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alfredosauce50 · 1 year

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One more night

[Boxer! Denmark x reader] 8

Wordcount: 4, 351 Rating: MA+ for adult themes and strong language. Viewer discretion advised. The reader is referred to as she/her.

One more night - 8

Hey brother

She needs you, he said.

Be that as it may, Allen couldn’t agree. Not anymore. Ever since he got out of prison, he had a feeling you’d outgrown him. With conflict after conflict, that feeling was starting to look like reality.

“Got everything you need?” He wiped his mouth after finishing his protein shake. Your shifts were ending soon, and he was picking you two up for a late Friday lunch. He and Mathias stayed home up until then, making for a strange dynamic.

They weren’t hostile with each other, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable, either.

The Dane lifted Bob as if to answer the question. Otherwise, he had Amy’s bag over his shoulder. Inside were a few diapers, wipes, his bottle, some formula, the list just went on. Everything clunked around as he followed the other man into the parking lot. Just as he was about to enter the passenger seat, Allen extended an arm in front of him.

“Uh-uh. Baby’s gotta ride in the back.”

“Oh, right. Sorry.”

And sit in the back he did. As he strapped Bob into his booster, he wondered how absent-minded he had to be to miss this. It must’ve been muscle memory. Meanwhile, Allen was worried he’d hit him too hard.

“How’s your head?” He asked, pulling into the street.

“Fine. It’s my ribs that still hurt.” Mathias replied.

He drummed his fingers against the wheel, nodding quietly. If Mathias didn’t sustain any brain damage, he wouldn’t have to pay with his conscience. Not that he didn’t pay plenty already, and most of it to Bob.

“Mat!” You ran to him, still wearing your cap.

“Kæreste,” He took your hand. “How was work?”

Allen stood on the side. He could wait for you to acknowledge him, but the moment never came.

“It was fine. Some kid dropped their ice cream and started crying, though.” You stifled a laugh, pulling him along. “Then Amy made him a new cone out of nowhere. She’s super fast at scooping, it’s scary.”

Mathias could only smile, relieved to see you again.

“Well, once you get used to carrying something heavy all the time, it gets easy.” Amy noted.

“I guess I need more practice.” You walked back to the car with Mathias at your side, not paying any mind to the silence that followed. You were a little peckish by then, and so was Amelia.

Everyone was digging into their plates at the local Chinese buffet. You were almost done with yours, and your boyfriend was halfway through mowing down his. He managed to heap several mountains of rice, noodles, meat, and seafood onto a single plate.

“Slow down, champ. Nobody’s fighting you for it.” Amy mused, forking a pineapple into her mouth.

“I’m just so hungry.” Mathias said, dropping some bits of chewed-up food onto his plate.

“You know you can always get more, right?”

“Mhm. That’s why I have to eat quickly before my appetite goes away. There’s too much I have to eat!”

“Said every American ever. You’re fitting in just great, Mathias. I’m proud.” She nodded, closing her eyes.

“Oh yeah?”

More came flying out of his mouth.

“Speaking of eating our fill, I’m gonna go grab more.” You stood up with your plate and gave those two a funny look. “You know, before I lose my appetite looking at everything Mat forgot to swallow.”

Amy laughed. Mathias pouted. Allen didn’t react and followed you to the self-serve stations—presumably to get more, only he barely touched his food.

“Want some?”

He stood in front of a stir-fry, hand on the ladle.

“No thanks. Just came for this,” You murmured, scooping yourself some noodles. A brief pause followed, and you never turned to look at him.

Allen sighed and dropped the ladle. Two weeks had passed, and you were still giving him nothing.

“Can we talk?”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You turned to leave.

“Then why are you ignoring me?” He stood in your way, stopping you from going any further.

“I’m not ignoring you.”

“Then why didn’t you say hi?” He asked. You glanced to the side restlessly, unwilling to continue the conversation. But he had you trapped, just like he always did. “See? This is what I mean. If you’re still mad at me, we can work it out. I’m sorry, okay?”

“Even if we ‘work this out,’ it doesn’t mean I can’t be mad at you.” You sighed, feeling his hands slide up your arms. Before they got to your shoulders, you pushed them off. “I just need time.”

He merely reached up again.

“How much time?”

“You can’t know these things.”

“Why not?”

“How am I supposed to tell when I’ll stop feeling this way? I don’t know.” You frowned. Seeing his defiant look turned your anguish into frustration; Allen didn’t understand boundaries at all, and that struck you as so familiar, you practically shoved him off.

“A week. A month. A year.” He raised his voice in desperation, stepping forward to close the distance you established. “Just give me a number. Come on.”

Mathias didn’t have physical ones; he didn’t have emotional ones. And being suffocated all over again riled you up more than you could imagine.

“Allen—”

“You can’t push me away forever. You know that!”

“Just leave me alone!”

That shut him up. The searing ache in his chest returned, but he couldn’t be shocked by your outburst. He’d been suffocating you for the last minute, and being lashed out at was well-deserved.

“Why are you so obsessed with making up with me when it’s them you should be apologizing to?”

Allen didn’t answer, but his face did all the talking. His cheeks flushed a deep red, and it looked like he was about to cry. You were breaking him down, bit by bit. Everything he was to you was coming apart.

“You’re always all over me. I didn’t mind it because I loved you, but you can’t put me above Amy!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He uttered faintly. It was all he could manage, too focused on the ‘loved’ to even think. Loved, you said. Hot water rushed into his head, and his chest tightened.

“She’s your sister.” You lowered your gaze. It was strange, saying something so obvious and having it hurt. But it was the cold, hard truth no matter how you looked at it. “And I’m just your friend, okay?”

Allen didn’t know what came over him.

Driven by a harrowing sadness, then an itch he could likely never scratch, he pulled you into a crushing embrace. He pinned your neck with his chin, eyes as wide as he could get them. And his heart, pounding so hard, you could feel it thumping against you.

No words were exchanged, but the sensuality confirmed what you suspected all along.

When you returned to your seats, he stared out the window, the whites of his eyes pink from crying.

You sat next to your boyfriend, who remained equally as unknowing as Amelia to what you had just discussed. And they never asked, seeing how tense you were. What was meant to be a rage-fueled incident was starting to look like something more.

Did Allen beat up Mathias to protect you, or his relationship with you? The thought drew you in and repulsed you at the same time, but at the end of the day, anger was all you could feel.

“Gil’s coming over in a bit,” You said, putting your phone down on the counter. Amy was mixing a big bowl of dough while you were in charge of the chili. Allen just went out for some essentials.

“Okay. I got my stuff packed.” Mathias took a seat on one of the stools. “Also, why did he text you first?”

“Well, he wasn’t sure how well you were doing, and you sometimes like to sugar-coat things.” You moved the diced vegetables into the pot before continuing. He blinked at your response, but couldn’t exactly argue with it. “He wanted you to teach him how to use the gym equipment. Bar and everything.”

He perked up.

“Only I made him promise not to let you touch it.”

“I’m sure I can do some lifting.” He slouched.

“Just not anything heavier than fifteen pounds.”

“Bob is seventeen pounds.”

“Anything heavier than Bob.”

“Yeah, dude. You might accidentally fuck up your lungs from breathing too hard.” Amy hummed. After giving the dough a few kneads, she picked it up and threw it down for a plap. “A boxer without lungs is like a car without wheels. You don’t want that.”

“You guys need to believe in me more.” He mused, spinning around on his stool. “I’ll be fine.”

His injuries were still fresh, and so was the upset with Allen. Amy seemed as furious with him as the day Bob came home; she hadn’t said a word to him since. You just fought with him. And it must’ve been some fight for it to end in tears—not yours, but his.

Yet, Mathias, the main receiver of grief, didn’t feel any contempt against him anymore.

Ten minutes later, he was beside the stove, holding the ladle to be useful. You handed Amy circles of dough so she could fry it. While it crackled in the pan, he began zoning out, thinking of anything but food.

He stared at the photos on the side of the fridge.

They were all of you, Amy, and Allen.

Some were from as early as primary school. Back then, you weren’t nearly as tall as Amy, and she wore star clips in her hair. Allen had a missing tooth in all of them. But that wasn’t the detail he focused on.

It was that he held both your hands. The longer he stared, the more his face contorted—what should’ve been innocent made his stomach churn with guilt. He regretted so much that he said, that he did.

Amelia was a single mother. He’d always known that. You were just helping her in any way you could, and he belittled that too. Looking after Bob himself was a real eye-opener, and he’d mostly been carrying his things. And to think he’d been so careless with you.

It was all for his own satisfaction, his own sureties. He was insatiable, his desire as fierce as the way he moved. He could drive you to the corner with how he loved, but what kind of love would that be?

Allen had been right about him all along. And like any brother would’ve done, he defended you from him.

Mathias wasn’t one to ruminate, but it ate away at his conscience to think about. It eventually got to the point that he wondered how you two could forgive him, and his best bet was this—recovering.

He got down in a plank and did a push-up. Then another. And another. It was exactly what his doctor told him not to do, but the action was automatic, and he never stopped, doing rep after rep until it hurt.

“Mat, what are you doing?” You asked softly.

He was wincing by then, but he kept going, driven by a profound guilt he didn’t know he had until now.

“What are you doing?” You repeated, alarmed by his unresponsiveness. You’ve only seen him once like this before—when he drove around for hours looking for the exact brand and flavor of candy Amy wanted.

It happened the day after he missed her delivery, so you just knew instantly. He was beating himself up.

But he did nothing wrong.

“Mathias.” You whispered, dropping to the ground to hold him up. Only then did he slow down.

Amy watched from above, shocked by his behavior. She couldn’t let the bread burn, so she exchanged quick, worried glances between him and the pan.

When he finally stopped, he was on his side, tearing up from the intense throbbing pain in his chest. You were on the ground, helping him up. To say it hurt to see him like this was an understatement. He was supposed to be the brightest person you knew, and equally as resilient. Nothing could beat him down.

So when he cried, nothing felt right in the world.

The front door creaked open.

Allen walked in with a brown bag of groceries, and what he saw made him freeze immediately. Mathias was sitting against you, struggling to breathe, but for some reason, you were staring straight at him.

He couldn’t tell what it was behind your eyes.

But he didn’t stick around to ask.

He just dropped the bag and ran.

Everything spilled all over the floor—apples, canned goods, a tub of sour cream—and he was gone.

“Can I ask you something?” Mathias muttered.

He was back in Amy’s room, sitting upright on a chair. You had been doing breathing exercises with him for the past ten minutes, only stopping to drink some water. His tears had dried into reflective trails, but his cheeks were still as red as they always were.

“Anything.”

“When was the first time Allen talked to you?”

“The day after.” You answered, not quite sure what he was getting at. And nor were you prepared for what he was about to say. But this conversation was the last of your concerns as you iced his chest.

“Well, I heard you both,” Mathias admitted, catching you in his sincerest gaze yet. And you stared back, faltering at the thought of his scrutiny.

He kept it to himself all this time. He was supposed to be an open book, yet, it was so like him to be secretive about certain things. And even more so when he sprung them up on you out of the blue.

“Well, what did we say?” Your eyes fell to his chest.

“Well,” He repeated faintly. “He said he loved you.”

Your heart clenched at the memory, then everything that could’ve pushed him to say it. Allen and Amy were the closest you had to family, even if they weren’t related to you by blood. You weren’t really their sister, but it should’ve counted by now.

As you lingered on the thought, you came to regret what you said to Allen. Not the part about Amy being his sister, but you being ‘just a friend.’

“He did.”

“Do you love him?” Mathias gazed at you attentively. He already had his answer, seeing how anguished you became, but he needed to hear you say it.

“Not in the way I love you,” You squeezed his hands, face contorting as you continued. Your heart was racing, but it felt so right to say what you’ve always wanted to say. “I would give everything to you.”

“I know. I heard you,” He closed his eyes, pressing his forehead against yours. “And I feel the same.”

“So why are you asking?”

“I wanted to know if you’ll ever forgive him,” Mathias hung his head, pressing the top of it against your chest. It took him a few moments to confess what could change everything. “Because he only really made those mistakes after what I did.”

And everything meaning how you saw him.

“So I can’t forgive myself if you don’t forgive him.”

You stared at him in shock, then disbelief.

“Mathias, he could’ve killed you. And he could’ve killed Bob if he left him any longer in his car!”

But he was so sure of himself he couldn’t even look at you. He was always praised for being selfless, kind, and unassuming, but the one who really deserved those titles had always been Allen.

“He thought I took advantage of you.”

You froze.

“And that was only because he couldn’t believe you would betray them. He found your tests, (F/N).”

You did betray them, only Amy was more forgiving about it. She’d done the exact same thing, after all.

But Allen couldn’t even fathom the idea.

“But it’s my fault, okay?” Mathias raised your hands to his eyes as they welled with tears. When he tried talking again, he could only do so in an incoherent warble. “I was out of control. I made you do it. I’m always asking for more, and I’m always holding you down even when I should know better. I’m sorry.”

Allen believed in you so much, he took his anger out on Mathias, and the thought crushed you from the inside out. What was meant to be his fault and his alone, was starting to look like all of yours.

Amelia had been running for the past ten minutes. She was furious with her brother, but she was looking for him all the same. Now that she thought about it, it had always been this way.

She found him in Baskin-Robbins, sitting at the same table you and her always used during breaks. In front of him was a scoop of half-melted vanilla, which he didn’t pay any mind to. His arms were folded, his face was buried in them, and he was sniffling.

“Hey, asshole.”

Allen could fuck up again and again. He was brash, explosive, and reckless. There were more things he did wrong than right. But he was also selfless, and so loving, it was too much to imagine a life without him.

“Ames?” He glanced up, looking like hell. Allen wiped his nose and eyes to try and hide the obvious, but it wasn’t hard to tell. “What’re you doing here?”

“Looking for you, dumbass.” She huffed, tightening her fists by her sides. “You think I’m here to work?”

“I don’t know.”

“I’m not wearing my uniform. Or can you not tell because you’re squinting so hard?”

Allen turned back to his ice cream and stirred it idly. He never imagined he’d be talking to his sister so soon—at least no sooner than you, who actually responded to him. With Amy, it had been nothing but silence, and it was about to be broken with this.

“I thought you were pissed at me.” He mumbled.

“I am.” Amy fumed. Anger shot through her as she recalled everything he had ever done, but coupled with that emotion was endless sadness. “And I always will be because you’re such a fucking idiot.”

He couldn’t find it in himself to return her scorching gaze. He never could. He was too ashamed. And with everything that came out of his sister’s mouth, he retreated deeper and deeper within himself, unable to fathom the bitter hatred he was receiving.

“You know, he’s always looking for you when he’s in his playpen.” Heat rushed to her eyes, which she rubbed away before it could turn into tears. “I’m telling Bob what you did to him when he can finally understand. So you better enjoy it while it lasts.”

But the longer he listened, the clearer it became it wasn’t hatred behind her voice.

“Because when he grows up, he might not trust you like he used to. Even if he wants to.”

The words were as black as tar but sunk into him like water, and when he realized what she really meant, he looked at her with the most profound regret.

She wasn’t talking about Bob.

She was talking about herself.

He was never good at sticking around. Not around home, and not on the right side of law either. Allen was a twenty-something-year-old who had been sentenced, deployed, and nearly sentenced again.

If that wasn’t bad enough, he couldn’t keep his head straight to save his life. And the ones who suffered the consequences never deserved it.

“I’m sorry.” He let out. The second he uttered it, Amelia plowed into his arms. He hugged her back as hard as he could, knowing it was the only form of protection he could ever give. “I’m trying.”

“You try too hard.” Amy sighed.

“But I don’t know what else to do.” He shut his eyes.

“Just do what you wanna do. You don’t have to do something great for us to need you around.” She let him go, sparing him a gentle smile. It was what he needed to hear this whole time, and when he finally did, he felt the heaviest weight lifted from his chest.

“You’re our brother. And that’s good enough.”

“Are you guys gonna eat this or what?” A voice called from outside. Whoever it was, it wasn’t the twins.

You had been sitting on the bed with Bob, helping him play with his shapes. Mathias was taking a nap. Without wasting another second, you made your way to the kitchen. Standing there was your boyfriend’s classmate and fellow international student.

“Gil. Hey! How did you get in here?” You asked.

“Oh, uh, the door was kinda open, so I thought I’d just let myself in. Was I not supposed to?”

“No, it’s fine.” You bounced Bob, who was well into throwing a tantrum after being pulled away from his sorting cube—his face scrunched up, he threw his arms back, and he let out a high-pitched cry.

“Sorry. Did I come at a bad time?”

“Not at all. Amy just went out for a quick errand,” You walked back into her bedroom, collected some toys, and walked back out. Laying them all out on Bob’s play-mat, you put him down. He stopped crying. “She’ll be back soon. Oh, and you can have some of that, by the way. You know where everything is.”

“I was wondering,” He hummed, getting himself a plate to start building a taco. “Don’t mind if I do.”

Mathias walked in, rubbing his eyes.

“So, how’s Mat? Are we still up for the gym?”

“I don’t know. You can ask him,” You turned to the Dane, who looked as surprised as you did a minute ago. When it occurred to him, his face fell. He made plans with Gilbert. To be fair, it had been a long day for everybody, and nobody had eaten lunch yet.

“Oh, shoot. I’m sorry, I forgot.” He apologized.

“That’s cool! We’re still going, aren’t we?” Gilbert piped, munching on his taco. He had sour cream up his nose, which he didn’t bother getting.

“Oh, I don’t know. I don’t think so.” Mathias frowned, giving his hair a nervous rub. He turned to you with a pleading look, and fortunately, you came through.

“Mat laughed too hard and his ribs shifted.”

“Yeah.” He spun back to his friend. “Stupid, I know.”

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard,” Gilbert snorted, sliding onto a stool to keep eating. When he glanced up again, he licked the chili off his fingertips. “Sounds like something Mat would do. But we won’t go if you can’t. I was kinda tired, anyway.”

“I bet you wouldn’t have said that if I could,” Mathias remarked, joining you down on Bob’s playmat.

“Yeah, well, you can’t.”

“I’m still sorry, though.”

“It’s whatever, man. I’d rather you get better sooner than later. Somebody’s gotta win that tournament!”

Mathias gave him a wordless stare.

“Right.” He smiled. “I will.”

It used to be all he could think about, but he had to put boxing on the back burner. He did ever since he got injured. But somehow, it felt different now than back then. He just didn’t have the same drive.

“Gil, are you sure you don’t wanna go to the gym?”

“I don’t wanna go by myself, though.”

“I’ll come.”

“Are you sure? I mean, Amy isn’t back, so who’s gonna look after Bob?” He asked, finishing his taco.

Mathias hugged you from behind, burying his face in your back. You let him, sensing a drop in his mood, and, well, something else too. Protest. You turned to him with a slight frown, completely stumped.

A key slotted in the front door.

You didn’t want to leave Mathias by himself, but anybody could see that he felt terrible for flaking. Just as you were about to double down, Allen and Amy walked inside, arguing about Bob.

“I’m not saying you can’t be alone with him. You just have to work on your temper first.” She explained.

“But that takes time. And who else is gonna look after him while you guys are at work?” He asked.

It looked like they made up with each other.

“You could bring Bob next door.”

“And be supervised while I’m supervising?”

“For a bit.”

“That’s just embarrassing! And it’s not like I’m gonna leave the house. If I do, I can use the baby carrier.” Allen defended, exasperated beyond comprehension. “I’ll just be going down to Whole Foods. I think I can manage bringing Bob there and back in one piece.”

“He’s gotta be more than just in ‘one piece.’ Like not half-conscious.” She raised her brows.

“It’s not like I’m gonna beat up Mathias again.”

Gilbert ‘uhhed’ nervously.

“He beat up Mat?” He whispered at you. This was his first interaction he had with your so-called brother, and he was even scarier up close. What he was hearing didn’t help these first impressions, either. “How in the hell did he manage to do that?”

“It’s a long story.” You replied sheepishly.

“But I won’t argue with that. That was my fault.” Allen shook his head in dismay. Even then, he wasn’t prepared to drop the subject. If there was one thing he wanted to get right, it was looking after Bob.

“Damn right, it was.”

“I just want you guys to trust me again.”

“We will. We just need time. Just like how you need time to learn how to change a diaper.” Amy assured.

“I know how to change a diaper.” Gilbert mumbled, turning Allen��s head to him. He sunk into his neck, instantly regretting his mindless comment as he caught those piercing red eyes. “Kind of. Not really.”

“Who are you?”

“Er, nobody.”

“That’s my friend,” Mathias explained, peering over your shoulder. “Gilbert. I go to school with him.”

“Great. Another guy.” Allen grumbled, lifting the pot lid so he could scoop himself some chili. He dropped a spoon in, walked to the living room where you were, and sat on the couch. “Just what we needed.”

Next chapter: Dream on

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areyoureddieforittaylorsversion · 1 year

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My Five Theories On Reddie's First Kiss

Theory One: The Kissing Bridge -

Eddie and Richie were biking past the kissing bridge one day like they do quite often. But this time, Eddie notices something different. He stops his bike short, making Richie nearly bump into him.

"Hey, dipshit, what are you-" Richie's sentence falls short when he sees what Eddie's looking at.

"Who did that?" Eddie asks. "Is that...Does it mean..." He can't find the right words. He doesn't even know what he wants to say. "Did you? Do that?"

Richie shifts on his feet slightly. "Look, Eds, I can explain."

Eddie shakes his head. Fuck. Richie's ruined everything.

"I like it." Eddie says.

"You-you what?" Richie says.

Eddie hops off his bike and walks over to him. He stands in front of Richie for a moment before he stands up on his tiptoes and places a soft kiss on his lips.

It's brief, so brief Richie isn't sure it happened, but it did, and fuck if it isn't the best thing that ever happened to him.

"Come on, Rich." Eddie says climbing back on his bike. "Let's go."

Theory Two: The Sleepover -

All the Losers are staying at Richie's for the night. It's late, everyone else is asleep, but Richie and Eddie remain awake. Eddie because he doesn't want to have a nightmare and Richie because he's worried about Eddie.

"Hey, Richie?" Eddie murmurs, breaking the heavy silence.

"Yeah, Eds?" Richie replies.

"Do you ever..." Eddie sighs. "Do you ever think that maybe it could be different?"

"Different how?" Richie asks but he knows what Eddie means.

Eddie swallows hard, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. "I just...I wish I could...I just wish people would be okay. With me."

Richie sits up instantly, eyes widening. "Eds...Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"I don't want you to hate me too." Eddie says quietly.

"Oh." Richie says softly. "I could never hate you, Eddie."

Eddie doesn't say a word. He climbs out of his sleeping bag and lays next to Richie. Richie looks at him for a moment before he leans close to him, their lips almost touching when he speaks.

"I do." He says.

"Do what?" Eddie asks, looking at him.

"Wish things were different." Richie says. "But you know, I think you're pretty perfect. No matter what anyone else thinks."

And without another word, Richie kisses him. Butterflies erupt in his stomach and Eddie almost laughs he's so happy.

"Thank you, Richie."

"Any time, Eds."

Theory Three: The "Date" -

Every Saturday, Richie and Eddie go and get ice cream. Richie always pays and Eddie always rolls his eyes, but really, he finds it sweet.

They sit together on a bench one afternoon, ice cream in both their hands, a huge grin on Richie's face.

"Hey, Eds." Richie says, looking over at him.

"What is it, Richie?" Eddie asks, glancing at him.

"I wanna try your flavor." Richie says.

Eddie looks at him, face scrunched up. "Richie, that's disgusting. Do you have any idea-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Richie interrupts. This is too important to let him go on a tangent like he always does. "Can I or not, Eds?"

Eddie grimaces, looking between Richie and his ice cream. "Well, alright."

Instead of licking the ice cream like Eddie though he would, Richie grabs his chin with one hand and kisses him. Eddie freezes, totally shocked, but after a moment, he kisses back.

Eddie looks at him when he pulls away, not sure what the expression on his face is conveying.

"Tastes good, Eds." Richie says with a wink and Eddie blushes so hard that Richie doesn't shut up about it the whole way home.

Theory Four: Spin The Bottle -

All of the Losers sit in Bill's garage, having their weekly party. Well, party is a strong word but that's what Richie insists they call it. It's really just Bev and Richie smoking joints and the rest of them doing God knows what.

This time, Richie walks in, carrying an empty coke can.

"Hey, guys! I've got a great idea!" Richie says.

A collective groan comes from all of them and Richie frowns.

"Hey! No need to be dicks about it!" Richie says. "I just wanna play spin the bottle!"

"Rich, that g-game is for t-ten year olds." Bill says, leaning back against the wall, one of his hands absentmindedly running through Stan's hair.

"I don't care." Richie says, placing the bottle on the floor. "Gather round, Losers."

They all reluctantly sit in a circle. Richie grins. He spins the bottle, spraying everyone with the remnants of coke left in the bottle.

"Oh, for the love of God, Rich, you didn't think to rinse out the bottle?" Eddie complains but the falls completely silent when the bottle lands on him.

Eddie looks at Richie, heart racing. Oh my God, he's going to kiss his best friend. Oh my God, his best friend is going to kiss him.

Richie grabs Eddie by the wrist, pulling him across the circle and kissing him. There's cheering from the other Losers but Eddie can't hear anything, too caught up in the kiss.

When Richie gets a little too carried away, Stan yanks him back and he laughs.

"You're a good kisser, Eds." Richie says to Eddie, whose face is bright red.

"Are we gonna play or not?" Eddie mumbles, slipping back into place, but his heart feels lighter than it has in a while.

Theory Five: The Quarry (aka the underwater kiss we should've gotten in chapter two) -

Richie, Eddie, Stan, and Bill like to go down to the Quarry every day in the summertime. Richie insists they all swim even with Eddie's adamant protests.

Richie, as he always does, pushes Eddie under the water, making him shriek with laughter before doing the same to Richie.

Things carry on in much the same manner for the rest of the afternoon until Richie grabs Eddie's wrist.

"Hey, Eds, I gotta show you something." He says.

Eddie looks at him curiously but nods.

Richie pulls him under the water and winds an arm around his waist, pulling him in for a kiss. Eddie's eyes widen but he can't say a word of protest, so all he does is kiss him back.

They have to come up for air quicker than either boy would've liked, but they look at each other and burst out laughing.

"Took you long enough!" Stan shouts from the shore.

"Fuck off, asshole!"

#richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #reddie #eddie x richie #richie x eddie #reddie hc #unsolicited reddie content

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mysteriawrites · 1 year

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Can i get bnha matchup please ?

Appearance

I'm 150 cm tall and over weight with black hair and eyes. I got heart shape face and long hair . I'm not wearing any make up but if i have to do it i would like to make a cat eye make up !

Personality

I used to have ocd but now i have a depression and limerence so i get jealous very easily and i mean it. Like if my boyfriend talk with anybody alot i will get jealous. I want to be the first priority because I put them on top of everything too . I'm kind of yandere but at the same time im very romantic too. I would like to be with them all the time soooo clingy haha. I like to take care people i love and give them the word they want to hear. I can write song for them too. I sleep ALOT

Woah my first ask!!! :0 Thank you so much for the request I really appreciate it. Well then without further ado! DRUMROLL PLEASE!!!

🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

I MATCH YOU WITH:

KIRISHIMA EJIRO!!!

After reading your description and a little bit of mental consultation, I decided that our dear Red Riot would be a wonderful match for you.

He would love every bit of you from the bottom of his heart not despite your flaws, but because of them and how they make up who you are.

He will love whatever shape or size you are, but if it makes you happy, he will help you make positive changes for yourself. He would also think you're beautiful with or without makeup but if you wanted to wear some, he would ask to help put it on and if he could fix your hair for you.

He will help you through depressive episodes whether that means trying to cheer you up or just being there to sit in the dark with you, so you know he's always there for you.

He will try his absolute best to comfort you if your OCD ever rears its head, so you'll feel safe no matter how anxious it makes you feel.

He will love you just as much as you love him (maybe even more in his opinion you guys certainly have a who loves who more competition).

If you think you're clingy then oh boy, you and Kirishima cling to each other as if your lives depended on it. He always wants to be around you whether that means hanging out, cuddling and playing with your hair, or just sitting in silence. Man just can't get enough of you!

Some cute dates I think you guys would go on would be the park, the aquarium, the movies, and cuddling at home. You guys would enjoy watching jellyfish at the aquarium, eat ice cream in the park, cuddle while watching rom-coms and scary movies at the theater, and snuggle at home after cooking dinner together and crashing on the couch after a day doing one or all of the above date ideas.

Kirishima is a perceptive person; he pays attention to those around to him especially those close to him to make sure they're happy. If there is ever a time where you're feeling particularly jealous (for example if he's hanging out with Mina and the other students of UA) he'll notice immediately and reassure you that you're the only one in his eyes, and you didn't hear it from me, but he may plan a little surprise to make it up to you.

As caring as we all know Kirishima is to those around him, it is also well known that Kirishima is particularly hard on himself sometimes. Tends to bag on himself if he can't help his friends, isn't a good enough hero, or just overall doesn't see himself as manly enough. As much as he cares about you, you care about him and do everything in your power to remind him that he is doing his best and that he is perfect just the way he is and a great hero.

You two are the perfect duo. Always there to lift each other up and make sure the other feels loved. You would move the sea, earth, and sky for each other if you had to just to make the other smile again.

Oh boy that was long I may have gotten a bit carried away lol. Well, I hope you like it (this is my first time doing this kind of thing so sorry if it sucks >_<).

Runners Up: Iida Tenya, Midoriya Izuku, Kaminari Denki, and Mirio Togata.

#m #multi fandom blog #mha #kiri #mha kirishima #kirish #kirishima eijirou #kirishima x reader #matchups #multifa

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the-multifan-writer · 2 years

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MY DILF

Warning: Cursing, pet names, rough sex,

Parrying: Aaron Hotchnerxreader

I have been babysitting Jack for about three years now, and a year after Hayley Hotch asked me to be a live-in nanny which was great because I had just lost my apartment. Today Jack had the day off from school so we spent it at the park and got some ice cream. We were actually all supposed to go out today to a drive through zoo but after Hotch got called for work Jack decided he wanted to wait for his dad to go. During lunch time I texted Hotch to see when he will be home “hey Mr.Hotchner I was wondering when you were coming back Jacks ask about it” a few minutes later he texted “I will not be coming home tonight buy some pizza for you and Jack and buy him the movie he want to watch ill send you the money” I read and see a 80$ Apple Pay “and call me Aaron I’ve told you its fine” he adds I smile and text back “ok Mr.Hotchner stay safe” he reads it but doesn't respond.

Later that night me and Jack chow down on some pepperoni and wings and spend the whole night watching superhero movies until Jack went to bed, I carried him to his room and tucked him in. I cleaned up the mess that was made and go to the living room to watch some movies, I text my friend with benefits feeling a little lonely and horny when you work for Aaron Hotchner you can’t help but get attracted to him “hey can you come over just stay quit jack is sleeping” I text a few seconds later he text “omw 😈 🍆🍑” I giggle at his text I pull down my shirt and take a picture of my cleavage to send him “see you soon” I add for an added bonus. I go to my room and change into some sexy black lingerie and a see through robe and some high heels. Ten minutes later there’s a knock on the door I look through the peephole and its him, I slowly open the door and smile seductively at him “hey you” I say and pull him by his shirt and pull into a kiss he closes the door with his foot and locks it we go to the living room where he pushes me on the couch “what are you hiding under here” he says pulling the strings of my robe and exposing my lingerie to him.

He lets out a small groan and slowly crawls up my body grabbing my foot and kissing up my calf I move and arch my back he goes up to my thighs and sucks gently on my upper thigh leaving a faint mark there he goes up my stomach and makes eye contact letting me see all the lust and primal need he has, he lick up my stomach and stops at my breast were he grabs the right one and bites my nipple gently I let out a small groan and arch my back so my breast are closer to his face he pulls away causing me to whine, but he ends it by kissing me. We get into a heated make out I run my hands down his body and unbuckle is pants pulling them down and pull off his shirt, he goes to kiss and suck my neck making writher under him we he goes to take off my bra and that’s when we hear “now that’s enough I want you out know boy” a booming voice says that i registered as Aaron Hotchner I curse internally and push my sneaky link away, he scrambles to get dress and runs out pants around his knees ad shirt in hand, I tie my robe to be somewhat covered.

“So this what you do when i'm not home” Aarons says in a stern voice “no Mr.Hotchner I've never brought another man here I promise it was my first time and if you give me another chance I promise it will be my last please dont fire me in need this job please please please ple-“ I say but he stops me by grabbing my face and making me look at him I look at the floor to embarrass to look at him “look at me” he says I take a second but look at him. “No I wont fire you my son likes you but you have to do me a favor” he says tightening his hold on my face “anything please ill do anything” I beg he smiles and lets go of my face hee takes a step back and unbuckles his pants “Mr.Aa-” I start but he stops me “listen here slut i'm the boss here, now your going to get on your knees and crawl to me and suck my cock like the good whore you are and then I’ll decide if your good enough to keep around” he says fully removing his pants and boxers I look at him worriedly, but I couldn’t deny how wet my panties where. I slowly get on my knees and crawl to him I start by kitten licking the tip he wasn’t happy with that I guess and grabbed the back of my head and slammed his dick down my throat, I gag from the forceful intrusion. Aaron continues to slam his hips I hollow my cheeks and try and create a strong suction while breathing through my nose.

The tears start to brim at the sides of my eyes I bring one of my hands up and fondled his balls, Aaron lets out a small groan slows down a bit I put some pressure on his train and squeeze them I continue between pressure on the train and squeezing his balls he pushes my head all the way down until my nose is buried in his pubes and I feel his tighten as he releases down my throat. I pull away once his done and open my mouth to wait for his command “swallow it slut” he says I close my mouth and swallow I show im mouth and he harshly pats my cheek “bedroom now” he says, I stand up and Aaron growls out loud “did I say you could get up whore crawl like the bitch that you are” he says pulling my hair back to look at him I let out a small groan “sorry sir” I say “you call me master” he says letting go of my hair, I go down to my knees and he smacks my ass and I crawl to his room. Once I reach his room I stay near the bed waiting for him. I keep my eyes down, I hear his footsteps coming up the stairs. He stops just outside the door and slowly opens the door. Aaron slowly walks towards me he as his boxers back on but his shirt is off, he sits on the bed “over my lap know” he says snapping at me I quickly move to lay over his lap and he pulls up my underwear to expose more of my ass to him “we need a safe word” Aaron says rubbing my ass gently “um suspect” I say giggling Aaroon lightly smacks my ass “ok suspect is our set safe word” he says and adds “now i'm going to spank you twenty times and every time you mess up I restart now count'' Aaron smacks me really hard and jump from the sudden pain “one” I say

Smack “two”

Smack “three” I shift a little and he stops me “stay still” he says.

Smack “four” I groan out

Smack “five”, at the tenth spank there are tears streaming down my face but my panties are absolutely drench. Once Aaron reaches my twentieth spank I just know my ass is a bright red and for the next week sitting would not be an option. “Have you learned your lesson you filthy slut” he ask pulling my hair up to lock at him “yes master I will never have another man over” I say he lets out a small growl and harshly spanks my ass three more times making me cry out “that “man” you had was some little boy that wouldn’t know how to treat a woman like you” he says “and keeps it down before I gag you” I let out a small whimper and he start to rub my folds through my panties “wow look at you so wet wasn’t much of a punishment if this is how that sluty pussy of yours react to it” Aaron says drawing small circles on my clit I let out a small moan and then three fingers are shoved in my mouth “now didn’t I say to keep quiet since you can’t do that suck” he says I begin to gently suck on his fingers and he continues his work on my clit I begin to grind down on his finger to get more friction but he spanks my ass again causing a moufled whine to let out “please fuck my slutty pussy master please show me what that boy couldn’t do” I mumble through his fingers “you want me to fuck you dumb just a little dumb cock slut that needs her whole field with a big cock and some cum” he says degradingly while holding my face to look at him I nod my head rapidly “use your words slut” he says slapping my face I whimper “please master fuck your pussy it needs a man that knows how to fuck it correctly please” I beg Aaron smirks down at me “so this is my pussy” he say plunging two fingers in my vagina I moan “yes its your pussy master” I moan out he takes out his fingers and says “well then since its mine I make the rules and think you shouldn’t cum you brought a boy to my house like some needy slut” he says “now lay on the bed spread eagle” I whimper but do as he says.

Aaron walks into his closet. I crane my neck to try and see what he's doing but without turning around he says “eyes to the roof” I look at the roof and wonder about what he's going to do to me. Two minutes later he walks out of the closet with some soft looking rope and starts to tie all my limbs to the bedpost, “since you wanna cum so badly lets see how many orgasms you can handle” he says I look at him wide eyed but say nothing “safe word” he ask “suspects” I say back. He goes back into the closet and came back with a thrusting rabbit vibrator and a vibrating butt plug and some lube “let's start, have you had anything in your ass before” he ask “nothing bigger than two fingers” I say “well lets change that” he get eye level with my pussy and slowly inserts the vibrator I buck my hips and moan once its fully in he turns it on low I moan and throw my head back bucking my hips, I feel my first orgasm rapidly approaching my moaning gets louder “keep quiet you slut my son is sleeping and the neighbors are sleeping, don't make me gag you” he says holding up a ball gag I nod and bite my lip as he heightens the speed of the rabbit.

I close my eyes and throw my head back as I feel my orgasm rush right through me, as i'm coming down from my high I feel two fingers prodding at my asswhole I let out a small whimper and buck my hips as I feel the tip of his fingers enter “stay still you slut got to stretch you out first” he says but I barely hear him as I feel my second orgasm starting to build up I continue to buck my hips and grind on air to get to that high again. “What the FUCK did I say about moving you desperate slut” Aaron says and everything is gone at an instance I whimper “I wanted to see how many orgasm you can handle but clearly you can’t listen and become a dumb slut when you do cum so lets see how a little edging works for you” he say.

Aaron walk back into the closet and come back with a medium chest, he pulls out a small finger vibrator “please no master I promise to be a good girl I won't move I can listen I promise” I whimper out “i'm tired of hearing you here this will shut you up and you’ll look so pretty” he say and ties the gag around my head. He turns the vibrator on and runs it around my lips I let out a small moan muffled by the gag he opens my lips and put might pressure on my clit I moan and buck my hips and Aaron smacks my thigh “stay still” he says I nod and try and stay as still as possible, he continues his torture and I throw my head back as I feel my orgasm reaching its peack but before I explode Aaron pulls away, I whimper and try and pout through the ball. Aaron pinches my nipple and I whine trying to pull away but he doesn't let go, he goes back to my clit and does small circles but this time he lubes his fingers and pushes them in my ass deeper this time I moan and use everything in me to not buck or grind my hips, he starts to scissor my hole and I feel my orgasm approaching but just before it comes he pulls away and stops moving his fingers. He does this about six times and then he takes mercy, “ok I think you’ve had enough now lets see how well you can take some real cock” Aaron says untying the gag.

He takes off his boxers and slides is dick through my folds, getting it wet. I moan and throw my head back. My whole body was so sensitive from being edged that I could honestly cum from this. As he continues this new torture he pulls out a big but plug “both of your holes will be filled” he says covering it in lube and slowly inserting in me, I moan out from the pleasure of having my ass filled. Aaron then slowly inch by inch inserts his dick in me I throw my head back and moan “you wanna move wanna buck those pretty little hips of yours” he ask I nod my head quickly “use your words slut” he says and smacks me harshly, I whimper and say “yes please master” he smiles and says “go ahead” he builds up a steady rhythm and moan grinding down trying to get more friction going, he grabs something from beside us and then the butt plug in my ass starts to vibrate and I feel that high start and tears start to form in my eyes “look how pretty you look tear stained face” he says grabbing my face to do an open mouth pucker he spits in my mouth I saw low and he slaps my face “good girl” he says and quickens is thrust I moan loudly and stutter out “i-im cuu-uming ple-pl-please my I master” he looks down at me “cum for me whore” I throw my head back and scream at the feeling of finally being able to come Aarons continues slamming into and drawing out my orgasm tears stream down my face and then I feel a second orgasm coming “OOOh MMMYYYY IIIIIMM CUUMIIINGGGGG AAGAAINN” I yell squirting all over Aaron’s bed, thigh, and lower stomach at that point I feel him grab my hips and push himself so deep in me I think his entered my whom and he cums feeling my pussy with loads of warm cum.

Aaron slowly pulls out of me and pulls out the plug turning it off I let out a small whine and just lay there panting trying to recover from the absolute fuck of a life time. After a minute or two Aaron is next to me white a small wet towel and cleans the sticky cum “how are you feeling I hope I didn’t hurt you” “im ok its fine I liked it” I smile and look away “um does this mean im getting fired” I say concern lasing my voice he looks down at me confused “no I would never, but I would like to continue this relationship” I smile and nod “I would like that” he stops and stands up “well I drew you a bath come on” he helps me sit and when I go to stand I fall into his chest and whimper from the pain in between “guessed i fucked you just a little to hard” we both giggle and Aaron caries me into the bathroom and we take a bath together. Once we finishes he put some ointment on my butt to help with the bruising and pain “I do hope you take this lesson to heat I don't share what’s mine and your mine know” I smile and kiss him “all yours master” he growls “come on we're going to bed brat.

This is really long and dont think it truly makes sense when it comes to the sex part but I hope y’all like it

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kyannae · 2 years

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Hiii! Can I request Ran Haitani, Mitsuya and Rindou with a gn s/o.

Doing something really domestic like going grocery shopping💕

Thanks, have an amazing day

grocery shopping，↷ ran, mitsuya, rindou

summary: going grocery shopping together with them

category: fluff, established relationship

warnings: gn!reader, pet names 'babe' 'baby'

a/n: hi! yes, ofc you cann 😎 this will be my first time writing domestic stuff so it may suck,,i tried my best though! i made it into a scenario?? ish thing, hope you didn't mind ^^; . enjoy and have an amazing day/night/evening, honey!

RAN HAITANI

you huffed, cancelling off the written ‘rice’ on the list. ran watched, glancing at the list before plopping bread into the basket. giving him a small thanks, you crossed that off too. “cmere.” he mumbled, taking the sack of rice from your hands. you sighed in relief, glad that the literal sack of ‘burden’ was lifted off your shoulders.

“thanks, ran.” ran hummed in response, while you grabbed more groceries and put them into the basket.

“how many more baby?” he mumbled, slightly bored. you laughed and showed him the list, him groaning in response.

“cmon, ran. just a few more.”

ran huffed, opting to play an arranging game with the groceries in his own basket instead, waiting for you to finish the rest.

“after this, i’ll make you your favourite meal when we get back. how does that sound, hmm?” you proposed, crossing out another ingredient on the list. ran’s eyes sparkled at the mention of his favourite meal, and he nodded his head rapidly.

“that sounds great.”

TAKASHI MITSUYA

you told him that you needed to go grocery shopping, and he requested to follow you along. you agreed, happy with the fact that he wanted to help you, but that was to be expected. luna and mana had gone along with the both of you, eyeing the candies and treats- mouth watering at the sight.

you ended up being the one taking care of his siblings, while he shopped for the groceries.

“takashi, i could do the grocery shopping, you know?” you grumbled. seeing him do all the work made you feel bad.

“it’s alright babe, plus you have luna and mana to take care of already.”he sent you a soft smile, kissing you on the forehead. luna and mana gasped before cheering. people around you couldn’t help but feel jealous from the affection that takashi was showing you, but they were happy that you had a nice relationship.

“fine…i’ll be cooking the meals when we get home though!” you smirked, seeing him roll his eyes playfully and groan. he placed the last food item in the basket, and you four headed to the counter to pay.

“and, i’ll help you with the cooking,” he grinned.

“noh!” mana whined, takashi looking at her in surprise.

“you promised to play with us! plus n/n’s cooking is amazing! they don’t need you.” mana pouted, luna nodding along with her words. takashi froze on the spot, and you burst into laughter. fishing out your wallet, you paid for the groceries while takashi was still processing what they just said.

“yeah, takashi! listen to your sisters~”

RINDOU HAITANI

to be honest, he didn’t like grocery shopping. but when you had asked him, how could he say no? and that brings us to now, rindou helping you pick the groceries and carry the basket(s) while he complained about how boring this was.

“don’t be such a baby, rin.” you teased, seeing him grumble. you hummed, placing a carton of milk into the basket, rin taking the basket and swapping it with a much lighter one. you blinked a few times, a smile making its way onto your face.

“thanks, rin.” rindou merely nodded, arranging the items in the basket to cope with the boredom.

“how about i make you a milkshake when we get back? and cuddles.” you proposed, seeing rindou’s face light up before he looked away.

“i don’t want that…” he blushed, seeing people looking at you two. he didn’t want to be seen as ‘weak’ in front of others, wanting cuddles…

“which? the milkshake, or the cuddles?” you snickered, heading over to the ice cream section.

“the..the…the end.”

“yeah, yeah. sure. don’t complain if you really don’t get em though!” rindou looked at you wide eyed, scrambling to take back his words.

“hah! you’re so cute, rin.”

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folkloreguk · 3 years

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🍒Cherry Ice Cream (2)🍒

A/N: Part two is here! There won't be another one after this. I just wanted to split it into two little scenarios with one being cute and the other not so cute lmao...I hope you enjoy - as always I appreciate feedback a lot!

taglist: @lovely-ateez

genre: smut, optional bias (m) x reader (f), lifeguard!au, pool sex, unprotected sex

words: 3.4 k

PART 1 (fluff, both parts can be read independently)

It was the middle of the summer holidays and you had never been happier. Sunny weather, swimming, lots of free time and as much ice cream as you wanted were only a few of the reasons for your luck. The main cause was the boy of your dreams. A few weeks ago, you had met. It had been the most chaotic, embarrassing day at the public swimming pool – or so you had initially thought. Turns out being a walking disaster could not only attract negative attention. When the otherworldly handsome and kind lifeguard had pulled your clumsy figure out of the water and even bought you ice cream to make you feel better, you had a feeling things were about to change. And you hadn’t been wrong. Maybe you were seeing things through rose-colored glasses and a mix of lovestruck hormones, but you suspected he might just really be this great.

Ever since your first ice cream date, the two of you had been inseparable. Looks were one thing – and you had made yourself aware that though he was a picture of perfection, he could still have turned out to not be your type at all. But the inside reflected on his outside. Every day you found out a new enrapturing detail about him. He was a never-ending book that you were utterly unwilling to put back down.

Your days were spent at the public swimming pool, watching your lifeguard boyfriend do his job and questioning if this was all some sort of hidden camera prank. During his break he came running straight to your spot under the trees and plopped down on your towel, ready to spend the most time with you until he had to go back. Although your streak of bad luck was over, he still took care of you and made sure you were okay in the heat. He reminded you to drink enough water and sent you a good morning text every day. When he had first asked you to help him put sunscreen on his shoulders, you had hesitated with cheeks hotter than the sunlight that day. Now it was a daily thing, and sometimes when his hands were on your back, rubbing in the lotion, you caught yourself wishing there weren’t a hundred families around you. But it was hard scoring alone time with him at the pool. Even later at night, right before closing time, there were always one or two diehard swimming fans there.

“I love watching my cute girlfriend swim,” he would keep telling you.

“You better make sure you’re paying attention to the rest of the visitors, too,” you would reply, but secretly love his flirty remarks. Perhaps he wasn’t even so far off. After your first encounter, it was apparent that maybe you were the one guest who didneed the closest monitoring. Even his co-workers knew of you. They had made it their life mission to remind him daily how whipped he was for you, but he never cared about their teasing.

At night, you rode your bikes home. Towards the candy cotton clouds on the horizon, through the small suburb, you rode side by side, still damp hair flowing in the wind. Outside your home he cupped your face then, the sun kissed skin of his hands still warm to the touch. Like he was the slowly setting sun himself, he kissed you goodnight. You were addicted to his lips. He made you fly, brought back all your fondest memories as if he himself was in them, and let you forget every worry you’ve ever had in the world.

One evening at the pool, you lay on your bathmat, headphones in your ears and your favorite summer playlist taking you to another world. Suddenly, two hands grabbed you by the shoulders. You jerked up in surprise.

“Oh my god, we could have hit our heads together!” you scolded your boyfriend, who was smiling at you like an innocent five-year old.

“Guess what. My boss just told me that I can close the place up tonight. You know what that means, right?” he said.

“Tell me more,” you smirked.

“Technically, we can stay here however long we want. And do whatever we want. As long as no one finds out,” he whispered the last part into your ear. Chills ran up your spine despite the heat in the air.

“Do whatever we want, huh?” you said. “I thought you were being a model employee?”

“I am,” he shrugged with his child-like smile. “And the model employee needs to go back to work now. I have a reputation to uphold. You’ll be waiting for me, right?”

“Of course,” you nodded, watching his figure as he jogged back to his seat by the pool. The next hours seemed to go by extra-slowly, to your dismay. After his announcement, you only found yourself staring in his direction more than on any other day. Truly, you could never get used to his handsomeness. You thought of his voice that made you melt like ice and his hands when he kissed you. Too often they remained in innocent, safe territory. Maybe that was about to change. It was a Friday, meaning the opening hours were longer than usual. By 10 pm however, even the last person had left. The public swimming pool was closed. Officially.

You had to admit, you could get used to having an enormous swimming pool all to yourself. Blissfully, you dived through the water, not having to worry about crashing into anybody’s legs or losing track of your surroundings. You had always felt as though swimming was a little like flying. Not that you knew what flying would be like. But if you had to make a guess, feeling weightless and small in a seemingly endless space probably came close. All your life, it had remained the same. Playing pretend in the water, acting like a mermaid scavenging for the most precious treasure of the seven seas – all your loveliest ideas lingered in your memory like it had been yesterday.

The pool had a shallow end, about the depth which allowed your head to reach above the surface, and progressively deepened towards the other end. You took a gulp of air and descended into the darkness. Taking long strokes, you dived towards the white light at the wall of the shallower pool end. With the brightness ahead of you, you failed to notice the shadow behind you.

As you were in the process of coming up from the water, a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around you. For the second time that day, you jolted in surprise and quickly gasped for air.

“You scared me out of my wits! Will you stop that!” you said, but you were already smiling. It was hard to carry grudges against the boy behind you. Not when he held your waist and rested his chin on your bare shoulder, grinning as if it was a crime to even suspect him of such things.

“Hi, there,” he said and pecked your cheek sweetly. “I missed you.”

“So did I,” you admitted. Only months ago, you had made fun of how lovestruck your friend had been. You weren’t one to speak now. His hands let go of you while you turned your body to face him. Then they were on you again, and although it was a small touch, your lack of clothes created a tension between you right away.

“Wanna race me?” he whispered into your ear, as if there was anyone around to listen in. Was he serious? Did he really think you wanted him to let go of you now? His voice on your neck rendered you wanting him so bad, you had to take a deep breath to compose yourself.

“I’ve been swimming all day,” you said. “Besides, didn’t you say we could do whatever we wanted? We can swim whenever we want, during opening hours.”

“Oh, sounds like you have better plans?” he asked. For a moment, he touched your forehead with his. If you bent forward slightly, you could have kissed him. His hungry eyes were on your lips when you had finished the thought.

“I was thinking you could kiss me, for starters?” you coaxed him. He chuckled.

“So you’ve been thinking about it too, the past few hours,” he realized. “You know, I was trying to be subtle about it.”

“Forget about being subtle,” you said. “Let’s just make out, please?”

“I’d like nothing better than that,” he smiled, and then your mouths touched. His gentle lips tasted faintly of chlorine and salt, a taste you had come to associate with him and magnificent things. You held his face in your hands tightly and pushed your body against him yearningly. Reacting, he sighed and deepened the kiss. His wandering hands found the small of your backside as you arched your back into his frame. You hummed quietly, hands burying in his wet hair and playing with it at the nape of his neck.

All your childhood you had been searching for your treasure under the water. Now you understood. He was right there in front of you. Little you would be proud you had found someone this precious and incomparable. And hot.

“Jump,” he said. You did as he suggested and wrapped your legs around his waist. The proximity of his body made your heart hammer against your ribcage with such feverishness, you worried it might jump through your chest. With the way he touched every curve of your body, you almost forgot how to kiss. Luckily, your instincts did the job for you as you sipped on his lips and sighed every so often. He caught your bottom lip between his teeth, and you felt his smirk when you moaned in surprise. Every inch of your skin burned with desire for him.

As he carried you over to the side of the pool, you pulled away shortly. You took the liberty to attack his neck with frenzied kisses. It felt just as you had imagined a thousand times. You couldn’t possibly recount all the instances when you had found yourself staring at his neck and shoulders in the past weeks. He was easily the biggest distraction you had ever known. But it wasn’t your fault his tanned skin was so inviting and his strong presence ever so alluring. Returning his teasing, you bit into his shoulder, kissing and sucking on it right after.

“Fuck, baby,” he said in a throaty tone. “You’re amazing.”

Softly, he rubbed his nose against yours before your lips locked again. The kiss was all but soft. Your tongues meddled as if you were starved people and you could barely keep your hands in one place. Not that you would want to. You wanted to glue his hands onto your body or better yet handcuff him to your wrists. What was the opposite of a restraining order called? You were about to invent a word for it. Never before had you been so intoxicated, so in ecstasy with another person.

He pulled aside the fabric of your top momentarily and cupped your breasts in his hands. You gasped and melted into his touch and the way he played with your nipples. He attacked your neck in kisses and you shut your eyes, enjoying the sensation of his lips.

“I really want you.” He had his hands on your ass and all you could think about was the growing bulge in his swimming shorts. Your hard nipples rubbed against his chest, the thin fabric of your swim top doing little to nothing to separate your bodies. How could somebody’s whole existence be so titillating? He pulled away, just far enough to speak but barely. “I’ve wanted you like this for a while. But I didn’t want to unsettle you by making you think I just want sex from you. Truth is, I don’t want you to be just some summer romance, Y/N. Every day I hope you’ll still be here when summer is over.”

“Why would you think I’m going anywhere?” you asked. “You’re the reason I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. I ask myself every day how I managed to end up with you in the first place.”

“That’s easy. First, threaten to demolish the turnstile with your stubbornness, second, offer your head to a bunch of kids with a water ball, third, square up against a bug in front of a hundred people, fourth- “

“Okay! Enough,” you said. “Don’t bring up my clumsiness. That’s just about the least sexy thing in the world.”

“Baby, I think there’s nothing not sexy about you,” he spoke. He kissed you deeply and all your embarrassing memories vanished at once. “So, you’re cool with this?”

His sudden change in tone caused your breath to hitch in your throat, as his hands lingered by your hips, just above your bikini bottom. You only nodded, the motion getting more eager as the words sunk in. He slid his fingers along the inside of your thigh, and you squirmed under his touch in desperation. Swiftly, he pushed aside the material above your center. His digits slid through your wetness, catching the nub between them, and rubbing ever so slowly. An overwhelmed gasp spilled over your lips, and you closed your eyelids.

“Fuck- ,“ you muttered under your breath. He teased your core, nearly sliding his finger into you, but then pulling away to find your nub to toy with.

“You look so beautiful,” he said. At his words, you looked at him through fluttering eyelids. He was one to talk about beauty. The luminescence from underwater sharpened his features, and his eyes had something magical, something enchanting about them. Like he could have you – or anyone – without saying a word. He reminded you of a merman, or rather a siren. Ready to drag you along with him, deep under the surface. And you were so willing to let it happen. For all you knew, you were long lost and under his spell anyway.

“Have you ever done it in public?” he asked. You were too distracted by his fingers on you at first, head hanging back in ecstasy, until you snapped out of it.

“No, but – fuck – I guess I can strike that one off my sex bucket list after tonight, can’t I?” you said.

“You have a sex bucket list? Interesting, tell me more about it,” he smirked. His eyes darkened and his tongue licked over his lips once. As if on command, his lazy ministrations on you quickened, rubbing your clit in small, circular motions until you were a moaning, stammering mess. You suspected he did so just to see your immediate reaction, and you gave him just what he wanted.

“Can we postpone the – the talking…on later?” you murmured, feeling like collapsing against his broad shoulders. “I’m kind of too busy to – to talk.”

“I can see that,” he teased you, kissing you gently. The delicacy of his lips only made your head spin more. “You’re so sweet, baby.”

“Don’t you want to get busy too?” you asked. You reached for his swimming trunks and wrapped your hand around his hard member through the material. “I don’t want to wait any longer.”

“Shit- me too.” His arousal echoed in his moans, and he sucked in a breath. There was a sense of power in knowing you could make him react so gravely by doing so little. You tugged on his trunks and pulled them down a little to reveal his full length. Palming him, you felt how painfully hard he must have been for a while now. He groaned and it was the best thing you had ever heard. Eagerly, you slid your bikini bottom off and watched for a moment as it sunk down into the depths of the pool. Your legs wrapped around his waist again as he aligned his cock with your core.

At this point you supposed you were both out of words. Hunger had taken over and you barely managed to form a sentence. He kissed you and you hummed and nodded, wanting him to know you were ready. Easily, he entered you and you whimpered at the way he stretched your velvet walls after all the wait. Your senses were overcome with everything around you. The warm water enveloping the both of you, the soft summer breeze caressing your faces, his hands on your hips as he guided your body into his thrusts and the sound of your breathless moans and sighs – it was pure bliss. Night had almost fallen, with the sky being a deep blue, almost black by now. It was a perfect setting for a perfect night with your favorite person.

You gazed into his dilated pupils and the coil in your stomach tightened in the most delicious way possible. Now you recounted a myriad of dreams you’d seen him in. Not always, but occasionally he showed up in your dirtiest of dreams, with his gorgeous, addictive smile and strong arms. But now he was right there, in front of you – inside of you – and you apprehended how weak your boldest imaginations had been. Your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders as you clenched around his cock. He moaned your name huskily and it only clouded your head further.

It was crazy how loving a person could magnify everything. Even with closed eyes, the mere idea of him fucking you, at night in a public pool, could beat every single other experience you’d ever had. You felt like you were blessed with the audience with a god. A god, who had manifested on earth only to scoop you up and show you the finest things in life. You definitely couldn’t think of a finer thing than his cock dragging through your walls, hitting your g-spot repeatedly, while he had you cased against the pool tiles. Moans and little whimpers fell from your lips, and you were glad there wasn’t a single soul close by who could have heard.

He was jaw-dropping. With the way he pounded into you hard, using the poolside wall as support on your back, you felt your head spin as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your skin seemed to prickle wherever he touched you and you pushed your chest against his. Just a little closer, you told yourself, even though you were running out of space already. It was body against body while he whispered naughty things into your ears, telling you how incredible you felt, how lucky he had gotten with you and how sexy he found you.

“You’re the fucking best I’ve ever had, baby,” he said. His teeth grazed your neck as he kissed your sensitive skin messily. You could have counted every single drop of water hanging from the strands of his hair and adorning his face. Could have taken notice of every single eyelash and even the tiniest speckles of color in his irises. But you could barely command your eyes to stay open.

“So- close,” you said. In your ecstasy, you clawed at his back as another wave of pleasure went through your entire body.

“Together, hm?” he said, lips brushing over your cheek with every thrust. You hummed and nodded, as he picked up his thrusts to a toe-curling speed. With every touch of your sweet spot, you felt reality slip away a little further, and you were doing nothing to fight it. You invited the feeling in, resting your forehead against his, breaths coming out in short puffs. And then it overcame you. Your orgasm jolted through you like electricity, and you clung to him as if you might have sunken otherwise. It made your shared moans high pitched, and he followed you, pulling you into his arms like it was alone you who was keeping him afloat.

The splashing of the water softened as he drew out your highs for as long as possible with slower thrusts. Eventually, he halted completely. He cradled your face in his hands and when you finally opened your tired eyes, he was watching you with full adoration. His charming smile caused an eruption of butterflies in your stomach. This was only the beginning of your time together, yet you could barely fathom your fortune. And as it seemed, this time fate was on your side.

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sammygvfslut · 3 years

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i like you a latte | s. kiszka

Summary: Words cannot espresso how much you mean to Sammy Kiszka.

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Hey besties!!! this is my first ever sam fic, and i really hope you guys enjoy it! it’s super cheesy so beware of some tooth-rotting fluff ahead. any and all feedback is appreciated <3

Loud chattering and the sounds of espresso machines hissing and whistling filled the cafe. Every few seconds or so when a new customer walked in, a soft ringing above the door rang. Glancing at the clock, you sighed as it read 7am. Way too early for your liking. You wished to be back in bed under the covers with your cat Joey snuggling. Plus, the cold weather made it even harder for you to get out of bed every morning. Damn you, winter.

“Good morning.” A voice said suddenly, startling you as you slightly jumped. “Whoops, didn’t mean to scare you there for a sec.”

Turning around at the voice, your heart fluttered and a smile pulled at the corners of your lips. “G-Good morning, Sam! Nope, didn’t scare me at all. I was just uh...focusing very hard and you caught me off guard.”

A chuckle rumbled from his chest, his own lips curving and flashing that beautiful grin. God, he made you melt. You took a quick chance to admire his appearance for the day, luscious brown locks pulled back into a low bun with a few stray pieces framing his face, and he wore a slightly oversized brown grandpa looking sweater. He exuded true fall energy today and all you wanted to do was snuggle with him watching a movie while sipping on hot chocolate. “Right. Focusing on what exactly? Staring at the register?”

“S-Sure. Yes, the register.” Totally not him instead. “Um, I realized it turned off right now and my mind blanked to turn it back on.”

Sam placed a hand on your shoulder as he laughed, his touch leaving a wave of goosebumps to rise out of your skin. “You’re so cute. I’ll leave you to that then, but if you need help trying to get the register to turn back on again, let me know.” And with that, he sent you a wink and turned on his heel away to start on the customers orders.

Alright, alright. So maybe early shifts weren’t as bad as you thought thanks to your insanely charming co-worker. Sam and you had been working together for the past year, and almost instantly you started falling for him. He welcomed you with open arms and he was a great help when it came to your training. Your co-workers were nice too, but Sam took that extra step in making sure you were comfortable with what you were doing. If you made a mistake and were freaking out about it, he somehow knew the way to calm you down. He was too precious and good for this cruel world. And most of all, out of your league too.

With his dashing looks and amazing personality, you just knew there was no way he’d ever feel the same about you. Except, any time you’d voice that thought to any of your friends at work, they’d tell you you’re crazy and that he likes you too. Apparently they caught on to the signs more than you did, which wasn’t a shocker considering that you’d have no clue if a guy was interested in you unless he blatantly confessed. So, trying to figure out hints was completely pointless for you.

“Uh oh, she’s deep in thought,” one of your friends/co-workers, Danny, teased. He also happened to be Sam’s best friend, and current band mate since the pair are in a band with Sam’s older twin brothers. “I bet I can guess what, or who you were thinking about.”

“Don’t even say it,” you warned with a finger, “He’s literally four feet away from us—”

“So?” Danny rolled her eyes with his arms folded. “Why don’t you just tell him how you feel? Come on, it’s been almost a year now. What’s the worst that can happen if you confess?”

“He can hear me.” You stared blankly at him, shaking your head. “Absolutely not though, Danny. I will not embarrass myself from the humiliation I’d have to face from his rejection.”

Danny groaned frustratedly, placing his hands on both your shoulders and shaking them. “You’re so hopeless! Y/N, how many times do the guys and I have to tell you he likes you too!” He raised his voice a little louder than necessary which accidentally caught the attention of almost everyone in the cafe. Sam included unfortunately. Danny’s eyes widened, silently cursing under his breath. “Carry on, everyone.”

As much as you hated to admit it, Danny wasn’t lying when he mentioned about the guys agreeing that Sam likes you too. Every time you came over Josh’s apartment and Sam was there he’d find any little excuse to have his arm around you or teasing you constantly. You’d shake it off that he was just treating you like a friend would, but of course the guys would disagree with you.

“We’ll finish this conversation later,” Danny told you sternly, “But for now, and don’t make it obvious, but Sam’s looking at you.” A mischievous grin spread across his face as he winked and stepped to the next register before greeting a new customer and taking their order.

Heart pounding out of your chest, you slowly looked over your shoulder in Sam’s direction. You saw his head quickly turn and finish off the drink in front of him. Your cheeks burned at this and tried taking deep, slow breaths to calm yourself down. Didn’t work much, but as a new customer waved and told you their order, your breathing turned back to normal.

On the other end of the counter, Sam was currently freaking the hell out from what he heard a few minutes ago between you and Danny. He didn’t mean to, but he also wasn’t that far from either of you. Plus, Danny wasn’t the best at keeping his voice low. He had a strong feeling he knew you were talking about him, and for that reason alone he overflowed the cup he was pouring into and made a mess. He cursed under his breath and wiped his hands on his apron, shaking his head.

You caught sight of this and rushed to his side, grabbing a cloth from under the sink and started wiping the sticky counter. Sam was certain his cheeks were tomato red from his embarrassment, making a complete fool of himself for not paying attention to what he was doing. More so focusing on your conversation and your damn smile from earlier. You weren’t the only one here with a crush.

“T-Thanks, Y/N.” Sam chuckled nervously, throwing the cup in the trash and tossing the drink pitcher he held in the sink. “I’m normally not this much of a dumbass.”

“I’m not too sure about that one, Kiszka.” You teased lightly with a grin. “It happens, don’t worry,” you assured. “I’m just glad it was cold tea you spilled and not steaming coffee. I’d hate for you to get a third degree burn. That happened to me once, don’t recommend it.”

“Didn’t I drive you to the hospital for that?” he asked. “I think that might’ve happened a few months ago.”

Your eyes widened at the memory. “Oh shit, you’re right. God, I’m still so sorry I had to drag you into that.”

Sam shook his head, lips curving and cheeks no longer flushed. “For the hundredth time, stop apologizing about that, Y/N. You know you can count on me for anything, so of course I didn’t mind driving you to the hospital. I remember even blasting some ABBA on the way over there so you’d have something else to focus on instead of the pain you endured.”

You smiled at the memory. “Didn’t we also go out for ice cream afterwards?”

He nodded, lightly rubbing his arm. “Yeah, it was a lot of fun. I mean, I always have fun when I’m with you.”

Your breath caught in your throat at his last few words, blinking slowly. “O-Oh.”

Oh? That’s all you have to say? Nice one, Y/N.

Sam’s heart dropped. Fuck. Maybe you weren’t talking about him after all. Maybe it was Danny or one of his brothers that you had a crush on and he was mistaken about it. He wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow him whole right about now. Being anywhere but here sounded splendid to him.

“Y-Y/N, I—“

“Ihavefunwhenimwithyoutoo,” you muttered all too quickly, and poor Sam barely even understood what you said. He didn’t have the chance to ask you to repeat yourself because you quickly walked away to the back and he was left with a tug at his chest, frowning.

Within the next few days after Sam’s tea spill, literally, things between you and him became...awkward. Something went off in him to become even more clumsy than normal and forget everything he’s ever known when you’re near him. He’d get flustered, stuttering a lot, messing up orders, dropping dishes, and nearly tripping all the time. He hated it so much and wished he could just muster up the courage and apologize for being such an idiot and confess his feelings to you. Even during your hangouts with the guys, Sam and you wouldn’t interact as much and honestly you were well aware you were being super childish and immature about the situation. Sam did too, and he needed to snap the fuck out of it.

The next few days at work Sam would ignore Danny’s little side comments about his immaturity and continued working in silence. For the rest of his shift he didn’t talk much to anyone other than the customers. He wanted to talk to you when he had the chance, but then he’d quickly back out and walk the opposite direction.

He couldn’t figure out why it was so futile for him to just grow a sack and tell you he likes you. He’d never gone through this struggle before. Then again, as cheesy as it sounded, the other girls he’d asked out in the past couldn’t compare to you. Never in a million years, and maybe he was too afraid that he didn’t deserve someone as amazing as you.

Nearing closing that same day, it was only you, Sam, and Danny. The flow of customers died down and not many people came in towards the end of the night which you were grateful for. It finally gave you the chance to relax a bit and start cleaning things up ahead of time so you wouldn’t have to stay after. Joey and a nice warm bath were waiting for you at home.

While Sam decided on working the register and you and Danny would clean, he grabbed your arm and led you into the back.

“What are you two still doing not dating each other or talking?! It’s been way too long now, Y/N. And since it’s only us three tonight, you have no other choice. Come on, I know you can’t take this any longer, and he can’t either. I can take over the register for a bit while you and him talk.”

You chewed on your bottom lip, contemplating his offering. As incredibly thankful as you were for his help, you were also scared shitless of the possible outcome. Perhaps it was finally time though that you say fuck it and say what you needed to. You couldn’t go on for any longer to keep your feelings bottled up inside. Maybe, just maybe he might feel the same way, and by God you hoped that would be the case.

Inhaling, you nodded slowly and made your way back to where you were. Your eyes searched for Sam and saw he was busy making a drink, except there was no one else here besides you, him and Danny. It could’ve been a drink for him, so you shrugged this off and went towards the sink to start washing the dishes.

A few moments later, Sam cleared his throat from behind you. “H-Hey Y/N, so um, I know the créme brûlée latte is your favorite, and I thought I’d make you one. You seemed really stressed and busy today and I wanted to try to cheer you up. I hope that’s okay.”

Your heart swelled at his generosity and your cheeks burned as you felt his gaze burning into you, his palms soaking from nervousness. “Sam, you didn’t have to do that for me.”

He shrugged casually, a small smile on his lips and his cheeks tinted a light pink. “It’s okay, I wanted to. And I uh, tried my best on the art. Hope you like it.”

Raising a brow, your gaze dropped on your cup and your eyes widened as you saw what he was referring to. A small coffee cup with the words I like you a latte around it.

“It’s true,” Sam chewed on his bottom lip while running his fingers through his hair. “I really like you Y/N, and I’m so sorry for acting like such an idiot these last few days around you. I don’t know what came over me, and I’m sorry that I didn’t talk to you much either.”

Setting your cup on the counter, you took a step closer to him and cupped his cheek, rubbing your thumb softly against his soft skin. “You don’t have to apologize for anything, Sam. I’m sorry for not talking to you too, as well as for making a fool of myself. I tend to do that around someone I like.”

Finally, the realization dawned on Sam as a wide grin pulled at his lips. “Glad we’re on the same boat.”

“I-Is it alright if I kiss you?” he asked shyly, his eyes sparkling as he looked at you.

You giggled. “You don’t even have to ask, loverboy.” You playfully rolled your eyes and cupped his other cheek before connecting his lips with yours.

A smirk pulled at Danny’s lips as he glanced at the two of you, shaking his head. Josh and Jake owed him $20 now.

It was about damn time that Sam and you finally espresso’d your love for each other.

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arvinsescape · 3 years

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Too busy.

A/N: I am so sorry this took a while to get out, but here it is! I hope you all enjoy, it is based off a request that @tomhollandlol sent me and I hope you also enjoy and thanks again for your patience. I did change a couple of things but stuck to the basic concept, I hope you don’t mind 💕

Request: Angst one shot, they have 2 kids together, different scenarios, he never pays attention and does something else and is always too busy.

Warnings: Bit of swearing, mentions of sex.

W/C: 4.2K

This last six months had been the hardest she’d ever had to go through, in her entire six years of marriage to Tom, this had been the hardest. Having two kids on top of that didn’t make it any easier, she felt alone, more alone than she had in her life, she was bringing up two children, seemingly on her own. Their eldest was almost four and their youngest was nine months old and teething, which meant she cried a lot.

Tom had been there for most of their journey, he shared the work load and it made life easier but this last six months haven’t ben the case. He became busier, he had two projects going at once and whilst she would happily make allowances for his career it was becoming too much for her. She hated the assumption that things should be easy because she was a stay-at-home mum but that was far from the truth. The children were so young that they needed her constant and undivided attention.

She was struggling to give two children her undivided attention and recently she’s become run down, completely running of fumes. She lives her life in a constant state of tired, she barely does a thing for herself, hell even a shower seemed like a hard task half of the time and Tom? Well half of the time she wasn’t a hundred per cent sure exactly what it was he was doing. She wondered how he hadn’t noticed, how he hadn’t seen the tiredness she constantly displayed.

Half of the mums at school had noticed, she saw it in their looks of pity when she arrived with her son, looking run down and disheveled because she couldn’t make herself look presentable. She didn’t have the time because either her baby would need something or her four-year-old which left no time for herself in a morning.

“Tom?” She shouted as she bounced Ava on her hip.

“Yeah?” He shouted back from where ever he was in the house.

“Can I get your help please?”

“Y/N, I’m busy.”

“You’re always busy.” She muttered to herself as she gave up and tried to soothe Ava on her own whilst making Noah’s lunch.

“Tom, I’ve just cleaned there.” She spoke, almost in disbelief as she watched her husband place his golf clubs in the middle of the hall.

“I’ll move them in a bit.” He shrugged. “I need to read over some stuff.” He said as he wandered down the hall and into his office. She couldn’t help herself as she flipped him off on his way, thankful he couldn’t see.

“Tom? Is there any chance you can take Noah to school tomorrow? I need to take Ava to an appointment and I don’t wanna be late again.”

“I can’t darling, I’m busy.” He answered, eyes on his laptop.

“Tom, please? I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.” She tried and Tom looked up at her.

“Y/N/N, I am really busy right now. Just take Noah into school earlier and then you won’t be late.” He said and she looked at him in disbelief.

“Right, yeah, okay.” She huffed and left his office, shutting the door with enough force to let him know she was upset with him.

“Daddy! Look what I did.” Noah screamed as he made his way through the door.

“I’ll have a look in a bit my love, I’m busy at the moment.” Tom answered and their son huffed in response.

“Daddy!” Noah shouted as he ran into his father’s open arms. “Can we go for ice-cream?” He asked excitedly.

“Ask mummy, I have some work to do.” Tom said and Noah visibly deflated.

“She already said no, she’s too tired.” Noah mocked his mother’s voice.

“Well I expect she is tired.” Tom said, they never bad mouthed each other in front of the children. It wasn’t something either of them did.

“Why? She doesn’t work.” Noah folded his arms over his chest and Tom looked at him in a scalding manner.

“That’s not nice. Your mummy works really hard to make sure everything and everyone is okay. Don’t talk about her like that.”

“But she doesn’t do anything. She looks after us, my friends mummy works and she’s fine. Everyone at school has said it, she has nothing to be tired about, that’s what my friend’s mummy’s say.” Noah huffed, he had a bit of a temper streak. Tom’s heart plummeted, where people really shit talking his wife? To the point his son had become subject to it.

“That’s enough now Noah.” Tom said as he set his son down.

“Whatever. You’re always too busy and mummy’s always too tired. You’re both boring.” He snapped before running into his bedroom and slamming the door. This made Tom’s heart shatter, they were both trying to do the right thing. Tom really contemplated his life choices and in hind sight he wished he’d done something sooner, especially with the conversation he was about to have that evening.

“Tom, you are never here.” She exclaimed, a small comment having sparked an argument that had her struggling to keep her voice down.

“I’m busy. Look in a couple of months I’ll be here.” He said and she huffed folding her arms over her chest.

“You’re always busy Tom. I can’t remember the last time you put us first.”

“I’m doing this so I can take some more time off, Y/N, I don’t wanna be that guy but I earn the money, I can’t just stop working.” He snapped and she felt her anger rise in response.

“That’s bullshit,” she hissed out and he was taken aback by her tone. “You were in some of the biggest movies going a few years back. We are not struggling for money, that is some bullshit excuse for the fact that you’re not around.” She hissed, voice laced in nothing but venom.

“Look, I have a week off starting tomorrow, I don’t need to be anywhere and I won’t have any responsibilities, I can help.” He offered and she sighed, anger leaving her with nothing but defeat.

“I hope so.” She shrugged and Tom looked at her carefully.

“What do you mean?” He asked, there was something in her tone that scared him.

“I mean,” she sighed. “I can’t keep doing this, I’m tired and I need more from you.” She didn’t sound angry just tired and Tom felt his heart drop.

“Meaning?” He asked tentatively.

“Meaning, I can’t carry on doing this and next time it’s going to be a very different conversation. A conversation about us that I really don’t want to have but it’s come to that.” She sighed out before turning on her heel and leaving Tom with his thoughts. His heart shattered, had he really been so neglectful?

Tom was free for a week, which helped slightly because their son was always itching to spend time with his father. She thought this would mean that she got a little respite after their conversation the previous night but that’s not how it panned out.

“Y/N?” Her husbands voice echoed through the halls and she couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his tone. She shouted back her location within the house and few seconds later he appeared. “I need you to look after Noah.” He said, their son hot on his heels, she furrowed her brows.

“Why?” She couldn’t help but asked and Tom gave her a sympathetic look.

“I need to get some of this work done and as much as I love him he’s distracting me.” Tom spoke and she couldn’t help but huff, it was always something.

“I thought you were off this week?” She couldn’t help but ask, tone clipped and she instantly regretted using it in front of Noah.

“I was but then my agent emailed this morning and I now have a load of work to do.” He said, there was a sadness laced in his tone but she didn’t care. She passed him feeling bad about it, she needed him to put them first and recently he hasn’t.

“Fine, whatever.” She grumbled out a response and Tom felt awful, he could see how tired she was, he wouldn’t deny that. But these two projects were taking over and he felt just as tired trying to keep up. To anyone else looking in they would have said the couple needed to sit down and have a chat but of course relationships are more complex than that and the couple were still waiting to have said chat.

“Baby, I’m sorry.” Tom spoke and she sighed.

“It’s whatever Tom. He has some schoolwork he should be doing anyway.” She said, tone defeated and Tom sighed before nodding and making his way back into his office. He wanted to say something but he was afraid to start an argument in front of the children, the two had agreed that their arguments would be kept private, the children didn’t need to know about them.

She spent the afternoon trying to split herself between helping Noah with his math’s work and Ava with her teething. Noah was a bright child when it came to English and Art but Math’s? He was no good at and required a lot of help. She found herself growing frustrated the more she went through the work, she felt guilty but she was so tired she couldn’t help it.

“No, Noah. I’ve shown you this now. Come on, you need to work with me.” She said and instantly regretted the words.

“Mummy, I am trying but I don’t get it.” Noah said back as Ava burst into another flood of tears. She jumped up from her seat, Noah making a noise of annoyance at her actions. She scooped Ava into her arms and rocked her, it was making no difference, the ache in the child’s gum causing ample discomfort.

“Ava come on, shh, it’s okay. Calm down.” She said as she hastily scanned the living room in search of her teething ring. Her eyes landing on the object and she hastily picked it up before handing it to her daughter. She placed the ring in her mouth and instantly her screams calmed to small cries. Once she was settled enough, Y/N placed her back in her high chair and proceeded to help Noah.

She was tired by the end of the evening, her only job being left was to put Noah to bed and he just wouldn’t settle either. He wasn’t great at bed times, he was an alert child who found it hard to switch off for the day.

“Mummy, can we please have another story?” He asked and she felt herself deflate, all she wanted was to have a bath and go to bed.

“But sweetheart, I’ve already read two.” She tried to reason and Noah threw his book onto the floor which made her sigh out as she retrieved it.

“Please mummy? I’m not even tired, can’t I just play with my toys?” He asked, arms folded across his chest and she wasn’t prepared for what was to come next, signs of his temper tantrum approaching and fast.

“No sweetheart, you have school tomorrow.” She sighed out and she watched as her sons face turned into a rather sour expression.

“So? I’m not tired. How can I sleep if I’m not tired? You’re supposed to read to me.” He said and she sighed.

“Baby, mummy’s tired herself okay.” She said, she really didn’t have it in her to stay awake much longer.

“Then get daddy to read to me.” He huffed and she nodded before standing up and making her way into her husbands office, a soft knock pulling him from his work.

“Come in.” Tom’s voice spoke, eyes still trained on his emails.

“Tom? Can you read to Noah please?” She asked, hopefulness lacing her voice, her husbands eyes finding her tired ones. There was something about the way she looked tonight, the way she looked like she was struggling to keep herself stood that reality hit the man hard.

“Of course baby.” Tom said as he stood and he didn’t miss the flash of shock grace his wife’s face. He felt immensely guilty, he hadn’t been there for past six months and he could see what that was doing to her. “Have you eaten?” Tom asked and she shrugged.

“Bits but I’m not hungry.” She said as she rubbed at her red and tired eyes. Tom felt like an utter dick, he’d taken on too much and left his wife to pick up the pieces.

“You should eat.” Tom said and she shrugged.

“I just want to go to bed Tom.” She whispered out and he nodded in response before making his way over to her and kissing her forehead before pulling her into a hug.

“Then go sleep love. I’ve got Noah.” He spoke and she felt relieved, completely and utterly relieved, she didn’t even want the bath anymore, that could wait until tomorrow. She didn’t miss the excitement in her sons voice as Tom made his way into his room and she smiled before practically face planting the bed and falling asleep.

It was eight o clock in the morning when she woke, she felt sluggish as she grabbed for her phone and looked at the time. Heart beat picking up far too quickly for her bodies tired state.

“Shit.” She exclaimed as she rushed out of bed and into Noah’s room, only to find the bed empty. “Noah?” She shouted as she ran down the stairs, her mind was racing, she was running late. How had she slept for so many hours? And how had it gone interrupted?

“In here mummy.” Noah shouted back as she raced into the living room.

“I’m sorry, I’m up, I just need to get changed and then we can set off for school.” She rambled as ran into the kitchen to sort out his breakfast.

“Darling, slow down.” She heard Tom’s voice and she spun around to look at her husband, he had bags under his eyes and his hair was a slight mess. How could he still look so good? She wished she could look as good as he did, even tired.

“What?” She looked around the kitchen, evidence that Noah had already had his breakfast. His school bag filled with the books for the day and his packed lunch.

“I’m gonna take him in. Go and chill out.” He spoke as he pulled her into his chest and kissed the top of her head.

“Thank you.” She sighed and Tom nodded.

“I’ll take Ava and then you can get some rest if you need it, I’ll be back soon. I’ll do the shopping, should be an hour or so.” Tom spoke and her heart soared at his words.

“Did Ava sleep through?” She asked, realizing she’d not been woken up by her crying last night.

“Yeah, a few times. I slept in there, wanted you to catch up on some sleep.” He admitted and she could have cried with the happiness the revelation brought her. “We need to talk when I get home.” He spoke and she nodded. “Okay, well I’ll see you in an hour.” He said and she nodded before kissing her son good bye and making him promise to behave.

An hour and a half later and she’d had a relaxing bath, one that she was more than thankful and ready for. She’d even managed to have a hot cup of tea, a stark difference to the cold ones she was used to. She’d even managed to read a chapter of her new book, she still felt like she could sleep for a while but overall relaxed and content.

“Hey.” Tom said as he leant against the doorway to their bedroom. She placed her book down and looked at him.

“Hey,” she said somewhat awkwardly, she wasn’t sure how this conversation was about to go.

“I’ve just put Ava down, will probably give us a good hour or so.” He spoke and she nodded. “So,” he sighed. “We should talk.” He continued and she nodded again, words not being able to find her, she needed to know how he feeling, what he was going to say first.

“I’m sorry, I want you to know that. I’ve been so wrapped up in what I’ve been doing that I haven’t noticed what I was doing to you. I’m so used to you being the one who has everything together, who know exactly what to do that I thought you didn’t need my help as much as you do.” He started and she opened her mouth to speak but no words came out before he beat her to it.

“I know that’s not an excuse, it’s poor on my behalf and I’m sorry. You and the children, you mean everything to me. All I want in life is for you guys to get everything you want and need and I’m sorry that I’ve been the way that I have, there are no excuses.” He said and she felt her heart lift, the two could fix this, fix what has been happened. “But I need something from you.” He spoke and she furrowed her brows as she waited for him to continue.

“I need you to be honest, I need you to tell me what it’s been like to be you. I don’t want you to spare my feelings, I want you to let it all out. I’m listening now, darling, I need to know what this has done to you, how I can make it right.” He said and she nodded slightly before sitting up in bed properly, her back against the head board as she carefully played with her wedding ring. Tom sat carefully on the edge of the bed, he needed to hear what she was about to say.

“Tom, you’ve just not been here.” She started with her biggest problem. “Even when you are in the house it’s like you just expect me to do everything. You expect your clothes to be washed, dried and ironed, you expect your dinner on the table and I never used to mind. You would always say thank you but recently you haven’t and it made me wonder whether or not you just expect it of me, that it’s my job.” She started and Tom kept quiet, he wanted her to continue.

“Tom, you used to be so attentive.” She said as she reached over and took his hand in her own. “You always used to be here, know when I needed help without having to ask. I don’t mind doing all of those things for you, I really don’t but when you don’t get a thanks it feels a little like you’re being used.” She continued and his heart shattered, he would never intentionally use her, he loved her, loved his family.

“That brings me onto the kids, Tom they need so much attention. They want me to split myself in two half of the time and I can’t, it’s impossible. They both need so much from me and given Ava teething I don’t even get a full night’s sleep. I am constantly trying to run off energy that I just don’t have. It wasn’t so bad when Noah was a baby, we took shifts, you helped. Recently though Tom, it’s been me that gets up and tends to her, me that sacrifices sleep.”

“I know that might sound selfish but when you have a partner, a husband who’s supposed to help with all that it gets tiresome. I found myself getting so angry with you, I wanted to be you, I wanted to bury my head in paperwork and think of nothing else. There were days when I honestly wanted nothing to do with you, I didn’t want to be around you because everything little thing you did angered me.”

“I’ve been so tired, my mind is never where it should be. I’m always doing stupid things because I’m so tired. I never feel like I get anything back from you. I’m too tired to have an evening to myself when they have gone to sleep, I just want to sleep myself. I’m always running around after them, something you barely do anymore, sure you play with them but when was the last time you had to deal with one of Noah’s meltdowns?”

“I get that you have a lot on, I get that two projects keep you busy and if we didn’t have kids it wouldn’t affect me as much but we do and it does. I need you to be there for me Tom, I can’t keep doing this alone, I can’t.” She ended her rant and Tom felt awful, he was so angry with himself, she didn’t even sound angry anymore. She sounded like she’d accepted it and she was just tired with the situation, somehow he wishes she was screaming at him right now.

“I’m sorry princess. There are no words, no excuses for what I’ve done. I’m sorry I made you feel like that, it was never my intention. You mean the world to me, you and the kids. Things are gonna change, I promise.” Tom said, he knew now that actions spoke louder than words, it wasn’t what she wanted him to say it was what she wanted him to do.

“On top of all of that Tom, I can’t remember the last time we did anything as a couple. Most of the time I’m asleep when you get to bed, I can’t remember the last time we touched each other, it’s just draining. It all adds up.”

“I know darling. I promise things are gonna change. Why don’t you pick a film and I’ll be back in a minute?” He said and she nodded as she flicked the TV on and got herself comfortable in bed. She couldn’t remember the last time she had a day in bed. Tom returned almost ten minutes later and she wondered where he had gotten to.

“Where did you end up?” She asked as he made his way into the bedroom, two bottles of water in hand.

“Well, I grabbed these, I made sure Ava was still okay and the baby monitor is working properly and I had to send a couple of emails.” He admitted and her heart dropped, after everything she’d just said? He took in her expression as he placed the water down and jumped into bed with her. “Not like that darling, I’ve passed one of my projects onto Harrison and Harry, they’re gonna finish it up.” He said and she relaxed. “I promised things will change and they will.”

“Daddy!” Noah shouted as he ran to his father, who was there at the school gate to pick him up, Y/N right there next to him. It had been a while since they both picked him up. Ava was a little more settled today which made things a little easier.

“How was school?” Tom asked enthusiastically and then almost cried when he realised how long it had been since he asked that question.

“Amazing!” Noah gushed as he looked at his mother. “Mummy, you look so pretty.” He spoke and she laughed.

“She always looks pretty.” Tom defended her and Noah nodded.

“Yeah, but she looks extra pretty today.” Noah said. It had been a while since she was able to put effort into her appearance and she felt better for doing it. Even if it was only a nicely picked out outfit and tamed hair. “Can we go for ice cream?”

“You my boy have an obsession.” Tom laughed as he poked his son playfully. “But yeah, I think that’ll be a good idea.” Tom said as he looked to his wife who nodded in response. She didn’t miss the looks of jealousy thrown her way when they saw her with Tom.

“So what did you do this afternoon?” Noah asked his parents as he was being strapped into the back of the car.

“We watched a film.” Tom stated, it was an absolute lie, they’d gotten half an hour into the film before Tom had his head between his wife’s legs. It had been a while since they’d done anything like that and when they both realised that fact. When they both realised how long it had truly been since they’d done anything, they spent most of the afternoon catching up with each other’s bodies. In between tending to their baby of course, they both felt energized after their endeavors between the sheets.

“Was it good?”

“Absolutely amazing.” Y/N answered as Tom slipped into the driver’s seat, she took his hand in hers as she held it in her lap.

“Can we watch another film when we get home?” Noah asked excitedly.

“Sure, how about we go and spend the afternoon doing something fun and then we can go out for tea, go home and watch a film?” Tom suggested and Noah fist bumped the air.

“Yes! Does this mean you two aren’t going to be boring now?” Noah asked and Y/N and Tom found themselves laughing.

“Yes, this means we aren’t going to be boring anymore.”

#tom holland x reader #tom holland angst #tom holland fluff #tom holland x y/n #tom holland one shot #tom holland x female reader

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Aim For The Heart | Chapter 2: Push and Pull

Pairing: hitman!jk x female reader

Genre: E2L, romance, drama, angst

WC: 8.2k

Warnings for this chapter: stalking, alcohol consumption, a gun, attempted murder, language (jk has a potty mouth) pls let me know if there's anything I should add!

Tag list; @hopekookies @moonchild1 @barbellastyles98 @teresaisla @ggukkieland @mwitsmejk @scuzmunkie @jaebeomsblackgf @sugaslittlekookies

summary; Jeon Jungkook is an infamous hitman, known for his inability to fail at whatever job is thrown his way. At least, up until now. Y/n, a kind-hearted and full of life teacher, is his newest target. Jeon isn't sure who would put a hit on this seemingly innocent girl, but fortunately, that isn't his problem. All he has to do is pull the trigger.

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Jungkook blinks up at his ceiling, his eyes dry from keeping them open for so long. The light of the sun is starting to peek through his blinds, signaling that morning has officially come. He finally looks away from his ceiling to look at the window where the light is creeping in.

Jungkook sighs and sits up, running a hand through his hair and mussing it up. He's not sure he even got a wink of sleep last night. There's something about this case that's apparently keeping him up at night, and he's barely even started.

He can't help but wonder what this girl did to make herself a target. He's not questioning whether he should go through with it, no, that's not even a question. The money on this girl's head has to be at least three if not four times as much as his previous hits.

Jungkook just wants to know what he's getting himself into, that's what's bugging him the most. He doesn't like walking into situations and not knowing everything that's going on.

He looks around his tiny studio apartment, his eyes blurry. Then, he starts to laugh to himself quietly. With a job that pays this much, he's worrying an awful lot about things that don't matter.

After another minute of delaying the inevitable, Jungkook forces himself to get up and get dressed before grabbing an apple to eat on the way.

As he locks his apartment door behind him, the neighbor's door opens and Jungkook sees a familiar face smiling brightly at him.

"Good morning, Jungkook!"

"Hi, Hoseok. How are you this morning?" Jungkook asks politely.

The older boy smiles even brighter if that's possible as he holds up a rolled-up paper, "I'm great since I've got a new paper to read. Thanks for leaving it, Kook."

Jungkook smiles, "No problem. I was getting one anyway, thought I might as well grab an extra."

Hoseok nods, "Where are you off to? I thought you didn't work at the coffee shop on Tuesdays?"

"Oh, I'm going job hunting," Jungkook responds lightly. "I'm tired of working at the coffee shop." He laughs as Hoseok pouts.

"I haven't even gotten to visit you while you work! Darn." Hoseok snaps his fingers in disappointment. "Oh well, good luck on the job hunt!"

"Thanks, Hoseok." Jungkook smiles and turns to leave, only relaxing when he hears his neighbor's door shut. That's something he doesn't like about having a friendly neighbor, he hates lying to people that seem to actually care about him.

Hoseok was always saying he wanted to visit Jungkook and get some discounted coffee. Jungkook doesn't have the heart to tell him that it was all a lie. In fact, everything he knows about him is a lie.

That's why he doesn't involve a lot of people in his life and he plans to keep it that way.

Jungkook shakes his head to clear it. He's been getting too emotional lately and his head isn't in his work.

"That stops here and now," Jungkook vows to himself as he waits at a crosswalk, watching the cars drive by.

A few minutes later, he arrives at Sunshine Kindergarten.

Jungkook is caught off guard when he sees the girl immediately. He had expected to have to wait for her arrival again today. She's sitting outside the school on the steps, a book in her hands that's long forgotten as she looks up at the sky. It looks like she's talking to someone, but when Jungkook looks around, there's no one else anywhere near her.

The girl cocks her head to the side, then starts to rock back and forth a little as she continues to talk to no one. Too curious for his own good, Jungkook crosses the street to get closer. Maybe if he gets close enough, he can hear what she's saying.

"I th-think...maybe s-sandwiches would be a good idea."

The hell?

Jungkook glances at her as he pretends to just stroll by. She's definitely talking to herself.

"No, no no no. I had a s-sandwich for l-lunch yesterday..." She bites the fingernail on her right thumb as she seems to contemplate something. She takes no notice of Jungkook while she continues to look at her book, then the sky.

"Mm, maybe tt-tteokbokki?"

Jungkook fights the urge to look at her like she's insane and just continues to walk by until he's safe to turn and keep an eye on her.

"Oooh, tteokbokki sounds y-yummy." The girl says with finality. Then she glances at her phone, notices the time, and starts putting her book in her cupcake and cookie decorated bag. A minute later, she's walking into the school and leaving his line of sight.

"What the hell..." Jungkook mutters to himself.

Who even is this girl?

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Today, as Jungkook follows behind the girl as she walks home, she stops several times to talk to babies, dogs, and even a bird.

Jungkook just follows behind in disbelief.

This has to be some kind of an act.

Yeah, that's definitely what it is. This girl is better than he thought, she's got her whole act planned out to throw anyone off her track. She's going to have to do better than acting like some innocent school teacher to throw him off though.

This time, instead of heading straight home, the girl goes to an arcade. When Jungkook walks into the arcade a minute later, he spots her in the same white skirt and chunky tennis shoes, a light blue cardigan around her shoulders.

She's playing one of the games by herself, her face set into one of pure determination. Jungkook goes to a game where he can still see her and starts to play. He's more focused on making sure she doesn't leave, so he ends up losing that first round.

He doesn't really care though, he watches her carefully as she shouts in triumph. A few tickets come out of her little machine and she snags them, running to the front to trade them in for a tiny stuffie.

The girl ends up staying at the arcade for another two hours, collecting enough tickets to trade in for an octopus stuffie that's almost the size of her to go along with the tiny starfish one she got earlier.

She looks laughable as she carries her prizes out the front door and down the street, clutching the giant octopus like her life depends on it. The little starfish rides along safely in her bag.

One more stop is made as the girl gets a little cup of ice cream from a man selling it on the side of the street. The second he asked her if she wanted to buy some, it was like she couldn't say no as she hurriedly agreed and bought one scoop of ice cream. When she leaves, Jungkook goes up to the man and buys a scoop of mint chocolate chip ice cream to eat while he follows her.

He hasn't had a decent meal all day and he's starving.

It's starting to get dark by the time Jungkook recognizes the streets they're on and realizes she's finally heading home. Weirdly enough, the girl turns and walks down a dark alley, even though the streetlamp near it is flickering on and off.

Doesn't she have any sense of self-preservation? Jungkook thinks to himself.

It might not be good for her, but it's definitely something that could help him out immensely. He'll have to keep tailing her for a few more days to make sure, but if she continues to use this dark alley as a shortcut, then she's practically doing his job for him.

Sure enough, they end up a lot closer to her apartment by the time they're out of the alley. So, it's a shortcut she probably uses quite often. Then Jungkook notices that she hasn't turned around to look at her surroundings this entire time.

She's making this too easy.

He could have this job over with by the end of the week if luck stays on his side. It's always a relief when it doesn't take him long to get a job done.

He's really had nothing to worry about, why was he worrying so much? It isn't his business why this girl is a target, it's his job to carry out his end of the deal, that's all.

It feels like a weight has lifted off of his shoulders as he climbs the stairs to his apartment that night. He says hello to Hoseok, who's sitting outside and reading, before making his way inside.

The first thing he does is jump in the shower, then when he's finished, he makes himself some ramen.

Jungkook sits alone at his little dining table, gently blowing on the noodles in-between his chopsticks. His hair is still damp from his shower, but he's cozy in his sweats with something close enough to a real meal than he's had all day. He gets up once to grab some kimchi and soju from the fridge, then he stays at the dining table until he's downed two bottles.

This happens every time he gets a new job. It feels good at the moment, but he knows he's going to regret it in the morning. That's the only thought that stops him from grabbing a third bottle.

By the time he's settled into bed, he's forgotten what was worrying him so much the past few days. He smiles to himself, relieved that he'll be getting that money in a week at most. He'll have to come up with a plan when he isn't hammered like he is now. That's the last thought to pass through his mind before he's out like a light.

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You wake up to the sound of birds chirping.

Not real birds, just the sound that you chose for your alarm. Something you're grateful that Mina helped you do. The other alarm sounds just give you anxiety when they go off.

You don't notice it at first, but by the time you've become aware of your surroundings, you realize that your legs are all tangled up with the tentacles of a giant octopus stuffie. The small starfish stuffie is laying by your head. The events of last night, you getting enough tickets to get your new little friends, makes their way into your brain.

You laugh and snuggle into it more.

No wonder you slept so soundly last night; you had something to cuddle!

You breathe deeply, after a few minutes you're awake enough to sit up and rub your eyes. Smiling to yourself at the sight of the beautiful golden light seeping in through your blinds, you sigh happily. Normally you don't like waking up, but today feels different. There's something that's shifted, but you can't tell what it is.

Maybe it's because you slept so well last night. The nightmares that usually plague your dreams, were absent. You smile at the giant octopus in your arms, "Y-You chased away all the b-bad dreams!" You exclaim, hugging it tightly to your chest, "Thanks, C-Cookie!"

You named the stuffie last night, the starfish also got a name, Smiley, due to the tiny smile stitched into its adorable little face.

You sit in bed for another minute or so, just staring into space and thinking about random things. Then you slip out of bed and hurry to the bathroom to get a quick shower. As the water pours down your head and shoulders, you start to sing a song that's been stuck in your head for a few days. Your voice cracks as you try to hit the higher notes, but you pay it no mind and keep singing your heart out.

With your hair wrapped up in a towel on top of your head, you pour yourself a bowl of your favorite cereal. You play your favorite songs as you eat and hum along to them, your mind wandering. When you're finished, you move to your room to get dressed.

Opening your closet, you stand there and scan the limited amount of clothing you have as if you had millions of choices to pick from. "One, two, three, four..." You count lowly to yourself, pointing at each shirt, skirt, and pants hanging in your closet. After a minute of debating, you decide to wear your light blue flowy skirt today instead of your favorite white one. You pull it on, then grab a white blouse along with some frilly white socks.

Mina texted you earlier to tell you how sorry she was, but she couldn't drive you today. Her work wanted her in at six o'clock sharp. You didn't need to be at work until seven. You reassured her that you would be totally fine walking. You love to walk in the mornings anyway, the fresh air always smells so nice and all the birds seem to be braver as they are out more in the morning. The whole world is just so quiet and beautiful as it wakes up.

You hum to yourself as you pull on your favorite tennis shoes. It takes you a few tries to get the laces done, but you manage.

"What should I eat f-for lunch today?" You ask yourself as you scan your fridge. You really want to try making some kimbap, but the last time you tried that without Mina's help, you ended up with a burned finger and almost lost another finger trying to cut the veggies.

So, you decide to make yourself another simple sandwich today, cheese this time. When you're done putting it together, you get out your cookie cutters and get to work. You have to contain your excitement at the heart-shaped sandwiches sitting on the counter after you're finished.

You stick to letting yourself jump around for a second to let the giddiness out, then you force yourself to calm down enough to grab a container and gently put the little sandwiches in. You grab a few more little snacky things to put in your lunch bag, then you zip it all up.

Finally, you're ready to go!

You grab your bag and sling it over your shoulder, then you snag your lunch and clutch it tightly in your fist as you make your way out of your apartment, remembering to lock the door this time.

Mina would be proud of you.

The crisp June morning air hits your nose and you breathe in deeply, a smile spreading on your face as you descend the stairs.

You make good time this morning, seeing as there isn't much to catch your attention today. You arrive at the school twenty minutes before the bell is going to ring, so you decide to sit on the steps again today like you did yesterday. It's just too nice out here to be all closed up in your classroom before your kids even get here.

You pull out your drawing pad from your bag and get comfortable on the front steps. Next, you take out your colored pencils as you scan the area, trying to figure out what you should draw today.

You see something across the street, the kind old man that runs the paper stand. Maybe you could draw him and give it to him as a present when it's all finished! You nod in excitement and get to work, your nose soon buried in your drawing pad.

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Jungkook had decided this morning that he would follow the girl from her home. If he was lucky and she was going to walk today it would be a perfect chance to see if she always uses the alleyway or if she had just used it by chance last night.

The girl comes out of her place around six-twenty, in a light blue skirt this time. Jungkook smirks, so she does own something that isn't just that one white skirt.

Her hair is a little messed up as if she forgot to brush it before leaving. She's got a scrunchie on her wrist, but it appears that she has no intention of using it.

Jungkook follows a little ways behind her, as he has been these past few days. With how distracted this girl gets, he could walk right behind her and she'd never notice him.

Surprisingly, she doesn't stop much on the way to the school. She skips a little, probably to the beat of the song she's listening to in her headphones. A few people, Jungkook notices, give her odd looks.

He later finds out when he hears her, that it's probably because she's talking to herself as she looks at the sky, then down to her shoes as she watches herself walk.

He shakes his head, seriously wanting to know what the story is behind this target.

She deserves an oscar, Jungkook thinks in amusement.

Then he notices that she doesn't use the alley, she just passes by it.

Maybe she'll use it again tonight, he thinks hopefully.

At one point, the girl trips over a crack in the sidewalk and lurches forward. He isn't sure why, but he finds himself stepping closer, his hands out to catch her before he realizes what he's doing. Jungkook steps back and clears his throat, watching as she catches herself anyway, and continues to skip down the sidewalk.

When they get close to the school, Jungkook crosses the street and heads over to buy a paper from the old man before finding a bench and settling down on it. He looks over the paper, expecting the girl to just go inside, but instead, she sits on the steps again.

He watches as she pulls a notebook out of her childish bag, then she pulls out a little box. Out of the little box, she takes some colored pencils. She looks across the street and he can tell she's decided to draw the old man at the paper stand.

Huh.

This girl is undoubtedly strange.

She sits and draws in concentration for a good ten minutes, then she gathers up her things and heads inside. She must be too excited about her picture because as she's skipping in she yet again trips on the last step and stumbles. The girl catches herself and continues in as if she's used to tripping over everything.

Jungkook cocks an eyebrow, then just shakes his head again and goes back to reading the paper. He's got some time to kill before school is over.

It turns out, he would see the girl before the last bell.

Jungkook thanks the man at the food stand and heads to his little bench to sit down and eat his lunch, grateful that he's going to be eating actual meals today.

He digs into the tteokbokki and fish cakes immediately. It's as delicious as he expected it to be and he tries not to groan in satisfaction at the taste of something that isn't just instant ramen noodles. But what he doesn't expect, is to see the girl coming out from the school.

Jungkook chokes on a rice cake as he scrambles to grab his paper and flip it open, covering his face. He settles his breathing enough to be able to swallow the bite that almost killed him, his eyes closed in annoyance. When he slowly peeks over the top, he sees her sitting on the front steps again, a little pink lunch sack in her lap. She moves her legs so her skirt doesn't ride up and expose anything, then she opens the lunch bag.

Jungkook watches in mounting disbelief as she pulls out what looks to be a heart-shaped sandwich.

How much weirder can this girl get?

She says something to herself before taking a big bite of the sandwich, her cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk that stuffed one too many nuts in his mouth.

He shakes his head and stabs a little rice cake before shoving it in his mouth. He isn't sure why this girl is starting to annoy the crap out of him, but she is. Jungkook looks up again when he hears a loud laugh ring out from across the street. A couple that was walking look at the girl like she's insane, but she doesn't seem to notice.

She just covers her mouth with her hand and snorts as she looks at something on her phone. Jungkook scoffs and goes back to his paper, the annoyance seeping off of him.

How can someone be so annoyingly happy all the time? Damn.

It's like she knows she's got everything she's ever wanted and she couldn't care less about anyone else's problems.

Jungkook despises people like that.

It's as if a switch goes off in him and he's suddenly really freaking pissed off. People like her think that life is so easy all the damn time. Do they ever struggle with anything?

He snaps his paper to straighten it out, trying to calm himself down before he goes into that nasty hole of becoming envious of those more fortunate than him.

Against his better judgment, Jungkook looks over the paper at her again, his chest only burning with more hatred as she starts to count the stupid little carrot sticks in the container on her lap.

Fucking annoying.

By the time Jungkook looks up again, the girl is gone. A second later, the bell signaling the end of lunch rings loudly.

Jungkook sits on the bench in a funk until the end of school bell rings. When he finally sees the target coming out of the school, he stands up and starts to follow her. The same routine he's been doing since Monday. Jungkook mulls over a few things in his head as he watches her stop at several food stands until she's got a cup of rice cakes, a scoop of ice cream, a fish cake skewer, and a mochi that's bigger than usual. He doesn't know how she is able to carry all that, but she manages.

She walks around a bit, looking into the windows of shops, her forehead pressing against the glass as she stares at a gaudy red dress. She stuffs another bite of mochi in her mouth, chewing sadly as she reluctantly drags herself away from the store window.

Jungkook looks at the dress in distaste; it's hideous. He can't imagine someone actually buying that thing, besides, it's probably way overpriced anyway.

He turns from it to keep following her, seeing that she's stopped now at a window where a few puppies are running around and playing with each other. The girl smiles at them and puts her hand up to the glass. A tiny brown puppy inches close to her hand and licks the glass that separates them.

She giggles delightedly.

Jungkook watches, emotionless.

When is she going to head home?

Finally, after what feels like hours, the girl starts taking the streets that lead back to her apartment. Jungkook sighs in relief, then he gets another nice surprise when she turns to head into the alley by her house.

A smirk spreads on his face as he enters the alley behind her. He knows what he's going to do.

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The next day passes just like they have been this past week. Jungkook trails the girl from her apartment to the school, from the school back to her apartment. It's a relief to find that whenever she walks, she takes the alley by her house on the way home.

Now, Jungkook is sure what his plan is going to be.

It'll be sure to draw attention when this girl is dead, there's no doubt about it. No one is going to suspect her of being anything other than a school teacher, so why would someone kill her?

Jungkook has thought through it all. This is what he does for a living, of course he isn't going to be sloppy about it. He'll be done with this by Sunday and no one will suspect anything other than a robbery gone wrong.

He happened to overhear the conversation between the target and her friend that drives the black car. The friend will be gone by Saturday morning, out of the picture and none the wiser.

Jungkook needs to be careful today though. He also overheard them this morning talking about how they are going to be meeting up at the girl's apartment tonight. Something about doing girl shit before the friend leaves tomorrow.

So, Jungkook decides to take the day off. He heads back home, not about to be caught by this friend that's probably a lot smarter than the target.

He'll just come to her apartment tomorrow morning and the plan will be over by tomorrow night.

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When you see Mina's car parked out in front of the school, you start running outside excitedly, your bag bouncing as you bound down the front steps.

"M-Mina!"

She has a huge smile on her face when you open the passenger door and climb in. "Hey, girl!" Mina shouts, yanking you over to hug you. "Aren't you excited it's Friday??"

You nod, "Yes, b-but...I am g-gonna miss you." You pout.

Mina shakes her head, "Nuh-uh. Tonight we party, there shall be no tears!"

You laugh as you buckle yourself in, "Ok, I p-promise I won't cry. W-What are we going to do tonight?"

Mina smirks sneakily and nudges your arm, "Oh you'll see~"

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You clap in excitement when you see what Mina has planned for you two. After you unlocked your apartment door and let her in, she had set down a few bags, then instructed you to open them.

Inside one, you found a tub of ice cream, a box of cookies, and a few bags of your favorite types of chips. In the other, there were two blankets, two pairs of fuzzy socks, and a couple different movies.

"We g-get to have m-movie night?" You jump up and down as Mina nods happily.

"Yes! Now you have to pick which movie you want to watch. Should we do romance or comedy?" She starts pulling the stuff out of the bags as you mull over the different choices.

You have a hard time deciding things a lot of the time, that's why Mina usually has you make the choice. She wants you to get some practice making decisions.

After she's set everything up, she turns back to see you on your knees, leaning over the movies that you've laid out on the ground. You're biting the nail on your thumb as you appear concerned, looking at the movies.

Your best friend laughs and moves to crouch next to you. She looks at you and speaks softly, "Do you want to laugh tonight, or do you want to get the butterflies in your tummy?"

You turn to her and a shy smile spreads on your face, "Ok, l-let's do romance!"

A few minutes later, you're cuddled up next to your best friend. You both have fuzzy socks on and blankets, keeping you warm. You each also have a spoon, scooping out the ice cream as your eyes are glued onto one of your favorite romance movies of all time.

Not even three hours have passed when you're both dead asleep on your couch. Soft snores leave Mina's mouth, both of your legs tangled up with each other. The second movie is playing in the background, long forgotten after you both fell asleep not even halfway through.

The next morning, you wake up on the couch groggily. You look around in confusion, forgetting for a minute why you're on the couch. Then you remember and you laugh to yourself as you rub your eyes. Then you look around again.

Mina isn't anywhere and you think for a moment that she's left without saying goodbye. You hang your head, trying not to cry. Then you hear the toilet flush and the water run in the bathroom. You sigh in relief and wait patiently for her to come out.

When she does, you instantly stand up, "Want s-some breakfast?" You offer. She smiles sadly, "I wish I could stay for breakfast. But I have to leave now. I still have to grab my luggage and head to the airport. My flight is at ten."

You look at your phone and see that it's eight o'clock.

"Oh," You say sadly.

Mina walks over and hugs you, "Don't worry, ___. I'll be back before you know it! And I'll call you whenever I'm not working, okay?"

You nod and smile at her to reassure her that you're okay.

She leaves a few minutes later and you find yourself alone in your quiet apartment once again. Your nose twitches as you try not to tear up, then you move to the kitchen to get yourself some of your favorite cereal to cheer yourself up.

You'll have to plan some fun things for you to do while she's gone, or you might just go crazy.

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Jungkook has been outside the girl's apartment since eight this morning. He saw the friend leaving a little after he got there. He recognized her shoulder-length black hair immediately and he knew it was the driver.

He had smiled to himself when he saw her get into her car and drive away. He honestly can't believe the luck he's had on this job so far. This is going to be the easiest he's ever had it.

But now, he's sitting on a bench in complete and utter boredom as he waits for the girl to leave her house. It turns out, she doesn't leave her house until almost lunchtime.

By the time he sees a flash of black and grey, he's almost fallen asleep on the bench. But he jerks up the second he sees the girl hurrying down her stairs. She looks totally different today...

Jungkook is surprised to see the girl is in grey sweatpants and a long black t-shirt. A black bucket hat is on her head, seemingly hiding her bed head if the knotted bits of the hair he can see tell anything.

She's usually more put together, but then again, it is the weekend. Not everyone should be expected to go all out to look decent when they aren't working.

But there is one thing that hasn't changed; the girl is still simple as hell looking.

She doesn't have a bit of make-up on as she rubs her eyes.

He gets up to follow her once she's about two blocks away.

Jungkook shakes his head when he sees that even though her outfit is completely devoid of color today, she still has that damned bag covered in colorful treats.

It seems like today this girl is on a mission. She walks briskly and not a single thing distracts her. She only stops once, to get a small bite of lunch from a food stand. Jungkook realizes where they're headed a second before the girl stops.

She looks into the window of the store and waves at the brown puppy. It wags its tail at her and she smiles for the first time that Jungkook's seen today.

The girl goes into the store and Jungkook follows a minute later.

He sees her talking to a woman at the front. She points at the dogs in the front window and the woman nods with a smile. A minute later, the girl has the brown puppy in her arms as she's sitting in one of the little places with a bench and walls to keep the dogs that are being held from getting out.

"Can I help you, sir?"

Jungkook flinches and turns to see the woman that helped the girl looking at him with a smile. "Oh, uh...I, uh..." Jungkook looks around frantically, then he points at a little black kitten that's sitting in a big cage, staring at him.

"Can I uh...hold that kitten?"

Why the hell is he so awkward??

The woman smiles brighter and nods, "Of course! Come with me."

Jungkook tries not to groan in frustration as he follows her to the kitten's cage. This wasn't part of the plan, but whatever.

The little ball of fluff mewls when the woman takes it out and hands it to a very stressed Jungkook.

Damn it.

He flinches when the kitten licks his nose. The woman laughs, "Looks like he's finally found someone he likes. No one that's ever come in here to hold him has ever had him more than a few seconds before he freaked out."

Jungkook forces himself to smile at the employee. Then, he turns to keep an eye on the girl, pretending like he's just talking to the kitten.

"Hi, little guy." He speaks softly, his eyes shifting to see the girl hugging the puppy close to her chest.

After a few minutes, the girl reluctantly hands the puppy back to the store employee, her eyes watering as she talks to the little dog.

"I p-promise I'll come back and b-buy you next t-time, okay?" Then she hurries out of the store, making Jungkook hand the kitten to a random employee. "I might get him another time." He says in a rush before hurrying out after her.

The day is spent much like it is after she gets off work every day. The girl gets some steamed buns and walks through the park, humming along to whatever song is playing in her headphones. Jungkook strolls along behind her, going through the plan over and over again in his head to make sure he isn't missing anything.

He's pretty sure he's got it all down to the last detail, nothing should go wrong tonight. This target is quite predictable, but there's always that chance that they pull something that you don't expect. Jungkook doubts that'll happen with this girl, but he can't be positive. After all, if she is acting, then she could turn it on him in an instant.

Jungkook watches the girl doubtfully as she tries to stuff more steamed bun into her mouth than it can take.

Geez.

Then the girl suddenly plops down on the ground. Jungkook stops and sits on a nearby bench to watch her. She sets her paper bag of remaining steamed buns on the grass next to her, then pulls out the drawing notebook that Jungkook has seen her use several times this week.

The girl gets right to work, her nose stuffed into the notebook as she scribbles madly. Jungkook fights the urge to get up and look over her shoulder at what she's drawing. He used to love to draw when he was younger. When the world wasn't such a brutal place to live in and be accepted.

Jungkook leans back on the bench and tilts his head up to the sky as he closes his eyes. He gets the feeling that they're going to be here for a while. Besides, he can still hear her drawing, no need to keep an eye on her. The feeling of the warm sun on his skin makes some distant memories try and sneak their way into his brain, but Jungkook immediately blocks them out.

He takes a deep breath of the fresh June air through his nose, then blows it out through his mouth slowly. Hell, he's exhausted.

Jungkook reaches a hand up to snatch his black baseball cap off and sets it in his lap. Then he starts to massage the back of his neck, his eyes still closed. He feels like he hasn't had nearly enough sleep this week, the stress of just wanting to get this blasted job done keeping him up at night.

The sound of the girl drawing and mumbling to herself reaches Jungkook's ears as he continues to massage his neck. Then he moves down and starts to rub the tense part of his shoulder close to his neck. After that, Jungkook moves his hands to start massaging his face. He rubs his eyes and temples, moving down to his cheeks.

"Hello, mister."

Jungkook flinches at the tiny voice and his eyes fly open as he yanks his hands from his face.

There's a very very small girl standing in front of him, her long black hair in two braids on either side of her face. Her huge dark eyes stare into Jungkook's as he calms his breathing.

Fucking hell. Scared the shit out of me.

"What do you-"

Jungkook cuts himself off when the little girl steps even closer until she's standing in between his spread legs. He leans back, one of his eyebrows rising in confusion.

The hell does this girl want?

Jungkook looks around to see if he can find her mother or father. When he looks back at her, she's smiling shyly, her wide eyes still staring straight into his soul.

"What do you need?" He snaps.

She doesn't react to his sharp tone, she just reaches out and snags his baseball cap. Jungkook tries to protest but she places it on her head anyway. She looks even tinier if that's possible, his hat looking positively massive on her small head. "My name is Mi-Rah." She whispers.

Jungkook feels a twist in his stomach. This innocent child shouldn't be anywhere near someone like him. He kills people for a living.

Where on earth are her parents? Have they taught her nothing about stranger danger?

Then Mi-Rah reaches into her pocket and pulls out a piece of candy in a very crumpled wrapper. She takes Jungkook's large hand and places it into his open palm. "You look very sad, mister. Sometimes all we need to feel happy is something sweet, no matter how small."

Jungkook tears his eyes away from the little candy and looks at the tiny girl in disbelief. How old is she?

"Uh...thank you-"

"You don't have to thank me, mister. Maybe just...make someone else smile today. Give someone else a chance to be happy." The little girl says simply. Then she takes his hat off her head and places it back onto his own before turning and running off.

What the hell.

That girl spoke like an adult, but she couldn't have been any older than seven. Jungkook shakes his head, then glances at the candy. It has a bit of lint on it, there's no way in hell he's gonna eat that. So, without thinking, he stuffs it into his pocket, then his eyes shift over to where the girl is drawing.

Except she isn't there.

"Fuck." Jungkook jumps up and whips his head around, scanning the park. When he doesn't see a single sign of her, a growl leaves his throat and he starts walking. If that kid hadn't distracted him, this wouldn't have happened.

Jungkook walks around for a good two hours, but he hasn't seen the girl once. Now he's starting to panic. The sun will start going down soon.

What if she already went home?

His plan would be ruined.

Crap.

Jungkook takes his cap off and runs a hand through his hair in frustration. He doesn't want to have to wait another day to get this over with.

One more hour passes as Jungkook frantically walks around the city. He even goes to the girl's apartment to see if he can tell if she went home, but all the lights inside are off so she probably isn't in there.

After another hour, the sun is down.

Jungkook curses and kicks at a little stone on the sidewalk, watching it roll into the grass. He fucked up. He got distracted and now he's going to have to do this all over again tomorrow if he's even lucky enough that the girl will go out and stay out all day tomorrow.

After all these years, he's never lost a target before. He feels like an idiot. Out of all the hits he's had, every single one, this weird-ass kindergarten teacher is the one he loses. All because he let some kid come and distract him for a second.

He curses again and resists the urge to throw a punch at something, anything.

Jungkook turns around, ready to head home and curse himself until the day he dies. But he stops short when he sees a familiar figure walking down the street. A bucket hat covers their face, but the unmistakably ridiculous bag is hanging from her shoulder.

"Fucking hell." Jungkook sighs in relief as he watches the girl make her way towards the alley. His luck is back! The second the girl turns into the dark and desolate walkway, Jungkook follows her in.

She's singing softly to herself as she walks slowly, taking her time. As if there isn't a killer looming right behind her.

Jungkook pulls the gun he grabbed from his safe earlier out of his back pocket. The girl stops, then crouches to pick something up as Jungkook switches the safety off his gun.

He raises it slowly.

A tiny laugh slips out of the girl's mouth as she messes with something on the ground, her smaller figure crouched on the dirty cement of the alley.

Jungkook aims carefully, he's got a perfect target.

He can do it.

He can be done with this.

So, why isn't he pulling the trigger?

Jungkook shakes his head and raises the gun again.

Fuck.

The girl stands up again and starts to walk quickly.

Shit, shit, shit Jungkook scrambles after her, almost tripping on the trash piled in the alley. She happens to be the one to trip on it first. Her arms flail out and a tiny shriek leaves her mouth as she tumbles to the ground. "Ow." He hears her whimper quietly. "Owie." She pulls her right knee out from under her and pulls her sweats up enough to see the small cut on it. Ok, enough dilly-dallying Jungkook. Get it done. Jungkook raises the gun once more as the girl gets to her feet and starts to walk away. He's about to call out and get her attention so he can get her from the front. Make it look like a robbery gone bad. That's when he sees the papers on the ground that had fallen out of her bag when she fell. He doesn't know what possesses him to look closer, but he does. Shock courses through him at the drawings he sees. They're fucking terrible. They look like a four-year-old drew them, the coloring not even in the lines she drew. What the hell even is that? A fucking bird? There's something that looks kind of like an apple tree next to the deformed-looking bird thing. Another picture shows an awfully drawn lollipop. Who messes up a lollipop? Jungkook looks up at the girl, who has stopped to look at her phone. "Give someone else a chance to be happy." The tiny girl's words suddenly ring through his mind and Jungkook swallows thickly. He lowers the gun, his arm hanging limply at his side. "Damn it." The girl swivels when she hears the voice of a man behind her, but when she turns there's no one there. She glances at the dumpsters and trash bags and listens intently. When she doesn't hear anything, she quickly turns and runs out of the alley. She runs the rest of the way home, only stopping when she's gotten inside and locked her door. ________________

"Fucking stupid!" Jungkook screams and throws the gun onto his bed. Why the hell did he hesitate? He never hesitates. He's shot dozens of people dead and he never blinked an eye. Why? Why now? This is the most paying job he's ever gotten and now he's fucked it up! He got distracted. That's all. If he hadn't spoken to that kid today or seen those stupid drawings, he wouldn't have messed up. "Ok, that's it," Jungkook growls and stomps over to the file sitting on his coffee table. It's been sitting there since Sunday a week ago. He grabs it and opens it angrily, a few papers spilling out and onto the floor. He doesn't bother cleaning them up. He just grabs the last one, the folded picture of the target. Jungkook unfolds it and glares at the image of the smiling girl. "I don't give a fuck why you're a target. I'm going to fucking kill you on Monday and that's it!" Then he tears the picture in half. He tosses it onto the coffee table and slumps down onto his couch, mentally exhausted. _______________ Jungkook spends Sunday holed up in his apartment. He's never been so pissed at himself before. No more distractions. If he doesn't get this done tomorrow, he doesn't know what he'll do. This hit is driving him insane. The only time he leaves his apartment is when Hoseok knocks and asks him to come over for dinner. As much as he would rather do anything but that, he agrees with a plastered smile. Jungkook sits at Hoseok's dining table awkwardly as his neighbor plates up the fried rice he made and hands a plate to him. "Thank you." Jungkook takes it and his stomach growls the second he smells the food. This is the first homecooked meal he's had in...well as long as he can remember. Suddenly, there's a knock on the door, and Hoseok laughs, "Oh, I almost forgot! I hope you don't mind, I invited some more of my friends over." Jungkook shakes his head, "I don't mind at all." When Hoseok opens the door, Jungkook sees a tall handsome man with broad shoulders and black hair walk in. He's taken by surprise by the man's beauty for a split second before he snaps out of it and sees another man walk in. This one is shorter and his hair is bleached blonde. The first man has a huge smile on his face and the second looks like his face has been set into a permanent look of uninterest. "Hi! You must be Jungkook!" The taller man says happily, reaching a hand out to shake Jungkook's. The younger man nods, "Yes, I am." "I'm Seokjin! And this is Yoongi." The handsome man turns and points at the blonde. Yoongi nods and sends Jungkook a small smile. "Nice to meet you," Jungkook responds politely, trying not to be awkward as hell. The only person he's really spoken to as an acquaintance for years is Hoseok, and he's only known him a little less than a year. Dinner goes by rather smoothly and the food is delicious, but Jungkook is grateful when he finally steps back into his own apartment. He's usually good at faking with people, part of his job is to charm people and put all suspicion off of himself. Tonight was different though, he felt exposed and like he couldn't put up a facade with those men. He takes a long hot shower, trying to wash away all the stress from the past week. When he's out of the shower and in his shorts, Jungkook crawls into bed and turns out the light. He blankly stares into the darkness for a while, trying not to let his brain run rampid so he can sleep. But he thinks back to the dinner a little while ago, anyway. Seokjin and Yoongi were nice, and Hoseok has always been kind to him. But, Jungkook feels uncomfortable, he feels off. He just isn't cut out for friends. He's a killer. That's all he is and that's all he'll ever be. And killers are meant to be alone. ______________ Jungkook sighs as he sits on the bench in front of the school. Hopefully, this will be the last day he has to do this. The girl had already gone into the kindergarten hours ago, it's nearing the end of the school day. All he has to do is tough it out until tonight. If the girl doesn't stay out till dark, he'll just have to lure her out of her apartment later somehow. He'll figure that out when he comes to it. The bell rings and Jungkook gets up to buy a paper from the old man that he's become quite acquainted with this past week. The two of them chat it up a bit as Jungkook watches the school doors. Eventually, he sees the girl leading a long line of kids out the front doors and down into the grass to wait to be picked up. It takes a little longer than usual, but finally, all the kids are gone and the girl goes back inside. When she comes out and starts walking down the street, Jungkook follows on the other side. As he walks he keeps an eye on her, but that means he isn't looking ahead. "Umph!" Jungkook jumps back in surprise when he sees a little old woman glaring at him after he ran into her. "Oh, sorry. I'm sorry." Jungkook bows his head in apology and the old woman nods curtly before walking around him. He looks back across the street, only to groan at seeing the girl is nowhere to be seen. "Not again." Jungkook moans in dismay. Then he jumps a mile high when he feels someone tap his shoulder. "Excuse m-me, sir." Jungkook turns and his heart stops in his chest when he sees the wide eyes of a horribly familiar girl staring up at him. She's clutching a piece of paper in her hands as a smile spreads on her face when she looks at him closer. Jungkook blinks a few times, the rest of him frozen in horror at being caught. "Th-This is for you." She holds out the paper. Jungkook takes it limply, his eyes never leaving hers. When the initial shock leaves his body, Jungkook tears his eyes away from the girl and looks down at what she gave him. He squints in confusion at what he sees. Then he looks back up at his target. What the hell is this?

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a/n: I hope you guys like this one. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it at first. Let me know what you think <3

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helllloooooo can i request a 127 reaction of like a lowkey movie night in, super cuddly and tooth rottingly sweet

Taeil: The second date jitters really got to you. It wasn't awkward being in front of Taeil when he made you feel so comfortable, but it was awkward being in a space you'd never been in before. You didn't know where to stand or sit, or what body language you should give off. "Are you ready?" Taeil asked, sitting down on the couch. He had picked a movie you mentioned on the first date, which was something that impressed you. You sat down next to him, not really knowing how close you should sit, until he closed the gap between you. Your heart was racing. You really liked him. When he smiled over at you, you felt at ease. As the movie started, you felt brave enough to reach for his hand and hold it, to lean against his body and watch the rest of the movie.

Johnny: "I wanted to spoil you." Johnny said when you first walked into the room. There were lit candles everywhere. Takeout containers were on the floor in front of the television, the smell wafting from them inviting you over. Setup in the very middle of the floor was a homemade fort made out of his bed sheets. Johnny added, "But I got a little carried away." You laughed and told him you loved it, before sitting down in the fort, ducking low so your head didn't topple everything over. There were wine glasses in front of you, which Johnny took and poured wine into. The sweet gestures kept coming and you kept loving every little bit of them. Though the movie played in the background, you and Johnny took the time to reconnect and share intimate conversation together.

Taeyong: When you arrived at his place, Taeyong gave you a bag with clothes in it and told you to get changed. When you came out fully dressed, you saw that you were both wearing matching blue pajamas with fish on them. Instantly, Taeyong opened his arms for you to walk into, which you could think of nothing else better to do. "You look so cute." he said, standing back to get a good look at you. "Shall we watch the movie?" You had to admit that you did both look cute in your matching couples pajamas, but the cutest thing was how happy it made Taeyong. He was beaming from ear-to-ear, a look of childlike innocence on his face. You sat down to the watch the movie, draping your legs over each others and planning to cuddle for the next few hours.

Yuta: "You deserve a break for working so hard." Yuta said. "Let me take care of my girl." It was the only explanation he gave when he sat you down and started rubbing your back, his fingers working nimbly. He kissed the back of your neck and focused on working out all of the kinks in your muscles. He was right in thinking that staying in was much better than going out and partying. The way Yuta was touching you felt so nice and calming. When he planted a sweet kiss on your temple, you knew there was no place else you would rather be. He back hugged you when he was finished, pulling you so close to his body that you could feel his heart beating against your back.

Doyoung: You made an ice cream sundae station, which took Doyoung by surprise. He looked at all of the ingredients in little dishes before him, and the big tubs of ice cream full of all his favorite flavors. "You did this for me?" he asked, his stomach growling at the right moment. "Of course!" you said. You built the sundaes together and went to sit down and watch a movie. Since it was your turn to pick date night, you got to control everything. Judging by the content look on Doyoung's face, he was enjoying everything you had planned. You sat next to him and brought your spoon up to his mouth for him to taste the sundae you had built. Doyoung moaned in approval before dipping his spoon into his creation and feeding you right back.

Jaehyun: The beginning of the night had been full of socializing and fun, but Jaehyun had cut the night short in favor of going home with you and watching old movies together. "I can't think of anything that makes me happier." he had said when it was just the two of you alone. To him, having a low key night inside was preferable, and he was very good at cuddling with you and keeping you warm. You kissed him and snuggled into his chest, your eyelids getting droopy. Jaehyun knew it was only a matter of time before you fell asleep, so he pulled you closer onto his lap and draped a blanket over your body. Absentmindedly, he brushed through your hair with his fingers until he started to drift off to sleep, too.

WinWin: The movie was interesting, so interesting that you didn't notice WinWin staring at you until some time had passed. You looked over at him, and he pretended to look away, but the smile on his face told everything you needed to know. "Why are you looking at me?" you asked. WinWin shrugged and acted like he wasn't, so you put your attention back on the movie. You could feel him watching you again, after a few minutes. When you looked back at him, he didn't turn away like the first time. WinWin continued watching, his eyes sweeping over your face, and his fingers coming around to move the hair from your forehead. "Do you not like the movie?" you asked, shivering when you felt his touch. WinWin smiled and said, "I do, but I think I like you better."

Jungwoo: It wasn't your turn to pick the movie for movie night, but Jungwoo put on a movie you'd always wanted to see. "Are you sure?" you asked, knowing that your boyfriend was terrified of horror movies. Jungwoo nodded but kept quiet. You snuggled up with him on the couch, you laying against him, with his arms around your middle. "It will be fine." he reassured himself. You laughed and held his arms, your fingers drawing circles on his skin. When the movie started, it was definitely as scary as you would thought it be. Halfway through, you felt Jungwoo's hands close around your eyes, protecting you from the scary scenes. Your heart soared in your chest, mostly from the appreciation of having him protect you when you knew he was more terrified than you were.

Mark: The sound of rain always made you sleepy, but being with Mark made you feel wide awake. You curled your body onto the couch beside him, laughter waiting on the edge of your lips. Mark was in a goofy, playful mood that kept you entertained. He kept nuzzling closer and closer to you, wanting to press his forehead to yours and make you laugh. "We're supposed to be paying attention to the movie, you weirdo." you said, not so seriously. You pawed at his chest to get him to stop clinging to you, but it was useless. "Oh, cute." he said, smirking at you. He moved his eyebrows up and down suggestively before coming closer. You pulled him to you, your lips sweetly touching down on his. "This night in was a great idea." he said, breathlessly. "There is nowhere I would rather be than with my best friend."

Haechan: His excitement was infectious. If you didn't look at him and give him your attention, he was seconds away from jumping up and down. "Close your eyes." Haechan said. You stood before him in the middle of the living room, half wanting to get on and watch the movie, and half curious as to why he was so excited. Behind your eyelids, you could see the vivid colors before he asked you to open your eyes. "What do you think, baby?" he asked. Haechan had, very painstakingly, attached long strips of LED lights all along the top of the walls. "It's pretty." you said, watching as he used a small remote to change the colors. His handsome face flashed blue and purple before you brought your arms around his neck and kissed him.

#nct #nct 127 #nct reactions #nct 127 reactions #nct fluff #nct 127 fluff #nct fluff reactions #taeil #johnny #taeyong #yuta #doyoung #jaehyun #winwin #jungwoo #mark #haechan

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queen-of-wires · 3 years

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Sibling hcs

Being siblings with every character!

(Even some blacklisted people!)

Girls

Hinako

You two are very close but act like you want to kill each other. Hinako likes to sleep a lot so she might use your lap as a pillow. The two of you go to Starbucks a lot. You take her to shop at hot topic.

Kanna

You have two other siblings. Shin and Kugie are extremely close to you. She plants all different kinds of flowers! She cooked for the vegetables she grew once and they were great! The four of you get ice cream together. Kanna offered to pay for Shin's ice cream once. You Kugie and Kanna walk home together every day!

Nao

You are really close. No matter what she's there for you. You paint together all the time and you go shopping a lot. You both got into the same college and you study art together. She is great at comforting you.

Mai

She is super sweet to you! You work in the bakery with her. Customers tend to like your cakes more. You typically bake the cakes and Mai decorates them. You spend lots of time together. She hugs you every single day.

Reko

You two fight similarly to Hinako. It's over petty things but you two would die for each other without hesitation. You have to pull Alice and Reko apart a lot. When you were kids you wanted to start a band together. Reko always says something to you after every show. After she's done sing she thanks you for watching. "Thank you Lil sis/bro for coming!"

Sara

You walk home with Sara every day after class. You have to make her food when Kai's busy because she forgets to make her own. We spent lunchtime together. She got you into kendo and threw you on accident. You hang around with Joe and Ryoko.

Anzu

You play jokes on each other all the time! You work as a clown as well. You and Anzu have fun all the time. After school, you walk to your part-time job. The two of you are always happy to be with each other.

Boys

Kai

Protective as hell. He once gave you a knife to carry around in case you got attacked. You have to tell your friends no he is not a stalker he is your brother. You have cooking competitions. You don't really joke around Kai much because he will take it seriously. The two of you have to stop Rio from committing felonies every day. He loves to cook for you! Kai knows pretty much everything and about you and you know everything about him.

Joe

Dumbasses stick together. You run home together after classes. You slow down due to Sara snatching Joe by the tie. You eat out together a lot! You are very close with Sara and Ryoko. If you have a crush Joe will literally bolt over to that person and ask them out for you. He always buys a double of all his outfits for you.

Gin

He loves you to the ends of the earth. He loves head pats and cuddles. He loves to help you with things around the house. Gin follows you everywhere. You walk him home every day. Gin sometimes finds small gems on the ground and he gives them to you. If you ever get hurt Gin would leave your side.

Keiji

He drinks coffee a lot so you bring him coffee when he's on the clock. You sometimes stay up and help him with cases. You solved multiple cases with him. He was worried you would steal his job. He gives you the credit you deserve when you solve a case. You once cosplayed as him and went into his job for him. You were then told you getting a promotion. You had to tell everyone you were his little sister. Keiji walked through the door and you waved. "Hey, big bro!" the look of confusion in everyone's eyes.

Q-taro

You steal his hat a lot. He picks up tables trying to find it. He taught you how to play baseball! He travels a lot and he takes you to some of his games. He gives you one of the balls after every game.

Mishima

You are super close with him. He teaches you all about art. You met up with Nao and you painted for a few hours. The kids in his class know about you because you visit him during lunch break. You and Nao once pranked him by dressing up as him. If you're having a bad day he immediately knows.

Shin

He works a lot so you don't see each other very often. When you do see each other he brings Kanna and Kugie. Kanna is very fond of you and sees you more like a mom than a big sister. You steal his scarf and beanie all the time. Sometimes you go to his work for no reason.

Shunsuke

Just like Shin, he works a lot so you rarely see him. You all him Shun a lot. At first, he hated it but he's quite fond of the nickname. He sends you all of his documents so you can proofread them. He falls asleep and his computer a lot so you have to carry him to bed. Sometimes you finish up his work for him.

Alice

Him and Reko fight a lot which means that you have to scold him for his actions. The three of you are pretty close. He taught you how to play different types of instruments. He is a big softie at heart for you and Reko. He likes to hold your hand in crowds.

Ranmaru

You two vibe together. You play video games and eat a lot. When you walk home from school he subconsciously holds your hand. He will get super flustered. He lets you pet his head. You usually use nicknames instead of his real name. The nicknames include sheep, sheepmaru, wooloo(a pokemon!), maru, and cloud. He acts like he hates them but he loves them.

Kurumada

You once box with him and he got beaten. He wasn't even trying to lose. You usually call him Kuru. He is super protective of you and he will fight anyone that hurts you. You have to stop him from punching people

Floormasters (Ah yes my favorite gender!)

Miley

You and Miley have the same messed-up humor. You tease each other a lot. You agreed to become a floormaster with her. You enjoy tormenting the player of your game. You would have an outfit centered around your favorite dessert and a red crown that faded to yellow. The two of you might fight but you're very close.

Safalin

The two of you both work as nurses together. She loves being pet on the head. You joking drank out of her straw once and she panicked. You sometimes call her Staffy. You go out and drink melon soda.

Ranger

You both want to fight your dad. Kai tried to teach both of you to cook but uhh you nearly burnt the Chidouin's house down. The two of you mess with Stafalin a lot. You once said, "Rio is as funny as a half-peeled orange with dick carved into it." You two fight a lot. They tend to flop over on your lap when they want attention.

Midori

He calls you my darling Y/n a lot. You both enjoy Shin's terror. He can't cook at all. He burns noodles. He lets you have his scarf. He loves to plop his head in your lap and just lay there. You fight with him a lot but it's mostly just petty stuff.

#yttd #your turn to die #yttd alice #yttd reko #yttd nao #yttd shunsuke #yttd shin #yttd x reader #yttd kurumada #yttd kanna #yttd mishima #yttd ranmaru #yttd joe #yttd gin #yttd keiji #yttd kai #yttd qtaro #wire writes

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dlwritings · 4 years

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Aftercare | Tom Holland

masterlist found here

pairing - Tom x reader word count - 6,568 (I have no idea how this happened) warnings - language, bad/uncomfortable first time, bleeding after sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, good sex! A/N - this wasn’t requested but the idea came to mind a while ago so here we are (I think I’m just sick of being a virgin and this came out of it)

summary - Not everyone cares about their first time. Some people just wanted to get it over with .You had always wanted it to be special. A special time with a special guy. But after ages of never finding that guy, you decide to just get it over with. Tom helps with the aftermath of the disaster.

You had always wanted your first time to be special. It wasn’t that you wanted to wait until marriage. You just wanted it to be with someone you loved, not a random stranger. But as the years went by, you felt like the chances of you finding someone you loved were slim. Hell, you were 22, and you hadn’t been in a serious relationship since you were 17. Your virgin status was starting to irk you. Not because of the label. No, you knew virginity was a social concept at best that society created to shame girls. The reason it irked you was because you wanted to have sex. You wanted to be in a relationship with someone so you could get absolutely railed by someone who loved you.

Was that too much to ask?

It didn’t help that you had a crush on your best friend. Girls all over the world swooned over Tom Holland, and you were one of them. The only difference was, you actually knew him. You had been friends for ages, and you had been in love with him for about just as long. Despite all the flirty comments the two of you shared and the endless platonic cuddling, that’s all it was. Platonic. Sometimes you swore he felt the same way, but after years of never making a move, you decided it was all in your head.

You weren’t sure at what point you just caved and downloaded Tinder. You couldn’t say what pushed you over the edge. Maybe it was the smutty Harry Styles fanfic you read that just went too hard (literally) and turned you on to the point of cracking. Regardless, you had done it, and you were actually doing pretty well on the app. You were getting a lot of swipes, and you were feeling pretty good about yourself. When one particularly handsome and charming guy -Theodore- asked you on a date, you agreed.

The restaurant you were going to was pretty fancy, so you wore a cute black skater dress and some killer red pumps. You did your makeup and hair to the best of your ability and finished applying your lipstick just as Theodore texted you that he was at your apartment. Okay, so he wasn’t going to pick you up at your door. That was fine. The gesture was a little outdated anyway, right?

“Hi,” you said, opening the car door and sliding in. “Theodore?”

“Theo,” he said with a smile. “(Y/N)?”

“That’s me,” you said. “It’s great to meet you.”

“You too,” he said. “Ready for dinner?”

“Mhm,” you hummed. “‘M pretty hungry.”

“Me too,” he said with a chuckle.

The date was fine. It was nothing exciting. Nothing to write home about. Theo was nice enough. He was polite and everything, and he made some jokes that genuinely made you laugh. Still, he spent a lot of time talking about himself and not a lot of time asking questions about you.

As the night wore on, you could tell where it was headed. And Theo really was nice enough. You didn’t love him, but you liked him, and at this point in your life, you would take that. You invited him back to your apartment, which he accepted. You got into your apartment, and Theo wasted no time pressing you up against your front door and kissing you. You kissed him back, all the while hoping he didn’t notice how scared you were and how long it had been since you had kissed someone.

You two eventually stumbled into your bedroom, and Theo all but threw you onto your bed. You scooted up to the top of the bed and watched him unbutton his shirt and toss it aside. You expected him to kiss you or pull your dress off, but he didn’t. Instead, he moved to unbuckle his trousers and tugged them down along with his boxers. He grabbed a condom from his wallet and rolled it onto his already hard length. He smiled down at you and fumbled with your panties, pulling them off and throwing them to the floor. Part of you wondered if you should tell him it was your first time, but you also didn’t want to kill the vibe. Didn’t want him to run away. So, you let him thrust into you, biting your lip to stop the painful moan that wanted to escape your lips. You definitely weren’t wet enough, and he hadn’t stretched you out at all before sliding in. “Oh, fuck,” Theo moaned, hanging his head in pleasure. You focused on blinking back tears and tried to find any good feeling that might be there, but you couldn’t. It just hurt so much, and you wanted to tell him to stop. You should’ve told him to stop. You shouldn’t have to suffer through shitty sex just because you felt obligated to put out. But, you were the one who wanted to lose your virginity.

“(Y/N), Jesus fuck you’re so fucking tight,” he moaned. “You like my cock splitting you open like this?”

You weren’t sure how long guys were supposed to last, but you were sure it was longer than this.

Theo spilled into the condom and collapsed on top of you. He panted against your neck before placing a soft kiss to your skin. “You finished, right?” he asked.

“Hm?” you said. “Oh, yeah, thanks.”

You winced as Theo pulled out of you and went to the bathroom to get rid of the condom. When he came back, he pulled his boxers and trousers up his legs and buttoned his shirt back on. “This was great,” he said as he slid his shoes on his feet. “We should do this again sometime.”

“Okay,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper as you watched him. He walked over to you, placed a kiss to your forehead, and saw himself out of your apartment.

It didn’t take long for tears to spill from your eyes. When you lifted your dress to look between your legs, you saw you were bleeding. The sight made a sob escape your lips as you covered your mouth with your hand. You knew you needed to clean yourself up, but you felt actual pain between your legs, and your mind felt numb. As you cried softly, mascara running down your cheeks, you blindly reached for your phone that you had set on the bedside table and opened your contacts. There, you clicked your third favorite contact: Tom.

The line rang a few times -you didn’t pay attention to how many- before Tom answered. “Hello, love,” he said, an audible smile in his voice.

“Tommy?” you croaked out.

Tom had been laying back in bed watching TV but sat up as soon as you spoke. Not only did it obviously sound like you were crying, but you only called him Tommy when you were sad. He knew you had a date that night, and his mind immediately went to the worst case scenario. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?

“Can you just come over?” you asked. “I’m sorry to do this.”

“It’s okay,” he said. “I’ll leave right now. Be over in ten.”

“Okay,” you whispered. “See you soon.”

You hung up before he could respond. You laid in bed curled up in a ball, clutching your arms over your stomach. You couldn’t stop crying, and wished you could go back in time and stop yourself from downloading Tinder in the first place.

“(Y/N)?”

You opened your eyes at the sound of Tom’s voice. You were grateful you had given him a key for emergencies. Seeing him only made you cry harder, so he rushed over to you and sat beside you on the bed, pulling you onto his lap. You hissed at the movements, the pain between your legs even more present. “What happened?” Tom asked, running his hands through your hair.

“It hurts,” you sobbed, not knowing how to sit to ease the pain. Squeezing your legs together made it worse, but keeping them open was painful too.

“What hurts?” he asked.

You sniffed, trying to compose yourself so you didn’t sound like a blubbering idiot. You knew Tom wouldn’t judge you no matter what you said or did. That was one reason you loved him. “He wasn’t gentle,” you whispered. “And, and he didn’t prep me at all, but I didn’t want to stop him because I thought it’d be rude.”

Tom was quiet for a few moments, trying to let the words sink in. His heart broke at what you were implying. He knew you were a virgin, but you had always expressed to him that you wanted your first time to be special. He wasn’t judging you for losing it to some Tinder date, but it made him sad that you didn’t get the memorable first time you had always wanted.

“Are you bleeding?” he asked, his voice soft.

“Yeah,” you said back. “Hurts too much to get up and, and clean it.” Tom nodded in understanding, petting your hair comfortingly again.

“How about I run you a bath,” he said. “And while you’re in the tub, I’ll go get you some ice cream, okay? And we can watch some films for the rest of the night. Does that sound okay?”

“Yeah,” you choked out. “Thanks, Tommy." He nodded, kissed your forehead, and stood up from the bed to get a bath going in the bathroom. You stayed in the same position on the bed, doing your best to keep your tears in while you were alone.

“Alright, love,” Tom said when he came back in the room, crouching beside the bed so he was level with your face. He stroked your cheek with a soft smile. “Bath’s all ready. I put your favorite bath bomb in.” You managed to give him a smile back, but when you sat up, you frowned again at the ache between your legs. Tom licked his lips and gave you a tight, sad smile. “C’mere,” he said as he stood up straight and held his arms out to you. “I’ll carry you.”

You didn’t have the energy to argue with him, so you stuck your arms out and let him pick you up and carry you bridal style to the bathroom. He sat you on the toilet and knelt in front of you. “You want me to help you into the tub too?” he asked. You bit your lower lip and hung your head in shame.

“Do you mind?” you asked.

“Course not,” he said. “You take off your clothes, and I’ll lift you in.” You nodded and waited for him to turn his head so you could undress without his watchful eye. Not that it mattered, because he was literally about to lift your naked body into a bathtub. When your clothes were off, you muttered his name, so he turned to face you. He made sure to keep his eyes on yours rather than your body as much as he could as he hooked one arm under your knees and one around your back, lifting you up and setting you into the bathtub. He took your hair tie from your wrist and pulled your hair up into a ridiculously messy bun on the top of your head. You managed a soft smile as you sunk into the tub.

“Okay,” he said, petting the top of your head. “I’ll go pick you up some ice cream, yeah? You call me if you need anything, and I’ll come right back.”

“Okay,” you said. “Thank you.” He nodded, kissed your forehead, and left you alone in the bathroom.

When Tom got in his car, he gripped the steering wheel tightly and tried to compose himself. God, when he found this son of a bitch, he wasn’t going to hold back. And he would find this son of a bitch. For now, he had to focus on helping you feel better. He drove to the store to pick up the ice cream he knew you liked, and on the way there, he found himself calling his mom.

“Hello, lovely,” she said when she picked up.

“Hey, Mum,” he said back. “Can-” He cleared his throat. “Can I talk to you about something kind of serious?”

“Of course,” she said. “What is it?” He hesitated, but knew his mom would be able to help. After all, mother knows best.

“(Y/N) called me and, and she had sex with someone, but it, it wasn’t good sex.” He was trying to keep out awkward, intimate details.

“She’s sore?” she asked.

“Mhm,” he hummed. “Like, really bad. And she was bleeding a little too.”

“Oh dear,” she sighed.

“Yeah,” he said as he pulled into the parking lot of the store. “I’m going to pick her up some ice cream, but I want to know what I should get to actually help her.”

“Well, there’s not much you can do, really,” she said with another sympathetic sigh. “As odd as it sounds, she might want to use an ice pack. And-” She paused. “-are you ready to be an adult about this, Thomas?”

“Mum, I called you about this,” he said with a dramatic sigh. “Lay it on me.”

She chuckled. “If you want to buy her some Vagisil moisturizing gel or something, it couldn’t hurt. Maybe some Midol.”

“Okay,” Tom said, letting out a heavy breath. “I can do that.”

“Good boy,” she said. He could hear her smile. “You’re very sweet to do this for her, Tom.”

“Thanks, Mum,” he said, a blush forming on his cheeks. “I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

They exchanged I-love-yous and goodbyes, and Tom hung up the phone. He was in and out of the grocery store fairly quickly (the most time was spent searching for the Vagisil) and headed back to your apartment as soon as he could.

You were still in the tub when Tom got back, so he set everything on the vanity in your bedroom and helped you out of the tub, wrapping a dry towel around your body. You both headed into your room, and you got out some pajamas to put on. Over the shorts and tank top, you pulled on a hoodie you had once stolen from Tom. He didn’t know, but it was your comfort hoodie. You wore it whenever you were sad or stressed because it made you feel safe.

“Um,” Tom said, rubbing the back of his neck as you crawled into bed, “I got you some stuff.”

“Stuff?” you repeated, furrowing your eyebrows.

“Yeah,” he said, fumbling with the grocery bag. “I got ice cream, and, and, uh, well, you said you were hurting, so, um-” He cleared his throat, and you couldn’t help but smile at how nervous he was. He dumped out the contents of the bag and revealed that he bought an ice pack, some Midol, and a small tube of Vagisil. Suddenly, you wanted to cry all over again. You sucked in your lower lip and looked up at Tom who immediately frowned. “Oh no,” he said. “I’m sorry. Did I overstep?”

“No, no,” you said, shaking your head. “This is just-” You took a shaky breath. “This is really sweet, Tommy. Thank you.”

Tom’s smile returned as he nodded once. “Alright,” he said. “I’ll go get spoons, you pick a film, okay?”

“Okay,” you said back. He took the ice pack to put in the freezer for a while, and you moved everything else to the bedside table. “Tom?” you called after him.

“Yeah?”

“Can you get me some water too?”

“Of course!”

You worked to open up the Midol which you did just as he came back with spoons and a water for you. You thanked him, downed two of the pills, and smiled as he plopped beside you on the bed. “Did you pick a film yet?” he asked, allowing you to sit between his legs and rest your back on his chest.

“No,” you said. “Something on Disney+ I think.”

“Whatever you want, love.”

You eventually settled on Monsters Inc. which Tom said was fine. Realistically, you knew he would’ve been okay with whatever you picked. Less than halfway through the film, you and Tom had already abandoned the ice cream, allowing it to melt slowly on the bedside table. One of you would put it away in the freezer before going to bed. As the minutes ticked on and the ache between your legs started to subside, you couldn’t help but think about Theo again. Tom must’ve noticed your shift in demeanor, because he rubbed your stomach with his thumbs and nudged your cheek with his nose. “Are you okay?” he asked. You hung your head and closed your eyes, not wanting to burst into tears all over again.

“Just wish I did it all different,” you whispered. He hesitated a moment.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” he asked. You swallowed back the lump in your throat before speaking.

“We got back from dinner,” you told him, “and I invited him into my apartment.” You shook your head at the memories. “Everything happened so fast. We were kissing, and then, he was taking off his clothes and-” You couldn’t help it. Tears started to come again. You felt so sad and stupid and embarrassed and hurt and used. “-he didn’t even take off my dress. He didn’t touch me or anything. He just put on the condom and-” You cut yourself off with another shake of your head, figuring Tom got the picture. “It was over pretty quick, and he asked me if I came and I just said yes.”

“But you didn’t?” he asked.

“Of course I didn’t,” you mumbled, painfully aware of the shake in your voice. “He didn’t do anything to make me feel good at all. I feel so stupid.”

“You shouldn’t,” he said. “If anyone should feel stupid, it should be him. He’s clearly shitty at sex.” You giggled softly which made Tom smile and nudge his nose against your cheek again. You looked up at him. “I’m sorry your first time wasn’t more special,” he said. “I know you wanted it to be nice. And you deserved something nice.”

“It’s whatever,” you said dismissively. “Maybe I made a bigger deal out of it than I should’ve. I set my expectations too high.”

“No you didn’t,” Tom said. “You just wanted a good first time. That’s not asking too much. Hell, you didn’t even get to cum. You’re allowed to be upset about this.”

You scoffed. “Well, let’s just say I’m deleting Tinder, so I don’t see me getting anything better anytime soon. Not unless I meet some sex god at the office.” Tom sighed and kissed your temple.

“You’ll find someone better,” he mumbled against your skin. “I promise.”

After the whole Theo fiasco, you deleted Tinder, deciding whatever game you wanted to call that just wasn’t for you. Everyday went by with the same routine. Wake up, work, come home, watch TV, go to bed, repeat. Eating was sprinkled in here and there, and you tried to change up your meals whenever you could for a little bit of variety. Otherwise, it was all very monotonous.

So when you got home on Friday and found a note taped to your front door, you were rightfully confused. You pulled it from the wall, let yourself into your apartment, and closed the door behind you with your foot as you ripped the envelope open.

(Y/N)-

We haven’t gotten dinner in a while. Wear something nice, and I’ll pick you up at 6:00! It’s gonna be great x

Tom

You pressed your lips into a tight line and held the note to your chest as you leaned against the door. Sometimes you hated Tom for doing stuff like this. He was such boyfriend material, but he would never be that. Did he have any idea what he did to you? How he made you feel? Probably not. You loved Tom, but he sure was thick sometimes.

It was already about 5:00, so you had to get ready pretty quickly. You put on a white, lace, bodycon dress and started to do your hair and makeup. Tom arrived before you were quite finished, but he let himself in. “(Y/N)?” he called.

“Bedroom!” you called back. He came in, and you caught his reflection in the mirror. He looked handsome, as expected: blue slacks, a white button-up, and brown shoes that matched his brown belt. You turned to look at him, your lips slightly parted. Before you could say anything-

“Wow,” he whispered. “You-” He chuckled. “Wow.”

“Shut up,” you said with a laugh. “Don’t be weird.”

“I’m not!” he said, matching your laugh. “I’m just saying. Wow. You look great.”

“Well thank you,” you said, walking up to him. You straightened his collar that was folded oddly. “You don’t look too bad yourself.” You patted his chest and tried not to let your hands linger for too long. Tom stuck his arm out for you to take, which you did, and the two of you walked out to his car.

You and Tom had been going on friend dates for ages. Once he became famous, he loved treating you to fancy dinners whenever you both had time to spare. You on the other hand were a sucker for bowling nights and paintball tournaments. But nice restaurants were lovely too, and any time you could spend with Tom, you would take.

Dinner flowed as nicely as it always did when you were together. You chatted about your work, and he shared as many details of his newest project as he could. The whole time, you couldn’t help but feel like there was a weird tension in the air. Maybe tension wasn’t the right word. There was just something going on with Tom that you couldn’t quite place. You didn’t ask him about it until you left the restaurant. He invited you back to his place for drinks, and you obliged.

“Are you okay?” you asked him as he pulled out of the restaurant parking lot. “You seem a little off.”

“Off?” he repeated. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know,” you said. “Forget it.” Tom just chuckled and continued the drive down the street. When you arrived at his apartment, you knew for a fact something was going on with him, and you didn’t like how he was hiding it. “What is up with you, Tom?” you asked him. “I know something’s going on. I know you.” He took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair as he closed the door behind the both of you when you got inside.

“You know I love you and care about you,” he said.

“Of course,” you said, folding your arms across your chest. “Why are you-”

“C’mere,” he said, taking your hand. Your eyebrows furrowed even deeper than they already were but allowed him to walk you over to his bedroom. When you walked in, your lips parted slightly in shock. He had a lamp light on and his essential oil diffuser (the one you bought him for Christmas) going, the soothing smell of lavender filling the room. On the bed -which was neatly made; a rare occurrence at Tom’s house- were rose petals. You turned to look at him, sure he could hear your heart pounding in your chest. “There’s no pressure,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, “but I couldn’t stop thinking about how unfair it is that your first time was so horrible. It should’ve been with someone special like you wanted. Someone who cares about you. And, well-” He sighed as if realizing he was fumbling around the point. “I want to make it up to you. I want to show you what good sex is supposed to be like.”

“You, y- you, uh,” you stuttered. “You want to have sex with me?” He licked his lips and took a step closer to you.

“No pressure,” he said. “No strings. Just good sex and the guarantee of at least one orgasm.”

You swallowed thickly. “At, at least one?” Tom smiled and nodded, then closed the distance between the two of you by wrapping his arms around you.

“At least one,” he repeated. He could tell you were hesitant by the way you were nibbling on your lower lip, so he stroked your cheek gently in an attempt to calm you down. “If you say yes and you change your mind while we’re doing it, that’s okay too. I’ll take it nice and slow for you.” He paused, licking his lips as he glanced down at yours, then up at your eyes again. “But if this is too weird, that’s fine. I just wanted to give you the chance to have great sex with someone who cares about you.”

You giggled a bit. “Are you saying you’re great at sex?”

“Mm,” he hummed with a smug smile. “I don’t want to brag, but I’ve never heard any complaints.” You melted into Tom’s touch as he pulled you a little closer and buried his face in your neck. “What do you say, darling?” he whispered, kissing your skin lightly. “You want me to make you feel good?” You took a shaky breath and closed your eyes as Tom sucked the skin of your pulse point, surely leaving a bruise.

“Yeah,” you whispered. You felt Tom smile before he pulled back to look at you. He pressed his forehead to yours and kissed your nose.

“Okay,” he said. “C’mere.” The two of you walked over to the bed, and Tom helped you move to the head of the bed. He sat in front of you with his legs crossed, and you mirrored his position. You tried to give him a strong smile, but you knew it came out small and nervous. He chuckled softly and put his hand on your cheek. “S’okay to be nervous,” he said. You bit your lip and nodded just as he started to lean forward and brush his lips against yours. You released your hold on your bottom lip and accepted his kiss, opening your mouth as soon as Tom traced his tongue across your lip. Already, this was different than when you were with Theo. It was like Tom was pouring his care into the kiss.

You put your arms over his shoulders and played with the hairs at the nape of his neck. He started to lay you down on the bed, and you could feel your breathing pick up. Still, you kept your lips pressed to his. His tongue massaged against yours, and you held in your whimpers as best as you could. It got harder when he started trailing kisses down your jaw and neck. His mouth wasn’t muffling your noises, so you had to bite your lip to keep yourself quiet. “Darling,” he whispered against your collarbone, “you look like an angel in this dress.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, your eyes fluttering closed.

“Can you lay on your stomach for me?” he asked. “Wanna unzip you.” You nodded and rolled over, and you swore you heard him hum as he put his hands on the back of your thighs. He ran them up your body, pausing to squeeze your ass which made you jump. He chuckled and moved to unzip the dress, kissing the skin that was exposed as he removed the fabric. You turned to sit up so he could pull the dress off you, and he licked his lips when he saw you weren’t wearing a bra. Everything suddenly felt very real, and you moved to cover yourself. Tom frowned and shook his head. “You’re so beautiful, (Y/N),” he said. You hung your head, still feeling an odd sense of uncomfortableness, but Tom was having none of that. He lifted your head and kissed you again. He laid you down on the bed and started kissing down your neck. “How’re you doing?” he asked, feeling your erratic pulse against his lips.

“Just nervous,” you admitted. Because this was Tom. You could be honest with Tom.

“That’s okay,” he said, sucking your pulse point until a bruise formed and you whimpered. “‘S not gonna hurt, okay, love? ‘M just gonna use my mouth to start. Warm you up and make sure you’re ready for me.”

“Okay,” you whispered.

“And you let me know if anything doesn’t feel good,” he said. You nodded, and Tom kissed down your body, pausing to pay attention to each of your breasts. He sucked on each nipple until it was hard and extra sensitive to the touch. He smiled as he nipped at your bud until you whined and tugged your fingers through his hair. You could feel a pulsing between your legs, and you needed more. Tom could tell, because he smiled again and kissed down your stomach until he got to the waistband of your panties. He looked up at you through his eyelashes, and you licked your lips and stared up at the ceiling. When you broke eye contact, he tucked his fingers in your panties and pulled them down your legs. Your breath hitched, but you didn’t say anything. Tom would take care of you. You had no doubts about that. If he said it wouldn’t hurt, you believed him.

Tom pushed your legs apart and brought his mouth down to your thighs, kissing each of them before placing his mouth on your opening. You gasped and put your hands in his hair, and you felt him smile. His thumbs dug into your thighs as he licked up your slit, avoiding contact with your clit. And as badly as you wanted him to touch you there, this was already feeling better than everything Theo had done to you. “Tom,” you breathed out, squeezing your eyes shut. “Feels so go-” You cut yourself off with a moan as Tom started swirling his tongue around your clit. “Oh Christ,” you muttered. “Tom!” He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, causing you to whine again and arch your back.

“Can I add a finger?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you gasped. “Yes. Please, Tom.” He nodded and sucked his finger in his mouth, then slowly eased it into your opening. “Ahh!” you moaned.

“You okay, love?” he asked.

“Mhm,” you hummed. He slowly started moving his finger, still keeping his mouth on your clit. You squeezed your eyes shut as he slid another finger inside you. The sudden change in fullness startled you in a good way. So this was what foreplay was supposed to feel like. Tom added another finger, and you swore you were in heaven. He could tell you were feeling good by the way your jaw was dropped but no noise was coming out. He smiled and curled his fingers a bit so that they grazed your g-spot perfectly. “Tom,” you whispered. “I, I’m-”

“Cum for me, darling,” he said. “I’ve got you.”

Your thighs squeezed around his hand as he flicked his tongue over your clit and moved his fingers faster in and out of you. In seconds, you were coming around his fingers with a soft cry as you dug your head into the pillow. Tom kissed your thighs and slowed his fingers down to help you ride out your high. When you caught your breath, you blinked your eyes open and looked down at him. He had a lazy smile on his face, and he kissed up your body until he got to your lips. “You want to keep going?” he asked. You nodded and lifted your head slightly to kiss him. He pulled back quickly and tugged his shirt over his head, then let his jeans and boxers follow.

His cock was more impressive than Theo’s. Longer. Thicker. If his foreplay wasn’t enough, you knew now that sex with Tom was about to be much better than it was with Theo. Tom reached into his bedside drawer and pulled out a condom, wasting no time rolling it onto his length with his lower lip tucked between his teeth. He pressed his hands into the mattress on either side of your head, and you gripped his biceps in your hands, your nails leaving little half moon shapes across his skin. “S’okay,” he whispered to you, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand. “S’not gonna hurt, okay? I promise.” He leaned down to pepper gentle kisses across your face. “Do you trust me, love?” You nodded.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “Yeah. I trust you.”

Tom smiled and gripped his cock, lining himself up with your pussy. He guided himself in, inch by inch, kissing your neck and whispering words of encouragement into your ear as he did so. He was right. It didn’t hurt. In facte, it felt so fucking good, you wanted to cry. “Oh, Tom,” you muttered, your head tossing back. He kissed up the column of your neck, and you could feel a smile across his lips. Once he bottomed out, Tom paused, giving you time to adjust. You let out a shaky breath, and he moved his head so he could look in your eyes. He only hovered for a moment before pressing his lips to yours. You sighed into the kiss as his tongue slipped into your mouth, fighting for dominance against yours. He stayed still until you wrapped your legs around his waist, silently encouraging him to move. He pulled his hips back and thrust them forward in a slow, smooth stroke. You cried out in pleasure, and Tom moved to kiss your neck again.

“Oh fuck, (Y/N),” he moaned. “How’s it feel?”

“Tom,” you cried. “Feels so good.” He brought his fingers up to his lips and licked two of them before sliding his hand between your bodies. His fingers found your clit right away, and he started rubbing fast circles, hoping to bring you close to that edge. He wanted more than anything to move faster, to pound into your tight cunt like it was all his -like you were all his- but he held back. This time couldn’t hurt you at all. He wouldn’t be like that other guy. He wanted you to remember this. To happily remember this. Even more than that, he wanted this to mean something.

He just wasn’t sure he was ready to admit that much yet.

You squeezed around his member, and Tom muttered, “Fuck,” under his breath and moved his hips a little faster. “You’re close,” he said. It was a statement. Not a question. Like he already knew your body better than you did.

“Yeah,” you confirmed. “‘M close.”

He let his hand move at the same pace as his hips -faster and faster, bringing you closer and closer to climaxing. “Tom,” you cried. “I’m, I’m gonna, oh.”

You squeezed your eyes shut and came, squeezing so tightly he came right after. He moaned your name in your ear, slowing the movement of his hips to help you ride out your high. You gripped his hair in your fists, and he started kissing your neck again. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “Did you know that? Do you know how beautiful you are?” He pulled back so he could look in your eyes, then brushed his knuckles across your cheek again.

“Thanks, Tom,” you whispered. He smiled and pulled out of you, frowning as soon as you winced.

“Are you okay?” he asked. “Are you hurt? Did I hurt you?”

“No,” you said, shaking your head. “I’m okay.” He smiled softly and kissed your cheek, then pushed himself out of bed.

“Want you to go to the bathroom, okay?” he said. “Then we can go to bed.” You nodded, your head feeling a little hazy, then got out of bed. Tom watched with a soft smile as you trotted off to the bathroom. While you were gone, he changed the sheets, put on some clean boxers, and got you a pair of boxers and a t-shirt to wear to bed. You were back in a few moments, your hair now up in a bun and your makeup off your face. You gave him a sheepish smile, your arms folded awkwardly across your chest, and he smiled back. “I got you some clothes,” he told you. “You’re staying the night, yeah?”

“If that’s okay,” you said, hanging your head a bit.

“Course,” Tom said. You smiled, then took the clothes he offered you and changed. By the time you were dressed, Tom was under the covers. You got into bed beside him, and turned on your side to face him. “So,” he said, reaching out to stroke your cheek again, “how was that?”

You giggled. “I think you already know the answer to that.”

He chuckled. “It’s always good to hear the compliments out loud.” You rolled your eyes and gave his shoulder a shove. Your expression shifted a bit.

“How was I?” you asked. He gave you a soft smile.

“You were perfect, love,” he said. “Best I ever had.”

“Shut up,” you said. “Don’t lie.”

“I’m not lying!” he said. “I’ve ever had sex with someone I-” He cut himself off, his smile dropping a bit. “It’s just different.”

“With someone you what?” you asked. Tom swallowed, and you could sense something that looked like nerves in his eyes. “What?” you pressed, a giggle passing your lips. “What’s on your mind?” He sighed and sat up, causing you to furrow your eyebrows and mimic his position.

“(Y/N),” he said, “I love you.”

Your response was immediate.

“What?”

“I love you,” he repeated. “And, and I care about you so much. When, when you said sex with that douchebag was so bad, I wanted it to be better for you. You deserve something better than that. I really mean that. But, but what I didn’t tell you was that it was also, it was a way for me to-” He sighed, clearly annoyed with himself. “I wanted to sleep with you because I love you. I, I saw this as a chance to, to be with you the way I want to be with you. And I know how wrong that is. I know how messed up that sounds, but-”

“You love me?” you said. You were still having a hard time processing the admission. He just sighed and nodded. Before he could say anything else -and he looked like he was going to say something else- you closed the small space between the two of you in a kiss. He jumped, but the shock wore off quickly, and he rested his hand on your cheek. He smiled beneath the kiss, and you smiled back. When you pulled away, you kept your foreheads pressed together. “I love you too,” you whispered. “And, honestly, I wish my first time had been with you, but, but I’m glad you made this one count.”

“Yeah,” he said with a small chuckle. “Me too. And don’t you worry-” He pressed a kiss to your nose. “-all the times after this are gonna be just as good.”

“Yeah?” you giggled. “Promise?”

“Oh yeah,” he said with a grin. “I promise.”

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Haikyuu Boys and a Single Mom Pt. 3

Featuring: Suna, Bokuto, Kenma

Suna Rintaro

despite being a professional volleyball player, Suna was still a university student, he evenly splits up his days to go to volleyball practice and university

he was always dreading to go to university, but he knew he needed it, and you, being his seating beside you in three classes, made university bearable

you had this amazing aura, always so gentle, and kind, you had a soft smile plastered on your face almost like a motherly smile, your voice was always calm and soft, you were just so breath-taking to look at

although you two never talked that much, Suna already knew a lot of little details about you, he once drove pass you walking to the kindergarten just one street away from your university, he knew that you carry a container of fruits in your bag, you always left as soon as classes for the day was over, and that was only a few among a hundred of little things about you

Suna admired you from afar, as much as he likes you so much it physically hurts him, love just wasn't his priority, his priority was volleyball and his career

or at least he thought

life surely has a great sense of humor because somehow you guys ended up being partners for a thesis paper

"I look forward to working with you Suna" you smiled

"likewise" he says with his usual blank face

Suna didn't want to admit it, but he was excited

"so, where do we work on this?" he asks looking at the notes he took for that class

"well, we can work on it at my place" you say casually while also looking at your notes

"are you sure it's okay?" he asks again to make sure, this girl, the person he's been crushing on for his two years in university is now inviting him to her place

"yeah, i can't really spend a lot of time outside, my son hates it"

and just like that Suna was having a mini heart attack, you were married? you have a son? what-

“hey, you alright?” you asked worriedly

Suna quickly composed himself

“uhh y-yeah, won’t your husband get angry?” he asks

“oh don’t worry I raise Kiro by myself” you smiled

Suna looked at you strangely, unable to keep up

you chuckled at his dazed look “I’m a single mother”

Suna almost breathed out a sigh of relief, thankfully he was able to stop himself or else you would get the wrong idea

“yeah, yeah sure, let’s work on it at your place” he snapped out of it, did he sound too happy to hear that you were single? yes, but we ain’t gonna talk about that

what was your ex thinking? he was pretty sure your kid was cute and you were so breath-taking to look at, what a stupid guy

“what does your son likes?”

“hm?” you asked him to make sure you heard him right

“what does your son likes?”

later in the evening, Suna showed up at your place with chocolate chip ice cream and the most expensive sushi he could find

you worked on your project for a good two hours, finalizing the outline of the thesis, while Kiro sat on Suna’s lap, your son immediately liked him, maybe because of the ice cream and sushi , but Kiro was very fond of him

“Kiro, baby, get off of Suna’s lap please he might get tired” you said to your son while you were keeping the things you used

“I don’t mind, he’s surprisingly light” Suna says as he bounces Kiro on his lap

“alright, if you say so, I’m going to prepare snacks” you made your way to the kitchen and left the two in the living room

“mister rin-rin” Kiro whispers while tugging on Suna’s shirt

“hm?” he answers looking at the kid, he was right, Kiro was extraordinarily adorable, it felt like he was looking at a smaller boy version of you and it was making her heart go feral, making him break his rules and try his best to get the both of you

“i want you to be my daddy” he whispers while fiddling with his fingers shyly

please this man is about to combust

he pats the boy’s head “sure bud” he said with a smile

“then can I call you dad?” he asks , eyes sparkling

“well it’s better to start early right? sure you can bud” he says, a full-blown grin plastered on his usually stoic face

Bokuto Koutaro

the flashing and clicking of cameras occupied the whole room where the MSBY Jackals were holding their post-game press conference, they won the game by the way and Bokuto was in high spirits answering questions thrown at him by the reporters

it was your turn to ask a question to the players and you stood up “Bokuto-san, your fans are always wondering why you’re always in high spirits, what is your secret?”

Bokuto has never seen you before, were you a knew reporter? because damn he would’ve noticed you immediately if you were on their past press conferences, you looked like a celebrity to be quite honest

“I’m playing volleyball, there’s no room for me to be unhappy” he simply says

it was you first day at your new job, quite frankly, you’re glad you quitted your old one, they forced you to stay behind the camera and write scripts for anchors when you finished a bachelor degree on broadcasting

“Can’t blame him, I’m also happy when I do my job” you mumble to yourself as you remembered Bokuto’s answer to your question

“mama!” you looked at your son who was in the arms of your cousin Kuroo

“hey thanks for doing this for me couz” you say as they stopped right in front of you

“mama! have you seen the game?! they were so awesome! Uncle Tetsu promised me to go meet MSBY!” your son happily jolts in his Uncle’s arm

you looked at him with a motherly smile, happy that you’re son enjoyed the game

“you coming with us?” Kuroo asked

“you two go ahead I’ll just rest for a bit” you were tired with keeping up with the game and asking questions

the two nodded “alright, just show this to the guard and they’ll let you enter” Kuroo says, handing you a pass

you mutter a small thank you as you watch them walk away

let’s just say Gen, your son, was liked by every single member of the team, I mean, who could ever dislike such an adorable kid?

“MSBY cool! Shoyo pwaaa! Boto bam!” he says while jumping up and down, while Kuroo watched his nephew smiling

Bokuto was particularly very fond of him, was it because the kid was unbelievably adorable? or was it because the kid reminded him of a certain reporter? He’d like to think both

“Gen-kun who’s yer fav’rite player eh?” Atsumu asks the kid

the kid looked at eight full-grown man looking at him expectantly, his eyes stopped on the black-and-white haired spiker and made grabby hands towards him “BOUTO! BOUTO!”

the members were disappointed but not surprised at all, kids tend to go to Bokuto or Hinata since they have the friendliest faces

“HEY! HEY! HEEEY!” Bokuto did not hesitate and lifted the boy up in the air, as they both giggle

“Tetsu?” your voice interrupted the commotion inside the room

Kuroo went to the door and opened it for you and the first thing you saw was your son giggling with the person stuck in your head for about twenty minutes now

“Mama!” your son screamed as soon as he saw you and asked to be put down to run towards you giving you a hug on your leg you looked down at him and patted his head gently

Kuroo cleared his throat “this is Y/N L/N my cousin, the mother of adorable the adorable Gen, she is single and ready to mingle, 2 in 1 you get an adorable son and a lovely wife, contact me for more details, the price can be discussed”

you deadpanned at your cousin, why tf was he selling you like an auction, you shook your head

you were hyper aware of the intensity of the owl-eyed spiker, making you blush

while Bokuto was over here thinking, damn he hit the jackpot an adorable son and an absolutely gorgeous wife? you bet he’s in and he’s gonna do everything he can to win you and make you and your son happy

“I’m sorry about him, please excuse me, my son and I needs to leave” you said politely and bowed as you take your son away

unbeknownst to you, Bokuto was in the middle of business with your cousin

“hey, how much for the details?” Bokuto whispers to his bestfriend as if they were in the middle of an illegal transaction

Kuroo looked at his friend with eyebrows raised

“I’ll pay any amount” Bokuto was very serious, which made the former Nekoma captain burts out laughing

“well, since you’re my good friend, a few drinks will do” Kuroo after his hyena laugh session

“Hey! hey! hey! thanks Kubroo!” Bokuto says in his usual cheery voice

later that night, you wondered why you were having dinner with your son, your cousin, and the former captain of Fukurodani, how he managed to get you flowers in such a short amount of time and this late at night was beyond your knowledge. But you weren’t complaining though, how could you when he looked adorable with a flushed face asking for your number after driving you and your son home.

Kenma Kozume

Kenma wasn’t fond of kids, he didn’t disliked them, he just preferred hanging out with adults who were less hyper, proceeds to hangout with Bokuto, Hinata and Kuroo

but he was a gamer and it is inevitable that some of his fans were kids, he didn’t mind it though he is thankful to each and everyone of his fans

being the twenty-eight year old youtuber/CEO that he is, he barely have time to go out and it happened very rarely, and today happened to be one of those rare occasions as he got out to get some ice cream in a very hot summer day

but he was in a for surprise, at an empty alley, he heard a ruckus

“give it back! please give it back!”

it was never in Kenma’s personality to pry, but something was pushing him to go check out what was going on

he went inside to the dark alley and saw four boys, about eight years old, one was in the middle, his clothes all crumpled and dirty, his bag empty, his things sprawled out, scattered in front of him

“you want this thing? it’s not even the latest model, you think kodzu-”

Kenma cleared his throat, already able to register what was happening

“ken” the bully continued

“you know kids, I don’t really like bullies” Kenma starts as he walks towards the little boy, picking up his scattered things one by one and putting it in his bag

“leave, before I report you to your school” Kenma says stoically which made one of the boys drop the game console in his hand as the three of them scramble to get out of the dark alley

the little boy picked up the game console and tried to open it, but to no avail, it was broken

Kenma went closer as he handed him his bag

“are you okay?” he asked as he crouch down to the boy’s level, it was obvious that he was not okay, his face had little scratches and his clothes were all dirty and slightly damped

but the little boy meekly nodded and looked down on his game console, which Kenma noticed

“I can get you a new one” he says in attempt to cheer up the little boy, he didn’t know what was pushing him to do so, but his heart broke at the sight of him broke his heart

“mister Kodzuken, can you please get this fixed for me instead?” for the first time, the boy looked at him with sad eyes

how could he say no to that face? he took the game console and looked at the boy

“is there a reason why you want me to fix it?” he asks

“my mom worked hard to get me that on my birthday, she didn’t buy her favorite coffee, her favorite bread, she patched up her shoes instead of buying a new one, she even lied to me that she wasn’t hungry when we ate out, I don’t wanna make her sad” the boy sadly said and wore his bag

Kenma was in awe, no wonder this boy was so polite and respectful

“alright, how but I’ll call your mother now, she is needed in this situation” Kenma says as he takes out his phone

the boy slowly dictates his mom’s phone number, and when he was done, Kenma was speechless, the number was already registered as his secretary’s number

Kenma shakily presses the call button

“sir?” your voice from the other line, never seize to make his heart skip a beat

“Y/n do you happen to have a son?” his voice was still calm

“yes, how did you know sir? i have a son he’s name is Eiji, he’s eight” you happily told him

“well, I kinda caught some kids bullying him, I think that you’re needed here” he says calmly

“oh no, my baby, i’ll be there ASAP sir, please do send the location”

“I’ll send the location to my driver, he’ll pick you up” Kenma says and hangs up as he send a quick messege and the location to his driver

Kenma was supposed to ask you out tomorrow, that was the reason why he didn’t go to the office today, he was going to surprise you at his place because he didn’t want you, the girl he liked to the horrible people of the internet

you were too pure, too kind, you always made sure to get him something to eat despite his resistance, made sure that he doesn’t overwork himself and even going to the extent where you do some of his workloads, of course he trusted you enough to do so and you’ve been working with him for four years now

but you had a child? did you have a husband? but you’re resume said that you were single? is it a boyfriend?

“you know mister Kodzuken, mama always talks about you when I ask her about her day, I think she’s got a little crush on you” Eiji smiled softly at him

which almost made the former setter melt into a puddle, the boy was adorable, and even if his original plan was to just date you, he was more than happy to have Eiji, having a mini you around made it all even better, he wasn’t fond of kids but the little boy infront of him was an exception

“I think, I can make that happen” he smiles softly

the day after you appeared looking distressed, talked to your son’s bullies and their parents at the school’s principal office with Kenma and Eiji seating beside you, you were now inside your boss’ house, he was asking you to be his girlfriend, your son happily jumping up and down beside him

how could you say no, when four years ago, you were only dreaming of this moment?

#kenma x reader #bokuto x reader #suna rintaro x y/n #suna x reader #kenma kozume #Bokuto Koutarou #suna rintaro #haikyuu scenarios

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