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kiwixlime · 2 years

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Say It Louder

V is for Virgin

It’s a post-apocalyptic world. Relationships are hard to maintain. Of course, it doesn’t help that you’re crushing on your dad’s best friend. But what your dad doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: Age difference, loss of virginity (reader), daddy kink, unprotected p-in-v (it’s the end of the world), oral (f receiving), fluff, teasing, dirty talk bc i can’t resist, joel is gentle but also fucking feral, angst of course, touch of violence at the end lmao. Potential for this to turn into a series. Please do not engage if this topic is uncomfortable for you. In this, reader is 21, but I understand it’s still not everyone’s cup of tea. Do not feel obligated to read!

Nighttime in Jackson is surprisingly lively. You indeed have nothing to compare it to. But from what you’ve experienced in your 21 years on Earth, growing up in this doomsday scenario, nightlife in your town just feels right. It feels normal. At least, what you think normal would be.

There’s a bar where the residents like to hang out after long grueling days. Many of the patrol groups gather after their shifts are over to relax and mingle, comparing gruesome stories or funny instances. Your dad tells you it’s like the old days when he’d get off work and meet his buddies at a place in the city. You have no idea what that’s like, but the fondness in his eyes is enough for you to know it’s a good thing.

So you’ve come to enjoy spending time at the bar with everyone. You like to be social, and put yourself out there to get to know others. Especially the guys. Of course, you’ve built yourself up a reputation by doing this.

You’re a young girl, you’re flirtatious, and for a while, you were a little boy crazy. So people started to talk. Whispers of you being a slut made their way around town. But you knew the truth. You haven’t done anything with any of these boys.

They’re all immature assholes in your eyes. They don’t deserve you. And on top of that, your heart yearns for someone else. A man.

Granted, he’s your father’s best friend. So he’s totally off-limits. But that doesn’t stop you from admiring him. Or thinking about him in ways your father would not approve of. It doesn’t even stop you from flirting with him from time to time.

But honestly, how could anyone ignore a guy like Joel Miller? He is literally the most attractive man you’ve ever met. And it’s not just his looks, even though his eyes are dreamy and his physique is downright sinful. His maturity is part of what makes him sexy. He’s above and beyond any of the guys you’ve dated in the past.

And yeah, you fell hard. You feel lucky that you get to spend so much time with Joel, even if it’s because of your father. You’ve gotten to know the older man somewhat well, and you have a pretty decent relationship with him. He’s not blind to your flirting, indulging you sometimes, and writing it off as a silly little crush. But deep down you think he knows he’s fueling this fire. You think he likes the attention you provide.

You’ve never seen Joel with another woman. You were always curious to know why, but a quick discussion with Ellie once told you that he’d never been interested in anyone. You find that hard to believe, but you don’t question it. If no one’s caught his eye before, maybe you can be the first. It’d be an honor.

You think you have a bit of a head start already. Sure, you’re young and naive. But you know when a guy is into you. Most of them don’t hide it very well. And you’ve noticed Joel’s eyes lingering on you on more than one occasion. You just have to crack him. It can’t be that hard.

Currently, you’re strolling down the streets of Jackson, heading to the bar where you know your dad is probably hanging out with Joel for the night. You’re wearing one of your cutest outfits, a light lavender sundress that ties at your shoulders, hugs your waist, and flows out at the bottom reaching mid-thigh. You feel beautiful in this dress. Just something about it lifts your spirits.

So of course you’d wear it to encounter the man of your dreams.

When you enter the building, you spot your father immediately. He’s sitting at one of the tables with Joel and Tommy, speaking animatedly while they listen and laugh along. Your focus stays on Joel, smiling a little as he smiles. Wow. You could stare at him forever.

To your delight, Joel’s the first one to notice you, jaw dropping a little as his eyes rake over your body. He bites his tongue when you catch him staring, a sly grin spreading over your perfect lips. You’re too cute for your own good and you know it, which makes it even worse. Joel shakes his head and looks back at your father, nodding in your direction.

Your father turns in his chair and smiles brightly at you. He waves you over with his hand. “Pumpkin!” He exclaims, calling you out by his favorite nickname for you.

You cross to their table with a little bounce in your step and notice as Joel shifts uncomfortably in his seat. You smirk, knowing his discomfort is a direct result of the way your body fills out the dress, maybe jiggling a little in all the right places. Good, you have his attention.

Stopping when you reach them, you lean over to wrap your arms around your father’s neck. You give him a quick hug, pecking him on the cheek. “Hi, daddy,” you say happily as you stare Joel down.

Your poor father, unaware of what his sweet daughter is thinking, grins at your greeting. “Hey, sweetie, what are you doing here?”

You shrug, pulling away from and drawing your gaze away from Joel to look at your dad. “I was wondering when you planned on heading home? I’m going to Violet's for a little while and I didn’t want you to worry.”

He looks at you, feeling proud, grabbing your hand before turning to the guys. “Such a good kid, isn’t she?” He asks, his words genuine. You smile shyly at the two men, tongue slipping between your lips as you look at Joel.

It’s like he knows exactly what you want with the way he stares at your lips. Your filthy thoughts are practically leaking from your pretty little head as you hover around them. You want Joel to agree with your father. Yes, you want him to say. You are such a good girl. The fantasy makes your body run warm and you have to look away before they see you blush.

“I’ll be home in a little bit,” your father says. “Don’t worry about me. Have fun with Violet. And behave!” He adds, knowing you have a tendency to get the poor girl in trouble. What can you say? You’re a bad influence.

You nod your head politely, giving him a sweet smile. He accepts the gesture and turns, but you let your gaze linger, eyes lighting up when you and Joel catch a glance at one another. His jaw is tense as you wink, swiveling on your heels so your little dress twirls, riding up the tiniest bit so he can see a flash of your white cotton panties. You don’t look back as you prance out of the bar, knowing in your heart that Joel Miller has to sit the rest of the time he’s with your father hiding a boner.

Your mood only brightens when you get to Violet’s. She knows about your obsession with Joel, and honestly, it scares her. She’s more sheltered than you, and she definitely worries more. Every time you talk lustfully about the older man her anxious brain spins into a tizzy.

You’re surprised she’s even friends with you. God knows her life would be so much easier, and way less stressful if you weren’t in it. On the other hand, it’d probably be, like, super boring as well.

On her bed, you talk about what life would be like outside of Jackson while she reads the same book she’s read twelve times already. It’s funny how she’s come to be your best friend. The two of you are complete opposites, but that’s why you work together so well.

She flips through the pages but listens to you as you talk about getting away from here, heading for the beach or someplace tropical. Every once in a while she’ll chime in on how dangerous it could be starting somewhere new, but you think you could take on that challenge.

“What about you?” You ask her, rolling to the other side of the bed, meeting her where she sits on the floor. “If you could leave Jackson, would you?”

She places her bookmark to save her page and sets her book down. She looks off in thought before turning her attention to you. “I’m not sure,” she says quietly. “We’re safe here. I know it gets boring, but I like it. I like my home and I like the weather.”

You nod, understanding her reasonings. But you crave excitement. You crave adventure. If you could get with Joel…

“I think I’m gonna do it,” you say, shifting so you’re on your back. You stare up at her ceiling, sighing dreamily.

“Oh, no,” she groans. “What are you going to do?”

“I’m gonna tell Joel how I feel,” you state with finality. “Yeah, I’m just gonna tell him that I like him. That I want him. And see what happens.”

“That is such a bad idea,” she cringes, hiding her face behind her hands. “Oh my god, you cannot do that! What would your father say?”

“Who says he has to know?” You scoff. “I don’t tell him everything.”

“I can’t believe I’m hearing this,” she says, internally panicking. You’re thinking of what Joel’s lips feel like and she’s thinking about how this could destroy the town. “What do you even see in him? He’s the same age as your dad!”

“So?” You snap, glaring down at her. “He’s hot and funny and charming.” Your words come out in a breathy sigh. “I bet he has a big dick.”

Violet squeals and grabs a pillow off her bed, hiding her embarrassed face. You can’t help but laugh, sliding down off the bed so you’re sitting next to her. She mumbles something into the pillow, and your giggles get louder. When she pulls away, her face is beet red. “I can’t believe you’re a virgin,” she whispers.

You shrug your shoulders as your thoughts drift off to Joel. “Maybe not for long.”

A few days later, you find yourself upstairs in your room, dying from the summer heat. You were outside listening to an old iPod you found until the sun became too much, then you had to head indoors. Now, you’re on your bed, writing down your thoughts of the day in your journal.

The previous pages are all filled with thoughts on Joel. Unfortunately, you haven’t had any alone time with him recently. So much to Violet’s relief, you haven’t told him your feelings. Yet.

But there’s hope. You know your father is supposed to meet with him today. And you know Joel has a habit of showing up earlier than expected when your dad isn't around. You have a theory that he does it so he can see you. But you’ve never tested it. Until now.

As if on cue, there’s a loud knock on your front door, followed by Joel’s deep voice. “Hello? Joseph, are you here?”

Excitement flows through you and you slam your journal shut, shoving it beneath your pillow. You quickly wipe the sweat from your forehead before calling out to him. “He’s not home yet!” You yell. “I’m upstairs!”

For whatever reason, Joel takes that as an invitation and decides to follow the sound of your voice. He cautiously climbs the stairs as he heads for your room. Oh, he knows he shouldn’t be up here. Curiosity killed the cat.

But satisfaction brought it back.

He enters your room, stunned when he sees you on your bed, hair up high in a messy bun to keep off your neck. A white tank top hugs your top half, leaving little to the imagination. Beads of sweat drip down your chest, beneath the flimsy fabric, gliding down between the valley of your breasts hidden where he can barely see. The shorts you wear certainly have an effect on him and he has to force his eyes elsewhere.

Dangerous, he has put himself in a dangerous situation here. “Uh, hey,” he says, avoiding eye contact and glancing around your room.

“You here for my dad?” You ask innocently, staring at him in the hopes he’ll look at you again.

Joel nods. “I’m a bit early,” he trails off.

You smile to yourself. You already knew that. He’s here to see you.

“You’ve been coming over a lot,” you point out, and that grabs his attention. He raises an eyebrow in confusion, wondering where you’re going with this statement. “And it seems like you come earlier and earlier each time,” you say. You watch his chest rise as he takes in a deep breath. “You’re here to see me, aren’t you?”

“What?” He chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest. “N-no.” You don’t miss the slight stutter in his voice. Oh, this is too good.

“Relax, old man,” you tease with a shake of your head. “I’m just fucking with you.”

He seems to calm down a little, rolling his eyes. “Should have known,” he snorts under his breath, but you still hear it.

“Excuse me?” You challenge him.

“Well, you know,” he mumbles in his smooth southern accent.

You feign annoyance, glaring at him. “Oh, so you believe everything you hear?” You ask harshly.

Joel huffs in disbelief. “You tellin’ me you ain’t the promiscuous little princess this whole town thinks you are?” His eyes bore into yours and damn it if your stomach doesn’t flutter with butterflies with how he stares you down.

“I know my reputation, Joel,” you say with a grin, squirming under his smoldering eyes. “People start rumors, rumors spiral out of control, sometimes it’s easier to roll with it than fight it. But I’m a virgin,” you confess and giggle at the way his eyes widen. “Yeah, that’s right,” you confirm as realization crosses his face.

The confession takes him off guard. And, admittedly, it makes him hot. He’s heard rumors about you, everyone has. And like the rest, he just assumed those rumors were true. You had notoriety about you, and even though it wasn’t the most flattering, it was intriguing. But this? Knowing you’re really just some innocent girl everyone wants, but no one’s had… That’s… That’s hot.

“Uh, really?” He coughs, trying to keep his interest in your sexuality concealed. Christ, you are his best friend’s daughter. You are totally and completely off limits. He shouldn’t even be having this discussion with you.

But then you smirk at him, blink those dazzling eyes and say things that drive his mind wild. “Yeah,” you whisper, voice dripping with suggestion. “Why? You want to change that?”

“W-what?” He stammers, feeling his heart nearly leap from his chest.

You sigh, sitting up so your knees press into the mattress. “Isn’t it obvious?” You ask as you lean forward a bit, using your arms to frame your chest and showing off your cleavage, glistening with sweat. “I want you, Joel, I have for a while,” you finally admit.

He shifts awkwardly, feeling his jeans get tighter the longer you look at him. He’s known you have a thing for him. You’re not exactly subtle. But this? This little admission is almost too much. Your father could arrive at any time. “Are you crazy?” He whispers.

“Oh, come on,” you roll your eyes. “I see the way you look at me. I’m not the only one feeling…something.”

Joel shakes his head, face turning crimson. Fuck, he’s got to get out of here. He’s got to get away from you before he says, or does, something he’ll definitely fucking regret.

You pout, slinking back onto your mattress. “You don’t like the idea of being my first?”

You say that and he bites back a groan, taking in a deep shaky breath. Of course, he likes the idea. He loves the idea. To know that he’d be the only man who has touched you, who has made you cum, who has heard your pretty moans of want. It’s such a hot fantasy. But he can’t. He won’t. It’s worth repeating, that you are the daughter of his best friend. And you’re so young.

But he can’t help but wonder.

“Why me?” He asks, hesitantly. “Why now? You’re an attractive, young girl. I know you’ve had boyfriends.”

“No one’s been worthy,” you say with total honesty.

This makes Joel laugh. Hard. “Wait, you’re telling me you think no one’s been worthy of sleeping with you?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” you answer him. “Why?”

“Nothing,” he chuckles, still trying to wrap his brain around this entire conversation.

“Guys my age have proven time and time again why they don’t deserve me,” you tell him with sincerity.

“And I do?” He asks, clearly flattered by the thought.

“Don’t you?” You say quietly.

Just then, you hear the back door of your house open, meaning your dad is finally home. Bummer, just when things were getting interesting. You frown, knowing this is the end of your conversation.

Joel looks panicked like he’s trying to figure out an escape from your bedroom. It’s cute how nervous he is. But you hold your hand up, telling him to calm down.

“Hey, kid! Where are ya?” Your dad yells, voice booming through the house.

You bring a finger to your lips, suggesting Joel be quiet and let you take the lead. He looks annoyed but does as you say, standing completely still. “I’m upstairs!” You call out, getting off your bed. You motion for Joel to follow.

You know your dad will ask if the older man is around. So the best you can do is distract him long enough so Joel can sneak out of your room and out of your house. Should be easy.

“Can you come here, pumpkin?” Your dad asks.

You look at Joel and hold his gaze, smiling wickedly. “Coming, daddy!” You yell in response and see Joel’s eyes darken. You give him a wink before heading downstairs to meet your father, ready to play dumb.

He greets you with a smile and a small hug. “Has Joel come by yet?” He questions.

You shake your head. “Nope, haven’t seen him,” you lie. “But oh! Have you seen my flowers? They’re already blooming!” You say excitedly and drag your father out towards the backyard.

Joel listens and waits for you two to leave before he tiptoes downstairs and heads outside. Once on the porch, he takes a few moments to collect himself before knocking on the front door. Get it together, man, he thinks.

Your father hears the knocks from the other side of the house and heads back in to greet his friend. You follow along innocently, leaving behind your garden. Inside, you stand behind your father as he speaks to Joel.

The other man tries to pay attention to his friend, but it’s nearly impossible when you’re idling there, licking your lips, and fanning yourself due to the heat. He can see your tank top sticking to your sweaty skin and for a second thinks you’d feel so much better if he took it off for you.

Fuck, no. He can’t think like that.

But, shit, it would be so fucking hot. And as you bite down on your bottom lip, he swears he’s going to explode. What he wouldn’t give to be the one biting that lip.

“I’m going back upstairs,” you say in a bored tone, bringing him back to life. “Let me know if you need anything!” You sing out.

Your father bids you goodbye as he ushers Joel into the kitchen. He follows your dad, but can’t stop himself from checking out your ass as you leave. You are trouble.

Luck’s been your friend lately. After a couple more run-ins with Joel, you’re standing here in his weapons class with Violet, watching him intently. You’re not the only girl with eyes for him, and you have to admit that it annoys you. Violet finds it humorous, though.

There are girls your age blatantly flirting with him and he doesn’t push them away. He doesn’t exactly pay attention to it, either. But it’s enough to piss you off. If there were any cute guys in this class, you’d throw yourself at them just to show Joel how it feels. But alas, it’s mostly women.

And those women, the ones his age, you worry about them. You don’t know if, after all this, Joel sees you as some stupid kid. Maybe he doesn’t take you seriously. Maybe you’re just embarrassing yourself by flirting with him. The thought breaks your heart. Some of these women are gorgeous. You wouldn’t blame him for wanting one of them instead of you.

But you’re not going to back down. Yes, you joined this class because your father made you. He said you could learn a lot from Joel and you needed to know the basics of weapons to keep yourself safe. However, you’ve been sticking around just so you can be closer to the man who plagues all of your thoughts.

“Um, Joel?” You speak up, catching his attention immediately. The group of girls surrounding also turn around, disgusted by your interruption. “I need some help,” you say.

He could ignore you and go back to teaching the class. But where’s the fun in that? Instead, he passes instructions over to Jesse and leaves the jealous girls in favor of you. Violet groans and excuses herself, not willing to participate in whatever you have planned. She’s far too shy for this.

“What is it you need?” Joel asks, his voice deep and rough as he stands behind you.

You decide to get a little brave and place your handgun on the workbench in front of you. Sighing, you lean back, feeling Joel tense as you press yourself against him. His hand finds your hip, instinctively holding onto you. “I’m just not sure I’m doing this right,” you frown, cocking your head to the side.

Joel’s warm breath fans across your now exposed neck and it takes everything in his power to not just lean down and kiss your glowing skin. Instead, he squeezes your hip harder and angles his body around you to see what you’re doing. “Don’t know how to handle a gun?” He grunts, and you don’t miss the suggestive undertone in his words.

“I told you,” you laugh innocently. “I’m a virgin, Mr. Miller.”

“Fuck,” he mumbles under his breath, dropping his hand from your body. He moves to stand next to you, but you already felt his hardness pressing into you. He glares down at you, shooting you a warning. “Behave,” he whispers.

“I’m always on my best behavior,” you tell him, flipping your hair over your shoulder. It’s blatant flirtation, and anyone who looks at you can see it, but you find it hard to care. He’s so close and he smells so good and he’s so warm. God, he’s perfect. “Like remember the other day?” You ask. “In my room?”

“Nothin’ happened in your room,” he snaps, glancing around to make sure no one heard you.

“I know,” you tell him. “Because I was on my best behavior.”

“Listen,” Joel interjects, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you to a more suitable location without prying eyes. “You’ve gotta stop,” he says, but you can hear the hesitancy in his voice. “You’re young. You don’t know what you want.”

Annoyed, you step into him, pressing your chest to his. His breath hitches, but he doesn’t move away. No, he lets you invade his personal space. “I know I want you,” you whisper, trailing your fingertips along his chest. “And I think you want me, too.”

“I can’t,” he says darkly, grabbing you by the wrist. “Do you have any idea what your dad would do to me?” He hisses, searching your eyes for any sign of understanding. Fuck, it would be so easy to just grab you and kiss you right here, pin you to the side of the barn and take you the way you want; the way he wants. But he has to be a better man. He has to.

“But,” you pout, looking up at him. “Do you know what I could do to you?”

Joel groans, dropping his head against yours. You close your eyes and tilt your chin up. His lips are so close to yours. If you just step on your tiptoes, you could kiss him.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he breathes, brushing his knuckles across your cheek. “You wouldn’t even know where to start.”

Stunned, you stand frozen as Joel kisses your forehead and walks away from you. You’d be offended if that situation didn’t send warmth buzzing through your stomach. He’s teasing you and, as frustrating as it is, you take it as a good sign.

The next night, your father is on watchtower duty with one of the other town leaders. It’s not his favorite job in Jackson, but he only has to do it every so often. So it’s rare you have nights alone. He bid you goodnight before leaving, making sure you had food for the night. He still treats you like his little girl and you’re thankful for that. But it does make it harder for you sometimes. You never want to disappoint him.

You think about Joel and wonder what he’s doing tonight. Ellie’s been spending a lot of time with her friends. Joel’s told you before that she’s rarely home. He misses her, but he’s happy she’s putting herself out there. You would bet tonight she’s probably off with her little group, meaning Joel’s most likely home alone.

The smart thing to do would be to let it go. Just stay home, be the good girl your dad thinks you are. But your brain won’t shut up. Knowing Joel is just within reach and that you could actually be alone with him is the only thing you can focus on. You’ve got it bad.

“Just do it,” you murmur to yourself. “If he turns you away, he turns you away. At least you tried.” Your little pep talk gives you the energy you’re looking for and you decide to leave your house, opening your door to the darkness of the night.

Before you even have the chance to step out onto your porch, you bump into something, or rather, someone. You look up at the figure towering over you, heart skipping a beat at those familiar hazel eyes. “Joel,” you breathe. “What are you doing here?”

He looks ashamed, head down low like he’s afraid to make eye contact as he speaks. “I know your dad is workin’ the tower tonight,” he mumbles. “Thought I’d come check on you.”

The fluttering in your chest increases at his words. And the longer you stare at him, the more flustered you get. You know why he’s here. He’s finally done pushing you away. “That’s very kind of you,” you say softly, biting down on your lip.

He watches your every movement, slowly taking in every part of you from the knee-high socks to the sleep shorts to the baggy shirt that covers your beautiful body. When his gaze reaches your lips, you let out an involuntary sigh. He swallows the lump in his drying throat and steps closer to you, one foot at a time.

Your pink lips are parted in uncertainty, glittering eyes shining up at him intrusively. Under the cloudy porch light, you look like a doll, handcrafted to perfection. And you want him. Why? More importantly, why can’t he accept that? You’re stunning and he’s being his own personal cockblock.

A breath leaves your lips, and you open your mouth to speak, but before any words can come out, Joel’s wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you into him. His warm lips crash against yours, aggressively kissing you, walking you back into your house. All coherent thoughts fly out the window as you kiss him back, savoring the feeling, sliding your arms across his neck, and pushing yourself up on your tippy toes.

He pulls away for only a second to catch a breath before claiming your lips again, trailing his tongue lightly over your bottom lip. It’s such an intense feeling that shoots pleasure down to your core. And with your lips parted, you accept his tongue, finally tasting him.

In all the kisses you’ve had with the many boys of Jackson, you’ve never felt like this. Joel’s mouth molds against yours with passion and his rough beard tickles your sensitive skin. He kisses you deeply, fiercely, like his life depends on it; like you’re a drug and he’s an addict. You’ve never felt so desired.

Even when you see black spots form behind your eyelids at the lack of air you’re getting, you can’t pull away from him. You don’t want to. You want to die just like this, smothered by his kisses.

But he can feel you struggling against him, and he laughs lightly, breaking the kiss so you can gasp for air. Your cheeks are flushed, eyes glazed over, and Joel wishes he had a camera so he could capture this image forever. He waits quietly for you to regain your balance, and when you give him a confident smile, he kisses you again.

No words are said as you jump up in his arms, feeling his hands grab your thighs to steady you. He holds you up, shutting the door behind him with his foot. Lips still attached, he carries you up the stairs to your bedroom, a place he’s been dreaming of.

He walks over to your bed, dropping you down before quickly closing your door. He wastes no time sauntering back over to you, crawling over your panting body. His hand reaches up, cupping your face so delicately.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” He asks and there’s a determination in his eyes that you’ve never seen before.

“More than anything,” you answer without flinching. You’re confident in knowing what you want. And he finally accepts that.

Joel nods and kisses your lips and up to your ear before whispering the hottest thing you've ever heard. “Darlin’, I’m gonna fuck you so good, it’ll ruin you for other men.”

“Please,” you whine, eyes lidded, body writhing and hot, desperate for his touch.

He props himself up with one hand, the other trailing down the curve of your body, stopping at the hem of your shirt. He looks at you and you nod, giving him the permission he needs. As slow as possible, he pushes the dark green fabric up, gradually revealing your gleaming skin. He shuffles down your body, settling between your legs, kissing the exposed area of your stomach.

You let out such a pretty noise as his wet lips follow where he continues to push up your shirt. You grab the cotton in your hand, holding it just below your breasts as Joel continues his soft grazes over the expanse of your tummy. Exhaling deeply, your body twitches when you feel the brush of his beard against your hand.

“Let it go, baby girl,” he says in a low voice. Your shaking hand drops the hem of your shirt as your mind ignites at the pet name. Bliss takes over as Joel sits up, pulling you with him so he can remove your top completely.

A grunt leaves his lips as he looks you over, lips pressing against yours again as he pushes you back down onto the mattress. You melt into him as he takes over once more, kissing down your neck, gently biting you just enough to give you pleasure, but not too hard to leave a mark. Your hands don’t know what else to do but rest on his shoulder and the back of his neck as he claims you.

“Joel,” you whisper, and the way you say his name, full of lust and need, makes his gut clench. How could he have resisted you for so long? It doesn’t matter now. He has you beneath him and he intends on making you feel amazing.

His rough hands snake up your body as he kisses his way down your chest, tasting your salty skin, licking up the sweat line that’s formed between your pretty tits. Soft gasps pour out of you and it’s the sweetest melody he’s ever heard. He can only imagine how gorgeous you’ll sound when he’s actually fucking you.

“So pretty,” Joel murmurs, pressing wet, opened mouth kisses to your breast while his hand cups the other. “Fuckin’ stunning,” he corrects himself.

Your body arches from the bed, leaning into his every touch. Emotions you have never experienced before present themselves in colors behind your eyelids, reds, and purples of passion, warm oranges, and golds the way Joel makes you feel safe. And sounds you’ve never made come out loudly when his hot mouth encloses around your nipple, sucking tenderly while his calloused fingers pinch the other.

That fervor builds inside of you and excitement takes over. Joel feels you squirm beneath him and smiles at how receptive you are. And he’s only just started.

He pulls his mouth away and looks up at you. “Feel good?” He teases to which you nod. “Good.” He licks his lips and drops his gaze down to your shorts. He wants to take his time with you, make you feel good, and give you the experience you deserve. But the desire pulsing through his veins is eager. “Can I take these off?” He asks, snapping the band of your shorts.

“If you take your shirt off,” you smile, greedily grabbing for his chest.

“I guess that’s only fair,” he chuckles, sitting up slightly to pull the shirt over his head. He tosses it to the floor and leans back over you, your chest flush against his. He kisses your lips sweetly as he traces circles through the fabric of your shorts. “Now can I?”

“Yes,” you breathe, lifting your hips so he can pull your bottoms off. He sits back on his heels, lifting your legs, and kissing your skin as he rolls down your socks, too. His hands soothe over the goosebumps that form on your thighs before settling his body between them.

“Are you okay?” He questions, sliding those hands up to your panties. “We can stop--”

“Please, don’t,” you groan, frustrated and flustered.

Joel laughs and kisses your inner thigh. You tense for a second and then relax, looking down at him. He does it again, this time using his teeth to nip at the sensitive spot he’s discovered. He feels comfortable enough sucking a bruise into your flesh here. No one else will see.

Your hands grip the bed sheets next to you, mind racing, swirling with a million different thoughts, unable to focus on just one. No one’s ever been this close to you. And no one has ever made you feel so weak yet so strong.

“I want to taste you, darlin’,” Joel mumbles into your skin. For a second, you forget how to speak. You never thought you’d hear those words come from Joel. But they sound so good and he sounds desperate, even. “Will you let me, baby girl? Will you let me taste your pretty pussy?”

“Oh, fuck,” you whine, nodding your head furiously. “Yes, Joel,” you groan. “Please.”

“I’ve been dreaming of this moment, princess,” he tells you with a slight blush. His fingers dip into the band of your panties, slowly pulling them down. “Been dreaming of my head between your thighs, my tongue inside you. I used to be jealous of those guys you were with. How silly of me.”

His little confession sends your brain into another dimension. You can’t believe he just said that. Oh, but you were right. He does have feelings for you.

And he’s proving it to you by kissing up your thighs, taking his time to taste and explore every part of you. You whimper at every touch, eager for him to take you, make you his. But he’s moving so slow, you can barely stand it.

“Baby,” he coos, holding your thighs in place to stop you from thrashing around. “Relax,” he grins. “I’m gonna take care of you, I promise.”

“I need it,” you whine, trying to buck your hips up. “Please, Joel. I’ve waited s-so long.”

“And you can wait a little longer,” he teases, pushing himself up slightly. He brings two fingers to your lips, pressing into the soft flesh. “Open,” he orders. “Suck on my fingers.”

You groan and part your lips as Joel demands, sucking the two digits into your mouth. His eyes darken as your tongue rolls over them, getting them nice and wet with your saliva. You’re an enthusiastic one, trying to take them deeper. That cute little mouth of yours begins to drool around his hand.

“Good girl,” he praises as you moan around him. The sounds you make are so adorable and the light suction of your lips feels so sweet. He can admit now that he’s imagined what those lips would feel like wrapped around his cock. Given the way you’re trying to deepthroat his fingers, he knows you’ll be a greedy little cockslut. But that’s for another time. Right now, it’s all about you. “You’re doing so well,” he hums.

He pulls his fingers from your lips and you watch him as he slides them between your legs. You tense up, nerves taking over until Joel kisses you. He’s gentle, pressing a finger to your entrance once your rigid body unwinds.��

“Oh!” You gasp as your body curves against the mattress, absorbing the feeling of Joel’s finger. You’ve touched yourself before, but nothing can compare to the caress of another person. And for it to be Joel is on a whole new level. Yes, you’ve pursued him, but you never imagined he’d be here, in your room, slipping his finger in and out of your cunt.

“Sound so sexy, baby,” he murmurs, dragging his finger through your slit, gathering your slick before pushing it back into you. He’s mesmerized by you, by the way your legs spread for him, overwhelmed with the notion that he’s your first. He’s the only man who’s touched you like this.

It’s sick, a little bit, the fact that he enjoys corrupting you. He likes the way your pretty little cunt squeezes around his finger. He likes that when he adds a second one, a heavy moan rips from your throat, a sound he’s sure no one else has heard before. He likes watching as his two fingers pump in and out of your virgin pussy demanding your juices leak out of you.

He loves the way you writhe beneath him, your hands pushing up against your pillows for something to hold on to while he finger fucks you quickly. He loves the way your perfect tits bounce from the force of his motions, knowing that your messy behavior is because he’s making you feel things no man has.

“J-Joel,” you stutter, grinding your hips down against his hand. “I-I need it,” you mewl. “Fuck, I need…”

“Tell me,” he growls, rotating his wrist until his fingers find that tender spot inside of you. The little moan you let out at his discovery is so fucking hot that he doesn’t hesitate to brush over that bundle of nerves over and over. “Tell me what you need, baby girl. And I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you whatever you fuckin’ want.”

“Oh, my god,” you choke, squeezing your eyes shut, trying to enhance every sensation rippling through your body. “I want y-you to…” You trail off as your words fail you. Your eyes roll back as Joel curls his fingers inside your wet cunt. “F-fuck,” you whimper.

He almost feels bad for teasing you, but watching your body fall apart beneath him is so satisfying. “Aw, poor girl,” he shakes his head. “You want me to lick your pussy, is that it? Huh? You want my tongue buried inside you?”

You nod, biting your lip so hard you taste metallic on your tongue. “Yes, yes,” you groan.

He doesn’t say anything, situating himself between your legs until you can feel his hot breath clash against your core. He doesn’t spare another second, bringing your legs over his shoulders and flicking his tongue through your sopping folds. You can’t contain the sounds you make at the feeling of his intrusion.

You can barely look down at him, too aroused that Joel Miller, a known leader in Jackson, a friend of your father, a respected citizen, is eating you out with fervor. His wet tongue feels so heavenly as it laps up your juices you have to resist the urge to squeeze your thighs around his head.

But you’ve never been in this position before. You don’t know how to act as he plunges his tongue inside of you, licking at your dripping core with desperation. The sounds he makes as he buries his face into your cunt are feral and you can’t stop yourself from grinding into him.

He accepts it, moaning as your taste coats his tongue. He wraps his arms around your thighs to pull you closer, and you yelp, shooting your hands to his hair. You grab onto his graying strands, tugging hard as you lose yourself in the feeling. You can tell just how wet you are from the slurping sounds Joel makes mouthing your pussy.

You sigh in ecstasy as his lips wrap around your clit. He sucks lightly, moaning into you and sending vibrations up your spine. It’s such an unfamiliar pleasure, but you feel so lucky that Joel’s treating you right. You knew waiting for him would be worth it.

“Fuck, Joel,” you moan. “Feels so good. Don’t stop,” you breathe, and as soon as you say it, he stops.

You whine, propping yourself up on your elbows as Joel tears his face away from you. His beard is damp with your slick and his smile is lazy, he looks drugged up, almost. It’s kind of hot he got so turned on just by eating you out.

“Why’d you stop?” You frown and it’s so adorable, Joel can’t resist crawling back up to your lips. Your breath hitches as he leans in to kiss you, eyes closing when your lips meet. You taste yourself on his lips, and it’s so fucking seductive that you bring your hand to his neck to deepen the kiss.

“You taste good, don’t you?” He smirks, licking his lips. “Mm, I wish we had more time,” he admits. “I’d love to have you ride my face. Suffocate me with these gorgeous thighs. Cum all over my tongue.”

“Fuck, Joel,” you whimper, running your hands over his chest. “Don’t tease me,” you huff.

“Next time,” he grins and slides off the bed gracefully. You watch as he undoes his jeans, sliding them down his legs with his briefs following them.

Your eyes widen at his naked body, impressed at how well he’s kept in shape. Even more, impressed by his size. You lick your lips absentmindedly as a thought pops into your head. But it’s like Joel can read your mind because before you say anything, he’s back on top of you.

“We can save that for next time, too,” he winks.

“You want there to be a next time?” You ask him, suddenly feeling shy.

“Of course,” he says before spitting into his hand and wrapping it around his dick. “You said it already. You know how I feel about you.”

“You like me,” you tease, spreading your legs and welcoming him between them. “So naughty of you, Mr. Miller.”

“Says the girl about to get fucked by her father’s friend,” he points out and your face heats up. “Are you ready for me, darlin’?” He asks for the last time.

You nod desperately. “Fuck me, please.”

“God, that’s hot,” he groans and eases himself into you. You let out a little whimper, and Joel softly kisses your cheek. “Shh, it’s okay, baby, I’ve got you. I’m gonna make you feel so good. Don’t worry.”

“Uh huh,” you whisper, biting your lip to hold back any sounds. He rubs comforting circles into your hips as he slowly pushes half of his cock in and out of you. You feel the pressure, appreciative that he’s going at a pace comfortable for you. You want more, but you’re almost afraid to ask. You don’t want to seem overly excited.

But Joel can hardly focus on anything else but the way your walls flutter around him. You’re so wet, so tight, so hot. Your pussy grips him so deliciously he nearly cums. He knew you’d feel fantastic, but he still wasn’t prepared for just how perfectly you fit him.

“Can I move?” He whispers, hoisting your leg up slightly so he can angle himself better. You nod, muttering out a quiet yeah. And he takes it slow, pushing the rest of the way into you. “Oh, fuck yeah,” he mumbles as you surround him.

“Joel,” you gasp, grabbing onto his shoulders. “Fuck, I--” Words blur together in your head, leaving you speechless and unable to think one single coherent thought. All you can feel is Joel inside of you, stretching you with his thick cock, filling you up in all the ways you desire. “Please, oh god,” you cry out with no idea what you’re pleading for.

“So tight, baby girl,” he moans, picking up the speed of his hips. “God damn, you feel so good. Can’t believe I tried to let you go.” He shakes his head, mentally calling himself an idiot. He could have missed out on this. Missed out the cute faces you make as he pumps into you, the pretty sounds that tumble past your lips. He could have missed out on the feeling of your slutty little cunt squeezing him so tight that he wants to fuck you forever.

“Ungh,” you let out the most pathetic whine, pushing your ass into him, taking him deeper. He feels incredible, so long and hard and hitting that spot that makes your insides burn with need. “Faster,” you pant, digging your nails into his shoulder. “Go faster, ugh, fuck me.”

“Fuck,” Joel grunts, thrusting into you nice and fast, hips hitting yours so hard you can hear the erotic sounds of his skin slapping against yours fill your room. “So fuckin’ hot,” he groans, pulling you against him. “And so needy. This is what you wanted, isn’t it baby? To have a man fuck you senseless, take your virgin pussy all for himself.” He grins a wicked grin and moves his hand to your chest. “Mm, all behind daddy’s back.”

You roll your eyes at the comment and from the pleasure of Joel’s dick splitting you in half. That’s such a touchy subject, but you can’t lie, the fact that it’s practically forbidden makes it so damn alluring. You get off on secrets, obviously.

“Don’t,” you pout, wiggling your hips as a way of asking for more. Joel’s happy to oblige, feeling his release quickly approach. He holds you down by your hips, driving himself into you, claiming you all for himself.

“What’s wrong, princess?” He teases as you scrunch up your nose. “You’re so fuckin’ cute. And you’re takin’ me so well. Doin’ so good for daddy,” he chuckles.

“Fuck, shut up,” you groan, slapping his chest. “Don’t say that!”

“Say what?” He whispers, rolling his hips into yours. “Daddy?”

“Joel, I swear,” you breathe out in frustration.

“I think it’s kinda hot,” he says. “You’re mine now, you know that, right? My baby, my little fuck doll. It’s only fitting that I be your daddy.”

“I, fuck,” you whimper, hating how hot it sounds when he says that. Oh, this is so wrong.

“Come on, princess,” he moans low and dirty. “I know you wanna say it.”

You shake your head, feeling weak as your orgasm nears. You’re gonna cum. You’re gonna cum so hard all over Joel’s cock you can’t fucking believe it.

“Please?” He purrs, moving his hand down your body until his fingers find your swollen clit. “I’ll make you cum nice and hard if you say it. I know you want to, baby. It’s okay.”

His fingers slowly roll over your clit and that coupled with Joel’s cock stretching you and his heavy breathing in your ear makes you want to give in to his every desire. Your tummy tightens as that familiar feeling intensifies. Fuck, fuck. “Oh, god, daddy,” you moan in encouragement.

“Oof,” Joel smirks, rubbing your clit faster. “That’s my good girl. So fuckin’ sexy,” he tells you. “Now, say it louder.”

“Daddy, please!” You cry and that’s all it takes for you to cum, fucked happy for the first time by the man you really like. Joel works you through your climax, licking his lips as he feels you squirt all over his cock. Your warm juices cover him, and shit, it’s so sexy to watch you fall apart beneath him. And a sense of pride washes over him knowing he’s the first man to make you cum.

That thought is what tips him over the edge. He looks into your hazy eyes and lets go, releasing his load, filling your pussy with his hot cum. He shivers as he shoots into you, clenching his jaw to hold down his sounds. He swears he’s never cum that hard in his life.

For a moment, he just stares at you in your post-orgasm glow. Sweat makes your hair stick to your face, you wear such a weak smile, and your eyes are so droopy. You’re beautiful. You’re satiated. He made that happen.

“Wow,” he breathes and holds himself steady as he pulls out of you, wincing at the sensitivity. “That was…wow.”

“No regrets?” You ask with worry.

“None,” he answers quickly. “You?”

“Nope,” You giggle.

You happily roll over on top of Joel, dancing your fingers over his beard. He smiles and it’s so beautiful it makes you all warm inside. You lean in to kiss him, soft and slow this time. For now, you’re content. You never want him to leave.

Unfortunately, your luck can’t last forever. In your state of happiness, you don’t think that your father might be home soon. So when you suddenly hear his voice calling for you, your stomach sinks and you look at Joel in panic.

“Pumpkin, I’m home!” Your father shouts, announcing his return.

Joel hops out of your bed, tripping over the messed-up sheets to hurry and put his clothes on. You look around your room for something to slip into, grabbing your panties from the floor and then tearing through your blankets to find your nightshirt.

Just as you pull it over your head, your bedroom door opens and the smile falls from your father’s face. He stares in horror as Joel buttons his jeans, standing shirtless next to your bed that’s obviously been used. Red flashes before him as he looks at you, your messy hair and lack of pants. It all sinks in. And he loses control.

“Motherfucker,” he grumbles and lunges at Joel, grabbing the other man by the throat and knocking him to his knees. “I'll fucking kill you!” Your father screams, choking Joel with such force you can hear him gagging.

“Daddy, stop it!” You yell as tears well in your eyes. “Please!”

“You shut up!” Your father hisses, glaring daggers at you. God, what have you done? How could you do this to him? How could you do this to yourself? He’s so disappointed in you.

“Don’t hurt him,” you whimper, running over to try and pry your father’s hands off of Joel’s neck. He’s far too strong, you fear he might actually kill Joel right here in your room. “Stop, please!” You cry, pulling at his arm.

“Fucking pervert,” your dad spits and you watch with horror as Joel’s eyes flutter closed all while your father shouts. “You’re going to fucking pay for this.”

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Joel Miller Taglist: @swtaura - @chxpsi - @extraneous-trip - @cerebellam - @tiredbeebo - @kirsteng42 - @trickstersp8 - @detectivebarba

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mindyco · 1 year

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hi! i’m the anon who requested idol mc with the brothers and i’m so glad you liked the idea! ♡

i had another quick idea for idol mc: the brothers surprise mc backstage after they just finished performing for their concert 🤭 i think it would be so cute to see the brothers prepare gifts and wait for them to finish their performance!

Artwork credit: @nona-piccolo

FINALLY BRINGING BACK IDOL MC BECAUSE IT DESERVES ALL THE LOVE IN THE WORLD

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE IDEA, ANON

YOURE A LITERAL ANGEL BUT HONESTLY IF I EVER SAW THEM WAITING FOR ME BACKSTAGE I'D HAVE A HEART ATTACK (´つヮ⊂)

Scenario: The brothers surprise idol MC backstage

Lucifer:

Lucifer, with his commanding presence, takes on the role of a guardian backstage, watching over everything with his eagle-like gaze to ensure that nothing goes wrong.

He stands tall and poised, surveying the surroundings with a stoic expression, radiating an air of authority and protection.

His keen eyes carefully observe the staff, equipment, and the overall atmosphere, ensuring that everything is in order and running smoothly.

Despite his stern appearance, his heart softens as soon as MC arrives backstage. His stoic expression melts away, replaced by a gentle smile and a warm, loving gaze.

"You've made remarkable progress, and I have no doubt that your future will be filled with success," he says, his voice filled with confidence.

He approaches MC with grace, his steps steady and confident, and envelops them in a comforting embrace, feeling a surge of pride and happiness for their successful performance.

Lucifer takes a moment to observe MC, his gaze sweeping over their form with an appreciative glimmer. His lips curve into a gentle smile, and he reaches out to grasp MC's hand delicately, lifting it to his lips. A soft, tender kiss is pressed against the back of their hand.

"MC," Lucifer whispers in a voice filled with admiration, his warm breath caressing their skin. "Well done."

Mammon:

Mammon eagerly takes on the role of MC's biggest cheerleader backstage, making sure everyone knows just how amazing MC is.

As MC finishes their performance and steps off the stage, Mammon can barely contain his excitement. He practically jumps up and down, waving his arms wildly to get their attention.

"The Great Mammons got your back, human!" he exclaims, a wide grin plastered across his face as he slaps them across the back. "Hahaha! Did you see that crowd? They went crazy for you! I knew you had it in you!"

Mammon doesn't hesitate to let everyone nearby know that he knows MC. He struts around, pointing at them proudly, announcing to anyone who will listen, "Yeah, that's right! This superstar right here is my human! I've been supporting them since day one, and look at them now!"

He pulls MC into a tight hug, his excitement overflowing. "Ya really did an amazing job, MC. So just keep it up while I bask in all the glory!!" His words were filled with genuine pride, though the latter half of the sentence made MC shake their head with a smile.

He showers them with compliments, praising their stage presence, their voice, and their ability to captivate an audience.

His enthusiasm is contagious, spreading a sense of joy and accomplishment to MC and those around them. Mammon's support is unwavering, and he wants nothing more than to see MC shine and achieve their dreams.

Levi:

Amidst the commotion, Levi stands nervously, his heart pounding in his chest. He fidgets with his hair, trying to make it look presentable, and straightens out his shirt, wanting to appear at his best when he sees MC.

His eyes flicker with a mix of awe and uncertainty as he catches sight of MC making their way off the stage, the spotlight still clinging to them like a halo. They exude a radiant energy, their talent shining through every move they make. Levi can't help but feel a pang of doubt creeping into his mind—how could someone as dazzling as MC ever be interested in someone like him?

But as MC approaches, a gentle smile gracing their lips, his fears begin to dissipate. Their eyes meet, and for a moment, time stands still. MC's presence fills him with a sense of warmth and familiarity, as if they've been connected long before this moment.

"Levi!" MC's voice breaks through his reverie, their tone filled with genuine excitement. They step closer, their arms encircling him in a tight hug. "I've been looking forward to this hug all night..!"

Levi's eyes widen in surprise, a mixture of joy and disbelief flooding his heart. Their embrace feels like a lifeline, grounding him in the reality of their connection. He wraps his arms around them in return, a mixture of emotions swirling within him—relief, happiness, and a profound sense of being cherished.

"You… you really mean that?" Levi stammers, his voice filled with vulnerability. "I… I never thought... I mean, you were incredible up there, and I… I'm proud of you."

As they stand there, wrapped in each other's embrace, Levi's heart feels lighter, his doubts and worries fading into the background. With MC by his side, he knows that he has someone who believes in him, who appreciates his unique qualities, and who loves him unconditionally.

Satan:

Satan waits patiently behind the stage, holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers. As MC finishes their performance and steps off the stage, he approaches them with a warm smile, his eyes shining with delight.

"I must say, MC, your performance was truly a work of art," he says, his voice filled with genuine admiration.

As Satan hands MC the banquet, starts to explain the flower language and the meaning behind each one.

He takes a moment to explain the symbolism behind each flower, his voice filled with passion. Gently, MC watches as Satan's excitement spills over, his words flowing like a gentle stream.

"These red roses," he starts, his voice brimming with emotion, "symbolize my love for you, MC."

Satan's words are filled with a tenderness that wraps around MC like a warm embrace. His eyes, usually sharp and analytical, soften as he gazes at them. Every word he speaks shows the depth of his emotions, a love that knows no bounds.

"And these lilies," he continues, his voice growing even more fervent, "represent the purity and grace that you possess."

MC's heart swells with each word, feeling the weight of Satan's adoration and pride. They find solace in the way he expresses his feelings so passionately, as if every word is carefully chosen to convey the depth of his emotions.

As he goes on, MC notices the joy in Satan's eyes, the genuine delight in sharing these flowers and their meanings. It's as if each bloom holds a piece of his heart, carefully chosen to express his love and pride for them.

Satan's words dance through the air like whispers of affection, filling the space around them.

Asmo:

Asmodeus ensures that the backstage area is not only safe but also a haven of beauty and comfort for MC.

He adds his personal touch to the backstage decor, arranging flowers and creating an inviting atmosphere that reflects MC's vibrant energy and talent.

Asmodeus keeps an eye on the staff, making sure they are attentive and respectful, ensuring that everything runs smoothly and that everyone recognizes MC's importance.

When MC joins him backstage, Asmodeus can hardly contain his excitement. His face lights up with a radiant smile.

"Oh, darling, you were absolutely breathtaking!" Asmo gushes, his voice filled with genuine awe. He claps his hands together in delight, his excitement contagious.

With a graceful flourish, Asmo approaches MC, his movements fluid and captivating. His fingertips delicately brush against their arm, a touch both tender and electrifying.

He showers MC with compliments, praising their stage presence and captivating beauty, expressing his admiration for their performance in a way that only Asmodeus can.

Asmodeus's touch is delicate and affectionate as he brushes a stray lock of hair behind MC's ear, his eyes filled with adoration and genuine pride for their success.

Beel:

Beelzebub assumes a subtle yet ever-watchful presence backstage, ensuring that MC's needs and well-being are taken care of.

He pays close attention to MC's physical well-being, making sure they have enough water and snacks nearby, ready to provide help when needed.

Beelzebub's eyes scan the surroundings, not only for potential dangers but also for any signs of fatigue or discomfort in MC, always ready to offer his support.

When MC steps backstage, Beelzebub's face brightens with a warm smile, his eyes filled with genuine affection and concern.

"MC!" Beel's voice booms with genuine joy as he catches sight of them. His eyes sparkle with pride and excitement, his love for them evident in every fiber of his being. "You did it! You were amazing!"

Without a moment's hesitation, Beel closes the distance between them, his strong arms wrapping around MC in a tight embrace. His sheer size contrasts with their smaller frame, but the embrace is gentle and full of warmth, like a protective cocoon that envelopes them.

In a burst of exuberance, Beel lifts MC off their feet effortlessly, spinning them around in the air. MC's laughter fills the air, a melody of pure happiness that echoes through the backstage area.

Beel finally sets MC back on their feet, his hands lingering on their waist for a moment longer than necessary.

Belphie:

Belphie clicks his tongue disapprovingly, his eyes narrowing at the sight of MC's attire. "You really need to be more careful, MC."

Before MC can respond, Belphie swiftly removes his jacket, his movements fluid and purposeful. In a swift motion, he wraps the jacket around MC's shoulders, cocooning them in its warmth and protection. His touch is surprisingly gentle, the fabric of the jacket soft against MC's skin.

"Here," Belphie mutters under his breath, his voice carrying a hint of warmth that he tries to mask. "Now, let's get out of here."

With an unexpected tenderness, Belphie scoops MC up into his arms, their bodies now enveloped in the safety of his embrace.

As Belphie walks away from the chaos of the backstage area, MC can feel the steady rhythm of his heart against their back, a reminder of his protective nature. His grip on them is firm yet gentle, conveying a sense of security and reassurance.

Though Belphie's words may have sounded somewhat dismissive, MC can sense the pride bubbling beneath the surface. They know that behind his grumbles and complaints, he holds a genuine admiration for their talent and the effort they put into their performance. It is in these small gestures, these quiet acts of care, that his true feelings shine through.

As they navigate through the winding corridors, MC steals a glance at Belphie's face, curious to catch a glimpse of the emotions he tries so hard to conceal. And for a fleeting moment, their eyes meet.

"You... did pretty decent."

Belphie's expression softens ever so slightly, a flicker of pride dancing in his eyes. He may grumble and protest, but deep down, he cherishes MC's achievements and is honestly super proud of all the effort they put into their work.

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#Obey me #obey me headcanons #satan #lucifer #beel #belphie #om!#x reader #x mc #mammon #asmo #levi #obey me x mc #idol mx #fluffy

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myloveforhergoeson · 11 months

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man at this point idc what the btr boys are doing lmaoo im so invested in how roxy & dak are gonna go. do we ever see roxy's pool date with jo & camille? i wanna know what they think about this whole roxy dak mess he's putting her through....

hello! i wanted to respond to this rq bc i've literally been thinking about it all day

thank you for being interested in dak and roxy i was so scared people would stop reading after i introduced that little plot line! all i've gotta say is... roxy writes based off life experience or scenarios she creates in her head... so... yeah... hahahaha

i did not originally intend to show roxy's pool date with jo and camille but i will write it tomorrow after i get off work and post it asap! i've been writing the season one finale for literal weeks at this point and i'm starting to go crazy over it so itll be nice to get into a different little one shot for a bit. i'll post it in a reblog of this question so we can all find it :)

more under the cut !!!!

right now i will give you a little sneak peek about how EVERYONE feels about the roxy-dak mess because i'm generous like that, and i don't really get to show everyones feelings on it in the story bc we only get inside her head... there's a bit in chapter 13 where we see a little bit of how the guys feel about it, but i didn't want to make it a whole thing and then it kinda turned into a whole thing 🤷‍♀️

anyway: how my characters view love and roxy's relationship through some cannon events and my own personal beliefs

jo: takes absolutely no shit when it comes to love, we see this when kendall has his thing with lucy... she grew up listening to boy bands and has a standard for how men should treat her <3 plus i think she's been in one non-serious "we went on a few dates so i guess he's my boyfriend" relationship from back home so she has a little experience. she thinks dak isn't worth any more of her time after he stood her up but she is afraid to voice this to her bestie...

camille: is a hopeless romantic and would go nearly to the ends of the earth for the ones she loves. she's a "if it's meant to be, it's meant to be" kinda gal and at age 16 fully believes logan is the love of her life. i think he's her first partner! she wants roxy to be as in love as she is and thinks that, while shitty, the whole standing her up thing is just a bump in the road on their way to everlasting love

carlos: pre-established to have never been in a relationship but he's like a silly jock so i'm sure he's been on at least a few dates! he has older sisters in my story (because he feels like he was written by a woman (me. i'm that woman.)) so you know he knows the proper way to show a date a good time! he thought roxy looked so pretty on her first date and he just wants her to have a good time and be happy. if dak makes her happy, he's happy! and he was actually kind of okay with the stand up thing because they got to hang out and dance together <3

kendall: captain (?? i don't think i made this up... this is in the show right?) of the hockey team in a midwestern high school. he's had a few partners and i know his mother whooped his ass (metaphorically) into shape after she found out he goofed around too hard and hurt someone he went out with on accident... as for the roxy and dak affair, he may or may not have picked up on the fact one of his good buddies may or may not like her... he's not a fan but will not say anything bc he isn't in the business of telling her what to do (she will hit him with her songbook very hard)

logan: while a believer in his love science, he's yet to find a way to quantify how he feels about camille after the party in chapter 10 :) he dated a bit his first few years in high school (mostly double dates with james? i also think is a fact from the show), and has had a few non-serious partners but he's never felt this way about anyone else! in his love science-y world, he can tell that dak does not feel the same way about roxy as she feels about him. if he did, he would've come to the party. simple love science!

james: good lord! he has dated anyone who is someone at mountain aire high school and it's always been to elevate or retain his own social status. so when he's normally a flirt for fun, or because it makes his boring little small town feel less boring, it's always been a game to him. except somewhere along the way of flirting out of habit with his new friend, he might have started to actually mean some of the things he's said. he thinks dak's a douche for standing her up and he's trying to make that clear to her the only way he knows how: vague hints and comments here and there. another established james fact is he's never been dumped, so i imagine this brings up a little bit of fear of rejection in him as well. he has trouble voicing his own feelings as well, since he's always trying to come across as perfect.

whoo boy that was way more than i though it was gonna be lol. if you make it this far, you deserve a medal. thanks for the suggestion! i'm excited to write the pool date... we haven't had enough roxy/jo/camille in the fic lately

#just tell her how you feel!! i yell at james as if i am not the one writing him #thats all she wrote fic #ash talks tasw #thank you!!!!!!

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ways to say i love you without saying “i love you”

pairing: steve rogers x reader

summary: you and steve explore love languages

word count: 5.1k

warnings: fluff, a little angst because of miscommunications, reader & steve being idiots, good intentions but terrible delivery, mentions of other characters

author’s note: this fic has been sitting unfinished in my drafts for so long. this fic is like, ancient. this fic was almost destroyed because it was briefly in the library of alexandria. when i reopened the document with this fic, there were mold spores growing on it. (p.s. steve’s love langauge is acts of service, and the reader’s is quality time)

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Prologue

Steve was a multitasker. You knew this well. Perhaps too well.

That never seemed to bother you before, but if the man who was supposed to be taking a serene nature walk with you checked his goddamn flip phone one more time, you were completely sure that you’d lose it.

You paused your story about your obnoxious coworkers for a moment, stopping in the middle of the gravelly trail you two were making your way down.

“Steve, seriously, are you even listening?” you griped, ushering him towards the side of the pavement as a man on a bike flew by.

He guffawed a bit at this, “of course I am. You just said something about…” he paused, and you gestured with your hands for him to continue. “Okay, sorry,” the blush on his face was becoming more and more apparent.

You involuntarily scoffed, rolling your eyes as you did so, “I’m glad to know that whatever you’re waiting for on there,” you gestured to his pocket, “is more important than spending quality time with your girlfriend, who, must I remind you, took time off to be here with you.”

“Nothing is more important to me than you, I’m just on call. I’m probably going to get called to go on a mission any moment now.”

“Steve!” you huffed, “you literally just got back, like, two hours ago. Can’t someone else go? Tony? Vision? Anyone?”

“I might’ve volunteered myself-“

“You’re unbelievable, Steve. Are you getting tired of me or something? You’ve been avoiding me like the plague ever since I moved in with you. If I upset you, or you’re gonna propose to me or something, can you just tell me?”

“I promise you it’s not personal at all,” he reached for your hand and gently held it. “Everything’s just been crazy. I mean, these Hydra bases have been popping up left and right. Just give me a little grace, okay? I don’t get upset with you when SHIELD starts making you work those ungodly hours.”

You opened your mouth to debate him, but surely enough, the canny and familiar ringtone of Steve’s work phone interrupted you before you could even begin.

“Okay… Yeah. I’ll be there in thirty.”

You frowned at Steve as he spoke on the phone and shook your head disapprovingly, “unbelievable,” you muttered, storming in the direction of your home.

——

Steve was no fool, he knew when he messed up, and he was more than willing to take responsibility for such. Now was one of those times. He knew that he should’ve been making more time for you. He was well aware that he shouldn’t have gotten defensive when you pointed this out.

He just had no idea how to apologize.

You weren’t exactly making it easy for him either, taking much longer hours in an attempt to avoid him. While he could understand your frustrations, it became a little more difficult everyday for him to properly apologize to you in a way he felt was meaningful.

Eventually figuring to use your avoidance as a tool, Steve devised a plot to make an apology for you so considerate, so superb, that you could never be angry with him again. A plot that included a several course meal, all concocted by himself.

He could imagine the look on your face as you came home from work, shocked, but the good kind of shock. Pleasantly surprised that your sweet boyfriend had put in such a huge amount of effort to say sorry.

He couldn’t help but imagine the scenario: you would relax into your seat at the table after Steve pulled out the chair for you, hum in content as he poured your favorite wine. Moan happily at the taste of a homemade and rarely prepared salad dressing, before complimenting the melt-in-your-mouth entree he had spent an unknown amount of time laboring over. Finally, you’d gush over the dessert that Steve hadn’t had the chance to cook in years, tell him that he worked far too hard putting everything together, especially for a little argument. Steve would scoff, tell you you’re being too kind, and you would pull him in for a red wine and dark chocolate flavored kiss.

The thought of you, your genuine and warm smile after a long day at work, and an even longer week worth of unspoken tension between you both, was enough to keep Steve motivated through the hours he spent preparing your meal.

He greeted you at the door like an excited puppy as soon as he heard your keys jingle. Sure, work had kept you a bit longer than he’d expected, and your food was likely a little cool by now, but he was excited to make amends.

However, you did not seem to share the same enthusiasm as Steve.

“Welcome home, gorgeous. Come sit,” Steve nudged you into the dining area, and you sluggishly followed, exhausted from a tiring day of training new agents.

“What’s wrong?” he inquired, pulling out a chair that you didn’t even attempt to sit down on.

“I had a really long day. I kinda just wanna get to bed,” you shrugged before rubbing your creased temple.

Steve internally cringed at the thought of all of his hard work going to waste. For some reason, he’d not envisioned this less pleasant outcome before. “Sweetheart,” he began in a nearly whiny tone, but you weren’t in much of a mood to be persuaded.

“I’m sorry. Weird things were happening at work that I don’t care to get into now, and honestly, I’m not even that hungry,” you reached out and gave Steve’s hand a little squeeze. “But it all looks and smells so good! I Promise I’ll warm some up tomorrow for lunch.”

“I-,” he paused, “please. Maybe you could just take a few bites of everything. It took me a really long time to get everything prepped and ready.”

You frowned at the plea, feeling a bit guilty but almost… satisfied at the same time. Steve struggled to make time for you because of his work, and now he was getting a little taste of his own medicine.

“I really am sorry. But hey, now we’re even?” you offered with a playful wink, slipping away before you gave your partner a chance to respond. You truly didn’t have the energy for a four course meal that night, let alone another argument.

——

Wanda was silent for a moment as she sipped from a mug of coffee, watching you with a suspiciously focused look on her face.

“Wanda?” you prompted, seemingly snapping her out of whatever trance she had found herself in.

“Oh my God, I know exactly what you guys need,” she just about blurted, reaching across the café table to grab your hand.

“Were you reading my mind?”

Your friend didn’t respond, but the devious smirk on her face was enough of an answer.

“What happened to telling me before reading me?”

“You just looked like there was a lot on your mind. And absolutely no way that you’d tell me,” she shrugged nonchalantly.

“Of course I was gonna tell you! Why else would I ask my friend in a cute relationship to meet me for coffee?”

“Because you like me?”

“No, never that. I just needed advice,” the two of you shared a laugh for a moment.

“Well don’t waste your breath. When Vis and I had a rough patch, we just had to learn each other’s love languages. You’d be surprised just how much that synthezoid values those acts of services.”

“And you?”

“I’m a words of affirmation girl myself,” she shrugged. “You should find out yours, and try to figure out Steve’s. I guarantee it’ll be helpful in the long run. I can send you guys a test, if you want?”

“Oh god no, please don’t tell him that I told you about us. Actually, I didn’t even tell you! You were digging around in my brain, and I don’t appreciate that. Just do me a favor, and don’t share this with anyone, okay?” You paused dramatically, then leaned in to speak to your friend in a whisper, “but send me that test when you get the chance.”

Gift Giving

“A little reality-warping birdie told me you’ve been having some relationship problems,” Tony said teasingly once Bruce left the conference room, leaving him and Steve alone.

Steve paused for a moment, trying to decide whether he should lie or fess up to the allegation. “How did she know?” Steve finally responded, standing up and pushing the chair he was sitting on behind him.

Tony shrugged dismissively, “I don’t ask these kinds of things. I just hear in passing that the geriatric is having a hard time and tune in.”

Steve shook his head slightly, rolling his eyes to mask his clear embarrassment.

“Well, is it true?”

“We’ve just been having the occasional… rift. A little more than occasionally.”

Tony nodded, fake pondering the situation, “well, I always know what I do for Pep, at least after I tell her I’m getting rid of the suit. Go buy her something nice. Really nice, like jewelry, or a purse if she’s into that kind of thing. I would say a car, but I know that Social Security check isn’t getting you too far. You know what? Put it on the company card. My treat.”

Steve wanted to scoff, turn his nose up at the offer like it was a terrible idea, but it really wasn’t. Maybe a material surprise was the way to win you back. He made a soft ‘hmph,’ noise as he mulled it over. “That’s definitely not your worst idea. Thanks,” he gave his teammate a soft smile before collecting himself and heading out of the conference room.

His first stop after work was some local jeweler. Steve threw on a (not very) inconspicuous outfit before entering the building, where he browsed for a good hour, searching for something that he believed you’d like. After looking at more jewelry than he had ever cared to see in his life, he decided on a necklace with a thin golden chain with a decent sized diamond hanging off of it. It was a little pricier, and you’d be able to tell— but he hoped it would help the gift mean more to you.

——

When you arrived home late that night, Steve was sitting in the living room waiting for you. It was almost daunting, the sight of him sitting alone on the couch mostly in the dark, only the television illuminating his face. He kind of reminded you of a parent waiting to confront their child who just snuck out, or a concerned friend seconds away from staging an intervention with you.

Walking past the room, you peeked your head through the doorway, and observed the flat, small box in front of him on the coffee table.

“Hey, Sweetheart,” he greeted, standing up so he could greet you with a hug and grabbing the little box as he did so.

“Is everything okay?” you probed, speaking into Steve’s shoulder.

“Of course. I just wanted you to know how much I love you, and that I’m sorry for not having as much time for you as I should,” he pulled away before holding the box out for you.

You hesitantly took the box and opened it, letting out a gasp when you viewed the delicate looking gold necklace.

You were having mixed emotions, because it was clearly beautiful and you were grateful to the gesture. But you knew that this must’ve been expensive, and that it was so unlike Steve to have done something like this. Your frugal, Great Depression era guy wasn’t exactly the most material.

“I love it,” you gushed, admiring the jewelry.

“Can I put it on you?” Steve asked, and received a nod in return.

Steve set the box down on the table and lifted up the necklace, bringing it up to your neck and focusing on clasping it in the back.

“Babe, how much was this?” you blurted, not even being able to filter the words before they left your mouth.

“Hmm? That doesn’t matter,” he dismissed, then stepped away from you to admire your clavicle.

“It just feels weird letting you spend so much on me.”

“It’s a gift, though. You’re not supposed to think about those things,” he hummed, pressing a chaste peck to your nose.

“Steve, I got you a Nespresso for Christmas and you wouldn’t stop complaining about how expensive it was. I love it, I really do. It’s beautiful and I’ll always think of you when I wear it. I just think that maybe we should have the same standards for each other,” you stood up from your seat and sidestepped him. “I need a shower.”

Steve watched you walk off, letting your words simmer in his thoughts.

That was the last time he would take relationship advice from Tony.

Words of Affirmation

This conclusion probably shouldn’t have taken you this long, but you were almost completely sure that this would be the love language to win Steve back over. You felt bad for some of the occurrences between the two of you lately, with sour exchanges and sweet moments that turned bitter on a whim.

In all honesty, you were concerned that Steve doubted your love for him. And if his love language really was words of affirmation, this would certainly convince him otherwise.

You sat at your desk the night before Steve departed for a two-week mission, trying to write a nice message for him. You tapped your pen on the stock paper in deep thought as you tried to figure out the best thing to say.

I’m sorry for arguing so much with you lately. You and everything that you do mean the world to me, even when you get on my nerves. I love you more than anything and that will never change.

The words looked cramped and unkempt on the little note. Your handwriting got messier as you went. You groaned at it, crumpled the paper, and tossed it in your trash bin. Time to start over again.

I’m sorry for arguing with you. I love you a lot. Can you stop picking up your phone when we’re spending time together?

You groaned at the passive aggressive tone of your message. That certainly wasn’t going to get you anywhere. Straight to the bin it goes.

I love you so much so don’t die on your mission or I’ll be pretty upset. Be safe out there xx.

The tone was even more off now. You needed to think of something that would really make Steve remember you while he was gone. For a second, you considered snapping a nude with a polaroid and attaching it to the letter.

I’m sorry that things have been so bad nasty for us lately. I promise that I love you, despite our ups and downs. Nothing will ever change that. I’ll miss you more than you know while you’re gone. Make sure you call me every day, my love.

A little cheesy, but you signed off with your name regardless, and contentedly looked at your work. The spacing looked correct, the tone wasn’t harsh, and you knew for a fact that Steve would appreciate it.

You stayed up a little later than normal, waiting for Steve to get home and change out of his ‘work clothes’ so that you could slip the note into his utility belt.

You folded the note to a small little square and set it beside an granola bar in a pocket you’d assumed he frequently used. Content with your work, you laid back in bed until your partner slipped in bed beside you, and sleepily cuddled into you until you were both unconscious.

—

Around two weeks had passed since Steve had seen you last, and he had decided to stop by the office and finish up paperwork before coming to see you. It had been radio silence on his end, despite the note in his clothing that clearly requested daily contact. Part of you wondered if Steve had seen it at all.

Steve had just finished signing the documents when he finally noticed it, reaching into a sparsely used part of his belt to have a quick snack. His hand landed on a folded piece of paper, and he cringed as he unfolded it, the letter becoming clearer and clearer as he did so. He wondered just how long the message had been waiting for him.

He read your sweet words with a frown on his face, the guilt from not opening it sooner overriding the sweet feelings that he would otherwise have. He grabbed his phone and considered texting you, but abandoned that thought altogether.

“FRIDAY, any idea where Y/N is right now?”

“I was told not to share any information about Ms. L/N, Captain Rogers.”

“Whose orders?” Steve pressed.

“Hers,” the bot quipped back.

Steve groaned aloud. He was really in for it tonight.

Physical Touch

“Have you tried touching her more?” Thor casually queried. The water that Steve had just consumed nearly flew out of his nose, and his cheeks reddened instantly.

“Pardon?” he asked, looking away from his friend instantly.

“I understand that you and Y/N have been having troubles lately. Perhaps she does not feel held by you. Maybe she wants you to show her off in public, to hold her hand, hug her,” he suggested.

Could Steve even be blamed for going there? He was having a chat with a god of fertility. Who wouldn’t think the same?

“Stark’s gala tonight. Show the world that she’s yours, and I guarantee that she’ll love every moment of it.”

——

You were confused. Really confused.

The night began with some simple touches, hand holding as you entered the building, a casual arm around your waist as you chatted with donors and politicians you hadn’t seen in months, a playful match of footsie under the table while waiting for food. But it came to a head when Steve had decided to rest his hand on your ass and grope you in the midst of a conversation.

Now, in any other situation, you would welcome this affection. But both you and Steve had never been a fan of PDA, and this was a bit too far.

As subtle as you could manage, you pushed his hand away, offering him a sour look as you did so.

“Excuse us,” you told some rich old man in an artificially sweet tone before ushering Steve off to his office for a bit more privacy.

“What was that about?” you questioned, sitting down in the padded chair behind Steve’s desk, and running your fingers over your necklace in a bit of a nervous tick.

“What do you mean?” he retorted, standing across from you at the desk and setting his hands on top of the clear table.

“Why were you groping me in front of people? That’s really... unlike you. And it made me uncomfortable.”

Steve frowned genuinely, looking down at the table in embarrassment. “I’m really sorry. For making you uncomfortable. It sounds ridiculous but I was just trying something new.”

“Apology accepted, but are you sure? You weren’t like, jealous of those guys or something? You know you’re the only hundred year old I have eyes for,” you set your hands atop of his and squeezed.

Steve chuckled at this, the flush of his cheeks only highlighted more by the laughter, “it’s just that, uh, Thor told me I should try showing you off more. Or something like that.”

“So you groped me in front of our guests? That’s silly. And a little unprofessional,” you glanced over at the cork board on his desk sitting next to his desktop, and amongst the neatly arranged scratched out to-do lists and random reminders, you couldn’t help but notice the creased paper of the note you’d left for his mission. Your chest warmed when your eyes fell upon it.

“When did you find this thing?” you asked, pointing to the note.

“I meant to say something, but when I found it, FRIDAY said you didn’t want to talk to me. SO I was going to bring it up when I got home, but you were still working. After that, I kinda… you know-”

“Forgot?” you finished with a hearty laugh, “It’s fine. You’re such a dork. C’mere so I can get my own groping in,” you chided, grinning to yourself when Steve wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace.

Acts of Service

Steve was quietly folding your laundry in your bedroom when it finally occurred to you, but when it did, it hit like a ton of bricks.

Steve’s love language was acts of service!

Things suddenly began to make sense to you, the way that he initially attempted to apologize by spending hours cooking one meal, how he consistently worked to make your life as comfortable as possible, and his great insistence to do house chores, despite you being more than capable.

Steve set down a stack of folded sweatshirts by your calf, snapping you away from your brief retrospective daze. If that really was the case, and Steve’s love language truly was acts of kindness, you had to come up with some sort of plan to communicate to him just how much you cared about him in a way that he really appreciated.

Luckily for you, you were a quick thinker. Before you even knew it, a week filled with random acts of kindness before he was off on yet another mission was quickly hatched.

——

You were up at the ass-crack of dawn. Really. Steve liked to get up earlier than the sun in order to run, or train, or whatever the hell it was that superheroes did. You were seriously regretting your decision to wake up around the same time as him in order to do some favors for him in the morning.

By the time Steve was back from his run, his favorite coffee was brewed and cooling, and you were in the laundry room at the dryer, preparing to give Steve a warm towel after his shower.

Despite the three mugs of coffee you’d just downed, it was becoming more and more difficult to keep your eyes open. It didn’t help that your eyelids felt like they weighed fifty pounds each, and the warmth of the dryer next to you was providing you with just enough comfort to drift off.

And drift you did. In fact, half an hour later, you’d missed the frantic calling out for you from your boyfriend as he searched for you around the apartment.

You finally awoke when he shook your shoulders, his amused voice bringing you back to consciousness.

“What’s going on here?” Steve grinned, pushing some hair out of your face.

“Mmm,” you began, “Iwantedtogetawarmtowel,” you slurred sleepily and incoherently.

“Even with super hearing I couldn’t decipher that. Let’s get you a mattress, okay?” Steve hoisted you up like you were nothing, and carried your half asleep body all the way up to your bedroom.

The next thing you knew, you were buried under your favorite comforter and propped against a mountain of feathery pillows. A gentle forehead kiss and an incomprehensible sentence about calling off of work for you later, you were back in a deep sleep.

So much for warm towels.

—

You were going to do better this time. That’s what you told yourself as you strolled through the grocery store, the same store that you hadn’t shopped in since moving in with Steve, as he preferred to do the shopping himself.

Equipped with a short paper list and sheer determination to make the trip as short and accurate as possible, you gathered all of the groceries that you believed were necessary— just enough to restock the fridge, and fill some gaps left in the cupboard.

Your time at the store was indeed brief, as you found yourself in the checkout lane after just twenty minutes (you definitely weren’t going to brag about that to Steve later. Definitely not), and back home with just enough time to unload the groceries, and further prep yourself to go to work.

You’d honestly forgotten about your trip to the store by the time that you arrived home, up until you found your boyfriend arm deep in your pantry, hellbent on finding… something.

“Can I help you?” you poked with a laugh, coming up beside Steve and peeking over his shoulder.

“I’m just… Did you happen to grab any protein bars while you were at the store?” he asked, pausing his search to look back at you.

“I don’t think so. Why? It’s not like you need any more protein,” you teased, squeezing a bicep to demonstrate your words.

“They’re pretty convenient when I’m out in the field. Don’t worry about it, though. I’ll just swing by the store and grab some before my mission tomorrow. Actually, I should probably go now. Y’know, before I forget,” Steve was already grabbing his car keys from the counter by the time his sentence was finished, leaving you to fight off your disappointment at your minor grocery store failure.

You looked at what you now knew was an insufficiently filled pantry and pinched the bridge of your nose. You had seriously underestimated the ins and outs of shopping for a super soldier.

Well, third time’s the charm?

—

After this week, you would never complain about waking up early again. You were now up at an absolutely ungodly hour, scrambling eggs, flipping pancakes, and spreading jam on toast for a sleeping, unsuspecting Steve.

You placed the plate on a sturdy wooden tray, poured orange juice and an extra glass of water, and set a nicely folded napkin, along with utensils, next to the items.

You hoped that the scent of bacon wafting up to your bedroom would eventually pull him out of his slumber, and seeing how bacon was the only thing left to finish cooking, you took a little break.

A round of Candy Crush turned into two, then three, and goddamnit, why can’t you beat this fourth level! You got so wrapped up in your mobile game that you didn’t even notice when the scent from your kitchen became slightly rancid, and when you rushed over to the oven to check on your now extremely burnt bacon, the smoke detector wailed.

You grabbed a kitchen towel and waved your arms like a madwoman near the smoke detector, the shrieking eventually stopping, but not before Steve was halfway down the stairs.

“Y/N, where are you? Is everything okay?” he nearly shouted, racing down the stairs and barreling through the smoky kitchen to find you. When he reached you, he wrapped his arms around your waist and began to pull you out of the kitchen.

“Steve, relax. Everything is okay. Except those pieces of bacon,” you rubbed your now sweaty palms on your pajama pants before breaking away from him to crack open the kitchen window.

“Christ, what happened? And why are you up so early?”

“I was trying to make you breakfast in bed,” you admitted, rather embarrassed by the dramatic scene you’d accidentally created. “Sorry,” you muttered.

Steve wrapped his arms around you once more, this time in a reassuring bear hug that left your cheeks pressed to his chest. “Don’t be. I really appreciate this, and everything else you’ve done this week. It’s the thought that counts, right?”

“I guess,” you mumbled into his shirt.

“Besides, everything else looks delicious. And you tried your best for me while trying something new. I think that’s really sweet of you.”

“Really?” you pried, looking up at him.

“Really,” Steve confirmed.

“Well, I think it would be really sweet of you if you went back to bed and got all cozy so I can take care of you.”

Steve chuckled softly, pressed a little kiss to your nose, then nodded, “yes ma’am.”

Quality Time

Steve had been in a bubbly mood since getting back from his mission, and for no particular reason. It wasn’t like you weren’t happy that your partner was happy, but feeling like you were out of the loop was slightly concerning.

Before you could let your thoughts run too wild, you decided to pop the question during one of your evening walks.

“Okay Steve, what is going on with you?” you asked, veering to the side of the trail when a biker rode past you.

“Nothing big. Nothing too important. I’m just out of service for the next three months,” Steve said casually, playing it cool.

“What?!” you paused, your brows raising and eyes widening in surprise as you searched his face for sincerity. “You’re serious?”

“Serious as a heart attack.”

“Steve!” you gasped happily, nearly roaring out his name in excitement. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“I was going to tell you before wining and dining you, but you beat me to it. So…?”

“…So I’m happy to have you back. I may need you to negotiate some time away from work for me in the next few months, then. I don’t wanna miss this preview of stay-at-home-dad-Steve.”

“Hey, don’t push it.”

“Oh, I’m planning on pushing it.”

Epilogue

The sun was beating down on you, but the soothing breeze that flowed past your checked blanket every so often provided a pleasant antidote to the summer heat.

You’d truly picked the best day for a picnic.

Despite spending a good amount of time with your partner, the last month and a half had truly felt like a whirlwind. You casually started looking for a forever home, found yourselves making plans for an early retirement, and you had a new, sneaking suspicion that a proposal was on the horizon.

In the midst of it all, Steve had suggested that the two of you take a midday tryst at your local park and throw yourselves a little picnic. Of course you obliged, because when your greek god of a boyfriend suggests going on a spur of the moment date, you agree.

You now watched the nearly cloudless sky with pure, unadulterated feelings of content and joy while Steve set a slice of cheese on a cracker, leaning over your body to feed you. As you opened your mouth, Steve paused abruptly at the soft vibration coming from his pocket.

Steve resumed as if nothing had changed, popping the cracker into your open mouth and letting his phone continue to ring.

“Don’t you wanna get that?” you questioned.

“It can wait,” Steve stated nonchalantly, slipping his phone out of his pocket and pressing decline with absolutely no hesitation before tossing the device to the edge of your blanket.

You didn’t realize how long you’d been waiting to hear those three words.

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a/n: this could’ve been solved in like 20 minutes by sitting down and taking a love language quiz together

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iwadori · 3 years

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hello! I love your works so much! Can I request an angst to comfort scenario for #21 on your prompt list?

“It’s my fault for trusting you”

Feel free to use whichever character(s) you like!!

When the haikyu boys neglect you for another girl PT 3

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Genre: angst,fluff

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Akaashi

You and Akaashi were beautiful people

Probably the most attractive pair of young adults that anyone can find

You were both top tier models in the industry

You always had a little rivalry between you but you always promised each other to never let it affect your ‘relationship’

“Beautiful darling, your beautiful” praised your photographer as you finished your shoot giving you air kisses on your cheeks. You thanked him and the rest of the staff and entered your dressing room sighing.

“Rough day?” Asked a voice, startling you a bit. You looked up to see your boyfriend, Akaashi Keiji sitting in the corner of your dressing room on a love seat.

“Gosh Keiji you scared me” clutching your chest dramatically “But yes, the day has been tiring Fabio has really been overworking me lately” you complained. Akaashi walks towards you and gave you a peck on the cheek “Aww poor baby” he cooed mockingly, “but don’t worry ‘bout it Y/N your sucess will be all be worth it eventually” he says making you smile.

“and besides, you’ve got a shoot with me soon anyways” he winks, making you chuckle. You finished removing your make-up as Akaashi tells you about his shoot today and Bokuto’s (your fellow model friend) antics.

You and Akaashi first laid eyes on eachother when you were both up and coming models, you both are under the same company. At first, both of your agents decided to make you spend time with each other to push the narrative of you being a couple anyways. However, since you and Akaashi had great natural chemistry it made your relationship great and made for a great photo too.

As much as the public loved your relationship and the saucy photos you tend to make together, they also thrived of the slight rivalry you guys had together or the times when you guys bother shot with other people (since it was easy for a fan to make a new ship off of two people literally standing next to each other.)

You spent the next day having what you and Akaashi called a ‘rest day,’ you both specifically clear your schedules for every 2nd and 4th saturday of each month to not do any work-related for the day and just bask in each other’s companies (as you were both busy and barely got enough time to see one another.)

You watched multiple movies, made your own homemade cookies and dinner, had pillow fights, built forts. You both were having so much fun, until you both got a call...Just then, the vibe changed you went from your free-spirited fun selfs back into work mode.

Your agent told you that two brands *Insert big fashion designer brand here* and *Insert another big fashion designer brand here* were having some form of standoff. To be honest, you didn’t really care about the context of the shoot(s) in this case, as your agents call ruined your day. They wanted you and Tsukishima Kei, to do some competing shoots and promotional videos for their brand against the other designer.

After getting all your information from your agent, you go back into the living and see Akaashi sitting down thinking deeply about something. “What was your call about?” you inquire sitting down next to him.

“Oh just some silly designer brand competition thing.” he mindlessly replies, still thinking deeply.

“Yeah same. So what’s got you thinking all deeply then?” you ask

“My fellow model is going to be Kiyoko Shimuzu” he sighed, making you blink repeatedly before immediately saying “You can’t do the shoot”

Kiyoko Shimuzu was japans beauty. Everybody loved her, she’s been a model since she was a child everyone wanting a grasp on her looks. The guys wanted her, the girls wanted to be here. Kiyoko Shimuzu was a force to be reckon with.

The real problem at hand wasn’t her stunning looks, popularity and fame. It was her connection with Akaashi. Before Akaashi went big and met you, he was Kiyoko’s boyfriend (well ex-boyfriend now) and they broke up because of long-distance or something like that.

However, to you, Kiyoko’s feelings for your boyfriend have never went away. Whenever you guys bumped into each other at red carpet events or runway shows, she always seemed to linger a bit too long around your boyfriend, which definitely wasn’t to your liking.

Akaashi lifted up his head from inside his palms and looked at you as if you had grown another head. “What do you mean, ‘I can’t do the shoot’” he asked in disbelief

“I mean, you can’t do the shoot” you reiterated not understanding why he didn’t understand.

Akaashi sighs before putting his face back in his hands to think, “Well I know you got to the shoot aswell Y/N who’s yours with.”

“Tsukki” You said nonchalantly say as if it was nothing, making Akaashi look at you again as if you were fully crazy before he had a chance to speak you cut him off saying “Don’t even start Akaashi.”

You and Tsukishima Kei, have best friends since you were kids. You weren’t romantic in any way shape or form, well at least you weren’t. Akaashi always claimed that that Tsukishima was in love with you, that you and Tsukishima were the perfect example of every ‘childhood friends-lovers trope’ ever, which to you wasn’t true. Everything between you and Tsukishima was and still is completely platonic which you can’t say the same for Akaashi and Kiyoko.

“You’re not doing the shoot” he says firmly as if he was your father.

“Oh so you can do your shoot with your literally EX GIRLFRIEND, but I can’t do mine with my best friend... yeah make sense” you say standing up, astounded.

“Y/N chill, If you’re so adamant about me not doing it with Shi- Kiyoko, then I wont” he says pulling your arm down making you land on him “and you better not do it with ‘Tsukki’” he mocked.

“Okay so none of us are doing the shoots?” you ask looking up at him

“Yup” he says

“Pinky promise,” you joked sticking out your pinky in his face.

“Pinky promise” he agreed hooking his finger around yours.

For the next month it seemed you were booked busy, you barely got to see your boyfriend as his agent had him running around all of Japan and even had him booked in some places in Europe for this month. Of course, you missed him, but you understand how busy it can be doing your line of work. You’ve been quite busy too, doing the usual shoots and runways.

Although he was busy, Akaashi basically went radio silent on you. You still expected him to reply to some of your messages or at least call once or twice when he had the chance, since he must have 10 minutes of break time and that's the bare minimum.

It’s been two weeks since you last saw Akaashi (and that was on your saturday rest day) and you were expecting him to come over today so you could have another. Since of course, Saturday ‘rest days’ were basically a tradition for you and Akaashi before you even started dating.

You had no text from Akaashi explaining his lateness/absense, so you just figured he wasn’t coming putting a damper on your day. You spent the day lounging around and shoving your face with your favourite snacks and food.

You get a text from Tsukishima which read:

Tsukishima: 1 Image Attached

Tsukishima: Looks whose boyfriend stumbled on set...

You didn’t respond as you were shocked at the sight you saw, the image was a picture of Akaashi and Kiyoko on set doing shots for the *insert the other rich designer brand* the shoot that you both agreed you wouldn’t do, which was also a LINGERE brand.

You felt betrayed, you both agreed to not do the shoot and it’s not like you did do yours. You made sure to turn it down the day you made your agreement. And he skipped on your traditional saturday ‘rest day’ without even giving you any word of him not planning on arriving.

You didn’t know what to do, do you confront him about it? Or do you wait for him to approach you? Since he would plan on telling you about this right? You eventually messaged Tsukishima a ‘thanks’ and you decided how you were going to handle the situation. Pop up on Akaashi and Kiyoko at the photoshoot.

You knew where it was at, since you had the address already from when your agent first offered you the idea. You drove to the place in a breakneck speed, strutting in there like a woman on a mission (which you technically were.) You decided to wait in Akaashi’s dressing room, not wanting to cause a scene at the shoot which would be bad for yours, Akaashi’s and Kiyoko’s image and would be a waste of the time of the staff and photographer there.

Akaashi finally finished the shoot and entered his room with a sigh not realising that you were sitting in the corner of his room. “Did you have a rough time?” you ask mockingly making him jump and his eyes widen as you were the last person he expected to be there. “Why so shocked, you weren’t expecting me?” you still keep the same mocking tone in your speech.

“Y/N I-” He started

“Y/N what?” You interrupted “Y/N I’m sorry for basically ghosting you for a month? I'm sorry for doing a shoot with someone who I know is still in love with me? I’m sorry for lying to you? I’m sorry for skipping out on our rest day with no explanation on where I am?” you stare at him as he stares back speechless.

“Oh, am I missing something?” you continue “Oh yes ‘Y/n I’m sorry for doing the shoot that we both agreed that we weren’t doing’” you sit down and wait for him to reply.

Akaashi puts his head down in shame, not really knowing what to say. Because of his silence, you roll your eyes and get up fed up with his lack of explanation. Before you fully leave Akaashi blocks your way with slight tears in his eyes “I had no other choice Y/N, I had to do all those shoots and travel other places with Kiyoko because sh-”

“Wait, that’s where you were?” you shout “Gallivanting around the country with HER!” you extend your arm pointing outside the door before you turn trying to leave again.

“N-No No Y/N you’ve got to listen to me” he said putting your hands on my shoulder “She has something, on me and I-I couldn’t I can’t get out of it. It’s deeper than just a simple shoot.” You were confused but you were so upset you just didn’t want to hear it so instead of listening to your boyfriend you decided to say “you’re so full of shit Akaashi” making him gasp at your coldness and the use of his last name. “ but hey I guess thats my fault for trusting you”

You finally left the room and went to go get a breather for a second with tears sparking in your eyes. You leaned against the wall and whispered “fuck” frustrated with the whole situation. Making you jump, Tsukishima said “you should go talk to him you know.”

“What do you know Tsukki” he cringed at the nickname

“I know more than you Y/N, just go talk to him.” he said making you squint your eyes at him wondering what information he held.

When you walked back to Akaashi’s dressing room practicing an apology in your head. But you paused your arrival hearing Akaashi talking to the one and only, Kiyoko Shimuzu in his room.

“Let’s face it Akaashi, now that I’ve got this sex tape of us, I basically own you.” she said to him making your eyes widen.

You decided the smartest thing to do was to pull out your phone and record as much as the conversation as you possibly could. Because you could already tell Akaashi was in a bind.

“The next thing I want you to do is...” she continued acting as if she was thinking “break it with Y/N!”

“No certainly not Kiyoko, you’re going too far.” he said making you smile internally that he still defended your relationship. “Me and Y/N are definitely NOT breaking up.”

“Akaashi are you forgetting that I have something over you.” she pulls out her phone and she plays a video, which you can only assume is the sex tape. You can hear a bunch of moans and groans which made your stomache ache.

Tired of hearing this, you burst into the room and say “What the fuck are you doing Kiyoko”

“Oh Y/N how lovely for you to join us...” she said with a smile, “I was just discussing with your ‘boyfriend’ plans for our next shoots.”

“I always knew you were a bitch.” you say shocking your head at her.

“What do you mean Y/N?” she says with a fake smile, not knowing that you were listening in on your conversation “Actually Akaashi was telling me something he had to tell you... isn’t that right Akaashi.” you both looked over at him and he was scared and speechless.

“Oh you mean how you’ve been blackmailing him for the past two weeks...” you accuse

“You have no proof of that.” She taunted

“Oh do I..” you rebuttal then pressing play on the recording you just took watching as both Kiyoko and Akaashi look shocked. Kiyoko scurries out the room knowing she’s been caught leaving you with a triumphant smile.

You sit down, gesturing Akaashi to sit next to you. “Akaashi, I’m so sorry for not listening to you earlier I felt so betrayed thinking that you went agaisnt out agreement, but I guess I was just being a self-obsessed bitch” you say with you now looking down in shame.

“Y/N” he says with you still not meeting his eye “Y/N look at me” he lifted your chin up so you met his eye “It’s fine, It’s completely fine you didn’t know of course you didn’t know, how would you know of sex tape I unknowingly did back when I was 16!” he exclaims “Its fine, we’re good” he pulls you into a hug and kisses you on the forehead.

After you both calm down, Akaashi explains how Kiyoko started to blackmail him and how the agency loved the idea of them two being together (not the blackmailing) as it created a jealousy storyline between you and her and how every time they met she kept proposing ridiculous demands.

“Also, how did you know I ended doing the shoot?” he asks

“Oh a little bird told me” you tease

“You mean a 6ft2 bird with blonde hair and a shit personality.” he retorts making you laugh

“Heyy don’t be so mean, if it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t of came to save the day.”

“True, I’d give him that.”

Eventually, you and Akaashi go to your agency and present all your evidence and claims that Kiyoko was blackmailing Akaashi. Although they were upset, that Akaashi did partake in a sex tape they knew that they’d be an even bigger scandal if you presented your news that Japans sweetheart Kiyoko Shimuzu was blackmailing Akaashi Keiji. So the agency thought it was in everyones best interest if they got Kiyoko to sign an NDA saying that she will never bring forth or share the Sex Tape to anyone and she’ll agree to be dropped from the agency.

Your life was great now, with Kiyoko off your back and Akaashi being back to his usual self you couldn’t wish for anything more. You ended up doing the shoot persuading the design brand person (whatever the name for it is) to agree to let you do the shoot together instead of with other people. Both brands let you, because who wouldn’t want Akaashi Keiji and L/N Y/N to do a shoot together?

AUTHORS NOTE: this is the longest work ive written for a single character and i am TIRED lol..I’m so glad you’ve enjoyed my other works so I hope you enjoy this one.. to be honest I think with my works I start off strong and end shitly :// However I wanted to do something different today by making them models instead of students so I hope you like it. Now im off to read some fanfic so you guys have a good day!! <3

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hyunsuks-beanie · 3 years

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I Love You Too, Love

Bang Chan x reader; just some good ol' tooth-rotting fluff

A/N: My first attempt at writing a real scenario lmao. Do lmk how it was❤Also, it's funny how I'm an anti-romantic to the core, but it all goes out the window when it's Chan

Coming back home at night after a long day at uni/work, you wanted nothing more than to cuddle and watch a nice movie with Chan. Your best friend had been on tour with his group, Stray Kids, for the past three months, and the daily messages and FaceTime calls were not nearly enough to stop you from missing him like crazy. The teeny tiny (or so you insisted) crush that you had on him, didn't help either. You missed his voice, his tight hugs, the way he would always listen to rant about your day, the way he would always know what to say, the way his smile would light up your day, everything. While he did try to fill the gap by still listening to your rants on a daily basis on FaceTime, it just wasn't the same without him being there in person.

Sighing, you unlock your door, expecting to be met with pitch darkness. Instead, what you saw made you drop your bag to the floor, as tears welled up in your eyes. There, standing in the middle of your living room, was Chan, your best friend, who was supposed to be away for yet another month. Not able to believe your eyes, you pinch yourself, only to realize that he is indeed there, in the flesh, smiling at you as if you mean the world to him (unbeknownst to you, you most certainly do).

"Missed me?," he asks, and you suddenly find yourself running towards him at full speed, crashing into his chest and wrapping your arms around him in the tightest hug ever. This causes Chan to slightly lose his balance, and makes him laugh heartily before placing a gentle kiss atop your head. "I missed you too, love. So so so much."

After staying like that for a solid two minutes, you finally break free, glaring up at him playfully. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming home?," You ask, trying your best to suppress your smile and appear angry. This causes him to chuckle before cheekily saying, "If I had told you, I wouldn't have been able to seen your true happiness at seeing me. If you already knew, you would probably have acted as if you're disgusted that I'm back, and we didn't want that now, did we?"

You shove his chest slightly, before finally turning your head towards the dining table, only to be met with the sight and aroma of all your favourite dishes, that Chan had apparently spent all evening trying to make. "You must be hungry. Freshen up and let's dig in, I'm starving," He says, pushing you lightly towards the bathroom. While getting changed, you finally register the fact that your heart is hammering in your chest, reminding you that the man standing in your living room means so much more to you than just your best friend.

Being away from Chan for months has made you realize that what you feel for him is much more than just a crush. You may very well be in love with him, but you're too scared to admit it because neither do you want to face rejection, nor can you bring yourself to put his career at risk. With these thoughts in mind, you finally exit the bathroom, sighing deeply to yourself.

You don't, however, notice that Chan too, is in a dilemma of his own. Before going on tour, he too, knew that he liked you. But being away from you made him realize that you are his home, and that he would much rather be with you than with anyone else. He has been planning to confess today, and has been trying to gauge your feelings ever since you came back home. Your sigh doesn't escape him, and, full of concern, he asks, "What's wrong, love? Got something on your mind? You know you can always tell me." Truth be told, he's worried and scared that you already know about his feelings, and don't reciprocate them. He fails to see your knees going week and a blush creeping up your cheeks at the nickname, and instead, all he notices is you giving him a small smile and saying, "Not at all Channie, I'm completely fine. Now let's eat up before the food goes cold."

Once you guys get a couple bites in, the awkward atmosphere starts easing once again. Chan tells you all about the tour and all the places he saw. "London was the best, but I wish you were there. You would have enjoyed the London Eye." "Well then, you'll have to take me there one day." You tell him about how life has been back in Seoul, ranting about your annoying professor/boss, and he tells you about all the small trinkets that he saw at souvenir shops that reminded him of you. "That charm bracelet was so you, I just had to buy it." "You didn't have to Chan. I don't need any gifts, having you back home is enough."

After dessert, you ask him if he'd stay the night, and he says that since he has the week off, the boys don't expect him to back at dorms until the following morning. "So.....you're staying?," You ask with a small smile tugging at your lips. He smiles back at you lovingly, and ruffles your hair before saying, "Yes love, I'm staying. Now let's watch a movie."

After picking the movie, you come back to sit on the couch next to Chan, throwing your legs across his lap. Now it's his turn to blush, but unlike him, you're not oblivious to his reddening cheeks. "Awww, is Channie blushing? Why? This isn't the first time I've thrown my legs over your lap," You chuckle, causing him to hide his face in his hands. "Yeah but, I've really missed this being away from you all this while," He smiles warmly.

The first half of the movie goes by with the both of you making random comments about it. At one particular scene where the characters are having nachos, Chan suddenly exclaims, "Salsa reminds me, the boys and I learnt a little Salsa during our time in Italy, and I really wanted to teach you some of the moves." "Me?," You ask, bewildered, causing Chan to become shy and start stuttering. "I-I m-mean if you w-want to. It's o-okay if y-you don't."

You're having a hard time trying not to melt into a puddle at his cuteness, as you force your mouth to open, and say, "No Chan, I'd love to." "Really?," He returns to his giggly self, as he gets up off the couch and extends his hand out for your to take. You smile and take his hand, and he brings you to the center of the room. "Just one sec," He says, pausing to pick the music on his phone. Once he's done, he places his phone on the table, and starts guiding you through the dance, one step at a time, with the movie being nothing more than a long-forgotten background noise. "Left foot forward, right foot backward. That's right, now dip, and come back. Now place your leg on my waist....," You both freeze at this, realizing what he just said. It's only then that you notice just how close you are to him, and the familiar feeling of your heart racing comes back. You both stare at each other, hypnotized, before your eyes flick to his lips and back up to his eyes. When he does the same, you timidly ask, "Can I kiss you?"

That's all it takes to break Chan out of his trance, as he crashes his lips onto yours, kissing you as if his life depends on it. You don't even notice that he is backing you up, until you feel your back hit the wall. His lips taste sweet and a little spicy, which you attribute to the food you had earlier. The kiss is soft but full of emotions, and even though it does seem a bit cliche, you can feel fireworks fly. The butterflies in your stomach every time you see Chan seem to have been replaced by a whole zoo, and you can't help but smile into the kiss. This causes Chan to break into a smile as well, before he gently lets go.

"I really want to keep kissing you because God have I been waiting to do that for years, but I feel like I need to get this off my chest first," He says, shy once again. "I like you, a hell lot. Actually no, screw that, I think I'm already in love with you. I've known this for a long time, but I was just scared to admit it. Being away from you during the tour made me realize that I want to be more than just 'best friends' with you. I want to call you 'mine,' and I want to be yours." "Oh Channie, you don't know how much I have wanted to hear you say that you love me too, this distance has been a wake-up call for me too, but I was just so scared of jeopardizing either our friendship, or your career. And I can't have either of those two." "Don't worry about my career, we'll find a way out love. Just say the word, say that you love me." To this, you gawk at him, before saying, "I gave you a speech on that just now, didn't I? Of course I love you." "Yeah but you didn't explicitly say that you love me, idiot. But now that you've said the right words, I legit feel like the happiest man on earth." You shove him slightly before wrapping your arms around his torso. "So, now that we've got our feelings sorted, what does that mean for us?" "Well, for starters, I think it means that my nickname for you just took on a literal meaning," Chan smirks. You pout at this, but then say, "I love you Channie." He places his chin in your head, and says, "I love you too, love."

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theoreticslut · 3 years

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Summer Lovin’

pairing: fred weasley x reader

requested: no

word count: 3.5k

warnings: smut

A/N: Hi. I hope this is good because i had the idea and just had to write it. Like i’ve mentioned before, I’ve written smut and steamy scenes before, but nothing that I’ve ever really posted and I truly have no idea what i’m doing so I just feel like it’s really bad. Like I’ve debated with myself for a week if wanted to post this or not and finally decided to just go for it and see what happens with it. So, yeah, I hope you like it. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated (even if you want to send me your comments through an anon ask). Just let me know what’s good or what could be better, yeah? & also, just want to through it out there again that I am taking requests (check out my holiday prompt list) as well as doing a sleepover event for the next week or so in celebration of 300 followers <3 Take advantage of it! Xx

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It had been a rough summer to say the least...at least in Fred’s opinion. He absolutely loved having you stay at the burrow, having been best friends with you since first year, but it truly was quite torturous at times.

He had long ago realized he had feelings for you, but pushed them away in fear of risking your friendship. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing you as a friend, but godrick was it hard to keep pretending he wasn’t totally attracted and in love with you.

Watching you go around all summer in your tight, high-waisted shorts with your shirts tied into a knot to show your stomach was difficult to say the least. Even worse than that, seeing you in a bikini the handful of times you all went swimming.

You were beyond attractive and it was driving him mad seeing you in such minimal clothing.

The absolute worst outfit of yours to drive him insane, however, was your pajamas. Having known you were staying the entire summer at the burrow, you had many variations of pajamas, but they were all much too attractive to Fred.

He loved when you wore your short pajama shorts, usually landing just past your ass, along with a thin, baggy tee. He would never admit it to anyone, as he was much too embarrassed by it, but he couldn’t help but look at your chest when you wore a shirt like that for bed.

He knew you weren’t doing it for him by any means, but you never wore a bra to bed and you’d often cross your arms over your stomach when you’d encounter him. The action pushing your breasts up and into the thin fabric where he couldn’t help but imagine what your chest looked liked underneath. He nearly came in his pants the first few times he caught a glimpse of your hardened nipples through the shirt when it had been a bit of a cooler night.

Currently, he has locked himself in the bathroom away from his family as he has a major erection that won’t go away. He knows it’s not you’re fault, but you are certainly the reason behind this.

Having been one of the hotter days this summer, you had all decided you would spend the day swimming, which was fine, except for the fact that you wore a new bikini you must have gotten one of the days you had gone shopping with his sister and hermione.

It was absolutely stunning on you, but it created quite an issue for him. It was so tiny; covering your front, but essentially becoming a thong in the back. Not to mention it was extremely high cut, which elongated your already beautiful legs and accentuated the curves you had grown into magnificently. And then the top was literally just a strip of fabric, a bandeau he had heard you call it, but it just barely covered your breasts and it drove him wild.

The colour of it was phenomenal too, a dusty blue shade that complimented your skin tone perfectly. On top of all of that, you had your hair tied back into messy pigtails which somehow worked perfectly together even though it contradicted your outfit. Seeing you with pigtails was adorable and made you look so sweet and innocent, yet seeing you in that swimsuit brought on ideas that weren’t innocent in the slightest.

Then you had a spattering of freckles on your cheeks and shoulders that had reappeared after being in the sun this summer, which Fred just found intoxicatingly beautiful.

He had tried so hard to keep his thoughts clean, but then you had to go and ask him to help you apply sunblock to your back. He was doing so good, but then smearing the thick white cream across your back had him imagining all sorts of different scenarios.

It had only continued into nightfall as well. You all decided you wanted to do s’mores and hang out around a bonfire tonight after spending the late afternoon and early evening playing quidditch and then having a bbq dinner.

You had changed out of your swimsuit into a pair of jean shorts and an oversized hoodie, which in reality wasn’t the problem. Truthfully, it was the way Fred’s mind decided to work when looking at you.

He couldn’t help but wonder if you wearing a bra under the hoodie, knowing from you and his sister mentioning it that you girls didn’t like wearing a bra more than you had to.

And then his mind would start to wonder what your skin felt like having had sunblock put on you and swimming. He wondered if your skin would feel soft and maybe a bit warmer than it should as it looked to him that you had gotten a very slight sunburn.

And in general he just couldn’t help but get turned on by how attractive you were sitting there in an oversized hoodie - that could be his if he’d own up to his feelings. He couldn’t help but notice how adorable you were with your cheeks spattered with freckles and tinted pink from the sun, not to mention how happy you looked as you smiled and laughed along with your friends and his siblings.

He had finally excused himself after you locked eyes with him after one of his brothers told a funny story, biting your lip to keep from smiling so much. That was the last bit for him. It drove him crazy imagining what you’d look like biting your lip as you tried to contain your moans as he pounded into you. He had been holding on all summer and he just couldn’t push his thoughts away tonight.

So here he sat locked in the bathroom, trying to get his erection to go away but realizing he needed to relieve himself if he had any hope of getting rid of it.

He was honestly embarrassed, not wanting to jack off in the bathroom over his best friend while you were literally downstairs in his backyard.

He groaned as his cock twitched at the thought of you down there. He wanted you so bad that it was physically hurting him at the moment.

He sighs, slowly palming himself over his trousers just to relieve some of the discomfort. He really really didn’t want to fully masturbate right here right now. It was just too awkward.

He groaned as he touched himself, picturing your beautiful face smiling at him, his hips jerking forward when he recounted how gorgeous you were biting your lip.

Before he realized it he had his hand in his trousers, rubbing himself as he recounted all the times he had found you breathtaking this summer.

He groaned as he pictures you in your pajamas, your nipples visible through the thin material of your shirt. He groaned as he imagined you in your high waisted shorts that seemed to just barely cover your ass and accented your thighs that he would love to grab ahold of. He groaned, his eyes shutting tight as he pictured you in your bikinis, you ass essentially on show and your breasts not far behind.

“Oh fuck, y/n” he moaned, trying so desperately to be quiet.

~.~

You frowned when you realized Fred hadn’t come back yet. He never mentioned where he was going, but you were sure he wouldn’t have gone to bed already. Not at least without telling you guys so.

You figure you’ll go looking for him, especially since you wanted to grab another glass of water anyway.

You frown when you don’t see him in the living room or kitchen. Lost in your thoughts you decide to make your way upstairs just to see if he had maybe laid down for a bit.

Not finding him in his room you sigh. Where could the boy possibly be? It’s not like he could just vanish.

You stop when you hear, what you think is, groaning. Was Fred groaning? What for and where?

Slowly you follow the sounds to the bathroom and you let out a breath. At least you know where he is. You go to walk away just as he lets out a particularly loud groan, and it didn’t sound pleasant.

You knock gently on the door, frowning. You hoped he was okay.

Not hearing an answer you knock again, this time a little louder as you call out to him.

“Hey, Freddie. Are you alright?”

~.~

Fred stops, cheeks and ears burning in embarrassment. How bloody unlucky is he to have the girl he’s been masturbating to knock on the door as he’s still jerking himself off?

“Freddie?” He hears you ask again.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine, y/n. Everything’s good.” He sweats, trying so hard to not let his voice betray him.

He’s still so hard and turned on, all he really wants to do is bend you over the sink here and fuck you senseless. He wants you a moaning mess underneath him, begging for him to let you cum.

“Are you sure? You don’t sound good.”

“Y-yeah. I’m sure.”

He’s trying so hard to not let a groan out at hearing your voice and imagining what he could be doing to you right now. Unfortunately he lets one slip out which is more than enough for you to keep pressing.

“Fred weasley, if you don’t convince me that your good in the next few minutes I am coming in there to check on you. You sound sick.”

“I-I’m fine, y/n. Promise. Just p-please don’t come in here.” He nearly cries, thoroughly embarrassed by the situation, but wanting to continue so badly. He’s been so worked up this summer and it’s finally caught up with him.

You frown hearing how troubled he sounds. You can’t just leave him alone - what if he’s sick? Maybe he ate something bad or got too much sun today? You needed to see for yourself that he was okay.

You tell yourself that’s why you mumble alohomora and gently push open the door, making you way inside.

“Y/n! What are you doing?! P-please go.” Fred urges, trying to cover himself before you turn around to face him.

“Not until I know your alright. What’s wro-oh...” you trail off, taking in the sight in front of you.

If your not mistaken, you just walked in on your best friend masturbating. He was beyond flushed, mostly due to embarrassment at being caught, though. Not to mention how messy he looked; his hair messed up from him throwing his head back, his shirt all scrunched up on his chest, and his pants pulled down around his thighs.

You blush as you take in the sight, yet your not able to look away, probably because you’re so shocked and embarrassed yourself.

“I am so so sorry, Freddie. Uh, let me just leave you alone.” You tumble out, quickly turning back towards the door.

“Y/n, wait.” He calls, furiously flushing at the thought that passes through his head. “C-could you please help me?” He stutters out.

“H-help you? How?” You gulp, turning to face him with your face flushed.

“I, uh, I can’t get myself t-to finish. I need more.”

You gape at him, he’s asking you to get him off. Your best friend of six years, who you may have a tiny bit of a crush on, is asking you to get him off.

While the thought excites you, it also makes you beyond nervous. Sure you and the twins were close and flirted around with each other jokingly, but you’ve never once actually made any advancements with each other.

“I know it’s awkward, but I could really use the help.” He mumbles.

“O-okay. Uh, well let me see.”

You bite your bottom lip, completely embarrassed as he stretches himself out again, slowly moving his hand from himself.

You can barely hold back a groan as you take in the look of his cock all red and erect, precum oozing from the tip. It looks absolutely delicious and you forget about the fact that it’s your best friends.

Cautiously you take him in your hand, kneeling in between his legs as he sits on the toilet.

“Oh godrick,” he groans as your hand wraps around his member, the difference in touch enough to make him even harder.

“You’re so pretty, Fred.” You mumble, sliding your hand down his cock, watching as more precum beads at his tip. Gently you swipe your thumb across his slit, drawing a deep groan from inside him.

“Do more. Please, y/n. Please.” He begs, his head falling backwards as his eyes clench shut.

You smirk, loving the reaction your getting from him. Never in a million years did you think you be kneeling here in the burrow’s bathroom jerking your best friend off, but here you were and you were loving every second of it.

Becoming more confident at the sounds he’s letting out, you bring your mouth to him, licking your tongue over his tip.

“Oh fuck. Y/n, sweetheart. Please, please.” Fred groans, his hips jutting up towards your face.

“Please what, Freddie. Tell me what you want your best friend to do to you.”

He groans, jutting his hips yet again at your words. He knows how filthy this situation is. Even though he loves you, you two aren’t anything more than friends and yet here you are ready to suck him off. He knows how wrong it is, yet at the same time it feels far too good to stop.

“Come on, Freddie, love. Tell me what you want.” You coo, slowly licking up and down his cock, paying attention to the vein on the underside of him as well as the edge of his head.

“I-I want your mouth, princess. I want your lips around me.” He groans, trying to watch you as you smile and bring your head closer to him.

“Good boy, Freddie. Very good.” You praise as take him in your mouth, feeling the weight against your tongue and swallowing around him to see how difficult it was.

“Fuck, princess.” He groans, throwing his head back as you do so.

You smirk and swallow around him again before sinking your head down on him more to the point of him hitting your throat.

Fred moans, grabbing at your hair that you had taken out of the braids from earlier.

“Fuck me, y/n. Please. I want you so bad.” Fred nearly cries, tugging at your hair.

You pull off of him, a string of saliva staying connected for a few seconds as he juts his hips into the air.

“You want me around you, baby. Is that what you said?” You ask, kissing at his neck.

“You want to be inside me while I ride you?”

“Yes. Yes, please, princess. Please.”

You chuckle at his neediness, leaving a few more kisses you neck as you stand up.

Slowly you unbutton your bottoms, sliding them down your legs as Fred watches lazily, his cock twitching at seeing you undressing.

“Like what you see, baby?”

“I love it.” Fred growls, eyeing you as you slip your panties down.

You don’t bother with your hoodie as it won’t be in the way. That and you don’t have a shirt or bra on underneath it and your not quite comfortable being completely naked in front of your best friend.

“You ready, baby? You ready for me to sit on your big cock?”

Fred groans, loving your dirty talk. He never would have imagined you taking charge during sex, but then again he never imagined that he would be begging you to get him off. Even though this isn’t quite what he had been imagining, it was still better than nothing. In fact, he almost thought this was better.

“Freddie, baby. You have to tell me what you’re thinking.” You urge, straddling him, but not yet sliding down on him.

“Yes. Yes, I’m ready. I want you to sit in my big cock, princess. I want my best friend to ride me.” He groans, grabbing a hold of your waist as you grind against him, spreading your wetness on his cock. It makes him proud to feel how wet you are, he’s only hoping all of it was because of him.

“Good job, Freddie.” You smile, kissing his collarbones as you slide yourself onto his cock, moaning out at how amazing it feels.

He was just big enough to stretch you out and it felt amazing. You honestly wished you had done this sooner.

“Oh fuck, baby. You feel so good. Feel so good inside me.” You moan, bouncing on his cock as he guides your hips.

“Ohh, Freddie. Right there.” You groan as he rubs right against the spot you need him.

“You like that, princess? You like riding your best friends cock? You love the way I’m filling you up?”

“Yes, Freddie. Love it. Love you and your cock. Feels so, so good.” You groan, arching your back as he hits a spot inside you.

“Oh godrick, y/n.” Fred groans, wrapping his arms around you as he pulls you closer to him, his cock twitching happily inside you as your walls clench around him.

“Are you going to cum, Freddie? Going to fill up your best friends pussy with your cum?”

“I know how much you want to.” You whisper in his ear, nibbling at the lobe.

“Oh, fuck. Yes, princess. I want to fill you with my cum. I want to fill you so bad. Please let me, princess. Please.”

“I’m all yours, Freddie.” You smile dreamily, groaning as he juts up into you, his cock twitching.

“Oh, fuuuuck.” He groans, shooting his load inside you as you let out a high pitched whine as you hit your high along with him.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck, princess.”

“That was amazing, Freddie. Do you feel better now?” You ask, breathily heavily into his shoulder as you slump against him.

“So much better, princess. Thank you.”

You smile, nodding lazily as you catch your breath. Now that you’re finished, your not quite sure what to do. Was this just a one time thing? What does this mean for you two? Does this change anything?

“Stop thinking.” Fred chuckles, wrapping his arms around you as your still sitting on him.

“Can’t help it, Freddie.”

“You’re such a worry wart. We literally just had sex, hell my dick is still inside you, and you’re mind is already five steps ahead.”

“Does this change anything for us?”

“I would hope so. You’re the reason I was so worked up in the first place, y/n.” He chuckles, pushing your hair out of your face as you look at him.

“Me?”

“Yeah, you. You are so bloody sexy without even trying and it drives me mad. I love having you here this summer, but Merlin has it been torture.”

“Yeah? How so, weasley?” You ask, leaning back and moaning as you forgot he was still inside you.

“If I tell you, we’re going to have to go for a round two; just thinking about you gets me hard.”

“And as much as I’d love to fuck you senseless, my siblings and our friends are probably wondering where we went off to.” Fred says, grinding your hips down into him.

You moan softly, your eyes shutting at the pleasure he’s bringing you.

“So, it’s your choice, sweetheart. We can either go downstairs and pretend that nothing just happened up here, or we can makeup some excuse to explain our absence and we can go continue this in percy’s old room. What do you want to do?”

You whine, not liking how much control he has over you right now. He’s got ahold of your hips, slowly grinding you down into him with his cock still inside you, and he’s letting you make the decision which is the last thing you want to do right now.

“What is it going to be, princess?” He coaxed, kissing at your neck as you had done to him earlier.

“Ohhhh fuck, Freddie. I hate you.” You groan, hating that he’s making you choose.

“I want you.” You moan, burying your face into his chest as it screws up in pleasure.

“Yeah? You want me to go fuck you in percy’s room? You want me to wreck your pussy and fill it with my cum again?”

“Yes, Freddie. Please.”

He smirks, kissing your forehead as he lifts you off of his dick.

“Alright, princess. You get your shorts on and go up to percy’s room. I’m going to go tell everyone that you got a migraine and that I’m going to keep an eye on you for awhile, yeah? I’ll be right up there.”

“I love you, Freddie.” You mumble.

“I love you too, princess. Now go. I’ll be up in a minute. No touching yourself, okay?”

You whine, but nod when he gives you a look. You’ve been wanting him for years and now he’s going to leave you like this after you just rode him? Granted he’ll be back, but you don’t want to wait. If he doesn’t hurry back, you might just have to do what he told you not to.

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Part 2 !!

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seokjinsonlyone · 3 years

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Not My Type | 3

pairing: jungkook x female reader

summary: "She's a lot more than nice, so you need to be careful."

genre: friends to lovers

warnings: none; jimin here tho being flirty and stirring the pot <3333

rating: pg

wc: 1.7k

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

Jungkook’s newfound hobby was driving her crazy. One too many times had their little lunch rendezvous made its way into her mind in the past week. The way he sniffed her hair oddly enough was a recurring playback. She had a thing for weirdos and Jungkook could definitely be classified as that. And, that was exactly why she needed to shut this whole thing down.

Now, she considered herself a progressive individual. She didn’t mind change as long as it was for the better. She didn’t have a problem evolving her relationship with a friend. In fact, she preferred it. Always said that if she was gonna get into it, she wanted to be with a friend. But, this particular friendship wasn’t the one. It wouldn’t make sense. There was no way it could possibly be better.

They were like oil and water. They didn’t mix. Which was fine as a friendship, they could peacefully coexist. Anything more than that, however, would be an unnecessary burden. And, her life didn’t need to be anymore difficult than it already was. She wanted an easy love. It was this line of reasoning that carried her straight to her best friend’s house.

“You need to talk to your friend,” she announced, waltzing into Jimin’s home, throwing her purse on the couch before finding him sitting at the island eating cereal.

He looked up. “I’ve already told you should just ask Taemin out. He’ll most likely say yes. He thinks you’re hot. Stop trying to get me to create scenarios.”

“And, I’ve already told you I refuse to pursue a man. No matter how dreamy and evil he is,” she sighed.

In all honesty, she probably would’ve gone for it if it weren’t for the fact that she could tell he wasn’t really into her. Not in the way she would’ve liked for him to be into her. He flirted with her in person (and in her dms), held her in a way that made her stomach jump after a few drinks, but ultimately his goal was a few nights in the sheets. And, that just wasn’t her thing. She didn’t do casual. Didn’t like to invite people into her life that weren’t going to stay. So even though she thought they could be good together, she was deciding to let this one go. If he couldn’t see what was right in front of him that was on him.

“You’re gonna end up alone.”

“You must realize that I am my favorite person.” He rolled his eyes. “Anyway, I wasn’t talking about him. I was talking about Jungkook.”

“What he do?”

“He’s been acting weird ever since last week.”

“What happened last week?”

She sucked her teeth. “You know, when we were all here?”

He narrowed his eyes at her, pupils shifting from side to side, visibly racking his brain trying to recall what happened at his place last week. “Oh! Wednesday! I was so drunk, bro. What happened?”

“Ugh. You don’t remember asking me to rank all of y’all from most to least my type?” Typical Jimin. Cause trouble then dip.

“What’d you rank me?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

“I ain’t doing this again.”

He dropped his legs from the footrest of the barstool, tugging her closer and wrapping an arm around her waist. “Mmm. You couldn’t handle me either way.”

She’s not gonna lie, her heart skipped a beat. But, that’s the only reason he did it in the first place. He knew it flustered her on some level. So, she decided to play along for once, bringing her hand up to toy with the hair that rested at the back of his neck. “Baby boy, I could make you cry,” she whispered seductively.

He made a face, then pushed her away turning his attention back to his cereal. “You’re gross.”

“You started it,” she accused, laughter bubbling up at his reaction. He was CEO of “Do as I say, not as I do.” Always in the mood to dish it out, but hardly able to take it in return.

“So, what’s going on? Why do I need to talk to him?”

“Because I told him he wasn’t my type, and now he’s trying to convince me that he is.”

He choked. “What?”

“He literally showed up at my work the other day and brought me lunch.”

“That was more so directed at you saying Jungkook isn’t your type.”

“He’s not.” He raised his eyebrows, smirking conspiratorially. “He isn’t,” she insisted.

“So, you didn’t used to drool over him when you two first met?”

“See why you gotta go and bring up the past.” She wouldn’t say that she had a full blown crush on him, she didn’t know him and therefore couldn’t actually like him, but for a minute she was down bad. She wasn’t expecting to meet him when she did. Jimin had wanted to hang out and asked for a ride. He was with Jungkook when she picked him up and she was effectively caught off guard. Before she even realized what she was doing, she was out of the car and shaking hands with him in greeting. The next few weeks were spent trying her hardest to be in his presence. She never said more than two words to the boy, but yeah she was down bad. Once her hormones subsided, though, they eventually developed a friendship. A friendship that needed to stay a friendship. “Besides, I never said he wasn’t hot. I’m saying our personalities don’t match up. It wouldn’t work.”

“You aren’t that different from each other.”

“Yeah, but we’re wrong in just the right ways. It wouldn’t work.” He was right in saying that weren’t all that dissimilar, but it was because of that that she was sure starting any kind of relationship with romantic intent would go up in flames. The two were like parallel lines. Never meant to cross. Adjacent, but never intersecting. As they should.

“It sounds to me like you’re just afraid of what could happen.”

“Hold on there partner. I didn’t come here to be lectured or psychoanalyzed. I don’t even think he likes me for real, but he’s heading down a slippery slope. I just want you to talk to him before he goes and starts something that’s gonna get his feelings hurt, alright?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll see what I can do.” One thing about Jimin was that he was nosy. Had absolutely zero qualms about getting all up in other people’s business. Knowledge equals power is what he always told himself. So, if she hadn’t come to him voluntarily offering up this information, he would’ve picked up on it sooner or later, inserting himself in the middle of it all. As it stands, he’s been giving explicit permission to do some digging. All he has to do is wait for the opportunity to arise.

The opportunity came a few days later. Jungkook was sitting on his couch, phone in hand, completely zoned out when Jimin pounced.

“So... Y/N?”

Jungkook startled at the mention of her name. It wasn’t like he was just thinking about her. He definitely wasn’t about to text her. He hadn’t spent the past minutes in a daze typing, deleting, and retyping messages to send. Nope. “Huh?”

“Y/N? What’s going on with you and her?” Jimin asked again.

“What do you mean? Nothing’s going on,” he feigned innocence, voice raising an octave. Even though, for all intents and purposes, there really wasn’t anything going on.

He looked him up and down, raising an eyebrow. “That’s not what she said.”

“What did she say?” She talked about him?

“You tell me.” He smirked sitting down, crossing one leg over the other like some kind of therapist.

“I don’t know. We had lunch,” he mumbled.

“Why?”

“Because I thought she might be hungry.”

“And this has nothing to do with the fact that she said you’re not her type?”

He blew raspberries into the air. He couldn’t lie to Jimin even if he tried. The man always managed to see right through him. A consequence of nearly ten years of friendship. “I’m just trying to get to know her better,” he insisted.

“Why?”

“Because she’s nice.” Which wasn’t the complete truth, but if he admitted that he thought she had stars in her eyes he’d never hear the end of it.

“She’s a lot more than nice, so you need to be careful.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that she’s one of the best people I know, but she’s stubborn and once she has an idea in her head it’s very hard for her to let go.”

“So you think I should stop?”

“I think you shouldn’t go into this blind, is all I’m saying. Whatever you’re doing, probably won’t be easy. And, I don’t want you to get hurt. Or hurt her. What do you plan on doing if you manage to make her like you? If you’re not serious then I think you should stop.” Jimin patted his shoulder, then got up leaving him to his thoughts.

Jungkook heard what he was saying. He did. And, he was right. He hadn’t been thinking too hard about what he was doing. Honestly, he was just following the skip in his heartbeat and so far that led him to her. There was a very real possibility of him getting his feelings hurt. She was very strong willed. Couldn’t budge her mind with a bulldozer. So, if she was dead set on being against this, there wasn’t much he could do anyway.

Still, this wasn’t something he could let go of easily. He had no intentions of hurting her. It wasn’t just some conquest for him. That much he was sure of. He would hate to get closer to her, have her catch feelings for him, then dip because he wasn’t feeling it. But, he seriously doubted that would happen. It’s not like they were complete strangers. He was just seeing her in a new light now. And as much as he didn’t want anyone to get hurt, at this point he didn’t know if this was something he should even avoid. It didn’t seem like it.

Truthfully, he didn’t feel this way often. This pull he now felt toward her. He was usually much too caught up in trying to be the best version of himself he could be to entertain thoughts of others. However, right now she had his attention and he didn’t want to look away. He opened his text thread with her typing and finally sending a message before he could overthink it.

[10:53pm] jk: lunch tomorrow?

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kaistarus · 3 years

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The Only Exception

Pairing: NishinoyaXReader

Words: 2.2K

Summary: Nishinoya was genuinely happy with his life. He’d gotten used to being by himself and had accepted the fact that that was how it was supposed to be. Until you came along and threw everything he thought made sense out the window.

A/N: I really like this fic. It’s one of my favorites Nishinoya ones so far just because it’s his pov and timeskip and the amount of love feels makes me happy. i got a lot of serotonin while writing it :D

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Nishinoya had never been someone’s first choice.

He knew that sounded dramatic, but it was just a fact of life. The sky was blue, Tanaka could chug three-fourths gallon of milk before vomiting, and Nishinoya was never anyone’s preferred option--which never bothered him so keep the pity to yourself.

He learned to accept this when he never got scouted for the All-Japan Youth Camp and after the only person Nishinoya ever even kind of loved ended up loving his best friend. It taught him to keep his expectations low and to focus on things he could control, which was what led him to solo-traveling Japan and then the world. He realized things might be better on his own, and with the constant itch that he was missing out on something bigger traveling alone just made sense.

But then you came and ruined everything.

Hold on. That came off way more aggressive than Nishinoya wanted. He meant there was a perfect vision for how his life would go-pyramids in Egypt, Hollywood sign in Los Angeles, deep sea fishing in Italy-until he toppled over you in the streets of Italy. He’d been sprinting toward the docks when you stepped out of a marketplace and he collided into you, knocking you flat on your butt and sending your groceries all over the sidewalk. Nishinoya fumbled through his best apology in broken Italian while shoving produce into your paper bag, but froze in surprise when you snorted rather than began an enraged lecture.

He swore his heart actually stopped when your eyes met. You were clearly amused by his flustered behavior and when his heart started back up it was abnormally fast. Not once had he understood what Tanaka meant when he explained the first time he’d seen Kiyoko, but the first time Nishinoya saw you everything Tanaka said clicked. If Nishinoya had been fifteen he probably would’ve proposed to you on the spot.

But he wasn’t, so instead he shakily handed you your groceries with furiously red cheeks.

“Come ti chiami?” You asked with a raised brow.

Nishinoya blinked several times. He racked his brain for what he’d been taught on his last fishing trip, but it was mostly curses and inappropriate sayings he should probably avoid using. He was pretty sure Duolingo mentioned ‘chiamo’ as name though.

“Nishinoya?” He answered like a question and felt relief wash over him when you nodded.

“What are you doing this weekend, Nishinoya?”

He stared blankly before pointing at you with wide eyes, “I understood that.”

“Well you obviously don’t know Italian,” you rolled your eyes and he pouted at the incredibly accurate jab, “so, are you free?”

He looked around the empty street before pointing to himself. “Are you still talking to me?”

“Is there another Nishinoya around here?”

“I mean, there could be.” He looked up thoughtfully. “The odds would be crazy though.”

You laughed lightly which made a warmth creep up his neck. “I’m talking to you. I’m trying to ask you on a date.”

He looked at you like you’d grown a second head. “Why?”

“You’re attractive and you seem nice,” you cocked your head to the side. “Is that not a good reason?”

He stared at the ground intensely. “I guess… It is?” Then his original reason for being there struck him and his eyes widened. “Oh shit. I have to go,” he started leaving before quickly coming back. “Wait, I, uh, yes. Yes to the date thing.”

You chuckled, pulling a cellphone from your pocket to let him hurriedly create his contact before continuing his sprint to the docks-with a teasing recommendation not to knock anyone else over. That literal run in was the moment his entire world view became out of whack.

It wasn’t that he thought he was immune to liking someone-high school Nishinoya fell for any breathing human that gave him attention-he just lost the ability to imagine someone liking him. Maybe he’d been by himself too long or maybe that was just another fact he’d grown used to. He didn’t know anymore.

He did know that when he showed up at the restaurant thirty minutes early-there’s only so much pacing someone can do before they go insane-he hadn’t expected to see you. Just sitting on a bench beside the main entrance, looking too perfect while bouncing a knee and nibbling on your thumb nail as if you were nervous to be there.

Except it was only him, so that wouldn’t make sense.

“Hey,” you said when you spotted him standing in the middle of the sidewalk like an idiot.

“You’re here,” he raised a brow. You took it as the time, but he meant it in a general sense. He truly hadn’t expected you to show up.

“Oh,” you chuckled awkwardly, twisting the material of your clothes. “Yeah, I was kind of nervous.”

He mulled that over for admittedly too long, but it just seemed like such a stupid thing to say. It wasn’t that you looked stupid, but that’s what made it so confusing.

“You’re also early.” You pointed out when the silence became awkwardly long.

“I was nervous.” He said like it should have been obvious.

“At least we’re starting on equal ground,” you said with a shaky breath.

Equal ground? He wasn’t sure his brain was cut out for this type of critical thinking. He’d even spent the past few days planning for every scenario-even you sneaking out the bathroom like in the movies-but he never pictured you being nervous.

“Uh, yeah,” he tapped against his leg while glancing through the window at the half-filled dining area, “we can probably go inside.”

“That’s probably a good idea,” you gave him a quick finger gun before whipping around with shoulders to your ears.

Nishinoya blinked several times before looking back down the street. A part of him thought about running, saving you both from the shitty date to come filled with awful conversation starters he’d pulled from an online article for high schoolers. However his fate was sealed the moment you sent a gentle smile over your shoulder and his feet began following you through the door without his permission.

Ever since that day he’d been waiting for the other shoe to drop. Ever since you giggled behind your hand instead of wincing at the terrible jokes he regretted the moment they left his mouth; ever since you weren’t burdened by the need to translate for him the whole night; and ever since you were amused rather than annoyed at his nervous rambling and awkward icebreakers.

It was just too good to be true.

Like the first time you came over and teased him for the cheesy dialogue in his favorite action movies. How his chest ached when your head rested in his lap and you gazed at him with overwhelming amounts of affection. He’d never dreamed he’d have this-couldn’t have if he tried. Sharing his favorite things with someone while they traced designs against his palm and occasionally sealing them with featherlight kisses. The fire it sent up his arm was too much and not enough and he hadn’t realized how much he’d wanted this.

It was a little scary how much Nishinoya didn’t want to lose it.

And that thought started keeping him up at night. Nishinoya was never really scared of anything-it was kind of what he was known for everywhere he traveled. If anyone needed something done they asked the foreigner with a death wish. So, the idea that you had that effect on him was, again, terrifying.

But what was Nishinoya supposed to do when you press your forehead against his in the middle of the night? Running your fingers through his hair and paying special attention to the blonde strands he’d always been secretly self-conscious of, whispering low how they were one of your favorite things in the world. How could he regret anything when you rubbed your nose lazily against his and kissed him softer than he ever deserved? He didn’t give a shit how scared he was if it meant he could stay like this, with you, for as long as you’d let him.

Because his heart raced a million miles a second when you mindlessly held his hand under a table or leaned against him just to be close. Because for some reason he was the first person you called when you were excited or when you needed comfort. Because when he rambled too long about spearfishing or an old friend’s volleyball game your eyes lit with genuine interest rather than annoyance. And because he was in love with you.

Which he both wasn’t prepared for and had known was inevitable. Falling for you had been like getting hit by a semi-truck he’d seen coming for miles.

It probably happened sooner than socially acceptable, but that didn’t surprise him given his all or nothing nature. This outcome was decided the moment Nishinoya knew he’d be fine with you breaking his heart a hundred times if it meant he could keep waking up next to you cascaded by the rising sun because he was still too lazy to invest in curtains. Just you cuddling closer to him for warmth in your sleep would make every ounce of pain worth it.

Once Nishinoya’d acknowledged his feelings it was nearly impossible keeping them down. With every breathtaking smile, or brush of your hand against his, or bubble of laughter that rang throughout his apartment it nearly spilled from his lips like a breath. It took all self-restraint he had to hold it back. And it wasn’t that he didn’t want you to know because you deserved this piece of him-every piece of him.

He just wasn’t sure you’d want it.

His resolve lasted nearly a month-a month longer than he thought he was capable-before the feeling was too intense for him to keep down. And it wasn’t anything drastic that made him break. No, it was something so absurdly casual that he was almost pissed at himself when the words flowed from his mouth.

It had been a completely average morning, nothing crazy, the weather was actually gross with rain pounding against the windows and the sky a depressing shade of grey. But then you stepped out of his bathroom while rubbing the sleep from your eyes, giving him a lopsided smile before slurring a soft request for breakfast. It was like time froze and he was in a stupid romcom except you were there so it was actually an oscar nominated masterpiece.

Your head lolled to the side, half-lidded eyes filling with concern at his silence. “We can cook together. I didn’t mean it like-”

“I love you.”

That seemed to wake you up. Your body straightened while your mouth hung open in stunned silence. Nishinoya had expected this kind of reaction, so he clenched his fists tight in preparation for the worst.

“Are you sure?” You asked, barely above a whisper. “That’s a pretty serious word, Noya.”

He knew that. Nishinoya had spent too many nights losing sleep over that.

“You scare me,” he confessed, deciding if he was going to dig his grave he might as well make it deep. “I’ve never really been the one someone chooses. More like deal or settle with.” He grimaced when his heart squeezed painfully in his chest, “but I love you more than I thought I could ever love anyone and that scares me. You make me feel wanted and I don’t know what to do with that.”

“Because I do want you.” You whispered and his stare locked on yours so quickly, meeting your loving gaze while his heart started racing. “And everyone you know must be really stupid because I feel lucky I got to choose you. I get to love you.”

He stared at you wide-eyed while his chest swelled with so much emotion he was surprised he hadn’t passed out.

“Sorry, that sounded really lame.” You placed a hand against your forehead and Nishinoya shook his head vigorously.

“I think that was the greatest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

You stepped closer and cradled his face, gently brushing your thumbs along his cheeks. If he wasn’t so manly and awesome he may have teared up, but he definitely didn’t. Which was why you obviously weren’t wiping any water off his cheeks before pulling his lips against yours.

Nishinoya set a languid pace that turned desperate when you tangled your fingers in his hair. He pulled you as close as he could, which was never enough, snaking an arm around your middle and sliding one to cradle the back of your head.

When it got heated enough that he decided he’d very much like to move it to his bedroom Nishinoya’s stomach growled and you snorted against his lips. Nishinoya pouted, whining when you pulled away with a playful smirk.

“Later,” you said, pinching his cheeks and waving his head around. “Food first. We’re both hungry.”

He did love food.

He disrespectfully watched you leave him in favor of searching the fridge for food that could be thrown together for breakfast. A dopey smile covered his lips because he loved you. He was lucky enough to get to love you. And for some ridiculous fucking reason you were dumb enough to love him.

He would do whatever he could to keep it this way. For now, that was helping you cook breakfast. Tomorrow, who knows? But whatever it was you would be there, so it would be pretty god damn amazing.

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remuswriting · 4 years

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first words; t. kei

Summary: In a world where the first words your soulmate say to you is on your wrist, Y/N manages to get “hello”

Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x Male! Reader

Warnings: Intense angst, Hanahaki, slight enemies to lovers, swearing, mentions of fighting, brief mention and vomit (mentioned with Hanahaki).

Word Count: 18,572 words

Notes: This took months to write but it’s finally done. I hope it’s not entirely over the top and somewhat enjoyable. This is my longest ficlet I’ve ever made and I literally slept for 14 hours after I finished writing it. Anyways, would you guys be interested in longer pieces like this or do you prefer shorter things?

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Y/N loved the concept of soulmates. Seeing the first words they’d say to you on your wrist seemed magical. Sure, it was weird to get it on your 10th birthday, because what if you had met your soulmate before then? The h/c haired boy didn’t really care though because soulmates were so cool. Someone that was to love you for the rest of your life and in return, you loved them back.

His mother had to tell him to calm down because he’d start coming up with all sorts of scenarios of what they could possibly say to each other. His best friend Hinata Shouyou shared the same enthusiasm over it though, so he supported the excitement his mother didn’t like.

Hinata’s 10th birthday was before Y/N, and the words on his wrist were really strange.

“One day I’m gonna set for you.”

The two spent the ginger’s birthday looking up what that meant, and they learned about volleyball. The ginger didn’t seem as excited about it until he’d see the match on the tv when he was riding his bicycle a year later.

The h/c boy’s birthday finally came around and Hinata had stayed over so they could find out what his soulmate would say together. When the clock struck midnight, the word appeared and Y/N wondered if he still liked soulmates.

“Hello.”

He looked over at Hinata, who was staring at his wrist in confusion. It was common to get regular greetings, but that didn’t mean Y/N wanted one. It was fairly silent until his mother opened the door excitedly with a huge grin. She had been excited about this too, but hearing her child come up with things his soulmate would say was hard to handle at times.

“So, what’s she going to say?” The woman asked, and Y/N slowly showed her his wrist.

“She’s going to say hello.”

Silence fell back over the room. His mother and father had cool words, but he got stuck with ‘hello’? He wanted something cool like what his father had, which was ‘We’ve been here for way too long’ or is his mother’s ‘You’re right, let’s leave.’ Those are cool and you automatically know who’s your soulmate, but hello gave you nothing to work with.

“I know what to do,” Y/N said as he put his hands together. “I will just never say hello unless it’s to an adult.”

His mother and his father looked at him confused before the ginger’s face lit up as if he suddenly understood. Y/N’s mother was still in the dark about what was going on.

“She’ll be the one to know! If you say something weird, then there’s no mistaking it!” Hinata exclaimed and the h/c boy nodded excitedly.

“Yes! If she’s decided to mess up my life, then I’ll mess up hers!” Y/N exclaimed, and his mother just stared at him and sighed. Of course, her son would act like this.

When they went back to school Monday, people asked him about what his soulmate would say and would look disappointed that it was only ‘hello.’ He was known around school for getting everyone involved in interesting conversations, people knew who he was without even having to say hello. Next year, he’d be in junior high and hopefully he’d find his soulmate there.

****

Y/N moved before his first year of junior high, he was 30 minutes away by car; so, it wasn’t like he was 100% gone. He played on his junior high volleyball team because he had also fallen in love with volleyball when Hinata did, and he hoped one day they’d go against each other.

“Hey, you’re L/N, right?” Naoko asked, he was on the soccer team. The h/c boy nodded as he sat on a bench outside wrapping his ankle with an ace bandage. He had twisted it during practice but refused to let anyone actually know about it.

“You’re Naoko, right?” He asked, and the black haired boy nodded. Soon enough the soccer player sat next to the h/c boy on the bench. It was awkward because the h/c boy haired boy didn’t know why the other was there.

“I have a friend who wants to confess to you, but doesn’t know how,” Naoko said, and the other just looked at him confused.

“I don’t know either,” he said as he looked back at the wrapping as he checked to make sure it was good. “I don’t ever get confessions and I’ve never confessed. Why not ask a girl or something?”

The black haired boy looked at him frustrated, but not in a way that it was at him. What was so frustrating about all of this? The girl could just come up and say she likes him, it’s not like he’ll accept if he doesn’t know her.

“Just tell her to just confess to me. My schedule is pretty much the same every day.”

“It’s not a girl,” Naoko said. “That’s why he doesn’t know what to do.”

Y/N looked up at him in shock and confusion. He’d always thought it was fictional for people to be gay; something for women to fetishize, so he’d never given it a single thought. The guys in his class always talked about girls, but he had never really been interested in it. He preferred to be around his teammates because they made him feel warm. Well, not all of them, but definitely Takeshi.

Takeshi was a wing spiker who always told the team to rely on Y/N more because he was their libero. The libero always stared at him more than normal, but he couldn’t help it; he was so pretty with his brown eyes and bright smile. Y/N stopped for a second, realizing what he was thinking about blinked his eyes several times.

“Why did you even come talk to me?” He asked, and the black haired boy dragged his hands down his face.

“Fuck, I don’t know,” Naoko admitted. “I just thought if I told you and you said you were straight, then it’d save him heartbreak.”

“If I don’t know him, then I definitely won’t date him, so do I know him?” L/N asked, and the other shook his head.

“No, but everyone knows you,” the black haired boy said with a slightly smile. “You do realize that you are friends with nearly everyone in our year whether or not you know it, right?”

Y/N nodded slightly because he did know that but it didn’t mean they really knew him. Very few people knew about the important things about him, so how could they possibly be in love with him?

“Yeah, but I still don’t know him. It’ll be pointless if he confesses to me.”

*****

Y/N started to shut down after he spoke to Naoko, because he didn’t know where he stood anymore with soulmates and sexuality. He’d stare at the word on his wrist and wonder if it was a girl or guy going to say it. What if he couldn’t fall in love with his soulmate? What if he never met his soulmate? What if he was gay?

He was so trapped in his head that he started to hate soulmates. Why was he required to fall in love with someone when he could who he wanted to? People had always frowned upon people loving someone that wasn’t their soulmate. Y/N had fallen in love with someone who wasn’t his soulmate, his best friend Takeshi.

It was hard to escape the other because they were on the same team, so he just ignored it. He put everything into volleyball because that’s how he knew how to cope. Whenever he was emotional, he just used it to his advantage in volleyball. His coach always praised how his receives were going to beat Nishinoya Yuu from Chidoriyama Junior High, which the h/c libero didn’t think was accurate.

Hinata wanted to be the next tiny giant and practiced constantly for it. He constantly told Y/N how he wished he had a real team so he could finally practice like he wanted to. Shouyou had once said he wanted to meet the volleyball player he idolized and that Y/N could do that by meeting Nishinoya (not that Y/N idolized him, he just really wanted to be like him), but the h/c haired boy said the only way he was going to meet the libero was by playing against him.

His relationship with Hinata was unaffected because he wasn’t attached to his volleyball team. Shouyou was completely outside of that world, even when they played together occasionally. Y/N was grateful to have some sense of what he used to be like and have someone not constantly question if he was okay.

“I want to know what crazy person says to someone that they’ll set for them,” Shouyou said as he and Y/N tossed the volleyball around. “Especially as their first words.”

“We’ve always said that she’ll probably be better at volleyball than you,” Y/N said, and the ginger gasped.

“I’ve never said that!”

Y/N laughed into his hand and Hinata looked genuinely upset.

“Oh, I guess it was just your mom and me that said that.”

The ginger threw the volleyball at his best friend, only for the h/c haired boy to receive it. Hinata forgot all about the comment, now asking his friend to teach him how to receive.

Although he was doing good in volleyball, he wasn’t close to his teammates like he used to be. He focused on practice, not anyone else’s problems because he didn’t see a need to. This was a different him, because he used to be the person who spent so much time trying to figure out what was going on with others because he just wanted to.

Takeshi tried to talk to him about it, because it was concerning to see one of your best friends become something that wasn’t him. After numerous ‘I’m fine, stop asking’, the ace got the point and stopped asking. The watchful eye made the h/c haired libero angry though because the other didn’t have the right to do that to him; to care.

He handle his anger by taking it out during practice and one day he managed to knock someone down from how aggressively he had received the ball. No one had known that was possible, but it was apparently something he could do.

“L/N! Go take a breather!” Coach screamed at him, and he nodded as he walked out of the gym.

He found himself standing in front of the bathroom, his forehead against the wall before he turned around a pressed his back against the wall and slid down. The moment he hit the cold tiled ground; he hid his face between his pulled up knees. He needed to stop thinking; stop feeling. Interhigh was coming up fast and he needed to focus on that.

“Hey, you okay?” Takeshi asked, and Y/N didn’t look at the brunette. He wished he weren’t actually there. “L/N-san, I know you say you’ve been okay, but you’ve really been acting weird recently.”

“It doesn’t matter how I’m acting,” L/N said softly, afraid he’d start to open up. “Why are you even out here?”

“Coach wanted me to come make sure you wouldn’t break anything,” Takeshi said as he fell to sit next to the other. “I didn’t think you would though.”

“Why are you my friend” Y/N asked as he finally looked at the other. Somehow Takeshi was still unbelievably attractive even though he was drenched in sweat to where it was almost like a hair gel that controlled his unruly curls. “Why did you decide to be my friend?”

“L/N-san, you’re friends with everyone. You’re fun to be around and you always know how to make people happy. You know how to make me happy,” the brunette said slowly as he looked over at the other with a soft smile. “That’s why some of us are worried about you. It’s like you’ve cut all of us out and you’ve gotten so aggressive during practice. None of us know why.”

“Things are just really difficult right now,” Y/N said as he looked down to his feet, internally chanting not to stare at Takeshi for too long. “Just been a lot on my mind.”

“I understand that,” Takeshi said with a laugh. “I’m in love with someone who isn’t my soulmate, but volleyball has been helping me get my mind off of that.”

“Who?” Y/N asked without hesitation, and it felt pathetic to get so excited over hearing that. Maybe this would be their confession, sure it wasn’t romantic but it would be a confession. Takeshi blushed as he looked down at his lap.

“Don’t tell anyone, but it’s Tamura-san,” the brunette said softly, and Y/N felt like he had been stabbed in the heart. Of course, it would be Tamura; Takeshi’s childhood best friend and captain of their team.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone,” the libero said with a soft smile and the other smiled back at him. “You can head back; I just need a couple more minutes.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, I promise I’m fine.”

Takeshi left and the h/c haired boy sighed as he leaned back so the back of his head was against the wall. Soulmates wouldn’t hurt him like this. They wouldn’t be in love with someone else and tell him like this because they believed they were only best friends. Soulmates had to love you back, they always did, and they wouldn’t break your heart like this.

Y/N let himself cry for a couple minutes, because maybe this could be what he needed to get it all out of his system. He could stop being in love with someone who clearly didn’t love him. It was going to be okay because he had a soulmate out there waiting for him.

*****

After the talk with Takeshi, his feelings did go away but knowing he was gay didn’t. Y/N decided to just stop thinking about that and put all he had into volleyball, but he accidentally stopped talking to Takeshi like they once had. It had hurt too much to around someone who broke his heart, but he was nearly through with feeling those things.

They won at Interhigh, beating Kitagawa Daiichi Junior High in the process and Y/N will never forget the look of anger on the King’s face. The libero had received nearly every serve the setter had done, even if it was aimed to be somewhere the h/c haired boy wasn’t. Beating Shiratorizawa Academy Junior High was also the highlight, even though he hadn’t been able to beat Ushijima like he had wanted to. Winning put L/N in high spirits, even made him act like himself again for the rest of the day.

“Y/N!” A voice called out and the libero turned to see Hinata running towards him at full speed. “That was so crazy!”

“I didn’t know you came to watch,” Y/N said as he caught his friend in his arms before he could be tackled. “You told me he was an asshole to you in June, so you know I had to really destroy him.”

“Your whole team is so cool! My team wasn’t even really a team,” Hinata said, and Y/N nodded, because he knew. He knew the ginger had been the only member of the volleyball club until three first years showed up and he forced his two friends that knew nothing about volleyball to join for the game. “So, it’s really cool to see my best friend playing on a real one!”

“Come on, L/N-san, the bus is about to leave,” Sora said, and the h/c haired boy sighed at Hinata’s upset face.

“You’re already leaving me!” He wailed and the libero whacked him upside the head.

“Come over tomorrow. It’s not like you’re incapable of doing that.” He ruffled his best friend’s hair. “I’ll text you later, Shouyou.”

“Okay! See you tomorrow!”

*****

“So, you’re really going to go to nationals?” Hinata asked, and the libero nodded.

“You bet, but I need to figure out what high school I’m going to before that,” Y/N said as he looked over at the other. “Do you know where you’re going to go?”

Hinata was drinking a cup of hot chocolate Y/N’s parents had made for him. The worn volleyball they always played with was situated in his lap. L/N found it funny that they were both obsessed with volleyball, but Shouyou wanted to always be touching the ball. Hinata looked over at him with the biggest grin Y/N had seen in a while.

“Karasuno obviously! I’m going to be the next tiny giant!” Hinata exclaimed and the h/c boy chuckled at the excitement.

“Shiratorizawa is trying to recruit me, but maybe I’ll go to Karasuno,” he said softly, which made Hinata’s brown eyes light up. His mother wouldn’t like this decision, because she wanted him to go to the best places because he was outrageously talented and pretty good academically. “My only question is what are you going to do every morning? Take the train?”

“No, I’m going to bike!” Hinata exclaimed as the volleyball fell to the snow covered grass. He looked overly excited, as if it were the best idea he’s ever had; it might have been though. “I’ve been getting used to biking everywhere. That’s how I got here.”

Y/N looked over at his friend as he shook his head with a chuckle. How was his childhood friend so determined and motivated? The h/c haired boy had once been like that too, but then he became scared of himself and the world around him. It was hard to give your absolute all when you’re scared if people will learn who you truly are.

“You amaze me,” he said as he ruffled the ginger’s hair a laugh.

“If you go to Karasuno, then we can finally play volleyball together!” Hinata exclaimed and the libero gave him an awkward smile.

Y/N was scared to join another volleyball team, because what if he felt in love with another team member? His heart had been destroyed last time, and he wasn’t sure if he could handle it. He caught himself looked at his wrist before he really looked at Shouyou, who was grinning as he picked up the volleyball as if it were his prized possession, and Y/N knew he’d do anything to make his best friend happy.

“Yeah. Yeah, we can.”

*****

Going to Karasuno was different than what L/N had been expecting, even though he didn’t really have any expectations going into it. He knew he’d be on the volleyball team and most likely in the college prep class, but that was about it. When school was over, Hinata was waiting outside the h/c haired male’s classroom and Y/N really wanted to strangle him.

“I know you don’t know this, but first years typically don’t go to practice for the first week of school,” Y/N said as he was being dragged to the gym.

“I’m just excited, I have to go now!” Hinata exclaimed, and the h/c boy chuckled as he continued to follow the other to the gym.

Karasuno High had a really nice campus, but Y/N would never say it was nicer than his junior high’s campus. He missed that school though; missed his team. He regretted not doing a proper goodbye with them because he had started to cut off friendships when he realized he started to love Takeshi again.

When Hinata opened the gym doors, there stood Kageyama Tobio in all of his shitty glory. He had heard Hinata talk about the setter, but L/N also had dealt with the setter before. He had defeated his team at Spring Interhigh, but the libero destroyed him that November. The setter focused more on the ginger than he did the libero, which was nice. The e/c eyed boy needed to breathe because he wanted to absolutely destroy the setter.

“Aren’t you L/N Y/N?” Kageyama asked, and Hinata was outraged that he remembered his best friend’s name but not his.

“Yeah, aren’t you the douche bag whose teammates ditched?” Y/N asked, he looked like he didn’t care but his voice held resentment. “I’d say that’s why your team lost to mine, but we were already kicking your asses before that.”

“You don’t know shit,” Kageyama sneered, and three upperclassmen showed up. They looked at the three first years before one of them looked at Y/N in amazement.

“Noya is going to freak when he gets back,” the shaved head boy said, and the first year libero looked at him so confused.

“Is that a good thing?”

The attention was turned over to the black haired setter, and he was thankful he wasn’t being put in the spotlight like that again. He wanted to be seen on the court, not outside of it (although that became mainly a thing in his third year of junior high). L/N then watched in horror the chaos of Kageyama and Hinata’s rivalry, and then watched as they were kicked out of the gym.

“Well, that was something,” he said, mainly to himself, and Sugawara (the vice-captain) laughed slightly.

“We take teamwork very seriously here,” the captain, Daichi, said, and the first year just nodded slowly.

“My coach in junior high was the same way,” Y/N said before he looked away. “Sometimes we’d get way into our heads and have to be kicked off the court for a bit so we could breathe. You can’t play as a team if you can’t only think about what’s happening on the court.”

After they spoke for a bit, the first year sheepishly asked if he could join practice and the team said it was okay by them. Y/N decided he liked his new team but the guilt from not saying goodbye to his old one loomed over him the entire practice.

*****

L/N woke up in a good mood. He had finally actually slept for the first time in who knows how long and felt good because of it. Maybe it was because he wasn’t constantly stressing about what anyone finding out if he was gay, because they didn’t know him well enough too and didn’t seem like they really cared to know.

“Y/N!” Hinata called out, and Y/N turned to see his best friend running towards him excitedly. He also looked like he had been working out, but it was only 8am and the ginger never looked like that after biking.

“Hey, Shouyou,” the libero said as he stopped to wait for the other. “What’s up with you?”

“Sugawara-senpai and Tanaka-senpai let me and Kageyama practice this morning,” the ginger said with stars in his eyes, and the other looked concerned.

“Does Daichi-senpai know about it?”

Hinata shook his head, panic in his eyes at the mention of the volleyball captain. L/N chuckled at the other before the h/c haired boy caught eyes with a tall blonde boy across the yard. He looked like he didn’t want to be surrounded by everyone, and Y/N couldn’t blame him. Even though he was best friends with Hinata, he really didn’t like to befriend people anymore but part of him wanted to befriend the annoyed blonde he had just seen.

“Who are you staring at, Y/N?” Hinata asked as he tugged on the h/c haired boy’s sleeve.

The libero looked over at the energetic boy, blinking a couple times. It wasn’t that he was disorientated, but because he hadn’t really been paying attention to anyone around him except the blonde boy.

“Some blonde guy,” he said before he bumped shoulders with the other. “Let’s get to class, because you definitely need to use your brain.”

“Hey! That’s not nice!”

“Shouyou, we’ve been friends for years; I don’t have to be nice to you.”

*****

Y/N decided to swing by afternoon practice, just to check it out, when he saw the blonde boy there from earlier there. Daichi was standing in front of him and there was another student next to the blonde, he had olive toned hair and a nervous composure. The h/c walked over to the three, an awkward smile on his face, because what if they were other volleyball members.

“Hello, L/N,” Daichi said, and the libero sent him a bright smile.

“Hey, Daichi-senpai.”

The two others looked at him confused, which was understandable. The h/c haired boy had been confused yesterday when everyone had being introduced. Although yesterday was a lot to handle.

“Hello, I’m Yamaguchi Tadashi,” the olive toned boy said with a slight smile.

The blonde looked over at him out of the side of his eye, seeming to evaluate him. Usually the libero would be uncomfortable but being so close to the guy who interested him when he had seen him outside earlier that day trumped the nerves.

“Hello,” he said, not adding anything, which made Y/N do what he always did; say something ridiculous.

“I wish snakes had arms,” Y/N said, and the blonde and olive toned boys frozen, which caused the h/c haired boy to tilt his head before his eyes widened. “I’m so sorry. I know that’s really weird, but my soulmate is to say hello and I decided to say crazy things so they’ll know.”

“Are you fucking serious?” The blonde asked, and L/N took a step back as he put his hands up as if surrendering.

“Yeah? I mean hello is a pretty vague thing.”

“My wrist has said ‘I wish snakes had arms’ all these years because of you.”

Y/N’s eyes widened before he looked to the ground and chuckled awkwardly. How was he supposed to respond to that? It was technically blondie’s fault for being so basic by saying hello.

“Tsukki, it’s not like he knew what he was going to say,” Yamaguchi said, and the blonde rolled his eyes.

“Shut up, Yamaguchi.”

“Sorry, Tsukki.”

“It’s not my fault that you had to say the most boring thing! How was I supposed to know who my soulmate was if we were both to say hello or hi?” Y/N screamed, and Tsukishima rolled his eyes. “You haven’t given me an answer.”

“Wow, my soulmate is a little bitch,” Tsukishima said, and that’s when Daichi decided to step in.

“Hey, we don’t talk like that to our teammates here,” the captain said strictly while the two soulmates glared at each other. “Do I need to do what I did to Kageyama and Hinata to you two?”

“I’d quit,” Y/N said, wondering if maybe he could just pretend he had never met the tall blonde. “You said I couldn’t play in the 3-on-3 anyways because I’m a libero, so you can’t punish us that way.”

“Maybe you should quit,” Tsukishima sneered, and someone was suddenly holding the h/c haired boy back. His blood was boiling and all he wanted to do was kick the other down to the ground so he could properly deck him.

“Maybe you should learn that being an asshole isn’t a personality trait,” Y/N sneered back, which made the other’s brown eyes narrow at him.

“I think we can call it a day for the first years,” Daichi said, obviously looking panicked. “We’ll talk tomorrow when everyone is calmed down.”

Tsukishima started to walk away, mumbling something that caused Yamaguchi to give the blonde a shocked look.

“You know we eventually have to fall in love with each other, it’s how soulmates work!” L/N screamed, which stilled both of the other first years. Tsukishima didn’t turn around, but Yamaguchi turned to look at the h/c haired boy, who was still being held back by Tanaka.

“We’ll see about that,” the blonde said before he started to walk again.

“I wish my first words had been ‘you’re a piece of shit’ instead of the dumb shit I said,” Y/N mumbled, and Sugawara appeared, a hand covering his mouth.

“Your first words were really ‘I wish snakes had arms’?” The vice-captain asked, and the h/c haired boy nodded sadly. He wished it had been something better than that, but at least it wasn’t hello. “You really will fit in on this team.”

*****

Y/N wasn’t included in the three-on-three because he had been practicing with the team and they knew his playing by now. It also just wasn’t fair for one team to have a libero and the other not to. He was told to come to the match for it because it showed team unity.

“Y/N, this is going to be so fun!” Hinata exclaimed as they walked to Karasuno High together. The ginger had stopped at L/N’s house so they could walk there together, also to drop off his bike.

“It’ll be your second game ever, right?” Y/N asked before he took a bite into a pork bun he had brought from home.

He was glad his mother wasn’t there to see him because she’d scold him. It was considered lazy to eat while you walked down the street, because you didn’t know how to plan your day out, but the h/c haired libero couldn’t find it in him to care. Hinata had refused to eat one, because he was worried it would make him sick.

“Yeah!” Hinata exclaimed before he suddenly looked nervous. “Oh no, what if I mess up?”

“Everyone messes up, Sho-chan. I wasn’t a starter until my second year because I messed up receives constantly,” Y/N said with a yawn. “You’ll get to play no matter who wins, so don’t worry.”

“Kageyama won’t get to play setter until his second year and he’s really upset about that,” Hinata said before he pushed his hair down and started doing an impression of the first year setter. “I must do everything volleyball by myself and I don’t need any help. I must always play setter.”

“As much as I hate him, I get where’s he’s coming from. If I couldn’t be a libero, I’d just quit. It’s my position, especially because I’ve only learned how to only do that. I’ve never spiked a ball before.”

Hinata’s eyes went wide. Apparently Y/N had never gave the other that information. He assumed the ginger would figure out that being a libero means you can’t really spike or set a ball, so there wasn’t a need for him to learn those things. L/N wanted to assume he’d be decent at it since he could jump high, but he didn’t know if his spikes would be any good.

“Spiking is the best!” Hinata yelled, only to be shushed by the other. “It makes me feel so gaah, you know?”

“You mean it makes you feel alive?”

“Yeah, but more!”

The rest of the walk was full of Hinata rambling about how much he loved spiking and how hard receiving was. It was the first time they had done this since before Y/N moved and it felt good to do it. Made it feel like no time had passed, even though Y/N was 5’6” now and Hinata was still the same height but with fluffier hair.

“We never talked about the fact that Tsukishima is your soulmate,” Hinata said, and the libero sighed as he looked at the ground.

“We’re not going to. I’m going to ignore the fact as long as possible.”

“You shouldn’t though! You know that can be dangerous!” Hinata exclaimed as he threw his arms around. “Y/N-chan, I know you don’t like that it’s a guy, but it doesn’t stop the fact that if you ignore it then you could get Hanahaki disease or Kirameki disease!”

“Those are unrequited love things, Shouyou,” Y/N said as he rolled his eyes. “Also, they rarely happen in soulmate cases. It’s typically when you love someone who isn’t your soulmate. Or if your soulmate loves you and you don’t love them at all.”

“Still!” Hinata yelled before he grabbed at his friend’s arm to stop him. “There’s nothing wrong with being with a guy! Just make sure you don’t get hurt!”

“So, you don’t care that I apparently like guys?”

Hinata made a confused face and shook his head.

“Why would I care? It’s not like you’re in love with me.”

“Yeah, I do have standards.”

“Hey!” Hinata exclaimed with an annoyed expression and the h/c haired boy laughed. “I think I’m part of the high standards!”

“Shouyou, you don’t even understand what I’m saying,” Y/N said as he tried not to laugh. “Having standards means someone has certain things they want in someone.”

“Explaining it made it worse!” Shouyou yelled as he threw his head back.

Y/N didn’t know why he was so worried about Hinata knowing he was gay. The ginger was still the same idiotic person that the h/c haired boy had known back in elementary school. As his laughing died, his smile stayed on his face. He really was thankful for his best friend.

*****

Y/N found himself staring at Tsukishima as the blonde played in the three-on-three. It was normal to watch people play that you’d never seen before, but he knew he couldn’t stop staring because the other looked good when he played. L/N was fairly certain he didn’t look all that attractive when he played because he sweated as if he’d never have another day to.

“So, snakes with no arms,” Sugawara said as he went to stand next to the h/c haired libero. The third year setter loved the first words so much that it was now a weird nickname. “I see you’re staring at Tsukishima, especially after he took off his sweatshirt.”

That was attractive. Seeing the middle blocker getting into the game to the point he had to take his sweatshirt off was enough to get Y/N wanting to get over the entire ‘I hate you’ thing. Maybe if the blonde kept it up, L/N would be attracted to him enough to want to kiss him. He couldn’t just tell someone that because that’s weird. It would be especially weird if it were his upperclassmen who was staring at him way too intensely. His cheeks started to burn red from the attention and he looked at the floor.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about, but your staring is a bit too much.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

Sugawara looked away from the other, and it seemed like he actually felt bad that he overwhelmed the other. The libero could tell that the third year probably would go back and not stress him out if he had the chance to.

“It’s okay to look at him though. He is your soulmate,” Suga said, and the first year looked over at the ash blonde curiously. “No one is going to get mad at you, well except for Tsukishima. He seems like a real stick in the mud kind of person while you’re peppier and a very subdued version of Hinata.”

Y/N laughed a little as he shook his head. “I’m not sure if you’re insulting me or not.”

“I don’t insult my underclassmen until I’ve known them for at least a month,” the vice-captain said and the first year gave him a weird look.

“I guess that gives me time to do stupid shit and not be bullied for it.”

Sugawara laughed as his hand landed of Y/N’s shoulder. When he looked at the libero, his eyes held more mischief than the h/c haired boy liked.

“Insulting and bullying are two different things.” The third year looked over and pointed at Tsukishima. “Anyways, you can go back to watching your stick in the mud soulmate block people again.”

Y/N reluctantly did but he also watched Hinata, who would always be overdramatic and over trusting, spike Kageyama’s perfect sets. The h/c haired boy hoped the setter didn’t end up hurting his best friend by going back to his harsh ways from junior high. If he did hurt Hinata though, then L/N would have to kill him because no one was allowed to do that to. The ginger brought light with him everywhere, his name literally meant sunshine, and he had been the one thing in the h/c haired boy’s life that had never changed.

He wanted to see if he could receive those crazy quick attacks. Wanted to know how much power was behind them and if they’d hurt his arms when it came into contact with them? How fast would he have to become to know when they’re going to happen and where.

It wasn’t surprising that Kageyama and Hinata’s team won because they had created a new freak quick attack. This meant Kageyama would get to play as setter if the coach allowed him to and it seemed that Karasuno’s coach/advisor did whatever the third years told him to. He’d get to play as a starter in their practice match against Seijoh because of course, the first year setter’s senpai had some sort of rivalry with him.

“Tell me, Kageyama,” Y/N said and the blue eyed first year glared at the other. “Damn, I was just going to ask why Oikawa seems to be targeting you.”

“I don’t know,” Tobio said as he looked down at the ground and h/c haired boy wasn’t so sure he believed that but didn’t say anything.

“Y/N-chan, did you see my spiking!” Hinata exclaimed and the libero nodded.

“Yeah! You’re better than I thought you were, but not by much.”

“So mean, Y/N!”

The h/c haired boy saw Tsukishima looking over at him, only for the blonde to look away. Soulmates were supposed to be curious of each other and try to learn more about one another, but it seemed the middle blocker was going to be difficult.

“Hey, Tsukishima. You’re really good at blocking,” Y/N said, seeing what would happen, and the blonde rolled his eyes.

“I didn’t ask,” Tsukishima said with a slight glare and the h/c haired boy shrugged.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t say it,” he said with a chuckle. “So, get used to it.”

“Annoying brat.”

*****

“You’re doing a terrible job at getting Tsukishima to like you,” Suga told Y/N before practice one day and the first year libero gave him a confused look.

“I’m not trying to do anything. It’s going to take time because he’s obviously incredibly stubborn,” Y/N said with a sigh. “So, it’s not worth rushing.”

“I met my soulmate in junior high. He goes to a different high school though,” Suga said before he chuckled slightly. “His first words to me were ‘I didn’t know angels existed’ and mine to him was ‘hey, are you going to faint’. He still calls me angel.”

Y/N smiled at his upperclassmen because that was one of the few slightly cute word exchanges he had heard of. Most middle schoolers had stupid ones but the libero couldn’t judge anyone by any means due to what he said.

“Why doesn’t he go here?” L/N asked and the ash blonde fetched his phone of his bag.

“He moved to Sendai right before first year of high school but we still talk,” Suga said before he showed the first year a photo of the ash blonde with a brunette with glasses.

“He looks like Haruhi Fujioka from Ouran High School Host Club,” L/N said and the Koushi looked at the photo and smiled.

“I guess you’re right.” He put his phone back in his back and gave the h/c haired boy a look. “You’re incredibly charming, just use it on Tsukishima. He’ll bully you for the rest of your life because of the words but at least you’ll have each other.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

*****

The sight of Kindaichi and Kunimi made Y/N roll his eyes. Of course, he had to see those two again as if having Kageyama on his team wasn’t bad enough. The dirty look they gave him as he walked by made him roll his eyes because of course they’d act like that. It hadn’t been Y/N’s fault Kitagawa lost but their own fault for crumbling as a team.

“We’re not going to lose to you again, L/N,” Kindaichi said and the h/c haired boy looked at him and shrugged.

“Words are just words, where are your actions to prove them?” He asked and it had been the last thing he said to the boy in front of him at Interhigh Finals. The turnip haired boy had always talked big but never fully showed what he actually had.

“Stop talking to them and come on,” Tsukishima said and the libero rolled his eyes.

“Okay but do you ever wonder if snakes have arms?” Y/N asked a smile on his face and the blonde glared at him.

“You make it so hard to even try to be nice to you,” Kei said as he walked ahead, no longer alongside L/N.

“Awe!” Y/N exclaimed as he covered his heart with his hands, making sure to be extra overdramatic. “You were trying to be nice to me, how cute!”

“L/N, stop harassing Tsukishima!” Daichi called out and Sugawara elbowed him in the side, making the captain let out a small ‘oof’ sound. “Let’s warmup!”

*****

The match was going just fine, especially the small competition that Watari and Y/N had going to see who could get the most digs. The Karasuno first year libero was fairly certain he was the only one aware of this competition but that didn’t matter to him because he wasn’t going to lose. He wanted to destroy Kindaichi every time they went against each other, purely because the other always made the comment he would beat Y/N.

Kageyama and Hinata’s quick attack took the other team by surprise but that was to be expected. Without it, L/N was pretty certain Karasuno wouldn’t have been doing so well. Seijoh had a team that was recruited, unlike the crow school. Seijoh had tried to recruit Y/N but his mother had been so fixed on him going to Shiratorizawa to the point she told him to just unfriend Hinata because he wasn’t on Y/N’s level anyways.

When Oikawa Tooru entered the court, the h/c haired libero looked him over and knew the pretty boy would most likely end up being trouble. He had been on the bench his first year of junior high but he had seen Seijoh’s setter destroying people with his jump serve and there was no telling how deadly it was now. No telling how badly the libero would want to receive every last one.

Y/N was rotated out with Tsukishima for reasons he didn’t understand but let happen. When Oikawa started targeting the blonde and Shouyou, he wanted back on the court then because sure the two couldn’t receive for shit but he wanted to be the one trying to receive those serves.

“Do they really not know how to receive?” Y/N asked Sugawara as he flinched at the sight of the two first year struggling. “I thought Hinata was getting better.”

“That’s him being better,” the third year said with a slight chuckle. “I thought you would know how bad Hinata is at volleyball since you came to Karasuno for him.”

Y/N hadn’t really gone to Karasuno entirely for Hinata but because he had someone to lean on, so then he didn’t fall in love with someone on the team. The fact that Tsukishima was his soulmate fucked up everything. He could’ve just gone to Shiratorizawa and been gay for Ushijima like nearly every other volleyball player and it be acceptable but instead he had to go to Karasuno and meet his fucking soulmate.

“L/N switch out with Tsukishima,” Kiyoko said and the two first years quickly did so.

The blonde looked annoyed and the h/c haired libero couldn’t blame him. It would be like Y/N trying to spike and block when he’s never done those things, although Tsukishima had learned to receive; just not to the ability he should have.

“Look at who Karasuno’s libero is,” Oikawa said and e/c eyes tracked his every movement. He was going to give a nasty serve and direct it at Hinata most likely. “Doesn’t mean much at this point.”

The serve was perfect and somehow Y/N got it to go up. He knew it looked flawless but his arms hurt like hell now. Hinata scored the last point and the libero smirked as he looked at Kindaichi. He’d always beat anyone who told him he couldn’t.

“That was a nice receive,” Oikawa said and the libero looked over at the setter before he shrugged.

“Pretty easy one to get so I’m not sure why everyone was struggling,” he lied and he could feel his arms throbbing, knowing that time was luck and he’d have to train to receive the other’s serves next time.

“Why are you with Karasuno? You obviously have more skill than anyone of them.”

How does someone say that you fell in love with someone in middle school who wasn’t your soulmate and realized you were gay, which broke you down and the only person you felt at ease with was your best friend who wanted to play volleyball with you, so you picked the school you never thought you go to?

“I mean I could’ve joined your team or Shiratorizawa but,” he said but he was cut off.

“Are you just going to talk all day?” Tsukishima asked and the other two players had no idea when the blonde had arrived.

“Sorry, seems that it’s time to go. It was good finally playing against you, Oikawa-san,” the h/c haired first year said before he turned to leave but the brunette grabbed his wrist.

Y/N looked down at his hand and Tsukishima stepped in, detaching the hand from the libero’s wrist. He didn’t speak but it was obvious the words he wanted to say were “don’t you dare” but the third year setter apparently couldn’t tell.

“I know you hate Kageyama, so why are you so okay with playing on the same team as him?” Tooru asked and there a weird sort of desperation in his eyes, as if he had been searching for an answer to the question for longer than he’d let on.

“I don’t think I actually hate him,” Y/N said with a shrug. “Hated how fucking annoying of an opponent he is.”

“Can you please stop talking about the king and go?” Tsukishima asked and he was obviously frustrated.

Your soulmate has to care for you. You could hate them with all you have and still care about them because that’s how soulmates work.

It was why Y/N knew he didn’t need to work so hard to get Tsukishima to like him because it would happen. His mother had always told him that your soulmate is required to love you, which wasn’t always beautiful. Sometimes you loved a person who was evil and you had no control over it.

“Yeah, it was nice meeting you, Oikawa-san,” Y/N said and followed after the blonde middle blocker, who had an irritable expression on his face. “Thank you for getting me out of that.”

The first year middle blocker didn’t respond but Y/N could see the faint red tinge to his ears. What a tsundere.

*****

“Are you saying that because I’m short?” A voice asked as Y/N entered the gym to see Hinata next to a dark haired boy with a blonde streak in the front of his hair. He froze because that couldn’t be him.

“No, you’re good at receives,” Hinata said before he smiled wide. “Also, my best friend is a little taller than me and he’s a libero too!”

“Really?” Noya asked and L/N wanted to leave the gym and pretend he had never been on the volleyball team because meeting the other libero was going to be embarrassing.

“Yeah!” Hinata exclaimed before he noticed the h/c haired first year and pointed at him. “There he is!”

Noya looked at the frozen boy with wide eyes before he grinned so wide it looked like it could hurt. Tanaka, Sugawara, and Daichi were all over to the side, ready to watch this interaction. The second year had grumbled about the fact he hadn’t been able to play against third year L/N Y/N because he looked like he could kick his ass.

“You are L/N Y/N!” The 5’2” libero screamed as he went over to the other and all Y/N could do was nod. The libero was cuter without a net between them and it made the first year nervous. “I’m Nishinoya Yuu from Chidoriyama Junior High, you may remember me.”

“Of course, I remember you,” Y/N said with an insulted tone in his voice. “You were the best libero I ever went against in junior high. No one has ever pissed me off more but it made the game exciting.”

“I thought the same about you!” Noya exclaimed with twinkling eyes that made the h/c haired libero swoon slightly. “So, if you’ve gotten better, then I may be fucked.”

Y/N had found the second year libero attractive when he went up against him about two years ago. He’d never gone against a libero that was obviously as dedicated to the position as he was. Passion was attractive and the h/c haired boy would admit to that every time and it was probably why it was hard to find Tsukishima attractive because he just never seemed passionate about anything (except that once during the 3-on-3).

“He is definitely better than you,” Tanaka said, obviously just trying to rile up the second year libero. “Just wait until you go up against each other again and he kicks your ass.”

“I’m not that good.” It didn’t seem like the other two heard him and he wasn’t sure what to really say to get their attention. “He’s going to always be better than me.”

Noya looked over with a smirk that made the first year weak in the knees. He had never found anyone as attractive as the blonde streak second year and would have to say he still had a small crush on him. He wasn’t a second year in junior high anymore though and now knew who his soulmate was but why did the other still make him feel like he could be in love.

“No need in trying to flatter me when you’re already my favorite.” Noya laughed slightly and Y/N’s heart was beating so fast it hurt. “We will see who the best libero is but just know I’m not going to throw it just because I’m an amazing senpai.”

“I’d never want you to throw it, senpai,” Y/N said and the second year libero turned bright red at the title. The first year looked at him curiously, unsure as to why he turned so red. “Is everything okay?”

Tanaka’s hearty laugh rang throughout the gym and Noya glared at the shaved head middle spiker. There was obviously something more than L/N knew and he just kept looking at the two curiously because he didn’t understand what he was missing.

“Don’t worry, it’ll make sense later,” Sugawara said as he placed a hand on the younger boy’s shoulder, only to make Y/N jumped slightly. “Or it may not and you’ll have to ask me what it means.”

Y/N just nodded as he looked over at the two second years, who were now wrestling, and sighed slightly. He wasn’t exactly sure what he was going to do about Noya because this would result in disaster. It was already clear to him that he didn’t want to be soulmates with Tsukishima and if he started to fall in love with Noya– well who knows what would happen. Maybe he needed to quit the team because it was justifiable now because his nightmare would most likely come true.

“Maybe I should quit the team,” Y/N said and the ash blonde third year looked over at him curiously. “I mean Noya is going to be starter and I doubt we will ever need to sub for him, so I’ll just be waiting until my third year to finally play.”

“Are you really admitting defeat?” Noya asked and the h/c haired boy looked over to see the second year have a challenging look in his eye. “The L/N I played against two years ago would have never just said that. He probably would try his hardest to kick my ass and show me who’s boss, even as a first year.”

He was right because that’s exactly what Y/N had to do to play before his third year in junior high. He surpassed his senior because he wanted to play against Nishinoya and wanted to become good enough to consistently receive the powerful jump serves Oikawa had shown. L/N had struggled to get better but he did it in a way that surprised his coach as well as the amount of schools that had tried to recruit him for high school.

“Okay, so how do you want me to kick your ass?” Y/N asked as he took a step closer to Noya, who also took a step closer to the first year. “Want me to slam you to the ground? Or maybe you’d prefer for me to tease you until you’re at my feet.”

The blonde streak boy’s cheeks were burning bright pink and he couldn’t look at the boy in front of him, which cause Y/N to smirk. This wasn’t his normal self but the competitive side that came out whenever he was challenged, typically during a game.

“You’ve broken him!” Tanaka exclaimed with a laugh and L/N looked the second year libero up and down before rolling his eyes.

“What has L/N done?” Tsukishima asked as he entered the gym and he looked interested in knowing what’s going on. It was because his soulmate was being spoken about and you’re always curious when your soulmate is being spoken about. Part of Y/N wished it were more than that.

“He broke Noya!” Tanaka exclaimed, his laughter nonstop as if this were the funniest thing he had gotten to experience in a while.

“Noya challenged him and when L/N gave the same energy back, and well our libero started to malfunction,” Sugawara said and there was a glint of something in the blonde’s eyes.

“Oh really? Can L/N even beat Noya in a competition?” Tsukishima asked and the h/c haired boy turned around to look the middle blocker in the eyes.

“Do you just want to see me play?” Y/N asked with fake innocence in his voice. “It’s okay if you do because I’ll practice right in front of you.”

Tsukishima didn’t change in any way but the libero wasn’t fully ready to break him. He was in full on competitive mode, something he hadn’t shown off at the practice match because that one didn’t matter like the real thing would.

“Or do you want me to lose so I’ll go running to you and you can comfort me?” He asked as he tilted his head. “Too bad I’m not going to lose, so you’re just going to have to ask me to run to you.”

Tsukishima looked over the libero and Y/N knew this was a moment of your soulmate has to find interest in you; has to want you. Suga had said he really needed to charm the blonde but it seemed like he didn’t really have to try so hard.

“Wait, they’re soulmates?” Noya asked and Sugawara nodded as he watched the two first years, unsure if he was able to look away. “But I wanted him to be my soulmate!”

Tsukishima’s eyes shot over to the second year and there was a look that made the libero fidget slightly and quiet down. The blonde pushed the h/c haired boy’s shoulder gently for him to move as he looked at the blonde streak boy.

“It’s too bad that he already has one, isn’t it?” Tsukishima questioned before he turned back to the first year and rolled his eyes. He acted as if Y/N had just done what the blonde did, which made the first year libero scoff.

“I’m actually open to changing who my soulmate is.” Y/N’s smirk and how he checked out the middle blocker created just a tinge of pink on the blonde’s ears. “Mine seems to hate me most of the time.”

The tension was already thick but Tsukishima’s silence made it even worse. Hinata, who had somehow managed to stay quiet throughout all of this, decided to finally speak. L/N wasn’t sure if he should love his best friend of debate on fighting him.

“Did I ever tell you what my soulmate is going to say to me?”

Hinata’s eyes were bright and shining, which would make everyone assume that he was just being annoying but he was trying to get the attention off of the situation. It also helped that he hadn’t shared that since the entire thing of L/N and Tsukishima had happened. The excuse of it wasn’t every day that teammates ended up being soulmates and it was excited that it had happened.

“No, I don’t think you have,” Suga said as he looked over at the ginger boy, who grinned brightly. “Want to share it?”

“He always wants to share it,” Y/N said with a laugh and he wasn’t sure if they all knew that he and Hinata had been there for their words.

“One day I’m gonna set for you,” Hinata said as he showed his wrist. “It’s exciting that they also love volleyball. I just don’t know if it’s going to be a girl because isn’t that something a guy would say to you?”

Thankfully, this opened up a whole other debate and L/N turned to leave and maybe even go to the club room and stay there. Or maybe he’d just leave and never come to another practice because no matter how confident he could act; Noya would beat him. It wasn’t something that destroyed him to know because it made sense and you can’t go against sense.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Tsukishima asked, his long fingers wrapped around the h/c haired boy’s wrist. If he really wanted to, Y/N could just break out of the hold and continue walking but he didn’t. “Well?”

“To the club room.” His voice is soft, unlike when he was cocky with competitiveness. “You’re free to join if you want.”

The hand let go of his wrist, which made it just fall limp to his side. He turned around to see Tsukishima looking at him with analytical eyes, which put him on edge. What would the blonde see that the libero wouldn’t want him to, or just not yet.

The effects of soulmates seemed to only be affecting Tsukishima and Y/N wasn’t sure as to why. There weren’t any feelings of wanting to be closer to the blonde. There weren’t really even any feelings of attraction. The middle blocker just existed and happened to be soulmates with him and that was that.

“Sure, why not.”

Yamaguchi said nothing when they walked past him, although it was obvious he wanted to. He wanted to make a comment about the sudden closeness between the two but it died before he even opened his mouth. Y/N wondered if the olive haired boy feared the middle blocker because he saw no reason to.

Did he see Tsukishima differently than everyone else? He didn’t see a real reason as to how he could. The blonde was just closed off and bitchy and the h/c haired boy had dealt with someone like that on his old team. He had gotten into a fight with L/N the second week into their first year because the libero just snapped back at any comments.

“So, you want to quit?” Tsukishima asked and the h/c haired boy looked over at him with a shrug. “Well, don’t.”

“Why?” Y/N asked as he tilted his head slightly and the blonde looked away from the other.

“Won’t be the same without you.” His ears were tinged pink. “Also, it shouldn’t matter if someone is better than you if you can obviously get better.”

A smile played on the libero’s lips as he looked the blonde over. “Are you trying to say that you think I’m a good player? Are you trying to compliment me?”

Tsukishima grumbled slightly as he looked down at the concrete. He was embarrassed and the h/c haired boy wanted to laugh but all he could do was smile at his soulmate. Moments like this were when L/N should find the middle blocker attractive because it was a moment where he was actually raw and not calculated like he wanted everyone to see.

“It’s not really a compliment if it’s a fact.”

Y/N stopped walking and stared at the blonde, who stopped in his tracks a couple of strides in front of the other. People had said that to him before and he never believed them. Sure, he knew he was a good libero but he wasn’t good enough in his book. Tsukishima saying it felt different though and the h/c haired first year would end up saying it was just because they were soulmates.

Soulmates always changed everything.

“Do you really mean that?” Y/N asked and his confident façade fell as he looked at the other with wide eyes. “Do you really think I’m good player?”

“Of course I do.” Tsukishima rubbed the back of his neck as he looked anywhere but his soulmate. “Everyone thinks so. Do you not?”

“Not really.”

Why was he telling the middle blocker this? They were merely teammates who didn’t actually talk about anything except for plays and when Tsukishima saved him from situations. He’d just blame soulmates because he didn’t think he’d start to actually want the blonde this fast.

“Why?” Tsukishima asked and he looked like he actually cared and it was too much for L/N.

“Maybe I’ll tell you another time.” He spoke fast. “I’m going to go to the bathroom. See you later.”

The blonde first year didn’t seem upset by the sudden change in heart and just moved to the side for the other to walk by. L/N started to run whenever Tsukishima was no longer in sight and ended up at the tennis court. Maybe he should’ve actually gone to the bathroom instead of receiving weird looks from the boys’ tennis club. He didn’t care enough to actually to turn back and fell to the ground to lay in the grass as he stared up at the blue sky.

He was scared to fall in love, even with Tsukishima. He was scared to fall in love with his own soulmate. How fucked up was that? Most people eagerly accepted the feelings that came with soulmates but those feelings just made him feel gross. It felt wrong. It all just felt wrong.

It didn’t feel wrong like this when he fell in love in junior high. It didn’t feel wrong to have a crush on Nishinoya. Why didn’t those feel wrong? Why did feelings concerning his soulmate feel wrong?

He didn’t like how it felt whenever Tsukishima gently touched his shoulder or small of his back the very few times he had done it. The feeling lingered until that night when he was in bed and it was all he could feel. It was all that consumed him to the point where he had to reach into his boxers and imagined it was Tsukishima’s warm hands instead of his own. After it was over, he felt so disgusting that he couldn’t look the blonde in the face for a couple of days.

Y/N hated how he always leaned in to hear more of what the other first year was saying. It was a soulmate thing because you always wanted to hear your soulmate whenever they spoke. He found it annoying and hated the way Tsukishima always turned his body towards him when he spoke. The way the blonde’s voice was deep and made L/N’s knees weak at times.

He wasn’t attracted to him though because it all felt wrong. It felt wrong to masturbate while he thought it was someone else. It felt wrong to be affected by a voice. It felt wrong to not even find that person attractive, even with everything else attached. Y/N wanted there to be something that made the blonde attractive but there was no spark there.

Takeshi had been attractive. He had made the h/c haired boy dizzy from his smile and how his eyes shined with excitement whenever he stepped into the gym. There was also the way he laughed and always leaned into the libero, which made his lightheaded. It all felt so good compared to whatever he was feeling with Tsukishima. Why did it feel so different?

*****

Tsukishima had grabbed his wrist during practice and pulled him out of the way of a rouge volleyball. Y/N wanted to scream at him to stop touching him because he couldn’t handle it. The thought of going home and eventually having to touch himself because it was all he could think about wasn’t something he wanted to do.

Instead he pulled away with an awkward smile before he went over to Nishinoya to practice more receives. Noya gave him a playful smile as he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Trouble in paradise?” He asked with a laugh.

The second year hadn’t been quiet about his crush on the first year. He was loud about it to the point Tsukishima glared at him constantly and asked Y/N to change his position to something that wasn’t a libero. The h/c boy said that Noya would eventually find his soulmate and the crush would go away. It wasn’t like they were going to fall in love or anything.

“Wasn’t paradise to begin with,” Y/N said as he tossed the ball over to the dark haired boy to start receiving in between each other. “Pretty sure he still hates me a bit but that’s fine. I’m not really ready to fall in love yet.”

Noya only nodded before he smirked at the other. L/N always wanted to know what the other was thinking but never asked. He never asked questions about anything. Never saw a reason to.

“Do you remember the first words you said to me?” The second year asked and the h/c boy nodded.

“Pretty sure I was going to kick your ass or something.” Y/N received the ball with more force than normal. “Why?”

“Just wondering.” Y/N caught the volleyball and stared at him. “I just find it weird that your soulmate is Tsukishima. It would make more sense if it were me.”

L/N wouldn’t necessarily agree. When he wasn’t having a crisis, he was more like Hinata but not to an extreme. He made more sarcastic remarks, quick comebacks, and genuinely happy the majority of the time. It was just that now he was using volleyball to avoid thoughts and feelings, just like he did back in junior high.

“Soulmates don’t work out how we want them to or how we feel like they should,” Y/N said, his mother had told him this when he said his was a boy. “We have to accept and let it all happen.”

“Yeah,” Noya said with eyes that showed he was trying to understand. “Let’s make people serve for us.”

Y/N nodded as he threw the ball over into the ball cart and followed his upperclassman. He wondered what his wrist said because he couldn’t see it through the orange sweatbands that covered both wrists. Was it embarrassing? Was he ashamed of it?

“Nishinoya-senpai, what are your words?” Y/N asked and the second year was getting used to being called the honorification, so the bright red face was now just pink blush on his cheeks.

“Doesn’t matter,” Noya said before he tackled Tanaka and the first year watched his upperclassman carefully.

L/N wanted to know why it didn’t matter but he was fairly certain he wouldn’t get an answer. Maybe it actually didn’t matter. Tsukishima and him being soulmates only mattered because they were on the same team and everyone had to deal with it. Hinata’s words only mattered because Y/N had been there to experience whenever the ginger received them. Sugawara’s words only mattered because he had told them to the first year.

Soulmate words didn’t matter just like soulmates didn’t. He started to hate soulmates again because everything was supposed to feel magical and perfect instead of whatever he currently felt. It didn’t make his heart race when he caught Tsukishima staring at him, instead it made him want to vomit. There weren’t moments where his face felt hot from the blonde. He didn’t yearn to be next to the middle blocker when they were apart.

L/N wasn’t in love with Tsukishima and decided that maybe they weren’t meant to be soulmates.

*****

Y/N had never been one to get sick. He had taken care of Shouyou when his friend got the flu and didn’t get it. He had never missed a day of school because he was sick. His mother had once said it was like he had a superhuman immune system. So, when he complained about being nauseated, his parents were slightly concerned.

“Have you been overworking yourself?” His mother asked as she made him some porridge. “I know it’s been stressful for you and handling the soulmate thing as well as not being a starter.”

“It hasn’t been announced yet who the starter is, we find out in two weeks. Remember golden week?” Y/N asked and his mother nodded. “I’m not going down without a fight, so of course I’m working hard.”

His mother put some of the porridge in front of him and he looked at it as if it would jump out at him. The smell wasn’t great but it also wasn’t bad. Hinata had always complained about the taste of it, so L/N was surprised when it wasn’t all that bad. He ate a little of it, his appetite still lacking, and was sent to bed.

Apparently it’s not allowed to practice if you don’t feel well. It was just another reason as to why the libero decided he would never get sick again. Sure, no one wanted to be sick but he really wanted to be at practice right now. He had started to get the hang of a rolling receive and Nishinoya was getting pissed over it. Y/N had reassured his upperclassman that he wouldn’t scream rolling thunder whenever he did it.

L/N wanted to be better than Noya or at least be proper competition because it was fun to bicker with him. He enjoyed having the second year as his friend and his crush faded slightly when he got to be around him to the extent he had been. They’d also be going up against Nekoma, a school he had heard about from some family that lived up in Tokyo as well as the new coach. Coach Ukai didn’t seem extremely qualified for the position but Y/N didn’t really care as long as he got to play somehow.

When he finally laid down, he felt the need to go to the bathroom. Hopefully, the porridge was just gross because was going to really refuse to be sick if he actually was. The race to the toilet was perfectly timed and he threw up not just the porridge but three white flower petals as well. He didn’t remember eating flowers. Was he really that sick to where he ate flowers?

He stared at the toilet bowl; the smell terrible but he couldn’t stop staring at those three white flower petals. Y/N heard his mother coming down the hall and he quickly wiped his mouth off with toilet paper and flushed the toilet. She looked at him so worried when she opened the door and he tried to reassure her he was okay; the porridge just didn’t sit well in his stomach.

She ordered him to go to bed immediately, even though he didn’t have a fever. L/N wasn’t tired and all he could think about was when he and Hinata walked to the three-on-three together. He remembered exactly what Hinata said, word for word.

“Y/N-chan, I know you don’t like that it’s a guy, but it doesn’t stop the fact that if you ignore it then you could get Hanahaki disease or Kirameki disease!”

L/N really thought that those things were myths. Only ever told to kids to scare them into making sure they love their soulmate. Those three petals said otherwise. He felt stupid now and wondered what he was going to do.

Hinata was right. You can get Hanahaki disease if don’t fall in love with your soulmate.

*****

L/N never had a fever, his appetite was just nearly nonexistent and he ended up getting a cough. He expected to throw up more but it was rare, which went against the symptoms he had seen online. If his mother was to look through his computer history, then she’d be concerned for his safety. He mainly looked at academic articles over it because he didn’t want to read fucked up fanfiction about celebrities having it.

A study had been done that if both soulmates didn’t like each other, Hanahaki wouldn’t happen. There was unrequited love when one loved the other but the feelings weren’t reciprocated. The only way to reverse it was to fall in love with your soulmate, which was shown to be easier than the libero thought it would be. That’s what statistics showed at least.

He was in stage one where only a couple petals appeared but not every time he coughed. He needed to avoid as many symptoms as possible. Symptoms for it could be coughing, vomiting, trouble breathing, fever, uncontrollable shaking, loss of appetite, low body temperature, and hallucinations. Y/N already had coughing, vomiting, and loss of appetite.

The first year was smart in how he planned to try to fall in love with Tsukishima. He started to sit next to him when he could and asked to walk home with him after practices. It was just that it wasn’t working the way he wanted it to. Kei (Tsukishima had told him to call him that) was actually funny when he wasn’t being a complete asshole.

He had even put his headphones on L/N and the libero learned that the middle blocker was into K-pop and J-pop. The two stopped in the middle of street because the h/c first year couldn’t stop laughing about it. Y/N looked up some of the groups the blonde had shown him and made vague comments about it during practice.

“Stop flirting,” Sugawara joked with a teasing smile. He was probably the most excited to see the two finally interacting in a way that wasn’t at each other’s throats.

“I can’t help it, have you seen him?” Y/N said and Kei chucked a ball at him in response, but the libero received it. “You can’t take me by surprise when it comes to volleyball.”

It felt like they were just childhood best friends and L/N had slammed his head into the wall next to the vending machine outside the court. Things between them had changed so much but he still struggled to form romantic feelings for the blonde. What was different between Takeshi and Noya compared to Tsukishima?

Takeshi had gotten into his face once. They were so close and he gripped his shirt as he screamed in L/N’s face to start acting like a libero. It was his first year and he was still new and clumsy with volleyball but the brunette didn’t care. Y/N got frustrated and stopped giving it his all but Takeshi didn’t allow it. Even though they had both been first years, the brunette was the only person to make Y/N get fired up to play.

Then he heard and saw Nishinoya play and it was almost like someone had lit a fire in him. He was antsy on the side of the court his first year and wanted to go against the other. Noya was stunning to begin with but his love for volleyball made him even better. L/N remembered when they had looked at each other through that net and he knew that everything just felt right.

“I hope you’re ready for me to kick your ass,” Y/N said to the other libero during warm-up. Nishinoya gave him a challenging look. “We’ll be going against Shiratorizawa.”

“Only way that’ll happen is if I give up.” Noya took a step closer to the other. “And I don’t do that.”

“Good because neither do I.”

Even though L/N’s team had lost in the end, he felt like he was on cloud 9. His love for volleyball was at an all-time high. His team was pissed at him for being so happy but Takeshi made the comment that it was rare to see two good liberos go against each other. It didn’t matter what it was but he felt like he was in love with Noya and volleyball.

Oh.

L/N realized that his crush on the two boys had started because of volleyball. The crushes grew when his love for volleyball grew. Their inspiration made him want to be better, love always did that though. He read about it.

Tsukishima hadn’t inspired him the other boys had. He showed no passion towards anything, especially not volleyball. That was why Y/N kept struggling to fall in love with him because there wasn’t an actual connection of a share interest. Sure, he could sing the lyrics to songs Kei loved but he didn’t love them himself.

There wasn’t a proper way for him to tell Kei that he didn’t love him, when the blonde obviously loved him, and it resulted in Hanahaki. He couldn’t demand for him to show passion for something he wasn’t passionate about. It was just that Y/N didn’t want to die. He wanted to play with Karasuno and go to nationals. He wanted to be in love with his soulmate.

If he told Tsukishima that, what would the blonde do?

*****

L/N had never been more excited for Golden Week because he loved practicing with his team. He loved practicing with Shouyou and how the ginger was so excited about everything. The h/c first year loved watching his friend run through the place they would be staying with wide starry eyes. Even though Hinata had inspired him to play volleyball, he never fell in love with him. Most likely because he had seen him as a brother for so long before that.

Kei placed his futon next to Y/N, which caused the two to be teased by Sugawara and Tanaka. Daichi shut them up and sent the two first years an apologetic expression. The middle blocker seemed more embarrassed than the libero, he moved his futon next to Yamaguchi’s instead. He didn’t like attention, yet everyone gave it to him, mostly girls.

“Do you not want to sleep next to me?” Y/N asked when no one else was around. “It’s okay if you don’t but ignore them if you do.”

“Do you want me to sleep next to you?” Kei asked as he took a drink from his water bottle. His expression was hard to read but the other knew it was because he was trying to feel out the situation.

He didn’t know if he wanted Tsukishima to sleep next to him. Part of him honestly didn’t care who slept next to who as long as everyone got to sleep and no one was bitchy in the morning. His old team had always been so bitchy in the mornings to the point he was told to stop being so cheery. All he had really done was say good morning during breakfast.

“I want you to be happy,” L/N said and he was sincere. “If it makes you happy to have your futon next to mine, then do so. I’ll deal with the others if I need to.”

Kei had a small smile on his face, the h/c first year nearly didn’t catch it. The blonde was pretty when he smiled but the effect would go away all together if he started to smile all the time. The barely noticeable smile stayed while he put his futon next to his soulmate’s but disappeared when it was no longer the two of them.

L/N smiled at him but there was a sadness to his smile. He still wasn’t in love with Tsukishima and he was to the point that he so desperately wanted to be.

*****

When Hinata ran off without the team, L/N and Sugawara were teamed up somehow. Tanaka said that Y/N and Tsukishima couldn’t go alone because they would get all lovey dovey. Tsukishima told them he didn’t want to look for Hinata and L/N said he was going to go look and would join someone if needed.

As he and Suga walked around, he started to feel a little sick to his stomach. The first year had grown used to this feeling but he was typically at home when it hit him. He really didn’t want to throw up his breakfast in front of his upperclassman, especially if there would be flower petals in it. Sometimes you don’t get to decide what you’re going to do.

L/N threw up on the side of the road and would’ve preferred a trash can but there wasn’t one around the two. Suga looked over at him concerned and the libero could hear him go to talk before he fell silent.

There was a fully formed flower in the midst of the vomit. A white candytuft, one of the more common Hanahaki flowers. It meant ‘indifference’ and usually given to those who had tried to ignore their feelings. He was getting worse and he knew it was because his efforts to fall in love weren’t working.

“How long?” Sugawara asked as he looked at Y/N. “How long has this been going on?”

“About two weeks. I’ve been leaving the gym to cough and the vomiting has happed maybe four times now. This is the first fully formed flower.”

“I thought you were in love with him,” Suga said and the first year closed his eyes.

“I want to be.” His voice soft and he felt he could cry. “I look at him and I want to be in love with him so bad but he’s not passionate about anything.”

Suga’s upset expression fell into a gentle one. He didn’t make an effort to move to comfort the other though.

“You’ve only ever been attracted to volleyball players, haven’t you?”

L/N looked up at him with tears running down his face. “Yes. They make me want to be better.”

“Are you still in love with Nishinoya?” The setter asked and the libero wanted to act like he had never been in love with the second year but they both knew that would be a lie. He had been just as obvious as Noya.

“No, I’m not in love with anyone.” He crouched down and put his face between his knees. “That’s the fucking problem. I’ve focused so much on trying to love Kei that I don’t even remember what feelings feel like anymore. How am I supposed to feel?”

“Your heart beats faster whenever you’re around them. You’re happy whenever they talk to you or you just see them.” Suga crouched down next to the other. “Life feels better when they’re around, even if it’s in mundane ways.”

“Those are all just soulmate things though,” L/N sniffled. “Everyone feels that for their soulmate.”

“What do you feel for Tsukishima?”

“I like being around him. He’s really fun to be around when he’s not as concerned with everything.”

The vice-captain placed a hand on the other’s back and it was comforting. Koushi’s touch didn’t feel like Kei’s and Y/N was happy about that. He wanted that to only be a Kei thing because he wanted something to only be a Kei thing.

“We’re going to figure something out,” Suga said and L/N started to cry harder because he knew they wouldn’t. “I promise that you’re going to be in love with your stick in the mud soulmate soon.”

“You can’t promise things like that,” L/N cried and Suga’s hand rubbed comforting circles on the other’s back. “You can’t get my hopes up.”

“Trust me, I always keep my promises.” He took his hand off the other’s back and stood up. “I’ll go find Hinata and we’ll come back around here. You can have a bit to yourself.”

Y/N nodded as he looked at the flower that stared at him from the grass. What would Tsukishima think when he learned the h/c boy’s flower meant indifference. The only way you got that flower was when you actively decided to no longer want your soulmate. There wasn’t much you could do to make yourself fall in love with someone past what he had done. Countless articles had said so.

He wanted there to be a universal thing that made soulmates fall in love. Typically just because they were soulmates did it but there were times this happened. He wondered if maybe he was aromantic but turns out their soulmates are strictly platonic and they’re matched with someone else who is aromantic. It also wouldn’t make sense because he had been so in love with Takeshi and Noya.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Someone asked and L/N had moved to sit somewhere that wasn’t the street. Tsukishima stood near him with a confused expression. “You’re not telling me that you got lost looking for Hinata.”

He called Shouyou Hinata whenever he was around L/N because the libero asked him to. Said it was fine to tease his best friend but he didn’t want to hear the teasing when it was just the two of them. Y/N had asked this with what Kei assumed to be fond eyes and the blonde couldn’t say no if he even tried.

“I don’t feel too great, so Sugawara went to look for Sho without me,” L/N said and realized he wasn’t lying when he said that. He still felt nauseated and like he needed to lie down.

“You kind of look like shit,” Kei said before he placed the back of his hand of the h/c forehead. “You’re a little warm but you don’t feel like you have a fever though.”

“I love when you say I look like shit; you really know how to woo a guy.”

Kei smiled at him slightly. “Just for you.”

It was moments like this when Y/N wanted to love him so bad. Moments where he wanted to reach out and just hold the other’s face between his hands and tell him all the reasons why he loved him.

“Do you love me?”

L/N didn’t mean to ask that. Maybe if he heard it, he’d love the other back. Maybe he just needed confirmation that he was allowed to love him.

“Of course I do, dumbass.” He took a step away from Y/N. “Why else would I come look for you?”

Because you’re my soulmate. Because you feel like you have to. Because everyone told you to. Not because you love me.

“Don’t know, thought you wanted to get more exercise in,” L/N teased and Kei rolled his eyes.

“Let’s get back to everyone, I don’t want to hear them go on about how long we were gone.” Tsukishima reached out a hand for the other to get down from the brick ledge better. It wasn’t even that tall but the gesture made the libero want to cry.

“Maybe they should have reason to tease us.”

Tsukishima ears went red, especially when the libero grabbed his hand.

“Shut up.”

“Aw, don’t be like that Kei,” Y/N pouted but they both knew he was only joking around. “I know you want me to talk always.”

As they walked back to the team, holding hands, Kei realized Y/N never said he loved him back.

*****

Tsukishima noticed more than he let people believe. It wasn’t like he suddenly knew someone just by observing but he could pick up tendencies people had. Tadashi’s ears turned red whenever he lied, which was rare. Hinata was livelier when he walked to practice with Y/N. Kageyama was always in a mood and the blonde started to think it was just the setter’s resting personality. Then there was Y/N and he couldn’t get a proper read on him.

Y/N always teased Kei when he thought was appropriate. After heavy moments, there was always something to make the blonde roll his eyes and get out of that atmosphere. He did it in front of everyone too. He made SHINee references more than the middle blocker wanted him to but at least no one else on the team knew what he was referring to. Y/N also called him Tsukki because he said he felt left out that Yamaguchi had a cute nickname for him but the h/c didn’t.

Tsukishima had grumbled and told him to call him whatever (he was then referred to as Optimus Prime) but he loved when the other called him Tsukki. He loved when Y/N did anything when he was near him because everything felt so easy. There was the argument that it was always felt that way with soulmates but the blonde refused to believe that. He wanted it to be special between them. It felt special to him at least.

L/N never told him that he loved him back though.

It had been eating away at him the couple days and it was finally the day of the Nekoma match. He was near Y/N, who had clenched fists as he glared at the floor. The h/c wasn’t made a starter and Noya had even fought with the coach about it. Said that Y/N could be used in the second set because he was just as good as the second year.

“Hey,” Tsukishima said and the L/N looked up at him with watery eyes. “It’s okay.”

That was the wrong thing to say and he blamed not being able to get a good enough read on the other. He blamed his soulmate for not being transparent with him.

“I understand that this is just some fucking club for you but it’s not for me!” Y/N screamed as he dug a finger into Kei’s sternum. “You don’t understand because you get to play while I don’t. I could’ve gone to Shiratorizawa and I don’t get to fucking play here.”

Usually, Tsukishima could get angry and throw sharp words at someone who acted like this towards him. He didn’t this time. He grabbed the other’s hand and just held it as everyone stared at them. Sugawara held back Noya, which was good because the blonde wouldn’t be as kind to the second year as he was to his soulmate. The feeling of the Nishinoya being a threat had went away when Y/N decided to start being around the blonde more. It went away when Kei felt like the other first year finally felt the effects of soulmates like he did.

“You’re right. I don’t understand and I probably never will.” Tsukishima paused when he noticed the h/c had started to cry. “You can scream and cry and do whatever but everything will still be the same.”

Y/N ripped his hand away before he wiped his eyes. Normally Tsukishima would find people pathetic for acting like this over some club but the boy in front of him was different. He was different because he was his soulmate and because he just loved him.

It was obvious though by the way L/N looked away from him and grumbled at the court again that he didn’t love him back. The realization made it crystal clear on how to read the libero. Everything the two had ever done together made sense now with how Y/N acted.

He was shy to touch and only allowed hand holding. Tsukishima had accidentally grabbed onto him one day when he tripped over something and the h/c refused to look at him for days after. He didn’t let anyone touch him unless it was Hinata but they were basically brothers. Any time that Kei had initiated something, there was tight smile on the other’s face as if he were being forced to deal with it.

Tsukishima had never walked him home because the other always said it was too far out of the way for him. Hinata had made comments of Y/N living the closest to Karasuno out of anyone on the team. The blonde had already known that was a lie and he assumed that maybe L/N’s parents were like his mother, who had tried to invite the libero to dinner the first time he had been walked home.

He watched as Y/N stormed out of the gym and Hinata follow after him, and he couldn’t get himself to move. A hand touched his shoulder and it was Sugawara, who looked as if he could see right through the blonde. Maybe he could but Kei did nothing in response to the third year. He stared straight ahead and tried to figure out what he was going to do with all these feelings.

“You’re allowed to be upset,” Suga said and the blonde looked over at him. “You’re allowed to talk to him about it. I actually encourage you to because he most definitely won’t.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Kei would just be cold hearted again and this wouldn’t bother him then. He knew though that the next time he saw the first year libero, he’d forget that. He’d just be happy to be next to him, even if he didn’t show it how most did. His affection was making a playlist of his favorite songs to show Y/N before he had even thought about letting him actually listen to him. His affection was keeping an extra hoodie in the club room in case the h/c complained about being cold. His affection was everything no one actually saw.

“Sure you don’t,” Sugawara said before he lowered his voice to a whisper. “And Y/N definitely doesn’t have a flower collection growing.”

Tsukishima froze in place as his upperclassman walked away. He didn’t move when Y/N came back with Hinata. He watched Noya tackle the first year and shower him in compliments. He couldn’t move because Y/N’s flower collection would be in his lungs and the blonde didn’t know what to do.

******

It was dark outside by the time everyone had returned to Karasuno High School. The h/c libero was still upset about the starting lineup and everyone knew. Him yelling at Tsukishima had been one of the lighter things he had done. There had been a fight with Coach Ukai where he had been threatened to be kicked off the team and Y/N told him to do it.

“There’s no point to volleyball if I can’t be a libero!” Y/N screamed and some of Nekoma stared at the sight.

“You’re still a libero, you’ll just play when rolling thunder kid can’t,” Ukai said and Takeda stood near them with a concerned expression. “It’s not that bad being on the bench.”

“It is though! I thought you played volleyball.” Y/N threw his hands up in the air. “This is fucking ridiculous because you’re pulling class rank on this when he and I can just switch out when needed!”

“Don’t speak to me like that!” Ukai yelled back and the libero stared him down. “I will kick you off this team.”

“Do it.”

Everyone stared at the two and Hinata later made a comment that he had never seen Y/N so serious. The h/c first year had a look that made everyone uneasy. It was almost as if he felt nothing and you were being forced to experience it.

“Hey, let’s not get ahead of ourselves now,” Takeda said, finally stepping in. “No one is going to be leaving the team today.”

Y/N had been quiet the entire way home and gave no attention to anyone except for Noya, who he quickly hugged. When he walked over to Tsukishima, the blonde was surprised about it. He had assumed that since the other didn’t love him and was in a shit mood that it would make sense for them to not talk. L/N was more vibrant and vocal when he hadn’t just been threatened to be kicked off the team.

“You’re walking me home, let’s go,” Y/N said and Kei waved bye to Tadashi, who looked as confused as the blonde felt.

It was nice outside, even though the summer heat was nearly upon them, and Y/N didn’t talk like he normally did. He was silent in a way that made anxiety build up in the blonde’s chest. He could deal with a pissed off Y/N but he couldn’t deal with Y/N when he was pissed and possibly had Hanahaki.

“It’s so fucking ridiculous that he thinks he’s qualified to be a coach just because he used to play,” Y/N said and the blonde looked down at his soulmate, whose brows were furrowed together. “I just feel so useless to the team now, even after I spent my entire junior high dedicating myself to volleyball.”

He stopped in the road and look at Kei, who turned to look at him. It was weird to be standing like this. They never stopped on their walk home unless L/N started laughing so hard he couldn’t walk anymore.

“In junior high, I fell in love with a guy on my team and I used volleyball to try to get rid of those feelings.” Tsukishima just stared at him with no response. “I don’t love him anymore. I don’t.”

He was struggling to say what the blonde didn’t want to hear. He hated lying so much and hated being betrayed by those he trusted but he would be okay if Y/N lied to him forever if he didn’t have to hear it come out of his mouth.

“You don’t love me,” Tsukishima said and his voice was cold and the h/c nodded.

“I want to though. I want to so badly.” Y/N was sincere in his words and Tsukishima didn’t expect for him to lie now, so he knew he wasn’t. “Please show me some kind of passion.”

“What do you mean?” The blonde asked as he tilted his head and leaned more into the other’s space. “Why do I need to show you passion?”

“Because I can’t love you and will die if you don’t!”

Y/N’s expression was blank but somehow his eyes held more pain than Tsukishima wanted to see. He confirmed that he had Hanahaki in those words and the blonde didn’t know what to say. Was he supposed to pull some fake passion out of his ass? He couldn’t do that, even if he wanted to and he did.

“How long?”

“About two weeks.” Y/N looked down at his shoes. “Got my first entire flower the day Hinata got lost. Suga went on without me because I was sick.”

Tsukishima wanted to be angry. He wanted to feel the need to scream and throw things. Instead, he felt sad because he wasn’t sure on what there was to do. Explaining why he loved the other wouldn’t make him want him back.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to break your heart.” L/N’s voice was soft and weak. “I wanted to keep you happy for however long I possibly could.”

Tsukishima watched the other clench his fists before crying. It was pathetic but it made his heart hurt more than he wanted it to. Y/N let out a wet cough and white flower petals ended up in his hands. Sure, the blonde was in pain but it was obvious that the other was as well.

“I’ll just fall out of love with you since you can’t fall in love with me.”

He thought it was a good idea. They could just back to pissing the other off and he could stop caring about how close Nishinoya stood next to the first year. The way Y/N grabbed him by the collar and yanked him down said otherwise.

“It doesn’t work like that,” Y/N spat out as he glared the middle blocker dead on. “Once you fall in love with your soulmate, you’re in love with them. You’re forever destined to be in love with me.”

It wasn’t fair that the blonde didn’t get a choice in this. He deserved to get a choice in if he loved the other or not, especially if L/N had gotten that choice. It wasn’t fair that he thought the other looked beautiful with wet cheeks and snot dripping from his nose but the other didn’t see him the same.

“Why don’t you love me?” Tsukishima asked and his voice was calm, which differed from the volume in his head.

“You’ve never really shown passion.” Y/N let go of his shirt and pushed him back slightly. “You got into the 3-on-3 but you never showed anything more than that. Passion is different than not wanting to lose.”

Kei stared at him, surprised he remembered the 3-on-3. He was surprised the other actually paid attention because he had never made it seem like he remembered the little things Tsukishima did. He didn’t notice things like the blonde did; he didn’t want him. Kei’s brown eyes focused on the 5’6 libero as his fists clenched.

“I’m passionate about you!” Tsukishima screamed as he pointed at the h/c. “I’m so fucking in love with you that it hurts but you say I’m not passionate about anything.”

Y/N froze and Kei wanted him to do something. He was angry and he didn’t want to say everything he thought or felt because he didn’t do that kind of thing. He bottled everything up but he couldn’t do that with the other anymore.

“I text you to make sure you got home because I want to talk to you more, even if we talked the 30 minute walk to my house. I love when you laugh at my comments and when you try to impersonate a song when you obviously can’t sing for shit.”

L/N kept staring at him like he couldn’t breathe. I kept staring at him like he didn’t know how not to. The fact that there were no interjections made the middle blocker continue.

“I’m honest with you and I’m not like that with anyone. I don’t give two shits if it’s apparently some soulmate bullshit because to me it’s just a you and me thing. You make me feel safe enough to say what I want to.” He stepped closer to the libero. “You make me fucking happy with your stupid comments and how you try to fix your hair before class even though it looked just fine before you messed it all up to fix.”

L/N’s breath hitched when the blonde took another step closer and the h/c first year finally looked up to where the two were making eye contact now. Kei waited a moment for the other to say something but he didn’t. Y/N continued to just stare at him as if he still didn’t understand what was going on.

“I actually want to go to volleyball practice because I can see you play. You’re amazing when you’re not on the court but you change the moment you’re in the gym,” Tsukishima said and he noticed how the other took a step closer to him. “You make me want to be a better player; to be on your level. If I’m on your level, then I can actually play next to you like you’d want to.”

“Is this really how you feel?” Y/N asked, his eyes cutting through the blonde. “Or are you just saying in hopes that I won’t die.”

“I wouldn’t lie to you.” Tsukishima looked down at the ground. “I also don’t want you to die.”

L/N threw his head back as he laughed. Kei stopped breathing for a second at the sight and sound. The 5’6 boy leaned forward into the blonde; his head landed on Kei’s chest as he continued to laugh slightly. Warmth spread throughout the blonde’s body and he refrained from wrapping his arms around the other.

“I hate you so much,” Y/N said in between small laughs. “You had to get pissed at me for not thinking you’re passionate for it to all finally click. You had to basically admit that I make you passionate.”

Kei wrapped his arms around the shorter male, who let out a deep sigh. They had never done this before and now it’s all the middle blocker wanted to do. He could basically hear their soulmate teacher saying that the effect of soulmates makes everything so much greater than it actually is.

“Can you do something for me?” Y/N asked as he pulled away enough for the blonde to look him in the eye.

“What?”

“Come closer,” Y/N said before he pulled the other down by the first and kissed him quick. “Thank you.”

Kei’s face was bright red and he couldn’t tell if the libero was flustered as well. He felt like both of them should be flustered and he moved down to the kiss the other again. It felt better than what he thought it would feel like. His mother had said the moment she kissed his father, all of those feelings were real and not just dreams. He felt the same right now, especially when the other looped his arms around his neck to keep him down.

“You’re in the middle of the street!” Sugawara screamed and Y/N pulled away with a laugh. “At least go home.”

“Do you guys always make out when walking home?” Hinata asked as he pulled his bike along and the h/c winked at the ginger, who shrieked.

“Of course, we don’t make out when we walk home,” Kei said and L/N pouted slightly. “He just happened to have jumped me.”

“I would never,” L/N gasped as he placed a hand over his heart. “How dare you accuse me of that?”

“Y/N-chan, I bet I can run down the hill faster than you,” Hinata said, bored of the conversation, as he put his bike down on the sidewalk.

“You’re on shorty!” Y/N exclaimed and the two started running.

“So, how is his flower garden?” Sugawara asked and Tsukishima jumped at the proximity of his upperclassman. “Did you kill it?”

“I think so,” he breathed out and the ash blonde nodded. “Unless he’s lying.”

They watched as Y/N tried to trip Hinata as they started to walk back up the hill. The two first year boys laughing, mainly L/N, and Hinata would scream a ‘not fair’ every couple of moments. It was the first time either of them had seen the h/c first year look so at ease in the month and a half of knowing him.

“I don’t think he’s lying,” Sugawara said.

L/N walked up to the blonde, beating Hinata back up to their stuff (even though he had technically lost by tripping the ginger five times), and beamed at him. His smile felt like sunlight on a cold day and his eyes were fully of warmth, something the 6’2” first year had never noticed before.

“I’m hungry, want to get something to eat?” Y/N asked as he grabbed the other’s hand and Tsukishima’s skin tingled. “It’s on me if you want to be cheap.”

Kei intertwined their fingers and nodded. “You’re totally free to pay for me.”

Y/N groaned and looked over at Sugawara, as if the third year would help him out. The ash blonde laughed slightly and looked over at Tsukishima.

“I think he wants you to pay,” Sugawara said and Kei looked down at his soulmate, who was pouting at him. “You don’t want to make him sad, do you?”

“Yeah,” Y/N said. “You don’t want to make me said, do you?”

Tsukishima sighed. The way the h/c looked at him was different and it made him want to do whatever the other wanted. He didn’t have a lot of money to spend but maybe he could spend all of it on his soulmate. He’d definitely do it if L/N kept looking at him with sparkling eyes and warm smile.

“What do you want to eat?”

“Pork buns!” Hinata exclaimed and Y/N started to laugh. The ginger was too cute for the libero to handle.

“I was thinking more of sushi,” Y/N said and then he looked at his best friend. “I was also thinking of it more as a date.”

Hinata’s eyes widened as he nodded and the libero laughed a little at him. He felt like he did before Takeshi and maybe the ginger would realize that. The decoy turned to the blonde and tried to give him a threatening look.

“If you hurt him, then I’ll have to kill you.”

“Shouyou!” YN exclaimed. “He’d beat you before you could even try.”

The two started to argue over how mean L/N was and e/c eyes met brown eyes, which made Kei look away. Y/N walked over and grabbed the other’s hand that he had dropped when he started arguing and smiled over at Hinata.

“As much as I love you, I really want sushi.”

He also really wanted to kiss Tsukishima some more because it was better than anyone had ever described it to be. He still felt warm all over and the other’s touch lingered on his skin but it didn’t feel like it used to. Kei’s hand was warm in his and he wanted to bring it up to his face to kiss.

“Come on, Hinata,” Sugawara said as he wrapped an arm around the ginger’s shoulders. “I’ll buy you some pork buns.”

When the two were gone, Y/N looked up at Tsukishima and grinned at him. He was going to get sushi for free. The other first year couldn’t back out of it now because he basically said he’d buy it.

“You ready to go, boyfriend?” L/N asked and brown eyes widened as they looked at him.

“Boyfriend?” Tsukishima asked and it was obvious the title affected him but he was attempting to make it not seem that way.

“Yeah,” Y/N said as he brought the middle blocker’s hand up to his face and leaned his cheek into the palm. “Is that okay?”

Tsukishima’s thumb caressed the skin and love swelled up in his chest. It had all hit him at once and it was so much more than he had ever felt for Takeshi and Noya, so he felt like he needed to make it happen. He needed to make sure that they were on the same page because he feared he would continue to have Hanahaki if they weren’t.

The soft and fond smile on the blonde’s face made Y/N lean into the touch. He wondered if they’d get to be affectionate like this more now. He hoped so.

“Of course, it’s okay, brat.” Tsukishima leaned down and kissed the crown of L/N’s head. The nickname held so much affection that the libero wanted to laugh. Only Kei would make an insult a pet name but it was okay. “It’s more than okay, you should know that.”

Y/N knew that but he had wanted to hear it nonetheless and it felt like he could finally breathe again.

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