wince. “Okay, now, you all know I’m not a very superstitious person.” There some mumbles under a few people’s breaths and some started to laugh a bit. “Most of the time,” he corrected himself. “I’m not superstitious most of the time. Well, after what happened to Mouch, I started going to that palm reader.”

Mouch’s mouth gapped. “What?” he gasped. “Really? Herrmann, I’m telling you - her reading was just a coincidence.”

Herrmann dismissed him with a wave of his hand. “Says the guy that felt a great deal of pain which made me feel a great deal of pain. Listen, I’ve been going to her lately and so far, every one of her readings has actually happened.”

Sylvie furrowed her brows and looked intrigued. “Really? Like what?”

Everyone listened intently as Herrmann continued.

“Well, she said I would experience some discomfort soon, and sure enough, I felt some backpain after I helped Cindy with some yardwork.” Herrmann looked over at his wife and saw her shake her head.

Cindy filled in the blanks, “I insisted that he not, multiple times might I add, but he did it anyways.”

Herrmann’s eyes lit up as he snapped his fingers and continued, “And then she said someone I was really close to would find great joy - and a day later, Lee Henry came home and said he found three hundred bucks on the ground!”

Everyone began to laugh or groan because they thought it was all a coincidence.

“So, I went back to her today and she said I’d be celebrating something very big in the near future. I thought she was talking about tonight but she said it wasn’t happening tonight, which is confusing to me, because… what other big thing are we celebrating?” He turned to his wife and reiterated, “Our anniversary already passed and so did your Birthday.” He hummed in thought. “Maybe the kids’ Birthdays?”

Cindy shook her head and patted her husband on the back. “Don’t think about it too hard, Honey.”

“You think I’m crazy, don’t you?” Herrmann asked, slightly offended.

Cindy shot him a look and deadpanned, “Seventy-five bucks a session, Christopher. Seventy-five bucks.”

Herrmann threw his hands up in disbelief and everyone began to laugh.

While Ritter and Gallo chimed in on the topic of the palm reader, one of the bartenders came out with the round of drinks they ordered earlier. Five opened beers were being balanced on a round tray. He set them down, one after another, but the last one had too much condensation and unfortunately slipped from his fingers an inch away from being placed on the table. It knocked against the wood and began to tip over but with Sylvie’s quick thinking, she reached out and grabbed the bottle.

“So sorry about that,” the bartender apologized with a grimace.

“No worries,” Sylvie replied and passed Ritter his beer.

Violet’s eyes widened - practically bulging out of her skull. “Did I drink too much or do I see an engagement ring on your finger.”

Everyone’s heads turned at the words ‘engagement’ and ‘ring’. And, collectively, their eyes went from Violet, to her gaze, and then to what it was pointed at, which was Sylvie’s left hand.

Sylvie didn’t realize she caught the bottle with her left hand as her right hand was too busy nursing the last of her Rosé. And the quick motion must’ve made her sleeve slide all the way up to reveal her entire hand.

Herrmann gasped and snapped his fingers. He pointed at the diamond on Sylvie’s left ring finger. “See! The palm reader was right! A big celebration in the near future!”

“Holy shit, that is massive!” Violet exclaimed as she gently pulled Sylvie’s hand into her own to take a closer look at the ring. “This must’ve cost a hefty price.”

Trudy looked perplexed as she asked, “I thought you broke up with that guy. What’s his face. I forget his name. He wasn’t that significant for me to remember.”

Cindy remembered. “Dylan.”

Violet furrowed her brows at the mention. “You and Dylan broke up, and then he proposed to you? I thought you said it wasn’t meant to be?”

Sylvie opened her mouth but she wasn’t sure where she should start. The cat was practically jumping out of the bag and into an open card board box at that point so there was no use trying to cover it up any longer.

The mention of ‘meant to be’ made her cheeks crimson. “Sylvie Brett. We were meant to be”. She broke into the widest and happiest grin but no words came out. There was a sparkle in her eye as she bashfully played with the band of the ring. And just like that, both Trudy and Cindy instantly knew.

“Oh my god,” Trudy said with a big open smile.

“Oh!” Cindy laughed and clasped her hands together with glee. She looked so happy to see Sylvie happy, especially all that she had been through in the last couple of years since Matt left. “You have to tell us how it happened!”

Herrmann, Mouch, Ritter, and Gallo gave each other incredibly confused looks.

“Uh, I think I’m missing something,” Gallo said.

Herrmann replied, “Yeah, same. Maybe my ears are broken but I’m pretty sure she didn’t say who it was.”

Violet’s eyes widened once again. “Oh my god!” she suddenly exclaimed. “The day that Herrmann told us about Mouch! You came to the hospital with Casey and when I asked, you told me he came to your place to say good-bye.”

Ritter and Gallo both grinned with open mouths at the realization.

“Really?” Gallo asked. “He proposed?”

Herrmann didn’t realize it until Gallo said something. “Holy moley! Casey proposed to you?”

Mouch turned to Sylvie and enveloped her in a half-hug. “Congratulations - you two deserve to be happy.”

Trudy looked behind her to see if she could flag down the bartender again. “We are getting you another Rosé and you are going to tell us every detail.”

Sylvie didn’t get a word in but what could she say? She was so incredibly happy. Her life felt like it was finally falling into place: she and Matt were going to get married and in a few days, she was going to be the mother of a blue-eyed blonde baby girl, and a few weeks after that, Matt was moving back to Chicago. She didn’t think her life could get any more perfect.

It was worth the wait - all of it.

It was all meant to be.

#brettsey #matt casey #sylvie brett #fanfiction #meant to be #damn i was really into this one #they were meant to be #im still dead btw

56 notes · View notes

dwntwn-strnlo · 8 months

Text

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈 𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙉 𝙄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈

w h e n i

check out my intro on wattpad! (it looks nicer and its easier to read)

CHAP 1

❝as your friend, i mean this in the meanest way possible . . .

. . . when will you ever learn?❞

dts.

@oneirophobic

@gwenlore

@lvrsparadise

@gracietaylorsversions

@20nugs

@iha8you

🎙️🎙️🎙️

❝girl when i miss you (when i miss you)

i get caught up (all in my feelings girl)

i wanna kiss you (wanna kiss you)

show you some love (love)

i wanna show you some love, oh (love, love, love)❞

when i - steve lacy . . .

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 . . .

❝𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘥.❞

matthew sturniolo had practically

grown up with the love for his best

friend. but he could never speak on

it as he watched her run away with

other guys that she claimed were

the 'one'. but realistically, nobody

ever stayed. everything hurt him so

much to the point where the only

option was to pretend to hate the

girl in hopes that his unmatched

love would fade.

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 . . .

❝𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘳?❞

every man was the man for vera

prince. she had searched so

desperately to find someone who

genuinely loved her, only to never

see the boy right next to her for

who he truly was. eventually

seeing those gentle, loving

glances melt into annoyance

and what seemed like hatred.

never noticing how hard it was

for him to see her in the awful

states she always found herself in.

𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . .

VERA PRINCE

( vere . . . )

boyfriend🎙️ariana grande ft. social house . . .

. . . ❝ but you don't want me to see nobody else. ❞

( 🫶🍵😶‍🌫️🦕📸 )

.hers.17.straight.

insta . . . @ veraaaprince OR @ kingvera

( portrayed by alana lintao . . . @alanalintao )

MATTHEW STURNIOLO

( matt . . . )

star shopping🎙️lil peep . . .

. . . ❝ i know that i'm not that important to you. but to me, girl, you're so much more than gorgeous. ❞

( 🦉⛺✍️📽️🪴 )

.his.18.straight.

insta . . . @ matthew.sturniolo OR @ liamneeson4L

( portrayed by matthew sturniolo . . . @matthew.sturniolo )

TRINITY WEST

( triny . . . )

evergeen (you didn't deserve me at all)🎙️omar apollo . . .

. . . ❝ but sometimes, i pray that you fall in love. ❞

( 🦋🥱🧃🙌🐢 )

.hers.18.bi.

insta . . . @ trinity_west OR @ theholytrinity

( portrayed by peyton list . . . @peytonlist )

CHRISTOPHER STURNIOLO

( chris . . . )

mr. brightside🎙️the killers . . .

. . . ❝ it started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this? ❞

( 👾🦎🙈📣🎧 )

.his.18.straight.

insta . . . @ christophersturniolo OR @ chrischrischris

( portrayed by christopher sturniolo @christophersturniolo )

NICOLAS STURNIOLO

( nick . . . )

from the dining table🎙️harry styles . . .

. . . ❝ comfortable silence is so overrated. ❞

( 🐈‍⬛🌼🫂📻💫 )

.he.18.gay.

insta . . . @ nicolassturniolo OR @ proudhater

( portrayed by nicolas sturniolo @nicolassturniolo )

JENNIFER FOSTER

( jenny . . . jelly . . . )

name in the sand🎙️lil skies . . .

. . . ❝ when it rains, grab my hand. spell your name in the sand. ❞

( 👻🐿️🖼️🎸🌴 )

.hers.17.pan.

insta . . . @ jennnnyfoster OR @ foster2

( portrayed by jessie mesa . . . @unclejessiie )

MALCOLM SIMPSON

( mac . . . )

gorgeous🎙️taylor swift . . .

. . . ❝ you should take it as a complimet that i, got drunk and made fun of the way you talk. ❞

( 🤖🗺️🙊🕸️🏞️ )

.his.17.gay.

insta . . . @ macsimpson OR @ somanymacs

( portrayed by ryan crouse . . . @ryangcrouse )

𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . .

( @ broghansemrad ) broghan semrad . . . AS . . . troye ivory

( @ madifilipowicz ) madison "madi" filipowicz . . . AS . . . herself

( @ nathandoe8 ) nathan "nate" doe . . . AS . . . himself

. . .

❝he hates me.❞

❝reword that.❞

❝he loves me.❞

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . .

find the playlist here!

when i . . . steve lacy

❝i wanna show you some love❞

. . .

evergreen (you didn't deserve me) . . . omar apollo

❝you know you really made me hate myself❞

. . .

name in the sand . . . lil skies

❝need your love, it's my drug

when I'm down, lift me up

that's enough (that's enough)❞

. . .

destroy myself just for you . . . montell fish

❝i destroy myself, just for you, you

i destroy myself, just for you, you❞

. . .

delicate . . . taylor swift

❝is it cool that i said all that?

is it chill that you're in my head?❞

. . .

i wish i never met you . . . babygirl

❝i wish i never kissed you in my living room❞

. . .

think fast . . . dominic fike

❝think fast, you only get one try

sleep tight, i wanna get sunshine

wake up, you know we got things to see

cheap talks and nothing makes sense to me

she said two's our odd number, if you is involved i laugh❞

. . .

gorgeous . . . taylor swift

❝you've ruined my life, by not being mine❞

. . .

hostage . . . billie eilish

❝i wanna be alone

alone with you, does that make sense?❞

. . .

always been you . . . shawn mendes

❝it's always been you

and you've seen all my darkest fears

like you've known me for a thousand years

the boy who's really underneath

all the scars and insecurities, baby

i swear that you've been sent to save me

you're the one my heart keeps coming back to❞

. . .

if he wanted to he would . . . johnny orlando

❝i'm not like the last guy

he'd disappear for hours

no, he never bought you flowers❞

. . .

all i want is you . . . miguel, j cole

❝'cause being your friend was killing me softly❞

. . .

you get me so high . . . the neighbourhood

❝you're my best friend, i'll love you forever❞

. . .

ivy . . . frank ocean

❝ooh, i could hate you now

its quite alright to hate me now❞

. . .

idfc . . . blackbear

❝'cause i have hella feelings for you

i act like i dont fucking care

like they ain't even there❞

. . .

boyfriend . . . ariana grande

❝you ain't my by boyfriend (boyfriend)

and i ain't your girlfriend (girlfriend)

but you don't want me to see nobody else

and i don't want you to see nobody❞

. . .

flashing lights . . . kanye west

❝as i recall, i know you love to show off

but i never thought that you would take it this far❞

. . .

like i would . . . zayn

❝he, won't love you like i would❞

. . .

right here . . . lil peep, horse head

❝i know that i'm young, but i'm still right here

i dont give a fuck, i love who i love and girl

you're that one, so wait right here❞

. . .

soulmate . . . mac miller

❝what do you want with me?❞

. . .

daddy issues . . . the neighbourhood

❝it's crazy what you'll do for a friend❞

. . .

i just wanna feel your love again . . . montell fish

❝i just wanna feel your love again

i just wanna feel your touch again

but deep down i know you'll leave me every time

but if that's the price i might just turn my eyes❞

. . .

when the party's over . . . billie eilish

❝call me friend, but keep me closer❞

. . .

portrait of a blank state . . . lovejoy

❝we could make such a pretty picture❞

. . .

ultraviolet . . . aiden bissett

❝i'm living and dying, in your ultraviolet❞

. . .

i love you . . . billie eilish

❝maybe won't you take it back

say you were tryna make me laugh

and nothing has to change today

you didn't mean to say "i love you"

i love you and i don't want to❞

"i love you."

...

A/N

so excited 😋

#WHEN I . . .#WHEN I . . . dwntwnstrnlo #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo

26 notes · View notes

sturnslow · 3 months

Text

Broken heart

Part 2

Summary: y/n and the triplets grew up together but Matt and her never got along they hated each other but maybe that changes ??

Warning: slight smut, mentions of drug and alcohol, sweating

The car ride was silent no music, no talking just the noise of the car and our breaths. I lived about 10 mins away from the triplets so it wasn’t too long but with Matt it felt like forever we had only been driving for 3 mins and it had felt like 30 years.

“You really liked her Hm” I asked breaking the silence

“I don’t know” he muttered

“It’s okay to have feelings towards someone Matt” I looked over at him. No response

“Did you love her” I asked

“I don’t fucking know Y/N she was my first girlfriend since middle school yes I liked her I just feel different now she’s not here stop talking to me like we’re friends it’s pretty obvious I hate you so just stop talking” he snapped. Wow.

I didn’t reply mainly bc I was angry but I was also embarrassed why do I even try to talk to him, but he had a point and I wasn’t going to argue against it so I just left the silence to linger.

We pulled into my driveway “thank you”I said “what did I just say” he replied. I slammed his door shut and walked in

“ANDREEA” I shouted, she walked out her room “Heyy” she said hugging me.

“Soo how did it go” I asked, we both sat down on the couch “it was the best thing ever I spoke to felix and he asked for my number” she giggled. “WHAT” I screamed jumping up, I was more excited then her I’m so happy for her if anyone deserved this, it was andreea.

“So how come you stayed out” she asked

“Well I fell asleep watching a movie Matt also broke up with Isabella and I think he’s upset about it but honestly I don’t care” I responded

“What happened”

“She cheated on him” I said

“Ouchhhh that must hurt” she she hissed

“Maybe it will teach him a lesson to be nicer to people” she added

The problem was that Matt was nice to literally everyone but me, he sweet around all other girls and his brothers, his friends and there friends. But me, no he hated me and to be fair I couldn’t care less.

“Earth to y/nnnn” andreea snapped her fingers in my face taking me out of my thoughts

“I may need to go out in a sec can I borrow your car” she asked

“It’s out of gas still in the triplets drive way”

“How did you get home” she asked confused

“Matt” I spoke

“Matt?” She laughed confusingly “Matt gave you a ride home” she said more serious this time

“Yeah, but don’t look shocked he was being a dick the whole way here” I rolled my eyes

“Typical Matt, don’t worry about it imma just Uber” she said walking into the bathroom and the shower turned on.

Call from Chris 💗

Mmm I rolled over from my nap

“Hello” i say

“You wanna go to a party ?” He asks

“You don’t even drink why would u go” I responded

“Cause it will be fun”

“Okay yeah whatever I’m down”

“Be ready in 15 mins”

WHAT I thought that’s not alot of time

“Oh okay bye”

“Bye Y/n”

I put on this short black dress and put some some makeup on then I just did my hair half up half down in a claw clip because I didn’t have time to deal with that, I heard matts horn beep and I went outside.

“Hey” I said getting in next to nick, Nate was also in the back with us

“You look pretty” nick says

“Very” nate adds

“I’d be lying if I didn’t say u looked hot” Chris giggled, Matt didn’t say a word other than giving me an eye roll through the mirror

“Thanks guys” I smiled

We arrived at the party and I didn’t waste time going in, the music was loud and I didn’t know where the triplets and Nate went I was just alone in the kitchen of this house. I poured myself a drink leaning against the counter slowly moving my hips to the music.

“Hey sexy” I turned it was a tall guy, black messy hair and a tattoo on his neck.

“Hey, what’s ur name” I smiled at the handsome boy

“I’m Wayne what’s urs” he placed his hands on my waist

“Y/N” I downed the rest of my drink as the alcohol started to kick in as he pulled me to the dance floor and we danced.

“Here” he pulled out 2 pills lifting one to his mouth swallowing it as he put the other one to my lips

“I don’t do drugs i-“ I was cut off

“I’ll take care of you come on take it don’t be a pussy why are u at a party if ur not gonna have fun” he stroked my face, it shouldn’t have made me weak but it did I mean he was hot and I didn’t want him to not like me.

I took the pill and me and Wayne spoke and danced for about 15 mins, then the immediate regret hit me. I shouldn’t have taken that pill, my head went fuzzy but I didn’t want his hands to get off me, I wanted more, I needed more.

I ran my hands up his body as he pulled me to the bathroom, he lifted me up onto the sink “mmm” I moaned as he kissed my neck his hands running up and down my thighs. I pulled his shirt over his head his lips crashing into mine, he bit my lip asking for entrance.

A part of me wanted this but I new it was wrong I wanted to stop but I couldn’t push him off me, my body was heavy and my mind was weak

“stop” I breathed out “shh shh it’s gonna be okay” his hands lightly running over my clit making me whine, “we can’t do this stop it” I used my strength to push him away but it was nothing at this point I couldn’t even open my eyes, what the fuck did I take.

Then the door swung open “she said stop jackass” I knew the voice it was Matt, no it couldn’t be Matt but it sounded just like him.

“She was the one who wanted this” Wayne said

“Well I heard her say stop twice”

“You been spying on us, pervert” Wayne pushed him

At this point I could barely see straight let alone keep my eyes open but from what I could see it was Matt, Matt was in here, they were arguing but my ears were ringing and I started to panic, my breathing got heavy I was scared.

“Tell her not to do drugs again if this is how she acts” Wayne said walking out.

“Drugs?” He asked, turning to me my eyes screwed shut but tears slightly running down my face I felt like I couldn’t breathe

“I- Matt I- can’t breathe” I panicked

“I’m right here Y/N” Matt said interlocking his hands with mine.

~~~~

This is not proof ready but thanks to the people who read my last chapter I hope u enjoy this one

#nate doe #sturniolo #sturniolo edit #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #nicolas sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #smut #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #reading

16 notes · View notes

kiss-my-freckle · 5 months

Note

Who's your most hated character and ship of all time? After experiences with many different fandoms over a long time my hatred of Stefan/Stelena is still #1. I absolutely fucking hate him. If Stefan Salvatore has 1 hater I am one of them lol. I definitely don't think he's a complete bad person, but the narrative that's pushed on him makes me dislike him. As if the show wasn't bad enough in how they portrayed Stefan/SE, many of his fans are so toxic that I could never stand him or Stelena as a ship. They act more like petulant children after not getting the endgame they want even though they were insanely toxic when the show aired too. Something I've noticed and have done my research on throughout multiple platforms is that Delena shippers focus less on antishipping than Stelena shippers and more of them like or are neutral towards Stefan as a character than the other way around. Also when discussing the show they are more patient with Stelena shippers than fellow Delena shippers over difference of opinion. I remember when the show was airing there was cyberbulling incidents against Delena shippers from hate blogs popularized by Stelena shippers and there was one particular incident of a Delena shipper on Tumblr committing suicide after season 3 that it even caught Julie's attention. As for Caroline I find her more likable than him even though her fans are toxic, especially about other women in the show particularly Elena and their stans. Even though she could be annoying occasionally, she was written well enough to be liked more than Stefan, and I may have liked her more if her fans weren't Karens to Elena and her stans (that's a nice way of putting it). I also feel like the show wanted people to empathize extra with Caroline like did with Stefan. For example, they wanted people to feel more bad than necessary about Caroline not getting every guy she liked immediately interested in her even though she dated all of Elena's exes and though Bonnie was more disadvantaged when it came to romance and was still a nicer person and not a slut shaming pickme. Caroline was also insensitive to Bonnie multiple times, like body shaming her and in season 8 Caroline was insensitive when Bonnie was grieving Enzo and focused more on her and Stefan. I found that strange since Caroline went off on Elena more than Matt when Matt was being inconsiderate on their double date and didn't see her as being a good friend.

Caroline is my most hated character. Romantically, Stelena is the grossest ship I've ever seen on tv, but I love them as friends. I hate Stefan's character for various reasons, but I don't hate him as much as I hate Caroline. I often refer to Stefan as the shit brother because he is. Caroline is the kind of person I'd beat the shit out of, and I very much meant that.

Going through this fandom, there's a huge difference I find among the shippers. Delena shippers don't have a problem seeing and accepting Damon's faults. They don't excuse them, but rather forgive him as Elena has. Stelena shippers are different in the fact that they excuse Stefan's actions, blame them on anything other than Stefan. That's what makes them petulant children. They're either uneducated or choose to ignore the reality of the writing for the sake of making their ship look good. Nothing they say can ever make their ship look good... just as the writers can say whatever they want in interview, it'll never change what they put on screen. Stelena is complete garbage. Stefan and Caroline are the worst characters in the show, which make them perfect for each other.

3 notes · View notes

elliebean714 · 2 years

Note

Hello again!! So I was just doing some thinking and something popped in my head...

Emily x reader x Matt!!

Matt needs someone who has time and patience to take care of him as much as he takes care of others! And Emily needs someone that can stand her girl talk and understand her fashion!! I can be that person!!!

Sorry got excited, uhh please, and thank you 🦋💘

Yeyy!! Emily is my favourite girl!! (Well second. My heart belongs to Ashley ��💕) But Matt deserved better than her, let's hope thats you💀 sorry this took so long and is so short, I've had a lot of writers block lately. Please forgive me😭 I'm working on your other request right now, shouldn't be too long 🙏

Matt Taylor x GN!Reader x Emily Davis

Headcanons

Fluff

Pre-Game

Okay so you'd probably have to be the mediator in this relationship💀

You'd have to remind Matt to stick up for himself and that his feelings matter.

And you'd have to remind Emily to be nicer and to appreciate Matt more

Sorry Em but Matt deserves better😭✋

Whenever Matt is feeling down or emotionally needy you'd be there for him, holding him, kissing him, just talking to him, cus we all know Em won't be💀

Whenever Emily is in a really bad mood you'd be the only one able to calm her down, paint each others nails, let her do your make-up, or just chat about what's bothering her

You being there would probably make Emily less likely to cheat with Mike.

Because she genuinely loves and respects you and she doesn't want to hurt and betray you.

If Matt and Emily ever had a disagreement, the first thing you'd do is ensure Matt won't just back down to do whatever she wants

The next thing you'd do is try to find some sort of compromise they can both agree to

The most important thing would be to make sure Matt is happy and is not just going along with whatever you say to avoid the conflict

Because you're the loving and supportive partner you are, you'd go to every single one of Matts Football games

Showing up in his letterman jacket

Screaming his name in support 😭💖

You and Emily go on shopping trips verrryyy often

Completely spoiling each other

Buying each other clothes

But she's always the more stylish one😭

Overall, you'd be the mediator in this disaster of a relationship💀

Video Games And Characters You Can Request

Request Always Open 🦋

~Elliebean714

♤♡◇♧☆♧◇♡♤♡◇♧☆♧◇♡

#matt taylor until dawn x reader #matt taylor x reader #until dawn matt #matt taylor until dawn #matt taylor #matt x reader x emily #matt taylor x reader x emily davis #emily davis #Emily davis until dawn x reader #emily davis x reader #until dawn emily #Emily until dawn

30 notes · View notes

nayfen · 3 months

Text

Fanfic: These Fleeting Nights (7/9)

Chapter 7 - Siege of BioDyne

Read the full chapter on AO3

The next few days were some of the most relaxing she’d ever spent in Night City; the two of them needed some time to recover from their injuries but as it happened, it was nice to simply slow down and take stock.

Night City had a way of pulling you forward. Steering you through its twists and turns at terminal velocity until you either wipe out or lean into the rhythm.

Doing nothing was refreshing, and it was made all the nicer doing it with Judy.

Of course, there was still one last task to accomplish; one final hurdle to cross to V’s recovery.

She’d met with Matt, Biotechnica’s top (only) Geneticist and delivered her eye. He’d shown her the comparison of her DNA, a before and after, and even she could see the differences. He pointed out some scarring and some similarities between the DNA; turned out she and Johnny weren’t so different after all. More importantly, he was confident he could work with it and that, together with the Nanites, he could fix her.

She put him in touch with Placide and shared the data he’d provided her. She figured the more information he had, the better her chances. She also provided him with a copy of the Relic documentation she’d received from Anders Hellman, in case this provided some insight into the extent of the damage caused by the Relic and how it was designed to function.

On Matt’s recommendation, she was about to contact a doctor to assist with the operation. And she had someone in mind.

She engaged her holo and reached out to someone she thought she’d never contact again; Dennis Cranmer. She met him in the afterlife, and against her better judgement, accepted a gig from him. He was a client that was intent on avoiding the use of a fixer. Of course, the whole thing was a shit show, but despite that, she managed to secure the “package”; one Haruyoshi Nishikata.

“Hey, Dennis...” She said when the call eventually connected, “Hope you’re staying out of trouble?”

If she was to have any shot at this, she needed the best, and who better than Haruyoshi Nishikata, world's best brain surgeon, number one.

Dennis, with only a light amount of threatening, informed her that Haruyoshi had set up a clinic in Heywood under the name of Hidetoshi Hasagawa. He provided the contact detes and she spun up the holo once more and, after a few seconds, the call connected.

“Hasagawa Clinic, top service, world best...” Haruyoshi began.

“Heeeeey, it’s V... remember, I helped you out... Dennis gave me your...”

“Ah! V! Best Merc, top of all, good instincts! Good to hear you!”

“Glad you remember me... Listen, I could use your skills... Can we meet?”

She felt a bit like a fixer putting together a gig; reaching out to contacts, arranging meetings, providing intel. She was putting a team together; a team to save her life, and one to help her acquire the final piece of the puzzle.

Natasha knew the nanites- with enough time, she could program them to tattoo the Mona Lisa on the inside of a stomach- but she was no surgeon, and neither was Matt. Her hope was that Haruyoshi would be willing to help. She also hoped that he could give her a check-up; she wanted to be absolutely sure that there was no damage to her brain after the relic.

Read the full chapter on AO3

#cyberpunk2077 #cp77 #judy alvarez #judyalvarez #judy cyberpunk #v cp77 #fanfic #cyberpunk 2077 #judy and v

0 notes

bladedalchemistreplica · 4 months

Note

Valentine's Day is coming? Are there any plans for dates, romantic or platonic?

||●LONG LONG POST--

■Future valentines prompts ■Future refs

●Platonic Romelle&Regris

●Hinted N-7/Matt Holt

●beginning Keith/lance (this one's long)

●Alfor/Thace

"I'm planning on inviting Regris to one of those space malls! I've heard word of it from a few rebels and the paladins!" Romelle whispered excitedly as she cupped her mouth a bit.

It wasn't uncommon to hear of such luxturies the recently freed planets had to offer, and their newly gained independence allowed its citizens to take advantage of. So, and with the bit of lag of her responsibilities with the rebels, this was the chance of hers to take!

But of course-- the Blade of Marmora was ever so tough, and S T R I C T with its ways of life. So... how ever was she supposed to drag that blade with her? If he hadn't been so curious to the mall in the first place it may have been impossible. However, Regris was quite crafty in getting out of blade duties.

At least once in a while. As long as he'd be back in one piece and their other ranking members had enough numbers available, she was sure he'd be able to join her. And he was sure as well.

Matt shrugged. "I wanted to see if N-7 would like to go out and see some of the rumored meteor showers passing Olkraion. I think they'd enjoy that kind of view, they really haven't been out much, and Te-osh said they'd always wanted to see it."

The showers on earth were incredible, but so were the ones that happened on Kraydah on those clear nights, so beautiful and breathtaking. He always wondered how she never saw any, but then again, most of the attacks happened then; So now, with Voltron being back in action and with Kraydah being more secure, the possibility to see it with her was open.

Over time, he'd grown to enjoy spending time with her, not only for learning and sharing one another's knowledge on the systems and organization of files and charting systems in color code--

He really liked spending time with them.

"I never really did much on Valentines Day. The most I managed to do was catch a solar eclipse that one time when I was tweleve." Keith never saw much point to it, mostly since he never got much back from the holiday in question.

Beyond the force sharing of candy and toys for school and then the sharing of candy during hid time at the Garrison, and then that one time a girl got dared to ask him to that dance...

He felt bad for her. He really did. Even if it was a cruel prank, the more he reflected on it now, the more guilty he felt. He could have been nicer, but not many showed him much more than a casual wave or nod.

That was until he met Lance. Well, Shiro was the first to show him at least a surface level of kindness that wasn't forced or out of pity. But Lance was the second. The blue, Lover boy, paladin Lance. The one who was always in the middle of throwing compliments and smooth openings to anyone who caught his eye.

Almost everyone, but not him. He never saw anything directed at him or heard a single word directed at him.

Until he walked up to him and asked if he'd want to see a proformance on one of the days he'd be with the paladins once more. Lance seemed more, quiet and uncertain, less himself. Which just made him more suspicious to some prank being pulled by him or his fellow paladins.

But no, no Lance wasn't pulling some prank on him.

No, Lance was being truthful in his question and had been looking at him with a slowly turning frown of disappointment. He'd said yes almost soon after, maybe with a bit more excitement than he'd wanted to have be heard.

In the end, Lance walked off with some stupid stride and an even dumber looking smile.

"I have a little something planned for Al, if he doesn't mind a bit of traveling." Thace was proud of the plan for their night together. Plan everything out in a manner that ensured they'd be left alone and not disrupted for a good chunk of the night and possibly early morning.

Alfor never did seem to mind traveling around, even from the experiences told of his past endeavors the best had been ones where the paladins of old had traversed a planet to their next destination or discovery. One of which Alfor seemed determined to prove was either correct, or dangerous.

The ones he seemed to personally favor were those of which he was able to experience something of familiarity or to see some of nature's natural beauty. Thace had taken note of all of these.

And now was the perfect time for such an occasion. So, when Tavo was able to be watched over by his newly elected guardians, he would bring Alfor to that spot to watch a few of Olkairon's fauna make a great migration through the forest, and he could hope be unaware of their presence throughout it.

#//NON-THREAD RELATED 🚨#//MUSINGS__#//LAST LULLABY__Romelle #//MY TIME WITH THE REBELS__Matt #//ONE OF BOTH HALFS__Keith #//SARCED BLOODLINES__Alfor #//DUST TO GLITTER AND GOLD__Thace #((Cough cough--future...little gifts if my art aint done-keep eyes open!#[[im so rusty with fics and even more romance i swear to god *sobs*#klance in this house I do stand for #please for the love of all that is good--I need to stop givung myself art ideas #//ENGRAVED PAD__Drabble

1 note · View note

longeyelashedtragedy · 9 months

Note

fanfic wip guessing game: finger, nipple, teeth, beard

i feel like someone has asked me "beard" before LOL

finger:

“The first day. You came to our table. You didn’t trust us...You were right.”

“Šime, you’re drunk. Stop. Just go back to sleep.”

“Nnnnnn...I....” Šime jabs his finger at the cross on his chest like he’s trying to stab himself. “ ‘s why i have this. Thought it could change how I was—”

“Šime. Shut the fuck up.” (mare liberum--i think this is from the draft of the 2nd-last chapter!)

“Mason, I don’t think you can understand. My marriage is what it is, and that’s my business. But if I could…” They’re stopped at a red light and Frank uses the opportunity to take Mason by the chin with his strong, thick fingers. “If I could, Mase. It would be just you and me, and I mean it with all my heart.” ('bitter mutual cheating')

But there was something he could do

The train bumped along and he trimmed his fingers on the cold windowsill, listening to a playlist Mladen—Petrić—had sent him. (ivan coming of age)

Granit uncurls his fingers—they’re stiff from how hard he’s been clutching Erdin’s bathroom counter—and pushes Milot’s head back. (dangerous AU flashback 2)

“Sex on the beach,” Jamie muses, ruffling Frank’s hair, and each finger has too much weight. “Trying to make an Ayia Napa joke, is he?” (you rearrange me till i'm sane)

Aaron scratching his fingers through Rob’s fluffy hair and behind his ears. Rob looks up at Matt a little concerned but also a little…Matt can’t define it. Spaced-out? (some puppy play fic i never knew what to do with)

“It’s alright,” he says. Granit won’t know what he’s saying, but he’s barely conscious of Granit being there. “You lived a good life. It’s alright…” He runs a finger down the man’s cheek. “It’s alright. Shhhhh…” (dangerous AU christmas chapter)

nipple:

Granit slips him another bundle of 100-euro notes. That gets him the right to put his hands on Angelo’s chest and touch his skinny stomach and little nipples. Sure, money can’t buy love, but Granit knows he’ll never have that anyway, and money can buy all the rest of it. (dangerous au flashback 2--I did this one last night but it's the only WIP with nipple in it lol)

teeth:

“Luka and I went down to take a look at the Neroverdi, last night, like you asked.”

“Snuck on board, actually.” Luka grins, and the familiar sight of his long, crooked front teeth makes Dejan feel calm. No matter what happens to him here, his friends are the same as they always are. (mare liberum)

He’s hungry, he’s starving, and making next to nothing doing seasonal work at the apple orchard just down the road from the tiny town the dark-haired boy led him to. He’s filled up on apples. The sour ones, the sweet ones, the ones that dry out his tongue, the ones with the squished bruised bites that taste sweeter than the sweet ones. His teeth hurt from all the sweetness. He’d slipped a tube of toothpaste made for sensitive teeth into his pocket at the drugstore a couple weeks back. The dark-haired boy had whispered that it was okay, and stealing toothpaste was easy compared to his past. But it hasn’t made a difference. (ancient lovro majer and luka ivanusec + witch!Livi fic i was writing for zuzu and the deathpond but still haven't finished)

beard:

Their foreheads bump together and Sergio kisses her, or maybe she kisses Sergio. Either way, they kiss out of a shared feeling of something. Her thumbs run over his beard.

“You feel a little like him,” she whispers. “But you have much nicer muscles. You wouldn’t catch him in our weight room if you paid him, you know?” She runs her hands along his side and gropes his firm waist a little. “The laziest footballer I ever met.” (revenge pegging!)

“Thanks,” Frank says. “So are you, Jamie.” His beard is always trimmed to a perfect length and his hair looks nice and thick—Frank worries his is thinning. (10022, this went by yesterday already haha)

and there we go!

#anonymous #answered #thank you hahaha

1 note · View note

le-souriant · 1 year

Text

#MusicMonday Review - February 2023

#MusicMonday is the hashtag I've been using for quite a while to share music recommendations from up-and-coming artists. Always fresh, and always different, trying to look for trends before they become one. You can check January's review for more music.

Thank you for flying Indie Airlines. Sit back, relax, and let us take you around the world for a glimpse of what the genre's current state is, with a word from the artists themselves. 🎧

The Optimists – Days Gone By

These are the nights to remember At the end of September Running down to the end of the street Falling over myself tripping over my feet And I walk alone To get back home And the days gone by We'll be forgotten by the end of the night

Our monthly trip begins in the Isle of Wight, England with an Indie Rock song perfect to listen at the break of daylight, after partying all night, as band member Matt explains:

"The track lyrically came to be when we were all experiencing nights out where everything would kick off, fights, drama, and this was happening in late September of 2021. Very quickly Bolton started playing this groove which was the intro, and Jacob very quickly came up with the drums and Aaron with his guitar riffs.

It all came together quite quickly, the only part that took some time was the vocal melodies as we went through quite a few ideas for them."

Shalom – DTAP

you got me dreaming and i can’t control the pace ‘cause i want you with me different time, any place

and i’m not trying to be affected in this way but i want you with me different time, any place

Don't you love the magic that happens when you dream of someone, and you don’t really care the where or when as long as the who is right? Brooklyn-based, South Africa-raised Shalom likes to talk tough, and play it cool too:

"Actually at the first show I ever played my now guitarist played her song ‘wild beast’ and it has the ‘you got me dreaming” lyric. It’s a song about wanting someone and so is dtap — all credits to my girl lizzie [Honey Girl]".

Colour TV – Wherever You Need

Sour grapes last As long as they last

A tourist in your hometown, style ripped from spirit The book of your life would have graffiti in it Wherever you need...

Back in the UK, let's go now to Cornwall for more Indie infatuation, roughly rollerskating in the dust as dusk descends on a love in which to trust:

"It’s more a fiction than firsthand, I was inspired by a play called The History Boys… the idea is that it’s about a boarding school where the student is having a relationship with the teacher (which hasn’t happened to me 😁).

But I didn’t want to make that the only interpretation you could make, that’s just one story you could take from it."

The Rockefeller Frequency – Karma Town

I just come to work for coffee and girls. Please don't question me. I spend all day, my head in the clouds. You don't have to scream it Steve. I need you to be nicer to me. Please don't steal my lunch. I'm not equipped for tragedy, at the best of times.

Coming up next, from Brisbane, Australia, an Indie track about this person that comes around, and goes around causing drama. Just remember, if you struggle with anything, just blame Steve:

"So basically it's about Steve Jobs. 😁 Not much more to say really but by many accounts he wasn't a particularly nice person so I guess this tune has taken that element on board for its main theme."

Gatto Black – Keeper

And I would’ve been your keeper But I guess that’s over now And I would’ve built your confidence But I’m 6 feet underground And I’ll have died for nothing If you don’t learn to love yourself

From Buffalo, NY, we end this month's songs with a Post-Hardcore track that teaches us to be keepers of the love we find, patient and kind:

"When I was very young I lost my mom quite suddenly. Even though I never really knew her, losing her has had an indelible impact on my life and the lives of my closest family members. In a lot of ways this song is me saying to myself the things I wish I could have heard her say to me.

If you’ve ever lost a parent, Keeper is for you. It’s my way of saying that they’re proud of you, and they know that you’re doing the best you can."

Listen to them and much more on the Playlist

@osornios

#music #MusicMonday #review #february #2023

0 notes

dammitadolfnomorecake · 2 years

Text

You and me made 3. Prt 16

*** You and me made 3. Prt 16

Premise: Lance accidentally winds up pregnant and begins to reevaluate his relationship with his long term boyfriend

Scene: Lance works splitting his time between teaching on Altea and back on Earth his family. Keith works on both diplomatic and sneaky sneaky missions for Diabazaal and the Blades of Mamora. Things used to be good, but Keith’s been pulling away for months and Lance does the dumb panic. Set 5 years after season ewght. Supportive Shiro because I’ve been writing too much negative Shiro… and Curtis is a big arse nerd boy. Soooo much dialogue.

If it hadn’t been for the hiccup with Veronica, Lance would have said things had gone smoothly. Keith had come to check on him, the scent of the beer turning Lance’s stomach as he reassured his boyfriend he was used to Veronica’s shit. Determined that Hunk and Shay should have the best party ever, he’d kept peopling all afternoon, making the most of seeing his favourite people in the galaxy.

Falling face first into bed, Lance was thoroughly peopled out. Pidge had talked circles around him, excited about her new tech projects and new equipment designs for the latest range of Earth Pods. He’d nearly cried over how proud he was of her. Then Shay had very shyly sat next to him, Lance gushing to her about how happy he was for her which somehow led to them comparing Balmeran and Earth pregnancy as Pidge turned all shades of green.

It’d been a good party. Lance unashamed to admit he’d loved watching Keith talk with everyone. He knew both he and Keith were more isolated thanks to neither of them working with or for the Galaxy Garrison as much as everyone else. He couldn’t help but feel like a proud mother who’s emo son had finally come out of his shell. When he’d started falling asleep on Shiro, Shiro had gently nudged him awake to send him to bed. It was a long day without a nap… and despite having to lie to everyone, it really had been nicer to catch up with everyone than his anxieties had him believing.

“Babe, at least take your shoes off first”

Grunting at Keith, his feet were too far away

“I’m comfy”

“You’re half off the bed”

“My original statement still stands”

Snorting at him, Lance soon felt Keith tugging his shoes off

“You’re hopeless”

“Mhmm. Did you have fun?”

“Me? Yeah, didn’t it look like it?”

“No. It did. It was nice to watch you. I’m sorry you had to lie today”

“It’s fine. I don’t know why everyone keeps asking me if you’re okay”

Lance groaned again. Keith knew why. They all knew why. Annoyingly they’d all started seeing through his facade and now they didn’t trust him

“Because I’m the nutcase”

“That was years ago and with good reason”

One simple sentence and Keith had Lance’s heart filling with love

“Thank you. I know you say it likes it obvious, but thank you”

“That’s because it is obvious. Did Veronica come find you again?”

“Yes and no. She came and sat with us after Hunk took Shay to talk to Matt about rebel food ingredients and something along the lines of help from the Garrison. Pidge had talked my brain into a fog by then”

Having let Lance’s shoes drop, Keith climbed up to lay on his stomach beside him. His boyfriend lying his arm over Lance’s back as he kissed his hair

“You two did seem pretty into it”

“I nearly started crying. I’m so proud of our gremlin”

“Mmm, she does rule the technology development division at the Garrison”

“I know. It’s dumb but whenever she starts talking about upgrades, I feel sick to my stomach for a moment, then I remember we’re all trying our best”

“What upsets you so much about it?”

“The idea it’ll fall in the wrong hands. It’s so dumb, but I get worried for a moment we’re suddenly going to war again. Anyway, I’m exhausted”

Keith kissed his hair half a dozen times before cuddling into him

“Then we should get you to bed”

“Nooo, I want the low down from you”

“There’s not much to report. It was just our friends”

“Maybe it’s because of all the baby talk, but I really do feel proud. You’re so amazing”

“Babe, they’re our friends”

“Yeah, but like, seeing you smile and talking to everyone, it makes me feel all warm inside. You don’t even realise how amazing you are”

“You’re the amazing one”

“Not even. I’m proud you’re my boyfriend. I know I stress you out a lot and I also know it’s your support that really helped me become okay with the past. I’m sorry about that night. I wish I could just erase it, but then we might not be an us and I’m too selfish to ever let you go”

Keith sighed, Lance then finding himself rolled into Keith’s hold. His boyfriend pressing kisses to Lance’s neck and shoulder until he couldn’t breathe from laughing

“Mercy!”

“I don’t think so. You don’t seem to appreciate my kisses”

Shoving Keith’s face away, Lance couldn’t escape even if he’d wanted to

“I do… but now I have to pee and it’s your fault”

“Or we could cuddle”

Lance flopped his head back, lying completely on top Keith like a turtle on its back. He could feel he was being nudged from beneath as he sighed heavily before turning his face towards his idiot boyfriend

“How much did you have to drink?”

“A couple. Why?”

“Because drunk Keith gets handsy when he’s drunk. And right now, my radar is telling me you want the sexy sex”

“A little, but we’re waiting. Unless you want to fuck me. You’re very good at the sexy sex”

“Thanks, my boyfriend taught me everything I know. I’m sorry there’s no sexy sex until after we know the twins are okay”

When Keith didn’t reply, Lance twisted himself to see Keith’s face properly. His boyfriend was smiling almost to a creepy degree

“Uh, Keith, babe? You’re scaring me”

“We’re having a baby. Two babies. We made babies”

“That’s what happens sometimes when you do the do”

“But you’re amazing. Like, there are literally two people inside of you and space for a third”

Keith was drunker than Lance thought, Lance catching his boyfriend’s hands as they started wandering towards the waist of his jeans

“Two is more than enough. I’ve already got my hands full with you and Kosmo, two more is going to leave me exhausted”

“Nah. You can do this. I know you can. You’ve always been good at that”

Dodging Keith’s praise, Lance tried to joke

“Good at getting pregnant unexpectedly?”

“Noooo, knowing what to do right. You’re really good”

“I’m not so sure about that. I hurt you more than once”

“But I’m tough. It’s all worth it if it’s for you”

“No it’s not. There’s no good reason for hurting you. If you’re hurting, I want to know about it. If I’m in the wrong, I want to apologise”

“You’re not hurting me, but you have a bony arse”

“You love my arse”

Keith let out a sad sigh, before mumbling

“I miss your arse. You get so into it then I try to last longer… I wish I lasted longer”

“You last longer than I do as it is”

Keith liked to make him cum so he was relaxed before the main show, the stimulation felt kind of different when he’d come for Keith before being dicked and saving it for when he was… his boyfriend was as selfless as a lover as he was about throwing himself at any dangerous target to protect people.

Keith’s filter to his brain was off. Lance loved it when they were drunk together, not so much when Keith was the only one drunk and Lance had to be the responsible one. Still smiling at him, Keith had zero shame

“But you feel really good inside”

His boyfriend was killing him here. Parts of his anatomy were waking up that he really didn’t need waking up. Nor did he need the heat he felt in cheeks at Keith’s praise

“I’m going to take the compliment, but flattery won’t get you anywhere tonight, mullet. You’re the drunk drunk, you need to do the going to beddy bed and the sleepy sleep”

“I’m still sober enough to know I want you forever”

“Right, I’ll remind sober Keith in the morning. Now, be a good boy and get ready for bed. I need the bathroom”

“You’ll came back right?”

The way Keith asked scored a critical hit on Lance’s heart

“Babe, I promise I’ll be right back. I’m only going to go to the bathroom and come back”

“Okay… you won’t take too long?”

“No, babe. I’m just going to pee”

“Okay… I‘ll miss you”

“I’ll miss you, too. Now get ready for bed for me. Then it’s sleepy time, okay?”

“Okay”

God, Keith was too cute. Lance careful as he extracted himself from Keith’s hold, only for Keith to roll onto his side and let out a sad groan. He was better and he knew it. He was a better man because of Keith, so for his idiot boyfriend, he was going to make their future better for the pair of them… just maybe not that night when he has suck a cute boyfriend who needed his cuddles.

Curled up into Curtis, Lance sipped his tea. Shiro was sleeping off his hangover, while Lance had diagnosed Keith’s late morning sleep in as his body recovering from all the stress of the party. In his lap sat his comms, open a page about the schooling options on Diabazaal.

“Curtis, do you think Krolia would get me a job on Diabazaal?”

“I think she would if you asked. Does this mean you’re transferring there?”

No. It meant Keith was too caring and too sweet to be objective

“I’m thinking of how we can spend more time together and what would be best for both me and the babies”

“Then wouldn’t Altea be better?”

“Maybe. Diabazaal and Altea have been pretty good about sharing tech and helping each other so I guess that’s taken care of”

“You could remote teach? Or take on teaching there”

“I miss my kids as it is. I’m not sure I’m cut out for remote teaching. I know Coran pulled strings to get me the job, and I don’t want to leave him high and dry”

Lance really did miss his class. He missed the day to day questions. He also missed his routine and knowing what was coming each day. Placing down his empty coffee cup, Curtis rested his hand on Lance’s head

“I think Coran would want you to be happy and well, no matter where you are”

“He would… I… I like being on Altea where I know he’s not alone. I know he has the whole planet and Romelle, but at the same time, if I left it’d be closing that final door. His own family initially escaped Altea, they weren’t there when it was reborn. He didn’t get them back…”

“Just because you’re not there, doesn’t mean you’re not thinking of each other”

“Mmm… everyone else has gone their own seperate ways. Don’t get me wrong, I’m proud of us ex-paladins and what everyone’s accomplished, but we can’t stop time or stop the gaps between our relationships that form with time and distance. I don’t just want to settle on Earth because we have to. No offence”

“I’m well aware you made a list of pro’s and con’s about all three planets”

Lance sighed. He’d follow Keith until the ends of the universe but that wouldn’t make them both happy. Their rivalry had turned to equals

“I feel like if we wait until we know what’s going on with the pregnancy, it’s some kind of excuse”

“It’s not. The pregnancy may not be viable or their may be complications, and you may need care throughout the rest of it. You said you wanted to put yourself and the twins first, so waiting until you know more isn’t an excuse”

“Ugh. I wish I could pack you and Shiro up and bring you both to Altea. I showed up so suddenly, yet you and Shiro have both been nothing short of everything I needed”

“Other than Keith”

“Well, yeah. But you guys have been there so much for me… I can’t tell you how grateful I am. You know, I know you and Shiro work hard at your relationship and have your ups and downs, but… but I really hope one day Keith and I have something close to what you guys have. I’m so happy you two found each other again. Keith told me what it was like with Adam, and it’s not my place to say anything, but I love how much you and Shiro love each other”

Curtis dropped his hand to Lance’s shoulder before giving him a headlock kind of a hug

“You’re right about working hard, but when I’m with him, it’s worth it”

“I feel the same way about Keith. I haven’t told him, but if the pregnancy is viable, you and Shiro will be the god parents. Hunk might be my best friend, but no one knows Keith like Shiro. He’s so scared he’ll leave us behind… I’m scared too… but I know you and Shiro would be the perfect fit. I know if he did pass that you could them the truth about him”

“That’s not going to happen”

“The god parents part? Too late, I drafted my wishes up already”

“No, you and Keith dying on us kid. And do I want to know when you had time to do that? I take my eyes off you for a minute and you’re off planning your life”

Curtis was such a dag as he threw a fake sniffle in. Some days he felt like Curtis and Shiro lived for their “parenting” moments

“You do know I’ve actually literally died before. I think if everyone knew what it felt like then no one would be in a rush to death”

“Whelp, you and Shiro are both alive now. He may be half dead when he climbs out of bed, but I’ll kick his arse across the universe if he gets other ideas”

Lance snorted out a laugh. Curtis had said it with such conviction that Lance half wanted to see it happen

“Our boyfriend’s are kind of special. Can I cook dinner tonight?”

“You want to cook when we have a mountain of leftovers?”

“I think I do, but we’ll need to go to town”

“And now you want to go to town? Can’t we sit here and enjoy the peace and quiet?”

“You’re such an old man”

“I am not. Fine, go get your things. I’ll have to find where Shiro left the keys. We have a key hook, but nooo. Wait, Kosmo isn’t going to want to come is he? I don’t think he’ll fit”

“He’ll stay with Keith if I ask him to”

“At least he listens to you”

“Now you’re grumbling like Keith. He’s just a best boy sharing his love around”

“If he could love me less, that’d be great”

“Never. And don’t go insulting my best boy”

“I wouldn’t have to if he wasn’t so huge”

“He’s still tiny in his mind. I’ll help you find the keys”

Going to town felt refreshing. The weather cool enough for Lance to be layered up without question. The scent of the salt air seemed to fill his lungs and allow him to breathe easier than he had in days. Knowing he’d be headed to Cuba in a few days, he’d over spent on supplies, grateful Curtis didn’t ask questions that his anxieties over home would rather he avoid. His family was no longer as poor as it had been, but going home empty handed didn’t sit well with him. In three words, “it felt nice”. Nice to be just normal amongst the townspeople who already regarded Shiro and Curtis just the same as everyone else. With his marks, it felt easier to be normal on Altea. Not that he still regarded them with disgust or as a sign of his failure to Allura, but simply because there were “more people like him” there.

Sneaking an in an ice cream treat, the warmth of the sun against his face as he and Curtis watched the waves crashing below felt heavenly. Nothing hit home like basking in the sun on Earth. Altea simply wasn’t the same. But to settle on Earth would mean taking Keith away from all his new friends and his mother. Lance wasn’t sure Earth was the best fit for them as it was. He’d spent as much time as he could learning about Galra culture, and the changes since Kolivan and Krolia came into power. He didn’t want the twins not knowing where their blood came from and when he looked at things like that, Diabazaal was the best choice for them.

Curtis let him drive home, Lance accidentally grinding the gears as it’d been so long since he’d driven an actual car. Getting back to his temporary home, Keith and Shiro were waiting outside as he’d expected. Curtis had to wake Shiro up to ask about the keys, Lance asking best boy Kosmo to find them in the end. The moment the car had stopped Keith was off the front porch and striding over to him, waiting until Lance had climbed out the car before lifting him off his feet in a tight hug

“Where were you? You and Curtis were both gone and you left your comms here…”

“Relax, I’m fine. We did a supply run to pick up something’s for dinner tonight and Cuba”

Setting him down, Lance sighed internally. He’d expected Shiro to tell Keith, his boyfriend scolding him as he went about straightening the collar of Lance’s jacket,

“You should have woken me, I would have come with you. Are you okay? Are they okay? You didn’t push yourself too hard, did you!?”

“I’m fine. We’re fine. I was with Curtis and that was fine”

“How was I supposed to know that?”

“Probably because Curtis woke Shiro up looking for the keys? Stop fussing, I had a good time”

Keith frowned at him as Lance bit down another sigh. What was the big deal about him spending time with Curtis when Shiro and Keith went running together every morning and he never complained

“You still should have woken me”

“Next time I will. You can help us unload. I’m making dinner tonight”

“I can make dinner, you need to rest”

Widening his eyes, Keith seemed to catch what he’d said after he’d said it. Lance shaking his head

“What we need to do is make Shiro allow you less coffee. I feel like cooking so I’m going to. I’ve already bought everything and I’m seriously in the mood for some home comfort food”

“Are you having cravings? Are you sure I can’t…”

He’d been craving strawberry ice cream the moment he’d set eyes on the ice creamery. Had Curtis not suggested it, he would have dragged him along for ice cream anyway. What he wanted was to make a nice dinner and remind himself what the flavours were like before he’d be forced to make substitutions off world. As trendy as the Earth store was on Altea, they didn’t carry everything he could want or need, nor did he really have the need to make large meals when he was cooking for himself

“Keith, it’s dinner, no a triathlon. I’m making garlic knots and lamb stew. It’s not exactly hard, but if you want to call it me satisfying a craving, then yes”

“Then you should let me help”

“Will it get you to settle down? How many coffees have you had?”

Keith’s frown deepened into him pouting as he found his feet interesting, his boyfriend reduced to mumbles

“Two…”

“And are those normal people coffees or Shiro sized?”

“Shiro only has big mugs”

“So you’ve had nearly 4 cups. That’s too much, babe. I know you miss Earth coffee so I grabbed some of that canned stuff you love for Diabazaal. Now can we please stop being stared at by Shiro and Curtis? I really was, and am, perfectly okay”

“Okay… but don’t go off like that again. I don’t like not knowing where you are”

Lance bit down pointing out the numerous times in their relationship where he’d had no clue where Keith was. Giving Keith a quick kiss, Lance supposed he had to be the adult again

“Understood, mullet”

As it turned out, for a man who’d been so worried about him, once the shopping was inside for him to sort, Lance lost Keith to him comms. It seemed when they’d brought the last bag in, it meant releasing Keith of his “helping duty”. His boyfriend grabbing his comms off the kitchen table and throwing himself down on the sofa. Knowing it’d been such a sore point, both Shiro and Curtis boxed Lance in as he hefted the first bag of groceries over to sort. Shiro starting first

“Do you want me to get Keith to help? You and Curtis did do all the shopping…”

Curtis pulled a bag of groceries his own way

“Sorry to disappoint, babe. But this was mostly Lance. Do you want me to ask instead of Shiro?”

Lance sighed at the pair of them. He wasn’t exactly in the mood for parenting from both of them

“Guys, it’s fine. I mean, I did kind of think he would, but it’s not like I can’t handle this myself”

Not wanting to be left out, Shiro grabbed his own bag to start emptying

“He was pretty worried when he woke up and saw you weren’t here. I think you’ve got enough food here to feed an army”

“Not really. Some of its for Altea, some of its for Keith, some of its for home, then there’s the things for dinner tonight…”

“I thought the farm was doing well. If you guys are…”

Lance sighed again. He understood what Shiro was getting at, but he didn’t need him worrying

“The farm’s better than ever. This is just me clinging onto times when things were rough. Plus, Mami has her hands full and she’s never been one to really indulge herself… and maybe some of its because I’m well… you know, and I’ll be lying to her when I’m there”

“You could tell her…”

Lance shook his head

“No. Not until we’ve seen Coran. I’m not even going to tell him”

“What do you mean you’re not? Lance…”

Having been put on edge by the anxiety of making Keith worry so much, Lance knew he wasn’t using his words right, he also knew both Shiro and Curtis got the wrong idea, so explained

“What I mean is, when we see Coran I’m going to tell him I’ve been sick. Then let the tests confirm things so it’s not a biased outcome. I know he’d be surprised and take it in his stride, but I don’t want him automatically making assumptions over things and then getting upset if it’s all not what it seems”

“Have you thought about what you’ll do if it’s not?”

“Keith and I are still working things out and I know he’ll be gutted if it isn’t, but I’ll have him there with me for support. I won’t know what time we’ll be able to get an appointment, so it could be a day or two before we can let you both know”

Curtis nodded, Lance taking the bag of flour out of his hands as he needed it for his garlic knots

“We kind of figured as much. We did discuss going to Altea with you”

Shiro groaned at his husband

“I thought we weren’t bringing that up”

“We weren’t, but Lance has been honest with us”

Placing the flour down, Lance awkwardly wrapped his arms around the pair of them

“You two have been the coolest ever about all of this. I know I’ve worried both of you and stressed you both out, but we need to take this next step alone. I need Keith to be open with me, and I need to lean on him more, which I can’t do if I have the option of running away to you two again”

Both older males squashed him as he found himself sandwiched in a three way hug

“You can show up anytime you need”

“Or anytime you want”

“Yep. Curtis is right. You’re our family kiddo”

“That’s right. And if you do need to talk, we’ll always listen. Shiro, our kids are growing up too fast”

“Tell me about it. I still remember the day…”

With the pair of them getting mushy, Lance pushed them off

“That’s enough. Now go worry somewhere else. I need to sort things here and I can’t do that when you’re putting things away”

Shiro pouted as Curtis laughed

“It’s okay, babe. I think he’s telling us politely that your kitchen skills aren’t needed”

“My kitchen skills? They’re awesome”

“You try your hardest and that’s the main thing”

Snorting at the pair of them, Lance really would miss them. He’d miss travelling too, but Keith had made it pretty clear he didn’t want Lance continuing if their next stop wasn’t Altea

“Okay, okay, you’re doing it again. I’ve got things handled here. Let me do my thing and I’ll call if I need help. Now shoo. I don’t want to see either of you back in this kitchen and no more coffee for the pair of you either. Keith’s had more than enough and you’ll only lead him astray”

“Look at him…”

When Shiro started to tease him, Lance stepped on his toes lightly, Shiro changing where he was going immediately

“… he’s definitely got it handled. We should get out of his way”

Lifting his foot off Shiro’s, Lance laughed

“That’s better. Now take your husband with you. Relax and dinner will be ready in a few hours”

Flipping him a sloppy mock salute, Shiro rounded him to take Curtis by the arm

“Yes, sir. Come on, babe. Let’s see what’s on TV”

Finally free of the pair, Lance cast a glance to Keith who was chewing on his bottom lip as his thumbs moved across his comms keypad, hoping this wasn’t the start of Keith’s social life getting in the way of things again.

#you and me made three #you and me made 3

1 note · View note