#then i have to stay awake until 2am the next night AGAIN. this is all during my busiest work week of the year btw

[annarubys]

too much is going to happen to me this week i’m already exhausted thinking about it. horrors unimaginable are in my future

[mochi-owos]

Meeting genshin men at your local grocery store?!

Childe, Itto, Kaeya, Alhaitham, Ayato x Reader

To be honest, the job itself wasn’t too bad. Pretty normal actually. Aside from the few weirdos that have been walking in lately..

Inspired by @abyssruler’s 7/11 Diaries! (One again written in the depths of night, so I apologize for the errors and tbh it’s kinda bad 😰)

Childe:

You could do this! Self belief! Stay awake! Your shift was almost done, 2am on the clock and two more hours to go. Everything was pretty mundane, occasionally mopping the floor, checking the stock, handling the (basically unused) register— all mundane with the lack of people. But today a real odd ball walked in: ginger hair, roughed clothing, tussled hair, and oh- the massive nose bleed dripping down onto his clothes.

He walks through the store so calmly - it’s almost startlingly - he strolls through the isles putting random items, then walks up to the counter. He grins, "Well hello there, I didn’t know such a pretty thing would be working at a time like this." He says, all while blood is still dripping down his nose.

You blink once, you blink twice, you take the basket and start scanning, "It’s too early in the morning for this.." You mumble, tired eyes fumbling with the unreasonably items. The prices of each individual item would send you into cardiac arrest, but all in all? Fucking nuts. How does he even have money? Have you seen the economics state of the world?

Your words only make him laugh, as you look up at him your gaze fuses on his bloody nose, "You’re bleeding."

"I know." He smiles.

"O," You blink slowly once more. "Want a tissues or something?”

He raises a brow, "Ha! You’re pretty funny, you know! Most workers get scared!" He laughs, watching intently as you pack away his items handing them to him.

You look him in the eyes, "I don’t get paid enough."

From that day since he’d often come to the store chatting with you, all while buying odd products. At this point you were starting to think it’s all to speak with you, I mean— Instant rice and pickles? You raised a brow, almost like a mind reader he spoke,

"My friend dropped his phone in the toilet so we’re doing the rice method, and the pickles is for me, nice snack."

Isn’t the rice method supposed to be bad? “Why don’t you just go to a repair shop?"

"Hes quirky like that."

"Just leave."

At some point you started seeing him outside the shop, he also goes to the same university as you. Which did make sense seeing at though he looked your age, but what surprised you the most is that he’s pretty well know. So now you started to wonder how you hadn’t heard about him. Maybe it’s because you have no friends— that’s a problem. You’ll need some of those.. you guess. Now that you think about it, you never got his name. How odd.

Itto:

It was very much valid for you to assume that the man before you was drunk. He was awfully loud (so much so you could hear him from five blocks down), he talked funny, and so did he act the same.

As you tiredly rub your eyes you to try shake yourself awake, there was still so much time until work was over. And with the shouting going on outside it was actually quite easy, most would be worried of a murder being what’s taking place outside but it was awfully normal for such screams, also the sound of drunk laughter easily disproves the thought of murder. A man -easily 7ft tall, White hair, super buff, his hair oddly whisked - trudges in, panic written all over his face. "WHERE IS YOUR RICE?" He asked anxiously.

"Excuse me?"

"I NEED RICE FOR MY PHONE." He jumped around in place, you point him towards the section and he runs off, few of his friends snicker while some look worried.

You wait around at the counter, it takes him a few minutes to gather what he needs, next time he comeback he has at least four small bags of rice and bandages. As you ring him up you hear the man speak with his friends,

"Do you think it’ll work?" One of his friends ask.

"I think so! I got the premium rice, and I think the bandages will work too!" He smiles.

"For.. your phone?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Nothing.." his friends mumble, stifling a laugh.

You simply shake your head at such idiocy, but then again you can understand, repair shops are unbelievably expensive and half the time it gets even more broken. But your action seems to have caught the man’s attention, gawking he turns to his friends, “THEYRE SO HOT.”

From that day forward he constantly visited the shop, goofing around in the store in attempts to get your number.

"So, you like jazz?" He has this odd smirk on his face, almost as if that was his attempt to finesse you.

"Yes."

"Ah. You were supposed to say no."

"Sorry?"

Soon, Itto (his name, he had written it on a piece of paper and whilst paying for his newest purchase slipped it in) started being able to spot you on campus, following you around like a lost puppy. Perhaps you’ll slip in your number next time you give him change.. perhaps.

Kaeya:

To Kaeya you were hot, really fucking hot. Though you were kinda invisible that added to your charm, that or he just had a thing for total losers, he couldn’t tell. And for the most part you weren’t entire invisible, often seeing your name on the first board after grades come out, or even seeing you enrolled in competitions, or he’d see you studying in the library - looking so adorable- writing away at your notes. He thought you were utterly ethereal, and the need to get to know you was insatiable. His friends quite literally needing to hold him down from running up to you and scaring you away. So come to find out lovely ol’ you works at one of his favourite convince place he already had a plan brewing.

You drearily watch the clock, your body feeling as if it's numb. Your hands lazily drawing circles on the counter, starting to regret the fact you decided to work the graveyard shift. The ringing of the store bell waking you from your hazziness, a man dressed nicely came in: blue hair, blue eyes (odd combo, to be completely honest), dressed in what looked like ballroom clothing, his expression of.. smugness? Unyielding.

As you wait to ring him up you take out your phone and start scrolling through it, but soon you here light steps approaching placing your phone back in your pocket and take the items and start scanning. All as you do so the man watches you intently, and little too much.

”Can I help you with something, Sir?"

He raises a brow, "Sir? You don't think I'm that old, do you?!" He cried.

"No, Sir. I'm required to do this."

"So you think I look nice?"

"Sure."

"Would you go out with me?" Was that really his attempt at rizzing you up?

"Please just take your items and leave, Sir." (I'm saving you the embarrassment -and myjob-)

He couldn't stand it, no, he was determined-- he will rizz you up. You have to give him a chance! And so whenever you had a free moment you would see him walk up to you, it’s not that you minded his unbreaking tenacity, it was quite admirable actually.

"Hey!" He ran up to you, waving his hand. He stops in front of you weaving, "Trying to run away from me?"

"No. I’m hungry."

"Ah! The allow me to do the pleasure and buy you lunch."

"If you have money, sure.”

You were oh so happy, free food truly did taste the best. So while he got to know you you got full - and happy - tummy. Maybe you’ll actually let him take you out.

Al Haitham:

See, typically you were fine with customers, but this time you were utterly enthralled by this.. this asshole with a stick up his ass. You’d love to hop over the counter and give him a wack, but you refrain from doing so— he looked rich, and he was buff, you most definitely could not take him in a fight.

"It’s 14.55."

"I’m aware."

"I am in a rush, please let me pay already."

"Im sorry, Sir. I’m required to ring this all up."

"But I already told you, it’s 14.55." His eyes looked a bit agitated, his arms crossed.

"Sir, I am just doing my job."

"K."

To be honest, you didn’t really know what was coming out of his mouth after that, nor did you care, you simply nod, most of the “conversation” you looked at his.. uh, breast(s) pocket. You’d never see him again, what’s the harm?

You were wrong, so undeniably, unbelievably, wrong. Exactly 5 hours later you’d see him at the gym, staring at you, approaching you- wait, approaching you?? You look around the room, what do you do? How do you seem like you’re busy? Pull out you pho-?!

"Hey."

"Hello..? Do you need something?"

"Do you need help?"

"No."

"I’m helping you anyway."

"O."

And workout buddies you came to be, often meeting him during your workout sessions. You never really needed his help, but with his insistence you agreed. Sometimes even studying together.

"Are you stupid?"

"I think so, I’ve been talking with my doctor lately and-"

"I didn’t mean it literally."

"Ah."

With exams coming up you’ve been seeing each other a lot more, and the study areas have been a lot more.. romantic? Close, cool mood lighting, cold- sometimes even his own house. But then again, maybe it’s just you.

Ayato:

This was absolutely fucking nuts. This guy was decked out— SO BAD. The Ayato Kamisato, one of the richest bachelors was before you, you couldn’t help but be a bad bit taken back. But regardless you tried your best to scan all his odd items.

For a hot bachelor his grocery items were really weird, and so fucking expensive you felt your heart clench.. you’ll need a break after this, maybe even a smoke (you’ve never smoked in your life and if you were to you were pretty sure you’d have an asthma attack).

His gaze wondered you curiously, has you handed him his groceries he smiled, leaving a.. 100$ TIP?? WHAT THE FUCK. WHERE DOES HE GET THIS MONEY? I THOUGHT WE WERE IN A RESCISSION. WHAT. Your eyes were massive, looking back up at him, "Uhm, Sir. I think you misplaced this bill.." as much as you wanted to keep it, you had morals (sadly), holding yourself to high principle.

"Oh, that was no mistake. I appreciate the fact someone like you is working at such an hour. Have a lovely morning." He waved and left.. someone like me? Is that an insult? Does he think I’m poor?

As you pondered what he meant you started seeing him more, and more. Always leaving a massive tip, does god.. love me? Your reactions always brining a smile to his face, and conversations with you always left him with a swelling in his chest, you were awfully funny.

"Here, a tip."

"Am I.. in more debt?" You tilt your head, "Do you want something from me?" Your eyes widen, "Is this perhaps your way of buying me? Is that what rich people do..? That’s what’s I heard.." mumbling the last part you look into the floor, bringing your hand up to fumble with your lip- in deep concentration.

He was so weird, people said he was cool. From what you can tell all he is a weirdo. Who tips this much? Who buys this much weird stuff? Isn’t he rich? Why doesn't he just get someone to get him groceries? Why does he look at you weird? Honestly, if he kept giving you this much money you might as well become his sugar baby (not that you would mind).

[drabbles-mc]

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Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

For Week 7 of @buckybarnesevents's Hot Bucky Summer: Who's This?

Warnings: 18+, language, light angst, mentions of blood/injuries

Word Count: 4.8k

A/N: Roommates to lovers?? Don't mind if I do! 😂 It was so fun to write for Bucky again! I haven't written much for him as I've been doing other events for other fandoms, but trust he is still bouncing around my head always haha. This got away from me in the best way. Hope you enjoy!

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You hadn’t heard from Bucky since he left for his last mission. That wasn’t something that was necessarily unusual—it wasn’t uncommon for him to drop off the radar for a couple weeks at a clip. You’d known that was part of the deal for a long time, long before the two of you had started whatever relationship it was that you had now.

At first you two were just roommates. Hell, you didn’t even want to refer to the two of you as friends for a while at the start. It wasn’t that you disliked each other, but Bucky didn’t seem like he was really the type who was keen on making friends. He was civil with you, cordial, but it wasn’t as though the two of you spent a lot of quality time together. He spent most of his time in his room unless he was showering or cooking. The times when he was home alone you’d come back to the apartment to find him in the living room, but once it was the two of you again, he’d soon retreat back to his own space. You mentioned to him on more than one occasion that the living room was considered a common area for a reason—it wasn’t as though only one of you could be there at a time, but he always found a way to brush the comment off.

It wasn’t until he came home in the middle of the night from a mission while you were in the kitchen making yourself a midnight snack that the two of you had any interaction of real substance. You heard the apartment door open and you were automatically on-edge. Bucky was known to come and go at all hours, and while no one had ever tried to break into your place, you knew that there was always a first time for everything.

So, you grabbed a knife from the knife block and slowly crept towards the door. You heard someone let out a soft grunt, followed by heavy booted footsteps on the floor. Your grip around the knife handle tightened as you held your breath. Reaching around the corner, you quickly turned on the lights and stepped around the corner, effectively not only scaring the shit out of Bucky, but also yourself. You were a lot of things, but one thing you were not was someone who thrived in fight or flight situations.

“Jesus,” Bucky said, bracing himself against the arm of the couch, recovering once he realized it was you. He made a small gesture to the knife in your hand. “What the hell are you doing?”

You huffed, heart still pounding inside your chest as you let your arm drop carefully back to your side. “What the hell are you doing?” you shot back.

His brows knit, confused, like the answer was perfectly, obvious. To his credit, it was. “Trying to come home?”

“It’s almost 2AM. Why didn’t you just stay—”

“I wanted to be in my own bed,” he cut you off. He shook his head at you. “Why am I getting interrogated for wanting to be in my own apartment?” He paused. “Why are you awake at 2AM?”

You pointed back towards the kitchen with the knife, which would’ve been more amusing if either of you were less frustrated or less exhausted. “Wanted a snack.”

He huffed out a laugh, one that almost sounded a little bit amused. “Right.”

“Want some?” you offered, like an olive branch. “Quesadillas.”

“At 2AM?”

You rolled your eyes. “You don’t have to have any of it. Just thought—”

“I’m good,” he cut you off, “but thanks.” He watched as you nodded, both of you still just standing there, occupying the same space because neither knew what move to make next. “Goodnight,” he finally said, prying his hand off the couch so he could slowly keep making his way towards his room.

You stepped to the side, letting him pass. You couldn’t help but notice that he was moving slower than usual, not quite limping but definitely stiff. “Do you need—”

“I’m good.”

You sighed, letting your head drop back so you were staring up at the ceiling. Someday the two of you would get through a conversation where he actually let you finish your sentences. Once he shut his bedroom door behind him, you shut off the lights in the living room again, retreating back to the kitchen to put the knife away and finish making your snack.

You were just putting the dishes in the sink, thinking you’d rather do them tomorrow than right in that moment. Right when you reached to turn the kitchen light off, you heard footsteps again. Lighter this time, but still slow. You stopped and waited.

Bucky came all but hobbling into the kitchen. He made a beeline for the refrigerator, opening the freezer side and pulling out a frozen water bottle. Immediately he brought it down to his leg, rolling it against his thigh over the lounge pants he’d changed into.

You frowned slightly at the sight. “Anything I can do?”

He shook his head, eyes still fixed on his leg. “No.”

You nodded, not looking to push things with him, especially not at the given hour. “Okay. Well…you know where to find me if…” you trailed off, not really sure how you wanted to end the sentence. Really, you didn’t know what you could offer him that he wouldn’t be able to do for himself. It felt wrong to not put the offer out there, though.

He nodded, still not looking at you. “Thanks.”

You turned and were going to start heading back to your room. Just as you were going to round the corner into the short hall that separated your rooms from the rest of the apartment, you looked back over your shoulder to see Bucky peering into the fridge again, this time looking for something to eat rather than just an ice pack.

With his back to you, you could see a stripe going down his shirt, just beside his left shoulder, where he was bleeding through. You frowned, considering for a moment if you should say something or not. He’d never been one for unsolicited commentary.

“Bucky?” you said, leaning against the wall.

“Yea?” he responded, still digging around the fridge for something that required no effort to eat.

“I, uh, I think…I think you’re bleeding?” You watched as he finally looked at you, glancing back over his shoulder like he was trying to figure out if you were being honest or not, not that you’d lie about something like that but he still didn’t trust anyone off the rip. You made a vague gesture to the area where the blood was, not that you were really close enough for it to matter. “Your shoulder.”

Recognition washed over his face, quickly followed by annoyance. “Shit.”

“I’ve got bandages,” you nodded towards the bathroom. “If you want, I can…I mean just so you don’t bleed everywhere.”

The apprehension was clear as day on his face, but he knew you were being practical. Plus, he really didn’t feel like having to get new shirts and sheets if he didn’t have to. He sighed, finally giving in with a nod. He shut the fridge door, opening the freezer and tossing the water bottle back into it with a little more force than necessary before shutting that door too.

When you came back to the kitchen, you found him sitting at the counter. His back was to you, his shirt clutched tightly in his metal hand as he braced himself on the edge of the counter. You didn’t say anything as you set the box of bandages down next to him, taking a couple out so that you could try to completely cover the cut that was running along his back.

It was the first time you’d ever seen him without his shirt on. He was always at least in a tank top when he came out of his room, always made sure he dressed before stepping out of the bathroom after his showers. Until now you’d thought it was just a courtesy thing, the same way he never really stayed in the living room or kitchen with you for too long. But as you looked at his back, seeing the scars and the bruises, you had a whole new understanding of it all.

“Is it bad?” he asked, breaking the silence.

You shook your head, and it took a moment for you to remember that he couldn’t see you. “Not too bad. You won’t, uh, you shouldn’t need stitches. Bandages for a couple days should be find until it scabs over a bit.” You paused, delicately placing the first bandage on the upper half of the cut. “This is gonna sound stupid,” you started with a laugh.

You heard the sharp exhale he let out through his nose, the closest thing to a laugh you’d heard from him in a long time. “Good. Love that.”

You laughed a little harder, heat flaring up in your face. “I just, I don’t know, I guess I didn’t realize that you could…I just thought that since you’ve got that super soldier thing…”

“I’m not invincible,” he said, his tone sarcastic but not nearly as mean as it could’ve been. “Takes more to do damage. Heal quicker. But I’m not…yea.”

“Hmm,” you hummed in acknowledgment as you applied the second bandage.

“What?”

“No, nothing, I just, I didn’t know. Feels weird to ask.” You chuckled nervously. “God forbid it sounds like a weird threat.”

He glanced over his shoulder at you, looking exhausted but also a little amused. “Didn’t want to ask what it would take to kill me?”

“That’s not what I said,” nervous laughter spilled out of you, your entire face and neck feeling like they were on fire. Stepping away, you threw the little slips of paper from the bandages into the trash, finally looking Bucky in the eye again once you did. “You should be all set. Honestly, if you really do heal quicker, you’ll probably only need those on for the next day or so.”

“Thank you,” he told you as he got up off the stool at the counter.

You nodded, offering up a quiet, “You’re welcome,” as he went back to the fridge again, t-shirt still clutched in his hand. You chuckled softly. “There’s enough to make another quesadilla if you want.”

Things had started to change between the two of you after that. It was slow, gradual, but you noticed it. You never went out of your way to bring up what had happened that night, because really it wasn’t that big of a deal—it wasn’t like you’d had to reattach a limb for him. It was just a couple band-aids. But it was enough to tip the scales just slightly. It started off with small things. When Bucky would cook while you were home, he made enough for both of you. Depending on what you were watching, he’d accept the invite to sit in the living room with you to see whatever show or movie you had on.

Over time, your conversations stopped being quite as one-sided. You didn’t think that Bucky was ever a chatterbox even on his best day, but it did eventually get to the point where he was giving you answers that were more than two or three words at a clip. He’d ask you questions instead of just you asking him things. Not only that, but it seemed like he was actually listening to the answers.

After that first night in the kitchen when you’d been ready to stab Bucky with a kitchen knife, he promised that he’d make sure to text you whenever he got back after a mission, giving you an ETA so you wouldn’t freak out again. It was a small but appreciated gesture. No matter the hour, you were pretty much always up, and always cooking or eating something when he got home. In the back of Bucky’s mind he knew that you did it on purpose, one gesture in return for another, but he didn’t allow himself to process the full weight of it, the real comfort that he could get from it. Too afraid to acknowledge it out loud in fear that it was going to get taken from him.

Then one night after he got home from a mission, walking into the apartment at an hour that was too late to be nighttime but too early still to be morning, he found you standing at the stove in the kitchen. He lingered in the doorway, every muscle in his body feeling exceptionally heavy after how things had played out in the field. As much as part of him had wanted to come straight home and collapse into bed, another part of him was looking forward to the exact sight that was in front of him now.

“It’s nothing fancy,” you said with a laugh as you turned around, one plate in each hand, “but—” You stopped short when you looked up and saw the state that bucky was in. “Holy shit.”

His eyebrows lifted just slightly at your reaction. He knew why you’d reacted that way, but he was too tired to get into it all. You set the plates down on the counter with a light clatter before quickly making your way to the other side of the counter to him. His face was littered with bruises, a small cut through his eyebrow and a few others on his cheek. Nothing that required a doctor’s visit, but you knew that if his face was this bruised, the rest of him was too.

“What happened?” you asked, reaching out to touch his face before you could think better of it.

He flinched slightly at your touch, and it was only then that you realized what you were doing. Bucky saw the panic flash across your face and he wanted to say something, but he couldn’t get it out. It’d been a long time since someone had been gentle like that with him.

“Long story,” he finally said with a shake of his head.

You nodded, trying to be understanding while also knowing there was no way you could try to wrap your head around the situation. “Right.”

Bucky saw the way that your eyes would drift from his to the bruises, worry in your expression as you tried not to stare. It was the most visibly beat up he’d been in a while upon getting home from a mission. Reaching out, Bucky rested his right hand against your shoulder, his grip gentle, warm even through the fabric of your t-shirt. You were extremely aware of the fact that it was the first time Bucky had ever touched you like that, given a passive form of affection.

“It looks bad,” he conceded with a weary chuckle, “but I’m alright.”

The ends of your mouth turned up just slightly as you nodded. “Okay.”

When he came back to the kitchen after changing and dropping off his things, he found you sitting at the counter patiently waiting for him. He plopped down heavily in the seat next to you, neither of you saying much for the moment as you ate what was essentially going to be an extremely early breakfast.

You grabbed both your plates when you’d finished, bringing them to the sink. Checking the time on the stove, you sighed, knowing that you weren’t going to be able to fall back to sleep at that point. The best you were going to be able to hope for was going to bed extremely early the next night to make up for the lost time.

“I’m gonna make coffee,” you said over your shoulder as you grabbed a mug for yourself. “You want some? I know you’re probably just gonna pass out.”

Bucky stared at you, watching you going through the motions of something so simple, something he had definitely seen you do plenty of times before. He cleared his throat. “I’ll take one. I slept on the plane back,” he lied, desperately wanting to sleep but now tempted to try and stay awake with you at least for a little while. “Won’t be able to pass out for a bit.”

He listened to your hum of acknowledgment as you reached up to grab a second mug for him. He sat for a moment, trying to piece apart all the different thoughts and feelings racing through his mind. It was impossible for him to look at anything but you as you leaned forward, bracing your hands on the edge of the counter to keep yourself upright while you waited for the coffee to brew.

Getting up off the stool, Bucky walked over to you. Your mind was miles away, and you didn’t hear him walk up behind you. It wasn’t until he tapped your shoulder that you snapped to attention. You flinched, spinning around since he caught you off-guard. You nearly smacked into him, not expecting him to be standing so close to you. He always managed to leave a buffer between the two of you.

“You okay?” you asked, your voice unsteady when you didn’t mean for it to be.

He nodded. “I’m good.” He paused, racking his brain for the right words. “Thank you,” was all he managed to come up with, but it was better than nothing.

You laughed, a little breathless from the fact that he was still standing so close to you. “It’s nothing.”

Neither of you moved, or spoke, you hardly even breathed in the next few seconds that passed. Bucky didn’t take his eyes off yours and it had you feeling like you were about to melt into the floor. Taking a deep breath and a leap of faith, you reached up towards his face again, your fingertips gingerly touching his cheek. He didn’t pull away, determined not to make the same mistake twice. A smile involuntarily spread across your face at the acceptance of your touch, your hand shifting just slightly so that you could better cup his cheek, your thumb lightly grazing his cheekbone. Your touch ghosted over the bruises blooming over his skin.

You were about to ask him if he was sure that he was alright when he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. It was a split second, over just as soon as it started as he pulled away, trying to gauge just how big of a mistake he’d just made. His eyes searched yours, heart pounding in his chest. You beamed at him for a moment before bringing his lips back to yours, kissing him with purpose, feeling the way that he was instantly trying to meld himself into you.

As the days and weeks ticked by after that, it was as though the two of you started to forget that your apartment had two bedrooms. Most of the time Bucky stayed with you in yours, but every now and then you’d find yourself tucked safely under Bucky’s comforter and in his arms in his room too. There was never a conversation about it, and in the back of your mind you knew that maybe there should’ve been. But it was working so well, the last thing you wanted to do was complicate it, potentially ruining something that was so precariously created between you.

And now here you were, pacing the expanse of your apartment’s living room, waiting for some sort of confirmation from Bucky that he was back home and in one piece. You were used to him going silent, but you usually heard from him before anything about his work hit the news. The fact that the television going in the background had running coverage saying that there had been another successful mission, saying there were more details to come even though there never were, had you on-edge when your phone refused to chime with a message from Bucky.

You spent a few more minutes waiting, pacing, before finally deciding that fuck it, you might as well show up and hope for the best. So you grabbed your keys and took off out of the apartment, making sure that you locked it up on the way out.

You found yourself standing in the lobby of the building, helpless to do anything but stare and gawk at everything around you. You’d never been to their base in Brooklyn—never had a reason to when Bucky lived with you. You didn’t even know where to start.

Luckily, you didn’t have to stand there overwhelmed on your own for too long. You turned your head towards the sound of someone clearing their throat. You knew who he was, because Sam Wilson’s face was everywhere these days, but he had no idea who you were. You would’ve assumed that even if he didn’t have a mildly confused look on his face.

“Something I can help you with?” his tone was cautious.

Clearing your throat, you nodded. “Yea. God, I’m, I’m sorry. I know I probably shouldn’t just,” you fumbled, trying to get your sentences together, “I just, shit. I’m looking for Bucky?”

The confusion on his face intensified. “Bucky?”

“Yea, I’m—”

Whatever the conversation was about to be between you was cut short by the sound of Bucky saying your name. He sounded just as confused as Sam had, only Bucky had a thick layer of annoyance layered on top of the confusion.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, brows knit tightly.

“I just got worried when I saw the news but I didn’t hear anything from you. I thought you—”

“You can’t just come down here,” he cut you off, and for a moment your mind flashed back to how the two of you were months and months ago now. It stung more than you’d bargained for.

“I waited but then I got worried, alright? That’s not, you know, that’s not ridiculous of me. You always tell me when you get back.”

“Sorry,” Sam was looking back and forth between the two of you before his gaze finally landed on Bucky, “but who’s this?”

You both answered simultaneously, but the problem was your answers weren’t the same.

“His girlfriend.”

“My roommate.”

Sam’s eyebrows shot up as he looked back and forth between you. You felt like someone had let all the air out of your lungs, like you were about to deflate and crumple right onto the tiles beneath your feet. Bucky’s annoyance faded only slightly when he registered the words you’d said, but he was still too off-kilter and confused about the entire thing to say or do anything.

“Right,” Sam said, clearly a little uncomfortable. He turned to you. “Well, it was nice meeting you. I’ll leave you two to…this.”

You shook your head, trying to ignore the sting of tears in your eyes, the smoldering anger you could feel in the pit of your chest. You made sure not to take it out on Sam. “I’ll leave. I’m sure you have important things to take care of. It was really nice meeting you, Sam.” You turned your head to look at Bucky. “Guess I’ll see you at home, roomie.”

Bucky only got half your name out before you turned on your heel and started to take off for the door. He sighed, chin dropping to his chest. Finally picking his head back up, he looked over at Sam, who was just shaking his head at him.

“What?” Bucky snapped.

“You messed up,” Sam said with a laugh, clearly not feeling any pity for the man standing with him.

“Helpful. Thanks.”

Sam shook his head. “She was just worried about you, man.”

Bucky sighed, not wanting to get into all of it. Nodding towards the elevator he said, “Can we just wrap this up?”

Sam chuckled, getting more amusement out of Bucky’s situation than he should’ve. The damage done wasn’t irreparable, which was the only reason he found any humor in it. “Sure.”

When Bucky got back to the apartment later that night, he opened the door to find all of the lights off. He let out a deep sigh as he stepped inside. He dropped his bags just inside the door, untying his boots and leaving them there as well. He maneuvered through the apartment in the dark until he landed himself outside your bedroom door. He saw the thin strip of light coming out from underneath it, so he knew that you were home and most likely still awake.

Taking a deep breath, he gave your door a couple light knocks as he said your name. When he didn’t get a response, he rested his forehead against the wood paneling of the door. “Please let me in.”

After a few long seconds of silence, you said, “It’s open.”

Bucky let out a sigh of relief as he turned the doorknob and let himself in. Once he stepped inside, he shut the door behind him again, like it was an extra layer of privacy in your already empty apartment. He leaned back against the door, giving you some space as he watched you purposely not look up from your laptop.

“Wanna talk about it?” he asked, resting the back of his head against the door.

You shrugged, fingers flying across the keyboard, still not looking up at him. “Is there something you think we need to talk about?”

He knew that he deserved some of the attitude. It was only fair. Letting out a sigh, he pushed off the door and walked over so that he could sit on the edge of your bed. “I didn’t expect you to show up like that. It caught me off-guard.”

You finally looked up at him, anger in your eyes but sadness too. “What would you like me to do instead next time I think you’re in a hospital or dead somewhere, Bucky?”

He tucked his chin towards his chest for a moment. “Things just got hectic. I didn’t have time—”

“I get it,” you said, and honestly you did. But it did nothing to mitigate your worry. “But do you get where I’m coming from? I,” you shook your head, “I count on you to tell me you’re alright because no one else will. Your team doesn’t know me. I’m not gonna get a phone call or a visit from someone who works for you guys. I’m just your fucking roommate so—”

“Hey,” he cut you off, resting his hand on your arm as he did, “stop.”

You leaned back against your headboard. “Your words, not mine.”

He frowned as he nodded. “I know.”

“That was shitty.”

He nodded again. “I know.”

You sighed, finally setting your laptop off to the side. “I know that we never really talked about everything with us, and that’s, you know, that’s on me too.” You paused, waiting for him to look you in the eyes. “But do you really just think of me as your—”

“No,” his voice was as genuine as it’d ever been. “I just, I froze up. I wasn’t expecting to see you there, wasn’t expecting Sam to—” he huffed, stopping himself short as he shook his head. “You’re not just my roommate.”

A weak smile crossed your lips. “Good.”

“I don’t wanna lose you,” he confessed.

You shook your head. “I don’t wanna lose you either.” You let out a soft laugh. “Which is why you gotta let me know you’re okay when you get home.”

He smiled, nodding. “That’s fair.”

Letting out a deep breath, your body relaxing a bit for the first time all night, you took his hands in yours and pulled him into you. “Come here.” You draped your arms around his neck in a hug, feeling the way his arms wound around your waist.

He pressed a kiss to the side of your head. “I’m sorry.”

You let your head rest in the crook of his neck for a moment before pulling away so you could get a good look at his face. You gently cupped his cheek. “It’s okay.”

He let his forehead drop to rest against yours. “We okay?”

“Depends,” you said, a little bit of laughter in your voice. “If I’m not just your roommate, does that mean I’m your girlfriend?”

He chuckled, nodding. “Yea, it means your my girlfriend.”

You beamed, leaning in to kiss him. “Good.” Pulling away from him, you swung your legs over the edge of your bed, standing up and holding your hand out for him to join you. “Come on.” You saw the confusion on his face as he put his hand in yours and elaborated. “There is still plenty of time for our homecoming snack.”

He smiled as he let you tug him off the bed. “Lead the way.”

[just-another-siimp]

Surface Pressure 141 x Reader HCs

Just a dumb bunch of thoughts about the 141st members reacting to their S/O giving them a massage, i crave fluff so i'm writing it for myself. If you guys like this please reblog! It gives me my daily serotonin boost.

word count: 1.3k Warnings: Unsure, if you find any let me know <3.

Captain John Price

We all know that as Captain, John is under a lot of pressure to not only keep his team alive but to get results.

A lot of the stress that he has is held in his shoulders, it doesn't help that post mission he spent a lot of his time hunched over a desk completing reports.

Massages often helped.

You often bought him coffee in the early hours of the morning, strong and dark the perfect combination to get him through the rest of his reports.

Even with exhaustion hanging over you, you'd stay by his side. Keeping him company until he joined you in bed.

You sat on your phone, idly scrolling through the news trying to catch up on the normal of aspects of life you missed while deployed. In the three months since you'd been away there was another royal scandal, the clicking of keys stopped drawing your attention away from the click bait article you'd been occupying yourself with.

Looking up you noticed how John rubbed his shoulder, sighing as he checked over his work before turning to you. When your eyes met he smiled and you practically melted, rolling the chair closer to his side in order to steal a kiss to the cheek before you lost him to his reports again.

"I'm almost done, love. Won't be long now." Your hand reached out to his, squeezing gently as you stood fingers sliding up his arm and the shoulder he'd been rubbing just moments prior. Wordlessly you added a small amount of pressure, both hands now gently massaging the tension away. John leaned back in his chair, head lulling to the side as his hands reached up to hold yours. In a matter of seconds he'd completely melted in his chair, blue eyes staring lovingly up at you.

"You've been sitting at this desk too long, dear." "Hmm if you keep this up I'll never get the reports done."

"That's the point."

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Gaz always has an air of 'calm' surrounding him, it's the reason why you'd fallen in love with him. Even under pressure he never seemed to crack, though that didn't change the fact that even he could grow angry and frustrated.

Anger was often a result of exhaustion, nightmares, aching limps keeping him awake or the worst possible thing. Your young neighbours throwing a house party at 2am on a tuesday.

You'd hate to admit it but even you were growing tense with the near constant thudding of bass boosted music. The party did eventually end, only with police intervention. Which was probably for the best, because if either of you had gone next door it would not have been a nice encounter.

Even after the nights drama Gaz couldn't sleep, he'd continued to toss and turn next to you. No amounts of spooning able to quench the frustration he felt.

Gaz had gotten up to get a glass of water from the kitchen, you sat up listening to the sound of footsteps padding back into the room. He gave you an apologetic smile as he placed the glasses down, that's when you realised. He'd bought you water too. This man was far too sweet to be real.

"Sorry to wake you Sweetheart."

"Come 'ere"

Your voice was coated in sleep, soft and sweet as you reached out for him. As he knelt down on the bed he pulled you into a kiss, something soft and sweet hidden within all of his anger and frustration.

"Lay down."

"Is that an order?" He's smirking at you, you're rolling your eyes at him. Despite the sass he still lays down, on his stomach. Fingers tugging lightly at the shirt you wore, it belonged to him once upon a time. Doing your best not to accidentally knee Kyle in the ribs you straddled his back, hands running down his back.

"Don't be a shit, Kyle."

"Yes ma'am."

In a matter of seconds he was putty in your hands, muscles relaxing under your expert hands as they pushed out the knots in his back. Fifteen minutes later he was fast asleep, with you laying on his back like a weighted blanket. Both finally sleeping peacefully.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Ghost isn't the type to enjoy a massage, or any form of TLC really. The feeling of hands on his shoulders send him back to the battlefield, the weight on his back makes him feel like he's suffocating.

Even with you he's not fond of a massage, if you start to rub his shoulders or back he'll guide you into a a hug. Often smothering you in a cuddle, or returning the favour and offering to give you a massage instead.

What he does like however, is his hands being played with.

Simon can't explain it, but the feeling of your fingers gently pinching the pressure point between his thumb and forefinger is relaxing.

The movie had long since been abandoned, yet it still played softly in the background. You and Simon hadn't moved from the couch since dinner, takeout containers sitting empty on floor instead of being disposed of immediately. 'It won't hurt for the floor to be messy for a few hours' Simon had said, his attempt at keeping you on the couch successful. He'd sat with his back against the armrest, you between his legs so he could stop you from leaving. So you wouldn't have been able to say no either way.

Your hands had taken one of his, gently massaging away the ache that had settled in during the cool evening. He told you he was starting to get old, you rolled your eyes and reminded him that you're both the same age.

As the ending title began to play you shifted, releasing his hand as you attempted to get up. The same hand you'd been holding moments early snaking back around your waist and pulling you back to him.

"Where are you going?"

"To pee"

"I'm coming with you." At that comment you smack his hand, standing up.

"Clingy are we?"

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish

Johnny is very much a head rub kinda guy, he would start world war three if it meant getting a head rub.

that's an exaggeration, he wouldn't.. unless- jk

He likes to sit in front of you on the couch while you play with his mohawk, normally he pulls your leg over his shoulder and will massage your calf or foot.

He doesn't want you to feel left out

but when he's stressed tho? like mega stressed all of the tension in his body goes to his neck. He ends up getting Migraines so bad he sits in a dark until they go away. When on a mission it's worse.

As the sun went down the chill in the safe house grew, huddling closer to the fire you waited for Soap to come out of the shower. He'd been in there for longer than usual, you could only assume that it was as a result of the exhaustion that had overtaken both of you.

If it wasn't for the chill that had set in you'd probably have fallen asleep in bed, but you'd wait for Johnny first. After all snuggling was the best way to achieve warmth, or so he liked to remind you. The door swung open behind you, footsteps skipping right past you as he flopped down on the bed.

It was clear as day and you knew the signs, he had one of those Migraines again.

"mo ghràdh.. I'm so tired."

"Come get into bed properly, love. Then you can sleep."

Once you were both snuggled up under the covers, your hand rested on the back of his neck. Thumb sliding up from his shoulder just to the base of his ear, adding a little pressure before going back to it's starting position.

"Y/N-"

"Shh, go back to sleep."

"Thank you.."

Within a few minutes you'd both drifted off to sleep.

[eldritch-spouse]

pinnie mummy thank you for feeding us on the daily mwah. feel free to ignore this as it's very self indulgent but I've just finished work at 2 am again and I can't stop thinking about sth. Who do you think would like (or at the very least be able to handle) a workaholic partner - and who'd absolutely loathe it? Workaholic as in - 'I need to finish this I can't talk to anyone or get distracted by anything till I get stuff done'.

Would enjoy/get along with a workaholic:

Pinter thinks that's the fucking spirit right there! A good worker is a good partner! Your sheer determination to get things done quickly and to never leave loose ends makes him value you immensely as a person and partner. He'll be right beside you pulling 2 to 3am work shifts.

Patches feels a bit more at home with someone who understands what it's like to have a lot of work in their hands. Whether or not you're passionate about said work is a whole other story, but he's the type of guy that will pull all-nighters without hesitation. The dullahan does worry for your health though, he's undead -It can't get much worse- You're alive.

Morell is a hard worker as well. He gets into he hum drum of routine very easily and he's not fond of distractions, to the point where he might tell others to shut the fuck up while he works. This means that he'll understand when you need focus and won't push much, though there comes a time where he forcibly makes you stop.

Cero works harder than you'd expect. Sure, he's an arrogant cunt, but some of his genuine and well-earned pride comes from the fact that he's a diligent worker. He silently admires your dedication, even if all you hear is an insult about not being able to find a balance.

Rieba and Jayde are hard working imps, they see a lot of themselves in you. And while one is more visibly stressed than the other, both are kind of hot messes and appreciate someone who can empathize with their 2am struggles.

**Hudsyn hopes your all-nighters are born of feverish mania and energetic episodes like his, but that might not be the case, it usually isn't. Still, he's there to make sure you don't pass out. And, if you choose to, he's there to pick you up.

Can "handle it":

Zizz can handle a workaholic, in the sense that he'll set a timer for how long into the night you're allowed to stay awake, then will make his way over to you, put a hand on your head and swiftly make you conk the fuck out for as long as he deems necessary.

Belo and Jonesy love your sense of duty! It's truly a beautiful thing to see in a lesser. You're exemplary and so very determined, they swoon at the sight alone. However, Jonesy is quick to dictate that you can no longer keep working after a set amount of time, and Belo will join in on your task when he notices it's getting too late for a human to be up.

Nebul likes discipline. It's nice to know that you don't have trouble focusing on a specific task for long periods of time, that you don't complain about it. He's filing that way for later, when it's time to train you. That being said, the wraith is very much willing to use his authoritative presence to intimidate you out of exhausting yourself.

Flints, much like Nebul, enjoys someone who can focus easily and isn't so easily swayed out of their responsibilities. But he's going to stand next to you silently at some point, tapping a bat on his palm. It's only a matter of time until he starts heading your way with that bat if you don't go the fuck to sleep.

Hates it:

Roch doesn't like seeing you work that much, it genuinely makes him stress out over you. It's bad, like at least take some naps! He'll go out of his way to get on your lap or fall asleep on your work like a house cat. That's enough for a day, stop it.

Fank-e can't stand seeing you so focused for so long at a time. He gets antsy over not having enough interaction with you and can't stay quiet for too long, so your annoyed outbursts will hurt him. He just doesn't know what to do aside from sit there and fidget, forcing himself to be quiet, or just leave.

Fasma won't quit chastising you over how destructive those habits are for your health. Like, you might as well start smoking kid, the way you want to get a burnout, back problems or a depressive episode- You're too young to be doing that shit to your body, take a fucking breather...

Obie likewise doesn't enjoy seeing you stay up so late over things that, to him, seem trivial. Stuff you could finish later or tomorrow. It reminds him of his mom, how she sometimes had to work much more than most sloth demons tolerate, and it would occasionally show in the way her mood would plummet.

Grimbly will perceive this as being ignored and will immediately hate it. There'll be many petty comments about how you don't even really need to work that specific job anyway. Sure, he likes to be spoiled, but working at The Clergy's Eye means he probably makes a lot more money than you, you know?

**[The ending of our little game with Hudsyn will alter him permanently as a character, meaning that depending on how things go, he'll behave very differently in many scenarios. So, in case things sour and you're reading this in the future thinking "That's not the Hudd I know", just know that we're still mid-game here :7]

[maristarfish]

"I still have work tonight, I'm afraid..."

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Neuvillette x reader - Established relationship - Fluff - No use of y/n

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You let out a yawn as you organize clothes you had washed earlier. They're now all dry and ready to be put away. It was late at night and you decided to wait until Neuvillette came back from work. Your schedules are so twisted that this week, the only times you get to see him are when he kisses you goodbye in the morning.

You hear keys and the front door opening. You leap up from the clothes, dropping them on the floor to go over to see your husband coming in. Surprise on his face when he sees you awake.

He closes the door behind him and locks it. "What are you doing awake?" Neuvillette pulls you into an embrace, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He missed you dearly but the fact that you're awake at this hour still bothers him.

You smile brightly and melt into his embrace. "I was waiting for you, of course."

"You don't have to do that, darling... Though, I do appreciate it." He lifted up his head to look at you again.

"It's okay. I wanted to see you." You answered, raising your hands to cup his cheeks. You meet your lips to his, kissing him.

He kisses you back, just as lovingly. When you pull away, you think he might want to go to bed right away.

"Let's go to bed, hm?" You smile.

"Well... I still have work to do tonight, I'm afraid."

Your smile fades. "What? I thought you were done.."

"I was told I should go home early today by Sedene. Unfortunately, I didn't get to finish before that time."

You pout and purposely look more disappointed than you were. "That's fine." You walk over to the clean laundry and grab a blanket, wrapping it around yourself before walking into Neuvillettes' workspace.

Your husband follows in confusion. You grab a book and curl up in one of the chairs closest to his. The blanket covering you from head to toe.

Neuvillette can't help but smile. "And you're doing...?"

"I'm going to stay here until you finish and make sure you don't doze off!"

"Ah.. Is that so?" He puts a stack of papers on his desk before walking up to you. He picks you up as the cuddled ball you are with no further question. It surprises you a little.

"Neuvi? You're not going to drag me to bed, are you? I wanna stay here."

"No. Over there, you are too far away," He sits down in his chair with you in his lap, you remain in the same position you were before. Except, Neuvillette's left arm was now holding you close to him. He picks up his pen and starts working.

"Won't I be in the way?" You examine the way he is just working with one hand. Honestly, he makes everything look so effortless.

He doesn't answer. Instead, he just holds you closer to him. As if that was some kind of response.

You accepted it quickly and decided to keep an eye on him. Can't let him fall asleep without you!

You sit there in his arms, occasionally looking up to see his face. His embrace is so warm added on to the warmth of the blanket. You can't help but get sleepy.

Next thing you know, you open your eyes and it's obvious you fell asleep. Neuvillette's presence heavier as he slightly leans over you, sleeping.

You wiggle your hands free and take the pen out of his own hand, setting it on the table. You tap your husband awake, inviting him to go into your shared room to sleep more comfortably.

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Word count: 633

I love this idea a lot 😭 Sorry if there's any grammar mistakes I wrote this at 2am! ˙ᵕ˙

[panicloser]

ddlc hcs: are they a morning or night person?

Monika

-she's naturally a night person but she tries to be morning person for the sake of her schedule

-due to school and other responsibilities she puts importance in being punctual therefore often making herself wake up early, it unfortunately doesn't come naturally to her however

-as she mentioned in the side stories, she often gets distracted doing things late at night. She truly enjoys staying up late into the night when she's finally done with her day and she's granted some time to relax and engage in the things she enjoys or explore new curiosities 

-She tries, she truly does try to go to bed early, she sets herself a specific time, get herself ready and everything but more often than not she can't help herself from indulging a little. 

-That little turns into a lot leaving her to set numerous alarms, chug coffee and shower blast herself in the morning

-this was the start of her coffee addiction by the way

-she adores those weekends or any mornings where she doesn't have a specific responsibility for the day, allowing her to finally stay up like a 2am gremlin and get a nice peaceful sleep in in the morning

-the days she gets to sleep in are very precious to her. If you wake her up early on a day when she doesn't need to you'll earn yourself a piercing death glare (green eyed stare hehe). Her passive aggressive grumpiness will last until she gets her sleep or an unhealthy amount of coffee. 

-again that theme of her responsibility is more something she's had to teach herself over time rather than something natural

Sayori

-don't have as many hcs for her cuz we already the answer to this but I still got some

-we know she struggles with getting up in the morning and such so obviously not a morning person 

-honestly, Sayori doesn't feel like she's a morning or night person but she stays up late into the night regardless

-usually not really by choice. she tries to go to bed but usually her mind is still awake and keeps her busy with heavy thoughts leaving her to not wanna wake up in morning

-she has at least some mild insomnia, her thoughts keep her up for hours and it's worse depending on how bad her mood is

-she often just accepts it and tries to distract herself with simple activities or videos on her phone and other random stuff

-If she has the energy she'll write a poem, some of her best stuff comes out at this time.

-y'know when you're a kid and you have that fear of being the last one to fall asleep? Well Sayori had that except she never grew out of it. Despite that she's still the often the last one to fall asleep.

-sometimes, especially on sleepovers, she gets a big burst of energy right before she crashes and passes out

-in the mornings she tries to get herself out of bed by thinking of things to look forward to that day

-loves sleeping when she can get it right

-sorry these r kinda depressing, anyway next character

Yuri

-okay hear me out, she's a morning person and a night person

-as you'd expect, Yuri stays up late reading or getting invested in another one of her interests

-as she mentioned in the side stories, she can get distracted with things at night, gets lost in it. 

-Sometimes she forgets that sleeping is a thing you're supposed to do and suddenly its 3am (devils hour lol anyone remember that?)

-she loves it though, she loves having that special time to herself where the world is quiet and dark, she feels like she can really be herself

-but as much as she loves that, she also feels just as refreshed waking up early

-she loves waking up early, before everyone else

-she gets a couple hours or so before her day starts just to wake up and get herself ready at her own pace 

-drink some tea, read, shower, that kinda stuff. It's like a calming ritual all to herself and it makes her feel more ready for the day.

-this often ends up in her not actually getting that much sleep, but she's used to it

-I can see Yuri being the kind of person who doesn't need that much sleep to function

-she can function perfectly fine on 2 hours of sleep without a drop of coffee or nothing

-she doesn't even get really tired that often she's a mad woman, she's just built different

Natsuki

-last but not least Natsuki, the only one I think wouldn't be a night person

-its not like she's an 8am freak or something, she thinks going to bed that early is loser behaviour

-but she prefers not to go to bed at like 1am or something, in a shining moment of responsiblity she usually tires to go to bed the earliest out of the four of them

-she prefers starting her day early and having sufficient time to chill and get herself and everything ready perfectly just the way she likes

-thought that's her preference, she doesn't always get the privilege of this

-at her house with her dad she gets anxious at night. She doesn't feel as comfortable in the same house as him

-she often waits until he falls asleep first before she's able to sleep and sometimes that can be much later than she likes

-and then she wakes up later than she wants. she doesn't sleep in so much that's she risks being late but it definitely doesn't give her enough time to relax

-so when she's sleeping somewhere else where she feels much safer she'll be the first to pass out and she can actually stick to her preferred routine

-she gets embarrassed about knocking out early but the others assure her it's fine

-sometimes when she's anxious about something her anxiety will wake her up (definitely not projecting no no no)

Quick extra Bonus (To push the Natsuri agenda real quick)

-I imagine if they all lived together, Natsuki & Yuri find out that they wake up around the same time, earlier than the other, so most mornings they get that time to themselves to chill and talk and be gay or whatever together :]

(I wanna write down some more of my natsuri hcs some time btw)

[danielfuckingricciardo]

All I Want For Christmas Is You - Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Pairing - Daniel Ricciardo x Reader (University AU)

Word Count - probably around 3k ish?

Content Warnings - swearing, smutty references, but just fluff

Synopsis - You and Daniel had been dancing around one another all year, and so at the Christmas party hosted by your lecturers, he finally decides to make a move via your favourite obscure Christmas song.

Author’s Note - I don’t write a lot of AU fics, except for the massive one that will be coming your way in the new year!! Keep your eyes peeled for that!! But this goes out to all my fellow former emo kids. Congrats, you made it, though like me you probably still have some MCR in your Spotify playlists. Anyways, enjoy this one, and I’m sorry it wasn’t actually posted on the day I said I would post it! I am battling against the seasonal plague (I have a sore throat) and so I got an early night last night instead of staying awake to write till 2am lol 😂

Inspired by the My Chemical Romance cover of Mariah Carey’s All I Want For Christmas is You

You had only begrudgingly agreed to attend the Christmas party your lecturers had arranged to celebrate the festive season. All of your favourite outfits were stashed away in your laundry bag ready to take home, allowing you to take advantage of your parents’ washing and drying facilities. After all, the laundry room was always full, and it never really left your clothes smelling right, and you had to pay £7.50 for the privilege.

But your friend Yasmine had dragged you out shopping as she searched for an outfit for the party, and so when you spotted that one outfit in the window, you thought ‘fuck it’ and drained your bank account to almost empty. It wouldn’t be until January when your next student loan dropped, but you wouldn’t exactly be spending much while stuck back at home.

Besides, the party would be your last chance to see Daniel before you all left, travelling across the country, and in his case, across the world to spend Christmas with your families.

It was your second year of university, and the small group of students who hadn’t dropped out during first year were all eager to celebrate and say goodbye, especially to your lecturers who were all pretty chill and had become like friends themselves throughout the past semester.

The group chat had been filled with people sharing their eager anticipation for tonight, letting you know who would be bringing what drinks, who would be hosting pre’s and afters at their flat, and all manner of other things.

George had been the one to organise most things, after all, he was the most eager to say goodbye, having to return home to his stuffy home in the country where the only company would be cows and the odd sheep for the Christmas season. He wanted the first half of the year to go out with a bang, and so, you found yourself pressing the buzzer to the gate to be allowed into the boys’ flat to get a little drunk, before going out to get even more drunk, and then returning again to get progressively drunker and to inevitably end up passing out on the sofa again.

“Who goes there?” The voice on the intercom says, and you roll your eyes.

“George, for fucks sake, do we have to answer three riddles before you’ll let us in? It’s fucking freezing out here.” Yasmine says, and you chuckle, pulling your jacket tighter around your body to protect yourself from the cold winter air.

“Not this time, I’ve had too many to think of a riddle, never mind three. I’ll buzz you in, Daniel’ll be down to let you in.” George says, and the gate beeps, slowly swinging open.

You walk over to block B, your heels clicking on the ground as you walk past a group of students sharing a spliff.

“Alright?” Daniel says, his head peeking around the door.

“I’m fucking freezing and these shoes are hurting already.” Yasmine says, pushing past Daniel into the warm corridor of their building.

“I’d lend you mine, but I think they’d be too big for you. But hey, you know what they say about men with big feet?” Daniel says, a cocky smile on his lips as you enter the building.

“Big socks?” You respond quickly, as he guides you down the corridor towards their flat.

“You betcha.” He says, and he opens the door, which was already leaking sounds of voices and some pop song you didn’t recognise.

The boys all cheer as you enter the kitchen, setting down the bottle of vodka you had been carrying onto the counter.

“Ah, you legend!” George exclaims, “you want a drink?”

“Sure!” You respond, and George pours a large measure of cheap vodka into a plastic cup, topping it off with some coke.

“I’m taking my shoes off, they hurt like a bitch, no one look at my feet!” Yasmine yells, steadying herself on your shoulder as she pops off both shoes.

“Be careful, Lando has a foot fetish.” Daniel says, and the boys erupt into laughter.

“I do not! Besides, I’ve seen your feet enough to put me off them even if I did.” Lando says, poking Daniel in the chest.

“So you admit, you did have a foot fetish.” Daniel says, his head tilted slightly as Lando turns a dark shade of red.

“No matter what I say, I’m not gonna look good after this, am I?” Lando says, turning to you with a chuckle.

“No, he’s backed you into a corner there, Lan.” You say, rolling your eyes at Daniel as you pat Lando on the shoulder to put him at ease.

You throw yourself down on the sofa next to Charles, whose head was buried in some textbook you vaguely recognise.

“The grind never stops, eh Charles?” You ask him, and he looks over at you.

“It’s interesting! I was just getting to the end of this chapter before I joined in with whatever those idiots are doing.” Charles says, his eyes returning to the page and scanning quickly downwards.

“I’ll go and pour you a drink, you’re going to need it if the music playing in here gets any worse.” You say, standing up and wandering over to the counter.

The rest of the guys were already several drinks in, and George was trying to convince Alex to try the local IPA he was drinking by describing the taste in excessive detail. Alex was smiling and nodding along, but clearly checked out of the conversation. George had simply had too many drinks already to notice.

The boys flat consisted of George, Daniel, Lando, Alex, Charles and Max. The six of them had decided to live together following the first year after all hating their original housemates. They had asked you and Yasmine to join too, but you decided against it, instead opting for a small two bedroom flat a few streets away, ‘the boring flat’ the boys had dubbed it. You were sure they would have driven you crazy, just spending time with them during lectures was enough, and you didn’t fancy having to put up with their antics 24/7.

You had however ended up sleeping on their sofa more than once as the club you often frequented was right next door, and the boys were always far too drunk to walk you home. But you found that Daniel was always sober enough to pass you a blanket each and every time. The blanket that smelled just like him, and your drunk self would often wrap up within it and pretend he was right beside you.

It was so embarrassing, but you had a big crush on Daniel. You had from the first day you met him, when he showed up in his ripped black skinny jeans and Bring Me The Horizon t-shirt, with chipped black polish on his habitually-chewed fingernails. He liked all the same bands as you, he played guitar, and he had a wicked sense of humour. To you, he ticked all the boxes, he was perfect. You just wished that he felt the same way about you.

Daniel wasn’t one to shy away from flirtation, and received a lot of attention from the other people on your course, and he always managed to pull someone whenever you went out. You minded, of course you did, but what could you say? You’d only make a fool of yourself. So you would just glance at him every so often, his tongue lodged down some other person’s throat in the club, and wish he’d see you that way. You wished he wanted to kiss you like that too.

What you didn’t see, was that whenever you turned away, he would look at you too. Knowing that whoever he may or may not go home with that night wouldn’t be you. But you weren’t interested in him, right? You were just a friend, a friend with their life together who was so much better than he was in every respect. You’d never waste your time with someone like him.

“Lando’s playlists are shit, aren’t they?” Daniel says as he slides in next to you at the counter.

“You know I prefer something a little heavier, but you know how it was when we dragged everyone to emo night… They did nothing but complain and then went for a kebab at 2am.” You say as you empty the remainder of the cheap vodka into Charles’ cup.

“True, I started playing Slipknot earlier and they threatened to go on cleaning strike unless I turned it off. And no song is worth being forced to clean Max’s jizz off the shower screen without moral support.” Daniel says, and you burst into laughter.

“And you wonder why I didn’t want to live with you guys.” You say, rolling your eyes as you top up Charles’ cup with sprite.

“Did someone say my name?” Max says as he enters the kitchen, a vodka red bull in hand.

“No, no, must have been the song.” Daniel says, firing a quick wink in your direction before taking a sip of his own drink.

“Yo, Charles, time to get drinking, you’re lagging behind!” You say, leaning over the back of the sofa to pass Charles the cup.

Charles sets his book down beside him and takes a sip, his mouth twisting as the drink which was mostly vodka hits his palette.

“Did you actually put any mixer in there? Fuck.” Charles says, his face still slightly twisted.

“It’s the (y/n) special, 3 parts vodka to one part sprite. You need to catch up with the rest of us.” You say, and Daniel laughs beside you.

“We are going to a Christmas party with our lecturers in ten minutes, you know? I don’t think we want to be pissed before we get there, might not be the best impression, eh?” Charles says.

“I think it might be too late for that.” Daniel says, gesturing over and Alex and George who were already considerably drunk.

“Well, we’d better get going anyway. Yasmine, get your shoes back on. Alex, Lando, scrape up what’s left of George from the sofa. Charles, down that drink. Max and Daniel, let’s go!” You say, grabbing your bag from the counter and holding the kitchen door open.

“Yes, ma’am.” Daniel says, saluting you mockingly as he squeezes by, his hand brushing yours for a split second as he does.

You managed to herd the boys into the university building and to the large room your lecturers had booked to host the Christmas party.

You were all offered a glass of Prosecco on arrival, which you took graciously and nursed as you talked to your lecturers about the previous semester.

“Next semester we’ll be doing the pairs presentation. We wanted to make it interesting, so we’re assigning the pairings.” Sebastian, the leader of the course says, and you nod your head.

“Any hints on who I’m partnered with? I’m not all that keen on surprises.” You say, tilting your head inquisitively.

“I’m not allowed to say names at this point, but if you list off some names I may nod if you say the correct one.” He says, and you rack your brain to try and guess who you might be paired with.

“Yasmine?” You say, and Sebastian remains still.

“Charles?” He doesn’t move.

“Max?” Sebastian takes a sip from his glass of red wine.

“Alex?” Yet again, no movement.

“Daniel?” You finally say, and Sebastian tilts his head up and down ever so slightly.

“Really? Why him?” You say, and Sebastian places his finger to his lips, shaking his head at you slightly.

“I thought you’d be stoked to be paired with someone of my level of genius.” Daniel says, appearing from behind you with two glasses in his hands.

“Eavesdropping, are we?” You say, waggling your finger at Daniel as you would a naughty child.

“Nope. I just have keen ears.” He says, a cheeky grin on his face.

“I’ll leave you two be. You’ll have a lot of work to be doing together after Christmas.” Sebastian says, before walking away to talk to some of the other students.

“Okay, so, you, me, a weed brownie, a PowerPoint presentation, and a perfectly curated playlist made by yours truly. Doesn’t that sound like the all-night library session from heaven?” Daniel says, and you roll your eyes at him.

“You see, this is why I’d rather be paired with Yasmine or Charles. They’d take the assignment seriously!” You say, downing the rest of the sparkling wine in your glass.

“Hey, doing things the Daniel way hasn’t failed me yet.” He says, gesturing openly with his hands.

“Yet being the operative word.” You fire back.

“Oh, you know you love me really, you big nerd.” He says, and how desperately you want to exclaim ‘yes! Yes I do love you! I want to kiss you and do lots of kinky sex things with you!’ But instead you roll your eyes again.

“Here, I have a spare, you want?” Daniel says, gesturing to you with the full glass of Prosecco in his left hand.

“Sure. God knows next semester I’m gonna need it.” You say as you take the glass and swallow half of the alcoholic beverage.

“Look, DJ Lando has taken control of the playlists here too. I think he’s actually playing his own stuff now.” Daniel says, pointing to where Lando and George are stood beside the speaker in the corner of the room.

“If he keeps up with this DJ shit then Yasmine might actually jump his bones later.” You say in Daniel’s ear and he looks at you with a shocked expression.

“Lando? Really?” He says rather too loudly, and you shush him.

“She loves a DJ. Now, don’t tell anyone I told you this, but apparently she had a lot of fun with a DJ when she was out in Thailand on her gap year. He still replies to every one of her Instagram stories.” You say, and Daniel laughs.

“Really? I didn’t have her down as the gap-year-romance type.”

“Well, she wasn’t, she just loves a guy with a big deck.” You say, lifting your glass to cover your laughter at your own stupid joke.

“What about you? I’m sure Charles would be down if you just asked him, y’know?” Daniel says, and you look at him, perplexed.

“Me and Charles? Please! What the fuck gave you that idea?” You say, your eyebrows furrowed.

“I don’t know, I suppose the way you always gravitate towards him whenever you visit.” Daniel says, suddenly seeming rather awkward.

“Usually it’s to ask him about what I missed when I snooze my alarm too many times before a 9am lecture.” You laugh, “no, but Charles is nice, he’s just not my type.”

“Oh really? So what is your type?” Daniel asks, and you tilt your head to appear deep in thought.

“Hmm.. I like a guy with a good sense of humour. Aesthetically, I like the tall, dark and handsome types, y’know? Also goth guys, goth guys are really hot. And they’re extra hot if they play guitar.” You say, and Daniel raises his eyebrow.

You feel your cheeks begin to heat up as Daniel leans in to say something in your ear, but he’s interrupted as Lando begins to play a Christmas song, and Alex and George steal him away to dance.

You take a seat on the edge of a table and watch on as everyone dances on the makeshift dance floor, swaying and singing along to the lyrics of that Ariana Grande Christmas song you couldn’t remember the title of.

Daniel pushes his way through the crowd as the song comes to the end and stands in front of you, blocking your view to the rest of the room.

“I put in a request with DJ Lando, this one’s for you. Dance with me?” Daniel says, offering you his hand for you to take.

“You know I don’t really do Christmas songs.” You say, shaking your head at him.

“Oh, I know you like this one.” He says, and you hear that familiar voice begin to play over the speaker system, and gasp. He remembered? But how would he remember such a trivial thing as that from last year?

“Okay, I’ll dance with you.” You say, taking his hand and walking to the dance floor, where many of your friends were confused at the song that was playing. It was familiar, sure, but they hadn’t heard this version before.

You hear the drum beat kick in and immediately start to jump as the guitar plays. Daniel takes your hands in his and spins you around, and the confused people that surrounded you give in to the beat. Eventually, the two of you had formed a mosh pit on the dance floor, and even Lando was pumping his fist aggressively beside the speaker as he stared at his phone.

“How did you remember I liked this version?” You shout over the music at Daniel.

“You told me you liked it, last year, when I asked what song you were listening to.” Daniel says.

“Yeah, I remember, but how do you?” You say.

“I guess I wanted to. I remember everything about you, (y/n).” He says, and you feel yourself blushing as he takes a step closer to you.

“That’s really sweet Daniel.” You say.

“I can be sweet, sometimes, when I want to be, especially for someone I-“ Daniel stops talking as the song transitions into a slow 80s song. You recognise the melody as True by Spandau Ballet, a song more commonly played at a wedding disco than a college party.

Lando looks over at Daniel, giving him a thumbs up with a smug grin on his face.

“Oh I’m going to kill him.” Daniel says, shaking his head.

“Go on, finish your sentence.” You say, looking up at Daniel as you sway your body to the music.

“I can be sweet, for someone I love.” Daniel says, and without thinking, you pull him in closer, crashing your lips to his.

“And that, ladies and gentleman, is why I am the greatest DJ who ever lived.” Lando says, and both you and Daniel stick out your middle fingers at him almost simultaneously.

By midnight, you were all kicked out of your university building, with plans to return to the boys’ flat to continue the party with a few more drinks and more of Lando’s DJing talents.

“What even was that version of the song? I’ve literally never heard it before.” Alex says.

“It’s a cover, from a while back now. All I Want For Christmas is You by My Chemical Romance. It’s more to my taste than the original.” You say as you walk briskly beside him, trying to keep warm in the cold night air.

“Oh, it’s very you. But how did Daniel know to play it?” Charles interjects.

“Because he’s embarrassingly in love with her, and remembered she liked it after she told him last year. Get with it, Charles.” George yells, his verbal filter completely gone as a result of his drunken state, and Daniel blushes.

“He’s not the only one embarrassingly in love, (y/n) has wanted to lick whipped cream off of his surprisingly toned body since day one.” A very drunk Yasmine chuckles as she wobbles into Lando on the pavement.

“It was a dream I had one night, don’t read too much into that.” You say, and Daniel looks at you with his eyebrow raised.

“We don’t have any cream, but you’re welcome to the caramel sauce and sprinkles in my cupboard.” Max says, and you jab him in the back.

“I feel like I’m being ganged up on here. Just wait till you guys hear about Yasmine’s thing she has about DJs.” You say, and it’s Yasmine’s turn to blush.

“(Y/n)!” She exclaims, running up to you in her heels to slap you on the shoulder playfully.

“Hey, you might be in there Lando, unless she only likes good DJs.” Alex says, and you chuckle as Lando shouts an ‘oi!’ from the back of your walking party.

You reach the gate of the boys’ building and stop as Daniel pulls out his keycard.

“Oh, we’re going to go to the club next door, do you wanna join? Or are you two going to be occupied with Max’s caramel sauce?” George asks, and you scoff.

“Do you wanna go out? I don’t feel much like clubbing right now, my ears are ringing after George’s rendition of Sweet Caroline.” Daniel asks.

“I’ll stay here with Daniel, you guys have fun though!” You shout as they begin to walk away, sending a herd of whoops, cheers and wolf whistles in your direction.

You shake your head at them as your enter the courtyard and Daniel opens the door to his flat for you to step into.

It was surprisingly quiet without the other guys in it, and the situation you found yourself in suddenly felt all too real.

“Would you like to join me in my room?” Daniel asks, and your eyes go wide, “I’m not trying to sleep with you, I���m not that sleazy, it’s just, the radiator in the lounge is broken so it’s warmer in my room.”

“Sounds good. I don’t think I’ve seen your room before, and I like being nosy.” You chuckle as you follow him to the door marked with a number 3.

He pushes the door open and you follow him inside, noticing the guitar resting against the desk, a half-dead succulent beside his laptop, and an arrangement of photos stuck on the wall.

“Did you take all these?” You ask, studying the photos one by one.

“Yeah, it’s a little hobby of mine. I’m not very good, but I like to capture important moments so I can look back on ‘em later.” He says, standing beside you, resting his hand on your shoulder.

“It looks nice. Australia, I mean. I’d love to visit some day.” You say, turning to him.

“You could come and visit me in the summer, I’m sure my mum wouldn’t mind making up the spare room, or you could share mine?” He says, letting out an awkward chuckle.

“You know, for someone who I regularly see making out with strangers in the club, you’re quite shy.”

“You’re not just a stranger in a club, (y/n).” Daniel says, reaching out to caress your cheek gently with his fingers.

“All this time I thought you’d never give me a second glance, and yet, here we are.” You say, stepping back to take a seat on the edge of Daniel’s bed.

“Are you kidding me? You’re gorgeous, (y/n), you’re kind, you make me laugh, and you have a killer taste in music. And, as it turns out, excellent taste in guys too.” Daniel says, sitting down beside you.

“So you really do like me? You’re not just having a laugh?” You ask, and Daniel offers you a small smile.

“Why would I be joking? I really like you (y/n), and I’d like it if you stayed with me tonight.” Daniel says, and you place your hand gently on his thigh.

“I’d love to, Daniel.” You say, and he presses a small kiss on your temple.

“This is going to make that presentation much easier to organise next semester.” Daniel says, and you laugh.

The truth is, all you really wanted for Christmas was Daniel, and this year, your Christmas wish had been very much fulfilled.

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Dave and Old Sport Adopt a Kid: Chapter 16

Yo yo yo wassup homies, long time no see! It took a hot minute, but I finally finished this next chapter to my liking, so I hope you like it too! Thanks for your support as always! <3

Also big thanks to @thefandomdork22 and prismcat for sending me their adorable arts of Pruny! I cherish them deeply <333

Full text and fanarts are all under the cut, so have a lovely day!

Chapter 1 Chapter 15 All Chapters Index

Chapter 16

“C'mon, wake up, wake up!”

He wasn't interested in stirring.

“Peter, c'mon, wake up!”

“No, it's way too early…”

But mercilessly, the lights were still turned on, blinding him even through closed eyes. If only he could squint them closed even further…

“Dee, no, go bother Jack…”

His shoulder was rudely nudged back and forth which startled him wide awake.

And his frantic jolt upright also startled the other party who immediately stepped back with a small girl’s gasp.

As he gathered himself to his senses, he saw it was indeed a small girl. But it was that strange purple one of Dave’s, not…

—and the girl was also looking back at him a couple paces back, a look of cautious curiosity written on her face. …Staring at him. Assumedly awaiting his next movement? Sure, he was used to this kind of reaction from most kids, but why had she just nudged him for such an aloof reaction to follow?

“Hi…” he greeted weakly with a limp wave as he still adjusted to the harsh light. She must have turned it on. Maybe she hadn't expected to see him there? With his hand raised he thought to check his watch—(...only 2am?)—

“Did you need something?”

The girl kept staring at him, perhaps contemplating something, but Peter was still groggy enough to wait until she responded in some way.

Though after just too many seconds of waiting, he decided to at least lean back into the lying position he'd been awoken from—or, he would have if she hadn't finally interrupted.

“Wh—Wh…” she began… or tried to, before quickly falling silent to another bout of private consideration.

But her eyes quickly met him again with more bravery.

“Why’re you…?”

“O-Oh, right, you were asleep when I came in, heh.” No wonder she was on edge; he may as well be a sleeping intruder with a weird head to her.

Although then again, they had interacted a couple times now, even just earlier today, so she surely must recognize him, or else he imagined she’d probably be screaming already. (Not the first time a kid’s screamed at him at first sight, and probably not the last either.)

“I'm just staying the night for now. Jack let me sleep in this room. I'll be gone soon after that.”

Gone… Gone to where exactly? …He would figure that out later after talking to Jack he supposed. Boy, now that would sure be a daunting conversation to start in the morning…

But either way, his explanation did not seem to lift any confusion from the girl's gaze.

“I guess we never really had a proper introduction yet; my name's—”

…He paused.

“… …Oh heck, why don't you just call me Peter. I'm Jack's boss. Well, not anymore, I suppose. It’s complicated.”

He'd never liked giving introductions. They always felt unnatural, like PR speak. Yet this time there was an odd satisfaction mixed in with the forced discomfort. (My, how confusing.)

The girl of course was unmoved by any of this.

“And what about you? What is your name again?” He was not convinced any child—even a purple one—could possibly have that name they claimed she had.

She wasn't seeming inclined to answer, so he continued on her behalf:

“If I remember right, wasn't it—”

“You’re talking,” he thought he heard her mutter.

“...Come again?”

“I can't— …hear what you’re…”

“What?...”

Oh.

Oh, well that would explain a lot. …Yeah, looking back at all their odd interactions, it was obvious there was a communication barrier.

Well, it was a good thing he came programmed for just this kind of situation.

Is this better? Do you understand? he signed.

Her eyes lit up in recognition. Good, a breakthrough! Because she responded by pointing her hand to her own chest—

I…

She held her pointed finger in that position as she took a moment to think. And after drawing an apparent blank for a good while, she finally then pointed it to her temple and shook her head.

…don’t know.

‘She doesn’t know’? Doesn’t know what? ASL? She clearly at least knew enough to sign that… but maybe she never got far with learning it? Where did she even learn it in the first place, then, Dave? Somehow that was impossible to believe.

Alright. They could still work through this. He was given a desk, wasn't he? (That was practically his natural habitat.)

“...Here—” He got up and walked over to it to rummage through its drawers. The girl had followed behind curiously.

There: a pen and paper. He started at the top of the page.

Can you read and write?

And then he handed off the paper to her. After she read it, she nodded up at him with evident understanding, so Peter handed her his pen as well. And he was further relieved to see she immediately leaned toward the desktop and set to writing something herself in response. And then she stepped back to let him read.

Yes

Oh good!

And then he took his turn again to properly introduce himself to the girl.

Hello, I am Jack's boss at work. I'm just staying the night.

Although she watched him write the whole message in real time, he lifted his arm upon finishing to let her properly read it for herself and have her turn again. But before that he decided on a whim to also add:

You can call me Peter

The ‘Peter’ felt so uniquely comfortable to write as it came out somewhat messy and cursive, and he almost instinctively continued to a capital K without thinking.

How haunting. Satisfying? Uncanny. Great, more feelings to sort out later.

But he set the pen down to show he was truly done writing, and the girl quickly picked it up right after to start writing, slowly, seemingly with utmost care to get it right.

I thought your name was Pruny.

…

that too

…odd.

Which do you like more?

…

I like both

…

Nice to meet you.

He followed up his words with an extended hand toward her. Maybe it was a bit formal, but, well, kids usually like feeling important, right? And in line with his intuition, she was indeed pleased to shake his hand with some gusto.

It seemed that the proper introductions got them off to a good start then! And in that moment, his peripheral attention piqued again by the elephant in the corner of the room.

Say, can you keep a secret?

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“Dammit!”

She tried to escape the front entrance with all of her will. She gave it her all, even. But to her severe frustration her AI simply wouldn't let her muster the actual strength to push the doors open.

She simply couldn't leave. She couldn’t even chase after either of her brothers.

It honestly made her want to cry in fury.

But the heat of her emotional efforts ran cold with a chill as a pair of paranormal eyes bore into her back. She didn't need to see them, she could feel them, and when she turned around, a small shadow sat before her at a modest distance, wagging its little curled tail.

A Shadow Doggo.

“GR BRX QHHG KHOS?”

“What…?”

It got up on its four legs and approached her before sitting down again. It looked up at her, and a much more human voice rang out this time.

“I can help you if you’ll have me.”

“I'm sorry?”

“You'll need my help, and I will need yours in return. I’ll be upfront about that. Unless you’d rather decline and stay behind in this doomed building of course. That's your call to make.”

“Stop, stop, slow down! Just— What are you even proposing? Why do you want to help me escape, what's your ulterior motive?”

“To stop ‘Jack Kennedy’ from repeating his mistakes and ruining another innocent life. As I assume is also your goal, is it not?”

She didn't answer. Maybe she was biased against the shadowy negative essence this spirit gave off, but everything about this seemed dangerous to trust too easily.

“...Alright, tell me, what do you have against Jack then? Because with complete honesty, your dark purpleness and weird distorted voice give off ‘evil’ vibes, and I don't exactly work alongside ‘evil’, so I need to know your intentions.”

“Hm. Fair enough. …It's been a good while, but I think I should still have it in me to show you exactly why you can trust in me. Who knows, this might even be refreshing.”

“I don't know what you're talking about, but whatever, shoot.”

In just a few moments though, her skeptical nonchalance gave way to a very conflicted confusion. Or perhaps more accurately, startling disbelief at the far more familiar figure standing now before her.

“Haven't you ever questioned why Jack is soulless? Why he acts like he’s completely forgotten what matters to him?”

Dee was still speechless at who she was seeing properly for the first time in years. Seeing him the way she remembered him, though now a literal shadow of his former self.

“...but…why?”

“Don't question why I exist; I've naturally been here the whole time like any other soul would. Really, you should be questioning why he exists.”

She fell silent. She couldn't believe this.

“It's good to see you again, sis.”

She would have been happy. She would have been ecstatic, and maybe she was.

“Where have you been!?” she spat with an unintended harshness that made her brother's shy smile fall.

Unfortunately her relief was poisoned with just as much hurt.

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What a convenient turn of events this turned out to be! Violet had come in here in the first place with the intention of finally getting to snoop through those boxes like she promised herself, but then she found that strange man on the floor.

It admittedly freaked her out at first, before she recognized him as the phone head from Jack's work. But now that they've properly met, it turns out he also had the same mischievous goal as her! And most importantly, he could open the sealed boxes for her!

And so here they both were, each of them rummaging through their own box. Peter's just had a bunch of photos while hers had things like random toys and stuffed animals and play jewelry and drawings and—!

Oh, that drawing has some people on it! Let's see… three people, two taller guys, one of which had brown scribbled hair, and in the middle a small girl in a pink triangular dress with red scribbled hair and what maybe looked like a red scarf scribbled on her neck? It was a cute picture, but Violet was sure she could draw much better than whoever drew this.

Actually, who did draw this, Jack? No, it was probably the little girl in the picture. But why was something like this in Jack’s boxes anyway? Did someone draw it for him? It didn't seem too likely because he obviously wasn't in the picture or there'd be much more orange crayon used. Honestly though, why was any of this girly kid stuff in his box? She didn't know much about him yet, but even then it didn't seem like Jack's style.

She glanced at the Phone Guy beside her. He was staring intently at whatever photo it was he was holding tightly in both hands in front of him. So naturally that sparked her curiosity.

She got up to walk over and see what he was looking at. (Peter didn’t seem to react much to her presence.)

Hmm… A wedding photo from the looks of it. Two white brunettes, one a man and one a woman, both in a tuxedo and white dress respectively. They were standing next to each other at what looked like the altar of some church. Whoever they were, they looked very happy!

…Oh! Maybe that guy was the brown haired guy in the drawing? Now she simply had to look at more pictures for herself and puzzle this out!

And the first one she grabbed for herself was another photo with the same two wedding people, standing at the same altar with smiles plastered on their faces. But this time there were two other people standing at their sides also dressed up and smiling.

Bingo. The girl and the other guy, it had to be! She grabbed the drawing and held both images up to compare.

But then the photo was rudely grabbed out of her left hand by Peter, and she protested with a growl. Peter apologetically acquiesced by putting the photo flat on the carpeted floor for them both to see. She followed suit and placed the drawing flat as well.

Frankly, now it was more interesting to watch how this guy kept looking back and forth between the two images with such strange intensity that she could feel it, even from such an expressionless phone face.

She left him to his pictures and instead reached for their communication paper and asked:

do you know them?

She then shoved it in the man's face for him to read, evidently popping him out of his trance as he scrambled to grab it away from his face. And then he quickly jotted down:

Yes

Awesome! (She didn’t care to question why right now.)

who are they

...

Family

Now that was an interesting answer. She didn't know someone like him would have such a normal looking family. But also, why are his family photos here with Jack? Did Jack steal them or something?

are you in any of them

He seemed to stop to think about it.

…And then he picked up the first wedding photo and pointed to the man. The brunette one.

…Huh? What, that was him? How does that work? ...No, what if he just doesn't even realize his head's a phone and thinks that he's a real—!

He must have read her mind as he suddenly started writing more… She was envious of how fast he could write, and so neatly too. (Maybe she should practice more again.)

I think that was me before my phone head.

…What.

So, what, he wasn't always a phone head guy? How does that work—!?

It’s a long story. he rushed to add.

Aw, but that only gave her more curious questions about… everything!

…She just decided to ask more about the photos instead before she forgot her original questions.

who is everyone else

Another thoughtful hesitation before Peter finally started to write.

I don't remember well but

He then reached for the second wedding photo again.

He pointed at the wedding woman. He then confidently wrote.

My wife Caroline.

And next he pointed to the younger man with the big tooth gap in his smile.

That must be Jack.

Jack? What, like orange Jack who lives here!? Was he not always orange then? She tested the possibility in her head when she saw Peter write more.

I think he's my brother.

What does he mean ‘think’!? Jack? And Phone Guy? Is that even possible? Or maybe they weren’t blood related? It'd be hypocritical for her to judge adopted brothers after all. Well either way, that would explain why Jack has Peter's family photos. But wasn't Peter his boss though? Now she was just confused. But also very intrigued.

That must make this girl my little sister Dee.

It was so weird how uncertain he seemed about these photos and the people in them. But if that were true, she must have been the owner of most of that stuff in that box.

She must have outgrown all her old stuff, and now Violet wondered how old she must be now.

At the mercy of her ravenous curiosity, she grabbed some more photos, and then discarded them quickly to grab for new ones, scanning each to see if she could recognize this supposed Jack in any of them, or figure out how old this Dee was, or figure out this Peter guy, or at least get some sort of a grasp on what the heck was going on with their family.

She noticed Peter picking up some of the discarded photos behind her, but she didn’t feel like paying him any mind, not when there were some even older pictures mixed in here! And some other people she didn’t know! Oh! Of course, Peter should know them!

She got his attention and held up an older picture of a redheaded man holding a baby on a couch, pointing her finger at the baby.

Peter leaned in to scrutinize. …And then he shook his head with a shrug.

Darn. She pointed to the man instead, but Peter just shrugged at him too. Does he really not even know his own family? Or maybe they weren’t all pictures of his family? Who else would they be then?

And as if he read her mind, Peter took their communication page again and wrote:

My memories are still fuzzy, sorry.

…

you don’t remember your family?

…

Peter hesitated at first at what to write.

…

I only started to remember them yesterday.

That…what was she supposed to make of that? Did he have anamnesis or whatever it was called? Why? What about Jack then, what’s going on with him—

Sorry I need to take a break from this. It’s very late

“No!” she blurted out in protest before he could finish writing.

…Crap, she hoped she didn’t shout too loudly at 3 am. She quickly withdrew herself with a blush of shy apology.

Peter stared at her, expression unknown. Probably shocked by her loud outburst after how silent they must have been all night, and he was probably upset with her that she just yelled at him for wanting to sleep.

This is why she always—she should just curl up and—

Peter started writing on their sheet again.

Jack won’t want me sleeping in late.

She huffed and grabbed the sheet and pen from his hands, rude display be damned. She tried her best to have her penmanship keep up with her thoughts.

will you come back?

to tell more? she added before submitting it to Peter for review.

When he grabbed it to read…

Argh, it was frustrating that she couldn’t tell by his face what he was feeling, he just stayed there reading it probably over and over or thinking about how to answer.

After a short eternity he finally started to write again.

Let’s put the boxes back how we found them. I’ll leave them open for you to snoop in another time.

…

Infuriatingly disappointing.

True to his word, Peter got up and moved to start gathering strewn-about photos back into their box, not letting Violet have an opportunity to write back.

Tch. Fine. She’d “help”.

…But not without stealing some pictures for herself. After all, her new pajamas had pockets!

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The original post by @thefandomdork22!

by prismcat on AO3!

[skambane]

Headcanons for Rivusa first date

uuuuh keep the headcanons coming ‘cause im loving it, let’s go:

riven and musa would have sooooo many not-a-date dates like:

- spending the whole night talking with each other outside of the pub instead of dancing inside with their friends because “i can’t be inside, too many people to feel…” or “i gotta smoke some, wanna tag along, fairy?”

- having way too much fun cleaning horse's poo instead of taking it as a punishment

- scheduling training more than once a week starts to become just an excuse to spend more time together, lingering longer and longer to chat in between water breaks

and then the unintentional time together starts to become more and more intentional as they go:

- one time they “lost” track of time training and missed dinner but to her surprise, riven was a man with a plan. he took her to the now empty canteen but walked right past every table, directing them to the back. he knew where everything was in the kitchen as if he had personally organized it. musa was amazed at how similar to when training he looks when cooking, in his element, free and in control. “why do I feel like this isn’t the first time you do this?” and he simply answered, “because it isn’t.”

“wow, you are treating me like one of your many girls? you hurt me riven” she played as dramatic as possible just to tease, but deep inside she feared how he would answer it. with his classic smirk, he said: “hold your jealousy, fairy….” green eyes meeting hers, “you are my one and only.” a wink flew her way before his attention was back on the food and she cursed her brain for coloring her cheeks. for the first time in forever, she wished to use her power to know how real he was being but the limiters stayed on after training.

he heated up some leftover pasta with some new veggies, they sat on the kitchen floor and ate. eating turned into a beer or two and then was 2am and they are still talking and laughing while endlessly teasing each other. once the sleep and alcohol started to get to them they decide to call it the night. he helped her to stand up and they stay chest to chest and hand to hand, eyes from eyes to mouth and all the way around again for a second too much for them to pretend that night was just another night.

- next time they decided to train bright and early before the school was awake. and riven was more than surprised to find her already sitting in the middle of the training ring, with two coffees and a bag of some sort of breakfast food right in front of her. with her (his) favorite orange training outfit on her body, her signature two low buns, waiting for him, what a view it was. “were we going to train or have tea party?” he asked already sitting right across from her while she extended him a coffee. “black and no sugar, i assumed.” (she knew ‘cause she lost about 5 minutes every morning pretending not to watch him walk through the canteen to get his coffee). “it’s a thank you breakfast… for the dinner, the other night.”

riven tried not to show how happy he was to know that the night had stayed in her mind just like stayed in his but the glint in his eyes failed him. it felt like the night in the kitchen but so different at the same time, they ate, talked, and laughed but everything was much low, calmer, and softer as the birds danced between trees. the other night felt loud, tempting, and hot. neither of them knew which one felt better but both would pay to have more of any again.

riven didn't even notice that the limiters were still tucked in the box because there was nothing in his mind that wasn't clear in his face already, she needed no powers to know he liked her.

-and moments like so became more and more a thing, many breakfasts and dinners just the two of them until loud and soft started to become one, and they danced around each other with many not-dates that ended in many almost touches and almost kisses.

- the official first date only came after a late night training, dinner was over already so riven asked while they collected their gear: “wanna hit the kitchen, fairy?” and feeling brave after kicking his ass in the last fight, she said: “when are you taking me on an actual date?”

it took him a while to fly back to earth and say something. her braveness gone in a second “chill, riv, im jok-”

“what about tomorrow night?” his words cutting hers and his (hers) favorite smirk playing on his lips. that night he walked to her room and kissed her right there and then. her body stayed between his and the wall for what felt like an eternity and not enough. musa slept feeling his taste on her lips and riven dreamed of his hands on her skin all night long.

- the next night they had their first date in town, at the pub they would always go to because neither of them cared about “where”, they just wanted to keep the things they'd been doing… with a few veeeeery good additions.

come chat with me about rivusa

[tfemersyn]

Trouble In Red Edge

Date: Tuesday, May 16, 2023 Location: Mirror Mirror Salon, Florez Bar, & Emersyn’s Home in Pirate’s Cove Who: Emersyn Michaels & Paco Florez @pacoxflorez Paco’s parts are normal Emersyn’s parts are indented & Italicized Trigger Warnings: Assault & battery, fighting, 

It was around 3AM and Paco was on his way home from the bar. That was until he heard a commotion coming from Emerysn's hair salon. Frowning, he made a beeline towards the place and stopped when he saw a busted window. "Son of a bitch." He said.

It had been a typical busy Tuesday night at the salon.  After the last client had left, Emersyn let her staff go home to enjoy what was left of their night.  She locked the doors and turned on the music while she started cleaning up.  Once the floors were swept and all the tools washed, she turned off the music and the lights before going to her office to do the books.   The next time she looked at the clock, it was 2AM.  She yawned as she packed up to head home. She was almost to the back door when she heard a noise from the mail part of the salon.  "Hello" she called out.  "Is someone there?"  The next thing she knew, she was being grabbed by the hair and dragged across the floor.  She tried to scream but was immediately kicked in the head.  The room was spinning as she tried to kick and get away.  She grabbed a can of hairspray off the shelf next to her and sprayed it in the eyes of her attacker.  She didn't even wait for him to scream before she was stumbling back towards her office.  Suddenly she was being lifted off the ground and thrown into the wall.  "Where do you think you're going?" asked the gruff voice.  "The bitch just sprayed me with something." came another voice.  "Oh she did, did she?  Sounds like we need to teach this bitch a lesson then."  the first one said before Emersyn felt a sharp blow to her torso that knocked the breath out of her.  Next was a punch to her eye that had her seeing stars.  After another blow to the stomach, she fell to the floor.  The first guy kicked her while the second guy stomped on her hand.  After what felt like forever, she must have passed out because the next thing she heard was the front window being smashed.  She tried to move, to get to a phone, but the pain was too much and she lost consciousness again.

Paco ended up getting into a fight with the two guys who had come into the salon and ended up winning. This wasn't his first two on one fight and it wasn't about to be his last. "The next time I see either of you, you'll end up in the morgue, do you understand me?" He asked the two and went over to Emersyn. "Shit." He said. He ran over to her and gently scooped her up. "You gotta wake up Syn, we both know this'll look bad if someone sees us like this." he chuckled

Pain seared through her body as she was lifted off the floor.  Her eyes quickly opened and she screamed in fear and pain.  She tried to move out of his grip but her ribs hurt too much.  When she stopped moving enough for the pain to subside, the cloudiness in her brain went away.  “Paco?” she asked quietly.  Realizing she was safe, she started to cry

"Hi." Paco whispered. He brought her to his bar, which wasn't too far. Carrying her inside and into the backroom, he laid her down on the leather couch. "I'm gonna clean you up, okay?"

“It hurts” she cried.  “I didn’t…I didn’t hear them come in.” she sobbed.  “But I locked the door.  I know I locked the door.”

"It's okay, you're safe with me now." Paco promised. "I need you to stay awake though."

“I’m so tired though.” she whispered.  “But I’ll try.”

"I know you are." Paci said. "Tell me what you've been doing lately." He said. He grabbed the first aid kit and began to clean her wounds up.

“I uh…” she was trying to think of what she had been doing lately but was drawing a blank. “I don’t I don’t know.”

"Come on Syn, you haven't done anything?" He looked at her. "No hook ups? No parties? No dates or anything like that?"

“Umm… I uh took a color theory class.” she said, trying to shake the fuzziness from her brain. “I dont really go out much.  I work all the time.”

"Okay explain color theory to me." Paco said. He finished cleaning her up and began to bandage her up.

“It’s uh…it’s the science of colors and how they work together.  Like you could mix shades of red, white, yellow, blue, and black to make any color in the world.”

"That's pretty cool." Paco said. He finished bandaging her up and looked at her. "How many fingers am I holding up?" He asked and held up four fingers.

She closed her eyes and tried hard to focus on his fingers.  “Three?” she asked, squinting her eyes.

"No." Paco sighed. "Okay, I really need you to stay up."

“I just want to go to bed.  I want to wake up and have this be a bad dream.”

"Nope, you cannot sleep. Not just yet." Paco said. He stood up and gently pulled up Emersyn. He began to dance with her

She groaned as he pulled her up.  “No.” she moaned.  Every time she moved, she felt like she couldn’t breathe.  Her ribs were on fire.

"It's okay." Paco whispered. He gently picked up Emersyn and kissed her softly.

She winced thanks to her busted lip, but still returned the kiss.  “Can you take me home?  I want to take a shower.”

"Yeah." Paco nodded. He brought Emersyn home and helped her into the shower.

Emerson let Paco help her get undressed and step into the shower.  The water stung her cuts but it felt good to wash the dirt and blood off herself.  After washing her hair and rinsing herself, she turned the water off and reached for a towel.

"Hi there." Paco said and handed Emersyn her towel. "Are you feeling better?"

“I think so cracked a rib, and my hand really hurts, but I feel better being clean.” she admitted.  “I’m starving though.”

"Let me cook you some food." Paco said. "you're not gonna go to work tomorrow either."

“I don’t have much in the kitchen.  I haven’t been shopping yet this week.” She dried off and put on a comfortable pair of pajamas.  “I have to go to work.  I have to clean up.  I’ve got customers scheduled.  I can’t not be there.”

"You can't work in a broken in place, Syn. the cops need to do an investigation." Paco said. He walked into her kitchen.

Cops!  Shit, she needed to call the cops. But she just washed off any evidence of those creeps.  “Since when do you let the cops handle things?” She asked

"Since I would be taken away in handcuffs if I went to them." Paco said.

“What are the cops gonna do?  I don’t know who those guys were.”

"I don't know Syn, we'll figure it out." Paco said. He opened up her fridge to see what he could work with

“I need to call my insurance. And the girls.  They need to know what to expect when they get into the salon.”

"You need to shut the salon down for the day." Paco said.

Emerson knew he was right.  There was no way she could open the salon.  “Okay.” she said sadly.  “I need to text the girls though.  Where’s my phone?”

Paco pulled her phone out of his pocket and handed it to her. He grabbed some leftovers out of the fridge as well

“Thank you.” she smiled.  She sat on her couch and sent a group text to her workers about the state of the shop and letting them know it would be closed for the next day or so.  She hated taking money always from the girls.  It wasn’t fair to them.  She made herself a note to give them each an extra bonus at the end of the week to make up for it.  “When do I get to go to sleep?  I’m so tired.” she asked Paco, turning to look at him.

"After I know you don't have a concussion." Paco said. He handed her the plate of food and sat down next to her

“And how long will that take?” she huffed.  “Thanks.”  She knew she was hungry but she didn’t realize how hungry until she took a bite.  “This is really good.”

"let's just see how you're feeling when you're doing eating." Paco looked at her. "I am really glad you're okay." April 30, 2023

“Not sure I’d call all this okay.” she shrugged.  “But I know what you mean.  I’m lucky you were walking by.”

"You're alive, Syn that's what matters." Paco looked at her. "You're lucky the last barfly didn't leave until almost 2AM."

“Yeah, I’d probably still be on the floor of the salon.”  She finished the food he had made for her and set the plate on the coffee table.  She yawned as she curled into him, laying her head on his shoulder.  “Can I go to sleep now?”

"Yeah you can." Paco nodded. "Want me to stay here until you're done talking to the cops?"

“Mm hmm” she mumbled as she felt herself drifting off.  If anyone else had found her she’d be in a cold intrusive hospital, but Paco was nice and warm.  She felt safe with him.

[makahimetenshi]

Follow me inside the wastelands - Chapter 6  -Arthur Maxson x Female Sole Survivor Fanfic

This one will be a long fic with a lot of chapters, I already write the concepts. Since I don’t play as Nora in Fallout 4 because Nate for me is the real protagonist the personalities and ideas are pretty fanbased from another fanfics I read

If you are very very very delighted with one fic and want a continuation I didn’t write or post you can donate me at least $5 bucks, most of this fics have next chapters I don’t finish because lack of motivation but hey a $5 is a $5, I see a few reviews and coments that fics that are abandoned months laters receive coments of wanting to know what happends next. Here it is, I finished my handling with you all, enjoy the fic

It was the first night Arthur really really sleep with her. The first night that after finishing they both sleep together in each other arms.

Of course, not much sleep, he came at 2am and both stayed almost until 4…the thought made the elder snork a bit, now it was 7am, most of the soldiers were starting their day, a lot of them were actually walking outside the sentinel quarters right now so it wasn’t a good idea to leave…or if he did leave he should do it exactly right now, barely dressing to not loose more time.

But then he look down, and see her sleeping in his arms, naked and beautifull.

They can stay together longer, he didn’t have anything important until 10...also she just came back from a long mission, she deserves the rest.

The thing is not only he was awake because this was the hour that all soldiers wake up but…he noticed something odd in the room…Danse old power armor helmet was in one of the shelves,  as a decorative item, he could recognize it anywhere.

Arthur slurped saliva.

Really the elephant in the room between both.

He looked down, annoyed, that subject really messed up his head, it places a dark energy around him he didn’t want.

She was there, with purple marks on her neck and breast and scratches all over her skin, damn he should be more delicate, but then he would remember that his back and arms also burn like hell, she said fuck me hard tonight and then both lost control like animals, Arthur wondered with a bit of worries if anyone heard something.

Probably yes.

He remember being harsh and brute with other sisters he invited to his bed…not so cooperative and mutual…it was more about her own realease and pleasure  before and now he would go out of his way to pleasure her, to eat every inch of her pussy until she begged for his cock when he denied it on purpose.

If he pushed too much she would grab the ropes and take what she wanted by force, which he loved, seeing such a wonderfull and strong woman on top apparently makes him so hard and lost, Arthur didn’t know that side of himself, he thought it was just he liked to being rided but no he wanted to be a slave completely devoted to suck tits and pussy, his cock only for teasing or to be used as a sex toy for his woman pleasure.

Damn thinking in those makes him hard again, and it was early in the morning.

-Can you be silent? –a whisper came from his chest surprising him.

-I thought you were sleeping –a couple of cold fingers tangled around his erection, making him shiver.

-I wake up at this hour…you cant go out right now so we better use the time inside…intelligently.

Confined in a room to fuck until time passes? Yes please…

His hands moved to her sides to pick her, Nora raised her legs to sit on his hips guiding herself with the hand on his cock

-Sorry about the morning breath –he said hypnotized by the view of her breast from bellow, sitting in a better position, resting his back on the backrest of the bed

-Lets continue until 9 so I can catch up some breakfast left okay? –he nooded and instinctively closed his eyes when she slowy slide down on his length.

Later, he would leave first and alone, like he never was there.

Lets speak on numbers…

She had been sentinel for almost year and half…they have know each other  for more than 3 years…they have a clear mutual attraction since almost 2 months…he doesn’t really have to hide and she neither for reputation, althought her achievements had been very visible to everyone.

If for any reason had to clarify their relationship everything was good…she didn’t climb up ranks in the brotherhood riding…althought he would like that very much.

His cheeks blushed at the thought, she cast an spell over him.

Can they be more open?

Maybe…It would be innapropiate from the elder to have such behaviors but…he was the elder…and the sentinel…they have the powers to do that…

At dinner time he crossed her in the hallways, she was carrying something that really blow his mind

-What the hell sentinel…? –he said turning around to see better, then she turned around too with a giggle.

She had a puppy on her hands.

-May I present you one of our newest initiates? –Maxson went closer to see the creature, a newborn puppy, really small, doing little squirm sounds

-Dogs must go to the special unit…

-I know I know…the rottweilerz I have a castle had a littler and this little one was rejected…If I didn’t take it the mother would eat him -Nora can never leave anyone behind doesn’t she? –I wonder if is a son of Dogmeat…

-We can spare him…

-Don’t –the way Nora menaced him with a gaze told him that something was very very wrong about doing anything with the dog- don’t fucking touch my dog

-Yes sentinel –he said summisive- wanna go for dinner? I was heading…

-Im actually taking the puppy to the unit, just came back from the castle I had something to talk with the Minutemen before, I don’t think Ill make it for dinner, want them to check on this little one before dropping him –of course she wouldn’t want to eat anything from the dinning room either, being a picky eater in the wasterlands must be hard.

-The soldiers told me theres a little reunion at 11pm since its Friday…wanna join? Tonight I will play a round or two of blackjack…

-That’s not fair, you are the elder, you will always win…-she said scratching the little puppys head, melting a bit Maxson heart

-That happened before I started to gambling prizes that people would actually try to win, if I put a new brand of cigarettes over the table someone is going to put on his pants to win it despite if im the elder or not

-Too bad I only know to play strip poker –she said to make the elder blush, and he did, they were in public! Not in the room!- alright! I see  you there

She turned back with the little creature on her arms and Arthur moved his hand to his hair, chest burning in expectation.

He will see her today again, twice in a day, how lucky.

The time of the party came, Arthur was on his element playing with another soldiers until he see walking around a woman with red lipstick.

Alright that’s his call.

Now that she was around, he felt better, more confident, less anxious, he wanted Nora around him.

She was just there, around talking with another ladies, sometimes Arthur wondered what they were chatting, what a ladies teaparty must be like, would they chat about…their lovers? Would she told anyone about him?

Not a chance, she woudnt do that to destroy his thrust.

Nora was observing the blackjack game from far and to her surprise Arthur didn’t win, not that she expected that they would let him win after putting in the table a new set of blades for razors at the gambling but if he played she expected a bit more of skill from him.

He couldn’t just do that for soldiers to have fun and access to some products doesn’t him?

Both crossed looks, Arthur pointed at a dark corner and she nooded not without grabbing a bottle of nuka-cola from one of the tables. Once they both were standing in the corner, chatting Nora gave the bottle to him and unwrapped her hair, letting it down, starting to braid it.

-Why? –he asked confused.

-I don’t want people to figure out you are talking to me

-Is actually not that big of a problem…

-Be careful or ill take it seriously

-The lipstick does make you stand, that can I say

-You say well blend just right with the amount of couples that are making out in public tonight? –both laughted, and then looked serious to each other…

No, they will stand out.

Arthur picked up her hand from behind and sqeezed it, Nora looked at one of the couples and swallowed saliva, then, nooding at him and letting the elder make the way wherever he wanted to take her.

This feeled almost criminal.

She laughted a bit and the giggle went contagious to him, they both walked silent and avoiding people until they made to the frontdeck, their spot.

Months passed since the first times they meet here, autumn was now approaching and it was getting cold outside, cold winds were replacing the old calm weather in the frontdeck but that wasn’t enough to stop them, the door wasn’t fully closed when she jumped to his lips with a big smile, he picked her up with an arm under her ass and the other pressing her back, trying to lift her.

Both laughted at how uncomfortable it was but tried to adjust, they were happy together.

Nora flipped them, Arthur facing the door this time. Her hands grabbed him by the jaw and secured the kiss, both hummed in the insides, the elder specially because Nora was caressing his beard and oh boy he loved that, the man secured her  by the sides of the hips, getting his now cold hands inside the sentinel shirt making the woman gasp and now he take the chance to take over the kiss with his tongue taking complet control over her who shivers in pleasure and cold.

Noras hands went down from his checks to the neck slowly, then placing them in his chest as she separated to take the chance to stand on tiptoe and start kissing his face, all of it, the man take the moment to relax and inhalate some air as he enjoyed the attention. She was so sweet. The hands that were on her skin turned warmer enough to go brave and squeeze gently one of her boobs, she gasped again and this time she went to eat Arthur mouth who corresponded accordly, using both hands to massage her breasts in the middle of the kiss, both went closer and deepened the kiss with their tongues as her hands went to unbelt his pants, surprising Arthur for a moment.

But he take composture again, and take her boobs off the bra inside the shirt, this time fingers playing with her nipples as she worked on open his pants…

But sluddenly the door of the frontdeck open, Nora tried to get off him but Arthur puushed her against his chest and cover her with this jacket, closing the fabric around her body

Two soldiers with bottles on their hands where looking an elder covering something something inside his jacked, very compromising position. Specially with the face full of red kiss marks

-Soldiers! These aren’t hours to do tours around the zeppelin!

-Sorry Elder Maxson! We are leaving –one of the soldiers raised a bottle laughting before closing the door with a loud crush.

Maxson let Nora go after a few seconds, she already fixed his pants and her bra while he was shit frozen of surprise, he was glad that she had his back.

-I don’t think they see you, acted fast

-Thanks –she sighted and went horrorized looking at his face –oh gosh…

-What? –he asked, looking down at himself to see what was wrong.

-Nothing…-she said raising her hands to clean his cheeks and nose, the man understanded and moved her hands away.

-Could be anyone

-But you always say that the lipstick make me stand out

-I don’t mind, lets get out of here

For a moment she panicked hard, for him mostly, but did as he said, take his hand and let him lead the way. When they were inside the Prydwen she was ashamed for what happened before and Arthur at noticing this went…silent…and cautious, being carefull to not being seen, avoiding people and running to hide in the dark spots when people approatched from the other side…she even crawled one time to avoid being seen next to him and…Arthur thought that was a bit extreme honestly, but at the same time was surprised for the quick speed of thought, alright.

Arthur wanted to leave her on her quarters at least but the way all up was so damn long and because of the reunion there was so much people walking around…in a moment they were trapped with people in the front and behind so  he had to pull her hand and kiss her against a wall, covering his face as he was holding her cheeks, the soldiers that were walking in the hallways just…kept walking, surely stranged by seeing the elder in that strange position with another soldier but okay…things happened and there was a reunion tonight so…

When there wasn’t steps nearby anymore the elder tried to separate but…Nora took him by the edges of the jacket and licked her lips before burring her tongue inside his mouth putting an arm around his back to not let him go, using the other to use the jacket as a handle.

Fuck it, if she wasn’t caring enough about something he cared too little he wasn’t going to be the responsible one, let them see, for all he knew it didn’t matter.

He pushed her again until her back meet the wall and went to kiss and suck her neck, using his arms to raise her and have a better access, desesperatly she crossed her legs around his waist making him groan loud and deep, Nora loved that and Arthur loved to feel desired, her legs situated her body better and worked along his arms to hold her hips, both were craving for the contact of their lower parts.

She was making it difficult for Maxson neither of them had a single drop of alcohol and still this behavior was beyond that, they desired  each other so much, he was magnetized to her…seeing her around and not having the chance to touch was torture.

Nora realized that they had to stop when she started to feel his hard buldge between her legs…how they weren’t still inside a room!? This was taking too much effort.

-Hey…-she called for him, pulling a bit from the back of the jacket, he wouldn’t listen, he was too busy marking her neck sucking hard and leaving it all hot and sticky–hey –she called again, avoiding to call him Arthur outside the room, less elder –hey! –this time her legs went down, and it was obvious that she wanted to stand up so the man let her go, surprised, a bit hurt, and incredibly turned on, he never felt a pain on his pants before-ill see you in my quarters in five-she said letting her braid down so that way the hair will cover the purple spots enough

Maxson picked up her arm and flip her to fall in his chest, althought this was all romantic and beautiful Nora didn’t feel like she should be there so exposed and at sight

-No need for that, I can take you just right here and now –the way he said it almost make Noras legs melt but nononono this was bad for him, she couldn’t let his penis think instead of his brain, she get up quickly and went away.

-Ill wait for you!

Arthur bited his lip, he meaned seriously, if in five minutes everybody is hearing her screams of pleasure he wouldn’t mind at all…

Five passed until he was hitting on the door like crazy, five minutes of torture.

-Who is it?

-Just open the door! –the room of the quarters just open, he see nobody inside but as soon he got in a pair of arms hug him from behind squeezing a size of chest he knewed too well.

The door closed behind, and he relaxed

-Elder i run away when you said you wanted to fuck me against the wall…I think I need a punishment for not following orders from my superior…-the way she said those words while biting his earlobe and moving her lovely hands down his chest to his stomach make him tremble and groan…

Gosh Nora loved to hear him.

So if she wanted to play like this…

-Indeed, insubordination often recibes penalizations -the man went a step forward to take off his jacket finally, as much he loved that piece of fabric he couldn’t deal anymore with the heat all over his body. It would make him mad in desesperation.

This time, her hands moved directly to work over his pants, Arthur licked his hips and look down, not looking at her yet…but he recognized her hands, the cuts and scars, the colours and shape…

-My…I hope it doesn’t leave a stain on my file…-oh they were talking like this now? He did his best to not laught but he was actually pretty turned on.

-Don’t worry, for you I can make some movements so it will go deep inside the file…-then his pants dropped and he hear a snork, she did laught –too much?

-Yes…-she appeared from behind, kissing his all red face full of lipstick, leaving a new mark- take off your shoes I want to ride you

She was already prepared, in that creamy-yellow lingerie she showed to him the other day and he said she would look beautifull. And she did, she does look beautifull tonight.

Even if that was an excelent plan…His hands went all brave to hold her asscheks and attract her close to him, she moaned with a naughty smile and her arms crossed around his neck, looking at his eyes.

-I said before that I wanted to fuck you against the wall and that’s what im doing, im being clear soldier?

-Yes elder

-To show you im serious…we are doing it against the door.

 https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14242575/6/Follow-me-inside-the-wastelands

[juminsmysticmc]

hey!! i love your account and i can't help but read your writing more , can you do a college student s/o with the rfa+ searan with mc who collapsed at her apartment and they find her unconscious because she has insomnia so she took sleeping pills and when she gets to the hospital they know that she haven't been eating etc.. im sorry if this was long^^ keep my request as anonymous

RFA + Saeran x College student MC who collapsed at her apartment

Hello there! This was such an interesting request and I am glad I was able to write it ( it’s kinda my fav genre..) ! I hope you like it!

Please keep in mind that I this is a fanfiction, everything that happens here is ,,dramatized’’ and may not apply to a real situation.

Jumin

Your eyes wandered back to the big alarm clock on your drawer. It was 2AM.

Your hands found their way to your face as you took a deep breath. You could feel yourself getting nervous, panicking because you knew that it was getting late because you knew that you had to take a lot of exams the next day and because you knew you wouldn’t feel good at all.

You kept studying day and night for that one exam. You missed meals and worked on just that one exam so that you would be at top.

After all, you had to be equal to Jumin, your fiancé. You wanted to be accepted by your in-laws.

You groaned as you kicked the blanket away and got up. Barefoot, you walked to your drawer to take some sleeping pills. At least these should help you, you hoped.

And so you took them.

However, you didn’t know that the next morning, when your alarm rang at 6 am, you would feel totally dizzy and sick.

The clock kept ringing as you sleepily and sickly approached the clock, failing as you collapsed, staying unconscious for a long, long while.

More than four hours had passed when Jumin hastily opened the door to your apartment, wondering why you didn’t take the exam, just to find you on the floor, sweaty and totally cold.

At that very moment, Jumin was scared for his life. His heart was beating like crazy and he couldn’t forgive himself for not checking on you earlier.

,,J…Jumin?’’ you groaned, feeling sick. The urge to vomit overcame you as your head was spinning once again.

,,I am here, Mc…,’’ he whispered, kissing your forehead.

,,And I will stay here at least for a few months until you can sleep better so that you don’t have to take any pills. I will cook daily for you so that you can have three meals a day and I will drink a lot of water with you…as long as you stay healthy by my side…’’ he whispered, making you understand that he found out how much you were actually struggling…

Zen 

You blinked a few times until you realized that you were awake once again.

You were still tired and a glance at your clock made you realize that you didn’t even sleep for two hours.

You knew that this would go on for longer and that you would probably stay awake until 6 am in the morning.

Like always, you were stressed and everyone around you could feel the stress you felt.

The pressure you had, the anxiety you had of failing a class made you feel even worse and no one but yourself could help you to deal with all these problems you had.

Indeed, just like you guessed, you stayed awake and glanced towards the clock for another four hours until it was 6 am.

You knew that this would be a hard morning, but nevertheless, you managed to get up, tidy up, and get ready for a few classes.

,,Then, let’s meet up after lunch!’’ Zen grinned, waiting for your response. Seeing how happy he was to help you study, you couldn’t reject his offer.

,,Yeah, let me also take a nap and then let’s meet up in front of the school,’’ you answered.

Although, the nap you wanted to take was hard to achieve.

You decided to skip lunch and instead took two sleeping pills so that you could at least take a short nap, but something went wrong.

You still couldn’t fall asleep and after a few minutes, you got so angry that you decided to get up and take one more pill.

Unfortunately in that very moment, you could feel your legs giving up and your world spinning. Before you could support your body anywhere, you collapsed and landed on the floor….

CHANGE OF POV

I woke up with a sweaty face and a racing heart, realizing that I had a nightmare, a nightmare I hoped I would never come to see.

Realizing that it was time to meet up with Mc, I quickly tried to get ready and headed out.

The streets of Seoul were cold and I hoped that she was wearing her hat and her scarf.

Minutes passed, which turned almost into an hour and after calling Mc six times and being ignored, it came to my mind that my nightmare was similar - with the difference that Mc was in danger.

Without thinking, my body moved on its own and approached the home of my girlfriend which luckily was only ten minutes away.

,,Thank God she gave me her spare key,’’ I muttered to myself before I opened the door.

The sight I had was horrified.

Her wonderful hair on the floor, her body a few steps away from the bed, and Mc didn’t seem to move.

,,MC!’’ I yelled, running to her and trying to wake her up.

I quickly approached the fridge to take some water and splash it over her, realizing that she neither had food or a single bottle of water.

Glancing back I even saw something looking like they were some pills and thinking about it gave me shivers - maybe she overdosed? 

Without hesitating, I called medical support and stayed close to her, promising myself that this would never ever happen again…

Yoosung

At first it was funny, you and Yoosung both had a messy sleep schedule, stayed up for a long time and went to sleep even later.

You woke up early.

At first it was okay, both of you had bags below the eyes, but you still felt okay.

But the longer and the more you did that play, the more your body had to pay, and you only noticed how bad it was for your health when exams were near and you were trying to sleep a bit and to study for the next day - it was no use.

Your tears were falling as you were looking at the black ceiling.

You sighed and noticed that it was serious, what you did to your body.

The doctor already prescribed you meds. Between sleeping pills, you also had to take something for your panic attacks, and the worry of not sleeping was giving you even more attacks.

You turned around and closed your eyes, praying and praying to God to make you finally fall asleep, without succeeding.

And finally, you had enough. After way too many hours straight of not sleeping, you tried to get up, go to the bathroom, and take the sleeping pills you were trying to not use.

While waiting for them to do their work, you quickly finished a few things, thinking you had enough time to clean up the room so that Yoosung wouldn’t collapse at the sight of your room.

However, you never thought that Yoosung would have a totally different view this time and before you could even stop your dizziness, or at least hold onto something, your eyes went black and your body went limp.

You stayed alone on the floor until the next morning, seven hours later, when Yoosung found you and called an ambulance.

,,YOUNGSTERS THESE DAYS ARE CRAZY!’’ the doctor hissed at Yoosung while you were laying in bed.

An IV was hanging on you, trying to nullify whatever you left out in the last few days.

,,If you really love her, you will take care of her and yourself! Go to sleep early and for God’s sake eat regularly!’’ he kept telling Yoosung, a crying mess, while he remembered all those times the two of you did the most dangerous stuff to your health, thinking it was funny…

Jaehee

,,I wish you had told me…no, I wish I would have noticed,’’ Jaehee whispered next to you, your eyes closed as you were catching up on the sleep you lost in the last few days.

Jaehee on the other hand was almost dying with regrets as she held your hand strongly in hers, trembling for your life.

Even though she was assured that you would survive, she was somehow fearing for your life and she couldn’t manage to lose one more person in her life, someone who meant the world to her.

Your mother died half a year ago. It was the most traumatic experience you ever had to go through and Jaehee supported you through it, although she didn’t know how serious it really was.

Whenever you rejected her food, she just brushed it off as a sign that you weren’t hungry.

Whenever you sent her late night messages, she thought you woke up in the middle of the night, thinking of her.

But she didn’t know that you were falling into depression and that you were struggling and in pain.

Jaehee didn’t notice.

And so it happened that you actually collapsed in your own home. No one knew or heard anything and you must have been out and alone for at least six to seven hours.

No food, no drink.

Dark rooms, sleeping pills all over the cold floor next to you, and the paramedics guessed that before you could even take them, you must have collapsed.

The truth was much darker.

You were restless and didn’t sleep for way too long, being scared and nervous. The doctor came up with the resolution that you must have felt sick and still took the medicine, collapsing a bit afterwards.

Jaehee didn’t even want to know how or why it happened, in fact she just wanted you to wake up, hug you, stay by her side, and never ever feel so devastated…

Saeyoung

The red haired man knew that you were dealing with insomnia.

He knew that you were weak against stress, a person filled with anxiety and thoughts, and still he filled you with stress and gave you a few scares since he himself was at the end of his nerves and gave you a lot to think about.

He was lonely and abused and you tried to take all his sadness in you, trying to help him and support him, forgetting your own body and not caring about it.

You were a fan of hacking and decided that it would help him to relax, knowing how his brother was since apparently his friend didn’t share much.

You were left days without food and drinks, you forgot to go to sleep, and once you fell asleep you woke up a few hours later, not really refreshed and unable to go back to sleep.

You were the first one between the both of you to live for the hacking.

However, your skills were soon handled as a weapon for your own health.

Saeyoung found you after you didn’t answer his phone, and being him, he was scared you left him.

Still, he decided to go and check on you, finding the worst - your lifeless body on the floor.

His first call was Jihyun and luckily, he quickly calmed the young man down, telling him that you weren’t dead, but just out.

Nevertheless, Jihyun decided to call a good friend of his, Jumin Han, who made sure to send someone.

When you woke up, you found yourself in the arms of Saeyoung, his cold, wet cheek pressed against your head as you heard him sniffle.

,,I thought I lost you… I had so many thoughts going through my head when I saw you there,’’ Saeyoung gasped. You didn’t register the situation until you woke up a second time.

,,The pills I took weren’t working with my body?’’ you asked after you tried to find out the reason for your collapsing.

,,Let’s look out for each other and make sure that no one gets hurt or is in pain, Mc…’’ Saeyoung begged you when he kissed your head once again, before both of you finally fell into a deep slumber.

Saeran

You groaned annoyed after turning off the third ,,hypnotizing sleeping video“.

Nothing helped.

You couldn’t fall asleep till late at night.

And if you for once could close your eyes, you immediately woke up an hour later.

The world around you seemee to make you want to go crazy.

You could feel different emotions build up in you and that’s when you decided that you couldn’t handle it on your own anymore.

The doctor did prescribe you medicine, however, you never wanted to take it since you still believed in trying it yourself - until tonight that is.

Without reading anything on the package or similar, you took two pills. Perhaps this was your mistake as you should have read everything and been informed about the symptoms you could have while taking them.

You laid awake for another bit until you decided to grab your phone to inform Saeran, your boyfriend, that you would like to sleep a bit more in the morning.

You could just type down his name and send the message before your head felt as if it was spinning, as if you were riding something, making everything spin around crazily.

You couldn’t hold onto yourself anymore and collapsed - without finishing your message.

Saeran in the morning had totally different worries.

You were a bit late, you didn’t finish writing your issue while messaging him, and he was scared.

Being so intelligent, he tried to hack into the CCTV of your house, only seeing that no one came into or left your apartment.

However, he was worried.

Listening to his gut, the boy visited you at home and when you didn’t open the door, he had nothing left but to open the door, luckily knowing the password.

He gasped when he saw you. You hurt yourself around your temple and were unconscious laying on the floor.

Five seconds.

It took him five seconds to gather you in his arms, carrying you like a princess and notice that you lost weight.

Ten more seconds until he yelled at the nurse to help you and three hours until you woke up.

But when you did, Saeran was already preparing some fruit for you and a lot of water and promised that he would help you with your sleeping problem…

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21.09.2022 // 22:12 MEST

[v-hope]

“it's 2am. your lover is still playing video games in the living room, so you grab your pillow, settling yourself in between your lover's thighs as you watch them play, and soon enough, you're asleep again” with 🌺 jk pretty please??

Turning over to find nothing next to you in bed, where every single night your long term boyfriend would be, you whined — eyes heavily opening and adjusting to the darkness of the room as you heard a muffled sound coming from the living room.

Looking at the hour on your nightstand’s clock displaying the numbers 2:00, you sighed. Although it was no surprise for Jeongguk to be up at 2am on a Friday night, you were not happy over the fact that he was awake in the living room and not in bed with you, maybe watching a movie or trying to hold back eventual giggles as he watched funny videos on his phone as you soundly slept beside him.

Not giving it a second thought, you removed the covers from your body and grabbed your pillow, holding it tightly against your chest as you made your way over to the living room. Even though the only light in the room came from the TV, it wasn’t hard to find Jeongguk right in front of it, with a blanket covering his legs while he sat on the couch next to a fast asleep pupper — Tigger being just like you when it came to cherishing your sleep.

Standing by the entrance and staring at the PS controller in his hands, your eyes instinctively travelled to the TV, not being able to keep them from rolling in amusement. Of course he was still trying to pass the one stage he had been stuck in for a few days now.

Now, after three years of being together, you knew well enough you would not convince him to go back to bed until he was ready to let the game go. No matter how many times he nodded and hummed to let you know he was listening to you, he would always end up being too invested to actually go to sleep like you told him to.

So, not even trying anymore, you went up to him.

Jeongguk smiled as soon as he was aware of your presence — not a word coming out of his mouth, yet pausing his game and holding the blanket on his lap up for you to get in with him. Doing as he had silently motioned for you to, you sat down between his legs, resting your back on his chest, and smiling contentedly when he tucked you in with him and pressed a small kiss to the crown of your head, before his arms rested around you so he could keep playing.

“Are you winning?” you asked, eyes already closed yet still being nosy as you were.

“Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping?” he answered with another question.

You smiled tauntingly. “Do I take that as a no?”

This time, a quite loud giggle escaped your lips, after hearing a small, whiny ‘aish’ coming from your boyfriend’s lips.

Opening your eyes and staring up to him, you reached up to plant a sweet kiss to the spot under his jaw. “I’ll have you know I only date winners, bun”.

“Yeah… Not sure about that, petal”.

Jaw hanging open at his passive aggressive comment towards your asshole of an ex, who was hardly ever brought up anymore, you gave him a light shove — one that had him both laughing lightly and calling you out on almost making him lose.

“Well, I’ll have you know I only intend to date winners from now on” you corrected your previous statement.

Jeongguk smiled at that, eyes still fixed on the video game in front. “I thought you only intended to date me from now on? Considering we’ve already made our life together?”

“Mhm…” you pressed a kiss to the crook of his neck. “Like I said, a winner”.

Your words earned a snort from him, shaking his head in amusement.

“Give me a few more hours and I’ll be just that”.

You whined, throwing your head back on his shoulder and hugging your pillow tighter to your chest. “It’s already two in the morning”.

“Exactly,” he nodded. “There’s a whole night to go”.

“But I’m tired” you pouted.

“Then close your eyes, baby”.

Huffing at his smartass answer, you ended up doing as told, letting go of your pillow and turning slightly towards him, so you could nuzzle his neck and place your arms around his waist.

“I will change the Play Station to our bedroom so you have no choice but to stay next to me while I sleep”.

Jeongguk chuckled silently at your supposedly threatening words, causing a smile to curve up the corners of your mouth over the way his chest trembled because of that.

“I tend to curse and whine a lot, though” he pointed out what you already knew — if anything, he was trying his hardest not to do any of those things right then, so you could have a good sleep. “You won’t mind?”

You shook your head no, a tired yawn coming out of your mouth as you inevitably began to drift off to sleep. “As long as I get to sleep with you…” your shoulders moved up in a faint shrug. “Plus, you won’t have me coming here being all clingy and keeping you from moving while I lie on top of you like I am now”.

He smiled wholeheartedly, pausing his game for a moment when he felt your body relax on his when you finally entered your dream, as if you had not been bickering with him only ten seconds ago.

Resting his back down lower against the couch so you could lie down more comfortably on his chest, he adjusted his arm over you so you wouldn’t slide down, later removing a strand of hair from off your closed eyes and lovingly staring at your sleeping face for a few seconds; not being able to hold himself back from pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead before he could resume his game.

“I don’t mind this at all”.

[tacticaldiary]

Dazai’s friend (they both have a crush on eachother) is staying the night at his house but in a separate room. She has a nightmare and is about to knock on his bedroom door but gets embarrassed and is about to walk away when dazai (being the insomniac he is) is still awake and is like “hey are you ok?”

Can’t sleep cause of bad dreams so I’m requesting this lol

Nightmares (Comfort)

Pairing: Reader x Dazai Osamu

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Nightmares are hard, seeking help is even harder. It's a good thing his sleep schedule is stupidly inconsistent.

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This was stupid. She felt stupid, standing outside his door hand raised to knock at the door.

She was being a baby. It was just a nightmare, nothing huge. She could deal with this alone. Waking Dazai up for something like this was wrong, especially when he'd been nice enough to let her stay the night after it became too dark to walk back to her place.

She had had a bad dream, something that scared her enough to seek out anyone nearby. Maybe it was the idea of being comforted that was appealing, being convinced that her fears were not real. Or maybe it was the fact that it was Dazai across the hall from her, the one friend she could trust with her life.

The friend she's had a crush on for the longest time.

She lowers her hand and sighs, turning to make her way back to her own room.

She doesn't manage to get far, before the soft noise of a door opening prompts her to glance back.

"Y/N?"

Great. She woke him up. Awesome. Good going.

"I-...sorry, it's nothing..." She shakes her head and offers him a small smile. She can tell he doesn't buy it by the way his eyes roam over her. She flushes a little under her gaze, and once he's assured himself that she's not hurt, he finally speaks.

"What's the matter?" He leans against the doorframe and crosses his arms.

When she looks at him, she can tell he wasn't asleep. He looked as awake as ever. She's always known Dazai was somewhat of an insomniac, but it was nearly 2am now and he barely looked rested.

Although he carries himself the same way, there's something like a lingering tiredness in his posture.

"I thought you were asleep." She avoids the question, turning to face him.

"You thought wrong." He shrugs. "Is the room not to your liking?"

She quickly shakes her head.

"No, not at all! It's...I couldn't sleep." She finally admits with a sigh. He raises an eyebrow, surprised. Pushing off the doorway, he moves closer to her, the proximity making his heart betray him and beat faster.

God, he's been head over heels for her for quite a while now. The gentle brush of his knuckles against her cheek as he brushes her hair back makes her tense up. He notices the bags under her eyes and how tired she seems and frowns.

She's fascinated by the way he seems more...real. Perhaps it's the time or maybe it's the fact that the two of them are alone, speaking in low voices and letting the silence take up most of the room. Something about Dazai seems more...human. More grounded.

She likes this side of him.

His fingers curl around her wrist and he tugs gently, pulling her along to his own room. She obeys when he nudges her to sit on his bed, returning with two mugs of tea.

The mug is warm, pushed into her hands. The sheets rustle as he climbs in next to her, sitting up beside her. The blankets make her relax and feel safe as they're tugged up and around them.

“Would you like to talk about it?” His voice cuts through the quiet, gentle and prompting. She contemplates it for a second, before shaking her head.

“Alright then.” He sighs, placing his mug to the side. “How about you try to sleep again? I’ll be right next to you.”

“Here?” Her face flushes, because how the hell did he expect her to fall asleep when he was right next to her? 

“I’ll protect you.” He grins, grabbing the empty mug from her hands. He insists and prompts until she’s laying down on her back, tucked comfortably under his sheets.

Everything smells like him, that same familiar scent that makes her relax and reminds her that he’s near. It’s lulling her to sleep and she doesn’t actually realise how tired she was until her eyes slip shut. 

“...Thank you, Dazai.” She mumbles after a few minutes, right before she falls asleep. Dazai smiles at her, and reaches down to brush her hair out of her face again. His eyes widen when he hand comes up to loosely grab her wrist.

She's still asleep, and his heart melts a little at the adorable sight. God, he's in love.

Dazai stays by her side the entire night. He did swear to protect her, after all.

Requests Are Open!

(21/10/2021)

[pies-writes-and-more]

just friends

word count: 5,393

pairing: Akaashi Keiji x Fem!Reader

warnings: literally all fluff. maybe some swearing lol 

a/n: this literally was supposed to be a short fluffy drabble and turned into a full on fic haha. I wrote a lot of this while I was half asleep so please excuse any spelling mistakes haha. I hope you guys like it! 💕 gif below isn’t mind, creds to the original creator!

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Your window was only open slightly, meant for allowing the cool air to flow in, while also aiding for a certain somebody’s quick escape if it came down to that.

The Fukurōdani Academy Group Summer Camp started tomorrow. Well. Today, if you count the fact that it was already 2AM.

It had originally been 11PM. 3 hours ago, Akaashi Keiji had crawled up the side of your house and tapped his knuckles ever so softly on your window. It had freaked you out for a second until he texted you “Lemme in”, to which you then moved to the window to greet him with a confused look.

“Akaashi, if my parents hear you-” you started, glancing over your shoulder and hoping they hadn’t somehow managed to get to your bedroom door without you noticing.

“Then stay quiet and help me in,” he shrugged, slowly plopping into your room and smiling down at you. “How’s your evening?”

You just stared at him, “Akaashi, it’s late!” You hissed as he crawled into your bed and got comfortable like he was meant to be there. “What’re you doing awake anyways? Don’t you have to be up early for your training camp?”

Akaashi just gave a hum and a nod, patting the other side of the bed he wasn’t currently occupying and giving you a smile. You rolled your eyes and tucked yourself in next to him. It didn’t matter that the two of you were slightly squished, if anything your bed actually felt comfier this way.

Without any more questions, you and Akaashi laid there for hours, whispering as the time ticked by. Your legs slowly tangled together under the sheets and you fit in his side as if you were made to be there.

“What’re you thinking about?” Akaashi asked suddenly, his voice coated with fatigue, eyes lazily opening to look over at you and your pensive expression. It had been so long between topics, you had actually started to think he had fallen asleep.

“What do you mean?” You smiled back at him, your fingers still tracing along the lines on his palm like you had been for the past 10 minutes.

“You’re too quiet to be not thinking. And you’re obviously not sleeping. So what’re you thinking about?” Akaashi explained, interlacing your hands together for a moment. Just to see how they fit.

“Why did you come?” You questioned after a moment, turning to really look him in the eyes this time. Akaashi had such a soft demeanour about him tonight, a gentleness that you hardly ever saw when he and Bokuto were getting up to their usual mischief. But he was always kind and sweet to you, always took a moment of his day to tuck your hair behind your ear, or pluck a piece of fluff off your shoulder. Always put his plans on pause to ask you about your day, texted you about life and school and plans for the future.

His future included nationals. Playing in front of crowds and cameras, screaming fans and loud cheers. His future included volleyball. But you always wondered if there was room for you in that future too.

Akaashi paused, watching your eyes and for a moment, you could’ve sworn he had looked at your lips, a flicker of something different crossing his eyes. “I needed to see you.”

He said it so casually. As if this was normal. As if it was normal for a guy to crawl into a girl’s bedroom and lay in her bed like they were already married.

“I see you practically every day when we’re at school,” you pointed out, brushing a piece of hair from his eyes and trying to determine what he was really thinking because lord knows you could never tell.

Akaashi just stared some more at you, eyes slowly blinking from exhaustion. “I’ll be busy the next few weeks. With volleyball. And I know you’ve got plans for the summer too. I just... wanted to see you before I got all busy. I wanted to just be here with you and pretend like i could come back here.”

“You could,” you added quickly, maybe a bit too quickly, because then he looked at you with surprise. “I like it when you come by,” you admitted to him quietly, sitting up slightly in your bed. “I’m going to miss you while you’re all busy this summer.”

“I can make time,” Akaashi said hurriedly, his teeth tugging on his lips as he sat up with you. “For you. I can make time.”

You look at him with a smile, his thumb grazing over your hand again as he interlaced your fingers together once more. The two of you sat there, both wanting to ask the hovering question that sat buried in your throats.

What are we?

We’re friends, you’d always insist to your friends.

But friends don’t come crawling into your room at the middle of the night to hold you and hold your hand.

We’re just friends, Akaashi had told the team before with flushed cheeks.

But no friend of Akaashi’s had ever made him so nervous, Bokuto pointed out. And friends don’t stare at each other across the room the way you two do.

What are we?

“You should go,” you pointed out as you felt the tensions rising, glancing at the clock. It was almost 3:30AM now. Maybe it was sleep exhaustion or maybe you were just tired of never knowing what you were to Akaashi, but you knew if you didn’t get him out of your room now, you might end up spilling your guts to him.

Had she felt me try to get the courage to confess? Akaashi wondered as he gathered his things, moving to leave from the window again. But not before he wrapped you up into another hug, pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead. Do friends give forehead kisses?

“I’ll miss you,” he stated as he started to climb out the window.

“It’s not like you’re going across the world,” you teased with an awkward sort of laugh. “I’ll come see you guys maybe. When you’re not too busy.”

It could’ve been your imagination, but he seemed to lighten up at this idea. He nodded and pulled his backpack off for a moment to pull a hoodie from it. “To keep you warm when I’m not around,” he told you as he handed it to you. So casual. Like this was just something friends do.

“T-Thanks,” you tried to hide your smile, tried to hide the fact that you wanted to squeal out like a little girl. You held onto the hoodie as he gave you another little wave and crawled out of your house. You held it tighter as he landed on the ground, looking up at you and smiling at you like you were his romantic interest.

Do friends look at each other like that?

When he disappeared from view, you held the hoodie to your chest, smiling as you smelt his cologne or body wash or whatever the hell it was that made Akaashi smell like Akaashi. You crawled back into bed after closing your window tightly and turning off the lights, still gripping onto the hoodie he had left with you.

Do friends miss each other almost immediately after they’re gone? A few days later and there was Akaashi crawling through your window again. You heard the knock on the glass and found him with a tired smile on his face.

“Are you just going to keep visiting me in the middle of the night?” You asked with a giggle, watching him flop into your bed and open his arms asking you to join him.

“I have to look at sweaty annoying boys all day. What’s wrong with seeing a pretty girl every now and then?” He asked as you crawled in. Do friends say things like that to each other?

“Aw it can’t be all that bad,” you insisted, avoiding his eyes as you tried to wave off the compliment. “Bokuto is rather nice to look at.”

Akaashi huffed a bit, tickling your sides briefly until you reminded him in a harsh whisper that your parents were asleep. “Stop thinking about another boy while I’m here with you,” he stuck his tongue out at you playfully.

“Sorry I’ll stick to thinking about them when you’re not around,” you teased, making him poke at your side some more.

Did friends get jealous that easily?

“Why did you come?” You asked him after a while, tracing soft lines with your finger tips down his cheek and jawline, as if carefully measuring out a masterpiece because that’s exactly what he was. “Is the training camp really that bad?”

“Nah it’s alright. It’s fun getting to play with some new teams. Bokuto gets all excited about showing off his skills,” Akaashi responded softly, his eyes closing slowly as the two of you spoke.

“Aren’t you sore? From all your games?”

“Extremely. I’m not going to feel my legs tomorrow that’s for sure.”

“You shouldn’t have walked all this way then, idiot. You’re going to tire out your legs even more.”

“It’s worth it if I get to see you,” his voice was so quiet you weren’t even sure he actually said it. You looked up at him and found his eyes open again, watching you as if gauging your reaction.

Did friends make you feel like your heart would beat out of your chest? Do friends walk all the way to your house in the middle of the night after exercising all day?

What are we?

You wanted to ask, the words forming at your lips. The question was begging to be answered, pleading at your vocal cords to produce some sort of sound.

But what if you were reading into things?

What if friends really do all the things you wondered about? What if you weren’t exactly friends but weren’t anything more either? What if Akaashi saw you as a placeholder. A warm body to be everything a girlfriend could be until he found someone actually worthy.

What if you really were just friends?

Akaashi left a few moments later, groaning softly as he stretched and giving you another exhausted smile as he insisted he’d be back some other time. He traded sweaters with you, pulling out a brand new one for you from his bag and taking the one he had left earlier.

“I’m okay with this one Akaashi, why are you giving me another?” You asked confusedly.

He shrugged and you could’ve sworn there was a blush on his cheeks, “Just cause.”

He wrapped you up in a hug, pressed another kiss to your forehead and slipped out the window. Then spent the whole walk back shaking his head at himself for not saying what he wanted to say.

“Because I like how my clothes smell like you after you wear them,” he spoke aloud into the quiet night. “Because I wanted a part of me to always be with you. Because I don’t want you thinking about Bokuto, I want you thinking about me. Because I wanted to walk all this way to tell you how I felt and I chickened out again.”

The reasons piled into his head and he angrily kicked at some rocks as he walked. Why was it so much easier to think of why when he walked away?

“Because I want to know what we are,” he whispered to himself, stopping his footsteps and staring at the sky for a moment before walking further from you.

More days passed and you couldn’t help but feel disappointed when you didn’t hear from Akaashi as much. He was busy. You were busy. Everyone was busy, you told yourself. It’s not like he forgot about you. Or that he decided to ghost you.

It’s not like he found someone else. It was a volleyball training camp, who could he have found?

You wanted to tell yourself that there wasn’t anyone else and even if there was, it’s not like you had a claim to him anyway. You and Akaashi were just friends.

But you still waited for him every night, looking out the window in hopes he’d come.

Finally you heard a little tap at your window, and there was Akaashi with another tired grin. He seemed like he was glowing more than usual. He seemed bigger, more toned under his jacket.

“I missed you,” you told him shyly and the two of you curled back under the sheets together again.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, pressing his lips briefly against your forehead. “I got all caught up in training and even after the day is gone, everyone still wants to practice. Even that blond boy from Karasuno seems like he’s getting into it.”

You smiled and nodded, thinking about the few texts that Akaashi seemed to get out to you when he wasn’t so busy, “I’m sure everyone’s training hard for Nationals.”

Akaashi nodded and smiled, shifting so he was lying on his back and staring at your ceiling, “It’s getting really close. We got to be the best we can be.”

“You’re already really good. But I know you guys will win it all,” you beamed up at him excitedly. It was one of your favourite things, watching them play. And these National games always came with such excitement.

“Only if you’re there cheering us on,” Akaashi glanced at you, as if he had asked if you were coming and waiting for you to confirm.

“Of course,” you nodded up at him. “I wanna watch my boys beat everyone! Wipe the floor with them!”

Akaashi smirked and held onto you a little tighter, fingers dancing along your skin gently.

Did friends send tingles up your spine when they touched you? Because you hadn’t noticed it with anyone else but him.

“I can’t stay long tonight, love,” he whispered to you softly after an hour of whispered conversations passed. “I told Bokuto I’d wake up early with him and get some more practice.”

You nodded understandingly, though your heart felt a little as he started to move, “After your camp, maybe we can start doing all those summer things you wanted to do. When you’re not practicing of course.”

Akaashi chuckled and nodded, “Sure. Ice cream, find a beach, go swimming, whoop your ass in a water balloon fight,” he listed off.

You rolled your eyes, shoving his shoulder back as you insisted that he was definitely going to lose a water balloon fight.

His hands grabbed you by the shoulders, pulling you into another hug. This time a bit tighter, like he was scared you were fading away, “I’m sorry I can’t stay,” he murmured to you, pulling away slightly to look down at you. “But I promise I’ll come see you soon.”

Why did everything he say always seemed like something a boyfriend would say? Do friends say things like that?

“I know you’re busy, Akaashi, don’t worry,” you told him with a small shrug, staring at your hands nervously.

“Y/N...”

There was something in his tone... something so foreign. You looked up at him and saw nervousness in his eyes, his hands sliding down your arms to hold your hands.

“Yea?”

Akaashi cleared his throat awkwardly, his eyes glancing between yours and your hands.

“I- We...” he started.

What are we?

Three words.

Or maybe he should ask what you wanted you two to be?

Is that too much? Is that too pushy?

What if you didn’t think there needed to be anything more to this relationship? What if he was overthinking it? What if this was just for fun and you really were into Bokuto?

“Are you okay, Akaashi?” You asked after a moment of him stuttering.

“Yeah... we’ll do all those things and more,” he finally managed out, his eyes avoiding yours more now. “Promise.”

You nodded slowly, wishing he would keep holding your hand as you two moved away from each other. He traded sweaters with you again, pressed another kiss to your forehead, and disappeared into the night.

You spent the night wondering what he had started saying. Why was he so nervous tonight? What was it about tonight that made him so awkward? You hadn’t seen Akaashi nervous in a lot of situations. He was always so calm, but not tonight for some reason. Could it be that he was nervous… just like you were? Could it actually be that you two were something other than just friends?

It was the last day of the summer training camp and the smell of cooking meat made Akaashi’s mouth water. He looked around him, carefully calculating exactly what kind of meats he wanted to grab off of the barbecues. He and Komi chatted with Tsukishima briefly about their baby Ace’s tantrums, Akaashi smirking to himself as he watched his idiotic best friend going around with Hinata, drooling over the lunch. 

“When Bokuto told me to swing by for lunch, this isn’t quite what I expected.”

There was a little lurch in Akaashi’s chest, hearing that voice. He swung around to see you standing there, Suzumeda giving you a little wave after she had shown you to where the team was. “Glad you could swing by! It’s not every day we get to hang out with Akaashi’s friend,” she snickered, a teasing tone in the way she said friend. 

You and Akaashi both just looked at her funny before turning back to each other, a smile on your face, “Did you miss me?”

Akaashi just gave you a little smirk, grabbing you by your wrist and pulling you into a hug, “Obviously.” He smiled down at you. “Sorry, did you say Bokuto told you to come?” He asked suddenly, looking around to find a wide smiled owl looking Bokuto behind him.

“I just thought that you’d actually smile a bit if she came by!” Bokuto insisted with a laugh, hands on his hips all proud-like. “Good to see you, Y/N! Must be nice to come by and hang out with Akaashi huh?”

You smiled up at him and moved to pat his head affectionately, “Of course! But I like coming to see you too, Bokuto,” you teased.

Bokuto’s smirk seemed different this time as he gave Akaashi a wink, “Sure but there’s nothing wrong with being here solely for Akaashi so you two have some time together,” he grinn, poking your nose playfully.

Before you could ask him what he meant, questioning his word choices and teasing sort of tone, Bokuto got called across the field, eagerly grabbing a plate with the food.

“Are you hungry?” Akaashi asked, nodding towards the gloriously smelling food. You nodded but stayed at his side, finding the massive groups of boys a little daunting. “I’ll get you something then, you can stay around here.”

“Thank you,” you squeezed his arm gently and he just gave you one of those kind soft smiles before disappearing into the crowd.

“Come on! She’s super sweet, you’ll love her!” Suzumeda was saying, dragging a bunch of girls in your direction. You blinked in surprise, Shirofuku giving you a wave as she also made her way over.

“How you doing, Y/N?” Shirofuku wrapped her arms around you excitedly, squeezing you into a hug. “You should’ve come with us! You could’ve been a big help keeping these boys in line.”

You laughed, shaking your head, “I’m not quite sure I could do what you guys do,” you insisted shyly, smiling at the other girls who were smiling at you. “Hiya! I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” you offered to the new faces.

Soon, you met all the managers from the other schools and it didn’t take long for you all to be laughing and joking about the various attitudes and characters your teams all had.

“Aren’t you hungry, Y/N?” Kiyoko asked suddenly, noting the lack of food in your hand. “We have lots, and I’m sure some of these boys don’t need to have 7 helpings!”

You nodded and glanced behind your shoulder, finding Akaashi yelling at Bokuto for trying to steal all the meat. “Akaashi already said he’d grab me a plate. Figure it’s better than me getting lost in that group,” you pointed out and turned your eyes back to the girls. 

They were all sharing grins with each other, Suzumeda giggling, “Aren’t they adorable?”

You blinked in surprise as they laughed some more, tilting your head, “Who?”

“You!” Ōtaki laughed. “I don’t know Akaashi much but Shirofuku and Suzumeda told me you two really bring the best out of each other.”

You paused a bit more and the Fukurodani girls noted your hesitation, “Sorry, was it supposed to be a secret?” Shirofuku asked with wide eyes. “Leave it to Bokuto to go spilling everyone’s secrets!”

Your eyebrows furrowed more as you glanced between the girls, “I’m so confused. What secret?”

“That you and Akaashi were dating! We heard he snuck away between days here at the summer camp to go see you and that he finally confessed!” Suzumeda explained, her smile getting more and more stiff as you seemed more and more confused.

“Akaashi and I are just friends,” you insisted nervously, heart pounding against your chest. “W-Why would Bokuto tell people that?”

“I’m sorry, Y/N, we didn’t mean to put you on the spot like that! I thought it was pretty obvious you two liked each other,” Kiyoko admitted, the rest of the girls apologizing profusely. You shook your hands in front of each other, insisting that it wasn’t their fault that Bokuto was being dumb again, your face heating up from embarrassment.

You wondered just how many other people Bokuto had been whispering this news to, but it didn’t take long for you to find out. You excused yourself from the girls, saying you were going to find Akaashi and your food, but really just feeling way too embarrassed to look them in the eye.

You met with a few Karasuno third years, Daichi grinning as he told you that Akaashi had mentioned you before and said nothing but good things.

“It’s really great to finally meet you!” Sugawara had chimed in. “Bokuto told us about your new relationship so congratulations! I have to say, Akaashi seems like he’s smiling more that you’re around.”

You quickly insisted to them as well that you and Akaashi were in fact not dating and that you weren’t quite sure why Bokuto had gone round telling otherwise. The third years apologized on their behalf, sheepishly walking back to their team as you excused yourself yet again.

Even some of the Furkurodani boys grinned at you and gave you a thumbs up, thanking you for making Akaashi smile every now and then. As much as you wanted to take credit for those smiles, you weren’t quite sure how to awkwardly tell them that you and their setter were just. friends.

Did Bokuto not realize that you and Akaashi were just friends? Why was he torturing you like this? It’s not like he didn’t know you were constantly staring at his best friend. You wanted to slip away, hide in a corner, because now it felt like everyone was looking at you differently. You were no longer just a friend of the Fukurodani boys, now you were Akaashi’s girlfriend. You wanted that title more than anything, but not like this. And what would he say when he found out? He’d probably kill Bokuto for insinuating that the two of you were dating because you two were just friends. Just. Friends. And nothing more.

You finally managed to find Akaashi, who was giving a weird look to some of the Karasuno boys, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand, “-who told you that?” He asked, a slight hint of surprise in his voice.

“Bokuto!” A small redhead grinned widely, catching your eye and his eyes widening, “Your boyfriend is so cool!” He yelled at you before stuffing his face with more food.

Akaashi whirled around to see you, both of you sharing a look of what the hell is going on? “I’m going to kill him,” he huffed as he walked over to you, handing you a plate of food. “I’m sorry I took so long but I piled enough on there for the two of us. But… everyone keeps asking me… questions.”

“About… us?” You asked slowly and he just shifted in his stance, nodding slowly. “Me too. Bokuto seems to have a big mouth for things that don’t exist.”

Don’t exist, the words rang in Akaashi’s head as he tried to remind himself that as much as he wanted, you two weren’t dating. He wasn’t sure why Bokuto had it in his mind that you were, or that he could go telling literally everyone around, but he would kill him first and ask questions later.

“Hey hey hey!” Bokuto yelled, as if he felt you two thinking about him and magically appeared behind you two. “How’s the happy couple!?”

“Bokuto, what did you do?” You groaned, not at all hungry anymore even though the food on the plate still smelled incredible.

“Do?” He asked, tilting his head as Akaashi groaned. “Why do you two look so stressed? It’s a BBQ!”

“Bokuto, you idiot. Why does everyone think we’re dating?” Akaashi asked him, flicking his upperclassman in the head. “What did you do?”

“Aren’t you?” Bokuto asked with a furrowed brow, looking between you two. “I thought all those nights Akaashi snuck away, I thought he finally got up the courage to tell you how he feels,” he told you, an oblivious and concerned look in his eyes. “Did he not tell you?”

“N-No,” you managed to get out, your face feeling hot again. What would it take to just forget all of this happened? To forget that Bokuto just insinuated that Akaashi has feelings for you? It had to be a lie right? Akaashi was going to insist that he didn’t have feelings for you and that you two were just friends. You didn’t want to hear it - you’d give anything to just slip away and forget this whole day ever happened. 

“Bokuto, I hadn’t told her yet,” Akaashi sighed instead, shaking his head. 

“You chickened out again?” Bokuto gaped, patting his friend’s shoulder in comfort. “It’s okay, I’m sure it’ll go great when you finally tell her!” He insisted, as if you weren’t standing right there.

“Tell me what?” You asked quietly, watching Akaashi’s somewhat strained expression. Why did he seem so nervous? What did Bokuto mean when he said Akaashi chickened out again? You didn’t want to believe that all of this meant what you thought it meant because getting your hopes up was terrifying. But you stared at him anyways, waiting for someone to explain to you like you were a child. 

Bokuto just grinned, looking between you two as if watching a film and waiting for the ending. “Go on, tell her!” Bokuto insisted to his friend, nudging him towards you.

Akaashi had a flush on his cheeks and he was starting to avoid your eyes. His weight shifted back and forth on his feet as he played with his fingers, sighing quietly, “I didn’t want to do this in front of everyone, Y/N,” he admitted softly.

Your heart was pounding in your ears. This couldn’t be happening now, could it? You were just friends, you were just friends, you were just friends. The words had been repeating in your head ever since Akaashi had first snuck into your room. You two were only friends - there was nothing more. You had to believe that. Because if there was something more, it meant leaving your heart open to be broken. What if he only liked you because you were available? What if he didn’t really see anything in you? What if he moved away after high school and the two of you drifted apart? Losing a friend hurts, but if you two took the next step and then you lost your friend and a lover? It would be devastating. 

“Stop overthinking,” Akaashi stated after a moment, his eyes finally catching yours and seeing that telltale sign that you were spiraling mentally. He took the plate from your hands, setting it on a nearby table so you weren’t holding it for forever. “I like you. I’ve always liked you. I wanted to tell you that night before the summer camp. And every other time that I came to see you. I’ve been wanting to tell you since that day we spent at the park and you kept picking flowers for me. You don’t make me feel like I need to be anything more than me.” Akaashi swallowed hard as he watched your eyes, feeling a little light headed as the words spilled from his lips. “I know we’re friends. But I don’t want to be just friends anymore, Y/N…”

“You don’t?” You asked softly, biting down on your inner cheek nervously. Was this really happening? Your hands were trembling at your sides, looking up at Akaashi like everyone else had disappeared (though you could still feel Bokuto squirming and squealing beside you, watching the interaction). 

Akaashi just gave you that same smile he always did, taking one of your hands and giving it a squeeze, “I’m tired of always telling people that we’re just friends. I don’t want just any friend in my sweaters and I don’t go climbing into people’s rooms in the middle of the night just because they’re a friend.”

“You did what?” Bokuto gasped, eyes widening but immediately shushing when Akaashi sent him a little glare for interrupting. 

Akaashi took another breath and just shook his head slightly, “I want us to be more than friends, Y/N. So maybe if you’re okay with it, we can start telling people that Bokuto isn’t a liar and that… you are my girlfriend?”

You looked around the space, expecting the sky to be falling or some imaginary creature to randomly show up. Because this had to be a dream right?

“You’re not dreaming, dummy,” Akaashi laughed, seeing the panic in your eyes. “It’s okay if you don’t want to. But I needed this off my chest,” he explained, starting to let go of your hand. You watched as a flash of disappointment crossed his eyes before you grabbed his hand again, squeezing.

“Of course I want to,” you breathed out shakily. “I just… always thought you wanted to be just friends. But I’ve always wanted something more with you.”

Akaashi’s face broke out into the biggest grin you’d ever seen before, pulling you into a tighter hug than he’s ever given you before, actually forcing a breath from your lungs.

“Don’t kill her before your first date!” Bokuto screeched, trying to pry Akaashi’s arms from around you. “God, that took you guys forever! I gotta go tell everyone that I’m not a liar now!” Bokuto beamed, rushing away from the new couple to shout it from the top of his lungs that his best friend finally had a girlfriend.

Akaashi laughed a bit and shook his head, watching his idiotic friend bounce around. “You should eat,” he pointed out after your hug was interrupted by the sound of your stomach growling.

You nodded and smiled up at him, “Only if you eat with me.”

“Of course. Can’t leave my girlfriend to eat on her own now, can I?” He teased, a smile on his face as he realized how easy and natural it seemed to call you that. The two of you walked around before finding a spot to eat, mingling with those around you.

You watched as Akaashi talked to people, so calm and almost unaffected by everything that just happened. But then he’d look at you with a smile, open his mouth for you to feed him and take your hand in his, and you felt like you were falling for him all over again. You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself later thinking about how many people you were going to have to hear “I KNEW IT” from. Because maybe you and Akaashi were just a little bit more than friends.

Okay fine, a lot more.

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