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ellieshaze · 1 year

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After Dark

{Part 3}

Ellie Williams X F! reader

Warnings: language , blood , kissing ofc , so much fluff fr , ellie is a big baby idc what y’all say

Word Count: 3k words

This probably sucks because i wrote it half asleep last night but whatever. Also, this one isn’t nsfw but the parts before are and the ones after this will be <3

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It had been a few days since that night with Ellie in your bedroom, and she had been avoiding you ever since. Jackson is a small town, so she couldn’t avoid you forever, at least you thought. If you went into a room she happened to be in, she’d come up with any excuse to leave. When walking down the main street of Jackson, if you were on the same side or anywhere near her she’d go far around you. While patrolling she made sure you never got on the same patrol as her, even if it was a group. It was definitely petty but you deserved it, you had hurt her.

You wanted to apologize to her but every time you’d try and go up to her, she’d leave before you got to her. Honestly, it was kind of annoying and childish that she thought she could avoid you forever. On day four of Ellie ignoring you, you decided you’d do whatever you could to get close to her again, and try to apologize to her. “Jesse!” You yelled as you picked up pace to get to him, it was in the middle of the main street of Jackson. “Hm?” He muttered, turning around to face you. You grabbed his arm and dragged him off between two buildings, because if Ellie saw she’d know what was up. “Switch patrols with me” You said to him, he still looked confused as to why he was dragged away. “Why couldn’t you just ask me out there?” He was leaned against the side of the small shop, looking down at you.

“Doesn’t matter, can i have your patrol or not?” You asked him, feeling a little stupid for being overly paranoid. “Yeah sure.. weird that you wanna patrol so bad but whatever” Was all Jesse said before he walked away, laughing a little to himself. You made your way quickly back to your house, changing into clothes that were fit for being out in the snow for an extended period of time. You wore black jeans that were faded and torn up a little, a random long sleeved shirt and a heavy black jacket. You noticed Ellie’s gray hoodie on your bed, but you didn’t bring it, not knowing if she’d even want to talk to you in the first place. When you made it to your front door, about to leave, you suddenly got nervous. What if she refused to go and you were left to patrol by yourself or with someone you didn’t know well?

When you were finally able to build up the courage to leave your house you headed down to the stables. You expected Ellie to be there already, but she wasn’t, so you headed in for your horse. The horse you had bonded with was a paint mare, she was white with black running down from her neck all the way to the base of her tail. Her name was Eagle, she was found roaming around near Jackson, and had almost been killed by infected. “Hey girl” You said softly to the horse, you grabbed a handful of treats and held your hand out to her. She whinnied at you as she ate the treats, when she was done you grabbed onto her reins as you walked her out of the barn. You mounted your horse and sat by the gate, waiting for Ellie to show up.

You were running your hands through the mane of Eagle when you heard hoof steps approaching. You heard a grunt and when you looked up you saw Ellie on top of her horse, Shimmer. She avoided your eyes when she yelled at a woman who was standing near the weaponry by the gate, and she came quickly, two rifles in her hand. She handed one to you and then the other to Ellie before she yelled for the gates to be opened. Once the large gates were open, Shimmer raced forward, and you whistled at Eagle, indicating for her to go. Not long after, you caught up to Ellie, and your horses trotted side by side once you made it into the thick forest. You had only been out this way a handful of times, months before. “We have to make sure the town nearby is still clear.” Ellie said to you, oh how you missed her voice. Before you could respond she picked up pace, clearly trying to get this over with as soon as possible.

Once the two of you made it to the edge of the town, the two horses were now at a slow trot, unable to go fast because if they made too much noise infected nearby would hear and you’d be swarmed. You wanted to say something to Ellie as the two of you sat quietly on the backs of your horses, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. After a few minutes of silence you decided that you had to talk to her, that was the whole reason you took Jesse’s patrol anyways. “Ellie-“ You started but were cut off by the clicking sound you immediately recognized as a clickers, and your horses eyes went wide as she whinnied and began trotting faster. You gently pat your horse, trying to calm her as you got her to stop, you and Ellie both getting off your horses.

You both tied your horses in a nearby garage, closing it to ensure their safety. The clickers noise began again, it was louder and coming from a nearby convenience store, walking towards the door the both of you crouched down. Ellie glanced at you, nodding before she opened the door quietly, you made your way in quietly behind her. When you got into the store, you stood behind a shelf, looking out into the store to see two clickers, sighing as you reached for the blade in your boot. You and Ellie nodded at each other as she made her way to the one on the left, you on the right. Ellie brought hers down first, stabbing it in the neck quickly, bringing it to the ground silently. You were only a foot from the clicker when you stepped on glass, your heart dropping to your stomach.

You jumped to your feet, the clicker screaming out at you as it grabbed onto you. “Fuck!” You yelled, holding it back with your arm, but you weren’t strong enough and it knocked you to the ground. Your blade fell from your hand, now using both hands to keep the clicker off of you. Only a moment later Ellie came up, shoving her switchblade into the clickers head and pulling it off of you. “Holy shit” Ellie muttered, immediately on her knees, grabbing into your hand. Only then did you realize there was blood pouring from a wound on your hand. She began to wipe away the blood even though it was still coming out fast. “Not a bite…” She sighed, closing her eyes and you could tell she was relieved.

“It may not be a bite but I am still bleeding everywhere.” You said to her, laughing a little through the pain that now overcame you. She tore fabric from her jacket, the one she usually wore over her gray hoodie but you remembered, you still had it. She wrapped the fabric around your hand, holding onto it to keep pressure on the wound. She helped you to your feet, “We need to find something to clean the wound, Jackson is too far but there’s a house across the street. They might have something.” She picked up your knife from the floor, handing it to you and turning to walk out the door. “Ellie your back” You said to her, noticing blood seeping through her shirt on her shoulder blade. She reached a hand back and touched her shoulder, her hand covered in fresh blood. “Let’s go.” Was all she said in response before opening the door.

When you made it to the house across the street you made your way inside, Ellie ahead to make sure it was clear. She took out a stalker in the basement but aside from that, it was clear. When the two of you began to loot the rooms, she found some gauze, wrap and alcohol in an upstairs bathroom. You both ended up seated on the couch downstairs in the living room, and Ellie took your hand in hers. You watched her as she unwrapped your hand and poured alcohol onto it, you winced in pain but didn’t pull away from her grasp. You watched as she cleaned the deep gash on the palm of your hand, almost forgetting the pain as you were mesmerized by her focused face. Once she was done, she wrapped your hand with the gauze and then the tan wrap, tying it off tightly to be certain it would hold.

“Your turn” You said to Ellie as she let go of your hand gently. “I’m fine” She muttered, she wouldn’t meet your gaze for even a second. “Don’t be dumb, turn around and pull your shirt down.” You said firmly, and she didn’t object any further as she pulled her jacket off, and undid the buttons of her flannel, the one that she wore the first night everything between you began. She pulled it down on the shoulder, exposing a bloody cut on her shoulder blade, not nearly as deep as the one on your hand was. You poured some of the alcohol onto a cloth and brought it to the wound, noticing how she flinched at the sharp pain of the alcohol on a fresh cut. Once you cleaned the wound, you pulled her shirt back over her shoulder. “Can’t really wrap it because of the placement.” You as you began to shove things back into your backpack, watching as Ellie began to put her jacket back on.

Ellie was about to stand when you grabbed her hand, she stopped and just looked at you. “Don’t” She muttered, you heard some sadness in her voice, but no hatred or anger. “Please, just listen to me” You pleaded with her, and she didn’t object or move so you assumed she’d listen. “I’m sorry-“ you started but were cut off, “sorry doesn’t fix shit” Ellie snapped at you, anger was now slightly noticeable in her voice. “Just let me finish.” you said to her, your eyes not leaving hers no matter how angry and hurt they looked. She sat there, not saying another word. “You’re right. I shouldn’t have made you hide and i know i shouldn’t give a shit what people think. But i’ve seen how they’ve treated you, and i just- I don’t think i could deal with that.”

Ellie was fumbling with her hands now, something you’ve noticed she does when she’s nervous. “I don’t know how to just tell my parents, it’s weird to bring it up randomly” You said, your eyes landed at your feet, unable to even look in her direction anymore. “I’m not asking you to tell anyone.” Ellie finally spoke, “I just- don’t want you to pretend there’s nothing happening here when anyone else is around. I want to be able to be seen in public with you, i don’t want you to feel ashamed of me.” She sounded sad, you could feel her eyes on you. “I’m not ashamed of you, Ellie. I’m ashamed of myself.” Your eyes finally left your feet, meeting her sad green eyes. “Well fuck that,” Ellie said, grabbing your injured hand again, “We’re out here fighting infected, protecting that fucking town and those people. If they have an issue you can just remind them of that.”

“What if they don’t want me to be around the children anymore? I know some of them think it’s inappropriate” Ellie laughed at that, “Well they can deal with it because Maria decides on who does what and she won’t stand for that shit” You smiled at her, Maria was known to not take peoples shit and do whatever she felt was right whether it made people mad or not. “I am sorry, Ellie.” You said to her, holding her gaze, “It’s okay” Ellie said softly, she even smiled a little and it seemed to be genuine. “We should finish patrol and head back, we’ve been gone far too long” You nodded and grabbed your bag, slinging it over your shoulder.

When the two of you made your way back into Jackson, you were both smiling like idiots. When you brought your horses back to the barn, Ellie looked around for a moment before leaning in to kiss you. As much as you wanted to pull away and make sure nobody saw, you didn’t, you were done trying to be someone else. You leaned into her, one of your hands grabbing her waist, pulling her closer to you. Only a moment later she pulled away, saying her goodbyes and waving at you on her way out. “So that’s what stealing my patrol was about” You jumped, turning to see Jesse standing there, a stupid smirk on his face. “Shut up” you groaned, leaving the stables before he could say anything else.

When you got home, you had found out that there was some event going on at the main hall in Jackson. Just some dancing and drinking, these only happened occasionally, usually when things were going well and there were no recent casualties. You decided that you were going to go, because you knew Ellie probably would show up for her friends. Before you headed out, you took a shower, not wanting to smell like blood and sweat any longer. Putting on a simple button up and jeans you left your house, heading towards the hall. Your family had joined you, it seemed like most of the town was there.

You immediately spotted Ellie when you made your way inside, she was leaned against a table with a drink in hand. She was wearing a blue flannel, the sleeves rolled up and unbuttoned to reveal a white shirt underneath. You noticed she wore the same type of outfits frequently, but you definitely were not complaining. Her hair was tied up, some strands hung loose as usual, her look was so basic but it had your eyes lingering for way longer than they should. She didn’t seem to notice you as you walked up, leaning against the table next to her. “Hey” You said, looking over at Ellie. “She smiled softly at you, “Hey.” You knew that your apology earlier that day wouldn’t fix everything, and that you needed to do more to make up for your shitty behavior.

Without thinking you grabbed her drink, drinking the last of it, it was disgusting but you needed the confidence. “Hey-“ Ellie said, not seeming to be mad but more confused. You grabbed her hand and dragged her to the middle of the room, the song had ended and a slower one had begun. You pulled her into you, your arms wrapping around her neck, and hers finding their place on your waist. “This is new” Ellie said, sounding impressed. “I’ve decided it doesn’t matter what people think” She smiled at you as the two of you swayed to the music, and you couldn’t help but lean in. You tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear as you leaned in to kiss her, very aware of the fact that other people were around.

Her lips were soft on yours, her hands squeezed your waist tighter and your arms tightened around her neck. The two of you kissed for just a few more moments before pulling apart, smiling at each other like idiots. You looked around and then you saw it, a few had their eyes on the two of you, but nobody said a thing. You saw your family on the other side of the room, they were also looking at you but you didn’t see disgust or anger on any of their faces. “See” Ellie said softly. When the song came to an end and you walked away, Ellie’s hand in yours, not caring what anyone else thought in that moment. The two of you left early, walking down the snowy streets towards your house.

You leaned into her side as the two of you walked, your arms linked. “So are you my girlfriend now?” You asked her, immediately feeling stupid for even asking. “Do you want me to be?” She laughed softly, her head leaning into yours. You smiled, nodding but saying nothing more. “Then yes.” Ellie responded.

Soon you regretted not bringing a jacket with you when you began to shiver. Yes, Jackson wasn’t that big, but it was still cold as fuck. When you got to the porch you stopped, “can you stay with me?” She nodded, and with that you opened the door,walking in and slamming it shut quickly. Thankful for the warmth of the house. You grabbed her hand as the two of you made it to your room, the only lights were the blue christmas lights hanging around your walls.

When you made it to your room, Ellie immediately hopped onto your bed, getting comfortable. “Is that my hoodie?” She asked you, grabbing it off the edge of your bed. Your eyes went wide, it was so embarrassing to not only still have her hoodie, but it was in your bed, for days. “Uh-“ Was all you said, unsure of how to explain to her why you kept it in her bed instead of returning it to her. “Keep it.” She said, laughing a little at how flustered you had gotten. You didn’t say anything as you climbed onto your bed, your shoes discarded on the floor next to Ellie’s. Both of you just lied there on your sides, facing each other but not saying anything. After a few minutes you noticed she was drowsy, looking like she was about to fall asleep any moment. Without thinking, you pulled her close to you, her face leaned into your chest as she drifted off. Only yesterday Ellie was upset with you, and now she was in your bed, asleep in your arms.

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runnning-outof-time · 1 year

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The Christmas Market | John Shelby x Reader

Request: no - part of my Countdown to Christmas Event

Pairing: John Shelby x reader

Summary: In which John falls in love with (Y/N) all over again as he watches her go around the Christmas market; filled with joy.

Warnings: mention of smoking

Word Count: 1148

A/N: oh how I wish I had a Christmas market around where I live … only 6 more days everyone! Enjoy! :)

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future stories similar to this one!

"Good morning, (Y/N)!" Polly greeted the younger woman with a smile as she walked onto the betting shop's main floor.

"Good morning, Pol! How are you doing today?" (Y/N) echoed the other woman's greeting as she stopped in front of her desk.

"Nothing terrible's happened yet, so I guess that I'm doing fine," Polly answered, her response making (Y/N) laugh.

"That's a way to look at it," the younger woman said, a smile on her face.

"There a reason you're here?" Polly asked then.

"I'm looking for John. I wanted to see if he'd be willing to come out with me," (Y/N) explained the reason behind her presence.

"He's dealing with the bets. You may be able to take him if you can find someone to take over his spot. Thomas won't be too happy to find out he's down a spot on race day."

"I'll find someone," (Y/N) assured the older woman, a confident smile on her face.

"Have at it," Polly smiled, taking a drag from her cigarette then.

(Y/N) then walked past her desk and further onto the floor. She found John almost immediately. He was standing up on the platform, writing down the different events and wagers on the chalkboard that was mounted to the wall. She knew that she had to find someone to take over before she could snag him from his duties.

It wasn't long before her eyes fell on the perfect candidate. "Scudboat!" she exclaimed with a smile as she walked over to the man she'd set her sights on.

"(Y/N)!" he responded in similar fashion, "what can I do for you?" he asked, his brows raised.

"Can you take over John's spot on the board? I want to take him out for the afternoon," she asked him, then pulling a face that she hoped would seal the deal.

"I don't know, (Y/N)..." he trailed off, hesitancy in his voice, "don't know if Tom'd go for that," he added.

"Get Johnny Dogs to take your spot watching over the floor. He just sits here and does nothing all day anyway," (Y/N) suggested a possible plan, motioning over to the man she was talking about. Scudboat glanced over in Johnny Dogs' direction before looking at the woman again. "Please?" she added for extra measure, a pleading look on her face.

Scudboat inhaled deeply, weighing out the options in his head before, finally, he cracked and gave into her desires. "I'll do it," he told her, his answer making (Y/N) smile widely.

"Thank you so much," she said to him gratefully, watching as he stood up to go talk to the man who'd be taking over his position then. She took that as her 'ok' to go and grab John from the platform he was standing on.

He noticed her before she was able to call out to him. "(Y/N)? What are you doing here?" he asked her, his brows furrowed.

"I'm stealing you for the afternoon," she explained to him, a smile on her face.

"I'd love to leave with you, but I'm needed to work the floor today. Tommy'll..."

"Don't worry about what Tommy'll do," she cut him off before he could finish his statement, "the Christmas market is in town again and I'd like to go and visit it with you," she then laid out her idea.

"Oh the market's back?" John asked her, a glint now in his eye.

"Yes, and you know how much I love it," (Y/N) responded with a similar glint now present in her eyes.

John looked away for a moment, contemplating the offer that had just been bestowed upon him. From the corner of his eye, he could see (Y/N) crossing her fingers as she held her breath in anticipation. Who was he to say no to her?

"If you've figured out a way to get me out of here, I'll come with you," he then laid out his stipulations, to which (Y/N) responded by grabbing hold of his hand.

"Already figured out. Let's go to the market, Shelby," she said as she began leading the way out of the betting shop without giving him a chance to speak.

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"How beautiful is this, John?" (Y/N) asked with stars in her eyes as they approached the Christmas market. There were various tents set up, selling different types of holiday themed goods and treats. (Y/N) walked two steps ahead of him, unable to contain her excitement of being at one of her happy places again. "Oh my goodness, Marjorie's back with her hand painted ornaments again!" she just about shrieked when she recognized the older woman's stand that was further down the row, "we have to buy one."

John only chuckled at her excitement. Seeing her filled with this much joy was enough to pull all of the hurt and pain out of his heart and replace it with a great amount of light. It swelled with his love for her. She seemed like a child; so carefree and happy to be living in the moment. He truly felt lucky that he was able to call her 'his'.

"Are you coming, John?!" (Y/N)'s question brought him out of his thoughts, and when he focused in on her again, he saw that her glee had turned to impatience. He had to admit, though, that even then she still looked adorable.

"Yes, love, I am," he answered her, walking over to her side again.

"Give me your hand then. I don't want you falling behind again," she insisted, holding her hand out between them for him to take.

"I'd hold your hand anytime," he grinned at her, his sweet-talking making her lose her train of thought as her cheeks heated up. Everything slowed down for the both of them in that moment, and it felt like they were the only two people standing in what actually was a crowded town square. "Wanna go look for those ornaments?" he was the one to break them out of the trance this time.

"Yes!" (Y/N) responded, her smile widening, if that was possible, as she then began leading him to Marjorie's stand.

After a trip around the entire market, John and (Y/N) were heading back to Watery Lane with their stomachs full of Christmas treats, and a bag that held maybe just one too many of those lovely, handmade ornaments.

"Was this better than spending the afternoon at the shop?" (Y/N) asked, peering over at her partner.

"Is that even a question that needs asking?" John looked at her quizzically before a grin formed on his face, "of course it was…because I got to spend it with you," he added, leaning over to press a kiss to her lips just after they stopped at their home's door.

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majesty-madness · 2 years

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“Finally” - Post Timeskip!Atsumu Miya x reader (sfw)

Summary: For the first time, Y/N decides to stop hesitating and go after what she wants or rather, who she wants.

Word Count: 5200+

Warnings: slight angst, breaking up, parting as friends, good memories, confessions, clichés, sickeningly sweet, romance out the ass, fluff, kissing, fluffy ending

a/n: not proofread. I created the character “Taro” for this specific one-shot, he’s not a character in the show or anything like that. I just wanted to throw it out there. And P.S. I tried to make this a good one even though I was struggling, hope somebody enjoys it.

Sequel: “Finally and After” - Post Timeskip!Atsumu Miya x reader (sfw)

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She wasn’t entirely sure when she’d started to notice it.

The fact that her heart didn’t flutter around her boyfriend the way she imagined it was supposed to. It wasn’t to say she felt nothing for him, but it never was what she thought it was going to be.

When she had asked Taro if he wanted to be her boyfriend, she had been delighted that he said yes. She even jumped into his arms with a grin gracing her face.

But now that they had graduated high school and were now moving onto their own careers, Y/N didn’t picture a future with him. Whenever she would try, it always came up blank. At first, she thought there was something wrong with how things were going in their relationship so she had planned a date on the weekend.

Taro seemed happy to be going out and so they spent their whole Saturday at the park for a picnic date.

It was a fun time, they laughed and joked around, even horsed around a little but when it was over, she felt the same. It felt as though she had spent a casual day with a friend.

Y/N beat herself up for days about what it was she was missing or why she didn’t feel all lovey dovey like other couples were. She was so utterly confused until she bumped into an old classmate of her’s: Atsumu Miya.

It was by chance, and she totally wasn’t expecting him to be anywhere except the gym but here he was. When their eyes connected, he grinned, exclaiming her name as he ran over to gather her in his arms.

She giggled when he hugged her then proceeded to lift her off the ground as she wrapped her arms back around him.

While she would stop by the gym to hang out with the team, it had been far too long since she had done it so she understood his enthusiasm to see her; she was happy to see him too.

They shopped together, chatting about what they had been up to recently, how things were going, stuff like that. It was all going so smoothly until Atsumu, sounding forced, asked how her boyfriend was doing.

Y/N had stopped in the middle of an aisle, her mind suddenly lost to her as she thought about what to say. It should’ve been an easy answer.

‘He’s doing fine!’ or maybe ‘We’re doing great, we’re happy!’

But those weren’t her true thoughts.

Instead of voicing her thoughts, she opted for a little white lie. “He’s doing good, everything's good.”

She put on a smile, one that she wasn’t even convinced by but Atsumu didn’t push her to elaborate.

They’d parted ways as soon as they stepped out of the store, giving each other one last hug before walking off in different directions.

After that incident, Y/N knew exactly why she didn’t feel that romantic with her current boyfriend: she was in love with Atsumu.

The realization of it caused her to break out into a fit of tears when she got home that night. She locked herself inside her bedroom, wailing out in guilt of being in love with someone else while in a relationship.

She hated herself for it. She really did, and thinking back on it, she probably was always in love with Atsumu but had no clue to her own feelings. That’s how oblivious she’d been.

But no longer would she drag this out, now that she understood exactly what was going on. Y/N made a decision, she would set Taro free, leaving him to decide how his life would go on without her.

It was the best thing for both of them. ________

Y/N stood nervously at the very spot that she asked Taro to be her boyfriend.

The setting brought a smile on her face as she thought back to how excited she had been. She remembered grinning ear to ear, and jumping into his arms at the prospect of being in a relationship with him. However, now the happiness of this spot was turning sour at the reality of breaking up with him.

He deserved better, she had rationalized. He deserved to be with someone who would love him no matter what; something she was unable to provide.

“Y/N!” She heard a voice shout from a distance.

She jerked her head up from the wet ground to see Taro quickly approaching her. He stopped right in front of her, bending over a bit to rest his hands to his knees.

“Sorry, I’m a little late! My boss wanted me to look over some transcripts for a quick sec.”

Y/N nervously smiled to reassure him (and possibly herself), “No it’s okay, I’ve only been here a few minutes.”

“So..” Taro whipped himself back up to stand straight. “What did you want to talk about?”

“Uh…” She opened her mouth to say something before closing it again. She did that a few more times then tugged on his sleeve, tipping her head toward a bench a few feet away. “Uh..let’s sit down, yeah?”

Taro raised a brow at her behavior, but went along with it. “Okay.”

They sat down on the bench, knees just barely brushing against each other, the icy fall wind kissing their skin.

Taro had opted to look over at Y/N as she kept her eyes forward, hands nervous messing around in her lap.

“Taro, I um…” Her heart thundered in her chest, forehead becoming slick with sweat. “First off, I want you to know that I am very grateful for everything you’ve done for me over the past two years. You got me through some of the toughest moments of my life; moments I don’t think I would’ve bounced back from if you hadn’t been there.”

“I feel the same, Y/N. You really helped me through highschool.” Taro reciprocated, tone genuine.

“I’m happy I got to be there for you, Taro. I am.” Y/N smiled as she glanced up at him for a second.

Taro smiled back at her, taking a deep breath that wavered; indicating that he was picking up on her nervousness which caused him to become anxious himself.

“And I will continue to be there for you, no matter what, if that’s what you want.” She admitted, then sighed causing the smile she had to slip away from her face. “But Taro, I think…I think we should break up.”

When the words left her lips, she glued her gaze away from the empty sidewalk in front of them to peer at Taro’s expression.

She had imagined this scenario so many times, and so many times his face would reflect hurt.

In her imagination, his eyes would fill with tears before they burned with a white hot rage. He had never been that angry with her, but she always thought of the worst situations.

AND she was preparing to see that face now, however, when her eyes landed on his, he didn’t look anything like that.

Instead, his eyes were squinted from the understanding smile tilting his lips upwards. “I think that’s a good idea.”

Her eyes widened as the words set in. “You do?”

Taro nodded, intertwining his fingers together. “I know we’ve been together for a couple of years, since our second year in high school, and it’s been great. But I think we both know that there’s someone else you have feelings for.”

Y/N couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She let out a nervous chuckle, borderlining relief. “You mean you knew that I loved Atsumu?”

“It was pretty obvious. And guessing by your reaction, I think I knew before you even did.”

“Oh my god…” Y/N sighed, throwing her face into her hands. “That’s embarrassing.”

Taro laughed out loud as he patted Y/N’s shoulder. “It’s okay, I’m sure it was quite the revelation.”

Y/N felt the heat crawling into her cheeks as it sunk in. In all this time, she never once thought that he would’ve known her true feelings before she even did.

The whole time they were together, Taro had always known.

Oh..

Just then something came to her. “Wait…” She lowered her hands back to her lap, the embarrassment taking a backseat to the sudden confusion whirling in her head. “If you knew how I felt about Atsumu, why did you agree to be my boyfriend?”

“Because I knew what it was like to love someone, but not be able to be with them the way that you want even if you didn’t realize it at the time. I understood you, and you understood me, and that’s all I wanted.” Taro explained warmly, his tone never shifting to one of anger or sadness.

Y/N nodded knowingly now. “We found comfort in each other.”

“Yeah, we did.”

There was a moment of silence as the two adults gave themselves a chance to let the reality sink in. It wasn’t a bad thing by any means, it was just a way for them to think on where they would go on from here; without their relationship.

“We had fun though, right?” Y/N asked seemingly out of nowhere.

Taro laughed at the question. “Yeah, I had a lot of fun. And I liked being with you.”

“Me too.” Y/N smiled, this time patting Taro on the shoulder.

“So what are you gonna do now?”

Y/N sighed before standing up and away from the bench, looking up at the darkening sky. “I’m gonna tell him, how I feel. Whether it ends good or bad, doesn’t matter. I want to be honest with myself for a change.”

She turned back to face Taro again more, seeing a smirk on his face. He shook his head before he also stood up. “Well I guess I better be a little honest with myself too.”

“What do you mean? Is there someone you like too?”

Taro rubbed the back of his neck. “Yes. Do you remember Yuki? Yuki Amane?”

“Oh yeah, Yuki! She was president of the photography club, she’s great.” Y/N’s eyes suddenly lit up as she put it all together. “You like her, don’t you?”

“Turns out she works the same gig I do, she’s on the floor just above where I work.”

Y/N crossed her arms and smirked back at him, as he had done a few seconds earlier. “Is that so? Well I wish you luck, good sir.”

“Thanks, you too.”

Y/N’s face relaxed while she uncrossed her arms. “I hope this means we can stay friends.”

Taro nodded. “I don’t see why not.”

Y/N opened her arms out toward him. “Friends?”

He stepped forward to wrap his arms around her midsection and she did the same. “Friends.”

They took a second to enjoy the embrace then stepped back to look at each other, a smile and a light chuckle coming from them both.

“I’ll see you around, Taro.” Y/N bid farewell taking a few steps away, getting ready to leave the small park they’d been standing in.

Taro waved. “I’ll see you around.”

And with that Y/N took off down the sidewalk with only one destination in mind.

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With a tired huff, Atsumu reached down to the bench where his towel was lying. He pulled the soft material up to his face and wiped away all the sweat rolling down his forehead and cheeks.

They had just finished up practicing, and everyone had taken a moment to catch their breath.

Wondering what time it was exactly, Atsumu picked up his phone watching the screen lit up as he did. However, the first thing his eyes landed on was not the time, but the picture of him and Y/N.

He remembered the day they took this photo; it was after an official match in their second year of highschool. Y/N had never been to a volleyball game so he invited her, and he swore as soon as he saw her up in the stands he felt his body surge with energy and he worked to his peak performance.

They won by a landslide to which the coach took them out for dinner, and Y/N ended up going with them. The entire rest of the night Y/N stuck by his side, joking and laughing along with the team and clearly enjoying herself.

Atsumu’s lips tilted up in a small smile before it disappeared upon realizing that was the only time he had her to himself.

“You have to stop doing that.” A voice suddenly spoke up. It startled Atsumu out of his daze, head snapping to his left; Sakusa was currently sitting there with a typical scowl on his face.

Atsumu huffed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He whipped his head away, setting his phone down before continuing to wipe himself down with his towel.

Hinata and Bokuto came jogging over as well, each of them picking up their respective towels.

“Was he staring at his phone again?” Hinata asked in between panted breaths.

“Yes. The idiot won’t stop dozing off.” Sakusa grimaced, taking a drink from his water bottle.

Atsumu flopped down, making sure to keep a good few feet away from Sakusa. “Didn’t think you paid any attention to me, Kiyoomi-san.”

“I don’t, but you’ve been laying it on rather thick as of late.” Sakusa pointed out.

Then Bokuto chimed in. “You should just go for it, man. Tell Y/N that you like her!”

“I can’t do that!” Atsumu objected, his eyes staring up at the rest of the players. “Y/N’s got a boyfriend, and as much as I want to…”

He went silent for a second as he contemplated his next words. “I can’t interfere with her relationship. Not if she’s happy.”

Hinata and Bokuto slowly look over to each other, a knowing nod being shared between them. “Wow, you really have it bad.” Hinata spoke up casually.

Before Atsumu could say anything else another voice entered the gym. “Hey guys!”

All the players whipped their heads over to the source of the voice only to see Y/N walking over to them with a smile.

“Y/N!” Hinata and Bokuto shouted at the same time as they rushed over to her.

First Hinata was the one to envelop Y/N in a hug to which she returned with a smile, then Bokuto picked her up in a hug only to spin her around. She let out a giggle as she hugged him back.

“Bokuto! I’m gonna get dizzy!”

He soon set her down, the trio smiling and laughing with one another. “It’s been so long since we’ve seen you!” Bokuto said cheerily.

“It’s been a couple of weeks.” Y/N rolled her eyes at his comment.

“A couple weeks too long.” Atsumu suddenly spoke up, now standing behind the trio; his arms opened out to her.

Y/N looked over at him, her smile growing as she quickly walked over to him and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.

He pulled her close to him, mimicking a bit from Bokuto’s spinning hug and lifted her a few inches off the ground.

They held each other a few seconds longer than the others did before pulling away, beaming at one another.

“So what brings you here, Y/N? I thought you had a date tonight.” Sakusa asked, eyes flicking to Atsumu to gauge his reaction.

He could see the faintest of grimaces ghostly Atsumu’s lips that he quickly hid behind a fake smirk.

Y/N took a step back from Atsumu to face Sakusa, taking a deep breath. “Well there was a… change of plans so I decided to come see you guys. And I thought that maybe we could hang out, if that’s okay?”

“Are ya kidding? Of course it’s okay. You think I’d hang out with these guys if you hadn’t shown up?” Atsumu jokingly mocked the guys, as he gestured to them with his thumb.

“Oh come on, Atsumu, we all know that we’re the only ones you hang out with.” Hinata nonchalantly pointed out to him, crossing his arms.

“We’re best friends man, don’t throw us to the curb!” Bokuto exclaimed, flinging an arm over his eyes as if to cover up his ‘teary eyes.’

Y/N laughed out loud at the two, her own eyes getting actually teary from the ridiculousness of the two.

“So what did you have in mind, Y/N?” Sakusa asked to draw attention away from the bumbling idiots.

“I thought we could pick up meat buns and drinks from the convenience shop down the block, then hang out at the nearest park.” She said in between fits of giggles and wiping the tears from her eyes.

Hinata and Bokuto pulled a 180, completely ignoring and rushing over in front of Y/N. “Meat buns?!”

“Whoo hoo!” Bokuto shouted, jumping into the air. Hinata had hopped up at the same time causing them to high five in mid air.

“Aww, what about me?” Atsumu chimed in.

Y/N scoffed at his question. “Atsumu, I said we, meaning all of us including you. Now hurry and get change, I wanna hurry and get some of those meat buns before they get cold.”

“She's right, guys! Let’s go!” Hinata shouted while already sprinting across the gym toward the locker room. Bokuto followed hot on his trail, and the two of them disappeared into the hallway.

“God, those two are so annoying sometimes.” Sakusa grumbled, walking out of the gym instead of running.

Now Atsumu and Y/N were the only ones in the gymnasium.

Atsumu stared at her fondly, admiring the small smile every present on her delicate features and when she looked back up at him, he forced his knees not to buckle right there and then.

“I uh..” He stammered a split second, then composed himself. “I’m really glad you’re here, Y/N. I missed ya.”

Her eyes narrowed in that fluffy and loving way as she peered up to him, “I missed you too.”

They kept their gaze on one another when Y/N lightly nudged him on the arm. “Now go get changed, or the others will leave without you.”

“Alright, alright…” He laughed as he finally made his way out.

Y/N opted to wait in the lobby of the gym, scrolling through her phone at pictures on Pinterest. She waited probably about twenty minutes when the conglomerate voices of the MSBY players came rushing down the hall.

As soon as they’d caught a glimpse of each other, they broke off in an excited tizzy, bursting out the doors and heading the street, all except for Sakusa who kept as calm as ever as they headed to the convenience store.

It took only a couple of minutes to reach the store; they grabbed their meat buns and drinks then headed out. Y/N made sure to pay for each one of them, at the behest of the team who kept insisting that they could pay for themselves.

However, Y/N was having none of it. She reasoned that since she was the one to suggest they hang out, she should be the one to buy the snacks.

They weren’t satisfied with that, but they let her buy them anyway, saying they’d pay her back.

Y/N shook her head. After that, they walked to the park in even less time as it was literally just a few steps away.

They chilled out at a wooden park table with the attached seats, joking around, playfully fighting with each other, talking about nothing and everything at the same time.

Nearly the entire time, Atsumu kept his eyes on Y/N, watching her every smile and attentive to every laugh she let slip. He enjoyed the conversation, clearly not ignoring his friends but he really loved being with her even if there were others around.

The fact they were friends somehow gave him the courage to just be himself around her.

This reminded him once again of their after match dinner; her first match and his first real love.

After a couple of hours, Sakusa was the first one to excuse himself from the gang. He said that they still had practice in the morning and he didn’t want to stay up late so he left shortly after saying so.

And with another half hour, the four of them decided they should probably start heading back too.

They headed out of the park, walking home, and still talking on the way. Y/N took note that Atsumu had been constantly standing next to her even now; it made her heart race.

“Yeah, I remember this one time Kageyama and I raced each other and we ran so far that we ended up getting lost.” Hinata admitted as he laughed at the memory.

Y/N snickered at the comment. “Yeah, that’s not surprising. You get lost a lot, Hinata.”

Bokuto bursted out laughing, and Hinata just looked back offended. “Hey! I don’t get lost all of the time, just… some of the time.”

“Face it, you have no sense of direction.” Atsumu teased, propping his hands on his hips.

They all stopped in the middle of the sidewalk as Hinata fully turned to face Atsumu, brows pinched in annoyance.

“That’s not what you say during official matches; you said I was you’re “go to man’!”

“Volleyball and real life are too different things. If you lose your direction in volleyball, you could just earn the point back, but if you get lost in the real world, you could end up in an entirely different prefecture.” Atsumu continued to tease causing Y/N to giggle into her hand as she tried to keep quiet.

“What do you know about ‘real life,’ Atsumu? The only real life thing you’ve ever done is move out of your parent’s house.”

Atsumu loudly huffed at her. “Don’t say that, I’m a famous athlete. That counts!”

Y/N patted him on the shoulder, “But only a few individuals actually become as famous as you all have, so no, I’m afraid it doesn’t.”

“Fine. Whatever.” Atsumu pouted, crossing his arms as he turned his head away from her.

Suddenly, a loud ringing came from Bokuto’s phone. He ripped his phone out from his pocket to look at the shining screen.

“Oh crap, I forgot I set an alarm.” He mumbled out.

“Since when do you set alarms for yourself, Bokuto?” Y/N asked who looked most surprised, and slightly impressed.

Bokuto nodded, pressing a button to shut off the loud noise. “Yeah, since I have a hard time getting to bed on time, Akaashi recommended I start setting alarms to remind myself that I need sleep to survive.”

Y/N bobbed her head up and down in silent acknowledgement of what he was saying. “That’s… that’s actually awesome, man. I’m so proud of you!”

He bashfully grinned, resting his hands on his hips. “Thank you!”

Then Bokuto relaxed, arms falling back to his sides. “Anyway, I need to get going so I’ll see you guys later.”

Y/N and Atsumu bid him farewell but were shouted over top of by Hinata. “Wait, Bokuto! I left my lunch box at your place, can I come over and grab it real quick?”

“Oh yeah, I forgot about that; yeah, sure you can.”

“Thanks, man.” The two began to walk off when Hinata turned back to Y/N. “Oh hey, Y/N, do you want us to walk you home? I know your place isn’t far from here.”

Atsumu peered down at Y/N, anticipating what she was gonna say and prayed that she would say no. Except he knew that was unlikely, most times when Hinata or Bokuto or both of them asked if she wanted company back home, she always said-

“No thanks, I’m gonna stick around with Atsumu for a little while longer. I wanted to talk to him about something.”

The fake blonde’s eyes nearly popped out of skull when those words left her mouth; he silently wondered if he was in trouble somehow that made Y/N want to talk to him alone.

His mind was then desperately thinking of everything he had done over the past few weeks, trying to remember anything that could’ve upset her.

However, his friends had a different reaction; they cast knowing looks at each other, a smirk growing on each of their faces but trying to hide it (not so subtly).

Hinata was the first to speak after that. “Oh, okay~ Well you have yourselves a good night then.”

Then Bokuto, “Don’t let us keep you from spending a little time together. Alone.”

And with much giggling amongst themselves, they walked away, leaving Y/N and Atsumu alone.

“They really lay it on thick, don’t they?” Y/N pointedly asked.

“Y-yeah, they do.” He swallowed thickly, a sudden nervousness enveloping his body.

Y/N rubbed Atsumu’s shoulder, “There’s no need to be so nervous, you’re not in trouble or anything.”

She could see him visibly relax. “Can’t help it, whenever Hinata and Bokuto asked to walk you home, you’ve always said yes. You don’t usually want to talk alone.”

Y/N’s smile faded as she was reminded of what she’d been planning to do all night. “Well what I’m about to say I don’t want anyone else to hear but you.”

“What do you mean?”

Y/N took several steps forward, away from Atsumu's side, and took a deep breath to steady her nerves. She closed her eyes, searching for some kind of comfort for her rapidly beating heart, finding none and her brain instead pushing her to just say it.

“Um..you know I-uh..I broke up with my boyfriend tonight.”

Atsumu’s mouth fell open and eyes opened wide at her confession.

The first thought his brain jumped to was that now he had a chance to be with her, to be there for her like he always wanted but as soon as that thought crossed in mind it was immediately pushed out.

The logical side of himself, as small as it might have been, suddenly shouted at the top of its lungs. He couldn’t actually be considering moving in on her when she trusted him enough to tell him about her break-up.

She had to be vulnerable right now, and what kind of person takes advantage of someone like that.

So Atsumu swallowed his desire, and forced out the only thing that he could think of. “I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

Without turning around Y/N nodded, eyes staring at the starry sky. “Yeah, I’m okay, but in all honesty that’s not what I wanted to talk about.”

“Then what did you want to talk about?”

Finally, she turned around, a stark smile contrasting the current topic. “The reason why we break-up. And the reason is you.”

If he wasn’t shocked before he definitely was now. His face went from shocked to joy to confusion.

What did that mean?

“I-I don’t understand.” The usually charismatic volleyball player stuttered out.

“I know that this may seem totally random, but I need to tell you. I’ve been in love with you for a while.” Y/N confessed, eyes feeling as though they were glued to his frozen body.

“The funny thing is that I didn’t even realize it, I mean maybe on some level I did, but it wasn’t until recently that I figured what it was my true feelings were.” Her hands became sweaty, lungs finding it difficult to capture any oxygen.

“I am sorry for not saying anything sooner, but I had found comfort in Taro, and was content with him, but he wasn’t the one I loved. It was you, Atsumu.” She couldn’t help the enormous smile spreading across her lips when she got all the words out.

“It was always you and I want to be with you. If you’ll have me.”

Atsumu continued to stand there completely frozen by the sudden admission of her love for him.

He heard what she said, understood it, however it was like he couldn’t process it all at once. For a moment, he considered the possibility that he was asleep right now and he’d wake up back in his bed with disappointment floating in his chest because honestly! How often had he imagined this exact scenario?

Y/N standing in front of him, telling him that he was the one she wanted as he wanted her. Too many to count.

But it was real, and when Y/N’s smile faded he knew he needed to do something.

“Atsumu? Are you okay?”

Her voice finally knocked him out of his stupor causing him to blink a few times, and close his mouth.

His golden eyes trailed over her figure for a few seconds and then he was racing toward her.

The abrupt movement startled Y/N for a moment, but before she knew it Atsumu was cupping her face in his hands and pulled her into him with one swift motion.

Their lips molded together like clay, a missing piece to the puzzle finally coming together to complete the picture.

Y/N relaxed as the warmth from his lips flowed through her body, her hands coming up to hold his face in return and the soft texture of his skin left her head spinning.

God, if she’d known this is what it would’ve been like to kiss him, she would have confessed earlier.

Atsumu continued to excitedly move his lips in sync with Y/N, every second, every sensation making his heart thunder in his ears.

This felt so right, like a part of who he was had now come back to make him whole again.

After a few glorious seconds of kissing, they pulled away leaving a wet smack of their departing lips in their wake.

They heaved out a couple of panted breaths and then beamed at each other, a soft laugh echoing between them.

“Fuck. You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.” Atsumu admitted, with no bashfulness to be found.

“I think I have an inkling.” That caused Atsumu to lean down and peck her cheek, hands falling from her face to rest on her back.

“I can’t believe this is happening right now.” The volleyball player said as he took a deep breath.

Y/N placed her hands to his broad shoulders. “Me either, but I’m glad it is.”

“Yeah, for sure.”

They stayed silent for a moment when Atsumu spoke again.

“I hope you realize what you’ve gotten yourself into because I’m never letting you go.” He said as he pushed a loose strand of hair from Y/N’s cheek.

She giggled. “Oh I’m counting on it, mister big shot athlete.”

He swiftly stepped to the side, wrapping one arm around her shoulders. “And I’m going to be taking you on so many dates; gotta make up for lost time.”

They began to walk down the sidewalk once more, Y/N happily holding onto his arm as they did. “I look forward to it.”

#haikyuu!!#hq #hq x reader #haikyu x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu miya #fem!reader #female reader #hq imagines #hq oneshot

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youraverageauthor · 1 year

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Two isekai trucks both miss the chosen one and hit each other instead.

It was finally the day. The day that I’d do the favor to the world and build the hero. I went to work like always, but this time rather than taking the usual route I started driving to the path that the chosen one would pass. It was all planned, today was the final day and I was super glad that I was chosen as the truck driver. I wouldn’t have to pay a fine and I’d gain money too, while the chosen one would get a happy ending.

I was almost at the destination. I could see the mc, he was starting to pass the road and for someone that’d be hit by a truck he looked kinda happy. I started speeding up but the moment I was about to hit the chosen one somehow I missed and hit another isekai truck. This was bad, both of us were shocked and everything went black.

I woke up as the prince of the story. I am not supposed to be here!! I failed to do the only thing that I was waiting for my whole life!!! I became the prince that’s supposed to save the princess but the princess is literally happy in that castle. After a while I realized that the other driver that I crashed into wasn’t here. I started looking for him since we could at least help each other. I couldn’t find him, I could only think about one possible explanation. He was spawned in another part of this world!

I figured out I should take this opportunity to take a look at my surroundings. I couldn't explore my surroundings for some reason, it was as if something was dragging me away from the areas I wanted to go. Seriously, I am isekaid at least let me explore this world freely! I then saw an arrow and I decided to follow it since it was the only way not to get dragged back to where I started. As I was walking I realized that I should check what I had in the backpack. Oh my!! That prince has a book on how to persuade the princess to go out with him and how to kill a dragon. From these alone the character that I reincarnated as seems like an asshole. Even worse, he had dragon-killing potions in the bag?? Why do these even exist?? I decided to throw them away.

My main goal was to find the other truck driver and team up to leave this place. After following the arrow for a while I saw a small town. I decided to buy a sword so I could defend myself if someone decided to attack me. I went to a blacksmith and I saw a beautiful sword. Luckily that bastard that I reincarnated had lots of gold within the bag. It wasn’t as confusing as someone would find it cause I knew the isekai rules. I then passed by a shop that was selling old things and I saw a mirror. The mirror was quite beautiful but then I saw that the outfit really suited me. At Least that bastard had taste.

I decided to go to the town's bakery so I could buy some baked goods to eat and to bring to the princess. I managed to fit the baked goods in my bag and I continued to follow the arrow in the sky. It was kinda boring because I’d have to walk all the way there. As I was walking a bunch of thieves stopped me and asked me to hand them my backpack, which of course I wouldn't do! I grabbed my sword and hoped that the bastard knew about swordsmanship. He didn’t, so I stole one of their horses and started running away.

This was already pretty bad, I can’t defend myself if someone decides to attack me! I couldn’t even stop the horse, I was just hanging there for my life. The horse was running like crazy to the castle I suppose. It was getting harder and harder to hold onto my dear life and then my arms gave up, causing me to fall. That was a painful fall but I luckily had no injuries! The horse stopped and slowly came back. I climbed up the horse and I started riding to the area that I had to go to. Why is it so exhausting??

Finally after I don't even know how long I was in front of the castle. I’d ask the princess if she had seen the other truck driver. I went inside the castle and was soon stopped by the dragon protecting the castle. I dropped my weapon and faced the dragon. “Look, I am not here to steal the princess away, nor kill you. I just wanna ask if she has seen someone that I am searching for.” The dragon looked quite shocked but let me pass. I went to the room of the princess. Before entering I knocked on the door. The door opened and the person I saw just shocked me.

The princess was the reincarnated car driver. Both of us were amazed and dumbfounded, we sat down on the floor and started discussing things. “I can’t believe that something like this could happen. I can’t believe that the chosen one would take the place of this bastard either, couldn’t they have chosen a better character?!” I said and gave him a croissant filled with chocolate. I then began explaining to him how bad the character that I reincarnated was. “Well you are right, it’s pretty funny that we ran into each other too. To be honest they don’t care about which character the chosen will become which is pretty bad. For that role to be chosen for the hero then I don’t believe that he deserved getting isekai’d.”

The conversation continues and we begin to talk about funny things. I then realized that Asher was wearing a dress, which suited him, but he was wearing heels too!! “Well I find it pretty funny that you were reincarnated as the princess. I was even searching for you so we could escape this place!” Asher looked at me “Well I only know one possible way of getting out of here. I have an emergency remote for cases like this.” I was honestly surprised, I didn’t know that this was a thing. Asher took out a small remote with a button on it. “Hold my hand so we can escape together.” He said and that’s what I did cause I prefer isekai-ing people rather than becoming the worst ‘male lead’.

He pressed the button and everything became white. I then woke up, I was in the truck that I was driving before, severely injured. I didn’t expect that I’d be so injured. My eyes began to close and I then woke up on a hospital bed. I had to get stitches on my head because of the crash, other than some minor injuries I was okay. I then looked beside me and my new friend, Asher was there! His arm was broken.

“When we leave this hospital, wanna team up and isekai people together??” He asked me, I was shocked but I agreed because it’d be so much fun to isekai people with a friend! After a while we could finally leave the hospital and I quit my job and was luckily hired at the: “Totally not Isekai-ing Trucks” job. After that we teamed up and isekai’d the chosen people each day while joking around. Asher then became my best friend and we opened our own Isekai-ing truck business. We isekai’d depressed people into the worlds of their fantasies.

#for the laughs #prompt #writing prompt #newwriterscommunity #new writeblr #isekai #trucks #writeblr #old story #aint altering anything

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bunkersandbeaches · 6 months

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There was one last thing that I had to do before I left Tirana, and that was to buy a belt! I stumbled across a second hand shoe shop close to the where I was staying, which also sold belts. I rummaged through them until I found one which would fit. I called the gentleman who was sitting at the back of the shop chain smoking. He couldn’t speak English and showed me the two hundred leki, referring to the cost. I happily paid the money and swaggered off down the road with my trousers firmly around my waist line. Yea, I forgot to pack a belt.

I dragged my suitcase to Skanderbeg Square. This was more challenging than it should have been because as previously mentioned, the pavements are so narrow. I walked past a protest but didn’t stop to figure out what it was about and finally arrived in the main square. I took my last look around and approached a taxi. I was heading to Durrës and needed to take a taxi to the bus station on the edge of town. “€10” the driver quoted me. “That’s too much” I said. It cost that much to get to Bunk’Art1 which is much further out of the city and so the driver put on his metre. Unsurprisingly it took a long time to get to the bus station due to the busy traffic, but at least it was sunny. The journey took around 30 minutes and cost €9, so close to the original quote of €10, but every little helps!

The bus station was simply a car park on the outskirts of town. It was busy and chaotic but fairly easy to navigate. There was a big sign which listed the bus departure times to Durrës. I quickly found my bus and jumped on board. Soon enough the bus conductor came around, I paid 180 leki, about €2, and we were off. An older gentleman sat next to me on the bus. He couldn’t speak English but took to looking at my phone every time I got it out. I don’t know what he was expecting to see on it…porn?

The bus took the long straight road to Durrës. Most of the road is well maintained and the bus itself was modern and air conditioned. The journey took 45 minutes and before I knew it, we were in Durrës. We stopped at the central bus station and the older gentleman nodded at me as he got off the bus. I grabbed my suitcase and walked along the long road towards the beach. On my way I passed the new train line which will run from Tirana to Durrës. It is expected to open in 2024. To be honest, its more of an upgrade of an existing line than a new line.

Eventually I reached my Airbnb. It’s nice and the balcony overlooks the beach. The only problem is the walls are paper thin. I rested before walking out onto the beach to enjoy the sunset. I have heard that the Durrës sunsets are something special and this did not disappoint. The sun set beyond Durrës harbour leaving the entire sky covered in a purple haze.

I decided to eat at a local restaurant on the beach. I walked in and asked to see the menu. I was greeted by an Albanian man who spoke good English and referred to me as mate in a cockney accent. We started talking and apparently he used to live in London but was deported from the UK for working in a “weed house”. He told me the life story of everyone who works at restaurant. One is in the military and another is going to come to the UK next month. He asked what I did, I said teacher, he said that with my hat he thought that I was a policeman. I remained calm but I had come for dinner not an interrogation. I took a seat out front by the sea and ordered a pizza and beer. The food was great as was the efficient service. As I left the waiter said “remember my name, I will be bringing drugs to your country soon”. I responded “drugs are everywhere” and he answered “no, just the UK”. I approached Albania with an open mind, but increasingly where the younger generations are concerned my vision has been tainted. Needless to say, I won’t be going back to this particular restaurant.

#durres #albania #travel 2023 #travel #europe

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mox-writes · 2 years

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Darlin' (Lee Bodecker x Reader) MoxMas Day 14)

Warning: 18+, fluff, smut, oral (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, m/f orgasm, pet names: darling, doll, baby, mentions of domestic abuse, some violence, gunshot wounds (unrelated to the abuse),

Word Count: 8,523

Pairing: soft!Lee x Reader

Summary: You move to Knockemstiff to make a clean break from an abusive relationship. Working as a nurse, the sheriff takes interest in you and you slowly begin to fall for him. When he suffers a gunshot, you tend to him and your bond only grows.

Prompt: Christmas Eve has your otp trapped in an elevator until late, both hungry and cold and now asleep together on the floor with bags of shopping discarded across from them.

A/N: Alright, this is long as hell and idk if it just drags on or not, but I really loved the idea of Lee being infatuated with you so here's that. I also briefly made this a MoxMas prompt to fill in my list lmao, but that isn't really the main focus. Also, in this world Lee isn't corrupt or a hoe lmao. As always, crossposted on moongoddessmox! Feedback is greatly appreciated! <3

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You offered him a weak smile, he came by every day just to talk to you, hoping one day you’d finally give in to his advances and go out with him. You heard about his reputation around town and didn’t want to get into another bad relationship. You moved away from home to escape an abusive relationship that left you in the hospital plenty of times and just wanted a clean break.

“Mornin’ darling’,” Sheriff Lee Bodecker greeted you as he walked into the small rural hospital where you worked. You were new in town, coming in from one small town to another and taking up a vacancy there as a nurse. You weren’t so sure it could be called a hospital, it was the size of a clinic and didn’t see as many patients as a hospital did, most folks around there couldn’t afford major surgeries so the most action the place saw was a few broken arms.

“Mornin’ Sheriff,” you barely glanced at him as you shuffled around some papers, getting together some forms for a patient. Lee leaned on the counter and tapped his hand on it absentmindedly, the other playing with some candy wrappers in his jacket pocket.

“When are you gonna let me take you to dinner, doll?” The southern drawl of his voice was thick and smooth, it ran chills down your spine when he’d call you those little pet names but you always brushed them off. He didn’t bother making small talk before he asked, like I said, he came in every day to talk to you and ask the same thing.

“I already told you, sheriff, I’m busy workin’ here and I ain’t got time to be running around with you,” you gave a small smirk. You didn’t think he’d ever give up trying to get you to dinner, probably just so he could get you into bed–or more likely, the back of his cruiser. But he was pretty cute, you’d give him that.

“Oh darlin’, you gotta eat sometime,” he winked, waiting for a proper answer, his blue eyes watching every move you made. You stacked your papers and clipped them onto a clipboard, holding it in your arms against your chest. You looked up at him, his round cheeks creased with a smile. You sighed, walking around the counter and placing a hand on his shoulder briefly.

The sheriff’s infatuation with you went on for weeks, hoping that one of those days would finally be the one. You always brushed him off and denied his attempts but he kept coming back to that little hospital, tapping his fingers and chewing on some type of candy, leaning against that little counter as you filled out forms and processed information. It had gotten to the point where everyone knew when he was coming; if you were going to be away with a patient, there’d always be a note written by another nurse waiting for him on the counter. “She’s busy, try again tomorrow”, to which he’d wait as long as he could for you to be finished just so he could see you, though usually you didn’t come back out in time and he had to disgruntledly leave.

“Bye sheriff,” you walked away down the hall, skirt swaying from side to side as he watched you disappear, hearing your sweet voice greet your patient before the door closed behind you.

You had made a couple friends in town and started to feel like part of the community. Everyone knew everyone and all the town gossip, but you tried to keep to yourself enough that no one found out about your past. You wanted a fresh start and having everyone whisper and bring up your abusive ex wasn’t something you wanted to happen. You tried to break away more and more as time went on, allowing yourself the comfort of having friends and putting effort into town events, but you still did most things alone.

You walked down the beaten sidewalk from the small market, holding a couple cloth shopping bags in each hand. You took in the town, it was small and dingy, dust-covered the sidewalks, and the few little shops were surrounded by trees. Chirp! Chirp! You got startled by the siren of a patrol car pulling up beside you. You paused and looked over, seeing the sheriff sitting in the driver’s seat of a black and white police car, the red light on top spun a few times then came to a stop.

Lee pulled over, leaning over until he was in full view of you. He looked you up and down, a smirk crossing his face into a full-blown smile.

“Afternoon, darlin’,” you raised an eyebrow at him with a small smirk of your own. Gracing him with a coy smile you waited for his millionth attempt to take you out. “So you do leave work sometimes then?” he tipped his head toward your bags, already wondering if you go shopping at the same time every day so he can “bump into you”.

“A girl’s gotta get what she needs, sheriff,”

“Well, a girl as pretty as you shouldn’t have to walk,” he extended his hand toward the passenger door, inviting you to get in. You only shook your head, you had no idea if you’d even make it home without a detour and you didn’t want to find out. Cute as he was, you still didn’t want to trust a man yet, especially not the infamously active sheriff.

“I don’t have to walk, I choose to, thanks though!” you said as you began to walk away, leaving him without a goodbye. You just wanted to get back home and hoped he would move on to the next girl, which you figured was bound to happen. He’d reach a point where you didn’t interest him anymore and he’d find the next young thing to bother, it was best that he got there before he had anything real to do with you.

Lee put the car in drive and slowly inched down the road next to you, still trying to keep a conversation going.

“Ya know, I like a headstrong woman,”

“I bet you do,”

“Now come on, one little dinner with me wouldn’t kill ya, would it?” you rolled your eyes. Not as annoyed as you should have been, you were flattered by the attention he gave you but it was all for naught.

“I actually don’t know about that sheriff, from what I hear, it could be pretty bad,” Lee’s eyebrows furrowed, he wasn’t sure what it was going to take to convince you but he wasn’t going to give up.

“I see you listen to town gossip, most of what you heard probably isn’t true, doll,” he wasn’t lying, most of the town gossip was bred out of jealousy and boredom. He was actually a decent guy given the chance. Sure, he’d screw around a little bit early in his career as sheriff, but it was nothing more than usual and he was actually really caring toward whoever was his girl.

“Oh, and you wouldn’t lie?” you kept a smirk on your face, flicking your gaze toward him every so often.

“Miss Y/N, if there’s one thing to be known about me, it’s that I never lie to a beautiful woman.” you paused for a moment after he spoke. Turning to look at him as he came to a stop, you searched his face for any semblance of a lie but it wasn’t there, he looked like he was being honest. Lee leaned over the seat again to watch your small pause, he wondered what you were thinking, if maybe you were starting to believe him, that’s what he hoped at least. You sighed and kept walking, and being followed.

Lee made chit-chat until you reached the corner where you needed to turn. It was starting to get dark and you were almost home, you didn’t want Lee to find any reason to come inside. As if you had commanded it to happen, he got a radio call about an incident he needed to take care of, so he left with a smooth “see ya tomorrow” and sped off in the opposite direction. You exhaled, glad he was gone, but missing the company.

By now it was Christmas Eve and you had gotten up early to make your final rounds of shopping. Only a couple places were open still, most closing the day before so everyone had time to spend with their families. Such a small town didn’t require everyone to be open, so there was just the market and another little shop. That worked out perfectly for you because you just needed to find a couple more gifts and some Christmas sides.

After your shopping, you went to an engraver in town to pick up an order you had placed. It was the only place in town that had an elevator, most of the shops were rundown and one story, but the engraver had a rickety old lift that helped bring down the large pieces he created. Unbeknownst to the rest of town, you had a pretty bad hip, a condition of your previous relationship. Normally, you would just take the stairs up to the workroom of the engraver, you were only getting a small piece and it didn’t constitute using the elevator. But you had a hard time getting up steps, so you chose to use the elevator.

The building was old and a bit dark, the faint clacks of a hammer on metal echoed through the cement building as blacksmiths worked on tools somewhere. As you boarded the elevator, none other than Lee Bodecker walked into the dingy old building. His round face twisted up into a smile as he saw you standing there, shopping bags in hand and a long peacoat hugging your body. You sighed softly, lips threatening a smile as you clicked the button to take you up.

Lee rushed over and stopped the elevator from closing, he stepped on and smiled at you.

“Ya know, I think it’s fate that I keep running into you, doll,” he leaned over you, one hand on his tactical belt, the other on the wall beside you.

“Or it’s stalking, sheriff,” you joked lightly. You hoped it was a coincidence, he wouldn’t have had any way of knowing where you were anyway, seeing as the gift you were picking up was for him and only you knew about it.

“What are you doing at old Benji’s anyway?”

“Just picking up a gift is all, what are you doing here?” you asked him back, a coy look spreading across your face. Lee licked his bottom lip, his smile never faded as he looked at you.

“Just the same, just a special gift for a special lady,” he winked at you. What a coincidence that you both had gotten gifts from the same place for each other. Unless of course, the “special lady” was one of the other women he was probably pursuing. You rode the elevator all the way up, getting off and greeting Benji while sneakily tucking the gift in your bag. It was rather cheesy, just a glass tankard engraved with ‘Knockemstiff Sheriff’, but you knew he loved to drink and you wanted to get him something for his endless efforts.

You both got back on the elevator and headed down to the main floor. Midway through, the elevator creaked and jammed, getting stuck where you couldn’t get out.

“Fuck,” he murmured under his breath, banging on the console to try and get it to move. The elevator didn’t budge. Lee called out to Benji, hoping he’d hear him and come help but there was too much extra noise in the building. Lee looked at you as if to apologize, though, you didn’t know why, it’s not like he caused the thing to break. You sighed and set your bags down in the corner, sliding down the wall of the elevator until you were sitting beside your things. Lee leaned against the wall and watched you.

“Who knows how long we could be in here, we might as well consider it a date,” Lee chuckled, shooting his eyebrows up at you with a smirk.

“This is a terrible date sheriff,”

“Please, call me Lee,” his eyes softened. The little change in his expression made a new feeling rush over you. It was like you were seeing him, like seeing who he really was, he was soft and caring and just wanted you to care for him too. You looked down, fiddling with your thumbs.

“This is a terrible date, Lee,” he smiled widely at his name falling from your lips. Lee sat down across from you, making conversation like you’d never had. He was actually discussing things, what he does daily as a cop, his past, his life. It was new, usually, you only talked about how much he wanted you, brief greetings in passing, but now he was talking to you.

Hours passed and you were still stuck in the elevator, Lee still making conversation and getting you to open up a little bit. If you were going to be stuck with him, you might as well be civil. Eventually, you started getting tired. Slumping your head over as you failed repeatedly to stay awake, hoping help would come so you could go get into bed. Lee took notice of this and offered his lap for your head, you refused and stayed leaned against the wall, head bobbing and eyes getting heavy.

It wasn’t long before you fell fully asleep, your head pressed against one wall of the elevator and one knee pulled up to your chest. Lee was still awake, listening to the soft sounds of your breathing. You were gorgeous, he admired every little detail about you with a smile. He took off his jacket and put it aside, reaching over to you and laying you gently on the ground next to him with your head on his outstretched arm. He laid his jacket on your body and hoped you were warm enough. It was pretty cold, but he didn’t want to cross any boundaries by cuddling you, so this would suffice.

Another couple of hours passed and Lee had fallen asleep too. You were now pressed against his body, arm slung over his soft chest and one leg pulled on top of his. He hadn’t moved much though, just his free hand laying on your forearm gently. You were shocked awake by the movement of the elevator, sitting up abruptly as you began to shift downward. Lee sat up, groggily coming to his senses about where he was. You looked at him shyly, standing up and gathering your things. Lee didn’t say anything yet, just brushed a hand along the back of his neck, unsure if he made you uncomfortable.

“Thanks,” you handed him back his jacket, offering a warm smile. You thought it was sweet, you hadn’t taken the sheriff as someone who would make sure you were comfortable.

“Any time, darlin’,” he smiled back, slipping his jacket back on and offering you a ride back home. This time you took it.

After you napped some more, you got up and started your day. It was Christmas, so you spent the day baking and going around town giving people their gifts. You only had a few stops to make, three friends from work and the sheriff. You saved Lee for last, considering staying with him a bit longer if he was available. You knocked on his door but there was no answer. You were confused because you knew he wasn’t going to work that day and everywhere was closed. You waited a little longer but he never showed, so you decided to just head home. You set his gift on your dining table and went into the kitchen to grab some of the cookies you baked.

The phone rang and you picked it up, setting your plate of treats back down to the counter. The voice on the other end was one of the nurses at the hospital, she spoke softly so as to not alarm you.

“Lee is here,” you thought that was odd, he knew you didn’t work today so there was no reason for him to be there, unless.

“Madge, why is he there?” your voice was a little shaky, worried about what her answer would be.

“Y/N, he got shot in the stomach and arm, Dr. Reynolds is treating him now but I thought you’d want to know,” your heart sank. The thought of losing him hurt your soul, a part of you wanted to go out with him, to finally give in to his sweet charm and hold him. That part became ever so obvious at that moment, you realized just how much you cared for the sheriff and would thoroughly be upset for never taking a chance. You hung up the phone and rushed to the hospital, driving your yellow 1964 Mustang instead of your usual walking method.

You entered the room where Lee was recovering from surgery. He was laid up in bed asleep, bandages around his arm and abdomen. He looked so peaceful, so sweet and innocent. You took off your coat and laid it on the chair, sitting beside his bed, listening to him sleep. His chest slowly rose and fell in his drug-induced slumber. You admired his face, so soft without the stress of waking life, every wrinkle and stress line was relaxed and his cheeks were full and round. You had to admit he was beautiful.

You stayed in that chair for an hour before he woke up, barely able to open his eyes as he looked around the room. You were the only one there besides the other nurse but she only came in once, leaving him to you since you knew what to do. Lee turned his head and saw you sitting beside him, an instant smile sweeping across his face as his eyes barely hung open.

“My darlin’, you’re everywhere I look. You must care ‘bout me unless I’m in heaven right now.” His voice was drawn out and slurred from the drugs but the joy in his voice was present. You smiled and stood up, standing next to his bed and running a couple fingers through his hair.

“You’re alive sheriff-” he cut you off, eyebrows pushing together as he shook his head slightly.

“What did I say about that, doll?”

“Sorry, you’re alive Lee, just banged up pretty bad,” his smile came back then fell away again, starting to feel the wounds in his body. He’d gotten caught between some people robbing one of the stores and ended up on the wrong side of a gun. He’d pull through, but he’d need to take a few weeks to heal up and you knew he probably needed someone to take care of him so he doesn’t overdo it.

“And you came here to see me, aw-shucks baby,”

“Lee, I’m a nurse, it’s in my nature. Plus, this is the most action I’ve seen the entire time I’ve been here, I wasn’t gonna pass up some bullet holes.” You teased, resting your hand on the bed. Lee chuckled then immediately regretted it, the pain in his stomach swelled up and spread through his body. He groaned, face twisting in pain. You frowned. You didn’t like seeing him like this, all vulnerable and hurt, the hurt of no one else visiting also showed on his face and you just wanted to comfort him. You stayed with him until you had to leave, needing to rest before your shift began. He protested heavily but there were other post-Christmas patients that needed tending.

A week passed and Lee was being discharged. You came into his room and he sat on the edge of his bed, trying to get his belt buckled with one hand. You chuckled as you came around him, taking his hand in yours and pulling it away from the belt.

“Let me,” you smiled at him, pulling the belt tight and slipping it through the buckle. Lee swallowed hard as he watched you handle his belt, jaw clenching at the closeness and tease of your fingers at his waistline. He’d often imagined you playing with his belt, delicate fingers unbuckling it and letting it fall open before your hands worked on the button and zipper of his pants. The tension grew as you leaned into him, pushing his body back against the bed as you reached for his jacket. Your nose almost touched his as his eyes flicked between yours and your lips. When you pulled back, Lee exhaled, not realizing he was holding his breath. God, you did things to him. His heart was racing and he was glad to not be hooked up to the monitor anymore. You were fully aware of what you were doing, admittedly you liked to tease him a bit, wanting to allow yourself to fall for him but never being able to commit.

“Come on, I’m taking you home,” you said as you handed him the jacket. His ears perked up and a smile crept back on his face.

“Finally, I’ve been waiting for you to come on by,”

“To rest, Lee.” You rolled your eyes at him. Helping him with his things as he winced all the way to the car. He slid a hand over the top of your Mustang with an approving smile. He hadn’t seen it before, you usually kept it under a tarp at home and walked everywhere. He wasn’t sure why you would hide such a beautiful car but you wanted to strengthen your hip back up after your previous injury to it, that’s why you loved to walk.

When you arrived at his house, you helped him out of the car, sliding the keys from his jacket pocket and letting him inside. Lee sat on the couch with a groan and kicked his feet up on the coffee table. You laid out his prescriptions on the table and told him what they were and when to take them.

“You got any water here?” you asked as you headed to the kitchen.

“A beer will be fine,” you rolled your eyes, checking the fridge for any bottles but only seeing cases of alcohol and barely any food. You searched the cabinets until you found the cups, an assortment of mismatched dishes cluttered the shelves. You grabbed one of the only ones that didn’t have a chip in it, filled it with tap water, and brought it back into the living room, setting it next to the pills.

“No beer, Lee, I mean it. Not while you’re taking these pills. And you need to get some food in here, what do you even eat?”

“I go to the diner, no need keepin’ food here,” he gave you an innocent smile. You tsked and headed for the door.

“Stay there, and don’t get a beer, please?” you looked at him as he threw his hands up.

“Just for you, I won’t, darlin’,” you shook your head and left, heading to the grocery store to pick him up some items.

When you came back, Lee was changed into something more comfortable and was laying on the couch asleep. The radio played music softly in the background and the glass of water on the table was almost empty. You grabbed the old quilt from the back of the couch and laid it over him, bringing his uninjured arm, which hung to the floor, up to lay on the couch. You let him sleep as you unloaded the groceries and prepared him some lunch.

An hour had passed as you stocked his kitchen and made a full meal, including some for leftovers he could just reheat. You removed the alcohol from the fridge and placed it up high, somewhere out of sight so he’d be more likely to just grab something healthy instead. You plated his food and brought it into the living room.

“Lee?” you gently brushed his arm, trying not to startle him awake. He started to stir and you whispered his name again.

“My darlin’,” he didn’t open his eyes but reached up to grab your hand that was on his arm. You melted a little at his touch, he was warm and his rough hand was big on yours. You watched him slowly wake up, eyes fluttering open to see your beautiful face standing over him. “Beautiful as ever.” You couldn’t help but smile. Eventually, he was going to wear you down enough with his praise that you would at least go to dinner with him.

“You need to eat,” you helped him sit up and handed him the plate of chicken, mashed potatoes, and vegetables. Gravy covered everything but the veggies and a new glass of water sat on the table. You brought over one of his TV dinner trays and set it up in front of him.

“I haven’t had a home-cooked meal in ages, you’re too good to me,” he reached over and grabbed your hand again and squeezed it, his eyes full of love. No one had ever really treated him with real respect and kindness, especially after hearing about his scandals, but despite you rejecting him, you still treated him kindly.

“It’s just lunch, Lee, don’t get your hopes up,” you reminded him. You didn’t fully believe that you could resist him though, seeing his stupidly sweet smile every time he looked at you was giving you hope and butterflies. You sat in the armchair next to the couch and ate with him, going over his healing process and what he can and cannot do. He was actually pleasant company, he talked about things he didn’t with other people and he seemed more personable than he did in uniform.

The day had gone by pretty quickly and you had to get back to work. You cleaned up the dishes and told him about his new groceries, demanding that he eat at home instead of trying to drive to the diner. The chuckle he gave you wasn’t convincing you that he’d actually do as you said, but you couldn’t control his every move.

“Alright, Lee, I gotta go now,” you picked up your coat from the back of the armchair and slid into it.

“Aw, darlin’, don’t go, we were having such a good time.” His voice was pleading and sweet, it would’ve gotten you to stay if you didn’t need to be at work. You looked over his face, his blue eyes staring up at you from the couch with his right arm in a sling. He looked sad, the creeping feeling of being alone overtaking his expression and dimming his eyes. You didn’t want to care about him as much as you did, you wished you could just forget about him and go on with your life alone. But here he was, looking forlorn and lost, desperate for you to stay, and you couldn’t help but feel for him.

“I’ll be back, but I gotta work, Lee. Just be good and try to rest.” You walked over to him, pressing a firm kiss to the top of his head. He melted into it, it had been so long since he’d felt any affection, especially one that seemed genuine. When you left, he slumped into the couch, the loneliness creeping back in as he looked around the empty house, already missing your liveliness and presence.

You visited him every day, taking your lunch breaks to eat with him and coming before and after work to make sure he was doing alright. At night, you’d help him clean his wounds and tell him how to properly bathe without irritating the injuries. He had insisted that you give him the sponge bath, stating that it hurt too much for him to do it himself, but you knew better. You’d roll your eyes and catch his smirk, he knew you wouldn’t fall for it but he had to try.

One night he had tried to go back to work too early and split his stitches open. Instead of going back to the hospital, he just asked that you stitch him up on the couch, to save himself the embarrassment of doing too much too early. You did as such, gently cleaning and stitching the wound as he watched you. Your hands were steady, carefully moving the needle between his skin and knotting it in place. You did this until he had a line of stitches along his abdomen.

After that, you had been staying on his couch, worried that he might cause himself more harm. You brought over some blankets and pillows and a small tote of things you needed and made camp in his living room. After the third night, your body was beginning to feel the effects of the lumpy old couch and you were moving around slower. Your back constantly ached and you couldn’t get a good night’s sleep. Lee had taken notice of this and insisted that you sleep in his bed. Naturally, you refused, settling yourself back onto the couch and telling him to go to sleep, but he tossed his blanket over his shoulder and came out to the living room.

“You take the bed, I’ll take the couch,” he lightly kicked your leg to get you to move.

“Lee, you literally have bullet holes in your body, I’m not gonna allow you to sleep on the couch,” you didn’t budge. Instead, you laid down, sliding your blanket over your body. “Go to bed, sheriff.”

“No,” he dropped his blanket and tore yours off, “either I sleep here or we both sleep in the bed, doll, your choice.” He was stubborn, refusing to let you be uncomfortable, especially because of him. You looked at him with disbelief, scrambling to pick up your blanket. You stood up with a huff and rolled your eyes, heading to the bedroom. Lee laid his blanket on the couch, not wanting to assume that you would allow him to sleep next to you. You peaked your head from around the corner and watched him struggle with the blanket.

“Lee, get in here.” He turned around trying to force back a smirk. He followed you into the room and tossed the bedding down.

“Just, just stay on your side, okay?” you sighed, creating a small wall between you with the top sheet. Lee just hummed, settling into the bed and watching you get comfortable. You brought your blanket up to your chin and wrapped up in it. It was a cold December night and his heater was broken, the sight of snow gently falling outside the window only made you colder. You shut your eyes, trying to think of warm places as you curled up.

“It’s warmer over here,” Lee said, voice laced with impure intentions. You didn’t move, just sighed as you ignored his advances. “I’m just sayin’, I hate to see my darlin’ all cold when she could be cuddled up over here,”

“Lee, I’m not your darlin’ and I’m fine where I am,” a small shiver went through your body causing him to chuckle.

“Alright, well if you want to be warm, all you gotta do is ask,” he settled into the mattress, pulling his own blanket up and shutting his eyes. You listened to his breathing as you tried to doze off to sleep. It was steady and calm, the air sweeping gently through his nostrils and out his mouth. You tried to tuck yourself as far as you could into your nook but you couldn’t get any warmer. The blanket wasn’t thick enough to shield you from the crisp winter air, so you had no choice but to turn over, considering cuddling up to Lee. You watched him for a moment, seeing if he would open his eyes at the movement on the bed. He laid there peacefully, eyes shut and mouth slightly agape.

When he didn’t stir, you lightly scooted over, moving the top sheet and gently lifting his blanket. You pressed your body against his and fuck was it warm. You rested your head on his shoulder and snuggled into him, bringing your blanket on top of the both of you and melting against his warm skin. Lee didn’t move, he felt your body lay against his and he suppressed a smile, glad that you felt comfortable enough to take solace in his presence. He loved feeling you against him, your cold body chilling his but warming up quickly. He could stay like that forever.

The next morning, you woke up sprawled out on Lee’s chest. His arm was around your back and you laid lazily across him. He was still asleep, pudgy chest rising and falling with each breath. Admittedly, you wanted to nuzzle against him, planting a kiss on his neck until he woke up and wrapped you in his arms. You had opened yourself up to him more and thought maybe you could allow him in. That was until a sharp pain shot from your hip through the length of your leg.

You jolted up, letting out a small screech in pain as you tried to calm it. Lee startled awake, eyes finding you curled up in a fetal position at the edge of the bed.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” his southern drawl was riddled with concern. He forgot about his own pain as he sat up and reached out to you. You couldn’t speak, the pain pulsing through your body like a thunderous storm. Lee laid his hand on your arm, not wanting to break any boundaries but wanting to let you know he was there. His touch calmed you down as you let the pain run its course, finally subsiding to a small burn in your hip. You straightened out, relaxing for a moment before turning toward him. His face was twisted up with worry as he watched you.

“I’m fine, Lee, I just get some pain in my hip now and then,” you said, not wanting to reveal too much. His hand rubbed your arm, a small gesture of comfort.

“That seemed a little more than some pain, darlin’, you know you can tell me anythin’?” His voice was sincere, he wanted to know how he could help and he wanted nothing more than for you to feel comfortable around him. You sighed, reassuring yourself it was okay to let him in and realizing he probably wouldn’t have let it go anyway.

“Well, ya see back in my hometown, I was engaged to this guy, Darryl. He was all charming at first, took me on dates and scenic views, but after we got engaged he started getting violent,” you clenched your jaw, trying not to relive the memories.

“He would get real angry if things weren’t to his liking, which was every day, and he’d take it out on me. One time it got really bad and he ended up breaking my hip. But after so many trips to the doctor already, he wouldn’t let me go get it looked at so I had to set it myself. It’s never really healed properly and that’s why I have pain. I try to walk to strengthen it, but it doesn’t really go away.” You were wiping away tears now, unable to look him in the eye. You felt shame for some reason, maybe you thought he’d think less of you for it, for staying so long, for ‘allowing’ yourself to be put through that, maybe the fact you were engaged would put him off, you weren’t sure but you just felt embarrassed.

Lee had all but broken down. His eyes were so soft as he looked at you, hurt for what you’d been through, hurt for you going through it alone. He wrapped his arms around you, wincing at the pain in one of them but pulling you close to his chest. You were surprised at his reaction, not wanting to believe he could care about you.

“Oh darlin’, I’m sorry you had to go through that,” he kissed your forehead tenderly, melting away your worries, “but you listen here, I ain’t no lowdown dog that would lay a hand on you like that, any man that would do that to a woman ain’t a man at all. You deserve to be treated with respect, you deserve the world, princess.” Lee’s voice was stern but soft, he wasn’t asking you to believe him, he was telling you matter of factly.

You pressed further into him, accepting his embrace like a warm blanket. You stayed in silence for a while as he comforted you, rubbing small circles into your back and secretly plotting ways to get back at your ex until you had to leave.

“Will I see you back in the morning, doll?” he asked as you put on your coat.

“Actually, I was thinking I could take a break tonight and we can go get dinner?” you smirked at him. Lee’s eyes lit up as you finally accepted his dinner proposal. His round cheeks grew with a large smile and he ran his tongue over his bottom lip.

“It’s a date,” he winked, the excitement unable to be hidden on his face. You playfully rolled your eyes at him and headed out the door.

You and Lee were back at his house after dinner, laying on his double bed and cuddled up for warmth. When you told your boss you were taking your break to go to dinner with the sheriff, she gave you the rest of the night off, relieved that you were finally accepting his many, many attempts to take you out. His infatuation with you was the talk of the town and people had begun to make bets about when you’d finally agree. The nights at the hospital were always slow anyway, so they’d survive without you. This gave you time to look all nice for him and spend the night at his place.

Lee was gaining more mobility in his arm and didn’t need the sling anymore. He still couldn’t work but he had mustered up enough strength to take a trip to your hometown and find Darryl. When the sheriff knocked on the door of his trailer, he was ready to grab the gun from its holster and shoot him on the spot, but he didn’t think you’d take too kindly to that type of behavior. A good beating was at least forgivable. So, when Darryl answered the door, Lee only hesitated to confirm his identity before laying a brutal beating onto him. He left him bloody and begging for mercy, promising to never cross paths with you again as he sat in his piss-covered jeans.

Lee couldn’t hide his torn-up knuckles from you but seeing the look on his face when you asked where he got the injury was all the information you needed. You knew he had probably visited Darryl, you weren’t sure if he was still alive or not but honestly, you didn’t really care to know. It did make you feel a whole lot better knowing that Lee cared enough to do something like that for you.

Now that you were laid up in bed with him, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of security. You knew by now that Lee was kind and meant well, and seeing how he acted with you told you that he did care. Another feeling arose that you couldn’t ignore for much longer, and that was one of lust. Seeing how soft he was with you and how much he respected you, made you long for him even more.

Lee was going on about his life and absentmindedly caressed your arm, leaving trails of goosebumps behind. You lifted your head from his broad shoulder to look at him, admiring the roundness of his cheeks and how his hardness melted away when he was with you. You smiled at him, your newfound silence making him pause and glance at your watchful eyes.

“Darlin’?” he pushed his eyebrows together and raised them, the movement of his hand stopped as he waited for your response. You didn’t speak, only giving in to the building tension and leaning over to kiss his soft lips. Lee froze, stunned that you had made the first move, especially after months of chase. But he soon twisted his lips into a smile and kissed you back, his hand sliding from your arm to the back of your head. You closed your eyes and moaned softly into him, your emotions overwhelming you as you let go.

Lee was gentle and passionate, being mindful to not do anything you didn’t want. As much as he wanted you, he wanted you to be in control, to navigate where this went. And you did. You pulled him closer, bringing your hand to the back of his neck and deepening the kiss until his body was pressed against yours. Lee hummed softly against your lips, any pain he felt was absent as his mind was just on you. He brought his hand down to your hip and pulled at the skirt of your dress, shifting it up your thighs for mobility. You allowed him to expose your legs, then tossed one over his waist and straddled him. Lee groaned at the shift of weight against his abdomen wound and you pulled back.

“Sorry, do you want me to move?” you asked, lifting your hips up a bit to relieve the pressure.

“Darlin’, I’ve been waiting months to see you on top of me like this, don’t you go anywhere,” you let out a chuckle as his southern accent filled your ears. You leaned back down and kissed him, trailing your lips from his along his jawline and down his neck, nibbling at the skin. Lee moaned and brought his hands up your dress to your ribs, kneading your soft flesh. You pressed your hips against his growing crotch, teasing him through his sweats. The more you ground against him, the more you felt the pressure of his growth on you.

Your hands slide under his shirt, feeling every inch of his squishy body. You loved how pudgy he was, soft fluff over his strong muscles that was perfect for squeezing and cuddling. You couldn’t believe that you had found someone who seemed to love everything about you. It was intoxicating, despite denying him for so long, you were glad that he never gave up. You found yourself enjoying every little attempt he made to get you here, every passing smile and routine visit to the hospital, just to chat and see you, to see if you were ready to take him up on his offer. He was persistent and you loved that.

Lee sat up, keeping you straddled on his lap as he discarded his shirt, revealing scars and a hairy chest. You bit your lip, running your fingers through the hair before holding his cheeks as you kissed him again. Lee moaned into you, the taste of your lips was better than any drug, he was high on you, and every time your tongue slipped into his mouth he thought he was in heaven. He pulled at your dress, breaking the kiss only to yank it off your body then slammed his face back to yours. You felt electricity rush through your body, an eagerness, and excitement that you could barely contain.

“I want you, Lee, I want you so much,” your voice was breathy and soft, the words spilled from your lips like honey, sweet and slow. He flashed his eyes to yours and you saw the world in them. He gazed at you like you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, and you were to him.

“Come here, doll,” Lee pulled you against his body, flipping you over and laying your back on the bed with a surprised laugh. The cold air was warm around you, thick with humidity and sexual desire. Lee hooked his fingers in your panties and pulled them down your legs, revealing your dripping core. His jaw clenched at the sight before him, seeing you so wet for him made his heart pound. Lee wrapped his arms around your thighs and held you in place, dipping his face to your slit and placing a tender kiss on it. He looked up at you, admiring your face before he dove into you.

Lee sucked on your clit with such vigor, moaning at the taste of you finally on his tongue. You gripped the sheets as his head bobbed, licking long stripes up your tingling pussy.

“Oh, Lee, that feels so good!” you moaned out, unable to control your breathing as he worked wonders on you. You felt his mouth curl into a smile, tongue never losing pace. Lee pressed further into you, his breathing impacted by your flesh as he sucked on your core. As your moans became more frantic, his pace picked up, tasting every nook and fold of your pussy until you couldn’t control yourself anymore. You cussed out, hands finding his on your thighs and gripping them tightly. Your orgasm rocked through your body in a way that you never felt before. The feeling of his mouth was overwhelming, it was like he was performing magic, swirling and sucking until your legs couldn’t stop shaking and you were gushing into his mouth.

Lee licked up every drop of you, tongue soothing your swollen folds. You were a bit mad at yourself for waiting so long, denying yourself this type of pleasure was soul-crushing, but you were glad to finally be here under his body. Lee sucked on your thighs, biting the soft skin gently before laying kisses in the crease of your hip. He kissed your injured hip so tenderly and lovingly before trailing up your stomach to your breasts. He kneaded one in his hand and sucked on the other, leaving the nipple hard as the cold air graced it. He came up and kissed your lips, engulfing you in such a passionate embrace that could only be compared to the crashing waves of a tsunami, strong and overpowering.

You gripped his back, bringing him closer until you thought you’d meld into one. Lee pressed his crotch against yours, slowly grinding as he moaned against your lips, desperate to feel your walls around him. You pushed at the top of his sweatpants until his hips were bare, he finished your task and took off the pants, returning back to your center. Lee kissed your neck, sucking hard enough that there would definitely be marks in the morning. That would surely be a popular topic of discussion when you went back to work.

Lee lined himself up at your entrance, flicking his eyes to yours before pushing his way in. You gasped at his size, your tight walls gripped his cock as he struggled to push in all the way.

“Is this okay, darlin’?” he whispered into your skin, his lips pressed lightly just under your ear. You nodded, nails digging into his smooth back.

“Yes baby, you’re just so much bigger than I thought,” your voice was shaky, still trying to settle from the intense orgasm he gave you and trying to adjust to his cock. He smirked and hummed against your skin, slowly moving back and forth to loosen you up and get you more comfortable. As your walls began to slick, his thrusts became easier, allowing him to push all the way in until his balls slapped against your body.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good, ya know that?” he growled against you, his hips bucking forward with a few hard movements. You couldn’t speak, only high-pitched moans left your mouth as you felt him fill you up. Lee started going faster, the feeling of your wetness coating him made his eyes roll back. He squeezed them shut, trying to focus on lasting long enough for you to cum again. You were everything he dreamed of, soft and sweet, dripping wet for him and moaning wildly. Your gorgeous body was enough to fill him with uncontrollable lust.

“Oh fuck, Lee, right there, just like that sheriff!” You screamed out as he hit your g-spot. He perked up when you called him sheriff. He’d always wanted you to call him by his name, everyone called him sheriff, but now that you were moaning it? It sent him into a frenzy.

“Oh darlin’,” Lee’s voice was drawn out, your words lingering on his mind and making him well up with pleasure. He kept his pace, not wanting to lose your high. He felt his own orgasm bubbling up in his lower abdomen and he held on as long as he could. With a few more strong thrusts, you were squirting on his cock and drenching his body and bed. The grip of your quivering core made him moan so loudly you thought the neighbors would hear it. He shot his warm load into you, filling you up until it dripped out around his cock.

After you were cleaned up, you were cuddled up next to Lee, fingers lightly playing with his chest hair. You felt safe in his arms, not worried about your past or his, just wanting to stay with him like that forever. Forever ended when you remembered that you hadn’t even given him his Christmas present. You sat up in bed and rushed off to the living room without a word. Lee was puzzled, wondering where you were going until you came back with a wrapped box.

“I never did give you this,” you smiled as you handed him the box. He chuckled and accepted it, sitting up to lean against the headboard. You watched him open the gift and his eyes softened.

“I know it ain’t much, but I thought you’d enjoy it. Maybe once you’re off your meds you can actually put it to use,” you explained, shyly rubbing the back of your neck. Lee marveled at it before setting it on the nightstand and leaning over to kiss you.

“It’s perfect darlin’,” when he pulled away, he reached into the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a long black jewelry box. He handed it to you and you looked at it surprised. When you opened the box, inside was a silver chain with the word “darling” encrusted with tiny jewels. You audibly gasped as your eyes welled up with tears.

“Lee, this is too much, I can’t accept this,” you shut the box and handed it back to him. He refused to take it back, pushing it toward you with a sweet smirk.

“You’re my darlin’, nothing is too much for you,” he gently grazed your cheek with his thumb before bringing you into a passionate embrace.

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angel | kuroo tetsurou

summary: the only thing that came to mind when you heard the word angel, was your crushes ex girlfriend. so what do you do when suddenly you’re the angel or how a book can bring two people together

pairing: college!kuroo tetsurou x fem!reader

genre: smut, a lotta plot tho, basically pwp

word count: 7.9k

warnings: dom!kuroo, fingering, oral fem! receiving, praise, both being extremly needy, it’s not really kinky, slight breeding kink tho, a few spanks, vaginal penetration

authors note: pls don’t even ask about the book thing, this entire thing is based of one of my dreams and i had no idea why the book appeared, but it did and i didn’t wanna leave it out soooo, ye<3 here’s a link to my masterlist

you sighed, as you continued typing your essay. maybe coming to the coffee shop was not the best idea you had, since it was friday and apparently every college student on campus decided it was coffee time after their lecture, but you didn’t expect it to be so overflown with people.

sitting at the far back, you realized that you were not going to get any work done with how loud everyone around you was being, so you just sat back and observed the people around you, while drinking the cheap coffee you ordered earlier. observing and analyzing the behavior of those around you always came natural to you. some guy watching his girlfriend as she was deciding what to order, even though she was taking way too long, with love. a friend group of a few pretty girls walking past a table full of sexist pigs who thought the only way to get their attention was by whistling after them as if they were dogs. and your crush looking at you.

wait.

huh?

quickly averting your eyes back to your laptop, you could feel your heart rate pick up to an unnatural speed. pretending to suddenly be terribly busy with drinking coffee, a million thoughts ran through your head. you were quite positive that you’ve seen his girlfriend sitting right next to him, so why was he staring so intensely at you?

it’s not as if you never talked. kuroo tetsurou was easily the most interesting person you have ever had the pleasure of having intellectual conversations with. you were taking some business classes in your third semester, since you thought they would be of value for your future. that’s where you met him. kuroo sat next to you since the first day of the lecture but you were way too intimidated by his attractiveness to start the first real conversation beyond greetings, so when the opportunity had arisen, you snatched it right away.

after one of the lectures, he left his phone on the desk and since he was already gone, you took it and hurried after him. just as he was leaving through the huge main doors of your university, you caught up to him and grabbed his arm. embarrassingly, not being the most athletic made you look like a creep as kuroo directed his confused stare at your form, hunched over, breathing hard but still latching onto his arm.

“uh, hi? y/n, right?”, the tall boys’ confusion lightly seeped into his questioning tone as his eyes moved between you and the hand you used to hold him back from walking further.

taking one last deep breath, you forced yourself to stand up right and look into his eyes, but oh, what mistake that was. funnily enough, you never actually looked directly into his eyes, so you didn’t expect to suddenly have to divert all your focus on trying to keep the gasp, you wanted to let out, in your throat. in your memories, from the milliseconds you had the courage to look into his eyes when he greeted you, his eyes were brown but all at once you were confronted with the most beautiful hazel eyes you have ever seen.

as a consequence of having to put all your mental capacity on not gasping out loud or even worse, admitting how attractive he was, the words that came out of your mouth only furthered your embarrassment.

“you. phone. lecture. forgot”, you stumbled over your words as if that were your first attempt at communicating.

feeling your already hot face burn brighter as tetsurous confusion further solidified on his handsome face, you only hoped he thought the running was responsible for you looking like a sweaty mess.

you forced yourself to let out a short laugh as you broke eye contact to gain back your composure. “sorry, I didn’t expect the running to get to me that bad. maybe lev is right, I should try some aerobics with him”, starting to mumble towards the end, you shook your head. “anyway, you forgot your phone on the table in our lecture just now. i didn’t want to hold onto it till thursday and didn’t know where else to find you, so i ran after you. m’ sorry if I kinda freaked you out”, you quickly added while holding out his phone to him.

as you never really talked to the tall man before, your head snapped up to look at him when you heard his deep chuckle. was there something that’s not attractive about this man?

taking the phone from your hands, you were finally able to experience the first full sentence kuroo tetsurou ever directed at you. “well, thanks. i definitely didn’t wanna be without a phone two whole days, so i appreciate you running after me with such determination”, he remarked, as he observed how out of breath you still were, grinning.

“oh god, you know, never doing anything nice for you ever again sounds good right about now”, you groaned, lifting a hand in front of your face to stop him from studying your slightly damp face.

nothing on this green-blue-brown floating rock in space that is also known as the earth, could have prepared you for what you were witnessing next. with your mouth slightly ajar, you looked at tetsurou as he leaned over, clutching his stomach, while letting out the funniest laugh you have ever heard in your life.

in your mind, you saw a quick flash of a scene from ‘the lion king’, in which one of the hyenas was laughing exactly like that. you briefly wondered whether kuroo was influenced by that scene as a kid before you couldn’t keep your laugh in anymore after the initial shock subdued.

“my apologies, the situation was just way too perfect for me to not tease you. i’d be honored if you’d grace me with your kindness again, my highness”, he slightly bowed while, once again, flashing you that sly smirk that made you wanna punch and make out with him at the same time.

you tried to match his energy as best as you could with your head jumbled from the proximity to the man you have been sitting next to every tuesday and thursday from 10 a.m. to 12 p.m., but looking back at the interaction, you couldn’t wrap your head around tetsurou wanting to continue talking to you after that conversation.

“i’ll consider it, peasant.”

after that, you and your smart seatmate talked a lot more. you found out that he was majoring in sports management and minoring in chemistry even though it was so different from management, just because he liked it. lev, your best friend at college since the first day when he didn’t see you from his 6’5” point of view and knocked you over as you were looking at the menu in the very coffee shop you were currently sitting in, turned out to be one of kuroo’s old friends from high school. which let you to find out the most unfortunate information about kuroo tetsurou thus far.

as you were walking to your next lecture with the dark-haired man, lev joined in with a tall, blonde, and gorgeous woman by his side. you immediately recognized alisa, lev’s sister. even though the silver-haired boy was ginormous, he couldn’t hold his liquor very well, which resulted in you having to drag the giraffe of a human home after a party quite a few times. there, you met alisa.

wanting to go in for a hug with the beautiful blonde, you froze at once as you tried to process what you were seeing. tetsurou had an arm wrapped around her petite waist, the other one placed on her sharp jaw, as he softly pecked her lips.

lev excitedly started telling you about a new side job he got as a model and while you supported him with your whole heart and were genuinely proud of him for landing that job, you could only zero in on the sight in front of you. your eyes hyper focused on the way his large hands were gently grabbing her waist, your ears on the soft ‘how was your day?’ and flirty ‘better, now that you’re here’ exchanged.

putting on your best poker face and directing your attention to the excited titan beside you, your own reaction startled you. even more surprising was who you were jealous of. you did have a small crush on alisa at the start, who wouldn’t? she’s tall, beautiful, fun, loving, caring, alas she was way too similar to lev to develop a full-on crush on her. then, it dawned on you, that the one you were jealous of, was not tetsurou, but in fact, alisa.

of course, you thought your seatmate was attractive from the first moment you saw him, but how you managed to develop a crush on him without even realizing it, was beyond you. ugly, jealous thoughts made their way into your head about one of the most loveable people you met. those disgusting thoughts slithered their hands around your throat, trying to suffocate you and so you buried that small crush in the back of your mind.

after that encounter you kept your distance to the handsome male. it was better for you, your sanity and everyone involved. in no way were you ever going to go between a loving relationship because of your own selfish feelings.

for crying out loud, you didn’t even know kuroo that well while alisa was like a sister to you. however, you weren’t able to tune out the insecure voices in your head. of course, he liked tall, model-like women who resembled angels not only physically but also with their personality. who were you to compare yourself to her? not even you yourself liked who you were, so why would one of the most attractive guys you ever saw?

you deserved someone good, but alisa deserved the world, so you just wished that tetsurou was the best for her.

and while kuroo tetsurou was a lot of things, he wasn’t ignorant, so when you decided to sit down in another seat in the lecture a few times or made up some excuses as to why he couldn’t walk with you to your next seminar, he knew something was wrong.

which brings you back to right now, with you staring at your laptop, hoping that the boy you’ve been trying to avoid wouldn’t come over to check on you. alas, your luck was apparently all spent, because you could see a tall, dark figure drop themselves on the bench in front of you.

“y/n.”

at the low tone of his voice calling your name, you lifted your gaze from your laptop to look at the boy you were trying to stay clear of.

“hmm? oh, hey tetsurou. didn’t see you there.” bullshit, he thought.

“yeah, ’m here with alisa. just a quick break before she has her next lecture.” while saying that, kuroo focused on your expression, trying to gauge your emotions and maybe get a hint on why you were actively keeping him at arm’s length.

after taking a swift look in the direction the happy couple was sitting just a few minutes ago, you nodded and kept your eyes on your coffee.

“that’s nice, you should probably go back now though. don’t want you to waste precious date time”, you said cheerfully, but weren’t able to keep out the slightly bitter tone out of your voice. that’s exactly why you were trying to stay away from him. the sight of the merry couple only fueled your toxic thoughts about two people you cherished and even though you wished for them to be happy together, the insecurities deep inside you wouldn’t let you.

seeing the slight change in your voice and expression, kuroo cocked his head to the side. did he say the wrong thing?

“she’s already leaving, so i decided to catch up with you for a bit.”

fantastic.

“well,” you remarked while closing your laptop and starting to pack your things, “I also need to get going, was nice seeing you though.”

“i’ll walk you”, was in fact not what you wanted to hear. but the universe hated you for some reason. you looked back at him and waved your hand dismissingly, trying to speedily think of a reason why he couldn’t accompany you: “uh, you see, i, uh... i’m visiting my parents this weekend, so i’ll just take the train. ’m not going back to the dorms.”

even if kuroo would have been stupid and oblivious, which he was not, your hurried attempt at getting rid of him just confirmed all his suspicions. but the ex-captain wasn’t going to let you run away from him so easily.

“no problem, i’ll walk you to the train station. the field i practice volleyball in with lev and a few others is nearby. ‘was gonna head there anyway, let’s go.” this time, he didn’t let you enough time to object, so you were stuck grabbing your things and following him, regardless of what you wanted.

to your surprise, kuroo didn’t say a thing on the way to the train station. you expected him to force you into a whole debate about whether pluto was a planet or not, but he just stayed silent. was that a bit of your luck shining through, or was he angry?

not wanting to push your luck any longer, you stayed silent as well, as you waited for your train at the designated platform. guess you had to make a surprise visit to your hometown because of your little lie, but maybe that was exactly what you needed. some time away to clear your head.

but just as you got excited for the spontaneous trip, kuroo finally dropped what has been on his mind the whole walk or rather, the whole three weeks you’ve been running away from him as if he was on fire and you couldn’t wait to get away from him as far as possible.

“y/n. why are you avoiding me?”, he questioned, looking at the rails ahead, instead of you.

“w-what? i’m not, why would you think that?”, you quickly sputtered out, hardly able to convince yourself of your own lies.

tetsurou gave you a look of complete skepticism, quickly shutting down your protests. “don’t play dumb with me, ’m not stupid. i know you’re not sitting down way further in the back or running out of the lecture on accident. you’re doing this on purpose. even just a moment ago you didn’t want me to escort you. tell me why.”

luckily, the train arrived just on time, so you quickly hoped on with a fleeting 'see you next week' and hoped he would just assume you didn’t quite catch what he said because of the train.

he didn’t though. he knew that you heard him.

the short spontaneous weekend trip turned into you staying for almost two whole weeks because of a cold, so your mom wouldn’t let you return without someone taking care of you, not knowing you had some big news waiting for you once you got back.

“we broke up.”

wou were currently in the library after returning to campus, trying to catch up on some lectures you missed, when alisa entered. together, you were walking around the english literature section, catching up when she dropped the bomb.

“wait, what? how? when? why? huh? what did he do?”, you asked dumbfounded, feeling bad about your two friends, who were so clearly in love, breaking up. but even more than that, you could feel disgust creep up your spine because deep down you knew you were sickly happy about the fact that kuroo was now single. what a shit fucking friend you were.

“relax”, alisa chuckled. “he didn’t do anything, we just kinda came to the agreement that we don’t love each other the same anymore. i felt like he was always distracted the last weeks we were together, always deep in thought, and i decided to concentrate on my graduation and career as a model. it was a great college relationship and i still care for him, we just… we broke up about a week ago.”

“well, as long as you’re both happy with the decision”, you sighed while picking ‘pride and prejudice’ by jane austen from a bookshelf, not feeling like such a piece of shit for being lowkey happy about it anymore, but you still knew you two would never work. even if the breakup was mutually decided, tetsurou was still her ex.

hearing alisa giggle, you turned your gaze from the book in your hand and wondered: “huh? why are you laughing?” the tall blonde only grinned and continued her way down the aisle. completely confused, you followed her with the book still in hand.

“what the fuck? kinda acting sus not gonna lie.”

“wow, I thought you had better jokes than that y/n”, she teased, sitting down at a nearby table.

breathing out some air out of your nose in mock anger, you sat down beside her, tipping your non-existent fedora. “sorry i’m not up to your comedy standards, m’lady.”

alisa laughed loudly before noticing the book you were still holding, her laughter turning into a knowing grin. once again, you shot her a confused look: “what is it with you today? your mood swings are confusing the shit outta me.”

“you know, that’s like one of tetsu’s favorite books.”

“what? 'pride and prejudice'?”, you inquired, puzzled. why was she telling you this? “are you like, having some post-breakup nostalgia or?”

she laughed once again, waving her manicured hand dismissingly and shaking her head: “it just kinda popped into my head. i never read it, but he once wanted to read it to me. it did not end well; i couldn’t take it seriously and had to laugh the whole time. he just gave up and sulked for the rest of the evening.”

“yep, definitely pbn”. the girl shoved your shoulder slightly while snickering before taking out her laptop and working on something, leaving you alone with your conflicted thoughts.

as fate would have it, you didn’t really talk to kuroo for the last two weeks of lectures. finals were catching up and you had a lot of exams, leaving you with no time to catch up with the tall boy. plus, you were still trying to avoid him. you weren’t about to give into temptation and try your luck with alisa’s ex, which was much easier if said temptation didn’t walk around looking fine directly in front of you.

but with the weekend starting, you agreed to go to a party with the haiba siblings to treat yourself to a break from typing essay after essay. it was obvious that kuroo would also be there and this time, you wouldn’t be able to avoid him. the running had finally caught up to you.

before the party, you decided to go to the library to work on one of your essays, but with how much work there was left, you simply forgot the time. at 10 p.m., your phone rang.

“hello?”

“girl? why aren’t you here yet? and why aren’t you answering our messages? we texted you like a million times”, levs’ questioning voice echoed through the speaker.

quickly checking the time and number of messages you got, you gasped: “oh god, so sorry! i was at the library working on my shitty marketing essay! ’m gonna be right there!”

ending the phone call, you quickly gathered your things and rushed to your dorms. stripping on the way to the bathroom in your one room apartment, you hopped into the shower, feeling as if you were trying to break the world record for the fastest shower known to men.

as you were stepping out of the shower a few minutes later, someone knocked at your door, startling you. did the haiba siblings come to pick you up? with a hasty ‘’m coming’, you hurried to the door in only a towel.

“hey, I just got out of the shower, I just need…” faltering in your sentence, you gripped your towel tighter, trying not to freak out. because there were no alisa and lev in sight. just kuroo tetsurou. while you were standing there. with only a towel on. fuck. “that’s uh… you’re not alisa and lev.”

“er… n-no, no i’m not”, kuroo stuttered out, at least having the decency to avert his eyes to the ceiling, realizing what you had or rather had not on after checking you out. collecting your composure, you shot him a tight-lipped smile and stepped aside to let him in.

“come in, I just need to get dressed and do my makeup. you can wait inside.”

walking past you, the dark-haired man pretended to scratch his head to hide his red ears and quickly surveyed your room. “that’s…”, breaking off his sentence instantly when his voice cracked, he cleared his throat before trying again. “nice room.”

while kuroo tried not to have a mental breakdown and remember what he came here for, you picked up your disregarded clothes from earlier of the floor, being mindful of not to flash the man, and made your way to your wardrobe, chucking in your dirty laundry and scanning your variety of clothes to pick out the most flattering outfit for the party. “uh, yeah, thanks. so, uh, what did you want? ee would’ve seen each other at the party later anyway.”

but there was no answer, making you frown. just as you wanted to turn around, calling his name in confusion, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap themselves around your waist loosely, causing you to choke out his name.

kuroo leaned his head down towards your neck, slowly inhaling the scent of your strawberry bodywash before sighing contently. his soft, plump lips slowly trailed up to your ear, creating goosebumps on their way, before lowly murmuring: “you smell delicious. i could eat you up.”

you could feel yourself shiver at the low timbre of his voice and the indication of his words, as your heart rate picked up to the point you had the feeling as though you were going to die right then and there. how did his demeanor change so suddenly? it seemed as if you were in a room with a completely different person.

the ex-captain smugly grinned as he felt your breath quicken and chest heave without him even doing much, tightening one arm around your waist, while his large hand on the other arm splayed itself on your stomach, slowly sliding down towards where you wanted him. “hm? can I do that baby?”

just as quickly as the thoughts of ‘stop, this is so wrong. what about alisa?’ appeared in your mind, they immediately disappeared with the sweet melody of kuroo calling you baby.

not being able to keep a little whine from slipping out at the pet name, you nodded, your cheeks unbearably hot. but that wasn’t enough for him. tetsurou wanted your verbal consent, even if his half-hard cock already slightly twitched at the small noise you let out without him even touching you properly, screaming at him to finally fuck you.

avoiding the area, you wanted him to touch the most, his hand grabbed your thigh, causing you to squeeze your legs together in search of relief. he tsked at your lack of words and lightly spanked your thigh before tightening his grip around the fat, earning him a surprised squeak from you. “no, use your big girl words baby. i want to hear it.”

the instant tetsurou startled you with the spank, you hurriedly grabbed onto his forearms, lightly digging your nails into the muscles. already, everything was getting too much. his smooth voice seducing you, his dominant touch jumbling up your brain, his urgent need to hear your consent, his pleasant scent of a mix of his cologne, mint and husk surrounding you. him, him, him. you wanted more. you needed more. the slick between your legs grew embarrassingly fast, smearing on the inside of your thighs, showing off kuroo’s effect on you evidently.

“please… please touch me tetsu', I need it”, you whimpered out impatiently, making him close his eyes to stop himself from cumming already, your needy voice going straight to his dick standing at full attention. and even though the menace in him wanted to tease you and hear you beg more; he knew that he didn’t have the willpower to deny himself of having you any longer.

as you felt the tall male finally place his hand underneath your towel and cup your pussy, your head rolled back onto his shoulder, giving him full access to your neck. while dragging his middle and index finger through your folds leisurely, his lips and tongue placed hungry kisses on your neck.

“fuck, angel, you’re soaking wet. Is that all because of me, hmm?”, he lowly murmured against your neck, while his fingers simultaneously slowly circled your clit. you couldn’t stop your eyes from lolling to the back of your head or the small whimper that left you, even though the ‘angel’ left a bitter taste in your mouth. as much as the pet name made your stomach all tingly, you always compared alisa to an angel, so it didn’t quite sit well to be called that by her own ex.

but as you felt his middle finger enter you, all thoughts flew out of your head. The only thing on your mind were the raspy praises against your neck and his finger moving at a torturous pace inside you.

“please tetsu', more, I need more”, you complained whiny, because as much as it was all overwhelming, it also wasn’t enough. kuroo could only grin at your eagerness, but couldn’t blame you, since his own patience was speedily wearing thin.

with an uttered ‘everything for you angel’, he added his index finger into the mix, curling the two digits and, not wasting a moment, pumping them into you at a rapid pace, eliciting a quiet moan out of you. the ex-captain noted that you weren’t much of a moaner and mentally made it a challenge to have you crying for him by the end of the night. so, without much warning, his long, thick fingers started hammering against your g-spot while his thumb circled your clit at the same time, making you squeeze your eyes shut with your mouth opening in a silent scream, your hands searching for stability on the closet in front of you.

“c’mon, y/n, baby, i know you want it, fucking give it to me. ‘been fantasizing about this so long, just wanna make you feel good and fall apart for me. show me how much of a good girl you are.” his smooth voice flowed into your ear, seducing you to fully give into him. you felt as if you were being lured by satan himself and you were just a weak little human, not nearly strong enough to resist the whisper of the devil.

with a series of soft, high-pitched moans, you came on his fingers without any warning, your legs giving out at the intensity of it all. tetsurou only tightened his arm around your waist, picking you up without any trouble, making you clench around nothing at his display of effortless strength as he withdrew his fingers from your dripping hole. you thought you heard a small ‘good girl’, but you couldn’t tell for sure with the way you were still floating on cloud nine after he brought you to your orgasm that quickly.

panting and shivering at the goosebumps erupting, you lifted your gaze up at him as he placed you on your bed, only to find him already staring at you with low lids and completely black eyes, the beautiful hazel color of his eyes lost in all the lust and desire that took over his expression.

refusing to break eye-contact, kuroo lifted his with your essence-soaked fingers to his plush lips, wrapping them around the digits and sucking lewdly at them. once again, you felt yourself clench around nothing, rubbing your thighs against each other to get some relief, when you saw his eyes roll back as he tasted you.

the next thing you knew, your back hit the bed with the broad man lying between your spread legs, making you yelp. you could feel the atmosphere around tetsurou change once again. he was a lot more feral than he was before, as if his patience were running out.

his biceps wrapped around your plush thighs, holding you in place since the feeling of his breath against your cunt made your hips twitch up at their own accord, exposing the strong want you had for the man between your legs.

“’m gonna fucking wreck you angel”, he growled against your slit, before diving right in, licking and sucking messily at your clit, your pussy lips, everywhere he could reach. and as much as it shouldn’t feel pleasurable with him being as aggressive as he was, it felt fucking heavenly. you couldn’t help but arch your back, hands flying down to tangle in his messy rooster hair and tugging at the surprisingly soft strands, causing him to moan hoarsely against your sensitive pussy, the vibrations only egging you on. something about kuroo tetsurou losing his usual provocative, teasing demeanor as he ate you out felt so raw and animalistic, that it made your head spin and toes curl.

his large hand crept up your torso and he finally removed the towel that barely hid your breasts from him before palming one, drawing a content sigh out of you at the attention. but as much as he enjoyed listening to you whine and sigh because of the pleasure he was causing you, he wanted, no, needed to hear how much you wanted this, how much you wanted him.

“tell me how it feels angel, tell me how good it feels. ‘wanna hear your pretty voice, baby”, he huskily mumbled against your clit, making you arch your back at the delicious vibrations echoing through your core. but as much as you enjoyed hearing his dirty talk, you felt insecure about yours not turning him on.

preparing yourself mentally as good as you managed with the way he ate you out like a man starved, you allowed yourself a glance down only to see him expectantly observing you. the erotic sight only coaxed another high-pitched whine out of you, your head lolling back against your pillow.

at the next harsh suck on your sensitive bundle of nerves, your hips thrusted up against his skilled tongue and you finally gave in to your desire of wanting to tell him how good he was making you feel. only him.

“fuck, tetsu', d-don’t stop. feels so good, you feel so good, only you, please, please, please”, you needily moaned while grinding your hips up, simultaneously pushing his head deeper into your pussy and if kuroo had any self-control left, it was definitely gone now.

his toned biceps tightened around your thighs. his large hands squeezed your breast and hip harshly, leaving bruises for you to discover tomorrow. his able tongue messily switched between being shoved deep inside you and swirling your clit and you could feel the bed shake with how forceful he was humping the bed just from eating you out and hearing you talk like that. every little thing contributed to your orgasm washing over you like a tsunami. you were fairly sure you even blacked out for a few seconds because the next time you focused your attention back on tetsurou, he was frantically unbuttoning his jeans, with his shirt already off, whipping out his cock.

you felt your eyes widen as well as your pussy clench, you couldn’t remember the last time you were this horny, but you also weren’t sure how the fuck you were supposed to fit a cock this big and girthy inside you. meanwhile kuroo took off his boxers and contently sighed as he finally started stroking himself, giving himself some relief but it wasn’t enough. not by a long shot.

zoning in on your face once again - sweaty, low lidded eyes, blown out pupils- the impatient boy leaned down and kissed you for the first time that evening. after everything that just transpired between you two, the kiss definitely felt the most intimate, but it was also what you were craving the most from tetsurou for months now.

you didn’t know how to possibly express all the emotions you were currently overwhelmed with, so you tried to translate it all through the kiss. kissing back harder, all teeth and tongue, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer, pressing your thighs against his hips, hoping it was enough to convey what you wanted to say.

apparently, it was, because you could hear kuroo lowly growl against your lips before starting to dig his fingers into your hips and grind against you, finally letting you feel him where you needed him the most.

“n-not enough, tetsu'”, you eagerly whined, raising your hips, hoping it was enough to convince him to finally fuck you like you craved him to. but as thin as his patience was at the moment, kuroo tetsurou would not be kuroo tetsurou without his teasing antics.

he slyly grinned, pressing feather-light kisses down from your lips to your throat, making his way to your breasts, where he teasingly kitten-licked your nipples a few times, letting you think you were finally getting what you wanted before he raised his head and stared you down with his almost pitch-black eyes. “mmm, I know you can do better than that kitten”, he gruffly remarked while continuing to grind against you slowly, making you jerk and mewl every time you felt the head of his cock bump against your clit. “what do you want me to do, baby?”

how he still had it in him to tease and deny you, was beyond you, because you were on the edge of breaking down from how bad you wanted him. “’want you to fuck me, tetsu'”, you confidently said while gazing into his eyes, or at least, you tried to sound confident, but you were only able to whine and moan at this point.

kuroo closed his eyes and felt himself twitch against your pussy. you were going to be the death of him. sitting back up on his knees, he grabbed his cock and lined it up with your entrance, making you spread your legs automatically wider at the sight.

with one sharp snap of his hips, you both groaned simultaneously, your groan high-pitched, his low and guttural, at the feeling you’ve both been craving for. “fuck, you’re on birth control, right?”, he asked, straining himself as to not just start pounding you into oblivion or cum right on the spot.

“yes, shit”, you breathlessly answered, putting your hands against his toned abdomen as to let him know to wait, which only made him clench his abs at the feeling of your soft hands on his exposed skin. “j-just give me a sec, need a moment”, you murmured avoiding eye contact, suddenly shy at the fact that you were just lying there with kuroo balls deep inside you.

sensing your mood shift, the tall male grinned his cheshire-grin at you and teasingly remarked: “why? am i too big for you, huh?”, hoping it’d make you laugh and relax a bit, soon realizing that the idea completely back-fired on him.

as you started to laugh at his arrogant remark, hitting his abs slightly and telling him to shut up, your core clenched in-sync with your laughter, making you freeze at the sudden loud, almost pornographic moan escaping tetsurou’s lips.

looking up at him, you finally realized how much he was holding back as to not hurt you or make you uncomfortable. the handsome boys’ wild hair was already sticking to the sweat forming on his forehead, his jaw clenched painfully, nostrils flaring, eyebrows furrowed, biceps bulging with how hard he was gripping the sheets beside your hips to restrain himself. the thought of him wanting to fuck you so bad but holding back for your pleasure and well-being, was enough to make you clench down on him again, rolling your hips up against his and declaring: “’m ready, tetsu'. please, f-fuck me”.

with your words and the grinding of your hips, kuroo really couldn’t hold back the little stutter his hips did against yours but fuck, was he embarrassed by it. he felt like a teenager, touching real boobs for the first time all over again, knowing he wouldn’t last long. not with how long he had fantasized about this and with how you reacted to his every move and touch, squeezing him so tight, he felt like he wouldn’t even be able to move.

“’m gonna break you”, and with those final words, his large, veiny hands gripped your hips in a bruising, vice grip, pulling out so only his tip was inside your messy, drooling cunt, before snapping right back in, making you choke on your breath at the impact.

as much as kuroo wanted to bust inside you right then and there, the strong urge to see you lose yourself on his cock while he ruined every other man for you was much more prominent. so, the ex-captain rutted in your pussy like his life depended on it, wanting your moans and mewls and whines to never stop. there was so much that was running through his head while being empty at the same time. the only thought was to bring you both to earth-shattering orgasms, but he also wanted to spit in your mouth, choke you, spank your thighs and ass till you wouldn’t be able to sit tomorrow. he wanted to come on your thighs, your tits, face, but he also wanted to breed you.

you two were definitely way too young for children but he couldn’t get the mental image of you, stuffed with his cum with it running down your legs out of his mind, only making it harder for him not to cum immediately.

but you weren’t doing better either. the pace that kuroo was fucking you at, had you seeing stars, riding you up higher on the bed with every thrust and your eyes rolling to the back of your head. you gripped the sheets, his hands, his forearms, your breasts, anything, to try to stabilize yourself as you approached your high embarrassingly fast without your clit even being touched.

just as the thought crossed your mind, you felt tetsus’ calloused fingertips, from years of playing volleyball, circle your clit, causing you to throw your head back with your lips open in a silent scream.

“fuck, you’re so fucking tight kitten, so much better than i ever imagined. cum for me, wanna feel you cream on my fat cock, wanna see you lose your mind baby, give it to me”. at this point, he basically started rambling on about how hot and tight you were, how he wanted you to cum around his cock so badly, how you were gonna make him cum so hard, how you were making such a mess for him, what a good girl you were.

just as you felt yourself almost falling over the edge at the added stimulus to your clit and the filthy praises that were coming out of his mouth, you yanked the boy down by his arm, wrapping your arms around him firmly and kissing him so hard, you were sure you both would have bruised lips later.

with the new position and the intimacy of being pressed up against each other, one more thrust, and you were gone. cumming around his cock so hard, you couldn’t remember the last time someone made you cum that hard, if ever.

the pornographic moans of his name along with some ‘fuck’s and ‘so good’s, the jerking of your body against his and the vice-grip of your pussy on his dick as you came. it was all too much for the poor boy who didn’t even cum once the whole time, while you already had three orgasms under your belt. the last straw was your quiet, little ‘cum inside tetsu', want you to fill me up’ and so, a few short, sloppy thrusts later, kuroo buried his face in your neck, groaning loudly as he came inside, spurting hot, white cum against your abused walls.

the feeling of being filled up to the hilt by kuroo tetsurou was intoxicating. you whined, wrapping your legs around his hips, caging him in so he couldn’t pull out, not wanting the moment to end.

you both lied there, trying to catch your breath. as he pulled out after a few moments and got up to go grab a towel to clean you up, your hand caught his. “don’t go, where are you going?”, you whined needily, wanting to cuddle, to worn-out to care about the mess gushing out of your hole onto the bed sheets.

chuckling, the tall boy leaned down, kissing your forehead: “’m not going anywhere angel, I’m just gonna grab a towel and clean you up”. with that he retreated to the bathroom in search of a towel to use.

you, on the other hand, suddenly sobered up from your drunk-on-lust high at the pet name, making you realize what you just did. fuck, you just banged alisa’s ex-boyfriend. they weren’t even broken off for that long and you already betrayed her.

feeling like a bad friend and complete whore, you didn’t even register said ex-boyfriend was back, making you flinch at the sudden contact of your sensitive pussy with the wet, rough towel.

“relax baby, it’s just me”, he teasingly chuckled, while cleaning you up. when he didn’t hear you chuckle or bite back at his teasing, his expression morphed into a frown, lifting his gaze from your core to your face. “what’s wrong?”

“nothing, thanks.” but of course, you were lying. the panic that slowly settled in your chest was threatening to suffocate you. hell, you weren’t even able to look at him properly.

you felt kuroo grab your chin with his fingers gently, turning your head so you had to look at him. tetsurou was completely serious, he only hoped you weren’t regretting what just transpired between you two, as he repeated: “what’s. wrong?”, emphasizing those two words so you knew there was no point in lying.

feeling your eyes water up, you cursed yourself for showing weakness, since you weren’t one to cry often, especially in front of other people. “what are we going to tell alisa?”

that caught him off guard. “alisa?”, he repeated questioningly, as if he didn’t know what you meant. how could he not know? was he that stupid?

you sat up, rubbing at your eyes frantically with the rising anger inside your chest. “yeah, alisa. your ex. the one that’s like a sister to me. how am I supposed to look her in the eyes after what we just did?”

kuroo wasn’t stupid. you could vouch for that any day. you saw him in your lecture, and you had studied a lot with him, but right now, you were sure he was the dumbest person you ever knew, even beating lev. because even after explaining, he still only looked at you with a confused gaze, saying: “i don’t quite follow?”

groaning, you ran your hands through your hair in frustration, declaring: “you’re really smart, but you’re being so fucking dumb right now. how the fuck am I supposed to talk to one of my closest friends after I fucked her ex-boyfriend, who she loved by the way, not even that long after they broke up?”

finally, it clicked in kuroo’s brain. but the last thing you expected, was to hear him laugh. your head snapped up at the sound, glaring at him you almost growled: “what the fuck’s so funny, you fucking bedhead?”

“oh wow, throwing in the insults huh?”, he said between chuckles. “it’s funny because alisa was the one who encouraged me to come here tonight, though I don’t think she wanted us to outright fuck but, you know.”

what now?

“what do you mean she encouraged you to come here?”, you interrogated perplexed. suddenly he was acting all shy and sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck with his big hand, avoiding your eyes.

“well… we’re still friends, so we were talking about our lectures a week ago and she suddenly mentioned how you also were a fan of 'pride and rejudice'. i just… got kinda excited at that, since alisa wasn’t really interested in things like that, so i started asking her about it. she then called me out on my crush on you, saying she already knows why i was so distracted the weeks leading up to our break-up, thinking about you.”

while listening, your anger slowly morphed into nervousness at kuroo openly admitting he also had a crush on you, but you wanted him to finish his story before addressing the elephant in the room.

“i apologized immediately, thinking she was angry at me, but you know her. she was so sweet, saying she would only be happier if it worked out between us. after, she tried to set us up to talk to each other, but you avoided me like the plague, so she told me to come here before the party since you were running late, to confront you and settle it once and for all but uh…”, he sheepishly smiled, “i kinda got distracted when you opened the door in only a towel, so… that didn’t go as planned.”

sitting with your mouth agape in a ‘o’, your brain tried to process all the information, not knowing what to say to his confession and explanation.

“soooo… she’s not gonna hate me and cancel our friendship?”, you carefully pressed, just to be sure. “no, I don’t think she will”, he chortled.

“oh.”

with that, the room was suddenly extremely silent, making you and kuroo even more nervous. clearing his throat, he couldn’t take the silence anymore. “are you gonna give me an answer to my confession, or am I like, totally embarrassing myself right now?”

“uh, no, yeah”, you softly giggled at his obvious anxiousness. taking his face between your hands, you looked right into his hazel eyes in the dim lighting, before gently smiling at him.

“i like you too, nerd.”

bonus:

the next morning, you woke up to your phone aggressively vibrating on your nightstand beside your bed. you blindly reached out, picking up the call without even opening your eyes, clearly still half-asleep.

“hello?”, you groggily asked your caller, wondering who the fuck was calling you this early, when lev’s voice filled your ear. “y/n? hey, we we’re worried about you yesterday. why didn’t you show up? it was so much fun”, the big, over-grown baby whined.

looking down at the reason you weren’t able to attend the party sleeping soundly with his head on your chest, you smiled, carding your fingers softly through his raven-black hair.

“just… reasons”.

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The Wrong Lifetime — Fourteen // Wanda Maximoff

chapter thirteen | story masterlist | main masterlist | wattpad | epilogue

author’s note: the last chapter is finally here! i hope you like it 😊

There were many times when I'd get distracted by thoughts of Wanda.

I could be going for a walk and remember that time she tripped over the flat pavement, almost bringing me down with her. I could be shopping for stationary and remember that time she almost bought the whole shop in one visit. I could be sitting by the water fountain and remember that time she tried to make a wish, only to drop her whole purse in it.

This time, I'd just woken up to the sun streaming through my curtains. I rolled over to an empty bed, hand brushing against the cold sheets as they expected more. For some reason, my subconscious decided to taunt me with a memory taking place just after we'd first made love in her room...

"I love you so much," Wanda told me with an enchanting smile.

I turned to face her, one arm comfortable under the pillow as the other rested outside the duvet, covering my bare chest. She raised her hand, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear before resting her hand there. I smiled at the contact and felt a warmth spreading all over me at the affectionate gaze she sent my way.

"I know, love, you only said it several times," I teased lightly, making her chuckle. "I love you, too, though, in case you didn't know."

She sighed contently, eyes closing. I admired how beautiful she looked with her hair sprawled over her bare shoulders, smile on her lips and freckles dusting her skin. Her touch still ghosted my body, taste still embedded between my lips, scent still wavering in my nose. She was permanent and I was certain she'd never leave.

"We should probably get up in case somebody comes to check on us," she said, interrupting my moment of admiration.

Her eyes flickered open slowly, blue with golden flecks glistening right back at me. Suddenly, anything that happened after this didn't matter to me. For once, I appreciated where we were, what we had and nothing more or less. No wedding, no future... just now.

"We should," I agreed regretfully, though her leg moved closer to mine and made me wish we could stay here longer. "I wish we didn't have to."

She smiled halfheartedly, hand moving down my cheek, caressing the skin, before they rested at my chin. She outlined my lips with her thumb before leaning forward and stealing a kiss.

"Can't we have a few more minutes?" she asked, lips brushing mine as she spoke.

She was making it very hard to deny her and judging from the playful smirk on her lips, she knew that.

"I guess we can," I agreed quietly, making her smile with satisfaction.

She rolled on top of me, capturing my lips in a kiss as her bare chest pressed to mine and my hand found her waist for support. As usual, the effect she had on me was indescribable and I couldn't imagine us ever leaving the bed. I knew for sure that I'd never been happier than I was in that moment.

It was such a perfect moment, but it haunted me. Nothing felt right without her. She'd overwhelmed all of my senses and remained, even when I didn't have her by me in person. The wedding was literally in a few weeks, but I hadn't managed to get over her.

How could I be her maid of honour when I could barely speak to her? Not without wanting to curl in a ball and cry afterwards. Every thing I did seemed to be filled with memories of her. She was inescapable.

A groan left my lips as I dragged my hand down my face with frustration. I couldn't let her get to me yet again. I had an interview with the local paper today. The last thing I needed was Wanda as a distraction.

So, with that lovely thought lingering in my mind, I dragged myself out of bed to get ready for the day ahead.

—

Press interviews weren't something I was used to.

Whenever Y/B/N had them with journalists for his books, I wasn't present. The only thing I heard was when he came back and told me how it went, then I proceeded to read about it in the paper the next day.

I was sat in Steve's office at Maximoff Publishing with Steve sat by my side, sending me a supportive smile. A journalist from the local paper sat before us, notebook and pen in hand as he watched on with curious eyes.

"So, Y/N," he began. "I'll start with the obvious, if you don't mind."

I glanced at Steve who nodded encouragingly. Clearing my throat, I looked to the journalist. "Sure thing."

He smiled and glanced at his notebook before asking, "How does it feel to be published? You're Pietro Maximoff's first female author."

"An author who happens to be female," I corrected, hoping I didn't come off as rude. "And that isn't something that should be new, in my opinion. It should be normalised."

He nodded, noting it down in his notebook. "Controversy... I like it."

Swallowing hard, I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

"I think the readers would like to know how you managed to score a publisher," he began his next question. "How exactly did you get noticed amongst the many authors that look to be published?"

Okay, not so difficult, I could answer that.

"Well, it was actually my–" I paused, Wanda's face flashing to mind. Okay, maybe a little difficult.

"Your...?" the journalist prompted.

I blinked, attempting to find my words.

"Wanda," Steve answered, starting me off.

I looked to him with grateful eyes before looking back to the journalist. "Right. Yes. Wanda."

"Your brother's fiancé, right?" the journalist asked for clarification.

"Yes," I answered, with an accidental clipped tone. "She... she was the one who gave my work to her brother. Asked him to look at it. And the rest is history."

The journalist was making notes as I spoke, nodding and humming in response, before looking to me with raised brows.

"So, the wedding," he said, making me wince subtly. "Are you excited?"

Forcing a smile, I said, "Ecstatic."

"How does it feel to have your two families uniting?" he asked, and I chewed on my lips, unsure how to respond.

"I– er–"

"Are you afraid that Y/B/N marrying Wanda may put him in Pietro's good graces?" he interrupted eagerly, leaning forward in his seat.

I opened my mouth to answer, but I didn't know what to say that wouldn't land me in hot water or make me look like a jealous sibling. Glancing to Steve questioningly, he thankfully noticed my speechlessness and gave the journalist a warning stare.

"Can you stay on topic, please?" he asked the keen journalist. "Y/N is here to talk about her book and nothing more."

"Okay, okay," the journalist gave in, making me exhale slowly. "What's next in store for your readers, Y/N? A sequel, perhaps?"

"I'm not sure," I answered truthfully. "I'm still in awe at the reception from the first one."

He nodded, note taking as he listened. "How many books do you think you'll get out of your career before getting married like your brother?"

I raised my eyebrows with disbelief. But I didn't get to answer as he was already moving onto his next question.

"Are you not worried about getting married? You know, men don't like smart women."

Narrowing my eyes at him, I clenched my fists by my side and was very close to strangling him before we were interrupted. A servant whom I recognised from home knocked on the door and earned everyone's attention.

"Oh, tell him to go away," the journalist said dismissively, waving his hand.

Steve looked to me and I plastered a bitter smile on my lips as I glanced at the journalist.

"I'd let him in if I were you," I told Steve, and he seemed to understand that I was about to pummel the journalist if I wasn't distracted, because he nodded and motioned for the servant to enter.

The journalist sighed rudely and I clenched my jaw before looking to the servant with a quirked brow. He looked out of breath, panting for air and face flushed red.

"Did you run here?" I realised, cocking my head to the side with confusion.

He nodded, straightening up and attempting to catch his breath. "Yes, Miss Y/L/N. Very sorry to interrupt, but your mother insisted I hurry."

My eyes widened. "Oh, God, what happened? Is she okay?"

"Kind of," he answered, before clarifying, "The wedding between your brother and Miss Maximoff has been cancelled."

"What?!" everyone in the room asked at the same time.

What did he mean the wedding had been cancelled?! Wanda and Y/B/N weren't going to get married?

"I don't know the details," the servant got out quickly. "I just know that your mother sent me to fetch you as soon as possible. She's distraught and requires you home immediately."

I nodded instantly, already making a move to stand up, then I remembered where I was.

"You mustn't publish anything you just heard," I told the journalist with a stern finger, but he seemed over the moon at the news.

"Go, Y/N, your mother needs you," Steve said, resting a hand on my shoulder as he, too, stood up. He side-eyed the journalist as he added, "I'll take care of this tool."

At that, the journalist's eyes widened with fear and judging from the smirk on Steve's lips, I knew things would be okay.

"Thank you," I told him, hugging him quickly, before looking to the servant. "I'll go now. Thank you."

After giving the servant some money to grab a treat and calm him from his breathless state, I got a carriage home with my mind racing a million thoughts a minute.

Why was the wedding off? My mum was distraught, according to the servant, so that could only mean it hadn't been her choice. Was it Y/B/N? Had he broken it off? Or maybe it was Wanda? But no. She'd never do that. She wouldn't hurt her family like that.

I wasn't sure what it was, but I definitely didn't know how to feel. This could either be heavily in my favour or go against me in the worst way possible...

When I arrived home, I found my family in the dining room. My mum was sat down, upset and shaking her head in her hands, tear marks on her face. My dad was sat beside her, rubbing her back soothingly and whispering calming things to her as my brother stood to the side, looking apologetic and uncomfortable.

"It's okay, mum, it'll be okay," he was saying to her from across the table. "It's not a big deal. I can find somebody–"

"Hello...," I began awkwardly, standing in the doorway and hesitant to move forward. "I just got the news from our servant. What happened?"

"Oh, Y/N, you shouldn't have–" my father began regretfully, before my mum slammed her hand on the table and glared at my brother.

"Y/B/N broke off the engagement!" she shouted with frustration.

"There you go...," my dad mumbled before returning his attention to his wife.

"Mum, I–"

"You did what?!" I cut Y/B/N off with raised brows. "You broke off the engagement? You dumped Wanda?"

He looked to me with sad eyes. "Y/N–"

"You idiot!" I shouted, feeling angry as I imagined the effect this must have had on the Maximoff family. "What the hell is wrong with you?! Why would you–?!"

He grabbed my waving arm and dragged me out of the dining room, making me shove him off when we reached the hall.

"Why the hell did you break it off?!" I yelled at him with a glare. "Why would you–"

"I didn't!" he whisper-shouted back, looking down at me with a downcast expression. "She did!"

My anger faded as I realised he was telling the truth. He looked genuinely hurt, eyes glassy and a frown on his lips. Wanda was the one to break it off? What?

"She broke it off with me," he elaborated quietly, so our parents couldn't hear. "She told me this morning. She said she didn't love me and that she couldn't marry me."

I swallowed hard, looking away from him momentarily. "Why did you tell mum and dad that it was you who broke up with her?"

He pinched his forehead with agitation. "Because it looks a lot less foolish if I say it was me rather than her. She doesn't love me, Y/N. She never did."

I risked looking at him, seeing his disheartened expression. Part of me felt guilty because I knew it was my fault this had happened, but I couldn't exactly say that to him, so I stayed quiet. He shook his head once more before walking away, leaving me standing there with shock.

"Er, Miss Y/L/N?"

I spun around when one of our servants approached me.

"I know now isn't the best time," she began, "but a letter came for you earlier. I left it on your desk as you were at work."

Nodding, I offered the servant a halfhearted smile before watching her leave. There was so much to unpack right now...

I headed upstairs and to my room to see what letter was here for me. But I was finding it hard to focus since all that was on my mind was the broken engagement and Y/B/N and Wanda... I needed to see her. What the hell was I doing here?

Planning on going to see Wanda as soon as possible, I grabbed the letter from my desk with the intention of reading it on the way out, but then I recognised the handwriting on the front and paused at my desk.

It was Wanda's handwriting.

I hurried to tear open the envelope, wondering what she had to say. It was no doubt related to the broken engagement.

Dearest Y/N,

I hope that you manage to read this letter before you hear the news, but knowing our families, you'll read it afterwards. In which case, you will know that I have broken off the engagement with Y/B/N.

It was the right thing to do. I chose to do it and I'm sorry if it's caused tension between your brother and your family, but I knew that I couldn't go forward with it when I'm in love with you. I'm not expecting you to come back to me and run away together all dramatically – this isn't about that.

I did this for myself. I'm not in love with your brother and I never was. He should have known that. He had to. Because if not, I'm afraid I broke his heart. And that's the last thing I wanted.

I also did this for you. I need you to know that I'm not heartless or horrible and I didn't expect you to sacrifice anything for me. Cheating on your brother with you... I never meant for this to happen, nor did I mean to get in the way of you both. Falling in love with you was completely accidental, but I don't regret it.

I don't want to go on too much, but I just needed you to know the truth, from me, that I am truly sorry for causing you such pain. I'm still in love with you and I'll never forget what we had. In another lifetime, maybe we could have worked. I'm certain that you were always perfect for me, as was what we had. You are magic, Y/N. I just wasn't powerful enough to keep you.

When I finished reading, I flipped the page over, expecting to find more, but it was blank. She'd ended it there and I didn't know what to think. My heart was racing, mind adjusting too slowly for my liking. She'd broke it off with him for me. I knew she loved me, but I guess I'd never realised just how much.

After recovering from my shock, I put the letter away and left for Wanda's, not bothering to tell my family where I was going. My dad was attempting to console my disappointed mother as Y/B/N moped around somewhere else, so I took that as my chance to nip out without them noticing.

I was trying to plan what to say to her – I didn't even know what I wanted to say to her. She said she didn't expect me to get back with her, and even without Y/B/N and their engagement in the way, we still couldn't be together. Not like how we wanted to be. But I wanted to. I wanted her. All this time without her had been heartbreaking – I didn't want to leave her again. I didn't know the specifics of how we would work, but we could work. We had to.

When I reached her house, it was her mother who opened the door. And that's when I realised that I wasn't sure if she blamed Y/B/N or her daughter for the engagement breaking apart.

"Iryna, hi," I greeted with a nervous smile. "I'm sorry if this is a bad time–"

"Y/N, I'm glad you're here," she cut me off, immediately pulling me in for a hug. "Thank you for coming."

I nodded with mild confusion, returning the hug, before pulling away.

"I'm so sorry for the pain Wanda has caused to your family," she said regretfully. "I hope that your parents aren't as distraught as we are."

I eyed her strangely, still not sure what Wanda had told her. Either way, I didn't bother questioning it as my urgency to see Wanda was overpowering my curiosity.

"It's okay, Iryna, there's no need to apologise," I reassured her. "My family will be okay... I just thought I'd come and check in on Wanda. It's a lot, what happened."

She nodded sympathetically. "Thank you, sweetheart. You're such a good friend to her." She stood to the side to let me in. "Go on up. She's in her room. Hasn't come out since this morning."

I offered a small, awkward smile Iryna's way before letting myself in and going upstairs to Wanda's room. My palms were sweaty and my mouth was dry – stupidly juxtaposed – when I stopped before Wanda's door. On the way over here, I still hadn't decided what to say. I figured it would just come to me when I saw her. One could hope.

Knocking on the door, I heard her sweet, accented voice give me permission to enter. My stomach flipped at the sound and I did as she said. Closing the door behind me, I turned and saw Wanda sat at a stool before a canvas.

Noticing I didn't say anything, she glanced over her shoulder casually, probably expecting a family member. She widened her eyes when she realised it was me and immediately stood up, smoothing out her paint-covered smock in an attempt to look neater. The simple action warmed my heart – she was adorable and I couldn't help but smile.

"Hi," I said quietly.

She cleared her throat, eyes darting around nervously. "Hey. I didn't– what are– hi."

I let my eyes wander, admiring her messy ponytail and the strokes of paint on her face that she definitely wasn't aware of. She was stunning, even with her confused eyes and pursed lips. Better yet, her hand was ring-free and I was reminded of the fact that she wasn't engaged anymore.

"I assume you're here because you read the letter," she began apologetically, but I didn't let her finish because the longer I was in her presence, the more I realised I wanted to kiss her.

Approaching her, I found her eyes before pressing my lips to hers. My hands cupped her cheeks as I held her close, revelling in her taste and scent and touch. She was quick to react, her fingers curling around my waist and tugging me towards her, squeezing our bodies together. Breathing became a problem and we regretfully had to pull away, but remained close enough to exchange breaths and swim in each other's eyes. I'd never been more relieved to see the colour green.

"You're not mad," she realised, looking between my eyes as if trying to search for some anger.

"How can I be mad that you broke off your engagement for me, knowing we can never be together in the way that you deserve?" I asked with disbelief.

She smiled beautifully, making my heart flutter in my chest. "You still love me."

I stole another kiss from her lips. "I never stopped, Wanda. Of course I still love you."

She rested her forehead to mine and closed her eyes peacefully. "Thank you for coming back."

I laughed, feeling tears brim my eyes. "I'm not leaving again, love. We'll find a way to make this work. I promise you that."

Wanda Maximoff deserved the world. And I was going to give it to her in this lifetime and beyond.

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sentinelpri · 3 years

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Intervention, Baby

Unlike many of his Autobot counterparts, Prowl adored organics- especially the ones on earth, whether that be the plants, animals, or humans.

His favorite, though? You. You by far.

After arriving on earth, Prowl had become obsessed with people watching, usually taking long strolls around the city or going to public parks to watch how humans lived their daily lives. Something about the human species by itself was captivating, but when he’d seen you for the first time, (e/c) eyes and (h/l) (h/c) hair shining under the bright sun as you walked into the local flower shop, he had been completely and utterly enthralled. He’d known that he was supposed to avoid interactions with humans that weren’t necessary according to Prime, but he hadn’t been able to help himself that day. So, he’d gone into the flower shop and sparked a conversation with you to figure out exactly what it was that had him so interested; what it was about you that was so different than the other humans he watched.

You had just moved to Detroit from your hometown for a new job, which explained why he hadn’t seen you before that, and as he’d talked to you that day, he became more and more intrigued. You’d started renting a house nearby, with your very own flower garden, which you showed him that day. He hadn’t been able to tell you much at the time about Cybertron for security reasons, but what he did tell you about himself, you listened to intently. You were a great listener, with kind eyes and a bright smile that made his spark stop at times.

Prowl had been a cautious bot. Whatever caution he had maintained since being on earth had flown out the window with you, though, as he fell quickly, often sneaking away from the Autobots to spend time with you at your house or visit you at your job. A strong friendship was quickly formed, and with how much he was gone, his teammates quickly became suspicious.

It started with questions, the others asking where he was all the time and why he was suddenly so interested in stopping by flower and gardening shops whenever they were out. Naturally, Optimus was the first to figure it out, asking if he’d met someone and then leaving the subject alone when Prowl avoided the subject. However, Bumblebee was the next to catch on, and he had no sense of personal boundaries, so he dragged Bulkhead along to follow him to your house. While it wasn’t the best first impression, that was how you met Bumblebee and Bulkhead, and eventually Optimus and Ratchet as well- since the secret was out in the open now and no one seemed to disapprove of you, Prowl had started bringing you around the Autobot base.

The rest was history, but the more Prowl developed his relationship with you, the more fearful he became for the future. He was a wise and emotionally mature bot, he figured, but he didn’t know how to handle his feelings for you. He had fallen in love. He was cybertronian, you were human, and it wouldn’t be fair to you to initiate anything- not that he thought you returned the feelings anyways. No, you were too pure and sweet, kind and beautiful, fragile and soft. He feared hurting you most of the time. He feared falling deeper. He feared starting something he couldn’t finish and leaving you hurt in the end, but each day he spent with you only made it worse.

Why did he love you? Why couldn’t he have fallen for another Autobot? Why a human? The thoughts plagued his processor constantly, but when you reached over to grab one of his digits and pull him along to show him something in your garden or smiled up at him, he couldn’t help it. You were so soft and delicate, but you still treated him like you would anyone else. You weren’t scared of him, you always offered a listening ear when he needed it, and you opened up to him in return.

Warm, bright, radiant- Prowl felt like you were all of the things that he wasn’t, and as he returned to base and walked into the main room, he couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief. Spending time with you seemed exhausting nowadays. He always left with a troubled processor and an uneasy feeling. Was it right to keep seeing you when he knew it wouldn’t go anywhere? Would his unresolved feelings get in the way of your friendship? What was he to do at this point? As much as he’d tried to simply make the feelings go away, he couldn’t; couldn’t develop an interest in anyone else, couldn’t think of anything he didn’t like about you to kill his attraction, couldn’t will it away. Nothing worked, so he drowned himself in it, and while he would have loved to sulk for a little bit, his attention was captured by his team.

He’d walked into... Something, though he wasn’t quite sure what that something was yet. His entire team was crowded onto the living room couch, silent, staring up at him. Seeing them all in one room at the same time was rare when they weren’t sharing energon or working against the Decepticons, but seeing them all in one room and quiet? Something was wrong.

“Where did you just come from, Prowl?” Bumblebee, who was sitting in the middle of the couch with Bulkhead to his right, crossed his arms as he asked the oddly accusatory question and leaned forward.

“(y/n)’s, why?” Prowl answered. He was so uneasy that he found himself shifting his weight from one pede to the other and averting his gaze. While he wasn’t normally avoidant like that, when it came to you, he couldn’t help how nervous he got.

“Don’t worry about it, but-” Bulkhead started, letting out a nervous chuckle.

The atmosphere was tense and awkward. Optimus Prime, next to Bulkhead on the edge of the couch, wouldn’t even look at him. Meanwhile, Ratchet, who was on the other side of Bumblebee, appeared to be growing increasingly agitated with each second that passed.

“What is the meaning of this?” Prowl finally demanded, which made Bumblebee stand up and point right at him with a huge grin.

“Intervention, baby!” The yellow bot cheered.

“Intervention? I’m not abusing substances if that’s what you’re-”

“No, no, that’s not what we’re getting at, you bucket of bolts!” Ratchet groaned and face-palmed. “We’re here to talk about you and (y/n)!”

There were two ways this could go, and Prowl wasn’t sure which one he hated more.

One, his team could be concerned about him spending so much time with a human who had nothing to do with their cause. It was a valid concern and he knew it- spending so much time with you put you in at risk of getting involved with the Decepticons like Sari, and unlike Sari, you had no key or Cyber-organic powers to protect you. You were simply human, and it wasn’t fair to you to put you in danger the way he was. But he was selfish.

Two, his team could be concerned about his feelings for you. Whether for the aforementioned reasons or because they had to watch the two of you interact all the time, he wasn’t sure, but it would make sense. He certainly hadn’t expected them to call an intervention over either issue, though, so all he could do was stand there.

They were staring at him.

It was... Embarrassing, to say the least.

“I don’t see why this would be considered even remotely appropriate- And Optimus, Ratchet,” Prowl glared at the two older bots, knowing damn well that they knew better than to do this to him. “I expect it from these two, but you? I thought you were more mature than this, but I see I was mistaken.”

“Don’t come at us with your maturity spiel when you can’t even mech up enough to tell (y/n) your true feelings,” Ratchet spat.

“Ratchet, you could have phrased that with a bit more tact, but I do believe you are correct,” Optimus agreed with a small nod and offered a smile, glancing at Ratchet and then at Prowl. “While we don’t have the right to dictate what you do, Prowl, it’s become obvious to everybot what’s going on, and... We all support you. You should be honest with (y/n) and tell her the truth. Love is something that should be appreciated and cherished, not hidden away.”

“Yeah! Plus, it hurts to watch you two dance around each other when it’s so obvious what’s going on,” Bumblebee argued. “She likes you back-”

“No, she doesn’t, and even if she did, how would this work?” Prowl raised his voice without meaning to, and the moment he heard how loud his volume was, he paused to take a deep breath and reflect. His team had good intentions, they wanted him to be happy and enjoy a relationship for once, but he was so scared. Why couldn’t they leave him alone? With a sigh, he spoke again, not daring to look at any of his friends. “I’m Cybertronian and she’s organic, and we could have to go back to Cybertron any day now- or, even worse, the Decepticons could kill us. Would it not be selfish of me to confess my feelings for her, start a relationship, and then leave or die? Assuming that she wants anything to do with me, that is.”

“Listen, I get where you’re coming from, but you’ve heard the saying here on earth that it’s better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all, haven’t you? (y/n) would be more upset if you left or died without telling her the truth than she would be if you told her beforehand. No matter what happens in the end, at least she’d have some closure that way, because she does love you too,” Bulkhead insisted.

“No, she doesn’t,” Prowl mumbled, not having any other defense. Did he think you loved him like that? No, but did he have definite proof that you didn’t? Also no, so he was left without a solid defense, but too stubborn to concede to his friends’ (valid) points. “You’re wrong.”

“Yeah she does, dude, you’re just wrong,” Bumblebee walked over to him and put a servo on his shoulder, meeting his optics, uncharacteristically intense- borderline angry. “How can you even know if you haven’t talked to her about it?”

“How can you know?” Prowl defended and jabbed a digit into the younger bot’s chest plate. The two continued to stare each other down for a few moments before Bee finally sighed and looked away.

“Because I’ve talked to her about it.”

“...Oh. I see,” The black and gold bot took a step back and fidgeted with his servos. He had never expected for you to confide in Bumblebee about such a matter, but then again... Aside from Prowl himself, Bumblebee was your best friend and always had been since he’d started bringing you around. The two of you were similar; innocent, kindred souls with similar interests. Unlike Prowl, the yellow bot brought out your more energetic, fun side, making you laugh constantly, but... He hadn’t been aware of the fact that Bumblebee was a confidant for you, too. Part of him was jealous, but he tried to shove that down with a tense swallow. “I’m going to take my leave, then.”

“That’s what I thought,” The smaller bot smirked, earning a glare from Prowl in return.

“Get bent.”

That entire night and the day after were spent locked in his room reflecting upon everything; his feelings, you, the advice that his teammates had given him during their little “intervention”, the potential consequences of what he was about to do.

Whether he wanted to or not, he knew that he needed to confess. What if one of you died without ever saying anything? What if he went back to Cybertron without ever having the chance to tell you the truth and regretted it? What if you had to leave Detroit someday? It was too big of a problem to leave unresolved given how chaotic and unpredictable your lives were, even if he was scared of what could happen. Plus, half the battle was you loving him back, and if Bumblebee told the truth the day prior, you already did.

So, Prowl sat on your roof. Waiting. You were outside for whatever reason despite it being midnight on a Tuesday in human time, laying in your backyard and admiring your flowers. Since it was a warm fall, they were growing quite well, your pumpkin crop in particular thriving. He’d been watching you for a while; (s/c) skin glowing as the moonlight shone upon your body, (f/c) shorts and a black sleepshirt hugging your frame. Your (e/c) eyes were currently trained on your rosebush, though he was sure you had noticed his presence- even though he wasn’t visible behind your chimney, you had an amazing knack for being able to feel when he was there, visible or not.

“(y/n)?” The Autobot finally spoke, emerging from his hiding place and jumping down into your backyard to stand next to where you lay.

You sat up to look at him with a tired smile. It was late and you had work tomorrow... Something must’ve been on your mind, too. Perhaps the two of you were in sync with your recent concerns.

“Hey, Prowl, you’re up late. Why don’t you lay with me?” Unable to say no to you, Prowl did just that, joining you on the grass and laying with his back on the ground. The stars that littered the sky were fogged up by the city lights, but while he normally would’ve been agitated by it, you were better to stare at, so he didn’t mind too much. “You sat on my roof for a while and didn’t even talk to me. What’s keeping you?”

“Ah, it’s nothing, I just-” The ninjabot started, close to denying everything flat out and ignoring the subject of his feelings yet again before realizing that’s what the problem was. He couldn’t open up to you and it was making everything convoluted, so with a sharp breath, he gathered all of his willpower and spoke to you again. “No, you know what? I’m tired of this.”

“What?” You looked shocked at the sound of his agitated tone, eyebrows furrowing together as you sat up and glanced at him, making him sit up as well. Your (e/c) eyes burned into his ocean optics in that moment, and a brief silence washed over the two of you before he spoke again.

“I’m tired of us hiding from each other,” Unable to help himself, Prowl leaned closer to you and reached over to rest a servo on one of your hands. “Be honest, what are your feelings towards me?”

You stopped, your breath visibly catching in your throat. The black and gold bot could immediately tell you were nervous, terrible at hiding your negative emotions like you had been since he’d met you, but he let you have as much time as you needed.

“Prowl, it’s a bit sudden for you to ask something like that out of nowhere. You know we’re friends-” You started, but when you looked closer at his face, you gave him a defeated sigh that made him realize; you knew he knew. “Who told you?”

“So it’s true,” He stated, holding your hand tightly and giving a soft frown. Your face was painted with the same fear and anxiety that he’d felt over loving you for so long now.

Part of him was happy that you loved him back. The other part almost wished you didn’t, wished you could live your life happy and blissfully unaware to avoid the risk of getting your heart broken.

“I’m sorry,” You apologized.

“What do you have to be sorry for, sweetspark?” Prowl asked, tone gentle as he used his spare hand to caress your cheek and leaned in to rest his helm against yours. “I’d be a fool not to reciprocate, but I want to hear it for myself before I do anything. Tell me how you feel.”

“I’m in love with you, Prowl,” You admitted. A couple of tears welled up in your eyes and flowed down your cheeks, those of which Prowl wiped away with his thumb. “I’ve been captivated since the moment I saw you, and I never planned on telling you. I’m afraid of you getting attached to me and not being able to handle it if we ever have to separate because I’m sure there will be a day when you have to go back to your home planet. You can’t stay forever, and I can’t go with you.”

“I feel the same way... I love you too, (y/n)- so much that I don’t think you understand. I held off because I fear having to leave you someday, but I realized that we should take advantage of what time we have left and try our best to make this work,” In between his words, you let out what he assumed was a sigh of relief, making him do the same. Prowl quickly felt the weight of his anxieties leaving his chest and shoulders. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against your plump, warm lips, then withdrew to press a few more against your cheeks and forehead. You giggled; a sound he would listen to for the rest of his life if he could. “I think we’ll be alright in the end.”

“I...” You grinned and leaned into him with another laugh. “I think so, too. But who told you?”

“That’s... Quite the story. You see, yesterday afternoon, I got back to the base after visiting you and...”

Prowl smiled as well as he started his story. Things were complicated, and he knew this was risky, but you wrapping an arm around one of his and gripping his hand made him realize just how worth it you were.

Maybe that intervention hadn’t been too bad of an idea after all.

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daddysuga101 · 3 years

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YANDERE DEKU X FEM READER!!!WARNINGS: rough smut

Living with yandere Deku only came with one rule. And it was to never leave the house. Ever.

At first it wasn't bad due to the sheer size of the house. But when days quickly turned into weeks and weeks almost just as quickly turned into months.

And you began longing to go outside again.

At this point in your relationship with Deku he trusted you, so you couldn't wrap your head around why he wouldn't let you outside.

Or rather you knew exactly why and it annoyed you.

'People wanna hurt you darling.'

Always that same damn excuse.

Any time you'd ask the green haired boy he'd just explain the danger you're in. And distract you with... other things.

But how dangerous could it actually be?

All you wanted was to be outside the walls of the house that started feeling like a prison was that so wrong?

This went on for about two months before you practically begged Deku to let you go outside.

And to your surprise reluctantly he agreed.

"Are you kidding?" You ask, he laughs at your jaw practically dropped onto the ground.

"I'm not. Consider it an early birthday gift." He says. You smile wide.

You were over the moon to say the least. He gave you the privilege of going to the grocery store with him every Sunday.

For being a quote on quote "good little girl for him"

You were glad he was okay with this. And even though to many grocery store shopping wasn't a big deal. To you it was exhilarating to the point you couldn't wait for Sundays’ to come.

Over time Deku began to feel more comfortable with new arrangement since he felt so trusting towards you.

So he got you car.

He taught you to drive under the condition that you'd only run arrons or took the dogs he had got for you months prior. To near by parks.

And of course you agreed and why wouldn't you.

A part of Deku didn't want to give you that much freedom how ever..the smile the took of your features were more than worth it.

"I'm giving you this cause I trust you my darling y/n." He says as he hands you your keys.

You smile.

"Thank you 'Zuku." You say, he nodded before grabbing your chin and making you look up at him.

"Do not make me regret it." He whispers, you nod.

"I won't, I promise." You say, he smiles and kisses you gently on the mouth.

"That's a good girl."

So how you ended up at some sweaty block party surrounded by people you had never seen in your life before was beyond you.

You had been invited by a boy you had befriended that worked at the store you went to constantly, and like the idiot you were...

You went.

The house smelt of booze and cigarettes.

There were people dry humping on the couch and here you were awkwardly standing in corners waiting for the guy that invited you to show.

“Yo! (Y/n)!” A voice said behind you.

Speak of the devil. The boy who invited you finally decided to show.

His name was Jay. He was a 6’0 tall blonde with a goofy smile. He was chill so he never gave you weird vibes. Which is the main reason you even came to this party.

“Hey Jay.” You say with a sweet smile. He smiled back.

“Hey gorgeous.” He says had he hugs you. You reluctantly hug him back before he turns to a crowed of people chatting across the room from us.

“Guys this is that girl I was telling y’all about. Hot as hell ain’t she?” Jay said, you chuckled awkwardly.

“Oh hell yeah. So what’s the deal y’all fucking or what?” One of the guys ask, your eyes widened at his question.

“Excuse me?” You ask,

“Just kidding baby chill. We gonna play beer pong you guys coming?”

“Nah we’ll hang back.” Jay says.

“I’m sorry about them. That’s was uncalled for.” He says, you shake your head.

“Nah it’s fine.” You say, he nods at you.

“You sure?” He asks, you nod again.

“Alright then, why don’t you and I go smoke in the back. I’m starting to get suffocated by all these people.” He says, you chuckled.

“Couldn’t agree more.” You say following him to the back.

He pulled a cigarette out and started smoking before handing it to you.

“It’s a little strong.” He warned.

“I’ll be fine.” you say as you bring it to your lips for a hit.

Deku smoked a bunch and when he did while you were in the room he’d almost always shot gun you with whatever he was smoking. So you were used to it.

—

About an hour in your were high as hell and so was he.

“I feel good as fuck.” You say,

“Yeah?” He asked, you nod before he walked closer to you.

“So tell me (y/n), you got a man?” He asks, you shrug.

“I don’t know anymore. I mean he says he loves me but... I don’t know. I just wish he was straightforward.” You say sadly.

“If I was with you I’d never make you feel like that you know...” He says before he leans into you.

“Whoa what are you doing?”

“You seriously telling me you don’t wanna have sex?”

“Yes I am what the hell is your deal?” You ask,

“Don’t be bitch.” He says before kissing you forcefully, you push him away before you noticed his was thrown against the wall by some unseen force.

You were confused to say the least. What the hell just happened.

“Y/n.” A deep, painfully familiar voice said, you gulped quietly before turning around to face him.

“Deku.” You whispered breathlessly.

“Hello beautiful.” He says.

Deku dragged you back to the house furious as all hell ranting about how he knew he couldn’t trust you with a car. And how you absolutely betrayed his trust.

"Ouch Deku! Your hurting me!" You shout as you’re dragged to the house by your forearm, before your back is slammed against the front door.

You groan in pain before his head goes in the crook of you neck groaning slightly.

"What's with you? Why do you constantly run away from me?" He whispers almost sounding like his hearts' been ripped out his chest.

"Deku-."

"I've given you everything you could possibly ever want and it's still not enough. You still don't love me enough." He says, you shake your head.

"It's not you it's the house I hate being there that's why I-."

"THAT HOUSE KEEPS YOU FUCKING SAFE!" He shouts in your face, you slap him hard across the fact and he groans.

"Don't fucking yell at me." You say seriously, he laughed quietly before breaking out into a fit of laughter as he opened the door and shut it behind the two of you.

"Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear baby. I see the issue now." He says throwing his coat on the coach.

"You defy me cause I've been to soft on you. Yes that's right, every time you fuck up I give you a slap on the wrist."

"But you've taken advantage of my kindness."

"I think it's time (y/n), for you to get properly punished tonight." He says,

He unbuckled his jeans as you watched with wide eyed as he pulled the belt from the loops.

"Deku please."

"Bend over on the couch I'm gonna break that damn attitude of yours right here right now." He said, you wanted to protest but could find it in you so you did as he said.

You felt him push you skirt up and rub his hand up and down your stocking covered ass.

"Imma hit you 20 times. If you don't count properly each time I'll restart. If you cry I restart. You beg me to stop I'll restart am I clear?" He asked, you nod whimpering slight.

"What a pretty little thing." He whispered running his hands down your body. before bringing his hand down roughly.

When he hit you you wanted to burst into tears. He hit you like he didn't care. Like he wanted you to hurt.

Damnit.

Why did this hurt your heart more than your body.

"One." You said with a straight voice as the second hit came.

This continued until his last hit which was the most cruel.

"20." You say lastly, your teeth gritting with anger. You heard him sigh before kissing your bruised ass.

"I'm sorry." He says,

"I didn't wanna do that but you left me no choice. You've forgotten yourself baby. So lemme remind you who exactly owns you." He says before ripping a hole in the crotch of your stockings.

You groaned as he cupped your clothed pussy in his hand as felt you up. He chuckled.

"You're so wet from a spanking? Jesus, what kind of masochist brat are you?" He asked before pushing your panties to the side and putting a finger inside.

You whined.

"Deku." You moaned quietly as his fingers pumped inside of you, he bit his lip.

"You get to fuck my fingers or my cock tonight, your choice." He says in your ear.

You feel your face burning from the embarrassment.

He was gonna make you beg for his dick. You could always be stubborn and say you want his fingers but you both knew that would be a lie.

"Just...just fuck me Izuku. God just fuck me." You whine.

He groaned before spitting on his hand and rubbing the clear liquid on his cock.

"I would've prepped you better for my dick but you've been such a bitch lately, I don't think you deserved any prep. Hope you can take it okay." He says with the most condescending tone ever.

"I'm sure I'll be fine." You retorted.

"Tch." He says before pushing himself in you all at once causing you to gasp.

"Oh my god!" You say in shock,

"I thought you could handle it baby? What? Don't tell me you're already fucked out this early in." He says as he fucks you mercilessly.

"What no come back?" He asks.

All sass and sarcasm was lost to you as he drilled you into the couch.

"You like that huh bitch?" He asked, you nodded rapidly.

He kept his thrusts steady before randomly pulling out. You whimpered before he spun you around so you were now on your back.

He kissed you roughly kissing down your neck and sucking a hickey onto the top of your breast, before pulling away to look you in the eyes as he rubbed his cock against your opening.

“Tell me you’re mine.” He whispered, you swallowed hard.

“I belong to no one.” You say stubbornly.

He smiled wide before pushing himself back in.

“God this is why I love you.” He says, you whimper as he drills into you mercilessly.

“I’ll never find another girl like you. You’re the only one for me.” He says, you feel tears sting your eyes as he continues his fucking on your body.

“I wanna cum.” You say, he nods.

“Do it baby.” He says reaching done to play with your clit, sending you over the edge, he bit his lip at the feeling of your insides squeezed around him causing him to finish a few minutes after.

After a bit he pulled out and chuckled as he watched his cum pour out of you.

“I stuffed you pretty good baby, were you tryna milk me dry?” He asks, you felt your face get hot.

The dirty way he spoke mixed with the feeling of his cum leaking out of you was embarrassing to say the least.

“Deku.” You whisper,

“Yeah?” He says as he kisses all over the bruises he left in your body. No matter how rough he was with you he always made you feel so loved after.

“I appreciate your protection and making me feel...good. But I should be honest with you here and now....”

“If your goal is to own me then I’m sorry. Nobody owns me. You’ll just have to live with that.” You say, he sighs deeply putting his head in the crook of your neck.

“That’s what I love about you. I could kill you if I wanted. A quirkless little girl like you. I could do anything I wanted to you. But you still don’t obey me.”

“God your stubbornness is as infuriating as it is arousing.” He whispers before kissing your cheek.

“I love you.” He says, it’s almost too genuine. There’s no condescending undertone in his words he’s being 100% honest.

“I love you too.” You say just as honestly,

Even after everything the feelings you felt for him were very real.

And even though you put on a brave face with him. A part of you knew he did in fact own a part of you.

A part that made you unwilling to leave him despite the screaming, the yelling.

Despite the constant sex that was hard on your body.

Despite his harsh words towards you.

Despite how many times you slapped him.

You always found yourself back in his bed.

#izuku smut #midoriya smut #deku smut #yandere deku #bnha x reader #bnha fanfiction #bakugou smut #dabi x reader #bnha smut #fanfic #yandere shigaraki

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luimagines · 3 years

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Could you maybe do one where the reader is in their time and they take them on a date since everything is calm for a moment?

Masterlist

It's Reader's turn to treat their favorite hero!

Date Day! Part one will included Wild, Legend and Hyrule!

Content under the cut!

Wild

“Ok, bare with me for a minute?” You grin and put a finger to your lips to keep your boyfriend quiet. “I want to show you something.”

“And we’re sneaking out because?” Wild tilts his head but follows you regardless.

“They to the place is a little... challenging and I don’t my Grandma or Time... or Twilight for that matter getting on our case about it.” The face you wear is mischievous and Wild can feel his morph to match yours as you tip toe away from the main group.

When you get far enough away you look over your shoulder and giggle. In a flash, before Wild can figure out what’s happening, you grab his hand and sprint away into the forest growth behind your house.

Wild snorts at your excitement but follows you step for step as you lead him through the foliage.

You stop a quick breather by a rock cliff and before you point up. “That’s where we’re going.”

And then you start climbing.

Wild blinks and doesn’t hesitate to follow you. A small woop leaves his mouth as he takes a running start up the rock and catches up to you relatively quickly.

Your practiced movements and Wild innate ability to climb anything makes the trip as simple as walking up a hill.

You get to the top first, since you’ve made this trip countless time to your Grandmother’s chagrin, and wait for Wild to make it up, holding out your hand to help him with the final stretch and pull him to you. You jump a little in your spot as he gets himself situated and giggle a little at the way his jaw drops at the sight before him.

A meadow of those flowers Wild seems to like so much, the Silent Princess.

But in the middle?

A natural fountain, with water sprouting upwards to give the rocks below the chance to be rained upon even if they’ll never see the light of day beyond what the crevices would offer. It falls into a small pool just beyond the rocks where small lily pads grow ands frogs sing their songs. In the darker corners you can see fireflies take off and return and there’s multiple dragonflies to dart from flower to flower where they know the mosquitoes reside as they try to catch their own lunches.

You see Wild take it all in and stare.

“This is my favorite spot.” You admit in a whisper. “No one else knows it’s here. They can’t get up even if they tried. But I can, and I knew you could because you can do anything.”

“It’s...”

“It’s a bit small I know.” You say with gulp. “and I doubt it’s anything compared to what you’ve already seen in your own world but I wanted to share it with you.”

“It’s just like you.” Wild says and looks over to you with a large and and boyish smile on his face. “It’s perfect.”

The admission strikes you in your spot and you don’t deny the blush that follows. “That’s a bit much, don’t you think?”

“No.” Wild takes your hand and kisses your knuckles. “Not at all. I think it’s a bit lacking actually, but there’s no other word to use to properly describe what I think about you.”

“What am I going to do with you?” You snicker and take your hand away to cup his face.

“Tell me about this place.” He answers. “How did you find it?”

“Oh that’s easy! You see, Link...uh, my brother, was just born and I was left unsupervised as mom and dad had to take care of the baby so-”

Legend

“Legend!” You cry and drape yourself across his back. “Come with me! I wanna take you somewhere!”

The boy in question falters in his step from your added weight and looked over his shoulder to see you better. “Now?”

You grin and nod. You’re fairly certain that you look crazy but you’re too excited to care.

“Should I be concerned?” Legend gets a small smirk on his face.

“Of little ol’ me?” You tilt your head, your smile never leaving your face. “Maybe. But right now? No. Come on, let’s go! I got Wild and Warrior to watch over Link and Zelda and Time and Twilight are busy humoring my grandma. It’ll just be you and me!”

Legend pauses before he seems to mellow out, and he reaches for your hand behind him. “Ok.” His voice is soft, the kind he saves only for you and when you’re alone. “Lead the way.”

You barely suppress the giggle that passes your lips before you pulled him closer to your side. You take off a brisk pace in case some of the others who are unattended decided to follow you.

You drag him through the streets of your home, your footsteps a mere after thought to the idea of Link’s reaction to what you plan on showing him.

He doesn’t say anything as you travel and keeps a tight grip on your hand, less he get left behind and lose you.

You stop in front of a flower shop and tilt your head in its direction. Legend nods, at your unspoken question and beams when you brighten even more so than you already were.

You both enter and you b-line for the some of the smaller flowers they have near the back and begin to seemingly pick a few at random.

You don’t even notice you lose Legend sometime in the middle of your choosing.

You’re so focused on your selection that you go to pay and head out, already working on your project.

You weave and bend and keep the flowers in place as you begin your journey out of the store.

Legend watches you leave in the middle of the your concentration and quickly pays the needed amount before following you out. He walks next to you at you pace and keeps one hand on your shoulder at all times to guide you back through the streets and make sure you don’t crash into anyone or anything.

He smiles at you, a soft and secret look he knows he should give you more often but he can’t seem to handle the idea when you’re in public.

Within moments he can see what you’ve been making.

A flower crown, braided with such intensity that the flowers covered every inch of the band, there’s not a spec of stem green in the mass that’s been created by your fingers and Legend has to admit that he’s impressed.

You beam and glance at him, as if he’s never left your side the entire time and rip off his hat.

He jumps to take it back but you throw it over your shoulder and spin him around. It’s a dance you both do often and there’s a laugh on your breaths as you anticipate the other’s reaction. But what Legend doesn’t expect is for you to trap him in your arm as you spin and to put the crown over his head from behind.

He’s stunned and when you kiss the tip of his nose, he’s inclined to not move a muscle until you say he’s free to do so.

You spin around while he freezes and bend down to pick up his hat, placing it on your own head with a cheeky wink.

Oh, Legend thinks, he likes that.

Legend blushes crimson and take takes his hand and places the single flower he bought up to your ear and between your hair. “There.” He says. “Perfect.”

You giggle and adjust the hat to keep the stem in place and grab Legend’s hand to lace your fingers together.

“Thanks for coming with me.” You grin and swing your hands together as you begin to walk around with no destination in mind.

Legend smiles back just as bursting with joy as you are. “I’ll follow you anywhere.”

Hyrule

“If I were to say we should leave, what would you do?” You ask your boyfriend, as you watch the group meander around your house. No on is paying attention to you, too focused on the game your cousin and little brother have made up as your grandma watches from her rocking chair, knitting something that will no doubt be gifted to one of the boys before you have to leave again.

It was nice.

A bit loud.

But that your everyday anyway, whether in your home or with the group, so it wasn’t all that unfamiliar.

Hyrule looks over to you with a raised eyebrow and and grin on his lips. “I’d follow you anywhere anytime.”

You smile and place your cheek on your hand as you rest your elbow on the table. “That doesn’t answer my question.”

“Did it have to?” Hyrule snorts. “You already know my answer.”

You hum and tap your fingers on your face before you smile. “Come with me.”

Wordlessly, he follows you and you lead him out of the house and into your garden. It was something your mother started before she left.

You took it upon yourself to try to keep it alive but you never had the same green thumb that she processed. Still, it wasn’t too shabby if you had to say so yourself.

Hyrule took a deep breath through his nose and grinned. “There’s magic in the air.”

You pause and turn to look at him. “You can smell that?”

“Nooo...” Hyrule laughs. “But I can feel like. It’s nice. It’s warm and sweet.”

You smile and hold your hand out to him, waiting until he seems to get a ahold of himself and pull him from behind you.

You walk together in silence before the old and beaten path opens up to reveal a small clover covered clearing, with a two seater swing hidden by the tree branches. “Come on, let’s sit there Link.”

Hyrule smiles and sits down first, pulling you unexpectantly onto his lap. “And here I thought we were going to go on those adventure you like so much.”

“No.” You blush at the close proximity but lean yourself against him, placing your head by his and poking his neck with your nose. “Grandma would still need me close by incase the kids get too rowdy. At least I’m within yelling distance.”

Hyrule nods and begins to play with your hair as he pushes off the ground somewhat to get the swing in motion. “I like this. I want one.”

“I’ll build one just for you.” You snort and snuggle closer. “Anything for you.”

“Only if you’ll join me.”

“Obviously. Who else you plan on swinging with?”

“I didn’t think I’d be here at all, let alone have someone other than you.”

You hum and play his hair even if you can’t see it. Hyrule shifts the both of you around so that you’re both lying on the swing instead of being precariously placed on the edge. “Well, I’m glad I’m with you.”

“Me too.”

Part 2

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anyotherwriter · 2 years

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Skipping Town [2]

Previous Chapter / Masterlist

Hi! Part two time. I will make this short so I don’t jinx anything.

Credit for the gif to whomever made it. You can find the Preview and Part 1 in my masterlist. Feedback is always welcome!

*Daryl Dixon AU*

Okay, love you, bye.

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You had heard about all of the Daryl sightings that had been happening around town. When you were out with your parents getting a Christmas tree, Mr. Thomas was telling anyone that would listen about the time that Daryl had snuck onto his farm and stolen a set of tires. Though, this could never be proven and you knew for a fact that Daryl had not done that.

You'd also heard about him getting lunch at the diner in the middle of town. Ms. Cathy next door had been telling your mom that he strolled in like he owned the place, plopped down onto a counter stool, and demanded his food. This directly contradicts Sue's account of waiting on him that afternoon, where he'd been quiet, patient and cordial, and he'd tipped generously.

When it came down to it, defending Daryl was a hard and curious position to put yourself in. Once someone associated with any of the Dixon's, they were thrown into the gossip pool, too. The thought of your name being dragged through the mud and passed around by greedy mouths had you keeping your mouth shut, no matter how much you wanted to tell them all that they knew absolutely nothing about Daryl.

Yet, neither did you, anymore.

The stories that passed through your checkout line at the store, whether directed at you or not, had you wondering how you haven't crossed paths with Daryl yet. According to everyone in town, he was everywhere. But this, too, you knew probably wasn't true. According to the "Telephone" game, these folks have all been telling thirty different versions of one instance, but the only recount of events you'd trust at this point were Daryl's.

The store was quiet tonight, Wednesday's always were. There were only two of you on shift and the only folks that came in to do mid-week shopping were a few regulars and teens that always tried to swipe an extra candy bar but had yet to find a way to get away with it. Wednesdays were always quick shifts but they typically dragged on so much that it felt like you'd been there an eternity. Tonight was no different as you had finished the cleaning list long ago, there was nothing to make pretty, and the music that played offered no support in quality to you. It was just plain boring.

So you did what you always did on these nights and cracked open a book. This one wasn't much different than the last three you'd read. The plot had something to do with the main character leaving a small town for the big city, chasing dreams and all that jazz, all the while getting the guy, too. Every plot was the same, the only character changes were the color of their hair or skin, but the fairytale remained the same each time. You latched onto it hard.

You had been literal days away from leaving town before. You had a job lined up, an apartment, and you even considered going to the shelter to adopt a small dog to keep you company on the new journey. And then your dad had a heart attack and you felt guilty leaving at a time like that. There never really was a window of opportunity to leave after that… at least that's what you told yourself. You'd gotten used to the ebbs and flows of this small town life, got comfortable with how things were going.

Got stuck.

"Are ya open?"

The deep grumble came from your right, tearing you away from your book that was resting gently on the scanner scale. You'd been so invested in your book that you hadn't noticed the man walking up to your lane and placing a few items onto the end of the belt. You hurried to shut your book and throw it on the shelf at your feet.

"Sure am! Sorry about that." And you'd press the black button closest to you to move the belt forward. When you grabbed the loaf of potato bread closest to you, you finally glanced up.

And froze.

"Daryl?"

And he pulled his face away from the screen of his phone, his eyes widening. He looked so different, you barely noticed him; the things that tipped you off were the angle of his nose and the scar above his eye. It was irrefutable that it was him. His hair was long and shaggy and he had to brush it away with his fingers when he looked at you, and you suddenly remembered how blue his eyes were. All those times you'd wanted to take an extra lap around town recently to see if you could spot him, all you had to do was wait for him to come to you.

"I heard you were back in town." You started again awkwardly, continuing to scan his items. "Wasn't sure if it was true or if the rumor mill was bored."

He didn't say anything in response, just let out a small hum in response. The silence between the two of you was tangible, until you told him his total and he went to slide his card.

"Thought ya woulda left town long ago." He said as he stuffed his wallet back into his pocket. He looped his fingers through the few plastic bags but then stopped. He was waiting for an answer.

"Still looking for the right time." You replied, your toes now anxiously tapping on a metal pole beneath the bagging carousel. "Are you in town for a while?"

"Nah, tryin' not'ta be." He said finally lifting his bags and dropping his arms to his side. "Jus' here ta clean up Merle's mess an' go."

"Typical." You said immediately. His ears turned red as he offered you a nod goodbye and walked quickly out of the store. Your eyes followed him out the door and through the parking lot, where he climbed into a black truck. It wasn't a vehicle you imagined him having, but the black paint matched his black sweater, and boots, and it seemed cohesive enough to be real. When the truck started to pull away, you also noticed the obvious, albeit quick and blurry, pointy ears of a shepherd sitting in his passenger seat.

And just like that, he was gone again.

***

Daryl put the truck in park when he finally got back to his motel. He sat there in silence for a bit, trying to figure out what exactly he was feeling. He'd seen plenty of faces he recognized in the last few days; some he didn't mind, others that already had the sheriff's number dialed the moment they recognized him. But he hadn't expected on his quest to buy a few oranges and some cans of soup that he would run into you.

You always had grand plans of leaving when you graduated, college or not, you'd make it somehow. That's what you told him over and over. Daryl was always scared of your dreams. They were well thought out, you were saving money, and you had a list of the top places you'd like to be. In the tangents that he heard you go off on about it, never once did the plans include him. Which was selfish and bold of him to assume they may. But the summer before junior year of high school, the two of you started sneaking off into the open fields a few miles down the road to lay on a big fluffy blanket (that he had definitely stolen from a store three towns over just for this) to star gaze and talk. Daryl hadn't had anyone to really unload on before, which is how he found himself dumping everything he had on you then. From the problems with his dad, to the bad things he himself had done, his fears...anything. You always stayed quiet and let him go, never once making him feel like a burden or like his baggage was too much. Those times in that dark field lying next to each other was when he hoped that your dreams had changed, even just a little. He knew you wouldn't completely divert, staying here was your "worst nightmare". At the time, it hurt him, knowing that you had lumped him into that nightmare- into the one place you wanted to be the least.

After all these years of processing his childhood, and the way people treated his family, he grew to understand that even sneaking out in the middle of the night to disappear into the treeline behind your house where he was waiting for you was a huge risk for you. And you'd taken that risk of judgement and ridicule to offer him solace in the hardest phase of his life. Had someone caught the two of you out in that field, he could only imagine what they would've assumed about you, let alone said.

Your dreams never changed in that time. You never included him in them, never asked him to come with you. He was stupidly in love with you at the time and not being included did break his heart more than it already was. But he still showed up to hide in the trees on Monday and Thursday evenings, like you'd planned, so that he wouldn't be alone with his thoughts or his dad.

"C'mon." He called to Dog when he'd finally gotten out of the truck. Daryl's mind was full of haze, and probably still a bit of shock, at seeing you.

When he put his key card in the door, he wondered what kept you here. He placed his bags on the small utility counter beside the tiny sink and mini fridge, curious if you'd met someone worth staying for. Because seeing you now, he couldn't imagine you being alone.

And when he jumped into the rickety shower, to wash away the grime, grease, and illegality of his work today, he wished all those years ago that he had just sent the text he had typed out the night that he skipped town and started over a long way away.

"Come with me."

Instead, he erased the message and slipped away in the night alone.

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live-the-fangirl-life · 3 years

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Monstrous Morning Brews

Aelin Galathynius x Rowan Whitethorn - Halloween Lattes

Rowan keeps asking himself why he orders the same, overly-sweet, coffee every day when he prefers it black and bitter. Oh, the golden-haired barista—that’s why.

Fic inspired by the title image 👻🎃

Masterlist | Read on Ao3 | Halloween Collection

Warnings: Language

1838 words

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“Large pumpkin latte for Rowan!”

Rowan’s head snapped up as the barista’s voice rang out through the small café. He carefully finished setting down his laptop and books before striding towards the pickup counter.

Aelin was leaning onto the counter’s other side, her golden blonde hair pulled up in a precarious bun as she smiled brightly at him.

“Thank you,” he grabbed the drink and offered her a crooked smile of his own.

“I gave you a ghost this morning, what do you think?” she was grinning as he finally dragged his eyes from hers and looked at the image gracing the top of his coffee.

This was what the café was known for—well, what Aelin was known for, seeing as she was the one to pitch this particular menu item. Specialty designed latte art. Not that latte art was her idea, or new by any means, but Aelin was the one to suggest that the café start allowing customers the choice of images, letters, or patterns on their drinks, for an extra charge of course.

After the first few Instagram posts circulated of various designs, the café soon had long lines of people waiting to get their custom lattes. These days, with Autumn in full swing, many of the Halloween themed images were in high demand.

The first time Rowan visited the café it was only because he’d passed out the night before at his friend’s apartment and desperately needed caffeine before making his way home. This place wasn’t remotely close to either his house or to campus, but he found himself driving the longer commute just to see a certain barista.

He’d been struck by her golden hair and bright blue eyes the first time he’d come in and she’d barely been able to piece his order together because Rowan had somehow reverted to his flustered by a pretty girl teenage phase. Which was why when she’d asked what design he wanted on his latte (when had he ordered a latte?) all he’d managed to say was surprise me.

Watching her eyes light up and a wide grin spread across her face, Rowan decided he would let her choose his design whenever he ventured to the café and bought one of the special lattes.

‘Whenever’ then becoming every day.

But it wasn’t the artistic coffees that brought Rowan back day after day, it was the sharp-tongued, cheerful, stunning barista who smiled at him whenever he walked in. Aelin, who got excited whenever she could draw something new on his drink; who always tried striking up a conversation with him despite his multiple failed attempts at not looking foolish in front of her; who, today, had put a cute little ghost on the top of his coffee.

He chuckled at the little ghost that shook as he gripped the mug. “It’s boo-tiful”

Rowan froze, regretting his stupid pun before the words even finished spilling out of his mouth. What? Why in Hellas’ name would he make such a corny joke—

Aelin laughed and grinned wider but was cut off from replying as another customer approached the till.

Rowan hastily walked back to his table, careful not to disturb the intricate design atop his drink. As he glanced around the café, he was happy to note that besides his, there were only two other tables occupied.

He set the ghostly latte next to his computer and situated himself for the next few hours.

First, Rowan took out his earbuds and turned his study playlist to shuffle. He hated the loud, chatting crowds that sometimes overtook the café.

Next, he pulled out a few bags of snacks, some grapes and crackers. He wasn’t a fan of the overpriced too-sweet pastries on display.

Finally, Rowan looked at Aelin and watched as she ducked into the back and out of sight, before stealthily pulling out his thermos. It was filled with freshly brewed, hot, black coffee. Because he absolutely, without a doubt, hated pumpkin lattes.

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As soon as the leaves had started changing, the café’s menu was overtaken by pumpkin, caramel, and cinnamon.

The rich aromas were comforting, especially as the weather got colder, but that also meant his already-unwanted latte was now overflowing with the sickly-sweet artificial pumpkin flavor. He knew Aelin loved it; he’d seen her make her own drinks while on shift to know she adored the pumpkin lattes and hot apple ciders.

Maybe that was why he still pretended to enjoy the monster-covered drinks.

In the last few weeks, Aelin had given him coffees with pumpkins, bones, and leaves, as well as more intricate designs like a wolf howling at a moon or a witch on a broomstick.

Rowan would buy a thousand sugar-filled lattes if it meant seeing her proud smile as she handed over his coffee.

Aelin’s voice snapped him out of his reverie as she walked over towards his table and swept some dust and old crumpled wrappers from the ground. “Not thirsty?”

Not for coffee. He shook off his immediate thought and fought the blush that rose as she tilted her head and waited for his answer. Gods, he hadn’t been this horrible with girls since high school.

He cleared his throat, “Sorry, what?” Smooth.

Her lips quirked to the side as she nodded at his latte which was as full as it’d been when he picked it up more than an hour ago. “Are you not thirsty?” Then her brow furrowed as she asked, “Or was something wrong with it? I could make you another one—”

“No!” His eyes flew wide as her brows flew up at his quick response. “Uh, I mean, no, there wasn’t anything wrong with it. I just, uh, I got distracted.” To prove his point, Rowan plucked up his mug and took a large sip. It took everything in him not to cringe at the sugary taste.

“Oh, okay,” Aelin smiled, apparently believing his role of latte-enthusiast. “Well, if you need anything else, just shout. I’ll be in the back.”

That’s when he noticed that he was the only customer left in the café. He smiled at her again and she paused.

“I just noticed you have dimples,” Aelin told him, grinning. “They’re cute.” Then she winked and walked behind the counter and through the back door.

Rowan sat frozen, blinking slowly at the spot Aelin had just been standing, trying to remember how to breathe. She noticed his dimples. He didn’t even know he had dimples. She thought they were cute.

His heart was beating hard in his chest and he couldn’t have repressed his broad grin even if he tried.

In an effort to calm himself down, Rowan reached into this bag and drew out his thermos to take a long drag of the bitter coffee. He’d just taken a second large gulp when the back door swung open and Aelin flounced into the main sitting area.

“Sorry, I forgot to grab the broom—” She halted three steps from him as her eyes darted between his face, the thermos of black coffee, and the barely-touched latte. “I—what?”

Rowan guiltily lowered the thermos to the table, swallowing the coffee as he met her accusatory glare with his own wide-eyed gaze. He felt like he’d been caught red-handed committing a felony, not drinking homemade coffee in Aelin’s café.

“I, uh, well,” he stammered.

Aelin merely crossed her arms and raised a single golden brown as she waited for him to say something. When it became clear that he wouldn’t—or couldn’t—explain, she sighed.

“Rowan, is that coffee?”

“Yes.”

“You bring your own coffee to a coffee shop?”

“Yes.” He could’ve sworn she was fighting a smirk.

“Can I ask why you bring your own coffee to a coffeeshop? Especially when you buy a coffee every single day?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, surely red from his embarrassment, and winced. “Yeah, you can ask that.”

Aelin rolled her eyes, stepping towards his table to lean her hip against it. “Okay. Why do bring your own coffee to a coffee shop, when you buy a coffee every day?”

Rowan was tall enough that even while sitting he was able to easily look her in the eye as she stood at his table. Theoretically easy, yes; Actually easy, when he wasn’t sure his embarrassment would ever fade away, no. He rubbed a hand down his face and loosed a heavy sigh.

This was it, he had to come clean. She would find out he’d been lying to her and only buying lattes as an excuse to talk to her despite never having the balls to actually say anything in his favor, and she would call him creepy and ask that he never return. But she was staring at him expectantly, and if there was one thing he had learned it was that he had no defenses when it came to Aelin.

“Here’s the thing,” he began slowly, “I don’t actually like lattes.”

Aelin blinked. Twice. “But you get always get a specialty latte.”

He winced. “I do.”

She was silent for a minute and Rowan mentally kicked himself and was already preparing to pack up his stuff and leave when she tossed her head back and laughed.

Aelin laughed.

Rowan gaped as the girl he’d been hard-core crushing over laughed relentlessly at his confession. He couldn’t even be embarrassed or confused because he was too startled by how beautiful she looked when she laughed

“You,” she gasped through another laugh, “come in here every day and pay for a drink you hate—why?”

Rowan opened his mouth to give some lame excuse, but he stared at her as she calmed down and beamed at him, as if she already knew the answer and was just waiting for him to confirm it.

Drawing up a scrap of the bravado he’d lost every time he entered the café, Rowan cleared his throat and looked Aelin in the eyes as he told her, “Because it gives me a reason to talk to you, and you look so happy making those drinks.”

By the way her smile grew impossibly brighter, Rowan knew he’d said the right thing.

“That is endearingly stupid.”

His face fell but before he could utter another word, Aelin leaned down and pressed her lips to his cheek. The soft kiss short-circuited Rowan’s brain and he remained sitting as Aelin quickly darted back behind the counter and started pushing buttons on one of the machines.

The next thing he knew, Aelin was back at his table with a large cup of fresh, black coffee. “Just so you know,” she grinned as he blinked up at her, “I liked making those drinks, but I liked the customer who ordered them more.” With one last wink, Aelin disappeared back behind the counter, the light scent of pumpkin following in her wake.

Rowan’s grin didn’t falter for the rest of day once he noticed ten scribbled digits and a small waving ghost on the side of his cup.

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doubleleoenergy · 3 years

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V. Off to the Races, Lolita Series

My old man is a tough man, but he got a soul as sweet as blood-red jam. And he shows me, he knows me. Every inch of my tar-black soul.

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Pairing: bestfriendsdad!Andy Barber x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, mentions of alcohol, mentions of relationship violence, rape, and murder, pet names, passionate sex,

Words: 4025 (I am SO sorry for this)

Summary: Andy takes y/n on a weekend getaway while Jacob and his friends are out of town.

Two weeks had dragged on since Andy had gotten a taste of y/n’s sweet nectar, and since then nothing. It wasn’t like they really had the chance to be alone, Jacob and the other boys weren’t going out late at night or on the weekends as they usually did. Andy had to settle for his hand every night, reminiscing on their oral escapades.

It didn’t help that Andy had been swamped with cases, court appearances, and tons of paperwork. He had spent every night of those two weeks at the office until his eyes physically couldn’t stare at the cases in front of him anymore. Andy even showed up on the weekend to fit in a little extra work, hoping it would help take care of some of the load but to no avail. He was completely and thoroughly exhausted, and he could tell that y/n was as well.

She had worked directly with him on a few late-night cases, the rest of the time being spent shadowing Neal fucking Loguidice. It was great for her internship to do so, getting new perspectives of different attorneys in the office, but it was not as good for his jealousy.

By Thursday evening the heavy load of cases and paperwork had seemed to disappear, and Andy was grateful for being able to leave the office at a decent hour. With y/n in tow, he ducked into his Audi, waiting for y/n to get comfortable in the passenger seat before roaring the vehicle to life.

“Is it just me, or have these past two weeks been exhausting?” He asked, glancing out of the corner of his eyes at y/n as he drove. Andy knew her answer before she even opened her mouth, a loud groan leaving her lips as she rested her head back against the seat.

“You’re telling me, if I have to hear Neal mention one more time about his new kickboxing class, I’m going to gouge my eyes out. He really fucking sucks.” Her words elicit a chuckle from Andy’s lips, a smile of pride seeping onto his face. It was good to know she didn’t have any interest in Neal.

“We should do something fun this weekend, just the two of us. Maybe you’ll let me finally take you on a date” He suggested, lulling his car to a stop at the next red light. Y/N raised an eyebrow in his direction, cocking her head to the side. “Andy, I already told you, I don’t do relationships.”

Andy rolled his eyes, shifting in his seat to look at her. “Yeah, you said that, but I’m in it for the long game, y/n. You have to admit there’s something between us.”

“Andy…” She sighs, watching the sun setting out the passenger window. Sure, there was definitely something between him. Was he different from all the other guys before that she had hooked up with? Yes, of course. First off, she had never been with a man his age, someone with a career, a house, and a car of his own. He even had a pension and a life insurance policy; she hadn’t hooked up with any men who had those.

The car is silent as they pull into the garage, Andy immediately shutting off the car and sitting back in his seat. Y/N looked down at her lap awkwardly, reaching for the door but Andy stopped her with a tug to her wrist, getting her to look up at him.

“You want to be an attorney, right?” The question has her furrowing her brows, looking at him as if he had said ‘You know the sky is blue, right?’

“Of course, you know that, but what does that have to do with-” Andy cuts her off by holding up his index finger, loosening his grip on her wrist. “Attorneys defend their cases in court to a judge or jury, who then ultimately decide the fate of their clients. Their job is to convince someone that their claim is right.” Andy rests one hand on the steering wheel, a smug smirk crossing his lips.

“Saturday morning we’ll leave for a weekend getaway, planned by yours truly. This will all be part of my case as to why we should be together, no more games, officially together. You as the judge will examine the weekend's evidence and conclude on whether we should be together. If you decide after the weekend that you don’t think so, I’ll leave it alone and we won’t have to discuss it ever again. But I’m hoping for it to change your mind.” Before she can protest, Andy holds his hand up. “And I’ll even get us a room with two beds, no funny business, promise. So...will you hear my case out?”

Y/N had to admit, she had never been chased by a guy so ferociously, but what was the harm in seeing the evidence and getting a free weekend vacation out of it? She stuck her hand out for him to shake, a professional gesture for their arrangement. “Alright, I will gladly hear your case out.”

Andy had arranged it all down to the last detail, including lying to Jacob and the boys about an important conference for work that they both had to attend that weekend. Of course, he didn’t suspect a thing, he went out of town for conferences all the time, and thus his plan was set.

When Saturday morning finally arrived, Andy was feeling great. He had gone for an early morning jog, took a long shower, and even trimmed his hair and beard. Andy dressed in a plain white t-shirt and dark denim jeans, packing his bag with his essentials for the evening before walking out into the kitchen. As usual, the boys were all still asleep, hungover from their late-night game of shot roulette, which left the house extremely quiet.

Andy couldn’t help the smile creeping onto his face as he walked into the kitchen and saw y/n waiting at the counter, a familiar plate of breakfast and coffee next to her. “It’s a Saturday, you know that right? Thought breakfast was for workdays.” He stated, moving to sit at his usual spot beside her.

“Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.” She responded, taking a swig from her coffee mug. Andy’s eyes wandered along her body; her outfit of the day effortlessly beautiful. She wore a tight white bodysuit tucked into a pair of figure-hugging mint shorts; a pair of matching wedges slipped onto her dainty feet to complete the look.

“You’re right, it is.” Andy’s silverware moved to cut into his meal, chewing thoughtfully as he thought about the day ahead. “You’d think that by making me breakfast you were trying to plead your own case.” He teased, engulfing another bite of his food.

Y/N rolled her eyes at him, moving to set her now empty coffee mug in the sink. “I’ve got nothing to plead, you on the other hand, do.” She waits with her back to the counter, playing on her phone until he finishes his meal, setting his plate in the sink behind her.

“Are you ready to go?” He questioned, grabbing his duffel bag off the floor. Y/N followed suit, grabbing her tiny black suitcase and following him out into the garage. Andy grabbed the suitcase from her, setting it with his own bag in the trunk before they both got into the car, backing slowly out of the driveway.

It was a beautiful day out, the sun was shining, and there wasn’t a cloud in sight. “Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” Y/N asks, crossing her legs.

“Would it matter? You’re not familiar with the state anyhow.” He retorted, pulling up the address on his GPS as they started on their journey.

“True, I just want to know what I’m getting into.” Her eyes locked on the GPS, noticing the destination was an hour away. “Rockport? What’s in Rockport?” She asked, raising a shapely brow in Andy’s direction.

“Well for starters, it’s along the ocean, which guarantees a good view. It also has great shopping, beaches, and restaurants. It’s a nice little getaway.” Andy turns on the radio as the car goes silent, y/n admiring the view as they drive.

The silence in the car was comfortable, both of them enjoying each other’s company, and before they knew it, they had arrived at their home for the weekend. They were staying at the Cove at Rockport, a beautiful inn right along the ocean. It was even more classy than the photos online, and Andy made quick working of getting them checked into their room.

Andy and y/n walked together down the long hallway to their room, room one on the first floor. Unlocking the door with the key provided, Andy pushed it open, allowing y/n to step in and take in their living arrangements.

The main room was huge, donning a cute little breakfast nook adjacent to the kitchen, a living room, two separate bedrooms, and a bathroom. The decor was all beach themed, of course, shades of blues and beiges filling their sights.

“This definitely deserves a point towards your case.” Y/N admitted, chewing on her bottom lip. It was honestly the nicest place she’d ever stayed at, more luxurious than what she had expected. Walking further into the space, y/n pushed open the sliding door, the sound of waves hitting the shore bursting through her ears as she took in the view. It truly was gorgeous, much different from shitty life in Ohio.

“So, I did alright with my first piece of evidence?” He chortled, leaning back against the cool wall. Y/N continues to take in the view outside, a light breeze picking up and blowing her hair off her shoulders.

“I’d say so.” She shuts the sliding doors and walks back to investigate the sleeping spaces, setting her bags in the room with a large picture of a beach umbrella over the bed, the smaller of the two. “Well, what else do you have planned for your case? Because if this is it, I can come to a decision right away.”

Andy moved his own bag into the opposite room before walking into y/n’s and sitting down on the plush comforter. “I wanted to start the trip with a walk downtown, explore some of the shops before we get ready for our dinner reservations at six.”

Ah, he even sprung for reservations, what a smart man. “Sounds good, let’s explore.” Y/N got up from the bed, grabbing her purse before Andy followed her out, walking out of their room towards the lobby.

Downtown was only about a five-minute walk from the inn, an enjoyable stroll filled with laughter from a group of teens on the sidewalk, birds chirping in the trees, and the smell of fresh muffins wafting from the window of a bakery on the street. “Well, where should we look first?” He asked, turning to look at y/n for guidance on where she’d like to go.

They had spent about two full hours downtown, walking in and out of all the little shops, picking up a blueberry donut to share from one of the bakeries, and taking photos of each other along the Rockport streets. Most of the photos Andy took of y/n were very Instagram appropriate photos, staring down the camera and moving from angle to angle. On a few photos though, Andy would say something to make her laugh, snapping away at her genuine reaction.

Before long they were walking back into the room to get ready for their dinner reservations. Andy was pulling out all the stops, dressing up in one of his nicest black suits, a matching black tie situated atop a crisp white button down. He spritzed on some of his favorite Versace Eros cologne, adjusting the laces of his dress shoes before walking out into the living room. Andy had ordered a dozen red roses to be delivered to the suite, arriving shortly after he had finished getting ready, sitting on the couch with the flowers and waiting for y/n to walk out. God, he hoped this wasn’t too cheesy.

After about five minutes of waiting anxiously, the door to y/n’s room opened, noticing her delicate silver peep toe heels first. His eyes roamed up her toned and tanned legs, settling on her baby blue dress, off the shoulder with slightly puffy sleeves, a tie in the front revealing just a bit of cleavage. The ruffles on the hem swayed as she moved, her eyes taking in the sight of him as well with the flowers.

Suddenly Andy stood up, holding out the flowers to her. “You look incredible, Lolita.” There went the pet name again, though it was always so fitting for her. “Shall we go?” Y/N silently thanked him for the flowers, taking a whiff of their sweet aroma before setting them down on the counter near the door. She followed Andy to his car, waving him off when he tried to open her door for her. Her expression stayed on Andy the entire drive, inhaling his intoxicating cologne, licking her lips. Y/N had to admit, he always looked great in a suit.

The restaurant was only a ten-minute drive from the inn, a little classy seafood restaurant along the ocean coast. It was packed with people, a quartet playing Sinatra’s finest hits off in the far-right corner of the room. Some people were dancing, some were sitting along the bar against the left wall, while most were diners enjoying their meals at their table.

Y/N and Andy were led to a table near the back wall facing the ocean view. Andy started off by ordering a bottle of chardonnay for the table, taking in the sight of y/n lit up by the candlelight provided.

“This is beautiful, Andy.” She exclaimed, her eyes scanning the room and all the happy couples around them. Andy smiled before opening his menu, mulling over what to order. “I told you, I’m great at pleading my case. And as you know, I almost always win.” Y/N rolled her eyes, opening her own menu. “Key word, almost.”

After deciding on what to eat, Andy getting the seafood gnocchi and y/n ordering the lobster bisque, Andy poured them each a glass of wine, holding his up towards hers. “Cheers to an unforgettable night.” He exclaimed, clinking their glasses together before they each took a sip of their respective glasses.

As they wait for their food, Andy and y/n sit and talk more about their likes and dislikes, what they want in the future, and the day they had downtown. Their food arrives during the conversation and they continue to talk while they indulge in their meals, all the food just as incredible as the atmosphere.

About thirty minutes later Andy and y/n take in their last bites of food, sitting back and enjoying the liveliness around them. As they waited for their check to arrive, the sound of Sinatra’s hit ‘It Had to Be You’ started drifting from the quartet. Andy smiles, holding out his hand towards y/n as he stares down at her. “Dance with me?” He asks, taking in her surprised expression before she scoots herself out of her seat, grabbing his hand as he led her over to where the other couples were dancing. Andy places his hands on the small of her back, y/n wrapping her own around his neck as they sway to the tune.

“This is definitely not as good as dancing together at the club.” She joked, making Andy laugh. “Well, technically I wouldn’t call that dancing. More like...gyrating, or maybe dry humping? Definitely not the same.” Her smile brightened; his eyes locked on her as they moved. It was as if they were the only people there, like the whole world stopped to see them dance.

“For nobody else gave me a thrill. With all your faults, I love you still. It had to be you...Wonderful you...It had to be you…” The quartet crooned, the song ending and a few of the couples clapping in response. Andy’s eyes bore into y/n’s, licking his lips before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to her lips, holding it for a moment before y/n pulled away, clearing her throat and letting go of his neck.

“M’sure the bill is on the table.” She stated, walking back towards their chairs. Andy let out a huff of disappointment, following her over to the table and paying for their meal before they walked in silence back to their car.

The car ride felt riddled with tension, the tension continuing to build as they got back to the room. “We need to talk, y/n.” He admitted as the door of their suite shut behind them, crossing his arms against his broad chest. Y/N leaned her weight against the wall between their bedrooms, tilting her head up to look at him.

“Andy…” She started, becoming silent again and chewing on her bottom lip. Andy’s stance becomes more tense, taking a step closer to her. “I want you, y/n. And not because of how mind-blowingly attractive you are. You are intelligent, thoughtful, and selfless. You’re not stuck up or fussy about material items. You make me feel like I’m in my twenties again, you make me feel like I’ve never felt with another woman.”

He takes another step closer to her, hovering above her due to his height. She puts her hands on his chest to stop him from moving, swallowing the lump in her throat.

“I’m terrified of this, Andy. How do I know you won’t turn out just like my piece of shit father, huh?” She leans her body weight against the wall, peering up at him.

“Look, I know how you feel, alright?” He moves away from her again, his back turned towards her as his hand ruffles through his hair. “I know firsthand, my father...he’s also in prison. He went to prison when I was young for raping and murdering a 19-year old woman. I vowed to myself to never ever treat a woman without kindness and respect. Though my marriage with Laurie wasn’t perfect, I’m sure she’d say that I was nothing like my father, and nothing like yours for that matter.”

He turns back to look at her, arms outstretched. “I promise I will never hurt you; you can trust me. I’m all in, y/n. And I meant everything I said.”

She processes his story of his father, realizing they had a lot more in common than she once thought. Her heart is beating so fast she thought it might splatter in her chest, closing the distance between the two quickly. Her hand came up to grip his jaw, leaning up and kissing him lovingly. They continue to kiss, y/n parting her lips to allow Andy’s tongue to slip inside, exploring her mouth and causing her to moan. After a moment they both pull away breathless, her hands playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Okay...I’m all in too, with you.” Her words are all Andy had been wanting to hear, gripping her waist and kissing her lustfully this time, pushing them backwards until they both hit the wall again with a groan. His lips trailed a line of kisses down her neck and along her collarbone, shrugging off his suit jacket and making quick work at the buttons on his shirt, practically ripping the buttons off completely.

Y/N is tilting her head back against the wall, helping to push off his now open shirt to expose his God-like torso. This was her first time seeing his chest, running her cool fingers against his abs as he kissed back up her neck and into her mouth.

He plays with the fabric on sleeves of her dress, pushing them down so that she can fully shimmy out of the pale blue fabric. Her breasts are on full display, no bra to pull down, and Andy growled at the sight of them. They were just as perky as they had been while peeking through her outfits.

He nudged her body in the direction of his bed, hands making quick work of his belt and pulling down his trousers, kicking them into a pile as he walked into the bedroom after her in only his Calvin Klein briefs. Andy moved forward to kiss her again, knocking them both over onto the bed, a breathy laugh escaping her throat.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, my little Lolia.” He purred, his hands coming up between them to knead over her delectable breasts. Y/N cried out from the touch, grinding her hips up into Andy’s to evoke a similar noise from him. “Andy, need you…” She whined, her back arching off the bed, her panties rolling against his clearly clothed hard cock.

He slipped his hands lower, teasing his fingertips along her folds, already slick with her desire. “Need what, Lolita? Need you to tell me exactly what you want.” Her hands rub his cock through the thin fabric, a whine of impatience leaving her lips.

“Need you inside me, Andy. Please, fuck my pussy.” Her words ignite an animalistic groan from his lips, pulling off her and scooting her up further onto the bed until her head touched the pillows. He quickly tugged off his boxers, stepping out of them before shimmying her out of her panties, tossing them aside.

His eyes grew dark as he took in her naked form in front of him, stroking his cock. She really was the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on, and she was all his. Andy moved onto the bed, hovering over y/n with his cock dragging against her glistening folds. He was bigger than the guys she’d been with before, and the thought alone excited and terrified her. Her fingers land on the skin of his shoulder blades, pressing in lightly as she locks eyes with him.

“Andy, please.” She begs again. Andy keeps his eyes on hers as he pushes in slowly, giving her time to adjust as he moves inch by inch into her cunt. Her nails dig a bit deeper into his skin, mewling as he continues to press into her until he finally bottoms out, holding himself in place.

“God, my little Lolita, you’re so fucking tight...you’re milking my cock and I haven’t even moved yet. Do you want me to move?” He leant down and pressed a passionate kiss to her lips, waiting for her mumbled ‘mhm’ against him before he rolled his hips into hers.

The pace started slowly, building up speed with every little noise y/n’s mouth made, coming undone underneath him with each thrust. They continued to share soft kisses, moaning into each other’s mouths, y/n’s hands locking around his neck.

“Andy.” She breathed, her walls tightening and releasing around him. “Wanna cum for you.”

Andy quickened his pace, kissing along her pulse point on her neck. “Cum for me, Lolita. Want to feel you cum on my cock.” It doesn’t take her long after his sentence before she’s tightening her walls again, crying out as her orgasm rips through her. Her eyesight is full of stars, and it takes a second for her to regain her vision, focusing on Andy’s face once she does.

“M’gonna cum in this pretty cunt, fill you up to the brim.” He states, thrusting a few more times before coating her walls with his release. He stills inside of her for a moment before pulling out slowly and plopping down with his back on the bed next to her.

They both lie in silence, staring up at the ceiling, panting. The sex was incredible, better than they both could’ve imagined. Andy’s arm wraps loosely around y/n’s shoulder, tugging her into his chest and pressing a loving kiss to her forehead.

“You’re mine now, it’s official.” He looked down at her with a lazy smile, watching as her fingers began to trail up and down his chest. “Guess you could say I won yet another case.”

“Shut up, Andy.”

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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Little Bones 1

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series); harassment, general creepiness

This is dark! (biker) Thor x chubby!reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: You’re a city girl stuck in a small town, but Birch isn’t as sleepy as it seems.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown and When the Weight Comes Down

Note: So, I’ve made some positive changes in my life. I am working away at original work, I’m drinking more water, I’m taking my dog on big walks and being more active, and I’m doing my best. So, I was struck with an old yearning to return to Birch. I’ll be updating here and there as I feel and won’t be pushing myself like I did before because I realise how unhealthy and stressful it was on me.

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Chapter 1: It gets so sticky down here

A city girl in a small town. What could be sadder than that?

In the city, life went fast. In a place like Birch, the days dragged by as if to remind you of how helpless you were beneath the unyielding and inevitable tick of the clock. The hand wound around and around as you waited for what would never happen. The dreams of your childhood eroded beneath the rolling years leaving trail of crumbs you could not follow back to the beginning.

A woman just beyond her prime trapped in an antiquated career. The empty aisles between the shelves full of books bespoke of a bygone era. The forgotten library at the far end of the main street rarely saw a new face and those familiar were fewer by the day. The staff had thinned to three of you; Melissa was older than you with a daughter nearly your age and Colin was close to retirement if not well past.

You got on well enough, as well as you could given Colin’s faulty hearing aid, and Melissa’s wandering mind. They meant well but they shared the lethargy of the old small town.

You weren’t nostalgic for the smog or the flashing lights of the city, but there was no life to this place. Only the impending reach of death rattling closer in the roar of the motorcycles and the rumble of the old railroad that ran through the middle of town.

The air nipped at your cheeks as you approached the library. A morning of yawning had you craving a latte from the bakery and the quiet girl behind the counter cheerfully steamed the foam before handing it over. Everyone in this town was familiar, everyone knew everyone else, and yet, you still felt like an outsider.

You felt the heat of the cup through your glove and you looked up as you sensed two figures by one of the thick columns of the library façade. Melissa stood chatting with her daughter, hugging her sweater around her as she’d left her coat inside. You peeked up at the grey sky as snow threatened at any moment with the mid-November bite.

As you thought to pass them and leave their conversation uninterrupted, your name drew you back.

“I was just telling my daughter,” Mel began as she waved you over with a chatter of her teeth. “About that podcast you mentioned. She loves those old Hollywood stars.”

“Oh,” you blew the steam away from the lid of your drink as you neared, “It’s alright. The stories are worth the narrator’s schtick.”

“Yeah? I’ve been closing at the bar and I like to listen to something once it clears out.” Mel’s daughter said. “You wouldn’t mind giving me the name?”

You told her the title of the podcast and helped her find it on Spotify to follow for later. Mel shivered and stood closer to her daughter who was bundled up against the onslaught of Birch’s blustering winter. You knew about her too.

She was friendly but you saw in her a cynicism more common to city folk. You got along but you were weary of her associations. The local club of crass bikers were neither subtle nor savoury. In the city, it was easy enough to ignore the patch and all that came along with it. The seedy figures were distilled by the broader population but not in Birch. There, the club was the town.

“Mom, you can’t stay out here.” She poked her mother’s arm. “It’s too cold.”

“Little better in the library.” You grumbled and sipped your latte. “The radiator’s broken again.”

“You mean Colin broke it trying to fix what wasn’t broken,” Melissa shook her head, “and I’m fine, dear. I’ve spent more than fifty winters in Birch and been through worse than this.”

“Yes, but you were younger then--” Her voice dwindled as she turned her head to listen to the distant roar of exhaust.

You followed her gaze and noted the way her forehead creased at the noise. She swallowed and turned to watch as a dark rider turned onto the main road from the highway. It was the man who kept her entwined with the club, the one who marked her latent authority over all others. The only one who outranked her.

She swore and looked over her shoulder at her mother. Her mother touched her arm. It was a telling and surprising moment. Her expression read of all the disgust you felt for the bikers.

At least a dozen bikes followed the first and Bucky raised his glove hand to signal the others to slow as he pulled up to the curb just before the library steps. You backed away as his breath clouded around him and he waved Mel’s daughter closer. He craned to kiss her as she bent, her fingers picking at her jeans as she did, then he nodded his greeting to Mel.

“What are you doing?” He asked tersely.

“Can’t I see my mother?” The daughter challenged and the biker scoffed.

“Of course,” he killed his engine and the others mimicked him in fine order. “I wouldn’t keep ya from her but you didn’t tell me you were going downtown.”

“You were gone.”

You listened to the conversation as you stayed close to the column, thinking of sneaking up the steps into the library before you heard too much. Your curiosity had you searching the crowd of leather jackets as their wearers tried to conceal their impatience with their boss’ impromptu halt.

Among them, a large man sat casually in his seat, his feet planted on the cold pavement as he rolled slightly back and forth. Strands of his thick blond hair were drawn back beneath his helmet into a thick braid as the rest hung around his shoulders. His patch was different from the rest, an old Norse symbol you didn’t know the meaning of. There were several others who wore the same cut, including a dark-haired woman who chatted with another golden-haired rider.

You tasted your latte again, it cooled quickly as the cold air battered the cardboard. As you sipped and sidled around the column, your eyes were caught by another pair. The very man you’d just been watching was now focused on you. You stopped, hoping like some frightened animal that your stillness would ward off his attention.

“Barnes,” the broad blonde man spoke as he finally looked away. “You’ve not even introduced me to your woman. I assume that’s why we’ve stopped.”

Bucky shifted on his bike and sighed. You hadn’t expected the man to have an accent. His voice was deep but the subtle lilt defined his tone as unforgettable. The dark-haired biker of Birch rolled his eyes before he pointed to his girl and gave her name, then to Melissa as he explained their relation.

You sidestepped around the column to the stairs of the library and turned away. You were stopped again by the same voice.

“And that one? The quiet one?”

You spun back slowly and looked at each biker, many unconcerned with conversation, as a few stared back at you or at the viking-like rider. Bucky shook his head and furrowed his brow at Melissa’s daughter. She hesitated before she gave your name coolly referred to you as just another librarian. She was trying to deflect the focus and you were thankful for it. You wondered at her own blatant spite for that breed of man.

“No one important,” Bucky grabbed his keys. “Come on, honey. I’ll give you a ride back.”

“I can walk.”

“Get on.” He said gruffly and turned the keys.

The motorcycles thrummed back to life in a cacophony. You flinched and turned back to the library doors. Your lunch was almost over as it was and the cold was starting to make your head hurt. You heard the bikes tear off as you reached the door and you turned back to watch as Melissa ran up after you.

You held the door for her and paused as you watched riders tear away. The blonde remained and watched you with a smirk. He winked as he slowly rolled after the others and pushed off. You followed Melissa inside and pulled the door shut tightly behind you.

“I’ll finish the returns,” you slipped past her, “you should try to warm up.”

“Thanks, dear,” she rubbed her hands together as she neared the curve desk you all shared, “God, that man makes my skin crawl.”

“But your daughter--”

“She handles him as well as she can,” Melissa sat and logged onto her boxy PC, “she’s stronger than me, that’s for sure.”

You sat and chewed on the thought. You just assumed her daughter leaped at the opportunity to date the most powerful man in town. What else could a girl from Birch hope for?

“She doesn’t…”

“He keeps her safe, I guess,” Melissa muttered, “I don’t say nothing against it. I won’t, for her sake as much as mine.”

You lowered your lashes and turned to the stack of unscanned books. You took the first and opened the cover.

“I didn’t mean to-- I don’t really know anything about the… bikers.”

“Hope you never do, dear,” she said listlessly. “Those men, if you can call them that, are the lowest form of humanity.”

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You always took the same route home. It wasn’t very far. You lived in the studio apartment above Tammy’s, the clothes shop where all the local seniors got their outdated outfits. The store itself smelled like a retirement home but you were not often disturbed by the activity below. Like everything in Birch, it wasn’t very exciting.

Your walk took you past the diner and along the stretch across the street from the town’s sentinel, The Asp. The bar was the only place in town which always seemed to be bursting with life. You had an old Chevrolet parked behind the building but you never drove to work, only on your odd trip to the city to get away from the suffocation malaise of main street.

That day as you fumbled to get your earbud back in, you heard a whistle. You got a few comments now and again about your habit of blocking out the townsfolk and the town itself with your music. In the city, you didn’t just say hi to every person you walked by and you had little inclination to change that habit.

You kept going and the whistle came louder. You heard boots hammer across the street and you stopped as the earbud once more fell out of your ear.

“Eh, kitten,” you turned to the long-haired biker. A golden hammer hung from a chain and peaked out from the open collar of his jacket. He tucked his hands in his pockets as you faced him with blatant irritation. “We didn’t get to meet properly, did we?”

You stared at him and let out a foggy breath. You leaned on your left heel and shook your head with a scoff.

“No.” You said and turned back along your path.

“No?” He repeated and his footsteps followed closely. “I’m only being friendly, kitten. I’m not from around here and I’m just tryn’ ta make a few friends.”

“I’m not interested,” you march onward and stop short.

You realised if you went any further, you’d lead him straight to your door. You didn’t need him knowing where you lived. You veered off and crossed the street, he stayed close just like your shadow. You’d stop by the liquor store and wait him out there.

“Where are you going, kitten?”

“Can’t you take a hint?” You nearly tangled your own legs as you pivoted sharply. “I’m sorry for your luck that you’ve ended up in Birch but I don’t know you and I don’t want to know you.” You grasped the handle of the liquor store door. “Oh, and my name isn’t kitten.”

“I know your name. I remember it.” He grinned and you swung open the door. He caught it behind you and you let out a frustrated sigh as he trailed you inside. “It’s almost as gorgeous as you.”

“Do those work on the women where you’re from?”

You stared at the shelf of fruit wines and tried to ignore him. You were starting to build a real thirst for the bottles.

“I don’t meet a lot of women like you, kitten.”

“Would you stop it--” You blinked and stomped further down the aisle.

“Thor. My name’s Thor.” He offered gallantly. “But you can call me whatever you wish.”

“I could think of a few things.” You bent down to read the label of a wine from the Maritimes.

“Mmm, my thoughts run wild, kitten.” He purred and you looked up at him in confusion.

You swiped the bottle from the shelf and stood straight. His eyes clung to your ass and as you turned, they swiftly found your chest. Neither were well-hidden by your jacket, even as thick as it was. Your weight often deterred the whistles and the leers, but not this time.

“How many ways can I tell you to go away?” You hissed and move to step around him. He turned and watched you pass. He shivered as you brushed against him unwillingly in the narrow aisle.

“So, you got a man?” He questioned as again he tailed you to the counter. You grabbed a small bottle of Vodka from the rack beside it and dug out your wallet.

“Does it matter?”

He bent and leaned on the counter beside you and you ignored his attempt to look you in the face. You paid and took your change as the clerk bagged your purchase.

“To me, everything about you matters, kitten.”

You shot him a sharp look and took your paper bag. You hugged it close and glared at him as he straightened. “Stop calling me that.”

“Here,” he gripped the top of the bag, “I’ll help.”

“I’ll smash this bottle over your head,” you threatened. “Now I’ve told you to leave me alone.”

He chuckled and dipped his head. His hair slid down the leather and he scratched his thick beard.

“Don’t worry, kitten, I like to play.”

He looked at you again, his blue eyes twinkling. You were startled as suddenly he ‘woofed’’ at you. You backed away and he kept close as is to chase you, ready to salivate like the dog he mimicked.

“Get away!” You shouted and raced for the door.

His barks turned to laughter and the bell announced your stagger out onto the street. You didn’t look back as you charged across the street and narrowly missed being mowed down by Linda Karling. You reached the other side as you heard the liquor store door clatter a second time. You sensed his shadow as you turned down a side street.

You walked until you were certain he wasn’t following. The cold blew up your jacket as you mapped out your way back. You could sneak around the back of the clothes shop and sneak up the metal escape. You peered back and forth, the old house just at the town limits nearly faded into the dimming sky and main street shrouded by brick walls.

“Hey,” a small voice surprised you as a woman neared, walking the same route as you. “Whatcha doing all the way up here?”

You stared at her dumbly. It was the woman who worked at the bakery. She hung out with the club too.

“Nothing, I…” You grabbed your earbuds and put them back in your ears. “I was listening to my music and got carried away.”

“Oh?” she chittered like a mouse. “No one comes this way. Only me to see my ma.”

You nodded at her and gave an awkward smile. “Mmhmm. Well, thanks. I probably would’ve wandered right out of town.”

“I wouldn’t blame you,” she said forlornly. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

“For your latte. And you always get the banana loaf when it’s on special and tomorrow’s Tuesday.”

You sniffed and rubbed your neck. You hated that. You hated that everyone knew you, that everyone knew what you did, and that they assumed they knew everything else. But she was sweet and you couldn’t hate her for never being freed from the prison of Birch.

“Oh yeah,” you squeezed the paper bag so it crinkled and pulled out your phone with your free hand, “tomorrow.”

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