#bc you know if he says it so casually in person on live tv

[ashlynbuggy]

big brother is too concerned with having a diverse cast of houseguests that they dont stop to think that hate speech and agressive behaviors can occur.

they want all these different types of ppl from different backgrounds and with different beliefs, and then expect it to not get volatile. its okay to get ppl in from different places and walks of life bc thats the fun in big brother, but cbs has GOT to start doing better checks on these people and make sure that despite their beliefs, they arent going to do some crazy shit and they arent ignorant to boot.

[lolitakirstein]

Hey Neighbor

(Previous Chapter)

a/n this one if young megumi heavy sorry

Part 3

Fun for Megumi turned out to be more exhausting than you imagined. The afternoon was spent mostly outdoors. Hide and seek, tossing a Frisbee, and even walking down to the small lake at the end of your street to feed the ducks. Now, sitting under the tree, the sun descending Megumi seems to be slowly losing his energy. Much to your delight. You didn’t know how 2 parents were able to keep up with a child, much less how a single father like Toji could. Which made you curious…where is his mother? Is she still involved? Are she and Toji still together? You don’t remember any mention of another woman either from him, Megumi, or even when your grandmother mentioned him. It was always just Toji and Megumi. As much as you wanted to ask, you knew it wasn’t your business. You don’t really know them. But it didn’t keep you from wondering.

Now, Megs sat up next to you, lazily swishing a cat toy back and forth while Mewsy chased it, your arms casually cradling him against your side.

'`Is your grandmother not coming back?” he softly says. You’re shocked by the question. You didn’t even know he was aware of her not being there.

“No,” you choke out. “No she’s…not coming back.” you didn’t know how to answer it. How do you talk to a child about death…a child that isn’t even your own? It wasn’t your place, so you kept it as ambiguous as possible.

“Oh,” he says, almost sad. “I liked her. She made good food.”

You stroke his dark hair, smiling. “Yes, she did. You know she might have left some recipes behind. I could try to make whatever you liked?”

“Chocolate cake!” he quickly answers.

“I’m sure i can find that for you,” you laugh.

“She let me help her make it one day when I was hiding at her house while dad was gone. She let me lick the spoon but promised not to tell him,” he whispers.

Hiding? Was he serious?

“What do you mean hiding? And where had your dad gone?” you ask, casually.

“His work. He took me over to Miss. Ruth's house and told her I needed to hide out there and not to leave the house til he got back.”

You can't remember ever hearing your grandmother mention Megumi staying at her house. “Who were you hiding from?” He shrugs, “Bad guy. That’s what daddy says.”

You stay silent. Is this factual? Or just the wild imagination of a kid? How could you even approach Toji about it–about something that isn’t even your business. But bad guys? And what did your grandmother think about this?

“I’m hungry can we make dino nuggies,” megumi stands up, shaking you from your thoughts.

You both walk back into the house, using the key Toji provided to unlock the front door. The house is simple, clean, almost like no one lived there, except for the various toys scattered in the living room and a few dishes in the sink.

Once the food is cooked you both sit on the living room floor, the tv showing cartoons, a pile of crispy chicken nuggets on a plate between the two of you. You hated to admit how fun this was. You never thought of yourself as a motherly person, but you were easily becoming attached to Megumi.

Your phone pings with an incoming text

Toji: Has he driven you crazy yet?

You smile before replying

You: Plz, he’s an absolute angel.

Toji: Lol, only bc he’s got a crush.

You blush, unsure how to respond.

Toji: I’ll be home in about an hour.

After finishing dinner and sneaking Megs a cookie from the cabinet, the two of you curl up on the couch underneath a blanket. A movie plays on the tv but his eyes are slowly closing as he curls up against your side. It's a comforting weight, his little body, you can’t help but feel your heart warm, your eyes also struggling to stay open…

You feel a warm hand on your shoulder, gently nudging you.

“Hey I’m home,” a soft voice says.

You finally register where you are, shooting your eyes open. Toji is leaning over the couch, hand still resting on your shoulder and Megumi is not next to you.

“Shit! Where’s—” you start to panic. “Relax, I already took him to his room, I’m sorry I'm so late..I got…busy,” he says hesitantly.

“God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” you apologize, earning a laugh from Toji

“I told you, he’s not an angel. He will tire you out.”

“No, he was great. We had a lot of fun.” You wanted to ask about what Megumi had mentioned earlier–the hiding, the bad guy, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. Not right now anyway.

“I appreciate it,” he says. “Here.” He holds out a thick stack of twenties, a currency strap around it reading 300 dollars.

“Toji! No! This is entirely too much I really didn’t mind.” you say, shocked. Not even daring to touch that much money.

“I insist.” He waves it in front of you.

“No I refuse,” You stand up, heading to the door to put on your shoes. You knew babysitting could come with good cash but never THAT much and just for an afternoon, you’d feel too guilty taking that much from him. You attempt to change the subject. “Uhm he ate dinner and fell asleep not long after you texted. I didn’t let him nap or anything…”

You look up and see toji staring at you with a slightly annoyed expression for not accepting the money. “Uhm, I guess i’ll go–”

“Wait,” toji grasps your upper arm before you can open the door. His big strong hand sends heat down your spine. “Go tell him bye, before you leave.”

“Huh?” you ask confused.

“Go tell him that you are leaving and you'll see him later,” he says, softly. Almost pleading.

“Of course I’ll see him again. Let him sleep.”

“No,” toji shakes his head, his grasp still firm on your arm. “If he wakes up and sees you're suddenly gone and didn’t tell him bye he will freak out…just—please.”

Your heart breaks at the thought of Megumi being upset. In his room, you sit on the bed, his small body curled beneath the covers. You lean over and whisper, “Hey little man, I’m going home.”

He shifts under the covers, a small whine, “no stay.”

“I gotta go feed Mewsy,” you say. “She gets really grumpy if she’s not fed.”

Megumi sits up, rubbing the sleep out of his eye before embracing you. You hug him back, now hating that you did indeed have to go. You look at toji, leaning against the doorframe, a soft smile on his lip “I’ll see you later ok?”

He releases you and shakes his head before lying back down. Once you tuck him in, you pass by toji’s looming body by the doorway and walk to the front door. You pause not wanting to leave without asking your questions. Turning back around, Toji is standing behind you. How did you not hear him approaching? You jump back, a little startled at his silent approach.

“I–I should go,” you stammer but don’t move towards the door. Toji removes the stack of money from his pocket and reaches it forward, sliding it into your jacket pocket.

He’s so close you can smell his manly scent, arousal creeping into your veins.

“Thank you.” he whispers.

Before you can do something stupid, you whirl to the door and throw it open. Rushing down the steps without saying goodbye.

[httpsjeonglvr]

hi!! i saw ur requests were open and i really loved the Pierced request u did,,, and i was wondering if u could do one where the reader is alt but subtly so??? like a lazy day or maybe a work day where they have to tone down their style

bc like usually if ur subtly alt and encounter a more obviously alt person in public there’s this moment of “I Know What You Are 🤨🤨 <3”

i’m totally going on a tangent but i think a scenario with those vibes would be kinda neat

I Know What You Are

h. brown x alt! reader

A/N: I tried my best to do alt reader but since I don't have much experience I failed so I’m sorry if you don’t like it

Usually, when you are hanging out with your friends or coworkers your style is slightly darker than theirs and when you became close to Miles and Pav. You were a bit hesitant to grow close to the others but Miles and Pav had convinced you after numerous times.

Today was your day off and the group decided to invite themselves over except Miguel who claimed to be to busy for useless events on his day off. The group was sitting in your living room eating your snacks and fighting over the TV, you had walked out in a pair of sweatpants and a black halter top with a handpainted skull on it, and a scowl was etched on your face as you watched the chaotic people mess around your living room. You had noticed they invited the spider punk who you haven’t gotten introduced to yet.

Hobie turned around at the sound of your footsteps and his jaw dropped he hadn’t seen you in such casual clothing before, he was used to your alternative outfits and makeup when the group hung out outside of work. You made eye contact with the punk and nodded in acknowledgement before sitting next to Pav on the floor.

While you and Pav made conversation Hobie couldn’t take his eyes off you and that made you uncomfortable so you turned to look at him and his eyes held a look as if he was telling you something. You knew what he was saying ‘I Know What You Are’

A few weeks later you and Hobie started to hang out on your own and you both bonded over your love of the alternative style and beliefs about the world. He absolutely loved the fact that someone else was into his style and glad that you felt comfortable enough with him to open up about your personal life,not that you weren’t close to miles and them but you weren’t sure how they take your all the shit you’ve been going through.

Hobie asks you to move into his apartment, sadly that would not be possible, your universe needs his spider-woman.

"Hobie my darling, I can't stay" you whisper between kisses as your boyfriend slides his big hands under your shirt but it’s actually his.

You and him had been living in content until a certain canon event which led to him losing the only thing he lived for. You

I will rework on it anon

[jaskierx]

Every time I see some Taika slander on this app, I block. And I don’t even care about him because I have no clue how he is in real life, but I have enough of the bullshit. Taika is a Zionist? Block. Taika’s fault for whatever-pick-anything? Block. Taika is an evil man? Block. Taika doesn’t do enough to promote ofmd? Block. Taika did this and that in his private life? One, how the fuck would you know, random person who lives in Germany? Keep your nose out of his goddamn business. Second. BLOCK. Let’s celebrate Taika’s shows ending one after the other? You guessed it. Block. Someone literally said Taika’s ancestors are rolling in their grave in shame. Bloooocccckkkkk.

I have no words, this is vile. And this public character assassination has gone on for way too long, from medias and randos on the internet alike.

Those people who gloat and say the most horrendous things need to get off their moral high horse, clean in front of their doorstep and go outside to touch some grass. I don’t know why they’re so spiteful but they need to heal their soul. They’re keyboard activists that are looking for trends to be mad about so they can pretend to care and be morally superior. And then they can harass others. They don’t care and they can’t fool me and they can fuck off. Blockity block block block.

God… I got heated real quick. Sorry about that. But for real, I hope he stays the hell away from social media.

yeah i've blocked literally dozens of people in the last 30ish hours and the vast majority are people who have never watched ofmd who decided to go into the tag and post about how happy they are that the 'racist tv show' that's 'run by zionists' is cancelled and 'the zionists' are now 'unemployed'. or people who are casual fans of ofmd who were like 'meh s2 was bad and you could tell taika was bored of it'

it's just so fucking stupid. i hate this whole mentality that people are either 100% perfect and morally pure or they're evil and every bad thing that happens to them should be celebrated. i hate that people are so desperate to blame taika when the show wouldn't fucking exist without him. i hate that people are so confidently stating shit like 'david should've known taika couldn't commit for 3 seasons' like fuck that parasocial ass shit you don't know any of these people! imagine if it was the other way around and the cast started posting shit on twitter like 'lol lyse jaskierx should lose her job bc i can tell she's bored of spreadsheets'. it's ridiculous

[spideybatsy]

A+B | Chapter Three

Summary: GN!reader is falling in love with Bruce Wayne, even if they won't admit it. Everything takes a turn for the worse when Bruce's biggest secret comes to light.

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x GN!Reader

WC: 2.1K

Warnings: attempted mugging!

Notes: Can be read as any batsy you’d like, I personally picture Bale bc I’m a slut for him <3

Masterlist

“Going on another date, are you?”

A laugh leaves my mouth as I turn to my flatmate, Stacey. “I think you’re the only person who would call it that,” I respond.

“And what would you call it?” She walks further into the room and sits on the end of my bed.

“I don’t know,” honesty is always the best policy. “Probably just dinner with a friend.”

“A friend who just so happens to be very rich, very handsome and quite the bachelor.” She hums, “how many times have you been over now?”

“Maybe half a dozen?” It’s been a few months and you try to have dinner weekly, but things come up and plans change. “I’ll have you know that Alfred joins us every now and then.”

“Yes, Alfred. The older man who has been taking care of your ‘friend’ since his birth. Some might call him a father to Bruce.” She uses air quotes as she says friend. “Not something a couple would do at all.”

I try to brush it off, as I have done every time before, but something inside me just snaps. “Don’t you think he would’ve made a move if he was interested in me?”

Stacey goes to respond but I cut her off.

“Every time he’s seen with someone, it’s a 20-something model whose skinner, prettier and much more PR than me. He’s a playboy, Stace. He’s never had trouble making a move before and therefore, the lack of ‘move’ shows that he has no interest in me.”

She stands from the end of my bed, gently taking me into her arms. “You don’t actually think that, do you?”

I struggle to keep the tears at bay. I will not cry about this. Not now, not ever. Bruce is a friend and a friend alone. He’s never made a move to indicate otherwise and it would be unfair of me to be upset about it. There are much more pressing matters than an unreciprocated crush.

“It’s fine, honestly. I’m just sick of having it thrown in my face.” My voice sounds so small, so weak.

“Okay, I’m sorry. No more Bruce talk.” Stacey rubs my back, putting me more at ease.

“Thank you.”

Our moment is cut short as someone knocks on the door. “That’ll be Alfred.” He insisted on picking me up once he found out my car was getting serviced.

“I’ll get the door,” Stacey says. “You, get all cleaned up. Can’t have him know we were talking about a boy.”

--

“Well, well, well, look at what the cat dragged in.” Bruce says as he stands by the door, ushering me inside.

“As long as we’re feline fine, it doesn’t matter.” I hold back a grin, watching as Bruce’s face lights up.

“That was terrible, truly.” We sit down on the couch, his thigh casually resting against my own. Every time I come over, he sits slightly closer to me. Whether it’s purposeful or subconscious, I don’t know. I do know that it sends my heart racing, so I take a deep breath as I look around the room, hoping it looks innocent enough.

We talk briefly about work but there’s not much to say. We only saw each other a few days ago and despite living in Gotham, we live uneventful lives. So, rather than sit in silence I turn on the TV. I’m flicking through the channels when an old cartoon catches my eye. I hesitate and then switch the channel.

“I thought you liked Looney Tunes?”

I turn to Bruce, still holding the remote. “I figured you wouldn’t be interested, it’s fairly… childish.”

The corner of his mouth turns down as he leans closer to me. I notice the mole next to his eye, I don’t know why I’d never seen it before. “I’d do anything, as long as you were with me.” Before I can fully process his words, he pulls back. “Looney Tunes isn’t childish anyway, it’s classic.”

Without turning away from him, I switch the channel back. Anything? With me? Bruce doesn’t look back down at me and instead seems invested in the show. I miss his small smile when I turn to the screen, I also miss the way his entire face softens when he looks over at me.

We manage to watch a few episodes before Alfred comes to get us. Whether it was because me or him, I’m not sure, but our legs are squished together, his hand resting on my leg. Knowing dinner is ready, I go to turn the tv off, but my finger slips and I accidentally bring up the news. There’s a robbery happening downtown, there are a few hostages being held at gunpoint. Bruce shifts on the couch, his hand subconsciously squeezing my knee. Alfred also moves closer, leaning on the back of the couch behind Bruce.

“Do you think Batman will show up?” Both their heads snap to me. Anytime the topic of Batman came up, I changed the subject. It was probably silly, but there was an incident last year where Bruce was being held hostage and the vigilante never showed up. It wasn’t publicly addressed, but a lot of people said that Batsy hated rich people, so he wouldn’t save the billionaire.

It’s Alfred that responds first, “I’m sure the police have it handled.”

“Batman has a duty to the people.” Bruce almost snaps back.

Alfred lets out an irate sigh. “Everyone needs a break. Even the great Batman.”

Bruce doesn't respond, instead, he stands up. I hadn’t realised how warm he was until he left my side.

“What do you think?” It takes me a moment to realise Alfred is addressing me.

I look over at Bruce, whose eyebrows are furrowed, his face in a tight scowl. I wonder if this is bringing up bad memories for him. Bringing up the anxiety he must've felt that day. I briefly consider lying but I know Bruce would see straight through me.

“I think he carries a great burden.” I look over at Bruce, but he’s death staring at the ground. “And I feel very sorry for him.”

At this, he looks at me. “Sorry?”

“Crime in Gotham never stops, which means he never stops. That’s got to be too much for one man to handle, no matter how good-looking he is.”

Alfred goes to speak but is immediately cut off by Bruce. “You think Batman is good-looking?”

“You don’t?” I almost laugh. “I mean, look at him. All dark and mysterious, with huge muscles and a desire to help people? How could you not be attracted to him?”

Silence falls over the room and suddenly I’m worried that I said too much. Bruce probably hates Batman; Batman seems to hate him. God, what if I’ve just ruined everything, my new little fa-

My thoughts are cut short when I see a small, cheeky smile play on Bruce’s lips. Alfred tries, and fails, to cover his laugh.

“Well, when you say it like that.” The older man says, “How could you not be?” Then he walks out of the room.

Bruce is still smiling when he comes over to the couch and takes my hand, leading me towards the dining room. I don’t miss the way he looks back at the tv, or the way his eyes narrow when he does.

--

We’re halfway through our meal when Bruce puts his utensils down. Alfred didn’t join us tonight, so it’s just the two of us. I hesitate on my own meal when he stands up and walks over to the side of my chair. Gently, he reaches over and tucks my hair behind my ear. His hands comes to rest on my cheek. His palm is so big that it covers my cheek and still lingers on the side of my neck.

“I’ve got to go, A.” The disappointment that floods my veins must show on my face because he starts stroking my cheek with his thumb.  “I don’t know how long I’ll be gone but you’re welcome to stay as long as you want. Alfred can make you anything you ask for and then he’ll drive you home.”

“Okay.” My voice is softer than I expected. “Is everything okay?”

“Apart from leaving you, everything is fine.” He leans in and for a moment, just a brief moment, I think he’s going to kiss me.

Instead, he pulls away and leaves. I try to compose myself enough to finish my meal, but my appetite has vanished.

“Is everything okay, Master Wayne?” Alfred stops short when he notices Bruce’s empty chair. His eyes shift over to me and instantly soften. “He left you here?”

“Yeah,” I rise from my seat. “I’m going to head home.”

“Give me one second to get the car.”

“It’s okay, I’d rather walk.” He hesitates for a moment but must decide it’s a good decision because he leads me to the door. “I am sorry, truly. Master Wayne doesn’t always think.”

“Thank you, Alfred.” I wrap my arms around his torso. “I’ll see you.”

Then I walk out the door and into the darkness.

--

The streets of Gotham are creepy during the day, so I’ve always avoided them at night. But now that I’m here, the fresh air helps ease the stinging behind my eyes. I’m not sure why I’m so upset. Bruce is an incredibly busy man, and I’ve never had any right to his time.

Part of me wonders if I’m actually upset because he didn’t kiss me. I feel myself cupping my cheek where his hand was, but it just doesn’t feel right. Am I just making all this up?

In the back of my mind, I hear distant footsteps behind me. I’m so wrapped up in my head that I don’t notice as they progressively get faster and closer.

Does Bruce think about me when I’m not around? He talks so sweetly but maybe he talks to everyone like that.

The only warning is the prickle at the back of my neck. Then heavy hands grab my shoulders. A scream escapes my throat as I try to run away, thrashing in his grasp. But it’s no use. The stranger effortlessly pulls me off the street and shoves me into a brick wall.

My face is gets scratched while I struggle against him but I quickly stop when I feel the metal head of a gun press into my side.

“Give me your wallet.” I can hardly hear him over my ragged breathing.

My hands fumble around my pocket for my wallet, I don’t bother telling him it's empty.

“Hurry up, bitch.” He presses the gun further into my side, “Or I’ll press the trigger.”

The tears are freely running down my face now, I’m almost hiccupping with every breath. My wallet falls to the floor, and I tense as he pulls away and leans down to reach for it.

Seconds pass.

Then a minute.

I take a deep breath and turn my head to look behind me, but no one’s there.

I’m overcome with relief and turn around to spot my wallet still on the floor. It’s wet and dirty but at least I won’t have to get new ID. There’s the crunch of broken glass near the dumpster. I can’t stop the flinch that jolts up my spine at the sound, as I cower away.

“Don’t be scared.” The voice is deep, unnaturally so.

“Please, I don’t have anything.” I whimper. “Please, I swear.”

A figure emerges from the darkness, yet the darkness doesn’t disappear. Then I realise, he is the darkness.

“You’re safe.”

My knees give out and I fall to the floor, as sobs rack through my body. I can’t see through my tears, but I hear him step closer. Then, he’s by my side. Arms wrapped around me, palm on my face and thumb stroking my cheek calmly.

I don’t know how long we sit there but it’s drizzling by the time I relax. Now that my eyes are cleared, I rake them over the strange man. He’s covered in head-to-toe black, but don’t look any higher than his chest and the bat symbol plastered there. I’m too scared to look into his eyes.

He helps me stand up, his arm still wrapped around my waist. He moves around for a moment and then drapes his cape across my shoulders. I hadn’t realised how cold I was. We stand in the street for what feels like minutes but is probably seconds. Then, I drag my gaze up his chest and to his eyes, which are staring back at me.

They’re stunning.

Yet, there’s something so familiar about him that I just can’t place my finger on.

“Come on, let’s get you home.”

I nod and he slowly starts walking me out of the street. Then I see it. The mole next to his eye. I say it before I even think. Just one small word, yet the damage is incomprehensible.

“Bruce?”

[yeetlegay]

AU where Vegas is new to sex and so fucking horrendous at it he keeps scaring off the hoes. Like we’re talking absolutely desolate levels of incompetent here, thinks fingerblasting is just finger guns but faster, couldn’t find a g-spot if you painted it purple and had it sing the Barney song.

So cut to him in his living room one night with a bottle of Chardonnay in hand and Bridget Jones on the tv, eating cheese straight out of the bag and stewing in his own virginal gloom after the fifth time a hookup tells him “I have to go, my friend was in an accident” mid-fuck. An excuse which his roommate Pete, seated a few feet away and trying to be the bigger person bc that’s his cheese actually, tells Vegas is standard code for people ditching a bad date/hookup.

“I’m not a bad hookup,” Vegas protests.

“Of course not,” Pete says diplomatically.

“I just—” Vegas is wine-drunk or he wouldn’t be saying this. “I just wish they’d tell me what they want. It’s like everyone expects me to know what to do and what they like, but then I do what I think I’m supposed to and it’s the wrong thing.”

“You could ask them,” Pete suggests.

Vegas scoffs. “Yeah, and then they’d know I don’t know what I’m doing. And nobody wants to spend their night teaching some clueless virgin how to eat them out.”

“You might be surprised.”

Vegas shakes his head and watches dispassionately as Colin Firth and Hugh Grant crash through a restaurant window. “Well, I haven’t gone home with anyone who does, at least. Pretty sure they all have this idea I’m some kind of crazy dungeon master. Like I’ll be teaching them stuff.”

Pete is silent for a long moment. Hugh swings a trash can lid at Colin. Vegas wraps his hand around the neck of the bottle and drinks in great big gulps like it’s PBR instead of wine.

“Well,” Pete says finally, resignedly, with the look of someone walking into their next mistake head first and eyes open. “I could—I could help you.”

The Chardonnay dribbles down Vegas’s shirt. “What?”

“Well, I—” Pete is staring at the bag of cheese—his bag of cheese—with a carefully casual expression. “You know, I’m, uh, pretty good at telling people what I want them to do to me. Because of, you know, what I do. So I could—” He gulps. “Teach you. Some things. If you want.”

(It’s at this point I should probably mention: Pete is a professional camboy. 🤗)

[lover-of-mine]

no no that is such a good point like I've been so focused on the buddie of it all (bc well yeah they have my heart) & just like assuming Tommy & Eddie will be fine but like I don't actually know??? I guess I'm hoping that while we get Buck/Tommy development & Buddie development we also get Eddie & Tommy development but I have no idea like how they'll do it??? Bc Eddie would also probably feel hella guilty if he realizes he's in love with Buck while Buck is not only dating but dating one of his good friends? Like that's a lot. Even if Tommy is more aware that something's going on there and he & Buck are able to part on amicable terms like ugh where would that leave Eddie? Tho I mean I guess it also depends on how serious or casual Buck & Tommy are but still. I commented this on the other ask tho that I do like the idea of that being an aspect they explore if Buddie get together. And if Buck is able to part amicably with Tommy then maybe he could be in a position to like gently nudge Eddie in the direction of like "I know it's weird but you two had a really good thing going, I'd hate for you to lose that, how can I help" type of thing? And Eddie struggling but Tommy seems like idk he'd want to stay friends & be patient enough to work on it too? You know? I mean I really have no idea but that'd be cool to see and a good like first I don't want to say test but in terms of like showing us how Buddie works as a relationship and the ways they're maybe different but better? Idk. Eddie has so much of his own issues and I think a situation like this that's weird & messy could potentially be a way for him to work through some stuff?? But like *shrugs helplessly* WHO KNOWS? NOT ME.

Yeah, like, not to be an Eddie wobblifier on main, but the only thing I've been able to think about is the Eddie and Tommy of it all, because I can't remember the last time we saw Eddie that happy and that was a lot about his friendship with Tommy. And Eddie is already being used as a plot device here, if on top of it all he also loses this friendship he had going on Tommy, imma be mad as hell, because Eddie deserves how happy he was. That man has been through hell and to have him laughing about being on a helicopter or excited about a fight with everything that happened to him was everything to me. Eddie is in a better place, he is learning to do things for himself, and to have Buck take that away from him even if unintentionally would be tragic. Because if this is leading to buddie getting together, I don't see how Mr looks like he poisoned Taylor Kelly's food would handle being friends with Buck's ex. Sure they are all grown men, and Tommy and Buck will probably part ways amicably, but at the same time, how close to Tommy Eddie can be in this situation? Because Tommy will always be this person who Buck had all these firsts with, so Eddie being somewhat jealous, or just feeling weird about it in a general sense, would be perfectly natural. So, like, how are they working through that? Like, I get queer culture and go lesbians continuing to live together after they break up because they are still best friends, but this is a tv show, how well can that play out in the long run if they keep Tommy around after he and Buck break up and Buck and Eddie get together? I'm really curious.

[yuripoll]

KNOCKOUTS: How Do We Relationship? (2018 - ?)

How Do We Relationship? (or So you wanna go out, or...?) is an ongoing drama series by Tamifull about a couple who got together because they are the only lesbians they know.

Shy Miwa has always dreamed of finding love, but living in small-town Japan made finding the right match difficult—especially since she likes girls! Even going away to college didn't seem to help, until one day her outgoing classmate Saeko suggests they might as well start dating each other since it's not like either of them has other options. At first it seems like things won't work out as their personalities clash and misunderstandings abound. But when their casual friendship starts to become something more, Miwa begins to wonder—can a pragmatic proposal lead to true love? - MAL

ENG localised by Viz & JP available on Book Walker.

CWs under the cut. General severity rating: significant.

sex scenes + lots of talking about sex.

homophobia <- part of a characters backstory & fear of further homophobia plays a big part in her actions & thoughts processes. also theres this one guy who kind of sucks (generally an asshole to miwa, pushy about her relationship in ch11, also just generally a dick whenever he shows up tbh. cools off after ch16). ch24 a parent makes a comment about lesbians on tv around her gay daughter. ch73 homophobe says shes grossed out by lesbians bc of a bad experience w another girl. theres some internalised homophobia too.

(attempted?) outing <- as previously stated. theres this one guy who kind of sucks. just callously accuses her of dating a woman in front of randos. happens in ch13 and ch16.

hes not actually homophobic for the record he's just an asshole.

ableism(?) <- character backstory in ch16, parent takes her child to a doctor and tells them to make him normal. its not actually clear why she thought he's not normal, but ableism felt like the most appropriate label to give it.

jealousy <- in main couple. becomes a plot point from ch12 onwards, iirc gets mostly resolved at ~ch20? side character gets in a (toxic?) relationship w a woman who won't let him hang out w his girl bestie.

emotional infidelity <- icr the exact chapter # but one of the mains has lingering feelings for her first crush which causes Relationship Havoc. important to note that no actual cheating takes place.

child abuse (by both parents + complicit sibling) <- extreme academic pressure + very undisguised favouritism to an emotionally abusive degree.

suicidality / suicide baiting <- ch26, complicit sibling above tells her sister to die + character expresses that she would have died if it weren't for her friend reaching out to her. ch43 a character visibly going through a depressive episode says she wants to die. continues throughout depressive episode up til roughly ch50.

slut shaming <- one very minor incident during a fight in ch5 but mostly warning wrt ch38 where a character who sleeps around a lot gets judged by her fwb.

misogyny <- also ch38, mostly talking about the same instance. internalised misogyny brought up in one character backstory in ch64.

toxicity? or messiness? like...... SO messy

i literally can't stress enough how messy this gets

^ live batoto reaction

[jihyocentric]

roommates!jeonghyo except jeongyeon comes home after a long day from work and jihyo can’t help but seduce her bc of her suit

i guess this was supposed to be from fwb jeonghyo au (?) anyway, every time i think about jeongyeon in suits i remember the first season of tdoong entertainment..

-

"you're late." jihyo said loudly from the living room as soon as she heard the door opening, eyes not moving away from the tv. "you lost half of the episode, idiot!"

"not everyone has a free schedule like you, park jihyo."

jeongyeon places her keys on the counter and walks towards jihyo, too tired to think about taking her heels off. when she came in their apartment, going against her own neat nature, she left her purse on the ground, more than exhausted after doing extra hours at work. she sits next to jihyo, grabbing some of the popcorn that the younger was eating, sighing when she sees the main character of the drama they had been watching together have a kiss scene with the character she didn't like.

"why do they always choose the ones who could potentially break their hearts?" jeongyeon huffs out, and then jihyo looks at her.

jihyo was about to hit back and say jeongyeon should stop being dense, her reason was that the girl actually had feelings towards the boy she kissed, even if he used to be a bad person. but her words died when she saw what jeongyeon was wearing, a suit that made her look polite, collected and strangely attractive, different than her usual casual wear.

"what is this outfit?" jihyo eyes her from the heels to her still perfect hair even after a day at work. she can't help but feel warm, closing her mouth in disbelief. jeongyeon looked gorgeous.

jeongyeon looks at her, her face softer than the usual. "do you like it? nayeon unnie told me to wear this if i want a raise." jihyo opens her mouth, but jeongyeon laughs it off. "because it makes me look professional, park jihyo. i know what you were thinking."

the way jeongyeon moves her head in a light, tired way and looks back at the tv, mindlessly, as if that was her routine, makes jihyo come to the realization that that was, in fact, a routine. they'd go to college in the morning, after that jeongyeon would go to work and jihyo would take her time to study and do her daily things, and then they'd be back at their home, talk, laugh, if jihyo was in the mood maybe kiss, and repeat it all the next day. it was all too casual, intimately so, and the part where they kissed and cared about each other in a special way makes it hard to believe that they were merely just friends.

"yoo jeongyeon," jihyo places the popcorn bowl on the centerpiece. "kiss me."

"i've already lost half of the episode so don't try to seduce me now." jeongyeon complains, and jihyo doesn't want to hear. she straddles jeongyeon, turning off the tv after she does, holding her best friend's face in her hands. "i was watching that!"

"you can watch it later." jihyo says, opening button after button of jeongyeon's suit. "i hate to admit it but you look really sexy."

jeongyeon might have complained but she let jihyo open her suit and kiss her neck, her eyes closing at the soft touch of jihyo's lips over her skin. she really needed to relax and jihyo gave her just that, managing to take off jeongyeon's shirt and the blazer, only so she could remove jeongyeon's bra.

"what are you doing?" jeongyeon asks when jihyo tries to make her wear the blazer back.

"want to fuck you while you wear it." jihyo says, and jeongyeon helps her put the piece of clothing back.

"kinky." jeongyeon teases, moaning when jihyo's hands squeezes her breasts.

there was something about the way jihyo touched her that made jeongyeon relax, even her shoulders losing the tension. jihyo's hands, despite being small, were enough to touch every inch of her body in the most delicate way, making jeongyeon sigh with every tender touch. to jeongyeon's surprise, jihyo has been starting kisses lately. the one who was absolutely against sharing that much intimacy while they had sex was now slipping her tongue past jeongyeon's lips, giving her a hungry but controlled kiss that made jeongyeon hold her waist tightly in both of her hands, bringing jihyo so close that it was only convenient to ride jeongyeon's thigh.

jihyo moans and breaks the kiss, slightly out of breath. "s-stop. i want to make you feel good and you're distracting me."

"how about i make you feel good instead?" jeongyeon kisses her neck, hands sneakily grabbing her breasts under the shirt.

jihyo slaps jeongyeon's hands. "no. now take your pants off."

jihyo leaves jeongyeon's lap and kneels on the floor, waiting patiently for jeongyeon to unzip her pants and take them off, along with the panties. she kisses jeongyeon's thighs, reaching closer to her wet core, giving a lick on jeongyeon's folds to have a little taste.

jihyo brings jeongyeon closer to the edge of the couch, burying her face in her legs, making jeongyeon moan from the back of her throat, fond of the feeling of jihyo's tongue eating her out. the way jihyo looked up at her while giving her the best oral she has ever received felt particularly intimate, and maybe jeongyeon was too tired from work that her mind couldn't think straight, but there was a glint filled with affection, almost palpable, in the way jihyo looked at her.

jeongyeon's hips quivered and searched for more of jihyo's mouth, a sharp cry coming out of her when she felt she was close, and soon enough her thighs trapped jihyo's head in place, coming all over the younger's mouth, whining when jihyo's tongue continued to lick her, gathering all of her cum. jihyo pecked jeongyeon's thigh one more time before getting up and straddling the older, who was near to dozing off.

"hey, hey. don't sleep here. i know i'm so good i made you exhausted but you need to take a shower and eat first." jihyo says, annoyingly, biting jeongyeon's shoulder out of habit.

"yes, let's take a shower." jeongyeon finds strength to get up from the couch, taking jihyo with her. the younger squeals when she's lifted, holding onto jeongyeon not to fall.

"i've showered already, let me go!" jihyo slaps jeongyeon's back, only for jeongyeon to slap her butt in order to make her stop squirming. "yoo jeongyeon!"

[ssaalexblake]

I mean, I know as far as internet fandom goes i am an outlier in that i happily rant on about tv shows but go out of my way to Not read creator bts interviews and all material like that. I kind of like to toe the line of very dedicated fan who does fannish stuff on the internet and talks about it and makes fanworks, but also like to be a casual fan who only watches the show content and doesn’t look up bts factoids or interviews or things like that. 

Part of this is that I learnt my lesson that asshole showrunners running their traps ruins shows for me bc it can make something innocuous on screen be something insidious with one small bit of bts content, but the other part of this system is that certain people have gotten comfortable in the idea that their stories don’t have to address All the plot threads to make sense because you can just Tell people the info on twitter or something instead. I want to judge if the show is good Without them having to cheat by doing this.

So i watched this season of STP Only knowing about the casting. I have not read a word that man has said. I know he Has said things but i don’t look at them even if i do see peoples reactions. All i have about S3 is what I watched on screen. 

And ngl, this viewpoint of Only seeing the actual content has me really thrown by fandom opinions. I was shocked at the idea of bev and picard dropping their kid off to his first day at work was somehow supposed to be some kind of signal they were together despite zero indication as such. I was shocked at the idea the time jump of a year apparently meant that they’d all been in space for a whole year bc that’s just kind of absurd? ofc they all went home at some point?? probably many times? what kind of weird assumption is it that they just dumped their lives for a year? I know Laris did not appear, but i was like ????????? at comments that it means they’d split up or whatever. Where is the indication of this in the show? That Picard went with Beverly to drop their kid off? I didn’t realise u can’t talk to the other parent of your kids unless you’re a couple i guess? There was absolutely Zero comments on the romantic status of any of the characters. At all. So i’m just gonna assume nothing changed, if it were important they’d have told us in the show. 

Like, i Only have show content to inform my view of what happened between them all and the show itself doesn’t paint such a weird picture as, apparently, whatever the guy with an ego the size of a star system says in interviews. He can say whatever he wants to but in the end, casual non ama reading viewers count for the biggest chunk of viewers and if we don’t know about it because it didn’t end up in the show, it’s not actually viable canon at all, it’s just some crap the writer said but obviously didn’t include for a reason. 

I’m not like, making some kind of statement by saying i’m ignoring the guy. I just Only watched the show, and if what actually happened has no similarity to what he’s saying that’s His bad writing and i personally wouldn’t be admitting to this in public if i were him. 

i’m judging the show he wrote and that only. If i get the ‘wrong’ result from that that’s on him. 

[thepolyamorouspolymath]

In another edition of "BE A BETTER FUCKING LIAR", a guy we'll call... Sales (bc fuck 'im, he's not worth a good name)... hit me up on Facebook, which I hate but use for business-y shit.

First weird, bc I just set all new profiles everywhere bc my stalker ex had his friends bugging me and so it had like 4 business related posts and the profile pic was a cartoon of me that my extremely talented kid drew (who I'd be happy to put links for except he doesn't give them to me... @aceofenderafterdark though, he's great) and like a 2 sentence bio calling Damian the worst Robin and Episode 1 the worst Star Wars.

That was it.

Claimed my profile image showed creativity, and I'm like yep sure does... that of an 18 year old boy who helped his mom our by drawing it bc I'm terrible. Had a bunch of comic stuff, though didn't seem to get into my analysis of them but just like pics of merch. Which neat but I'd rather hear who you think is better Superman or Martian Manhunter and why it's 100% J'onn than see a picture of an action figure.

Made my no casual sex position clear. He claimed that no he really wanted to get to know me and a relationship.

Yeah, sure, never heard that before.

I'm asking him questions... getting like nothing back. He invites me to his place including some play, I said no.

I said I had given him the playbook, that I expected some romance, some wooing, some genuine interest beyond physical before I met and he hadn't passed the pre screen

He countered he'd be romantic in person. I explained that sweaty groping isn't romance and any guy not willing to put in the effort in advance isn't going to be -- they say it to get you there and then keep pushing your boundaries and standards hoping you'll fuck them on a whim.

"No I want to tease you before I fuck you."

First, confirms my opinion, second tells me you're gonna be a shitty partner since you haven't listened to what I like.

Asked me for the same damn thing I already said no to -- y'all, I do not stutter, I do not mumble, I don't waffle, I don't try to soften blows... when I say no, it is incredibly fucking clear.

He claimed he needed more guidance on what I was looking for in pre screening. I said showing genuine interest beyond physical would be a start.

He asked my favorite movie.

I'd already told him 3 times.

AND IT'S RETURN OF THE FUCKING JEDI, ITS NOT EXACTLY OBSCURE!

Some other dude tried to say men don't pay attention to that shit bc they think important things (bitch I am analyzing the entire planet at once and I can tell you how to make B's favorite chicken without doing it for years, remember his Chinese name I'm forbidden to use, how to make M tea I haven't made in 8 years, along with his favorite war stories even though they bored me, what game N liked at the casino and his favorite TV show... and they were years ago. I can also tell you Riveria's WS ERA in the 90s, and describe the phenomenon of the exploding fastball and how few pitchers have ever pulled it off, put forth a compelling defense of Pete Rose for the Hall even if he's a bastard bc he knows more about the game than any man living or dead.... I can cite constitutional theory and precedents for how all drugs constitutionally should be legal, though regulation is fine, give you an analysis of any philosopher taught at a college level that decimates the professor, discuss the comparative strength of every classic Godzilla film, dissect and enjoy Shakespeare and Sanderson with equal measure and thoroughness, BACKWARDS AND HEELS... Men have too much important to remember a movie. Bite my feminist ass.) And beyond that an extra question of "why?" would have demonstrated how I think as well a lot about my values and character (I take my Star Wars seriously.)

Honestly, I expect people to lie sometimes. I don't like it but hey men lying to fuck women is nothing new. But ffs, doing so badly is so goddamn insulting to my intelligence.

Get better.

[winderlylandchime]

Hello! Just a few answers to your replies: i genuinely think the reason the doctors and nurses gave him his little present, is because he was there for the first like 2/3 months almost every other day. And then every week like twice or so. So he was constantly there, talking about qaf and about other random shit and he always brought them snacks that they liked. His 2nd visit he was showing pictures of his friends to the nurses as if they know each other. So i think he has a way to force himself into a persons heart, i guess. But i will also say, the staff was full of sweethearts so that was probably a big reason too. AND YES THE SURGEON WATCHED IT. We flipped out on our drive back home. He really forced doctors and random people to watch a tv show he was obsessed with. Kind of iconic of him ngl. And you are not the only one who had questions! The prom bashing was the entire topic of our ride back home. And he was way ahead of you because he thought about calling the doctor as well but after I and like 5 other people told him not to, he thankfully didn’t. I think he would if he was left alone with a phone.

Just so you know: my brother actually fell to the floor dramatically because he realized maybe 5 minutes after i clicked send, that he mixed up prom ep and 2x20. And then he laid in the middle of the living room while our dad just stepped over him while talking on the phone with a coworker as if it was nothing. After that we got into a fight because he said I should’ve caught his error and I said that he told me to just do and write what he says and then he said I should’ve known better than to listen to him. Bottom line is, our dad sent us both to our rooms because he was sick of us. He also said your spouse sounds fucking cool as fuck because of their ‘Brian Kinney’ era.

The only thing he said after he read your WIP fics responses was ‘well, whatever her and that person who is doing a Hannah Montana with two accounts write next, I’m fucking seated for it. Ready to read’ so, i guess you have a groupie.

And as for the assignments you gave him, he actually laughed at it (nicely not in a bad way) and asked me to reply to you by telling you: that he actually years ago deleted all his social media (the idiot wanted to avoid Marvel spoilers) and then after that it just kind of became a habit. He did think about making an instagram account because for a brief second, he lived in a world where Gale Harold was active on social media. And when he found out that wasn’t the case, he actually went ‘well fuck that then.’ He (i so wish this was a joke bc i was upset yesterday over this btw i will tell you in a second why) gets all his info about anything pop culture related from his friends who do have social media. So his best friend sends him like screenshots of shit they see on IG or whatever. And yesterday THIS is how he found out that Dan and Ron did a podcast interview(?) with Liberty Diner Dish. Because he asked his friend a month ago to check if Mr Harold is active and his friend now just casually keeps tabs on qaf stuff for him (not that he has much to keep up with). And sends him random shit he sees. Anyway, he came to me and showed me the podcast on Spotify and i was actually shocked because he found this before I did. Like what the fuck happened? So he doesn’t actually have any social media. He had a Facebook but mom made him delete it because he used it to bully some of our no contact family members cause of their political views. He had a twitter account from the years 2016-2021…I bet you can guess why.. yes, it was to bully a certain dude and certain groups of people. I will say though, that he did actually really think about making a tumblr account and i was rooting for it and tried to make it happen because why should i be the only one to deal with this shit? But in the end he decided against it. He didn’t really say why or anything like that but I think he kind of likes not being on social media. Which ngl is so fucking ironic because of all of this.

Dear sweet anon! I just finished posting the final chapter of Fireflies and then logged into tumblr dot com and your messages are my reward.

I am so glad we are all on the same page of realizing that a trauma surgeon would have AMAZING insight into the prom arc. (Psst brother, when your sister isn’t looking go ahead and call your doctor…)

Dying over you and your brother arguing like siblings (which you are) about the 2x20 fic idea so badly that your dad sent you to your rooms!

I think I’m going to tackle the drag queen AU next (yikes! it’s going to be a big fic.) and @kiranerysed just started posting a new fic that’s based loosely on how IRL friend of mine met his husband.

I will say… tumblr is not social media. It’s *technically* a microblogging platform. So, y’know, if he wants to remain a social media purist, he still can. Also I adore that your mom made him delete FB after 2016. And that he had a twitter account just for harassing a certain orange idiot.

Put also! The Liberty Diner Dish have an episode with Dan and Ron?!?! I haven’t ever listened to it but I know of it. Is the episode any good? Does it make you hate them less? More?

[mooncleaver]

PJO characters as romance tropes

pairings: percy jackson, leo valdez, jason grace; gn! reader

warnings: A MESS. 

masterlist is here !

percy jackson

• ah yes, my boyfriend. • oh.. you’re here too?? i guess we can share him • KIDDING anyways • i think he would be in a neighbors au + friends to lovers for one • like do you not see the boy next door energy this man exudes?? • so maybe you moved in to this neighborhood or apartment i guess • and then this god of a man shows up at your door asking if you needed help with carrying your boxes • oh yes heart eyes from you instantly • then you feel bad bc he’s literally carrying all the heavy stuff • like couches, table, tv everything • the next day you stop by his door with blueberry pie • but this beautiful woman opens the door • its sally btw • and you’re saying, im so sorry i think i might have gotten the wrong door, there was this boy yesterday helpi- • she cuts u off like "oh! that’s my son percy"

• what a pretty name u think • you give her the pie and suddenly she’s dragging you inside • sally says he’s not here cuz he’s buying groceries  • and you guys end up talking over tea • percy gets back and when he enters his living room he sees you and sally just laughing and talking • after that you became friends • he invites you over all the time • at first he was always like "my mom says you should come over" • only bc he's too embarrassed to admit he actually wants to see you • after he found out you were the one who made the blueberry pie last time • he's begging you to teach him • anyways long story short you started dating after sally exposed BOTH of your crushes • NEXT ONE LMAO • strangers to lovers + vacation au • bc @dracodear made a vacation fic and i couldn't stop thinking about it • its one of those "i asked a stranger to go on a trip with me" yk? • kinda dangerous but i saw a guy on youtube do it • and i was like oh the wattpad girlies are gonna have a BLAST with this one • it wasn't a long or far trip, just taking the train to this hidden gem destination • after spending a few days percy is in love • he hasn't met such a fun and easy going person in a while • he really enjoyed the trip and later asks you out when you got home • WAIT OH MY GOD • FUCKING COLLEGE AU • i almost forgot • this is one of my top 3 aus/ tropes • IM GIVING YOU.. THE COLLEGE SWEETHEARTS CARD! • is that even a thing,, • BUT YES you met during orientation and been friends ever since • you’re aware of the mutual crushes you have so you confess during a study session • and you’ve been dating since then • you come over his dorm all the time to make variations of ramen • it's pretty genius if you ask me • my personal add, but ever since you discovered indomie you've never been the same. • it eventually turns into "couple that’s been together for a long time that domesticity is mundane but cute" • past the honeymoon stage basically but also not really • its like the "casual" kind of romance yk? • some people didn’t even know you guys were together bc of that • but you can also be the cheesy couple sometimes • everybody either adores you together, or are sick you of but lowkey rooting for u!! • everyone's otp methinks

leo valdez

• ok work • he’s such a funny guy, i give him • blind date trope • piper set him up i don’t make the rules. • when you meet at the restaurant and he’s being himself, he’s scared you’re gonna think he’s weird • bc his other dates failed like that (im so sorry bb) • but surprise surprise, you just laugh at all his jokes and shenanigans • and his confidence just goes up 1000% • it goes on like that and you don’t even realize time has gone by • at the end you’re holding onto your coat hailing a taxi • and he’s rubbing his head asking if you wanted to do it again, bc he really enjoyed it • and you say yes ofc • many dates turned into a relationship! congratulations • hmm in a different story its either tsundere and sunshine or gremlin and gremlin. • i really cant think about anything else! • sorry leo lovers, ive never written for him or am too familiar with his character • but this is a camp setting • after gaea happened and he came back • you ran to him and kissed him, and then slapped him bc u rlly thought he died • no calypso. anyways • the tsundere and sunshine thing is a possibility bc • i just think he’s that typa guy LMAO THAT DOESNT EXPLAIN ANYTHING • but its lowkey opposite attracts too, bc no one can match his wavelength here • people question if you guys are actually together bc u and him.. • very opposite • but you’re just actually a very private person • you love him behind doors wait that sounds- • LOL U GET ME RIGHT?? • minimum pda but when you hold his hand and kiss his cheeks he gets flustered and then acts dramatic • that’s basically the dynamics • now for the gremlin and gremlin oh boy. • you two are MENACES • chiron is tired of you but lowkey adopted you as his unhinged children • you’re always joking around and stuff, tinkering new inventions together • there are burnmarks. everywhere. • that black spot on the sparring arena? • yeah that's bc leo was testing his "extreme fiesta fireworks 2.0" • you two almost burnt down camp more than once • but you are also emotionally mature and leo has doubts about himself sometimes • you’re always there to support him!!

jason grace

• jason, jason, jason. • i had a wattpad phase for this man • still have a reading list LOL hmu if you want it, i have around 50 books • i think office romance yes. • that is totally not bc he gives me nanami kento vibes and i love office worker nanami- • BUT ANYWAY • he’s that employee that literally everyone has a crush on • and get this.. he’s CLUELESS • giving himbo but he actually got into the finance department • just imagine jim and pam but without the roy period.. or the karen agenda • he’s such a gentleman • knows everyone in the office, even the security guard • to give it some spice you guys are friends • it's relatively new however you've liked him way before • it's been the "admiring him from afar" kinda thing • and when you got paired for work (idk i don't work in an office) • you felt like you've achieved a long awaited dream • but then you realized you're only friends and are NOT dating • -100 for the ego • a lot of the women try to ask him out several times a year • and he’s always politely denying them with a cute blush on his face • you’re like lowkey mad that they don’t get the hint he doesn’t want to be with them • but what can you do • you also want to court him • you think he isnt interested in you bc one, he’s rejected every other person in the whole building • and two whenever you try to make a romantic gesture/ innuendo (or so you say) • he’s always like "yn you’re such a good friend" • it decreases your life span for 10 years • at this point you just give up • but then somehow he confesses • and he’s like, ive liked you for a while now actually, i dont know why you didnt see the signs. • maybe YOU are the dumb one here. • i also think he’s suitable for a rivals to lovers • but NO ENEMIES TO LOVERS i h*te that trope • lets say its a camp jupiter setting • you’re both cohort leaders and over these years you had this friendly rivalry • not so friendly at times but it started as a childish competition • and now its this.. • everyone in the camp is lowkey keeping an eye on u 2 • bc they ship you, and they also want to see who ends up "winning" • reyna is betting in a few months you will eventually confess • its like dancing around your feelings when its very obvious • when the tension gets too much..; • you are fighting in the ring and you end up with him on the ground, and you on top • you’re like "i win" • and then realize your position • and suddenly you are kissing him • I KNOW THAT IS CLICHE.. but i do not care i like when that happens (only if they’re both capable warriors) • you’re lowkey rbf badass, and he looks tough but gets flustered easily

wtf this is literally just a brain stroke

if you got all the way here i respect you tbh

[theringers]

disrespect - lando norris x max fewtrell x reader

summary: you move to a new city and are eager for a fun night out, but your date’s drunk friend just has to ruin it

a/n: hi besties, this has been a wip for a while but ofc it’s still unedited sorry /: hope you enjoy also don’t be mad at me bc i made lando an asshole sorry xoxo enjoy the fic, as always feedback is alwayssss appreciated:)

warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, threesome, drinking, dirty talk, asshole lando, i’m in love with max fewtrell so this fic is about him here is your warning

You swiped through Tinder on your phone, hoping that you might come across someone worth spending your time with. You had just moved into your new apartment in a brand new city and it was nerve-wracking, to say the least. Upping your entire life and moving it across the country alone is one hell of a feat and you were proud of yourself. But now that there were no more boxes to unpack, you were left to deal with your loneliness in a half furnished apartment.

It had only been a few weeks since you moved away but you were craving some fun human interaction. Each person that showed up on your screen was either a hit or miss. They had to be a catfish, you thought to yourself. Or you were definitely out of their leagues. The TV was playing in the background and you were mindlessly swiping, but a profile stopped you dead in your tracks. Max, 22. His smile beamed at you through the phone and he looked like great company. Someone you could laugh with for a night and have a good time.

You swiped right on him, matching immediately. You grinned a stupid grin that you would only do when you were alone. He looked like a super fun-loving guy according to his profile. You contemplated whether to make the first move or just leave him to it.

You set your phone down on the couch and decided to get up and do a little cleaning around the house, but conveniently leave on your phone ringer, just in case. It was a single dish you didn't even finish cleaning before you heard the ding. You rushed over to your phone, excited to see a message from Max. "Hi Beautiful" it read. Okay, you said to yourself and nodded. He was pulling out the moves already. Of course, he was though, this was Tinder. What else was he here for?

You responded and got the conversation moving, asking the typical get-to-know-you questions. He seemed like a nice guy and you were desperate for a connection with another human person. You had spent way too much time on FaceTime the past few weeks.

Luckily, he was in a good mood and the two of you made plans to meet at a local pub in just a few hours. Nothing stressful, just a casual drink between new pals.

You threw on your favorite yellow sundress and waited until it was close to leaving. No one could blame you if you showed up at the pub early for a little pregame drink.

Impossibly, the pub looked familiar to you. You had never been to this town before you moved. You took a seat at the bar and ordered a gin and tonic, sipping on the strong drink while you waited.

"You must be y/n," a voice said, taking you out of your gin-induced focus. He looked even better in person. His hair was messy but it looked like he spent a decent amount of time on it. Your favorite look. He flashed his award-winning smile at you and you almost melted.

"Hi, Max?" He nodded and sat down on the barstool next to you.

"Sorry I didn't pick a nicer place. This is one of my favorites."

You laughed at him. "You could have told me this was the nicest place in town and I would have believed you."

He pointed out the door. "I live right across the street there, so this place was convenient. It slowly became one of my favorites after a while."

He had the same mindset as you. You didn't need to be in the nicest restaurant with the most expensive food and drinks by any means. It was always more fun to go to a casual pub for a drink or two and see where the night takes you.

The bartender approached him. "What can I get ya?"

He looked at your almost empty drink. "I'll have whatever she's having and make it two."

You quietly thanked him and began the dreaded awkward first-date conversation. He cleared his throat and turned toward you. "I really love that dress, by the way, you look amazing in it."

You blushed at his words and smiled. "Thanks, it's one of my favorites."

"I can tell a lot about a person by what color they wear."

"Oh, really? And what does my yellow dress say about that?"

"That you're a friendly person. You like to talk to others and you want people to think you are a nice person."

You leaned into him and rested your head in your hand. "Tell me more."

He shook his head, regretting speaking up. "No, no, it's dumb."

"Not dumb at all, I'm actually very intrigued."

He took a deep breath. "Yellow is associated with freedom, independence, and optimism. Which I feel like you have all three." He half declared, half asked. He barely knew you, but apparently, your yellow dress told him more than enough.

"I respect it," you pursed your lips in an impressed half-smile.

The bartender dropped two more drinks off and you continued chatting. You learned about his interests and his family. He learned about your career and friends. At a certain point, the two of you just went back and forth sharing funny stories. You were three or four drinks in when you decided it would be a good idea to get some food in your systems, just in case.

As the bartender walked away, your gaze diverted to a rambunctious group walking into the bar. They were loud and laughing, one even stumbling his way in.

"I kinda wish that was me right now," you joked.

His eyebrows shot up. "Should we do shots?"

"We should do shots." You two were getting along swimmingly. He flagged the bartender over and ordered two shots of whiskey. "No, no, no. Maxy boy, if you're going to do shots with me, we're doing shots of vodka."

He groaned in frustration. “That’s nasty.”

“Okay, either vodka or tequila then.”

“I’d take tequila over vodka any day.”

The bartender was still waiting for your order, tapping his fingers on the bar. You spoke. “Two shots of tequila please.”

He was quick about bringing the shots, but you weren't quick about taking them. The clear liquid sat on the bar while you collected your thoughts and prepared yourself for the shot. You felt a hand slam down on the bar next to Max and looked over.

"Lando?" He asked. He must know him.

The boy stumbled a bit but used the bar as stability. "I want one of those," he slurred and pointed at the shot glasses.

Max laughed. "What are you doing here, mate?"

"We started drinking really, really early today."

"All day?" Max giggled, unable to keep in his emotions. This was hilarious.

"All day!" He shouted.

"Hey, buddy," he said, putting his hand on his shoulder. "Let's keep it down, okay? You don't want to get kicked out, do you?"

He cocked his head to the side and peered around Max. "Oh hey," he said and you smiled back. "Who's this hot piece of ass you got with you?"

"Lando!" Max stood up and your jaw dropped. "I think we should take you home." He grabbed Lando's arm and pulled him away, the sudden movement making him nauseous. He put his hand over his mouth and rushed to the bathroom.

Max sat back down. "I apologize for his behavior. That was so rude of him."

"It's okay, we all have those drunk friends who don't know when to shut up." It was amusing to you.

"I'm going to walk him across the street to my place and put him to bed. Don't move, I'm having a great time. I promise I'll be right back. And if I'm not, just come knocking on my door."

You nodded. "Got it. Can we at least take this shot first?"

"That's my kind of girl," he said. He picked up the glass, tapping it to the table, then to your glass, then to the table again, before tossing the shot back.

It burned, bad, but with him, you almost wanted to do another one. You saw Lando stumble out of the bathroom and tipped your head to Max. You hoped he wouldn't be too long because you were really enjoying your time with him.

You looked around the bar, taking notice of the groups of people you seem to have ignored before. Lando's rowdy friends were still here and you prayed they would leave you alone. There were a few older couples on the outskirts of the bar and a few groups of younger girls, looking like they were heading out on the town for a wild night. This was definitely just their first stop.

You could get behind spending your weekends and your work nights here. You didn't live too far from this place either, so whether this date ended well or not, you were sure to run into Max again. And probably Lando too.

Max walked back into the pub in record time. He sounded out of breath and his chest was rising and falling quickly. "I'm really sorry about him again."

You shook your head from side to side. "Don't even worry about it. I've said worse while drunk."

"Haven't we all." He rolled his eyes and flagged down the bartender for another drink.

You weren't sure how long you actually spent in the pub, but you watched it get crowded for prime time and then die down for closing. You were sipping on what you deemed your last drink and you definitely didn't need it.

Max signed the check and tossed back the last sip of his drink. "Do you want to come back to my place? We can watch a movie or something and then I can walk you home."

It sounded like exactly what you needed right now. You scooted off the barstool and grabbed your purse. Max took your hand in his and lead you to his place.

He fumbled in his pocket for his keys and you watched him intently. You were finding it difficult to keep yourself from drooling over him. You leaned back on the wall and waited. "Ah, got it," he said, looking up at you. He didn't even go directly for the door next to you, but instead eyed your body up and down. "You know, my friend can be a huge asshole, but he wasn't necessarily wrong."

You raised your eyebrows and cocked your head to the side.

"I think you are so unbelievably beautiful and still can't believe you sat down and had drinks with me all night." He took a step closer to you.

You looked up into his eyes and smiled. You pushed up onto your tippy toes and planted a kiss on his lips. He wasn't expecting it, but he reacted quickly, gripping your face with one hand and your hip with the other. You engaged in a few soft pecks before his tongue slipped in and guided yours. You could feel the prominent beat of his heart when you rested your hand on his chest. You smiled into the kiss and he let out a breathy laugh. "Let's get inside," he whispered against your lips.

When he opened the door, he stopped, forgetting that he had let his drunk friend crash on his couch. He groaned quietly and put his head in his hands. "Let's just go to my room, I'm sorry."

You laughed. You were down for anything but you loved to see him get so worked up over this. He led you down the hallway into his bedroom at the end.

He frantically tried to pick up a few loose clothing items on the floor when you walked in but you didn't care. It was something about all the gin and tonics you drank that just made you not care about clothes strewn everywhere. "Make yourself comfortable." He pointed to his bed, and lucky for you the bed was made. He unbuttoned the shirt he was wearing and tossed it in his laundry. You tried not to ogle too much over him, but his body was firm and toned. He quickly slid on a t-shirt and continued picking up.

You laid down on your stomach, facing the TV with your head resting on your hands. "What should we watch?" You asked.

He sat down behind you on the bed, his upper body leaning against the headboard. "Whatever you want. Anything you're in the mood for?"

"I don't do scary movies," you said.

He debated internally and moved his head around. "I can see that. How about something funny? You can never go wrong with a comedy."

"I'm all for it."

There was an abundance of comedy movies available to watch and luckily enough you've seen almost none of them. He put on a movie he got a recommendation for, but you couldn't focus on what was in front of you. You could only think about what - or who - was behind you. He rested his hand on the back of your thigh, not moving it, but more of a comforting gesture. You felt yourself twitch and crossed your fingers that it was just a mental thing.

You giggled and laughed at the movie with Max, his hand slowly moving up the back of your leg each time his body shook from laughter.

He reached the end of your dress, slowly letting his fingers wander under it. "Is this okay?" He asked. You turned back to him and smiled, hoping he got the memo.

His soft fingers traced circles on the skin of your upper thigh, inching dangerously close to your core. He gripped your ass lightly and you moaned in response, trying to keep it to yourself but he definitely heard.

He hovered over your center and applied pressure causing your legs to heat up. It was a natural instinct for your body to heat up whenever someone like Max touched you. He pushed your panties to the side and played with your pussy, teasing you with his fingers and making you a moaning mess.

He slid one finger in, and then another right after driving you insane. Your head was spinning in the best way.

"Hey Max, I, uh-" Lando burst into the room, clearly still drunk. Max stopped the movements of his fingers but didn't remove his hand.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't realize you had a guest." You covered your face in embarrassment. "My apologies." Lando's eyes tried to look anywhere else besides Max's bed.

You could feel Max's finger slowly start to move again and you didn't know what to do. Lando was looking right at you and your face wasn't exactly concealing what was going on.

He looked at Max with a confused look on his face and then noticed his arm moving. "You're inside of her aren't you?"

Max let out a single chuckle. "I think you know the answer to that." You let your head fall, unable to contain your facial expressions from the sensation. Their words were sending tingles up and down your entire body. "My question for you is," he tipped his head to Lando, "are you enjoying it?"

His adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. "Uh," he cleared his throat, "yeah."

"Then sit." Max pointed to a chair in the corner of his room. He didn't have to hide his motions anymore so the pace sped up and the volume of your moans increased. Lando shifted uncomfortably while watching, but the tent in his pants said he was definitely enjoying the view.

Max moved closer to you on the bed and planted a kiss on the top of your head. "Do you want me to fuck you while he watches?"

"Please," you said breathlessly, unable to contain the feeling inside of you that was about to explode.

He tossed your body around and manhandled you like you weighed nothing. You were on your hands and knees now, facing Lando and looking at him right in the eyes. You still had your dress on, so he didn't get to see too much of you. That was saved for Max, but he got to watch you get fucked by his best friend and that was better than anything he could ask for.

"Fuck, y/n." You felt your walls clench around Max entering you from behind, and you sucked in a breath waiting for him to start moving. You squeezed your eyes shut, not ready to face Lando. When you opened them, he was palming himself through his pants.

The grunts and groans of two men now filled the room and you couldn't believe what was happening.

Max felt so good ramming you from behind, his hands gripping your ass and guiding you, but you couldn't help but stay focused on Lando. His eyes met yours and he watched you intently as he touched himself.

He pulled his cock out of his pants and began stroking it, letting his head fall back and staring up at the ceiling.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath. His hand went up and down his shaft fast and rough like he was desperate for some relief.

"You want to fuck her, mate?" Max asked from behind you.

"God, yes. So bad." His words sounded like moans.

Max laughed. "Too bad."

Lando's eyes shot open. "Too bad?"

He laughed again. "You disrespected her earlier. Now you get to watch from the sidelines while I make her cum." You couldn't see his face but he definitely had a smug grin plastered across it. Lando rolled his eyes and continued touching himself.

Max's thrusts started to get sloppy and his breathing was unstable, alerting you that he was about to finish. You reached your hand between your legs and played with your clit, hoping to be able to finish with him.

You began seeing stars and let the top half of your body fall onto the bed from exhaustion. You couldn't hold yourself up anymore. Your legs got hot and slightly numb, and you let out one last loud moan before collapsing on the bed.

Max walked into his bathroom for a towel and cleaned you up. He laughed when he tossed the towel across the room to Lando. "Alright mate, time for bed."

Lando shook his head as he pulled his pants up and headed for the door. "Great to meet you, y/n."

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[piecksz]

three’s a crowd | (m)

pairing: reiner x fem!reader x eren

warnings: nsfw, oral sex (female recieving), cuckolding, male masturbation, penetrative sex, voyeurism, slight degredation, slight angst, light mention of drugs, explicit language

summary: reiner’s attempt at hiding his attraction towards you fails, but lucky for him, eren’s feeling generous.

words: 4.6k

a/n: this was so much longer than i planned for.....well.....shit LMAOOO

a/n x2: I FORGOT TO ADD if you guys wanna listen to the song i looped like 47 fucking times while writing this, bc i feel like it fits reiner in this one shot kinda well, u can listen to recognize by partynextdoor (feat. drake) :p enjoy

Reiner hated Eren.

He hadn’t gone into living with someone he’d never met in person before with innumerable expectations, but he wasn’t banking on his roommate to be his polar opposite. He hated the sound of Eren’s riotous music into the early hours of dawn. He hated the unbearable malodor of his marijuana dependence, and he hated the way he carried himself with an intolerable air of arrogance, but as much as Eren’s living habits irritated him, it was the fact that Eren had you that presided over all of his grievances.

Being a witness to it made Reiner sick, knowing that you were leagues above Eren, and surely you deserved someone respectable, but somehow he’d charmed you into a long-term relationship, and Reiner wondered how he’d managed it. If by some miracle it had been up to him, Reiner speculated that he would be a viable match for you--that was if he had those sentiments for you--and he reassured himself he didn’t hold any promiscuous feelings towards his roommate’s girlfriend.

Yet it was hard for Reiner to rationalize the obscene thoughts that pervaded his mind at 2 AM. His clock displayed the time in bold red numbers, an indication that he should have been fast asleep, but you had decided to spend the night, and he already understood what that entailed.

The walls in their apartment were thin and did an insubstantial job of muting the noise that traveled between rooms. Reiner boasted the privilege of having his room right next to Eren’s, which meant he could hear everything that happened on the other side of the barrier. He heard every whimper, every groan, every time Eren praised you for taking him so well, and every time he admired how irresistible you looked while he fucked you from the back. The sound was so lucid he could count exactly how many rounds you guys had gone, and it was usually two, three if Eren hadn’t seen you in a while which was rare.

You two were hard to ignore, no matter how hard Reiner had tried, meaning he was also up late, listening while you two coupled. Your cries of stimulation, however, he didn’t mind as much. In truth, Reiner was always tempted to slip his hands into his pants and get himself off to the sound of your enticing whimpers, but he would discourage himself, deciding it was against his better judgement. Instead he would opt to cover his ears with his pillow, flipping over onto his side and dedicating his total effort to falling asleep.  

Of course, Reiner had long established that he didn’t like you, but he swore he could make you feel better than Eren could.

It was around midday when Reiner returned to their apartment after committing his morning to helping his long-time friend, Pieck, pack up the furniture at her studio in preparation to move. They were halfway finished with stowing away Pieck’s belongings before she realized they didn’t have enough boxes and apologized, asking Reiner if he’d be willing to return the following day to help her load up her remaining things. He obliged, guiltily happy that he was being dismissed early.

Reiner kicked off his shoes and ambled into the kitchen to set down the food he secured on his way home, but he paused momentarily to scrutinize the condition of the living room, discerning Eren’s obvious trace.

The TV was on, but it sat idly, blinking images of some prime time movie Reiner couldn’t recognize, and Eren’s drug paraphernalia was left scattered on the coffee table, his bong alongside his stray lighter and grinder.

“Eren!” Reiner had prompted him on several occasions, reminding Eren that just because he thought electricity was a necessary utility and should be free, didn’t mean it was, they still had to pay for it. He also requested that he put his bong away after he was done smoking since it wasn’t permitted in their building, but Eren seemed heedless to that demand too. “Eren!”

Reiner anticipated a response, but huffed when he received only silence. Leave it to his roommate to blight his good mood in record time. He mumbled inaudibly, swiping the remote off the table to turn the TV off, and then reluctantly bending down to tidy the space of Eren’s things.

“Hi, Sunshine. You’re up and about early.”

Reiner straightened himself out and turned around, unaware that you’d been over. He missed your approaching footsteps. Had you stayed the night? He didn’t hear anything from Eren’s room the previous evening which was unusual to say the least. Maybe you’d stopped by earlier that morning while he’d been out.

“Hey,” he replied meekly. “Sorry, I didn’t know you were here.”

Reiner’s eyes looked you over swiftly, slightly startled at the lack of clothing covering your bottom half. You were only wearing a loose shirt that stopped dangerously at your hips and a pair of lace undergarments, but naturally, you didn’t seem the least bit phased. You’d practically lived with them. When you weren’t in class or at your part-time job, you were at their apartment, leading Reiner to wonder if you forgot you had a place of your own. 

“It’s fine,” you smiled. “Sorry Eren left all of his shit out. I don’t know how I know the house rules and he doesn’t.”

Reiner snorted. “He knows them, he just doesn’t care.” His voice was casual although he walked hastily into the kitchen to avoid looking at you. He stored Eren’s bong in the vacant cupboard above the microwave before throwing his other tools into a miscellaneous drawer.

As if on cue, Eren wandered out of his room languidly, carelessly shrugging a jacket onto his unclad upper body. Reiner took that as a sign that his lunch would be best enjoyed in his room. He was already irked, and wasn’t in the headspace to deal with the current atmosphere.

“What’d you get?” you questioned, leaning over the counter with mirth. You paid little attention to the way Eren came up behind you, circling his arms around your waist and resting his chin in the curve of your shoulder. You looked more interested in the alluring smells wafting from the paper bag in Reiner’s hand.

Another thing he hated about Eren was his shameless PDA. It appeared he adored showing you off, letting everyone know that you were his, but God--how could anyone forget when it seemed he was incapable of keeping his hands off of you. Reiner himself recognized that you were a prize, from your lively eyes that were a marriage of subtle hues to the way your lips curled upwards when you grinned. He even noticed the curve of your breasts’ shape through your shirt. If Reiner had you, he’d want you all to himself.

He shook the thought out of his head.

“I just got something small on the way home.” He forced a smile. “If I’d known you were over I would have gotten you something too.”

“Why do you treat Y/N better than you treat me?” Eren asked, sounding only a little bit offended.

Reiner pretended to think before he responded. “Ah, maybe it’s because I don’t like you.”

You laughed at Reiner’s reply, and Eren only smiled, but Reiner detected something else behind his expression. Mischief.

“Do you like Y/N?”

Reiner creased his eyebrows together. “Of course.” He hadn’t read too much into the question. He did like you. You weren’t just easy on the eyes, but you were great company too. That was the only reason he didn’t mind lending their apartment to you as a second home, he enjoyed being around you.

You let out an exaggerated aww after he answered. “I like you too, Reiner.”

Reiner chuckled, shaking his head, but inside he was telling his heart to calm down. You didn’t mean it like that.

Eren hummed absentmindedly, swaying side to side slowly while you rocked along to his movement.

“Do you wanna fuck her?”

Reiner gripped the bag in his hand tightly, and his smile faltered in shock, reeling from the bombshell of Eren’s question. “What?” Did he hear him correctly?

You looked just as surprised, exclaiming your boyfriend’s name and craning your neck to look at him.

“I’m kidding,” he dismissed, but Reiner could tell he wasn’t from the way Eren’s eyes didn’t waver from him.

What Reiner didn’t know was that Eren had caught onto him. He’d known for a while, which was why he was particularly touchy with you around Reiner, showing you off, not caring whether you walked around their apartment scarcely dressed, it was because Eren enjoyed having something that someone else wanted. He saw the way his roommate acted around his girlfriend, reserved and quiet, more than he usually was, and he even noticed the way Reiner’s eyes dipped down to your chest in the moment because Eren was exceptional at paying attention to detail.

You must have detected how uncomfortable Reiner felt because you delivered a brief jab to Eren’s ribs with your elbow.

“Eren, that’s not fucking funny,” you chided. “Do I need to put you in time out?”

“It’s fine,” Reiner interrupted quickly. He didn’t want you defending him because you were oblivious. It only made the situation more embarrassing than it already was since, truthfully, the thought had crossed his mind more than once.

Eren reiterated his question, eyes narrowed at Reiner. “So do you?”

You sighed heavily and looked at Reiner apologetically. He could feel his face growing hot, and he prayed it wasn’t obvious he was as flushed as he felt. He just wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.

Reiner released a humourless chuckle. “Grow up, Eren.” He slipped past the two of you, but he didn’t get far.

“I’m only asking because I’m feeling charitable. You wouldn’t mind, would you baby?”

Reiner could hear Eren pressing a series of ticklish kisses against your skin, causing you to laugh through your answer.

“I mean, I wouldn’t mind if Reiner doesn’t mind.”

Reiner brought his teeth down hard on the tip of his tongue. He was surprised that Eren was so secure in his relationship that he would willingly allow another man to have his way with his girlfriend. He wasn’t sure if his suggestion was insane or ingenious, because Eren had taken control of the one thing that threatened any relationship: infidelity, something so unvirtuous wouldn’t stop him from loving you. You and Eren were so committed to each other that a simple fuck meant nothing.

Reiner hesitated, but figured an opportunity like this was rare. He had both Eren’s permission and yours, yet he still didn’t believe his sincerity until you were in Eren’s room, starting to strip out of your clothes.

His chestnut eyes drifted over to Eren, slouched lazily in the chair he casually pulled out from his desk. “You’re gonna watch?”

Eren lifted a thick eyebrow, resting his thumb under his chin with an index finger against his cheek, looking unimpressed by Reiner’s obvious reservations. “You think I’d let you fuck my girlfriend without me here?”

Reiner slid a tense hand over the back of his neck, rubbing away the uncomfortable heat that creeped up his back and diffused to the tips of his ears. He figured that was reasonable considering the circumstances, after all, he was only fucking you because Eren had allowed it.

There was nothing more intoxicating to Reiner than your bare form, scanty pink lace clinging to your hips the only thing preventing you from being completely naked in front of him. His gaze dipped from your simpering smile down to your collarbones and then down to your breasts, perfectly sculpted to your figure.

Reiner made no efforts to move despite his insatiable urge to grab you in his arms and make certain that you were left satisfied. He feared he’d look too eager to Eren who was observing from the sidelines, but you paid little attention to your audience of one as you sauntered towards Reiner, closer and closer, until your arms slid around his neck and you pressed your chest to his torso.

Reiner’s body was strung so tightly, he was afraid he might snap. It seemed you took notice of the way his muscles tensed once your delicate fingers ghosted over the nape of his neck because your suggestive expression waned, and instead, your eyebrows creased with sincere concern.

“You okay?”

He couldn’t respond, but to be fair, it was because his heart was hammering against his chest and he wasn’t sure how to make it stop. He looked over at Eren again, who, fortunately, didn’t seem to pay much attention to him. Instead, your boyfriend’s stare was fixed on your backside, likely admiring how luscious you looked from his perspective.

“I’m over here.” You laughed and pressed a gentle finger to Reiner’s chin, redirecting his focus back to you. “Just relax.”

He swallowed, chuckling to soothe his unease. “I’m trying.”

Reiner wasn’t sure why he felt so unassertive in your presence. He didn’t hold a record like Eren did, but he also wasn't abstinent by any means. This, though, felt different. He was dealing with several months of pent-up sexual frustration that could only be satisfied by you and no one else. He knew because he’d tried.

Reiner drew in a ragged breath as you leaned into him, breathing heavily through his mouth until you closed the space in between you two, then he continued breathing heavily through his nose. At first, he made no efforts to close his eyes, afraid that the imagery in front of him was a mirage inspired by his own imagination and would disappear if he so much as blinked. His lips were timid, body taut under your touch, but you seduced his mouth, reining him in until he melted into the kiss.

He pushed back against you with fervor and desperation, outlining the shape of your bottom lip with his tongue before nipping at the soft flesh. You released a quiet whimper, intensifying the lust swelling in the pit of his stomach, and Reiner forced his tongue past your teeth, claiming your mouth while his wandering hands settled audaciously against your ass.

Your hands slid over his shoulders and crafted biceps until they tugged hastily against the hem of his shirt, and Reiner immediately understood your cue, withdrawing his mouth from yours to give himself just enough time to slip out of it. He dipped down again to deliver another kiss, but he was deterred by the feeling of your palm against his chest.

“What? Is something wrong?” he questioned quickly, eyes darting back and forth between your hand and your face, worried that he’d done something to overstep your boundaries.

Instead of the troubled expression he expected, you looked rather intrigued. Perhaps impressed was the better word. Your curiosity was held by Reiner’s physique, a living work of art. Eager fingers traveled down the built ripples of his abdomen, chuckling once you felt his muscles flex under your touch.

“Jesus Christ,” you breathed. “Nice, Braun.”

A snicker emitted from the corner. This, miraculously, Eren allowed.

Reiner's mouth quirked upward in a subtle smile before he surrounded you with his arm, pulling you in for another kiss. He walked you backwards until you collapsed onto the mattress, and he fell on top of you, strong forearms holding up his weight. It was then that Reiner realized he allowed his lust to win in the war against himself.

He pulled away to recover his breath, winded pants fanning over your face. His surveying eyes searched yours before they lowered to your swollen lips. God, you were even more mesmerizing up close, heavy-lidded and studying him through a curtain of eyelashes. Maybe for once Reiner would admit he was jealous of Eren. He was fucking envious, bitter, and spiteful that you were his. He’d been a goddamn idiot to let things go this far, agreeing to Eren’s offer, because he knew one fuck wouldn’t be enough to fufill his need for you. He’d barely gotten a taste, and he could already promise that nothing would ever compare to this.

He found your throat and pressed a fleeting kiss to your pulse, moving further down until his lips met your collarbone. He nipped at the delicate skin, taking notice of the way your grip in his hair tightened. His eyebrows arched while he peered up at you, delighting in the way your head rolled back and forth against the duvet. He really wanted to suck at your skin, leaving dark bruises that decorated the path from your earlobe down to your breastbone, but he knew Eren would kill him.

Reiner dipped lower until his lips brushed lightly against your beaded nipple. You made a small sound of protest, but held his head closer, letting him know what you really wanted. His heart beat erratically against his ribcage as he curved a large hand around your right breast and suppressed a groan, but you released a breathy whimper.

He could feel the sound wreaking havoc in his brain. His balls were so damn tight, it would take barely any effort for him to cum, but he wanted to prolong your coupling as long as possible. He didn’t know if he’d ever get another chance like this.  

His thumb ran over the erect peaks of your breasts, captivated by the magic of watching your back arch and your body become aroused under his touch. He dipped a finger into his mouth, glazing it with his saliva before using it to flick back and forth at your nipple.

“Fuck, Reiner,” you mewled.

Reiner replaced his hand with his lips, sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth. The tip of his tongue swirled around it, coating it generously with his spit, while you made no attempts to conceal your intense cries of pleasure.  

Eren released an entertained sigh, swiveling back and forth in his chair. “She whines like a bitch, doesn’t she?”

Shit. Reiner had almost forgotten he was there, but he still released a hungry grunt in agreement, sending vibrations over your chest. He tugged at your nipple with his teeth, releasing it, and then soothing the sting with the flat side of his tongue.

He trailed down your abdomen, pressing hard wet kisses and stopping to leave a quick lick to your navel. He grinned against your skin when you gripped the sheets and breathed his name again, this time quieter, as if you meant it only for his ears. He liked to think so.

Once he reached the waistband of your panties, he licked along the fabric, immobilizing your rolling hips with strong hands.

“Enough with the theatrics, Reiner. Just do it already,” Eren groaned, sounding irate.

Reiner assumed Eren’s groan was only to stress his impatience, but once he looked over to him, he realized he wasn’t just giving directives from the sidelines. His bottom lip was tucked between his teeth, and his hand was moving steadily against the noticeable tent in his sweatpants.

He was enjoying this just as much as Reiner was, getting off to the sight of his girlfriend under another man, his roommate nonetheless.

Reiner suddenly felt strange. What the hell was he doing providing entertainment for Eren?

“Reiner,” your needy voice pulled him out of his reflection. His attention drifted back to you, watching while you propped yourself up on your elbows and slid your unsteady hands over your chest to tweak your own nipples, as if you were trying to hold yourself over.

He wished you hadn’t looked so tempting, even with your disheveled hair and sweaty skin, your vulnerable eyes fixated on him, and he was powerless.

Reiner hooked his fingers around your underwear, kissing a trail down the inside of your thighs as he pulled your panties down to your ankles before slipping them off and letting them pool on the floor.

“Spread wide baby, let him see that pretty pussy,” Eren stirred, cock now thrust out the top of his grey sweats and his swollen tip glistening with precum. His hand was wrapped firmly around his stiff length, moving slow while his breathing quickened.

For once, Reiner agreed with him, and he pressed his fingers into your thighs to aid you in parting your legs. Your pussy was slick with your own arousal, squelching as you tightened around nothing. You were even prettier than he’d imagined.

“Fuck,” Reiner breathed, extending two fingers to part your folds. Was he still sure he wasn’t dreaming?

He wrapped his built arms around your legs, pulled you closer, and lowered his head. He fixed his lips to your swollen clit, allowing his tongue to lap and circle around the tender bud every few seconds.

“Oh my god,” you cried, writhing against the sheets.

If he hadn’t secured your legs in his grip, he was certain you would have smothered him between your thighs out of reflex. He could detect the way you fought against his hold, but he far overpowered you in strength.

When he plunged his tongue inside you without notice, that was nearly enough to send you over the edge. You pulled on the sheets with a frenzied grip, producing a shrill cry your neighbors had certainly heard. There was no doubt about it.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you murmured, chest expanding and falling with labored breaths.

Reiner wanted to spend a few more generous minutes tasting you, he couldn’t get enough, but he also wasn’t sure how much longer he would last. His cock was hot and hard in his pants, and he needed to feel you around him. Even if Eren wouldn’t let him cum inside of you, he needed to experience at least that much.

He rose to his feet, working quickly against his pants’ zipper while trying not to tease himself by looking at you. He was worried the mere sight of you on the bed, spread and ready for him would be enough to bring him to a climax, but he’d made the mistake of looking at you anyways, hand between your legs, delicate fingers rubbing at your clit while you stared up at him.

Fucking hell. Kill me. Reiner thought. Fuck. He felt the throbbing heat of his cock, and he wished you wouldn’t look at him like that. He really wished you wouldn’t look at him like that.

“Look at her, so desperate to be filled. It’s almost pathetic,” Eren laughed, but it was clear he was feeling your effect too. He lolled his head forward, long brown hair spilling over his shoulders and obscuring his face while his palm worked fast against his cock.

Shut up, Reiner thought. His head was growing hazy, and he couldn’t think. He needed to be inside you, and he couldn’t wait a second longer.

Reiner let himself free while his pants and underwear hung low around his knees. He couldn’t even find time to delight in the way your face melted into bliss once you laid eyes on his thick cock, leaking precum in sinful amounts because all he could think about was his ache. He leaned over you, positioning himself at your entrance.

He’d been waiting for this for so goddamn long.

Reiner exhaled when you said his name again, hips undulating against his cock and wet folds stroking his tip. He watched as he pushed himself into you, filling you to the hilt, and once he was inside he hung his head forward, eyes shut tightly in a painful sort of ecstasy.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Reiner grunted breathlessly.

He groaned, pinning your hips down with his once you attempted to fuck yourself onto his cock.

“Stop moving,” he pleaded. “Jesus christ--please don’t move.” He stayed still for a moment, waiting until his sensitivity subsided before he started rocking his hips against you slowly.

Reiner couldn’t dedicate his focus to anything other than the feeling of your slick walls clenching around his cock every time he pulled out, and the way he stretched you out every time he thrusted back in. He wondered if you could feel the depth of his desire.

“Harder,” you whispered once, and then begged louder. “Reiner please, fuck me harder.”

At first, Reiner was worried. He wanted to be gentle, he wanted to savor you, and he wanted to make sure he didn’t hurt you, but your request had him picking up the pace, ramming into you until the familiar slapping sound of sweaty skin filled the room.  

You unraveled and became completely undone, letting out loud moans every time he drove his cock into you. Reiner thought the sound was incredibly euphonic as it fell upon his ears. You were like this because of him.

“How’s this?” His voice was husky and deep beside your ear.

Reiner was pleased by your lack of response. You could only nod, overwhelmed by the dual sensation brought on by him and the feeling of your quick fingers against your clit. You secured an arm around his neck again and wrapped your legs around his torso, clinging to him like he was all you needed. He wished that was how you really felt.

“Close…,” you murmured, and Reiner deduced you were warning him that you were near your orgasm. He could tell by the way your walls began to spasm.

Reiner felt the small of his back tighten, and he knew he was close too. He was torn between his release and holding himself back, not ready for this to end just yet, but his body betrayed him and he felt his cock twitch inside you.

Luckily, you reached your climax first, and Reiner watched in awe as your body seized underneath him, breasts bobbing with every jolt while you worked your clit into overstimulation. It wasn’t long after your orgasm that he made his last rueful thrusts. He quickly pulled out and clasped himself in the curve of his hand. He pumped his length until he released in quick spurts onto your stomach, covering you in his hot seed, and he kept pumping until he made sure he emptied himself of every drop.

His eyes quickly darted over to Eren, not to be odd or anything, but again, he had forgotten he was there. It seemed Eren had already satisfied himself. The creamy, white liquid decorating the bare skin of his abdomen and dribbling down his loose fist was evidence of that. Now that he had appeased his urges, he seemed disinterested as he reached over his desk and plucked a few tissues to clean himself up.

Reiner collapsed beside you, listening to the loud thudding of his heart as it delivered a few ecstatic beats while he caught his breath and began to calm down. He stared at the pivoting fan blades, and then his eyes dropped down to you lying next to him, sweaty and fucked out.

You were laying there with him, and goddammit he wanted to reach his arms out and wrap them around you, pulling you close so he could hold you and feel your heartbeat against his chest. He’d press kisses to your salty forehead, and then tell you how much he loved you. He wanted to stay like this.

Reiner's ideal vision dissolved once Eren stopped at the edge of the bed and extended his hand for you to grab.

“You wanna join me for a shower, baby?” Eren asked.

Of course, you took it, allowing him to support you until you were sitting up.

You released an exhausted laugh. “Yes, please.” You then turned to Reiner and arched your eyebrow in surprise. “By the way, not bad, Braun.”

Reiner gave you a small smile in return, but said nothing as he watched you cover your breasts with your arm and let Eren hoist you off the bed. You two slid past him and headed out of the room, but not without Eren looking back over his shoulder, shooting Reiner a shit-eating grin, as though reminding him who you’d always belong to.

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Please wrote more surrogate fics please . could I request one with SakuAtsu or could you just start a series on these. If you'd me comfortable with that. That on IwaOi surrogate fic brought me so much joy. I can't even describe it.

oh my goodness i’d love to!!! it makes me so happy knowing you liked it cause like,,, idk why it’s just special to me :) also im so glad you asked for sakuatsu bc these two ships are basically my favorite jhfgbsj. and yesyes i’d love to have a mini series with like little scenarios of each ship <333

this was insanely long. like insanely. 

content warning; artificial insemination, pregnancy, haikyuu manga spoilers, gay people being happy idk 

being iwaoi’s surrogate 

BEING SAKUATSU’S SURROGATE 

↬ it took forever to even get them together, so with a duo as indecisive as them, it’s imaginable how long the decision to raise a child together took. it took a long, long while for that transition from enemies to lovers to be final, and even then, they hadn’t realized how serious their relationship was until they were off getting married and then suddenly wanting a child? 

↬ it was something atsumu brought up out of the blue, just casually as they sat side by side on the couch. “wouldn’t it be nice if we raised a child together?” and it stuck with sakusa ever since. he didn’t know why he was obsessively thinking about it as much, but it’s all he could think about. literally. anytime he so much as thought about atsumu with a child, and a child of their own too, his stomach did a thousand and one flips. sakusa was never the biggest fan of children, and he knew that neither was atsumu. but, this would be different, wouldn’t it? Still, he tried to remind himself of the cons; they were pro-athletes, they didn’t have time, they didn’t understand the weight of the responsibility, were they even ready for something like that? somedays it was too tiring to take care of themselves, of each other. were they ready to be responsible for a whole life, someone dependent entirely on them? it seemed too— unrealistic. like something he could only hope to dream about, and just dream about.

↬ until he thought of atsumu with a little kid, a spit image of either one of them, sitting on his lap, giggling and laughing and squealing in glee. and so he decided, there will always be cons, he just has to see if the pros outweighed them. and honestly, they did. they were pro-athletes, sure, but that also meant they were financially stable, and could provide for a child, properly. they were mature now, knew each other very well, and had adapted to living with one another. they had family and friends all around. the kid would for sure grow up loved and cared for, and him and atsumu would add another person to their family. it really seemed like a dream, but this time, an attainable one.

↬ so as he ate dinner with his lover, he blurted out, “let’s raise a child together,” and atsumu honest to god choked on his food. he asked sakusa if he was serious, if he meant it, if this was real, and sakusa’s answer was yes to every single one of his question. yes, he was serious; yes, he meant it; yes, this was real. as real as can be.

↬ they both already knew they wanted a surrogate, and it didn’t matter who was the father. so long as the child was theirs.

↬ finding a surrogate was, well, a pain, to put it into perspective. sakusa was so picky about the “requirements,” if you will, and atsumu was suspicious of every single woman, it was kind of ridiculous really. he just “didn’t trust that they wouldn’t run away with the baby!” in his words. atsumu suggested sakusa’s older sister, which seemed perfect in his head, but sakusa refused, claiming it was 1. extremely weird, and 2. he doubted she’d say yes, with her own life to handle.

↬ and it finally, finally, came to atsumu: he could always just ask, well, you. he had met you during his college years, and since then, he’d been coincidentally crossing paths with you ever since then, and you’d even managed their msby jackals team at some point. it was weirdly ironic how he’s coming back to you, kind of like fate.

↬ so he suggested it to sakusa, and for once, the latter didn’t really have any way to object, except, “what if this inconveniences her?” other than that, you were the perfect candidate. they knew you well, trusted you, knew they could rely on you. and atsumu was sure you wouldn’t run with the baby. with regards to the inconvenience part, well, they could always just deal with that when the time came.

↬ they invited you over for some breakfast two days later, after they’d thought about it properly, endlessly, and figured you were their best option. it was weird seeing them so nervous when you first arrived, like they were breaking up with you or something. atsumu barely ate with how nauseous he felt, and sakusa spent the entire time watching you eat instead, hands fidgeting and legs shaking. it was really weird, but you didn’t bring it up, letting them take their own time to tell you whatever it was they wanted to tell you, because obviously, they clearly had something to say.

↬ after breakfast, you sat in their living room, just watching the tv quietly, until sakusa offered to get you some water. you weren’t really thirsty, but you agreed anyways, unsurprised to see atsumu rise from his own seat a minute later with a, “be right back,” as he headed to the kitchen. you could hear them bickering and whisper-yelling, and if you weren’t starting to grow as nervous as they were, you would’ve had it in you to laugh. they returned looking like they were bearing the most daunting of news, sitting down on the couch perpendicular to you. atsumu’s hands were sweaty and intertwined tightly together, while sakusa tried to remain as composed as possible. it seemed like the dark haired man would speak up, finally, parting his mouth with a deep breath.

↬ but it’s atsumu that blurts out, “please have my baby!— our baby. please have our baby.”

↬ honestly, your first response was to laugh, in disbelief, as you clutch your glass of water. but then you see their faces — god they looked so goddamn scared — and you realized that, they were really serious. they really wanted you to carry their baby for them. holy shit?—

↬ you were mostly speechless after that, stuttering as you ask them to please explain, you’re honored but are they are, have they thought about this? properly? in depth?

↬ to your surprise, they really knew what they were doing. they’d done their research, and thought about a million other options before deciding that you were the best one. they also repeatedly told you that you didn’t have to do this, and that they didn’t want to guilt-trip you into doing it either. they wanted you to say yes only if you yourself wanted to say yes, and if this wouldn’t negatively affect you or halt your life in any way. you were the one that was going to be carrying the baby anyways, weren’t you? at the end of the day, this was all about you.

↬ you asked them for time to think about it, and reminded them that it wasn’t a no. you just wanted to make sure you were making the right decision whichever that ended up being. a few days later, you call them, asking them to meet up one way or another, and atsumu’s even more nervous than he was asking you; not even sakusa’s gentle lips to his temple or large hands soothingly rubbing at his back or his kind words could help him. sakusa himself was insanely anxious. in his head, it seemed like your ‘no,’ would finalize everything. that it would really mean no hope in having a child of their own, their very own.

↬ you invite them over to your home, and the kettle is already boiling when they arrive. you make them tea and make small talk if only to delay the inevitable. but, to each of their surprises, you take a deep breath and say, “i’d be honored to carry your baby for you,” with the brightest, warmest smile. sakusa has to bite his inner cheek to will himself to not cry, because he can’t believe you said yes. you agreed. you’re going to carry their baby. him and atsumu were having a baby.

��� atsumu doesn’t stop himself from throwing his arms around you, collapsing on top of you in tight hug that you kind of can’t breathe, but you let him, and you laugh when he thanks you for saying yes, that he’ll “be forever in your debt.”

↬ it’s the happiest you’ve seen either of them.

↬ when you’re done with the process of insemination (of course, atsumu does joke that the three of you should go the natural way and have a threesome, to which he earns a smack from his lover and a smack from you, at the same time), the three of you just have to wait, really. it’s the longest period of waiting you’ve ever had to do, but you try to be patient, as patient as you can be. when you wake up one morning and throw up, you look at your period tracking app to see if maybe you were pms’ing. except, you weren’t. you were late. like a good three weeks late.

↬ immediately, you’re booking a doctor’s appointment. you wait to tell sakusa and atsumu after confirming your suspicions, because you don’t want to raise their hopes up for nothing. they’ve already been swimming in a pool of doubts ever since the insemination, calling you everyday to check up on you and ask for any progress. when the doctor confirms your pregnancy — holy shit you were pregnant — the first thing you do is go over to their house. you know it’s not the best idea to show up unannounced, but with how long they’ve been waiting, and how much they’ve been wanting this, the more and more you fed into it, you couldn’t wait any longer to tell them. you arrive, and the moment sakusa opens the door for you, you gasp out, “i’m pregnant.”

↬ sakusa’s quite literally frozen in shock, his mouth pressed in a thin line with eyes wide open, while atsumu walks over and goes, “oh hey,” in greeting before noticing sakusa’s face and just ???? “what’s going on?”

↬ “i’m pregnant.”

↬ “you’re what?”

↬ you show them with tears stinging your eyes the results of the test you’d taken at the doctor’s, and atsumu grips the report so tightly, like it’ll disappear if it slips only slightly from his hands. sakusa’s still in shock, trying to process everything. it takes him a good while before he can function properly again.

↬ the pregnancy itself is a lot smoother than you’d imagined. iwaizumi, as their athletic trainer, although not well versed with pregnancy, knew a lot about health and taking care of yourself in general, so he made sure you were always eating right and healthy. he even accompanied you once when sakusa and atsumu couldn’t, to the doctor, and made sure to ask him specifically what you should and shouldn’t be eating. all of the olympic/national team are more excited than anything. they’re insanely protective over you, and always pamper and care for you you when they can, whether that be back/neck/shoulder massages or giving you their food when they notice you eyeing it or letting you lean entirely on any of them for support as you walk. granted, they do make fun of you, especially the bigger your stomach got, but they mean well, really. suna once made fun of you and, because of the hormones, and because he was genuinely just mean, you started to cry. since then, suna swore off bullying you, at least until you gave birth.

↬ osamu is beyond ecstatic to become an uncle. he’s so excited it makes atsumu incredibly emotional. he goes with his brother on trips to ikea to buy a crib and gifts him an insane amount of baby clothes and always begins a conversation with, “how’s the baby?” every time you’re around, osamu’s hand can be found resting on your stomach, soothingly rubbing, excitedly grinning when he feels a kick. he is just so happy for his brother, he could cry.

↬ you ask them if they want a gender reveal when you find out or to keep it until the delivery of the baby, but they’re both insanely impatient (even though sakusa does try to convince atsumu to wait because it’ll be exciting, he himself isn’t even that convinced of that and they just ask you to tell them). with the help of osamu and his and atsumu’s parents, you organize a gender reveal party. the moment he sees the pink smoke, atsumu cheers so loudly it makes you laugh till your stomach hurt. sakusa’s grinning wider than you’ve ever seen him, grabbing atsumu’s face and kissing him, before pulling you into a tight hug. it’s literally the cutest thing ever, everyone just cheering loudly around you and celebrating with you.

↬ when you go into labor, you’re with neither of them, but with osamu, aran, and kita. they were staying the night at a hotel since they had training away from where they lived, and you were spending the night at osamu’s because the fathers of your baby really didn’t want you to be alone so close to your due date, and who better than osamu? your water didn’t break, but you kept having contractions. you were brushing it off as normal pain at the start, but they started to get worse, and closer together in time. kita, because he’s kita, had been keeping track, and told you how far apart your contractions were. to which you went, “contractions?!”

↬ aran’s calling sakusa and atsumu as kita grabs your bag as osamu grabs his keys and helps you to his car. you really couldn’t have been around a better set of men, because they were perfectly composed the whole time, helping you breathe and stay calm by staying calm themselves, reassuring you that you didn’t need to worry and that you will get to the hospital in time. they did flinch every time you screamed or cried out in pain, but aran held your hand the entire drive there, and kita guided you to steadying yourself as osamu drove as fast as he could.

↬ the issue was with sakusa and atsumu. to say they were freaking out would be an understatement. they were positively losing it. atsumu’s anxiety was louder than sakusa’s, but the latter’s was clear as ever on his pale skin and clammy hands. they were so annoying in the delivery room, literally faring worse off than you, who was pushing a whole baby out of her body. when you finally gave birth to a healthy baby girl, atsumu sobbed and sakusa cried in his hands, so maybe it was alright after all.

↬ they literally couldn’t believe their eyes when the nurse handed you the baby and placed her on your chest. she was so, so tiny, so beautiful, and theirs. honestly, you couldn’t hold back your own tears at the sight of her, and at their reaction to her. you held her in your arms as they thanked you, over and over and over again, for the biggest blessing they could ever receive.

↬ despite the fact that you were simply their surrogate, sakusa and atsumu knew they couldn’t just separate you and your baby, and neither could they just take her home all of a sudden. so for the first few months, you stayed in their guest room, but the baby slept in her own room. it was more difficult than you expected it to be when you were leaving her to go back to your own home, but they promised you repeatedly that they’re not really taking her away. it wasn’t as if you couldn’t visit at any time you wanted to come visit her. but at the end of the day, you knew what you had been signing up for, and that she was their daughter.

↬ she grows up to be a gorgeous woman. she’s interested in volleyball, sure, she’d been raised with volleyball players everywhere around her, but it’s not her immediate passion. atsumu thought he’d be more upset about that than he actually was, because he found out that it didn’t matter at all what she wanted to do. hell, if she wanted to do nothing at all and stay home forever with them, he was 100% on board with that. whatever made her happy and healthy, he was okay with. she grows up to be really close and really comfortable with both of her fathers, and they make sure with every passing day that no matter what, she can always come to them. and she does, about every little thing. and each and every time, they listen and advice and guide her properly. a s parents, they’re a perfect balance of strict and lenient. they set and raise her to never cross those boundaries, but otherwise they give her complete freedom. they respect her privacy, her decisions, everything.

↬ there was a day when she came back home from school, and they had taken a biology class for kids, where a teacher had explained periods to them. obviously, as curious as ever, she’d asked her dads about it, because she didn’t really get it. she wanted to know the how’s and the why’s and the what’s and the when’s. with every passing second atsumu had felt his lifespan shorten. eventually he suggested they call you, who she knew as her ‘aunt’ for the time being, since you were a woman and nobody would really explain it better than you. when she did get her period eventually, and had to sheepishly and shyly ask her dads to go to the store for her because she needed, um, supplies, atsumu lost it. sakusa had to try and calm him down all while laughing as he got ready to go to the store for her, because the drama of miya atsumu never gets old. he just couldn’t believe she was already getting her period. what the hell! what the actual hell!

↬ of course, he proceeded to embarrass her by telling osamu, telling sakusa’s parents, telling his parents. not cool :(

↬ when she was old enough, especially to understand the concept of being a surrogate (oh my god the sex talk was a whole other insufferable thing), they told her about you, and that you were actually her biological mother and not just an ‘auntie.’ she tried to be angry at them for keeping it from her, but she was honestly more excited about finding out than anything. it brought the two of you closer together, and for the next mother’s day, she organized a whole brunch for you, her and her dads, got you a gift, flowers, everything. yeah, you did cry.

↬ you genuinely have never been more satisfied and thankful for a decision like this one, ever, especially because of how much of a blessing the outcome had been.

can u tell this isn’t my first time thinking about this. ever since i posted the iwaoi one i’ve been wanting to do a sakuatsu one, but i didn’t really know whether anyone had enjoyed that or would want more, so thank you for sending in this ask!! love u all mwah <3