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vettelsdarling · 9 months

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Pleaseeeeee do a Lando x normal!reader ig au I really need this🧡

𝐈 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

Lissie note… I’m honestly surprised that nobody has requested this until you did! Sorry for the delay, by the way!!! I go in order of who requested first, so it took a little while to get to yours. I love this idea though, thank youuu xx

Few things to note:

Reader is a senior college student.

Lando and reader have been dating for almost a year (since 2020) and are soft launching

There will be time skips from post to post

Time spans from late 2021 to late 2022 (meaning they’ve been dating for 2 yrs over the span of the fic)

Pairing: Lando Norris x Normal!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Slight cursing(?), bunch of fluff

landonorris

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landonorris Took a picture of me, so I took a picture of you… sorta.

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maxverstappen1 So this is why you didn’t have time for some sim…

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user1 WHAT IS THAT CAPTION

user2 The two shadows😭😭😭

user3 Have you guys ever wondered that he might have friends?

user2 There’s no way that’s a case of “oh this is my best friend”

user4 Tbh I agree💀 It looks like he’s soft launching

user5 Not Lando soft launching rn😭

user6 Is this the first mention of her?

user5 Yeah it is

user7 wdym “her” it might not be his girlfriend…

user8 um it definitely is.

landonorris

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landonorris On my way back to you✈️

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danielricciardo She’s going to love it when the flowers are all withered from the trip

landonorris She’ll appreciate the sentiment

user1 The roses…

user2 the caption…

user3 I know who it is. If anyone wants the proof dm me

user4 Can you drop it plsss

user5 Oh my goooosh whoever she is, she’s so lucky😭😭😭

user6 I love Danny in the comments💀

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wagsf1 News!!! Lando’s girlfriend is on Instagram! Sadly private though…

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user1 But there’s no @???

user2 you can just search her name and her account appears but she’s private so she probably won’t accept it if you request

user3 omg new wag alert!!!

user4 I can’t wait to see her paddock outfitssss

user5 I’ve never seen her on the paddock before though? Either they JUST started dating or she doesn’t go…

user6 Yeah, agreed. Based off her acc, I think she’s too busy with college anyway..?

user5 Oh yeah that too

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yourusername Never expected the huge influx of follow requests after being outed, but the fan base is appreciated xx

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yourusername Okay, wow, I did not expect so many likes… am I famous now or something?

landonorris Yes

yourusername Oh wow! I’m so famous that THE Lando Norris commented?

francisca.cgomes Finally public gorgeoussss❤️

yourusername ❤️❤️❤️

user1 That sarcasm? I love her already😭

user2 Agreed😭😭

user3 Wtaf she’s actually so pretty

user4 Honestly would LOVE to see her at the races

user5 Based off her wit, I’d say Lando is pretty lucky

user6 WHAT !! You’re literally SO gorgeous?!

user7 What kind of voodoo did Lando perform to find her😭

user8 idk but he has to teach me

landonorris

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landonorris Had the audacity to still be asleep when I arrived at her dorm. Made it up to me with cinnamon rolls though. She loves late night walks… kind of like a cat?

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yourusername Did you just call me… a cat?

landonorris How else would I describe you

yourusername A very hard working college student

landonorris I think I’ll stick to “little kid who loves running into the road”

yourusername In my defense, those roads are empty at night.

user1 I love the banter between them😭😭😭

user2 They really remind me of an old married couple💀😭

user3 Okay but she actually seems so sweet

user4 I go to nyu and can confirm that she’s an angel

user3 ???

user4 She takes part in a lot of volunteer projects to help animals and stuff

user3 omgggg Lando got himself a literal saint😭

user5 If she doesn’t appear in the paddock soon, I don’t want it

user6 I second thissss

user7 Honestly I don’t care about all the young tweens screaming and crying over a parasocial relationship. These two were literally MADE FOR EACH OTHER

user8 Lando pls invite her to the paddock

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yourusername In the third picture, I asked him to pose and this is what came out. Thoroughly disappointed with this model. 2/10 would not book again.

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landonorris You put me on the spot.

yourusername Untrue

maxverstappen1 He should delete his jpg account and leave the photography to you

yourusername right?

user1 I love her wtf😭😭

user2 Hey girlie when are you leaving him for me🙏

user3 Relatable

user4 The caption💀

user5 If this isn’t my future relationship, I don’t want it

user6 so real

user7 The second pic??? So she was at the race?

user8 It was probably on a weekday and not the actual weekend

user7 but why would she go during the week and not on the weekend?

user8 She was probably too busy otherwise?

user9 I love their dynamic so much ughhh

user10 They literally have so much chemistry

landonorris

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landonorris She finally graduated🎉 Had to celebrate accordingly. Congratulations, babe❤️

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yourusername Why thank you very much, good sir

landonorris Anything for you, my fair lady

maxverstappen1 This means we’ll see you in the paddock @ yourusername

yourusername You bet

user1 AHHHH THIS MEANS WE CAN SEE HER PADDOCK FITSSSS

user2 I can’t wait for the pics of her with the other wags

user3 She’ll look amazing in papaya colours🧡

user4 NYU GRAD?? Lando really got someone smart AND gorgeous

user5 I can’t wait for her to join the weekendsss

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yourusername Finally got the opportunity to stay for the actual races. These last few ones have been amazing. Also got to be with my favourite person more often❤️

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landonorris I’m happy I get to be with you more often too❤️

yourusername ???

landonorris ?

lilymhe @ landonorris By favourite person, she meant me

yourusername Exactly

landonorris can’t believe this

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user1 GORGEOUS

user2 She’s an actual goddess wtaf

user3 Why do I love her paddock fits so much?!

user4 Well, I know who my new fav wag is!!!

user5 I’m actually still kinda curious how long they’ve been dating for

user6 Probably a couple of months before the first soft launch?

user7 Lily and her against Lando in the comments😭😭😭

user8 Pleaseee😭

landonorris

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landonorris For two years, I have had the incredible pleasure of being yours. You’ve shown me how to enjoy all the simple things in life, and I couldn’t be more grateful. You’ve truly captured my heart and I will be yours so long as I breathe. Happy 2 years. I love you.

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yourusername I love you too❤️

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mclaren Our favourite paddock couple!

maxverstappen1 congrats guys!

danielricciardo Congrats!!!

lewishamilton You guys are great together, congrats on the 2 years

francisca.cgomes AMAZING❤️ Congrats you two💕💕

yourusername ❤️❤️

lilymhe You guys are so incredibly cute together, congratulationsssss🫶

yourusername 🫶🫶

user1 wait… TWO WHOLE YEARS?!

user2 This was so unexpected😭

user3 Aww this is so sweet🥹

user4 Istg if they don’t get married😭😭😭

user5 Literally. They better.

user6 fav couple on the grid🧡

user7 The fact that they can be best friends and be in love? I want it so bad😭❤️

user8 Never would’ve thought they managed to date for a whole year without anyone noticing, but that just makes this so much sweeter❤️

𝗤𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁!

𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲, 𝘀𝗼 𝗜'𝘃𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲!

𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁, 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗿 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝘀: 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗶𝗰. 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲!

𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗳𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝘀𝗸. 𝗜'𝗺 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗱𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂! :)

𝗥𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻...

𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚!

𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

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𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗱𝗮𝗽𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘆, 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗲, 𝗼𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺— 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻.

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obwjam · 5 months

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Hey Loved your ghostbusters fics!!! idk if you're still doing the prompts but can you do 20 with Egon?

“I’m not above sticking you in a jar.”

this one is so perfectly egon 😭 the scenario is a continuation of the fic where my oc and venkman get shrunk bc i think it's so perfect and i want to do more with it

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“Egon! Come on! I know you can hear me.”

It had been a few weeks since you and Peter Venkman had been shrunk by some mysterious red slime. Somehow, you had managed to adjust – mostly – to your strange new reality. No longer did you get dizzy every time you looked up at your giant friends, nor did you wake up every morning with a persistent feeling of dread and the urge to vomit everywhere.

That didn’t mean it had gotten any easier.

A feeling you didn’t anticipate now dominated your days: helplessness. You were too busy being terrified of the possibility of dying that you didn’t stop to think about what everyday life would be like at this diminished height. You decided it was incredibly boring. Watching Egon work tirelessly to find a way to reverse your condition without being able to help was mind-numbingly agonizing.

“Spenglerrrrr… Spengler. Egon Spengler. Egon Spengler, is, ignoring me. He’s pretending I don’t exi-iiiist,” you sang, horribly off-key and with no discernable melody. You might as well have a little fun.

“Del, please,” he said finally, giving a disgruntled sigh. “I’m trying to concentrate.”

“Can’t I help? You know I know what I’m doing.”

“I know.” You stared intently as he quickly jotted something down, though from your perspective, his arm seemed to move in slow motion. “But, no.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

A sigh. “I’ve told you a thousand times.”

“Tell me one thousand and one, then.”

“You don’t need me to. Maybe Ray doesn’t care as much, but I do. I don’t want anything happening to you that could be easily preventable.”

“Going over notes or sharing ideas isn’t going to kill me, you know!”

“You say that like it’s a certainty.”

You swallowed down the growing icky feeling. “If that were the case, I would have dropped dead weeks ago.”

Egon seemed to consider that, but he was clearly done having this conversation. He silently went back to work, but you didn’t even give him a few minutes before pushing him again. God, the boredom was consuming.

“Seriously, I could just brainstorm over there while you do the actual work! It’d be fine, I’ve taken plenty of naps today, I –”

Suddenly, he slammed his pen down. Well, it wasn’t really a slam, but to you, he might as well have shot it out of a cannon. “I’m not above sticking you in a jar.”

Shocked, you crossed your arms and frowned. You knew he was being playful in that deadpan Egon way of his, but a sick feeling entered your stomach when he said that. Oh, yeah, you thought. He could do anything to me without even thinking about it.

You were quiet for a while after that, but his comments made you too scared to even move, so you just sat there, stupidly, watching him continue on like nothing had happened. Thirty minutes or thirty hours could have gone by, you wouldn’t have noticed the difference. All you could think about was how long you'd be able to last with limited oxygen if you were sealed shut inside a clear airtight prison.

Egon had a feeling his joke didn’t go over well, and the ensuing stretch of silence filled him with unease. Venkman joked about it all the time, but that was just his coping mechanism. You didn’t like to do that so much, and sometimes, Egon forgot that.

Resigned, he put his pen down and turned to you, so helpless and small sitting on the table. You were very intentionally trying to ignore him.

“I’m sorry,” he offered. “I won’t actually stick you in a jar.”

“You sure about that?” you snapped, still refusing to look up. “You could do anything, and I couldn’t stop you.”

“Well, maybe you couldn’t, but Ray or Winston certainly could.” No response. “That was a joke.”

You grunted. “Not a very good one.”

Egon pinched the brim of his nose. He had really messed this one up, huh?

“You haven’t talked about it all that much.”

You looked at him out of sheer surprise. “What?”

“The psychological effects. Of your… circumstance.”

“What?” you repeated defensively. “Yes I…” you stopped. You’ve certainly thought about it every day, and you even vented to Venkman about it occasionally, but you thought it didn’t really need explaining.

“I mean, I just… assumed it was obvious.”

“Not necessarily,” Egon countered. “Venkman’s basically been the same.”

“Yeah, well, he’s a shitty example.”

For the first time today, you and Egon locked eyes. Even through the discomfort of staring at a human being that was as tall as a building, you could sense his genuine concern. He just didn’t quite know how to ask.

“Nothing is… wrong, per se. It’s not like the shrinking forced me to think a different way. It’s just been hard to… I can’t, I can’t do anything like this. You won’t even let me help figure out a way to fix myself! I–I’ve just… I’ve been noticing that you’ve…” You took a shaky breath. This was harder to say than you thought. “Well, you’re kind of treating me like a child.”

Egon raised his eyebrows, a little embarrassed by the observation. “A child?”

“Well, yeah. You’re ignoring me, getting frustrated when I try to get your attention, and despite always working by your side when I was normal human height, you suddenly act like I can’t contribute anything meaningful anymore. Like my intelligence is all gone, somehow.”

Egon felt his cheeks flush red. It was so obvious now that Del was pointing it out. He was babying them. Acting like any little movement would kill them. They already had enough on their plate – Egon acting like his mother only served to make matters worse.

“I’m… sorry, Del,” Egon said finally, his voice a little hoarse. “This is all so unprecedented, I didn’t want to do anything wrong, or hurt you without knowing.”

“If you were hurting me, I’d say something!”

“Sure,” Egon said, clearly not believing you. “But, truthfully… I’m getting nowhere, Del. I – I can’t even begin to describe how complex this all is.”

“Egon, I have a PhD and a Master’s. I’m smart too, you know.”

“I know, I know.” He shook his head. “But even after going over your test results and obsessing over this slime, I don’t even have a clue. How am I supposed to get you back to normal?”

You smirked. “Why are you acting like you have to do it alone?”

“Huh.” Egon huffed a laugh. “Checkmate, I suppose.”

“Just… let me help you on this. Please.” You padded over to his hand, which was resting comfortably next to his notebook. You placed your miniscule hand on his knuckle, forcing yourself to find the juxtaposition more endearing than terrifying. “Maybe you wouldn’t think I was so annoying if I actually had something productive to do.”

The giant snickered. “The less squeaking out of you, the better.”

He smiled warmly when you actually laughed at his joke. “Well, I don’t think I’m getting anywhere with this tonight.” He flipped his notes over and pushed the beaker of goo to the side. “How about a movie?”

“Really?” you perked up. “Can we have popcorn?”

“Well, I don’t think that…” he rolled his eyes when he saw the shit-eating grin on your face. “Sure, Del, I’ll make some popcorn.”

You climbed eagerly onto Egon’s hand. “And candy?”

“Let’s not push it.”

“But you don’t even know about Venkman’s secret stash.”

Egon couldn’t pretend he wasn’t curious. “What secret stash?”

“I’ll tell you… if you let me pick the movie.”

“Oh, good,” Egon deadpanned. “Another riveting romantic comedy, then?”

“Well, when you told me you’ve never seen When Harry Met Sally before…”

As the two of you fell back into normal banter, you felt as normal as you had since this whole thing occurred. Even if you were curled up in a small portion of a blanket that was bigger than an airport, and you could only eat three pieces of popcorn before getting full, you were still right where you wanted to be.

For the first time in weeks, you didn’t feel so small.

#turned this into fluff out of nowhere #it's pouring rain rn so cozy comfy movies are on the brain #let's be real egon is a closeted rom-com fan too #the man is full of secrets #obwrites #ghostbusters g/t #g/t #giant/tiny #giant tiny

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goneahead · 3 months

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Writer 20 Questions

I was tagged by @stephmcx and @itwoodbeprefect back when trilobites roamed the earth. Um, sorry?

How many works do you have on A03? Actually, I’m mostly on Dreamwidth so:

Dreamwidth ~150 fics

AO3 is 59 fics

What's your total AO3 word count?

DW is 1,012,997

A03 is 404,628

note: I don’t keep an exact track of my separate poetry journal but there are 947 poems—so I am guessing that’s another 75,000 words😁

What fandoms do you write for? Currently? Steve and Danny from Hawaii Five-0 have stolen both my heart and my muse!

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

* Care and Feeding of a SuperSEAL

* Trusses of my Heart

* A Bodyguard for Christmas

* The Long Road Home (Broken Road on DW)

* Five Times Steve was an Idiot, but Danny Kissed Him Anyway

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I do respond to comments, but in a completely random and haphazard way because I am incable of being organized😂

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? My H50 comment fic ‘Anger’ is definitely my most angsty ending. And yes, it’s yet another fic I need to cross-post to A03…

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? It’s a toss up between Care and Feeding and Bodyguard. I love happy ever afters!

Do you get hate on fics? Not on my fics per se, but I called out some people who were bullying a friend of mine in another fandom—and they decided to repost all my fics on other sites to punish me for speaking up. So, now all my fic is on Dreamwidth and friend-locked. I am slowly cross-post H50 fic to A03, but I doubt I will ever cross-post fic from that other fandom.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I will write sex if its necessary for the story, but porn is definitely one of my weak spots as a writer.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? Occaisonally. I wrote an Addams FamilyxAvengers that was very short and very silly😂

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Yes, many. At least I am really good at writing DMCA letters now?

Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope, but I had few pod-ficced ages and ages ago.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? I used to co-write regularly, but my co-writers all got super busy😭

What's your all-time favorite ship? I think McDanno has ruined me for all other ships.

What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? I have a X-MenxSupernatural fic that my co-writer had to abandon.

What are your writing strengths?I love to world build and have been told my AUs are very believable. Even when I do really crazy stuff, like **checks notes** space spiders.😁

What are your writing weaknesses? Writing sex scenes. Definitely.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

In general, I think writers are still working out how to write fanfic that is easy to read on mobile screens. For example, long paragraphs and conversations between more than three people are sooo much harder to read on a mobile phone.

Heck, I’ve even stopped using italics for dream sequences/flashbacks because it’s just not readable on a small screen. And then there’s coding. **Sigh** Dreamwidth has updated their coding and now I really need to reformat my entire journal because the changed have made my older fanfic much harder to read.

So when it comes to different languages or dialects, I try to come up with something that will make it easier for my readers, instead of relying on the ‘proper’ way to do things. I don’t know if I’m always successful, but I at least make a stab at it. And since I have a fic I’m currently rewriting that has 13 different languages in it, I definitely spend more time than I want to admit thinking about this problem! 🥵🤪

First fandom you wrote for? Duran Duran bandom. Yes, I just dated myself😂😂😂

Favorite fic you've ever written? My fic with the most kudos is Care and Feeding of a Super SEAL. The fic that people are still dming me about is So Let Me Set Your Battlements On Fire over on dreamwidth.

Tagging @cowandcalf @actingcamplibrarian @stellagioia @redgoldblue @bennyokelly and anybody else who wants to play!

#answered #fic things

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cdkeigna · 2 years

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Doing Gymnastics: SOUTH TERANO X BLACK READER [Part Two]

Read Part One here

Relationship: South Terano X Black Reader (afab, uses any pronouns)

CW: NSFW, smut, porn with plot, jealousy, fucking, cussing, praise kink, raw sex, oral sex, rough sex, mirror sex, shower sex, size kink, public, kink, breeding kink, pet names, belly bulge, fingering, tears, groping, choking, hair pulling, biting, handjob, over-stimulation, edging, soft/hard dom, choking, scratching, dirty talks, multiple sex positions, eye contact.

A/N: HEYYY IM BACK 🤭 I been gone for so long actually 😭 But here I am with a new South fic 😁🫶🏾 I just had to make a part two bro, the first one was sooooo good !!! Made me feel a lil… y’know… KinKY 👀😮‍💨 So here’s a part 2 🌚🌚 (Had to change the pic because Toumblr is a hater 😒) Just because I miss South so fucking much bro like omg I need him 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭‼️ Enjoy 🥰😚 Reblogs, Comments and Likes are welcomed 😋🤞🏾💗

PEOPLE LESS THAN 18YO, DO NOT INTERACT

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A week has passed since your fight with South and now, you’re on your way to the gym. You and South are still beefing because of how jealous he is of your relationship with Benkei, your gym coach.

Even though he knows that he’s married, he still doesn’t trust him and « keep an eye on him », like he said. You get in the gym, greet the coaches and go in the changing room. You put your gym shoes on, take your water bottle and join your coach.

- Hi Ben !

« Good afternoon Y/N ! You’re ready for today’s session ? » He say with a smile

- I’m always ready !

« That’s what I’m talking about ! So let’s get it started already then. »

- Yup yup ! you smile, all excited

« You seems excited for someone who hates full body exercises… » he laughs

Your smile fades away.

« It’s not leg day...? you whisper

He burst out laughing.

- I’m going home.

« You’re not going anywhere ! » he giggle

- Give me a good reason to stay. you cross your arms

« My wife is going to workout with you. » he smiles

- OH MY GOD REALLY ?!

« Yes, she’s right there. » he nods

You turn around and see her walking towards you, she smiles.

« Hey friend ! » she waves at you

- Hiiii ! I’ve missed you !! Happy late birthday by the way ! How was your night ??? you ask her, all excited

« It was so fun ! I went out with the girls and they did me a surprise ! » she smiles

« You still could’ve warn me. » whisper Benkei

« You’re still mad about it, baby ? » she smiles, walking to him

« Can we start already ? » he squint

You frown, looking at them both. Something happened, you think. They’re both looking at each other as if they were about to EAT each other… You also feel a certain tension coming from them and it feels like you’re sweating because of that. You shake your head and join them, breaking their staring contest.

- We’re starting or not ?

« Yes ! Let’s go and run 10km now ! Both of you » says Benkei

- Ugh… great…

[…]

An hour later, You just finished the majority of your session with Benkei’s wife, who is gone to help one of her student. You’re doing your exercises with Ben behind you, gossiping.

- What… happened with your wife ? you sigh loosing the dumbbell

« Nothing. Bring your legs a bit closer. »

- Stop lying ! Something definitely— HAPPENED !! you scream, lifting the dumbbell You guys won’t stop flirting—

« Stop talking and focus ! 30 deadlifts now. » he yells

- Geez… you sigh

You bend over and start doing your deadlifts with a lighter dumbbell. You look at Ben.

- But seriously, what happened ?

« Mind your business or you’re going to do 30 more. And clench your butt when you get up » he say, kicking it

- Stop it !

« Don’t stop the deadlifts ! » he keeps kicking your butt

- I said stop !

« Are you deaf ?! »

You both turn your heads to the huge voice.

- South ?! you drop the dumbbell

« You know him ? » Ask Benkei

- South, what are you doing here ? you say getting in front of him Aren’t you supposed to be—

« I’ve always been there. Is he bothering you ?? » he ask

- N-no I’m okay, don’t worry-

« Sorry to interrupt you both but who… » Says Benkei, clearing his throat

- Oh yeah Benkei, this is my—

South grabs Benkei’s hand and shake it, you sigh. Some people around you are staring at y’all.

- My god… you say shaking your head

« I’m Terano. Their boyfriend. » he dryly say

« Uh- Oh nice to meet you Terano, I’m— »

« I know who you are, and I also saw what you did. Kick their ass one more time, and I’m gonna— » he says tightening his hand on Benkei’s

- Okay enough ! South I’ll see you later, move. you say grabbing his arm

« Sorry about the kicks Y/N. I shouldn’t have done that, my fault. » says Benkei

- … Appreciate that. you nod

« Don’t let it happen again. » whispers South

« Copy that… Can you let my hand go now ? Gahdammit… » grunts Benkei

- South, let him go !

He does and wrap an arm around your waist.

« I’ll see you at home, darling » he whisper in your ear

You close your eyes and look up at him.

- You’re such a dork, get the fuck out of here…

He smiles and kisses your cheek then walks away. You sigh and turn around to look at him, he winks at you. You couldn’t help it but stare at his ass in his red short as he walks away. You sigh again.

- I fucking hate him. you whisper to yourself

« … I did not have to witness all of this. » says Benkei with a blank face

- You didn’t see anything !

« So… This is your man… » he says, pointing a finger to him

- Yes !

« He’s… massive… And that tattoo… Scary but… kinda cool I’m not gonna lie— »

- Yeah anyway… Forget about it !

« You wanna continue ?

- Actually I don’t know…

« Go home or go to your spot then come back after. » he say patting your shoulder

- Im going in my spot and if I don’t come back, you’ll see me in 2 days ! Or a week…

« Can I come if I don’t see you in 30 minutes ? »

- Yes, you can !

« Good, see you later »

You take your bottle and find your way to your spot. Your spot is actually the dance studio but since it’s always empty, you always go there when you feeling down or when you’re just lazy to do something, like right now. You take a mat, lay down on it and close your eyes. Your moment of peace don’t last long when a shadow comes right above your face, you keep your eyes close because you already know who it is.

- Why are you still here, mother fucker ?

« Still mad at me, darling ? »

- Go, the fuck, home.

« I don’t want to. »

You open your eyes and look up.

- South, if I get up I’m going to— Oh.

« Going to what, Y/N ? » he smiles

- Get off— oh my god… you shake your head

You see the bump of his hardness through his short and him looking down at you with a smirk. You slap your forehead.

- I fucking hate you. you rub your head

He scoffs.

- Why are you here in the first place, uh ?

« What do people go to the gym for ? »

- … Ugh, go home already.

« I’m not done with my workouts yet, neither do you... »

- Oh my go- leave me alone !

You get up on your knees and try to push but he steps back. You fall on your hands and raise your head and your face is right in front of the bump of his short. Great, you think. You sat back on your heels and look up at him.

- Move.

« Why ? I’m good where I’m at. » he smirks

You shake your head but with limited mouvement, because he’s too close from your face. You wanna look in another direction but there’s nothing else than his hard dick in front of you.

« Y’like what you see ? Because you’re staring veeeery~ hard » he says with a flirty tone

You bite your lip, sigh and close your eyes.

« You want it ? » he say holding you chin

Your glistening eyes meet his. He looks at you with teasing eyes and a huge smile on his face. He’s stroking your cheek and lips, you frown.

- South… you heavily breathe

You’re starting to heat up. Your cheeks are all red and your heart is racing in your chest. You look at his member and notice how hard it got. You desire it and you can’t deny it anymore. He skim your lips with his thumb.

« You want it so bad, don’t you ? » he says untying his short

Fuck yes.

« Go ahead and spit on it. » he whispers, lowering his short

You bite your lip and look up at him.

- You should seat.

« I’ll be fine… » he smiles

- …Suit yourself. you say before completely putting his short down

His dick pops out right in front of your face and you just look at it. Your mouth is watering just by looking at it, it also feels like you’re almost drooling. It’s so big, you think You lick your lips, close your eyes and take it in your mouth. You slowly start to suck from the tip to the base and give it long licks, he hisses.

You grab his hips and start to bob your head back and forth, fully taking him in your throat. You take a maximum of pleasure doing it, hearing him moan and praise you, just having a taste of him is turning you on. He grabs your head and falls on his knees.

« … Shit— Fuck Y/N…» he spread his legs

- I told you to sit. you say grabbing it

You lay on your stomach, rest your elbows on the floor and arch your back to be more comfortable while doing it. You spit on it and shove it back in your throat while you stroke and fondle his balls at the same time. He pull his shirt and bite it to keep it up, to stifle his moans too. You lick the base to the tip and put it back in your mouth to focus on the tip. You rub it with your thumb before going back to suck it. You grab it with your both hands and give him a handjob at the same time, he sighs and throw his head back.

« Goddamn Y/N… You’re so fucking good at it… he moans, resting his hand on your head

You hollow your cheek and suck it until your lips touches your hand, then you take it off your mouth with a huge pop then your eyes meet his. You’re out of breath with a bit of pre cum on your lips. You lick your lips to go back at it but he grabs your neck and kiss you and y’all both get up as y’all are starting to remove each other’s clothes.

- We shouldn’t- do— this… you stutter in his mouth

« But we are » he removes your top

- … What if there’s a camera ? you whine

« It better get our best profile then. » he sigh, throwing your top on the floor

He grabs your arms and bring you closer to him as he walks back and tosses you on the ballet pole. He gets behind and put your leggings down.

« You’re doing full-body exercises today, right ? » he looks at you through the mirror

- Yeah and ? you whisper

« I know you hate doing that, so I’m gonna help you with one we both love… » he says bringing your sports bra up

- … What are you talking abo— Mmh !

« Stop acting like you don’t know that sex is a full-body exercise, you freak. » he whisper, rubbing your nipples

You cross your legs and close your eyes, breathing heavily.

- You’re the freak— South… you moan

« Mhmm mhmm… Whatever you say, bunny. » he kiss your cheek and neck

You wrap your arm around his neck as he keeps rubbing, stroking and pinching your breast. You bite your lip, trying to contain your moans. His left hand go down between your legs and massage your clitoris through your thong.

- We don’t have time for fore play, go straight to it already ! you sigh, putting your thong down

He arch a brow, then smiles.

« Say no more. »

He grabs your waist and thrust inside you. You gasp and grip on the mirror, closing your eyes. You let a moan out but immediately slap your mouth to silence it, since y’all are in public. He adjust himself and grabs your neck to give you deeper strokes, you hisses and your eyes rolls back. Your ass is bouncing and clapping against him and it’s getting little too loud, he smack it, you scream.

« Come on baby, your ass is not the only loud thing I wanna hear » he smiles

- This is so- wrong… you whisper

« You want me to stop then ? » he says in your ear

- … Fuck…

« Yes or no ? » he looks at you in the mirror

- No… go faster…

« Louder. »

- Faster ! Aghn~ you moan

« Mhmm… »

He goes as you said, let your neck go and tighten his grip on your waist. You rest your hands on the pole and let your head fall. You know good and well that what y’all are going is wrong, that you should end it and go back to your workout, ut you just don’t want him to stop, the way he touches you, how good it feels and, to be honest, the idea of doing it in public always been arousing to you. Now you just gotta pray to not get caught, or else y’all gonna have big problems, especially you.

The pole under your hand is creaking and hit the mirror with a huge bam. You both stop any mouvements, look at it, eyes wide open, then look at each other.

« Oh shit… » he whisper

- Let’s go somewhere else…

« C’mere ! » he turns you around to face him

You wrap your arms around his neck and he lifts you up. He walks to the mats and seat on yours. You stay on your knees and adjust yourself to ride him, then fall on his length. You sigh and slowly ride him, biting your lip. He puts his hand on the back of your neck and kisses you as you ride him. You moan in his mouth and he grips at your ass, you raise your head and take his length deeper and he looks at you. He takes one of your nipples in his mouth, rub and pinch the other one, you sigh.

- South…

He makes you lay down on the mat and kiss your body, from the chest to your stomach, your breath gets heavy and your legs shaky too. He gets on his knees, grab your hips and thrust inside you. You gasp and put your arms above your head.

- Damn South… Fuck~ you whimper

He’s going at a rapid and deep pace into you. You’re trying your best to contain your moans and to not make any noise but he’s just making it hard to keep it.

- Mmh shit— Aaahh my god ~! you bite your lip

He grabs your legs and spread them more, you whine and arch your back. You look at him and put your hands on his arm.

- Please South… This is too much, be— you whisper

He grabs both your arms and pin them back above your head then pound harder than he already was into you, you almost yelled. You cry out, curling your toes and shaking your head.

- Aaaghn shit ! you pant, rolling your eyes back

« Feels good, right ? » he grunts

You never felt that good before, but you also feel kinda weird at the same time, maybe because y’all are doing it in public, practically in your workplace, and you can’t be as loud as usual, but it just feel so good that you can’t even think straight.

- Mmmph… Yes it— DOES~~ FUCK ! you stutter

« Yeaah… » he hum, biting his lip

He let go off your hand to rub your clit. His thumb do slow circular mouvements on it and you’re losing your mind. You moan out, putting your hand on your mouth. Amused, he’s going faster. You weep.

- S…South… Please… you hold his hand

« Move your hand. »

- But-

« Move it. » he sigh

- … Nghh fuck~ you close your eyes

« Actually, give it back. »

He take your hand in his and lay it flat on your lower belly.

« Can you feel that ? » he ask, reducing his pace

You feel his length rearranging your insides and how slow it moves. It feels weird to actually feel it under your hand but you can’t deny the fact that it feels good inside. You nod.

- Yes… I can… Feels amazing~~ you whimper

« Yeah… And you taking it so good » he kiss your neck

He grabs your wrists and brings you closer to him. You turn around on all fours and rest your head on the floor, you look back at him.

- G-give me some more bae please… you pant

He put his hands aside your head and penetrate you. You bite your lip as he push himself deeper and deeper. You’re in full excitement and lust when it knocks on the door.

« Everything is alright for you, Y/N ? » ask Benkei at the door

« Tsk ! Not him… » groan South, taking himself out

At this moment, you begin to completely panic. You say shut up to South and clear your throat.

- Yes ! I’m doing gr-AAANGH SHIT ! you yell

South just penetrate back into you in a hard stroke, so deep that it felt like he ticked your cervix. He chuckles behind you, holding your waist. You look back at him.

« Oops » whisper South

« Are you Okay Y/N ?! Why is the door locked ?? » scream Benkei, trying to open the door

- I— I’m fine. Don’t worry about me ! My stretching exercises are getting a lil’ complicated… Haha ! you fake laugh

« … Okay. But at least, leave the door open. Wait I’m opening it for you.

- NO DON’T ! Leave it… Mmh~ That way. you moan

« Like it that way, love ? » ask South

He gives you slow and hard strokes. You’re feeling like you’re about to melt because you feel every inches of him and that excites you more. You bite your lip, nodding.

« Alright then… I guess I’ll see you later. » Says Benkei

- Yes ! See you around… you whisper

« Finally he’s gone… » whisper South

- What if he’s not..?

« Then he can listen to how good I’m fucking you behind the door, I don’t give a fuck ! » he smirks, slapping your ass

- Stop… talking like that… Mmm~ you hum

« Fuck I can’t get over you… he grabs your chin. I want you more and— More ! he groans

He’s now pounding into you as if he was trying to fill you up. You’re moaning mouth open with your arms shaking, on the verge of collapsing. He notices and wrap his hand around your neck then brings you to his chest, taking himself out. You gasp and he takes you in a sloppy kiss. You sit, straighten your legs forward and put your left hand around his neck. He lift your shirt up more and grope your breast, softly caressing your boobs, you moan. He pinch your nipples and rub them in a circular motion.

- Han~~ shit… you whine, stopping the kiss

He grab your neck and kiss you again. His right hand wander down your body before sinking his fingers deep inside you. He is teasing your core with his index, doing slow motions, then his middle finger joins in, hitting your insides. You stop the kiss and gasp in air, drooling on his hand. His left hand leaves your neck for your left boob and he kisses the back of your neck and your shoulders and you’re a moaning mess, melting under his touch as you get wetter and wetter. He chuckles in your ear.

« Look at you… Going dumb on my fingers » he says, curling them

You whim and he grabs your jaw.

« You’re so beautiful… Taking it taking like a good fucking girl » he whisper

You throw your head back and grab his hand.

- Fuck… Please- I’m about to cum… you pant

« Cum on my fingers then » he whisper in your ear « Finish here so I can paint your insides white when we get home… » he nibble your ear

Oh wow. you think

He goes faster with his fingers, same thing with the hand on your breast, he knows that it’s your weak point so he’s stroking it faster. Your legs are shaking as he drills his fingers so fast that you’re on the verge of squirting, which isn’t good. You moan out.

- Here— I’m cumming~~ you whine

He rubs your pussy collecting all of your juices and look at his fingers. Out of breath, you look at them with him.

« You did it… » he kisses your neck

- Please keep going… you turn around to kiss him

He move his head back and put his finger on your mouth. He gets up, dress back up and stroke your chin

« Get up and let’s finish this at home… » he smirks « I’ll go first, then wait for you there, love. »

He winks at you and leave like nothing happened. You’re still seated on the floor, legs spread, top lifted up and all flushed. You’re slowing coming back to reality and shake your head, realizing what just happened.

- Fuck !

You get up, fixing your clothes and hair. You clean the place, put the mat back where it belongs and grabs your stuff to leave. You open the door and Benkei is in front of you.

- Oh shit ! You scared me…

« Mhm. How was your stretching ? » he dryly ask

- My wha— OH YES ! My stretchings… Well… I-it went well yes ! you stammers I’m going home now ! To do more stretchings, yes…

« Y/N I saw and heard everything. »

Oh my god.

« The camera caught y’all. » he crosses his arms

Oh my fucking god you think. Your jaw literally just dropped to your feet and you’re trying to find a way to get you out of this. You nervously bite your lip, trying to say something. Nothing comes out, you’ve simply been caught in 4K and you have no excuses. Benkei sighs, shaking his head and rubbing his forehead. This is bad

« You’re lucky… Extremely lucky… » he says, raising his voice « You’re lucky that I’m the one who saw the camera footage and deleted it. If it was the local guy, you’d be absolutely fucked, and by fucked, I mean banned. For good ! »

You sigh, relieved and raise your head.

- Thank—

« Don’t. Just go home. » he says putting his hand in front of your face

He turns around and go upstairs. You just wanna burry yourself alive right now. You sigh, run to the locker room, take your stuff and leave the gym without changing. You’re walking fast to your apartment thinking about what just happened. You don’t even know when will be the next time you’ll go there, it’ll be so embarrassing to watch Ben in the eyes after that. You shake your head and grunt in the middle of the road, cursing yourself for overthinking.

[…]

You finally arrive to your apartment and get in here. You take your shoes off and leave your stuff on the floor.

« Finally ! I thought you forgot abou— Hey… » whisper South

You get undressed as you walk to the bathroom. You get there, completely naked and get in the shower. You turn the water on and let it run on your body. You rest your forehead on the cold wall in front of you.

- Fuck my life. you sigh

The sliding door opens, reveling South’s huge body. You look at him while he close the door behind him. He smirks.

« Let’s save the water, shall we ? »

- What ? You wanna finish what we started ?

« Nah… I just wanna shower with you. »

You sigh and bump your forehead on his bare chest.

- I’m so ashamed~~ you complain

He chuckles.

« What happened ? You took so long… » he say, wrapping his arms around you

- He saw us… Benkei caught us !

« Oh… Can we have the tape ? »

- South, this is serious right now. He fucking saw and heard us getting nasty… I practically work here !! I’m so screwed now… you fake sob

« Did someone else saw us ? » he ask, moving your hair from your face

- No… He said that he saw it before the local guy could and that he deleted it…

« It’s good then ! »

- I know but he still saw us !

« And ? Good for him ! »

- Ugh, you don’t understand… » you look down at your feet

« … Look at me »

You raise your head.

« It’s not because he saw us that he’ll always bring that up when he’ll see you… Or will always think about it, you can’t control his thoughts. He saw us, he will get over it and so you will ! » he says, holding your waist

- Yeah… I guess you’re right… you put your arms around his waist

« Mhmm… So don’t overthink this. » he strokes your face

- Kiss me now. you smirk

He gives you one on the forehead, one on the lips then he takes you in a passionate kiss. He brings you closer to him as the water falls down on both of your bodies. His hands start to wander on your body and he grabs your ass. Your breath gets heavy, your heart is racing and you feel like your blood is boiling, especially in your ears. You burry your face in his neck, planting kisses and bites on it, caressing his torso.

Your kisses goes down to his chest and you start to lick and suck on his nipple, he hisses. You feel his dick get hard on your stomach, you softly fondle it as you keep kissing and licking his abs, he let a stifled whim out. You stand back up and kiss him ferociously. His right hand caress your inner thigh and lift it. You bite your lip, rub your thighs together before jumping on him. You cling more around his neck and whisper in his ear.

- Put it in.

« … For real ?? » he ask

- Yeah , c’mon do it~~ you grind on it

« Okay okay, I got you ! Let me just grab the lu- »

- Hurry up !

He put you down and put some lubricant on his tip. He turns around, pick you back up and stacks you on the wall, penetrating you, you gasp. You wrap your arms around his shoulders as he moves his hips, slowly stroking inside you. You moan and he kiss your neck, going to your ear.

« Why don’t we bring this in the room ? » he whisper

You glance at him.

[…]

« Haa… Damn ! » he moans

He’s standing in front of you and you’re on the bed, stroking his dick while you suck the tip. You spit all the precum to suck him off again.

« Yeah… Do that thing with your tongue again. » he whisper

You smile and look up at him while you do “that thing”. He squints and throw his head back.

« Mmm— So good, darling. »

You grab his balls, suck them and rub the tip with your thumb. As much as you enjoy having him in your mouth, you want him inside you, you need to feel the girth and the veins moving in your pussy and just the image of that is enough to make you throb.

You lick his whole length before taking it out your mouth, out of breath. You lick your fingers and bite your lip before kissing his tip, looking up at him.

He bite his lip and you turn around, rubbing your ass on it, whining. He take the lube and grabs your left hip.

« You want something ? » he asks, aware of what you want

- Yes… Noww~~ you whimper, resting your head on a pillow

He low breathy « fuck » comes out of his mouth. He bite his lip, pouring the lube on your back and contemplate your dark skin shining while he rubs your ass and back.

« And what is that ? »

- Your dick inside me, give— Ahhh !

« Here it is now… » he says

You bite your lip.

- Y-Yeah~ Give it to me baby… you moan

The bed is now completely soaked with water and your body oiled up made a worse mess on it, while he’s just standing, pounding you from the back. You stand on all fours and take a look back at it. He slow down and let you bounce back and forth on it, making the bed bounce and creak with you. You chuckle, biting your lower lip.

« You having fun ? » he asks

- Uh huh ! Mmm~ you throw your head back

He scoffs and look down at you. He frowns and grunts.

« Damn… too- tight » he mutters

- Aghh… Feels so good, South~ you mumble

He bite his lips and grab your sides. He strokes harder inside you as he pin you down on the bed, you whine and spread your ass cheeks to feel him more and close your eyes on how good it feels, he moans too. You rest your head back on the pillow and lay on your left side, wrapping your leg around his waist so he can fuck you sideways. His first strokes in are slow and he suddenly get faster with it as you whimper at each stroke, putting your hand on your mouth. He grabs your left leg up, so you’re now on your back and facing him, and he push himself in. You moan and he grabs your neck.

« Shit… Fuck… » he whispers

- M- more baby… More ! you whimper

« You’re always so… greedy ! »

He gets on the bed and wrap your legs around his hips to make long sharp thrust, almost pulling out before slamming into you with a strong pace. You frown and close your eyes, nearly screaming.

« Your pussy feel so fucking good, Y/N… I’m going insane ! » he grunts

You’re just moaning and crying in his ear, struggling to take it. You feel your walls squeeze his hardness while he’s aggressively complementing you. He put your left leg up on his shoulder and grabs your face. You look at him in the eyes.

« Your leg is shaking like crazy » he chuckles

- Stop… It’s not funny. you whimper

« Your face is so cute too ! So sexy… » he scoffs, wiping a tear that just rolled down your cheek

- Nghh… More now- ! you whine

He puts his thumb in your mouth and you stare at him with pleading eyes. He groans as you suck his thumb. You tie your arms around his neck and close your eyes, but he can’t accept it.

« Keep your eyes open, pretty, look at me »

You open them, heavily breathing, as you lick his thumb. He smiles.

« There… You’re so pretty, Y/N. I’m so in love with you ! » he say, chewing his lip.

You feel your ears heat up. No matter how much he said this to you, it will always have a reaction out of you. He takes his thumb out and rub it on your lips, you grab his wrist. He goes back on his knees and you whimper, feeling his tip at your entrance. He push it back inside and you choke.

« My bad, I should’ve warned you » he chuckles

- Mmh whatever, just fuck me… » you moan

« Don’t have to tell me twice… » he whisper

He puts his hands up your head and gives you long and slow strokes. You bite your tongue and let a moan out, your toes are curling and your back arches. Your hands leaves his arms to wrap around his neck and hips, he stares at you enamored and bite his lip.

- Mmh shit~ F-faster, baby… you moan

His eyes gets dark, filled with lust and he smiles before grabbing your thighs.

« How fast ? Like this ? »

His pace slightly fasten while he bend over your face. You hisses.

« Or like that ? »

His hips are now smacking your thighs because of how fast he gets. You arch your back, scratching his arms. He kiss your neck and caress your breast.

- Aahh~~ you whine

« Is it how you want it, babe ? » he ask, kissing your chin

His kisses goes up to your cheeks and your lips. You mumble in respond as his lips are brushing against yours. He bites his lip, grabs your jaw and takes you in a hungry kiss. The kiss is sloppy, angry and needy. It’s almost like he was about to eat you full.

« Ngh… I’m gonna cum ! » he groans « …Can I ? » he asks

- Yes ! you moan

« Fuck, I love you… » he grabs your neck

- I-Love you more… you grab his wrist

« I’m gonna impregnate you ! » he lick his upper lip

- Do it ! you chuckles

He chuckles with you as he gets more rough with his strokes. He moans, looking up and you bite your lip, not taking your eyes off him. He’s so hot… you think to yourself. His hands leave your neck and thigh to grabs your sides and push himself deeper, hitting your cervix, you gasp.

« Aahh fuuuck~ ! » he moans

You feel full and your belly is tickling. You sigh and he take himself out, laying down next to you. You look at him with a small grin, he winks. You get on top of him and he looks at you, interrogative.

- I want you more… you whisper, caressing his shoulders

He raise his eyebrows, surprised. He laughs.

« You’re such a greedy person, always so demanding… » he says, caressing your face

- Please~~ you whine, leaning towards him

You bury your face in his neck and kiss it, arching your back, rubbing yourself on his hardness. He sighs, grabs your ass and rub your thighs

« As if I could resist you… Go ahead then, take it all you want… » he smiles, resting his head on his hands

You bite your lip and readjust yourself on it, he hisses and grunts.

« Fuck, I said take it, not break it ! » he says, grabbing your hips

You giggles and wrap your arms around his neck.

- Sorry~

Thank you for reading <3

‼️DO NOT REPOST OR TRANSLATE THIS ‼️

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rubynationwins · 2 years

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~Masterlist~

(last updated 10/22/22)

Hello, I’m Ruby! I’m a 23 y/o plus sized gal who likes to write steamy stories that mostly star my current obsessions *cough* Sebastian Stan & Chris Evens *cough* I often write PlusSize!Reader fics bc curvy babes are gorgeous, gorgeous, girls<3 Currently I’ve been on a dark!fic kick so keep that in mind if u don’t like those topics. Warnings are listed for each fic. Please feel free to talk to me or send me a request, if you want to know if I write for a certain character, just ask! I always appreciate feedback so plz comment, like, reblog, send me a hand written review-or all of the above! I cross-post on my AO3 Ruby_Nation but my works should not be posted anywhere else without my express permission.

🥵 = smut 😈 = dark fic 🥰 = fluff 😭 = angst

Steve Rogers (MCU)

Happy Birthday Mr. America (Drabble) 🥵

Steve Rogers x Plus Size!Reader

A steamy drabble in honor of Chris Evans’ 41st B-day!

The Best Part of Waking Up (One Shot) 🥵

PA! Steve Rogers x Dom!Boss! Reader

His boss may not be a morning person, but it’s up to Steve to get you to work on time. Things don’t exactly go the way he expects, though.

Bucky Barnes (MCU) /Sebastian Stan

Hard To Handle (One Shot, rpf) 😈 🥵

Soft!Dark!Sebastian Stan x Plus Size!Handler!Reader

You risk your safety trying to find Sebastian when he runs off, but you don’t understand why he’s so upset. As his handler, it’s your job to keep him in line. Plus, why would any man try something on a girl like you? He decides to show you just what men are capable of.

When Words Fail (One Shot) 😭 🥰 🥵ish

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Who said running away from your problems couldn’t solve them? Well, Bucky sure didn’t seem to appreciate it.

Sleeping With A Friend (In Progress Series) 😈 🥵 😭

Soft!Dark!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Reader

When Bucky sees what you’re wearing for pajamas–or lack thereof–he can’t help how his body reacts. You’re a heavy sleeper anyway.

Wanna Be Yours (One Shot?) 🥰 😭

Sugar baby!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Reader

You don’t have a problem letting Bucky see other people, but Bucky wants to tell you that you’re all he wants.

Touch Me (Drabble) 😭

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Random angsty late night drabble

Moon Knight Boys (MCU)

I Saw Him Standing There (In Progress Series) *Hiatus*

Marc Spector x reader, eventual Steven Grant x reader

Marc Spector has become somewhat of a regular at your (very legitimate and not at all illegal) business-much to his chagrin. When three months roll by with no word from your grumpy “friend” you decide to search him out. What you discover has you baffled.

Series Masterlist

Lloyd Hansen (The Gray Man)

Actions Have Consequences (Drabble) 😈 😭

Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Lloyd is so happy to have you home, but he needs to show you what happens when you don’t listen to his rules.

Front Row Seat (One Shot) 😈 🥵 😭

Soft!Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Plus Size!Reader

Lloyd gives you something to do while he’s getting information out of his target–keep his cock nice and warm.

Put On The Costume (Drabble) 😭 😈

Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Late night angsty drabble 💍

Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)

What’s In A Name? (One Shot) 😭 🥰

Soft!Ransom Drysdale x Plus Size!Reader

You finally tell Ransom how much you hate the nickname he gave you.

So You Want To Tango? (In Progress Series) 😈 🥵 😭

Stepbro!Ransom Drysdale x Virgin!Plus Size!Reader

All you were trying to do was lose your v-card, was that too much to ask? Apparently so, according to your stepbrother.

Castiel Novak (Supernatural)

Kiddo (Modern Day AU Completed Series) 🥰 😭 🥵

Older Bro’s Best Friend!Castiel x College Student!Reader

What can a girl do when the guy she’s loved since middle school still calls her “Kiddo”? Well, maybe a night no one expected and a few too many drinks can change everything

Pt.1

Pt. 2

Pt. 3 🥵

Jack Kline (Supernatural)

Baking With The Devil’s Son (One Shot) 🥰

Jack Kline x Reader Platonic Relationship

It’s Jack’s birthday and you’re gonna make sure it’s a celebration to remember! Which means you get to deal with baking the cake. Jack does have some concerns about your expertise, though. (For @squirrel-moose-winchester Crack Fic Challenge. My prompt was ‘Jack Asks Questions’)

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yinyunnsworld · 1 year

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HI YIN!!!!! WE HAVE THE SAME NAME twinzies??? 🤔🤔🤔 i absolutely love with your rinne fanfic IT HAD ME ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT!

can i please pleaasee request a scenario where fem!reader is very upset because she feels like shes not up to her own expectations n rinne comes in makes stupid rinne comment, reader snaps thinkifn rinne could never understand since he was born smart n it ends in rinne comforting her YEA THE REST ILL LEAVE IT UP TO YOU!

im so excited to see how u write this if u decide too HAPPYY WRITING!!!!! 🫶🫶🫶🫶

Doesn’t Always Mean You’re Dumb

character: Rinne

Reader: female

Genre: angst, comfort.

Words: 1944

Warning: OOC, broken grammar, not read proofed

A/N: WAH THANK YOU? And OMGG we have the same name!! You can call me with a second name if you want! And thank you very much for requesting also liking my Rinne fics!😭💕 I’m sorry for the late post, I’ve been busy and only just got my freedom around three or four days ago and created 4 attempts on this to choose which one I want to present to you.

Come by often as a reader or as someone you want to talk with!! Hope you’ll enjoy this and have a nice day💕

Everyone around her age achieved so much, only she couldn’t or didn’t have anything to accomplish. The only thing she was capable of was smiling, entertain the elders of her family and coat her words with sweet nothing. (Name) could only watch her siblings reach higher than her, achieving outstanding results whilst (Name) sat by the chair confiding in the gossip of the elders.

And only of that, she’s considered—dumb. After all, what’s the point in being smart and a high achiever if in the end, she’d only stand behind the kitchen counter and serve her husband?—her elders spoke the same to her ears everywhere she went.

That alone wasn’t enough.

——

Walking into the apartment, the girl’s mask tore off—she inhaled sharply, feeling like sharp arrows aimed at her chest whenever she exhaled. She placed away her shoes then walked straight to her bedroom, finding the mess of her bed covered in dirty laundries she hadn’t done.

Though work was still stacking on the other side of her room, the computer calling her to work for another hour, she was left in dilemma whether or not she should choose to finish the undone chores or the work stacking on her desk.

Today was stressful, wasn't it?

The second she placed her bag, a ding from her phone echoed in her ears. (Name) searched through her bag full of documents she planned to get done tonight, her hands scurried through to find the device.

As she finally had her phone, the stoic e/c eyes paid no mind towards the name and just placed the item next to her head. A raspy dried voice that hadn’t drunk anything, spoke, “(Name) speaking. Who’s this?”

“Take a guess,” a familiar voice said, a smile audible to her ears playing along with the words. The h/c haired girl took a second to look at her phone, then back to continue her call.

To be honest, she didn’t need to look at the caller, just his voice alone was enough for her to guess who it may be. Her cheeks itched to be lifted up, to add just a tiny bit to her e/c irises, and so she obeyed her body’s will and came to smile even if the caller couldn’t possibly paint her face.

“Hey, Rinne.”

“Hm, your voice becomes softer than before! Kyahahaha, did you miss me?”

Ah, there he went, his signature laugh. Albeit having her pissed, it relieved her to know by his laugh—the tensed body soothed out on its own with a gentle smile to caress her face. “And if I tell you I don’t?”

“Too bad I won’t believe you,” Rinne spoke, from the other side of the phone, causing her to let out a tender chuckle, finally one after the whole day spending her time contemplating on things she never needed to.

“Hey, (Name). How was your day?”

How was her day?

She spent a few hours trying to hold back cursing at her elders, smiling and sat on the chair humbly whilst the elders boasted of their descendants’ achievements. Everyone always spoke as if (Name) wouldn’t understand, when in fact she heard everything but could only smile and nodded.

To think that the word, “it’s great” no longer felt like deceiving someone else just for their sake was the best choice—added with the exhaustion to even keep herself composed as she tried to prove her words—(Name) couldn’t bring herself to do it.

“It… wasn’t the best. It’s okay though, don’t worry. How about yours?” She quickly switched. “Not bad actually. Just feeling like I’m missing something.”

“What that might be? Your gambling habit?”

“Nah, that’s not it. After all, I have her with me right now.”

An exhausted yet hearty laugh broke out of her lips, a bit louder than she intended but to the others, the laugh was just a whisper from a child not being able to speak for the whole day. “So that’s why you came and called me?”

“Hahahahah! Aren’t you supposed to be glad you have me? Anyways, let’s hear from you. What’s up today?”

“What do you mean, what’s up?”

Rinne let out a laugh, just short—nothing exaggerated, “You said your day wasn’t the best. What happened?”

(Name)’s e/c irises gazed down to the floor, her back slid to the ground as she ran her hand through her hair. An attempt to smile tried to paint her face, only for her to feel the heaviness weighing her down. “I’m an idiot,” she stated, though she was sure it was as if the wind entered in her room and brought her remaining courage to speak, away.

“What?”

“I’m an idiot,” she spoke again, hoping it was audible enough to the other side whilst she was there—playing the hem of her clothes, trying to keep herself distracted from the heaviness weighing her chest.

The warm sensation swarming her eyes fought its war. “Every time I look around me, people are smiling at me but they always treat me like I’m a fool. It’s not about my day. I don’t think you would want to hear it.”

She expected nothing out of him, she didn’t expect for him to laugh, shake it off, nor gave her comfort—a daughter and a woman like her wouldn’t need any of that. If she was indeed useless as how people said her to be, then what’s the point in comforting her?

Instead, the least expected for the words she hated to hear: “Hahaha! Yeah, so?”

That.

Couldn't that be the reason she considered hanging up the phone call right?

So? What did he mean, so?

“…” her voice lost its words—she was far too exhausted to think about it. “I’m… busy and tired—“ (Name) stopped her trails of words, slowly realizing the venom stirring her words unconsciously, though she didn’t mean to.

“(Name)? What I was trying to say was—for what must you think about those? It’s not like they mean a thing to you—“

“What do you know anyway what means to me and what doesn’t?”

As soon as she said those words, silence filled them in. None dared to speak—though words were swirling in her head, begging her to let it out, she couldn’t bring herself to utter another. The heaviness of her phone weighed itself more.

She was expected of a daughter, if could not be the one everyone desired her to be, the least she could do was to smile and sit down. He was much of a contrast to her—the striking ocean eyes would always glaze themselves on the world without having to look down, his chest raised up like his dignity where no one could step on him, his words always match with his ways that she would believe every word he spoke.

He was born that way—a perfect human being.

“(Name), I didn’t mean it like tha—“

“I have to go now. My superior is calling me.” And just like that, she turned off her phone and threw it to her bed, leaving her frame alone in the corner of her room, to leave her mull over the words she said.

Ah, even in the brink of heat, she couldn’t be any more smart.

———

An hour had passed, she gazed at the analog next to her hands as she scrolled on her computer. The sound of keyboards clicking was enough to be audible, the weight on her shoulder increased more as time passed by.

“Eleven o’clock,” her lips drew out, unconsciously breathing out.

Ding!

Her phone rang. Wanted or not her attention turned over to the phone showing the caller’s name written clear on the screen. A sigh ran through her lips again, the desire to hang up and go back to her work was as strong as the urge to pick up.

However, the words still left her annoyed. Maybe it was actually her fault, that she should’ve apologized first, and that he didn’t actually mean a thing and she was the one who just took things too seriously—

“Hey. Why are you calling this late, Rinne?”

“Come out. I’m waiting at the playground in your apartment. And no buts.”

Waiting for her outside? She turned to look at the window, seeing the sky painted itself with a deep void of black adorned with the least amount of stars. As she reached for the window, a fog formed by the slightest touch.

(Name) checked on her phone, seeing the temperature outside. “It’s late. Go home or you’ll catch a cold.”

“Well I guess you have to come for me to go home. Be quick, it’s hella freezing outside.”

“Wha—hey!”

The dial tone echoed in her ears instead of his further affirmation voice, signaling he’d ended the call and left her with no choice but to obey his command. Had he lost his mind?

***

Walking down the cold playground, a fog formed whenever she let out a sigh upon casting her eyes onto the waiting red haired male. Heaviness lingered her heart either way, not knowing nor caring what brought him here to her. What did he want to say?

An extra jacket on her hand lingered there, stopping her from leaving and returning to her room. She knew he would come, with nothing to keep him warm other than his casual clothing—it had become a habit to bring in a jacket for his every visit.

The red haired man peeked from the side of his eyes, having the moonlight bathe his own ocean ones. “Hey, so you’re finally here! I thought you wouldn’t come downstairs for a sec there,” he exclaimed, ending it with a laughter.

(Name), however, only walked closer to him and threw the jacket. “You’ll catch a cold. Stop running here without anything to keep you warm at night,” she scolded, only to earn a grin from him as he replied, “Cause I know you’ll keep me warm.”

Unfazed, she let out a sigh for another time whilst making her way towards the smiling Rinne. “Why did you call me here? It’s late and I have to sleep early.”

“I just want to see you, can’t I do that?” He asked, sounding more to be a demand as if what the world has is what he’s owed with. The usual mischief adorned the same eyes that tonight, (Name) couldn’t bear to admire.

She pursed her lips, refused to say another word. “I’m… sorry,” he spoke out of the blue, attaining her attention. For instance, no one had ever apologized to her for the words and things they did, since she “wasn’t” capable of understanding the ways of their actions.

The girl could only stay silent. “What I’m trying to say is that you shouldn’t mind their words and start learning how to be yourself. If anything, they’re dumb since they don’t get you at all. They’re too ‘normal’ to the point that seeing something new and fresh tears them down.”

Ah, she wondered what had she done to deserve this.

Seeing the silence from her, no words uttered out from her lips, Rinne could only sigh. He raised his hand, a little bit reluctant, but still did—gently, hoping it might convey the things he wished to say, and brought her to him.

That alone brought her to surprise, but she couldn’t dare to go against his will. And just like that, she could only bask in deeper for his warmth during the cold night—enough to resemble the coldness that was borne by the daughter herself. “You don’t have to change to meet their standards. Let the elders be as they’d always been, they’ll never change so just focus on yourself.”

Ah, how much she yearned to hear those.

A stupidity was never a stupidity. It was just a way of a human living that others deemed to be not normal to their understanding.

“You’re awesome as you are, so don’t let those words eat you.”

#x reader #ensemble stars #ensemble #ensemble stars imagines #ensemble stars x reader #enstars imagines #enstars x reader #enstars #rinne amagi #rinne amagi x reader

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letstrywritingmaybe · 3 months

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I’m so fucking tired, the switch to being a morning person is wild. I’ve never been that girlie and I never thought I could be but I’m loving my new job so far. Literally couldn’t be happier, I’m sure as it goes I’ll find things I may not enjoy but so far it’s been amazing. But again this was my first week and I don’t know shit yet. Enough about that, writing wise I’m so sorry I’m super behind. I’m still determined to keep weekly updates for the sibling verse, (delaying posting cause I’m supporting Palestine.) But I want to do multiple updates and at the very least give Vordark my beloved the weekly updates. But I’m too tired to try and write right now, so it’ll have to wait till tomorrow or maybe even Sunday. I’ve been working like nonstop the past three weeks and I don’t even have my Pens to keep me energized. Don’t even get me started on irl relationships with people, I’m still upset. But yeah I’m hoping to be on it soon

Update: dreaming up yet another shinshi verse I can’t write cause I have too many WIPs and I just can’t. But I’m hoping to start the next chapter of the sibling verse before I have to actually get up and ready!

Update 2: I started the next chapter of the sibling verse but had to do some errands and now I’m tired again. I’m gonna nap then watch the mean girls movie then hopefully finish the chapter. We shall see (I did finish the chapter!). Alright, I should have the full day today besides football and airport run way late. So I’m hoping to pick back up on the valentines event, then midnight rain, then the pov series that’s taken me too damn long already to start *sigh but also I would like to read one of my book books too. I’m feeling so behind in everything, and while it’s cause I’ve been so busy. I just wish I could be more on top of things, but I’m only human and it’s been very exhausting existing lately. Most of it is still very filling and I really do truly love my new job but there’s so much I have to learn!

Update 3: irl continues to be a lot. I did not get to go about my day off the way I wanted. It ended up being way stressful, but on the bright side I booked another trip cause of course I did. Okay now I’m gonna try and write. The curse of my main character energy continues, please just let me live my filler episode dreams!!! 😭😭😭

I’m halfway through with the valentine event I think, and idk why I’m exhausted. But I guess I’ve had a long week and today was a lot also. I’m gonna take a nap before I have to go to the airport and pick someone up. Idk if I’ll get more writing done after, and any tomorrow but I will try. At the very least, I’m going to update either the sibling verse or midnights. I believe I’m caught up on comments now, I love when I get to read fics! But now it’s time for bed cause unfortunately I need to be a morning person. One more day off but it’s going to be very busy with rl stuff again *sigh hoping I get some writing done but I’m not holding my breath. Now excuse me while I continue to dream about this fic I have no intention of writing, it’s another memory loss one cause of course it is

Update 4: I’m about to go to sleep cause I need to be a morning person (yes I’m going to keep talking about this until it actually happens) but I think I’m done with the valentines event! Super short chapters so it wasn’t that hard to do, but I’m just glad I got it done! Now I can go back to working on my projects I wanna do once I get used to my schedule. Also I ended up updating the sibling verse instead of midnights cause of my time stamp thing, but I will try again tomorrow

#cynful babbles #I just feel like rl has been a lot and lots of ups and downs #almost too much for me to handle but luckily more good things than bad but it’s making me feel on edge

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causticsunshine · 11 months

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Omg I want to read that new fic so bad, I loove your writing but I think I unfortunately have some trust issues when it comes to you finishing your wips😭 Which I really don’t blame you for but I don’t know if I can do this again, please give me some reassurance that you plan to finish it?

hello anon!

i know i have a lot of wips to get back to as well—forever my curse—so i totally get wanting to wait until something is finished to be invested or being generally apprehensive to start a WIP, but i want to put this out there again because i’ve been seeing a lot of these kinds of comments lately, not just regarding my work but some other peoples’ as well. i hope it doesn’t come across as pointed or passive aggressive, but:

it’s not really up to the readers or audience to dictate when something should be updated/posted/etc., simply because they want it to be. and consistently asking or hinting about wanting an update or even saying you might not read something just because it’s a wip isn’t very motivating for the author, even if it’s done with the intention of portraying hopefulness or encouragement.

not to be repetitive on my end or list out excuses, but in regards to why i have so many wips, i’m just a busy person and i have a lot on my plate. as i assume a lot of other people with wips are—at least partially.

as i’ve shared previously, i work a full time job, i do art and other creative things, i have a decently active social life, i also have issues with my mental and physical health that take time away from things i’d rather be doing / make things generally harder for me to do a lot of the time. i just have a lot on my plate 99% of the time besides the fact that most of my writing is done for fic fests, and because my pieces tend to fall on the actual book length end of things, i often fall behind when i don’t mean or want to.

it doesn’t help that i was also overly ambitious last year signing up for fests and didn’t consider how much time i’d actually need to write anything—plus, sometimes you just get stuck on stuff even when you know exactly how you’d like it to go, and that can affect your writing process just as much as not having the time, having other things that need tending to, what have you.

and ultimately, writing is still just a hobby of mine! despite my dedication, i don’t want to turn it into a chore just so i can force myself to constantly put stuff out. and i can’t write when i don’t have the motivation or want to; what i put out when i force myself is absolute garbage and takes more time to fix and rewrite than just waiting to write until i’m in the right headspace.

in terms of my 1d fics, i still intend to finish all of them. just as i’ve said before, i just can’t give clear timelines as to when for xyz numerous reasons, many of which i’ve already touched on.

and my dear anon, i 100% understand why people may not like to read wips out of fear they won’t be finished, or may wait until something is done to read it for that reason—i’ve done it too! guilty as charged!—but consistently or at least on more than one occasion asking for assurances that something is going to be finished, especially when an author has made such assurances that something will be updated/finished (which i very much try to do!) but has something going on which is preventing a timely update from happening, very likely isn’t going to help with that update coming sooner.

for the record, i do very much appreciate your passion and desire to keep reading my work! with this current fic, i’m spending my time after work, as well as on my days off where i actually don’t have anything going on, continuing to write and edit. i’ll also be finishing it before going back and working down my wip list just because i’ve been so proactive and motivated with working on it. if you’d still like to read but would like to wait, or whatever you may choose to do, go ahead! but i am actively and continually working to finish it before i go back to finish other pieces!

apologies for dumping this all in my reply to you—especially as i’m assuming you’ve already inquired about my wips before. this is just really the last time i plan to touch on this topic, and concerning any potential messages i get on this topic from anyone in the future, i don’t think i will be answering them.

tldr: anyway, anon, i once again do thank you for reading my work and liking it so much you feel compelled to check in on updates! all i can do though is assure you that despite the gaps in time you see between updates, my intention is always to finish my works (at least for this community). if that ever changes, i will make an announcement, but i don’t count on that happening anytime soon.

best wishes and thank you again—i hope when this fic is finished you will enjoy reading! 🩷

#anon #answered #writing things

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gaysindistress · 5 months

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LOVED the bucky imagine with them having a secret crush on each other, and y/n confessing before her date❤️ But there was WAY TOO LITTLE GROVELING😭 I need Bucky to be begging her for forgiveness after all he made her go through. I mean, SHE WAS HAVING PANIC ATTACKS FOR GOD SAKE. If you make a part 2, please include some grovelling for my sanity❤️

Hey babes,

It’s time we have a discussion about the expectations surrounding requests.

I’m very grateful and appreciative of the ones that I’ve received as well as all of the new people and support. With this influx, I’ve noticed a few things that I feel need to be addressed when it comes to requests. Id like to acknowledge that the overwhelming majority of people have been very kind and understanding. I’d also like to say that this is not meant to be negative or an attack on anyone and I was already planning on adding a similar note to my guidelines. Moving right along…

First and foremost, requests are not a guarantee.

I do my best to write all of them however I can’t guarantee that I will as not everything will work with my muse. I don’t think it’s fair to post a fic that isn’t up to my personal standards simply because it’s a request. I want everything on my blog to reflect the love and respect I have for writing which means I’ll only post what I feel is good quality. I’m also not going to force myself to write something just because someone asked me to. Again it goes against my quality over quantity rule (which applies my non requested fics as well).

Secondly, writing is a hobby for me.

As much as I would love to get paid to write and post, I don’t. This is all done simply because i want to. I have a very busy life outside of tumblr so my free time is limited and there’s even less to devote to my blog. I also started posting as a form of self care and in order to keep it that way, I give myself limits on how much time I devote to writing and working on my blog. Obviously I’m more active some days than others or not at all and that is okay. Personally I would much rather see a writer go MIA for a few weeks so they can recoup than watch them lose their passion entirely and disappear.

Third and finally, remember to always be kind and have empathy.

It’s easy to forget that there is person behind the username and profile picture. Even though our words may be typed, they still have an effect on people and we have to be mindful of that.

In regard to this particular ask, I truly believe that this person only meant to give feedback and did not intend to insult me. However the fact still remains that I was genuinely hurt by it and even cried when I first read it. Now that I’ve had the day to reflect, I understand what they were trying to say despite the poor word choice which leads me to my next point.

While I don’t believe it wasn’t meant to be hurtful, this is a backhanded compliment and not how you give appropriate feedback. Giving feedback can be very complicated because it’s easy to say and mean one thing but it comes across the complete opposite way.

If you’re going to give someone feedback, always make sure to say something positive it is important to let people know what they are doing well addition to what needs improvement. It doesn’t have to be an elaborate essay where their usage of tone words is analyzed. It can be as simple as commenting on how well they described the setting.

Second; be specific about what needs improvement. If you’re making food and ask someone to taste it because something isn’t right, you wouldn’t want them to just say “yeah it’s missing something.” You would want to be told exactly what is missing and how much to add. The same thing applies to writing. Tell the writer exactly what needs improvement and be prepared to explain your thoughts. In this case, “add more groveling” is the “yeah it’s missing something.” There aren’t specifics for me to focus on and brainstorm for. Making specific recommendations like “I would like to see more of the panic attacks so the audience gets a better feel for how deeply his behavior affected her” are going to give a writer more to work with and thus produce better results.

And lastly a writer is not required to accept feedback. I feel like this is pretty self explanatory; feedback is someone’s opinion and no one is required to listen to it.

All in all, I’m not trying to bash this anon and I hope that if they read this, they don’t see it that way. Had this not been an anon, I would have addressed it privately and just added something simple to my guidelines like I said in the beginning.

Once again thank you for all of the support and encouragement. It means so much more than I can ever say 💕

Love,

Rose 🌹

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oh so it's a bad habit, I thought it was a way for you to not think too much and get anxious about it. was that a rhetorical question? I really didn't understand jdjkska (I'm still sleepy sorry, I woke up earlier than usual) I don't know if it's any use but as I mentioned before, but I think your fics have the amount of information necessary to give context to the reader and let them get involved in the situation happening there without getting something too massive and tiring or getting too dry and with nothing to base it on, but I understand that your struggle with this doesn't seem to be new so it's not something that a compliment can change overnight, but I hope you can become more confident about it over time because your writing is that good. hmm so you like having me as your only star? BUT WAIT, why do we need to revisit the greedy talk? I didn't say anything, I'm really (trying really hard now) behaving 😭 “this peace won’t last long” UM- EXCUSE ME?? you're doing it on purpose to prove me wrong, I see you and it won't work

nah, you're okay, and I was too busy finding it funny to think about it. and don't worry, take your time, it's okay, you can take as long as you want to respond. WHAT ATTITUDE? I swear you're making some accusations just to throw me off track and not give me my third star 🤏😎 am i.... 🤏🕶️🤨 right??

I knew it!!ksjakka use on me later? 🤨

I'm trying to act cool right now because it distracted me- but now I am SHOCKED by your lack of faith in me!! why do you think I won't make it? I'm literally getting it very easily.

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i think it's both at this point. yeah, it was just a stupid joke before i went off on my rant lmao. [don't apologize, you're fine!] i know you've said it before but like you said, this is something i’ve been struggling with for a while so some extra reassurance doesn't hurt at all. i really appreciate your support. and your understanding ‘cause it still baffles me how well you understand the intentions behind what i write. and yes, i do like having you as my only star and that's what the greedy comment was about 👀 maybe i’m just trying to test you to see how sincere you are, think about that 😄

i know i could take forever to reply and you wouldn't mind but that means we wouldn't get to talk as much which is quite a sad thought. you don't consider your little “nu-uh no way” as attitude???

well, considering you're pretty much the only person i talk to, it's not like i can use it/send it to anyone else so 😐😑😐😑

i’d like to hear more about you being distracted 👀 i don't know, you just have that vibe. like you'll make me believe you're super behaved and then BAM, you'll throw something at me and leave my mind blank again. i’m just trying to stay vigilant so i don't end up looking like a fool.

#rubix replies #🌟

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I read you were taking requests, so if you’re up for it, Codywan, but cowboys! I’ve been reading @glimmerglanger “Home (On the Range)” fic and Cody is a cowboy hehe. If you haven’t read it yet I HIGHLY recommend the last chapter is coming out Friday :3 Also I love your art it makes me so happy, have a lovely day!

Aw thank you! ❤️ I’m happy you enjoy it! And yesss I binge read this entire thing the other day and I LOVED it! That porch scene after they get caught in the rain was my favorite thing ever 🥰 this whole fic is full of soft and cute moments, I definitely recommend giving it a read if anyone hasn’t yet.

Also, @glimmerglanger you’re an absolute genius and I love you for sharing all your amazing work with us 💕

#thanks for the request!#I’ve been so busy I still need to comment on the fic 😭#but yes that porch scene.. when he pushes up Cody’s hat and says ‘oh hello’ 🥺#and Ben being such a flirt #it’s so fckn cute #this isnt exactly the position they’re in on the porch but it’s what I could do in the time I had sorry! 🥲#and am I good at drawing cowboy hats? no. 😂#star wars #clone wars #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #codywan #star wars au #fic rec

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a lover’s redemption | prologue

pairing ↠ mafia leader!park jimin x reader

genre ↠ mafia AU — romance/action (angst, fluff, smut)

18+ | warnings ↠ all sorts of crime (including: drug and arms trade, embezzlement, mentions of kidnapping and attempted kidnapping), frequent use of guns and knives, gore (non-descriptive), mild injuries to multiple characters including reader, death.

word count ↠ 6.3k

summary ↠ Blood, business and betrayal is all that Park Jimin has ever known, but when you cross paths again, the stakes are raised even higher and he finds himself battling his conscience, and his heart.

taglist is open – dm/comment/send an ask to be added <3

notes ↠ this is one of the fics i’ve been most excited to share since i came up with the idea almost a year ago now, i hope i can do justice to the story that’s in my head LOL. with the next part, i’ll be sharing the series masterlist and a glossary of sorts to keep up with the characters + locations as the story progresses :) for now: sehun — reader’s dad. biggest thank you to mimi @personasintro for putting up with me for the last few months when i’ve been so annoying 😭 i really appreciate your help and support so so so much! ❤️+ my sweet ash, @jimilter thank you for being the most supportive and lovely beta (i have changed this a little too since you read it i think ) <3 + hadi @amourtae for listening to me so many times and always checking in 🥺 + hana @cutechim + naia @opaljm for helping me out too! (it was a while ago now lol) 🥰 lastly, if you read it, please tell me how you find it send a comment/dm/send an ask it means so much to me <3

29th June 2011

Sehun was tired. His day was dragging on and the throbbing in his head only seemed to get worse by the hour. All he really wanted was to spend the rest of his evening at home with his family, to hug his wife while they would both listen to you talk about your day, but he was still stuck here. Lines creased his forehead as he sat across from the two men he has only ever called his closest friends – brothers – yet these days, it seems less so.

“This isn’t what we agreed,” he said, lowering his voice.

Neither of the two men said anything at first, certainly having expected this response. Lee Han-Jae at least had the decency to look somewhat concerned by Sehun’s disapproval, reaching forward to pour himself a drink.

“It’s wrong, we don’t do stuff like this, it’s more for the likes of the Takahashi or the Cheong’s,” Sehun presses. “Not us, never us.”

Lee Han-jae was the first to speak. “But what if it is us?”

If Sehun hadn’t known the man for long, he wouldn’t have been able to detect the impatience hidden behind the curiosity in his tone. But he had, he’d known him for nineteen years.

Han-jae slides the drink in front of Sehun instead.“We have all the power to help these people, we can do this.” He glanced sideways to the third man in the room.

Cold eyes and hard set features, Park Jihoon merely nodded before speaking. “He’s right, Sehun,” he said, unmoving in his seat. His eyes were focused on your father. “And it only puts us at an advantage. Everyone will be on our side.”

“Everyone’s already on our side,” Sehun said, impatience cutting through his tone. “We don’t need this, it’s not right.”

“We’ve already spoken to all the families involved. They’ve agreed on the price and most of them are happy to proceed—”

“They’ve agreed to sell their own family into prostitution to make their debts disappear?” Sehun interrupted sharply, missing the way Jihoon’s fingers curled into his fist.

Han-jae paused, eyes flickering with brief uncertainty as his lifelong best friend looked at him in anger. “Don’t say it like that, we’re not criminals, it’s not like we’re forcing them–”

Sehun’s patience was running short. “You’re giving them no choice, it’s either this, or you kill them, right?”

“No.” Han-jae’s gaze sharpened. “We’re setting them up for a better life than those kids would ever have, and with the nightclub we can legitimize our money, that’s what you wanted, is it not?”

Releasing a sigh, Sehun leaned back into the leather couch. “Not like this. Under our names the club will be successful enough, we don’t need to buy innocent men and women from these desperate families to make it better—”

“We’re not buying them,” Jihoon cut in calmly. “Their service is owed to us.”

The nonchalance in Jihoon’s tone flared anger in Sehun. “No, the service of criminals who have wronged us is what is owed to us, not of their innocent family members,” he responded, looking between his two friends. “How would you feel if it was Jimin?” he asked Jihoon before turning to Han-jae. “Or Taemin?”

Jihoon’s expression remained unchanged, however Han-jae sighed, pouring himself another drink. No one said anything as he emptied his glass, and when he finished, he still seemed unsure.

“They’ll do better under our watch. We’ll give them housing, an education, more money than they’ll ever see in their lifetime if they are to stay living as they are now.”

“No,” Sehun shook his head. “If you really cared about helping them then you would give them that without asking them to live a life indebted to you.”

“So what do you suggest we do then?” Jihoon asked, only now sitting forward as he tilted his head, awaiting an answer.

“Find some other way for the men to pay the debts. We never have any shortage of dirty work that needs doing, they can be tasked to those jobs,” your father answered swiftly.

Han-jae and Jihoon looked at each other for only a brief second before Jihoon nodded and sat back again.

“Alright,” Han-jae said quietly, looking back at your father. “We’ll try to stop it.”

“Try?”

“The kids have already been moved to a remote location—”

“Then bring them back.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Oh come on, Han-jae,” Sehun couldn’t help but scoff. “You speak of being the most powerful man in Seoul and yet you can’t stop an operation you’ve started.”

“Will you help us then?” Jihoon asked as though testing how far his friend is willing to go.

“Of course,” your father’s answer came with no hesitation, his heart hurting as he thought of you in the same position as those kids. “Whatever you need.”

“Very well then,” Jihoon said, looking at Han-jae and raising his glass. “We bring them back.”

•

It’s an hour later that Sehun could tell that something was up, and it was Jimin who made him realise.

Halfway through dinner, Han-jae received a text. “Gentlemen,” he said, clearing his throat and wiping his mouth. “I’ll have to excuse myself momentarily to deal with some business for the house.” He got up and looked at his son. “Taemin, come with me.”

Taemin nodded, getting up and doing as he was told.

As Sehun watched Taemin leave, he didn’t see Jihoon and Han-jae exchange glances, however he looked back and saw Jimin staring down at his plate, jaw tight and fist clenched on the table unlike moments prior.

No one else was paying him any attention as Han-jae and Taemin left the room, leaving Sehun with Jimin and Jihoon, as well as a few of the other Lee men.

Jihoon carried on eating, his knife cutting into his steak as Sehun watched him and Jimin.

Then, Jimin looked up and accidentally met Sehun’s gaze. He swallowed, eyes telling far too much before he blinked and looked away.

•

He said his goodbyes, allowing Han-jae and Taemin to walk him out to his car before he got in and drove off the property, but Sehun didn’t go home later that night.

Parking off on a quiet road less than a mile out and hidden from sight, he got out of his car and went to the trunk, opening up a hidden compartment at the bottom and pulling out his hand gun. It took him no more than twenty minutes to get back to the property, evading all the security measures he was familiar with since he had them for his own home, and slipped into the back of the courtyard.

He stayed quiet, hiding behind some of the foliage decorating the yard, and for a moment, there was nothing. Just the steady blowing of the wind through the trees surrounding the property. He didn’t know exactly what he was waiting for, he just knew it was something. Then he heard it.

Harsh whispering and muffled sounds coming down the steps of the back entrance. One look up and his heart froze when he saw someone being dragged out of the house, mouth gagged and hands tied yet she still fought as hard as she could. But there were three men dragging her to the car, struggling, however still succeeding to throw her into the trunk, and then Sehun saw her face.

He felt a rush of emotions — anger, betrayal, disappointment and determination — when he realised it was Ji-young being thrown into the car.

Sehun always had his suspicions that Han-jae cared little for his step-daughter from his late wife who he also cared little for, especially considering he isn’t Ji-young’s father, but he never would have expected his friend to do something like this.

At that moment, he knew that his friends lied to him, and Han-jae was meaning to send Ji-young away to the same fate as those others.

So Sehun did what he had to do, unknowingly sealing his fate, and that of your family by saving Ji-young behind Han-jae’s back.

It was easy enough to take out the first two men as they made their way back into the house, unaware of their surroundings. He used his pocket knife, a clean cut to the throat so they couldn’t cry out and draw any attention. He shoved their bodies onto the grass before trailing alongside the car to get to the third guy climbing into the driver’s seat.

With great force, Sehun pulled the guy out of the car, slamming him into the side of the vehicle. The man had some weight on Sehun but not much skill. As he tried to grab his gun, Sehun jabbed him hard in the neck before taking the gun and slamming the butt end into his face a few times.

His body fell to the floor with a heavy thud and Sehun was well aware that the sound of the scuffle would have grabbed the attention of someone nearby – he needed to hurry.

Wiping the spattered blood from his face, he rushed to the trunk. Ji-young trembled, wailing into the cloth tied around her mouth as she looked up at your father. Relief instantly flooded her features as she recognised him.

“It’s okay,” Sehun shushed her gently, working as fast as he could to untie her hands. “Get in the back of the car, I’m right here, okay? We need to get you away from here.”

Ji-young nodded frantically, tears staining her cheeks. “O-okay.” She wiped her tears away, pulling off the last of the bonds as Sehun rushed to pick up the first of the bodies from the floor.

He struggled while dragging the first to the trunk, but as he started shoving it into the car, Jiyoung was there helping him. He paused, looking at her warily. She simply nodded, averting her eyes away from the dead body in front of her to finish shoving the man’s legs inside the trunk.

Together, they got the bodies in the trunk and within a few minutes, they were driving off the Lee property and into the night.

present

The loud bang echoes across the space but you don’t wait for the sound to settle. Pushing your index finger down, you take another shot, and another, and another.

Time passes quickly when you're here, ten minutes quickly turning into an hour. You stay for as long as it takes for you to feel lighter, more sure of yourself.

Lowering the gun onto the table, you let your shoulder relax as you try to scrutinise the target fifty yards ahead of you, before turning away to head towards the door leading out of the range. However, before you even get there, you pause.

Yoongi stands ahead of you, leaning against the wall. He gives you a small smile when you look his way, but there’s no hiding the solemn expression his face shows. Letting out a small sigh, you nod, motioning for him to walk out with you.

Once out of the range, you pull your ear defenders off while Yoongi takes the gun from you to safely return.

“You’ve improved,” he muses, nodding in acknowledgement to the staffer who checks off the weapon.

Slipping into your jacket, you glance across at him. “You think so?”

“Mhm,” he nods, stepping towards the exit and placing his hands in his trouser pockets as he faces you. Yoongi has always been one to dress smart no matter what the occasion. “You always used to miss the mark by a few inches, now you’re almost there.” He smiles again, this time a bit brighter.

Shooting him a playful look, you respond while grabbing the last of your belongings, “I’m just out of practice, it's been a while.”

“Ah, well it’s a good thing you’ve started again,” he says, this time his voice is lower, making you look up at him. He’s no longer smiling and he doesn't try to disguise his concern. Your expression falls in response and a silent exchange passes between you.

“Not here,” he mutters, nodding towards the door.

Less than fifteen minutes later, you find yourself seated outside a convenience store with him, sipping on some chocolate milk. You take long sips, wondering what it could be; truthfully, you’re not sure if you really want to know. Yoongi says nothing until you ask him first, so with a quiet sigh, you place your half full carton down on the table.

“So,” you say quietly, “What is it this time?”

Yoongi lowers his carton too, fingers twiddling with the straw. “The Cheong’s are back on the street,” he says, cutting to the chase as he always does (and you prefer it that way). “They intercepted a cargo shipment that was meant to dock at Gwangyang Port for DK Pharmaceuticals yesterday.”

“What was in the shipment?”

“Opioids.”

A sigh escapes you. That’s the last thing you hoped it was; you would’ve preferred it to be a shipment of handguns. Opioids back on the streets only means that the rich are preying on the weak and vulnerable again.

“Is anyone doing anything about it?”

Yoongi pauses, looking at you in apprehension. “I thought I’d come to you first.” You’re about to say something but Yoongi quickly continues. “I know you’re trying to get out of it but you helped me out a lot last time and I could really use your help now. No one knows you’re back in Seoul and that puts us at an advantage.”

“No one except you,” you note, watching your friend steadily.

“No one except me,” he repeats. “I’m taking your secret to the grave with me.”

You nod in acknowledgement, picking up your carton to take another long sip. “What about your people?” you ask.

Yoongi gives you a weary look. Despite how close the two of you are, Yoongi is especially secretive about who he works for – you know that they’re no doubt linked to the life you grew up in, the one that you’re still evidently caught up in, but you don’t know who. You never press him to know though; you understand the need for secrecy and in some ways are grateful for it – there’s a lot Yoongi doesn’t tell you and it’s his way of protecting you.

“There’s other stuff going on,” he answers quietly. “It’s a lot.”

The statement naturally piques your interest. “Like what?”

A small smile appears on Yoongi’s lips. “You’re trying to get out, remember?” he reminds you. “It’s best not to ask questions.”

You frown at him in indignation. “You’re the one who said it’s stupid to try and get out, but now you’re agreeing with it?”

He shrugs. “No harm in trying.”

You smile amusedly. “I’m a small cafe owner who visits a shooting range in her free time to stay sane.”

Yoongi‘s smile widens. “No one said you’re a normal cafe owner. You might’ve changed your last name, Miss L/N, but you’re a Han. Always will be.”

“I know.” Your gaze falls to your lap. “I’m not trying to hide who I am.”

“I know you’re not.” Yoongi’s expression changes to a soft one. “If you were, you wouldn’t be out here living a double life at my request.”

“Well, like you said, I’m a Han. It’s what my dad would do.”

“Ah.” Yoongi stretches. “Cafe owner by day, vigilante by night.”

You chuckle softly. “You make it sound like I’m doing something good… there’s not much good in the life we’re living, Yoongi.”

There’s a quiet pause in which Yoongi sighs, a thoughtful expression passing over his face. “It’s not all bad, at least not what you’re doing.”

“Honestly, it keeps me going and it’s the least I can do to help.”

Yoongi smiles, and a brief silence full of thoughts passes between you as you finish what’s left of your chocolate milk. “So,” you place the empty carton down, “where are they keeping the shipment?”

“The same warehouse off highway 46 from Jung-gu. They’ll have several guards on watch surrounding the place.”

“It’s the same place as last time?” you ask, frowning. “They’re not very smart.”

“Well they have tried stealing drugs from a legitimate pharmaceutical company,” Yoongi says pointedly. “I don’t think they’re very bright. But,” he adds, “they’re powerful.” He sits forward, pulling out a car key fob from his inside pocket and places this on the table.

You look down at it. “Same drill as last time?”

“Yep. Everything you need is there. You’ll also find a burner phone in there. Once it’s all done, text me from there. The police will come and seize the drugs.”

“Why don’t they just deal with it themselves?”

Yoongi frowns deeply. “The Cheong’s have been dealing with the Takahashi’s. If the police get in there first, they’ll detain the guards and any evidence which includes their phones. If that happens, the Takahashi's get brought in…” He lets out a slow sigh. “That can’t happen. They’re under our protection for a while.”

You don’t ask any further questions. Picking it up, you turn the fob over in your hand, your thumb sliding over the metal print of the Mercedes sign. Letting out a small breath, you look up at Yoongi. “No holding back?”

Expression somber, he nods. “No holding back.”

You know you should feel something in those words, maybe a little bit of guilt, or at least fear for what you have to do, but you don’t. It’s hard to, when you know what will happen to innocent victims if you don’t do this.

Instead, you see an opportunity. “I need something in return.”

Yoongi lifts his head calmly. “Is everything okay?”

You nod, placing the key down on the table. “Just, promise me you’ll do it first.”

At this, Yoongi’s expression changes to one of concern and he hesitates.

Meeting his gaze, you say his name. “Please.”

“Alright.” Yoongi shifts, keeping his eyes on you. “I promise.”

The car is exactly where Yoongi said it would be. You don’t bother looking at what he’s given you until you’re parked in close proximity to the warehouse but distant enough to not be seen by any of the guards.

There’s two cases in the trunk, one significantly larger than the other. You open the small one first, smiling when you see two handguns sitting snug in the case. A FNS-F9 Longslide – your weapon of choice – and a Glock 17 – Yoongi’s personal favourite.

The larger case contains magazines, two thigh holsters, a waist strap, a bulletproof vest, and a smaller case sheathing two double edged, partially serrated hand knives – Gerber Mark II’s.

Strapping the holsters around your thigh, you slot the guns in and arm yourself with the knives too, just in case, and tuck a spare magazine into your side pocket, as well as a silencer. You choose not to wear the bulletproof vest – although it’s light, it’ll still slow you down.

Closing the trunk, you quickly grab something from the front of the car that you brought with you from home. In a silk pouch, you keep a vial of chloroform and multiple napkins – you pocket these before making your way towards the warehouse. It’s surrounded by a patch of trees, making it the perfect place to hide such crimes, but it’s also advantageous for you to approach easily without being seen.

You quickly scout the place from the outskirts, noting a total of 8 guards outside; three at the front, two at the back, two on the east side, and one on the west. You’re well aware that as soon as any of them realise you’re here, they’ll send a call out for more, so you need to be strategic and quick.

West is where you hit first. A man walks slowly along the concrete wall, kicking at stones with every step. You observe him silently from the shadows and note how young he looks, at least definitely younger than you. Yoongi’s words echo in your head – “No holding back” – but you can’t forget that some of these guards aren’t here by choice. Besides, killing them only protects the Takahashi’s and that’s of no interest to you. Sometimes, collateral damage happens, and you know Yoongi knows that.

So, you sheathe the knife you intended to use and instead pull a napkin from the pouch and douse it in chloroform. It only takes a few careful steps for you to reach the guard from behind, and with a swift movement before he can reach for the gun at his waist, you pull him into a secure headlock and smother his face with the cloth. For a second, he almost has you, struggling and resisting your arms, but the chloroform works fast and he slows.

Seconds later, you’re lowering him to the ground. You take the gun from his waist, disabling it and tossing it somewhere into the trees before taking his phone and stowing it away into your pocket. Before you move on, you drag his body out towards the trees so no one who comes looking will be alerted to your presence.

You begin moving fast along the warehouse wall, only slowing down when you approach the corner to the back. Back pressed against the wall, you peek slowly around the corner only to draw back almost immediately – another guy has joined them making it three men now, one of whom is peeing just a few feet away from where you are, facing away from the warehouse, while the other two stand on the other end, out of earshot.

Again, you come up with a way to avoid a kill – you wait until the man is doing up his zipper before taking a firm hold of the glock and walking right up behind him. Then you tap his shoulder.

He turns around and meets your smiling expression, looking visibly confused. “Huh?”

Before he can look past your face to see the weapons in your holster, the butt end of your gun is hitting him square in the jaw followed by you hooking your hands behind his head and bringing his head down to meet your knee.

You feel the pain in your knee as his unconscious body drops to the ground. “Ouch,” you grumble, rolling your shoulders too from the force with which you hit him. It’s been a while since you’ve done this, it would’ve been a good idea to stretch first.

Crouching down, you quickly take the guy’s gun and remove the bullets before moving him into the tree line like you'd done with the other guy. Then you cautiously move towards the other two. As you get closer, you pull out the silencer and attach it to the longslide while listening to the idle conversation between the two.

“It’s been almost a month since I’ve been back there and I swear I’ve never been happier,” the shorter of the two says, taking a drag of a cigarette.

The taller guy laughs. “Bet you emptied your pockets too.”

The short one laughs too. “Spent at least a million won but it was worth it. You should’ve seen those girls and the one I had in the private show, fuck,” he exhales, smirking grossly. “The tits on her. I got a fucking semi just by looking at them.”

You cringe upon hearing that, hurrying up as you check the bullets in the barrel.

“Would’ve spent all my money too then. Where is this place, huh?”

“It’s the Lee’s place, the best place for this shit in all of Seoul.”

“I heard about that, they’ve been running it for years now, apparently they keep the girls–”

Standing up, you unhesitatingly shoot both of them in their dicks.

High pitched groans fill the space surrounding you as they keel over onto the ground, blood staining their jeans rapidly.

You step out from where you are and walk over to stand between them. They both look up at you, still rolling over in pain, their teary-eyes wide and red.

“You fucking bitch,” the short one rasps, heavily breathing as he tries to reach for his gun.

“Nu-uh,” you tut, taking it from him before he can and taking the other guy’s too. You remove the bullets from them both before dropping the guns right over the men’s crotches. “Oops,” you pout sarcastically.

They cry out, the sound too stilted to be able to be heard from anyone else unless they’re close by.

“The fuck d’you want?” the taller one hisses, grabbing onto your ankle.

You shoot him a dirty look, pulling your ankle free and digging your heel into his crotch. He opens his mouth but no sound comes out as his body curls up.

“Nothing, at least not from you idiots,” you answer, removing your heel to do the same to the shorter guy, watching emotionlessly as they both suffer in pain.

Sighing, you drag your heel in the ground to remove some of the blood and take a look at the time on your phone. 1.07am.

“I guess you’re lucky. I'm short on time.”

The two barely have a chance to look at you before you’re putting a second round of bullets in them and dragging their bodies closer to the trees.

Adrenaline is starting to course through you now, coming at the perfect time as your patience runs low after killing those last two guards. You don’t bother hiding as you walk along the east side of the warehouse, approaching the two guards walking towards you.

“Hey!” One of them calls out as they both draw their guns. You already have yours cocked and ready in your hand hanging by your side.

The two men look at each other before turning back to your figure as you approach, their faces expressing confusion when they see you; you have no doubt that they only haven’t shot yet because they can see you’re a woman. But then they see the longslide in your hand and the glock at your thigh.

“Oi! Stop right now or I'll shoot!” The same guy warns again but you don’t.

You don’t stop until you’re only a few feet away so you can have a better aim at the man’s chest. A second later he’s on the floor and his friend is bewildered, aiming his gun at you.

“What the fuck?!” He exclaims, his gun shooting in your direction but you’ve already ducked and rolled out of the way having expected the shot. As you straighten up with one knee still on the floor, you steady yourself by outstretching a leg in front of you, placing your foot firmly on the ground and getting a perfect shot to the second one’s chest.

Six down, two to go. Well, for the guards outside at least; there’s no telling how many are inside.

The last two go down as easily as the rest and within a few minutes, you’re approaching the huge rusted metal doors of the warehouse. One has been left slightly ajar and you press your back close to the metal as you approach it, straining your ears to listen for any voices. You can make out at least three and your judgment tells you they’re around twenty feet away from the entrance where you stand.

Ever so slowly, you edge closer until you can peer inside. The space ahead of you is mostly obscured by tall shelves carrying scaffolding poles — it’s the same set up as the last time you were here. The warehouse is disguised as a unit for scaffolding materials with aisle after aisle of tall shelves. This works greatly to your advantage so you can enter unseen.

However, although you’re confident in your skill, you know that you can’t take on three armed men at the same time, so to make things easier for yourself, you draw them out.

One hard knock on the metal door is enough.

“The fuck was that?” You hear one voice say.

“Oi, go check it out.”

“You go check it out, you pussy,”

“Who the fuck you calling pussy?”

“Prove it then, go fucking look.”

“I will, fucking idiot, don’t call me pussy.”

You hear a few more mumbles but you’re not paying attention as you draw the small Gerber Mark II from your thigh. Moving behind the door that’s slightly ajar, you wait with bated breath as you hear the sound of a gun cocking just a few feet away from you.

Seconds later, the door is being kicked open further and you move steadily with it, careful not to make any noise behind the creaking metal.

The door being pushed open further gives you better space to hide and as the man raises his rifle and steps out, aiming at the space around him cautiously, you quickly step out from behind the door to make your move.

One hand clamps over his mouth as you press your chest against his back as close as you can to protect yourself if he tries to shoot. He doesn’t get much of a chance though, only managing to shoot one stray shot in a second of panic before the sharp edge of your knife is slicing his throat.

He drops to the ground, body writhing and his gaze meets yours — your chest tightens and you have to look away as you shoot him once more in the head to end his misery.

With no time to spare, you grab his phone and throw it hard against the warehouse wall. You know that the men inside will have heard the shot which means you need to hurry before they realise the rest of the guards are dead and call for more help.

Hurriedly, you slip into the warehouse and move to hide behind the closest shelf while you hear the sounds of footsteps coming closer.

You hold your gun up towards the sound of the footsteps, ready to shoot as soon as someone comes into view. Finger hovering over the trigger, you wait patiently in your obscured position, and then the first man appears.

Bang. Bang, Bang. The shots fire from your gun and before his body even hits the floor you’re stepping around the corner of the shelf and moving fast behind the next one to change your position before you get caught. You’re grateful it’s mostly dark here so you can move more freely.

“Who the fuck are you and what do you want?” A harsh voice bellows from where you just were.

Of course you don’t respond, instead rushing down the length of the aisle. You reach the end and cautiously peer around the corner to see one of them by the entrance. He’s facing away from you, standing still with his gun raised. Without hesitation, you aim for his chest and pull the trigger.

He drops to his knees first, his rifle dropping to the concrete ground before he falls.

Your mistake is watching — from right next to his body, a man steps out with his gun raised right at you. He shoots and it misses you by a thread as you step back just in time.

“Go around the other side!” You hear his voice call out and footsteps fill the space around you.

Fuck. There’s two more men and you have nowhere to go from here, so you do what you have to do.

Looking around the corner again, you see the man approaching. He shoots as soon as you stick your head out but this time you shoot back in his direction, noticing your advantage as he walks towards you out in the open. But you know that there’s the fourth guard coming in your direction so you have to be quick.

You step back after every shot you take and after the third, you hear him swear out loud. One more look and you see him clutching his shoulder as blood drips down his arm.

Before you can even shoot again, you’re alerted to the presence of someone behind you and just as you turn around to aim, a hard kick meets your ribs and your gun gets knocked out of your hands.

The pain shoots through you and your hand instinctively raises to the source as you stumble back, your other hand reaching for the glock.

“Not so fast, pretty,” the guard says, grabbing your arm and pushing you against the shelf. He’s the same height as you with an average build — you reckon you can take him but you’re still aware that the other guard is still alive and more importantly, armed.

However, this guard is your first concern. He reaches for the glock himself and you let him. It gives you the chance to discreetly reach for the knife at your other thigh and stab him in the first place you can. That happens to be his hip.

He grunts loudly, grip on your arm tightening but with one hand still holding your glock, you quickly use his strength against him and push into his body, stabbing him again in his abdomen and once at his wrist so he drops your gun.

With no time to pick it up, you kick this out of the way just in time before his strong hands grip at you again. “What the fuck are you doing?” he hisses, throwing a punch to your face which you manage to block with your arm but it still hurts.

Teeth gritted, you struggle to get free of his grasp this time so you bring your knee up but he jerks backwards in time. This only angers him more and he throws you harshly to the floor.

You feel nothing as your knees and elbows hit the concrete, adrenaline surging through your fight response kicks in – kill or be killed.

The guard comes closer and you look around quickly trying to figure out what to do. You spot your longslide that was knocked out of your hands just a few feet away from you.

“Wait!” you say instinctively, eyes rounding in false fear as you look up at him. “Please don’t hurt me.”

He pauses, eyes trained on your frightened expression and for a second you think you have him. Then he shakes his head and reaches for his gun.

In a split second, you use all your upper body strength to push yourself off the ground while sweeping out one of his legs from beneath him.

He’s stumbling forward as you lunge for your own gun but just when you’re about to grab it, his hand is on your left calf and dragging your body towards him. You spot another gun strapped to his right thigh.

“Hey, I got her!”

You try to kick free from him but he’s stronger and has you on your feet, body restrained by his arms in seconds. As the other guard comes around the corner with his arm bleeding thanks to you, an idea suddenly comes to mind.

Using only a fraction of your strength, you try to resist the man holding you and watch carefully as the other one approaches with his rifle aimed at you despite his bleeding shoulder.

“Who are you?” he questions.

“Answer the question,” the guard holding you says, squeezing you harder.

“Just kill me,” you mutter, slowing down in the other’s arm.

“I will, after you tell me who sent you,” the guard spits, pressing his rifle into your chest.

Kill or be killed – it doesn’t have to be as a simple gunshot or the throw of a dagger…

Faking a fearful expression, meeting the guards sharp eyes as you answer, “I didn’t want to, they made me do it.”

The two guards exchange wary looks.

“Please, I’ll tell you everything just don’t hurt me.”

The one holding you nods at the other one and he lowers his gun.”Who sent you?” his voice comes from behind your ear.

“It was Takahashi,” you answer shakily, bracing yourself as you feel the man’s grip on you loosen further.

The one holding the rifle lowers it completely. “Takahashi?” he asks, confused. “Why the fuck would he send someone here?”

“I-I don’t know.” Your right hand slowly moves towards the man’s thigh behind you. “They said something about teaching the Cheong’s a lesson.”

“Why did they send you?” the one holding you questions. “You work for them?”

“No,” you fake a whimper, head lowering as your hand closes around his arm as though in fear.

“Then why’d they send you?” he asks again, except this time you note his voice is softer. Time to move.

Your hand closes around the gun at his thigh and you shoot once at the ground to disorient them both while immediately pulling on the man’s arm to have his body in front of you as a shield.

He takes the bullet that his friend fires in retaliation to yours, straight in the chest – the man holding you goes slack, his hold on you weakening as a result of the shot his friend just fired at him. “Shit, Jung!”

Using Jung as cover, you shoot the space three times ahead of you and then there’s silence.

Jung drops to his hands and knees, groaning as he clutches his abdomen and slowly looks up at you. “Who the fuck are you?” he asks.

You glance at his friend’s dead body, blood pooling from two fatal wounds. “No one.” You look away before you put a bullet in his head.

Weariness catches up to you as you walk out of the warehouse and into the cover of the trees back to where the car is parked. Pain is starting to spread through your sore muscles and you have no doubt you’ll be covered in bruises tomorrow.

Once you reach the car, you find the burner phone Yoongi gave you and text him a simple ‘it’s done’. Two words which should weigh heavy on your mind as you remember there are ten men who just lost their lives tonight.

But you know that this is how this works, so tonight, you go home and sleep as though none of this happened.

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hi there! i rlly love how you write our volleyboys 😭🥺 i genuinely think you capture their character rlly well!!💗💗 may i request hcs or anything you feel for fem!y/n with suga, tsukki, daichi and asahi for a reader who doesn’t want kids? how they’d react and stuff like that. i’ve gotten really negative comments and i’ve always felt pressured in finding or having a partner and growing together bc of this making one of my deepest fears my s/o leaving me bc i don’t want children 🥲 thank you so much!💗 never stop creating i love what you do

pairing: timeskip!/aged up!tsukishima kei, daichi sawamura, asahi azumane, & sugawara kōshi, all with a Fem!Reader

warnings: talks about not wanting kids, anxious reader mostly in Suga’s but they all end fluffy promise!!!!!!

a/n: first of all, there is nothing wrong with you for not wanting to have kids. whoever tells you otherwise can suck my diCK because you are worth so much more than what your uterus can do for you. second omg i love this idea and was legit thinking about doing something like this so thank you so much for requesting! i had a marvel request like this once and really liked to explore this idea with characters i love! i hope you enjoy and i hope if you ever feel like you need to reach out to someone, you'll slide into my dms haha <3 you are wonderful my dear! and thank you so much for all the love!!!! also i’m so sorry for the ppl who sent in requests before this one LOL i just saw it and HAD to write it. i try to write all my fics in the order the requests come in but someone you just get the vibe!!!

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Tsukishima knew coming to this stupid party would've been a bad idea. He hated company gatherings but as a member of the Sendai City Museum, it was company policy that he come with. The only upside was that he didn't have to be alone. Even in this uncomfortable formal attire, as long as he was allowed to have you by his side, he didn't feel out of place.

"Aren't you two just the most perfect looking couple," an older lady crooned, smiling as she sat nearby the two of you. You both had grown tired of talking to sponsors and donors all night, most of them them inquiring about Tsukishima's work or about what you do professionally.

"All small talk, nothing of sustenance", Tsukishima had mumbled to you as he took a sip of the champagne in his hand. He had led you to one of the tables, letting you sit and rest or your feet while he stood behind you, gently tracing his fingers along your shoulders.

"Thank you, ma'am," you smiled at the lady, squeezing Tsukishima's hand with your own, giving him a smile as well.

"No ring?" She asked, curiously peeking at your finger. "Well you two are still young. Plenty of time to get married and have children." The lady's polite smile turned to her husband, as if talking to him about you two rather than actually discussing with you.

You felt Tsukishima freeze a little behind you, his fingers tensing against yours as he tried to hold back a scowl. He hated people who had no sense of keeping their nose out of other people's business.

You thought about how a ring would feel on your finger, glancing over your hand for a moment, though that was about all you thought about. Although you and Kei had never talked about it, you had never considered what life would be like with kids. It wasn't like you hated them or anything but you appreciated your life without them, getting to spend time with just you and Kei, and maybe a pet or two.

The lady must've seen you both shift your gaze's elsewhere, both of you trying to use it as a way to avoid the conversation. But rather than taking it as a out to drop the topic, she just pushed some more, "You are having children aren't you?"

Tsukishima tried to look over this lady and her dozing off husband that sat beside her. They didn't look too familiar, and although their dressings seemed fancier than necessary, he couldn't tell if they actually had money or if they were just playing a part. He would never want to compromise his position at the museum due to being rude to an important donor, but he also didn't want you to feel uncomfortable at an event that he invited you to. But... could he say anything? Was it his place?

"I believe that's up to my partner here," he finally spoke out, giving the lady a polite smile. "I have to admit, I enjoy our time together and I hope to propose to her when she's ready - if she'll have me of course," Tsukishima's voice turned playful as he squeezed your shoulder again, bringing your gaze to his and giving you a gentle wink.

"Well what's the point of being together if not for children," the lady huffed, shaking her head. "You young people nowadays, so selfish to not want to bring the best joy in the world and wanting to keep everything for yourself."

"Perhaps more people just want to live with their significant others," you suggested gently, leaning into Tsukishima's hand more. "Besides, wouldn't it be more important that every child have the best life that a parent could offer? Wouldn't it be important for those parents to actually want a child to make sure they can offer the best?" You asked, your voice still staying polite though you avoided her eyes. You knew if you kept looking at her, she might just get offended by your glare.

"You would want children, wouldn't you, young man?" She asked looking up at your boyfriend. "To carry on your name?"

You didn't want to look up at him, wondering if he was just putting on this front to make sure you weren't uncomfortable or if he actually didn't want kids. Would this turn into a conversation for later tonight? Would the two of you go home after this party and fight over what your futures look like?

"I think," Tsukishima started, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your forehead, "it's all her decision. Though many factors play into it, I'm not sure we would care about what the older generation thinks of our life. But thank you for your opinion."

The lady's jaw dropped just slightly as Tsukishima helped you up from the table, whisking you off with some excuse of, "Let's go look at the art some more, my dear."

You could still hear the lady spluttering about to her husband about how rude and selfish kids were these days but you couldn't help but laugh at how passive aggressive Tsukishima's polite tone was.

"You really struck a nerve with her, Kei," you laughed as he snickered, wrapping his arm around your waist. "Where would you like to go?" You asked, glancing around the museum halls.

"Anywhere, as long as we're far away from that hag," he chuckled, tugging you towards an emptier area. You laughed and insisted he be nicer, smiling as you looked around the room.

Maybe the conversation could just be forgotten, maybe you two could just live your lives without every considering it. But you were dating Tsukishima Kei after all, and he liked nothing more than answers to questions.

"I don't mind you know," he spoke up after a while, clearing his throat as the two of you looked at some animal display. "I don't think we have enough energy for kids."

You tore your eyes away from the display to look at him, only to find his eyes already on you. There was a gentle sincerity in his eyes, a honesty in his tone.

"Do you mean it?" You asked softly, just to be sure.

Tsukishima smiled and rolled his eyes playfully, flicking you in the head, "Of course, idiot. Why would I want some kid to take you away from me? Besides, we can just still Akiteru's kids every once and a while, spoli them rotten, and then give them back and not deal with any of the tantrums or diapers or crying," he grinned. The playful look on his face slowly settled as he looked at you, taking your chin in his hand gently, "If you'd like one, we can talk about it. But I'm in this relationship to be with you, Y/N, not anyone else. I like having you all to myself. We can grow old together and just be... us."

You didn't even realize tears were building in your eyes until once of them escaped and Tsukishima's thumb brushed it away, "Oi, don't cry on me, dummy," he scolded gently. "Don't you know I love you? Not your child-birthing ability?"

You wanted to thank him, wanted to tell him how much you appreciated him for making all of your insecurities disappear, but how could you even put that into words? He quickly grabbed your wrist, pulling you to him in a swift hug, gently patting your head as if saying it's okay. I love you too.

Daichi watched as the kids ran and scream across the playground, smiling to himself at the picture perfect moment. It was just early spring and people were starting to come outside more, colours were starting to bloom from flowers and trees.

And then there was you. The most beautiful girl he had ever had the privilege of knowing, calling to him and waving from up the road.

"Hey there, beautiful," Daichi smiled, pulling you into a hug and twirling you around as he greeted you. "Did you have a good day at work?"

You nodded with a smile, waving to the other teachers who were leaving the building. "Multiplication day," you explained to him with a laugh. "They're getting the hang of it slowly but the class is bright so I'm not worried."

"Not to mention they have the smartest teacher," he teased, interlacing your fingers as the two of you started to walk home together. Daichi always walked you home from work, every since the two of you got married last year. Any chance he could get, he would bring you home and the two of you would make dinner together.

It was a simple life but it was the best thing he could ask for. Tonight though was the day that Asahi and Sugawara were coming by for a visit, probably bringing some alcohol with them so the four of them could all reminisce and catch up in a proper manner.

You were ecstatic to find Asahi and Sugawara waiting for you two by the time you got home, eagerly hugging them both and small talk exchanged from all four of you. "You're early," Daichi complained a little. "We haven't even had time to make something to eat."

"Well we figured we could help!" Sugawara grinned. "Couldn't make you and Y/N do all the prep work."

"I don't mind," you laughed, ruffling up both of their hairs. "It feels like forever since I've seen you two!"

Suga and you exchanged some stories about your teacher lives while Asahi and Daichi started on the prep work for dinner, talking about some of the old Karasuno teammembers they had seen recently.

"This kitchen is so small," Sugawara complained as he bumped into Daichi for the fifth time while trying to wash the dishes that were no longer needed. "You two need a bigger space if you guys are going to start a family," he scolded playfully.

"Well I don't think any family of ours is going to be as big as you two," Daichi countered, swatting Suga in the head with a towel. "You're both massive. No kids of ours are going to be this big until at least they're 18, and by then, Y/N and I will probably have moved."

Asahi noticed first the way you froze, cutting up vegetables on the the nearby dining room table. You swallowed slowly as you continued chopping, hoping the conversation would move on.

"You say that, but kids are growing faster nowadays! Ask Y/N! My students are young but they're all probably going to be taller than me before they know it," Suga whined, pouting to himself over a lack of growth spurt.

"Hey Daichi, how's your work going?" Asahi asked quickly, hoping to spare you the embarrassment as he noted the way you avoided their eyes.

"It's alright. Speaking of kids though, one of my coworkers just had one!" Daichi exclaimed ecstatically. "Man, it sounds like such a rough time. I'll be a good husband though, Y/N, take care of you and everything, I-"

Daichi's eyes had moved to you, noting the way you were turned away from them. As much as he tried, you were refusing to look at him and you only ever really did that when you were upset. He shuffled in the kitchen with the boys, excusing himself to your side and gently touching your shoulder, "Y/N? Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?" he asked, glancning over the knife and cutting board quickly to see if there was any blood.

"I'm okay, don't worry," you stated quietly, gathering all the veggies in the nearby bowl.

"Wanna talk later?" He whispered softly, gently touching your head.

You swallowed and closed your eyes, trying to gather up the courage. Maybe Suga and Asahi would act as a buffer almost? If Daichi got mad at what you had to say, maybe he wouldn't be so angry with his friends around?

"I don't want kids."

Your voice was clear, sent through the awkward tension that hung in the air. Asahi and Suga shared a glance, ducking their heads down as they continued to make dinner.

"W-What?" Daichi frowned a little, kneeling down a little next to you so he could see your eyes. He frowned even more seeing the small tears building and hearing the way you were sniffling. "I... I thought you loved kids. I though that's why you wanted to be a teacher?"

"I do love kids. I never said I didn't. I just... don't want any," you tried to explain, sighing a little. You dried your hands on a nearby towel, blinking away the tears that were fast approaching. "I should've told you before, I-I'm sorry."

Daichi tried to think back to all the times the two of you had talked about a family... had there really been no discussing? He vaguely remembered one time that you had asked him how he felt about just it being the two of you... but he had always thought you were joking.

"Like... you don't want kids now or like... not ever?" Daichi asked softly, brushing the hair from your face. "It's okay, sweetheart, please talk to me."

That was one thing you loved about Daichi. No matter who was around, he always seemed so concerned about making you happy. It didn't matter if you two were arguing in a supermarket, he would do anything to make you smile again. You finally met his eyes, seeing the concern in them, wondering if there was also pity in them, like he pitied you for not wanting what people thought was the greatest joy.

"I see how the parents of my students are, Daichi," you whispered softly. "They're... They're not always happy. Some of them are, but... some used to be so much happier without kids. And I've never really wanted my own. I love kids and I love being with them but I don't want my whole life to be about coming home and taking care of them. I thought... I thought you and I would just be good being... you and I."

Daichi's mind raced to think of everything he wanted in life. He had always thought a successful future was one where he had a good job and a family to come home to. But... what was a family really? He glanced back at the boys who were clearly trying not to eavesdrop but Suga and Asahi both looked at him and gave him a small thumbs up.

Could this... could this be a family? Daichi knew he had to respond to you quick, he didn't want to just leave you hanging in your sadness. But could he be happy with just you and his friends?

"I'm sorry, Daichi," you mumbled nervously. "I-I understand if this is a deal breaker. I thought... I should've brought this up before we got married."

Daichi was quick to take your hand, shaking his head, "Y/N, I married you because I wanted to be with you... I can't deny that I've always wanted kids but... it's not like I'm giving birth to them right?" He laughed a little, trying to lighten the mood. "If you don't want kids, we won't have any. I'll just have to come visit your students every once and a while," he teased gently, cupping your cheeks in his hands. "Listen to me, Y/N, my future is with you. I used to think that a good life would mean a good job and a good family. But what kind of family would it be if I didn't have you? I'd rather have you and just be able to grow old together, than have 10 kids with someone I couldn't love as much as you," he told you softly, pressing his forehead to yours. "Please don't cry, darling, I promise it's okay. We'll get lots of pets alright?"

You laughed a little at this, nodding slowly. You watched his eyes, smiling sightly at how genuinely happy he was expressing how much he wanted to be with you. This was the Daichi you loved, the man that you stood up with in front of friends and family and said I do with.

"Besides, who needs kids when I've got those two in the kitchen?" Daichi laughed, helping you up from your chair and giving you a tight squeeze.

"Did you just call us children?" Suga yelped in defiance.

"Well I'm pretty sure Asahi just burned his hand on the stove so ya, you're both practically children," Daichi teased, Asahi starting to insist it wasn't his fault and that it really wasn't a bad burn.

You laughed and moved to go help him, finding a bandage for him in the cupboard after he had soaked it in some cold water.

Daichi watched as you interacted with his two best friends, smiling to himself as he pushed away all his worries. Maybe it wasn't the kids he wanted, maybe it was just the perfect people to be around. And this house filled with his best friends and the most wonderful wife he could ever have, were as perfect as he could ever hope for. And he wouldn't change that for any number of kids.

Asahi hadn’t ever really considered the idea of having kids. People always joked with him about it, especially Noya (”How are you ever going to be a good husband and father if you can’t man up, Asahi??”). Sure, he loved the idea of having a kid but he wasn’t really sure either of you were the parenting type.

He had specifically avoided the question all these years of you two dating, scared that you wanting a family and him being unsure would be a deal breaker for you. If you really wanted kids, he would go along with it, but honestly, Asahi loved you. And all he ever really needed was you.

It wasn’t until your parents brought it up during dinner one evening that the two of you were forced with the idea of having kids. You had been telling your parents about hoping for a promotion at work after your last project had gone so well, a huge smile on your face that suddenly froze as your mom spoke up.

“That’s good dear, but won’t they be worried about you going on maternity leave?”

Asahi practically choked on his tea, trying to remain somewhat composed as he spun his eyes over to you. Had you been pregnant this whole time and he hadn’t know? What kind of boyfriend was he for not knowing? Should he start seriously considering rings now? He had always looked but he thought you two had more time-

“Ma, don’t scared Asahi like that,” you responded quickly, waving your hands in the air towards him. “I’m not pregnant. And I’m not going on maternity leave.”

“Sure, not now. But soon right? You two are going to get married and have kids and live closeby for us to see our grandchildren,” your mom smiled, touching your dad’s hand gently.

“K-Kids,” you mumbled, glancing over at your boyfriend. Asahi was always pretty nervous around your parents, mostly because he didn’t ever want your loved ones to hate him. But this was worse. Asahi was practically a ghost, his face white as fresh snow in the wintertime. “I dunno if we’ll have kids, ma.”

Your mom hesitated and looked over at Asahi, as if expecting him to jump in and say we’ll talk about having kids later, or we’re not having kids yet but maybe in the future. But Asahi was just looking at you in surprise, unsure of what he should say.

“Come now, Y/N, you don’t want to deprive Asahi of having children. I’m sure he wants to have kids, don’t you?” Your mom asked, trying to get some sort of an answer from your boyfriend.

“H-Honestly, I’m just happy with Y/N,” Asahi admitted after a while, clearing his throat and staring at the food on his plate. “I never really considered having a big family, and honestly living and growing old with Y/N sounds just fine to me. So if you don’t want to have kids, we won’t,” he said slowly, looking over at you for his last few words.

You couldn’t deny how happy you were, seeing how honest he was and how firm his voice was in his opinion (though his eyes looked like they might cry soon).

The two of you walked home in silence that night. Your parents didn’t live far from the apartment the two of you shared, so most nights after dinner with your parents, you would link arms and stargaze together.

But tonight was different. Neither one of you were sure if it should be brought up again, if everything that was said at the dinner table was actually honest and 100% true, or if anything else needed to be said.

“Asahi-”

“Y/N-”

You both turned to look at each other, laughing as you both interrupted one another, “You first,” he smiled, rubbing the back of his neck as the two of you paused on the sidewalk.

“If.... If you did want kids in the future... I think maybe some other girl might be better for you,” you admitted softly, shifting in your stance nervously. You loved Asahi so much, there wasn’t anything you wouldn’t do for him. But if his happiness was with someone else... how could you stand in the way?

“N-no!” Asahi yelped out, shaking his head. “I was... I was going to tell you that if you wanted to have kids... it’s okay if you wanted to see other people,” he explained with a laugh. “I know having a family is important to some people but... you’re the only family I really need,” he smiled at you, taking your hand gently in his.

“You promise?” You asked with wide eyes, looking up at him like he was the whole world standing here in front of you because he was your whole world.

“Of course,” Asahi grinned tugging on your wrist to pull you in for a hug, wrapping his arms around you. “Besides, we’ve got to get married and spend all our money on ourselves. Who has time for kids?” He chuckled, spinning you around as the evening turned darker, the two of you giggling about random other topics as if this hadn’t been the most anxiety-provoking conversation the two of you had had in a while.

Asahi went to bed that night a few minutes after you, watching as you laid there next to him. He wanted nothing more than to watch you grow in your career, find the happiest parts of every day, and model all of his designs for him, for the rest of his life. He didn’t need anything else but you, and he had been sure of that since the first day he met you.

Sugawara hated Mondays, just like everyone else in the working world. Mondays seemed like the worst day for his classroom - they were always tired from the weekend which often meant some of them were grumpy or more active than usual. He always felt like he came home on Mondays more tired than other day - he would drag his feet home and plop onto the couch and wait for you to arrive from work with some takeout because you knew cooking on a Monday was a no.

You came home that day with a laugh in your voice, waving to someone from the door before closing ti behind you and smiling at your loving husband sprawled across the couch.

“Rough Monday?” You teased, because you knew the answer was always ‘yes’. Suga gave a groan as he pried himself from the cushions to help you set the dinner table, glancing out the window as he passed.

“Who were you talking to, love?” he asked, wrapping his arms around you and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Mm, our neighbour,” you smiled, your arms draped around his neck loosely. “She needed some help unloading the car cause she’s got that newborn. So I just helped her pack up her stroller and all.”

“Well isn’t my wife just the sweetest human being ever?” Sugawara beamed, peppering kisses to your face. “That must be tough though, can’t imagine it’s easy lugging around a stroller and trying to manage everything at home.

“Mm that’s for sure,” you agreed, turning back to the delicious smelling food that was ready to be eaten. “Got some of your favourite too!” You told him as you unpacked everything.

Suga’s mouth was already salivating as he thought about it, the two of you digging into the food in no time. Through mouthfuls of his dinner, he told you stories of his students, some good and some bad, some making you laugh and others making you scrunch up your nose in disgust.

“Kids are awful at this age sometimes,” he sighed, shaking his head. “But they’re a bright bunch... though I guess that makes it ever worse. If they weren’t so bright, I wouldn’t worry about them causing trouble as much.”

“They’re lucky to have a teacher who’s so eager to dote on them,” you smiled, drinking some water to clear your palette. “I couldn’t do that.”

“Teach?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

You nodded, “I don’t think I have the patience for one kid, let alone twenty.”

Maybe that should’ve been his first clue. Suga had brushed this comment off with a laugh, the two of you slowly cleaning up dinner when the plates were cleared and migrating to the couch where you could cuddle and watch some silly tv.

Suga perked up slightly as the night went on, hearing the faint sound of a baby crying through the walls, “Poor thing.”

“Ya, that poor mom. I think her husband works late too,” you sighed, leaning into his shoulder more.

“That’s the lucky thing, I guess. I just work school hours and I can do markings at home so you wouldn’t ever have to worry about me being late,” Suga smiled to himself, pressing a kiss to your head.

You didn’t answer right away, which maybe should’ve been his second clue. You sat up slowly, looking up at him with a somewhat confused look on your face, “What do you mean?”

Sugawara tilted his head at how puzzled you seemed, “I just mean you wouldn’t have to deal with a baby on your own. I’d be there to help obviously, and I’d be doing as much as I could to help the baby.”

“Baby?” You repeated slowly, shifting so you were properly facing him on the couch. “Kōshi, I thought we talked about this. I don’t want kids.”

The last words to leave your lips felt like a baseball bat to his stomach. A sinking, wanting-to-throw-up kind of feeling washed over Sugawara as he watched the seriousness in your expression, “When did we talk about that?” He asked with a frown, his shoulders falling slightly.

“Before we got married. I told you I wanted to focus on my career. I’ve never been... I’ve never wanted kids, Kōshi. And you said you were okay with that,” you were watching him so closely, a determination in your own eyes that made Suga shudder in surprise. You were so serious about this... had this really been what the two of you talked about all those years ago?

“I... I thought you meant for a while. I thought you meant you wanted to focus. on your career and then have kids later,” Suga admitted, his eyes falling to his hands on his lap. “I’m sorry, I must’ve misunderstood.”

The two of you fell silently after that, the sound of the baby crying and whimpering still seeping through the walls to add to the tension in the room. You swallowed hard as you watched Suga internalize this, waiting for him to say something. Anything.

You couldn’t help but think of the worst case scenario. You had to, you had to be ready for the absolute worst. If Suga decided that this was a dealbreaker for him... you two could get divorced. It wasn’t the easiest thing to explain to your family but at least you would be able to still get by on your own. The apartment was in both of your names so at least you could split that and maybe you could find a little one bedroom apartment somewhere. You could start over.

It didn’t matter how easy it was to think of how your life would be without him. All the logistics were fine... but when you thought about a life without this man that you loved so dearly... your heart was breaking inside of you.

You felt your body hiccup before you even realized that tears were streaking down your face. Your whole body was getting ready for Suga to get up and leave, tell you he needed to think about this before just breaking things off with you tomorrow morning. Your hands were shaking in your lap, wondering if he would do it now, just rip the bandaid off - what would you do if he did? Where would you go?

Suga’s hand against yours shocked you from your spiralling thoughts, surprised to find him sitting closer to you and his eyes locked on yours in concern, “Baby, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He asked you with a furrow in his brow.

“I-I’m sorry,” you whimpered to him quietly. “I... I just don’t want them. I wouldn’t be happy. But I love you so much, Kōshi, and I don’t want you to leave-”

“Leave? Who said anything about leaving?” Suga shook his head, cupping your face in his hands. “I love you, Y/N. Having kids or not having kids doesn’t change any of that. if you say you don’t want kids ever... that’s okay. I guess I just hadn’t thought about what happens if we don’t have kids.” He admitted, brushing away your tears. “But I’m happy as long as I have you, I promise alright? Please don’t cry darling.”

You wanted to stop crying but his words just pulled more tears from your eyes and he tugged you into a tight hug, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he insisted, “I love you, baby. Not some unborn kid that doesn’t even exist in your future plan. I love you. I’m sorry I misunderstood what you meant before, I should’ve clarified earlier.”

The two of you sat there for a while, just holding onto each other. You had to talk yourself down from the anxious ledge you had propped yourself on, taking a few breaths to relax and tell yourself that Suga wasn’t leaving you.

“You promise you’re okay with it, Kōshi? I don’t want you to wake up one day and regret it,” you whispered to him as hours passed and the two of you were still sat there.

“I promise, my love,” he smiled, tilting your chin up so you could see him. “If something makes you unhappy, I don’t want to be anywhere near it. All I could possibly love and need, is you.”

You nodded slowly, clinging to him a little more as if worried he might disappear if you didn’t. Sugawara watched as you slowly drifted to sleep, feeling comforted just by holding you close. He watched you just for a moment before bringing you up to your bed and tucking himself in next to you. You were lying beside him, just like ever other night, and you loved him. And that was more enough for him.

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