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just friends

word count: 5,393

pairing: Akaashi Keiji x Fem!Reader

warnings: literally all fluff. maybe some swearing lol

a/n: this literally was supposed to be a short fluffy drabble and turned into a full on fic haha. I wrote a lot of this while I was half asleep so please excuse any spelling mistakes haha. I hope you guys like it! 💕 gif below isn’t mind, creds to the original creator!

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Your window was only open slightly, meant for allowing the cool air to flow in, while also aiding for a certain somebody’s quick escape if it came down to that.

The Fukurōdani Academy Group Summer Camp started tomorrow. Well. Today, if you count the fact that it was already 2AM.

It had originally been 11PM. 3 hours ago, Akaashi Keiji had crawled up the side of your house and tapped his knuckles ever so softly on your window. It had freaked you out for a second until he texted you “Lemme in”, to which you then moved to the window to greet him with a confused look.

“Akaashi, if my parents hear you-” you started, glancing over your shoulder and hoping they hadn’t somehow managed to get to your bedroom door without you noticing.

“Then stay quiet and help me in,” he shrugged, slowly plopping into your room and smiling down at you. “How’s your evening?”

You just stared at him, “Akaashi, it’s late!” You hissed as he crawled into your bed and got comfortable like he was meant to be there. “What’re you doing awake anyways? Don’t you have to be up early for your training camp?”

Akaashi just gave a hum and a nod, patting the other side of the bed he wasn’t currently occupying and giving you a smile. You rolled your eyes and tucked yourself in next to him. It didn’t matter that the two of you were slightly squished, if anything your bed actually felt comfier this way.

Without any more questions, you and Akaashi laid there for hours, whispering as the time ticked by. Your legs slowly tangled together under the sheets and you fit in his side as if you were made to be there.

“What’re you thinking about?” Akaashi asked suddenly, his voice coated with fatigue, eyes lazily opening to look over at you and your pensive expression. It had been so long between topics, you had actually started to think he had fallen asleep.

“What do you mean?” You smiled back at him, your fingers still tracing along the lines on his palm like you had been for the past 10 minutes.

“You’re too quiet to be not thinking. And you’re obviously not sleeping. So what’re you thinking about?” Akaashi explained, interlacing your hands together for a moment. Just to see how they fit.

“Why did you come?” You questioned after a moment, turning to really look him in the eyes this time. Akaashi had such a soft demeanour about him tonight, a gentleness that you hardly ever saw when he and Bokuto were getting up to their usual mischief. But he was always kind and sweet to you, always took a moment of his day to tuck your hair behind your ear, or pluck a piece of fluff off your shoulder. Always put his plans on pause to ask you about your day, texted you about life and school and plans for the future.

His future included nationals. Playing in front of crowds and cameras, screaming fans and loud cheers. His future included volleyball. But you always wondered if there was room for you in that future too.

Akaashi paused, watching your eyes and for a moment, you could’ve sworn he had looked at your lips, a flicker of something different crossing his eyes. “I needed to see you.”

He said it so casually. As if this was normal. As if it was normal for a guy to crawl into a girl’s bedroom and lay in her bed like they were already married.

“I see you practically every day when we’re at school,” you pointed out, brushing a piece of hair from his eyes and trying to determine what he was really thinking because lord knows you could never tell.

Akaashi just stared some more at you, eyes slowly blinking from exhaustion. “I’ll be busy the next few weeks. With volleyball. And I know you’ve got plans for the summer too. I just... wanted to see you before I got all busy. I wanted to just be here with you and pretend like i could come back here.”

“You could,” you added quickly, maybe a bit too quickly, because then he looked at you with surprise. “I like it when you come by,” you admitted to him quietly, sitting up slightly in your bed. “I’m going to miss you while you’re all busy this summer.”

“I can make time,” Akaashi said hurriedly, his teeth tugging on his lips as he sat up with you. “For you. I can make time.”

You look at him with a smile, his thumb grazing over your hand again as he interlaced your fingers together once more. The two of you sat there, both wanting to ask the hovering question that sat buried in your throats.

What are we?

We’re friends, you’d always insist to your friends.

But friends don’t come crawling into your room at the middle of the night to hold you and hold your hand.

We’re just friends, Akaashi had told the team before with flushed cheeks.

But no friend of Akaashi’s had ever made him so nervous, Bokuto pointed out. And friends don’t stare at each other across the room the way you two do.

What are we?

“You should go,” you pointed out as you felt the tensions rising, glancing at the clock. It was almost 3:30AM now. Maybe it was sleep exhaustion or maybe you were just tired of never knowing what you were to Akaashi, but you knew if you didn’t get him out of your room now, you might end up spilling your guts to him.

Had she felt me try to get the courage to confess? Akaashi wondered as he gathered his things, moving to leave from the window again. But not before he wrapped you up into another hug, pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead. Do friends give forehead kisses?

“I’ll miss you,” he stated as he started to climb out the window.

“It’s not like you’re going across the world,” you teased with an awkward sort of laugh. “I’ll come see you guys maybe. When you’re not too busy.”

It could’ve been your imagination, but he seemed to lighten up at this idea. He nodded and pulled his backpack off for a moment to pull a hoodie from it. “To keep you warm when I’m not around,” he told you as he handed it to you. So casual. Like this was just something friends do.

“T-Thanks,” you tried to hide your smile, tried to hide the fact that you wanted to squeal out like a little girl. You held onto the hoodie as he gave you another little wave and crawled out of your house. You held it tighter as he landed on the ground, looking up at you and smiling at you like you were his romantic interest.

Do friends look at each other like that?

When he disappeared from view, you held the hoodie to your chest, smiling as you smelt his cologne or body wash or whatever the hell it was that made Akaashi smell like Akaashi. You crawled back into bed after closing your window tightly and turning off the lights, still gripping onto the hoodie he had left with you.

Do friends miss each other almost immediately after they’re gone? A few days later and there was Akaashi crawling through your window again. You heard the knock on the glass and found him with a tired smile on his face.

“Are you just going to keep visiting me in the middle of the night?” You asked with a giggle, watching him flop into your bed and open his arms asking you to join him.

“I have to look at sweaty annoying boys all day. What’s wrong with seeing a pretty girl every now and then?” He asked as you crawled in. Do friends say things like that to each other?

“Aw it can’t be all that bad,” you insisted, avoiding his eyes as you tried to wave off the compliment. “Bokuto is rather nice to look at.”

Akaashi huffed a bit, tickling your sides briefly until you reminded him in a harsh whisper that your parents were asleep. “Stop thinking about another boy while I’m here with you,” he stuck his tongue out at you playfully.

“Sorry I’ll stick to thinking about them when you’re not around,” you teased, making him poke at your side some more.

Did friends get jealous that easily?

“Why did you come?” You asked him after a while, tracing soft lines with your finger tips down his cheek and jawline, as if carefully measuring out a masterpiece because that’s exactly what he was. “Is the training camp really that bad?”

“Nah it’s alright. It’s fun getting to play with some new teams. Bokuto gets all excited about showing off his skills,” Akaashi responded softly, his eyes closing slowly as the two of you spoke.

“Aren’t you sore? From all your games?”

“Extremely. I’m not going to feel my legs tomorrow that’s for sure.”

“You shouldn’t have walked all this way then, idiot. You’re going to tire out your legs even more.”

“It’s worth it if I get to see you,” his voice was so quiet you weren’t even sure he actually said it. You looked up at him and found his eyes open again, watching you as if gauging your reaction.

Did friends make you feel like your heart would beat out of your chest? Do friends walk all the way to your house in the middle of the night after exercising all day?

What are we?

You wanted to ask, the words forming at your lips. The question was begging to be answered, pleading at your vocal cords to produce some sort of sound.

But what if you were reading into things?

What if friends really do all the things you wondered about? What if you weren’t exactly friends but weren’t anything more either? What if Akaashi saw you as a placeholder. A warm body to be everything a girlfriend could be until he found someone actually worthy.

What if you really were just friends?

Akaashi left a few moments later, groaning softly as he stretched and giving you another exhausted smile as he insisted he’d be back some other time. He traded sweaters with you, pulling out a brand new one for you from his bag and taking the one he had left earlier.

“I’m okay with this one Akaashi, why are you giving me another?” You asked confusedly.

He shrugged and you could’ve sworn there was a blush on his cheeks, “Just cause.”

He wrapped you up in a hug, pressed another kiss to your forehead and slipped out the window. Then spent the whole walk back shaking his head at himself for not saying what he wanted to say.

“Because I like how my clothes smell like you after you wear them,” he spoke aloud into the quiet night. “Because I wanted a part of me to always be with you. Because I don’t want you thinking about Bokuto, I want you thinking about me. Because I wanted to walk all this way to tell you how I felt and I chickened out again.”

The reasons piled into his head and he angrily kicked at some rocks as he walked. Why was it so much easier to think of why when he walked away?

“Because I want to know what we are,” he whispered to himself, stopping his footsteps and staring at the sky for a moment before walking further from you.

More days passed and you couldn’t help but feel disappointed when you didn’t hear from Akaashi as much. He was busy. You were busy. Everyone was busy, you told yourself. It’s not like he forgot about you. Or that he decided to ghost you.

It’s not like he found someone else. It was a volleyball training camp, who could he have found?

You wanted to tell yourself that there wasn’t anyone else and even if there was, it’s not like you had a claim to him anyway. You and Akaashi were just friends.

But you still waited for him every night, looking out the window in hopes he’d come.

Finally you heard a little tap at your window, and there was Akaashi with another tired grin. He seemed like he was glowing more than usual. He seemed bigger, more toned under his jacket.

“I missed you,” you told him shyly and the two of you curled back under the sheets together again.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, pressing his lips briefly against your forehead. “I got all caught up in training and even after the day is gone, everyone still wants to practice. Even that blond boy from Karasuno seems like he’s getting into it.”

You smiled and nodded, thinking about the few texts that Akaashi seemed to get out to you when he wasn’t so busy, “I’m sure everyone’s training hard for Nationals.”

Akaashi nodded and smiled, shifting so he was lying on his back and staring at your ceiling, “It’s getting really close. We got to be the best we can be.”

“You’re already really good. But I know you guys will win it all,” you beamed up at him excitedly. It was one of your favourite things, watching them play. And these National games always came with such excitement.

“Only if you’re there cheering us on,” Akaashi glanced at you, as if he had asked if you were coming and waiting for you to confirm.

“Of course,” you nodded up at him. “I wanna watch my boys beat everyone! Wipe the floor with them!”

Akaashi smirked and held onto you a little tighter, fingers dancing along your skin gently.

Did friends send tingles up your spine when they touched you? Because you hadn’t noticed it with anyone else but him.

“I can’t stay long tonight, love,” he whispered to you softly after an hour of whispered conversations passed. “I told Bokuto I’d wake up early with him and get some more practice.”

You nodded understandingly, though your heart felt a little as he started to move, “After your camp, maybe we can start doing all those summer things you wanted to do. When you’re not practicing of course.”

Akaashi chuckled and nodded, “Sure. Ice cream, find a beach, go swimming, whoop your ass in a water balloon fight,” he listed off.

You rolled your eyes, shoving his shoulder back as you insisted that he was definitely going to lose a water balloon fight.

His hands grabbed you by the shoulders, pulling you into another hug. This time a bit tighter, like he was scared you were fading away, “I’m sorry I can’t stay,” he murmured to you, pulling away slightly to look down at you. “But I promise I’ll come see you soon.”

Why did everything he say always seemed like something a boyfriend would say? Do friends say things like that?

“I know you’re busy, Akaashi, don’t worry,” you told him with a small shrug, staring at your hands nervously.

“Y/N...”

There was something in his tone... something so foreign. You looked up at him and saw nervousness in his eyes, his hands sliding down your arms to hold your hands.

“Yea?”

Akaashi cleared his throat awkwardly, his eyes glancing between yours and your hands.

“I- We...” he started.

What are we?

Three words.

Or maybe he should ask what you wanted you two to be?

Is that too much? Is that too pushy?

What if you didn’t think there needed to be anything more to this relationship? What if he was overthinking it? What if this was just for fun and you really were into Bokuto?

“Are you okay, Akaashi?” You asked after a moment of him stuttering.

“Yeah... we’ll do all those things and more,” he finally managed out, his eyes avoiding yours more now. “Promise.”

You nodded slowly, wishing he would keep holding your hand as you two moved away from each other. He traded sweaters with you again, pressed another kiss to your forehead, and disappeared into the night.

You spent the night wondering what he had started saying. Why was he so nervous tonight? What was it about tonight that made him so awkward? You hadn’t seen Akaashi nervous in a lot of situations. He was always so calm, but not tonight for some reason. Could it be that he was nervous… just like you were? Could it actually be that you two were something other than just friends?

It was the last day of the summer training camp and the smell of cooking meat made Akaashi’s mouth water. He looked around him, carefully calculating exactly what kind of meats he wanted to grab off of the barbecues. He and Komi chatted with Tsukishima briefly about their baby Ace’s tantrums, Akaashi smirking to himself as he watched his idiotic best friend going around with Hinata, drooling over the lunch.

“When Bokuto told me to swing by for lunch, this isn’t quite what I expected.”

There was a little lurch in Akaashi’s chest, hearing that voice. He swung around to see you standing there, Suzumeda giving you a little wave after she had shown you to where the team was. “Glad you could swing by! It’s not every day we get to hang out with Akaashi’s friend,” she snickered, a teasing tone in the way she said friend.

You and Akaashi both just looked at her funny before turning back to each other, a smile on your face, “Did you miss me?”

Akaashi just gave you a little smirk, grabbing you by your wrist and pulling you into a hug, “Obviously.” He smiled down at you. “Sorry, did you say Bokuto told you to come?” He asked suddenly, looking around to find a wide smiled owl looking Bokuto behind him.

“I just thought that you’d actually smile a bit if she came by!” Bokuto insisted with a laugh, hands on his hips all proud-like. “Good to see you, Y/N! Must be nice to come by and hang out with Akaashi huh?”

You smiled up at him and moved to pat his head affectionately, “Of course! But I like coming to see you too, Bokuto,” you teased.

Bokuto’s smirk seemed different this time as he gave Akaashi a wink, “Sure but there’s nothing wrong with being here solely for Akaashi so you two have some time together,” he grinn, poking your nose playfully.

Before you could ask him what he meant, questioning his word choices and teasing sort of tone, Bokuto got called across the field, eagerly grabbing a plate with the food.

“Are you hungry?” Akaashi asked, nodding towards the gloriously smelling food. You nodded but stayed at his side, finding the massive groups of boys a little daunting. “I’ll get you something then, you can stay around here.”

“Thank you,” you squeezed his arm gently and he just gave you one of those kind soft smiles before disappearing into the crowd.

“Come on! She’s super sweet, you’ll love her!” Suzumeda was saying, dragging a bunch of girls in your direction. You blinked in surprise, Shirofuku giving you a wave as she also made her way over.

“How you doing, Y/N?” Shirofuku wrapped her arms around you excitedly, squeezing you into a hug. “You should’ve come with us! You could’ve been a big help keeping these boys in line.”

You laughed, shaking your head, “I’m not quite sure I could do what you guys do,” you insisted shyly, smiling at the other girls who were smiling at you. “Hiya! I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” you offered to the new faces.

Soon, you met all the managers from the other schools and it didn’t take long for you all to be laughing and joking about the various attitudes and characters your teams all had.

“Aren’t you hungry, Y/N?” Kiyoko asked suddenly, noting the lack of food in your hand. “We have lots, and I’m sure some of these boys don’t need to have 7 helpings!”

You nodded and glanced behind your shoulder, finding Akaashi yelling at Bokuto for trying to steal all the meat. “Akaashi already said he’d grab me a plate. Figure it’s better than me getting lost in that group,” you pointed out and turned your eyes back to the girls.

They were all sharing grins with each other, Suzumeda giggling, “Aren’t they adorable?”

You blinked in surprise as they laughed some more, tilting your head, “Who?”

“You!” Ōtaki laughed. “I don’t know Akaashi much but Shirofuku and Suzumeda told me you two really bring the best out of each other.”

You paused a bit more and the Fukurodani girls noted your hesitation, “Sorry, was it supposed to be a secret?” Shirofuku asked with wide eyes. “Leave it to Bokuto to go spilling everyone’s secrets!”

Your eyebrows furrowed more as you glanced between the girls, “I’m so confused. What secret?”

“That you and Akaashi were dating! We heard he snuck away between days here at the summer camp to go see you and that he finally confessed!” Suzumeda explained, her smile getting more and more stiff as you seemed more and more confused.

“Akaashi and I are just friends,” you insisted nervously, heart pounding against your chest. “W-Why would Bokuto tell people that?”

“I’m sorry, Y/N, we didn’t mean to put you on the spot like that! I thought it was pretty obvious you two liked each other,” Kiyoko admitted, the rest of the girls apologizing profusely. You shook your hands in front of each other, insisting that it wasn’t their fault that Bokuto was being dumb again, your face heating up from embarrassment.

You wondered just how many other people Bokuto had been whispering this news to, but it didn’t take long for you to find out. You excused yourself from the girls, saying you were going to find Akaashi and your food, but really just feeling way too embarrassed to look them in the eye.

You met with a few Karasuno third years, Daichi grinning as he told you that Akaashi had mentioned you before and said nothing but good things.

“It’s really great to finally meet you!” Sugawara had chimed in. “Bokuto told us about your new relationship so congratulations! I have to say, Akaashi seems like he’s smiling more that you’re around.”

You quickly insisted to them as well that you and Akaashi were in fact not dating and that you weren’t quite sure why Bokuto had gone round telling otherwise. The third years apologized on their behalf, sheepishly walking back to their team as you excused yourself yet again.

Even some of the Furkurodani boys grinned at you and gave you a thumbs up, thanking you for making Akaashi smile every now and then. As much as you wanted to take credit for those smiles, you weren’t quite sure how to awkwardly tell them that you and their setter were just. friends.

Did Bokuto not realize that you and Akaashi were just friends? Why was he torturing you like this? It’s not like he didn’t know you were constantly staring at his best friend. You wanted to slip away, hide in a corner, because now it felt like everyone was looking at you differently. You were no longer just a friend of the Fukurodani boys, now you were Akaashi’s girlfriend. You wanted that title more than anything, but not like this. And what would he say when he found out? He’d probably kill Bokuto for insinuating that the two of you were dating because you two were just friends. Just. Friends. And nothing more.

You finally managed to find Akaashi, who was giving a weird look to some of the Karasuno boys, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand, “-who told you that?” He asked, a slight hint of surprise in his voice.

“Bokuto!” A small redhead grinned widely, catching your eye and his eyes widening, “Your boyfriend is so cool!” He yelled at you before stuffing his face with more food.

Akaashi whirled around to see you, both of you sharing a look of what the hell is going on? “I’m going to kill him,” he huffed as he walked over to you, handing you a plate of food. “I’m sorry I took so long but I piled enough on there for the two of us. But… everyone keeps asking me… questions.”

“About… us?” You asked slowly and he just shifted in his stance, nodding slowly. “Me too. Bokuto seems to have a big mouth for things that don’t exist.”

Don’t exist, the words rang in Akaashi’s head as he tried to remind himself that as much as he wanted, you two weren’t dating. He wasn’t sure why Bokuto had it in his mind that you were, or that he could go telling literally everyone around, but he would kill him first and ask questions later.

“Hey hey hey!” Bokuto yelled, as if he felt you two thinking about him and magically appeared behind you two. “How’s the happy couple!?”

“Bokuto, what did you do?” You groaned, not at all hungry anymore even though the food on the plate still smelled incredible.

“Do?” He asked, tilting his head as Akaashi groaned. “Why do you two look so stressed? It’s a BBQ!”

“Bokuto, you idiot. Why does everyone think we’re dating?” Akaashi asked him, flicking his upperclassman in the head. “What did you do?”

“Aren’t you?” Bokuto asked with a furrowed brow, looking between you two. “I thought all those nights Akaashi snuck away, I thought he finally got up the courage to tell you how he feels,” he told you, an oblivious and concerned look in his eyes. “Did he not tell you?”

“N-No,” you managed to get out, your face feeling hot again. What would it take to just forget all of this happened? To forget that Bokuto just insinuated that Akaashi has feelings for you? It had to be a lie right? Akaashi was going to insist that he didn’t have feelings for you and that you two were just friends. You didn’t want to hear it - you’d give anything to just slip away and forget this whole day ever happened.

“Bokuto, I hadn’t told her yet,” Akaashi sighed instead, shaking his head.

“You chickened out again?” Bokuto gaped, patting his friend’s shoulder in comfort. “It’s okay, I’m sure it’ll go great when you finally tell her!” He insisted, as if you weren’t standing right there.

“Tell me what?” You asked quietly, watching Akaashi’s somewhat strained expression. Why did he seem so nervous? What did Bokuto mean when he said Akaashi chickened out again? You didn’t want to believe that all of this meant what you thought it meant because getting your hopes up was terrifying. But you stared at him anyways, waiting for someone to explain to you like you were a child.

Bokuto just grinned, looking between you two as if watching a film and waiting for the ending. “Go on, tell her!” Bokuto insisted to his friend, nudging him towards you.

Akaashi had a flush on his cheeks and he was starting to avoid your eyes. His weight shifted back and forth on his feet as he played with his fingers, sighing quietly, “I didn’t want to do this in front of everyone, Y/N,” he admitted softly.

Your heart was pounding in your ears. This couldn’t be happening now, could it? You were just friends, you were just friends, you were just friends. The words had been repeating in your head ever since Akaashi had first snuck into your room. You two were only friends - there was nothing more. You had to believe that. Because if there was something more, it meant leaving your heart open to be broken. What if he only liked you because you were available? What if he didn’t really see anything in you? What if he moved away after high school and the two of you drifted apart? Losing a friend hurts, but if you two took the next step and then you lost your friend and a lover? It would be devastating.

“Stop overthinking,” Akaashi stated after a moment, his eyes finally catching yours and seeing that telltale sign that you were spiraling mentally. He took the plate from your hands, setting it on a nearby table so you weren’t holding it for forever. “I like you. I’ve always liked you. I wanted to tell you that night before the summer camp. And every other time that I came to see you. I’ve been wanting to tell you since that day we spent at the park and you kept picking flowers for me. You don’t make me feel like I need to be anything more than me.” Akaashi swallowed hard as he watched your eyes, feeling a little light headed as the words spilled from his lips. “I know we’re friends. But I don’t want to be just friends anymore, Y/N…”

“You don’t?” You asked softly, biting down on your inner cheek nervously. Was this really happening? Your hands were trembling at your sides, looking up at Akaashi like everyone else had disappeared (though you could still feel Bokuto squirming and squealing beside you, watching the interaction).

Akaashi just gave you that same smile he always did, taking one of your hands and giving it a squeeze, “I’m tired of always telling people that we’re just friends. I don’t want just any friend in my sweaters and I don’t go climbing into people’s rooms in the middle of the night just because they’re a friend.”

“You did what?” Bokuto gasped, eyes widening but immediately shushing when Akaashi sent him a little glare for interrupting.

Akaashi took another breath and just shook his head slightly, “I want us to be more than friends, Y/N. So maybe if you’re okay with it, we can start telling people that Bokuto isn’t a liar and that… you are my girlfriend?”

You looked around the space, expecting the sky to be falling or some imaginary creature to randomly show up. Because this had to be a dream right?

“You’re not dreaming, dummy,” Akaashi laughed, seeing the panic in your eyes. “It’s okay if you don’t want to. But I needed this off my chest,” he explained, starting to let go of your hand. You watched as a flash of disappointment crossed his eyes before you grabbed his hand again, squeezing.

“Of course I want to,” you breathed out shakily. “I just… always thought you wanted to be just friends. But I’ve always wanted something more with you.”

Akaashi’s face broke out into the biggest grin you’d ever seen before, pulling you into a tighter hug than he’s ever given you before, actually forcing a breath from your lungs.

“Don’t kill her before your first date!” Bokuto screeched, trying to pry Akaashi’s arms from around you. “God, that took you guys forever! I gotta go tell everyone that I’m not a liar now!” Bokuto beamed, rushing away from the new couple to shout it from the top of his lungs that his best friend finally had a girlfriend.

Akaashi laughed a bit and shook his head, watching his idiotic friend bounce around. “You should eat,” he pointed out after your hug was interrupted by the sound of your stomach growling.

You nodded and smiled up at him, “Only if you eat with me.”

“Of course. Can’t leave my girlfriend to eat on her own now, can I?” He teased, a smile on his face as he realized how easy and natural it seemed to call you that. The two of you walked around before finding a spot to eat, mingling with those around you.

You watched as Akaashi talked to people, so calm and almost unaffected by everything that just happened. But then he’d look at you with a smile, open his mouth for you to feed him and take your hand in his, and you felt like you were falling for him all over again. You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself later thinking about how many people you were going to have to hear “I KNEW IT” from. Because maybe you and Akaashi were just a little bit more than friends.

Okay fine, a lot more.

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minteyeddevil · 3 years

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Hello! I was hoping to request a headcanon for the brothers with a gn MC who has insomnia/has trouble sleeping ^^

Thank you and i love your page!!

(Thank you for loving my page!!!❤️ Though *sobs softly* I suffer from insomnia agdksgsj :') lemme see what I can do for you!)

Lucifer:

He was rubbing his eyes for the third time, trying to get the tiredness out of them when he noticed it was almost 3 in the morning

With a deep sigh, he left the documents on his desk top, promising to finish them in the morning as he stood, stretched, and began heading to his bedroom

He came to a stop outside of MC's room when he heard music playing, and stepped up to knock on the door

MC reluctantly opened it and peaked out, making a small squeak when they saw Lucifer standing there with a frown

"Shouldn't you be asleep?" he mumbled with a furrowed brow; but they gave a small laugh and shrugged, saying, "Um, insomnia?"

He sighed, pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose, the trademark sign of exasperation; he'll save the lecture for when he isn't so tired

"Let's make you some tea to help you sleep. Go to bed immediately once you finish it." He motions for them to follow him into the kitchen, which they happily do

Mammon:

Quite the partier, Mammon comes home close to 2am, a little tipsy and ready for a bath, smelling like the club he was hanging out in

He wobbles a bit down the hallway, but comes to a stop when he hears the sound of television set still on

Who is awake right now?? Is it coming from MC's room??

He walks up to their door and knocks, concern written all over his face when they open to door and greet him

"Oi, you're usually asleep at this time? What gives?" he asks, stepping into their room and flopping on their desk chair

They grab him a bottle of water from their stash and hand it to him, sending his drunkenness. "Sometimes I can't sleep. So I just stay up and watch TV til my eyes get super tired."

He takes a deep swig of the water, but his frown deepens as he looks at them. "Ya need your sleep, ya know. It's not good for ya ta stay up so late. Here, let the Great Mammon help you."

He stands and grabs them, dragging them to curl up together in their bed; he tucks their head under his chin and he hums softly for them

They pray he doesn't freak out when he wakes up next to them in the morning lol

Leviathan:

Fingers dashing around on his keyboard, Levi's attention is focused solely on the game displayed on his screen

He jumps a bit when there is a knocking at his door, though, and pauses said game to go answer it

MC is standing there, a rueful smile on their face as he greets them; but then he realizes what time it is

"Can't sleep, huh?" he mumbles softly and they nod, asking if they can hang out with him

"S-Sure, I guess. If you want we can, um, play some games or watch a movie until you get sleepy."

"Sounds good. Thanks Levi," they reply, stepping into his room and making themselves at home in his bathtub-bed

He sits with them and puts on a movie he knows they like, both of them curled up in blankets, eventually drifting off into sleep next to each other

Satan:

He had lost track of time while he was studying in the library, giving a long sigh as he closed his textbook and stood up the stretch

On his way back to his bedroom, he noticed the light on in the kitchen, and went to investigate

He found MC rummaging through the fridge, and cleared his throat to draw their attention, making them jump slightly

"Midnight snack?" he teased, and they laughed nervously, closing the fridgerator door

"I deal with insomnia sometimes, so finding something to eat usually helps me feel better," they explained, taking the small plate of food they had and sticking it in the microwave

He hummed in understanding, walking up to the cabinet where his teas were kept. "I know a tea brew that can help with the insomnia. Usually if you drink it for a few days it helps adjust your sleep schedule. I can make some for you if you like."

They smiled in return and nodded. "Sure, if you don't mind. Anything to help me get some sleep."

He gave his own smile back to them, and went about showing them how to make the tea blend while they are their food

Asmodeus:

Asmodeus rarely woke up during the early hours of the morning; but he found himself up at 2am

He sighed deeply in annoyance, climbing out of bed to head to kitchen for a glass of water, when he passed by MC's room

He could hear movement behind the door, so he knocked softly, causing said movement to stop

When the door opened, he saw MC peaking out at first, before opening it all the way to greet him

"Are you okay, darling? You look exhausted," he noted, taking in their tired features; they tried to smile, but it didn't quite reach their eyes

"Dealing with insomnia. Some days are better than others," they replied on a dry laugh; but he simply frowned at their words

"Here, come with me to my room. No funny business, I promise!" he assured them after they gave him a funny look. "I have a potion that Solomon made for me that helps me get to sleep when I have bad nights. A little bit and it will have you sleeping like a baby in no time!"

They agreed and followed him to his room; when the potion began to kick in, Asmo let them sleep on his bed as he made himself comfy on his couch, allowing them space to sleep comfortably

Beelzebub:

Ever the midnight snacker, Beel got up in the middle of the night to head towards the kitchen and retrieve his food

He was surprised to see the light of the fridge already on, and walked in to find MC standing by the fridge, rubbing their eyes sleepily

He walked up and grabbed the door, leaning forward a bit to look at their face

"You okay, MC?" he asked, and they gave him a tired smile. "Yeah, just can't sleep. Looking for something to munch on since I don't have anything else to do."

Beel frowned, placing a hand to his chin in though. "Well, usually when Belphie can't sleep, he warms up some milk to drink, and that usually helps him. I can fix some for you if you like."

They looked at him for a moment, but chuckled softly and nodded. "Sure, that'd be nice."

Once he had the glass of warm milk done for them, he gave them a tight hug and walked them back to their room, hoping that they would actually get some sleep now

Belphegor:

Belphie was having a hard time finding a new spot to nap in, and it was getting way too early into the morning for him to be awake

He yawned as he wandered the halls, dragging his pillow behind him, until he stopped at MC's room

Light was seeping out from under their door, so he knocked, figuring they were still awake

They opened the door and greeted him with the most tired face he had ever seen on them

"Having trouble sleeping or what?" he asked, stepping into their room and making himself at home on their bed

"Pretty much," they answered around a yawn, taking up the spot next to him

He pulled them down to lay with him, wrapping his arms around them and placing his head next to theirs. "I'll help you sleep. Just close your eyes, okay?"

They nodded slowly, allowing their eyes to finally close, and he used his sin to help them finally drift into sleep, giving them easy dreams to make sure they slept peacefully

#obey me #shall we date obey me #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #headcanon #request #cloudy-yoongi #gn!mc #alcohol mention tw

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frostedfaves · 3 years

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Facetime

Masterlist

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: Natasha helps you fall asleep while she’s away from home.

Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY!! this is not a joke!!!! get blocked if you want!!), kinda subby reader, phone sex, edging, sex toy use, fingering, squirting, dirty talk (lemme know if I missed anything!)

A/N: I had this saved in my drafts to post once I finished the Haunt series but I couldn’t resist giving camz the fic she inspired for her birthday! happy birthday to one of the coolest wandanat enthusiasts and the queen of writing. everyone say thank you to @slut-for-nat (and part 13 of Repercussions!!!), and feel free to follow her and support the amazing fics she has. anyway, can’t wait to hear what you think!

On the 28th floor of the tower, hidden behind the locked door of a dark bedroom, was you. A restless version of yourself, one might say. The air under the blanket was too warm, and whisking it away aggressively only brought a frigid breeze. You knew what (or who) was missing, and she was currently two time zones away.

Natasha insisted that you could text or call while she was away, knowing you didn’t sleep so well without her now that you’ve been sharing a bed for two years, but you couldn’t bring yourself to bother her. Apparently she knew this too, because your phone suddenly began ringing on the nightstand.

“Nat, it’s after midnight,” you scolded lightly as the connecting screen was replaced with your girlfriend’s lovely face. “You have that conference in the morning. Why are you still awake?”

“Because it’s after 2AM for you, and I had a feeling you weren’t sleeping,” she teased.

“I guess, but still…”

Whatever words you planned to finish your sentence with disappeared as Natasha placed her phone on the nightstand, removed her robe on camera and began applying lotion to her skin. You watched her rub the lotion around her neck and past her chest to her stomach, and it was then as she turned and bent over to moisturize her legs that you realized you weren’t breathing.

“Baby?”

You blinked as you realized Natasha was holding the phone again, and you slowly exhaled everything you’d been accidentally holding in for the past minute or so.

“Yeah, what’s up?” You frown a bit when you notice the smirk growing on her lips. “Why are you making that face?”

“Because I think I know why you can’t sleep. Turn on the light.”

“Isn’t this going to do the opposite of what you want?” you ask as you lean over and grab the remote for the overhead lighting, blinking a bit as your vision adjusts. “Now what?”

“Take off that shirt and those shorts so I can see your beautiful body, detka.”

You mirrored her action of propping up your phone against the bedside lamp, ripping off your shirt and smiling when you noticed Natasha biting her lip as she watched you slowly strip away your shorts. You were just about to grab your phone again when she stopped you.

“Panties too.”

“Like this?” you asked as you moved at a snail’s pace with your thumbs hooked into the waistband of your underwear. Even though you were anxious to see what she was up to, you couldn’t help taking the opportunity to tease her while she couldn’t do anything about it. Or so you thought.

“Don’t be cute, dorogaya,” she scolded with a contradicting smile. “Grab my favorite from the drawer and prop me on the bed where I can see you.”

You grabbed the sleek black wand she was referring to and hurried across the room, dropping it next to the pillows before you bunched up the blankets and placed your phone in the middle of the makeshift phone stand. Once you climbed onto the bed and positioned yourself against the pillows, you spread your legs to give her a good view.

“Good girl,” she praised, and you noticed her eyes were no longer focused on yours. “Lowest speed, malyshka.”

You turned it on and set it to the lowest speed, jolting a bit as the head made contact with your clit and releasing a low moan when you applied more pressure. Your eyes closed as your head dropped back against the headboard, letting yourself get so lost in the teasing vibrations that you missed the quiet rustling coming from Natasha’s end.

“Look at me, detka.” You opened your eyes and raised your head to see your girlfriend in the same position as you, brushing against her own clit with her fingers. “Turn up the speed.”

Your hips bucked slightly against the wand when you pressed the button, and your free hand moved up to massage one of your nipples as you watched Natasha. She was slow in her movements of circling the bundle of nerves, and you couldn’t help swallowing harshly when you noticed her dip a finger inside herself, slowly followed by another.

“You like watching me fuck myself, don’t you?”

“So much,” you breathed as you watched her hips start rolling to meet the thrusts of her fingers.

“I bet not being able to touch me is killing you.” She kept an incredible poker face as she sped up her movements. “You want to see me cum, detka?”

“Yes, please,” you begged with a moan as you began to feel the familiar pressure building. “Fuck, I’m close.”

“You’re gonna cum already?” you heard her ask as your eyelids fluttered closed. “Not yet, detka. Turn it off.”

You whined loudly in protest but obliged, opening your eyes again as you turned off the wand and looked at her with what you hoped was a convincing pout. The ache between your legs was insisting on being taken care of, especially now that you were helplessly watching Natasha bring herself over the edge.

“Fuck,” she cried out with her head thrown back, breathing heavily as she slowed her movements but kept fingering herself. “You should really try that...it’s amazing.”

“Baby!” you whined again and she chuckled.

“Okay, okay. Why don’t you finger yourself, too?”

You dropped the wand from your dominant hand and slid two fingers into your mouth and wet them with your tongue, removing them just as slowly with a wink that had the redhead woman’s hips jolting a bit. A bit of your cockiness disappeared as you slipped inside yourself and began feeling needy all over again.

“That’s it, detka,” Natasha praised you with a grunt as she watched you mirror her actions and listened to your moans. “Spread your legs a bit more. Let me see all of you.”

You spread your legs and released a shuddering moan as the tips of your fingers met a spot inside of you that Natasha was an expert at reaching when she was there. Her hums and gasps were background noises to your own whines and moans, along with the lewd sounds of your fingers dipping in and out of your core at a rapid pace.

“Please baby,” you begged breathlessly.

“Please what?”

“Let me cum this time, please,” you gasped out as you felt yourself racing toward the peak you denied yourself earlier.

“Not yet, detka. Slow down.”

“You’re killing me here,” you huffed as you slowed the movement of your fingers, feeling your heartbeat still pounding in your chest.

“I know what I’m doing, trust me,” she told you, her chuckle turning into a quiet moan. “Grab your wand again and turn it as high as you can, and you can finger yourself as fast as you’d like.”

You picked up the wand eagerly as you caught a glimpse of Natasha continuing to finger herself while she watched you, and you turned it onto the second highest speed, crying out when it made contact with your clit again. Her encouraging words and soft moans filled your ears as you began bucking your hips to match the speed of your fingers, and a new feeling accompanied the building pressure.

“Baby...I think I’m gonna...fuck!”

Your walls began to clamp down on your fingers so hard that you could barely move them, and you screamed as you squirted on the bed. The wand buzzed loudly as it fell onto the mattress, and you scrambled to move it away from your sensitive core with wet and shaky fingers as you gasped for air. Once the toy was off completely, you dropped back against the pillows and closed your eyes as you endured the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“Did I kill you, detka?” Natasha teased with a laugh as you groaned loudly.

“Probably.”

“Be a good girl and go to the bathroom for me, please?”

“Give me a second,” you answered quietly, lying there for another few seconds before sitting up with an even louder groan. “I feel old.”

“And sleepy?” she asked in a hopeful tone and you laughed.

“I probably won’t wake up again until you come home,” you quipped as you stretched.

“Then you’ll be well-rested for round two.”

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bokuroskitten · 3 years

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HI HI okay I’m begging for poly Daichi & Suga with a fem reader! Literally anything you want I just love these two so much

Anything you say anon? I hope this is what you were looking for. The dynamic between Daichi and Suga is very soft to me. But after writing this, I can definitely picture something much spicier. Enjoy. ❦

Soft Touches and Whisky Breath

➝Genre: Fluff, SFW, a moment in the shower ➝warnings: showering, alcohol consumption ➝Character(s): Daichi Sawamura x Sugawara Koushi x Fem!Reader

Shhh, baby, you’re gonna wake the neighbours.” Daichi spoke, his brows furrowing in concern as he stood behind his drunken partners on the stairs, afraid that the two idiots might topple over. You had to clamp a hand over your lips and it still couldn’t conceal the giggles that bubbled from your gut. “Sorry sorry... tell Suga to stop being a silly goose then.”

“A silly goose?? What kinda insult is that lovey?” A laugh spilled from the grey-haired male then, his arm snaking around your waist to whisper close to your ear, despite the whiskey that dripped from his breath. “I know you got a dirtier mouth than that~”

“Suga~!” You were giggling all over again, cheeks turning dark as a hiccup slipped it's way between laughter. Daichi wanted to be annoyed, considering his partners were making a scene in the stairwell leading up their shared apartment, but it had been a while since the three of you had such a good night. You somehow all managed to have the night off, conveniently on the night when Kuroo was holding a party at his new home. Considering Daichi wasn’t much of a drinker he allowed You and Sugawara to drink while he drove.

Maybe he regretted it just a little bit right now as one of their floormates poked their head out the door, eyes narrowed at the loud couple. But after he waved an apology and pushed his partners to their door, he couldn’t help but smile. Seeing both of you so stress-free, just enjoying one another was rare now while you all had full-time jobs.

As soon as Daichi opened up the apartment door he ushered you and Suga inside, letting out a little sigh as Suga pulled you close to him, humming one of the songs that played earlier in the evening. “Alright, drunkies. Let’s head to bed, shall we?”

“Awwww no way~! It’s still early!” You whined, arms clinging to Suga as he suddenly spun the two of you around, his humming getting a little louder. Daichi sighed again, that little grin still on his lips as he dropped the house keys onto the counter. “It’s 2am baby, it’s not early.”

“I could dance the night away with our sweet girl~” Sugawara spoke, the flirtatious side of him always coming out by tenfold when he was drunk. That sent you into another giggling spree, only to be silenced by the press of Suga’s lips to your own. Although Daichi watched it fondly, he knew his partners would regret staying up so late in the morning. So instead, he approached the pair, easily pulling the two of you into an embrace that had them both groaning.

“As cute as the two of you are, it’s still bedtime. Let’s shower first then sleep Hm?”

“Ooooo~ we’re all gonna shower together Daichiii~” Suga was quick to pick up on such a topic, his arms finding their way to loop around Daichi’s broad shoulders, eyes twinkling with mischief. “I like the sound of that~” Daichi scoffed, easing Suga’s arms away from his neck to push him towards the bathroom instead. “Get your head outta the gutter Mister.”

But he also noticed the little twinkle in your eyes as well, the rise of blush on your cheeks as you gripped at the fabric of Daichi’s shirt, didn’t say anything and just followed along. While Suga was pouting and claiming “a shower without sexy time is no fun” Daichi slowly eased his hand into yours, bringing you closer to his side so he could kiss the top of your head. “I think little miss has her head in the gutter too, but just won’t admit to it~”

“I do not!” You spoke with a pout, your cheek digging into Daichi’s side in an attempt to hide some of your blush. Sugawara wasn’t having it though as he took hold of your arm, pulled you into the bathroom and right up against his chest. He basically purred against your lips, his hands travelling dangerously close to your rear. “Cmon Bunny... share your naughty thoughts with me~”

“S-suga~!” You whined but didn’t pull away, rather you let him litter kisses along the skin of your neck. Daichi rolled his eyes, pulling off the black T-shirt he wore before gently taking hold of your hips, freeing you from Suga’s grasp despite the little mewls you released. “I’m only doing this because I don’t trust the two of you to shower alone.”

“Mhm Daichi, and I wanna see you naked so— “Suga was just peachy with himself as he easily eased off the button up he wore, sending a wink Daichi’s way that actually had him a little flustered. “Jeez...” he murmured, deciding to focus on you instead and grab at the zipper at the back of the dress you wore. “Lemme help you, baby.”

“Thanks, Daddy~” Daichi had paused mid zip then, flush rising on his checks as the title slipped past your lips like it was nothing like it wasn’t what you called him in the bedroom. His eyes travelled to Suga to see if he had noticed but he didn’t, rather he was testing the shower water, goosebumps rising along his naked calves. He finished unzipping you with a bit of a shaky sigh, easing the dress off of your shoulders and bringing his lips down close to your ear.

You might have been drunk, but it was still so damn cute when you called him that.

“You’re welcome, baby girl.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your ear lobe that had you giggling. Once the dress was pooled at your feet you easily kicked off your panties as well, a little shiver travelling up your spine from the air hitting your now very much naked and cold body. Sugawara pulled you towards the bath, bringing your hand under the tap to see if the water was “steamy enough for their steamy shower time.” And your giggles just amplified.

Daichi was beginning to think bringing his partners for a shower wasn’t a good idea, as his desires were suddenly getting the better of him watching the two of you ease into the shower, the warm water making Suga’s natural hair a darker grey, slowly drip down his pale shoulders. Taking in a long breath he quickly stripped himself, decided that maybe things should be speedy in the shower.

“You two okay?” He asked when he stepped in behind you, having your form between himself and Suga. You turned towards him with a smile, your dampened face pressing into his bare chest as you murmured.

“Thanks for taking care of us Daddy...” that time Sugawara definitely heard, the smirk that curled on his face making Daichi wanna put him in his place. But rather than making a sly remark he just nodded, his palms sliding over your naked back and leaning in to press a kiss into Daichi’s shoulder. “You’re the best, Sawamura.”

The gesture made the tips of his ears turn pink, eyes widening a bit before a pleasant smile came over his face. There was a warmth that fluttered in his chest as he looked down to his partners, as his thick arms wrapped around the both of them to somehow pull them closer to him. Rather than saying anything he just pressed his lips to Sugawara’s, keeping you pressed between the two as they shared the intimate moment.

The kissing continued until you burped against Daichi’s chest, the action making both boys burst out into laughter, a laughter that almost had Suga toppling in the slippery tub. Deciding that things were only going to get dangerous Daichi decided to speed things up, easing soap over both of his partners to get them cleaned quickly.

There was laughter and drunken and sly touches shared, but nothing too crazy happened before the three of them were all out of the bath, wrapped in cuddly PJs and finding a place in their shared bed. You were already beginning to doze off, the hot water and booze finally getting to you as your face pressed into Suga’s chest. With your eyes fluttering closed Daichi watched with a gentle smile, one palm holding up his head while his other rested on Suga’s waist, gently pet along it.

“I’m so glad we got to spend the night together...” Sugawara mumbled, his palms cradling the back of your head as he slowly met Daichi’s gaze. “We really do love you, Dai.”

“I know baby...” Daichi responded, pressing a kiss to Sugawara’s forehead before he watched him settle into the pillows. “Get some sleep okay drunkies....” When there was no response he chuckled gently.

“I love you.”

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realcube · 3 years

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waking up the hq boys at midnight to get ice-cream hcs🍦

characters: tsukishima, tanaka, nishinoya, ushijima, sugawara, oikawa, kageyama

note: yes, this was very much inspired by that one tiktok sound where the girl wakes up her bf to get ice-cream-

also, i use midnight as like..the middle of the night- not actaully 12AM lol

tw// fluff, sangwoo-

Tsukishima Kei

you did not need to wake him up at 1AM to get ice-cream

man was already up, having just came off his phone and laying like this 😐 in bed as he either waited for himself to fall asleep or was thinking about an awkward interaction he had earlier that day

anyway, as soon as you turned to him like ‘tsukki, do you wanna come with me to get ice-cream?’

he was suddenly 😴 fast asleep, fake snores and all

you were stubborn though, so you hopped out of bed up to go get ice-cream by yourself if he was just going to ignore you

although, once you threw your coat on, tsukishima decided to start questioning your unusual behaviour, ‘why do you want ice-cream? it’s night; can’t you just sleep like a normal person and have ice-cream in the morning?’

honestly, tsukishima probably finds your nightly antics more endearing and cute rather than annoying

he’d never admit it though-

if you talk to him after midnight, on the outside he always looks displeased but really, he loves talking to you period

whether it is at 5PM or 1AM

you shrugged, without an explanation for your craving, ‘i don’t need to reason my midnight urges to you.’

with that, you turned on your heels to head out the door with the full intention of going to get ice-cream - this wasn’t a game

tsukishima groaned as he finally deduced that you were being dead serious and not just doing this to irritate him

‘ugh, wait.’ he scoffed, forcing himself out of bed to follow you, ‘we have ice-cream downstairs, dumb-ass. don’t bother going out.’

you didn’t spare him a glance, continuing to venture to the front door, ‘yeah, but we don’t have strawberry.’

tsukishima glared at you, realising that persuasion would not work in this situation so he’d have to resort to brute force and trickery

‘ah, alright.’ he let out a sigh of defeat, ‘at least give us a hug before you go then.’

you paid no mind to how he referred to himself as plural, which is something he only does when he is lying or guilty as he is talking on behalf of his two faces

also, you should’ve realised something was up when he actually asked for a hug instead of just expecting you to give him one

obliging, you wrapped him in a hug; allowing him to scoop you up into his arms, throw you over his shoulder and carry you to the kitchen

‘let me go, you whore!’ you squealed, lightly slapping his back as if that’d make him let you go

tsukishima snickered at how childish you were being, ‘you can’t go out in the middle of the night to get ice-cream. you’ll die.’

‘i won’t die!’

‘you definitely will.’

anyway, he ends up making you both a bowl of ice-cream and eating it with you at the kitchen table while watching Spirited Away

and despite the fact he had some too, he’ll tease you about this for..the rest of your life

like sometimes he’ll just wake you up in the middle of the night (during holidays ofc - he respects your sleep schedule) and whisper in your ear, ‘(y/n), do you wanna come get ice-cream with me?’

Tanaka Ryūnosuke

IORFHIEBGEGBO THIS MAN

ik most ppl would think he’d just go with you without a second thought or that he’d be the one asking you to go out for ice-cream but- no-

well, yes; he wants to

but when you wake him at 1AM

(which he doesn’t mind btw bc sometimes he accidentally wakes you up at like 3AM bc he’s ragin’ on Battlefield oop-)

and you’re all like ‘ryū, wanna go get ice-cream?’ *puppy eyes*

he’s like ‘sure!- but i ain’t got money so- no ❤’

then he goes back to sleep

however, if you say that you’ll pay..he’s already standing with your bags by the door

so you’re definitely gonna have to fork up some cash for that good quality pistachio gelato for him if you want his presence 😌

but tbh, if you said that you were just gonna pay for yourself, he’d come anyway-

Nishinoya Yū

y’all go out at midnight for ice-cream at least once a week-

and it literally began bc you were watching ASMRs and Mukbangs together at 1AM during a sleepover

and one person was having some lemon gelato and it looked 👌✨ immaculate

in that moment, you both looked at each other and neither of you had to utter a single word for you both to know that there was a mutual goal in mind; to get ice-cream, ASAP

so yeah ig you didn’t have to wake him up but you did need to awake the desire for ice-cream inside him

needless to say, y’all ran to the nearest ice-cream place

and you made a race out of it

(you won, ofc)

AND YOU BOTH SHARED A CUP OF GELATO AND IT WAS SO CUTE ! q(≧▽≦q)

and y’know the trope where you have food on the corner of your lip/chin etc and the person kisses you to get rid of it?

yeah he tried to do that with the trope in mind but he deadass LICKED you IWFBVBBFRI

he was like ‘omg (y/n), lemme get that for you’ 😋👅

honestly, ig it depends if you are into that kinda stuff but ik some ppl would leave fast af ( ﾟдﾟ)つ Bye

Ushijima Wakatoshi

sorry i might have a bit of favouritism going on but i feel like ushijima would be a bigger bitch about it than tsukishima (at first)

but it’s like- solely bc you woke him up y’know?

‘ushijima, wanna go get ice-cream?’

he’s just laying there with his bed-head like :/

silently livid bc you messed up his potential 9 hours of sleep

‘no.’

pester all you want but that is the best you’re getting out of him that night

HOWEVER, the following afternoon (after practise ofc), he took you out for ice-cream 😊

and unlike some would believe (by ‘some’, i mean myself 2 secs ago.) i don’t think he’d be all ‘ice-cream is horrible for your health, (y/n)’ or ‘i can’t believe you’re eating that filth. your body is a temple.’

but that rather he’d just happily eat gelato with you; everything in moderation ig :)

OH AND HE’D PURPOSELLY BUY A DIFFERENT FLAVOUR FROM YOU SO HE COULD BE LIKE

‘(y/n), do you want a bite of mine?’ and give you a spoonful to try like the romance king he is

Oikawa Tōru

you wouldn’t wake him up bc mf needs his beauty sleep

plus, it was during a sleepover at your house so ofc you didn’t want to wake up your guest

but he’s a light sleeper so when you’re shuffling through your stuff at 1AM, sneaking around the house to find a jacket (trying to be as quiet as possible so you don’t wake him up); his eyes are open and he’s speculating that sangwoo is near

until he turns around to notice that you’re not laying next to him and he is in fact being spooned by a large pillow (probably a sangwoo body pillow smh)

after that, he hops to his feet and storms through the house in search of you so he can yell at you for ruining his sleep grr

however, once he finds you and realises that you look ready to head out, he feels inclined to firstly ask, ‘where are you going? you know it’s 2AM, right?’

you replied by explaining your plan to sneak out for ice-cream and he just stared at you, absolutely bewildered for a few moments

he stood like a statue with that stupid expression on his face for ages so you asked him if he was alright, to which he responded, ‘that’s such a stupid idea.’

‘so, you’re not coming with?’

‘of course i am.’

so you both ended up sitting with your ice-cream cones, in your pyjamas, on a park bench somewhere, admiring the moonlit sky along with the stars adorning it

oh, and that was actually the first time he said ‘i love you.’

Sugawara Kōshi

if feel like suga would be exactly like the guy in the sound/video: confused, tired and extremely reluctant but ofc inevitably he ends up standing outside of a dessert place, hand-in-hand with you

he’d wake up, weary from fatigue and he barely has the strength to argue with you during the day - so how exactly was he supposed to do it in the middle of the night?

thus, he lugged himself out of bed and threw on a coat but as soon as the cold winter air bit at his nose, he was flooded with the energy and will-power to try convince you stay in with him

(It’s his parental senses)

‘you’ll catch a cold, darling!’ (yes, he does call you that.) ‘and it’s night too, there’s probably a bunch of creeps out and around!’

at that point, it was just a battle of will

bc you both had each other’s wishes at heart

you wanted him to have peace of mind and he wanted you to have ice-cream

(and he was kinda craving some himself tbh)

so you both decided to stay in, tucking into the half-eaten tubs of Ben & Jerry’s in the fridge

and after that, neither of you got any sleep bc you both stayed up watching movies and cuddling 🥺

Kageyama Tobio

he was wide awake at 2AM, laying beside you on the bed, practising sets

so ofc the time wasn’t an issue

but kageyama wasn’t big on sweet treats so when you suggested that y’all should go out for ice-cream, you were shocked - to say the least - when he simply replied

‘sure’

like why would he oppose? he was already awake. plus, he was kinda craving something sweet tbh

also, he could tell it’d make you happy and he’s whipped tbh

so you took advantage of this indifferency by immediately jolting up and dragging him to your favourite dessert place

the whole time, he acted as usual - it was as if he was just on a regular walk to school

when you got there, you both shared a sundae and he paid; what a king (❤´艸｀❤)

(it was bc you had forgotten your wallet/purse at home- but still a kind gesture 💕)

you both just sat in a booth, pecking away at the sundae while talking about anything and everything that came to mind as the low, distant R&B music from the shop’s speakers played in the background

‘it is flat. have you ever been on a plane before, (y/n)? did you see a single curve? no.’

you rolled your eyes, finding it physically painful how stupid kagyeama could be sometimes, ‘it’s science, kags. the earth is round! the curves are just very subtle.’

‘no.’

‘YOU CAN’T SAY NO! IT’S SCIENCE!’

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ofstarsandvibranium · 4 years

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Flowers for Spencer

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Spencer Reid x F!Reader

Summary: Spencer starts receiving flowers from a secret admirer. A different one each day, a different meaning.

A/N: It’s 2am and I decided to write a spencer reid oneshot because i’m completely soft for this man. enjoy.

A white carnation sat on Spencer’s desk when he arrived to work. Just a single flower with no note or indication of who it was from.

He picked it up with an intrigued expression on his face, gaining the attention of Emily and Derek.

“Whatcha got there, Reid?” Emily asked as she set her things on her desk.

“Dianthus caryophyllus, also known as a carnation. Different colored carnations represent different meanings. For example, a white carnation represents something being sweet or love.”

Derek snorted, “Someone in love with you, Reid?”

The young doctor shrugs, “I don’t know. I might be looking too much into it. Someone probably just picked a random flower and placed it on my desk.”

Emily cocked her head to the side and looked at Spencer curiously, “No, I think that flower was given to you for a reason, Reid.” Her eyes widened and she stood up from her desk, pointing at the flower, “I bet someone has a crush on you and they’re trying to tell you through the flowers!”

“That’s creepy,” Derek retorted as he took a sip from his coffee.

Emily rolled her eyes, “Well I think it’s sweet.”

“What’s sweet?” you ask when you approach Spencer and Emily, handing them their respective to-go cups of coffee.

“Our good doctor here has a secret admirer,” Derek points out with a grin.

You look back at Spencer with a soft smile, “That so?”

He shyly smiles back and shrugs, “It could be nothing. But it’s nice. Never received flowers before.”

“Well whoever it is, that’s very sweet of them. Anyway, JJ said to meet in the briefing room in five. I just gotta grab some files to I’ll see you guys there.”

____________

The next day, Spencer found another flower on his desk. This time it was a

“Bellis perennis, known as the common daisy.” Spencer states when JJ, Derek, Penelope, and Emily gather around him as he holds the flower in between his fingers.

“And what does this one stand for?” Emily asks.

“Innocence and purity.”

Derek nods in agreement, “I mean, I think that sums you up perfectly, Reid.”

Spencer looks at him confusedly, “Thanks?”

“Okay, okay. Do we know anyone who has a particular fondness of flowers?”

The small group stand in silence for three seconds and proceeded to shake their heads, “Nope. Not a clue.”

You approached everyone with files in your arms and a curious look on your face, “What’s everyone standing around for?”

“Our adorable Doctor Reid received another flower from his secret admirer. They think he’s innocent and pure.” Derek chimes in, answering your question.

“Which I don’t understand, at all.” Spencer retorts.

“I think it’s cute,” Penelope states, “Guys often don’t receive flowers and I’m glad it’s you, Spencer.”

“Thanks, Garcia.” he replies shyly and then looks back at you, “Do you have any idea who it might be? Have you seen anyone hanging close to my desk lately?”

You give him a shake of your head, “No, sorry, Spence. But I think it’s nice of whoever it is for them to do this.”

He hums in agreement and sits back down at his desk once everyone disperses, “Oh!” his face lights up, “I just remembered, the new edition of Agents of Atlas series released today! If we have time, you wanna come with me to get it?”

“Sure! Maybe afterwards, we can go to the pizza place down the street from there?”

“Sounds like a plan!”

“Great!” you say enthusiastically before following JJ to her office.

Derek, who witnessed the interaction, rolled over to Spencer’s desk with a smirk on his face, “You and Y/N?”

Spencer already gives him a disapproving look, “We’re just friends.”

“What if she’s your secret admirer? It makes sense right? Ever since JJ hired her as her assistant, you two have been connected at the hip! You’re into the same nerdy stuff, she always listens to you go off on your tangents. She’s sweet and pretty and-”

“And we’re just friends,” Spencer said again with a pointed look, “I don’t-” he paused and let out a sigh, “I don’t think she sees me like that, Morgan. She’s-She’s too good for me.”

It was Derek’s turn to give him a pointed look, “Reid, she’s perfect for you. But fine, whatever. Instead of yearning for some mystery person you have your dream girl right in front of you.” he then rolls back to his desk, getting back into the zone of looking over case files.

_________

It’s been almost two years since you were hired to be JJ’s assistant. She was an amazing and efficient woman, but she finally caved after she realized that work was consuming her and she needed help. That’s when you stepped in and it was the best thing to ever happen to you. Sort of. Sure, you had to read through some really violent and cruel files, but you also aided in helping save lives. Not to mention, you grew close to the one Doctor Spencer Reid.

On your first day, you two immediately hit it off. He noticed your Star Trek pin on your bag, quoting a Spock line to you that made you grin from ear to ear.

You two shared a lot of the same interests and your personalities were fairly similar. Derek had complained that now there were two Reids he had to work with, but you knew he meant it jokingly.

Getting to know Spencer and growing close with him was something you enjoyed. You loved spending time with him, listening to him ramble and go on random tangents. Everything he said was so remarkably fascinating, you wished he would never stop talking. You grew to like him more than a friend.

Eventually, you realized that your small crush you harbored had grown into something more and you didn’t know what to do. Spencer was the best friend you’ve ever had. He understood you so well and not to mention you two got along fantastically. You just didn’t want to put your friendship at risk.

So what did you resort to? Leaving him flowers to express how you felt.

______________

“Is that lavender?” Penelope asked, sniffing the air when she entered the bullpen.

Derek nodded, “Yup. Another gift from Spencer’s secret admirer. Apparently this one means admiration.”

She looked at Spencer in awe, “Wow. A flower every single day this week, Spencer. This person must really like you! You got an idea who it is yet?”

He shook his head, “Nope.”

That made her confused, “But you’re a profiler. Can’t you figure it out? Oh! Wait! I can hack into the cameras and figure it out for you!” she began to rush towards her office, but Spencer called out to her.

“Please, don’t. I-I don’t wanna embarrass whoever this is.”

“But don’t you wanna know who’s gone sweet on ya?” she asks with a friendly smile.

He shrugs, “Yeah, but-I don’t know. I want them to build up the courage to reveal themselves to me. Plus...I like the attention. No one’s ever given me flowers before, let alone shown this much interest in me.”

Penelope wanted to say something, something that she knew but also didn’t know. She had a hunch, but she didn’t want to rile Spencer up with the risk of her being wrong. So instead, she gave him a smile and a nod, and said, “Understood.”

____________

It was late and everyone had left for the night. A case still in progress, but Hotch ordered everyone to get a good night’s sleep to rest their brains.

You were the only one left, wanting to finish up some tasks that you haven’t been able to complete since the case had emerged.

When you were finished, you exited JJ’s office and peered into the bullpen. Empty. So you quickly and carefully pulled out the flower that you planned on giving Spencer.

You rushed over to his desk, placing it at his workstation, a soft smile on your lips.

“You should tell him,” the voice made you jump with a gasp. Heart on your hand you turned around to see Hotch standing in the doorway of his office.

“I thought everyone left.” you murmured.

“Just had some things to finish up.” he closed his office door and walked towards you. He stood before you, stuffing his hands in his pockets and nodded towards Spencer’s desk, “You should tell him.”

“I will just not right now. I just-I don’t know how to tell him. And if I do, what if he rejects me? Then our entire friendship is washed down the toilet because I couldn’t control my feelings.”

“He likes you too, Y/N.”

“How do you know?”

“I’m a profiler. It’s my job,” he says with a smirk. He gives you a soft nudge, “Lemme walk you to your car.”

You sighed and agreed, following him out of the bullpen with a plan brewing in your mind.

___________

“Ranunculus,” Spencer’s head shoots up when he hears your voice and sees you staring down at him, “Means you have charm and you’re attractive. But I’m sure you knew that already.”

He clears his throat and sits up more, “Yeah,” he looks down at the flower in his hand and back up at you, “So what do you think of all this? It’s been a week and a half and my secret admirer still hasn’t revealed themselves to me. Should I just treat it as a case and start profiling them?”

A part of you wanted to reject that idea completely, but you had to remain cool. So you shrugged, “Don’t know. Maybe they’re just trying to buy a little bit more time.”

“I think by the end of the week, if they don’t reveal themselves, I’ll just go looking for them instead. Do you think that sounds like a good idea?”

“It’s your life, Spence. You do what you want. My opinion shouldn’t matter.”

“But it does. Your opinion matters a lot to me,” he says softly, a shy grin on his face, one that you came to love.

You hear someone clear their throat and you turn around to see JJ, “Sorry, Y/N, but I need some help.”

“Right, sorry!” you give Spencer a wave and head back to JJ’s office to assist her.

________________

It was the last day of the week and Spencer was disappointed to find his desk lacking a flower.

His coworkers all peering at the surface, frowns matching his own.

“No flower?” Emily asked.

“Guess not.”

“Maybe someone took it and threw it away?” Derek asked.

Spencer shook his head, “No. No. I think-I think that means they’re gonna come clean. My secret admirer is going to reveal themselves to me today.”

Cue the group discussing who it could possibly, chattering among themselves sharing their own respective theories. All the while, Spencer plops into his chair and begins to take out a file and notebook from his bag.

When he hears someone clear their throat, he looks up, eyes catching yours briefly before landing on a single red rose in your hand.

“Hi,” you greeted him mousily. Nervous butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

“Hi,” Spencer murmured softly, standing to his feet, “Whatcha got there?”

You look down at the rose, finger delicately grazing along its petals, “For you,” you extend it to him and he takes it, “It’s me. I’m your secret admirer. And if you don’t feel the same, it’s okay. i just-I dunno. You’re kind and smart and funny and wonderful and an amazing friend. I’ve never met anyone like you, Spencer.”

“How long?”

“Hm?” you look at him now and you see the softness in his eyes.

“How long have you had feelings for me?”

“Three months after I started working here.”

He chuckles in disbelief, “Almost two years and we could’ve been dating during this entire time.”

You look at him confusedly until realization struck you, “You-”

“Yeah,” he says with a smile, “For just as long.”

“Oh,” you say with a shy grin.

“Score!” Penelope and Derek high five, breaking the sweet moment you and Spencer were having. JJ and Emily were digging through their wallets handing over the other two money.

Realizing what was happening, both you and Spencer looked at them in shock, “You bet on us?!”

“Not necessarily,” Emily murmured in dismay.

“We all made bets on who we thought the secret admirer was. Morgan and Garcia bet it was you.”

“And I did as well,” Hotch added with a smirk on his face as he reached out to collect his winnings.

You scoffed, “That’s not fair, Hotch! You already knew!”

The group looked at their boss in surprise and disappointment. He shrugged, “I caught her placing a flower on his desk last week when everyone left.”

“I’ll be taking that!” Spencer plucked the money out of Hotch’s hands.

“And what’re you gonna use that money on?” Derek asked.

Spencer looked at you and smiled, “A date.”

#spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid

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satendou · 4 years

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𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝟚𝟛: 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒

⇀ osamu miya

osamu groaned as he stumbled into his small apartment. it was late, but he still saw the signs that you had waited up for him-- the smell of a freshly blown out candle, the sound of the compressor on the air conditioner still winding down, and the overall sense of a room just emptied.

he glanced at his watch: 2am.

his footsteps were muffled by the thick carpeting as he padded down the hall, the faint scents of freshly baked goods wafting behind him, exhaustion creeping further into his bones with every step. pushing the door open on a dark room, he could just barely make out your shape in the bed. he shed clothes with every step until he was naked, slipping beneath the covers.

you murmured in your sleep and snuggled closer, back molding to his chest. his breath ruffled your hair when he chuckled, fingers skimming up your exposed thigh and underneath your shirt.

you lifted your arm up out of habit, breath hitching before resuming evenly, and his hand came to cup your breast. it was natural for osamu and often the first thing he did when he crawled into bed with you.

he shifted, simply trying to get comfortable, squeezing the soft flesh as he moved closer, and you gasped softly.

“oops,” he said, but he didn’t sound especially sorry. hissing when you rolled your hips back against his soft cock, he tweaked your nipple in response. he wasn’t in an especially teasing mood, and he was already half asleep, but now he couldn’t think of anything but your soft breast in his hand and his slowly hardening cock rubbing between the cheeks of your ass.

you were making little noises, gasps and quiet moans as he played with first one nipple then the other. he kept his touches light, skimming down your stomac before slipping his hand into your panties. the pads of his fingers found your clit, swirling moisture around the little bud as he listened to your breath grow uneven.

“‘samu, ‘m tired,” you murmured, barely awake. you didn’t protest when he pulled your panties down your leg, nor when he hooked your leg over his to give him access. you were still drifting in and out of sleep, barely aware of what was going on besides a pulsing ache in your clit and a desire to be filled by the cock rubbing against your folds.

“it’ll be quick, princess, i promise,” he groaned, giving you no time to respond as he sunk slowly into you. he muffled his noises on your shoulder as your pussy swallowed him, so tight it made him choke while you twisted the sheets in your fist as he stretched you open. “goddamn, yer tight.”

your lips were parted in a silent cry, the noises stuck in your throat as he pulled out and thrust back in, setting a languid pace that allowed you to feel every vein on his shaft scraping your walls.

“‘s-samu, so good,” you breathed at last, tilting your upper body forward and locking your leg behind his knees. it put pressure on your hip until he hooked his elbow underneath your knee, the head of his cock now hitting your g-spot with every thrust. the fog in your brain deepened as the pleasure mounted, combining and pushing you right to the edge of your orgasm. you couldn’t remember ever cumming so fast, but when your fingers grazed your clit, you clamped down around him as you tipped over.

he bit out a curse, thrusts growing sloppy as you squeezed his cock. a few more pumps and he was spilling inside you, panting as he pulled you back into his chest. glancing at the clock, your spinning vision saw it was now 2:20am, and you laughed. the motion caused you to clench around him again, making him his, his hand wrapping around your throat to still you.

“lemme stay like this,” he whispered, face hidden in your hair as the exhaustion crept back in, forcing his eyes to shut. the feel of your slick walls around his softening cock was unexpectedly pleasant and he wasn’t in any mood to move. “love ya, _____.”

you murmured something back to him, but whether it was because he was falling asleep or you were, he couldn’t make it out. assuming it was your own declaration, he let sleep overtake him. he only had a few hours before he had to be up again, but making love to you was well worth losing sleep.

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sunflowerhae · 4 years

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Tandoori Chicken

⚠️HORROR ,, by the name you wouldn’t guess right?? Lmao keep reading! It’s not like, that bad? Still could be scary!

| 🎞📽 ▹▹Mark x reader

🎙• For the sake of the story, we’re gonna pretend that college dorm rooms have normal sized beds with the phat sheets, and not the high beds where you can clearly see underneath. ALSO also, I got this from a video I saw on Instagram of a TIKTOK, explaining a story where the same thing happens, although it’s a BIT different. Lemme tell u when I wrote the climax sentence, my own stomach dropped and tears came to my eyes at the sheer fear of the situation. Lol ENJOY!

“Jesus, how late is it?” Mark mumbled as he leaned back from his hunched position over the desk to stretch, only to find the library basically empty, with only the two librarians and a student or two staggering about. You - sitting across from him - looking up at his words, and, when reaching over to your phone and turning it on, were surprised to find that is was 12:46am. You stared at Mark in disbelief, and you both were astounded at how long you two managed to study without checking the time.

“Maybe we should end it there for the night?” You questioned, and Mark nodded while beginning to pack up his stuff - you starting to do the same. Everything was going fine up until the two of you found yourself standing on the library steps; prepared to say goodbye.

“So how are you getting home?” Mark asked, scratching the back of his neck.

“Um, probably walking. I live on campus, so it won’t be long. How ‘bout you?” Mark sighed at your question.

“Well, the bus doesn’t run this late, and I’m in a frat - as you know -

“-right,” you nodded.

“-so we live kind of off campus, I’m not sure. I might have to call someone. Maybe hyuck will be up?” He had started mumbling to himself a bit, and you smiled at him awkwardly, before finally suggesting what had been on your mind.

“Well, you could always just, I don’t know, psh, stay the night with me? I mean - not with me, with me, but.. I mean my roommate is at her um, b-boyfriends tonight so there’s an empty bed and I’m sure she wouldn’t mind you spending the night there once I explain the situation! I mean, you don’t have to or anything I totally understand if you just wann-“

“Y/N, y/n! Chill, sure, that’d be great actually. Hyuck would kill me if I woke him up - or worse, interrupted a gaming sess.” Mark gave his signature boyish laugh, and your heart leapt.

The thing is, you really liked Mark. You had him in your Political Science class, and the two of you had never spoken up until the moment you got paired together for a project - three months ago. You had already finished the project, but the two of you genuinely enjoyed each other’s company, so you liked to study together. It wasn’t much of a friendship, but it was something. Sometimes, you both studied in a cafe, and Mark would always buy your drink,

so yeahhh, it was love.

When the two of you finally got back to your bedroom, something felt, off. It was cold, first off, which was unusual - your roommate always left the room hot. Second, it was pitch black, but you could have sworn you left a lamp on - knowing how much you hated walking all the way across the room in the dark to turn on the light. The scariest thing, however, was that your door was unlocked. Had your roommate possibly changed all of this before she left? You were scared, but felt more calm with Mark walking in right after you.

After you turned on the lamp, you turned around to Mark, who was looking at all the photos on your desk. “I’ll see if Seulgi - my, uh, roommate - has anything you can wear. Her boyfriend stays over a lot.” You went and looked in her drawers, and successfully found a pair of shorts for Mark to wear. After giving them to him and turning around so he can change, he awkwardly coughed, and you both stood in silence; until Mark broke it.

“Um, I might just sleep on the floor. I already am wearing her clothes, I don’t want to take your roommates bed too. It might be more comfortable for me.”

“You sure?” Mark nodded in affirmation, and you gave him a quick, “ok,” before taking an extra blanket you had in your closest and handing it to him, along with a pillow of yours. After he comfortably was resting on the ground, and you were snuggled into your sheets, you wordlessly turned off the lamp and gave Mark a, “night, Mark,” to which he responded,

“Sweet dreams, y/n.”

2:00am.

You could hear the shuffling.

At first, you didn’t want to open your eyes - hoping you could will yourself back into your dreams - but eventually it got kind of annoying, so you turned your body to be facing outwards and opened your eyes. You could just barely make out a figure standing in the room, and in a moment of terror and surprise, you turned on your light.

Mark was standing in the middle of your dorm room, which would usually calm you down, but the look on his face just scared you more. He looked like a mix of confused, and also terrified - but it seemed like he was trying to keep that one in.

“Mark, what are you doing up?”

Mark quickly glanced at you, almost as if he didn’t know you were awake, and gave you the strangest look you’ve ever seen on someone’s face before.

“Y/n,” he suddenly says, “I’m hungry, let’s go get some tandoori chicken.” You were baffled, and sat up higher in your bed.

“Mark, no, it’s 2am. Just get something from the food cart thingy,” you said, and gestured to the food area of your dorm. Mark’s face went even more pale then it already was - you just now realized how pale it was - and before you knew it, he took two huge strides over to your spot on the bed, grabbed your forearm, and used all of his strength to pull you off the bed.

“No, we’re GETTING tandoori chicken, right now.” Once you’re successfully off the bed, he continues to pull you out of the room, not even letting you get your keys or shoes before you leave.

Once you both are successfully out of your room and a few feet down the hallway, Mark stops, and you pull your arm from his grip while you practically yell, “what the hell mark?” Mark turns around to face you, and he no longer tried to hide his blatant fear; you realized he was successfully holding back, because the look in his eyes at that moment chilled you to the bone.

“I’m not really hungry, we just needed to get out of that room. Y/n, there was someone under your bed.”

Bonus (this is a bonus bc I don’t like it lol)•

You felt like you were about to throw up, but successfully kept it down as you asked,

“What?”

“Okay, I woke up like, 4 minutes before you did with like this restless feeling that I was being watched, and no offense but I thought it was you because well, you’re the only one in the room with me, right? Well when I opened my eyes, and look up at you, you were dead asleep. I felt sick, because the feeling was still there, only heightened, like whoever was watching me knew that I knew. I just moved my line of sight to under the bed for a second, just a glance, and I saw someone staring back at me, y/n. A man, a whole ass person, just...watching me. I got up as casually as i could and started mumbling about wanting chicken just loud enough to where they could hopefully hear me, and you would hopefully wake up; thankfully you did.” You both quickly made a b-line straight for your RA’s dorm, but when the police checked your room, no one was there, but there was evidence of them being there. You guessed they left while you and Mark were out of the room, but it didn’t stop the fact that you now had a habit of checking every nook and cranny of your living space the minute you got home, and it didn’t definitely didn’t stop you and Mark from sleeping together most nights, possibly using the shared trauma to get closer.

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hollandsrecs · 3 years

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someone tell me to go to sleep instead of being fake productive at 2am

hi! so for some reason i thought that google sheets would be an easier way of organising the fic searches on this blog, which is why i’ve been spending way too long on this spreadsheet:

it’s got all of the asks that people have sent in, with links to the fics they’re looking for. it will be constantly updated when more people send in asks looking for fics.

it should be viewable to everyone, so if you guys need to look for a specific fic please check here first to see if someone else has asked for it already (a guide to searching the spreadsheet is on the second tab, ‘how to use’)

in addition, i added a ‘date posted / date found’ section because sometimes it takes me a while to find fics. legit went and found some fics today from asks that were posted 4 months ago, so maybe keep on checking to see if i’ve found your fic yet (if it’s labelled as ‘missing’ atm)

i’m actually so sleep deprived idk if i’m making sense!! please check it out!! and if you recognise a missing fic please lemme know ♡♡

#jaime.txt

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noodlecupcakeswritings · 4 years

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Mad Love - Chapter 24 ( The final Gotham fic)

After Gotham was cut out off from the mainland, Emerald starts to learn that three’s a crowd and Jeremiah soon shows his true colours. Will she stick around like she did with Jerome or will she finally get some sense to leave and reunite with her true love.

The fourth and final instalment in my Gotham/Emerald series.

Please leave comments, kudos and reblogs if you like it. It really helps me out as a writer, lemme know if you wanna be on the taglist as well :)

Warnings: Panic Attacks, Nightmares, Language, Blood, Gore, Stalking, Harassment

Chapter 24

Emeralds P.O.V

Screaming, I threw the phone across the room. The sound of the shower quickly stopped, and Eddie was out of the bathroom, still dripping wet and wrapping a towel around his waist. Panic was evident on his features and he took my hands in his. “What is it? What’s wrong?” He asked. Tears filled my eyes, my hands shaking in his hold. Breathing seemed more difficult and my heart felt like it would beat out of my chest. How had he gotten my number? Did that mean he knew where I lived? Was he watching the apartment right now?

Eddie sat me down on the bed, kneeling in front of me and trying to still my shaking hands. This was it; he was finally back to finish me off. “Emerald breathe for me,” Eddie said softly. I still could not focus properly; I was still panicking. Eddie kept hold of my hands, squeezing them gently. “Tell me where we met,” he spoke. “What?” “Tell me where and how we met.”

It took me a minute to find the answer. “A-at your...apartment. Your old one. You were patching Oswald up after he was shot,” I spoke. “That’s right. Good. And when we were in Arkham together, want did we find together?” Answers seemed to come easier now, I was able to focus; I was able to breathe. “We found the lab in the basement where they were doing experiments on patients,” I answered, confidently. Eddie stroked my hair, smiling softly, “good. Now can you tell me what happened?” Swallowing thickly, I nodded and pointed at the phone, “Jeremiah. I don’t know how he got my number, but if he has that, then it’s only a matter of time before he finds my apartment.”

“I’m not going to let that happen,” Eddie picked up the phone, locking the screen, “I want you to take a shower with me before we pack your things and you come stay with me.” “Eddie, I can’t.” “You can’t stay here if you don’t feel safe. And I’m not going to leave you here.” “But, what about space?” “Emerald, I have more than enough space for you.” “You’re not going to take no for an answer, are you?”

Eddie smirked, “no, I’m not. Come on, let’s shower,” he offered me his hand. Taking it, I allowed him to lead me to the bathroom and into the shower. Instead of trying to resist his attempts of care, this time I let him clean me up. Once finished he wrapped a towel around me and dried me off. A part of me didn’t mind this treatment, it was nice to be taken care of and doted on. Eddie helped me dress into warm, comfort clothes before packing what little belongings I had left. Now was the hard part, leaving and hoping that Jeremiah wasn’t watching my apartment.

Eddie turned to me, “I know it’s not ideal, but it would only be for tonight. If we stayed with Oswald, Jeremiah would not follow us there. We’d be safe and then in the morning we can go to mine and get you settled.” It made sense; Oswald had men everywhere which outnumbered Jeremiah considerably. I’d feel considerably safer there with all that security and protection. Nodding in agreement, Eddie sent Oswald a ‘heads up’ text before he led me down the two flights of stairs to the ground floor of my apartment complex.

Eddie laced his fingers with mine and headed out first, looking around before leading me to his car. Keeping my hood up, I glanced around, but nothing looked suspicious. Even during the car journey nobody followed us. Maybe it had just been a phone call to scare me. Well, it had worked. Even if he hadn’t found my apartment, I still needed to take precautions. A new phone would be sorted tomorrow. Parking the car in Oswald’s vast driveway, he opened my door and led me inside the mansion. Oswald was there to greet us and help us settle into one of the spare rooms.

Whilst I felt safer, I still couldn’t help but be weary. Eddie noticed how quiet I was and squeezed my hand, offering me a kind smile. “We’ll get through this, I promise,” he spoke. Maybe we would. But I could see it being difficult, long and tedious. And very testing. I just had to make sure my anxiety got the better of me and our relationship. “I’m sorry,” I mumbled. “What for? You’ve done nothing wrong.” “I just feel like we were having such a good date and things were perfect and then he just ruined it all.”

Eddie shook his head, smiling softly, “he hasn’t ruined it. In a way, he’s pushed me into asking you to move in with me sooner. So jokes on him.” This made me smile. It was getting late, and I knew it would be best if I got some sleep to stop myself from over thinking things. Changing into some pyjamas, I slipped under the expensive sheets. Eddie didn’t make a move to get ready for bed. He probably wanted to talk to Oswald. “Will you stay with me until I fall asleep? Please,” I asked. “Of course.” Shutting the light off, he sat on the edge of the bed and laced his fingers with mine. Feeling calmer, I eventually fell asleep.

Something woke me up around 2am. Likely my bladder. Or the light from the hallway, I was sure Eddie closed the door on his way out. Maybe he’d forgotten to close it when he’d come to bed. Shrugging it off, I snuggled in closer to him. Only there was something warm and wet on the sheets and now on me. Looking up, my eyes widened in horror as I found the source. Eddie lay next to me, a huge gash across his throat. And sat by the bed was Jeremiah, laughing and covered in blood. All I could do was scream as Jeremiah advanced on me.

I woke from the nightmare, screaming and covered in a cold sweat. The other side of the bed was empty, and the door was closed. But in my panicked state, I continued to scream. The door burst open and Eddie ran in, alive and also panicked. “What is it? Whats wrong?” He asked quickly at my side. He pulled me into his arms, stroking my hair to calm me down. Realizing it had indeed been just a nightmare, I started crying, burying my face in his chest partly from embarrassment. “Bad dream?” He asked. I nodded. The whole house was probably awake from my screaming.

“He isn’t here, he can’t hurt you. I promise you, your safe,” Eddie reassured me. Eventually I calmed down and Eddie got me settled back in bed. Only this time he stayed, wrapping me in the sheets and his arms where I could feel safe and secure. Sleep came easier this time.

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Over the next month Jeremiah somehow managed to get hold of every new number I had. And the phone calls and texts were constant. A lot of the time I kept my phone turned off so I could ignore it. But when Eddie and I went back to my apartment to grab the last of my things, there were also letters littering the floor below my letterbox. Eddie didn’t let me read any of them, not that I wanted to, anyway. I knew better now. I knew not to give in to Jeremiahs demands or requests. He’d get bored soon…hopefully. Eddie searched the apartment first, just to be on the safe side before he let me in any further.

Eddie had threatened to confront Jeremiah a few times, but luckily, I’d always managed to talk him out of it. It would just add fuel to the fire. For now, this was tame compared to what I knew Jeremiah was capable of. But I would be lying if I said it wasn’t bothering me. Nightmares were frequent, and I was constantly looking over my shoulder. My paranoia was through the roof, much like my anxiety, and I refused to be alone at Eddies for longer than thirty minutes. Heading to the bedroom, I started gathering the last of my clothes. Only some of them were strewn across the bed, and the sheets looked like they’d been slept in recently.

He’d been here, he’d broken in and slept in my bed and toyed with my things. I needed some air. Exiting the bedroom, I headed to the fire escape window and threw it open. Of course Eddie knew that something was wrong as I took deep breaths to keep myself calm. “He was here, wasn’t he?” He asked. My stomach churned and with every passing second the urge to throw up was growing stronger. Yet I still managed a nod to answer his question. Eddie made a sound of frustration and headed into the bedroom to see for himself. During that time, I got myself some water to calm my stomach.

“I’m going to talk to him, we can’t keep doing this,” Eddie spoke. “No! No, Eddie, please don’t. He’ll get bored eventually and he’ll stop.” “That’s what you said the last two times. And its only gotten worse. Something needs to be done.” “You can’t go and talk to him. That will really make things worse. And if you didn’t come back…” I trailed off. “Then what do you suggest?” He asked, very clearly annoyed. Biting my lip, I tried to find an answer that would satisfy him. Eddie placed his hands on my shoulders, his expression softening.

“The Emerald I know wouldn’t let someone scare her into submission, she would have already killed them. I hate to say it, but you weren’t ever this bad with Jerome,” Eddie said. His words played over and over in my head. He was right. I would have done something about it by now. But it wasn’t too late. I could still do something about it.

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