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fallenasleepyetagain · 8 months

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Date - Fresh/Nightmare

Prompt: Meet Cute/Blind Date

Prompt from: @yearoftheotpevent

Media: UTMV/Undertale AUs

Genres: Human AU, blind date, first date, romance (I guess haha), rivals (?) to lovers, ooooo Fresh is from Nightmare’s past ooooo, use of 90s slang because lord knows I’m not going to write Fresh without it

Pairing(s): Fresh/Nightmare

CW/TW - Mentions of Fresh infecting people, mentions of theft

Other Notes: I’m not the most proud of this one tbh😔 this month was rough for writing. I would’ve loved to write their date but I did not have the time. maybe another day…

Word Count: 1837 Words

“Can I start you for tonight, sir?”

“I am waiting for someone, but a lambrusco would be excellent.”

“I will get that for you sir.”

“Thank you.” Nightmare nodded, watching the waiter walk off.

Blind dates were stupid. Absolutely stupid. Nightmare set the menu down and rubbed his forehead, looking out at the window. He had to be about ninety stories up, he could still see the sun, despite it trying to set on the horizon. The restaurant's ambiance was nice. It was formal, quiet, and the live music was a great touch. A small orchestra was playing a variety of classical music, and Nightmare quite liked it. It wasn’t the fanciest restaurant he’s ever been to, but he didn’t expect much from his boys. He also didn’t expect himself to agree to a blind date set up by said boys, and yet here he was.

Did he seem sad and pathetic? Is that why they set him up on a date with a stranger? Nightmare didn’t feel sad and pathetic, he was the King of Negativity after all, there was no one better than he. Which is why this blind date idea felt so stupid to him. He could get any man he wanted, and yet his boys decide to set him up with a stranger? How stupid.

…Yet he agreed to it, didn’t he? He supposed that the worst thing that could happen is that it’s some weirdo, and he just chucks them out the window and treats himself to dinner. The best thing that could happen was that no one showed up and he got to eat by himself. The quiet of the restaurant was nice compared to what often happened during meal times. There was always a lot of shouting and lack of manners at Nightmare’s dinner table.

The waiter returned with his wine, opening the bottle and pouring a glass for him. He didn’t allow the waiter to set it back down, as he took it from their hands directly. He thanked them before turning back to the window. He twirled the wine around in the glass for a moment before taking a sip.

Oh, how he absolutely adored red wine. One could call him a wine connoisseur, and he would wear that title with pride. Perhaps it made him seem a bit arrogant, but he didn’t care. He was arrogant, might as well pair it with a fine wine.

Another swish of the glass before he took a sip, slowly feeling the alcoholic juice slip down his throat. His teal eyes shut as he did so, allowing himself the satisfaction of taking in no other sensation than the taste of the wine. Lambrusco was really a hidden gem in the wine world. This particular wine was of great quality. Nightmare could tell. Cheap lambrusco was often very sweet, and this was aged and dry to perfection. He took another sip, his lips curling back into a smile. There was nothing like a good wine on a calm evening. It was perfect. Even if his date decided to show up right at that moment, he wouldn’t even care.

“Yo, Nightmare, brah! I think you’re my date for tonight!”

Nightmare could hear the glass of his soul cracking in his mind. His eyes opened into a confused scowl as he looked to his left. Standing in front of him was that abhorrent, nineties parasite. Standing at a horrific six feet (or two hundred centimeters) was Fresh, and the bastard didn’t even try to dress up! Nightmare was horrified. Fresh was in his everyday wear, which was already beginning to hurt his eyes. He was wearing that stupidly obnoxious blue, purple, and white sweatshirt of his, and the pink shirt underneath and the massive 90s collar. His pants were also a variety of neon colors, and frankly, if it pissed Nightmare off. Pick a color scheme and stick with it goddamnit! Even Cross, the most idiotic man he’s ever met, could understand that!

Fresh cocked his head to the side, a smile on his face. He was wearing his rectangular sunglasses (Nightmare wasn’t convinced that they were actual sunglasses, considering their properties) that currently said “YOLO” in bright yellow and blue lettering. Nightmare knew what the glasses were concealing. This particular host of Fresh’s was tall, a little lanky, and had dark skin. The host had their hair styled into box braids, with neon colored hair extensions weaved into it. No doubt it was Fresh’s doing. Nightmare couldn’t put his finger on it, but he could see the way they had been woven together had Fresh’s name written all over it.

“This cannot possibly be right. What are you doing here?” Nightmare asked, his face pulled back into a scowl. He only got more visibly angry when Fresh sat himself down on the chair across from Nightmare. Fresh grinned at him, leaning back in the seat and man-spreading as he did so. Nightmare didn’t even want to know what the other guests thought of this horrid exchange.

“It most certainly is correct my dude!” Fresh clicked his teeth and gave Nightmare finger guns which made him cringe. “Ya know, when I got the invite from your boys, I was a bit nervous y’know? I thought they were gonna kill me whenever I arrived here, haha!”

Wine glasses were usually supposed to be filled to around halfway, perhaps even less, depending on the type of wine and the consumer. However, Nightmare filled his glass nearly all of the way as Fresh spoke. He nearly downed the entire glass in one sip. He’d need a little alcohol to deal with this nonsense.

“How long have you been here? Sorry for not getting here sooner! Nearly got lost a couple times!”

“It would have been a major shame if you did.” Nightmare stated, sarcasm dripping from his lips as he took another sip of his wine.

“Hella broski!” Fresh, however, did not pick up on his sarcastic tone. Unless he did, and was just messing with Nightmare? God, Nightmare could never tell with this guy! He just could not read Fresh, and it pissed him off.

There was an awkward silence that Nightmare didn’t even attempt to fill. He gently sipped his alcohol as he watched Fresh, noticing that he barely twitches, his stupid smile still on his face. Nightmare didn’t want to look at him nonstop, but there was this awful feeling in his chest, that if he looked away Fresh would disappear or get closer to him. Fresh always had this uncanniness about him. Similar to a robot, or a statue.

In a way, Nightmare was right for feeling that way. Fresh was just puppeting a flesh suit, and all of his mannerisms showed that clearly. It was like he was pretending, acting as if he was human. He was doing an incredibly poor job.

With one final rub to his temple, Nightmare held up his hand to get the attention of a waiter. He was not going to deal with this. He would pay for his wine (as any respectable person would do, he may be an evil king but he wasn’t a monster!), leave, and then discipline whoever thought that playing with his love life was a joke.

“Ah ah! Wait a minute will you brah?!” Fresh reached across the table, grabbing Nightmare by his hand and yanking it down. “C’mon! At least give me a chance?”

“Why?” Nightmare hissed, yanking his hand away. “I know what you are. You can’t possibly feel any actual attraction to me.”

“Woah, bold assumptions there!” Fresh leaned over, putting a hand against his chin. “I mean, you’re the king, broski! Who wouldn’t be attracted to ya?”

Nightmare rubbed his forehead, debating just getting out of there.

“Ah, but anyways, I’ve been wantin’ to talk to you for a while now! You’re just so…” Fresh’s expression changes into something more sinister, and Nightmare can feel the aura of the room changing as it did so. “Interestin’, y’know?” Always have been. Ever since you were purple.”

Ah, right. Nightmare had nearly forgotten his small encounter with Fresh. It had to have been around two hundred or so years ago since their first meeting. It wasn’t anything revolutionary, but it had planted the seed in Nightmare’s mind that there was something else out there. After all, a small, bright purple, four-tentacled creature with a black and yellow eye-mouth isn’t something you say everyday. Especially if your everyday consisted of living in the same forest that never changed. Nightmare dared Dream to eat it- er, Fresh, but he refused. And for better or for worse that decision somehow led Nightmare to be sitting at a dinner table with the man. If only Dream had more balls and eaten him when they were kids. Perhaps this could’ve been avoided.

“So lemme treat ya!”

“With what money? Last time I checked, you lived in a void with your furbies.” Nightmare scoffed, a sly smirk forming on his face as Fresh’s expression fell.

“Yowch!” Fresh held his hands up, a surprised look on his face. “I’m a lil’ hurt by your words, brah! I’ve got money! How’d you think I got all mah trinkets?”

“I figured you just took them.”

Out of all the things, Fresh looked most offended at that. “Whaaa??? Nightmare, brah, that hurts even more! Stealin’ and breakin’ the law is so uncool yo! I would never! I get my money completely legit-ly!”

“Yeah? How?”

“Well, I use the money from my hosts of course! I take their body right? Then I get access to whatever they have! Real simple.”

“That…is stealing, Fresh.”

“Nuh uh.”

Putting a hand to his temple once more, Nightmare gave Fresh a look of incredible incredulity. “Really. It’s not stealing?”

“Nah! Doesn’t count.” He laughed, and Nightmare could hear the cruelty in his voice. “Anyways!”

Fresh leaned over the table and grabbed Nightmare by his hand. The grasp was gentle, as if he knew that Nightmare wouldn’t yank it away. Nightmare couldn’t deny it, there was something alluring about Fresh. It wasn’t the way he dressed, obviously, but his past, how he operated, made Nightmare want to tear into him and see how he ticked.

“Nightmare, brah, please.” Nightmare was surprised to feel that despite the silver piercing in the host’s bottom lip, Fresh’s lips felt soft as they connected with the back of his hand. When was the last time someone had, sincerely, kissed the back of his hand? Was it Cross? It had to have been, when Cross pledged his allegiance to Nightmare those long seven months ago. His lips twitched as he wanted to smile, but remained stoic. “Lemme treat you tonight. It might be fun.”

Nightmare could see the sinister smile in Fresh’s face from a mile away. More often than not, his own grins held that sort of minacious quality to them.

“Maybe I’ll surprise ya in ways you couldn’t even imagine.”

Oh, how could Nightmare decline such an offer?

#fallen’s writing #utmv #king nightmare #fresh (UTMV)#fresh/nightmare #fresh x nightmare #freshmare #nightfresh #undertale multiverse #undertale aus #utau #utmv fanfic #fanfic

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on-maars · 2 years

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🍀 questions tag game 🍀

thanks for the tag Mel @emeraldcas 💛

name: Domi

star sign: leo altho i should've been a virgo because i was born three weeks early (which always makes more sense when i check) (which is very very rarely tbh)

height: 176cm

time: 7:30pm

birthday: 7th of august

favorite bands/artists: twenty one pilots, half alive, imagine dragons, bastille, giant rooks, grandson, halsey, pomme, probably others i forgot.

last movie: thor love and thunder (i love marvel and it was entertaining but i was SO bored sometimes, i am: incredibly disappointed)

last show: obi-wan kenobi and the boys

when did I create this blog: I think in 2013? For supernatural at first, then I left for a few years and came back because of supernatural again, stayed for 9-1-1.

what i post: fics sometimes but I usually only reblog you guys' stuff 💫

last thing i googled: "people of the pride lyrics genius"

other blogs: nope, only one ✌

do i get asks: very rarely (lately never but tbh i'm not really active at the moment, i'll probably come back in september when the gay firefighters are back)

following: 191

average hours of sleep: around 8 i'd say?

instruments: nope 😔 i used to play the guitar when i was in middle school but i stopped before going to high-school because i didn’t really have time anymore (also the "end of year performance" anxiety was ruining my life)

what i'm wearing: pj shorts and my old hufflepuff tee-shirt

dream job: same answer as Mel, run a queer english bookshop somewhere in Britanny maybe 💕🌈

dream trip: i'd love to do a road trip in the USA and maybe it'll happen next year?? Hopefully 🤞 i was dying to visit Edinburgh too and if everything goes well, I'll be over there for a few days in August 💕

nationality: french

favorite songs: oof this is the hardest question in the world?? bandito by twenty one pilots will forever hold a special spot in my heart 🥺 the kids from yesterday by mcr? transatlanticism by death cab, escape by muse, what i know is all quicksand by giant rooks, your fractured life by air traffic, demons by imagine dragons... plenty of others i forgot??

last book i've read: ninth house by leigh bardugo and it was a bit of a letdown for me but i'm currently reading the starless sea by erin morgenstern and i'm loving it!

top 3 fictional universes i'd like to live in: this is really hard? la Passe Mirroir, hp and lotr? Without the dangers.

I'm tagging @cyllaeth @loveyourownsmiilee @bast-top @panevanbuckley only do it if you want to tho obviously 💫

#questions tag game #tag games

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fairyxkisses · 3 years

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☼ dating cove holden headcannons ☼

content overall : gender neutral reader, mainly fluff, kinda random ideas tbh warnings : minor swearing? word count : 1k

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☼ during the first few months cove was very awkward poor boy probably couldn't hold your hand without his cheeks turning bright red we love him anyway

☼ for the first few months (at least) cove would often ask for permission to kiss you

☼ cove is very respectful of your boundaries, the last thing he'd ever want to do is push you too far.

☼ he adores spoiling you, if he sees something he thinks you'd like he's buying it right away

☼ late night texts

☼ mans will text you at four in the morning if he's up something completely random, just a random thought that popped into his head

☼ "hey, did you know the word swims upside down is swims"

☼ did i mention respectful?

☼ he has certain things that he gets super excited about and if asked about them he lights up and could go on and on about them. but he often stops himself mid-rant mans doesn't want to be annoying

☼ mans would be so happy if someone told him to continue going oml-

☼ he'd definitely spend hours talking about his interests if he could-

☼ he wants so badly to be able to actually sleep in the same bed as the mc, but he cant and it kills him MANS JUST WANTS TO WAKE UP IN THE MORNING AND SEE YOUR BEAUTIFUL FACE

☼ once he can he's honestly so happy-

☼ if the thought that he did it didn't also fluster him so much he'd go and tell everyone he knew

☼ he doesn't like sleeping in bed without you once he does it

☼ constantly uses this "<3" over text. it's a constant.

☼ mans is so supportive oml-

☼ if you have a certain career path you want, mans is already figuring out how to help you or support you in it

☼ he'd probably learn a fuck ton about any hobbies you had so you could do it together

☼he also knows your favorite everything. flower? check. food? check. drink? yes. favorite type of day? mhm. literally everything.

☼ mans gets very emotional

☼ tbh his entering through the window would become a joke between the two of you-

☼ "hey, what's up flynn rider?" "not much, how about you?" "how you doing romeo?"

☼ adores impulsive dates

☼ picnic dates at the beach + on the poppy field

☼ mans would surprise you with the date on the poppy field and once he learns how much you love it would do it all the time bc it made you happy

☼ he does a lot for you, and he doesn't expect anything in return. when you do something for him it makes him so happy he likely cries half the time bc he thinks you're too good and nice for him

☼ tbh he gives off thigh guy vibes-

☼ like he just appreciates them, he has no idea why he just does? and he appreciates any size thighs. big thighs? love. small thighs? love.

☼ mans adores using them as pillows, simply resting a hand on them (though he gets very flustered the first few dozen times), whatever. he loves thighs.

☼ he'd so buy ankle bracelets for you-

☼ he'd get so shy when giving them to you

☼ "i... i got you something" **intense blush + stuttering** "you don't have to wear them but"

☼ he'd die when you wear them, like, actually die cove.exe has stopped working

☼ he'd probably let you borrow his t-shirts mans doesn't like hoodies so he doesn't have any to give you

☼ would definitely be so happy to see you wearing them, but would also definitely become a flustered mess cove.exe has stopped working again

☼ would feel very prideful if you wore something of his in public (once he got over how flustered it made him)

☼ mans loves to be domestic

☼ like, little things like baking together? loves it mans has had plans to marry you since you were children

☼ once y'all say "i love you" to each other, he says it whenever he can. mans loves to express his love for you.

☼ gives some of the best hugs??? like-

☼ his hugs are super comforting? and just *chef's kiss*

☼ idk how to explain it-

☼ his love language is definitely acts of service and physical touch

☼ mans loves to be somehow touching you??? HE JUST DOESN'T ALWAYS KNOW HOW TO JUST LIKE HOLD YOUR HAND???

☼ it's so frustrating for him-

☼ he'd probably have a specific look he'd give you when he wants to hold your hand or just you but doesn't know how-

☼ he'd definitely would just stare at you with that look until you realized-

☼ when you first started dating he'd legit look at you with this seriously concentrated look trying to figure out how tf to hold your hand

☼ his thoughts are like "do i just grab it?" "what if they don't want to hold my hand?" "oh my god how do i just-" "WHY CAN'T I JUST GRAB IT???" "i'm so stupid-" "what if i just grab it?" "okay cove, you've got this. it's simple. just reach out and grab their hand." "NOPE NOPE NOPE CAN'T DO IT"

☼ *cue intense stare at your hand*

☼ have i mentioned he's extremely respectful? mans would rather die than cross your boundaries. if he did it'd definitely be on accident and he'd spend weeks trying to make it up to you

☼ mans is kinda insecure

☼ loves constant reassurance tbh

☼ he definitely thinks there are better people out there for you and thinks himself to be the luckiest man in the world bc you're dating him

☼ would definitely cry at reassurance at times

☼ when cove can give compliments, he gives the best ones?

☼ like, mans doesn't try but he gives amazing compliments

☼ he's an awful flirt

☼ oh my god, mans is great at a lot of things. flirting? definitely not one of them.

☼ the few times he's tried, it didn't go well.

☼ *cove trying to get the courage to say something "flirty"* "is your mom a thief? because she stole the stars and put them in your eyes." likely said this while at the poppy field during a cloudy night

☼ even after years of teasing, he still blushes whenever the families tease the two of you

anyway, cove holden is a big simp and would give the world to the mc.

#cove holden #cove holden x reader #our life beginning and always #cove holden headcannons #cove holden fluff

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all-might-can-smash-me · 4 years

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Dad/Family headconons

Masterlist

Aizawa, Taishiro, Toshinori, Sir Nighteye, and Hawks

Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead

Despite him being that kind of nonchalant, I don’t give a shit about anything kind of person.....he’s a family guy

Loves kids

He just wants you to have a huge army of kids following alongside you hand in hand to visit him at work.

Looks forward to being able to relate to someone else with his quirk

Doesn’t care if they are all girls, all boys, a mixture of both, or even fostering or adopting, he’s for everything

Was kind of afraid to open up about that side of himself when you two got married, but you are all for it too

Feels that he can handle it with your help thanks to having some experience with dealing with his students

Is slapped in the face with shock when you two have your first 2 or 3 kids because infants are, you guessed it, nothing like teens who are all emotional about becoming a prohero

Guess he would be prepared for whenever they would get to their teenage years

Except for periods because he didn’t know anything about them but he’ll probably take the time to learn about it from you

Still happy over his growing army though

Still loves the chaos of it all, plus it’s good to have Aizawa to control their quirks when they start to develop

The chaos also reminds him of his own time in school with his few friends he had....they were always so vibrant and loud unlike him and he kind of envied it (secretly)

Yamada and Kayama (Present Mic and Midnight) loves to visit his little army and spoil them with toys and snacks even if Aizawa disapproved of it

You helped hand out the toys and snacks.....Aizawa could suck it up

Napping piles are normal in this household, so don’t be freaked when you see all of your children curled up or around Aizawa under a pillow fort in the living room.

It breaks his heart everytime though when his kids beg to take a stray cat home and he has to say no....but he’ll end up going back on patrol to feed it and then probably cave in and bring it home anyway

He’ll just shrug off his children’s accusations of him being a ‘hypocrite’ for saying no to their pleas earlier and say something like ‘Well I said you couldn’t do it, nothing about me though’

The tea parties are lit and he’ll crush anyone at a video game

Taishiro Toyomistu/Fatgum

Really never thought about having his own kids until meeting Kirishima and Tamaki

Life was changed FOREVER since meeting them, now he would like to have his own family

It was kind of confusing to finally have the talk of having kids a couple of years into your marriage, but your views on having kids were changed too after meeting the two UA students

He let you on thinking just one or two kids were great, but you didn’t know if you should have been surprised that you were in the hospital room pushing out your 5th child

It was kind of funny to see Taishiro freaking out even if it was his 5th time next to you in labor

Your kids were so use to it they just sat out in the hallway doing their schoolwork or playing games on their iPads as Kirishima and Tamaki watched over them (your labor would always catch them while they were out on patrol)

I picture that all his kids are girls

He uses the excuse “just one more kid, maybe this time it’ll be a boy”, It’s NEVER a boy

I feel that he’s the dad to sneak home McDonald’s fries or ice cream to his kids despite you not liking it

Will take the blame when you catch one of your daughters munching on fries on the way back to her room (daughters will also try to take the blame, but how the heck could girls 13 and younger sneak out all the way to McDonalds)

He’ll also get all his daughters together to bake a cake and also decorate it. The creativity shown by his daughters will always amaze him.

He and his daughters would even clean up the kitchen together...mostly so that you wouldn’t get mad upon seeing the kitchen as a disaster

Gets way into watching Barbie’s Life in the Dream House and secretly really loves our queen Raquelle

All Might/Toshinori Yagi

Just wants one little girl

To spoil her ROTTEN!

Seeing his friend David Sheild’s daughter Melissa grow up and look so happy always made him envious. Young Midoriya also played a huge role in his desire for at least one kid

One child was enough for the two of you and thankfully your first and only child was a girl

Gran Torino will also spoil her rotten along with Sir Nighteye

Will not be embarrassed to be caught sprawled out on the ground with your daughter playing with dolls

He’s actually quite proud of the fact that he doesn’t mind getting down and dirty when it comes to playing with ‘girly’ things with his young daughter unlike other dads

Loves to play Studio Ghibli movies for your daughter.....but Yagi is way more into it

I say this because Toshinori will try to hide his tears while watching My Neighbor Totoro as your daughter is fast asleep on his lap.

He will also sneak in a rated pg-13 hero movie from the United States in when your gone too....and then he’ll act surprise when your daughter would repeat the fowl language she heard in the movie

He would and WILL spend hours on YouTube to learn how to braid hair and put bows in and ribbons

He would bring her to work a lot too to see class 1A in action

Daughter will forever be his ‘baby’, so he HATES the thought of her starting to date and get married.

So when she admitted that the boy ‘Todoroki’ in his class was handsome while heading home one day from his work, he swore off boys....

He wasn’t surprised though, she was always managing to get Todoroki to hold her hand while Toshinori would have class 1A doing scenarios in teams and showing off her hair to him and asking if he noticed anything different.

Todoroki is a good sport, he held her hand and always complimented her hair...

Yeah she was mad at Toshinori and you made him unswear off boys, especially Todoroki

Brings your daughter to work just to brag about how he did her hair to EVERYONE

Mirai Sasaki/Sir Nighteye

Eh....he didn’t want kids, never had the desire tbh

Though something about UA students’ charming personalities making these heroes want families. Mirio got him thinking one kid couldn’t be so bad

You were shocked when he asked to have a kid, but you agreed....after discussing it for awhile to make sure he wanted this

I picture him having one cute, little shy boy

Like the cute little boy with glasses who wears those cute shorts with a bug related shirt that just wants to search for roly-poly in the dirt and grass in the back yard

Very quiet and a bit shy around new people, but is literally the most polite little boy in the WORLD

Nighteye will use his quirk on his son when out looking for bugs to just see if he missed something in the grass or dirt, but that’s as far as he’ll use it

The reason why Nighteye thinks he’s so funny is because your son (and you of course along with mirio) are the only ones who laugh at his jokes, especially your son

Your son finds ANYTHING his dad says or does hilarious. His dad made a gasp of excitement along side his son upon finding a millipede? Instant laughter will follow

Those bouts of laughter from his son is the best feeling in the world to him

Tried to make your son an expert on All Might, but gave up when he came to his conclusion that your son just wasn’t into it.

It was kind of weird at first to find out his son was just simply NOT into heroes, but now he just loves the fact that his son likes what he likes and doesn’t let himself get swayed by others, even his own mom and dad

If you can’t make his little boy, his pride and joy, laugh? Sorry, but don’t talk to Nighteye or his son ever again

He will sit and listen to his little boy go on and on and on and ON about anything and never get bored (or show it). He will sit and listen intently about the cool facts about the bug he found or a plant.

He’d even listen to the longest explanation about a tiny little squiggle on a piece of paper that he drew on if it was being told by his little boy.

Will even put a meeting on hold just to answer a FaceTime from his son from your phone just to listen to him talk about a leaf he made a pressing of....and will sit there with the volume all the way up on his phone too so the others in the room can hear as well.

Will spend all night pinning bugs to a board to frame and label just for your son

Keigo Takami/Hawks

He didn’t even want to date tbh

Though when he met you? The cliche ‘love at first sight’ happened and soon the two of you were married pretty quickly and boy was he a happy man

He didn’t really even want kids either. He just didn’t want to have kids and somehow they end up with a childhood like his that’s not the greatest or most normal, plus he was happy with the little domestic life with you.

But then IT happened. You know, when a mommy and daddy love each other very much and poof, a baby? Yeah....

He was TERRIFIED, but once your first child came into the world, a new sense of happiness sparked within him, like his own eyes opened for the first time to the world

This happened twice more, ending up with his happy family consisting of you, his two boys, and his little girl.

He’s the kind of dad to have his wallet FILLED with pictures of his kids and you. He will shamelessly show them off to fans while on patrol and also to Endeavor....even if he’s seen them a trillion times. Also his office is filled with framed pictures too

He also gets in trouble a lot along with his two boys for playing to rough and loudly within the house by you, especially for flying and being too competitive with video games and ANY activity he would take part in with them.

What can he say? His sons were like the best friends he was never able to have as a kid, he wanted to take in the beauties of having an energetic family

He doesn’t play favorites, but when it comes to his little girl? Sometimes he’ll catch a feeling of her feeling like she’s the odd one out when it comes to her two older brothers and he can relate to that feeling.

So he’ll set aside some dad and daughter time to do the things she likes, like read, color, and draw

He would even let her do his hair with tiny braids and color pieces of clip in hair and many butterfly clips. Keigo would also then wear it out proudly on patrol and check his reflection MULTIPLE times to make sure everything was in place.

He would then shout to the press and paparazzi that his daughter did his hair, showing it off in the process

When the picture would come out with the headliner ‘Hawks’ New Look Thanks to Daughter’ for the news the next day, the look of pride and awe on your daughters face upon looking at the front cover of the magazines and newspapers at the store you and his family would shop at would absolutely melt his heart melt

He’s the first one to pull back the covers to let his children climb in when scared by a thunderstorm or the spooky shadow in their room even if they may be getting ‘too old’ to be doing that...according to Endeavor however, so that information might be wrong

Bribes his kids not to tell you that he entered the house through the window and not the front door

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midnight-on-pluto · 3 years

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The others finding your hickeys

Summary: The rest of class 1-A finding your hickeys the night after a heated make out of whatever you want.

Genre: Fluff, suggestive

Warnings: mentions of hickeys, female presenting, more suggestive in Bakugo, Todoroki, and slightly in Kirishima’s.

A/N: I have never written some suggestive content or smut before but tbh this is not super smutty lol 😽✌️

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𓆝 Midoriya had left some nasty bruises the earlier night. You, of course, never realized the red and purple marks that had been sucked into your skin. Tiredly, you stripped your clothes in the change room, only to reveal the bruises to all the other girls. “Holy shit, Y/N!” Mina chuckled, eyes wide. It wasn’t long before all the girls were admiring your body, searching for all the unseen marks. Mina poked them, making your cheeks burn a bright red every time her finger made contact with your skin. “Okay! Okay! Enough,” you shoved their hands away and quickly dressed yourself. Mina chuckled as you hurried out of the room, head hanging high as you tried to maintain your remaining pride. The next time you saw Midoriya, you made sure to give him a small smack on the arm, causing him to become confused before having Kaminari and Mina both tease him. Glad I don’t have to deal with that, you smirked as the thought crossed your mind.

𓆝 Todoroki had completely covered your chest in marks, forgetting that you’d have to change into your hero costume tomorrow. As you walked in, knowing what was going to happen, you silently cursed Shoto under your breath. After some contemplation, you finally decided to rip the shirt off to get this over with. Uraraka’s eyes widened as she saw your chest. “Oh my god, are you okay?” She questioned, coming close to inspect. You shoved her away a little, “shush it’s okay, Todoroki just went a little crazy yesterday that’s all please don’t make a big deal of it.” All the girls crowded, looking at the mark before you tugged your uniform on quickly. After everyone was dressed and done teasing, you walked out. You made sure to give Todoroki a small glare as you saw him, he only gave you an innocent, cocky smile.

𓆝 Iida wasn’t one to give you lots of hickeys so when you finally felt him sucking lightly on your neck the previous night you weren’t quick to stop him. As you stood in the mirror that morning instant regret flooded your emotions as you saw where he’d left it. Right at the front of your neck, very noticeable, and very dark. There was no way you could hide that with some silly make up. Sighing, you walked out of your room and mentally prepared yourself for the backlash. As soon as you walked into the crowd of 1-A, everyone noticed. “Holy shit!” Kaminari chuckled. “Did Iida do that?” You groaned, leaning on Uraraka as she chuckled. “It is….” You mumbled out. You let the others tease Iida, mentioning how professional and uptight he was, but (as Kaminari put it) “you were getting more action then anyone else!”

𓆝 Bakugo had made sure to give you lots of marks always. It wasn’t new to most of 1-A to see you with small, dark, marks on the small of your neck or on your collarbones while changing. But the soft insides of your thighs? That was new. Kaminari was first to notice when your skirt rid up, showing off the marks scattering the area. “Holy! Did Bakugo make those?” He was pointing to your thighs now. There was no saving him, Bakugo glared, then blew him out of the room. “WHY WERE YOU LOOKING, YOU SCUM!!” Was all you could hear before Bakugo was running out after a blasted Denki. You just smiled and chuckled at the marks, the ones Bakugo strategically placed there to catch Denki’s wandering eyes. They simply said, she’s mine, to anyone who saw them.

𓆝 Kirishima was new to the whole hickeys thing. He’d first found it when you started softly sucking on his neck one night while you two watched a movie. After that he was hooked, making sure to return your little bruises one night, the night before training. You sucked in a breath as you walked into the changing room and took your clothing off. Jirou was the first to see, eyes widening. “Y/N, what’s that?” She asked teasingly. You looked down to your chest and stomach, shrugging. “Hickeys,” you replied nonchalantly. All the girls stared in awe as you continued changing and walked out to meet up with your red haired boyfriend, who just smirked as he watched you walk out.

𓆝 Denki had never touched a woman other than you and he was needy for any kind of friction. So just as soon as you sat down he immediately started sucking your skin. The next day you were practically a walking sign that said “this belongs to Kaminari Denki,” not like you were complaining. When you walked out into the crowd of students, Denki was the one to present his artwork, smiling proudly as the rest of 1-A stared, disgusted. “You didn’t need to point it out,” Bakugo scoffed as the rest of the class excused his behaviour and you flicked his head.

𓆝 Shinsou wasn’t one to show off your sexual activities. He thinks that what you do only belongs to you and him, but he just couldn’t help leaving a small hickey on your neck last night. As soon as everyone pointed it out, teasing you and Shinsou he literally just stood there like 😐. Boy did not care, he literally just let Kaminari tease tf out of him then asked “are you done?”

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heejojo · 3 years

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Love Isn't Beautiful But With You It Was

✰ summary: y/n and niki's journey from being enemies to friends to much more than that.

✰ pairing: Niki x fem!reader (and a Jay apperance)

✰ genre: fluff, angst, enemies to childhood friends to lovers

✰ warning: a few sad scenes but I'm not sure they'll be too bad! death

✰ word count: 1.8k (the most so far tbh)

a/n: this is my first fanfic so please leave comments about what should be improved. if you have any requests feel free to leave them! it's past 12am now and I need to sleep but I hope you have a nice day!

prompt gotten from @moonlight-chi77 thank you!

“Love isn’t beautiful but with you it was”

Life disappears in the blink of an eye, but the memories created and the human connection formed does not. The memories created are embedded in our hearts and follow us through different paths of life. Whether those memories are good or bad, they become something we reflect on in later moments.

Nishimura Riki couldn’t exactly remember the first time he met you but all he knew was that he had never hit off with someone the way he did with you.

September 2012

Although Niki couldn't pinpoint the exact date you guys started talking, he knew it was in September of 2012. He knew at first he disliked you and wanted nothing to do with you because you had stolen his spot on the swings.

“That's my spot, I told Jay I was going to stay here forever,” he said while his friend who was behind him nodded enthusiastically, backing him up.

“Your name is not on it and you didn’t buy it so why should I leave?” you asked him without coming down because you got there fair and square.

“I called dibs on it,” he said while puffing out his chest.

“Dibs are for babies,” you say while continuing to swing. “I’m not a baby,” he retorts.

“If you say so, then why are you wearing a Talking Tom T-Shirt?” you ask and his face begins to turn red. “It's cool, isn't it Jay?” he nudges his friend asking him for support. “Cool man, girls just suck” Jay responds and they both leave. “At least I dress myself!” you yell at their retreating figures

After that day, Niki made it his mission to disturb you every day and never wore his Talking Tom shirt again after that day.

August 2016

“Niki!!” you screamed as you felt another water balloon hit your leg. At this point, your entire body was soaked. The young boy continued to laugh and run as you chased him. You were beginning to regret spending your summer break with him when you could be watching TV instead. Eventually, you give up chasing the blond-haired boy and go into the house to dry off. Thirty minutes later, Niki comes in with a bottle of orange juice as a form of apology. You snatch it without further thought and drink it. Looking up at him after you finish drinking it, you both burst into a fit of laughter. “You’re lucky I love food,” you say. Maybe spending the summer with him wouldn't be so bad.

December 2018

Your crush on Niki was painfully obvious to everyone but him. Your friends teased you, his friends teased you yet when you were together you denied it with so much vigour. Niki had liked you for a few months now. Everyone was enjoying the slow burn that was going on between the two of you; the soft glances across the room, the way you always looked for each other among crowds, the way he knew where your secret birthmark was even though your close friends didn’t.

It was the way you complimented each other that made everyone cringe and aw at the same time. The jacket you got him for his birthday was his most prized piece of clothing and the only person he let touch it was his mum. This year though, you gathered enough courage and told him how he meant to you and how you were content with being just friends even if it hurt a little. But you weren’t expecting Niki to say he felt the same way, even more so. Your friends heaved a sigh of relief and choruses of ‘Finally’ were echoed.

It felt good being with someone.

January 2019

Everyone argued with people they loved right? Your parents did, the old lady that sells fruit and her boyfriend did so you and Niki weren’t an exception. After being childhood friends for so long you’d think you could trust each other enough to talk about the things that bothered you but he refused to, claiming that he didn’t want you to see him in a different light and how it would hurt his pride. You would tell him that no one knew him more and cared about him the way you did. At times, you’d let it go not wanting to push him but that day you couldn’t take it.

“We need to talk. Why have you been avoiding me these past few days?” you asked him.

“I’ve just been busy” he replied.

“No, you’ve been avoiding me. I know you well enough to know when you're hiding something” you said.

He wouldn't budge, he never did especially when you cornered him like this. He started to get irritated and said, “I said I’ve been busy so forgive me if I can’t give you attention all the time. Not all of us are as clingy as you” You winced; it was your fault for pushing him to the edge like that. Nevertheless, you wouldn't give up. “ I just want you to say how you feel and what bothers you. I’d never look at you in a different light and you know that. You might want to be strong but it’s okay to show some sort of emotion, it doesn’t make you weak rather it makes you look like someone that acknowledges what is wrong and doesn’t try to ignore the problem or solve it on their own” you comforted him. As the words entered his ears, you could see the walls surrounding his heart crumbling. “It’s okay to ask for help or just to rant to someone. Even if we won’t be able to provide an immediate solution, it should help” you added taking a few steps forward and grabbing a hold of his hands. You squeezed them tightly.

“I...I’m just scared you’ll leave once you see the not so perfect side of me” he managed to say. “I will stay with you, why don’t we make the best of everything without worrying about the future?” you asked while smiling. He returned it and pulled you in for a hug. “Thank you, truly,” he said and you smiled under his embrace.

After a few minutes you spoke up, “Oh yeah, Niki?” you called his attention and he hummed in response. “Don’t ever shout at me like that again, I can deck you and you know it” you said.

“Got it, boss. Sorry for being a jerk”

June 2020

You usually went on diets and exercised a lot but you were losing weight at an extreme rate and you weren’t even on a diet. Niki was worried but you brushed it off telling him it was stress from school but it got worse. You found it difficult for you to balance yourself, you felt nauseated, getting even more frequent headaches and being tired all the time so Niki decided that enough was enough and took you to the hospital. Neither of you had expected the result of the scans that were run.

“I’m sorry but there is a tumour in your brain,” the doctor said. The air left your lungs. “You can choose to get the surgery and live in the hospital for 8 months or live with the tumour for 3 months” he continued. You thanked him and left the hospital. The elephant in the room was very much alive and neither one of you wanted to address it. Did you want to stay in the hospital for the rest of your life or did you want to say with your loved ones? You thought that they would go through and that won’t be worth it.

“Niki” you called out.

He looked at you with a sad smile and just pulled you in for a hug, careful not to hurt you. “Do you want to tell your parents?” You nodded. You couldn’t just leave without saying anything. Picking your jacket, Niki drove you to your parents house.

“I just wanted you guys to know, I couldn’t just leave without saying anything,” you said with your eyes cast downwards. You couldn’t bear to look at your mom who was already crying or your dad who was blaming himself even when it wasn’t his fault or your sister who was basically your best friend. Niki had given you guys privacy but you knew it was just an excuse for him to be with his own feelings.

“I’m going to stay close to home in the meantime so I can be closer to you guys,” you said. Your eyes were already becoming glossy with tears. You inched towards your mom, taking her hand in yours and said, “You did an amazing job of being my mom and I love you so much”. Moving to your dad, you said “You did a good job of protecting me so don’t think otherwise. Let’s make all the memories we want to now without any regrets”. At that, your sister burst into tears “I… I can’t bear to lose you” Your heart clenched. “I can’t bear to lose you too” She continued crying. Your mom wiped her eyes and said, “From today, live the way you want to. Eat what you want and do what you want.” From the corner of my eye, I saw Niki staring watching the whole scene. After an hour, I stood up and went home with Niki. The car ride was a long and awkward one. When we got home, we just slept hugging each other.

Starting tomorrow I was going to live.

July 2020

The pain is getting worse but the smiles on my family and friends faces are enough to keep me going. I wrote letters and got gifts for them. Niki looks at the calendar every day, I can’t tell him to stop because I can tell he’s hurting so much. Why can’t I just be okay for everyone?

August 2020

The time comes faster, Niki and I went on a getaway for a few days. He deserved a break from everything that has been going on.

September 2020

I never thought I'd die as silly as that sounds. I asked my parents and sister to leave when I got to the hospital. Niki refused to leave and stayed there till I took in my last breath. He kept crying begging me not to go and how he’d do anything.

“Does it hurt a lot?” he asked between sniffles

“No it doesn’t, it just feels like a needle” it hurt like a truck.

“Liar”

I chuckled and held his hand till I couldn’t anymore. “I love you’’ I say as the lights fade.

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Dear Nishimura Riki,

When you see this, it means I’m already gone. First of all, don’t beat yourself up too much. I could write for ages about how much I love you but now that I need to, my mind goes blank. You’ve done so well for putting up with me, hats off to you. You might not want to but move on, even though id like you to remember me; let your heart heal and be happy.

Take care of yourself and don’t skip any meals. Eat well and be happy, make sure you visit the places we never got to visit and enjoy yourself. Live life the way you want it every day. Be nice to people and smile more.

Thank you for all the happy memories, my love, I’ll be forever grateful for you. You made my life colourful and worth living.

Love isn’t beautiful but with you it was.

Yours truly,

Y/N.

#enhypen #enhypen angst #enhypen x reader #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #character death #enhypen fluff

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realcube · 3 years

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comfort with the haikyuu!! boys hcs 💝

characters: kenma, bokuto, ushijima, tsukishima, akaashi

thanks to anon for the request (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

ALL AGED UP! (no mature themes though) (i just like the post-timeskip domestic dynamics)

tw// hurt! reader, swearing, mentions of death, fluff, angst if you squint

Kenma Kuzome

bb has cat senses so he can tell when you’re sad

he can also tell bc you do the exact same thing he does when he’s sad, which is cuddle underneath blankets in bed, play animal crossing and blare lo-fi music to conceal your faint sobs

so when he walks into your shared room and notices you wrapped up in blankets on the bed, he does his best to suppress a snicker whicH HE FEELS SO BAD FOR HAVING IN THE FIRST PLACE

like he knows you’re sad but a part of his mind is just like ‘heh, (y/n) burrito.’ like you just look sO FKN CUTE!!

anyway, the first thing he always does when you’re down is approach you on the bed, sneak under the blankets and join to you to become a (y/n) & kenma burrito

also, he might turn the speaker off depending on how loud the music is lol but if it’s at an okay volume then he’ll just leave it on and vibe with you for a bit as he desperately wracks his brain, trying to come up with something reassuring to say

you usually comes up with the something basic like, ‘what’s wrong?’ but i mean, you don’t really mind - at least he’s making an effort and you know it must be difficult for him to think of things to say lol

depending on how sad you are, you might just tell him straight-up what happened or you might text him bc you don’t think you’ll be able to choke out an answer without bursting into tears again

then he’ll ask you if you want to be alone and act accordingly

assuming that you say ‘no’ bc you want his presence, he’ll just recollect on the last time you comforted him while he was down and mimic it tbh

..you always comfort him so well 🥺 and whenever you console him, he always feels so much better so he just thought that maybe if he imitates you, then it’ll work just as well

so he started off by resting his head on your shoulder and whispering kind things in your ear just like you did to him, ‘you know i love you, right?’ , ‘i hope you feel better soon’, ‘do you want me to bring you some food?’

he’ll seriously do everything in his power to make sure that you’re as comfortable as possible

and he’ll stay as a (y/n) & kenma burrito until you feel better or until the sun rises ( *^-^)ρ(*╯^╰)

Kōtarō Bokuto

i’ve said this before and i’ll say it again - he’s such an empath and so overdramatic

so when he comes home from work and you don’t run up to the door to give him hugs & kisses- he’s about to burst into tears himself

so he sulks up to your room now IMAGINE HOW SHOCKED HE IS WHEN HE WALKS IN TO SEE YOU CRYING UNDER THE BLANKETS

emo-mode engaged :(

his hair deflates as he pounces on you and wails, ‘(Y/N)! WHY ARE YOU CRYING?! ARE YOU OKAY?! WHO HURT YOU?!’ (ಥ _ ಥ)

and the bitch dives on you while you are under the blanket, essentially scaring and suffocating you

‘bokuto, get off me!’ you shrieked, wriggling out of his grip and out from under the blanket

when he notices you had escaped the blanket with tear-stained cheeks, he felt even worse

he threw himself into your arms, howling, ‘(Y/N)!! I AM SO SORRY!’

at this point all the blood had rushed to your head and you had kinda forgotten that you were sad for a moment or two

‘bo! you should know you’re own strength by now.’ you muttered, rubbing the underneaths off your puffy eyes

‘I KNOW!’ he wailed once more, burying his face into the crook of your neck

you sighed while rubbing his back, unable to supress a slight giggle, ‘bokuto..’

there was ages of silence between the two of you before he pulled away to look you in the eyes and asked, ‘(y/n), why were you crying before i got here?’

you’d explain the issue to him and he’d do everything in his power to solve it because the way he sees it, why should he try console you when he can just fix the variable that’s making you sad in the first place?

like, if you were just fired from your job, he’ll go full karen and he will call corporate to demand for your job back if you don’t stop him

or if your loved one died, he’ll become a fkn medium or study resurrection

or if you’re just stressed from exams/tests, he’ll just be like ‘why do you need to go to uni anyway?’

‘so i can get a qualification.’

‘why do you need that?’

‘so i can apply for a job.’

‘why do you need a job?’

‘so i can make money, so i don’t starve.’

‘you can have my money!’

you couldn’t help but chuckle at how much life-experience bokuto had, yet he will still so naïve; honestly, you couldn’t even tell if he was joking or not. ‘what if we break up?-”

“DON’T SAY THAT!” he gasped, instinctively tightening his grip on you

Wakatoshi Ushijima

both you and ushijima’s pride did not allow y’all to cry in front of one another

if you ever had to cry, you’d just run to the bathroom, lock the door, turn on the tap to drown out the sound of your sobs and just let it all out

and if he ever had to cry, he’d just do it in the shower

but like- you both knew when the other one had been crying because of their puffy, damp eyes but you both mutually agreed to not mention it

i mean, up until now y’all had both been able to flourish in the relationship while dealing with emotions on your own so why bother changing?

and if anything, you both felt more comfortable crying to yourselves

that was, until today

you had cracked under the pressure of your job - you were simply sitting at your desk in the study room, doing some work then it all just came crashing down

ushijima had just stepped out of the shower in his towel and was currently wandering around the house in search of you, to inform you that he ran out of shampoo so it would be greatly appreciated if you were to add it to the shopping list

but when he entered the study to see you sitting there by your computer, bawling you eyes out..he froze

like he had to do a whole double-take bc he wasn’t sure if he was seeing this correctly

your face was buried in your hands so you didn’t notice him at first but then you heard him awkwardly clear his throat from the doorway and your neck immediately jerked to look at him

it was quite embarrassing for the both of you, ngl

like he was standing there half-naked, staring into your red eyes in hopes that what he saw was just a hallucination

after what felt like hours of deafening silence, ushijima broke it by muttering under his breath, ‘uh, is everything okay?’

‘everything is fine, toshi.’ you replied, forcing a bright smile onto your face as you went back to typing, ‘did you come down here to tell me somethi--’

‘i can tell that there is something wrong.’ he stated, walking towards you while using one had to hold his towel in place and draping the other over your shoulders to pull you into his chest. ‘do you want to tell me?’

you let out a long sigh, resting your cheek against his chest while still staring at the many tabs you had open on your desktop

but ushijima quickly fixed that by taking your chin in-between his thumb and index finger, then turning your face to look up at him,

‘work?’ he hummed his assumption

‘yeah.’ you mumbled, quite surprised at how understanding he was being

but then again, ushijima obviously knows what it feels like to be overworked and burnt out too, so he was able to provide a lot of empathy in that sense

Kei Tsukishima

ok a bit of tsukki slander but i feel like tsukishima would make it worse WEILUBRGBE

wait no well, he doesn’t make it worse but he doesn’t make it better either

like he’ll walk into the living room and see you curled up under a blanket on the couch, lightly sobbing from underneath- and he honestly doesn’t know how to act

this is the first time he’s seen you cry bc usually y’all keep your emotions to yourselves - you’re both v independent like that （￣︶￣)

anyway, mans thinks he can just tease the sadness out of you 🙄

‘awh, is my little couch goblin feeling sad?’ he said shakily, clearly intimidated by your figure lying on the couch, and you could tell he was nervous per his use of the nickname ‘couch goblin’

‘‘TSUKISHIMA, FUCK OFF!’ you barked, hastily wiping away your tears and clinging to blanket to prevent him from pulling it away, as the last thing you wanted him to see was your weary figure just so he could tease you about it

‘bitch, i live here.’ he hissed, rubbing the back of his neck - feeling rather conflicted

on one hand, you seemed serious when you asked him to leave; plus, the last thing he wanted to do was make you feel uncomfortable by staying when you’re already sad

but on the other hand, he genuinely wanted to help

he’d feel bad if he were to just leave his s/o in tears when he could’ve done something to make you feel better

‘do you really want me to go?’ he asked and for a change, not a hint of mockery or sarcasm was found in his voice

there were several moments of silence until you mumbled from under your blanket, ‘no.’ then proceeded to lift up your arm to allow him to crawl under the blanket and join you

he did so, pulling you against his chest so you could sob lightly against his cotton shirt while being engulfed by warm darkness

‘what could’ve possibly went wrong to make the evilest blanket demon cry?’

‘evilest blanket demon’ - that was definitely a new one, and you’d be lying if you said a small snicker didn’t escape your mouth at how monotonously he was able to deliver such a unique nickname

and after years of being in a relationship with tsukki, you’ve learned to find comfort in these nicknames considering they were a big part of how he expressed love

in his vocabulary, ‘you’re so annoying.’ is equal to ‘i love you’

so him calling you an ‘evil blanket demon’ was, in his eyes, the highest and most sincere form of flattery

you eventually tell him what happened that made you sad and he just listens

feel free to ramble on about anything/everything that’s worried you for the last few months bc he’s all ears

he figured that other than make you dinner and hug you, that was the best thing he could do to help bc he was far from a romantic who’s good with words

if he tries to console you verbally it would probably come out like ‘uh, don’t cry - i understand what you’re going through, i think, but like- cry if you want. this must be tough for you, to be honest.’

so he just listens to what you have to say and occasionally inputs a lil’ ‘mhm’ or ‘yeah’

he’s probably the most patient with you so you could stay sad on the couch for the next few weeks, as long as you’re eating the meals he delivers to you and you’re staying healthy, he’ll just let you mope until you feel better tbh

Keiji Akaashi

boyfie material right here

i’m hardly an akaashi simp but he’s probably the best at comforting you while you’re sad tbh

because he’s literally been dealing with bokuto and his emo-mode for god-knows how long so he’s very good with reassuring people😌

also, i just know that this man can detect emotions so well- evEN THROUGH TEXT ISTG

he’d text you the usual ‘goodnight ❤’

and you’ll quickly wipe away your tears that were blurring your vision to reply ‘goodnight 💕’

then he’ll deadass text back like ‘i’m coming over. what’s wrong?’

HE JUST KNOWS!! don’t question it bc he doesn’t even have a logical answer lol

anyway, he’ll arrive and immediately begin with the reassurance before you even tell him what’s wrong

‘you’re coping so well, (y/n).’

‘i’m so proud and i love you so much.’

‘is there anything i can do to make you feel better?’

‘would you like a hug?’

‘you’re beautiful, (y/n). i hope you know that.’

‘do you want me to get you ice-cream?’

a king- 👑

also, you weren’t embarrassed to cry in front of him either bc you had seen him cry before

plus, y’all both established at the very beginning of the relationship that you’d both try be as honest and open with your emotions as possible

so now, you were both sitting beside each other on your bed while sharing a banana split that akaashi made (you put the sprinkles on though so you basically gave it flavour ✨)

akaashi is definitely the therapist friend to so he gives great advice

but if you don’t want his advice and you’d prefer him to just listen, then he can do that too

honestly, he’d do basically anything to make you feel better 🥺

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glassartpeasants · 4 years

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Milk

Overhaul x F!Reader

Warnings: Non-con/dubcon (overhaul), overstimulation, light bondage, dom reader, reader milking overhaul, Overhauls in taurus, handjobs, slight blowjobs

A/N: I have no regrets in making this. This is the peak of my existence. I would like to thank god and my love for frosted sugar cookies from walmart.

@zuffer-weird-girl @hello-lucky-luka i shall warn you both that this is extremely smutty and I have absoultely no regrets in making this. This was way longer then I expected it to be soo....

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“Who the hell are you? Another guard to tease me?” Overhaul said with venom as you walked into his room. His eyes sent glares your way but also with confusion. Its usually only males that come in here. Disgusting ones at that. Quirk filled and sick.

“Oh no, they just hired me. Now I’m gonna need you to cooperate with me, its either that or the hard way, and im sure you dont want that right?” You smirk as you bring in your supplies. Ropes, a gag, a blind fold and a chair.

“What the hell? What are you doing. Leave me alone at once. Do you know who I am?” He spat. He felt his anger rise as he saw you place your little ‘equipment’ near his bed. He tried to scoot back away from you only for you to grab his foot and jerk him near you.

“I’m gonna give you another chance, you either sit in that chair willingly and let me tie you up, or, I pour dirt on you. Your choice.” You glared at him right back. You were trying to be nice, give him at least a chance but you saw why they told you they would pay good money to do this.

Your job is difficult to describe but what made them hire you was that your quirkless. It was the least they could do for him. Have a quirkless girl mess with him until he was a shivering and whiny mess.

Funny thing is, after your appointment with this gem you also have to go to a few different places. You’ll talk about that later. But for the time being, you had to figure out a way to get this man on the chair.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh I would. Be at least grateful that im quirkless. They could have sent someone with quirks.” You say hoping it was enough to get him to shut up.

“...fine.”

“Pefect!” You smile as he turned around and got up off the bed. You dragged him by his shirt and plopped him on the chair. His face never changing his glare. You roll your eyes as you quickly tie him up, making sure that no matter how hard he tried he wouldn’t be able to move a inch. He tried struggling but that only made you tighten the ropes.

“What the fuck is this for?” He snarled at you. Hate oozing from his pores. How dare you touch him with your hands? Do you have any idea how many bacteria you hand could have?!

His skin started to break out in hives. You saw from the corner of your eye. as you rolled your eyes. Jeez you knew he was a germophobe but holy shit man.

“Calm your tits Chisaki, i took to showers and washed my hand 3 times. I think your can manage.” You snap at him. Once your finished with tying him to the chair you grab you blindfold and pin it around his eyes. You snicker when you here him mumble curse words at you.

“I demand you take this off at once!” He said jerking his head trying to get it to fly off. His fingers were curled into a fist out of anger as he felt helpless. He couldn’t see where you are or what you were doing.

“Nah.” You giggle in his left ear before taking it between your teeth and giving it a nice tug. Your hands go up his back and over his shoulders and down his chest as you kept on tugging and nibbling on Chisaki’s ear.

Your fingers tapping on his chest as you moved your hands near the end of his shirt. You made extra sure your hands where cold so that you could see him shiver. You lift his shirt up before pushing your hands up, letting your cold fingers touch his nipples making him let out a gasp.

“Aw does pretty boy like that?” You laugh in his ear as you move your fingers to grab his nipples. Pinching and twisting him while you kiss his neck, giving it a few kisses and some harsh sucks.

“You better stop this instant!” He yelled at you before letting out a yelp once he felt you sink you teeth into his neck. He could feel you using your tongue licking away the blood that had surface. Your fingers finally left his nipples alone after tweaking them raw.

You moved your body so you were on your knees in front of his crouch. You were so lost in your thought on what to do next that you almost didn’t notice the way Chisaki was panting. Your lips curved into a smirk before running your hand up his thigh watching him tense up.

“What the hell are you doing?!” He screeched at you. You only ignored his ranting as you move your hand to be above his crotch slightly pushing down on his dick. He jumped at the pressure before struggling trying to get out of his cage.

You smirked wickedly before you started rubbing him in a fast pace. You held the outline of his dick and moved your hand up and down, giving it a few good squeezes here and there.

You finally grab the zipper of his pants and pull it down letting you get a good sight of his boxers and his semi hard cock. You move your face closer to it before putting your lips on the fabric that covered his dick and let out a few puffs of hot air. Which in return gave you the feeling of his cock twitch and throb. You couldn’t tell if he was trying to buck his hips up or not, nor did you care. It was therapeutic to see what use to be a powerful man, now reduced to nothing but getting teased and now getting his cock milked dry until hes a crying overstimulated mess.

Your fingers tug at the waist band of his boxers before sliding it down so Chisaki’s dick had popped out. The cold air hitting his dick making him shiver. He moved his head to try and look down at you but the blindfold made it impossible.

You grab his cock and took a good look at it. Tbh you figured it would be small cause you know the saying, big egos tiny dicks, well Chisaki didn’t fit that description. He had to be at least 7-8 inches. Damn and to think you were gonna tease him.

“Wow, never thought you of all people would have such a big package. And all for me? Your too kind.” You laugh at him as you saw his face go beet red. Your soft hands slowly grabbed his cock, your nails skimming the underside before bringing his cock head to your mouth.

You let out a few beginning licks before taking his whole cock head in your mouth, making him let out a squeak. You started sucking harshly and running your tongue over his slit while both your hands were working on jacking the rest of his cock off, and the other massaging his balls. You looked up at him and you felt a sense of pride was over you as you saw Chisaki huffing and moving his head back. Noticing his toes where curling and his knuckles turning white.

“You-you better s-stop, I-ahhh- You don’t know h-how many germs a-are in peoples mouths?” He was stuttering over his words as your harsh sucking was taking every rational thought out of his mind. It felt so good-no! He can’t just give up so easily! He needs to -FUCK!

While Chisaki was having his internal conversation, You finally enveloped his entire cock in your mouth, making him let out a loud groan. You moved your head fast while sucking him like your life depended on it. Your tongue wrapping around his cock while it disappears and reappears inside your mouth. Your fingers are massaging his balls causing him to twitch inside your mouth. He cries out in pleasure. This feeling is all foreign to him. He’s never had any sexual intimacy due to always on the job and seeing any sexual acts as disgusting.

You pull his dick out of your mouth making it let out a pop sound. If you weren’t listening closely to the sounds he was making you would have missed the little whimper that erupted from his throat.

You move your hand slowly at first, making your saliva and his precum as makeshift lube. his cock twitched in your hands, begging to have some more friction, which you gave you quickly gave.

You hand started pumping his cock furiously while laying your head on his thigh. You smirked as you watch the once feared Yakuza boss crumble under the feeling of your hand pumping his cock.

Chisaki flipped his head back and let out moans of ecstasy, His entire being shaking by the feeling of you pumping his cock so fast. He could feel the line in his belly about to snap as his eyes rolled in the back of his head. Oh god he couldn’t get this feeling out of his head. It only worsened when he felt your lips sucking on his sensitive balls.

He couldn’t handle this intense pleasure anymore before the line in his belly snapped and his cock spurted out ropes of cum everywhere. He let out a whine while he was coming down from his high.

His whines and pants were music to your ears as you stopped your hand movements and licked his cum off his hand. Considering he ate healthy his cum was not sweet but not salty either so you could thank him for that. Its thick consistency made you struggle to swallow all of it but you managed.

“Now since we finished that, on to the man show!” Chisaki’s eyes widen before he heard a low humming noise. Right as he was about to say something a vibration was sent along his shaft before reaching the base. He let out a little moan before the blinding light of his prison cell was stinging his eyes.

“Aw look at you. All red face and panting, all because of little old me?” You giggle before you begun to take off your clothes. Your shirt and pants where the first thing to go before you grabbed Chisaki’s face and made him watch your take off your bra and panties, leaving you naked.

You walked towards him and moved your legs to where you were hovering over his cock as you straddled him. You moved your hips to where you were slightly stroking him but not giving him the friction he and you wanted. Chisaki’s mind was to occupied by the vibrating cock ring and your pussy to notice that he was in fact drooling. He was so sensitive since it was all new to him that when you actually put his cock inside you he came again.

“Aw so sensitive aren’t we?” You slowly begin to move up and down while grabbing your gag and placing it in Chisaki’s mouth making more drool appear. You roll your hips and bit your lip as the cock ring you put on Chisaki was also sending vibration to your clit making your shiver and moan to.

You started to move up and down quickly as you put your hands on his shoulder and dig your nails into it. Your mouth goes down to his neck and you started whispering dirty things into his ear.

“Look at you, who knew one of Japans s-ranked criminals would be losing their mind to pleasure by a quirkless girl.” You whisper in his ear while the only answer you got was a low groan along with a sight of a few tears streaking down Chisaki’s face.

“Its such a shame that such a pretty face like yours has to be hidden from the public eye. So strong and muscular Chisaki..or should I say Overhaul?” You smirk when you felt his cock twitch while you said it.

“Oh you like me calling you Overhaul? Why does it still give you a sense of power? Oh sweetie in here, I’m the one who has the power.” You laugh at him before speeding up your hips as you watched him throw his head back farther and more drool escaping his mouth. You laugh as you take out the gag and throw it to an unknown corner of the room. You grab his face before grabbing his bottom lip between your teeth, giving it a good tug.

Fuck it Chisaki couldn’t care anymore. You were so warm and tight. It felt like you were squeezing the cum out of him. Once you started tugging on his bottom lip he couldn’t help but kiss back. Your lips were so soft. So kissable.

He was so close please just let him cum. He didn’t know how much longer he could last in your tight walls. His eyes were fluttering close as it was all to much for him to handle.

“I-I have to cum...please I can’t t-take it anymore.” When did he resort to begging? The Yakuza boss would never beg!

“Well since you’ve been such a good boy I think you deserve it just this once.” You giggle before speeding up as you bounced up and down his cock. His cock was hitting all the right spaces and the vibrating cock ring kept hitting your clit giving you sparks of pleasure.

Chisaki’s eyes blew wide before he let out a scream of complete euphoria. Tears streamed down his face as ropes of his cum painted your insides white. You gripped his shoulders in an iron grip while your cunt clamped down on his cock and came all over his cock. You both were taking a breather before you decided to move your hips again making Chisaki whimper. He was even more sensitive then before. He couldn’t handle another round!

“I-I can’t do another round. My cock is so sensitive please you’ve won! you won!” Chisaki cried out as you bounced on his cock even faster than before. You leaned your head into his neck, giving it little kisses and praising him for being so cooperative.

“Oh my sweet Overhaul, this game is no where near over.” You laughed in his ear while bouncing on his overstimulated dick. His eyes were puffy and red from tears and drool dripped down his chin.

He hid his face inside your shoulder so you wouldn’t see how badly you were affecting him. His moans were muffled by your shoulder and your shoulder became wet with his tears and drool.

“Now tell me Overhaul, who does this cock belong to hmm? Who does this body belong to? Say the right answer and I’ll stop.” You laugh at him. It gave you some sort of twisted arousal to see this once powerful man tell you that he belongs to you. You enjoyed watching over him and seeing how far you could push him to the limit. You could tell he was trying to speak but he was still holding onto once sense of pride.

“Well if your not going to answer i have no where to be until 5pm and considering its only 11am, I say I have all the time in the world to hear you say you belong to me. And only me.” And you swore the look in his golden eyes was gonna be something you would never forget.

#overhaul x reader #overhaul #mha #bnha #kai chisaki x reader #chisaki overhaul #mha overhaul #kai #shie hassaikai #kai chisaki #chisaki x reader #chisaki kai #overhaul smut #kai chisaki smut #mha smut #bnha smut

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goldentsum · 4 years

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Hey Hey, I really really liked the fuckgirl HC, could you maybe do one for Oikawa too and maybe like continue Bokuto's one? It was so so so good but Baby Owl all sad is making me go :'(

━ with a fuckgirl - oikawa and kageyama ver

CHARACTERS: oikawa tooru and kageyama tobio

GENRE: smut, angst, fluff

AUTHOR’S NOTE: hello bbies~ thank you for reading my trashy fics <3 hehe

captains ver.: part 1 | part 2

━ oikawa ♡

oh, oikawa is definitely down for some fubu arrangement because after all the things he been through with girlfriends and their problem with his love for volleyball, commitment started getting irritating for him.

this type of arrangement is oikawa’s style ngl, there’s no commitment to worry about so he will always have time for volleyball aND he can let out some frustration, it’s a win-win situation for him

he was actually the one who talked to you about it, finding you a bit interesting and really hot so he was like why the fuck not

you agreed when he brought it up, wanting to let out some frustration too cus it’s been a while since you got a new fubu

usually, he invites you in his dorm for a steamy and kinky fuck, too lazy to go to your place. so he just lets you in his dorm.

this boi doesn’t wait and will take action if he feels even a little horny. the moment you step in his dorm, his hands are all over your body but you weren’t really complaining.

rough hands inside your shirt, touching your soft skin, and reaching up for your breast to cup a feel. lips pressed against yours in a frenzy way, tongue inside your mouth. hip firmly pressed against yours, grinding so awfully slowly that it makes you feel so needy

after, oikawa would ask if you need anything, still a good boi and shows at least a little sympathy after some rough fucking but won’t really do aftercare all that much, believing that detailed aftercare is something you should do with your lover. his ego won’t let him live if he does it with you

he will offer you a glass of water though, also pick up your clothes and help you to the bathroom if you need any assistance.

there’s was this one time though... he got really soft with you, getting into some soft pillow talk after sex, and for the first time, it actually felt that you were with someone because usually it was just fuck and go but this time, you two were talking about weird random stuff, oikawa didn’t even care that the topic is whether you two were in a simulation game, and sharing your thoughts with each other

it got a bit awkward after that, soft feelings started to blossom for oikawa and he freaked the fuck out! this was not supposed to happen, nope! but here he is, staring at you across the cafeteria on his campus as you talk with your friends.

he doesn’t know what he’s doing and at this point, he was in too deep to back out, HE EVEN LET YOU MEET IWA!

ngl, when you first met iwa, you were like, “hot damn”, and tried to ask oikawa about him a week after. flat king got mad real fast! He was getting real petty with you after you asked about iwa and he reasoned that it was messy if you fuck one of his friends too

tooru was sulking all week after that, he was moping around with a small pout. he tried to get you off his mind and texted iwaizumi to hang out. To his surprise, he learned something new!

you and iwaizumi was texting and the latter even got to go to your dorm, though it was just a coincidence when you two got stuck in the rain and just went for shelter nothing even happened, bUT to oikawa it wasn’t like that

he talked to iwaizumi, telling whining him that he shouldn’t go to you cus he was wITH YOU! and at that moment, oikawa realized that his feelings for you were deeper than he first realized. iwaizumi was scoffing a bit and told him that it wasn’t even like what oikawa was thinking and that he knows about oikawa’s feelings for you.

oikawa was determined now, he will let you know about his feelings. he didn’t care if you don’t like him, he just wants you to know that his feelings are true and he will court the heck out of you! and that he will wait for you.

━ kageyama ♡

kageyama is baby, how did you make this awkward boy agree to a fubu arrangement? magic, i tell you.

the first time you brought it up to kageyama, this boy stopped working and just shut down. his face was super red and eyes wide open in shock, his body stiff. you thought you killed him and you were expecting to be rejected

to your surprise though, the baby blueberry agreed. he likes you and just blurted out yes without thinking, he also probably thought that you were confessing for a relationship.

when you first started to touch kageyama, he just froze and sat there with a massive blush that you have to stop and ask him if this arrangement was really okay with him.

he got pouty and asked why you stopped. he’s a precious awkward bean that’s touch starved.

you have to take the reigns with this one because he’s inexperienced and doesn’t really know what to do. tbh, you love taking care of this tol bub~

kageyama is not necessarily a sub, he’s just inexperienced. so you have to take it slow at first and guide him through it.

you sat him on the couch, kissing him deeply making him moan into the kiss. his hands awkwardly resting on your hips, gripping it when you started to grind down on him.

kageyama would unconsciously start to copy the movements of your hips, chasing the pleasure you give him.

his moans are so lovely, it was deep and so full of raw emotion that it was enough to make you soak through your panties. you could feel his thick cock poking you through his shorts while you bite his lip earning you a gloriously loud moan.

you leaned away from him and broke the kiss, kageyama whined a bit at the lost of contact. you smirked down at him and started going down, slotting yourself between his toned thighs

kageyama blushed at the sight of you between his thighs, looking up at him while you hand rub him through his shorts

“want me to suck your dick, tobio?”

kageyama.exe has stopped working. error. please restart.

rip kags, you killed him. he came and he went, he will be missed.

but fr though, kageyama likes you so much even before you brought up the fubu arrangement and that’s also the reason why he agreed. he was willing to go out of his comfort zone just to be with you. D:

you noticed this and that’s why you told him if he wants to be fuck buddies with you. You exploited his feelings for you at first but every time you two finish being fucking rabbits, he was just so cute that it was making you feel guilty.

kageyama was always thinking about you and if that you were okay with what he’s doing. with shining eyes and a smile, he gets all soft when you compliment him that it was affecting you.

you were maybe falling in love with this dork. yes, he could be an idiot and moody. he can be so painfully awkward but you don’t want him any other way. he’s an idiot but you want him to be your idiot. D:

when you finally come to terms with your feelings, you started to see him in such a different light.

you stared at kageyama, who was “sleeping” beside you, you tried to suppress it but you just can’t. you swallowed your pride and whispered your feelings, thinking he was fast asleep because it was already 4 am.

he scared the hell out of you with how fast he opened his eyes and just stared at you with wide shining eyes and a growing smile

“r-really? you like me too?”

“no cus you’re supposed to be sleeping right now! you have a test later at 9 am, idiot...”

“i like you so much, (Y/n)... that I’ll gladly lose sleep for you.”

please love and support him. also, be patient with this awkward blueberry. he’s a baby and he would do anything for you. he would jump if you told him to, without any hesitation. kageyama only hope that you would always stay with him cause he knows he can be an idiot.

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I Belong With You (You Belong With Me) (Rosnali) - Athena2

Summary: After dating for a few months, Rosé decides to tell Denali she's asexual. Written for the prompt "Pride" from the June prompt list shared here on AQ.

A/N: Halleloo, I’m back! I know it's only been a week, but what a week tbh.

This is just a soft little fic I've been wanting to write. I meant to post it earlier, but it’s here now. I want to say that asexuality is something I've been questioning about myself for a while, and a lot of this fic is my own feelings I've had over the years. Also, everyone is different, and this fic isn't meant to encompass the entire ace spectrum. Finally, I'm not an expert or anything, but I do want to say it's okay to question and/or be unsure of your identity. Thank you so much to Writ for beta-ing this like three times and encouraging me to post it, you’re the best and ily❤️ Happy Pride! I really hope you enjoy, and please leave feedback if you'd like! Title from Ho Hey by The Lumineers.

“Denali, um, I need to tell you something.” Rosé fiddles with the couch cushion, trying to calm her pounding heart.

She and Denali have been together almost four months now, and though they haven’t reached the sex stage yet, Rosé knows it’s coming. Knows there will come a time when Denali, like most people, will want more than kisses and cuddles. Rosé loves kisses and cuddles, she really does. She just doesn’t want anything more, and having to confess that to Denali is making her stomach hurt.

“What is it?” Denali is instantly concerned and focused, giving Rosé her full attention.

Rosé opens and closes her mouth, wiping sweaty hands on her pants. Just say it, just say it. “I...I’m asexual.”

It’s a weight off her chest to have it out in the open. She doesn’t have to spend time worrying about what might happen if Denali wants more, or plan possible excuses she can use. She just has to wait and see how Denali will react, and her silence is making Rosé’s thoughts spiral.

Rosé always knew she was different. In middle school, her friends would dream about how the boys on the football team would look with their shirts off. The fantasies only got bigger in high school, thrown at her by all her friends. She couldn’t understand why people even wanted to talk about things like that, let alone do them, and she felt like her friends were speaking another language, like she was a kid at the grown-up table, listening to their conversations with nothing but confusion and half-hearted hopes that she’d understand when she was older. Then college came, where she got tongue-tied around pretty girls in her English class and figured that explained things, that she was just a late bloomer. But years later, she let her date undress her and lay her on the bed, and when the woman’s clothes hit the floor and her hands grew closer, Rosé felt nothing. No spark or urge people always talked about, no desire to touch the woman or have the woman touch her. Rosé knew she didn’t like her that way.

At all.

Rosé asked her to please stop, and she did, but when Rosé nervously confessed that she didn’t think she liked sex, the woman called her a freak and kicked her out.

Rosé knew she had to be a freak. Sex was a normal, natural thing, and she was a grown woman, so why didn’t she care about it, or want to attempt it ever again, no matter how pretty or kind or funny she thought someone was? Something had to be wrong with her.

She confessed it all on a teary wave of alcohol to her friend Jan one night, who hugged her and said there was nothing wrong with her, not at all, and then tucked her into bed and sent her information and resources when she was sober enough to focus.

Rosé read through website after website, and things fell into place inside her, the same way they had when she realized she liked girls. She didn’t know there was a name for how she felt, or that there were other people like her. Nothing was wrong with her, or with anyone like her, and just knowing it was a relief.

Even still, Rosé kept it to herself. She never had more than a few dates with the same woman, knowing that eventually the time would come when they’d want more, when they’d invite her over with a knowing gleam in their eye, and she would run out of excuses if things continued. It was easier to end things before it got to that point, not take the risk of anyone calling her names or trying to talk her into things she didn’t want. She resigned herself to a few dates and moving on, never getting too close even though she wanted to. She wanted love, wanted it so badly. She wanted someone to hug and hold and share her hopes and worries with. She wanted someone to come home to, someone who would be a home in human form. But everyone seemed to think of sex as the ultimate act of love, as the defining part of a relationship. Would she ever find someone who would love her without it?

And then Denali came along.

If anyone could love her no matter what, Rosé thinks it’s Denali. Rosé absolutely loves her, loves her so much she broke her own dating rule because she just couldn’t stop seeing Denali. She loves Denali’s looks, sure, loves her big soft eyes and her smile and her dimples. But she loves how Denali is seriously doing work one second and goofily dancing around the next. How Denali is kind to everyone she meets. And Denali clearly loves her too, showing up to their dates with little gifts because she saw it in the store and thought of Rosé, or listening to Rosé ramble on about musicals she loves. She makes Rosé happier than anyone she’s ever dated, and she wants to tell her.

Denali still hasn’t said anything. Maybe she’s confused--hell, Rosé was confused at first too. Or maybe she’s seen the nasty things on the internet Rosé has learned to avoid, about how she’s broken or just hasn’t had good sex yet. Maybe Rosé should explain more, and the words fly out of her mouth.

“I still want to be with you, and I really love you. You’re beautiful, and kind, and funny, and you just get me. I love kissing you and hugging you and cuddling with you. I love being with you. You make me so happy. Just, sexually, I don’t--I don’t feel the same way. I don’t want to have sex, I’m trying to say. And it’s not because of you, it’s just me. I know that might be a dealbreaker for some people, and I don’t want to make you miss out on that, so if you want to break up, I understand—“

“Shh, hold on and breathe, Rosie,” Denali cuts her off gently, taking Rosé’s hands in hers. Rosé doubts Denali would do this if she wanted to leave, and she lets herself hope. “I just needed a sec to process things. First off, I’m really proud of you for telling me. I know that must have been hard. Second, I don’t want to break up with you, baby. I love you so much.”

“You still want to stay with me?” Rosé asks, in awe of the loving look in Denali’s eyes.

“Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I?” Denali asks seriously.

Rosé shrugs, unable to meet Denali’s gaze. “I mean, I don’t think it now, because I know it’s not true, but sometimes I thought...I thought something was wrong with me. That no one would want to be with me when they found out I couldn’t give them sex.”

“Sweetheart,” Denali says softly, her eyes sad. She squeezes Rosé’s hands, rubbing over her knuckles in soothing motions. “I’m so sorry anyone made you feel like there’s something wrong with you, because there’s not. You’re such a wonderful person, inside and out, and that’s why I love you. I know you don’t want me to miss out, but I’m not missing out on anything, because I have you. I’m fine without sex. But I could never be fine without you. I love you, all of you, and I don’t need sex to do it.”

Rosé pulls Denali to her, crushing her in a hug. All the doubts she had--about someone not loving her without sex, about not being enough on her own--melt away in the hug. She never needed to have those fears. She’s worthy and capable of love just as she is, and Denali is going to give her that love. “I love you too,” she breathes. “I love you so much, Denali.”

Denali squeezes her back, but her face quickly turns serious as she pulls away. “I know you said you’re okay with kissing and stuff, but if I ever say or do anything that makes you uncomfortable, please tell me, okay, Rosie? Or if kissing or anything starts to get uncomfortable too. I never want you to feel uncomfortable around me.”

“I will. I promise I’ll tell you if there’s anything I’m not okay with.”

“Good.”

Rosé sighs, the air light with relief and joy, of knowing that Denali still loves her no matter what. That she doesn’t have to hide who she is, or treat it like some dirty secret. That she’s more than enough just as she is. That she can be asexual and be proud, not ashamed.

“Wanna watch Great British Bake-Off?” Denali asks.

“And cuddle?” Rosé asks hopefully.

“All the cuddles you want, baby.”

#rpdr fanfiction #s13 #denali foxx #rosé #rosnali #fluff #hurt/comfort #asexual character #athena2 #tw coming out #tw mentioned aphobia #concrit welcome #submission

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Up Your Game (Haechan x M!Reader)

Pairing: Lee Donghyuck/Haechan x Male!Reader (NOT trans-friendly) Rating: Explicit Words: 1063 Summary: You are playing Dragon Age: Inquisition and Haechan is in your lap riding you. There is little more to it. Note: Tbh I’d rather not write for Haechan again. He looks too much like my friend it is unomfortable. Tags: video games, riding, daddy kink, anal sex, sex on the couch and protected sex (AS IT SHOULD BE)

Hot breath hit your covered shoulder as you defeated the demons on your screen. “Come on, keep moving baby boy,” you encouraged your boyfriend, finishing the encounter in your video game. Your back was firmly pressed against the back of the couch by Haechan leaning a little sideways on your shoulder, his hands on the furniture while he slowly rode your cock. It had been about ten minutes since he had sunken down your length, while you paid him no mind. He had stretched well, his hole giving no resistance. “If you can make me lose the next encounter, I’ll bend you over this couch.”

That definitely got your boyfriend’s attention. He didn’t question it, knowing you would do that, but also knowing he would have to up his game if he were to make you lose yours. You took your sweet time getting to the next place in the game where you would have to fight demons and close the hole they came through. In the meantime you gathered herbs and hunted animals for crafting materials. Haechan had stopped moving, kissing your neck instead and leaving small love bites. You tilted your head, giving him the space to do as he pleased.

“Here comes, pretty boy,” you warned him as you dived head first into battle, shocking nearby demons with a chain of lightning. You let out a grunt as Haechan started to ride you in earnest, but you liked a challenge. He breathed against your neck, ass dragging over your cock. You really wanted to pull him into a heated kiss or grab him by the hips and drive your cock into him. Instead, your grip tightened on the controller. You almost lost to the first round of demons, but made it through. “Good boy, but you gotta do better than that,” you whispered in his ear as you drank a health potion and waited for the second round of demons to spawn.

Two pride demons and two despair demons spawned, along with a couple of wraith demons. You bit the inside of your cheek, knowing this would’ve been a tough round to begin with, but with Haechan’s tight ass on your cock, it seemed to be near impossible. You sheathed a demon in ice, immobilising it for the time being so you could focus on the others. “Shit”, you cursed as your boyfriend went back to riding you. The smart bastard seemed to have held back the first round, probably knowing it was easier than the second one.

Haechan had barely started when you felt his lips against your ear. “It feels so good, daddy.” You groaned, thinking that pulling the daddy card was foul play. Then again, you never said he couldn’t use his voice. “Your cock is so big, but I can take it. I prepped myself all for you, daddy.” He moaned in your ear, knowing your arousal spiked with sound rather than any visual. He clenched his ass, tightening the grip on your cock. You could not dish out health and revival potions to your party members fast enough and soon your mage was the only one left on the field thanks to their barrier. You ran to one of the front liners to revive them, but you made some unnecessary turns, your fingers slipping off the controls.

“I want your cum, daddy,” Haechan moaned over the sound of you getting your ass kicked, making you moan with the sound and delicious drag over your cock. The pride demon shot lighting your way and you didn’t have the reaction time to dodge. The screen turned red, the word ‘lost’ the only thing you read as you put the controller next to you and lift your naughty boy off your lap.

“Turn around,” you demanded, standing up and switching places. You bent your boyfriend over the side of the couch, rubbing your cock over his pink hole. “You won, baby boy, but you didn’t play completely fair if you ask me.”

“You’re just a sore loser.” You smacked his ass, hard enough to sting, but light enough to not actually hurt him. Haechan wiggled his ass in reply, a satisfied grin on his face.

“You’ll be the sore one, baby.” You grabbed the lube off the coffee table and dripped some onto his gaping hole, spreading it with the tip of your cock before pushing inside. You held him by the hips, thrusting deep inside him, but not pulling out very far. You wanted him to feel full and full only.

Haechan whined, praising you for fucking him good and treating him well, knowing that stroking your ego would get him anything. Your placed your hands on his shoulders, fucking him in earnest, the slap of skin on skin echoing through the room. “Yes, pound me, daddy,” he cried out. You did not last much longer, fucking him a little more before pulling out.

You pulled him off the couch and pushing him to his knees in front of you. Haechan waited for you to pull the condom off, before replacing your hand with his own. He bent down to suck your balls into his mouth, his hand stroking your cock just how he learned you liked it. You leaned back, one hand resting on the couch as you groaned, your body pulling tight as you spilled onto his forehead and hair. “That’s a good boy,” you breathed out. You pulled your tee off and used it to wipe most of the cum off him.

Heachan leaned back on the floor, fucking his own hand as he looked you over. You crouched down in front of him, putting your own hand on his cock. He took the hint and let go, thrusting in your hand as well. “May I…?”

You chuckled. “Such a good boy, asking for his orgasm.” You pinched the head of his cock gently, gaining a high whine. “You deserved it, baby. Cum for me.” It took a few strokes, but Haechan soon enough spilled over your hand and his own torso. His body twitched while he thanked you for allowing him to cum. You let go when you realised he had enough, waiting a moment, before reusing your shirt again to clean him up a little. “Now, good boys also deserve a bath,” you smiled at him, kissing the tip of his nose.

#haechan #nct x you #nct u #nct 127 #nct dream #lee donghyuck #kpop #kpop scenario #gay kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop imagine #male reader #x male reader #nct x male reader #haechan x reader #haechan x y/n #haechan x you #haechan x male reader #lemon

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas · 3 years

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I saw that you had a 20 request on the back burner recently, so I didn’t want to disturb you but if you don’t mind, I’m hoping you could maybe write something focused on Link and Mipha testing out kogha’s “Advice”? From what I’ve read, the way YOU write of them has to be my FAVORITE out of ANYONE ELSES!(Tbh I think I’m just asking for some Miphlink smut). Anyways, I wish you luck on those 20+ prompts! Stay strong and thanks for always supporting others(but don’t forget to take care of yourself!)!

You know, I appreciate this one, a lot, because I need something just a BIT different. Like don’t get me wrong, I love my yiga husbands, but as Kohga would say, “Gird up everybody, this is about to get spicy!”

“Remember, open palm. Open palm, and grab, open palm, and grab.”

It was so weird. Mipha was actually sitting here, in her bedroom, waiting for the boy of her dreams to come and claim her. She was excited, suffice to say. But the nerves still got to her. How could she do what Kohga did? Something that CLEARLY worked, given how it unraveled Sooga, but Mipha wasn’t like Kohga. Where he sought after the pleasures of life, she sought out hard work, purity. Could she do something like that for Link? It looked SO simple when he did it. She was laying on her stomach, awaiting Link to come out of her personal bath. Was he just as nervous? Was he wondering how to please her? She was about to turn around and call it off, when she suddenly felt the weight on top of her. Oh. Oh. Link was ON TOP of her. She quickly spun around, only to see the face of a Lynel. She studied the mask, more in shock, before Link pushed aside the mask, a smile on his face. She felt a sigh of relief, lightly chuckling.

“My, what a terribly handsome Lynel I found!”

She pinched his cheek, causing just the most adorable blush on his features. Link was more than a boyfriend, more than the princess’s knight. He was also her best friend. He cared for her feelings, and that was exactly WHY they were doing this. Since he chose not to speak, it meant he had to SHOW his love. He peeled off his mask, tossing it to the side. He took a second to kiss her forehead, before motioning to his clothes. They thought about Link just walking in nude, but Mipha would NOT be ready for that. So Hylian trousers and Champions tunic it was (not to mention he had his hair down, which was just her weakness). Mipha would undress him as she saw fit, and she was so glad they were on the same page. She took a deep breath, and carefully snuck her claws fingers under his shirt, roaming them over his stomach. She was about to peel it over his head, when she suddenly pulled away, hands covering her blushing face.

“I’m s-sorry! I can’t! Could you uhm...could YOU take it off, perhaps?”

Link gave a gentle nod, before getting off of her, and starting to take off his shirt. She sat there, watching as the shirt ruffled his long, golden hair. He tossed the shirt off to the side, but otherwise just stood there. Mipha always did need a minute after seeing him shirtless. He wasn’t super buff, but his arms, and his core, showed well earned muscles, as well as a plentiful amount of scars. Nostalgia filled her mind, and her hand caressed one of the larger ones on his chest.

“I remember when I offered to make these go away. But you refused. It wasn’t a means of pride. You just...didn’t like to forget your own feats. So modest, with the valiance of any knight. I admired that about you. I still do.”

Then she caught his gaze, and realized what she was doing. She was feeling at his chest. Not at his arm or even his back, but his chest. She tried to pull away from her nerves, when Link put his hand over hers, keeping it there. He nodded firmly. This was okay. There was nothing wrong with what she was doing. With a deep breath, she used both of her hands to feel at his chest. Despite the scars, they felt so smooth, so warm against her Zora skin.

“This is...alright, yes?”

Link nodded. He allowed her hand to move from his chest, down his core, down his stomach, before her claws hooked onto his pants. Link was willing, as was she. She pulled off his trousers, showing his blue, firm looking underwear. She had caught him like this once, but not once did she get a good, solid at them. They fit so...snuggly on him, she could see the way they lightly squished his thighs. Oh be still her beating heart. Link took this chance to lean down to kiss her, and as usual, she felt her stomach do flips. Link’s lips were so soft, and they tasted like pumpkin pie (most likely because he ate an ENTIRE pie right before this). He was delicate with her too, holding onto her cheek so tenderly as they kissed. Nothing too aggressive, just simple, honest kissing. If it weren’t for the fact that Link was essentially nude, this would be in a storybook. She parted from the kiss, giggling at the smudged lipstick on his face.

“My, you almost wear that color better than I.”

They both chuckled, but hers was so much more nervous. If she could sweat, she absolutely would be. She wanted Link, honestly and truly, but progressing with him made her so nervous, as if this was a make or break of their relationship. Thankfully, Link was ever her support. He pulled back a bit, kissing at her chin. Then at her neck. Then her chest, right between her breasts (don’t ask why Zora’s had breasts, but they pretty much did), and down her stomach. He carelly parted her legs, and looked up at her, silently asking for permission. Oh. Oh. He was asking to do something that she only dreamt in her steamiest of dreams. She tried not to make a show of it, but she had to fan herself a bit, swooning on the spot.

“I...suppose. If you’re comfortable. Y-you may be my guest.”

Link nodded, before kissing lower and lower still, right till she nearly jumped out of her skin upon feeling his lips at...well. Her own lips, suffice to say. Fun fact about Zora reproduction; you couldn’t see their organs until they were fairly aroused. It was why Link had to take a minute to kiss at the area, before he found himself able to part her pussy lips. He pushed and massaged at the folds with his thumbs, and it was already making him shake. His hands were SO careful, so skilled. She’d seen him use a bow and arrow, and now he was strumming an entirely different string.

“L-link-”

His big, blue eyes looked up at her, right as his mouth enveloped her. She gasped loudly, nearly springing out of bed. Mipha had NEVER put something in herself, so the feeling of a wet, moving tongue inside of her felt so...weird, but in a really good way. She had no idea if he was experienced in this field, but she couldn’t help but fawn over his soft, calculated tongue against her folds. He didn’t spend too much time down there, not wanting the party to end too soon, but he DID part by sucking rather aggressively on her clit, making her cry out.

“Give...give me a moment. Oh my goodness…”

She buried her face in her palm, averting her gaze from him. To put it bluntly, she was incredibly, and totally, aroused. She wanted Link inside of her. She forced herself to look at his clearly concerned (and wet) face, before she motioned for him to scoot back up. He obeyed, and she leaned down, kissing the bulge appearing in his underwear. That was bold, but she didn’t care. All she cared was for that Hylian penis to be nestled inside of her. She pulled down his underwear, and almost passed out. Link wasn’t huge, wasn’t fat, but he was so eager. Pale, with a reddened, eager tip, covered in a bush of pretty, blonde pubic hair.

“Link? M-may I?”

Link’s nod was slow, but it was there. She carefully ran her hand alongside his girth, and found herself fascinated.

“It...feels so odd. It’s so warm, so smooth in my palm.”

She watched as the skin folded over his head at every hand movement. She knew Hylian biology to a degree, but not ONCE had she seen their genitals, much less up close. Odd, only seeing one of them. He let her continue her hand motions for a moment, before he positioned himself at her hips. He placed his cock right on her stomach, silently asking for permission. She took a deep, calming breath, before nodding.

“Please, continue, my love.”

Then Link pushed himself inside. It was just the head, but either way she felt her entire frame stiffen. He was looking down at her so fondly, so lovingly, all while he was inside of her. He was even sweet enough to kiss her nose, just to make sure she was okay. So sweet, so caring. He was even careful as he introduced more of himself into her, stopping just short of halfway, mainly because her toes were scrunching so much. She knew that look on his face. Concern.

“I’m fine. I swear. It’s just...a lot, for my first time.”

He looked panicked for a moment, as if he did something wrong, when she held him by his shoulders.

“I’m fine, I promise. We just, have to keep things slow, until I’m ready. Please, put more inside, I can handle it.”

Link nodded, giving her a smooch on the cheek, before slowly pushing more inside of her. His face was buried into her neck, gifting her with plenty of kisses, so he didn’t notice her looking. She was SO close to taking him in fully. While it didn’t hurt, it certainly was a lot at once. But she loved him. She adored him, and wanted as much of him as she could handle. It’s why she pulled his face away, and forced his eyes onto her.

“Link, please. All the way, for me?”

Link nodded, before obeying her. He pushed himself fully into her, face scrunched up. It was her turn to be worried, despite how full she was suddenly feeling.

“L-link? Are you in pain? Am I t-too tight, or?”

Link shook his head, taking a minute to breathe. It was cute, how much they both very clearly seemed to care about each other. Thankfully they both supported each other through the initial awkward feelings, right till Link was comfortably pushing his hips into her. He was going slow, carefully, even being a gentleman and holding her thighs to his sides. It was sweet, getting to see his big, bright eyes as he moved into her, panting as his cock kept moving in and out of her. It was lovely. At first. Then, she suddenly found herself longing. She could just tell Link was holding back on her. And while that sweet, she knew he was holding back, knew she was keeping him from honestly and truly enjoying himself.

But how to ask for him to let loose? Just saying it to his face so bluntly was upcoming of her as a princess. That was when she recalled Kohga’s advice. Open palm, then grab. She mentally counted to three, before she moved into action. She ran her claws through his mane of hair, and as firmly as she could, grabbed at his locks. Link suddenly stopped, letting out a rather loud cry that she was NOT expecting. She thought for a minute that she hurt him, before their eyes met. Eyes were no longer kind and calm, but hazy, drowning in clear and obvious lust.

“Do that again.”

She nearly gasped. Link NEVER talked. But here he was, standing above her, looking at her as if she was worthy of worship.

“P-pardon?”

“That thing with the hair. Grab it again. Please? Please? I’ll do anything.”

His voice was quick, desperate. She let go of his hair, before raking her fingers through his hair, and grabbed him again, nice and tightly. He let out a loud, rather crude moan that time around, and Mipha could feel him throb inside of her. What else did Kohga do? Oh yes, that’s right! She pulled his head to her neck, and used her small, pointy teeth to leave slow, firm nibbles onto his ear. And how Link moaned. He squirmed, he swore under his breath, completely lost in those slow, steady pinpricks of pleasure. She stopped after a moment, giggling right into his ear.

“You moan so pretty Link. Do it again, but with my name. Go on. Say my name like no one else would.”

Another dig into his hair, another grip, and another small pull, he let out another loud, pleased moan.

“Mipha~”

Oh she almost couldn’t keep this up. How he said it. How he held no shame in his drooling mouth and hazy eyes. She forced herself to take charge though, and after a small yank to his ear (that made him shake something fierce), she told him EXACTLY what she wanted.

“I want you to actually make love to me. I don’t want you to hold back anymore. I’ve been waiting for so long. Please, make me cum, Link.”

It was instant, like some switch had been flipped. He bucked into her like a jack rabbit, making the room be full of not only her moans, but loud, wet slappings of herself being pounded into. She kept pulling and scrunching at his mane, and each time, it only made him more and more hungry, thrusting faster and faster. She was ashamed to admit that the whole ordeal even made her rub at her own clit, lost in the fact that she was being fucked by the only man she truly loved. Was it any wonder that with a loud cry of his name, she fell into orgasm? One that felt so good, she was close to tears?

Link, upon seeing Mipha satisfied, pulled himself out of her, and pumped his cock furiously, till he gritted his teeth, and came, all over her stomach. She had no idea cum felt so...hot, and thick. She liked it. And as she looked at Link, who was panting, so heavily, hair askew, she was only reassured that she liked Link. She somehow met his eyes through the mop of hair, and they both had a tired chuckle together. He leaned down to kiss her lips, which she accepted oh so sweetly.

“Link...that was...wonderful. I wasn’t too hard, was I?”

Link shook his head so wearily, she chuckled. A bit of a naughty thought popped into her mind, and she pulled onto his hair again, making him cry out in ecstasy.

“Good. Because, quite frankly...I’m not done yet~”

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“Mipha! Morning!”

“What are you all doing here?”

Mipha walked down the steps and into the dining hall, in hopes to get a snack, when she noticed that Kohga, Sooga, Urbosa, Daruk, and Revali were all sitting there, having a cup of coffee. She wasn’t even out of her nightgown just yet. Kohga held up his drink, as if to celebrate.

“We were just checking to see how your first time went! How’d my trick work?”

Mipha blinked, before softly shaking her head.

“It….went fine, I suppose. I-”

“Aye! Goldilocks! Long night?”

Link walked down the stairs in nothing but his underwear. His hair was just an absolute mess, his body looked heavy as lead, and he seemed just wiped. He nodded, and turned his back towards them, getting a drink. They all whistled. Link’s back was just COVERED in scratches, and even a few bite marks along his shoulders. Kohga looked at Mipha.

“The hair trick worked, didn’t it?”

“It...might have been the hair trick-”

“HA! YOU OWE ME FIFTY RUPEES, URBOSA!”

Urbosa swore under her breath, and Mipha hid her face in her hands. There was a lesson to be learned about all of this.

Pretty boys liked their pretty hair played with.

#asks #mipha #link #kohga #urbosa #lemon #listen #mipha deserves to be a BIT of a top #just a pinch #pretty boys deserved to get topped tbh

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todourouki · 4 years

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REQUEST: hi i just saw that requests are open so can you write a fic (hcs are okay too) where lev gets a crush on karasuno's manager who he meets during the training camp? aaaa i hope it's not too much have a good day!!! tyyyy!

TITLE: The Distraction

PAIRING: Lev Haiba x Manager/Y/N

WORD COUNT: +1.0K

WARNINGS: Explicit Language (like twice tbh)

Lev was a simple man. He never knows what he’s doing, only does as he’s told as much as he could remember— hell he barely knows what’s going on half of the time (which got him into a lot of trouble, but that’s besides the point).

It was currently the annual summer training camp— all the schools huddled into the gyms practicing their asses off and preparing themselves for nationals in a way that was almost captivating.

The sound of a ball slamming against the ground filled the gymnasium, Lev’s feet finally touching the ground again as he watched the spiked volleyball slam between the two opponents across from him. Almost routinely, he turned towards his teammate Kenma with a bright smile on his face.

“Woah Kenma, did you see that?” He excitedly began, sparkles nearly flying through his eyes as he demonstrated his thoughtprocess to the careless setter. “I went fwosh, and then the ball went fwew, and then it went bam!”

Kenma rolled his eyes, blinking boredly at the silver-haired boy’s excitement and waving him off. “It was probably a fluke, Lev.”

“Yeah,” he heard Yaku scream from behind him, a leg coming into contact with the back of his shin in a way that made him lurch forward, “you still have terrible technique!”

Lev wanted to object what both Kenma and Yaku were saying, and he was probably going to— until he saw you.

Through the main doors, your frame entered through the double doors with eyes searching the perimeter as if looking for a certain someone. Lev swore his breath stopped in his throat.

He watched as you zipped the black jacket you had on off your body and toss it into the bench only to reveal your white t-shirt. Maybe he was being creepy, and maybe this probably wasn’t the best thing to do when someone sees another attractive person infront of them— yet here Lev is, drooling over what he figured to be Karasuno’s newest manager.

He watched you sit down, polite smile adorning your soft looking face with nothing but hearts in his eyes. Sure Lev has seen some pretty people in his life, he sees his mother and his sister every day. But someone with beauty of your caliber— which was enough to make him pause at your entrance— was one he had never encountered before.

You were absolutely stunning to Lev.

“Dumbass!” He heard his captain yell out, a volleyball smacking him on the back of his large built body to catch his distracted attention once more, “pay the fuck attention or you’ll be doing flying laps like Karasuno for the rest of the camp!”

Lev thought that would smack him out of his trance. The power of the volleyball colliding with his back being one to usually snap him out of his thoughts. Yet this time, all he could do was wave the captain off with a hand and continue to admire you from across the gym.

He had never seen you before— his first time meeting Karasuno being this camp to be exact. He almost didn’t notice your eyes beginning to trail the gym either.

The boy was never good with girls. He was always too tall for them, too energetic, and too unfamiliar with the opposing gender. He always talked too much when he first met them, his hands were always too big and too sweaty for their liking, and his name was too hard for them to say.

They always ended up falling for the other guys— the cooler guys. Sure, he was Japanese and Russian, abnormally tall, and a fun guy to be around, but they’d never see it. At least, Lev never got far enough with a girl to get her to see it.

Yet the moment your soft eyes met his with a smile lifting up across your perfect lips, Lev felt like he had finally seen heaven. He didn’t care if you never gave him the time of day, never blinked another eye at him, or even that you were apart of his rival’s team. All he knew, was that the smile on your face and the eyes solely on him was something he had never wanted to stop seeing.

Even through Yaku’s yelling, Kenma’s soft sighs, and Kuroo’s screeches to return back to the net because they were literally in the middle of a game, Lev couldn’t help his long legs from parading over to you. He couldn’t help but finally come face to face with your beauty, watching as your eyes widened in surprise yet the soft smile remaining even brighter than ever.

He couldn’t help but ignore everyone else’s comments either. The slick remarks from Karasuno to get away from their manager, the taunting of the orange and black uniformed boys threatening him to stay away from their gorgeous manager only found in their school, and the incessant yelling from his own team— none of that mattered to Lev.

The only thing that mattered to him was the fact that somehow, the closer he got, the prettier you looked as well as the sweeter you smelled. Finally approaching your seated frame, Lev looked down on you as your eyes trailed up to directly look at him. The same sweet smile he ran across the court during a game for remained itched into your skin.

“Hi, I’m Lev and I think you’re the prettiest person I’ve ever seen.” The blush on your cheek as he finished his sentence brought pride within his veins, his hands holding themselves up against his hips as he gulped any amount of pride and fear for flirting down.

“Hello Lev,” the minute your lips opened to speak, Lev knew he was a goner already from the softness and sweetness of your every words, “I’m Y/N and I think you’re one of the prettiest people I’ve ever seen, too.”

And that’s it. That’s how Lev knew that doing flying laps up and down the court for four whole hours was worth it. The giggle, the tone, and the blush resting across your cheeks was enough for Lev to realize that with the first two words you ever spoke that you were someone he was excited to see everyday for the training camp.

Lev realized too, that he had the biggest, dorkiest, most smitten and quick crush on you then he’s ever had on anyone else and he was more than okay with it.

this sucks bc I can’t write about Lev for shit LMFAOOOOOOOO but I hope you enjoyed this request >.<

#lev haiba #lev x reader #lev haiba x reader #haiba x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyū!! x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyū x reader #nekoma #lev #haiba #haikyuu!! lev haiba #haikyuu lev #nekoma lev #heillyreqs

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cyn-00 · 4 years

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Moreid one shot, 22 - "strings"

Another one inspired by season 5, episode 10 "The slave of duty", though with an entirely different focus compared to my other fic based on that same episode (which btw was my FIRST can u believe that)

I'm gonna remind you of a couple things that are important to understand this work (the plot of the episode/case aren't tbh): this is that period in the show where Morgan is taking Hotch's place in leading the team; plus Reid's been recently shot in the knee so he has his cane and everything. The first dialogue is word by word reported from the show and then I go from there ;)

@upsetti0spaghettiii and @rollcreditsyall asked me to tag 'em <3 hope u like it

Read it on AO3

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"We need fresh eyes..." Rossi mumbled, more as if telling himself than the rest of the team.

Morgan acknowledged the older man's hint and sighed deeply, sinking further in his swivel chair. "A'ight, listen up,"

He continued once everyone's eyes darted up to him almost as quickly as they'd dart up to Hotch - which always lit Spencer up with pride, somehow.

"I want everybody to go back to the hotel and try to get some rest. We're gonna have to pick this up again in the morning."

Prentiss poorly contained a taken aback expression. "Wha- we're giving up?"

Reid was this close to piercing her skull with a laser-glare, because Morgan was RIGHT - how could she not see that they were getting nowhere? But then again: would've looked like he was playing the part of the blindly supportive boyfriend. Which, he never did.

"No." Morgan shot his head up to glance at her; albeit with anything but malice in his eyes. "We're gonna take a break. We have to give the profile at morning roll and none of us has slept since the funeral."

Realization; painted on Emily's features. Now do you see? Reid wanted to ask - he didn't, of course.

"Once Garcia can get us a paper trail, then we can expand our canvas. 'Till then there's really not a lot we can do." Morgan concluded, and silence fell in the room like a heavy blanket, smothering whatever other retort his teammates may raise.

Reid waited for the others to exit the room before standing up and making his way around the desk, straining against the searing pang that shot up from his healing knee at the motion.

He settled behind Morgan's chair and let his free arm loosely encircle him from behind, resting his palm on the man's broad, tense chest.

After unnecessarily checking once again that there weren't any nosy officers peeking from outside, he carefully bent down to reach Derek's temple and place a lingering kiss there.

"You did the right thing." he murmured, and immediately felt the other man releasing a breath at his words.

"I know." Derek responded shortly, finally moving from that concerningly petrified position to place his palm over Spencer's hand, pressing more firmly to discourage him from breaking contact.

Spencer allowed his tired eyes to flutter close for a few seconds as he rested his cheek on his boyfriend's head, relying on his trusted cane not to let him fall headlong on the moquette - "who's the idiot that decided putting moquette in a police station conference room was a good idea?", he recalled the comment Derek had whispered to his ear a few hours before, and he recalled thinking that only someone as obsessed with everything furniture-wise as Derek Morgan could notice and care about such a thing as a police station flooring. "Pfft... good luck with washing that if someone spills coffee".

The thought awakened him before it could bring a stupid, unbidden smile to his lips.

Washing. Soap, warm water, shampoo... he needed a well deserved-

"Shower." Derek's voice and the noise of lips briefly smacking on his palm resonated in the genius' half-asleep ears. "Need a shower."

Spencer smiled now. "Me too."

"I know. Could hear you thinkin' about it." Derek left another kiss on Spencer's wrist before gripping on the armrests to stand up, needing him to lift his warm cheek seemingly melting on the top of his head to do so.

"C'mon," he encouraged, turning around to finally take a look at the man's sleepy face.

"Gotta help Goldilocks here shampoo up." he grinned warmly, tilting his head.

Spencer only snorted, because with that damn smile what the hell could he say to the man.

Reid sighed deeply as he slumped onto the toilet lid, resting his cane against the tiled wall of the bathroom.

He took off his jacket and pulled his sweater vest over his head, and the second he began maneuvering with his tie, a pair of hands landed over his.

He glanced up slightly annoyed, but gave in to let those hands do the work nonetheless.

"It's the pants I struggle with, not the upper part of my body." he specified for the millionth time - the millionth time he'd found Derek helping him get out of his tie and shirt even though he could do that by himself just fine.

Morgan arched a brow and scoffed, keeping his gaze leveled with the collar of the other man's button-up. "What's in it for me if I don't at least get to undress my boy, uh?"

Spencer contained a smile, ducking his head to look at Derek's hands proceeding to undo the buttons once he'd slid the tie away.

"Not exactly the type of undressing you'd wished for, I'm guessing..." he mumbled sheepishly after a couple seconds.

Derek's eyebrows furrowed now. He said more with those eyebrows of his than he did with his words.

"Any type of undressing you is the type of undressing I wish for..." he trailed off, and Spencer noticed his shirt had magically slid off of his shoulders and was being untucked from his slacks.

Derek's smile grew as his pupils traced from the skinny man's hips up to his chest and laced with his eyes at last.

"It's that I enjoy the view regardless, pretty boy." he added winking, before placing a kiss right over the man's heart.

Spencer didn't say anything. His usual "whatever you say" or the like would only supply him with Derek's eye-roll and another cascade of cheesy praising followed by Spencer's impulse to kiss him and then a few other things which he didn't have the physical strength to engage in, in that moment.

So he settled for thinking those things, lost in his own head while his eyes followed each one of Derek's careful motions that only resulted in layers and layers of clothing peeling off of his body, unable to pinpoint when exactly he had propped up to let the man pull his pants down to his ankles.

The only thing he managed to feel, right after the piercing cold ceramic under his thighs once his slacks were no longer cladding them, was the noise of the brace straps and the sensation of it freeing his leg and then-

"Ouch- Waitwaitwait, Der- wait" he pleaded through gritted teeth, as a twinge of pain awakened him from his pleasant reverie.

"I'm sorry baby, I know this part always hurts like hell" Derek said, and they both knew the 'part' he was referring to was the one where Spencer had to stretch his leg, numb and strained from having it caged in that hellish plastic brace for hours straight.

Spencer nodded and let his boyfriend do the rest - the first couple times he had tried to protest and get through everything on his own, feeling nothing short of a burden and decidedly embarrassed. Now, though, he knew there was no point in arguing, not simply because arguing with Derek when it came to taking care of Spencer was pointless to say the very least; but mostly because Derek was inexplicably good at taking care of him. Doctor Reid could surely brag about his PhDs, but Derek seemed to own every medical training in the world when he had to care for Spencer's pain.

The other man rose to his feet for a few seconds, taking the forgotten plastic stool in the corner of the room and placing it in the shower, before starting the water to get it as warm as Spencer liked it. Which meant, 3rd-degree-burn warm.

He returned to kneel in front of the naked genius in his briefs and mismatched socks only, smiling fondly at the sight.

He gently grabbed Spencer's ankles to slip off his socks - it made his toes curl and Derek adored it - and wrapped his strong arms around his boyfriend's skinny torso to pull him up to his bare feet.

Spencer only slightly hissed and grasped onto Derek's shoulders like his life depended on it - which, it kinda did, seeing how the worryingly sharp edge of the marble bathroom counter seemed to be waiting just for the man to wobble under the weight of his recently wounded knee.

Derek hooked his fingers in the elastic band of his boyfriend's underwear and let it fall to the floor so the other could step out of it - just a week ago that same, easy action almost cost Spencer to trip over and smash his skull straight into the sliding glass door of his shower; but Derek pushed that memory away because acting like the overly protective boyfriend wasn't gonna make things any better or easier, anyway.

It's just. Spencer was so fragile. There was no denying that. His brain was worth all their brains added together if not more, but dammit could a bruise stain his fair skin for weeks on end; reason why they'd given up on hickeys a long time ago - at least visible ones - in light of the fact that ever-lasting purple marks weren't exactly a good idea in their line of work.

"Derek, uhm, I'm taking a wild guess your fully clothed self doesn't know how cold it is in this bathroom, but, it's cold." Spencer's complaint brought him out of his head.

He looked down at himself and, indeed, he was fully clothed still.

"Wanna bet that I won't be as cold as you? You just like to whine a lot don't you?" Derek teased, pulling his henley off.

"It would be decidedly stupid of me to bet on such obviousness ? It's granted that you won't feel as cold as me considering that I'm skinnier; muscle heats up the body through metabolism as well as fat which works as an insulating-"

Reid's babbling was cut off by the man's laughter.

"...what? What's so funny?"

"I finally got naked for you and that's still not enough to stop your fact-spewing?"

Derek saw Spencer gulping and scanning him from head to toe.

"...right" he murmured, biting the inside of his cheek.

Morgan brought the other's pink-tinted face back up with his hands, lifting his gaze from where it was lingering on some undefined area very much below his usual approximately 5'8-something horizon line, and placed a kiss between his eyebrows.

"Come on. I ain't gonna risk you getting a cold on top of everything else." he said softly, securing Spencer's waist with two hands from behind to lead him first into the shower.

And thank God that one was an actual shower, instead of that bathtub the two of them barely fit in with a half-unhooked plastic curtain from that crappy motel the team found themselves having to spend a whole 6 days in, just a couple weeks before. And thank God for the stool, also, because helping Spencer through a shower while either standing or sitting on the floor were provenly exhausting techniques for both of them.

Derek eased his boyfriend into said stool and could immediately see him relaxing under the warm water. He dropped on his knees and started untangling the man's matted curls with his fingers - Spencer had confessed that, before Derek, he only used to untangle the knots with a comb after having showered because he didn't have the time or patience to do otherwise, but Morgan had rightfully reminded him that he had not one but two sisters, hence he was so used to observe how carefully their mom routinely brushed and braided their hair when they were little he could repeat the process by heart - so at the end of the day, "I might be bald but I sure know more about curls than you do, pretty boy".

After having managed to loosen maybe a couple of major tangles at most - nothing out of the ordinary - he reached for the shampoo and squeezed a generous amount on his palm, smearing it on both hands before spreading it onto Spencer's mop of hair.

Morgan had always wondered how the hell the kid always smelt so good; the rare times he could perceive something other than the cozy smell of coffee that almost perpetually imbued Spencer's aura. For some unfounded reason, his first guess had been that the source of such sweet smell must've been Spencer's cologne. After a month at most of knowing him, though, the hypothesis that the lanky genius with the crooked tie and that cardigan Morgan couldn't picture as anyone else's but his grandfather's actually wore cologne, was thrown out of the window. So he'd quite confidently settled for option B, which entailed that the scent had to have something to do with the detergent he used for his clothes. Little did he know he would find himself in Reid's bathroom some night after a case, and his eyes would be caught by a plastic, peach-pink bottle of shampoo that, to his "surprise", smelled like...like Spencer. Like something sweet and fruity with a spicy hint of cinnamon. And it's not like Morgan wasn't aware of the notorious, rom-com cliché that the aphrodisiac smell of the person you're hopelessly pining over is more likely due to their shampoo than anything else; it's more that he didn't want to give in the realization that not only Spencer's hair looked good - and, much later on, felt good twirled around his fingers - but on top of that it smelt good. Oh, dammit, my crush's hair smells like heaven which only adds to the fact that he probably fell from there, seeing how it makes him look like a downright ANGEL. Come on. Supervisory Special Agent Derek Morgan would've preferred without a smidge of doubt to remain unbeknownst of that, for the sake of his poor heart.

Poor heart, indeed, when Spencer started literally purring close-eyed under the soothingly kneading motions of Derek's digits through his hair. There was really no reason to keep on massaging the shampoo on Spencer's scalp for 5 minutes straight, if not that sight.

"Spencer?" he called, failing to contain the urge to lean in and peck at his lips.

"Hmm ?" the dopey man hummed in response.

"Sweetie, don't fall asleep on me here, yeah?"

" 'm trying. But you're not helping." Spencer mumbled, rubbing his eyes with his fingers from the water streaming down his face to open them in slits.

"Ah, so now it's my fault that you get all dreamy when I play with your hair?"

Spencer frowned. "Uhm, yes ?"

The other man chuckled. "Alright. Got the message." he claimed before standing briefly to his feet to grab the sprayer.

"Mmh' no this is even worse..." Spencer mewled when his boyfriend started rinsing his hair with warm water, running his fingers through it to be as thorough as possible.

Derek burst out laughing. "You're unbelievable, I swear to God." he said, making quick work of the rinsing process or else he would've undoubtedly have to drag a passed out, naked Spencer out of the shower.

He put the sprayer back in place and took the shower gel - he had to use the unscented, cheap, exceedingly liquid sample from the hotel - and poured it on his palm.

Spencer held out his hands in a cup-like shape as if waiting for Derek to give him a share of the gel. He looked up at him and arched a brow.

The genius rolled his eyes. "If you don't provide me with something to do I'm gonna seriously fall asleep in here."

Derek nodded and complied. "Lame excuse."

"For what?" the other asked like he didn't know when actually he knew.

"For laying your hands on me?" Derek teased with his 'you can't fool me' tone. "But I ain't complaining, just so we're clear..." he smirked.

After that, Spencer gave up on countering further but his expression didn't waver much; and Derek couldn't even relish in the satisfaction of holding that comment 100% accountable for the flush dyeing Spencer's chest and neck, because it could've very well been mostly due to the steam and hot water.

Both started spreading the gel onto each other's shoulders and necks and torsos, and Morgan wouldn't have managed to tear his gaze away from the skinny man sat in front of him even if he'd purposely tried. Spencer's concentrated expression was the same whether he was solving Schrödinger's equation or he was stirring his coffee with a spoon.

Hazel eyes locked with Derek's after a while, only for a split second before their owner launched himself into his arms; a soapy hand cupping the back of his neck and a warm muzzle burying in his slippery shoulder.

Derek didn't question and simply indulged in the hug, tracing circles with his thumbs on the nubs of Spencer's spine as he let his cheek lean against the top of his head.

"Thank you." a muffled whisper breached through the continuous noise of water thrumming on ceramic and glass and steel surfaces.

"Stop thanking me, kid. I love you." how many times had Morgan found himself saying those exact words, if maybe arranged in different fashions, throughout 5 years of working with Reid? Only difference was that the last bit hadn't always born the meaning it bore now. Almost, though.

After one or two minutes more - Derek couldn't quite gauge, and the fact that Spencer most definitely could brought a slight smile to his lips - Reid let go of the hug; and it was only because being soaked from head to toe blurred out things a little that Morgan couldn't swear the man was a second away from crying.

Reid looked down at his wrinkly finger pads.

"We're wasting an unnecessary amount of water." he said with a small grin curling one edge of his mouth. If Spencer's previous expression rendered almost unreadable by that soaked-head-to-toe situation hadn't been enough to go by, his current tone and the look that went along with it surely were.

However, Morgan didn't mention it, and the couple spent the rest of the shower rinsing the bubbles off of their bodies in soothing quiet.

The comfortable quiet kept going unhindered as Derek helped Spencer up and out of the shower, as he wrapped a towel around his bony hips, as Spencer brushed his dripping hair with a wooden comb while watching the standing man put on his sweats and t-shirt. Their exchanges merely fond glances here and hands caressing cheeks there and fingers bumping on skins like silent reminders that they were together in this just as much as in everything else that might come in their way and break them, whether inside or out or both it didn't matter as long as they were Spencer and Derek and Derek and Spencer.

And so together they walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, both pleasantly surprised by how they managed to not let Spencer slip on the steam-coated floor.

In a matter of minutes he was sitting on the edge of the mattress, which wasn't nearly as uncomfortable as sitting on the crappy stool or the toilet lid, much to Spencer's relief.

And Spencer Reid was notoriously not one to count his chickens before they'd hatched, but this time...

"Oh baby...does it still hurt so bad?" Morgan asked with full-on worry creasing his handsome features, at the sight of his boyfriend screwing his eyes shut and clenching his jaw while his leg bounced up and down - the leg not injured, that is. He'd caught Spencer doing that sometimes during work and he'd quickly figured it was his way to cope with pangs.

Spencer simply nodded his head frantically and grabbed both the man's hands to squeeze them in a knuckle-whitening clutch.

His boyfriend's sigh was so deep Spencer didn't need to actually see to picture the rising and falling of his chest as visible to the naked eye.

"I'm gonna get the pills the doctor prescribed you and I don't wanna hear you complain." the man asserted.

The second Reid felt him on the verge of standing up, he squeezed his hands even tighter and made an effort to open his eyes.

"No, nonono I- I took it 2 and a half hours ago I can't take anymore for another hour and a half at least." he protested, shaking his head vigorously and staring pleadingly at him.

Morgan sighed again, and this time Reid could see it.

"Ok, alright, then...did you bring that ointment he gave you?"

Spencer's pupils fidgeted around in thought.

"Yeah. Y- yeah, I- I have that in my bag." he replied, stuttering with the abruptness of his realization.

Derek stood up for real now, fetching said ointment.

He came back a minute later and resumed his kneeling position, squeezing some of the balm on his fingers and warming it up by rubbing his hands. He started massaging it onto his boyfriend's knee, and the heavy mass weighing on his chest was lifted like magic when Spencer's muscles relaxed and his deadly grip on the blankets loosened.

Another 'thank you' was about to escape Spencer's mouth, but then he opted to swallow it and instead relish in the sensation of Derek's thumbs rubbing the slick balm in circles at either side of his wounded kneecap; watching him as though if he didn't keep an eye on him he would disappear.

He didn't know how much time had passed, because that was one of those few occasions he'd allowed himself not to keep count of things - most of those occasions were the ones he spent with Derek - but it must have been quite a while because by the time Derek spoke up again, the pain had melted away and his knee was glistening and warm and his heart was fuzzy and vibrating inside his ribcage.

"Better?" the man asked.

Spencer waited a second for him to raise his gaze from the task at hand and direct it toward his, and for the smile that he knew was coming to actually come, before answering.

When that happened, he said: "Definitely."

And if Derek's grin didn't widen it was just because it couldn't get bigger than half of his face, and because it had to be a crime to smile more brightly than that.

"Alright then. Gonna get cleaned up and then I'll help you with pj's."

Spencer opened his mouth to dismiss his offer but was immediately cut off by a finger raised threateningly at him.

"Nope. I don't wanna hear it, I told you." Derek reprimanded before heading to the bathroom.

The few minutes Morgan spent washing his hands and pacing around the room to get the other's t-shirt and flannel pants were enough for the warm and fuzzy feeling to seep out of Reid's skin and be replaced by unsettling thoughts he never enjoyed wallowing in, but especially not in that moment.

It was exactly that same feeling from earlier reoccurring to him, the feeling that if he let Derek out of his sight for a second he would lose him - more specifically Derek would leave him. And of course during work the time they spent apart was much more than the one they spent together, but in a working context it was simply...different. Different in a way Spencer couldn't name. It was when they were alone that the feeling came back to choke him with its evil claws; and it was such a foreign one considering that Reid had spent most of his childhood AND adulthood alone, so one would simply guess he was used to it. Maybe it was exactly that: that he'd got so used to being alone he couldn't help but cling onto the first thing that made him not alone, and if in the beginning that thing had been his team and later on the team stopped being enough and it became Dilaudid, now that thing was Derek, and Derek was more than enough for the time being - Spencer was pretty confident he would be enough for the rest of his life, but what if it weren't mutual ? What if Spencer wasn't enough for Derek - for that matter, how could Spencer be enough for anyone? What if Derek left ?

"-encer? Baby you good in there?"

Then what would the next thing be and would a 'next thing' even exist or should he just settle for being alone all over again, only this time he would know the feeling of NOT being alone - would he ever recover from that?

"Hey, kid, c'mon now,"

Could he forget what it had felt like not being alone and learn to suffice for himself?

"Spencer seriously, talk to me ?"

Could Spencer Reid learn to finally FORGET if forgetting meant surviving?

"Spencer, come on baby you're starting to scare me here."

Reid ultimately managed to snap out of his head and realize Morgan had been trying to pull him out of it all along. He felt a hand cradling his jaw and words reaching his eardrums and his name being called in endless sequence.

He shook his head and gaped for a few seconds.

"Yeah, I'm- I'm here, sorry I- just, I was...thinking, I'm sorry..." he swallowed and jerked his eyes away from Derek's because the look he was giving him was a bit too much.

Morgan released a heavy exhale, as his hand shifted to rest on the back of Reid's head, massaging his nape to ground him again.

"Sorry."

"Don't start. Just tell me what you were thinking."

A grimace of reluctance crinkled Spencer's sweet face. "...do I have to?"

"Yes." Derek asserted. "Puppy-eyes won't work this time."

Spencer bit his lip to contain a lopsided, amused smile.

"Well," he shrugged. "it was worth the shot."

Derek snorted in response, visibly relaxing at having managed to reclaim their usual playful banter.

The other man was grateful that Morgan hadn't pried, instead reaching a hand out beside the spot where Spencer was sitting to grab his fresh pair of briefs. The warm-fuzzy feeling partially found its way back through Spencer's bloodstream at the thought that Derek probably knew by now how he was more likely to talk brake-free and open heartedly when he wasn't being overtly pressured to do so.

Derek carefully untucked the towel from around Spencer's hips and rose to a half-standing position to prop him up a few inches from the bed and slide it away from underneath him. He helped the man's long legs inside his underwear and lifted him once again to pull it up; he took the slightly moist towel and used it to ruffle Spencer's hair in the attempt to wipe it dry a little - again: a cold wasn't the greatest idea at the moment - gaining his signature nose scrunch and finally, Spencer started spilling.

"I was thinking about this whole...situation." Reid murmured with a sigh.

Morgan considered his words for a few seconds - uncaring of having probably given the man the impression that he wasn't listening - while minutely un-messing the strands of brunette, damp hair he'd messed up with the towel and adjusting them behind Spencer's ears.

"Meaning?" he asked at last; more to give the man the liberty of elaborating how he wanted than because he hadn't picked up on the 'situation' he was referring to.

"Meaning...you taking on Hotch's role temporarily ?" Spencer supplied, raising his pitch at the end as though it were a question.

"What about it, sweetie?" he urged on gently, stopping his ministrations to rub his hands up and down Spencer's sides affectionately.

"I, uh..." Reid cleared his voice. "I just realized that- well, m- maybe it's that I didn't want to think about it so that's why I'm realizing it only now but, anyway; I realized that if...if Hotch isn't coming back..." he trailed off, looking down at his knees.

Derek took the hint and started moving again, picking Spencer's flannel pants and guiding his feet inside them.

Spencer waited for the lift-and-pull-up part to be over - because it was too draining to do that AND talk simultaneously - before conjuring his train of thought again.

"If Hotch doesn't come back, you'll be the new Unit Chief." Reid said, once he was sitting down.

Morgan hesitated, furrowing his brows in confusion as to why Reid would feel the need to state the obvious.

"Yeah." he simply confirmed.

Spencer visibly refrained from explaining, choosing to spend the next few seconds picking at the worn fabric of his pajama pants - now that he wasn't naked anymore and finally had something to fiddle with - sticking uncomfortably to the layer of ointment covering his knee.

As per usual, Morgan's brain was struggling to keep up with his boyfriend's pondering.

But then it hit him.

"Oh..." Derek dropped his gaze; his confused and apprehensive expression fading away to make space for a melancholic and apologetic one.

"...yeah" Spencer murmured. But then decided that a monosyllabic answer wasn't enough, and opted to unfold his thoughts more clearly.

"It means that...that you'll be our superior- my superior, hence we couldn't...you and I, we, we won't be allowed to..." he gulped. He knew his bottom lip was trembling. He could feel it. But he had to say it, or else the concept would eat him alive.

"...to be together anymore. Right?" Spencer concluded with a quivering voice.

Derek wanted to get back to doing what he was supposed to be doing to give them both some more seconds to digest that, but for some reason he feared that if he'd proceeded to help Spencer in his last piece of clothing, the man would've looked even more vulnerable and small in that saggy t-shirt than he did now that he was bare in any sense of the word in front of him.

So he slowly brushed his hands down Spencer's lap to entangle them with his.

"...unless I choose not to." he mumbled.

The genius' scowling glance shot up.

"What?? No. No, I won't let you do that."

Morgan sighed, tilting his head. "Spencer-"

"No, Derek. I couldn't live with myself knowing that you turned down the greatest job opportunity of your life to stay with me."

And that much was the truest statement Spencer had ever made, even if the only thought of breaking up with Derek made every cell in his body ache and his heart bleed out and his bones shatter like a china cup dropping on a granite floor.

Derek stared at him for a while with flat-out disbelief pasted on his face.

"Spencer," he started, and immediately shook his head, unable to contain a snort. Spencer's frown didn't but intensify at that.

"Kid, look. I know that you'd respect my decision to accept the job. I know it because you're one of the most ambitious and over-achieving people I know and I feel nothing but blessed to have someone like you by my side." he paused. "You inspire me in that sense, you know?"

Spencer didn't answer, but his gaze softened instinctively.

"But it's because I know you respect everything I do that I'd be disappointed to know that you made the exception to NOT support me if I decided to turn down the offer."

The words hit Spencer in a certain spot at the base of his skull, but he couldn't bring himself to be ungrateful for Derek being so honest and blunt about the matter.

So he nodded.

Derek continued, because he wasn't convinced at all that the man had got the message.

"And believe me when I say that the reason why I wouldn't accept it isn't because I pity you or I don't wanna leave 'poor Spencer' alone or whatever." he made the air-quote gesture and untangled a hand from Spencer's to bring it to his cheek.

"It's because to me accepting a title that by the way, I'm not even 100% sure that I want, it's not worth leaving the person I'm in love with."

With that last bit, Derek didn't need to forcibly bring his boyfriend's chin up to meet his eyes - Spencer had instantly done that on his own initiative.

"I would NOT be able to leave you, Spencer. For my sake, not out of pity. I know myself." he whispered, stroking his thumb on the other's cheek.

Spencer kept returning the other's stare for what they both perceived like 30 minutes, in search for the slightest hint of lie in Derek's eyes. Which, obviously, he gladly failed to summon.

So he inched closer and pressed their lips together, because kissing Derek seemed like the easier way to both reply to his confession and stop his bottom lip from trembling with the force of emotion welling up in his eyes.

Derek's mouth went along as his arms encircled his boyfriend's dainty frame to carefully shift him closer, until his body was the only thing keeping him from falling off the mattress. He captured every silky motion of Spencer's tongue with unmatched slowness; as if the more thorough the kiss, the better he could savor the man's unspoken words and enshrine them forever in his mind, only fueling his already unarguable conviction that no, he couldn't let this man slip away like it wasn't him that kept Derek's lungs breathing and his heart pounding and his limbs working.

With one last smack of lips Spencer gasped out of the kiss, keeping their foreheads glued together and his eyes shuttered because it was clear now that he didn't need to see the man to know he wouldn't leave, but his skin couldn't do without the feeling of Derek's against it nonetheless.

Slowly, he opened his lids and noticed the pair of pitch-black eyes in front of his were staring at him.

He smiled when he spotted a bright glimmer deep inside them, and was returned with a smile of Derek's own.

"Plus," Morgan's hoarse voice gently poked through the silence, as both his hands rose to cup the other's face.

"I know we shouldn't profile each other and all that, but dad really doesn't know what to do with himself when he's not with us, so my money's on him coming back." he joked.

Spencer burst in the prettiest giggle Derek had ever heard and let his head fall onto the other's shoulder.

"Y-yeah, mine too." he agreed once he'd recomposed himself enough to straighten in his seat again.

"Let's put this t-shirt on and go to sleep, uh?" Derek offered.

The genius nodded, and in a matter of 5 minutes at most, the two were a mess of entangled limbs - both injured and not - instants away from falling asleep; with a few less doubts stinging their hearts and just as many newfound strings keeping them together.

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