#feeling pretty home sick now for the first time in my trip n would like a hug. from my mum

[dykefever]

how am i supposed to find a place to live.. when i am so sleepy 😔

[gglitch1dd]

Ever think about how horny reader is for Deku while she’s pregnant? I’m talking bout a wild beast. Before the pregnancy her sex drive was average but now she just can’t keep her hands to herself.

All she wants to do is have her big husband fuck her while she’s carrying their child, shocking Deku but he indulges her no matter how many rounds she wants and how tired he gets he just wants to spoil his wife during her pregnancy to keep her happy.

A/N: I love love LOVED this prompt. Honey I don't just think this, it lives in my head daily. Please!! I love prompts like this, keep them coming for Izuku (or Eijiro).

I can't help it

Husband Midoriya Izuku X Wifey Reader

Warning: PREGNANCY, Pregnant reader, breeding kink, hypersexual Y/N, SMUT, Squirting, multiple orgasms.

When you had figured out that you were pregnant, you were the happiest you had ever been in a long time. You and your husband had always wanted a little bundle of joy for yourselves and the fact that it happened for the both of you was a blessing you couldn’t take for granted. It was a magical and beautiful time, and one held in great secrecy too. The both of you didn’t tell the public at all nor did you tell any of your close friends until a good three months into your pregnancy.

Honestly, once you got past the morning sickness and feeling rather icky, you were pretty excited. You enjoyed watching your body slowly start to change. Izuku also found it ever so irresistible. You often found him putting a hand to your tummy, especially when you started to notice a little baby bump. From the moment he knew you were pregnant, he couldn’t sleep without you in his arms. He just had to know that you were safe and so was the little sprout in your womb. He would whisper and talk to the baby even before it could kick and respond back to his voice.

You couldn’t count how many times you had woken up from having drifted off before him to Izuku whispering everything he couldn’t wait to experience, all pointed towards your tummy.

It was fascinating watching and experiencing pregnancy before your eyes. You watched as your breasts grew, as you seemed to rounded up a bit, however the scariest thing was how your sex drive changed.

It was like someone had flipped a switch.

Almost completely overnight, you found yourself unexplainably horny. And it really took you by surprise when you were sitting in bed, Izuku just having come back off a shift that ended late. He put a hand to the back of his neck, a deep groan stumbling out of him as he slowly began to peel his hero uniform off of his body. At the sight of rippling muscles, his large scarred back and a groan stumbling out of his mouth, you were hit with a clench that took even you by surprise.

At first you tried to ignore it. And you really did. You were a real trooper trying to hide it as long as you did but you couldn’t stop yourself.

You just felt so needy. You wanted your husband and you wanted your husband to bend you over every surface of your house and take you like an animal. It made you feel so bad to objectify him in such a way, but every time you saw his body, heard his voice, smelt his scent… it was as if you were some crazed beast that couldn’t live without him.

You also missed him so much. It was almost like you couldn’t bare to be apart from him. Getting some anxiety watching him leave every morning and having to just sit at home and bake like an oven. It felt rather claustrophobic considering that the both of you didn’t want any of the public or the media to get wind of your pregnancy, so it meant no more spontaneous shopping trips or jogs around the neighbourhood.

However, you barely felt trapped in because half the time you were busy rubbing your sex trying to get off. Closer towards your fifth month of pregnancy, you couldn’t help it. Not even if you tried. It was like an intense cycle. You would wake up in Izuku’s arms and then feel the need for him to love on you, then you’d watch him leave and spend the rest of the day hold up in bed watching TV or trying to get off. It was like you couldn’t stop yourself. Even when you tried getting any work done, whether it be chores or any of your online work for the Deku Foundation, you often couldn’t stop the building ache between your legs.

Honestly, you were shocked that you held it together as long as you did. Until one fateful evening, Izuku and you were watching a movie together cuddled up in bed, but you couldn’t help but keep rubbing your thighs together. You glanced over at Izuku who had a large arm draped over your shoulder as his eyes stayed on the screen. He smelt like his fresh soap but also like a new fresh book and a hint of his cologne that never really went away.

He smelt so good.

And his calloused fingers drew circles on your skin, figureless shapes that traced on your skin patterns that didn’t make sense. Such big hands with such a large warm body and arm that kept you snuggled up to him. His body was warmer, often warmer than yours and it made you feel so tiny even now with a sizeable pregnancy bump. It didn’t help that his green curls were brushed slightly back but were that dark mop of green hair that brushed against his forehead. A strong yet soft face with freckles that littered his entire body, but warm green jade eyes that could stare right into your soul.

He looked so good.

You often couldn’t believe it. That this man, this adonis of a man, was your husband. That he made you Mrs Midoriya and slid a ring on your finger. Even more so that he was the man that impregnated you.

You drew in a breath.

Izuku turned to look down at you with a slight tilt of his head. An innocent look on his face as he seemed blissfully unaware of your lustful thoughts towards him. “Are you okay honey?” He asked softly, the sound of the movie playing in the background. You weren’t even sure what had happened after the first ten minutes.

You nodded your head as you forced a smile on your face. “Yah. I’m alright.”

He smiled, so glad that you were okay.

You weren’t. You wanted to climb him like the tree he was and jump on his cock till the sun rose.

“That’s good.” He squeezed you closer to him briefly, placing a kiss on your forehead before focusing back forward.

Your hands rested on your bump as you tried to focus on the movie rather unsuccessfully. This was the man who had placed the child inside you. The fact that you were carrying someone that you both created was enough to make a shiver run down your spine. You felt so happy to know that you were pregnant but now… now you felt another feeling you had never felt before.

You were Mrs Midoriya, wife of Midoriya Izuku who was the Number One ProHero of Japan, the symbol of Justice and Peace. You were his wife and you were carrying his child. His son. Inside of you was something so uniquely crafted that it would only ever exist once.

And you had managed to take his seed like the good wife that you were and plant it in your womb.

Fuck.

Izuku perked up. He had noticed that your breathing had turned heavy as he watched you. Your eyes were facing forward but they were totally glazed over. You were not paying attention at all. Your hands gripped your bump almost possessively as you sat silently at his side. Izuku sat up a bit, the movie long forgotten by the both of you as his eyebrows furrowed. Your whole pregnancy had been without fault but Izuku always had, in the back of his mind, fears that were enough to choke him.

“Honey?” You didn’t answer. “Honey?” You didn’t answer again. Now that really got Izuku concerned. He put both hands on your shoulders and shook you gently. “Y/N.” The stern tone of his voice took you by surprise as you turned to look at him. “What’s wrong?” He asked seriously.

You hesitated but you smiled with a breathy half heartedly laugh. “I’m fine, Izu. Just-”

“No, you’re not. You’ve been spacing out the entire movie.” He told you, half surprising you with how observant he was of your behaviours. His eyes held so much concern as he looked down at you. Green emerald eyes flicked down to your stomach briefly before putting a large hand on top of your bump. “Is it the baby?” His large warm hand just brushing against your clothed stomach made you release a soft moan as your eyes fluttered. “Sweetheart?”

You couldn’t hold back anymore. Either you were going to sneak your hand between your thighs for the fifth time today or you were going to jump him till you couldn’t see straight. “Izu…” Your voice was faint and almost sounded like you were exhausted.

“Yah.” He asked concerned for you, sitting up.

“I need you.”

“What do you need? Is it a craving? If so, I can go get it. Whatever it is.” He answered fast without hesitation as he turned to grab his phone, about to check whatever convenience store was still open at this time.

You grabbed his arm, instantly telling him to stop what he was doing. He froze as he turned to you. “No, Izuku, you don’t understand.” You told him, as you finally looked him dead in the eyes. For the first time since knowing you, Izuku saw something in your eyes he had never seen before. “I need you. I need you inside me, right now. I… I can’t think straight right now, all I know is that if I don’t have your dick inside me in the next three minutes, I think I’ll go crazy.”

To say Izuku was shocked would be an understatement. His face went red in surprise, you having genuinely caught him off guard for the first time in a long while. He had read that some pregnant woman could get hypersexual and others would lack the need for sexual encounters at all.

Hearing you so bluntly and so seriously say that you wanted him to fuck you was… well it was arousing to say the least. Izuku was pretty sure he was already half hard just by the second sentence.

He opened his mouth to speak, still absolutely shocked that this was actually happening.

“Izuku, may I use you?”

Without hesitation your husband answered. “Yes-”

A kiss went to his lips promptly shutting him up as you pulled him down to kiss you. A stuttered breath left your mouth as you immediately grabbed his cock over his sweatpants. A surprised gasp left his throat but you didn’t even register it as you let out a groan at the feeling of him. You hastily rushed to crawl over and hover over him. You pulled up the maternity sleepwear short gown to reveal that you were absolutely bare underneath, with not a single piece of underwear in sight. You were dripping wet. Slick lined the slit of your pussy and was even evident on the inside of your thighs. Izuku’s eyes widened as he watched you lift yourself up as you moved your hand down to stroke him up and down, aligning the pink tip of his cock to the entrance of your cunt.

It was only then that Izuku realised that you hadn’t stretched yourself out yet. “Y/N. Y/n wait-” A groan stumbled out of his lips as he felt your smouldering warm pussy stretch around him.

A loud moan stumbled out of your throat as you faced up to the ceiling, your eyes closing in pure pleasure. He felt so good. Considering that you had been knuckles deep inside of yourself for nearly a quarter of the day, you didn’t need the stretch. Despite being married for two years, you couldn’t deny that taking Izuku’s cock had never felt this good- and you loved your intimate times with your husband.

You let out a shaky breath as you slowly started to sink down, your thighs burning at you having to support your weight. Slowly you sank down further and further down his cock. The feeling of him going deeper and deeper inside you making you even more wet.

Finally you sank down, taking most of him inside you. Suddenly you felt your thighs quivering as you let out a deep moan. You hastly put a hand down against his chest, trying to hold you up, but Izuku quickly moved his hands to your hips holding you up like it was the easiest thing in the world.

Finally your high passed making you let out a heavy sigh as you tried to catch your breath.

“My love… did you just cum from taking my cock?” Izuku asked surprised as he looked up at you.

You gave him a meaningless glare but nodded your head. You tried to look down to look at your cunt, however soon found it impossible due to your stomach being in the way.

Izuku felt you tighten around his cock again. You didn’t waste a second as you moved up and then down. You were slow as you held onto his shoulder and one was placed down against the bed as you tried lifting you up and down his cock. You let out heavy breaths as you began to ride him, slowly trying to pick up past.

Instinctively, Izuku held you up and started doing most of the work for you. He slid down the rest of the way, down onto the bed, still holding you up on his cock. He fucked up into you making you moan as you started to roll your hips.

“Yes. Just like that Izu. Just like that.” You encouraged as you moved up and down his cock. Moans and whines were tumbling out of your throat without hinderance. You felt so much better now that you had him inside you, pushing against your walls and stretching you to the limit as he fucked into you. But despite feeling better, you also felt so much more in need for him now that you had him. “Yes! Fuck!” You cried out as you felt Izuku find a spot inside you before continuing to hit there.

You increased your speed as you hopped up and down. Whines escaped your lips for everytime your ass hit against his pelvis. You moved your dress up and off of your body, not even wanting the useless thing anymore. You had long foregone underwear nowadays, and no one could really blame you.

Izuku let out a deep groan as he felt you tighten around him again but this time your body locked and tensed as you came again. A cry came out of your lips as your cunt massaged his cock as you tried to milk him for all that he was worth. You felt so good.

Izuku let out a low growl as he lifted you up and off his cock, before pushing you down against the bed, swapping places with you. He spread your legs easily finding the perfect spot between them before sliding back in.

A groan came out of the both of you but a chuckle stumbled out of Izuku’s lips. He started to thrust in slowly, holding onto your thighs securely as to use them for an advantage. “You’ve been touching yourself haven’t you?” he asked amusedly. “Is that why you could take me so easly? It’s the only explanation considering that you weren’t wearing any panties, my love.”

You whined as you nodded your head. You lay back feeling helpless but so very aroused as you kept your legs nice and widely spread for your husband. “Yah. I couldn’t help it. I really couldn’t help it. I-” Every thrust felt deeper than the last making you gasp as you felt a particular one make you lose the ability to retain your breath. “Ah, right there. Right there Izuku!” You cried out.

“There?” He asked snapping his hips forward again, causing your back to arch with a high pitched squeal. A grin went to his face as he gripped your thigh tighter, planting one hand down onto the sheets underneath you before absolutely ploughing into you.

“YES!” You shouted loudly, uncaring of how slutty you sounded right now. Your voice was debauched and sounded nothing like you and yet it was. “Yes!” You let out gasping as you raised your hands to squeeze your tits. “Harder Izu! Harder! I need you deeper.” You urged as you tried moving your hips to taking more of him.

Your husband let out a low grunt, now too focused in pleasing you to formulate much words. He increased his pace, pushing your thighs further forward. Your cunt was creaming around his cock, squeezing him as you came undone around him.

“FUCKING-” This one took you by complete surprise as you could barely breathe. You were shaking in ecstasy, your eyes rolled back as you floated in pure mind numbing bliss for two long seconds. Unbeknownst to you, slick splashed against Izuku’s pelvis, wetting his cock as you had squirted around him. You finally gasped as you took in oxygen. “Oh my God! Oh my-” Words stopped formulating as you were being fucked through a mind shattering orgasm. Your eyes stayed rolled to the heavens as you let your husband pound into you till he felt like it. You couldn’t speak as you felt yourself mindless towards the pleasure, chasing it and pursuing it.

Izuku moaned carelessly as he fucked into you harder. You were so beautiful right now. Spread out in front of him, legs spread, eyes rolled back and your body limp to nothing but his actions. Your body jostled with every thrust, your tits hypnotising him but Izuku couldn’t help himself as he put a hand down to your baby bump. The cause of this whole situation. To think that you would find carrying his baby so arousing- carrying his baby.

“Fuck, your amazing. Your everything. Such a good fucking girl.” He praised as he could feel that he was reaching his limit. “All of this is just for you, baby. I’m all yours.” He reminded you.

You were aching for him to cum inside you, to have him remind you who you belonged to. To have his seed deep inside you. You wondered if this was the position that you got pregnant in.  

Your thighs shook as a hum went through your body.

“Shit. I’m gonna cum.” Izuku’s eyebrows furrowed as he held you safely. “I’m- I’m gonna-” Without a moments of hesitation, a deep groan left Izuku’s throat as he spilled inside you. Spurts of hot thick ropes of cum inside you that made you just relax, your muscles tired as you sunk into the bed. For the first time in weeks feeling fool satisfied.

Your husband let out heavy breaths as he stayed inside you, noticing how content you were there. You let out a hum as you moved a hand to rest over your bump with a sigh. You nodded your head as you looked up at him. “That… that was…”

“Fucking insane.” That made you giggle, causing you to tighten around his cock. He let out a hiss but loved the overstimulation of it all.

You giggled as you looked up at him with love brimming in your gaze, highly appreciating this. That did quickly change as you began to shuffle just a few seconds later, moving your hips as you slipped a hand past to fiddle with your clit. You bit your bottom lip as you clenched around his cock, looking up at him. “Do you mind Izu?” Your husband looked at you surprised at the question. “I can’t help it.”

He had just unlocked a monster that he wouldn’t be able to escape from till the moment your son was born. He wondered if he was brave enough to face it.

Considering that you had been walking around the home without panties for what could be more than a week…

He was more than willing to accept the challenge.

-Glitch1d

[tiredmamaissy]

Non-Unrequited Love

Non-Unrequited Love: Part I

Read Part II, Part III & Special Ep. I here. (Links are also below)

🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞

Characters: Lo’ak (18) x Omatikaya Reader (18)

Warnings: Slight NSFW, cursing, lots of fluff, lo'ak in rut

Word count: 3.6k

Authors Note: This series is really a continuation of one event. It has a slow start, but nearing the middle and end it gets pretty steamy.

Synopsis: You and lo'ak have been friends all your life. Everyone knows that you like each other, except the two of you. Fed up with him flaking on you constantly, you follow him one day and find out he's in rut. Now your alone with the love of your life, on a secluded island, whilst he's in rut.

Intro:

Lo’ak experienced his first rut at the early age of 17. He chose to endure his rut alone, until the girl of his dreams (y/n) had chosen him as a mate. It was rather painful and lasted much longer than normal – 3 entire days. His only form of release was himself. His father brought him to a secluded island, near to hometree, where he could go and endure his rut alone.

He’s had feelings for you since you guys were in your early teens. You two did everything together. You’ve tamed your ikrans together, learned how to use a bow and arrow together, and even got in trouble together. You two were inseparable and knew everything about each other. Nothing could pull you guys apart, and everyone around you knew that you were destined mates. However, you have also been waiting for him to choose you as a mate.

Despite the continual encouragement from his older brother, Neteyam, telling him to express his feelings to you, he still chose to wait. Thus, he has spent the last three, very painful ruts on his own. He had gotten used to the feeling and learned ways on how to cope with it. He would start by taking a bath in the lake, eat some grub, and embark on his, several, intense self-love-making sessions.

Coincidentally, every time his rut came around, there would be some sort of special event that he would have flake for. Outside of these special events, he deemed himself as a reliable companion. His first rut came on your birthday. The day of, Neteyam came to you and explained that he was extremely sick and needed to rest.

The second time around, he had promised to go with you on your first real hunting trip together. You waited on him for 2 hours at the meeting spot, before giving up and going back home. Later, Kiri came to you and explained that Lo’ak got in trouble for stealing his father’s assault rifle and that he was grounded for a few days. Seemed believable enough.

On his third rut, he promised to take you to the hallelujah mountains to a hidden spot his parents showed him when he was younger. He said he would make it up to you there, and that he’s been wanting to confess something to you. Jake himself, told you he was sick again, and that he would make it up to you another time.

Today, it was your uniltaron (dream hunt), where you were supposed seek your spirit animal. It was important to you that he showed up to this rite of passage. When Neteyam came running to you with his tail between his legs, head hanging low, you didn’t even let him speak.

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“Y/n, I – I’m sorry. Lo’ak, h – he, he -.” Neteyam stutters, out of breath from running to meet you at the tree of souls.

“No, not another word.” You say, tears welling up in your eyes. “He always does this! What is this? He is supposed to be my best friend. What kind of best friend misses this?” you cry, motioning over to the ceremony.

Neteyam looks sorry for you and tries to explain. “I know, but there’s a good reason, y/n. If you would just let me explain!”

“No.” you take your small dagger out from your chest and point it in his direction. “tell me where he is! Where is this bitch hiding this time?” you shout.

“y/n... I can’t.” you step closer to him, and he steps back, looking behind him trying not to trip. “I can’t tell you!”

“Neteyam, I will pluck the eyeballs right out of your face!” at this point, he’s on the floor and you’re towering over him, like a predator trapping their prey.

“He’s on the island! Okay? The island!” his hands are in the air, covering his face.

You calm down a bit and withdraw your dragger slightly. “Which island? Where?” Neteyam looks hesitant to answer.

It seemed as if he were trying to choose whether he wanted to be maimed by his brother’s crazy mate or face the rath of the great Lo’ak. Neither seemed very appealing to him, but he’d rather take his chances with Lo’ak.

“The island right across from here. You will find him there. But y/n, he is not himself right now. He’s not the Lo’ak you know and love. You should just wait for him to come back.” Neteyam warns you.

You hiss your teeth, “Love? Pshh.” you get up in a huff, fuming with rage, and make your way to your ikran, mounting it swiftly.

“Crazy woman... they’re really made for each other.” Neteyam mumbles under his breath, shaking his head.

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You had been to this island once with Kiri before, to harvest some sort of rare plant that is supposedly able to relieve a third-degree burn in minutes. You and Kiri got the plant, but at the expense of almost losing a few limbs. No one is really supposed to go here, primarily because of the large population of Thanators.

You have heard of a rumor though, that there is a hidden spot, nestled deep into the jungle, where na’vi go to mate before Eywa. It’s supposedly some sort of obscure spiritual sanctuary, that only higher ranking na’vi like the Olo’eyktan, Toruk Makto, and other great warriors know about.

This didn’t stop you, though. The blinding rage that courses through your body is enough motivation to fly there just to maim Lo’ak. What was happening here that was more important than your ceremony?

Your ikran makes a large thump when you land on next to a tree on the island. You dismount her and explore your surroundings. You can recall most of the island, seeing that Kiri would not let you leave until you sourced that ridiculous plant.

With your bow and arrow in hand, you lean against the trunk of the tree next to you, “Lo’ak! I know you’re here. Come out!” You yell.

Lo’ak is hiding high in the canopy of the tree directly above you. He peers down at you, squinting his eyes to get a better look. After confirming that it is indeed you, he takes a deep breath to steady his heart rate.

Why is she here? How did she figure out where I was?

His breath steadies, and his heartrate slows. His rut was approaching any minute, and he was finding it hard to keep calm. The girl he’s loved for so long just stepped foot into a secluded island with him while in rut, what could possibly go wrong?

“Lo’ak! Come out, come out wherever you are” you taunt, just like when you were playing hide and seek as kids. You slowly load your bow with an arrow.

He studies your posture, seeing that you’re armed, and angry. He removes his dagger out of its casing and climbs down on the branch below him. He’s calculating his every move, planning out exactly how he’ll deal with you.

Just as you were about to give up and search another area, something large and heavy attacks you, pinning you to the ground. You shriek from the unexpected blow, huffing and puffing from the pressure in your chest. Your hands are trapped under your own body, and its paw is holding your head down firmly. It exhales hot air onto the back of your neck, making your ears perk up.  

A Thanator? Shit!

You go into fight or flight mode, and surprisingly for a mighty warrior like yourself, you choose flight. You know you’re no match for the jungles biggest and baddest predator. You begin to wriggle underneath it, trying to release yourself from its tight grip so you can make a run for it back to your ikran.

“You should not be here.” the Thanator speaks.

Surprised, you look behind you to see Lo’ak pinning you down, with his knife out.

“Fuck! I thought you were a fucking Thanator, Lo’ak. Great Mother. Never do that to me again.” He releases you from his grip, letting you scurry away.

“I may as well be.” He spits, through breathless pants.

You put away your bow and arrow and put your hands in the air. “You too.” you look wide eyed at the dagger in his hand. He carefully places it back into its casing.

“Why are you here?” he says in a cold voice. It stung to hear the man you secretly loved didn’t want you here.

“Why are you here?” you ask back, crossing your arms over your breasts.

He looks down, and takes note of the placement of your hands, staring a little too long. He looks back up at you, with emerald, green eyes, “I’m trying to protect something very valuable to me. But it’s not working out how I planned.”

You take interest in the sudden change of his eye colour, but you find what he just said more interesting. Intrigued, you ask “Protecting what? If it that valuable to lock yourself away on an island, you could have just roped me in for some help, Lo’ak.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “It is not a what, it is a who.”

“A who?” that stung even more. Who’s more valuable than his best friend? You look down, deep in thought, trying to think about who could be so valuable to him that he would miss your ceremony to protect.

He sees the sadness in your face and feels sorry for you. “It is you, y/n.”

“Me?” butterflies flutter in your stomach, “how is hiding on an island and missing one of the most important ceremonies of my life ‘protecting’ me? Protecting me from what?” you’re so confused, and ready to solve this mystery once and for all.

“From me.” He states, his pupils morph into slits and his green eyes glow even darker.

You hear his breaths become raggedy as he starts backing away from you into the darkness.

“Protect me? From you? Lo’ak...” you chase after him. 

“Y/n, go home.” He walks away from you, climbing back up the tree.

You’re not taking no for an answer this time as you’re on the verge solving this mystery. You climb up the tree behind him, getting a whiff of rain and leather hide mixed together. You look around to see if it’s raining, and to your surprise it’s not. All you can see is the bioluminescence of the flora around you.

“No, tell me Lo’ak. What is it? I’m not leaving until you tell me!”. You catch up to him and tug on his tail, “seriously Lo’ak, I thought we were close, but I guess I was wrong.” your voice lowers into a whisper.

His face grimaces, you can see the hurt in his eyes from what you just said to him. This, on top of the very little self-control he has left makes him snap at you, “I’m in rut, okay? Are you happy? You should go, I can really feel it now.”

He makes his way further up the tall tree, with you following closely behind him. “Lo’ak! Rut? You mean the thing that we learned from Mo’at about the na’vi cycles?”

“No shit, y/n.” he hisses.

“I didn’t know you got yours already, I’m still waiting for mine.” You whine, a bit jealous that he got his first.

How does this boy climb so quickly? You’re panting, at this rate.

He stops abruptly, pulling you aside onto the large branch that he’s standing on. You look at him intently, the beads of sweat on his forehead drip onto his chest, which is glowing under the night sky. Big green saucers for eyes look back at you, as he takes your hand in his.

“I have spent my last three ruts alone, on this island, by myself. Each of those ruts, I had something planned with you and had to make up an excuse so that I wouldn’t hurt you. When I’m in this state, I’m delirious, completely out of control. I have these... urges, that I can’t stop, and with the way I feel about you... I – I don’t think I’d be able to keep myself back. So, I come here, with the help of my father, and hide for the three days that it lasts.”

That was a lot to unpack. For a minute, you’re speechless, just registering and processing all that he just said to you.

How he feels about me? Urges? Three days? Doesn’t rut usually last a day, at most? You had so many questions, but nothing was coming out.

You may be a bit slow, but you are no fool. As the puzzle pieces together, it dawns on you that he has feelings for you, and to protect you from the animalistic... sexual, urges, he locks himself far away from you. How romantic.

He looks at you for a while, waiting for a response, to be met with nothing. He scoffs, drops your hand, and looks away, “I knew I shouldn’t have said anything. Go home, y/n.” he starts making his way towards the trunk of the tree.

“Wait!” you grab his arm and pull him towards you. “I, I – I have these feelings too, Lo’ak. I’ve had them for some time now. Every time you flaked, I felt stood up. I’ve been waiting for you to choose me, first.” you look away, shyly.

“Y/n. Are you saying that you want to be my mate?” he grips both your arms, staring deeply into your eyes.

“Yes. I’ve always wanted to be your mate, Lo’ak.” You whisper, as if other people could hear your confession.

He can’t help but smile at you, searching your eyes to see if you’re being honest. He swallows his spit, and glances down at your lips. You notice this, and glance at his lips, too. The tension in your chest is intense, it feels like knots in your heart. He inches closer and closer to you, close enough for you to hear his quick heartbeat. His lips crash into yours, hungry and inexperienced.

Not knowing what you’re doing either, you kiss him sloppily, using your tongue to explore his mouth, your teeth clinking together. Both of you reeked of desperation. All these years, you’ve looked at your relationship with him as unrequited love – a girl who settled to be his best friend. Unbeknownst to you, he’s felt the same way about you this entire time.

This is what the sky people would call ‘making out’ it seems. His tongue wraps around yours, much like his arms wrap around your waist. He’s never touched you like this before, in fact, no one has ever touched you like this before. You’re so nervous that he picks it up.

He pulls away from your lips, “What is it? Is this, okay?” He pants, trying to catch his breath.

“Yes... it’s nothing. I’ve just never done this before. I don’t really know what I’m doing.” you too, are panting and trying to catch your breath.

“It’s okay, me too. We’ll learn together, just like we do everything together” he smiles before he leans back in and kisses you excitedly.

His hands explore your body, in places he’s never touched before. They make their way up and down your back, and then around to your breasts. He brushes past them, unintentionally flicking your nipples that peak through the thin cloth on your chest. A soft moan escapes your mouth into his, as you flinch from his touch.

“Sorry.” He apologizes, breaking the kiss.

“No, it felt good. Keep going” you demand, kissing him back.

His hands work further down, past your stomach, down to your lower thighs. Your body moves on its own, rolling and whining to dance with his hands. At this point, he is groaning too, allowing his own body to succumb to his ‘urges’.

You start kissing his neck, and make your way down to his collarbones, caressing the dip in them with your tongue. He closes his eyes, savouring the pleasure that he’s feeling, breathing in your natural scent. The bulge in his loincloth becomes more and more visible, something you’d never seen before. You were curious to see how it feels, if it was really as stiff as they make it seem to be.

You allow your hand to move slowly down his stomach, playing with his belly button on the way down. You cup his bulge, squeezing gently, trying to feel the shape of his member. He jerks slightly, from the sudden touch of his most sensitive area. Soft moans evade his mouth, while he lets his hands move from your thighs to the soft flesh between your legs. You gasp for air as he rubs your most delicate area.

“Whoa. You’re really wet, y/n” he says, making an innocent observation.

“And you’re actually rock-hard” you look up at him, surprised.

His vision becomes hazy, and his heart starts thumping. He tries his best to fight the feeling, and continue to have this moment as himself, but his rut is proving to make that difficult. He lets go of you and takes a deep breath while stepping back.

Did I do something wrong?

“Y/n. My rut. I can’t fight it anymore. We should really stop here.” He says through clenched teeth and furrowed brows.

“Then don’t.” you say, stepping towards him, grabbing his hand.

“Don’t?” he shakes his head, confused and foggy.

“Don’t fight it, Lo’ak. I am here now, and if we are destined to be mates...” you stroke his queue with your other hand, “then is it not my duty as your mate to be with you, now more than ever?”

“Yes. But you don’t understand, y/n. This is not my first rut. I – I can’t control it. No matter how hard I try, it is insatiable. I don’t want to hurt you, especially during our first time...” He takes another step back.

“I want it. I’ve been wanting this. I am ready, Lo’ak. Besides, you owe me for all those times that you stood me up” You giggle, lightening the mood. You cup his face and stare deep into his dark green eyes. “I trust you.”

He shakes his head, “Agh. Okay. But you must listen to me and do exactly as I say, y/n.”

“I’ll do anything you tell me to do.” You look up at him, smirking.

He takes your hand and hurries all the way up to top of the tree, where his hide out rests. There is a woven mat, food, water, and other necessities. It’s nestled among several branches that veer off in all directions. It really looks something like a prison; it saddens you to know he had been dealing with this while you were upset at him for not showing.

He quickly packs his bag with some supplies and food and calls for his ikran who is resting, quietly hidden in the canopy.  There is a great sense of urgency in him, as the height of his rut is fast approaching. You both mount his ikran, and you sit comfortably between his legs. He steers the ikran with one hand, and wraps his other hand tightly around your waist. You soar through the sky towards a small hill deep in the thick of the jungle.

“Should you be flying in this state? Where are we even going?” you ask curiously.

“I’m alright for now. We’re going to a sacred place that my father showed me once. He said to me ‘if for some reason you are lucky enough to mate with someone, bring them here to impress them.’” he chuckles. “Perks of having your father be Olo’eyktan and Toruk Makto, I guess.”

So, the rumor is real. Huh.

The landing is rough, probably due to Lo’ak’s foggy state of mind. He disconnects his queue from his ikran and dismounts him. You hop off on your own, taking in the view. This hidden, sacred place leaves you breathless. The flora glowed in the night sky, as the waterfalls burble into the large, crystal-clear lake. Vines and panopyra dominate the woodland, wrapping around and hiding between the shrubs and trees. Even Lo’ak was glowing before you, hazy eyed.

Woodsprites float like jellyfish, surrounding Lo’ak, and then you, bringing the two of you closer together. “Does this mean that we are destined to be?” you ask, jokingly.

“Maybe.” He says, seriously, taking his queue and holding it in front of him. “Are you sure you want this?”

You take your queue and hold it in front of you, looking at the tendrils dancing before you. “Yes, do you want this?” you bring your queue closer to his.

“Yes. Definitely, yes.” Your queues come together, creating a spark that only the two of you can feel.

Your eyes dilate, ears lay flat, and your lips part ever so slightly – you are both connected through tsaheylu now. You feel his breath, his heartbeat, his rut. It feels like a deep sensation of sheer frustration, not only sexual, but a craving for a deeper, emotional connection, expressed through sex. Your tail sways back and forth as the feeling travels through every inch of your body.  

Do you feel it?

You’re taken aback by his voice in your head. You swore you didn’t see his lips move. You look at him, really concerned that you’ve gone mad, searching his eyes for an answer.

“Tsaheylu makes it so that we can hear each other’s thoughts.” He speaks.

Like this, my pretty girl.

You smile at him, embracing your mate.

Now we are mated, before Eywa. Your chest gets hot.

For life. He kisses you passionately.

Read part II & III here:

Part II:

Part III:

Special Episode I:

[simplyjake]

Enha hyungs with filo!reader

summary: meeting the fam and visiting the philippines with your lovely boyfriend!

a/n: this is VERY self indulgent yall. im filo-american

i think its fully gn!reader.. let me know of any mistakes!

Heeseung

All da titas LUV hee

Girl atp during your family parties

You enter and ur man isnt with you

“Anako where is your boyfriend”

Like damn my bad tita i thought you wanted to see me more

Yk… your niece/nephew

The younger kids love him

Hes the life of the party

This goes without saying but you teach him a lot of tagalog

Or whatever dialect you speak!

You taught him putangina mo and he hasnt stopped saying it since omg

“Yo jake”

“Hmm?”

“Putang ina mo”

LOLLLLL

You teach him how to make your favorite meals

I think heeseung would really enjoy bibingka 

Though let me just say

Good luck getting your man back during a party fr like

If hes not doing karaoke w the titas, hes playing mahjong with the uncles, if not them your older cousins steal him to game and the young kids love playing house with him

And once you found him with one of your cousins babies in the room as he sings them to sleep 

like which one gave him that baby please..

Jay

Okay so jay

When you brought him to the philippines for the first time

Pookie LIVED at the mall of asia let me tell you

Like honey we still gotta do everything else

Jay would love baguio too

Doesnt even care if they are over paying him for the taho he LOVES IT

“Jay pls stop talking to them in english theyre overcharging u”

“Womp womp i dont care this street food is fire” 

Did he fr just womp womp you…

He said this after getting said taho

You made sure he knew how to bless the elderly before you meet everyone

And he makes sure he does it to all the lolas and lolos in your family!

Hes just in awe with the country and how pretty it is

He asks your parent how to cook some of your fav dishes

Just so he can make it at home whenever you feel homesick

He actually had to buy a THIRD luggage for yall cus he would not stop buying souvenirs and clothes when you went.

I think jays fav filo dish would be balatong idk

I dont make the rules

Tbh i kinda do

Anywho

After the trip jay has a talk with you

He really wants to have a house there for whenever you visit and have it be next to your family home :( so cute

Makes plans to propose at your favorite place in the ph!!

Jake

Ok jake

The titos LOVE jake

Honorary filipino of the family fs

Your younger girl cousins are all over him HELP

“Can i have my man back”

“No.”

“You heard them y/n, i guess i have to stay with her”

Oh hes sick

Constantly offered your lola to help cook 

She said no plenty of times but he wouldnt take no for an answer!

You took him to visit paoay 

LOVED IT THERE

Jollibees number one fan

LIVES for the pineapple quencher got it anytime he ordered

Hesitant on the cheese and ube pie

Ended up buying like two during the visits

Jake love love loves igado

Its now one of his favorite dishes

His fav dish tho was the empanadas by the small shop near your house

After the trip he is now officially in the gc u nd ur cousins have

He was already planning your next trip back

Even though youre halfway through this one

Like babe let's maybe finish this before anything else ok?

Sunghoon

Since hes a bit on the quieter side

Hed be a bit awkward meeting everyone first 

If you're in a filo family yk how they are when you bring a man home oml..

But in the end

He fits in well with your family fr

Also hot take

I think sunghoon loves balut 

I cant remember if any of the enha members have tried it before so forgive me

But i just feel he woul enjoy it the most

Loved the beach trips you and him would take 

He buys the silly “I love the Philippines” shirts

Gets a few little trinkets to display around the house

Became friends with your tourist guide

Now they follow each other on facebook

Based off true events

Talkative s/o and bf who listens

You tell him all about the history of the places you visit

And he looks at you absorbing all the info you tell him

[ahhhwomen]

Plan Set in Motion

Trigger Happy AU

Part 4

Pairing: Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

A/N: Now things will finally start being put into action, heed the warnings people… Like seriously, I can’t believe I wrote this. This shit is deeply disturbing. (Also please tell me how yall feel about Natasha in this one. ≖‿≖ ) Sorry about the late update, life be wild  ಥ‿ಥ

Disclaimer: English is not my first language. All mistakes are my own.

AU Warnings: Kidnapping, murder, Mommy kink, smut, pet play, death (not main characters), framed murder, violence, drugging, angst, obsession, dub-con/rape-con | Minors DNI 18+

Warnings Part 4: Allusions to heavy pet play, kidnapping, Mommy kink, pure violence, drugging, angst, framed murder, deeply obsessive behavior, a lot of blood, death

Summary: Officer Wanda has waited long enough, it's time for you to be hers. Even if that means getting rid of a few people on the way…

Word Count: 3323

Jessica never came home.

You had been a ball of stress when you woke the next day, after the coach incident. There had been no reply to any of the texts you sent her the day before. You even called her useless boyfriend in the morning, but still, nothing.

Jessica had always been a wild one. She was always trying to drag you into something, whether it be, parties, hangouts, or bizarre new activities. She had lured you into going bungee jumping with her once. She had complained about how no one wanted to try her new thing and how she was sick of going on road trips alone since this thing of hers was 3 hours away. You knew it was a trap, but nonetheless, after a week of complaints, you went with her.

She still makes fun of how she had to drag you out of her car when you saw what she had been insinuating.

One never really knew what she was up to. Yet, you had this feeling deep in your gut that told you to find her.

So that’s what you would do.

When you collided with someone, you had been running out the door, one foot barely in your shoe. Officer Maximoff was paying her visit. You can’t believe it was just this morning, it feels like ages ago, as you lay in the back of her car. Numb.

“Woah there, where are you going pretty girl?” Wanda smirked down at you.

The interview.

In your panicked frenzy, you had completely forgotten. You almost stumbled over yourself as you tried to string a sentence together while pushing past her. Too much was happening, and her arrival had not helped your messy state of mind. “I'm sorry Officer I have to reschedule,” she frowned, “I have to find my friend. So, if you can excuse me I just have to-“ You were almost past her when she repositioned herself in front of you, standing still as steel.

Her hands took hold of your shoulders, squeezing firmly, grounding you. “Calm down,” she fixed you with a stern but comforting look “What was that about your friend?” At the time you didn’t catch onto the malice in her tone as she dragged the word out, ‘friend’.

You know better now.

////

Wanda had been scolded by her commanding officer when she packed up to go interrogate you, especially since she was going without her ‘partner’. They both knew there was no reason to, but Wanda wasn’t going to let some mild annoyance stop her. Not when she was so close to getting what she wanted.

Plus, Jessica`s whining was starting to piss her off, big time.

“I'm just being thorough Romanoff,” Natasha looked unimpressed. They had been good friends since college. When they realized they were complete opposites in all sense but one.

Wanda had been quiet and preserved, while Natasha was the star student and outgoing. Their shared interests came to light when they had been paired up for a project in science.

They were in the middle of discussing two different methods of accomplishing their end goal when Wanda pulled out her notebook to scribble something down. However, it wasn’t until Natasha let out a gasp of surprise that she looked down. She had opened her sketchbook, a book that was filled with drawings from her perverted mind. This time she had opened the page where a woman was withering on the floor with a boot pressing into her chest and a collar around her neck.

Wanda tried to explain in a flurry, but Natasha had stopped her and shared that she had similar interests and that it was nothing to be ashamed of. They had fooled around a little after that, but quickly realized they both wanted submission from their other half and stayed good friends instead.

As they grew older, they both became more corrupt and would often discuss how they wanted to have someone so completely that they couldn’t function without them. To own them no matter the price. It was by chance that they ended up at the same station, but that wasn’t going to stop Wanda from taking advantage of it.

Wanda ran her hands down her jacket as Natasha made her opinion heard with just a simple scrunch of her eyebrows. “Don’t scrutinize me Tash, your just jealous you couldn’t claim her first.” The other redhead sat down on the edge of Wanda's desk. “Please, I haven’t even met the girl, I'm just wondering what could be so special about her to make you do something stupid.” Wanda fixed her with a glance. She knew the other woman found her obsessiveness to be rash, but she didn’t appreciate her tone, and she made it known.

Natasha raised her hands and leaned more into the desk. She may not completely agree with her friend, but she knew better than to anger her. “Fine, but if it doesn’t go according to plan, don’t come crying to me about it.”

Wanda grinned while producing her best puppy dog eyes.

The other woman huffed and pinched her pointer and thumb together between her eyebrows. This was going to give her a headache later, she could feel it. “What do you need?”

/////

You had been driven around for hours, Wanda had insisted she drive, but still nothing. You had looked everywhere, but there was no sign of her. The sun was already on the way down when Wanda said she should stop somewhere to get some food.

You were left in the car to ponder as she went in to order for the both of you.

The nice officer sure was a touchy woman. Throughout the entire day of driving and questioning people, she couldn’t seem to keep her hands off you. Whether it be resting her hand on your thigh while driving or holding you around your waist as you questioned people close to Jessica. You felt a bit guilty for how good it felt. Your friend was missing and yet all your horny brain could think about was how right the officer's touch felt.

You became aware of her presence again when the car door slammed shut.

You looked over, curious as to what she got, she already had her hand outstretched to you. Handing you an order of chicken nuggets from the kid's menu, she began happily eating her salad.

You blushed and let out a quiet “thank you” as she remained unaware of your embarrassment, well that answers why she was so unashamedly touchy. You were nothing but a grown child to this woman.

You grumble a little to yourself as you started eating.

While chewing on your food you look at the woman beside you. You had gathered close to no information about Jessica, but you had learned quite a bit about Wanda today. You figured it was her way of keeping you from spiraling. For every area and person failing to answer your questions, Wanda would talk a little about herself.

It started with you asking her why she was helping you, to that she had just laughed, saying how it was quite literally her job. Then she talked a little about how her work was mostly boring anyways and that she was almost a bit grateful for having something to do. You should probably have been offended by that, your friend was missing and this officer thought it was nothing but a silly mystery game to solve, but you couldn’t help feeling a little better with this information. At least you weren’t boring her.

She then talked about how annoying her work partner was. How “just because we are both single doesn’t mean I want anything to do with him outside of work”. Apparently, he had been trying to get with her since he started a few months prior. You could feel annoyance crawl inside of you, what an asshole.

She mentioned how her twin brother also went missing for a few days when they were younger. Turns out he thought he could live like Tarzan but returned 2 days after leaving because he got hungry. You laughed a little at that. That’s how you learned she was from Sokovia, you would have never guessed given the lack of accent.

She was comforting to be around.

You yawned.

Wanda glanced over at you as you started getting dizzy. Why were you so fatigued all of a sudden? Wanda leaned over to your side, taking away your food and fastening your seatbelt, you tried to get words out, but your mind was jumbled.

What- why wefvj ajsfklroelh….

////////

You wake up slowly. It feels like the world is spinning as you take in your surroundings. You were in your apartment, but it looks nothing like how it should. You have always been a bit of an obsessive cleaner and as much as a dust particle out of place could make you more than a little grumpy, so you can wholeheartedly say it’s never been like this before. Your coach was flipped upside down again, your living room was filled with beer bottles that were mostly empty and there was trash in every corner of the room.

Not only that but you feel really bad, with a headache stronger than anything you have had before and your jaw strangely sore, you become even more confused. When the grogginess begins to fade and sounds are more clear you become alarmed by a muffled voice in front of you.

Jessica.

She’s tied up to a chair, opposite of you, and has a ball gag in her mouth.

What the hell? You try to move around but a voice stops you. “There you go, baby girl.” You whip your head to the side in surprise. Officer Wanda Maximoff is standing to the left of you with a baseball bat in her hands. A baseball bat that you recognize. You had bought it as soon as you moved out, your father had always made sure that you knew how to protect yourself and advised you on getting something for your apartment. It had been left unused underneath your bed as a precaution.

What is happening?

Your mind is still messed up from whatever she must have given you, but you try to speak. “Gulrgh” only for you to gurgle instead. Suddenly the soreness in your jaw makes more sense, and as the rasp of what could only be rope, digs into your wrist and midsection you realized just how dire this situation is.

Wanda chuckles as you struggle against your bounds.

She goes to reach for your chin, but you flinch away. A resounding smack echoes in your tiny apartment. Your ears ring as you right your head up again. Wanda forcibly grabs your face. “I'm sorry honey, but Mommy doesn’t like it when you flinch away from her.” Her tone is condescending as she keeps eye contact with you. A wicked look in her eyes.

“Now,” she turns back and forth between you and Jessica, “I understand this must be very confusing for the both of you so let me clear some things up.”

“You see, ever since I was little I have had this need. It’s a need to protect those lesser than me. It started off as protecting other kids from bullies, but as time went on and I became older, that wasn’t enough.” She sighs as she begins petting your hair, now completely ignoring Jessica as she cries behind her.

“People weren’t worth it, they were ungrateful and always expected more. Until I meet you.” She is speaking directly to you now. You squirm in confusion as you look up at her. What is she talking about? You meet this woman yesterday.

Wanda smiles a sad smile as she sees your uncertainty.

“You were just so helpless and innocent the day I saw you in that coffee shop.” Your eyes widen. What?

“I know you don’t remember baby, don’t worry though Mommy will explain it all later. But first,” the redhead turns around to the other girl

“Mommy needs to take out the trash.”

“For if there is one thing Mommy has never exapted its sluts touching what’s hers.”

You try to scream as Wanda raises the bat high in the air. Jessica goes pale as a ghost while she stares at you. Wanda brings the bat down onto Jessica's thighs. A sickening crunch can be heard as your roommate shrieks behind her gag and her eyes close tightly. Wanda, now happy that she can't run, releases Jessica from the chair letting her drop to the floor.

Wanda raised the bat again, this time bringing it down onto the girl's arms and side. More crunching can be heard.

You try your best to scream for help, but nothing but loud chocks and spit can be heard. You sob as you watch Wanda go ballistic on your only friend.

It's only when Wanda sees the tears you are shedding for this girl that she snaps. If you ask her exactly what she did, she won't be able to say, but anger so primal lights up within her that she can’t control herself any longer.

Wanda makes it her only task in life to break every single fucking bone in this whore’s body.

It's only when blood begins to scatter onto every surface known to mankind that Wanda takes a breather. After a few more swings of the bat, and a good number of choked sobs from Jessica, of course.

You try to tell what she is doing as she stands more fully and walks over to you.

Blood splatter adored your face.

“Oh, my pretty girl,” Wanda says as she wipes a tear away from your bruised cheek with her bloodied hand. “You are so beautiful, even more so when you cry. Come on baby, beg me, beg me to stop.”

You gurgled on your spit around the gag, desperately trying to form words. “Mmm” Wanda moans in a breathy tone, you look delectable when you are helpless.

She brings the bat down on the girl again. And again. And again. And again.

Bones breaking like sticks under her rath makes her feel even better, god she should have done this ages ago. Your pathetic sobs and hiccups in the background is the cherry on top. After a while the bat isn’t enough, she needs to feel her prey in her own two hands. Jessica is long dead, but that doesn’t matter. She wants to cut her to pieces. To trash her body, ruin it, ruin you.

As you try to loosen the rope digging into your wrists, the redhead takes an empty beer bottle from the table. Smashing it into the ground, pieces fly in all directions, you can feel something lodge into your leg. You grind your teeth against the rubber of the gag and sob even harder, but Wanda doesn’t notice. She's holding the broken bottle in her left hand now, while her right, holds up the smashed head of your roommate. Wanda kneels down, towering over the deceased body, she begins carving into Jessica's pale skin.

You want to hurl.

Wanda takes her time, carving a pretty picture into the once face of your friend, she makes sure to sit in such a way that you get a clear view of her doings. If it wasn’t for her instructions to Natasha, she could do this forever. Nonetheless, they will be here soon. Which means Wanda needs to wrap things up.

There is just one more thing.

When Wanda stands up you press yourself as far into your chair as you can. You don’t know who this woman is, but you now know what she can do. And you are petrified. The older woman moves slowly. Like she is trying not to spook a scared animal. You want to kick and scream, even as you sit there frozen, the fucking impudence of this woman. Looking at you like you are the crazy one while her body is covered in the flesh and fluids of your friend.

The stench of the scarlet liquid becomes even more pungent as Wanda leans over you to grab the kitchen knife that lies behind you on your counter. You want to slap yourself for not seeing it sooner. As she inches away from you, she stops halfway. Her knee makes contact with your crotch as she decides to slide against you while dragging the knife slowly down your chest.

Some things can't be helped. When you look at her like that, she has to. You look so perfectly scared, so submissive under her. As she trails the edge of the blade down your stomach, she debates whether or not to take a detour from her plan, but the time on the microwave in your kitchen quickly silences her mind. If she wanted to get you out before they get here, she needs to act quickly.

You let out a relieved sigh around the gag as she gets off of you.

She knows it's overkill, but even after getting you for herself the entire day, the image of the filthy girl's ungrateful hands around your waist has edged itself into Wanda's mind. She doesn’t want her sour feelings toward yesterday's garbage to taint her future with you. With a new vigor to her movement, the redhead paints the ceiling red as she brings the knife down a few rounds.

You sit there in complete silence as you watch Wanda's madness take its true, and hopefully, final form. Your eyebrows feel like they will hit your hairline as silent tears drop faster. Jessica's hands now detached, Wanda drops the knife and stands.

Even as she gets closer you don’t move an inch. Your eyes are stuck on the pile of blood and body parts. What has she done? Who is this woman? Why you? Why don’t you hate her for what she has done to Jessica?

Wanda pities you as she sees the questions that will never be answered swirl around in that small head of yours. She wants to let you be for a little, but no time like the present.

As sirens ring outside your apartment building and heavy boots run up the staircase Wanda cuts you loose. She takes action into her own hands as you seem to have gone inanimate. Gathering you up in her strong arms she makes sure to leave by the fire escape. It’s a bit tricky to get you both through your small bedroom window, but she manages.

She was expecting a fight as she blindfolds you and lays you in the back of her car, but you remain unresponsive. As she closes the door she can see a nasty gash with a piece of glass sticking out on your leg. She cringes a bit while driving home, she definitely overdid it. She vows to herself that she will make up for it after she settles you into your new home.  

Everything will be fine now honey, Mommy is bringing you home.

[adventuringblind]

Drive With You Forever

Chapter Fourteen: The Rise and the Fall

Max Verstappen x Charles Leclerc x Lando Norris x Reader x Oscar Piastri

Chapter summary: Charles has a theory, Lando and Oscar get a better car, they group takes a trip to America to learn more about our reader

Warnings: Ferrari strategists, blood, mentions of death, gore, mentions of past abuse and neglect, medical abuse and malpractice, no graphic descriptions but r*ape is alluded too, panic attacks, mentions of sickness, cults, witchcraft is mentioned along with burnings

Notes: This one was hard. It gets really dark so please read the warnings.

Also, thank you for all the support for my writing! I'm terrible at responding to comments, but I want you to know that I see them and I appreciate every single one of you!

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It’s always weird when things go back to normal. It feels temporary. Like she’ll never be able to rest easy because something else is going to happen.

Even when they’re here, relaxing after a race.

Things had been so crazy lately that none of them wanted to join in on the after party. Instead, they all lay comfortably with each other.

"So I have a theory." States Charles. His body splayed out at the foot of the bed. Next to him is Oscar. Max is laying the correct direction woth his legs over the top of the other two. Then Lando and Y/N are leaning against the bed, curled into each other on the floor.

"That's dangerous." Snickers Max. He receives a scowl from the Monegasque.

"What's your theory, Charlie?" Pipes the girl on the floor. It's never mattered the idea or thought. She always wants to hear it.

"At least one person wants to hear it." He grumbles. "Anyway, y/n has four entirely different abilities, and now she has four partners. Do you think it was meant to be?"

"It is an odd coincidence." States Oscar. He looks up from his phone and considers the statement.

"We could see if there's more to it than you know." Lando says into her hair.

It's not something she would've considered a year ago. But now, with everything she's survived, maybe it would be worth a look around. Show her boys where she used to live.

It's not pretty by any means, but it is a part of her.

~

Before they could take a trip to her home, they had to get through Silverstone. Lando is excited the car upgrades are doing their job and Oscar is absolutely petrified.

It doesn’t show on the camera or when he’s in the car, but when they catch him before the race after qualifying third, he looks terrified.

Charles and Max were upset they couldn’t get to him, ,raving it to the other two to make sure he’s properly encouraged before the race starts.

She standing in front of him holding his face with her hands. It could almost be intimidating if she wasn’t complimenting every fiber of his existence. She does it to all of them on bad days and it never fails to make them smile.

“Os, you are an amazing driver. There isn’t anything that can change that. Now you just have a car to prove that you’ve always been good.”

She kisses his forehead before he’s called to get into his car. Lando makes sure to also give him a pep talk before his engineers have to drag him away.

She bolts back to the Redbull garage. She has her own job to do. Even though she spends majority of her time watching the race in the screen, she dies still analyze data.

It proves difficult, however, when three of her lovers are in the top three places. She had to bite her tongue to hold in her excitement.

Then the unlucky safety car. She knew Oscar would be disappointed, but he's still in fourth.

Max crosses first, followed by Lando. The two are absolutely ecstatic. She can see the mild disappointment when Oscar isn't in the third spot.

Charles is definitely upset with how his race went. He'll need cheering up as well. Finishing ninth and having his strategy messed over again was not something he'd wanted this weekend.

She runs off to find Charles and Oscar first. They're waiting just outside the weigh station and she can see the both with sollum looks.

"I don't care what anyone says. You two were amazing despite the difficulties."

Charles just hugs her. He's tired and words are hard. Her embrace is relaxing and all he needs right now.

When the two are consoled for the moment, she knows she has to let them go. Their media duties are still part of the job even if they hate them.

She gets to leave with Charles first. Oscar and Lando are still finishing up media duties, and Max is doing his best to avoid them but failing.

Charles crashes as soon as he's in the room. Face planting on the bed and screaming into the pillows.

She sits next to him and plays with his hair. "I wish I could just be happy for Max and Lando- even Oscar!"

"It's okay to be upset, Sharl. Feelings have a way of escaping like that." She whispers to him gently. She ponders for a moment. "Maybe a cheat meal is in order."

Charles lifts his gaze from the bed to her and smiles. "I think you're a genius."

~

The other three come back much later than expected. The three of them are far too exhausted to do anything else but sleep.

Max opens the door for the three of them and is met with the lovely smell of food. He didn't realize how hungry he was until now.

The two who'd left earlier are sprawled out with a blanket on the floor. They'd found that tables in hotels never have enough chairs. The floor has become their table in these scenarios.

"Welcome back! We got dinner!"

The stresses of the day, the highs and the lows, fade into the back of everyone's minds. Their company enough for each other.

~

They'd left for America the next morning. She'd begged Sébastien to come with them, and he'd accepted. Though he was meeting them there.

None of them had seen her home before. The boys made sure she knew she could back out at any time. But it's almost as if she needs this. To finally close the lid on the box.

Sure, there may he a group of people after her now, but her father can't touch her. She has the freedom to go searching for her own answers.

Seb landed before them, so he was waiting for them when they landed. She jogged to hreet him and threw herself into his arms.

Seb had barely talked to Oscar in the past, and now they've had some video calls as a group, but nothing major. So, he settles for a hand shake and a warm greeting. "These four treating you well?"

"Always room for improvement." Oscar laughs as the other four feign hurt and shock.

"I think we're going to get along fantastic."

The ride from the airport to the property is ridiculous. A handful of back roads and small towns make for fun stops, but it's still long.

She'd had to message Guenther about the address. She'd never needed to learn it, so she never had. She only knew property lines.

Finally, they're turning down a familiar overgrown dirt driveway. Everyone can see her body tense up.

"Are you okay? Should we stop here?" Asks the Brit. He's trying not to let his worry for her show, but his voice fails him.

"No, I'm fine. It's still about a mile from this point."

The land is overgrown and eery. It's not long til they can see the warehouse in the distance. It was larger than they'd imagined. Lando had pictured something like a shed and Oscar just ran with that idea. Charles thought maybe a prison or one of those abandoned hospitals. Max didn’t care, he just knew whatever it was couldn’t be good.

The building itself looked menacing. The sides are covered with vines and there were random bits of debris scattered around the property. It looks both unsafe and unsanitary.

Seb stops the car a few arid away from the entrance. Everyone getting out of the SUV, except for her. Charles comes around the side and opens her door. “Mon amour, we don’t have to go any further.”

“I want too, just need a minute.” She sighs. Charles can see the glaringly obvious unease in her eyes. He laces her fingers with his and lets her take her time getting out of the vehicle. He refuses to let go even after she’s out.

They walk hand in hand to the metal door that everyone assumes is the entrance. Max has set himself in front of everyone, nothing unusual, but he kept Lando and Oscar behind him instead of letting them walk with him. The gloomy feeling of the building not helping protective nature.

Max attempts to get the door open. His attempt being foiled by things in the way. She watches on as the five males struggle to get it open.

“What the hell is behind this thing?” Asks a heaving Lando.

“Shelves I reckon.” Guesses the Aussie.

then the door busts open and then tumble down to the floor in a heap. “It was locked actually.” Smirks the female. “took me a minutes to get it open.”

Charles groans and shoves himself out from underneath the pile. “We loosened it for you.”

~

The building is just as eery inside as out. The group stick close to eachother as they explore about.

The female leads them to where the braker box is. All of them practically keel over when she gets on the lights.

The sight they are met with is terrifying. Almost as if they walked into some sort of horror movie.

There are bodies tagged and lined up, which explains the rotting smell. Machinery litters the ground. Bigger machines that none of them know the purpose of are in their own sections of the warehouse.

"It's not what you were expecting..." She fidgets with her fingers.

"I don't think it's about what we were expecting. I think that all of us hate that you had to live like this." Oscar explains carefully. Charles had yet to let go of her, and Oscar now sits himself on her other side.

Lando peeks his head around another set of shelves. "It almost looks like he was part of a cult." He scrunchs his nose in disgust.

"I wouldn't be shocked if he was." She points to a set of stairs. "My room and his office are up that way."

The group trek up the stairs and are met with a set of office style rooms. She leads the all the way down the hall to the furthest door on the right. She pushes open the door and inside is her room, exactly how she’d left it. The screen is even still missing from when she took it out. “This is my room.”

Her partners and adopted father file into the room. It’s not a large room and there is not much to look at. A mattress on the floor and some old books is as exciting as it gets.

They are all rendered speechless and she doesn’t know what to do. So she takes them to the next room. The door across the hall is filled with machinery. What they used to help with the F1 cars. The bigger machines are scattered about, but this room help some of the smaller testing components. “I spent a lot of time in here.” She smiles at them to hopefully lighten the mood.

She steps out again and points at the door beside it. “That one is where he used to hold the corpses. Since the Haas team was here often enough he didn’t want them to be seen.” Then she sighs again and starts back down the hall. “The rest is really for storage. My father spent majority of his time in the lower levels.”

“We can stop now if you need. Or take a break and get some air.” Suggests Seb. His fatherly instincts tell him this may be to much for her right now.

She shakes her head no. “I’ve just always hated the basement. It’s where he keeps all the important things.”

Max eyes her skeptically. “Important things?”

“Like food and my mothers corpse. The only way I could get food is to try and bring her back.” She shrugs. She can hear Max suppressing an angry growl.

They make their way to the stairs on the opposite end of the building. The lighting down below considerably darker then the upper floors.

The basement room looks as if it’s been carved out. Like it wasn’t here originally. At the center lies a beautifully adorned casket. She gestures to it. “This is my mom. I’ll spare you the disgust and not open that.”

The other side of the room houses a desk with books and a laptop. She’d forgotten he had that. She’d gotten caught on numerous occasions trying to use it. She eyes the laptop and then slips it into her bag. Something Seb had made her bring just incase she did find anything she wanted to take with her.

The laptop is newer then she remembers. Something like what she used for work.

The vials that he’d been injecting her with to supposedly rewrite her DNA are still sitting on a metal table, along with other medical tools.

She steps over to it. The bed he used to operate wasn’t a a traditional one. It was another casket sent on top of a table. He’d used it to remind her of why he was doing it, what her mother had felt, where she lays now permanently.

She can feel the walls closing in as she opens it. The woods inside still stained red. Memories of the times he’d cut her open just to sew her back up.

The vague sensation of teeth and hands on her skin fills her senses as the ground falls out from under her.

~

Max is the first to hear her breathing quicken. He’s standing almost next to her, observing, taking in every piece of information. Charles had gone with Seb and Oscar to explore a different offshoot. Seb had noticed weird writing on the wall and wanted to investigate.

They were right down the hall so Max wasn’t to worried about them. His attention now completely on the female.

She shrieks. Her body goes rigid. Then she’s falling the the ground.

Max catches her and Lando slides down next to them. Both look between her and each other. A dull pulsing light emitting from her skin but her hands and trailing all the way to her chest.

The other three come back into the room and frantically look around. “What happened.”

“She was looking at something, froze, then fell over.”

Lando can’t even get words off his tongue. Max can see him struggling and knows he needs to get everyone out of the building. “Seb can you help get Lan out of here?” Seb nods and drags the Brit back up the stairs. He would’ve sent Oscar with him since his demeanor seemed to calm the other, but ever since the bunker incident, Oscar was more panicked when away from her.

Charles and Max haul her up the stairs and out of the building while Oscar guides and moves things out of the way. He also took her bag so they didn’t have to deal with it swinging back and forth.

Finally they are able to drape her body across the middle seat of the SUV. The glow now diminishing but the girl’s condition seemingly getting worse. The blood, sweat, and tears they are used to seeing are being intensified.

Seb manages to get Lando to breathe then the five are able to discuss.

“I think her father may have been a cult leader.” Confesses Seb. The Germans eyes are sad and distraught but he’s doing his best to remain calm.

Oscar is sitting with the females head in his lap. He’s almost defensively holding her body, something they all noticed he started doing after they were rescued. “We found a book about her mom. Looks like the same handwriting in all the notes.”

“The scariest part is that she endured the same things.” Charles runs his palms over his bare skin, a nervous tick that Max tried to keep him from doing because he rubbed his skin raw. “She could do similar things to her, it seems. Whatever happened after is hard to piece together. She wasn’t meant to get pregnant, I don’t think, at least not when she did.”

“She served as some sort of alter. They did things that ar unspeakable.”

Max stands behind Charles and holds his hands to hopefully ease the need to turn his skin red. “Do you think the cult is who’s after her now? If they need her to complete whatever rituals they’re doing, it would make sense they’d want her back.”

“I think that she is more to them then any of us could’ve guessed.”

~

The ride back to the airport was long and contemplative. They decided not to go back to Monaco for now and instead head with Seb to Germany. The female still had yet to wake up and Lando is becoming increasingly more aware war of every time she inhales.

He sits in the back seat with Charles, leaning into the monegasque’s shoulder. “Do you think she’ll be ok?” He asks.

“Pretty sure nothing can get her at this point. Plus, she’s already looking better.” Charles reassures him. Yet the sinking feeling in his gut is still there.

They have too carry her into the plane. Lando watches on as Max bundles her in his arms and carries her inside. Lando jumps on the opportunity to sit with her. He eases her body into his, grateful that she’s not burning up anymore.

They sleep most the ride home, aside from Charles who is picking through the found journals. Lando is finally able to rest his mind to the feeling of her steady heartbeat against his hand.

~

Hanna is in full mother mode as soon as her husband, daughter, and her daughters four partners step through the door.

She has them set the unconscious female in the room they keep for them should they visit. She's quick to clean her up and change her clothes into comething comfortable. She doesn't let any of the boys near her, much to their protest.

It's quiet around the house. Nobody knows what to say. Where are they supposed to go from here?

Seb pulls the laptop out of the girls bag and finds a suitable charger. He knows he'll have to pick through it eventually. He just hopes she'll be awake before then.

"What if she doesn't wake up?" Lando is the first to voice his concern. "I know she always does... but this feels different."

"Don't say such things, Lando." Charles has kept himself curled up in an empty corner of the living area. He's dealt with so much loss already that he doesn't think he could take another. He's been spiraling since she's been out of sight, and it's visible in everything he does. "My question is why they wouldn't put her father away to begin with if he's leading a cult?"

"They may not have known. It seems they've been around for some time, and since Haas was paying him for work, I don't doubt there was money involved." Seb leans futher back into his chair. Even he is panicking. Though he's trying to remain calm for the youngers sake.

Max can't take it anymore and gets up from his place on the sofa and plant himself next to Charles. He wraps the Monegasque in his arms protectively. His body doesn't relax all the way, but the tears he'd been holding back now find Max's shirt.

Oscar is pacing. He's been pacing. He hasn't stopped moving since the female left his sight, and he's on the verge of toppling over mentally.

He's been mumbling this to himself. Definitely not things they've heard him say before. They all look as him with worried expressions.

"Jack?" He freezes at the nickname. Then he finds a place next to Lando who'd called for him.

The look in his eyes is one they've grown used to. He's thinking through a problem. Looking for every tiny detail. "They were talking about things in front of me while I was drugged." He declares.

Now it's everyone else's turn to freeze. They hadn't pushed Oscar to talk about things. He'd been doing that with his therapist. They'd almost that forced on him after he couldn't get past the separation anxiety. Thankfully, he had complied and was doing better mentally when he wasn't with one of them.

Now, to hear him openly state such a thing is both promising and terrifying.

They continue to just listen and let him work at his own pace. Lando plays with his fingers to remind him he's here with them and safe.

"There were complications with the birth. They knew her mother was getting older, so they would need a replacement, but she ended up in labor early so they couldn't finish."

"The journal also gives detailed instructions about what the process was that created them." Charles adds into the conversation. Pieces are starting to click together now. "It's dated back from forever ago as well. Something about starting from a line of witches, supposedly."

"But why do they need her specifically?" Max leans in closer to Charles. The unease and addiment need to keep his lovers safe is doing nothing for his own anxiety.

Seb leans forward now. He's pondering what he found as well, trying to link every bit of information. "Because she's the last of the bloodline." Seb only gets stares in return.

"Explain, please." Despite all of them being confused, Lando is the only one brave enought to voice it.

"Well, since I've picked her up when she was fifteen, it's always been men that she's talked about. There were never any females in the picture, I believe. So she might be the last of her bloodline."

"The journals sort of prove that as well. The history of it is muddled and doesn't make sense, but there is a story written about a lone female survivor during a burning. Some of the men who had already fancied her decided to use her in whatever ways they deemed neccecary, but she only ever bore one child." Charles recalls the story but cringes while doing so. He was sparing them the most gruesome details. "I think they took is as a sign and continued the tradition."

"Then why would he make it so she can't have a child?" Again, Lando asks the questions that confuse all of them.

"Anger makes you do unfathomable things." Seb sighs.

~

It doesn’t take long for the computer to charge. Everyone sits at the dining room table as seb opens it up for the first time. All of them are shocked it’s not locked. The man obviously didn’t think it was going anywhere.

Seb looks through some files and they can see him getting paler by the second. “There are videos and pictures on here and a few emails back and forth with a couple people but that’s all.” Then he pales out completely. “Hanna, can you make sure the kids stay upstairs?” Seb turns the computer toward her for a mere second and she looks sick.

“Don’t go too far, please.” She pleads, then hurries off upstairs. It’s an agreement that he’ll stop if he can’t take it. A plea that he won't invade too much of their adoptive daughters' privacy.

“If you guys want to see this that we’ll make so all of us only do this once. Otherwise we can figure it out.”

“What have you seen so far?” Questions Max. His nerves are increasing with every second and his leg is bouncing rapidly underneath the table.

Again, Seb looks like he might vomit. “I’ve already see photos of what they did. It’s not good and she’s completely exposed in most of it.”

All of them collectively swallow.

~

All of them felt sick watching the screen, listening to the screams. They moved past a majority it to the parts where a man (presumably her father) was monologuing.

He wasn’t meant to fall for her. Only meant to do what was necessary and give them a continuing line. When she died prematurely, he went into a completely psychotic state of mind.

Everything they did that involved the mother seemed bad enough. It only escalated for the female that’s currently unconscious.

then he revealed his plan.

Make her strong enough to bring back his beloved. Make sure she can’t have any children so they don’t have a choice if they want to attempt to continue in their faith of these miraculous beings.

And he caught every second of it.

Every ritual.

Every procedure.

Every time they took something from her.

They all felt sick. The rage mixed with violent sickness shaking all the males to their core.

They just want their toy back.

And they wouldn’t rest until they had her back.

~

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Hello, guys! It's me!

How are you?

Finally, it's done! Enjoy, my children

Oh, and I hope you like the little steamy part 🙃😉

He gets carsick during a trip to y n's house and when they arrive there it gets worse. Y/n takes care of him together with the members. He has a high fever during 2 nights and wants to cuddle y/n all the time. He sleeps a lot too. It was more than carsickness.

A TIRING TRIP

Vacations are around the corner and you and the boys had decided to go to your summer house to spend some quality time together. You'd agreed that you would go first to make sure the house was clean and ready, even though they insisted on helping you.

You went to the grocery store to buy everything you'd need, because you didn't really want to go out and just stay in the house, enjoying the pool, games, relaxing, sleeping, especially since the weather was nice with sunny and rainy days.

The boys rented a van to go there and they'd switch between two drivers, Lee Know and Chan, since they were the oldest of the group and had volunteered.

Hyunjin went in the first backseat row with Changbin and Felix, while Lee Know went in the passenger's seat next to Chan, who was driving first and Seungmin, Jisung, and Jeongin went in the last row.

- Kids, did you get everything?

- Yes.

- Then let's go!

Chan started the car and so the trip to your house started.

They were really excited about having some time off and fun altogether before they went home to meet their families.

The trip started pretty well, with music blasting, and lots of laughs but Hyunjin started to feel off a few minutes later. He had woken up with an eerie feeling that something was off and was going to happen but decided to ignore it. But he would soon find out his misery was only starting.

As the drive went by, Hyunjin started to doze off every now and then. A sharp pain on his head would appear from time to time but he associated that with the loud noises inside the car since the other members were really hype.

However, more weird symptoms started to appear. He broke in cold sweats, feeling cold and hot at the same time but when he touched his arm to check his temperature, it felt cold to the touch, almost as if his blood pressure had gone down, but he wasn't exactly feeling faint.

He drank a bit of water and opened the window to get some fresh air, hoping he'd feel a little better.

But it didn't work. He broke into cold sweats again but now his stomach started acting up, it gurgled quietly sending queasy burps up his throat, which he muffled with his fists. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, maybe sleeping again would help and he'd feel better once he woke up.

He managed to doze off again, but then a bump on the road broke his peace and that's when things started to get bad.

They entered an area with a rather bumpy road and he couldn't sleep again, all the swinging and jumping of the car were making him queasy. He felt his stomach twist with every move from the car, nausea building up slowly. He started to shift around in his seat trying to find a comfortable position to control the nausea and it caught Changbin's and Felix's attention.

- Hey, Hyune, is everything okay?

Hyunjin barely looked at them, afraid of moving and making his already unsettled stomach even angrier.

- I feel carsick...

He said closing his eyes again and muffling a queasy burp with his fist.

Chan who was still driving heard them talking.

- Hyune, do you want me to pull over?

- No...I'm fine.

- Sure?

- Yeah...I'll just sleep.

- Okay. Let me know if you feel like you're gonna be sick.

- hmm.

He just nodded and closed his eyes again, taking deep breaths while the wind hit his face, providing the tinniest of comfort.

But it didn't last long, the road was still rough and the nausea was getting stronger. His stomach twisted, and he could feel its contents sloshing around. He broke into a cold sweat again and started swallowing convulsively when he felt something creeping up his chest and his mouth started watering.

- Hyung, I don't think Hyunjin is feeling well...

Felix said as he saw the color drain from Hyunjin's face, making him pale as a sheet.

Lee Know turned around to assess the situation.

- Hyunjin, are you gonna throw up?

But the boy couldn't really answer and just nodded as he felt his stomach twist again, sending its contents up his chest until he felt it hit the back of his throat, the foul taste filling his mouth. He covered his mouth to suppress a wet burp followed by a gag.

Lee Know turned to Chan with worried eyes.

- Hyung, we should pull over.

- There's a shoulder ahead. Hang on, Hyune.

Chan sped up to reach the shoulder before Hyunjin could throw up inside the car.

Once the car came to a stop, the two oldest got out and went to the back. Hyunjin hurriedly opened the door and stepped outside, bending over and supporting his weight on his knees.

All it took was one wet gag and a thick stream of vomit gushed out of him hitting the ground with a sickening sound, making both Lee Know and Chan flinch in surprise before getting to his side.

- That's it. You're doing great, get everything out.

Chan said as he held Hyunjin's hair back and gently rubbed his back with Lee Know. That was when they realized how sweaty he was.

His stomach contracted again, not giving him time to catch his breath before making him lurch forward as another violent stream made its way out.

If it weren't for both Lee Know and Chan, he'd probably have fallen on the ground.

- Hyune, give me that hair tie on your wrist.

Chan asked, still holding the young boy's hair, and then proceeded to tie it.

Hyunjin felt a sudden wave of dizziness, his vision went blurry and he swayed on his feet. Chan and Lee Know were quick to tighten their grip on him and carefully guide him to sit down before he fainted. He was out for only a few seconds and that was enough time for the two oldest to feel how cold his skin felt, despite being so sweaty.

He regained consciousness, head pounding and ears ringing, sat up, and buried his head in between his knees.

- Hey, Hyune, how are you feeling?

- Still carsick... My stomach keeps flipping around...

He said, not dating lifting his head, so Lee Know decided to massage his nape to provide some comfort to the young boy. While he did that, Chan went back to the car to get some water so Hyunjin could rinse his mouth drink some and call you.

- Hey, y/n!

- Oh, Chan! Hey! How are you? Are you guys on the road?

- I'm fine. Yes, we are but we had a little setback...

- What happened?

- Hyunjin felt carsick and we're parked in a shoulder right now.

- Really? Did he throw up or just nausea?

- He threw up. Actually, he's throwing up right now.

- oh my god. Okay, there's a rest area before you reach the house, make a stop there so he can calm down and then come. I'll get things ready for him to rest.

- Okay. See ya.

- See ya.

Chan turned off the cell phone and went back to Hyunjin's side.

The boy was still sitting down, head ducked and spitting out thick saliva that kept accumulating in his mouth.

- Hey, how are you doing?

Hyunjin only nodded a "no" and spat out again. By now, the rest of the kids were out of the car, stretching their legs and clearly worried about him.

Lee Know could feel him shudder under his hand, Hyunjin grabbed his hyung's hand for comfort as he lurched forward, another stream of watery vomit splattering between his legs and thankfully not getting on his clothes.

Both Lee Know and Chan kept rubbing Hyunjin's back as his stomach got rid of even more content and after that, he was left dry heaving, and exhausted.

- Here. Rinse your mouth and take small sips.

- thanks...

He said weakly, grabbing the bottle with shaky hands, spitting out then drinking a bit, the cold sensation comforting his strained throat.

- Do you think you're good to get in the car?

- Just give me a minute...

- Take your time.

Chan kneeled beside him and massaged his nape while guiding him through some breathing exercises.

- thanks hyung...I feel a little better now...can you help me?

- Yes. Let's go.

Lee Know was already inside the car, he would be driving the last half to your house. Chan put his arms underneath Hyunjin's and slowly helped him, waiting a few seconds so the boy wouldn't get dizzy.

- You good? Feel like vomiting again?

- No...just a little dizzy...

- Okay. Let's go. You'll go in the passenger's seat, being able to see the road ahead will help with your carsickness.

Chan helped Hyunjin get in the car and buckled him up before sitting in the back.

- Hey, let me know if you feel sick again, okay? We're gonna stop at a rest area before getting to y/n's house but if you feel like you're gonna puke, I'll pull over again, okay?

- Yes, hyung...I'm sorry...

- Don't apologize. These things can happen. Y/n is waiting for you when we get there, they said they'd get everything ready so you could rest.

He quickly got his phone to thank you, to which you replied you were ready to take care of him, making him smile a bit.

Lee Know started the car and so the last half of the ride began, the kids in the back were still quite hyped for a few minutes and then they were asleep, just like children.

Hyunjin had his sunglasses on because apart from the nausea, he had an annoying headache and the sun wasn't really helping. He did his best to focus on the road ahead to keep his stomach from acting up again.

Lee Know would glance at him every now and then to check on him, he just wanted to get to your house so his dongsaeng could rest.

At first, sitting in the front was helping, there was less motion for his eyes to capture so his inner ear was balanced, which meant his nausea was somewhat under control. But he then made the worst decision.

He thought that maybe listening to some music would help him calm down a little more and distract himself until he got home. He picked up his earphones and grabbed his cell phone, and that was his mistake.

The moment his focus changed from the road to the phone, which meant he was looking at somewhere still, while the car was moving. That messed up his inner ear and his stomach flipped, sloshing around whatever it was he still had inside along with the water he had drank a few minutes ago.

He swallowed convulsively when he felt something rushing up his chest. He covered his mouth to suppress a queasy burp, that only made him aware of the foul taste inside his mouth. He squeezed his eyes in disgust and tried swallowing again, hoping he'd be able to hold it in until they got to the rest area, so he could go to an actual bathroom.

He shifted in his seat, turning his body to the side and wrapping his arms around his stomach as if that would keep everything in place.

Lee Know noticed the distress his dongsaeng was in and knew exactly what was about to happen so he sped up.

- Hang in there, we're almost there.

He said, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze.

Hyunjin could feel the foul taste in his mouth, and an air bubble trapped in his throat sent him over the edge. When he tried to burp, he ended up throwing up inside his mouth, making him able to feel every texture of food mixed with liquid. He squeezed his hand against his mouth, trying not to vomit all over himself and the car, and somehow managed to swallow. But that was the last straw, as soon as he swallowed his stomach immediately rejected it, contracting harshly making him gag into his hand.

- Shit!

Lee Know said, a sense of obvious urgency in his voice.

He entered the parking lot with perfect timing and as soon as he was parked, Hyunjin hurriedly opened the door stepping out of the car and Chan, with his father-like instincts, was already out to help the sick boy get to the bathroom.

And Hyunjin almost lost the battle against his stomach because as they walked to the bathroom, it contracted again sending hot liquid that he failed to hold, escaping through his fingers but thankfully Chan was quick to put his hands under his chin and catch it before it could soil the ground and Hyunjin's clothes.

Entering the bathroom, Hyunjin went straight into a stall, letting go of his mouth as vomit immediately escaped his lips hitting the toilet.

Chan rapidly washed his hands and went to Hyunjin's side, rubbing his back as a wet burp brought up even more putrid liquid.

- That's it, let everything out.

Hyunjin spat out thick saliva and a cough brought up what seemed to be the last of the content inside his stomach and he was left dry heaving over the toilet.

- Damn, this time was pretty bad, huh?

- I don't know what's happening, hyung...

- you're carsick. It'll get better once we get there, we're 5 minutes away now.

- Thank god...I can't handle this anymore...

- You good now? Do you feel like there's still something to get out?

- No...not really.

- then let's rinse your mouth and let's go.

Chan helped Hyunjin to the sink, making sure to keep an arm around him, sensing the boy could faint at any minute given how much he'd thrown up.

The oldest boy needed something to help Hyunjin's nausea because they still had a little bit of road ahead, so he called you.

- Hey y/n!

- Hey Chan! How's Hyune?

- Not so good. We're at the rest area and he's just thrown up again.

- Oh god.

- Do you have any tips on what we can do? So we don't need to stop again?

- Actually, I do! And I don't know why I didn't remember it before.

- What is it?

- Olives!

- Really!?

- Yes! Since they're citric, they can help with the stomach. It usually works immediately. If he's feeling afraid to eat, just give him a tablespoon of the liquid part.

- Okay, then! See you in a bit.

- Bye.

Chan bought a jar of olives and handed a tablespoon to Hyunjin, who accepted it, despite looking disgusted and apprehensive to invest anything at that point.

- Trust y/n. They know what they are doing.

- Okay.

Hyunjin took the spoon and swallowed the liquid, and just like you told Chan, the relief was immediate. He felt like a new person entirely.

- Woah.

- Feel better?

- Yes...

- Alright then, let's go.

Chan helped Hyunjin back to the car where they waited a few minutes until the kids finished shopping for more snacks.

The last bit to your house went on without any further incidents, thankfully.

Getting there you were already waiting for them at the porch and went down to help them with Hyunjin.

Lee Know helped Hyunjin get out of the car since the boy was feeling rather faint and you went to his side and wrapped your arms around him to guide him inside, him leaning most of his weight on you.

- You're lucky you're light babe, or we'd be on the ground now.

- I'm sorry...I feel tired...

- I know honey. Was it bad?

- Really bad.

- Oh baby, do you think you can eat something? I'm afraid you might faint, given how much you threw up.

- I guess so...the olive really helped. Thanks.

- happy to hear that.

You settled him on the couch and he was immediately knocked out then went to prepare some light food for him. While you did that, the boys took their bags to their bedrooms and went straight to the back of the house, where there was a pool and a big field.

After finishing you gently woke him up and noticed how exhausted he looked, his face was still a bit pale and he was still sweating a bit.

- Babe, here. Eat slowly okay? After that take a shower and then rest, alright?

- Okay.

He ate slowly like you advised and kept chatting with you, trying to get distracted from the discomfort he was still feeling in his stomach.

Once he was done he wanted to lay down but you prohibited him from doing that because it could make him nauseous again.

- you should stay seated, you need to let your body digest the food. If you lay down right now, it'll make you feel worse. why don't you go outside with the others? At least you can breathe some fresh air. I think that'd be good for you.

- If you're saying so, understood.

He said standing up and saluting you, getting a laugh.

Hyunjin went outside and sat down on one of the chairs, while a few of them were enjoying the pool.

He actually managed to laugh a little at Lee Know trying to learn how to swim, but he quickly controlled his reaction afraid of what Lee Know could do to him later.

Then Felix got out of the pool and sat by Hyunjin's side.

- Hey, how are you feeling?

- Better...a little queasy but better.

- That's good. Did you manage to eat?

- Yeah. Y/n cooks very well.

- That's true.

Felix went back into the pool and soon after you joined them, staying mostly with Hyunjin but also having fun with the others.

A few hours later, the weather changed, it was now windy, and the sky was grey so it was time to halt the activities and go back inside.

Hyunjin needed to take a shower but when he stood up from the chair, he noticed how weak he was, his legs almost gave up on him but thankfully you were by his side and wrapped your arms around him before he could fall.

- Hyune! You good?

You almost screamed, getting everyone's attention that quickly gathered around you.

- Yeah...I just felt lightheaded for a second...

- That light food definitely wasn't enough to compensate for what you vomited.

- But it was good.

- I'm glad you liked it. Now let's go inside before it starts to rain. And you need to take a shower.

Everyone was inside in the blink of an eye, dividing into teams to take a quick shower before the rain could turn into a storm with lightning. You laughed at the way they scattered around like scaredy cats.

You took Hyunjin to the bathroom upstairs, again he leaned most of his weight on you, still feeling lightheaded.

You turned on the water on the bathtub until it was lukewarm and had also bought a stool in case he wanted to take a shower instead of being in the bathtub.

- Here's a change of clothes, babe.

- Thanks.

- I'm gonna stay here, okay?

- No, you don't need to.

- You're lightheaded, Hyunjin. I won't have you passing out in the bathroom, it's far too dangerous.

- But it's embarrassing...

- Oh come on, babe. It's not like I've never seen you.

- Still...it's different...

- Okay, I'll turn around. Just call me if you feel sick again.

Hyunjin decided to get into the bathtub, not really wanting to trust his body to stand during the shower.

You kept staring at the blank wall in front of you, and even though he wasn't feeling well, your mind couldn't help but wonder and just the sheer thought made you blush until your ears burned. And then Hyunjin called you, bringing you back to reality, or making your thoughts wonder even more.

- Babe...

- Hm?

You said, not looking back to respect his privacy, and blushing even harder.

- Can you wash my hair?

For some reason he was feeling weaker by the second, maybe it was the heat of the water calming him down but it seemed like his strength was leaving his body and a wave of exhaustion was washing over him.

- Yes but...are you sure?

- Yeah. I'm covered up.

- O-okay.

For some reason, that sentence made your heart skip a beat, even though you've seen him before, something about it hit differently.

You made your way to the bathtub, positioned yourself behind him, and proceeded to gently wash his hair.

For him, it felt heavenly, your touch alone comforted him in ways you didn't even know, you were his safe place. He sunk into your touch as you gave him a gentle massage, and it took everything in his power to keep calm.

You intended to relax him after the ordeal of the car trip but little did you know that it was almost doing the complete opposite.

He then gently grabbed your hand as you massaged his shoulder, placing a soft kiss on it and then pulling you for a kiss. You could feel the heat coming from his face but didn't give it much thought, assuming it was from the bath or the kiss.

- Okay, naughty boy, finish your bath so you can rest.

You said giving another kiss and going back to your spot so he could have his privacy back.

- Okay.

He finished his bath and put on the change of comfy clothes you had gotten him.

- You can turn around now, I'm fully dressed.

You turned to face a flushed-faced boy with a towel on top of his head, looking cute and tired at the same time. And he was incredibly tired, so much so that when he walked in your direction he swayed to the side and you were quick to steady him.

- Alright, that's enough standing for you. You need to lay down, come on.

You took him to the bedroom and sat him down on the bed so you could dry his hair, leaving it soaked could be bad for his health.

He was so tired that as you dried his hair, and brushed it, he ended up falling asleep. Once you were finished, you gently lay him down on the bed, covering him with a light blanket before going downstairs to have dinner with the boys and make something for him to eat before going to bed later.

- hey y/n, how's he doing?

- He's sleeping right now. Thankfully nothing happened during the bath but he was really tired.

- Did he complain about his stomach again?

- No, not really, he was just lightheaded.

- Let's hope it was just carsickness. Oh, we made dinner.

- Thank you! But you didn't have to.

- You organized everything so we could come here, it's the least we can do.

- Well, it looks delicious.

- Most of it was Lee Know who made it. And Felix baked cookies.

- Woah! Thank you!

You had dinner with the boys, chatting about life, work everything. And after you were done eating, you cooked something light again so Hyunjin could eat before going to sleep.

When you got to the bedroom he was already sitting on the bed, still looking tired.

- Hey, how are you?

- Exhausted...what's that?

- Some light food I prepared. Lee Know cooked dinner but I figured your stomach wouldn't be able to handle it so I cooked something else.

- Thank you, honey.

You set the tray on his lap and sat beside him, covering yourself up as well.

- Can you feed me?

He asked with the most cute pleading eyes he could pull off with a pout.

- You- I can't with you, Hyune.

You said laughing and then giving a little peck before picking up the spoon.

- Say ah~

You forgot to close the door and right when you were doing that, Lee Know passed by. When his brain processed what he'd just seen he took one step back and just stood there looking at you with a disgusted face and left, making you both laugh. He loved teasing both of you.

After Hyunjin finished his meal, you went downstairs to wash the dishes and came up again with a bottle of cold water for him, since he needed to be hydrated. You sat beside him and put on a movie so he could digest the food before lying down to sleep but he was asleep in the first 20 minutes.

You waited a few more minutes before you gently nudged him awake so he could lay down and you lay down as well.

He was feeling so exhausted that he wanted you to be the big spoon, which you gladly accepted.

- Babe?

- Hm?

- Can you rub my back for me?

- Sure.

Just like before, your touch always made him feel comfortable and safe and that's everything he needed now. You gently rubbed patterns on it and you could feel him relax under your hand, and a few minutes later you were also asleep.

A few hours into the night, Hyunjin's body started to feel incredibly off. He broke into cold sweats, he was shivering as if someone had put the AC at 0°C, his whole body ached, and even the touch of the fabric of his clothes felt like it touching burned skin. No matter how much he covered himself, the shiver wouldn't stop and neither the cold would get better.

His head was throbbing, so much so he could hear and feel his heartbeat. His breathing became erratic and he was panting like he ran a marathon.

To add to his misery, his stomach was acting up as well, cramping and gurgling, as if making a statement he shouldn't have eaten, or even had gone out of the house.

It burned as if it had been lit on fire, both his stomach and his body. He tried taking deep breaths to regain control of his breathing but failed.

Then, his stomach cramped again, its contents sloshing around, rushing up his chest, a foul taste in his mouth now filling with saliva.

He started to swallow convulsively because he thought his body didn't have the strength to drag himself out of the bed and to the bathroom he was sure he'd pass out. He kept on swallowing, clenching his fists until his knuckles turned white. He managed to survive the first wave but it only lasted seconds before his stomach cramped again, as if warning him he didn't have much of a choice.

Hyunjin felt something rush up his chest, and esophagus and hit the back of his throat, filling his mouth with a foul-tasting liquid and pieces of food.

He covered his mouth with his hand when a wet gag ripped through him and tried getting up as quickly and quietly as possible not to wake you, even though he wanted to.

He stumbled his way to the bathroom bracing the wall for support because he was sure if he didn't do that, he'd pass out.

He opened the bathroom door and quickly shut it behind him, reaching the sink, grabbing the edges for support and immediately vomiting a thick stream of undigested chunky food.

Before the next wave, he managed to move to the toilet before it gushed out of him getting on the edges before he could kneel as a sudden wave of dizziness hit him. He didn't know whether he wanted you there or if he wanted you to have a good night's sleep.

But it was too late. Since the house was extremely silent, you heard the sound of retching and something splashing in the water and jumped out of bed quickly realizing what was happening.

You knocked on the bathroom already making your way in and seeing Hyunjin vomit pale brown liquid into the toilet. You rushed to his said to hold his hair that was down before it got vomit on it.

- Oh baby...why didn't you call me?

- S-sorry...didn't want to wake you up-

He managed to say before gagging wetly followed by a queasy burp that brought another wave of vomit. You started rubbing his back and immediately noticed that the situation was a lot worse than you expected. As soon as you touched his back he winced and you could feel the heat radiating off of him through his clothes.

- Oh my god, babe, you are burning up.

- I-I really don't feel well...

He said defeated with a shaky voice, hesitantly lifting his head to look at you and your heart dropped when you took in the expression on his face. He looked like he was in unbearable pain, his face looked pale and flushed at the same time, his hair was considerably wet with sweat and he was breathing erratically.

- Babe, you might've caught a stomach bug.

He quickly turned his head back to the toilet as he felt another wave rushing up his throat, this time a rather harsh one, making his back arch and face go red from the strain.

- Oh baby...I'm so sorry this is happening to you. But you might feel better if you let everything out.

You said as you proceeded to rub his sweaty back, and again placing your hand on his forehead, still shocked with his body temperature.

- Babe, I'm really worried about your fever...

- it hurts... everything hurts...

You then heard soft knocks on the door before they were slowly opened, showing concerned faces from Chan and Lee Know.

- Is everything okay?

Chan asked getting closer to you with Lee Know following behind.

- No. He started throwing up again and he's burning up. Look.

Both Chan and Lee Know checked Hyunjin's forehead and were as shocked as you with the heat coming from him.

- I'll get the thermometer.

Chan said leaving Lee Know to help you with Hyunjin.

- I guess it wasn't just carsickness.

- Here.

Chan said giving you the thermometer.

- 39°C! That's too high!

Hyunjin who was resting his weight on your body, suddenly jerked forward, vomit escaping his lips before he could reach the toilet and getting on his clothes. You pat his back to help him through another thick wave of undigested food.

The sight made Lee Know and Chan grimace.

He spat out thick saliva before a wet burp brought up another mouthful of putrid liquid.

- Oh baby...

You said still rubbing his back and holding his hair.

After this round, he was left dry heaving over the toilet and you helped him lay his weight on you again. And it felt like he'd gotten worse during his rounds of vomiting, his body was scorching hot, face still pale and flushed, shivering and out of breath.

- I don't feel well...

That was all he managed to say before fainting due to the strain and high fever.

- Shit.

- Should we take him to the bedroom?

- It's best we help him get clean. And his fever is too high, we should bring it down.

They helped Hyunjin by holding his legs up, while his head rested on your thighs, in an attempt to get his blood circulation back to normal. And after 3 minutes, he woke up, confused with everything.

- Hey, how are you feeling?

- Weak and queasy...

- You have a really high fever, Hyunjin. We need to bring it down. And you need a new change of clothes. Come on, we'll help you.

Chan helped Hyunjin take off his clothes until he was left only with his boxers and settled him in the bathtub.

- I will turn on the water now okay? It'll be lukewarm.

- Ok...

He said, sounding as weak as he could be at that moment. He felt so exhausted you had to hold his head while Chan cleaned him with a wet cloth.

But even though he was barely conscious, he'd wince every time the water or the cloth touched his skin, because it felt like he had burn injuries all over.

Lee Know had gone out to get some medications and sports drinks for Hyunjin.

You left Hyunjin with Chan while you went to grab a new set of clothes for him.

- Hyunjin, why didn't you tell us?

- I...I wasn't feeling anything...just carsick. I thought it would get better after...but it only got worse...

- Here.

You said entering the bathroom with a set of hoodie and sweatpants. Chan helped him out of the tub and sat him on the edge of it so you could dress him, and kept holding him the whole time because Hyunjin no longer had the strength to hold his own body.

Lee Know who had gone out to get medications for the sick boy arrived to help.

- Hey, can you walk to the bedroom?

He asked, getting close to Hyunjin and patting his shoulder. The sick boy only nodded a "no", not having the strength to lift his head.

- I'll help you come on.

Lee Know had to carry Hyunjin bridal style to the bedroom because as soon as he helped the boy up, his legs gave up on him, vomiting and the high fever had completely dried out his energy.

Lee Know settled an almost passed-out Hyunjin on the bed and then gathered with you and Chan to discuss what to do.

- Okay, this is way more than carsickness.

- The fever might be related to a stomach bug or something else.

- Should we take him to a hospital? Call the staff?

- No. He's gotten sick similar to this once. 39°C is still a temperature we can deal with. If it gets past that, it'd be safer to take him to the hospital.

- I got some Tylenol and antiemetics and some stomach medication that helps with gastritis symptoms. And sports drinks. He shouldn't take these pills on an empty stomach but I think trying to feed him now will only make him throw up again, so let's try giving him an antiemetic along with the other one so he can take the pill with the sports drink.

- Okay.

- Should we tell the others?

- No. let them rest. We'll tell them tomorrow.

- Okay. Let's try to give him the medication.

Lee Know helped Hyunjin sit upright and held him, while you gave him the medication and Chan held a bucket nearby just in case things didn't work out.

Hyunjin was so weak he barely managed to drink or swallow the pill. After taking it, he dry heaved over the bucket that Chan was quick to hold in front of him, but thankfully he didn't throw up.

- Hey, y/n. Call us if you need anything, okay? We'll have our phones on the whole time.

Chan said as he was leaving your bedroom with Lee Know.

- I will. Goodnight

- Goodnight

And so Hyunjin immediately fell asleep but not before making sure to ask you to be the big spoon, he desperately needed comfort, even if his whole body stung with any touch, he still needed to feel you next to him.

And so you did, you covered him up and yourself and hugged him, and it broke your heart when you felt him shivering through your body.

After a while, he stopped shivering and seemed to be asleep, so you carefully placed your hand on his forehead and noticed he was still hot, but not as hot as before, meaning the medication was working.

He shifted a little and mumbled a few words before falling asleep again.

- Can you scratch my back?

He said really softly, almost whispering.

- Of course.

You whispered and backing a little bit away from him so you could use your arms. And yes, he was still hot and sweaty and you were just hoping he could sleep the whole night and wake up better. But that wasn't going to happen.

About two hours after you settled in bed, Hyunjin started shivering again and tossing and turning. His head was throbbing again and every fiber of his body ached like they'd been lit on fire. The nausea he felt earlier had come back, ten times stronger, he could already feel liquid coming up his chest, his stomach gurgling loudly and cramping.

He just squeezed his eyes and curled up in a ball hugging the blanket tightly, gritting his teeth, swallowing convulsively, trying to control his body because he knew he didn't have the strength to get up and drag his tired body to the bathroom.

He even contemplated for a second but decided not to, knowing he'd probably pass out on the way there.

But his body was determined to get anything else he had inside of him.

As he tried to keep everything in, his stomach cramped and contracted shooting its contents rapidly up his chest and hitting the back of his throat, the only thing he managed to do was drag his torso partially off the bed just in time for a wave of vomit escape his mouth and hit the ground, waking you up startled.

- Hyune? What is it?

You said already sitting up and assessing the situation.

- S-sorry-

Was everything Hyunjin managed to say before spilling more putrid liquid onto the bedroom floor, you sitting on the bed rubbing his back and holding his hair as he lay there miserably. You didn't even bother getting up to get a towel since the mess was already made so you just let him get everything out before doing something.

- Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll clean this up later, just get everything out, okay?

You didn't even need to say that since a wet burp brought up a mix of brown liquid and bile, continue to soil the floor next to the bed.

- Oh my baby...you're really sick.

He spat out thick saliva and managed to breathe for a few seconds, before another wave ripped through his body, causing him to get red with the strain, and after that, there were only unproductive gags.

- Do you think you're done?

- Hmm...

- Just a second.

You said leaving the bed to grab a wet cloth to wipe his mouth.

- Do you feel better? After getting that out?

- No, not really... everything hurts....

You studied his complexion, turned pale, really flushed cheeks, sweaty to the point his hair was damp and stuck to his forehead. You brushed his bangs out of the way to place your palm on his forehead, making him wince at the touch.

- Sorry. Your fever is definitely high again. Let me see

The thermometer was marking an alarmingly high temperature yet again.

- 39.8°C! I'm not gonna try to give you medication again Because you'll probably throw up. But we need to bring it down somehow.

You grabbed one of the towels you used to shower to cover the vomit on the floor and keep it from getting even dirtier.

- I'm gonna get an ice bag downstairs, okay?

You said, motioning to leave but Hyunjin didn't let you. He held you by the wrist and made you sit on the bed again, his hot hand touching your skin.

- Babe, I feel the heat radiating off of you just by your touch...

- I don't want to be alone...

He said almost breaking down.

- Okay, I won't.

You said kissing the top of his head and then grabbed your phone to text Chan to help you.

- Chan, Hyunjin threw up again and his fever spiked. It's 39.8°C.

- Oh my god!

- But I don't think giving him medication now is a good choice...but we need to bring it down somehow.

- What do you need me to do?

- Downstairs, in a cabinet in the kitchen there's an ice bag. Can you get it for me? Also a bowl with some cold water?

- I'll be there in a minute.

Chan quickly gathered the things you asked for and entered the bedroom just in time to catch Hyunjin vomiting again, this time soiling the towel you had put there.

- Here.

- Thank you.

- I'll clean this up, okay? And bring a bucket.

- Thanks, Chan.

Chan grabbed two buckets, one for Hyunjin and the other to clean the mess so you didn't have to.

Once he was done, he helped you clean Hyunjin and try to bring down his fever. He sat behind the sick boy on the bed to support his weight while you used a wet cold cloth to wipe him.

You were done, you helped him dress in another shirt since the one he was using was drenched in sweat.

- Thanks, Chan. For the help.

- No problem. If you need anything else just text me.

- Thanks again.

Hyunjin was basically passed out, he had absolutely no strength left in his body so he slumped back into the bed.

- Babe...can I lay on your lap...?

He said, voice raspy.

- Of course. Come here.

You helped him lay down on your thighs and proceeded to place a wet cold cloth on his forehead, earning a wince from him, but he fell asleep immediately after.

- I hope you'll feel better soon, baby.

You don't know how but you managed to doze off, waking up a few times to check his temperature that kept on oscillating between 38°C and 39°C, thankfully not hitting 40°C but still alarmingly high.

Hyunjin slept through the rest of the night but woke up rather early with a throbbing headache and shivers.

You tried to get up to make him breakfast but he didn't let you, he was really clingy and you couldn't blame him. But the boys helped you by making breakfast for you and something light for Hyunjin and brought it to the bedroom.

Hyunjin's stomach had given him a little break so he could eat breakfast and take a few medications after, such as an antiemetic and some Tylenol for the persistent fever.

You waited a few minutes and he didn't throw up, which was a good sign. When he was feeling a little better from his headache, you suggested he took another bath, and just like the day before, you stayed with him. And you were glad you did because after he changed his clothes he ended up fainting for a brief moment, the boys helping you carry him out of the bathroom.

You decided to stay in the living room with him for a while so he could breathe some fresh air and be with the boys, maybe they could distract him.

You needed to rest a while and take a bath so the boys stayed with Hyunjin, who was settled with a blanket on the couch.

A few of them went outside to play, and the others stayed in the house, keeping Hyunjin company and resting as well.

The sick boy who was lying down, arm covering his eyes, felt a sudden burning sensation in his stomach. "Fuck" was the first thing that came to mind, his body just didn't want to give him a break.

That burning sensation quickly morphed into a strong nausea, filling his mouth with foul-tasting liquid.

He quietly coughed once, when he felt something tickling his throat, but that only brought his stomach's contents even closer to getting out.

Hyunjin hurriedly sits up, hand covering his mouth, but the single motion of doing that is enough to make his stomach contract, a wet muffled burp sending vomit through his fingers, soiling the floor in the middle of his legs.

The sound of something splattering on the ground alerted Lee Know who was in the kitchen and quickly ran to aid his dongsaeng.

- What's wrong? Did you feel nauseous again?

- I'm sorry- I couldn't call-

Hyunjin tried to say but his body had other plans, he moved his soiled hand away from his mouth ducking his head as a stream of vomit gushed out of him, mixing with the mess on the floor.

Lee Know was sitting beside him patting and rubbing his back, trying to provide a bit of comfort as his dongsaeng proceeded to empty his stomach on the floor.

- Just keep going, get everything out. Hyung will clean this up later.

Despite the grossness of the situation, Lee Know didn't seem bothered one bit. Being a father to 3 cats had its perks, he dealt with similar things in his house so he kept his cool.

Once Hyunjin was done puking, or at least when he was only spitting out very thick saliva, Lee Know grabbed a mop, a bucket, and some water.

He gave the bottle to Hyunjin so he could rinse his mouth and try to get rid of the putrid taste and cleaned the mess on the floor, leaving the bucket beside the couch.

- I-i'm sorry, hyung...

- Don't worry about it, okay? It's not your fault.

Lee Know said, patting Hyunjin's shoulder before going to put the soiled cloth to wash.

When he came back Hyunjin was still in the same position, kind of in shock with everything that was happening for the last 12h hours or so.

- What is it?

Lee Know asked, sitting beside him.

- I'm scared, hyung...I'm tired...but I feel like I can throw up any time...I'm afraid of lying down....

- Don't worry, Hyunjin-ah. Hyung is right here, I'll help you whenever you need. Just try to get some sleep.

Lee Know gently wrapped his arms around Hyunjin and lay down the sick boy, noticing his fever was high again and confirming with a thermometer. Since taking medication was a big no at the moment, he got the ice bag, put it under Hyunjin's pillow, and placed an ice pad on his forehead.

And just like he promised, he stayed by his side until the next round of vomiting started but this time Hyunjin didn't want to be sick in front of everyone.

- Hyung...I'm gonna throw up, can you take me to the bathroom?

He said weakly, trying to sit up. Lee Know once again wrapped his arms around Hyunjin helped him up and guided him to the bathroom where the boy proceeded to vomit for a few good minutes.

After that, Lee Know brought him back to the living room and you were done resting so you were going to watch him for the time being.

Needless to say, it was another very tiring day and night for all nine of you, Hyunjin's fever kept spiking up, oscillating all the time, he managed to drink some sports drink only to throw up hours later, sometimes on the floor, bucket, bathroom. All eight of you took turns to take care of him, by helping him shower, eat and rest.

At some point, you all decided it was best to take him to the ER to at least know what was wrong and your guess was right, stomach flu. He spent a few hours on IV fluids to help hydrate him and he also had some intravenous antiemetics to prevent him from throwing up even more.

The next days of the trip consisted of all of you nursing him back to health until he was finally okay to enjoy a little bit before going back.

Having you and the members in his life was truly a blessing.

Oh and needless to say, those of you who spent more time with him while he was sick, you, Chan, and Lee Know were just as miserable in the following weeks but they had each other and you had Hyunjin to take care of you and return the favor.

[tellerluna-stories]

hide no longer, my beloved.

PAIRING: childe x reader <33

GENRE: hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending! sickfic but,,, neither childe nor mc are sick??

TW/CW: slight spoilers for childe's backstory (I use his real name a lot here)

A/N: to be 100% honest, I have no idea if the plot of this is coherent or what bc my thought process was just "brain big sad. write hurt/comfort for fave character. now sad gone." ANYWAYS HAPPY READING

Childe realises that he's the absolutely head-over-heels, no-turning-back-now kind of in love when he comes home to you.

The house is dark and still, save for a lonely lamp that still burned in the kitchen; the first thing Childe notices when he steps through the doorway is the distinct lack of toys lying in wait to trip him up or picture-books splayed out on their forlorn pages. Though it took his siblings much convincing to put their toys away at night, all evidence of children's playtime was nowhere to be seen.

"Teucer's finally asleep," a quiet voice remarks, and he finally sees a vague stirring in the darkness; there you were on the couch with the toy-chest at your feet, a stack of books beside you as if you had just been sorting them. "Don't wake him though— he's all tired out. I also put Anton and Tonia to bed."

The Harbinger sinks down next to you, relief washing over him like a tidal wave; it was rare for anyone in their family to get sick, but Teucer had been bedridden all day with a fever that burned hotter than fire. With their parents out of town and Childe busy with his duties, it was only fortunate that you had volunteered to nurse the boy back to health.

He honestly couldn't tell whether he ought to feel grateful or ashamed— as the eldest, it was Ajax's duty to take care of his siblings, yet he had to rely on you to take care of them where he could not. But at the same time he knows that he couldn't have left them in more capable hands.

(His own hands curl reflexively, reminded of all the less noble causes that had prevented him from doing his duty as an older brother.)

"How is he... how are they? Did they behave?" He asks hesitantly— if Childe's subordinates heard him now, they'd probably be surprised by how his voice trembled, the cold, careless voice of a ruthless battle-maniac exchanged for the hushed tones of an eldest son who'd spent the whole day fretting over his beloved brother.

However, all he gets is a deadpan stare in response.

"You worry too much." You snort and shake your head, continuing to tidy up anyway. "I'll have you know that I've dealt with kids and adults who were far rowdier than those three. They were all pretty well-behaved, and Anthon and Tonia didn't put up a fuss when it was time for bed."

The picture-books were properly aligned with a soft tap-tap-tap against the lid of the toy-chest, which was then pushed to rest against the wall; the books soon followed suit to their rightful place, which was in the tiny bookshelf next to the toy-chest. A thump, a soft rustle as you straightened up the couch cushions around and behind the two of you, and you continue, "Well, I suppose it did help that I promised to tell them a story."

"How about Teucer?"

"Teucer? Well..." The couch shifts as you shuffle closer to Ajax, practically wilting against him to bury your face in his shoulder. "It got kind of scary because his fever was pretty high at one point, but it went down after I gave him his medicine."

A small, weaker part of himself trembles with guilt, thinking of Teucer shivering under the covers as he waited for his dependable big brother to come home. What sort of brother was he to leave Teucer alone in such a state? What would he have ever done if he didn't have you to turn to?

"Thank you..." It's all Ajax can manage to say, though he knows words are insufficient to express how truly grateful he is to have you here like this. "Thank you."

You scoff lightly, though he can feel your smile against his shoulder all the same. "It's nothing."

"It's not nothing. It's— it's..." He sighs shakily; how could he explain that what was nothing for you was everything to him?

Pulling away, you give Ajax an unimpressed look. "I'm no nurse, y'know. It's just that I've seen and experienced my fair share of fevers to know my way around treating one. And besides..."

Your fingers find their place in the hem of his scarf, twisting it this way and that as you quietly say, "It's the least I could do. For the both of you, I mean."

"Sorry you have to put up with me," he mumbles quietly; in response, your hands stiffen, tightening their hold ever so slightly.

"Where'd you get that idea?"

"Oh, just..." He trails off in thought. You had for yourself a lover whose line of work whisked him to far-away places and left him with no time to spend on you, and that did not even mention the possible work-related hazards that came with the job. And then out of the blue, he had the thick-skinned audacity to ask you to look after three rambunctious kids, one of them with a raging fever— by no means did he consider looking after his siblings to be a chore, but really... any other person would've considered this situation a burden to deal with.

"I never had to put up with anything." You lean back and gaze at him solemnly, your arms folding themselves over your chest. "I knew exactly what I was getting into, and I never regretted it."

One side of your mouth quirks up in a teasing lilt, and you continue, "Besides, I already knew that you and your family are a package deal. Can't love one without loving the rest of them too."

His face flushes hot, heat rushing to his cheeks and ears— it was only too fortunate that the room was dimly lit, for you would have never let him hear the end of it.

"Oh, and Teucer said that his throat was sore, so I gave him soup for lunch and made some tea to help soothe the pain. Don't let him go out ice-fishing for a while until he's fully recovered, because the cold air by the water isn't good for him—"

Soup or porridge for meals, and regular doses of hot tea to flush out any mucus that threatened to clog up Teucer's lungs and nose— Ajax listens to your instructions with half an ear, quickly noting to ask you for the recipes later. The other half of his attention is elsewhere, wandering somewhere in the depths of your gaze.

He has you to turn to, he reminds himself; it was only you and no other that leaned against him now, sharing your warmth in a way that made his razor-sharp battle instincts soften so dangerously. What-ifs were not to be tolerated— they would only paralyse the mind and render him immobile, unable to defend the things that he cared about most.

"Then, I'll take over from here—" Ajax begins to say, but you wave him off dismissively.

"Not in that state. I can tell you've been worrying all day about Teucer."

"But..."

"No buts. Just look at yourself, won't you?" You take his face in your hands and frown in disapproval. "You've faced life-threatening dangers and fought countless battles, but the only time you look this bad is when one of your family members isn't feeling well or is upset with you."

Your hands are cool and soothing against Ajax's feverish skin, like a poultice of medicine to an angry wound— it was just like you to see right through him like this, to read between the lines of his story like one of the many books that you devoured on a daily basis.

Sometimes it almost frightened him with how easily you could see through his very soul.

With a sigh of release, Ajax leans his forehead to rest against your own. His fingers reached up to find their rightful place, which was to be intertwined with yours; the sensation of your cool, balm-like fingers in his own was the only way to anchor himself in the reality that was present, lest he slip too far away.

"He's going to be alright, Ajax." Your voice is steady and reassuring. "Teucer just needs to rest for a few days, that's all."

Silently Ajax closes his eyes, hardly daring to breathe; yes, he is in the here and now, with his heart steady and secure in your careful hands. Teucer was safe and sound, and so were Anthon and Tonia— all thanks to you.

The battlefield, the lies Tartaglia faced and made on a day-to-day basis... all of those things were far away, and his world only consisted of what was before his very eyes. His overflowing emotions swell up within his chest to form sweet nothings that roll on the tongue like honey, cloyingly sweet in the sappiness that he knows will earn him a roll of your eyes or a light punch in the arm— but oh, to tell you that you were his lighthouse in a stormy sea, his first, last, and only love.

"Rest." A soft smile graces your lips, and you give his face a reassuring squeeze. "You can go fuss over Teucer in the morning."

"What if I fall asleep?"

"Then I'll only wake you if I really have to."

He releases his grasp to petulantly extend a pinky finger, a silent — and somewhat sulky — demand for you to keep your promise; this earns him a sigh in response, yet you oblige his request anyway and interlock your pinky with his. "I'll forego the nursery rhyme because I don't want to wake the kids up for this."

His heart-beat quickens ever so slightly, and Ajax cannot help the smile that tugs at the corner of his mouth— how domestic do those words sound from your lips, to hear you admonish him so. He'd fight a hundred battles if it meant hearing you say such things for the rest of your lifetimes.

Indeed, Tartaglia is certain that he does not deserve you. Childe does not deserve this peaceful life, nor does he deserve to be this happy— but if this was the hand that he was given, then who was Ajax to defy destiny?

So he allows himself to rest his head on your knee, to melt into the softer, more vulnerable version of himself that few were privileged to see. Tartaglia and Childe were strangers, distant in both name and identity— for tonight he is just Ajax, the young man who loves you more than a hero loves adventure.

Your fingers gently card through his tousled hair as a soft lullaby thrums through your bones, and all Ajax knows is peace.

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CHAPTER SIX

Hardest Part of Ending is Starting Again

an avengers x john wick crossover fanfic

You can access the previous chapter here: Chapter Five | Series Masterlist Access

PAIRINGS: avengers x teen!reader (platonic) , tony stark x niece!reader , john wick x daughter!reader , peter parker x female!reader

SUMMARY: It has already been five months since your last encounter with Tarasov and his men, but you can’t shake off the feeling of something being wrong. You never expected as well that you’ll be pulled in a European trip, parallel to the trip that you had intended on not attending.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: hello! here’s chapter six. i was supposed to post this last night, but ended up falling asleep. i had speed everything up, from this point, i’ll be following now the timeline for far from home, but i’ll be tweaking the whole movie to fit my story. in this one, all of avengers are still together and none died. this is a happy zone, if you don’t like what i’m doing, it’s better if you just sit this series out. as always—notes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated. thank you for supporting my work! again, i’m sorry for the typos ><

REMINDERS: this story is pure fiction. i do not own the characters of avengers, spider-man, and john wick franchise. this work is originally written by the author (me), please do not copy or repost my work in other platforms.

WARNINGS: foul language, violence, murder, deaths, guns, knives, and blood

WORD COUNT: 6,308

Happy had been tasked to drive you to school today, usually the team would take their turns in driving you to school, and Wanda should’ve been driving you today, but something came up so Happy is in charge. It’s really fine with you walking to Midtown on daily basis, but they reasoned out that they don’t want to miss a big part of your life, so you just let them be.

It has already been five months since you transferred to Midtown, and you can still clearly remember your first day in, you were such a nervous wreck. You were not used to being surrounded by people of your age, you were really overwhelmed by it, and in a school full of geniuses none the less. It kind of intimidated you, and speaking of geniuses, you had hoped back then that your knowledge is still sufficient for all of these classes that you’d be attending, but you were pretty much surprised on how well you had just fit in right away.

So far it has been pretty peaceful for you, you haven’t heard anything from Abram nor his men. You also had met Peter’s friends, Ned and MJ, you got to know them and had been included in their friend circle. Ned and MJ are both super cool people, though you can’t ignore the sinking feeling everytime Peter talks about his big fat crush on MJ. You’ve been trying to squash those feelings down, but the harder you squash it down, it just come right back, and even more stronger.

You’ve been gone for two weeks, and it felt like it’s your first day of going to school all over again. Tony had informed your school that you’ll be away for a two weeks to visit an important family member that’s sick, but he knows that it’s just a ruse. In actuality, there had been a contract that was offered to you. You were in Hong Kong for the last two weeks, you had been offered a contract to kill someone, and Tony had helped you get away from school for the time being. You can’t really turn down a contract, no matter how badly you wanted to. You usually finish contracts that were given to you right away, but this one in particularly was kind of challenging, you had observed the target on the first week before you made your move. Two weeks was the longest time frame that you had.

“(Y/N/N)?” Happy called out for you, but you seem so out of it, “(Y/N)! We’re already here.” You snapped out of your daze and turn to happy.

“I’m so sorry, Happy. Wasn’t able to hear you the first time.” You gave him a small smile.

“Are you okay? You’ve been so out of it these past few days, and it’s kind of a bit concerning.” He looked at you with concern.

“It’s alright, I’m alright, Happy. Just y’know, thinking about a lot of stuff.” You shrug.

“Is it about the man that is after you? You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

“Yeah, kind of. To be honest, I don’t know. It’s just everything seems so peaceful that it’s getting hard to believe it. I can’t help but think about something’s gonna happen all of a sudden.” You sighed, “It’s been five months since my last encounter with him, I don’t know if the contract he put out against me is still up.” You grabbed your bag.

“It’s been five months, right?” You nodded, “Then I’m pretty sure that no one is after you anymore.”

“Maybe, but you never know. Usually when it’s this quiet and peaceful, something’s about to go wrong. But anyways, thanks for driving me, Happy.”

“No problem, and good to have you back again, kid. Now off you go, I’ll be picking you up later.”

You got out of the car and waved Happy a goodbye. You began walking towards the entrance of the school, and when you got inside, the hallway was buzzing. Students are walking towards their first period and some are getting their stuff from the lockers, you also hear the school news playing in one of the televisions that is attached to the wall. Your stuff for your first period is already inside your bag, so there’s no need to stop by at your locker. As you walked to your arrived at your classroom for the first period, Peter and Ned are already there. You walked towards your seat, which is just infront of Peter.

“Hey (Y/N), welcome back!” Ned greeted you happily, “How was your trip? Where did you go anyways? And what happened to your face? It’s like everytime you’ve been gone for how many days, you seem to come back with a new set of bruises.” He added.

Despite of being friends for five months now with Ned, he has no idea of what you actually do. He has completely no idea of you being an assassin. You trust Ned, but sometimes when you want to tell him, you just always seem to forget. Maybe today’s the day you tell him about it. You looked at Peter, who’s already looking at you and just gave you a shrug. I mean it’s yours to tell, not Peter’s.

“It’s your choice if you want to tell him.” Peter said, “If only you want though.” He added.

“Tell me what?” Ned asked in confusion.

“First of all, thank you for the welcome back greetings, Ned.” He nodded at you, “And second, I’ve been in Hong Kong for the last two weeks.”

“Woah, Hong Kong? That’s so cool!”

“Third, it seems like I can trust you despite the short time of knowing you.” Ned nodded his head, “Shorter version of the story is that I’m an assassin and I’ve been offered a contract to take a hit on someone. So that explains the bruises I always get.” You said it like it was a normal thing, causing Ned to look at you with wide eyes.

“What?! You’re an assasin?!” Peter covered his mouth quickly. You looked around to see if anyone heard you, thankful that no one was listening.

“You’re lucky that no one heard you or else I’ll have to kill the person who heard you.” Ned’s mouth was still being covered by Peter’s hands, “Hah! Just joking with you!” Ned let out a breath of relief when Peter removed his hands from covering Ned’s mouth.

“So you’re an assassin?!” Ned whispered at you, and you nodded, “That’s so freaking cool! So are you like Natasha Romanoff and an avenger?”

“Yes and No. I’m not an avenger.”

“What?”

“Been asked to join a few times before, but as always, I decline.”

“But why?”

“The avengers life is just not it for me. Don’t want too much exposure.” You shrugged your soldier, “But I sometimes help them out in silence. Got too many people after me, can’t afford being a part of the team.”

“Seems like it, the publicity that the avengers are receiving is no joke.”

“Okay, enough about me. What happened while I was away? What did I miss and what are you guys talking about earlier, seems like pretty serious.”

“We’ll be having a science trip, and Peter here had been making plans.” Ned said.

“Ooh, fun! Where to? And plans? What plans?”

“In Europe. Peter’s been making a plan, he’s gonna finally do something about his crush on MJ while we’re on trip.”

The moment you heard about Ned saying that Peter will finally be making a move on MJ, it was like a glass had just shattered behind you and you began tuning everything out. You had entered your headspace, it’s like you can’t hear everyone around, and you are only left with you and your thoughts. You can probably hear your heart breaking as well, you’ve been totally out of the zone, didn’t even hear Ned or Peter when they ask you something, until Ned decided to shake your body by gripping on your shoulders.

“Are you okay, (Y/N)?” Peter asked you.

“O-oh yeah! Sorry for zoning out, still tired from the trip, you know.” You let out a nervous laugh.

“So will you be joining the trip, (Y/N)?” Ned asked you.

“What trip?”

“The science trip!” Ned exclaimed.

“Ah, got to have a rain check on it first.” You smiled, “But hey! I wanna hear Peter’s plan. What are your plans, Pete?” You turned to him.

“Oh yeah! Okay, so I came up with a plan while we’re on this Europe trip.” He said excitedly, “First, I’m gonna sit next to MJ on the flight.” Peter began telling you guys about his plan during the Europe trip.

“Mhm.”

“Second, I’m gonna buy a dual-headphone adapter and watch movies with her the whole time.”

“Seems like you got it all in the bag, Pete.” You commented.

“Yeah.” Ned said.

“Three, when we go to Venice—Venice is famous for making stuff out of glass, right?”

“True.” Ned replied and you just shrugged.

“So I’m gonna buy her a black dahlia necklace because her favorite flower is the black dahlia because of, well-“ Ned cut him off.

“The murder.”

“Yes, the murder. Four, when we go go Paris, I’m gonna take her to the top of the Eiffel Tower, and give her the necklace.”

“Oh.”

“You’re quite the romantic huh, Pete. Never knew that you had it in you.” You teased, causing Peter to blush a bit.

“Five, I’m gonna tell her how I feel. And then, six, hopefully she tells me she feels the same way.”

There you go. Peter was so deeply in love with MJ, you really do need to flush your feelings for Peter down the drain, and you know that you don’t stand a chance against MJ. So it’s better to spare yourself from tha pain and heartbreak. But on the hindsight, you’re kind of thankful that you won’t be able to witness all of these stuff, because you certainly won’t be going on the science trip. No one had contacted you yet to offer you a contract, admit it or not, you’re silently wishing someone would send you a contract offer right now so you can have an excuse not to attend the trip. Maybe ask some help from Tony to pull off a few strings for you to not attend the trip.

“Oh, don’t forget step seven.” Ned said.

“Step seven?” Peter raised an eyebrow at Ned in confusion.

“Don’t do any of that.” You let out a snort at Ned’s response.

“What…why?” Peter’s face etched with confusion while looking at Ned.

“Because! Because we’re gonna be bachelors in Europe, Peter.” You playfully rolled your eyes at them and chuckled.

“Bachelors? Really, Ned?” You laughed.

“Ned.” Peter said, looking at Ned seriously.

“Look, I may not know much, but do know this—Europeans love Americans.” Ned defends.

“Really?” Peter questioned.

“And more than half of them are women.” Ned added.

“Are you for real, Ned?” You laughed.

“Yeah!”

“Okay. Sure.” Peter sighed, “But I really like MJ, man, okay? She’s awesome, she’s super funny in a kind of dark way. Sometimes I catch her looking at me, I feel like I’ve stood up.” You raised an eyebrow at Peter.

“Are you sure? Isn’t she a very observant one? Maybe she’s just finally catching onto you being spider-man.” You said.

“I’m sure!” Peter said, looking over your shoulder, “She’s coming. Just don’t say anything!” You shrugged, and saw MJ approaching you guys.

“What up, dorks and (Y/N). Excited about the trip? Also, welcome back, (Y/N).” She smiled at the three of you.

“Hey, MJ. Thanks!” You smiled back at her.

“Hey, yeah, uh, we’re just talking about the trip.” Peter said.

“Yeah, and Peter’s plan!” Ned backed him up.

“You have a plan?” MJ raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t…I don’t have a plan.” He looked at Ned, silently telling him to shut up.

“No, he’s-he’s just gonna collect tiny spoons when we’re travelling to other countries.”

“Like…like a grandmother?” MJ asked, confusion etched on her face.

You let out a laugh. This whole conversation is just so chaotic. Honestly, You have zero reason to hate on MJ, you hate to admit it, but you kind of think that she’s a good match for Peter. They’re both smart and you have no chance against her.

“I’m not collecting spoons. He’s collecting spoons.” Peter quickly pointed at Ned.

You felt your phone vibrated, you pulled out your phone from your pocket and saw a message:

Contract Offer. Matthias Costello. $40,000,000.

“Oh, okay, well…that was a real roller coaster.” MJ chuckles, “By the way, travel tip—you should download a VPN on your phone, so that the government can’t track you while abroad.”

“Smart. Will do.” Peter smiled at MJ.

You didn’t notice that MJ returned her attention to you, you didn’t notice because your attention is still on your phone, until Ned pat your shoulder.

“Oh, sorry! Just reading some message.” You chuckled nervously.

“(Y/N), will you be joining us on the trip?” MJ asked you.

“Seems like I won’t be joining you guys. Something came up on the day we’re leaving for the trip.” You shrugged.

“That’s a bummer!” Ned pouted.

“Yeah, it’s a bummer that you won’t be joining us on the trip, but take care on your trip though.” MJ said, Ned just looking at the both of you back and forth, “Looks like your bruises were way worst than the last time.”

“MJ knows?!” He exclaimed.

“Yeah, she does. Didn’t really tell her though, she kind of just knew. I’m cool with it.” You chuckled, “As I said, observant.” You turned to look at Peter.

“Well then, I’ll see you guys on the trip. Good luck as well, (Y/N).” You smiled at her and she left, heading to her seat, and the bell rang. Signaling that the class will be starting soon.

“Woah. Dude, I think thay went really great.” Ned said happily.

“You guys are chaotic. So much for being discreet, I can feel your nervousness radiate, Pete.” You laughed.

It was a slow day, and you couldn’t wait to go home. The class will be leaving soon for the Europe trip, and you need to make a mental note that you need to ask for Tony’s help again in making an excuse for you to not come for the Europe trip. You can’t really reject the contract offer, it’s too good to pass up. Besides, you knew the target and it’ll just be a piece of cake with you.

The last period is already over, and you Happy already texted you that he’s already waiting for you outside of the building.

“Hey, Pete. Will you be coming to the compound for your internship?” You asked as you pack your things.

“Probably, not yet sure if I can make it to the compound. I need to grab a few stuff at Delmar’s that I need for the trip. Why?” He replied to you.

“Nothing, Happy’s waiting for me right outside. Thought you might want to catch a ride with us on the way to the compound, but if you won’t make it, I can tell uncle Tony that you won’t be coming today, since y’know, you gotta prepare for the trip.”

“Yes please. I think I won’t be able to make it anymore to the compound today.”

“Alright, no worries.” You grabbed your bag.

“What?! Tony Stark is your uncle?!” Ned exclaimed, you nodded at him, “You’re so cool, what the heck! Can’t believe we’re friends with an assassin and Tony Stark’s niece!”

“Alright Ned, keep it down. The less people know, the better.” You laughed, “I’ll be going now, guys. Need to prepare my things, I got offered another contract and I’ll be leaving soon.” You smiled.

“Okay, be careful. Your new bruises haven’t healed yet, no need for a new set of bruises.” Peter said. You can’t help it, your heart just fluttered at what Peter said.

“I got this, no need to worry, Pete. I have high tolerance for pain, so I got it convered.” You chuckled, “Bye guys! Can’t keep Happy waiting.” They waved goodbye at you.

“But still, it won’t be that bad to look after yourself.” Peter whispered, which you failed to hear.

You turned and got out, you speed walked outside of the school and search for Happy. You found Happy waiting for you by the curb, and quickly rushed to the car to get inside.

“Hello (Y/N), how’s school?” He looked at you through the rear view mirror.

“School was meh, okay, I guess. The time in there was slower than the time I spent back in Hong Kong.” Happy laughed, “But I’ll be taking a few days off from school…again.”

He turned on the engine of the car and began driving back to the compound. As soon as you arrive at the compound, you need to pack your stuff and spend some time in the weapon and armory room to fix your things.

“Again? Didn’t you just comeback?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Yeah, but the offer is too good to pass it up. Besides, I’ve always wanted to take a jab at this guy that I’ve been offered to take a hit on. Had a few run in on the target and his men themselves, so it won’t be that hard, it’ll be just a quick work.”

“How much is the offer this time?”

“Forty million dollars.” You grinned and Happy’s eyes widened.

“Jesus christ!” He breathed out, “Is it really that normal to throw that kind of money when you want to kill someone?”

“Yeah, if you got the money and really wanted to kill someone, feel free to go crazy with the offer. Also it’s kind of a high offer because y’know, given my status in the underworld. So yeah.” You shrug, “It’ll be in the southern part of Italy, in Calabria. I don’t plan on staying too long, since this will just be a quick kill.”

“Don’t you have any classes to attend to?”

“Yeah, but they’re going on a Europe trip. Told them that I won’t be able to join because something important came up. Also, I have other underlying reasons to not go on the said trip.”

“And that is?” Happy looked at you through the read view mirror again.

“Reasons that I can’t disclose. It’s just I don’t want to witness something that will hurt me.”

“Kid, you’re made of steel, what else can hurt you?” He chuckled.

“Well my feelings aren’t.” You said softly as you look out of the car window.

Happy saw how your emotions faltered, he decided not to comment. It’s better not to pry it from you, because it seems that you’re dealing with a deeply personal matter. You had arrived at the compound and Happy parked the car inside the garage, you grabbed your bag and got out of the car.

“Thanks, Happy!” You smiled.

“Anytime.” He smiled back at you.

You rushed inside, heading towards Tony’s lab excitedly. The other day, you asked your uncle if he can make you a mask that resembles the mask of comedy, he was skeptical at your request, but had decided to work on it. He had told you before you left for school that he wanted you to check out the mask when you return. You knocked at the door and entered the lab, Tony was hunched over one of the tables, doing something.

“Hey, uncle Tony! I’m back!” You said excitedly, dropping your bag at one of the chairs.

“Hey, kiddo! How’s school?” You walk towards him and gave him a tight hug.

“School was okay. But hey, need to tell you something.” He motioned you to continue speaking, “I’ll be leaving again. Got offered another contract and I can’t pass it up.”

“When are you leaving?”

“The day after tomorrow. I’ll be heading off to southern part of Italy, in Calabria. I already knew who my target is, gotten to know him years ago. The guy is a total asshole though.”

“How much is the offer this time?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Forty million dollars.” Tony whistled at the amount, “He’s an important person, so the offer is high. Also, I’m the one doing it, so the offer is just enough.”

“What the hell you’ve been doing with those money?” He wondered.

“I stash them, been buying safe houses as well around the world. You can’t be too sure with anything, I always need a place to fall back on when things goes south.” You shrugged.

“Good thinking.” He said proudly.

“Why thank you.” You curtsied at him playfully.

“The mask that you requested is almost done, need to do some last checking before I hand it over to you. Here, why don’t you try it yourself.” He said as he gave you a small round shaped button.

“Where will I put it?” You asked.

“You’ll be placing it at the back of your ears, left or right, you pick. Once it’s attached at the back of your ear, you need to press the button. The mask will automatically appear, and no matter how many people you fight, it won’t come off. Unless the object had been forcefully removed, but no need to worry, it has a strong grip on the skin and I made sure of it.”

You placed the object at the back of your right ear and pressed the button. The masked automatically appeared and covered your face, just like what Tony had told you. You positioned yourself in front of a mirror to check, you tilted your head to the side a bit, observing the mask.

“Please don’t do that, it just gave me the shivers. God you’re a lot more scarier when the mask is on, only thing that is missing is a gun, and it also doesn’t help that you’ve chosen the mask of comedy out of all other mask design.” He rolls his eyes at you, “What do you need it for anyway?”

“As a safety precaution when I do business. You do know that it has already been five months since my last encounter with Tarasov and his men, it had been completely silent on their end. I don’t know what they’re planning, but I know that something doesn’t sit right. This mask is to shake them off of my trail, because I’m sure as hell that they’re keeping tabs on me.”

“That’s valid. Well, it’ll be ready for you by tomorrow, I also installed your own AI for the mask that will help you, there are a bunch of features that is installed inside the mask. You’ll get the hang of it, the AI will help you.”

You nodded at Tony. You clicked the button and the masked had disappeared, you took it off from your ear and gave it back to Tony for the last checking, before totally handing it over to you.

“Thank you so much, uncle Tones for the mask. I really appreciate it.”

“Of course, no need to thank me.” He smiled.

“Oh, by the way, I need your help again with something.” He raised an eyebrow at you, “There’s this science trip that we’ll be having in Europe, but as you may know, I won’t be able to attend it because of my business. Can you help me skip it again? Like y’know, pull some strings and call Mr. Harrington and told him that something came up and I won’t be able to join.” You pleaded, pouting and trying your best to do those googly eyes emoji.

“Fine. I’ll call him tonight.”

“Yay! Thank you!” You jumped in excitement and hugged him.

“Do you want to use the private jet or quinjet?”

“Private jet will do. Will Happy be the one accompanying me?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Thanks again, uncle Tony! I’ll be going now, need to head to the weapon room to prepare my stuff.” He nodded, “Also, Peter won’t be able to come today. He’s busy buying and packing his stuff for the trip.”

You grabbed your bag from the chair and rushed out of the lab. You went to your room and quickly change into comfortable clothes, heading towards the weapon room. Tony had built you your own space for your weapons, and it’s kept in a heavily locked vault that is made just for you. You unlocked your vault and arrays of guns then gold coins that are inside the cases stacked beneath had greeted you. You already have a game plan on how you’ll be taking down Matthias Costello in one go, and you are already familiar with his routine, so it’ll just be easy for you to put him down.

You grabbed a case where your sniper rifle had been kept, and bringing it to the table to assemble it. You opened the case and began assembling the parts of the rifle. You were so focused on assembling your rifle that you didn’t notice someone entered the weapon room.

“Hey kid, didn’t know that you were in here.” You look up and saw Bucky, behind him was Sam.

“You got called up again?” Sam asked while he put back the weapons that they’re carrying in the proper place.

“What’s up guys, didn’t hear you come in. But yeah, got called up again.” You turned your attention back to assembling your rifle.

“Don’t you have school? Doesn’t you teacher ever wonders where you disappear to everytime you don’t come to school?” Bucky asked.

“Yeah, but hey! I completed a whole month of school without any absences, so that’s that.”

“Uh huh. Where you jetting off this time?” Sam asked.

“Will be going to Italy, in Calabria. Heard it’s a nice place, so I’m gonna finish this contract asap and maybe have a mini vacation. Won’t be coming to school anyways since they’ll be off on a Europe trip for god knows how long.”

“Don’t you want to join them?” Bucky said, “It’ll be fun and a great experience for you.”

“Nah. School trips never really piqued my interest.” You shrugged your shoulders.

“Isn’t Parker one of your classmates?” You nodded, “So he’s going?”

“Yeah, he’s going. He had been planning some stuff to do during the Europe trip. Like how he’s gonna make a move on his crush and other stuff.” You didn’t saw it, but Sam smirked at you and turned to Bucky. With Bucky just giving him a confused look.

“Aha! I get it now.” You looked up at him and see him smirking, “I know that you have a crush on this spider boy, and you decided to accept the contract so that you won’t be hurt when he professes his love for another girl!”

“What?” You dragged, “You’re crazy, Wilson.”

“Oh, I get it now.” Bucky sent you an amused smile, “Never knew you had a crush on Parker!”

“I don’t know what you both are talking about. You two are crazy on the cuckoos.” You said as you point to your head.

“Come on, girl. You’ve been looking at the boy with heart eyes everytime he’s here.” Sam said.

“I do not, and you can’t prove it!” You defended.

“Everyone literally knows that you like the boy, except for the boy himself because that little shit is oblivious as fuck, and you know him having a crush on some other girl.”

“Now you’re just hurting my feelings. No need to rub it in my face, had too much of it earlier at school.” You sighed. You snapped the last part of your rifle in place and put it down, “Besides, even if I act on it, I’m just setting myself for a big time rejection. He’s so in love and I have no chance, it’s much better to leave it as it is.” You added, as you closed the small case and grabbed a bigger one for the newly assembled rifle.

“If you had joined the trip, you might’ve a chance with him, just saying.” Sam said.

“No. I certainly won’t do any of that sabotage shit. Beside, I hate to admit it, they’re both a good match. Both smart and funny.” You sighed, you checked the scope and pointed the rifle at Sam playfully.

“Don’t point that rifle at me!” Sam said in panic, “We all damn know that you know how to expertly use that shit.” He added, and you just chuckled at him.

You then placed the assembled rifle on the big case, placing a suppressor on the side where you’ll attach it later on. You packed a few guns as well and put it on a separate case.

“You know, you deserve to be happy too, doll, and the hell you saying? You’re smart and funny in your own way too!” Bucky defended, as he softly looked at you.

“Thanks, Bucky. I really appreciate it a lot, and maybe or maybe not, I don’t know. I seriously can’t believe that I’m talking to the both of you about my boy problems. What the hell is happening?” Causing the three of you to laugh, “But anyways, thanks for the pep talk. Somehow it made me feel lighter.”

“It’s no problem. We’re here for you always, if you needed someone to talk to or beat the shit out of Parker, just come to us.” Sam replied as he patted your back lightly, “Of course I’m only kidding about the beating stuff…or am I?” He raised an eyebrow at you, then he laughed.

“Thanks again.” Both of them smiled at you.

“Dinner will be ready soon.” Bucky said as you nodded, “We’ll be heading out first.” Bucky never forgetting to give you a gentle hug.

Bucky and Sam had left the weapon room. It felt good that you got to have a talk with them both, and you were happy that you’re able to confide in them. Once you’re done in packing your weapons, you had closed and locked your vault, and bringing the cases with you back to your room.

You were already inside the plane, on your way to Calabria, Italy and Happy was the only one with you in the private plane. You were double checking everything, from your guns to your rifle. You can’t shake off that feeling when you know that something is bound to happen soon, you are hoping—manifesting, that nothing goes wrong in your job right now. You can’t afford to mess up, and the sooner you finish, the sooner you can have time for yourself. You had decided that while the class is on a trip somewhere in Europe, you’ll be spending a vacation yourself. You are planning on stopping by in Capri.

“Thanks for flying me to Italy, Happy. Really appreciate it.” You smiled at him, as he sat down infront of you.

“Always.”

“Will you be waiting for me or you’ll fly back to New York?” You shut your case close and leaned back on the chair.

“Depends on you, do you want me to wait for you?”

“Hmm, yes please. I’m planning on stopping by in Capri right after I finish the works.”

“Then I’ll wait for you.” Happy nodded at you.

Happy then went back to the pilot seat after your little chat. You’ve been on the air for a few hours now, until Happy announced that the plane is about to land. You already have a vehicle waiting for you when you exit the plane that will be taking you to one of the hotels in Catanzaro, where you’ll be doing your operation.

“Thanks, Happy! I’ll be back in two hours max.” You grabbed your duffel bag and cases.

“Alright, I’ll just be here right on stand by. Call me if anything goes wrong, but I doubt it and good luck!” You saluted at him and got out of the plane.

The car that will take you to one of the hotels in Catanzaro had already be waiting for you. You place your case at the back of the car trunk and got inside the back seat.

“Ciao buona sera. All'hotel guglielmo per favore.” The driver nodded and drove out of the private area in the airport and driving you to the hotel.

Once you arrived at the hotel, you watched the car leave first and went right after at the back area of the building, you won’t be checking in inside the hotel, but rather you’d be using it as you base for your operation. You already had the map of the hotel memorized, every exits for added safety measures and you’ll be operating from the rooftop of the hotel, where you’ll be having a clear view of Costello on the otherside, a clear view of Costello’s hotel room.

When you arrived at the rooftop, you settled your bags on the ground and grabbed the case where you had placed your rifle, you have no problem in getting seen because people won’t be able to recognize you from the rooftop since you’re wearing your usual dark suit. The hotel is already quiet and guests are already sleeping since you arrived at the hotel a litte bit late in the evening, but it’s alright because people won’t be able to hear a loud bang.

You’re crouched on the rooftop, your rifle already ready, as you’re just observing Costello in the scope. You’ll make your move once he has already settled in bed, the best way to take him out is while he’s sleeping, less noise. You reached to your case and grabbed the suppressor, you screwed it onto the end of the barrel, ensuring that your shot would be muffled and won’t attract unwanted attention from Costello’s men or any people around the area. You checked your scope one last time, adjusting it slightly to make sure it was precisely calibrated for the distance that you would be shooting from.

Costello was already getting ready to hit the hay stack. He turned off the lights from his hotel room and turned on the lampshade, you’re finger is already ready to hit the trigger button, and you’re just waiting for Costello to lay down on the bed. When Costello was already on the bed, right when you’re about to hit the trigger, you felt your phone vibrating. You let out a grunt of frustration, who in the wee hours had even thought of calling you right now. You grabbed your phone from the pocket and saw that there was no caller ID.

You decided to ignore it, you put your phone on silent, then tossing it on your duffel bag so that you won’t be disturbed from your work. You’re pretty sure that whoever it is that is calling you, they’ll just call you back. You steadied your rifle, holding his breath and aligning your sights. You aimed the rifle at Costello’s forehead. Pausing for a moment, then pulling the trigger. You had felt the recoil of the rifle against your shoulder.

Costello now lay dead on the bed, with his blood soaking on the pillow of the bed. His men were also nowhere to be found, they are most likely right outside and they probably never heard the shot you made. You immediately went on packing your rifle, when your phone vibrated again. You zipped up everything, and grabbed a baseball cap from your duffel bag. You reached for your phone inside the duffel bag, and had finally decided to answer the call.

“I have been calling you for how many times already.”

Ah, it was Nick Fury.

“How are you, Nick! Been a long time, huh.” You chuckled, “Good to hear from you again.”

“You and Parker are just the same, but at least you didn’t ghost me. Who the hell would think of ghosting Nick Fury?”

“Sorry that I wasn’t able to answer right away. I have a good reason for it before you get all broody. As you know, I’m currently in Calabria, Italy right now, and I just finished a job. So, what do you need?”

“You’re in Italy? Good, I am in Venice right now and I’m in need of your assistance.”

“Wow, Nick Fury asking for my help. What is it, this time?” You chuckled.

“You’ll find out once you get here. Meet me in Venice, you know where to find me.”

“Alright, gotcha.”

You hailed a taxi and told the driver to drive you on the private area of the airport where Happy was patiently waiting for you. You paid the driver and quickly got out of the taxi, and made your way to the plane.

“You’re back quickly, and it hasn’t been an hour.” Happy said.

“The job went smoothly, the additional time was just an extra in case everything went south with the target. Need to be always prepared.” You smiled.

“So off to Capri now?”

“Uh, about that. We’ll be heading to Venice instead.”

“Why the sudden change?”

“Nick Fury just called me and said he needed me to be in Venice.” You shrugged your shoulders, “But hmm, maybe…” You trailed off.

“Maybe what?”

“Do you think we could make a quick stop in Capri?” You grinned cheekily and Happy gave you an unimpressed look.

“Certainly not. You cannot keep Nick Fury waiting. If he said to meet you right now, we go there right now.”

“Come on!” You whined.

“You can go to Capri once this agenda with Nick Fury is done.” Happy said firmly and walked towards the pilot seat, preparing the plane for take off.

“Ugh. Fine. So much for having a mini vacation by myself. Off to Venice we go, then.”

TRANSLATIONS

“Ciao buona sera. All'hotel guglielmo per favore.” - Hello, good evening. To hotel guglielmo please.

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Peter & Ned Friendship Masterlist

5 Times Ned Gave Peter His Sweatshirt (ao3) - red_to_black ned/peter T, 6k

Summary: Five times Ned Leeds gave Peter his sweatshirt, and one time Peter returned the favour.

(AKA Ned is a dork in love and Peter’s a mess but someone has to take care of him. That someone is Ned.)

5 Times Spider-Man Needed Help (ao3) - CivilBores, starsinyourveins T, 23k

Summary: …and the one time Peter Parker did.

A Better Friend (ao3) - friendofspiderman G, 591

Summary: Fictober Prompt #28 - "do I have to do everything here?"

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When your best friend is Spider-Man, you get used to picking up the slack.

A Friend in N(e)ed (ao3) - bluhawk G, 471

Summary: My best friend asked me to write "some wholesome friendship between Spidey and Ned". How could I say no to that?

Ned comforts Peter after the post-credit scene of Far From Home.

A So-So Popsicle (ao3) - friendofspiderman G, 393

Summary: Fictober Day #21 - "this, this makes it all worth it"

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Ned tries to cheer up an injured Peter with Spider-Man popsicles.

I'll be there for you ('cause you're there for me too) (ao3) - Want_to_read234 G, 1k

Summary: Peter Parker and Ned Leeds would probably describe their friendship as friendship at first sight.

It may sound cheesy but it is what it is.

It’s not SELF pity (ao3) - ChocolateAndRedbull G, 1k

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It's The Great Big Christmas Tree, Mr. Stark! (ao3) - ciaconnaa T, 2k

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Ned Leed’s field trip to Stark Industries (ao3) - Drake_DiAngelo G, 15k

Summary: Your generic Field Trip trope, but slightly different because it’s Ned centric and hopefully everyone stays in character.

Also, Peter is absolutely everywhere they go but they never quite manage to actually see him. (Or realize its him) They did see Spiderman though, so that’s nice.

Ned the Dumbwaiter (ao3) - whumphoarder G, 3k

Summary: Peter gets horribly sick on Halloween night and his very overwhelmed Guy In The Chair attempts to take care of him. But when both boys find themselves in over their heads, Tony takes over.

Not All Heroes Wear Masks (ao3) - MondayVibes G, 4k

Summary: Peter’s ears were still ringing and his limbs were still cramping uncontrollably when he finally—finally—spotted the poorly fitting catsuit and garish wig that he’d seen way too many times in the weeks leading up to HeroCon. Clumsily, he dropped from the façade of a half-ruined building and all but collapsed on the sidewalk next to Ned.

“Dude,” he gasped out, as Ned jumped, wide-eyed and wild-haired, at his sudden appearance. “I need your coat. That cheap Thor knock-off fried my webshooters I can’t get out of here before the cops show up.”

Across the street, a Tony Stark with a penciled-on goatee and a Goddess of Thunder were comforting a crying Iron Man. A Captain America was cautiously brushing off his ruined shield. In the distance, sirens were wailing.

And maybe Sparky’d fried Peter’s brain along with his suit, but the whole if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em was starting to sound like a really good idea right now.

Nothing Like the Movies (ao3) - friendofspiderman T, 1k

Summary: Fictober Prompt #2 - "you have no proof"

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Ned gets kidnapped and does not play it cool.

Poison Apple (ao3) - whumphoarder G, 5k

Summary: “I-I think something’s wrong with me.”

Ned gives a short laugh. “Pretty sure we established that when you puked in a corn maze. You’ve got like, food poisoning or something.”

Peter shakes his head. “No, not that.” He takes a few short breaths. “Chest feels weird. Kinda hard to breathe.”

the earth turns from sanity (ao3) - teafrqmes G, 846

Summary: Peter forgets that Ned is supposed to come over, which puts Ned in a position for some surprising realizations.

The Guy in the Chair (ao3) - whumphoarder T, 7k

Summary: Between having a reckless superhero for a best friend and dealing with his own family’s vast array of issues, Ned gets used to being everyone’s support system.

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Summary: Surprise identity reveals aren't easy for anyone. Not even for your friendly neighborhood Guy in the Chair. A perspective on the events following the FFH credit scene from Ned Leeds.

[mysilentnightshipping]

so, uh. here’s something i’ve been working on a hot minute; the timeline of myself in parks and rec, and how i fit into the story! and it’s only part one.... strap yourselves in folks. it’s a ride! but i’ve loved writing this while watching the show!

> i start my new job at the city hall right after the government shutdown. the camera crew decided that they’d start to film me as well, as they want to see what i can bring into the show and how i fit into the work community after mark’s departure. i catch chris for the first time while they film me and im like ”huh? who’s that? interesting…”. leslie finds me almost immediately afterwards, because of course she’s curious to see who took mark’s job. and fortunately for both of us, we hit it off really well so she invites me to visit the parks and rec department as often as possible. aka starting from tomorrow because she will make me cookies as a welcome present and she will show me around the city hall as well as take me to eat the best waffles and–

> i also point out to the crew that i really want to mingle with people because at my previous job nobody really wanted to be friends because it was a private firm, there was a lot of competition between everyone and it was… just not a good workplace. plus i don’t have that many friends anyways because all my old friends live in finland. so i’m more than happy that leslie came along and i already like her. 

> i guide the twilight fanatic to the correct department so i kind of make it my fault. and start hanging out there, at first to see the mess unfold, and because i also love twilight. also me n chris meet by the pretzel stand at the end of the episode because duh. i love a good pretzel. and when he leaves… i might be a liddol bit sad.

> me and ben bond over not understanding the lil sebastian hype. and throughout the harvest festival i’m seen eaten cotton candy. like. in all the scenes. even before the festival has started. i fucking love cotton candy. 

> then chris comes back and im like Oh. HELLO. good day sir. perhaps we stumble upon each other at work when everyone else is on the camping trip, so it’s casual and easy. also he is starting to catch some feelings towards me….. subconsciously at least.

> also i bring a good cake to april and andy’s wedding instead of what i was assigned (napkins) because i, unlike everyone else, foresaw chris’ inability to bring an actual cake. nobody is impressed by it, though. mostly just mad i didn’t get the napkins.

> leslie tells about the stuff that went down with tom and chris’ reaction to it. it throws me off but i try to play it casually and then for a while things get a bit awkward with him. but he doesn’t notice it, someone else has to point it out. maybe andy, without realizing? so that makes chris think...

> also ben would actually move to my place because i have a spare room and he prefers more… adult-like company. and we’d bond a bit more and he’d tell me about his thing with leslie because i am “the kind of person you just want to tell your darkest secrets to without being prompted” (his words, not mine). and we’d help andy and april be grown ups together. besties energy!!!

> the snake juice episode is more me and chris bonding in the bar because i don’t drink very often either. but me and april have an argument, her blackout drunk in spanish and me just… being me, in finnish. nobody knows why we started but we just keep doing it and somehow understanding one another. i swear it would be pretty funny. and of course, haul some of the gang home, it wont be just donna’s job!

> after the road trip episode i get sick, i don’t show up to work so chris gets worried and ben my roomie tells chris what’s up. he appears to my apartment with food he recalled me liking (aka things he’d never eat) and i get SO happy, very touched. 

> after that? it’s all a blur. perhaps we get together during the season finale? kind of discreetly, out of nowhere, he’s having his ”i could die anyday now” spiral and i show up and he’s having a realization along the lines of ”if i died before i got to kiss her this life would’ve been a WASTE”. ok it’s a little bit dramatic but in a way that fits us. so. 

> oh yes season finale he actually talks to ME about his problem and anxiety and i actually help him with it and make him feel more at ease and it shows really well how similar we are about health anxiety and just the general outlook in life. and a kiss happens kind of unexpectedly. 

> nobody knows about it at first, just because... it would be a bit too much. 

> also, ben’s the first to find out. and it’d be a very big surprise for him. he doesn’t internalize it for a while. it would be so funny. also we’re just going to ignore the rules about office relationships entirely because i cannot be bothered.

> so i come along to the lunch date as previously discussed and then this scene happens instead IT JUST WORKS aaaand after his treat yourself day ben wears the batman costume at my place bc duh he lives there. but it ends up with me also bringing out my OWN costume. what costume? i don’t know. but i’d have one, whatever it’d be. i don’t have all the details.

> aaaand because ben lives with me he doesnt get into a fight with andy but instead comes to the halloween party in his batman suit encouraged by me but nobody really recognises him/everyone ignores him so he walks around very offended especially after he spots me and chris making out. also i teach chris to dance because he sucks at it (affectionate).

> and of course, we go hang out to the end of the world AND go to the tom and jean ralphio’s party. duh.

> i’d totally hype up andy for being finland in the model UN. FINLAND REP. but also what the fuck are these events. what is the american school system. what is america. i miss finland. without all the lions.

> so. i’ve been a little bit aloof lately and chris wonders why because we’ve been doing so well but now i’m “so busy” and kind of avoiding him, so thats why he launches the investigations. and in the end everyone comes to the conclusion that maybe… he should ASK ME. 

> so in the smallest park episode he finally manages to ask me about it and i tell him that i miss finland. so he suggests that i should go back for a few weeks. also we say i love you…. cute…

> i totally help leslie with the campaign as well for i volunteer to be the design and advertisement manager !!

> and when ben’s depression hits… i’m stuck with him at our place and i call chris for help because i have no idea how to handle a depressed ben and it’s been 5 days and he just keeps getting worse. i mean, he is relatable, but chris help your girl and your bestie out. 

> after that i head to finland for a few weeks. chris’ pretty down for most of the time, so everyone else is trying to cheer him up. he still ends up being the dj for the valentine’s dance and making everyone miserable. UNTIL BOOM BOW I SURPRISE HIM and arrive a bit early. our reunion is very cute and wholesome. that’s why he disappears and leslie thinks he’s cheating on me with ann lmao.

aaaand that’s how far i’ve gotten. we’ll see when/if i manage to continue this. anyways if you got this far you’re a real champ. me and chris are cheering for you xoxo have a great day

[volleychumps]

« Accidentally Lashing Out at Their S/O

genre: angst to fluff

format: scenarios

- includes: Akaashi and Sakusa 

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Akaashi Keiji

“Keiji, please come to bed soon.” 

“Working.” 

The snipped reply had the beginnings of a swirl of anger within your stomach, causing you to puff out some hair in your eyes in slight annoyance. This had been a week long occurrence, and you feared Akaashi may faint from exhaustion from how heavy he took on his workloads every night. 

“Y/N, please sleep. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Akaashi attempted to soften his tone, but an edge still remained that highlighted his irritability. You gnawed on your lower lip momentarily before taking a seat on the couch not too far away, reaching for your book. 

“Y/N-” 

“When you sleep, I’ll sleep.” 

“Are you a child?” 

You scoff through your nose, feeling an argument on the tip of your tongue depending on how you responded.

“I just care about you, you haven’t slept before three in the morning in days, my love-” 

“Have you ever considered that maybe you being too overbearing is adding to my stress?” Akaashi’s voice raised the slightest in volume, making your chest sink at the rare circumstance you found yourself in. It was as if all the stress bubbling up in his stomach was beginning to simmer over. 

“Maybe if you stopped and thought for a moment you would realize-” 

You snapped your book shut. Akaashi’s pen stopped bleeding angrily onto the document as a silence of realization flooded the room. 

“Good idea. Maybe I should think more, because right now, I’m realizing how much of a prick you’ve been to me when I’ve been nothing but patient.” 

“Y/N-” 

“I change my mind, don’t come to bed. Work yourself to the point until you pass out in that desk of yours.” Your tone didn’t waver, and you tried your best to appear unbothered-

but Akaashi heard it. Your voice crack.

You rushed out of the room before the blue-eyed boy could even rise from his desk, guilty apology in his throat. He sighed, following you into your shared bedroom as you continued your novel from within the sheets, seemingly unfazed save for your watery eyes. 

“Love, please look at me.” He sat carefully on the edge of the bed as you turn another page in disinterest. 

“Keiji, you know it hurts me when you aren’t healthy right? What if you get sick?” Your eyes didn’t look up from the ink on paper you weren’t paying attention to, but a tear slipped your eye. The defeated tone in your wavering words made Akaashi’s chest tighten even more. 

“I know. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Let me sleep with you tonight?” 

The novel now laid forgotten on your lap as you allow him to move closer to you, cupping your cheek carefully before pressing his forehead against yours. “I’m sorry for raising my voice. I’ll be better. You’re right, I’m way too exhausted-” 

“Then let’s get you out of work clothes-” You unloosen his tie, using it to pull him into you to which he responds immediately. His breath fans your lips, blue eyes gazing into yours tiredly and lovingly before you kiss him quickly. “And into bed.” 

He laughs once, soft smile gracing his handsome features before kissing your lips a second time. 

“There’s nothing I’d like more, my love.” 

Sakusa Kiyoomi

 “Go talk to him. It doesn’t matter to me.” 

“Kiyoomi, please-” You followed your tall boyfriend with exasperation on your features, making sure not to trip on your dress. 

“Did you forget who you came here with, Y/N?” Sakusa’s tone was coldly amused as your cheeks flood with heat with people beginning to stare. 

“Let’s talk in private.” 

Sakusa knew he should’ve listened. The rational part of him knew that he should’ve scanned the situation better, but that rational part was drowned out by the image of a flirty Atsumu talking you up near the open bar. 

“Why? You don’t want everyone to know that my girlfriend was flirting with my teammate at Hinata’s sponsor’s event?” He scoffed, but Sakusa’s lips soon find themselves sealed tight at the sight of the tears welling up in your eyes. 

You angrily wipe at them before trying to control your emotions. “You left me alone at a party where I hardly know anyone. You went to go talk to connections or whatever, making me feel like I was nothing but an accessory for you to bring. So excuse me if I found solace in a friend because my boyfriend abandoned me at a social event.” 

Sakusa’s dark eyes widened a fraction before you brush past him, bumping him in the shoulder with your own to dash down the hallway as far as your heels would allow. 

“Atsumu just wanted to make her feel comfortable.” Bokuto approaches his teammate, feeling guilty for having shown up a little late. “We were all going to hang around Y/N because this was her first event as your girlfriend.” 

“And you shouldn’t have left her alone.” Atsumu mumbled, barely audible for the party guests who were beginning to lose interest in the sparked drama. Sakusa’s jaw clenched before he winced, remembering your hurt expression before sighing and turning on his heel. He would deal with the annoying blonde later. 

He walked the same hallway you had ran down, feeling an unfamiliar emotion of guilt eat at his stomach. Was it because you were the first girl he opened his heart to? Was he really blinded by the anger of potentially losing you to someone who could make you laugh as easily as Atsumu did? 

Sakusa stalled at the sight of your heels laying by the balcony doors. He pushed them easily, heels in hand, before finding you nursing the soles of your feet in your dramatic escapade. 

The two of you stayed silent for awhile, the dark haired spiker kneeling down to your seated height before carefully picking up one of your sore feet. 

“Kiyoomi, it’s not clean-” 

“You’re hurt.” Was his curt reply before gently massaging it. You stare at your dark eyed boyfriend before your eyes begin to well up with tears again. 

“I’m sorry-” 

“No.” He cut you off, beginning to slip your shoe back on. “You did nothing wrong. I...I don’t know how to do this. Not with someone I love. I’m sorry if I made you feel as if you were nothing but a pretty accessory on my arm.”

“Kiyoomi...” 

“Although you are pretty-” He pulls down his mask and kisses your shin, causing heat to flood your cheeks. “You are so much more than that. I know I don’t say it often, but I hate seeing you cry. Especially if it’s by me. So teach me to love you properly, because I want to know how.” 

Your smile was so gorgeous in the moonlight, Sakusa cleared his throat before blushing underneath his mask, busying himself with the straps of your heels. 

“I love you, Kiyoomi.” 

And then he couldn’t help himself, tugging his mask down a second time to capture your lips with his own, closing his eyes. 

“You make my head spin, Y/N.” He whispers, causing you to shiver as his cold fingers touch the side of your neck. 

“But I think I like it.” 

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[awkwardspontaneity]

Hello. This is my first request for the Legend of Zelda, so I do not know how to write it correctly. I don't speak English and I'm writing this in a translator, so there may be mistakes here, sorry. In general, I want to see how the reader will react to the fact that Revali, Link and Sidon cheated on her. (something made me feel sad) Thank you in advance ╹▽╹

I'm so sorry something happened to upset you. If it's along the lines of this request give me a name😤👊 anyways thank you so much for requesting!! This ended up being so much longer than I intended but I'm pretty happy with it. I hope this is what you're looking for!

✨ requests are open✨

Warning: angst, cheating

Revali🐦

I think with his prickly nature not a lot of people would stick around long enough to get to know how much he cares

But some bitch saw how much he was training to perfect his powers to help Hyrule and couldn't resist

It started off as bringing him lunches and heat pads after a long day of training and then it escalated

They would wrap his wings up and suddenly he was letting them fix his braids. He never saw it as much more than a fan helping him out but you saw differently

It ended up in a big fight when you finally brought up how Revali was allowing this fan to hang off of him like they were his partner not you. You brought up excellent points like how he took such a long time to even trust you with braiding his hair and that he could at least let them know he's in a relationship.

Revali got upset (probably cuz ur right and he can't admit it) and snapped that at least they appreciated him

Yeah bad move. You walked out and bird brain left to train away the pain

You came across his first and decided to head to the shooting range with some peace snacks but what do you find?

You walk up the slope towards the archery range, a container of Revali's favourite snacks in hand. As you approach you see something sitting inside the hut and assume it's him. Sterling your breath you walk into the hut and what you find takes your breath away- not in the good way either. Revali sat there with his wings wrapped around them, too caught up on their liplock to notice you standing there.

CRASH

The container hits the ground with a shatter, ruining their little scene.

"Y/n-"

"Don't even try it." You wish your voice didn't sound as broken. No matter how much your heart squeezed in pain from the betrayal, you wanted to come off so much different- angrier. Because you were angry. "Just because we have an argument does not give you the right to run off with your new friend."

Revali flinches at the word and you feel a sick glimmer of satisfaction. He opens his mouth to protest, ignoring your glare. "I-I'm sorry." Your glare darkens and he immediately flounders for the right words. "You accused me of something I didn't do-"

Yeah, not the right words. You wish you could do something, anything to hurt him like he hurt you. But you had to be the bigger person no matter how much you wanted to snap that precious bow of his in half.

"I accused you, not have you permission."

"We can work through this, together" his wing reached out to you, but you recoiled to fast.

"We're not together." You walked towards the entrance "I hope it was worth it."

Link 🗡️

Link is a closed off person. Sure he has people worship him for his title as the hero of Hyrule, but he would never let that get to his head. You could tell this boy he's amazing and it still wouldn't get through his insecurities

Maybe it's cruel but, that almost reassured you he would never break your heart like that. You felt secure in your relationship

That's why it was so shocking when you found out he had fallen for Zelda.

It wasn't meant to ever be more than knight and princess. And you never should have found out.

You were walking towards the stables of your party was staying at. It was supposed to be a simple trip to complete some research out in the plains. Of course your trip was ambushed by an energetic princess who begged to come along for research purposes. You couldn't complain because the addition of the princess also came with your boyfriend Link.

Now you were looking for him outside the small ranch. You fully expected him to be caring for Epona like he always did after a long trip. His love for his horse was something you had always loved about him. The way he would stay later than everyone else to make sure she was okay. It had made stables kind of your spot. Hanging out at the end of a long day to talk and spend time together while caring for your steeds.

Maybe that was why your heart felt so utterly shattered when you did find him, standing next to the stable, with the princess in his arms. Maybe you could have fooled yourself into believing he was being friendly if he hadn't pressed a long loving kiss to her forehead followed by both her cheeks, chuckling softly as she giggled.

You knew they had always been close. I mean they spent all their time together. You'd just never thought that Link would do something like this to you.

You walked away from the stables fighting backs the tears in your eyes. It was only when you found you had walked into an older area, a spare shack outside, that you finally let the tears fall. Your heart twisted in pain as sobs tore from your throat.

Why hasn't you seen this? Why weren't you enough?

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Your research trip was almost over. You had gone back late into the night to find Link on the edge of his bed head in his hands. He had shot up to demand where you had been when you finally walked in and although he looked like he wanted to argue, he accepted that you had been organizing your research supplies and notes in quiet.

That had been 3 days ago. You had spent the research trip sticking close to your colleagues, poring over each plant and testing their uses. The princess was too distracted with her own interests to really notice how you shied away from her presence. Link had though. And he was about done with you brushing him off in favour of your work. You both were busy so not having time was nothing new. But this was different. You couldn't meet his eyes and he had caught you staring at him and Zelda as if you were about to cry before. He was at a loss and now he needed to figure things out for himself.

However he wasn't quite ready for the answer.

"I saw you and Zelda together."

His throat closed up. He wanted to say so many things. How sorry he was. How he wished he could have told you himself. How he wished he could hold you and forget how complicated things were.

"it's okay." Now that, he wasn't expecting. "I thought I could be mad at you. Both of you. But I guess... It just makes sense." You sniffled softly. You really didn't want to do this. You hated that it had to be you who gave up. But we're you really going to fight? No. As much as it tore your heart into pieces, you would stand aside for them. "I wish that things hadn't changed but, clearly you don't feel the same anymore and I don't want to hold you back. I love you. So much. But I don't deserve this, and I won't put either of us through the trouble. I hope you two are happy together Link."

As you walked towards your friends to head home Link felt his heart clench. You deserved so much better.

Sidon🦈

You were a princess from another kingdom, betrothed to Prince Sidon of the Zora. We all know how these things go, neither of you were all that fond of the idea but you would go through with it. For your kingdoms

You tried to be as understanding as possible of the situations, knowing that the prince was just as trapped as you were. So you played along with your parents wishes.

You two went on dates and spent time together, getting closer and closer until finally you kissed him.

Things were great. You were planning your wedding and enjoying the time you spent with your fiance as you prepared for your future

It wasn't until a few days before the wedding when you were trying on your dress that things fell apart.

Your dressmaker had been in a bad mood, grumbling as they worked and even sticking you with needles a few times. You would have brushed it off as a bad day if not for the facts that they seemed so unapologetic.

You finally brought it up, softly asking if there was something wrong and if you could help. They snapped, going off about how you were ruining the princes life and that he didn't love you and was only marrying you for his kingdom and that he deserved to be happy.

They realized their mistake and left quickly, leaving you alone in your wedding dress with shocked tears slipping down your face.

You later made you way to Sidons office, hoping to clear some things up and maybe seek comfort from the one you loved.

What you didn't expect was to find him already comforting someone. Your dressmaker.

You watched as he whispered sweet nothings and reassurances to them. It was when he said no matter what they were the one that he loved when you broke away.

You stood in your room, packed bags beside you. You knew there were better ways to deal with this. You knew that your kingdom was counting on you and thus marriage. You just couldn't go through with it. Not anymore.

"Y/n?"

You sound around to find the Zora princess standing in your doorway. Mipha had become a close friend in your time in the Zora domain, even feeling like family as you worked closely planning the wedding. She had once told you that you were everything she could hope for in a sister and wife for her brother. You guessed it didn't matter in the end.

Finally you choked out pained words "I can't... I just... I can't do this anymore."

"If you are feeling nervous, I can assure you my brother would never hurt you."

This made you laugh. It was cold, similar to the ice creeping into your veins. "He would. And he did." You cut off Mipha's confusion, wringing a hand through your hair, "Sidon is in love with someone else. I made every effort to work through this engagement despite our... rocky beginning. But he didn't choose me back. He never wanted me, and I won't ruin his chance to be happy."

The room was silent after your outburst. You only noticed the tears when your friend wiped them from your eyes. She offered you a small smile, sharing the pain you felt. She was losing you and still understood it was best for you. You needed to move on and save yourself from a life of pain. A life of being chosen second.

"I hope one day we can meet again, sister."

You let out a choked mix of a son and laugh. Hugging the princess before you grabbed your bags and walked out the door, out of the kingdom that stole your heart and crushed it in its hands.

"I love you, always."

[iwadori]

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

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

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

Part One Part Two Part Three

Word count: 2.6K

Genre: angst, fluff

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Ushijima

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sincerely – Ushijima Wakatoshi.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bokuto  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[your-average-weeb-dealer]

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬

DISCLAIMER: I do not support or condone any of the actions I am writing about, this is specifically for entertainment purposes

What is a Yandere? In the western world, a Yandere is normally a character who becomes deeply infatuated or obsessed with their loved one/crush. This love eventually becomes so intense that it drives the character mad and they will do anything for or to be with their loved one including murder, stalking and even kidnapping.

heres a website explaining all the different yandere types

characters in this post: Itadori Yuuji, Megumi Fushiguro, Satoru Gojo, Inumaki Toge, Junpei Yoshino and Mahito

Warning(s): not proofread, murder, stalking, kidnapping, pet names, please do not read this if you are sensitive to these topics!!

{Itadori Yuuji}

Itadori is a Submissive Yandere

He has strength, power, speed and an intense love for his baby

Itadori would use baby, honey, love instead of the traditional darling because he doesn't want to believe that he is a yandere

He's a yandere who'd murder to be with you, he wouldn't murder right away though, it'd be much more gradual

But be willing to murder for you, he isn't as protective as most yanderes but if someone is pissing you off then...

i don't think he'd end up kidnapping you, mostly because he's scared you'd hate him. And he can't bare the thought of that

He is so desperate for your praise it's almost pathetic, he will do anything you want just say the words and he'll do it

If Itadori and his love ever start dating there will be no end- he's extremely manipulative and will guilt trip you into staying with him

If it had come to it he would kidnap you to keep you from leaving him

Overall danger level: 8.5/10

{Megumi Fushiguro}

Megumi doesn't really have a Yandere type, if I had to put a name on it it'd be a mix between isolating and Protective

I see him as being more silent and protective

He didn't really understand why he felt such a strong need to do whatever you wanted

Megumi didn't realize what it was until he killed someone, because they were hitting on you after you had told them "no" several times

He quickly checked himself, he made sure never to do something like that again

But Megumi should at least watch over his darling, to make sure they're safe, right?

He'd mostly stalk you, I don't think he'd ever resort to killing again

That being said, if it was necessary, he would kill again if it was to protect you

If him and his Darling were to ever date, he'd be extremely protective, he'd hardly let anyone talk to you

He wouldn't kidnap you, he doesn't want to strip you completely of your freedom

that being said, Megumi does keep you very isolated

He'd use Darling, Love, Sweetheart, Pumpkin, My dearest love and Dear

Overall danger level: 6.5/10

{Satoru Gojo}

Gojo is a Manipulative and a Protective yandere

He tries putting you in situations that force you to rely on him

Gojo is the greatest Jujutsu Sorcerer, you should rely on him no matter what

He was absolutely not oblivious to his yandere tendencies, he pretty much knew how he was going to get sick with love over you

He is extremely protective, he often won't let you leave his side- he cannot risk his dearest to getting hurt

He doesn't kill that often, simply because he doesn't want to ruin his name. But now and again a few men who flirted with you will go missing

Gojo likes to follow you around, just to make sure you're safe, he's the greatest Jujutsu sorcerer, he can't let anything happen to you

He uses Dearest, Baby/babe, Sweetie, Cupcake, Cutie, My sweet, Darling and Love

Gojo would kidnap you, he probably wouldn't think of it like that though, and it wouldn't be like most kidnappings

He'd slowly lure you to his home, slowly isolating you, slowly convincing you not to go outside- until eventually you were trapped

Overall Danger level: 8/10

{Toge Inumaki}

Inamaki is an eliminating and delusional Yandere

He will eliminate anyone who dares come near his precious love

Because of how powerful he is and how easily it is for him to kill, he is extremely dangerous

Inumaki is quite shy around you though, his heart beats so fast he feels like he could die at any minute- but that feeling is so wonderful to him

He doesn't want anyone else to feel that, nor does he want you to feel that way about anyone- anyone but him

If you ever just pick up a pencil for Inumaki he will think that you love him back

This will make his killings ten times more frequent, as he believes that you love him too and that the people flirting with you are trying to ruin your relationship

He would hurt his darling if he needed to show them a lesson, or they were trying to escape

very willing to kidnap you, if it means getting all of those other filthy men to stop flirting with you

Inumaki would write you extremely creepy notes throughout the day like "I took care of those little boys who were flirting with you, now you don't have to worry about them!! My love"

He'd use Darling, My darling Y/n, My Sweet, my sweetest, sugar and my precious Y/n

Overall danger level: 10/10

{Junpei Yoshino}

Junpei is a delusional yandere

he desperately wants your love, he wouldn't kill anyone though

No, he's calmer in that sense, but his love for you is so overpowering

He's delusional in the sense that he pretends that he's already in a relationship with you

At first Junpei just did this as a little way to comfort himself as he knew you would never love him- so he just pretended

But eventually, he got more and more trapped in his own fantasies and daydreams that he completely forgot that you weren't dating

He pursues you in a way that seems like he did it before (he imaged how he'd do it over a hundred times)

If Junpei's Darling ever rejected him or turned him down, that's when I think he'd go a little crazy- he may even become a eliminating Yandere

If he ever kidnapped you (which is pretty likely if you reject him) he'll move more to the Training Yandere type

He'd use Darling, Sugar, Baby, Bunny, Puppy, Sweetheart, My love and My Y/n

Danger level (no rejection) 2/10

Danger level (with rejection) 9.5/10

{Mahito}

Are you kidding? This man is every Yandere

I headcanon that he is a yandere in the normal anime as well.

He's just a stone cold murder, he doesn't mind killing for you or someone who is advancing on you

just a very dangerous person regardless

Overall Danger level: 9/10

[justauthoring]

Precious To Us [2]

In other words, you’re Seijoh’s manager.

This chapter, Oikawa’s fangirls.

A/N: Here it is! The second part! I had one person request an idea (thanks @minigranger) and I definitely plan on writing it soon but I love the trope of manager vs. fangirls that I can’t help myself. As usual, please send in ideas :)

Listen, Oikawa’s fangirls are mean.

They just are.

It doesn’t really matter to them that you’re a first year, if they’re supposed to be your seniors, they would probably still be bitches even if you were their seniors and in second/third year.

They seem to think Oikawa’s theirs, even though, of course, he isn’t and if asked, he definitely would deny.

And they see you as a threat.

A big, big threat.

Who gets to see Oikawa everyday? You. Who gets to see him practice every day? You. Who gets a front row to seat to every one of his games? You. And who does he flirt with? You.

It doesn’t matter if you reciprocate the flirting or not -- which of course, you don’t -- they’re jealous and they blame it all on you.

Honestly, the first month of managing is fine. 

Now that you know who Oikawa is and you’re around him more, you do notice the fangirls, but they don’t really bother you and you’re too focused trying to learn the ropes to really care about their constant presence. 

You know you’ve heard some of the other members, namely the third years, complain about them.

About how annoying and distracting they were when it came to practice, or just the mere fact that Oikawa seemed to revel in the attention and love.

You’ve heard them, but you don’t really say anything otherwise because they’ve never done anything to you so you don’t really care either or.

Besides, even if you do think it’s tad bit pathetic, you can’t deny they’re devoted and you guess, in some ways... good for them?

But when you don’t stop being manager, and the rest of the team, namely Oikawa, don’t get sick of you like they all expect them to, and a month passes and you seem to just be thriving, getting a long with everyone, and finally getting the hang of everything?

That’s when they attack.

You’re already late.

And even if you know none of the boys or even the coaches will be upset with you, you do like to be punctual and you absolutely hate being late. So, you’re rushing, practically sprinting through the halls as you try to gather your bearings and organize everything you need to.

You’re already thinking of what drills Oikawa will have the team do, and what you can do to help. Maybe you could bring up some of the notes you’ve made? You’re not a hundred percent on the terms, but Iwaizumi has been helping you, and you’re sure you’ve picked up on a few of the techniques and things you think the boys could improve on.

You didn’t want them to think you’re imposing, but this was the job of the manager wasn’t it? They always reminded you you were more then just a water girl, and that they greatly appreciated anything advice you had for them from an outsider point of view, so maybe--

Landing with a loud thud, a groan leaves your lips as you feel your chin smack against the concrete floor beneath you. It takes you a second to gather your bearings, baffled at how you were suddenly on the ground, and trying to ignore the pain at having bitten your own tongue. But the second you hear laughter, you realized exactly what had happened and your head turns around to stare at the three girls stood above you in bafflement.

They’re laughing at you, quite loudly and obvious mocking you, but your eyes narrow in bafflement when you realize you’re positive you’ve seen them before. You just can’t place your thumb on it. They’re not in your class, one of them doesn’t even seem to be in your year, and you don’t think you’d remember some random face you’d passed in the hall, so--

That’s right. You’ve seen them hanging around Oikawa before, and the one older girl had even snuck into practice one day.

Slowly pushing yourself to your feet, you move to gather your stuff, only for it to be kicked out of your grasp.

“What the--!”

“Listen.”

You blink when the older one, clearly the leader or whatever, is suddenly directly before you, barely a breaths away, glaring down at you.

“You need to quit being manager for Oikawa-san’s volleyball team.”

And your eyes widen, baffled, lips parting as you shake your head; “I don’t--”

“I think you perfectly understand,” the girl behind her sneers, eyes cold.

“We don’t like how close you were with Oikawa-san.”

“And we’re sure Oikawa-san’s sick of seeing your ugly face every day.”

You’re stunned silent. Honestly, you’re not really sure what to say.

“We’ll give you till the end of the week,” the head girl smiles, but it’s a sickly sweet, filling you with dread. “Okay?”

She doesn’t wait for you to respond before her and the other two are walking off, clearly proud of themselves if they way they walk and hold themselves is anything to go by.

It’s takes you five minutes to gather yourself before you start making your way to the gym again for practice.

Part of you wants to just skip and go home but you know the boys would be concerned, more then they probably already are given how late you are, and really, it would just cause more issues in the end anyways.

Besides, you’re never one to skip anyways.

You don’t cry. You’re not really sure why because you definitely want to, but the tears never come and then you’re suddenly in the gym and everyone's rushing towards you in concern, questions leaving their lips rapidly as to why you were so late.

You brush them off, and it almost works, before Iwaizumi takes notice of the dried blood on the corner of your lip that you’d regrettably missed when cleaning yourself up earlier and the scrape underneath your chin.

“What happened to your chin, Y/N? You’re bleeding.”

He steps towards you, but you brush him off.

“I just tripped is all. Bit my tongue.”

You smile and hope it’s enough to convince them, but even if Iwaizumi looks like he wants to argue, Oikawa’s already pulling him back onto the court.

“You’re so clumsy, Y/N-chan! You really do need to be more careful!”

Some of the boys laugh and you do too, forcing yourself to pretend like everything’s fine even though you can physically feel yourself shaking.

But even as he’s being dragged away, Iwaizumi is still eyeing you and you don’t let him grow anymore suspicious then you can tell he is. You send him a soft smile, and then turn, making your way over to the coach to see where you can help for the day.

And it continues on like that for week. 

By the next day, every seems to have forgotten you being late and only Makki makes a teasing comment about the cat themed bandaid on your chin to which you begrudgingly shove him away with a shrill “it’s the only ones we have!” and you seem more like yourself then you had the day before that by the second day, even Iwaizumi has relaxed.

By the end of the week, even he seems to have forgotten about it.

But you haven’t. 

And it being the end of the week has you scared.

Kindaichi seems to notice your weird behaviour in class, especially now that the two of you tend to stick together now that you’re acquainted. But you brush him off every time he asks, saying you just felt ill.

He seems to believe it fine.

Luckily for you, nothing happens.

You’re on edge all day expecting something to happen, but nothing ever does.

Aiko, the third year and clear ring leader of that little group, never approaches you. In fact, you don’t see her once all day, which that in itself isn’t odd since you’re in different years, but you had expected to see her lackies -- either Makoto, a first year like you, or even Nami, a second year.

But you don’t.

By the final bell, you’re relieved.

It was just a mindless threat. It didn’t mean anything clearly, and they had just been poking fun, and honestly you were fine with that -- so long as you didn’t have to deal with them again.

You’d just have to be more wary of the fangirls. Maybe they weren’t as kind as you thought you were, and clearly they thought you posed some kind of threat (even though you definitely didn’t) so you’d just keep it in mind and--

“I’m pretty sure we told you by the end of the week.”

It’s a harsh thud, you don’t fall to the ground like you did last time, but you do thud against the lockers which dig painfully into your back. And regrettably you let a small cry in response, which pales in comparison to the cry of pain that leaves your lips when one of them grab a chunk of your hair and tug, hard.

Pushing at the hands that grab at you, you spin, not surprise to see the same three as before, sneering down at you.

Aiko spits down at you. “Clearly you didn’t listen.”

“I’m not gonna just quit,” you whisper, feigning the confidence to speak up for yourself. Your eyes narrow up at her, even though your heart is racing madly against you chest, and shake your head adamantly. “I love managing the volleyball team, and it’s not even because of Oikawa-senpai! I love being will all the boys, and I won’t let you--!”

“You really are just a slut.”

You’re stunned silent, lips left parted.

“Listen, I gave you a week, you didn’t listen.” Aiko scoffs, shaking her head as she brushes her hair back, glaring down at you. “I’ll show you what happens when I don’t get my way.”

She strikes you hard, across the cheek, and naively, you think that’s it. You can handle some punches and kicks, because you really don’t want to give up the one thing that’s made you happy for the first time in a long time. Even as the hits continue, and your body starts to ache, you think,

I can handle this.

But still, you end up skipping practice that day. You blame it on the fact the fact that you just didn’t want to have to explain why you looked so battered and messed up, knowing this time no amount of lying was going to get you out of this one. Because, really, it wouldn’t just be Iwaizumi suspicious this time -- all the boys will be, and then they’ll probably talk to the coach and...

and, it’s just to much a fuss for you. So, you skip, sending a text to Oikawa explaining that you weren’t feeling well and you’d be back Monday and to please apologize on the coaches behalf for you.

But you don’t go back the next day.

When you open your locker the next Monday, your homework that you’d finished during lunch to previous day to get a head start is ruined. Completely and wholeheartedly ruined.

And when you glance around, the first thing you see is Makoto from across the hallway, smirking at you.

But you don’t have any proof.

So, you suck back the tears that threaten to fall, and sulk to your first class where you know the teacher will be less then pleased.

And of course she isn’t, but she simply sighs and tells you that if you don’t have it in by tomorrow, she’ll have to give you a failing grade. 

Embarrassed and upset, you walk to your seat, ignoring Kindaichi’s watchful gaze as you sink into your seat.

But it only gets worse from there.

The second class starts, a note is tossed onto your desk.

You eye, confused, glancing around for who threw it, only for everyone to be faced forward, before glancing briefly at Kindaichi’s whose watching your curiously.

Slowly, you open it.

Is it true you actually slept with all of the volleyball team?

Laughter echoes, but when you look up, there’s three girls staring at you, all mockingly.

Kindaichi leans forward, trying to grab the note but you pull it from his grasp, avoiding his gaze.

He cannot see that.

And when the class ends, you narrowly avoid Kindaichi who calls for you, rushing out of the class, only for someone to bump into you the second you make it out, shoving harshly into your shoulder.

“Slut.” The voice sneers.

Your lips part, and you glance up, feeling your vision blur, but when you glance around, you suddenly notice the looks everyone’s giving you, and the way they laugh and sneer at you.

But what really makes you break is when you turn, feeling like everyone’s against you, and find Kindaichi staring at you with parted lips, obviously confused, and you just can’t hold it back then, turning without another word, and running off.

The day continues like that, and after lunch, which you spent alone hidden in a bathroom stall, you see Iwaizumi and Oikawa ahead of you, smiling when they notice you.

They look as if they want to talk, but you know then you absolutely cannot like that happen, for multiple reasons, so you turn around quickly, running off in the opposite direction despite the way they call after you.

You don’t go back to practice like you said you would.

And neither do you Tuesday.

When Wednesday rolls around, and every laughs at you when you walk pass them in the halls, or sneers at you, or looks at you like you’re the most disgusting thing, you go to the office when you realize you can’t handle this any longer.

No matter how much you love being on the team and managing the boys. 

Little do you know, in class, Kindaichi notices the odd coloured paper in your hands and curiously, maybe even worriedly (because there’s a sinking feeling in his gut) peers over your shoulder as subtle as he can, lips parting when he reads the header.

Permission to quite a club form.

“I think Y/N’s going to quite the team.”

It’s the first words he says when he enters the club room that day, and it makes everybody pause.

Silence echoes, and slowly, unsurely, Yahaba shakes his head; “what-what are you talking about, Kindaichi? I thought Y/N said she just wasn’t feeling well, which is why--”

“I saw the form this morning,” Kindaichi shakes his head, “I know what I read.”

Oikawa shakes his head. “Y/N would’ve talked to us first if something was upsetting her. She wouldn’t just--”

“Haven’t you guys heard the rumours going around?”

It’s Kunimi who speaks this time, his voice the similar drawl it always is, but if you look at him close enough, it’s easy to tell that he’s concerned. Upset even. And he looks disgusted as he speaks, eyeing Kindaichi first, almost knowingly, before turning to the other boys.

Iwaizumi’s brows furrow; “what are you talk--”

“I think someone’s been bullying her,” Kindaichi frowns. “It started at the beginning of the week. Y/N came in with her homework ruined, which I thought was weird, because she always is so careful with her work and makes sure it’s done early. And then someone tossed this note onto her desk but she wouldn’t let me read it, and she wouldn’t talk to me or even look at me all class. Then, when class was over, people were... well--”

“There’s a rumour going around that’s she’s slept with all of us.”

It’s Kunimi who finishes it, Kindaichi’s face beet red, which quite a few of the boys mimic seconds later when Kunimi finishes.

But Oikawa? Oikawa just looks pissed.

“What?”

Kindaichi blanches, looking absolutely terrified; “I thought you knew! I didn’t--”

Oikawa storms past him, Iwaizumi quick to follow, and then Mattsun and Makki are right behind them. The first and second years glance at each other, before slowly following them, and sure enough the third years are heading straight for the gym, to which none of them are surprised to find you there, a form in your shaky hands as you stare at Coach Mizoguchi.

You turn to them with wide eyes, clearly having hoped to finish before any of the boys started practice. But Mizoguchi looks relieved. “Thank God you boys are here,” he breathes, standing up to which you try to stop him, but he isn’t listening, “Y/N wants to quit, but I really think she should talk to you first,” he’s looking directly at Oikawa, “she won’t tell me why. And please Y/N,” he turns to you, “I think you should reconsider.”

“We’ll talk to her,” Oikawa cuts in, voice oddly low before you can say anything.

Mizoguchi smiles, nodding at you before making his way over the gym obviously in search of Irihata. Instantly the tension thickens when you’re left alone with all eyes directly and solely on you.

It takes a second to find the words. “I’m sorry I didn’t talk to any of you about it, but I...” And your voice falters, even you can’t help the way your voice quivers. “I think it’s best if I just quit.”

“You’re not quitting.” It’s Iwaizumi who speaks this time, and his voice is so firm, so sure, even if you’re not sure how to argue against it.

“But I-I--”

“You don’t need to quite,” Oikawa shakes his head, stepping towards you and pulling the form from your grasp with ease. You watch with parted lips as he simply rips it right in front of you, tossing it aside without much care, before glancing back at the rest, namely the other third years, turning back to you. “Now, tell us, who told you you had to quit?”

And your eyes bulge. How did he--

“Kindaichi and Kunimi told us about everything,” Iwaizumi starts, moving towards you, as your eyes fall to the first years, watching the way they both, even Kunimi, stare after you in concern. “We know someone’s been bothering you, so, just tell us.”

“We’ll help you,” Watari adds with a smile, hesitantly speaking up.

And you pause, unsure. But then you stare at them all watching you carefully, and see how all of them care so much, more then you ever thought they did and you’re reminded of why you’d refused to quit in the first place. Reminded of how much you love managing the volleyball team and no matter how much you were scared and hurt, you didn’t want to lose it all.

Lose them.

“It’s... It’s a few, three actually, of Oikawa-senpai’s fangirls,” you mumble, voice low, head turned downwards. “They... They don’t like how much time I spend with him, so they... they told me to quit and when I refused, they...” You don’t need to finish.

There’s a pause, before a slap echoes. 

“Somehow I knew this was your fault, Shittykawa.”

“Ow!” Oikawa cries, “Iwa-chan, it’s not like I...” But he seems to pause, lips parting as he glances down at you, his heart breaking slightly at the tears in your eyes.

Stepping forward, he pulls you into a hug, and you let him; “I’m sorry, Y/N-chan, I didn’t know they were hurting you.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“It kinda is,” Mattsun comments, stepping forward as he smiles down at you, ruffling your hair. “It’s easier to blame him anyways.”

“I agree,” Makki laughs.

And even you find yourself laughing lightly.

“Really, Y/N-chan? Even you too?”

“Sorry.”

Then, everyone turns serious; “I’ll talk to them,” Oikawa frowns. “What they did isn’t okay. I won’t let them get away with it. They’ll never bother you again, Y/N.”

And you’re surprised by how serious he is.

But things do get better.

Aiko never bothers you again, nor does any other one of Oikawa’s fangirls.

Oikawa even makes her apologize, and even you have to admit the absolute mortification on her face makes everything a lot better.

The boys try to stop the rumour, but it’s easier said then done, though, the fame of it all does dwindle and you’re not snided in the hallways so much anymore.

It’s kind of hard to when you usually have one of the third years walking you to and from class anyways.

Besides, they’re your friends, and even if everyone else hates you, they don’t.

And that’s all that matters to you.