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spdrvyn · 11 months

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i'll be lonely with you — MIGUEL O'HARA

SUMMARY: with the passage of time and whispers from your acquaintances at the spider society HQ, you've found out that your boss has a habit of sneaking out of his office during the dead hours of night to eat dinner. completely alone.

NOTES: new formatting for fics !!! do you guys like it? :3 i decided to include summaries that way it would be easier for people to understand the general jist of the plot without me spewing nonsense in the notes. anyways enjoy !!!!! thanks for the support on my recent works as well ^_^

You didn't consider yourself the most introverted person.

Even when it came to hundreds of Spider-people, you tried to get to know who you could and become acquainted with as many of them as possible. How could you not?

However, there were few that you knew on a more personal level. People that you'd keep close to your side whenever you visited headquarters. People that you'd enjoy having an exchange of gossip with during lunch in the bustling cafeteria.

Miguel O'Hara wasn't exactly one of those people.

It's not like you didn't want to develop something more than a boss-coworker relationship. Though, conversations with him were always difficult, to the say the least. Most of the time, he's talking about work and anything that goes past that boundary goes unspoken.

Quite literally. You've forgotten the amount of times that you've built up the courage to mention anything about your other (not deceased) relatives or your friends and the amount of times that the room was filled with a silence so awkward that crickets are on the same volume as missile launchers.

Though, you didn't want to lose hope. You sort of understood where he was coming from. People go through grief and mourning in different ways, Miguel's was probably just isolation and a complete avoidance of discussions of personal life.

He was a leader. A good one. A trait of a good leader is to connect with their subordinates, establish relationships. So it really made you think.

How messed up was he that he missed that one quality?

"Hey. Your food's getting cold." There it goes, the sound of your train of thought leaving the station. Sometimes, you were grateful for Jess being there for you. She could snap you back to reality you like nobody else could.

You mutter an apology before stabbing your salad with your fork and taking a bite, Jess rests her head on her palm. Raising a brow at you, "So, did you want to eat lunch with me for fun or are you just using me to get info about Miguel? Again?"

Nervously, you shake your head. "It's nothing like that!" She leans in a little more, waving her other free hand in the air in a circular motion.

"...But if you have anything that you'd like to share then I'm not going to refuse entirely—"

"Oh my god. Fine, fine. What do you want to know?"

With that question, it felt like your mind blanked. You fidgeted with your fork, twirling a leaf of your salad against the plate as you pondered on what question to ask.

Jess responds with a deep sigh, "If you're trying to find a way to talk to him more, he doesn't leave that office of his much unless it's for work. He's in there most of time. Although..."

"Although?"

"Although, I've seen him come here normally somewhere around midnight to get a very late dinner alone. The place is less crowded, most are just in their own universe or sleeping or working."

Your face falls a little upon hearing that. "So I can only catch a non-serious conversation with him... in the middle of the night?"

"Exactly. Besides, there's a good chance he's going to just— continue talking about work with you whether he's in his office or not. You know that, right?"

You drop your utensil in defeat, burying your face shamefully in your hands. "I know..."

You quickly wrap up your lunch with Jess, as she shares bits and pieces about him. You had really wondered how she was able to learn all of these things about him anyway but before you had the opportunity to ask her, she told you to not.

Respecting her wishes, you keep your mouth shut. Respecting her even further, you decide to pack up both of your plates and wave her a goodbye before picking up those thoughts that you were left a while ago.

Admittedly, you didn't know why you were so persistent for something like this, for someone like him.

Determination was a strength of yours but that didn't mean that you didn't know where your limits rested and you would back off when you needed to.

There was just something. A swirling feeling in your gut that was telling you to keep going.

That it would be worth it.

So, you follow everything that Jess told you. Around midnight, he'd be alone, in the cafeteria, and looking for an empanada to snack on before heading back into his office. A very small fraction of his time left for personal conversation if you tried hard enough!

This most likely wasn't a good idea. You didn't sleep at all through the day but the thrill kept you alive and thriving. You confidently stride up to the counters of the cafeteria, picking out a small bag of chips for yourself and the last empanada for your soon-to-be snack companion.

Now, you wait.

You surveyed your surroundings and as you were doing that, you realize why he particularly emerges during these kinds of hours to eat. There was a significantly less amount of people.

Whenever you came here during the day, it was a miracle to be able to find completely empty seats. At times, you were forced to sit with a group of people.

You weren't entirely ungrateful for that though, you've made a lot of friends that way. Sure, it was awkward at first but the more you were forced to interact with people that way, the more you adapted to making small talk.

Even then, there were a lot of tables that were taken here save for one completely empty one at the far end.

Then, you finally see that navy and red suit.

Deciding to observe him just a little bit more, you watch him curse under his breath seeing the display case for the empanadas empty. Before he walks away any further, you tap him on the shoulder.

His mask was on, his eyes widen a little bit before you hand him the small box. "I saved the last one for you."

With a soft huff, you see the muscles in his shoulders and back grow loose once more, he hestitantly takes the container from your hands. Looking at it then looking back at you, "Thanks."

You two share a few seconds of awkward silence, you felt a little exposed. You decided to unmask for this because you wanted him to feel more comfortable talking to you rather than who you were as a Spider-person yet there's still that same awkwardness in the air.

Clearly without nothing to do and no idea on how to makem something better out of this, Miguel's about to walk off before you stop him once more.

"W— wait," A little piece of yourself dies inside as you hear yourself stutter but nevertheless, you keep going. "Uh, there aren't any other spots so is it alright if I sit you? I don't know any of the people here."

The way that you see the eyes through his masks narrow ever so slightly once the question escapes your throat makes your heart quiver like crazy.

You wanted to get to know him but damn, if you said that he didn't scare you sometimes then you would be lying.

You cry on the inside with sweet victory as he says...

"Fine."

That was it. That was all you got but you gladly take it! You have to catch up to him though because once you're done mentally celebrating, he's already a little bit far from you.

You try your hardest to keep your head straight but you can't help but look up and spare him one glance, the fact that you even had to look up at him really only emphasized your height difference with him.

Another factor that made you just a little bit more intimidated by him, his physique. You considered yourself to be of average height, you weren't the tallest person in the room but you were never the shortest as well. Just average.

The way he practically towered over you, his hand nearly being the size of your head. It made you feel something.

The moment that both of you have a seat, you take your opportunity.

"So, is there anything that you plan on doing after this?"

You get a little distracted once his mask comes off, he raises an eyebrow at you, crimson eyes that feel like they're looking straight into your soul. Though, side-tracked as he bites into the dough and meaty goodness of his empanada, with a shrug— he replies,

"Not really. Unless there's an anomaly I haven't heard of yet then I have no plans. Why do you ask?"

"Oh, nothing. Was just curious is all." Why was this so hard?!

The conversation goes as what you expected. You'd ask a question every moment or so and he'd give you a short response before going back to his food. He wouldn't ask you anything back, wouldn't add any 'unnecessary' comments. Just bask in the silence.

You simply couldn't take it anymore, you didn't know how to express your interest in him without asking him more questions about himself which he seems to avoid trying to answer.

You couldn't ask him about his hobbies because he'll most likely say that he's too busy working to actually spend time gaining and branching out to different interests.

Dejectedly, you sigh. "I'm sorry for imposing— on your alone time, I mean." It was like everything that you wanted to say just kept spilling out of your mouth.

"I didn't want to eat with you at this hour because I pity you or— or I found you lonely or whatever. I just thought that whenever you weren't talking about work, we'd be able to get along."

You stand up from your seat, eyes mindlessly darting arounf the labels of the bag of 'Spider-O's' in your clutches.

"I'll, uhm, let you eat in peace now. Once again, I'm—"

"Wait."

Which ever brain cells died from that interaction certainly reignited now. "Sit back down," It comes off an order. An order you certainly obey.

"I wouldn't have actually said yes to you if I didn't want to talk." He starts. "I know a lot of people but it's not in the same way that you do. I know their names, their faces, their canon events. You know their feelings, their mindscapes, and their troubles—"

"—And those are the exact kinds of things that I can't comprehend most of the time. We understand people differently, is what I'm saying. I still have no idea why exactly you sought out me of all people but I will... try to gain this new perspective of things."

You want to tamp down the smile that creeps up on your lips as you hear those words but you can't. What he said, it all made sense now. You couldn't see the full picture still, but you were willing to find it—

"I understand. It's fine."

"So? Do you have plans after this?"

Together.

#miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara fluff #fluff #romance #kind of #across the spiderverse #spiderverse #atsv #jessica drew #jess drew #spiderwoman #made this one extra sappy for u guys #miguel can be #so hard to write sometimes #hope i did him justice here

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fivewholeminutes · 4 months

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so. wembley.

Once I have finally gathered my wits the words did not want to stop coming. This rambling is long; apologies for that. And for the messed up tenses I hate tenses we only have one past tense why is English like this

No photos/videos yet, they are still not properly checked/deleted/edited by me.

It was. Unsurprisingly. One of the best days of my life. But also, I don't remember much from my life, so don't trust me on this one. (Kidding, it totally WAS one of the best days of my life). And uhh... I have a problem with processing events and emotions, so it still feels like I have seen it on a TV screen instead of, you know, actually, physically having been there? Idk how to explain that, I still have to convince my brain that I've been there. I feel detached from it completely. But!! I!! Have!! Been!! There!!

I woke up so early that foxes were still roaming the streets. Didn't talk much with people around me in the queue (hello anxiety), but they were lovely! I signed the blue flag for iii from me & Lia, got the sticker for Projekt Atlantic, received some bracelets, exchanged some bracelets, put some sea creatures tattoos on people (LIA I FORGOT TO GIVE YOU THE WHALE!!!), slept on a pavement, bought merch for myself and others (I've never had anyone to buy concert merch for before, it's such a nice feeling 🥺).

And queueing for so long was so fucking worth it! Third row, baby!! For the first time in the middle!! (Which was my downfall later, but the pre-show me was not aware of that just yet). I couldn't actually hear HEALTH that well, but I really liked their drummer, he was enjoying himself and his joy was contagious. (I've checked them later though and. Last album, my beloved.) During the break, well, you all know what was happening, I have been liveblogging everything (sorry about that <3). The moment someone in the crowd literally screeched when they saw the new masks on instagram was a blessing, I wouldn't have survived seeing them in new masks without a warning. Also, my blind ass would probably realise 3 songs in that they have different masks, I shit you not. Besides, it was super fun having a mental breakdown here on tumblr with y'all <3

When Espera entered the stage, everything else stopped being of any importance to me. I remember my first thought was "oh yeah, sure, the ladies are dressed up and moving like this and you expect me to focus on anything else that is happening on this stage?". And of course, my second thought was "I GOTTA TAKE PICTURES FOR DARYA". Naturally, I was trying to keep up with everything else anyway. I haven't seen ii all too well though and it makes me sad :( Alas. I've had a good vantage point for the ladies. Yeah. Brain went brrrrr every time I was looking at them. Where was I again-

I was still coughing at that time. I got a terrible coughing fit after literally 3 short screams during HEALTH and my idiot ass has left all the lozenges except one in the hotel room an hour before the door opening. I thought I would have to spend the rest of the night not singing along nor screaming and felt utterly heartbroken for a few minutes, but after my Holy Grail Lozenge (and a LOT of water from the venue's crew) my cough has abandoned me for the duration of the whole ritual (thank you, Sleep). Even though, when Sam told us that we have to sing, my only thought was "I CAN'T FUCKING SING EITHER, MATE". But I did. Oh, I so fucking did. I sung my lungs out and did not cough even ONCE.

But you know. I was exhausted, anxious, surrounded by strangers and had more sugar in my veins than red cells at that point, so I wasn't my best self. I really thought the karaoke was for shits and giggles at first. "Oh yeah, it's The Most Popular Song, let's see how it sounds when 10k people sing it without the singer's help!", you know. Thought it was for the recording the announcements warned us about. But then we sung Granite. Ohhhkay. And then The Love You Want - certainly not a song they would leave for an impropmtu singalong. It was then that I (belatedly) realised that yeah, something really was wrong and so my heart broke again. So many preparations! Their biggest gig so far! Even iii managed to be there! And something had to happen!! Specifically!! To Vessel!! Of all people!! That was just not fair. He totally didn't deserve this. But it's just life and its endless fucking bad surprises for everyone, huh.

I didn't have enough time to collect all the broken pieces of my heart from the sticky floor and mend them after this realisation, because after Vessel joined the singing for the last few lines of TLYW, he dropped to his knees in front of us crying and thanking everyone. That sight is now carved into my brain. This is when I realised the 3rd row was a mistake. The psychic damage it gave me is irrevocable. Do you have those moments that you will never forget? A few seconds of an (usually traumatic) experience that will haunt you forever, replaying in your mind like a broken record? It was a bit like this for me. It wasn't traumatic, mind you, but it was definitely something that made a permanent dent in my heart and a home in my brain. And I wouldn't change it anyway.

Another thing that made me think that I will just fall down and never get up was iii & iv's hug. It was. So full of love and reassurence. Idk, you could just feel that emitting from them, okay? I was standing there thinking "yeah sure, just fucking murder me tonight instead, okay. Should've kept staring at Espera only-". Ah yes. The ladies. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Where was I again-

The goosebumps when the whole venue yelled "they won't be missing you" during Nazareth, oh my fucking god. On my previous rituals, in way smaller venues, there's always been a handful of people screaming it. And everyone doing it? Unparalleled feeling. Bordering on the shrimp emotions scale.

The lights were spectacular. I cannot describe how amazing the light show was. I am sending a kiss to each and every light crew member.

Also, Vessel being more emotional during the ritual as a whole. The TLYW moment was the worst for me, but there were many others. (Ascensionism and Bloodsport stabbing me with a rusty knife the most.) I mean, who could've blamed him for the emotions, he would probably be very emotional even without the voice issues. Who wouldn't be!! It was a big night, after all. God, it must have been so difficult for him, I really, really fucking hope the love coming from his bandmates, crew and the crowd was enough to help him focus on the good parts of the evening only. And!! It wasn't even that bad!!! Sure, he lost his voice for a while, but once it was back you could!! Barely!! Hear!! The difference!! I have a whole new level of respect for Vessel because of that. And for staying onstage with us for the songs he couldn't sing. Didn't know I could respect him even more than I already did, but hey. Love being surprised like that. I have seen concerts where the singers were singing way worse live while being completely healthy. Like sure, you could notice he's not using so many uhh, how do you call this in English, vocal ornamentations??? and that his voice is strained, but it was still beautiful. Take care of your voice now though, dude, jfc. Thanks for the sacrifice, much appreciated, but TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF OR SO HELP ME GOD I WILL FUCKING FIND YOU- (kidding, kidding. or am i.) I also liked that he was leaving the more screamy moments in songs for us. Aiming the microphone at us, positive we'll have his back. Like yeah, yeah, other bands do that relatively often, but it's not something they usually do, you know.

I can't vouch for everyone in the crowd, but I sure as fuck did not have a SINGLE thought that the show sucks because of his voice issues. Like it didn't even occur to me. Honest to god. I was shocked when I saw on tumblr that people were leaving? Asking for a refund????????????? I was having the time of my life singing those songs. It was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, probably!! Who can say they karaoked whole 3 songs with the band playing for them live?? Your local karaoke bar could never. (Bonus points, you could hear Espera better bc of that! Yes, I know, you are not supposed to hear backing vocals too loud in general, I'm just saying it was nice hearing them, bc usually I hear them on recordings only.)

Yeah, sure I was disappointed after the show that there was no Euclid, but that's just me, a total whore for Euclid. It's a completely different thing than being a bitch who leaves halfway, because something out of the ordinary has been happening.

Anyways. I would like to wish all the crowdsurfers a very fuck you. Hope you will all step on a lego every day for the rest of your lives <3

Crowdsurfers and constant giving away of water (which I understand, it was terribly hot there and it was needed) were a bit distracting, I missed some things because of the commotion, the drum solo has been disrupted by me getting a (fortunately very light) kick in the mouth and DRUM SOLO IS SACRED. I HOPE THE CROWDSURFER WHO DECIDED TO GO UP IN THAT MOMENT WILL STEP ON 3 LEGOS DAILY. IT'S LITERALLY THE MOST IMPORTANT PART OF THE RITUAL FOR ME AND THEY HAVE RUINED IT. Thanks to another crowdsurfer, I missed the moment the band was throwing stuff into the crowd and I promised Lia I will catch a pick/drumstick for them!!!!!!! I've had a banner for this occassion and all!!!!! And!!!!! For the whole time things were flying from the scene!!!! I have been under someone's legs and ass!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Side note: Vessel was throwing away his rings. That's so fucking cool, ahh.

All in all, half of the things that happened there, I've learned from tumblr. The announcements about the recording, people leaving, Vessel being covered in runes (I WAS STANDING RIGHT BEFORE HIM AND DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING. A N Y T H I N G. I HATE BEING A BLIND IDIOT), the Espera ladies laughing at iii for not coming to the photo, hell, even Vessel trying to get his attention. I have NO idea what I've been doing back then, it's a blur again lmao. And. The most important thing: Vessel's "thank you". I didn't catch it back then. I don't hear it on my recording. Tbh I couldn't believe y'all for a long while that it really happened (I'm sorry). But it did and you know what? I'm glad the broken pieces of my heart were left on the arena's floor earlier during the show. I don't want them anymore.

I would also like to thank that one security guy in huge headphones who was our warning that another fucking crowdsurfer was coming our way. I hope the headphones guy's pillow is always cold on both sides, his skin clear, his crops- and so on. Our hero <3

There was also a moment during Atlantic (another important moment disrupted. Smh) where 2 security persons dived into the crowd?? I still have no idea what was happening, bc if someone faints for example, they are always brught to the barricade by the crowd and security picks them up, I've never seen security getting into the crowd before. And because of that, people around me were talking loudly during Atlantic. Kill kill murder kill

Still, Projekt Atlantic was a huge success and I am so proud of the organisers!! They're in the same category of lovely people as the big headphones security guy

Sending a kiss to @murderofcrow for this gif 🖤

To sum up. I will forever be grateful for this band. This music has activated the dormant parts of my mind. I am making art again. I am meeting cool people because of them. I have people to talk about it with who are as excited about it as I am. For the first time in ages I really feel alive again. And life is not good, far from it, to be completely honest with you, they haven't magically fixed all my problems, but I do have something that actually fucking works on me. I know Vessel wouldn't agree, but they are saving people. And you all, lovely ST pocket of tumblr motherfuckers who are reading this, you are saving people too.

And, last but not least!! In hot pink, because I can! Thanks to this ritual I could finally meet @vesselsscarlet and @thevenomousseprent in person!!!!!!!!! I love you guys, you are amazing and I can't wait to see you again 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 You've made me feel so loved that weekend and it's something I haven't felt in a while!!

#it was surprisingly hard to write #took a lot of editing and rewriting whole paragraphs and it's still not a proper description of everything i wanted to say #i don't know how to talk about emotions #and i have. a lot of them since wembley #a word of advice: attend concerts. beg for money for them from your family members sleep in tents during rain #or in hostel rooms filled with random people #go for gigs without a place to sleep and spend 4hrs waiting for your bus home in a local mcdonalds #watching drunk guys split their eyebrows on the stairs there #(not now tho now we're boycotting macdonalds #but there are other places open 24/7)#go to gigs alone #but by god. go to them if you are able to and if your health allows you to go #(and yes it is coming from someone with anxiety. i wouldn't travel or sleep in a tent alone for anything else trust me)#it is always worth it. ALWAYS #sleep token

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cherrycola27 · 2 years

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Snow on the Beach

Paring: Rooster x Reader

Warnings: slight language, some drinking, mostly fluff!!

You took a deep breath and sighed as you exited the Uber. It was New Years Eve and some how, your teacher friends had convinced you to come out to a bar, a Navy bar to celebrate the holiday.

You pulled your cardigan tighter around you as the unusually cold California air blew past you.

"Y/n" babe, you can't expect anyone to see how good you look if you stay wrapped up in a sweater all night." you best friend Ariel said to you as she looped her arm around yours.

"No one is going to pay any attention to me once they see y'all" you quipped back. It was true, in your group of teacher friends, you always felt like the ugly duckling. While Ariel, Melissa, and Joni all had magazine cover ready bodies, perfectly styled hair and perfectly done make up all the time, you were thicker in the hips and thighs, your middle was definitely softer than theirs, and it was a miracle if your hair was styled in anything other than a messy bun. And you hardly ever bothered with makeup. You taught high school science, most of the time you were in safety goggles and a lab coat anyway.

They never made you feel any less than them, and they always included you in their activities and every time you went out with them, the encourage you to put yourself out there, but you weren't like them.

But, not matter your differences, they were still your tribe and you loved them and you knew they loved you.

"Y/n Collins! What have we said about being so negative on yourself?" Mel chasted you.

"I know, I'm sorry, but I'm only here to make sure you guys are safe. I didn't come to get a guy. Obviously!" You state as you gesture to the black dress you had on, sure it was nicer with a thigh high slit on one side and a halter tie detail around the neckline, but it was plain compared to their glittery outfits.

"It's New Years Eve honey! You never know what could happen! Joni encourage as the four of you walked in.

The bar was packed with people. There was a sea of Navy uniforms, and the testosterone and desperation was thick in the air. Your group quickly made their way to the bar and ordered their usual, you were just about to ask for a ginger ale, when a cranberry mule, your favorite drink was thrust into your hands.

"It's New Years and we have an Uber.... live a little!" Ariel yelled over the music.

She was right you should live a litte, so you drank and danced with your friends and were trying to have a good time, until one by one they were hit on and whisked away by a man in uniform.

You sighed and went to the bar for another drink. After getting it, you looked out and spotted an open bar stool, one that you mentally claimed as your post for the rest of the night.

You made a beeline for it but in the mix of the crowd, and unfortunately for you, a rather large, person didn't see you, and they crashed into you, spilling your drink all over them and yourself.

"Oh my god I am so sorry, wasn't paying attention." He apologized while reaching out to steady you on your feet.

You looked up just about to give him hell, but got lost in a set of honey colored eyes that peered down at you over a set of aviator sunglasses.

"Maybe if you weren't wearing sunglasses inside you could have seen where you were going." You said back to him with a smirk.

"You know darlin' you might be right." He replied taking them off and tucking them in the pocket of a Hawiian shirt.

"Or maybe you got distracted trying to see over that 80s pornstache." You joke. He laughs at the comment, not a pity laugh but a hearty genuine laugh.

"You might be right about that too sweetheart." He says taking a step closer. You aren't sure why but your heart flips at the way he says it.

"Are you alright?" He asks concerned. "Yeah I'm fine, thankfully this is black so it won't stain." You tell him.

"Okay, would have hated have messed up such a... beautiful dress." He says as his eyes rake over you.

"No harm done honey." You tell him, patting his shoulder in an attempt to brush past him.

"Wait." He says grabbing your arm "Let me buy you a drink, to replace the other one." He states. You open your mouth to protest but the look on his face tells you he isn't going to take no for an answer.

You nod your head and he leads you to the bar. "Penny, can you please get this beautiful woman here another of whatever she is having and put it on my tab. I may have spilt her last one." He grins as she rings it in and placed a fresh mule infront of you. "Thank you." You say taking it.

"And anything else she drinks put it on me as well." He tells the bartender who laughs and agress

"Oh you don't have to do that really." You protest.

"I know. I want to." He says simply.

"Well thank you again...um..."

"Rooster." He says. "It's my call sign."

"Thank you...Rooster." you smile at him

"You're welcome..."

"Y/n" you finish for him.

He opens his mouth to say something else but before he can Melissa is dragging you away

"Who was that?" She sqeals as you join her near a table.

"Oh, um nobody. He spilled my drink and bought me another is all." You say defeated.

You look around and see that your friends are flanked by gorgeous men.

"So Y/n, this is Hangman... a pilot" Mel says as she points to the blonde Ariel is drapped over.

"This is Coyote." She says nodding to the man Joni is in the lap of.

"And this is Bobby." She says gesturing to the man she is cozied up next to. "Just Bob" He states.

"Boys, this our best friend Y/n, we all teach together." Melissa tells the group.

"Well, I know if my teachers looked as good as you four ladies I would have learned a whole lot more in school." Hangman says. The group throws their head back laughing. You sneak glacing back into the crowd looking for Rooster.

"Y/n!" Joni sqeals. "We should invite your new friend over!"

"Oh no, he was just righting a wrong is all. He is definitely not my... um... friend" You state shifting in your stool.

"Oh c'mon, who was it, we might know him!" Coyote prods.

"He um." But before you can finish the jukebox stops playing and a groan moves through the crowd until a smooth piano melody plays out.

"Rooster." The three men say in unison. You ears perk at the name.

The boys lead your friends, who lead you over to an upright piano where Rooster is sitting. He beings "Great Balls of Fire" and the crowd sings along. You find yourself singing with them, his energy is infectious. You see his eyes peering through the crowd, but they stop when he lands on you.

You cheeks flush a deep maroon, almost the same shade as your lipstick when he winks at you.

Could he really be into you? No, just from looking at him, you could tell Rooster was a prime example of the male species. Biology had been good to him, and you knew his type. Your friends were his type, but not you.

After he finished you disappeared into the crowd to get another drink. But when you went to pay Penny the bartender reminded you that Rooster was taking care of it.

You looked at your phone 11:30, ugh midnight was still half an hour away. The crowd was starting to be too much for you, so you grabbed your things, slipping on your red cardigan before sneaking out the back for some air.

"I thought California was always warm!" You huffed loudly once the night breeze hit you.

"It normally is, global warming happened." A voice said in the darkness. You jumped and turned around only to be met once again by Rooster.

"Sorry I didn't mean to scare you." He states coming closer to you. "At least I didn't spill your drink this time."

"Yeah twice in one night and I would have had to bill you for my dry cleaning" you joke.

"Crowd getting too much for you?" He asks coming to take the seat right next to you.

"Yeah, I can teach high schoolers about cell division all day long, but a room full of drunk adults gets me after a while." You laugh.

"You're a teacher?" He asks. "Yeah, me and all of my friends who came tonight are." You tell him.

"That's so cool. I guess you figured by the call sign I'm a pilot." He says. "Cool. I think my friends are all with some right now. They had some funny names... or call signs sorry. But do you know a Hangman, Coyote, and Bob?" You ask sheepishly.

"Unfortunately." He laughs. "We all work together."

"Huh" you chuckle.. "what are the odd that my coworkers are going to hook up with your coworkers night." You joke

"Pretty good I'm guessing." He replies before taking a sip of his beer.

"So, what about you?" Rooster asks you.

"What about me?" You reply sipping your drink.

"Anyone taking you home tonight?" He asks with a hint of hope in his voice.

"Other than my Uber, no. I'm not like my friendd who have guys falling all over them. I'm like the mom friend who makes sure they don't get murdered and picks them up the next day and witnesses their walk of shame before we get brunch." You state.

"Oh, that's a shame." Rooster says.

You don't respond but instead turn to look at the stars.

"Wow, so beautiful." You murmur looking up at them

"Yeah." You hear Rooster agree, but you don't notice he isn't looking at the sky, but instead looking at you.

"You have anyone special to kiss at midnight?" You ask him out of the blue.

"No ma'am" He responds. "Me neither. My plan is to head in a few minutes before and get a double shot of some top shelf rosé tequila and shoot it. He laughs again throwing his head back. You're sure that it is the most beautiful sound you have ever heard.

Rooster looks down at his watch and back at you. "Stay here." He says before disappearing back in. You look at your phone 11:55... midnight is minutes away... so much for your tequila shot you think. You could go back in, but something about you says you should stay here like Rooster asks you.

At 11:59 he rushes back out, two glasses in hand.

He hands you one and you raise your eyebrown.

"Top shelf rosè tequila, double shot like you said." He tells you.

You both hear the crowd start counting down you look at each other.

"Happy New Year!" You both shout before clicking glasses and downing the liquid. It burns, but warms you from within.

Before you can even process it, Rooster is pulling you towards him and capturing your lips in a searing kiss. You melt into him and a small moan escapes your mouth.

You pull away when the need for air becomes to much.

"Wow." You breath out "Wow indeed" He agrees before kissing you again.

"Y/n I know this sounds crazy, but I feel like we have this connection, and I think my new years resolution is to get to know you better. Would that be alright sweetheart?" He asks still holding onto your hips.

"Yeah Rooster. That would be great." You affirm. "I'd like to do the same."

"Well then maybe you should know my actual name. Bradley Bradshaw... nice to meet you." He grins.

"Y/n Collins... nice to meet you... Bradley" you smile at him.

In that moment Bradley is sure the way hid name falls from your lips is the best sound he has ever heard.

You lean up on your tip toes to kiss him, when something cold and wet hits your face. You break apart and are mesmerized.

"No fucking way." He whispers.

"It's snowing." You state. "Snow on the beach, who would have guessed?" He laughs. You smile at him before taking off the back deck of the bar and running to the sand. He takes of after you and catches up quickly.

Rooster circles his arms around your waist before lifting you and spinning you around.

You two laugh like idiots before a voice cuts into the night.

"Bradshaw!" It yells "Yeah Hangman?!" He calls back

"It's fucking snowing!" Hangman yells... clearly he has had a few.

"I know!" Bradley shoots back.

"Anyways, have fun with your new lady friend." Hangman says before waving "Yeah Y/n you have fun with your new friend too!" Ariel yells before they both leave.

You never would have guessed that when you came out tonight you would be leaving with the handsome Mr. Bradshaw.

Your chance meeting at the Hard Deck turned into a few dates which turned into a serious relationship, which turned into Rooster having you move in with him two months ago, and here you were a now, year after your first meeting, getting ready for the New Years Eve party at the Hard Deck.

Only this time, you know who you are going home with at the end of the night.

You, Rooster, your friends, and their boyfriends Hangman, Bob, and Coyote are having an amazing time.

Midnight is close yet again. You and Rooster step outside, but instead of staying on the deck you head to the sand. It's just as cold this year as it was last year, but Bradley has you wrapped in his arms and you don't care about anything else.

"You know babe, 365 days ago, we met for the first time, and I kissed a stranger at midnight, turned out to be the best decision of my life." Rooster says as you two stop walking and he looks down at you.

He checks his watch. 11:59... perfect.

"But the thing is honey, I don't want to kiss my girlfriend at midnight." He says. You look at him confused before he gets down on one knee.

"I want to kiss my fiancée." Bradley says opening up the ring box.

You're too stunned to speak, all you can do is nod your head yes while tears stream down your face. He slips the ring on your finger and pulls you in for a kiss just as the clock strikes midnight.

And as you stand there with him, for the second time in 365 days, snow falls on the beach in California.

A/N: Hi loves! So if you couldn't tell I have been binging the new TS album and was inspired by the song "Snow on the Beach". Hope you loved it!

Tag List: @dreamingathighaltitude @shanimallina87 @luckyladycreator2 @meggiemoomitchell @mak-32 @katieshook02 @samhapner6 @rosiahills22 @thedroneranger @roosterforme

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rouzuchan · 2 years

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"Welcome Home"

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈(𝐬): Smoky x GN!Reader (ʏᴏᴜ/ʏᴏᴜʀ) 𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff; oneshot 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: gender unspecified; reader used to be from the Nameless City; mild intimidation

Unlike the rest of the S.W.O.R.D. District, you knew this place like the back of your hand. Through the labyrinth of pipes, its breathtaking views, and even escape routes back when you were cheeky and had to resort to stealing. You shocked yourself with how you kept turning to corners and recognizing structures.

The buzzing street lights and clanking metal didn't help your nerves. You recalled being terrified of the darkness, especially the nightlife of Nameless City. You were close to just giving out right then. Until a soft crackling and warm heat waves made you quicken your pace.

Peeking the crossroad, you were met by a familiar street. Your mouth hung slightly, a numb feeling overtook your body as you slowly walked out of the corner. Everything felt so different yet the same, the stark change was the tapered black sheet with 'Rude Boys' spray painted in white.

Your gait made it obvious how anxious and reluctant you were, tripping on your feet every second. But your eyes told a different story. Drinking in the scenery, memories of old flashed before your visions. The happiest moments, the gloomy memories, all of it.

Ever since you got adopted, you returned to your life of minimal solitary. Spending most days alone and lonely. You never wanted to go back to that, your friends swore they wouldn't let you.

In the end, it was your decision. Declaring a promise to return matured, educated, and ready to give their everything to their family.

Suddenly, a swift movement caused you to raise your guard. The road was empty, or at least you thought it was. You swing off your backpack, clutching it towards your body.

As you retreated inside, your back collided with someone's chest. Your body unexpectedly eased, as if it recognized the warmth. But you didn't take your chances.

You rapidly turned around, doing what came naturally.

The culprit's face was turned, his hand slowly rising to his reddened cheek.

Oh. You slapped him.

Before you could apologize, more people suddenly spilled throughout the road, surrounding the person you hit. A tall male with tied hair, clearly angered, was about to grab your forearm. You whacked his arm away, backing to the middle.

They were not pleased with what you did, and for a good reason. "Would you believe me if I said that was an accident?" You blurted out.

"Don't you think—!!" He was pushed away by the guy earlier, his gaze speaking volumes. It made you wanna jump out of your skin. He was the leader for sure. His scruffy brown hair almost covered his sunken yet intimidating ebony eyes. The soft light of the flames emphasized his stern features.

Was it too late to turn away? You could always book a hotel downtown. You felt guilty troubling, from what you deduced, the Rude Boys. Honestly, if they told you to piss off right now, you would gladly (but heartbrokenly) oblige.

He opened his mouth, but nothing came. His brows faintly knitted, concentrating on you. You did the same, intently staring at him, way longer than you should've.

"See? I told you living here wasn't so bad." A finger that wasn't your own pointed at the sunset. The wind brushed through your hair as you heartedly laughed.

"Hehe, yeah you're right!"

That voice. That memory. Could it be...

"Smoky?" You blurted out, not saying that name for years felt criminal. Once you did, his expression softened into surprise. "Y/n—"

"Y/N!!"

A voice shouted from behind. You turn around to see a young woman with toasted auburn locks running towards the crowd. She stops briefly, her hand covering her slacked mouth. You meet her eyes, finally identifying her. "Lala?"

Her grin widened. Without any hesitation, she rushed to you with open arms. Wrapping them around your shoulder. "You're back!" She said, chuckling. You return her embrace, still whiplashed from the sudden affection.

"Y/n?" You both let go. Facing around, an ash blonde with a prominent mole beside his left nose stared at you in awe. You huffed, giving him a knowing smile.

Takeshi bellowed a laugh. "Holy crap," he grabbed your face with his hand, turning your head around, shortly placing them on your shoulders. "It is you."

An arm suddenly grabbed your neck, a fist vigorously ruffling your hair. Your throat rumbled in annoyance, you knew exactly who this was. "Look at you, keeping your word. I thought you'd left us for dead!" Pi said through his teeth.

"Let go, jerk!" You successfully pried his arm off. The group was encased with delight and merriment.

Smoky couldn't move, his body all gone numb. You were back. Physically standing there with his beloved family, almost felt like a fever dream. No matter how extensively you told him otherwise, he truly believed you'd be living your best life. Did something happen? Why were you here?

He wasn't prepared for what came next. You met his stare, returning his captivated look. Jesus Christ, he felt his lungs tighten.

Your smile didn't falter as you gave him an acknowledged bow. "I'm home."

It struck Smoky instantly. That's right. You were home.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Welcome back."

I'm sorry, I'm too in love with this man. ( *︾▽︾) A little background story: This was actually the first draft of my HiGH&LOW fanfiction before I scratched everything and made a new plotline. I liked how it turned out so I’m gonna post this here as a oneshot. Thanks for reading, and don’t be shy to request, please :)

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bellarkeselection · 2 years

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Thunder Argument

Request from One_directioner4eva on Wattpad. Kayce and the reader get in an argument and he accidentally hits her. She rides a horse in the middle of a huge storm but gets thrown from her horse so everyone searches for her. Kayce finds her and apologies for scaring her.

"I can't believe you slept with Ryan, Y/n!" My boyfriend Kayce shouts in my face stomping around his family's livingroom. I plop down on the couch running my hands down my face. He'd returned from being away as a Navy Seal just a few weeks ago and apparently word got around to him. "Kayce, you were gone. What was I supposed to do?" I questioned making him halt in his tracks throwing his hands up in the air. "Wait for me like you promised you would!" Getting to my feet I stomped up to his face even though I'm shorter than him. "Oh you mean as if I knew you'd come back to me. I cried myself to sleep terrified you wouldn't until I met Ryan. He helped me through it. Is that what you mean by wait for me!"

Kayce growled bawling his hands into fists, slapping me across the face with his right hand. I cry out in pain holding my burning cheek, feeling tears starting to fall my eyes. "We agreed to love each other forever. Of course I was gonna come back to you - Y/n, I'm sorry..." He soon realized what he had done gently reaching towards me. But I flinched away from him rushing to the front door without my coat. Thunder roars off in the distance as I climbed on a horse kicking it quickly to run off into the fields. Rain starts to springcal ontop of me since I forgot my hat, but I don't care as I release a bunch of tears. I know he didn't mean it on purpose, he said that war had changed him. I just never thought he would ever accidentally hurt me.

"Woah boy what's wrong?" I asked feeling my horse moving all different directions without me moving the reigns as the rain becomes heavier. I see some lighting in the distance right before a huge clash of thunder roars near us. My horse hikes its front legs throwing me off into the mud, running away before I can get a hold of its reigns. The rain only gets worse as I try to find shelter under a thin patch of trees. I sniffed feeling my whole body getting colder now as the storm grew in size. I never should've left the ranch. Closing my eyes I start crying again until I heard someone calling my name, opening my eyes with blury vision I see someone holding a flashlight bending down to me. "Y/n, Y/n it's Kayce. Shit your freezing!" He picks me up carrying me to his horse getting on and racing us back to the main house.

John hands me warm chicken noodle and hot chocolate while Rip puts my horse up in the barn. Kayce apparently had asked all the Bunkhouse cowboys to help look for me. Once he sits me in front of the burning fire he bends down on a knee tears in his brown eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry for hitting you. It was an accident I never meant to hurt you. I just - war made me have angry issues and all-" I rest my freehand to his face holding my hot chocolate with the other. "Kayce, I know you didn't do it on purpose. I still love you even after our argument-" He cuts me off wiping his stuffed up nose still crying a little. "Yeah, but you nearly got hypothermia because of me. If a man truly loves you they shouldn't put you in danger. God, I had a totally different plan for this...but I can't wait any longer."

"Planning what exactly?" I question seeing him reach into his pocket pulling out a small ring with our first initials engraved on it. "Y/n L/n, I have loved you since we met at a rodeo eight years ago. When I first said I loved you I promised I'd never stop. Today I hurt you and I'm sorry because a husband should never treat his wife like that. You're supposed to be a team, together through everything..." I felt tears fall down my face watching the man before me. "Today I promise to never hurt you again. I want us to be a team, together as a family. I want you to become apart of my home. My heart is yours. So will you marry me?" I drop the hot chocolate mug throwing myself into his chest chuckling happily. "Yes, yes, yes!" Kayce slips the ring on pulling me in for a kiss that I responded to immediately. He sits me on his lap smiling into our kiss.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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butterflybuckethat · 3 years

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Green Dress

Author's Note: Hello! This is my first time posting my writing but I thought it would be fun so lmk what you think :)

Summary: Anthony x Fem!reader; It has been a long time since you were back in the company of Bridgerton's, since before Edmund passed, but it's your first London season and your mother insists on your making the most advantageous match possible. You have your sights set on Prince Friedrich of Prussia; now, only if you could ignore the little flip in your stomach whenever the Viscount looks at you. (1.3k words)

"Get me out of this dress." You barked at the maid, frustrated with your lack of success at removing it yourself which just left you twisted and displaying much more cleavage than appropriate. She jumped into action, swiftly undoing buttons. "The prince's favorite color is green, not blue." you exasperated, "That horrid Cressida Cowper is spreading lies; not that I should be surprised."

Some minutes later, you emerged from your guest room in an emerald green dress, after thanking and apologizing to the maid for being short. It was not the first ball of the season but it was the most important because you were going to snag the Prince. You hurried down the stairs, able to see Eloise's look of impatience from miles away, and took Anthony's arm as he led you out to the carriage. "I rather liked the blue dress." You looked up at him, a little smile on his face but otherwise a largely indifferent expression. "Well, it was not for you." You couldn't resist being a little cheeky. He didn't always take it so well but you lived for the moments he huffed and puffed up his chest. Besides, it seemed to loosen him up a bit. You took his hand as he helped you into the carriage, sitting across from his mother. "Pity." He replied, looking so much the devil, and he turned his back to you as you stared, or rather gaped, until the carriage began to move.

Violet Bridgerton was rather happy to sit across from you on the way to the ball. She remembered when you were young and used to pick up your skirts and run over to Aubrey Hall just to tease and prod Anthony until he relented and allowed you to play with him and his brothers. Now you were grown up, all hair and cheekbones, and she was grateful because she hadn't seen her son exhale in what felt like decades, but a couple days with you and he seemed to be having fun again.

The ball was in full swing when you arrived, packed with people dressed in their best gowns and jewels waiting to catch a glimpse of the Prince. And there, in the middle of the action, was Cressida dressed in green and sporting a scowl the moment she saw you, similarly dressed in green. It wasn't much of a secret that you set your sights for marriage high. Your mama was famously ambitious and why wouldn't she be; you were a true diamond and more than happy to carry out her wishes. You grabbed Daphne's hand to take a turn about the room. She followed you but appeared distracted, probably searching for the Duke. You knew that something was going on but she liked to keep her cards rather close to the vest and you figured she would tell you when she was ready.

Anthony watched you giggle with his sister across the ballroom. His eyes followed you about the room, only half listening to what his brothers had to say. He said he preferred you in the blue but secretly thought you looked rather fetching in the green as well. It made your skin glow. "Anthony..." Benedict placed his hand on his shoulder. "Hm?" He was still distracted, unable to completely let go of you, but did take a swig of his brother's flask when Benedict offered. You looked so different than he remembered. Granted, the last time he saw you was when you were ten years old with dirty slippers and mud on your nose. But now...but now all he wanted to do was trail his fingers along your neck.

He was shocked out of his daydreams by a loud crash. A woman in purple swooned and took an indelicate fall to the floor. The Prince was here. Penelope made a particularly scathing comment causing Colin to giggle. But Anthony was following the Prince's gaze straight to you which etched what felt like a permanent scowl onto his face before crossing the ballroom.

After sneaking a glimpse at the Prince, and deciding he was rather nice looking with his blonde curls and doe eyes, you returned to your conversation with Eloise. He was looking at you, you were sure of it, and you expended a great deal of energy keeping the sly smile off your face. "He's coming!" Eloise whispered, tapping at your wrist. You were introduced to him and took a particularly deep curtsy. "It's an honor to meet you, your Majesty." you said soft enough so the Prince had to lean in a little to hear you. "The pleasure is all mine, I'm sure." he kissed your hand. Someone cleared their throat behind you, "I believe this is our dance, my lady." It was Anthony holding out his hand out to you. "Oh" was all you were able to say. "If you will excuse us." Anthony said to the Prince and dragged you to the dance floor. You were only able to shoot him an apologetic glance before Anthony placed a hand on the small of your back and the waltz commenced. "That was incredibly rude." you had half a mind to step on his foot, especially when he said nothing. "You know how important this is. How important this is to my mother." Your whispering was bordering on shrieking at this point, growing more and more frustrated. If Anthony wasn't holding your hand you would have jabbed your finger into his chest. "I am an only child and it is my duty to marry as well as I possibly can and I cannot have you distracting me-" Anthony looked at you then, his dark eyes on fire. Words caught in your throat and you became very aware of his arms around you and his palm burning into your back. You just stared into each other's eyes until the music stopped. "I am distracting?" He bowed and stepped away, leaving you, shocked, in the middle of the dance floor. If you could blush, you would surely be a deep red.

Anthony was taking heavy breaths. He could not hear anything but his heart pounding in his ears; he needed air. Anthony made a beeline for the double french doors that led out to the garden and undid the top of his collar. The night was cool and his breathing seemed to slow. His hands just stopped shaking when he was yanked under a stone archway. "What was that all about?" you said pushing him back against the wall. He let out a grunt. "I do not know-" "Stop." you looked wrecked but he imagined he did as well. You let out a laugh, "Why am I even here? I am sure Cressida is all over Prince Friedrich by now. And I followed you out into the garden." You froze, "I followed you out into the garden. I have to go back." You turned and repeated your last sentence. But Anthony grabbed your wrist and you looked back at him, finally taking in how defeated he appeared. "I am sorry." he said and you went back into the ballroom. It was too short of a time for anyone to suspect any impropriety, you assured yourself, and went back to stand next to Eloise. "What has happened?" She asked looking sincerely disconcerted, probably more because she truly did not know what was going on than how it looked. "I do not know." and you meant it.

You didn't see Anthony the rest of the night. Benedict said that he had left but you still searched around the room every once in and a while, searching him out. "Lady Y/LN, would you care to dance?" It was your second dance with the Prince. You heard one of the mamas say it was "truly a feat;" but back in the carriage, heading home as the sun peeked out over the horizon, all you could say when Violet Bridgerton asked you about the night was "I wish I wore blue."

Part II

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stuckwthem · 3 years

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safe place - chris evans

[hubby!chris x reader fluff headcanon]

summary: you had a terrible day but, chris (and dodge) comforts you with some cuddling and cooking.

warnings: anxiety, fluff.

authors note: hey! english it’s not my first language, sorry for any spelling mistake!

requests open! send me yours and i will gladly make it!

• you had a long day at work, and you're absolutely exhausted and stressed, what made you anxious.

• everything didn't seem to get right and that was making you frustrated and sad, you just wanted to get home and rest a little.

• when you arrived, you could see the familiar car in the garage, next to yours, and at the exact same moment, something just made you feel less heavy.

• chris was home.

• you opened the door, being welcomed by dodger, who was so happy to see you but no more than chris.

• he gave you the biggest smile and ran to hug you, making you feel so little in his arms.

• you just left your body to rest against his and smelled his cologne, and you felt finally safe.

• "hey gorgeous, how was your day?"

• he asked, but you didn't let him get out of the hug or answered, so realizing that you was hugging him more tight than usual, chris stroked your hair.

• "what happened, babe?"

• he said again with a worried tone.

• at this point you're already sniffing in his shoulder, trying miserably to hold your tears, but the knot in your throat wouldn't let you.

• there's a mix of feelings inside you, making your head a mess, and you felt so sensible.

• your body was trembling and surely chris could hear your loud and fast heartbeat.

• your husband took the bag of your hand, putting it aside and guided you til the sofa, making you sit there cuddling with him.

• chris has anxiety too and was pretty used to this, so he didn't say or done nothing else that could make you triggered, just sat by your side caressing you, making you feel safe.

• "i'm here with you, everything is fine"

• he whispered, kissing your head after.

• "you're safe and i won't let anything come at your way, love"

• dodger tried to comfort you too, sitting his head on your lap and sometimes licking or sniffing you.

• with some time, you felt more calm and stopped crying.

• chris didn't leave your side until then, smiling without showing his teeth when you looked up to him.

• "i'm sorry. i didn't wanna to arrive like this but everything just-"

• you started to say mumbling and clearly nervous, but he interrupted you.

• "it's okay, babe, it's okay, don't need to apologize"

• he assured you, grabbing your hand and kissing it.

• "we can talk about it now or later if you want"

• "thank you, babe"

• you nodded, smiling back to him, resting your face on his chest.

• you took a deep breath, smelling something different in the air.

• "chris...are you feeling this?"

• you asked, smelling something like it was burning.

• "oh my god"

• he got up so fast with his eyes wide open and ran to the kitchen. you went after him, worried as you arrived in there.

• he took some platter of the oven, and for a miracle wasn't burned or anything.

• you got closer, seeing it was pasta that you showed him the recipe in tiktok a time ago.

• "oh gosh you really did this"

• you giggled looking at him as he set the table, amazed how he remembered and made everything just because you said that u liked the recipe.

• "i thought you may like"

• he said prouddly, for a moment a bit shy and nervous, so you hugged him again.

• chris wasn't used to cook without you by his side, so he was pressed if you're gonna like his cooking.

• everything seemed to calm down inside you when you looked at him and felt how he truly loved you, how he made you feel belonged and safe.

• it was a little funny and adorable that after all, he still seeks for your approval in everything that he did.

• "so let's eat!"

• he exclaimed, cheering you up. he pulled the chair out for you to sit and then serving you on your plate.

• you two ate until y'all were completely full, and all the while, he couldn't seem to take his eyes off you.

• "chris, it's so good, wow. my husband it's a chef now! i love a multitalented man!"

• you said complimenting him, and going further to kiss him.

• when you came to your posture, you realized he was blushing.

• “you’re blushing! christopher robert evans is blushing!”

• “no babe, stop, i’m not at all, it’s just the pasta is hot!”

• he tried to brush it off like a embarrassed child, failing terribly making you two burst out laughing.

• "seriously, it was amazing! you're the best at literally everything, babe"

• you kissed him again and he smiled in the middle of it, placing his hands on your jaw, holding your face carefully.

• "i would do anything for you, y/n"

• he stated looking into your eyes, tucking some hair behind your ears.

• "i love you"

• "i love you more"

• you said too before he gave you a quick peck.

• "now lets move on to desserts!"

• he exclaimed all excited again, before putting some romantic slow music.

• and just like this, your day was fully changed to completely better.

#chris evans #chris evans fluff #chris evans x reader #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans headcanon #chris evans one shot #marvel x reader #steve rogers x reader #captain america #fluff #Headcanon

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rogue-durin-16 · 3 years

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AN UNUSUAL YEAR (Part V/V)

Summary: After having little to no interest on girls for five years, Fred suddenly feels the need to nag the shit out of a certain witch, completely oblivious to the reason behind it.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Genre: fluff (+ enemies to lovers)

Tags:

An unusual year: @natural-hearts @manuosorioh @lumos-solemn @westyywifee @whiskeyn-rain @warlock--protection @gossip-girl-ecr @fandomscombine @birdy944 @28cnn

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog

Warnings: a little angst, a little snogging 👀

A/N: maybe a bit longer than I expected but it's alright. Also I might write an addition to this story, not sure tho. I hope y'all enjoyed reading this story as much as I did writing it <3

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

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"Y/n! Come sit with us?" George waved at me from the Gryffindor table as I entered the Great Hall, prompting me to sit across him and Angelina, and besides Fred. "Where's Mathilda?" He asked as I got closer, leaving my books on the wooden surface.

"She's feeling unwell." As I sat down, I noticed George's arm around Angelina and I couldn't help the knowing grin that tugged the corner of my lips. "The date exchange at the Ball turned out well, huh?"

"I could say the same about you." He wiggled his brows at me with the same grin I had.

I felt a sudden rush of panic going through my body. My eyes traveled to the boy by my side, who was oddly quiet, and I found him already peeking at me.

"Meaning?" I decided to play dumb, taking a bite of my golden slice of toast whilst ignoring the intending gazes of the couple in front of me.

"You two were having a great time last night." Angelina jumped in, leaning over her table. "Didn't see you coming back, Fred." She added, redirecting her eyes to the ginger.

"I did." His brother laughed. "I daresay you two had an intense night." I felt my cheeks reddening, not finding enough strength to meet George's look. "It was about time, really."

I was startled by Fred abruptly standing up. "See you in class." The curt reply he offered before fleeing shocked all of us; specially his brother, who, with a polite apology, left me and Angelina to go after his twin.

"I feel like I shouldn't ask." She spoke quietly.

"I don't have an answer."

I feared she would see through me. I hadn't lied, but my gut told me whatever happened had to do with the change of demeanor he had at the end of our night out.

I wouldn't say it out loud but a part of me began to worry.

The worry stayed throughout that entire week, guilt joining it at some point. Fred's attendance in Charms, Astronomy and Potions had decreased; I had only see him attend once to Astronomy. The only thing he did was play with his quill and, whenever he thought I didn't notice, stare at me.

Ironically enough, we started spending most of the time together; after the winter break, George had incorporated both Mathilda and me to their friend group, which, in different circumstances, would have been great.

Alicia Spinnet gained special interest on my best friend; Lee Jordan would joke about Slytherins and Gryffindors getting together, and Angelina— well, she seemed happier now that she could hang out with all her friends at the same time.

Fred was miserable. Everyone could see it, yet they did their best to cover it up.

George would overcompensate his brother's attitude by being louder and paying extra attention to me, but it worsened the situation.

I wanted to ask Fred what was wrong, but then again we weren't even good friends, so was it really my place to ask?

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George had proposed a trip to Hogsmade a couple of days ago and we all agreed on going, but the day came and Fred wasn't there.

His brother alleged he had a terrible headache and had chosen to stay in bed. We all saw through his excuse, and once more no one said a word.

It was that night that George came to look for me.

"—well then, go get her!" His shouts got into the common room when a second year entered..

"What's this about?" I inquired, coming out to the hallway to see the ginger about to throw hands at my prefect.

"I need you." He stated, quickly losing interest on whatever the prefect had to say. I only nodded and motioned him to move with me far from the Slytherin door. "You have to speak to Fred now." He almost pleaded, a frown of worry forming on his face.

"Sure— wait, now?" I stared at him in confusion.

"Sorry, I know it's late" his apology didn't mean he would ask me to do it in the morning instead.

I let out a sigh before inquiring, "Where's he?"

"The Astronomy tower, I believe." He replied.

"Alright," I said more to myself. "I'll go grab my jacket." He murmured another apology and a thank you before heading off to his House.

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I came to a halt at the top of the stairs when I saw him sat against the wall, his knees pulled to his chest with his arms around them, and his face buried between them."Hey there, stranger."

He raised his head, letting his eyes and nose be seen."Who gave me away?"

"George."

"Tosser" he muttered, taking his gaze to the levitating bundle of newspaper on fire that was probably keeping him somewhat warm up there.

"Is it that bad to see me now?" I took a couple of careful steps towards the boy.

"It's always that bad to see you."

"Odd for you to say that," I let myself slide down the wall to sit by his side with my legs stretched out. "given how much you stare."

"Touché." He replied, the ghost of a smile breaking through his depressed demeanor. "What are you doing here?"

"What's wrong?"

"I asked first."

"I asked second." He raised his brows at me and it was my turn to avert my eyes from him. "I'm... Worried. About you."

When I shivered due to the wind flowing through the tower, he scooted closer and moved the little fire with his wand for it to be in the middle.

"You're all dejected and sulky," I explained. "You barely attend to our classes together, and if you do, you don't pay attention." I felt him shift uncomfortable by my side. "I'm... I'm gonna regret this— I miss you being a bloody nuisance."

"I knew you loved it." His teasing, though it was meant to be funny, sounded almost painful.

"now, what's wrong?" He shrugged, his chin resting over his forearms. "Listen, if you're not gonna tell me, it's fine, but at least tell George."

"Are you thick?" The bitterness in his tone took me aback. "Y/n, I fancy you." He hid his face between his arms. "quite a lot, actually." He added in a mumble.

"I figured that at the ball, you know?" This time it was me who scooted closer. "Tell me that's not the reason behind this."

"Would you like me to lie?" He questioned, shame slipping out with his voice. "I'm a very good liar you wouldn't even question it." He took a deep breath before looking back up, stretching one of his legs and leaning against the wall. "At the ball, I tried to start something." He began, fidgeting with his hands. "I... This never happened to me, so I wasn't- I didn't know what I was doing, but I thought I was making it clear." He tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. "But when I left you—"

"You know I fancy you too, right?" I tilted my head, searching for his eyes. "As in, more than a one time thing."

"That I didn't know." I felt a pang of guilt, realizing that unconsciously I had played a big part on this.

FRED'S P. O. V.

We stayed in silence.

It wasn't an unsettling silence, but the air weighed over us due to the tension floating on it; I needed to defuse it, otherwise it would crush me.

My heart hammered against my chest while I extended my arm to hold her hand on mine.

It's not meant to be nerve-wracking, I thought to myself as I pulled her hand away from her lap; we had already made clear we fancied each other.

The moment she put her head on my shoulder, the tension completely dissipated. I didn't notice the sigh that left my lungs when it happened.

"Didn't put you, Fred Weasley, in the I'm-a-bundle-of-nerves-with-girls category."

"Oh, shut it." I threw my head back, laughing for the first time in a couple of weeks.

"Never." She gave my hand a squeeze and I allowed my cheek to rest over her crown. "You could, of course, find a way to shut me up."

It wasn't her words that cracked me up, but the suggestive tone she used, which took me back to that night in the Duelling Room when I accidentally let slip my feelings for her for the first time.

I raised my head from hers. "Beg your pardon?" I played the fool, trying to hide the ghost of a smile when she shoot me a wide-eyed look. "What are you insinuating, woman?"

"Do you really wanna start the teasing now?" She gave me a warning glare.

"You've just said you missed it." I couldn't hold back the chuckle.

"I knew I was gonna regret it." She groaned, throwing her head back. My eyes, finally on her, traveled to her now exposed neck and collarbone. Though they weren't visible, I could see the trail of kisses I had left there just a few weeks ago. "Stop staring and kiss me."

It didn't take anything else for me to throw the levitating burning paper away and tug her closer by her hand.

The moment our mouths met, I slipped my hand away from Y/n's so I could led her thighs to straddle my legs.

A quiet moan escaped my lips when she rolled her hips against mines; my hands automatically traveled up from her thighs to her waist, pulling her flush against me.

The temperature in the high, cold tower had shot up all from sudden. Just as we were about to start discarding clothes, quick steps were heard climbing up the stairs.

"Fuck!" She whisper-shouted, practically pushing me away as she got up. "Move, move, move!" As she helped me up and we ran to hide, it dawned on me that we were way past curfew. That got me moving.

We waited for Filch to get to the top of the tower before running down as fast as we could.

"No time for goodbyes!" she warned as we rushed through the vast hallways with Filch after us. "See you tomorrow—"

Before she could sprint downstairs to the dungeons, I grabbed her hand and pulled her into a side hall.

"You won't make it to the dungeons." I stated between pants, glancing at the path we had taken. I wasn't able to see the caretaker yet, but his pants could be heard. "Take the other stairs I'll distract him."

"You'll get grounded." She observed, her breathing as heavy as mine, if not more.

"Worth it." I curtly reply, feeling the corners of my lips twisting up.

"You know?" She pushed herself off the wall she had leaned against to catch her breath. "Sometimes you're really sweet."

"Quick!" I tugged on her hand, seeing Filch finally turn the corner. "Gimme a good luck kiss!"

She pulled me down and kissed my lips briefly before taking off in the other direction. I had to tell myself to shake off that stupid smile and run.

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READER'S P. O. V.

The next morning I eagerly made my way to the Great Hall with two goals; having breakfast, of course, and checking if Fred had made it to his House without getting caught.

I soon spotted the group, this time sitting on the Slytherin table.

Soon his eyes found me too, and without saying a word to anyone, he got up and jogged to meet me halfway.

"Did you make it?" I asked, standing way too close to him and therefore attracting some nosey looks.

"By a whisker." He responded, taking a look around before looking back at me. "I was wondering if you'd like to go for a drink after class." I raised my eyebrows at him with a smirk. "We can use a passage to get to Hogsmade."

"Are you asking me on a proper date, Weasley?" I teased with my hands on my hips. "How cute."

He avoided eye contact, deciding to take another look around instead. "I swear if you tease me right now—"

"I'm free after four." I cut him off. "Now if you excuse me, I'm hungry." I passed him by, playfully bumping his shoulder, and made my way to our friends.

I didn't get far before his hands spun me around and cupped my cheeks, giving me a surprisingly deep kiss. "Are you gonna kill me?" He murmured, his lips still ghosting over mines.

"Oh, you know me so well." I replied, feeling my face heating up. We couldn't help but laugh when whistles and hollers came from behind me. "I might kill them too." I added, making fall into a fit of laughter as we pulled away in order to walk to where our friends sat. "I wanna have breakfast in peace." I warned them, sitting down with Fred by my side.

Everyone was giving looks at each other and trying to hold back the giggles, so I knew a comment was coming, but not from whom.

I could instantly tell I wasn't the only one shocked by the speaker. "But you just had him for breakfast." My best friend responded, faking confusion.

"I was just thinking about that!" Lee yelled, a bit too excited.

"Mathilda Foxglove—" I began, everyone cracking up.

"You are doomed." Fred finished, shoving a toast into his mouth to stop his laughter.

"It was worth it." She stated between giggles.

Fred gave me a side look with a half smile and I thanked Merlin no one could see the boy's fingers interlaced with mines under the table.

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LUCKY ~ Matsukawa Issei (Haikyuu) (1/?)

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pairing(s): matsukawa issei x male reader

a/n: *casually jamming to siu by maretu while being called a child by someone*

anyways, jokes aside, im posting lucky here because i literally have no content to give to yall atm

so enjoy me simping for mattsun

chapter one | chapter two

SWEAT DRIPPED DOWN MATSUKAWA ISSEI'S forehead as he let out soft pants. Dark eyes narrowing as the black haired male watches the setter of the opposite team, a second year named Yahaba Shigeru, setted to Kindaichi Yūtarō for a quick. With quick movements, Matsukawa Issei blocked the first year middle blocker's quick and had earned him and his team a point.

The winning point.

"Gah! I'm sorry!" Yūtarō apologized to his team as he bowed to which earned him some "it's alright!" or "you'll get it next time Kindaichi!" aswell as a "you suck" from a fellow first year, Kunimi Akira which immediately earned Akira some offended shouts from the tall first year.

Issei landed in his feet gracefully as he stood tall and proud of his block. God, it always felt good to successfully shut down a spike, and Issei knew that feeling well. The black haired middle blocker then felt his back being patted and Issei immediately looked behind him and saw his friend, Hanamaki Takahiro smiled lazily at him.

"You almost missed that one, huh Mattsun?" The male had said, tone lace with amusement and eyes glint with mischief. "Getting old there, buddy?" Takahiro continued in a sing sang voice as he saw Issei gave him an unimpressed look for a second from his comment.

On the outsider's point of view, it would've looked like Issei was pissed at Takahiro's comment. But the black haired male's face splitted into a grin as Issei rolled his eyes and gave a soft punch onto Takahiro's shoulder.

"Shut up, Makki," Issei had laughed as he turned to look at Yūtarō who was still looking down on his blocked spike that won Issei's team.

"Better luck next time, Kindaichi," Issei called out as the said male looked at him and then nodded with determination plastered in his features.

"I will get past your blocks! Just you wait senpai!" Yūtarō had said as both Takahiro and Issei looked at each other then and then at the determined first year, then back to each other. The two older males then bursted up laughing as they gave their underclassmen an amused nod.

"Hear that Mattsun?" Takahiro said. "Kindaichi will get pass your blocks!" His voice oddly had a mocking tone on it which didn't go unnoticed by the rest of his peers. The others could only sighed while Yūtarō looked a bit offended.

Issei only laughed at that as Yūtarō looked at his upperclassmen, a bit rather annoyed from them looking down at him... or were they just like that? Yūtarō doesn't really know much as he was still new to the team but the way that they are just so casual with his proclamation? Not at all feeling threatened by it? It made the first year middle blocker a bit miffed. Either way, the first year middle blocker swore he will not be shut down by his upperclassmen's blocks in the future.

"Oi, stop rilling up the first years, you two," Iwaizumi Hajime had said in exasperation as he softly slapped both the back of the two males head. Takahiro and Issei only snickered, not minding their ace's actions as Oikawa Tōru who was behind them whined on why Hajime was much more lenient on using violence to others but goes full force on him. The comment from the volleyball captain only earned him angry shouts of threats from the ace aswell as a hard punch or two, immediately showing the difference of how the ace treats the others and then Tōru.

"Ouch! Iwa-chan not the face!!!" Tōru cried out as he then screamed when Hajime had hitted him, in the face. The whole volleyball team didn't even bat an eye at Hajime beating the fuck outta the resident trash lord named Oikawa Tōru as they minded their own business.

This was normal...

"Oh, are you joining us going to the store this time Mattsun?" A fellow third year named Yuda Kaneo asked as he approached Takahiro and Issei and then handed the two some towels which had earned him some thank yous from the two. "You've been skipping an awful lot lately and it's Oikawa's turn to buy us snacks," Kaneo continued as the said male let out a hum and then shrugged his shoulders. Issei was about to speak but the light brown (some can say that it was pink really and Takahiro doesn't care really what others think of his hair) haired male.

"Nah," Takahiro said as he shakes his head. "This fucklord right here has some stuff to do," Takahiro continued he patted Issei's back. Issei only snorted at what his friend had called him as he jabbed Takahiro with his elbow but didn't say anything else. Kaneo only nodded in understanding as the third year began to walk towards the others and started to chat with fellow third years, Shido Heisuke and Sawauchi Motomu.

"So, what's the plan with him?" Takahiro lazily asked as he swung one of his arms at Issei's neck to bring down the black haired male a bit to his height (the difference were only little really as Issei seemed to only be three centimeters taller to Takahiro) as the light brown (maybe pink again) haired male gave a grin.

"Same as usual," Issei had said as he shrugged Takahiro's eye roll. "What do you expect?" The black haired male huffed as his friend gave him a blank stare.

"You two are so boring!" Takahiro had said as he took his arm away from Issei and instead threw both of his arms in the air. "You don't YOLO at all, do you?"

"Bitch, what?" Issei had asked as he looked at his friend like the male was crazy which was debatable really.

"Ugh, gay, you and him are so boring," Takahiro had said as he saw Issei rolled his eyes at him.

"Bitch."

"Oh, wait..." Takahiro had said as he brought his arms to his side. Issei only raised a brow at his friend quick shift of mood. What was this salmon color haired asshole planning?

"Why don't you come with us and invite him?" Takahiro had said as the black haired male let out a hum and thought about it. Should he? He could invite him and hang out with both him and his friends. That's not really a bad idea. It's like killing two birds with one stone.

But...

"Eh, I'll think about it," Issei had said. As much as Issei loved to hang out with his team and probably bully their captain, Issei also enjoyed his alone time with a certain [Hair color] haired male.

"Makki! Mattsun!" The two said males let out groans as they heard their captain called out their ridiculous nicknames in a sing sang tone. "Oi! Don't just groan at me!" Tōru had whined as he approached the two males. Man, Tōru always wonders on why are his friends a bit of a bastards?

Scratch that— why are all his friends full time bastards?

"Are you going to join us, Mattsun?" Tōru had asked as he turned to the said male who shrugged at him. As much as Matsukawa Issei have respect for the chocolate brown haired male, Oikawa Tōru was also a dumb ass who's any ounce of respect you feel for him gets yeeted off a cliff when you realized the volleyball captain believes in very stupid things... like aliens for example.

"No thanks, I don't need to see your ugly mug more," Issei had flatly shut down (like how he shut down Yūtarō's quick which the first year was still lowkey sulking in a corner somewhere with Akira insulting him none stop) as the black haired male turned his back from the volleyball captain. "Dealing with you in practice is enough already."

Takahiro snorted at Issei's cold hearted reply as he watched the volleyball captain dramatically gasped at his friend's words. God, why was Tōru a dramatic hoe? Hanamaki Takahiro will never know... not that he wants to anyways.

"So mean!!!" Tōru cried. "Iwa-chan, Mattsun is being mean to me!!!" He cried as he turned to the black haired ace for support, only to get none. Like usual. Instead, the said ace only gave him a blank look and flipped him off which made the chocolate brown haired male cry out more. "Wahhh!!! Not you too Iwa-chan!!!"

"Shut up Shittykawa!!!" Hajime screamed as both Takahiro and Issei (who turned back to look at Tōru) snickered as they watched their ace threw a volleyball directly at their captain's face. God, seeing their dumbass captain getting beaten always made their day. Sadistic bastards the two are.

"Matsukawa-san?" The said male turned to who called him and saw that it was their libero, Watari Shinji who looked a bit worried for him for him which made Issei raised a brow.

"Um... [Last name]-san is here," Shinji had said as Issei perked up hearing the [Hair color] haired male's last name. 'Huh... he's early...' Issei had thought as the libero looked worried at the tall middle blocker. "And he said... you should hurry up..." Shinji then quietly added, "he seemed a bit pissed senpai..." which immediately answered Issei's mental question on why the libero looked worried for him.

Issei let out a hum as he said a quiet thanks at the second year libero who hesitantly nodded and walked away to join the others who started stretching.

"Eh? Uptight-san has been coming here more than usual," Tōru had wondered out loud, not at all embarrassed at showing that he was listening to a confidential message, well, not really confidential— but still, it was still rude to listen to conversations that clearly doesn't involve with you. Not that Tōru cares.

"Shittykawa, don't just insult people! Especially him!" Hajime had said as he slapped the back of the volleyball captain's head which earned the ace a loud whine from the male. Why was he friend's with this guy again? Right, because he was forced too when they were kids. Fuck.

"But Iwa-chan!" Tōru cried as he rubbed the back of his head on where the ace had slapped him. "Don't you think it's weird that Mattsun always gets in trouble with Uptight-san???" The chocolate brown haired male asked as he pouted.

"What did you do anyways, Mattsun?" The captain had asked as he turned to look at the black haired middle blocker. Issei and Takahiro only looked at each other with blank stares as they were mentally messaging each other if their captain was really this fucking dumb.

"Jeez, Dumbkawa," Takahiro started and hearing that ridiculous and very insulting nickname made the volleyball captain whine on how "mean" he was. Takahiro doesn't give a single fuck though as the nickname was very true. "I knew you were dumb but I didn't think you were that dumb!"

"What do you expect from a guy who believe aliens exist?" Issei added. "Dumbkawa, how did you even graduated middle school again?" The black haired male continued as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Yeah, with your small peanut size brain, how?" Takahiro joined in as he did what Issei aswell, crossing his arms over his chest as they blankly looked at their captain who was now on the floor, dramatically on his hands and knees as he cried how cruel his friends were. Each words the two males spouted had pierced Oikawa Tōru's heart with imaginary arrows. And fucking hell did it hurt. What the fuck, why are his friends such assholes? Damn.

The volleyball captain was about to loudly cry out and proclaim how much of a bastards his friends were when everyone then kept quiet when they heard someone new had talked.

"What is going on here?"

Everyone frozed. No one moved a single muscle as the whole volleyball team robotically turned their heads to the direction of the voice to see a male student wearing the school's uniform. It would have been a regular student if it weren't for the white arm band on his right arm where the word "PRESIDENT" written in large red bold text.

It was none other than the student council president, [Last name] [Name].

And the [Hair color] haired male was certainly not amused as he looked at each one of them with a cold blank stare that sent every member of the Aoba Johsai males volleyball club shiver down their spines as [Name]'s arms crossed on his chest.

"I am asking once again, what is going on here and why are you all so loud?" [Name] had said as he then turned to the volleyball captain who immediately let out a yelp when the [Hair color] haired male's stare was directed at him. "Especially you, Oikawa Tōru."

The chocolate brown haired male sweated from the blank stare directed at him. The volleyball club captain, Oikawa Tōru was absolutely on the verge of pissing himself as this was no ordinary student. This was the student. The student who had shown prowess to lead their fucking school without a sweat. The one where everyone student body absolutely respects and adores, just like him!!!

This was the [Last name] [Name] for heavens sake and this guy was no laughing matter!!!

"Oi, [Name], why are you here?" Issei's bored voice cut through the tense atmosphere like a knife as Tōru let out the breath he never knew he was holding when [Name]'s stare turned to the black haired third year. It took a minute or so for Tōru to realized what just happened as he then guffawed at how casual Issei was to talking to the [Hair color] haired male as the rest of the team watched, everyone easing up a bit.

"EH?!?" Tōru loudly screamed in shock, eyes widened as he seemed to not believe what he was just witnessing. [Name] didn't seemed to be bothered by the third year setter's shock cries as he looked at Issei and rolled his eyes at the black haired middle blocker.

"I told you to hurry up and change, I don't have all day," [Name] had said as Issei snorted at his words.

"Actually," Issei started. "You told my teammate to tell me to hurry up, so, ha!" Takahiro and Issei swore they heard the [Hair color] haired male mutter something in the lines of "god he's such an idiot" and "he's just being a smartass as usual [name], don't mind him" to himself in which the two were absolutely amused by it.

Takahiro had to stop himself from snickering when he saw the usual stoic and proper [Hair color] haired male let out a sigh as he uncrossed his arms off his chest and instead began to rub his temple.

"Just hurry up already Issei, I have to walk you home and aswell as going to the convenience store to buy something," [Name] said in exasperation as the black haired male rolled his eyes but nodded.

"You only have five minutes to change or else I'll leave you," [Name] had said.

"Also, hello Hanamaki, good to see your doing well," The said male gave a thumbs up to him as [Name] gave Issei a look and then turned his back to them as he began to walk to the gym's door and went outside.

As the doors shut. Oikawa Tōru had to processed what just fucking happened. When the realization hitted him like Hajime spiking volleyballs at him for being a trashy dumbass, the volleyball captain immediately was in Issei's face as he bombarded the tall third year questions.

"Matssun!!! What is your relationship with Uptight-san?!?"

"Why aren't you scared at him?!?"

"How the hell do you even know him that well?!?"

"When were you close?!?!"

"Didn't you spiked a volleyball at him last year?!?"

"Are you two friends?!?"

"How can you made him feel other emotions besides annoyance?!?"

"What do you both do?!?"

"How did you even befriended him?!?"

Questions after questions were fired at Issei as his captain was shaking him back and forth by his uniform. Issei looked unamused by the volleyball captain's actions as he then grabbed Tōru's hands off his shirt while Takahiro had sneaked (it wasn't that hard with the male being too busy shaking his friend like a rag doll) behind the chocolate brown haired male and then slapped Tōru's head, hard.

"Ow!" Tōru cried as he turned to glare at Takahiro while rubbing the back of his head to ease the slight pain he was feeling. "What the hell, Makki?!?" The said male only stuck his tongue out at the captain which earned a whine from Tōru.

"Dumbkawa, Mattsun and Prez have been dating for literally two years now..." Takahiro said like it was the obvious obvious truth. Well, it was besides for the trashy captain of Seijoh. "Why do you think Prez has been coming here for awhile now and fetching Mattsun?" The male rhetorically asked as he then gave the dumbstruck captain a lazy grin.

"Are you seriously that dumb, Dumbkawa?" Issei and Takahiro had asked in sinc as they gave their captain very judgemental stares that made the third year setter wail on how cruel their words were.

"Did you seriously didn't know?" Hajime asked, eyebrows furrowing as he looked at his friend who snapped his head towards him and then screamed "YOU KNEW TOO IWA-CHAN?!?"

"The whole team knew... well, besides you it seems," Kanoe commented as the rest of the team watched their captain freaked out on the news that their Matsukawa Issei, resident fucklord (along with Takahiro) was dating the student council president, [Last name] [Name].

"Why didn't no one told me about this?!?" Tōru cried as the whole team stared at him with a "are you fucking serious?" look.

"They didn't even tried to hide their relationship— so shut the fuck up Shittykawa!!!" Hajime had yelled as he got irritated when the volleyball captain still wont shut his loud mouth up from crying and wailing on how everyone in the team was cruel on not telling him about Issei's love life.

"AHH!!! NOT THE FACE IWA-CHAN!!!"

"SHUT UP ALREADY YOU ANNOYING DUMBASS!!!"

"You did not tell them that we were dating?" [Name] had asked as he glanced at the black haired male who shrugged at his question. The two were already walking home together as Issei ditched his team to walk with his boyfriend and the black haired male was telling his boyfriend about what happened after he had left the gym. Yes, Matsukawa Issei was dating the [Last name] [Name] and Issei still wonders how he managed to nabbed a snacc like this guy.

"Well, it's not really their business," The black haired male said in a bored tone. "And besides, everyone in the team seems to know," Issei had said as he shoved his hands onto his pants pockets. "Well, everyone besides that trash of a captain of mine," Issei continued as a grin formed on his lips when he heard [Name] chuckle.

"Weren't we obvious though?" The [Hair color] haired male wondered out loud. "I mean, I always dropped by when I have the time."

Yes, it was true. When [Name] wasn't busy doing his student council duties, he does, in fact, dropped by the gym to greet and watch the males volleyball club practice. It was a wonder how Oikawa Tōru did not noticed how he was always talking to or being beside Issei. Perhaps the chocolate brown haired male was definitely an idiot.

"Well, you know how Oikawa is," Issei had said as he took one of his hand out off his pockets and instead grabbed [Name]'s [Skin color] hand where the [Hair color] haired male instinctively intertwined their fingers together. A soft flush on [Name]'s cheeks which made the black haired male grin.

"The guy's has volleyball for brains," Issei had said as he then laughed at the [Hair color] haired male's retort.

"Like you aswell?" The black haired male squeezed [Name]'s hand as he sent the male a playful glare.

"You love me though," Issei had said as he saw the corner of the [Hair color] haired male's lips twitched a bit as [Name] then looked away. The black haired male wasn't bothered though when his boyfriend looked away from him. In fact, Issei thinks it was cute to see the almighty stoic and stubborn student council president of one of the powerhouse of the prefecture act a bit cute and flustered.

Issei smiled as he heard his boyfriend mutter three simple words. Three simple words that made him feel all warmth and tingly in the inside. It was disgusting, but Issei came to enjoy that feeling.

"I unfortunately do."

God, Matsukawa Issei was definitely lucky to be dating [Last name] [Name]...

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★☆ AN: So, this prompt is dedicated to anyone attracted to nerds and science. Look I’m terrible at chemistry so I made Kuroo a jack of all trades while still being ace at chemistry. Also, thanks to @succulent-momma and @drabbles-blurbs-words for editing this for me.

★☆ Summary: It’s not Kuroo’s fault, not really. It’s not his fault that every time he opened his mouth to talk like that you just wanted to throw yourself at him.

★☆ Warning: Explicit sex, Size Kink, and Rough sex. Read at your own discretion. Kuroo x Fem Reader.

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Kuroo considered himself fairly handsome and was well-liked by most people. Except by his teammates who nicknamed him "demon captain". And of course, Kenma who would frequently throw some jabs his way. But he was nice to girls. In fact, he was a gentleman to every girl he met, only accompanied by mild playful teasing when the moment required it. Most girls, in his humble opinion, wanted his attention and frankly desired to date him. Except for Y/N.

He would never forget that particular day in 2nd year when she turned him down in front of his team. Kuroo and Kenma were heading home after volleyball practice accompanied by Yaku and Yamamoto, who were heading out as well.

Kuroo, noticing Y/N, called out, "Y/N-chan!"

Y/N turned around to see Kuroo waving at her, to which she only frowned in return.

"So, Y/N-chan, when are you going to take up on my offer of going on a date soon?"

"Over my dead body," she murmured before flouncing away.

Yaku had burst out laughing, enjoying Kuroo's embarrassment. Yamamoto tried to spare his senpai's feelings knowing the pain of being rejected all too well. But it was just too satisfying to watch smug Kuroo get turned down. Yamamoto collapsed in howling fits. Kuroo could even see Kenma hiding a smirk underneath his long bangs while trying and failing to look absorbed in his PSP.

She perplexed the hell out of him. He didn't understand where he went wrong with Y/N. In fact, she only displayed uninterest most of the time he attempted to talk to her.

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However, he finally started making headway in his third year. Y/N, lo and behold, was in his class. Making it easier for him to talk to her. She was resistant to his efforts at first, but one particular day she let her guard down.

"Y/N-chan, how did you do on your chemistry test?" he inquired, looking at his 98.

He could feel her glare, and so Kuroo looked up to shoot a smirk at her.

"An 85. Probably better than your score," she huffed.

"Not today, sweetheart. Looks like I win." He sat back in his chair and radiated smugness.

Y/N leaned over from her chair to look at his score, and he could see her eyes widen in shock.

"How? You had two practice matches this week against rival schools back to back! When did you get the time to study?" Y/N blurted out.

"I'm flattered you know so much about my schedule."

She avoided eye contact and cleared her throat. "Don't get it twisted. It's hard not to know when that's all you've talked about for two weeks."

Kuroo's smirk just got bigger. "And here I thought you don't listen to poor old me. I'm smarter than you think I am. I don't need to study a lot to get adequate grades."

Y/N seemed a bit incredulous.

"Then why isn't your rank higher?" she challenged.

"Well, we can't all be ranked second like you. But you're right. My rank could be better if I tried more. But I don't need to because my grades just have to be good enough to play volleyball and get into a decent university. It's not like I'm going to be a doctor."

Y/N stared at him for a moment before requesting if she could look at his test to see what she did wrong. Kuroo shrugged and gave it to her.

He could feel Y/N's inquisitive gaze on him the rest of the day. But every time he turned to see, her long dark hair hid her face. It was puzzling, to say the least.

As the bell rang and he was about to leave for volleyball practice, Y/N stopped him.

"Kuroo, next time there's a chemistry test can we study together?" she asked him almost shyly.

A bit dazed by her request, he only nodded, to which she responded with, "great! See you tomorrow."

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Days began to fly by with Y/N still somehow talking to him, their topics ranging from academic to inane intellectual discussions.

"Ne Kuroo, do you think there's any truth to Jurassic Park? Like theoretically, can we bring back dinosaurs?" she asked him one morning after biology.

He blinked at the question and put his mechanical pencil down. Y/N reminded him too much of a particular beanpole dinosaur enthusiast in that moment.

"Not really. Because think about it, not only would we need to have a perfect DNA replica to duplicate, meaning the bullshit explanation from the movie of filling the missing DNA structures with DNA from modern species wouldn't work. But we would also need to recreate the environment these creatures thrived in. The current Earth right now is colder than they're used to. Then we would also have to recreate the same food sources. These dinosaurs didn't evolve to eat grass or cows. Plain and simple, they wouldn't survive."

Y/N's face brightened. "Exactly! Oh, and did you see the new dinosaur they discovered in Hokkaido? It's called Kamuysaurus. It's a different species of Hadrosaurid." She continued enthusiastically explaining to him what made the Kamuysaurus different from other Hadrosaurid species. It was kind of boring, to be honest; he wasn't much of a dinosaur fan, but he listened intently, feeling satisfied knowing that Y/N's attention was solely on him.

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The next week as Kuroo was walking home with Kenma, he noticed Y/N going inside a bookstore.

"Kenma, I'm going to go ahead, alright?" Kuroo said as he watched Y/N curiously.

Kenma looked up to see Kuroo staring at Y/N. "She's just going to yell at you again."

"Don't worry; I got it handled. See you tomorrow." Without waiting to hear his childhood friend's response, Kuroo ran to catch up to her before she left the store.

The store's bell jingled, and an employee welcomed him inside. He walked around for a bit before finally finding Y/N in the back, intensely reading a book. He walked up behind her and placed his hand on her shoulder.

Y/N jumped and let out a squeak. She relaxed, seeing his smirking face "Kami-sama! Kuroo, don't do that! You scared the crap out of me!"

He chuckled at her reaction and stepped closer into her personal space. Looking over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of what she was reading.

"Stars and constellations? Since when are you into astronomy?" he asked.

"Well, it's a fairly new hobby. Chichiue and I are planning a trip to the mountains to chart stars. I thought it would help me to know what we are looking at."

She tried to move away to put some space between them, but he just grabbed her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"Hmm, need some help?"

She turned around and cocked her eyebrow at him. "Let me guess you know some things about astronomy too?"

He just ignored the sarcasm in her voice before going on a tangent. "Well, did you know at the center of every galaxy is a gigantic black hole that is gradually sucking everything inside? That's how we got the image of a swirling galaxy that we know today. Just in the Milky Way alone, there's about ten million to a billion other smaller black holes."

Kuroo stopped to glance at Y/N, who was looking back at him keenly, before continuing.

"And the name of the supermassive black hole at the center of our galaxy is-"

"Sagittarius A," Y/N finished almost breathlessly.

Kuroo joked, "guess you also know some things about astron-"

He failed to complete his sentence when Y/N yanked him down by his school uniform and captured his lips. Her kiss was harsh and greedy as she tried to swallow him whole. He reached over and lifted Y/N to steady her against the bookshelf. He separated for a moment to observe her, captivated as her ample chest heaved up and down.

"Kuroo," she whimpered out while clutching his school uniform.

Y/N grabbed his red tie and tugged him closer. Unable to deny her, he slanted his lips over hers.

Kuroo was honestly so confused; why was she kissing him in a bookstore of all places? Did she have feelings for him? He supposed she had to have felt some attraction. Otherwise, she wouldn't have jumped him in the middle of a conversation. But if she did, when did it began and how? Because as far as he knew, nothing about himself had changed except they were talking more than usual. Their previous conversations included him being flirty and Y/N doing her best to walk away. But now they could spend hours arguing over their shared answers on their organic chemistry homework.

Still, all those questions disappeared when he felt her tongue intertwine with his and suck. Letting out a groan, he pressed her harder against the shelves and bucked. Y/N gasped and grinded back against his clothed cock. Kuroo could feel his member stirring at the soft sounds she was letting out despite gnawing on her lips. She was impatiently trying to rub against him, unable to get a satisfying rhythm.

"Here…here," he urged, grabbing her legs and tugging them around his waist.

She complied and clutched him closer before reigniting their kiss. Y/N was just so impatient and greedy, she coaxed him to get rougher by nibbling on his lower lip.

"Fuck, sweetheart. Do you always get so needy?" he panted.

He needed a minute. Just a minute to get himself together. Because if he made contact with her hot cunt one more time, Kuroo was going to lose it. He was going pull her panties to the side before plunging his hard cock inside of her. And he didn't think getting disciplined for obscenity in a public place was something either of them could afford right now.

SLAM!

The two of them startled and pulled apart to hear a customer apologizing to the bookstore's employee. A book was dropped on the floor.

He reluctantly lowered Y/N back on the floor and let her go. Y/N was looking anywhere but at him, as she tried to fix her appearance and make herself look presentable again.

Kuroo stepped forward. "Let me."

Y/N just nodded as she looked at the floor. He raised her chin to gaze into her eyes as he fixed her long-ruffled strands of hair.

"There. Perfect." His words meaning more than what he implied.

Kuroo waited for her as she paid for her astronomy book and followed her outside.

"Kuroo, it's still early. Do you wanna grab something to eat?" she asked once both had stepped out.

He blinked at her question, wondering if this was a date but decided to not let the chance slip by.

"Sure, I know the perfect place." He grabbed her hand and ignored her flustered pleas to let her hand go.

By the time they arrived at their destination, Kuroo had noticed Y/N had stopped all her protests. Finally, feeling relaxed and secure in his presence.

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Several months and dates later, Kuroo and Y/N found themselves at his house while studying for an upcoming chemistry exam.

"So, almost all stoichiometry problems can be solved in four simple steps. First, you balance the equation. Convert the units of the given substance to moles. Then calculate the moles of substance yielded by the reaction. Finally, convert the moles of the substance to the desired units. Sounds easy enough, right?" Kuroo asked, looking up from his notes to see Y/N eyeing her worksheet nervously.

"I-I'm going to be honest with you. I have no idea what any of that means," she grumbled.

He grabbed Y/N and pulled her close to him on the bed they were both occupying.

"Here. Watch me do it, and then if you have any questions, let me know."

Kuroo went through the process slowly. When he finished, he looked up to see Y/N gazing at him earnestly with a prominent flush on her face.

He stared back curiously, not understanding why Y/N was peering at him like that. Usually, she gave him those looks when she watched him play volleyball or if he acted particularly sweet that day. He shouldn't have been that surprised when she shoved her worksheet aside and pounced on him.

Y/N desperately clung and kissed him thoroughly.

"W-wait Y/N. We still have work to do," he gasped while turning his face away.

She didn't seem too perturbed and instead started nibbling his slender neck instead.

Hang on, why was he hesitating if there was a willing and rutting girl on top of him?

Kuroo tried to grasp her waist tightly and switch their position. But Y/N was having none of it and pushed his grabby hands away. She swung her leg over his waist and pushed him down. With her position, her skirt had ridden up and showed off her legs. He couldn't help it as he caressed her silky-smooth skin and started making his way up her skirt. But before he could touch her lacey panties, she once again shoved his hand away. Y/N carefully steadied herself and started rocking against his jeans.

It didn't take long before his dick started stirring with Y/N grinding on top of him. Trying not to upset Y/N's pace, he carefully unbuttoned her lacey blouse to expose her black bra. Kuroo shoved off the garment off her shoulders so he could knead her breasts through the cotton bra. Perhaps she got impatient from the lack of friction because soon enough, Y/N was unzipping his jeans and pulling out his dick. She pumped it a few times and asked Kuroo to help. While she was getting his dick hard, Kuroo pulled down her panties. She lined up him up quite nicely.

Y/N quickly rammed his cock inside of her, so fast that Kuroo almost missed the pained whimper from her mouth.

"Oy, slow down," he groaned while feeling her walls constrict around him. Kuroo tried to remove himself from her embrace, but she held onto his hips tightly. She started pushing herself up and down on top of him, letting out whimpers at the feeling of being so full.

He could feel her slick building up from the added ministrations and coating his length, making it easier for her to descend on him. Still, it was a tight fit. Bordering on pain and pleasure. He could see the tears in her eyes, so Kuroo once again tried to get her to slow down.

"Sweetheart, we got all the time in the world."

"Tetsu, I.. I need you so badly," she moaned while simultaneously shoving the rest of him inside her.

"Fuck!" he let out after seeing her be filled to the brim and her mound connecting with his pubic.

Y/N was a panting and crying mess, trying to accommodate a cock that was clearly too big for her.

He felt a little ashamed and guilty for liking the way she looked on top of him. But sex with Y/N was always so nasty and filthy. He remembered vividly how desperately she begged for him to take her virginity after school one day. So, Kuroo cut his practice short (the one rare time he did) and took her to the nearest love hotel where he proceeded to fuck her senseless for an hour straight. Still, he remembered feeling despaired afterward because he had wanted to make love after a romantic date for her first time.

His musing got cut short when Y/N started bouncing on his cock mercilessly. She let out choked sobs each time she slammed back down. The bedsprings began squeaking, and the frame of the bed banged against the wall. So much so he would no doubt have to explain about the dent later to his parents.

Soon enough, he could see Y/N becoming tired, her breathing becoming more and more labored.

She begged, "Tetsu, help me."

"I don't know, Y/N. You got yourself in this mess-" Kuroo let out a loud groan when he felt Y/N purposely squeezing his cock.

Kuroo pulled the cups of her bra down to reveal her heaving chest. He sat up on his forearms to thoroughly suck the peaked breasts while keeping one hand on her hips to control the thrusts. The wild bouncing was now replaced with rhythmic rocking. He knew from experience that she liked to stimulate her clit along with penetration. So, each time he entered her, Kuroo held her hips still so he could grind against her more. It worked, her body started shaking and becoming restless from the extra stimulation.

"Tetsu, I-I'm…" she didn't finish her sentence.

"Fuck, I can feel you milking me. Shit, that n-never gets old," he replied, feeling helpless as her orgasm spiraled out of control.

Feeling that the opportunity now was perfect, he quickly reversed their position. Kuroo rammed his cock back inside of her and made sure to rest her ankles on his shoulders. He had to bend a little to make sure his taller height was able to accommodate her. But the position was perfect for deeper penetration, especially when he pressed his chest against the back of her thighs. Y/N was still sensitive from her previous orgasm, so she only got louder and louder from the new angle. He covered her mouth with his hand; however, her muffled sobs were only subdued to a point. Her keening was still audible to anyone who might pass by his room. He let out a grunt when their bodies connected, creating a loud wet slap that only served to turn him on further. No longer able to hold back, Kuroo didn't stop himself from the telltale signs of his own impending pleasure. The base of his cock tightened, and he came inside of her.

He moaned and let Y/N go, settling his face nicely on top of her sweaty and warm chest. Kuroo thanked whatever deity out there that Y/N had been on birth control since their first time. He had the privilege of hitting it raw and hopefully would continue to do so until she said otherwise.

The two laid side by side for a couple of minutes, trying to catch their breaths before he turned on his side and clutched her closer.

Kuroo grabbed Y/N's face and started peppering it with quick kisses, "I love you. I love you so much. You did so good, baby."

Y/N was too tired to participate, so she returned the kisses halfheartedly.

"Not that I mind, babe. But what was that about? I thought we were supposed to be studying," he teased with a smirk.

Y/N shrugged and replied, "I think intelligence is sexy and a turn on."

The smirk on his face crumbled, and he facepalmed.

Y/N frowned at him. "What's wrong?"

"You shouldn't have told me that. Now we will never get any studying done," he replied with a groan.

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Breakfast with the Moon - JJ Maybank

Summary: Based on Breakfast With the Moon by Powfu

Word count: 3,736 (this has to be my favorite thing I've ever written!)

Warnings: mentions of drugs, alcohol, spiking a drink, stealing, his abusive father

She wants me, I know it, even tho' I'm broken. When she looks at me, I see that she's also hopeless.

You cuddled into JJ's chest, your fingers lightly tracing cursive letters on his chest in hope's to calm him down. He showed up at your front door after he had a horrible fight with his father. You could immediately tell from his eyes that he felt broken, but you were right by his side to help him slowly pick himself up piece by piece.

"Y/N?" You looked up at JJ, his index finger tracing your jawline. Without comprehending it, you leaned into his touch. His eyes looked into yours, as if he were reading your thoughts. "You know how important you are to me, right?" You nodded your head, "yeah." Your voice just above a whisper.

I notice her emotion flowin' out, her heart is open because she trust me (I think she loves me)

JJ shifted in his spot, forcing you to look at him. "Don't lie to me y/n/n." You sighed, already feeling the tear sting your eyes. You were never one to openly talk about your struggles, only knowing people pitied you after you told them. But it was different with JJ, he understood what you were going through.

He wasn't the kind to apologize, or say how you didn't deserve to go through that you were going through. He was the kind to give you advice on how to overcome these feelings. The type of person who wouldn't judge you after admitting things you've done. You trusted him with everything in you.

I hold her close with passion, imagining what could happen. She acting like a bandage, she healing all my damage.

You sat on the couch with Kie, talking about how your days went before JJ stormed through the front door. You furrowed your eyebrows at the boy who bantly ignored his friends, marching into his room and slamming the door shut.

Without hesitating, you got up from your spot, excusing yourself before walking in front of his door. You softly knocked, calling his name. When you got no response, you opened the door a crack to see his body face down, shaking as he cried into the bed. You quickly entered and shut the door after you, sitting next to his body.

He scooted forward, resting his head in your lap, hands squeezing your thighs as he cried. Your fingers combed their way through his hair, quietly humming a soft tune to calm him down. "I hate him. I fucking hate him." He sobbed into your lap, tears dropping onto your skin. "Hey, hey look at me." You mumbled.

JJ lifted his head up slightly, your heart ached at his red eyes. "You're almost there sweetie. Once you turn 18 you can move out of there and never have to see him again If you don't want to. I'll even help pay for you to move out. It kills me to see the pain he puts you through everyday. You're almost free, baby. You just have to keep fighting, okay?" Your words eased the hurt in his chest.

You scooted down to be face to face with him. He wrapped his arms around your body, holding you close to him. "I'm right here. You're safe." You mumbled against his chest.

Yeah she's the one I've been waiting for to land on my planet. Unlike them other girls she got my back and she won't stab it.

JJ sat at a table at the wreck, checking the time on his phone every other minute. He had been waiting for his date to show up, only for her to never show. He waited there for 40 minutes before leaving the restaurant.

He showed up at your front door, his hands awkwardly in his pockets due to his embarrassment of being stood up. "Hey!" You welcomed him with a grin, inviting him inside the house. "How'd the date go?" You asked him as he sat himself down on your couch.

"It didn't." He pursued his lips together, your eyebrows furrowed together. "She never showed up." He bit his tongue, hating at the sound of him admitting it. Your mouth dropped open, immediately wanting to fight the girl who stood him up.

You thought for a moment before grabbing your purse and car keys. You held your hand out for him to grab, earning a questioning look from him. "Come on," you nudge your head, "I'm taking you on a date."

His heart skipped a beat at your words. He quickly held onto your hand as you led him to your car, making sure to open the passengers side door for him. It was times like this where JJ felt blessed to have you in his life.

This is true love, no there's not a plot twist. Knowing what she's thinking, yes I'm friends with her conscience

You laid on your bed, curled up in a ball due to your cramps making your body ache with every move you made. Your bedroom door busted open, making you nearly fall off the bed.

JJ marched to your bed with a McDonalds bag and soda in his hand. He sat himself down next to you, pulling a pill bottle from the bag. "I went to get you ibuprofen for your cramps but I figured you would want food as well. I got a 50 pack of mcnuggets with honey mustard sauce and a coke." You bite your bottom lip as you grinned carefully sitting up. "I love you JJ Maybank." You exhaled, grabbing everything out of his hands.

You scooted over, patting the spot next to you. JJ sat down with his legs crossed, his hand taking a nugget from the box. You threw your head back, taking the pill to help ease the pain. Resting your head on his shoulder, you shoved a chicken nugget into your mouth. "You always know what I'm thinking, Maybank. You're the best."

Clearing out my toxins every time we talkin'. Kiss me in the dark, middle of our movie watching.

"I swear it's like every time I go home it's like he puts a 500 pound rock on my chest." JJ exhaled, rubbing his eyes with his fist. "But that's why you're always welcomed here. I hate seeing you this stressed J." You mumbled into his chest.

You two were hanging out in your room, lights off with Finding Nemo playing in the background. "Everytime I come here it's like a weight is lifted off my chest. I love talking to you because you understand me. You like, I don't know, you detox my mind."

You looked up at him, his eyes trained on yours. As if JJ had the power to read minds, he read yours and began to lean in. Your heartbeat picked up speed as his hand cupped the side of your face. Holding onto his wrist, you guided him towards you, your grip loosening as he kissed you.

You the best thing and everything a friend could be. You got my heart locked up, I could never leave.

You danced in the moonlight with Kie, your body swaying to the music that played near you two. The group decided to throw a Kegger, just because they all wanted to have fun. Kie got pulled away by some touron as a hand tapped your shoulder.

Turning around, you saw there was no one there. Shrugging your shoulders, you turned back around to see a brunette boy, eyeing your body down. "Y/N! Hey, I missed you!" JJ's familiar voice filled your ears. You turned around and got enveloped in a hug by the blonde. "The guy spiked your drink." He whispered in your ear.

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up. You turned away from the stranger and walked hand in hand with JJ away from the party. You flung the liquid out of the cup, throwing the cup in the trash. He led you to an isolated, broken tree stump that you two sat on.

"Thank you for warning me." You mumbled, looking at the moonlight that reflected off the waves. "Of course. You're my girl, I gotta protect you."

Staying up late at night when we textin'. My plate's full, but time with you I'll keep on spending.

Your eyes snapped open at the sound of your phone going off. Picking it up, your eyes squinted as you grinned to see JJ texted you a tweet he saw.

Clicking the tweet, you nearly laughed as you read it in your mind. 'Craving a hug is worse than craving sex because you can masturbate but you can't hug yourself and that's some real shit lmao.'

'Is that your way of telling me you need a hug?' You texted him, checking to see the time was 4:31 a.m. He immediately read your message, three dots appearing on your screen. 'Maybe… I have ice cream for you if you do.' You threw your sheets off of your body, not caring you were wearing an oversized t-shirt and shorts.

'On my way hoe.' You texted back before sliding on your flip flops and sneaking out your window to your car. Speeding off to JJ's house, you parked down the block before walking to his backyard.

You knocked on his window before pulling the screen up and crawling in. JJ stood in the center of his room with a wide grin on his face, a tub of ben and Jerry's in one hand and two spoons in the other.

He put both items down as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He hugged you tightly, lifting you off the floor and spinning you around. You wrapped your legs around his waist as his arms adjusted themselves. He walked over to his bed, sitting against the headboard. You remained in his lap, your legs on both sides of his lap. Your hands entangled themselves in his hair, his hand on the arch of your back.

You were about to pull away before his grip tightened. "Not yet. I don't wanna let go just yet." He mumbled.

I hate it when you're not with me. 'Cause it feels like something's missing.

You had left the Outer Banks for a trip to visit a college out of state. You knew you weren't going to a college outside of your home, you just went to please your parents.

You were gone for a week. However to JJ that felt like a whole month and he was aching for you to come back. The entire week he has never felt more stressed. He felt like something big was missing out of his days. He wanted to call you, but he feared he would bother you.

Without telling him you were home, you called his number. It rang 3 times before he picked up. "Y/N! You're alive!" His voices yelled from the other side of the line. "Yes I'm alive and on my way to your house."

"Oh-shit!" JJ yelled before you heard a loud thumping sound. "You fell off your bed didn't you?" You asked him, driving down the streets. His dad's car was thankfully gone, allowing you to pull in. Quickly exiting your car, you slammed your door shut.

Walking into his house, he nearly tackled you to the floor in a hug. "Wow, hi!" You laughed as he hugged you, rocking your bodies side to side. "That felt like the longest week of my life."

I'ma show you everything and everything I hide behind. Tell you my whole story, I can take you back to '99.

JJ was currently asleep at your side, your legs intertwined. He asked if he could sleep over after his dad threw a fit after taking drugs.

Your eyes never left his face as you remembered the first time JJ opened up to you about his abusive father. It was one night, 3 years ago. He showed up on your doorstep in the pouring rain, a fresh bruise on his face and a cut lip.

He tried to say he got caught up in a fight with a Kook, but you could tell by the look in his eyes that it wasn't the truth. You didn't beg him to tell you, you knew he had his own life and you didn't want to pry. He loved that about you and knew it was time to tell you everything.

From how his mom left when he was young, then how his father became a drug addict and alcoholic. He brought up the first time he had been beaten, he was only 11 which broke your heart. He told you that acting like he was fine and just got into it with a Kook was easier than explaining about his dad.

Loving you's a sequence, keeps my heart beating. I'ma keep you warm even if it means I'm freezing.

You and JJ went to the movie theater, celebrating your birthday together. He had managed to sneak you two into the Kook cinema that had working air conditioning and reclining seats.

He took you out to see a new movie, knowing that would make you happy. You told him you were gonna pay for food, but he stopped you before you could go up to the register. "I got it." Was all he said before taking your hand and leading you to the right room.

He took you to the back row knowing that was your favorite spot. He shifted in his seat, pulling bags of snacks out of the hem of his pants and anywhere else he could hide it. You giggled to yourself quietly, your mouth dropping as he pulled a hoagie out of his pant leg.

"Shut the fuck up." You whispered, high fiving him as he set out the food. You pulled up the arm rest that sat between you two, scooting closer to him.

His arm immediately found its place around your shoulder, pulling you close as he ate half of the hoagie.

Your body shivered as you pulled JJ closer to you. He looked down at you, "are you cold?" "A little but it's-" before you could finish your sentence, he was already taking his sweatshirt off and handing it to you. "Aren't you gonna be cold?" He shrugged his shoulders, "I don't care. That just means you'll have to be the one who gives the cuddles." You laughed quietly, slipping his sweatshirt on before opening your arms towards him.

He leaned down, resting his head on your chest as he laid down. His arms slid around your waist, his eyes fluttering shut as you kissed his forehead.

Used to act reckless, then I met you. We both eatin' breakfast underneath the moon.

Kiara had told you this story countless times, she would tell you the story of how JJ used to steal from stores, used to sleep with girls all the time, used weed and alcohol as a coping mechanism, but everything stopped as soon as you stepped into the picture.

You didn't know he was doing those things until he admitted it to you the same night he opened up about his father. He wanted you to know how much of a positive impact you've made on him, and he appreciates you so much.

It all changed one night after you and JJ had spent the night at John B's. JJ was in the kitchen making pancakes at 3 in the morning. You hadn't gotten any sleep, so you got out of bed and sat yourself down on the counter. "Morning sunshine." He grinned at you, flipping the pancake in the air to catch it in the pan again. "Morning handsome. What's with the breakfast foods?" You asked, eyeing the raw batter.

"I got hungry!" He said, pouring yet another spoonful of batter onto the pan. "I mean… are you gonna need help eating those?" You shyly pointed to the stack of pancakes. "I made them just for you." He winked. He gathered the whip cream from the fridge and the syrup from the cabinet as the final one was cooking. An idea popped into your head. "I'll be right back!" You called out to him.

You went into the closet and pulled out the old Christmas lights from a box. You grabbed two pillows and a large blanket as well. You walked outside and set up the lights along the trees, turning them on to see the beautiful colored bulbs light up. You put the pillows on one of the hammocks, laying the blanket to the side.

You dragged a wooden table put from one of the corners of the backyard to the front of the hammock where the food could go. You scattered back inside and stopped him before he could go into the backyard. "Stop! Give me the food and stay right here." He hesitated before passing you everything you needed to complete the surprise.

Placing everything in its spot, you ran back inside, "okay I need you to trust me." You said before covering his eyes with your hands. You led him out the backyard and right towards the hammock. "And here!" You smiled, uncovering his eyes. He stood there in awe as he looked up to the lights and the cute decorations.

"How did you do this in the span of 3 minutes?" He asked, sitting down in the hammock, passing you a plate stacked with pancakes from the table. "I have my ways." You winked. JJ looked up from his spot, looking at the full moon that hovered above them. "Here's to eating breakfast underneath the moon." He raised his fork that had a chunk of pancake on it. You raised your, clinking the metal. "To eating breakfast underneath the moon."

People think we crazy from the stupid things we do. I love it when you're weird, 'cause I know I'm weird too.

You leaned back in your chair at the Wreck, Kie and Pope sitting at your sides, JJ and John be in front of you. "Kie, your father is a blessing." You complimented her father after he gave the group free food. The restaurant was empty since it was 10 p.m. only leaving the group and Kie's father. You stood up from your seat, collecting the plates and any garbage from their seats, helping clean up.

JJ got up from his spot, lifting his shirt up past his abs. "I have approximately 5 food babies in my stomach." Your cheeks flushed pink as you quickly looked away. "Y/N! Come here." You walked over to him, he watched as you, waiting for you to mimic him. You jokingly rolled your eyes before lifting your shirt up past your stomach. He reached his stomach forward to touch yours. "Our food babies will now become one." You said, ignoring the weird looks from your friends.

"What?" JJ asked, rolling his shirt back down. "You guys are fucking weird." Pope laughed. "You're just jealous you're not having a food baby with us." You flipped your hair over your shoulder, placing your hands on JJ's stomach. "We should get maternity pictures like this." JJ stood behind you with his hands on your stomach, his fingers forming a heart.

Yeah, that's just how we live, acting like some kids. Running with the bugs through the grass in the mist.

"Y/N I know we told John B we would go help him with the boat but can we PLEASE stop at this playground. There are no kids and it's been like 20 years since I've been on a playground." You chuckled at him, "JJ, first off you're 16, and yeah yeah I'm going!"

You parked in the lot, JJ jumping out of the car before you even stopped. You easily hopped out of the car, JJ grabbing your hand as you ran through the grass. The night before it thunder stormed, and it was 90° that day, causing a light miss to fill the air. You laughed loudly with him, finding your ways to the swingset. You sat on the swing as JJ stood behind and pushed you to get started.

You two had a bet on who could jump farther once you both had reached a high enough swing. "Ready? One, two, three!" You two jumped off the swing at the same time JJ landed just a few inches farther than you. "Ughhhhhh." You groaned, immediately stopping.

"There's a ladybug on your chest." You laughed, pointing to the small red insect. JJ carefully placed his hand near it, watching the delicate bug crawl onto his finger tips. You two watched it crawl on his hand before another one landed on your arm. You held your arm up to JJ's hand, the lady bugs getting together before flying off his hand. "That was the cutest thing ever."

Girl I'll give you everything, that's my final offer. I can be your knight, protect you from the monsters.

Your eyes snapped open at the sound of a ding coming from your phone. You opened the message to see it was from JJ.

Hi Y/N!!!! I'm not gonna lie, I'm extremely high right now, but I just wanted to get this off my chest because I've been wanting to say it FOREVER! I really fucking like you. I've liked you since the day I first met you and God, everyday with you is adventure within itself. you are my rock and I can't thank you enough for everything you've done for me. You have been by my side through so much and given me memories I'll never forget. I want to call you my girlfriend. I want to be able to show you off and call you my girl. I wanna give you everything I can. I'll be like, like your knight in shining armor. I'll protect you from bad guys and I'll kiss you whenever you want attention. I just want to be with you because I hate it when you're not with me. it just feels like something's missing and I hate it. Let me call you mine and I'll never say goodbye.

You beamed brightly as your eyes skimmed his text. Your thumb hovered over his contact before calling him. "JJ? Hey listen, I'm all yours."

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parkerpeter24 · 4 years

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best friends or more (part-3)

Pairing ➳ peter parker x reader

Warnings ➳ angst, fluff, feelings..?

Word count ➳ 2088 (I know, I know.)

Italics ➳ flashback

So, this is for @angelinathebook’s writing challenge and I hope you guys enjoy it even thought it’s crap. ❤

Series masterlist | Main masterlist

Peter couldn’t feel his legs anymore. For the past fifteen minutes, he had been chasing these smugglers who were selling illegal, alien weapons to the some robbers and thieves. He didn’t know much about it, but he knew that it was wrong and that he had to stop them because it was his responsibility.

He hadn’t picked up his phone in the middle of all the running and chasing making you and Ned all worried for him. After the third time, your call went to his voicemail, you sighed and slammed your phone into the kitchen counter.

“(Y/n), don’t worry, he’ll be okay,” Ned whispered in reassurance. You nodded your head, not sure if you believed him or not.

Peter had been careless, reckless and sometimes even stupid when it came to the lives of the people of his city, but he was never careless enough to leave like this without telling you, or anyone else.

You already disapproved of this “Spider-man plan” of the two boys. It was bad enough as it is that you were at this party and now that Peter had left, you found interest in MJ’s political views and her comments about some of her favourite books.

You spent some time with Liz and Betty, not really paying attention to whatever they were talking about. Almost an hour later when Peter still hadn’t returned, Flash started to make fun of him in front of all the people.

“Don’t forget to call me if he calls you.” Ned was leaving the party because the plan had gone downhill and now most of your class thought of you three as a loser, which they probably did before as well, so, whatever.

“That’s the first thing I’ll do.” You smiled thankfully as he walked back towards the streets that led to his house. It was way too early for you to want to go back home, plus you were enjoying the conversation with MJ so you went back inside.

Peter, on the other hand, wanted to prove that he could be trusted with new missions and dangerous situations when it came to the safety of the little guys. He sighed, tracing the path through which he chased the bad men. Suddenly his foot bumped with something, it wasn’t a rock. It was smoother, and it was glowing.

Peter picked it up and examined it, he had never seen anything like this. It was a purple coloured gem-like material and he could almost hear a soft buzz coming from it.

He tried to listen carefully, bringing his ear closer to the thing but before he could hear anything, a sharp tune, his ringtone, went off.

He looked at his phone to find out that Ned was calling him, “Hey, Ned. I’m on my way back to the party.”

“Where the hell have you been?” You crossed your arms over your chest staring into the eyes of none other than the masked hero of Queens.

“I was a little busy stopping a grand theft--”

“Of what, a bicycle?” You interrupted him with a question, raising an eyebrow at him as he landed fully on the fire escape.

“Whatever” Rolling his eyes, he stood beside you and wrapped an arm around your waist. You felt a little tingly where his arm rested but dare you to remove it, “I was looking forward to this.”

“You sure you won’t drop me on the way?” You hesitated for a moment, looking down at the distance between you and ground and what impact a fall from this high could cause.

“Well, it is my first time taking a person along on a swing purposefully.”

“What?!” Your eyes grew wide and you looked at his mask, scoffing, “I’m not going with you now!”

He laughed a little, making his grip a little firmer around your waist, “Come on! You gotta trust me.”

You shrugged, “How does It feel? Swinging around from building to building.”

“It’s kinda like Tarzan, only without the trees” He laughed.

Peter had heard much from Ned about what happened at that stupid party and his first instinct was to see if you were okay. But instead of calling you, he swung towards Liz’s house as fast as he possibly could.

You had left the house, politely denying MJ’s offer to drop you home but now that you were walking all alone in the streets of Queens, let me rephrase that, the dark, lonely and chilly streets of Queens you wished you had accepted that offer.

Hands clenched around your coat, you walked in the deadly silence. It was like the people had suddenly disappeared. Maybe you were exaggerating, but being there, at that moment, it scared you to your very soul.

There was something about Queens, something so eerily adaptive that made you rooted in the town. Peter too was one of the main reasons. He made you happy and you would stay forever if he wanted you to.

While you were lost in your thoughts someone tapped your shoulder making you flinch and turn around.

Peter gave you that cheeky smile, “Hello! I just saw you from afar and,” he pointed a thumb behind him and said before you could put words to your questioning thoughts, “You look stunning!” You laughed, looking away to hide the fact that you were blushing, “Care if I join you?”

“Please do.” You nodded, walking further. He walked beside you as silence settled between the two of you before you decided to ask, “What happened to you? You never showed up to the party as Spider-man…”

He casually shrugged it off like it was no big deal and gave you a tight-lipped smile before saying, “I-I just couldn’t do it.” You smiled at your friend giving him a pat on the back.

“Well, I’m proud of you for trying.”

The weekend passed in a blink and it was time to face school again. You made your way towards your lockers first thing, but you couldn't find Peter waiting for you like he usually did if he came in early. You didn’t mind it though, moving for your first class of the day.

The first time you saw Peter that day was in Mr Turner’s class. He was hitting something kept on the table and soon Ned joined him. That day he hadn’t even acknowledged you standing in the far right corner near the window.

There were no signs of Peter and Ned at lunch as well but you were glad to be accompanied by MJ. But what you were not glad to know of was that Peter wasn’t going to DC this year for Decathlon.

You knew exactly why he did that, but it would’ve been nice if he just told you about it.

You left the school canteen earlier than usual because you weren’t feeling that hungry today and made your way towards the library but you were stopped in the way, seeing Peter and Ned hiding behind the lockers.

You were so confused as to what was going on. Peter left Ned alone as you watched him disappear behind the corner that led to the storage room. He ran back to Ned after some time and they started whispering something to each other. What kind of conspiracy was going on without you?!

Finally, you got the chance to confront him after school as he stood beside the gates, “I heard you’ve left Decathlon?”

He turned around with wide eyes, “Oh, uh- I just, it’s because of the--”

“I know why! But why didn’t you tell me earlier? I had to find out from MJ!” You complained. Peter squinted his eyes on you.

“W-why are you acting like that?”

“Acting like what? I just want to know what is up with you!” Usually, you wouldn’t raise your voice at him but it seemed like he was distracted. He wasn’t even looking at you, just staring in any random direction.

“Look, (Y/n), I-I gotta go. We can talk about this later?” He uttered, not even waiting for your reply, and ran off.

You huffed. Was there something still left to talk about?

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Peter was really happy to see you at his doorstep. He was looking for a chance to apologize to you anyway and now that you were here he invited you in gently rubbing the back of his neck.

It was 12 a.m. but it wasn't unusual for both of you to see each other at such a late hour. You always kept your window open for him and he was always ready to answer the door and welcome you with open arms.

but the expression on your face, that he caught as soon as the lights turned on, said that you were not happy or even sad. It seemed as if you were still mad. And you were! The question started nagging you and you needed answers.

Why didn't he tell you that he liked Liz, or about that glowy thing, or even about quitting decathlon? He was hiding something from you and you didn't like it. You felt like he couldn't trust you with his secrets anymore.

There was never any place for secrets between the two of you. There never had been. You told him everything but now was different. He was definitely hiding something from you.

You made your way inside his apartment, “What is it that you’re not telling me?”

“What?” He asked, genuinely confused.

Peter was just trying to protect you from the crazy things going on in his life, but he never considered that he would hurt you in doing so.

“You are hiding something from me! What is it?” You demanded, crossing your arms over your chest. Peter shrugged, going to sit at the edge of the couch.

“I’m not hiding anything from you.” You scoffed loudly hearing that response from him.

“Oh, really?” It made you so mad that Peter, not only your crush but your best friend, didn’t trust you enough. You just felt left out, “Pete, I feel like we’re not even friends anymore! You’ve been acting so different since that party.” You cried, throwing your hands in the air, “I saw you in the hallway today, hiding behind the lockers with Ned. Seriously, what are you hiding?!”

Peter stared at you with frowned eyebrows, “But (Y/n), I told you already that I’m not hiding anything.”

“Then tell me what happened on the night of Liz’s party. Why didn’t you show up?”

He sighed, accepting the fact that it was impossible to hide something from you. He made you sit on the couch as he explained what went down that night and that he was hiding behind the lockers from the bad guys. He told you how he found the glowy thing and that he was trying to find out what exactly it was.

You were shocked, to say the least, and angry. How could he be so careless, “Oh god, Peter you’re so stupid!” You said as tears pooled in your eyes, “You could’ve been killed!”

“I know that!” He huffed out somewhat frustrated, “I just wanted to prove that I’m worth more than what Mr Stark thinks. He just keeps treating me like some kid who has no idea what he’s up to, but (Y/n), I know what I’m doing okay? I have it all planned out!” His voice quivered as he let out the last sentence. You felt your heart clench at the sight of him. You loved Peter, maybe a little too much, and you wanted to tell him that he didn’t need to prove his worth to anyone. And that’s exactly what you did.

You walked over to where he was standing with his arms crossed over his chest and placed your hands on either side of his face. You looked deep into his brown, familiar eyes, “Hey, you’re worth everything, okay?” You smiled through the tears, “And you don’t need to prove it to anyone”

He looked at you and whispered with a soft smile, “Thank you.”

“Don’t get used to it though.” You chuckled softly, wiping the tears from his cheek. “It was stupid what you did back on Friday night.”

“I know. Totally stupid.”

You both laughed awkwardly looking into each other’s eyes when you realised that your hands were still firm on his cheek and the proximity between you has increased at an alarming rate.

And the next thing you know, his lips were on yours.

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tartaghetti · 4 years

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stronger than you | strong! fem! reader hcs

you are a 2nd year manager of karasuno and here are hcs on how noya, tanaka, and ennoshita react to you being physically stronger than you seem

☆ nishinoya yuu

you, along with yachi, were introduced by kiyoko as new managers for the club. you've been in the club for quite some time now and you're well acquainted with everyone now

especiall noya since the both of you are in the same year (and he's very excited about how they have a manager who's in the same year as him)

noya is just an energetic and spontaneous ball

he'll go to your classroom and shout your name so you could go to the clubroom together

you would find it very endearing if it weren't for the knowing looks your friends would give you whenever noya came by

OKAY SO

you joined in your 2nd year after leaving the martial arts club

why'd you leave? you weren't too keen on the suffocating competitive atmosphere in the club

the club president wasn't very good in keeping everyone organised

the club was overall just a mess and you didn't want to get involved in any more problems

while everyone's cleaning up, hinata and kageyama snuck to the court a bit a do extra spiking drills

you heard them bickering but you didn't actually expect they'd do anymore drills

but at this point, you weren't surprised anymore

this time, hinata went a bit all out and the ball came flying towards an unsuspecting noya who was drinking what's left of his water bottle

fortunately, you were nearby

you immediately drop whatever you were holding (which were brooms) and immediately go in front of noya, fixing your stance (like how you would during a hand to hand spar)

you use your arm and hover it steadily in front of your face where the ball was going towards

you successfully stop the ball, which you grab from the floor

you're unaware of the stares from the other people in the gym

"hinata! kageyama! be careful! you could have hurt someone!" you lecture the first years, to which they immediately apologize for (after they've completely processed what you just did)

you turn around and look at noya, who's just looking at you in awe

"noya-san? you okay there?" you wave your hand in front of him, where he finally responds by blinking

he finally processes everything, he's confused, he's blushing, he's staring at you in awe because a girl saved him?? a v v pretty girl saved him from a ball that could've hit his head??

he's just shocked, my dood

for the first time, he's at a loss for words

"earth to noya-san?"

he finally speaks

"[y/n]-san... that... that was so aWESOME! you're... i guess you were stronger than i had initially thought, y'know? thanks for saving my head there! you're so cool, [y/n]-san!"

you're blushing now too

sure, you've been called cool by other people, but it seems that when noya says it, it just feels so different

"thank you, noya-san..."

the next few days, he'll just bother you about where you got so strong and when he learns that you know martial arts, he just WANTS you to teach him some self-defense

he was already attracted to you when you joined the club as a manager

now he learns that you're actually physically stronger than you seem??

bro, he's infatuated

wait no, scratch that

he's head over heels for you

expect a lot of compliments from him

also expect a lot of, "[y/n], do you think you can carry me?"

"for the last time, noya, i am NOT carrying you"

☆ tanaka ryuunosuke

you already knew tanaka, during your 1st year, even before joining the karasuno volleyball club because of ennoshita

but you've only met with him once or twice on the rare occasions where you'd do a group project with ennoshita

you joined the volleyball club in your 2nd year as a manager for the boy's team when the club that you were previously in had disbanded due to lack of members

to everyone's surprise, tanaka recognizes you the moment you enter the gym

you quickly become well acquainted with everyone

it's been like 3 months since you've joined the club and you're comfortable with walking home with everyone

especially with tanaka since coincidentally, you live in the same neighborhood as him

this one particular day, tanaka says he'd forgotten his textbook in coach ukai's shop while you were already walking home with him

you guys weren't that far from his shop but you were already tired enough to go back with him

you let him go and retrieve his textbook, assuring that you'll be fine on your own

he runs back to the shop and you lean onto a pole nearby, waiting patiently for him

that's when two creepy men approach you and begin small talk, getting into your personal space too many times

they crossed the line when one of them tried to lift up your skirt, the other one pinning you onto the wall

before they could do anything else, you immediately go under his arm and out while it was still a bit loose and you immediately strike your hand on his nape, earning a pained groan from the man

the other one hesitated to attack you but he did, trying to punch you, but you immediately dodge, making him stumble and fall

using whatever strength you had left, with your adrenaline helping, you lift the other and drop him onto his companion, earning groans from the two of them

the moment tanaka comes back, he's immediately in front of you, in a very defensive stance, barking at the strangers

he doesn't look at you as he grabs your arms, pulling you close to him as you continue walking home

finally, he looks at you and notices the state that you are in

your blazer's unbuttoned, the blouse underneath lost the top button, your clothes are creased and your hair is just everywhere

you're sweating, still not recovering from the adrenaline rush from earlier

lowkey you look attractive rn

"[y/n]! are you okay?! are you hurt?! the hell happened back there?! did those guys try to touch you?!"

"tanaka, chill, i'm fine. just some random dudes trying to get touchy with me. nothing i can't handle"

he's relieved that you're okay and he makes sure you get home safely (ohoho what a gentleman) and once he gets everything in his head, he's in love

i mean, who wouldn't be attracted to a girl who just DESTROYED two men trying to touch her

the next day when you greet him, he's all blushy and scared because you might beat his ass if you felt like it

he later learns that you were taught self-defense at an early age and continued training up until now

tanaka will stare at you whenever you're talking with someone, hoping you wouldn't notice, but boy's just too obvious about his infatuation

the whole team probably knows his crush on you without him confirming it

☆ ennoshita chikara

you joined the volleyball club shortly after transferring to karasuno in your 2nd year

you're classmates with ennoshita, so you were relieved that you knew someone in the team

you quickly became friends with everyone on the team a few days later due to them being very friendly and kiyoko never leaving you confused during practice

once you're comfortable enough with them, you've shown your very playful side

leading you, along with noya and tanaka, to get some lectures from ennoshita

you were never one to actually do dumb things, but you always encouraged them to do the dumb thing

"im not a bad influence i swear" turns into "lmao yea, you should totally give that snake a pat"

even though you seem playful, you're still very reliable when the situation calls for it

you stopped a good amount of class fights and bickering to avoid it elevating to a physical fight

you've also stopped hinata and kageyama's bickering a few times

of course, ennoshita's noticed this and has developed an admiration to you

he didn't notice the thin line between admiration and infatuation

he finds himself staring at you a lot during practice now, always denying that he had a crush on you and just convinced himself that "i just respect her a lot"

it's currently the last day of the tokyo summer training camp, and you're helping out unloading a few more stuff that they bought

you're carrying two fairly heavy coolers, both of which are filled with refreshments

ennoshita sees you and sprints up to you, offering to help

"oh, there's no need ennoshita-kun, go ahead and eat, you should enjoy yourself"

there it is, that very sweet consideration that sends ennoshita's heart flying

"don't worry [y/n], i want to help you"

you smile and take up his offer, giving him one of the coolers

he almost droos the cooler from how heavy it was

he initially thought it wasn't at all heavy since you didn't at all look like you were having a hard time, he underestimated the weight of the cooler

you look at him in worry but then you burst into a fit of laughter, earning some attention your way

ennoshita was embarrassed as he tried to tell you to stop laughing at him

"sorry ennoshita-kun, but that was the reason i didn't want you to carry it, come on, give that back to me"

he stares at you for a bit, still not over the shock of learning how strong you actually are

you wave your hand in front of his face and he comes back to reality

"no, no, i can carry this, your shoulders might get sore, [y/n]"

AWWWW HE'S CONCERNEDD

while the both of you walk, you tell him about how you underwent some intense (somewhat unnecessary) training during middle school as you were part of the track & field club

once you deemed that the training was far too much and your body couldn't take it anymore so you quit when you went into high school

the reason you transferred was because your mom landed a job as a teacher for karasuno high

he's in awe about... just about everything about you

it's honestly not hard for him to fall for you at this point

he'll listen to you the rest of the day, wanting to get to know you more and more

when someone goes to help you carry something particularly heavy, he anticipates for their reaction over you being stronger than they are

he just loves you at this point, really

i hope i depicted them properly TwT

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generallybarzy · 4 years

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did you miss me? 🖤 mat barzal

Part 2 ~6,700 words

Finished this at midnight and spent the last 50 minutes just trying to get it to upload properly! I’m sorry if there are spelling errors in it but its 1am and I’m just so excited to post it. I’m so so so sorry for how long this got oh my god. I kind of should have split it into 3 parts but I just wanted to get it all out. I think I’m happy with it, which doesn’t happen with a lot of long stuff I used to write. @matbaezal I tagged you in the first part so here you go again bb :) Hope you all like it!

Summary: After coming back into Mat’s arms after six months apart, it’s time for a cute, lovey-dovey reunion. You reveal some uncertainties you have about the relationship, and it sparks a heartfelt talk about feelings and the future of your relationship. Mat has been itching to tell you something for months now. Warning: there’s some smut at the end ;)

“I’m so happy you’re finally back.”

“I’m so happy to be back.” Mat couldn’t keep the smile off his face, and when you looked up at him the same unrestrained happiness he had, it only made him smile harder. This is her. This is the girl I love.

The way back from the airport had been a blur, with emotions still high and clouding your minds. You’re back you’re back you’re back. You couldn’t stay off of each other, your thumb was tracing circles into his hand over the console of the car, and you didn’t let go until it was time to get out. Mat had never felt happier than he did at this moment. He was sure that if they had been in the car for one more minute, he wouldn’t have been able to focus on the road anymore, not with this little beauty sitting next to him. Finally, finally, you were home with him. He couldn’t help but let his eyes drift down to you as you walked hand in hand down the hall towards his apartment. There was something different about you ever since you got back from your trip. The way you held yourself- whereas the girl he knew before had stressed over what she was going to do in her life, it looked like you finally found your purpose. There was a look in your eyes that was like you understood- you had seen poverty, injustice, suffering, and it left you feeling 100% more grateful for everything you had. You’d come back to him with little bits and pieces of your experience sticking onto you. He wasn’t upset about it, he didn’t want to change it at all- it just made you seem even more beautiful to him.

He could see how giddy you were, walking faster and pulling him along as his door came into view, and he squeezed your hand with a laugh. “Here we are, babe. Welcome back.”

“God, I’ve missed this place so much.” It felt so empty without you here. Mat wanted to say something as he watched you gaze around his apartment, but he held his tongue. This wasn’t your home yet, you had your own apartment that you probably missed more. “I’m sorry for putting such a long pause on our relationship, Mat.” With your bag of essentials- all that you would need for one night at his place- slung over his shoulder, Mat closed the door and put his hands on your hips.

“Don’t apologize for this. You enjoyed it, and I’m happy for you. I’d wait however long you need. Okay?” I love you, he wanted to say it. He really wanted to say it. “I really like you, don’t forget that.”

“Okay.” He smiled down at you until you finally smiled back. “I really like you too.”

“Good.” He punctuated it with a kiss to your nose, knowing you loved it when he did that. “Do you want something to eat? I’m sure the airplane food wasn’t that great.” He watched, amused, as you thought it over for a moment, shrugging and making those cute facial expressions that he had missed so dearly.

“Nah. I’ll eat tomorrow.” You leaned into him again and wrapped your arms around his waist, grabbing at the back of his hoodie and tugging him closer to you. “I just want to get showered and cuddle you.” He hummed with a small smile and bent down so that his forehead rested against yours, not breaking eye contact- the intensity of his gaze burned through you. Slightly breathless and maybe a little bit shy at this simple, innocent move, you added: “Come with me?” Mat smiled and pressed a kiss to your jaw, voice dropping in volume to whisper against your skin.

“Don’t have to ask me twice.”

In seconds, he was pulling you by the hand across the span of his apartment and towards his bathroom, slipping out of his shoes on the way and leaving them in the middle of the room. “Woah, slow down there cowboy.” You laughed at his antics as he set your bag down on the counter and quickly began to strip out of his hoodie. Wow, it really had been six months since you last saw him like this, hadn’t it? Well, save for those times when Mat was particularly missing you and wanted to get a little bit seductive over FaceTime or other video messaging you’d tried out. But with your crappy WiFi connection that kept cutting out, it really wasn’t easy to find it sexy.

“You look a little shocked. Miss seeing this?” You flushed in the warm heat of the bathroom and met his sparkling gaze and cocky grin. There was already steam rising behind the glass shower door.

“Sorry, I was just…” You waved it off and wrapped your arms around him, sliding your hands up and down his bare shoulders. “This is all still new. It’s been a while, huh?” He pulled you up to his lips and kissed you, much more passionately than he could have at the airport. He pulled back after a moment with a pleased hum and you giggled at him. “We’re wasting water...”

“Yeah. Well, if we’re taking a shower, you might need to be wearing a lot less clothes.” He smiled against your lips and pulled your hoodie over your head. You shimmied out of your pants, peeled off your socks and looked up at him as he did the same, feeling a little bit shy under his gaze after six months apart. It shouldn’t be nerve-racking, you’ve been naked in front of him before. Just, never like this.

“You first.” You motioned to his boxers.

He smirked, putting on a teasing face as he stripped down without any hesitance. A flush rose up to your cheeks just at seeing him naked again after all this time. There were some things that just didn't translate through the phone screen. He… really was something- you’d never get used to how good he looks. “Your turn.” Your breath caught in your throat as he closed the space between your bodies, fingers tracing the edge of the bralette you had on. He watched you with soft eyes, waiting for your permission. You could only nod as he unhooked it and let it fall to the floor. After laying two kisses on your chest and mumbling compliments that you didn’t catch, he knelt down and hooked his fingers in your underwear, and you kind of regretted choosing comfort over sexiness today. But the regret immediately simmered away when he looked up with intense, adoring eyes and his cheeky smile as he dragged the fabric down your legs, leaving kisses the whole way down your thighs.

"Mat, we really should get in." Your voice was barely above a whisper.

“Yeah.” Still, he didn’t make a move to get in the shower. He stood and pulled you flush against him, sighing into the feeling of your bodies, finally skin to skin after six months. God, your skin was so smooth. You were so warm, so soft. His hair tickled your skin as he dipped his face down to kiss at your neck, breathing in the familiar scent of your sweet perfume.

“Mat, really. Shower.” In one quick move, he scooped you up into his arms, laughing at the startled little noise you made. Being this close to him, you could feel the laugh rumble through his chest as he stepped into the shower.

Before you could properly get under the water, Mat had you up against the wall, hands gripping your thighs, kissing you feverishly. Your hands slid up from where they were resting on his chest to curl around his wet shoulders and up the back of his neck. Your fingers tangled in his hair, gripping softly and tugging his face away from yours. “Mat, Jesus.” You dropped your forehead onto his shoulder and laughed. “I wanna do this, just… we should actually shower first.”

“Yeah, sorry. I just can’t help it. You’re so… fucking amazing.” He left a little kiss on your head, laughing with you. And just like that, Mat was back to being soft and sweet. He let you down onto your own feet and pulled you under the water with him. God, he looked better than every other man you’ve ever seen. You felt things with Mat that you never thought you’d ever feel in your life. Things you didn’t even know how to put into words.

Mat, on the other hand, loved you. He knew he loved you. He loved you, he loved you, he loved you, and fuck, he didn’t know how to tell you.

He looked down at you, watching the water and sweet-smelling foamy body wash slide across your soft skin. God, just as he thought that you couldn’t get any better, that he couldn’t fall even more in love with you, you go and look like this. You looked up at him with those pretty eyes and slid your hands up his torso and chest, leaving behind foamy trails of soap. Mat had to hold back a smile as you leaned up for a sweet kiss, but then you booped his nose, leaving behind a dollop of foam, and that’s what did it for him. Right there in the shower, in what was supposed to be an intimate moment, he was bending over in loud, ugly laughter just because you were just too cute.

You were really gonna be the death of him.

He was really gonna be the death of you.

How can one man go around looking that hot and literally being naked in front of you while being so sweet and soft and then laughing like that? You could never not laugh when he’s laughing. His laugh is infectious, that was just one of the many things you loved about him. Like the way he always made you feel like the most beautiful person in the room, in the world. The way he was just so dedicated to you, willing to go long distance for a whole six months even though he knew it would be hard on both of you. The way he was still here after all of that. The way he was the perfect mix of sexy and cute at this moment.

The rest of the shower passed fairly quickly, cute and sweet, with both of you washing each other’s hair and giggling and kissing each other under the water. You smiled and whispered to Mat how hot he looked with his hair all wet and slicked back and he returned the compliment, booping your nose and causing the two of you to fall into yet another fit of giggles. You felt like it was a good reunion after all the time you’d lost- this was closer than you’d been to Mat in all the time you’d been dating. You couldn’t help but let your mind wander as you sat up on the bathroom sink wearing Mat’s hoodie and waiting for Mat to finish brushing his teeth.

Before your trip, your relationship with Mathew was still young, only 4 months in. Sure, plenty of people would have been having sex frequently by that point, but you had been taking it really slow and steady, at first because of your nerves, and then because you could never find the right time. When you first started dating in August, there were still two months left before the season started up, but time flew by too fast and you couldn’t get over your stupid first-time nerves. And then, in the following two months of your relationship after the season started, Mat had been getting busier and busier, so by the time you’d left in December, the most you’d done with Mat was a lot of naked making out and a bit of softcore touching each other. Then you were gone. And now the season was over- it was June. You had missed so much. You missed everything you should have been there for, you missed the moment he found out he was going to the All-Star game and you didn’t even get to watch him win the fastest skater competition or talk to him on FaceTime until days later. And all the holidays. And his birthday for fuck’s sake.

“Baby?” You looked up at him, wondering how long he’d been trying to get your attention. “You okay? You’ve kinda been staring off into space.” You just shook your head, opening your arms in a silent plea for him to carry you to bed.

“Let’s cuddle.” He complied with one quick kiss and carried you to his bed, dropping you into the pillows and climbing in next to you in only a pair of gray sweatpants, spooning you like he used to- one arm under your head and one leg thrown over yours and pulling you closer.

“You’ve gotta tell me everything about your trip. It must have been so cool.”

“No.” The bluntness and change in tone of your statement startled him a bit. Every time he called you during your trip, you seemed overjoyed to be there, no matter how much you missed him.

“What?”

“I mean, I did enjoy it, yeah. But I just…” Mat leaned into you and pushed aside your damp hair to lay a few comforting kisses on your neck before turning you over in his arms so that he could see your face. You gave him a sad smile as you were met with his soft eyes pleading for an answer.

“What’s up?”

“I just feel really bad for enjoying my time there.”

“Why?”

“Because I was away from you.” Before Mat could interject that it was fine because you still got to FaceTime and text while getting the opportunity to do something great, you continued. “Mathew, I missed everything. The whole season. Hockey is literally the biggest part of your life and I wasn’t even there to experience the season with you. I couldn’t be there to comfort you or celebrate with you after games. I didn’t even get to see your All-Star game! I missed all the big, important things that you’re supposed to do with your significant other! Christmas, kissing in Times Square on New Year’s, Valentine’s Day, your birthday. Mat, I’m a really lame excuse for a girlfriend.”

“Baby, don’t-”

“You should really consider getting a new girl-”

“(Y/N), shut up.” You froze, hearing his serious tone come out. He sat up in bed, pulling away from you and looking at you with a look that made you feel ten times worse than you had. “Don’t say another word until I’m done talking. Stop trying to get me to break up with you.”

“But-”

“Hush.” He pointed a finger at you and booped your nose, making you both smile. He leaned down to wipe away the tears you hadn’t even noticed had fallen and took your hand- all tension from the serious talk you were having dissolved immediately. “Seriously. You are more amazing than you give yourself credit for. Remember when you called me on Christmas Eve to congratulate me because you read the All-Star roster as soon as you could? And that long text on Christmas day about how happy you were for me and listing out all the things that you like about me?” His voice dropped to an intimate whisper, eyebrows quirking up. “Remember our call on New Year’s?” You did. He’d called you when it was midnight for you and 5 pm in New York, you celebrated the New Year together and kissed through the screen, and then you called back after sleeping because 7 am for you was midnight for him. You had kissed Mat through the screen at midnight twice.

“You were there for me. Even when you were thousands of miles away. And I know that around the time the All-Star game was happening, you were really busy, but you still made time to text me as soon as you could get a hold of any type of news about it.” You remembered crying on the night you knew the game was being held, having been in a place with no WiFi and feeling helpless with no easy means of contacting him. You knew he was playing, competing in skill competitions, but you had no idea what was happening. You never liked not knowing what was happening. “Listen, babe, I know you’re upset about enjoying your trip because you think I’m upset about it, but I’m not. I’m actually glad we had to go long distance for a little.”

“You’re glad?” After that whole reassuring speech, you didn’t know what to feel.

“Yeah. First of all, you got to do amazing things, and I’m so overjoyed that you’re gonna get your dream career. And it also gave me time to figure out some… feelings.”

“What do you mean?” He can’t be breaking up with me. Not after that whole speech. He wouldn’t he wouldn’t he wouldn’t.

“Answer one question for me first.” He smiled and leaned down to rest his head against your stomach. “Did you fall in love with anybody better than me while you were saving the world out there?”

“What? Of course not.”

“Well, I did.” He looked up at you and watched with intense hazel eyes as the gears began turning in your head. The worry turned to confusion, turned to realization and then to joy. “I fell in love with someone," he spoke through a laugh as you lit up with a smile and wiggled around to sit up, "Someone who is so, so much better than me and deserves everything in the world, but they just don’t see it sometimes.” Tears started flowing down your cheeks as you tackled him into a hug and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Me?"

Mat laughed. "Uh, yeah! Who else?" You hastily wiped the tears off of your cheeks and grabbed his face between your hands, pulling him into you and meeting him halfway to let your feelings do the rest. It felt different from every other kiss you’d ever had. The butterflies that always erupted in your stomach when Mat kissed you were working double now, you felt giddy, excited, as if this was the first and thousandth time you’d kissed him all rolled into one. Your hands curled over his shoulders to thread your fingers through his hair as he pulled you into his lap and broke his lips off of yours for a moment, mumbling into your mouth with a smile. “I love you, (Y/N). I think I have since the beginning.” His hand found yours and he laced your fingers together. His hand was hot, almost clammy as he squeezed yours. “Baby, you make me so nervous, and you know that I don’t get nervous.” He laughed a little bit. You had really changed him, hadn’t you? “You’re just so perfect, and I don’t want to mess anything up with you. And I hope I didn’t mess it up now, but I just- I had to tell you. I love you.” He pulled back with a toothy grin and watched you again with those beautiful, nervous eyes. After a few seconds, he bit his lip in anticipation. “Say something?”

“Mat...” Your fingers massaged the back of his neck and you dropped your head down to rest on his shoulder, laughing and sobbing. “Mat, Mat, Mat, I love you so much.”

You could feel him let out a deep sigh and a breathy laugh. “Good. Heh, oh fuck, good. I don’t know what I would’ve done if-” You cut him off with another kiss, smiling and teary.

“I love you.” You held both of his hands in yours and peppered his chest with little kisses. “I love you.” You laughed, still getting used to the words, and found his eyes again, and the look in them showed you much more than either of you could ever say out loud. You were pretty sure you even saw a few tears. “This is crazy. I never thought I’d have someone like you.” You were sobbing into your kiss, cheeks hurting from smiling too much, too hard, arms wrapped around Mat and pulling him against you.

“Hey, shhh, baby.” Even though he knew you were happy, he didn’t like seeing you crying. He smiled at you again, of course, because if there was one thing he knew about you, you couldn’t not smile with him. “Listen to me. Everything that happened in the last 10 months, whether we were together or apart, good times or hard times, it was all so fucking worth it. I love you.” Fuck, it felt good to be able to tell you that without the unfamiliar pit of anxiety in his stomach.

“It was worth it.” Suddenly, any of the anxiety you had around the idea of having sex with him faded. This man loved you. And, not to mention, the lights of the city that were shining through the window and reflecting on his skin made him look so irresistible. You could feel his heart beating through his chest, pounding against your own. “Mat… I wanna… do it.” You looked up and watched him get the hint, letting out a short laugh at your phrasing.

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I’m ready. I trust you.”

His lips quirked up into a crooked smirk after a moment. “I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too.” His contagious smile rubbed off on you. It felt so good to finally say it.

“Good.” Mat caught your lips and untangled his hands from yours and put them on your thighs to guide you onto your back as he laid you out on his bed. “Tell me what you need, babe,” he mumbled against your lips. “Tell me if it gets to be too much.” The kiss became more and more heated as his hands trailed up from your thighs to your hips to your waist, burning all the way and pushing at your hoodie. His fingers trailed along the waistband of your underwear for only a moment before they danced up your ribs and squeezed your waist. His mouth fell away from yours and he cast you one heated look before dropping his head and pushing aside the neckline of the hoodie to press wet kisses all along your throat. As he started nibbling at the sensitive skin of your neck, his hot breath hit your ear. “Can I leave a mark?”

“Please.” You didn’t realize how desperate you were becoming, but Mat was just so hot. You felt him breathe out a small laugh at your neediness and begin to lick and nibble and suck on your flesh. The way you were grabbing at his hair, at his back, the way your legs had wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer, just incited him to continue. Your moans were music to his ears and, though he was gonna drag this out nice and slow for you, he could’ve jumped you right there. Leaving a final kiss on the little bruises that were already forming, he leaned back and pulled you up with him so you were both on your knees.

“As cute as you look in my clothes,” he smiled and tugged at the hoodie that was swallowing your form. “Can I take this off?” You nodded, honestly just focused on how good your boyfriend looked kneeling on the bed shirtless, those sweatpants riding so low on his hips, but your silent response wasn’t enough for him. “Use your words, babe.”

“Sorry, I’m just…”

“Virgin nerves, huh?” You laughed. He was using the phrase you had joked about to him seven months ago.

“Yeah.” You bit your lip, looking up at him. “Please take it off.”

“There we go.” He smiled and pulled you out of his hoodie, tossing it over to the floor and holding both of your hands so you couldn't cover yourself, covering your chest in kisses and nibbles. “Be vocal with me tonight, babe.” His mouth was hot moving across your skin. “I want to know what you like. Don’t hold back any of the noises” You nodded and practically climbed onto him until you were chest to chest, straddling his thigh, and he dipped his head down to suck and nibble on your chest. “Oh, look who's getting confident now.” He smirked as you moved against him softly, just needing to feel any type of friction. He could feel the heat, the moisture, the need radiating off of you and onto his thigh through his sweatpants. God, it was so hot seeing you so needy. “Tell me what you want, babe.”

“Mat, I want you to touch me.”

“Mhmm.” He laid you back again and palmed at you through the now damp cotton, kissing you one last time before scooting down the bed, kissing your torso the whole way down, and finally bringing his face level with your heat. You propped yourself up with pillows so you could watch him, and immediately he caught your gaze, smirking and sending a whole new shock of pleasure straight to your core. Before you could process what was happening, you were naked and his hot breath was coating you. “Anyone ever done this to you?”

With his eyes on you like that, you could barely choke out a response. “Never.”

“Fuck. So I’m the only one.” He hooked one of your legs over his shoulders and pulled you closer to his face, kissing the soft flesh of your inner thigh. “You’re gonna love it.” And then his tongue was on you, soft and wet and hot and lapping at you as if he hadn’t eaten in days.

“Maaat, God…” you couldn’t help the moan that escaped you, and you could feel him smirking against your slick. You were sure your face was bright red, it sure felt like it was, it felt like your whole body was on fire. “Mat…” You could only breathe out his name and twist your hands through his hair and curl your toes as he focused all his attention- lips, tongue, fingers on that one small, special spot, kissing and sucking and nibbling and flicking at you over and over and over and over. You weren’t sure how long he was down there, or how long you had been yanking at his thick hair before you felt a numbing heat flood through your lower body. Holy shit. This is it... “Mat, Mat-!” You choked out his name as your legs shook and tightened around his head and he coaxed you through your orgasm with his mouth.

“Shit, babe.” He pulled off for a moment and leaned his face against your thigh, mouth wet and shiny. “Didn’t know you're into pulling hair.” Coming down from your high with deep, shaking breaths, you looked down at the dark mess you had left his hair in and removed your hands sheepishly. How hard had you pulled?

“I’m sorry.” Mat laughed, low and deep and rumbling now, and kissed the inside of your still trembling thigh.

“Fuck, don’t apologize for that. That was hot as hell.” He brought his fingers up to dip at your entrance, eagerly putting his mouth right back for round two. You whined at the new sensation of his long fingers inside of you and, being even more sensitive than before, you knew you’d fall apart quicker this time. While one of his hands was busy curling its fingers inside of you, making you writhe and squirm around him, the other reached up and pulled one of your hands from his hair, lacing his fingers through yours and holding your hand through your next orgasm. You were pulling at his hair so hard that you were sure he was uncomfortable, but you couldn’t help it, as the heat began to curl through you for a second time that night.

Before you could let yourself go, Mathew pulled back and climbed back up your body. “Maaat, please-”

“I know babe, just trust me here, alright? I need some release too.” His hands fell to his own hips and you took the moment to notice just how obviously hard he had gotten, as the sweatpants didn’t leave much to your imagination. In a quick move, his sweatpants were gone and he was laying on his side facing you and wow, huh, that got a lot bigger than it was earlier. ‘Of course it did, you idiot’, you thought to yourself. Mat brought your hand, encased in his, over to his side, and you sucked in a breath at being that close to him. “You wanna try this?”

“I don’t know how good I’ll be.”

“I’ll help you.” You could see in his eyes how much he needed you to touch him, and your stomach did a few flips at the thought of how you could make him feel.

“Okay.” You reached out, but Mat stopped you with a smile.

“I appreciate the enthusiasm, but it’ll feel better if there’s some, ah, moisture.”

“So should I... use my mouth?” He let out a noise that was something between a laugh and a moan, but shit it was hot.

“We’ll try that later. Right now you can just wet your hand.” You brought your hand to your mouth and licked it, feeling Mat’s eyes burn through you, his fingers tracing circles into your thigh. You grazed your hand against him, softly and hesitantly, not knowing how it would feel to him. You curled your fingers around his length, frankly kinda flustered at his size, and it must have felt good, considering the quiet “...fuck.” that escaped his lips. His hand encased yours, guiding you along as you stroked up and down slowly. Fuck, Mat knew he wouldn’t be able to last long. “C’mon baby, you’re doing so good. Ohhh, fuck.” As you found your own pace tugging on him and pulling little moans and whines out of him, his hand left yours to return to its rightful place between your thighs.

So you lay there next to each other, stroking and tugging at each other, your hot breath mingling in the air between you, both whimpering and moaning, eyes glued to each other until you were both shaking in anticipation. You rubbed your hand over the blunt, slick head and squeezed and Mat’s whole body jerked into you as he bit his lip to hold back a groan. As hot as it was, you wanted to hear him as much as he wanted to hear you. “What happened to being vocal?” You teased with a shaky voice.

“Fuck, that felt so good.” You continued to focus your attention on the tip, and this time he didn’t hold back the moan. His moans, along with his trembling fingers flicking at your nerves was enough to make you see stars, and your hand stuttered around him as you shook with intensity. “Babe,” You could hear Mat speaking in disbelief through your dizzying orgasm, “You came just at hearing me moan?”

“It was really hot.” You mumbled against his lips as he pulled you in.

“Fucking right it was. I’m glad you’re enjoying this.”

“There isn’t a word for how much I’m enjoying this.” Mat turned onto his other side and pulled a condom from a drawer in his bedside table, before rolling over to kneel in front of you, a stark reminder of what was coming next. “Maybe love. Yeah, that describes this pretty good.”

“Yeah. Love.” Mat leaned into you and gathered you into his arms, kissing you softly and situating himself between your thighs. “You ready?”

“I guess.” He noticed your hesitation and laced your fingers back together, resting his forehead against yours and murmuring.

“Tell me what you want.” You waited a few moments, leaning up to kiss him and taking a deep breath to steady yourself.

“Mathew Barzal, I love you and I want you inside me.” He bit back a smile.

“Tell me to stop if it hurts too much, okay? I know I’m pretty big.”

You laughed with him at his cockiness, his confidence, and smacked his shoulder lightheartedly. “Okay.” And then you could feel his hand on your hip, positioning you, you could feel him pushing against you, pushing into you, slowly, slowly, filling you up inch by inch, and no matter how uncomfortable it was, the pleasure outweighed the pain. For a little bit. A few inches passed comfortably, and then it started to sting and stretch, as you realized just how tense you had gotten and just how big he actually was. Mat noticed you wince and whimper and froze immediately, eyebrows furrowing in worry.

“Hurt?”

“Not too much. I- I can handle it.”

He stayed still for a few more moments. “Ya know, you’re so good to me.” He dropped his head down to your neck, to the bruise he’d left earlier as he began sinking deeper. “So fucking hot, babe. So tight. You feel so good.” He caught your teary gaze, all soft lustful hazel eyes and pouty pink lips, a dark lock of hair falling onto his forehead that made him look so cute. He took a deep, shaky breath, trying to steady himself, trying to hold himself back for you. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m good.”

”Tell me when you’re ready.” He was settled all the way inside of you now, his hips flush against your thighs, filling you to the brim in all the best ways possible. The hand that wasn’t tangled with his reached up to push a few strands of hair off his forehead as you just took the moment to look at him, adjusting to the feeling. Then, when you didn’t feel like you were going to tear apart, you slid your hand back into his hair and rolled your hips up into him, earning an immediate wave of pleasure and a groan from Mat.

“Holy shit, Mat.”

“Yeah?” He smiled, examining your face to see if you were ready to take this final step with him. He mirrored the pace you’d set, rolling down into you in slow, steady waves. “How’s that, babygirl?”

“Mat.” You wrapped your legs around his hips and met him halfway. After a few moments of rocking back and forth together, you needed more. “Faster.”

“Don’t have to ask me twice.”

And before you could comprehend anything else, he was rocking against you with long, drawn-out strokes, making sure to pull all the way out of you before snapping his hips back into yours with breathtaking force. With each slap of his skin against yours, you couldn’t help but moan out, whispering his name over and over and over like a prayer, a mantra. His hands left yours to grab one of your thighs, throwing your leg up and over his shoulder and fuck, that angle. He was hitting spots inside of you that nobody had ever touched before, places you didn’t even know could feel so good. You reached up, shaking, and strained to pull his face down to you, kissing him and letting your hands tangle in his hair once more. You felt the heat rise again in your lower body, but really it wasn’t heat- it was a fire, much more intense than your other orgasms of the night. And, calling out his name, you came undone, arching up into him and losing focus of everything around you.

“C’mere, beautiful.” You heard his voice, foggy in the aftermath of easily the most intense orgasm of your life, and felt him sit up cross-legged on the bed, keeping himself rock solid and steady inside of you, sitting on his lap. Your legs trembled as he wrapped them around his waist comfortably, letting you lean into his chest and breath him in as you came down from your high.

“Woah, Mat.”

“Good, yeah?” He leaned in to kiss you, brushing your hair away from your face, enjoying the intimacy of this position much more. Now he could hold you, kiss you, let you chose the pace. You nodded, taking deep breaths and trying to focus on how his eyes sparkled with that proud look that you love seeing on him after he got a goal or played a really good game or pulled a really ugly laugh out of you that he would insist was cute. He was cocky as shit, and he was a sex god and he knew it. But it was hard to focus on anything, because wow he’s still hard inside of me. You were getting turned on again, just feeling him sitting inside of you.

“Mat...”

“I’m not quite done with you yet, don’t fall asleep.”

“Jesus, how can I fall asleep when you’re still…” You pushed your hips down onto him to make your point, and Mat let out a strangled breath, hands falling to your hips so he could guide you.

“Do that again.” You rocked your hips against him with his helping hands, too spent to do anything more than a gentle sway.

“Baby.” He whined, not doing anything to hold back the need in his voice. “ Keep doing that.” It wasn’t long before he was falling apart beneath you, letting out little swears and groans and whining for more as he locked eyes with you. God, his eyes were so pretty, so deep and swimming with emotion. Nearing his finish, Mat reached down and stroked at you again as you continued to roll against him, wanting to give you one more high before he was spent. After only a few more seconds, you both fell apart, your free hands intertwined with each other again, holding the most intense eye contact you were sure you’d ever have, into a panting, trembling pile against each other.

He found your lips, panting against you and swallowing your whine as he rolled to the side on the bed with you and slipped out of your arms, leaving you feeling empty without him. “Mat.”

“Just gimme a second, babe. One second.” He moved to the trashcan next to the bed momentarily, ‘Oh yeah, condom’, before slipping back down beside you and gathering you into his arms.

“That was more than one second.” He smiled into your hair.

“But I’m back now.” You were lying completely sideways on the bed, but neither of you cared, and you didn’t plan on moving for a while, just wanting to catch your breath and look at one another for a bit. “How was that?” He asked, but you knew that cheeky tone by now. It wasn’t a question. He knew he did good, he just wanted to hear you say it.

You ran your fingers up his side and around his shoulder, snuggling into his chest, happy to praise him. “It was fucking unreal. I love you, Mathew.”

“I love you too. You’re so beautiful, so perfect, (Y/N).”

“So are you.” He wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him and not minding the stickiness at all. The two of you would go clean up soon, just… not yet. You lay in silence for a few minutes, just listening to each other’s heartbeats steady back to a normal rate, before Mat reached down and grabbed your hand again, bringing it up to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles.

“I want you to move in here.”

“Really?” You leaned back to look at him a bit. You weren’t in disbelief, you weren’t even surprised really. You were just so so so happy that you couldn’t believe you were hearing things right.

“I’m tired of being apart from you. I’m tired of having to drive back and forth between our places. It gets lonely without you here.” You leaned up and kissed his cheeks, his nose, his forehead until he was smiling that big toothy grin you loved so much. “So? Move in with me?” But he already knew the answer.

“I think that can be arranged.” And then was on you, hugging you, showering you with kisses and not showing any sign of letting go any time soon. “We sorta already christened the place, though.” Mat full out belly laughed at that, holding you against him so that you could feel the comfortable weight of his laughter rumbling through you like a waterfall.

“Yeah,” he said, quieting down. “I guess we already did.”

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Baby Daddy Stark (Part 6)

Here's Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Pairing: Tony Stark x Black!Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: As you guys can see, I'm on a bit of a writing rampage. After writing that Bucky piece last night it felt right to go and update one of my series. It feels good writing again especially after the weird depression moment I had when it was official that all of my classes for the rest of the semester were gonna be online. I would also like to just thank everyone that have been so supportive as I begin to write again and even through my hiatus and hopefully I can get much more writing done. But any way, here's part 6! Hope you all like it! Love you all!!!💛💖💛💖💛💖

Warnings: Some mention of throwing up, Some curse words, Reader being mama bear, Tony on the come up as a dad, Travis develops a little crush, I'm telling y'all right now this is 99.9% fluff

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It's been about 2 weeks since Travis' tournament and since then the calls from Tony have become more frequent and lengthy. He would call every other day at around 7 at night because he knew you got home at about 6:30 every day and liked that half an hour to come down from whatever mood that work had you in but it's not too late so he has more than enough time to sit and talk with Travis until his bedtime. Even though you didn’t want to admit it, Tony was really making an effort to be more present, and it confused you. Why would a man in his prime put so much effort into being in the life of a son he just found out he had? Your thoughts were broken when the timely sound of your ringtone came through.

“IS THAT TONY?!” You hear Travis yell from his room. A large smile grew on your face once you heard his excitement.

“Yes, but you can’t talk to him until your done with homework!” You yell back from the kitchen, then answer the phone. “Hey Tony. How was your day?” You put the phone on speaker and place it on the counter so you can wash your hands to start dinner.

“Fine, I’m actually getting ready to come upstate tomorrow. How was your day?” Your smile dims to something like a dreamy grin, more than likely matching the smile on his face at the moment.

“Great, I have a presentation for a new surgical robot that I’ve been working on for years. Since Travis was, wow, seven?” You grab the package of defrosted chicken that sat on the counter, grinning at the satisfaction of being able to tell your child to put the chicken in the sink to defrost it before you got home, something you don't think you’ll ever get tired of.

“What is this innovation that I’m going to be seeing in hospitals worldwide someday?” His smile travels through the phone, causing you to have to fight an even larger smile from your face as you finish cleaning the chicken, preparing to season it.

“Well…” You continue on into a long explanation about your innovation that makes brain surgery 15% safer which, in the world of neurology, is an immense difference. Once you got to the point where you were basically giving the exact presentation you were going to give the next day, Travis came into the kitchen looking slightly exhausted.

“Homework done, I am ready to talk to Tony.” His words came out as a sigh, eyes hooded with a hoodie on in the 78 degrees house.

“Okay.” You turn to the phone. “Hey, Tony, here’s Travis.” You go to hand him the phone but stop mid-transfer. “Baby, you look sick. And you feel warm.” You retract your hand from Travis’s forehead and hand him your phone.

“Eh, I’ll be fine. I have a test tomorrow, so I can’t stay home but-” His words come out as a groan before your attempted to say something he is obviously used to. “I know, I know. I’ll go to the nurse if I’m not feeling good.” A sad and somewhat pain smile flashes across his face before you fluffed his hair and sent him off. “Dinner will be ready in a bit. You’re going to eat, take some medicine and go to bed, okay?”

“Yes ma’am.” He smiles back at you from the couch then goes to talk to Tony. You smile when you hear a faint ”Hey, kiddo!” then turn back to the stove to finish cooking.

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“Y/N, you ready for today? I know how hard you’ve been working on it.” Your coworker, Kate, pops her head into your office then steps in. Her smile has always been calming for you from your first day there. Her heels click across the floor as she makes her way to the seat in front of your desk. “So, how do you feel?”

“Ahhh, excited. Nervous as hell. And it doesn’t help that I’m just waiting to get a call from the nurse at Travis’s school which would only further postpone the presentation and would do just short of killing me.” You twist a coil of your low pulled back hair around your finger.

“And the, uh, Tony Stark thing?” She leans close and whispers to you, allowing some light brown hair that didn't make it into her bun fall in front of her glasses. Other than Naomi, Kate is the only other person who knows about Tony.

“It's going surprisingly well.” You lean in toward your computer monitor, looking closely at an email before quickly answering it. “He calls… gosh, everyday at a perfect time. Talks to me and Travis-" You stop midway through your gushing, realizing the feeling you get when you even just think about Tony. You love feeling so happy, comfortable and open with another person but it's not just you in this new relationship. Your son is there too, probably just as enamored by the feeling of having his father, having THE Tony Stark as his father. Whenever these thoughts flood through your mind you can't help but think about the hurt that could happen if something-

"Uh, Y/N… your cell." You break from your slowly darkening thoughts and look at your phone. Seeing the somewhat familiar number of Travis's school. You quickly answer it, apologizing to Kate for answering the phone during your conversation to which she hastily dismisses it with a smile, leaving you alone in your office.

"Hello, Ms. Y/L/N? This is Mrs. Johnson, the nurse at North Albany Middle School." Your heart drops. You knew you shouldn't have let him go to school.

"Hello, how are you doing today?" You try hard to continue the conversation as normal as possible.

"I'm doing fine, thank you. I'm calling because I have Travis in here with a fever and just a couple of minutes ago he threw up. I believe it would be the best to have you or an emergency contact come pick him up and take him home." As you were about to answer, you receive a text from Tony.

Tony:

Hey, just wanted to let you know that I just got to the Upstate Compound. Hoping to see you and Trav tonight 😊

"Umm, hold on one secondd… I just have to send this text real quick." You quickly type out a text to Tony.

About how far away from North Albany mid school?? Travis isn't feeling well and I want him to get somewhere and rest as soon as possible and I'm an hour and a half away, not including any possible traffic. Could you pick him up?

Barely ten seconds later you receive a response and sight in relief.

Tony:

Only 25 min. Of course I'll pick him up.

"Hi, I'm so sorry I left you waiting. I'm actually quite far from the school but his uh… dad is just under a half an hour away so he'll come and pick up Travis. I'll give you his contact information so you can get in touch with him. His name is Tony… uh just Tony." You look at the clock on your desktop. Five minutes until your presentation. If you're late, you're late and they're just gonna have to wait.

"Uh, Ms. Y/L/N, I'm gonna need a last name." The nurse giggles her response, slightly confused. You sigh and whisper into the phone.

"Tony Stark. Please keep this private. And his phone number is…" Once you give the phone number you thank her for calling. Then hang up. You quickly gather your things needed for your presentation and head out your office quickly going to and tapping on Travis's contact in your phone. One ring. Two rings.

"Hi, mama." He groans into his phone.

"Hey, baby boy. How are you doing?" You continuously press on the elevator button, quickly hopping in when the doors open and then swiftly removing your heels.

"My stomach feels a bit better but my head and throat are killing me. Mrs. Johnson gave me some apple juice and saltines to eat while I wait for you to pick me up." The elevator dings on the floor you need and you high tail it out of the elevator.

"Actually, Tony is already upstate and much closer than I am, so he's gonna pick you up. He'll be there in about 20 minutes and then once I'm done I'm gonna come up the Compound to pick you up and take you home, okay?" After a couple of minutes of walking down a long straight hallway, you get to the meeting room, smiling at Kate, who was doing an amazing job at stalling for you, through the large glass wall.

"Oh, okay." You can hear the small smile grow on his face. "Also, I lasted through my test in math. I think I did alright, considering that right after I turned in my test I ran to the bathroom to throw up." He chuckles then groans at what you assume to be irritation of his throat and pain in his head.

"Alright baby, I'm gonna go into my meeting now. Try and take a nap while you wait, and call me or text me if you need anything. Okay? Love you." You finish pulling on your heels and smooth out your skirt in the reflection produced by the dark windows of the empty meeting room next door.

"Okay, love you too." You give him a kiss through the phone and after receiving one from him, you two share one last goodbye and you wait for him to hang up before heading into the meeting room to give the best presentation of your life.

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"North Albany, North Albany…" Tony recites to himself as he drives his large SUV down the street the school is presumably on, when out of nowhere he hears the voice of what sounds like a GPS come from the very back row telling him in 1000ft his destination is in the right, almost giving him a heart attack.

"Crap, crap, crap!" He hears an all too familiar voice in a frantic panic as tussling and tapping on a phone screen comes from the back.

"Pete, what the actual fuck are you doing in the back of my car? Aren't you supposed to be in school or something?" Tony takes peeks into his rear view mirror watching as Peter slowly sits up from his previously laying position.

"We had early release today and I told Aunt May that you were heading upstate and may have made it sound like you invited me so I jumped into your car as quick as possible." By the time Peter was done rambling, Tony was already parked in a visitors parking space, look at Peter over his dark sunglasses.

"Get in the passenger seat, Parker. I'll be right back." He sighs, then gets out the SUV, leaving the keys in the transmission. "Make sure you lock the door." He reminds Peter before making his way to the front office. He walks in and up to the the front desk labeled "Pick Up/Drop Off", patiently waiting for the receptionist to speak to him.

"Hello. Picking up or dropping something off?" She asks as she finishes typing something.

"Uh, I'm here to pick up my son from the nurse's office." He hesitantly removes his sunglasses and taps them in his hand, hoping it would make him seem less suspicious.

"Okay, first and last name and date of birth?" She looks up at him, a hint of shock passing through her expression before going back to her job.

"Uh, Travis Y/L/N. And date of birth is..uh… oh. Date of birth 2-18-2009." He smiled at his ability to remember fairly new information.

"Okay, and your name and phone number sir?" She smiles at her need to ask this question, knowing fully well who was standing in front of her.

"Tony Stark. And my phone number is…" After giving his number she politely thanks his cooperation and gives him directions back to the nurse's office. He take a deep breath before knocking on the office door before opening it. "Hi, I'm Tony, Travis's dad, and I'm here to pick him up." The nurse, who was and old black lady, looking to be close to her mid 60's, looks up from what she was writing, surprised to actually see Tony Stark standing in front of her, nervous as hell.

"Oh, Mr. Stark. I-uh- nice to meet you. Travis is just laying in bed 3 but first I'm just gonna need you to sign him out. Just put his name here, your name here, your phone number here, your wi- his mom- Ms. uh-Y/L/N's number here and the date here, please." Tony does as told then makes his way over to his son's bed, giving him a gentle shake to wake him up.

"Hey, kiddo. Ready to go?" He pushed some rouge curls that fell from his pulled back hair while he was sleeping. He touched his head with the back of his hand, feeling the overwhelming warmth radiate. He earns an affirmative groan from his awakening son which prompts his to stand from his kneeling position, picking up his surprisingly heavy backpack in the process. He slings the backpack onto his right shoulder then helps his still partially asleep son from the bed and to the door. "Thank you so much, uh-"

"Mrs. Johnson." The old lady smiles at him. "Please pass onto your wife to make sure to contact the school if Travis is still too sick to come to school Monday. It was very nice to meet you." She smiles politely at Tony then shifts her attention to Travis. "Hope you start feeling better soon, Travis." Travis quietly thanks her then the two leave the nurse's office and out the front office door, but not before thanking the receptionist.

"Alright, you get in the backseat here since Peter decided to tag along. Make sure to buckle up and once you do you can lay down." He helps Travis into the backseat and then gets into the driver's seat, handing Peter Travis's backpack. "We're gonna head over to the compound and you're gonna wait there for your mom, okay" Travis grunts and okay and greets Peter before quickly falling back asleep.

"Dang, what does he have in here? Cinder blocks?" Peter places the backpack in front of him then looks at the sleeping ten year old in the back seat as Tony pulls out of the parking lot.

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It's been about half an hour since Tony got Travis and Peter to the Compound and around 15 minutes since you texted Tony and Travis that you were coming to pick Trav up. Travis just woke up from his nap, fully for the first time since Tony picked him up from school, this not including the two times he woke up for no more than a minute to throw up. He sits up on the couch he was sleeping on, taking a moment to let the thumping pain in his head subside, before standing up and beginning to roam around the compound, immediately heading for an elevator not far from where he sat. He pressed the only button present outside of the elevator which pointed down and entered once it opened. He looks at the destinations that labeled each button and decided to go down to the floor labeled "Kiddy Lab", then pulled out his phone to see your text.

Mama (ICE) 🐻:

I'm on my way to the compound, should be there by 330 or 400. Text me when you wake up. 😘

He quickly texts back when he finishes reading.

Just woke up a couple of minutes ago. Head still hurts and so does my throat but my stomach feels a lot better.

He pressed send right as he reached the destined floor, slightly surprised to hear Kendrick Lamar blast through the speakers in the ceiling of the shockingly large and well equipped lab. He walks further in, tightening the blanket around his shoulders, and turns a corner to see Peter at a workbench, seeming to be doing homework and ever so slightly moving to the music.

"Hey, Peter." Travis musters his first full sentence that he's said within the last 45 minutes.

"Oh, hey Trav! How are you feeling?" He places down his pencil and turns around on the lab stool to look at him. His eyes scan down his lanky body, slightly jealous of his height at such a young age, but the overwhelming feeling of practically being a big brother overshadowing everything else.

"Better. Throat and head still hurt…" he looks around the bright lab, somewhat confused about why the lab has what seems to be very advanced technology. "Is this all your's. Like, did… did Tony make this for you?"

"Oh, ha, not exactly. I share this lab with Shuri, who is somewhere around here. Most of this stuff was transported from her lab in Wakanda." Peter calls out for Shuri a few times, knowing of her incoming presence when he hears the volume of the music decrease. From around a large machine comes a dark skinned, tall, thin girl, hair in a ponytail of long braids, streaks of blue flowing through them. She had on black skinny jeans, a large light blue t-shirt with "The Birds Work for the Bourgeoisie." written across the chest in simple black letters and baby blue Air Max's.

"What's up, Spider Boy?" Her thick accent was like heaven to Travis's ears as he took in Shuri's presence.

"Shuri, this is Travis, Tony's son. Travis, the is Princess Shuri of Wakanda and arguably the smartest person in the world." He whispers that last part but still earns a smack from Shuri.

"He just doesn't want to admit that I'm smarter than his beloved Mr. Stark." She turns back to Travis with her hand out and a bright beautiful smile on her face. "Nice to meet you Travis."

"N-n-nice to-uh- meet you too, your majesty." Travis does an awkward hybrid hand shake bow, unsure what to do and too nervous to even look into her eyes.

"Please, just call me Shuri. So, Trav, how old are you?" She begins to walk back around the large machine in the middle of the lab, to which Travis swiftly follows suit.

"I'm, uh, t-ten. Eleven in February." He shivers from the cold air in the lab and wraps his blanket tighter around him.

"That's cool. So, being Tony's son, you must be into something science related, right?" She goes over to a large holographic computer-type set up and types something on the keyboard embedded in the table.

"I like robotics, but it's mainly because my mom is a biomedical engineer and mainly works with robotics. B-but I have always felt some connection to Tony Stark, though." He tries to puff his chest out at his more fanboy-like intuition but has to move quickly to cover his mouth with the crook of his elbow when he feels a cough coming on.

"That's cool. So, you've got smarts on both sides. Do you do anything else? Sports or something?" She manipulates something in the hologram and then continues to type.

"I'm in my schools robotics club, we actually got 4th place at our most recent competition. I'm also on a club baseball team because my mom used to play softball and I liked the stories she used to tell me about her playing and though it sounded cool." At the moment his rambling siezed, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, promoting him to take it out, knowing it's a text from you.

Mama (ICE) 🐻:

I'm here. Be ready to go in 5. I just need to talk to Tony real quick.

Travis groans at the text, coughing at the irritation he imposed on his throat. "My mom is here. I have to get going." He says loud enough for Shuri and Peter to hear.

"Hey, Shuri, we should go up with him. You have to meet his mom. She's super nice." Peter gets up from his stool and makes his way over to the two.

"Alright. I just need to finish one last thing and we'll head up." She looks back at Travis, lowering her gaze ever so slightly when she realizes that Travis just so happened to be slightly shorter than her.

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Hey, I'm in the compound where are you?

You press send on the text to Tony then head to the elevator, picking up Travis's backpack as you pass it. You press the button and wait for the doors to open, and once they do you enter and press the button labeled "Lab". A minute later you arrived at the end of a short hallway, one side with concrete walls and the other side with tall glass windows allowing all visibility into the lab. As you walk to the end of the hallway where the door was you look in and wave at Tony, adjusting Travis's backpack on your shoulder along with your purse.

"Welcome, Ms. Y/L/N." You hear a female A.I. voice greet you as you open the door into the lab, light rock music playing in the background.

"Hey, Y/N. Uh-how was your presentation?" Tony meets you halfway, which just so happened to be next to a workbench that he decides to lean against.

"I think it went well. The reason I'm coming so late is because they had me take them to the hospital where the robot is being held to show them how it's used. They seemed quite pleased." A quiet fell over the two of you which gave you a second to look around his lab as he watched you admirably. "Oh, uh, thank you so much for picking up Travis and taking care of him for me. It really helped take a load off of my day." You grin at Tony, the natural sparkle in your eye making him melt.

"It was no problem at all. And if you ever need me to do anything at all just text, call, email, face time…" You two giggle at the last suggestion and sit in now more comfortable silence.

"Well, I guess we better get back up to the, uh, main room." You turn to the door that exits back out to the short hallway but stop when you hear Tony call your name.

"Are you free, say, next Friday? I passed a restaurant, uh, Italiano Roma. It seemed right up your alley and I mean we have to celebrate your great presentation. I heard it's pretty new…" He does an open arm gesture and raises his eyebrows, waiting for your answer.

"Yeah, new and expensive." You laugh and begin to walk to the door again.

"Come on. It's all on me." Tony rushes from behind you to open the door. You sigh and turn to look at him holding open the door.

"Fine, next Friday. " You smile and continue out the door and down the hallway.

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You and Tony finally make it to the main room, and your heart swells when you see Travis pulling on his shoes, wrapped in a blanket and laughing with Peter and another teenager, a very pretty dark skin girl.

"Mama!" Travis calls over to you then coughs after the sudden throat irritation.

"Hey baby. You ready to go home?" You remove the blanket from his shoulders and help him pull his jacket on.

"Yeah. But before we go, I wanted you to meet Shuri. She's from Wakanda, practically a genius, and only 16." You look at the dreamy look in your son's eyes then at Shuri who already had her hand out.

"It's a pleasure meeting you, Ms. Y/L/N. Your son is a delightful and very bright boy." She smiles a bright smile and gives you a slight bow.

"It's a pleasure meeting you too. I'm glad that Travis has been exposed to such bright talented young adults like you and Peter. Actually…" You briefly at Tony, then back at the teens. "Would you two mind watching Travis next Friday? I made plans with someone and I feel like you two would be the best people to watch him and make sure everything runs smoothly. I'll pay you both, say, $10 and hour?"

"We would love to, Ms. Y/L/N, right Shuri?" Peter walks by Shuri and nudges her.

"Oh, yes. Of course, it would be no problem at all." She smiles.

"Oh, thank you both so much." You look over at where Travis was previously sat only to find that he moved. You turn around to see him talking to Tony. "Trav, time to go." You give him a sorry smile which he nods to, then proceeds to hug Tony and bid everyone in the room goodbye. "Tony, I'll text you when we get home, okay?"

"Okay." He gives you a bright smile and watches as you walk Travis out, feeling his forehead with the back of your hand then rubbing back his rouge curls.

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