#instead he'll wrap that little boy in a hug and swear he'll get both of them out of that temple

[siscon-stsg]

Hi 💖 would ya write momson with satoru? Please 💗

(CW: incest, bratty and spoiled 'toru, mommy kink obsly, idk is satoru a dom or a bottom in this? can't tell you but he whines and whimpers a lot. he's kinda pathetic tbh. titplay, mentions of pregnancy cuz of toru's lactation kink, oral (f and m receiving), unprotected sex, toru getting pussydrunk, belly bulge, creampie)

thank you anon thank you SO FUCKING MUCH. i swear if satoru called me "mommy" my pussy would vibrate so hard it'd come off. ~BLOSSOM

MAMA'S BOY!TORU who makes you wonder who is the parent in the relationship. not because he's more responsible and grounded than you, god forbid. but because, god knows how, you always end up agreeing to everything he says instead of the other way around. you could say “no” a thousand times but next thing you know, one pout later, you're saying “yes”.

MAMA'S BOY!TORU who loves acting like a brat only so you'd scold him. (he deffo doesn't get off to it...)

MAMA'S BOY!TORU who is the clingiest mf imaginable. he doesn't care if he's a grown ass man who towers over most people, he still walks around holding your hand when you're out and demands to go everywhere you go.

MAMA'S BOY!TORU who showers you with gifts and luxury and everything you want. a vacation to some expensive beaches in a remote touristic island? he'd have the tickets the next day. a whole week at a stay-in spa? he's always wanted to go to those! you mention in passing that you need to buy a dress for an event? your whole closet is getting renewed by the end of the week.

MAMA'S BOY!TORU who still calls you “mommy” and “mama” and no, don't argue him on this.

MAMA'S BOY!TORU who also demands to be called all the petnames under the sun. call him by his name and he'd get pissy and bratty.

MAMA'S BOY!TORU who loves hugging you while you just do stuff. his favorite is definitely wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck, and complaining about his coworkers and fellow sorcerers while you cook or work.

MAMA'S BOY!TORU who starts getting handsy. his hands would rub at your hips, nuzzling into your neck as he plays this off as “making sure mommy's hips are not sore”.

MAMA'S BOY!TORU who presses into you from behind, trapping you between the counter and his large frame.

MAMA'S BOY!TORU who whimpers like a big baby when you lightly smack his hand with a wooden spoon for squeezing your breasts. and he answers with a whiney: “but moommyyyy, so meaaan!” while sliding his hands under your top. “pleeease, 'm all stressed out from training. you never pay attention to me! just this onceee?”

MAMA'S BOY!TORU who hauls you over the counter as soon as you, expectedly, say yes, and latches his mouth to your nipple. if he can squish your breasts together and suckle on both then he'll turn into a whiny, needy mess.

MAMA'S BOY!TORU who tells you he “might give himself a little brother” only so he can slurp the milk from your sweet titties again. and no, he wouldn't share!

MAMA'S BOY!TORU who's obsessed with your pretty pussy. he's so sloppy because he doesn't know if he wants to tongue you or finger you or do both of those at the same time. “mama's pussy's so sweet,” he'd say, shoving his face between your legs.

MAMA'S BOY!TORU who'd get you all squirmy and whiney and overstimulate you, almost on accident, from how needy he is. and still would pout up at your barely coherent self and beg you to use your mouth on him too.

MAMA'S BOY!TORU who loves the sight of his mommy's plushy lips all stretched out around his cock. “deeper, d'per please,” he'd whimper, holding the back of your head with one big slender hand while his hips buck at your rhythm.

MAMA'S BOY!TORU who'd edge himself on purpose on your mouth, then beg through tears to please please please let him fuck your cunny.

MAMA'S BOY!TORU who holds you open on the counter, moaning around your nipples as he pounds into you. he'd babble the most needy things, getting mad pussydrunk on his mama's slick and pulsing hole. “s-so hot, mama's pussy's suckin' me in s'good! feel it 'n 'r tummy!” MAMA'S BOY!TORU who's obsessed with the bulge his cock makes on your pretty belly, who presses down on it with some sort of debauched fondness while rutting into your like an animal.

MAMA'S BOY!TORU who's a sweaty, crying, flushed, loud, disheveled mess of a son. grinning down at his screaming, shaking mommy before diving into her mouth with a kiss.

MAMA'S BOY!TORU who sobs “i love you mommy”s against your lips, slurping the drool from your tongue as his pace turns sloppy and sluggish and hard and deep.

MAMA'S BOY!TORU who begs and begs and smooches you and nuzzles your cheek as he just pleads you let him cum inside.

MAMA'S BOY!TORU who says, “mommy'sso g'd, can' pull out! pl'se please pl'ase d'n make me p'll out mama, please please please please!” getting louder and whinier and rougher and faster with each plea.

MAMA'S BOY!TORU who fills up your womb regardless, because he's your petty prince and you're his sweet, spoiling mama. 🩷

[ohpuckthat]

Kid... (Tyler Seguin)

Does include swearing and mentions of cheating...

Tyler and I had met when he first came to Dallas. I was only a few years younger than him but for some reason, he had nicknamed me Kid. For a while, he was just like an older brother. Throughout the years, a bunch of things in both of our lives changed but the one thing that was consistent with him was that he never liked any of the people I dated. So it was no surprise that the minute I started dating Princeton, Tyler had his reservations.

"You're dating a dude named Princeton?" He asked as soon as I finished announcing my new relationship.

"Yeah."

"His name is Princeton?"

"Tyler. What's wrong this time?" I asked, sitting back on the couch and sipping on my wine.

"Kid, his name is Princeton."

"And you're name is Tyler." I laughed, knowing exactly where his logic was currently.

"Princeton is such a douche name!"

"And Tyler isn't? Can't you just give him a chance?"

"Fine kid. But don't come crying to me when it all goes wrong." He laughed, pouring more wine into my glass.

"Deal." I laughed as well, taking another drink. What I didn't know was just how right he was.

~

A few months later, Princeton had decided that he wanted to meet my friends. I had met his friends but he had yet to meet mine. When I got the text that the boys were heading to the bar after a winning game, I jumped at the chance. I texted Princeton and then started getting ready.

Not long after, he showed up in an uber and we were on our way. The whole ride, I told Princeton a little about the boys and how we had met. I told him how Tyler was the first one of the bunch I met and how we immediately clicked. I also warned him that Tyler may be a little standoffish. When he asked why I slowly danced around how Tyler had never liked any of the guys I was with.

"He's just very protective and only wants the best for me. Once he gets to know you and sees how amazing you are, he'll lighten up."

"Okay." He whispered back, placing a kiss on my cheek.

"And you let me know when you want to leave. I don't work tomorrow but I'll go when you go."

We pulled up to the bar and ran in. It wasn't freezing but it was cold in my current outfit. Once we made our way in, I spotted the boys and pulled Princeton towards them.

"Kid! You made it!" Tyler yelled over the music, pulling me into a hug. "You're freezing. Here." He said, taking his suit jacket and wrapping it over my arms.

"Thanks, Ty. Princeton, this is Tyler, Tyler, Princeton."

"Nice to meet you man," Tyler said, holding his hand out.

"Yeah," Princeton said, ignoring Tyler's outstretched hand and instead, wrapping his hand around my waist.

"Well, I'll introduce you to the rest of the boys." I said, mouthing 'I'm sorry' to Tyler. Once all the introductions were over, Princeton offered to get us drinks. Tyler sat next to me as soon as Princeton made his way to the bar.

"What a jerk."

"Ty, he had a long day at work. Give him another chance. Please? For me?" I said, using my best puppy dog eyes.

"Fine. But he should have at least shook my hand." He joked, nudging me on the arm.

"Here you go, hun," Princeton said, setting down my drink beside me.

"Thanks, babe." I smiled, taking a sip. Instead of it being my favourite, it was something else, something strong. As a reflex, I made a face, not expecting what was actually in the glass.

"Everything all right?" Princeton asked, sitting in on the other side of me.

"Yeah. I just haven't had anything to drink in a while." I smiled, leaning into his chest.

I slowly finished my glass and threw my two cents into the conversation every now and then. Princeton was quiet the whole time but kept his hand on me in one way or another. With an empty glass and a few empty beer bottles, Tyler was next to get the drinks. He came back with a tray full of more beer and one glass, placing it in front of me.

"Here you go, kid."

"Thanks, Ty..." I chuckled, taking a sip and letting it run down my throat. This one went much better and once I had it down, I became more lively and began to actually enjoy the night again. That soon came crashing down as I felt Princeton squeeze my shoulder.

"We should go." He whispered, sliding out of his chair. I nodded, getting out of my chair and turning back to the table.

"I'll see you guys later," I called, waving at everyone. I went to take off Tyler's jacket but felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Keep it. I'll get it later. Stay warm."

"Thanks, Seguin," I whispered, giving him a side hug. "Good game."

~

The next day, I was over at Tyler's place on the floor with the dogs as he was making coffee.

"I knew it. He's a douche."

"Tyler."

"He didn't realize you were freezing when you first walked in, didn't know your drink order, and made you leave as soon as you were having fun. And, may I reiterate, his name is Princeton."

"Tyler, I told him to let me know when he wanted to leave."

"And you're making excuses for him... again." He pointed out, passing me a mug. "Just admit that he sucks, break up with him, and then we can move on."

"You are literally the worst friend in the world," I said, getting up. "Tyler, I'm happy. Why can't you see that?"

"Because that's not how a relationship should be kid!"

"And I should be taking relationship advice from you? A man who hasn't been in a serious relationship since I met you?"

"God, you really can be an idiot at times." He laughed, sitting at the island.

"Great. Well, I should go." I sighed, checking the time.

"What? Oh, come on. Don't do this."

"Do what? I told Princeton I was going to meet him for lunch so I need to go. I'll talk with you later." I scoffed, walking out. I knew this fight wasn't going to last. We couldn't be mad at each other for more than a few days. This time, however, I would need more than a few days to cool off.

~

Princeton and I's first year anniversary came faster than I thought but we weren't going to be spending it together. He had a work trip set up but had sent me flowers that morning. As disappointed as I felt, I couldn't dwell on it too long. For the rest of the day, I spent time alone but had promised Tyler a dinner. We hadn't seen each other in a while, with him busy with hockey and me with work. I made a quick stop at the grocery store before making my way to his house.

"Good evening." Tyler smiled, leaning on the door frame as he opened the door for me.

"Hey, Ty. You gonna let me in or are you just going to stand there looking like a GQ model?"

"You think I look like a GQ model?" He laughed, stepping aside.

"Don't let it get to your head. I brought stuff to make pizza."

"This is why you're my favourite."

"I beat out Jamie?" I smiled, setting all the bags up on the kitchen island.

"Don't let it get to your head kid." He laughed, helping me unpack. Tyler helped me around the kitchen but let me take charge.

"Do you want to watch a movie?"

"Or we could go sit by the fire? We haven't just talked in a while." He suggested, pouring us both some wine.

"That sounds really nice." I chuckled, taking the pizza out of the oven. "Thank you for tonight. I've missed this."

"You know you are welcome anytime. Not just when I'm not here." He laughed, silently thanking me for taking care of the dogs while he is away.

"I'll keep that in mind." I chuckled, picking up both pizzas and following him out onto the patio. We placed everything down and started the fire pit. I went to grab a few blankets as he went to grab some cushions.

"So, where's Princeton?" Tyler asked as he set the cushions down.

"He's on a work trip. He didn't want to go today of all days but-" I stopped realizing what I just said.

"What's so important about today?"

"Well. It's our one-year anniversary." I said, knowing he would see right through any lie I tried. "And before you say anything, I know."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay. We're planning on getting dinner when he's back."

"That's nice. Is he taking you somewhere nice?"

"I think so. He's keeping it a surprise." I smiled, lifting the wine glass to my lips. "Enough about him. How have you been?"

We spent the rest of the night outside, finishing off the bottle of wine and both pizzas. It was nice to just sit together, talking about whatever came to mind.

"We need to do this more often," I whispered as Tyler was helping me back into the house and towards his guest room. I was definitely feeling that wine and knew I would regret it in the morning.

"And we will. But right now, you should get some sleep."

"Thank you, Ty. For everything." He tucked me into the bed, placing a kiss on my forehead.

"Good night."

~

A few weeks later, Jamie and I were over at Tyler's place. Empty take-out containers were littering the coffee table and there was music playing over the stereo. Tyler had just gone to the bathroom, leaving Jamie and me alone.

"So?" He started, keeping his voice low.

"So?"

"How's Princeton? You two still together?"

"God, you're starting to sound like Tyler."

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked, sliding closer to me.

"Tyler has never liked any of the people I was with but for some reason, he really hates Princeton."

"Cause he likes you."

"What?" I whispered, my stomach twisting.

"Oh come on. We both know you're not that oblivious."

"There's no way. He keeps calling me kid."

"Okay, maybe you are." Before I could have my rebuttal, Tyler walked in, a pair of sweatpants in hand.

"Maybe you're what?" He asked, throwing the pants on my lap.

"Nothing," Jamie answered, a shit-eating grin taking over his face.

"You guys are fucking weird."

~

For our second year anniversary, I decided to surprise Princeton. He had been extremely busy with work and I had a feeling that he would forget. I went shopping for a new dress, picked up our favourite take out and made my way to his apartment. When I finally arrived, I smoothed out my dress before getting to the door. I grabbed the key from under the mat and walked in.

"Princeton?" I called, not seeing him anywhere. "Prince?"

I set the food down onto the island and walked over to the couch, sitting on the couch. As I grabbed my phone to text him, I heard something from further into the apartment. I slowly walked down the hall and started hearing some more questionable sounds. Everything broke when I heard another woman moaning Princeton's name. Just like that, I froze. I finally came back to when I heard footsteps in the bedroom. I ran back to the front door and back to my car. I was able to drive away and got to a park before I broke down. I grabbed my phone and quickly called Tyler, not thinking straight at that point.

"Hello?" He yelled, some loud music in the background of his call.

"Ty." I squeaked out, hoping I would be able to keep it together.

"Hey, kid. You okay?"

"Yeah. I just, it's been a long day." I wiped away some tears, laying back in my seat remembering that conversation we had when I first told Tyler of Princeton. "Are you busy? I should let you go. I'm sorry."

"I have a few people over but we're not doing anything crazy. Do you want me to come over?"

"No, it's okay. I uh, I um." I started, feeling my throat starting to close up. "I'll talk to you tomorrow," I whispered, hanging up quickly.

Throwing my phone onto the seat next to me, I covered my face with my hands and just let it out. I was able to recover fairly quickly and safely made it home. I ripped off my dress, took off my makeup and put on some sweats and a t-shirt, falling back on my couch. I laid there for a while before feeling the hunger taking over. I got up to grab the takeout I got but quickly realized I had left it at Princeton's place. Shaking my head, I ordered something else and returned to the couch. About 20 minutes later, there was a knock on the door. I got up and opened the door to see Tyler standing there with a grocery bag in hand.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, shocked to see him.

"You said you had a long day so I brought some of your favourite food. Can I come in?"

"Uh yeah," I said, taking a step aside. "I uh, ordered some food in. There should be enough if you want some."

"Sounds good." He smiled, pulling me back to the living room. "So, you want to watch a movie?"

"Ty..."

"Nope. We're not going there. We're going to have a relaxing night tonight." He placed his hand on my knee, squeezing it slightly. "We could watch the Hurricanes game? We play them next."

"Sure"

"Okay. Here." He said, passing me some chips from the grocery bag. He grabbed the remote and put the game on. He put the remote back on the coffee table and laid back. Only a few minutes later, there was another knock on the door. "I got it."

"My cards on the table," I called, leaning back to watch him.

He came back and passed me my dinner. We both ate in silence, the game on in the background. When we finished, I threw everything out and sat back next to Tyler. As the night went on I got closer and closer to him, finally laying my head on his shoulder. Before the third period even started, I had fallen asleep.

When I woke up the next morning, I found myself wrapped in Tyler's arms. I slipped out of his hold and made my way to the kitchen. I made both Tyler and me some coffee and went back to the living room to see Tyler finally sitting up.

"Morning." I smiled, passing him a mug.

"Good morning. How did you sleep?"

"Pretty good. How about you?"

"Really well. Probably the best sleep I've had in a while." He laughed, hiding a smile behind his mug.

"Do you want some breakfast?" I asked, going to get up. Before I could, Tyler grabbed my wrist, pulling me back.

"Before that, do you want to talk about last night?"

"Yeah, sure." I sighed, getting comfortable.

"Y/N, you called me crying. I know you and I also know what last night was. What happened?"

"Ty, I'm not doing this," I whispered, getting up.

"What do you mean?"

"You um, you told me not to come to you when it all went wrong so..."

"Oh, kid." He sighed, pulling me into his chest. I took a breath but quickly fell apart. We sat there for a while, Tyler rubbing my back as I cried.

"I'm sorry Ty."

"Don't apologize. I'm sure it's not your fault."

"I don't know. Maybe it is?" I said, sitting up and wiping the tears from my eyes.

"Oh, kid. He didn't." He sighed, pulling me into his chest again. "I'm gonna kill him."

"Ty."

"I'm not actually going to do it." He laughed, rubbing my back again. I started laughing as well but stopped when I heard my phone ring. "Is that him?"

"I think so." I sighed, picking my phone up from the coffee table. I checked the name before showing it to Tyler.

"Are you going to answer it?"

"I'm going to have to. I didn't last night so I have to break up with him somehow."

"Do you want me to stay here?" I nodded before picking up the phone and putting it on speaker.

"Hello?"

"Hey, babe. Did you bring some takeout to my place last night?" He asked a little bit of guilt in his voice.

"Uh yeah. I just assumed you were working last night so I thought I'd bring you some dinner." I said, feeling the anger bubbling in my body.

"That's so kind of you. Yeah, I was super busy last night. You should have come to see me, hun. I was just in my office."

"Huh. I thought I heard you in your bedroom. It sounded like you had company so I just left the food there for you."

"Oh."

"Yeah. What were you doing in there?" I asked looking up at Tyler, wondering how Princeton was going to try and dig himself out of this.

"My buddy recommended a tv show so I was checking it out..." He slowly said, not believing his own story.

"How long?"

"What?" He whispered out.

"How long have you been cheating on me?" I whispered, feeling Tyler grab my hand.

"Baby. Come on..."

"Princeton. I deserve to know."

"A year." He choked out, taking my breath away.

"Okay. Um, have a good life Princeton." I looked up at Tyler and hung up. "I can't, I."

"C'mere kid." He said, pulling me onto his lap. I spent the next almost 10 minutes bawling my eyes out. Eventually, I was out of tears and was drained of energy.

"I should have listened to you," I whispered, slipping my sleeves over my hands.

"Oh, kid. You know I don't like any of the people you date. Even the good ones. There's no way you could have known."

"But I should have," I said, sitting up. "Ty?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you like me?"

"Of course I like you. More than Jamie, you know that."

"Tyler..." I whispered, placing my hand on his arm.

"Kid..."

"You do." I smiled, looking down for a minute. "That's why you never like anyone I date."

"Kid, you just found out your boyfriend was cheating on you for a year."

"And I know I'm in no shape to start a new relationship but if I was going to, it'd be you."

"What?" He choked out, wide-eyed.

"Ty, you have always been there for me. You were a much better boyfriend than Princeton could have ever been. You were with me on both of my anniversaries."

"So you would go out on a date with me if I asked?"

"In a heartbeat. I just need some time."

"Of course. I can wait." He smiled, grabbing my hand. "Oh, by the way. Can I get you saying you should listen to me in writing? Or I could record it."

"Shut up."

"Anything for you kid."

[cactus-stories]

SFW Alphabet Headcanons for Mammon :D

I used this Alphabet List made by @heauxzenji, thanks for the list, it is really nice!

Mammon is one of my favourite brothers, right next to Satan, and I can't say how much I enjoy headcanons about him, I hope you guys like it!

TW: none

A is for Adventure: something they haven’t done but have always wanted to

Definitely rob a bank. I mean, he has tried to, multiple times, but Lucifer has always maanged to stop him before he could do any damage. MC is complaining about not having enough money to buy something and jokingly says "we could always rob the nearest bank". He looks at them, mesmerized, blue eyes shining with expectation, until they explain it is just a joke...

B is for Butterflies: How they act when they’re nervous

Trembles a lot, his voice gets more squeaky and he's looking around for ways to escape. Really fast when running from people and will literally jump out of a window instead of facing Lucifer.

C is for Crush: what is it like when they have a crush? How do they know/act?

Acts like he doesn't care about them, but it's painfully obvious by how flushed he gets and how much he's stuttering. Would try to spend more time with them, using all the excuses in the book instead of just being honest.

D is for Date: describe an ideal date for them

Honestly, a simple day with them, maybe watching a movie or playing games. Snacks next to them and a bunch of blankets and pillows lying around.

E is for Essential: what is one thing they could NEVER go without

Apart from Goldie, I think it's lip balm. Boy's a model, he can't be caught with chapped lips. Most people don't notice it, so when MC starts giving him random lip balm flavours as gifts he treats them like the best thing ever, and make a fuss out of using it in front of them as much as he can (don't tease him tho, or he'll get a bit sad and probably stop it).

F is for Favorite: a favorite anything- food, place, smell, book, etc.

Apart from money, his second favourite thing is his crows. He finds them really cute, and always keeps the gifts they give him. He taught them how to swear and used to have them steal Lucifer's expensive pens before the older brother found out about it.

G is for Giggle: how they laugh/what makes them laugh

He has a really cute and high pitched laugh, and is absolutely not embarassed about it. Boy laughs at everything, can't keep a straight face to save his life, which ends up getting him in trouble with Lucifer often.

H is for Holding Hands: Do they like holding hands? Are their hands warm or cold? Pinky promises?

His hands are really warm, if he notices MC's hands are even slightly cold, he'll wrap his around them quickly, trying to help out. He loves holding hands while linking arms, keeping them as close as possible. Doesn't really do pinky promises, but that's mostly because he trusts them and doesn't need the affirmation as much.

I is for Inside Joke: something they do that everyone thinks is funny but they don’t understand

All of his brothers compare him to his crows because of the amount of times he runs his hands through his hair. They joke about him preening himself and very rarely caw around him.

J is for Jinx: Are they Superstitious?

Not really, he knows the risks of cursed objects and wrongly casted spells, but there's almost always a logical explanation in some book in Satan's room, so he's okay with it.

K is for Kiss: how do they kiss?

Lots of small pecks on their face before going for a longer kiss on their lips.

L is for Love Languge: what is their love language? How do they give and how would they like to receive love?

Definitely gives love via gifts, he can be pretty stingy with his money, so if he buys you something it's a clear sign that you mean a lot to him. Loves physical touch, run your hands through his hair or hug him from behind and he'll melt happily in your arms.

M is for Meant to be: how/when they know someone is “the one”

If he notices their compliments are genuine. Many people use him for his status, ãnd he's used to being offended and used as a punching bag, so genuine compliments are a breath of fresh air, and automatically makes you go up on his personal ranking.

N is for Nickname: a nickname they would have or their favorite thing to be called

Would absolutely use Treasure as a nickname, or Sunshine. He loves being called Pretty Boy, Good Boy, and Handsome.

O is for Organization: are they clean or messy?

Have you seen his room lmao?? Messy bitch and you know it, but he can always find everything he needs in his mess.

P is for Pet Peeve: What’s something they absolutely CAN’T stand?

Anyone making fun of Levi. He knows his brother is very insecure and as much as HE goofs around and makes fun of him, no one else is allowed to >:(

Q is for Quiet: What do they do for peace of mind

When he's stressed out and needs to take a break he plays Solitaire by himself. After MC moves in with them, he goes to their room and jumps onto their bed, watching them study or play games in silence.

R is for Rainy Day: Do they like rain? What about storms? How would they spend a rainy day?

Enjoys rain, hates thunder. Spends rainy days playing games inside, or wrapped in blankets, protecting himself from the loud noise with some loud cancelling headphones Levi lends to him.

S is for Soft: Describe their softest feature

Man is absurdly kind, helps anyone he notices struggling, and will hate it when it gets mentioned. Enjoys just knowing he did a good thing, and always ends up in a good mood afterwards.

T is for Telephone: are they a talker or a texter? How often do they use their phone?

Both, loves spamming people with texts if they don't answer right away. Could spend the entire day on the phone if it's with someone he likes. Alternatively, if it's someone he doesn't like, you can expect one worded messages and call being ignored constantly. He is more used to ignoring problems than confronting them.

U is for Unique: a random quirk they have

Really good with Math and numbers in general. His voice is surprisingly soothing, which surprises MC, considering how much they hear him screaming. It's really easy to fall asleep hearing him speak about something.

V is for Valentine: Are they the type to celebrate or not?

Absolutely, he'd be shy about it, but at the same time would want to do something big. Baby is conflicted.

W is for Wholesome: something extremely pure about them that makes you just *uwu*

How easily he blushes. He could just brush his hand against MC's and is already red all the way to his chest.

X is for Xenia: How they would entertain a guest/show hospitality

Probably the one that gives guests the tour of the entire place, offering snacks and making lighthearted jokes.

Y is for Youth: A fond childhood memory they have

Playing hide and seek with his little brothers in the Celestial Realm.

Z is for Zzz: Sleep habits. Do they cuddle in their sleep? Talk? What do they dream about?

Absolute cuddler, doesn't really talk or snore much. He sleeps naked or with underwear. Usually his dreams are about random everyday stuff, but sometimes he has nightmares about the Celestial War and hurting his loved ones because of his sin.

[hooterhorror]

Taking this opportunity to get more Lost Boys content hehe

If I can, can I please get some headcanons of David and Paul (separate) dating a Frog! Reader?? Like they've never mentioned that they're related to the lil vampire hunters and the boys find out?? I love stuff like this sbsjsn

HI ANTHONY LMFAOOOO

I was honestly looking really forward to writing this!!! also pls keep in mind I have yet to rewatch the movie, so I hope they're as in character possible! I'll still use the headcanons and interpretations I've come up with <33

enjoy!!!

Paul and David with a Frog!s/o

format: headcanons

warnings: it's almost 6am as I start (once again) and I won't fully proofread!

David.

I have a love hate relationship with this man. His devotion is obvious, but just as much as his need to be in control and get what he wants. So when he set eyes on you, he decided he had to have you.

David definitely has game though. He'll smooth talk you anytime he "runs into you" on the docks, even drive by on his bike and rev it up to try and get your attention for longer than a few seconds-

he's smitten, but he won't admit it. He doesn't like vulnerability

Something sparks between you two. You finally give him the time of day and hold a little conversation with him, then he takes you for a joy ride under the full moon <3

it was romantic in a way. Even with all his friends riding along and whooping and hollering behind the two of y'all.

It's probably difficult getting involved with David, especially with your little brothers.

they swear there's something off about him and his friends, and cite their comic books as evidence and complain when you go on yet another date with him- but your parents are quick to hush them up and wish you well. They're far too tired to deal with the "vampire hunter" shenanigans the two have going on.

And it's great. Despite David being an obvious pain in the side, him pestering you earns him some more time with you.

You never thought to tell him about your family. Why would it matter? David says he doesn't have any around, so you figured that you wouldn't have to introduce yours-

Your brothers adamancy on David's nature unfortunately did lead to them sneaking out and hunting you both down. It's we'll past midnight when they find you on the beach with David, relaxing and watching the sky as you chat.

It's a mess soon after. Edgar and Alan had attempted to attack David to protect their older sibling, and instead end up on their asses on the beach and getting lectured by you.

David is upset of course. He was caught off guard and that's really uncool!

he brushes himself off. Doesn't say a word even as you try to continuously diffuse the situation.

They did just try to drive a makeshift stake through his back- who wouldn't be upset and unnerved?

"So you're telling me... You're related to those little thorns in my side? Am I getting that right?"

Obviously they've caused more than enough trouble for tonight, so you apologize and take them home. This time they stay in bed, more than happy to avoid another long-winded yelling spew from you about "don't kill my sorts boyfriend!"

don't worry. It won't be long til you hear a familiar bike revving up outside your house

David will welcome you with open arms (and some surprise) when you race our the door to apologize again, all whilst hugging him

"Hey, less apologizing and more "getting on the bike" alright? I've got something nice planned for us."

You'll end up wrapped in David's leather jacket and cozying up to his side as his pals shout and mess around with each other somewhere nearby.

Yes. David is a vampire. Full 'blooded'. But now he really can't let you know that... Not yet anyways.

He has some stuff to take care of first

Paul.

Oh where to start with this beautiful man...

A real charmer this one. Marko had egged him on to ask you out or get your number when the gang had spotted you and immediately noticed Paul's instant liking to you

Paul is many things, but he ain't shy. That's for damn sure.

So he saunters up to where you're sat and introduces himself. He's Paul, what about you? Oh what a stunning name! Wanna go out? Get some food?

Unfortunately for him you've already ate by then. He visibly deflates until you offer to go out the next night.

One harmless date leads to another. And another. You don't know what this man has done, but he has you entranced. He's trapped you and you're not getting free anytime soon.

Well... the attention is nice... maybe you don't want to get free anytime soon?

After a month or so, you boldly offer to have him over at your place. Obviously you're quick to tell him that you just want some company as you watch your brothers. Your parents wanted to go out.

Honestly you were surprised the burned out couple made it out of bed

He's hesitant. Surprising coming from him, you'd think he'd be quick to jump on the idea. He agrees eventually, on the condition that you order some food and let him pick the movies y'all watch.

The date didn't go as planned needless to say. It started off fine! Then your brothers inserted themselves into your business and decided to join you and Paul for dinner.

Paul entertains them for a little while, teasing them and laughing when you tell him to knock it off.

But you don't miss how he clearly bristled when the two of them entered the room. Maybe he just didn't like kids....

That idea seemed ridiculous so you didn't let it bother you. You had to make sure Edgar and Allen didn't do anything stupid.

And oh did they.

The second you and Paul turned your backs, they had poured garlic powder into his food.

They stared at him as he took a bite of his now contaminated food. Soon enough he was coughing and his face was red. He wasn't choking, just having a very bad allergic reaction.

he stumbles into the bathroom where he washes his face, hands, and arms. Even his neck. And in the kitchen you raise hell, telling them about his garlic allergy and how much they had literally fucked up-

The three of you only snapped out of the argument when Paul slammed the front door and was off into the night.

you were distraught. Your parents were upset at both you and your brothers. You for having a boyfriend over that they never met, and them for almost killing the guy!

You can't keep Paul away though. No, that's not how that works. You'll see him around. You don't know it, but he's keeping an eye on you.

But you'll have to seek him out to apologize and ask if he's alright. David is shocked by the absolute gall you have to be walking up to the gang when your brothers just almost KILLED PAUL.

You don't know the truth, and that's the only thing keeping you alive. And in Paul's arms, of course.

He'll forgive you. It wasn't your fault anyway technically.

"I'm never going near those hell spawns though."

yeah who can blame him....

Paul is a sucker for attention. He'll ultra super forgive you if you shower him in your affection after that fiasco, ensuring he knows how sorry you are and how worried you had been-

Will kiss you in front of the gang. Marko will heave and then make fun of you both.

Then high five Paul when you're not looking, ofc.

and yeah, there's no denying. David is pissed.

[hanazou]

matching onesies with him.

Books : Dazai | Chuuya | Oda

Shelf : Mixed

Genre : Fluff, domestic

Note : I did this of my own accord because I am, in fact, a softie

Dazai Osamu

This clingy crackhead.

Dazai will be the first to come up with the idea. It's actually a random one and he asked it so spontaneously, he doesn't expect you to actually say yes.

"Sure, why not?" You agreed.

He's both surprised and elated, and he didn't hide this reaction at all.

"Oh, darling!" He wrapped a hug around your neck. "You always revive my heart with your love!"

You both will be enthusiastic about picking the onesies and agree to surf the net instead of looking from shop to shop since Dazai is under the supervision of a certain angry Kunikida

It almost feels like babysitting. Not that you hate it right? Should you get an identical pair with different sizes? Or complementary ones?

Dazai will call the customer service to ask if they have black crow onesies since crows represent death in some cultures. The response is obviously no and it's obvious that the customer service was confused.

"That's a shame," Dazai whined disappointedly, shoulders dropping. "Wouldn't it be both cute and poetic if we had a double suicide while wearing matching crow onesie? Two achievements in one!"

At that point you wouldn't even be surprised anymore. You will just take the phone away from him to apologise and thank the customer service. You have to convince Dazai that you won't find a onesie of that kind

"Wait, don't tell me," You stared at him. "The reason you want to get onesies is just to wear a matching crow pair?"

"Is it?" He grinned mischievously. "Maybe you're right, maybe you're wrong, but I just want to match with you."

Other ADA members will wonder what you and Dazai were doing, Kunikida the most. He isn't exactly curious, more like suspicious. What's that good-for-nothing Dazai up to now?

Eventually you find a pair of identical ones. Kind of rare designs too! Guess what?

Crabs! In red! The little eyes on the hood!

It will take less than a week for the onesies to arrive in a small box. When it does Dazai will pull out a cutter so energetically Atsushi will think he's going to pull a suicide attempt with it

"AAH! Dazai-san! No!"

Nothing will happen aside from Dazai stabbing the box (while making sure he doesn't cut the onesies inside. he's good with blades, ex Port Mafia and all)

The crab pincers for your hands are soft like mittens and so smooth???? Imagine sweaterpaws but with crab pincer mittens (!!)

It will take everything in you to stop Dazai from wearing it that instant since a client Fukuzawa talked about will be coming. You will need Atsushi's help to take it off him but let's not talk about it

Both of Dazai's legs are already in the onesie too..

It seems like Kyouka wants one. Yosano and Naomi will tell Atsushi to buy the girl one and match with her

When Dazai and you go home together, he will be so excited to wear the onesies immediately. Dazai will be light on his feet.

And when you finally put yours on? Pictures. Dazai will take lots of pictures of you. You're a piece of art and he wants pictures so he can recall the image anytime

"Oh, dearest~ How is it possible for you to be so cute?" He began his dramatic poses, a hand over his head while spinning like a ballet dancer.

You both will take a lot of couple pictures.

"Love, you are so adorable I want to eat you!"

"Is it me who's cute or the crab?" You teased back.

When Dazai makes a troubled expression to answer your question, you will have to pinch him 💢

If you can cook crab soup, wouldn't it be funny to make and eat one with Dazai while wearing crab onesies? He will be so clingy when you do it, like an old school married couple; when you cook, he'll be bugging you while hugging from behind. It feels cozy, don't blame him

You have to be keen with your eyes so you won't miss Dazai secretly pouring ajinomoto to the soup. Get him a healthier diet, I'm begging you.

"Look, the crab is red like us." He pointed at the soup. "And like your face when I do this." He took advantage of you turning your head to peck your cheek.

He will also pinch your nose with his pincer mitten. "Boop!" It's a challenge. Boop his nose back.

You think he's already as clingy as he can be, huh? Wrong. You are absolutely wrong. If he previously sticks around you like a magnet, this time he's glued to you.

Even in the shared living space, he won't let you go. Is it the softness of the onesie under his touch, the warmth, or your cuteness? Well, it's all of them. What then?

Snuggles.

You both cuddle together in the futon until falling asleep together. You feel twice as warm.

He's the big spoon, let him feel the smoothness of the onesie while feeling your heat. And for once, the double suicide joke stopped for the rest of day. That's how much this impacts him, and you're proud of him.

Nakahara Chuuya

Matching with Chuuhuahua in a onesie? You lucky fella.

You have to be the one initiating it with Chuuya. Baby boy will be like "Eeh?" at first. He's not against it at all but more like, confused. The request is out of the blue

"Come on, why not?" You tilt your head. "It will feel so soft to cuddle with?"

That's it, that's the spell for him to agree

Mans is a Port Mafia executive, you can't go out from shop to shop in a mall to get your onesie with his schedule, so you have to settle with online shopping with this guy too

Only when he has time to spare from beating up people

You will sit together on a couch at the headquarters once Chuuya and you don't have missions. It's a good chance to relax and unwind together too

Chuuya knows best where to find clothes, including onesies. There are so many options! Dinosaurs, frogs, bears, Sanrio characters, Doraemon, Pikachu, Line characters, pandas, unicorns, penguins!! (I should stop fantasizing Chuuya in each of them)

Chuuya will act cool and chill about it at first, but he actually got invested in choosing and thankfully he isn't a crackhead unlike a certain someone

He has a good fashion sense I don't accept criticism, and this side of him will jump out while both of you scroll the catalogue. He nails both street wear and mafia outfits daily, so you can bet he'd pick the best onesies for you both

"This one doesn't suit you," He moved to the next option. "These are the only colours available? Pass.", "What's with the unnecessarily long tail?", "Oh maybe this? Wait, I don't like the stripes."

Of course, he will listen to your opinion too but since you feel he's better at this, you just either nod or shake your head with him

You have to be careful with your words when picking the size (this is much more valid if you're taller) or he'll go "I'm not that short!"

Kouyou and Mori (+ Elise) will catch you both on the couch together while browsing, comfy and all, and Kouyou asked what you two were doing. Chuuya's face will be as red as wine.

When you want to explain, his gloved hand will cover your mouth and he frantically shakes his head, screaming "Don't!" silently.

But alas, while you want to tell him there's nothing to be embarrassed of, Kouyou will take the phone from your hand with a curious grin and a "What's this~?"

Chuuya will just accept fate at that point, growling to himself and all

Kouyou and Mori won't expect to see a catalogue of onesies, apparently. The "Huh," on their faces are hilarious, and Mori will be instantly inspired to get a full set for his Elise-chan, much to her distaste.

While Mori and Elise are going at it, Kouyou will actually share her opinions. Chuuya will crawl out from his burrow of embarrassment and listen to her with you.

"Rather than identical ones, these would be much better. They have variety." Kouyou said. And you both will agree. You both have been eyeing a specific pair anyway

You both will decide to get complementary ones! Chuuya's will be a brown teddy and yours a white bunny! (Try googling Line's Brown and Cony, they're cute you won't regret it) Kouyou will totally agree with the decision.

When the package arrives, both of you will open it together. Chuuya's eyes for clothes are never wrong, the quality is immaculate. So warm and smooth, not a seam out of place.

Imagine the blush on Chuuya's face when you put on the white bunny onesie. The bunny ears on the hood! The fluffiness! His flustered face!

He will be slightly hesitant to put his own on, but when he does, you swear you can die from the cuteness. Want to see more cuteness? Tease him about it, and maybe he'll tickle you down until you're too breathless to tease him.

Chuuya doesn't want to say it explicitly but it does feel really comfortable, it's suitable for winters too.

As usual, Chuuya will be the big spoon. You will melt into his warmth and the smoothness of his onesie, and you can tell he's enjoying it too, from the way he'll drag his hand all over you to feel the smooth fabric

"It's a good thing we listened to ane-san's suggestion, hm?" You asked. "I didn't exactly like the matching penguin pairs."

"Yeah, this isn't bad at all." Chuuya admitted, snuggling his chin into the crook of your neck. "You're so warm."

Oda Sakunosuke

First off I'm Odasaku's lover before I'm anything else.

When the weather gets cold, it's your idea to get onesies for the kids. They could use some cute onesies to sleep in.

Unlike Dazai and Chuuya, Odasaku will have time to spare to go shopping with you. Being the handyman of Port Mafia has its good sides, after all.

The atmosphere is identical to a date! You both meet up at evening after work, have a simple dinner first, then start the shopping. Shopping for the kids' onesies with him makes you feel like a parent doesn't it?

Odasaku and you will make sure not to pick flimsy, thin, or rough ones. Only the best for the kids. Both of you put your keen eyes to use, examining every considered piece

Odasaku and you will definitely discuss whether to get five identical or different ones. After considering that the kids have different personalities, choosing different pieces will sound more ideal. You both will grant them the liberty of picking themselves.

"We just have to make sure they don't fight over it." Odasaku said.

Lion, dinosaur, piglet, panda, and penguin. That's what you both will choose!

Odasaku is a man who doesn't wear his emotions on his sleeves, so you relied on his eyes when it comes to him. You will see love and sincerity. He picks each piece with careful consideration.

The store clerk will throw an unexpected (yet clichéd shoujo) question at you both. "You picked such good choices. We have sets for adults too, why not match with your children?"

Odasaku and you will widen your eyes. First of all, parents? And match? Both of you stare at each other in confusion. Should you get two get a pair for yourselves?

"Why not?" Odasaku eventually said.

Odasaku's will be a brown dog and yours a white cat (remember that one official art of Odasaku with puppy ears? <3)

Odasaku and you will immediately visit the kids and give them their onesies. Their excitement in picking one for their own made you smile, and you can see the joy in Odasaku's eyes when the kids thanked him and you. He doesn't smile, but you don't need him to just to know he's glad his children love your pick. The way he pats their heads already speaks volumes of love.

Thankfully no kid wrestled to get what they want. You were especially concerned Kousuke will compete with someone

Odasaku will bring a secondhand polaroid he once bought at Yokohama's flea market to take pictures of the kids. You will herd the children to gather for the picture while Odasaku looked for the right angle in the other side of the room.

"Why don't you stay there for the picture too?" Odasaku asked you, half of his face behind the camera.

You kneel behind the kids and put your hands on Sakura and Yuu's shoulders, the ones who stood on the far left and right. That much is enough to warm Odasaku's heart, but when you too, smile for the camera, he freezes for a while to take the sight with his eyes

The picture comes out nicely. You will end up convincing Odasaku to take more but with him in it, together, all seven of you. You would need the curry diner owner's help to take the picture

"Sakunosuke, smile, will you?" You held his shoulder while you both kneeled behind the kids for the picture. He would be a little stunned

He smiles, but it was faint. Nevertheless, you recognise the content in his eyes in the photo, and it's enough.

When it's just the two of you in the living quarters, you will have to remind Odasaku that he too, bought a onesie. He will gladly put it on him since you look so eager, he's curious how it feels too

Your heart stops when he put on the hood with the puppy ears. You will have to fight back the urge to attack him with cuddles right there and then when his confused and innocent face matches the onesie so much!

"You're adorable," You smiled half teasingly, taking in the look of confused Odasaku who looked down at his onesie. The weight of the material felt right, it's like a cozy blanket.

"Try to put yours on," He says. When you did, his heart also missed a beat. The kitten ears on your head! The pure snowy white on you!

Odasaku is a bear hugger and when he hugs you, his embrace will feel tighter than usual. It's no surprise, he likes you and cats, and the way you interacted with the kids that day played tricks on his heart. You hug him back and ruffle his head while he mumbles his thank-you's at you

That night's sleep will be filled with nothing but cuddles of love and adoration. Yes, Odasaku is the big spoon, but you will also hold his arms tighter around you as you both drift into the night, chatting about life.

[catzula]

of red things like an earphone or a thread

Synopsis: you meet a little boy who lost his big brother's earphone, crying because he's sure his brother will get mad. You decide to look for it together, not expecting to find something- or rather someone else instead of the red earphone, although tied with a red string.

Pairing: Iwaizumi x fem!reader

Honorable mentions: soulmate au, female reader, cursing once or twice, children, 1.8k words, fluff, (K/N) stands for kid name lol

One last wave at your friend and you stepped out of the warm cafe to the cold, rainy winter afternoon. 

The wet wind hit you square in the face as the glass door closed behind you, and you knew you were going to get wet. You already knew it was going to rain that morning when you left your house, but you were too lazy to take your shoes off and get your umbrella. I'm not afraid of getting a little wet." You had thought to yourself like an idiot. Though it was true. You weren't afraid of getting wet under the rain, not, however, a big fan of walking through a goddamn storm. 

You sighed, knowing it was your fault, and you were glad you had at least thought of wearing your good old ski jacket. Closing the hood of your jacket over your head, you wore your earphones and started walking. 

~~~

cold, cold, cold, cold

Only halfway through walking, the cold was all that was on your mind. You didn't even have money on you since you had forgotten your wallet back at the cafe (your friend had texted you they had it and would give it to you the next day), so you couldn't even ride a taxi for the rest of the long walk.

Hopping over puddles of water and mud, you were practically sprinting your way back home, not stopping for any obstacle and wanting to go home as soon as you could. 

Float like a Cadillac, sting like a Beemer, you thought to yourself, laughing when the image of Lightning Mcqueen came to your mind. I won't stop until I reach home, not even if Jesus himself stood before me- 

You stopped just as the thought crossed your mind, eyes focusing on the small body kneeling in front of a wall, face hidden behind short, chubby fingers, and body shaking with soft sobs. 

Your brows furrowed in concern when you noticed the kid had nothing but a shirt on, the shirt already wet and sticking to his body. "H-hey," you turned to the kid, afraid of scaring him into thinking you were a murderer. You got a little closer to the boy, also kneeling when he seemed not to have heard you, still sobbing into his hands. 

"Hello?" You touched his freezing arm as softly as you could, pulling it back whenthe boy flinched, abruptly springing to his feet. You watched him as he wrapped his arm around himself, lips near purple and lashes wet with tears and the pouring rain. He couldn't be more than seven, you found yourself thinking as you stared into his oddly familiar olive-green eyes. You felt your heart stopping as the wide eyes stared back at you, reminding you of someone you dearly longed for and missed. You could swear you had seen that harsh gaze and the way he tilted his chin up with pride before, so familiar, yet strange.

"Excuse me," he muttered between chattering teeth, wiping the tears off his face, even though newer ones filled their places nonstop. "Did you- did you see a red earphone coming here?"

"A red earphone?" You repeated, and he shook his head violently. "Yes! Did you see it?" 

You bit your lip as you tried to remember if something like that had caught your eye, watching a new wave of sobs engrave him when you shook your head no apologetically. 

"I'm sorry," you muttered. "Did you lost it? Is that why you're- well, here?" The little boy wiped his tears with the back of his hand, nodding, still looking back at you with those green eyes, now even brighter with tears. 

"Okay, okay, look, first calm down a little, aren't you cold?" You asked as you started unzipping your jacket and shook it off your shoulders. You smiled at him when he didn't answer your obvious question, averting his gaze with a proud, stern look.

He took the jacket without contest, watching his hands as you dressed it over him. Wind howling in your ears, you were left only with a sweatshirt, a wave of shiver running throughyou when the wind howled even louder, the rain already wetting your heair and making it heavier. A curt nod was the boy's thanks, faintly smiling when you gave him a reassuring one. 

"Let's take you home, okay? You'll catch a cold if you stay out in this cold when you're wet." Your words had seemed to take a wrong affect on him, since he quickly pulled himself away from you with a new round of tears gathering in the corners of his eyes.

"No, no- I can't!"

"It's okay, you can buy a new one and-"

"No, please- my brother will be so angry if he learns I lost it, I can't go home!" The little boy started to unzip your jacket off him with panic clouding his mind when he thought just how mad his brother was going to be. He could already vision the furious look when his brother figured it, swearing he would never lend him anything again. 

"Hey- hey, stop," you caught his cold hands between yours before he could shake off the jacket. "Okay, we won't go home, but let's look for it together, all right?" You offered, trying to bargain with him and stay with him until you could convince him to go home. 

"Okay." He agreed, eyeing you with soft suspicion but still walking beside you as you started to walk the way back.

After what felt like a whole day but was only an hour later, you had noticed just how many red things one could find if they looked around. 

Even if you averted your eyes to your hands, there it was, a bright red thread hanging from your finger. But this was the day you had come to hate the many- many red things that littered the surface since each time you saw a glimpse, and it was never the red earphone (K/N) was looking for and made him cry even more. 

You didn't have it in you to tell him even if you did find the earphone, no way it would work since it was raining nonstop for hours now, either. So you swallowed your sense of cold and went on looking with the boy, telling him funny stories, listening more from him. 

You had no idea why your heart missed a beat each time he spoke of his older brother -how old are you, miss? Woah, really? Then my brother is only e year older than you!- how you found your tummy hurting with how hard you were laughing as he kept telling you a funny thing that happened to his brother and his best friend. 

"He seems like a- well, nice guy." You muttered as you threw the red bottle cap you spotted on the ground to the trashcan. "He is!" The boy answered with sparkles in his green eyes, "my brother is the best!"

"That's nice." You smiled, chuckling when he went on. "He is the strongest, the coolest, smartest guy ever!"

"He does sound really cool. But also seems like he has some anger issues." You muttered as a joke, not expecting him to frown immediately. "He will be furious with me." He bit his lip, your eyes widening when you noticed the tears in the corner of his eyes. 

"Hey, no- I'm sure he'll understand!" You tried to reassure him. "Your brother sounds way cooler to get angry about a red earphone." You smiled, patting his head, laughing when he sniffed. "Really? You think so?"

You thought you were reassuring him. A white lie was all it was, but then, why did it feel so real? Why did it feel like the truth, despite not even knowing who the said guy was?

You hummed. "I'm pretty sure." 

"Okay then, I think we should go home." You smiled, nodding and letting him lead you as he pulled your thread-free hand.

"We're here." He sighed, meddling with his fingers as he stared at his house door. "Can yku, maybe stay with me as I tell him?"

You had opened your mouth to answer before a loud call of the little boy's name made you both jump in your places. You turned around to see where the stomping sound came from, eyes meeting the tall figure running his way to you. 

"Th- that's my brother." The boy gulped, and you did the same as you watched the also wet boy coming towards you.

You quickly noticed his eyes weren't on you but the little boy standing next to you, and you bit back the urge to hide the boy behind you from his seemingly furious brother.

"Where were you?!" He shouted, his big hands running over the small face and body to check if he was injured or not, pulling the boy into a tight hug as the man took deep breathes of relief. "I was so worried- so worried, you hear me? I've been looking for you for hours!" The tall man spoke into the hug. "What were you thinking, disappearing like that?"

"I- I didn't mean to worry you." (K/N) whispered to his brother's hair, hugging him even tighter, burying his face to hide his tears. "I was- with this lady... she was helping me."

You felt your heart skipping a beat when he mentioned you, making his brother break the hug and look at you instead. "Helping you? Helping you with wha-" You watched his eyes widened as he finally got the chance to look at you, and you knew he was the owner of the green eyes your heart seemed to long for. 

"Y-you-" he stammered, chest rising and falling as if he had just run a marathon, but you weren't any better. You could feel your face, your whole body heating up, the thought of hypothermia you just had in your mind a few minutes ago now turning into cursing the global warming.

You watched him as his green eyes wandered down to your hand that stood awkwardly next to you, following the red thread hanging from your pinky to his.

Never in your life had you seen the end of the string, you smiled at the thought. It would always blend in with the world, disappearing into the void, and you had tried to follow it to the end countless times, too eager to find your soulmate, to see where it tied your fate to, failing each time. 

But now, you felt your hands shaking with the overwhelming sense of being able to follow it to the end, the end where it was only a few meters away from you, where it tied to the large hand that reached at yours without even thinking.

It felt warm and safe as you touched his hand, both of you smiling uncontrollably.

"You look cold." He spoke the first time to you, but it felt like you had been together forever, like you knew him as well as you did yourself, not feeling the slightest bit of awkwardness.

"I am cold." You giggled, and you could see how it only then occurred to him that your jacket was hanging on his little brother's shoulders, and you stood there wet and shaking with only but a sweatshirt. The green eyes you would find yourself admiring from then on widened with concern, quickly shrugging his jacket off and wrapping you with it.

"Here, wear this." He muttered as he zipped it as far as he could, making you both giggle. 

Maybe it was an odd day to meet your soulmate, you thought, probably not the best, too, since both of you were wet from head to toe, hair sticking to your face, shivering from the cold, and probably a mess (and sick the next day). But however it was, you wouldn't change it for the world.

~~~

You got a red earphone next year in secret santa.

Hajime got a red earphone next year in secret santa, too.

A/n: if you made it this far, thank you for reading! Here's a lil ❤ for u. Funny thing, this red earphone thing is real lol, it happened to me a few days ago!! But it didn't end with me finding iwa, no no, we couldn't find neither iwa nor the boys red earphones and I dropped him back to his home.

[fayeimara]

Meant To Be Series || One For Every Billion

1. Operation: Meet Shiratorizawa

*Both written and SMAU parts this epsiode*

You hear the familiar sound as you open the door and look inside the gym. The Shiratorizawa campus is definitely impressive but nothing feels more familiar than walking into a strange gym filled with mostly strangers. Back home or a world away, volleyball is the same, perfect sport.

"Y/nnnnnn!"

You're smiling wide before you even lock eyes with your favourite redhead. "Tendou!"

Your greeting is muffled in a bear hug to beat all bear hugs and you can't help but laugh as you wrap your arms around your cousin's best friend.

"I am glad you could make it." Toshi is standing behind Tendou with a small smile and you pull away to give him a hug too.

"Let us introduce you to coach first, and then you can meet the others."

"Sounds good!"

The three of you walk over to the side where a small elderly man is scowling at the players on the court and when Toshi introduces you, you follow what you know of polite customs here and bow at the waist in greeting, "Thank you for having me!"

"I hear you play as a setter for a premier league."

Yeah, Tendou and Toshi weren't lying about his intimidating demeanor, but you're unfazed. You've dealt with some like him and they're good leaders in their own way.

"Yes, sir."

"You're quite short for your age."

You blink. You're pretty sure you're the average height for girls your age. You're definitely on or above average in your league even though you're not as tall as your hitters. Okay, cheeky, it is.

"Yes, sir. I hear that sometimes from opponents before we play. Not so much after a game, however, if at all." Tendou starts chuckling only to muffle it when the coach's sharp gaze locks onto him for a moment before focusing back on the court.

"Is that so." He finally looks over, making eye contact and drawing out the silence for a few quiet seconds. "Well, height isn't critical for a setter, though it's an asset."

"Yes, sir." You have to bite the inside of your cheek so you don't push it. You're aware of his status and tenure, after all. To someone like him, kids your age with a little cheeky boldness and confidence can be surprising and impressive. Too much is disrespectful and you're still a guest here at the end of the day.

He looks back at the team and you do startle a bit when he barks out, "Did I say it was time for a break?!"

Looking over to the court, you finally realize the practice game has all but stopped. You meet several wide eyed, disbelieving stares before they jolt back into motion.

Tendou and Toshi leave you there to rejoin their teammates with a grimace and a nod, respectively. You just smile blandly and take a seat next to their coach.

-x-x-x-

By the time Coach Washijo blows the whistle for the end of their practice, you've got a clipboard on your lap with notes and the begrudging respect of the ornery man beside you. Yes, you know your shit when it comes to volleyball and you didn't hesitate to use your knowledge to impress. You have a feeling he'll be taking a look at the link you wrote down to your national games at some point given the observations you pointed out. Mission: Success.

As the boys are grabbing water and towels and gathering around, Coach locks eyes with you once again to study you as you smile politely back at him, waiting for what he's chewing over. "You can visit again."

And then he stands to address his team before heading over to his office and leave them to clean up.

You look away from his retreating figure and, oh my, that's a lot of eyes on you. Why do athletes look so pretty? You smile wider and stand to introduce yourself, "Hello. I'm L/n, Y/n, Toshi's cousin. Nice to meet you all and thank you for having me here for this practice."

You bow and they start stuttering and speaking over each other while Tendou laughs, knowing you're also teasing a little. They're clearly flustered so it takes the edge of your own nerves and your smile relaxes into something a little easier.

"Wow.. that was.. different. I've never seen anyone interact with Coach like that." You look over to an ash haired boy, oh hello- "I'm Eita Semi. Nice to meet you.”

He sounds a little brusque.. hmm. He's their setter and knowing Toshi and Tendou...

"Semi-san, your sets... they really show your love for volleyball."

His mouth drops, hopefully in surprise, but you also hope you didn't say anything too forward? You know it's pretty different here and some things like feelings aren't used as carelessly in conversation but.. he's blushing. Oh no.

You try to correct, just in case, "I mean, I hope it's not presumptuous or inappropriate to say! I'm lucky to call myself a setter too, so from one to another, I just wanted to say I can see how much fun you have and it's inspiring!"

Okay, now Tendou is literally dying of laughter, bent over grabbing his stomach but you can see his face and yeah, he literally looks like the emoji that's crying with laughter. And- what?! Even Toshi is smiling a little, he knows that under your calm and playful exterior there's an impulsive, reckless storm.

Semi raises his hand up to the back of his head and you swear he's full on blushing. Okay, yeah, no, you're good. It might sound cruel but when you see people more embarrassed or flustered than you, usually, you find your own equilibrium steadies in response.

"That's- uh- thanks! I hear you're incredible. I mean, as a setter. I- Thanks."

The rest of the team has been looking on and slowly amusement and excitement is like a wave that slides across their features. One of his teammates hits Semi across the back, knocking him forward a bit, while teasing him about compliments from a pretty girl. But you politely pretend not to hear and focus on some of the other members as they start asking you about yourself and answering your return questions about each of them.

I think we can call Operation: Meet Shiratorizawa a success, you think, happily satisfied with the people your dear cousin has to call his teammates and friends.

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Behind The Scenes!

-Toshi is not directly related to Y/n but they might as well be brother and sister for how close they are

-He’s actually her (bear with me, please) dad’s brother’s sister-in-law’s son : Her uncle’s wife is an Ushijima - so her aunt by marriage is sister to Toshi’s mom.. I’m sorry, am I making any sense?

-Their mutual cousins will appear in the story, you’ve already seen their profiles in Family Matters: Kazuya, Akira, and Akari

-Tendou has known Y/n as long as he’s known Toshi and treats her like a cross between best friend and older brother, which means he’s sometimes mean, always teasing, and he will smack, cut, bury a bitch if they hurt her

A/N: Two things.. 1) I absolutely love Ushijima, I find he's seriously underrated. Although I guess I’m guilty here too because he’s Y/n’s family instead of a love interest 😔 If anyone ever wants to see a Toshi fic, let me know, I’ll do my best to work on his characterization 2) CHARACTERIZATION... guys, I’ve wondered this with all the HQ characters I’ve incorporated so far, but.. I don’t know if I’m hitting anywhere close to what they might actually be like in the scenarios I put them in?? So I apologize in advance, and profusely, for all the HQ characters that turn out not quite.. the way they should lol. The writing kinda sorta maybe gets away from me all the time 😅

I lied, there's a third.. I know I've made several posts on days that I've posted so far, and while I do hope to be consistent with a steady couple posts a week (particularly concerning this fic, or rather, not including other fics and stuff I might decide to post as I get more comfortable here), I may not always be able to deliver the same amount of content as I a) am still slowly getting a handle on the social media aspect and how to smoothly deliver it; and b) catch up to where I'm at in the story. So I just want you all to know, I really appreciate your patience with me <3

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Next up on our list my lovelies is Paul! A special thank you to @trescharmant-mydear for helping me with brainstorming ideas when writers block had me stumped! I hope you fang babes all enjoy the next boy in our child birth saga!

Lost Boys Fem!S/O Gives Birth [2/4]

Paul

The whole pregnancy thing was undoubtedly a massive shock when you had finally told him. At first he wasn’t even sure it was his. Granted you slugged him for even suggesting you had been having an affair but he couldn’t help it! The idea of impregnation was pretty much impossible as far as they knew. He had no heartbeat, the blood in his veins was dead and black, he kind of assumed by that point his gun was shooting blanks. That is until you began rejecting anything that wasn’t blood or meat. Every day he could see more of that reality coming into play. At first he thought maybe he had just imagined it, but when your stomach grew in really sank in. 

 He was terrified beyond belief knowing he’d soon be responsible for a living, breathing thing- er baby- guh! The word freaked him out. No one even warned him what came with it. Well, Dwayne tried to but those books were nasty. Especially the pictures. Paul tried his best to sit through them but it just stressed him out! There wouldn’t be a doctor! There would be no sterilized hospital bed where a team of nurses would be on standby if there were complications- hell, they wouldn’t be able to know if there even were any complications! That’s what scared him more than anything. You both were utterly in the dark. Were you healthy? Was the baby healthy? Could this kill you if they weren't careful? Ultrasounds were out too, so he couldn't even know if it was a boy or a girl. The uncertainty of it all was torture!

The only way he knew they were still alive was from his own bizarre connection to them. Sure his mental powers were never as clean cut as David’s, but he could still feel their emotions inside you. It was raw. There were no clear thoughts. Even the emotions would pile over each other. Hungry, tired, anxious, hyper, mad, happy. It was almost like there was more than one consciousness in there, but he just figured it was your own heartbeat and emotions clouding the baby's.

Hormones were wild between you both. You wanted sex more than you ever had before, and at first he was all for it. Being the mother of his unborn child brought out a desire that was utterly foreign to him. Yeah he loved you to death before, but now… he couldn't keep his hands off of you. The first few months it was wild, but the bigger you got the more worried he was that something could happen if he lost control. Okay, well, as long as he was careful right? But, things did not go exactly to plan when a firm kick pressed on his erm… Needless to say it certainly freaked him out. Then came the morning sickness.

Fuck whatever liar came up with that name. “Morning”? Try morning, noon, night, and the ass crack of dawn. Twenty-four seven. He hated seeing you hugging a trash bin, panting between excruciating heaves that made your stomach spasm. Paul could only hold your hair back while you gurgled out sobs. It was even harder knowing he was partially responsible for putting you in this position to begin with. Afterwards he’d carry you back to your bed. Yeah, bed. All the guys had felt that you needed something way better than a couch to crash on. There were more pillows and blankets than you could count. Piles on the bed, scattered on the floor, stacked up in the corners. With a bit of searching they’d found a pocket-cave branching just off their own that kept you out of sight and even better, nearby. What Paul really couldn’t account for was how frickin’ clumsy you were! 

Oops you just banged your knee! Well looks like you accidentally nicked your hand while peeling a freaking apple! Paul nearly ripped a guys head off for bumping into you on the boardwalk just to cut in line with his stupid friends. Eventually he just refused to leave your side during the second trimester when he found a bruise on your stomach. You didn’t have the heart to tell him those were from the baby kicking. While the guys went hunting he’d just lay beside you in bed gushing over your taut belly. The baby always stirred when he spoke, even more so when he’d serenade them. His voice always made your face heat up, and inside you could feel your child eagerly pressing up. While Paul was certainly uneasy about his encroaching parenthood he was over the moon the first time the baby really kicked. Even if it seemed scary he was so excited he could hardly sleep most nights. Every day he'd wonder when they'd get here, bombarding you with thousands of questions.

"Do you think they'll have your eyes? I bet if it's a boy he'll be a bad ass like his dad, huh," he asked. There was almost a glee to his voice, it was so adorable to watch him shed that panic for just a moment to fantasize about the baby. Anything. Teaching them to play guitar, taking them on their first hunt. He didn't care if it was a boy or girl. Part of you really hoped it'd be a little girl. 

“They probably won’t get any eye color until the fifth month I think,” you’d remind him, flipping through the aged pages of a baby book. "I do know if it is a boy he's gonna be so much like you."

"Unless it's a girl," he pondered, tapping your belly like it was an over ripe melon, watching it stirr with life. "Oh god you'll break so many hearts. But no boyfriends. Or girlfriends. Only dad."

"Babe thats not gonna be for years," you assured, petting his head. "You can't keep them from dating when they're old enough."

"Uh, the fuck I can't," he retorted, his hand kicked again. "Yeah I said it. No dating for you"

As they grew you could feel something was.. Off. Granted you couldn’t do much to check but, it almost felt like there was more than one heartbeat...

Your due date was slowly rolling closer as summer shed it's long, hot days for the chilled season of autumn. Tonight was a late, stormy October night. Most of Santa Carla was holed up at home hoping it wouldn’t rain tomorrow on Halloween. Paul grumbled slurping at a blood bag laying on his side as he propped his head on his hand, currently bored out of his mind while you carved at a pumpkin with Marko. 

“I think it needs more teeth,” you’d say to yourself out loud.

Marko peeked over, titling his head to the side. “More eyes too.”

All the guys decided to stay back tonight. It wasn’t just the rain, all of them were nervous to leave you alone. None of them were doctors, but even they could tell your stomach was much bigger than expected. Dwayne was flipping through an old book while David had just gotten back from a hunt. 

Ever since you hit your third trimester each of them took turns gathering blood. A few blood bags alone would not cover it for four hungry vampires and an honorary vamp who had a ton of cravings. Instead they'd carry four or five empty milk jugs that'd be filled to the brim with sloshing, goopy red fluid. 

"Guys, you oughta go get something to eat, you don't need to watch me twenty-four seven," you insist, carefully dragging the knife through the thick gourd's flesh. 

"This wasn't up for debate last time, it’s still not now," David retorted, tossing one of the jugs Dwayne's way. Marko caught a second one, eagerly knocking back a swig. The sight made you want to throw up again. It was slow, like a thick molasses dyed crimson with globs of congealed plasma. Okay looking at the pumpkin again before you had to puke. 

"Don't worry about us, Y/N," Marko insisted with red stained teeth, tossing the now half empty jug to Paul. "It's only a few more months. Blood is blood."

Paul stood up, swooping behind you with his arms around your shoulders. "Speakin' of blood kitten, you need to eat." You looked at the jug as he set it on the table and immediately scrunched up your nose. Now, it'd been seven and a half months of drinking it, so you'd gotten used to the bizarre taste of salty, vinegary cherries with a metallic aftertaste. It always made your body heat up, the feeling itself was better than any booze you'd tried. But the texture. Oh god the fricking texture! Blobby, goopy, slimy- no! 

"Uuuugh," you hesitated, only to have Marko push it towards you. “Can’t I just have a raw steak or something, it’s not nearly as gnarly as straight blood.”

"Don't be picky, you need to eat."

You glanced back at Paul who was just pouting behind you. "Come on babes, drink up."

Once again. Thick, soupy but warm fluids ran down the back of your throat. Everything felt heated, spreading from your stomach to each of your limbs. This time you felt an ache in the base of your abdomen. It was enough to incite a small gasp. And with that suddenly each of them had sat up. 

"What's wrong, what's going on," Paul quickly asked, placing a hand over your stomach. 

Marko had stood up, looking at you with a furrowed brow. "Is it-?"

"Guys, guys," you interrupt. "I'm okay, I swear. It was just a cramp."

It wasn't even a surprise when Paul lifted you up again bridal-style. "Paul,c’mon, I’m fine, really."

"Nope, nope I am not even risking that shit babes. C'mon kitten I'll lay with ya," he insisted, kicking anything on the floor out of his way. But again it ached. This time it lasted two minutes. You clung to him, trying to take a breath. This wasn’t your average false contraction that would only occur maybe every hour. "Paul- Paul it's not stopping."

"Wait wait wait what," Paul asked in rapid following, gently setting you down. Marko had gotten up to help you stand with Paul on the other side. A sharp pain wrapped around your waist. Now another two minutes. It was enough to make you double over with your hands over your stomach. 

"Shit oh shit wait hold on." Paul was in a panic. He wasn't ready! The baby wasn't supposed to be there for another month! It was too soon! 

You, on the other hand, were far too busy trying to keep yourself standing. It wasn't just your abdomen. It was your stomach, all the way up your back, your womb felt like it was being torn open from inside. Dwayne jumped over the sofa when the two blondes failed to move, lifting you up. Your jeans were soaked, sharp pains were faster, harder, any time another contraction squeeze you let out an agonized cry. 

They all made a mad dash for your room, propping you up against a pile of pillows. "No,  no wait, don't look," you insisted to the others as Paul tried to help you get your soggy jeans off.

"I'm about to help you push a baby out, and you're getting embarrassed by us seeing your underwear," Dwayne questioned

"Shut up, turn your fuckin head," Paul snapped. Carefully he draped a blanket over your legs, pulling off your jeans. There was utter fear across his face. He was so afraid of what this could do to you.

 "Hey.. its okay," you assured him, cupping his face. Well, okay was a bit of an overstatement. Still, the tender touch seemed to provide some small ease as he placed his hand over yours. Again, you assured him it'd all be okay. Marko came running in with a bucket of warm water, David was grumbling about carrying over a mountain of towels, Dwayne leaned over Paul tapping him hard on the back of his shoulder. "Paul you need to check how dilated she is."

"WHAT?"

It was time for both of you chiming in disbelief. "No no, wait Dwayne man, I can't-!"

"If she pushes before she's ready, the baby will get hurt in the process," he interrupted him, grabbing Paul by his shoulders. "You gotta do it, man, I can't do it for you."

"The fuck, why me?!"

"Paul?!" It was your turn to question his logic and the blonde threw up his hands, clutching at his head trying to think.

"I'm sorry! I'm panicking!"

"Dude Paul," Marko shouted.

"What?!"

"Listen, man, this can't be good for either of them. Nut up, dude," he assured him, patting his back. Paul looked at you, still trembling on your bed. You were just as scared as him, bottom lip trembling, he could even see your shoulders shaking. "...okay…" 

The feeling was so uncomfortable. You couldn't even focus between the throbbing pains that shot up your back and the tearing pull between your legs. Tears burned your eyes, you thought you might pass out. Marko was rapidly wiping away sweat from your face, letting you hold his hand. Even if you broke it, unlikely, it'd heal in an hour anyways. 

"Okay how many fingers can you manage," Dwayne asked, getting a strange look from Paul. "Just tell me how many, you asshole.:

"It's like, all my fingers man I dunno what that means."

"Go to her man, I got this," he assured, pushing him up to you. Paul climbed up on the bed beside you holding you tightly in his arms with your shoulder nestled against his armpit with one arm over your shoulder and the other you immediately snatched his hand, panting rapidly. "Shh slow down baby, slow down."

"God it fucking hurts," you whine, throwing your head back on the pillow. Blood stained the bed, a thick pink-red spot on the blanket spreading out. Your face was completely flushed as a tight pressure slowly dragged down your back that made your toes curl. If Paul wasn't pinning you in place you would be writhing. There was a horrid fire in your body, there were no words left in you, only screams. Dwayne's urges to push were muffled, the ache in you back slowly pulled lower until you were able to hear them. A thick gurgle followed by high pitched, raspy wailing. While Dwayne had pulled the infant into a thick, fluffy towel something felt wrong. It still hurt. Your stomach felt no relief, in fact you felt it pull and ache again. "Wa...wait i.. no it's-it's not done, I'm not done," you whimper in a panic.

"Wait what the hell do you mean you aren’t done?! I thought there was just one?!”

Paul looked over at Dwayne, who in turn ran to David and passed the swaddled newborn his way much to his dismay. “Just hold them for a minute man, we weren’t exactly expecting more!

“I got it,” Marko volunteered, climbing off to bed to hold the baby carefully in his grasp. Your screams tore through, a second wave of pain reviving old agony. There was little relief as the same horrid tension in your back spread out. Paul coaxed you through it, but somehow it hurt even worse than before.

“No,” you cried, shaking your head. Your face burned, tears streaming down your face leaving your vision completely blurry. “No no no, I can’t, let me go! I can't, I can’t! Paul, I can’t-!”

“Baby, listen you can do this! You got this, yes you fucking do,” he yelled over you holding your head to his shoulder. “Listen to me. C’mon you fucking got this, kitten! Don’t you give up, don’t you dare fucking give up now!”

With everything you had you screamed until your throat felt raw, pushing as hard as you could until finally, finally… it stopped. A huge wave of relief made your muscles go limp. Two. You just had given birth. To twins. The realization had finally hit Paul asw he looked up at Marko still holding his first born. “Are they…”

“Dude, you got a girl,” he beamed, carefully passing the swollen new born half-awake clinging to the towel. Occasionally her grey eyes squinted open, making trembling whimpers until she nestled back into sleep.

You managed to catch your breath, Marko helping you lay down while Dwayne circled around with your son. A boy too. You couldn’t help but laugh through tears, finally able to see his face after so many months of waiting. Paul couldn’t even hold back tears, laughing like an idiot as he pulled you both in his arms. “Fuck man… oh shit I’m a fucking dad,” he choked out, trying to hide his tears.

“Let it out man,” Marko teased, patting his shoulders.

“Shit man I can't stop crying... they’re so perfect.” Paul ran a hand gently over his son’s head still softly crying in your arms, watching him soothed as he clung to his finger. He looked you in the eyes, both of you just in utter awe that you brought not one, but two lives to the world. Nothing but tears and smiles between you. It was October 31st, 2 am, and you had spent the past four and a half hours of Hell to bring your twins (Girl Name) and (Boy name). Paul could not even fathom the amount of love he was feeling, trailing kisses all over your lips and cheeks. “Happy Halloween, kitten.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, laying your head back against his chest just unable to tear your eyes away from your beautiful new family after so many hours of grueling pain, so much waiting, in the end it was worth more than either of you had ever dreamed.

 “Happy Halloween, babe…”

[karaxreds]

Best Friends ( Part Three) - Dele Alli

It was probably one of the greatest night you've spent in the last couple of months, you were out on your date with Winksey and he really did make you forget everything for the night.

You two have literally been together all day not just for dinner and you were glad he called you in the morning.

You two just finished having dinner and he was driving you home, both of you singing your lungs out to the blasting music.

The only sad thing about the night is that he told you that he won't be able to play the second leg at the Etihad in the next couple of days, his injury was more serious than they thought and he might even need surgery, not sure yet.

Once you made it to your street, he parked in front of your building and you were kinda sad that your date was over now.

"Thank you, so much for today." You told him softly.

"I am the one who should thank you, for accepting to spend the day with me." He give you one of his charming smiles.

His gaze then dropped to your lips and he couldn't help but leaning a little bit as a sign of what he wanted to do.

You leaned in as well both your heads meeting halfway and he put his soft lips on yours, so gently and it felt so weird.

You kissed for a few more seconds, but you couldn't help but compare it to your kiss with Dele and everything about him.

Harry was the first one to pull away and by the look on his eyes, you knew he felt it too.

"I am so sorr-"

"It's okay." He nodded, giving you a sad smile.

And that's when you broke down sobbing, once again for a boy that  you never thought you would feel like this.

-

You handed the freckled boy a cup full of tea, he smiled mumbeling a small thank you.

After shamelessly having a mental break down in his car he waited until you stopped crying and you invited him into you flat and he just didn't want to let you alone in that moment.

"I am so sorry, Haz." You lowered your head, looking down at your cup of tea.

"Hey." He said, lifting your head up with one of his fingers. "It's okay, you don't have to be sorry, babe."

"You're too nice." You sighed.

"And you're too beautiful to cry." He smiled, "No one deserves those precious tears not even Dele."

"How do you know that he's the reason of my break down?" You asked, wondering how on earth he knows anything about that story.

"When Dele first introduced us, I was so jealous." He chuckled, "I thought you were dating, but he clarified that you two were best friends and only that, but I never believed him."

"Why?"

"The way he looks at you and how he gets so protective." He told you. "But when he told me thay he was dating an other girl, I was kinda glad, I thought that I might have a chance with you but you also got into a relationship."

"Oh god, I am so sorry." You cried, hiding your face with your hands.

"Hey." He said, grabbing your hands. "I am not telling you to make you feel bad, just so you know that he doesn't see you as just a friend." He pointed out,making your heart skip a beat at the thought.

"It doesn't really matter anymore." You mumbled, sipping on your tea.

"I am sure he still does love you." He said, putting a hand on your thigh.

"You're making me feel bad, god." You whined, "I had such a great day with you, I swear-"

"But just as a friend, it's okay doll. I had a chance with you and I took it, it just wasn't meant to be." He give a genuine smile and hearing those words made you feel a bit less guilty.

"So...we're good?"

"Great." He nodded, squeezing your arm. "Now why don't you start from the beginning and tell me what happened between you two?"

You give him an indecisive look before you finally decided to tell him everything that happened between the two of you.

-

You could feel your head pounding along with the beat of the music, the house was pretty much crowded. It was supposed to be a small party he said, a small birthday party.

A few days have passed and you were spending much more time with Harry, as friends of course. Tonight was the birthday of one of his best friends and he insisted that you come with him so you can have a good time, he also promised that as soon as you felt uncomfortable you two would leave the party.

"Come on, gonna introduce you to the lads." He said, pushing you slightly through the house with his hand placed on the small of your back.

You didn't answer you just followed him silently as he lead you to a couple who were standing in the corner of the kitchen, with bottle of beers in their hands.

"There's the birthday boy." Harry yelled, smiling widely at his friend.

"Here's the semi-finalist!" His friend responded, referring to spurs' incredible win against manchester City a couple of days ago at the Etihad.

You watched as the two shared a brotherly hug then Harry give a quick hug to the girl next to him, murmuring something you couldn't hear.

"And who's this gorgeous girl?" His friend asked, smiling down at you. "Finally got yourself a beaucoup girl, I see."

Harry rolled his eyes, introducing you to both Kyle and his girl.

"She's my friend but she's my date for tonight." He wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

"I remember you now!" Kyle suddenly yelled, "You're Dele's best friend."

You grimaced as he uttered his name and Harry let out a sigh.

"He arrived just a few minutes before you two though." He told you two.

You felt your body freeze at the news, your eyes widened and you looked up at Harry who looked at his friends uncomfortably.

"We're going to go see the others, we'll see you in a few, yeah?" They both nodded and mumbled a quick 'see ya'.

"I swear I didn't know he was coming otherwise I would've never-" You quickly cut him off.

"Haz, It's okay." You genuinely smiled, "I know. We live in the same area, we're bound to bump into each others sooner or later." You shrugged.

"Okay." Was his only answer, he clearly didn't believe you.

"Let's go see the others yeah?"

"Sure, Yeah."

Half an hour later, the house was evem more crowded. You lost Harry through the crowd, last thing you know is that he said he'll be coming back in a few, he was going for a wee.

You were a bit tipsy to be honest, you decided to stop drinking before you get completely wasted.

You chatted for a bit with one of the girls Harry has introduced you to, she was a really nice. Once she excused herself too to go somewhere you were left all alone.

You wandered around the house with a pouty face looking for Harry, he was nowhere to be seen and you started to feel lonely.

Untill you heard someone call your name.

The voice you have missed so dearly, you stopped in your tracks and waited to see if you couls hear the voice again, because you had too many drinks so you thought that you were probably hallucinating.

"You're here." He said again, in half a second he was standing in front of you.

He looked hot, just like he always did when he wasn't wearing his tracksuit but instead a pair of black jeans and a simple white tee.

"Um, Hi." You nodded awkwardly, your eyes once again searching around for the freckled boy.

"You came here alone?" He asked curiously.

"Nope." You answered, "With Haz."

"You're here with Harry?" He mumbled, his face turning a light shade of red. "You two seem to get along quite well, I see." He added, his voice laced with jealousy.

"We've always got along pretty damn well, Alli." You suddenly snapped, "We just haven't been hanging out too much,which we are now."

You watched as his grip on the bottle he was holding tighten, his knuckles turning white.

"Are you two together?"

"It's none of your business, to be fair." You sighed, your eyes finally meeting his.

"I broke up with Ruby." He blurts out.

And you felt your heart beat race as if it was going to stop, once again.

Part Four will be out tomorrow night,probablu the last part as well.

I am sorry for any mistakes, this not edited amd my first language isn't english. I am sorry once more,I hope you enjoyed reading it ❤

[gretavanfleetlife]

Only Time Will Tell:

Chapter 7

AN: hey! Sorry about that last heartbreak of a chapter, I’d promise it gets better but I might have to break my promise like reader lol🤭 Anywayy i hope you like the symbolism and metaphorical sense a certain part of this chapter, a bit deeper than it may seem on the surface... lol enjoy babes!!💖💖

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 2,200 words

"I'm sorry."

Sam looks at you, his face miserable. His eyes begin to water and he fights hard to hold back tears. Your heart truly feels shattered. The way he looks at you makes you think of Josh.

"Oh Sammy," you sigh, your words heavy as a side effect of your broken heart. You step towards him and give him a brief hug, as if I'll apologize for what you've done. You know that you still have feelings for him, but you also know that it will only make things worse if you embrace them before he leaves. You pull away from Sam's gentle touch and gaze sadly into his eyes. Looking at him reminds you too closely of Josh, both images being enough to make your eyes water. Ever since you were younger you've absolutely hated seeing any of the boys cry. It didn't happen often, but when it did it almost always moved you to tears. Sam looks at the ground, refusing to meet your eyes.

"Look at me," you whisper. Sam does as you say, lifting his head and gazing down at you. "I-I'll wait for you, ok?" you hear yourself sniffle. Sam nods, running a hand through his long hair.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he whispers, his voice cracking. He turns, running a hand across his face and walking out of your room. Moments later, you hear him leave your house by the creaking of the front door echoing throughout your home. You sink back on your bed, lying down into the mattress as you begin to think about everything you've caused in such a short amount of time. You bury your face in your pillow and cry softly, eventually falling into a heavy dream by accident.

You dream that you are back at the creek, sitting next to Sam on the smooth rock just as you did last night. You rest your head on Sam's shoulder as his arm is wrapped around you gently. Everything seems to be happening in the same way as it had the night before. When he pulls away from you, you no longer feel disappointed at the loss of contact, because you know what's coming. You look up at him and gaze into his deep brown eyes, dreading to hear him speak.

"Beautiful," he whispers. Your heart falls, remembering what came after Sam uttered that word the night before. He leans in closer to you, but instead of pulling away like you know you should, you close the gap between the two of you and kiss him. Your lips danced sweetly with his, but unlike the night before, it was Sam who pulled away first, quickly ending the kiss. You look at him, confused and suddenly unsure about what's to happen next.

"I thought this was what you wanted," you wonder aloud to Sam. He looks straight into your eyes but doesn't reply, his face a blank canvas void of expression. He leans closer to you again and you brace yourself for another kiss, but are stunned when you feel him suddenly push you strongly into the creek. You crash into the water, the stream becoming as deep as an ocean as you sink like a stone. You swim back to the surface and you splash about the water, unable to stay afloat against the sudden heavy current. You desperately scream out to Sam for help but watch in horror as he stands up from his place atop the rock and walks away through the trees. You are left alone, thrashing about in the water. You feel exhausted from fighting against the crashing waves around you, so you tiredly let the water crash over your head, submerging you completely under the water. You reach your hand above your head as a tired final attempt of hope. You feel water begin to splash into your lungs as you feel a sudden tight grip around your hand. You are pulled strongly out of the water, crashing down onto a soft bed of grass. Sam must have come back for you, you think, coughing up seawater. You look back at the water that you just escaped from and realize that the deep ocean you had almost drowned in has turned back into the shallow stream that ran through the creek.

"You alright?" a familiar voice asks. You glance upward, expecting to see Sam but instead locking eyes with Josh, who sits in soaked clothes beside you. Sam is nowhere in sight.

You startle awake from your dream, breathing quickly as you attempt to relax into the comfortable mattress beneath you. You roll over onto your back and notice that your pillow is still damp with your tears. You rub your eyes and glance at your phone. The time reads 4:38 p.m., but that's not what catches your eye. Instead, you notice a text appear, sent to you about an hour ago.

'Sam: Josh just talked to Jake and Danny without me and convinced them to leave today instead of tomorrow :( '

Your stomach drops as you lie still on your bed, too stunned to move. You reread the message a couple of times before snapping out of your haze and rushing to reply.

'Y/n: What time?' you type. Seconds later, Sam replies.

'Sam: In like 10 mins'

'Y/n: I'll be right over'

'Sam: Hurry'

You roll out of bed and rush to change out of your pajamas, throwing on a loose pair of shorts and a large hoodie. You hurry out of your house and walk quickly over to the Kiszka house. Approaching their driveway, you see Danny and Jake loading a large van with bags and equipment. Danny sees you first, delicately placing a red snare drum into the trunk of the car.

"Y/n!" Danny yells, causing Jake to look to you as well, "I thought you weren't coming!" He pulls you into a giant bear hug, lifting you off the ground and causing you to squeal.

"I fell asleep, but I'd never miss saying goodbye!" you reply with a genuinely wide smile as Danny carefully places you back on the ground. Danny never fails to make you grin like a fool. He mimics your smile as Jake approaches you, holding his precious red guitar in one hand and a reaching out to you with the other. You hug Jake closely as he rubs your back with his free hand.

"We're gonna miss you y/n," he says softly, "don't forget about us while we're gone, ok?" Jake lets you go with a smile.

"Only if you don't forget about me."

"Deal," Jake grins, holding out his hand to shake yours as if to solidify the agreement. You shake his hand but instantly regret it.

"Ew, Jake! Why's your hand wet?" you ask with a disgusted look on your face. You carefully smell the sticky substance on your hand and recognize the scent immediately, laughing in relief.

"I dropped a case of beer when I was loading it into the van. I may have spilled a little bit," he laughs, motioning to the driveway at pieces of shattered glass and a puddle of beer. You shake your head jokingly.

"Clutz," you tease, "where are the other two?"

"Josh and Sam are inside doing who knows what," he says, waving his hand dismissively towards the house.

"Alright, I'll be right back," you declare, walking up the driveway towards the front door. You hold your breath and walk up to the door, already ajar. Just as you are about to walk inside, Josh pushes past you, giving you a short glance before quickly returning his focus to the ground ahead of him. You feel a familiar pang of disappointment return but you let him go, seeing Sam waiting just inside the house. He lets out a heavy sigh of relief when he sees you. You step inside and Sam ruffles his hair nervously while shoving his other hand in his pocket.

"Hey," you begin.

"Hey, I'm glad you made it over before we left, I was starting to get worried," Sam admits.

"Me too, I don't think I'd be able to forgive myself if you left without saying goodbye."

"Yeah well we shouldn't be leaving today anyway," he complains.

"It's alright Sam, I'm sure Josh has his reasons," you say unconvincingly.

"Pfft, I don't give a shit about his reasoning, he could've asked me," Sam rants, clearly upset.

"It's ok, don't worry about it," you try to calm him, knowing it's definitely your fault that Josh wanted to leave a day early. Sam opens his arms to you and pulls you into a hug. Your heart flutters but sadness still seeps through you. He adjusts his grip on you, pulling you tighter to himself as he buries his face in your neck.

"I'm gonna miss you so fucking much," he says, his voice muffled by your hair. You smile sadly. You rub his back in response, not wanting to speak in fear of your voice cracking unevenly. He lifts his head away from the crook of your neck and you feel his warm breath against your ear. "Promise you'll wait for me?" Sam whispers softly into your ear. You remain still for a moment, unable to avoid remembering the last time that you made a promise. You nod against his chest.

"Of course," you breath softly. He pulls away from you but you can't bring yourself to look at him. He reaches out to you and gently lifts your chin, forcing your eyes to reconnect with his.

"I need to hear you say it," he asks, "please." His eyes are still swimming with sadness, reminding you of your earlier conversation with him.

"I promise, Sammy. I'll wait for you," you whisper.

As you help Sam grab the last of the bags from the house you feel the former uneasy tension between you and Sam drift away. You load the luggage into the van, saying a quick goodbye to Sam before he hops into the car. Recapping in your head, you've hugged three of the four of them goodbye, and you know that the last will be the most difficult. You walk around to the driver's seat and knock on the car window. Josh doesn't open the door right away, and you begin to wonder if he'll even get out to say goodbye before they leave. You're put slightly at ease when the car door opens and Josh steps out, closing the door strongly behind himself and turning to face you. His eyes stare into yours, his face emotionless and impossible to interpret, although you know for certain how he's feeling on the inside.

"Do us both a favor and leave me alone," Josh says urgently in a deep voice. Your heart drops lower in your chest at the harshness of his tone, this is not going to be easy. You shake your head slightly, denying the possibility of meeting Josh's request.

"I know you're upset, and you have every reason to be," you begin, your voice low and desperate, "But I need you to know that I'm going to miss you with every piece of my heart. I'm sorry, you have no idea how bad I feel about this."

"Oh, I understand perfectly how terrible you must be feeling," Josh scoffs, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes at you, "I'd even say I'm feeling quite similar myself."

"Right, um sorry," you stumble, feeling idiotic. Of course he knew how you were feeling, how could you say that to him. "Anyway uh, I'm gonna miss you," you stutter, feeling very unsure of yourself after Josh's last comment, "can I... can I have a hug?"

He hesitates for a moment, but eventually opens his arms towards you and you hug him tightly. You close your eyes, feeling tears begin to form and trying not to let them fall.

"Please remember that I love you, Joshie," you whisper into his ear. He pulls away from you.

"Don't call me that," he says, opening the car door and swiftly getting inside. You bite the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from crying. You gave Josh that nickname when you were seven years old. Since then, Josh has gotten mad at anyone other than you who called him it. You both know that the name is reserved for only you to call him, or at least it was until now.

"Bye y/n!" Danny calls from the back of the van, bringing you out of your daydream while the car makes its way down the driveway. You cross your arms and wave back at the car. Jake leans over to the wheel and honks the horn, waving to you and earning a serious slap from Josh. You laugh, continuing to wave as the van backs onto the road and drives away. You hear another honk and you giggle at Jake's second attempt at a goodbye. Soon, the van disappears over the horizon. Wiping a small tear from your eye, you begin to slowly walk home in the middle of the road.

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