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I Was In Love

~I Was In Love by Born Without Bones~

Author's Note: I think this may actually be my favorite song and one shot I've done so far :) oh also italics as always are flashbacks Summary: Luke and Y/N have a complicated history: Quinn is stuck in the middle of it Warnings: implied smut, swearing, some other things I probably should add but I'm not sure Word Count: 5,485 Luke Hughes x fm!reader

He was only supposed to walk her back to her dorm building, but then it started raining. There was no way she was going to let him walk back to his dorm building with the pouring rain. So he stepped inside, it was innocent until it wasn’t.

She wasn’t sure how it happened but his lips were sucking the skin right above her collarbone as his hands were massaging her breast through the lace of her bra. She panted hard as she pulled her fingers through the thickness of his curls.

He lifted his head and looked down towards her, a smile on his lips as he kissed her urgently. “Is this okay?” he asked as he looked deeply into her eyes.

“Very,” she muttered before she sealed her lips over his once more. She tugged at the hem of his black button up. He stood up as he began unbuttoning it, a wide toothy grin on his lips as he looked over her gorgeous frame. She bit her lip excitedly as he leaned towards her again, the shirt completely unbuttoned, his muscles in full view. He kissed her lips briefly before he flung the shirt away from his body.

Her hands wrapped around the base of his neck, running her fingers through his curls as he kept one hand beside her head as he was holding himself up and his other hand was gripping her hip. He slowly pulled his lips from hers, meeting her gaze for a brief second as he began to trail wet kisses from her jawline and lower and lower on her body. He wanted to taste every part of her and she wanted to feel his tongue on every single part of her body.

The rest of the night went by in a blurr. She never thought that her longest friend, her best friend, would be in her bed doing things she could only allow her mind to go. But he did and it was the best sex she ever had.

She woke up to see him already awake and staring towards the ceiling. She smiled softly as she looked towards him, but the frown on his lips slipped the smile off of hers instantly.

“Are you okay?” she asked as she rubbed her hand across her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled as he stood up searching the room for his shirt and pants that he came into her room wearing. His boxers the only thing covering his frame, “We were drunk, we shouldn’t have done that, I’m sorry,”

“Well yeah but what if we could be-”

He pulled his jeans up his frame, quickly buttoning them as he avoided her gaze. “You’re the last person I wanted to have a drunken hookup with, I’m sorry.” he said while shaking his head. He picked his shirt up from the floor as he covered his frame, “Can we talk about this later? I’m running late for practice,” he offered as he quickly slipped on his shoes and left the dorm room.

She sat up straight, feeling her eyes well up in tears. It was as if her heart completely shattered at that moment. All she has ever wanted was to be something more with Luke. She was madly in love with him and maybe that was her turning point, last night. She thought maybe that meant he was in love with her too.

That was five months ago. They never spoke about it again, rarely saw each other again. Luke had moved to New Jersey to pursue his dream of playing in the NHL. They only briefly saw each other during passing at school before he left. She avoided him the entire time and it felt like he was avoiding her too.

Except today was the first day that she was going to see him again. A few years ago, the older Hughes brother’s bought the lakehouse that was directly next to their longest family friends growing up. Y/N and her family. She was driving her own car towards her lakehouse, like she’s done since she was sixteen. Except the entire time she was filled with dread as her boyfriend, Kyle, was sitting in the passenger seat beside her.

They had only been together for three months but her parents agreed to let him join and she was excited to spend the time with Kyle but also hating the idea that she would have to see Luke and Kyle in the same room.

She nervously tapped her fingers against the steering wheel as they pulled into her spot in the garage as it was big enough to hold two spots.

“So these guys that own the place next door, are we going to be seeing them a lot?” Kyle asked as he unbuckled his seatbelt. Y/N widened her eyes slightly as she forced a smile.

“They should be inside right now actually,” Y/N mumbled as she reluctantly unbuckled her seatbelt. She didn’t want to see Luke again, except every part of her body felt weak knowing he was only a few doors away.

“Good, I mean it’s good to meet them now,” he muttered as he pushed the passenger door open and climbed out of the car. She followed in pursuit. He waited for her at the door to enter her house with a kind smile. She returned it as she wrapped her arms around his chest giving him a quick hug.

“I’m excited to spend the next few weeks with you,” she mumbled against her chest. He kissed the side of her head before he pulled away. They stepped inside the house, “Can you actually put our suitcases and stuff in my room, right over there?” she asked, suddenly wanting to see the brothers by herself first.

Kyle nodded excitedly before he stepped out of the door towards the car again. Y/N took a deep breath as she walked through the hallway leading towards her kitchen.

The three boys were hanging out around the kitchen island. Quinn was sitting on a barstool chair holding a seltzer against his lips. Jack was sitting on the countertop staring at his phone. Luke was leaning against the countertop as he was snacking on some of the chips her mother probably set up for them.

“You guys do realize your house is next door right?” she said as she walked towards the kitchen.

Quinn turned around and smiled widely when he saw her walking towards the three of them. Jack hopped off of the counter as he chuckled. Luke turned his gaze towards her and looked as if he saw a ghost. He stayed frozen as he watched her walk towards them.

“Your mom buys the best snacks,” Quinn said excitedly as he engulfed her in a tight hug. “How’ve you been?” he asked as he rested his hand onto her upper arm, surveying her features. Jack jogged towards her hugging her tightly, she laughed as she rocked back and forth with him.

“I’ve been doing good, how are you guys?” she said as Jack pulled away. She glanced towards Luke, who hasn’t taken his eyes off of her since she stepped inside the house.

“Off season started a bit early but otherwise we’re great, ready for some sun,” Quinn muttered as he pulled Y/N to his side again, Quinn looked towards Luke for a few seconds, “Lukey, are you going to say hi?” Quinn offered tilting his head to the side.

Luke shook his head slightly as he stood up from his leaning position and he took a deep breath as he began walking towards her and Quinn slowly.

“Well, actually I should go check on Kyle. Make sure he didn’t get lost,” she slipped from Quinn’s grasp as she started walking away from them.

“Kyle?” Luke let out. Y/N spun around to meet Luke’s gaze. She widened her eyes as she nodded.

“My boyfriend? Did my mom not tell you guys he was joining us for a few weeks out here?” she offered.

“Y/N?” Kyle called out from the back hallway. She forced a smile as she searched down the hall for him.

“Hey baby,” she said as she stepped into her bedroom, her voice echoing into the kitchen.

“Kyle?” Jack let out barely above a whisper, his face scrunched up in disgust. “Did you know she had a boyfriend?” Jack pointed his question to Luke. Luke crossed his arms over his chest as he shook his head. Jack stared towards him furrowing his eyebrows harshly, “Why are you acting weird?”

“I’m not,” he mumbled before he started shoving more chips in his mouth. Quinn and Jack shared a look before they decided to drop it.

Y/N and Kyle walked from the hallway together side by side. Hearing his heavy footsteps, Luke kept his gaze on the sour cream and onion chips in front of him as he continued to snack. Y/N nervously wrapped her arm around Kyle as she walked towards the kitchen.

“Kyle, these are the boys,” she muttered motioning towards them, “That’s Quinn, Jack, and that’s L-Luke,” she pointed out each of the guys individually. Quinn and Jack walked towards the pair, each of them forcing a smile.

“Nice to meet you,” Quinn offered his hand and Kyle gladly took it. Kyle offered his hand towards Jack and he reluctantly took the handshake.

Luke leaned upward from his leaning position as he slowly walked towards the small group. Y/N looked towards him, their eyes meeting for the first time in months. Her breath caught in her throat as she forced her gaze to meet Kyle.

Kyle offers his hand to Luke and Luke shakes his hand with a polite smile. “You go to UMich?” Luke asked as he rested his hands on his hips.

Kyle nodded, “Yeah, I’m on the wrestling team,” he smiled as he spoke.

“That’s sick,” Quinn offered as he crossed his arms over his chest.

The small group continued to talk to one another beside Luke. He kept watching Y/N, his longest friend, his best friend. The woman he loved, in a relationship with someone else. The last time they hung out crossed his mind, like it did a thousand times a day.

He freaked out. He freaked out when he woke up with her back pressed against his chest and their legs entangled together. His heart swelled with so much happiness as he looked at her sleeping beside him that morning, except every other part of his body resorted to panic.

His eyes meet Y/N’s gaze, scanning her features for any sign that she thinks about that night too. She clenched her jaw before she turned her gaze back to Quinn. Luke pulled his lips between his teeth as he dropped his gaze to the floor.

“I’m going to go unpack my stuff,” Luke let out as his gaze met each person in the small room. Quinn pulled his head back as he let out a breathy chuckle.

“You never unpack when we come here,” Quinn offered.

“Feel like using my dresser for once,” he said with a simple shrug before glancing towards Y/N one more time before he started walking out of the kitchen.

“We should probably unpack too,” Kyle said as he rested his hand on her hip as he held her possessively to his side. Y/N nodded as the pair walked back towards her room, she spun her gaze around towards the back door that Luke walked out of.

Quinn and Jack looked towards each other awkwardly as they both started walking out of the back door. “They’re acting weird, right?” Jack asked.

“Very,” Quinn shot back as they walked out of the house back towards their own.

After another twenty minutes Quinn and Jack both barged into Luke’s room to see him actually unpacking his clothes and putting them into his dresser and closet. He had soft country music playing as he was pacing around the room putting things in random spots.

“Are you okay?” Jack asked as he watched his younger brother. Luke only hummed as a reply as he added his hoodies to a coat hanger. “Are you sure? You and Y/N never shut up when you two are together.” Jack observed.

“We haven’t really talked these past few months,” he said as he walked towards his closet with the six hoodies he brought with him.

“You guys used to never go a day without at least calling each other,” Quinn mumbled.

Luke shrugged, “Things change,” he said keeping his gaze low and away from his brothers bombarding him with questions.

“What things?” Jack muttered. Luke shrugged his shoulders again.

Quinn furrowed his eyebrows harshly, “What, you guys hook up or something?” he asked teasingly, chuckling nervously.

Luke froze, his entire body stuck as he slowly met Quinn’s gaze for a few seconds before he shook his head. “No,” he let out barely above a whisper. He dropped his gaze again as his cheeks turned bright red.

Jack’s eyes widened as his mouth dropped open as he shoved Quinn to the side. “When?!” Jack asked as he jumped up excitedly.

“I said we didn’t,” Luke said as he nervously ran his hand across his chin.

Quinn smiled widely, “Yeah but you're a horrible liar, Lukey. What happened? Was it bad or something?”

It was the opposite. It was probably the best sex he’s ever had. It made him realize how much love he actually had for her as they didn’t just hook up. It felt like the start of something, a new chapter. A chapter where they were madly in love with one another.

“What? No,” he defended as he rolled his eyes.

“Then what happened?” Jack pressed.

Luke sighed as he shook his head, “I don’t know, I asked if we could talk about it later and we never did,” he took another deep breath.

“When did you guys-?” Quinn trailed off.

Luke threw his hands to the side, not wanting to talk about it any longer, “February, her sorority had some Valentine’s Day event we went to together. I walked her back to her dorm and we hooked up. Are you guys done asking questions?”

“No, dude, why didn’t you guys talk again?”

Luke clenched his jaw as he shook his head. His brothers were right, he was an awful liar. “I freaked out, okay?” he took a deep breath, “She’s my best friend and instead of telling her how I felt, I had sex with her while we were drunk. That’s a dickhead move. I just didn’t know what to say,”

“What’d you freak out about?” Jack asked.

“Everything was going to be different with her,” he let out while shaking his head, “I didn’t want to lose her, if I fucked things up and I fucked things up anyway. Can we please stop talking about it? I don’t want to be thinking about it while we all on the boat later,”

~~~

It was nine at night and the sun was already down but they were still hanging out on the boat. The music was loud to the point where you could only hear the person next to each other talk. Her parents were sitting and talking with Quinn and Jack as Ellen and Jim were talking with Luke. Y/N and Kyle were in their own world.

Except every time Luke spoke, Y/N felt her heart flutter. She missed him, she missed him so much that it was physically painful. Her chest would ache hard at the idea of not talking with him.

Y/N kept her gaze on Luke, discreetly. “You okay?” Kyle whispered into her ear, pulling her gaze towards him. She nodded as she leaned towards him, kissing him briefly.

Luke was tuning out whatever his mom and dad were talking about as he saw Y/N kissing Kyle. He felt as though his heart shattered. He clenched his jaw as he dropped his gaze towards his lap. Quinn glanced towards Y/N briefly before he looked towards his youngest brother. He clenched his jaw as he shook his head.

“You know,” her mother leaned towards Quinn, “I always thought Y/N and Luke would’ve ended up together.” Quinn's eyes widened as he looked towards her, “It just seems like they are growing apart. Breaks my heart,” she said as she tilted her head to the side.

“You don’t like Kyle?” Quinn asked, and she shrugged.

“He’s a sweet boy. He’s just not our Luke,”

“I think we all thought they were going to end up together,” Quinn whispered towards her and she nodded.

~~~

The next day, Y/N and Kyle stayed in bed for a few extra hours just basking in each other's company. “You know, I thought you and Luke were the closest? I mean being the same age at least,”

She was thrown off by the sudden subject change as her face scrunched up slightly. She cleared her throat as she nodded, “We were,” she started as she saw Kyle take in a sharp breath. “He was my best friend, but we had a falling out a few months ago,” she mumbled.

Memories of the night in question flashed in her mind. His lips against her own as they were breathing heavily and grinding against each other's bodies. She recalled feeling her body fill with butterflies as he kissed her in the most dream-like way.

“What happened?” he asked. She looked into his dark brown eyes as she tried to figure out if she should tell the truth. Kyle nodded slightly as he took in a deep breath, “Let me guess,” he mumbled, “You guys had sex?”

She clenched her jaw as she nodded slightly. “How’d you know?” she muttered as she met his gaze.

“I don’t know, it’s the way he looks at you; like he’s seen you naked or something,” he mumbled, a dry chuckle leaving his throat. She smiled softly as she rolled her eyes playfully.

“It just made things awkward between us, we haven’t spoken since it happened,” she let out. He remained silent as he processed, “Are you mad that I didn’t tell you?” she asked.

“No, I mean as long as it was just sex. Like you didn’t have feelings for him, right?” he asked.

“Yeah, no-no feelings,” she mumbled.

~~~

She sat on the bathroom counter, his legs between her own. She adjusted the red heart around his neck that had her name written in cursive across it. “I never thought you would join a sorority,” he let out as he rested one of his hands on her thigh. She smiled as a chuckle fell from her lips.

“It looks good on a resume,” she mumbled as she took a hold of a spray bottle and started spraying it onto his curls. His face scrunched up together as some of the mist hit his face.

“This is tacky,” he continued, holding up the heart around his neck. She smirked as she took a hold of some of her own hair product and ran her fingers through his hair. “Do we have to wear these the whole night?”

“Yes, Lukey,” she mumbled as she tilted her head to the side as she admired the work she did on his hair. “And until I get a boyfriend, you have to be my date to these things,” she said as she pushed him backwards slightly so she could hop off the bathroom counter.

She adjusted the short black dress on her frame as she looked towards the mirror. She straightened out the red heart with Luke’s name. “What are we even going to do there?” he asked as he ran his fingers through his own hair.

“Drink, dance, and take lots of photos,” she mumbled as she applied lip gloss to her lips. Luke eyed her lips as she added the clear gloss. “It’ll be fun,” she mumbled as she turned to meet his gaze.

He huffed as he smiled, “You and I have different definitions of fun,” he mumbled. She rolled her eyes playfully as she took a hold of her phone and pulled out her camera. “Oh awesome, fun’s starting now,” he said sarcastically.

“You can be unbearable sometimes, you know that?” she let out teasingly as she wrapped her arm around the center of his back as he draped his arm around her lowerback. He pulled her tightly towards him.

“Yeah, you too,” he shot back as he turned his head towards her with a teasing smile. She rolled her eyes as she snapped the photo of them at that moment.

“Smile,” she mumbled as she turned her gaze towards the mirror and snapped a few photos of them. Most of them are Luke glancing towards her the entire time.

~~~

Later that night, Y/N stepped foot inside her own lakehouse, getting another drink from the fridge inside when she saw Luke sitting on the barstool beside her kitchen island. He lifted his gaze as he tossed a few chips into his mouth. His eyes scanned her body. Taking note of every single curve of her frame and how the two piece swimsuit showed every perfect part of her body.

“Hi,” she let out as she smiled softly. He returned the soft smile as he sat up straight as she walked past the kitchen island.

“Hey,” he mumbled as he nervously ran his fingers through his hair. They remained silent as she took a Truly from the fridge and cracked it open. She spun around and met his gaze. “Kyle seems nice,” he mumbled. She smiled.

“Yeah, he is,” she muttered as she brought the can to her lips.

Their eyes remained connected as they remained silent for a few seconds. His eyes were soft and welcoming; he looked like he knew what she was thinking. All of things that have been left unsaid between them, it was as if their eyes were doing all the talking. Her heart went into overdrive.

Her eyes tried not to admire his body. His abs were prominent as well as the strong arm muscles. She took a deep breath as she rested her hands onto the counter.

“How’s the NHL?” she asked. His eyes widened as he smiled softly.

“It’s amazing,” he mumbled, his eyes squinting slightly.

“You were fun to watch,” she let out as she met his gaze. He tilted his head to the side, a toothy grin on his lips.

“You watched the games?” he asked, genuinely shocked. She nodded dramatically.

“You are still my best friend, Luke, Of course I was going to watch,” she mumbled as she met his gaze as she walked closer to him. He blinked his eyes rapidly as he looked away from her.

“You seem happy,” he mumbled, unable to maintain eye contact with her.

“Yeah, yeah.” she let out while shaking her head, “You too. I mean you’re living the dream, right?”

All he could do was hum as a reply as she was only a foot away from him and his chest was aching as he felt a magnet pulling her towards him but he tried to refuse the feeling and the desperation.

“Why are you all alone inside? We’ve got an amazing bonfire going,” she asked as she leaned against the countertop.

He couldn’t tell her the real answer. The real answer was that he had spent twenty-four hours watching Y/N and Kyle snuggle together and he was getting tired of it. He couldn’t breathe watching them because he wanted to kiss her cheek. He wanted to be the one holding her tightly. He wanted to be the one who loved her. He had to walk away and collect his thoughts.

While outside, Quinn was laughing at something Jack said when Kyle walked up to him. “Hey man, can I talk to you about something?” Kyle asked. Quinn’s smile slowly faded as he glanced towards Jack before he stood up and followed Kyle towards a secluded part of the backyard. Quinn nervously crossed his arms over his chest as he met Kyle’s gaze. “I’m gonna ask you a question and you’re going to not sugar coat anything,” Kyle asked. Quinn nodded.

“I’m not blind, alright? I know that your little brother has feelings for Y/N. She told me about what happened between them a few months back but she said that she didn’t have feelings for him. Is she telling the truth?” Kyle asked.

Quinn took a deep breath as he licked his lips nervously. “We’re all close with Y/N. Jack and I have always treated her like she’s our little sister. Luke-”

Quinn took in a sharp breath, “Luke’s been in love with her since he was eleven. He never wanted to act on it because he was terrified of losing her. Y/N was harder to see if she felt the same. Well, until they were like fifteen and they started cuddling all of the time. It was as if they constantly had to be near each other or the other one would implode. She dragged him to all of the school dances and sorority events.” he explained as Kyle was getting impatient.

“Look, they're avoiding each other because they are afraid of getting hurt. Which is causing them to get hurt anyway. You seem like a great guy, who would’ve been perfect for her. But there’s a lot of history between them that can’t be ignored,”

Kyle remained silent as he took a deep breath. If he was being honest, he knew she wasn’t all in. He wasn’t even all in on the relationship either, it didn’t hurt to hear as much as he thought it was going to be.

“I appreciate it, man.” Kyle mumbled as his gaze looked past Quinn to see Luke and Y/N walking out of the house together. Kyle let out a dry chuckle, “Can you tell her why I left? I’m going to pack my stuff and call an Uber.” Kyle mumbled.

“What? You sure?” Quinn asked.

“Like you said, they’ve got history. I’m not stepping between that,” he said as he looked towards Y/N and Luke again. “Make sure they end up together, alright?” he said before he walked towards the house discreetly.

Quinn stood still, his gaze on the dirt beneath his feet. “What the fuck just happened?” he asked himself as he walked back towards the bonfire.

After another hour, Kyle was long gone and Y/N still had no idea. “Alright, you guys we’re going to go to bed, see you guys in the morning,” Her father expressed to everyone, the parents all went to their own lakehouse leaving the boys and Y/N alone.

“Where’d Kyle go? Have you guys seen him?” she asked the three of them as she was starting to get a little worried.

Quinn’s eyes widened as he cleared his throat, “He left,” is all he said. Luke perked upward at the mention.

“What?” she let out.

“He-uh-he’s not as comfortable as he thought with you and Luke’s history. So he left,” Quinn said as his voice progressively got quieter. Luke kept shifting his gaze between Quinn and Y/N. She furrowed her eyebrows harshly as she leaned forward.

“Did he tell you this history exactly?” she questioned, glancing at Luke for a second.

“He might’ve,” he mumbled, glancing towards Luke, “Kinda already knew about it, though.”

Y/N eyes flashed red as she turned her gaze towards Luke. “Can I talk to you?” she asked, standing up and walking towards Hughes's lakehouse. Luke’s room was on the second floor and his parents room was on the first. In her lakehouse her room was directly next to her parents.

Luke slowly stood up from his seat, “Thanks,” he said sarcastically as he followed Y/N. Jack and Quinn shared a glance before they looked back towards the dying flame.

Once Luke stepped into the house, he saw her already storming up the stairs towards his room. He took a deep breath as he skipped several steps to follow her faster. She walked into his room and began to pace back and forth. Luke shut the door behind him.

“You told Quinn!?” she called out.

“An-and Jack, I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to! You know I’m a bad liar,”

“What did you tell them exactly?!” she questioned.

He stayed quiet for a second as his heart was loud in his ear, “Quinn made a joke about us hooking up and I-I didn’t deny it that good so they found out. I told them that we just didn’t talk afterwards, we were just avoiding each other,” he explained.

Her mouth fell open as she nodded slowly. Her tongue pushed to the side of her mouth as she spun around to look away from him for a brief second.

“Do you remember what you told me the next morning?” she asked, her voice quieter.

He met her gaze and squinted his eyes slightly, “That I was running late to practice and if we could talk about it later?”

“Before that,”

He thought about it for a second, he replayed every second of that morning in his mind but the words were not coming to his mind. She took a deep breath as she clenched her fist and unclenched it. “You said that I was the last person you’d ever want to have a hookup with. Like-like it was embarrassing to have sex with me,”

His eyes widened as he felt like punching himself in the chest. “Oh my god-no that’s not-”

“You hurt me, Luke!” she shouted towards him, her eyes welling up in tears.

“I thought-I thought,” she shook her head again, “I don’t know what I thought but that was horrible to hear. Especially from you! You were supposed to be my best friend.” she shouted towards him.

“That’s not what I meant!” he said loudly, “That not what I meant,” he let out softer as he stepped towards her, almost reaching out to touch her.

“You know, I cared a lot about Kyle! We could’ve been something great. He was sweet and charming and he would’ve never said that to me but you-you ruined that!” she shouted as she stared deeply into his eyes. The tension was rising between them as they were only a foot apart.

“Well, if you care about the guy so much why aren’t you going after him?! Huh? Why are you standing here, shouting at me?!” he countered, getting closer to her face. She clenched her jaw as her heart was beating hard against her chest. Her skin felt hot as if steam was leaving her body.

“I don’t know!” she shouted back as her eyes looked deeply into his eyes. His eyes were staring hard back towards her.

“You didn’t deserve our first time together to be a drunken hook up,” he expressed, taking another step towards her. “You deserved roses and candles and all that sappy romantic shit not some dorm bed we barely fit on,” he continued as he scanned her softening features.

“Luke-”

“I couldn’t tell you I loved you, I couldn’t tell you because I was scared I was going to lose my best friend. And then I fucked up and lost you anyway,” he explained as they were mere inches apart now. “You deserved better than that and I couldn’t face it,” he mumbled.

She leaned towards him, urgently kissing him. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she felt her body jump against him.

He quickly took a hold of her lower back pulling her towards him. The tension between them only increased as their lips remained connected sloppily.

She jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist. Her bare thighs against his body rushed goosebumps against her skin.

He delicately laid her down onto his bed as his lips pulled away from hers briefly, admiring her features from the very short distance.

“I love you too,” she mumbled as she ran her fingers through the ends of his curls. He pecked her lips briefly before he leaned fully away from her. “Where are you going?” she asked barely above a whisper.

“We’re not doing this now,” he muttered as shook his head. He stood up from the bed and walked towards his closet to give her some clothes to sleep in. Instead of the swimwear still covering her frame.

“Why not?” she asked, pouting slightly. He smiled widely as he tossed her one of his hoodies and a pair of shorts she left at his dorm several months back.

“Candles and roses,” he mumbled as he covered his frame in one of his hoodies. She smiled widely as she began to put on the clothes he handed her.

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goldengleams · 8 months

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Omg I need some Jack Hughes fluffff (please)

You tugged the black New Jersey Devils hoodie over your head as a chill ran through your body. It was lightly snowing outside, the temperature dropping to signify that it was truly winter time.

The television in front of you now played the late night news, the hockey game having just ended. The Devils had a home game but you had decided to stay at the apartment due to a bug you were just getting over. You hadn’t wanted to get Jack sick, so you stayed away, cooped up in your apartment when you weren’t at work. Jack had all but forced you to stay over at his and Luke’s place since you were feeling better so he could finally see you.

Looking at the clock, you knew the boys would be home soon. The Devils had won and Luke had scored the only goal of the game, so you knew he would have to do some media interviews after.

You curled up onto the large couch, promising to only close your eyes for a moment so you could greet the boys when they got home, but it was too good to be true. The next thing you heard was the click of a lock and the door was opening.

You sat up from the couch just in time to see Jack push open the door, bags in hand. He flipped on the light and you could practically see his pupils dilate as he discarded his things and rushed over to you.

“Hi babe,” you said, voice still raspy. He embraced you in a tight hug, mumbling how cute you looked in his sweatshirt.

“Good nap, eh?” He joked, taking your face in his hands. You tried to laugh, but it ended up as a cough, and you quickly turned away so you wouldn’t spread your germs.

“Damn, you really were sick,” he teased. You pushed his chest, mumbling out an insult back to him.

“You’re just the nicest boyfriend, aren’t you, J?”

“Yeah, well I did stop at that deli you like near the rink and I bought you soup earlier, so I’d like to think I am the best,” Jack said, giving you his classic cheesy smile.

“And what if I’m not hungry, Hughes?” You said. You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to look tough even though you knew your hair was sticking up.

“You are, I know you.”

He moved towards the kitchen to take some out for you, knowing your sleep schedule had been off and that you had been up most nights coughing. You followed behind him and entered the kitchen where Luke was sitting at a barstool, scrolling on his phone.

“Luke, you did awesome tonight!” You said, smiling in pride for the youngest Hughes brother. “I’d hug you but, y’know…”

“I know,” he laughed. “Thanks, Y/N.”

Luke was always a little shy when it came to compliments, but you always made sure that he knew how great he was. He asked you how you were feeling and you chatted while Jack went to change.

“I’m honestly so glad you’re here, Y/N he’s been driving me nuts all week,” Luke said once you asked how the week had been. “I think I probably know the whole trajectory of your illness because he’s talked about you so much.”

You rolled your eyes at that. Jack didn’t like to show it, but you knew that he was a worrier deep down. Whether it was before big games or things dealing with family, he always cared.

“Well I promise that I’m feeling better and I’ll be around more to relieve you of your roommate and brother duties,” you said, fake saluting him.

Jack walked back into the kitchen, now in a t-shirt and some flannel pajama pants. He gave you a quick kiss on the top of your head.

“Want me to heat some up?” He asked you, already moving to get you a bowl.

“Yeah J,” you said back. Jack moved around the kitchen easily, grabbing everything he needed to heat some soup up for you.

The microwave hummed in the background as Jack caught you staring at him.

“Like what you see?” He joked, swaying his hips a little. You giggled as he made his way over to you.

“Missed you,” you mumbled, pressing your head to his chest.

“Missed you more,” he whispered. “Can’t wait until you’re better and then we can-”

“Alright, I’m leaving you lovebirds alone before I see anything that would make me sick,” Luke joked, walking out of the kitchen and dodging Jack’s attempt to slap him on the shoulder.

He turned back to you, about to finish whatever his thought was when the microwave beeped. He groaned but went to go get your bowl.

“Thanks, grumpy,” you laughed. Once he set the bowl down in front of you, he sat on the barstool across from you.

You waited for it to cool before taking a bite and moaning in delight. “Jack, it’s so good, oh my god.”

“I’m glad, babe,” he watched you in admiration as you seemed to feel better immediately as you ate. It had been almost a year since you had met Jack and you never failed to make him smile.

“Thank you, by the way. I think I started eating before I said it,” you chuckled.

“You don’t have to thank me, you did the same for me when I was sick,” he replied, sleepily rubbing his eyes.

“Yeah, when you thought had the man-flu,” you said, giggling as you recounted the last time he was sick.

“Hey, I had a fever,” he countered.

“You were sick from the flu shot, Jack, and it lasted for two days!”

You both started laughing, then, remembering how dramatic he had acted. Your laugh turned into a cough and Jack came over to rub your back.

“Need some medicine?” He asked you. You nodded, trying to swallow some water to help. Jack returned quickly with some pills you had been prescribed to help for you to take.

A few minutes later, once everything had been cleaned up, Jack took your hand and led you to his bedroom. You climbed into bed together and felt his arms wrap around your waist.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better, babe,” he muttered, already closing his eyes.

“Love you, Jack,” you said, sinking into his warm embrace.

“Love you too, Y/N.”

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I wrote something!!! Trying my hardest to get to my requests, I promise! Hope you enjoyed this little bit of Jack Hughes fluff!

#jack hughes #nhl hockey #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #luke hughes #hat trick hotties 🏒🧢#nhl

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amortentiaopenheart · 1 year

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Happy 2023!

Happy New Year everyone! Can't believe it's New Year already! Here's a little peek into what our two favourite people have done for the beginning of an eventful year >>

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey X Catherine Valentine

Word count: 1K+ (sorry!!)

"Morning, love", were the first words a very sleepy Ethan woke up to.

After having celebrated New Year at midnight, his drained body had solely dreamt of the soft bed.

Ethan opened his eyes to see Catherine bending over him, smiling as she ruffled his hair.

"Morning," he said softly, pulling Catherine on top of him.

"Ethan!" She shouted, laughing.

"What?" Ethan's feigned innocence was too adorable and she pressed a soft kiss to his lips before climbing off of him.

"Get up darling, we have a long and eventful day!!"

"How do you have so much energy after partying all night with your friends?" Ethan grumbled as he reluctantly threw off the duvet and sat up.

"Sugar high" Catherine's eyes twinkled mischievously.

Rolling his eyes playfully, he got off the bed.

"So, what plans?" He asked, slipping into his shirt.

Catherine smiled. "How about spending New Year with me?"

Ethan's face lit up.

"We can have breakfast, then maybe go for a walk around Boston Common. Go shopping, visit Naveen, and spend the night at Franklin Garden. So...how 'bout it?"

Ethan couldn't help chuckle. "You have been planning this whole thing since the last couple of days, haven't you?"

"How'd you figure?"

"Catherine, every night after work, you used to sit down and keep on checking dates, places and times on Google and jot stuff down in your diary."

"Excellent observational skills, Dr. Ramsey. But I suggest we quickly have breakfast or the day will slip by like this."

As the two sat down to breakfast, Ethan's eyes widened. "Well, my fiancée seems to have taken New Year breakfast very seriously indeed."

Catherine gave him a playful punch as she set the hot chocolate, macarons, waffles and strawberries on his plate.

"This is so good!" Ethan exclaimed, while Catherine grinned.

"Come on, let's get ready for our day out."

Ethan kissed her tenderly before turning to rummage through their closet for something suitable.

Ultimately, Ethan opted for a white jersey and trousers and Catherine went for a sky cardigan and turquoise flares.

"First stop, Boston Common."

As the two walked side by side, Ethan tentatively reached for Catherine's hand. Catherine laced her fingers through his and tightly squeezed his hand, getting a grateful and loving smile from Ethan in return.

As they walked around, appreciating the beauty of nature, Ethan pointed out the different plants and flowers and names them to Catherine.

Eventually, this turned into a quiz, in which, naturally, Ethan emerged victorious.

"Whatever" Catherine grumbled, feigning annoyance.

"Heh. Nice try Rookie." Ethan grinned.

"Okay, Mr. Softie, how about we go shopping now?"

"Prudential Center?"

"Sounds great."

As the two wandered into the mall, Catherine beamed.

"Let's get done with all the shopping."

"Okay, how about we split and get the stuff? We'll meet at the Food Court."

Catherine nodded.

As she got the necessities, she decided to get something for Ethan too.

Entering the book store, she went straight to the classic literature.

Two books caught her eye, and she nodded to herself in approval. "To Kill A Mockingbird" by Harper Lee and "Sense and Sensibility" by Jane Austen would be perfect.

Moving on, she bought an Aurora Diamante pen and decided to get one final thing for Ethan. A scarf.

She went through the diverse collection of scarves and decided upon an ash scarf.

Deciding she was done, she payed the bills and went up to the third floor to meet Ethan.

Ethan greeted her with a light kiss before wordlessly handing her a Starbucks Caffe Mocha.

Taking it with a thanks, they sat down at the reserved table. She pushed the stuff she bought for Ethan to him at the same time he gave her a bag.

"Wow. So we both got each other something."

Catherine opened the bag. She smiled. Ethan really knew her well. A Chanel perfume, AirPods, silver earrings and "The Secret Garden" by Frances Hodgson Burnett.

Looking up, she saw Ethan reflecting a very touched expression.

"You know, you didn't have to buy me stu-"

Both of them looked at each other, surprised at their chorus, before bursting out laughing.

Both of them understood and accepted.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"Next stop, Naveen's." Ethan looked at his Titan, before adding, "Might as well go 30 mins later. He's usually not at home at this time."

Exactly 30 minutes later, Ethan knocked on Naveen's door.

Naveen looked at the pair with a broad smile before pulling them into a bone-crushing hug.

"Happy New Year, lovebirds!"

Ethan flushed while Catherine burst out laughing.

Both of them gave Naveen their gifts.

Naveen smiled. "Ah, you didn't have to, you know."

"It's New Year Naveen. Might as well." Ethan said.

"Catherine, your fashion sense is great. This sweater is fabulous. And Ethan, this painting set is by far the most diverse set I ever saw. Thank you, both of you."

The couple smiled.

The rest of the day easily melted away in a haze of laughter and jokes with Naveen, before they finally took their leave.

"Last stop, Franklin Garden" Catherine sang as Ethan slipped an arm around her shoulder.

As they watched the fireworks and the lantern balloons, Ethan spun Catherine around before catching her mid-air and kissing her.

"What a way to end the day", Ethan whispered.

"What a way indeed".

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

I'm so freaking sorry for making it this long but I'm so in love with these two that I couldn't help it 🥲✨️.

Happy New Year everyone, please take care and have a great year ahead. 🤍🍻

@openheartfanfics

#ethan x mc #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #open heart #choices #jamespotterthefirst

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thechroniclesofnikevictoria · 11 months

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Present. Chapter 3 – Beginning of June 2021

“Then we are officially Best Fuck Friends!”

“If this is the case I want an official update of my title”

(TW: NSFW, smut, OC, MiloxOC, reference to MiloxCamus, HET couple, reference to HOMO couple, D/s, Dom!Milo, Scarlett Needle/Cuspide Scarlatta with creative uses)

Time passed after their last battle in Asgard. Everyone had come back to life, thanks to Lyfia and her intercession to Odin and the Gods seemed to have found their own sort of balance, and everything had gone back to some sort of normality. And actually, since Nike had become acting Hight Priest, she had been leaving way more freedom to the Knights, including letting those who could use their special lightspeed way of moving around for personal purpose. Taking time off and seeing family any chance they got were on top of the list. As long of course as their Sanctuary duties were not being left behind. In peaceful time, the most important for the Gold Knights was instructing all those in the world that manifested Cosmo, made the choice of following Athena and happened to belong to their sign. The kind of thing Milo detested to a point.

He had just headed back to the Eighth House, quite frustrated from the training session he had just finished, when he remembered Camus was away that night. He decided to get a hold of Nike with Cosmo.

‘Can you do me a favor? Can you put a word in for me with Aphrodite, the goddess, not your neighbor, and ask her if she can please stop making so many people be born under my sign?’

‘I don’t think it’s her doing, rather consumerism. If you do the math, nine months before Scorpio season we’re right around Valentine’s Day’

‘If this is the case, I really need to start drinking heavily’

‘Then come over here, got a Sbagliato with your name on it. I even brought dinner straight from Quadrilatero, I was about to call you myself’

‘Let me get rid of this hardware, quick shower and I'm on my way’

‘Yeah, move your gorgeous ass, I already popped the Prosecco’

Not even twenty minutes later he was knocking at her door, with a huge portion of those Greek fries she adored and that he had just grabbed from her favorite place downtown Rodorio.

“Perfect timing” she said on the threshold handing him a glass full to the rim. Milo took a long sip and sat down on the couch adding his food to the delicious spread already in front of him.

“Aren’t your parents away this month? What did you go to Milan for?”

“Shopping of course! I don’t want my Black Amex to feel neglected. I got something for you and the popsicle as well” she said pointing at two bags, one from Prada and one from Armani. Milo peeked inside and saw the two most beautiful shirts he had ever seen.

“Bright turquoise and fire red for your Bright Spring, aqua and ivory for Camus's Light Spring”

“You shouldn’t have. Thank you. Now I have to find someone to help me think how to wear them”

“Yeah, right. Mr. Metrosexual has trouble matching shirts now. Oh and please let me know how mad Camus gets when he figures out the brands. He's so Parisian he hates Italian fashion. I had even considered getting him a Milan’s jersey with Zlatan’s name, but then I decided I don’t really care for finding out if I can survive an Aurora Execution without my armor on”

“Who’s jersey?”

“Ibrahimovich” Nike sighed rolling her eyes. How could spend so much time with Camus and still understand nothing of soccer?

“And what did you buy for yourself?”

“Do you want the full runway?”

“Why not?”

Nike humored him. With a sip of Negroni Sbagliato and a bite of food here and there she modelled all the many outfits she had bought that afternoon, taking notes of all the comments her friend had to offer. He was objectively talented in the style department.

The last outfit was a new black silk La Perla slip that would have joined the other dozen she used as house clothes, and a pair of Louboutin Bianca 140 Nude stilettos.

“How do you even walk in those? They make you almost as tall as me”

“Fourteen centimeters, one ninety-two. They make me exactly as tall as you. I studied ballet for years anyways, these are nothing compared to pointe shoes”

“You are kinda the cheater on your homeland economy though with those French shoes”

“I’m not a Nazi like Camus! I have a closet full of Chanel and Dior. Back home in Milan I even have a room with floor to ceiling walls of Birkins and Kellys” she explained, finally sitting down next to Milo, finishing her second Sbagliato and enjoying the Greek fries with feta he had brought.

Since Camus and everybody else had come back to life Nike thought it was going to be all for that unusual emotional adventure she had shared with Milo from the attack to the Twelve Houses to the war with Hades and their adventure in Asgard. On top of that, she had made a point with herself not to sleep with her friends ever again. Besides, the Sanctuary’s perfect couple had returned as in love as ever, everybody could still remember the moment of their reconciliation. She was not jealous, quite the opposite, she was extremely happy for them and she was glad she could have helped Milo when he most needed to come to terms with his pain. When she needed to come to terms with her own pain, even if he didn’t know that. This is why she was in shock a moment later when Milo decided to kiss her.

She pulled back abruptly.

“What’s up?” he asked still on her lips.

“Camus! Camus is up!”

“It’s different with him”

“I don’t want to be the other woman”

“You aren’t. The relationship we have is not monogamous. Camus is... love but it’s almost platonic what we have, you are my best friend that I occasionally go to bed with in order to satisfy my... non Vanilla desires”

“So he knows?”

“He knows that sometimes I take my desires... elsewhere. He does the same and we are both ok with it” Milo picking up the kiss and sliding his hand under the hem of her silky skirt.

“If you don’t want just tell me though”

‘If you two are ok with it...’

“You are the one who said...” she sut him up, finally responding to his kiss.

“Make me come, Scorpio, and give me some of your venom”

Just like an old habit they picked up when they had started fucking after the death of their friends, Milo picked her up and carried her to her bedroom. She tried to take off her shoes, but he ordered her to keep them on. Of the two, she was the one with authority over the other, but, ironically, during sex she loved being commanded and being told exatly what to do by him.

Milo saw a full figure mirror in a corner of the room.

“How long has that been here?”

“Years, I think it’s Saga’s”

“Why don’t we use it then?” he said putting her down right in front of it.

“I think I'm wearing too many clothes” he stated taking off his tee shirt and jeans, remaining in his tight underwear that accentuated his growing excitation. She looked at him with a sigh. Gods, he was gorgeous. His face, his toned and defined muscles, the bulging veins on his arms, the proportions of his body. His V shape. His package. It all seemed too perfect to be human. Nike wondered if Athena had purposely chosen her Knights based on their beauty and attractiveness.

“Why don’t you kneel for me this time” he ordered. She obeyed without breaking the eye contact, but running her hands on his extraordinary muscular body. When she made it all the way down it was pretty obvious for her what to do next, considering he had started moving her hair off her face and collecting them in a ponytail behind her head. Still keeping eye contact, Nike lowered his boxers down to his ankles and started licking the tip of his hard cock. After a while he invited her to take it all in her mouth slightly pushing with his hands on the back of her head. She didn’t hesitate and started moving up and down following a rhythm, reaching deeper and deeper every time. He was observing the scene through the mirror, getting even more turned on by the show. It was most certainly not the first time, but he still had trouble believing that reality. The goddess of victory, quite literally the most beautiful, sexy and desirable, not to mention lethal, woman in the entire world was kneeling before him with his cock in her mouth. She heard him declare his upcoming orgasm and she held her breath in anticipation. She swallowed down to the last drop while he stared from above and through the mirror, turning himself on all over again like he didn’t just come. He made her stand up, picked her up again and gently deposited her on the bed, taking off her sikl slip but not her shoes.

“That red stiletto... reminds me of my Needle” he said sticking his tongue in her throat, grabbing her breasts and lying down on top of her, slipping inside her harder than before.

“You are so tight and wet. I love it”

As usual, she was a pleasure machine. Hers, but also the pleasure of the lucky man, Milo in this case, she bestowed the privilege of her body to. On the threshold of their shared ultimate pleasure Milo prepared himself. He gently grabbed her neck to cut off her breathing. She opened her eyes.

“Trust me. When I tell you, take a deep breath”

He gave her two more deep thrusts, really bringing her to the brink; he moved his right hand to her chest and rose his Cosmo to charge his Needle.

“Now Μωρό. Breathe” he said, letting go his hold on her neck. She obeyed. In that very moment he gave her the very last thrust she needed to come, and at the same time

“Scarlett Needle” he hit her with two stars.

As predicted, she lost her mind. Her nervous system, attacked by the venom, amplified her already intense orgasm beyond any imaginable limit. Seeing her, feeling her was too much for Milo and he finally let go to the strongest wave of pleasure he had ever felt, a pleasure that made him lose his consciousness too for almost a minute.

When Nike woke up Milo was lying down beside her on his side. He caressed her cheek and kissed her softly.

“How was it?”

“Do you really have to ask?”

“No, I didn’t mean it like that. I meant the Needle”

“Even better than I remembered. Thank you”

“I was quite scared to be honest. The other time, forgive me, we had nothing to lose. Now we have everything”

“It’s not the first time you hit me. On your best days you made it to eight if I'm not wrong”

“My record with you is eleven in God mode. But in training it’s different. You have you Cosmo active and your guard high. But looks like you handle it pretty well even with your shields down”

“And do you still like it?”

“You have no idea.it drives me out of my mind. To see you and to feel you when you come like that... I'm getting hard again just thinking about it”

“Keep some for Camus”

“No come on, it’s different with him”

Then he panicked.

“Oh gods, what would he think of me?”

“Oh come on, I was kidding”

“No but seriously. Should I be worried?”

“For what?”

“Oh I don’t know. My best friend, who independently is also my Goddess, and by definition the most beautiful woman on the planet, bestows me the privilege of having sex with her. And what do I do? I give her my venom”

“Please, don’t be so hard on yourself. It's in your Scorpio nature to be a little on the sadistic side. Otherwise how do you explain the fact that all our friends’ attacks, and mine, consist in one single blow while yours requires fifteen excruciatingly painful hits?”

He looked into her eyes.

“You do know that I would never seriously hurt you, right? Besides the vow I took to protect you because you are my goddess...”

“Athena is your goddess, and mine” she interrupted.

“You are a very close second. Anyways, even if we weren’t stuck with this life, if I had met you I don’t know in university, remember for you I would die and kill”

That statement that had just slipped his mouth shocked him. He hadn’t realized that maybe, beside attraction, he could feel something for her. Something beyond their friendship. He hoped she hadn’t heard him, or that she wouldn’t care too much.

“Milo, just accept this side of you. Don't be dramatic. I for one absolutely love it. I know you would never hurt me for real”

He smiled in relief. He wasn’t ready to face his feelings, not in that moment.

“Why were you playing hard to get?”

“Come on I told you why”

“Yeah, yeah, Camus and that tale you tell yourself you don’t sleep with your friends. You were the first one not believing your own words out of your mouth”

“See, the problem is when the friends I fuck end up falling for me. I already lost one this way...”

Milo swallowed, thinking back to what he had said and thought just a minute earlier. No, no way, tho chance. It had to be the afterglow speaking. And losing her? Losing her frienship? No, he was not going to let it happen, at whatever cost.

“Anyway, thanks for not giving up. I was this close to turning into a virgin again” Nike brought him back.

“Wait, how long had you not...”

“You’ve been the last one in here. Do the math”

The night before hell.

“Come to think of it you’ve been my last woman too, you ruined me for all others! But it seems hard for me to believe that someone like you could have a hard time finding people to fuck. The word gets out and we get a line out the door”

“Do I look like the kind of person that goes out to pick up guys for a one night stand? Never been my style. With everything I have to handle now I wouldn’t even have the time for that. And besides my beauty and performance standards are sky-high. My only option is fucking one of you guys but like I said the friendship is ruined if we don’t pay attention. Speaking of which, you and I are still best friends right?”

“Μωρό I'm a Scorpio. Sex for me is like breathing. And with the history we share, being afraid of ruining a friendship like ours with sex is like being afraid of ruining fries by sprinkling feta on them”

“So you don’t mind if we keep this thing on between us?”

He smiled.

“If I have to choose who to take advantage of my agreement with Camus with, I couldn’t pick anyone better. Otherwise what’s the point for a girl of having a male best friend?”

“Then we are officially Best Fuck Friends!”

“If this is the case I want an official update of my title. Milo Nomikos, Gold Knight of Scorpio, official Best Fuck Friend of Nike Martinelli of Winged Victory. I think I'm going to have business cards made”

Nike hit him with a pillow and bursted into laughter almost to tears while he was saying all that. She had missed spending time like that with him. And that he was no longer depressed nor mad at the entire world it was going to be great. Even better that it was when they had met as kids.

“What do you say, shall we finish the food?” he asked as soon as they stopped laughing.

They teleported the food to the bed and enjoyed it all like they had done many, many times and they would have kept doing forever, laughing, joking, talking, confessing, until they fell asleep.

Finally, after years of suffering and sacrifice, everything was exactly where it was supposed to be.

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waifuu-writerr · 2 years

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yUh so i was wondering if you could do Suga, Kuroo, Noya and alSo Iwa seeing their s/o singing and dancing in one of their big t-shirts and your underwear at like, 3 am? If not, thats fine lmaO

GUESS WHO’S BACK FROM THEIR (almost 2 year) HIATUS!!!! Missed you all so much and I’m finally in a good place and motivated again!! I love this idea and writing it was so much funnn I tried to do something different hope you guys enjoy :)!!

Warnings: NSFW suggested and done, lots of cursing, teasing

Koshi Sugawara

Suga was always a gentleman, always telling you sweet things and taking your relationship the pace that you wanted it to be, but OH LORD was he in for trouble. It was 2:45 am and Suga was finally done with the essay he had to turn in and was ready to get you and a glass of water and go to bed. To Suga’s surprise he was met with a highly energetic y/n dancing around in his jersey that was a size too big for her. This was normal, you were usually found with too much energy or dancing. It could be the middle of grocery shopping and you would be dancing. But what he failed to notice was how you weren’t wearing any shorts and how your pink lace undies were underneath the coverage of the jersey. Suga stood in the doorway admiring your moves with the cup of water in one hand and leaning on the doorframe with the other. As Suga took the last sip of his water that when he noticed it…. Your shirt rode up to reveal your beautiful body and your beautiful cunt that was only thinly covered with the lace of your underwear. Suga immediately spit out his water causing a concerned y/n to stop what you were doing and ask if he was ok, you did not fail to notice the bulge beginning to form inside of his shorts, and a smirk was plastered on your face as you made your way towards Suga. It seems like tonight the pace of the relationship was moving along ;)

Tetsuro Kuroo

You and Kuroo had an intimate and sexual relationship, but there would still be a bit of shyness when it came to asking you to do things. It was already 3 am and Kuroo was just happy to be home, he had to work over time tonight since the company was under staffed but that didn’t matter since he was going to be able to see you at the end of the day, even if you were already asleep by now. Kuroo slipped into his shared apartment and took off his shoes making his way to the bedroom but he stopped as he hear music come from the room. Excited would not begin to describe how Kuroo felt that after a long day you were still awake and he would be able to pepper you with kisses, but he was shocked when he came into the bedroom and saw you on the bed wearing his shirt that was too big, with your ass up looking for something you dropped on the floor as you were too lazy to get out of the bed. Seeing your pretty body and your pretty underwear in the angle was a sight he would never forget and the feeling of how uncomfortable his pants were starting to become is also a feeling he would never forget. “Oh baby you’re here can you help me? Can you pass me the control” you innocently asked and he obliged “can you help me too my love?” Kuroo asked, his cheeks turning bright red. “Yes ofc what do you need” you asked as he took your hand and moved it to his bludge causing you both to smile.

Yu Nishinoya

So far you and Nishinoya have been your firsts for mostly everything. First kiss, first “handhold” as he likes to call it, and first loves. Yeah he used to have a huge crush on Kiyoko but that was WAYY before he met you and it was only a crush/obsession not love. Yu felt like he was truly understood whenever he was with you, you had the same humor as him, similar tastes when it came to shows and food, and you both loved the idea of packing up and traveling around the world. So the moment he saw how cheap the plane tickets to Hawaii where he jumped and bought you both tickets without even second guessing himself. It was also 3 am so that added towards why he would make such a Huge decision without even asking you but he already knew your answer. Since it was break he knew you would still be up since he know you take any vacations to stay up as long as possible. So he walked over to your house and let himself in with the spare key, as he was heading towards your room he noticed that some very sexual and elusive songs were being played and rather loudly at that, he’s glad you’re parents were gone for the weekend since he knew you would’ve gotten in big trouble for playing such loud music if they were there. Noya opens your bedroom door to see one of the most amazing sights He’s ever seen (right next to the first time he ever saw you). You were dancing around your room wearing the shirt he let you borrow and wearing nothing else but your white laced panties. Noya stood in the door basking the glory of what he was seeing but unfortunately his other body parts where enjoying the sight a little too much. He felt his cock twitch each time the shirt you were wearing would come up to high and reveal your underwear, and he felt ashamed that this was happening. He was on his way to sneaking out to fix the problem but unfortunately that’s when you spotted him. “Hey Noya baby, I didn’t hear you come in what’s up?” Hearing his name spill from your lips excited his cock even more. All thoughts of the trip were erased from his mind and he just wanted you, and your body to be pressed up against him but he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. “What’s wrong yu” you asked as his cheeks turned red and he looked away, that’s when you looked down and noticed his little (it was actually huge) problem. You’ve been waiting for this moment for a while, you haven’t taken eachothers virginities yet and you were very excited to see his big problem, that you didn’t think before beginning to unbuckle his pants. Let’s just say there was no sleeping on the cards for tonight.

Hajime Iwaizumi

You and Iwaizumi were nothing but friends with benefits. Bestfriends with benefits. That’s what he would tell himself everytime he would come over.

Hey, you up? You should come over

The moment he saw the text he grabbed his things and left the house, a little too fast. He was outside your bedroom door repeating the same things he always repeats each time he was about to see you naked again. “Nothing but friends with benefits, y/n would never like me more than that. If this is how she remains happy then this how I will keep her happy” Iwaizumi has only admitted it once, and it was to the snarky captain who was also his bestfriend, but he was in love with y/n ever since they met you in kindergarten. The way you smile at the jokes he makes about oikawa, the way you pay attention to all the things that are told to you by your close friends, keeping it in your mind for later use so u can give them proper gifts or surprises. The way your eyes sparkle every time you see an animal that is just too cute. He was in love with you, but he was sure you weren’t in love with him. He finally opened the door but was shocked to see you dancing around in his jersey with absolutely nothing underneath. The Jersey would ride up at times to expose your beautiful curves and your wet cunt, waiting for the arrival of Iwaizumi. “Fuck I fucking love you” those words left Iwaizumi’s mouth faster than he can think and he was scared you heard. You did. But you were going to tease him a little bit first. “Oh hey zumi!! Took you long enough dummy” he’s glad that you seem like you didn’t hear what he said he took off his bag and was ready to do what he always did but he was stopped by your hand. “What wrong” he asked with a confused look on his face. “Don’t you wanna know why I’m wearing your jersey cutie?“ IwaIzumi WAS a little curious as to why so he nodded, which had a smirk begin to grown your face. You grabbed his shirt and dragged him onto the bed and he sat up on the bed while you sat on top of him. Your wet cunt touching his clothed cock and the both of you guys could feel it twitch. “Fuck y/n, don’t do this” iwaizumi said knowing that you were teasing him. “Toru told me zumi.” You’re words shocked him but since you were still grinding on him all he could let out where low moans. “You know the both of you weren’t really subtle about it, right?” you said getting up knowing that just by grinding on him he was already on the verge of cumming but you stopped just before he could. “Y/n i know you don’t feel the same so can we just do what we always do and go back to normal” he said In an almost whisper tone. You now stood right in front of him putting your hand on his chin forcing him to look at you. “I love you too.” And then you both fell on the bed too much piled up tension being released. Your words made his heart skip a beat but none of you wanted to say anything right now you just wanted each other and you guys could talk more about your new found relationship status later. He kept a mental note to thank Oikawa later though.

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Hi, Eve

Rose here from yesterday, thank you very much for the Birthday message, I wasn't expecting you to read it let alone reply but I was looking for Coops kids Birthday fluff specifically. It doesn't matter if you don't have time however as I don't want to be a bother.

Hello Rose, and happy (belated) 20th birthday! Sorry for the wait--I really wanted to get this one right to celebrate such an important number. I hope your day was absolutely fantastic! SW credit goes to @lumosinlove, but Stella is an OC

Combined with asks for Sirius lightly making fun of Remus' accent and Remus yelling at a game show (@nazar4114)

“Medusa!” Stella shouted with all the force in her thirteen-year-old lungs. Remus leaned forward on the couch. “Medusa!”

The front door opened with a creak. “I’m h—”

“Yes!” they cheered in unison as Nicole answered correctly. Remus turned and gave Stella a double high-five, feeling his heart squeeze at the vivid joy on her round face. “Good guess.”

“I knew she was gonna get it,” Stella said with a pump of her fist as she turned back to the show and folded her legs underneath her.

“Gonna,” a familiar deep voice mimicked from the doorway. Paper bags rustled before footsteps stopped behind the couch; Remus tilted his chin up without sparing a glance, and Sirius pressed a laugh-laced kiss to his cheek before dropping one on Stella’s head as well. “You sound too much like your dad.”

“Love you, too,” Remus said wryly.

“I’ll take ‘Myths and Moths’ for 400, please.” Nicole’s voice snapped his attention back to the screen, and Stella narrowed her eyes.

“Daily Double!” the automated voice announced. Stella gasped; Remus bit his lower lip. “This mythical shield was wielded by Athena, and is sometimes said to be made of goat skin.”

“Aegis,” Stella whispered, then raised her voice. “It’s the Aegis, Nicole. You know this.”

“We know you do,” Remus said, scooting forward. “You just guessed whose head is on it.”

Nicole’s buzzer went off with two seconds to spare. “What is the Aegis?”

“Hell yeah!” Stella whooped.

Remus turned to her and raised his eyebrows. “Excuse you.”

“Sorry.”

“Are you two going to do this the whole afternoon?” Sirius asked from the kitchen, obviously amused. “We might need to get the neighbors some noise-cancelling headphones.”

Stella blew a dark lock of hair out of her eyes as she flopped her head back. “It’s almost final Jeopardy, papa. We have, like, ten minutes.”

Sirius blinked at her, then shook his head. “I swear you two share genes.”

“Ope, you caught me,” Remus said over the noise of the commercial break. “When I was 20 and had literally never left Wisconsin, I went and had a secret kid in Maine who looks terribly like you just so that someone would watch Jeopardy reruns with me thirteen years later. Oops.”

“It’s the truth,” Stella said with great gravity. “I remember.”

“Mon dieu,” Sirius muttered, though he couldn’t keep a smile down. He had never been able to hide around Stella, not once in the three years since they had adopted her. It was one of the things Remus loved most about him. “By the way, nobody under the age of fourteen is allowed in the kitchen for the next…hour. Ish.”

Stella squirmed around until she could rest her arms on the back of the couch. “What if I get thirsty?”

“I’m sure you can invoke birthday privileges and ask your dad to get something for you.”

“Birthday privileges?” Remus scoffed. “Nobody in this house has a birthday today. Yours was last month, and mine’s in March.”

“It’s my birthday,” Stella said.

“What? No, it’s not.”

“Yeah-huh.”

“Your birthday is in June.”

“It’s today.”

“Or maybe July?”

“It’s today, in December, when there’s snow,” she insisted, throwing herself back against the pillows. “Come on, dad, that’s not funny anymore.”

Remus raised his eyebrows. “Is somebody too old to find their poor old dad amusing now? Can you go back to being twelve so somebody will laugh at my jokes again? I know, I know, we're super lame compared to all your friends’ parents—”

“So lame,” Sirius agreed from the kitchen.

“—but I like to think we get one more year of pre-teen cuteness before the teen angst takes over.”

Stella sat up again with a groan. Looking at her, Remus saw a mix of himself and Sirius that had always baffled him, considering they had adopted her comparatively late in her life; beneath it was something uniquely Stella. Maybe it was her double-jointed elbows, or the board-straightness of her hair next to their curls, but there was no mistaking that she was her own person through and through. He loved that about her. “I’m not going to be a terrible teenager.”

Sirius poked his head around the edge of the kitchen—his nose was adorned with a smudge of flour. “Can I record that for future use?”

“Non.”

“Ooo, using the French,” Remus hissed. “That transformation is already beginning.”

“It’s not like you were bad teenagers, right?” She settled upside-down on the couch with her flamingo-patterned socks high in the air.

“I almost convinced Grandma to let me dye my hair blue, but otherwise I was pretty good.”

“I was terrible,” Sirius laughed. “I didn’t talk to anybody for a solid three years.”

Stella frowned. “How? I think I’d die if I did that.”

“He’s stubborn,” Remus stage-whispered.

“I heard that.”

Stella suppressed her laughter as best she could, but she was about as good at hiding her emotions around them as Sirius was. She didn’t really giggle—the amount her voice had deepened over the past three years always gave Remus whiplash—but her laugh had the same cadence as it did the first day they heard it. While Stella had been quiet at first, it only took love and time to bring her out of her shell. Within a year she settled into their lives like she was always meant to be there.

A thoughtful look crossed her face. “This is my last year before high school.”

“Does it feel different?”

“Not really.” She paused, then shrugged. “And a little. I don’t feel older. It just feels like there’s stuff I won’t get to do anymore.”

“And a lot more you will get to do.” Sirius left his dishtowel on the counter before joining them on Stella’s other side. “You can drive soon, you’ll get a longer curfew, you get more freedom…”

“I guess.”

“What are you going to miss?” Remus asked as she toyed with the hem of her shirt. It was a basic Lions FAN jersey; he was fairly sure she bought it to be ironic. That, and she only wore one of theirs if she was upset with the other, or if one needed a boost at a game.

“I dunno.” A few beats of silence passed. “My classmates. My team. It feels like everything’s going to turn upside down.”

“You can still keep in touch with your friends, and I bet your team won’t be too different,” Sirius said quietly. “Even if it does, that doesn’t mean you have to give all of them up. People change in different ways. They come and go on their own time.”

“There’s going to be a lot of upside-downs over the next couple years, kid.” Remus offered her a smile. “But you’re going to be just fine.”

“You two sound like such dads right now.”

“This might shock you, but that’s because we are.”

The corner of her mouth tugged up and she lolled her head to the side to look at Sirius. “Is the cake done?”

“Fifteen more minutes.”

“Will you watch final Jeopardy with us?”

“What’s the category?”

“US Presidents.”

Sirius exhaled through his nose, but nodded. She grinned and turned herself upright to snuggle against his arm. “You just enjoy watching me lose.”

---------------------------

“Alright, is everyone ready?” Sirius called from the kitchen.

“On three,” Remus said, raising his phone camera. “One, two, three!”

“Happy birthday to you,” over a dozen voices sang. They were off-tempo and so out of key the composer was probably spinning in his grave, but Stella’s clear joy didn’t waver for a millisecond even as her cheeks reddened. “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Stella, happy birthday to you!”

Finn, of course, dragged out the last note. So did Leo, Logan, Kasey, James, Lily, and Talker in varying degrees of awful harmony attempts. It was terrible, and beautiful. “Make a wish,” Sirius said softly as he set the cake down and stepped back. His eyes were the brightest quicksilver Remus had seen in many moons.

Stella closed her eyes, took a breath, and blew as hard as she could—the entire room erupted into cheers when all the candles went out. She was laughing and blushing at the same time when Remus turned the lights back on, though the humor won out in the end and she helped pass plates of cake to her many aunts and uncles. Like every year prior, Regulus managed to smear a bit of frosting on her chin, only to immediately deny it with great offense when she noticed. It was becoming a bit of a tradition—one that Remus never grew tired of.

I know what I would wish for, Remus thought as he looked around the table at their patchwork family. Celeste, Dumo, and his own parents had no doubt spoiled their first grandchild with ‘cusp of adulthood’ gifts, and Natalie and Lily would certainly steal her away after cake for some girl time. Finn and Logan would remain the fun uncles while Leo and Regulus kept their thrones as the cool uncles; Stella would interrogate Jules on the intricacies of high school for at least an hour before they destroyed everyone in a snowball fight. The world they built together had a place for everyone.

I would wish for this. This, for us, forever. It wasn’t a bad eternity to imagine.

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dc41896 · 3 years

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That Was Unexpected..

✨Pairing✨: Chris EvansxBlack Reader

Summary🪄: A little prank causes your boyfriend to dig himself into a pretty deep hole

⚠️: Chris being a meatball, fluff💕!

A/N: Hey guys, I hope you like this short imagine! (Don’t really know how I feel about the ending but 🤷🏽‍♀️) This is just something quick and fluffy I wanted to write based off this post I saw on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/p/CTZ4vpqFH0w/?utm_medium=copy_link

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scottevansgram: You should do this just to see what Chris says

scottevansgram: And please let me know if he says something corny like this lol

y/IG/n: Lol and I’ll do you one better😏

Switching your phone to its camera, it’s strategically angled so only your face is seen as to not make your boyfriend suspicious of what you were doing. Not that he’d see it since his attention was solely on the Patriots game playing on the screen. He probably would’ve forgotten you were beside him if not for your calves lying across his lap.

You press record just in time to catch his frustration at the last play making you roll your eyes at the phone propped up by your thighs.

“We can’t keep makin’ dumb mistakes like that if we wanna go to the Super Bowl,” he states. Thick Boston accent very much active before taking a drink of his beer.

“Hey, I think I’m gonna sleep on the couch tonight,” you casually announce picking a piece of lint off your shirt. Well, really his but he hardly ever wore it.

You now had his attention though meeting his eyes shining the lightest of greens from the peaking sunlight, as his hand gently grazed over your shin. “Why? You don’t feel good?”

“No I’m fine, I just want to sleep on the couch.”

“Oh okay, we can have a little camp out in here then. Make a fort and watch movies,” he smiles leaning over just enough to sweetly kiss your knee.

“That sounds fun, but I was kinda expecting to sleep by myself,” you reply. His furrowed eyebrows and puppy like eyes aiming right at your heart.

“…did I do something?”

Now, you could’ve ended it there. Easing his worries by explaining how it was just a joke and you wanted to see how he’d react.

Where would the fun be in that though?

“Did you do something?,” you counter making it sound as innocent as you could.

“No,” he quickly answers before his hand nervously scratches the back of his neck. One of the common tells that he was lying. “Well-,”

“Well? Christopher what did you do?”

“Nothing..technically. I might’ve damaged your favorite jersey though.”

“The same jersey my dad bought me at my first ever NFL game?! Seriously Chris?!”

The joke was the last thing on your mind now as you quickly sat up.

“I’m sorry! I was separating the laundry and-and Dodge was there right? And I was kiddin’ around like ‘got a new treat for you’ since we have our little rivalry, but of course he didn’t do anything ‘cause he’s a good boy-,”

“Unlike his father,” you quip making him slightly hang his head.

“Okay I deserve that. So then the doorbell rang and he ran off but the jersey got caught on his nail and made a hole. I tried to sew it but then the thread got tangled and I promise I was gentle trying to untangle it, but when I got the thread apart it also made the hole bigger.” You can only shake your head as you move to stand up, but are instead kept in place with his hands still on your lower legs.

“I got you a new one though! But I guess ya probably already know that..,” he lowly adds with head down in shame for not telling you sooner.

“I didn’t until now.”

“W-what?”

“I didn’t know about the jersey until you just told me. Earlier, that was just a joke from a video Scott sent me,” you explain watching his skin transition from a light pink to faint red and mouth form into a small “o”.

“I just wanted to see how you’d react. I wasn’t expecting a confession.”

Head falling to your shoulder, a giggle slips past your lips at his mixture of a groan and chuckle. Only he would be the one to find himself in a situation like this.

“I’m so gonna kill Scott when I see him.”

“Might not want to say that too loud,” you reply holding up your still recording phone now focused on his face as his laughter grows.

“Well I guess that works in my favor too since you can’t say anything about hurting me now can you sweetheart?,” he grins pecking your lips.

“Mm debatable. I can always delete the evidence honey,” you wink before rejoining your lips with his.

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Falling Asleep on Him | Oikawa, Atsumu

Pairings: Oikawa X Reader (gender netural), and Atsumu X Reader (gender neutral)

Genre: more fluff tehe

Author’s Note: the final installmentttt and oh to sleep.

WARNINGS! Post time skip for Atsumu!!

Falling Asleep on Them | Kenma, Kuroo // Falling Asleep on Them | Tsukishima, Akaashi, Iwaizumi // Falling Asleep on Them | Yamaguchi, Ushijima, Osamu

Oikawa:

“Come on, Y/N, we’re gonna miss the introductions~” Oikawa held onto your hand as he led you through the crowd, weaving passed the families and people as they walked through the entrance of the TeNQ Space Museum

“Tooru, slow down- ah, I’m so sorry,” you called back to the man you bumped into lightly with your shoulder as Oikawa pulled the two of you through toward the planetarium, the building right beside the museum

You surprised Oikawa for his birthday with tickets to this museum, one of the many he had always wanted to go but never found the time to go

Yet here the two of you were

It took you a month to wait to present these tickets, snatching them as soon as you could, especially for the planetarium that was only open for two hours per day

With his eagerness, the two of you made it to your seats in the planetarium, making it with just a few minutes left to spare

He practically bounced in his seat seeing how they planetarium projected constellations all over the ceiling, colorful lights slowly bouncing around as people chatted away, anticipating for the projections of the universe

He stuffed his and your bags beneath his seat, out of the wait of the aisle, making sure not to block anyone

“We made it,” you huffed, out of breath

The two of you had spent all day, taking your time to go through and look at everything that could possibly looked at, taking even longer to pass time at the gift shop, buying shirts, figurines of model space crafts, little gifts and toys usually for kids

But of course oikawa told you he “bought them for his nephew”

They were totally for his bedroom and you knew it

You felt so drained sitting in the planetarium, cold as well as the air conditioning constantly ran

The dome went silent, the voices hushing away to nothing as the lights dimmed, a calm, man’s voice sounding over the speakers all around, going through the history of space

you let out a yawn, goosebumps rising on your arms, a chill running down your spine

but looking to oikawa, you had never seen his eyes shine as bright as the stars in the dome or in the night sky

his smile, how the stars twinkled and reflected his brown eyes so brightly warmed you up

As focused as he was on the stars, he could see you in his peripheral vision

“isn’t it great- oh, Y/N, are you tired?” he asked as he turned, catching you burying your face as you let out a yawn, your arms folded over your chest, your figure balled up just the slightest

He unzipped his sweater, draping it around you without missing a beat

You waited a month to give him the tickets, to bring him to one of the places he wanted to so desperately go to in Japan and here the two of you were

Though sleep last night was hard to come by with excitement welling up inside of you but by the time you slept, you had already missed a couple of your usual hours of sleep

Not to mention how early the two of you left to make it to a couple metro rides in order to get here early enough to walk around

He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close as the two of you relaxed in your seats, gazing up at the stars, feeling like you were worlds away from earth

though for Oikawa, with you beside him, his world was always right there with him

You dozed off, your eyes fluttering off, the last thing you saw were the hundreds of stars shining, it persuaded your mind further it was the middle of the night

“Thank you for the best gift, chibi-chan,” he pecked the top of your head as he returned his focus to the stars, his heart full

he couldn’t have asked for a better day than this

Atsumu:

The loud sound of the motors of the turbines on the plane became a background noise that everyone on the plane had become accustomed to, falling asleep regardless of how noisy it seemed to get

Everyone’s windows were shut, blocking out the bright morning sun as the plane neared closer and closer to the Tokyo International Airport

The Jackals occupied the first class, the team catching up on much needed rest after playing extensive games against Brazil and France in Paris, all lasting more than three sets at least

All except Atsumu and you but barely

He kept an earbud in his ear, watching recordings of all the games ever since sitting down

The special thing about the first class seats in the plane were how they could extend to mini couches, comfy enough for anyone of any age

A small divider could slide up and down between the paired seats in each section but fortunately for Atsumu, he didn’t have to sit with Bokuto or Hinata or Sakusa, watching him freak out over the seat, disinfecting every single bit of it before actually sitting

The divider was down, you sat close beside him as he held the phone, the other bud in your ear

A complimentary blanket was draped loosely over both your bodies, only one of Atsumu’s legs as he wore black sweatpants, his face leaning into his free hand balled into a fist

It felt like your body was slowly swaying back and forth as you blinked your eyes repeatedly, keeping yourself awake

Tears every now and then filled your eyes, blurring your vision of the game before you wiped them away, numerous yawns escaping you

Atsumu was focused on the video but he could also very clearly see you below him to the side, your head swaying and almost even dropping a couple times

“Ya know ya can sleep, right?’ He paused the recording, calling out your obvious sluggishness

“I wanted to watch your game with you,” you looked up to him with those tired eyes of yours, a small warmness blooming in his chest as a result of just the way you looked at him

“You can watch later, just sleep”

You nodded, moving out of the blanket to head back to your actual seat when Atsumu took hold of your arm

“Where do ya think you’re going? You got a perfectly good pillow right here,” He pulled you to lean onto him, his legs suddenly propped up so you could be laid between his body and legs

“Get some sleep,” he pushed your hair back from your forehead, making sure to rub his thumb over your head as he always did whenever you slept before him

His phone stayed illuminated, the video paused at a part replaying a certain play made by the Jackals against Brazil, beside him as he continued his ministration, rubbing the pad of his thumb over your skin

He couldn’t believe you were here; you took a flight by yourself from Japan all the way to France to see him as a surprise since he would be gone for two weeks but he never expected it

You were there right in the front on the Jackals’ side wearing a shirt that had replicated his jersey

“Thank you for being there,” he thought to himself letting the gushy warmth take over his chest and spread through his body when his mind filled with you, the features of your face and body he had seen and felt so many times, the voice and laugh he had grown accustomed to like no other

“And here.” Atsumu leaned down when you were for sure asleep, pressing a light kiss to your forehead as his hand found the edge of the blanket, pulling it up to cover more of your body sleeping on his

Just as he thought and knew: this was where you should be- with him

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tiedyemillenialbullshit · 3 years

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Nightmare

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Avenger Reader Word Count: 3,431 Summary: Your best friend finally comes to visit the compound after you join the Avengers. What starts out as a fun night out, quickly turns dire for you and Bucky. Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Feelings, Mentions of Alcohol and Drugs, PTSD/Nightmares, swearing

“AHHHH Y/N!!” You hear her before you see your best friend running towards you, not a care in the world that your entire team has also turned around to watch you two galavant towards each other like long lost sisters.

You catch Sarah in your arms and spin her around.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you’re FINALLY HERE! And you’re early! Holy shit like I can’t believe you’re finally here in New York!! Let me introduce you to the team!” You grab her arm after she starts to show hesitance in meeting the Avengers all at once.

“Are you sure they have time? I don’t want to be a bother,” she says sheepishly.

“Oh my god Sarah, I talk about you all the time! They’re just as excited to meet you, come on.” You both walk towards the team still staring at you both near the entrance to the compound doing a quick debrief of a not-so-successful mission the day before.

“Guys, this is Sarah. Sarah this is-“ she cuts you off. “I know who you guys all are. It’s so nice to meet you! I’ll stay out of the way, I promise.” Everyone grins and introduces themselves to your best friend.

Nat smiles at you both, “On the contrary, you’re coming out with us tonight! No if’s, and’s or but’s”

Sarah seems to suddenly catch a second wind from her long flight and lets out a squeal of excitement.

You’re the newest to the “official” team, even though Steve and Fury had been trying to recruit you for years. You didn’t like the idea of the world knowing about your skill set and preferred to live a quiet life back in California. Ever since moving here, you’ve felt like maybe you weren’t home yet. Everyone was so nice and welcoming, but you missed your little house hidden in the outskirts of the National Parks in California. You missed the sun, the familiar smell of your patch of paradise and the general sense of room back home. Most importantly, you missed Sarah.

You were reluctant to invite her out to New York at first, but now that things seemed to be going smoothly, you sent for her via a car and private jet thanks to one Mr. Tony Stark. He was more than happy to help you out given your fresh and maybe sometimes bumpy arrival to the Avengers.

As everyone filed inside to break away before the evening festivities, Bucky caught your arm.

After holding you back for a second he said, “Hey, I can totally hang back tonight if you’d rather just be with Sarah and the team.”

You realize what he’s getting at. He also has some lack of feeling settled at the compound. It was something you bonded over when you first arrived. You both had similar pasts, even though they were at the same time lightyears apart.

“Buck, no. I think we’re all going out to Bleaker’s tonight! What’s a better way to get to know the team than bowling, beer, smoking inside, beer, old arcade games, more beer and maybe dancing?!”

Bucky gives you a quick glare out the corner of his eye before wrapping his metal arm around your shoulders to lead you inside after everyone.

“Fiiiiiiine, but I can’t promise I’ll behave.” You giggle, but suddenly feel a couple sets of eyes on you.

“And what do we have here?,” Tony asks with a smirk across his mouth. Sarah seems to be in the middle of an engaging conversation with Steve, so you don’t seem to have an easy out of this encounter. Bucky quickly drops his arm and steps a foot away from you.

“Uh, nothing. Y/N just seemed like maybe she wasn’t feeling well.”

“But I’m fine so here we are - have you seen Sam? Nat? Wanda? I told them we should be ready in a few hours and I jus-“

“Oh for Christ’s sake guys, your secret is safe with me,” Tony winks at you knowingly. You decide to take that as the end of the conversation and rush over to join Sarah.

“So! You have muscles.” Sarah says clearly at a loss of words looking at Steve in a tight shirt.

You and Bucky share a giggle, but pull Sarah away and save her from further embarrassment.

“What the fuck did I just say?” Sarah is about as red as a tomato as you drag her upstairs away from the awkward encounter. Steve looked a little flustered as well, which you file away in the back of your brain.

“Who cares! Let’s catch up and get ready for tonight.” Sarah is your best friend for a reason. Even though it had been 6 months since you last saw each other, it was like it was yesterday. You two spend the next few hours catching up, gossiping about each other’s families, friends, ex-boyfriends, etc.

“So! How are we doing in the boi department?” You turn around and face Sarah at the inquisitive tone in her question.

“What’s that supposed to mean? I’m good, I’m… I’m doing great, I mean yeah I’m good. WHY?” You’re stuttering and you don’t even care it’s obvious you’re blushing.

“Oh, you know. I mean, I’ve only recently met a few super soldiers, but I do think I can tell the there’s a spark between one and someone else.” Sarah so wants you to spill the tea but you promised Bucky you’d keep it quiet.

“Let’s just say things are developing and whatever you’d like to take from that you may.” You both launch into a giggle fit of her guessing and you denying certain aspects of Bucky Barnes.

When Wanda wanders into your room a few hours later, she starts laughing at what she sees. “You know you two are wearing like the same thing, right?” Exchanging confused looks at each other, you reply with a “AND?!”

Sam follows in with a smirk of his own. You’re bracing for his jokes but instead says “damn, OKAY! Everyone’s looking sharp tonight. Y/N, have you seen our bionic man around? Is he coming? He better come out tonight or I swear to…”

After Sam leaves to go find Bucky, the three of you wander down to find Nat and start the evening off with a shot or two. You aren’t much of a drinker, so one is enough for you. You much rather enjoy the company of your friend Mary Jane.

The team is getting silly with each other in the kitchen and quickly the room is filled with people yelling at each other to pregame harder, laughing when Nat’s little sister challenges Sam to a chugging contest and wins.

You feel a large hand at the small of your back. You can smell his cologne and know who it is immediately.

“Well don’t you look dashing tonight Sargent Barnes.” You lean in on impulse but stop yourself just as the girls turn around to see who you’re talking to.

“I was just going to say the same thing to you, sweets.” He mumbles in your ear before removing his hand and walking over to Sam.

The alcohol decides to hit you then, leaving you feeling empty that he’s not standing next to you anymore. Neither of you had wanted to have the “conversation” but you knew you were head over heels for him.

“CABS ARE HERE” screams Sam.

“Sam. For the love of God, stop watching Jersey Shore.” Natasha jokes to him.

At the same time Steve screams, “I understood that reference!” Eye rolls are exchanged as you all make your way outside.

The atmosphere is buzzing and you’re so excited to not just be out with your team, but to also have the only bit of family you had with you as well. You finally felt at home, at peace, and were ready for a fun night out.

Bleaker’s is one of those hole-in-the-wall dive bars that from the outside seems like a hard pass, but once you’re in, there’s no other place you’d rather spend a Saturday night. It’s true it started as a bowling alley in the 60’s. That still remains. What’s newer is the arcade in the back, where the old salon used to be. Jimmy bought the space next door, blew out the wall and filled it with arcade games that sometimes work and sometimes eat your money.

After years of being regular patrons, he knows your team well. The minute you walk in, he starts up all your favorite drinks.

“Ah! My best customers! I had a feeling I’d be seeing Earth’s mightiest heroes tonight.” You line up at the bar for whatever Jimmy decides you’re drinking tonight.

“Ah yes, two vodka on the rocks for my little Russian assassins. Sam here’s your vodka red bull which I don’t think you need, but here we are. Steve! Your drink of choice: an Old Style. Wanda, a cosmo for my favorite witch. And who do we have here, Y/N?”

You’re already both in hysterics at the old man behind the bar giving everybody a hard time. “Jimmy, this is my best friend Sarah. She’s visiting from California for a few days.”

“And whatever the lady wants can be put on my tab…” Steve butts in. Sarah immediately turns red but says “well in that case I’ll have vodka soda with lime please!”

Bucky has come up behind you and now you’re both laughing and watching the two of them stare at each other like no one else is in the room.

“Oh no, what did you do Y/N?”

“Let it play out, he’s not completely tripping over his words yet, maybe he’ll finally land a good girl.” You hush to Bucky.

Jimmy stares as well in amusement. “And you two? Your usual?”

“Yes’sir!” You shout over the growing music. Jimmy hands you each a jack and Diet Coke. You tell yourself it’s okay because it’s diet, but you know that’s a bunch of bullshit.

The other great thing about Bleaker’s? The dance floor downstairs. You always joke around that it seems like a nightclub that never closes in Amsterdam or something, but you’re serious. It could be 3 pm and sunny and you’d never know. It’s in the basement, it's always dark and the music is almost always too loud.

Usually that would gross you all out, but the energy tonight is pushing you all downstairs.

You reach back and grab Bucky’s hand not really caring who sees. It’s been months of sneaking around and either everyone knows and is playing it off like they don't or you’re really good at hiding it. Regardless, you’re over hiding. Maybe showing a little PDA tonight will get him out of his shell.

Sarah and Steve are no where in sight, assuming they’re ahead of you, you follow the team downstairs.

Minutes turn into hours. Everyone is dancing, laughing, sweating, screaming the lyrics to every song, and for a little while you can forget you’re a group of superheroes, and can just be normal 30-something year-olds.

You mostly dance with Bucky and quickly realize he’s a better dancer than you thought he would be. Those moves from the 1940’s must still be relevant in some way today, because the way he's grinding up on you and not caring if anyone sees just does something to you.

You work the room, finding Sarah, Wanda, Nat, even Steve for a song before you realize you don't see Bucky. You give it a few minutes thinking maybe he is in the bathroom. After 15 minutes though, you grab Steve’s attention and motion for him to check the bathroom while you check outside.

You race to the alley where you find Jimmy on a smoke break. “Hey Jimmy, have you seen Bucky? I can’t find him.”

“Oh yeah, doll, he took off in a cab about a half hour ago. Looked real flustered, but I didn’t want to press.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You thought you felt his mood shift about an hour ago, he was becoming stiff and quiet. You thought maybe he was just drinking a lot but now you’re realizing the loud music, strobe lights and base must have been triggering him.

“Ugh I’m such a bitch,” you huff as you send Steve a S.O.S text.

You: Hey, Jimmy said he just left. I'm sure he's heading home. I'm going to go find him.

Sire Captain Rogers: Go ahead. I think Sarah and I can find something to do while you find Buck. ;)

You: Yeah I’m sure you can.

You: BEHAVE. She’s my best friend.

Sire Captain Rogers: I know Y/N, don’t worry about us. Let me know when you find him.

You lock your phone and hop in a cab back to the compound.

No one is up or around when you enter through the front. The kitchen has been cleaned up, the dishes done. Probably thanks to THURSDAY, Tony’s beta bot for “cleaning up after you assholes trash the place.”

You smirk and head for the elevators. Heading straight to Bucky’s room, you can tell his light is on but something seems off. You don’t like to use your powers on friends or in the compound, but you close your eyes and reach out with your mind to find his aura. Your eyes snap open. You don’t sense him, you just see red.

Taking this as a good excuse to break into a friend’s room, you burst into the room to find it in disarray. Everything is toppled over, broken glass is on the floor, the bathroom light is on, but all you can see is his blood on the door and the floor. You’re panicked, trying to piece together what happened.

Again, you close your eyes and reach out for the familiar energy of Bucky. You find him in your room on the floor.

“What the fuck?,” you mumble and sprint up the stairs to your apartment. You shoot Steve a text on your way up.

You: Found him, looks like a bad one. I’ll let you know if I need you.

Sir Captain Rogers: Thanks Y/N. I’m just a call away, let me know if you need anything. Night.

Upon entering, you sense he’s in distress. His heart rate is elevated, he’s incredibly sweaty and is panting like a dog.

“Bucky? Buck, it’s me, it’s Y/N.”

Bucky stirs and jumps into a defensive standing position quicker than you can blink. You flip the lights on with a “BABE. Baaabe, it’s me. It’s okay, you’re safe. We’re in the compound. You had a nightmare.”

Bucky’s eyes are wide and alarmed, but you can tell the moment he recognizes you.

Rushing over to you, he takes you into a big hug. “Oh my god. What happened? Are you okay, did I hurt you?”

“No Bucky, no I just found you a minute ago. You had another bad one, what do you need me to do right now for you?”

Bucky stands back and rubs his swollen eyes. “I need to shower, can you help me?”

Typically, this is where it gets exciting, but you knew what he means. Water grounds him. He doesn’t feel like he’s falling in water. It helps him visualize the stress washing off of him.

You help him strip and get in the shower, but before you can even take his jeans off, he jumps in and pulls you in with him. You realize how desperate he is for whatever he’s feeling to pass and your heart sinks.

You’re both standing there, almost fully clothed holding each other. This is the worst you’ve seen him in a long time.

“I’m so sorry if I ruined your night, Y/N. The base sounded like the train, the lights looked like the machine they used on me, what the fuck.”

You aren’t sure what to do so you decide to sit on the ground and pull him down with you. You position yourself behind him so his back is in your chest. Even though he’s so much larger than you, he sinks down enough for you to reach over his shoulders and hold him.

“It’s okay Barnes, just breathe with me. You’re safe. You’re with me, and we’re home. Nobody is going to touch you. I’ve got you, you won’t fall.”

You take in deep breaths so he can match your breathing.

After about 45 minutes, the hot water is out in the tank. Bucky sits forward and turns towards you. You want him to lead right now, so you don’t say anything. Neither does he, but the look in his eyes are telling you something about tonight is different.

With a soft smile on your lips, you cup his cheek until he is really looking at you. “Hun, let’s go lay down, ya? Let me help get you dried off.” Bucky hates when you fuss over him, so when he doesn’t argue, you know to be extra gentle with him.

After getting him up and out of the shower, you think skin-to-skin contact doesn’t seem sexual right now, it feels intimate in a grounding sense, and you know that’s exactly what he needs right now. Bucky seems dazed, almost like he got hit too hard in the head. You yourself are of course a tad over-served, and are quickly realizing the adrenaline of this entire situation is rubbing off.

You get Bucky into bed and turn to make sure his phone is plugged in and that he has a glass of water, but he grabs your wrist before you can move away. “Just leave it, it’s fine.”

“Buck, just let me-“ he grabs your wrist harder.

“Y/N. Please just stay here. Please.”

The entire time you’ve been together, he’s done a lot of things but begging you for anything is not one of them. Suddenly the phone and whatever hell else you were doing doesn’t seem important anymore.

You climb into your usual spot next to him and decide maybe you’ll try to get him to open up. The moment the back of your head hits the pillow, Bucky is facing you. His pleading eyes seem like they want to tell you everything that’s going on in his head, but you know pushing him to talk will just make the nightmares come flooding back too soon.

Instead, you decide to lay on your back and pull him to lay on your chest.

“Just listen to my heart beat, Bucky.” You hear him take a deep breath and settle into your chest.

You start and stop yourself from trying to say something comforting. You’re terrified to say the wrong thing at such a crucial moment. Typically these bad episodes are reserved for a Steve house call. You realize as he’s settling into a comfortable position that he hasn’t asked you to call Steve yet. Bucky trusts you in a way you didn’t realize until now.

You don’t know when, but you start humming the first calming song that comes in your head.

I’ll be seeing you In all the old familiar places That this heart of mine embraces All day through

Bucky picks his head up to look at you. Oh fuck.

“Where did you hear that song?,” he says to you with shiny eyes.

“You sing it all the time when you’re concentrating. I looked it up and added it to my ‘bath time/relax’ playlist. I didn't know Billie Holliday was a favorite of yours."

Bucky was looking at you like maybe this was the first time he saw you, like really saw you. “My mom used to sing that around the house when she was missing my dad.”

“Oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t know. I can hum a diff-“ you’re cut off with the most searing kiss Bucky has ever given you. He’s crying when he pulls back to look at you again. “Will you keep singing it?”

In that small cafe The park across the way The children's carousel That chestnut tree, the wishing well

By the time you finish the second verse, he has physically relaxed in your arms. You continue rubbing your hand up and down his back and shoulder, stopping to play with his long hair every once in a while.

I'll be seeing you In every lovely summer's day In every thing that's light and gay I'll always think of you that way

“I forgot how much I love hearing this song sung around me.” Bucky whispers so quietly you almost miss it.

I'll find you in the morning sun And when the night is new I'll be looking at the moon But I'll be seeing you…

You stop your caressing when you feel him sit up on one arm.

He leans down to kiss you but stops short to whisper “I love you Y/N.” You kiss him back and wrap your arms around his shoulders, and when you say “I love you too, Bucky,” you’ve never been more sure of something in your life.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #marvel fanfiction #bucky fluff #steve rogers

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21skhf4 · 2 years

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5 times you wore B’s clothes on accident + the one time you did on purpose: +1, On Purpose: He asks you to wear his jersey

Ever since he’d caught you wearing his sweatshirt the first time (when you were cold), Brandon had wanted to see you wear his jersey at one of his games. But he was one of those people who believed in that meaning something. You two were roommates, but that wasn’t something a roommate did- that was what a girlfriend did. You two weren’t dating (and in fact, you were still dating that guy from your math class), so he hadn’t said anything. He’d just take the moments he could get.

And then the break up had happened. He had been there for you, getting you ice cream, and holding you as you cried. He made sure you ate and took care of yourself, even when you didn’t want to. He knew you needed time, and he gave you as much as you needed.

Things had continued as normal- you shared cooking duties, but now most weekends, you were in leggings and one of his shirts, if you didn’t have anywhere to be. You were enjoying it almost as much as he was.

Of course, he hadn’t made a move yet, still giving you your space. You finally decided you were going to have to be the one to get him thinking along those lines of boyfriend/girlfriend. Cue the sweatshirt to the game. It had the intended effect, and he had admitted he wanted you to wear his clothes to the games. He still didn’t ask you out though, so you decided it was time to take matters into your own hands.

You finally made your move a couple weeks later. You had gone with Brandon to a party after the game. You’d only had a couple drinks, but it had given you the courage you needed. “We should go on a date sometime.” You said as you two walked into your house. Saying those words quickly sobered you up though, and you’d bolted for your room, thinking you’d messed it all up. You weren’t sure what to expect the next morning; it surely wasn’t Brandon making you breakfast and asking if you were free the next weekend so you could go out. From there, you had slowly worked on a relationship; you’d played “Call It What You Want” in the car one time, and the next thing you knew, you were getting a necklace with his initial on it. (You already had one with his number- that was the first thing he’d given you, since you were wanting to wear his hockey gear in public all the time- you could deal with the teasing his teammates gave you, but sometimes you wanted to wear a dress, but still have him with you.)

Today, he seemed super nervous as he sat in the living room. You finally looked over and asked, “You ok B?”

“Yeah.” he said. You were about to ask him what had him so jumpy when he blurted out, “Wear my jersey.”

“What?” You stopped what you were thinking.

“Would you wear my jersey?” he asked. “I’m like a huge believer in the traditional ‘girl wears guy’s jersey’ thing, but only when they’re together. I wanted to ask you to do it so many times, but they never felt right, until now.” He pulled out a jersey, with his name and number on it, in your size of course. “I have one in your size, or if you want, you can wear my spare.”

“Which one do you want me to wear?” You asked, clearly knowing the answer.

“I’d like it to be mine.” He admitted.

“Then give it here. I’ll save that one for watching the away games at home.” You pointed to the one he’d bought. You put on his jersey, and gave him a kiss for good luck. “See you after the game. Good luck babe.”

They won that night (he scored the go-ahead goal), and as you went home, you couldn’t help but notice the bouncing tension in his leg. “You ok?”

“Fine.” he said. His voice was a little off, but you couldn’t place it. That was until you made it through the doorway and he pinned you to the wall.

“You look so hot in my jersey.” He said, giving you a kiss. “It was all I could think about tonight.”

“Well, come on. You did score the game-winning goal.” You said, heading towards his room, dragging him by the hand. “I think that deserves a celebration.”

The next morning, you came downstairs in his shirt and messy hair. “Good morning sunshine.” He teased, handing over a cup of coffee. “Laundry day. You gonna wear my sweats again?”

“Think you can keep your hands off of me if I do?”

“I make no promises.”

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allzelemonz · 3 years

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Mr. Mayor: Vlad Masters X NSG Reader

Decided to make it gender neutral despite the request because I love Vlad and I know other boys and enbys do too. Also made the reader Jack Fenton’s sibling because I think there’s a slap in the face situation part 2 later on.

Visiting your brother’s family was always great. Jack rambled on about something ghost related while Jazz caught you up on her academic successes and Maddie told you about the big new events you’d missed since visiting last. Your favorite part of the visit was taking Danny to hang out. Your nephew was your favorite, not that you’d ever say it out loud.

So taking Danny to the Nasty Burger to meet with his friends was right in your wheelhouse. Sam and Tucker seemed like really nice kids. You admired Sam’s taste in the weird things and Tucker’s understandable love for technology. In talking to the kids you remembered what Maddie had told you.

“So, the new mayor, not your favorite person?” You looked around at the high schooler's faces.

“He tried to make us wear school uniforms, started a curfew at four o’clock, and we almost lost the Nasty Burger.” Danny explained.

“Does he have some sort of vendetta against you or something?” You asked as you went to take a bite of a fry.

The teens looked at you skeptically. As if you knew something you weren’t supposed to.

“What?” You looked around. “Am I missing something?”

“He’s just a bad guy, that’s all.” Sam clarified.

“He’s the guy that’s been chasing after Danny’s mom since they were in college, other than that he never seemed that bad.” You set down the fry you were never going to get the chance to eat. “He and Jack always spent summers between semester doing stupid ghost expermments in th attic.”

“So you knew him before…” Danny stopped himself from finishing.

“Before?”

“Before college?” Tucker filled questioningly.

“Yeah, yeah, you knew him from when my dad went to college?”

“Not really.” You answered. “Just caught glimpses of him. I was in high school so I didn’t really pay attention to what Jack did.” You shrugged. “He seemed nice, but he stopped coming over so often for some reason.”

Once again the teens looked at each other as if they knew something special.

“All right, who wants to tell me?” You broke their little staring contest.

“Tell you what?” Tucker spoke in more of a series of squeaks rather than words.

“Yeah, there’s nothing to tell.” Sam covered.

You turned to Danny. “Nephew.”

He gulped and let out a nervous laugh. “It’s like Sam said, he’s just a really bad guy now.”

“Explain.”

The look of a disappointed (Aunt/Uncle/Auncle-This is the most common gender neutral term I’ve found) was something that could move mountains. Danny shifted in his seat clearly trying to come up with a convincing lie.

“Daniel, tell me.” You narrowed your brows and the kid looked white as a ghost.

Hold on, no. His hand was gone. The one that was resting on the table. Gone.

“Is this a ghost thing?” You asked.

Danny looked down at his hand and tried to play it off as if it was just a weird angle. It didn’t work. With all the nervous muttering and poorly formed excuses it was obvious they were lying.

“You’re half ghost?” It was hard to believe, but it was the only thing that the kids didn’t sound like they were lying about.

“Yes, just keep your voice down.” Danny warned. “Vlad is half ghost too, that’s how he became mayor and got all of his money.”

“So he’s bad because he played to his strengths?” You muttered to yourself.

You gathered up the trash around the table.

“Why don’t you introduce me to him, Danny. I’m sure he’s not that bad of a guy.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Sam chimed in.

“I may be related to Jack Fenton, but that doesn’t mean I’m an idiot.” You looked at Danny who seemed to forget that he could do ghostly things and was trying to hide in his shirt. “Come on, Danny.”

Reluctantly Danny left his friends to introduce you to his arch nemesis. A fourteen year old with an arch nemesis and it had to be your nephew. Town hall was busy, but that’s what town halls are like. Danny helped you walk through a few walls until you were outside of Vlad’s office. The fact that your nephew could just walk through walls was going to take some getting used to. Danny opened the door to see a rather handsome man sitting at a large desk with a fluffy white cat in his lap. He looked up at the sound of the door clicking open.

“Why Daniel, to what do I owe the pleasure?” His voice had a calming effect.

“My (Aunt/Uncle/Auncle) wanted to meet you.” Danny seemed tense in the way he spoke. “I’ll be at home.’ He muttered to you before leaving the room.

You closed the door as he left.

“Good to meet you Mr. Masters, I’m (Y/n), Jack’s (Brother/Sister/Sibling).”

“Oh, yes, I remember seeing you around.” Vlad recalled. “Please sit.”

You did so, taking the seat across from him.

“I wanted to meet you because I’d always been a fan of your work.”

“Oh, thank you, it's always nice to meet a fan.”

“And because I never got the chance to really meet you when you and Jack were friends.”

“I must say, I do regret not meeting you sooner.” Vlad leaned forward and rested his chin in his hands. The cat scurried away to a small tower by the window.

“Why did you and Jack stop talking?” You asked.

“Oh, college passed and we went separate ways.” He waved off the issues.

“That’s it?”

“Well, I used to have a bit of jealousy toward he and Maddie, but I feel it passing more and more with each word.”

“Each what?”

“Each day.” Vlad corrected himself.

“Right…” Your eyes wandered to the framed Packers jersey on his wall. “You’re a Packers fan?”

“Why yes.” Vlad smiled fondly at the jersey. “I’ve tried to buy the team itself, but no luck.”

“I’ve always been a bit of a fan, and I love the jersey.” You complemented.

“Say, would you like to accompany me to a game this season?”

You blushed red. A very attractive man just asked you to go to your favorite team's game.

“I, uh, I’d love to.”

“I have my own box, bottle service and all of the perks.” He bragged. “Afterall someone with your looks deserves nothing less.”

You let out a nervous half laugh. “Thank you, Mr. Masters.”

“Oh, please, Vlad.” He insisted.

“Right, Vlad.”

The name rolled off your tongue in such a pleasant way. Jack might kill you for this, but come on.

“If you’d like we go for dinner tonight as well.” Vlad offered.

“Sure.” You answered right away.

After having to interrogate Danny and his friends you realized you never really got to eat.

“Shall we then?” Vlad waited by you with his arm out to take.

You walked with him to a limo reserved just for the mayor. He sat next to you and gave great conversation. You discussed the Packers, politics of Amity Park, and personal preferences. Dinner was much of the same, but with more food. Vlad wasn’t like Danny had said. He was a gentleman. He may have acquired his money by not-so-legal means, but he was a nice guy.

The ride home was more conversation. Vlad bought the ticket to the game he’d promised and inquired about why you were in Amity Park.

“It was just time to visit, catch up with Jazz and Danny.” You explained. “I try to tune out Jack, he calls every week or so anyway.”

“And how long will you be staying in our fair city?”

“Around a week.”

“And I couldn’t persuade you to stay any longer?” Vlad offered.

“I, uh, I don’t know.” You thought. “Maybe.”

“There is a position open at city hall if it interests you.” He met your eyes. “I’d be happy to pull some string to keep you around.”

“I wouldn’t mind that.” You nodded along.

You hadn’t noticed how close the two of you were. Until Vlad’s hand was already cupping your cheek. He gave you a moment to react before he leaned in and pressed your lips together. It was a sweet kiss, timid. As if he hadn’t done it in a long time.

You scooted closer to him on the seat and wrapped your arms around him, one of your hands finding his pony tail to play with. Vlad rested his other hand on your side and pulled you a bit closer. You pressed further and intensified the kiss. Vlad obliged and kept the pace, kissing you with as much passion.

The car came to a stop and made you both separate. Time was cut short.

“I suppose I’ll see you soon?”

“Of course.”

“Lunch tomorrow?”

“I’d love to.”

Vlad opened the door for you to step out and gave you one last smile before the car drove away. You were definitely going to see him again.

#Danny Phantom #vlad plasmius #Vlad Masters #vlad masters x reader #vlad masters x male reader #vlad masters x female reader #x reader #x male reader #x gender neutral reader #vlad masters x gender neutral reader

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uwuwriting · 4 years

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Sakusa and Ushijima seeing their wife and child at their game.

Request: UM EXCUSE ME BUT DAD PRO PLAYERS ARE A MUST HAVE IN MY LIFE. I know you haven’t done anything with dads yet but maybe Skusa and Ushijima seeing their wife and child at one of their game. It’s a surprise though so they don’t expect it. THANK YOU!

OMG ANON THIS IS AN AMAZING ASK. I have another dad related ask which I’ll get to later this week I hope *or maybe next week*. I haven’t written Sakusa before so I’m sorry if he’s a little OOC. Hope you like it. Love yaa.💖💖💖

rules

warnings: fluff

characters are aged up

Sakusa Kiyoomi

-How did you manage to end up with a child from this man?

-I mean mister germaphobe here actually slept with someone? And got her pregnant?

-In all seriousness he would do anything for you and his son.

-From the moment he was born, Oomi was wrapped around his little finger.

-Not being able to see you two as much as he wants leads to him being kind of a push over with both of you.

-He will shower you with affection after sanitizing you, the house, your son and himself giving you as any kisses as possible and then cuddling you during the night, holding you as close as possible.

-As for your son...he will be spoiled from sunrise to nightfall.

-He wants a new volleyball even though he has 3? Done.

-He wants a toy that he saw at some random store? Done.

-You’ll have to talk to Oomi about it since you are starting to become the bad guy since you are the one who says NO every once in a while.

-Poor man wants to make up for lost time.

-Your son has gotten into volleyball of course, even at the early age of five he already trains with his dad whenever he can.

-So when Oomi has a game that isn’t in another country your son is ecstatic.

- “Daddy’s game is in Tokyo this time! It’s not that far! Can we go please????”

-You wanted to go yourself, it had been ages since you had seen one of his games in person.

-So you agreed under the condition that he keep it a secret.

- “Let it be a surprise for daddy hm?”

-Once Oomi left for the match you went to your bedroom and put one your Black Jackals n. 15 jersey.

-Then you went to your son’s room finding him struggling to put on his makeshift MSBY 15 jersey that his dad bought him for Christmas.

-You helped him and you were out the door in no time.

-Entering the gym you took your seats in the bleachers and waited for the match to begin.

-Usually you would text or call Sakusa to wish him good luck but not this time.

-And boy did it affect him.

-He was so grumpy during warm up until he heard a very familiar squeal when they stepped on the court and were getting into receiving position.

-Looking at the bleachers he immediately spotted you, holding your son in your arms both of you adorning his number.

-He was filled with so much determination and giddiness that it was a shocker to Atsumu who saw his teammate smile for the first time.

-After a successful game, he will rush home accompanied by the two of you, listening to his son rambling on about what he saw and what he wanted to learn.

-He will shower doing his usual routine of sanitizing and cleansing his skin from germs with the power of the gods before scooping both of you up and cuddling you on the couch.

-He thanks you for going to his game because you pushed him to give his all.

-Might promise his son to take him to his practice the next day.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

-Our baby Toshi here has wanted to start a family with you for so long.

-Since you graduated high school and moved in together to be exact.

-He knows however that his occupation keeps him away from home a lot and he wouldn’t want to raise a child who doesn’t know him.

-He wants to be there for everything.

-So when you announce a few years later that you’re pregnant he is almost panicking.

-He has to be here for everything.

-You sit down and talk things through agreeing and making compromises, finally getting to the exciting part that was that you were having a baby!!

-Fast forward five years later and now you are a mother of two.

-A five year old boy who has you hair and his eyes.

-And a three year old girl who has his hair and your eyes.

-They are literally a mix match result of the both of you.

-Despite their age they are both crazy over volleyball, practicing with their dad when he doesn’t have practice and even attending his practices running around catching balls.

-They are adorable to say the least.

-Toshi is there for the majority of the important moments and he spends all his free time with them, trying to make up for lost time.

-They always accompany you to the airport to say goodbye no matter the time and are always with you to meet him when he comes back.

-Facetime before going to bed is a must if you want them to sleep in their beds, otherwise they’ll take over your bed and basically kick you out.

- “We didn’t talk to daddy!” your daughter would say with a pout that looked too much like your own.

- “Yeah and now you lose bed privileges.” your son would add before hopping onto the bed.

-At first you thought they were kidding but when they wouldn’t budge you had to call Wakatoshi and complain about your kids’ bullying.

-He would of course laugh at first and then ask to see them.

-So yeah.. they are overly attached to him.

-It makes you jealous at times.

-So when a game was close to your house the kids started acting more like angels than ever.

-They would do whatever you wanted and not question you.

-That’s how you knew that they wanted to go to the game.

-You see your kids had two modes 1) I’ll help you drive mom crazy and 2) don’t you dare breath in my direction.

-So when they both wanted the same thing mode n. 1 is in constant affect and you’re kinda scared of how easily they work together when they want to.

-You surprise them with shirts with their dad’s jersey number as you yourself are wearing one of his older jerseys.

-Now your daughter prefers your shirt and will ask if there’s another one which she can wear as a dress but sadly there isn’t (she would also look like a potato sack with Ushijima’s huge shirt one her).

-When you get to your seats the match is starting and your son is scanning the other team as they serve.

-Both Ushijima children follow the ball with such concentration like wow.

-Then the ball falls on the opposite side and dad Ushijima is going for a serve.

-Both of them are screaming/chanting for their dad and you were certain that they were they were the loudest in the gym.

-Ushijima looks at them( he spots them immediately no matter where he is )and gives them a soft smile, his whole body swelling with bride and fuzziness.

-The whole game continues with the two of them cheering and you laughing next to them as you see how terrified some of the opponents are.

-True Ushijima strength right here.

-After the game its ice cream and a family outing because he is just so happy and proud he could combust.

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2jaeh · 3 years

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Misadventures | Mark Lee

Genre: Fluff, humor, happy ending

Slight nudity (underwear as bathing suits),

Shy!Mark, best friend! Jungwoo

You are partnered up on camp with two of the worst campers in the group - Mark Lee and Kim Jungwoo. Your only goal was to finish the scavenger hunt while Marks goal was to tell you how he really felt about you.

Jungwoo also has ulterior motives to help his best friend Ofcourse.

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“Do you have my cap ? I know you do give it back!”

“Why the hell would I have your cap Mark Lee ?”

“Jungwoo, don’t annoy me I swear I’ll-“

The two bickering boys were interrupted by their camp counselor opening their cabin door and shook his head in disappointment.

“Fighting again ?” The counselor asked as he kicked the clothes that had been lying all over the floor to the side.

Jungwoo smiled Angelically and shook his head as Mark scowled at him finally grabbing the desired cap from Jungwoos hands.

“Well you guys were late for the scavenger meeting and we have already sorted the teams” The counselor explained and handed them the scavenger list “you’re teaming up with y/n and I expect you to behave, you guys aren’t kids.”

“He started it” Mark groaned until he registered what the camp counselor had just said to him. “Did you just say o-our partner is y/n ?”

The camp counselor just chuckled and made his way out of the cabin.

Jungwoo peeped over Marks shoulder as he read through the scavenger list. This was what your university department decided on doing for your orientation. No small games in the lecture room or trust exercises on the soccer field, instead they dragged you all to the middle of the woods to sing around a campfire.

“How are we gonna do an hour long scavenger hunt with y/n when you can’t even say more than three words to her?” Jungwoo burst into a fit of laughter while Mark felt his throat dry up.

“I-I can talk to her” he finally spoke up and placed his baseball cap on his head, low enough for the brim to touch his spectacles.

Jungwoo threw his arm around his best friend as they exited the cabin.

“Well if you don’t make her a move on her today I will”

Before Mark could shove Jungwoo into the nearest bush he noticed you walking toward them looking quite uninterested in the task at hand.

“Hey” you simply said as you adjusted the backpack on your shoulder and shared glances with both of the boys.

“H-heyy what’s up” Mark said as he did an awkward wave he immediately regretted.

“Hey y/n would you like me to carry your bag ? It might tire you out as we walk” Jungwoo asked enthusiastically knowing very well Mark was shooting him a glare.

“Nah” you replied and handed your bag to Mark “Mark can carry it and Jungwoo you do the checklist.”

You handed him the notebook the camp counselor gave you earlier and took the scavenger list from Jungwoo.

“Closest thing on the list is a pinecone, there’s a bunch of them over at the lunch area”

Mark and Jungwoo both nodded and followed you over to the building while playfully shoving each other as usual.

You picked up the fresh pinecone and tossed it over to Mark. His reflexes acted quickly, proud of himself that he was able to keep it cool around you these days.

Mark had liked you since first year. He would try absolutely anything and everything to sit near you during lectures, try to join your group projects and even bought you a gift for your birthday - that he was too scared to give to you in the end.

“Pinecone down, next is a palm tree leaf - What? Why ?” You frowned and Mark couldn’t help but smile at your cute reaction.

“I saw palm trees at the little waterfall just up that path” Jungwoo pointed to the tiny trail that disappeared into the woods.

“A-are you sure ?” Mark quizzed and noticed that no students were in that direction.

“I’m sure ! Let’s go!” Jungwoo skipped over to the path as his blond hair bounced along to the rhythm.

The three of you walked along the path in silence except for the occasional humming that eminated from Jungwoo. Eventually you reached a clearing and a waterfall that cascaded slowly against the small mountain side and down to the pool of water.

“Jungwoo I don’t see palm trees here” you looked around while walking over to the pool.

“Yeah I lied about that”

“What??” Mark and You spoke in unison and shared a glance.

“What do you mean you lied ? Dude ?” Mark sighed and removed his cap.

“This whole scavenger thing is stupid why are we even doing this ? We’re engineering students! “ Jungwoo groaned and threw the notebook onto the slightly wet grass.

You threw your head back and closed your eyes in annoyance. All you wanted was this trip to be over and you had to get paired with a guy who never talks and one that never shuts up.

“I brought you guys here because this is where I hid during those math games and I got away with it!” Jungwoo placed his arms around both you and Mark,

“Let’s just forget this stupid scavenger hunt and have fun huh ?”

You and Mark watched as Jungwoo kicked off his shoes and ripped off his shirt eventually slipping out of his shorts and now just sporting a pair of black boxers.

Jungwoo threw up a peace sign and you watched as he proceeded to fling his body into the pool.

“He’s f*cking crazy....” Mark mumbled.

“If you can’t beat him join him right ?” You winked and Mark gulped as he watched you walk over to the edge of the pool and unbutton your jeans.

His eyes darted to the floor, to Jungwoo to wherever he could look that wouldn’t allow him to panic. But he couldn’t help but watch how you freely got undressed to your sports bra and matching underwear.

He felt his palms become sweaty and his cheeks heat up as you looked back at him.

“Are you not going to come in ?”

“Uhm y-yeah yeah” was all he could reply and watched as you jumped into the pool and resurfaced beautifully.

Mark fiddled with his glasses before finally mustering up the courage to drop the backpack and remove his shirt. He felt the cool breeze hit his skin and the faint laughter of you and Jungwoo immediately making him feel insecure again.

“Hurry up will you ?” Jungwoo groaned and splashed a bit of water on Mark.

“Hey! You’re gonna get my clothes wet man” Mark complained and took a step back.

“Mark we will close our eyes we won’t peak” he heard you giggle and watched as you covered your eyes.

Sighing he finally took off his jeans and breathed in deeply before jumping into the turquoise water.

When he finally surfaced he noticed that he was facing you and he immediately looked away and crossed his arms over his body shyly.

All you wanted to do was make him feel comfortable around you so you decided to splash him playfully to which he responded back.

The three of you went to war with water and Mark was finally brave enough to get closer to you, teaming up as you took on Jungwoo.

“ok ok time out I’m need to go the bathroom” Jungwoo yelled and threw his hands in the air.

“Well you better not do it in here” you raised an eyebrow.

“Y/n I’m not a savage okay and besides I want to grab my speaker from my cabin anyways, I’ll take the scavenger list just in case the feds catch me.”

Jungwoo shot the two of you a dashing smirk and quickly used his jersey to dry himself off and put on the rest of his clothes, making his way back down the path.

“What a psychopath” Mark shook his head.

“He’s your best friend” you chuckled, “that says a lot about you too.”

Mark shook his head shyly and pushed his wet hair out of his eyes.

“Why are you so shy of me Mark Lee ?” You smirked.

“Me ? Uh I’m uh not shy of you”

“Sure youre not” you playfully rolled your eyes and floated on your back around him.

Mark watched as you closed your eyes and smiled cutely as your body moved around him, swaying along with the small waves.

“Well because I’ve liked you for the longest time” Mark spoke quietly still watching you float “you’re always so carefree and busy that I felt I was way too out of your league you know.”

Your eyes fluttered open and you stood up to face Mark, close enough to hear him gulp at your sudden movement.

You caressed his cheek and kissed his lips softly, smiling into it as his body stood frozen at your touch. Pulling away you looked up at his bright, innocent eyes and felt his arms finally find the small of your back and bring you back into the kiss.

He moved his lips slowly against yours, allowing you to lead the kiss as you reached up to throw your arms around his neck and twirl his hair with your fingertips.

Despite his shyness you were surprised when he softly bit your lip and smirked into the kiss as your tongues danced with one another.

It finally happened. The shy boy you always noticed in class that you thought just wasn’t interested in you , actually felt the same way you did.

“I can’t believe I have a crush on Mark Lee” you chuckled.

“Hey it’s not that bad” Mark whined cutely as he moved your hair back into place.

“It is pretty bad actually” you heard a voice say from behind and looked up as Jungwoo pulled the most disgusted face as the two of you laughed.

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nadisabug · 3 years

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Pairing: Oikawa Tooru x fem! reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: cursing, hurt no comfort

Word Count: 1.5 k

Summary: You and Tooru have been friends for a long time. Too bad you want more than that, and too bad that you never will be.

A/N: so this is based off of one of my favorite love songs of all time Bizzare Love Triangle (YT link for non spootify folk) and I felt like it fit so well for Oikawa I just ✊😔 love him. thinking about a part 2 lmk what yall think

Also thank you so much to @snoozless for beta-ing!! Go check her out!!!!!!

Haikyuu Masterlist // Love Song Event Masterlist

“What’s got you down, shittykawa?” Hajime finally asks. “You’re being more annoying than usual.”

“She broke up with me,” Tooru answered.

“Oh,” Hajime eloquently responded. “That’s rough, buddy.”

“Yeah,” Tooru sighed. “I really liked her...” he added on softly. It looked like he really meant it too. He quickly shook his head and smiled at Hajime. “Nevermind that though, you want to have a post-break-up hangout?”

Hajime scrunched up his nose. “No.”

“Awww, come on Hajime, I am hurting,” Tooru whined.

“I’ve got homework.”

Tooru deflated before lighting up with a sudden realization. “What about Y/n? She brought the greatest junk food last time!” He quickly pulled out his phone to text you.

Hajime frowned. “Watch what you eat, we have practice tomorrow.” He paused hesitantly. “On second thought, why don’t I hang out with you instead?”

Tooru waved his hand. “No, you’re a buzzkill. Plus, you’ve got homework, remember?

Everytime I see you falling / I get down on my knees and pray / I’m waiting for that final moment / You say the words I can’t say

You frown when you look at your phone. You had just gotten out of the shower; you didn’t have time before school so you decided to take one after. You had heard the chime while you were playing music in the shower, but you didn’t expect what you got.

You opened Hajime’s first, since he had only sent you one message. It was just one word. Sorry. You were confused until you finally opened Tooru’s messages. There were three in total.

Hey, my girlfriend broke up with me ( ≧Д≦)

Come comfort me? σ(≧ε≦ｏ)

Bring snacks like last time（人･ω･) ?

You threw your phone onto your bed and dug the heels of your hands into your eyes. Could you do this again? You weren’t sure you could. Not with the heart-shattering crush you have had on this boy. Maybe if you were a normal friend, a good friend, you could. But you weren’t. You were a horrible friend. A horrible, terrible person that loved her friend.

And that’s all you were. A friend.

So no, you couldn’t do it.

You were about to text him that you were busy when a text message came in from him. It was just one word. It was just one fucking word, but it nearly had you in tears when you read it.

Yeah, you were a horrible friend.

You grabbed your jacket and your purse, getting ready to go. You texted your family that you were going to your friend’s house and left.

It was just one word.

please

You stopped at a convenience store on your way to his house. You grabbed all of his favorites, and some of your own. You were going to need them to get through this.

You knew the way to his house well. Your parents were coworkers, and most of all friends. They had many dinners at both your house and his house, pushing you guys to become close friends. You went through a rough spot in middle school where you couldn’t stand his arrogant ass, but as time passed you grew to love him more than you had anyone before.

But that’s neither here nor there.

The point is that you felt like you understood him. At least you thought you did.

When you got to his house, you could hear the music playing from the sidewalk. Loud, screeching singing accompanied it.

“No, I don’t want no scrub. A scrub is a guy who can’t get no love from me-”

You stormed up to the door and threw it open, knowing he wouldn’t lock if you were on the way.

“Tooru Oikawa you turn that shit down,” you yelled. “Are you trying to get a noise complaint?”

His only response was a gleeful, “Y/n!” And to rush at you and pick you up in his arms. He spun you around and for a second, just for a second, you relaxed into his hold and soaked in his presence.

You were a horrible friend.

You shook yourself out of it and started trying to wiggle out of his grip.

“Oikawa, put me down!”

“Not until you say my name,” he responded, caging you in more.

“Fine,” you relented quickly, the smell of his cologne starting a buzz in your head. “Tooru. Now put me-”

“Oh! What did you bring me?” Tooru grinned and snatched up the bags you were holding. You sighed and watched as he scampered down into his domain, the basement.

You quickly located the origin of the noise, a waterproof speaker sitting on the kitchen counter, and shut it off. Leaving it there, you locked the door and joined Tooru in his room.

His room was more of a den, a spacious area that represented everything that was him. There were the expected music posters and family pictures, but what dominated the room was volleyball. He had trophies on shelves, jerseys hung up, pictures of himself midair- the whole yard.

His room didn’t feel cluttered or messy, just full. His bed was a full size mattress on the floor with no bed frame with a light blue set covers pulled taught over it. He had a two person, suede couch in the middle of the room facing the TV against the wall. His closet was a clothes rack neatly placed in one corner with jerseys, jackets, and shirts hanging from it. He had a dresser and a nightstand, a few other odds and ends; it was a basic room. But to you, it was more than that. He rarely let people down here, the only ones who you knew of (besides family) that had been down here were Hajime and yourself. It was a sign of vulnerability and trust for him to so freely let you into his room.

Or maybe you were an idiot and reading too much into it.

Either way you loved being in his room. It absolutely reeked of his cologne, but you couldn't think of a better smell.

Tooru was on the couch already digging into the milk bread you had bought.

“This break-up wasn’t Driver’s Licence worthy?” You commented. You walked over to the couch and picked up his gangly legs and sat down, placing them back on your lap.

“As if,” Tooru scoffed with a full mouth. He swallowed, and then took another bite so that he could talk with his mouth full. He knew that you hated that, so he made sure to do it. “I only played it last time because she was a good kisser and the song is an actual fucking bop.”

The thought of Tooru kissing other girls ran through your mind. You felt a familiar pang in your chest, but did your best to ignore it. You worked even harder not to think about how good of a kisser Tooru would be. (Definitely amazing)

“So your back-up is No Scrubs?” You scoffed. You leaned over and grabbed one of your favorite snacks and began to dig in.

Tooru picked up the remote and switched on the TV. “Yeah, felt like it matched the mood.”

“Are you not even upset in the slightest?”

“Of course I am!” He shouted in mock offense. “I may need comfort,” he held out his hands in a grabby motion.

You rolled your eyes and complied, scooting closer to him. He took that inch and forced a mile from you by pulling you all the way into his lap. He placed you so that you were laying on your side against him, your legs intertwined with his.

“Oikawa!” You huffed and tried to sit up. Your heart was beating too fast and too loud and you prayed he couldn’t hear it.

“No!” He cried. “I need cuddles to heal!”

“I don’t give a shit about you healing-”

“Yes, you do. Otherwise you wouldn’t be here,” Tooru cut you off.

You didn’t have a response to that.

So you let him hold you and relaxed into his chest. Tooru flipped through a couple channels before he picked a movie. Surprisingly, it was one of your favorites.

“Why don’t we watch something you like,” you protested.

“I do like this show. Now sh, it's starting.”

You lied there and began to slip into a daydream. One where Tooru wasn’t platonically holding you, but really doing it because secretly he loved you. Where you still went to his games, but you were the one wearing his jersey. Where you lean up and kiss him on the jaw just because you can-

You looked up and saw tears staining Tooru’s cheeks.

Yeah, you were a horrible person that loved her friend.

But at least you weren’t the reason for his tears.

And in that moment, you resolved that you never would be. Even if it meant never telling him.

Besides, you could wait. You could do anything if it was for him.

So you did.

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hidden-otaku-stuff · 3 years

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Different but the Same (pt. 18)

tw: possessiveness, cursing, an emotional breakdown, mentions of bullying/gossiping, very brief mention of cat-boys

Word count: 4.8k

Rating: R18+/M

Omegaverse AU, Rating: 18+/M

Pairings: Iwaizumi x fem!reader, Ushijima x fem!reader

Summary: An unexpected encounter at the Inter-High tournament tossed you into a whirlwind. Being tugged between two males, two different packs, who will reign supreme in this battle for your heart?

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ch 18: Normalcy

“C’mon!”

“Tendou, where are we going?” She whined, stumbling as the middle-blocker dragged her arm. “I have to go to the office.”

“You can go later,” he replied as they approached the volleyball gym.

“Oi, why are you taking me here?” She squeaked, tripping. “I’m not supposed to be at practice until Wednesday!” Tendou shrugged, ignoring her protests as he threw the door open. The lights flickered on, revealing the Shiratorizawa pack. Goshiki’s face was flushed as his hands shook, bowing steeply at the sight of the Omega. The others grinned. Semi was wearing a party hat, a party horn perched on his pink lips. The others were just smiling at her, all wearing an assorted mess of party hats.

“Surprise!”

Her jaw dropped. “You boys didn’t have to do this for me!”

(Name) looked up at Semi who offered her a lopsided grin before he ruffled her hair.

“Don’t be like that (Name). Of course we did.”

She squealed, throwing herself into Semi’s arms - ignoring the flicker of irritation and jealousy that spiked through her mark - burying her face into his chest. “Thank you, thank you!”

Semi grunted, holding her while his cheeks flushed. “It wasn’t just me,” he muttered. “Tendou planned most of it.”

Her (e/c) eyes landed on Tendou, detaching herself from Semi before hurling herself into Tendou’s arms. “No wait!” Tendou squawked, dropping the boxed gift in his arms in favour of holding her. (Name) giggled loudly, the chimes filling the Shiratorizawa gym.

Immediately, everyone felt at ease. The crease in Shirabu’s forehead straightened out, Taichi had a pleasant smile on his face. Yamagata was teasing Reon over one thing or another, a wide grin breaching his face.

(Name) giggled, tears welling up in her eyes at the sight of all these familiar and happy faces around her. She had been scared - petrified even - that the boys would leave her once the whole mess between her and the pack’s head Alpha had occurred. She was grateful that they still wanted to be around her. Her thoughts were interrupted as Goshiki bounded up to her, cheeks dyed a cherry red as he held a box in his hands.

“What’s this for, Goshiki-kun?” She tilts her head.

A shiver shoots down Goshiki’s spine as he bows and holds out the box to the Omega. “F-for you!”

She opens the box carefully, eyes widening at the splotches of maroon and white fabric. Her hands shake slightly as she pulls it out, fingers tracing the soft fabric. “This, this is-” she whispers, heart humming.

“We made it. All of us,” Semi supplied, appearing behind Goshiki. He helps her unfold the blanket, pointing at the various patches on the quilt. “This patch was from me,” he grins as he taps on the square with a guitar and their silhouettes on it.

“And me!” Tendou did a little wiggle of a dance when he tapped onto a different chaotic square. A blend of Studio Ghibli characters laying on top of a cookie-patterned square decorated it.

Goshiki shyly taps on his square - an image of an eagle on top of a pattern of a mother bear holding a baby bear. “This is me.” His cheeks darkened as his eyes flit away from (Name).

(Name)’s entire face felt hot as her mouth drops slightly. She had never received such a thoughtful gift before. Flipping the corner up, her fingers traced the plush velvet lining. “This is so nice of you guys,” she sniffles, looking up at their faces. The boys are quick to surround her, enveloping her into a pack-hug with Ushijima keeping his distance. His fingers twitched, longing filling him as he ached to be beside her.

As they break away, Semi ruffled her hair. “‘Course, you’ve done so much for us. It’s the least we could do.”

They all exchange glances before they simultaneously chime, “Happy birthday (Name)!”

“Now let’s party!” Tendou cheered, pulling out two bottles of sparkling apple cider.

*****

“So?”

“So what?” She glanced over at the Alpha, brows furrowed. They were sitting off to the side as the rest of the pack partied - the blanket over her lap. Her fingers idly traced a navy blue square with a volleyball pattern mixed with white roses on it, a majesty eagle superimposed over it.

“You’re avoiding him.”

His brown eyes flicked from the square over to the captain. Tendou and Ushijima were standing on the complete opposite side of the room, his olive eyes flitting to her every few seconds.

She sighed. “Yeah.”

“What’s running through your head, little one?”

The Omega swatted at him, “don’t call me that dumbass.” Semi chuckled, ruffling her head. “I don’t really know,” she admitted with a sigh. “I marked Hajime this weekend.”

Semi hummed, “We all figured as much. Your scents have mixed.” Semi looked down at her. “And what about Wakatoshi?”

Her fingers played with the bottom of her shirt. “What about him?”

“You’ve been avoiding him.”

“Maybe.”

Semi’s fingers reached up to brush against the mark. Ushijima’s head snapped to the movement, feeling the touch through the bond. “Have you decided?”

Her nostrils flared as she let out a deep sigh. “No.” She raised her face to meet Semi’s brown eyes. “I don’t know what to do, Semi.”

“What does your heart tell you to do?”

(Name) snorted at the cliche advice, rolling her eyes. “A little late to ask that, isn’t it?” She took a sip from her cup. “My emotions have been all over the place since they marked me...since I helped him with his rut.” She scowled. “Ever since I met him at Interhigh this year actually.”

Semi’s baritone chuckle caused her eyes to snap up at him, glaring. “I’m sorry, I know it’s not funny.” He rolled his arm back, stretching it. “Be honest with yourself right now.” His brown eyes froze her in place. “Do you want Wakatoshi in your future? You obviously saw some type of future when you accepted his courting gift.”

“His what?” Her jaw dropped.

Semi grabbed her hand, pushing her sleeve back to reveal the silver watch. “This? Didn’t you know that was his courting gift to you?”

Ushijima turned back to her, the watch in hand. “Will you accept this gift?” He firmly - but gently - grasped her hand, pulling it towards him as he placed it into her hand.

“Ushijima-san, that was expensive, you didn’t have to get it for me.”

“I’ve already bought it. Will you accept it?”

She pouted before giving him a small nod. “Thank you, Ushijima-san.”

“No!” She spluttered, yanking her hand back and staring at the watch. “I thought he was just being nice and bought it for me to replace the watch I broke.” She groaned, slapping her hand to her face. “No wonder he started getting closer and started scenting me more.” Her head whipped up as she glared at Semi. “Did you know?” (Name) demanded, eyes narrowing as she jabbed a finger into his chest.

Semi stumbled back, holding his hands up in defeat. “We all did, we thought you’d changed your mind and was seeing where it went. I didn’t know that you weren’t aware.” He snorted. “Can I just say that I’m honestly not surprised that Wakatoshi didn’t even say it outright though?” He flicked her forehead, jaw clenched. “Do you accept all Alphas gifts?! What on Earth were you thinking, dumbass?”

“Hey!” (Name) whined, rubbing her forehead. “He just invited me shopping, I had just broken my watch so I was looking at some, and by the time I knew what was happening, he’d already bought it for me.”

Semi thumped her again. “Stupid Omega,” he rolled his eyes.

“Stop that,” she pouted. “I didn’t know.”

Semi pinched his nose, “well now you do.” She sighed, nodding. “Well, how long until your next full heat?”

(Name) pulled out her phone, checking her calendar. “November.”

Semi raised an eyebrow, “oh wow, after Spring prelims?” She nodded, humming as she crossed her arms. “Guess you’ll need to have your decision by then.” Semi’s lips quirked up teasingly. “How will you handle your mates competing against each other? Will you comfort one or celebrate with the other?”

Her nostrils flared as she smacked his chest. “I don’t even want to think about that right now, Semi.” She headed towards Goshiki and the other first years, throwing one final glance at Semi. “Though Seijoh is definitely going to win this time.”

Semi chuckled, shaking his head. “Whatever you say, little one.”

“I said stop calling me that!”

*****

“So, where is she?”

“Where’s who?”

“(Name)-chan, of course!” Iwaizumi shrugged his shoulders, tugging his jersey on. “What do you mean? It reeks of strawberry in here.” Iwaizumi sent his best friend a sly smirk, humming in response. Oikawa gasped, fumbling to catch his bottle. “You guys--!”

Iwaizumi snorted, “obviously. Did you think I wouldn’t fully bond with my mate?”

“Eyyy, nice goin’, Iwaizumi!” Mattsun grinned, clapping the male on the back.

“So, I’m guessing she’s not keeping the bond with Ushijima?” Iwaizumi pursed his lips at Makki’s question, shrugging again. “Why are you shrugging?”

Oikawa gaped, scandalised. “She isn’t thinking about taking that asshole as a mate, is she?”

“She hasn’t really said anything about it to me,” Iwaizumi said dryly. “She promised me that she only wanted me, but maybe she’ll change her mind.”

The expressions of the other third-years darkened. “We have to keep her away from them,” Oikawa growled, his scent stinging their noses.

“Oi! We gotta finish getting ready first,” Makki chided, smacking his shoulder against Oikawa.

“Yeah, clean that scent up or this fundraiser won’t go as well.”

It was the day of Seijoh’s annual cultural festival. The volleyball team was hosting a retro Western diner where they would be selling typical Western fast meals in their volleyball uniforms. Considering that Oikawa was one of the biggest names in their school, they couldn’t have his bitter scent driving away people. As the Seijoh third-years made their way to the gym, they were greeted with the sight of bustling tables that the first and second years were managing. Immediately they hopped into position, flitting between the curtained-off kitchen and the rest of their cafe.

“Got any room for me?”

Watari looked up from the menu, grinning. “(Name)!”

At the call of her name, the other males’ heads snapped to attention. Iwaizumi itched to approach his mate, but he was busy serving a table of Omegas, who were all busy gawking at his arms and giggling.

(Name) had changed out of her Shiratorizawa uniform, wearing her favourite blouse and skirt. It had been a rather hot fall day, the seasons still changing. “Right this way, (Name).” Watari led her to the open table closest to the kitchen - giving the pack an opportunity to greet her when they were walking to and from the main cafe.

“How’s it going so far?” (Name) asked Watari, glancing around. Her eyes lingered on the Omegas, her nostrils flaring slightly as one of the Omegas giggled even louder, leaning forward in an attempt to grab Iwaizumi’s attention.

“It’s been good! We’ve had a really steady flow all day,” Watari grinned before placing the menu down onto the table. “I have to get back to the front, but I hope we can chat more later!”

“Of course, Watari-kun. Don’t forget to drink water, okay?”

“Yes Mama,” Watari rolled his eyes playfully before taking back his position.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

(Name) glanced up to see both Mattsun and Makki standing beside her. Behind them, Iwaizumi was glaring at their backs. He had planned on waiting on his mate, but the two idiots had snagged the chance as Iwaizumi was currently preoccupied with his own table. “Well don’t you both look so handsome,” she teased. They were all wearing their volleyball uniforms with a silver tie loose around their necks.

Mattsun ran a hand through his hair, giving her a cheeky grin. “Don’t we just?”

“What can we get for you, miss?” Makki winked, pinching his shirt by his shoulders and pulling it forward slightly in mock importance.

(Name) scanned their menu. “I’ll just have a milkshake and some fries please.”

“Anything for you madame,” Makki bowed with a flourish. The Omega rolled her eyes as the two walked away, arguing about who would be the one to fetch what.

Her eyes scanned the room once more. Each table was full. Oikawa had his own section, several Omegas sitting there in an attempt to vie for his attention. Oikawa threw (Name) a flirtatious wave, blowing her a kiss to the distaste of those hopeful Omegas.

(Name) rolled her eyes before she looked back at Iwaizumi - black filling her vision at the sight of a bold Omega grabbing onto his bicep. Blood rushed to her ears as she abruptly stood up, pushing the seat back before she strutted over to her mate.

“Oh, (Name)!” Iwaizumi’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of his mate - anger pulsing through their shared mark.

He didn’t know how to react when her hand darted forward, grabbing a fistful of his jersey in front of his chest as she yanked him towards her. He let out a confused mmph as their lips met, easily succumbing to her touch as his eyes shut.

“Wow,” he breathed as they pulled apart.

(Name) turned back to the Omegas, who visibly flinched before (Name) gave them a wide smile. “Sorry, I must have missed you there. Please keep your filthy paws off of my mate.” The Omega turned back to Iwaizumi, eyes darkening. “Haji, do you have your spare jersey?”

“Yeah, it’s in my duffel in the kitchen,” Iwaizumi replied, head still spinning from his mate’s actions.

“Thanks!” She chirped before strutting back towards the kitchen - leaving heads to turn and watch her. The Omegas were mortified, Iwaizumi was in a haze. The Seijoh pack, however, had an array of reactions. Kindaich was especially pale, unsure of what to think about the exchange. Yahaba’s jaw was slightly dropped. The third years, especially Oikawa, were busy trying to hide their laughter. Never before had they seen such a possessive display by (Name).

The two “quieter” ones of Seijoh Four approached (Name) just as she was unbuttoning her blouse. They both threw their heads back in laughter, Makki wiping tears from his eyes. “Damn, (Name), I didn’t know that you could be like that.”

“Like what?” The Omega’s nose flared as she finished tucking the jersey into her skirt. She fixed her hair slightly before turning back to look at the third years.

“Nothing! You’ve just never really been that possessive of Iwaizumi before,” Makki glanced over at the ace, who’s eyes were darkened.

“Yeah, that was kinda hot,” Mattsun admitted, ruffling her hair.

Iwaizumi let out a sharp growl at the contact, glaring at his packmate before he focused his energy on calming down his Alpha. His Alpha was more than prepared to claim her again right then and there after that display of dominance she had shown everyone.

She rolled her eyes, tugging the jersey more so that her marks were shown off to the world. “Am I not allowed to be possessive over my mate?” She sniffed, before retreating to her table. “Those silly Omegas should have seen his mark or smelled my scent on him.” With that, she spun on her heels and stalked off.

“We get it, Iwa’s yours, (Name),” Makki chortled, calling after the Omega who promptly ignored him.

A flush of lust and admiration filled Iwaizumi. His mate had never reacted so negatively when it came to other Omegas interacting with him. Though he hated that Mattsun had been the one to say it, it was definitely hot.

“She’s never done that before.” Iwaizumi muttered as he collected the dishes, briefly thanking Kindaichi and Kumini who were working in the kitchen.

“Done what?” Mattsun glanced over at the Omega.

“Been possessive.”

The other two exchanged glances as Oikawa came up. “What did you do to piss (Name) off, Iwa-chan?”

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes. “None of your damn business, now go take care of your tables before I beat you up.”

“So mean,” Oikawa lamented, rolling his eyes before heading back.

The males all watched as (Name) tugged down her shirt even more, broadcasting her bonding mark to the room as the scent of pine-mixed strawberry permeated the air. Iwaizumi frowned slightly. Just why was she being more possessive? He spared another glance over at his mate, a slight smile on his face.

He had always loved how his jersey looked on her.

*****

“It’s fine, we’ll take care of it. Go study!”

Semi waved the last of the first years off before turning back to the gym. The party had long since ended and now it was a matter of cleaning up before tomorrow’s morning practice. The Alpha bent down, gathering some fallen paper plates from the ground.

Footsteps caught his attention, but Semi kept his face down as he continued to collect the trash. Cinnamon washed over him. “That was fun.”

Silence.

“She seemed a lot happier.”

Semi’s lip twitched. “She really did.” Tendou’s scent soured the slightest, causing Semi to finally look up over at the middle-blocker. “What’s bugging you?”

Tendou frowned, leaning against the broom handle that he was holding. “I don’t want her to leave.”

“(Name)?”

“Yeah.”

Semi pursed his lips as he looked around the room. Just a few hours ago, (Name) was amongst the pack members, laughing. Looking like she belonged. It felt right to have her in the pack as she rubbed Goshiki’s back after he choked on his drink.

As she easily found Yamagata’s phone and made sure that the male had all of his items.

As she studied with them and made sure they all stayed on track.

As they had never felt as happy or as peaceful and the way that even the stoic Ushijima Wakatoshi became more expressive around her.

The Alpha shook his head, shrugging. “What do you want me to say, Tendou? She has a bond-mate.”

Tendou sighed, nodding. “As much as I don’t like Seijoh, she seems happy with him.”

“They are happy.”

“Oh, Semi! This is Iwaizumi, my bond-mate.”

The two males stood facing one another. Iwaizumi’s arms were crossed as he surveyed the other Alpha critically. Semi stood straight, unflinching under the scrutiny of the wing-spiker. Semi and (Name) had just finished a long study session on-campus, and Semi had walked her off-campus to ensure that she got home safely only to be greeted with the sight of the Seijoh player.

“Nice to meet you, Iwaizumi.”

“...Likewise.”

Both males remained silent. They had met one another prior to this, facing each other across the net and it wasn’t that (Name) wasn’t privy to that information. After all, she had yet to miss one of Iwaizumi’s matches.

Iwaizumi glanced over at his mate who stood completing the triangle, beaming before the two males - his eyes softening as he looked at her. Semi raised an eyebrow, both clearing his throat. “I’ll see you later, (Name)-chan, okay?”

“Sounds good! Thanks so much for everything.” (Name) hugged the Alpha before waving at him.

As she turned to walk down the street with Iwaizumi, the Omega laced her fingers with his, swinging their arms. The scent of pine peaked, rolling with waves of contentment. “Can we get ramen on the way home?”

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes, pulling her close to place a kiss on her forehead. “If that’ll make you happy, princess.”

From the moment that he had met Iwaizumi, Semi knew that (Name) and Iwaizumi were happy with one another. That they completed one another. It was a surreal experience seeing how gentle he was with his mate when on the field, he became a monster. But the one thing that Semi could say was that it was unsurprising how well they fit together, though. Iwaizumi was nothing if not reliable and considerate, similar to his mate. They took care of each other in a way that others would be hard-pressed to reciprocate.

“What does Wakatoshi think?” Semi asked, remembering that Tendou and the captain had spent a majority of the party with one another.

“I’m surprised you aren’t over there with her, Wakatoshi.”

Tendou sipped from his cup, eyeing the Omega who was standing with Semi.

Ushijima gave the slightest shoulder lift. “I thought it would be for the best that I gave her space.”

“Why’s that?”

“She asked me for it.” Ushijima’s grip tightened on his cup, knuckles whitening slightly. He cleared his throat. “(Name) asked me to give her space in order to see how she truly feels about me and the potential of our relationship.”

“So she’s considering whether she’ll accept you as a mate?”

“Yes.”

“Hopeful.” Tendou supplied, leaning the broom against his chest as he stretched his arms.

Semi hummed, nodding. “Hopefully it’s not unfounded.”

Tendou shrugged. “Even if it was, does it matter?” His scent got stronger, the sorrow seeping through the facade he put on. “I don’t wanna lose (Name),” Tendou said softly.

The Alpha threw Tendou a surprised look before quickly averting his eyes and clearing his throat. “Her happiness is what matters at the end of the day.”

“What about our happiness?” Tendou fired back before he shook his head. “Sorry. I do care a lot about her, but I’ve never felt so comfortable with anyone else.”

For once, Tendou was quiet.

In front of him was Ushijima, who wasn’t the type to make conversation to begin with. The sound of a tray being placed on the table caught his attention, but Tendou couldn’t bring himself to face the newcomer.

A soft hand grasped his, shocking him out of his stupor just as strawberry greeted him. “‘Tori, are you okay?”

His face cracked as he shook his head, abruptly standing up. “I have to go.” His footsteps rapidly retreated as he threw himself into an empty classroom. Tendou slumped against the wall, hiding right beside the door as he slid down.

The door opened and quietly shut as the warm strawberry scent entered, waves of concern hitting him. “Tendou, what’s wrong?”

Tendou shook his head, throat constricting. He hadn’t felt displaced in so long. It was rare for him to be affected by people’s comments, but hearing some of the first years complain how terrifying he was, it hurt. No matter how much time had passed, it still hurt him when even his paradise hurt him.

(Name)’s eyes softened as she sat down beside him, gently patting her lap. Tendou swung his legs over her lap, burying his face into her shoulder as his shoulders slumped, hands on his lap. The Omega hummed slightly, one hand stroking through his crimson locks as the other held his hand. They sat in silent for the rest of the lunch period - tears soaking her uniform as Tendou wept.

“T-thank you.” Tendou mumbled into her shoulder, breathing heavily as the strawberry gently caressed him, enveloping him in a blanket of comfort.

“You don’t have to thank me, ‘Tori. I care about you.” (Name) murmured, giving his clammy hands a light squeeze. “Are you feeling better?”

He sniffed, nodding. “I always feel better around you.”

“I’m glad.” She let out a breathy laugh. “I’ll always be here for you, ‘Tori. All of you.”

Semi let out a sigh. “Let’s hope for the best, yeah?”

“Yeah...”

BONUS

“Let’s all meet back here in 15 minutes, okay?” Reon instructed, clapping his hands as he looked at the rest of the team. Various chimes of agreement came from the crowd before they all darted off into various directions.

“Do you think she’ll like this?” Taichi asked Shirabu as they looked at the flannel fabric together.

Shirabu shrugged, face blank. As much as the setter respected the Omega, he thought that this whole excursion was a bit too...extreme. He’d rather buy her a gift-card for a restaurant or a store that she would shop at. The idea of making a home-made gift for an Omega he wasn’t interested in the slightest was tedious. On their other side, Goshiki was eagerly flicking through all the fabric options, excitement evident in his face.

The Beta shrugged before he put the roll back, shrugging his shoulders. “Man, this is hard,” Taichi complained. He looked around, seeing Tendou and Semi sitting at the computer. “What are they doing?”

Shirabu shrugged before they meandered over. Tendou was arguing with Semi as he pointed at the screen. “What are you idiots doing?” Shirabu huffed, blowing his hair up as he shook his head at his senpais.

“Don’t speak to your Senpais like that,” Semi snapped. “We’re trying to design something custom for (Name).”

At the moment, Tendou had a graphic of Haku going around the border of the square. The background was of a chocolate cookie pattern. Tendou stuck his tongue out as he carefully added a Totoro to the middle of the box.

On Semi’s screen, he just had a guitar pattern for his background. He pulled out a photo of him and (Name) from their second year, deciding that he wanted to throw it onto the fabric as well. He turned it into a black shadow outline where it was still clear who the people were before throwing it and centering it on the box.

Shirabu shook his head, walking away as he decided to settle for a soft grey fabric with stars on it. Beside him, Taichi picked out one with a starry-sky type print.

Ushijima paced the aisles, charged with getting the base fabric for all of them to use as he had already designed and finished his own fabric design. Ushijima paused, feeling the velvet plush fabric before placing the other fabric on top of the one in his arms. He walked towards the counter, waiting patiently for an employee to cut the fabric. “How much would you like?”

“Half a yard of this one.” He tapped on the navy blue fabric, the white rose prominent on it.

The Omega employee looks between him and the fabric before nodding. “Of course.” She pulls out her scissors, carefully measuring out a yard. “There’s a lot of you here,” she comments, looking around her store.

“Yes.”

“I’ve never seen so many Alphas together in a pack before.” Ushijima nods. “I suppose you’re buying a gift for a pack Omega then?”

“That’s right.”

The Omega hums as she folds up the rose fabric. “And how much for the other one?”

“Three yards please.”

The store-owner remained silent, it was clear that Ushijima wasn’t the most talkative person. The door chimed open, a pleasant lavender scent entering. Her head snapped up, smiling. “I’ll be right with you, Azumane-kun.”

Ushijima glanced curiously over at the entering wing-spiker. Asahi froze, his face paling at the sight of the entire Shiratorizawa pack. Beside him, Suga and Daichi entered, jasmine and coffee following their arrival. At this moment, Tendou and Semi appeared behind Ushijima, finally finished with their designs.

The six Alphas stared at each other. “Aren’t you from Karasuno?” Tendou tilted his head, recognising their volleyball jacket.

Daichi smiled. “Yes, we are. And I suppose we’ll see you again on the court.”

Ushijima raised an eyebrow. “You will have to beat Aoba Johsai in order to do that, and based on your previous loss, that may be difficult for your team.”

The three Karasuno third-years stiffened, jaws clenching slightly. “I suppose you’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you?” Daichi replied tersely before looking over at Asahi. “Why don’t we go get what we came for, Asahi?”

“R-Right!”

By now, the Shiratorizawa pack members had finished and were watching this little exchange. “Let’s head back to campus,” Ushijima told his pack, walking out the door. “I wish you the best, Karasuno.”

“Likewise.”

*****

“Why not a cat cafe?” Kindaichi suggested.

“Where are we going to get a bunch of cats?” Iwaizumi asked, raising an eyebrow. “Or did you mean for us to wear cat-ears while we worked?”

Oikawa raised a hand, brown eyes narrowing onto the male. “Kindaichi...are you a cat-boy?”

The rest of the Seijoh pack turned to face Kindaichi, eyebrows raised in various forms of amusement. Makki and Mattsun were barely able to stifle their laughter. Kumini looked like he wanted to die. Yahaba’s face scrunched up in horror.

The first-year’s cheeks flushed cherry red as he violently shook his head. “N-no! I meant having actual cats. But, you’re right, Iwaizumi-san.” Kindaichi lowered his head, pulling his jacket all the way up so that his face was covered before he shoved his hands into his pocket.

“Why don’t we just wear our volleyball uniforms?” Iwaizumi sighed, rubbing the creases out of his forehead. “Since everyone, especially Stupidkawa’s fans, will support us anyways.”

“Yeah that sounds good.”

“Yep.”

“That’ll do it.”

“Alright, I’m going home now.” Iwaizumi stood up, shrugging his bag on as a semblance of a headache began to creep in. “And Kindaichi?”

A shiver went down the male’s spine. “Yes, Iwaizumi-san?”

“We won’t judge you if you’re a cat-boy as long as you’re happy.” And with that, Iwaizumi stalked out the door leaving a roar of laughter in his wake.

*****

FUN FACTS

💟 Tendou had been the one to plan the entire birthday party for (Name) from the menu to how they’d make it happen.

💟 Tendou made all the desserts while the others made the other party foods. Turns out, Semi is incredible at making sushi

💟 The Shiratorizawa pack enjoyed the comforting and calming presence of (Name) so much, they would all be sad if she left the pack

💟 It was Ushijima’s idea to make the quilt. He had planned to make it himself but when he was shopping for fabric, Tendou brought up the idea about making it a pack-gift so that all members would be able to contribute

💟 In Japanese culture, white roses represent innocence, devotion, and silence

💟 Tendou picked out Haku, Totoro, and Princess Monoke for the Studio Ghibli characters for his patch

💟 Semi considers himself (Name)’s closest friend from the pack and she definitely is more open with him than she is with the others. She often babies the other members such as Goshiki and Tendou

💟 As much as Semi wants her to stay with the pack, he knows that she’s happier with Iwaizumi. He just hopes that she won’t forget about them if she does decide to leave officially

💟 Though Semi had yelled at her for accepting “all Alphas gifts”, he has also given her gifts

💟 Semi rotates between calling (Name) ‘little one’, ‘tiny’, and ‘baddie’ in an attempt to fluster and/or piss her off

💟 Oikawa totally forgot what happens when you complete a bond and had a total brain-fart about why Iwaizumi smelled like (Name)

💟 Only Kyotani wasn’t involved with the cafe. He did show up later and sat at (Name)’s table, taking delight in his chance to boss his team-members around

💟 The first years and other Omegas often call (Name) ‘Mama’ for her mothering nature, though it’s more playful than anything

💟 Both Mattsun and Makki decided they wanted to ‘spice things up’ and threw on the ties to see if they’d get any compliments. They were delighted to hear that there were some Omegas swooning after them because of it

💟 (Name)’s possessive behaviour triggered Iwaizumi’s Alpha. When they got home, he definitely took the time to reclaim her. all night long.

💟 Tendou has abandonment issues and is anxiously waiting for the day where (Name) will leave him too. He’s not sure whether he’d rather hear it from her directly or if he’d rather have her just disappear.

💟 Life for Shiratorizawa generally got better with her around to help them maintain themselves

💟 Tendou isn’t the only one who benefits from (Name)’s company during breakdowns. Even Semi, Taichi, Goshiki, and Shirabu have had their own breakdowns around her.

💟 Ushijima had to convince Washijo to allow them to end practice early in order for them to go to the store. (Name) was still on medical leave which is why she didn’t know about it

💟 The photo of Semi and (Name) were from one of their late-night study sessions at a cafe. They were going crazy and decided to take silly pictures together to relieve their stress

💟 Most packs will have a pack Omega, not necessarily a female. After this excursion, Semi, Tendou, and Ushijima decided to make a similar quilt for Reon to commerate his years with Shiratorizawa and causing a new tradition for the pack

💟 Asahi was supposed to go to the fabric store with his sister, but she ended up cancelling last-minute. He was supposed to help her design an outfit for her upcoming work event

💟 Kindaichi will never live down the “cat-boy” jokes for as long as the third-years are there, but the poor lad really just wanted to play with some cats. (Name) eventually found out and reprimanded the third-years before taking Kindaichi and the rest of the pack to a cat cafe, banning the third-years from coming

*****

AN: We’re getting close to the end! Next week will be the last chapter before the ending.

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