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A/n: started writing fan fiction again and I’m building myself up to possibly write smut. I love to read it but can never seem to write it. Another fatal flaw of mine is not resisting a slow burn so here’s part 1/3. Hope you enjoy :)
Edit: perspective change (now 2nd person)
Pairings: Charlie Swan x Reader (no y/n)
Rating: SFW
Themes: age gap + waitress reader.
Part: 1/3 (maybe?) [part 2 here]
Words: 4.6K
There was nothing particularly extravagant or eventful in a place like Forks. Drama was kept to a minimum, and not because it didn’t exist, but because everyone was terrified of it becoming public. In a town this small, secrets didn’t stay secrets. They fermented. They curdled. They were passed between people like sugar packets: quietly, quickly, always with a raised brow.
Or maybe it was simpler than that, maybe everyone had known each other so long that it was less like a community and more like one big, strained family. The kind that smiled through clenched teeth at the dinner table.
Either way, if you wanted to know what was happening in Forks, you didn’t need the newspaper. You just needed to work the morning shift at the diner.
The place was alive in a way that never made it into postcards: warm air thick with coffee and syrup, old country music humming low from a radio that always crackled at the same moments, the smell of bacon clinging to everything like it had seeped into the wood itself. Forks High kids crowded into one booth, still damp from the rain, their backpacks piled like barricades. A pair of loggers laughed too loud at the counter, their jackets hanging off their shoulders, boots tracking in mud and sawdust. Somewhere behind you a fork clinked on a plate, and someone called for ketchup like it was an emergency. You moved through it all like a practised dance.
The small counter bell rang again, sharp and metallic.
“Orders up!” Today’s line cook barked, wiping his hands on his apron like he hadn’t already used it ten times.
“Coming,” you called back, already turning and scooping up a plate of pancakes with ease in one hand, balancing the jug of coffee in the other, the heat rising through the ceramic and warming your palm.
“Blueberry pancakes with extra blueberries, Mrs Smith,” you said, forcing brightness into your voice like a habit. The old woman glanced up, satisfied in the way she always was, like nothing in her life had ever changed, and she had decided that was preferable.
You slid past a table full of mechanics, their hands greasy even at breakfast, stained beneath their nails like it had permanently settled there. They were all talking at once, half over each other, laughing at something you didn’t catch.
“Top up?” you asked, but it was more of a courtesy. No one ever refused.
“Bless you,” one of them muttered without looking up as you poured. The coffee was black, strong, famous in town, the kind that could revive the dead, or at the very least keep a logger awake through a ten-hour shift.
You tugged the cloth from your apron, wiping down a sticky table by the window, when the bell above the diner door chimed. It wasn’t loud, but it cut through the room like instinct.
You looked up and smiled, warm and immediate, before you could stop yourself.
Chief Swan.
Even with the bustle of the diner and the noise of the morning rush, he felt like a separate presence. Like the room subtly shifted around him, not in a dramatic way, just in the quiet respect Forks seemed to reserve for him. He came in like clockwork, always alone, always a little tired-looking, as if the whole town sat heavy on his shoulders and he’d simply accepted that weight years ago.
Despite his insistence on doing everything by himself, eating alone, driving alone, and living alone, he wasn’t cold. If anything, he was the opposite. Kind in a way that didn’t ask for anything back. Quiet without being rude.
He gave you a tired half-smile as he slid into his usual booth, the one by the window where he could watch the rain drip down the glass in lazy streaks.
“How’s it going, sweetheart?” he asked.
“Chief,” you said, still smiling and far too brightly. You quickly toned it down, heat creeping into your face like you’d been caught doing something you shouldn’t. Though he didn’t seem to notice, or if he did he was good at hiding it.
Charlie Swan was… unfairly handsome.
Not in the polished way of men in magazines, or the loud confident way you saw in movies, but in that quiet, worn-in way that made it worse. Tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair that was usually a little uncooperative, like it had no interest in being styled. His eyes were dark too, heavy-lidded and thoughtful, like he carried too much around in his head. Then there was the moustache, of course: the kind that belonged to some old detective film, someone in a seventies romance who smoked cigarettes and had a tragic past and still managed to look heartbreakingly good doing absolutely nothing.
He wore the same things all the time; if it wasn’t his uniform, it was muted flannels, grey t-shirts, work-worn jackets, but on him it looked like a statement rather than laziness. A sort of quiet masculinity that didn’t need attention but still drew it anyway. It drew you in anyway, you sometimes hated that.
It was obvious, though, that he must’ve been a heartbreaker once, or maybe he still was. It was hard to say these things for certain as it was also obvious that something about him was carefully left undiscussed. Like his personal life was a closed door, the whole town politely avoided, not because they didn’t wonder, but because wondering out loud would be crossing some invisible line.
Once, during a rare slow moment behind the counter, you’d muttered without thinking- “I wonder what’s wrong with him.”
Your coworker had stopped mid-wipe, the rag still pressed to a plate like it had suddenly become the most interesting thing in the world. Then she turned her head slowly, giving you the kind of look that made your stomach drop, as though she couldn’t believe you’d said it out loud.
“A man like that can’t be single this long,” you’d continued quickly, forcing a shrug as if you hadn’t just exposed yourself entirely, “and there not be something wrong.”
She scoffed, “or maybe he just doesn’t want to date.”
You opened your mouth, but she cut in immediately, lowering her voice like gossip was sacred in Forks.
“I heard his last relationship ended bad.”
“That was years ago,” you’d insisted, frowning. “And there are plenty of fine bachelorettes around here,” you gestured vaguely at the diner, at Forks in general.
Her eyes narrowed in the same way as a mother, sharp and accusing. “He’s too old for you, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“Old?” you repeated, genuinely offended. “He’s not too old.”
She leaned in across the counter like she was about to scold a child, voice dropping even further.
“He is far too old for you.”
You rolled your eyes so hard it actually hurt. “He’s only, what? A decade? Two decades older?”
Her expression went flat. Completely unimpressed. “That is not how decades work.”
You let out a quiet laugh, and turned back to stacking mugs like your heart hadn’t just kicked against your ribs hard enough to bruise.
“I didn’t even mean me,” you defended, too quickly. “It was more like… a general comment.”
She didn’t reply, just tilted her head and gave you a look that said sure, sweetheart. The kind of look that made it impossible to keep talking without sounding guilty.
That was the last time you brought him up, and yet, standing there now, coffee pot warm in your hand, watching Chief Swan settle into his usual booth like he belonged there, you couldn’t stop the thought from resurfacing anyway.
“No work for you today then, Chief?” you asked, already noticing something was off before he even spoke.
He wasn’t in his usual dark uniform. Instead, he wore a brown fisherman’s jacket that was worn at the cuffs, practical, but somehow flattering. The earthy tone suited him, softened him, made him look less like the Chief of Police and more like just Charlie Swan. Just a man. Broad shoulders, rough hands, quiet eyes.
His gaze flicked up to yours, patient and familiar, but it lingered a second longer than usual, and your stomach responded, accepting the moment as permission.
“Ah, no,” he said, clearing his throat like the words were stuck there. “Got a lot of errands.”
You nodded, automatically pouring him a mug of coffee without needing to ask, but you were slow with it, as though you didn’t want to give up the mug just yet. It was something to do with your hands. Something to stop you from standing too still in front of him.
“My daughter’s coming up,” he added, and something in his expression shifted, a strange mix of pride and nerves, like he didn’t know which one he was allowed to feel more. “To move here for a while.”
“Oh.” You tried to sound casual, your interest was a facade of purely politeness hiding the reality of feeling something tighten in your chest at the thought of him having a whole other life you didn’t see. “That’s exciting.”
Charlie nodded, but it wasn’t confident, if anything he was bracing himself.
“I don’t know if you remember her,” he said.
“Bella,” you interrupted before he could fumble for the name. “Yeah, I remember.”
His face softened instantly, relief slipping across his features in a way that was surprisingly honest, as if he hadn’t expected it to be easy.
“Yeah.” He exhaled through his nose. “Bella.”
He paused, then scratched the side of his jaw where there was stubble, eyes dropping to the table as though he was suddenly aware of how ridiculous he was about to sound.
“I don’t really know much about her anymore,” he admitted quietly. “Not what she likes. What she eats. I remember she went vegetarian one summer, but I don’t know if she kept that up,” he glanced up quickly, catching your reaction.
His mouth twisted, knowing he was rambling, but he couldn’t seem to stop. You’d never seen him like this — unsettled.
“And you…” He hesitated, eyes flicking to you again. “You’re young, right?”
The comment hit you strangely, not offensive, not even inappropriate, just pointed in a way that made you feel exposed. You smiled anyway, grateful for the chance to hide in humour.
“I like to think so,” you said lightly, “but I haven’t been ID’d in a while, so it’s hard to say.”
To your surprise, it earned a small laugh from him, brief but real. Like it slipped out before he could stop it. Then he looked at you again, and the air shifted. Not heavy exactly, but aware.
“I just mean…” he said, clearing his throat again, voice lower now. “You might know what’s… I don’t know. In.”
Before you could answer, he leaned down and tugged a bag from under the booth seat. The movement made his jacket tighten across his shoulders. You looked away too quickly, annoyed at yourself.
He opened the bag in the same way he might show evidence in a case. Then he pulled out a shockingly bright set of pink bedding. Neon. Loud. Aggressively cheerful. As though it had been designed to be seen from space.
You stared at it before you could stop yourself. Your brow creased and your mouth turned down into a frown. Charlie watched your face carefully, and it was clear he’d been expecting exactly that reaction, like he’d already judged himself in every way you could possibly judge him.
“I think I panicked,” he admitted, voice almost flat with resignation.
You bit your lip to stop a laugh. Not because it was funny, though it was, but because he looked genuinely pained.
“Well…” you started gently, lowering your voice as if you were conspiring. “I wouldn’t say it was a safe choice.”
His eyebrows lifted a fraction. “No?”
You tilted your head. “Unless you’re really sure she’s the type of girl who wants her bedroom to look like a highlighter exploded.”
For a second, Charlie just stared at the bedding, as though it had personally betrayed him. Then he sighed deeply and leaned back in the booth. It had just hit him that he could face down an angry drunk or a winter storm without blinking, but the idea of trying to make his daughter comfortable was somehow scarier.
His eyes flicked up to yours again, searching.
“You think she’ll hate it,” he said, but it wasn’t a question.
You rested the coffee pot on the edge of the table, leaning in slightly without meaning to.
“Not hate,” you said softly. “But…” You glanced at the bedding again. “She might think you’ve lost your mind.”
Charlie huffed a laugh through his nose, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Yeah,” he murmured. “That’s what I was afraid of.”
His gaze held yours for a beat too long, and in that moment, the diner noise blurred, the clinking plates and chatter fading into something distant, like the only real thing was the quiet space between you, filled with things you weren’t saying.
“How urgent is it?” you asked.
It earned a frown, one that was not annoyed, just confused, like he wasn’t used to people offering him help without an agenda.
“Well,” Charlie said slowly, rubbing the back of his neck in that self-conscious way that made him look younger than he had any right to, “I’d like everything to be sorted by tonight. Ideally.”
You glanced over at the clock behind the counter, the second hand ticking too loudly for a moment. Around you, the diner was still full but loosening, the breakfast rush beginning to fade into that brief quiet stretch before lunch. Plates were being cleared. Conversations died down into softer murmurs. The air still smelled like syrup and coffee, but it wasn’t as frantic.
“Breakfast rush should be finished in about an hour,” you said, doing the quick calculation in your head. “And I’ll probably be cut an hour and a half from now.”
You paused, just long enough to second-guess yourself, because what you were about to say was insane.
Then you said it anyway, as calmly as if you offered this kind of thing every day.
“If you’re willing to wait… I could come with you.”
For a second, you swore the whole diner went quieter. Charlie stared at you like you’d spoken in another language. The confusion pooled in his dark eyes, slow and heavy, and your stomach flipped with half thrill, half panic.
“I don’t… understand,” he said carefully.
Your pulse thudded once, hard. You forced yourself not to fidget.
“I’ll help you pick out some things for Bella’s room,” you clarified, and now that you’d said it you couldn’t exactly snatch it back. “I mean… I don’t know her, but we can find something a little more general than bedding made for a rave kid,” you gestured toward the neon pink fabric.
For a beat, he didn’t respond.
Then Charlie looked down at the bag, and the corner of his mouth twitched like he was fighting a smile. He was trying very hard not to look amused, but he was failing.
“Yeah,” he admitted quietly. “That’d probably be a good idea.”
Something about the way he said it, low and almost reluctant, made your chest warm. A part of you hoped he wasn’t just agreeing because it was practical. You hoped that he wanted the help or, more specifically, that he wanted your help.
“I’ll be quick,” you said, suddenly aware of how much you wanted him to say yes.
Charlie nodded once, still watching you.
“I’ll wait,” he said.
And the simple certainty in his voice made it feel less like an errand and more like a plan.
~~~
True to your promise, you finished your shift an hour and a half later.
By then, the diner had emptied out enough that the air felt lighter. The last few customers lingered over coffee, and the radio had been turned down. Your feet ached in that dull way that always hit after the rush, but underneath it you felt wired. Too aware. Like you’d been running on something other than caffeine. Even the parts that were meant to drag, like wiping down your section, felt like a blur.
The last thing to do was to untie your apron, the thing that separated you from diner and server, and the moment you tugged the knot loose, you felt it.
Charlie’s gaze.
It wasn’t obvious, Charlie Swan didn’t do obvious, but you caught the way his eyes flicked over without permission, almost instinctively. They lingered just a second too long on your waist as you pulled the apron away, as if he was trying to place where to look and failing. You pretended not to notice, folding the apron with excessive focus.
You then moved toward his booth, trying to keep your steps normal, casual, unhurried.
“Ready, Chief?” you asked, stopping by the edge of the booth.
Charlie looked up, and his expression shifted instantly into something softer, something almost amused. It was rare enough that it made you forget how to breathe for half a second.
“You really need to stop calling me that,” he said, and there was the faintest hint of a smirk, like he knew exactly what it did to him when you said it.
Your lips parted slightly. “What?” you asked, even though you understood perfectly.
“Chief,” he repeated, voice low, like it belonged only in your booth. “Makes me sound a hundred years old.”
You couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your mouth when you pointed out, “but you are the chief.”
Charlie leaned back slightly, studying you in that quiet, unreadable way of his. “Charlie is fine,” he said.
The words shouldn’t have mattered. It was just a name. But hearing him offer it like that, calm and certain, made it feel strangely intimate. It felt like crossing a line he didn’t let most people cross.
“Right,” you said, clearing your throat like it would help. “Charlie.”
The name tasted different on your tongue. Warmer. Closer. You couldn’t help but think that you shouldn’t be allowed to say it.
Charlie’s gaze stayed on you, and for a moment, the diner didn’t exist at all; not the coffee scent, not the clinking dishes, not the voices. Just the quiet pull of him looking at you like he was thinking too hard.
The moment didn’t last long before he stood, grabbing the bag with the neon bedding inside, and nodded toward the door.
“Let’s go then,” he said, in a way that made your stomach twist and you follow behind him like a puppy.
The moment the diner door opened, the cold hit like a slap. Forks existed in a constant state of damp, the kind that crawled into your clothes and settled into your bones as if it belonged there. The sky was a heavy, uniform grey, low enough it looked like it might sink right onto the treeline. And of course it was raining, despite how clear it had been this morning.
Charlie held the door open for you automatically, the way he did everything: quiet, instinctive, like manners weren’t something he thought about; they were something he was.
You stepped out first and immediately hunched your shoulders against the cold. Behind you, Charlie paused in the doorway as if he was gauging the rain, then glanced down at you.
“You didn’t bring a coat?” he asked.
You blinked. “I mean… I have one. Just not on me,” too embarrassed to say you’d trusted the way the sun was unshielded this morning.
Charlie’s eyes narrowed slightly disapprovingly in that older-man way that implied you were irresponsible and he’d already decided that was his problem now. Before you could even protest, he shrugged off his fisherman’s jacket.
“Charlie-” you started.
He didn’t respond. Just stepped closer and lifted the jacket up and over your head like he’d done it a hundred times before, like you were something that needed protecting from the weather.
You froze.
The jacket was warm from him, not just physically, but in a way that made your skin feel too aware, too alive. It smelled faintly like clean laundry and the outdoors, like pine needles and something darker underneath… coffee, maybe? Or just Charlie. Just him.
He tugged it into place, firm but gentle.
“There,” he said simply.
Your mouth was slightly open. You forced it closed.
“You didn’t have to,” you managed, but it came out softer than intended. Charlie didn’t meet your eyes immediately. His jaw flexed once, like he was suddenly conscious of how close you were standing.
“I know,” he muttered. “But you’ll get soaked.”
His hand lingered near your shoulder for half a second. Not touching, not quite. Then he stepped back like he’d caught himself doing something he hadn’t meant to do.
“Come on,” Charlie said gruffly, turning toward the car park.
You followed, clutching the jacket tighter around yourself, trying to pretend your heart wasn’t doing something completely humiliating.
His cruiser was parked where it always was: angled near the edge of the diner lot, and it would be convincing to say it belonged there permanently. It looked normal, official, almost harsh like Charlie in uniform. But right now, watching him move through the drizzle in his rolled-up sleeves, shoulders slightly tense against the cold, he didn’t look like the Chief. He just looked like a man trying his best. Which was somehow worse for your ability to think straight.
Charlie opened the passenger door for you.
You hesitated.
“You sure?” you asked because you didn’t know what else to say.
Charlie looked at you like you were ridiculous. “Get in.”
You huffed a small laugh and obeyed.
The inside of the cruiser smelled like leather and paperwork and faint peppermint. It was clean, but lived-in. There was a folded map tucked into a compartment, a pen resting in the console, a spare flashlight wedged where it belonged, and an old jacket thrown over the back seat, which seemed to have been forgotten there weeks ago.
He got into the driver’s seat and pulled the door shut, the sound muffled by rain and glass.
For a second, you were trapped in a small, enclosed quiet, the kind that would’ve felt awkward with anyone else. It felt like waiting.
He started the engine, the heater clicking on with a soft hum, and the CD player turned on automatically, the last track he had on still playing.
Then he glanced sideways, and there it was again, that look. The one that lingered. His gaze flicked to the jacket still around your shoulders.
“You can keep it on,” he said.
You swallowed. “You might start some rumours,” you replied teasingly.
That earned the smallest curve of his mouth, but he didn’t respond.
He shouldn’t have been able to make you feel like this with something as simple as a jacket. It was ridiculous. You felt like you were in some shitty teen drama with your first love interest of the season. Yet, when you were like this, and when the warmth of the heater hit your legs, when the jacket held his lingering scent in the air between you, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.
Charlie pulled out of the lot slowly, carefully, hands steady on the wheel.
“So,” he said after a moment, voice rough like he hadn’t spoken in a while. “I appreciate this. You helping.”
You watched the rain slide down the windshield in silver trails. “It’s fine,” you said. “I’m just-” You hesitated, then admitted the truth before you could stop yourself. “I’m kind of curious.”
Charlie glanced at you again. “Curious about what?”
You shrugged, trying to seem casual. “Bella.”
Something softened in his expression at her name. His shoulders relaxed just slightly.
“Yeah,” he murmured. “Me too.”
That shouldn’t have made your chest ache, but it did. Charlie tapped his fingers once against the steering wheel like he was thinking.
“She’s… quiet,” he said after a second, as if testing the word. “Always has been. Real smart. But she keeps to herself”
You turned your head toward him without meaning to. “She must be like her dad in that way.”
He smiled in a way that didn’t reach his eyes, a look you were getting more and more used to with Charlie. He almost looked hurt, but in the way a bruise does, in a way that you only felt it when you pressed.
There was another pause.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he admitted suddenly.
It startled you more than anything else he’d said.
Charlie Swan didn’t strike you as the kind of man who admitted weakness. Not because he was proud, but because he didn’t want to burden people with it. Because he’d rather carry things alone, even if it crushed him. So, hearing him say it out loud felt like being handed something fragile.
Your voice came out quieter than you intended.
“You’re doing errands,” you said gently. “You bought bedding.”
Charlie’s mouth twisted. “Yeah. That.”
You laughed, and this time he did too, properly and under his breath, like he couldn’t stop it.
Then he sighed, the humour fading.
“I just want her to be comfortable,” he said. “To feel like she’s got a room here. Like she belongs.”
He didn’t say the rest, but you knew what he meant, like I can be enough. Your throat tightened for no reason you wanted to admit.
“That’s… really sweet,” you said, and tried to make it sound light.
Charlie’s eyes flicked toward you again.
“S’not sweet,” he muttered. “It’s just… what people do.”
You didn’t answer because the truth was, not everyone did. Not everyone cared enough to panic-buy neon pink bedding because they were terrified their kid would feel unwanted. It was thoughtful and domestic in a way that almost hurt.
You looked back out of the window, and Charlie slowed, waiting for a gap in traffic. The store was just in the distance, with a glowing sign that decorated most Forks stores to stand out in the rain.
“So,” you said, forcing your voice back to normal. “What’s the plan?”
Charlie glanced over, brow lifting slightly. “The plan?” he repeated, amused, not minding the change in conversation.
You nodded. “Yes. We need a plan. Because you and I both know you can’t just panic-buy every pink item in Forks and call it decorating.”
A small sound left him, something between a laugh and a sigh. “I guess not.”
“Exactly,” you said, turning a little more toward him. “We’re going to pick something neutral. Something safe.”
“Neutral,” Charlie echoed, like he was trying the word out.
“And,” you added, eyeing him pointedly, “absolutely no neon.”
That got him properly this time, with the corner of his mouth lifting, eyes briefly softening.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Heat flicked up your neck, quick and involuntary, and your fingers tightened around the edge of your seat before you could stop them, knuckles whitening for no reason. The words, as simple as they had been, felt like someone had pressed a thumb lightly into the inside of your wrist and found a pulse.
You turned your head toward the window like the rain outside could save you from your own expression. The drizzle streaked down the glass in thin, steady lines, the trees blurring into dark green smudges beyond it. The cruiser hummed beneath you, warm and close and too small for how aware you suddenly were of every inch of space between you.
You swallowed, trying to steady your breathing.
Then, quietly, like it wasn’t anything at all, you could only say one thing.
warnings: cheating, they're kinda toxic but shhhhhh
synopsis: tell ur girlfriend that i'm ur girlfriend
Originally, she would never even have dreamed about being the other woman. But all of that went out the window when his gaze settled on her, and she could feel her stomach flip. The colourful lights of the party flashed everywhere, loud music played, and there was booze everywhere. Her boyfriend’s arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer and shaking her out of her thoughts as she nursed a beer. She pulled her eyes away from Laxus and focused on her boyfriend, her man, her supposed everything.
He kissed her, and she smiled shyly as she felt Laxus burning a hole in the back of her boyfriend’s head. Her boyfriend’s hand traveled from her waist to cup her ass as he talked to one of his many friends, and Laxus glared. She rolled her eyes at the thought of him being jealous. If anyone had a right to be jealous, it was her.
He was sitting there looking all rugged and sexy with his girlfriend on his lap, who was leaving disgustingly dark hickeys on his neck and giggling at everything he murmured in her ear.
He had a whole girl on him, and yet the entire time, he’s been staring at her and her stupidly clueless boyfriend. More than anything, she wanted to jump on him, in front of everyone, his girlfriend, her boyfriend, she didn’t care anymore because it hurt to even watch him be with someone else. It should be her with him.
Her smile faltered at the scene of Laxus and his girlfriend, causing her to excuse herself from the party to find the bathroom. She set her drink down on a nearby table and dashed towards the bathroom. She sighed once she closed the door. She really needed to break up with her shitty boyfriend and fast because, as much as she hated being with him, he didn’t deserve to be cheated on, right? Even if he yelled at her all the time and put her in uncomfortable situations? And was overall only half good at sex?
Nevermind.
Someone knocked on the bathroom door, jolting her from her thoughts.
“Occupied!” She yelled as she fixed her hair in the dingy bathroom mirror. The door opened, and she huffed.
“What part of occupied do you not understand-” She begins her sentence, only for it to die on her lips at the sight of Laxus. He lets himself into the tiny bathroom as she looks back at the mirror. He leaned against the door with a concerned expression that made her heart thump loudly. She pretends not to feel him watching her as she continues fixing her hair.
“You look good.” He murmurs, his arms crossed over his chest as he admires her form. He was clearly flexing on her purpose, knowing what it does to her. She squeezed her thighs together casually.
“I know.” She touches up her lip gloss, leaning over the sink to get a closer look in the mirror. He rolled his eyes at her response; at least she knew she was beautiful, he thought. He strides over to her, his hands settling on her hips gently as he leans down to tease her. Her breath hitched, and he smirked.
“Can’t stand it when he has his hands all over you.” He mutters in her ear, wrapping his arms around her firmly as if he’s afraid to let her go. Her expression softens, and she leans into his touch. Damn him.
“Says the guy huggin’ me up with hickeys from another hoe.” She rolls her eyes, and he winces at the reminder of the ugly marks his vampire-like girlfriend left. He kissed her shoulder, hoping to distract her at least a little bit from that.
“That’s not fair, Doll. What was I supposed to do? I needed a distraction, or I was gonna break his face for having the audacity to touch up on you like that in front of everyone.” He left more kisses, trailing from her neck to her jawline. She gives him a look. What a bullshit excuse.
“Whatever. You’re grown, do what you want.” She murmurs, trying to seem unbothered. Key word, trying. He chuckles, pressing a kiss to her cheek.
“Don’t act like that, Baby. C’mon, tell me what’s really bothering you.” He pulls her by her belt loops to turn her to face him. She pouts, and he lets out a rare soft smile.
“It’s just…I’m sick of seeing you with her. I know I don’t have any right to say that. But I genuinely hate her so much.” She grumbles, looking down with a grumpy expression. She wasn’t ready to look at him, and that stoic expression he usually had or the cocky one that teased her endlessly. He lifts her chin gently, forcing her to look at him before he speaks.
“Tell me to break up with her and I will.” He says with a completely serious expression.
“What?”
“Say the word, and I’ll carry you back to my car in front of everyone, tell everyone you’re mine.” He leans closer to her, his breath fanning her face. She gulped, her brain short-circuiting from how close he was, even though he had been far closer many other times.
“I want you to tell her that I’m your girlfriend.” She says softly. He nods almost immediately, agreeing to whatever she wants because he was fucking whipped. It was the closest anyone had ever gotten to making him act like a puppy.
“I’ll shout it, whatever you want. I jus’ hate seein’ you so upset about me and her. I’m pretty sure I’m like fourth in her roster; she won’t be upset or anything.” He murmurs, smoothing her hair out of her face, cupping her cheeks in his hands. She snorts, and he smiles.
“Quit bein’ sappy, Lax.”
“Make me.”
“You’re so lucky you’re cute.”
“Cute? Nah. I’m sexy, according to you. Remember last week in my bed when I was eating you-” She slaps her hand over his mouth, shutting him up. Her face was flushed as she thought about the memory he was talking about. She was still walking funny from that night. He licked her hand, and she pulled it away to smack him as he grinned down at her.
“Fine. You’re sexy, happy?” She rolls her eyes as he leans down to kiss her gently. She melts into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him closer. The kiss deepened once he slipped his tongue between her sweet lips, sucking and licking to his heart’s content. She hummed as he lifted her on top of the sink in between kisses.
“Bet you think of me when you’re with him, huh?” Laxus murmured in her ear.
Let’s just say everyone knew she was his by the end of the night, by how loud they were in that ugly little bathroom.
author’s note: omg i grinded this out in like two hours idk how. this was just a random blurb i had in my head, lmk if you liked it! i was kinda inspired by @aphantombride and her works, you should absolutely read them i love them all dearly!!!! reblog, comment, whatever, your interactions make my day.
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Hey queen just a quick question do you still write for Snape? I love your stories for him so much so I was just wondering if you would still write him in the big 2026 lol that’s all! Keep writing lovely!!!💛
Yes! I def will I'm just not in a big writting kick lately… been real busy with school(in my last year of us I graduate in March!) so most likely you'll start see in a bit more form me later! Also just haven't had any ideas for him really😓
!babyfeverTsukishima, who never liked the idea of having kids. Already in high school, he never saw becoming a father as something he would have considered. Children are noisy, clingy and gross and having to take care of them would be a full-time job.
!babyfeverTsukishima, who’s now in his 30s, has a house, a job, a long volleyball career behind his shoulders and most importantly a beautiful wife. Despite all these changes, his opinions on starting a family remained the same. He doesn’t have enough time to look after some children and or even have enough money to raise them. Do you even know how expensive babies are? Just thinking about it makes him clutch his hair in frustration.
But sure, seeing you in a baby bump doesn’t sound so bad…
!babyfeverTsukishima, who made the biggest mistake of taking you to a family gathering and having you meet his nephews, Akiteru’s children, for the first time. If he first thought he was strong enough to handle anything, that day proved him wrong.
!babyfeverTsukishima, who is now sitting on the couch, trying to keep up with the conversation with his dad and his brother while his mind is completely focused on you playing with his nephews. Takeshi, the youngest one, is showing you his dinosaur collection, the one Kei specifically bought for his birthday after finding out his new interest. Yumi, the oldest one, is drawing a portrait of you in her notebook. They’re both laughing, giggling and clinging to you as their warm smiles and puffy cheeks make your heart clench. And apparently Kei’s one too. He’s forcing himself to stay composed around his family, but the faint blush on his face every time he glances at you betrays him.
!babyfeverTsukishima, who tried his best to ignore how his nephews loved being with you and how good you acted naturally around them. You almost looked like their mom.
!babyfeverTsukishima, who thought his infernal punishment was done once he got in the car, but who now had to hear you talking about how much you wish to meet them again. “They’re the sweetest little kids I’ve ever met,” you said, your eyes sparkling with joy. He gripped the steering wheel a bit tighter.
“Yumi showed me her drawings and let me use her coloring set,” you started, “and Takeshi rambled for hours about his favorite dinosaur…it felt like I was talking to a mini version of you” you added, giggling.
!babyfeverTsukishima, who was walking in the kitchen to make himself some tea before going to bed, but instead saw a drawing made by Yumi on the fridge of you and him, holding hands, a little heart between you too.
That was his final straw.
!babyfeverTsukishima, who’s now laid next to you in bed, your back facing him. Propping himself on his elbow, he whispers gently in your ear “Do you ever think of becoming parents?”
Straightforward, no hesitation behind his words.
The corner of your lips turn upward softly “That’s something I stopped wishing for”
“What if it were to come true?” he insists.
“I couldn’t be any happier”
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a/n: i CRAVE for fanfics where tsukki is a dad. this boy is so whipped skskksksk
how i feel after using movies conversations in my fics😛😝
sum: The chance for him to introduce her to his family breaking down another wall he had up. Then the festival turned out to be more that just the four of them, opening a new side to nit just his great friend but his teammates and others of a side they didn’t think Tsukishima had.
Warning: cursing, fluff, not proofread, out of character tsuki a little bit, corny, slightly suggestive(making out, groping). Clingy!tsukii.
a/n:hey… so ya know how the last time i uploaded this was almost 2 years ago… so anyways!
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The next day She had taken the time to text her friend Aaliyah, explaining a few thing to her so everything would play out well.
She couldn’t help but grin to herself as she closed the chat, her body close to Tsukishima as she shook his head at her.
“What?” She asked leaning her head on her man’s arm. Kei had taken the time to ride out to get her making time to invite her over to his house, he wanted to slowly introduce her to his family. Well it wouldn’t be slowly and he was worried. His leg bouncing up and down as he worried about his mom getting in her face and scaring her stiff. His stupid brother doing the same.
The feeling of her hand going to grab his, “You alright baby?” she asked, his face turned I he for see a smug look on her face only making her at first sincere words mocking. “Oh my goodness, are you nervous!”
“No! Absolutely not!” he shouted slightly. Oh he absolutely was god it made him feel sick.
She turned her body to his he head tilting a bit her natural curls now pressed straight her hair falling freely to the side as she grinned at him “oh kei~” she giggled. Her flirtation making him blush, “I need you to shut your face.” he groaned.
Okay yeah he was very nervous, not just for the fact that they'll get in her face in an excited manner but if the excitement would fade knowing shes older worri d that maybe there was something different to everything. He was scared she wouldn't like his family and how nosy they were. And god he hated the idea of being tease by her and blushing the way he dose in front if his family. He'd honestly rather die.
His gaze met hers her pretty eyes looking up at him causing him to throw his hands back in his face “Im done with you go away.” he whined.
“Pfft whatever-” she scoffed pressing her body against his. “Common Kei, what wrong?” she hummed.
“You,” he sighed his hand dropping in his lap dramatically, his eyes meeting hers once again, his eyes seemed pleading begging for her, their closeness to get closer.
She hummed, amused. She hadn't seen him like this before. Unfortunately, before she could say anything, the train came to a stop at their stop. She adjusted his glasses going in for a kiss, his heart fluttered before she moved his face kissing the side of it. He sighed dramatically before getting up and leading her out the door.
She had been doing that all afternoon, her getting close to his face acting if she was going to kiss him only to kiss his face or cheek. it was actually starting to piss him off.
They had been walking hand in had Kei giving her a run down of his family preparing her for what’s to come. She could only laugh feeling as he was being dramatic but still made her worry, Kei squeeed her hand reassuringly “Don’t seem to tense they’ll like you.”
“like me..” she sighed defeatedly her body dramatically falling into his.
“oh my god.. don’t be so dramatic..” he chuckled mockingly.
She lifted her head her chin in his chest looking up at him her lip out, Kei couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh what? You nervous baby?” he mocked, the tone familiar to hers when she would tease him.
He felt her stiffen a bit the feeling of her heart beat becoming heavy and fast. Kei to her state as a chance to lean in going ti kiss her, just for her to shift her head a bit making him kiss the top of her head. She pushed a way from his body a grin on her face after hearing him groan irritably.
“What Kei?” she hummed.
“Nothing.” he grumbled stuffing his hands in his pockets walking ahead of her a bit.
she filled following closely her hand going to grab his arm, linking hers with his.
She continued a conversation earning grumbled answers from him, the catter cinti used as they go to his house. Kei took not of the fact the cars weren't there.
“Don't think anyone's home yet,” hummed. He had told them he was gonna bring her over so it surprised him not to see his mom's car.
“Noones home?” she asked taking off her shoes.
Kei looked back at her, catching a glance down her shirt as she was bent over. Her eyes looked up at him for an answer, him looking away quickly. “Seems like it. Come I'll show you around and my room.” he hummed trunkng from her.
He felt her come up behind him “were you looking down my shirt?” she gasped.
“What! No, it's not my fault it was all out.” he huffed.
She laughed looking town at her yellow babydoll tank top a white low cut t-shirt under it adding a layer to her outfit. “Could be worse.” she shrugged poking him in the side.
He rolled his eyes, ‘could be worse?’ he thought. She sat perfectly in the shirt, and she knew it. Her shorts weren't much different, still covering enough, but she had shape, and he felt as if the shorts were almost crying out for help, yet she didn't spill out of them.
He had gone through showing her through the house it wasn't much but it was enough it was home. He took advantage of standing behind her letting himself check her out as she looked around, he enjoyed looking at her he wouldn't full admit it to her. He watched her carefully as she looked it in his room taking in his decorations, the Legos and dinosaurs out for display of his shelves. He watched her grinn widen “god your such a nerd!” she laughed looking back at him as he leaned on his door frame.
He scoffed “whatever at least I have hobbies what do you do!” he teased.
She laughed “I do plenty thank you, it's okay my rooms even worse and not as clean and organized.” she hummed.
Well neither was his room he stayed up late cleaning it doing his laundry and even dusting. What could her room even possibly look like he got an idea from picture but didn't know what it truly looked like.
She finished nosing around in his stuff she went over to him giving him a smile. “Why have you kissed me.” he asked suddenly cocking his head.
Her eyebrows raised “oh! What you upset would think you didn't like PDA.” she teased.
“I don't care about that you've been dogging me all day, and- and even yesterday.” he groaned crossing his arms pouting.
“Youre such a big baby!” she laughed walking up to him , getting her hand pull him out of his crossed stance.
She hummed, her hand moving up to his face, making him look at her. “Whatcha need baby,” she spoke softly, her hand trailing down the front of him, stopping right above his waistband.
Tsukishima gulped, the feeling of his heart pounding in his chest made him nervous, her closeness and the her smell making him dizzy “Nothing!” he spoke quickly shooting his head up. He could feel how hit his face was his ears burning.
The feeling of her lips kissing his throat mad his squirm, “Hey!” he spammered grabbing her shoulders pushing her back a bit.
She shot back giggling at his reaction. His hold on her tight, she felt his hands shake. “Ya know for someone who was whining over a kiss. You seem very nervous.” she spoke letting her body weigh shift forward.
“I- Im not nervous.” he muttered his gaze leaving hers.
“Then kiss me Kei.” she whispered, her eyes finding him.
Tsukishima looked at her for a second, soon letting his hands to move her hair out if her face his hand resting on it pulling her closer. His hands were still shaky as he pulled her in. Maybe the moment was too dpgiid to be true because the sound of the front door shutting the the sound of his name made him stop.
He growled “Are you fucking kidding me.” his hands squishing her face, the sound of his brothers voice made his so mad. He finally hit a chance to kiss her and he ruined it.
needless to say he was pissed, his mood turning sour while introducing her to his mom and brother. The afternoon would go by of his mom talking her ear off and getting so much out of Her. He watched amused assistant to be girlfriend, and Mom talked about anything and everything the feeling of her thigh rubbing against him as she sat next to him.
His eyes watched her carefully her face cheery and excited getting to talk, god she was beautiful.
“Don’t you too have to be leaving soon?” his mom spoke up, remembering how he mentioned they had plans tonight.
he tapped his ohine noticing the time and text from yamaguchi. “Oh- yeah,” he spoke getting up “we have to go.” he said. the goodbyes were quick as the left.
They had met up with yamaguchi before getting on the bus to meet up with Aaliyah at the festival. the sun was starting to set, the orange hue of the sun making everything look so dream like as the showed up.
it made her look perfect, her complexion combining so well with the setting sun.
She soon left his side running up to someone, a girl. Must have been Aaliyah the way they hugged, unfortunatly he recognized the boys next to her. Iwaizumi and Oikawa from Aoba Johsai, gross..
“Hi guys!” she spoke to the two men.
Them saying their hi’s, Iwaizumi glaring at Yamaguchi causing him to freak out a bit. “Ignore him, he’s all bark!” Aaliyah spoke up punishing her brother.
“Yeah yeah, do something stupid i’ll castrate you. Don’t care if you’re a first year.” Iwa growled pointing at The two boys.
Oikawa waved him off dragging him away “You need to be nice Iwa-Chan.” he hummed.
Yn was quick to introduce Aaliyah and Yamaguchi, Alli was nice to him and got him talking quickly pulling him back from the two of them.
The evening went well, but the unfortunate event of running into a lot more people he went to school with only saw a few. His team captain and his friends grinning at Tsukishima as he was dragged by the hand of Nekomas seccond year manager, luckily unnoticed. People who they knew would continue to see them but never bothered them, seeing this other side of Tsukishima in a smiley state as he'd look at her and play carnival games with her, how his hand hver left her if they did fall apart their fingers would still be intertwined somehow. They could see his face when she would kiss the side of it her gloss staining his face and his ears turning red.
He didn't mind this, her touch how loud she was with him in public her love never quiet. God this part would make them opposites but he wasn't too shy to shy his hand finding thenlowar part of her back his lips meeting the side of her face, he was stuck with her. And he wouldn't wish it any other way. He hummed hand in hand letting his arm sift to rest it on her shoulder keeping her close as they walked.
He felt a little guilty for the fact that she wasn't his girlfriend and they were acting like it. He just needed to make it perfect though to ask her, the perfect time the perfect situation. Thinking about what she needed and how he would improve. Improve for her, what if he wasn't enough though?
He would grow for her and he knew it, god there was that feeling again. A deep ache in his heart. Fuck he felt like a fool he had so much to say but he didn't know what to say, she mad him feel all dizzy and warm. She wasn't something- no somethings he could lose, he'd feel lost without her, he hadn't felt this but every time she would shift away from him or moved hiw she was dogging his kiss made him want her more. He didn't understand how he did it how he barely did it anyway, he went a week without her and he missed her this much? Her touch, her smell, the way she talked to him, and the taste of her Chapstick. God, he had to do something. He had to keep it together.
They found a spot in the grass to watch the fireworks away from people, Yamaguchi and Aaliyah finding a few people and ended up leaving them alone. As they sat down He shifted her closer his lips meeting the side of her head. She glanced up to him “everything alright Kei?” she asked.
“Just perfect.” he hummed.
She smiled up at him, the feeling of her letting go of his hand her body laying back into the grass, he felt a little lonely from the feeling of her hand leaving his. Kei lowered himself down she let him put his arm under her head the now laying closer together.
They watched the sound of voices around them quietly, then drowned out as she listened to his heartbeat. Moments passed be for the whisked sound if a firework shot up, the loud boom filling the air around them the light lighting up the night above them. His eyes shifted from the fire works to her face the awe in her eye as she watched them.
Tsukishima shifted a bit leaning up on his elbows looking down at her, hptheir eyes met as he moved hair out if her face. “I need to kiss you,” he spoke quietly.
“Please let me kiss you…” he whispered his face getting closer to hers.
She hummed grabbing his face gently pulling him into her lips. Tsukishima groaned at the sensation, he missed it so much, he missed the warmth and taste of her lips. Tsukishima let his hand rest on her hip his grasp tightening as she slipped her younger in his mouth. A groan left them both as he melted into her.
He felt the boom of the fireworks above them boom in his chest as she pulled him closer their bodies touching now, it felt as if they weren't close enough god he wanted to be in her skin. The feeling of her hands moving form his to his hair her nails scratching his scalp as she pulled it lightly. A small moan left him, he left her lips for a second only to go right back to them. She shift moving him in his back as she pressed herself into him, Tsukii for the first time let his hands moved freely taking a handful of her as they made out.
God he was in heaven he had been craving this for so long. she pulled away giggling a bit, “Oh kei~ you look a mess.” she teased adjusting his glasses.
He scoffed pulling her close to him hugging her. “I could care less what i look like. just knowing i’m stuck with you makes it all worth it.”
warnings: suggestive moments, secret relationship, cursing, reader is tall and last name is Ibrahim!, angsty!
sum: a contract that frobids any manager and player relationships. It was never a problem keeping her feelings to herself because she knew the rules, he made it harder. They’d wait, wait until that last game and she was his.
Nobody thought Ushijima would be one to find love during his highschool years. A time where his main focus had been Vollyball, he had big dreams there was no room for those type of feelings. He didn’t understand why his eyes lingered on her a bit longer this year, why did he want her approval. Why now did he notice little things about her, why now did hearing her voice cause him to look up quickly. Why now when her hand touched his back before speaking to him his body would get all hot, that when they would speak on the court side their bodies close, why did he feel so nervous. He always leaned down unnecessarily for how she stood tall next to him, their shoulders almost aligned. Yet he did it just so he could be close to her face.
He wanted to take in every detail of her dark complexion. He wanted to take in her features, how she has few beauty marks that you can only see up close, the make up on her face neatly done, her full lips glossed in a dark cherry color. He liked looking at her face, something about her drew him in, he’d always knows she was smart and respectable. The boys on the team looked up to her some quite literally, but they wanted to hear what she had to say. Perhaps a motherly nature of how she called the boys small nicknames that may have meant so little to her but a lot to them. ‘Baby’ or ‘hun’ rolling of her tongue as she spoke to the younger boys, even him. How she would smile so sweetly and she called him baby, how just now after years of her calling him those names it got to him. Making him flush slightly.
Why now after months, months of trying to understand these feelings. He learns of a contract. A managers contract, a piece of paper that kept him from being able to go forward with these feelings. Months of getting closer to her learning specific details of her, her likes and dislikes. Music she liked, flowers she found beautiful, her hobbies, that her natural hair was quite short even with it pressed. He knew the type of hair she used when she would wear protective styles or even added to her hair to make her pony tail longer, he knew things she may have only mentioned once but he knew, every single detail. He found himself doing more for her acts of service, even tying her shoe here and there, carrying her things class to class, buying her lunch, he even followed her around before games and after. Walked her home just them making sure she was safe.
Yet after a late practice, Ushijima staying back asking her to set him balls. Just the two of them. That when she stands in front of him holding a ball he steps closer to her, taking in the words she said. When she looks up from the ball their faces were inches apart, her voice becoming quiet as he looked at her. His fingers moving her hair out of her face, them trailing down her arm lightly, goosebumps forming on her bare arms. “Wakatoshi..” she whispered.
He wanted her, he wanted to taste her cherry gloss. The warmth of her full lips on his. “Please tell me you share the feelings I harbor..” his tone filled with need. His hand returning to her face, her eyes closing and brows frowned.
“I cant..” she spoke her fingers wrapping around his wrist. “I can’t be with you, I’m sorry..” she muttered the softest shutter in her words. Why? Why when there was such obvious tension, why when she looked at him like that.
“Why..” he asked his head moving to find her eyes again. “How come you can’t be with me, have I-“
“You’ve done nothing wrong Wakatoshi, and it’s not that I don’t share the same feelings as you.”
“Then how come?” He asked, his eyes meeting her dark ones.
“I have a contract, and if I start a relationship with you I break it. Meaning I will get kicked off the team, and will be unable to be team manager.” She answered, she couldn’t be with him or she’d be kicked off the team.
Perhaps it was selfish of him to think, so what? But she enjoyed helping the team, and god the boys would miss her the team would fall apart without her. How selfish of him to take that away from her, she’s put 3 years of dedication to this team and he’d be the reason she had to give it all up?
“Nobody had to know..” He spoke.
“We would keep it to ourselves I can keep a secret..” he pleaded, selfish to keep her to himself, for nobody to know.
“But why?”
She had every right to ask why, why would he keep her secret from everyone. “Then we wait..”
“You’d wait a whole year for me..” she asked, a small laugh in the question.
“I would, maybe just maybe we’d have moments that only we shared. No label, yet.” He spoke.
A relationship, no title. But if they were to keep it to themselves, act no different perhaps. But he’d take her out on dates, study by themselves, learn more and more. “Perhaps..”
“I would never put you in any trouble (name), i promise until that last game.” He said.
They would wait. Patience was something he’d always been good at, but how come it drove him absolutely mad. The tension was so thick you could see it, his hand lingering on the small of her back a little longer than needed. His eyes always on her. The team did pick up on in but never said anything, never spoke up on how their Captain was alway by their managers side.
But when they found themselves alone, he would kiss her knuckles and hold her hand. How their faces would linger closely together, only to pull away. It drove him crazy, how she would touch his arms as she sat in front of him while she talked. Her nails dragging softly against his biceps, as she looked as him though her lashes. She even did it as she taped his arm, letting he hands linger on his skin.
In those months he learned more, how her breath would hitch if his lips kissed her neck them traveling down her body. He learned every inch of her body, what made her squirm, he learned to crave her touch. Only he had her like this, his name leaving her lips quietly, such a beautiful sound. It made him dizzy how she call out for him. He loved how her nails dragged again his skin leaving welts behind, he knew her body.
Even then the closeness of her, her smell intoxicating. It gave him a headache, the closeness of her body next to his. For months he’d have to keep to him self only lit his hands linger on her body, how selfish of him if he’d just let his hands be mindless. “Tosh your hands..” she muttered, her body in front of him as she taped his shoulder. His hands touching her waist, he loved how large hands still looked big on her, still they had room to explore her body.
“If somebody walks in..” she said looking down at him, his eyes heavy as he looked up at her.
“You’re absolutely enchanting.”
Her mouth agape only to close again a small smile appearing in her face “you need to keep to yourself Mr. Wakatoshi.” She hummed.
“How can I miss. Ibrahim, I just want you to myself.” He confessed standing up.
“Soon, my love, soon.” She spoke softly her hands holding the back of his bicep.
She watched as his eyes wondered on her lips, “just one..” he whispered.
She shook her head, they were getting ahead of themselves. He watched as she took his hands her lips meeting his knuckles “go kick to ass, one more game till nationals right?”
“One more.” He muttered his eyes still watching her lips.
One more game closer to being able to be with her. Every point counted, every spike every single movement. His eyes always found hers while he was on the court, one more and she’d be all his. But when they started losing, the tension grew strong in the court. Stupid mistakes being made and frustrations being noticed. A time being called, a time to gather and her to get them out of the funk. Her words sincere as she spoke to the team, her praise helping them. Her eyes met his, stoping her words smiling before she spoke again a hint of nervousness behind her smile.“just one more game.”
Maybe it was because he was distracted, maybe that’s why they lost. The silence that fell over the boys was eerie, some held tears in their eyes. Tears in her eyes. Watching as she carefully whipped away the tears off her face, as she sat next to goshki who cried next to her, he watched as she comforted him speaking to him softly. “Ya know if you walk over she’ll comfort you to..” Tendou giggled, his finger poking the ace.
“I fear she’s the one who needs comfort..” he spoke.
Just with that she broke down the first year next to her panicking as he whipped his eyes. Semi sitting next to her telling Goshki to shut up.
The team didn’t know what to do, they’d never watch her break down like this. The team sitting around her as she covered her face, soft sobs coming from her lips.
“I’m sorry…” she muttered softly whipping her face pushing her hair behind her ears.
“You guys did fucking awesome.. god and don’t let that old man tell you otherwise. You guys worked your ass off.” She spoke, a nervous laugh behind her words. She shook her head looking down, as tears feel into her lap.
The feeling of a hand grabbing her gently making her look up “you look like you need some comfort.” Wakatoshi spoke.
She laughed between broken sobs nodding as she grabbed his hands being pulled up by him. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he held her tightly, his arms crossed behind her back as his hands held her sides tightly. She needed a hug, just from him, for a moment her cries stoped soon her body shuttered in his embrace, the sniffle of her nose heard. “Thank you for asking me to be your guy’s manager..”
“Couldn’t think of anyone else for the position.” He whispered. His face falling into her neck. She took such good care of him of his team, never did he see the job in her eyes. She cared so much for them, would do anything for them, because she knew they’d do the same for her. She knew that he would take care of her. It was weird to thing that this was their last official game, they’d graduate.
“One more game right?” Tendou said.
“Yeah.. one more game.” She spoke pulling away looking at Ushijima.
“So are you guys gonna kiss or not.” Semi laughed.
She blurted out her head falling on Wakatoshis shoulder. “One more game right?” He asked.
She nodded “My contract still stands..” she whispered.
“Not if we don’t see it.” Reon said, “plus we’ve known.” Washijo spoke
Her eyes looked up meeting the older coach “and he can’t keep a secret my dear.” He said.
“You told!”
“Perhaps.. selfish of me I know but you’re not the one getting introuble.. I am.” Wakatoshi spoke looking at her, he face covered in utter disbelief.
“Unbelievable.” She said hitting his chest.
“I apologize.” He said.
The team had left them be the hall way empty now, he had waited months to be at this point. To be able to kiss her, taste the gloss on her lips.
His hand holding her face so delicately as he kissed her, the kiss slow and passionate. He savored her, the feeling of her hands holding his wrist as he kissed her. God how he wished to have her like this forever. Pulling away breath heavy his forehead falling on hers, “one more than we can go.” He spoke.
Her hands grazing his neck as they kissed once more, her hands soon falling into his hair her nails scratching his scalp slightly.
“Thank you for taking a chance on me.” he whispered quietly.
the strawberry pink of the candy rested in between your lips as you pulled the lollipop out of your mouth, a near invisible string of saliva connected to the sweet and it popped out with a loud smack that seemed to run down his spine, pooling in his too-tight pants.
daichi swallowed, throat dry, and looked away, letting his eyes wander over the blackboard his teacher had just scribbled on. mundane things, boring stuff, trying to think about anything but the way your tongue curled around the pink head— uh, the candy.
the seams of his pants strained, uncomfortably so, and his hand holding the pencil was just sitting there on top of the paper. he had planned to get a bit of studying done for finals in between the periods, but then the wrapping paper had crinkled, and he had turned his head in curiosity, and now—
his eyes snapped back from when he was watching you to the paper in front of him. another sucking sound that had his mind spiral into filthy images of you leaned over a desk, and he shook his head lightly.
daichi, come on, get a grip.
when he couldn’t help but glance over to you again, you held his gaze and winked at him with that sinful lollipop nestled in one of your cheeks, the little bulge warming him up, the glistening sticky remnant of the candy on your lips inviting.
cw: backshots, size kink kinda?, overstimulation, manhandling, cockdrunk!reader, aftercare, lmk if I missed anything!!
Daichi had been patient. Too patient.
But now? Now he was done holding back.
“You wanna act like a fuckin’ tease all day?” His voice was low, rough against your ear, his grip firm as he bent you over the bed, one large hand pressing into the dip of your spine. “Now you wanna run? Ain’t happenin’, baby.”
you weren’t trying to run. not really. You just hadn’t expected him to snap like this. The shift from your sweet, composed Daichi to this rough, possessive version of him had your head spinning—and your pussy throbbing.
you whimpered, pressing your cheek against the mattress as his thick fingers dug into your hips, holding you in place.
“Daichi—”
“Nah, sweetheart.” His grip tightened, his other hand reaching up, wrapping around the back of your neck. “You wanted to push me? You fuckin’ got me.”*
the first thrust of his hips knocked the breath from your lungs.
“Ohhh, fuck—!”
His cock stretched you open, thick and deep, pressing right up against your cervix, and you swore you could feel him in your stomach.
“M mh, yeah—fuckin’ knew it,” Daichi groaned, rolling his hips slow, deep, making you feel every inch of him. “Knew this tight little pussy could take me.”
You clenched around him desperately, thighs trembling, barely able to catch your breath before he snapped his hips forward again.
The sound of his balls slapping against your ass echoed through the room—wet, filthy, obscene.
“You hear that?” He gritted out, his pace quickening, each thrust harder, rougher. “That’s me owning this fuckin’ pussy. That’s you…” He punctuated his words with a particularly sharp snap of his hips, making you cry out. “..gettin’ fucked proper.”
Your vision blurred, your nails clawing at the sheets, desperate to ground yourself as he ruined you.
“Fuck, ‘m so deep—feels so fuckin’ good—” Your voice was a broken, needy mess, slurred with pleasure, and Daichi let out a dark chuckle.
“Yeah? That’s all it takes to turn you into my dumb little fucktoy?”
You moaned, the filth of his words making heat coil even tighter in your belly.
“You love it, huh?” He growled, pulling out almost entirely before slamming back in, dragging a sob from your throat. “Love bein’ bent over and fucked like this? Love takin’ it from behind while my balls slap against this pretty little pussy?”
“Y-yes—fuck, Daichi—!”
“That’s right,” he grunted, one hand sliding up, tangling in your hair, yanking your head back just enough to arch your spine. “So fuckin’ pretty like this, baby. My perfect little fuckin’ mess.”
Your walls fluttered around him, pleasure crashing through you as your orgasm hit, your body shaking beneath him.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he groaned, his thrusts turning erratic, desperate, his fingers digging into your waist. “Ohhh, fuck—gonna cum so deep, baby—gonna fill this perfect little cunt up—”
His hips slammed forward one last time, burying himself as deep as he could go, his cock pulsing as he came with a low, guttural groan.
For a few seconds, the only sound in the room was his heavy breathing, the sticky press of your bodies, the mess between your thighs.
Then, finally, his grip softened.
“Shit, baby,” he muttered, leaning down, pressing a soft kiss between your shoulder blades. “You okay?”
You hummed weakly, still trying to catch your breath, and he chuckled, rubbing soothing circles into your hips, massaging the spots where his fingers had bruised you.
“Lemme clean you up, sweetheart,” he murmured, his lips trailing up to your ear, pressing another gentle kiss there. “Then I’ll make it up to you.”
You shivered, already knowing that making it up to you meant another round.
And you weren’t complaining.
AUTHOR‘S NOTE: is the cure to female loneliness receiving backshots??😣 ANYWAY REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN!!! CURRENTLY WORKING ON THEM
Would y’all hate it if I made a Daryl Dixon x reader (kinda x Negan Smith) where the reader gets pregnant feel like it adds to the drama and story but I could always do it without I know a lot of people HATE pregnancy tropes, but it’s doesn’t remove the main plot of the story!
sum: After travis invited the group out for a Valentine’s day group date, Zane found himself going to be alone until Aaron mentioned his bestfriend just moved back. That a good night out would do her well and that they would get along. Aarons bestfriend and Aphmaus bestfriend together, it would just a few hours right she couldn’t be to bad.
warnings: kinda oc!, ex lovers!, tension(good!), fluff, many many headcanocs thus character appearance and personality! Aaron being a 10/10 hb!(and a black king!), rushed and not proofread!
Perhaps this wasn’t the most practical way to spend Valentine’s Day. A blind date. Perfect. She had just moved back to Phoenix Drop, it was her first time back since high school, but she didn’t have much of a place to go since she had been well cheated on and dumped. It had been a few years since then but she never got the courage to come back ‘home’. Home for it was the place she spent most of her teen years, Aaron had convinced her to come back so that there were familiar faces and well, him.
So here she was prettying herself up for some random guy she hadn't met, Aaron sitting in her living room talking to her as she rushed back and forth in her apartment. “Youll like him, common have I ever mis led you when it come to your potential love life?” he spoke pushing his locs out of his face. He looked up to her a grin on his face meeting a flat expression from his friend.
“Yes you have, multiple times.” she scoffed walkinging into her bedroom grabbing her heels.
He gasped dramatically “I have never! Not my fault you like douchbags.” he finished shrugging, quick to flinch as she swatted at him.
“Common you'll like him. Pretty sure you know him also.” He smiled.
She huffed flipping her press behind her shoulder as she zipped her heels. “Plus friend. You look good, you feel good huh?” he chuckled standing up reaching out to her.
“I do, def feelin’ myself.” she chuckled letting her hands run over her body, the white satin of her dress, the dress its self short and hugged her curves carefully, the dress coming around wrapping on the side with a gold loop, the back open, and the lngsleves on it white laced, a pair of boot wedges coming up to her knees to complete the whole outfit.
If there's one thing her and Aaron where was close the pair growing up with one another, and as much shit as she wanted to give him she trusted him. She later found out that it was a group date, okay… so about no chance of it being awkward. She stood there with Aaron the two talking as they waited, she watched as his eyes caught someone behind her, turning she saw two people, a short girl with dark hair and a guys with white hair.
“Hi! Oh my gosh! Y/n!” she shrieked excitedly.
Oh! She knew her, she grinned glancing at Aaron “Hi Aphmau! Its been a while!” she said letting the girl take her in an embrace.
Didn't take long for others to arrive as Aphmau talked to her and Aaron, the flowers Aaron had given her now in the white hair boys hands for he slacked and forgot flowers. She stood near Aphmau as she begun to wave someone over “Zane! Over here!”
Zane. Her neck quickly snapping, it was him, that skrawny emo boy from high school; well not so skrawny anymore he was much taller, thinker, and muscular than he was four years ago, his sleeves rolled up showing the tattoos on his arms and he seemed to not wear a mask from what she remembered his hair fuller but cut into a mullet type his hair falling into his face nicely. She couldn't help but grin.
“Told ya you would like him.”
She smacked Aaron “Shut up its not even that I know the kid, we were close in highschool and collage and then I fell of the radar.”
He looked at her “What...oh yeah-“
She shushed him telling him quickly “I'll tell you later.”
“Zane id like you to meet Y/n, Y/n, Zane.”
His eyes met her a small tug at his lip as she put his hand out, her gladly accepting it “Been awhile Zane.”
“Heh- only 4 years, good to see a familiar face and not a random person,” Zane spoke, she hummed his deep tone running a shiver up her spine.
“Good to know you never grew out of your ‘I hate everyone phase.’” she chuckled.
Zane rolled his eyes “Good to know you're still a cheery tease.”
“My teaseing never bothered you.”
He chuckled shaking his head “whatever.”
Aphmau looked between them dumbfounded. “I take it you guys know each other.” she giggled feeling the tension between them.
“You know Zane you can let go of her hand.” Aaron spoke up laughing.
She frowned a little when he swiped his hand out of hers, Aaron earning a glare from his best friend. ‘Sorry’ he mouthed.
The evening was going to be good, she could feel it. The evening went by nicely, Zane and Y/n going off into the arcade by themselves. A lively conversation was being held between them, and the group thought it was weird seeing Zane being so… talkative. Let alone with a very…very… attractive woman. An older confident women that was flirting back. Garroth and Laurance couldn't help but eavesdrop, only to be shooed off by Lucinda and Cadenza being told to mind their own business.
They hadn't seen each other in ages In all honesty the last conversation they had wasn't the nicest. But all of the seemed to be forgotten, Zane stood close to her and she never backed away from him. He was excited, to say the least, the moment Aphmau had mentioned her name. Yes in a corny girl crush way, Zane took some time getting ready, in hopes that it was her, in all reality he knew it was her. Aaron's best friend knew in high school, who else could have had it been. She had changed a lot, but so had he. Zane deep down hoped that maybe she'd notice it, how he wasn't too awkward and shy, that he wasn't so reserved with the people he liked.
“Youve changed a bit Zane still a dork trying to seem all, unbothered.” she smiled leaning into him as they walked but this time she didn't pull her body away.
“Well at least I'm more talkative, a lot more talkative.” he spoke, he felt her arm sneek between his body and arm letting her hand hold on to his upper bicep.
“Your the same when it comes to your boldness.” He spoke up his eyes catching hers.
She grinned tilting her head “dose it bother you I can just..” she spoke starting to pull her arm away only for Zane to stop her.
“That not what I said.”
She hummed continuing to walk, looking around at the games she caught Aarons eye. Raising a brow as he motioned to his phone.
“Zane can I see my bag.” she asked, Zane slipped the purse off his shoulder letting her get into it. Opening her phone was a message.
“Youre riding with Zane, he’ll take you home and to dinner! Love ya twin! 8D”
“Looks like I'm yours for the night, you're my ride!” she smiled up at him.
Raising a brow “oh? Am I now?” looking lover as Aphmau and Aaron, Aph sent him a wave.
“This was a set up I feel like. Do they know-”
“That we messed Around in highschool and collage, no. Well not as,” she stopped herself.
“Oh shit, Aaron dose. Remember in collage when you were staying over and he popped by and I ‘hid’ you.” she spoke using air quotes or his.
Zane hummed “yeah he saw you, I eventually broke and told him it was a thing.” she waved off.
It was more than just a thing she was in love with him, but was 100% sure he wanted nothing romantic. “How fun. Could give our friends something to gawk about.” he spoke stepping closer to her, his breath hot on her face and his tone deep, he knew exactly what he was doing.
She groaned internally, closing her eyes, yeah part of those feelings never left. He always knew how to talk to her making her knees shake just a bit, or fully buckle under her. “I will kiss you don't tempt me,” she spoke.
He chuckled his hand grabbing her face lightly kissing her cheek. “We can always go back early, we were always good at sneaking off…”
She hummed leaning into him, quickly catching herself she pulled back her hands grabbing his collar. “Not even together for 3 hours and trying to fuck me already, shame on you.” she teased.
Zane shook his head “please you liked it, and thought about it.” he trailed off.
“Ugh! Did not!”
“Did too.” he grinned smugly.
“Hey you two! You're making me sick stop it!” Laurence shouted causing them to look over.
A glare from Zane pierced him and his brother who was fake throwing up, Y/n on the other hand giggled. To his surprise, he felt himself being pulled closer to her by his collar. Slowly, very slowly… he looked at her a bit of mischief gleaming in her eyes as she pulled him closer and closer. Zane could feel a bit of panic run through his body, no nervousness, no excitement. He couldn't tell maybe it was all three. “Stop what?” she asked the two men.
They both started to speak up again She faced him her lips brushing Zane's his lip piercings being tugged lightly and she drug her lips against him, a loud “Yeah!” could be heard from Aphmau and Travis. Zane was fully expecting a ball-dropping kiss only to be disappointed when she pulled away pressing her lips together with the idea that she had smudged her lipstick. Zane growled irritably, “what Z? Expecting a kiss?” she mocked, letting go of his collar fixing it carefully.
“Easy…” he warned.
The thigh-squeezing tension between them was sickening, not just to them but to everyone around them. So much for Zane's pro quo of non-PDA. Needless to say after that moment there was zero level of nervousness from either of them. It was a good feeling the few nasty jokes tossed around, but there was the know that even with that there was a feeling of comfort not just after each other to get in bed with one another again. Not that they’d complain, it would be tossed around but it wasn't ill.
They had genuinely missed each other, each other's company, voices, and innocent touch. Deep down there was this feeling being relit and it was such a good feeling. This time it didn't feel one-sided either. The way he looked at her, his eyes filled with such desire and want, how even though Zane not fully comfortable with it they were always touching, legs shoulders, hand in hand or her wrapping her arm around his. In a way, it felt as it did before but this time he wasn't scared to show it, to show her to other people.
Funny how all it took was one night, no one hour to fall back into this pattern. Irene, hopefully it wasn't the same old pattern. The fact of catching each other admiring each other was such a realizing feeling that at dinner he pulled her closer his hand resting on her soft thigh his thumb tracing a small circle on top of it. He would sit quietly as she talked and catch up with old friends. He forgot how refreshing it was to hear her laugh, a deep dorky laugh that she never hid no matter the audience. How she frowned smiled for a moment only for it to turn into a big toothy one. Gods he yearned for a presence like this. He warm light aura surrounding her and affecting those around her.
She would have to thank Aaron for setting this up as he did, him taking her home. His hand in her lap she she played with the rings on his fingers, as she went on and on giving Zane a catch-up on her life. Zane is doing the same with her fueling the conversation making him talk more. Zane cherished this feeling, that he didn't have to be closed off and to himself, but that he could be so unforgivably himself. Arriving at her apartment he got out opening her door, walking up to her apartment there was for once tonight a comfortable silence. Hand in hand the stopped infrint of her door.
When their eyes caught each other in that moment there was this known feeling, a soft smile given to Zane and he gave one back. Leaning in carefully he spoke,
“Ill do it right this time.” he whisper.
Looking up at him, a smile covered her face.
“Yeah? We’ll take our time? Know each other better than we did before.” she asked quietly taking his other hand.
“100 times better. With the exceptions of sleepovers.”
She couldn't help but laugh “I wont complain, depending how much your over ill empty a drawer for you again have a place in my closet for you and everything. Just like before.”
He hummed “Just like before.” he finished feeling her head leaning into him, her arms falling around him a hug being shared. Zane let his face fall into her shoulder squeezing her a bit tighter as if she was going to be taking from her.
Pulling back he kissed her forehead, “I promise.” he said, his hand moving hair out of her face. Him taking in her dark features, “Gods I missed you, I promise this time I'll say and do everything I didn't before.”
“Oh Zane..” she muttered.
He pressed his lips together looking at her then her eyes. “Goodnight, Y/n. Glad that it was you.” he smiled, pulling away from her.
“Wait-” she spoke grabbing his forearms.
“Would you like to stay over? Its late and well a Friday night…”
Zane chuckled “Exceptions of sleepovers…”
She nodded, “Exception of sleepovers, plus I have something you can change into, you stillfuck with pink right.” she giggled.
so like since the aphmau fandom is back have ZERO clue it’s they’re active here but i’ve had an itch for zane and there’s no fics about him so i’m making my own!!
