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samuclit · 3 years

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Love Foolish

miya atsumu x reader

tags: angst, hurt/comfort, established relationship, mature, a little smut (define little on your own), 7.8K words

Summary: Miya Atsumu didn't realise that he was actually counting the days he spent with you while being your boyfriend. The step-process to how your relationship with him rekindles every time a new day begins was not as apparent as it seems to be, but he sure knew that the dreaded day when it comes to an end will never come.

This is an old piece that I worked on last year...I am terribly sorry for the way I post this fic I am not good with tumblr yall this is harder than my degree

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Day 153

Atsumu was exhausted. He just got back from training with the college team for a few weeks already. He needs to catch up with the college team even though the time he spent away was used for his training with the MSBY Black Jackals team. He was advised by his family members, team coach and his friends that he should not miss out on any practice without a valid reason and should diligently claim his spot on both teams with the most outstanding effort and attitude so he followed, believed that this is for the best in order to build his volleyball career he was always so passionate about since he was in middle school. If only Osamu joins him, he thinks it won’t be as draining as it is right now.

Everyone in college knows Miya Atsumu, he is too perfect. The handsome look, tall and built figure, his diligence in both studies and shaping his career, to top it all off he is charming and is a ladies’ man. He could make every girl fall for him the instant he flashes his smirk that has been scientifically proven to be a bait for everyone in this universe. One small talk he could get girls on his bed, spending the whole night snogging off each other and leaving them whenever he got annoyed with the sudden disturbance. You happen to be one of the girls who got in his bed, goes on several dates with him, but this time you were one of the people who last longer than a week, and then a month and few more months after that. He assumes and waits for you to be the one ending the relationship but it won’t even come, and he is already tired of waiting.

So, he makes you tired. He doesn't want anything to be on his way at all, and you in the equation is making him disturbed at some times. During the first few weeks of dating, you often invite him for a date at the coffee shop which he obliges only for the reason to not break your feelings even though he has some tasks which are more important at hand. You are nice, but he isn’t. He told Suna that you deserve better.

It has also been roughly two weeks since he last talked to you, and deep in his heart he kind of wants your nagging presence around him, just to distract him from the truckload of stress he’s carrying on his shoulders. So he texted you.

You: [Name], are ya coming or not. Been thinking of binging that Netflix series you’ve been babbling about.

[Name]: Ah sorry, it’s girls’ night with Midori and her gf.

You: I see. Have fun.

Seen.

That’s weird. You said it yourself that you wanted to binge on the weekends with him, after he finished with this practice for the week, and also he thinks that’s just you trying to make up with him after your first argument with him. It is...nobody’s fault, he thinks. He doesn’t want to blame himself and you, partially because you were really upset that day that you raised your voice and he didn’t chase you after you ran out of the apartment. It is just a silly argument. He doesn't want to think about it that much.

As he took a shower and dressed himself in a fresh new pair of t-shirt and black sweatpants, he plopped himself on the sofa and went through Netflix to find something worth watching. He saw the show you wanted to watch ; Pretty Little Liars. Ah it’s not even a Netflix series, it’s just a series which is available on Netflix. Seems like he wasn’t even attentive to what you said.

Before he falls asleep, he walks down the memory lane, to remember how exactly you and Atsumu could last this long in a relationship.

Day 0

The party seems to be a hit! His seniors on the volleyball team joined hands with the football team to conduct a party to celebrate post-sports festival of Tokyo U that happened for a week long and the party is held at the dorms outside of the campus so the board of education won’t meddle, with the promise that there aren’t drugs involved. Which is okay, the athletes are supposed to stay away from drugs and they’re disciplined enough to consider their life decisions.

He was simply just hanging around in the living room of the dorm, which is a terrace house in a neighbourhood a few kilometres away, talking to his friends, Suna and Komori, who are his teammates in the college team. Komori used to go to the same Youth Camp with Atsumu so they knew each other since then. “Huh, sick party. I didn’t think there would be too many people here.” Komori said as he chugs down his cold beer, swaying a little after he finishes with a slightly long chug. “Senpai said just the athletes of the college are invited, but it seems like the whole campus crashed together. Lunatics.” Atsumu said as he plopped down on the bean bag and leaned his head back. Suna calls out.

“Oi, Midori is here. I invited her.” Atsumu is familiar with Midori, he has never been close with her but he knows of her since they went to the same high school together. The three pairs of eyes went towards the door together to greet Midori, with you tailing behind her. “Hey, glad ya made it!” Suna lunges forward and grabs Midori in a hug. “Yeah, cool place, I’m sorry I don’t have a plus one to bring with so I just drag my friend along. Hey, this is [Name]. Go say hi and be friends!” Midori pushed the other girl, which he heard to be [Name], also a familiar name. “Oh wait...you guys must have not have known about her...we went to the same school man...” Midori pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. It is sad that not many people know about small girls like [Name] that much.

Indeed, you went to the same school and you’re in a completely different league than Atsumu, he was and still is the famous athlete that has the entire girls’ population wrapped around his fingers. You’re around the circle of...top scorers who are active in volunteers and some other stuff Atsumu was not into. “Oh, is she another one of your hockey teammates?” you continue hiding behind Midori’s taller frame. Midori pulled you away and hugged your waist, giving support. “Come on now, babe say hi, they’re our friends” you glared at her with a smug look. “Hye, it’s [Name]. I’m not an athlete, I’m a political science major, pleasure to meet ya” your eyes tried to glance from Suna to Komori and to Atsumu but you averted your eyes away from him as soon as it landed on him. You look cute in just a rock concert t-shirt with black jeans shorts and plain converse. Classic party look, but you are not the type to go to parties because...assignments and stress are getting through you which explains why you’re all fidgety. Midori knows there’s more to that, cause you’re a very wild extrovert at some time.

“Hey, enjoy the party, drinks and snacks are down there, the toilet is on another end, help yerself.” Atsumu pats on your shoulder and moves past you to greet his other friends who crashed the party. You’re petrified, to say the least and moved quick on your heels to head to the bathroom for some reality check. The environment is overwhelming.

Atsumu gets tired easily even after downing a can of beer but he isn’t exactly drunk. He is just tired with the lots of conversations and the girls from other courses trying to talk to him, wanting the conversation in a bedroom which he said no to, he is a responsible man. He is not going to do it with them when in their drunken stupor. However, his endless denials are stopped with a sudden disturbance right in front of him.

Midori is on a couch, with a girl and was playing with her hair and occasionally rubbing her thigh and before they closed in someone threw a beer cup at Midori. “What the hell? Leave me alone!” Midori turned his body to see a bulked up guy whose name Atsumu doesn’t remember behind the couch, looming over the two figures sitting on the couch. It’s going to get ugly.

“What the fuck, you leave us alone! Why the hell are homos here. Get out!” Midori and the poor girl trembles in fear and Atsumu wants to blow a kick so bad but he can’t move because of the girls that are around him. Before he tried to push the girls away, he saw you moving towards him, taking away the beer can he has in his hands. “I’m sorry I’m taking this!” Your eyes had a small fire ignited in it and he can’t help but gave away his beer can, and then he saw you walking up on the couch and on to the head rest, spit into the beer and pours the beer all over the homophobic guy who slandered your friend. The guy was drenched and screamed because the beer was icy cold and it came to contact with his skin that got heated from way too much alcohol consumed.

“Oh, I am very sorry, I was convinced that this big hunk of muscle is a trash can!” you screamed with an evil laughter and the whole party laughed and cackled at the sight of the giant asshole from Engineering talking shit about the woman adored by the majority of campus. Midori is your best friend, a very kind, beautiful and valid lesbian friend of yours. You would do anything to protect her from the touch of homophobic devils that would insult her every now and then. It has been happening more recently after she got out of the closet, even when she was inside all this time, you have always given her tons of support and protection because it’s just something about you. Midori was already smiling and got herself up away from the sofa with the girl she was with, hands holding hers tightly.

“You punk! Are ya crazy? Do ya want me to kill ya like I kill your friend here?” your figure who had one leg propped on the head rest while the other on the couch went tense and is about to fall and the nasty asshole grabbed you by the neck, having you lifted in the air and no one helped to stand against him except Midori who was pulling your body before the guy fully grasped your entire neck in his hands. Before he even pressed harder on your throat, Atsumu landed a punch on his face, making himself knocked down on the floor. You already fell flat on the couch, trying to regain your breath. He warns the guy off and he immediately leaves after.

“Shit shit, are you okay?” Atsumu kneels on the floor to check up on you, who were lying on the couch, still coughing out and trying to calm down. Midori ran to get some water for you. “I’m fine, fine, where's Midori? Is she okay?” Midori hit you in the arm. “Idiot. I am fine but look at you, I told you I’m alright, if you give them attention and piss them off they will harm you, look what happened.” Midori cries and hugs you. Atsumu checked up on your face, saw tiny drops on the edge of your eye which got wiped away the instant Midori wrapped her arms around you. “I told you I will always protect you okay, I promised you that” Midori looked at your face again and was still sobbing. She turns towards Atsumu who stood by them. Suna and Komori arrived in the space after making sure the guys had run off. The party went back to normal and it’s chaos again.

“Thank you, Atsumu, if it weren’t for you, I don’t know what would happen to the both of us.” The girl from before is rubbing her hands on Midori’s back trying to calm her down. “No, [Name] did the most fight, I only come in when it gets physical. I let ya know when I see that guy again I am going to beat the living shit out of him. Nasty jackass.” Atsumu’s rage calms down when he sees you and Midori laugh, finally he makes a safe space for you and her. After some minutes of calming down and talking and giggling Midori takes the cue to leave. “I think I need to go now, need to take some air, you should, too, babe. Love you” Midori hugged and left with the girl she was with the entire time during the party.

Atsumu has long left you and Midori alone when you were busy talking to her, so he goes away somewhere to talk with some of the boys from the football club. They heard something about how that guy is a maniac and has been expressing his hate crimes for several years now, basically a loser and Atsumu thinks his sucker punch is something he could take pride in. After he saw Midori take off with the girl he saw you heading towards the door that linked to the backyard. More people were there, some were laying on the ground doing some unnecessarily lewd stuff that Atsumu does not want to remember.

He saw you taking a seat on one of the stools that was set up for guests to sit. He brought a can of beer, intended to give you. As he approaches you were rubbing around the area on your throat which the bully from before had pressed on. You were still in pain. “Hey, needa drink?” Atsumu hands over the beer while he sits down on the stool next to you. “Ah, I’m sorry I don’t...drink around guys. Trust issues.” Atsumu furrowed his eyebrows and he finally got what you were trying to say. “Oh, I totally get it, I’m sorry.” You were a flustered mess. You didn’t intend to actually...reject a kind offer from him but it’s a strange new place and strange new environment, though you knew Atsumu from high school to be quite a decent person that you– “[Name]? Are ya okay? Ya were about to say something earlier?” “Oh, yeah. You don’t have to apologise, we can just go for drinks some other times'' you let out a small laugh and he smiles. Awkward.

“Ya don’t have to worry about that guy, I heard someone is going to report him to the dean. He’ll be out in no time” you smirked. “Good! Midori must be happy”. The both of you laughed and the conversation continued randomly, topics about his volleyball activities and you popping in some random thoughts about life to him, it makes him feel weird at first but he picks up after quite some time.

And the night goes with you spending your night with him on his small bed in the apartment he shared with his other friends. Kisses are littered all over your body and Atsumu leads you through your first intimate session with so much ease and gentleness. He left an especially passionate kiss on the neck that tells the stories of your fight and trauma, hoping that he could kiss it away and replace it with the memories of your first. “Are ya really sure about this?” Atsumu asked at one point when you were making out with him on his lap just right after he got you in his room. “Please, do what you want” and Atsumu continues to ravish you and pulls on every article that trapped your beautiful untouched body.

The morning he woke up, you were sleeping soundly, despite the uncovered chest you had on display cause you fell asleep after the second round of fucking you had no chance to clean up or put on a shirt. The messy hair and arousing look you had on aside, you look too peaceful to be on someone’s bed, someone who you have known for a long time but have only gotten close from an impromptu encounter so Atsumu threw the plans of getting out of bed aside and continues watching the small details on your face. He would pick up the falling strands of your hair and tucks it behind your ear, trailing his fingers on the swollen lips you had after making out with him the entire night. He enjoys your presence. He likes it, being with you, so this is all worth it.

As your eyes fluttered open, squinting because of the bright sun, which was now covered by Atsumu’s hands to help you get back to sleep without the disturbance. You woke up anyway. “Atsumu, what are ya doing?” you asked, trying to pull the blanket that barely covers your naked front. “Just letting a princess continue her peaceful sleep” you were blushing, it feels like a dream to wake up with Atsumu next to you, so you lean into him more and he tackles you under the sheets. As Atsumu closes in again, about to kiss you like he did the previous night before, your eyes widened and you pushed him away, rolling out of bed naked. You pulled the blanket to cover yourself and scrammed to find your underwear and outfit from last night. “Fuck, fuck I’m late shit I gotta go” you were clasping your bra and putting on your underwear as you continue with your series of cuss words picked up at random. “What’s going on are you okay? Was it–“ you put on your jean shorts and looked at him. “No-no I’m late to a group discussion and I am going to die I think.” You already had your phone in hand with your bag in hand running to the door. Atsumu put on his sweatshirt and training shorts in a haste, offering to give you a ride.

“Hey, I can help ya get to yer spot with my car. Don’t have ta rush'' you gaped and mumbles thousands of gratefulness and lunges forward to hug but stopped yourself. In the car you were on a phone call with one of the people in your group and you immediately spilled the idea you had in mind in a heartbeat. Atsumu has been driving nowhere so he stops and parked his car at the parking space of the nearby McDonald’s. After several arguments and reasons to have your opinion accepted you finally heaved a relief and ended the call with another apology.

“Yer quite a persistent one aren’tcha?” you looked at him, face messy, unclean and tired. The post-sex glow seems to not work with everyone. “Yeah, there’s an event and I’m in charge. I was so caught-off guard. Pretty sure they will kick me out if they don’t accept my idea but guess not!” you laughed and smiled gleefully. Pure satisfaction whenever people acknowledge us. Atsumu understood that much. “So...since you don’t have to go...breakfast?” Atsumu points his thumb to the back of the car, which was the entrance to the McDonald’s. “No...I stink so much...but I am hungry so....drive-thru?” Atsumu smiles and puts down the handbrake. “Sure thing, princess”.

After you both got your respective breakfast meal set, Atsumu takes off to the lake and brought you together with him to eat on the benches. Atsumu enjoys the company as much as you did. What starts off with a random conversation of how the duck is limping, to talking about the fluffiness of the poodle someone took for a walk turns into a conversation about each others’ personal lives.

“If anything, virginity is a social construct to put down women, so if you think last night is fun just because of that, I am going to berate your entire existence” you warn him, mouth full with the breakfast muffin. “Sure, what’s fun about last night is that you’re hot and I like you.” Atsumu closes in, trying to make you feel more flustered. “You...like me?” you were blushing and he guessed that his classic method works. “Can say that, I don’t usually have breakfast with people I sleep with, so I think that’s how I know.” You scoffed as his smug smile grew wider. “Oh you’re quite a cheesy one. So, this isn’t just a one time thing?” you looked over to him. He said no and continued kissing you like he meant it.

Days after that, the dates are frequent, spending the night in his apartment is a routine, watching movies is a norm and the intimate sessions get more interesting for the past few months, he thinks he needs to tell you all about his fantasy and you told him yours and both wishes are fulfilled.

Day 150

Atsumu woke up from the nap, the movie was already finished by then. He reached for his phone which was ringing non-stop. He's going to puke his brains out. Midori was the one calling him. There are around 7 missed calls coming from Midori.

“Oi pisshead, your girlfriend’s drunk. Come and pick her up.” Atsumu looks at the time

10.50

“Didn’t last that long?” Atsumu giggles. Midori snapped.

“I’m being serious. She gets crazier now you need to pack her up. I can’t because my girlfriend is as shit-faced drunk right now.” Midori starts to call out your name to get off the table. Whatever that happened it must have been really shitty what’s going on down there at the bar.

“Okay, just text me the address I’m on my way” Atsumu took his wallet and car keys with him, all fresh to fetch your drunk ass home.

As soon as he arrived he stormed to the booth which you and Midori sat at. You were already lying down on the couch, fast asleep and giggling as you sleep. “Okay you’re here. I’m going home with my girlfriend so you take care of her properly.” Midori sat herself at the couch you were sleeping on. “[Name].....I’m going now so take care okay! Love you goodnight!” you were whining so loudly at her. “Nooooo....Midoriiiii-chan I am going to miss you don’t leave me” you were pouting and whining and hug Midori to prevent her from going. Atsumu stood at the side watching the mess unfold. “Your boyfriend is here to pick you up! Goodbye!” Midori dragged her girlfriend away and got out of the bar.

“Midori’s good at lying. There’s no way my boyfriend cares ‘bout me” Atsumu covers his face in shame because the other customers at the bar are looking at you. “Who are ya...are you a stranger? Can I call you Mr Stranger? You look handsome.” You giggled and Atsumu laughed at your cuteness. This is certainly a new side to you, he has never seen you turn into a giant ball of fluff before. “Okay now cmon Miss [Name] let’s get ya home.” Atsumu swooped your legs in his right hand while the other supported the small back of your body. Your eyes are still squinting which must be the reason why you can’t recognise Atsumu yet.

“I miss my boyfriend Mr Stranger. I want to see him...please take me to see him pleassseeeee.” You buried your face in his chest and held on to the cotton string of his hoodie. “Oh yeah? Is he really that handsome?” he puts you in the passenger seat and buckles your seatbelt. “He is! His hair colour is a bit funny, Midori said it makes it look like he bathed in piss” Atsumu got that too many times already. “But in my very personal point of view, it is kind of biased, he rocks that look. He looks hot!” Atsumu blushed and proceeded to head to the driver’s seat. It’s you and your habit of expressing too many opinions again. He liked this one. He also misses your constants chit chat after a whole month of not talking to each other because of a petty argument. He admits that he misses you so much, but a jerk like him won’t admit it. He’s going to break up with you anyway.

As he continues driving he would listen to what you said about ‘your boyfriend’ and he would sometimes smirks and whispers an ‘I know’ and sometimes it is too loud you caught him in the act. The night drive seems fun with you, and he figures you are still too drunk and even with too much talking your body stays the same. You fell asleep at some point, when he is close to the apartment you resided in. He found out after quite some time that Midori moved into her girlfriend’s apartment so now you live alone.

Even after he arrives at the apartment complex he lets you take some time to sleep, and as time passes by and it’s getting later into the night, he shakes your shoulder to wake you up.

“Hey, [Name], we’re here.” Atsumu smiles as you yawn and stretches your limbs.

“Mr Stranger? I have a secret. Can I tell you...I’m afraid to tell anyone.” You said after some time. Atsumu had no idea what to do. So he just played along. “Yeah, I promise I will keep it.” Atsumu laughs and looks at you.

“I think my boyfriend doesn’t love me. I kind of got the gist of it for a long time...but...now I am convinced. I think...the next time I see him, will be the last time I see him. And I–I don’t wanna” you cried immediately, you were sobbing too hard and you covered your face with the both of your palms. Atsumu is shattered especially, what you said was true. He might break it off when time comes, but seeing your heart broken and giving up the usual happy and chaotic smile and laughter you had because of the thought of breaking up with him, he felt like his heart was going to jump out of his chest. So he asked further. He needs to know more, he needs to know why. Why do you catch up to what he was thinking so fast?

“W-why is it?” Atsumu choked on his breath. His heart was thumping so loudly, and it was beating off the charts. “He seems to not want me around...I tried my best to give him space, time for himself but....he never wants a time wimme....and then...I-he-he don’t want to see me even when he is free”. You continue crying in the silent car, Atsumu wanted to reach your hands but he knew that would be such an asshole thing to do since he is the one causing this mess. Atsumu got out of the car and opened the door from your seat. “Hey hey let’s get you to your apartment okay?” Atsumu unbuckled the seat belt and you kept on crying, you pulled on his sweater and gripped it so tightly and wailed like a baby into his chest. He sighed and embraced you in a tight hug, calmly rubbing the small of your back trying to calm you down.

After quite some time only the sniffles could be heard. You start talking again. “You know...I’d rather see him happy even if it means I need to break up with him. Ah I’m so dramatic for no reason. Can you help...carry me to my apartment, Mr Stranger?” you pulled away from his hug, makeup ruined and eyes red. Atsumu smiled and nodded at you. “Of course, I’ll carry you.” He carried you in a manner when he hugs your tiny body to carry you to the bed during one of those nights he needed a release. This closeness to your warm body, and the earlier event that happened of you confessing to a complete stranger about him, he is regretting it.

Day 125

Atsumu just got home from South Korea. He was there for a training camp with the home team there because one of his coach from the MSBY Black Jackals used his connections with an old friend to conduct a camp for them to further polish the players’ skill in the said sport. It would be a great chance for him to bloom more than how he is after his successful debut as a Div. 1 League player.

He was simply relaxing around after two days and Osamu was cooking plenty of food for the gang. Osamu invited some friends of his, and Suna brought his girlfriend with him. Komori was there too, with his cousin. When Osamu asked if he was going to invite you, Atsumu shrugged and said no, he wants to relax without you around. Even if you are around you would never go that far to make him uncomfortable. He still hasn’t called you yet even when he landed in Tokyo two days before.

“Atsumu, didn’t ya miss yer girlfriend? Just tell her to come over.” Osamu said from the kitchen, bringing a pot of stew he made for the gang and putting it on the table. “Nah, she didn’t even know I’m in Tokyo.” Everyone in the living room looks at him. “Miya you’re kinda an asshole for that” Komori said as he passed a bowl to Suna and his girlfriend. “Cmon now don’t look at me like I’m a criminal or sumn...I just want to relax I’ll tell her later.” Atsumu scoffed and leaned his back to the sofa as he was sitting on the carpet.

“Are you...joking. She came by practice the other day, said she can’t reach you.” Sakusa said as he put down his mask aside and dug in. Atsumu knew that. He purposely ignored your text and calls and only left a message when you’re offline or when he knows you were sleeping. He doesn't want distractions. “Yer a prick, [Name]’s really nice and ya can’t see that. If ya got issues just break up already.” Suna speaks and his girlfriend agrees. “Yeah for real, if Rintarou had issues I know he is going to leave my ass in the streets. But I’m glad he has no problems. As a woman I will honestly kick you in the ass, ya know, that woman with woman solidarity.” Suna kissed his girlfriend on the cheek and Atsumu scoffed. “I know, I just don’t know the right time yet.” Komori already mumbles a series of cuss words, Osamu and Suna sigh and Suna pulls his girlfriend back from kicking Atsumu in the face. Sakusa heard a doorbell and reached for the door now to open.

“[Name]?” Sakusa screams in shock. Speaking of the witch. Well, you’re not a witch, you’re the sweetest person ever that happens to be Atsumu’s unlucky girlfriend. “Hey Sakusa-san! Nice to see you! I brought something!” you waltzed in the door and headed to the kitchen you’re already familiar with. Atsumu felt his guilt eating his insides. Who the fuck called you here?

Komori puts his phone up so Atsumu can see. Komori smirks at him and Atsumu flashes out the middle finger to him. Sakusa mumbles and points at Atsumu, he said somewhere along the lines of you solve this on your own, Miya!

Osamu headed to greet you first. “Hey Osamu, I brought some home made dorayaki for you and Atsumu. You guys love it right?” Osamu smiles and thanked you endlessly. You smiled but as you looked at the awkward little Atsumu behind Osamu you stopped smiling. He headed towards you and Osamu knows it’s his cue to leave the both of you in the kitchen.

“Hey, how’s South Korea?” Atsumu sat on the chair of the kitchen island. “Twas good. The food there, they’re amazing.” You hummed. “Glad you enjoyed it. Maybe I would know more if you actually answer my calls and texts about how busy you are and tell me when you arrived. But it seems like you don’t miss me that much.” You sighed.

“[Name], I’m just...I’m sorry I need time for myself I’m so tired.” You looked at him, sad and gloom covering your whole body like the dark blue cardigan you had around you. “Tired of me or of practice?” you asked and reached for the tips of his fingers. “That’s–that’s not it, okay. Please give me some time.” Atsumu pleaded, you flinched when he suddenly glared at you.

After some time, you released a deep breath and headed to the door. “Enjoy the dorayaki guys, I hope I don’t interrupt you guys. I’m sorry and please take care of Atsumu for me.” You opened the door and headed out. Atsumu is still in his seat. When the door was slammed he got up and sat himself back on the carpet around his friends. He picks up his chopsticks and pulls the omelette Osamu made. Everyone was staring at him.

“Eat your food and stop staring at me.” Atsumu rolled his eyes and ate more food on the table. “Ya don’t even want to chase her?” Osamu asked from beside him. “Nope.” Komori scoffed.

“Just want you to know she got here by bus alone. I don’t know if it helped change your mind.” Komori said and drank his cold lemon tea he poured for himself. Atsumu stopped chewing and clenched his jaw, looking at Komori.

“The one who ruined lunch is you, Atsumu.” Suna’s girlfriend said and Suna agreed. So does everyone else.

You don’t leave a text to Atsumu to the day he picked you up from the bar. He only texted you because he wants to end the relationship.

Day 153

Atsumu still has you in his arms. You’re already asleep, face still drenched with tears. He struggled with the pin to your apartment but picks up after a while of thinking. It is his birthday.

Atsumu realised he is a bigger asshole than how he was minutes ago in the car as he remembered that he had never come to your apartment. Months of relationship it was always his place as you always preferred his place over yours and he thinks that maybe if he was the one giving in more effort to be the one going all the way to your apartment to spend time with you, he would have felt better about himself. Normal dates outside are very rare aside from lunch or a quick grab of coffee before classes because he was too busy with his practices and you with your duties as a political science student.

He carried you to what he assumed to be your bedroom, carefully putting your body on the bed, taking off the leather jacket you had with you, slowly dragging the thick comforter to cover your shivering body. After shuffling in the kitchen, looking to find some aspirin and a glass of water for you to gargle right after you woke up he put it on the desk at your bedside.

He saw a picture of you and Midori on the table, during graduation day. Midori carried you on her back while you threw a peace sign with tongue out and Midori making a disgusted face. He laughs at it, putting it back to where it belongs, carefully.

You had a lot of other pictures pasted on the wall, the one that faces you when you sit on your study table. The notes and thick books are messily arranged on the shelf, a succulent that says ‘Good Job!’ on the table standing cutely, possibly the one that kept you up during the late night study sessions. He never really checked up on you and your studies, how did you manage to be so strong on your own without a supportive boyfriend, he doesn't know.

And then he saw the pictures you hung neatly. He took the pictures one by one and saw some notes you scribbled on the back of the photograph.

First, a picture with your parents. You talked about them at some time because you’re their only daughter and you missed them as much as they missed you. One time when you were making out with Atsumu your parents called and you pushed him away to answer the phone call. So funny how you got so innocent and angel-like just right after doing some lewd stuff with Atsumu just with the voice of your parents on the phone. At the back of the picture, it wrote.

Secured the top-scorer title with a scholarship! Mommy and Daddy are proud of me and I will never stop!

The second picture is of you and Midori at a pride parade. This time you wore a white t-shirt with blue jeans and sneakers and you looked absolutely mesmerizing.

Pride with Midori. I am so happy for her!!

Some other pictures of you at an animal shelter, old folks home, in the streets, caring for homeless people, women’s march and marathon for cancer awareness. You were basically everywhere and it is what makes him regret not finding out about this side of you. All he does is talk about his talent in volleyball and you always make him feel the best that he never gave a chance for you to talk about yourself.

Atsumu can’t stop the stretch of his smile and it is making his jaw sore. He is so whipped for you. You have always been such a caring person to him, doing your best to take care of him when game losses make his sour mood make a nasty comeback.

He would cry in a phone call because he messed up his set and you arrived in his room, dropping your bag to hug him and lull him back to sleep. He cries so hard and you would never make him cry worse than he did, you were always comforting but his pride and selfishness would forget that in a day because he thinks the relationship you had with him is a waste.

Atsumu is a fool. He didn’t realise how much his confusion hurts you more than it hurts himself. He is such a fool for not being there to protect you. The thought of you crying minutes earlier makes him scream in his heart, he doesn't ever want to see it again. If he made that happen again he will never forgive himself and if he has to build a shrine and be a monk to make sure his sins are forgiven he would do it. He would do anything for you.

The last picture hid him the hardest.

It was him, and you, during his debut game as MSBY Black Jackals setter.

You had your body leaned into his arm, smiling wide with a bouquet of flowers for him in your hand. He was staring at the camera with a lazy smirk, hands encircling your waist. It was sweet, and you look very cute standing next to him, in his embrace like that. A sight so beautiful. It is a shame when he remembers what exactly happened that night.

It was a very joyful day for Atsumu and for you but Atsumu didn’t even tell you about the match, you were only informed of the game because of Komori so the ticket you got is because Osamu gave up his ticket for you. He is tired of seeing Atsumu play volleyball and he can see it on his phone if he wants so he just gave it to you, saying you deserve it better. Even when you’re not informed about the game, you still showed up in the cutest little dress with the cutest little smell and the cutest bouquet of baby breath flowers for him.

Atsumu is not fond of flowers. He is not fond of surprises either. When you showed up on the court, congratulating him, he was shocked. He was busy talking to fangirls and kids who love volleyball until you call out his name with so much pride.

“Atsumu aaaa I am so proud of you! You worked so hard for this and I am sorry I don’t know of this sooner.” You hugged him and pat his back when you hugged him. Eyes glistening as you pulled away. Said the cries are happy tears. You told one of the passers-by to take a picture of you and Atsumu, resulting in the small piece of photography in his hand.

Later that night he went with his team and celebrated the debut together with them while you took off to your apartment, barely making it to the last bus of the night to get there safely, wishing you were with Atsumu in his car instead.

He turned the picture over. There is a long note there.

Might be the first ever picture with Atsumu, like ever. Nonetheless I am so happy and so proud of him it made my jaw hurt so much as I write this. I can’t stop smiling!!! I hope I can attend more of his games, more to his success, more time with him. I feel like I am the happiest person alive! I feel like one of the fantasy film protagonists where the person they have loved for a long time is within their arms, finally! I am so happy to have known Atsumu since the beginning days of school, how his charming and cunning personality, inspiring and charismatic figure would walk down the hallways of Inarizaki, I will always fall for him over and over again. I love him so much, and even if it takes a thousand years to wait for him I will always wait. Praying that this essay reaches the Gods because I love him too much, I don’t even want to let him go. I love Miya Atsumu, and I hope he feels the same thing too.

Atsumu pasted the picture back on the wall, turning off the study lamp and closing the door as he walked out. He sat on the couch in the living room, only having the kitchen light to illuminate the entire apartment. As he sat there, tears rolled off his eyes and loud sobs spilled out of his mouth.

He realised he is such a foolish man, living in a complete lie with an angel from heaven taking care of him despite getting paid dust in return. He cried so hard he took the pillow next to him and cried himself to sleep.

Day 154

If it is not for the bubbling and disturbing feeling in your stomach, you wouldn’t have gotten up and run to the bathroom to puke your guts out, but here you are. Smelling so stinky you just take a shower along the way. Fresh out of the shower in clean new clothes you saw a tall glass of water with your birth control pills right beside it. After downing the glass of water you headed to the kitchen to grab an aspirin to calm down the throbbing pain of your chest.

What you found instead is the sight of Atsumu, wearing an apron on top of his white t-shirt. It has been way too long since you have last seen him, and you didn’t expect to encounter him in your apartment, let alone him in the kitchen, preparing a breakfast for two. “Atsumu! What are you doing here!” you screamed audibly to him and got to the table to see a tray of rice and a bowl of soup on the table.

“Ah, ya woke up earlier than I thought ya would, was intending to make breakfast on bed like in that one cheesy film you love so much.” You blushed. You headed to the cupboard and popped the aspirin into your mouth with the assistance of the barley tea Atsumu prepared for you.

As you sat down awkwardly, he pulled out the rice bowl and put the tray in the sink and scooped another bowl of rice and soup for himself. He prepared a hearty meal for two, a miso soup to help you sober down and ease the gut after rounds of alcohol shots dumped in your body.

Right, you were drunk last night. “So why are you here?” you asked after spooning out the final drop of the miso soup. “You remember nothing at all?” Atsumu asked. “Wait...so...Midori didn’t lie?” you asked again. Just realising that Midori already told you that your boyfriend was there.

“Oh my god...how much did I say?” you pressed your palms on your face and dropped them to your lap. Atsumu smiles.

“You said a lot! You said too much that it made me learn a lot.” Atsumu reaches your hands the moment it gets on to the table. He clasped it with care and so much gentleness even when his hand is calloused and rough from the intense training for so many days in a week.

Atsumu sighs and hangs his head low. “I just realised that all this time, our relationship is one-sided” you gasped and the grip on his hands gets tighter. “I...took you for granted. I never gave you a comfort space to live in, a shoulder to cry on, and I have never...expressed my feelings for you.” You were trembling and Atsumu fully connected your fingers with his, interlacing it together hoping that neither of you will let it go.

“All this time you were always there for me, no matter what I was struggling with, no matter the time and place you would rush and hug me and tell me that it will be okay but I let you cry on your own whenever you deal with the same problem. I made a big mistake, and I swear to my life that I will make it up to you.” You got up from your seat and went to the sink along with your empty bowls. Atsumu got there too, hugging you from behind.

“I am so sorry for being late, I love you. I love you so much that it hurts when I see you get hurt because of me.” Atsumu hugged you like he would make you dissolve in his body, it was so tight and warm and comforting it felt like home.

Miya Atsumu is your home. You are his home. And so he kisses your hair, your neck, your shoulders to make sure you won’t disappear before him, to tell you that what he said is true.

You turned around. Holding his head in your hands.

“Atsumu, I love you too, and I missed you so much.” You smiled as the tears dropped, and Atsumu thinks this sight of yours hurts him as much as it makes his heart feel warm. It was a mixed feeling, but he knows that the perfect moment is right there, he holds your waist and your neck and kisses you on the lips with so much need and passion, to tell you that he loves you.

Your hands went to wrap itself on his neck, occasionally stopping by to run your hair through the blonde locks you love so much. He kisses in deeper and languid motion; it makes your head drowsy, worse than what the alcohol did to you but the sensation is nice. The alcohol was bitter and you hated it, this kiss tastes sweet and flavourful and you love it.

Atsumu continues while he carries you towards the bedroom he left you in alone last night, slowly putting your body on the messy bed who still has the scent of you from last night. It is supposed to gross you out but Atsumu is making it harder for you to breathe so nothing really matters, and Atsumu loves the scent as much as you love his oozing warmth that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.

He continues peppering kisses along your entire body, just like the night when you first spent together. Shirts off, pants off, underwear off. There’s nothing in the way of the both of you in the intense love-making session. Atsumu loves the way his name rolls on your tongue as he nibbles addictively on your neck, your chest and your tummy that is filled with the food he made for you, the love he had in store from his heart is delivered into you with so much ease. He plans to deliver some more as his kisses turn more passionate as the clock ticks, tongue intermingles and liquid drooling out of each other’s hot mouth.

Atsumu is already so eager to get inside you but he always has to prioritise you before him so he asked you. “Can I-can I get on with it now?” he asked, trying to recollect his breath at the same time while he looks for a particular wrapper in the drawer of your bedside table. “It’s fine, Atsumu, I’m on birth control.” You smiled at him and he smiled back, caressing your cheeks, touching your lips and tucking your hair behind your cute ears he loved to kiss so much. “You know, you mistook the birth control pills for aspirin that’s why I rummaged through the whole cupboard to look for one.” You gave him a glare so cute he continues kissing you. “My bad, baby. Can I get in now?” He asked with a teasing little smirk displayed on his stupidly handsome face.

“Yes, you can Atsumu.” You kissed him on the cheeks and hugged his neck as he entered. Inches by inches you sucked him in and he would kiss your temple to make you feel better after the stretch. The time away clearly made a lot of changes between the two of you, and it all makes this event more admirable than the ones before, because of the heartfelt confession you shared with him in the morning. All he wants to do is kiss your body like it is the only thing in this world worth worshipping. You are the most beautiful thing that ever happened in his life anyway, and he would never regret anything in his life anymore.

After the both of you peaked, he released into you, stayed there for a few minutes and took it out after he finally made your deep furrowed eyebrows disappear. You finally relax after the soothing time with your dearest one and he plopped himself next to you.

Atsumu opened his arms and you found him inside it, getting smooches here and there as he hugged you. He would play with your hair, draw stars on the naked back of yours, and you would draw circles on his chest as you listen to the small heart beat in him.

His heart was beating because of you.

“Hey, that noise in there is because of ya.” Atsumu kissed you on the forehead.

“Oh really, yer not special, Miya, listen to mine!” you said with a glare after hitting him playfully on his chest.

“Uhuh...can I kiss it? Like this?” Atsumu continues his attack on your chest and you laughed loudly as he starts skimming his fingers on your waist and your tummy. He was smiling and laughing into the attack.

Atsumu thinks that even if it is true that he is a fool, at least he is a fool that is so foolishly in love with you.

#Miya Atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu angst #haikyuu x reader #atsumu angst #atsumu reader #atsumu reader smut

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𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖎𝖒

Shigaraki X f! Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, brainwashed/ programmed reader, implied kidnapping, Dom/sub, use of the word ‘pet’ and ‘master’, first time sex, uh..does this count as yandere..? Idk lol

🔪: this is like my second time writing smut so I’m sorry if it’s bad 🙇‍♀️ plz don’t spank me. N E Wayz I dedicate this fic to @aoi-turtle 🖤 and Any other shiggy whores out there

Edit: I FORGOT TO TAG @dinablossom and @toworuu IM SO SORRY BSVAKAGSJA

Summary: Imagine being programmed to be the leagues healer but also Shigaraki’s little cum bucket

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“Master what is the meaning of this.” Shigaraki looked at the television screen as he scratched his neck. “I took her quirk and made it a thousand times better.” He said simply. “Tomura shigaraki where should I place her?” Kurogiri asked. “Anywhere. I don’t care. I just don’t understand why you brought a stupid hero here.” He said annoyed.

“Now now—“ “Shut up and put her somewhere out of my sight!” Tomura demanded and Kurogiri sighed and carried your body to the spare room by shigaraki’s private quarters. You looked dead, you were exhausted, traumatized, in shock.

You were frozen. Your eyes stayed open, unblinking as you stared at the ceiling. It looked as if you were dead. But your body is warm and you were breathing, you’re alive and you’ll recover quick. Thanks to the quirk All for One fixed for you.

Dabi smirked at your ruined form. Spinner hid his rosy cheeks, you were a cute one. Toga was excited to have another girl in the league she talked with Twice about all the fun things you two could do together. Whether it be painting your nails, doing your hair, torturing someone, or making them bleed. She was excited.

“What’s so good about her quirk that you needed it.” Shigaraki asked. “It’s come to my attention that the league has been missing an important puzzle piece.” He started off. “Yeah? What’s that?” The light blue haired man asked. He was beyond ticked off to have a hero here. “She’s not a hero. She was training under UA’s school nurse. But she fell into the hero course for recovery and first aid training.” He said and everyone stayed silent and patiently listened to the brain behind the league.

“Her quirk is pyrokinetic regeneration. She manipulates fire with the energy of the person who needs healing and together she heals with so called fire. Her quirk was small, only a few cuts a bruises here and there could she heal. But I added cell regeneration so she can even fix up deep wounds that could need surgery in a matter of days instead of months.”

“Sounds amazing! No she could use her fire against us!” Twice said and Toga nodded. “She won’t. Her fire doesn’t burn unless you’re hurt.” Kurogiri returned. “But she’s still a hero brat so wouldn’t she try to resist?” Dabi asked. “I don’t know but let me try and see!” Toga giggled and pulled out a knife she easily slit her wrist and skipped her way to your new room.

Out of curiosity the other members followed suit. Shigaraki first, he wanted to see if you were truly useful if not then he’d disintegrate you right here and now. “Hi hi new friend! My name is Toga!” The psychotic girl giggle as her blood dripped all over the floor. You looked up slowly from your spot on the bed. “H-hi...T-toga..” your voice was low. “Kurogiri Can you bring her some water?” Toga asked and he left and came back in the blink of an eye.

Your hands were shaking for the cup of water but Toga held it back, away from you. “If you want the water then heal my wrist first.” She said sweetly with a giggle. “Heal your wrist?” You whispered and she nodded. “O-okay..” you stuttered and you slowly removed the blanket from your lap. You stood up with wobbly legs to go to the girl but you fell. The chain on your ankle pulled you back. You winced and looked at her, pleading for her to come to you. She asked if you were okay and when you responded she shoved her bloody arm to your face. “Take a deep breath. This may sting...” you started and a small green flame came upon your hand. You rubbed the flame over both of your hands like you were putting on lotion, finally when the flames covered both hands you pressed hard on her wrist. She winced, “ow ow ow.” She whimpered, you removed your hands and everyone stared at the flame around her whole wrist. “Give it thirty seconds....or not...” you said as you stared wide eyed at her already healed cut. It was barley a touch and it’s gone now. “Wow. No scar!” She giggled and turned to show the guys. “Wow stab me next, please don’t or else I’ll bite ya!” Twice said and you reached for the water. “Interesting.” Shigaraki mumbled with a small squint. Kurogiri looked over and hoped he wouldn’t do anything bad to you.

“Shows over. She needs her rest.” Kurogiri said and everyone left one by one. Toga gave her a hug and wished for you both to be the best of friends and she skipped away. “Tomura Shigaraki. What are you thinking?” Kurogiri asked as Shigaraki began to walk into your room. “Nothing that concerns you.” He spat and slammed the door. Kurogiri sighed but returned to the bar nonetheless.

“Do you know who I am?” Shigaraki asked, “Yes you’re the leader of the league of villains, You’re name is Tomura Shigaraki and your quirk is decay—“ “that’s enough!” He raised his voice and looked at you with wide eyes.

You looked so sad and you glanced down at your cup. “Mr. shigaraki I know I don’t usually talk this much. I’ve always been the quiet type. I think whoever kidnapped me gave me a huge sense of knowledge. I know the league is bad but I don’t care about the heroes anymore and I don’t know why. I know everything about you guys, your true identity, your quirks, your past. And when I see you I—“ you quickly stopped yourself.

Shigaraki raised a brow. “You what?” He asked curiously. “N-nothing. Just forget it.” You answered and he growled. “Answer me now before I kill you.” He said and your legs subconsciously clenched together. You stayed quiet and your chest rose and fell a little more quickly. Why was this feeling in your chest when this killer, this man child looked at you? What exactly did the man he calls master do to you?

Before you knew it he gripped your chin and lifted it harshly so you could look at his wrinkly red eyes. Even though he looks like a bum he smelled nice and clean. A hand was covering his face and you slowly lifted your hand to touch it and his other hand grabbed your wrist. “What the fuck are you doing? Do you have a death wish you fucking idiot?” He growled and you gulped. “C-can i see your face?” You asked and he tilted his head confused.

“No. Answer my question-“ before you both knew it, as if your body had a mind of its own you tackled shigaraki down and you snatched the hand off his face. His hand quickly wrapped around your neck and arm and you pressed your lips against his. He halted his finger from pressing against your neck. He was beyond confused.

“If only tomura finished listening to what i had to say.” All for one chuckled loudly. You both were able to faintly hear the television from down the hall. “He would know that I managed to change y/N’s desires and whole way of thinking. She’s now with the league of Villains and she’s in love with its leader, Tomura Shigaraki. Consider it a present and motivation for the future of the league.” You both heard and you pulled away from him. “I’m sorry. I should have asked.” You said lowly. He stood there stunned and silent.

He slowly sat up and looked at your figure. “So you were brainwashed like my Nomu.” He hummed and took a few steps back. He noticed how you crawled closer to him but the chain was keeping you away.

“Who do you love?”

“You.”

“Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

“Who’s your master?”

“Tomura Shigaraki.”

You said and he smirked. He was gonna have fun with you. “At least master was kind enough to give me a beauty.” He said as he held on to the chains. “Don’t freak out.” He warned and you nodded. He disintegrated the chain around your ankle and he pulled you by the arm. You were wearing an ugly hospital gown and you were barefoot. You couldn’t help but shiver. He went next door to his room and he shoved you in and slammed the door. You nearly tripped over the mess and you turned to look at shiggy. “Why are you just standing there?” He asked, “You haven’t given me orders.” You deadpanned. “You can’t think for yourself?” He questioned. “No i can but I Don’t want to upset you.” You replied.

“Fine then clean this shit up.” He referred to his very very messy room. You nodded and began to lift up a piece of trash but he pulled you away. “Change first.” He said and handed you a black hoodie. “Do you have a bathroom?” You asked. “No change here.” He said and you nodded. You turned so your back was facing him and carefully began to take off the gown, leaving you completely bare and Shigaraki couldn’t help but look.

Your skin was so beautiful and looked so soft. He saw as you carefully put on his hoodie and it completely engulfed you. It reached to your mid thigh. You slowly turned to look at him with rosy cheeks. The hoodie smelled just like him. “Tomura—“ “It’s master to you.” He Interrupted and you nodded, subconsciously squeezing your thighs together once more. “Sorry...m-master.” You said and played with the hem of his hoodie.

“Master..can I have some underwear too...? I feel weird, when I’m bare underneath..” you asked. “No, continue cleaning my room.” He answered coldly and sat on his gaming chair. He turned on his console and began playing whatever game he had.

You sighed and you couldn’t help but admire his gorgeous yet scarred face and his beautiful long fingers. In an instant he can kill you, but if you’re good..then he might even reward you. If you were to die, I’d rather be in the hands of your master than anyone else.

You quickly began you pick up the instant ramen bowls and bags of chips. You separated recycling and trash. You even managed to pick up all his dirty clothes and put it in the hamper in less than an hour. Tomura was stunned, one minute he can barley walk in, the next It’s almost spotless. He saw you from the corner of his eye, you were folding his clothes that practically had the same color scheme.

“Can i go through your drawers to put your clothes away..?” You finally spoke up. “Yeah it’s whatever. I don’t care.” He mumbled and returned to the screen. “Ugh stupid game!” He huffed and began pressing the controller more furiously. You chuckled and thought that it was so cute and adorable when he was frustrated.

You went to his California king sized bed and began to fix the sheets and make his bed. Since it was so huge, you had to climb on to properly fix it. You were completely in your own world when Shigaraki turned and saw your wet cunt on display in all it’s glory. Ever since he saw you he couldn’t help but feel that urge to take you. His resistance was getting to him and now he wanted to give in to his urges even more. He was too distracted that he lost the fucking game and he growled and disintegrated the controller. That was his own form of rage quitting.

You heard his sound of frustration so when you turned you expected him to be in the same chair uttering bullshit, but you were shocked when you felt your hips being pulled back. Your cunt was touching his pants, but you can feel his bulge. “Um..master..I—“

“Shut up.” He said and reached for your neck. He pulled you back to him and wrapped his other arm around your waist, hovering your aching clit. “This is whats gonna happen.” He started off and you nodded. “I’m going to fuck you. And you’re going to like it. Okay?”

“I understand.” You said softly, you felt his hands slowly lift up the hoodie just a bit to get a better view of your ass. You couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed. “I know I’m probably not your dream girl but I promise to be a good girl, master..” your voice shook. He tilted his head, were you getting insecure?

“No pet, you’re perfect to me.” He assured and you could hear his belt jingle as he took it off. “You seem pretty wet already, pet. Since how long have you been like this?” He asked as he got out of his jeans. He slowly open your cheeks to reveal your little pussy clenching around nothing, how cute. “Since I saw you..” you mumbled. He smirked and leaned down. He immediately began to eat out your cunt causing you to gasp in shock and grip the sheets. Your chest layed roughly against the bed as your ass stood proud in the air for the leader of the league of villains to enjoy.

“Fuck—“ you moaned and you felt a slap on your ass. You slightly jumped released a small yelp. “Watch your language.” He growled from your pussy. “Yes master.” You whimpered and he slowly began to rub his thumb on your other hole. Your small moans filled the room and he easily slipped his middle finger in you. You squeezed around him so deliciously, he couldn’t help but wished his cock was inside.

This has never happened to him before, this feeling in his chest. Someone that loves him and will obey his every command. You’re so beautiful as well, and your sounds. Your moans and whimpers, in all honesty he jut wanted to get himself off. But after hearing you and seeing you. He wants to make sure you have pleasure as well.

He continued pumping his finger in and out of your slick walls and your voice started getting slightly higher. “Master...I—I’m gonna cum...”you panted and your toes began to curl. “It’s okay, cum for me, pet. You’ve been a good girl.” He said softly and he felt you clench around his finger. When you came he slowly removed his finger and examined it. You must be new to is if you could get off with just one of his long fingers.

You layed on the bed a bit tired, not paying attention to your master who had tasted your cum on his finger. It was delicious and he wanted another taste. When you felt a lick on your cunt again you immediately shivered and clenched your thighs. “Hold still I just wanna taste some cum.” Shigaraki huffed and he pulled your thighs apart. You were pretty sensitive but you obeyed nonetheless.

You moans began to fill the room once more and before you could finish and cum again he pulled away. You automatically whimpered and turned to give your master puppy dog eyes. “I would let you cum again, but my cock is so fucking hard I don’t think I can wait another minute.” he said and began to pull down his boxers.

Before you could get back in position, which freaking hurt, he flipped you over on your back and you made a small oof noise. You looked up to See shigaraki focused on his cock, he was rubbing himself up and down your slit to use your cum as lube. “Alright I’m going in.” He announced and slowly pushed his rather large member inside your tint cunt. You immediately yelped and held on to his biceps. “M-master wait—it hurts..” you pleaded and Tomura finally looked up at your face.

He loves inflicting pain, he loves watching people’s painful expressions when they’re hurt or when they’re gonna die. Chisaki’s face was so amusing. But when he saw yours, his heart shattered and he didn’t want to hurt you at all. You’ve been nothing but good to him, he doesn’t want to hurt his little toy. “I’m sorry.” He apologized, “it’s okay..” you sniffled. After a minute of him being patient you gave him a nod and he continued to slowly bottom out.

You both released a moan when he was all the way in. You both have never felt anything like this before. “Can I start moving?” Shigaraki asked you as he brushed way the hair from your face. You nodded and he pulled almost all the way out and he slammed back in. Your little gasps and moans came back which made shigaraki feel at ease. You can clearly hear your slick with every thrust and it was music to his ears.

“I’ve been neglecting these.” He grunted and lifted his hoodie over your chest. Finally he was able to see your beautiful soft breasts bouncing with each thrust. “Fuck you’re so beautiful.” He moaned and immediately lowered his mouth to one of your nipples. You squealed and your back arched and he pushed you down. “Master...” you moaned softly. His tongue swirled around your hardened bud and your fingers tangled in his light blue hair. Two of his fingers pinched your other nipple and he lightly bit the nipple in his mouth.

“I think I-I’m close—“ you gasped and he removed his mouth. His thrusts decreased in speed but they became harder. He had a stupid smirk on his face and your eyes widened when he wrapped his hand around your throat. “Hold it until I say so.” He demanded and you muttered a weak yes. He felt how your gummy walls squeezed against his large dick, he was getting close too. “Fuck Fuck Fuck.” He groaned with his head tilted back and your mouth watered at the sight. Why is he so fucking handsome?

He could feel himself getting closer to his climax so he rubbed his thumb on you clit while increasing his pace once more, causing you to be even louder than before. Everyone in the bar could hear and a certain fire villian grumbled in annoyance. “Master I can’t hold it anymore!” You screamed. “Then cum my stupid little pet. Cum all over my cock like a good girl.” He grunted and bit his lip at the sight of your sweaty body. Your bouncing breasts, crazy hair, your adorable ahego face, your twitching legs and finally your grip on his biceps. You were so prefect and so good to him and only him.

When you came you felt his cum shoot inside you as well causing you to gasp at the delicious feeling. Tomura rested his head on your shoulder and tried catching his breath. You couldn’t help but smile and blush at the closeness. You slowly wrapped your arms around him and you gave his shoulder a kiss causing him to freeze. “I love you master, thank you for making me feel good.” You said softly. He chuckled and pulled you closer, “I love you too.”

I wanna write a part 2 of Shiggy finding out his little toy is being used by a certain fire boy 👀

#tomura shigaraki #shigaraki smut #league of villains #my hero academia #yandere shigaraki #smut #[🏌️‍♀️🔪.yandere]

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wandering-child-rp · 3 years

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For the mini fic: what about number 7 things you said while driving for E/C 💖💖

“Thanks for the lift. You didn’t have to. I could have gotten the bus.” Christine forced a smile onto her nervous face as Erik gripped the steering wheel a little harder. It was painful for him but he didn’t like the idea of Christine alone on public transport late at night.

The lights of the highway would bathe the saloon car into bright light every so often and gave them both some shadows to hide in. Christine put the lead in her stomach down to nerves.

“I don’t mind driving you. I know you’d do the same for me if I needed a favour.”

“Except I don’t have a car and I cannot drive.” Christine laughed, it was a one-sided friendship. It was strange really. He didn’t seem to have many friends and it was always Christine chasing him. Unless it was after a lesson because then Erik always had a fantastic dinner for her, a great bottle of wine and he was good company. There had been a while when Christine had developed a crush on him but it was never reciprocated. She’d given him a thousand opportunities and lingering a little longer than needed at the door waiting for a kiss that never came.

Her hands stretched over her thighs with a huff of air.

“Nervous?” Erik asked but desperately he didn’t want to hear Christine pour out her feelings about her new boyfriend. He hated the constant buzzing of her phone when they sat together or the way she’d smile and laugh at whatever was on that stupid screen.

“Yeah... a little. I wish he could have come back instead of me flying out to him.” Erik’s large hand landed onto Christine’s with a comforting squeeze.

“I know. It’s sad your missing the season opener.” In his heart of hearts, he wanted Christine to be sat next to him in the box. He wanted to twist the playbill in his hands over and over trying to pluck up the courage to slide his hand into hers. Exactly like it was now. His hazel eyes went wide and he whipped away the warmth all too suddenly leaving Christine confused again and feeling like an imposition.

It would have been nice to go with Erik. He was a gentleman truly. Yes, he was a little older than her but he was sweet and respectful. Meg kept saying it was just a crush on an older man who had that mysterious thing but Christine wasn’t so sure. She laughed at his clever jokes and dumb ones and could listen for hours to him play or dissect a film scene by scene. He lent her books that he thought she needed to read and empowered her beyond belief. Only when she needed it though did he interfere.

</i>

“Your favourite book is ‘Pride and prejudice? Did Mr Darcy like Elizabeth more because she was outspoken and her own woman?” Christine only nodded. “Then stop pandering to these idiots. Yes, take their direction but not when it cuts you down. If it doesn’t stop I’ll bloody tell them.”

“They’re bossy; not romantic though.” She said trying to lighten the atmosphere and stop feeling like such a silly little girl. Erik only raised his eyebrows and bit his tongue trying to keep his attention solely on the tv in front of them. “No one has ever declared their undying love for me.”

“Maybe if you followed the advice.” </i>

Erik remembered that night. The air hung thick as Christine ran her finger around the rim of her glass and the silence rang. He knew he loved her then. It was sudden and all at once; like drowning. He fought it but couldn’t swim to the surface again. It was fine when it was just lessons and direction but then they met up. She didn’t look at the mask but at Erik’s eye. He held his temper and the time it was ragged, she simply laid her hand on his shoulder and then it took all his power not to declare his feelings. Erik wasn’t stupid; she was young, beautiful and smart. Out of his league. Then, she suddenly had a boyfriend on the scene after a connection with an old friend. It was dreadful to watch them. Erik was waiting at the stage door with flowers but they ended up in the trash can when he realised he’d been beaten to the punch.

The pair came to the airport all too quickly. Christine methodically checked off her list for the hundredth time.

“Passport? Yes. Money? Yes. Ticket? Yes. Phone? Yes. Makeup bag? Yep. So, I’m all set.” Christine looked beautiful in her thick sweater, the mass of curls blow dried out by the hairstylist this morning and her body bouncing nervous energy as she smiled widely at Erik with the harsh light reflecting off his mask. “Vienna, here I come! City of opera dreams and I’ll be back in a few weeks.”

Erik knew she wouldn’t come back. She had nothing in Paris anymore and her father was back in Sweden. He knew the allure of a new city and a new start but he’d miss her too much to admit. She was tense and clearly something was distracting her, as always, she just blurted it out after only a stern look from her mentor.

“He’s nice, right? He’s not texted much but now a driver is going to pick me up? That’s okay, isn’t it?” Erik wouldn’t dream of it. He would even let her take public transport alone and insisted she stayed in his guest room when he caved and shared a bottle of wine with her.

“Yes.” He replied monosyllabically before adding some care when he saw Christine's face drop a little. “Let me know when you get to his house at least. Goodbye, angel.”

‘Angel’ Christine melted just like when he’d coined the term back for her. She had not known his name when the first note had come or the loud shout across the stage from a fast-moving figure. Erik had told her to start an octave higher and, it had worked perfectly, she had hit the last note despite not knowing. Jokingly, she’d referred to him since as her ‘Angel of music’. It had become truthful as her broken heart had begun to mend itself.

“I can still call you, can’t I?” Erik noted she was picking at the handle of her bag and delaying for time. Nodding, Erik was about to splurge out everything but as he opened his mouth, some jackass behind him started to honk for the drop off space.

“Of course. Good luck with the audition. I’ll come to see you perform, I’m sure.”

He watched her walk away with the backpack that was his before, handbag and battered suitcase decorated with a floral print. It wasn’t medically possible but he was quite sure he could physically feel his heartbreaking. The tears clouded his vision so Erik gave up trying and pulled in for a drive-through coffee he’d normally baulk at. Red and white lights flashed overhead as planes carrying people off to their dreams, vacations and loved ones. The pain came in another crashing wave as he saw the coffee Christine got flash on the menu board; double-shot caramel latte. How was it possible for a coffee to cause a thousand stabs of ice to a heart. Erik reconciled himself to just wait out the hour and a half to watch her plane take off into the night sky. Then he’d go home and drink his body weight in liquor.

The whole plane groaned as the captain announced the delay. They’d sat on the tarmac for half an hour but it felt so much longer for someone as nervous as she was. Christine swore under her breath as she wrestled the backpack from the compartment. Why wasn’t Erik here? He never had to stand on his tiptoes to reach anything.

1 Voice Note from ‘Angel of Music 🎶 (ERIK DESTLER). 20 minutes ago. Christine held the phone to her ear as she jostled her way through disgruntled people and his velvet tones spilled into her ears.

‘So, I’m just at Starbucks and I can’t not say this anymore. I’m so sorry to do this, Christine, and like this. Look, just don’t listen past this but let me do it. We can pretend it never happened. I really want you to be happy and I don’t care if that’s not with me but... fuck... I don’t even know why I’m doing this but... here goes. I love you. A lot. Always have and always will. You can’t blame me because look at you and look at me. I know you won’t feel the same but I care for you so much, Christine. My wretched heart will always belong to you. The one who saw through the bullshit. Don’t think nothing or no one is missing you in Paris because I will be. Don’t dwell on it though. Go be happy... If you want to come home or something goes wrong, I’ll buy your ticket home and be waiting to collect you. Anytime, any day, just call me. You can always call me. No questions asked.’ There was a noise of a steering wheel being slapped and Erik squeezing his nose and clearing his throat before a new note started. ‘Anyway, just call me if you need and, best of luck. I know you’ll be perfect and don’t take any shit from anyone. I’ll get over all of this and I’m sorry. Unless you didn’t listen to that message in which case, erm, send me a postcard kid.’

Christine felt like the world had fallen out from under her and anything she thought was true wasn’t anymore. Throwing her handbag onto the seat, she paced around and listened to the message again. Surely she’d misheard him.

Erik perched himself on the wing of his car. His third cup of coffee in one hand a cigarette in the other as he blew smoke into the sky and watched a plane take off. Her flight was seven minutes late but he saw the green tail knew it was her flight as the flight app hadn’t updated with the last-minute delay.

“Fucking hell, Erik...” he mumbled to himself and threw the butt of the cigarette away after only taking three drags. “Stupid bastard...”

Never before had he felt so deflated but with freedom now. It was out into the world regardless of his regrets or lack of. The words where just like the smoke; impossible to catch or recall in the night sky. It was what it was, Erik thought as he sat back in the driver's seat and drummed the leather wheel defeated. He sat there spinning his phone on his thigh whilst the radio played the weather forecast monotonously. He had muted Christine and unmuted her twice just in case she needed him suddenly yet he hadn’t looked to see if she heard the message before boarding. The timing was meant to be that she’d already have shut off her phone before getting on the plane. It was nearly an hour ago since he’d practically bled the words out of his mouth and tonight, he’d go home and get very drunk before sleeping in tomorrow and he’d remain drunk until the opening night of the opera in four days. Then, he’d force himself back together and to face the world.

“Erik?” That voice. His head whipped around quickly and pulled a muscle. “My- my flight got delayed.”

His face visibly dropped but Christine held up her phone with the screen illuminating the picture of the artwork in Erik’s corridor that she adored. It was a perfect metaphor. Even when it wasn’t about him, Erik was never far from her thoughts.

“I got your message.” The young woman was nervous and simply flying on instinct as the moments turned into seconds and she was closing the gap between them and then her body hit his and their lips met in a breathless kiss full of fire and longing. Christine’s smile was large and her eyes crinkled when Erik looked shocked and confused. Slowly, his long arms wrapped around her waist and one knee shook weakly. She was here, in his arms and smiling at the thought of him. “I wish you’d told me before.”

“I didn’t want to cloud our friendship.”

“Friendship? Erik, it was never just a friendship with us. It doesn’t take me five minutes to unlock my door and say goodbye in the car and I wanted you. I thought you could see that-“

In response, his lips met hers again as one palm cradled her cheek. The mask was unforgiving but Christine knew what was underneath already from coming over early months ago. He’d freaked out and was embarrassed but she handled it without a moment of thought.

“Are you staying?” Erik whispered with a voice dripping with dark honey and his nose rubbed against hers as Christine cuddled him close in the chilly night with her arms around his neck.

Several hours later and Erik was kissing Christine’s nude shoulder as he cuddled behind her still unable to sleep despite their activities. Christine hummed in happily nuzzled softly in a bed that smelt of his cologne. She couldn’t stop thanking delayed flights and voice notes of deep thoughts in cars. She could have missed out on her love so easily but as Erik’s chest pressed against her back in his bed, Christine knew she was exactly where she was meant to be.

@sloanedestler

#is 2k a mini fic?#I also drafted a totally #different idea for this which I might post if anyone cares #modern day au erik #Erik x Christine #ask box

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a-pretty-nerd · 4 years

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Tomura Shigaraki x AllMight!Daughter!Reader

Chapter 6

Premise:

When The League of Villians discovers that AllMight has a daughter, they are quick to snatch you up and hold you hostage. Shigaraki had a careful and thought out plan, but that was before you got there. Now you're in the mood for some not-so-healthy rebellion.

Word Count: 1,988

Trigger Warnings: None really, homelessness?

A/N: Shit! This chapters later than I wanted it to be! Since I've been back to work my schedule has been all fucky. Usually I try to post every friday but...lol. Anyways, If you like my work, don't be afraid to interact! I love hearing from you guys! Also check out my Wattpad for my original works, and my Patreon if you wanna support me further!

Enjoy!

Chapter 5 Chapter 7

Toshinori watched from the doorway of what he once called home. He watched men in police uniforms, suits and ties, and underground heroes, rush through the apartment. Now living exclusively on campus, the apartment felt like a grim reminder of your absence. Your mother and Xavier poured over pages upon pages of eyewitnesses and anything else that could give them a clue.

Unlike the last time the heroes found and raided The League, there were no signs of known members. Meaning they were either being more careful, or they were no longer in Musutafu. He shuffled into the room, sitting down on the couch and looking outside to large windows onto the city below. Suddenly, the phone rang.

Everyone froze. Heads swiftly turned. Was this news of your disappearance? Had you been found? Detective Tsukauchi was the first to move. Slowly picking the receiver, and placing it to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Hello, yes, who is this?" A scratchy voice asked.

"I am Detective Tsukauchi. Who am I speaking with?" His voice was firm and demanding. A dark chuckle came from the other end, sending a chill down the poor mansion spine.

"I think you know who I am, detective." Another laugh rattled from Shigaraki's chest. You watched him from the other line. Everyone sitting patiently around him as they watched him on the phone. You sat beside him, hands placed on either side of you on the couch. Anxiously waiting for your turn.

"Can I-"

"Shh." He hushed you gently, putting a finger to his lips before they broke into a wide smile.

"You see I just called because someone here has a little message for you. It's family business you see, would All Might be available to talk?" He pulled the phone away before letting loose another laugh. The room jumped and coiled in uncontrollable laughter. Like a group of kids making a prank phone call.

"Shigaraki...I swear if you lay a finger on her I'll-"

"Hold on one sec, she's right here. Y/N?" He pulled his attention away from the phone and smiled at you as he handed it over. You took it and gently pressed it to your ear.

"....Dad?"

"Y/N! Are you alright? Have they hurt you?"

"No...No I'm fine actually." Shigaraki watched you with a clever smile stretched across his face. He leaned back against the couch, resting his head in his hand. Clearly very proud of himself and the torment he caused.

"Where are you?"

"I don't know actually. It's like a repurposed office building I think. I don't know where it is, all the windows are boarded up. They brought me by car."

"By car?”

"Yeah, I don't really know what they're up to. I mean, I do, I just... I don't know they do things weird." Shigaraki's smile slowly started to fade as you critiqued. When you looked up and saw his expression, you felt compelled to respond. "What? You do." You told him. He shrugged you off.

"You sound...alright." Your father said, confused and concerned.

"I guess I am relatively okay. They feed me and clothe me and no ones been really that bad to me yet so...I'm okay I guess."

"She's lying!" You heard a voice chirp from the other line. Your stomach turned. Xavier was there?

"Y/N! Y/N tell us where you are!" Your mother demanded as she wrenched the phone away from your father. Her voice was jarring and rough. You tensed up.

"I...I don't know where I am. I told him it’s like an old office building I-"

"Can you tell us anything else? What do you remember from the car ride?" She was frantic now.

"Nothing. I had a bag over my head the whole time. This place has some electricity and some running water but it’s not to the whole building? It's old... it's been years since anyone has been here-"

"Anything else!?" She cried. You paused.

"No...I...I'm fine otherwise." Shigaraki made a 'speed it up' motion with his hand. "I...I have a message for Detective Tsukauchi, could you put him back on?"

"Let me talk to her!" Xavier begged.

"I don't have much time, please, Detective-"

"Y/N! Baby!" You cringed at the sound of your boyfriend’s panicked voice.

"Hey, babe. I'm fine." You tried to brush him off.

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

"I'm alright, I guess. A little tired. Scared." You had to remember the last part.

"I can't imagine what you're going through without your meds."

"Oh. Yeah. My meds. I'm losing my mind." You said in a flat, sarcastic tone. It made the others snicker.

"Just remember your breathing exercises we did, okay? Do them with me now, okay? You ready?"

"Yeah-uh-"

"One, two, three, in.........out. Okay? One, two, three IN! . . . . . . . . OUT! One, two, three, in . . . . . . OUT! Okay? Do them with me. Remember to align your chakras!" He went on like this for a solid minute. Unable to contain yourself, you covered your mouth with your hand and held the speaker out so the whole room could laugh at him. Even Shigaraki, who turned away to laugh joined in on the fun. "Y/N?"

"Yeah?" You smiled through.

"We're coming to get you, alright? Just hang tight a little longer."

"Uhuh."

"Don't worry, okay?"

"Okay."

"I love you, sugar muffin."

"Right. So Detective Tsukauchi."

"Okay, yes, here he is...I love you!"

"Love you too." You chuckled, your hand playing with the flesh between your brow as you laughed at him.

"Y/N." Finally.

"I just, have a message from the villains." You told him with an awkward smile.

"Go ahead." You looked up at your captor.

"They say if All Might doesn't come forward soon, they won't be giving me back." You watched his smile widen. "They want the world to know the Heroes' failures. It's either me or the truth. Your choice." And with that, you hung up the phone. The room fell into a satisfied and relaxed state. A sense of victory went around the room as smiles and giggles greeted you.

"Who the hell was that last guy!?" Toga shouted as she laughed.

"Oh, that was Xavier, my boyfriend."

"Ooh! Boyfriend! How Sweet!-Gross!" Twice added.

"You've never mentioned a partner before, Y/N." Mr. Compresss added. You shrugged.

"I guess I forgot. Being kidnapped and all."

"You've been pretty forgetful latley haven't you? First your meds, now this. Anything else you care to share with us?" Dabi questioned.

"Not that I can think of. I guess sometimes I forget I should be scared nowadays." You paused before turning to look back at Shigaraki who wore a satisfied grin as his eyes wandered around the floor. Clearly dissociating. “Shigaraki?”

"Hm?"

"...what happens to me, if they don't comply?"

"They will."

"Are you going to kill me?" He rolled his eyes.

"No. I'm not going to kill you. Especially now with that quirk of yours."

"But-"

"Are you really questioning why I'm not going to kill you?" He took the phone in his hand and dusted the object. He stood and started walking out to another room.

"I just...aren’t I a pain in the ass to keep around?" You asked the room. A few answered with a nod, others stayed silent.

"Come on. I wanna show you something." You stood and followed him down the hallway. You followed him through the building, through the parts that were inhabitable and rotting. He took you up a few flights, up to the very top just before the roof. There was a large room filled with old desks, chairs, computers, etc. He stopped in front of a large window that overlooked the city. "Come here." You stood beside him and looked out the window at the people walking around. You saw an old alleyway that housed a few homeless people as they went about their day. A few passers-by ignoring them and rushing past. "What do you see?"

"A group of homeless people. Why?"

"And what about him?" You watched as a man, well dressed and well-kept walked down the street. He starred at a man who begged him for money, then laughed in his face before walking away.

"Some asshole." You noted. He smiled.

"The world is littered with them. And it’s the heroes that encourage it, they demand it. They created a world where we steal and rob and ignore each other assuming someone else will take care of it. Heroes created a society that requires you to assimilate, to obey. If not, you're thrown away like trash." He grumbled as he watched the homeless man.

"Is that...what happened to you?" You asked. He didn't answer. "What about her?" You watched as a woman passing through stopped to give the homeless man some change.

"What? You think she deserves a pat on the back for the bare minimum?" He snarled.

"Huh?"

"What good does that one act do, huh!? He'll have a meal and live to see another miserable day. She solved a minor problem, she's not doing any real good. And she doesn't deserve anything for it."

"But-"

"It doesn't matter unless you do something to change the bigger picture. She can give all the change she wants, take him in for all I care. But she only helps one person! She won't do any real good unless she demands change for them! Unless she actively works to make sure people like him don't end up like that!" You took a few steps back as he yelled.

"Alright! You don't have to yell at me!" You barked, the tension in the room coming to a climax when your quirk pulled a few chairs and tables closer to you. Making a horrible screeching sound as it did. "I understand." You finally spoke when the two of you had calmed down.

"If All Might doesn't come forward and tell the truth, you'll be working with us."

"What? Why? My quirk is dangerous and volatile. I have no control, I'd be practically useless."

"That's why your training starts today."

"Training?"

"What? You wanna be a slave to your quirk forever? Because if you wanna go back on your meds, you can. But I doubt you want to keep living in fear of yourself." You thought for a second before answering.

"I...I don't know..." He slowly started to approach you.

"You don't have to be afraid anymore. I can help you."

"How? You hardly have control of your own emotions as it is. You think you could help teach me to control mine?" You chuckled.

"If my research is right, this isn't about control, it’s about distribution."

"Distribution..."

"If you could learn to express your emotions properly. Let yourself be free from the fear of your own quirk, you could learn to repurpose that energy, and gain anatomy."

"Those disgusting bastards!" Xavier growled under his breath as his nails dug into the sleeve of his button-up. He rattled with rage in the corner as others worked. Your mother paced back and forth, spewing theory after theory.

"She sounded...fine..." Toshinori said in disbelief.

"Clearly she's traumatized beyond repair!" Your mother declared.

"Everyone." Another detective called. The room fell silent. "I think you should hear this." Pressing play, the sound of your recorded voice played out.

"In......OUT! One, two, three, IN.........out." From the other line, the sound of soft snickering and laughter could be heard. Your laughs being the loudest.

"Is she, laughing?" Your father asked.

"She's laughing...with them," Xavier observed.

"What!? Laughing? A reflex! She's disturbed! She's hysterical!" Your mother shouted.

"They're turning her," Xavier said softly. "They're corrupting her...without her meds she's left defenseless and scared. They're taking advantage of her good nature!"

"We got it." Detective Tsukauchi declared.

"Got what?"

"Well, it was difficult considering it was a prepaid wireless phone but...We've got her location."

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batfam-rewrites · 4 years

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Batfam During Quarantine: Training Day

Thanks so much for the amount of love the last post got!I’m sorry it took me so long to post this next one, school and other stuff started to get in the way, so to make up for it I added a surprise arc at the end. I might start doing theses in chunks to save time and fill in any gaps where I don’t post as much because of school. Not so sure yet but it’s just an idea. I hope that if you read this you enjoyed it! I am going to try and post more frequently now that I’m almost caught up with my school work.

Damian: Good morning Tim! I made you breakfast.

Tim: What do you know? Why are you calling me Tim?

Cassandra: Plus three large hot cups of coffee.

Tim: What’s going on? Why are you guys acting so weird?

Cassandra: No reason. Just want to be nice.

Tim: Nope. That’s not it. What did you guys do.

Jason: Done making Tim’s bed! I’m off to steam his suit!

Tim: WHAT THE SHIT IS GOING ON???

Cassandra, Damian, and Jason: *in unison* We just want to be nice. *all three surround him in a big hug*

Tim: THIS IS SO WEIRD!

Dick: *walks into the breakfast room* Morning Tim! How’s it going?

Tim: NO! ALL OF YOU LEAVE ME ALONE! *storms out of the breakfast room*

Dick: What did you do to Tim?

Jason: We have no idea.

Damian: The dude is losing it.

Dick: *gets face to face with Cassandra* Cass, do you have something to say?

Cassandra: We woke up early and decided to be nice to Tim for no reason.

Dick: You guys are evil. Go have your fun.

All three run out of the room.

Jason: TIM LET US LOVE YOU!!!!!!

Daily Briefing

Dick: Hey, Babs doesn’t know your here. I don’t want her to get jealous or something so could you please join the zoom call from another room.

Helena: Sure, I understand, lover.

Dick: No, we aren’t going through that again.

Helena: I make no promises.

Tim: You know you’re going to be in deep shit when Barbara finds out, right?

Dick: I’m in deep shit anyway.

Tim: Very true.

Dick: *begins the zoom call* Hey everyone, so if you can’t tell, Huntress has arrived to help out. Now, to everyone at the manor I created a schedule for when to work out. They should be completed before patrol. For those of you at home, I trust that you made your own.

Barbara: Yep!

Kate: Please, I’ve been training much harder than most of you guys since I was 6.

Harper: Yeah, sorta did. Not able to do much because I’m not at the cave.

Dick: That actually leads me to my next point. Harper I made a schedule for you because Bruce, Alfred, Selina, and I found a way to have Cullen inside the mansion without him finding out who Batman really is. Cullen already knows the alter egos of Red Robin, Spoiler, Orphan, and Nightwing. Everyone else is a question mark, so we will allow you to enter the mansion. When Cullen is around, we all will have to restrain from talking about our vigilante work. Have everything ready by next week. Once you arrive you’ll have to quarantine in your room for two weeks.

Harper: Awesome!

Dick: Today there has actually been no crime in Gotham City, so far, so we’ll take a day off, but if something comes up, cases will be assigned as they normally are. So everyone, after training, feel free to relax but be ready in case something pops up.

Dick and Jason

Dick: *turns on his training playlist, first song being “Devil in I” from Slipknot*

Jason: You know what, if this is the kind of stuff you have on your playlist, I might actually enjoy training with you!

Dick: I have 357 songs on here.

Jason: Damn!

Dick: What did you expect, I listen to every genre!

Jason: Really! I should actually start listening whenever people talk.

Dick: Remember that next time Bruce yells at you for shooting someone.

Jason: I’m just saying, if I mistake someone’s knee cap for their head, is it really that bad?

Dick: *laughs* Yes!

The two stretch a bit before moving on to pommel horse.

Dick: Figured you’d want to get this out of the way first.

Jason: Fuck you!

Dick: Just think of the music, and not falling.

Jason: *goes for a loop on pommel horse and bangs his legs against the pommels and falls* AHHHHHHH!

Dick: Maybe I should take pommels off first?

Jason: That’s an option? Then yes, please do so!

Dick: *quickly takes of the pommels then goes for a magyar, a triple russian, flare, spindle, press handstand one and a half piro, and flawlessly sticks his dismount*

Jason: Show off.

Duke and Damian

Dick and Jason had been training for an hour and fifteen minutes before Duke and Damian walked in. After stretching, the two began to spar.

Dick: Duke! You made a mistake when choosing your partner.

Jason: Nah! My boy Duke will show Dami who’s the boss.

Duke: I honestly like my chances!

Damian: Good Thomas, your over confidence will be your doom!

The two begin to fight. Damian dives right for Duke, rolling out and uses his momentum to go for a front flip and kick Duke in the chest, however Duke evades Damian’s strike and trips him after Damian lands. Damian gets back up though, thrashing at Duke. Duke dodges each strike and finally jabs Damian in the gut a few times and kicks him in the chest. That would be the only fight out of the three they had that Duke won.

Afterwards, Dick began to teach him the basics on both high bar. Duke was able to catch on very quickly and by the end of his training on high bar he was learning how to do kips and flyaways. Dick and Duke also decided to tumble together so Duke could learn the basics and some advanced skills too.

Damian spent the rest of his time trying to out do Jason. When Jason was using 100 lb weights, Damian would use 120′s. When Jason ran 5 miles, Damian ran 6.

Jason: Dami, you’re going to be extremely sore. Take it easy.

Damian: Easy? *huff* Let me *huff* remind you that *huff* I was also trained *huff* by the League *huff* of Assassins. *runs to the garbage to throw up* I am superior *huff* than all of *huff* you in every way.

Jason: Okay bud. Well, I’m about to spar with Dick.

Damian: I’ll fight Grayson, too. *jogs up to Dick while moaning in pain* *huff* Fight me Grayson. *huff*

Dick: I’m not going to fight you. You look like you’ll pass out.

Damian: I’m *huff* fine.

Dick: Throw a punch at me like you normally would without groaning in pain.

Damian: *starts to punch but his fist his Dick like a soft tap* Ahhhhhh.

Dick: Go rest, take an ice bath, eat a lot of fruits, and drink a lot of water.

Damian: Okay, *huff* but only because *huff* you said so.

Dick and Jason then started to fight and after they concluded, Dick took the trash bag that Damian hurled in and tossed it out. An hour later Duke concluded his workout.

Cassandra and Julia

Cassandra: Woooo! Are you ready?

Julia: Your enthusiasm is a little bit concerning.

Cassandra: Yeah, but just deal with it.

Since she arrived to the mansion Julia has not let herself stop her routine. She has been training as much as she has been since her days in Britain's Special Reconnaissance Regiment. However as soon as she saw Cassandra doing freestanding handstand push-ups while doing an inverted crunch, she knew she had to up her game.

Cassandra just ignored the list Dick gave her for the most part and did the craziest exercises she could think of. When she started strength conditioning, she ran to the still rings and tried to do what she saw Dick doing once. She tried an azarian to an iron cross but immediately fell through the rings. it took her twenty minutes but she finally made it to the iron cross and rolled backwards into a planche. An hour later she finish conditioning and waited for Julia to finish so the two could spar.

Julia: Okay, you ready? *walking over from the treadmill*

Cassandra: More than ready! Lets do this! *she started bouncing on her toes like a boxer*

Cassandra won all three fights within a matter of minutes. Julia almost had a chance in the second one where Cassandra lost her balance, but she reacted too slow as Cassandra regained it and knocked Julia to the floor.

Selina and Helena

Selina focused more on her agility during her cardio workout than anything else. I mean, it’s definitely something that she takes pride in so why wouldn’t she?

Helena: Hey, can I ask you a question? *throwing punches toward Selina*

Selina: Sure! *dodges each strike, jumps off the wall, and dives over Helena’s head*

Helena: What’s the situation between Dick and Barbara? *grabs Selina’s torso and slams her body down*

Selina: Oof. *gets back up from the floor and sits down with Helena* Don’t think of it. Dick is all sad that he has to stay at the mansion without Barbara. I wouldn’t even try to approach Dick about the situation because he’ll act even more weird then when you arrived.

Helena: That explains this morning.

Selina: What happened?

Helena: I said hey and he replied with “Hey, what’s up, gir......friend, lady. Girl who is a friend and a lady. Saved it.” Then, just for fun, I pinched his ass and he jumped up and screamed.

Selina: You’re playing with fire, I don’t blame you for pinching his ass though.

Helena: Hold on, it gets better. After that I leaned towards him and he started leaning over the table and asked, what’s wrong lover. He then stepped to the side and said “Nothing, nothing.” and started walking backwards saying “coolcoolcool” until he reached the door.

Selina: Why bother messing with his head?

Helena: Because it’s fun. Plus I still feel like there is something there.

Selina: Very well. Now that you have that out of your system let’s head to the showers.

Helena: You won’t tell Dick, right?

Selina: What you just told me is between you and Dick. I will not interfere in any way.

Stephanie and Tim

Tim: *walks in tired as hell* Hey Steph. You ready?

Stephanie: Yeah!

Tim: Alright. Cool.

Both Stephanie and Tim go to do their separate training regimes. Tim however, being extremely tired started to move very slow during his workout. Halfway through his work out he stepped out to grab a five hour energy shot and started flying through his conditioning list that Dick made.

Tim: You ready to spar? *jumping around like a rabbit, then lands sideways, falling to the floor only to get back up*

Stephanie: *looking at Tim like he’s a crackhead* No, I think we should skip the sparring match today.

Tim: No, come on let’s go! *grabs Stephanie's wrist and drags her over to the sparring arena*

Stephanie: Tim your going to hurt yourself. Instead of sparring let’s take a nap.

Tim: Come on, sleeping is for people who have don’t have tragic backstories. Let’s fight!

Tim tries to throw a few quick jabs but Stephanie quickly sweeps Tim’s legs causing him to fall. Stephanie Runs forward pointing her fist at his throat.

Tim: Owww! That’s abuse! You abused myself! Why are you mean?!

Stephanie: Tim, when was the last time you slept?

Tim: Ummmmm........... Tuesday?

Stephanie: Okay, training is over, go let yourself rest.

Tim: Pffft. I’ll sleep when I’m dead.

Stephanie: Okay. *text Dick* Hey Dick, we have a code yellow.

Dick: *text back* On my way up.

Tim: You know I like to live by the words of the Beastie Boys anyway. No sleep ‘til Brooklyn, and because I have never been to Brooklyn, I am not obligated to sleep.

Stephanie: You have a problem!

Tim: No, *points his finger dramatically at Stephanie* you have a problem.

Dick: *walks in* Hey Tim, I have a case I want to work on with you.

Tim: *to Stephanie* See, now I can’t sleep.

Dick: We’ll take the Batmobile.

*3 hours later*

Dick: Okay, we just entered Brooklyn. Now go to sleep!

Tim: No fair, you tricked my brain.

Dick: SLEEEEEEEEP!

Tim: NO!

Dick: Why are you staying up all night?

Tim: Because, I don’t want anything to change! *starts sobbing*

Dick: It’s okay, you’re alright. *pulls over to the side of the road*

Tim: No I’m not. Everything is changing and I don’t want it to. I don’t want to fall out of my habits because what about when things get back to normal. Then we have to build those habits again, and what if while we are readjusting someone dies because we weren’t ready. Plus, there is so much stress with helping Bruce keep his company from falling, trying to finish my homework, training, and patrolling the nights where there is more activity.

Dick: *embraces Tim in his arms* Look change is going to happen whether we like it or not. It’s not what happens that shapes who we are but how we react to the changes that occur in our lives that do. The world is never going to be the same after this pandemic is over, so you could either adapt, or repeat your mistakes. It’s okay to not be okay. You are not alone, you have all of us at the mansion to talk to. Another thing that you have to keep in mind is that people are going to die. We both knew that the moment we signed up, and sometimes there is nothing we can do about it. All we can do is learn from what happened to stop it from happening again. You also need to get some sleep. I know you are under a lot of stress right now, not going to lie, but you have it worse than all of us right now, but how do you expect to save others if you won’t take care of yourself.

Tim: *starts calming down*

Dick: I’ll talk to Bruce tonight to see if he could cut you some slack. I’ll find a way to help out too now that we aren’t patrolling as much. Just make sure to take care of yourself.

Tim: Okay.

Dick: Smart, toit.

Tim: Stop it Peralta. *begins to laugh*

Dick: *laughs pretty hard* Now get some rest, I’ll wake you up when we get back to Gotham.

Tim: Okay. I guess.

Black Mask, Hush, Two-Face, and Jason Bard

The night was very silent as Roman Sionis looked upon Gotham from the building. It was quiet, empty, peaceful, and disturbing. Hush walked into the room, followed by Harvey Dent and Jason Bard.

Black Mask: Congratulations, you found your way here.

Jason Bard: You’re pretty easy to find when you want to be.

Black Mask: Or is it because no one else is on the street other then your snitches.

Jason Bard:......

Hush: You called us here. What do you want?

Black Mask: Look out at the city. Tell me what do you see.

The three men walk forward towards the window.

Two-Face: Fear.

Hush: Silence.

Jason Bard: Caution, and paranoia.

Black Mask: You are all correct, but you missed one thing.

Two-Face: Stop playing games! What do you want us to see?

Black Mask: Opportunity.

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hitsuackerman · 4 years

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Unpredictable (Overhaul x Reader) pt.19

a/n: so... uhh... nothing much happens here but the last part is worth it :’) i guess? hope ya’ll like this nonetheless!

warnings: this cannot be read solo

Links: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 20

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Two days since that fated encounter with Chronostasis, you were now left with a vacant rest day. And where better place to spend it than with Dr. Hanayaka. Setting an appointment with him, as he liked to call it, you were tasked to help with the blood pressure for each patient he had. Luckily, his schedule wasn’t that straining.

“So you mean to say, his henchman met with you in secret?” Gei asked and raised an eyebrow. With his stethoscope resting on his shoulder and white coat on, it was sometimes hard to believe that this flamboyant man was a well respected doctor. “And handed you trash man’s sim card?”

“Yeah. I’ve already checked the contents of the sim and there’s not a lot to go on.” Aside from your messages, the contents of his inbox were that of an average man’s. Expecting some tea about his trade or even important numbers of other villains, you had to think whether or not Chrono deleted some or not.

“And what about that plan of yours, hmm?” Gei fixed his eyelashes before staring back at you. “What if it backfires and Chrono takes the blame?”

“He won’t. My instructions were clear and I set a time frame as well. Just something to please the heroes for setting me up.”

“You movin over to the dark side, baby girl?”

“Just balancing things out.” You shrugged. “Levi made it clear that they shouldn’t interfere with my relationship with Overhaul. Even though I’m on justice’s side, I still want to tip the scales a bit due to personal reasons.”

“Wouldn’t your badge and title be removed if they found out? And why in Todrick’s name are you so chill with this topic?! Are you certain you don’t have a bug on you?” Your friend eyed you down so quickly. Worried that policemen might end up barging inside his office.

“Don’t worry. I’m wearing new clothes so there’s no way they can. Besides, I’m being as cautious as ever. Seriousness aside, I do have some information you might want to feast on.” You smirked at the mental image of a maskless Chrono.

“Spill…” Gei shifted in his seat and leaned in closer. The look on your face only meant one thing.

“Okay, so Overhaul’s right hand man was the one who met me right? Well~ He took off his mask and I will have to admit the man looked hella fine~”

“Describe! Describe!”

“For starters, he has bluish-gray eyes. Though he looks like he wants to kill a person right there and then, he probably could since his jaw was rather prominent. His voice without the mask is different too.” You watched as Gei listened with such focus. “But, if I were to be honest, describing him doesn’t do him good. He looks really handsome.”

“Why is it always the villains who look good?” Gei commented with a pout. “Hawks aside, because that man is something else, but they just hit different you know?”

“That’s true. Shame they have to wear those masks, though.”

“On the contrary, I think it’s good that they do. Otherwise they’d have to endure the wrath of fan girls.”

“Right. Also feels good when they trust you enough to show what’s behind the mask.” Nodding at your own statement, the memory of having lunch with Overhaul came back. With no given warning, he took off his mask and casually drank water. Realizing that he had done it on purpose, a tiny smile formed on your mouth.

“If you miss him that bad, just call him.”

“He changed numbers and I’m not that desperate to ask Chrono for it. Nao said in due time he’ll contact me but the chances of that are negative.”

“Honey, it’s the modern era. Women aren’t as shy as they were before. If you want something, go and get it. If it is a guy’s new number, then go ahead. It’s not just men who make the first move. And besides, I think Overhoe would be surprised if you just suddenly ring his doorbell.”

“You do realize, I do not have the same confidence as you.”

“Fake it till you make it, boo.” He snapped his fingers in a z-formation.

“You’ve been watching Soopernatural again, haven’t you?”

“Okay, first off, Jenred Padackles is a god and I would worship his feet. Second, that show has references to everything and you can’t deny that.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Standing up from the sofa, you stretched your limbs. “Anyway, I gotta scram.”

“Where you headin’ off to missy?”

“I have to meet up with Nao regarding the Fukuo Kai case.”

“But it’s your day off. Get a life and do something else other than work, (n/n).” Gei threw a pen to your direction but you dodged it effortlessly. “Don’t make me tell your father.”

“It’s only for a few minutes. It’s in preparation for tomorrow.” Not bothering to wait, you exited the room and sofly closed the doors to his office. Time spent with Gei was always an eye opener. However, it still wasn’t enough for you to stoop so low and ring his doorbell.

Making your way out of the hospital, you took a quick stop to the vending machines and chose a cold cafe au lait. Perfect for the hot and humid weather Japan had to offer. Feeling the cold liquid running down your throat was amazing and within seconds, you downed the whole drink. Tossing the empty bottle to the recycle bin, a gust of wind caused you to lose balance.

“Oh no.”

“Oh yes.”

“I have a meeting to attend to Hawks.” Hawks took his visors off and ruffled his wings. Offering to buy him a drink, he chose a tetra pack of apple juice. Walking to the vacant bench, you followed him and decided that perhaps his visit would be worth it. “So what did the bird hear today?”

“Twice and Toga Himiko.”

“League of-” Then it hit you. “I see. Since when?”

“Yesterday. One of my informants saw them entering the base and left late at night. They didn’t look too happy about it, though.” Lowering his headphones, he ruffled his hair and stared at the clear blue skies. “Do what you will with this information. Just thought I’d let you know.”

“How and why do you even bother?”

“I work for the HPSC dove. If I don’t want them getting in my head, I gotta kick their crotches first.”

“That’s not the best analogy.”

“Still works though.” He winked and put on his headphones and visors back. Standing up, he offered a hand and you accepted it. Tailing you, Hawks was now opening the door for your car. “And one more thing, another of my birdies caught the scent of the quirk erasing bullets nearing its completion stages. Probably 80% now.”

“That’s fast.” You had to admit.

“Heard he’s been pissed. Be careful baby bird.” Hawks closed your door and saluted before flying off.

80%? That was enough information to speed up the Shie Hassaikai raid. Reaching out for your bag, you took the burner phone you recently purchased and reread each message the both of you exchanged. With two League of Villains now part of the yakuza, the possibility of casualties was much higher now.

Within minutes, you were now on the road. Fingers tightly wrapping the steering wheel. Your thumb bouncing with growing guilt at choosing to hide what Hawks had just said. Of course this wasn’t to ensure his victory, it was to even the field, right? It was the pettiness taking over you and Nighteye going against his words. It had to be.

Turning towards the precinct, you saw your designated parking area. The basement parking was a bit crowded today.

Heading towards the meeting room Tsukauchi had prepared for the small info sharing, you greeted fellow coworkers and kept conversation till you disappeared around the corner. Not too long after, you were now fiddling with your fingers. Basking in the silence till the doors opened revealing your partner and Shinezu. Both men took their seats and commenced the meeting.

“So, Shinezu will be tagging along.” He nodded at your coworker who seemed to be trembling at the thought. “It’ll do you good, Shinez. Trust me.”

“I-I know, Tsukau-kun.” He adjusted his tie, loosening it a bit. “I just think I’m not cut out for this mission you know? I do better behind the scenes.”

“While I believe that’s true, the 4th division works best when you’re around.”

“That’s true.” You agreed. Shinezu may not be the most social cookie out there but his brain was close to Namase. He also had the knack of coming up with solutions when things went wrong. All he needed was to amp his social skills. “We all know the 4th division leader is weak for you.”

“Not t-true.”

“All too true. You’ll be fine, Shinez. Have I ever lied to you?”

When the raven-haired man finally nodded his head, Tsukauchi cleared his throat and relayed the plans for tomorrow. It was the standard undercover data gathering in your books.

“So, to recap, the 4th division will be handling the snooping and we’ll remain on guard should all else fail?” You repeated the information given. Tsukauchi scratched his chin and nodded. Confirming that you had fully understood his message. “All this should happen within 5 hours. Got it. That’s quite cramped but manageable.”

“5 hours was the only allotted time I could fit in.” He scratched his nape and looked away. “You were right when I had to take it slow with my cases.”

“I’m not one to comment~” Waving the conversation aside, you stood up and the others followed.

With the short meeting now over, Tsukauchi and you were now seated in the break room. Cups of coffee present as you exchanged more information about your days and current mission. For a brief moment, despite him not being a part of the Shie Hassaikai Raid, you wanted to pour every single information you had just gained from Hawks. The lingering guilt was much more present now.

“You’re spacing out.” He snapped his fingers in front of you. “You alright?”

“Aside from the growing problem of trashman, I’m fine. Just a lot on my mind.” Taking a sip from your coffee, the usual taste of bitterness was strong today. “Nothing to worry about~”

“You should go home, (n/n). I already took up a portion of your time. Any more and I might drown from embarrassment.”

“That’s gross. Even coming from you.” Kicking him from under the table, the two of you laughed before chugging the remaining drops of coffee. “I will take that offer though. Need me some beauty sleep before shit happens again. See ya!”

Hours had passed and you were now stuffing your face with chips. He was right when he said you had purchased too much but you weren’t complaining. The movie playing now was one of your favorites, Prisoner. Gake Jyllenhall was divine in this movie. It was always the twist of the movie that kept you watching it over and over again.

“I wonder if we had watched this… would the wall pinning happen?” You thought out loud. Shaking your thoughts away from him, you stopped the movie and stored the chips.

Now that you were settled in bed, Overhaul’s jacket rested on top of you. By now, his scent had disappeared and was now replaced by yours. Grabbing your phone, you opened the messaging app and clicked on a certain conversation. Rereading his messages was not the best idea but at least you would be able to relive whatever memories you had created.

Glancing at your desk calendar, in just two months time, you would meet him again. Would things still be the same? Or would things go back to the way they were? Tucking your phone under the unused pillow, you willed yourself to sleep and surprisingly succeeded.

Waking up not so refreshed happened again. But, nothing out of the ordinary. Not being a morning person, you dragged your body away from the bed and began the necessary clothes. Deciding to just buy breakfast, it took you less than an hour to lock your doors and head over to the parking lot.

Making your way up the steps, you met up with Shinezu.

“You look like shit, Shinez.” You teased him. “Take a chill pill.”

“I already did. But it’s still not working. This would be the first case in a while where I’ll interact with others.” Leading the way, the both of you were now walking through the empty hallways. The sounds of your footsteps muffled by the cheap carpeted floors. “How do you guys even manage to survive situations like these?”

“By taking it one step at a time~” Not the best advice for someone who’s socially challenged but it is what it is.

Opening the doors for you, the both of you entered the room and took your designated seats. A bunch of people from the 4th division were now present. Tsukauchi had not yet arrived but it was still early so it was excusable. Exchanging a few small talk, you caught up with what the 4th division was up to till the doors finally opened.

“Good morning everyone.” Tsukauchi greeted. Feet glued to his spot. His eyesight focused on you. “Before we head out, we have a special guest joining us.”

“Holy shit.” Shinezu uttered under his breath.

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a/n: shits bout to go down again! I would like to take this time to thank each one of you who take the time to read this! Unpredictable was supposedly a 10 chapter story but we bout to reach 20 now! i cant really respond to your comments as much but i read all of ‘em and they always make my day :’) my schedule has just been very hectic these days huhu and yeas that ends my rant~ see ya’ll next week! :* and yes, the waiting list is still open :)

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 4 years

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Sick Little Games: Five

A.C.

“Clint, where are you going?” Steve asked, looking up from tinkering with his bike. The Archer tossed a bag into the trunk and slammed the lid, clearing his throat.

“I’m gonna go see Y/N,” he said.

Steve frowned, “I thought you and Natasha had a policy of not looking for her.”

“We do,” he answered, “but... Something doesn’t feel right about how she left. The last few weeks were... off. She was avoiding everyone if she could. Usually, when it gets bad, she’s practically climbing on someone’s lap, trying to be okay.”

Steve nodded. He’d seen that. Hell. It had been him a couple times when you were treading water. But he’d put you there just to keep you from running off after you’d spent all day in the snow setting wards around the compound. Some awful nightmare jolting you into action. “Do you think she’s in danger?” he asked earnestly about to go suit up.

“Not. I don’t know. I don’t know how to explain it. I just know it isn’t right, and I don’t think she’ll come back this time.”

“What makes you say that?”

Clint shrugged, “She hates saying goodbye to people... goodbyes are permanent. Usually, when she leaves, she just quietly tells people she’ll see them later.”

Steve made a soft, thoughtful sound, “Good luck,”

“She’ll come home or she won’t,” he said, shrugging again, getting into the car that was gonna take him to his flight.

Stever watched him go thoughtfully and turned to look at Bucky. The Brunette looked quietly furious. A muscle ticking dangerously in his jaw. He’d been... not himself for a couple weeks. At least not the self he was now. More brooding, even than he had been before, and Steve hadn’t thought that was possible.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asked, picking up a wrench.

“Nothing,” Bucky half growled.

Steve rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything.

“What the fuck did SHIELD want with a witch anyway?” Bucky asked abruptly.

“I asked Peggy that,” Steve answered, “Not long after I first met Y/N. Peggy said that she thought SHIELD wanted her for her upbringing. A witch from a really conservative Christian household would probably be 1.) already powerful, especially if she developed powers in those conditions, and 2.) would know what it felt like to be absolutely nothing to someone.”

“What’s Peggy got to do with it?”

“Peggy did her initial interviews,” Steve said, “SHIELD basically snatched her up off the street. And they figured a nice elderly British lady would be a lot less scary for a terrified 15 yeard old than Fury.”

Bucky couldn’t picture you at 15. All he could see was you now. Though, if what he’d heard about your aging was correct, you probably looked the same way now that you did in your late teens. That on its own was irritating. HYDRA/SHIELD had been gentle with you. Careful. Treated you like a baby. A little breakable creature. They’d have never dreamed of electrocuting and freezing you. Making you into a weapon. Bucky nodded at the things Steve said but didn’t say a word. He’d give himself away if he did. Because right now, if you were standing in front of him, he’d probably choke the life out of you. And you’d deserve it.

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B.C.

Bucky was disappointed when he realized you weren’t in the tower when Amber showed up. His plan was simple. Fuck this other girl’s brains out and make sure you saw him do it. Rinse and repeat until you didn’t have any feelings left for him... at least until he got bored and wanted you to have them. He’d warmed to the idea of having a toy. Someone he could play with when he got too bored.

And you fit the bill. A little fragile. Vulnerable. Insecurities out the ass. Lots of tiny small pressure points he could exploit. Because, surprise, whoever the fuck had raised, you hadn’t known what they were doing.

The Former Assassin was even more surprised when you came in, carrying a very Drunk Natasha over your shoulder and carefully handed her to Steve with a smile. “Successful girls night?” he chuckled.

“If by successful you mean that I got them all so fucked up, they forgot they were supposed to be snooping, then... yes,” you tell him. Happy, carrying Pepper snorted and handed her to Tony.

“Some spy you are, Romanoff,” Steve chuckled, shifting her weight.

“Not my fault,” Natasha protested, “Pretty sure she just put a spell on everything.”

“Uh-huh. Likely story,” he hefted Nat easily over his shoulder and headed the direction of their room vaguely, still chuckling.

Bruce and Thor traded looks and shook their heads, snuggling back in to watch their movie on the sofa. They both knew. Thor knew because you had told him, kinda, and Bruce knew because Thor had had to tell someone when he felt like he might have betrayed your trust.

“What a mess,” Bruce said softly.

“Indeed,” Thor rumbled, “My poor little Witchling.”

Bruce smiled a little, “You really do have a soft spot for her, don’t you.”

“I have a soft spot for anyone that goes head to head with Loki and lives,” Thor said, smudging a lazy kiss against Bruce’s hair. “She was just a girl,” he rumbled, “But when Loki tried to take her, she managed to bloody his nose... And that’s no small feat. Loki had had centuries to hone his craft. She’d barely had 3 years. One day she’ll be unstoppable.”

“But for now, some idiot is playing with fire,” Bruce sighed.

“And he’s going to get burnt,” Thor agreed.

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A.C.

You’d rolled the window of the truck down, and your hair was floating on the breeze. Clint liked this a lot. A pretty girl in the jump seat and her fingers laced through his when he didn’t have to shift.

It felt good. You felt good. Even on your worst days. The days that had you quietly hiding in your bed trying to avoid them all, just knowing you were around, felt good. Even if the bad days made him daydream about charging up to your room with flowers and a new book. He wondered if you liked to be read to. He’d like to read to you. Have your head on his chest while you giggled at the way he had to struggle to wrap his mouth around big words. He didn’t think he’d mind if you laughed at him for it. Not while you were looking up at him with those big doe eyes. He’d never done that, of course. Too scared of being rejected. Or worse, ignored. The way you sometimes did when you were struggling, especially hard. The way you did when Steve or Tony tried to demand you come down and eat dinner.

But right now, the radio is playing. Classic Rock. The only station that plays this far out. And you’re singing along with him, albeit softly.

Clint wants to pull you into the middle seat where he can reach you better. He intends to nibble along your neck and your collar bones until you’re breathless and dizzy. That thought makes his mouth go dry, and he swallows hard. You’re so pretty, the late afternoon sun shining in your hair and bringing out new colors in your eyes. So beautiful. So out of his league. But as he pulls into the Dairy Queen parking lot, Clint doesn’t care.

He wasn’t kidding when he told you he missed his friend. That he wanted to know you were okay. That’s he’d leave if you said so. But right now, everything is perfect. Sitting under an umbrella’ed table, the vanilla soft serve tastes like it’s own kind of magic on a hot day. And for once, Clint is happy to have you to himself.

“Clint?” you say softly when he comes back from throwing trash away.

“Yeah, babe?”

“Thanks,” you murmur.

He offers you a hand to help you up and gives you a crooked smile when you take it, “Don’t thank me yet,” he said, “I haven’t kept the other half of my promise.”

You cock your head curiously, and he kisses the hand you give him, “I promised to tell you you were pretty, too.”

Unbidden, images of statuesque women flood your brain, and you look away, “You really don’t have to lie. It’s okay.”

Clint cups your chin gently, smoothing his thumb along your jaw, “Y/N,” he whispered, “What happened to make you leave, this time?”

“It’s a long story,” you answer, not meeting his eyes.

“You only say that when you think no one wants to listen,” he scolds gently.

“And it works, doesn’t it?

“Baby girl,” he says softly, “We got nothing but time.”

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loganscanons · 3 years

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the things you put up with for friends

Characters: Nach, Rhonda, Teale

Summary: Drunk Nach going to Rhonda’s after getting into a fight.

Thunk…thunk…thunk…

The mostly-empty beer bottle knocked rhythmically as Orthanach swung it, tapping it back and forth against his thigh and the apartment door. He was leaning his forehead against the doorframe, mumbling garbled lyrics to an Irish rebel song as he waited for a response. The left side of his face and head ached, a mixture of dull throbbing and sharp pains.

Thunk…thunk…thunk…

“I’m coming!” an aggravated voice from the other side of the door called.

The door flung open, revealing a slightly disheveled and very annoyed looking woman in boxers and an old, over-sized gray t-shirt. She scowled at him, her mouth already open to chew him out. His head was spinning, and his face hurt, but seeing his best friend standing there, ready to gripe at him about showing up drunk at some godforsaken hour, filled him with a giddy delight.

“Nach, what the fuck? It’s like three—”

“Rrrrronnie!” Orthanach bellowed. With jubilation, he threw his arms around her, pulling her into a bear hug. He managed to only spill a couple drops of his beer, splashing them on the carpet outside the apartment door. She hissed at him to be quiet. His head spun as he pulled away from her, and he steadied himself by gripping the doorframe.

“Yeah, hey,” Rhonda grumbled. She tugged at the shoulders of her t-shirt, readjusting it, and gave him a glowering once-over. “Jeez, what the fuck happened to you?”

“Huh?” As his eyebrows moved up, a sharp pain erupted above his left eye. Oh, that. “Oh, bar fight.” He gestured vaguely with his bottle. “Notta big deal. Ye’should see the ot’er guy.”

“Rhonda? Is that Nach?” an airy, light voice asked in a perfectly crafted transatlantic accent.

Teale had emerged from her bedroom and as Nach caught sight of her, another burst of joy hit him. Seeing Teale was almost as great as getting to see Rhonda. And she was way less likely to be pissed at him. And she was pretty.

She wore a pink silk nightgown that kissed her ankles as she moved, with a silk robe trimmed with fluffy pink fur to match. Her honey hair, voluminous and styled, tumbled over her shoulders. Wow, she was pretty. With a dumb grin, Orthanach looked at Teale, then at Rhonda. How she ended up with Teale would always be a marvel to him, but he was happy for them both. Rhonda deserved good things, and yeah, maybe Teale was way out of her league, but Rhonda was hilarious and great person to spend time with and—

Teale’s hand flew to her mouth, covering a gasp. “Oh, my goodness! Nach, what happened?”

For a second, he wasn’t sure what she was talking about, distracted by his list of Rhonda’s merits. He blinked, and the pain reminded him.

“Is it that bad?” Nach asked, looking at Rhonda. It didn’t feel that bad. Well, no, it did feel pretty bad. But he’d definitely had worse.

“It’s pretty bad,” Rhonda said. “I think you have glass in your hair.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t—” Rhonda grabbed his wrist before he could reach up and tousle his hand through his hair, still holding onto the beer bottle. “You’ll get glass all over the floor. I’m barefoot. I don’t want to step on glass. That shit hurts.”

“Oh,” he said.

“Are you okay?” Teale asked, clutching one hand against her chest. “Do you need to go to a hospital?”

“Nah,” Nach waved his hand. As soon as he let go of the door frame, the room began to tilt. He steadied himself again. “Jus’ need a fuckin’ nap.”

“You’re a fuckin’ dumbass,” Rhonda said. “Your head is bleeding.”

“It is?” He asked. Before he could reach up and touch the top of his head to confirm, Rhonda grabbed his wrist again and glared at him.

“I’ll get the first aid kit,” she sighed. “But if you need stitches, you’re going to the fucking hospital.”

“’M fine,” he said. “Really, Ronnie. I jus’ needa place to sleep an’ then I’ll be outta yer hair.” He stepped into the apartment, and Rhonda closed the door behind him, before she disappeared into the bathroom.

“C’mon, Nach,” Rhonda called. Feeling far wobblier than he looked, he took a few confident steps toward the bathroom.

“Hey, Teale,” he said with a grin as he passed her.

Teale bit her lower lip. The pink lipstick she wore was slightly smudged at the corner. A stray strand of hair fell over her forehead. Weird. Teale never let herself look anything less than perfect. It was late, though; maybe she’d been sleeping. Wait, no, he was pretty sure she didn’t sleep. Huh.

Her hand was still clutched against her silk nightgown, her brows curved with concern. “Nach…” she said gently, sounding very worried. She was always so worried. He was fine.

“Y’look gorgeous, as always,” he said.

Teale smiled slightly, but the concern didn’t leave her expression.

“Nach!” Rhonda snapped.

“’M comin,’” he said.

She stood with the first aid kit open on the bathroom counter. As he walked in, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, and Teale’s reaction made sense. He looked bad. Blood covered the left side of his face, streaming from a wound above his hairline. More blood stained his mouth and his chin, clinging and clotting in his beard. His nose and left eye were aggravated, bruised and swelling, but he was almost positive his nose wasn’t broken, so that was plus.

“Sit,” she said.

Without comment or protest, Nach sat on the toilet seat lid. He let her move his head and examine the wound on his scalp.

“It might not be that bad,” she said. “Head wounds bleed like a motherfucker.”

“Well, it doesn’ hurt so bad—ow!” He winced as Rhonda pushed a warm, damp rag against his head more aggressively than necessary.

“Put pressure,” she said.

He took the rag from her and held it against the wound, watching her as she pulled a piece of dark brown glass from his hair. The scowl she wore wasn’t as intense as it had been when he’d walked in the door, but she still looked peeved. Although he understood why she was annoyed at him showing up early in the morning, drunk and covered in blood, she seemed unduly annoyed. This wasn’t this first time this had happened, and he’d dealt with her when she was in much worse shape.

“Why’re ye so fuckin’ grouchy?” Nach asked.

“You have bad timing,” Rhonda said.

“Huh?”

“I was busy,” she said.

“Doin’ what?” he snorted. “Binge drinkin’? That’s wha’ ye do every fuckin’ night.”

She said nothing and plucked a few pieces of glass from his hair, which she tossed into the trash can next to the toilet. The bright lights of the bathroom were making his head throb, sharpening the ache behind his eyes and making the room spin. As he flicked his gaze across the bathroom, trying to find some dark corner to stare at, he saw a dark mark above Rhonda’s collarbone. Without thought, he placed his beer down on the counter and reached out to poke the bruise. She slapped his hand away.

“Knock it off,” she said.

“You have a bruise,” he said stupidly. In his inebriated state, the compulsion to poke the bruise had been too strong to consider resisting.

“Yeah,” she said.

Then it clicked.

“Ohhhh,” Nach said. “You guys were fuckin’. My ba’. I’ll leave an’ ye can get back to it. I might be able t’ crash at Bates’ or Gideon’s.”

He started to stand, keeping the washcloth pressed against his head, and the room began to move at an alarming velocity.

“Sit down, dumbass,” she said, pushing him down by his shoulder. There was a small smirk on her lips.

He obeyed and shut his eyes, taking a deep breath as he tried to stop the feeling of vertigo. Rhonda continued to pick glass out of his hair. Time felt unreal to Nach, and after what felt like an hour, but was more likely only a couple minutes, Rhonda touched his hand.

“How’s the bleeding?” she asked. He pulled the washcloth back and let her look, not bothering to open his eyes.

“Oh, you’re fine,” she said. “The bleeding’s almost stopped.”

“I tol’ ye I was fine,” he said.

“Think you can get yourself cleaned up without passing out?” she asked.

“Yeah, ‘m fine.”

“I’ll set up the couch for you,” she said.

“Thank yeh,” he said in a sing-songy voice. For another indeterminate amount of time, he sat leaning against the counter, his eyes closed, and the cloth pushed against the wound.

Once the world stopped feeling so unsteady, he opened his eyes slowly. He folded the washcloth and pressed it against his head again, then checked to see how much blood came back. Only a faint pink-ish line. He tossed the cloth into the sink and stood slowly, then started the water for the shower. As he waited for the water to warm, he glanced around the bathroom again.

“Hey, Rhonda?” he called. “Yeh got any towels I can use?”

A moment later, Teale appeared in the doorway, holding a neatly folded stack of soft, plush towels. He was tempted to ask if she had any towels that were older and scratchier, more appropriate for someone like him, but he knew the answer without asking. On top of the towels was a folded set of clothes. A white t-shirt, dark blue jeans, and a pair of boxers.

“What’s this?” he asked.

“A while back you brought Rhonda home, and you were covered in blood. You were running late to a shift at 79s and didn’t have a change of clothes. So, I bought you some changes of clothes, just in case something like that happened again.”

Nach assumed “some” meant more options than he’d ever owned at any given time, all of which were probably more expensive than he had a right to wear. At that moment, in his duffel bag, he had two t-shirts and one pair of jeans, plus the shirt and jeans he was wearing, and not much as else as far as outfits went. Teale didn’t seem to know what moderation meant when she was doting on her non-vampire loved ones, and if she’d bought him one outfit, she’d likely bought back-ups, just in case he didn’t like the first one.

Confirming his suspicion, she said, “Oh, I guess you’d probably prefer sweatpants to jeans, since you’re going to bed. I’ll go get those.”

“Teale, yer a peach. You didn’ have t’ get me any clothes.”

“It was just in case,” she said, her voice soft. “Do you want me to get the blood out of your shirt?” she asked, nodding at what he wore.

“Yeah, I’d appreciate tha’. Ye really are a peach,” he said. If he wasn’t covered in blood and fighting off dizziness, he would have kissed her cheek. Instead, he said, “Thanks, Teale.”

“Of course,” she smiled.

As she left to grab the pair of sweatpants, Nach gently shut the door, leaving it cracked open a few inches, and stripped out of his clothes. The hot water was warm and comforting, relaxing his muscles as he stood beneath it. After scrubbing the blood from his beard and gently cleaning up his face, he stepped out of the shower. His blood-stained clothes were gone, and the sweatpants sat neatly on top of the towels. A glass of water was next to the sink. He drank the water as he slowly got dressed.

Leaving the bathroom, he found the futon converted into a bed, made up with floral print sheets and a heavy pastel quilt. As he climbed onto the bed and curled up beneath the sheet and quilt, Rhonda came in.

“You look better.”

“Feel a bit better,” he said, his eyes falling closed.

“That’s good.”

There was a pause, but Nach couldn’t be bothered to open his eyes and look at her. There was a soft clink on the side table, and he opened his eyes just enough to see that she’d placed a large glass of water beside him.

“Thanks,” he said.

“Yup.”

Another pause. Nach wasn’t sure she was still in the room.

“Hey, Ronnie,” Nach mumbled.

“Don’t call me that.” she said. “What?”

“I love yeh,” he said, fighting off a yawn. “Sorry I interrupted ye an’ Teale. I’ll make it up to yeh an’ buy yeh a few beers.”

“You better,” she said. He could hear the smile in her voice.

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forehead-enthusiast · 5 years

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For Those Dealing With Broken Hearts

Pairing: Jisung x Reader

Genre: Some angst, fluff

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: Life sucks. You got cheated on, dumped, and when you get to this DNYL Club, there’s only one other person, this Jisung guy, who you barely know. At least you know he’s heartbroken too, right?

A/N: It has been so so so long since I’ve written a fic!! I really hope you guys like it, and thank you for taking the time to read it!!

When the announcement first blared over the speakers, you thought it was a prank. Don’t Need Your Love Club? What a joke. You scoffed at the idea of a club for broken hearts, finished drying your eyes, and reconsidered. It hadn’t been a great day romance-wise. You’d caught your now ex-boyfriend groping some cheerleader behind the bleachers, and somehow you were still the one who got dumped out of that relationship. Insult after insult. You debated whether some stupid prank club could make your day any worse, and concluded it couldn’t. With red eyes and a backpack slung over your shoulder, you strode out of the classroom and towards whatever awaited you.

You stood before the door, unsure of whether you should knock or not. You put your ear next to the door to see if you could hear anyone behind it, but were startled by a loud swish of the door opening. Someone on the other side had pulled it open, and you nearly fell into them. Your eyes dragged their way up from the surprisingly tall stranger’s chest to his face, and vaguely recognized it.

“Have we met?”

The stranger’s eyes widened at the sight of you. “Uh… yeah. We had physics together last year. I’m Jisung.”

“Ah, right,” You flushed, feeling guilty for not remembering him. “Of course. Hey, Jisung.”

“Hey, y/n.”

He knew your name already. You cursed yourself for spending all of last year pining for the idiot who dumped you today. He was a waste of time you knew you’d waste more time getting over, and you wondered how many other people you ignored because of your infatuation. You realized Jisung was holding the door open, and hastened inside and plopped your bag on the table.

“So… are you here for the club too?” He called from behind you.

“Yeah.” Having admitted it out loud, you were suddenly uncomfortable at the idea of others knowing about your awful relationship, and the even worse way it ended. It was humiliating. You avoided his eyes, and fiddled with the zipper on your bag. Tears threatened to fall again, and you stared at the ground, hoping they wouldn’t escape and expose how truly heartbroken you were. You saw out of the corner of your eye that he had turned away, and quickly shoved your sleeves into your eyes to sop up the sadness.

“Um, well, I don’t know if anyone else is… coming.”

“What?”

“Yeah, there’s just a note from the organizer, I guess. It’s over there.”

You spotted the small sticky note stuck to the table before you and walked over to read it aloud.

“‘Welcome to the DNYL Club, a community for people to mend their hearts together. The fact that you’re here means you’ve acknowledged you need one another to heal. You all understand what everyone else has been through.’ That’s it? That’s all we get? What even…”

“Yeah. Not a great club.”

Silence followed his acute observation, and you wondered if you should just leave. The club was basically a joke after all, or at least it seemed that way. You expected it, but somehow you were still disappointed. All you wanted was to feel okay again. Some part of you hoped this club was going to help you do that. You despised yourself for getting your hopes up, and despised even more the fact that your watering eyes had returned with a vengeance. You hurried to grab your bag and leave before you broke down in front of this almost-stranger.

“Are you okay?”

The simple question made you turn towards the boy who asked it, and as you did, burning tears began to slide down your cheeks. All it took were a few words of compassion, or even just common decency, to push you over the edge. He panicked at the sight, rushing over to you with hesitant hands hovering over you, wondering what to do. You smeared the tears across your face with the backs of your hands, unable to speak. Jisung placed a hand cautiously on your shoulder, as you tried and failed to stop the tears from flowing. You gave in and let yourself sob with the boy doing his best to comfort you until you eventually began to calm down.

“I-I’m sorry. For making you cry.”

“No! No, it’s not your fault,” You sniffed, “I’m sorry. It’s just been… A rough day.” As if that wasn’t the understatement of the year.

Jisung awkwardly gave you a pat as you did your best to dry off your cheeks. “Do you,” he hesitated. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No, I- thank you, but I just. Can’t right now.”

“…Then what about tomorrow?”

And thus, the second meeting of the two person DNYL Club was arranged.

After your classes ended the following day, you went to the same room and waited alone. You wondered if he’d even show up, and cringed remembering the meltdown you’d had in front of him. Some random classmate of yours watched you get all smudged and snotty. You buried your face in your arms, horrified by your own lack of composure.

“Y/n! Are you alright?”

You flipped your head up to see a very concerned boy leaning over you. Upon seeing that you weren’t crying, he let out a sigh of relief. You attempted to smooth out your hair and appear like a normal, emotionally balanced human, and hoped your puffy eyes didn’t blow your cover. The same awkward silence from yesterday reemerged from whatever void it came from, and hung on your shoulders.

“…He cheated on me.”

Jisung blinked at the sudden confession, and scratched behind his ears. He sat down and waited for you to continue as you took a few deep breaths.

“He wasn’t my first crush, but he was my first boyfriend. The first…” You paused, smiling emptily. “The first one who said yes when I asked. I guess that’s why I liked him so much.” All you needed was that scrap of affection for you to devote yourself entirely to someone who, you knew now, couldn’t care less about you.

“I really liked him.”

“…I’m sorry.”

Despite whatever reason caused your attachment, it was strong nonetheless. Knowing he was a piece of shit didn’t make you forget about him just like that- it just made you hate yourself more for making such a fool of yourself for him. If he was worthless, what did that make you? Something worth yet less? Or just someone stupid enough to worship a shred of trash? You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything else, or else risk breaking down again, so Jisung just sat by your side until it was time to leave campus.

You decided to meet up again.

And again.

And again. The DNYL Club, as underpopulated as it was, was thriving. You’d meet up with Jisung, open up to him like you’d never done with anyone before, and he’d listen. He didn’t often say much, but somehow he always managed to make his empathy known. His careful pats and infrequent murmurs offered more comfort than anyone or anything else. He was your mysterious solace that was too kind to be your therapist, but too intimately known to be considered a friend. You couldn’t have shared this with one of your other friends. He was just different.

Over time, you got more comfortable talking about your ex, and all that’d you’d done to try and win his affections. You were able to laugh about it, although your chest still tightened at your memories. Jisung mirrored this change, smiling and laughing more, in the same awkward way he did everything else. You looked over at him in the empty classroom, and were suddenly ashamed.

“Jisung.”

Your serious tone caught his attention. “What?”

“Why are you here? All this time I’ve whined about my heartbreak, but you came here because of someone too. God, I can’t believe I’ve never asked, I’m so sorry, that’s just… awful of me.”

“Ah,” he said, turning away from you, “it’s not… a very interesting story.”

“Geez, I hope you weren’t listening to mine for the drama of it all. C’mon, I’m here for you. Tell me.”

Jisung sighed with resignation. “There was a girl that I… liked. We didn’t date. I just liked her. She was sort of, uh, sunny. I really liked her smile.” A smile of his own crossed his face, albeit a sorrowful one. “Unfortunately, the smile I liked most was always directed at other people.”

“Was she blind or something?”

He chuckled. “Nah, I just couldn’t seem to grab her attention. Kinda frustrating. I mean, I probably should’ve made more of an effort, or… I dunno. She liked plenty of people she barely knew, but maybe I was stupid for hoping one day it’d be me. One day, I just had to,” he swallowed, “I just had to give up. See the situation for what it was.“

Your heart ached at his bitter expression, and you reassured him, “If she didn’t see how great you are, that’s on her. I think you’re wonderful.” He didn’t respond, and you were desperate to return to your lighthearted laughter you’d interrupted a few minutes prior. You were irritated that someone had made him so forlorn. He’d grown important to you, and you felt the need to defend him against anyone who would make him feel unworthy.

“She’s an idiot. You’re probably way out of her league.” You couldn’t control your tongue, and spat, “Who even is she? What’s her name?”

Jisung turned away again. “You don’t know her.”

“That doesn’t matter! I just… Ugh, I’m so mad. Just tell me her name! It’s not like they’re off limits.” You’d told Jisung your ex’s name weeks ago, just to make trash-talking him easier.

“No, it’s not like that’d change anything.”

“Jisung, just tell me. You- Don’t you trust me?”

“Yes!”

“Then tell me! I already told you mine, it’s fair!”

“I don’t want to tell you!” He snapped, more agitated than you’d ever seen him. He strode away from you, and you followed him. You were taken aback by his tone, and your indignation at the nameless girl shifted into fear.

“Jisung, why won’t you tell me? What did I do?”

“Nothing, can’t you just drop this already!?”

“I don’t know why you can’t just tell me! Jisung!” It wasn’t about the name for you anymore, you just needed to know he trusted you with it at this point. You walked in front of him, and demanded, “Jisung, tell me who she is!”

“IT’S YOU!”

His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths.

“IT’S- It’s you, it’s,” his voice caught in his throat, “it’s always been you. Always.”

He grabbed his backpack off the floor where he’d left it, and rushed out from the room, leaving you to be stunned frozen where you stood, in a mist of confusion and guilt.

Jisung hadn’t returned to the classroom. Not that you’d know- you hadn’t gone back either. The sadness you felt at what you’d done to him for God knows how long weighed on you far heavier than the sadness of being dumped.

He had known your name.

He knew the name of the girl that broke his heart.

He had listened to you, week after week, complain about one of the jerks he’d watched you fall for.

You put your head on your desk and buried it in your arms, and felt the guilt press down on you like a vice. There you were, spouting bullshit about how wonderful he was and how you’d have to be stupid and blind to not notice him, and all the while he had to be thinking you were the biggest hypocrite. You couldn’t get the way he looked when he confessed out of your mind. How frustrated, how distraught, how heartbroken. It always circled back to heartbroken with you two.

You couldn’t bring yourself to face him. You didn’t know what you’d say to him. You were a coward. You didn’t understand why he liked you. You couldn’t really… believe that he liked you. As hypocritical as you had been, you’d been honest in what you’d said to him. He was a wonderful guy, you’d meant it. You hadn’t known him long, but it wasn’t hard to see he was caring and kind, and really funny when he wanted to be, despite his quiet and sweet disposition. Your heart ached even more, thinking about how sympathetic he was to you despite your obliviousness to his feelings.

It was difficult for you to fathom why someone that great would like you. You felt your arms grow warm, and realized the glow of your cheeks atop them was the culprit. You cursed yourself for feeling happy at a time like this, but the flush persisted. Thoughts of Jisung’s smile, and his touch on your shoulder, and his quiet voice circled around in your mind, ignoring your pleas for them to leave you to mope in peace.

It was obnoxious, feeling so overjoyed when all you wanted was to wallow in guilt and misery. But Jisung liked you. He liked you enough to be heartbroken when you didn’t like him back.

You sat up suddenly.

You pressed your hand against your chest to feel your racing heartbeat, and made up your mind.

Finding Jisung wasn’t as hard as you worried it’d be. You had walked to the familiar classroom, without much hope, only to run into him in the hallway before it. You opened your mouth to say something, anything, but couldn’t find the words. Instead, you gently tugged on his arm to lead him into the classroom. He allowed you to pull him, just as silent as you were, and walked in after you. He waited, patient as always, for you to collect yourself and turn to face him.

“Jisung.”

“…Yes.”

“Thank you for listening to me. And… thank you for liking me.”

At that, he looked away from you, and prepared for his heart to be broken once more.

“You, well, you know this by now, but for me, it hasn’t always been you.”

“Y/n, I already know, it’s oka-”

“I’m not done yet. It hasn’t always been you, but,” you gulped, “it’s you now. And I know it hasn’t been you for very long, but I’m very confident that it’s you. For me. For good. I don’t know… why you like… or liked me, or how much, but I promise that I will like you more than that. I like you. I love you.”

Jisung had turned back and been looking at you during your stuttered speech with an unreadable expression, and you just wanted to cry, but you made yourself keep talking.

“I just wanted you to, um, know how I felt about you. I understand if you don’t like me anymore. I came prepared to have my heart broken back, so I won’t blame you at all if you…”

Jisung slowly walked towards you, his arm slipping from your grasp and the hand attached to it gently resting on your arm. He stopped just a bit in front of you, and used his other hand to pinch his cheek, hard. He winced in pain, and you saw his eyes glaze over with tears.

“Jisung!? Are you okay?”

He flicked a tear from his eye and his shoulders began to quake, and you realized he was laughing.

“I’m so much better than okay.”

He looked at the hand he’d placed on your arm, then met your eyes.

“Can I hug you?”

You blushed, but nodded. Gingerly, he wrapped his arms around you, as if you were a dream that would shatter if clutched too tightly.

“Um, I still like you. More than ever, actually, so, uh, good luck liking me more.”

You beamed up at him, ready for the challenge, only to see a bright red strawberry in his place.

“Jisung? You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just. Wow. This smile, your smile, is just even better than the one I… Uh, the one I fell for.” He blushed even more forcing those words out, and you couldn’t believe it took you this long to notice someone this endearing.

“We should probably change the club name.”

“Definitely.”

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rosesupposes · 4 years

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Ivy League

In which Race goes to dinner with Spot, his professor, and his asshole classmate and Spot ends up defending Race’s honor.

This is v v v self indulgent and probably doesn’t make much sense. Just know that Kelly Smaltzer is modern girlsie Smalls who just hasn’t gotten her nickname yet.

Read on AO3.

“Thanks so much for your help, Race. I was sure I was gonna fail this test.”

“No problem, Davey,” Race said, packing the empty containers from his lunch into his bag. Spot was on a meal prep kick and Race hadn’t been able to escape it. “After my midterm this morning, it actually reminded me that physics isn’t crazy.”

“Your Planetary Relations class right?” Davey started packing up his bag.

“Yeah and then my Dance Comp one later. But Albert and I are having rehearsals beforehand and then we’ve got another rehearsal for a showcase.”

Davey looked confused, as he gathered up the trash from his lunch, along with the trash Jack and Crutchie had left when Race and Davey had started reviewing for Davey’s Physics I test. “I thought you and Spot had that dinner with his professor tonight?”

Race groaned and held up the garment bag he’d had to bring along with his backpack and dance bag. “We do. I’ve been lugging my pants and shirt around all day. I have to wear a tie, Davey. A tie.”

Davey rolled his eyes. “You’ll survive. Spot must really want to impress his professor if he’s risking making you wear a tie.”

“I resent that but it’s not untrue. And he does. She takes an intern every summer from her first year classes and he thinks it’s a really good sign that she invited him to this dinner. But she also invited that asshole classmate that Spot’s always complaining about. He’s bringing his girlfriend.” Race wrinkled his nose.

“Oh, I see. That’s why your wearing the tie,” Davey said with the know it all tone that Race knew meant he was teasing.

“What?”

“You’re trying to out trophy wife the girlfriend.”

“Shut up and go take your physics test,” Race said, pushing Davey’s arm and then walking away from him. His phone chirped with a text from Davey not 30 seconds later.

I’m adding 3 points to your pettiness score. You’re in the lead now.

His Dance Comp midterm went well, even if it ran over. He blamed Albert for drawing the last performance slot because he could have left early otherwise. His whole body ached, protesting the Pilates class from hell that he’d had before lunch and the three hours of rehearsal he’d had after. Going home and vegging out on the couch sounded infinitely better than going to Spot’s dinner. The food would be good, sure, and Spot’s professor was paying but he’d learned early on in Spot’s law school career that when people at law events found out he wasn’t also in law school, they tended to lose interest pretty quickly. He was usually relegated to the role of trophy boyfriend- which he could do and do well but it was kind of hard when he was this exhausted and coming right from a day of midterms.

He tied his tie while he waited for his Uber and attempted to fix his hair using Snapchat as a mirror. Spot had mentioned that his asshole classmate’s girlfriend was apparently model pretty and Davey was right; Race was nothing if not petty. He was definitely going to be the better trophy wife tonight, even if he was exhausted and coming from four hours of dancing.

As soon as Race was in his Uber and had an ETA he trusted, he texted Spot.

mdtrm ran ovr b there 5 min l8 blame al

Okay

ur gonna wow her n then well get wine drunk w javid 2nite 2 celbr8

After texting Jack and Davey to make sure they could get wine drunk when Race and Spot got home, Race was happy to find his AirPods shoved into his wallet and he put them in so he could start reviewing the choreography for his upcoming Repertory midterm in his head. He got another text from Spot when he was about five minutes from the restaurant.

They're seating us now. Just ask for Taylor Caine.

k eta 4 min ur gonna kill it luv u

Race went right to the hostess when he entered the restaurant. She probably had a fancier title than hostess at a place like this but Race definitely didn't know the word, even if it was probably Italian. "Hi, I think my party's already been seated. I'm with Taylor Caine?"

The hostess gave him a once over, eyes catching on his poorly tied tie. "Of course, follow me, sir." She led Race through the main dining area and to another, smaller area where Race immediately picked out Spot and his group. He waved, hoping to catch Spot's eye and sure enough Spot saw him, his face brightening in a way that most people didn't recognize.

"Speak of the devil," he said, grinning as Race took the empty seat between Spot and who he assumed was asshole classmate's girlfriend. "This is my boyfriend, Antonio Higgins."

"Call me Tony, please," Race said, as if he ever used that name. "I'm so sorry I'm late, my dance midterm ran over."

The woman on the other side of Spot set her menu down and pushed her reading glasses on top of her head, offering her hand to Race, who took it. "No worries at all, we've only just ordered our drinks. I'm Taylor Caine."

"Oh the famous Professor Caine," Race crowed. "It's so great to meet you after all of Sean's stories."

"Only good ones I hope?"

"The best," Race agreed, grinning at Spot, who was getting the look he did when he was almost about to blush. Race decided to back off a little instead of laying it on so thick. "He loves your classes."

"Oh don't flatter her," the woman next to her said. The way she put her hand on Taylor's shoulder spoke of years of easy familiarity and it made Race smile to think of having that with someone- with Spot- one day. "I'll never hear the end of it. I'm Dalia."

Race shook her hand and then turned to the man at her side- presumably Spot's classmate. Race offered his hand. The man took it, but not before staring at it disdainfully. He eventually deigned to introduce himself to Race, but not before Race reintroduced himself first. “Antonio Higgins.”

"Joseph Huntington III. This is my fiancée, Kelly Smaltzer."

"Great to meet you." Race was sitting next to Kelly so he turned to her as well and offered his hand, which she shook. "That dress is absolutely beautiful. Vera Wang?"

Kelly's face lit up. She was very pretty and Race felt a little bitter. "Thank you, yes. How did you know?"

While the others discussed whatever it was lawyers discussed, Race told her about Jack’s internship at the fashion magazine and how they would obsess over spreads together for hours and they fell into an easy conversation about fashion magazines. Kelly, it turned out, was writing for the website of a competing fashion magazine but she quietly admitted to Race that she was hoping to break away from fluff pieces soon and then move to a magazine more like the one Jack worked at- one that was focused on fashion but strived for inclusivity and female empowerment. She had some interesting ideas and Race was slowly starting to like her. She and Jack would be a force to be reckoned with if put in the same room together. If they were relegated to conversation as trophy wives for the night, he didn’t think he would mind it.

Eventually the waiter appeared with drinks. Spot leaned into Race's space to tell him, "I ordered you a seltzer, babe."

Race kissed Spot on the cheek, taking his glass from the waiter. "Perfect, thanks."

As the waiter took their orders, Race suddenly realized he hadn’t looked over the menu at all- a dangerous choice, since he could be pretty picky with his Italian food. He began reading over but he only got through two appetizers before Spot interrupted him, quietly pointing out two of the menu items. “There’s lasagna you’ll like and a pasta primavera, if you want something lighter.”

“You know me too well,” he said with a wink and Spot rolled his eyes. He thought he heard Joseph scoff but he ignored it.

Once they'd settled back into conversation after ordering, Race found himself the center of attention. "So, Tony," Taylor said as she put away her reading glasses. "Sean tells me you're also at Columbia?"

Race nodded. "I am. I'm still an undergrad though- only a junior. Sean's too smart for me; he graduated high school and undergrad early."

"Don't sell yourself short. You’re-" Spot started but was interrupted by Joseph.

"You're a dance major then?"

"Yes," Race said, taking a sip of his seltzer, "a dance major and-"

“And what do you plan to do with that?”

“Well, I’m not quite sure yet but I also-”

"At Yale, dance is folded into the Theater Studies major. It’s not a very popular major. Most students at Yale choose a more… useful path for undergrad. I majored in political science. Joseph continued, a not so subtle attempt at shifting the focus of conversation to himself..

"Oh, how interesting," Dalia said, sounding perfectly interested though Race didn’t miss the little annoyed look that crossed her face.

Joseph launched into what was probably meant to sound like a description of undergraduate life in New Haven but was actually just a thinly veiled list of his accomplishments. Race nodded politely at all the right points in Joseph’s resume but caught Spot tensing his body out of the corner of his eye. Hoping to head off Spot’s seething, Race grabbed his hand under the table and squeezed it once, shaking his head a little. He waited for Spot to nod back to him before turning to Kelly. God, Spot could be such a drama queen. And, coming from Race, who was now leading on the pettiness scoreboard in their apartment, that was saying a lot.

Race turned back to Kelly, hoping to hear more of her ideas for future articles. She seemed excited just to have the chance to talk about them and after listening to both Katherine and Sarah rant for hours on end, Race felt like he knew how to actually engage in the conversation as an ally without being a total jerk.

By the time their food came, it was clear to Race that Spot’s assessment of Joseph as a Grade A Asshole was correct. He attempted to make every conversation about him and his opinions. He kept making digs at Spot’s less than ideal childhood and cutting off his own fiancée to speak for her. He was sitting next to Dalia but spent the whole time clearly trying to impress Taylor. In his effort to engage with Taylor, he ended up essentially ignoring Dalia, Kelly, and Race, and only engaging with Spot because he had to. No one seemed overly impressed with his accomplishments or his attitude which helped restore Race’s faith in humanity a little but it did not make for a fun dinner table.

Race could tell Spot was getting closer and closer to going off. His jaw was tight and he kept clenching and unclenching his fists under the table. It was one of the things Race loved most about Spot- his righteous outrage in the face of someone treating others like shit- but now was not the time for an outburst. He kept one hand just above Spot’s knee, even while talking to Kelly, slowly rubbing circles right above his knee cap.

Taylor and Dalia were wonderful, trying to keep everyone involved in the conversation. It was when they asked Kelly about herself that Race really started to get annoyed with Joseph. He kept talking over her, even when she was asked a direct question, ascribing opinions to her that Race could tell from her face she didn’t really hold. He told their engagement story with a focus on how amazing his plan had been while barely mentioning Kelly. When he excused himself to use the bathroom shortly after that, Race made it a point to ask Kelly again about the articles she wanted to write for her magazine. Taylor and Dalia both listened intently to her ideas of what fashion magazines could- and should- be.

“Sorry,” she said after a few minutes, putting her hands back in her lap and blushing a little. “I just get really excited about this kind of stuff.”

“No, no,” Taylor said. “Don’t apologize, you have a lot of really intelligent ideas and you’re very good at expressing them.”

Kelly beamed. “Thank you. I don’t have much chance to talk about them, even at work.”

Dalia hummed thoughtfully and nodded. “I remember seeing some profiles on your magazine recently. I thought they mentioned how progressive it was.”

“In some ways, it is,” Kelly said thoughtfully. “But in a lot of ways it’s white feminism and it’s lip service. There are a few articles on intersectionality in relation to feminism that I was sure I would get to write if I pitched them but I’ve been shut down again and again. They only want the type of feminism that’s palatable to their investors and they refuse to push for anything more. And we need to push for more. Intersectionality is the most important part of feminism and if I can somehow provide visibility to trans women or women of color-”

“This again, honey?” Joseph said, grinning as he sat down. “Sorry about that. She gets overexcited sometimes.”

Kelly looked visibly upset but also a little like she was used to it. “I’m not overexcited, Joey. This is important.”

“I don’t know why you care so much. It doesn’t affect you.”

“It does and even if it didn’t, then it’s even more important for me to care.”

Race could see a real argument brewing and, while he wouldn’t mind Joseph making himself out to be even more of an asshole, Kelly didn’t deserve to be put down in the middle of a restaurant, by her fiancee, when she was right. Without even thinking about it, Race took a sip of his almost finished seltzer and then set down his glass towards the edge of the table, tipping it into his own lap. “Oh my god, I’m such a klutz.” He stood, giving Spot a significant look and hoping his boyfriend picked up his cue to change the subject. “Excuse me, I’ll just go clean myself up.”

Race pulled a waitress aside as he headed to the bathroom, telling her about the spill. He cleaned himself up quickly. Thankfully, the air dryer helped with his wet pants. By the time he returned to the table, everyone seemed calm, though Kelly was decidedly not looking at Joseph. Dalia was speaking when Race sat down again. “I can’t say much obviously but it’s very exciting to represent them, even just in the patent filings. I mean, I have a degree in physics so it’s fun to go back to my roots with all the intermediary work before their next spacecraft is ready. Oh, Tony, is everything all right?”

“All set,” he said, taking his seat. “Just a little seltzer. Sorry, did you say you were working on patents for a spacecraft? Is it the Kord Industries one?”

Dalia’s eyes brightened. “Yes, actually, do you know it?”

“I do,” Race said at the same time that Joseph snorted. Race ignored it but could feel Spot seething next to him and reflexively reached a hand down to grab his knee. Spot was not going to blow his shot at this internship over whatever he thought was Race’s honor; not if Race could help it.

“And how do you feel about them? Most people who know enough to recognize them from such a brief description have strong opinions.”

“Oh, he does,” Spot said, a lot calmer than Race would expect.

Race laughed. “I guess that’s fair. I-“

“What would a dance major know about spacecraft?” Joseph had said it quietly to Kelly, who did not look pleased with him. The comment was clearly meant just for her but he hadn’t said it quietly enough because the whole table had heard him loud and clear.

“Joseph,” Kelly said, sounding scandalized. “Stop it.”

“It’s okay, Kelly,” Race said, forcing a smile onto his face, even though he was kind of exhausted from dealing with Joseph tonight.

“No, it’s not okay,” Spot interjected, standing in his seat and leaning over the table a little. “Antonio is double majoring in Dance and Astrophysics, which you would know if you hadn’t been interrupting him all night. He is the smartest and most passionate man I know. He has more talent in his pinky finger than you have in your entire body and will graduate with two very difficult degrees with no class overlap from an Ivy League school in 4 years. He’s already co-authored 2 papers as an undergrad and presented at 4 major conferences this year alone. And what have you done? Relied on daddy’s name for a degree and law school entry?”

“Spot,” Race hissed under his breath, tugging on Spot’s wrist. Both Joseph and Kelly were frozen on the other side of the table. “Sit down.”

“No, Racer. He’s been rude to everyone all night and he doesn’t get to insult your intelligence because one of your majors is dance and he couldn’t bother to listen to you and find out the other.”

Joseph seemed to have collected himself enough to lift an eyebrow, looking amused. “And you got in based on what? The scholarship for poor orphaned kids from Queens?”

“I’m from Brooklyn, asshole” Spot hissed and Race almost laughed. Leave it to Spot to bring up Brooklyn rather than his LSAT score of 179.

“I’m sorry but that is completely inappropriate language for a restaurant like this,” Joseph said still sounding amused. He looked to Dalia and Taylor, apparently aiming for conspiratorial. “I guess a place at Columbia is no guarantee for good breeding.” He turned back to Spot and Race, arms crossed as if he had won. “You should go now.”

“Actually, I think you should go, Joseph.” All eyes turned to Taylor who did not look happy at all. “Sean is right. You’ve been very rude tonight and I can’t say I blame him for lashing out. Kelly, darling, you’re welcome to stay. I’d love to hear more about your article ideas.”

Joseph’s absolutely shocked face would forever be one of Race’s favorite memories. He seemed frozen in his shock but Kelly jumped to action, standing and pulling Joseph up with her. “Thank you so much, Taylor, Dalia, but we’ll both be going. Sean, it was lovely to meet you. Tony, I’ll send you that article I was telling you about. Thank you all so much again. Have a lovely night.”

Kelly grabbed her coat and purse and pulled a shell shocked Joseph out behind her, without another word from him. Spot relaxed a little as he sat back down but Race saw the exact moment that he realized what had just happened.

“Professor, I am so sorry, that was completely inappropriate. We should go too-”

“Please don’t,” Taylor said. “You and Tony have been a delight tonight unlike Joseph. This is exactly why I do these dinners. You never know how a student behaves outside of class unless you meet them outside of class.”

“Yes, please stay,” Dalia said. “I’d like to hear Tony’s opinions on the Kord Industries spacecraft. The younger generation tends to have the most innovative thoughts on these things, in my experience. But first you’ll have to tell us where the nicknames Spot and Racer come from.”

Spot and Race grinned at each other.

“Well, you see,” Spot started, turning back to the older women. “My brother likes to think he’s very good at giving people nicknames.”

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A/N: This is a blurb inspired by an amazing early Christmas gift that the amazing and talented @mindingmyownbusiness got for me, so this work is dedicated to her... even though it’s trash, WHOOPS SORRY I love you. PS I made it reader insert because I couldn’t think of a name so sorry about that

“So you’re coming today, right?” Scott confirmed with Stiles, who was skeptical.

“Yeah, I’ll be there,” Stiles said and closed his locker. Stiles hadn’t done much in the way of volunteering and he didn’t have pets growing up, so volunteering at the animal clinic for something to put on his resume seemed a bit out of his league. But Scott insisted that Stiles would be a welcome presence, so he went.

When they arrived, Stiles walked up to Scott’s bike and noticed Scott tilt his head to the side and huff out a small ‘huh’.

“What does that mean?” Stiles asked.

“Y/N is here. I thought she wasn’t going to be back for another week,” Scott said and opened the door.

Stiles raised a brow. “Who’s Y/N?”

“She’s the other assistant that works with me and her I don’t think she knows about Deaton’s other hobbies, so try to keep it under wraps,” Scott explained as the pair walked to the door. Stiles nodded and walked in nervously.

“Hi, Scott, Stiles!” Deaton greeted them. “I’m glad we have an extra pair of hands today, Stiles. With Thanksgiving coming up next week, everyone wants their dogs’ nails trimmed, so I’ll put you and Scott on that while Y/N and I handle vaccines.”

“Um, I’ve never done that,” Stiles spoke up nervously.

Scott smiled. “It’s easy, I’ll show you.”

As the dogs rolled in and Scott used the clippers for their nails and his alpha powers to calm them, Stiles became less nervous and more comfortable in the small back room treatment area. The next dog to come in was a rather large mastiff named Bullet, and Scott’s alpha powers did barely anything for him.

“Y/N, would you mind helping them with our friend Bullet?” Deaton asked the girl in blue scrubs. She smiled and nodded simply, then came over to help Stiles restrain the massive dog’s front feet.

“His side might be better,” Scott suggested.

“Medical terms,” Deaton reminded from his stance behind the microscope.

“Right… Lateral recumbency,” Scott said.

Stiles noticed Y/N smile at Scott and place her arms around Bullet’s chest and her forearm across his neck. She looked at Stiles and nodded her head for him to do the same. Once they were in position, they slowly lifted Bullet’s legs and slid him onto his side, where he was much more still so that Scott could clip the nails.

After Bullet was done, Y/N gave the dog a kiss on the head, and Bullet responded by licking her cheek.

“Hey, thanks,” Stiles said to her once Bullet was gone from the treatment area.

Y/N smiled up to her eyes and nodded, then went back to looking at her blood smear from another patient.

“Doesn’t say much, does she?” Stiles mumbled to Scott, who laughed.

“No, I think she’s only ever said a few words to me in the three years I’ve known her. She writes everything in the medical record and hands it to Deaton, so he doesn’t mind her being quiet,” Scott told him. Stiles looked at her, puzzled, and wondered why she never spoke.

When the animal clinic closed, Scott, Stiles and Y/N all took part in sweeping, mopping, and general clean up for the day. Stiles found himself staring at Y/N at times and Scott often bumped his arm and laughed at his friend.

When the two of them were putting dog food away, Y/N knocked on the doorframe. When Scott turned, she beckoned him over with a hand motion and Stiles followed as well. Y/N took them to Deaton’s druid cabinet and pointed to the mountain ash bottle. Scott’s eyes went wide as she did this and he looked at Deaton.

“You told her?” Scott asked in disbelief.

“No, she figured it out. How do you think I’ve been getting so many ashes? I certainly can’t burn all of those trees alone,” Deaton said. “I’ve tasked the three of you with getting me more tonight if you don’t mind.”

Stiles looked between Y/N and Deaton and then at Scott.

“Might be a little hard since I can’t even touch the stuff,” Scott scoffed and Y/N shook her head, then placed the nearly empty bottle in his hand. She raised her brows in a decisive manner at Scott and he let out a breath.

“Okay fine,” Scott said.

Stiles spoke up, “The full moon is tonight, shouldn’t Scott be staying inside and not burning trees?”

Deaton shook his head. “Scott has enough control of himself that I trust him to not kill the two of you. And mountain ash that is burned and bottled with an alpha is much more potent.”

“Alright.. where do we go?” Stiles asked.

“Y/N knows the way. Follow her,” Deaton said cryptically and left for the night. The three of them piled into Stiles’ car and Y/N drew him a map. Stiles smiled at her and felt compelled to get this girl to like him. He thought she was beautiful, but wished she would say more. He wanted to ask why she didn’t speak, but he figured on saving that for another time.

When they arrived at what seemed to be an abandoned road, Y/N motioned for Stiles to pull off into a small clearing just big enough for his car at the side of the road. The moon shined bright in Stiles’ car and the three of them exited. Y/N beckoned them to follow her and Stiles was slightly unnerved by the whole situation. After a few minutes of walking, he felt a hand on his upper arm that gently and comfortingly squeezed his bicep. He looked down to see Y/N smiled sweetly up at him and her hand attached to the feeling on his arm.

Stiles couldn’t help the heat that welled up on his cheeks and he smiled back down at her with a pat to her soft hand, “Thanks.”

Y/N led them a little bit farther into the woods until the trees began to look more uniformed and surrounded a pile of ashen ground. Off to the side of the black spot were a couple of bow saws, an axe, and a very large tarp. Y/N looked at them and picked up the axe and went to town on a smaller tree. Stiles looked at Scott and the two shrugged, then followed suit with the other tools.

“So, just out of curiosity… How many of these are we burning tonight?” Stiles asked after choosing a mid-size tree close to Y/N’s.

Y/N looked over at him and held up four fingers, then finished chopping down the tree. Stiles watched in awe as she dragged the tree over to the middle of the darkened ground.

When Scott and Stiles finished their trees, they copied her movements and placed the trees next to hers on the ground. Y/N handed a pack of matches to Scott and he examined them with furrowed brows.

“How do I light it? There’s no strike strip,” Scott said to her. She sighed and lifted Scott’s hands and pointed to his nails with raised and expectant brows.

Scott nodded and let his claws out once she had removed her hands from his striking distance. She then turned to Stiles and pointed to the tree next to the ones that they had cut down with a questioning look in her eye. Stiles nodded and walked over to the tree with her and they each took one side of the saw Stiles had.

Within a few minutes, Scott had successfully started the fire and Y/N took a break to give him a toothy grin and a thumbs up. Stiles admired her smile and cheerful demeanor. Despite her not having said a word to him, he was very much starting to like her.

Stiles and Y/N worked well together, and the tree was down and added to the bonfire quickly. Stiles looked at her and held his hand up for them to share a high-five and Y/N looked elated to give his hand a gentle tap with hers. Once the fire was completely burned out, the three of them gathered several bottles full of the powder and used the nearby tarp to cover the remaining ashes. They then gathered the bottles in a bag for Scott to keep until tomorrow.

Suddenly, the clouds gave way and rain poured down on them. Y/N let out a small squeak of displeasure and the three of them ran back to Stiles’ jeep and piled in the car. Scott shook his hair out and Y/N sat still in the car. Stiles turned the heat on to alleviate some of the harsh cold that the rain had made all of them feel and drove back to the animal clinic.

~*~

Stiles decided to volunteer more and more at the clinic with Scott. He was there every day for the rest of the week and even though Y/N hadn’t said a word to him, she did laugh at all of his jokes and the two got to know each other well. He even found out that they had a class together and cursed at himself for not noticing this sweet, kind, and compassionate girl before. Stiles decided that he liked her, and he liked her a lot. Stiles was determined to spend as much time with her as he could, so he went to work with Scott nearly every day.

During a slow time at the clinic, Stiles and Y/N were taking inventory. The room was quiet with them standing and working in comfortable silence, but the words burning behind Stiles’ lips became too much, and he spoke up.

“Can I ask you a personal question?” he said and looked at her with his whole body facing her.

She looked at him briefly with skepticism and curled her lips to the side before nodding slowly. Stiles found the face adorable and pushed down the urge to laugh and take her face in his hands.

“Why don’t you talk?” he asked her lowly. “I mean, you can, right?”

Y/N took a deep breath and began writing on a piece of paper. Once she was done, she handed it to Stiles. The swirly cursive was beautifully done, and Stiles read: ‘My voice is ugly.’

Astonished, Stiles gaped up at Y/N, who had since gone back to work filling out the forms. He found himself completely speechless and puzzled as to how she could think such a thing.

“Not a single part of you is ugly, Y/N. And even though I haven’t heard it, I’d bet a million dollars that your voice isn’t, either,” Stiles declared to her in a determined tone. He watched her stop working for a moment and bite her lip. He looked as she hid her face away from him, but he could see the redness on her cheeks and the smile that he had grown to love.

A few days later, Stiles couldn’t keep his mind off of Y/N and what she had said about herself. He wondered why she thought that and how long she had thought it. When he heard his phone ring he mentally prepared himself for another supernatural catastrophe, but he instead saw his dad’s name on the screen.

“What’s up, dad?” Stiles said and sat up.

“Hey, we’ve got a situation at the station and I want you to come down here to see if you can help. There’s a girl here who won’t say anything—her... well, just get here, okay?” Stiles heard his dad say, and before he even hung up, Stiles was in his car and ready to go.

When he arrived at the station, he saw a figure sitting in his father’s office.

“So what’s happened?” Stiles asked his dad.

“We found her walking to the station with this note, nearly hypothermic at this time of night and no jacket. She won’t speak—I think she’s traumatized, but she looks to be about your age, so I figured you might be able to help,” his dad said and handed Stiles an evidence bag with a note in the same curly handwriting that he attributed to Y/N: “My parents were attacked, I got away. Please help me.”

Stiles rushed into the office without a word and saw Y/N stand up and back away. He noticed that her shirt was blood-soaked and she had cuts and forming bruises littering her arms and head.

“Oh, Y/N,” Stiles said and rushed to bring her into a hug that she accepted. He held her close in his arms and gently sat her down.

“What happened, sweetheart?” Stiles asked her sweetly and kept a hand on her back.

Y/N looked up at him, panicked, and looked around the room.

“You know her, Stiles?” the sheriff asked.

“Yeah. She works with Scott and she’s got math with me,” Stiles said without taking his eyes off of Y/N. He looked at her panicked face and grabbed a pen and pad of paper from his father’s desk, then handed the tools to her with skeptical eyes from his father.

“Here, you don’t have to speak, but please let us know what happened,” Stiles said to her and she nodded, then wrote down a sentence and held it up to the sheriff.

“No, honey, you’re not in trouble. My deputies determined it to be an animal attack,” he said. “But until the detective’s report, we need to treat it like an open investigation, so do you think you can give me a statement about what happened?”

Y/N nodded and began to write through tears: “I don’t know exactly what happened. I was downstairs doing the dishes and I heard my mom scream, which startled me and I broke the glass in my hand, then ran upstairs. I have no idea where my dad was, but my mom was on the bed covered in blood. I ran over to help, but then I heard the closet door open. I have no idea who or what threw me down the stairs, but as soon as I woke up, I started to run here. I didn’t know what else to do. That’s all I can remember.”

Stiles rubbed her back as she handed he pad of paper to the sheriff. He looked at her with sympathy and then read her note, nodding a few times.

“Is it just you and your mom at home?” he asked. Y/N reached for the paper again after shaking her head.

After the conversation ended, Stiles found himself pulling her into his arms and holding her hands as they sat on the bench in the office. He noticed Y/N had stopped crying for the moment and goosebumps form on her arms.

“Are you cold?” Stiles asked her and she nodded.

Stiles huffed and then let go of her for only a moment to take his hoodie off. Once he did, he handed it to her and she looked utterly shocked.

“I know it’s got my name on the back, but it’ll help you warm up,” Stiles said to her with a smile. Y/N smiled gratefully and pulled on the maroon colored lacrosse sweatshirt.

“Thank you,” he heard come from her mouth in a quiet voice. Stile’s heart sang and he smiled widely at her.

“Someone owes me a million dollars,” he joked with her.

She cracked a small smile, and Stiles couldn’t believe how beautiful her voice was. He had thought about how her voice might sound extensively, but he wasn’t quite right. At this point, though, it didn’t matter. What mattered to Stiles was that Y/N felt safe.

“Okay, I just got word that your mom is staying overnight in the hospital and you can visit her in the ICU tomorrow. No luck with your dad yet, I’m sorry to say,” Stiles’ dad said as he entered the room.

Stiles bit his lip as Y/N looked up and nodded her head with a smile to thank him. He then suggested, “You can stay with us if you want? Just for tonight, or longer if you need…”

The sheriff nodded. “Yeah. Any friend of Stiles’ is welcome.”

Y/N’s eyes went wide and she held her hands up and shook her head. Stiles took her hands in his and looked at her.

“I insist. Please stay with me,” Stiles said in a pleading tone.

Y/N bit her lip, then looked at Stiles and nodded with a ceding smile. Stiles smiled widely and led her out to his jeep with their hands still holding tight to each other. When they reached Stiles’ house, he looked over at Y/N. She seemed to be totally lost in thought and stiles smiled at how much he loved seeing her in his sweatshirt. He reached over and gently placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Hey, we’re here,” he said to her quietly and gently. She smiled slightly and nodded once she was pulled from the far reaches of her mind, then got out of his car. Butterflies rapidly multiplying in his stomach, they walked into his house and Stiles showed her where everything was and started to get a few clothing options ready for her. She looked around his room with an unreadable expression on her face and then her eyes fell on Stiles, who had placed three piles of clothes out for her to wear to bed.

“I, um… figured you’d want to get out of those. I can put them in the wash for you, I’ve gotten pretty good at… getting dried blood out of clothes,” Stiles offered with a shy smile. Y/N nodded and smiled slightly, then pointed to the bathroom door.

“Oh! Um, yeah, go ahead. You can shower too if you want, there’s plenty of soap and.. yeah,” Stiles rambled. Y/N gently picked up a pile from Stiles’ bed and smiled at him as she went into the bathroom. He put the other two piles to the side and then collapsed onto his bed with a heavy sigh.

He became lost in thought as he heard the shower run and hoped that Y/N was feeling alright. He knew that she had just gone through something terrible and frightening, but he was grateful that she was okay, and that he could keep her safe at least for tonight. He had a hunch that her father’s disappearance was somehow linked to the supernatural, but he decided to save that for a later date. For now, he remembered her voice—the two simple words she had spoken barely above a whisper echoed in his mind like voices in a cave. He felt an overwhelming sense of pride that she had trusted him enough to let him hear her voice and he couldn’t help but smile at his accomplishment. The butterflies in his stomach returned just as she emerged from the bathroom wearing a pair of his sweatpants and the grey shirt he had provided with them.

“Do you feel any better?” he asked her softly, trying to focus his attention on anything other than how much he loved seeing her in his clothes.

She nodded and sent him a smile that he learned to place as her ‘thank you.’ Stiles nodded back and decided to start setting up his bed for her and placing himself in his reclining chair.

“You can take my bed, and I’ll be right here,” he said and began to spread a blanket over the chair. Before he could, though, he felt her gentle hands on his arm and she pulled him towards her. His face heated up and he looked into her eyes; found fear and the need for security resided in her gaze, and Stiles decided that he would be the one to calm her.

They sat on the bed together and Stiles looked at her with an awe he hadn’t felt before. He led the pair beneath his comforter, shut off the bedside lamp, and they laid there quietly for a moment, not touching each other, until Stiles heard the quiet whimpers that Y/N emitted.

“Oh, darling… shh, it’s alright,” Stiles soothed. Without thinking but acting on instinct, he pulled her into his chest and rubbed her back gently. He placed a kiss to the top of her head as she cried against him. After a moment, he felt her pull away from him slightly and he could see through his moonlit room that her eyes were on him. He made out the soft features of her face and traced a finger along her cheek to move a damp piece of hair out of the way. She wasn’t crying nearly as hard, but she was trembling and whimpering enough for Stiles to act.

He held her face in his hands and gently leant in to plant a meaningful kiss onto her plump and soft lips. He felt her surprise and pulled away from her with a panicked look.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I just… Oh god, I just wanted you to calm down and not be sad, I wasn’t—” Stiles began his spastic ramble, but he felt Y/N hold a finger to his lips.

“I like you,” he heard her voice in the dim light. Stiles’ heart soared at her words and he pulled her closer.

“I like you too,” Stiles said and let his forehead rest against hers. “And that includes your voice.”

Y/N shook her head playfully and gave his nose a short peck. He smiled and turned on his back with her in his arms still. Y/N rested her head against his chest and Stiles ran his fingers through her damp locks.

“You know, I like you wearing my clothes…” Stiles mentioned to her and he felt her head lean up to look at him. He smiled down at her, “Keep the hoodie, would you? Want everyone to know you’re mine now.”

#stiles x reader

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My Review of Happy Sugar Life

#happy sugar life #satou matsuzaka #shio koube #asahi koube #shouko hida #taiyou mitsuboshi #daichi kitaumekawa #satou's aunt #anime review

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Another Light

Tagging: Finn, Rachel, friends & family Location: Finn & Rachel’s House Notes: After a troubling time, Finn and Rachel finally have something to celebrate.

Rachel was so thrilled to be home. She really had never even gotten the chance to even enjoy the new home they had just bought together. Honestly, they had been in the house for less than a month before she was stuck in the hospital for almost every day. And even if she was home after treatment, it wasn't like she was doing much resting -- she was usually stuck getting sick in their bed for days. However, after experimental treatment that actually worked and spending another very long few weeks in the hospital, she was finally feeling more like herself. She wasn't one hundred percent and she knew that she wouldn't be for a while, but she felt more like herself and she finally felt like a mom again. Plus, well, she finally felt like a wife again. Rachel smiled as Charlotte waddled over to her, her hands outstretched with a smile on her lips. Rachel picked her up and held her on her lap as she looked to Olivia who was braiding her hair. She still wasn't as strong as she was, but she felt more and more normal every single day that she was home. As Olivia finished running a hairbrush through the hair that wasn't braided, Rachel stood up with Charlotte in her arms and offered her friend a smile. "Thanks. I used to love when people played with my hair, so it's nice to have that again," She laughed softly, rubbing Charlotte's back. "Oh, you know that I'll play with your hair any time. It's kind of my thing," She teased before starting to walk downstairs with Rachel. As she saw Ryan run across the room with a toy in his hand. "Ryan, be careful." She said as he tripped slightly before catching himself and continuing to run. "God, I live in a mad house sometimes. I guess that's what I get for having a boy first." She said before moving towards where she saw Finn standing. "Babe, your son is crazy." Rachel looked up at him and smiled before laughing softly, shaking her head. She only pulled away from him slightly to put Charlotte down onto the ground, letting her go play with her brother. "Play nice," She told her before running a hand over her hair, watching her walk away. "I'm sad I missed her first walking but... she's definitely moving around amazing now." Rachel stood up fully again and went to run a hand through her hair, the feeling still feeling incredibly foreign. She was so incredibly glad for her friend and her talents, especially when Olivia always tried to do her best to make her feel normal and to feel comfortable.

Finn was so thankful that Rachel was home again. He didn't know how they had gotten so lucky for a new treatment to put Rachel back in remission but he knew he'd be grateful for it every single day. While he recovery hadn't been an easy road, every day she seemed more like herself and finally all of them were starting to heal. It felt good to have Rachel home again, to be parents together again and while he knew mentally he wasn't exactly one hundred percent, he was feeling so much better with his wife by his side. Finn stood in the kitchen with Nathan, watching as his friend mixed together a bunch of liquor and juice in a giant bowl to make his famous punch for the little party they were having. Rachel was feeling back to normal and he knew a little get together with their friends and family would help with that more than anything. "When are you proposing to Liv?" Finn asked his friend with a smirk on his face. "Soon. I'm gonna need your help with the whole... organizing a romantic evening but, I'm gonna do it soon,"Nathan said with a smile, Finn smiling back at his friend before he looked over at Ryan and Ellie who were running around the living room. "Two two better slow it down," he said with a laugh, him watching as Ellie immediately stopped running while Ryan continued. "See, it's your kid that's a bad influence," Nathan said with a laugh. When Rachel and Olivia made their way downstairs, Finn looked over at his wife and his eyes widened. "Wow," he said softly. "And I know. Our son has too much energy. We're gonna have to get him into sports." Finn watched as she placed Charlotte down and he smiled softly before he looked into her eyes. "She definitely is," he repeated softly before he reached forward to run his hand through the ends of her hair. "Wow. This looks so real - like your normal hair." Finn smiled before he met her gaze, him leaning forward to press a kiss to her lips. "You look beautiful," he breathed out as he pulled away. "Are you excited for tonight? Ian's gonna be here, Rupert said he'd stop by. And obviously my mom and Burt are coming too. There's some more of your friends coming but I tried to keep it small, I don't want you feeling overwhelmed or anything. I know how some people can be," he said as he draped his arm over her shoulder and tugged her closer to him.

Rachel looked at Finn as he talked about getting Ryan into sports. "Yeah, I know. He needs something. Maybe there's like... a soccer league for little kids out here. Or like... maybe baseball or something. I don't know. We'll find something. I'm sure he'd be happy doing anything where he's running around and being active. He loves doing anything," She said with a soft laugh. As she felt Finn run his fingers through her hair, she smiled gently before leaning to meet him for a kiss. "Mm, I know. It really does look real. I'm really happy to have actual hair. I missed it. Now you have your actual wife back and not your wife stuck in a beanie every day." Obviously, she knew that Finn didn't care and he'd honestly love her in anything -- he'd probably still think she looked beautiful if she wore a plastic trash bag. "I'm excited, yes. I mean, I appreciate you keeping it small because you know that everyone is going to want to talk and it's just... a lot of clean up, too. So i'll be good to talk to everyone but also keep it small." Rachel did want to see her friends, yes, but she also wanted time to just relax with a small amount of people. Leaning her head against Finn for a moment as she grew comfortable in his side, she let a soft sigh escape her lips. "It'll be nice to see Ian. He stopped by the hospital a few times, but he's busy with shows and stuff so it'll be nice to actually talk to him again. And knowing him and that punch I see behind you, he's probably going to need to stay here because he'll get too drunk," She said with a soft chuckle before standing up a little straighter next to Finn and wrapping an arm around him. "Thank you for getting this all together. I mean, I know I helped some but... thanks for setting stuff up. I appreciate it." Rachel looked to Nathan for a moment and felt a teasing smirk rise on her face. "So how drunk are you trying to get everyone today? Is your concoction over there three quarters liquor or is there actually juice in it?" She asked with a laugh. "You know how he is. If you drank one cup of that you'd probably be tipsy, Rachel," Olivia said as she stood next to Nathan, nudging him playfully.

Finn laughed softly as Rachel spoke. "I know you missed it. But I've always had my real wife, beanie or not." It made him happy to know that Rachel was looking forward to everyone coming over because he knew the past year for them had been a lot. Everything had happened so quickly with her cancer and while she was better now, they weren't out of the woods yet. He knew little things still exhausted her and that was exactly why he knew he'd be by her side to make sure everything was alright. "You're not cleaning anything up. I can take care of it. I just want you to have fun tonight and not worry about anything," he said softly as he looked down at her. As Rachel leaned her head against him as she cuddled closer into his side, Finn pressed a kiss to the top of her head and smiled softly. "Ian is definitely excited to see you. And honestly probably excited to drink," he said with a laugh. "You don't have to thank me, babe. I'd do anything for you. You know that." As she turned her attention to Nathan, Finn smiled at his friend. "I mean, Olivia's not wrong. There's a shit load of alcohol in here but that's just because it's my job to keep this party a party. We're not thirty yet. We're still partying like we're twenty-one whether you like it or not." Finn couldn't help but laugh at Nathan's words, him shaking his head. "Oh yeah, we're gonna get wasted with our kids all here running around. Face it, man, we're parents now. Partying like that without a babysitter doesn't exist anymore." Nathan narrowed his eyes at him and immediately started filling himself up a cup of punch. "It exists when me and Liv are spending the night in your guest room and don't have to go back into the city tonight. I am going to enjoy this party," Nathan said before he started sipping on his drink. "You drinking tonight, man?" Nathan asked him. Finn immediately shook his head, his gaze falling down to the punch before he met his friends gaze. "Nah. I'm taking a break from drinking again. I just... I don't want to drink until I have my head totally on straight," he explained before he looked down at Rachel. "Plus, it would distract me from focusing on my super sexy wife," he said playfully as he slid his hand dangerously low on her back. "Yeah, okay, that's completely not true. You drunk is somehow more obsessed with Rachel than you sober."

Rachel knew that Nathan honestly could probably drink the entire bowl of punch and only be slightly drunk because he somehow was able to consume absurd amount of alcohol. "Hey, me being sick has literally aged me like twenty years. When people start asking me how old I am, I'm gonna start saying thirty," She said with a soft laugh. "Plus having two kids probably took ten years off of Finn and I's lives. We're basically middle aged now," She explained with a laugh. Rachel was definitely happy to have their kids and she was so happy to have Finn by her side, but with everything they had been through, she definitely felt like they were so much older. As Finn's hand moved down her back, she looked up at him and she let a small smirk rise at the corner of her lip. "He has a point. You kind of are even more obsessed with me when you're drunk," She whispered before she leaned up to kiss him, her fingers tightening on the fabric of his shirt for a moment before she pulled away and stood next to him again. "Finn and I will be very sober. But feel free to have all that you want. And Olivia, if you want something that's not his punch, Finn and I have plenty of wine from when we got it all with housewarming gifts. Maybe one day in a few months, we can get really wine drunk and do something fun. But I'm definitely not ready to be drinking anything yet. I think if I did, I'd probably have one glass and fall asleep so I'm not exactly fun yet," She said with a soft laugh before she moved her hand over Finn's back and moved her hand under his shirt slightly to run against his bare skin. "I'm just honestly excited to use this house for what we got it for. We wanted to have friends and family over all of the time and now we finally get to actually live in our home. It feels good to have a home now with... kids running around and family stopping by." Pausing for a moment, she turned more towards Finn in his arms, looking up at him. "Do you know what time your mom and Burt are coming? Knowing Ian he'll show up early because he always does."

Finn nodded in agreement as Rachel spoke. After everything they had been through, he definitely felt older than he was and he couldn't help but forget sometimes that he was still in his twenties. As Rachel spoke, he couldn't help but smirk before they shared a soft kiss. "I mean, can you blame me for being obsessed with you. You're perfect," he told her. "You two wine drunk will be entertaining," he said with a laugh as he looked between Rachel and Olivia. It made him so happy that they were such close friends because while he knew Rachel had always had him and Nathan, he knew it made her happy to have a close girl friend in her life. When he felt Rachel's hand slip beneath the fabric of his shirt, he looked down at her with a small smile on his face as he kept her close to him. They were that couple that always had to be touching each other in some way and while he knew some people found that annoying, he really didn't care. Being close to Rachel like this brought him so much comfort, especially after being so terrified of losing her for so long. "It does feel good to finally feel like our house is a home. I was just kind of... existing here on my own with the kids for a while and it didn't really feel like home until you came back." When she asked him when his mom and Burt were coming, he glanced over at the clock on the stove before looking back down at her. "Probably in like a half hour. I told them five but I'm sure my mom wanted to make some huge meal or dessert to bring with her so they'll be late," he said with a laugh. It was only a few minutes later that their friends started to show up - first Ian just as Rachel had predicted before some more of their friends started trickling in. Finn was happy to have their friends and family over and while he still wasn't totally one hundred percent mentally, he was trying his best to let himself relax and enjoy these moments. "You sure you don't want anything to drink?" Nathan asked him, Finn turning to his friend and shaking his head. "Nah, I'm good, man. I don't feel like drinking is a good idea until I'm like... totally better," he said, his friend nodding understandingly. Before they could say anything else, Charlotte toddled over to him and held her arms up, clearly overwhelmed by the amount of people who had entered the house. "Daddy, up," she said softly, him smiling as he leaned down to scoop her up into his arms. "There's a lot of people here, huh?" he said softly as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Believe me, I know it can be a little overwhelming." Finn smiled as he held her in his arms, him filling up a sippy cup of water for her as he listened to their friends happily greet Rachel.

Rachel honestly was happy to have her friends and family here. It was nice to just have time to relax and time to catch up with everyone after it felt like forever since she was able to have an actual conversation with everyone. Sure, she was positive that she wouldn't be up that late tonight and she'd probably be exhausted after tonight, but it would definitely be worth it. As people started arriving, she went to let them in and she smiled as she let people in, her hugging Ian tightly. "You gotta stop scaring everyone," He laughed, her shaking her head and smiling up at him. "Yeah, yeah. Sorry. I'll try to tell my body to get it's shit together. How have you been?" They started talking together and Rachel went to let other people in, her quickly trying to catch up with everyone as she let them in. When Carole walked in after a few moments, she smiled and heard Ryan's voice immediately. "Grandma!" He said happily, running up to her. "Ryan, let her get inside. She has her hands full. Here, let me take something," She said, grabbing the bag she had and the dish that she was carrying. "I think Finn is in the kitchen," Rachel explained, a smile on her lips. "That's where he was before, anyway." Rachel started walking towards the kitchen, looking back and seeing Ryan talking excitedly to Carole. "Your mom'll get to you eventually," She said with a soft laugh, putting the couple of things she had in her hands onto the counter. "Ryan kind of attacked her the second she walked in." Looking to Charlotte in Finn's arms, she smiled before leaning forward to kiss the side of her head. "Hi, sweetheart. Are you hanging with daddy?" She asked him, rubbing her back gently. "Ian is already talking to me about getting to work again," She said with a soft chuckle, shaking her head playfully. "I told him to wait until the party is over to talk to me about doing anything like that again." Rachel moved around Finn to grab a handful of chips from the counter before starting to eat them slowly. Ryan started running over to them, smiling. "Didn't dad tell you to not run around the house today?" She asked him, her leaning down to pick him up. "Wow, you feel bigger and bigger every day," She said dramatically as she picked him up and held him on her hip. "You're going to be as tall as daddy soon if you keep growing so fast."

Finn handed Charlotte her sippy cup and he smiled as Rachel walked into the kitchen. "Ever since we had kids I've become my mom's last priority," he said with a laugh. When she talked to Charlotte, he couldn't help but smile at the two of them. "She's a little overwhelmed by all the people. I think it makes her feel more comfortable to be at my level so she can see everything easier." As she talked about Ian wanting her to get back to work, he couldn't help but smile. "I mean, right now might be a little soon but you definitely have to get back to Broadway. I'm sure Ian and Rupert are just waiting to get you into their next show." When Ryan hurried over to them, Finn smiled softly at his son. "I keep telling him if he keeps eating his vegetables he might even be taller than me," he said, a laugh escaping his lips when Ryan smiled excitedly. "Oh, there's my little angel," Carole said as she moved into the kitchen, setting some food down before she moved to take Charlotte from his embrace, the little girl immediately clinging to her Grandma. "It's good to see you too, mom," he said with a laugh. "Of course I'm happy to see you, Finn," she said with a smile. "Oh, I'm sure," he said teasingly before he moved over to Rachel and Ryan. "How are you feeling, babe?" he asked Rachel softly. "Not too many people, right?" he asked her. While Finn obviously wanted her to see all of her friends and their family, he also understood that too many people could be a little overwhelming and that was the last thing he wanted her to feel. He smiled softly at her before he shifted his gaze to Ryan, running his hand through his son's hair. "Mommy's okay, Daddy," Ryan told him, causing a small smile to tug up at the corner of his lips. "I know, buddy. Me and you are always gonna take care of Mommy and Charlotte, right?" he said, laughing softly when Ryan nodded eagerly. "Sorry if I'm a little overprotective tonight, Rach. It's just... gonna take me time to remember you're feeling better," he told her.

Rachel laughed gently at Finn's words and looked at Ryan. "Oh, maybe. But I don't know, if you guys are both like... a foot taller than me, I'm gonna feel pretty short. Even Charlotte is probably going to be taller than me, Finn." She laughed gently. As Carole walked into the kitchen, she grinned slightly at her words, knowing that the older woman was definitely obsessed with her grandchildren. However, Rachel was positive that the woman had been waiting for grandkids since her and Finn had gotten together again after he got out of the army. Rachel was more than happy to have kids and she had always wanted that with Finn, but she was definitely done with actually carrying children. As Finn turned his attention to her, she looked up at him and smiled gently. "Babe, I'm fine." There weren't even that many people, but she knew that Finn would always be worried about making her overwhelmed. As Ryan spoke, she rubbed his back gently. "Yeah. Mommy's okay. And you don't need to apologize, babe. I know that you're worried about me. I'm not feeling one hundred percent, but I feel a lot better and I'm fine just hanging around a party all night. It's low key, so I'm fine." It was going to be hard to be up all night without relaxing, but she knew that she'd just sleep really well tonight. "I might want to sit down for a little later, but I'm fine. I mean, don't worry too much, okay?" She told him, leaning over to kiss him gently before pulling away and leaning to kiss Ryan's forehead. "I want to hold you, buddy but you definitely keep forgetting how big you are," She laughed before putting him down and keeping him close to her side, gently holding the back of his head as he held onto her leg. "I'm happy to have everyone here, but I'm also gonna be happy to just have some time alone with you tonight, too. Plus, I mean, everyone knows I'm not exactly fully myself and no one is going to like... overstay their welcome, you know? I mean, if people drink a little too much, they can stay, but I'm pretty sure the only people who would actually stay is your mom and Burt and Nathan and Olivia. So I mean, I'm not worried about people sticking around here until after ten PM," She said with a soft chuckle. "We've both been void of all adult conversation for a while that didn't include medical talk, so it'll be good to have everyone here."

Finn nodded when Rachel said that she was fine. He knew she was - he did - but that didn't take away the fact that he was always going to be worrying about her. Ever since she had gotten sick the first time he had been overprotective and he knew that was probably never going to go away after all they had been through. "I'll try but you know it's not easy," he said with a soft laugh before they kissed. He watched as she set Ryan down and he nodded as she spoke. "Yeah, I think the only people staying here are Nathan and Olivia, honestly. Not because of Liv but because you know Nathan plans on getting drunk tonight and there's no way she's lugging him all the way back into the city," he said with a laugh. He knew that they were still adjusting to feeling normal again and while he obviously wanted to have fun, it was difficult for him to switch out of concerned husband mode. "Alright. Let's get back to everyone," he said softly. "And Ryan, I'm sure Ellie is looking for you. Just make sure you two calm it down a little bit," he said. Finn slipped his arm gently around Rachel as he walked back into the living room with her, him pulling away from her for a moment to say hello to everyone. "It's good to have you guys back and for things to feel normal again," Ian said, Finn nodding in agreement. "I know. It almost doesn't feel real, honestly." As he spent a few moments talking to friends and catching up with everyone, he felt himself getting a little exhausted mentally and he moved to sit down on the couch. When Ellie walked over to him, he couldn't help but smile at his niece. "Uncle Finn, I wanna play," she said, her climbing onto the couch beside him. "You've been playing with Ryan all day long and you still want to play? You're crazy, El," he told her before he tickled her side, him laughing as she squealed happily. When Ryan ran over to him as well, Finn laughed as he entertained both kids, knowing that he was grateful for them providing a little distraction from his negative thoughts.

Rachel walked back towards everyone with Finn as he wrapped his arm around her. She loved being so close to him and she knew that she just didn't want to let go of him for the rest of her life. Sometimes, she really didn't know how after everything, they still had each other but she was so happy to have him and she didn't plan on losing him. Plus, well, she knew that Finn would never plan on leaving her or hurting her, especially with how much he needed her all of the time. She loved him for it and she loved that they both needed each other so much. They were truly very dependent on each other, but not in a bad way. "It definitely is good to have things normal again. As normal as they can be," She said to Ian, a small smile on her lips. Rachel continued speaking with Ian and she laughed as he told her a joke. "Where's your company? Finn and I need to set you up with someone so you don't come to these parties alone all of the time." Ian rolled his eyes playfully and chuckled. "I don't want to instantly get married like you guys did. Plus, I'll make it work eventually. I've been on a few dates, so you know, I'm getting there." He laughed gently, looking at her with a small smile. "And hey, I'm trying to get in another show after my run in the one I'm in now is over. And all I'm saying is that I better be performing with you again. Rupert is already plotting, so you better convince Finn that you're better." Rachel laughed at his words and shook her head. "He's always going to be way too concerned about me. But I would go back now if I could. I miss being busy. I love being with the kids, but it's definitely a change to be working every day to not doing anything. And I'd definitely love to perform again. Do another show that's a dream of mine, maybe." She said, her shrugging. Rachel continued to speak with him before she walked around and talked to a few more people, her moving to see Finn sitting with the kids. Rachel went to sit on the arm of the couch next to Finn and she went to run a hand through his hair. "Are you tiring out before me?" She said with a soft smirk, her hand moving to rest on his shoulder.

Finn kept his focus on the kids and he couldn't help but feel like they were really what made all of them feel like such a close family. Despite everything they had been through like Rachel's sickness and losing her fathers, somehow as a family they had all managed to stay so strong and he knew he was so grateful for that. When Rachel moved over to him, he couldn't help but smile softly at her, his eyes meeting hers as she ran her hand through his hair. "Oh, I'm not tiring out. It's not possible when I have these two jumping on me," he said as he gestured to Ryan and Ellie who had found another toy to occupy themselves with. "I think this is as big of a shock for me as it is for you. In different ways, obviously but, you know what I mean." Finn smiled softly as he looked into Rachel's eyes before he leaned in to press a kiss to her lips. A content sigh escaped his lips as he pulled away and he knew that her closeness helped him relax in a way that really wasn't possible without her. It scared him sometimes, how much he needed her, but he knew that they both needed each other equally and after all they had been through, they were really the only ones who understood one another. "I can tell already that Ian is trying to get you back on Broadway," he said with a smile. "I'm excited to see you back on stage again when you feel ready for that. Plus, now the kids will be able to see you and really get excited about it all. They're going to love every second of it." Finn wanted Rachel to go back to Broadway and keep achieving her dreams, especially when he knew there was no way she was finished with it just yet. Before he could say anything else, Nathan plopped down on the couch on the other side of him and he couldn't help but laugh at his friend who was clearly already drunk. "You know what? This was a great idea - this... this party. It's great. And you guys are my favorite people, you know? Besides Ellie and Olivia, obviously. I hope that me and Liv will be like you guys when we get married," he said drunkenly, Finn's eyes immediately widening. "Dude, you're going to spoil your own proposal if you keep talking like that all night," he said softly to his friend who simply laughed as he leaned back into the couch.

Rachel leaned slightly to press a kiss to Finn's lips, her smiling as pulled away and looked at him. She loved him so much and she just wanted to spend all of her time with him. Rachel wouldn't care if she had to spend every single day of her life just right in his side, because she would. Rachel and him had just been through so much and it was easy to just get used to spending all of their time together. In fact, Rachel was pretty positive that she'd be bored or lonely if they weren't constantly speaking or seeing each other. "Yeah. I'm excited to have them see me on stage when I start another show. They'll hopefully be really excited. I think Ryan will be really excited and actually be able to sit through the show without being distracted, but Charlotte is probably still a little too young to really... I don't know. Really sit and watch. I know she'd love it, though." She said, offering him a smile as she ran a hand through her hair. "I'm probably going to start again soon. I mean, I feel good enough to sit around and just rehearse, but I can't start pulling ten or twelve hour days just yet, but... everything else is fine." She said with a small shrug. As Nathan started talking, she grinned. "You're going to ask soon?" She said, smiling. "She's gonna be so excited. You have to tell me when you're going to ask, because I have to go with her to get her nails done and get her in the perfect outfit and everything," She explained seeing Nathan nod drunkenly. "She's gonna look so perfect in a wedding dress, you know? She looks perfect in anything though," He said drunkenly, Rachel laughing gently. When she saw Olivia approaching them with a water in her hands, she hit Nathan slightly to get him to shut up before she spoke excitedly. "Hi, Olivia." Rachel smiled as Olivia sat down next to Nathan, her resting her hand on her leg. "Am I gonna have to put you to bed already? I'm gonna have to take care of you and Ellie tonight," She teased, rubbing his leg. "You probably will. He's really drunk already. And I'm definitely not taking care of him," She chuckled. "I have two kids and a husband to take care of, so... you're on Nathan and Ellie duty. So... basically two children." Rachel moved off of the arm of the couch and went to sit mostly on Finn's lap, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to keep herself close to him. "The kids are being quiet now. I hope that means that they're getting tired and not causing trouble."

Finn laughed softly as Rachel told Nathan to let her know when he was going to propose to Olivia so she could take her to get her nails done and everything. "You won't need to ask him, Rach. I'm planning it so I'll let you know," he said with a laugh. When Olivia moved over to them, Finn was relieved that Rachel smacked Nathan to get him to shut up about getting married when he hadn't even proposed yet. "Yeah, you have your work cut out for you tonight, Liv," he said with a laugh as he looked from her to Nathan. "I guess I made my punch too strong," Nathan mumbled as he looked up at Olivia before he took the glass of water from her hands, him clutching it tightly as he took a sip. "And no puking, Nate," he told his friend before he focused on Rachel as she moved onto his lap. Finn slipped his arm around her waist and smiled as he looked into her eyes. "My mom is here, my bet is that they're trying to find a way to get her to sneak them extra desserts," he told her. "And if you're wondering where Charlotte is, my mom and Burt haven't put her down yet." Finn couldn't help but laugh as he ran his hand gently up and down along Rachel's back. "Either way, I think the kids are going to sleep really well tonight from playing all day long." Finn ran his hand up her back and smiled for a moment as he played with the ends of her hair. "I still can't get over this instant long hair thing, it's crazy," he said softly. "I don't know if we should stay here tonight, Liv. The way they're talking, they're gonna be fucking," Nathan said, his words slurring together slightly, causing Olivia to laugh. "I mean, we're in our own home so we can do whatever we want but you're acting like our guest room is in our room, Nate. It's not the old apartment with paper thin walls." Finn laughed and shook his head before he focused back on Rachel, him pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. He pulled away from her for a moment and smiled before going in for another kiss but before he could, he felt a tiny hand grab onto the fabric of his pants and when he turned his head to see Charlotte, he couldn't help but smile. "She's tired of us now. She wanted Mommy and Daddy," Carole said with a laugh as she watched them before looking to Nathan. "How is he drunk already?" she asked, causing him to simply shrug as he glanced over at his friend before helping Charlotte up onto the couch with them.

Rachel nodded at Finn's words and couldn't help but laugh. "That's true. I mean, I don't blame them. I'm pretty sure we all used to beg our grandmas for extra dessert and they always used to slip us twenty dollar bills," She laughed, her rubbing her hand along his shoulder slightly. "They definitely will sleep amazing tonight, though. Whenever Ryan is with Ellie, he always sleeps amazingly. She tires him out but he doesn't want to stop playing so he has trouble keeping his eyes open at night. We'll probably find him sleeping on some couch tonight and we'll have to carry him to bed." She told Finn, shrugging. As he spoke about her hair, she smiled. "I'm happy she did it. And I mean... I had really short hair, but she's basically a pro at any and anything hair, so it's... it's a lot nicer than a wig. I hate wigs and they're always so hot and itchy. But this... looks and feels like real hair, so I mean, it makes me feel instantly ten percent better than I did before. And Nate, you know that we didn't care if we fucked when you were in the room next to us or not, so we're definitely not going to care now." As Charlotte approached them, Rachel smiled gently at her daughter and watched as Finn helped her up on the couch. "He started before anyone even got here. And I mean, he's staying here with Olivia so he wanted to take advantage of the situation. I don't blame him," Rachel chuckled before running a hand through her hair slightly. "And I never said, but you look beautiful. Did you do that?" Carole asked, looking to Olivia. The younger girl nodded and Rachel smiled gently. "I think Finn will be in shock for a while. My hair hasn't been this long since before I've gotten sick. Even before I got sick for the second time, my hair was only this long," Rachel said, gesturing to a spot on her chest. "I like it. It makes me feel normal again." Pausing for a moment, she looked up at Carole. "How much sugar did you give the kids? Are Finn and I going to be able to get them to sleep tonight?" Carole chuckled and shook her head. "Not that much, don't worry. Ryan already looked like he could sleep. And Charlotte just kept asking for you two so we figured that we'd give in. And we were going to try and start cleaning up a little for you guys in case you wanted to get to sleep eventually. And I think I'll get rid of the punch since I can see that he doesn't need anymore," Carole said with a soft laugh. Rachel grinned and nodded. "Yeah. He definitely doesn't need anymore. Olivia would probably kill him if he had anything else to drink."

Finn nodded in agreement as Rachel told his mom that Nathan had been drinking since before anyone had arrived since he was staying the night with Olivia and Ellie. "I'm definitely going to be in shock for a while. It's so weird how real it looks, you know? And the fact that you went front super short hair to super long hair so quick. But I really like it and I love it even more because I can tell how good you feel with it." When she asked his mom how much sugar she gave them kids, he let out a small sigh of relief when she said she hadn't given them too much. "Mom, you don't have to start cleaning up, I can take care of it once everyone leaves," he told her. "Finn Hudson, you should know by now that no matter what I'm going to help you both clean up and cook and everything else whenever I'm here because I want to. You just take care of Rachel and my grand-kids - that's your job," she said, causing him to laugh. "I feel like I'm in trouble like when I was younger." Finn smiled at his mom and watched as she headed off towards the kitchen to dispose of Nathan's punch before he focused on Charlotte. "Did you just want to be with us, Char?" he asked her softly, him smiling as she climbed onto his lap, squished besides Rachel before she buried her head in his chest. "I have a feeling someone is going to be ready for sleep soon, honestly," he said softly as he looked at Rachel. "She's been really clingy since everyone got here. Ryan might look more like me but he's got the Rachel outgoing personality while mini-Rachel right here is definitely shy like I was," he said with a laugh as he ran his hand up and down along her back. "Ah, there you are, Rachel." Finn looked up from his daughter and smiled when he saw Rupert approaching them. "Hey Rupert, glad you could make it." "Good to see you too, Finn. I'm happy to come but even happier to talk to my new lead star - at least, I'm hoping you will be again soon," Rupert said as he looked at Rachel. Finn knew that her being better meant the whole Broadway world was eagerly anticipating her return and while he obviously wanted her to go back, he wanted her to be completely ready for it.

Rachel chuckled gently as Charlotte squished her way between the two of them, clearly exhausted. "Yeah. I mean, you're right. She may be my clone but she definitely is a little more shy. Ryan is gonna be a gentleman like you but he's probably gonna have my personality babe, hate to break it to you." She laughed gently, her leaning forward to kiss his cheek gently. Rachel went to run her hand over her daughter's arm before she heard a familiar voice, smiling gently at her old director. "Hi. Trying to recruit me for something already? I see you hired Ian to already try and butter me up. You know I want to start again, but I'm trying to enjoy some time with my family and I'm trying to enjoy the house that we bought and I never got to enjoy." Rachel said, a laugh escaping her lips. "Yeah, I know. I get that. Totally get that. But I mean, you'd look amazing in green, you know that? And just your luck, there's a recasting for Wicked and the casting director practically begged me to get you to talk to him about starting. And you're a Tony award winner who's still young and has her entire life ahead of her. All I'm saying is that you'd be getting paid big bucks and you could probably only perform like... three or four times a week. A few shows from now, you could be making people's yearly salaries in a month. I'm just trying to help you out. And I mean, if you're interested, Ian probably will be your Fiyero, so..." Rachel rolled her eyes playfully before she smiled. "You really are pulling out all the stops, huh? Even bringing Ian into this? You know I want to do Wicked so you're kind of forcing my hand. How long until it all starts?" She asked him, her playfully grabbing Charlotte's foot to make her daughter laugh. "Like... a month. But Rachel, you pretty much have every note memorized, you'd barely need to try. And you don't even need to travel into the city to audition, that would be silly." He said, sitting back on the chair that he had sat down on. "A month?" She said, looking over at him with a raise of her eyebrow. "Rupert, that's soon," Rachel laughed. "I just started staying at home again. I think Finn might have a heart attack if I go back to work already. I want to, believe me. And I'll probably do it, but Finn might have a freak out the second I come home from rehearsals and start falling asleep on the couch."

Finn looked at Rupert in surprise when he told Rachel that there was an opening in Wicked. He knew how badly she wanted that role and while he wanted it for her, he was scared to have her to back to work. It wasn't just the job but it was the traveling in and out of the city that he was also worried about. "A month?" he breathed out as he looked between Rachel and Rupert. "I'm already having a heart attack," he said, causing Rupert to laugh. "I'm sorry but you know how Broadway is. The casting director wants you but he's not going to sit here and wait around. You know how many people are lined up at those auditions dreaming of that opportunity. And you have it right here." Finn ran his hand up and down Charlotte's back as he tried to distract himself from just how scary it was thinking of Rachel going back to work so soon. "You have to do it, Rach," he said softly. "I mean, only if you feel ready, of course but you... that's one of your dream roles." Finn sighed softly as he looked at her before he looked back at their daughter who had shifted her gaze up towards him, her hand gripping onto the fabric of his shirt. "I swear, Rupert, you live to give me anxiety," he told the older man who laughed softly in response. Finn knew that they only lived a half hour away from the city but it was still scary for him to think of Rachel going from being bedridden for months to going there every single day and performing. Being on Broadway was a demanding schedule and he was scared of her going from so little to so much so quickly. "If you want something on Broadway too I can get that for you, Finn," Rupert told him. "No, no thanks Rupert. I appreciate it but that's not for me. I'm just... the whole music thing is good for me like mentally but I don't know if it's a good career for me," he said softly. "Since when?" Nathan piped up from beside him, Finn turning his head to look at his friend who still looked completely wasted. "I thought once Rachel was better you were gonna perform and stuff again." Finn just shook his head and looked away from Nathan, not wanting to deal with a serious conversation with his friend who was half conscious.

Rachel looked to Finn and rubbed his arm soothingly for a moment. "I mean, yeah, I'm gonna do it. Whether you said yes or not, because you know that I'd convince you," She laughed softly as she looked at him. "Yeah, I'll do it. Tell him he can call me or whatever with details and if he wants to meet me, he can." She said before looking to Charlotte for a moment who was holding onto Finn's shirt. "Sorry, Finn. You know I can't let her slip away. She's practically born to be on the stage, so I have to take advantage of whatever time I can." He said after Finn spoke, Rachel chuckling gently. "You really are going to give Finn a heart attack one day. But You have a point. I feel like every time that I haven't been sick, I've been on stage, so it's been crazy. Hopefully now I'm finished with all of that stuff and I can just... be healthy and focus on my career and stuff. Especially with the kids getting older and going to school eventually so I can not feel as bad about leaving them alone with someone to watch them." As Finn declined Rupert's offer, she offered Finn a small smile. "He wants a break," She said, trying to get them off of the conversation. "Plus, I don't think he wants to be on stage if it's not with me. But we can talk about it another time. I think Finn and I want to concentrate on not working right now and just enjoying our home. And vacationing with the kids to get our minds off of everything that just happened. But... yeah. Tell the director that I'm in and that we can talk about details over coffee or something." Rupert nodded and pulled out his phone to type something up quickly. "I'll have them write you up an offer and email it to you. I'm sure you won't be able to turn it down, not that you would." Rupert stood up after a moment and ran his hands over his pants to smooth out the wrinkles he had from sitting. "This is definitely the height of your career. Not that you still won't go far, because you will, but this is the role people will be thinking of when they think of you, you know? Definitely going to be a cast full of stars. Anyway, I have to go, I have to get home because I have a meeting early tomorrow morning. But thank you for agreeing. You won't regret your decision, I promise. I'll call you, Rachel." He said before saying goodbye and Rachel chuckling as he walked away, Ian quickly walking up and sitting where Rupert was. "So he sealed the deal? I figured he would. You kind of can't say no to him. I think he assumes that we're his little puppets and we'll never say no but the day he actually gets a no from one of his prized possessions is the day he definitely has a mental breakdown." Rachel shook her head and went to rub her hand over Charlotte's back gently. "Yeah. I mean, you have a point. I wouldn't want to say no anyway, not to that offer. I'm kind of nervous to see how much they actually offer me, so if Finn doesn't have an anxiety attack from me working all of the time, he'll definitely have one from the offer," She laughed, looking over at Finn.

Finn didn't necessarily want Rachel going into the city every day but he also wasn't going to stand in the way of anything that she wanted to do. He had never done that to her and he never would. Finn just kept his focus on Charlotte as Rachel spoke to Rupert, knowing that he just needed to distract himself until he could sit down and talk to her alone. "I guess we're going to put the vacationing on hold but that's alright because it wasn't going to happen for a little while anyway." When Rupert walked away, Finn looked up as Ian approached them and sat down in the spot he had vacated. "I have an anxiety attack over pretty much everything so don't worry," he said with a soft laugh. "I want you to take the role, obviously. It's just the uh, the traveling and going from one to one hundred that scares me a little bit. You just have to try and take it slow," he told her. Finn didn't want to let his over-protectiveness ruin her excitement for this new role but he really could feel himself getting worried about it. "The kids will definitely be excited to see you on stage. Ryan will really be excited," he said softly before he looked down at Charlotte. "She's pretty much out. I think I'm gonna get her in her bed so she can sleep so we have her already down before we have to get Ryan in bed," he said, him sliding Rachel off his lap and pressing a kiss to her cheek before he moved to get up. "I'll be right back." A sigh escaped his lips as he headed upstairs with Charlotte and he couldn't help but feel annoyed with himself for not being more excited about this opportunity for Rachel. He was so proud of her, he was, and he knew it was going to pay well but he was still terrified. A part of him figured it was just change itself that scared him, especially after such a terrifying experience with her being sick. He brought his focus back to Charlotte, changing her into her pajamas before he settled her into her bed, him pressing a kiss to her forehead before he started heading back downstairs. On the way down he saw Olivia helping Nathan up the stairs and he couldn't help but laugh. "Need help?" When she nodded, he laughed, going to grab Nathan's other arm before they walked him to the guest room. "You alright?" Olivia asked him as they helped Nathan onto the bed. "I might have been dealing with him but I heard the whole Broadway conversation," she said softly as they started walking back towards the stairs. "I'm okay. It's just a big change, you know? But it'll be fine. I just have to talk to Rachel about it later when we're alone, that's all." He could sense her looking at him doubtfully, but he kept his gaze on the floor before they headed back down the stairs and towards the couch. Finn moved to sit down besides Rachel again, him offering her a small smile. "Charlotte and Nathan are tucked into their beds," he said with a laugh.

Rachel continued some conversation with Ian while Finn disappeared to get Charlotte to bed. She talked eagerly about Broadway with Ian, feeling happy that all of this was really a reality again. Obviously, she knew that she'd be back on Broadway eventually -- she had to. It was all she really knew, and she didn't want to try and do anything else. Honestly, if she was going to ever have another job, she wouldn't know what to do other than teaching music or directing something. After school, it was impossible to think of ever taking another path. She was so happy to have kids, but now that they were getting old and she was done with being pregnant and actually carrying children, she was fine with going back to work knowing that they'd be fine without her looking over them twenty four seven. Of course, she didn't want some babysitter watching them all of the time, but Rachel knew that they'd be fine with going to day care or to school eventually. As Finn approached again, she looked at him and smiled as he sat next to her. "Oh, good. Glad that our other child Nathan is tucked in safe and sound," She said with a soft laugh. Ian looked to his phone for a moment before looking back up to Rachel. "Hey, I think I'm gonna head out. I'm gonna get back into the city and I don't want it to be pitch black while I'm driving home," He said before standing up, Rachel standing up to hug him. "Thank you for coming. I'll text you tomorrow to see if we can set up one day to have lunch or brunch or something next week," She said with a small smile before moving to sit back down on the couch after he said his final goodbyes to everyone and walked out. "A couple of people left while you were upstairs, but I think there's just your parents left," She said before yawning. "And then you can take me to bed, too." She murmured softly before leaning forward to kiss him gently. She pulled away and leaned against the arm of the couch before she saw Ryan walk up to her, rubbing his eye. "That's your tell tale sign of being tired, little man." She said before leaning forward and picking him up onto her lap. "Are you ready for bed? Daddy put Charlotte down so I can bring you upstairs. Say goodnight to everyone," She whispered softly, kissing his head. "We'll say goodnight to Grandma and Grandpa, too. Mommy is getting tired too, buddy." She said as she went to stand up with him, a sigh escaping her lips. "I'm gonna go bring him upstairs and tuck him in." Rachel walked towards the kitchen and saw Carole putting something into the fridge. "You don't have to do all of this, Carole. Finn and I can deal with it tomorrow if we don't get to it tonight." She said with a soft laugh. "But... Ryan wanted to say goodnight because he's gonna head to sleep. Charlotte already is fast asleep and Ryan is definitely going to follow right after. He walked up to me and started to rub his eyes, so I knew it was time," She said with a smile as Carole started to walk up to Ryan to rub her hand through his hair and say goodnight. Once Rachel had him upstairs and tucked in, she leaned to kiss him before going downstairs again and moving over to Finn and Olivia. "Are you headed to bed soon, too? I know it's early but everyone had a full day. If you don't want to sleep, I mean, obviously, my house is your house so you can stay up and do whatever you want if everyone goes to bed before you."

Finn said goodbye to Ian before he headed out and when Rachel told him that a couple of people had left while he had been upstairs he nodded. "I figured my mom and Burt would be the last ones to leave," he said with a laugh. He loved that his mom always wanted to help them but he also wanted her to just be able to enjoy coming to their house and not have to worry about everything. Him and Rachel shared a soft kiss and when Ryan moved over to them, rubbing his eyes tiredly, he couldn't help but smile at his son. "You definitely look ready for bed, buddy." When Rachel told him she was going to take Ryan up to bed, Finn nodded. He pressed a kiss to the top of Ryan's head before he watched Rachel bring him into the kitchen to say goodnight. As she headed upstairs, Finn moved over to his mom. "Mom, you can go home, okay? I've got it from here. I appreciate you wanting to clean up but you're my guest," he said with a laugh. "Go enjoy the rest of your night." After saying goodbye to his mom and Burt, Finn continued cleaning up in the kitchen before he moved into the living room where Olivia was sitting on the couch with Ellie tucked into her side, passed out. "She's out cold," he said with a laugh as he looked down at his niece. "I know, she was running around all day with Ryan. They're both definitely going to sleep well tonight," she said as she ran her hand through Ellie's hair. Even thought she wasn't Ellie's mom, Finn knew that Olivia was such a good mother figure for the little girl and he was so grateful that Nathan finally had someone like that in his and his daughters life. When Rachel came back downstairs, Finn smiled softly at his wife. "I think I'm just gonna crash on the couch with Ellie. Nathan is laying across the whole bed up there anyway and I'm not in the mood to start moving him," Olivia said with a laugh. "I don't blame you. He sleeps like a rock," Finn said, him going over to the front door and ensuring it was locked before he walked back over to Rachel. "I think it's time for us to go to sleep then," he said with a smile as he slipped his arms around her waist, him tugging her against him teasingly before he pulled away from her and started heading up the stairs. Just as he disappeared up the stairs, Olivia waved her hand to get Rachel's attention without alerting Finn. "Talk to him," she mouthed. As Finn headed into the bedroom, a sigh escaped his lips before he started tugging his clothes off, him sitting down on the edge of their bed once he was just in his underwear.

Rachel smiled gently over at Olivia as she said that she'd stay downstairs. "I mean, okay. If you need Finn to move him, you know that he would. And we're trying to get the couple of other rooms in the house fully furnished but honestly, a lot of the rooms in the house are just... storage. We moved in and didn't even unpack before I started going to the hospital, so I mean, there's still some random totes of crap lying around in the other rooms. Maybe we'll get another guest room eventually." She said with a small shrug. As Finn moved over to her, she smiled and looked up at him. "Definitely time for us to get to sleep." Rachel went to go upstairs to follow after him before she saw Olivia trying to get her attention. She simply nodded and smiled slightly before moving up the steps and into their room before closing their door. When she saw him already ready for bed, she went to pull off her clothes as well before tugging on an oversized shirt to sleep in. "Tell me what's on your mind," She said softly as she walked over to him, her moving to stand between his legs as he sat on the edge of the bed. She went to wrap her arms around his neck and played with the hair at the nape of his neck. "I know you have a lot going on in your mind right now and I don't want you to just... burst one day because you're holding everything in." Rachel knew Finn and while he was usually good at talking about things with her, there were times where he kept things inside and then just got incredibly anxious about everything and anything. "I know you're worried about me working again. And I know that you're worried about yourself eventually working again. But we'll figure it out. And I promise that I'll take it slow," She whispered, her looking into his eyes.

Finn chewed anxiously on the inside of his cheek as he sat on the edge of the bed, him looking up as Rachel moved over to him. He sighed softly as she spoke, him moving his hands to her hips as he looked into her eyes. Before he could even say anything she pretty much knew exactly what was on his mind and he honestly didn't know how she read him so well sometimes. "I don't know, I just... I have a lot of anxiety right now," he said softly. "I mean, I guess I always do though." Finn shook his head as he looked down for a moment. "I'm obviously excited for you to go back to work but I just - I don't know. I feel like a dick for feeling so anxious about it because I know being on Broadway is going to make you happy. I'm just... I think I'm just scared that if things go back to normal that we'll let our guard down and then you'll... you'll get sick again." Finn knew that when he had first gotten home from the army and she had gotten sick so soon after that her illness had attached itself to his PTSD. His memories from Afghanistan and thinking about her getting sick both triggered his anxiety and he truly wished he could just relax and react like a normal person. "I guess I'm also anxious because I feel like I'm lost again," he whispered. "The music thing... I love it and I love writing but it's not right for me as a career. I just - I just want to find something that makes me happy, you know? Something where I can help people and just feel like what I'm doing means something. I'm almost thirty and I still don't have a career." Finn held her tightly for a moment before he let his hands drop from her waist, him resting them on the bed. "I'm so scared for you to go to work, Rach," he told her, him feeling his emotions build as he looked away from her. "I - I take care of you. That's what I do. That's what I've been doing. A-And you not being with me scares me. Even when we're not in the same room I - I start getting anxious because I feel like something bad is gonna happen and I'm not gonna be there," he breathed out, his voice shaking slightly. "I feel like a kid again. I'm so scared to get in your way because I'm feeling like this and I don't know how to fix it. I tried to fix it with the army, then the music and now I just - I don't know. I feel so useless."

Rachel stood against Finn as he spoke, her just sighing sadly at his words. She felt horrible that he felt so anxious all of the time, but she knew that there was virtually nothing that she could do to help him than what she already did. She tried to help him as much as possible even if she didn't know what she was doing, but Rachel just wanted to make him feel as comfortable and as stress free as possible. However, sometimes, she knew that she didn't help. And sometimes, she knew that she just made his anxiety worse. Rachel just let him speak and she rubbed her fingers through his hair gently. Finn needed to get a job not just for money, because it really wasn't an issue, but she just wanted him to have something that made him feel happy. As he looked away from her, she looked down for a moment, biting down on her bottom lip. She rubbed his back gently and went to pull herself close to him to hug him. "Hey... hey." She whispered softly, her only pulling away after pressing a kiss to the side of his head. "I know you get worried. And you know that I'm going to do everything in my power to be as safe as possible. And I don't know, maybe we can get a small apartment for us to use when we're staying overnight in the city or something. That way if a rehearsal runs late, I don't need to travel home alone really late." She suggested, shrugging slightly. "And babe, I know that you need to find something for yourself. And you know that I'll help you find something. You love helping people, like you said. And I know that... before you didn't get into the FDNY but maybe you can try again. Or you can go to school for something to try and find a career you want. You can try and do like... law enforcement or something. You'd be so amazing at helping people like that. Babe, I love you. You know that I think you could do anything because I think that you're absolutely amazing. You may feel useless, but you're anything but useless. Babe, you literally handled everything for me and for the kids while I was in the hospital. You're so... selfless and so strong and it's time you start worrying about yourself and your future. I've said it again and I'll say it again, but you're amazing, Finn. You're so amazing." She whispered, her bringing her hand to cup his cheek. "I love you. And I just... I want you to do great things. I want you to try and be the best version of yourself that you can be and I want you more than anything to be happy."

Finn closed his eyes for a moment as Rachel hugged him. He hugged her back tightly and looked at her sadly as she pulled away. It pissed him off so much that he couldn't just be excited for her but he knew that they had been through a lot and that any kind of change - even good change - was going to be difficult. "Babe, that's expensive," he said softly when she mentioned getting an apartment in the city for nights where she got out of rehearsal late. "I could always meet you in the city and we could take the train home together." As she started talking about his career options, he knew immediately that going back to school just wasn't something that interested him. He remembered when he had first gotten back from the army that he thought he would go to college but he knew there was no point. There wasn't anything he could think of that he wanted to do that would require a degree. When she told him that he was anything but useless, he smiled softly as he looked into her eyes. "I love you so much," he told her, knowing that he was so incredibly lucky to have her as his wife. Finn moved his hand up to rest over hers on his cheek, his fingers brushing gently over her skin. "I think I've just gotten so used to... to taking care of you guys the way I have been that I feel like I'm not doing anything helpful now that I don't have to be on top of everything. I just don't want you to think that I'm not happy and excited about Wicked. Because I am. I'm... wow, I'm so excited for you, baby," he told her. Finn sighed for a moment as he looked down at the hem of the t-shirt she was wearing, him toying with a loose thread for a moment before he looked back into her eyes. "I really wanted to be in the FDNY," he whispered. "I probably shouldn't have applied when I did, you know? It was... probably too fresh after the army. Especially since they kept asking me about it." Finn remembered when he had first applied right after him and Rachel had gotten back from their honeymoon and he knew that while at the time he had been happy that he also hadn't dealt with much of anything he had gone through. "I just... I know I'm not better, you know? I'm gonna have PTSD for the rest of my life. But I - I'm better than I was, right?" he said softly. "I don't know, it's probably stupid. I'm not even in as good of shape as I was then, I don't have time to... to train and everything when I have to be here for you and the kids."

Rachel looked at him and smiled softly. "You have been taking care of us and I know that it's going to be weird for you to not be taking care of us as much anymore. But we get to be parents together now, you don't have to do all of the work all by yourself," She said softly, offering him a tiny smile. "And I know you're happy for me, babe. I don't think you're upset about it or... that you don't care. I know you're excited and happy for me." Rachel didn't think that he was unhappy. Rachel knew that there was just a lot on his mind and he'd be worrying about her constantly with her at rehearsals all of the time. "I mean, I can take the kids with me sometimes to hang out at the theater if you're busy and everything and we can work it all out." As he spoke, she knew he was right. He really had tried jumping into things incredibly quickly and it probably would be a lot better now that he was home and at least slightly better than he was. "You're better, yes. Not one hundred percent, but you're better. And you getting in shape isn't going to be impossible, Finn. We have room in the house, we can get some machines in here and you can work out in the house so you don't have to worry about the kids. You have time to train. And pretty soon I'm going to be back in the theater everyday." Smiling gently, she shrugged. "If you start training and getting more in shape, I'll start working out with you. I mean, just a little bit right now for me, but I can start trying to get stronger myself, too. And after a little bit, I know that you'll be ready to do anything you want to do. Because I... Finn- Right now? Right now might be the perfect time to try again. To get in shape and to try and be in the FDNY again. You aren't a quitter, you know? I know you. And you'll put your all into this."

Finn knew that he was going to have to get over the fears he had when it came to not constantly taking care of Rachel and the kids. If he wanted to get better and he wanted to have things feel normal than he was going to have to start forcing himself into different situations. When she told him that they could buy exercise equipment, he smiled softly as he looked into her eyes. There was no one who made him feel like something was possible as much as Rachel did and he could tell by the way she was looking at him and the way she was speaking to him that she really believed he could do this. When she told him that he wasn't a quitter, he managed a small smile before he moved his hand up to run gently through her hair, tucking it behind her ear. "I like the idea of getting to work out here so I can be close to the kids. And I obviously want to work out with you. I think that would be really good for you before you start going to the city every day," he said softly. Finn knew he would feel a bit better if Rachel was starting to feel stronger, especially since he knew how demanding rehearsals could be on the body just from the sheer hours it took sometimes. He paused for a moment as he moved his hands back to her hips before he tugged her onto his lap. "I want to do it," he breathed out. "I want to be in the FDNY." Finn knew that if he wanted to do this, he had to do it now. He wasn't getting any younger and while him being a veteran certainly made it easier for him to join, he knew he had to do it right away. "The one thing I miss from the army is the physical part of it, you know? This kind of takes that aspect of it but I don't have to be a million miles away from you in a war zone," he told her. Finn sighed for a moment before he offered Rachel a small smile. "What do you think about it?" he asked her. "Because I know it's not the army but it's still dangerous and I don't want you to worry about me," he told her. "I know you won't miss this dad bod," he said teasingly before he pressed a kiss to her cheek. He could feel a weight lift off his shoulders feeling like he had a path ahead of him and while he was obviously still terrified about Rachel going to work, he hoped they could figure it out.

Rachel nodded as he spoke, knowing that her working out probably would be good for her before she started going back into the city every day. Rachel knew that rehearsals would be more mentally exhausting in the beginning than physically exhausting, but she knew that all of the choreography would come eventually. And then she'd be exhausted no matter what she did. Rachel didn't want him to worry, though. She just wanted him to support her and to be there for her when she needed someone to lean on if she was ever feeling bad. As Finn tugged her into his lap, she smiled at his words. "Good. I know you do, babe. I know you want it. And you'll do it. You'll put your all into it, I know it." She told him, smiling softly. "I mean, I think it'll be good for you. For us. It's something you want, and you love helping people and I think it'll really give you some kind of.... purpose, you know? I think you'll do amazingly and you'll love having the team of people with you again and everything. It's still dangerous, yeah. But I- you're home with me every night and that's all I care about. I want you to be happy and I want you to be healthy. That's all I care about. And I mean, I'll miss your dad bod. It's hot. But I definitely will enjoy your abs and huge muscles again," She said with a soft giggle, her leaning forward to kiss him. She kissed him passionately for a moment before pulling away and looking into his eyes. "We'll make it work, you know? I know we will. We'll put the kids in day care if we have to a few days a week and honestly, before we know it, Ryan will be in school and things will be easier. But until that point, it'll be okay. You haven't had a lot of time to focus on your dreams. You've always been helping me with mine, but I reached my dreams. I've been living them. And I- I want to help you accomplish everything you've ever wanted to. I want you to do amazing things, babe. I love you and I just... I want you to have everything you want in life. No matter what."

Finn knew that being a firefighter would be good for him in a lot of ways. He was the kind of person who always felt like he needed to be doing something. He wanted to help people and he would be able to do so every single day. There were aspects of it that he knew would remind him of the army and while it worried him in some ways, he excited him too. Despite his PTSD, he had loved his time in the army. He had met his two best friends and he had really learned what it meant to be a man and that he shouldn't take things for granted. He smiled as she told him that she would enjoy his abs and muscles again, the two of them kissing passionately before she pulled away. "We can make anything work," he said softly. "And hey," he breathed out, him laying her down gently on the bed before he moved beside her, him leaning over her. "I have everything I want in life," he told her. "I have you and I have our kids. That is everything I could want. If I died tomorrow, I'd die happy because I'm married to my best friend and we have the most perfect kids on the planet." Finn leaned down to press a kiss to her lips before he deepened it, knowing that he just wanted to feel good again. Their lives had been so dark since she had gotten sick and he knew they were both ready to feel normal again. They were both ready to start healing again. "I know the way I keep changing what I want to do is probably a lot but I just - thank you for always supporting me no matter what," he whispered. Finn smiled at her before he started trailing teasing kisses along the curve of her neck, his eyes focused on her. "My sexy, talented, cancer-free, Tony award winning wife," he whispered huskily against her soft skin. "I'm so fucking lucky to have you." Finn knew that he would never take her for granted. Ever since she had been sick the first time, he had made sure to fully be in every moment with her - good or bad - and he knew that he was going to continue to do just that. "This is gonna be a new chapter for us, baby," he told her as he pulled away to look down into her eyes, his hand sliding down to her thigh as he caressed her smooth skin.

Rachel looked up at Finn as he spoke to her, her just smiling gently up at him. She loved the family that they had created, especially because they really had almost lost everything so many times. Between him risking his life in the army and her getting sick multiple times, she really didn't know how they were still standing, but she was happy that they had what they did. "They are pretty perfect," She whispered softly with a smile, letting her eyes flutter shut as he pressed a kiss to her lips. When he pulled away, she nodded gently. "I love you, Finn. You know that I'm always going to be there to support you. You're amazing and you... you deserve the world, you know? You deserve to live your dream, babe." SHe wanted him to have everything and she wanted him to be happy with whatever path he chose. As he began trailing kisses along her skin, she bit down on her bottom lip and she let her eyes shut for a moment before she felt him pull away to look down at her. "It is gonna be a new chapter for us," She whispered as she looked up at him, a hand moving to his cheek before trailing into his hair, tugging at it slightly. "I'm so... excited. For everything. Just... even for us, you know? To be normal. I don't want to jinx us or anything, but I- I really feel like things are going to be good for us now. Knock on wood, but I- I hope I never get sick again and I hope we can just be happy and live normal lives. We can have jobs and come home to each other and have amazing nights together. Just you and me. I- I want to finally have the life we always dreamed of. We get to enjoy this beautiful house and... and really be us again. Just... all love. Nothing else." She whispered, smiling softly up at him before she leaned up to kiss him, her fingers still resting in his hair. "I love you so much, Finn. And I promise that.... no matter what, I'm going to be here for you. Always."

Finn smiled down at Rachel as she ran her hand through his hair. She made him so happy and he knew that being with her had truly saved his life in so many ways. If he didn't have her, he knew he'd be a total mess. There were so many times where he had almost fallen apart but she had managed to hold him together. He really didn't know how she did it but he knew he would be forever grateful for it. "I'm excited too. I miss just getting to be Finn and Rachel," he said softly. "All love sounds so good," he breathed out before they shared another kiss. "I love you too, Rach. And I'm gonna be here for you for the rest of my life." Finn smiled as he looked into her eyes before he dipped his head down to press a kiss to her forehead. "We're finally going to be a normal married couple again, you know?" he said as he ran his hand gently through her hair. He was pretty sure he'd be obsessed with the length for a while before he got used to it since it had been so long since she had her long, beautiful hair. "I just... I know we don't take the normal stuff for granted the way some people do, you know? Even me coming home to see you at the end of the day is everything to me. Just - just knowing that we've survived everything we've been through is everything to me," he said softly. "I want to go on a vacation with you and the kids. I want to... to go out on dates with you again and drive around with you again. I just - I 'm so ready for all of it with you, Rach." Finn smiled softly at her before he pressed another kiss to her lips, knowing that his heart hadn't felt this whole in such a long time.

Rachel loved Finn more than anything. Of course, she knew that they had been through a lot and they'd only grow closer because of everything. She knew that there was so much going on in their minds all of the time and they needed each other to get through their days. Rachel didn't know what she'd do without Finn, honestly. After everything, she didn't know how she'd live her life normally without him. "I know. I can't wait to be a normal married couple. I mean, I know that we always want to be with each other, but it'll be so nice just... coming home and getting to tell you about my day. Or you getting to tell me about your day. It'll be nice to have romantic dates and to be able to do things with the kids all of the time," She said softly, smiling gently up at him. "A vacation would be nice to just get away for a while, even if it's only a long weekend. And even when I do start the show, I won't be there everyday. The role is really vocally demanding, and I don't want to hurt my voice because I want to do every performance every single night. Maybe I can do like... three or four days a week or something and the other days we can be together if you and I both have time off. I'm just honestly really excited to be together. Just... you and me again. I feel like it's been crazy and I'm excited to be the old us that didn't take their hands off of each other again," She whispered teasingly, a soft smirk on her lips. "I mean, we were together all of the time when I was sick, but well... this is definitely a lot different. We're not Finn and Rachel without one of us touching each other twenty four seven." A soft laugh escaped her lips and she leaned up to kiss him again. "I love you. And I- I'm so happy that we have some normalcy again. I missed you. I missed being home and I missed feeling like me."

Finn knew that him and Rachel were looking forward to finally having normalcy and stability in their lives. It had been so long since they had felt that and he knew they were ready to embrace it. He knew that he had some anxiety when it came to relaxing and letting go of feeling like he had to be on top of everything all the time but he hoped he could get through it. "That sounds good to me. I mean, with the FDNY I don't even know when they'll be offering the test so I'll be a stay-at-home dad in the mean time when you go back to Broadway," he said softly. "Plus, I'm going to have to train for a while. I remember how intense that was." When she told him that she was excited to be their old selves that didn't take their hands off each other, he couldn't help but smile softly. "This is definitely different," he whispered, his fingers brushing against the smooth skin of her thigh. "I missed you too, Rach. I breaks my heart when I can tell that you're not happy, you know? All I want is for you to be happy and it felt so helpless when you were sick." Finn smiled softly at her before he tugged her closer to him, his hand sliding from her thigh to her ass. "I really missed you," he told her before he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her slowly as he held her in his arms. "I promise I'm gonna spend the rest of my life showing you how much I love you and making you feel good."

Rachel didn't think that Finn needed to do anything to his body, but she honestly was excited to see him after he trained for a long time. They really didn't have time to go out and work out all of the time with how much they had been going through, so she knew that Finn would probably feel a lot better knowing that he was getting in shape and he was getting healthy again. "Yeah, it was intense, but you're going to feel so healthy and you're going to love being in shape and showing off to everyone again," She laughed softly. Rachel loved him no matter what he looked like, just like she knew that he felt the same way about her. She could wear anything or look like anything, and he'd still love her just as much. As he continued to speak, she felt a small smirk rise on her lips before he kissed her again. "You really missed me, huh?" She whispered, looking up at him before moving to capture his lips with hers again. "I definitely love the sound of showing me how much you love me all of the time," She whispered against his lips before kissing him again. Rachel moved her hand to move down his chest, her fingers moving gently against his chest. When she pulled away, Rachel looked up into his eyes and bit down on her bottom lip gently. "I promise I'm definitely gonna spend the rest of my life doing the exact same thing," She said softly. Rachel knew that they had so much chemistry and honestly, she knew that nothing would happen to them. After Blaine and Kurt had split up, Rachel knew that a lot of people in their life feared that it could happen to them one day, but she knew that it wasn't possible. "Mm, I'm definitely gonna spend the rest of my life making sure you definitely know how much I love you. Always. And it's a whole lot, so you better prepare yourself," She whispered teasingly.

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