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tojisbbg · 1 year

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𝙤𝙝, 𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙣

❝oh.. cara mia, how i love him.❞

♡ rin itoshi ♡

a/n: first time writing for blue lock!! ugh, guys, the brainrot is very severe. they’re all my babygirls fr.

content: rin itoshi x reader, sprinkle of sae in it (if you squint), fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, childhood friend to strangers to lovers, rin’s a little mean, unresolved feelings cause sudden confession, small little tweaks of events, not edited.

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“rinnie!” your six-year-old self screamed loud and proud for your best friend in the entire world as you ran inside the itoshi household. your parents were left behind at the door, chuckling with the itoshi’s parents because of your excitement.

you tightly gripped the coloring set to your chest, climbing the stairs as fast as you could upstairs to rin’s play room that he shared with his brother sae. you opened the door, seeing the familiar ravenette sitting on the child size chair, focused on drawing.

“rin! you were supposed to wait for me.” you whined, your smile now becoming a small frown as you sat in front of him on the empty chair. rin looked up at you, finally acknowledging your presence.

“ah! y/nie, you’re here so soon.” he gave you a bright smile, his eyes shimmering at your company. suddenly, you even forgot that you were mad at him in the first place, his smile being so contagious as you returned one yourself.

“look! papa got them from his business trip last week and it has crayons, markers, paints and so much more!” you showed him the coloring kit, making him awe from amazement from the variety.

“so cool! hey, can we share?” rin asked and you eagerly nodded your head, laying out your coloring supplies on the table freely.

“who are you drawing for the project?” you asked, beginning your masterpiece, which would consist of cutely drawn stick figures.

“i’m gonna draw big bro, i wanna be just like him in the future. he’s just so cool, he’ll become the best striker in the world and i’ll be the second best.” rin spoke with such passion in his tone, his eyes holding a loving adoration at the thought of his brother.

“nice, i wanna become like my mama. i want to make food as delicious as hers so that i could feed the people that i love.” you chirped, dipping your paint brush in a little bit of water before swirling it inside the watercolor paint palette.

“even me?” rin asked, making you look at him with a slight dust of pink shading your cheeks.

“of course, rinnie. you’re my best friend and i’ll always love you. i think you’re more awesome than sae.” you whispered the last part, making him giggle as he shook his head.

“hm? talking about me?” you suddenly hear a voice behind you, your eyes being covered as you yelp in surprise.

“sae!” you finally peeled his hands away from your eyes, eyes meeting another pair of emerald ones. sae chuckled before ruffling your hair.

“hey! you’re messing up my pigtails.” you huffed, trying to fix your hair that slightly ruined, straightening the bows that were a little crooked.

“sorry, sorry, cutie.” sae raised his hands in defense, making you hum as a response of accepting his apology. he sat on the ground, eyes watching what you and his brother was doing.

“look, big bro! this is you and me when we win the world cup together.” rin eagerly showed his finished drawing, earning a proud grin from his brother as sae ruffled rin’s hair.

“we’ll be the best of the best, together.” sae said, warmth spreading inside rin’s heart from satisfaction.

“yup!” rin nodded.

“hey, what about me? i don’t know how to play soccer.” you pout, feeling left out from the itoshi’s conversation.

“i offered to teach you but you didn’t wanna.” sae replied, pinching your cheeks teasingly as you winced.

“yeah ‘cause soccer is for boys not for girls.” you fake gagged, making sae roll his eyes from your overdramatic reaction.

“you can cheer us on, you’ll be in the front seats watching us.” rin suggested, making you think hard on if that’s the job you wanted to play in the itoshi brothers dream.

“okay! i’ll be your good luck charm.” you gave them a thumbs up, making them both agree.

“my, my! aren’t you three just so cute. let’s take a picture!” rin’s mom cooed, pulling out her phone as she ushered both brothers to stand by your side. you dropped your paint brush, holding your colorful hands up with a bright smile that made your eyes disappear.

you felt rin and sae bent down, placing a kiss on either of your cheeks as a pose.

“1...2...3... awwww!” your parents were in the middle of having a stroke from cuteness overload. on the other hand, you were combusting with happiness from how lucky you were to have two of the greatest friends ever.

---

change is something inevitable.

seasons change and so do other forms of life such as plants, animals and humans. it’s just the cycle of life that we must go through.

the world was still too big for your liking at the age of sixteen, afraid to dip your toes in waters that seemed too cold and foreign.

you were afraid to change.

and perhaps that was one of the reasons why you let the two most important people in your life slip out of your grasp. sae became a hotshot in a small period of time, hitting the news which spread like wildfire. of course, this alone made your and rin’s hearts soar from happiness.

but that was two years ago.

things were different now, so different that you don’t even recognize the itoshi brothers anymore. sae was absolutely no longer in the picture, frequently traveling to places like spain and his visits back in japan lasted no more than a couple of days.

and your best friend, rin, has become nothing but a total stranger. he still lived within close premises, yet his aura felt like someone splashed you with cold water. that warmth that once resided within him was gone.

you quickly barged into rin’s room, your face now becoming pale with horror as you saw him go berserk. his eyes were dark, smashing every single trophy, medal and picture frame him and sae owned.

“i hate him! i hate, hate, hate, itoshi sae!” rin bellowed, not even caring about your existence that was terrified by the door. your shaky hands went behind you, closing the door as you slowly tip-toed your way to him.

“rin?” you meekly called out his name, trying to catch his attention as he was heaving from frustration. he looked at you with a sharp glare, making your throat go dry.

“what.” he spat out with so much venom, making you mentally wince.

“sit down and talk to me.” you grabbed his arms, pushing him back until he sat on the bed and you stood in front of him. your hands were on his shoulders, grounding him on the mattress to make sure that he wouldn’t get up to do anything else.

“there’s nothing to talk about. itoshi sae ruined my life by teaching me soccer, and i will get my revenge on him.” rin spoke with so much hate in his voice it made your stomach churn.

“that’s crazy talk, you both are supposed to become the best together, remember?” you frowned, cupping his cheeks as you tried to somehow make this hateful glint of his disappear.

until he swatted away your hands.

“we’re not kids anymore, y/n. it’s time that you grow the fuck up and realize that this stupid dream the three of us dreamt of was never going to become reality. even seeing you makes me angry now.” rin harshly spat out, making your mouth agape from shock, looking at him with glossy eyes.

“rin, the hell is that supposed to mean?” your voice croaked, your heart feeling like it was on the verge of cracking into two.

“i hate you too, y/n.”

those were the last words that were ever exchanged between you and rin, the last time you both were even near each other. every time the both of your parents would try to organize an event together, you would make some lame excuse to not join them.

but, today it seemed that no matter how significant or desperate you tried to make your excuse look like, your parents didn’t buy it.

“what happened between you guys? you all used to be such good buddies.” your dad asked out of the blue, looking at you through the mirror as he drove. you shrugged, playing with the hem of your dress.

“we just grew up, i guess. besides, the both of them are pretty busy people so i don’t wanna butt in.” you quickly dismissed, not wanting to talk about this whole sibling rivalry they both had going on which eventually wrapped you into it as well.

“yeah, it’s a shame. but, the itoshi brothers are doing very good. sae has gotten into nationals and rin got into some bootcamp place called blue lock. we’re going over for dinner because the brothers are gonna be off on their own path tomorrow.” your mom informed you, making your eyes go wide like the size of two full moons.

it was bad enough that you’d be seeing both sae and rin after two years, but the fact that now even more distance was being created left you unsettled. there was no more hope in restoring whatever friendship you guys had.

you didn’t care much about sae, but rin? he was your best friend, your person, the only person who could actually turn your frown upside down.

what probably hurt the most was the stupid crush you had on him that never died down. you know him like the back of your hand, and you know that the itoshi rin right now is not the sweet rin you befriended and fell in love with as a child. yet, a piece of your heart knew that somewhere in those ferocious green flames of his, your rinnie was still there.

the dinner party was like usual, a bunch of rich people all in one place. you felt stuffy and suffocated, deciding to go up to the balcony to get some fresh air. you noticed a tall figure leaning on the rails, peering down.

“shouldn’t you be hosting your own party?” you snickered, standing beside him as your voice rang a bell in his ears. rin straightened his posture, easily towering over you as your mind couldn’t process how tall he has gotten within the span of two years. his body was more fit and muscular, yet his face was stoic and bored like the last ever time you had seen him.

“tell that to mr. famous, he’s the hot topic of the table.” rin grumbled, stealing quick glances at you with a side eye that you failed to notice. he couldn’t help but notice how you’ve gotten even prettier within the years, his heart fluttering upon the sight of you.

you grew up so well, yet you still reminded him of the old y/n he knew.

“hm, well, congrats on getting in blue lock.” you awkwardly said, rubbing your bare arms as you avoided eye contact with him.

“thanks.” he dryly responded and silence fell between you both.

“so, you’re gonna go away for a long time?” you asked, trying to stir up a conversation with your best friend whom your heart ached and yearned for.

“don’t know.” rin simply shrugged, his resistance making your blood boil. he was acting like it was your first day meeting him and that every single memory between you both never existed.

“alright, i’m fucking done.” you said through gritted teeth, making rin look at you with a cocked eyebrow. suddenly, you grabbed him by the collar, pulling him down to make at eye-level with you.

“the fuck is your problem, huh? i don’t know what went on between you and sae, but that shit does not involve me. i don’t give two flying fucks about soccer, i just want my best friend back. so stop being such an asshole!” you screamed in his face, your eyes pooling with tears that began to sting. rin looked into your eyes, his lips thining into a line before his larger hands peeled your fingers away.

“are you fucking deaf or dumb, huh? that weak and pathetic version of rin itoshi you so dearly hold in your heart is dead. my dream is no one’s but only mine. only i will become the best of the best in the world, the best striker. i will defeat itoshi sae and make him eat his damn words.” his hands balled into fists, making you crouch down as you held your face in your hands, sobbing.

“then why.. why am i looped into this shit?! did you mean what you said to me last time?” you asked, praying to whatever god up there that you overthought everything those past two years.

“of course i did, y/n. you mean nothing to me, right now, the only thing important to me is soccer. hell, i’ll even put my life on the line for it. anything and anyone who gets in my way is nothing but a fucking pain the ass.” rin glared down at you, each of his words feeling like a few hundreds of knives stabbing your heart.

“you fucking jerk. i hate you, itoshi rin! i hate you, i hate you, i hate you! go to fucking hell.” you yelled, getting up with tears in your eyes as you ran inside the house. you tried to navigate yourself to the bathroom to fix your face which was probably streaked with black remains of your mascara.

you bumped into a hard chest, making you groan in pain as you mumbled a quick ‘sorry’.

“y/n?” the familiarity of the voice sent chills down your spine, looking up to see none other than sae. his hairstyle changed completely, his eyes dull as he looked at you with an undecipherable look.

but for some odd reason, his presence made you furious. a part of you couldn’t help but blame sae for the reason why everything went down the drain for the three of you. you roughly shoved him off, catching him off guard.

“do me a favor and go back to spain so that i don’t ever have to see your face again, itoshi sae.” you said in a monotone, not even wanting to look him in the face as you walked away.

a beautiful friendship that you once molded with both brothers turned nothing but into puddles of sorrow and agony.

---

“come on, y/n! it’ll be fun, i promise.” your friend whined, trying to convince you to attend soccer match between u-20 and blue lock today.

“eh, i don’t know. i’m not really a soccer person.” you nervously laughed, trying to shoo her away. but, your friend was persistent.

“come on, pretty please? didn’t you say someone you know goes to blue lock?” your friend narrowed her eyes, making you look at the side as you tried to come up with a lie.

“well, uhm, yeah? but like, i don’t know if he’s still playing in it.” you scratched the back of your neck, trying your best to decline her offer as politely as possible.

you knew that these tickets were hot and porbably costed a lot of money, yet her friend who is playing in the match gave her two.

“well then, i guess you’ll find out!” she said and you sighed in defeat.

“fine.” you mumbled, taking the ticket from her hand.

you both were now outside of the stadium, the lines were making you feel all sweaty and suffocated. you texted your friend, getting annoyed that she was running late and you felt a little stupid standing in the middle of all of these die-hard soccer fans.

“ah, sorry! i’m here.” you friend waved to you at the distance, running over as you rolled your eyes.

“i was gonna go home if you didn’t show up within the next minute.” you gave a small empty threat, making her chuckle.

“hey, no worries. getting inside won’t take too long, let’s get jersey’s!” she sang out, dragging you the stand where they were selling the shirts.

“i’ll get number eleven for blue lock please.” you friend said, pulling her wallet to pull out the money. you read the name on the shirt: isagi yoichi. it was most likely the friend that gave her these tickets.

“what about you, y/n?” she looked at you and your eyes scanned the shirts for both u-20 and blue lock but the summer’s heat was making you feel dizzy. so you just went with some random number that popped inside your head.

“uh, i don’t know, number ten?” you asked more than said. the man gave you a judgemental look which made you a little embarrassed.

“for which team? u-20′s number ten is itoshi sae and blue lock’s number ten is itoshi rin.” the man informed you, making your heart drop as those two names rang loud and clear in your ears.

no way that this could’ve all just been pure coincidence. you were broken out of your thought as the line grew, deciding that no one would even see you anyways from the distance. so, you’d cheer him on behind the scenes.

“blue lock’s number ten, please.” you said with a small smile.

after purchasing the jersey, you and your friend went to the bathroom to change into it. after you both were done, she guided you through different doors in which security people guarded it.

“vip tickets.” you friend eagerly showed them both your and her ticket to the man before they gave her a brief nod. they opened the red rope barrier and allowed you two to enter.

“hey, this is so close to the field.” you said in awe, looking at the huge green field before you.

“of course, dummy. we have first row seats.” she gave you a wide smile, making your heart thump. you both took your seat, waiting for the match to start. the announcer people did their little speeches, making you bored. until, the doors opened and the players began to walk in.

you watched how u-20 walked in, the familiar red head leading the team. your gaze fell on his jersey, it was number ten, itoshi sae. the door on the opposite side opened and the blue lock players walked in and it felt like time had stopped when your eyes fell on the person’s jersey whom you were wearing.

itoshi rin.

you noticed how rin’s eyes held a different glint in them, it was filled with determination and the will to devour. he was finally going to play against his brother whom he once dreamt of playing together with side by side. the more you remember that old childish dream that you three dreamt of, the more your heart ached.

you could only wish that it could go back to that.

the match has been going for what felt like an eternity, but you couldn’t help but have your palms get sweaty. it was intense, both teams filled with bery talented and skilled players. this was your first time watching rin and sae play soccer, as you’d always skip out on their practices in the past because it was boring to you.

but now after witnessing it live, you were nothing but dumbstruck from amazement. their speed, intellect, strength, stamina and overall talent was unremarkable. you would be liar if you denied the fact that you were proud of both of them.

yet, your heart was rooting for blue lock to take home the victory. unfortunately, things weren’t going towards your liking as u-20 was in the lead. one more goal in for u-20 sent the whole crowd roaring and cheering for none other than itoshi sae.

however, your eyes not even once fell on him. you were more focused on rin, his every move was sharp and hypnotizing. you watched him pant from exhaustion, until a different aura replaced him.

you looked at him and your heart dropped to your stomach, recognizing that look from before. it was a look as if a demonic entity has taken over him, his eyes darkening as his tongue slipped out in focus.

fuck.

you watched him go berserk, zooming past all the players and strategically knocking down everyone’s skills with his own. that was until he was now head on head against sae now.

you noticed how his movements waivered for a little, but he shrugged it off and continue to get in his shooting range without being interrupted by sae. the crowd grew quiet as they began to whisper and murmur about the sibling rivalry.

you heard them badmouthing rin, taking sae’s side just because rin wasn’t as well known like sae. you couldn’t take it anymore, leaning over.

“you could do it, itoshi rin! make that fucking goal, rinnie!!” you screamed at the top of your lungs, your voice catching both brother’s attention. rin looked at you with shock, sharing the same look with sae. you gave rin a hopeful smile, giving him a thumbs up.

“i believe in you, rin! you can make that goal!” and with that being said, it was as if his mind was being possessed by your voice, your words guiding him as his body acted on its own.

rin surpressed sae, who didn’t even notice because he was startled by your sudden appearence amongst the crowd. and in a matter of seconds, rin’s leg swung and like fire the ball hit the net.

“fuck yeah!!” you jumped from your seat as the announcers flooded everyones ears with compliments towards rin.

blue lock won.

---

“holy shit, that game was insane!” your friend babbled, making you chuckle as you nodded your head in agreement.

“yeah, it was.” you smiled, the events of rin’s amazing goal and overall play rewinding in your mind.

“hey, i’m gonna go catch up with my friend. i’ll text you when i get home.” you friend quickly excused herself and you nodded your head, wanting to leave as soon as possible to avoid bumping into either brothers.

you were finally able to leave the stadium, now outside as you saw the sun was slowly setting. you leaned against the fence, taking in the breathtaking sight.

“running away from me so soon?” a voice spoke out, sending chills down your spine. you turned your head only to see the 6′1 striker walking towards you while drinking water. he was out of his uniform, now wearing nothing but sweats and a t-shirt.

“rin..” you said under your breath, your voice already half gone from your screaming. you haven’t seen rin face to face for a while now, especially after that night. he made your heart tremble, your knees weak and you always grew nervous.

“never expected you to show up to one of my games.” rin blurted out, making you scoff.

“why? ‘cause you think i don’t know anything about soccer since you’re a hotshot player and i’m not?” you taunted, making his lips curl a little upwards into a small smirk.

“you’re the one who said soccer was boring.” he argued, making you tsk.

“well, it’s not as boring when watching you play it.” you mumbled under your breath, but your words were as clear as day to rin and it made his heart swell with pride.

“is that so?” rin asked, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. his skin softly grazed your face, making your cheeks grow warm. your eyes remained on the ground, not being able to meet his intense eye contact.

rin let out a sigh, grabbing your chin before forcing you to look up to him. he looked down at your flustered face, looking over every feature that he has memorized in his mind. you were still the same, the only difference is you’ve matured as you’ve grown.

your adorable doey eyes that would look at him like he’s the most interesting person ever to exist, your cute button nose that would scrunch up in excitement, soft and chubby cheeks that would blush whenever he kissed them and plump lips that would say the sweetest things to him.

you’ve never left itoshi rin’s mind.

“why did you come today?” he asked, looking into your eyes like he’s trying his best to search for the truth.

“my friend had extra tickets.” you admitted, watching his eyes droop a little and lose their shine.

“oh.” his voice sounded disappointed.

“the man in the jersey stall asked me if i wanted u-20′s number 10 or blue lock’s number 10. i chose you, rin.” you said before cupping his face, getting tired of knocking on this hard wall rin has built around his heart.

rin could feel his heart hammering against his chest, the unfamiliar feeling of this weird fuzz made him confused. you were rooting for him from the beginning?

“but why? sae is still a better player than me, i got that goal in by luck because he was distracted.” rin frowned, dropping your hands from his face as you heavily sighed.

“even if everyone in that entire crowd cheered for sae, i would still be your number one supporter and wear your number and scream for you loud and proud. whether you won or lost, you’ll always be the one that i would root for, rinnie.” you gave him a ceshire smile, that beautiful shimmer in your eyes returning just like how you’d have it when talking to him as a child.

suddenly, you grabbed his neck before pulling him into your chest, hugging him tightly. you didn’t want to fight against your feelings anymore, you no longer cared.

“i’ll always choose you, rin. i love you, i love you so, so, so damn much that it hurts. all these years of being away from you made me become nothing but miserable. come back to me, rinnie, please.” you begged, tears streaming down your face as you sniffled.

and it took only those few words to have that wall itoshi rin built around his heart to come crumbling down. he tightly wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

“i missed you so much, y/n. i’m so sorry. i-i don’t even know what to say.” he stammered, as you felt him sniffling against your chest. your hand came down to his cheeks, wiping away his tears as you shook your head.

“it’s okay, i know it was hard on you. you suffered a lot on your own.” you kissed his forehead lovingly, feeling him tighten his embrace.

“but still, i was such an asshole to you because i was so consumed by my hatred. i’m so sorry for hurting you, y/n. i felt so guilty, i couldn’t even face you because i knew my feelings would conflict with me.” rin admitted, making your heart skip a beat.

“i love you too, y/n. i always have and i always will.” he said, leaning away from your chest to meet your gaze as his eyes softened. you giggled in content, your hand going behind his neck to pull him into a kiss.

it wasn’t anything too much, a soft yet savoring kiss that you both shared. rin could taste the sweet fruity gloss you used on your lips, humming at it’s sweetness. you smiled against his lips before pecking them multiple times. you cupped his cheeks, squishing them as a pout forcibly formed on his lips.

“ahhh, you’re so cute, rinnie! i just wanna eat you up!” you squealed, continuing to pepper his face and pouty lips with smooches. rin’s face noticibly grew warm and red, but he liked getting this kind of attention from you.

you both spent the next few minutes just hugging and pecking each other, enjoying each other’s close company that you both ached for all those years.

“we got the whole week off, so uh, do you wanna go on a date?” rin asked, averting his eyes from you. a teasing grin danced on your lips as you decided to play with him a little.

“hmm, i don’t know. let me think.” you pretended to think hard, making him scoff.

“y/n!” rin whined, playfully smacking your thigh as you chuckled.

“just kidding! of course i’ll go on a date with you, rin. but, only if you first ask me to be your girlfriend.” you asked with a cheeky smile, making him pinch your nose.

“now you’re asking for too much.” rin teased, making you scoff.

“hey, i was your lucky charm that helped you make that goal. the least you can do is ask me to be your girlfriend.” you roll your eyes, sending him a small glare.

“now why would i give you any credit for that goal.” rin tilted his head, making you huff.

“jerk, fine, then go on that date by yourself.” you said in a petty tone, squirming out of his release before walking off. rin chuckled to himself, knowing that you were right. your voice was the only thing that put him in that trance to make that goal, so yes, you were his lucky charm.

rin lightly jogged behind your before engulfing your figure into a back hug. he snuggled his face in the crook of your neck before kissing your temple.

“be my girlfriend and go on that date with me.” he said, pressing a tender kiss on your cheeks. a girly smile was now plastered on your face and you hummed.

“if you insist, okay then!” you exclaimed, your stomach filled with butterflies.

“good, i can’t win my games without my lucky charm.” rin breathed out in content, wrapping an arm around your waist as he held you close while you both walked.

from a distance, the other itoshi watched, tightly clutching onto his duffle bag. an overwhelming amount of sadness washing over him as he watched his once beloved brother and childhood friend walk away together.

sae let out a heavy sigh, walking in the opposite direction as a bitter smile was on his lips. in a way, the dream you three have dreamt came true today.

the itoshi brothers played together in an intense soccer match while you were in the front rows cheering. only difference was the molten sea of hate and complicated feelings that made things more different.

you only cheered for rin, completely ignoring sae’s existence and perhaps that why this feeling of tightness in his chest prevented him from even caring about what rin had in plan next during the match.

although you and rin found each other once again in the same world, itoshi sae realized that he was way far gone from you both.

he could no longer dream the same dream as you and rin.

itoshi sae has lost his brother and his childhood best friend and he knew that he couldn’t blame anyone else but himself.

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starsomens · 3 months

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Headcanon for Noah who first met Y/N and his first impression of her was that she was shy and sweet

Fast forward a few years later, they’re now dating and her true colours show that she’s actually a menace. She’s hyper, chaotic, she bites Noah sometimes (he’d bite back in retaliation), when they go out shopping sometimes, she gets distracted and gets lost (ADHD lol)

she’d call him dude sometimes instead of babe or baby and has a energy of a ginger cat

I’m sorry this is a lot but I like the idea of a calm boyfriend and his chaotic tiny girlfriend

"she's adorable" was his first thought the second he had his first interaction with you

He loved the way you could only hold eye contact with him for about 30 seconds and right away look away and bite your lip

the way your cheeks would blush and how you'd trip over your words

He thought you were adorable! In addition to being adorable he thought you were just the prettiest thing he'd ever seen. You were so hypnotizing to speak with, and just the sweetest!

He had to take you on a date! and so he did :) and took you on more and more and finally made it official :D

The first year was great, you were getting more comfortable with one another, opening up and feeling just so in love

You met his friends, had gone to the studio to watch him and even went backstage to one of their shows.

Once you hit 2 1/2 years there was a change........in you :3

this man was NOT expecting the amount of ADHD and biting he was going to be in the middle of

Comes home from work, cuddling on the sofa with a movie and soft caresses and lil kisses...only for his arm to be met with either a bite or a lick

🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️"babe?"🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

this was the first time you had ever bitten him and he was just confused but then you looked up at him and he thought it was funny and just oh so cute! He responds to this by pinching your cheeks or even biting you back

Now in the evenings just before bed he's watching you have a mini concert in his clothes and even pretending to be him on stage with his screams, bending backwards and his spins. And yes he does clap at the end of your performance

Some days you just wanna sleep in and others you're just running from one side of the house to the other

He either films you and keeps them as memories, or joins in. Next thing you know you're both running around the house giggling like little kids because of the sudden rush of energy

"So then, Oh my god! She says 'well if you don't want to work then you can get your shit and tell him that....that..... "

"That what babe?" he asks for you to finish the story

".....ah shit I completely forgot what she said "

He thought you were doing it for jokes...but you were serious you couldn't recall what it was you were talking about or what you friend had ended up doing in the tense situation. Noah gets left on a lot cliffhangers and he's just waiting for the moment where you blurt out how it ends

2:49 am "..pst noah....are you awake?" you poke his face

"mmmmm" was all he could manage

"well he ended up taker her keys and stealing her car! Can you believe that?!" you whisper yell

He just brings you into him, covers your face and goes "shh...sleep"

then a few seconds later he goes ".....what a piece of shit...."

"I know right?"

“Kay….sleep….now”

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toruro · 11 months

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— ✧ the letter (smut)

description. you and minghao are really going to miss each other

tags. smut (18+), oral (f receiving), fluffy yummy cute

w/c. 1.3k

a/n. so fuck tumblr community labels i'm going to [redacted]. anyways the full story is here. i guess u could read this smut as a stand alone but it rly wouldn't make any sense.

“M-Ming—hao,” you whine, hands fisting the linen beneath you. A string of slick connects his mouth to your glistening folds, tethering him down to you even as he lifts his face. His eyes stare down at the slobbering mess between your legs, ignoring your soft chanting of his name before diving back down to close his mouth around your clit.

“Tastes so good,” he groans into you, hot breath fanning down on your folds as he licks fat stripes up and down into your cunt. One of his large hands reaches up and you instinctively guide it so that he can grasp one of your tits, squeezing tightly as your back arches into him.

“Fuck—Hao!” you cry out, when he peels his mouth away from you again. He looks up at you with heavy lidded eyes and a shiny wet chin and bright grin. “Was s’close … s’close,” you whimper, as he presses kisses on the inside of your thighs, licking and nipping at the soft flesh.

“I know baby, I know, but I wanna cum with you,” Minghao murmurs against your skin before crawling up onto his arms and over you. Your eyes flutter shut as he presses his lips against yours, sliding his tongue against yours fiercely.

Moaning at the taste of yourself, you wind your arms around his neck to pull his burning body flush against yours, grinding upwards in a determined mess to make sure the remnants of your almost-orgasm don’t ebb away.

You feel his hard length prodding against the inside of your thigh as Minghao shifts above you, adjusting his hands so they’re resting by your head when he finally pulls away, panting. Black hair sticking to his sweat-slick forehead, cheeks flushed, lips swollen—you don’t think you’ll ever get used to seeing Minghao like this.

You gasp loudly when you feel his cock brush against your already sensitive folds, burying your face into the crook of his neck as he runs one hand up and down your body. “Spread your legs a little,” he mutters, tapping at your knee so that you raise your thighs so he can settle better between you.

You’re about to egg him on and tell him to speed it up but then Minghao is punching the air out of your lungs in one ruthless thrust, forcing his fat cock into you in one go.

You’re in such a haze right now, you almost forget that you’ll have to face your brother and parents in less than an hour. Minghao and Jun were, after all, going back to Korea today, but your pre-orgasmic state pushes away the nasty thought of having to say goodbye to your boyfriend and brother so soon after having them to yourself.

It wasn’t easy, of course—the first few months after you came back home from Korea with the title of being Minghao’s girlfriend hanging above your head. It was what he’d been most worried about, when he first asked you to make things official the night before you left.

“I know what I’m doing Minghao, trust me.”

And trust you, he did. He trusted you when you were kids, when he was just your brother’s best friend, when you called him (almost) every night, and he trusts you now, as he’s ramming his cock into you.

Gripping onto his back tightly, you lodge your bottom lip between your teeth as you feel the rough drag of Minghao’s cock against your walls when he pulls his hips back halfway before pounding himself back in.

“God, fuck—I’m gonna miss this so much,” he grunts, punctuating his last word with an especially harsh thrust that has your body lurching against the sheets.

“M-me too,” you gasp, forcing your eyes open so you can watch the way his neck is strained and eyes are dilated as Minghao looks down at you.

“Yeah?” Minghao chuckles between heavy breaths, using one hand to cup your jaw while the other goes down to pinch at your clit. The touch against your sensitive nub as your mouth goes wide as you whine into Minghao’s mouth, lips swallowing up your loud moans while he kisses you.

Tongue and teeth meet in a clashing mess as you struggle to hold onto your last bit of sanity, his rough movements against your clit now turning to more a sharp and calculated circular motion that has you clenching around his cock.

“Minghao, fuck—” Your curse is cut off by the obnoxious ringing of your phone from the nightstand. Minghao groans, stilling his movements while his cock is pressed balls deep inside of you as he reaches over and grabs it.

“Just hang up,” you instruct but Minghao sighs, holding it up to show you the caller ID. Rolling your eyes, you grab the phone and hold it up to ear as you try and calm down your erratic breaths.

“Jun, I’m kind of busy—”

“I don’t care. Just make sure you guys come in like the next hour,” Jun says into the phone before pausing. “Why are you breathing like—ew. Gross. Forget I ever called. Well, don’t forget what I said, but you get the point. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to vomit now.”

Your phone beeps before the call cuts and you throw it to the side, clutching Minghao’s face to smash his lips on yours. “You heard him,” you mumble into his lips. “We don’t have a lot of time …”

Minghao sighs heavily, pressing his forehead to yours when you pull your lips away and glance down at the wet mess where his cock slams into your cunt. You feel your orgasm creep up on you again, tickling your stomach and spreading through your bones as you begin to squirm beneath him.

“Fuck, I’m close,” you moan, starting to lift your hips weakly to meet his thrusts while Minghao presses wet kisses to your collarbone. Your skin feels like it’s on fire and every snap of his hips is sending you closer and closer to the edge until you feel his cock twitch inside of you, triggering the storm to clock in on you. “‘m cumming—fuck, Hao, feels s’good. Feel s‘full,” you mewl when his eyes finally meet yours and you let go.

Your limbs convulse in a haphazard mess as a long awaited orgasm racks through your body, the waves of pleasure only heightening when you feel Minghao’s thick spurts of cum shoot through your swollen cunt. He weakly thrusts into you for a few final moments until you’re both in a buzzing, overstimulated haze, his body going limp when he finally collapses on top of you.

“Do you think we have time for another—” Minghao begins to ask, lifting his head to look at you when you lightly smack a hand over his head.

“Minghao, this is our third round,” you groan when he slips out of you, rolling off of you so you have room to cool down.

“And? I’m not going to see you for at least another month,” he whines, squeezing your cheek from the side.

Pressing a kiss to the side of his cheek, you murmur, “I wish we could but you heard Jun. We need to shower, still …”

Minghao rolls his eyes, propping himself up on his arms, eyes flickering between you and the shower before smirking. “So … are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“You horndog,” you scoff, sitting up straight as Minghao gets up from the bed. He turns to you, an eyebrow raised.

“So is that a yes or a no?”

Giggling, you kick the covers off and follow after him. “Only if you’re quick with it.”

Minghao grabs your arm, yanking you close to him as you stumble into the bathroom. “I love you,” he murmurs, your tits pressing close to his chest.

“I love y—” The words melt on your tongue before they can be heard, Minghao’s mouth engulfing your breath.

You’ll really have to apologize to Jun for being late.

#svt smut #seventeen imagines #svt scenarios #seventeen smut #seventeen scenarios #xu minghao x reader #xu minghao smut #xu minghao fluff #xu minghao #minghao drabbles #minghao x reader #minghao imagines #minghao smut #minghao #toruro writes

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ashersanity · 6 months

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Oh, Kylar headcanons. Here I go.

First time I’m even writing about anyone else, but Whitney. Happens once in a blood moon. Kylar’s actually how I even discovered DOL in the first place. Saw art of them online, thought “wow, what a cute looking girl”, sought them out first in the game.

—Biggest whiplash I ever got. I mean, I knew they were a yandere, still crazy as fuck. Doesn’t make them any less cuter though, even if they probably shower once a month.

content warning! : knife play, mentions of blood, lots of blood, kylar being a freak in general

SFW :

Has that awkward little smile, the typa person to do the peace sign in a photo, teeth fully showing with their disheveled dark fringe obscuring their vision. I like to think that Kylar looks like that in their family painting, standing there all stiff with that awkward, shy grin of theirs, light flush on their cheeks. Makes me wanna pinch it, not gonna lie.

Makes silly little comics for you on a weekly basis just to hear you laugh, sketches up an idea in mind, colors the whole thing in their sketchbook before handing you the finished result at lunch in the cafeteria. Absolutely loves the sound of your laughter, giggles, snickering or snorting (no matter how you laugh). Just brings a proud grin to their face to see you happy and that they’re the one responsible for it, making your lips curl up into that smile of yours that they like to see.

Would treasure anything you give them, wether it be the scraps of paper that you left behind in class or even better, something handmade from you. Kylar is keeping it all, scarred hands tracing over the gift you gave them, making sure to place it high on their shelves to admire or near their desk to always be in reach. If it’s a sweater or some other clothing, they’re wearing it all the time, 24/7, needs you to tell them to take it off at one point.

Doesn’t take care of themselves at all, main reason why Kylar’s room is a complete and utter mess and they look like they haven’t showered in months while wearing the same old dark hoodie. It’s not their fault though, why spend time taking proper care of their body and mind when they could spend it watching you? Plus after the incident with their parents, it’s been hard cleaning around the house.. So, PC takes it upon themselves to give them the care that they deserve, cooks them meals, helps them pick up dirty laundry off the floor, makes sure the loner washes themselves on a daily basis, even takes a bath with them at times. I like to think they even have a rubber ducky in their bathtub that they got from PC, treasures it dearly with a smile on their face.

The loner may not take good care of themselves, but they definitely take extra good care of their knife. It’s like their prize really, for some innate reason, maybe gifted by their parents? Students avoiding them because of the look on the freak’s face, the way they lovingly stare at their weapon like it’s their beloved, obviously when they’re not busy staring at you. Rubs and sharpens it everyday, the silver sound soothing them. Would also give PC a knife of their own, if only the game mechanics allowed Kylar to do so.

Sucks at cleaning, really it’s kind of sad how bad this freak sucks at cleaning, can’t sweep up the manor for the life of them. Doesn’t help that Kylar is sort of clumsy, carrying a bunch of plates and dishes only to trip on some invisible atom and pathetically land right on their face, bringing the plates with them to break. Actually, just add this scene in the game. It’d be funny.

If you thought they were bad at housekeeping and dusting up corners.. Their cooking is much worst. Much, much worst. Fuck, you don’t want Kylar to ever be a stay-at-home spouse because they’d accidentally poison you with their cooking. Brings you the most burnt-looking thing, shit, you don’t even know if it’s meat or vegetables. Wears a smile on their face like they didn’t just fuck up the entire kitchen, PC forced to clean up right after.

Just listing all the things they’re bad at this point, sucks at singing too if it weren’t obvious with that pathetic tune of theirs that they sung to a poor kidnapped PC. You’re just forced to stand there as Kylar sings “happy birthday” to you on your birthday, voice cracking and off tune, second cake in hand that they bought from the store because the first homemade one got burnt. Doesn’t mean it isn’t cute though, their little squeaky voice and proud smile is hard to resist at the end of it all.

This is practically canon. Kylar has the weirdest sleeping postions possible, feet on the headboard, sprawled out sheets along with their extended arms that are just hanging from the bed. Goes to sleep one night in a normal way, y’know, on their back and they just wake up on their floor, in the middle of the kitchen. Only way the loner can sleep normally is if you’re with them, cuddling and holding onto you for dear life or so they say. (It’s just an excuse to be in the same bed as you and hug you)

Surprise, surprise, the little freak has bad posture. Who would’ve known, really? That’s what you get for drawing, hunching and being on your monitor all day. Makes them look smaller than they already are since they have the tendency to just hunch down and be invisible to the world because they don’t like to draw attention to themselves. Needs PC to constantly remind them to sit straight on their chair in class or at home unless they want scoliosis.

NSFW :

Into knifeplay, anything to do with their beloved knife that they get to use on you. Would not hurt you with it, well.. unless it involved marking you though, the town needs to know that you’re Kylar’s beloved spouse, right? Tracing along your skin with the silver, only to press it deep enough to leave a mark, proudly carves their name right into your flesh, adds a heart too at the end of it because they’re “romantic” like that. Eagerly laps up the blood with their tongue as a way to clean you up, but really they just wanna taste anything that comes out of your body. (fuck, they’re gross).

Shit, Kylar always gets jealous whenever they catch you touching yourself on their monitors. Even more so with toys. Why have the need to masturbate when they can just be there with you? You don’t need a dildo/pocket pussy! You have them! And only them. Just know that they’re matching their strokes and movements with yours through the screen, wishing they could be right there with you on the bed. Sneaking into your bedroom at night to lick and suck at the used toys, savouring the mess you left on the fleshy plastic and throwing it right out after because the loner will be your personal toy next time.

Pretty obvious by now that they have a scent kink. Anything to do with your smell wether it be the clothes you wear or your bedsheets and blankets, they’re sniffing it. Hard. It’s just so goddamn intoxicating for the little gremlin. They get light-headed from your scent alone, uses your stolen underwear to get themselves off, musky scent and fabric pressed against their nose, inhaling deeply with their eyes closed. Purposely finishes right on it just to meld your pheromones together because Kylar is a nasty freak.

They’re willing to dress up for you. You know what that means.. Unlike Whitney, the stubborn little shit, they’d slip on any outfit you’d ask for them, no matter how lewd. Want a little maid that’ll serve your every need? They’re doing it. Just don’t expect the house to be spotless because fuck, they suck at cleaning. A bunny outfit with the black ears, fishnets and everything? Kylar is willingly spreading their legs on the bed, giving you free view of their exposed skin because that’s what a good lover does for their spouse, huh? Definitely gushes every time you compliment how good they look in the fabric too, face turning red and thighs pressing together to hide their arousal.

Oh, did I not mention? They have the biggest praise kink in the world. Tell them they’re doing good during sex, they’re cumming on the spot, making a mess of themselves and blubbering all the while. Needs to be told they’re doing well, god, even better if it’s from you. Your validation is the only thing Kylar seeks for besides their parents which is.. kinda impossible now. Give them a pat on the head, ruffle their hair and call them a “good boy/girl”. That’s all you need to do, the loner will become putty in your hands.

Enthusiastically gives you head whenever you want, just say the word and Kylar is already on their knees, comfortably settled between your thighs. Their head game though.. well, not that it’s bad, it’s just that they’re a bit extreme about it (and a virgin). Makes the most obscene noises, slurping, messily leaves a trail of saliva, full tongue and everything. There’s no need to stuff their face right into your crotch, but they still do it like it’s their last meal.

If Whitney is an exhibitionist, then Kylar is a voyeur, despite wanting to be the only one to give you pleasure, they wouldn’t be against you putting on a little show for them. Namely that of pleasuring yourself right in front of them on their bed or even English class. Just know that the loner is doing the same, shakily holding their pencil with one hand, drawing into their sketchbook to ingrain the scene into their head while their free one is busy with something else beneath the desk..

Unrelated, but also related. Can we agree that just like M!Kylar has the fattest cock on earth, F!Kylar has the biggest fucking tits in the world? I’m talking enormous, cow-size milkers, GIGANTIC. F!Kylar with a flat chest or small tits is also cute, but LORD. IM TALKING LIKE @saint700’s DESIGN OF F!KYLAR, FATTEST TITS, BIGGER THAN WHITNEY’S. YEAH, BIGGER THAN HERS!! TYPA ONES YOU’D GROPE AND SUCK AT, SOFT FLESH IN YOUR HAND AND CUTE PINK, LITTLE NIPPLES THAT PERK UP. AAAAAAUUUUUGGGHHGHH!!!!

Anyway, that’s it. Ignore the last part. Didn’t mean it. (Yeah, I did.)

#dol #degrees of lewdity #kylar the loner #dol kylar #degrees of lewdity kylar #haha #they’re kinda cute #I won’t lie #except for the yandere part #asher writes

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forlorn-crows · 3 months

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Ooooooo Crow u wanna write about Mist milking Zeph's cute little tits soooooo bad

-Void

i hate you for ever suggesting that 1) zephyr has little titties and 2) they wreak havoc on the others by making them leak

what do you get when you put a strict top and a dom in the same room? you get a very soup-brained air ghoul who absolutely "hates" losing to daddy mist and her clever fingers

they/them zephyr (cock for their anatomy) and she/her intersex mist (cock/cunt for hers, though only the cock is mentioned here). good ole lactation kink w/a spicy side of Daddy mist ahead

If you asked Zephyr if they liked to be broken, taken down to studs, they'd vehemently deny it. Very few things—and very few ghouls—can ruffle their feathers and challenge that cool, unbothered facade that graces their features. If they’re ever submitting, it’s their idea, through and through. They swear it.

Mist is the anomaly.

Zephyr doesn’t know how she gets them to play (and lose) her little games. They’ll swear up and down they hate her dirty talk, her degradation, hate the way she can get their eyes to roll from just a little pinch to their nipples, hate how she makes their brain go fuzzy by simply grinding their cocks together. Somehow, she never fails to break them down to the barest of bones—and suck out the marrow while she’s at it.

They hate it. You have to believe them.

“You like being daddy’s little baby, don’t you?” Mist coos at them now, straddling their lap with them bullied straight-backed against the headboard. Tiny hands roaming all over their neck, their chest. Pressing and prodding at all the spots that somehow make them incapable of forming coherent thoughts.

Zephyr makes some unintelligible protest, a pink blush blooming on their cheeks.

“I think you do,” Mist answers for them. “You don’t have to pretend for me, hm?” She smooths her thumb across their lips, smirking when they part easily. “There you are, no need for scowling. Daddy’ll make it better.”

Her hands float back down to their tits, puffy and full and begging for attention. Mist had pulled them into her room when she noticed the twin spots on their t-shirt this morning, even through the black fabric. She had licked her fangs, giving them her signature predatory look that meant You’re mine.

Mist tweaks one of their nipples, sighing happily when a drop of fluid leaks out and drips onto their pants. She pinches the other, wringing a drop out of that one too.

“Takes nothing to get you to leak, does it, little bird?” The water ghoulette cups their swollen chest with both hands, framing pert nipples between her thumb and pointer fingers. Squeezing against the build up of pressure just so, just until that sweet milk flows out and dribbles over her hands.

“Mist,” Zephyr groans, wringing their hands into the sheets. “Lucifer, oh.”

She echoes their noise with an empathetic, slightly exaggerated one of her own. “So wet, baby. Just like a water ghoul,” she tuts.

Their cock kicks in their pants traitorously. They try to shake their head, deny it somehow. But it’s futile under Mist’s nimble hands and her wicked tongue.

“You are though, look at that.” She holds up a hand in front of their nose, wet with streaks of milk. Zephyr whimpers—curse the Dark One below, they fucking whimper—head lolling backwards like it’s just too heavy for their shoulders. A sure sign of their imminent defeat once again.

Mist knows it too. Always knows when they reach the delicious point of no return. She surges forward, melting her body against theirs, looming over them with a gaze so piercing it could cut glass. Hungry. She rubs her nose along Zephyr’s, slow and teasing. Relishing in the fact she’s about to take away the last shreds of their control.

“Want a taste, little bird?” she whispers, holding their chin and slipping her thumb between their lips.

The roll of her hips that follows and the taste of themselves on their tongue is just the beginning of their demise.

#ask #void #ficlet #the band ghost #ghost fanfic #the band ghost fanfic #mist ghoulette #zephyr ghoul #mist/zephyr #zephyr/mist #zephyr x mist #mist x zephyr #intersex mist #cw: lactation kink #i hope you like void im kind of on the struggle bus today so its short <3 #yeah you fuckin got me #*points at you* your turn to write zephyr and mountain tho #i know this isnt everyones thing sorry if you were hoping for somethin else

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prodshima · 10 months

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love languages (two) 𖤐

warnings: signs of mental instability (?), idk but that's about it, it's all just fluff <3 tell me if i missed anything :)

characters: kuroo & hajime

notes: in honor of me turning seventeen today, here is the part two of love languages! <3 i hope im not too rusty crusty haha :D!

-> click here for: [ part one ]

kuroo tetsuro - acts of service

kuroo tetsuro is a man who never fails to reach the book men level of standard.

you think that maybe he’s not actually real and some kind of illusion, because how could be a man be so perfect?

well, apparently he is and you must’ve saved multiple planets because for whatever reason— he’s your boyfriend in this universe.

—

“baby? i brought you your favorite coffee and some pastries” the said man says as he pushes the bedroom door open

you quickly turn around to the sweet voice of your boyfriend, he’s wearing the biggest grin on his face that reciprocates yours while holding up your favorite coffee in his hand and bread on the other

just like a child when they’re given their favorite stash of candy.

“matcha latte?” you scramble away from your where you’re sat in to where he is, kicking away the scattered tissue boxes and paper bags

kuroo chuckles, pecking your forehead lightly “mhm, you got it, baby. you feeling better now?”

you nod, “uh uh, i’m doing okay now, just doing my physics assignments to catch up for tomorrow and i still have some cleaning to do… i think im gonna get sick again if i don’t”

sounds of laughter fills up the room as the both of you glance around the room, looking at each other again with a scrunch

“i’ll help you clean up and don’t overwork yourself, okay? don’t wanna see my baby getting sick again” kuroo laughs as he pinches your cheek before moving to sit on your bed, reaching into his bag

“oh and here’s your physics and maths notes, baby, i figured i could use my vacants to attend a couple of your missed classes” sounds of rustling follows as he hands you neatly highlighted papers

your mouth drops open in shock

just the thought that your boyfriend chose to spend his free time writing notes for his sick partner and listened to professors ramble for god knows how long instead of enjoying his once-in-a-lifetime rest hours

kuroo knows how much you struggle with these classes, not to mention that you’ve missed a couple days because of how sick you got.

“god, you didn’t have to do all that but thank you so much, tetsu, i love you a lot” you snake your hands around his neck to pull him down, kissing his lips

“well i got my reward, didn’t i?”

he smirks

sneaky little shit.

iwaizumi hajime - words of affirmation

it’s one of those days again.

those days where your ugly thoughts are winning over you and swallowing you whole, leaving you in a state of insecurity about yourself and your relationship with other people

it’s crazy how doubt can take over those positive thoughts you’ve tried to build over the months, only for it to be ruined by some evil monster inside your head that’s so against seeing you happy— there’s only so much you can do and you hate to think that it has succeeded.

but then iwaizumi hajime is always there to protect you.

he becomes your personal shield from all those monsters with just his words, his words that have seems to always save you from getting those thoughts into your head

“darling, is there something wrong?” hajime asks, his hand coming up to caress your cheek, worry evident on his face

how come he always knows even when you don’t say anything?

you wonder how, when it’s actually the silence that concerns him, he knows that you love making small talks with him just as he loves hearing your voice when you ramble about your day

it has become a part of your routine at this point, whether it's about your annoying professors, how you almost tripped over something, and even just about a cute dog you saw for two seconds on the street

and he's also powerhouse setter for god's sake, he's always perceptive and is quick when it comes to body languages and whatever happens around him

“it’s nothing, haj, i'm fine. just a little bit tired from school.” you whisper as you tiptoe to give him a kiss but instead, a gasp is forced out of you as he carries you bridal style into to the bedroom

hajime kicks through the door, still rubbing circles on your leg. he knows you're not feeling good and just don't wanna be a "hindrance", but to him, nothing and no one is more important than you

and you know this, but those ugly thoughts just disagrees and wants you to be miserable about every little thing. you hate that no matter what you do, they still manage push their way in and ruin your day

hajimes kisses your forehead and the tip of your nose lightly, "i don't wanna force you to talk about it if you're not ready just yet but remember that i'm all ears, okay? i love you so much, baby, you're perfect for me, always and whatever's bothering you is our problem, mhm?"

he must be an angel— you think, he's always patient with you and doesn't belittle you for having your moments of weaknesses that he says is a disguise of strength and that you being there with him despite everything makes you one of the bravest people out there

perhaps, he is — and you're one lucky person to be able to call him yours.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x you #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fics #iwaizumi fluff #iwaizumi imagines #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi scenarios #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi x y/n #kuroo x y/n #kuroo x you #kuroo scenarios #kuroo imagines #kuroo x reader

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thewriterg · 2 years

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♡︎our sweet venice♡︎

Pairing(s): Tom Holland x Fem!reader, Tom Holland x Actress!reader, Aussie!reader, costars to lovers

Summary: You and Your costar Tom Holland are on Press tour and on one of your first interviews Everyone can’t help but watch two kids fall in love —flufftober day; 14—

Word count: 1.9k

Warning(s): Fluff, mutual pinning, cute puppies, hot accents, I’m not proofreading until I wake up —it’s litteraly 1:40am–, and Language

A/n: —GIF’s aren’t mine— Fact about me I lived in Australia for like two/three years or so

“G’day my names Tom Holland and I play Nate Drake in Uncharted” You stated seriously staring at the camera looking over to Tom before you could break your ‘cover’ with a smile while Tom played along

“My name is Y/n Y/l/n and I play Nairobi Copeland in Uncharted, and Today we’re gonna play with some puppies —the first ones to be back— and attempt to answer your guy’s questions” Tom finally broke out Into a smile turning his head to face you while your mirrored his actions before slapping your hands down on your thighs

"Alright gettin' pretty inpatient lad where are these puppies!" You exclaimed while Tom nodded his head in agreement while throwing small glances in your direction that went unnoticed by you

“Yes, please bring us puppies” Tom requested fondly and if you listened close enough you could hear the little animals scratching at the door

“Are we gonna get them all at on-” Your sentence was cut off by a small gasp as one of the assistant’s carried two puppies in her arm passing one to you and following along with Tom

“Oh hello little fellow” Tom cooed in greeting a high pitched baby voice never faltering as he talked to the young dog softly pinching its cheeks his eyebrows furrowed with a smile permanently plastered on his face

You both cradled the small puppies into your chest before a couple more of the small creatures had approached you two wagging their tails panting softly and wobbling on their four legs

“They’re so tiny aye?” You pouted your bottom lip poking out as one of the puppies yawned against your chest while Tom began sniffing their fur beside you

“Oh they smell so good” You’d chuckled before picking up one of the pups that had ran passed you into your embrace lifting it in the air placing a few kisses on its cheeks before sniffing behind it’s ears before you began to nod along with Tom’s statement

“What was it like filming uncharted”

“It was amazing, it was incredible, it’s a film about expirations so it made sense to us that we needed to be on practical locations you know In Barcelona etc.” Tom had answered by himself while you were distracted by the two puppies who slept in between you leg while you held one in the air under its arms rubbing your noses together

“Y’know i wonder what they think is goin’ on look at that one, you wanna go play go ahead baby. What was your question?” Your attention finally shifted to the interview who had just smiled at you along with Tom who shook his head at your antics

“What was your favorite stunt to film for Uncharted and did you have a stunt devil?”

“My favorite stunt for Uncharted- Oh hello honey go on, was probably when Tom and I had swung from the lights at the Augustine auction house and neither of us had stunt devils in this movie” You’d answered softly playing tug of war with the puppy with the lightest fur out of the bunch with a baby blue and white collar it didn’t take a genius to observe that you and Tom favored it

“What were we talking about!? Favorite stunts there’s a stunt where in the movie- Oh hello, this is a big one he’s gonna be a big dog. I like the stunt where I fall out the back of the plane from getting hit by a car that was a lot of fun” The brunette stated as a matter of factly tickling a pups side in his arms gently

“They are loving your shoes mate” You chuckled pointing while You and Tom stared at the two puppies attempting to teethe at each unnecessarily expensive shoe that rested on Toms feet

“These aren’t my shoes I’m borrowing them so you can do whatever you want to them, come on get in there” You’d giggled at Toms encouraging the little four legged animals to do something the were indeed not supposed to be doing while the brunette looked over at you with a soft smile of his own

“Tom what was your favorite scene to film with Y/n Y/l/n and Y/n what was your favorite scene to film with Tom Holland”

“I have two favorite scenes filmed with Y/n One is when I set out the fake coordinates, and everything expecting her to take it and when Nate wakes up she’s still there, she didn’t betray him and that leads to a very hot make-out session” Tom finished his rant Wiggling his eyebrows while you chuckled nudging his his shoulder with a smile this time no puppies catching his attention as he spoke oh so fondly about you

“My next scene is when Probably when She gives me a run for my damn money In the one fight scene we had. Nate was trying to convince Nairobi to come back into the Plan after Sully had revealed everything about Sam and Sierra, our dead siblings and we had a small ‘little’ fight chairs were thrown, blood was spilled, wine glasses were smashed no biggy” Tom sarcastically finished finally going back to rubbing the puppies who nudged into his side

“My favorite scene with Tom Holland I think is personally underrated, it’s when Nairobi and Nate are stuck under the fountain and the water is filling up and everything and finally when Sully turns the key Nate swims to the top and he realizes like ‘oh shit Nairobi’ he swims back down brings her up to the surface he does cpr in a panic it was just a very fond moment I personally think” You finished a small of smile never leaving your face while you spoke with your hands despite three puppies being tucked into your arms

“These dogs are rippin’ those shoes Mate” You shook your head in moc disbelief watching the little dogs attempt to nibble and gnaw on the shoes that were to strong for their teeth

“I can’t wait to send these shoes back to Christian and be like ‘I’m so sorry’ ”

“It’s quite cute their little teeth can’t get in there, your stylist is gonna be hacked off though”

“Y/n what is something Tom says a lot and Tom what is something Y/n says a lot?”

“I’ve been waiting for a question like this man!” Tom sat up from laying on his stomach while you laughed wholeheartedly

“So sometimes Y/n randomly layers Her accent to the point where you can barely understand what she’s saying” The brunette pointed a finger at you accusingly while you threw your hands up in surrender careful not to wake the two puppies who rested in your lap

“So number one is Mate I think that’s a given i say that a good amount of times myself, Two is snag and I found that so hard to understand the way she through like four different phrases together please show them I’m staring to sound like a crazy person” Tom pouted his arm stretched to the camera to back up his point

“So we were filming and we had about and hour and a half Lunch and Tom was talking to one of our directors and I wanted to mess with him a bit so I walked towards him and I started spazzin’ like ‘Ay Tommy would you like a snag on the Barbie mate?’ And ‘I got absolutely pissed at the outback dude’ And the look on his face was so hilarious” The interviewers behind the camera were beyond amused at the story while Tom nodded his head along

“So continuing Lad and Lass is pretty embedded into her vocabulary, along with init, and for some strange reason people will always ask her to do ‘the thing’ and like she immediately knows and just burst like Cleo naur” Tom stretched while you laughed clutching you stomach at the confusion imbedded on his face

“Just let me catch a breather mate” You held up and finger attempting to calm yourself from bursting fits of laughter

“No matter what the situation is bloody hell will always make its way Into one of Tom’s sentences, Darling every second of the day of course but it’s adorable you could never be mad at it, Tea is pretty stuck into his word vomit, and his odd word is definitely knackered. So it was something going on with our hotel rooms the first like three days of the tour so we just settled with one room double beds, had a sleepover all is well aye? It’s like two in the mornin’ random all I hear is ‘I’m fucking knackered mate!’”

It was Toms turn to laugh while you shook your head reliving the moment one of the moments he missed most actually before scooting closer towards you masking the closure of space with his attention focussed on the puppies that rested in your lap

“What is something you have tried from each other and what we’re your thoughts on it?”

“So I’ve actually have tried a good amount of things coming from Tom like crumpets, chicken tikka masala, and a Fry up I was honestly thought Tommy had gone mad man beans and toast had probably been the oddest thing of my life but I believe I ate everything except maybe the mushrooms”

“Y/n has made me try more snacks than food a bad habit of her but I have to admit darling Vegemite —it’s like this dark spread you eat with toast— was a absolutely awful I do however like everything else she’s given me to try like meat pies, fairy bread, I really enjoyed TimTams, Milo it’s like This chocolate milk and it’s very delightful”

“Alright guys Uncharted is out, please go to the cinema and enjoy it I hope you have a wonderful ride and enjoy the escapism” Tom exclaimed while the puppies ran around and continued to play with one another continuously running in and out of the camera frame

“All of these beautiful puppies that you’ve seen here are adoptable, they are from north shore animal league so find these guys a wonderful home they deserve it” You smiled towards the camera your head leaned up against Toms shoulder while a puppy with a baby blue collar never left your arms using your cardigan as a blanket

“Y/n we can’t lie to the people” Tom over dramatically gasped while you smiled fondly at your slip up you’d made and the man on the side of you antics

“Would you like to tell them?”

“Not thank you darling be my guest”

“So guys, not all of these pups you see here are adoptable. If you watched the video closely you would’ve been able to see that all the pups have collars but none of them tags. Except one” The camera zoomed into the sleeping puppy in your arms the light reflecting of the gold tag

“This.. is our daughter. She is the youngest out of the bunch standing at three and a half weeks old, and her name is Venice ” You finished looking up to Tom to go more in depth about how you both chose her which he did so gladly

You’d finally finished the interview giving your last goodbye to the small puppies left for another home while You and Tom walked out of the building with him cooing over your shoulder at the sleeping baby in your arms You both couldn’t seem to wait to raise your four legged child together climbing up another wall of each other’s perspective

“Our sweet Venice” You sighed loving while Tom smiled at You raising the umbrella in his hand while all three of you walked down the street

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x yn #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x fem!reader #romance #flufftober #kinktober #fall 2022 #fluff #smut #i love you #fem!reader #thewriterg

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patheticbabie · 11 months

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For the made up fic title: Heart Shaped Box 💕

Heart Shaped Box - Jason Todd x reader

It’s cliché really, people tell you being best friends with the opposite gender never works out, that one of you will fall for the other. And here he was a big fucking cliché, sat across from his best friend, watching her tell a story of her falling down the stairs among other bad things, that had happened to her leading up to their hang out, or maybe she’s just clumsy, he thought to himself. He couldn’t help but watch her with soft eyes, and an even softer smile.

“...it’s like the whole universe is against me today, first the stairs, then I can’t do my winged eyeliner right, no milk for coffee, I didn’t have breakfast, and then some idiots have a slow reaction time and don’t know how to drive? Tell me I’m not going insane, right?” she said all in one breath and she looked at him with an angry pout

He couldn’t help but laugh and reach across the table to pinch her cheek before her hand swatted him away and gave him a not so threatening glare “no, you’re not princess. Although….I do wish I was there to witness you fall down the stairs” he smirked

“Yeah yeah, my ass still hurts, pretty sure it’s gonna bruise tomorrow” she huffed as she took a sip of her coffee

He nodded in understanding having been in her position before, but as he sat across from her, admiring her, his nerves shot through, suddenly hyper aware of no time is better than the present to get things over and done with. He reached into his pocket and slid a heart shaped box towards her and tapped on it to get her attention. She glanced down at the box, then back up at him with her head tilted to the side, “what’s this? My birthday is 3 months away Jay.”

“I know, but can’t I just give my best friend a little present just for no reason? Go on, open it princess” he said softly

She glanced at him with a soft smile and opened the heart shaped box carefully, and gasped upon seeing a heart shaped necklace. Delicately she took out the heart shaped necklace and gazed at it in awe. He didn’t know he was holding his breath and was daydreaming before registering that she had asked him something.

“Huh? Sorry, what did you ask again?”

“I said it’s beautiful Jay, can you help me put it on? I wanna wear it now and show it off.” she whispered, afraid to break the moment they were currently in. She watched as he got up from his seat across from her, and made his way behind her. Sweeping her hair to one side, she held her breath as she felt his feather like touch along her neck, before carefully clasping the necklace around her neck with such carefulness. His touch lingered there, as he slowly bent down to place a kiss to her neck and shoulder, unaware that both of their hearts were beating very fast.

“There, looks even more beautiful on you, princess” so yeah, maybe people were right, it’s a big fucking cliché to fall in love with your best friend, but maybe that’s what both of them wanted to be. A big cliché, who’s destined to fall for their best friend, whether they give cute presents in heart shaped boxes or that they’re there to listen to you ramble on about how the universe is out to get you.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd x you #red hood x you #candice writes #;babies ask

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I like (actually love) you! (Adrian Chase x female reader)

Request: Hey, I know this might be kinda similar in concept to the fic you posted today but it's different enough I'm still send in the request and hopefully you like it. I want to request something where Adrian and the reader are friends with benefits who are in love, but they're both worried to tell the other their feelings. The reader decides to try and move on so they go on dates and Adrian is really jealous about it and finally confesses he's in love with them (also kinda hoping it can be a little smutty cause I love your Adrian smut).

Request: i love the way you write adrian especially jealous/possessive adrian! it's so hot. can you write something where adrian and the reader flirt sometimes but the reader doesn't think adrian actually has feelings for her so she tries to move on; she shows up at hq really dressed up for a date and everyone compliments her but adrian is super irritated and the reader doesn't realize it's because he's insanely jealous. and he stops her from going on the date and smut happens.

Let’s go!!

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Warnings: smut, fingering, p in v, jealously, soft dom Adrian, oral (fem receiving), small amount of angst, mentions of insecurities, mentions of sex, fluff

Adrian’s and your relationship was weird.

Okay now that is a weird start to this, but this was the clearest way to explain it. Adrian Chase and you had a weird relationship.

It wasn’t like you both didn’t get along. As a matter of fact it was the opposite. Adrian and you got along really well.

Too well actually..

“Well don’t you look fucking delicious today..” Adrian grinned as you walked in. You grew flustered shooting him back a grin.

“What you hungry Chase? Wanna eat me up?” Adrian gaped at you for a moment before shaking his head with a chuckle.

“I mean if you really want me too. I will just say the word unless you’re joking then I am too.”

You laughed taking a seat next to him. “You’re funny Adrian.”

He smacked your hand trying to keep the smile off his face as you leaned forward pinching his cheek.

Adrian grabbed your hand biting your wrist playfully as you laughed. “Lucky you’re cute Chase.”

“If I’m cute then you’re fucking adorable.”

Emilia rolled her eyes hearing you both as she walked in. “Alright enough you two. Where the hell is everyone else so we could get the meeting started?”

The team hated, but also liked that Adrian and you got along. It was obvious there was tension between you both. They were just waiting for one of you to bite the bullet and tell the other how you felt.

“Adrian! Would you mind grabbing me a water?” You called out from your desk continuing to type your reports. Adebayo smiled a bit as Adrian wordlessly got up walking to the fridge you all had gotten in the small record shop.

“Adrian-” You were cut off by the water being held in front of your face. You grinned accepting it tilting your head back to stare up at Adrian.

“Thank you Adrian.” He nodded with a grin going so far as to open the bottle for you before setting it down.

You grabbed his wrist before he pulled away placing a small kiss on it missing the way he grew flustered. Adrian stared as you took a gulp of the water before getting back to work.

Chris gagged gaining both of your attentions. “Get a room and fuck already..”

You smiled looking down bashfully as Adrian laughed shaking his head. “We’re just friends dude.”

Emilia stared as you flinched a bit at his words. “Yeah..friends.”

Adrian nodded ruffling your hair before retaking your seats.

This wouldn’t be the first time one of them tried to call out you guys for the obnoxious flirting only for Adrian to shoot down you guys being anything more than friends.

It was very confusing to you. It’s the only reason why you would describe your relationship with him as weird.

You wanted more.

Craved it even, but it seemed like to Adrian all you both would ever be is friends. Which kinda stung. If he just wanted to stay friends then why did he flirt with you? Or treat you specially?

You sighed growing frustrated with the latest assignment. It was your job to do all the research to help the team prepare and it was stressing you out.

“You okay?” You glanced up hearing Adrian.

“Yeah. Just a bit stressed I wanna get this done, but at the same time I’m having a hard time decoding some stuff..” He nodded in understanding standing behind you to massage your shoulders.

You groaned out in relief feeling his breath hit the top of your head. “You gotta relax pretty girl..”

“I mean if you keep massaging my shoulders like that I probably will.” Adrian grinned at your words kissing your forehead.

“Your hands are magic..”

“That’s not the only thing they can do.” You choked a bit hearing his words. Adrian stopped as you turned your face eyeing him. He was close.

Closer than you originally thought.

His breath fanned your face. You unconsciously licked your lips when you caught his gaze on them.

“You smell good.” He whispered out wanting nothing more than to kiss you. You gripped the pen in your hand tightly wanting nothing more than to leap up and kiss him.

“You do too Adrian..” Adrian gulped a bit leaning in letting his lips brush against yours for a second before jumping up hearing the door open.

“I brought some food.” John called out placing a bag in front of you.

“Thanks..” You whispered out a bit disappointed. Adrian nodded patting your back before putting distance between you both. John smiled a bit.

“Did I interrupt something?”

“Psh no no! You guys have to stop with that. Y/N and I are nothing more than friends.”

John raised an eyebrow as you looked down suddenly feeling shameful. You stood up grabbing your stuff.

“I’m gonna head home. Thanks for the food John.”

“Oh did you wanna a ride home-”

“No I’m good Adrian.” You smiled a bit bitterly ignoring his call for you. John sighed shaking his head.

“You’re a fucking idiot.” Adrian stared at John in shock at his words.

You wiped your eyes trying to hide your tears. Adrian only saw you a friend. You think?

Why did he have to be so confusing?...

He made you feel like crap, but so special all at once. Adrian couldn’t have been doing this on purpose right?

All these confusing emotions led you to the bar. Where you planned on spending your night drinking your feelings.

That is where you met Kevin. He was cute. Brown hair with blue eyes..Maybe he’d be a good distraction from the green eyed idiot confusing you.

So one drink with him led to four and you exchanged numbers.

Kevin was nice. He was sweet and he didn’t deny any attraction towards you. You said yes to his proposal of a date feeling a bit giddy when you entered work the next day.

“So you’re in a good mood.” Adebayo pointed out as you adjusted your makeup a bit.

“Oh. I am! I have some plans tonight and I’m really excited!”

“Is that why you’re dressed up?” John spoke up sparing a glance your way. You nodded excitedly.

“Yeah. I look nice right?”

“You look beautiful.” Adrian joined the conversation sitting next to you. You smiled at him a bit before moving back to Adebayo.

“Thanks you guys for noticing. I hope he likes it.”

“Wait who’s he?” Adebayo asked you confused.

“Oh! I have a date tonight it’s why I got dressed up.” Adrian twisted his neck quickly to you.

“Wait you have a date?” You nodded. Emilia walked in catching the last of the conversation with Chris.

Chris whistled shooting you a wink. “Oh trust me Y/N he’ll like it. You clean up nice.”

Emilia nodded taking a seat, “Yeah.”

Adrian gripped the handle of his chair a bit angrily. He thought you both had something going on..Especially after last night. Maybe he was wrong..

“So do you actually like this guy?” Emilia asked wanting to get Adrian angry. She normally wasn’t one to stir the pot, but she was also getting tired of Adrian and you constantly staring at each other.

“I don’t know to be honest. I want too, but again this is only the first date. He is a good guy..” You smiled bashfully growing embarrassed. Adrian grit his teeth as you stood up dusting yourself off.

You couldn’t help but notice he was being weird. Adrian had just been staring at you with a clenched jaw trying to keep his anger in check.

He wanted nothing more than to find out who exactly this guy was and see if he’d broken any laws.

“Alright well I gotta go home. He plans on picking me up.”

“Wait wait! You told him where you live? You don’t even know the guy!” Adrian suddenly bursted out.

You tilted your head confused. He had been so quiet up till now. “I mean I wanna get to know him besides what if I decide to bring him in later.”

Chris laughed at your words. “So you’re trying to get some?”

You shyly nodded, “Maybe. He isn’t bad looking.”

“But that’s dangerous! You don’t know him well enough. I mean he could be a serial killer!” You laughed a bit at his words shaking your head.

“He is not a serial killer. If anything he is probably in more danger next to me considering we kill people for our work.Besides I did not buy new underwear for nothing-” Adrian shook his head standing up.

“Nope.” He muttered out grabbing your hand. Everyone else stared in confusion for a moment as Adrian dragged you away.

“Adrian?” You questioned as he dragged you to one of the backrooms. “Adrian? I gotta get going!”

Emilia shut her laptop sharing a look with the others. John sighed nodding. “Yeah yeah I know. They’re totally gonna fuck.”

“They better clean up.” Adebayo grumbled as Chris smirked a bit.

“Finally he’s making a move.”

Adrian pushed you into the empty cramped restroom closing the door. “Adrian?”

“Don’t go on that date.”

“What?”

“You heard me don’t go on that date. He sounds douchey and you deserve better.”

“Better? Adrian I don’t think you can dictate what I deserve-”

“I know I can’t, but I know he doesn’t deserve you.” You sighed a bit shaking your head.

“Okay you can have your opinion, but unless you can give me a good reason not too I’m going on that date.” You tried to move around him groaning as he grabbed your shoulder pushing you gently in front of him.

“Adrian!” You stomped your foot.

“Y/N please. Don’t go on that date.”

“Why not!?”

“You know why.” Adrian nervously gulped as you stared at him angrily. You grunted a bit shaking your head.

“Adrian move.”

“No.”

“Adrian! You’re being a dick right now. Let me through!”

“Nope, I’m not moving.” He stalked towards you pushing you against the sink.

“Adrian...you said we’re just friends.”

“I lied.”

“You’re a shitty person for doing that then. Kevin is really nice-”

“He maybe nice, but you and I both know he’s not me. It’s what you want right? A way to forget me.”

He hit the your reason dead on. He always was a sharp shooter.

You glared up at him, “I’m not dealing with this shit. Give me a good reason not to go on that date.”

“I know you don’t actually like that guy and I know even though your angry at me. You’d still rather be here in the cramped bathroom than go on that date.”

“Not true-”

“We both know at any moment you could’ve overpowered me and walked out. I didn’t even lock the door.” He smirked as you grew flustered.

“Look I like you like a lot and I don’t want you going on this date with the shitty dude. I know I can treat you fucking better than he can in so many ways..”

Your breath hitched as he leaned in close whispering softly, “If you don’t feel the same and you really wanna go with stupid fucking Kevin. Push me away right now cause if not I’m gonna kiss you before ripping your clothes off and fucking that little attitude away.”

You moaned a bit at his words missing his smile, “Fuck you Chase.” You gripped his shoulders pulling him close kissing him desperately.

Adrian groaned against you smiling as he pulled away to move his kisses down your neck. You panted wrapping your hands around him. “Fucking hot..Fuck..”

“Mine.” He growled against your throat as he slid his hand under your shirt. You nodded without hesitation at his words.

“I’ve been yours for so long..I just didn’t think you liked me Adrian. You confused the hell out of me.” He sucked small marks into your shoulder lifting you on the sink.

“Should’ve made it more clear. I do like you. I actually love you..I just didn’t wanna say it.” You smiled at his words. He pulled his mouth off of your spit slicked collarbone.

“I love you too..”

“Good because you are right. You’ve always been mine kay?”

“Yes I’m yours.” You released a shaky breath as he yanked your shirt off groaning once your bra was revealed.

“Pretty..” He smushed his face into your chest kissing softly reaching behind to undo your clasp. He moaned once your chest was fully revealed. With no hesitation Adrian enveloped your nipple in his mouth.

You thrusted up a bit growing more wetter. He’d hardly touched you and you already felt like you were burning.

“More! More!” You buried your hand in his hair eagerly. Adrian nodded quickly moving away to pull his own shirt off. You gasped feeling him push his bulge against your crotch.

“I can feel your pulsing..Such a desperate whore. You really thought Kevin can do better than me.” You shook your head.

“No! No one is better than you!” You whimpered out as he ground his hips down hard against your crotch. He began to dry hump you cursing as you kissed his shoulder leaving your own marks.

“Adrian please..I’ve wanted this for so long..I need you..” He nodded yanking your pants down pulling you off the sink to kneel before you.

“Gonna make you forget that douche..My fucking pussy. You’re my whore.”

Your face grew red feeling his hand trail up your thigh. “Is this okay?”

You smiled hearing him check in with you. “More than okay..Make me cum Adrian..”

“So demanding didn’t I say I’d fuck that attitude away.” You whined as he rubbed your clit outside your underwear. “You have no idea how fucking angry it made me hearing that you bought these pretty panties for him..”

“I didn’t.” Adrian looked up at you questioningly. “I bought them two weeks back before I met them. I bought them hoping you’d be the one to see them...”

Adrian grinned widely as you bashfully looked away. “You’re so fucking cute. No one but me gets to see you like this now.” He pulled them off of you putting them in his pocket to keep.

“I still need those to wear-”

“They’re mine now. Just like this,” His finger sunk inside of you, “Is also mine.”

You took a shaky breath. “Fuck...”

Adrian grinned fucking your tight cunt with his finger. It was thicker than your own. You moaned thrusting your hips up wanting more of him.

“More more. I can take it please..” Adrian nodded leaning forward to lick your clit. You moaned as he shoved another finger in.

“Fuck me! Please! Shit!” He sped up his fingers watching the way your eyebrows and eyes scrunched up.

“Gonna cum for me so soon pretty girl?”

You nodded, “Yes! Fuck!! Adrian I’m sorry I can’t hold it! I- Fuck!”

He smiled kissing you softly as his thumb began to rub your clit. “You don’t gotta apologize for that..I’ll never stop you from cumming. So go ahead let go for me.”

That was all the permission you needed. You cried out cumming all over his hand. Adrian ripped his hand away latching his mouth to get all of your release in his mouth.

You moaned grabbing his hair thrusting against his mouth to ride out your high. “Sensitive! Sensitive!”

Adrian moved back up kissing you to help bring you down. You whined still wiggling your hips. “Fuck me..Fuck me please Adrian..I was so stupid to think anyone could replace you.”

“You’re not stupid..You have me here now and I was dumb for not doing any of this sooner.” He stood up unbuckling his belt shoving his pants down to his knees not even fully taking them off as he pulled you closer.

You shoved his shirt off needing to feel him close as he tapped his cock against your clit. “Adrian..”

“I know..I’m going in..” He groaned out feeling your tight walls squeeze him. “Relax..please baby fuck you’re so fucking tight. I can’t..I can’t hold back if you squeeze me like this..Such a perfect pussy..Perfect pussy..”

You nodded gripping his shoulder, “Move please..Fuck me Adrian..I’m yours please fuck me-OH FUCK!!”

Adrian began a brutal pace gripping you tightly as he slid in and out with a strong force.

Drool spilled from your mouth. It felt like your body was on fire. “Oh fuck Adrian! So big! You’re splitting me open!”

Adrian groaned latching onto your neck sucking marks, “Oh fuck Y/N..you feel so good why the fuck didn’t we do this sooner..Shit shit! I don’t wanna stop fucking you. Fucking my pussy..”

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop Adrian!! Please fuck me! I don’t wanna ever stop..” You felt tears well in your eyes.

“I will fucking kill anyone who tries to do this with you. I really wanna fucking find this stupid guy you planned on seeing tonight.”

“No no! Adrian no one but you can see me this way and fuck me the way you do! Ohh fuck!!” You whimpered as he leaned down rubbing your clit.

You were drunk on his cock. The way he was driving it deep into you scratching that one spot that made your eyes roll back.

“Harder..please..” Adrian pulled your head back watching the way your eyes teary and red rimmed.

“Does it feel good baby?” You nodded quickly at his question. “Yeah you like the way my cock is fucking you.”

You nodded, “Yes!! I love it!! It feels so good!!! OH ADRIAN!!!”

His eyes widened as your orgasm hit you suddenly with no warning. You moaned scratching his back leaving deep imprints.

Adrian tried to pull back to check on you before moaning out himself once he felt your legs wrap around his waist keeping him inside.

“Don’t stop! Please Adrian! Feels so good!! So much can’t think-Ah!” He nodded lifting you off the sink to push you to the door slamming into you with a force that had the door rattling.

“Look at you being a cock drunk whore. You like me fucking you so much.”

It wasn’t a question. It was a statement.

“Yes I do! Do you like fucking me?” You wanted to make sure he was feeling as good as you were.

Adrian grinned kissing you, “I’m enjoying this so fucking much. Such a pretty girl crying over my cock..I’m close already..”

He whispered breathlessly. You whined feeling overwhelmed by your emotions and the overstimulation but you’d rather die than have Adrian stop.

“I’m gonna cum again!” You cried out sobbing into his shoulder biting down once you felt it hit you.

Adrian groaned mumbling incoherent curses and your name before cumming himself deep inside of you.

“FUCK ME!! Y/N! SHIT SHIT OH FUCK!!”

“Adrian!! Fuck Adrian! Cum inside of me! It feels so good!! So much!!”

He moaned slumping his head in your neck struggling to catch his breath.

You panted pulling his head out to sloppily kiss him not caring about the saliva and drool that spilled between you two.

“Thank you..” Adrian nodded.

“Believe me pleasure was all mine..” You laughed as he set you gently down on the sink counter slipping out of you with a hiss.

“So I’m pretty sure by now you missed your date.” Adrian grinned widely as you smiled.

“That’s okay. I don’t need a date anymore. I’m yours right?”

“You are and don’t you forget it..”

#adrian chase #fanfiction #adrian chase x reader #vigilante fanfiction #adrian chase x you #vigilante x reader #fanfic #vigilante peacemaker #peacemaker #adrian chase peacemaker #adrian chase smut

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ayyy-pee · 9 months

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𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 2: 𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒔

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Pairing: Choso x f! Reader

Summary: A journey through time and all the inevitable changes.

Chapter Warnings: Profanity and stupid ass M*hito, this is a long chapter!

WC: 7.4k

Choso Art By: NC9__

**While not all chapters contain adult content, the themes of this story are targeted towards adults, so minors DNI please.

Choso is so bossy.

It’s all you can think as you watch from your spot in the sand with the little pink haired toddler sleeping on you. Just up ahead, Choso gives orders to his brothers on how to build a sandcastle. It’s failed too many times for you to count by now, but Choso won’t take any advice no matter how hard you try. Just thinking about your earlier attempts makes you annoyed.

“I’m older than you, you know? You have to listen to me!” He stomps, pouting when you argued that his methods weren’t going to be successful.

“Only by a year!”

“Still! I’m twelve now and that’s practically a teenager so you have to listen.”

“Twelve, but you still act like a baby,” you mutter under your breath.

“What?” Choso narrows his eyes at you.

“Nothing, nothing,” you deny, smiling as the child crawls into your lap and lays down. He pops a yellow pacifier into his mouth and closes his eyes.

“Exactly!” Choso grumbles. “Just stay over there with Yuuji and don’t get in the water! Don’t wanna have to save you again.”

“That was like two years ago!”

He ignores you, marching over to his brothers to delegate tasks again.

You’ve known Choso and his brothers for two years now and you can confidently call them your best friends. You’ve got your own relationship with each, though you’re the closest to Choso. Eso and Kechizu are closest with each other, while Choso and you are usually always together. Yuuji is the youngest, almost 2 years old now. Choso tends to dote on him and Yuji loves it.

It’s very cute to watch Choso pinch his baby brother's cheeks, show him how to walk and try to teach him new things. It’s only you at home with your parents, so you’re almost envious of all the time he gets to spend with his siblings and how much love they share between each other.

You only get to see these four during the summers when your family comes down for your annual beach vacations. The Kamo family owns a home in the small beach town just as your family does. You’ve never met their parents, they’re so elusive and mysterious to you. But apparently your parents have spoken to their father who didn’t seem to mind if they spent the entire day and even slept overnight at your house, so your summers were always full of adventures together.

Mornings with a full table, a mess of pancakes and fruits and sausage and juice scattered across everyone’s plates. Your parents never complained about the boys. They always welcomed them when soft knocks rapped against your front door and they stood there, bags slung over Choso’s shoulders.

Your mother would set up the air mattresses and blankets downstairs for them and she’d even let you stay up late with them, though you spent a large majority of the time huddled between Eso and Kechizu while Choso told ghost stories, Yuji curled up asleep next to him.

When the younger brothers were asleep, you’d force Choso to walk you to your room upstairs because you were too afraid to go alone.

“You’re such a chicken,” Choso would tease, giggling in front of you as you clung to his shirt behind him.

“Am not, stupid! I just don’t wanna go back alone!” Your hands tremble as they grip onto Choso’s fabric.

“Because you’re scaredddd,” Choso sings quietly. Your parents' room is just up ahead and Choso is always respectful. He wouldn’t want to wake them and make them upset.

“Shh!” You shush him as you both pass your parents room. “Gosh, you’re really annoying.”Choso stops in his path, a small squeak escaping you when you abruptly bump into his back.

“Okay, since I’m so annoying, you can go to your room by yourself. Hope the scaaaaary, gooey monsterrrr doesn’t come to swallow you up!” He huffs, turning to stare down at you, and you hate so much that he seems to be growing taller and taller every time you see him. The glow from the moon beams through the hallway lights and casts a shadow over Choso’s face, making the tired bags under his eyes even darker and giving him a creepy, haunting appearance. His pigtails stand up like terrifying claws and you find yourself trembling.

Choso moves to step around you and you grab his arm with both hands, eyes wide as you shake your head frantically. “Okay! Okay, okay. I’m sorry!”

“Sorry for?”

“Sorryforcallingyouannoying,” the words fall from your lips quickly, so jumbled you’re sure Choso could hardly make it out. Usually he would make you say it “the right way”, but tonight, he seems to be taking pity on you, his eyes locked on where your hands hold his arm tightly. The light of the moon is bright enough for you to see a peculiar shade of pink spread from the tips of Choso’s ears all the way down to his cheeks and then he’s spinning on his heel, leaving you to scramble after him.

“Are you okay?” You ask, because his teasing usually lasted longer than that. Also…why was his face turning red?

“Yeah, I’m tired. Ready to go to bed, so hurry up,” he whispers harshly and you will yourself to move faster, clinging onto his shirt once again so you can keep up.

When you reach your room, you hurriedly turn on the lamp on your nightstand before turning back to Choso. He stands in your doorway, arms crossed as he watches you quietly. The pink on his cheeks has subsided, his pale skin now clear to see. He watches you climb into your bed and slip beneath your blanket, peeking out from underneath and Choso rolls his eyes.

“There’s no such thing as monsters, you know?”

“I know. I’m just…” you sigh from beneath your covers. “What if they are real?” You whisper conspiratorially.

“They’re not.” You hear Choso shift, hear his feet shuffling closer and closer until the edge of your blanket lifts. His dark eyes stare into yours, that faint pink color back on his cheeks. “But if they were, I’d beat them up if they tried anything.”

You nod and Choso smiles, setting the blanket back down over you. You can’t see him anymore, but you can hear him leaving.

“Thank you, Choso,” you call out quietly. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight. See you in the morning.”

And then he’s closing your bedroom door, the soft sound of his steps moving further and further down the hall lulling you to sleep. You’re thankful to have a friend like Choso, even if he is annoying and always teasing you until you’re on the verge of tears. He drives you crazy, but he looks out for you, he protects you.

The thought soothes you enough to let sleep carry you to your dreams.

And it’s always like this with you and Choso; your protector. He helps you climb the rocks on the cliffs when you, Kechizu and Eso go exploring. He moves the lizards out of the way when you scream out of fear. He makes sure to pack extra water in the heat not only for his brothers, but for you as well.

Days spent at the beach consist, of course, of you lounging beneath an umbrella, not allowed to go to the shoreline unless one of the brothers is with you. That’s Choso’s rule for you going to the beach with them. It’s for your own protection, according to him and you don’t argue. You sort of grow to like hanging out with Yuji and watching the other boys do stupid things like wrestle in the sand.

Besides, you never feel left out. Choso always includes you in one way or another; deciding what type of sandcastle they should build, choosing what they have for lunch, picking who won the wrestling match. He never lets you feel excluded.

The way your family cares for Choso and his family, Choso makes sure to care for you.

- - - - - -

You vividly remember the day the town’s new ice cream parlor, Panda’s, opened on the pier. Now fourteen, almost fifteen years old, you stand outside on the pier waiting in line with Choso and a young Yuji. It’s so hot. It’s almost unbearable the way your clothes stick to your body with sweat. The sun is beating down on everyone in line and you’re desperate to get into the cool air of the ice cream shop.

Your parents had given you and the boys money to get a sweet treat and to see the town’s newest attraction. You were to come right back with Yuji, your parents not wanting you out in this scorching weather, but not before your mother slathered Yuji in the strongest sunscreen she could get her hands on. Over the last couple years, your mother has become rather attached to the boys, but Yuji in particular. She absolutely spoils him.

Yuji’s hand grips yours tightly even through this searing heat, swinging your arms together as the line inches closer to the door. Peering up at you, Yuji calls your name.

“Can we get sprinkles, please?” He asks quietly, and you can’t help the grin on your face listening to Yuji talk. He’s still struggling to say his R’s. They sound like W’s and it’s adorable.

“Of course, Yuji! We can get sprinkles on your ice cream. Whatever you want.”

“Hey!” Choso pouts next to you both. “I’m your older brother, you should be asking me if we can get sprinkles.”

You roll your eyes at the grown baby next to you. Fifteen going on sixteen and Choso is as moody as ever these days. You’re surprised he actually agreed to go get ice cream with you. Lately, he’s been spending more time with some boys he met at the beach last summer who now vacation in town regularly. Suddenly he’s “too cool” to be seen with you or Yuji so you’ve never met his new friends. But they’re busy right now, so he’s tagging along with you and Yuji because Eso and Kechizu are away at summer camp at the moment. Of course they had to go together. Those two are practically attached at the hip.

“It’s not even that big of a deal, Choso,” you chide. “It was supposed to just be us anyway.”

Choso’s lip curls with irritation, a look that seems to be common from him lately. “I could always leave.” He threatens, motioning behind him with his thumb.

“Bye,” you tell him. Yuji waves to his brother next to you which only makes Choso pout. The line inches forward and you move along, tugging Yuji with you.

“Why’d you come anyway? You’re interrupting my time with Yuji.”

“I’m meeting my friends later and need to kill time. Didn’t wanna sit at home alone either.” He slips his hands into the pockets of his shorts. “Also figured Yuji would like to spend time with his big brother, not some random girl who’s always hanging around.”

“A random girl who’s been around since he was a baby,” you correct him. You kneel down to hug Yuji to you, pressing your cheek against his and pursing your lips in a cute pout. “And you’re just jealous because I’m his favorite out of everyone.”

Yuji grins widely, the gap of his missing front tooth visible for everyone to see and you hear a few passing tourists coo about how cute he is. You stand, smirking at Choso who shoots you a deadpan look, though his cheeks are slowly becoming redder by the second as he stares at you.

“See?” You stand as the line continues forward and now you, Choso and Yuji are next to go inside.

Choso turns away from you and Yuji, mumbling “whatever” under his breath. You giggle, sticking your tongue out at the back of Choso’s head knowing he can’t see it.

“Hi! Welcome to Panda’s!” A young girl calls out cheerily to you three. She motions for you all to enter and you all groan when you finally get some relief from the battering sun in the cool air of the shop. “The menu is just up front, but feel free to take a look at all the flavors and enjoy!”

You and Yuji stare wide eyed at all of the flavors. Really, how are you supposed to choose just one flavor when the flavors range from basic vanilla to cereal milk to pizza? Okay, you definitely weren’t going to be choosing the pizza flavor, but still! You take in the beautiful interior of the ice cream shop as Yuji and Choso continue to peruse the options.

It’s cute and simple, a pretty shade of turquoise blue walls, black and white checkered floor and some panda decor placed stylishly around. It’s definitely the most modern place on the pier, that’s for sure. And it’s exciting to have a new place to hang out that isn’t your house or the beach during the summer. You could see yourself spending a lot of time here, just hanging out, maybe drawing - a new interest of yours. You’re not particularly good at it, and no one knows you’ve picked up this new hobby, not even Choso. You want to keep this to yourself until you feel more confident with your work, but when you look out the french doors of Panda’s, the view of the beach, the vast expanse of the ocean, it makes you want to sit down in front of everyone right then and there put a pencil to paper. You want to record this memory forever. You could see this view everyday.

“I know what I want!” Yuji chirps behind you, grabbing your attention. He points to the birthday cake flavor and you order with the cashier. Yuji picks his toppings - sprinkles, gummy bears, cookie crumbles and chocolate chips. It looks like a tummy ache waiting to happen and you know Choso will be annoyed about it later, but he doesn’t argue. He lets Yuji get away with anything.

You spend most of your money on Yuji’s ice cream tower and a water bottle for yourself and Choso for the upcoming hot walk home and then head back out on the pier. The sun is still as unrelenting as it was when you were in line. Yuji happily eats his ice cream as you all take the familiar path back to your vacation home.

The town is busier than usual today. Families take leisurely strolls with their children, with their pets. They stop to snap pictures with the ocean as their landscape, rush to the small carnival that sits over the sea at the end of the pier, stop at the little local shops that line the pier. It’s exciting to see all the changes happening.

But you can’t help but feel a little sad. Soon, things won’t look the same as they used to. As you grow and change every year, returning a little bit different than the year before, so does the town. Even the people closest to you; Yuji, who’s taller every summer you come back, Choso who is taller, voice a little deeper and maybe just a little meaner. But it all just comes with the change. Over the years, your small beach vacation destination has grown in popularity, bringing in new companies and many new faces.

One of which is racing towards you and your friends right now.

It’s a boy, probably around Choso’s age with hair down to his shoulders, long and…gray? Is he Choso’s age?

He stops right in front of Choso, doubled over as he tries to catch his breath. He stands with a big inhale through his mouth before he slaps his hands down on Choso’s shoulders.

“Choso! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” He exclaims, glancing down at Yuji who gives him a skeptical look behind his melting ice cream.

“Mahito,” Choso breathes, pushing the boy’s arms off of him as Yuji scoots behind you. Mahito, as Choso referred to him, follows Yuji’s path, his eyes slowly traveling up your form until they reach your eyes. It’s only when your gazes lock that you notice he has two different colored eyes; one blue and one brown. You also notice that when your gazes meet, your heartbeat picks up, your cheeks heat and burn hotter than the summer sun, your palms feel sweatier despite Yuji gripping onto your hold and your tongue feels as dry as sandpaper in your mouth.

A slow grin spreads across Mahito’s lips as his attention falls on you. “Who’s this?” He asks, taking a step closer and Yuji inches even closer to you if possible. You return Mahito’s smile, holding your hand out to him as you give him your name. He repeats it back to you, his grin widening.

“Pretty.”

Next to you, Choso watches your interaction with Mahito, his eyes focused hard on the way Mahito holds your hand, the flush of your cheeks and the smile you both wear as you basically just stand there staring at each other. He can’t really put a finger on it, but he doesn’t know if he likes the way you’re looking at his friend. He’s not quite sure if he’s ever seen you look at him that way and for some reason, that bothers him.

“I’ve seen you before, I think,” Mahito tells you.

He has. He’s seen you around town with your family when he’s with Choso, heard Choso’s brothers ask about you when they see him without you hanging around, he’s even seen your picture in Choso’s home - a group photo of you with Choso and his brothers. Mahito knows you’re his friend. Choso heard him call you “cute” when he saw the photo, a finger pointed at you. It’s just another thing that nags at Choso at the moment.

Choso knows he hasn’t been spending much time with you this summer. He’s busy, got new interests and new hobbies that he’s pretty sure you wouldn’t be interested in. Mahito, though. He’s always down for whatever. He likes keeping your friendships separate because he can enjoy different things with each of you.

And also maybe so he could avoid this happening, whatever it is going on in front of him.

“You should come hang out with us,” Mahito offers after making you laugh annoyingly hard. Choso wants to roll his eyes.

“Ah, I would but I need to get little Yuji back home. It’s way too hot for him to be outside.”

“What about after?”

Choso interrupts before you can speak up. “She can’t.”

Your eyes furrow, a frown on your face. “Thank you, Choso. I can speak for myself, though.”

“I could maybe come back out after. Just have to ask my parents first.” You beam at him and Choso’s heart pounds, not in a good way.

“Well, how about you give me your number?” Mahito asks. “I can call you later to–”

“Don’t you need to go home and shower?” Choso butts in. Mahito looks confused and maybe a bit annoyed.

“No?”

“Yeah, you kinda stink dude,” Choso wrinkles his nose. “Can smell you from here.”

“Choso,” you scold, because he’s being so rude to his friend right now.

“What?” He shrugs. “Anyway, Mahito, we gotta get going man. I’ll call you to hang later.”

Mahito pouts as he steps aside before he smiles again, waving to you. “Nice to meet you! Hopefully, I’ll see you around.”

Your cheeks warm again as you wave back. “Yeah.”

When you all arrive back at your house, Choso seems to have come out of his sour mood. He’s quiet, but not rude in the way he just was to his friend. Yuji is with your mother getting washed up. He was an absolutely sticky mess when you got home. Choso lounges on the couch, scrolling through his phone. You flop down next to him, shoving his legs away when he lays them in your lap. He tries again and you shove him off.

“Ughhhh, stop! You’re so comfyyy,” he whines, but you’re not in the mood. You want to know what his problem is. You’re tired of the hot and cold.

“What was up with you back there? Why were you so mean to your friend?”

He peeks at you from over his phone, squinting. “Why does it matter?”

“Just wondering,” you shrug.

Choso sits up, hitting you with a scrutinizing stare. He narrows his eyes, like he’s suspicious. “You like him or something?” He asks suddenly and now it’s your turn to narrow your eyes.

“Like him? I just met him!”

“I still saw you giving him googly eyes out on the pier.”

“I was being nice! He’s your friend!”

Choso scoffs, “I barely know him.”

“You know him enough to ditch us for him like…everyday.”

“Okay, I’ll hang out with you guys more then. No need to be jealous,” Choso offers, laying back down on the couch. He’s back on his phone again, putting a metaphorical pin in the conversation. You roll your eyes, leaning over and knocking his phone out of his hand, chuckling when you hear it smack him in the face.

“Ow! You’re so annoying.”

“Shut u–” you’re cut off when a pillow hits you square in the face, Choso laughing as he stands from his spot on the couch and heads towards your kitchen.

Just then your mom wanders down the stairs, watching as Choso leaves the room and smiling softly when she sees you. “You two are so funny together.” She takes Choso’s spot next to you. “How did you like the ice cream place?”

“It was nice, very cute. I might make it my regular spot. It’s got the best view, Mom.”

“Yeah? Let's go back tomorrow, you and me?”

You beam, perking up. “Yes! I’d love that. You’re going to be so amazed when you get inside and see the view of the ocean from there.”

Your mom listens as you gush about your adventure with Choso and Yuji today, telling her all about Panda’s. You tell her about the assortment of flavors, the variety of toppings, the decor, you even let it slip quietly that you’ve been drawing lately. You ask her not to tell anyone because you’re embarrassed, not quite confident in your skills yet, but the view at Panda’s made you want to go sit down and sketch. You talk about your introduction to Mahito and how nice you think he is already, missing the way your mother brow lifts in curiosity, a smirk curling at the corners of her lips.

And on the other side of the wall, Choso listens carefully, drinking in every little detail of what made your day enjoyable with a smile on his face...until he hears his friend's name fall from your lips.

- - - - - -

You stand behind the counter of Panda’s peering out at the ocean just outside the door. You’re sixteen now and have spent the summer working at your new job. You’ve been busier than normal all summer with work so you haven’t gotten to spend much time with the brothers. You only see them on your days off when you don’t have plans with your friends.

Your coworker, Yuki, is a wildcard you met earlier in the summer. She’s tall, blonde, stunning and one of the best people you know. There’s a sweet balance between you and your new friend. She’s rash, impulsive, adventurous and you tend to be a bit of a homebody, though you don’t mind occasional chaos. Yuki pulls you out of your shell, taking you to all the best bonfires and parties. She’s a good friend to you.

“GODDDDDDDDDD, it’s so fucking dead today! I wanna leave,” Yuki whines as she throws herself onto the counter dramatically. You giggle on the other end of the ice cream counter, shaking your head.

“Why don’t you, then? I can handle the rest of the afternoon.”

Yuki perks up, standing tall. “Really?! Are you sure?”

You nod. “Yuki, we haven’t had a customer in hours. Get out of here.”

Yuki squeals, jumping up and down and clapping her hands before she flies to the other side of the counter and wraps you up in a strong hug. “I love you, thank you! I can go on this date tonight now! I owe you!”

She taps the screen on the computer, punching her employee number and clocking out. Without another word, she bolts out the door.

You shake your head, leaning over to grab your bag from beneath the counter. You’re about to grab your sketchbook when you hear the motion sensor ding loudly. It’s probably Yuki grabbing something she forgot. You stand back up, immediately met with a bright smile and flowing silver hair framing a very pretty face. Heterochromatic eyes shine as they take in the surprised look on your face.

The motion sensor goes off again and from your peripheral, you can see a dark form coming in. You’re so familiar with the presence, you don’t even bother pulling your gaze away from the person before you.

A deep chuckle fills the space between you before they speak. “Hey, beautiful.”

You smirk. “Hi, Mahito.”

Behind him, a large form approaches, leaning onto the display glass when they finally reach their friend. You’d normally scold them for it, but you’re too busy having a staredown with the gray haired guy in front of you.

“Mahito,” a rich, deep voice cuts in and Mahito finally looks away. Your smirk widens, mentally celebrating your victory. “Stop bothering her while she’s working.”

You finally peer over, finding Choso towering over you and even Mahito. He’s always been taller than you, but over the last summer, he had one hell of a growth spurt. He’s almost eighteen now and he’s changed so much since you saw him. You got quite the shock when you texted him inviting him and his brothers over for dinner on your first night in town and an absolute juggernaut showed up on your front step.

His face had changed tremendously; a jawline so sharp you could cut yourself on it, eyes so tired they now house deep purple bags. He looks so much older, so…handsome? The sudden thought of Choso being handsome of all things shocks you. You were even more shocked when he spoke and his voice that was at least three octaves higher the last you saw him, rumbled straight through to your chest.

You’re used to it now, it’s always easy to fall back into where your friendship left off with the brothers. Though the sleepovers have now stopped, the boys still spend a lot of free time at your house when they’re not busy.

Choso stops by your job from time to time, but it’s always just him. Occasionally he’ll bring Yuji and sometimes Kechizu or Eso will stop by. This is the first time you’ve had Mahito in, who you actually had only seen a few times since meeting him a couple years ago. Even at the parties Yuki takes you to, you almost never bump into Mahito.

Something tells you Choso has something to do with that.

Your friend moves to Mahito’s side, leaning lazily against the counter, eyes locked on Mahito who leans forward on his elbows, closing even more of the gap between you two. “I didn’t know you worked here.”

“Yep,” you nod. “Been here all summer. I’m surprised you haven’t been by. Not much of an ice cream fan?”

Mahito shakes his head, his intense stare back on you. “Not really…but I could become one.”

You giggle. Mahito is always so flirty every time you see him. Next to Mahito, Choso rolls his eyes.

“Gross.”

You ignore his comment, looking away from Mahito to focus on Choso. “What brings you in?”

Choso glances at you, his expression bored as always. “I was just coming to see you before I headed home. Ran into Mahito on the way.”

“Yeah!” Mahito is pouting now, bottom lip protruding cutely. “He really tried to get me to go home, leave him alone.” He’s grinning again and you feel like you have whiplash with how his moods switch so quickly. “I see why he tried to get rid of me now. He wanted to keep you all to himself. Can’t say I blame him.”

Choso clears his throat awkwardly, crossing his arms. “That’s not it. Just thought you’d be bored, but didn’t want a whole gang of people hanging around in case you were busy.”

You nod, because his reasoning makes sense, you suppose. “Well, doesn’t matter. I’m glad you guys stopped by.”

Mahito’s fingers drum against the countertop as he hums, smiling. “Me too. Think I’ll stop by more often.”

You laugh. “Okay!”

“Can I finally get your number?” Mahito laughs, fishing his phone out of his pocket. “I’ve only been waiting two years for it.”

You’re giggling, because it’s ridiculous to think he actually counted the days until he could get your number. But Choso’s eyes still dart between his two friends, a deep frown forming on his lips. But he keeps his mouth shut because who is he to keep Mahito from coming around to see you?

Two Weeks Later…

It’s a slow day at work. Your boss let you know before he left that a new person would be starting this afternoon with you. Apparently Yuki sent him a text at three in the morning saying she was leaving on a self discovery journey and would not be returning any time soon, so your boss hurriedly hired someone else who you hadn’t had the chance to meet yet. Even so, you want to be sure all of the flavors were in order before their arrival.

The motion detector dings loudly just as you emerge from the back of the store with a new tub of matcha flavored ice cream. You open your mouth to give your usual customer service greeting until you see it’s just Choso.

“Hey, what’s up?”

He nods in greeting, casually walking behind the counter and standing before you. Your brows raise in suspicion. “What are you doing?”

The corner of Choso’s lips lift with a smirk. “I work here now.”

Your brows pinch together. “...why?”

Choso only shrugs, staring down at you and you cross your arms, waiting for an actual answer. He rolls his eyes, scoffing. “I got bored of being at the beach all the time. You made this place look chill. Every time I’m in here, you’re just hanging out, so I figured I'd make some money, too.”

You stare at each other for a few seconds longer, Choso holding your gaze before he smiles. And for some reason, your stomach twists strangely at the sight, your cheeks warm immediately. You shake your head, ridding yourself of the feeling and decide you don’t care enough to dig any deeper into it. You’ve been too busy working this summer to spend too much time with Choso and his brothers. At least this way, you’ll be able to hang out with Choso and have fun.

As for Mahito, you saw him once after Choso was hired at Panda’s. He never came back to the shop again, avidly avoiding you after. Choso doesn’t even see him anymore. You’re not sure you’ll ever know why.

- - - - - -

The next couple summers were spent with Choso working at Panda’s. You’re saving for college – art school! You’ve already been accepted into your dream college and now you’re just piling up money for your supplies. Choso? Who knows why he comes back to this job every summer?

Your days off were spent lazily at the beach, meeting up locals after sneaking out of your respective homes and attending whichever secret bonfire was happening that night. The parties were absolute ragers; full of weed, kegs, liquor, whatever was your thing, the bonfires had them. You and Choso stuck with sneaking nasty beers and pretending you liked them to blend in with the adults crowd. Neither of you wanted to be the teenager caught at one of the bonfires.

You remember your first bonfire with Choso. At seventeen years old, you wanted so badly to pull off the appearance of an “adult”, climbing out of your bedroom window with Choso waiting right beneath to catch you. But when Choso caught you in his arms and felt your bare skin against his, he promptly dropped you to the ground in shock.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” He seethed in a hushed tone, squinting to see you in the dark. “What is that? A bra?!”

“Huh? No, you idiot! It’s a bikini top and some shorts!” You hissed back. In the darkness, you could see Choso’s pigtails swinging back and forth frantically.

“No. Nuh-uh. Get back in there and put a goddamn shirt on!”

“No! We’re gonna be late!”

Choso practically growls your name. “I swear to god if you don’t go in there and put on a fucking shirt…”

“Oh my god, if you don’t like it, then you can stay home, but I’m going!”

You leave Choso standing in your yard, eyes wide as he turns and watches your form march down the sidewalk. He could go home because he doesn’t like it, but he’s not going to let you go to the bonfire alone! Especially dressed like that. So he jogs after you, walking with you to the bonfire in silence. Even though the tension is thick and you’re both clearly annoyed with each other, Choso stays close the entire night until it’s time to go home. You’re not surprised. Even in his anger, he’s always your protector.

You’re very aware of his presence even when you can’t see him. And it does something to you; an odd twist in your gut, a rapid pound of the heart, clammy hands around your disgusting beer.

When he takes you home, he says nothing. Simply places his hands on your hips - and your heart leaps - before he hoists you up with a “goodnight”. Then he’s gone and you’re in your room feeling like you’re about to combust for some reason.

- - - - - -

The following summer, you and Choso are sitting on the beach together watching the sun set. You’ve closed Panda’s for the night after a long and slow day. The sounds of the waves crashing, the water rolling over your toes on the shortline, it relaxes you. But it also makes you sad because this is your last night at the beach for who knows how long. You’re eighteen now and you’ve just graduated from high school and will be leaving tomorrow to go back home for the week before you set off on the journey that is college. Choso will leave for college, too, but some time next month, so he has time to make arrangements for his brothers. You’re proud of him.

It’s been a somber day for you, Choso and his brothers. They’ve already stopped by to say their goodbyes and wish you well. You hope to see them soon, you even promise to come back next summer to visit. But if you can’t make it, you all follow each other on social media. You’ll all be able to keep in touch.

Saying goodbye to Yuji is the hardest part, because you’ve quite literally watched him grow before your eyes. He hugged you tight, sobbing hard into your shirt and you let your tears fall freely for them all. You’ll miss them all dearly, but you know it won’t be the last you see each other. One day, you’ll all be together again on this very same beach.

After the younger brothers left, you and Choso decided one last time at the beach was much needed, reminiscing about all of the years you’ve spent in this very spot, in these very waters that brought you together in the first place.

“Remember how I saved your dumbass from dying?” Choso voices, idly running his hands through the cool grains of sand. The sun has almost disappeared, tagging out for the night so the moon can take its place.

You snort, gaze stuck on where the last bit of sun remains. “I remember that dumb missing tooth in the front of your mouth.” You tease and Choso tosses a bit of sand at you. You turn your face away quickly because after all this time together, you know him well. He’s predictable. “But hey, if my dumbass hadn’t almost died, you would’ve never been lucky enough to meet me.”

To this, Choso hums, looking out into the distance as the sun's last bit of rays vanish, the chill of the ocean air setting in. "I guess something good came out of it." He says, and it makes your stomach twist in a way that you’ve noticed has been happening more and more often when you’re around Choso lately.

You peer at him out of the corner of your eye and drink in the sight of him before you’re gone for another year, maybe longer. Choso has truly grown into himself; a stunningly handsome face that’s filled out over the years. He’s got a strong jawline, full pink lips, long lashes and silk black hair that he’s let down to frame his face beautifully. And as you memorize the sight, the wind picking up to whip Choso’s beautiful hair around his face, your heart begins to pound wildly against your ribcage.

Young teenage you would’ve never picked up on the reason for this, but eighteen year old you who had gone on a date or two that resulted in nothing knows.

You think you like him. You like Choso. In more than a “we’ve been best friends all our lives” sort of way. You think. Maybe? It’s all confusing right now. Maybe it’s the sadness you’re feeling that’s making you feel this way.

‘Or maybe you actually like Choso.’ A little voice in your head sings.

And because luck is not on your side, Choso notices your staring, his head tilting to the side as he looks at you curiously and asks, “what?”

You shake your head, muttering a quick “Nothing.”

But because you’ve been best friends all your lives, Choso doesn’t buy it. “Don’t do that.” He scolds you gently. “You’re leaving tomorrow. You have to tell me what’s on your mind.”

You inhale sharply, gathering your courage. “It’s nothing, really. I was just looking at you and…you just…look so different now. All grown up. That’s all.”

Choso nods, chuckling to himself. “Ah, is that good or bad?”

“Good.” You confirm instantly. “You’re cute.”

His head snaps over to you, eyes wide, face rapidly turning redder by the second. And then he’s chuckling again, nervously, but chuckling. “Shut up.”

“I’m serious!” And you are! You wouldn’t lie to him about that. “You’re really good looking now. All of the girls at university will love you.”

The words fall from your lips before you can stop them. But it’s true. Choso is a sweetheart. He’s kind, he’s handsome. Any girl would be lucky to have him.

But apparently, he doesn’t feel the same because he makes a face of disgust for a brief second before his eyes lock on you.

“You’ve changed a lot, too, you know,” he utters quietly, but just loud enough for you to hear over the soft roar of the waves. The water is creeping up, the tides moving, dancing as the moon rises. “You’re pretty, smart, funny. Caring, too. All the guys at school are gonna be all over you.”

Now it’s your turn to make a face.

“I’m scared, you know?” You admit as Choso’s chocolate eyes bore into yours. “School aside, I’ve never had a boyfriend. Never even kissed anyone.”

“That’s a relief,” Choso blurts, eyes widening when he realizes what he’s said. “I just mean…because I’ve also never kissed anyone! I just meant it’s a relief you’re still a loser like me who’s never been kissed.”

You want to laugh, because it almost seems unbelievable that someone who looks like Choso has never been kissed, but you know Choso better than anyone. He wouldn’t lie to you about something like that. The laugh is caught in your throat anyway as you watch Choso stumble over his words in silence. When he finally stops talking, you’re just watching each other, the cold breeze rushing against your faces and you don’t even care that the tide has almost risen to the point it splashes over your feet as you sit. You’ll need to move soon or the tide will wash you both away.

Choso’s eyes stay glued to yours, his red cheeks glowing in the darkness and then he speaks.

“We could…you know…we could practice…with each other, I mean.” You see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows when you shoot him a questioning look. “A kiss,” he clarifies so softly you almost miss it. “Just a quick one. To see what it’s like.”

Now it’s your turn for your eyes to widen to the size of saucers, cheeks igniting with heat and your stomach twisting so hard it almost hurts. A kiss? Kissing Choso? Choso, who you’ve known almost your whole life? Choso who you just discovered five minutes ago you may have a crush on?

What if this changes things for you both? What if you’re a bad kisser and he never wants to talk to you again? What if he’s a bad kisser and you never want to talk to him again?

You won’t know unless you try.

So you nod, swallowing past the lump in your throat and Choso nods back, swallowing his.

“Yeah?” He asks, just to be sure.

“Yeah.” You nod again, absentmindedly licking your lips and Choso’s eyes dart down to the movement and then snap back up to your eyes. His lips are parted as he scoots closer until your thighs are touching. You bring a hand up, laying it flat against Choso’s chest as Choso brings his hand up to cup your cheek. The touch is intimate, more intimate than either of you have ever gotten with each other. It’s new, exhilarating, scary.

Choso must see you’re feeling all of these things, your chest rising and falling rapidly because he calls your name, presses his forehead to yours and tells you the words you need to hear right now. “I’ve got you.”

Your protector.

And like magnets drawn to each other, you both close the gap at the same time, lips touching softly as you share your first kiss with each other. There’s no slotting the lips together, no tongue involved, no deepening of the kiss. It’s simply…feeling each other until Choso pulls back slightly and whispers, “Just one more”, and his lips are back on yours, again and again and again.

Your heart is about ready to rip from your chest cavity, your hand now fisting Choso’s shirt as hard as it possibly can as the moon illuminates this moment, this memory in time. Who knows when you’ll next see each other? Things may never be the same once you’re both gone, but this moment here and now will always remain.

Choso walks you back home, neither of you bringing up what just happened. The silence is comfortable, no need to fill the space with unnecessary words. Choso hugs you for a long time on your porch, and you hold him back, almost unwilling to let go. You’re so scared of what the future holds for you, for him, for his brothers, for all of you. You wish you could rewind time back to the day you almost drowned, just so you could start all over again and have more time with them, with Choso.

That night, you lie awake, the tips of your fingers pressed against your lips as you think about the kiss. You’ll never forget tonight, you’ll never forget all of these summers. You’ll never forget Choso. College awaits, a new life is just up ahead, but you’ll keep in touch, you promised each other as much.

You’ll work hard in school so that you can come back here next summer. So you can come back to the beach, come back to Choso.

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