#SLEEPY SAN MAKES MY HEART BURST

[keruimi]

The Line Between Admiration and Love

Pairing: Niko Ikki x Influencer! Reader

Author's note: Already sleepy when writing this so the writing is a little bit messy but I hope you all like it. Niko my boy is too underrated for his own good!

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It all began with a song.

Niko couldn’t quite remember how he first discovered her channel. Maybe it was just a cover, a soft voice blending with the melody, a simple moment that tugged at something deep inside him. Her voice was calm, genuine, a sound that spoke to him in ways words never could. He hadn’t even noticed her username at first.

But the videos... those stayed with him.

Y/n, a YouTuber who shared music covers and anime vlogs, unknowingly made her mark on Niko’s life. Her videos became his escape. Her laughter, light and easy, filled the gaps between his intense practices. Her voice, smooth and familiar, became a comfort. The sound of plastic rustling as she unboxed another limited-edition figure, her joy as she spoke about her favorite anime characters.

It was all so real, so full of life.

He started looking forward to those short breaks, his phone screen illuminating the moments in between the tension of practice. Sitting on a bench, earbuds in place, he found himself lost in her world, forgetting about the stress for just a few minutes. Her enthusiasm, her happiness... it was infectious. Her joy became his, too.

He found himself following her passions, even picking up little habits. He tried unboxing surprise boxes, just like her. He began to understand her love for figurines, the way they held sentimental value beyond just being collectibles. The more he watched, the more he saw how she lived, how deeply she felt about the things that made her smile.

How small things makes her day better.

Niko had never imagined himself falling in love. His life had always been about goals, about focus. Romance had never been a priority.

And yet, here he was. A fan, an admirer. Just another name in the sea of viewers, watching from the other side of the screen. That was his place. It was harmless, right? A simple appreciation.

But love?

That was different.

He kept the line drawn. Admiration was one thing, but crossing into love? That was a completely different territory.

Then one day, after a grueling practice, Niko found himself scrolling through his feed. A live stream notification from Y/n popped up. He clicked on it without a second thought.

There she was. Y/n, sitting casually in front of her camera, laughing and chatting with her viewers. Her voice was warm, her energy contagious. She was singing a song, her fingers strumming a guitar, when the chat exploded with a comment that caught her attention.

Bluelockidiot: Y/n-san, have you seen the soccer match yesterday? It was Blue Lock against the U-20 National Team! You should check it out!

Niko felt a sudden rush, his heart skipping a beat. The excitement he’d felt when he stepped onto the field echoed in his chest.

Y/n paused mid-song, tilting her head. “Oh? I’ve been hearing about Blue Lock a lot lately. Was that the game with the U-20 team? I haven’t watched it yet…”

The chat quickly flooded with excited messages urging her to watch.

She laughed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Alright, alright, I guess I’ll watch it. But only because you guys won’t stop talking about it.”

The screen shifted, the match starting in real time. Niko’s breath caught in his throat. There he was, on her screen, his world suddenly colliding with hers. She was focused, eyes fixed on the match as the game unfolded before her.

When Nagi scored, she burst out laughing, her eyes widening in awe. “He’s so fast! What the heck?” she exclaimed, her hands clapping together. “That was so clean.”

Niko couldn’t help but smile. Her energy was impossible not to feel.

But then, it happened.

The play. The pass from Itoshi Sae to Sendou, smooth and dangerous, and there he was-

Niko Ikki, sliding in like a shadow, cutting off the chance before it could even blossom.

It was a fleeting moment. A second in time. But it was enough to catch her off guard.

It was enough to make his mark on her world.

Her hand flew to her mouth, eyes widening in surprise. Her breath caught, a soft “Whoa” slipping from her lips as she watched him.

And for the first time, Niko felt seen. Not just as another player on the field, not just as a piece in the game, but as someone who was seen, someone who amazed a person like her.

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still.

Y/n stayed glued to the screen, her fingers hovering above her keyboard, her gaze never leaving the match. The chat exploded with excitement, but Y/n didn’t rush. She took a deep breath, her voice soft as she spoke to her viewers.

“Okay, okay, let me break it down,” she said, a playful grin tugging at the corners of her lips. “Nagi was insane. His control, his speed- ridiculous. And Reo? The defensive switch-up? Obsessed.”

She hesitated for a second, then looked at the screen, a small, shy smile forming on her face.

“But if I had to pick...” She trailed off, almost as if she were confiding in them, her voice dropping lower. “I think... I like Niko Ikki the most.”

Niko’s breath caught in his throat. His grip tightened on his phone without him even realizing it.

“He’s so... mysterious,” she continued, her voice soft, as if she were choosing her words carefully. “He doesn’t try to be flashy, but he’s always in the right place, doing exactly what’s needed. Like the way he intercepted that pass from Sae? That amazed the hell out of me"

She paused, a small, almost bashful laugh escaping her lips. “I think that’s really cool. The kind of player you wouldn’t expect to stand out... but then, when it counts, they do.”

Niko’s heart raced. He was stunned, speechless. She didn’t know he was watching. She didn’t know he was there, hanging on every word. Yet, in that moment, Y/n had seen him. She saw him as more than just a player—she saw the way he moved, the way he thought. She saw him.

And in that moment, the line he had drawn between admiration and love wavered. The boundary he’d built so carefully was no longer so firm. Because now, in the quiet of his room, holding his phone, Niko realized that this was more than just liking someone from afar.

It was falling in love.

And for the first time, he understood what it felt like to truly cross that line.

[palangsaeya]

Wooyoung x reader - In the eyes of the Dreamers - Part 6/14

Group: Ateez

Members: Wooyoung, everyone

Warnings: +16yo

It all start with a very handsome manager and an idol who gets jealous.

The sound of knocking at your door startled you awake. Groggily, you reached for your phone, blinking at the time. It was still early—too early for anyone to be knocking unless it was important. Your heart skipped a beat as you had a hunch about who it might be.

Dragging yourself out of bed, you smoothed your hair, barely making yourself presentable before opening the door. And there he was, standing with a mischievous grin, hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie.

"You didn’t answer my text, so I figured I’d just come get you," Wooyoung said, his voice light with amusement.

You stared at him, still trying to wake up properly. "You didn't even wait for the time we agreed on."

"Nope," he admitted shamelessly. "But since I’m here, wanna go out?"

You sighed but couldn’t fight the small smile forming on your lips. "Where are we going?"

"I found a dog café nearby," he said, his eyes lighting up. "Figured you’d like it."

At the mention of a dog café, your sleepiness faded almost immediately. "That actually sounds great. Give me ten minutes."

Wooyoung grinned in victory as you let him inside while you rushed to get ready. You didn’t know why, but something about today already felt different.

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The dog café was everything you had hoped it would be. Upon stepping inside, you were immediately greeted by wagging tails and excited barks. Wooyoung, being the playful and chaotic person he was, dropped to the floor instantly, allowing a group of puppies to swarm him.

"Help! I’m being attacked!" he yelped dramatically as a tiny corgi climbed onto his lap.

You laughed, shaking your head. "That’s what you get for diving in headfirst."

"No regrets!" he declared, letting one of the dogs lick his face.

The two of you spent time playing with the dogs, taking pictures, and laughing at Wooyoung’s ridiculous attempts to communicate with them. He even tried to get one to shake hands with him like it was some kind of business meeting.

"Nice to meet you, sir. You’re looking quite dapper today," he told a fluffy white Pomeranian, shaking its paw.

You chuckled, shaking your head. "You’re unbelievable."

"And you love it," he shot back, flashing you a playful smirk.

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t deny that you were enjoying yourself.

After spending a good portion of the day at the café, you found yourselves at a small grill restaurant, the scent of sizzling meat filling the air around you. Wooyoung, of course, turned the simple act of eating into a competition.

"Alright, last piece of meat. We fight for it," he announced, his chopsticks poised for battle.

You raised an eyebrow. "Fight how?"

"Whoever can grab it first wins."

You smirked, positioning your chopsticks. "Bring it on."

The moment the meat touched the grill’s edge, both of you lunged forward at the same time. Your chopsticks clashed with his, neither of you willing to back down. You burst into laughter as Wooyoung tried to push your hand away with his wrist, but you weren’t about to give up.

In a final act of desperation, Wooyoung leaned forward and snatched the piece with his mouth, looking up at you triumphantly.

"That’s cheating!" you protested.

He smirked as he chewed. "No rules were stated."

You shook your head, laughing. "You’re impossible."

But despite losing, you couldn’t remember the last time you had laughed this much.

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As the sun began to set, Wooyoung turned to you with an expectant look. "What do you say to dinner? Just us."

You hesitated. "What about San and Yeosang? Didn’t they come here with you?"

Wooyoung’s gaze softened as he leaned forward slightly. "I want to keep you to myself for a little longer. They can have a day all for themselves."

A warmth spread through your chest at his words, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You hadn’t expected him to say something like that. You swallowed, trying to keep your expression neutral. "Alright. Let’s go."

Dinner was a quieter affair than earlier in the day. The two of you sat at a table near a window, the city lights flickering in the distance. The conversation drifted to the places you both wanted to visit, the experiences you still wished to have.

"I’ve always wanted to see the northern lights," you admitted. "It’s been on my bucket list for years."

Wooyoung hummed in thought. "That’s a good one. I’d love to go to Spain and see the festivals. Oh, and eat real paella." 

“But you have been in Spain?” you asked when you remember they had a concert there. “You want to go again?” 

“When we are going on a tour it’s like a job trip. Yes we can have some time off and everything but it's a completely different thing to travel by yourself or with your friend just to get the tourist experience.” 

You smiled. "We have a lot of similar dreams even though the starting point is a little different."

Wooyoung nodded. "Yeah. It’s kind of nice, actually."

There was a comfortable silence between you as you both took in the moment. The world outside the window seemed to slow down, and for the first time in a long time, you felt content.

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As dinner came to an end, Wooyoung leaned back in his seat, looking at you with an expression you couldn’t quite place. It made you feel like he really wanted to be there and that he saw you, really saw you. 

"I don’t know what this is between us," he admitted, his voice quieter than before. "But I do know that I don’t want to lose contact with you."

You felt your heartbeat quicken. You had to admit that you couldn’t see Wooyoung as an idol anymore, or only as an idol. You never imagined that you would spend this much time with him and even though you liked him before you really liked him now after all day hanging out with him. It was more than you could ever want but it was everything you felt you needed. 

"I know I’m an idol, and it’s complicated," he continued. "But I want to keep hanging out with you. As a friend… and maybe even more than that."

The warmth in your chest expanded, filling every part of you. It had been a long time since someone had said something like that to you—since someone had made you feel this way.

You took a deep breath, looking at him before responding. Oh screw this, you can be the main character in your own story sometimes. Today was that time. "Okay. So let’s see where this will get us."

Wooyoung’s face broke into a smile, one that reached his eyes. "Yeah. Let’s see."

And for the first time in a long time, you felt like something exciting was just beginning.

Part 6 ends in here.

[here4kpopfics]

Just A Moment | Choi San

Pairing: Choi San x reader 

Genre: comfort fluff

AU: idol!au | established relationship

Wordcount: 775

Summary: Life’s not on your side lately, and you just need a moment of peace. 

Warnings: Just sickening amounts of fluff and talks of life just sucking but nothing really mentioned. 

Rating: PG15 just to be safe.

AN: Uh, yes. Hello. I said I’d never write more than BTS and Seventeen and ONE single Yeonjun fic. But I have soft feelings after seeing San sleeping with a body pillow and being all cuddly with anyone he can cuddle with. This is for my beautiful @baljinciaga who I felt like could use some San cuddles lately. I love you, bby. I hope you like it. And thank you to @classicscreations for the banner/divider. Unedited bc I'm lazy. 

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It’s too late to be here, but you’ve been on edge all day and just need to see him. You don’t care if you get into trouble. You sent a text to Wooyoung asking if it was possible to get into the dorms and he was more than willing to help.

“Thank you, Woo. I promise I’ll be out early.” your voice waivers a little as you quietly follow the boy into the shared apartment. 

“You can stay as long as you want, y/n. You know we don’t mind. I know San would prefer it, too.” you both smile, but yours doesn’t meet your eyes as you cast them down to the floor. Wooyoung tilts his head to the side, eyebrows pinched together, as he whispers now that you’re in the apartment, “but…I feel like I gotta ask, y/n. Is everything okay?”

“Uhh,” you pause, kicking your shoes off and dropping your stuff on the kitchen counter, “I don’t actually know how to answer that? It’s just…I will be okay. Just…right now, I need him.” Wooyoung says nothing more, giving you a quick, but tight, hug, kissing your head, and heading to his own room after wishing you a goodnight. You nod as he leaves, turning to walk down the opposite hallway, towards where your heart’s been craving to be all week. 

You crack the door open as slowly as you can, trying to make as little noise as possible. The room is dark, only lit by the television that he never remembers to turn off before he falls asleep. 

Your heart wants to burst from the sight of him curled up on his side, clutching a body pillow like a lifeline. His cheek is squished against the pillow and he looks so soft and innocent in comparison to when he’s on stage being what you deemed “an absolute demon”. As much as you love him on stage, there’s nothing better than your soft and loving Choi San. 

“San?” you whisper, softly closing the door behind you. He doesn’t respond as you take your jeans off, haphazardly folding them and setting them on a chair. You grab one of his shirts that’s easily accessible and remove your own shirt, doing the same as you did with the jeans and throwing on his shirt instead. 

“San, baby?” you try again, just a little louder as you crawl into his bed and under the covers, slotting yourself on your side facing him. His arm instinctively reaches around you, pulling you close. Your arm wraps around his back, hand cradling the back of his head to tuck him under your head like you’ve done a million times. His legs find their way between yours, entangling them together. 

It takes another minute before he finally hums, inhaling your scent, and pulling his head back as he opens his eyes.

“y/n? What are you doing here?” God, his sleepy voice is way more attractive than anything in the world. You smile, pushing his hair back to kiss his forehead. 

“Wooyoung let me in. I know I’m not supposed to be here, but…” your smile fades, letting your hand slide down from his hair to cup the side of his face not against the pillow, thumb soothing over his cheekbone, “I just needed a moment with you.” 

“Did something happen?” He’s waking up a little bit more now, growing more and more concerned with every second your expression grows more and more sad. “What happened, baby?”

“Nothing,” your voice reduces to a soft squeak, “I just feel like nothing is going right and just everything sucks and…I miss you.”

“Oh, baby. I’m sorry.” 

“Nothing to be sorry for, San. Your job is your job. I know what I signed up for. Whatever this feeling is that has me so on edge is the problem. But, I can feel it lessening now that I’m here.” You don’t miss the way he grins, pulling you impossibly closer, even with the body pillow between you two. 

“Then you stay here as long as you need to, baby. Stay for as many hours, as many days, weeks, months. Stay forever if it means keeping a smile on your face.” 

“We both know that’s not possible, but I like the idea of it.” You smirk, shifting to a more comfortable position. 

“One day, baby. One day.” his words trail off as he falls back asleep rather quickly and you have the hold back on the giggle you want to make. You give his forehead another kiss as you feel yourself drifting off to sleep, finally feeling a small jolt of happiness and contentment.

Everyone deserves San cuddles. 💜💜

[myonepiece]

wano jealousy

zoro x reader

warnings: themes of cheating kind of i guess ? but no actual cheating, angst, that hiyori and zoro scene

(rewrite 😩) i've had to watch that clip so many times to refresh my memory and get the feel, i hate it, my heart hurts

you had been in that half-awake-half-asleep state since you weren't able to sleep the night before, too worried about your boyfriend's condition despite being assured it was nothing serious and knowing it was nothing serious because of your firsthand experiences. you had managed to fall back asleep a few times, resting your hand on zoro's chest as he hugged you to his chest, only after ten minutes of watching him and. tracing patterns into the warm flesh of his chest would you fall back asleep- only to wake up forty minutes later everytime. so when brook had invited you out with him, you accepted thinking it'd be a good idea to try and wake yourself up. when. you had left, the kind, and sort of obnoxious woman who'd been helping you and the crew, was nowhere to be seen.

by the time you and brook returned back to the house, you hadn't been able to find more energy, but you wore a soft smile at the. thought of seeing zoro again even though it'd only been a few hours.

zoro had been dead asleep, with very short moments when he'd wake up and just go right back to sleep. at one point he'd woken up and hiyori had been sitting down next to him, before sprawling out and tucking herself against him. even in his sleepy state, something about it felt wrong,

"what are you doing?...." he had mumbled.

"just laying down, i'm cold and you're warm, don't worry." the young lady had replied. zoro was still confused, and felt like something was wrong, but he was on the edge of sleep again and he barely knew anything about things containg physical interaction that's not violent- so he fell back asleep once again.

the next time he woke up was when he heard brook's calling, he burst through the door just as zoro was opening his eyes, and at first he wasn't going to do anything, then brook screamed. zoro shot up halfway, unable to as he found that hiyori was cuddled against his side with her hand on his chest. zoro, yelled out but made no effort to push the other woman off, too shocked and confused to do anything- what hiyori was doing was something you did, and zoro thought that that was something only you did.. afterall you were the only one he'd actually let (and like).

"ah y/n-san don't look!" brook called, making zoro's head shoot up at the mention of you. your head soon appeared at the doorway peaking under brook's arm, which the skeleton had used to try and hide the scene.

"why?" you mumbled, pushing up brook's sleeve and looking into the room, with your small sleepy smile instantly dropping along with zoro's heart. he didn't actually know what was going on, but your expression made it clear something was very wrong. within seconds you quickly turned and ran off into the snow, and zoro was instantly pushing hiyori off of him ignoring the way she hit the wall, as well as ignoring his bandages as he followed you.

with your previous tiredness gone and anxiety as it's replacement, you ignored zoro's calls and hurried through the snow until your legs felt too heavy and you began walking, still ignoring zoro as he got closer.

"Y/N!! stop! please!" zoro barreled into you, grabbing onto your arms to keep you from turning away and running away again.

"go away zoro, i don't want to see you right now." you mumbled on the verge of tears with your eyes trained on the ground,

"just tell me what i did first. why are you so upset?" he asked.

you took a shaky breath trying to hold yourself together, and not collapse into zoro's arms.

"why.. why was h-hiyori cuddling with you? you could h-have at least broken up with me.." zoro looked like you had just pulled devil fruit out of nowhere, and he let his arms fall to his sides.

"she had told me she was cold, i just thought she was going to sit next to me. i was asleep!! nothing happened i swear!" he quickly said.

"i- i still don't like it zoro, i know that i'm kind of clingy.. and maybe possessive, but i just don't like her being close to you at all. i'm sorry.." you said, finally looking up at him. zoro doesn't understand completely, no surprise there, but he somewhat gets how you feel when someone else is in such a position with him, he get's upset just thinking about the situation in reverse.

"you're just, not supposed to let other girls do that when you're with me..."

"i'm sorry. i'm really sorry. i'm new to this, i don't know what i'm supposed to do or not do when it's shit like that. it felt wrong doing it, but i just assumed it was okay because it wasn't flirty or romantic or 'kissy'."

you smiled slightly at his words, it was sweet that he'd told you that, and you know that he doesn't know the do's and don't's of romantic relationships.

"i promise i won't do anything like that again, i hated it anyway. just, give me a little more time and I'll.. be a better boyfriend. i promise."

a sigh left your lips and you stared up at zoro, looking as stoic as ever, then you nodded.

"'m really sorry i freaked out." you said staring back down at the snowy ground. all of a sudden, you were yanked forward against zoro's body, and you caught yourself with your hands against zoro's bandage clad chest.

"it's fine, i like when you're possessive." a smirk was evident in his voice and you smiled into his chest, sliding your hands off his banages and under his arms to hug him closer. the swordsman tightened his embrace, the dipped his head down and nudged yours making you look towards him, finding him with his eyes closed and his rough lips pressing against yours firmly.

[uwuwriting]

Tamaki, Todoroki and Shinsou  in a secret relationship....and how they got caught.

Request: Hello I love your blog and since your requests are open I would like to request Tamaki Todoroki and Shinsou being in a secret relationship for a long time and how they got outed. If you could write something similar for Semi, Akaashi, Kenma and Sakusa from Haikyuu you would be a blessing. I love you!!!! - anonymous

Awww of course I’ll write for the Haikyuu boys as well. I’ll write later this week or the next and since its almost midnight here HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHINSOU!!!! I have a special soulmate au as I usually do for my husband!!!! I’m sorry I’m not getting to those soulmate aus quicker 😣😣😣😣. Love yaa.💖💖💖💖

rules 

warnings: fluff

Amajiki Tamaki 

-He’s so shy omggg.

-How did you manage to get him into a relationship???

-He loves you to the moon and back. 

-Would do anything for you. 

-You two were in the same class all through out high school and during your second year he asked you out. 

-Okay not exactly. 

-You were studying in the library together during a really bad storm when the lights went out. 

-Loud lightning followed and you jumped out of your skin. 

-You were terrified of lightning and being paired with complete darkness you were petrified. 

-Now Tamaki had had a crush on you since early last year and seeing you so terrified and vulnerable he pushed through his anxiety for a split moment and wrapped you in a hug, stroking your hair soothingly as he tried to calm you down. 

- “I-I’ll p-protect you. I-I w-won’t let a-anything h-hurt you..... ever.”

-That’s how your relationship began basically. 

-He comforted you and kept you safe, shielding you from your fears. 

-Everything else is history. 

-Now you are both third years in your respective hero studies with a bright future in front of you. 

-Your relationship has been kept a secret mainly because both of you don’t like making your private lives public. 

-Only Nejire and Mirio know. 

-Surprisingly they have kept it a secret. 

-Fatgum has a suspicion that Tamaki has someone in his life, someone really important. 

-So important he had called in one time claiming that he had an emergency and wouldn’t make it to the agency. 

-When Fatgum asked, Tamaki began stuttering and mumbling about someone really close to him being sick and needing help. 

-In reality you were on your period and had awful cramps.

-You were feeling like death, curled up in a ball on Tamaki’s bed and refusing to move. 

-You had begged him to go to his hero study but he claimed that you were more important, not going to the agency for an evening wouldn’t mark the end of the world. 

-Then Chisaki happened and Tamaki was badly injured. 

-Your agency was stationed outside so you couldn’t help him or know what had happened. 

-You had a broken arm after the fight and was being escorted to the ambulances when you saw Tamaki being carried on a stretcher blood running down his cheek as his arms and whole body was covered in bruises, cuts and so much blood. 

-Your feet moved on their own accord, sprinted through the crowd ignoring the calls of the medic until you reached your boyfriend. 

- “Tama? T-Tamaki baby wake up.”

-Fatgum saw you touch Tamaki’s cheek with your good hand and how, when the boy weakly opened his eyes, he placed his own hand over yours. 

-Tears were running down your cheeks as you looked at him, following the medics as they placed the stretcher in the ambulance. 

-They told you that he would be fine and that you should find another medical team that could take care of your arm. 

-Everything fell apart though when you saw Mirio and Sir Nighteye. 

-Everything was a mess but Fatgum noticed how you would always look back to Tamaki’s ambulance as it drove off. 

-In the hospital you didn’t leave Tamaki’s room, insisting on getting your bandages changed in his room refusing to get your own and leave his side. 

-Fatgum was happy for him. 

-Especially when he went to visit and found Tamaki holding you close to him. 

-Your head was over his heart as he gently massaged your back, tears falling down your cheeks once again. 

-Then he kissed your forehead and Fatgum knew that this wasn’t a moment he wanted to interrupt. 

-When he did visit along side Kirishima he didn’t lose a bit before he asked about you. 

-You were surprisingly not beside him deciding to visit Mirio again to see how he was coping. 

- “So... what’s her name hm?”

- “W-Who?”

- “Your girlfriend!!”

-Tamaki burst into a deep blush as he tried hiding his face in his hands. 

- “Come one I’ve seen how she looks at you and how you kissed her OH so lovingly on the forehead the other day was the cut-”

- “Y/N! H-her n-name is Y-Y/N.”

-Kirishima is standing there, jaw almost touching the floor when you open the door and peek inside. 

- “Oh! I’m sorry.... I-I’ll come back later....”

-Okay now Kirishima is already kind losing it because he didn’t expect his shy senpai to have a girlfriend. 

-So when Tamaki lets out a very low, slightly above a whisper, “But bunny....” he freaking snaps. 

- “WHAT!!!!”

- “Kirishima we’re in a hospital!”

-Get ready to be bombarded with questions....poor you.

-At least you get to sit next to Tamaki while you are being interrogated. 

-They insisted on that saying that they wouldn’t keep Tamaki away from his girl...Tamaki is burying his face in your hair....shy baby.

Todoroki Shouto

-Okay so your relationship is a secret because of his dad. 

-He wanted to shield you from his toxicity. 

-Plus Shouto knew that his dad would force you two apart and he couldn’t let that happen. 

-So you are his little secret. 

-Only his mom knows about you.

-Shouto took you to meet her after your one year anniversary.

-He loves you so damn much he could die. 

-So seeing the two most important women in his life interact and get along he melts. 

-As you say your goodbye to Rei she hugs you, thanking you for taking care of her baby and that your secret will be safe with her. 

-Then she moves on to Shouto as you wait in the hallway. 

- “I like her Shouto. She really loves you. Please take good care of her.”

-Boy falls in love with you all over again I swear to god. 

-Now you spend a lot of time in his dorm. 

-When I say a lot I mean it. 

-You remember how Shouto managed to remodel his room in an afternoon during their first day in the dorms. 

-Yeah that’s what he does for your dates. 

-Since you can’t risk going to outdoor dates very often since it’s very easy for a paparazzi to spot the son of Endeavor.

-Especially if he is holding hands with someone else. 

-Natsuo actually warned you about that and he was the one to suggest dorm dates. 

-He had taken his girlfriend out on a diner date and the next day they were all over multiple tabloids accompanied by multiple calls from Endeavor. 

-All Todoroki children hide their s/o’s......even Fuyumi. 

-Anyways back to Shouto. 

-You spend so much time in his room that you tend to leave some of your clothes there. 

-You change into his hoodies in his room so forgetting your shirt there is a usual phenomenon.

-Plus you do the dirty so.... scattered clothes.

-Now Todoroki is friends with Momo.

-And Momo is friends with you. 

-And she has seen your closet on multiple occasions. 

-She knows your clothes.....you see where I’m going with this?

-Todoroki was struggling with some chemistry problems and you were out doing your hero studies. 

-You had apologized to him multiple times and had suggested Momo as the perfect tutor. 

-That’s why Momo is now alone in his room as he is making tea in the kitchen, looking at what seems to be like one of your favorite sweaters. 

-You had gotten it during Christmas and wouldn’t take it off for a week straight. 

-You had basically brainwashed them by how often you wear it. 

-Why was it in Todoroki’s room though?

- “Todoroki-kun why do you have L/N-san’s sweater?”

-He froze.

-You had stayed the night last Monday and you had been wearing that sweater. 

-He remembers it vividly since he was the one who took it off.....along with your bra.......that he threw somewhere in the room.....AND MOMO COULD FIND AT ANY MOMENT.

-Momo was starting to get worried because well....he had been standing at the same spot for a solid minute staring at absolutely nothing. 

-Standing up she went to shake his shoulder when her eyes caught a bright red fabric peeking out from under the desk.

-Brushing past him she crouched down and grabbed the fabric revealing the red bra. 

-Todoroki snapped out of his shock state the moment Momo reached for the bra strap. 

-He couldn’t stop her though....

- “T-Todoroki-kun.....” 

-And as if things couldn’t get any worse, his phone started to ring as your photo appeared on the screen your name replaced by a heart surrounded ‘babygirl’.

-Todoroki groaned at well everything. 

-Momo was blushing like crazy STILL holding your bra. 

-You two had a lot of things to explain. 

Shinsou Hitoshi

-I’ve said this before. 

-You never meant your relationship to be a secret. 

-At least not in the beginning. 

-You two just never acted like a couple and people assumed that you were just good friends.

-Then you heard Aizawa scaring a boy who had made Mina cry so.........dating his special trainee while you were one of his FEMALE students?

-Nope.

-A secret it is.

-Aizawa is a protective dad and you can’t change my mind. 

-You have a collection of hoodies you have ‘borrowed’ that you wear only inside your or his dorm. 

-And while you sleep. 

-Falling asleep surrounded by his scent is heaven. 

-Aizawa has caught you twice wearing his hoodies.

-Once when Shinsou got turned into a baby and once when you went to get water and he scared you shitless. 

-Aizawa knows about yalls relationship. 

-You can run but you cannot hide child. 

-Anyways. 

-You had a box full of Polaroids from your dates. 

-He knew how happy you were when you two took photos that’s why he bought you a Polaroid. 

-Now you can print your photos and decorate your room. 

-Shinsou is an insomniac.

-We’ve been knew. 

-So on the rare days when he feels kinda sleepy but he misses you so badly he can’t really fall asleep he’ll sneak in your dorm and have an impromptu sleepover. 

-You don’t complain of course. 

-You love to snuggle up to him.

-Also this boy loves wrapping you up in his arms.

-Snuggles snuggles snuggles. 

-Irrelevant information: he has you saved on his phone as kitten and your contact photo is you hanging upside down from the ceiling wrapped up in his capture tool. 

-He had tried teaching you to use it and you somehow managed to climb on the bookcase trying to remake that scene from Tarzan but the cloth got caught on the ceiling fan resulting in this hilarious photo. 

-Back to your sleepover.

-He falls asleep like in the blink of an eye.

-Your sleep that night is the best both of you have had in a fat while. 

-Plus the fact that its the weekend lets you enjoy each others warmth for as long as you like. 

-YES YOU SLEPT IN!!!!

-Being friends with Mina and Kaminari is a ride. 

-Sero and Bakubro and maybe Kiri in some occasions are damage control but they get tired and let you take care of the children. 

-You had promised to go out shopping that morning, a plan you totally forgot when Shinsou tapped your window last night. 

-Giving Mina a spare key to your room was the worst decision you could have made considering you were in a secret relationship. 

-When you didn’t show up on time the two idiots waited for an hour before they made their way to your room.

-Using the spare key she pushed the door open letting out a long “Y/N-CHAAAAN!!!” which scared the soul out of your bodies. 

-You let out a startled scream that woke Hitoshi up who without missing a bit pulled you under him shielding you from whatever made you scream. 

-It was purely on instinct to save and protect you hfqpirhfhsod so cute!!!!

-Mina was left staring at the scene in front of her while Kaminari was calling Sero begging him to come to your room. 

-I don’t know how they didn’t attract dadzawa.

-You would get your ass whooped. 

-Shopping was long forgotten as the whole Bakusquad came one by one in your room waiting for the tea to be spilled. 

-Mina and Sero were angry since they have tried time and time again to hook you up with multiple of their friends, Bakugou didn’t care but he approved, Kaminari and Kirishima were threatening Shisnou if he ever were to break your heart. 

- “I love her you dumbasses I’m not going to hurt her!!!”

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Gilbert's End.

Part 1.

"World disaster"… I don't know why people call Gilbert that. However, the only thing I've heard is that it is.

Flashback begins.

If a pitch black tiger descends on the battlefield, victory or defeat will be decided at that moment.

The ever-conquering master would step on the ground, stomp his foot on the ground, and take everything with a fresh smile.

So don't ever, ever get close to him. If you find yourself on the same battlefield as Gilbert-sama, defeat will be confirmed at that moment…

Flashback end.

(But… I did it).

The sound was so strong I thought my heart might burst.

I am now on my knees before the "world disaster"… What's more, I woke up only recently.

Gilbert: You're up earlier than you thought, right?

Gilbert-san smiled cheerfully, stroking my hair.

Sweet, gentle, polite, like a lover - but there's no emotion in the blood-colored eyes close-up.

MC: I'm sorry!

I'm on my feet.

If I look closely, I can see that the twilight outside the window still surrounds me, and that I was unconscious for only a moment.

(That's the least I can do).

I remembered the relentless, violent force.

Gilbert: Watch your back, Bunny-san.

МС:......?

When I try to turn around, my head is pushed down hard.

Chevalier: Do you have nothing but flowers in your head?

(Chevalier-sama)

"I warned you yesterday", I think I could hear it without my voice.

MC: Sorry… No, I don't.

(Since when are you here?)

Chevalier: I don't give a damn what happens to you.

Chevalier-sama looked down at Gilbert-sama, holding my head in his hand.

Chevalier: But I don't get it.

Gilbert: Why do I make a mess with the little rabbit …? Do you want to be a part of this?

Chevalier: Yeah. Even if your goal is to expose her, you don't need to mess with her this much.

Chevalier: The quickest way is to scare the little rabbit with the time you just spent with her. It should be easy for you.

Chevalier: It's obvious there's another purpose, but why does it have to do with a little rabbit?

Gilbert: Why not just because I like it?

<I'm such an idiot. I deleted the screenshot. Gilbert had a gentle expression on his face at that moment.>

Chevalier: It's more like the opposite.

Chevalier: I thought the little rabbit was the kind of woman you wanted to kill… ?

Gilbert: Chevalier is ruthless, isn't he?

(What does it mean "the kind of woman you wanted to kill"?)

Part 2.

Gilbert: Oh, wait, that's Chevalier's assessment.

Gilbert shrugged his shoulders deliberately, as if he could see into my mind again.

Gilbert: I wish you would be more careful what you say. This is a loss of honor.

Gilbert: I'm not crazy enough to kill an innocent woman.

Gilbert: I'm like you, Chevalier.

Gilbert: The most important thing to focus on is whether or not it is in the national interest.

Chevalier: .....

Gilbert: Bunny-san, there is no need to think about complicated things.

Gilbert: I just want to be friends with you, that's all.

(Gilbert-sama said he would not lie).

In other words, it may not be a lie, but... But I don't think he is telling the truth. Gilbert-sama's gentle words were thrown around for nothing.

It sounds like what's called "idle chatter."

(I'm pretty sure I'm biased, too).

Gilbert: I really wanted to make the little rabbit more familiar with me, but Chevalier got in the way. Too bad.

After a few moments, I realized as I breathed easier.

Having said that, Gilbert-sama gets up and, losing interest in me, leaves.

That night, with several knights waiting for me at the door, I crawled into bed.

I couldn't turn to face the balcony.

I was so sleepy before the evening, but now I can't sleep.

(...........)

(..... I've been pleasuring myself since yesterday).

Flashback begins.

It was a cruel reality that happened right before my eyes.

To Chevalier-sama, who has shown his true nature as a cruel and merciless beast.

And to Gilbert-sama, a man with a kind face that is hard to read.

(....All I can think about is running away because I'm scared, and I'm going to hate myself for it.)

I pull the blanket over my head.

(How long have I been lying like this?)

As I turned over in a fitful sleep, the other side of the door suddenly became noisy.

(Huh....?)

I got out of bed at about the same time that the person who had just burst into the room reached for me -----

The action takes place in a church.

Gilbert:  So? What's that poor little rabbit there wrapped up in a rope?

Part 3.

(Indeed, how could this happen?)

A man in a knight's uniform pushed me, tied with a rope and unable to move, to the floor. Next to me was a familiar maid.

I remember a man dressed as a knight bursting into my room. I was doused with some kind of chemical, and I only vaguely remember what happened next.

The next time I woke up, I was already tied up with ropes.

(Nevertheless, my head was still foggy).

I looked up and saw Gilbert-sama sitting uncomfortablyat the altar in the chapel, looking down at us.

Knight(?): Here are our "results".

(....! So you're saying it was Gilbert who ordered my abduction?)

Blood colored eyes are sleepy, even though they are restrained. 

Although he said he wouldn't lie, it looks like that in itself was a lie.

(Not that I believe it, but it sucks.)

(Even if....)

(What was the purpose of my kidnapping...?)

Gilbert: Good job...

As always, smiling Gilbert-sama approached us. In his hands he was removing his cane.

*sound of thumping*

Knight(?): Oh.

Gilbert: Bunny-san, are you all right?

Gilbert-sama gently lifts me up and begins to untie me.

Gilbert: Where does it hurt?

MC: .... I'm fine....

Gilbert: Yes, thank God.  If you get hurt, some tiger won't be able to keep quiet.  Gilbert: Sure, me too.

(What do you mean?)

Gilbert-sama, who untied my rope, pointed to the exit.

Gilbert: Go get the others.

MC: ......

Gilbert: Rhodolite has its own rules.

Gilbert: Because I can't give you a private sentence.

MC:.....

Gilbert: You think there's more to it than that?

MC: ..... and?...

Gilbert: But unfortunately, I can't live up to your expectations.

Gilbert: Because right now I'm just a guy who's in a bit of a bad mood because a potential friend was treated poorly.

(.....I really don't know anymore)

What is a lie and what is the truth?

The people surrounding Gilbert-sama clearly wanted to do me harm, but they were not willing to do so. I wonder if it was really Gilbert's own wish.

I was starting to hate myself more and more for not being able to trust even the kindness that was being shown to me right now.

MC: I'll go get someone.

(That's not the point right now....)

Gilbert: I don't mind that you're so understanding.

[efkgirldetective]

~part IV~ of this little prompt series { part I & part II & part III }

much love&thanks to @shaniso90 for this adjusted prompt !!! your noun/color/place worked so so well with my imposed emotion ✨

(ps highly recommend listening to tell me you love me by sufjan stevens—irrefutably/canonically jily—whilst reading)

sweater + lavender+ library + apprehension

Lily pauses, lazy with sleep, in the cusp of the hall—glimpsing round the corner James and Sirius stood in the kitchen, bent together, talking in quiet tones. She leans her head to the wall, watches James smile and laugh. He looks well-rested. He’s wearing the sweater she gave him for Christmas, lavender and woolen. One elbow already rethreaded with magic.

She presses a hand to her ribs. Afraid if she doesn’t hold her heart inside, it will spill out. Sirius leans back against the counter and flicks his wand at a simmering pan, at the toaster; she can smell eggs and nearly-burnt bread; the lingering scent of James, head heavy on his morning pillow. His fluttering lashes as he woke, slowly, culled his fingers to her neck, kissed her through halfsleep; whispered I’m here, sweetheart. I’m here.

Lily lets the fingers shift down; rest on her belly. Tender and soft. She steps into the kitchen.

“Morning, sleepy,” James murmurs when she tucks herself into his side, feeling the sweater between her fingers, feeling his warmth and his being here, being alive. Gripping at the loops of his jeans. Unwilling to let go.

“Toast, Evans?” Sirius asks, slipping past them. “Eggs?”

They share slow breakfast. Peter joins not long after and steeps tea just the way they all like. They laugh when Remus finally emerges, disgruntled and bedheaded, shoving at Sirius lightheartedly as he’s pulled in for a kiss; hands touching necks. Lily keeps herself connected to James; hand on his leg as it bounces under the table; mouth pressed into his shoulder when he refills her juice; fingers moving up through his hair, still damp from a shower. As if he’ll stay, just here, if she can keep him steady. As if touch could save him—any of them.

“Come with me to the library?” Lily wonders as the table breaks up— Remus fully awake and talking aloud through his list of Saturday chores, Sirius groaning that they ought to just go back to bed and loiter, Peter insisting on clearing the dishes, jostling a kind and gentle hand at James’ shoulder—“I’ve got books to return.”

They pile on their corduroy coats and cast warming charms and walk down the street through late November leaves, sunlight yellow and cold. Lily concentrates on the feeling of their hands, entwined. Hefts her tote of books higher on her shoulder. Feels his thumb rubbing her thumb.

“Okay?” he asks and in response, she brings the thumb up to her lips.

The Muggle library is scarce with patrons. Lily returns her books and chats for a moment with sweet, silver-haired Fran. “You’re quite glowing, love,” the librarian says as Lily shuffles a stack of new books into the tote. “Has that tall handsome mister gone and given you a ring?”

Lily smiles—and it bursts in jest as much in sadness. “Not yet, Fran, no ring.”

“He’s a right plonker should he not be ring shopping, at least. Tell him I said that, would you now?”

Lily finds James in the back of the library, flipping through a book on car mechanics, muttering on about how bloody impossible it all is, sans spellwork. The glass-ceilinged atrium above scatters gold light over the floor, over the stacks; catches in his dark hair. Lily feels the heart-spill, tenfold. Fits herself to his back and wraps her arms around his body; buries her face in his coat.

“Lils?” he asks, spreading his hands over hers.

“I love you,” she tells his coat.

He twists around fully and cradles her jaw and the library feels immense—but, still, too small. She chokes on the weight of her nerves, on the weight of the future. “You’re pale,” he murmurs, and she shuts her eyes. “Really, is everything okay?”

“Let’s walk,” she diverts, eager for someplace else to breathe.

They walk to a nearby park. The sun has dimmed behind clouds. Lily feels her footsteps very intentionally. Tucked into the crook of his body, she knows this is before. The after, unknowable. They will never be the same.

They meander to a bench with a nice view of a small pond, catered in late autumn by dreary clouded algae, birds splashing their wings in the water.

James doesn’t push—knowing, perhaps, that the words are glomming in her throat, that her fear and panic and wrong time wrong time wrong time are fraught enough to bury any thrill; affection; growth.

She asks, to stall, “your leg?”

He gives her a small smile. “Aches, just a little.”

“Good,” she nods, breathing out, running her hand down his arm; feeling his eyes on her. She looks out over the water. “Good.”

A family teeters down the path behind them. The babbling child throws the skin of an orange into the grass. Lily concentrates, very hard, on the way an orange smells when its skin is peeled off; the pleasant, stinging sweet. She remembers like her own breath the day she and James shared an orange under summer sun, eighteen years old, besotted; juice dripping between fingers. I love you shimmering between them for the very first time. “Can you feel it?” he wondered, hair moved through with wind. She held his eyes and cupped his hand in hers; gave over the last slice of fruit. “I’m full of it.” She tasted the orange on his lips. Amended, “overflowing.”

“I don’t know," she whispers, now, on the cold bench, "how you’ll react.”

James squeezes her hand. “It’s okay,” he says gently. “Anything, Lils. I’m here.”

“It’s...” she smooths a hand down her wool skirt, the thick stockings beneath. Looking for something to ground. “These last weeks have been—tumultuous,” she begins, “with the Order, and the moon, and the—with you, your—”

Out in the pond, a pair of ducks submerge their heads underwater. Lily reels in the tight knot of breath in her throat; tries to swallow past.

“Love,” James says, eyebrows pressed together, shifting himself sideways, arm reaching out under her back, round her waist. “What’s happened?”

Her lips quiver. How stupid it is—how reckless. “I missed my period, fully, last month,” she whispers, toying compulsively with the hem of her skirt. “And...I’m late on my charm, I missed the appointment. In the middle of—” she cuts her head away from him; can’t bear to see his face, falling. “I didn’t go. I forgot.”

There are birds in distant trees, calling out; anxious. The memory of the child, the orange peel, and the summer sun are blurring, too much the same thing. A love without home.

A sprawl of fingers on her cheek; she lets her face turn. His eyes gone soft. “You’re—” he clears his throat and runs a thumb over her chin. “Are you—?”

No chance of swallowing this lump, now. She lets it lump. Lets herself nod, slowly.

James goes still, save the stroke of his thumb. She feels frantic to move—to gasp—to scream. But she stays in his stillness and watches for signs of life. For signs of annoyance, of anger, of this is not our time.

None of it comes.

“I know,” she says, to fill the quiet, without much of a voice, “we’re too young, and there’s—so much wrong with it, and no time for—I know I’ve fucked up, I know there’s no place for such—such irresponsible—”

“Lily,” James chokes, flattening any further defense. “Lily,” he repeats, and his eyes are wet and his hand on her chin is shaking, shaking entirely.

“Are you...upset?”

“Upset? How could I—” James searches her eyes, frantically. “Are you upset?”

She bites her lips. Finds a swell of heat, in the space of their bodies—shakes her head, suddenly certain. “No. Scared, yes, but....no,” she breathes in. “I’m not upset.”

His breath seems to rush out all at once. He hiccups on a laugh, and pulls her in desperately, arms wrapping around; she lets herself burrow. Safe and warm. His lips press into her neck without aim. His smile presses, too. “Lily,” he whispers, and even her name is safe, tucked under his tongue. “When did you—” he pulls back, wet-cheeked. She scatters it away with her thumbs. “How long have you known?”

“Only yesterday. St. Mungos sent an owl and...” she feels herself blushing. “When Mags was in, wrapping up your spells...I went to the corner shop for a Muggle test and took it in their loo.”

James blows air out through his lips. “The Muggle tests...they’re accurate?...I mean,” he restarts, deliberately, brow knit in careful concentration. “You’re—you’re absolutely sure?”

“A Healer will be able to confirm, but...” Lily extracts one of his hands and folds it over her stomach; hears his quick inhaling breath. She covers the hand with her own. “I feel...full.”

“Oh my god, Evans,” he laughs, looking up at her; voice faltering, split in two; eyes overfull with wonder. “We’re having a baby?”

To be growing something that belongs to them both; to watch him transform with the knowledge, blinking, and teary, and happy. Lily’s heart pushes hard at her ribs. The birds are calling out in the trees. In among the this is not our time: something flowering, something organic—we will make this our time.

“Yes, Potter,” she smiles, chasing his sparkling laugh; her body a home to such love. “We’re having a baby.”

[kuroos-babie]

Falling in Love with a Single Mom

Iwaizumi x fem!Reader | Bokuto x fem!Reader | Ushijima x fem!Reader

[ Headcanons/MiniFic ]

Request: Can I please req headcanons for Iwaizumi, Bokuto, and Ushijima falling for a single mom? — anonymous

a/n: this one’s looong but i really enjoyed writing it pLS GIVE ME MORE like anything concerning babies id love that please thank u :’] I HOPE Y’ALL WOULD LIKE THIS ONE :D i’d love to make these a full blown fic if any of yall want that hehe

❀ aside from the hushed chattering of students waiting for the professor to arrive, the college lecture hall was fairly quiet

❀ that was until the high-pitched cries of a baby ripped through the room

“hey pipe it down!”

“who would even bring a baby to a lecture anyway?”

“can’t you just bring it outside jeez you’re interfering the class”

“class hasn’t even started yet”

❀ iwaizumi was the last one to speak, your classmates’ snarky comments annoying him more than the baby’s crying

❀ he saw you walk out the hall, pushing the stroller with your head low, muttering apologies

❀ letting out a sigh, iwa stood up with the intention of following you outside, but not before he shoots your classmates a threatening glare

❀ he finds you not too far from from the lecture hall, bouncing your 5-month old daughter on your hip as her wailing turned to quiet sobs while she laid her head on your chest

“there there, were you just sleepy?”, iwa doesn’t miss the soft but tired smile gracing your face

“uhh do you need some help with that?”, you jumped at his voice, startled

“oh no, we’re fine! thank you though...uhh..?”

“iwaizumi, i’m iwaizumi hajime, i believe we haven’t met before” he extends his hand for you to shake which you curtly did

“y/n! yeah i believe we haven’t”

❀ since that encounter, iwa would always sit beside you in class and glare at anyone who so much as attempts to make any unnecessary comments

❀ he’d often offer to look after your baby while you took class notes for the both of you

❀ it didn’t take long for iwa to grow fond of your blubbering baby and, of course, you

❀ he noticed how hard you worked; juggling classes, part-time jobs and taking care of your daughter and he admired you for it, so much so that he spent almost every weekend over at your place, insisting on helping you take care of your daughter

“y/n, i don’t want to seem rude but if it’s alright to ask, where’s her dad?”, he’d ask while holding your child, who was curiously pinching and smooshing at his face, as you prepared lunch

it was a question that’s been bugging him for so long, noticing that there was no sign of any other person in your small apartment except for you and your baby

“oh,” you started with a small laugh, “he left when i told him i was pregnant”

the amount of restrain it took iwaizumi to not curse in front of the baby is unthinkable but the bittersweet way you smiled dissipated his anger and he was filled with something he couldn’t quite comprehend

“it’s alright though! we’ve managed to get this far”, there was a wistful pause before you continued, “i’d love it if she grew up with a dad though.”

“then let me” with a voice so steady, unwavering, and as dependable as he was these past few months he continued, “i’ll take care of you.”

he didn’t even let your tears fall as he pulled you in his embrace together with your child, placing a soft kiss on your forehead, 

and for the first time in so long, you’re comforted with the feeling that everything will be fine —and you believed that it will be, as long as he was there

❀ it was just another run to the grocery store with akaashi, him picking out everything on the list while bokuto sluggishly pushed the cart through the aisles

“akaashi what’s taking you so looooong? i want to go hooooome”

“bokuto-san we wouldn’t be spending so much time here if you regularly shopped instead of calling me for help when you’ve eaten the last bit of food in your house and you have nothing else to eat anymore.”

❀ the tall owl-like man deflated more, if that was even possible, as he followed akaashi around

❀ skimming through the snack aisle, he noticed something was tugging on his shirt, but when he looked down..

“daddy?”

AJDKDAFJHKSD DO I LOOK LIKE--

“uhhh akaashi???”

❀ the toddler clutched at the hem of bokuto’s shirt, tear-stained cheeks puffing out as he pouted

❀ bokuto picked the child up and held him in his arms with a bright smile

“what’s wrong buddy? are you lost? should we help you find mommy?”

“we should probably leave him at the security desk, bokuto-san”

“are you my daddy?”, the toddler asked again, teary eyed, ignoring akaashi’s words

“well do you want me to be your daddy?”, he grinned and the child nodded gleefully 

“bokuto-san, no”

he turned to his junior, tears welling up his eyes, “akaashi, i’m a father!!”

“bOKuTO-sAN” 

❀ the tragedy of akaashi keiji

❀ the rest of grocery shopping went by with bokuto picking out stuff for his “son”

❀ it was all fun and games right before you spotted them

“uhm, excuse me but i think that’s my son”

“mommy!” the child’s eyes lit up as he turned to you

“hi baby, let’s go home you’ve troubled this man enough.”

“mommy i found daddy!!”, he said while hugging around bokuto’s head, earning a chuckle from him

you laughed lightly, turning to the two men, “sorry he has a knack for trying to find a dad during grocery runs”

bokuto and akaashi gave each other a look before the latter spoke, “it’s alright you must’ve been worried, bokuto-san please give back her son”

“but akaashi--”

“give him back :)”

bokuto hesitantly placed your son in your arms, the both of them have matching pouts

your son nuzzled against your shoulder, stifling down his sobs and quietly whispered, “but i really wanted him to be my dad”

“maybe we can meet up some other time again so you and bokuto-san can play?”, you eyed the man pleadingly which earned you a giddy nod from both your child and him

❀ that was how you and bokuto started seeing each other regularly

❀ he’d visit your house every weekend, come with you to pick up your son from kindergarten, take you both out for dinner and even stayed over on some occasions 

❀ your son loves him so much and always calls him “dad/daddy”

❀ bokuto calls him “buddy/kid”

❀ your son would often tease bokuto when he catches him stealing glances at you while you walked around the house, getting chores done

“you like mommy don’t you?”, he’d snicker

“i-- whAT? kid where do you get those ideas from?”

you peered through the doorway of you son’s playroom, “baby do you want some snacks?”

“yes please!” the both of them answered at the same time, bokuto turning beet-red while you just stifle down a laugh and went to prepare their snacks

when bokuto was sure that you were out of earshot, he whispered to your son, “kid do you still want me to be your daddy?”

“yes! yes!! YES!!!”, the little boy bounced on his heels happily 

“okay good because i think i want to marry your mommy”

“wakatoshi-kun isn’t that y/n-san?”

❀ ushijima grunted as he had his eyes fixed on your form from across the room

❀ it was your high school reunion and even though you both haven’t met in a while, the former volleyball team captain still felt his spine tingling at the sight of you

❀ you’ve always been pretty, pretty enough to catch his eyes and fascinating enough personality-wise to keep his attention on you

❀ though he never spoke of these feelings throughout high school, it never really vanished even when you’re well on your adult years

❀ and seeing you right now, with the same pretty smile but seemingly tired eyes, he can’t help but yearn for you as he did when you were in high school

❀ while walking to the other end of the room to where you were, he thought of anything to try and hit up a conversation with you but he was pulled from his musings the moment you’re standing in front of him, a mere arms-length away

“y/n..”

“oh ushijima-san! long time no see, how hav--”

“mama!”, you were interrupted as your 5 year old child clung to your hips, “mama the scary man’s coming for me!”

“ᶦ ʷᵃˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵗʳʸᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃʸ ʰᵉˡˡᵒ“ :’/

“baby don’t be rude that’s just uncle goshiki, go on play with him” you urged your son with a gentle hand on his back

“no! his hair looks weird!!”

❀ rip tsutomu bb

❀ ushijima doesn’t know what to make out of the situation

❀ you have a child? does that mean you were married already? was he too late?

“i didn’t know you got married”

“huh? oh no! i didn’t..”, you were hoping he would get the hint but you remembered that it was ushijima wakatoshi in front of you, so you had to spell it out for him, “i got pregnant shortly after college, his dad left the moment i dropped the news though”

the laugh that came from you was humorless, and that didn’t go unnoticed by ushijima

“would it be alright if i took you out on a date, then?”

❀ with face flushed deep red, you bit the inside of your cheek and nodded, sheepishly squeaking out a quiet “yeah”

❀ you both agreed to meet the next weekend for lunch then take your son on a playhouse while you two catch up

❀ then came the weekend, everything was going well, except for one thing

❀ even at the playhouse, your son didn’t leave your side and instead opted for glaring at ushijima across the table in the parents’ waiting area

“baby it’s rude to glare at people, please go play with the other kids”

“what do you want to do with mama!”, he said pointedly at the mountain of a man 

“talk?”

“what do you want to talk about with her!” 

you couldn’t help but smile at your tiny little bodyguard acting so tough even with a man probably five times his size

“i wanted to know if she would consider marrying me”

at that, you whipped your head to look at the man across the table who was casually talking to your son, the prospect of marrying someone who you secretly pined for for all of high school sending a wave of hot blush on your face

“why?”, your son continued with the questions

“because i would like to marry her”

“why?”

“because i love her”

“since when??”

your face grew incredibly warmer every second that passed by but his answer dealt the finishing blow and you thought your heart would burst

“since all of high school”

[ga-yuu]

Everyone’s Black History (Genjiden)

Real tweet - https://twitter.com/ikemen_genjiden/status/1442066418933977088

Some things to keep in mind before you read!!  黒歴史 (くろ れきし, kuro rekishi) is a Japanese slang word that literally means “black history”, and figuratively describes one’s embarrassing memories in the past. Obviously, everyone is desperate to forget such painful memories, but unfortunately, there is always this jerk who persistently makes fun of your “black history” and help the memories remain vividly in your heart for good. This slang word is mainly used on the internet, but some young people also use it in real life.

Translations:

Black History, Divination! (7)

Yasuchika: “Everyone! Congratulations on your success in ‘Kako no enishi’ (A Destined Encounter Of The Past)” 😄 😄

Yasuchika: “But anyway, don’t you all want to hear more of everyone’s embarrassing moments?”

Yasuchika: “So....tada!! Today, I’m going to expose everyone’s “Kuro no rekishi” (black history) through divination!” ✌️ ✌️ ✌️

Tamamo: “Just tell me your fortune right now on how to become a real human being.” 😑

Kurama: “Why is ‘embarrassing past’ referred to as ‘Black history’? Black is supposed to be a strong color, untainted by anything else, right?” 🤨

Yoichi: “That’s not where you’re going with this, is it?” 😏

Yoritomo: “Yasuchika is about to do troublesome stuff again.” 😒

Shigehira: “Yoshitsune-sama is so disappointed in Yasuchika-san that he has no comments.” 🥺

Yoshitsune: “Oh! no. I was just thinking how “Kako no enishi” and “Kuro no rekishi” rhymes in Japanese.” 😶

Yoritomo: “So that’s what you’re worried about?” 😒

Yoichi: “Okay, so I wanna see what sort of things you can tell about us from your divination, Yasuchika-dono.”

Yasuchika: “Let’s see, shall we?”

Yasuchika: “Hmmm....when Shige-chan was little, he went to visit his childhood buddy, Yoi-chan.”

Yasuchika: “After playing, he felt sleepy and took a nap....but when you woke up, you wet the bed. Am I right?” 😎

Shigehira: “HAAAAAA!!!!!!!????” 😨 😨 😨 😨

Kurama: “Awkward. Yoshitsune would not have behaved so poorly even as a child.” 😝

Yoshitsune: “Really?” 😶

Yasuchika: “Shige-chan, who thought he wet the bed, turned very pale and tried to confide it.”

Yasuchika: “You were too embarrassed that you said “Y-Yoichi-san...!!! Help me!!!” and Yoi-chan burst out laughing. Isn’t that true?”

Yoichi: “Yes yes, I remember that. But to be honest, that stain was actually because I accidently spilled my glass of water when I was drinking.” 🤣 🤣 🤣

Shigehira: “It sucks to know that you knew it all along and you were just smiling and watching!!”  😣

Yasuchika: “Next!!”

Yasuchika: “It was when Yoshitsune-sama was still by Yoritomo-sama’s side.”

Yasuchika: “The day after Yoritomo-sama saw Yoshitsune-sama cleaning his sword with his tattered tools.....”

Yoritomo: “DON’T SAY IT!!” 😳

Yasuchika: “Yoritomo, went out for shopping and found a set of cleaning tools in a beautiful time-painted box and reached for them, thinking it would suit Yoshitsune-sama.”

Yasuchika: “It reminded him of the delicate distance between him and his half-brother, and he had a hard time deciding whether to buy it or not, but..... ❤️ ❤️

Yasuchika: “In the end he did.” ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

Yoshitsune: “?”

Yoshitsune: “It’s true that I did receive a box of cleaning tools, but you said....”Someone gave it to me as a gift, but I’m giving it to you because it doesn’t match my taste.”

Tamamo: “Aha. So that’s excuse you came up with, huh? Yoritomo.” 😜

Shigehira: “I have never seen Yoritomo-sama thinking too much while shopping.” 😜

Yoritomo: “Shut up! Both of you!” 😡 😡 😡

Yoshitsune: “So that was a pure gift just for me...?” 🙃

Yoritomo:”Yasuchika! I want the next one’s black history exposed as soon as possible!!!” 😳 😳 😳

Yasuchika: “Baby Yoi-chan, who received his first bow of his own.” 🏹

Yasuchika: “He was happy that he secretly held it in his arms every night and slept with it.” 💝

Yoshitsune: “....The bow loved you and gave you your talent, but you also loved the bow.” 😇

Shigehira: “Yeah....I don’t know how it was, but I can imagine it. It’s a cute picture.”  😘

Yoichi: “The reaction of people around me was more unpleasant than the fact that my black history is exposed....didn’t you know, as a result I was badly hurt.” 😒

Kurama: “You should have destroyed your brothers and robbed their belongings, that’s what I’d do.” 🔥 🔥

Yasuchika: “As for Kura-rin...

Yasuchika: “Nothing....” 😔

Yoichi: “Hm?”

Yasuchika: “Because there’s no feeling of embarrassment, he doesn’t have a black history.” 😔

Kurama: “Of course. There is no shame in my past.” 😎 😎

Yoritomo: “This guy’s got a lot of swagger.” 😒

Tamamo: “In that case, I too have no black history, right?” 😇

Yasuchika: “You? 😳 😳 😳 You mean you’re giving me permission to search your black history? Okay! 🤩 No wait! 🤔 First, to improve my accuracy in divination. What should I do?!? Hey, Tamamo-chin can I have your hair? I’ll use it as a medium for my divination and I can also use it for ‘other’ experiments too!! Can I? Plsssssssssssssssss?? 😚 😚 😚 😚

Shigehira: “I’m scared to even know about what ‘other experiments’ are....” 😐

Tamamo: “Forget it. Having connection with you is my biggest black history.” 🤮 🤮 🤮

[seacottons]

— christmas with ateez

notes: fluff, mildly suggestive dialogue.

— park seonghwa

"But it's not fair! I gave you your present early!"

The male merely spun around, ignoring your whines as he adjusted the flickering lights over the fireplace. The wood crackled merrily in the fire and casted a brilliant orange glow onto the man's chiseled face.

"Yes, and I love it, but I never agreed that I'll give you your present early," he spoke as he jabbed the wood with the poker stick, sending bursts of sparks in the air, "Just be patient, love. Only a few more days."

"Okay, but," you grumbled as you sat crossed leg onto the couch, arms crossed and lukewarm coffee long forgotten on the table, "It still isn't fair."

With a sigh, your lover stands up to walk into the bedroom, before towering over you with a palm sized gift box. Taking the cover off, he dipped his hand inside, "Alright, fine. Since you won't stop acting like a baby, I guess it's only fair if I return the favor. You're going to love this," your eyes grew wide in anticipation as he simpered mostly to himself. He drew out his empty hand, only to shoot you a heart with his index finger and thumb. You guffawed momentarily, jaw dropping and heart sinking. Disappointment washed over you as he nearly doubled over with laughter.

"Park Seonghwa! You're not funny!"

You attempted to push his chest away with your fuzzy sock-clad feet, only for him to settle down in between your legs, hand propping his face up as he gazes at you in amusement. A mischievous glint sparkled in his orbs, one that you matched with a subtle glare.

"I was going to save this for Christmas, but you're so stubborn and insistent," reaching back, he pulled out a tiny, blue velvet box, hands working it open to reveal a ring, its brilliant, prismatic colors beaming against your shocked face as it caught the bright lights overhead, "I take it you know what this is for, right? I've been thinking about this for a while now, really, and I wanted to wait for the perfect opportunity to ask you, will you marry me?" His face fell instantly as tears streamed down your face, his brows knitting in worry as you broke down and wrapped your arms around his throat, nearly cutting off his air supply and circulation as you nodded aggressively against the column of his neck, voice hoarse and weak from the onslaught of overwhelming emotions, "Oh, you're such a big baby. My big baby."

— kim hongjoong

The sound of spools and scissors clattering down onto the floor snapped you out of your train of thought.

"This is too hard," Hongjoong flops down onto the floor of the living room, a whine escaping his throat, "I give up. I can't make an ugly sweater!"

Numerous colors of thread, ribbons, felt, and pom-poms littered the floor. The sound of snipping pierced the silence, and you smiled as you finally cut out the shape of a snowman. "You're just too much of a perfectionist, baby," you smile as you reach down to fluff his hair, "It's not supposed to look good. That's the point."

"But I can't help it," he whined as he rolled over so that his head rests in your lap, "It needs to look good! Even if it is supposed to be ugly. It still should look decent."

Rolling your eyes playfully, you lean down to place a peck against the tip of his scrunched nose, "Relax, Joongie. Just have fun with it."

You munched on gingersnap biscuits as you amusedly watched him as he fringed the edge of a red ribbon for the cuffs of his sweater. His brows furrowed in concentration as he added more stitches and pieces of fabric scraps onto the emerald-green article of clothing. An hour passed and you grew tired, hands trembling while readjusting the thread on the spool. Hongjoong was still going at it, stubborn hands picking and taking away at decorations he had already added onto his sweater.

"Stop, it looks great like that," you nudged him playfully, a yawn escaping your mouth as you leaned your head against his side, "Hurry up and finish, Joong. I'm sleepy."

He contemplates momentarily, hesitant hands outstretched over his sweater on the floor. Dropping his hands in his lap, he glanced at you for a split second, hands reaching to brush the hair out of your face as your head nodded with drowsiness, "Alright. I'll take your word for it, baby. Now let's get you into bed before you sleep on the floor again."

— jeong yunho

"Come on! The last store is closing in thirty minutes!"

The snow crunched beneath your boots as you pulled along your best friend through the numerous window shops. Lilac and blue shadows danced along the snow-covered sidewalk as shoppers briskly walked about in droves to shop for holiday gifts. Twinkling lights hung along eaves of the buildings, lampposts, as well as the bare trees in town. A variety of holiday songs can be heard throughout every turn, each shop displaying sparkling wreaths and flashing lights to beckon customers in.

Giant candy canes flanked the streets, leading to a monstrous sized evergreen tree in the center of town. Yunho's cheeks and nose flushed red from the cold, and despite trembling in his boots from the onslaught of sharp flurries beating against his face, he takes one look at your beaming expression and is instantly filled with a strange warmth that not even a crackling fireplace can provide.

He'll admit, maybe today wasn't the best day to get dragged by his best friend to go window shopping for all your mutual friends, but his soft spot for you prevented him from disagreeing. While you rambled on and on about how it would be cute to buy Jongho a muscly teddy bear and Mingi a sparkly crown, his mind drifted to when you stopped at a particular store and suddenly ceased your talking to gaze open-mouthed at a large snow globe filled with iridescent glitter, sparkling snowmen, and penguins. The afternoon sky was flecked with shining amber and pink clouds that illuminated your sparkly eyes, and the smell of cinnamon tea and roasting chestnuts filled the town's air.

He smiled to himself, already mentally preparing the gift wrap color and ribbon. Hopefully, this year his wrapping skills will improve. Maybe he'll just let Seonghwa help him out.

"Yunho, are you even paying attention to me!?"

— kang yeosang

You woke up to an unusually bright light, brows furrowing and eyes scrunching shut. Peeking your head over your lover's sleeping frame you noted the piles of snow gathering against the window you decorated with silly, little window clings last night. Frost stretched into arabesque patterns on the glass window panes, the crystals glistening gold in the morning sunlight.

The second your foot grazed the icy tiles of your bedroom, you opted to remain in bed and steal some of Yeosang's body heat. Lifting his limp arm, you tucked yourself into his hold, face buried against his chest. The shift in movement stirred him from his slumber, and he sat up bleary-eyed and confused.

Peering down at your frame silently, he settled back against the bed, tugging you closer and placing multiple pecks onto the crown of your head. Mornings like these were your favorite. You loved to cling onto your lover like second skin as the two of you slept soundlessly. He was always so, so warm and soft, and his embrace always felt like home.

The extra hours of sleep felt like mere minutes, and by the time you peeled your eyes open for the second time, Yeosang was no longer in the center of the bed spooning you. Sitting up with a deep inhale, you grimaced at the glistening snow outside, the icy wind howling and sending tuffs of ice scattering about. The sound of padded footsteps caught your attention, and you were suddenly overwhelmed with the scent of cocoa.

Yeosang stood in the doorway with an unamused expression, two steaming mugs of hot chocolate in hand and chocolate stains on his beige, fleece sweater, "Oh good, you're awake. You slept like a rock while I nearly set the kitchen on fire."

"What did you do.." you mumbled, fists reaching up to rub at your eyes, "Should I even ask?"

You're suddenly aware of the faint smell of something burnt in the air and the thin haze of smoke lingering throughout your apartment.

"Don't worry," he mused as he handed you the red mug of hot chocolate, your eyes instantly drawn to the dollop of cream and marshmallows floating on the surface. He settled onto the bed beside you, leaning in to give you a chocolate-stained kiss, "We needed a new microwave anyway."

— choi san

"See, your shower wasn't that bad," you cooed gently as you swaddled your boyfriend's cat, Byeol, in a fluffy blanket, carrying her out to the living room. You bumped into a hard chest, Byeol instantly taking the opportunity to dive out of your arms to scurry away. Snapping your head up, you were met with a smirking, cardigan-clad San who leaned against the doorframe.

You dropped your gaze to the dangling mistletoe in his hands, scoffing playfully at the sight. Throughout your entire apartment, mistletoes hung from every doorframe and corner with San's stubborn insistence. Leaning forward, you cupped his dimpled cheeks bringing him in closer to slot your lips against his own in a chaste kiss.

"I told you, you don't need a mistletoe to ask me for a kiss," you murmured against his mouth as he placed numerous pecks onto your glossed lips. Pulling you taut against his chest, he burrows his head into the crook of your neck, and you feel his lips twitch up into a knowing smile.

"But I've been getting more kisses thanks to all the mistletoes," he laughed against your skin, arms coiling tightly around your frame, his hands fondling your rear, "Even more than Byeol. So, I think I might just keep them hung up even after-"

The sound of glass shattering startled him, his frame jolting up instantly, eyes wide as saucers.

"That better not be my new snow globe."

Peeling himself from your hold, San scrambled to the bedroom, the sounds of his cries reverberating throughout the apartment. Reaching down to pick up the forgotten mistletoe, you laugh as he scolded Byeol, who in return dashed out of the room without a care in the world.

San stood in the doorway with a broken snow globe in hand, a pout eminent on his features, "I'm giving Byeol coal for Christmas," he spat angrily as you walked over to him, eyes rolling and hands working on unbuttoning the cardigan he had on to continue what he had previously started, "I knew she should've been on Santa's naughty list."

He suddenly ceases his rant, peering at you with a questioning gaze.

You raised your arm high in the air, and the mass of green dangled in front of San's curious face. His eyes flickered from the mistletoe to your face repeatedly, before his crestfallen expression morphs into one of mischief, "And you are most definitely on San's naughty list."

— song mingi

Mingi lets out a loud shriek as the roof of his gingerbread house topples over into a mess of frosting and gummy treats. Peeking over from your side of the table, you nearly laugh at the sight of him apologizing to the fallen gummy bears smeared with excess frosting, "Ming-Ming, try adding more frosting! It'll help."

"This is a lot harder than it looks!" he complained as he delicately squeezed a line of vanilla icing onto the edges of the cookie, "I nearly killed the gummy bear family. My hands are just too big and clumsy-"

He squeezed his eyes shut as he once again placed the remaining piece of gingerbread cookie onto the house, one eye peeking open to stare in awe at the stabilized cookie house. His eyes glimmered with joy, mouth stretching wide into a contagious grin as he silently points at his creation in fear that his voice will send it crashing down for a second time that night.

Mingi's gingerbread house was cute, you'll give him that. Smears of frosting stained the sides and the roof, and excess frosting dripped from the seams connecting all the pieces together. His hands scrambled to pick out the first of his decorations.

"Let's see," he hummed in satisfaction, "Baby, help me out. Peppermint candies or gum drops for the wreath on the door?"

"I don't think your gummy bear family will approve of their kind being used as a wreath," you giggled, your sock-clad feet intertwining between his legs underneath the table as you reached into the bowl of treats to plop a few in your mouth, "Pass me the red icing, please."

"You're absolutely right," he says in a matter of factly, eyes wide and curious as he squeezes dollops of icing onto the sides of the gingerbread house, "The gum drops will be the flowers around the house. Y'know, just like Spongebob's house?"

When he wasn't met with a reply, he peers up curiously, mouth dropping instantly with a loud gasp, "No! Stop! Don't eat the gingerbread men! I need those!"

— jung wooyoung

Crouching down, you admired the way the frost glistened in the sunlight, your fingers reaching forward to trace the arabesque patterns on the tree trunks and leaves. A flying mass of white flung over your head and onto the tree bark, another hitting you square on your bum. A high-pitched scream rung out almost immediately from your throat, your frame stumbling onto the snow littered ground.

You whipped your head back at the source of laughter from behind you, and your eyes instantly squint in aggravation at the cackling male behind you. Wisps of ebony locks peek out from his red beanie, framing his amused face and cheeky grin. He trudged towards the snowmen you two built ( the same one with the goofy, crooked smile he insisted looked like you ) and struck a pose on one leg, arms stretched high to form a heart as he winked at you, his long, lilac shadow stretching onto the expanse of soft snow.

"Baby, haven't I taught you to never turn your back on your enem-" He startled as a tiny golf-sized snowball slammed and crumbled onto his nose. Brushing off the snow and clenching his jaw, he then released a huff through his nose and whined, boot-clad feet stomping into the snow, "Ah! I was being cute for you! Don't ruin my moment!"

His nose grew considerably more flushed from the impact of snow, and he drew back, threatened, when you stomped your way towards him, a sheepish smile finding its way onto his features. Attempting to assert dominance, he cleared his throat, eyes smoldering as he leaned in close towards your face with a faint smirk, "It's okay to be a sore loser, you know?" Reaching down, he pats your bum free of the remaining snow, snickering to himself when you slap his hands away, before releasing a loud cry of surprise when you push him back to land on the smaller of the two snowmen.

"No!" he whined instantly, "Baby! You made me crush your twin." He scrambled up to assess the damage as you cackled beside him, his eyes practically slits as he pulled you in by your scarf, "That's what you're going to look like too, after I'm done with you."

— choi jongho

This year, your boyfriend disagreed to all your attempts to buy a faux tree for your living room, and instead flaunted his strength as he single-handedly chopped one down and dragged it to his car. The pungent smell of cedar was overwhelming in your tiny apartment, but you thought it was well worth the trip to see Jongho so proud and satisfied with himself for doing all the hard work with no aid.

He carefully stood on a stool as he wrapped golden tinsel around the tree, his brows furrowed on concentration, "Tell me if it's crooked, baby," he crouched down as he reached the end, hand outstretched in a silent gesture for the scissors. You placed the box of hand painted ornaments and ribbons down, hands reaching in to grab at a few, only to be stopped by Jongho, "No, no. It's okay, I can do it. Don't worry, love."

"But I want to-"

"Ssh," he places a finger to your pouting lips and stops your futile attempt to persuade him, "Let Macho Jongho do all of the work, princess."

Crossing your arms with a roll of your eyes, you watched him tie multiple bows of ribbon along the edges of the tree. Jongho always regarded you like delicate glass, never allowing you to do any tiresome work if he was around. In the beginning, it was quite endearing, but moments like these you wanted to pull on his ear and demand him to accept your help. Besides, decorating the Christmas tree was the highlight of the entire holiday.

A muffled cuss caught your attention, and you perked your head up to gaze at the frustrated male across the room. You watched as he struggled with the fairy lights, the thin metal coiling around his arms and fingers, "Babe," he called out in defeat, "I need help."

"I thought you'd never ask."

[ly-canthropewrites]

Gentle Mornings

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Reader

Word Count:  1,636

Rating: SFW, Fluff

Summary: Mornings with Walter are dreamy and something special. 

A/N: Thank you to @yespolkadotkitty​ for beta’ing the first half of it for me!

“You left me alone in bed,” you hear a voice accuse you. 

The gruffness of the voice makes you look up, an involuntary smile stretching across your lips as you watch Walter shift towards you, drowsiness making his movements sluggish and it is evident that he has only just woken up himself. 

“How long have you been up for?” he questions. 

You accept the soft kiss that is pressed to the crown of your head. 

“A while. I couldn’t sleep,”. 

Walter glances at his watch, noting it is a sharp six a.m. and by the two large stacks of documents situated on either side of you, you’ve been up before dawn rose. You look cozy. Legs protected by a thick pair of sweatpants and his enormous dressing gown smothers you whole. Fluffy socks adorn your usually cold feet. 

Despite your attempts at keeping warm, the dull pallor of your exposed hands reveal how much the chilly winter is affecting you. 

“Come sit with me,” you beg, tilting your head up to give him a pleading look. 

He is happy to obey, still sleepy himself and the couch is a comfortable enough substitute for bed. You shift your documents and place your computer to the side, resting it upon the broad armrest of the lounge to free up space for your husband.

Before settling himself down, Walter snags the two blankets that sit at home on the end of the couch, draping the thickest one over your legs before crawling onto the couch. Wordlessly, he lays his head upon your lap, your soft thighs his favourite pillow. The second blanket is used to cover himself as he cuddles in deep. 

He misses your adoring smile above him but feels your gentle fingers tangle in his unruly curls. Walter moans quietly, eyes fluttering closed and his weight rests heavily as he relaxes. Silently, you play with the darkened locks. Alternating between twirling the soft strands around your fingertips and combing your fingers through his mop of hair. The zephyrous ministrations easily seduce Walter into a warm doze, balancing the fine line between wakefulness and slumber. He feels warm, loved, adored. 

Just when you think he has fallen asleep, he startles you by capturing one of your hands. Your arm is pliant as he brings your frozen extremity to his mouth, brushing his lips against your palm. His hand entirely encompasses yours and between the natural heat of him and the heat of his lips, your hand becomes toasty and perfused. 

He adores on your hand for long moments, smothering every inch of your skin in whispering kisses, the burn of his beard leaving electricity in its wake. You giggle when he travels to your pulse point, layering kisses upon your radial heart beat. He can feel the strong thumping against his lips, tattooing the beat on his mouth and he leaves a wet, open mouthed kiss before releasing your wrist. 

The house is silent around you as the world slowly wakes up and is bathed in golden light. Walter slowly falls asleep in your lap as you turn back to your work, the positioning now slightly awkward with everything shifted to your left but you don’t dare disturb your husband. He deserves his rest. 

The comforting weight of Walter sleeping upon you helps you focus on your work, no possible distractions having the chance to arise since you fear waking the sleeping lieutenant. It ends up being a productive hour, one pile of documents now much larger than it’s counterpart and you’ve managed to untangle the messy ringlets of bed hair that Walter has not even bothered to comb this morning. 

Abruptly, Walter stiffens in his sleep, stretching his muscular body across the entirety of the couch before exhaling deeply, twisting onto his back and groans whilst he sprawls into a more comfortable position. You chuckle softly, amusedly shaking your head and instinctively, you reach out and run your thumb along the minor stress lines that marr his forehead. The job has aged him, you muse sadly. Faint frown lines decorate his face, in the same way, his chest displays the multitude of honour medals when he stands at attention during ceremonies. 

He shifts again, a heavy sigh being released as Walter reaches up and rubs the palm of his hand across his face. A lazy yawn and furrowed eyebrows follows the motion. He is mesmerising, even in the sleepy and languid morning. 

“Morning handsome,” you greet, voice melodious with affection.

He tilts his head back, ear following the sweetness of your voice and he hums blissfully, lips parting slightly and he relishes in the honeyed tone of your tenderness. Drowsily, he cracks open his eyes, blinking away the last tendrils of lethargy. 

“How long have I been asleep?” Walter huskily questions, grunting as he heaves himself up, swinging his legs over the edge of the couch and slouches forward, chin resting in the cup of his hands as he yawns one last time. 

“An hour or so, you must have been tired,”. 

He glances over to you, observing how you have completed a large chunk of your work and that there is a lack of cups sitting close by. 

“Coffee,” is all the broad man says before he rises to his feet and ambles into the kitchen. 

You titter as he passes by and quickly use the time to stretch out your legs, sighing delightfully as the blood rushes back to the lower limbs. The familiar and abrasive coffee grinder erupts to life from the kitchen and not long after, the tantalising aroma of nutty caffeine reaches the living room. Your husband emerges with two large mugs in his hands, stern eyes trained on the prize as he steadily walks towards you, determined to not spill a single, precious drop. You have him well-trained as he automatically deposits the steamy cup on the marble-patterned coaster that is situated on the arm of the couch. His own mug is placed on the nearby coffee-table, an action you frown at because Lieutenant Marshall loves his coffee just as much as you, but you are pleasantly surprised when he turns to you. There is a soft look of adoration visible in his azure eyes and he stands before you, a strong, calloused hand presses against your cheek and his thumb delicately strokes the apple of your cheek.

You nuzzle into his palm, eyes crinkling in the corners as you gaze up at Walter, a besotted smile dancing across your lips. He leans down, nudging his nose against yours and gently, he manipulates your head to the side, allowing him the perfect access to his true desire. He kisses you softly, at first his lips barely brush against yours, as light as summer rain and just long enough that he could grasp the addictive taste of your lip balm, drawing him back for more. 

The second pass of his lips is firmer, the sensual hint of his tongue running along the seam of your lips and you moan. It gives Walter the opportunity to delve into your mouth, guiding the languid kiss and you fall pliant beneath his talented lips. His tongue sweeps across the moist space, the bristles of his beard scratching deliciously against your skin as you bury your hand in his curls, holding him against you as you get lost in the passionate sensation. He lazily draws back, sucking slightly on your tongue before pulling away completely, only a beady strand of saliva connecting you both. 

Unable to stray for long, he returns to your swollen lips, nibbling at the delectable tissue and soothes the abused skin with a subtle peck. You feel mildly lightheaded, so enrapt in the pleasure Walter subdues you with that you forgot to breathe. You snicker, sucking in a lungful of oxygen and Walter watches you, bemused. 

“Does my kissing entertain you, pretty girl?” He teases, hiding his exuberance and breathlessness better than you as he draws himself to his full height and retrieves his coffee mug. 

It takes you a few seconds to rein in your giggles, shaking your head to give a non-verbal response until you compose yourself. 

“No, no - I was just thinking that was one hell of a morning kiss,”. 

Walter chuckles alongside you, taking a long draw of the liquid caffeine and sits beside you. 

“I can’t blame myself, wife, I can barely control myself around you,”.

You tilt your head in his direction, crooking an eyebrow as you make eye contact with him. Innocently, Walter takes another drag of coffee and rests an enormous hand on your knee, the heat of his palm burning through the thick dressing gown and causes a burst of goose pimples across your skin. You titter, fondly smiling as you turn back to your own work, absentmindedly reaching for your own mug and the hazelnut taste explodes across your tastebuds. 

The joyful atmosphere remains, even though you both fall into your own activities. Walter doesn’t turn the television on, not daring to disturb your focus and instead, he skims through the local news web-page, catching up on the world he missed while he slept. Every now and then, he runs across a random snapshot and he has to show you, despite the distraction. He knows how much you love watching the videos of adorable dog antics, and the silvery sound of your laughter makes him want to find another video you’d appreciate - just so he can hear that blessed sound one more time. 

It is rare for Walter to have a gentle morning like this, these types of periods dotted few and far between his chaotically messy work hours, but then again, that is why he values them so much - because they are just as sacred as his love for you.

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The Duke of the Bay: Part 8

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Story Warnings: Guns, threats, alcohol, violence homosexual slang used pejoratively and positively, internalized homophobia, ask me to add any if need be

Chapter Warnings:   This is a heavy chapter. Violence is only implied, but the implications have a heavy impact. Read with caution.

Chapter Word Count:    3839

Summary: Patton O’Hearty was a great detective. Most people didn’t take him for one at first glance, especially when he dressed casual. He was abnormally chipper; he thought everything was the cat’s pajamas. He had a smile for everyone he met. He was always tipping his hat at the dames and gents when he walked the streets of the Bay Area.

The only person he could never catch was the leader of the planted mob in Emeryville, nicknamed The Duke. The Duke was good at hiding his dealings and joints well, and he rarely had a snitch in his ranks. The few who tried, well, somehow they disappeared before they could give the police any substantial information. He was well hidden, but popular among the residents of the town. People talked boldly of his rambunctious parties, never revealing the locations though. He was hard to catch, to say the least.

So what happens, when instead, the detective is the one that’s caught?

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The dawn came as it always did- a soft gray and orange haze streaking in with the marine layer over the water of the San Francisco Bay. Roman de Rossi had a lovely view of it from his family mansion on San Pablo Avenue. A mansion that felt too big lately, with too high of a price to keep. 

 Roman rolled over to get out of bed when he bumped into something hard and stiff. His heart skipped a beat when he heard his wife cry out. 

“Jeeze, Ro, trying to be the first at the breakfast table again?” Rosalie’s voice was gruff. She rubbed the spot on her back where Roman had bumped. “I already got one slugger goin’ for my kidneys.” 

Roman rolled his eyes, though he was relieved he hadn’t hurt Rosalie. “Rose, why aren’t you in your bed?” 

 “Because I needed the warmth and comfort of my husband.” she mumbled sarcastically into her pillow, already on her way back to sleep. 

 All exhausted bitterness left him at the sound of her snores. At the beginning of their marriage it had been incredibly overbearing for him-to the point they shared separate beds- but with the rising threat of the gangs, he never knew when he’d see the last of his wife. After yesterday, there wasn’t even a certainty that he’d make it to see the birth of his twins. 

 Carefully, with a hesitation that seemed to become all-too-familiar, he rested his hand on Rosalie’s belly that was under his blanket. Rosalie hummed in response, but kept her eyes closed still. Roman tried to feel for any movement from the twins, but they didn’t. He tried to think that it was because they were also sleeping. It had nothing to do with the fact that every time he tried to feel for their movement he would get nothing. He ignored the tightness in his throat, he disregarded the burning tears, and prayed to God silently that he would make it through this trying time long enough to at least hold his children once. 

 The thought was an unwelcome intrusion since that fateful telegram from the Duke’s right hand man two months before. Shoving the bitter memory of that message aside, he got himself ready in the dark with a swiftness, already wanting the day to be done. He couldn’t tell whether his need to stay home was due to his anxieties of being a father, his weariness of  having more caseloads of rising crime, or his paranoia about criminal eyes spying on him. He watched his large wife turn about in her sleep as he dressed; she was unable to find a comfortable position. He couldn't blame her. Something he wished he’d have considered before the pregnancy was getting a large family bed so they could share it. Even if she snored like a boozed up bear. 

 A lock of her thick black hair fell out of it’s wrap and was caught in the light from the hallway behind him. Her lips were pushed out in a half pout, half pucker. The gown she was wearing was a large blue cotton dress with flowing sleeves. Her eyes were closed, not restful, but crinkled under her worried brows. Her face had gotten wider in her pregnancy. Her cheeks were flushed with red with elevated temperature from the warm room. She moved her hand to hold under her head as she laid on her side, facing Roman and the door. 

 She was beautiful, and Roman took this moment to appreciate her beauty, for he didn't know if this was the last time he would see her. He’d never know from now on. 

 "I can feel ya starin', darling husband," her teasing tone was muffled by the pillow and her sleepiness. "Get to work so I can sleep." 

 He quietly leaned over her, just as he always did, and kissed her. 

 He’d never know that his tired wife had noticed the despair in the extra moments their lips were met. 

 “Send for someone right away if anything happens, alright dear?” he asked while brushing a stray curl aside. 

 “Sure thing honey…”

 His walk to work was dim in the early morning as the fog was thick as wool. The only light guiding his way was a soft orange desperately clinging to the lampposts. The fog was dense with the promise of the coming autumn season for next month. It wasn’t smart of him to have left so early. There was no one on the street. No vagrants, no Jezebels, and no wayward orphans. Just him, the mist, and the sound of his shoes on moist stones. Still, just because he couldn't see anyone, it didn't mean that he didn't feel like he was being watched with eyes capable of seeing through all sorts of darkness. 

 It was soon enough in his hurry that he made it to the precinct. He ran his hand through his somewhat damp hair as he took his hat off at the entrance. He was early, earlier than normal, and the shift-changing deputies milling about by the entrance desk stood up straighter when they saw him. 

 “Hey, Cap’n. How’s the missus? Ready to burst just yet?” the old man at the desk asked. His name was Reggie, and if you called him a secretary you’d get a busted lip. He was the nicest-and oldest- member of the force. 

 “Oh, she’s fine. Doc says it’s gonna be any day now ‘til they’re here. I think she’s more excited than I am for it to be over. She’s been complaining about her feet being so swollen she can barely stand,” Roman laughed. The use of the word ‘complain’ was only polite. Rosalie’s ‘complaints’ about her pregnancy would make sailors blush. 

 Reggie guffawed. “Yeah, I remember when Ethel had her first. She was cursing so bad near the end you’d think she was a drunken sailor in a brig!” 

 “Women have a way with words, don’t they Reg?” Roman commented as he made his way around the desk. He wasn’t really waiting for an answer as he kept walking away. 

 Reggie must have been in a nice mood, since he didn’t point out the Captain’s distracted behavior as he walked off. Roman appreciated that. He was already in deep enough trouble with his reputation as a younger force captain. 

 Roman was grateful that he was going to be able to take some leave soon. He didn’t like being away from his pregnant wife all day. Especially now, with everything so changed. He sat down in his rolling chair with the force of a thousand anvils. He opened the folder on his desk, knowing there’d be no change in it since the last time he filled it a month ago with the ‘tip’ Logan and Patton got.

 Case Number: 103625 - Open - “The Duke” 

 He sighed to himself as a heavy headache formed behind his eyes. It was a new day, which meant new trouble, which meant he seriously needed some coffee. He reached for his announcer when- 

 “Captain, there’s a visitor here for ya.” A fresh faced rookie announced while walking into the office. His voice was a bit too anxious-to-please for the captain’s liking in the morning . 

 Roman’s voice imitated distant thunder - a warning, a looming threat - “Haven’t you heard of knocking, boy?” 

 The young man was smart enough to appear embarrassed. “I apologize, sir.” He stood at attention as he had been trained to do. His badge gleamed in the light of the office as his chest puffed out.

 Roman felt guilty for snapping at him. He didn’t want to be an angry, bitter leader, like his predecessor. Or like his father had been. Those old men were so hardened by stress that they felt no regard for those beneath them. He refused to be that way, no matter what.  So he forced his body to relax as he imagined the darkness in his heart being swept under the new rug of his office. 

 “I understand. I was a rookie like you once upon a time. What seems to be the trouble?” Roman forced a smile on his face, as though it was drying cement to keep in place.

 “You’ve got a guy saying he’s here for a meeting, a...Mr. Doris? Fella has a scar right here on his face." The officer took his finger and motioned on his face as an indicator of his description. Obviously the young man’s mind was wandering to stories about the nastiest criminals known to man. 

 Roman nodded, cleared his throat, then told him, "Bring him in." 

 The young officer disappeared, and in one breath the enemy had walked through the office door as if he owned the place. Roman sighed in defeat. It wasn’t ‘as if’ he owned the place, it was that he practically did. Especially now that the detectives weren’t ever going to ‘catch’ the bad guys like they should have ages ago.

 “What brings you in so early, Mr. Doris?” Roman asked. He stood up, smoothed down his tie, and held his hand out to shake his visitor’s gloved hand.  

 The visitor smirked. “I like the new you, Roman. Straight to the punch without any frivolous small talk. Such a change from the last time we had spoken.” 

 The memory sat between them. A smoked out room, sweaty foreheads, two guns between two young men, a kiss- a stalemate. 

 Roman gulped down the anxious sensation and forced himself to speak. “Well, I haven’t had any coffee yet, so I’m not feeling patient enough for chit chat.” 

 Mr. Doris’ laughter sent chills down Roman’s spine. His voice was dry and raspy, like a lizard. “I see. Well, the good news is that your two lead detectives are good at their jobs.” He slammed his fist down onto the desk as his eyes peered into Roman’s. “The bad news is, they’re so good at their job, even you don’t control them anymore.” 

 “That’s not true!” Roman exploded. The force of his anger pushed him out of his seat so he was practically nose to nose with his guest. “I just suspended Logan Smith for admitting he’s working with one of your men! Detective O’Hearty is too personable to be focused on investigating your precious boss! Hell, he’s probably going to be too busy sidetracked into chasing wild geese from that stunt Logan pulled. And another thing-” 

 “That’s enough, Roman.” Mr. Doris covered Roman’s mouth with one of his gloved hands. “You’ve told me all I needed to know.” 

 It’s too easy to play you, dear Roman, Doris thought to himself. I knew something was up with Virgil Vitale. He couldn’t keep the grin off of his face at the thought of finally teaching the little punk a lesson. 

 Roman shook the hand off of his mouth. His breath was shaky. “What do you mean?” 

 “Oh, I won’t tell you, dear,” Mr. Doris hummed. He walked to the doorway without any explanation. It was time to take business into his own hands after all. No more time to waste. “I’ve gotta run. Say hi to the missus for me.” He looked over his shoulder to make sure the unspoken threat hit its target. 

 Roman was left standing in that position. His hands wouldn’t stop shaking. His hair laid out of control around his face, his heart pounding, and the sense of impending doom- as if he just sentenced an innocent man to death. 

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 Alice woke up to the sound of the radio downstairs playing some German concerto. It was a slow morning for once. She hummed to herself, pleased that she was able to wake up slowly to beautiful music as opposed to the sound of harsh knocking at her door. Yet as she turned over in bed her peace was interrupted by the brightness of the sun shining through the window. She groaned at the disruption to her dreamy haze. 

 Alice hefted herself out of the large bed and made herself to the large vanity-much nicer than the one at her apartment- and started working on her hair. Once she was done making sure she looked presentable she made her way down the grand staircase to meet Logan wherever he was at. Which, knowing how large the house was, meant that it could be a proper while before she would find him. 

 The smell of sizzled meat wafted through the large hallways. Instead of looking for Logan, she decided to make her way towards the dining room from the night before. It’s rude to check in and hover over a cook’s shoulder, she reckoned. No matter how curious it was to her that Logan didn’t have any help at all. 

 The moment she sat down she heard the door from the kitchen open.  Logan was pushing a dining cart forward on his own. He had a white rag placed over his shoulder and a stained white apron tied around his waist. He was whistling an unfamiliar tune to himself as he set out the platters in front of Alice. She couldn’t help but laugh. She was enjoying this bright version of the detective. 

 “What’s the occasion, detective?” Alice asked once he sat down with her. 

 Logan struggled to hide a sheepish grin, “It’s just been a long while since I’ve had any sort of company over. I don’t get to go out much with my line of work.” 

 “Aw, didn’t wanna bring any wayward souls home for Christmas?” she teased. 

 Logan rolled his eyes at her. It was good that he was loosening up around her humor. Alice wondered if she could get away with cursing around him yet, but decided not to push her luck, given that they had a long day ahead of them. 

 “It’s gotta be more than me, come on.” Alice waggled her eyebrows at him. “What’s with the shift in the wind?” 

 Logan ignored her prompts. Instead, he lowered his head. Alice rushed to set her fork down so she could follow suit. 

 “Father God, I ask that you bless this food and those who consume it. We thank you for providing for us. We ask for you to sustain our spirits as well as our bodies. I ask that you help us in all of our endeavors today, and I thank you for bringing me someone to share this meal with. Thank you for providing me such youthful company. Amen.” 

 “Amen.” Alice echoed. She tried to keep her questions to herself. Logan’s prayer wasn’t one she had ever heard before. 

 Alice lifted the cover to reveal her breakfast. There was sausage, eggs, and toast with powdered sugar. It smelled amazing. 

 “Thank you, Logan, this looks delicious.” She immediately went for the eggs. It had been so long since she’d had eggs for breakfast. Not since she left her farm home nearly two years ago. 

 They sat at the table with only the sounds of the radio in the living room occasionally drifting in through the doors. Alice was enjoying her meal so much, she jumped when she heard the fancy telephone in the hallway ringing. 

 “Excuse me, Alice.” Logan muttered. He wiped his hands on his apron and swiftly walked on his long legs to the hallway. 

 It was irritating, being called in the morning. Especially when his meal was being interrupted. He lifted the earpiece off of the ringing box and greeted the operator quickly. Who would be calling him now that he’s suspended? 

 “Logan? Is this Logan Smith?” a partially familiar feminine voice asked over the receiver. 

“Yes. Who is this?” 

 Her words were spoken in rushes with pauses sounding like heavy breathing. “It’s Rosalie...Rosalie de Rossi.-” she took in a deep breath ”-I’m your captain’s wife!” After that she let out a bone-chilling moan. 

 The captain’s wife? He had only met her once at the Independence Day party at the Captain’s new mansion. Why was she calling someone like him? 

 The woman on the line hissed. “God fucking dammit! It hurts!” 

 “What hurts? What’s wrong? Where are you?” Logan threw his questions at her quickly as he reached for his notepad. 

 “My my,” a slick, whiskey smooth, masculine voice answered. He tutted. “Not very clever, Detective Smith.” 

 “Where is Mrs. de Rossi?” Logan asked. He felt as if the air around him was heavier. There was a weight settling into his chest. He ignored the familiar sensations and made a note that someone else had taken the line. 

 “She’s still alive. And she will stay that way, if you do everything I ask.” The man’s words were drawn out. Almost as if he were bored, or stalling. 

 “What do you want?” Logan hissed. The million questions he had were shoved aside when the man answered. 

 “I want your lover, Detective. Bring that filthy, grimy, Italian punk to the fisherman’s market in San Francisco after dark. Or I’ll just have to do something to your boss’ beautiful broodmare.” The voice chuckled at his sick comment. 

 This man was evil. The most evil he'd ever come across. Logan felt like he was going to topple over. “What makes you think I’ll come alone? That I won’t go straight to the captain?” 

 Laughter as dark as water at midnight bled through the receiver. “Oh Mr. Smith, that’s what I want. Give me a reason to pluck those sweet babies out of his missus.” 

 Logan heard a scream in the background. A string of curse words that he didn’t doubt were justified. 

 “Please don’t hurt her. Be reasonable. Why did you call me? I’m on suspension, I don’t have access to the resources-” 

 “Because your lover's family declared war, my boy!” the man roared. Logan identified his accent-Irish, or Scottish perhaps. “I’m going to get what I need outta him. So lock your brunette bitch away, grab your buddy and your faggot, and get your ass to my docks when the sun sets. Or-” another blood curdling scream from the woman in the background “-the captain’s dear wife and her babies drown.” 

 Just like that, the phone call ended. Logan didn’t have time to stand in the shock. Instinctive training responses immediately took over his body. He didn’t go back to the dining room and instead ran to get himself dressed. No other thoughts intruded. His head was empty of everything other than the fact that he needed backup. 

 He needed Patton. He needed to gather his resources. It was still nine in the morning. He had maybe eight hours before it was sunset, then two hours to cross the bay into San Francisco to the fisherman’s market. His mind was fixated on trying to create the quickest itinerary possible and how to notify the captain without the mysterious caller knowing. He seemed to know much more than Logan was comfortable with. 

 Logan was tying his shoes as he thought. He hadn’t told anyone about the night with Virgil. No one knew. He figured Alice may have suspected, but she hadn’t been able to talk to anyone. Not that she would. She was just a kid. She was just caught up in all of this business out of desperation and survival. Alice was just a pawn in a twisted game. She wasn’t a main player. 

 Patton was too wrapped up in his obsession with the Duke to even notice. Still, he was very angry towards Logan now that he knew Virgil was involved. Who knows what the captain and Patton talked about after Logan was dismissed. He remembered the knowing look at the Lion’s Den last month. His partner said then that he accepted everybody. Could he have been saying that to blend in? 

 Then there was the fact that this was the captain’s wife. Why kidnap her to get to Logan? He didn’t know the woman at all, only that the captain loved her very much. She was pregnant when they had met, and from the sound of the call she still was. 

 “Logan, where are you going?” Alice asked from the doorway of his bedroom. 

 “There’s an emergency. I need to go.” He pushed himself past her and rushed down the staircase. “Please stay here. Don’t leave.”

“Will Virgil be back to nanny me again?” she asked indignantly. 

 The question struck him through the heart. He couldn’t leave her unattended. She was defenseless here. The Duke's men could come looking for her. No doubt one of them was behind this in the first place as a way to distract them.

 “No. No, I-” he turned to her. “There’s trouble. I need to move you somewhere safer. You can’t be alone.” 

 Alice’s face seemed to grow ten years older. “I understand. Let’s go.” 

 They both grabbed their hats from the hook and walked out the door. Logan made his way to his car without another word. Alice felt in her gut that they were running into something more dangerous than she had ever known. 

 “Where are we going?” Alice asked after climbing into the carriage seat. Logan saw that she had withdrawn into herself. The silly child that he was starting to get introduced to had left her body. 

 “To Patton’s. I don’t think he’ll have left yet. We need his help.” Logan pulled out onto the street. “I’ll tell you on the way.” 

 Before the pair had shown up to Patton’s house, he had just drank his coffee. He didn’t need to go into the station today. All of his caseloads were closed except for one. Today was a day of regrouping and hitting the pavement. It was time for some good old fashioned talking to people again. The best way to find someone was to ask their friends or neighbors politely. Give them a smile and such. 

 He took his time getting ready. Trying to find the man that he used to be before this craziness started. The man who was able to walk down the street with faith in his heart. The detective who could solve everything with the right words someone needed to hear. That man was nowhere to be found as he pulled clothes from his closet. 

 It was a new day. He knew he would make progress today. No one was going to get the drop on him again. 

 When he sat down in his armchair his eye was caught on something on the end table. A piece of paper that didn’t seem to be from any of his  notepads. It wasn’t there when he had gone to bed the night before. 

 A familiar delicious thrill rushed through his body. Part of him thought to call on the locksmith soon, though it might not do much good. Carefully, as if the note were an explosive and not a simple message, he lifted the paper. 

 It was no simple message. 

 You’re in danger, dear detective. There are worse evils than I. Don’t do what your colleague asks. Come to me at the Lion’s Den instead. -The Duke

 Before he had time to react, there was rapid knocking at his door.

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A/N:

Hello there! It's been nearly a year. There's a reason for that.

I work very, very hard when it comes to my stories. This one has a very important place in my heart. I had to take a break from it because the last thing I wanted to do was make rush decisions or half-ass everything.

In doing so, it meant that I had to wait until I had the time to give it the attention it deserves. I recently had a lot of my life change this past year, mostly losing loved ones. So this fic didn't get much of it's deserved time at once.

That being said, I swear this has a direction. While a lot of it is up to interpretation, this has a very direct sequence of events. That's why it's important for me to be able to pay extra attention.

That being said, I'm making a new normal. This fic goal is to be updated every 3 months, maybe less. My practice is to edit 3 times at least before I post.

Let me know what you thought of this chapter. Tell me your theories about what will happen next! I love talking about this story with anyone who will listen.

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Interruption (modern au)

The school of U.A was one of the most popular and importants around Japan and the area. You and a few other teachers were considered lucky to work as teachers there and some even envy you all for the payment.

Well... you and your coworker Aizawa could say other wise.... Toshinori, Mic and the others could sure be happy but the job was draining. And now with this pandemic thing going on it seemed that online classes were more exhausting then the normal ones... the hell?

'At least you dont have to get out of the house' you commented once on a teachers reunion and some answered you by laughter, others by whines and Aizawa only sipping his slcoffe while petting his cat as Eri gave all of you a cheerful greeting.

"Eh?!?!?!? So is not 160 the answer?!" You heard Denki Kaminari voice at your computer as you giggled at the bunch of laughter on the zoom chat.

"By my calculations is seems like the answer is 90, right (L/n)-sensei?" You nodded at your camera at seing and hearing Momo as you clicked on some things and showing the online board.

"You guys can see the results and the solving of the problem here. Any questions? Kaminari?"

"Oh shit it was that simple?" You snorted as some of the bakusquad as they named themselves laughed.

"Fucking stupid who cant solve a problem."

"Bakugou..." you scolded softly before you saw it Midoriya's hand raised "Yes Midoriya?"

"(Y/n)-sensei there is a problem of anatomy that I wanted to discuss with you!"

"Oh, of cour-!"

"No one cares DEKU!"

"Bakugou!" You scolded again and sighed, supporting your head on your hands as you tried to control your laughter... Those kids never failed to amuse or to entertain you.

You heard the door cracking open and you turned your head to the apartment door to see your boyfriend coming from work with a exausted face. Tossing his jacket aside as he called your name softly.

You mouthed a sorry to your students while pressing the mute and turning off the camera... well, that's was what you wanted to do at least.

"Hey." You spike softly as he only scotted to you, wrapping his bandages arms on your waist and making himself at home in your arms as you giggled softly, combing his dyed hair on your fingers as he rested his face on the crook of your neck.

You took the chance of grabbing your computer and your notebook with your pens, placing the laptop on top of you and your tired boyfriend as he breathed in and out on you, ocassionaly tightening his hold on you.

"Sorry guys, I will have to continue the class without the camera but moving on-" you heard giggles and snickers from many of your students but you simple brushed off as then messing ok his phones instead of paying attention to classes... you could only scold them softly with a joke or two but hey, is not like you can do what you usually did on classes.

The class moved on, you answering questions and praising everyone for their hard work as the male on top of you smuggled his face every once in a while on you, coincidentally the giggles getting just after that.

"Well usually we would have ten minutes left, but since I know all of you are exausted I will let you all have a break." You said while writing on your notebook some annotations as some students cheered.

"You're the best (L/n)-sensei!" You shaked your head with a smile at Kirishima's words, glad at least that your voice wasn't mumbled by your boyfriend's hair.

"Thank you thank you. Any more questions? I will be solving them." You hummed at seing Shoto's hand raised, Todoroki wasn't much of a talker yet his relationship with you was particularly interesting and like he was even a little brother to you as well. "Yes Todoroki-kun?"

"First, thank you for the class (Y/n)-san." You snorted, your only student who called you that "And second, Touya. Mom, Natsuo and Fuyumi send a hi and asked if things were okay for both of you."

Your eyes widened as one turquoise eye cracked open lazily, staring directly at the camera before you bursted in embarrased laughter along with your students, poor Shouto not understand why everyone was laughing that much.

"So you catched us huh?" You giggled as Touya sighed, closing his eyes once again and answering a few of questions including of his little brother.

"Oh gosh." You spoke after seing the time writen on your laptop "I took the break of all of you, I'm so sorry kids."

"Don't worry (L/n)-sensei!" Urakaka spoke on the mic as the others agreed to her words.

"You with Todoroki-kun's older brother is just so cuteeeee!!! I ship it!" Mina made a signal of heart with her hands on her camera as you giggled, your boyfriend shaking from the movement of your chest.

"Right right, thank you guys. Now I will leave the class to Aizawa before he rips my head out." They all whined as Touya tsked on your neck at they behaviour.

"Mom also asked if we could visit on this weekend." You snorted as the other students laughed at Shouto's words before Touya just raised his hand to give a thumbs up before plopping down to your waist. "He said yes."

"Okay now, dont forget to do your homework and study for the online text tommorow, I'm looking at noth of you Mina and Kaminari." They all made a salute out of joke as you rolled your eyes and wished them a good day before finishing your class.

You looked at your boyfriend, whose was still face deep buried on your neck a syou chuckled.

"Come on! It was kinda of funny!" You yelped at the pinch you received on your thigh before softening your gaze and playing with his hair, his natural color slowly growing and coming back.

"Is everything okay? You want to talk about it?" You felt him shake his head as a no on your neck before breathing in and tightening his hold on you.

"Shitty day doll..." he mumbled before you kissed his head as you cooed over your boyfriend.

"Its okay baby, take a nap, my job is over for today so..." you layed with his hair as he hummed, body relaxing and slowly giving onto slumber.

You soon received both messages of Natsuo and Fuyumi on the group chat you were added some months ago. The only member being the todoroki siblings, you and Rei.

Natsuo:

Party rock onto Touya's house tonight!😝🎵🎶

Fuyumi:

Thanks for accepting us in your apartment (Y/n)-chan!

Natsuo:

Yeah! Thanks a lot... but can you do us ust a favor? Send a pic of that sleepy head to us will you?😂👌 we saw through Shouto screen right when you ended the classes and we couldn't get it!

You snorted, clicking on the app of camera and snapping one or three pics of him sleeping on your chest as you sended only two, the most precious one where you got him smilling on your neck you decided to make as a wallpaper.

Natsuo:

Doesn't even look like the old man he is 😂😂😂🤣🤣

Fuyumi:

💕💓😚

Rei:

Thank you for taking care of him (Y/n), my son looks so peaceful on your arms sweety 😊🙏

Shouto:

Classes are over.

Natsuo:

ALREADY?!😱

Shouto:

Yes. I was just going to ask if (Y/n)-san would like to taste cold soba. Do you, (Y/n)-san?

"Look at what you got yourself into.." you yelped softly at the vibrations of his voice on your neck before carresing his cheek.

"I thought you were sleeping?"

"I have ears, the flash also bothered my eyes doll." He mumbled as you deadpanned.

Shit...

[who-ever-said-i-was-nice]

could we have mc falling down the stairs and getting a concussion with ikevamp pls?

I got ya! Sorry it took this long...

Comte

you where at a party with Comte

 while he talked to guests you excused yourself and walked outside

on the way out you  accidentally ran into a man

he helped you up, you apologized and continued walking

you reached the front door and stepped outside

suddenly a very angry lady burst outside and came right at you

“ Why where you talking to me husband!” you looked at her, a little confused

“ Well, I bumped into him and I had to apologize. That’s the right thing to do. Non?”

“ You’re lying!” “ Listen here I already have a boyfriend. And he’s the most loving, caring, kind-hearted, sweet person I have ever met! Why the hell would I go talking to your husband!” “ You lying little bi**h. I know you want to steal him away. I can’t let that happen. No hard feelings right?”

she looked at you, her words dripping with venom and before you could react she pushed you down the stairs.

you fell and hit your head hard  on one of the steps

you heard a commotion at the top of the stair and you where pretty sure you saw a golden figure bend over you, but you blacked out

when you woke up you realized you where back home in your bed

you looked over to your right and saw a very tired looking Comte smiling down at you

you felt guilty so you apologized

he combed your hair and reassured you that everything’s fine and he isn’t mad at you

he was super worried but he won’t let it show for your sake

Oh yessssss some nice juicy drama * faints because of my own work*

Leonardo

uuuuuuuh this man will have a heart attack

you where walking around town, when you came across this huge library

you were super exited about it so Leo decided to walk you around

you two had a blast

you where mesmerized at the millions of old books inside

When you found something interesting you would bounce up and down like the adorable little dork you where and Leo would chuckle, loving every second of it

when it was time to leave you skipped out followed by Leo

you where walking down the stairs explaining about modern libraries when you slipped and fell backwards hitting your head on the step

Leo couldn’t catch you

the last thing you remember is Leonardo’s worried face

you woke up in your bed

you looked around the room

suddenly you felt the blanket shift a bit

as you lifted it Lumiere crawled out

he nudged your cheek and curled up beside you

you pet him for a while and then got up

“ OUCh! Oh Cara mia you’re awake

yup he fell asleep right next to your bed on the floor

you giggled and gently tugged him up and into the bed

you cuddled for a solid 2 hours

Arthur

it was winter

you where walking home after a case

you where talking and laughing

but the ground was icy and as you where walking by the entrance to a building you pointed at something and accidentally slipped

Arthur was looking at what you pointed at when he heard a dull thump a groan and a horrible crack

he whirled around only to see you on the ground, knocked out and a small stream of blood was flowing from your cheek

he immediately scooped you up and ran, all the while beating himself up for not catching you

you woke up in your bed

Arthur was passed out on the bed next to you

you realized your head was bandaged, you had a band-aid on your cheek and your arm was in a sling

when he felt you stir Arthur woke up and hugged you

turns out you blocked most of the fall with your hand so you didn’t break your head, and managed to get away with a concussion, but your left arm payed the price because now it was broken

This doctor was worried sick

Theo

Theoooooo mah boi

you just finished up at one of Theo’s art exhibition? displays? showcases? i don’t know, just imagine the correct version here

he had just made a really good deal and he was visibly happy

you two chatted as you walked outside

as you reached the bottom and where standing there waiting for a carriage, a rabid dog jumped out of the bush and attacked you knocking you to the ground

Theo couldn’t catch you he was to busy getting the dog to leave

you hit your head on the last step really hard and within a few moments you lost conciseness

You woke up in your bed the next day (or so you thought)

Theo was sitting next to you holding your hand

he pulled you into a tight hug

“ Silly Y/N scarring me like this.”

you broke free from his bear hug, only to pull your lover into a passionate kiss

when you pulled away he stared  into your eyes

Theo’s not the type to convert his emotions into words he prefers actions and the way he’s looking at you now melts your heart and you know how much he worried about you

“Thank you for taking care of me Theo. I’m a little sleepy now but can you stay a while” he snorted “ Wasn’t  a day and a half enough for you” buuut he’s a cutie so he crawled into bed with you and held you close as you fell asleep

*Me writing a part for Theo*: yes yes let’s make Theo’s favorite animal into the villain of this. ok and then let’s traumatize him by making you sleep for a long time. AAAAHHHHAHAHAHA I’m so evil. Ok so now that i have that out of my system let’s make this the sappiest of them all. OML I LOVE HIM

Dazai

Dazai and you where walking from the gazebo after *caught* things *caught*

no I’m kidding you had a tea party and  made rhymes about little dolls and bird and playgrounds

you cute little dorks I love you so much

Sebas was watering the plants there a few minutes ago and it got onto the steppes

Dazai was busy making ridiculously stupid dad jokes and you where laughing your head off

sadly you didn’t notice the puddle and slipped on it banging your head on the step

the last thing you remember was Dazai wrapping his arms around you and lifting you up whispering “ I got you little bird”

you woke up in your bed in the evening

Dazai was right next to you stroking your hair

“ Good morning, Toshiko-san!” you couldn’t help but laugh

Dazai was worried about you but he likes to live his life by the saying: Laughter is the best medicine

Vincent

you when to a church because Vincent wanted to paint it

however once he finished most of it he decided it was missing something

something that could immediately turn any plain picture into a beautiful masterpiece

you 

he asked you to model and you gladly agreed

you sat on the steppes and let Vincent paint you

once he was finished you jumped up and started hurrying down the stairs to see how it looked

unfortunately you slipped on one of the worn down steps and fell back banging you head and blacking out

Vincent saw this and rushed up to you

he was beside himself

he already has trouble dealing with emotions, and he just saw your life flash before his eyes

baby boy is traumatized

he picked you up and since he couldn’t carry it ditched the paining and ran to the nearest carriage

you woke up with Vincent by your side

he held your hand and smiled gently

“You’re awake thank God!”

you asked about the painting and he said he just left it there

needles to say you felt horrible so you asked if you could go back

he laughed saying it’s probably gone but complied

surprisingly the painting was still there

Napoleon

you where fencing

it was all fun and games

you would try your best and Leon would disarm you with ease

sometimes he would let you win by dropping the foil very obviously and saying something stupid like Oh no nunuce you got me again

either way it would always result in him picking you up and tickling you

at one point you where standing near the stairs

you where trying to disarm him and didn’t notice them

you stepped back and tripped and fell hitting your head on one of the stairs

the former emperor of France felt his blood chill 

he had never seen something scarier then you passed out on the stairs

in a flash he was by your side scooped you up and ran into the house

you woke up a few hours later and sitting right next to you, squeezing your hand like there is no tomorrow, was Napoleon

Honestly he looked like he had aged 50 years

but as son as you made eye contact all that  disappeared as if it wasn’t even there to begin with

He hugged you and semi scolded you for being a nunuce and scaring him

Jean

My apology for this one instead of stairs I used a horse. Also based on a true story, sorta. I didn’t have Jean.😢😂

soldier boy

so you where riding with Jean one day

you loved these little outings

the way the wind whipped your hair and the landscape rushed past you as you rode into the sunset

romantic I know

but you have to remember that this also has it’s dangers...

that day you stayed out a bit longer then usual

the sun had already set when you decided it was time to go

so  you started making your way back through the dark forest

 suddenly a fox dashed across the rode and scared your horse

it reared and trashed an threw you off it’s back

you hit your head and blacked out

you woke up the next morning in Jean’s bed

he himself sat beside you

he had his eye patch off and he had bags under his eyes

it was clear he stayed up all night ( he was that worried)

you felt guilty

you got up and hugged him against your chest  caressing his hair

he sighed “ I was so worried about you mademoiselle“

you giggled at the name “ I’m sorry monsieur“

he looked up at you lovingly, deep purple eyes shining

he reached up to cup your cheek as you threaded your hand through his hair and you both met in a passionate kiss

Me: YOU MAY KISS THE BRIDE!!!!!! *sigh* I have lost my mind i case you haven’t noticed

Mozart

tsundere baby

Mozart had just finished one of his performances

and of coarse he killed it

since the place was not that far from the mansion you decided to walk to spare Mozart’s stomach

you where walking and you spotted something you stopped and excitedly pointed at it

Mozart rolled his eyes and kept going “You already have a plushie”

you playfully pouted but ran to catch up to him

suddenly a carriage rolled past you really close and scared you

you lost you balance and fell, hitting your head on the steppes of the building on your right

 Mozart wheeled around and saw you on the ground

he cursed himself for not being next to you,

he quickly picked you up and ran

You woke up the next day

Mozart was right next to you

“ This is why I hate carriages”

you burst out laughing and hugged him

he hugged you back and then slowly placed you back onto the bed

he then knelt down and brought up a bag and placed on your lap

you looked into the bad and in it was the plushie you where looking at before the accident

“ I thought it might make you feel better” the blush was visible on his cheeks

“ Oh, Mozart!” you threw your arms around him yet again “ I love it. I love you.” He buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent “I love you too”

Isaac

you where at the university

Isaac had finished his lectures and was surprised to see you there

or at least that was what he thought he looked like in actuality

he was flustered, and was stuttering, palm sweating a little

the kids (let’s call them that ok, they’re babies compared to Isaac anyway) got a kick out of that and where snickering in the background  

you where standing on the steppes when a little girl, who you figured was someones sibling came rushing up to you

now you where standing facing each other and this girl came in between the two of you pushing you in the process

you lost your balance and hit your head on the railing of the stairs and then crumpled to the ground

all you heard was screams and then nothing

you woke up that evening and the second you opened your eyes Isaac had you wrapped up in his arms and was holding you against his chest

“ Do you have any idea how worried I was! Thank God you’re awake”

you cupped his cheek and pulled him into a kiss

once you pulled away you smiled up at the now very flustered Isaac

“ Thank you for taking care of me Isaac!”

he mumbled a ‘you’re welcome’

you laughed and hugged him

Sebastian

so the two of you cuties where grocery shopping

you where finishing up and walking out laughing and talking

all of a sudden you heard screams from inside the store

you turned around only to see a man running at you at full speed

you didn’t have time to react

he knocked into you and sent your stuff flying and you tumbling down the stairs

you hit your head hard

the last thing you remember was Sebastian desperately calling your name

you woke up in your room and Sebastian pulled you into a hug and kissed you deeply

nah just kidding

*flick*Don’t ever do that again” “ DID YOU JUST FLICK MY FOREHEAD?!

he smiled sweetly and kissed your forehead right where he flicked it

“I’m saying this because I was worried about you” “ Well that changes things”

you both laughed and then you cuddled

bless Comte for giving Sebas the rest of the day off so you could cuddle

William Shookspear

You where actually on stage

From the start of your relationship Will knew you loved acting

So one day he decided to let you audition and you got the main part

shocker 

jkjk you where a great actress

 The play began and you killed it

absolutely blew everyone away

at the end you rushed backstage to meet your boyfriend

he was there smiling at you

it was honestly the sweetest, brightest smile you had ever sen him give you

you rushed down the steppes, but your dress got caught in a nail and yanked you back

you lost your balance and fell backwards

you immediately lost consciousness

you woke up in his room

he was sitting beside you with a worried expression

he asked if you where feeling alright and when you said you felt fine he let out a sigh of relief

“ Did I do good Will?” you asked timidly

he smiled brushed back your hair and planted a kiss to your forehead

“ You where amazing”

That’s it! I really hope you enjoyed! Stay safe out there!

[hopelessromanticvirgo]

Sincerely, Always Yours

Chapter 27 Part 2

Chapter 27.1

As soon as Sander walked in the house, before he could even open the door completely actually, there was a very relived sigh coming from somebody, who Sander later realized that was Jens, “thank god” and the boy was immediately crushed into the wall next to the door, while he was trying to close it, by someone else’s body.

The force was so strong that Sander was actually glad that there was a wall right there or else he would fall right on the floor.

He automatically hugged the person back, whose arms where tightly wrapped around his neck.

The person who crashed into him was Robbe and when he realized that, he looked up, while holding the boy’s head with one of his hand, putting his fingers through his hair, Sander looked up and saw Jens sitting there on the couch, looking exhausted.

“Hi. I knew you’d come back.” He heard a soft whisper in his ear and threw “what the hell happened” look towards Jens, who only shook his head and let out a big breath again.

“Hey. Of course I’d come back.” He said to him and low-key wished that Robbe would let go of him since from the way he was holding him, made Sander choke on the air.

As if Robbe could hear his thoughts, he suddenly pulled away and his eyes went wide. That’s when Sander managed to take a glance at him. His hair was messy and all over the place, his cheeks and eyes red but somehow his face still looked pale.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I hurt you. I didn’t mean to. I just got excited and I -“ he started and then looked down at Sander’s hand, which just started hurting from Robbe’s ‘’attack’’ on his body, and the young boy also realized that.

The boy fell down on his knees, took his bandaged hand in his own and kissed the part which was visible from Sander’s jacket.

Sander heard his friend laughing but he couldn’t focus on that at all.

“What the fuck.” He mumbled and looked up to Jens. “Did he smoke something?” The boy only shook his head.

“Okay, I think it’s time for us to go home don’t you think?. You didn’t hurt me, it’s alright. No need to kiss it all better. Get up.” Sander helped him up and the boy whined, throwing his arms around his neck again.

“No, I don’t want to go. I want to be with you.”

Sander needed to control himself, he knew Robbe was getting very affectionate when he was like this, way more than usual but he couldn’t stop his heart, which was about to burst out of his rib cage from being this close to the boy he loved.

“I’m coming with you.” He added, hoping that it would change Robbe’s statement, and the brunt looked up at him, smiled and yelled out: “Okay, everyone, bye! Let’s go.” And pulled Sander’s jacket so he could drag him away. 

“Hey, hey, easy there. Let’s get your jacket first, okay?”

He felt like he was talking to a kid, and in some kind of way, he really was.

Jens has gotten closer to them by now and looked quite amused, Sander only gave him another dirty look and Jens put his hand in the air. “Not my fault. Good luck with him. He tends to be -“ he didn’t finish his sentence since Robbe tightened his grip on Sander’s neck again and made him trip. “Yeah, he tends to get like that” he laughed and passed Sander Robbe’s iconic brown jacket.

“Let’s get you dressed now, alright?” He asked calmly, he needed to be as patient as possible tonight, he’s so glad that he didn’t drink much.

“I can do it myself. I’m a big boy.” Robbe said, his style of talking was off, drunkly and somehow managed to put it on. Sander chuckled and fixed his collar.

“Text me when you get him home. He’s all yours now.” Jens told them and waved them goodbye.

It’s going to be a very long night, Sander is sure.

As soon as they were out of the apartment, Sander remembered that the elevator was damaged so they had to take the stairs and groaned.

“Can you walk by yourself?” He asked and Robbe nodded but as soon as he took a step, he almost fell over. Fortunately, Sander acted quickly and managed to catch him, but Robbe not knowing he’d do that, also hold on to his body, his reflexes kicking in.

Sander didn’t know if he should laugh or cry from looking at him like this, it wasn’t his first being this drunk time, and probably wouldn’t be the last.

“Don’t worry. I will catch you if you fall.” Sander said and pulled the boy up so he was away from the start point of the stairs.

“Huh?” Robbe asked, looking into his eyes.

“I said, I’d catch you if you fall.” He repeated and as if some alarm went out of Robbe’s head, he opened his mouth and tried to sing: “And if they laugh fuck them all” and laughed.

“What?” Sander chuckled at his adorableness.

“Oh, we’re not singing?” He asked and smiled cheekily up at him, standing on his tiptoes.

“It’s a song?” Sander asked and the boy nodded again, enthusiastically.

“Okay, help me, will you?” Sander put his arm around his waist to keep him secure but Robbe stopped him, his face looking panicked.

“Wait, wait. I’m gonna stand on the other side of you. I don’t want to hurt your arm.” He clumsily moved over and Sander had to hold everything inside of him to just not kiss him right there and then.

“Okay. You’re ready?” Sander asked and wrapped his arm around him again.

“Uhuh.” Robbe answered but he still stopped him again when Sander moved.

“Wait, you’d catch me if I fall?” Robbe made sure and something told Sander that he wasn’t only talking and meaning the stairs.

“Yeah.”

This time the boy followed him without any comment.

When they finally managed to get out of the building with Robbe’s laughter echoing from the floors with occasionally Sander’s “wait,” and “watch out” they finally were standing on the side of the road, with Robbe wanting Sander to give him a piggyback ride and was about to jump on him when he realized that it’d hurt his hand so now he was silently, hanging from his neck, next to him, both of them waiting for taxi to drive by.

“Fuck Robbe. How much did you drink?” He asked while trying to move the hair that fell on Robbe’s forehead out of the way so the boy could see better.

“You reek of alcohol.” He added and it instantly made Robbe’s smile drop. He looked up at him, upset.

“You reek of her.” He said and pulled away from him, standing still close, next to him, but not touching him anymore and Sander’s mood changed as well.

He took Britt back to her house, he couldn’t go inside, not that he wanted to but Britt still made sure to hold him there for a while, making out next to her door, until the clock hit 4 and her parents called her again, that’s when he could finally leave. 

He knew it has been a long time already when he was going back, and he was feeling quite guilty when he had to leave without Robbe knowing but he didn’t have any other choice.

No matter what, Sander absolutely wasn’t expecting for the boy to be in this kind of state when he came back.

The car drove by soon and Sander put Robbe next to him in the backseat and it seems like the boy forgot about his “sadness” and now put his head on his shoulder, mumbling: “San, I’m sleepy” and closing his eyes.

“I know, we will be there soon, don’t fall asleep on me right now, okay? Carrying you is already hard enough.” He said, his head urging to be placed down on top of him, maybe even kiss his head but his brain was telling him to be as distant as he possibly could, which wasn’t a lot from the way Robbe was hanging from his neck every damn second, (why was everybody hanging from his neck today? Nor that he minded when Robbe was doing it) he was drunk and Sander definitely couldn’t take advantage from this situation.

A groan that left Robbe’s mouth was the one that made Sander snap out of his thoughts.

“What’s wrong?” Sander looked down at him, his heart getting warmer and warmer from the way the boy has been looking at him all day.

“I forgot to call my mom and my phone is dead now.” He closed his eyes again.

“Where’s your phone?” Sander asked, now not remembering if they took it with them, stretching over to put his hand in each of Robbe’s jacket’s pockets and he found the smartphone there, it was indeed dead.

He’d deal with it later.

“Now I wish that I had it in my pants’s pocket.” Robbe mumbled, re-putting his head on his shoulder and Sander almost choked on his breath.

They finally got to the address and Sander, struggling to pull the boy up who was repeating “I can do it myself” over and over again, opened the door and let him inside, taking a very exhausted breath and he knew, this was only the beginning.

“Sander.” Robbe yelled even if they were standing one step away from each other.

“Yes?”

“I think I’m sick.” Which made Sander’s eyes wide.

“Okay. Let’s go. I will help you.” And he dragged him to the bathroom but the door was closed right in front of his face.

“No. I’m not letting you see me like this. It isn’t going to be pretty. I will do it myself.”

“Robbe, I’m coming inside.” He rolled his eyes because of his stubbornness.

“No! stop! You can’t see me like this.” He screamed from the other side of the door and Sander heard some weird noise which probably belonged to him falling down on the ground.

“Robbe I have seen you drunk and throw up before.” He tried to stay calm and reason with him but no use.

“No!” Robbe said aggressively and Sander heard that he already started throwing up.

He knew there was not a chance that Robbe would let him inside so he quickly said: “Don’t fall in the toilet” but already left to go back in the hallway to take the jacket Robbe dropped on the floor and hang it in the wardrobe to hear the brunet’s annoyed and then soft voice muttering: “I’m not gonna fall for the toilet. I only fall for you”

Sander took his phone in his hands, plunged Robbe’s one to charge, sent a quick text to Jens to let him know that they got back at Robbe’s place safe and sound, if Robbe almost breaking his leg twice was considering “safe” and saw a few missed calls from Robbe’s mom and decided to call her back.

She answered after the two rings and breathed out, relived: “Hello, Sander. Happy new year. I’m so sorry to bother you so late but I couldn’t contact my son and wanted to know where and how he was.”

“It’s totally okay. Don’t worry. Happy new year. He’s with me. We got back to the house.”

“Ahh, I’m so glad. I was worried that he’d get drunk and something bad would happen upon his self.”

“Oh, don’t worry. Everything is fine. I will make sure that he won’t drink much.” He said to calm her down and winced when he heard Robbe cough and gag from vomiting in the exact moment from the bathroom.

What a perfect start of the year.

Sander is so glad that he didn’t drink much at all, he only took a few shots or else, the best case scenario would be that Robbe’d pass out on the floor at Milan’s and he didn’t even want to think about the worst case.

He wished her a goodnight and hung up, put a bucket next to Robbe’s bed just i in case when the boy called that he was done, Sander walked over to knock on the door.

“Wait a minute.” Sander smiled and rolled his eyes.

Ironically, just a minute later Robbe walked out and grinned at him.

“All done?” He was acting so cute and adorable, Sander won’t admit but he actually loved this side of him, affectionate, clingy, funny, loving, precious.

The boy nodded and showed him his teeth. “I brushed them. It smells nice now.” Sander bursted out laughing and ruffled his hair by running his hand though them.

“I’m sure it does. Let’s go to bed.” Robbe followed him along.

“Do you need help? Or are you a big boy?” Sander teased him and when Robbe told him that he didn’t need help, he left to get a glass of water and some painkillers so he could put it on the bed stand for Robbe so he could take them first thing in the morning.

When he came back in the room, Robbe was already in bed, with the blanket up to his neck.

“You’re cold?”

“I forgot to turn on the heat when I left so now it’s freezing. Come here.” Robbe put out his arms and brought them up for Sander to hold.

When Sander was hesitant, Robbe quickly got serious and added: “you can’t possibly think that I can be alone in this state, can you?”

He pushed the exact right buttons and after a second, Sander was taking his own clothes off and Robee seemed very proud of his self.

Don’t go near.

Stay on your side of the bed.

His plan was completely ruined though, he indeed didn’t to near Robbe but Sander didn’t have to, Robbe literally turned around and glued to his side.

It possibly couldn’t be an accident since from the way Robbe got close to Sander’s body, another person would fit perfectly on the empty space where Robbe was and when the boy said ‘‘you can keep me warm now’‘ Sander was certain that it definitely wasn’t an accident.

Sander’s hands started shaking, but the other boy didn’t seem to notice, he put his head on his chest, next to his shoulder and Sander could feel him breathing on his skin.

Friends don’t act like this, do they?

The part of his heart which he made sure to bury deep inside, started beating again, hopeful images filling up his brain.

The one part of him was yelling at him, how Robbe was drunk, he didn’t know what he was doing, and Saner wasn’t pushing him away because of his own private desires and feelings.

But that other part was about to burst out, about to turn the boy’s head towards him and kiss him to death, about to pull him and embrace him to his chest, never wanting to let go but he knew he couldn’t, Robbe being drunk or not, he couldn’t and that thought was killing him because it was getting stronger and stronger, and Sander had to do everything in his power to control it.

He only dared to run his fingers in his hair.

“Am I hurting your arm?” Robbe asked and looked up at him.

That look he gets on his face when he glances at Sander.

That look.

It will be the death of him one day, Sander is sure.

“You’re not. Don’t worry your little pretty head about it.” Sander used Robbe’s own words to him and it seemed like the boy realized it from the way he smiled and then put his head down on his chest again to try to hide it, snuggled up to him even closer, if that was possible.

But Sander saw it already.

It was useless, Sander already saw that smile and his heart felt like it was flying.

Then Robbe looked up at him again, got closer to his face and Sander felt his fingers on his face, caressing his skin and eyes, he froze.

The touch felt like when an infant is touching everything around them to feel something and it made Sander surprised.

“I love your eyes.” Robbe said after a while of exploring Sander’s face in the dark with his fingers, paying close attention to his eyes, “your eyes are so pretty.” He whispered, got even closer, and kissed his eyelids, after quietly going back to his previous place.

Fuck.

Sander feels like he’s going crazy. Maybe he drunk more than he thought, maybe he was hallucinating, maybe it was a dream.

But the most realistic option was that Robbe had no idea what he was doing and he’d feel very embarrassed tomorrow morning if he remembered anything from this night.

Sander needs to control himself, no matter what the other boy will say or do, he needs to be in control.

But it’s so hard.

It’s extremely hard.

“Sander? Are you here?” He heard after a while.

“Yeah. I’m here.”

I’m with you.

I’m not going anywhere.

“I lied.”

“What?”

“Today. I lied to you today.” The confession took Sander by surprise and he tried to remember everything Robbe has told him to find out what he lied about.

“What do you mean?”

Robbe took a big breath, stayed quiet for a minute, probably fighting his insecurities with a new developed courage.

“When I told you about my mom. I lied. She’s doing great.”

Sander didn’t know what to say, he stayed silent, unable to think, waiting for Robbe to continue.

“I’m jealous of her.”

Robbe pulled down from Sander’s chest a bit, so the boy couldn’t see his face at all.

“I’m jealous. I know we spent a lot of time together. I know that but the fact that I have to share you with her is making my blood boil. I didn’t have this problem with others. Only you. And I know I’m selfish, I know I’m not being nice but I couldn’t help it. When you left with her I - I just got jealous since I want you to spend every second of your time with me. It’s toxic. I’m being toxic but this time, I wanted to tell you the truth. I wasn’t brave enough to say it before. So I lied and I felt horrible about it.”

Sander didn’t know what to think, he was feeling soft that Robbe was telling him all this but at the same time, he was absolutely confused.

His heart started beating faster.

What if this means something more than he thought?

What if this jealousy wasn’t just a feeling you get when you have to share your friends with their significant others?

“Say something.” Robbe whined and put his head even down, getting nervous by each passing second.

Sander didn’t know what to say, so he did the thing he wanted to do the most, leaned forward and kissed Robbe’s temple, which made the boy come up again so half of his face was visible.

He stared at Sander’s face for a while and then whispered: “kiss me” Sander kissed him again which made Robbe smile weakly but couldn’t help and think “Not there.” But didn’t say anything more.

Robbe was the one who was talking mostly, starting each of new sentences with Sander’s name.

“Sander?”

“Hm?” Sander’s eyes were closed, his fingers disappeared in Robbe’s hair.

“Don’t leave me for her ever again.” He heard the boy whisper and stopped everything he was doing, even stopped breathing for a while, until he gathered some confidence to speak up.

“I won’t.”

“Promise me.” The desperation in his voice made Sander feel bad.

“I promise.” He said.

“I can’t see your pinky.” He could literally hear the pout in his tone.

“It’s dark Robbe.”

“But you have it out?”

“Yes.” Sander really took out his pinky, just because Robbe told him to.

“Are you lying to me?” Fearful and painful voice mumbled.

“No. Never.” And he meant every word.

Suddenly like Robbe drank an entire bottle of energy drink, he pulled away from Sander and laid on his back next to him, and groaned out loud.

Sander who was finally trying to fall asleep was rudely woken up by his action and tried everything in his body to hold back his desperation whine.

He didn’t mind Robbe being this close to him and talking but he was extremely sleepy and Robbe needed to get some sleep too or else his head would kill him in the morning but no matter how many times he told him “Robbe, go to sleep” and the boy agreed with him, after a while he would started talking again, with no filter on.

“I’m so in love.” Robbe whispered and Sander feels embarrassed from the way his attention was immediately on the boy, and how wide awake he got.

He knew Robbe would regret probably saying and doing anything he did, but he couldn’t help himself but wanted to get some information out of him while he could.

“What?” Playing dumb, he asked.

“I’m so in love that I want to cry from my emotions. I’m hopelessly in love and it hurts.” He said out loud and then he groaned again and put his hands on his face and started whispered: “Fuck. He looked so good tonight, I almost lost it.” Saying it for himself and not for anybody to hear but Sander picked on his words quickly and his heart dropped in his stomach.

Robbe kept whispered to himself and all Sander would make out of his words were: “then she,” “Sander also left,” “hate,” “crying,” “and then Jens,” “that bitch,” “I want,” “heart.”

Sander has no idea why he suddenly started talking in the third point of view. He thought that Robbe got sober from the way he was talking just a moment ago but he guessed it didn’t last long.

Then Robbe looked over at him again, put down his hands like he just walked out of the room where nobody could hear him, and said “I’m in love” again.

Sander had to act calm.

What was he expecting?

As soon as the hope came into his heart, it left.

“Is it a good feeling?” He uttered, trying not to show any of his feelings.

Robbe didn’t seem to notice it at all and he happily continued.

“When we are together alone it is, but when we are not, it’s not.”

Sander had to take another shot, he has to ask, so he did, he choked on his words but he asked: “Do you want to be with him?” And was desperately waiting for the answer, for the agony and pain.

“With who, you silly?” Robbe answered his question with another question and burst out laughing which made Sander realize that this topic was over too.

Robbe rolled over to him again, put his head on his palm, balancing on the elbow and looked at Sander: “Do you like me? Be honest. Am I somebody you’d like?”

Sander swallowed.

What does that supposed to mean?

“You are. I like you Robbe. Why are you asking me this now?”

What was going on inside this boy’s head?

“Not the way I want you to like me.” Robbe mumbled but sander couldn’t catch the words, but he quickly forgot about it when Robbe laid down on his chest again.

This was a pure torture.

But the real torture started when Robbe decided to not only lay on his side, but literally on top of him, snuggling up.

“What - what are you doing?” He couldn’t control himself and asked.

“Shh, I’m trying to get comfortable.” the word comfortable apparently meant putting his whole body on Sander, putting on of his legs up and entwined their legs together, pulling himself up so not only he had his head on his chest, but also right under his jawline, his breaths touching Sander’s skin, making goosebumps appear all over his body.

Robbe finally stopped talking and moving, leaving Sander stuck and alone to overthink and have a battle with his inner self.

From the way his heart was running miles, he was sure if he wasn’t so exhausted, he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep.

Trying to preserve this moment, he also decided that one night wouldn’t hurt anybody so he freely put his arms around Robbe’s body and pulled him even closer, which made the younger boy sigh in his sleep.

It wasn’t going to end well.

Sander knew that but he was selfish.

In this moment, he was extremely selfish,

So selfish that he even dare and kissed the top of the boy’s head.

But there was this one mystery he couldn’t explain.

Sander isn’t sure if it was real or the part of his imagination but he felt soft lips kissing a small part of his neck and that is the last thing he remembered before he fell asleep.

Chapter 28

[dazedbydazai]

How about some hcs for Chuuya and Ranpo with a barely 5ft small mischievous s/o that often steals their hat and they have to chase her to get it back. It’s very hard cuz she’s like a little gremlin and very elusive.

If this ain’t me- (I’m exactly 5ft lol) anyways, thank you for requesting! This was so fun to write <33

➳ Nakahara Chuuya

Okay, so the only people who thinks his hat is nice and cool is him and his S/O

Like, everyone else was teasing him abt it esp Dazai but you? You absolutely love it.

So one day when you were feeling mischievous, you would go and steal his hat and run away from him like a child.

At first he didn’t quite register what happened.

He’s like huh? And then after a few seconds he’ll go “hUHHH??? Y/N GIVE THAT BACK!!”

And so he’s running after you all over the headquarters and would always lose track of you since you’re a fast runner and so tiny that you could fit into nooks and crannies.

You’d pop your head at the corner of the hallway and shout, “If you want it, come and get it!” and poke your tongue out.

Chuuya shakes his head and chuckles.

Now you’ve done it.

If he was playing around before, now he’s dead serious.

He’s using his ability to run after you at lighting speed and it takes 200% of your energy and endurance to outrun him.

Finally you would settle to hide inside the executives' meeting room, underneath the long table.

But Chuuya was right at your tail so when he bust the door open and didn’t see you, he was slightly confused.

He thought you got away from him again but your tiny little laugh gave your position away.

He easily lifted the table and shouted, “There you are! You little-”

You squeal and try to get up and run but Chuuya just threw the table aside and lunged at you, trapping you in his arms.

It crashed against the wall and almost split in half.

“Chuuya!” You gasped.

“You thought you could steal something from me and run away with it, huh?” He was smirking down at you but you were looking to the side, gaping at the mess that he made.

“You idiot! You broke the table!”

“Huh? Oh, that? Don’t worry about it. They’ll clean it up in no time.”

You just open and close your mouth like a fish out of water, unable to say something to your ridiculously strong and nonchalant boyfriend.

“Mori-san will be furious when he finds out-”

As if on cue, the older man walks in the room and you both turn your heads.

“Chuuya,” He sighs. “I allowed you to have a relationship with Y/N and enjoy it so you could at least have some fun but I didn’t mean this much fun.”

“Eh?” Chuuya tilted his head to the side. “We didn’t-”

“Just clean up this mess,” Mori sighs and leaves, shaking his head.

As soon as he’s out of earshot, you slap Chuuya’s chest. “See!”

But Chuuya only chuckles.

“Stay here while I clean up this mess,” He lifts you up and sits you down on one of the chairs. “But don’t think that you’re off the hook for one second.”

He takes his hat from your hands and places it on top of his head.

But as soon as he turns around, you’re back on your feet, swiftly jumping up to take his hat once again.

“Come find me once you’re done with that!” You laugh as you quickly run outside the meeting room.

And Chuuya just stands there like- Oh what’s the point 🤦‍♂️

Bonus: Once you’re back home, he would ask you if you really liked his hat that much and you would say, “Yes! It looks so good on you.” And he would blush and mutter a thank you before wrapping you in his arms and placing his hat on your head.

➳ Edogawa Ranpo

This cute lil bean

His fashion sense was top notch for you. Like you really love his detective clothes and would sometimes try them on for fun.

But what you loved the most was his cute hat!

Like it’s the cherry on top (quite literally) on his whole outfit.

But he’s so attached to it that he wouldn’t lend it to you ｡ﾟ･ (>﹏<) ･ﾟ｡

So one day you decided to just steal it from him.

He was dozing off in his office chair when he felt something brush against his hair and the weight of his hat being lifted.

His eyes immediately shot open and he was greeted by your wide grin.

“Let me just-” Before you could finish your sentence, you were already running away from his desk and onto the other side of the small office.

Ranpo blinked the sleepiness away from his eyes a few times before finally registering what happened.

His mouth opened in feint shock as he pointed at you, “Thief!”

The other members of the agency just looked at the both of you with ??? written all over their faces.

“Atsushi! Go get that thief! She stole my precious hat!”

Poor little Atsushi just goes back and forth like – should I? Maybe I shouldn’t? Wait, what’s happening???

“If you want it back, you’re gonna have to come get it yourself,” You twirl his hat on your finger before putting it on.

And as soon as Ranpo sees this, he bursts into a wide smile. Why? Because you looked so CUTE IN HIS HAT!!!

“Okay okay,” He raises his hands as he approaches you. “I won’t do anything so just stay there.”

You were both smiling widely, ignoring the stares of the other people in the room.

When Ranpo was a few feet away from you, he saw the glint in your eyes and knew that you were in a very playful mood right now.

So before you could run away from him, he jumped forward to encase you in his arms.

But all he was able to hug was air as you ducked down and ran away from him, giggling.

“Y/N, come back here!” He turned around, laughing as well.

And so you ran around the office four or five times before you finally stopped when Fukuzawa entered the room with his arms crossed.

Ranpo was about to catch you but his arms fell short.

“President,” Ranpo smiles. “I was just about to-”

Fukuzawa nods in response. “Don’t make too much noise. A client is on his way.”

You and Ranpo silently nod and when Fukuzawa left the room, you burst into a hushed giggle.

Ranpo took your hand and led you back to his desk. He gestured for you to sit down.

“Now, you pretty little girl, stay there while I go back to work,” He reaches for his hat and you hesitantly give it back to him.

But you were surprised when he suddenly patted your hair and placed the hat on top of your head.

You look at him questioningly and he just smiles at you, “You look cute in it. I’ll let you guard it for now while I go do some work.”

Bonus: After work, he would lead you to a small boutique near the agency. You ask him what you’re doing there and he would just say, “I’m buying you an outfit that matches mine and a cute little hat to go with it as well so you wouldn’t have to steal from me anymore.” And then your heart would just combust right there bc of your boyfriend’s sweetness.