#anyway still having eggs for breakfast a few times a week in the middle of December

[jensownzoo]

In the ongoing saga of the sheer stubbornness of my pullets' puberty which has them laying their first eggs at completely the wrong time of year daylength-wise...

One of the crested cream legbars has entered the competition.

[myownwritings]

One-(p)up - Lance Stroll

lance stroll x fem!girlfriend!reader

Summary: it's your boyfriend's birthday, and you have to think of a perfect idea to one-up his birthday gift to you, except… you somehow forgot his birthday was today.

Warnings: None. This is just one big floofy fluff.

Word count: 2.3k

A/N: this is my first Tumblr post. I hope I did the lay-out correctly.

Requested by @heartbreakinmiddecember.

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It was October 29th, 08:00 AM, and you were pacing nervously through the kitchen. How could you have forgotten about your boyfriend's birthday? His birthday?! You rubbed your temples, trying to think of something that would be a quick fix. And it had to be something amazing. Because for your last birthday, he took you to Paris, showed you the entire city and spent a week in the French city of love.

And you, very confidently, then promised him you would one-up him.

But it is his birthday today, and due to all of the stress at work and him being gone last weekend, you forgot. Girlfriend of the year, right?

You opened the fridge; the least you could do was make him breakfast and hopefully get a wonderful idea before he would greet you in the kitchen.

And in the middle of your attempt to make breakfast, Lance entered the kitchen, only wearing grey sweatpants. You looked up from the pan frying the eggs and smiled at the sight, “My birthday boy.”

Lance returned the smile and walked to you, “Good morning, baby.”

“Happiest birthday,” you said and wrapped your arms around his neck as soon as he was close enough. “I am making you some breakfast.”

“Can I help you?”

You shook your head, “You’re not supposed to help me; it is your birthday.”

Lance chuckled and pressed his lips on your temple, “Okay then. Am I allowed to grab my own coffee?”

“Sure thing. I am almost done anyway.”

You tried your best not to be too nervous around him. Knowing your boyfriend, he was not even going to ask about his present– he did not care about materialistic things. That did help to avoid the subject for at least another few minutes as you danced around the kitchen to set the table.

“Lancey? Come eat breakfast, love.”

“I am right here, baby,” Lance said, taking a seat at the table. “It looks and smells delicious, thank you.”

“I tried my best.”

“I haven’t had a birthday breakfast in years.”

Last year, his birthday was during a race weekend overseas, making it impossible for you to celebrate his special day together, all the more reason for you to make this one special.

“Glad I could make you one,” you replied and took a bite from your breakfast. “When was the last time?”

“I think ever since I was a teenager. Due to the races, most of my birthdays were spent with hotel breakfasts.”

You nodded slowly, chewing and still thinking about the perfect birthday gift, “Are there other things you missed out on due to your career?”

Lance put his fork down as he tilted his head, visibly thinking about an answer. He had not expected the question; the two of you never really discussed childhood matters, as it was not necessary, according to you— you much rather focussed on the present time and the future, as those were the times you could still alter.

“Uhm,” he hummed, showing that he was still thinking about it. “When I was a kid, I always wanted a dog, but unfortunately, my parents never agreed due to my lack of availability to take care of it. They said they would hire someone for anything but taking care of a dog.”

“Ah,” You said, and a little smirk crept on the corners of your lips. “Good thing you’re living on your own now, then, huh?”

“What do you mean?”

You shook your head quickly, as a sudden idea had sprung to mind, “Nothing, baby. Just finish your breakfast so we can get ready for the day.”

Lance smirked smugly, “Ah, yes,” he said in remembrance. “You are trying to one-up the trip to Paris. Tell me, how are you going to do so?”

“Oh, Lancey, I can’t spoil your birthday gift already,” You grabbed both empty plates to start and clean up. You had an idea in your head, but you couldn’t arrange it with Lance still near you.

“Go get ready,” You spurred him on to leave the room. “I will clean this up.”

Lance nodded, gave you a kiss on the cheek, and left the room as you quickly loaded the dishwasher. You waited until you heard the water from the shower running before grabbing your phone.

The idea had suddenly snapped into your mind; there is a puppy ranch nearby, and you knew the owner from one of your previous summer jobs, one before you got your full-time job, and one before you knew Lance.

You dialed the number, and wonderly, the owner picked up before the third ring, “Hey, y/n! How are you?”

“Good morning, Henri,” You greeted your old boss. “I am good, but I need a favor.”

“Sure, tell me.”

“Did you, by any chance, have 8-week-old puppies at this moment?”

“Uh,” A little sigh rolled over the lips of the man on the other side of the phone, “I think I have one litter of puppies. One of the labradors had 7 puppies, but listen, y/n, 5 of them are already reserved and paid.”

“That means two are not, and I just want to bring my boyfriend over to cuddle with them, too. Is that possible? It is his birthday, too. I promise to buy whichever one he chooses.”

“Of course, you and your boyfriend can come over. I also have a litter of 5-week-old labradors.”

“Thank you, Henri!” You almost exclaimed; your plan was actually working. “We will be there within an hour.”

You hung up and walked to the bedroom. The shower just stopped running, and Lance stepped out of the bathroom, towel around his waist.

A playful whistle ran over your lips, immediately creating a grin on Lance's face.

"Do we need to hurry, baby?" Lance asked as you made your way to the bathroom.

"Within an hour, but it's nearby. Don't worry."

Lance nodded and got dressed while you took a quick shower and got dressed afterward. He waited patiently on the couch, scrolling through his Instagram as you came down. You smiled as you saw the amount of memes he passed on his following page.

"Ready to go?"

Lance put his phone in his pocket, got up from the couch, and walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing the tip of your nose, "More than ready."

He grabbed the keys to the car from the little dresser in the hallway, and that's when you put out your hand, insisting that he had given over the keys.

"You're kidding me, right?" Your boyfriend asked, almost laughing as if it was a joke. You, too, knew that he was no passenger princess, but for one day, your roles in the car were reversed.

"I am serious, Lance," you said. You shook your hand, another demand for him to drop the keys in your hand.

He rolled his eyes and gave over the keys to his Aston Martin. You had driven it before, mostly when he wasn't in London, you weren't with him to the races, or whenever you ran last-minute errands.

"It better be worth it," He said, taking place in the passenger seat.

"You won't be a passenger princess for long, baby," You reassured him. "And I will let you drive on the way home."

Lance nodded, and you started driving to the ranch. Lance looked out of the window, trying to find any clues on where you were going, but after ten minutes, the busy city street changed into the quiet countryside streets.

"Not long?" He chuckled as he got more comfortable in his seat.

"Five more minutes," you informed him, and that information somehow made him even more comfortable.

Arriving on the ranch, Lance got out confusingly, "Baby, are you sure we're at–"

"Y/n!" A stranger called for you, earning your attention as you turned to where the sound came from.

"Henri!"

Lance got even more confused; he turned along and saw how you quickly hugged the older man. He straightened his back and smiled at Henri as the elder one reached out for his hand.

"You must be the boyfriend," Henri said, shaking Lance's hand. "I am Henri. Y/n used to work for me when she was still a student."

"Ah," Lance retorted, quickly licking his lips. "I am the boyfriend, indeed. Lance Stroll."

"Familiar name," Henri muttered, returning his attention back to you. "Y/n, where did you pick this boy up from again?"

You chuckled, "He's a racing driver, Henri. And I met him when I was at the headquarters of Aston Martin for that job application I told you about."

You didn't get the job, but you did get Lance, who had offered to give you that same job multiple times, but by the time you and him had gotten serious, you were already in a perfect position at your current job.

"Of course," Henri said enthusiastically. "She told me a lot about you before she started that corporate job."

Your cheeks got red as Lance smiled amusingly, "She did?"

"Enough, please," you begged both of them. "Henri, please lead us to Lance's surprise."

The three of you walked across the yard until you reached the building in the middle; Henri stopped in front of the door, "I already let them loose in their playroom. You know how it works, y/n. Good luck."

And Henri walked away, leaving Lance very confused. He reached out for your hand on the doorknob, "What is going on, baby?"

"I am not going to ruin the surprise two seconds before you see it yourself. You heard Henri, I have worked here. I know what's going to happen and how to handle things."

Lance gave you a quick nod, and you opened the door, entering a small, empty hallway. You grabbed Lance's hand and led him to the only other door.

"Ready?" You asked.

"More than ready," he answered.

You opened the door, and immediately, seven puppies ran up to you and the– now very surprised and amazed– boy next to you.

"Oh my–!" Lance exclaimed as the puppies jumped against him and let out little, playful barks. Lance kneeled down to give them attention– big mistake. All seven puppies jumped against him, causing him to fall over.

The puppies took advantage of Lance's vulnerable state, jumping on top of him and licking his hands and his face.

"Y/n!" Lance called out to you, his laugh echoing throughout the room. "Help!"

You first grabbed your phone to quickly snap some pictures. Lance tried to give equal attention to all the puppies, but he was totally outnumbered and there was no way for him even to try and get up.

"Y/n, please!" Lance begged, but the laughs were too contradicting to immediately act on his cries for help.

"You're doing great, baby," You said instead and kneeled down next to him in an attempt to get one of the puppies to go to you instead of to him. "They just seem to love you totally."

Lance chuckled; with the attention of the puppies divided between the two of you, he could finally sit up and give you a cheeky smile, "This was an ambush."

"You did it to yourself. I would never sit down that fast."

"And you didn't think of warning me?" Lance carefully grabbed one of the puppies and started petting it gently before the pup jumped away again.

"You can have a slight do-over with the German Sheppards in the next room. But they are still with their mom, so mostly it is just watching and reaching out your hand when they come to you yourself."

Lance chuckled, "This is already amazing, baby. Thank you."

"You wanna know the best part?"

Lance crocked his eyebrow as he tilted his head, waiting for you to give him the answer.

"We can adopt one," You said happily. "If you want to."

You didn't know how to describe what happened on your boyfriend's face; it went from confusion to realization to shock and happiness.

"What?"

You nodded enthusiastically, "Yeah! We can adopt one of the puppies, which will be yours, entirely. I will just take care of them whenever you're away."

Still, you could not describe the light in his eyes, the way the corners of his mouth must have started to hurt. Everything about him seemed light all of a sudden.

"You're not joking now?" He tried confirming with you.

"No, baby," you reassured. "This is my birthday gift to you."

Lance got up, maybe a bit too quickly, as the puppies tried jumping him again, but he made his way to you and crashed his lips against yours, "I love you so much." 

You cupped his cheek and pressed your lips back against his before whispering, "I love you too." 

It didn't take Lance long to sit back down and let the puppies playfully attack him again. You sat back as the smile on your face only kept growing. And the guilt you had felt this morning had completely disappeared. 

Seeing your boyfriend so happy, so playfully, and finally in the off-season felt incredibly good. 

"Hi there," Henri's voice cut through the laughs, giggles, and small barks. "Having fun, I see."

 You turned around and smiled, "He's in another world." 

"Lance," Henri only now gained Lance's attention. "That blonde over there and the brown one there are still up for adoption."  

Lance looked at both the puppies, his eyes breaking a little just thinking about leaving one behind, "Can't we adopt both?" 

He then looked at you, tilting his head as he gave you his best puppy's eyes. You let out a small groan, "Come on, Lance..." 

"Baby, please," he begged you. "I promise we will do them good. They will have each other to play with. I will spend so much time with the three of you." 

You rolled your eyes, but the smirk already gave away the answer you were about to give, "Only if you admit that I did one-up you on this birthday." 

Lance crawled to you, kissed your lips, and nodded, "You definitely did, baby." 

[lvis44]

People always get butthurt when I allude to DTS hate and it’s not hate of those who became fans from DTS.. honestly, WELCOME!! It’s hate to those who form MASSIVE opinions without watching an actual race ever or are arguing with stats when they’ve barely watched a full season (painfully common). I don’t care how you got into the sport, I’m glad you’re here, but don’t over compensate. I’ve been watching f1 for about 20 years (time I remember, I’m sure I watched it as an infant lol) and the amount of times I’ve found myself on Twitter with new fans trying to argue with me about stats and records is insane (they’re blatantly wrong, quick Google search shows it). I grew up in Pro Motorsport (won’t go further into that now but my father works for a literal rally race team ((not f1 obvi, feel free to ask questions but I will be careful))) and f1 was a staple in our family from day one. Sundays were reserved for f1 when we were all home, my mom always made a special breakfast (scrambled eggs, Pillsbury cinnamon rolls, buttered white toast ((a treat, always wheat breast during the week)) and bacon,) and my dad would wake me and my brother up no matter the time of the race (middle of the night races were our favorite because dad would bring home chicken wings and then let us stay up as late as we wanted lol, so we could watch live) they then let us sleep as long as we needed as long as all 4 of us had watched the race. My brother and I loved the SCREAM of the f1 cars (keep in mind this was 15 years ago so it was still V8s ((literally nothing compares to that, it’s magical, you feel it in your soul)), so our parents always saved up so we could go to at least quali in MTL, always GA but always amazing. I started going to those before Lewis was even in f1 but the second he touched f1 my family decided he was the one (my dad and brother have problems sticking with anyone not actively winning) but mom and I have stuck with Lewis. My parents have divorced and my brother and I are full grown adults but my dad still gets us together for f1 quali in MTL as tradition (even tho I will say quality for fans has gone down at least in MTL over the last few years). So don’t come into my anons arguing with me about stats and genuine facts… I grew up in mechanics, racing, and auto sport (yes they are different things) and I’ve been watching f1 my entire life… I mentioned my cousin getting into f1 through DTS and the anons came flooding. She is at least getting into it with knowledge behind her, she understands a lot more of the racing than so many of the absolute trolls out there do, she’s just enjoying fast cars and pretty men. ANYWAY…….

[emberfrostlovesloki]

Aaron and Criminal Minds March/Spring Prompt List

Photo credits: Left (@foxy-eva) Center (@agentdilfhotchner) Right (@enid-rhees)

Good evening loves! We made it to February! It’s hard to believe we are one month into 2024! I love the idea of the team during Spring time and I thought I'd make some March/Spring prompts because it makes me happy. This prompt list is inspired by the always amazing, @imagining-in-the-margins who always make the best prompt lists. I'm currently writing for her New Beginnings Challenge (linked) and having a blast). For my prompts, I won’t write for all these prompts, but I will for at least a few. The rules for using these prompts are that there are no rules! You could use any Criminal Minds characters, OCs, reader inserts, etc. You could draw, write, make mood boards, or imagine anything else. I have included 31 prompts for each day of the month. I also get inspiration from plain old words, so I’ve included 10 Spring words that might inspire something. Lastly, I’ve included a few dialog and art prompts too. You can find that all below the cut. If any of these prompts inspire you to create, I’d love to be tagged to see what you have made. This is all just for fun. I wish everyone a great start to the month. Please know I’m proud of you wherever you are right now. Love - Levi 🌸

General Prompts

Character A buys Character B their favorite flowers once they are in season.

Character A plans a fun day out at the park with their kid and they run into Character B unexpectedly.

The team gets called to a case on the beach in Florida.

Character A had experienced something bad this time last year and Character B checks in on them.

Character A buys a new swimsuit to feel confident in their own skin.

Spring Break with the BAU (young AU or present-day or anything else.)

Character A becomes addicted to a seasonal drink at a coffee shop and begs the barista to teach them how to make it.

Character A buys pastel lingerie for Character B.

A night of celebration after the case reveals feelings that have been hidden for over a year.

The newest member of the BAU has their birthday on their first case ever. The team still tries to make it something for them anyway.

A Character manages to catch a cold in the middle of Spring.

On an incredibly hot case, Character A collapses from heat exhaustion.

Characters A and B bump into each other at a music festival.

The team goes to the beach together and Character A and B awkwardly put sunscreen on each other.

Characters A develops an allergy to a favorite food and tries to find alternatives.

The BAU faces a lockdown in Quantico as an active threat is in the building.

Character A confesses their love to someone and gets turned down. Character B makes sure Character A is holding up okay after the rejection.

Character A gets drugged and Character B gets them to the hospital.

Character A has a bad dream and calls Character B; they talk till morning.

Breakfast in bed.

Characters A and B go on a date to a bookstore/record store and things get more frisky than expected.

Characters A and B try role play in bed for the first time.

Characters A and B take a road trip.

There is a malfunction on the jet and it makes an emergency landing. The team is stuck in the airport for a few hours.

Characters A and B get matching tattoos.

Characters A and B get a little too competitive about March Madness / Sports.

Characters A and B talk about possible baby names.

BAU case on a ranch in the West (Yeehaw).

It's Characters A and B's last night before their wedding.

A tragedy strikes the team at the worst time. The must bond to move on.

Easter Egg Hunt with the BAU.

Word Prompts

Refreshed

Swimsuit

Break

Lemonade

Tipsy

Easter

Park

Blossom

Picnic

Beach

Dialog Prompts 

“If you can beat me at beach volleyball, I'll do your files for a week.” 

“________ people wear sunscreen for a reason. You're all burned up.” 

“Do you have any idea how many people lose their virginity during Spring Break?” "No... Why do you ask?"

“Spring is great until you get to the allergies.” 

“This time of year isn't all it's cracked up to be. At least, not for me.” 

“_______ if you don't buy that sun dress and make ______ swoon I'm gonna believe love is dead.” 

Art Prompts

Any CM kid in a cute Easter costume. Bonus if the parent matches.

Any BAU member in a swimsuit.

A BAU prank gone wrong.

Garcia in the most SPRING outfit possible.

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[silverynight]

Comfort omega

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Chapter 13

Epilogue

Izuku wakes up with a smile on his face even though he knows he's alone in bed; Katsuki has gone to work early that morning and the omega knows he probably didn't want to wake him up.

He keeps smiling anyway, still having the sensation of his alpha's arm around his waist. Katsuki has gotten into the habit of wrapping his arms around Izuku's middle and pulling him closer to his body while he's asleep. The omega doesn't mind it at all, he loves Katsuki, although he also has become a lot more overprotective lately.

Izuku thinks it's because of the beautiful biting mark Katsuki has left on his scent glands or the fact that it's been a month since they got married.

Still, Izuku doesn't mind a protective alpha, as long as he doesn't start to tell him not to go to work or something, which of course Katsuki hasn't and probably never will because he's proven he's a very good alpha.

The omega finally gets off the bed, takes a quick shower and decides to make himself breakfast before going to work. Breakfast for one since Katsuki won't be coming back until later that day.

He makes himself pancakes and eggs... But as soon as his mouth touches one of those he starts feeling dizzy and nauseous. That's when Izuku decides that maybe breakfast is not meant for him that day and drinks a little bit of orange juice before heading to work.

***

After putting on his safety glasses, Izuku grins at the new piece of equipment for Uravity's suit. He knows she's going to love it.

"Bakugo, are you alright? You look a little bit pale." One of his co-workers asks, concerned.

"I'm fine, but thank you for worrying about me," Izuku says, smiling at her, although he's a little bit flustered now. It's been a month and he still gets warm and fuzzy inside whenever someone calls him by his new last name.

"You also smell more sweet than usual this morning," Hatsume points out, without taking her eyes from Red Riot's suit.

"What?" Izuku blinks in confusion, he hasn't noticed, even though he's a very intuitive omega. "I'm not going into heat, that was a couple of weeks a-ago."

He feels himself blush as he remembers he had to take a few days off (and Katsuki had to do the same) to spent it with his husband.

The omega shakes his head to push those memories away; that's definitely not the time to think about that.

"It's probably nothing to worry about," another of his co-workers says, waving his hand dismissively. "I mean... What if your scent is a little bit more sweet than usual? You still smell good to me."

Izuku nods and decides not to think about that for the rest of the day.

***

By the time he gets off work, Izuku is starving and since Katsuki is not back home yet (they've been texting each other every now and then) he decides to go get some dinner with Aoyama.

"I want the spiciest noodles you have," he finds himself saying to the waiter.

"Your explosive alpha asked you to bring him some?"

"No, this bowl is for me," the omega says, prompting Aoyama to quirk up one of his brows at him. "I know, I know... I mean I usually don't like food that burns my tongue, but today I'm craving spicy food... I don't know why."

"Sure. Just be careful, mon ami," Aoyama nods, although he observes him with curiosity for the rest of the evening. "Why don't you tell me about your day?"

Izuku does and when he finishes telling him, there's something different in Aoyama's eyes.

"So you felt dizzy? Only in the morning?"

"A couple of times during the day, especially around food, but there's nothing to worry about! I mean I'm perfectly fine now."

"You know what? Why don't we keep chatting for a bit in your fancy apartment?"

Izuku buys another bowl for Katsuki and gets into Aoyama's car, however, the blond omega stops at the pharmacy and tells Izuku to wait for him.

"Did you need suppressants?"

"Something like that... I also bought ice cream!"

Izuku can't help it, he gets a little bit distracted by the mention of ice cream.

"Chocolate?"

"Of course, mon ami."

***

Whenever he's back in their apartment, Izuku likes to put on comfortable shorts and one of Katsuki's t-shirts. He sits on the couch while Aoyama finds another two bowls to eat ice cream together.

However, at some point his friend approaches him without ice cream. Izuku feels tempted to pout, but then he notices Aoyama has a funny expression on his face.

"What is it?"

"Listen... I don't want you to get your hopes up, but I think you should take these two to the bathroom."

"What do you–" Izuku doesn't get to finish the question because that's when he sees the two pregnancy tests in his friend's hand. "Really? I mean..."

"I just thought about the things you told me... Especially about you feeling nauseous in the morning. This doesn't mean... Just don't get too excited yet."

Izuku can't help it, his heart is already beating happily and his hands shake a bit when he takes both tests and runs towards the bathroom.

He doesn't come back with an answer yet, because they have to wait a couple of minutes. Instead, Izuku tries to distract himself with a bowl of chocolate ice cream.

It doesn't quite work.

"It's okay if you're not. Don't get all sad because of that, you can keep trying..."

"It's time!" The green haired omega jumps off the couch, almost dropping his bowl in the process. He leaves it on the counter before he rushes towards the bathroom again, right where he left them.

"So?"

Positive. They're both positive.

Sobbing, Izuku runs out to hug his friend.

"I'm going to have a pup!"

"Maybe a couple..." Aoyama smiles back at him. "I can't believe I'm going to be Uncle Aoyama soon!"

Tearing up, Izuku touches his own belly, even though the pregnancy is not noticeable yet.

"Well... It's time for me to go because you have to tell something to your explosive alpha. Call me tomorrow, alright?"

Izuku nods, shaking a little. He feels nervous, even though he knows Katsuki is going to like the news.

***

By the time Katsuki comes back, Izuku has calmed down or that's what he thinks. He heats his alpha's noodles again and puts them in a bowl.

"Kacchan, I brought your favo–"

The alpha ignores the food completely and instead takes Izuku in his arms and buries his face in the curve of his neck.

"I missed you," Katsuki takes a deep breath, right before he starts kissing his cute omega all over the face.

Izuku can't help it, he starts sobbing, which prompts the pro hero to immediately take a step back and look at him with concern.

"What is it, Izuku? Did I hurt you?"

"No, no! Of course not!" The omega assures him, feeling Katsuki's thumbs on his cheeks, trying to wipe off the tears.

"Do I have to kill someone?"

"No," Izuku chuckles then, rubbing his nose against Katsuki's. "These are happy tears."

"But... Izuku..."

The omega cradles Katsuki's face in his hands and the smile on his face becomes wide despite the tears.

"Kacchan... I'm pregnant."

The pro hero freezes, even though there's a lot of emotions and thoughts glimmering in his eyes at once. Izuku bites his bottom lip with worry, a concern that only grows when Katsuki blinks, drops to his knees and puts both arms around Izuku's middle.

"Kacchan!"

"Are you sure?" The alpha has tears in his eyes as well, but he's fighting them, trying to keep it together.

"Yes! We're going to be parents, Kacchan!" Izuku squeaks with delight when he feels kisses on his belly before the pro hero carries him towards the couch and cuddles with him.

"You're the best thing that could've happened to me, Izuku."

That's when Izuku bursts into happy tears again. Katsuki tries to kiss them away even though he's tearing up too.

***

They tell their friends a couple of days later. Although they don't exactly get the opportunity to actually say the words because Ashido guesses right away.

Then Izuku is attacked with hugs; Katsuki growls at Todoroki when the other alpha pulls Izuku into his arms, but calms down when Izuku kisses the blond pro hero on the chin.

It's been a little bit challenging already, Katsuki has become a bit possessive and overprotective and has a hand on Izuku's waist most of the time.

Fortunately, he doesn't let his instincts get the best of him and their friends are more than used to his grumpy behavior already so none of them get mad at it.

"Congratulations!" Uraraka grins, before squeezing Izuku into her arms.

"Careful, round cheeks!"

"I'm fine, Kacchan!"

Of course, Katsuki's friends don't waste the opportunity to tease him about his overreactions when it comes to Izuku and his safety and even though he growls at them, the omega can tell he's having a good time.

He sits Izuku on his lap and keeps one of his big hands on Izuku's belly the whole time as the omega happily tells their friends how he found out he was pregnant.

"Did Blasty cry?"

"NO."

"Yes, he did." Izuku chuckles before giving his grumpy alpha a kiss on the forehead. The pro hero immediately softens. "He's actually very sweet."

Katsuki doesn't even deny it this time.

"You're going to be a great Dad, you know?" Izuku whispers against his ear, giggling when he notices the blush on Katsuki's cheeks.

He can tell his alpha is desperate to meet the pups, because even though they haven't gone to a doctor yet, Izuku is sure now that he's having two pups.

***

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[nicoline1998enilocin]

Yours, Forever | Chapter 11

PAIRING | Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 2.7K

SUMMARY | Going back to work wasn't as much of an adjustment as Y/N thought it would have been at first, but at one point het social anxiety catches up with her and completely catches her off guard. When a seemingly innocent game of Truth Or Dare also goes wrong, her body can't take it anymore and shuts down.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Swearing, slight anxiety attack, little bit of medical talk.

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It has been a few weeks since you spoke about everything with Bucky, and the two of you were slowly on your way up again. The two of you started doing more things together like movie nights or going out for lunch, stuff like that, but he also helped you move back into your apartment after having lived with Tony and Pepper for quite a long time. You adore their daughter, but it was time to start getting back on your own feet, and you did. The first night back into your apartment would be quite the adjustment, so you asked Bucky to stay over, which he gladly did. ''Of course doll, I'll sleep on the couch so I will be near if something's wrong,'' and you were glad he was because you weren't feeling your best that first night.

''Buck? Bucky?'' you softly tried to nudge him awake, even though you felt really bad about doing so. He was still dealing with nightmares and things like that, so you felt horrible about having to wake him up in the middle of the night, but he didn't mind. You needed him most at that moment, so he would wake up a thousand times over if it meant that you were feeling safe. ''Hey doll, something wrong?'' he asked with a sleepy voice as he sat up, making room for you on the couch to sit down with him. ''Can't sleep, somehow I can't seem to turn my brain off tonight, it sucks,'' you explain. ''I get it. Want to watch a movie for now?'' he offers and you gladly accept, so you watch Harry Potter with him, your comfort movie franchise. ''Come on, scoot a bit closer so you won't get cold,'' he said as he held up the blanket he was sitting under.

At first, you weren't sure if it was smart to do, but you decided to do it anyway, you need the comfort right now. You scoot over to his side, and he lifts his arm so you can snuggle into his side as he adjusts the blanket. ''Better?'' he asks and you softly nod, feeling happy in his grip right now. He places a gentle kiss on the top of your head and starts the movie, but you barely get through the first 15 minutes before he hears soft snores coming from you, notifying him you fell asleep already. He turned the movie off and tried to get some sleep too, which was rather easy with you by his side. ''Sleep well doll,'' he whispered into your hair followed by another kiss, but this time his lips lingered a little bit longer than they perhaps should have.

The next morning, Y/N got rudely pulled from her nice dream by her phone ringing, and when she wanted to get up, she felt a strong arm around her, pulling her closer. ''Let it ring, doll. 'M too comfortable,'' Bucky said and you let out a soft chuckle. ''Sorry Buck, I have to get it,'' you said and you managed to pry yourself from his grip and ran to your bedroom, almost tripping in the process. ''Told you that you should have stayed!'' Bucky laughed as he got up and stretched. He decided to see if he could make some breakfast for the two of you, and settled on scrambled eggs on toast. In the meantime you reached your phone, seeing it is Tony who called. You just missed it and called him back right away.

''Good morning honey,'' he said and you instantly got a smile on your face, hearing his voice always made you feel better. ''Morning!'' you said happily, but this happiness would not last long when you heard his next words. ''I thought we had a meeting 15 minutes ago, why weren't you there? Did you sleep okay last night?'' he said, and you looked at your watch, seeing the time. ''Oh fuck! I overslept Tony, I'm so sorry, can we reschedule? I'll be in the office today so I can swing by later,'' you offered and he agreed. ''Of course, but seriously, how was your night?'' he asked and you told him about what happened. ''Bucky slept over to make sure I wouldn't be alone and I didn't have the best night, so when I woke him up, we watched a movie and I fell asleep on the couch,'' you tell him, Tony didn't need to see you to know you were having a huge smile on your face.

''Well, sounds like a good night to me. Let's talk about it some more over lunch, okay? Just make sure you get your butt into the office because it's a real shit show again today,'' Tony sighed, and you agreed. ''Thanks for the heads up, see you later!'' you said and you hung up. ''Everything okay?'' Bucky asked when you walked back into the kitchen, and you explained it was Tony, I completely forgot I had a meeting with him, so I overslept, but I'll meet him for lunch so we can talk about it then,'' you said, giving Bucky a reassuring smile. He was cooking your eggs, and you were feeling extremely thankful so you wrapped your arms around him from behind, your chest flushed against his back and your head leaning in between his shoulders, letting out a content sigh.

''Thank you for everything, Buck. It means the world,'' you tell him and it makes Bucky blush, but he's glad you can't see. ''Anything for you, doll,'' he said before taking the toast out of the toaster and putting some eggs on them, handing you the plate. ''Thank you!'' you said cheerily, and you sat down at your kitchen table, enjoying your breakfast in the comfortable silence hanging around the apartment. It honestly felt good to have him there, you could get used to this. After breakfast, Bucky changed into some clothes he left at your apartment a while ago, and you changed into a light-colored outfit with your hair up in a simple ponytail today. Your outfit was light to match your outfit and you were ready. ''Wanna carpool with me today?'' you offered and Bucky gladly accepted.

Over the next few weeks, you have started to go see the Avengers a few times, mostly joining them for lunch, or going to their kitchen to get a coffee and talk to some of them. ''Hey honey, it's good to have you back with us again,'' Tony said during lunch, and you sat down next to him. You hum in response because you were having an off day today and you hoped that lunch with everyone would help you feel a little better. Spoiler alert; it didn't. Bucky and Steve tried making some small talk with you, but you couldn't focus, your mind constantly wandering as your anxiety started creeping into your chest, your breathing slowly becoming shallow. ''I'm sorry, something urgent came up,'' you say as you quickly slide your chair back and run to the bathroom, your anxiety getting the best of you this time.

That night, Bucky invites you over for dinner so he can figure out what happened, but you weren't ready to talk about it yet. He figured he'd come by your office so he could ask you to dinner there, but you weren't in your office. ''Hi Joy, do you happen to know where Y/N is? I wanted to come to see her, but she isn't here,'' Bucky asks your secretary. ''I'm sorry Sergeant Barnes, but she gave me specific orders to not let anyone know about her whereabouts, she said she wanted to be alone right now,'' she told him and went back to her work like nothing happened. Of course, she is well aware where you are in case something urgent comes up, but right now you needed to be in your happy place, and you didn't want anyone there with you right now.

Your office is nice and all, but there is no place in the Compound better than Tony's office. He has an amazing view of the city, and sometimes you like to sit in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows there and look out over the New York skyline. Tony isn't in the office today because he is taking care of Morgan, so you have it all to yourself. Your phone is next to you and you're wearing your earbuds right now with some music playing to help you calm down a little bit. Right now you're alone with your thoughts, and all of your emotions come flooding out all at once, tears are streaming down your face and you're trying your best to keep in your sobbing, but you can't. It's all too much right now, and you learned it's okay to let everything out every once in a while.

''Doll?'' Bucky asks when he hears your loud sobs coming from Tony's office. The door is closed but he decides to still open it, he knows Tony isn't in today so he just walks in, softly in order not to startle you right now. He sees you sitting in front of the window, and he walks up to your side and sits down without saying a single word, he's just there for you in whatever way you need. You don't look over at him when he sits down, but you're well aware of his presence and put your head on his shoulder and cry it out when he wraps his arms around you. ''It's okay doll, I'm here for you,'' he says. ''It's going to be okay, I'm by your side, nothing's going to happen to you,'' he said reassuring you, and he wrapped his arms around you to comfort you some more, and you sink into his arms, just sitting there for however long you need, but neither of you complains about it.

~ A few weeks later ~

Tony was having a 'simple' get-together with the Avengers, where everyone can just destress for a while with friends and a boatload of alcohol. You put on a grey dress because the weather is quite nice, and you were all sitting outside. You decided to sit next to Bucky today, and even though it did earn you some weird looks, you didn't mind it at all. ''Hey doll, looking good tonight,'' he said as you sat down next to him, making you blush a little. ''Thank you, you're not looking bad yourself tonight, Barnes,'' you reply, earning a big smile. He was wearing a comfy outfit that looked good on him, mostly because it was quite different from what he usually wore. ''Thanks,'' he said getting a little shy now, he wasn't used to getting compliments, especially from someone like you.

''So, now that everyone is here, I think we should play some truth or dare!'' Natasha said, she already had quite a lot to drink so in her mind it would be perfect, but you were not nearly drunk enough at that point, just finishing your second drink of the night. ''Can I get some more to drink in that case? I need more alcohol or I have to play that again!'' you joke and Bucky instantly hands you a beer. ''You're the best, thanks!'' you tell him and happily take it from him, taking a big gulp. ''Okay, you guys start while I catch up,'' and they gladly did, but there was a shift in the air you weren't quite aware of, but the rest of them were, some of them were hoping they could get you and Bucky to do something, which hasn't been successful so far.

''Y/N, truth or dare?'' Steve asked you, and you figured since it was him, there wouldn't be any harm in taking on a dare for a change. ''Dare,'' you say as you shift in your place, scooting closer to Bucky who gladly puts his arm around your waist, letting his hand rest on your hip. Steve got a very mischievous look in his eyes as he knew exactly what he wanted to ask you to do. ''I dare you to kiss Bucky, like when you were in Italy,'' he said, referring to the make-out session you had in Bucky's tent when all of you were camping, where he accidentally walked in on the two of you. Bucky looked at you to see if you were okay with kissing him, but you weren't ready at all, both of you decided to take it slow. ''I- uh... I'm sorry'' you say before quickly getting up and running out of the building, you needed to get out of there.

You were running towards the elevator when Bucky followed you, trying to get you to stop. ''Doll, wait! Please, wait for me,'' he said even though he knew damn well he could reach you easily if he picked up his pace even slightly. He still wanted to give you a little space right now, so he didn't. ''No Buck, please leave me alone,'' you say not looking at him. ''I just want to'' is all you could get out before you got an unbearable cramp in your lower abdomen, which in itself wasn't weird since you got your period that day, but this amount of pain is something you've never felt before. You sink to the floor with almost animalistic groans leaving your throat, while you sink to the floor clutching your stomach in pain. Bucky was with you in three long strides so he could help you. ''What's wrong, doll?'' he asked, the worry very much present in his voice. ''Cramp...'' is all you said before you got another bad wave of the same cramps.

''Let me bring you to the medbay, they can look you over there,'' he said and you nodded, so he picked you up and went to the medbay with you in his arms. They immediately put you on a bed and gave you some painkillers that kicked in almost instantly, so you would at least be comfortable. There were a lot of different tests done to figure out what happened, and eventually figure out that you're suffering from a condition called endometriosis. ''What is that?'' Bucky asked. ''Endometriosis is a disease in which tissue that is similar to the lining of the uterus grows outside the uterus. This can cause severe pain like the pain she just had, and it can also make it harder to get pregnant if you were planning on doing so,'' the doctor explained, but it didn't quite sink in with you.

At that moment, the only thing you could think was ''Why is this happening to me?!'' as you fell asleep softly, with Bucky next to you. You stretched out your hand for him and he gladly accepted, softly enclosing his hands around yours which made you giggle. ''Feels weird, one warm and one cold,'' you said referring to his Vibranium arm. With that, you fell into a deep sleep which you desperately needed, and Bucky shot off a text into the group chat, saying the two of you were in the medbay right now. It was barely 5 minutes since he texted everyone when Tony ran into the room. ''What happened?!'' he asked out of breath, but oddly sober after that news.

''She collapsed on her way to the elevator, so I brought her here. They did some tests and found out she was suffering from something called endometriosis. They gave her some painkillers and she's been asleep for the last 30 minutes, but it would appear she's doing okay now,'' Bucky explained, the rest of the Avengers standing in the doorway to listen as well. ''It seems that the woman can't catch a fucking break to safe her life,'' Sam joked, which only earned him death glares from both Bucky and Tony, so he quickly shut up. Both men stayed by your side the entire time, and when you woke up you were happy to see both of them. ''It's nice to have my two favorite men by my side,'' you croaked out when you woke up, and they were glad to see you were feeling better already.

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Yankee wanker part trois

Building some more evidence that is not going to help me feel more at home here in the slightest. I was thinking about the birthday I had in New York and how my birthday post, were I to make one, would now probably come a year late, but also how that is an experience that I couldn’t have had here. It’s funny. I’ve seen Kode9 in New York and I’ve seen Kode9 in London and both experience were very drastic. Is it fair of me to compare them? Probably not. However, I will.

To talk about the day I saw Kode9 in New York, I need to rewind all the way to the very start of the day, the moment midnight struck. I turned 26 in some random guy’s apartment. His friends had left a few minutes prior, leaving only G and I with him as he plowed through blow with baseball still playing on his TV. There was one of those light up waterfall frames on the floor next to it. We left not too long after and I grabbed myself a bacon egg and cheese to celebrate my old age. The morning after, I was surprised by a birthday breakfast, with a candle propped up in the middle of my pancake. G really is such a perfect friend to have. Anyway, I don’t remember much of the rest of my day up until the evening. G and his friend had bought this antique Samovar and had propped themselves up in front of Bossa at night, offering tea for a dollar to anybody who wished to have one in the wee hours of the night. This was going to be their second iteration, in the middle of Maria Hernandez park. I crossed paths with Umru on our way to share tea with strangers. The evening started pretty quietly, with mostly friends joining us to share a relaxing beverage out of this Russian contraption. As the night went on, more and more people joined us, exchanging giggles and dances. There was a group of older Latino gentlemen next to us, gratuitously taking care of DJing the evening with the help of their giant boombox. Both of our groups ended up merging after a member of our tea party pointed out the shirt one of these men was wearing said, unbeknownst to him: “Don’t bully me, I’ll cum”. We danced so much they went and bought this massive bottle of wine and I finally revealed to the group that today was actually my birthday. So here I was, in the middle of this park in Brooklyn, happily cheering with a bunch of strangers of all ages to my 26th year of life on this silly planet. Hard to say if any birthday is ever going to top this, especially since the night wasn't even over yet. We still had to head to Silo to catch the man of the hour, legend Kode9. He was playing live which is always bittersweet for a serial Shazamer and obsessive archivist. On one hand, it is pretty sad to think this might be the last time I hear some of these melodies. On the other, it is freeing to attend a show and only have to focus on the now, forced to fully lose yourself to the music. I think we had taco truck food after, then I went back home, one year wiser.

Now on to London….

Well, I went to see Kode9 on the Friday of my first week at my new job. I had gone out for drinks with my co-workers, as brits do, and I must say: I got wasted like shit. Spent a nice chunk of the night talking with this person I think didn't match me on Hinge and they were pretty cool. Anyway, I got drunk bitch. Like real drunk. I remember walking to my place on autopilot, mindlessly calling the Chinese joint on my way in order to pick up the noodles I had just started craving out of nowhere. I went inside, devoured, napped for literally 10 minutes and went out to London’s attempt at their very own Berghain (or maybe not but they did also confiscate my Mini DV...). I also kind of forgot that they actually care about poppers here and the hag at the door took my freshly Paris-imported golden bottle of pleasure and threw it in the bin. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the klepto in me (most likely a mix a both), but the moment she turned away, I did just snatch my bottle right back. Once inside, the music was good, but my God was I not well. I sat on the floor for a little and a few people came up to me to check up. When I couldn’t handle it anymore, I stepped out and sat out for a little nap, only to get told by security that I had to leave if I was to sleep. I think I got approached by 4 or 5 people in total during my first hours there, just asking me if I was fine. Anyway, after I sobered up a little, I could finally enjoy the music a little more. The music was good obviously, but you can only enjoy yourself so much when in that state I think, especially when you're by yourself. I went to the smoking section for some air, and potentially make a friend like I tend to do in the city that owns my heart. Instead, I got a man coming up to me asking me if I was dressed as Ash Ketchum. He told me I could join him and his friends and needless to say, I went back on the dancefloor, by myself. I caught what I could of kuffiyeh-wearing DJ Paypal, but my battery (both human and phone) was running dangerously low. I chose to be cheap and commute home. B and I were texting and she mentioned a bacon sandwich from Wendy’s which made me crave the same bacon egg and cheese I got the day I turned 26. However, as you can imagine, that is not possible to get at 4:30am in South East London. Thus, my still slightly inebriated ass decided to walk in the first 24 hour shop I saw to try and get bacon to make myself one at home. I walked in the first store I saw with lights on. There were 3-4 guys standing at the door, smelling of weed who might have said something as soon as I came in. All of a sudden, I felt my common-sense re-entering my body, feeling unsafe for the first time since being here. As I was leaving, bacon-less mind you, one of them tells me his friend wants my number. Headphones on ears, I pretend not to have heard and start power walking the fiercest way imaginable. After all, I was slightly drunk girl, alone, in the middle of the night, about a 15 minute walk away from home, with nobody to come rescue me in case of emergency. These guys easily could’ve done horrible things to me if they wanted and I’m very grateful they didn’t. After what felt like the longest strut ever, I got home, exhausted and still anxious, barely remembering most of my evening. That was the time I saw Kode9 in London.

Are you getting it now?

[jakestravels]

Europe 2022 - Day 4 - Zagreb to Neustadt

Man, some days are just rougher than others.

I was awoken at 10:40 AM by one of the hostel people swinging the dorm door over and clicking on the lights. “Hey, Jake!” she said. “You were supposed to check out.”

I didn’t know who she was, but she knew my name, so clearly I was late. I was still drunk(ish) and in a half-stupor. “Okay, I’ll hurry,” I mumbled.

I chucked all of my shit in my backpack - I had extra space, so i wasn’t too worried about getting a tetris-like pack job in. I was out in 10 minutes, and realized they waited 40 extra minutes before ejecting me. That was nice.

I got to the front and dropped by bag - I had a flight in a few hours and wanted to explore some more. I asked about breakfast, like a real proper American or English breakfast, because I needed it. No one knew anything, but I was suggested a place called Roots.

Roots had smoothies, and I got one, though they all banana, likely because it’s a thicc fruit. I also saw no eggs, but caught glance at some avocado toast and thought, “I’m from Portland and have a beard. Yeah, I could pull that off.”

Sometimes when you think about staple foods, you imagine their going to be the same everywhere, right? Eggs are eggs, milk is milk, butter is butter.

Simply not true.

Now this is in no way a slight against any country, but we each have our own palate, and that varies from person to person, as well as country to country. I remember my first time out the country, when I saved up my shekels to attend school in Spain. Before I started the school, I had just enough money to fly in early and stay in Madrid for a week. But there were zero extra frills. I ate sandwiches out of the grocery store, and was thrilled to find out that the hostel provided a breakfast that was more than a piece of bread. (Jesus, Europeans loooovvvveeee their breakfast breads.) I came down to find not one, not two, but three cereals, milk, fruit and coffee.

I haven’t eaten much cereal since I was a kiddo: It was almost every day we ate it, and due to a combination of being lower middle class and perhaps my parents caring just enough (or perhaps not at all?) we got basic-ass cornflakes, or basic-ass raisin bran, or puffed wheat or rice. If you don’t know what those last ones are, good for you. But what if I called them “Completely unflavored and bland-ass Sugar Snaps?”

Cuz that’s what they are. Fucking packing peanuts in a bowl with milk.

Anyway, getting way off topic here. Point is: I don’t have a lot of Saturday Morning Cartoon TV commercials in my life where I’m eating sugary bright colors fruity sugar bombs. Just adult cereals. But I admit, I do have a soft spot for raisin bran. So in that moment, at that hostel, with very little money, I grabbed a big bowlful, poured some milk, and took a bite.

Something was wrong. Way wrong. The milk... tasted like plastic.

Now if the Jeopardy question was, “This country makes everything take like not-real food,” we both know your answer would be, “What is America?” (And they call it the states here in Europe, because Canada and Mexico are also America, as if the whole damn continent below that as well. But that’s a story for another day.)

Other non-Americans were happily eating and didn’t see the issue. Well it turns out that many countries ultra-pasteurize their milk. This removes things that can make it spoil, and allows it to be shelf-stable. Can you imagine milk from your pantry that’s been sitting there for six months?

Now if you’re used to it, fine. It’s all you knew: it’s what you grew up with. But I simply cannot. Something in the process changes the flavor, and like calling American cheese, while it sorta is, it’s also not. At all.

So yeah! My story! Right! This isn’t why you’re reading (or is it?) So I got the avocado toast. And I feel as if you have a contract with avocado toast. Everything that’s included is built into the title. Except whatever the green goo was on the toast, it was not wholly avocado. It was cut with something, and it did not sit well.

I did some wandering, but not the whole, “Ooh! Let’s go out and explore!” but more of the zombie-like “please let a tram strike me down and end this misery” type. I found some historic buildings and snapped a few photos, but my heart wasn’t in it.

I gave up the ghost, grabbed my pack, and wearily made my way to the airport. I hadn’t take a shower; I felt like death warmed over. Which always feel greattt when you’re flying.

I deboarded the plane at Baden-Baden airport, an old military airport in the state of the same name. After a few buses and trains, I found myself in Neustadt, a quaint German town nestled into the mountains. Many moons ago, when I hitchhiked throughout the US, I ran into a German family who said if I should ever be in Germany, to look them up. And so I did! Unfortunately the family has split a bit - the kids are grown and gone, and  Gabi, the wife, lost her husband due to a surprise heart attack a few years ago. But we caught up over homemade pumpkin soup, and I slept like a rock.

[choking-on-tae]

ATEEZ Reaction to: You making them breakfast the morning after

Anon: Can I get a fluffy/slightly smutty scenario of y/n making Ateez breakfast the morning after?😉

A/N: I'm all for this request. It's so fucking cute!!!! And maybe a bit suggestive. Might have let myself get a bit carried away with some.. Yeosang. Anyways as usual gifs aren't mine and credits to the rightful owners! x

Seonghwa

Seonghwa's eyes flicker a few times before fully opening, turning around to face you when he's met with an empty bed. He furrows his eyebrows as he looks around the room, not being able to see you anywhere. It's then that a delicious smell makes it's way into his nostrils. A bright smile spreads across his face as he jumps out of bed, making his way to the kitchen when he finds you standing in front of the stove.

His favorite apron wrapped around you as you flip the pancakes. Seonghwa feels his heart flutter as he makes his way towards you. Wrapping his arms around your middle as he presses himself against your back, making you giggle.

"Good morning baby, did you sleep well?"

Seonghwa hums in response as he rests his chin on your shoulder, watching you make the pancakes and plating them.

"I'll grab the syrup and stuff." He mumbles, pulling himself away from you as he sets the table.

He sits down next to you as he starts to dig in, humming softly as he tastes the delicious pancakes. "Hm, these are really good."

You smile in response as you too start to dig in. Pouring the syrup over the pancakes as you take a bite.

"Why all of this though? I mean I really appreciate it but I can't help but wonder why? I didn't forget an anniversary, did I?"

You chuckle upon seeing his wide eyes and quickly assure him that he didn't forget anything. Seonghwa visibly relaxes as he flashes you a bright smile, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek as he tugs your hair behind your ear.

"Thank you sweetheart. I really appreciate it."

Hongjoong

Hongjoong makes his way to the kitchen when he sees you standing next to the stove, scrolling trough your phone as you check the recipe once again. Hongjoong chuckles at the sight as he walks up to you, hugging you from behind as he pulls you closer against him. Burying his face in your neck as he trails kisses down the expense of your neck, making you giggle until you feel his starting to suck down on the skin.

"Joong.. I'm trying to make you breakfast."

"Hm, I think I want something else for breakfast."

Your cheeks heat up at his words as you try to push him away, to no avail. Hongjoong only tightens his grip on you as he starts to grind against you. "We can have breakfast after."

Deciding that two can play his game, you turn around in his hold and press your hands against his chest. Looking into his eyes as you tilt your head slightly, smirking up at him.

"Or, we have breakfast first. After all you can't have sex on an empty stomach."

Hongjoong chuckles deeply before nodding his head. "Alright, you win this round. Those eggs look pretty damn good."

You smile brightly as you lean in to press a kiss against his cheek, turning around to notice that the eggs are ready. You grab two plates and put the eggs on them before handing one of then to Hongjoong, who happily accept the plates and moves to sit down at the kitchen table. Pulling you with him so you can sit down next to him as you two eat your breakfast.

"I didn't forget about your suggestion, baby. Once we're done we're going back upstairs. Unless you want me to bend you over this kitchen counter."

Your eyes widen at his words as you feel your cheeks heat up again, trying desperately to avoid his gaze as Hongjoong chuckles besides you.

Yunho

He just looks so cute here!!

Yunho happily skips down the stairs, turning around to go to the kitchen when he sees you staring at him, eyes wide and your mouth wide open.

"No!!! You shouldn't be up yet!"

Yunho chuckles when he notices the pans in your hands, knowing that you were probably trying to make breakfast to surprise him. Which makes his heart flutter.

"I'm sorry, I was hungry."

You pout softly as you turn on the stove, waiting for the pan to heat up so you can pour the batter in. Meanwhile Yunho makes his way towards you and pulls you in his arms, pressing a kiss against your forehead.

"Thank you sweetheart. Let me help you."

You nod softly as you pour the batter in the pan while Yunho sets the plate. Knowing that you shouldn't let Yunho make the pancakes since he'll probably burn down the kitchen.

Yunho watches you with a bright smile on his face as you set the pancakes down in front of him. "Why did you want to make pancakes?"

"I wanted to thank you."

Yunho instantly knows that you're talking about last night, and can't help but smirk. "You know you don't have to thank me baby. I enjoyed it just as much as you did."

Your eyes widen upon hearing his words as you feel heat rush through your entire body. Yunho notices your reaction and pulls you closer to sit on his lap. He moves your plate of pancakes in front of you so you can have breakfast while sitting on his lap.

"Are you sur-" "-Yes I want to have breakfast with you like this. If you're okay with it."

You giggle softly as you lean in to kiss his lips softly. "I'm more than okay with it."

Yunho smiles brightly as he feeds you a bite of his pancakes. Soft giggles filling the kitchen as you two enjoy your breakfast together.

Yeosang

Yeosang opens his eyes, only to find you hovering over him, brushing his hair out of his face to press a kiss against his forehead. He smiles softly at you as he pulls you closer to kiss your lips.

"Good morning sweetheart." He mumbles, his voice still laced with sleep.

"Good morning. I made breakfast."

Yeosang's eyes widen when they land on the tray that's seated on the bedside table. Filled with delicious fruits, pancakes and drinks. He turns back to you, his heart filling with love as he tries to find the right words to say. You giggle when you notice his reaction and pull him closer to you, wrapping his arms around his neck as you press a kiss against his cheek.

"I wanted to do something for you, since you always do so much for me."

Yeosang moves to sit up and places the tray of food on his lap, grabbing the two plates on there and handing one to you.

"You really didn't have to do all this. Although it looks delicious."

You smile at your boyfriend as you reach other to grab the chocolate syrup for him. Handing it to him. When Yeosang grabs it and pours it over his pancake an idea pops up in his head. Maybe it's not so bad to have breakfast in bed after all, he thinks.

Yeosang smirks to himself as he looks at you, watching how you're oblivious to his thoughts as you munch on your pancakes.

"Hey, Y/N?" "Hm?"

"Maybe we can use this chocolate syrup later."

Your eyes widen as you almost choke on the food, staring at your boyfriend in shock as he just smirks at you. As if he just talking about something innocent.

"Uhm.. I mean sure?"

Yeosang chuckles deeply as he drops some of the chocolate syrup on his finger before smearing it across your neck. Leaning in instantly to lick it up. The feeling of his tongue on your neck makes your breath hitch as your hand finds it's way to his hair, softly tugging on it as he starts sucking on the skin.

Yeosang pulls back with a smirk as he winks at you. "We're definitely going to have fun with this."

San

San wakes up to the smell of pancakes and jumps out of bed instantly. Usually he has a lot of trouble getting up but when he smells something delicious he's up in a heartbeat. He races down the stairs to find you standing in the kitchen, plating up the pancakes as you turn around to face him with a bright smile on your face.

"Good morning! I made pancakes!"

San nearly jumps in excitement when he sees them. Knowing that you make some of the best pancakes he's even tasted. He runs up to you and engulfs you in a hug, squeezing you tightly as he presses kisses all over your forehead, cheeks and finally kisses your lips. You giggle in response as you try to push him away.

"Let's eat. We don't want the pancakes to get cold."

That's all San needs to hear before he pulls away, kissing you one last time and mumbling a soft 'thank you' before sitting down at the table. You do the same as you watch your boyfriend stuff his mouth with pancakes, making you giggle.

"Hm, these are so good! Seriously you make the best pancakes."

You feel your cheeks heating up at his compliments as you too take a bite of your pancake. "Why did you make them, actually? Usually you only make them on special occasions."

"I just wanted to thank you for the wonderful evening."

Now it's San's turn to blush, giggling awkwardly as he hides his face behind his hand. You giggle at his reaction as you feel your heart flutter. Your boyfriend is just too cute sometimes.

"I'm definitely willing to do that more often if I get such a delicious breakfast as a thank you."

You playfully roll your eyes at his words as San giggles, his chest filling with warmth as he watches you with a fond smile spread across his face. "I'm serious baby. Thank you this is amazing."

Mingi

As soon as Mingi notices the delicious looking breakfast in the kitchen he scratches his head, panic rising as he thinks long and hard about what he forgot. Is it your anniversary? That can't be since that's in two weeks. Another special date? There must be something he's missing here. Your bright smile disappears as soon as you see Mingi's panicked look, making your way over to him and wrapping your arms around his middle. This catches Mingi's attention as he looks down at you.

"Mingi, are you okay?"

"I... fuck I'm so sorry. I.. what did I forget? I don't know what I-" Your eyes widen when he realize why he's panicking. A soft chuckle escapes your lips as you pull him closer. "No you're not forgetting anything! Don't worry baby."

Mingi's eyes furrow in confusion as he looks at you. "What? But then why-" "-I wanted to surprise you. Just because."

Mingi can't help the smile that spreads across his face as his cheeks heat up. Feeling his heart flutter as he laces his fingers with yours, leaning down to press a kiss against your forehead.

"Thank you so much, but you really didn't have to."

"I know, I just wanted to thank you for last night."

Mingi's eyes widen once again as he chuckles awkwardly, feeling his cheeks heat up as he takes a seat at the breakfast table. You sit down next to him as you start eating, feeling Mingi's eyes on you the whole time.

"What's it baby?"

Mingi's shy exterior from before long gone as he smirks at you as he says, "I was thinking.. since you thanked me for last night by making this, that maybe I should thank you for this delicious breakfast. Hm?"

Wooyoung

Wooyoung is sleeping peacefully when you enter the bedroom. A fond smile spreads across your face as you place the tray on the nightstand, trying to be quiet as to not wake your boyfriend. You take a seat on the edge of the bed as you brush Wooyoung's hair out of his face, leaning in to press a kiss against his forehead. When you want to pull away you feel him grabbing your wrist, his eyes opening as he smiles at you.

"Good morning."

Instead of replying, Wooyoung pulls you down so you're laying on top of him. You let out a soft chuckle as you see the glint in his eyes. Knowing exactly what he's up to.

"I made breakfast."

Wooyoung turns his head and spots the tray of food on the nightstand. His eyes widen slightly before turning back to you. "Really? Why did you do that? Not that I'm not grateful it's ju-" "-I wanted to."

Wooyoung smiles brightly as he examines the food, noticing how it's all cold and there's nothing that needs to be eaten right away. Perfect. His lips curl into a smirk as he turns to face you again. Placing his hand on the back of your head and pulling you down to kiss him.

You smile against his lips as you feel him flip you over so now you're laying on your back. Wooyoung doesn't break the kiss as he trails his hands down your body. When you two finally pull apart to gasp for air you can't help but giggle when you see his disheveled state. His hair is sticking in all directions because you ran your fingers through it.

Wooyoung notices and quickly pushes his hair down, trying to make it more presentable. "There's no need to do that since I'm gonna ruin it anyways."

Wooyoung looks at you with wide eyes before he smirks, biting down on his bottom lip as he places both hands on either side of your head. Effectively caging you in as he leans down until his lips are brushing against yours.

"Oh yeah? Do it then."

Jongho

Jongho feels confused when he notices you're not laying next to him, especially after last night. It wasn't the first time you two had sex but it was definitely special. He went all out with rose petals and stuff and you told him how grateful you were that he put so much effort into it. That's why he frowns when he doesn't spot you. Did you leave already? He pouts softly as he gets out of bed, quickly throwing on a shirt before making his way to the kitchen. He's just out of the door when he nearly bumps into you.

"Oh my god watch out!"

Jongho's eyes widen when he examines the tray of food you're carrying. Feeling stupid for even thinking that you could have possibly left without saying anything.

"You made this...?"

You nod your head as you make your way to his bedroom, Jongho following closely behind. You gently place the tray on the bed as you take a seat. Jongho does the same as you hand him a plate, putting a croissant on it as you flash him a soft smile.

"Why did you do this?" He asks, taking a bite of the croissant while he waits for your response.

"Well, I wanted to thank you for last night. You put so much effort into it that I wanted to do something for you in return."

Jongho's heart flutters as he feels his cheeks heating up, letting out an awkward chuckle as he realizes he must be full on blushing now.

You giggle at his cute state as you feel your heart warm. "I know you're gonna tell me I didn't have to, but I wanted to."

Jongho nods at your words as he leans in to press a kiss against your cheek, pulling back to look you in the eyes as he says, "Thank you. Really."

You pull him back for another kiss as you whisper, "I love you."

Jongho full on blushes as he chuckles awkwardly, still not used to hearing you say that. He quickly composes himself as he leans in to give you one last kiss.

"I love you too, baby."

[genshin-no-simp]

Diluc x Reader - Birthday Boy (Smut)

Pairing: Diluc x You/Reader (Female)

Sexual conent below the cut

Warnings: semi-public sex, tummy bulge? fluff ending.

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It took a weeks worth of preparation on your part to get everything in place, all for this one day. This one special day. But it was worth it.

After all, Diluc did deserve rest on his birthday.

You made sure there was nothing that needed doing, nothing that warranted Diluc to leave the comfort of the Manor. You were exhausted but you knew this was only a fraction of the work that Diluc did. It was your motivation to make sure everything was in order, of course with the help of Elzer and Adelinde.

And when the night before his birthday approached, you reassured him that he could take this chance to sleep in for once. Diluc wasn't against the idea but he wasn't sure if his body clock would allow him to sleep in. But little did he know, he was exhausted and only once he hit this pillows did he realize this.

When Diluc had finally woken, he groaned softly bringing his hand up as he ran his fingers through his unruly morning hair, that's when he noticed you weren't beside him. In an instant he shot out of bed, looking around. You never got out of bed before him. About to leave the bed himself his door opened and your figure came into view. You were still in your night dress. Diluc sighed in relief, then raised his eyebrow at the tray.

"What's this?" His voice low and husky since he had just woken up.

You weren't going to lie, his voice was enough to set a fire burning inside you. But today was about him. You smiled with a giggle.

"What does it look like? Breakfast of course. So sit back in bed." You came to his side of the bed.

From this close up Diluc could see properly just how little your night dress left to the imagination. Then he realized, you went to the kitchen like that, and he frowned, anyone could have seen you, which seemed to pissed him off.

"Don't worry I had the kitchen to myself, only Adelinde, Moco and Hillie are here at the moment." You knew what was running through his head. Diluc had a tendency to get overly possessive sometimes. But it's one of his faults that you fell in love with regardless.

Diluc looked away, half embarrassed and half ashamed that you knew without a doubt that he didn't want other people, especially men to see you like this. You gave another soft giggle setting the bed table down.

Diluc cleared his throat and looked at you, "what's the occasion?" He then lowered his gaze to the food and didn't know where to start, everything looked so enticing. He smiled at the eggs that you put a little extra effort in to make look like hearts.

You sat on the opposite side of him careful not to knock the glasses of grape juice over on the tray. You gave a little hum.

"Well what day is it?" You asked him instead. Diluc tilted his head, pulling the fork from his mouth. Once he was finished chewing he spoke.

"Friday." He stated matter of factly.

"Yes, but what date is it?" You cocked your head to the side, watching him. He totally forgot about his birthday didn't he? You thought to yourself.

"Um..." Diluc didn't know why but he felt pressured, as if you would give out to him, if he got this wrong.

Was it your birthday? No that's not till a few months.

Was it your anniversary? No that just passed.

At this point you were struggling to keep your laughter in.

"Luc, come on. It's your birthday." You rolled your eyes laughing.

Then it clicked, it suddenly made sense, from why you told him to sleep in, to breakfast in bed.

"That's it?" He asked, indifferently.

"What do you mean 'that's it's? You only get one birthday, and I'm going to make sure you get the most out of it." Diluc could hardly deny you, not with how passionate you were about it. But it's just another day, birthday or not.

"I appreciate the sentiment, but there's still work-"

"I do believe there is nothing for you to do today. Everything is already taken care of. It's you day." This time you were much more calmer as you smiled sweetly at him.

Now he definitely couldn't say no. He had a feeling you did a lot to get him this day of peace. Besides it's been so long since he's actually celebrated his birthday. Not that he cared to remember it considering what happened all those years ago...but maybe now is the time to move on from that, it's getting real tiring anyway.

Diluc smiled at you, yes from now on he will celebrate his birthday with you.

Diluc had to admit, it was nice, having all this free  time AND getting to spend it with you. The two of you spent most your time outside, walking through the vineyard and occasionally eating a grape or two, at one point you started playing hide and seek. Instead of finding it childish, Diluc found it oddly refreshing. Just being able to let loose for once.

Currently he was hiding, making sure to keep his eye out for you and staying on the move, it was cheating of course but it added to the fun, but you were an expert at hide and seek and knew all the tricks in the book. Just as he turned around, you seemingly popped out of nowhere.

"Found yooou~" you giggled tackling him into a hug.

Caught of by both your sudden appearance and the hug he fell backwards onto the ground.

"Thought you could escape me huh?" You nuzzled into his neck.

Diluc chuckled holding you close to his body.

"I thought I would've had a better chance than that." He admitted.

You sat up on his chest, while he propped himself up his elbows. The light from the sun creeped through the cracks of the vineyards many grape pergolas. It wasn't the most private of places but nobody would notice the two of you unless they looked.

Cupping Diluc's cheek, you leaned down to kiss him, which without hesitation he accepted. It was a delicate kiss, both of you could feel the love and affection that you held for each other. It was truly something.

When you went to pull away from the kiss, Diluc pulled you back for more, shifting his weight onto his left arm, his right arm snaked around your waist his hand pressing agaisnt the middle of your back, giving you no chance to move. Diluc wasn't done with you just yet.

Gripping his shoulders you pushed him back down onto his back, Diluc gave a mental sigh finally able to take the pressure off his left arm. Now he had both his around wrapped around you securely. He made you feel so safe, you never wanted to leave his arms but lucky for you, he wasn't going to let go anytime soon.

It wasn't long before his hands started to wander, touching and caressing your body. Soft gasps and pants escaped from you, Diluc used every opportunity to dive into your mouth. The intensity of the kiss was making you lightheaded, but in a good way. Your body burned and your heart was racing. You could tell Diluc was the same, you could feel his heart pounding against his chest right under your hand, not only that but at how brazenly he lifted your pale mint dress up to touch your bare skin. It made you shudder, Diluc had opted to be gloveless today, it was certainly a change in pace compared to his usual leather. Being able to feel his skin on yours right away was making you feel impatient.

Finally allowed to pull away from the kiss, a string of saliva followed. Diluc gazed at you with hooded eyes, his normally bright ruby eyes, dark and heavy with lust. You licked your lips, sitting up on him once again. One of the straps on your dress slipped down your shoulder. Diluc held back his growl and his urge to flip you over. You weren't even trying to seduce him and he was already under your spell.

Gripping your thighs he pushed you lower down until your clothed womanhood rubbed against the bulge in his pants. You failed to catch the moan before it fell from your lips. Diluc smirked, knowing you were just as excited as he was right now.

Diluc was planning on teasing you some more before you had decided to take back some control. Abruptly you grinded yourself against him, biting your lip. It was Diluc's turn to let out a surprised moan as his hips bucked up into yours.

"Ah~ Diluc." You fumbled for his belt buckle. If Diluc wasn't as impatient he would've chuckled and teased you. Maybe it was the sun, maybe it was the free time or maybe it was just you. But he wasn't complaining. Diluc hissed in relief, feeling his member finally free of its painful confinement.

You were going to lower yourself further but he grabbed your arm pulling you into a kiss.

"No time for that." He breathed heavily between kisses. Of course there was time he just wasn't interested in that right now, he just wanted you, in which case he used his Vision to burn the sides of your underwear and discard the rest.

Now with your underwear out the way, Diluc could feel how wet you really were. It was cute how excited you had gotten without any foreplay, perhaps the fact that you were technically out in the open played a part but regardless, he was happy that it was him who made you feel like this.

You moaned against the kiss feeling the tip of his member push against your awaiting hole. Breaking away from the kiss you pushed down against him, taking him all in at once.

"Fuck!" It was so strange hearing Diluc swear but it filled you with a strange sense of pride knowing you were able to break his nobility.

The stretch of taking him all at once burned but it felt good. It was certainly much greater compared to when he would prepare you first. But you weren't complaining at all. Tilting your head back with a moan you began to bounce up and down, your slick made it easy to slide up and down. You gripped the front of Diluc's shirt for support as he snapped his hips up into yours. A series of wanton moans escaped your lips, the harder and faster Diluc went.

Your head fell forward your eyes glossy and your pupils blown wide with pleasure. Now both your dress straps had slid down your shoulders, making Diluc lose his mind. He gripped your hips so tight, there wasn't a doubt that there would be fingerprints even through the dress. You choked on your moans as you swore you could feel Diluc in your stomach. He was reaching places you never thought possible, or your were so drunk on pleasure it just felt that way, but it didn't matter what was the truth, it was fantastic.

"Ngh, haA~ mm close..." you struggled to get the words out.

Diluc grunted thrusting upwards even faster, you had struggled to keep up before but now it was just impossible. It wasn't long before you came all over him. Diluc wasn't too far behind, feeling your release edged him into his, you felt his hot seed fill you up more than your already were, you threw your head back with a shameless moan of his name. You were certain everyone around and in the Manor had heard you. But Diluc didn't care, let them know who was and had made you feel good.

You panted heavily as your body shook from the after math of your orgasm. Diluc too was desperately gasping for air as he came down from his high. Letting a soft puff of air, you looked down at Diluc and grinned leaning in to kiss him. He chuckled kissing you back.

Getting off Diluc he fixed his pants as you picked up what was left of your underwear.

"Luc." You pouted, "you ruined my panties." You huffed and rubbed your legs together, you could feel some of his cum dripped down your thigh.

"My love, they were ruined before I even touched them." He winked with a cocky smirk.

Your face flushed a deep crimson as you looked away from him, Diluc smiled wrapping his arm around your waist tenderly.

"Come on, let's go take a bath." He smiled gently, ushering you back towards the Manor. You snuggled into his side contently.

During the short trip back inside, not one of the employees dared to look in your direction. Instead of it making you feel better you felt embarrassed. You weren't surprised that they heard you but they didn't have to make it so obvious.

"Luc, nobody would look at me." You sounded more mortified than you intended as you pulled your dress off, which only added to Diluc's amusement.

"Good, they shouldn't be looking at you in the first place." He stated stripping himself of his own clothes.

Upon returning to Diluc's private quarters, you were both pleasantly surprised by the already drawn bath, with scattered rose petals and scented candles. It seems Adelinde knew exactly what the two of you needed. You were the first to settle into the bath despite Diluc's confusion, usually he got in first so you could rest against him, it felt weird that he was resting against you.

"Are you sure I'm not too heavy against you?" It was the fourth time he asked now.

"Oh for Celestia's sake Luc, I'm not made out of glass, I'm fine. But you won't be if you keep asking." At least you gave him a warning which he took to heart, despite not having a Vision yourself, you were very capable of looking after yourself.

"Alright, alright." Diluc sunk a little lower into the tub, his head now resting between your boobs.

"Oh." He said softly, he hadn't expected this to be so comfortable. You giggled softly.

"Someone looks content." There was a lot of fondness in your voice that made Diluc's chest flutter. He let out a soft hum and closed his eyes when he felt your fingers massage some herbal shampoo into his scalp.

Diluc couldn't help but think about how lucky he was to have someone like you. Someone so caring and aware of his needs. He didn't expect to meet someone like you, or anyone in general for that matter. He thought he was going to be alone, forever, and he was okay with that. Until he had met you, he didn't at the time realize just how important you would be to him, but he knows now and he's incredibly grateful towards you and towards himself, for letting him step out of his comfort zone and let someone in again.

Before he knew it, Diluc had fallen asleep, between the soothing heat of the water, your massaging and the sweet sound of your voice, they had all lulled him into sleep.

"Luc? You listening?" You asked softly, "Luuuc~" you cooed. Perplexed with his quietness, you tilted your head to the side to peer into his face, where you noticed he had fallen asleep. You grinned with a giggle.

You were so preoccupied with talking, you didn't notice the change in his breathing, as it steadied out. But now you didn't know what to do. You knew you couldn't stay in the bath but you didn't want to wake him either. But you also knew the water wouldn't go cold anytime soon thanks to Diluc, placing a kiss to his damp hair, you decided to let him sleep for a little while longer. After all he deserved it.

[i-cant-sing]

An Accident

Yeah... you may have seen this before, earlier this week when I accidentally posted it. Anyways, this is a part 2 of the Todoroki clan being obsessed with reader's hair. So, um enjoy.

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Yandere Todoroki Clan:

Rei is obsessed with reader’s hair.

She’s taken such good care of it, and after years of hard work, your hair now reaches just around your butt. Your hair is healthy, thick, luscious, and cut into a smooth, U shape; of course all trims are done by Rei herself because she doesn't even trust professionals. And even though you’ve asked Rei on multiple occasions to cut it short, at least up to the middle of your back, she just wouldn’t, always saying that you’re being unreasonable. But you’re not; you’ve given her multiple valid reasons.

For example, Rei and Fuyumi do your hair themselves. And initially, they would let you choose whatever hairstyle you wanted, but now they pick one for you, saying they know which one will suit your outfit of the day better. Rei likes to do double buns, or ponytails tied with ribbons or just one high pony with a pretty big bow on the top of your head. Fuyumi on the other hand makes super intricate hairstyles, and while they look pretty, only you know how much pain your scalp is in. Fuyumi does your hair as if you’re her doll, yanking and twisting hard, saying that she needs to be this rough to achieve the distinctive braid patterns. Thankfully, Rei usually does your hair most of the time.

One of the main reasons you've begged Rei to let you cut your hair short is how much time she (and you) would safe. Since your hair is so long, it takes a lot of time for Rei to put in hair masks, serums, oils, etc. It takes even longer to wash and dry them out, and then style them as well. But she smiled oh so kindly, and told you that she doesn't mind. She looks forward to taking care of your hair, forcing you to sit between her legs for hours as she applies some expensive magic growth oil, ignoring how you didn't like this.

And even if your hair is curly naturally, like even 4C curly hair, Rei will have it straight as a stick in no time (don't bother telling her that you like it natural). But don't worry, its still quite voluminous.

Of course, Rei washes your hair herself, telling you that you’re simply not capable enough to manage it. (At least she lets you wash your body yourself.) And due to your hair being so long, it takes time to not only wash it, but also dry it. Rei will detangle using a wide tooth comb, starting from the bottom and working her way up. Then she’ll dry it with her cold breath, and if required, call Enji to dry your hair with his heat. You like it when Enji dries your hair, because he does it quickly and your hair becomes far smoother.

And its not just Rei and Fuyumi that are obsessed with your hair, the boys are just as fond of it as well. Enji likes to card his fingers through your hair while he’s working on some papers or listening to news, his warm hands always putting you to sleep in his lap. Its an adorable sight, gives him a sense of peace.

Shotou also likes to run his hands through your long hair, especially after a stressful day. The feeling of his fingers through your smooth, long locks, it calms him. And if he’s feeling extra stressed, then he might braid your hair loosely as well. He always wears a scrunchie on his wrist for you.

You wouldn't ever admit it, but you enjoy it when Natsuo played with your hair. Its like he can sense when you're having a headache. He'll have you sit on the floor while he takes a seat on your bed, and then his fingers will do their magic. He knows exactly where to put pressure on your scalp, and exactly how much force to use. His massages always relieve your migraines, and he always massages with expertise to ensure their is proper blood flow in your scalp.

While you are more than happy to let Natsuo touch your hair, you hate it when Dabi's around. If you didn't know better, you'd think he wants to rip your scalp off. He knows how much it annoys you, always pulling at your ponytails, tugging at your braids, even yanking it a few times when you ignore him. And you've complained to your family, but all of them say that "oh he's just playing around." Or "no, he just misses you. He's only teasing." And when you ask Dabi to stop it, he'll just smile and say "big brother privileges."

He's insufferable.

Everyone gets to play with your hair, but God forbid if you do. Oh no, apparently you'd "destroy it", as if you're not capable of managing your own hair. You're not allowed to open your ponytails because, quoting Rei, "you're yanking your hair. You're going to rip your follicles- baby, stop. Just let me do it." But you know that she does that because she wants to brush your hair with the soft, bristle brush before you go to bed. And somedays, Rei doesn't tie your hair in a bun or something, letting your hair fall, and it gets in your way, and even then you're still not allowed to put it up because "oh honey, your hair needs to breathe too. If you keep it in a pony, the band will leave a mark in it." Honestly, everyone finds it adorable when you're dressed in your little, fluffy skirt paired with a cozy oversized sweater, all mad and pouting, trying to blow the hair strands blocking your field of vision. Like a little baby.

While Rei looks at your hair and sees years of her hards work and patience, all you see is losing control over your own life. And you are. They decide everything for you, from the clothes you wear, the food you eat, and even things you should like and dislike. They choose when you should go out, what you should watch, when its time for bed. They disregard your opinions and feelings, and if you show that you're frustrated, then its means that you're just throwing a "tantrum", and you need to be put to bed like some cranky child. You've told them that they're too overbearing, but they always say that they just love you.

What kind of love is controlling?

They're so lost in their delusions, that they don't even see the deteriorating effects it has on you mentally.

Actually, one person did see them. Dabi.

He saw how much everything was overwhelming you, how you were near tears when they talked over you, made choices for you.

He felt a bit bad for you, just a tad. Mostly, he felt there was another opportunity to mess with you.

When Dabi came to bother you one night, tugging at your hair again, this time a bit harder than usual, he saw you were ready to cry. You didn't even bother saying anything to him anymore, just kept quiet and did your best not to cry. Of course, now he ridiculed you. Called you a little crybaby and used that annoying patronising tone with you. And just as he was about to leave, he said "if your hair bothers you so much, why don't you just cut it, you big baby?"

As if something had finally snapped in you, you let his words echo. Why don't I cut it? What's stopping me?

Was it because you had learned to just give in?

You didn't even realise you had walked to your bathroom until you were holding a pair of scissors. Which surprised you, because you weren't allowed to use scissors unsupervised. It was almost as if a sign from the universe motivating you to do it, and definitely not Dabi who left them on the sink.

Holding the pair of scissors in one hand and a chunk of your hair in the other, you hesitate for a second and wonder what will Rei do. But before you could stop yourself, you cut.

I'll cross that bridge when it comes.

You start low, maybe 2 inches above your hips. It looks okay, but maybe you could cut a little more. And a little more. And a little more. Before you know it, your hair is around shoulder length, in an uneven, chunky bob. Its not perfect, but somehow you feel much better. Like you’ve finally gotten some control back. Wiping your tears away, you ruffle your hair a bit, the cool air on your neck adding to the feeling of freedom. You feel normal, happier, peaceful. Things you haven't felt in years. And all because you had 3 am meltdown.

After you cleaned up the bathroom, you went back to bed, anxious how everyone will react in the morning. Maybe they won't care. You thought. Its only hair. My hair.

Everyone was waiting for you at breakfast the next morning, and to everyone’s surprise, Dabi had joined them as well. Rei was cooking up some eggs, while the kids chatted. Enji was suspicious of the mischievous glint in Dabi’s eyes, and it was filling him with unease. Just as he was about to question him, you walked in.

Everyone went silent.

Then Fuyumi let out an audible gasp, while Dabi chuckled darkly. Natsuo, Shotou and Enji looked at you with their mouths agape.

“Good morning.”you greeted them.

Rei, who was facing away from you, finally turned towards you. “Good mo-”Rei’s breath hitched, eyes blown wide, as the plate of bacon fell from her hands.

Its funny how everyone in the kitchen, including you, had the same thought at that moment.

What the fuck?

Taking a deep breath, you moved to sit in your usual spot between Fuyumi and Rei, but Shotou suddenly pulled you back and pushed you into the seat beside him. He knows his mother is in a better state mentally, but something tells him not to risk it. Fuyumi snapped next, quickly getting up and cleaning the mess on the floor while Enji pulled Rei, who was still staring at you in disbelief, to sit beside him. You remained indifferent to everyone’s stares, quietly eating your food. As soon as you were done, Shotou got up and quickly pulled you out of the room, Dabi following close behind.

They sat in your room as Shotou looked at your hair with worry. “Looking nice, doll.”Dabi chuckled as he plopped down on your bed beside you. “Thanks.” you mumbled. “Y/n how did- why did you- why did you cut your hair?” Shotou asked, still looking at your choppy hair. “Do you not like it?” you asked. “N-no I do. But what will mom say-” “Shotou, its my hair.” you snapped. “Yeah, Shotou.” Dabi mocked. Fuyumi and Natsuo soon joined you guys, worrisome looks on their faces. “Why did you cut it? Oh my god, do you even know how much trouble you’re in?” Fuyumi was freaking out. “Its my hair.” you rolled your eyes. They ignored you. “Okay, okay. Shotou why don't you stick around with Y/n for a couple of days? Fuyumi and dad will try to keep mom away from her.” Before Fuyumi could nod, you stood up. “No.”

Natsuo looked at you confused. “what do you mean “no”?”

“I mean no. I don't need Shotou to babysit me. I can handle myself.” Fuyumi walked towards you, reaching her hands for you but you backed away, “Y/n, sweetie-” You cut her off ,“Stop treating me like a child.”

Shotou spoke this time, “Its for your protection-” “Protection from who? Our mother? Why?”your words dared them to say the truth. To agree that Rei was unstable. They didn't say anything.

A few days had passed by and things were returning to normal. Almost normal. Rei still had this thousand yard stare when she looked at you, but she never said anything. Cutting your hair was the best decision you had made, because not is it only easy to manage, but it also got the family off your back. Rei doesn't wash your hair anymore(although you think she's just not over the shock), Fuyumi doesn't need to do your hair, they dry faster, and all of your brothers (including Dabi) doesn't mess around with them anymore. Enji was the first to adjust to your new cut, he even complimented you one day.

Did you feel guilty because you know how attached Rei was to your hair? A bit, but then realised that you needed this. You need some control over your life, and if this is how they react to your new cut, then maybe you could start taking back reigns over other aspects of your life as well.

You thought that maybe Rei had finally gotten over it a week later, when you were laying in the bathtub, enjoying the hot bath. When you heard her walk in, you were a bit startled. Why was she here- is she finally over it? "Um- hey." She smiled at you. "Why are you here?" She took the bath stool and sat behind the tub. "You know why." She replied and started rolling her sleeves up. Is she here to wash my hair? "Oh, are you here to wash my hair? I don't need help with that anymore now that they're short." Rei smiled again, this one looking forced, before dipping her hand in the tub. "No, silly." And with that, Rei froze the entire the tub in 2 seconds. The ice trapped your limbs, and reached up to your clavicle. The sudden change from hot to cold had you jolt, but you couldn't move due to the frozen ice. "Mom-!" You heard the buzzing sound of a trimmer and then felt Rei entangle her fingers in your hair to yank your head back. "I'm here to complete your haircut." You tried moving your head but her grip on your scalp was unrelenting. She started trimming the right side of your head, moving it slowly as to get every single hair. "Honestly, you should've come to me. I do agree that it'd be a good idea to start again." Tears fell from your eyes, your teeth chattered and you could feel your heart beat slow down as the cold seeped into your bones. "M-mom, I'm col-d. P-please s-stop..." Rei was done with one half of your head. "You know, I read somewhere that your grows thicker if you cut it. I'm sure that after I've shaved your head, your hair will grow even fuller. I've already gotten some new oils and hair masks! Maybe we could do them together." You couldn't hear anything besides the slowing of your own heart beating. Your breath had started to become shallow, you couldn't think about anything except for how painful ice could be. Your lips were turning blue, eyes were getting clouded with black spots, all sensation from your body was losing. Just before you lost consciousness, you heard the bathroom door open and a panicked yell.

You felt warm.

When you came to, your entire body felt warm and weighted, probably due to the heavy blanket spread on you.

Opening your eyes, you found yourself in a dimly lit room. It was...your parents room. Why am I here? You turned your head to look around but your eyes stopped at the large figure sitting on a chair next to your bed.

"Dad?"

The figure's head snapped towards yours. "You're awake." He paused. "How- how are you feeling?" You moved the blanket off you, your body felt dense and ached. "Warm and...sore. What happened? Why am I in your bedroom?" Enji shifted in his seat. "I think its best if you stay here from now on, so that... your mother and I can look after you." Your eyes widened. "What? Why?" You moved to sit up but then a pain shot through your head. "Ah shit." You hissed in pain as you went to massage your temples but your hands halted at the feeling of your hair... or lack there of. You tried to run a finger through your choppy bob cut, but all you felt was your shaved head. Your eyes met Enji's, looking at him in disbelief as you recalled the events that had led up to this. "Darling-" You jumped off the bed and ran towards the vanity mirror, praying that this is just a nightmare. But as you looked at your reflection, you realised that this was the terrifying reality you were living in.

Tears dripped from your eyes as you took in your appearance. Trimmed- no, shaved pink hair. You couldn't see a single bit of hair above the roots, only a baby pink scalp. She had not only trimmed your hair first but then also proceeded to shave your scalp off. Your head looked like it had peach fuzz.

You couldn't bring yourself to look away, not even when Enji placed a hand on your shoulder. "Y/n-" He didn't even what to say. He was still in shock from what would've happened if Fuyumi hadn't yelled for him when Rei was-

Enji shook his head. Now's not the time. You're here and you're fine. You're fine. Enji pulled you towards him, burying your face in his chest as you cried. "You're fine." He repeated, more to himself than to you. "Why- why would she do this?" Your voice was muffled by his chest but he understood. He understood your pain and it tore him apart that he still wouldn't be able to help you.

Enji honestly didn't know what to tell you. He didn't know what words would bring you comfort. "It... it was an accident." His chest rumbled as he spoke. You pushed yourself away from him as you looked at him perplexed.

"What?" Your eyebrows raised, nostrils flared and blood rushed to your face. You were going to blow up.

"An accident? Is that what you said? Oh okay. Was it an accident when she froze the fucking tub? Did the trimmer accidentally fall from her hands to my head?! Oh and did she accidentally pull the razor over my head?!" Angry tears fell from your eyes but you were far too enraged to care.

Enji opened his mouth to say something but he was cut off by the sound of the bedroom door opening. Turning around you saw her.

Rei was standing there with a tray of food and water. Her face turned to shock before turning to happiness. She set the tray on a nearby table before she rushed towards you, her hands reaching for your face.

"Angel, you're awake-" you pushed her hands away roughly as you backed away from her.

"Dont you dare touch me."

The couple, they had never heard your voice such hostility. It wasn't like you. Rei shook her head as she tried to reach for you again, taking another step in your direction. But you smacked her hands away again. "I said don't touch me!" Your yelling had got your siblings to rush in the room, wanting to see what the commotion was about.

Rei's eyes shifted from you to Enji, looking at him for help, before they returned back to you. She took a deep breath before speaking. "Y/n, darling. What's wrong?" You scoffed at her soft tone that tried to quell the storm of negative emotions bubbling inside you. "What's wrong? What's wrong? I don't know, you tell me, Rei. Why the fuck am I bald?!" Your head was pounding with rage, raw unbridled anger.

When Rei didn't say anything, Fuyumi stepped forward to help her out. "Y/n its-"

"Shut up."

Fuyumi's- everyone's eyes widened. Of everyone, you never even rose your voice at your favourite sibling. But to hear your voice turn so cold towards her, it shocked everyone. "Y-Y/n-" she tried again but you cut her off. "I said shut up. I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to Rei and she'll answer for herself."

Enji placed a hand on your shoulder, pulling you back slightly. "Have some respect. She's your mother-" You yanked your shoulder away from his grip. "No, she's not!" You inhaled deeply, trying to stabilise your voice. "No, she's not. You're not my dad. I'm not a part of this family. And I'm so sick of playing this game."

Dabi's eyes narrowed. "Stop being an ungrateful brat. You've been given all the luxuries one could only imagine, spoiled to no end-" You laughed. "Did I ask for anything?" "You never had t-" "And all these luxuries that you're talking about, I didn't get them for free. I had to give up a lot. No, wait-" you laughed again, tears blurring your vision. "I didn't give up anything. You all took it. Yeah, all of you snatched everything away from me. My family, my friends, my privacy, my sanity, everything. And you-" you moved towards Rei, pointing a finger at her. "You have been the most greedy one of them all."

Rei's jaw fell open, as she shook her head. "No-" You shook your head.

"Yes! I gave you everything. I let you dress me up in those god awful clothes, feed me whatever you wanted, stick to your side like glue because you don't like it when I was out of your sight for a more than a few minutes. For fucks sake, I didn't even go to college this year because you weren't ready to see me become an adult!" You ran a frustrated hand through your hair. "I played into your sick little fantasy. I let you treat me like a child, talk to me like I'm some helpless baby. I let you touch me even though it disgusted me to no end. I never even complained when you gave me ice burns because I was throwing a tantrum." You looked at the rest of your family, and they were shocked to hear that last bit. You smiled cruelly at them. "Yeah, you didn't know that did you?"

Rei was crying herself by now, as she reached out for you once again but you moved away. "I let you have everything. All I wanted was this little bit of freedom, for my own sanity. But you couldn't stomach that could you?" Your head hung low, your tears hitting the floor.

"Why do you have to be so selfish?"

Your voice held so much pain and defeat. Rei couldn't help but engulf you in her arms, wrapping herself around you tightly before you could even protest. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She cried out. "I- I promise I'll fix this! Yes. I-I've already gotten you some new hair oils! They say that they'll help you grow 6 inches in a month! Oh and Natsuo also brought some stuff for hair growth! Some vitamins and- Natsuo whats that spray called? Minoxy? Mi-minoxidil! Yes! He said that'll help you grow your hair in no time! Doesn't that sound nice? You'll have long hair like before!" Rei pushed back to look at you. You couldn't believe it.

"Are you- are you really that delusional?" Your voice was so soft, almost like you would break any moment now. "Are you so blind to see what you're doing to me?" Your eyes held so much pain and confusion. "Sweetie, don't worry- mommy will take such good care-" You pushed Rei away from you, your anger rolling back in full speed. "YOU ARE NOT MY MOTHER!" You shrieked. "Y/n-" Shotou tried to interject. "I'm not a part of your fucking family."

Enji stepped towards you. "Calm down."

You looked at him. "You said that what happened was an accident. What will you do if another one happens? And you're not around this time to save me? Hmm? What will you do? Continue playing house with my dead body?!"

Rei's sobs shook her body. "Shut up. Think before you say stupid shit like that." Dabi spoke this time, moving to stand between you and his mother. "Or what? You're going to hurt me? More the reason why all of you, but especially you-" you pointed at Rei "deserve to be in that nuthouse-!"

You were on the floor before you could even process what had happened. Had you- had you fallen? But when the searing pain of the burn on your cheek came alive and you looked at his hand that had erupted in blue flames, you realised what had happened.

Dabi slapped you.

"Y/n!"

Your cheek felt like someone had placed a hot iron on it, the sting spreading to your entire cheek, but you were far too shocked to care about the pain.

Dabi slapped me.

Shotou, Natsuo and Fuyumi quickly rushed to your side, picking you up and out of the room, while Dabi stood there in stunned as his own hand throbbed. The image of his handprint branded on your scared face wasn't going to leave his mind anytime soon.

Enji hesitated, looking at his wife and son in disbelief, before leaving the room to look for you.

Rei walked towards Dabi and smacked his arm. "What did you do?!" She yelled at him. He opened his mouth to explain but nothing came out.

"She's your little sister, Touya! W-why would you do that?!" Rei scolded him.

He hurt you. Like Enji hurt Rei.

He hurt you.

Rei sighed before closing her eyes and engulfing Dabi in her arms. "Its okay. Its not your fault." She rubbed his back soothingly. "It was an accident, wasn't it?"

Dabi wrapped his arms around his mother, burying his face in her neck, before nodding.

"Yes. It was an accident."

So... how was it?

[iwadori]

Hiiii!!!! can you do like when you guys are supposed to meet up and they waited for about an hour or so and kept texting you you but you haven't replied so they thought you ditched them and got mad at you and stuff then they decided to go home and while on their way home not too far from their school they found you unconscious body with a large wound on you back and your head bleeding?.

can you pleaseease do tsukishima, yamaguchi, ushijima, bokuto (I'm sorry if that's a lot)

Haikyu Boys when you get hurt Pt 2 (Ushijima,Bokuto

Part One Part Two Part Three

Word count: 2.6K

Genre: angst, fluff

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Ushijima

You were having the worst week this week,  from battling a cold and your boss making you do all sorts of extra jobs (that were definitely not under your job description.) As easter was swiftly approaching you and Ushijima had your annual plans of going to the local kids community center and helping them with an easter egg hunt. But you don’t think you can manage it this year.

Ushijima gets home from practice with 4 bags just filled with easter eggs ranging from all different sizes, “woah there Toshi, you’ve got enough there too feed all of england” you laugh  

“I don’t think these eggs will be able to sustain England Y/N” he says seriously making you laugh even harder. As you were laughing, you felt another migraine come along making your cringe in pain. “Toshi, I don’t think I can do the easter egg hunt this year?”  

He sits down next to you alarmed that something is wrong, “why what happened Y/N” he asks

“I’ve been feeling terrible all week, and I even have a migraine right now” you say to him thinking he would understand.

“That’s it?” he questions thinking what you said was a joke “I think you can handle a migraine, remember we’re doing this for the kids”

His words were making you feel slightly guilty since maybe you were being over dramatic. “Y/N if it’s really ‘that bad’, i’ll make you some tea so you can feel better,” he says going into the kitchen to start on your tea. You murmur a quiet “thank you” and you end up falling asleep, hoping that by the time you wake up your head stops pounding.

As you wake up, you realise you slept all the way through the night and over to the next day as when you look at your clock it says 12:32 pm. You look at your nightstand and saw that Ushijima wrote you a note saying:  

Y/N I've left out early to set out the easter egg hunt, I’ve made you breakfast so eat up and get prepared for the event which starts at 4pm. Please don’t forget.

Sincerely – Ushijima Wakatoshi.

You chuckle at the fondness of the note, before realising your pain. Your brain felt like it was having a live concert inside that definitely was not going to end soon but you still got up prepared for the day. You didn’t want to let Ushijima or the kids down.  

When you go to the kitchen , you see the cute breakfast that Ushijima made you consisting of all of your favourite foods and with another simple note of him saying ‘ I love you. ‘ Ushijima has always been a lovely boyfriend, treating you like the queen you are always making sure that you were okay. Of course, his bluntness and his lack of social cues was something to get used to but when you did get accustomed to it, it only made you fall in love with him more.

You got ready, feeling even more sick as the piping hot shower that you usual have, did not help as when you were showering you felt heavily faint. However, you persevered since you did not want to let Ushijima down.

You finally were prepared to leave the house, with the community center being on 15 minutes walk away you were leaving out at 3:50pm since you were planning to take your car anyways. When you leave your home, you realise that you forgot your car keys so you dash up the stairs (a bit too quickly) to go and find them. Scrambling through your draws, your head is pounding harder and harder and the more it pounds the quicker your moving making you even more faint. You eventually find your keys and you’re ready to zoom to the community center but your body gave out and you pass out tumbling down the stairs landing at your front door.

Ushijima was waiting outside of the community center waiting for you to arrive it was 4:05pm and he was wondering where you were (knowing that your place was only a 10 minute drive away) he sent you a few texts asking where you were but when you don’t respond Ushijima becomes slightly annoyed, plastering a fake smile on his face and entering the community center, starting the easter egg hunt.

The easter egg hunt came to a close at 8pm and Ushijima assumed that you would’ve showed up some time in the middle of the event, but you obviously didn’t show. After making sure that all the kids left safely Ushijima decided to call and text you more and when you continuously don’t respond and your calls go to voicemail he says ‘Y/N, im really disappointed with you right now. How could you do this to me? You said you would show up, the kids were really upset, how could you be so selfish?’

He walks to your house knocking on the door, but when you don’t immediately answer he knew something must be up now, since you haven’t responded to any of his texts and calls and didn’t show up he figured there was something deeper then you just ditching the event.

He used his key to open the door, surprised when the door hit something. He tried again hitting the ‘object’ that was laying at the door again. He carefully pushes the door to make enough room for him to fit through the gap. When he entered, he was startled at the sight of you, there you lay completely knocked out with a blood stain next to your head. He knelt down next to you and touched your cheek you were extremely cold, he had to get you to a hospital stat. He called an ambulance, panicked. Worrying about how long you’ve been out for since it would have to be atleast more than 4 hours he assumed.

You woke up in a foreign room, with your head slightly stinging. You place your hand on the back of your head and wince, then you remember you need to be at the easter egg hunt so you bolt up ready to move.  

“I don’t think that’s wise for you to do that Y/N” Ushijima says to you  

“Toshi, what happened?” you ask still in pain

“It seems you fell down the stairs and hit your head” after he said that all your memories come flooding back, and you remember rushing to the community centre, looking for your keys, and then falling down the stairs and everything going black.

“I’m sorry Ushi for missing the easter egg hunt, I really tried to get there,” you say with an apologetic look on your face  

“It’s fine Y/N of course you wouldn’t of been able to get there after falling down the stairs” he says “Also, this is proof of why you shouldn’t run down the stairs”

You eventually get discharged with the doctor telling you all you need to do is rest and stay off your feet. Ushijima took the doctor's orders very seriously, becoming your loyal servant and waiting on you hand and foot, tending to your every need. He did also make you were eating healthy and taking all your medicine so you could have the best recovery possible.  

Also, after realising that this could’ve all been avoided if Ushijima didn’t guilt trip you in the first place for having a migraine, he made sure to never ignore or dismiss when you say you are ill or have anything wrong with you even if it’s a migraine, a lost limb or a simple paper cut.

Bokuto  

The Olympics were coming up and Bokuto couldn’t be any more excited than he already was. Everything he’s talked about for the past month he manages to find a way to relate to the Olympics, and as annoying as it got sometimes you were just as excited for it as much as Bokuto was.  

Bokuto was heavily busy with extra practices so you were bored and lonely, since your boyfriend was at practice all the time so you chose to take up a new hobby. You decided to paint, although you weren’t an award-winning painter you still found joy in it. Being Bokuto’s girlfriend you had some slight unwanted attention on you: the usual fans of Bokuto that just followed you to have an extra aspect of him in their life's, or his fangirls that adored him.  

You didn’t mind the fangirls for the most part since majority of them were pretty tamed and did fawn over your relationship. However, there was the minority of fans that did make it known to you that they DID NOT like you at all. When you started posting your paintings, it seems their hate for you amplified since they always found the need to leave an astray of mean comments on your post. But that didn’t mainly bother you since you thought that they only had that energy behind the screen.

The days went by getting closer to the Olympics, with Bokuto always asking you every day “Y/N you are coming to my games, right?” to which you always replied “Of course Kou, I’m coming” which always made him smile.

When the Olympics came, you’ve went to all the games cheering Bokuto and the team on as they were winning round after round. Whilst this was going on, the group of girls that were sending you horrible messages and making mean posts about you weren’t stopping. At first, you didn’t care for them but it seems their posts only gotten worse making comments about your artwork, your face, your body type ect.  

You didn’t want to tell Bokuto as you felt that it would ruin his Olympic momentum and you thought you could handle it all on your own.  

It was nearing to the final game of the Olympics, and Bokuto was ecstatic he made sure that you promised you’d be there claiming that you was his ‘good luck’ charm.’ You were excited to go too, the feeling of watching Bokuto play was exhilarating seeing him fully in his element was great for you to see.

On the last game day, Boktuo was already at the stadium since him and the team had to be there earlier to practice and you planned to meet him there just before the game started at 4:30. You went to a florist before the match getting Bokuto the biggest boquet that you could buy.  

On your way to the stadium you here somebody whistle from behind you, you turn around and see a group of girls waiting behind you smirking. “Hi?” you say more like a question then a statement “do you want something from me?”

Some of them laugh, but the one standing at the front who you mentally lable the ‘main one’ steps closer to you and says “We want you to stay away from Bokuto” you realise that these were the girls sending you hate online for these past weeks.

Before you can even blink, the girls jump you, hitting, kicking and clawing at you. You are in pain, screaming and crying for them to stop and leave you alone. You lay there, letting them beat you up thinking that you’ll probably end up dead out of this. All you can think about is Bokuto, you didn’t get to wish him good luck, or give him your flowers (that you spent a fortune on) or even tell him that you loved him one last time.

You think the girls eventually stopped but you couldn’t tell because your body was throbbing and you hurt all over. You tried to get up still wanting to go to the match but you collapse going out cold.

Bokuto was scanning the crowd over and over for you, hoping to spot you there. But he couldn’t, he was wondering where you were getting sadder and sadder by the second since he really believed you were his good luck charm and he probably wouldn’t be able to win without at least seeing your face once.

They didn’t win. Bokuto knew he wasn’t playing at his best, since all his mind was on was thinking about where you were. You’ve never missed one of his games, so he was incredibly worried. After he accepted his second-place medal, he rushed out the stadium to go to your house but he was stopped by some fangirls ‘I guess signing autographs is the least I can do’ he thinks, the fans were being a bit odd today but he didn’t have time to focus on that as his mind was racing thinking about you and your whereabouts.  

One of his fans did give him an alarmingly big boquet of roses which he appreciated ‘these must of cost a fortune’ he thinks. Although it was a probably a long shot, he decided to ask the fan if he saw someone who looked like *whatever you look like* to maybe see if someone else saw you. Which the fan replied “yeah I saw them with some guy at this restaurant whilst we were going to see you!” they exclaimed.

‘A guy’ he thought ‘that most likely wasn’t you.’ Seeing Bokuto’s confusion, the fan followed up with “I'm pretty sure it was her I mean we all know who Bokuto Koutaro’s girlfriend was.” Bokuto didn’t reply just walking away making sure to thank them for the flowers.  

He was rushing towards your house on foot (since all the taxi’s and ubers were fully booked because of the Olympics) whilst running he stumbles across your passed out body all black and bruised with scratch marks and bleeding all over you. “what happened” he whispered, knowing you obviously weren’t going to respond.  

He picked up your near-dead body, and cradled you in his arms taking you back to the stadium (since he knew that getting an ambulance to come here or running to the hospital would basically be impossible.) When he got back to the stadium, he did get odd looks from strangers but he didn’t care, his only agenda was making sure you were okay.

You woke up, and saw Bokuto pacing the room repeatedly you tried to get his attention by saying his name but your throat was damaged. He eventually notices you and runs to your side, stroking your face softly and giving you a gentle hug making sure not to hurt you.  

“Who did this Y/N?” he asks with worry in his eyes  

You ignore his question and look at the silver medal wrapped around his neck making you sad “I’m sorry I didn’t make it to the match, I tried I really did try” you said with your voice sounding even worse after you said every word.  

“Don’t be silly, I’m just glad that you’re okay babe, I was really worried about you.” he said

The Medic came in and said that you had multiple broken ribs, but beside that you were fine you just needed to rest your throat and let your bruises heal. You eventually told Bokuto that it was some of his fans, he was upset that you hid this from him for so long but he was just glad that he got to you as soon as he did. He managed to play at the next Olympics and you were there fully present, with your even bigger boquet of flowers watching win gold.

Authors Note: I tried to make it as close to your request as possible, but I hope you enjoy as I really do think this is my favourite work so far.... :3 Comments and feedback appreciated.

[sweatygrealish]

just a dream (jack grealish x reader)

word count: 1612

warnings: bit angsty. 

sorry for any mistakes, I finished this along with a bottle of wine :)

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He was sitting opposite you in the living-room, nervously fumbling with the hem of his t-shirt. It was an absolutely odd thing for him to do, and it worried you.

“I need to tell you something,” he began, not being able to look you in the eye. You needed him to say it, as soon as possible, so the emotion that was nearly choking you to unconsciousness could finally break free from your throat.

“What is it, Jack?” You demanded to know, your voice thick with impatience and fear. It was nearly unbearable.

“I slept with someone else.”

There it was. What had been hovering above your relationship for quite a few weeks now was out. It sat there, comfortably, between you and your long term boyfriend of five years, staring at you with a dead serious, almost threatening stare.

“So you don’t love me anymore.” You stated a fact. It wasn’t a question, nor an assumption, just a simple fucking fact.

Jack’s face lost all its colour. His open mouth closed and opened again, you could see him swallow hardly, his Adams apple bobbing up and down.

“Of course I love you, baby. That hasn’t changed, I-“ he tried to continue but you cut him off.

“No, Jack. You don’t. You don’t do something like this to someone you love.” You rose from your seat, noticing how weird your body felt, how much every fibre of your soul was hurting. Almost, your knees gave in, gave up carrying your body’s weight, the weight of your pain. Jack stood up with you, reaching out for your hands, but you were quick to withdraw them.

You walked a few steps back to the living-room door which led to the hall. With trembling hands you got a hold of the baseball bat which you always kept hidden behind the curtain, in case of a burglary when Jack was away. Jack watched with wide, incredulous eyes when you lunged out, aiming for the way too big and expensive TV he always spent too much time in front of anyway.

Shooting Jack one last glance,

you woke up.

Lying on your back, your pyjama and the bed sheets were clinging to your sweaty skin. You could literally see your heartbeat hammering through your chest so furiously it nearly hurt.

You were hurt. Hurt by the man sleeping soundly next to you with his warm hand resting on your belly. His mouth hung slightly open and his eyelashes fluttered delicately with the subtle movements of his eyes beneath closed lids.

6:32 am.

You gulped painfully. Your mouth was dry.

Carefully not to wake your boyfriend, you sneaked out of bed and grabbed a cardigan from the chair next to your dresser, tiptoeing out of the room. You knew Jack’s alarm clock would go off at eight, that gave you 90 minutes to pull yourself together. Of course you didn’t want to let a stupid dream ruin your day.

Upon going downstairs, you couldn’t ignore the urge to check the living-room in order to see if the TV was okay. It was fine. Everything was fine. You kept repeating the sentence inside your head like a mantra before brewing yourself a cup of tea.

Jack opened his eyes just two minutes before his alarm would wake him up. He grumbled something before discovering your empty, cold half of the bed. He sat up and frowned- you were usually up before him but most of the time, especially on a Saturday, he would wake up to you reading a book or checking your phone.

His gruff morning voice called out your name but no response came. Jack sighed and shuffled into the bathroom to get ready, hoping to find you downstairs when he was finished.

He did. You were in the middle of making breakfast, the heavenly smell of eggs wafted through the hall when he entered the kitchen, smiling.

“G’mornin’ love.”

“Good morning,” you half smiled, letting him pull you into his side.

“You’re up early,” he pointed out as he gratefully accepted a cup of tea from you, adding, “didn’t sleep well?”

He really knew you like the back of his hand. There wasn’t a chance you could hide something from him.

“Just woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep.” You couldn’t look at him any more, afraid to give away too many of your thoughts. Worrying him about something like a stupid nightmare wasn’t something you were keen on doing right before an important training session of his.

You noticed he wasn’t satisfied with your answer, so you quickly handed him a plate with eggs on toast before he could ask any further questions.

“Thanks, you’re the best,” he smiled before his soft lips brushed your cheek.

During breakfast you had the strange feeling he was eyeing you very carefully. You hardly looked up from your plate to avoid any awkward moments or questions. For the first time in years, you just wanted him to leave for training so you could manage sorting your thoughts and emotions. You weren’t able to do that when he was staring at you from across the dining table, probably wondering what the fuck was wrong with you.

He knew something was definitely wrong. He wasn’t stupid. Maybe he was lacking intelligence as in cognition and logic, conversely his emotional intelligence was impressively high. So when it was time for him to go, your pulse quickened inevitably once again.

“You sure you’re okay?” Jack searched your face for any kind of hint, a blink of an eye, a frown, a wrinkle. But you kept it under control, nodding and just swallowing everything instead of spitting it out. You were sure it would all go away eventually before he came home in the afternoon.

“Alright. See you later. Miss you already.” He pecked your lips, mouth lingering a little too long for such an innocent kiss, and briefly tapped your nose with his index finger.

“Yeah, enjoy training.” Your reply was half-hearted and both of you were aware. Jack smiled awkwardly and approached the door, unsure weather to assure himself once more that, apparently, nothing was wrong. He decided against it, waving one last time, before shutting the door behind him.

Training was tough. Jack checked the time unusually often along with his phone for a message from you. A life sign, any sign to soothe his nerves. But- nothing. It was just agonizing- being absolutely sure that something wasn’t quite right but being absolutely clueless about what it could be.

He couldn’t run as fast as he wanted, couldn’t kick the ball as hard as he wanted, couldn’t mess around with his team mates.

All he wanted was get home to you, engulf you in his arms for the entire night and stroke your hair.

Finally it was time to go home. Jack was annoyed that he had to run some errands before eventually getting home, time that separated him from you furthermore. Stupid errands like stopping for gas and picking up his suit from the dry cleaners.

His pulse was racing unusually fast at parking the car in the driveway. Because he didn’t know what to expect, a feeling of insecurity was spreading in his chest.

Jack opened the front door and found the house practically silent, and for a split second he wondered if you were even there. After having closed the door he was able to make out a sound from the kitchen that could’ve been music from the distance. In search of the source, he strode through the rooms until he reached the back garden. He spotted you huddled up in a blanket with a glass of wine in hand, staring into the distance.

“Hey.”

Your head turned towards him with a weak smile.

“Hey.”

“Can I join you?”

You simply nodded, making some space for him on the lounger. For a moment, you just sat there in silence.

“I’m sorry,” you suddenly said, nearly whispered.

Jack looked at you, his eyes full of worry.

“I’m sorry for being so distant today. It wasn’t fair on you. I’ve had a nightmare last night. You told me that you’d slept with someone else.”

Your words were lingering in the air like puffed out cigarette smoke. Jack didn’t know what to do, all the things he wanted to say weren’t coming together into a proper sentence. So instead, he wrapped both his arms tightly around you and pulled you into him.

It was the best reaction to your “confession” you could’ve wished for. Sometimes, silence indeed spoke louder than words.

“You know I’d never do that to you. Don’t you?” Jack whispered after a while.

A single tear rolled down your cheek, landing on his hand, “I know.”

You were still looking straight ahead, feeling his burning gaze on your face, not yet able to face him fully.

“Nightmares suck,” Jack muttered against your temple, his thumb stroking circles on the back of your hand, “everything’s alright, love. I’m here for you.”

In that moment, you were so thankful for him, so so thankful. You broke free from his grasp slightly to look into his hopeful eyes. There was a sparkle in them, along with one particular emotion, so visible it was impossible to miss.

Love.

“Sorry I didn’t tell you this morning. I felt stupid.”

Jack’s big, strong hands framed your face as he knocked his forehead against yours.

“It’s fine.” As soon as the words had left his lips, he kissed you tenderly, gently sucking your bottom lip. Without hesitation you kissed him back, sighing deeply in happiness.

You really were so lucky to have him.