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disclaimer: this is an absolutely self-indulgent drabble that was inspired by my tt fyp
You'd been planning this for nearly two weeks.
Maybe that was excessive for a prank. Maybe most people didn't spend fourteen days plotting the downfall of their spouse.
You weren't most people.
At least twenty-seven videos had appeared on your feed today alone, each one featuring some poor unsuspecting victim falling for the same prank. Every single time, you laughed so hard you nearly cried. By the fifteenth video, you'd stopped seeing it as a suggestion and started seeing it as a sign.
The universe wanted this to happen.
The package had arrived that morning.
The tiny bottle of fart spray now sat innocently on your dresser, looking far less dangerous than it actually was.
Down the hall, the shower was running. Kotaro had just come home from hosting a youth volleyball clinic with Kuroo, buzzing with energy and smelling entirely like the gym. Naturally, he had tried to suffocate you in sweaty, enthusiastic kisses before you shoved him toward the bathroom.
You could hear him loudly off-key singing in the shower over the sound of the rushing water.
He had absolutely no idea what was coming.
You took a deep breath, plastered a look of sheer, agonizing discomfort on your face, and pushed the bathroom door open. The room was thick with warm steam and the scent of Kotaro's body wash.
Behind the frosted shower curtain, his silhouette stopped moving. "Babe? Everything okay?"
"Ko, I'm so sorry, I just have to use the bathroom," you groaned, leaning against the sink and clutching your stomach for dramatic effect. "My stomach just hurts so bad, I'm sorry baby. I'll be quick."
"Aw, no! Did you eat something bad?" Kotaro’s voice instantly shifted into full, worried-husband mode. The curtain rustled as he poked his wet head out, his golden-owl eyes wide with genuine concern. "Do you need medicine? Do you want me to get out? I can—"
You hid the spray behind your back. "No, no, stay there! I’m just gonna use the toilet," you whimpered, practically tasting an Oscar win.
"Okay, okay! Let me know if you need anything!" he called out, pulling the curtain back shut.
As soon as he was hidden, the look of pain vanished from your face, replaced by a wicked grin. You uncapped the tiny bottle, pointed it toward the ceiling, and aggressively pumped the nozzle four... five... six times before quickly sitting down on the toilet.
For a second, there was silence.
Then, the stench hit. It seemed to be an unholy combination of rotten eggs, hot garbage, and just...funk.
You gagged, bringing your hand up to cover your mouth. Maybe you sprayed too much.
"Dude..." Kotaro’s voice came from behind the curtain, suddenly sounding a little choked up. "Babe? What did you eat?"
"I told you Ko, my stomach hurts," You bit your lip, trying desperately not to laugh out loud. "Maybe it was the sushi from last night?”
"Sushi?" He repeated, his voice strained.
"Baby..." he said again, voice weaker this time. "That sushi was, like, twenty-four hours ago."
You pressed your lips together so hard they started to hurt. "Maybe it was delayed."
"Delayed?"
"Yeah."
There was a pause. "I don't think that's how fish works."
A muffled cough came from behind the curtain.
Then another.
Then the sound of him shuffling farther away from the spray.
Which, unfortunately for him, wasn't very far.
"Oh my God."
You dug your nails into your palm, trying to stifle your laughter. "Are you okay, Ko? I’m so sorry, baby—"
"No." The answer was immediate as a wet hand slapped against the tile. "No, babe, I'm actually a little concerned. What is that?"
"I told you Ko, my stomach hurts."
"I know your stomach hurts!" he cried out. "But are you digesting nuclear waste?!"
You nearly snorted.
The shower curtain rustled violently.
"Oh, wow." Another cough. "Wow."
"You're being dramatic." You said as you bit down hard on your knuckles.
"Dramatic?!" Kotaro’s voice cracked. "Baby, flush! Please, for the love of God, flush it away!"
You stared at the toilet bowl, completely empty besides the clean water. "I did flush, Ko! It’s just... lingering!"
"Open the door! Open the window! Open something!" A wet, frantic hand slapped against the shower wall as he tried to peer through the curtain. "I love you so much, but I can't breathe through my nose anymore, and if I breathe through my mouth, I can taste it! I can taste the sushi, babe!"
Unable to hold it in for another second, a loud, ugly snort escaped your throat.
And then a loud, wheezing, completely uncontrollable cackle that echoed through the bathroom.
The shower curtain was suddenly ripped back with enough force to nearly tear it off the rings. Kotaro stood there, framed by the swirling steam like a disgruntled, wet owl, coughing dramatically into his fist as he blinked through his watering eyes.
He looked at you. Then at your fully clothed legs. Then back up at you.
The sheer betrayal that washed over his face was a work of art.
"You..." he whispered, his voice dropping an octave. "You aren't even pooping."
You lost it. Completely and utterly lost it. You threw your head back, howling with laughter as tears streamed down your face, holding up the tiny, innocent-looking plastic spray bottle like a trophy.
His eyes narrowed as his expression changed. The devastation vanished and seemed to be replaced by something much worse.
Determination.
Your laughter immediately slowed. "...Baby."
"No."
"Ko."
"Nope."
He stepped out of the shower, wet and as naked as the day he was born.
You immediately scrambled backwards off the toilet. "Now hold on baby, let's talk about this."
The bathroom was suddenly very small.
"Oh, we're gonna talk."
"Ko—."
"We're gonna have a long conversation about trust."
You screamed, diving out of the way as the bathroom dissolved into absolute, chaotic laughter, the foul smell completely forgotten in favor of the frantic, slippery wrestling match now taking place on the bathmat.
Marital bliss at its absolute finest.
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I cackled so hard I woke my fiancé up
Shopping with Bokuto
Warnings: Fluff, Comedy, Not proofread
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Boy would be the sweetest partner in existence.
He’s patient, understanding, laughs at all your jokes.
Not to mention gorgeous too-
But specifically imagine shopping together…
Hear me out dudes
You guys are just having a cute little date
Went to lunch, and just walking around town
If he even gets an inkling that you glanced at a store
He’s grabbing your hand and dragging you in
If it’s a clothing store specifically, he will give you his honest opinion if you ask what he thinks
And by honest opinion I mean saying you look gorgeous in every option you hold up
He will carry your items to check out for you
And dear god
Don’t even think about grabbing your wallet
He would FIGHT you over the card reader
Booty bumping, shoving you by the hip, putting his hand on your forehead to push you away
All while giggling like he told the funnest joke
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“That new cafe was actually pretty good. I wasn’t expecting the pastries to be so delicious!” He exclaims, a wide smile on his face. He had just got home after a long trip of away games, and boy was he eager to spend some time with his fiancé. A new cafe had just opened in town, and Bokuto had been dying to take you to try it with him.
“I know right!? Oh my god the iced latte was to freakin diiie for as well.” You throw your head back with a comedic moan, causing him to burst into a fit of giggles.
You walk hand in hand down the street until you come across a nice looking clothing shop. Your steps slow down for a beat as you window shop for a second. Bokuto notices (obviously) and with a proud smirk, he’s pulling you through the doors.
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“Which one looks better, Kō?” You hum, holding up two very similar dresses up to your chest. Bokuto tilts his head with immense concentration.
“Uuuh… Both! You would look drop dead stunning in both.” He wiggles his eyebrows, causing a laugh to bubble in your chest. “I suggest getting both.”
With a nod and a smile, you take his advice and get both. Before you could turn to walk towards the checkout, he reaches towards you and plucks the dresses from your hand.
“Can’t have a pretty lady lifting a finger now can I?” His voice drops an octave, leaning close to your ear to press a chaste kiss there. All you can do is shake your head with a big smile.
As you made it to the checkout, the cashier quickly scans your items and tells your total. Your hand starts to reach for your wallet when Bokuto’s eyes widened. “Nuh uh- no ya don’t!” He dramatically whines, bumping his hip gently against yours. You stagger every slightly with a shocked giggle.
“Kō, absolutely not!” You protest, hand reaching for your wallet once again, but you knew you were fighting a losing battle.
Bokuto shakes his head before grabbing his own wallet and pulling out his card. You try to bump your hip back into his, challenging him to a playful (and to the cashier, annoying) fight for payment. Bokuto quickly turns his back to you before popping his bottom out, knocking you slightly off balance with his butt. With a giggle he quickly tries to hand his debit card to the cashier.
“I’m not going down that easily!” You growl playfully, poking his sides where he’s ticklish. He yelps before placing his free hand against your forehead and pushing you back at a safe distance, successfully handing the card to the poor unfortunate store clerk.
“I’ll take those!” He proudly puffs out his chest as he grabs the bagged items and grabbing your hand, leading you out the door.
With a sigh of defeat, you look up at him with pure adoration. What a dork. But hey, he’s your dork.
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I Love You Baby||Kenma
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Warnings: Straight Fluff. Whipped Kenma.
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“Alright guys, that’s the end of the stream for tonight-“ Kenma pauses to yawn, protests filling the twitch chat. “I have a meeting tomorrow morning, so I gotta log off early. I’ll see you guys in the next one. Bye!” Ending the stream, he pulls his headphones off his head, stretching his stiff back.
He stands to his feet (lowkey feels like pins and needles) before shuffling his way out of his gaming office. With a tired sigh, he checks the time. 11:27 pm. It’s early to retire his stream, usually gaming until ungodly early morning hours, but tonight he had to sleep well in preparation for a long meeting tomorrow.
Slowly opening his slightly ajar bedroom door, trying to be quiet, a small smile graces his face. There, on his shared bed, was a mess of limbs and blanket. His wife. A squishmallow comically sitting atop her snoozing head almost makes him chuckle out loud, but he pushes it down with an amused shake of his head. Next to you and Connor the Cow, on his side of the bed, was a small black kitten. The young feline raises her head with tired eyes, stretching her legs out with a chirp.
Kenma tiptoes his way to the side of the bed, giving the kitty a scratch under the chin. “Hi, Spooky. Having a good cuddle with mom?” He whispers, chuckling softly as the kitten meows in response before pattering her way off the bed, out the door, and straight to her food bowl.
He gently slips into bed beside you, carefully removing the squishmallow from your head and onto the floor. He reaches towards you, fingers caressing your cheek. When you begin to stir awake, he leans over to press a kiss to your jaw. He mumbles a soft “Goodnight sleepyhead” against your skin.
Scrunching your nose in a yawn, you crack one eye open. “Ken?” You mumble quietly, hands reaching out to seek the warmth of your husband.
“Right here, baby.” He smiles, taking your hand in his. “I’m right here.”
His heart melts slightly when he sees the soft, content smile that pulls at your lips. You roll onto your side to face him.
“I missed you, Ken.” You whisper, barely audible over the bedside fan humming in the background of the dimly lit bedroom.
He felt his stomach twist with a giddy punch of love. He’s nearing his 27th year of life, married for only 9 months, but hearing your sweet voice makes him feel 16 again. “I missed you too, sweets. I’m here now.”
With a kiss to the tip of your nose, he wraps his arm around your side, pulling you against his chest. He heard a soft sigh leave your slightly parted lips, sleep already consuming you once again. He smiles to himself, planting a barely there kiss to your bottom lip. “I love you, baby.”
“I love you too…” And with that, you were back to dreamland. Kenma slips his leg between yours, nuzzling your hair. One thing was for certain. Kenma loves his wife.
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A/N: I’m having a hard night dealing with grief and shit.(trauma things. #parentless?) So I wanted to write something so sickly fluff that I got a tummy ache. Anyway my dudes, requests are open and I’ve already hit writers block after returning to writing. Ain’t wrote a damn thing in like 6 years and already have writers block. 😐 please give me ideeeaaaas.
Grief makes you do funny things.
It makes you hold onto their clothing, breathing in a painful breath, smelling their scent still lingering on it.
It makes you correct yourself when you speak of them in the moment, forgetting for the millionth time that there no longer is a “now”, only a “was”.
It makes you call their number every so often. Even though you know they’ll never answer. Only to find out one random night that their number no longer exists.
It makes you look through old pictures, videos, social media statuses just to feel some sort of normalcy again.
It makes you listen to old voicemails and voice messages from them, just to hear their voice one more time, even if it’s trapped within a digital bubble and not like hearing it in the moment, raw and real, coming out of their mouth.
It makes you text them with tears rolling down your cheeks because you know it will forever sit as “sent” and “delivered” but never read.
Grief makes you do funny things.
And it’s a constant reminder that you’re alone.
From This Day Forward||Harvey
Warnings: Abuse, alcohol, dead parent, injury, violence, SMUT! Badly written fic bc I haven’t written in 6 years
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Your relationship with your parents was always strained and tight, being a defiant child wanting to bend the rules of what you would consider the “norm”. Your family came from little fortune, being plagued by poverty. Your father was always a harsh man, opting to drink himself mad instead of providing for his family. Your mother tried to provide as well as she could with limited resources and education. She worked a small restaurant as a waitress, but unfortunately lost her life due to a drunk driver making the wrong decision on a rainy spring night.
Many nights you counted the pores in the dirty hardwood floor of your childhood home, your father throwing beer bottles against the walls. He refused to get a job, instead forcing you to get a shitty fast food job when you freshly turned 16. He drank his sorrows away with Budweiser and tvarscki, harsh hands and scarring words forever haunting your mind.
He always seemed to resent you, for as long as you can remember, even before losing your mother. Maybe it was because he lost his freedom after you were born, or just for the sole fact he always despised children. But after your mother tragically lost her life, and your grandfather stepped up as the only father figure in your life, his abuse only got worse.
You eventually moved out of that ran down roach infested apartment in the shady part of town. You managed to get a job at JoJa Co. as a sales representative, barely affording a small one bedroom apartment in the city. Things got ever so slightly better since leaving your father behind. Until the day you got the call that your grandfather was deathly ill and not expected to make it.
You managed to make it to his bedside in the nick of time, grabbing his weak wrinkly hand. His tired eyes scanned your grief stricken face. A small sad smile pulls at his lips. “My child… you’ve been through so much in this cruel life time. I’m so sorry to leave you behind, but I fear it’s my time to see your mother.” A weary chuckle leaves his lips before coughing harshly. “It was not my intention to leave you so soon, young one. But Mighty Yoba is calling me home.” He pauses for a moment to sigh sorrowfully before closing his eyes. “Take the envelope at my bedside. When you’re crushed by modern life or just need an escape from here, read it.”
Your lips trembled as tears rushed down your cheeks. You grip his thin hands with your right hand as you slowly lift your left to gently caress his forehead. “Papaw… please don’t leave me- I… I can’t do this without you.” A broken sob catches in your throat as his bearded face seems to droop with guilt.
“My child, I wish I could stay. I’d give everything to be by your side for longer. You’re an intelligent individual, and I know in my heart that you will do great things.” His eyes seem to grow heavier by the second, the color slowly draining from his face. “I love you, young one. Do me proud.” A small smile graced his features as his eyes close for the last time.
You stare at the phone in your hands, fingers trembling as the weight of the words you’re reading slowly sink into your mind. Your jaw tightens as a shaky breath escapes through your nostrils. Tears begin to well in your glassy eyes as your bottom lip quivers with a mix of grief and anger. The bright light of the screen burns your face with a taunting glint.
- Father: “You will always be a disappointment to this family. You’re a cowardly piece of shit to run from your mistakes. You better pray you never see me face to face again.
A broken whimper escapes past your teeth as you quickly turn your phone off, small trembles in your hands as your legs seem to move without your brain commanding them to. You began pacing your small cabin as your lungs struggle to catch a decent breath. Your vision becomes blurry from the dam of tears that’s threatening to break through. Oh Yoba, why can’t he just leave you alone?
Feeling your chest tightening as the familiar feeling of panic sits on you like a brick, you grab your pickaxe and sheath your sword before stumbling out of the worn down wooden door. You didn’t know exactly why you were heading towards the mines, but all you did know what you needed to feel is SOMETHING.
Your eyes fixated on the dirt ground, going in and out of focus. Every moment and word your father sneered at you replaying like a broken record in your head. You barely noticed that the dirt road turned to stone, not until your face met with a hard force.
You stumbled back in shock, quickly flying your hands to shield your head from the unknown, breath hitching in your throat. A muffled “oof-“ echoed through the trees as someone grabs your shoulder to steady you.
“Whoa! Farmer- I’m sorry I didn’t see you there. Are you okay?” A deep voice sounded through your ears and your arms slowly lower from your face. Hazel eyes started into yours with a look of shock, curly brown hair disheveled from the collision. Harvey.
You couldn’t say that you were friends with Harvey, only having had limiting interactions in the saloon or the occasional pickle jar you would drop off to him as gifts. He was a nice gentlemen, awkward but sweet all in one. Your trust had been slowly building with your fellow villager.
“Y/N…? Are you okay?” His eyebrows furrow in concern as he studied your tear stained cheeks. “Whoa, what happened? Are you okay?” His mustache subtly droops, hand staying firm on your shoulder.
“I… I’m fine! I’m totally fine. Thanks.” You jerk your shoulder back quickly, eyes returning to the ground in a glare. Your hastily move to walk around him before you could make more of a fool of yourself. “Nothings wrong, I’m fine.”
His face falls into a sad expression, shaking his head. He reaches out and wraps his warm hand around your forearm gently. You freeze stiffly before slowly turning your head towards him with a raised brow. “Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to talk about it, but if you ever need someone to talk to, my door is always open, Y/N.” His voice was sincere and full of honesty, but you seriously just wanted to blow steam off in the dark cold mines.
“Yeah, thanks. I’ll remember that…” You mutter before pulling your arm out of his grip and quickly shuffling off towards the mountains.
Your biceps burn with every swing you make of the pickaxe. Stone breaking into small chunks around your feet, as you wiped the sweat from your brow. You had traveled down the mines a few times before, now having made it to level 53. You sigh heavily in frustration, your father’s text message still ringing in your mind.
“FUCK!” You scream, tears falling from your eyes again. You slam your pickaxe against the cave floor before sinking to your knees. “Fuck…” you whisper, slamming your fists against the ground. You were tired. So tired. Not from physical exhaustion, but from the swirling thoughts shouting through your mind.
Your self pity lasted only for a moment before you heard low eerie moans echo against the walls of the cold cave. Your eyes widen as a deathly chill ran down your spine. You felt the hairs on your arms stand and your skin pimple with fear. What the actual fuck was that?
Your head shoots around in panic as the moans slowly inched closer to you. Your scramble to your feet, pickaxe forgotten on the ground. Your hands tremble as you reached to unsheathe your sword. Your eyes darting around the room as water mockingly drips from the ceiling to your head.
Holding the sword in a defensive position with one hand, you slowly bend down to grab your pickaxe and loop it to your tool belt with your other hand. Your breath quickens in both fear and anticipation as the room became eerily quiet, only the sound of water dripping onto the floor.
That’s when you felt it. Ice coursing through your bloodstream like poison. You felt your joints stiffen as if you were a dead animal set in its final position. Your breathing becomes jagged as you try to fight against the feeling of paralysis, eyes coming in focus of what’s seemed to be… a ghost?
It’s hollow, black eyes bores into your own. Its pale skin seemed to sway and flow around it like a sheer sheet. It’s cold breath fans your face and you get a whiff of what smelt like metal and copper. You were going to die.
As you finally felt the vice grip break of whatever freezing energy that had you frozen, your arms moved quickly. You swung your sword down, all be it weakly, and watched as the blade moved through the sickly pale creature. What the fuck?
Your eyes widen as the blade seemed to have just phased through it like it never made contact, but the creature moaned in what sounded like pain. So you continued.
You swung until your arms and shoulder blades screamed at you to stop. But you couldn’t. If you didn’t use every ounce of strength you had to fight, you would be long gone before another soul ever stumbled upon your remains.
You pushed the entity back once more, but suddenly your foot collides with something hard. A feeble gasp escapes your lips as you barely had time to look down to see what had tripped you. A fucking iron ore rock. A curse fades from past your cracked, dry lips as you feel your body being pulled by gravity. The landing was hard, had landing on your left shoulder first. A sickening ‘pop’ bounced off the slick walls of the mines.
A groan of pain fell of your lips as you rolled to lie flat on your back. You squeeze your eyes shut in pain, sweat rolling onto your eyelashes. Your body writhed on the floor for a moment before the reality of your shoulder sinks into your mind. It’s not broken, but definitely dislocated.
You remember that the threat was still near, but you were too exhausted and in pain to try to fight anymore. Reaching over to quickly grab your sword, you crawl to your feet unsteadily. The entity slowly begins to glide towards you as you back your way to the ladder you once climbed down from.
Your body screeches with overwhelming exhaustion and fear as your footsteps begin picking up. Just before the entity could catch you once again, you gripped the sides of the ladder and began climbing. Every pull of your arms and shoulder hurts as fresh tears fall from your weary eyes. You waste no time ascending up the ladder, low moans and groans of the ghastly beast below starts slowly fading from earshot.
You don’t know how long you had been climbing, but once your body crawls onto the solid ground of the main entrance of the mines, it seems like every ounce of strength you had left washed from your bones like a stream of water. A long, exhausted sigh leaves your lungs and you stand to your shaking feet. Limping your way out of the caves, your eyes raised to look at the stars above.
You had stayed longer than you expected in the mines, the daylight now saying goodnight and the moon and stars gracing the horizon with their eerie beauty. You forced your body forward as you made your way around the lake and towards Robin’s home. Just a little longer and you could rest.
Unfortunately, it seemed that life just couldn’t let you go so easily. As you make the turn to walk towards the path that leads to Robin’s, your knees buckled. The trees begin to spin before you were suddenly staring at the stars again. You were lying flat on your back, the sword that hung around your torso digging uncomfortably into your back as it’s pressed between your body and the ground below. You couldn’t move. Your body had officially decided that it couldn’t continue.
You barely made out a shadowy figure quickly making haste towards you. You would’ve been startled and scared had it had not been for the sheer amount of exhaustion that flowed through your veins. Before long, a slim face comes into clear view of you, black hair framing his face like a halo. Slender hands reach under your body to hoist you against his chest, feeling a rapid heart beat that drummed in your ears as your cheek pressed against his peck.
“MOM! GET THE TRUCK!” The man shouts, jolting you around as he begins to run. “Fuck, fuck, fuck… Y/N, no, no, no!” You hear him whispering, more to himself than anything.
“Sebastian! Quick, put her in the backseat!” A familiar voice demands. Your head felt like a boulder that your neck couldn’t hold up anymore. The man in question, Sebastian, quickly opens the door and lays you in the backseat before sliding in and placing your head in his lap. Two more doors open and close as your eyes begin to drift shut.
“Keep her awake, Sebastian. We don’t know the extent of the damage. We have no clue what happened.” A younger voice than before echoes. “She could have a concussion for all we know.”
“Gotcha, Maru.” Sebastian nods. The truck roars to life before tires spin against the dirt. That same slender hand came to move the hair that clumped against your sweaty forehead. Opening your eyes again, they meet deep sapphire orbs swirling with emotions you couldn’t decipher. You faintly hear Robin talking to someone on the phone.
Time seems to move in slow motion as the truck shakes over every stone and gravel it drives over. You wanted nothing more than to just drift off to sleep, but every time your eyes close Sebastian would gently pinch your cheek to stir you awake.
After what felt like eternity, the truck comes to a halt. All four doors open and you feel a different set of hands reach to raise you up before hooking under your knees and back, lifting you out of the truck. “MARU, OPEN THE DOOR!”
You open your eyes that you hadn’t realized closed, adverting your gaze to the source of the deep voice. Determined hazel eyes were staring back into yours, brunette mustache downturned in a concentrated frown. “Y/N, I need you to stay with me, okay? I got you.” You could feel the vibration in his chest as he spoke, and for some reason you felt a sense of security wash over you. Your eyes drift closed once again before darkness consumes you.
You felt a dull pain flowing through your body as your eyes begin to flutter. A groan leaves your chapped lips as a sharp white light burns your eyes. As your eyes adjust, you look around the unfamiliar room. White. Sterile. Faintly smelling of rubbing alcohol and disinfectant. The clinic. You were at the clinic. You slowly raise your body to sit up so you could prop yourself against your elbow. What happened?
The town’s doctor walks into the room, eyes focused on the clipboard in hand. You clear your throat to catch his attention. His hazel eyes, looking a little more green in the fluorescent lights of the clinic, shot forward to look at you. “Y/N! You’re awake. That’s good. You gave us all a bad scare there.” He makes his way to your bedside in a few short strides. “How are you feeling?”
Your walls immediately come back up as your eyes move to stare at the ground. “I’m fine. Thank you.” You mumble, both embarrassment and shame evident in your voice.
A sigh blows Harvey’s mustache slightly as he sits in the roller chair next to your bed. “Y/N… I’ll be honest with you. I’m worried. You’re definitely not fine.” He sucks in a breath before continuing, leaning over to place his hand atop yours. “You’re so distant, you push everyone away that tries to get close to you… And when you’re obviously in distress, you put yourself in danger. It’s moronic, Y/N.”
Your head snaps up so quick that Harvey was almost concerned you got whiplash. “Moronic?” You repeat as he nods a matter of factly. “I’m not a fucking mathematician here buddy, but as a doctor don’t you think that’s it… I don’t know… fucking moronic to say that to your fucking patient?” You spat, venom on your tongue.
After sighing for what felt like the 20th time in five minutes, Harvey gave your hand a gentle squeeze. “I’m not saving it as your provider. I’m saying it as your friend. It was moronic. You could’ve been killed-“ Before he could finish his sentence, you rip your hand out of his.
“You don’t know anything about me.” You whisper, less venom in your words. “You don’t understand.”
“Even if I don’t understand, I will still listen. Your voice deserves to be heard. Whatever you’re going through, you’re not alone.” He pleads, eyebrows furrowing in concern. “Please, talk to me.”
You scoff before lifting your eyes to meet his, feeling the dreadful tears coming back to make an appearance. “If I do, you’ll just leave. Everyone does.”
Harvey’s eyes soften as his mouth falls open slightly. “True friends would never do that. I promise.” He smiles sadly, reaching forward to gently ruffle your hair. “C’mon, let’s get you discharged. Call me if you need someone to talk to. I’ll always be here.”
You stood in your kitchen washing a few dishes, humming softly along to the radio. It had been about a month since you were discharged from the clinic, having decided to take a long break from mining. You haven’t heard from your father since the dreaded text message, but your guard still stands on high alert. That man is dangerous and capable of anything.
You sigh as you lean forward against the kitchen sink. You haven’t spoken to Harvey in a few days and you wonder what he’s up to. Ever since your incident, the two of you had gotten closer. Daily texts, weekly lunch breaks together, and the occasional phone call before bed.
He has became a refuge for you along the way. He was always so understanding and patient with your rant sessions. He even has opened up a bit about his own past to you. You wiped your hands on your pants before picking up your phone and flicking Harvey’s contact. Your finger lingered over the call button for a moment before pushing the green button. A few rings sounded out before a gentle “hello?” Echoes through the speaker.
“Hey, Harv. Just wanted to see how you were!” Your voice was chipper, your walls crumbling down for the gentle giant. You twirled a piece of your hair between your fingers, excited to hear his deep voice.
“Oh, hey Y/N! I’m doing good. I’m glad you called, I was thinking of you as well.” His voice had something foreign behind it. Almost sounding shy and small. That was strange.
You two conversed for about 20 minutes about anything and everything. You were discussing some new crops you were planning to plant in the new season when a heavy, hard knock startled you out of your seat.
“Y/N? You okay? What was that?” Harvey asks, concern lacing his words.
“I gotta go Harv, someone’s at the door.” Your heart rate quickened as your gut was screaming at you that something was wrong. You quickly hang up before inching slowly towards the door. You stand close to the old wooden slab to try to listen for any clues on who could be there. Suddenly, the door swings open, knocking you back. Fuck, you forgot to lock the door.
Wincing from the impact of the door, your eyes meet with a familiar, dark, cold, soulless pair. Your father.
Your breath hitches and your mouth opens and closes, vocal cords refusing to cooperate. You begin backing up, head shooting back and forth trying to find an escape route. The only exit is blocked by your father’s body.
“Did you think I wouldn’t find you?” His emotionless tone caused your head to snap back to focus on him. Your breathing begins to become rigid. “You left me. You left me and got everything you ever wanted. You didn’t deserve this fucking escape.” His hands frantically motion around. “You didn’t deserve this land. This house. This life.”
He makes a large step towards you, eyes screaming with resentment. You back up until your back comes in contact with the fridge. You were stuck. Tears that you didn’t know were falling dripped down your cheeks and onto your neck. Before you knew it, his chest brushes yours.
“I’ve always hated you. I hated the fact you ruined my perfect life. But I hated you more after that fuck ass bitch died.” He sneers, lip curling in disgust at the mention of your mother. “You left and I had no more money, so now I’m here to collect your debt.” He leans in closer, the tip of his nose touching yours. You could smell the vodka on his breath every time he releases a breath. “I’m going to fucking kill you.”
A gasp falls upon deaf ears as his fist raises. You had no time to react before his knuckle came in contact with your left cheek. Your body flung to the side from the impact, but before you could fall the floor, you feel a hand grip your hair and yank you upright. You felt something wet trickle down to your upper lip, the taste of pennies flooding your taste buds. You raise your knee to make contact with his lower body. A grunt comes out of his mouth before he steps back.
“Not here though. It would be too obvious. But one day, I will end you.” He smirks before turning and walking out of the front door, leaving it wide open, letting the cool nightly summer breeze to flow through the frame.
Your back slides down the fridge as you land onto the hardwood floor. A broken sob fills the room as you put your head in your hands. With nothing else you can do, you sob. You cry until your throat hurts. You sob until your eyelids were swollen.
Suddenly, footsteps are heard on your porch. Immediately raising your head and holding in your breath, you see a figure at your door. The fear strikes you like lightning as you use your arms to shield your face. “No, please, no!”
“Y/N! What the hell happened” Harvey’s voice rung through the air. He was in front of you in a split second. “Who the fuck did this to you?”
Tears began falling again despite your best efforts, arms still in front of your face. “He… he’s going to kill me!” You sob. You feel gentle hands around your wrist as he pulls your arm down. He places his other hand on your knee.
“What did he do? We’ll go first thing tomorrow to the authorities.” He whispers, only loud enough to be heard over your cries. As if your body couldn’t sit upright anymore, you fall into him, head pushing into the crook of his neck.
“My father… He said he was going to kill me… he hit me.” You take a shaky breath before breaking into a sob again. It took a minute before you were able to get words out of your mouth. “He said not here. He said someday he would kill me.”
You feel Harvey stiffen against your body, his arms wrapping around your waist as if his life depended on it. He places one hand on the back of your head, gently stroking your hair. He shushes you softly until the tears stopped and your body softly trembled in his arms. “I’ve got you. We’ll go report him. I’ll take you, sweetheart. I’ll keep you safe.”
Your eyes widen slightly at his response, and you slowly peel your face from his neck to look at him. You stare into his into his eyes, which were swirling with so many emotions. Anger, but not towards you. Sadness, because he wasn’t there to protect you. But there was something else there too. Almost like adoration.
Your mouth falls open slightly as you continue to look in his eyes. A blush begins to spread across your cheeks. Your eyes flick down to his lips. His upper lip is ever slightly covered by his full mustache, bottom lip disappearing between his teeth.
You trail your gaze back to his eyes, which were now looking at your lips. His eyes show something a little darker now. His hazel eyes now darkening to a deep amber color. Your breath gets caught in your throat when his eyes flick back up to meet yours. It looks silly, sitting against your fridge in the kitchen with a VERY attractive doctor that you consider your friend whose lips is just a hairs away from touching yours.
Harvey slowly reaches up to push a strand of hair behind your ear before wiping a stray tear from your eye. “From this day forward.” He started, moving on from the tear he wiped to your upper lip, swiping the blood that had settled there from your attack. “I will protect you.” His hand moves back to settle his palm against your cheek, cradling it with so much care that it almost made the tears well up again. “No matter the cost.”
Before thoughts could be produced, you leaned forward. You kept leaning until his lips molded against yours like the final piece of a puzzle. His mustache tickled ever so slightly, but the way his lips moved with yours distracted you from it. Suddenly your eyes shoot open and you pull back quickly, embarrassed by what you had done.
“H-Harvey! I’m so sorry… I don’t know what came over-“ your words were cut short when his hand moved to gently grip your chin.
“Please don’t stop.” It came out more like a whimper than anything. This made your eyes widen even bigger, which was somehow possible. Before you could recover, Harvey pulls you by the chin closer to him.
Your lips hover against each other for a small moment before he speaks. “Yoba, please, just kiss me.”
You let out a soft moan as you slam your lips against his, wrapping your fingers into the messy curls of his hair. Lips staying connected, he shuffles to readjust how he was sitting, now on his bottom and crossing his legs in a criss cross; you sitting on your knees adjacent from him. His hand moves from your chin to the back of your neck, forcing your lips to press harder against his.
You pull away for a moment to catch your breath, placing your forehead against his. He moves his hands to your waist, gently kneading the soft skin there. “You don’t know the things you do to me.” He whispers, pulling you by your waist to encourage you to straddle him. A whine falls from your lips at his words, moving to sit in his lap, legs on either side of him. “I’ve been infatuated with you the moment I laid eyes on you.”
You lean forward again, lips molding against his once more. This time, your lips part as his tongue moves to slowly rub against yours. Your hands land on his shoulders before moving to roam up and down his chest. He sighs softly into your mouth, causing another whine to get lost into his own mouth. His hands slip from your waist to your hips, rubbing small comforting circles to the area. As embarrassing as it is to admit, you can feel your pussy begin to tingle in excitement.
He pulls away from the sinful dance of your kiss, placing his lips on the side of your neck and kisses up towards your ear. He smirks when a quiet moan falls from your kiss swollen lips. He begins to slowly suck and nip at that specific spot, pulling you by the hips so your core grinds gently against his. He continues the assault on your soft neck, breathing in as the lingering aroma of your perfume filled his senses.
You almost didn’t recognize the whine as your own, gasping as you feel him capture your earlobe between his teeth. Your hand flies up to his hair once more and you can’t stop yourself from gently pulling. You didn’t think you could get any wetter, but you were proven wrong when a sinful whimper left his lips at the tug of his brown locks.
He pulls his head back from your neck, half lidded hazel eyes meeting yours, his pink lips slightly ajar. “Please, let me make you feel good, sweetheart.” A pathetic whimper flew past your lips as you pressed your core down against his, slowly grinding your hips in small circles to feel some sort of stimulation. With a lazy nod of your head, you pull your body away from his to stand. You grab his hand and lead him towards your bedroom.
Once you reach your bed, he pulls you by the hand to face him. “I’m going to take such good care of you, princess.” He bends down so his nose slightly brushes against yours, “be a good girl and let me take those clothes off.” You could’ve swore your eyes rolled in the back of your head as you nod quickly. He places his hand against your neck and slowly begins to drag it down your body, smoothing against your breasts and stomach before moving to grip the bottom of your shirt. Painstakingly slow, he begins to lift it over your body. You whine impatiently as it moves past your breasts, the harsh air immediately hardening your bare nipples. What a smart idea to ditch the bra. You lift your arms so he can pull the shirt over your head. “Yoba, you’re so beautiful.” He coos, throwing the shirt to the floor before bringing his large hands to your tits, softly kneading and handling them as if they were the most fragile artifacts in the museum. Another moan leaves your lips as he places his hands against the side of your breasts and taking his thumbs to rub slow circles on your nipples.
After a moment of giving your nipples his full attention, he hooks his fingers in the waistband of your pajama shorts, pulls slightly at them while staring into your eyes. “Harvey, please…” you chant like a prayer as he smiles, finally giving you what you want and pulling the shorts down to your ankles. He gives you a moment to step out of them and push them aside towards your forgotten shirt. Once your attention was back on him, only clad in your underwear, he snakes his hands around your hips to lay flat against your ass. Giving your ass a few gropes before pulling one of his hands back for a moment, then slapping his palm down against the swell of your bottom. You whimper as your knees begin to shake. “Please, I can’t wait any longer.”
“You poor baby… I guess I better relieve you, yes?” His bottom lip juts out in a mocking pout. Placing his hand on your shoulder, he pushes you gently down onto the bed. Still keeping eye contact, he slowly bends down to sit on his knees, wrapping his arms around your legs and pulling you closer towards him. “I can see how wet you are just by your panties, sweetheart.” He coos with a sickly sweet mocking tone that causes you to wiggle your hips and whimper. His face moves closer to your clothed center, pressing his lips against the damp spot in your underwear in a disgustingly filthy kiss. He grabs your hips and holds them still against the bed as you try to grind your core against his mouth. “No, no. You must be patient, my love.” His voice rumbles against your damp center, causing you to throw your head back in a moan of mixed pleasure and frustration.
His tongue darts out to quickly lick a strip against your underwear clad slit. With a moan of his own, he decides to spare you. Pulling back and pulling at the waistband of your soiled panties, he slips them down your legs before half hazardously throwing them to the side. With a blush on your cheeks, you try to close your legs in embarrassment. With a tsk, he grips your knees and forces them apart, seeing your excitement glisten on your folds. His tongue darts out to moisten his lips, eyes half lidded in hunger. “You have a deliciously beautiful pussy, princess. May I have a taste?”
“Yes, Yoba, yes! Please ruin me, Harv.” You throw your head back with a moan. Harvey hums with contentment before dipping into your pussy like a man starved. He started by giving small pecks to your vulva, humming a moan with every peck he makes. Moving to your entrance, his tongue darts out to slowly lick a stripe up to your clit before pulling back a breath’s away to reach his hand up to spread your folds open for him. A soft moan leaves your lips as your eyes squeeze shut in pure anticipation. You would be lying if you said you haven’t fantasized about this exact scenario during lonely nights while you buried your fingers deeper into your needy cunt.
While his fingers spread your folds open to provide easier access for his tongue, he lays his other hand against the inner thigh of your right leg to keep your legs from squeezing shut. “You taste as good as you fucking smell.” His voice is almost a growl as he dips his head back between your legs. His warm tongue begins circling your clit in taught small circles. Your back arches slightly off the bed, and your hand flies to his soft curls. He groans into your sopping cunt and you’re sure that drool is dripping from the corners of your mouth. He keeps his pace slow at first, moving his head with rhythm of his tongue.
His fingers move from spreading your folds to slightly pressing the tip of his middle finger to your dripping entrance. You roll your hips against his deliciously skillful tongue with a whine. You could feel the little bastard smile against your pussy. Without detaching his mouth from your clit, he slowly inserts his finger, adjusting to feel around your walls. Once he hears a particularly loud moan, he pulls his finger back out, almost to the tip, and thrusts it hard back in.
You were for certain at this point you were seeing stars. You inhale sharply as he sets a brutal pace of finger fucking you while he licks and sucks at your hardened bud. Your hips wiggle and try to raise, but the hand he keeps on your thigh prevents you for wriggling loose. You’ve never felt anything like this before, and by Yoba almighty, you could die with Harvey buried between your thighs and you would be in heaven.
A shiver wrecked through your body as you felt him pull his finger out, only to return with both his middle and ring finger. “That’s it baby, does it feel good?” He moans against your core.
“S-so fucking good… you feel so fucking good!” You’re borderline screaming as he alternates licking and sucking your clit, all while slamming his thick fingers deep into your squelching cunt. Before long, you could feel a burn in your lower belly as the building of sweet release gets closer in view.
“You’re doing so good baby, can you cum for me? Will you cum on fingers baby?” He hums between your legs, resuming his nastily good assault on your walls and clit. You could feel the coil about to snap in your belly as your legs began to shake. Your back arches off the bed and your head falls back with a scream.
“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum…!” You barely managed to gasp out before a sensation in your lower belly takes you by surprise. You couldn’t stop your body from trembling and convulsing, your legs instinctively raising to rest over his shoulders as you felt a gush of liquid forcing his fingers out of you, and dripping down the lower part of his face and into the bed.
He pulls back with a satisfied grin on his wet face, bringing his dry hand up to his mouth to wipe off the evidence of your release. “Such a good girl. You did so good for me baby. Do you want to cum on my cock now?” He purrs while lifting his soiled fingers to his mouth, letting that damned tongue slide out to lick them clean. Then the coy bastard moans while taking his fingers into his mouth. As his fingers slide out with a crude ‘pop’, he stands to his feet. “I can’t get over how delicious you taste.”
You prop yourself up onto your elbows as you watch his gorgeous hands reach up the pop the first button of his shirt (now ruined from your juices). The further he unbuttons, you can see coarse, curly dark chest hair that litters his broad chest. As the last button pops open and he shuffles the shirt off his shoulders, you bite your lip. Not only did he have thick chest hair, but it trailed down his soft, slightly chubby belly, and disappearing under the waistband of his pants. And oh god his arms. His biceps were a little muscular with dark hair from his elbow to wrist. You squeeze your thighs together and you watch as the veins in his hands slightly jut out from flexing. Yep, you’re a goner.
“Eyes up here, sweetheart.” Your eyes slowly scan up his body before looking into his beautiful eyes. You can see a strip of pink across his cheeks as his smug demeanor slowly fades back into his usual shy self. His hands reach for the buckle of his belt, slowly pulling it out of the loop before pulling it away from his body. He, quicker this time, made haste with unbuttoning his khaki pants. You knew he was big, just based off how you could see his bulge straining against his pants, but you weren’t prepared in the slightest for what you were about to see.
He pulls his pants and underwear down simultaneously, his cock springs free. He wasn’t just big. He was girthy too. He shimmies his pants off his legs and pushes them over with his foot. He clears his throat and looks to side with his bottom lip between his teeth. His cock stood at about 8 inches long, with a slight curve upward. There was a prominent vein down the shaft and a small freckle off to the right side. The head of his cock was a pretty creamy pink color. A soft whine escaped your lips as a bead of precum beaded at the tip of his cock. Not to mention you were pretty sure your hand wouldn’t be able to fully wrap around his dick.
Your hips wiggle as you squeeze your thighs harder together, your eyes fixated on his gorgeous cock. “I can’t wait anymore, Harv. Please fuck me.”
That’s all it took. Harvey was standing in front of you in a half second, gripping your knees for the second time tonight to push your legs apart. “Anything for you, my love.” He smiles softly at you, eyes full of adoration. “If it becomes too much, tell me.” You nod in excitement as he wraps his arms around your legs to pull you closer to the edge of the bed. Placing his hands back on your knees, he pushes them towards your chest.
Removing one hand from your knees, he grabs the base of his cock, he guides himself to your soaking entrance and begins slowly pushing it inside. The feeling of his dick stretching you so nice and wide made your head fall back with a loud moan bouncing off your cabin walls. Harvey keeps his hands on your knees and rubs gentle circles with his thumbs. “You’re doing good baby, taking me so fucking good.” He lets out a sharp moan as he slowly begins to bottom out in your tight cunt.
Once his pelvis was flush against yours, you wiggle your hips to signal him to move. His pace started out slow and shallow, allowing you to get accustomed to his size and girth. Giving him a small nod, his thrusts turn deep, but slow. A soft moan falls from your lips as he pushes your knees further towards your chest.
Slowly his pace begins to increase, now having a steady but still deep pace. Your moans and whines fill the room around you, the smell of sweat and sex lingering in the air. “That’s right baby, look at how well you take my cock.” A moan falls from his lips before he continues. “Tell me how good it feels. Let me know how good I fuck you.”
Your eyes roll into the back of your head for a moment as you whimper again. “Yes! Oh my Yoba it feels so good. You fuck me so good baby. Please baby, give me more!” You scream as his pace turns brutally fast, the familiar heat in your belly rising once again.
He moves his right hand to your swollen clit, rubbing quick circles with his thumb. Your body stiffens as the pleasure becomes almost too much to bear, feeling him pound into you like a feral animal claiming its mate. You were getting close to your second orgasm of the night.
You look up at his face as your orgasm is quickly building up. His eyes stare back into yours, glasses sliding down to the tip of his nose. His mouth is slightly ajar with his normally neat curls clung messily against his sweat clad forehead. He was absolutely beautiful.
“I’m so close baby… please cum with me. Cum on my cock, baby please!” His moans turn into whimpers as his rhythm turns erratic, all while his thumb keeps the perfect pace against your clit.
That was the breaking point. The coil in your belly snapped once again as your walls fluttered around his large cock. Your body folds forward slightly as a scream of unadulterated pleasure rips from your throat. “FUCK! Yes, I’m cumming!”
The fluttering of your walls squeezing his cock in a death grip sent Harvey over the edge just a moment later. He whimpers as his body shakes with the force of his orgasm, ropes upon ropes of cum spurting into you. You were slightly trembling as his thumb comes to slow, still feeling his cock twitching and releasing an endless amount of his seed into you.
After a moment, his hips come to a still halt. He leans down to place a gentle kiss to your forehead, cupping your cheek with the softest touch. “You did so good baby. Are you okay?” He begins to litter kisses over your face before leaving a small peck on the tip of your nose. He steps back for a moment to allow his semi-hard cock to slip out of you. His eyes twinkle with pride as the evidence of your love making drips out of your fucked out hole.
“That… that was amazing, Harvey- holy shit.” You gasp with a slight giggle. Tilting your head to pucker your lips, silently asking for a kiss. Harvey leans in to place his lips against yours. The kiss starts soft and slow, but soon the kiss deepens as his tongue swipes at your bottom lip. You open your mouth to grant him access, loud smacks and deep sighs from your kiss floating around the small room. Before you know it, you can feel his now hard cock poke your core. You pull back for a moment with a raised brow. “Already? You just finished-“ you chuckle as he moves to adjust his glasses with a bashful look on his face.
“I can’t help it, you do things to me that I can’t even explain.” He breathes out, leaning back close to your face. “You make me achingly hard.”
A deep blush spreads across your face as you gently nudge him to step back before sliding off the bed, grabbing a pillow from the bed to lay it on the floor, before dropping to your knees in front of him. “Then I guess I’ll just have to fix that, won’t I?”
His eyes widen slightly, his own blush now spreading to his neck. “You don’t have to do that, hun! It’s okay-“ his words were cut short when your tongue darted out past your pretty lips to kitten lick the tip of his cock.
Moving the lay your tongue flat against the base of his dick, you slowly began to lick up the shaft to the tip of his leaking head.
Harvey lets out a quiet sigh as you wrap your lips around his pink head, slowly pushing down until it hits the back of your throat. What you couldn’t fit in your mouth, you wrapped your hands around it to softly pump with the rhythm of your bobbing.
He lifts his hand to gather your hair from the base of your neck. Moans fall out of his mouth like he’s praying to Yoba, which to be fair, he was praying this would never end.
His grip on your hair doesn’t disturb your pace, taking him down your throat quickly, and pulling him out of your mouth slowly. You keep this pace for a few minutes before speeding up.
The quicker your pace got, the louder his moans filled the room. He knew he wouldn’t last as long as the first time, but he didn’t care. Your mouth felt like heaven.
Soon the grip he had on your hair tightened ever so slightly, as he held you into place before fucking into your mouth roughly. You gurgle and choke on his cock while you couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
It felt so good, and his legs began to shake as the knot in his stomach tightened more and more.
With one more rough thrust he pulls out of your mouth and begins pumping his cock. A loud pathetic whimper was ripped from his throat as a large load of his seed spurts on your cheeks and chest. You moan at the sight of his head thrown back in pure pleasure.
He comes down from his high after a moment and timidly smiles at you, scratching the back of his neck. “I- I’m so sorry! I should’ve asked before-“ his words fell upon deaf ears as you giggle.
“It’s okay! I enjoyed it.” You’re still giggling as you stand to grab a towel out of your bathroom to wipe the mess off of you.
After a couple of minutes you return to Harvey sitting on your bed, patiently waiting for you. When he sees you walk in, he smiles softly.
“Hey. I know this went by super fast, and I’m sorry-“
“You’re going to say it was a mistake aren’t you…” your eyes find the floor as your walls begin to build their way back up.
“Quite the opposite, actually. “ he stands and takes your hand in his. “I want to take this farther. I was to make it official.”
The walls came crumbling down once again as a bright smile graced your features. “I’d love that.”
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A/N: I am not proud of this at all. It would’ve been better as a multipart series since there’s so much lore. It just feels so rushed to me. I’m currently waiting to get an invite to create an ao3 account so I can’t start making multipart fics. I’m so sorry this sucks ass 😭
Send me some requests please! 🫶🏻 I need to get some inspo to write. Fandoms include
Stardew valley
Haikyuu *Time skip only*
Someone To You||Suna
Warning: All angst, no comfort. Sorry dudes.
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Her hands trembled as she gripped the phone tightly. Within seconds, her world came crashing around her. She had known better than to get her hopes up over something she knew could never be true.
The messages that stared back at her caused the tears that pricked at the corner of her eyes to shine. ‘Another one bites the dust, I suppose?’ She thought to herself.
It was silly, really. After so many failed friendships, relationships, and being used for nothing more than a therapist, you would honestly think she would’ve learned her lesson. How weak of her to cry after expecting the inevitable.
Her grip slowly loosened on her phone, the now forgotten device falling to the hardwood floor. Suna’s message being left on read for now.
How pathetic, honestly. It was silly to think he felt anything for her. Relationship or friendship, it didn’t matter. She should’ve known when he made off hand comments about her personality during the end of their friendship.
He use to be so understanding. Always there for her when she needed, always reassuring her that she was in fact, not too much.
She had always been insecure about her personality. Always being deemed as ‘too loud’, ‘too hyper’, or ‘being too much’. He made those insecurities go away. In his eyes, she was never too much.
Until now. Some silly little disagreement that wasn’t even really a fight. In fact, it was just a bit of a inconvenience. Something came up and he was unable to come visit after being hundreds of miles away from her, and she understood.
She would never blame Rintarō for something he could not control. Volleyball meant a lot to him, and there was always next time. She voiced this with him, making sure he knew that she was not upset.
Silence was what she received. For days on end, he never replied to her. Opting to leave her on ‘read’ rather than explaining his feelings.
She wanted to be petty, to pretend this didn’t bother her. To give him a taste of his own medicine and ignore him as well. Alas, her resolve broke. She was curious.
So she messaged him. Confronting him in the gentlest way possible, she tried to mask her feelings. He saw through the facade. He knew he had hurt her, but did nothing about it.
Her fingers shook as she sent the message. “May I ask what happened a few days ago? I’ve been worried sick.”
After a few minutes her phone dings. Her breath gets caught in her throat. Oh.
“Idk. You were mad.”
She exhaled a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. Is he insane? She made it so obvious that she wasn’t upset at him.
“I wasn’t upset with you. I’ve been worried sick. Please don’t do that to me again.”
“Mkay.”
What? Did her feelings mean nothing? Did he need space? Battling a mental fight with herself, she decided to ask.
“Do you need space?”
“God, can you stfu. You’re annoying as fuck. Leave me the hell alone dude.”
Oh. No worries. She can do that. Leaving his message on read, she decided that enough was enough. You can only take so much disappointment.
Maybe, just maybe... In the future, I could be someone to you.
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A/N: Hey guys! This is an old fic that I’m reposting! I wrote this back when I was around 18/19. This was also a self indulgent fic that was very personal. Will get to writing new stuff today. 🖤
Please Don’t Take My Sunshine Away||Akaashi
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His hands were shaking. The anxiety that pooled into the pit of his stomach seemed to only rise further up his chest. Akaashi has felt this sinking feeling on more than one occasion, but nothing made it worse than seeing your teary, broken eyes.
He stood stunned, as if you had shocked him. His eyes were owlishly wide as the wind blew into the open door. It wasn’t until he noticed your tear stained cheeks and shaking form, did he snap out of his daze.
With a stumble, he stepped back, allowing you room to step into his small apartment. His tired eyes flickered to the wall clock that hung loosely on a nail. 04:34 AM.
“Y/N-“
“Do you hate me?” Your broken voice echoing in his head. For the first time in Akaashi’s life, he felt his world stop.
“Why would you ask such a preposterous question?” He almost sounded offended, but spoke gently, in fear of breaking you further.
“I’m annoying, aren’t I? Just some silly little girl who can’t even hold her own. Just some little brat who is incapable of love, huh? Just a silly little monster who’s too loud when she speaks, but ‘never speaks enough.’ Some-“
“Stop.” Akaashi demands, tone firm. His expression was the complete opposite. His eyes welling with salty tears, his lips quivering as the dam broke from his eyes, trailing down his face. His cheeks were flushed, and he couldn’t tell if it was from anger, sadness, betrayal, or pain. “You are nothing of those sorts.”
“I hear these things on a daily basis-“
“And they’re full of shit.” He spat, venom lacing his words. Not aimed at you, but aimed at these sick monsters who have broken the bright girl you once were.
Your hands trembled atop your lap, fingers tightly gripping the material of your bottom’s, in a feeble attempt to hide your despair. Akaashi noticed, he always noticed.
In a matter of seconds, soft hands were on you. Akaashi gently gripped the material of your hoodie as he pulled you forward, into his chest. He wrapped his arms tightly around your shaking form, burying his tear stained face into your neck.
Words could not be spoken, as if his vocal chords somehow deteriorated into thin air. In this moment in time, no words were needed. The vice grip he had on you, as well as the soft brushes of his lips against your shoulder was enough. His actions spoke louder than words.
Tears fell freely from either of your eyes, dripping onto the floor in a dance of sadness, despair, and heartbreak. Akaashi gently pulled his face away from your neck and shoulder, placing a shaking hand against your damp cheek. His sapphire eyes searched your own swirling orbs.
He slowly leaned forward, allowing his lips to mold against yours, feeling his soul pour itself into the kiss, as if he was breathing life into you once again.
People may think Akaashi is emotionless or cold, but to you, he was everything. To Akaashi, you are is sunshine.
Please don’t take his sunshine away.
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A/N: Hey y’all! This is a fic that I wrote when I was about 16-17 years old! It was on my old blog so I decided to just repost on here to get some stuff going. Feel free to request something from the fandoms I write. That info will be on my navigation link, under the rules link.
This was also 100% self indulgent when I first wrote it. If you feel like you’re too much yet not enough, you’re not alone. You’re loved and you are absolutely enough. Much love 🖤
Rules and Updates
Fandoms I currently write for:
Stardew Valley
Haikyuu *TIME SKIP ONLY*
Maybe more to be added
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Rules:
MINORS DNI WITH 18+ CONTENT!!!
I am up to most kinks
No vore tho
God plz no vore
No non-con or r*pe
Nothing stupid ppl. Be respectful and mindful of what you ask. Don’t be a bigot. Thank you!
This page is still under construction! More to come later.
About Me
Name: My name is Quinten, but you can call me Quinny or Quinn!
Age: 24
Pronouns: They/Them
Sexuality: Pansexual
Facts about me!
I have a cat, Luna! She’s the sweetest baby.
I am engaged and getting married in November. 🖤
I’m an Aries!
My birthday is April 18th
Diagnosed autistic and ADHD
I’m Agnostic
I’m 5’2
I have POTS and PCOS
I’m super introverted unless I’m around people I trust (or if I’m drunk)
Not a meat fan, texture throws me off
Been writing since I was 16. Had a few blogs in the past but left them. Now I’m back lol
I love peanut butter pie, but I can’t eat them anymore after my mama passed away.
I love diet Dr Pepper. Fight me.
I drink alanis like I can’t live without them (despite them fucking with my heart and anxiety)
Dead dad club?
Dead mom club?
Spiders terrify me
#parentless?
My best friend of 14 years chases me with bugs
I’m a cafeteria cook in a school, shockingly
I hate cooking despite my career
Southern cornbread speaker
Appalachian raised
KFC sucks
Yes I’m from Kentucky
Bite me bitch
Heavy metal enthusiast
Actually goth
Yes I listen to goth music dimwit
Fuck trump
