#oop this got really sappy lmao

[jiminniethemarshmallow]

Drunken Love (M)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Smut, fluff

Word count: ~6k

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and drunkenness, tipsy sex (but sober enough to consent!!), light Dom!Reader, subby Jimin

(A/N): I’m really proud of myself for finishing this today. Also I almost forgot to post before I fell asleep lmao oops

You’re the designated driver tonight. Jimin is more than a little tipsy now, having promised you earlier not to drink too much, yet he still reached out his glass when they popped open another bottle, instructing Jungkook to fill it to the brim. You’d stopped him and snatched his glass away causing him to pout and the other boys to boo at you. 

“Just one more glass, baby, please??” He begged with his best puppy eyes, but the last time you agreed he ended up crying on the floor of your shared bathroom and refusing all of your attempts to get him ready for bed like a stubborn child. And you’d be damned if you let that happen again, so instead you ordered him a glass of water and offered a kiss as an apology. Thank goodness you made him eat something before you went out; who knows how fucked up he’d be if you hadn’t. 

Anyway, now you’ve made your way home, pulling into your driveway and placing the car in park, only to find Jimin staring at you longingly. He cheeks are that pretty shade of pink they get each time he drinks and his hair is fluffed from all the times he’d run his hands through it tonight. As you stare back at him he doesn’t say a word, only offering you a goofy smile when you instruct him to leave the car. He follows a few paces behind you on the way to the door, silent while you unlock it and push it open, but when you step through the threshold he doesn’t follow. With furrowed eyebrows, you turn to find him standing on the doorstep looking back at you with that same longing expression, wiping his hands on his pants as if he’s nervous about something.

“Are you coming in?” You quirk your head to the side in confusion when he doesn’t move. “C’mon.” You reach your left hand out to him to encourage him to follow you inside, but instead, when he takes it he pulls you closer, frowning slightly.

“Baby, I love you so much.” Jimin presses a kiss to your lips that you gladly accept with a chuckle. Although he can sometimes be a messy drunk, he always gets sappy and affectionate with you, more than he already is. What you don’t expect, however, is for him to lower himself down onto one knee before you, clutching your hand tightly. “Will you marry me?” Your mouth drops open but he continues before you get a word in. “(Y/n), I love you so, so much and I just think you’re such a beautiful person, like, you’re just so fucking perfect. I always want you by my side, jagiya. I can’t live without you.”

You can’t help but laugh at his confession, biting your lip at his cuteness as you peer down at him from your position. He looks up at you in anticipation, his sincere eyes melting your heart. “Is that so?”

“Yes.” He responds meekly, eyes wet. “I’m sorry, I don’t have a ring for you right now but I’m serious.” An endearing look takes over your face and you reach out with your right hand to brush loose strands of hair away from his lovely face. 

“I’m glad you feel that way, baby. Don’t worry about the ring, you already got me one.” With this, you nod to the hand still clutched in his, his fingers subconsciously playing with the diamond already perched there. He looks down at it but you can see his brain isn’t computing with this means. His head tilts in confusion. “Jagiya, we’re already married! The wedding was last year, remember?”

At this, he pauses, thinking for a moment before it dawns on him. He makes a sound of realization, mumbling “oh yeah, I do remember that” and rising to his feet. A bashful smile graces his cheeks and all you can do is shake your head, walking into the house and beckoning him in after you.

“Now get your drunk ass in this house before bugs fly in.” You grin, swatting at the moths surrounding the porch light. 

“Yes ma’am.” He follows obediently this time, taking off his shoes and making his way into the house. 

You find yourself making noodles for him upon his request, deciding not to fuss about it because you don’t entirely trust him to use any kitchen appliances right now. You make a bowl for yourself and eat with him on the couch while watching an episode of whatever show he was in the mood for. By the time the next episode starts Jimin is fast asleep next to you, and instead of waking him up you simply cuddle into his side and continue watching the show. You aren’t really in the mood to get cleaned up yourself so being lazy for another 30 minutes won’t hurt. Well, actually, another hour and a half. Each episode kept ending on a cliffhanger and you couldn’t just stop watching there and go to bed without knowing what happens. You’ve seen this show before, of course, but it’s exciting every time you watch it. The next time you check the clock, you gasp at how late it’s gotten. Deciding it’s finally time to get up, you look over at your sleeping husband who fidgets when your weight leaves his side. 

“He’s so cute.” You whisper to yourself, taking one hand and squishing his rounded, pink cheeks between your fingers until his lips are puckered. His eyes crack open ever so slightly at the sound of your giggle, glancing at you lazily before shutting again. “Baby, it’s time to get ready for bed.” You tell him in a hushed tone, trying not to ruin the sleepy atmosphere of your home. Jimin takes a second to respond, groaning softly and reaching out to you, to which you take his hint and swing your leg over him, straddling his hips to sit comfortably in his lap. He peers up at you with half-shut eyes and a pout and you just can’t resist the urge to lean in and kiss it. Soft and pillowy against yours, the innocence of his lips is nothing like the stiffness you feel pressing into your thigh.

Dammit. You thought you’d gotten off easy tonight, but you have no such luck. Aside from getting sappy and proposing to you again, Jimin always tends to get horny when he drinks— whether you’re there with him or not while he’s out, he can’t seem to think of anything other than touching you— and you’re always left dealing with his semi hard-on and wandering hands once he gets home. If you’d gone to bed without him, he’d go as far as waking you up with his neediness instead of handling it himself, so you know you won’t be able to escape him easily tonight. Not that you want to. Your sex drive is just as high as his most of the time and simply feeling his arousal is enough to get your insides stirring on most occasions. Tonight is no different.

His hands slither around your waist to grab hold of your ass through the material of your skirt, subtly grinding your hips on him as he indulges in your mouth. Breaking from the kiss, you lightly place a hand over his crotch, not missing the way his hips squirm for friction. “Jimin, it’s late.” You try to reason (halfheartedly, of course), but the expression of lust only deepens as he looks at the way your wet lips form the words. 

“‘M not sleepy anymore.” He mumbles, planting sultry kisses along your collarbone. “Can’t sleep when I’m hard.”

“You were sleeping just fine a minute ago.” You laugh, breath hitching when his teeth catch your skin. You don’t mind taking care of him right now, and honestly you never do, but you have to put up at least a little resistance. Otherwise he’ll think you’re weak when it comes to him. And you are, but he doesn’t need to know just how irresistible he is to you. 

He doesn’t argue your point, instead sucking light bruises into your neck that he knows are just dark enough for people to see when you leave the house tomorrow. You love when he claims you that way, marking you as his as if the rock on your finger isn’t enough evidence. His possessiveness over you doesn’t change even when he tends to be submissive on drunk nights like these. “Will you take care of it for me, baby? Please?” The airy quality of his voice is all it takes to convince you, the hand that rests on his bulge now unbuttoning his slacks and palming him over his boxers. 

“You want me to make you cum?” You ask sweetly, tracing the outline of his growing cock through the material. He’s impressive even when only half hard and your mouth drools when you think about just how good it feels when he’s using it. Pulling it out of its confines, you spit on your palm to offer him a few wet strokes, fascinated by how quickly he hardens in your grasp. Many times you have sat and stared at the magical way he doubles in size, how the skin stretches to accommodate the length, how the color changes with the rush of blood through the veins that pulse at the surface. The sight is so sexy to you that you barely suppress a groan when he finally stands erect in your palm. 

“Yes, please.” Jimin whispers, leaning his head against the back of the couch as your fingers tease his tip. You use the tip of your fingers to tickle the flesh of his tip, smirking at the way he throbs, before enclosing your fist around his head and stroking all the way to the base. You take up a leisurely pace, watching the flickers of pleasure flit across his handsome face each time your wrist twists or your grip tightens. 

Jimin loves the way you touch him. There’s something about how your eyes remain trained on your movements and how you nibble on your lower lip that tells him you enjoy this just as much as he does. The weight of him in your hands makes your mouth water, each caress up his length so careful and calculated— like you’re studying him to see just how much you can make him squirm. But you don’t need to study him, you already know him inside and out, so when you shift tactics he knows it’s because you want him to cum as quickly as possible. With both hands— and some more spit and precum as lube— you begin a quick pace up and down his cock. Almost as if you were fucking him with your hands. Jimin chokes on a moan at the suddenness, his sweet tenor going up in pitch when you squeeze just a little tighter. He doesn’t know when his eyes slide closed, but he’s completely engrossed in the euphoria of your skills, giving his full body for you to play with.

“Mm, baby, look at how much you’re leaking for me.” You mewl to him, and he peeks his eyes open to stare at the stream of precum dribbling from his slit. He feels how slippery it gets when you spread it, the glossy glide and your accompanying moans having his hips jumping restlessly beneath you. “Stay still.” You command sharply but quietly, meeting his eyes with a quick yet powerful glare. He whines so softly in the back of his throat that he doesn’t think you’ll hear it, but you do and immediately stop your hands. “If you were just going to fuck yourself then you could’ve taken care of this on your own and I could’ve gone to bed. But you asked me to take care of it, did you not?”

With a shaky breath, Jimin squeaks out a yes, eyes wide after being reprimanded and desperate for you to resume. You know Jimin thrives from praise, which makes it even more effective when you scold him. You only need to tell him once when it comes to things like this because he loves to please you, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t get a little kick out of seeing his submissive expression every time. So you scold him for moving his hips when you usually love how desperate he looks when fucking into your hands or mouth.

“Okay, then sit still and take it and you’ll get to cum.” At this he slumps deeper into the couch, relaxing his entire body until you start up again and his abs flex at the pleasure. Wishing you could see this, one of your hands skims up to lift his shirt, raising it up to his chin level to expose his abdomen. “Hold this.” You tell him, and he obediently takes the edge of the shirt between his teeth to keep it raised. The amusement in your eyes makes his nipples harden as you murmur a “good boy” with a pinch to each of the peaks. 

Once both of your hands return to his throbbing cock, he knows he’s a goner. The squelch of you working him up and down has his eyes rolling even though you choose to go at a slower pace than before. Sweat has accumulated on his flushed skin, his neck red and shiny when he throws his head back, and you take this chance to leave light marks to match your own on his collarbones— making sure they’re light enough to fade within a day. You don’t even realize that you’re moaning along with him, the noises quiet and needy, but so close to his ear that he can’t miss them. He also doesn’t miss the subtle way you wiggle your hips in search of friction, most likely leaking through your panties under the skirt you’re wearing. It takes all of his strength to hold his own hips still, panting raggedly every time your top hand twists around his tip. He becomes impatient for his oncoming orgasm, wanting nothing more than to cum from your touch after being horny for so long.

“F-Faster, please. ‘M close-“ he slurs, no longer drunk from alcohol yet feeling his head spin for an entirely different reason now. And when his eyes meet your own he can see that you’ve also become intoxicated with lust, biting your lip and breathing heavily as your lower hand slides down to cup his balls, the top one speeding up and focusing on his tip. “Oh fuuuck,” he groans, digging his fingers into your thighs to keep himself from thrusting into your hand to completion. 

“Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my hand.” You whisper in his ear, licking your way down until you suck one of his nipples into your mouth. It feels so good when you twirl your tongue around the bud, the sensations going straight to the place between his legs where your hands are furiously working, and he lets out his loudest moan yet, his thighs trembling beneath you. Seeing Jimin so submissive and needy like this makes your clit throb and your hands speed up, tugging lightly on his balls as they also start to tighten and throb with his built up release. But what sends him over the edge is when you switch to sucking at his other nipple and your teeth bite down on the pert nub softly, the spark of pain sending him flying into a colorful high that has his voice breaking with whines of your name and curses and a few stray tears down his reddened cheeks. Ropes of his semen soil your hand, dripping down your knuckles and his shaft in thick globs. You watch in rapt fascination at the way he twitches when you milk the last drops out of him, slathering the white liquid against his skin messily. 

Jimin’s eyes look to yours for approval after he collects himself a bit, only to find your face to be contorted in an expression of pained lust. Yes, you only did this to help him out, but it’s clear that you now need help too— which is very convenient because Jimin is just dying to pay you back for the amazing orgasm you just brought him. He drops the shirt from his mouth, leaning up to capture your lips in a grateful kiss that you break far too quickly for his liking.

“We should head to bed.” You whisper to him, shuffling off of his lap before he can protest and cleaning up the rest of your things from the coffee table. He huffs before pushing off of the couch, following closely behind you as you switch off the lights on the way to your bedroom. 

Suddenly, his arms wrap around you, spinning you against the wall of the hallway, pressing your back to it, an impatient and hungry look in his eyes that has your heart skipping a beat. His bold move doesn’t change the submissiveness you sense in him, however, because the look in his eye tells you that you’re still the one in control. Before you can ask what he’s doing, he attacks your mouth with his, this time pressing you against the wall so you can’t break away as easily. His tongue mingles with yours and you taste noodles and champagne, a silly reminder of tonight’s events, but the thought is soon forgotten when his hands start sliding lower on your hips. They immediately slip under your skirt to feel at the wet patch he knew he’d find in the center of your panties. Just the pressure of two of his fingers is enough to have you twitching, and Jimin pushes the material to the side to feel your arousal directly. 

He swears there’s a lake between your legs when he dips his fingers into your entrance, your pussy drooling for him just because of a handjob, and suddenly Jimin wants to absolutely drown in you. His knees hit the floor faster than you can register. You can see his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he rushes to push your skirt and panties out of the way, tossing one of your legs over his shoulder so hastily that it almost knocks you off balance and you have to clutch onto his sturdy shoulders to stabilize. His eyes look desperate as he gazes at the magic between your thighs, a sight he’s seen countless times but finds just as mesmerizing as the first time he laid eyes on you. He can never get enough of your juicy lower lips, or the slick pink pearl that swells and throbs for attention, or the shiny slick that drips down in one long string from your opening and sticks onto your thighs, making it so very tempting to simply slide his thick length into you just to feel you make a mess of his lap. But that’ll have to wait until later because having you spread out like his favorite meal is making Jimin’s mouth water uncontrollably and he can no longer hold himself back. 

Looking to you for permission, he dives in head first when you nod your approval, your eyes holding the same desperation as his. His hands are warm as they grip your ass, pulling you close to his face so that he can lick up the entirety of your core in one single swipe, drinking down your essence like the flute of champagne he downed earlier in the night. Except, you have a much sweeter taste than even the finest champagne. He moans deeply as you coat his tongue, pushing the muscle into your hole as far as it will go, caressing your walls just to tease you and get you to clench for him. 

“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” you giggle breathlessly, running your fingertips through his silky hair after removing your top. “How do I taste?”

“Absolutely divine,” Jimin hums with his mouth full of pussy, barely pulling away enough to speak. You grin, massaging his scalp as a reward when he plants a firm kiss on your clit. 

“Good. Now be a good boy and make me cum.” And he does just that, attacking your clit with flicks of his tongue that make you shake. He knows just the right amount of pressure to use, starting gently with teasing circles with the tip of his tongue and gradually working his way up until he’s using the flat of his tongue to devour you whole. Your voice echos in the emptiness of the hallway, back arching off the wall when his fingers enter you and immediately reach up into the spongy spot inside you. It’s been less than 5 minutes and you’re already rocking your hips, fucking yourself against his face as he continues to lick and suck at your nerves. Despite having just recently cum, Jimin feels his cock coming back to life with every moan of his name, every pulse he feels around his fingers, every tug on the roots of his hair. His free hand grabs a handful of your ass, pulling you ever closer and smothering himself in your heat, covering his face in your taste and smell and absolutely loving it.

Seeing him so lost in you is what gets you to the edge, your hands searching the smooth walls for something to grab onto until they land on the back of his head to hold him in place, encouraging him to keep going. “Fuck!” You curse, voice now taking on a whiny quality as you approach your high. Far too absorbed in the feeling of him sucking and licking wetly on your clit, you pray your supporting leg doesn’t give out on you in this moment as you feel your knee wobbling weakly already. But your husband is nothing if not attentive, and just as you think this he uses his strength to raise you up higher, practically lifting you off the ground and never faltering in his pace. The display of strength and the way his muscles bulge from his arms and shoulders has you panting breathlessly in his hold and the knot in your core winds up so tightly that you let out a little shriek when it reaches its peak, Jimin’s eyes now staring up at you as you grind against his tongue and use him to get your orgasm. When you cum your head flies back, smacking into the wall, but you feel nothing but the blinding bliss of Jimin’s tongue licking you slowly and drinking up the essence that leaks from you. He swallows it down like his favorite wine, holding you to his face and indulging in you for as long as you’ll allow him. 

You signal him to stop with a push to his forehead and he’s careful when steadying your feet on the ground, sneaking a few more kisses to your mound before standing up himself. His soft hands never leave your waist as he watches you recover. They skim up and down your sides in a way that’s comforting but also tells you that he’s ready for more if you are. There’s silence as he looks at you, completely prepared to obey whatever you tell him— whether that be “let’s shower and head to sleep” or “fuck me into oblivion”. Thankfully for him, it’s the latter. Your hands reach for his stiffened cock, pumping him back to full hardness and smirking at his dropped jaw. 

“You’re so good at eating pussy.” You giggle, at a loss for words yourself. Leaning forward, you kiss up the skin of his sweat soaked neck, reveling in the shudders that course through his body at the gentle touch of your lips. Your tongue peeks out to trace the shell of his ear before you’re whispering to him again. “I want you to fuck me.”

Faster than you can blink, Jimin’s hands are pulling at your thighs, lifting you from the ground to wrap them around his waist as he pins you against the wall. Lips sloppily finding yours, it’s hard to catch your breath when he’s swallowing you whole like this, desperate to get inside you and show how much he wants you— how much you turn him on, how badly he needs every bit of you. Wordlessly, you guide his tip to your entrance, not surprised that there’s a trail of your wetness hanging down from your body that he easily captures and smears back into you. That first stroke has always been one of your favorite things about sex with Jimin. No matter how fast paced and needy both of you are, things always slow down when it’s time for him to push inside of you. He always waits just a second to catch your eyes before pushing in, making sure you’re ready and wanting to see your expression when the first few inches of his cock squeeze past your ring of muscles. You gasp, pulling him closer and staring deep into his eyes as he continues to descend into your depths, filling you up so deliciously that your head begins to spin. You only break eye contact to watch the last half of his hardness disappear into you and his pelvis press against you in that way that makes you want to keep him there forever. And the feeling is mutual.

The inside of your pussy is so soft and warm that Jimin thinks he could live there, enveloped in your silky wetness until the end of his days. The bliss he feels when he pulls back and your walls cling onto him with such greed makes him eager to thrust back in, reaching deeper with each press of his hips that follows. Your fingers grip onto his shoulders, head thrown back at the way he fucks you so perfectly, his pace slow enough that you can feel how his thick length stretches you, yet fast enough that you feel fireworks shooting up your spine and exploding throughout your body. 

“Shit, jagiya, you feel so fucking good!” Your husband groans, eyes never leaving your face. His hands have a death grip on your ass, holding you up and in place so he can pound into you. Your voice moans out for him without restraint, your heels digging into his back to make sure he stays as close as possible, as deep as possible. His hips roll expertly, searching and finding that sensitive spot inside you that makes you yelp in pleasure and squeeze your thighs tighter. “Do you like that, baby? Am I making you feel good?” He asks, though you’re certain your body language is giving him a clear answer. Briefly, you remember that he wants you to be in charge, but you can’t drop the whine from your voice with the way he’s making your mind go blank like this.

“Yes yes! You make me feel so good, Jimin, please don’t stop!” You cry out, sure your face is wrinkled in an almost pained expression. But it only serves to encourage him more, hips snapping into you faster and more powerfully until you are practically bouncing up the wall. The skin of your back isn’t happy with the motion but your pussy is. It coats him in layer after layer of slick, his cock making you wetter every time his tip slams into that spongy spot inside you. You’re babbling by this point, pleading for him to keep fucking you even as sweat pours down his face and chest from exertion and even when his limbs shake from how close he’s getting to his own orgasm.

He slows to a subtle grind as he tries to calm himself, burying his face in your delicate neck and pressing you closer to his body. Both of you close your eyes and get lost in the rocking motion, breaths ragged in each other’s ears. His cheek presses against yours to nuzzle into you and you press back to show how much you absolutely adore him. He’s fucking you in the hallway of your home at an ungodly hour of the night— well technically morning now— and you still can’t get enough of him. Not even with his pelvis rubbing against your clit as he circles his hips. Not even with your sweat staining an outline of your back and ass crack against the wall. Not even with his fingers holding onto you so securely that you may very well have his fingerprints imprinted into your skin when he lets go.

“Do you want to cum, baby?” You ask in a sultry voice, not unaware of how he throbs within you. 

“Yes, please.” Jimin moans in the voice he only uses when he’s close. Taking note of how his arms seem to be tired from holding you up, you offer him some reprieve.

“Let’s go to the bedroom.” Immediately, he pulls out of you and places you on the ground, kissing your lips before practically running to the bedroom, stripping his clothes along the way. Watching his ass as he leaves you makes you giggle, the globes jiggling a little as he hops on one foot to snatch his pants and boxers off. You rid yourself of your own clothing as you follow behind him, picking up the trail he left in his eagerness. 

When you enter the room Jimin is already laying on the bed, looking at the way you saunter toward him after you remove your last garment. His hand flies to his dick, taking a gentle hold and pumping slowly as not to overexcite himself before you get the chance to touch him again, and the sight makes you want to lose control and take him down your throat. God, his hand looks so hot wrapped around himself like that, spreading your essence around his shiny skin— but no, you’re committed to teasing him in this moment. Ever so slowly, you crawl onto the bed, making your way to him like a panther stalking it’s prey. And Jimin presents himself as the most docile creature there is, eyes wide and hesitant, yet just as hungry as your own. You skim your lips up his muscular thighs until you leave kisses on his hip bones, noting how he twitches and gasps at your slow movements and light touches. He’s well aware that you have the power to take away his orgasm (though he doesn’t know you don’t have the heart to do it tonight) so he doesn’t protest when you push his hand away from his cock and continue to tease around it. The muscles in his abdomen tense as you trace your fingers up their lines, using your nails on their way back down to tickle his wired nerves, and he’s so sensitive that he can hardly handle that without thrusting up into the open air. A single one of your fingers distracts itself with one of his nipples as you move to straddle him, seating yourself on the hot skin of his dick without putting him inside. He’s at his wit’s end, you can tell, but your boy is always so patient and obedient, and you have to praise him for it.

“You’re such a good boy, waiting for me like this,” you smile. “You look so pretty when you’re desperate for me. That’s why I can’t help but tease you.” Adding a roll of your hips, you watch in fascination as your lover tosses his head back into the pillows, jaw slacked and chest heaving. You really should put him out of his misery, but seeing him like this makes you hornier than you’d like to admit and the feeling of his length sliding back and forth against your clit is too good to stop. The look on his face— his furrowed brow, shut eyelids, peach colored cheeks, parted lips that he wets with a quick lick of his skilled tongue— makes you want to keep him like this for as long as possible, but its so late at night and you really should end this quickly. Luckily for you, both of you are already near the edge. “How bad do you want me to fuck you?”

“So so so bad, jagi, please I’ll do anything!” Jimin squeaks, all composure he had gone and replaced by neediness. He opens his eyes to look at you, pleading silently that you’ll give in and you take pity on him.

“Anything?” He nods without hesitation. “Then kiss me.” Leaning forward, you connect lips with him messily, grateful that his hands come up to stabilize your hips because one of yours is reaching down to fit him inside you again. A deep moan sounds against your lips as you finally sink down on him again. He can barely focus on keeping his lips on yours so you pull away first, glancing down to see him peering up at you in question. Words fail him so he conveys what he wants by moving his hips under you, lifting his eyebrows to ask for permission, and the moment you nod he’s using all of his strength to fuck up into you from underneath. 

Jimin has powerful hips that shove you forward, nearly crashing into him from the first thrusts, but the grip he has on your hips keeps you steady above him as he works below. The pace is fast and relentless, hitting you in places that have since gone undiscovered, and you find that you’re the one who’s breathless now. All you can do is support yourself with his chest and hold on for dear life as he fucks the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost out of you with everything he has. It’s reckless and sloppy, sometimes hitting a bit too deep, yet somehow that makes it feel all the more intense and you feel your high mounting alongside his. The loud clap of your thighs hitting his pelvis drowns out the sound of your breathing, but soon the room is filled with both of your moans when Jimin angles his hips just right and makes you clench around him.

“I’m gonna cum, jagi, I can’t hold it.” He gasps, eyes already rolling and body moving on autopilot. But you’re fairing no better, nails now digging into his delicate skin and legs shaking on either side of his body. Or is that just the force of his thrusts shaking you? You have no way to tell and frankly don’t care, not when it feels so fucking good to have him squeezing at your hip bones and begging you to let him cum. “Can I cum? Please let me cum, I’m so fucking close!” Tears prick at the corner of his eyes and you swipe them away as they fall.

“Yes you can cum, my beautiful boy. Cum for me.” Encouraging him gently, you squeeze your walls in anticipation for his seed, and it feels much more intense with the added friction, your limbs rapidly losing control. Jimin nearly shouts at the resistance against his cock, a string of moans and curses leaving his plump, swollen lips. His hips lift off the bed, carrying you with them, and he begins to cum, covering your insides in a sticky white mess that starts to drip back down his shaft immediately. And feeling him pulse inside you with every shot of semen pushes you over the edge too and your pussy flutters around him in bliss. Head thrown back, you look like a goddess atop him, skin dewy, nipples hard, back arched, the sight alone is enough to pull out two more powerful pulses from Jimin’s dick, and both of you collapse into a heap of shuddering, trembling bodies. 

Neither of you can move for several minutes, simply gasping for air into each other’s necks and basking in the aftershocks of your powerful climaxes. His hand rubs along your back as you close your eyes, all of your tiredness hitting you exactly at this moment. It’s late and you want nothing more than to sleep, but Jimin takes it upon himself to be the responsible one this time and encourages you to get up.

“C’mon, we have to clean up.” His fingers continue to stroke up and down, doing nothing to make you want to move from your position. 

“Why can’t we just wait til the morning?” You mumble, perfectly content to just lay there and listen to his heartbeat. 

“Because we’re sweaty and gross and you need to do your UTI pee.” He reasons, this time pushing at your shoulder so that you roll off of him after his soft cock slips out of you. He reaches over to the bedside table and hands you a water bottle, which you sit up to chug until it’s empty, leaving him nothing. He gives you a flat look when you hand the bottle back to him and you send him back a cheesy grin, slouching on the edge of the bed. 

“Can you at least carry me to the bathroom? It’s the least you can do after making me take care of your drunk ass tonight.” You pout to make him feel guilty.

“I was not that drunk!” He retorts, standing up anyway to round the bed and lift you up bridal style.

“You proposed to me again!” You laugh, wrapping your hands around his neck. “How could you forget our wedding? The ‘happiest day of your life’?”

“I just love you so much that I want to get married to you all over again.” Finding his answer satisfactory, you squint your eyes at him so he can’t tell that you’re getting shy, but he knows you too well and smiles widely at his success of winning you over again. Your feet find the tile of the bathroom and it’s silent as you both swiftly clean yourselves up enough for bed, your cheeks still burning from his words.

“Well I love you too, goofball.” You whisper when you’re both finally tucked in the warmth and safety of your sheets.

A/N: Thanks for reading and thank you to everyone that has been patiently waiting for me over the last year! Also, let me know I if the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost line was offensive and I’ll change it. I wrote that when I was really tired and found it too funny to delete 😂

#jimin smut #bts smut #ksmutclub #clubjimin #idek how to tag things anymore

[catchyhuh]

How about Jigen and Goemon?

LET’S GO JIGOE these motherfuckers are popular for a reason! also i promised i’d start putting these under a cut again to save space and not clog up the tags so here we go

the thing i love about these two is like, romantic or not, nobody quite understands them the way they understand each other, and that includes lupin too. there’s a quiet, almost unspoken connection that they have about what annoys the other, what the other prefers, simple things that add up to what honestly might be the closest thing resembling a relationship between normal people in the franchise. not that the individuals themselves are normal lmao BUT THE WAY THEY TREAT EACH OTHER. LIKE COMPARATIVELY

lemme elaborate a lil here: when lupin or fujiko or even zenigata do something that annoys jigen or goemon, it’s because they wanted to do that thing anyway, they were GONNA do that thing anyway, and it just happened to annoy these guys. when jigen or goemon annoy the other, it’s because they first recognize this is something moderately annoying, think it’s funny, and THEN act. like the specific grin goemon gets on his face making an unfunny joke or jigen pausing and thinking out his exact steps before he gets into goemon’s personal space. there’s intent before action here. isn’t that so special!

it’s just so. nice. sorry i know i say that too much but really how else do i phrase it! they seem so comfortable with each other. you really get the sense that no matter what the circumstances or what universe they’re in, they would turn to each other. which, yeah, could be argued for a chunk of these guys, but this specific like. warmth. the reassurance in having the other. again, platonic or not, they’re just so close and it’s so sincere! like, it’s beyond a trust of the other’s abilities, or even just “i trust you” it’s like. dying for you isn’t even a question. living for you is a necessity. do i sound nuts? whatever autism be damned my boy can work a complex and yet nothing is more easy and natural to them relationship!!

i think it’s just a default response rather than a conscious action for them to sit beside each other like. everywhere. they’re like magnets. if i had a nickel for every time these two were just hip to hip on the couch or whatever the hell jigen’s doing when he sticks his leg out over goemon’s lap i’d have like. i’d have enough money to get my dream lupin merch basically (which is really simple. its just the monchhichi zenigata) but if they’ve got someone inbetween them it’s DEFINITELY because someone either butted in or jigen said “hold on itll be really annoying if we make this guy sit between us on an 8hr flight and just talk over him. let’s do it”

no yknow what let’s fully commit to this skewed domesticity. can you imagine the notes they leave for each other in the hideout. like sticky notes scattered around “we got home at 4 am if you wake me up before 1:30 i’m making you eat publix sushi -j” (and he draws like a fucked up hat next to it) and like “i am out training. i will be passing by a ‘dunkin donuts’ on the way back. send me a Text if you want something. i will not respond, but i will see it -goemon” lupin collects these like trading cards when he finds them

SORRY. WE GOT A LITTLE LIKE SAPPY HERE DIDN'T WE. OOPS

#phew. one down two to go #what day of the week is jigoe day anyway? i forgot everything on the little ship weekly calendar except like two ANYWAY #lupin iii #lupin the third #jigen #goemon #jigoe #asks

[mackenzielovee]

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#5

ambivalence epilogue: falling - rafe cameron

a/n: omg wish i could tell you how nervous i am about this shit lmao i really hope you guys like this , pls leave me a comment as always and let me know what you think! sorry its so long oops

Summary: Rafe Cameron gets everything he's ever wanted in twenty short minutes.

Warnings: swearing, underage drinking, mentions of blood, mentions of a car accident, many poorly researched little things that i won't put here bc spoilers

Word Count: 9.3k

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"Rafe?"

You yell out for him the second you enter the foyer of Tannyhill, shopping bags in one hand and keys in the other. He'd given you a key months ago, under the pretense of watering the plants in the kitchen during the days that everyone is at work. Rose had raised an eyebrow at him and Ward had rolled his eyes, but they didn't protest. They love you too much.

"Y/N?"

Rose steps out of the kitchen and into the hall, smiling when she sees you.

"Hey, Rose," you smile, walking toward her.

"Hey, girl. Come on in. He's out back, he said he'll be in soon."

You follow her into the kitchen and set your shopping bags down on the counter, placing your hands on your hips and giving her a look.

"His project, again?" you question.

"Oh, yeah. Ward and I have been officially banned from the entire backyard."

You laugh, "At least you know what he's doing. He won't tell me."

Rose smirks, then raises her hand to her mouth and acts like she's locking it up. You take a deep breath and shake your head, failing miserably at persuading intel from her.

"Sorry, honey. Swore me to secrecy," she smiles sadly.

"It's okay, I get it," you sigh.

She chuckles at your dramatics, then steps to the fridge and pulls out a drink for you and one for herself. After ten months of being with Rafe, you still can't get over how he keeps the fridge stocked with your favorite things, even though you've told him a million times that it's unnecessary.

"So, what's in the bags?" she asks.

"Midsummers prep," you take a deep breath, reaching for one of the bags, "I picked up the necklace Mom ordered for me, and I had to get Scott a tie bar. Oh, and look at what I got for Rafe."

You reach into the bag and pull out a box, handing it to Rose. Her eyes widen when she opens it, glancing up at you with a sappy expression.

"Y/N, these are beautiful. Does he know that you got these made for him?"

You shake your head, "It's a surprise. He hates the cufflinks he has now."

"He's going to love them," she gushes, "You should see the way he's freaking out over his tie. It hasn't arrived yet, and I think he's about to go into cardiac arrest."

"It's over a week away," you laugh.

"Try telling him that."

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#4

parenthood: an ambivalence continuation

okay i'm probably more excited than i should be :) i decided to make this into a whole series (thank you to those who recommended/agreed) and i'm so excited because i don't have to let go of these two (three) yet! i hope you enjoy this, i know i will <3

be sure to read ambivalence for background + all of the post-epilogue blurbs to catch up if you haven't already!

part one: fully invested

part two: playing defense

part three: it's a...

part four: resilience

part five: unconditional

part six: new beginnings

part seven: ingenuous

part eight: resolution

part nine: growth

part ten: bliss

part eleven: inclination

part twelve: lucky

part thirteen: invidious

part fourteen: rectify

part fifteen: real life

part sixteen: dissension

part seventeen: complications

part eighteen: a balancing act

part nineteen: rivals

part twenty: intemperance

part twenty one: muddy waters

Blurbs

cotton candy mouth

a wife’s intuition

thanksgiving day

Mini Drabbles

connor clinging to y/n and wanting rafe to leave

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1,011 notes - Posted April 7, 2022

#3

tutoring — rafe cameron

a/n: this is the filthiest thing i have ever written. all thanks to my girls @r0und3bitch and @lovedetlost , i love and adore both of you , thanks for being you !

warnings: all of them. im serious. SMUT (PinV sex, dirty talk, daddy kink, manipulation of reader, degrading language, dom/sub dynamics)

     It was supposed to be an innocent night. You’d told Rafe to come over to help you study for your finals, given that he’s a math whiz and you aren’t. He’d entered your apartment with textbooks and a pencil behind his ear, but the smirk is what gets you. 

He’d helped you with four problems before, somehow, you found yourself perched in his lap, your dress bunched at your hips by his large hands. Your clothed core grinds against his as you cup his cheek, kissing him like it’s your last time. 

You break the kiss and moan against his lips, rutting your hips into his faster. He combines the fistfuls of fabric into one hand, then uses his free one to palm your ass as he guides you. 

“Fuck,” he mumbles, “You’re supposed to be studying, baby. Tucking that pretty lip between your teeth while I tell you you’re doing a good job. You like when I tell you you’re doing a good job?”

“Mhm,” you whine, “I like—I want—”

Rafe’s cruel, low laugh brings a tint to your cheeks, the kind that makes you feel embarrassed. He notices as you slow your movements, leading him to rut his hips up into you. When you let out a loud, uncontrolled moan, he smirks. 

“No wonder you needed my help,” he teases you, “Just a dumb little girl, huh? Don’t worry, sweetheart. Daddy’s gonna take care of you.”

He kisses you again before you can say another word, seemingly doing his best to try and swallow you whole with the aggressive way he takes your mouth. You’re too lost in his kiss to notice his fingers loop through your underwear and yank it off, dropping the soaked fabric onto the couch beside him. 

“Daddy,” you plead, sitting back on his knees as you take in his swollen lips. 

“Don’t worry, baby,” he repeats, “I’m gonna take real good care of you. You see, good girls don’t make their daddies wait. Good girls also do their studying before playtime. Now, I know you worked that pretty little brain extra hard on our math problems, so that counts. But you’re not gonna make Daddy wait, are you?”

You bite down on your bottom lip as you shake your head, your eyes wide and pouty as you lean forward. 

“No, Daddy, m’sorry,” you mumble. 

He brings you in for another kiss, “Don’t be sorry, honey. Come here.”

You sit up on your knees again and let him guide your hands down to his belt buckle, where he nods for you to undo it. He sits up just enough for you to pull him out, eyes widening slightly at the length and the girth of him. You swallow and shake your head after a second, knowing you can’t make him wait any longer. 

“Spit on it,” he demands, “Don’t make me ask again.”

You nod, “Yes, sir.”

You lean forward and let your spit fall from between your lips, watching how it floods Rafe’s already leaking tip. Slowly, Rafe guides your hand over him, helping you rub your spit down his shaft. 

“That’s it,” he grins, “Good fucking girl. Get me all ready for you.”

“More?” you ask him, looking down at his wet, hard cock.

“Yeah, baby, more,” he nods, brushing hair from your face and tucking it behind your ear. 

You spit on him again, rubbing it up and down with both hands this time instead of one. Rafe throws his head back on the couch cushion as you stroke him, drawing even more precum from his tip. 

“Fuck,” he moans, “That’s so good. Take your dress off, come on.”

You do as told, removing your hands only for a moment to pull your dress over your head. He grins as you do exactly what you’re told, nodding his head slightly in approval. You bask in the slight nod of praise, wanting more from him. Your hands return to his cock and he grunts when you squeeze him, twisting your wrist and watching his face contort as you do.

“Shit,” he grunts, “You wet for me, baby? You think Daddy can just slide right in? Or do I have to work you open? Make you take me?”

You shake your head slowly, knowing that he knows how wet you are purely by the way you’re leaking on his jeans. 

“I can take it, Daddy,” you whimper.

He smiles, “Gorgeous, filthy thing. C’mere. You talk a big game for such a little girl.”

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1,017 notes - Posted July 25, 2022

#2

a series of attempts — bucky barnes

Bucky comes to you with everything — everything but his true feelings. He likes his sweet, little, innocent girl. Until you choose not to play the game anymore.

warnings: swearing, manipulation on bucky's part, kissing, smut (at the end, you'll see it coming — dry humping, kissing allusion to more)

     You’d never pegged yourself as one of those people who went to bed early. You’d never been too particular about it at all — you went to sleep when you wanted and that’s that. Although you had your share of late nights, getting older and settling into a steady job brought out the most adult-like tendencies in you. 

Which is why you find yourself ready to assault whoever is on the other side of your front door, brutally pounding on it and then switching to the doorbell when that attempt deems unsuccessful. 

“What the — Buck,” you groan, letting your face fall into your hands, “Seriously?”

He smirks, “Hi, sweetheart.”

Even at three o’clock in the morning, you feel your heart soar at his raspy, tired voice. When you look up at him again, you take in his appearance. He’s been beaten up pretty bad, but the blood dripping from his knuckles tells you that the other guy looks worse. Of course he does. Bucky doesn’t play around. 

“What happened to you?” 

He laughs now, stepping closer to the threshold of your home, as if he expects you to step out of his way so he can enter. Instinctually, you do, naturally letting go of every feminine instinct you possess when he’s within ten feet of you. 

“Comes with the job. You should know that by now. Clean me up?”

“Uh — yeah. Come in,” you reply, stepping aside so he can enter. 

He smirks as he passes you, taking in your little outfit with no subtlety whatsoever. His eyes wander down the front of your tank top and once he’s past you, he tosses his head over his shoulder to check out your legs in your sleep shorts. You swallow down your objection, feeling the need to please him, especially in his state, and follow him into the kitchen. 

“Well?” he turns to you, looking handsome as ever in his bloodstained button-up. 

You freeze, “Well, what?”

When he chuckles, you feel yourself shrink. Bucky’s always had a way of making you feel small, but not necessarily in a bad way. You almost feel as if your brain shuts down when he’s around, like you automatically know that he’ll do all the thinking for you. That he’s there, so you’re safe. Provided for. If only you were spoken for. 

“You’re playing nurse, baby. Tell me where you want me.”

He watches your throat constrict, but says nothing. Instead, he just allows the smirk to grow on his lips. 

“Hop up on the counter,” you say, your voice hoarse, “Let me get my kit.”

He watches as you hurry off to collect your first aid kit from your bathroom. You grab it from under the sink, then take a quick glance in the mirror. It’s fine. It’s Bucky. Just relax. 

But it’s impossible for you to relax around Bucky. He’s been dangling himself in front of you for the better part of two years; teasing you and haunting your dreams all while you refrained from confessing just how much you love him. 

You’d given up on anything happening between the two of you when he hooked up with your best friend at your birthday party last year. To make matters worse, you’d been the one to catch them — in your home, no less, but thankfully not your bed — and you’d cried for days. Not that Bucky knew that. He knew you were pissed, sure, but he didn’t know why. And the why is the most important part of it all. 

You stop when you pick up your lip gloss tube, then toss it back down on the counter. Yes, Bucky checks you out from time to time, but he always has. You just assumed that based on his lack of attempting anything, he didn’t find you appealing enough. That thought alone could make you tear up. 

You hurry away from the mirror and back to the kitchen, freezing in the doorway when you take in the sight in front of you. Bucky’s button-up rests folded up in his lap, leaving his perfectly carved, tan chest on display. That smirk spreads across his lips again, and sometimes you swear you could just smack it right off. 

“Sorry—” you blurt, “I couldn’t find the kit.”

“Here I was thinking you were getting all prettied up for me,” he teases. 

You let out a weak and unconvincing laugh as you open up the kit beside him, removing the materials you need. 

“It’s three in the morning,” you remind him, “You get what you get when you show up at this hour.”

He laughs like he can’t help himself, then turns to you, so close you can feel his breath, “I always like what I get, no matter what time it is.”

You recoil when the scent of alcohol hits your nose, and you realize all too quickly what it means. 

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1,578 notes - Posted July 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

loveless — bucky barnes

synopsis: hating Bucky Barnes is easy. Sleeping with him and keeping the feelings away proves to be much more difficult.

warnings: swearing, slight mention of anxiety symptoms, SMUT (oral: f&m receiving, PinV sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, slight orgasm denial, degrading language (not to reader), kissing)

     His eyes are darker than usual today. 

That’s the first thing you notice as you sit across the table from him, glaring at him with a clenched jaw. He’s glaring right back, neither of you trying to pay attention to your boss as he goes through the quarterly figures. 

“Got it, Barnes?” Tony’s voice brings both of you out of your hateful gaze. 

You watch as Bucky clears his throat and looks over, nodding his head, “Yeah. Got it, boss.”

“I’m sure you do. You looked very engaged,” Tony mutters sarcastically. 

Bucky laughs at that, “Oh, I was. In fact, Y/N’s got some ideas to increase sales this quarter. She was telling me about them last night—”

“When I was working late,” you cut in, not wanting to give the wrong impression, despite knowing Bucky’s actively trying to make you look bad, “Bucky came into my office to drop off the expense reports, and—”

“And, we got to talking,” Bucky takes over, “Tell him your great ideas, Y/N. I especially like the strip poker idea. For charity, of course.”

“That’s enough,” Tony glares at Bucky, “Y/N, any real suggestions?”

You swear your blood stops in your veins, because no, you didn’t have any real suggestions. In fact, part of this job makes you feel like you’re drowning, and the ability to think outside the box is far out of your reach when you can barely think inside of it. 

“Um,” you stutter, listening to Bucky chuckle victoriously across from you, “Sir, I—”

“No, then. Great. Let’s move on. Rogers, how are things on your end?”

Your eyes close under the embarrassment and you're sure you look about as incompetent as anyone can get. After a moment, you look over to Steve, who’s preparing to speak. He gives you a compassionate smile, which you return. He’s always been nice to you. Your first day on the job, he walked you all the way to Tony’s office. He brings you coffee from the breakroom frequently, and he always backs you up in meetings when he can tell you’re nervous. Your favorite part about it all is that he doesn’t have to do any of it. 

Bucky rudely clears his throat, earning your attention back. You narrow your eyes, trying your best to show your annoyance in one glance. He just smirks and raises his elbow up on the arm rest, waving his metal fingers at you. 

     Once the meeting clears, you take your time collecting your things. Bucky escapes without a second thought while Steve hangs around, giving you a gentle and reassuring smile when you stand from your chair. 

“Strip poker, huh?” he teases. 

You roll your eyes, “I never suggested that.”

Steve laughs easily, leading you out of the conference room. He holds his arm out, allowing you to walk through first, and the blush that rises to your cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed, you’re sure. 

“I know you didn’t. Bucky’s brain is… unique.”

He watches you smile as he walks by your side down the hall, where you spy Bucky himself, leaning against the wall and flirting with Tony’s intern. Your eyes roll once again as he leans in closer, grinning like a fool as she smiles up at him with hopeful eyes. You’re sure he’s loving it. 

“It sure is,” you mutter, “How’s Sam?”

“He’s good, you know, he’s spending some time with his sister and nephews…”

Steve’s voice trails off in your head as you pass by Bucky and his beloved intern. You catch his eye as you pass, glaring at him. He smirks, his eyes shamelessly checking you out even while he’s in the middle of flirting with another woman. 

“Excuse me, sweetie,” Bucky mumbles, pushing himself off the wall and following behind you. With a smirk, you start swaying your hips a little bit as you walk just to fuck with him. You hear a groan from behind you, which widens your smirk greatly. “What are you two gossiping about up there?”

Steve sighs, “Do you have to be a dick every second of your life?”

“Makes things more interesting,” Bucky shrugs, “Hey, great idea in the meeting today, Y/N. I really enjoyed that panicked look on your face at the idea of disappointing Tony.”

Before you can muster up a response, Steve stops and turns around, setting his wide palm on Bucky’s chest. 

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1,865 notes - Posted July 14, 2022

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[mossychaos]

im not used to showing my hyperfixiations to the people i care about. this is mostly becuase i never really got positive feedback when i did talk about it when i was younger. i would talk about something im excited about only to be told ‘your too old for that’ or ‘thats not something i care about.’ and i guess this isnt something really bad to be told, but ADHD is mean and gave me rsd as a rtreat so :p idk what to tell you. it just kinda made me scared to talk about things that make me happy. ive been better about that recently with friends but its slow progress which is fine. but also ive recently joined a server (maybe a few months ago idk time weird) and they’ve just been so nice and accepting. its still weird to me that i could just saw something and theyll respond. bonus becuase its a positive response. im really greatful for meeting those people and i hope they know i care them ❤

#moss rants #kinda #its kinda a rant but also not becuase a rant implies im angry #so this could also just be moss talks #incase it isnt clear this is mostly negative about the adults ive meet earlier in my life #every adult ive met this year is very chill and i care them #im sorry this ended up being so long #idk how to do the read more thing #also if youre on the discord im talking about on this post hi i care you very much #im very thankful for meeting those people #they're so fucking nice its amazing #real adhd moments is when it took me an entire day to make this post #im also thankful for all my irl friends who had to meet me and still decided they liked me #im very happy about meeting all of you and you make me happy everyday #oop this got really sappy lmao #sorry for my horrible grammer im not in the mood to write 'properly' #might delet later #lets see if i remeber #GOD my tags get long huh

[heeracha]

## cupping the jaw, a kiss and a hug. — k. sunoo

synopsis: he always felt giddy with that habit of yours you do when you see him, but he never realized how much it meant to him until he got a taste of losing it.

content/genre: lovers to ex to... lovers. HEHE

warning(s): drinking, mentions of being drunk. swearing. sappy and cliché as fuck 😭 unproof read bcs im lazy

wc: 3.4k ,,, oops

note: ,,,, i just,,,, yeah,,, also take this as a peace offering of no updates for ymtm lmAO

cupping the jaw, a kiss on the cheek and hugging him by his neck. that was the sequence of the habit you do everytime you see sunoo.

a habit that slowly started from an awkward kiss on the cheek, still hesitating on which side you should peck. that turned to cupping his jaw, to lead yourself where you should kiss him and avoid bumping on each other's head. until the hug was developed. you remembered having a very bad day, sunoo picking you up from work. the moment you saw him, you ran to him, cupping his jaw, pressing a kiss on his cheek and straight up hugging him. sunoo knew right away what's up, taking you home to pamper you.

it was the same day he told you that he loves you, saying he wants to be the one to make you smile whenever you feel down. he will go through such lengths, even embarrassing himself in front of the whole world, that's how much he loves you. and after that, it's a habit you can't get rid of.

now, you're in a family reunion. it has been awhile since you have been with your cousins along with your uncles and aunts, grandparents and of course, your parents. it was no secret that you're excited to bring sunoo to your family. actually, it was your first time bringing a partner along these family gatherings.

you were talking to your aunt about something, until she excuses herself from your conversation. you feel a nudge on your shoulder and you look at the culprit to see your cousin's fianceé with a smile. "you're excited bringing him home, hm?" she says and you chuckle, nodding.

you remember the time when all of you were around, drinking. you were all complete, you were the only one who didn't bring someone. and of course, being in a large group while drinking couldn't be helped but be in separate conversations, you being with your cousin's girlfriend—now fianceé—as you randomly blurt out, "i wonder when am i going to be able to bring a boyfriend with me in these gatherings."

"i just hope you guys would like him, you know?" you say and she nods.

"i'm pretty sure, everyone will love him." she says and you smile. your heart leaps as you hear the doorbell, knowing exactly who it is. you excuse yourself, not resisting the big smile on your face as she winks at you.

you go to the door, opening it to see sunoo with a smile as he carries four boxes of pizza. "is this enough?" sunoo asks, nervousness in his tone could be heard. you look behind you to see everyone occupied as you lightly close the door. you reach out, cupping his jaw as you kiss his cheek and wrap your arms around his neck. sunoo sighs in relief, calming down for a bit as he leans his cheek against the side of your head.

you pull away, looking at him. "i told you you didn't have to bring something. the table's really full, love." you say and sunoo chuckles.

"it's still a nice gesture, you know?" sunoo says and you chuckle, pushing the door open and going in as sunoo follows you. you introduce sunoo to everyone as you glare at your cousins while they look at you teasingly. oh, you know what's going to happen to sunoo... because you did it with your cousin's partners as well.

get sunoo drunk.

it was a family tradition since all of you drink pretty hard whenever there's a gathering. when night came, they made sunoo chug down as soon as he confirmed that it was fine.

"been there." your cousin's boyfriend says, patting sunoo at the back.

"all of us have been there." another says and sunoo laughs.

"welcome to the family!" your cousin shouts. "you are now expected in each and every family gatherings."

by four in the morning, you were by the sink, washing the left dirty dishes. "hi." sunoo mumbles, kissing the side of your head. "i see where you get your wildness."

sunoo laughs and you chuckle, smiling at him. "they didn't make you uncomfortable, did they?" you ask and he shakes his head.

"i actually have a very good time." he says with a smile as he takes the dishes to rinse.

"hey!" you say. "come on, leave it."

"let me help, okay?" sunoo says and you smile.

you were so in love with him. you can't even remember a time when you were not. you know sunoo loves you, but you just don't know if he's the same as much as you.

"by the way," you said. "what my cousin said earlier about being in each and every—"

"i would love that." sunoo says, smiling at you. "i hope you know, i'm in this with you for the long run."

you smile at him, nudging him lightly as you kiss his shoulder.

cupping his jaw and... he grabs your wrists, pulling them down.

sunoo softly sighs. "i'm kind of tired." he says. "i'm sorry."

"no, no. it's okay." you say. "you should rest."

sunoo nods, going straight to th bedroom. no kiss, no hug, no i love you. no happy two years to us, my love. you shake your head, sighing. he was just tired. defeated, you went to the dining room that was connected to the kitchen to put the food away which you prepared for you two's anniversary.

after texting jungwon that you left the food for them and pleading him not to tell sunoo that you have prepared something.

that was just for tonight. sunoo's just tired, you thought. but you were wrong. so wrong. it was when you and sunoo started to grow apart, barely talking to each other. maybe it was your fault that you didn't talk to sunoo about it. maybe it was sunoo getting tired of the relationship. whatever it was, you didn't like it. but there was nothing you could do, couldn't you?

wrong. you could talk to sunoo, but you were too scared.

for months, it went on like that. you would text him first, but it was just a small conversation unlike the old times where you two have too much to say, 24 hours of the day aren't even enough for the two of you. but now, you wouldn't even last for a minute.

eventually, you got tired. or maybe, just gave up on trying to save the dying relationship.

after a week of not texting him, sunoo comes knocking to your apartment. once you open the door, he storms inside and you sigh, closing the door as you turn around to look at sunoo.

"you haven't texted for a week." sunoo said. "what's up?"

"do i have to?" you ask and he scoffs.

you two barely fought, but it could get ugly. usually, it was just a small argument, you would roll your eyes, busy yourself in doing something to forget the fight as sunoo calms himself down by staying away from you for an hour.

"y/n, i'm your boyfriend. are you forgetting that?"

"are you?" you snap and sunoo raises an eyebrow. "answer me, for the past months, sunoo, did i have a boyfriend? you have a girlfriend, but did i have a boyfriend?"

for the past months. you still made effort even if sunoo didn't. he was tired and stressed. that was what you kept telling yourself. but you don't know anymore. or maybe you do, you just don't want to admit that sunoo fell out of love.

"what are you saying?" sunoo says.

"if you don't know what i mean, then i can't help you." you say. "do you expect me to tell you what was wrong and what you should do to make it right everytime you did something wrong?"

"no, but—"

"then think, sunoo." you say. "i can't be on a one-sided relationship. i don't want to be in a one-sided relationship."

"are you breaking up with me?" sunoo says. all his pride falls, ready to get on his knees to ask you to not do it. his tears pool in his eyes when you look down, nodding.

"i love you, but.." you mumble. "i don't think you do anymore."

that's it. you're giving sunoo an out.

"y/n, stop being silly, i—"

"you have a spare key, right? you can pick your things up tomorrow when i'm at work. just leave the key there. please bring the stuff i left in your dorms, too." you say, walking past sunoo who just stands there frozen.

you fiddle with your fingers, stopping as you look back at him to see him not moving an inch. you turn around, walking to him. he looks at you with tears on his cheeks. you cup his jaw, kissing his cheek and wrapping your arms around his neck. he wraps his arms around your waist, closing his eyes.

"take care." you mumble, pulling away as you go straight into your room. you lock the door, letting your tears go as you softly sob.

it's been three months. no cupping the jaw, a kiss on the cheek that is followed by hug. three months and none of it. sunoo drowned himself in practicing and training, busying himself to forget about it.

but he couldn't help but miss it.

sunoo enters the practice room of the hybe building, sighing as he can't help but be sad about it again. he just lets his tears fall to just get over it and finally start practicing. he puts his duffle bag on the side as he starts to warm up.

"you okay?" heeseung's voice comes in and sunoo looks at him through the mirror, nodding. "you miss her, don't you?"

sunoo sighs, nodding. "of course, i do. but i don't want her anymore. the breakup's the best for the both of us. i get to focus more here and she gets to focus on her job." he says.

"what makes you think you don't want her anymore?" heeseung asks.

"well, i know that i miss being the relationship. i like being with someone. but not her." sunoo says. "you get it, right?"

"yeah," heeseung says. "you want the relationship back, but not with her." and sunoo nods at that. "that's pure bullshit."

"what?" sunoo says, looking at heeseung.

"you want your old relationship back? sunoo, there's only one person who can have that kind of relationship with you. that's y/n." heeseung says. "you're just denying it because you were hurt and you think you've moved on from y/n when you clearly haven't. it wasn't your fault alone, it was both of you."

sunoo looks at heeseung with a frown, ready to protest but the older boy walks to the table, taking sunoo's phone. "look, it's just two things," heeseung says. "you can either call or text or go to her right now and tell her you two could fix what's broken because no relationship has no bumpy road, or," heeseung takes sunoo's hand, placing the phone on his palm. "you can change your lockscreen and delete everything about her in your phone."

heeseung pats sunoo on the back, ruffling the younger's hair as he turns around and exits the practice room. "i'll cover for you." he says and sunoo chuckles, opening his phone as he looks at the picture he had taken of you.

heeseung probably got fed up of sunoo's lame excuse of pretending he's still in a relationship.

sunoo walks out of the practice room, straight out of the company building as he runs the way to your apartment, knowing your job won't start until 10 in the morning.

as sunoo is about to step up the stairway of your apartment, the door opens to reveal you. rushing, you trip on your feet but sunoo is fast enough to catch you by your waist. you look at sunoo, eyes wide. "hi." you say, standing up straight as you start walking down.

"hi." sunoo says.

"thank you, by the way." you say, putting your hand on your forehead as you remember to thank him, keeping on walking down the street.

"y/n, wait!" sunoo says as he chases you.

you look at him, not stopping. "sunoo, i'm kind of in a rush here—"

"i just need to talk to you." sunoo says and you frown.

"okay, just.. call or text me. i'll talk to you. i'm just really late for work, sunoo." you say. "and you should be in the company building at this hour. is it really important?"

"yes! i'll just make it quick," sunoo says. "look, y/n, i know i was a shitty boyfriend in the last few months of our relationship and i'm sorry i took my stress out on you. i never wanted to breakup, y/n. it's just that i was a little bit lost back then, i didn't know what i wanted to do. but it was no excuse, i should have just talked to you, but that's what i'm here for now. look, i just want—wait, why did we stop?"

you sigh, looking at the building in front of you. sunoo looks at the building, seeing that it was your dream company. "i work here now." you say, smiling.

"just like you always wanted." sunoo mumbles, smiling at you.

you sigh. "look, it wasn't entirely your fault. i was too scared to reach out, i didn't want you to think i'm prying too much, but i shouldn't have let my thoughts take over. i'm sorry, too." you say, pressing your lips into a thin line. "what did you want to say? you just want what?"

i just want you.

"i just think.. we're too busy right now." you say, frowning as you look at sunoo who looks down. that's a lie, he was too busy for you. sunoo remembered whenever he needed you, you would rush to do things in time just for you to be with him. but he can't even let you do your little habit whenever you see him because he was too busy. "what is it, sunoo?"

sunoo smiles. "i just.. want you to be okay."

you smile, turning around to go inside. "y/n," he calls and you look at him. "good luck." sunoo says and you smile.

"i'll call you next week so we can catch up." you says. "i don't want you out of my life."

sunoo smiles, nodding as he watches you go inside the building. it's fine. it's more than okay for him, even if he's just a friend now, at least he's not out of your life.

sunoo follows you out of your parents' house with his mouth lightly opened. he lets out a small laugh and you look at him with a frown. "you.." sunoo chuckles. "you never told them we broke up."

you groan. "i'm sorry! they love you too much. i can't help, but tell them you're still my boyfriend." you said, looking at him. "i'm sorry."

sunoo shakes his head. "what did you tell them when i wasn't able to attend the other family gatherings?" he asks.

"you're on tour." you said and sunoo laughs, shaking his head. he hooks his finger on a belt loop of your jeans, pulling you as his free hand catches your cheek and presses his lips against yours. too caught off guard, your eyes widen but your eyes slowly close, melting in sunoo's touch.

as you were about too kiss back, sunoo pulls away, not opening his eyes as he places his hands on your shoulders, leaning his forehead against yours. "i'm sorry." he mumbles. "it's probably the alcohol."

you hum, nodding. sunoo stands up straight, clearing his throat. "i should go now." sunoo says and you hum in question.

"but i prepared the pull out bed for you." you said. "besides, you drank." you said and sunoo sighed, looking at you. you smile, holding your hand out to him to which he takes as you pull him inside the house.

as everyone slowly went to sleep, you being the last ones once again, went to bed at two in the morning. sunoo absolutely beaten, judging by how he slept right away when he laid down on the pull out bed. you, on the other hand, despite being tired couldn't sleep.

four months since you told sunoo you two were too busy for each other and you can't help but think once in a while that maybe you made a mistake. there was no doubt that you love sunoo just as much as you did if not more. but what was stopping you?

you sigh, turning your body as you look at sunoo sleeping peacefully.

well, you were scared. what if you really were meant to be alone and you just got a taste of what's it like to have a partner? you couldn't handle another heartbreak. but what if this it will work? you just want to be with sunoo for the rest of your life, hopefully.

you know what? whatever. so what if you and sunoo's time together has a limit? your fear is one of the things why the relationship didn't work the first time. for now, at least, you're giving this a chance and wouldn't wonder the what if you didn't give this relationship a second chance.

you sit up, laying beside sunoo as you hug him from behind, holding his hand. as you kiss his shoulder, you fell into a peaceful slumber.

as sunoo pulls up in front of your apartment, he climbs down the car and takes your things out as you go around the car to take them. sunoo turns around, bumping against you causing you to laugh as sunoo laughs along. "hi." he says with a smile, leaning his forehead against yours.

"hi." you chuckle.

sunoo sighs, pressing his lips against yours. "get some rest, okay?" he says and you nod, closing your eyes. "okay. we'll talk tomorrow about us, hm?"

sunoo couldn't express how happy he felt when he woke up with your arms around him. all he knows he wanted to stay that way. even if your cousins barged in your room and teased the hell out of you, sunoo couldn't help but smile widely as you groan and snuggle against him even more.

"you rest, too, okay?" you say, looking into his eyes. you couldn't help but grin widely. "i'll see you tomorrow?"

"yes." he says, pecking your lips as he pulls away.

"text or call me when you get home, okay?" you say and sunoo nods, smiling. "i love you."

as he opens his door, he couldn't help but stop and look at you with a contented smile on his lips. "i love you more, honey." sunoo says and you smile. "go on. i'll go when you go up."

you turn around, walking to the front stairs of your apartment. you stop, turning back around and jog to sunoo. he looks at you, eyes surprised as you open his door, pulling him out of the vehicle.

for the first time in a long while, you cup his jaw, kissing his cheek and wrap your arms around his neck. sunoo felt a wave of emotions washed him as he felt a big lump on his throat, tears pooling in his eyes. sunoo shakily sighs, chuckling softly.

about to pull away, sunoo pulls you back in by wrapping his arms around your waist as he lets his tears fall. he smiles widely. "don't ever stop doing this again, okay?" he mumbles and you nod.

"i don't ever want to." you mumble and he presses his nose against your cheek as he closes his eyes, taking in the moment of having you back in his arms.

this time, he would do everything to never lose your habit ever again.

closing the door of your room, you face sunoo with a wide smile. "we did it." you softly say and sunoo nods, smiling.

seven years later, here you are, married just six hours ago.

"we did it." he repeats, smile not falling off as he walks to you. you sigh in content, smiling at him. sunoo cups your jaw, littering kisses all over your face making you laugh, stopping on your forehead as he kisses it longer then the rest and wraps his arms around your waist. "i love you, y/n. so much."

"i love you, too."

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[idnek83]

bro do you think you could write any fluff of hinasoudam, like them just being stupid or sumthing i absolutely love how well they work as a group and theres no content or like at least your toughts?¿

Dude I love hinasoudam and the only reason I haven’t written it yet is cus I’m trying not to have too many wips going at once haha

But god do I have so many thoughts about these boys.

First off, I think Hajime and Gundham are the ones most prone to traditional romance. These two have candlelight dinners and bouquets on lock, and you know Gundham writes long sappy poems for his boyfriends that he recites to them while they’re all cuddled up on the couch. Soda tries to do some of the same stuff but usually it turns out just a little off. Like he wants to have a romantic dinner but gets too focused on making sure the table is set just right and ends up burning dinner, so they have candlelight McDonalds instead while Hajime forces Soda to cover his lap with a napkin before he gets ketchup on his nice suit pants and Gundham chuckles at his boyfriends and steals their fries while they’re distracted

Soda dates are usually more things like going to an amusement park or bowling, but Hajime had to put an end to bowling dates because Soda and Gundham got too competitive about it and ended up causing a scene at the bowling alley oops. (The replacement is mini-golf, and they are on thin fucking ice with that too. Hajime is constantly reminding them of that lmao)

Sleeping with the three of them is a mess at first. Soda is a sprawler who moves a lot in his sleep, Gundham likes to hold or be held, and Hajime is a light sleeper who’s constantly being woken up by either Gundham wrapping around him or Soda slapping him in the face 😬 Eventually they figure it out though haha. Turns out once Gundham has a hold on someone in his sleep he will not let them go, so as long as Gundham has Soda restrained Hajime is free to snuggle up with either of them without worrying about being woken up 12 times a night. The most common configuration is Gundham in the middle holding Soda while Hajime spoons him. (Sometimes Hajime wants to be in the middle though, so he suffers through his boyfriends’ habits, and eventually he adjusts enough that he’s only getting woken up 2 or 3 times night, which he can deal with)

When it comes to PDA Gundham is the most hesitant. At first Hajime and Soda decide they won’t do it either because they don’t want Gundham to feel left out, but it just makes Gundham feel guilty. They talk it out and Gundham encourages them to be as affectionate with each other as they want in public because he really doesn’t mind, and after a while they realize Gundham is a big sap and actually really enjoys seeing his boys hold hands and be affectionate with each other, so it pretty much stops being an issue. (Though Gundham still gets embarrassed when he holds their hands in public haha)

Ugh I just really like the way all three of them balance each other out, like Hajime mediating Soda and Gundham’s dumb rivalry, Gundham reigning in Hajime and Soda’s pure dumb-assery, and Soda bringing in some levity when Gundham and Hajime get too in their heads or too serious. Just… I love them 🥺

#look I love them and want to write them but I'm already working on 2 fics and I can't start another #but maybe one day #replies #anon #hinasoudam #hinadam #soudam #soul friends #soda kazuichi #kazuichi souda #hajime hinata #gundham tanaka #add to master list

[masterhandss]

This new episode made me so happy with the focus on the four brothers. Alan’s bit was my favorite (not just because he’s my best boy) but because I like how they showed his scenes, Alan slipping off the tree, him fishing w/ Katarina (which imagine the reaction of them returning completely soaking wet) and him ill. It’s fun to see Alan sick since he’s almost in perfect health. What was your favorite brother’s scene?

I know!! Seeing stuff about the Stuart bros that isn't even mentioned in the light novels is so good!!

I agree that Alan's bit is just so nice. People tend to forget that he was really sick and bedridden before Katarina meets him, since he's so energetic whenever they interact. Getting to see him have fun and kinda fail at keeping up with Katarina's energy is a nice subtle reminder that he was ill, before the in-you-face render that yup, he was ill and weak.

The implications of Geordo being angry at Alan for taking away all their mother's attention due to his illness, leaving him alone to live without it while studying on his, while Alan being angry at Geordo for being so perfect and being constantly compared to him IS! SO! GOOD!!!! Like you can kinda get that, I'm pretty sure most fans of hamefura got that implication back in the first season, but more hints and suggestions of it is so satisfying to see!!! so angsty and delicious jhfjhsdgf

I'm a constantly compared twin too, so Alan's scenes does kinda hit hard ngl haha no matter how many times I see or read it. Twins are always made out to be the same person, people are always expecting them to be the same or for them to fight and one-up each other, I really did feel for him in his POV. Maybe it's because my twin sister is my only sibling but I just want to say, the episode made me really really happy that they have someone like Katarina (and Geoffrey) to be the bridge between them.

Enjoying something with a twin is the best way to enjoy anything in my opinion, so while we did see Geordo t-posing his dominance over Katarina, seeing the twins discuss what to get Katarina as a present is a good enough hint for me to gleefully fangirl at the idea of Geordo and Alan having so much fun talking about Katarina, the interests she has shared with them and the hijinks their friend group gets into whenever they are alone together. Their bond as siblings solidifying thanks to a common interest that leads to communication. Talking about things you love and recollecting about them with friends is amazing, but doing it with a twin is something unique and special.

Haha oops sorry for getting sappy out of nowhere. Not me pushing my own experiences onto the Stuart twins lmao. I say all that, but my favorite is the Geoffrey parts. All he can do is watch over them and support them in the background, even though he wants to do more for them. He's trying to keep the family together even though most of them have grown distant despite being family. He's so thankful for his sibling's fiancees and his own fiancee for helping him keep the family happy and together, unbeknownst to them or not.

I love his stuff the best because we've never had a Geoffrey POV in the novels, and even if we could understand his feelings and intentions through other characters, it's nice to hear him voice his thoughts with his own mouth, yknow?

Some stuff involving Suzanna was kinda cut in order to give room for the Stuart bros, like her fixation for Katarina and her history with Geoffrey, but hopefully they bring those back when we get to the adaption of the other kidnapping event lmao.

Thank you for the ask :DD

#mh talks #hamefura #my next life as a villainess #hamefura x #bakarina #destruction flag otome #geoffrey stuart #jeffrey stuart #geordo stuart #alan stuart

[suunnysyde]

Haikyuu x reader headcannons

Guess what mamas 🙄

I died, decided to write Haikyuu headcannons for when they’re dating you, and voila! Bon appetite.

I made these for what?? Nothing, so I decided better get some use out of it.

* I tried to not make it too biased on anything, for example not many milk mentions for Kageyama or video games for Kenma. I slipped a few times oops.

Content under tag cause its a long one lmao

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[ GIRLS ]

- You and Alisa dress each other up.

- Alisa would take you shopping for your dates with Lev ( or her )

- You hype Yachi up when she feels down.

- You play volleyball with Kiyoko sometimes, that’s partly why she got good.

- Yachi probably has a lower than normal immune system so you’re taking her of her a lot, think of it as a way of giving back to her.

- Kiyoko prepares the most extravagant dates for you, if you ask why she merely says “only the best for my lover.”

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[ KARASUNO ]

- Kageyama would file your nails while you talk if he sees you picking on them.

- Hinata would go to school with his nails painted because his sister painted them. On that note, Hinata would paint your nails if you needed help on your non-dominant hand.

- Tsukishima and Akaashi would grab your hand when they’re nervous and squeeze it gently.

- Asahi likes it when you play with his hair.

- Dates with Yamaguchi would either be ordering take-out and binging anime or just cuddling and sleeping.

- Nishinoya would teach you ‘Rolling Thunder’ if you asked.

- Nishinoya also really likes it when you play with his hair.

- You and Tsukishima have study dates at a cafe and eat strawberry shortcake.

- Sometimes Sugawara goes to your house to cook for you. Or you both cook together and then share it to the team as a treat.

- Daichi would take you out to a carnival and win whatever you want for you.

- Nishinoya’s grandfather adores you, and always asks how you are. And scolds Nishinoya in front of you sometimes, saying how he should treat you right.

- Tsukishima would make playlists with songs that remind him of you.

- You let Yamaguchi explain volleyball shenanigans so he remembers them.

- Kageyama *loves* getting hugs from you, but doesn’t start them in fear you don’t want to reciprocate the hug.

- If you play volleyball you practice spiking with Hinata so he can practice receiving.

- You and Asahi go to movie drive ins and cuddle in the backseat.

- If you do something to Asahi’s hair, like a hairstyle, he would wear it around without taking it off. Nishinoya comments on his hair saying how he’s lucky to have a girl like you.

- The pretty setter squad ( specifically Kageyama, Kenma, Akaashi and Oikawa ) are all really observant so if you have some random cut they’ll and you don’t notice they’ll put a bandaid on you.

- Daichi keeps a note on his phone on things you like and don’t like plus things you’ve said.

- Tsukishima let’s you wear his glasses when you two are alone, he enjoys seeing you happy. Even if he doesn’t admit it.

- If you have freckles Hinata would count them and draw constellations on your face. ( bonus: he kisses each individual freckle )

- Kageyama tries to braid your hair, he’ll probably just tangle it though.

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[ NEKOMA ]

- Kenma knows how to braid hair pretty well, so he would often practice on you, if you have short hair small braids.

- Kenma also likes to rest his head near your neck, it feels like you’re somehow protecting him from the outside world.

- Kuroo takes you on beach dates during summer vacation.

- You and Kuroo would throw insults at each other to see who gets mad first, loser normally buys food. On that note if you’re close to breaking and you’ve lost twice in a row he’ll call quits.

- The pretty setter squad ( specifically Kageyama, Kenma, Akaashi and Oikawa ) are all really observant so if you have some random cut they’ll and you don’t notice they’ll put a bandaid on you.

- Kenma would name his starter Pokémon after you, since he keeps his starter till the end. ( bonus: uses a lot of potions on you so you don’t faint )

- Kenma gets you stuffed animals when he goes to the arcade.

- Yaku treats your wounds if you trip and scrape your knee. ( carries first aid kit for his wounds )

- Alisa would take you shopping for your dates with Lev ( or her )

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[ FUKŪRODANI ]

- Tsukishima and Akaashi would grab your hand when they’re nervous and squeeze it gently.

- Bokuto often calls you at 3am to ask you to go with him to a supermarket or to tell you he’s outside your house.

- Akaashi would help you study for your exams, he can quickly grasp any subject’s basics.

- Akaashi would read you what he’s reading at the moment, or a resumen of what’s happening.

- TW: SWEAR // Kenma is shit at 8ball so he tends so ignore your 8ball advances.

- The pretty setter squad ( specifically Kageyama, Kenma, Akaashi and Oikawa ) are all really observant so if you have some random cut they’ll and you don’t notice they’ll put a bandaid on you.

- You and Bokuto dance in the rain even if Akaashi advises against it because you two always get sick afterwards.

- Bokuto loves PDA and showing you off in general ( “HEY GUYS! LOOK AT MY BEAUTIFUL LOVER!” )

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[ AOBA JOHSAI ]

- Iwaizumi does work out dates ( pls his muscles )

- You and Oikawa would watch crappy movies and judge them. Especially sappy romance movies, though he jokes about going on cheesy dates with you.

- The pretty setter squad ( specifically Kageyama, Kenma, Akaashi and Oikawa ) are all really observant so if you have some random cut they’ll and you don’t notice they’ll put a bandaid on you.

- Oikawa would ask you to make him lunches as he adores your cooking.

- Iwaizumi makes you lunches, pretty good cook.

- If any of his fangirl do anything to you Oikawa will not hesitate to scold them, he won’t leave your side afterwards for a week.

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[ SHIRATORIZAWA ]

- Tendo and Futakuchi would start prank wars with you.

- Tendo once joked about committing arson with you. ( once, for now )

- Tendo brought you to an abandoned building with pizza and you both ate pizza at the rooftop before stargazing.

- Tendo has joked frequently about stealing a stop sign though, it’s on his bucket list on things to do with you.

- //TIMESKIP Tendo makes you chocolate for when you’re on your period ( if you like chocolate )

- Ushijima *never* gets sick. Bacteria are scared of him.

- Tendō always talks to you about the latest manga and encourages you to read it with him.

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[ JOHENZI and ITACHIYAMA ]

- Terushima once brought you out to a laser tag date, it got intense. He lost. No mercy.

- Terushima’s music taste changes every month so every month he makes you a playlist of the songs he likes most.

- Sakusa likes it both when he plays with your hair and when you play with his, although he won’t admit the latter.

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[ DATEKO ( DATE TECH ) ]

- Tendo and Futakuchi would start prank wars with you.

- You and Aone go to petting zoos as dates.

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OUTRO

now, now, wait. Before you go. If you made it this far lmao, allow me to serenade you, with Haikyuu Chants

TW: all caps

( idk if I had to mark that but I know someone who hates all caps so ye )

AOBA JOHSAI, AOBA JOHSAI ( OH! )

OOOOH SEIJOH

NEKOMA NEKOMA, NEKO NEKO, NEKO MA

SHIIIIIRATORIZAWA ( dun dun ) SHIIIIIRATORIZAWA

GO GO LETS GO, LETS GO DATEKO

NOHEBI NOHEBI NOHEBI * smt in japanese * HA CHI CHI CHI

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[lyricalporcupine]

Talking about how much they love the other to friends/family pls 😊

Here ya go! I did both Yasha and Beau and there is a time skip. I also got carried away with Beau’s part so oops lmao

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“You’re such a fucking sap,” Molly cajoled.

Yasha smirked and shoved her friend, causing him to stumble a bit on the street. He laughed as he regained his balance and turned around to face Yasha, walking backwards without regard to the other people.

“It’s true, darling,” he drawled with his own smirk.

Yasha felt herself flush and knew her face was red to the tips of her pointed ears. “She makes me happy,” Yasha said simply with a shrug and soft smile.

“Ugh,” Molly exclaimed, turning with a flourish that allowed Yasha close the small distance between them to allow them to walk side by side again. “Why?”

Yasha’s soft smile grew. “She’s strong. She’s really funny. She’s smart as hell. She’s honest,” Yasha said with a chuckle, “even if it hurts.”

“She’s an asshole,” Molly countered, to which Yasha laughed.

“I like that she’s an asshole,” Yasha said with a shrug.

Molly smirked at her. “You would.”

Yasha bumped his shoulder and he bumped hers in return.

“Anything else,” Molly asked after a few moments. “What else attracts you to the grumpy one?”

Yasha was silent for a while, hands shoved into her coat pockets. She was quiet for so long that Molly figured she wasn’t going to answer. But then, softly, Yasha said, “She makes me feel safe.”

Molly stared up at his friend. He knew exactly what that meant for her and how important it was. He finally realized that, to Yasha, Beau meant something so precious to her. Something Yasha had been looking for for years that Molly himself had tried to give her. Beau, to Yasha, meant home.

He huffed, his breath drifting up in front of him as steam in the cold air. He linked his arm through Yasha’s and pushed into her side. “You love her.” It wasn’t a question.

Yasha gave a small nod. “So much.”

Molly heaved a dramatic sigh. “Does this mean I can’t tease her anymore,” he asked with a pout.

Yasha chuffed. “She’d probably think you were sick if you didn’t bicker.”

“Well I am all about keeping up appearances,” he said with a self important sniffle.

Yasha laughed outright. “You’re an asshole,”’she said with all the affection she could muster for the tiefling. Which was quite a lot.

“Yes, I am,” he agreed happily. Then he smiled up at her. “But you like assholes. Remember?”

Yasha smirked down at him before kissing him on his horn. “Yes, I do.”

~~~~~~

It was a rare event that Beau visited her parents. She hated doing it, mostly because of her father. But she went, at least once a month, just to see TJ. Beau’s disdain for her parents wasn’t his fault and Beau hoped, that by spending time with him that he wouldn’t pick up their shitty attitude. As the years trudged on, TJ, thankfully, didn’t seem to be anything like their father.

Instead, much to their parents’ chagrin, TJ had instead picked up his sister’s mannerisms, quick wit, and snark. And as a pre-teen, it was only getting worse. Or better, if you asked Beau, who encouraged him.

Despite this, their parents would allow TJ to visit his sister for a week or so, mainly during the summer while school was out. He’d pack a bag and all but run to her car when she showed up and throw himself at her.

Now they sat on the floor of Beau and Yasha’s living room, playing a racing game TJ brought with him. They were neck and neck, tied in their wins. This was the last race and as

Beau was poised for a victory, Yasha walked out of the bedroom and kissed the top of Beau’s head, which caused her to completely forget the game and crash into a wall as she turned her attention to her fiancé.

“I’m meeting Molly,” she said as she checked her purse. Yasha wore a sun dress, something she didn’t often wear, and turned to smile at Beau and TJ when he turned to look at her after crossing the finish line. “I’ll be back later. I was thinking burgers for dinner?”

TJ’s face lit up. “And milkshakes,” he asked hopefully.

Yasha smiled and walked over to ruffle his slightly curly and very shaggy hair. “Only if you let Beau win,” Yasha teased.

“Oh, nevermind then,” he said and turned back to the tv.

“You little asshole,” Beau said with a laugh.

“Beau!”

“What,” Beau asked defensively. “He knows I’m kidding!”

“I know she’s kidding,” TJ echoed.

Yasha sighed and bent to kiss Beau. “Behave,” she said as she headed for the door.

An echo of “No!” followed her out the door.

Beau and TJ smiled at each other as he picked a new game and Beau set her controller aside, content to watch him play.

“Dad says you’re engaged,” TJ said as he got up and shuffled through his games. He looked over at Beau as she relocated to the couch.

“Yuppers,” she replied. “I was gonna talk to you about that, actually.” She smiled at him and asked, “Want to be a ring bearer?”

“I can’t be your best man,” he asked with a grin.

Beau laughed and raised up her arm, flattening her hand, palm down. “Sorry, you gotta be be at least this tall.”

He glared and flipped her off. She only laughed harder which caused him to smile. “Sure, I can be a ring bearer.”

“Excellent,” Beau said. “Yasha will be thrilled I finally asked.”

“When’s the wedding,” he asked as he finished picking a game and came to sit beside his sister, picking up his controller on the way.

“Next fall,” Beau answered. “Yasha likes the colors.”

“Neat,” TJ replied. “You and Yasha have been together a long time.”

Beau chuckled. “You sound like my friends. They think it’s overdue.”

TJ shrugged. “Maybe they’re right.”

Beau shrugged back. “Eh, we got there in the end. All that matters.”

“You inviting Dad,” TJ asked.

“Well if you and Mom are gonna be there, kinda have to invite the old man, too,” Beau said.

“I could accidentally on purpose break his leg so he has to stay home,” TJ offered.

Beau laughed. “Then you and Mom would have to stay home and take care of him.” She gave him a sideways smile. “Thanks for the offer, though, little brother.”

“Anytime,” he said with a laugh. “So, who asked who?”

Beau smiled and flashed her left hand and waggled her fingers until TJ turned to look at the small blue diamond on her ring finger. “She did.”

TJ looked at the ring then up at is sister. “She has poor taste.”

Beau’s mood fell a bit. “Like you’re some ring expert.”

“Not the ring,” he said. “You.”

Beau made a squawking noise and shoved TJ’s shoulder. “Fuck you!”

He laughed as he fell onto his side. “Fuck you, back!” He never paused in his game.

TJ eventually sat back and smiled. “So,how did you know?”

“How did I know what,” Beau asked.

“How did you know she was ‘the one,’” he asked, laying his controller down to air quote.

Beau smirked. “Really want to know? It’s sappy shit.”

TJ shrugged. “I mean. I did ask.”

“Fair.” Beau repositioned herself and draped her leg over the couch arm. “I always thought she was hot, ya know?”

“She is very pretty,” TJ cut in.

Beau smirked. “I’ll be sure to tell her you said that.”

TJ whipped around to face Beau, his dark skin turning darker with a blush. “Don’t you fucking dare!”

Beau laughed and gently nudged him. “Don’t be a shit and maybe I won’t.” TJ pouted at her and Beau laughed harder. “Anyway. She’s always been hot. And she’s sweet as hell. A literal fucking angel, ya know?”

TJ was nodded like he did, in fact, know.

“But there was a moment, so fucking small, that sealed the deal,” Beau said with a dreamy sigh.

“What was it,” TJ asked, finally pausing his game and turned to Beau, wholly focused on her and the story now.

“We’d been dating for a few months,” Beau continued. “And while out doing some errands, we decided, on a whim, to stop at this antiques store. Nothing there caught my eye,” Beau said before quickly standing and heading over to a bookshelf next to the tv. It held books, of course, but also a few knick knacks. Beau reached for a small clay figurine of a dog, one of a set of five, and turned back to TJ.

“She bought this set of dog figures,” Beau said, a dopey grin on her face. “She had been so excited to have found them. As excited as if they’d been real dogs.” Still holding the figure, Beau walked back over to the couch and sat down and handed the dog to TJ to look at. “You don’t really remember, cause you were still pretty little, but Yasha used to be really standoffish. She was quiet and didn’t talk much.” Beau smiled at her brother. “You fell in love with her immediately, nearly forgetting all about me when we came to visit.”

TJ blushed at Beau’s words.

Beau smiled warmly at him. “That was one of the first times she really came out of her shell.” Beau’s eyes slid shut as she recalled the memory, a large grin on her face. “She was so beautiful in that moment.” Beau’s eyes opened but she didn’t seem to really see TJ in front of her, still lost in her memories. Then she blinked and her eyes focused. “It was one of the cutest fucking things I’d ever seen. The way she lit up, little brother. Brighter than the sun.

“That’s when I knew I would spend the rest of my life with her.”

She smiled at her brother, who simply stared back. He finally handed back the clay dog and nodded. “You were right.”

Beau took the figure and cradled it to her chest. “About what?”

“It really was sappy shit.” Then he smiled at her.

Beau launched from her spot and tackled him, lightly pinching his shoulder as she sat on him.

They eventually came apart, laughing and sweaty from their tussle. Beau put the figure back on the shelf, grateful it didn’t break, and sat back on the couch. TJ went back to his game and they were content in their silence.

Finally TJ said, “I’m really happy you have Yasha. And I’m happy she has you, too.”

Bea smiled and ruffled TJ’s hair. “And I’m happy you’re here, too. We both love you.”

“Ugh,” TJ groaned. “Stop.”

Beau laughed and turned back towards the tv, happy with how her life had shaped up to be.

#beauyasha #lyricalporcupine #yasha nydoorin #beauregard lionett #porcupine writes #beauyasha fanfiction #tj lionett #mollymauk tealeaf

[deerixiie]

Omg your event is so cool! Congrats!!! 🎊🍾🎈🎉 could I maybe request “long drives and sleepless nights” with noya? (PLS LMAO I’m so bad at titles I was trying so hard to think of something inspiring enough for you and something fun to write, I hope you enjoy writing it if you do 🥺 and congrats again!)

long drives and sleepless nights - nishinoya y.

—angst, gn!reader, sorta bittersweet ending, timeskip

—this ask is like 3 months old... and this turned out way longer than expected oops 😭 im gonna crosspost this to ao3!!

Nishinoya is terrified.

You’re sitting so close to him that your shoulders could brush against his if you leaned to the right, but of course you don’t. You’re staring frustratingly out the car window instead, refusing to look at him.

Nishinoya is terrified because he knew was going to screw this up even more than he already did.

Tsukishima had once told him, at the end of his last year in Karasuno when people were starting to consider driver’s licenses, that he should not be trusted behind a wheel of any sorts. He had scowled, ready to snap back at his junior, but then you had laughed, and Nishinoya was staring at the way the corner of your eyes crinkled and how you moved your hand to hide your giggles.

He forgot what he was going to say to Tsukishima, but none of it really mattered because it turns out it was true. He had only obtained the license because of his sister’s persistent teaching and apparent history with his driving instructor (he couldn’t look into his instructor’s eyes after learning that), and even after he did, he managed to crash his car into a stop sign. And a tree. And a ramen stand. His infamous driving accidents had become an inside joke between you, Tanaka, and him; but again, Nishinoya didn’t really mind because you looked so cute whenever you were laughing.

So when three years had come and gone and he was back in Miyagi and he had asked you, “hey, go on a late-night drive with me?” out of nowhere and you had said yes, he was completely floored.

“You’d trust me driving a car?” was what he had said, completely confused, and when you just shrugged it off saying that “it’s been three years, maybe there has been improvement,” he almost cried with joy.

Turns out none of that matters, because despite the fact that there were no road accidents he forgot to fill up the tank of the car.

And now he’s stranded in a car with you on a back road in the middle of God-knows-where, and his phone has no service and its freezing cold. You refuse to talk to him, glaring at the window with a finality that was stubborn, for even you.

Sigh. He really knew how to screw it up, didn’t he?

His ingenious Plan (the capital was intended) was that he’d drive you out to a beach in the middle of the night and then whip up some sappy confession that creates enough romantic tension that it would be ethical to kiss you. And then he’d ask you out and you’d say yes, because he was a great kisser and you were totally in love with him.

(At least, that’s what he’s been trying to convince himself of since he got back to Japan.)

But Nishinoya, being the idiot that he is, didn’t even get to drive you to the beach.

You’re obviously worked up about the entire thing, but apart from arguing with him about what to do earlier, you had remained silent this entire time, avoiding his gaze. He can see the firm press of your lips and furrow in your eyebrows.

(God, he hates that expression. He wants to see you laugh again.)

A quiet voice in his mind instructs him to be quiet, that talking to you would probably make you more upset, but the irrational voice in his mind, the one he always listens to, tells him: “Y/N can’t stay mad at you forever, yolo.” And that, in Nishinoya’s book, is pretty good advice.

So he opens his mouth.

“Hey, Y/N.”

He sees you bristle, but you stay silent. Nishinoya’s heart sinks. “Look, I know you’re mad, but-”

“Are you stupid?”

Nishinoya blinks. “What?”

“You. Are you stupid?”

Yes, he is stupid. He is completely aware of that. He lets out a soft, self-deprecating laugh. “Yeah, I am. I’m sorry.”

“About what?”

“Uh… being stupid? Stranding you in the middle of nowhere? Ruining everything?”

“Yuu.”

You turn to look him straight in the eye, and he realizes your eyes are rimmed with red. God, did he make you cry?

“You left.”

Nishinoya’s world comes crashing down.

He did leave. After learning of Tanaka and Kiyoko’s engagement, he had packed his bags and disappeared. Because the world was moving too fast. Everytime he looked at you and felt that ache in his chest, he told himself he had time. Savor this relationship, this friendship, you can always hide your feelings. But then he saw the way everyone was moving on to new chapters of their lives, even you, and he realized with a shock that if he didn’t confess to you now, you’d move on.

But he was terrified. The threat of rejection loomed over him, taunting him with heartbreak and humiliation, and when he’d try to run from that, the threat of you moving on laughed in his face.

So he ran away.

He ran away from Miyagi. From Karasuno’s volleyball club. From you.

It took him three years to come to his senses and return, and he was so relieved when he found you just where he left you, at home in Miyagi. He picked up things where they’ve left off and tried his best to avoid the issue of him leaving. He mustered up his courage and created the Plan with the intention of going through with it.

But then things went to shit, and suddenly the elephant in the room—“Why did Nishinoya run away?”—became bigger and bigger.

And apparently, you were going to address it. Elephants are hard to ignore.

“You left, Yuu,” you repeat, your eyes piercing into his. “Not even a proper goodbye, just a text to the group chat at 1 AM that you were going halfway across the world. That’s such bullshit. Did you ever think of how we felt?”

Nishinoya opens his mouth to respond, then closes it. Like a dumb-looking fish out of water.

“Did you ever think about how I felt?”

All the air is sucked out of Nishinoya’s lungs. The fish out of water metaphor was apparently becoming more and more fitting.

“I was scared,” Nishinoya mumbles, but it’s a half-assed excuse.

“Scared of what?” Your voice is sharp and it cuts straight through the curtain walls hung around his heart.

“Everything was moving too fast, and I couldn’t keep up with it. I needed to do...something, but I was scared of doing it. So I ran.” Nishinoya sighs. “I’m not saying it was a good thing, I just.. I just panicked. I was barely sleeping because I kept worrying about everything, and it kind of felt like everything was crashing down. So I ran away.”

“What were you scared of doing?”

Your voice came out of seemingly nowhere. The sharp edge was gone, replaced with something softer. Curiosity? Anticipation?

Nishinoya closed his eyes. Yolo, his mind whispered.

“Telling you that I love you.”

(The curtain walls fall to the ground.)

#noya x reader #noya x y/n #noya fanfiction #nishinoya x reader #nishinoya x you #noya x you #nishinoya x y/n #noya angst #nishinoya angst #haikyuu angst #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu drabble #haikyuu #dexii 1k event!! #tw angst #tw arguing

[milkacchan]

Request for anon: If it's not too much to ask, can I have headcanons for omega Shouto with an alpha s/o? Nsfw or sfw is up to you! Love your writing, love! 💞💞💞

I've been waiting for this moment for fucking W E E K S

Thank you 😌

And this is gonna be HELLA long :)

SFW-

• Sof boy

• He's quiet and can have an intimidating demeanor but he's a baby and he WEAK for you

• I mean the first day he saw you, he felt something

• At first he thought you were another omega

• You were shorter than him and the smile you sported the first day had him fooled

• It wasn't long before he realized you were an Alpha

• You and a few of the other Alpha females of the class were particularly protective of the omega females

• specifically you and Mina

• It came as no surprise that you ended up in the Bakusquad later on

• You didnt exclude the few omega males either

• When he first meets you, like actually meets you, is when he realizes you're an Alpha, based on smell alone

• You smell like Sandlewood and Chai and he LOVES it

• It makes his knees weak

• and you're just so soft?

• Like you have that calm that good Alphas posses and you use it often

• And when you use it for him one day, because he was freaking out, he thinks he's gonna pass out

• It took him WEEKS to realize the pangs in his chest werent physical

• He liked you

• and he doesn't feel like waiting around so he courts you instead and when you look surprised he isnt sure what to feel

• And then regret and dread fill him and he wishes he could just be normal with social cues and interactions

• And you realize he's zoned out a little, shaking and it looks like he's going to cry and you use that stupid Alpha thing on him

• You coo softly and pull him into your chest, telling him it was okay

• And he feels like he's gonna die again but he loves it so much and he's SO relieved when you accept his courting

• When you hugged him he realizes just how touch starved he is

• Anyway that's hour the powercouple of 1-A began

• He's not a big fan of PDA but he's not opposed to holding your hand

• Or sometimes he's had a bad day or he's not feeling the best mentally and he won't care he just wants to be with you

• Will 100% walk into bakusquad hang out in the common room just to hide his face in your shoulder

• Or sit next to you quietly

• You'll wrap an arm around him and press a kiss to his temple while you continue your conversation with Sero and Denki

• Listen they think it's the CUTEST fucking thing

• Because it is. It really is.

• Bakugou pretends it grosses him out but it really doesnt

• He honestly thinks it's a lil cute too and mentally swears that if his BF dont treat him the way you treat yours he dont want him

• Yall will help eachother study

• Because he's good at math but you're good at english

• So it balances out

• And training. Lots of sparring.

• You're also the one to calm him down

• Todoroki tends to beat himself up a lot over his 'daftness'

• He doesn't always pick up on social cues or know how to keep a conversation

• And he hates that because he feels that sometimes it makes people feel uncomfortable and they're his friends and he doesnt want that

• So it'll get to him and sometimes if he over thinks it too much he'll start to panic

• You told him that whenever he felt like that, he came to see your it he called you

• He feels like it's a burden but when he see's the look of love in your eyes and the way you hold him and kiss his cheeks, he doesnt feel like that anymore

• He's so happy with you???

• and he loves you so much

• Y'all are just so disgusting

• Sappy as fuck but also the right level of completely roasting eachother

• It's nice:)

• He cooks for you no doubt

• You make him Soba when he's sad

• When you're sad he'll hold you against his chest and whisper in your ear to counter whatever you had just said

• If you ever feel mediocre it less than him he'll tell you why you're absolutely not less than him

• Ys fights aren't really super serious but it can still get a little heated, it never ends it break ups though

• It usually ends in taking a few hours to calm down (Todoroki refuses to let either of yall go to sleep angry with a problem unresolved) then talking it out and at least TRYING to come to a compromise

• Usually it's about wellbeing matters (overworking and being reckless and what not)

• Going full Alpha if someone fucks with him in battle 🤪

• Going full Alpha if you see him hurt on the field 🤪

• Snapping at Endeavor that one time 🤪

• Him going feral that one time you and Bakugou got SNATCHED 🤪

• Oops 🤪

• LISTEN

• You show him memes and Vines and junk and you teach him about them and one day he just makes a reference but he's completely deadpan about it and you're laughing so hard you fall out of your chair because HOLY SHIT

• He grins a lil

• His alpha laughed at his joke🥺

• S c e n t i n g

• Todoroki loves smelling like you

• He'll steal your hoodies (the oversized ones you have anyway)

• OR he'll have you scent some of his things because he's gonna smell like you dammit

• also gives you a box of your things that he's scented and you dont even mind because Todo smells so good and it's gonna make him happy so hell yeah

• For him Scenting can either be really calming or erotic

• To wind down he'll sit on your bed and you'll be on his lap, scenting him and it just makes him feel so calm

• Will fall asleep

• When he gets really comfortable with kissing he'll be constantly pecking your lips and kissing the nape of your neck when no ones is paying attention

• Once while you were on the couch with Bakusquad, he was walking by with dekusquad to go out and do whatever nerd shit they do

• And he stopped where you were, moved your hair to the side and pressed a soft kiss to the back of your neck and then just. Walked away.

• needless to say you short circuited

• and he does that often

NSFW-

• I once read about Sub/Bottom Todoroki and

• I can't stop thinking about it bc it lowkey works so well

• I feel like he'd be a switch though

• Like somedays he want to be wrecked by his Alpha

• But sometimes he wants to see you squirming and breathless underneath him

• He'd probably prefer to sub/bottom tho

• As I said before scenting can either be really calm for him or it can be erotic and like an immediate turn on for him

• So when it is like sexy time, and you're scenting, this man doesnt stand a chance

• He's whimpering and he's so hard it hurts

• He's got his neck bared for you and his face is read

• It smells like pure sex in the room, its really strong and you both LOVE it

• One time he gets hit by a heat inducing quirk

• And you help him with that because it so much worse than regular heat and you can tell its hurting him

• And he smells so fucking good

• Before he really lost all sense he managed to put a collar on you you couldn't mark him, your Alpha wasn't pleased with that

• Anyway Todoroki gets fucked into the mattress repeatedly, mewling and crying out and he's so fucking pleased with your hips rutting into his

• he feels so full and his omega is fucking KEENING because if the attention he's getting

• You're either leaning over him or you've got your hands on his waist

• He's never been more thankful for the stretching you've made him do so he wouldn't pull muscles

• After a week of the two of you going MIA, the two of you timidly return to 1A

• At some point the teachers (and endeavor) had found out.

• But what were they going to do? You two weren't on school grounds, you weren't breaking any rules

• Endeavor sure as hell isn't going to interfere

• I feel like even Endeavor would understand the gravity of the situation and that the only way to help his son was let him and his Alpha take care of it

• and as long as he's not officially marked by the end of it, he doesn't care

• Shouto does, however, have a shit ton of hickies and scratches and bruises. Everytime he looks at them his omega keens again and he loves it

• Like, Hickies on his jawline. Hickies on his arm and the back of his neck, on his thighs and stomach

• Bruises on his wrists and hips and thighs

• Like all this shit is visible

• He reassured you after you apologized profusely for like 2 hours that it was FINE and he LIKED it

• His class had a fuckin stroke

• especially Deku

• Bakusquad is lowkey impressed bc holy fuck YOU did that???

• 'You seemed so Vanilla'

• Lmao sikeee

• Todoroki learned a lot about what he liked during that

• He likes having his hair pulled

• He likes being praised and told how good he is

• He likes being DENIED what he wants until he's BEGGING for it in short and broken gasps, moans, and sobs.

• He likes Sharp and rough sex followed by something sweet and slow

• He probably wouldnt be on board with being degraded really, which is fine bc I cant imagine anyone who would want to degrade this boy

• From then on you do tend to help him with heats they just dont last as long

• He really likes grinding

• Just like all forms of it

• Making out? He's going to have you grinding on him while you're sitting on his lap

• He's horny and you're busy? He'll ride your thigh while you're doing work on the computer

• He felt like Domming today? He's going to grind himself on you while he's still got pants on.

• Laying in bed? He'll hump and grind against your thigh while you smile and kiss him.

• He just really loves it

• /Thourougly/ enjoys foreplay

• one of his favorite parts about sex

• When he doms- he starts out a little nervous unless he's in a mood but he'll quickly fall into it

• His voice is just so suited for being a Dom like wtf

• He'll lean down and whisper in your ear

• 10/10 dirty talk

• Uses his body as sex appeal to make you squirm

• will cuff you

• Will tie you up

• He'll not let you touch until your like really close

• He likes to see you come undone underneath him

• He thinks you're so pretty when you've got drool dribbling down your chin with your eyes lidded and face red

• He thinks your moans are the best

• I don't see him as being particularly loud in bed until he's actually a mess

• so it starts off as quiet groans and silent moans but as it goes on he'll get louder

• in heat though he's VERY loud

• Let's say you're in the middle, it depends on what's happening

• Y'all have the perfect balance of absolute filth and it's never boring :)

#bhna todoroki #todoroki shouto #todoroki shōto #enji todoroki #shouto todoroki #Shoto Todoroki #Omega Shouto Todoroki #my hero academia x reader #omegaverse my hero academia #my hero academia omegaverse #my hero academia #Omega Todoroki #Alpha reader #Todoroki x reader #shouto todoroki x reader #Shouto x reader #Todoroki Shouto x reader

[jenyoonoh]

“do u have any plans tomorrow?”

“for valentine’s day?” you look over at jaehyun. he gives u a soft nod in response. “no.”

he lets out a tiny sigh. “huh, me too,” letting out a soft chuckle. your eyebrows furrow.

“isn’t it your birthday though?”

“mhm,” he hums in response. “you know i usually celebrate with my parents but they’re busy this year, something about a business trip.”

“oh,” a sinking feeling grows in your chest as you feel yourself getting disappointed for jaehyun. an idea pops up in your head. “well, why don’t i plan something nice and i can celebrate it with you?”

his eyebrows raise in surprise and he turns his head to look at you. “wait, really? you would do that for me?”

your expression softens at his words. “yeah, of course, jae,” you shoot a tiny smile his way. “you’re my best friend, i’d do anything for you.”

anything, he thinks, anything huh.

“what do you say, jae?” you tilt your head at his lack of response. “are you fine with that?”

“oh, yeah,” the tips of his ear turn red out of embarrassment. you idiot, you should’ve responded. “i just don’t want to seem like i’m asking too much of you.”

“how can you say that!” you hit his arm lightly, fingers reaching to poke his cheeks. “i just want to make you happy.”

another soft hum from jaehyun. the corners of his lips lifting upwards. the urge to let out a giggle brewing in his chest.

——

“say, jae,” you suddenly say. it is the next day and you and jaehyun are sitting on the sofa once again, stuffing your faces with homemade sandwiches while watching sappy romance movies. “why are you single again?”

he almost drops his snack out of surprise. “oh, um,” he glances around the room trying to come up with something that wasn’t because i’m in love with you. “uh, because, because,” oh screw it. “because i already have my eyes on someone.”

“oh?” now it was your turn to be surprised. you didn’t know jaehyun had a crush on anybody. how did you not know?

you change your focus from the TV to your best friend sitting next to you. you’re met with a cheeky grin on his face. he’s proud of this, huh. “how, how did i not know about this?”

the cheeky grin remains on his face.

“jaehyun!” you look at him in shock. “tell me! do i know her?”

his cheeky grin turns into one of admiration, dimples now becoming visible as he looks away from you and stares off into the distance with a soft look on his face. “yeah, i’d say you do.”

“huh?” you look away from jaehyun and back to the TV, attention now divided as you try to think of anybody you know that could be a possibility.

you throw out random names - the sinking feeling making a return in your stomach every time you did, hope rising within you every time he said no in response, and confusion in your head as your list of names gets shorter and shorter.

“jaehyun,” you whine, shaking his arm after your infinite try. “tell me.”

he shakes his head lightly.

“please, jaehyun,” you shuffle closer to him, muster up your best puppy eyes at him.

“fine,” jaehyun sighs. you sit up straight. “but not now. i’ll tell you tomorrow.”

you turn away and pout at the floor, crossing your arms over your chest. you miss the look jaehyun gives you as he shakes his head at your obliviousness.

——

february 14 has passed. jaehyun went home last night with the promise to reveal his crush to you on the next day.

february 15 has arrived.

when you check your phone first thing in the morning, you realize jaehyun hasn’t sent you a text with the name of his crush.

you freshen yourself up - taking a shower, brushing your teeth, typical self-care routine. you go back to your phone and there still isn’t a sign of life from jaehyun. you send him a short message: so? the reveal?

even after eating breakfast AND lunch, the last text in the chat between you and jaehyun remains the same. it’s exactly 2:00 in the afternoon now, you’re growing impatient.

you try to distract yourself by giving yourself random tasks to do through the apartment. the bell rings, 2:10.

a delivery man. a bouquet of flowers. “miss y/n?” you nod. “for you.” he hands it over to you.

“thank you.” you close the door and carry it over to the dining table. for me? who would send me flowers? especially AFTER valentine’s day, they’re not very smart.

you squint at the bouquet from a distance, wondering if it was sent to poison you. no, silly, you don’t live in a movie, you think to yourself. you walk closer and examine the gaps for a card. “aha!” you snatch the paper out of the flowers. it was, in fact, for you.

“i promised you that i would tell you so here it is.

the one i like is you.

i’m too nervous to tell you directly, by text or face to face so i decided to do it this way instead.

you probably don’t return my feelings but that’s okay, i’ll be fine as long i have you in my life.

i hope this doesn’t change things between us because you’re such a good friend and person, i’d hate for you to leave me.

sincerely, jae.”

“oh my god.”

are you home? you message jaehyun. you wait a minute or two, he doesn’t answer. he hasn’t even been active since last night when he texted you saying he got home safely and he wishes you a goodnight and sweet dreams.

you call his phone, it rings and directs you to voicemail. you decide to call his roommate instead.

pacing around the living room, his roommate finally picks up the call. “hey, oh my god, jungwoo,” you gasp. “is jaehyun home?”

“yeah, he’s been in bed the whole day, said he didn’t feel good or something,” replies jungwoo. “are you okay? you sound a bit freaked out.”

“oh yeah, i’m fine,” you run to get some of your belongings. “can i come over?”

“that would be great, thank you,” you hear the relief in jungwoo’s voice. “he’s not letting me into his room either so i can’t do anything right now, maybe you can figure something out.”

“mhm, thanks,” you hurry out of your apartment. “see you.” you hang up, continuing with your race against god knows who or what.

you’re thanking god that your apartment building was quite close to jaehyun and jungwoo’s as you arrive at the entrance. giving a short greeting to the lady behind the front desk, you rush to the lift. 10th floor, you press that button and then the close button rapidly as the anxiousness and adrenaline to tell him about your feelings overwhelms you.

the lift door opens, you run to their apartment door, pressing the doorbell then knocking on their front door. you probably look like a mad woman to anybody else right now but you don’t really care.

“woah, y/n,” says jungwoo as he opens the door. “calm down, jae’s not dying yet.”

“oops, sorry, woo,” you shoot him an apologetic smile. taking your shoes off as jungwoo closes the door. you throw a pack of gummies you’d grabbed from your snack pile at home at him. “here, have these. save some for me and jae though!”

walking to jaehyun’s bedroom door, you knock lightly on the door.

“go away, jungwoo, i told you to leave me alone already.”

the door isn’t locked. you push it open gently and enter the room. he’s got his back facing the door. “jae? it’s me.”

his heart hammers in his chest. he’d turned off his phone last night, not wanting to face the possibility of a rejection but here you are.

you seat yourself at the edge of his bed. you nudge him lightly. “jae.”

he hums in response.

“why aren’t you checking your phone?”

silence.

“can you turn around please?”

a few seconds pass before he finally starts shuffling and when he turns to face you, his eyes are still closed. his hands resting under his head, squishing his cheeks, making him resemble an innocent baby.

“can you open your eyes?”

he shakes his head.

you sigh, reaching out and run your hands through his hair. he freezes.

“i like you too, dummy.”

——

[a/n:] okay this sucked i’m sorry idk how to write lmao first try so don’t be too mean i guess 😖😖 u can send me requests but i’m not sure if i’ll be able to go through with them, only if i suddenly have a huge wave of inspiration and manage to make it sound decent yeah that’s all, bye.

#nct imagines #nct scenarios #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun x reader #nct #nct u #nct 127 #nct dream #wayv

[pokabu]

hi! im obsessed with isshushipping, and im so happy i found your blog ☺️ do you have any headcanons about them? it can be long or short, general or specific! <3

hello! thank you for making my morning lol i love thinking about these two so much and i’m happy you like my blog 🥺!! i’m going to keep this short since i’m on mobile, but these are some of my headcanons:

- after their reunion on pasio they start spending a lot of time together and learn little things about each other that they never knew before but cherish now that they have the time to relax and bond

- i like to think n still has plans to leave and continue his journey for his dream & as the time nears touya realizes he wants to be a part of it too, he wants to be part of his life and share his dream so theres a whole scenario in my head where he confesses this and its very sweet bc of course n wants touya to go with him. this is also where i imagine their confessions to happen in general!!!! not gonna go super into detail bc i’m very sappy about it hah

- they decide on visiting unova again for old times sake since its been so long since they were there without stuff going down

- i imagine one of their first stops to be nuvema because touyas mom has had enough heartbreak and misses her son touya call your mother. anyways n would also like to meet her and be familiar with touyas hometown

- they tour castelia together and n tries a casteliacone for the first time bc touyas really excited about it, he doesn’t understand the hype but loves the smile on touyas face so he thinks the line was very much worth it

- nimbasa!!! yes i WILL be the 97568965th person that loves these two that headcanons them going on a real date on the ferris wheel at last

- i’ll end it here because this accidentally got long oops lol but i will also say i share the headcanon that after their travels they settle down somewhere quiet and start a pokemon daycare and rescue center. its one of my favorite widespread isshu headcanons i love it so much

thank you for letting me gush about these two i really had to stop myself from writing a novel lmao so much for keeping it short!!! i really really appreciate this ask and your curiosity :-) have a lovely day!

#ask #isshushipping #this is the most public ive been about hcs...hides #i’m so soft for them can you tell

[mackenzielovee]

ambivalence epilogue: falling - rafe cameron

a/n: omg wish i could tell you how nervous i am about this shit lmao i really hope you guys like this , pls leave me a comment as always and let me know what you think! sorry its so long oops

Summary: Rafe Cameron gets everything he's ever wanted in twenty short minutes.

Warnings: swearing, underage drinking, mentions of blood, mentions of a car accident, many poorly researched little things that i won't put here bc spoilers

Word Count: 9.3k

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"Rafe?"

You yell out for him the second you enter the foyer of Tannyhill, shopping bags in one hand and keys in the other. He'd given you a key months ago, under the pretense of watering the plants in the kitchen during the days that everyone is at work. Rose had raised an eyebrow at him and Ward had rolled his eyes, but they didn't protest. They love you too much.

"Y/N?"

Rose steps out of the kitchen and into the hall, smiling when she sees you.

"Hey, Rose," you smile, walking toward her.

"Hey, girl. Come on in. He's out back, he said he'll be in soon."

You follow her into the kitchen and set your shopping bags down on the counter, placing your hands on your hips and giving her a look.

"His project, again?" you question.

"Oh, yeah. Ward and I have been officially banned from the entire backyard."

You laugh, "At least you know what he's doing. He won't tell me."

Rose smirks, then raises her hand to her mouth and acts like she's locking it up. You take a deep breath and shake your head, failing miserably at persuading intel from her.

"Sorry, honey. Swore me to secrecy," she smiles sadly.

"It's okay, I get it," you sigh.

She chuckles at your dramatics, then steps to the fridge and pulls out a drink for you and one for herself. After ten months of being with Rafe, you still can't get over how he keeps the fridge stocked with your favorite things, even though you've told him a million times that it's unnecessary.

"So, what's in the bags?" she asks.

"Midsummers prep," you take a deep breath, reaching for one of the bags, "I picked up the necklace Mom ordered for me, and I had to get Scott a tie bar. Oh, and look at what I got for Rafe."

You reach into the bag and pull out a box, handing it to Rose. Her eyes widen when she opens it, glancing up at you with a sappy expression.

"Y/N, these are beautiful. Does he know that you got these made for him?"

You shake your head, "It's a surprise. He hates the cufflinks he has now."

"He's going to love them," she gushes, "You should see the way he's freaking out over his tie. It hasn't arrived yet, and I think he's about to go into cardiac arrest."

"It's over a week away," you laugh.

"Try telling him that."

You grin, reaching down and opening your drink as you both hear the back door open. Rose snaps the box shut and discreetly slides it across the island, watching you place a bag over it without drawing attention.

"Hey, sweetheart," he greets.

You take in his attire; old shirt and athletic shorts, paint splattered about everywhere on him. His forehead holds a bit of sweat, enough that his hair sticks to it. You smile nonetheless, watching him walk across the kitchen and to you.

"Hey," you smile.

He leans down and gives you a kiss, then looks over at the multitude of bags on the counter. His arm snakes its way around your waist, pulling you into him.

"Did you buy out every store? I thought you were just picking up a few things," he questions you, grabbing once and glancing inside of it.

"This is a few things," you shrug, "And, anyway, it's not all for me."

"Oh, right," he snorts, "Scott's tie bar is in here, too. The rest is yours."

"Okay," you raise your eyebrows at him, "Are you going to be sassy, or can I give you your present?"

Rafe's lips curve up into a smile as he looks down at you, licking his lips to try and hide it. Rose snickers across the island, unable to contain her excitement about it.

"You got me something?" he asks.

"Yes, I did," you tell him, then turn in his arms to get the box.

"Did you know about this?" he asks Rose, who immediately shakes her head.

"All Y/N," she says, then, because she can't help it, adds, "You're going to love it."

"I don't doubt that," he replies.

You smile and turn back to him, holding out the box in your hands. He looks down at it and furrows his eyebrows, then moves his glance back up to you as he takes it.

"Not wrapped. Sorry," you mumble, but he shakes his head, as if that couldn't matter less to him.

He removes his other hand from around you and guides it over the top of the box, giving you one final look before he pulls it open. He swallows when he sees them, and when his mouth falls open, you lick your lips nervously.

For months, you'd been trying to think of something to get him for Midsummers. You wanted it to be perfect, but he's such a hard person to get presents for because he always refuses to tell you anything he wants or needs. When he briefly mentioned how ugly he thought his cufflinks are, you'd made up your mind then and there.

You'd customized them for him, getting his initial put into them. The color had been a decision you agonized over, finally settling on silver because you knew it would match your Midsummers coordination, and most, if not everything, he uses them for in the future.

"Baby," his voice is barely audible, still staring down at them.

You wait for a moment for him to say something else, and when he doesn't, you glance at Rose. She smiling, watching Rafe admire them.

"Do you like them? I wasn't sure about gold or silver. White was an option, too, but I didn't really like them, but if you'd rather do the gold-"

"No. I like these," he stops you, finally dragging his eyes up to yours, "I love these. I can't believe you had these made for me, baby, they're perfect."

"I'm glad you like them," you smile triumphantly, blissful feeling settling in your stomach when he returns his hand around your waist.

"Ah!" Rose exclaims, clapping her hands together, "You two are going to look so cute at Midsummers."

"If my tie ever comes in," Rafe grumbles, eyes flickering down to your lips.

Rose clears her throat, "I'm actually going to go check on the shipping status. I'll let you know what I find out."

She chuckles as she picks up her drink and starts out of the kitchen, both of you too wrapped up in the other to fully process what she'd said in time.

"Thanks, Rose," Rafe halfheartedly calls after her, glancing down once again at his gift.

"I think she was just trying to escape us," you tease him, grinning uncontrollably when he pulls you closer.

"Oh, she definitely was," he nods, "I have the tracking information."

You laugh, the moment only becoming more perfect when he presses his lips to yours, setting the cufflink box down on the counter and placing his other hand on your hip.

"Thank you for the present," he whispers against your lips.

"You're welcome."

"I didn't even get you anything, sweetheart," he pouts, "Still have a week, I suppose."

"You could just tell me what your project is, instead," you say, watching him smirk and shake his head.

"All in due time," he replies, devilish grin on his face, "What do you wanna do for dinner?"

You consider his question for a moment, response being interrupted by the back door being pulled open roughly.

"Hey, Rafe, what color did you want the-"

"I'll be out in a minute," Rafe holds up his hand, stopping the man from speaking.

"Shit, sorry. Hi, I'm Alex, nice to meet you," Alex holds up a hand to you, "Hear a lot about you."

"Y/N, nice to meet you, too," you smile.

"I'll be right there," Rafe repeats himself, urging Alex to leave with his eyes.

When the door closes, you look up at Rafe, raising an eyebrow and watching how his face falls at the thought of explaining without spoiling anything.

"So, this isn't an independent project?" you ask.

"No, it is."

"Oh, okay," you nod, running a hand up his chest, "It's just, Alex."

"He's one of the contractors I work with. He's just...helping me out with some things."

"Helping you out with some things," you repeat, "But, these things are secret, no?"

"Let's play twenty questions later," he sighs, pecking your forehead.

He pulls himself off of you and steps toward the back door, ready to help Alex with whatever was so important. You roll your eyes playfully at him, which just makes him shake his head.

"Think about what you want to eat. I'll be in in a bit."

You nod your head in agreement, then turn back to your bags. You smile when you see the cufflink box, still open, on the counter. You'd fretted and worried for nothing. You should've known, anything you get for Rafe, he'd love it. Simply because it was from you.

Rafe's tie arrives two days before Midsummers. You'd thought for sure that you'd have to go out and buy him one, or just have him wear something he already has, which had made him grumpy. Seeing that tie arrive had made you almost as happy as Rafe.

The morning of Midsummers, Rafe has to sneak out quietly to go home and get ready. He'd spent the night at your house, arriving late after claiming he'd been working on his project. You'd told him it was silly to drive over at almost midnight, but he'd rolled his eyes and reminded you that he can't seem to sleep well without you.

Your mother had reminded you five times that you all have to meet the Cameron's at the Club early for pictures. You get ready quickly, navy blue, strapless dress hugging your body perfectly. Scott helps you to the car with your heels, then helps you out of the car once you arrive.

You spot Rafe, leaning up against a pillar outside the Club and watching as Scott help you from the car. He grins when he sees you all dressed up, hair high on your head in a ponytail. His tie, the one that had stressed him out so bad, matches flawlessly. A breath of relief leaves him.

"Sweetheart," he greets you, holding his arm out for you to grab onto, your heels disagreeing with the gravel of the parking lot, "You look so good. So beautiful."

"Thank you," you smile, "You look great, too, Rafe. Your tie is perfect."

You reach up and adjust it against his neck, loosening it just a bit because you can tell he made it too tight worrying about it being perfect. He exhales gratefully, nodding to tell you that's exactly what he needed.

"Guess what?" he says.

"What?"

"Finished my project this afternoon."

"You did?" you grin, "I want to see it! Can you tell me what it is, now?"

"No," he shakes his head, biting back a smile, "You'll see tonight. Take you home after this silly thing and show you."

You nod quickly, "I can't wait."

"Mad I couldn't pick you up," he grunts. His eyes settle on Rose, who's pulling out her camera and urging Scott and Wheezie into a photo together.

"It's ten minutes, baby. Wouldn't have made a difference," you shrug absentmindedly.

"Yes, it would've," he insists, "Ten minutes I could've been kissing you. Now, I'm all wound up and annoyed that your dad is right there."

You smile, feeling your cheeks heat at his words. When you look up at him again, it's different this time. The look he's giving you, the admiration overflowing in his eyes, makes your heart stop in your chest for a moment.

"Do you think they'd notice if we-"

"Y/N has to use the restroom We'll be right back," Rafe calls.

Scott furrows his eyebrows, "Hey, man, I think she knows where it is-"

"She doesn't," Rafe grunts in response, then under his breath, "Idiot."

"Hey," you warn, laughing immediately after.

He turns around, leading you inside before anyone else can protest, "I'm going to kick your brother's ass, I swear."

"Maybe he deserves it," you shrug.

Rafe snickers, walking slowly and carefully so you don't feel rushed. He holds the door open and guides you inside, gesturing toward the hallway with the bathrooms. The Club is buzzing with people, too many people, and he knows he won't be able to kick everyone out of the restrooms.

"Let's go to the locker room," he says, and you just nod in agreement.

Once you enter, you can hear a few men on the other side of the room talking to each other and most likely using the restroom there. Rafe leads you over to a quieter spot, setting you up against the wall.

"Hi," he whispers, eyes zeroing in on your lips.

"Hey," you reply.

He grins, only for a moment, before his lips touch yours. His actions turn hungry, as if he's trying to squeeze as much as possible into the few minutes you two have. You reach up and grab ahold of his cheeks as he kisses you, moaning in your mouth as his hands roam, feeling what he's felt a million time but still being driven crazy by it.

"My beautiful girl," he whispers, initiating another kiss immediately following his remark.

You tangle your fingers in his hair, but stop yourself when you realize you can't mess it up. You move one hand down to the nape of his neck instead, using it to support you while he weakens your knees with his needy kiss.

"Can't believe you're here with me," he mumbles, lazily kissing you once more, "After all these years, baby. Finally get to kiss you at this stupid fucking thing."

"Rafe," you gasp, feeling him kiss the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, then down your neck. His neck kisses have always been your weakness.

"I know," he says, but doesn't slow down at all, "I'm trying. Just hard to control myself with you."

You laugh and nod, giving him a minute to regain himself. He does so, even if he doesn't want to, and eventually leans back.

"Beautiful," he whispers, "Even if you have no lipstick anymore."

You chuckle, and he does the same. You reach up and use your thumb to wipe remnants of lipstick from the corner of his mouth, hoping nobody will notice the lack of it on yours.

"I didn't expect it to last long, anyway," you inform him.

He grins, "Damn right. C'mon."

Your families are entering the Club just as the two of you emerge, and Rose immediately starts making a plan for how she'll get pictures of the two of you. Rafe just nods absently in agreement with whatever she's saying, trying to figure out the best way for the two of you to break free politely and go get a drink.

"Hey," Scott mutters to you, earning your attention.

"What?" you ask.

He smirks, "Didn't you have lipstick on when we arrived?"

You roll your eyes, punching him in the chest. Rafe's eyes widen, trying to figure out what Scott had said to you. Instead, Scott leans in and nods at Rafe.

"That's a good color on you, Cam," he teases.

"Shut up, Scott," you groan.

"Aren't you still single?" Rafe retorts.

"Oh, yeah," Scott nods, and you already know what he's going to say next won't be funny, "But, I've had a crush on this girl for a while. It hasn't been thirteen years, though. Guess I can't do anything about it."

Rafe rolls his eyes, "Can I please kick his ass?"

"Go for it," you shrug.

"Oh, come on, Cameron," Scott chuckles.

Rafe drops your hand and acts as if he's going in for a punch, letting the wrestling begin.

"Boys!" Rose hollers immediately, "We're in public. Please."

"Sorry, Rose," Scott mumbles, shoving Rafe off of him.

Rafe reaches up to adjust his tie, then runs a quick hand through his hair. They both chuckle when their eyes meet again, which makes you smile, too.

Sarah sees one of her friends and breaks off from the group, and soon, Scott does, too. Rafe tugs on your arm, inching you away from the adults. You nod your head at Wheezie, trying to get her to follow.

"I'm waiting on someone," she whispers.

You nod, then blow her a kiss and break away with Rafe. He leads you outside to the bar, quickly placing an order for both of you.

"I do want a picture of us," you tell him, "We'll meet up with Rose later."

"Of course, baby," he agrees.

His thumb runs up and down the top of your hand, and with the way his gaze is focused on the deck and the bar, you wonder if he even knows he's doing that. You smile at the motion, the sweet, tender motion.

"There she is!"

Suddenly, you're lifted off the ground. If it weren't for Topper's distinct cologne, you'd be more concerned for your physical safety.

"Put my girlfriend down, Top," Rafe grumbles.

"It's so easy to make you jealous, Cameron," Topper snickers.

He sets you down with a smirk, watching your boyfriend roll his eyes. Kelce steps forward and wraps his arm around your shoulders, looking down at you playfully.

"It is, in fact," Kelce agrees.

"Back off," Rafe shoves Kelce's shoulder, shaking his head.

"No," Kelce replies, "She's hot. Need her to make me look good."

"Guys, stop," you laugh, shaking your head, "He doesn't deserve the teasing."

Rafe nods appreciatively, instantly feeling better when you reach for his hand and pull yourself into him, off of Kelce's arm. He wraps both arms around you, swallowing up in his scent and his touch.

"Yes, he does, Y/N," Topper mutters.

"You're no fun anymore, girl," Kelce moves on to teasing you, "I'm about to go to college, we could just-"

"Shut up, Kelce," Rafe grumbles, kissing your forehead.

The bartender sets your drinks down in front of Rafe, who taps your shoulder twice to tell you to stand up straight so you can have your drink.

"Nah, actually, your dad was looking for you, Rafe," Topper says, shoving his hands into his pockets, "No bullshit," he adds when Rafe raises an eyebrow.

"Might be a work thing," Rafe mutters, more to himself than you guys.

"Go," you encourage, picking up your drink and removing your hand from his.

"Come with me."

"No, I'm okay. The boys will keep me company," you promise, giving him a smile.

"Oh, yeah, we will," Kelce nods, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at Rafe when you turn away.

"That's what I'm afraid of, baby," he grunts, then looks to the boys, "Hands off. Both of you."

Topper raises his hand in defense, while Kelce opts to stay completely silent.

"I'll be fine. Go," you say.

"Twenty minutes. Save me a dance," he whispers, then picks up his drink and presses one last kiss to your cheek.

"You know I will."

He struts off to find his dad, hurrying through the crowd to try and make this as fast as possible. Topper and Kelce waste no time honing in on you, ordering drinks themselves and teasing you about how you and Rafe can't seem to be separated for long.

After Rafe has been gone thirty minutes, Kelce watches your eyes frantically search around for him. You hadn't mentioned it at all, but he knew you were starting to get worked up.

"Will you dance with me, Y/N?" Kelce asks. Something in his voice and his expression is different; he's not fucking around right now.

"I'd love to," you smile, choking down your worries and taking Kelce's hand.

He leads you off the deck and down to the gathering of people. From there, you have a better view of the entire deck, and spot Rafe beside Ward, chatting and laughing with some other men. It's business, you know it is. He even has a full glass; his second drink, you're sure.

As if he can feel your gaze, his eyes flash up and meets yours. His face falls, only for a moment, when he sees you preparing to dance with Kelce.

I'm sorry, he mouths.

You shake your head, giving him a timid smile, I love you.

I love you, he mouths back, then presses his glass to his lips to hide his smile.

"You okay?" Kelce asks.

"Yes," you nod, meaning it. He places one hand on your hip, the other holding yours.

Dancing with Kelce is easy, and you do have fun. He makes it fun. He spins you around often, watching you laugh. He tightens his grip around you under the pretense of luring your boyfriend over, even though you want Rafe to do what he needs to.

After a while, you tell him you need another drink. He nods and leads you back up to the deck, back up to Topper.

"Don't you two look like a cute couple," he teases.

You roll your eyes, "Stop."

You wait another hour before you feel those hands snake their way around your waist. You grin, wider than you ever thought possible, and spin around to face him.

"Finally," you whisper, pressing your lips to his before he can even speak.

He pulls away after a moment, "I'm so sorry, baby."

Your face falls at his expression. He's not here to stay. He's not here to dance. You nod, taking a deep breath.

"It's okay," you smile.

"No, it's not," he shakes his head, "I just - I have to-"

"Rafe," you set your hands on his chest, "Baby. It's okay. Do what you need to do."

"God," he groans, throwing his head back, "You are - I'm so in love with you. Thank you, sweetheart."

You lean in and give him another kiss, "Don't thank me. You work your ass off."

"Yeah," he agrees, "Still."

He signals to the bartender to get him another, then moves his gaze back to you. He takes in every little detail, scanning up and down your entire body.

"Later," you whisper, as if you know exactly what he's thinking.

"Later," he agrees, "I gotta get back. I'm sorry."

"Stop," you demand, "Knock 'em dead."

He kisses you one last time, then swipes his drink and rushes off again. You sigh as you watch him go, knowing it's what he needs to do but wishing he was with you instead.

After another hour, Kelce seems to be pretty far gone. Topper, the driver, had only had two drinks. You'd followed his lead and done the same, not wanting to get so drunk that Rafe has to take care of you on top of his work. The last thing you want to do is potentially ruin something for him.

"I think we're gonna head out," Topper tells you, "Gotta get some coffee in Kelce. Do you wanna come? Buy you pancakes."

The offer sounds enticing. When you turn, you spy Rafe once more, having just refilled his glass and is now settling back into his seat. A new drink means this isn't close to being over.

"Sure," you agree, "Chocolate chip."

Topper grins, "All right. I'll collect Kelce and you tell Rafe. Meet me out front in ten?"

"Okay," you agree. You down the rest of your drink, which is now mostly water, and then hurry off in Rafe's direction.

He clocks you when you're about five feet away, clearing his throat and leaning forward to set his glass down.

"Excuse me," he says quietly, standing.

He meets you halfway, warm and greeting smile on his lips. No sign that you'd done wrong by interrupting.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

"Yes. Are you?"

"I'm fine. Just miss you, you know," he grabs your hand.

"Me, too," you nod, "So, listen. Top is taking Kelce to sober up and I think I'm gonna go with them. Is that okay? I'll have him drop me at your house after."

"Is that what you want to do?" he asks.

"Yeah."

"Okay, baby. Of course. Have fun. I should be done here in about an hour," he guesses, glancing back at the men.

Ward waves to you overhead, and you smile back.

"See you soon," you promise with a squeeze of his hand.

"Be careful," he lectures.

"I will."

He releases your hand and starts to step back, eyes not leaving you once, "I love you."

"I love you, too," you smile.

He gives you a smile back, then takes his seat. You hurry outside, finding Topper trying to persuade Kelce to get in the car.

"Thank God," Topper sighs when he sees you, "Help."

You chuckle, "Kelce?"

"Y/N!" he cheers, "Hi, beautiful. Still dating Rafe?"

"Yes," you laugh, "Will you sit in the backseat with me?"

"No," he shakes his head, "Not if you have a boyfriend."

"Kelce," you sigh.

"Fine, if you're gonna beg," he agrees, diving into the backseat without a second thought.

You shake your head at Topper, then scoot Kelce over so you can climb into the car with him. Topper closes the door and then rounds the vehicle to the drivers side, hopping in and starting it up.

"Can't believe your boy ditched you tonight, Y/N," Kelce slurs, "How could any man keep himself away from you?"

"You manage to do it just fine," you tease him.

"Ha ha," Kelce grunts.

"Hey, man. Might wanna cool it with the flirting. Nobody else in this car is drunk," Topper warns him as he exits the Club.

"Y/N used to flirt with me all the time 'fore she started dating that tool."

"That tool?" you question, letting out a laugh.

"He's a fuckin' piece of work. Talking about you and shit. Like, Christ, man, we all have a crush on her. Shut up."

You laugh again, patting Kelce on the chest.

You intend to let the conversation die there, but Kelce does not.

"No, his feeling were always different. Like, I just wanted to fuck you. No offense. But, Rafe, he wanted to know your favorite movie and shit like that. You deserve him, Y/N."

You bite your lip at Kelce's omission, his words swimming around in your head. Although you'd known by now that Rafe's love for you had always, always been more than just sex, it felt weird to hear his best friend say it.

"No, I don't," you say quietly, "I don't deserve him."

"Yes, you do, Y/N," Topper speaks up, stopping at the red light ahead.

"You're good for him," Kelce says.

"Thanks, boys. I sure am crazy about him."

"Ugh," Kelce groans, "Wish you weren't."

You and Topper both laugh at that, and you register when the light goes green. There's hardly anyone on the road, and yet, nobody sees the headlights coming at the Jeep until it's too late for Topper to swerve.

Rafe Cameron had denied doing track when asked to be on the team in high school. He'd claimed it was a waste, because when would he ever need to sprint? Or, run in general?

If his head had been clear, he's sure he would've thought of this as he sprints from the parking lot to the doors of the Emergency Room, panting wildly as he tugs at his tie. Once he enters, he doesn't stop. Doesn't even slow down. He almost knocks into several people, but doesn't have time to apologize.

He swears as he nears the doors, he can feel her. He knows where she is simply by the built in radar engraved in his brain. Flustered, he freezes when he reaches a lengthy hallway, feeling her presence but not knowing which exact room. He swallows, his throat completely dry, and runs a hand through his hair as he steps to the nurse's station.

She asks for the name of the patient. His voice doesn't sound like his own when he says her name, unable to believe he's standing here, in a tux, with a tie that matches a dress he'd let his girlfriend leave in.

How could he have let her leave without him? He should've told his dad he's taking the night off. He never should've left her alone.

The nurse gives Rafe a room number, and he takes off once again. When he rounds another corner, his steps falter when he looks up and finds Topper standing in the hall. His jacket is off and there's blood on his white dress shirt.

Blood.

"Rafe, man, I'm so sorry. The car came out of nowhere, the light was green-"

Rafe just shakes his head, all of his hope drowning in a sea of worry now that he's seen blood. He grabs onto Topper's shoulders, his stare intense.

"Are you okay, Top?" he asks weakly.

Topper nods, "I'm fine. I'm sorry, Rafe. I'm so fucking sorry."

"Okay," Rafe nods, choking down a sob, "All right. Relax. Where is she?"

"She's okay, she's down the hall, the last door on the right-"

Rafe doesn't let him finish, he just pats him on the shoulder and takes off again. His eyes need to be on you right this moment or he might go into cardiac arrest.

Topper stays behind, watching Rafe start up running again. His eyes settle on the doorway of the room Topper had instructed, and he doesn't look away from it for fear it might disappear somehow. He doesn't even notice the tears he'd shed until one gathers on his jaw, and he aggressively wipes it before he enters the room.

You feel him when he enters. Your back is to the door, and yet, the hair on your neck stands up. You turn just as he rushes over to the side of the bed your legs dangle from, taking your face in his hands immediately.

"Rafe, I'm-"

"Don't," he says, tears streaming from his eyes. If he notices, he doesn't wipe them, "I just need a minute to look at you, please. Don't say anything."

You nod against his hands, your own tears welling at the sight of him. His tie is almost completely undone, the knot hanging low around his neck. His hair is far from perfect, far from how you left it.

"My baby," he whispers, "My girl. God, you scared the shit out of me. You're beautiful. Tell me you're okay."

You swallow, letting a tear slip from your eye. He wipes it before it can get past your nose.

"I'm okay," you tell him, "It was an accident. I'm fine, not hurt."

He looks around your body for injuries despite your words. He checks your arms, your torso, your legs, then finally nods in satisfaction.

"Why are you in here?" he questions.

"I hit my head. They did some test on me, y'know, the one with that big machine?"

Rafe nods, although he's not sure which test you're talking about.

"Anyway, the doctor wants me to wait here for the results."

Rafe nods again. His tears are stopping, but his breathing has grown more uneven. He's starting to leave shock and enter into panic.

"Rafe," you say, pressing your hand over his heart. It's beating insanely fast, "Baby, c'mere. I'm okay. Come here."

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into you, caressing through the hair on the back of his head and squeezing him tight. He lets out a sob, pulling you impossibly closer.

"I'm okay," you tell him again.

"Baby," he says, repeating the word when he realizes he gets to. That he doesn't have to stop.

"Mhm. Right here. Not going anywhere."

"Promise me," he whispers, tears wetting your shoulder.

He nuzzles his face into your neck, inhaling your scent and pressing kisses anywhere he can.

"I promise you, Rafe," you say.

He relaxes after a few minutes, after your touch and smell overwhelm him and he feels intoxicated off of you. He pulls back and looks at your face, using his hands to angle your head just where he wants it. He kisses you so passionately that you swear you'd jump on him, had you been anywhere but here.

"Baby girl," he says when he pulls away, "You sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine," you nod.

"Can I get you anything? Hungry? Thirsty?"

"No," you shake your head, "Can you check on Kelce? He was bleeding."

"I will," he promises, but makes no attempt to leave. He just wraps himself around you once more.

You two stay like that for a while, neither of you wanting to move. You scratch his back while he holds you, doing your best to relax him. You know he'd been losing his mind.

The doctor enters the room after a bit, and you two reluctantly break apart. You smile at him, waiting for him to tell you about your head. He glances hesitantly at Rafe, who looks to you.

"I'll step out," he decides, "Check on Kelce."

You nod, "Thank you."

He kisses you again, not caring that he's putting on a show for the doctor. You give Rafe an encouraging nod when he pulls away, which is the only thing that makes his legs work toward the exit. Once your boyfriend is out of the room, the doctor clears his throat.

"You have a minor concussion," he announces to you, "Nothing to worry about, though. You need to take it easy for the next two weeks. Stay away from physical contact sports, keep your stress level low, things like that."

You nod, "Okay. I can do that."

He gives you a sympathetic smile, one that makes you raise an eyebrow.

"Y/N, I do have to ask you a question."

"Sure," you reply.

"Are you aware that you're pregnant?"

You swear you feel your heart stop in your chest. You stare at him, wiping your now sweating hands on your dress, and waiting on him to burst out laughing. He'd yell 'Gotcha!', and you'd laugh, even though it's not funny.

That moment doesn't come.

"Come on, big man. You're all right. Y'know where we are?"

Rafe helps Kelce out of his truck and onto Kelce's driveway. Kelce, who sobered up at the hospital but still seems a little out of it from the accident, clings to Rafe as if he couldn't stand without him.

"Live here," Kelce murmurs, "Oh, my God!"

"What?" Rafe asks.

"Where's Y/N? Is she okay?"

You smile and hop out of the passenger seat, against Rafe's orders to stay in the car. He sighs when he sees you round the truck, but he knows it's useless to say anything.

"M'fine, Kelce," you say.

He smiles and nods, holding a hand out aimlessly in the air for you.

"Good. Scared me. I gotta lay down," he sighs.

Kelce's parents come shooting out of the front door then, and you squeeze his hand before you let go and get back in the truck. Once you're sitting, you subconsciously place a hand on your stomach. Unable to believe there's something in there - someone in there. Someone who's a perfect mix of you and Rafe.

Anxiety swirls around your stomach, and you can't help but wonder if that's bad for the baby. The baby. It's not a word you'll ever be able to get used to.

Rafe climbs back into the truck once Kelce is with his parents, promising to come check on him tomorrow. When he looks over at you, he furrows his brows.

"Does your stomach hurt?" he asks, "Did you tell the doctor?"

"No," you shake your head, quickly removing your hand, "I'm fine. Really. Let's go home."

He gives you another hesitant glance, but eventually nods. He doesn't put a hand on you while he drives, and while this usually means he's mad or frustrated at you, you know it means something different tonight. He's anxious about driving with you in the car.

Rafe helps you out of the truck and onto his driveway. You two had stopped by your house to convince your parents that you're fine, and you'd insisted you just wanted to be with Rafe. They ultimately agreed and Rafe packed you a bag.

Nothing feels like it used to before. Not now. Not to you. When your mom first laid eyes on you, you swore to yourself she could see it. When your dad looked between you and Rafe, your cheeks burned. He knew, he had to.

They didn't. Nobody did, except you and the doctor.

You couldn't even bring yourself to tell Rafe.

"Are you sure you're okay? I should've asked the doctor if-"

"Rafe," you groan, "Please. Stop. I'm fine."

He nods, inhaling sharply at your demand. He wraps his arm around your waist and lets you lean your weight on him, guiding you toward the house.

Your thoughts torture you. Pregnant? Now? How is that even possible?

Well, you knew how it was possible. You just really aren't sure how you're supposed to feel about it. You need something to take these thoughts away. To distract you from the way your life seems to be spiraling out of control.

"Baby," you stop him dead in his tracks, "Let me see your project. It's done."

"No," he shakes his head, "Tomorrow. You need to rest."

"Rafe," you fight, "Please. I want to see it."

He licks his lips impatiently, shaking his head at you. You need to rest, be in his bed and have him get anything you could possibly want. You need to keep your stress levels low, even if that means making his high.

"Sweetheart, I really think-"

"Please."

He sighs, "Okay. This isn't how I planned it, though."

You fight rolling your eyes, having heard that statement from him a million times. One day, Rafe Cameron will learn that life does not go according to plan.

He leads you through the house and out the back door, supporting you as you walk across the backyard. He guides you to the guest house, pulling a loose key out of his pocket and shoving it into the door.

"The guest house is-"

"Hold on, baby," he ushers.

He guides you into the dark guest house, hand flexing on your waist from anxiety as he flips the lights on.

He'd completely remodeled the whole thing. It looks like an apartment now, complete with fresh paint and beautiful light fixtures. You gasp as you walk in, tugging out of Rafe's grasp so you can observe everything he'd done.

Down the hall from the door opens into the living room he'd created, complete with a big TV and a stunning couch. There is a framed picture of the two of you sitting on one of the side tables, which makes your heart tumble into your stomach.

"What is this, Rafe?" you breathe, looking back at him with wild eyes.

He sighs, running a hand through his hair, "I - shit. I restored it. I made it into a livable place. It took a lot of work, I mean, there wasn't even proper electricity-"

"Why?"

His eyes shut briefly, "For us. I thought, maybe, we could live here. At least while you get familiar with your job and we can save and look for a real place, you know? It sucks that it's close to my parents, yeah, but it's totally ours and they're fine with it, plus it's free. And, if you don't want to live here, that's fine, too- are you okay?"

Your hand is covering your mouth when he looks up. You can feel tears welling in your eyes at the thought of living here with him. Your breath starts to quicken; the overwhelming sense of everything changing so immediately making you feel like everything's closing in. You step back and reach for the couch, eyeing Rafe as he rushes over and helps you sit down.

"Baby, I told you this was too much, I'm sorry-"

"No, it's okay," you say, voice weak and breathless, "I just - are you sure? I mean, Rafe, there's things that could change your mind, and I-"

"No, baby, nothing you could say will change my mind," he assures you, running his hands up and down your thighs as he kneels before you, silently assessing your features to make sure you're okay.

"Rafe," you sigh, emotions tumbling around in your chest, "If this is some fantasy fulfillment thing, I just need you to tell me-"

"Fantasy? Where is this coming from?"

His words are weak, and although he's trying to remain calm, you can hear his worry rising.

"I'm just worried," you finally sigh, "This is a big change, and - what if I don't live up to what you have in your head?"

He scoffs at the accusation, "Sweetheart. Come here."

You swallow yours emotions and scoot over when he moves up onto the couch, pulling you into his lap.

Him cradling your head in his hands to make sure to be careful with you does not go unnoticed. Instead, it makes a tear fall.

"I know this is a big thing. I shouldn't have shown it to you tonight. I'm sorry. You've been through enough without having this put on your shoulders as well. So, I'm gonna let what you just said slide. Because, I know that without a concussion, you wouldn't have said such a thing."

He watches as you frown, clenching your jaw and doing your best not to cry.

He presses on, "There is no alternate version of you that exists in my head. It's only ever been you. There's no real version of me that exists without you. I realized that tonight, when I had no fucking idea if you were okay or not -" he pauses, swallows, "Alive or not. I'm not me without you. I'm sorry to put that on you, and it terrifies me that I could lose you somehow, someday. I can't control the world, I can't put you in bubble wrap or keep you safe all the time. I can try, though. I want to give this a shot. A real shot, baby. Me and you."

You sniffle loudly, earning a look from him. He presses a kiss to the top of your head and rubs your back, doing his best to swallow his own emotions.

"I'm sorry I worried you," you whisper, reaching up to stroke the skin on his cheek, "But, I'm with you. You know that. Even if it scares the hell out of me, I know you'll be right there. I love you, Rafe. More than I've ever loved anyone before."

"I love you, too," he smiles, pressing a kiss against the tears running down your cheeks. He kisses each one away, kissing away your fears and doubts with it. He feels you relax in his arms, which makes him relax, too.

"Will you show me around?"

He hesitates, knowing you need to rest, "Are you sure?"

You nod and stand, not giving him any time to try and talk you out of it. He shows you the kitchen first; white cabinets and beautiful countertops stunning you. He even completes the room with your favorite candle resting in the center of the counter, and although you don't tell him, you notice it.

He shows you the bedroom next, then the bathroom. Although he'd told you that you didn't have to live here, you notice the second dresser he has in the bedroom, as well as the makeshift vanity he'd created for you in the bathroom.

Lastly, he shows you what he calls his office. It's a little small, but it has a big window so he says it will get a lot of natural light. You swallow as you look around the room, picturing something completely different in it, instead.

"I can't believe you did all this," you practically whisper.

He leads you back into the living room, pulling you down on his lap once again as he sits on the couch.

"It's small," he admits, "But, it's enough for the two of us."

You cringe, and he notices. He presses his lips to your shoulder, then turns you around in his lap so he can see your face.

You try to hide, which he also notices. He brushes hair back from your face, trying to get you to look at him.

"I should've never let you leave with them," he tells you, voice full of an emotion you've never heard from him before, "I should've come with you. It was a huge mistake-"

"If I hadn't been in the backseat, it would've been worse," you say suddenly, voicing the information like a robot, "Apparently, if there had been someone in the passenger seat, they could've been killed. One of the cops told Topper that. I'm glad you weren't there, Rafe."

He swallows, "You should have been with me. I should've taken you home."

"Stop," you sigh, "You can play the blame game all night. It doesn't change anything. We have way bigger problems now."

Rafe furrows his eyebrows, trying his best to get you to meet his eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"Um," you hesitate. The voice in your head is screaming at you to tell him. You're sure he'll be happy. You're sure he will be graceful and understanding and the man you know he is, "I don't know."

You chicken out, because the thought of looking him in the eye and saying that scares the shit out of you. You're not as strong as him. As capable. As grounded.

"You're scared," he observes, just assumes incorrectly about why, "It's okay. We can take it as slow as you want. You don't have to stay every night-"

"It's not that, baby," you say softly, leaning over and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. He accepts it, grateful for it, "It's just... complicated."

"It's not to me. I love you. And this is what I've wanted for so long, and it's not fair of me to always say that I've loved you forever, because I know it's only been ten months for you. I could see how it may feel fast for you. But, nothing has to change. We'll still be us. It's just, the thought of coming home to you, spending every night with you, it excites me. We have this whole life ahead of us-"

"I'm pregnant, Rafe."

The words hang in the air for far too long without being followed by anything. Both of you just silently trying to figure out what this means for both of you. What a child, relying on the two of you to take care of it, means for you.

He clears his throat once, then twice. His voice is hoarse when he speaks, "Could you repeat that, please?"

"I'm pregnant," you choke on the words as they come out.

He swallows visibly, gaze never leaving yours, "You're pregnant."

You nod, your eyes filling up yet again. For a split second, you wish you could take the words back. Stuff them back inside and not tell him, just keep it to yourself.

He's frozen, just staring at you with his lips parted. As if he's trying to figure out what to say. Instead, you feel yourself calm down when he moves his hand from your waist to your stomach, splaying his fingers along your shirt.

"You mean," he swallows, voice hoarse when it comes out, "My baby's in here? Our baby? You and me, we made a baby?"

You nod, "Yeah. We made a baby."

"Holy shit," he whispers, "No fucking way."

All at once, he picks you up and then turns, placing you back on the couch. He remains standing, staring down at you.

"Can you excuse me for one second?" he asks, breathless.

"Um, yeah," you say. You're confused and he knows it, so he just holds his finger up to you to tell you to wait.

He rushes off in the direction of the bedroom - your bedroom, now - and closes the door behind him out of precaution. You exhale and try to calm your nerves, having absolutely no fucking clue what Rafe is thinking.

You consider him climbing out the window and running away. The image only makes you laugh.

When the door opens again, you note immediately how he's brushed through his hair and put on a clean shirt. His hand shake slightly as he brings them up to rub his face. You take a deep breath, watching him cross the room and stand in front of you once more.

"Um, so, just as a disclaimer, this wasn't planned. I mean, it was, just not like this. I think our thing is just fucking up everything I plan. I don't mind that."

You nod, a small smile tugging at your lips, "I don't either."

"Okay," he agrees with a small nod. Clearly anxious.

You sit up and reach for his hand, which he gladly accepts, "What is it, Rafe?"

He sucks in a breath, then tugs his hand away from yours. His other hand tucks itself into his pocket, wrapping around something. He kneels then, and every thought leaves your mind.

"So," he starts, voice shaky. He pulls out the box and you swear you don't breathe, "I bought this last October. I wasn't trying to rush it, I just knew. I mean, I've known. Fuck, I've known since I first laid eyes on you at six years old. To be honest, I don't know if this is what you want. I have no idea what you're thinking right now. But, I'm all in. I'm in love with you. And, now, we're having a baby. Please, Y/N. Marry me. Marry me, sweetheart."

"Last October?" you gasp, knowing that's not the response he wants. Quickly, you shake your head and try again, "I'm so scared, Rafe. I have no idea how this is going to work."

He opens his mouth to speak, but you stop him, licking your lips impatiently.

"But," you continue, "If anyone can make it work, it's us. I love you. Yes."

His jaw fall open partially and he blinks twice before he speaks, "Yes? Like, yes?"

"Like, yes," you confirm, grinning.

"Holy shit," he laughs, then pulls you off the couch and into his arms, "Holy fuck. I love you."

"I love you, too," you say, tears spilling for the millionth time tonight.

You'd dreamed of your engagement many times. Pictures scenarios, ways Rafe might surprise you. And, while he'd certainly done that, your visions had never been like this.

However, this feels more perfect than anything you could've ever dreamed up.

"Baby, holy shit," he laughs in relief, the sweet sound filling your ears, "Wait. Let me put this on you."

You hadn't even seen the ring yet. You don't care; you'd marry him without one. He pulls open the box and bites his lip, suddenly wondering if it will be good enough. You, however, feel your heart stop in your chest when you see it.

The band is twisted, wrapping up to the 18 karat diamond in the middle. It truly is the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

"Rafe," you gape, "Oh, my God."

He laughs, wiping away a stray tear from your cheek, "It looks like something you deserve to have on your finger."

You cry even harder at that, "I love it. It's so beautiful. Oh, my God. I love you."

He kisses you like he's never kissed you before, your future solidified between you two for the first time. He breaks away, silently telling himself to hold on, and slides the ring onto your finger.

"I'm never taking this off," you whisper to him.

"That's fine with me," he smiles, then presses his lips to yours once more.

You kiss him for what feels like forever on the floor of your new living room. You never dreamed when you got ready for Midsummers, that this would be how it ends. You're instantly grateful that life doesn't go according to plan.

"I love you so much," he says when he pulls away.

"I love you, too, Rafe," you say, sniffling.

The grin on his face is incomparable to anything you've ever seen in your life. He pulls you into his chest, hugging you tightly. You press kisses into his cheek and neck, unable to wrap your head around the fact that everything between the two of you changed in a matter of twenty minutes. And yet, you're still the same two people that had walked through that door.

"I hate to say this," he sighs, because he's really enjoying you kissing him the way you are, "But, you really need to rest. Would you be more comfortable in my room, or-"

"No," you shake your head, "I want to stay in our room."

He smiles widely at the words, then nods. Before you know it, he picks you up in his arms, laughing when you wrap your legs around his waist.

"We really suck at keeping your stress levels down, huh?" he jokes.

You laugh, "Yes. Does that mean we can't have sex?"

"The doctor told you to avoid extreme sports, baby."

You roll your eyes, but can't help the laugh that escapes your lips. Rafe grins cheekily, laying you down on the bed once he reaches it.

He climbs on top of you, pressing gentle kisses to your lips. You return them, smiling against him.

"You made me a home," you whisper to him, "You bought me a ring."

"I did," he confirms.

"You're going to be a dad."

His eyes close, and you watch his throat work, "Say that again."

"You're going to be a dad, Rafe," you whisper sweetly.

His lips pull up into a smile. When he finally opens his blue eyes again, they're filled with love. Admiration. Hope.

"Can't believe it," he tells you, "Not just the baby. You. I got the girl. I'm marrying the girl. Holy fuck."

"You're cute," you smile.

He nuzzles his face into your neck, kissing you once, twice, three times.

"We need to sleep before I get carried away," he mumbles against your skin.

"I'm fine with you getting carried away," you inform him.

"Kelce is going to shit a brick when he finds out," Rafe laughs, "Top, too."

"Yeah, I feel bad, breaking Kelce's heart like that," you tease him, and he grazes his teeth along your skin in response.

"I don't," he grunts.

"Oh, come on. Just playing," you giggle.

He laughs, climbing off of you to peel off his shirt and turn the light out. He steps back over, pulling the comforter back and watching you squirm underneath it.

"Rest, baby. Celebrate tomorrow," he promises.

His body instantly molds to yours in the bed, wrapping around you just the way he likes. You hum contently as you feel his skin. Not realizing how tired you are, you feel the sleep start to pull at you. Faintly, you register his hand make its way down to your stomach, pressing his palm into your skin as if to protect the baby inside.

"I love you," he whispers into the darkness.

"I love you, Rafe," you reply. It sounds more like a promise than a declaration.

You love him now. You love him in a year. You love him forever. That's what you promise him with those words. With your entire heart, you know he feels exactly the same way. Which is the only thing that dissolves every fear you have. No matter what plans life wrecks, how much shit it puts you through, you have this man to help pull you through it. That puts a smile on your face just as you drift off.

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[mwrieke]

oop hi i just saw ur reblog lmao. im gna say a lot and u can answer as many as u want. #1, #4, #5, #7, #11, #15, 16, #23-26, #29. i'm nosy about countries ok

1, favourite place in my country:

The islands! We have five, and on one side you have the North Sea with beautiful beaches and dunes. Instant holiday feeling. On the other side, between the islands and the mainland is the Wadden Sea. This is a very unique sea with a unique ecosystem. The differences between the tides are extreme and sometimes you can walk to the islands. It's a very muddy walk, of course. Good for your skin tho. Anyway I love the sea.

4, I already answered!

5, favourite song in my native language:

I've got several actually. I'll mention two. Racoon - Oceaan (it's a ballad that speaks to my love for the ocean and also the battle against anxiety)

Kraantje Pappie - Liefde in de lucht (it's hip hop about love in the air, but it's not sappy or sad, it's more pure and raw but happy)

7, already answered!

11, also.... answered previously

15, a saying, joke or hermetic meme from my country.

16, which stereotype about your country you hate the most and which one you somewhat agree with?

I think most of them are pretty true? We love to split bills and find everything too expensive even though we are a rich country. Also, my dad wears wooden shoes so that stereotype is true. Many of my friends do weed, another thing we're famous for. Oh and the progressive and gay stereotype. Well, for American standards we are really cool. Unfortunately, there's still a lot to work on here.

23, answered ��

24, what other nation is joked about most often in my country:

Belgium. It's getting a bit old now, like, it's more fun to joke about Americans.

25, would you like to come from another place, be born in another country?

No!! Very privileged to have this passport and live here. I would have liked perhaps a mixed family, like half Italian ideally.

26, also answered before 😘

29,  the region my region has a beef with in my country:

Friesland. I live in the north east of the country, and we have beef with the north west province. Friesland has its own language Frysian. Groningen only recently got recognised as a dialect in the Low Saxon language. I don't know why we can't get along but basically we want to make sure you know we're Not Frysian.

Hope you enjoyed reading these 😊😊

[rosesanthology]

Not as Bad as i thought | Matsukawa Issei x reader

Okay so i've been thinking about this scenario for a WHILE now and im,,,,,not mad at how it turned out ? Lmao y'all see for yourselves

- songs :  • savage remix by Megan Thee Stallion feat Beyonce

                 • kimi no nawa theme song

- weather association au : dusk (i dont even know if that's seen as a weather but oh well-)

[Tags] : @raevaioli asked sooooo👀 @haikoo

- you weren't really sure how long you've been walking for

- you tried to recall the events from today with much difficulty as you strolled on the sideway at 4pm, still in school uniform but much messier than when you first got out of the house this morning, backpack lazily thrown over your left shoulder

- "and there goes a perfectly good weekend" you sighed, not talking to anyone in particular but yourself or maybe the occasional stray cat

- your house wasn't even close to the way you were going and you couldn't care less

- your phone had data anyway you could just search your way back in google maps (｀ε´)

- plus it's not like you walked across the whole country and you already called your mom to make up some excuse

- "we'll talk when you get back." She had told you over the phone , you were pretty sure that the school had informed her of what happened

- thinking about it made you sick to your stomach so you opted on just focusing on how much of an anime MC vibe you were giving off right now instead !!!

- i mean, basically running away after school to go on unplanned walks with a messy uniform while listening to the new savage remix by Megan and Beyonce ???? Pretty badass ngl (◡︿◡✿)

- if only your balance wasn't -2/10 then maybe you could even skateboard and act like you were in an indie movie

- but back to the matter at hand

- the anger swelled up inside you as you started to think over what had happened

- you were in the midst of a chemistry class and you had been paired up with none other than your toxic ex who made you feel like crap for the most random stuff

- you were literally just vibing trying to adjust the microscope and he just HAD to shove you out of the way because, allegedly, you "didn't know how to do it", causing you to back into another girl's test tubes and bunsen burner !!!

- WORSE IS THAT THAT GIRL STARTED YELLING AT YOU FOR RUINING HER WORK !!!! like damn it's not your fault

- luckily the teacher was kind enough to aknowledge your apology and scold the girl for yelling but still !!! You were angry !! (⋋▂⋌)

- so angry that you may....have started crying in class just cause beating the living hell out of your ex was just not something you could do and not get at least detention for-

- the embarassment of it all had caused you to storm out of the school at the first chance you had, not wanting to murder your ex or anybody else if they made any comments

- you were taken out of your internal turmoil in the middle of the sidewalk by the smell of the sea and well,,,,,the sight that was literally right in front of you

- not to be sappy or basic or anything but a good sunset never failed to make your heart go doki doki from the pretty colors(●´ω｀●)

- you didn't even notice time passing or the sky painting itself like that

- weird huh

- what a world we live in

- anyway you truly felt like things were meant to be at the moment you set foot on the soft sand (you'd have taken of your shoes if it wasn't for your socks preventing you from it)

- in this moment of awe you stuffed your phone and earbuds in your bag and made a run for the water !!!! Excited to see the cute riples of foam closer !!!

- and then you fell.

- FACE FIRST IN THE SAND BABY

- and you would have been fine if it wasnt for the loud sound of someone SNORTING AND CACKLING BEHIND YOU LIKE ?????

- FIRST OF ALL YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE ALONE ????

- AND WHO TF DARED ???

- THE GUY DIDNT EVEN HELP YOU HE JUST CAME UP TO YOU AND LET OUT A

- "Damn ive never seen anyone so eager to bite the dust !" And then laughed again !!

- ●︿●

- thats where it dawned upon you that this guy was one of the third years from your school's male volleyballl team !!!! If you remember correctly his name was Matsukawa Issei but did it really matter ???

- it was someone from school who was laughing at you ???? You Y/N L/N

- the embarassment came crashing onto you like the waves on the shore and in a second you were sobbing

 - the hot tears were rolling down your cheeks at high speed and you swore you heard Mattsun gulp when be realised what was going on

- "w-wait sorry...i didn't mean to make you cry" he didn't really know what to do so his hands were just hanging in the air as he knelt down in front of you

- ⋋_⋌ you mustered up the energy to glare at him thru your glossy eyes but really it looked as intimidating as a hamster- haha what no, the middle blocker's heart totally did NOT skip a beat with the pouty hamster + sunset color palette combination !!!! Not that you'd notice anyway

- instead of kneeling there awkwardly he opted for picking up your backpack before sitting next to you, putting his knees up to his chest and staring at anywhere but your very embarassed self

- "i really mean it you know ? Sorry for making you cry..." MATSUKAWA ISSEI STOP BEING A SIMP FOR SOMEONE YOU JUST MET CHALLENGE YOUR SUN PISCES IS SHOWING KING

- "its not entirely your fault...." you managed to say between hiccups, "ive kinda had like....a really really bad day"

- ".....i see" i sEe HeAdAsS you should have thought about it before laughing at Y/N like that !!!

- after that you didn't really know what to do

- i mean yeah grabbing your bag, flipping him off and then going back home sounded like a tight plan but at the same time,,,,,the sound of the waves was calming and the sun was pretty   (●´ω｀●)

- and little did you know that as you were too focused looking absolutly enamored with the sun itself Mattsun was looking at you trying to think about how the hell he was going to keep the conversation and the vibes going when you're just sitting there looking like THAT

- it was like that one scene in Kimi no Nawa when Taki and Mitsuba see each other for the first time sodjdisnakaka

- except that he was the only one staring but that didn't really phase him

- "you know-" ah here it comes

- he started talking so he'd have to go thru with it until the end

- he weirdly enough did NOT want you to turn to look at him because he knew that if you did the words would get caught up in his throat and- oh no you did

- oop the sand looks very interesting all of a sudden wow :0

- "you know when i have a bad day i usually come to sit here and watch the sunset"

- "okay and ?"

- GOSH Y/N LET HIM SPEAK PLEASE HE'S HAVING A HARD TIME

- "and it feels nice....like today for example, i just lost a volleyball match against some other school, Karasu-whatever you probably don't care but....after living such a hard loss it feels nice to look at the sky painted in all these colors you know ? Plus you don't have to talk so it's great it's as if you were on top of the world-"

- he was cut off by the sound of your laugh

- "ARE YOU MAKING FUN OF ME ???"

- as you struggled to catch your breath you looked at him and smiled

- "you know you're not as bad as i thought !"

- huh

- you were definitely something :\

- spiking the ball right thru Matsukawa's chest and straight to his heart

- "My name's Y/N L/N im a 2nd year ! also don't worry i wasn't making fun of you at all i just can't believe that you exposed your simp card so proudly to someone you BARELY know"

- "well i felt bad because-"

- "it's cute (▰˘◡˘▰)"

- OH.

- MY MANZ WAS AT A LOSS OF WORD

- WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT MAKING FUN OF A GIRL FALLING WAS ALL IT TOOK TO MAKE HIS DAY A 100 TIMES BETTER

- HE WOULD HAVE TO TELL MAKKI ABOUT THIS ASAP

- you snapped him out of his daze by pointing out that your mom would be worried if you walked alone to your house at night

- "sooooo is it my cue to walk you home ?" smooth recovery from him, you must admit

- "should we get boba on the way ?" You said standing up and dusting your shirt

- "you bet."

#IM STILL ANXIOUS AS HELL #sleep deprivation has me thriving #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #mattsun #matsukawa x reader