#no one says something this immediate and causally without having thought about it before

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The Yapping Hour Is Upon Us - The Royal Wedding

In which you and Max tie the knot.

Warnings: just fluff. a bit of anxiety talk but nothing Max can't fix. Pairing: Max Verstappen x Podcaster!Reader Word Count: 5k

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After getting engaged, there were two things that you and Max almost immediately agreed upon: first, because so much of both of your lives were already available for public consumption, you wanted to protect the peace and privacy of your wedding as much as possible. And second, you didn’t want to wait until the next summer break to get married. 

Growing up, it was a cliche fact but a fact all the same, that you often thought of what you wanted your wedding to be like. You were even very much guilty of having secret wedding Pinterest boards set up all through high school and college. But the moment the even presented itself in real life, you suddenly felt choked by the weight of what a big wedding could entail. 

It had been Max that had suggested the solution in the end, his idea passed by you casually one night as you walked hand in hand back to your hotel after dinner before the race in Italy. He had sensed your hesitation around hosting such a big, over the top wedding that everyone seemed to assume you wanted. The spark in your eye faded just a bit when Alex and Carmen had started talking about wedding venues and guest lists and he hadn’t missed the way your shoulders hitched up a bit more towards your ears as you listened to your friends ramble. 

“What if we just eloped?” He works to keep his tone causal, not wanting to give away how appealing that idea sounds to him. He wants you to choose the kind and scale of wedding you want all on your own because he knows you’d do anything for him, right down to agreeing to plan a wedding that doesn’t suit you at all. 

You stop dead in your tracks, Birkin bag swinging wildly at your elbow from the sudden halt. “What?” 

Max sticks his hands deep in the pockets of his khakis, giving you a knowing smile. “You heard me. What if we just said ‘fuck this’ and ran off to the beach and got married by some old fishing captain. Captains can legally marry people, right? That’s a thing?” 

Not for the first time in your relationship, you’re stunned into silence at something your soon-to-be husband says. For a moment all you can do is blink at him, trying to figure out if he’s fucking with you or not. “You’d…you’d want that?” 

Max steps forward, earnest look on his handsome face. “Baby,” He murmurs, framing both sides of your face with his strong hands. “Baby, I’d marry you in an alley way in the middle of New York City. I don’t care where or how, all I care about is that we come out at the end of this married and tied together for life. I don’t care about the wedding, I care about the marriage.” 

Max watches as your pupils blow wide, shy smile tugging at your lips. “That might be the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me.” 

Max’s forehead rests on yours and he lets out a breathy chuckle. “Well, it’s true. I want you to have the wedding of your dreams because I know that will make you happy but other than that, I don’t care.” 

He’d do anything to make sure you were happy, knowing it was just this side of obsessive the way he took you into consideration with every decision he made. Standing opposite of the man who consumed your entire soul, your stomach dipped low, the pleasant swooping sensation something you’ve become accustomed to over the last year. “I just feel so overwhelmed. Both of our lives are already so public and under scrutiny. I want this to be something that we can cherish without any of the potential tarnish of what it means to be so public.” 

You shake your head, feeling a little silly and what you’re feeling. “I love our lives and know we’re privileged to live like this but sometimes I just want to have something that’s just ours. I want to share our love and relationship with everyone but maybe we could just shield some of it from the world?” 

An idea forms in Max’s head then. “What if we eloped somewhere just the two of us and then have a party to celebrate with everyone after?” 

You nod, “Have is quietly ours for a while before sharing the news with everyone?” 

Max reaches for you, enjoying the way you press against him with ease. It’s a warm Italian summer night, the scent of perfumed flowers and left over sunshine hung heavy in the air and you wanted to snap this moment into something that stayed with you forever. Max’s hands heavy on your hips, digging into the flesh there as if he can’t get enough of you despite not leaving your side for the last 24 hours. 

Ever since getting engaged, you’d hated spending any length of time away from Max, almost like your soul had already started to twin itself to him. It made leaving difficult but returning was always so sweet. You had this weekend in Italy before you had to leave on another trip but you’d been considering ramping down your travel over the next few months. But, that was another conversation for another day. 

“Where would we go? And when?” The more you thought bout it, the more the thought of what Max was suggesting appealed to you. 

Max releases you before taking your hand as you two start back towards your hotel, feeling a bit lighter at seemingly solving the problem that had been weighing on you for a few days. 

“We could do it this winter? There’s always a total shut down of everything that week between Christmas and New Years. We’d see our families for Christmas and escape saying we were just taking a trip the two of us.” 

You grin up at him, liking where he was going with this. 

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December, 2025 

The warm ocean breeze fluttered through the wide open doors of the villa behind you as the bright December sun heated your skin where you laid on a lounge chair. Next to you, Max was sprawled out on on the chair next to you, snoring softly as he took what you thought might just be his third nap of the day. 

Ever since the pair of you had arrived in Mexico a few days ago, you hand’t done much beyond sleep, eat, and fuck. The 2025 season had been the most stressful, chaotic, out of control season Max had ever had and while he had managed to clinch the championship on in Abu Dhabi from Lando, but it had been a difficult ride to get there. So when Christmas had been celebrated and you had jumped on the jet to fly from Monaco over to Mexico, you couldn’t help but continually breathe a sigh of relief. 

The fight had truly weighed on Max, the hollows underneath his eyes growing more and more prominent as the race weeks ticked by. The only relief he had gotten had been your midseason trip to Thailand when he had proposed. When Jensen had asked him what had gotten him through the difficult second half of the season during an interview after he won the championship, his immediate answer had simply been you. 

Much to the disappointment of your fans, you had decided to really ramp down the amount of travel and work you had done following the summer break. Max had been resident at first, not even wanting to entertain he conversation at first when you had brought it up shortly after it had been decided you were going to elope. He didn’t want to even think of you putting your career on hold for him, to take care of him, to follow him. Not because he didn’t want you around. It was the exact opposite. Just the thought of you spending more time traveling with him instead of the insane schedule you’d been keeping over the last year had relief flooding through him. While he was tired from his schedule and the pressure of winning a 5th consecutive world title, he knew you were tired too. There were many times you both went weeks without setting foot in your shared apartment and sometimes you’d go weeks between seeing each other too. 

No, it wasn’t because he didn’t want you around. It was because he didn’t want you to resent him one day down the line that you had given up your career for him. He couldn’t bare the thought of being the cause of any resentment or heartache for you and despite how much he wanted you by his side every possible moment. 

In the end, reason had won out as you had explained that you weren’t taking a break because of him. He was certainly part of it, but like him, you were exhausted. You reminded Max of Brazil last year, how you had slept for so long the day after the race there that Max had postponed your flights home for another week he was so worried about you getting sick. 

You had done a few interviews since the engagement, mostly with people in the motorsport world: Susie and Toto Wolff, Natalie Pinkham, and of course Lewis being your biggest interviews. In addition, you had done some post race interviews and coverage for F1TV, which allowed you to have even more of a reason to be in the paddock week in and week out. You weren’t sure where your podcast was going in the future, but for now, you were content with the schedule and where you were professionally, despite what some of your critics might be whispering. 

All of this works through your mind as Max begins to stir beside you. His eyes blink open eventually and when they do, they immediately find you. “Hi baby.” He whispers, voice rough with sleep. 

“Good morning, sleepy head.” You grin, setting your book down beside you as Max rolls over onto his side, creating some space for you on the oversized lounge chair, beckoning you to join him. 

As you snuggle deeper into his chest, Max slots his thigh between your legs and slips his top arm over your waist, pulling you closer. “You looked deep in thought. Everything okay?” He murmurs before his lips ghost over your cheek. 

“Hmmm, of course. Just thinking about this year and how good it feels to just breathe.” 

Max could tell when you got in one of your thinking moods just by the way your body language shifted. In those few moments between when he had woken up and you had noticed his eyes open, he had watched you staring out over the villa’s lawn. Your shoulders were relaxed, the usual pinch between your brows completely absent and with legs crossed at your ankles as you read your book, you had looked the picture of relaxed. 

“You still feeling okay about tomorrow?” 

Just the thought of what tomorrow would bring made your heart rate pitch up a bit. The first morning after your arrival, you and Max had gone over to the concierge in the main reception building to tell them of your plans for an elopement. They had, of course, been ecstatic and ready to help you in whatever way you wanted. After a few hours of discussion, you had everything planned and the concierge snapped into action. 

“I am…unless you’re not?” It occurs to you that Max has been awfully quiet this morning, a soft reflective mood taking over his usual energetic attitude and suddenly, anxiety pinches in your chest. You desperately search Max’s face for any sign of hesitation or regret, not knowing what you’d do if he suddenly got cold feet before tomorrow. 

Max shakes his head before pulling you even closer, fingers digging into the bare flesh of your hip, covered only by the little string of your bikini that you’ve been living in since you got here. “Lifeje, stop that. You know I would have married you the moment after I proposed to you months ago.” 

Something settles in you at his words, having just needed that little bit of reassurance from him. As hard as you tired and as much as Max made sure to never leave any doubt in your mind that he was all in with you, you sometimes still found your anxiety getting the best of you. Scenarios about how Max was having second thoughts, how he didn’t really want to marry you, how this was all in your head sometimes ran rampant in your head. You were getting better at controlling them, especially after he had proposed but that was the funny thing about anxiety, you couldn’t always control it. 

“I know.” You whisper, fingers trailing up and down his toned arm that was wrapped around you tightly. 

“Anxiety?” It was almost spooky how well Max could read you from just a shift in your tone of voice. All you could do was nod, suddenly feeling silly. Max rolled his hips into yours, pulling your lower half closer. “Do you feel what you do to me?” He asked, pressing his already half hard cock into your center. “Do you feel what you do to me just laying here? All you have to do is look at me and I’m a goner. There isn’t a single second thought in my mind, love.” 

“I’m sorry I’m hard to love sometimes.” Tears prick at the corner of your eyes as Max lifts your chin so he can have a better look at you. “I’m sorry you have to constantly reassure me despite not giving me any reason to doubt you. I know  it can’t be easy.” 

You had spent most of your adult life being told how difficult you were to love. How hard it was to deal with the constant reassurance you needed when the anxiety crept in, telling you you weren’t good enough. It was unnerving sometimes when Max loved you so easily and effortlessly because how did he find it so easy to do when no one else before him had? 

Max pulls back so he can get a good look in those pretty eyes of yours. It made him rage internally knowing how insecure you were. Not because he faulted you. Oh, absolutely not. He raged at the people that made you feel like you were inferior and hard to love because that was something that he simply didn’t see. Loving you and being with you was the easiest thing he’d ever done in his life. 

“I want you to listen to me, okay?” He waits, brows raised, until you nod. “I will gladly spend the rest of my life telling you how much I worship you whenever and however you need or want me to. When I take those vows tomorrow, I mean it with every bit of my soul, schatje. For worse or better, you’re mine and I’m yours from tomorrow on, okay? You are not hard to love and I am so lucky I get the privilege of telling you every single day how much I love you.” 

Your mind settles a bit at his words as you let the sensation of having Max so close to you wash over your anxious nerves. “How did I get so lucky to have you?” 

“Oh, sweet girl it’s not you that’s lucky.” Max leans in, pressing a kiss to your lips as you sigh into him. “I’m the lucky one that somehow coincided you to love me back.” 

There were only two people in your lives besides you and Max that knew what you two were really doing in Mexico. GP because Max was physically incapable of keeping anything from his race engineer and your assistant Shannon. GP had called Max out on his sudden change in demeanor in Italy after the decision to elope had been made, asking Max what had happened in the previous 12 hours to make him not so grumpy when he showed up to the track that morning. Max being a terrible liar when it came to GP had been unable to think quick enough to come up with an excuse and when he had simply looked at GP with a deer in the headlights look, he had fessed up and spilled the beans. When you had found out that Max had told GP you had sworn the race engineer to total secrecy, telling him you’d cut off a very important body part of his if it got leaked. 

Shannon was the other person that knew and it was only because you had needed help with choosing and figuring out how to sneakily order, tailor, and pack a wedding gown without anyone getting wind of it. You knew if the paparazzi had caught sight of you leaving a bridal boutique with a dress in hand nearly a year before you had told everyone else that you were planning on getting married, people would talk. So, with Max’s approval, you had enlisted the help of your personal assistant who had honestly turned into one of your closest friends over the time that she had worked with you.

 It had been Shannon that helped you choose the dress that you wore the morning you married Max, the white lace clinging to every curve and valley of your body. It was just going to be the two of you, the officiant, and the photographer there and the utter quiet and simplicity of getting ready in complete silence and peace was something you would cherish for the rest of your life. Max had left the villa about an hour ago, telling you he had a few errands to run before the officiant would turn up for the ceremony. What kind of errands could he be doing in the middle of a luxury resort in the middle of the Mexican jungle, you had no idea but you hadn’t asked any questions because you wanted the time alone to get ready. 

You’re just slipping on the second thin strap up over your shoulder when there’s a knock at the villa door moments before it swings open. Max comes bustling in, wearing the khaki pants and white linen shirt you had chosen for the beach nuptials. He’s got a fresh haircut and shaved face, his bright blue eyes looking for you the moment he walks in the door. In his hand dangles a little black bag with silver ties that doesn’t look big enough to hold much more than a small box or two. 

“Lifeje, where are -” Max stops in his tracks when you round the corner out of the bedroom and he sees you for the first time. His hand goes straight to his sternum, rubbing at the place that is suddenly aching at the mere sight of you. He had thought he’d been prepared to see you in your wedding dress but what he saw in front of him made every coherent thought tumble right out of his head. If he had thought you were the prettiest woman he’d ever seen before, seeing you standing there before him in the white lace dress with it’s plunging neckline and fabric clinging to your every curve, just confirmed that he was the luckiest person in the entire world. “Christ.” He whispers, unable to move from the spot he’s rooted to. 

You let out a little uncertain giggle, tucking a piece of hair that you had left out of the sleek low bun you had styled your hair in for the day behind your ear. “Do I look okay?” 

Max finds the ability to move then, crossing the room in just a few strides, suddenly needing nothing more than to touch you. He had to know what that lace felt like under his fingers, had to know if your skin looked as radiant up close as it did when he had first walked into the villa. 

“I am so glad I wrote my vows down because there is no way I’m remembering anything while I look at you.” He croaks, voice becoming totally unreliable with emotion just seeing you dressed like this solely for him brings up. “I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful in my entire life, schatje. ” 

And it was the truth. Max had never seen anyone as gorgeous as you were standing there in that white dress, veil tucked into the top of your bun so it cascaded down over your shoulders. The dress pools at your feet and dips low in the back, showing off the tanned and toned body you work so hard for. At your ears wink the diamonds Max had gotten you for Christmas just a week earlier. A diamond and sapphire necklace set in platinum sits at your throat, also a gift from Max for your one year anniversary earlier in the year. Seeing you wearing the jewels that he’s bought for you does something to Max, a possessive streak proudly zipping through him at the thought of you dripping in expensive baubles that he’s bought you. 

“What’s in the bag?” You ask as Max settles his hands low on your hips, still checking you out with absolutely no shame whatsoever. 

He seems to remember that there’s something else in the room other than you then, holding the bag out to you with a sly grin on his face. “I know we said our wedding bands were going to be our presents to each other but I saw this the other day when we were out shopping in that little jewelry store and had to go back to get it.” 

You raise a brow but know better than to argue about Max spoiling you. It’s a lost cause at this point and you settled for just accepting the pretty things he liked to give you simply because he loved seeing you in them a long time ago. You take the bag from his hands and reaching in, you pull out a long, slender velvet box. 

When you open the box, you barely stifle a gasp at the delicate bracelet sitting on the black satin. It’s the diamond and pearl tennis bracelet set in platinum that you had casually looked at yesterday when you and Max had gone into town to do some shopping and had mentioned in an off handed comment that you had liked how the pearls and diamonds worked so well together, although you had ultimately decided not to get it because of the price tag and the fact that you thought you’d never have anywhere to wear it. 

“Max.” You whisper, gaze darting up from the box to Max’s own eager look. “It’s…it’s so pretty I don’t have the words. You spoil me.” 

“And I’m going to continue to spoil you for the rest of our lives, lifeje. Now, can I put it on you so you can be dripping in diamonds for our wedding day, please?” 

You laugh a little, somehow unsure of how you got this lucky to be here in Mexico marrying the man that literally worships the ground you walk on. 

“Now, I understand that you both have written your vows for each other. Max, would you like to go first?” 

Later that afternoon, the two of you stand barefoot on the beach, a gentle breeze teasing the veil at the back of your head, while the officiant the hotel recommended stands before you. The atmosphere could not be more perfect. The sun hangs low in the sky, sunset just an hour or two away so the golden rays cascade over you and Max. Behind you, the photographer you hired snaps discreetly away. The fact that it’s just the four of you on the beach witnessing this could not have been more perfect. 

Max stands opposite you, large hands swallowing your smaller ones, and takes a deep breath. You can see the emotion playing plainly on his face and know he’s going to have a hard time getting through these words. For the outside world, Max Verstappen is a hardened competitor that takes no shit and will do anything to win. But here? On the beach with just you and 2 others as he professes his love and adoration to you, he’s as soft as kitten and almost more emotional than you are. 

He couldn’t have been happier at his decision to write down the words to his vows because the emotions that swirled in him then, as he stands there looking at you in your wedding dress is so overwhelming he can barely put together a coherent thought. Here he was, the man that has won five world championships and zips around a race track at 200 miles per hour regularly, completely unable to speak he’s so happy. 

The paper is a bit crumpled when he pulls it out of the pocket of his khakis but it’s fine all the same. He clears his throat nervously and then begins. “When Melissa suggested I go on your podcast, she said it would be an amazing PR opportunity for me. I think I told her no five times but on that sixth time, I agreed because GP said he thought I’d like you and then he sent me that interview. And then I walked into that studio on that cold, rainy April and have never thanked GP and Melissa so fast. That first time I saw you, I felt my entire world shift beneath my feet. Having the childhood I did ruined the idea of love for me for most of my life but the moment you waltzed into my life, schatje, I knew that you were going to show me how wrong I’d been. I love you endlessly and will forever be thankful that you’ve shown me what the meaning of real, true, unconditional love is.” Max takes a breath, swiping at an errant tear that falls down his cheek. 

Across from him, you grip at his hands, desperately trying to commit this entire moment to memory. You’re endlessly glad you both had written your vows so you’d be able to look back and remember what was said today on this beach. 

“I promise to love, honor, cherish, and spoil you,” He pauses when you chuckle and roll your eyes, but just squeezes your hand before continuing on. “Whatever you need, you’ll have. Whatever you want, it’s yours. I promise to spend the rest of my life making sure you never want for anything ever again, both material wants but also emotional wants. You are my number one priority from here on out and I vow to never ever stop living up to these promises. I never believed in soulmates until I saw you for the first time and words can’t accurately describe how much I love you. Having the title of your husband is worth a million and one world champion titles and I promise to spend the rest of my days proving that to you.” 

The emotions ripple over you as Max concludes his vows. The officiant turns to you, dipping his head to let you know it’s now your turn. Max squeezes your hands together and you drown in the watercolor blue eyes looking back at you for a moment. 

“I stopped believing in soulmates a long time ago. That is until you walked into that recording studio and looked at me like you’d known me for our entire lives. I tried so hard not to get ahead of myself for so long, but it was that first time you flew me down to Miami two weeks after meeting you that I knew. I knew that you were it for me, that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. We’ve been through so much in such a short time and I know there are so many people that are going to think we’re criminally insane for doing this. But it’s nearly impossible to put into words what you’ve done to my soul in such a short time, Max. I know it’s beyond cliche but you’ve altered who I am at my very core. I’ve never been with someone so unwaveringly supportive of everything that I am and everything that I do.” You draw in a shaky breath then, needing a moment before you can make the rest of your words materialize. 

“I promise to love you so unconditionally and strongly for the rest of my life. I promise to be by your side during the highs and lows of your career, on and off the track. The life we live is so fast and so difficult sometimes but just knowing that you’re on the other side of that plane ride, waiting for me to come home to you, makes everything we do worth it. I promise to give you whatever you need no matter how difficult it may be. You are my life now and I will spend the rest of my life showing up for you. Soulmates are real and you’re mine. I’m so thankful that I found you, Max. I love you.” 

A quiet settles between you and Max then, the vows cementing the bond you’ve been building since that first day in the recording studio. The officiant and photographer seem to sense it too, their soft smiles playing on their lips as they give the vows that were just exchanged a chance to sink in for each of you. 

Rings are exchanged and before you’re able to get a handle on things, the officiant declares you and Max husband and wife. The feeling of sheer relief and excitement washes over both you and Max as you’re told to seal the vows with a kiss. And what a kiss it is. Max pours his entire soul into the first kiss he shares with you as your husband. Everything he said in his vows being repeated by the way his lips cover yours, working over your mouth in such a way that has your knees buckling. 

“I love you so much, wife.” Max murmurs against your lips just before breaking the first of many kisses between husband and wife. 

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1,309,292 likes liked by yourpersonalinsta, redbullracing, assistant shannon, and others maxverstappen1 she's stuck with me forever now danielricciardo EXCUSE ME BUT WHAT THE FUCK user028 did they ELOPE??? Without telling ANYONE??? OH MY GOD??? HELLO??? user448 somehow, this feels very on brand for the both of them >>>user432 i was just thinking the same thing. charlesleclerc I'm sorry, WHAT??? yourpersonalinsta love you, husband >>>user0299 oh my god, i cannot be normal about this landonorris kinda heartbroken I didn't get to be the flower boy, ngl >>>user998 this is such a lando comment oscarpiastri wow! didn't even know you were engaged! congrats. man! >>>user332 why is this the most Oscar Piastri comment I've ever read??? >>>user948 HAHA OSCAR

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1,029,398 likes liked by yourdad, maxverstappen1, assistantshannon, and others yourpersonalinsta wife>>>fiance user0298 the HAND PLACEMENT in that last photo. Max, my maaaan. user918 they eloped and didn't tell a single soul. i fucking love this so hard. kikagomes OH. MY. GOD. Congratulations gorgeous girl!!! >>>yourpersonalinsta love you pretty girl! user8892 my man wins his 5th world championship and then gets married in secret, max is winning at life rn assistantshannon so happy for you boss lady. you and max deserve the world. love you!!! >>>yourpersonalinsa so thankful i had your help with this, sweet girl. user827 are we just going to ignore the TATTOO on Max's wrist??? HER??? >>>user0291 oh my god oh my god

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I wanted to say something to address some other posts I've been seeing about why some people would be "disappointed" that Buck getting with another man (causally or seriously) before Eddie would be the same as him getting with "another woman" and therefore remaining "on the hamster wheel". (I fucking hate that phrase now).

Anyway, this is SPECULATION because Bucktommy having any sort of romantic relationship is not confirmed yet.

BUT if Buck were to get with Tommy in any capacity I, personally, do NOT see it as Buck backsliding or returning back to Buck 1.0 (if he and Tommy are casual) or "not choosing himself" (ie. choosing Eddie immediately as his one true love).

First I want to address if Bucktommy are casual and if Buck just has a casual sexual relationship with Tommy that doesn't evolve into a full on long-term relationship. I would not see this as Buck reverting back to his Buck 1.0 ways. Because you guys are forgetting that Buck 1.0 wasn't just sleeping around to sleep around because he couldn't go a day without getting his dick wet. That's part of the reason why I didn't like in 7x01 that they were calling Buck a playboy because it, unfortunately, did not hit the truth of WHY Buck was sleeping around so much. Buck was sleeping with any pretty consenting girl he came across because he thought that was the only way he could get them to love him because he inherently believed that who he was would never be enough for anyone and that the only thing he could offer people was sex.

But sleeping casually with a man has a whole different layer to it that's inherently different than sleeping with a woman at this point in Buck's character arc.

He learned a lot in his relationships with Abby, Ali, Taylor and Natalia. Why wouldn't the same come from a relationship (of any kind) with Tommy? And him discovering that he's attracted to men and actually ACTING ON IT???? That IS choosing himself!!!

It is, unfortunately, a common bisexual/queer experience that sometimes people will realize that they do have a same-sex or nb/trans attraction AND opposite-sex attraction and they will CHOOSE not to act on their queerness because unfortunately, it is easier and safer to stick with the heterosexually perceived choice. This doesn't even have to be a conscious choice either. That's where comphet lives and thrives.

If Tommy is actually the catalyst that FORCES Buck to realize he has a real attraction to men (because again, it seems to me like Buck is not CONSCIOUSLY aware of his attraction to men and therefore was NOT sleeping casually with men in his 1.0 days or previous) then him actually choosing to act on it is MONUMENTOUS. We don't know how far that will go, if they will end up sleeping together or developing a bit of a relationship, or if Buck will actually be depicted on screen coming out. I don't know!

But sleeping casually with a man this time does not inherently have to mean that he's making the same old mistakes. It's possible we could finally see Buck setting firm boundaries, or it's possible Tommy says hey this is causal to me and Buck (as the GROWN MATURE SERIOUS ADULT y'all so badly want him to be) is able to accept that without being insecure about himself. There's so much we don't know that could happen as part of this relationship.

In my opinion, Buck allowing himself to actually go the tough route of exploring his sexuality IS choosing himself, opening himself up to a world of future possibility. And if he manages to actually be open about it with his friends and team too? Oh my goodness.

The circumstances are already LEAGUES different from where he was in season 1. If Buck is able to accept that he's into men, able to act on it and be open about it too? That IS accepting himself which was always the issue he had for many years. If he believes in himself to be enough to be brave and open about queerness as he discovers it? That IS "getting off the hamster wheel". It is breaking the pattern of self-destruction, of self-harm, of self-denial.

As for the possibility of it being a long term relationship, we already saw that Tim doesn't currently have plans for Tommy to stick around too long so I'm not really worried about that.

I personally believe that both Buck and Eddie require baby steps before they can get together romantically. Sorry to the people that just want them to confess and boom. I don't think that's satisfactory for myself and for a lot of other people and I don't think the writers would be satisfied with it too. I think we all want to see the nitty-gritty process of both of them realizing their queerness, the growing pains that come along with it, and the eventual step-by-step active choosing of each other.

Buck being able to accept himself and his queerness with another man is the perfect step to him eventually discovering that the place where his deepest love lives is in Eddie. You have to understand that Buck and Eddie have been STAGNANT in their relationship since season 4. They NEED something to come in and show them that their relationship CAN and SHOULD evolve and in order to do that they NEED to be BRAVE and take LEAPS. Buck with Tommy could be the first big leap. After that, it's Eddie's turn.

[instantromannoodles]

Soulmates

Ships: Remus Sanders/Virgil Sanders background Roman Sanders/Patton Sanders

Tags: Soulmate AU, anxiety attack, trans Virgil Sanders, sexual innuendos & let me know if I forgot something

I wrote this for @dukexietyweek day 4- Soulmate

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Everyone has a 'Soulmark' an almost birthmark that is the perfect match to someone else, and when you find the person with a matching mark then you find your soulmate, or at least that's what some people believe, Virgil's not so sure, a mark that tells you who your gonna love seems far fetched but it seems to have so far worked out for his best friend, Patton had found his soulmate, he started dating Roman almost immediately after they discovered their matching marks and he seems happy, so maybe there's something to the 'soulmates' thing.

It was the middle of summer which in Florida means Virgil's pretty sure it's as hot as the sun here and even though the air was running it was still hot and humid even indoors.

He doesn't really remember how he got dragged into hanging out with Patton and Roman tonight but he's here at Romans now and he does enjoy spending time with Patton so he's not gonna complain if he does have to spend time at Roman's.

"How are you not having a heatstroke?" Roman asked him sitting down on the couch next to Patton causally wrapping an arm around him

Virgil shrugged, in honesty he felt like he was dying in his hoodie but he'd rather sit here sweaty and uncomfortable then take it off, even if he'd feel so much better

"Virgil, no pressure but you should probably take off the hoodie" Patton says and Virgil appreciates that Patton is trying to be sensitive about this, since Patton knows why Virgil is so hesitant to take off the hoodie "No ones gonna care, kiddo" He says softly and Virgil notices Roman look a little confused but leaves it and Virgil is thankful.

Virgil just nods, it is so hot, and he trust Patton isn't gonna say anything and he maybe only recently has started hanging out with Roman more because of Patton but they've all known each other for awhile so he's pretty sure Roman won't say anything if he notices, plus the shirt he's wearing under the hoodie should be lose enough to hide his chest, just not as well as the hoodie does. he takes a breath the quickly unzips and removes his hoodie, already feeling a little cooler, he hates that Patton was right and he needed to remove his his hoodie, and for breath moment he thinks no ones gonna say anything about how he looks and what he was hiding until he looks at Roman, Roman eyes went wide and Virgil wants to hit the look of shock off his face, but all he can do is grab the hoodie again not putting it on but covering his chest quickly

"Virgil is this the first time I've seen you without your hoodie?" He asks and Virgil can't breath, he doesn't want to talk about this, Patton just sits there looking at both of them and Virgil really wishes he'd say something

"I don't know" He snaps

"It's just" Roman says pointing to Virgil's arm? "I've never seen your soulmark before" Oh? it's about his soulmark, Virgil lets out a sigh of relief and he notices Patton visibly relaxes

"My soulmark?" Is all he can ask his mind racing with confusion and adrenaline coming down

"I've seen it before" Roman says in thought

"But you've never seen Virgil's soulmark?" Patton says, tilting his head in confusion, before his eyes widen and he beams, excitement apparent on his face "Or do you mean you've seen it on someone else?"

Virgil's eyes widen in shock, he's not sure he believes in soulmates but also he has an opportunity to find out who the universe has planned for him to be with

"Who?" he asked his thoughts, feeling like their racing

Roman goes to reply but is interrupted when the front door is opened then closed.

"Perfect timing" Roman says under his breath, Virgil barely notices it. "Hey Remus" Roman calls to his brother "You mind coming in here for a moment" That's weird Virgil doesn't know Roman super well but you don't have to know the King twins hardly at all to know they don't get along, why would Roman ask Remus to come in here now? wait

"I wasn't gonna come in here incase something else was coming" Remus laughs as he walks into the room

"No" Virgil says as soon as his eyes land on Remus

Remus quickly looks take aback for a moment before smiling

"Well good to see you too, emo" He says

"You're fucking joking" Virgil says looking back at Roman "Him?"

"I mean" Roman says and at least he has the decency to look a little apologetic, Virgil knows it's not his fault but he wants to blame someone "Yeah"

"Why him?" Virgil puts his head in his hands

"I love being talked about like I'm not here" Remus says in a fake cheery tone "But seriously, did you guys just call me in here for this"

"Where is your soulmark?" Patton asked eyes going back and forth a moment between Virgil and Remus

"Why?" Remus grins "Feel like you got the wrong twin?" He jokes

"Uh no" Patton stutters out, Roman rolls his eyes

"Can you just answer a question normally?" Roman says annoyed

Remus rolls his eyes now "Fine" He says drawing out the 'i' but going to lift up his shirt

"What are you doing?" Virgil ask quickly

"I'm showing my mark, since for some reason you guys are interested" Remus says matter of fact like, he lifts up the lower part of his shirt, showing his mark

"Fuck me" Virgil breaths because, yes there on Remus ribs was the exact match to Virgil's soul mark

"Let me buy you dinner first" Remus laughs, letting his shirt fall.

"You know that's not what I meant" Virgil says annoyed, of course he finds his soulmate and it's Remus King, could have been anyone and with his luck it's of course Remus.

"Can I see yours" Remus asked and Virgil thinks this is the first time he's heard Remus' voice and it doesn't have a hint of sarcasm or him saying a weird joke, this is the first time he's sounded genuine "Can I see yours?" Remus ask again, Virgil didn't realized he had been sitting there in silence, or that he's been holding his arm so closely to himself, he nods and stands up then holds his arm out

Remus smiles softly and gently takes Virgil's arm looking at the mark, he runs his fingers across it and Virgil felt sparks, it felt like electricity shooting through him all starting with that spot

He looked at Remus and for a split second it felt as if time stood still, Remus King was infarct his soulmate, Virgil could feel his breath in his thought, it all of a sudden felt warmer then before, even warmer then when he still had his hoodie on in the florida heat, he feels himself start to shake and tries to breath but the room feels like it's spinning

Virgil panics and with a last look to Remus, he grabs his hoodie out of Remus grasp and bolts out of the room

It takes Virgil not long to realize he probably shouldn't have ran like that, he feels bad for running away, yes, this is a huge shock to him but it probably is to Remus too, what kind of soulmate is he, running away immediately, as much as he doesn't think he likes Remus, Remus still would deserve a better soulmate then him

Virgil considers turning around, going back, he can't spend all day walking around, and Patton drove them so he can't even really leave

But what would he say if he turns back?

"Hey, wait up" He hears someone yell, he ignores it and counties walking, trying not to pay too much attention to the others passing by on the street

"Virgil, would you stop for a minute" the voice calls closer and his fight or flight almost makes him run hearing someone call his name but his brain quickly catches up with his anxiety, he recognizes that voice

"Remus what are you doing?" He says as Remus catches up to him

"You just left" Remus states

"So you came after me?" Virgil softly laughs because this feel ridiculous, he panics and runs out and yet Remus comes after him, this sounds like one of those silly rom-coms that Patton has made him watch

"What the hell else was I supposed to do" Remus says and Virgil doesn't know how to reply

Remus sighs again taking a more serious tone

"Look, I'm sorry" Remus apologies

"Why are you sorry?" Virgil asks, he's the one who ran he should be the one apologizing "I should be apologizing to you, I ran, I started to panic so I just ran" He feels the words start falling before he can stop himself "And that was super shitty of me, some soulmate I am, leaving immediately, so I'm sorry, I'm sorry I ran because I didn't expect you to be my soulmate I'm sorry I ran because I, I don't know I was scared of having a soulmate" He wants to stop himself, to stop talking, and with every word he is fighting every urge in his body that was screaming run, he doesn't want to run again but after that, after just completely laying it all out without even meaning to, he doesn't want to wait for Remus reaction, but he does

Remus looks taken aback for a moment, but he regains composure quickly

"I'm not upset you ran" He says

"You're not?"

Remus shakes his head before replying

"Well obviously" He laughs and maybe this soulmate thing is playing too much with Virgil's head or maybe it's the fact that he's never heard Remus softly laugh but something about it feels different "If I was upset I wouldn't have chased after you"

He did chase after Virgil even though Virgil wouldn't have blamed him had Remus just let him leave and didn't want to see him again

"Yeah I guess you did" Virgil shrugged trying to still wrap his head around everything

"Yeah, because even though it'll take some getting used to you're my soulmate, so I guess if you run I'm gonna have to get used to chasing you" Remus tries to joke but something in those words, Virgil is known to run, fight or flight and he's body always picks flight

"You'll always chase after me?" He doesn't mean for the words to leave his lips

Remus smiles

"Yeah, I'll always chase after you, you're my soulmate"

[jenyifer]

Ray doesn’t deserve to be friends with Boston.

Last week I made a post about how Boston deserves to have his Ray back as a friend. The same can’t be said in reverse which personally breaks my heart. I have written Extensively about BostonRay they are boys cut from the same cloth and I feel like they were invisible best friends unlike their relationships with Mew or Cheum. I even headcannon that they are longer established friends maybe even childhood buddies. I don’t think their friendship is over simply because of SandNick but that’ll take a lot.

So let’s get some ground rules I’m not going to super cover the early eps that’s mostly covered by last weeks post. Now be fair here I don’t think BostonRay are Fantastic friends to each-other both boys have emotional mental issues that they try to hide. Boston is not the best with other people in general which he tells Nick about. Same goes for Ray. He’ll fuck up causal convo with sand but sand will push it off. But Boston is there for Ray. The end credit scene where Boston is at the bar in his white shirt is before Mew’s bday party when He knows shit is going down. Boston still goes to this party. He stays quiet while Ray attacks him. Something Boston never ever does despite having more than one opportunity to is blame Ray or dismiss him to Nick that doesn’t happen despite the two fights where Ray attacks Nick someone who is very important to Boston. Why? Because Boston believes what Ray said is true and he doesn’t believe in lying. Ray also does like Boston… or he did… I don’t think Ray would’ve asked Boston to stay with him and that he loved him if it wasn’t a real request.

I particularly love how open they are about their current love interests before Boston has to throw cold water on Ray at Sands bday party. Then Ray throws a spear at Nick in response. Both boys regret what they do but they don’t apologize. Just let things fester something we see Ray and Bostons do multiple times moving forward. They don’t like fighting because they know eachother the best. They know the other one doesn’t lie and does genuinely care for the other. Boston doesn’t need to be friends with Ray and Ray knows it. Boston has money and Ray’s drama is annoying but he sticks about and is always there for Ray. They are too prideful to say it.

Ray didn’t enjoy Mew trying to actively kill Boston either. In fact Ray did try get inbetween them and tried to de escalate things but Ray is a coward always has been. Boston also steps in to save Ray from getting punched by Top even after Ray tries to say Boston was still dating Top. Yeah really seems like the two of them loveee fighting and not supporting each other.

Okay sorry got distracted let’s go to ep 10 and talk about why Ray needs to apologize. Yes yes Boston needs to treat Ray better but at least he fucking tries (Mew Cheum I’m side eyeing you) dealing with an alcoholic or what Boston is is exhausting. Especially if change fails to ever come because you don’t have the words to magically make things better.

Boston thought Ray would understand that he and Atom are adults. Possibly Boston thought Ray would never believe he’d black mail someone either. Boston has talked to Ray about his escapades before. He’s never done what Atom is accusing of him. But no Ray is gleefully enjoying Bostons downfall sticking the knife in that even his best friend doesn’t love or understand him.

Ray knows Boston is telling the truth that’s why Ray can’t look at his face for too long you actively see him look away (gd khaotung why are so so good at acting holy shit) because Ray knows it’s wrong. Boston is crying. I’d bet none of his friends have seen him cry before. You know who leaves without a word when Bostons eyes immediately turns to them as fast as humanly possible? It’s Ray.

I really want Boston and Ray to be friends again. But at the same time. Boston doesn’t need a friend like Ray who is a coward. Can’t fully admit to being his friend. Ray can possibly make it up to Boston by being there for him in the future or apologizing but honestly. I hope Boston doesn’t try to establish contact himself. But who knows with Ray’s recovery and Boston learning how to deal with people in a normal way (he has been growing by the way he isn’t the same boy we had ep 1) maybe they can be actual friends with a good example like Sand and Nick about

This post is too long so I’m just going to post it I hope it made sense.

[doctor-who-binge]

The Girl Who Waited

I love The Girl Who Waited is one of my favorite episodes ever. It is the proof that she loves Rory more than she could ever love The Doctor. The biggest showcase of Amy & Rory's character development.

Rory is more reliable than The Doctor and she knows it. This was a theme throughout series 6, she was talking about Rory while kidnapped by The Silence and Rory thought it was The Doctor. Her reaction when Rory tells her that he thought it might have been The Doctor was an amazingly acted "HIM?" with a what the fuck expression. Its also shown when Rory defiantly tells The Doctor "She can always hear me Doctor and she always knows I'm coming." Then again when she is talking to baby Melody and the speech makes it sound likes shes speaking about The Doctor only to have the twist at the end of the people of earth knowing him as the last centurion.

But The Girl Who Waited is just absolutely in your face about this fact. It is the entire damn episode.

Its apparent though every goddamn aspect:

Amy says "Rory I love you. ... now save me" Its not a request to The Doctor at first, I never noticed that before. (Thats the line that prompted me to gush about this episode) She trusts that's Rory is the one that will have to do it.

She doesn't say "I hate you" to Rory even though she seems angry with him, but she says with a lot of conviction she hates The Doctor more than shes ever hated anyone in her life.

Rory says he doesn't care that she got old he cares that they didn't grow old together and when she angrily talks about being in solitary confinement she speaks to The Doctor not Rory.

She asks Rory "stay or go" when she heads into the Garden, again showing she isn't going to write off Rory. Then he make her laugh so easily the first time in 36 years, showing so much chemistry from only 3 lines of script

She named a robot Rory because she "needed a bit of company" and when the Doctor tries to make her feel guilty about taking the hands off she mockingly calls him the voice of god. Which is later repeated by her daughter river who says "when one is in love with an ageless god who insists on the face of a 12 year old".

THEN, THEN when older Amy says "they didn't save you, they get in their TARDIS and fly away" and younger Amy immediately says "No Rory wouldn't, not ever, something must have stopped him" younger Amy didn't even fucking mention The Doctor when protesting older Amy's idea. Because The Doctor certainly WOULD do something like that because he has before. Twice in the 11th hour and she even says in the Christmas special "please Doctor don't be late this time"

THEN IT GETS EVEN FUCKING BETTER when older Amy says "and thats why you'll refuse [to save yourself] when its your turn and nothing you can say will change that." Younger Amy knows immediately that there is something she can say and its so simple "3 words, what about Rory?" When older Amy smiles about the fact that she named her robot Rory younger Amy without hesitation says "so you didn't name it The Doctor or biggles our favorite cat" and they both laugh over memories of him.

Younger Amy begins talking about meeting people, and it ends with both younger Amy and older Amy saying at the exact same time "Rory's the most beautiful person I've ever met"

Then this line of dialogue:

Younger Amy: please, do it for him

Older Amy: You're asking me to defy destiny, causality, the nexus of time itself, for a boy

Younger Amy: You're Amy, hes Rory, and oh yes I am.

Older Amy to Rory: I'm going to rip time apart for you *kisses and hugs him*

She never actually seems angry at Rory. Shes heartbroken over Rory but legitimately hates The Doctor.

"Its not about what I'm doing its about who I am doing it for, I'm trusting you to watch my back" To which Rory replies with zero hesitation. "Always, you and me, always"

Both Amys are able to think of the most important thing without consulting each other and its about Rory. Their first kiss specifically.

This next line alone encapsulates all her character development since The 11th hour. Older Amy says "Amy pond in the TARDIS with Rory Williams." Remember she ran away from Rory with The Doctor in season 5 up until Vampires of Venice when The Doctor decides he has to come because Amy wanted to have basically a one night stand with The Doctor. Amy even seems hesitant to bring him at first.

"The look on your face when you carried her away... her... you use to look at me like that, I'd forgotten how much you loved me. I forgot how much I loved being her" She forgot just how much she loved being his wife, the Amy Pond that was with Rory. Not the Amy in solitary confinement for 36 years without him.

Rory legitimately has problems trying to pick "which Amy" to save. The Doctor forces Rory to make that decision. Rory clearly sees both of them as his Amy, his wife, and there is incomprehensible anguish for Rory to let older Amy die.

At the end older Amy has to die and Rory simply can't handle it, he can't make the decision between which Amy to save. So to help him older Amy make the decision for him. "If you love me don't open that door" and Rory just can't handle it. Its so obvious how much he loves older Amy just as much, no different than "the real Amy" and older Amy says "tell her I'm giving her the days.... the days with you" then the fantastically poetic line she says to her husband "take them please I'm giving you my days"

Also I never really thought about the "This Amy will have never existed" bit in the episode and how it seems that even the Doctor is trying to convince himself that its true... when its not

Rory screams at the Doctor "you can't leave her she'll die." the Doctor tries to reason that she will mever have existed to which Rory yells "But she happened, shes there!!!" Remember his 1000 years technically didn't happen, but he can remember it. Season 5 was constantly talking about how time can be unwritten but things are never forgotten "not really", "if it can be remembered it can come back." The Doctor yells that older Amy isn't real but Rory knows she is, he knows that his 1000 years was real even if it "never existed"

The Doctor knew from the beginning he was saving younger Amy but had to lie to Rory, because he knows not only would older Amy object to The Doctor not saving her, Rory would also object. We see that The Doctor really is the bad guy. Rory states that "this isn't fair, you're turning me into you" He won't even answer Rory candidly when asked if he always knew that he couldn't save both he simply states "I said I'd save her and there she is"

The following episode The Doctor has to force Amy to lose her faith in him. Which she does. And it doesn't break her. The Doctor gives her and Rory a house and a car and they go and live their life. She doesn't need him anymore

Goddamnit I fucking love this episode. Its like a sequel to Amy's Choice. The episode that forces Amy to pick in the love triangle and how she genuinely doesn't know until Rory dies, in this episode both Amys know that its Rory with zero hesitation.

Tangentially related:

Rory: THIS IS YOUR FAULT. MAYBE LOOK IN A HISTORY BOOK AND SEEN IF THERE IS AN OUTBREAK OF PLAGUE

Doctor: That is NOT how I travel

Rory: THEN I DO NOT WANT TO TRAVEL WITH YOU

Is chefs fucking kiss I love the Doctor being told off. Same vibes when Clara yelling at him (12) about how he walks their Earth.

On a lighter note:

..... why isn't anyone else in her red waterfall for 36 years? Even the sick patients wouldn't want to live in solitary for a life time only able to have company when in the magnifying glass room.

[tic-toc-clock77]

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October 10th 4:30 a.m.

Clockwork ran outside of the cabin, as she had done for a while now. She walked to her familiar tree, her wrist would still ache but it didn't matter to her anymore. It'd been nearly 2 weeks since her first mission with Toby. They got out every few days to commit about 5 murders per night. She'd stopped counting the bodies, though.

She sat herself down on the high branch and smiled to herself, she pulled her pen from her pocket and started to draw on the pages of the sketchbook she'd stolen from a victim two nights ago. The autumn morning was breezy and calm, thankfully it wasn't very cold. The sky was a calm medium tone of blue and the sun shone just barely through the white clouds. She sighed, filled with relief and rested her back into the tree. The bark was a bit uncomfortable but it beat that nasty mattress by a long shot.

Fully settled and inspired to draw, she dragged her pen across the page. As she drew, her thoughts went elsewhere, "Toby..." She thought then immediately got mad at herself for even thinking of him. They hadn't really spoken to one another at all since he sprained her wrist. She huffed at thought of missions, she'd have to face another awkward encounter with him which had really only become awkward on her side due to her trying and failing to make up for trying to kill him which he would just ignore.

It was something she would normally never do but the night she actually tried to apologize, had only been because he had tried to be nice to her in a way nobody else had at that point. It was just like being back in school with her three old friends, at first, she'd brushed them off and told them to fuck off due to her distrust of all people but their genuine kindness was something she'd always cherish. She'd never be able to see those friends again so Toby was her best bet. Even once her and Jeff started becoming 'friends', it wasn't the same as the drive Toby had. Jeff was clearly already grouped up but Toby wasn't.

She groaned, nearly snapping her sketchbook over her knee but she just threw it to the ground. "I bet that would've hurt if I could feel it." She looked down and her heart sunk to her stomach. "Why now ...?" She sucked in the air through her teeth, guilt overwhelming her again as Toby climbed up the tree. "Hey Clockeye!" His demeanor was completely different than the boy she'd known for the past while.

"Clockwork." She corrected him as he positioned himself on the tree, he shrugged. "Why are you here?" She asked frankly. "Wanted to see you." He said without missing a beat, she raised an eyebrow. "Tim's being an ass so I came to bug you." He says, his voice filled with enthusiasm for whatever reason. "Uh," she looks off to the side. He moves his arm towards hers and begins to poke her... repeatedly.

It takes about a minute of silence, only awkward on her side, to push his hand away. She opens her mouth to question him but nothing is heard but the birds chirping. "I..." She finally starts as he stares at her uncomfortably. "I wanted to apologize about.." she struggles, "trying to kill you." Actually saying it is much weirder than she thought. He looks away for a second before shrugging and swinging his legs slightly. "Eh, no worries. Tim tried to kill me a lot when I first came here." He says calmly.

"Wait." He looks back at her, "Then why were you so pissed for two weeks?" He shrugs again, "I'm bipolar." He says, causally. They sit for a while as Toby explains it all to her, she listens carefully. "So, yeah. I pretty much was so devoid of meaningfulness to my life for two weeks that I just sorta started ignoring people. It was nothing personal." She starts to feel stupid for ever thinking it was her fault but at the same time, she begins to feel relieved.

"That doesn't feel very on brand for you." She says, talking with her hands, "You seem to be super amped to do things for the Slenderman." She tells him. "I guess I am, I mean, he saved my life but I just can't help it." He clicks his tongue. "I guess that makes sense." She says, swinging her legs out. As they continue to speak, it makes sense to her that he's just a bit disordered.

"Who isn't, though?" She smiles at him as she thinks to herself. He knocks her foot with his own, "Sorry." He says, she knocks him back with her own. He knocks a little harder, she does the same. They do this for a couple of minutes, smiles formed on both their faces that break into giggles to full on laughs.

He suddenly jumps down from the tree, "Catch!" He yells, out of seemingly nowhere the pages of her sketchbook come flying at her face. "Man, you suck." He laughs, climbing back up the tree. "You gave me absolutely no time to catch that." She says, starting to flip through the pages. He moved his head down to peer at the pages of gore filled drawings.

"These are good." He says, flipping through each page. "Thanks." She smiles, only slightly as she continues to flip. "Hey wait." He stops her hand with his own, "Isn't that the victim from the other night?" He questions, recognizing the physical features of the man on the page and his body which had been gutted to extreme levels. She nods, flipping one more page, "Woah." The image on this page was much more bloody than the last few, whatever human was in the photo had been made unrecognizable. "Who's that supposed to be?"

She didn't want to admit that it was the page she'd just scribbled down when her thoughts turned to trying to kill him to get him off her back, so she makes up a quick excuse. "It's my plan for my next victim." Not totally a lie but pretty close. "Epic. We should do that next time." He suggests, "Slender's planning on not giving us shit to do for a month, unfortunately." He sighs.

She grimaces, trying not to think about her original plan. She peers back down at the page, the face of the model was completely smashed in and unrecognizable, she looks back over and stares him in the eyes for a minute, she came to notice in those seconds how she really couldn't see that face becoming a pile of mush.

She thought for a second before reaching her hand out to his cheek, letting her fingers graze the large gash of ripped off cheek skin that exposed his teeth. His teeth were dry...a concerning thing, she noticed how he had to manually spread any liquidation from his mouth to that side, she wasn't sure if it was purely formed by habit or by an actual medical need.

He stared in intrigue at her fingers, allowing her full rein to do this, for one reason or another. His teeth seemed to be mismatched, some dull and round, others being sharp and pointed. It took her a moment before noticing his own fingers had reached to her eye, the one in which she was blind in. They studied each other for a moment with only the sounds of the birds and a plane in the distance.

His fingers gently tugged at the clock, she retracted her own hand from his teeth and joined his to aid him in pulling out the clock. Pieces of skin from what was formerly her eyelid and mush from her blinded and blood shot eye ripped alongside the clock. It was painful but she barely even grimaced.

They said nothing as the clock continued ticking on then he did nothing she'd never expected, he stuck his finger into the hole, she gasped but didn't scream as his finger pushed past the mush of her former eyeball, creating a large indent with what was leftover.

"That doesn't hurt you?" He finally asked. She shook her head, "It hurts like a motherfucker." She objected,

"I'm just used to pain." "Hm, I've never felt it." "Never?" "Never."

The two sat in silence, she took the clock from his hands and shoved it back in, she nudged him for help when it wouldn't go in correctly, they both shoved it back into place together, a moment they would soon treasure.

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September 27th, 2013 8:00 a.m.

Clockwork groggily opens her eyes to the shining sun. With half open eyes, she sluggishly makes her way out of bed. The metal bars of the frame and crappy thin sheets and blanket didn't make for a very nice sleep.

She grabs her jacket from the small drawer across the room from her bed and puts it on. She grabs her boots she'd left by the door and puts them on. She walks out in the hallway, its walls are wooden as well as the floors, which are a darker brown. There are paintings and drawings along the walls, she considers adding her own but without any paper...she sighs.

Once she's made her way down the stairs, she gauges everyone. She peers around the room at Jeff, sitting with Ben on the couch, controllers in their hands as they play some game her one working eye fails to register from the bright light. She peers down at Sally, running across the living room to the kitchen, back and forth, with a beaten up Teddy Bear in her arms.

With the living and dining rooms connected she's able to view pretty much everyone. She's barely talked to them but she knows their names. She makes her way over to the dining room, containing 10 chairs in total, with an extra one, having been added for her last night.

The chair is rickety and old. From her seat, she's able to peak out the large window where the view extends deep into the forest. "Good morning!" She jumps at Toby's voice, nearly falling from her seat. 

"What the fuck?" Her eyes pierce into his soul as she places her feet firmly on the ground to keep from falling. He just laughs and takes off his mask. "Looks like I'll be monitoring you for the next 6 months!" He says with a chirp before a small whistle. Her heart drops her stomach with a low groan. This guy? Seriously?  She thinks to herself. "Right." She mumbles. Her whole body cringes from the scent and the sounds around her.

everything is so fucking loud. 

It's too much, much too much. At this point she'd have rather continued sleeping in the alleyway with the scent of trash and homeless folks around. This motherfucker looks like he has herpes or at least, something is wrong with the guy. "Uh," she starts uncomfortably, though ultimately at a loss for words. "I'll be seeing you tonight then?" She nods, slowly as if to make sure everything around her is really happening.  He places his hand on her shoulder with a giddy smile on his face that drops when he tries to meet her energy. She glances at the placement of his hand, he smiles quickly and squeezes  her shoulder but with no sense of pain, it's nearly impossible to adjust to the sense of pain others. 

She grits her teeth at the pain subconsciously and its a strange 3 seconds between the two before he finally backs off, a whistle and a chirp, as had become usual for him in the past months. They wave, though it's much more awkward on Clockwork's side of things.

....11:08 p.m.

Night, it was time. The time had finally matched up with her and maybe tonight, it wouldn't be her enemy. She hoped, at least, as she stopped pacing around her room. She slaps her hands down on the table and thought over her plan one more time;

Follow Toby Kill the victims Pretend like everything is fine until it's over Then, run out back to the alley.

Okay, so, not the best plan but it certainly is a plan.  She thought as she pulled her jacket over her shoulders and tied the laces of her boots. She went over the plan again and again in her mind.

Once she made it to the door, she watched as Toby readjusted his orange goggles so they fit over his eyes, pulling back the elastic and allowing it to snap back to rest in his hair. She took notice as to how he looked entirely different when the mask was around his mouth and the goggles concealed his eyes, she couldn't even think of what he looked like before putting them on.

"Ready to go?" His voice when the words plopped out was much different from his face just moments ago; serious, focused with a hint of some sort of sadness or guilt in his eyes which melted away with his chipper and excited tone when he turned to face her.

She nodded at his question, pulling her hood over her face and moving her a piece of her hair over her eye, or what was her eye her at some point, which now held a clock inside the socket, which ticked steadily, medium paced.

"That's an interesting thing you got...going on there." Toby said awkwardly within the tense atmosphere of the forest and their slow pacing as both their feet crunched the leaves below them. She said nothing, digging her hands into her sweater pockets. Toby chuckled nervously at her demeanor.

The moon was full that night as it arched over the tall trees, that if you looked at them just right, they would almost start to look like people, tall and grotesque people, stretched limb from limb, like a medieval torture method...it started to inspire her so much she dropped dead in her tracks.

"I could draw this." She mumbled softly, the corners of her mouth turning to a smile. Toby spun his body around to head back and stand by her side, anxious to make some sort of connection. "You draw?" He asked with genuine intrigue. Feeling awkward, she just shrugged and started to walk again.

"I'd love to see it." He said, running up to her side. "Your art, I mean." He corrected himself. She wasn't very eager to make connections with people she wasn't planning on ever seeing again so she dug her hand into her pockets and said nothing.

She continued to receive his attention, albeit unwanted, the entire way into the city. He didn't seem to notice that she was clearly uninterested or he did and simply didn't care. Maybe he just likes the sound of his own voice. Either way, it was making it impossible to think clearly.

Crash...

Toby climbed in the window before her, he kicked away the shards of glass on the floor with the side of his sneaker. He extended a gloved hand toward Clockwork, she glanced; the glove was covered in dust and some dried blood. Reluctantly, she took his hand and stepped through the shattered window, careful not to touch the shards still stuck inside the brown window pane. Slipping in, her boots crush a shard. "Careful." He whispered, patting her arm while looking around. In the corner of the room there was a small lamp, it glowed warmly as it sat just past the ugly green couch that complimented the darker shade of green in the carpet and the brown wooden walls. She followed behind him and they walked slowly.

Under her foot, the carpet squished and she sniffed the air. "Must be a deep sleeper." Toby mumbled, the serious expression from before returned to his face. She faced the direction he'd spoken from and noticed a large dog laying peacefully on the ground, it began to snore. She guessed what she'd just stepped in would be dog piss, she shuddered slightly.

She walked in front of him, slowly creeping and from behind, she heard the sound of paper crinkling, "Jason and Miranda Hayes." He whispered the victims names to her, she nodded. Her pulse started to go up as she pulled her knife from she'd hidden it and started to drag it against the walls, a long slicing noise came from it that cut off sharply when that area of wall would end. Her smile turned up again as she opened the creaking door to the couple's room.

"Who's there?!" The man shot up, making Clockwork lunge at him, the woman awoke with a start beside him. Clockwork clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth.

"Your time is up."

Her tone dripping with darkness, she stuck her knife into the man's throat, leaving him without time to react. Her blade was shoved so deeply, it stuck out of the other side of his neck only to be yanked from the hole, his body fell limp with the red liquid spilling onto the blue and white sheets and blankets. Clockwork breathed heavily, her wide smile caused by the sensation of the stomach acid and adrenaline. Just as the woman beside him went to stand, Toby grabbed her arm and yanked her backward so harshly, she fell to the floor with a thud. He kneeled to the woman with fear in her big blue eyes and through the thin metal bars of his mask, he smiled. Chuckling lowly, he raised his hatchet and swung down. "Now." She thought, anxiously moving herself toward the open window of the bedroom, she swung her legs through it and took off running.

She'd made it down the road, covered in blood and dirt, a knife gripped firmly in her hand. She aimed to get as far away from the forest as possible, she'd go back to alley if she had to. At least, she'd have her freedom, at the very least she had herself, she needed nobody else.

Breath heaving, she didn't stop running until, just as she ran to cross the road, a car came speeding toward her, like a deer in headlights, she froze. Just as she locked eyes with the man in the vehicle, a hand pulled her back by her waist. Pulled backward, she stumbled for a moment before turning to attack whoever it was that had grabbed at her, swinging her knife with the rest of her body. "What the fuck is your problem?!" Toby shouted, grabbing at her wrist before she had the chance to swing, her eyes narrowed....

[ichxraaa]

⤷ you wanna go out with your friends but osamu has other plans…

⁂ MINORS DNI

warnings; fem! reader, cunnilingus, osamu being a menance

keys, phone, wallet… checked. all set and ready to go, you’re nearly at the door when you turn around on your heels, muttering to yourself “charger…”

now you’re ready, all that’s left is…“bye samu, i’m leaving!”

you nearly bump into him when you turn on the hall while reaching for the door once again.

“jeez samu! you scared me, i thought you were in the shower”.

he’s still in his black assemble of work clothes minus the apron and the cap, and you don’t pay him too much attention as you check yourself on the mirror one last time.

osamu’s stare is fixated on you, the charger dangling from his right hand forgotten in favor of checking your outfit.

“you’re really dolled up”.

“you think so? i wanted something causal”. maybe you still have time to change? oh fuck it, you like it and that’s it.

“i meant it as in you look pretty”.

you smile at him through the mirror and he yanks you by the hips to make you face him.

“do ya’ really have to go?” his question sounds harmless, uninterested even but by the way in which his fingers have begun tracing against your skin and the way his eyes are turning opaque you can see his true intentions.

something stirs inside you and you stretch on your toes to reach for his lips in a slow kiss. his fingers immediately dig into your sides, palms pressing you against his chest as one of his hands wanders to place itself on the back of your neck to deepen the kiss in a way that was you clinging to his broad shoulders for leverage.

“samu” you mumble in a whisper after managing to escape from his assault for just a second, his half lidded stare nearly making you forget what you’re about to say. “i gotta go…”

“mmm?” he breaths against your neck, a wet trail of kisses coming down your neck as his hands begin to wander across your back, pinching and grabbing with hunger as you can’t help to moan against his ministrations.

you can’t cancel this meeting, not again. the last time you tried to get together with your girlfriends osamu did the same thing, and the time before that too.

his lips have reached the cleavage of your top and nimble fingers have begun dancing under the fabric of your bra with a very clear intention. you arch involuntary as he finally frees your boobs from its restraints and eagerly begins sucking on one of your nipples with malicious intent.

your phone beeps from the depths of your forgotten purse and you are certain that it must be your friends on the group chat.

your voice has lost strength but you must try to do the right thing, “samu…”, you trail off, breath choked up on your throat as you watch him get on his knees, fingers easily unzipping your pants and head resting against your stomach as he looks up at you with that hint of lust and adoration that has you melting into him.

“stay”. he nibbles onto the lowest and softest part of your stomach, “stay and i’ll prepare your favorite”, your breath hitches, his nose has begun to press against the damp spot of your panties in a way that has your insides twitching.

“my friends are gonna be so mad, i can’t”.

“we can also watch mulan, or…” his fingers pull the fabric covering your lips to the side, tongue immediately flattening into you as his fingers open yourself for him. he grunts as he dives in, head getting lightheaded as he tastes you, the feeling of your cunt already throbbing and so wet for him making the strain inside his pants even tighter.

your fingers scratch against his scalp, more like a plea instead of an imposition to make him stop. you shouldn’t. he’s begun lapping at your clit. you really shouldn’t.

the next ‘samu’ you exhale feels more like encouragement than resistance.

“my friends are gonna hate me”.

he slurps your juices without a care, face pressing with such vehemence against you that you can’t hear for a second. he breaks apart just slightly, enough for you to see your arousal coating his chin and his eyes piercing through you.

“take them to the restaurant next time, my treat”. he gives you a second to think, but he knows your answer even before you think about it yourself. osamu ducks down once again and you exhale in defeat when two of his fingers begin rubbing into you with perfect rhythm.

maybe you can cancel after all…

[deceitfuldevil]

Kinktober 10/5

Pairing: Matt Murdock X reader

Prompt: breeding kink/cream pie

Warnings: mentions of breeding, cream pies, fingering (f! receiving), talks of getting pregnant, swearing, p in v sex, implicit unprotected sex, not proofread.

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“Well Ms. L/n, your IUD has been in for about five years now and we need to remove it. Would you like to replace it today?” Your OBGYN asked causally, leaving you to ponder in silence for a moment.

“Can I have a moment to think?” You asked, and your OBGYN said “Of course, I’ll give you some privacy.” and left the room, leaving you completely alone with your racing thoughts.

Matt always let you have complete control over you body and never gave his opinion unless you specifically asked him for it. Yet if you had remembered that todays appointment was when your IUD needed to be removed, you still would’ve asked Matt how he felt about you not replacing it.

Of course you knew Matt would be in support of not replacing the IUD, just with his catholic values and whatnot. But to you it also felt like it was time. I mean, you and Matt had been together for 3 years now, and engaged for six months. You were at a stable job and Matt was doing great at Nelson and Murdock, and crime in Hell’s Kitchen was at an all-time-low.

The more you thought of it, the idea of Matt getting you pregnant and having a mini-murdock running around the house made your heart swell and your heat clench around nothing. Just then, your OBGYN knocked on the door and you allowed her to come back inside.

“So, have you made a decision?” She asked.

“Yes, I don’t want to replace my IUD.” You said with confidence.

“Okay, then we’ll just remove your current one and send you on your way then.” She said with a smile, moving ahead with the removal procedure.

Later that day when you came back home, there was a different feeling in your heart. Excitement, but also a sense of nervousness because of how Matt would feel about this.

Matt was sitting down on the couch reading over some court documents, saying hello to you as soon as you entered the living room.

“Hey Matty.” You said with a smile, but there was a little twinge in your voice that immediately set Matt off, he knew there was something different about you.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” Matt cooed, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you close.

You took a deep breath, knowing there was no hiding anything from Matt. “I did something today without really consulting with you first.” You said in a small voice, hading your face in his broad chest.

“You never need to consult with me before doing something darling, but what was it?” Matt reassured you, taking your face in his hands and forcing to you look at him.

“I had an appointment with my OBGYN today, I got my IUD taken out…” you started off, waiting for a reaction for Matt. “and I didn’t get a replacement.” You finished off, looking at Matt ponder a reaction.

After a few moments, he finally said something. “So… there’s nothing stopping you from getting pregnant anymore?” Matt asked lowly, his response not giving away how he felt about this yet.

“No…” you said quietly, but when Matt’s pupils went wide and his tongue darted out from between his lips, you understood his reaction far from negative.

“Matty…” you asked tentatively, Matt looked like he was holding himself back from something.

“Yes doll?” He asked in a dee voice.

“Will you get me pregnant? Please?” You asked, snapping the last of Matt’s resolve in half. “I thought you’d never ask.” Matt said impatiently, immediately lunging towards you as his lips pressed against yours in a passionate, needy kiss.

You wasted no time wrapping your legs around Matt’s hips as you felt him grind his growing member against your clothed heat. As soon as your legs has latched around Matt’s hips he wrapped his arms underneath your back and picked you up, wasting no time carrying you to the bedroom.

As soon as Matt plopped you on the bed you started to strip yourself of your clothes, Matt doing the same until you lay bare before him and stared at his intimidating manhood. Matt leaned down for another searing kiss, his tongue fighting with yours until you ultimately surrendered and gave into his dominance. Matt moaned in response, trailing his lips down to your neck.

“I’m going to fuck you raw, stuff you so full of my cum, you’ll have to get pregnant.” Matt said roughly, biting down on the sweet spot of your neck before soothing it over with his tongue. His sinful words caused your slick to drip down onto the bed underneath you.

Matt ran his tip up and down your folds, teasing you only for a moment before pushing his throbbing member inside your wet cunt. He wasted no time before drawing back out and beginning to thrust in and out of you, the sound of skin slapping against each other quickly filling the room.

“Oh Matt, Matty it feels s-so good.” You stuttered out, basking in the feeling of his cock pumping in and out deep inside of you.

“You won’t be calling me Matt soon, soon it will be daddy. I’m gonna fill you to the brim with my cum and make sure you’re so pregnant that daddy is the only word you remember.” Matt said, falling off the edge much quicker than usual because of the thought of you walking around his place all pregnant off his spunk.

“Yes daddy.” You moaned, your pussy clenching around Matt’s cock causing his to groan loudly, such a beautiful sound.

“I want you to cum with me princess, are you ready?” Matt asked, his pace picking up as he began to near the finish line.

“Yes daddy, fill me up and breed me with your cum so I’m only yours forever.” You moaned out, high off the knowledge Matt could be getting you pregnant right now.

“I fucking love you so much, fuck.” Matt said as he leaned down to kiss you, allowing you to fall off the edge as you screaming his his mouth, muffling your moans.

Matt’s thrusts got sloppy as he felt you’re pulsating all around him, his sack cinching up as all of his release poured out inside of you. Stilling for a moment when he was as deep as he could possibly get inside of you, making sure to fill you as full as possible.

When Matt pulled out of you, there was an empty feeling. He could hear some of his release trickling out of you and brought two of his fingers down to the expanse of your pussy, not hesitating to slip them insides and make sure you were taking in as much of his cum as possible. Flexing his digits a few more times before taking them out licking them clean.

“You taste so sweet with my juices filling you up baby.” Matt said devilishly, leaning down to press a kiss to your lower abdomen. “Or should I say… mommy?”

Was it crazy to say you could already feel a second heartbeat?

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A/N

I find todays prompt ironic for me to be writing for so many reasons. One, I am very pro-choice and would definitely get an abørtion if I got pregnant at this time. Two, today is Yom Kippur so I’m fasting and supposed to be washing away my sins while asking for forgiveness. So after I did a ritual to rid myself of my sins from the past year I started writing smut <3.

(Also Yom Kippur is a Jewish holiday shortly after the new year ((Rosh Hashanah)) where you ask for forgiveness from your sins and a blessed new year.)

Thank you all for all the love and attention to my Kinktober so far, it’s making me very happy I decided to participate this year :)!!

Much Love,

—Skyler

[crybabyalexxx]

Nova

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky have a secret arrangement. Inspired by Billie Eilish’s ‘Billie Bossa Nova’

Warnings: NSFW 18+, submissive Bucky, dominant reader, BDSM involved

A/N: This was very fun to write as always. It is my first time writing anything for Bucky but this song just reminds me so much of him and I couldn’t help myself. Hope everyone enjoys it! I always get so nervous before posting a story.

Word Count: 2k

Here you were at another one of Tony’s parties. It’s not like you weren’t having any fun, it’s just that you’d rather be somewhere else. With someone else. It was rare when everyone got a moment for themselves so you all enjoyed it when everyone was together. Made you feel like a real family. But tonight, you only wanted to be with one person.

“Hey stranger, you’re quiet tonight. Everything alright?’ Natasha makes her way up to you, drink in hand. She always made sure you were treated well and felt comfortable. You were so thankful for her.

“Yeah, just a little tired.” Across the room from you was Bucky. James Buchanan Barnes. The Winter Soldier. You two came face to face a few times on missions, before and after you joined the team. He hates to admit it but you were a tough one to fight. You love to remind him how easily you can kick his ass. You loved it when you got him down on his knees.

Bucky couldn’t keep his eyes off of you all night. From the moment you walked into the room with that silk green dress. It was causal, yet he adored you. He was quieter than usual, but everyone blew it off as ‘Bucky being Bucky’, and he didn’t mind. He just needed you. Bucky knew you thought the same thing too, it was the way you were looking at him. Like you wanted him on his knees. He wanted to obey.

Nobody knew but you and Bucky would regularly meet. When everyone was asleep, you and the Winter Soldier would sneak off and hide behind closed doors. It all started one night after training, the way he was breathing against you. Your legs wrapped around him tightly. Then it happened again after a mission, him knocking on your door and you pulling him in. It’s hard to stop it once it starts. After a while, Bucky told you about him wanting to be submissive. It threw you off at first, you figured after being mind washed for all those years that he would want to be in control for once.

“Sometimes everything becomes too much and I just want someone to take a little control every once in a while.” Bucky lied with you on one of the many hotel beds you’ve been in together.

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me, James. I understand, I’ll do it. I was always good at getting you on your knees for me.”

“I think I’m gonna go ahead and get to bed. Behave for me will ya?” Natasha smirks and gives you a wink.

“You know me y/n, I like to have a little fun before bed.” You wink back at her and head out to the elevator, with a Bucky Barnes hot on your heels. You didn’t even have to look at him to make him come to you. It won’t be the only time tonight either.

“Fuck, I’m sorry Doll.” It had been a while since the two of you had been in the same room together. So when you both heard you had the weekend off, you couldn’t let that opportunity pass. He’d been worked up and you didn’t want to wait any longer. You loved it when he came without a warning, sometimes waiting can get so boring. You wiped the cum off your hands with your tongue. “Don’t apologize, James, I like how worked up you get.” Bucky chuckles and shakes his head in disbelief. “Only you do it how I like.”

You and Bucky don’t say anything on the way up to your room. You were lucky enough to have your rooms across from each other, nobody would know that he was secretly with you. It was like a routine, a dance between the two of you. Bucky undressed and waited for your command. You walk around him in circles, like he was prey. He wanted you to devour him already.

“On the bed.” He grew an erection immediately. Just by your three simple words. He did as he was told like a good soldier. He even held his hands above his head without having to be told. You straddle his waist as you tie him up. Bucky shuts his eyes tight, he knows he won’t last long with the way you look, fully dressed and slightly grazing him where he needed you most.

You smirk and grind your hips roughly, causing Bucky to throw his head back hard into the pillow. It was as if somebody knocked the wind out of him. His eyes shot open and he swore there was nothing more beautiful than the sight above him. You smiling down at him, your hair coming down loosely. He wasn’t going to last long. You could feel him squirming slightly underneath you. “Y/n, please.”

“Name?”

“Nova.” When you and Bucky weren’t back at the compound, you were in different hotels. Using different names at hotel check-ins. It was routine. Being together for the night, just to feel something. You wanted to be in control and Bucky was more than happy to be controlled by you. You hadn’t realized how much you enjoyed it, having him this way. He could easily take control if he wanted to. But you had him at your mercy, and you were an addict for him.

You were never the sentimental type, but there was something about the way he looked right now for you tonight. Tied up and an absolute mess. You wanted to keep him like this forever. “You make me wanna take a picture of you, James.” You were completely naked for him now. His erection trapped in between your folds, you raked your nails up and down his arms and chest. You made sure to take your time with his metal arm. Made sure he knew that all of him deserved to feel good tonight. “All tied up and wrecked because of me.” Bucky rolled his hips forward to get some sort of friction from you. You held his hips down and tsked. “Be a good soldier now Barnes.” You could make a movie with him that you both would have to hide.

Bucky grunted and threw his head back in frustration. “The things you do to me, Doll.”

You kiss your way up to his neck, “Don’t get sentimental on me James.”

You’d been ignoring bucky all day. It was one of those days where everyone just kind of kept to themselves. You read a few books and paid no mind to Bucky when he walked in the room. You didn’t even look at him when you two were alone in the library. You could feel his eyes on you every second. You could feel how squirmy he was because of it. Even when he caught up with you on the elevator, you simply pulled out your phone and acted like it was the most interesting thing to you. It pained Bucky to not be able to reach out to you. It was torture not having you all over him, your hands pulling at his hair, grabbing his waist, and dragging him to your room. He almost went back to his room, but before he reached the doorknob he looked back at you one last time. He was surprised to see you staring back at him, then you entered your room without closing the door behind you. He took that as an invitation.

Once he closes the door behind him he grabs you and pins you against the door. “Look at me when we’re alone, please.” You knew it wouldn’t take much to get him going. You knew it was torture though. He kissed you like you could one day slip away. “I know, I know.”

You were glad that these walls were soundproof. The noises he was pulling out of you, the sounds he made in your ear. It was like a song you never got tired of hearing. The way he stretched you out, yet fit inside you so perfectly. This was all you needed. He was all you needed. If anybody saw you two this way, you don’t know what they would think. The Winter Soldier begging to come. Moaning out your name. You squeeze around him at the thought. “Fuck! If you keep doing that I’m not gonna last much longer.” You lean in closer to him and squeeze around him once more. “Promise?”

Bucky couldn’t get enough of you, he left hickeys anywhere his mouth could reach. “You leave a strong impression don’t you Barnes?” It might be more of an obsession.

“Anyone see you?” He layed you down softly on the bed.

“No, you?” There was a slight knot in your stomach. You didn’t understand it.

“No.” Bucky continued his assault on your breast.

They won’t see me in your arms, you thought.

You’re not sentimental but there’s something about the way he looks tonight. Desperate, aching, and all yours. You could feel bucky tense up beneath you so you decided to drag this out a little longer. You rocked your hips back and forth slowly. Taking his cock in and out of you torturously slow. “Please Doll.” You’ll never get tired of hearing him beg.

“Who do you belong to?” You started to slam into him and Bucky saw stars.

“I won’t repeat myself, James.” You squeezed his throat gently.

“You! I belong to you y/n! Fuck.” You were going to be the death of him.

“Good Soldier.”

Sometimes you thought about being with Bucky. What it would be like to not have to sneak around and just be with each other. You wondered if Bucky thought the same. You wanted everyone to know the people you two became when you’re alone together. Even make them jealous for a change.

‘What are you thinking about?” You layed in Bucky’s arms, not having the energy to go back to your room yet. If you were being honest with yourself, you enjoyed the feeling of being in Bucky’s arms. The coolness of his metal arm with the warmth of his body. You stayed silent for a while. Debating whether or not to tell him the truth.

“That I’m the only one who does it how you like.”

You climb off of him and ride his thigh instead. Bucky whimpers and stares at you. He could feel how wet you are. You lean down and leave hickeys on his hips roughly. Once you are satisfied you climb completely off him and leave him hard and bare. He takes in a deep breath and pulls against his restraints. It was torture, but you both loved it. Bucky shuts his eyes again. ‘Please.” It won’t take much to get him going. “I know, I know.”

You walk around to the foot of the bed, fully naked. You saw your masterpiece. He was a work of art to you. The way his chest rose, the redness in his cheeks. The trail of your lips splattered all across his body. You were obsessed.

Bucky can hear your soft footsteps. He doesn’t dare look, he knows he won’t last long if he does.

“Look at me a little more James.” It took everything in him not to come the moment he saw you. He could see the wetness dripping from your cunt. The small hickeys covering your body, the ones he left. You were worth waiting for. He was obsessed.

His heavy breathing could have you on the floor. You watched him look your body up and down like it was a piece of art. You didn’t have to say anything, Bucky knew what you wanted. He wanted it too.

“I’m yours.”

You weren’t sentimental, but tonight there was something about him.

“I’m yours.”

[nightwingsfantasies]

ugggh so I am a dirty little slut for sal fisher and I had a thought about it sooooo,,,,

Sal Fisher x GN (masc body) headcanons of what he's like with you

this is gonna be very heavily influenced by the fact I am sleepy and really wanna write this rn!

Warnings: Non-canon-compliant (Sal lives, Larry lives, Todd doesn't go crazy, no murder), some NSFW stuff, switch-bottom leaning Sal, Service Top Sal

Highschool

When he first meets you he's, hands down, the most flustered he's ever been before

Like, he's really into you

He just sees you in the hall and immediately blushes

he goes around his days as usual and stuff still but now he's eyeing you whenever you come into view

it's cute, he looks like a little kitten peering at you from around the corner because he’s too shy to say something

Larry makes little jokes about it and always tells him to talk to you

"wow, what a stalker" is his usual line when he finds Sal looking at you from somewhere

he musters up the courage to talk to you in his junior year when you wear a Sanity's Fall's shirt to class one day

from then on you two talk together whenever you have class and stuff

your parents move into the apartments in your senior year because of a demotion and you and Sal start hanging out outside of school

He finally asks you out on the last day of senior year

You and the gang go out to the football field the night after graduation

after they clean up all of the equipment for the stage

You guys end up smoking a blunt because Larry brought some of his stash and, hey, what's the harm?

You and Sal end up laying in the middle of the field while Larry chases Ash and Todd around on the bleachers

They're laughing and howling at the moon so you two just listen

Sal takes his mask off cause he feels more comfortable laying with it off

He takes out his pigtails and you comb through his hair for a bit

You look him in the eyes and just stop brushing your fingers through his hair long enough for him to look up at you

your eyes both meet and you two just stare

You see the stars in his eyes

Sal just thinks "You're the prettiest person I've ever seen"

"what?" "uhhhh....nothing"

"It's okay Sal!" You giggle at him and he giggles too

you both start giggling at each other and you two hug each other

still, just facing each other, heads tucked into shoulders, chests pressed so tightly together, legs intertwined

It's calm

He feels safe

So safe and warm

It's wonderful

So he sighs and says" I think I'm in love with you"

And it's an accident

He doesn't regret it, not processing it until you say "I'm in love with you too silly"

And you stay like that

no panic or guilt

just tucked away into each other

The gang goes to 7/11 that night-morning really it is 3 am-and get slushies

all of them are teasing you guys as you hold hands on the way there

it's cute

He's cute

You're cute

You both feel warm in the jackets you switch from each other

it's cute

"God the stalker finally got the victim in their clasps, another tragically happy ending" "Shut it Larry Face"

College

You both end up staying in different places after high school

You take a year off college and stay with your parents at Addison Apartments and Sal moves into the gang's house

It's nice, you see each other regularly for dates and ghost hunts

it's blissful

Then Sal starts having his nightmares again and you come over regularly for sleepovers

it's months into this routine of going home, getting new clothes from the apartments, go out with Sal, come and sleep at his place to help with nightmares, repeat that Larry has the most brilliant idea

"Why don't you just move in with Sal? You practically live with him anyway."

This is in front of you two, you're both at the gang's house and drinking some morning coffee

Sal not really jokes and agrees

And then you genuinely agree

It's a big moment for you two

Sal wanted you to move in right away but was scared his nightmares would affect you or you two wouldn't end up working out

So you two complied and stayed where you were

But this is gonna be an actual conversation where he is up for it and knows you two are stable

So you talk about it

You two agree

And you end up moving in that day

it's not that hard since most of your clothes are over there already

It's basically just moving your bed, knick-knacks, and bookshelf in so that's just the big things since you have a queen

It's bliss from there

you both settle into a nice routine and after you start college Sal decides to focus on his music for rn and take a break

You get a job and the dynamic is just... so pure

you guys are finally, finally, okay and the best thing is that you're together

He's still adorable and you're still sweet

You guys end up getting your own apartment outside of Nockfell and Addison Apartments

The gang stays around

Larry ends up moving in with you two for a little bit until he can afford his own place

Sal gets a lot more gigs out there in the city than he would have gotten in Nockfell and you get a job at a little club

Sal ends up playing there often because of you

NSFW headcanons

Okay so Sal is a hopeless romantic

before he moved to Nockfell he never really had anybody else who was interested in him

so he was super hopeless in planning your first time together

once you had slept over with each other a couple of times he makes this grand layout and waits for you to walk in to see him spred on the bed, clad in some cute underwear and nothing else

turns out though you were sick and sent Larry to tell Sal you couldn’t come over cause your phone was dead and you didn’t wanna get him sick

So Larry ends up walking in on a naked Sal and scarying the everloving crap out of him

He makes fun of y'all after that about it

So your first time is honestly uneventful after that whole fiasco

Deciding to just causally hook up at his place instead

Sal is a switch but he leans for bottoming

he can top, he's really good at being a service top

He’s not insecure about himself, he’s pretty big for his height *cough* (9.7) *cough*

but he prefers being spoiled and called pretty

loves being called feminine nicknames like "pretty baby" even if he is topping

stuff that's gender-neutral but is more feminine in origin

He likes it when you do it doggy-style if you're topping just cause if you press him into the mattress he can feel you better inside of him

Whines so much when you go faster

really likes getting fucked stupid, he wants his throat to be sore and his ass to be bed-ridden

Loves topping you when you're in his lap straddling him

He really likes to make you do work for a while, guides you and everything until you're breaking

when you eventually end up asking for him to "just fuck me already Sal...please?" He wants tears down your face, crying and desperate for him or else it’s not gonna happen

He ends up fucking into you like a monster from there if you are

loves when you lay on your back and he's on his knees sitting and thrusting into you, pulling you onto his lap

very vocal either way but he laughs and giggles more with you, his moans are less fucked out and more "oh god, yes!" in nature

His sex drive is really high, he could go for hours

If you end up getting tired when he's bottoming he's gonna bounce on your pretty cock and ride you so pathetically

It's so pathetically adorable

but if he's topping and you get tired he usually asks you if he can fuck you to sleep

You end up agreeing only if he cleans you up after

He doesn't have any severe kinks or whatnot

He's really into being breed though

Tie him up too while you do it

he likes gags as well

when you breed him he'll end up feeling bad after you finish and he can't feel it anymore once it's out

So you end up giving him a buttplug after to compromise

Sometimes if he's being a brat you'll tie him up, gag him, and leave him with a vibrator over stimming him

You'll leave him in the room and come back to a crying Sal, salivating and so fucked out without having even cum once

If you're ever being the brat he does the exact opposite

He'll tie you up but make it so you can't close your mouth

You have to be quiet though, he doesn’t want to hear anything louder than breathing and your pathetic whimpers

you're over stimmed to hell and orgasm so much it's difficult to keep awake

but do not fall asleep cause if you don't get through it to the end it won't end (Consensually of course)

He and Larry definitely hooked up once or twice before meeting you so I think he'd ask you to let him in on it

It becomes a regular occurrence until Larry moves out

But when you do have a threesome and he is feeling dominant get ready to not move for the next three weeks

It's nice though and doesn't end up changing the relationship between you three

That's it, I gotta stop before I cream myself into dirtier shit cause I am his slut. I have Sal Fisher brain rot syndrome so I'll definitely make another one eventually. Request some stuff and I'll be happy to write!

Continuation for Threesome hcs here by request

-Laika

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universe | myg drabble

❥𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔; you're his whole universe, you just don't know it yet – or him

❥𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: stalker au

❥𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: explicit language, stalking (obviously), yoongi is kinda creep, masturbating (he uses her panties)

❥𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 5.3k+

𝒂/𝒏: commissioned by the absolute sweetheart @minyoongail​, thank you bub for being so patient with me (it took me like 2 months I think ?? to write this) I really hope you and everyone else enjoy this story!

𝒎.𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | © 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐 (𝒏𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅)

It was a mere coincidence, something he had never expected to happen or notice during his daylife. But even that word doesn't sound right, not to his ears. If you look up the word itself it says – coincidence is a remarkable concurrence of events or circumstances without apparent causal connection. This must've been something else, not some stupid coindidence and he calls it differently.

He believes it's all the universe's doing and it happened when he needed it the most. The clueless young man with an empty heart, who was just striding through the busy street in Daegu, just when the universe had decided to give him a sign – another chance maybe, as he likes to think – and he couldn't be more intrigued. There's a whole universe inside his mind and he's not ashamed of it.

The first time he saw you, he remembers how you caught his attention immediately despite you blending with the crowd. But there was something different, maybe it was the way you smiled at whoever you were calling with that time. He remembers vividly the grin that had stretched on your beautiful red lips, before you had to end the call because you went to the little coffee shop. On your way out, with a plastic cup of coffee in your hand, it's unfortunate how you hadn't noticed the guy going inside which slowly led to you bumping into him. It wasn't a disaster, no coffee was spilled and except the guy's frown and something he mumbled under his breath, nothing too bad happened. But then he had seen the little frown on your lips and the way your shoulder slumped, running your day. He couldn't take his eyes off you. And he wished to cross the road to fight that egoistic man, who made sure to give you one last glare before he scurried inside the coffee shop.

And that's how his days slowly went by. At the same hour, you'd always visit that coffee shop with the same order every time, apart of that time when you bought a croissant that one time. You weren't there at the weekends, which meant you weren't working and the small coffee shop was on your way to work. It had become your routine, as much as his, watching you across the street hidden by one of the trees. Not even once your eyes drifted his direction. It made it very easy to watch you from Monday to Friday, you being not aware of the attention you got from the man across the street.

But he got bored after two weeks of seeing the same thing, even though you had always been different each day. The same soft and sweet smile that melted his heart was worth waking up earlier to watch you. But he had become eager, curious about you and your life. That's why he had decided to follow you – across the street from the safe distance, so you wouldn't notice him – until you made your way into the building with a few stairs up to it. He didn't recognize the old building at first, that's why he pulled out his phone and through the maps, he found out there's an art studio. There's no way he could've gone inside without anyone questioning his presence there, nor he could've known if you're really there.

He had wished he knew your name, so he could've finally put a name to your beautiful face and features that couldn't seem to get out of his head.

The week after, he had found out – because of course, he was curious and eager to take another step, so he had followed you – that you live just around the corner in one of the apartment buildings. Unfortunately for him, the security system even in those old buildings is hard to get through, impossible even. And he wouldn't have done that, followed you inside. No, he's not crazy. What would he do if he got inside the building? That didn't make any sense.

He had to plan everything – so for the time being – he stepped away and walked away, your building slowly fading away.

But it's okay, he'll soon see you again. That's what he told himself, a tiny smirk making it onto his lips that were hidden behind the mask.

Universe has a funny way to mess around with people. Or it could be pure luck on Yoongi's side, but whatever it is in reality, it makes him beam in mischief. Who could've known that one time he doesn't avoid his only friend, the cards would play in favor for him. Surely, there had been a bit of grumbling which Jung Hoseok – his friend ever since they were kids – just couldn't accept and dragged Yoongi's ass in the nearest club. It's been awhile since he went among people, he's not the type to search for society and encounters with them. He's a lonely wolf, as you could say.

“See, you look cheered up!” his friend cuts off Yoongi's trail of thoughts, his eyes already set on something much more interesting, than his friend's loud voice that tries to be heard through the loud music. “Think of the pussy you can get tonight!”

In other times, Yoongi would've just shrugged and went along with his friend's words because yes, meaningless one night stands have become a part of Yoongi's antisocial life. He's still a man after all, he has his own needs and even though he doesn't search for people's touch, sex usually involves that.

His friend is completely clueless, thinking Yoongi is cheerful because there's a chance he'll get laid tonight with no strings attached, just like Yoongi prefers. He's not the type to date, to love someone and that's why Hoseok's plan of getting Yoongi out of his small apartment to live a little, goes well.

Little does he know that Yoongi could care less about his friend's secret plan or whatever his true intentions are. Because there's you standing just a few meters away from him, completely clueless to Yoongi's existation but he's not mad at you. And he has the urge to laugh at the situation because after all, the universe must be real. It brought you up to him without him even trying, even though he had been wondering what you're doing on your Saturday night.

At first, he didn't know if it's you but then you turned around and laughed at something, probably what one of your friends said and he could see that beautiful smile which unfortunately, couldn't hear because of the music. Ever since then, he's been stealing a few glances at you, failing miserably in hiding his happiness at the sight of you. And when you suddenly grab the attention of one of your friends that's standing next to you, you excuse yourself and make your way through the crowd.

Without explaining himself, he knows what to do and his legs move on their own as he leaves his friend shouting his name in complete confusion, but Yoongi doesn't turn around. His eyes are solely set upon you and the thought that he can't get you out of his sight. Now it's his chance.

He watches you going inside the ladies' restroom, stopping just around the corner not to look creepy. He's not. He's not a creep, he would never enter ladies' restroom because then what? How would he explain what he's doing there? There's a pinch of annoyance at your friends and how they let you go all alone. Don't they know it's dangerous for you to go alone? Especially in the clubs full of horny men. And the little black dress that you're wearing isn't helping at all. You're showing too much skin, you're drawing too much attention at yourself and he doesn't like that. He wants you all to himself.

But despite him criticizing your friends and their complete ignorance of your safety, it's better this way. He's here, he wouldn't let anything happen to you and it all makes it better to go with his plan. Now is his chance to have your eyes on him, to finally meet you.

When the restroom's door are being pushed open, his breath gets caught in his throat as he notices you delicately brushing your hands against the black fabric, trying to flatten the creases that are invisible to his eyes. Now is his chance. He uses your lack of attention, eyes focused downwards and makes his way towards you. This has to work. From what he could've seen during a few weeks of watching you, you managed to stumble and bump into a few people on your way to work. It always looked like you're rushing, probably stressed from whatever was waiting for you in that old creepy building that you work at. No matter how many times has that happened, you've always apologized and looked extremely sorry. And now, he's going to use that to his advantage. Well, his plan had been different and he wanted to do this in your favorite coffee shop, that you're visiting every morning during the week. But now that he has you so close to him, he can't wait any longer.

It happens quickly. Your lack of attention is a huge help, and Yoongi is prepared for the impact of your body colliding against his, which can't be hardly told about you. A soft gasp leaves your lips, but the impact isn't strong like Yoongi hoped it would be. Your shoulders bump into each other, but it's nothing painful and mindless 'sorry' leaves your mouth. Yoongi's plan is crashing down like a house of cards, watching you not even glancing at him as you make your way through the crowd again. His features automatically twist into a huge scowl, not appreciating your ignorance.

He's been watching over you this whole time, and this is how you repay him? Ignoring him and barely seeing the person you bump into? Okay, he had his own share with that but still – he expected something different to happen and it's causing his blood to boil. You're nowhere in sight, completely blending with people dancing on the floor. He can't feel his jaw hurting from how hard he's clenching it. Oh, how he wishes he could punish you. He'd have you on your knees begging him for forgiveness before you could utter a single word.

You're playing with him. You're lucky enough he likes the chase and games, even though he's not a patient person.

As he's getting back to Hoseok, his sharp eyes notice his friend is not alone and has a company right next to him. Getting nearer, the two guys exchange a friendly hug as the guy Yoongi doesn't know grins at Hoseok.

“Taehyung–ah!” Hoseok yells after the guy that turns around with a boxy grin, not noticing Yoongi's stare in the back. “Don't forget to text me!” Hoseok laughs, seeing the guy nod as he gives him a thumbs up before he walks away.

Yoongi's eyes don't leave Taehyung's figure, wondering who he is since he has never seen him before. He shouldn't be so surprised, Hoseok has many friends. Sometimes, he's wondering why Hoseok is still hanging out with himi, when he's the least social person out of all Hoseok's friends.

Once again, the universe proves to be on Yoongi's side and he can't help but grin, as he watches Hoseok's friend nearing the group of people, among them is you. Although, he really wants to punch the guy's face for touching the small of your back, especially when you smile at him and take the drink from his hands. The drink he failed to notice before.

What was the guy's name? Taehyung.

Surprise, surprise. The chase has only begun and he's already winning.

“Yah! Where did you go?” Hoseok's loud voice cuts him off, frowning at his friend that slowly looks at him.

Grinning, he licks his lips before he takes a shot of Hoseok's vodka. “Bathroom.” he says simply, smirking as he looks back at you.

For now, he'll leave you alone but still makes sure to glance at you every now and then. Making sure you're safe, of course.

And when Yoongi is finally in his small apartment, laying in his bed with phone clutched in his grasp, he has only one intention. Finding you isn't hard, Hoseok's facebook friends are public so it makes it easy to find your friend guy Taehyung. Unfortunately, his friends are private so it leaves him with another option. He browses every available photo of him, checking everyone who liked his photos while opening every profile. The guy's photos are somehow artistic, he's not a complete loser as Yoongi thought. Whenever he sees Taehyung's face on the screen of his phone, all he can think about is his hand on your back. Taking a deep breath, he continues in browsing through Taehyung's liked pictures until he gets what he wanted all along.

You.

And your name.

The sweet melody of pop music resounds through the walls of your modesty apartment, but even the littlest space in it doesn't hold you back from swaying your hips. Humming the tune, you put the last plate back to the kitchen cabinet as a soft knock meets the wood of your front door. You almost flinch back, wondering who the hell is knocking on your door in the evening when you're not expecting anyone. Turning off the music with your phone, you make your way towards the front door to see who's standing behind it.

When you open it, you don't expect to see a complete stranger who gives you a nervous grin as soon as your eyes meet. One thing you know, you've never seen him before and you wonder if he by any mistake mistook your door with someone else's. He's wearing all black, looking tough on the outside but his face is the exact opposite. He looks quite comfortable wearing a large hoodie and black sweatpants, and it's funny how your outfits almost match. Although, your one isn't matched and doesn't look half as good as his does. You're wearing one of the ugliest sweatpants you own because unfortunately, your washing machine broke down last week and the repairman is able to repair it in a few days. For now, you're stuck with unwashed clothes that could use a good washing but there's nothing you can do. You'll wait, you've enough clothes to wear – at least you hope.

“Hey,” he says, completely cutting you off from your little crisis of your broken washing machine. His voice is deep, yet holds a soft tone that makes him sound friendly and causes you to automatically smile.

“Hey,” you say back, repeating his words as you hug yourself with your arms. There's a curiosity in your eyes, the one he notices immediately and opens his mouth.

“Oh, I'm sorry you're probably wondering what am I doing here,” he chuckles, shaking his head at his absurdity that makes you grin in amusement. “I'm your new neighbor, I just moved in today… I was wondering if you have tomato sauce to borrow?”

Only now you notice the white slippers that he's wearing, confirming his words that in fact, he really is your new neighbor. The building is big enough for you not to know every single neighbor, but something tells you you won't forget this one.

His sharp eyes are so captivating, staring right into your soul as you can't help but gawk at your new neighbor. The little twitch of his lips shake you out of your short daze, blush spreading across your cheeks as you rub your forearms.

“Yeah, sure. Let me check it out,” you manage to say, tone light and friendly, trying to hide the fact that you seemed to be particularly interested in your neighbor. He looks young, probably your age – not that this is important. He's just a neighbor, right? “Uhh, come in.” you tell him, feeling like a douche if you'd just leave him in the hallway.

He opens his mouth slightly, but smiles at you when you open the door to give him enough space to come in. You let him close it, which he does gently as if he was scared to break them. It makes you grin, a grin that's hidden as soon as you turn around and tell him to follow you. Your apartment isn't big and the walk to your kitchen doesn't take long (literally five seconds) and you're not aware of your neighbor's curious eyes, and particular curiosity about the three pieces of art that are covered with sheer fabric, leaned against the wall.

“Are you an artist?” Your neighbor asks, voice thick with curiosity which causes you to turn around and follow his line of vision.

“Ah,” you gasp out, “No. Do I look like an artist?” you grin, causing him to do the same as his eyes dance with amusement.

“I don't know,” he muses, pursing his lips. “But you're probably interested in art.” he says, head nodding towards the art that's been sitting there for a few days now.

It's not like you regret letting him in, but you should've considered the fact that your place is a mess. You just hope he's not judging you, or thinks you're an alcoholic as you remember there's a wine bottle on your coffee table. You were about to drink it after you were done with cleaning the dishes. It was a long day…

To occupy your ridiculous worries (because he probably doesn't care what your place looks like), you do what he came here for and that is, to find a tomato sauce which you're not sure if you even have.

“You could say so,” you hum, rummaging through the pasta and different kinds of cans. “My friend is an artist, I'm just helping him to sell some of his paintings.”

He hums in response, his frown hidden from you as you're turned with your back to him.

“Are those for sale?” he asks, surprised when you turn around abruptly as sudden shine overtakes your features.

“Yes,” you answer, “Are you interested?”

“Hmm, maybe,” he hums, “Mind if I take a look?” he asks, your head already nodding.

“Of course, go ahead,” you tell him, seeing him walk towards the art while you stand on your tiptoes and pull out one of the cans. “Got it.” you mumble to yourself, surprised that yes, you've a tomato sauce which you never really use.

You walk to your neighbor, his brows pinched together as he stares at a piece of art. “This one's my favorite.” you comment, holding the can in your hands as he glances at you.

“It's pretty,” he replies, cocking his head to the side as he admires the art that portrays a galaxy. It's beautiful, the purple and turquoise splashes that look like stars create a perfect detail. “How much is it?”

“You--are you--I need to talk to my friend but I'm sure we could work something out.” you grin, not hiding your enthusiasm which your neighbor finds cute as he grins at you. He shows you a gummy smile that makes you just stare at him in complete awe, before you cough.

“Thanks, it'd be nice to have something that'll make the place more cozy. It looks like a complete disaster right now.” he jokes, causing you to giggle as you nod. You feel him.

“Sure,” you smile, staring at him for a moment as realization hits your face. “Oh, here. Found it.” you outstretch your arm to give him the tomato sauce he came here for.

It seems like realization hits his face as well, his mouth leaving a soft 'oh' as he takes it with a grateful smile. “Thank you, you're a lifesaver.”

You laugh at that, finding him cute how he said it. “It's just tomato sauce. What are you cooking?”

“Spaghetti,” he answers, “Well, thanks for this. I appreciate it.” he says as you both start walking towards the front door.

He opens the door, one hand clutching the doorknob while the other holds the can, before he turns to you. “I'm living just down the hall, number 017.” he informs you, your brows furrowing in confusion, wondering why he's telling you that.

Even though you make a mental note to remember this information. What? It's good to know.

“For the art?” he reminds you, cocking a brow at you. “You can just knock anytime, when you'll know the price.” he smiles, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“Oh, yeah, of course.” you nod, “I'll let you know.”

He smiles, thanking you for the tomato sauce (even assuring you that he'll buy you a new one tomorrow but you quickly decline that, telling him you aren't using it) as he steps out of your apartment and starts to back away, still facing you as you're grinning.

“I'm Y/N,” you call out to him, mentally slapping yourself for sounding so desperate. Your nerves ease up as he gives you a smile, the shitty lightening in the hallway shining against his black hair. “What's your name, new neighbor?”

He chuckles at your nickname, his tongue licking his bottom lip as your heart bursts with sparkles. How can someone be so cute, hot and handsome? You're completely swept away by him.

And you feel like a little kid, ears perked up and eyes wide as you almost stand on your tiptoes, trying to hear his answer. However, you don't realize it because you're too focused on him.

“Yoongi, my name's Yoongi.”

He can't believe it.

He can't believe how easy it was to get closer to you. Getting an apartment, rented apartment, was even easier and the fact you both live on the same floor, had to be another sign from the universe.

It just had to be. Right?

Yoongi is in the middle of cutting an onion when he hears a soft knock echoing around the walls of his quiet apartment. He'd usually put some music on, but his mind seems to be elsewhere. He's not interested in music like he used to be, all he can think about is you.

Wiping his hands with a dishcloth, he stumbles over some boxes that have been laying there for three days (ever since he moved in) before he gets to the front door. Just as he's gripping the doorknob, there's another knock resounding but it's louder this time. He snatches the door open, meeting you jumping in surprise as your eyes widen.

Oh, sweet love. You look so cute.

Even though you're wearing the same pair of sweatpants he saw you while borrowing a tomato sauce from you. A tomato sauce he never really needed, he just wanted an excuse to see you and funnily enough, tomato sauce was the first thing that crossed his mind.

Nothing matters because you're absolutely breathtaking.

“Hi,” you breathe out, chuckling trying to mask that soft pink shade your cheeks seem to have. “I'm sorry for interrupting you.” you add.

“Not at all,” he disagrees, slightly shaking his head. “How can I help you?” he smiles, heart wavering because he can't believe you just knocked on his door.

And this time he didn't have to come to you. You came to him.

“Well, I was just wondering if you're still interested in one of those paintings. I talked to my friend and he said he'll give you a little discount since you're my neighbor,”

Bullshit, your friend is probably glad someone wants to buy his painting. It's a typical move from you, to get him to buy it just because you said the discount word. But he can't blame you, well it's you. That's enough for him not to let common sense take a place in his mind. Plus, those paintings are like a barrier in your own little home.

“I mean… you totally don't have to buy it if you're not interested anymore.” you add, causing the corner of his mouth twitch. He's holding back a smile as he shakes his head.

“No, I'm totally interested,” In you, not in the painting. “You wanna come in?”

The sudden invite surprises you, but you don't hesitate as you nod before he opens the door further for you to come in.

“Thank you.” you tell him softly, looking around curiously as you see the mess in there.

There are a bunch of boxes, still unpacked and filling up the whole place but you can relate. Your place used to be such a mess too when you first moved in.

“Sorry about the mess, I still haven't unpacked most of my stuff,” he says, trailing behind you as you notice a small beige couch with a bunch of clothes draped all over it. “I need to wash my clothes.” he grins, the shade of red coating his cute pale cheeks as you give him a smile.

“Don't worry about it, my bedroom looks just the same. My washing machine broke down a few days ago and the repairman can't come to fix it this week, so I'm stuck wearing the same old, dirty and probably smelly clothes.”

That would explain you wearing the same dirty sweatpants, he thinks but that doesn't say out loud because like he said, you're beautiful no matter what.

“You don't smell,” he blurts out, causing you to raise your brows in surprise but an appreciative smile tugs onto your lips.

“That's good to know.” you chuckle, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

Wait, are you becoming shy?

“But I could help, if you want...” he adds, interest lacing over your features as you look at him curiously. “With your clothes. I could wash them for you.”

“Oh, no. I've loads of it and I don't want to be a burden, I'm sure you've a lot of work with your own stuff.” you reject, waving your hand as if it's not a big deal but the clothes that are tossed around your whole bedroom are driving you crazy.

Still, your insides shiver with his kindness.

“You're no burden, I swear. At least I would repay you for that tomato sauce. Let me do this for you, my washing machine works just fine. You could go grab your stuff and bring it here, I'll wash it for you right now and meanwhile, we could talk about that painting.”

Shit, he's so good at persuading.

He sees the guilt and uncertainty on your face, but the way you're biting your lower lip he knows you're thinking of it. He's patient with you, offering you one of his soft smiles that you caught onto right away and he knows he's got you.

“Are you sure?” you ask unsurely, nibbling on your bottom lip some more which fuck, drives him insane.

He wishes he could bite into it, feeling your soft and plump lips that are bare with no lipstick on it, but god, are they beautiful. The most beautiful lips he has ever seen.

“Hundred percent.” he says, giving you another smile which this time, you mimic before a set of sentences of gratitude leaves out of your mouth.

“Thank you, Yoongi. You saved my life.” Oh God, how amazing his name sounds rolling out of your tongue.

He could listen to you saying it every day. Oh, how he wishes to hear you saying other stuff too, but no… he has to be patient.

“Don't mention it,” he smiles, “Thank you for the painting. I'll make sure to hang it up somewhere nice where everyone can see it.”

Bullshit. He never invites anyone to his home.

“You do that, maybe I'll stop by to admire it.” Did you just invite yourself? Oh my god, he can feel his heart jumping out of his chest.

“Feel free to do that anytime.” he smirks, giving you a nice view of his wink that he swears makes you gulp as you clutch your laundry basket with fresh and clean clothes in it.

You bid goodbye to him, in the form of a sweet smile and quick but nice wave of your free hand, before he painfully does the same and closes his front door. Three hours of constant talking was not enough for him. He wishes he could talk to you some more, to get to know you even more. Although, he did learn some new things about you. Things he couldn't find on the internet, or by simply watching you from the distance. For example, your parents live far away and you're their only child. They weren't too happy about you moving to a big city but they're supportive nevertheless. You don't share your daily struggles with them, like the problem with your washing machine for example, because according to your words, they would be too worried and think you can't handle and take care of yourself.

Well, one thing is sure. They don't have to worry about that too much. You've got him. He'll take care of you and help you with anything you'll need. For now, he's just your neighbor but as he pulls out his phone and sees a friend request from you, Yoongi knows he's winning.

Pulling out peach colored panties out of his pocket, the same ones he sneakily hid inside of his pants before you could notice. Plopping onto the couch, on the same spot you were sitting on just a few minutes ago, he swears he can still feel your warmth and scent lingering on the cheap furniture. He unzips his pants, already pulling out his hardening cock as he takes a sniff of your used panties. They're cotton, not special and too sexy but he rolls his eyes back at the scent of you. Fuck, you smell so amazing. He wishes he could taste you on his tongue, pleasure you until you're screaming his name and cumming thanks to him repeatedly. He has never gotten this hard so quick, his erected length is gripped by his veiny and big hand as he's already pumping himself. Imagining how you'd sound if he pounds into you, making sure every one of neighbors hears your moan, so they know you're his. He puts the piece of fabric inside of his mouth, the exact spot where your pussy was rubbing the whole day, wetting it with his saliva as he sucks the fabric. He's close, so close but it's not enough. Wrapping his cock around your panties, his saliva mixed with your juices dried on it, he starts thrusting into his hand. Body hot and breath raged, he feels his muscles tense as your name falls out of his mouth every few seconds. Soon enough, he's cumming inside your panties, his seed leaking through the fabric and staining his hand but he doesn't care.

It was worth it.

“When did you fall in love with me?”

Your soft voice carries through the bedroom, your legs laced with Yoongi's as he keeps caressing your exposed back. He can feel your perked nipples brushing against the side of his chest, his cum mixed with your own staining the sheets but none of you truly care.

“When I first saw you.” he answers, kissing you into your hair as you giggle, finding his answer tactical and funny.

“Oh, come on,” you scoff with a laugh, the beautiful melody of it causing him to smile. “We didn't even know each other that well.” you argue, trailing some patterns onto his chest.

“It doesn't matter, I loved you way before that.” he says and you just giggle, trailing a heart on his naked skin.

You don't pressure him into answering differently, even though you know he's just bluffing because you don't believe in love at first sight. You've to know that person before you can love them with all their flaws and everything that comes with it.

“I love you.” you tell him quietly, kissing his chest while you can feel and hear his heartbeat that mimics yours.

“I love you too,” he says immediately, “You've no idea.”

You really don't.

[liitlesunshiine]

High on the clock

Quirkless AU - Toya Todoroki

Warnings: cursing, drug use, anxiety, panic attack mention, suggestive themes, slight sexual themes 

A fun light hearted fic. Definitely enjoyed writing this piece so I hope you guys enjoy reading it. ^.^ It’s flirty n cute n Toya is a total bae. <3 

You and Toya are coworkers who try making the most out of your shitty job. 

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“Goddd this place fuckin blows.” You groaned in frustration sitting across Toya. 

“As if I didn’t know that already,” he sleeplishly replied. 

You never intended on working in this shit show of a store for as long as you have but yet, here you were two wasted years later. You had high hopes after graduation but it seems no job wants to hire someone with no experience and you can’t get any experience since you can’t get an actual job that’ll provide it. So it’s forced you in this sort of awkward limbo and vicious cycle of going back and forth. You’ve been stuck wearing this shitty bright uniform with a barely livable wage and terrible hours. Miserable every second of the day, with the constant guilt eating at you for being so complacent. 

Of course there were a few exceptions.

Of course… Like the highly attractive coworker you spent most of your time here with. Days spent with Toya were significantly better than the days spent without Toya. In fact, if it weren’t for him, you’d probably wouldn’t have lasted as long as you had here. Because man, when days were good they were ok, but when the days were bad, they were really fucking bad.  Some in which you were ready to burn down everyone and everything yet the sweet, hot, god-like Toya would make you melt with his cute quirky smile and meet your eyes with his own that you would absolutely drown in and next thing you know, you had completely forgotten about what you were upset over. Now, it’s just a bonus that he meets your sarcasm with his own, the both of you have always had this flirty like atmosphere that neither of you are willing to acknowledge but low key kinda know there’s an underlying sexual tension there. It was strange how well you both got along, the average onlooker would assume nothing more than a simple boyfriend and girlfriend relationship but it was really just mutual likability and connection between the two of you. Days with Toya were simply good days. And you were absolutely grateful for someone like him because god knows how terrible it’d really be here without him.

“Why don’t we make this night a bit memorable,” Toya who was right next to you behind the counter, gives you a side wink and unzips the company jacket to reveal a small ziplock within the pocket. Andddddd long behold it’s weed! You chuckle to yourself, never getting tired of Toya’s shenanigans. Very much appreciated as he’s best form of entertainment here. 

“Toya we almost got caught last time, you really wanna risk it again?” Your words ran on deaf ears as he was already rolling up the blunt underneath the counter, “what’s the worst they can do? Fire us?” You stopped for a second and nodded, well he wasn’t wrong. Maybe this was the push you needed to finally leave this shit hole. “You got a point, let’s do it quick before someone comes in.” 

While this is a 24 hour convenience store, usually pass 1am, rarely anyone is inside. So you suppose it wouldn’t be too bad of an idea. Plus with Toya your bound to have a good time, who are you to deny him. You trusted in him enough to get away with his bs. 

“Pass the lighter doll,” you fished for the lighter that was nicely decorated with little blue flames over in your small book bag and passed it to him. He holds the blunt between his two hands and you duck underneath the counter with him. “Ladies first,” he cockily said, you lean forward and placed your mouth on the blunt while he held it for you. He always did this and it always felt oddly intimate to you. Couldn’t help the warm fuzzy feeling in your chest taking over when his glass like eyes gazed over you. They always made you curious and somehow hungry for knowledge of his life. You’ve never knew someone so well yet know nothing of them, but that’s always been enigma of Touya. You exhaled closing your eyes, attempting to calm your nerves. “You know the only time I ever smoke is on the job with you.” He smirked bringing the blunt to his own lips, “guess I’m a bad influence then.” 

You snorted and rolled your eyes. “Everyone needs a lil spice in their life, no?” It was his turn to roll his eyes. You gently grabbed his wrist and led the blunt back to your lips again, he stared quietly at you. Which oddly made you tense up. “Don’t look at me like that,” you smiled. 

“Like what?” He smiled. 

“Like I’m the most beautiful girl in the world that you can’t live without.” Now you both laughed. This was the usual routine with Toya; cracking jokes and talking shit for a bit and simply enjoying each other’s company while the store was empty. He finally broke the trance you were in when he spoke up. 

“You know, having my father kick me out of the house wasn’t so bad after all,” Toya leaned in. 

You looked at him with a puzzled look, he never brings up his father. Whenever the conversation appeared it was quickly diverted elsewhere. You didn’t want to poke or intrude but curiosity got the best of you and you couldn’t help but want to continue the conversation. “Yea? Why is that?” You wondered. His father, from what you’ve been able to gather with the little bits Toya has mentioned here and there, was that supposedly his father is some CEO to a multi million dollar company. Odd considering the likes to where Toya ended up but you concluded that they must’ve ended in bad terms. You understood how cruel and selfish parents can be and didn’t need further explanation on that part. Easy to assume considering how poorly and little he speaks of him. He shut your ideas off with his simple response. 

“I wouldn’t be smoking a blunt with the world’s most beautiful girl under this shitty counter, if it weren’t for it.” Ha, that definitely caught you off guard, causing a light blush to form across your face. Even with a seeming sensitive topic he still manages to tease you. He’s got that cheeky smile plastered all over, “Got you choked up doll?” You rolled your eyes. You were about to tell him off before the door rang indicating that someone has entered the store. You snapped out of the haze and immediately got up to quickly realize that the person who entered was one of the regional managers, oh fuck. You nearly froze in fear and kicked Toya under the counter. “Ow the fuck was that for?” He looked at you while soothing the kick you just gave him but upon looking at your panicked expression and frenzied body, he quickly crushed the blunt and shoved it back inside the pocket of his jacket. He didn’t need to be told or explained which you greatly appreciated at the moment. Toya was always able to read the room, bless his soul. He clumsily got back up to which you had fixed his crooked hat and whispered into his ear to tuck his shirt in while covering him slightly to do so.

“Hi-ya hello, good afternoon, I mean good evening sir.” You embarrassedly stumbled over your words to which Toya snickered at. You kicked him again harder this time as discreetly as you could. On the verge of a panic attack. He gripped tightly at the counter, smiling at the man in front of you both. Hissing silently at the pain your kick caused him. He gave you a quick side eye nodding his head in disapproval. Which somehow made you feel drastically worse. 

“Good evening to you both, I’m sure you know who I am.” 

You responded a bit too hastily looking like a rabid chihuahua. “Yes! Yea. Of course we do, how are you? What brings you in at this time? It’s so late.” You manage to say within 2.0 seconds, the automatic robotic customer service attitude overtaking your body. Well- at least trying to considering you just had a 30-minute smoke sesh under the counter and your mind is  desperately trying to sober up. Honestly, what the fuck was he doing here at this time? This has never happened and I mean out of all the hours of the day. Oh yea, you’re definitely getting fucked, the smell of weed was so pungent, it was literally embarrassing how bad the situation looks. You wanted to cry. Toya’s eyes were stained red and you only assumed yours look worse. 

“Gotten a few complaints about this store recently. Wanted to come in and take a look.” You began to get a cold sweat, oh shit he knows, he definitely knows. You had words lodged in your throat that couldn’t come out. What could you say? What can you say? You’re in the wrong here. Everyone knows that smoking weed with your cool and kinda hot coworker under the counter is definitely not ok. Maybe even illegal, oh god what if this gets on your record. You’ll definitely not be able to get a professional job, then you’ll really get stuck working a even shitter job than this. Oh good oh god oh my god. 

As if sensing the absolute panic and anxiety off of you, Toya gently caressed your arm motioning you to relax and to stay silent. You recognized the wave that washed over him and instantly knew he’d handle the situation, he always does. And if you could die in his arms right now, you’d accept your fate happily. Toya was an interesting man oh right, you always believed he held such potential to do great things and even change the world. It doesn’t make sense really considering you both work at a basic job but you had come to secretly admire the guy. You’d would tell him too, how you believed in him, how you had so much confidence for him to become something great but he would always shut it down and brush it off like it was nothing.  It was as if he didn’t think he was good enough. It always bugged you that he thought so little of himself, but seeing him now causally and confidently bullshit the regional manager out of your current situation just simply reminded you of how special he was to you. Definitely got your pussy wet and made you eternally grateful too.

Toya was standing in front of the counter, making hand gestures while the manager just stared analyzing his words. You were completely z0ned out, only able to get parts of the conversation. 

“We’ve been having this customer appear at the store over and over again around this time of night harassing me and Y/N. We’ve considered calling the cops since he’s always high off his mind, we’ve caught him smoking in the bathroom on multiple occasions too. He was in here about 15 minutes ago and we haven’t been able to get rid of the smell.” 

Ah the beautiful lies that slipped through Toya’s lips sounded like a symphony. It was nothing short of comedic and yet so fucking Oscar-worthy. You could definitely pay this man to tell you lies he with how effortlessly convincing he was. You couldn’t even care to listen to what the manager was responding with, but on his way out he waved at you wishing you a goodnight and you sighed out with relief. 

Toya turns to you clasping his hands together “well there’s gonna be a security guard here for the next two weeks.” You laughed “I guess that’s better than getting fired huh.” 

“I’m not sure about that,” he chuckled. “I texted Shigs to come and take over the rest of our shift.” 

You looked at him confused, “how come? Either way, do you think he’ll be ok alone here?”

Toya slipped his phone into his pocket and walked back to you “yea he doesn’t give a fuck. Besides you look pale fucking white, guess this guy sobered your ass up real quick.” 

You attempted to glare angrily at him but it came off as a soft puppy look. You had no energy nor the strength to pretend. It feels like you just got whiplash from the rollercoaster you were on. Figured it was no use in lying considering you looked like you just went through it. “Yea, I still feel high as shit, I just wanna go home already, only thing this guy gave me was a fat fucking headache.” 

He ruffled the top of your head, “awe poor baby,” he said in a teasing tone, he inched up right beside you, “I got something that can help with that.” You jokingly pushed him off you, tying to ignore the warm feeling pooling under your stomach. Your mind was definitely thinking something dirty with a million miles per second and with how he handled today’s situation you’d be more than willing to give him whatever he pleased, but you pretended to cast aside those intrusive thoughts and act unfazed. “Shit don’t tell me you got Advil on you too?” 

He chuckled lightly nodding is head down, “got something even better doll.” He scoots up next to you and grabs a bottle of excedrin underneath the counter, passing it to you. You excitedly open it taking two pills out “oh my god I didn’t know we had some underneath here, yes thank you. You're definitely my hero today Toya.” As if y’all didn’t work in a convenience store that had if not all types of medicines. It was the effort that made it special though, it’s what brought that bright goofy smile of yours to light.  

You weren’t able to see the blush that formed on his cheeks while you swallowed the two pills. “Yea I remember you telling me you get headaches n shit and I know this medicine helps with it.” He was scratching the back of his head awkwardly. He never really handles compliments well but you tippy toed over to him and wrapped your arms softly around his neck. “I appreciate it Toya, that was really thoughtful. Thank you.” 

If you didn’t see his previous blush you definitely noticed this one, which in turn lead you to blush. But you couldn’t miss this opportunity- “AWE is lil Toya blushing. So cute brings me back to my middle school days.” That caused a loud laugh to come out of you both. “Shut it.” he quickly and quietly said. 

“Am I interrupting something.” You and Toya quickly untangled from each other trying to play off the slight tension in the air. 

“Errrr um.. Hey Shiggy, thanks for uh coming in.” You awkwardly stumbled, you never really got along with him so there was always this weird loud silence between the both of you. He already seemed to be annoyed, per usual.  The sloppy blue hair all tangled looking greasy and his patchy skin looking irritated and flaky as usual. He definitely was not amused or happy to be here. Well when was her ever. You’ve yet to seen the man smile. 

“Whatever.” He takes a sip from his metal bottle and walks over to the counter. 

“Shiggy you the man, thanks for pulling up bud.” Toya pats him in the back and Shigaraki shuttered. “Don’t touch me,” he flatly said. He glared at you both. 

“You guys can go leave and fuck now.” The words caught you instantly by surprise and you got completely red. “That’s not what were gonn- ugh whatever like it matters.” With that, you and Toya clock out and leave the store with Shigaraki sending daggers at your back.

“He’s always acting like such a bitch.” You annoyingly complained. 

Toya puts his arm around your shoulder pulling you closer to him “he ain’t so bad when you get to know him.” 

“I guess.” You rolled your eyes, you didn’t really care. You were more relieved to have finally left. He can rot in the store by himself for all you care. Not you or Toga would miss him. 

“So,” Toya glided with his words, itching you closer to him. He was leading the way in this position with you happily following. Not knowing the destination but feeling completely at peace with his form completely snug at your side. You comfortably wrapped your arm around his waist and gently placed your head in the crook of his neck. This was nice you thought, you and Toya were always this intimate when alone. No hesitation or awkwardness, just simply holding hands and sharing body heat as friends with the underlying passion waiting to burst and to be acknowledged. But nothing ever felt rushed, not with Toya. You stared at him from this angle, taking in his beautiful effortless features. His lashes looked so long as you stared in slight jealousy, his hair a perfect black mess with hidden red roots if you stared long enough, and his eyes. Man, you could write poems and sing songs with how the eyes stirred up some emotion you can't quite pin down. Always causing an eruption of feelings you can barely control. 

You felt the warmth from his breath when he spoke, “wanna go to back to my place and finish that blunt? Would love nothing more than to see the world’s most beautiful girl on my bed.” 

You blushed and nodded looking at those piercing blue eyes once again “well, when you look at me like that I guess I can’t say no.” 

Maybe this time you would finally show Toya just how special he really is to you. 

[mattsvn]

CHANCE BALL LOVE!

Pairing: Ushijima Wakatoshi x gn!reader

Genre: Meet ugly! strangers to lovers! Getting hit in the head with a volleyball!

Warnings: Blood, head injury, concussion, did I mention getting hit in the head with a volleyball? Food hehe, that's all.

WC: 2.4K

Summary: After being hit with a volleyball by the ace and U19 athlete, Ushijima Wakatoshi, you find yourself laying in the nurse's office, with a bag of ice on your head and a boy apologizing every two minutes for that terrible accident. As the times goes by, you realize that not only you were hit by a ball, but by destiny, and more important, love.

A/N: I'm so excited for this piece! This is a collab for HQHQ (now Anilysium!) The masterlist is here! I hope you like this piece! Reblogs are appreciated!

Life is made up of 90% causality and 10% coincidence.

That was what your mother used to say, with her hands covered with flour up to her elbows, while she prepared one of those delicious desserts. Possibly as a result of all her years perfecting her technique as a pastry chef, but, as in that, she considered that everything had to be planned, measured, and calculated.

On the other hand, your father was always talking about how fate made everything line up perfectly for things in his life to come in abundance, he would happily tell about the coincidences in his life, although the answer was always the same, a debate between the two of them as to what was the truth.

A skeptical pastry chef and a dreamy lawyer, a match made in heaven.

Whatever it had been, causality or causality, you never thought a hit of luck would be so...literal.

It was unusual for you to be in Shiratorizawa's volleyball gymnasium, if you had managed to get into such a prestigious high school it was because of the impeccable grades you always had, sports were not a priority.

You weren't afraid of balls, but, the way everyone was spiking the ball was about to cause you a headache, especially Ushijima Wakatoshi, the school's ace, one of the best athletes in the country.

"Why are we here, again?" you asked, your gaze wandering between the various players and the sound of balls hitting everywhere making the conversation feel distorted.

"Because they" one pointed out, to the rest of the girls looking around the court excitedly "want to see Semi Eita, the pretty boy with the grey hair" she gestured to the boy in the corner, slamming the ball to the ground unaware that they were watching.

"Ah" you replied, somewhat bored, grabbing your backpack and standing up. "Good luck with that, I have to get home early" you said, waving goodbye to everyone.

To leave, or at least, to do it in a faster way, the door that led out of the building, and through which you had to go through the court, was the best option, as it took longer to take the way inside the corridors. The only option as you made your way down the bleachers.

The only thing you heard, with your eyes glued to the ground, trying to go completely unnoticed was a "WATCH OUT!" that made you look up before you saw nothing but darkness.

"I don't know, Wakatoshi-kun, looks like you did kill her" a voice was heard in the distance, the light irritating your eyes if you tried to open them. Still, only because of your stubbornness, you tried to get up without anyone else's help.

"I don't think it's best if you stand up now" you heard a deeper voice, but you didn't know exactly where it was coming from.

"I'm fine" you whispered, placing a hand on where you assumed you had been hit with the volleyball, feeling a warm liquid staining it. It wasn't possible that a spike had cracked your forehead open, right?

Right?

"I'm fine, I have to go" as you stood up, opening your eyes, everything was spinning. An arm went around your shoulders, stopping you from falling back to the ground, firm, but at the same time gentle.

"You need to go to the infirmary, you're bleeding" the voice now seemed to be closer, a little more stable, but, no way did you feel you could even move without throwing up or passing out again, what the fuck had that hit been? Could someone hit someone that hard just with a serve?

The answer was yes, and the name, Ushijima Wakatoshi.

You barely felt it when, just like that, he lifted you off the ground, although it seemed that your body felt it. A piece of something, probably cloth or gauze stopped the bleeding. You kept repeating that at least they let you walk, that you were okay, even though, clearly, you had the symptoms of a concussion.

"Are you all right, can you tell me where you are?" questioned Ushijima, entering a room. You had finally managed to open your eyes and recover from the dizziness.

"I'm fine, we're at the high school" you whispered, looking at Ushijima for the first time.

Even if you had gone to games before, you had never seen that look on Wakatoshi's face, a mixture of fear and worry, accompanied by his pale face and a barely noticeable bloodstain on his shirt.

"You can wait outside, dear boy," said the nurse, slightly terrified by what had happened.

A couple of hours passed before they managed to let you go, after calling your parents and making sure you didn't leave the building unless you were accompanied. You didn't need stitches, and that was a huge plus, but still, you left the infirmary with a gauze pad on your forehead, some candy, and a chance to take the rest of the week off to rest, which wasn't such a bad outcome.

You closed the door behind you, looking sideways at Wakatoshi on the floor, who got up almost immediately, still looking scared, even his gaze lingered for a few seconds on the patch on your forehead, which reminded him of the fact that he had accidentally hit you with a volleyball while practicing his serves.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, looking disheveled, and as if he had done nothing more than wait in the hallway until everything was in order.

"Oh, don't worry, Ushijima-san, I'm fine" you assured, but it didn't seem to be enough for him.

"I'm so sorry, let me take you home to be sure you arrive safely" he asked, with his hands behind his back and his head slightly bent down, like a child discovered stealing the candy from the counter.

"My parents are here to take me home, don't worry" you assured, glancing sideways at the door, somewhat far away. "You can walk me to the car, if you like."

"Of course" he nodded, walking beside you. Up close he looked even taller than he was, his expression calm and his gaze fixed straight ahead, though, he seemed to have a doubt that would leave his lips at any moment "Would you allow me to walk you to school tomorrow?"

You looked at him with raised eyebrows, somehow, the sound of just both of your footsteps in the hallway was comforting, soothing. It wasn't awkward, or uncomfortable. Ushijma didn't believe in awkward silences, because to him actions said more than words, and, that a question shouldn't be answered right away. So, the way to the entrance was nothing more than waiting for an honest, and safe, answer.

"I got permission to miss classes for the rest of the week, in case the concussion gets complicated, because I have to rest" you began, letting again the calm silence take center stage for a couple of seconds. "Then I won't be back until Monday, but maybe you can come for dinner tomorrow?"

"If you accept that as my apology for hurting you, then by all means" he took the door, allowing you to leave before him, there was still a bit of a walk to the main entrance. "Although, I would like to cook"

"Oh, I didn't know you cooked," you smiled, looking up at him. Ushijima looked down, and, you could swear he was smiling too. "If that's what you prefer, I'd love to."

The rest of the walk was quiet, and calm. Ushijima said goodbye to you after introducing himself to your parents, and apologizing again. In the rearview mirror you saw him standing there, waiting until he didn't see the car to go home.

He was really worried, and it would probably take him a few days to stop being scared about what had just happened. He was even willing to be scolded by the coach for missing two days of practice, just to make sure everything was in order.

Likewise, even if it would be a whole day before you saw Ushijima, he decided to call you just before he went to bed. And at lunchtime, because doing it earlier would surely have woken you up. He didn't talk too much, he let you talk about how annoying the doctors at the hospital had been when you went to check that everything was okay, and all the boring time you spent there.

He called back as soon as he got out of school, to make sure the details of the dinner were ready, he would bring the food, and some dessert, and, you would bring the drinks. You had to convince him though, otherwise he would have bought everything, he would have even brought plates and silverware from his own house.

Wakatoshi took the job of bringing the food seriously, as much as he could buy anything on the way home, he decided to make something himself. The menu was simple, yakisoba, yukari rice balls with an egg on top of each dish. As for dessert, he decided not to risk it, and preferred to buy those box cakes that had been quite popular lately, and, some condensed milk truffles that Tendou gave him as a gift as, he assured, you would love them.

Your parents could be quite reluctant to invite a boy to the house, but, after proposing the idea that you could clean up the picnic table you had in the backyard, where there was a space convenient enough for them to peek in just a little to feel safe, they agreed almost immediately.

During the afternoon, the question you wanted to ignore came out of nowhere, could that be considered a date, and should you dress for the occasion? It didn't seem like anything would match a forehead injury, or that anything would hide it. The result ended up being something you would wear if you were going out with friends, simple, and appropriate for the sunny day out.

Ushijima arrived exactly at the appointed time, and, reluctantly from your parents, you opened the door without them intruding. Looking at him, you failed to understand the nervous feeling that traveled from your heart to the tips of your fingers, making them tremble. Standing with a bag in his left hand, his hair slightly tousled and a bouquet of flowers in the other. Yet another gesture of apology, right?

"Hi, I brought some flowers" he pointed out, extending them. Your hand gently brushing his as you took them, white roses with green accents that made the bouquet look incredibly elegant.

"I already told you that you didn't have to keep apologizing, Ushijima" you mentioned, taking the flowers. "We'll eat outside then you don't need to take off your shoes, but let me go get a vase."

"You look good today" he spoke out of nowhere, making you look at him even though you were already halfway down the aisle. "You look good in those clothes" he seemed to be trying to smile, but you weren't sure. You smiled anyway, grateful for the compliment.

You returned with the bouquet, which would now serve as a decoration for the picnic. You could feel the intense gaze of your parents even if they tried to hide when they peeked, or, according to them, "watched" that everything was in order.

"Are you feeling better then?" he asked, looking at how simply decorated the picnic table was but somehow looked incredibly cozy, with perfect tree shade.

As was now usual, Wakatoshi didn't talk more than usual, at least not at first, he wanted to hear about how you were feeling, and how many days you would be out of school, although you assured him that you would be back to your activities by next Monday, and that, your friends would take care of sending you the homework you needed. Then the questions about him began.

You learned a lot, how he learned to play volleyball at a young age, his interest in cooking but his almost zero ability to make desserts. My mother could make some, you laughed, drinking some cranberry juice in a wine glass, your father's idea. He told you about his new interest in plants, and his father's work out of the country. Even some good anecdotes about the volleyball team.

Dessert was something completely different, by that time, she started to excitedly explain his last game, and what it was like to be in the Olympics. Although it wasn't as noticeable, you could tell in the way his lips curved into a slight smile as he tried to find the right words to define how he felt.

Reluctantly, and after offering to do the dishes, you said no, keeping the bento boxes with the promise that you would bring lunch on Monday for both of you, and now a wide smile on his face, even when he had to go home.

The following Monday came terribly slow, with the only thing that made it better being that Ushijima had not stopped her constant calls, the day possibly delayed by dark clouds heralding torrential rain.

"You don't have to keep apologizing anymore, look, even the wound has healed" you said, to Ushijima who was standing at the entrance, now with a box of the truffles you had liked so much, and which he had now made.

"I know. But I'd really like to walk with you at school" he smiled. "If you'll let me.

"I'd love to."

Life is made up of 80% causality and 20% chance, and, although you wouldn't want to repeat the literal hit of luck you received, you hadn't wanted it any other way.

Going to the gym because your friends wanted to see a cute boy on the volleyball team, having to leave early because you had things to do at home, leaving through the door you had to walk through on the court, getting hit in the head with a volleyball, only to end up walking to school with him, fingers barely brushing, a tender kiss on the cheek before he left.

Eating now inside the house, holding hands, a kiss on the corner of the lips. Waiting in the bleachers for practice to end, a number one jacket covering you from the rain.

The worst way to get to know each other, and, somehow, it seemed you were made for one another.

[getofy]

bakugo as your boyfriend would include...

request: what would dating bakugo be like?

gn!reader (but there are slight fem themes if you squint); fluff; headcanons; no spoilers

character: bakugo katsuki

a/n: this goes out to my one & only <333. ilysm deku kinnie pls enjoy! also, @ bakugo simps i hope this feeds u well. he’s sm fun to write for. headcanons + a short playlist are under the cut.

*ty to my bakugo kinnie/simp friend for helping me write this. i appreciate u. A LOT of these ideas r hers!!

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FALLING IN LOVE WITH HIM SOUNDS LIKE:

01. TEENAGE DIRTBAG by WHEATUS

02. GUTTER GIRL by HFHW

03. BOYFREN by LOVE LEO

04. IN TOO DEEP by SUM 41

05. TOUNGES by THE FRIGHTS

06. R U MINE? by ARCTIC MONKEYS

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katsuki is a very emotional person. he feels incredibly deep and profound things, but has trouble expressing it in a healthy manner. this being so, him as your s/o would consist of a lot of subtle displays of affection! such as...

-> SHOWING YOU HOW TO DO STUFF:

he’ll teach you small things about his hobbies. will 100% show you how to play the drums, mountain climb, etc.

literally you learn so much with him it’s insane. he claims it’s because he couldn’t stand dating an incapable person, but in reality it’s just because he likes feeling useful/needed HAHA.

-> TOUCHING YOU:

this man is lowkey super clingy...so he will always find a way to be physically close to you.

a BIG fan of putting his arm around your shoulder fs. don’t mention it to him though because he’ll IMMEDIATELY stop doing it.

-> LETTING YOU SIT ON HIS LAP:

if you’re comfortable with it, he’d adore it if you sat on his lap!! like fr if you walked up to him when he was lounging on the couch and did it this is how it would go...

“what’re you doing?”

“sitting down, why?”

he just stares and then grunts before going back to whatever he was doing

don’t let his indifference fool you, he is very pleased.

probably looked up at the ceiling and thought about it for an hour once you left

he thinks about you a lot

-> ALWAYS COOKING FOR YOU:

he pretends like it’s a nuisance, but it genuinely makes his day when you eat the stuff he prepares. literally if you’re hungry just ask him to make you smth and he’ll do it. he actually gets angry if you decide to cook without him.

one time, katsuki seemed really tired because of training and school. so you tried to make something for the both of you guys to enjoy together. it uh...didn’t go well...

“what are you doing?!”

“cutting vegetables...”

“no. you’re doing it all wrong. give me the knife.”

“excuse me??”

“GIVE ME THE KNIFE.”

you ended up giving him the knife

the meal was great!?? but he scolded you for like 30 minutes after PLS.

-> SHOWING YOU OFF:

he’s proud that you’re his s/o, so of course he’s gonna brag about you to EVERYONE.

it’s not overbearing or in an annoying way either. it’s moreso him talking about your accomplishments and stuff like that.

he literally only shows you off for his own benefit. NEEDS everyone to know how cool you and him both are.

it’s an ego thing.

i take back what i said abt it not being annoying. it’s a nuisance to everyone who ain’t you.

-> SITTING NEXT TO YOU:

like i said before, he needs to be close to you at all times. sooo he always sits next to you. no questions asked.

expect to see a pouting, petty katsuki if you decide to sit next to somebody that isn’t him.

“are you seriously mad that i sat next to deku and not you on the bus?!”

“‘COURSE IM MAD.”

“you’re impossible.”

“HUH??????”

-> LETTING YOU WEAR HIS CLOTHES:

PRACTICALLY CHUCKS HIS SHIRTS AND HOODIES AT YOU. LITERALLY JUST- PELTS YOU WITH HIS CLOTHES UNTIL YOU PUT THEM ON.

you took his hoodie without asking ONE TIME and now he’s hooked on seeing you in his clothing.

he’ll always pretend like he’s doing you a favor though.

gotta love how annoying he is! 

-> GIFT GIVING

i wouldn’t go as far to say that gift giving is his love language, but he’ll buy things that you bring up in causal conversation a whole lot.

he just kinda bashfully shoves the gift in your hands and watches as you fawn over it.

“awww! how’d you know??”

“you wouldn’t shut up about it.”

he loves seeing your pleased expression!! +100 boost to katsuki’s confidence.

-> HELPING YOU WITH ACADEMICS:

we ALL know how smart this man is.

he will 100% help you study for school if you’re struggling!

don’t expect him to go easy on you though.

if anything, he’ll probably be harder on you because he really wants to see you succeed.

he basically carries you through math

-> KNOWING MUNDANE FACTS ABOUT YOU:

i can see him knowing EVERYTHING about you. your birthday, your morning routine, your favorite snacks, your favorite songs, etc.

it doesn’t take a lot for him to remember this stuff either???

like, he thinks you’re unforgettable, so he just knows

-> WANTING TO IMPRESS YOU:

he wants you to know how cool he is so bad it’s laughable.

he’ll show off during training exercises FOR SUREEEE

bakusquad teases him abt it when he does lol they ALLL know how whipped he is for you

kirishima: wow, you’re really into it today bakugo!

denki: well (y/n) IS watching

bakugo: SHUT UP.

MISC HEADCANONS!

-> you enable him so much...like way too much. please get on that. someone needs to hold this stupid man accountable. he probably likes it when you scold him despite his protests so don’t be afraid to tell him off baby.

-> your approval makes his heart go $$/!/?!!!error??77776. like, even before you two started dating, he would ALWAYS feel flustered whenever you would compliment his outfits, fighting style, etc. now that you guys are dating, he still feels extremely dazed when you dote on him.

he’ll probably act super cocky about it though

“ ‘course i look good, idiot.” 

he’s trying his best to suppress the stupid smile trying to take over his face. eventually, he lets it out, and tbh everyone in 1A knows that it’s because of smth cheesy you told him.

he is SUCH a softie for you it HURTTSSSS GAHHHH!!

-> katsuki is a very protective boyfriend.

this goes for everything, but especially applies during intense situations.

will literally lay his life down for you without thinking twice about it. don’t fight me on this. it’s canon.

if you’re going on a dangerous mission, you BEST believe this man is tagging along with you.

if for some reason he can’t go, he’ll make it a point to stay up way past his bed time waiting for you to come back.

when katsuki chooses you over sleep just know that you’ve won at life.

he doesn’t see you as inferior in any way. he knows you can handle yourself, but he really wants to keep you safe bc if something bad happened to the love of his life he would be in shambles.

on a lighter note, if mineta bugs you, he’ll absolutely wreck him. will literally punt that grape boy into the next stratosphere.

also!! he’s not the type to care about what you wear. if you’re wearing smth a bit more revealing, the most he’ll say is that you look hot. literally is so unbothered.

he trusts you a lot so it’s like 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

protective ≠ possessive

-> dates w/ him are super all over the place! one weekend, you guys will just chill in his dorm and the next he’ll be laughing maniacally as he chases you down during an intense round of laser tag.

-> he’s big fan of competition, so he’ll turn everything into one.

let him win.

-> his hands are really sensitive because of his quirk, so if you kissed them he’d turn to mush.

im literally begging you to touch this man. help him. he is so touch-starved it’s not funny.

-> he runs hot so cuddles w him are so nice and comforting :(. will pull you in close and tight and NEVER let go.

in short, while dating katsuki definitely comes with it’s quirks, it’s a beautiful relationship. he respects you endlessly and will do anything to ensure your happiness. treat him right and he’ll do the same!!

have fun dating explosion boy!

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S/o being followed and stalked|| Headcanons

Akaashi,Atsumu,Iwaizumi, Ushijima

Akaashi:

Finished with work you were ready to go home, unfortunately Akaashi had practice so he couldn’t come visit

Walking home you felt someone following you

Turning around couple of times no one was behind you, maybe it was paranoia

No one was on the streets except for you

Turning your head once more you see a group of men following you

You started to speed up your pace so did they, then you started to run to the nearest store you could find

They were running too trying to catch up to you which scared you a lot

Getting out your phone when you got to the store immediately calling Akaashi

Akaashi just finished practice and was talking to Konoha and Bokuto about their next game

His phone rings and he quickly answers it

“Hey love” “Akaashi I’m at a store and some guys are following me and I don’t know what to do” your voice trembled, Akaashi immediately turned pale, Bokuto and Konoha started to get worried watching Akaashi shakes in anxiety and anger

“Stay right there, I’m going to come get you send me your location” hanging up the phone rushing to get his stuff

“Akaashi what’s wrong!” Konoha stops him, “a group of men are following y/n”

everyone heard and got their stuff ready following Akaashi out, running to the place you were at

At the distance they could see the group of men waiting outside, it was already 8 pm and they were already drunk

Akaashi let’s out a venomous scoff

The team slowed down their pace and acted nothing was happening as they entered

Washio was holding Bokuto off who wanted to beat them up

“Let me fight them” “bokuto no”

Akaashi lost his cool and looked for you in each aisle to find you holding onto your bag staring at a random vending machine

“Y/n” Akaashi started to clam himself knowing you’re safe, “Keiji”

Running into his arms where he held onto you tightly, “y/n” he whispers lowly, holding onto you

His whole team looked so relieved once seeing you, “you scared us!” Bokuto pinches your cheek scolding you almost

“You’re hurting her dumbass” Sarukui pushes him away

“Okay time to plan and loose those losers” they formed a huddle and whispered

The plan was for everyone to buy snacks and make a leave

Akaashi gave you his jacket holding your hand tightly

His team surrounded you so they wouldn’t see you

The group of men didn’t notice at all and still thought you were in the store

“You’re not walking home by yourself anymore” he kisses your knuckles taking you home where it was safe

Atsumu:

It’s been happening for days actually for months with the stalking, these group of boys would just stalk you but never harm you

Knowing Atsumu he would attack them and he would get in trouble in the end so you brushed it off because they haven’t tried to harm you

You don’t know them probably from another school but they smell like alcohol from a mile away

It was just another day walking down the streets going home

The same group was standing by the street lights hanging out

You try not to make eye contact and walk pass them quietly unfortunately today wasn’t your day “HEY you come here!” Which startled you a lot but ignored them

Unfortunately they didn’t get the memo and started to follow you by whistling at you

You started to fasten your pace, so did they

Taking your phone out of your bag quickly you dialed Atsumu who was in your emergency contacts

Atsumu was taking a break he was causally arguing with Osamu and Suna, getting a call he immediately picks up because it was you

“Hey baby girl” “Tsumu this group of guys are following me and I’m running please help” you huff out in panic, Atsumu could hear the whistles and shouts in the background that made him beyond furious gripping on to his phone tightly, everyone could see his knuckles turning white

“Go to an alleyway baby and send me your location try to lose them I’ll be right there!” He shouts

“What’s wrong Atsumu?” Kita stops him from going anywhere “let me go,a group of guys are following y/n” Letting Atsumu go, following along, dropping the balls for later not caring if their coach would yell at them

All of them rushed to your rescue, Atsumu was running little bit faster trying to get to your spot

Meanwhile you were hiding in the shadows but those boys are still looking for you and not leaving

Your phone rung, unfortunately they heard it and got ahold of you

They started to ask questions and holding onto your arm tightly causing a small bruise to form, you were trying to kick them away and fight back but they were much more stronger than you

“Leave me alone you idiots!” You gritted at them, throwing a kick

Before they could say any back

A punch was thrown at one of them, “don’t touch her” Atsumu and osamu pulled you towards them as Omimi and Hitoshi hold off that group with cold glares.

Holding them off

Kita tells them to never come around you or the team will find them

Scary I say super scary, Atsumu hugged you so tightly, “You are never walking alone ever again” he growled pulling you into a kiss, you could feel his beating heart “I promise” you hug him in pure relief

“Y/n have they been following you lately?” Kita asks, “yea almost stalking” Atsumu’s grips gets tighter

“You are never leaving my side” he growled kissing your forehead

Iwaizumi:

There were rumors about a stalker around school but everyone thinks it’s a rumor or a joke that one of the guys said to scare girls

It was the end of practice, you walked home with Iwaizumi half of the way since his house is at the other way with Oikawa and the rest of the team

“Okay I’ll see you guys later okay” you bid goodbye to them giving Iwaizumi a quick kiss goodbye making Oikawa gag

you had to make a quick stop at the store

Browsing through each aisle you felt someone staring at you

Ignoring that feeling you bought snacks for yourself, leaving the store almost immediately

Then suddenly you heard footsteps behind you, gulping a bit you decided to go somewhere else just in case

This person started to follow you to the short cut, you started jog a bit, only for him to speed up his pace

Knowing Iwaizumi is close by probably eating with his team

You run for it as fast you could and this guy won’t give up

Getting closer to the place the team usually are at, you see him and Oikawa talking to the team and laughing

“Iwa!” You shout, he turns around smiling at you only to see his smile fall, he could see the stalker behind you

Iwaizumi got up opening his arms wide open pulling you into his chest glaring at that guy who was behind you

The team gets up from their chairs, “excuse me sir do need something from our friend?” Oikawa asks glaring at him, everyone was. Kyotani was ready to fight this guy

Meanwhile Iwaizumi was holding on to your shaky body, kissing your head in reassurance, “I’m here baby no one will hurt you ever” he whispered holding on to you tightly

“Leave or I will make sure you loose all your teeth!” Iwaizumi shouted at the guy who didn’t even move, since he was just one against a whole group of boys

The stalker retreated and walked off causing Iwaizumi to rage but you held him tightly

“Don’t do anything please just stay with me” you begged which made him sigh and hug you

“We’ll walk you home every night okay y/n” Oikawa pats your head

“Tomorrow morning we should report this guy” Makki sighs looking at the distance where that guy left at

“Let’s go home okay”

Ushijima:

Since everyone had to leave the dorms for some reparations everyone had to walk to school now

Didn’t bother you much since you like walking

But recently weird things has been happening ever since your parents left town for two weeks

Weird letters and flowers has been sent to your doorstep

At first you thought it was from Ushijima which wasn’t, “it’s probably for someone else and probably and the delivery man mistaken the address” Tendou shrugged it off, maybe he was right Ushijima agreed but made him slightly irritated if it wasn’t a mistake

After a few days more flowers and a love letter appeared on your door step, you brought every letter to Toshi’s team to read it

“Whoa this guy is hooked” Semi read every letter and was amazed

“Throw them away” Ushijima gets up and starts to practice again, everyone started to wonder who is this secret admirer

It started to get worse, the flowers and even letters started to get scarier

But instead you ignored it, which was a bad idea

You walked home at the end of the day without Ushijima since he had late practice with the boys

You started to get chills down your spine, you made a few stops making sure you weren’t followed at all, taking double takes but as you pass a window of a shop you saw a reflection of a figure behind you which scared you

You had to keep calm and pretend nothing was happening, going to another store close by

This person followed you in as you pretended to browse for some snacks, taking out your phone and called Ushijima

“Hey y/n” he finally answered “hey Toshi are you almost at (name of store)?” “Y/n whats going on?” “You’ll be here soon? Okay great better hurry” there was a hidden message behind it, he knew it, wasn’t the usual way you talked to him. “Is that person behind you?” “Yea baby I’ll see you here”

Ushijima immediately grabbed his stuff, “whoa whoa Ushiwaka what’s wrong?” Tendou asks “there is a guy following y/n” “you mean that secret admirer?” Semi gasped, It take long for the rest to follow their captain out, he was quicker than them, yet they tried to stay at his pace

He finally made it and found you in the corner, “y/n” he says out of breath, “Toshi” you pull him into a hug trembling a bit

The guy that was following you left the store but as you watched the whole Shiratorizawa caught him and started to interrogate him

Tendo was ready to fight him, he was stopped by Ushijima

you behind him, he glared at the guy before him

“You should never make a girl feel unsafe and uncomfortable, never again will you follow or try to talk to my girlfriend again got it”

The guy started stumbling back trying to get up

Semi told Ushijima to bring you home while the rest went to report him

Ushijima took you home hugging which made you cling to him; he didn’t mind

He stayed at your house for a few days till your parents got home “even if you’re parents are back you will wait for me after practice no matter what” he kisses your forehead, cheek, lips, nose

“I will”