#I’m not going to accept any new snap babes

[cottonlemonade]

When You’re Insecure About Getting Glasses

word count: 564 || avg. reading time: 2 mins.

pairing: post-time skip!Bokuto x chubby!Reader

genre: comfort fluff

warnings: implied spoilers, a pinch of suggestiveness

“Did you get them?” Bo dropped his bag by the door, stepped out of his shoes and shuffled eagerly to the couch where you sat.

“Hello, baby, how are you? How was your day?”

“Day was great. Not important. Did you get your glasses?”

You gave a little pained smile at your boyfriend’s excitement. For weeks you had been torn between happy anticipation to stop squinting - plus ridding yourself of constant headaches from said squinting - and anxiety. It had already been a process to accept that a professional athlete was literally worshiping the ground you walked on so getting glasses for the first time in your life started a whole new cycle of self consciousness.

“Right there.”, you pointed to the plain hard case on the coffee table in front of you.

Bokuto plopped down next to you, put his arm around your chubby waist and pressed a kiss to your temple before focusing on the case.

“And?”

“I’m scared.”, you admitted.

“Of what?”

“Looking ugly.”

“First of all, don’t ever talk like that about my girlfriend! Because she is the most gorgeous woman, actually, person, on this whole planet. Nay, in the universe.”

You leaned into his hug, giggling, both of you still looking at the case.

“And second of all, if you don’t like them at all, we can still exchange them for a different model, babe. No problem.”, he shrugged, “But think of all the cool things you can do now.”

“Like seeing?”

“Exactly!”

“Hm…”

“Come on, I’ve been dying to see you with glasses all day! I even asked the coach to let me keep my phone during practice in case you’d send me a picture.”

“And he let you?”

“I maaaay have sliiiightly exaggerated and said I need to keep it on in case of emergency but that’s besides the point! Let’s go! Please! - Here, I’ll close my eyes and we can do a big reveal and everything.”, he rambled on, lifting his free large hand to cover his eyes. When he didn’t feel you moving, he peaked through two fingers.

“I have ways of showing you how gorgeous you are, you know.”, he said with a slight chuckle.

Your thoughts flashed back to last month when after a particularly bad day in the outside world Bo had taken it upon himself to get a mirror involved in your amorous endeavors.

You quickly reached for the case, your cheeks burning. You snapped it open and picked up the thinly framed silver glasses.

With awkward movements you set them on your nose, adjusting them here and there, fixing your hair, then turning 90 degrees to look at him. He had kept his promise and was still covering his eyes.

“Can I look?”, he asked.

“At your own risk.”, you said nervously.

He lowered his hand and then focused on you. You felt weird, studied and inspected. Why wasn’t he saying anything? His golden eyes seemed to bore into yours and your cheeks flushed even more.

“W-well…?”

“Give me a minute.”, he replied, his voice sounding a little hoarse. He cleared his throat, “So uhm… we don’t have any plans tomorrow, right?”

“No, why?”

“No reason.”

You squeaked when he easily swept you up in his arms and unceremoniously carried you to your bedroom, requesting, before closing the door with his foot, that you’d please keep the glasses on.

art: unfortunately, I couldn’t find the artist - if anyone knows please lemme know so I can credit!

@haikyu-mp4 🫶🏻

[eds6ngel]

going to prom with eddie would include...

☾ includes suggestive content + recreational drug & alcohol use !!

༊*·˚ would take out his life’s savings to buy a new suit.

༊*·˚ wayne would try to convince him to borrow his from high school, but eddie refused.

༊*·˚ “i can’t be wearing shit that’s been collecting dust for twenty years wayne.”

༊*·˚ he just wanted to impress (your parents) you.

༊*·˚ he showed up at your door at 6pm on the dot.

༊*·˚ bro was stunned. shocked. flabbergasted.

༊*·˚ stood at your front door with his mouth agape for a solid two minutes before you had to snap him out of it.

༊*·˚ and then proceeded to say: “you look nice.”

༊*·˚ but it was fine because you frankly found it adorable at how much he was at a loss for words.

༊*·˚ asked steve to borrow his car as he claimed his van wasn’t “luxurious enough.”

༊*·˚ steve refused.

༊*·˚ keeps forgetting that you will accept him for who he is and he doesn’t need to impress you.

༊*·˚ “babe, i’m your partner. i don’t need any of that expensive shit. i love your van.”

༊*·˚ didn’t let go of your hand the entire drive to the school. (bless him)

༊*·˚ and don’t think for a second he was letting you go anywhere without him.

༊*·˚ “sweetheart, where are you going?”

༊*·˚ “to the bathroom eds, i’ll only be a minute.”

༊*·˚ it was in fact the worst minute of his life.

༊*·˚ was sat alone as gareth was a grade too young to attend and jeff couldn’t be assed to go.

༊*·˚ edward munson is a terrible dancer. (canon)

༊*·˚ but it’s okay, because you aren’t great either.

༊*·˚ eddie sulked for a minute when you told him there was no alcohol.

༊*·˚ (he brought some in the van).

༊*·˚ (he also brought some weed).

༊*·˚ to be frankly honest, the two of you left by ten o’clock, smoked a ton of weed and had the calmest, most sloppiest sex in the back of his van to metallica.

༊*·˚ yet, it was ten times more enjoyable than a bunch of sober teenagers dancing to some shitty pop songs in the gymnasium.

[lilsoftext]

•~* 18 HOURS WITHOUT HER *~•

-chris sturniolo x female reader

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The stream had been going for about an hour, and while Nick and Matt were deeply immersed in the game they were playing, the chat had started to notice Chris’s unusual behavior.

" Chris, you good?" Nick asked, briefly looking over at his brother.

Chris sat up, blinking a few times as if snapping out of a daydream. “Uh, yeah, I’m good. Just, you know, waiting on Sof to text me back.”

Immediately, the chat caught on, and a flurry of messages flooded the screen: **"How's Sof?"** **"Is she okay?"** **"What's going on with Sof?"**

Chris let out a small laugh as he read the messages. “Nah, she’s fine. She’s just been working a lot lately. You know how it is. It’s been like... 18 hours since she last texted me.”

Matt glanced over at Chris, raising an eyebrow. “18 hours? Dude, you’re counting? What, are you losing your mind without her?”

Chris smiled sheepishly, leaning back in his chair. “Maybe a little. I mean, I know she’s probably just sleeping because she worked all night, but still... you know.”

Nick, never one to let a teasing moment slip by, joined in. “Ladies and gentlemen, we have a certified simp on our hands!”

The chat blew up with laughter, sending in an avalanche of **"Chris is so whipped!"** and **"SIMP ALERT!"**

Chris rolled his eyes but couldn't help grinning. “Hey, I’m not ashamed. She’s worth it.”

“Aw, how cute!” Matt teased, leaning closer to the camera as if addressing the chat. “Someone’s got it bad.”

Chris didn’t even bother defending himself. He was clearly anxious to hear from Sof, and no amount of teasing from his brothers or the chat was going to change that. For the next several minutes, he kept his phone in the corner of his eye, waiting, hoping it would light up with a message or a call.

The chat, meanwhile, wasn’t letting up. Every few seconds, someone would ask, **"Has Sof called yet?"** or **"Sof where you at?"**

Despite his anticipation, Chris tried to stay focused on the stream, chatting with viewers and engaging with Nick and Matt as they jumped from game to game. But every now and then, his eyes would drift back to his phone, a small flicker of disappointment crossing his face each time he saw no new notifications.

Matt, noticing this, smirked. “Bro, if you stare at your phone any harder, you’re gonna summon Sof through sheer willpower.”

“I wish I could,” Chris mumbled, half-joking.

Nick chuckled and addressed the chat again. “Guys, Chris is in shambles. Someone needs to call Sof and tell her to save him.”

The chat ate it up, spamming **"SOF SAVE CHRIS!"** and **"SEND HELP!"**

They carried on for another half hour, and while Chris did his best to stay in the moment, it was clear he was distracted. Nick and Matt kept the mood light, cracking jokes, reading chat, and trying to pull Chris back into the fun.

But then, out of nowhere, there was a sound—**the sound**—the soft chime of an incoming FaceTime call.

Chris's eyes widened, and his head snapped in the direction of his phone. His heart leapt in his chest. “Wait, wait—hold up!”

Matt was the first to react. “Chris, your phone’s ringing!”

Chris jumped out of his seat so fast he nearly knocked his chair over. The chat exploded with excitement, messages pouring in like, **"IT’S SOF!!"** and **"ANSWER THE CALL!!"**

In his rush, Chris almost tripped as he bolted across the room to grab his phone. He was practically vibrating with excitement, and Matt couldn’t help but laugh. “you’re literally jumping like a kid at Christmas!”

Chris didn’t care. With the biggest grin on his face, he grabbed the phone and accepted the FaceTime call. The chat was buzzing with anticipation, filling the screen with **"OMG"** and **"SOF IS HERE!"**

Chris’s voice softened the second he answered. “Hey, babe!”

On the screen was Sof, her face slightly flushed from just waking up, her hair tousled, but she was smiling. “Hey, Chris,” she said, her voice warm and a little groggy. “Sorry, I knocked out after work. Didn’t mean to make you wait.”

Chris’s face practically glowed as he held the phone up to the camera so the chat could see. “Guys, say hi to Sof!”

Immediately, the chat went into overdrive: **"HI SOF!!"** **"QUEEN SOF!"** **"WE LOVE YOU, SOF!"**

Sof giggled, waving at the screen. “Hi, chat! You guys are wild.”

Nick leaned over, smirking at the camera. “Yeah, Sof, we’ve had to deal with this guy for hours. He’s been waiting for you like a lost puppy.”

Sof laughed, and even Chris had to chuckle. “I wasn’t that bad!”

“Oh, you were,” Matt chimed in. “We’ve been holding this stream together while you’ve been staring at your phone like it’s about to perform a magic trick.”

Sof shook her head, still smiling. “Well, I’m here now. Didn’t mean to leave you hanging.”

Chris’s grin only widened. “It’s alright. You’re here now, that’s what matters.”

The chat continued to buzz with excitement, sending in messages like **"CHRIS IS SO HAPPY"** and **"SOF IS HIS WORLD."**

After a few more minutes of lighthearted banter, Sof had to go, needing to catch up on some more rest. Chris, with a soft look in his eyes, said his goodbye and hung up the call, placing his phone on the desk.

As soon as the call ended, Chris sat back down, the happiest anyone had seen him all night. His whole demeanor had shifted—he was relaxed, smiling, and completely at ease.

Nick glanced over at him, grinning. “ you look like you just won the lottery.”

Matt added, “Seriously, it’s like someone flipped a switch. You’re like a whole new person.”

Chris couldn’t deny it. He looked down, a bit bashful, and then back at his brothers with a smile. “Yeah, man. She just makes me happier, you know? Every day.”

The chat lit up again with love and support, sending hearts and sweet comments like **"TRUE LOVE"** and **"SOF & CHRIS FOREVER."**

Matt shook his head, still smirking. “Alright, alright, we get it. You’re in love. Save some of the Hallmark stuff for later.”

But Chris was still in his zone, almost oblivious to the teasing. He leaned back in his chair, letting out a deep breath. “You know what, though? It’s true. She really does make everything better. I know it sounds cheesy, but she just... I don’t know... makes me a better person. Every day with her is better than the last.”

The chat continued to flood with supportive messages, and even Nick and Matt couldn’t help but smile at how genuine Chris was being.

Nick leaned in closer to the camera and spoke to the chat, “Guys, you’re witnessing the softer side of Chris right now. Don’t get used to it, though. He’ll be back to roasting us in like five minutes.”

Chris laughed, but he wasn’t quite done yet. He turned back to the chat, his voice still full of warmth. “Seriously, though. Sof is amazing. She works so hard, and she always makes time for me. Even when she’s tired or busy, she never forgets about me. I’m really lucky to have her.”

Matt pretended to gag, earning a laugh from both Chris and the chat, but even he couldn’t fully hide his smile.

Nick grinned. “Alright, alright, before Chris starts tearing up, let’s wrap this up.”

As they began to close out the stream, Nick turned to Chris one last time. “So, you think Sof’s gonna make another appearance on stream soon?”

Chris looked thoughtful for a moment, then smiled. “Maybe. I’ll see if I can convince her. She’s kinda shy about it, though.”

The chat blew up once again with excitement at the idea of Sof returning. **"YES PLEASE"** and **"SOF STREAM PART TWO"** flooded the screen.

With that, the triplets said their goodbyes, signing off with the usual mix of jokes and laughter. But it was clear to everyone watching that Chris was in a better place than when they had started. The stream had begun with him anxious and distracted, but by the end, he was glowing with happiness.

And as the screen went black, the last thing everyone saw was Chris’s smile—the smile of a guy completely in love, and happier than ever.

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[holylulusworld]

What you see is what you get

Summary: Your friend needs help. You get more than help.

Pairing: FBI! (Alpha) Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Characters: Cassie Robinson, Sam Winchester, Charlie Bradbury

Warnings: angst, catfishing, mentions of nudes, mentions extortion, a/b/o, scenting, flirting, cocky Dean

“That motherfucker.” Your best friend slams her laptop shut and shoves it away. “I-I can’t believe I fell for his good looks.”

“What’s wrong?” You look up from the book you read. “Babe, we wanted to have a girl’s night. But all we did so far is read, and watch boring movies while you were glued to your laptop.”

“I tried to find out more about Jeremy,” Cassie sighs deeply. “I thought he was the one this time. He was funny, smart, and got a big dick.”

“Big dick,” you choke on the wine you drank. “How do you wanna know? Did you exchange nudes? I told you to not send guys nudes online!”

“I didn’t send him nudes.” Cassie doesn’t look you in the eyes, making you suspicious. 

You cock a brow. “Cassie, I need you to be honest with me. Did you send pictures of your coochie to a stranger you never met?" 

“I-no…I mean…it was a boob pic and one of my clothed pussy,” she finally admits. “Now he wants money from me. He threatens to publish the pictures. What do I do now?”

“What does that cockroach want?” You grab the laptop to check on the messages Cassie’s chat partner sent her today. “He wants five thousand bucks? Like hell! You won’t pay him a single buck. We are going to the cops.”

“No—they won’t help me. No one can. It’s my damn fault that I sent the pictures to him. I should’ve known better than trusting a stranger on the internet.”

Cassie looks devasted. Usually, she’s a strong and cocky woman. But right now, she looks like a scared child.

“They will,” you grunt. “I won’t accept any less than that bastard’s head on a silver plate.”

“Hi, uh—we,” Cassie doesn’t know how to start. Your friend doesn’t want to talk about her mistakes. She stares at the officer, ready to just run out of the police station and never look back.

“We need to talk to someone from the cybercrime department,” you size the officer up when he ignores you and waves you off. “Dude, did you even listen.”

“Do I look like an FBI agent?” The officer snaps at you. “If you have a problem with your laptop, look for a repair service.”

“Hey! My friend cat catfished and now that bastard wants five thousand bucks. Last time I checked extortion was still a crime. Now I want to talk to someone more qualified.”

“Miss, can I help you?” You dip your head to look at the new arrivers. Two tall guys in suits. One of them steps closer and shows you his badge. “I’m Agent Winchester, and this is my partner Agent Winchester.”

You snicker. “You are both Agent Winchester?”

He chuckles as you grab his wrist to keep him from putting his badge away. You read the name on the badge, humming as it says Winchester.

“We are brothers,” the other agent explains. “I’m Sam Winchester, this is my brother Dean. How can we help you?”

“Do you work for the cyber crime department by any chance?” You ask, still holding Dean’s wrist in a tight grip. “My friend needs help.”

“We will help you and your friend, sweetheart. Our colleague Agent Bradbury is a cybercrime expert. How about we go somewhere more private?”

“Y/N, I don’t think this is a good idea. The FBI has better things to do than helping me with my problems.” Cassie tries to drag you away. She grabs your arm, but you are glued to the spot.

“You won't pay that sonofabitch a single buck,” Dean smirks at your curse words. He dips his head and looks you up and down.

“Dean…don’t,” Sam warns. “We’ve got a case going on and got no time for distractions.”

“We must help these ladies,” Dean insists. “Call Charlie, we need her here.”

“Fine. But you will explain to Bobby why we didn’t solve the case…”

Half an hour later you sit in one of the offices at the police station.

It’s handy to have a bunch of FBI agents around. Suddenly the cops offered an office to you and even brought you coffee.

"To make a long story short…” Sam clears his throat when his brother is busy staring at you. “You send nudes to that douchebag and now he tries to extort you?”

“Not me. My friend,” you point at Cassie’s laptop. “She chatted with him for months. He seemed to be a nice guy. One thing led to another, and he sent a dick pic or like fifteen. After he begged and pleaded she returned the favor.”

“A classic,” the quirk redhead Sam called finally looks your way. She was busy checking on Cassie’s laptop and didn't even make a sound until now. “That’s how they gaslight you into believing you owe them nudes or shit.”

She drops her eyes back to the monitor, typing away on the keyboard. “Can you help my friend, Agent Bradbury?”

“Aw, sweetie. After I’m done with that little bug, I will clean your hard drive,” Charlie grins when you drop your gaze. She chuckles and goes back to work.

Dean dips his head to whisper in Charlie’s direction. “Hands off. I saw her first. You can hit on her friend.”

While the agents check on Cassie’s laptop, and talk about codes and shit you don’t understand, you lean closer to your friend. “I call dips on the cocky one. You can have one of the others.”

“Hmm… I wouldn’t mind getting my hands on both,” Cassie chuckles. She’s in a better mood now and ready to flirt with Sam and Charlie. “Jeremy’s loss, their win.”

“Gotcha, you bug!” Charlie exclaims. She flashes Cassie a smile, hoping to impress your friend. “I located the IP address and found the bastard extorting you. It’s not a guy, though.”

“What? Damn…” Cassie sighs. "It wasn't his dick on the pictures?"

“Nope," the redhead shrugs. "Do you know a woman named Bela Talbot?” 

Cassie gapes at Charlie. “I heard that name before…I mean…uh…”

“She’s her ex,” you hastily say. “Bela cheated on my friend with some guy. Cassie broke up with her."

"I haven’t heard of her for like three years.”

While Cassie and Charlie talk about her ex, online dating, and how to get her pictures back, you turn your attention back toward Dean.

Placing your hand on Dean’s thigh you purr his name. “So…are you single, taken, or seeing someone, Agent Winchester?”

“He’s single and desperate,” Sam grins. “But be aware. What you see is what you get.”

“Oh, I’m counting on it…” 

[sirowsky]

The Flowers Always Know

Chapter 20 - But You Were Never Normal

Description: After receiving some extremely unexpected news, you were suddenly forced to confront certain things from your past.

**Beware! Author chooses NOT to display warnings on the individual chapters of this story. Read at your own risk!**

Rating: Mature 18+ONLY Word Count: 3859 (2263 words added) Masterlist (this story)

   Over the next two days, your mood consistently got progressively worse.    As your strength returned, you were allowed to move around freely, but you weren’t allowed to leave the med-chamber until you’d completed a full assessment of your abilities.    And because of how quickly your powers drained you, the Science Department wouldn’t agree to do that until they’d come up with an acceptable alternative to regular foods.

   Which meant that people were constantly running in and out with pieces of experimental nutritional little cubes they wanted you to try, not to check if they were actually edible, just whether or not they had the intended effect. Flavour and texture would be added later, so it was basically like chewing cardboard.    On top of that, you were still struggling with the fact that you were lying to Marcus, getting more and more anxious for some answers so you could go ahead and tell him everything.

   And to make matters worse, Missy was allowed to visit you as much as she wanted but your partner was kept on a strict once-a-day regimen, and only with staff present, courtesy of your continued inability to keep your hands off each other.    It felt a bit excessive, but you’d accepted that things needed to be like this for the time being, since the two of you weren’t exactly harmless together.

   Over the weekend he’d opted to just bring Missy during his “visitation”, where the three of you had hung out for a few hours, and it was the only thing keeping you from going stir crazy with the isolation.    Your doctor was much more lenient about him being there while Missy was present, and especially since Amaire took turns watching you, so you were never alone. But being confined to one room and not getting to chose when you wanted company, or from who, was starting to feel a lot like a prison.

   But on Monday, Marcus showed up without his daughter, and the moment he walked through the doors, you could tell he wanted to talk about something important, or unpleasant. There was a hard set to his jaw and a slight hesitation in his stride.    And since you were already in a mood, after having about a dozen cardboard cubes shoved down your throat before dinner, none of which had produced the desired results, you weren’t looking forward to any serious talks.

   “What is it?” you snapped before he’d had a chance to say anything, and your tone was unfriendly enough that it made him stop and tilt his head to the side, with a mildly shocked huff.

   “Well, hello. How are you today? I’m fine, thank you for asking,” he shot back with a hefty dose of sarcasm, and although there was a laugh brewing somewhere in the back of his throat, it did nothing to lift your spirits.

   “I’m so not in the mood, babe,” you cautioned, sharply enough that he knew not to try and push any buttons. “Just tell me.”

   But he didn’t start talking right away. Instead, he crossed his arms over his chest and took a little stroll through the room.    You’d been pacing when he first walked in, but stopped to find out what he wanted, and now he was the one who didn’t seem to be able to stay still.

   “Um… I got an e-mail last night, from an address I didn’t know, and they were asking about you. So, I looked into it, wanting to make sure it wasn’t anything potentially dangerous,” he finally started, while coming to a stop next to the bed, on the opposite side to where you were standing.

   “Okay…” you said after he’d paused for a little too long, hoping to spur him into explaining further, but he still hesitated.

   It was extremely rare for this man to ever be fidgety, so seeing him like this, constantly looking for something to busy his hands with, whether it be your sheets or one of the machines attached to the bed, made you seriously nervous.

   “Well, it turns out… the e-mail is from your brother. Daniel.”

   You flinched so hard that it offset your balance and made you take a step back.    Of all the people you’d heard say that name, a part of you had hoped to never have to hear it from Marcus’ lips. A part of you had hoped he’d be kept safe from that darkness forever.

   “Fuck,” you breathed, abruptly more nervous than your partner.

   You started pacing again, unknowingly wringing your hands and running your fingers over the scars which were no longer there on your abdomen.    It had been a bad day from the start, but this was somehow the worst thing that could possibly have happened, turning it from bad to horrendous in one sentence.

   “Hermosa?” he tried, hoping to get your attention, but your mind was already a thousand miles away, swirling back towards memories you wanted anything but to revisit.

   Danny had no right to ask you for anything, ever. It didn’t matter why he’d reached out, or how he’d even known he could find you through Marcus, you weren’t going to listen to anything he had to say.

   “He wanted to kno-…”

   “Shut up!” you almost screamed at your partner, who jumped involuntarily at the unexpected panic in your voice. “Sorry… I’m so sorry, I just… I don’t wanna know. Don’t tell me.”

   Turning away from him, you continued pacing, faster and faster, from one wall to the next, trying desperately to keep the flood of images out of your head.

   “What the hell did he do to you?” Marcus wondered quietly but with emphasis, unaware that the question sparked a giant surge of memories, not one of which would allow itself to be bottled back up.

   You closed your eyes against them, but once they started, they kept coming. They always did. Except this time, there were new parts of you reacting to what you were experiencing, and those reactions stood in direct proportion to the severity of the memories.    The last time you’d fallen into this pit of despair it had made you curl into a foetal position on your boyfriend’s lap. Now, it flooded the room with your shield, hopelessly trying to protect yourself against the past.

   It was so powerful it sent the bed careening into the opposite wall, forcing Marcus to quickly jump on top of it to avoid being crushed by it.    One of the twins was in the room, as always, and she had to duck and take cover under the desk when equipment came flying at her, hard enough to shatter against the walls, or leave big dents in them.

   “Okay, honey, I think you need to take a breath now,” she hurriedly suggested, but you barely even heard her.

   You were trapped by the reality of what had happened to you, and there was no way out. You’d always had to go through the flood to free yourself of it. Trying to avoid it had never worked.    Marcus scrambled off the bed the moment it came to a stop, so he was already on his way to you when Amaire spoke.    Once he reached you, he took your face in his hands and kissed you, softly and lovingly enough that it managed to break through the surge and let you come back to him.

   “Sweetheart are you with me?” he asked, and he sounded so scared for you.

   “Yeah, I’m here…” you managed in between strained breaths, shaking like a leaf while he repositioned his hands to your upper arms, making sure you met his eyes so he could see that you really were back in the room before he pulled you into a hug.

   But he couldn’t see or feel how much of your shield was still floating around you, filling the room with its strange density, and reminding you that you were still guarding yourself, which meant you didn’t feel safe yet.

   “Please, talk to me,” he begged, and he was in tears now, you could hear it in his voice. “Whatever this is, it has so much control over you… It’s never gonna let you go until you talk about it.”

   “I have talked about it. Just not to you,” you returned, verging on tears now yourself. “Not you. I don’t want this to touch you.”

   “But it already is. It hurts you, and therefore it hurts me. You know that,” he persisted, and you knew he was right, but it still felt wrong to put something so awful in his head.

   “Fuck. I hate this…” you cried, so ambiguous about the whole thing, it was making your head hurt.

   Of all the bad days you’d had in the past six months, this one was turning out to be one of the worst, just from the sheer weight of the past. It almost felt like a living thing, doing its damnedest to crush you and everyone you loved, for no other reason than that it could.

   “Let me tell you what the e-mail said,” Marcus kept going, apparently determined not to let this go, “and then you can decide if you wanna elaborate.”

   You thought about it for a minute. There were any number of reasons why Danny would try and contact you, but not one of them would be of any benefit to you. Such a thing simply wasn’t possible.    The main reasons you imagined were either him asking for your forgiveness, or more likely, needing money, neither of which you had any interest in giving him.

   “Fine,” you eventually agreed, not because you wanted to know, but because it dawned on you as you stood there in your partner’s arms, that he was the one who was being hurt worst by all this, and you couldn’t let that continue.

   He pulled back just enough that he could look at you, and he looked so pained it made you wish your family had never existed, just to spare him all this shit.

   “He wanted me to deliver a message to you… from your mother,” he started, and the sudden hatred which flooded your blood was so strong it made you jerk out of his arms and step back, so you wouldn’t accidentally harm him. “She, uh… is hospitalized and dying, and she wants to see you.”

   You froze. For what felt like minutes your body wouldn’t move with the shock you experienced in that moment. But inside, you were boiling.

   “Those sons of bitches… Those motherfucking sons of bitches!” you all but screamed, well and truly done with all of it.

   If your brother was a sore spot on your mind, your mother might as well have been a tumour in your brain.    In your thirty odd years of life, you’d gone through phases of desperately wanting to love her, pitying her, truly hating her, and finally just not able to care anymore. She was the fucking devil, as far as you were concerned, and she had long since lost the right to call herself your family.

   The fact that she would even attempt to reconnect with you after everything she’d done sparked a fury within your heart the likes of which you’d never known.    But it was a dark and horrible rage, bringing out the very worst parts of you, so when the floor, ceiling and walls all buckled as your power crammed even more energy into the room, you didn’t even realize that if you kept going, you could end up killing the people in there with you.

   All you could see, all you could hear were the memories, burning through you like a wildfire being whipped by a gale force wind. And all you wanted was to let it all burn.    Until Marcus’ hands fell heavy onto your shoulders, reminding you of where you were and what was actually happening. But your power didn’t deactivate, because suddenly you needed him to know.

   You’d tried to protect him from this for as long as you’d known him, but now, for the first time, it dawned on you how wrong you’d been. You should’ve told him from the start, not due to any difference it would’ve made to the power the memories had over you, but simply because it was these moments, these horrible moments, which had built you.    And despite all the pain and fear, they hadn’t managed to blacken your heart or turn you cold or uncaring.

   These memories were the ultimate testament to your character, and the man who loved you deserved to know them.

   You weren’t sure how, but experimenting with and manipulating the unknown energy you had access to, you managed to bring colour and texture into the unseen atmosphere of the room. As if merely a thin veil sat between your power and the air around you.    And like a stroke of magic, the images inside your eyes were suddenly playing out before all eyes present, as though there were a dozen little movie screens in there.

   Marcus let go of you, turning in circles as he tried to understand what he was seeing, as well as keep up with the story as your memories weren’t appearing in a linear order.    Each one played on repeat on its own little screen, but once he’d seen them all, the story came together by itself.    Amaire was still huddled underneath the desk, but you could hear her reactions as she too managed to work out your story.

   --The happiness you’d had in your life while your father had been alive. The wisdom, joy and sense of adventure he’d poured into your soul--

   --The moment you’d found out he’d died--

   --The day you’d buried him and said goodbye to happiness--

   --Your mother’s abuse, starting the day of the funeral and only getting worse as the years passed, blaming both of you for her inability to find a new man because you’d ruined her perfect body--

   --Trying so hard to protect the two-year younger Danny, antagonizing her so she’d focus on you and let him slip away while you took the beatings and the degradation--

   --Remaining loyal to the family when teachers questioned your wounds and bruises. Lying and evading their prodding because you knew she’d only get worse if she felt threatened--  

   --Trying to keep Danny away from the bad kids he started hanging around. The drugs and the guns and the violence, drawing him in with the promise of one day being able to exact revenge--

   --Protecting your mother from Danny once he’d tipped over the edge of what he could take, only to have her turn around and abandon you--

   --Trying to protect yourself from Danny when he started using you as a surrogate for your mother--

   --Calling the cops on him after he almost choked you to death, only to have him scream the same vile and horrible things at you as she had, even as they dragged him away--

   --Crawling over the kitchen floor, reaching the house phone and managing to call an ambulance just before you lost consciousness, after he’d stabbed you eight times in the chest and abdomen and left you for dead--

   --Defending yourself when he’d tried again, and then calling an ambulance for him--

   --Going to see him at the hospital, saying goodbye and then leaving town, walking away from that life for good--

   The images faded away as your strength failed, and just before your legs gave out, Marcus reached you, but sort of fell with you, landing you both in a pile on the floor in the middle of the room.    You were so tired, but you stubbornly stayed awake for him, because you could see a sorrow in his eyes you couldn’t compare to anything you’d ever seen before. He seemed to be holding on to you as much as he was trying to just hold you, while he cried as hard with you as he did for you.

   Over his shoulder, you could see Amaire sitting on the floor, holding onto one of the legs of the desk, as if she’d needed to ground herself while watching the memories.    She was a mother, and your friend, so seeing something like this must’ve rocked her to her core, as it would any decent person. You knew her and her sister well enough to know that theirs had been a loving, safe home, so she could only imagine the pain and fear you’d lived with. But she was also incredibly empathetic, so that imagination could take her quite far.

   All that aside, she was a professional caregiver. She’d seen and experienced a lot, and therefor knew how to compartmentalize when she was on the clock.    So, after a few minutes, when people appeared on the other side of the buckled and broken doors, she got up, wiped the tears away and went back to work.    There was noise and shouting as they worked to get through, but eventually Crushing Low was called in to simply rip the doors down, since they were beyond all hope of salvaging.

   Still, even after they’d gained access to the room again, no one approached you or Marcus, not even any doctors.    You suspected you’d have to thank Amaire for that later, since no one else could’ve convinced both the Medical and Science departments to leave their newest project alone after such a significant event.

   There was no telling how much time had passed when the tears finally started ebbing out and you and Marcus began to let go of one another, finding the room around you empty. It felt like a long time, though, and you were only more drained as a result.    But while you had started feeling better almost immediately after the flood of images had ended, your partner was the one who’d needed time to process, and you’d felt very strongly that you couldn’t have asked him to put his feelings on hold simply because you were tired.

   “I get it. I understand why you didn’t want me to know,” he finally croaked, with a voice made hoarse and raspy after so many tears.

   “Nothing good comes from it. All it’s ever done is taint the way people look at me, with pity or sorrow, making me feel like some broken trinket,” you admitted, and he immediately objected, just like you knew he would.

   “No, you’re not broken. If anything, this proves you’re practically unbreakable…”

   “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, because I realize now that I always knew you’d see it that way. I knew you wouldn’t treat me any different, I just… needed to believe it before I could take the risk.”

   “It’s okay, I understand,” he reassured you, putting a warm hand on your cheek for a moment.

   “I left it behind,” you continued, needing him to hear everything you’d wanted to tell him from the very beginning. “I know it doesn’t seem like it because of how I react to the memories, but I did. Especially after Prince. Because his so-called treatments healed all my scars from those days, helping me to let go of them.    Falling in love with you is what brought these strong reactions to the memories back, but only because of how different I am with you. Because where I used walls and shields to keep everyone out before, you make me want to share everything with you, and that’s really fucking scary at first.”

   “Of course… I can only imagine. You’re so brave to let me come so close to the things that scare you the most.”

   “I’m sorry that I needed you to see it, I know those images will never leave you.”

   “Don’t worry about it, I can take it. So long as I know you’re still with me, there’s nothing you can do to me that I can’t recover from,” he smiled softly, but then something worrisome stole the comforting warmth from his eyes. “I see now why my actions after the prison hurt you so badly.    I left you alone with all that pain and fear… just like she did.”

   “Yeah. But if I’d told you about it sooner, you might’ve acted differently, so let’s not get caught up in blame.    You’ve earned my trust back, and my love was never in question. We made mistakes and we’ve learned from them, all we can do now is move on, right?” you posed, and it brought his smile back.

   “Thank you, Hermosa.”

   You leaned your forehead against his and just sat there for a minute in comfortable silence, absorbing the new understanding you had for each other now.    Until he decided you couldn’t put off the reality of what had brought you to this point, anymore.

   “So, I guess the only thing we have left to sort out, is the e-mail,” he sighed, and you mirrored him.

   “Last I knew, he wasn’t any closer to her than I was, so I don’t know why he’d even care if she really is dying. He was only fifteen when she bailed. Although I suppose it’s possible that the hospital reached out to him.    I changed my name and scrubbed all records of my relation to them, but he never did, so they might’ve been able to track him down. But why he’d agree to do anything on her behalf, I can’t even guess at.”

   You shook your head with equal parts confusion and fatigue, truly starting to feel the drain on your energy reserves now.

   “Maybe in his own way, he’s still looking for her approval,” Marcus suggested, and while it did sound plausible considering the person you were talking about, the places your thoughts went with that idea told you it was time to leave this subject, and not let your screwed-up family steal any more of your energy.

   “You know what? It doesn’t matter. I’m not interested in meeting either of them. I don’t owe them a god damned thing,” you firmly stated, meaning every word.

   “Good,” your partner approved with a little smile. “Then I think we should get some food into you before you pass out, mama bear.”

   “Hey, she hasn’t even growled yet,” you played along, because it was nice to return to some light-hearted banter after so much heaviness.

   “I know, but she will,” he hummed with amusement while getting up from the floor and then pulling you to your feet.

   Which was good, since your legs were so weak they barely held your weight. And just when you started heading for the broken door, as if on cue, your stomach growled, much to Marcus’ delight.

   “Don’t say it,” you cautioned, although without any actual warning in your voice.

   He apparently decided you’d been through enough for one day, and just smiled wider before he kissed you. The kind of kiss which wasn’t long or passionate, but still told you that he’d be there tomorrow, and next week, and next year. No matter how much weird shit or painful drama you threw at him.

[shelikesorchids-archive]

my dear mandy, you are not only one of my favourite writers but also one of my favourite people 🥰 congrats on 50 love 🥳

could i please make a request for our baby mikey kinsella from the fake dating prompt list? i'll leave the exact prompt up to you, but please, you know what i'm going to ask for - as much amanda slander as possible 😂

- @mindidjarin ❤️

MINDI my love!

So, this one kind of got away from me, but I wanted to deliver on the Amanda slander, so here ya go babe!

I chose the prompt "my ex doesn’t understand it’s over, so I tell them I’ve already got someone new"

LOVE YA BOO, ENJOY!

Michael had grown tired of the song and dance with Amanda. He really wanted to find someone else after Molly, but she just would not stop with her advances. Their relationship was wrong, and Amanda didn't really care, but Michael definitely did. Her advances were getting less and less subtle, and he had to figure out a way to get the message across that he wasn't doing this with her anymore. Unfortunately, after what happened with Molly, he wasn’t sure if he was ready to put himself out there again. 

Molly had transferred to another pharmacy, so at least Michael didn’t have to risk any awkward encounters with her when he was getting his medicine. He first saw you last time he picked up his medication, and he noticed you had a very sweet smile and kind eyes. Maybe the job hadn’t quite gotten to you yet, but he got a very warm and welcoming vibe from you. He definitely thought you were cute, but did he want to go down the road of asking out the cute chemist again? 

Jimmy had invited Michael over to his house for a get-together, and he jokingly encouraged him to bring a date. Michael really didn’t know who he could ask, but he definitely wanted to bring someone along so Amanda would get off his back. It was time to pick up a refill of his medication, and he decided on the walk over that he would ask you to be his date if you were there. He was sort of hoping maybe today was your day off, so he could save himself the embarrassment, but lo and behold you were behind the counter with a smile on your face. 

You felt butterflies in your stomach when you saw Michael walk in. Despite knowing who he was and what he had done, you couldn’t help the silly schoolgirl crush you had developed on him. He didn’t even have to tell you his name, you remembered him from his last visit and went to fetch his medication for him as he approached the counter. 

“Michael Kinsella, right?” you asked in a chipper tone. 

“Uh, yeah. That’s me,” he replied with an awkward wave. 

“Grand! Can you just confirm your date of birth for me?” 

He gave you his date of birth, and you continued ringing up his prescription, but Michael was absolutely mesmerized by your smile and your voice. He finally snapped back to reality when you asked him if he had any questions, and he had to shake his head for a moment to get back in the moment. 

“Are you alright, Mr. Kinsella?” you asked with obvious concern in your voice. You were well versed in CPR and first aid, but you really didn’t want a handsome hitman having a seizure in the middle of the pharmacy.

“Yeah, I’m grand. Sorry.” 

“Oh, it’s alright, Mr. Kinsella.” 

“Please, call me Michael.” 

“Okay, Michael. Do you have any questions for me?” 

Michael could hear his blood rushing through his ears, and he felt like his heart was about to hammer out of his chest.

“Yeah, actually I do. Uh, what are ya doin tomorrow night?” 

Woah. Was he actually asking you out?! Your little schoolgirl daydream was coming true, there was no way this was actually happening. 

“I don’t have any plans, actually. Did you have something in mind?” 

“Yeah, my brother invited me over for dinner, and he said I could bring a plus one, so would ya like to come with me?” 

Accepting an invitation for dinner at the home of a crime family was probably not a smart decision, but, you only live once, right? You figured ‘what the hell’ and decided to accept his invitation. 

“Sure, that sounds lovely. I’m not working tomorrow, but I can meet you here, and I can drive us there.” 

“Wonderful. See ya here tomorrow at seven?” 

“Sure, I’ll see you then, Michael.” 

You said your goodbyes to each other, and you were suddenly feeling giddy at the fact that a handsome customer had asked you out. Michael was happy that he actually had a date to take to Jimmy’s, but now he had to figure out how to break it to you that he wanted you to pretend you had been seeing each other for a while.

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The next day, Michael showed up at seven o'clock on the dot to escort you to his brother’s house. You had dressed a little nicer than you normally did for work knowing you had a date tonight, and Michael definitely noticed. 

“Wow, ya look nice,” Michael said shyly. 

You felt heat creeping up your cheeks from the compliment, and you couldn’t help but giggle. “Thanks, I do aim to impress,” you replied. 

“Shall we?” Michael said as he gestured across the street. 

“Ya sure, I’m just right over here,” you said as  you led him to your car. 

The ride to Jimmy and Amanda’s was filled with small talk, the two of you asking about each others’ days and such. When you finally pulled up to their house, Michael finally got the nerve to tell you what his motive really was. 

“So, I may have told me family that I’ve been seein’ someone for a while now, and they’re gonna think it’s you.” 

Your eyes went wide, and you suddenly forgot how to form words. “Oh, o-okay. What would give them that impression?” 

“I mighta told them I’d been seein’ the cute chemist and that I was bringin’ ya over t’night.” 

“Wow, well, okay then. So, I guess I gotta keep up the ruse, then.” 

“M’sorry. Truly. If ya wanna just drop me off and leave, I don’t blame ya one bit. But, I’d like ya to stay.” 

You mulled it over for a moment, and against your better judgment, you decided to go to the party with him. It could be a funny story to tell your kids one day, you thought. 

“Ah, what the hell, let’s do it!” 

Michael smiled and kissed your cheek, then the two of you headed into the party hand in hand. He really did like you, but making Amanda jealous was going to be a fantastic bonus.

[wunderkat]

Body positivity really shouldn’t be about loving or being attracted to people’s bodies. Including your own. You really shouldn’t have to love your body to have a positive experience with it. You should be able to want different features without it becoming a detriment to your mental health.

Like, if you want to lose weight, it should be because the thought of losing weight makes you happy, not because you think if you don’t lose weight, you’ll never be loved so you’ll never find happiness. Those are two very different experiences.

Plus, if body positivity really is all about loving your own body, then we’re just encouraging a bunch of people to lie to themselves. To “fake it til they make it”. And that might work for some of us (myself included), but it isn’t going to work for everyone. And those people deserve to know they have a place in this movement regardless. If you don’t love your body, that’s fine. There’s really nothing wrong with wishing you had different features. It’s why humanity even developed the medical practice of plastic surgery; other humans understand not being entirely happy with the skin you’re in.

It’s entirely natural to look in the mirror and think, “I wish this was bigger” or “that was smaller” or “if only I could straighten this part out”. But these thoughts shouldn’t be accompanied by feelings of self-loathing, self-doubt, or any desire for self-harm. You shouldn’t be in turmoil over these ideas. These ideas should be a source of inspiration and motivation. “I can’t wait to see if this new workout routine will help with the muffin top. I would love to wear those jeans again!” Is a healthy mindset. “If this new workout routine doesn’t work like all the other ones, it’s ‘cause I’m just destined to be a fat lonely loser who can’t even fit into jeans they bought last year.” That’s an entirely different thought process and you need to step back and examine if what you’re doing to your body is actually in your best interest. You need to tell other people, kind people who want what’s best for you and never make you feel pressured or ashamed, to hear these thoughts so they can snap you back into reality.

Body positivity isn’t about loving your body. It’s about having your own respectful relationship with your own body, and giving other people the same grace to do the same for themselves. If one person respects their body by accepting and staying fat, then that’s awesome for them. You don’t get to tell them what should make them happy. You only have a right to encourage them towards happiness, like I am, right now. There’s no good reason to drive yourself towards change in a raging vehicle. It’s hard enough operating the machinery of a body; anxiety and fear do not need to be passenger to this experience.

And in the context of others, this principle still stands. You are allowed to find someone unattractive, and you don’t have to lie and say they’re sexy gorgeous flawless babes who deserve to flaunt it in everyone’s face no matter what anyone says. That’s invasive behavior, even conventionally attractive people shouldn’t just run around everywhere they go jiggling their bits in front of people who are actively asking them to stop. And it’s just not the point of body positivity. Like.. “you must be attracted to everyone this movement seeks to protect” is such an objectifying, dehumanizing approach to “progress” that one might even say it’s regressive.

This movement is about giving everyone the space they need to feel however they want to feel about their own body. It’s about not allowing the influences of others, including yourself, interfere with this basic human right. We aren’t body positive because we think everyone should have the right to be sexually objectified — it’s not body positivity so that everyone else can enjoy these bodies. We’re body positive because everyone deserves to have their own relationship to their own body. It is literally inhumane to pretend like anyone has a right to interfere with that. “Oh but disgust is a natural human response to—“ and emotional intelligence shows us that your natural reactions should still be examined, and if you don’t like the way you respond to something, you absolutely can change your reactions. So the rest of this paragraph is for those of you who like hating fat people, who think it’s a good choice to hate fat people: you’re never gonna not hate fat people. It is your own fault that you’re “forced to look at fat people’s disgusting bodies”. You enjoy this hate, and so you deserve to feel the pain that comes with carrying it. You deserve to get stressed out when you see a fat person loving their body, even flaunting it and getting approval. You deserve the disgust or the rage or the annoyance or whatever body negativity that festers inside of you, because you’ve chosen it. It’s your choice. You did this to yourself.

If you choose body positivity, you literally just stop caring what other people choose to do with their own bodies. Wanna lose weight? Great, I hope it’s because that thought makes you happy and not ‘cause you think you’ll never be happy if you don’t. Wanna stay fat? Awesome, same principle as before. Wanna change your facial features? Cool. Same principle. Wanna show off your unique natural features? Love this for you. Same exact principle stands. Why does this principle stand? Because it’s about positivity. You should be striving for the body you’re striving for, either changing or keeping your body, for positive reasons. Not negative ones.

And this should be your experience because you should be living in a world that allows you to form your own relationship with your own body.

You deserve a body positive world, whether you want to change or stay the same in your body.

Who cares if someone is attracted to you or not? If you’re attracted to you or not? Attraction and desire are cousins of ownership. You already own your body, there’s nothing to fight for, baby. Now do what you want with it, opinions be damned.

“But that’s not how the world works—“ that’s the point of a movement, moron. The world didn’t look the same 100 years ago, or 100 before that. You’re an idiot if you missed the memo that social creatures evolve their societal norms through social movements. It’s been fact for thousands of generations. We don’t just make cultural or societal changes through total chance and random happenstance. We CHOOSE these changes, collectively. Choose better. Choose humanity. Choose to let people have their own relationships to their own bodies. You’re smart enough to do this, you’re a modern human being. Do better or get used to being condescended to by those of us choosing to evolve past this childish response to other people’s business.

[alicenaivory]

•𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬•⊱

[The word death was frightening to most. There was a struggle to rather or not it meant good or bad. When was it necessary? Or Is it ever necessary at all? The meaning to live was to die. In the end there was death. A darkness or a light. I stopped questioning my doubts on death once I tasted it. Vampirism was only a inch of it but taking a life left it at the tip of my tongue.

I saw no reason to fear...

I /was/ death.

“Alice! No!” Sabine screams had brought me back to the current state of what was happening. To hear her scream was the most agonizing scream I had ever heard. Sharp teeth clutch at the back of my shoulder, latching onto exposed skin and tearing into me. A burning venom activates into my veins, tainting my blood.

It happened so fast, I was remembering it in flashes. Sabine was surrounded by wolves. They weren’t just any kind of wolves. They managed to know how to shift on their own and control it.

The word spread fast about Klaus being gone and they were the first to take advantage. Why else would they have the audacity to come for Sabine?

Without him followed with this strange feeling of nakedness. I was forced to watch my every turn. For someone like me who did as they wanted. I lost that privilege when he never returned.

Being careful was my new friend.

I was supposed to protect Sabine and I did but I left with a nasty bite. I showed up with my irrational ways, lashing out and killing everything in my sight. We were too outnumbered but luckily we got away.

We returned to the manor together. Sabine’s arm was securely around my slim waist, gripping my torn and bloody

leather clothes. She places me on her bed, trying to make me lay down but I wanted to sit up.

My nerves were skyrocketed.

I’ve endured torture countless of times but nothing compared to the pain of this bite.

What made it different?

I wondered as It’s venom poured into my veins, eating at my blood cells and burning through me. I gripped the edge of the mattress, nails biting into the fabric while looking up at Sabine. I realized she had been talking and I was tuning her out until I couldn’t hear a thing.

“Do you hear me Alice?! Klaus is gone! We- we have to figure out something. There’s something we can do! It has to be!” She panicked, tears in her eyes as she paced.]

Sabine...

[She’s still pacing with blood in her hair, talking to herself. I saved her but why do I still feel like I let her down? If she looses me she’d be all alone and I have no one to blame but myself.

She didn’t deserve this. She deserved better than this, better than me.]

Sabine.

[I called to her again and only this time she listened, turning to me with specks of blood still on her face too.]

The only man who can save me is gone. Without him and his blood I mean...

We have to be realistic here. I... I’m going to die!

[Admitting it out loud felt more surreal. Have I accepted it? I convinced her so but deep down I was afraid. I never let death catch me even if I faced it.

“Please don’t say that!” She snapped “I’m not going to let that happen. I can’t! I’ll figure out something just let me think. I can! I can figure out something.” She’s rambling again, she did that when she panicked. It was kind of cute but there was nothing admirable about what’s happening.]

It’s only a matter of /when/, Sabine!

[“I love you, Alice! Don’t you know that? I really love you and If I lose you I’ll be all alone! I don’t want to be alone!” She cried out, coming to my side.

‘And I don’t want to die alone.’ Is what I wanted to say but she didn’t need that right now. She needed a hope that I couldn’t give her.

“Please, just... just let me figure this out. I’ll be right back. I’ll find a way.”]

Babe...

[I sighed, knowing it wasn’t fair if I didn’t at least let her try. I didn’t have hope but I had hope in Sabine.]

Okay, fine. Go but don’t be long.

[She leans in, pressing her soft lips against mine before she uses her enhanced speed to be lost in the wind.

I can’t suppress this intense throbbing inside my shoulder. It’s moving down my right arm, I groan in pain, taking a look at my upper arm area and I notice black veins spreading along it.

Is that how this works? Once the veins spread all over.]

Great.

[I muttered to myself, standing up on black heels. I sauntered over to the mirror, heels scraping the floor like blades. I turn to get a better look at the bite. It’s covered in blood and puss and these veins aren’t done spreading.

I can’t help but think...

will they consume me whole? Will they cover my face too and hide my beauty beneath them?]

No!

[I’d rather die now before I ever let that happen. I spun away from the mirror, loosing my balance and catching myself on the nearby dresser. I’m faced with another mirror and all I can focus on is the veins on my arm. All I can think about is the blood and puss covering my shoulder.

I can’t look at this anymore.

I reach out, striking the mirror until it shattered. I did the same with the other long one sitting beside the dresser just before the closet.]

Ughh!!!

[I screamed with tears streaming down each of my cheeks. I punched and punched at the mirrors until my hands were bloody. I didn’t stop till my strength was drawn from me.

It’s driving me crazy or I’m on the edge of insanity!

I shouldn’t be alone right now, not like this.]

Like Sabine said. There has to be another way. I can’t be eaten alive!

[I figured the bite will take its spread and eat me alive. What else would it do? Their bite was lethal and it was meant to make a vampire suffer.

I sighed, flopping back on the mattress where I told Sabine I’d be. I wouldn’t break that promise, especially when she was the only one who cared. She didn’t leave me behind like the others. Klaus might’ve cared enough to save me but like the others he’s gone. Sabine wasn’t the same without him, she was managing but he was her soulmate. Without her I would’ve had to face this alone.

Dominic had left me too and just like Sabine I was managing, though neither of us were the same without the ones who kept us sane.

I /was/ alone without her and I felt alone without him.]

Heartthrob..

[I said Dominic’s nickname softly, he was never fond of being called that but he didn’t mind it. I thought I put him in the far back of my mind to forget him but I couldn’t.

Dominic was unforgettable.

He left months ago, leaving a wound on my heart and a void inside it. He doesn’t know what’s happening but should he?

Did he deserve to know after what he’s done? Would he even care?

I swallowed the lump forming in my throat, pushing my pride aside as I slipped my phone out the back pocket of my leather skirt. The screen was cracked but hopefully it still functioned enough to use.

I called him but it went just as every other call.

He didn’t answer.

He /never/ answers me!]

K.. I’ll try again.

[I frantically tap the screen, dialing him again and again but still he didn’t answer. Did he know it was me? Or maybe he’s sitting there watching it ring. Hearing the answering machine beep left me frozen. This could be my final words...

what could I say? My mind was blank.]

Dominic, it’s me, Alice. I know you think I’m looking for you and I was...

but I never needed to hear your voice more than I do now because—

[I winced from a sharp pain, feeling that burning sensation start to spread again. I was at a loss of what more to say. I’m leaving a voicemail that he probably wouldn’t listen to anyway. He’d leave it to sit forever.]

It doesn’t matter! [I snapped, throwing the phone at the wall hard enough that it shatters to pieces. He doesn’t know what’s happening! I doubt he ever would but why should it matter if he’s the one that left? Despite it all I still wanted him at my side. That is what makes me weak. He sees it.

They /all/ see it!

I glance down at my hand, discovering the veins and how they’ve spread again. I’m consumed with fear. My heart jumps rapidly, filling me with anxiety. I’m afraid of what will happen, afraid of the death that will become me. I don’t know what’s on the other side of it.

I imagine it would be silence and complete utter darkness. I’ll be alone with absolutely no one and after all this time is that the fate I sewed?

“Alice, Alice, Alice. Dug yourself deep this time didn’t you?” I heard a familiar voice, turning my head towards where its coming from. My visions was blurring as I’m catching the glimpse of his image. Damon stood in the doorway, resting his shoulder against it with the finest leathering clinging to him and his infamous smirk on his lips.]

Damon? Y..you’re here? [I tilt my head to the side, watching him. How did he know? Did Sabine find him and tell him?]

That’s a lot of nerve but it seems I have got in trouble. Being reckless and what not. I wonder who taught me that.

[I said sarcastically. He shook his head, turning his nose up at me. “Don’t look at me. I didn’t teach you that. I taught you to be selfish! /You/ died trying to be a hero. Very disappointing might I add.”]

Can I add that I don’t care?

Why are you here? You left and now you’ve come back to what?!

Watch me die? That’s low and fucked up. Even for you!

[“I’m here because deep down there’s a part of you that wants me here.” I shook my head, disregarding what he said. I didn’t know what he meant. “So what do you think?”]

Think? Think about what?

[“Death.” When he said it, it gave me anxiety again. My heart sinks inside my stomach as he continued. “Think it’s dark? Ooo or cold /and/ dark. It could be lonely. No one but you alone with your thoughts and the silence.”

He expresses all of my fears, feeding on the thoughts I’m trying to escape.

“Unless hell is real. Where I am.”

That’s right. Damon is dead so he isn’t here right now... but he is here. I don’t understand it!]

Stop!

[I shouted blurring towards him, I tried to shove him away but the moment I touched him his image disappeared.

It was like he didn’t exist.]

Am I hallucinating?

[I asked myself, remembering I dealt with something like this before. It only happened when I was on vampire blood.

If I stayed on the blood is this what would’ve happened? Klaus told me it was dangerous but I thought it was only because it made a monster of me.

Monster...

an inhumanly cruel or wicked person.

All it took is one word to trigger another memory.

“You‘re monsters!”

The woman cried with her hands tied above her, squirming helplessly half naked in ripped clothes and messy brunette hair. She lied between me and Dominic, bite marks along her skin with blood stains.

I was showing him my way of things and he was all for it. There was no judgement with him, instead he relished in my madness.

I leaned forward, snapping my teeth near the woman’s ear to watch her flinch. Dominic chuckled, tracing his fingers up her thigh.

“Should watch that pretty little tongue before you loose it.” He warned her, looking back at me with a provocative smirk.]

She told us she was into bondage. I wonder what changed? Are you a liar? I don’t like liars.

[“Please just let me go!” She pleas and her constant whining was giving me a migraine. “You heard her Alice. Let’s free her.”]

Remember you begged for it.

[I look down at her, giving her a glimpse of my vampire visage. She screamed as sharp canines extract from my gums with dark veins pulsing beneath my eyelids. I waste no more words, tearing into the right side of her neck and he followed with the other side .

We drained her together. Enjoying every drop, scream and the faintness that becomes of her heart together.

Doing this with him ignited a flame inside me that I thought long died. I felt awakened and It was euphoric!

I pulled back from her, running the tip of my tongue over my lips trying to catch the rest of the blood. Dominic withdraws himself from her as well, licking his lips. “She’s as dead as a door knob.” He laid back, reaching out for me

“Mm..now come here.”

I climbed over the woman’s body until I’m straddling his lap. We had no regard for her and why should we? She’s a corpse!]

The taste of fear in their blood. It’s so tingly. My tongue is still jumping.

[Dominic slaps his hands to my hips, tracing his thumbs along my sides.

“Your way of things. It’s reckless but I like it!”

I felt acceptance in those words. He made me feel the same as...

/someone/ made me feel before.]

And /I/ like you.

[He nips his lower lip, I craved to bite it. I hissed, leaning down to kiss him and doing what I desired. I wanted to ravage every inch of him. Dominic was addicting, like heroin.

He flips us over, tossing me beneath him and pulling my legs around his waist. I grind upward as I feel his hardening length pressing against me. My skintight skirt starts ruffling up my thighs, exposing a red lace thong.

My vision starts to blur, I’m losing Dominic and everything around me is fading. He’s not with me right now. I feel betrayed...

I experienced that memory like it was happening all over again. I have to be cured and soon.

The bite is worsening. I can feel it.

“Alice, it’s me! It’s Wesley!

Can you focus on me?”

I blinked a couple of time before

looking into his eyes. Their blue and oceanic just as Dominic’s /and/ Damon’s.

It’s true.. I have a pattern and It’s a type.]

Wesley?

[He and I were friends. We had our moments of being more but Wesley was different. Nothing like what I usually go after personality wise. He was the calm and collected. Sometimes I wondered if he even had a temper at all.]

Sabine... did she call you?

[“No, you did. You called me before you went to help her. You wouldn’t wait for me and you stopped answering so I was hoping you’d be here.” His hand gently removes my hair from my shoulder, gathering a better look at the bite on me. “Shit! This looks pretty bad, Alice! How did this happen?”]

How do you think it happened?

[I said in my tone of sarcasm, pulling away from him and walking back to take a seat on the bed.]

Sabine is gone. She’s out looking ways to save me but theres a problem. The only man who can save me is gone and we haven’t been able to find him. We are really playing the waiting game.

[“Alright so Klaus is a dead end. We can find something else.” He slips his phone from his pocket, shaking his head. “I know a witch, she’s powerful. She might be able to help.”]

We know witches too. None that are strong enough to cure a wolf bite.

[“You’d be surprised.” He responds while sitting at the edge of the bed beside me. “It’ll help if you relaxed. The more you wear yourself out, the worse it gets.” I think Sabine tried to tell me that and I didn’t even listen to her.

I laid back, fluffing up the pillow before resting my head against it.]

Look, Wes. I don’t want the veins to swallow me whole. If it gets too bad take me away. Sabine...

she can’t see me that way.

[“It won’t get that bad! Nothing is going that far. I can promise you that.” His tone sounded assuring. “I just need to make one call.” Before he can walk away I reach out to him, taking his hand tightly.]

I-

I’ve never been more terrified in my years...

I’m too scared to even think about the outcome that would come of this.

[“I know you’re afraid but I give you my word. I won’t let you die, sure as hell not like this.” I wanted to believe him but I couldn’t be in denial. In a way I’ve already accepted it. I stopped fighting it.

Since when did I become so welcoming to death? I was fine with causing it but my own? Not so much.

Rather I be swept away by the nothingness or not...

I’d still be alone.

Not that I discredit Sabine being here but Klaus is her heart just as Dominic was mine. We both had that understanding.

Wesley stepped away to make his phone call. I started to wonder about Sabine. She’s been gone too long. What if the wolves found her? She could be in all kinds of danger just because she wanted to save me.

Thinking about it makes me anxious.

Wesley stepped back in, a tall blonde woman at his side. She got here so fast that I didn’t even hear her. Was she even from here? As far as I was concerned no one here truly liked me in New Orleans. With Klaus gone I was walking bait for them.]

Who the hell is she?!

[“Alice this is Hekate.” Wesley introduced her, she smiled at him then back at me. I sat up, scooting myself back the closer she was coming. I didn’t trust her.]

I’ve never seen her and I know the witches here. I would’ve seen her.

[“A simple teleportation spell and I’m here.” She said calmly, walking around the bed. She hovers over me, taking a look at the bite. She closed her eyes briefly. “Alicena Ivery. Daughter of Athena and Akin Ivery.” She said it like we were familiars.

It was kind of impressive.]

You’ve been doing research.

[“I’m here to save your life. The least you can do is show some gratitude.” I rolled my eyes at her. Wesley shook his head, stepping in front of Hekate. “Alice, can you try to play nice? Your life counts on it. Literally.”]

I’ll show some gratitude when she saves my life. That is /if/ she can.

[“One thing I know for sure. I’d be saving a lot more lives by letting you die!” She snapped at me. “Now this is a very powerful incantation. It’s going to hurt but you have to let it. If you try to fight it off you will die. So you have to let it consume you so I can pull every bit of venom out of you.”]

So... you’re saying there’s a chance this could kill me too?

[“Yes... but wouldn’t you rather die trying instead of letting this bite rot you inside out?”

Sounded like a lose or lose kind of situation to me. I sighed, doubting myself already. The minute I felt the pain my natural reaction would be to fight it.

“Hekate, you sure that’s the only way?” Wesley asked her “I’m one of the oldest witches. If there another way don’t you think I’d know about?” Hekate shook her head, looking back at me.]

Then let’s do it.

[“If anything goes left I’ll be here.” Wesley attempts to comfort me. I looked back at Hekate, leaving my fate completely in her hands. “She’s decided. I need the room empty. You have to leave” she sat at the edge of the bed beside me “You might want to lie down for this.”

I laid back onto the mattress, doing as she asked. I shut my eyes, mentally trying to prepare myself for what’s about to happen.

I wanted it to work.

Hekate’s incantation came without warning. She chanted in a language or languages I didn’t understand.

Witches and their trickery.

My blood was turning lava hot, feeling like fire had set ablaze to my skin. I feel a tug inside me, a painful pulling like something was trying to claw itself out.

The pain was unbearable and even suffocating. I screamed until I was damaging my vocal chords, holding onto to the very little air in my lungs till there was nothing left.

I blacked out. Falling into the darkness, consumed by the emptiness.

I didn’t know what happened from there. It was all a blur up until I heard voices around me.

“How long, Hekate?” Wesley asked impatiently. “If I counted how many times you’ve asked me that I’d need a cigarette.”

My eyes flickered open, vision blurred and blinded by the light above me. I sit myself up quickly. I didn’t feel the strain or weakness of the bite anymore. Its hard to tell what I’m feeling but I felt different. A lot different but I couldn’t place my finger on it.

“Well...how do you feel?”

I didn’t know how to answer that. How do I feel? I almost lost Sabine and my life. How should I feel?

Sad, angry or grateful?

I was alive and I wasn’t suffering. I should be happier... Instead I felt nothing except this strange emptiness. It was like my feelings had been stored somewhere inside me that I could hardly reach right now.

I didn’t flip my switch. I could still feel if I cared enough to think about it but the feeling was still very faint. I realized I was being stared at, I haven’t answered Wesley yet.]

Fine. I feel fine.

[I lied, slipping myself off the mattress to stand up on my feet. “I like her.” Hekate admitted to Wesley like I wasn’t there. “The incantation gave me access to her mind. It helped me understand her better.”]

I need a shower.

[I walked past them, entering the bathroom and closing the door behind me. It shut much harder than intended.

I turned towards the mirror, it was the only one that survived my wrath from my earlier outburst.

I was bite and veins free, I was relieved. I start to remove my bloody ripped clothes.]

Ahem!

[I coughed, distracted by this sudden ache in my throat. It’s insanely dry. I’m thirsty...

Something is different. I /feel/ different.

Why?]

•Part 1•

[searenbound]

Can I request an heifer reader that has two newborn sons? (It can be fluff if you want!)

She was moved from her old farm because hers was abusive and with that she grew more aggressive, if anyone or any of the cows/bulls she will nip them hard or kicks them and with that bakugo starts to have a liking to them and is willing to wait for her to warm up to him and will father her two calf’s?

(If not you can ignore this plus I love your stories!!)

Only because I miss Bakubull, but fun fact! Only young cows who haven’t had a calf yet are called heifers. Just fluff for now but if anyone wants to give me a reason to make a smutty little sequel I wouldn’t be opposed

Warnings: swearing, mentions of past abuse, hybrid au, hybrids being kept as live stock, fem reader with she/her pronouns, written with plus size reader in mind, single mom! reader technically a cliffhanger ending

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x reader

“My boys aren’t going anywhere with you!” she had snorted and snuffed at some pushy bull her first day there. Nipping and snapping when he tried to push her anyways in some sort of asinine attempt to show her he was no threat, because obviously a frightened young mother with her background is gone accept some assholes ‘help’ with her calves when he’s stupidly grabbing for them with insistence that he could help.

Like something like that doesn’t potentially lead to something awful happening to those calves. Like she hasn’t been through traumatic shit at her last farm that made her apprehensive to trust anyone but herself and her newborns.

Not the other cows who cooed at the sight of the new babes and offered help with the feedings, and certainly not any bull who’s motivates where unclear and very well could be an attempt to gain a new cow to breed instead of genuine care.

Bakugou found himself watching in silent wonder and slight disgust as they all crowded it her like they weren’t told how they needed to be careful and patient with her. It was beyond him how he, a bull who was the picture perfect example of his title, had internalized this when the ‘non-problem’ cattle hadn’t.

He would have stopped it himself by intervening, but before he could even stand to move, she was kicking up dirt as a warning before charging the larger bull for not taking her seriously. Her horns just nubs in comparison to his and her stature much smaller, but she held her own and proved appoint.

And maybe that’s what sparked his interest? Maybe it was the gentle way she regarded her boys? The little hint of joy in her eyes which she goes a particularly enjoyable treat that hinted at what she was like before the trauma?

Or maybe it was the fact she was a touch like himself not too long ago, scared and confused and covering it up with aggression to create a sense of superiority and strength so no one touched her or those calves.

Whatever it was it had him in a vicious little vice grip.

“You know, those idiots are wrong for how they’ve gouged about it, but they have a point”.

“And how the hell do you know that huh? How do I even know if you’re any different?”

He shrugged at that, watching her boys playing with the ring toys their handlers gave them, she didn’t have any reaction to trust him like she said but he was determined to prove her wrong.

“It’s been what? Four? Five months? None of us have done anything wrong yet”.

“Doesn’t mean you won’t, last place was good until it wasn’t too”.

“Well you didn’t have me there did you? I’ll killed anyone before they lay a finger on those calves or you”.

She snorted at that. He’s hung around them and kept other’s from bothering her and the boys, an attempt to win her over to breed her then throw her aside to be picked on by the other buzzards that called themselves cattle. He was self serving like any other bull, she was sure.

“Stop thinking I’m like the rest, you have that written all over your face princess” he huffed cutting her off before a word passed her parted lips. “Don’t fuckin’ care how long it takes, I’ll prove I’m better than them. Promise I’ll take care of those boys if you let me, take good care of you too”.

And maybe it was that soft little gleam, more of a glimmering spark, in his carmine eyes, but she wanted him to. It didn’t seem so bad an idea to let him father her boys, maybe even give her some of his own if he were so lucky. A thought that flustered her greatly when it ran through her head.

[ilovetulips]

Hi there! Would you be able to post a one shot where steve is pretty cocky and flirtatious but and the reader is just pretty shy and easily flustered. And she goes to family video and unexpectedly meets Robin and Steve working there, even though they are all aware steve and the reader both have crushes on each other! xx

steve harrington x fem!reader

You’ve got to admit, when you’re not fighting inter-dimensional monsters Hawkins can be pretty boring. You’re sick of laying in your room all day, struggling to find ‘normal teenager’ activities. The closest thing you have to normality is your overwhelming crush on none other than Steve Harrington.

It’s essentially a right of passage in Hawkins, to have a crush on him. But can you blame everyone? The perfect combination of soft hair to soft lips is just so enticing. It’s hard to get them off your mind when the only thing you’re doing is thinking about him.

Every time you close your eyes, you see his dark pupils looking back at you. Inviting you in the explore them, but only falling back to reality when you literally fall off of your bed after crawling forward to engage in your fantasy. So, you decide you’ve had enough mushy Steve Harrington thoughts for the day and you’re going to watch a movie.

You pull up to the new and improved ‘Family Video’ store your friends had recommended. You don’t really care what movie you watch, you’re just bored. After fixing yourself to look more socially acceptable, you begin your journey to find the best vhs the store has to offer.

The small chime of the bell as you open the door grabs the attention of the two bickering workers behind the desk, temporarily stopping their small argument. It takes a while for your eyes to adjust to the dull lighting, but when they do they focus on none other than the man you were trying to distract yourself from.

A slow smirk graces his face while your eyes widen with slight horror. Robin instantly is overwhelmed with joy, picking up on both of your mutual crushes weeks ago. Despite the fact Steve had already told her, and they were quite literally arguing over when Steve was going to tell you before your entrance, Robin still firmly believed she picked up on it herself.

“Shit.” you and Steve both mutter to yourselves in unison, quiet enough for both of you to dismiss it as settling noise. “Hey, guys. I… uhm. I didn’t know you worked here.” Your voice comes out strained as the bubble in your throat stays permanent and unmoved.

“Oh yeah, been working here for a while now. Right, Robs?” Steve turns to look at Robin, who is staring right at you with a great big smile plastered on her features. “Oh yeahhh… a while. How can we— Steve help you, [Y/N]?” The short haired girl states.

“Just lookin’ for something to cure my boredom.” You say to her with a laugh before facing Steve.

“I’ve got a few solutions for that one sweetheart.”

You stutter instantly, encased in a trance as your rosey cheeks turn a deep shade of pink.

“Just messin’ with ya, [Y/N]. You don’t have to look so…” When did he stand next to you? And when did the store get so hot? “…flustered.” He whispered into your ear with a pat on your head.

You look up at him with doe eyes that drive him insane. The girl of his dreams, staring up at him with her teeth grazing her bottom lip. He knew it wasn’t purposeful, and you were just shy but he thought you were the prettiest girl he’d ever seen. The façade of an innocent act only drew him in more. His racing thoughts in sync with his heartbeat are rudely interrupted by Robin’s loud, and rather obnoxious gagging sound. Both of your heads snap up to her; you being both shocked and pretty unresponsive, while Steve showing emotions of annoyance and anger.

“One sec babe, just need to talk to Robin real quick. Then I’m all yours.” Steve trails off with a wink before shoving Robin into the break room, leaving you red-faced and warm. Just when you’d thought your crush couldn’t get any worse, it did. Why did he have to be such a tease?

“What do you think you’re doing? Huh? Interrupting me and [Y/N] like that… I thought you wanted me to make moves!” Steve says while pacing back and forth, explaining with his arms flailing about yet being wary of the girl standing just outside.

“You’re so stupid Steve. ‘Course I want you to make moves! But basically eye-fucking each other in the middle of the store is not okay! I don’t want to see that. Gross.” Robin says, almost too loudly as Steve launches forwards to cover her mouth.

“Eye— Eye-fucking? What’re you saying? God you just— ugh!” He says, stressed out. He leaves the short haired girl in the break room, before making his way back to you.

“Sorry gorgeous, Robin jus’ being Robin. What movie are you looking for?” Steve asks with a sincere smile while sitting on the counter.

“You got anything scary? Horror section or something?” You work up the courage to ask the floppy haired boy in front of you.

“Yeah, ‘course we do. Follow me.” Steve says with a jump as he flops from the desk and plods over to the small section dedicated to horror movies. “We got… The Shining, The Exorcist—“

“Holy shit! You’ve got The Evil Dead? This store is the best… hot employees, great movies. Like seriously, this place is heaven on earth!” You say excitedly, picking up your favourite movie. Not realising what you said, and not expecting Steve to trap you against the shelf between his arms.

“Hot employees, eh?” You hadn’t even clicked until you’d seen that stupid smirk on his face. “You’re cute when you’re all blushy.” He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you look up in shock.

You’re so pretty, he can’t let someone else have you. “Listen… how ‘bout I give you a special deal?” His heart is hammering in his chest. He catches a small glimpse of a nosey Robin listening in from the desk, an encouraging thumbs up being lifted into the air from her.

“Hm?” You hiccup. He smells of musky vanilla, and a slight hint of mint. You’re completely intoxicated by him, a permanent red blush staining your cheeks as he holds your jaw in his hand.

“I give you that movie for free… and I come ‘round your place tonight. We can watch it together? Sound good, doll?” He says, confidence dripping from every syllable.

“Mhm… I would love that.” How you said that in such close proximity is beyond you, yet you’re glad you had to guts to say it. Smiles slip onto both of your faces as Robin squeals with excitement.

“Go Harrington! You made your move!” She shouted at him, causing him to smile lightly at you before chasing after her.

“Robin, you’re dead. Dead!” He seethes, while she runs between aisles of vhs tapes to narrowly escape her impending ‘doom’.

Your chest erupts into giggles watching the two green vested workers run around the store like little kids. You watch them in adoration as Steve nimbly grabs her by the waist platonically, taking caution not to hurt her as she laughs in his arms. You could only wish that were you.

Little do you know, Steve wishes it were you in his arms too.

[imthebadguyyy]

maybe something like interviewer asking her sexist questions and the boys stand up for her , after that interview she feels insecure and the boys comfort her . that's just an idea you don't have to write it !! <33

I hope you like it, and I'm so sorry about the delay 😭 I couldn't find my footing with this one, and I hope it's what you wanted ! Have a lovely day 💙

The One Where They're There For Her

Pairing - One Direction x Reader (6thmember!female!reader)

Fandom - One Direction (Directioners)

Summary - A particularly sexist interview decides to reduce you to just a sexual being and makes no effort to hide his misogyny. But the boys are there to support you.

Warnings - sexualization of the lgbt community, sexist comments, swearing, (honestly I hated myself for writing some of the comments here,and I'm so sorry)

Being a part of the biggest band in the world comes with certain responsibilities. Not responsibilities that come along with signing a recording contract, but those that a person deems themselves responsible for. For example, as the only female in a boyband, a female with a fanbase as large as yours, you took it upon yourself to always stand up for what's right, and to be an ally for the causes close to your heart.

That meant that your social media was often flooded with information about important causes, or your opinions on issues like feminism. Was it always well received? Heck no. There were people filled your feed with hate and comments calling you the most horrible names and labelling you a 'man hater' and a 'bitch' But you didn't let it get to you. On most days. On days like today, it was all you could do to keep it together. It had been a tiring few days, touring, recording, performing and doing an endless amount of interviews and photoshoots. It was safe to say you were on the last of your nerves, having battled your way through a makeup artist who had insisted on pointing out your flaws and had used a shit ton of makeup to cover them up. You had battled a photographer who had not hesitated to tell you that if you didn't look more feminine people would think you were turning into a man.

Before you could retaliate, Paul had dragged him away and told management to cancel the photoshoot, and find another photographer before grabbing the six of you some sandwiches and had let you all go back for a quick power nap at the hotel. Then in about half an hour he had woken you up, to get you ready for another interview. That's how you were here, in a white jumpsuit and a black blazer jacket, paired with black heels. Another day, another interviewer that got on your nerves. But this one, this one was different. This interviewer was different, but also the same. Another misogynistic man who thought he was entitled to stare at your ass and cleavage, and eye fuck you as you settled into a seat in between Niall and Zayn.

Settling in, you crossed one knee over the other, plastering a fake smile onto your face, as the man leaned back in his chair, throwing you a sleazy smirk. Noticing the look, Zayn shifted so you were out of view of the interviewer, but in view of the audience. It was in moments like this that you were a 100× more grateful to have your boys. They were well aware of how sleazy some interviewers could be, having had plenty of experience with them, and Zayn and Louis in particular were very protective about the way you were treated. Squeezing your thigh softly, he leaned back a little, lips settling into a thin line as he looked at the interviewer with a cold look. A little behind, Louis threw the interviewer a dirty look.

"So, One Direction! Congratulations on the album, as you all know its out on November the 22nd, with eighteen new songs, including the singles Night Changes and Steal My Girl Speaking of stealing girls, do you think I could steal your number Y/N? And may I mention, you look ver, very hot in that outfit" The interviewer joked, throwing you what he thought was a sexy smirk. (P.S - it wasn't) Answering with an awkward laugh, you shook your head, as Niall tensed up beside you. "Aww come on, your'e a pretty girl, I'm a handsome guy, let's go out sometime" he pressed on, ignoring the growing anger in Harry's eyes. "That's umm, nice. But no thanks, I'm not going to go out with you" was your answer, as you pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. Picking up on your nervous tic, Zayn moved his hand to rest on your knee, stopping it from bouncing up and down.

"Aww come on baby, what is it? You like girls or something? Because I wouldn't mind being a part of that action either" the sleazebag chuckled, ignoring the disgusted look Liam sent his way. "That's rude" Liam said, while Zayn tightened his grip on your knee. "Oh come on lads, are you telling me the idea doesn't appeal to you? Two women together, mm, makes me all excited just thinking about it, especially if one of them's Y/N" That comment was all it took for Louis to stand up, turning to the man and saying in a voice much rougher than his usual voice, "Alright, that's fuckin' enough, what the fuck is actually wrong with you?" he was backed up by Liam, who stood up, going to tower over the interviewer, whose eyes had lost some of the sleazy look in them. "All you've done since we walked in here is make those disgusting comments about Y/N, and it's sickening. Have some fucking respect" he practically spat.

Behind him, Zayn took your hand in his and pulled you to your feet, noticing the slight glossiness in them, leading you back to the dressing rooms, while Niall, Liam, Louis and Harry stayed back to continue to snap at the interviewer. "That is no way to treat a woman, and not only are you disrespecting her, you also made those god awful events about seeing women together. Your'e a shame to every single person in this room by talking like that" Harry continued, glancing over his shoulder to check if you were okay.

"And no, it doesn't excite us, because we are not assholes, and you are, a disgusting sleaze who does not deserve the job he has. Fuckin loser" Niall chimed in, standing up and storming out. Louis stood up as well, turning to directly face the cameras and the cameramen and sound technicians, who had all looked shocked when the man had made his comments towards you. "I sure as hell hope you have that on record, so you can see just how fucking sexist this industry is to women. Y/N does the same job as us, works just as hard and has the same number of awards, nominations, and records and yet you decide to only focus on her body, clothes, love life and sexuality. Get a fucking life" he spat at the camera, before walking away himself, eventually followed by Harry and Liam, who apologized to the outraged fans before leaving themselves. As they made their way to the dressing rooms they could hear the audience telling the interviewer to apologize to you, their anger at the way you were treated echoing through the building.

Walking in, Harry caught sigh of you curled up in one of the armchairs, with Louis sitting beside you, while Niall and Zayn talked to a furious Paul. "He had no damn right to treat her like shite, and you need to make sure that he knows those comments were un-fuckin-acceptable" Niall was saying, looking angrier than Harry had ever seen him. "And to make those sickening comments about wanting to get action? Can't we sue him for something?" Was Zayn's reply, glancing over his shoulder at you to make sure you were still okay. "We can't sue him, atleast I don't think we can, but I'll have someone let the smug bastard know that he needs to learn how to respect a woman" Paul said, before leaving the room to give the six of you some time together before you had to head back to the hotel.

"How're you feeling darling?" Louis said, moving over and patting your knee so you moved. "I'm okay" you mumbled back, letting Louis settle in next to you, leaning back to rest on his chest. "He had no fuckin right to say any of that, and don't you let it trouble you for a second" Zayn added, pouring out a cup of tea for you and for Louis and Harry. "I don't care about what he said, I couldn't care less, but it was just so frustrating, sitting there and listening to him just sexualize a whole community of people. You've got to be in a really sad place to think of shit like that. That's what annoyed me. You think I give a damn about what he said about my clothes or wanting to take me out on a date? It was the way he was talking, like he was sure any woman would be glad to have him that irked me. He's really tiresome" was your reply, as you reached forward for a sip of your tea. "That's the right attitude love. Haters gonna hate" Harry said.

"I know that. But I just wish I could punch him once, which sounds mean, but he does kind of deserve it" Niall said, earning a laugh from you. Niall was never usually aggressive, and even now, he wasn't particularly rude but it was rare to see him wanting to punch someone. "It's okay Niall, you don't have to. I can do it myself, but I won't" you replied, leaning up to squeeze his hand. "Besides, Ni, if you went and punched him, I'd do it too, and then we'd all go to jail" Liam chimed in, scrolling through his twitter. "Twitter isn't happy either babe. #stopsexualization and #Y/Ndeservesbetter is trending already" he added, showing you his phone. "If it means some of these sexist asses get their heads out of the sand, I'm happy. But I dont want to to think about it now" you replied, cuddling closer to the warmth radiating from Louis's body.

"Okay, we won't talk about it. Do you want to go back to the hotel?" Harry asked, standing up and walking to the door "No I want to go to Nando's. Anybody else hungry?" You asked, to nods of assent from the boys. "I'm starving. Those stupid sandwiches didn't fill me up at all" Zayn said, standing up to grab his coat and wallet. "I know and I'm craving some hot Peri Peri chicken with some fries. Do you think they'd let me put the lemon and herb sauce on the fries?" You asked, standing up yourself, earning a laugh from Louis. "Your'e an international superstar babe, I think they'd give you some lemon herb sauce" Liam joked.

Laughing, the six of you made your way to the car, with Harry and Niall squishing you in between them, as Louis sat in the back with Liam, and Zayn sat in the front with Paul (he was driving thank GOD) "I'm proud of you darling" Harry chimed in suddenly. "I am too" Niall added. "You know I am" Louis said, before Liam added "Always babe" and Zayn turned to smile at you before adding, "We are all proud of you, and we always will be, not only because you do a damn good job of not listening to the haters, but because you do what you think is right" "Awh come on, your'e gonna make me cry" you mumbled, leaning into Niall's shoulder. "Almost makes me feel bad for teasing you about having an extremely low spice tolerance the last time we were at Nando's Haz" you smirked, earning a roar of laughter from the boys.

"That chicken was spicy love!" "It was lemon and herb with no peri peri!" "And it was spicy!"

And just like that, you were back to messing around with each other. Sleazy interviewers would come and go, but your boys were always there to support you. Always.

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A/N - Thanks for reading ! I'd also like to apologize on the behalf of this fictitious interviewer I made up, I felt so bad while writing some of this 😭 anyways, I hope this is what you wanted! Enjoy !

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[babyboibucky]

Lucid

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: You find it hard to move on from Bucky after the break-up.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: ANGST, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, also smut, dirty talk, female masturbation, unprotected p in v penetration, dangerous coping mechanism, drunk calling an ex lmfao

A/N: This idea randomly popped into my head and I needed to get it all out lmao

Grounded (Part 2) || MAIN MASTERLIST

Hey, baby...miss you. Thought I’d let you know how much while I’m away. Hmm, wish you were here to feel how I get so fucking hard whenever I think of you. Fuck, I’m actually so hard right now.

I know you’re touching yourself, baby. I know you. I know what gets you going, one of which is my voice. Yeah? Are you wet? Go ahead, rub your pussy, it’s okay. I know your fingers aren’t enough to stretch you out the way you want to, don’t worry we’ll see each other soon. Hmm, feels good, baby? Wish I was there to taste you.

That’s right, baby. Spread your legs wider for me, that’s my girl. Add another finger, did you add one? Fuck, yeah. Love hearing you moan my name, can hear how wet you are. I’m close too, cum with me? Rub your clit, imagine my fingers rubbing your cunt. God, fuck...so perfect. So beautiful, baby. I can imagine you just writhing and ugh, fuck...I’m so close. You close too? Cum with me, please. Baby, yeah. Good girl, shit yeah...that’s right, keep cumming. Hmm, feels good? I miss you, babe. Send me a pic, alright?

Tired already? Go to sleep, babe. I’ll call you in the morning. I miss you. I love you. Dream about me okay?

You stared at the ceiling as you caught your breath; your body was sweaty, drenching the sheets beneath you and your lungs felt like they were on fire. Bucky’s voice messages would always leave you a fucking mess.

Closing your trembling legs, you pulled your wet hand out from your underwear and wiped it against your blanket. Placing an arm over your eyes, you focused on your breathing and recovering from the orgasms you went through just by listening to Bucky’s voice messages.

The very same voice messages he had been sending you months ago when the two of you were still together.

As much as you enjoyed the rush from touching yourself to his voice, how much pleasure you got even with just your fingers, you actually hated the aftermath that came along with it— the self-awareness and shame.

Was it normal to be touching yourself to his voice months after breaking up? Was it acceptable to do so knowing that he probably already has someone new to send the same kind of voice messages to?

You felt pathetic and ended up wallowing in your own misery, crying and just regretting that you allowed Bucky to leave you just like that.

It was just like any other night again, with you desperately finding release from your past and then crying about it afterwards.

Why was it so fucking hard to move on from one Bucky Barnes?

-

Your eyes snapped open and it seemed like your body had woken up before your brain did because of how fast you sat up on the bed. Scanning your surroundings, you realized you were still in your room.

Still alone.

Dreams about Bucky were such a normal occurrence to you and even so, you always ended up waking up wishing they were real; they felt real.

How Bucky kissed you leaving you breathless, how his hand cupped your face possessively as if he was afraid you’d disappear— you felt his touches to your core. You didn’t need to concentrate to remember your dream, it was clear as day as if it happened just a few moments ago.

The way Bucky loved you down with open-mouthed kisses on your neck, chest and breasts. When he latched his mouth where you needed him the most and the noise he made upon doing so, you can still hear him as if his lips were right next to your ear. How his cock felt when he slid into you, stretching you out in the most delicious way.

You woke up feeling the familiar throb, except that Bucky was no longer around to help you out with it.

The sun was barely up and the skies were still as dark as the night when you reached for your phone, scrolling through your contacts for his name.

You didn’t think twice about it and called him without a care about the time or whether he was in bed with somebody else. The urge to talk to him and tell him how much you needed him back won over your logic.

Forget about your pride, you desperately wanted Bucky back.

A couple of rings later and you were redirected to his voicemail but it didn’t stop you from doing something you were sure you’d regret later on.

Bucky...I…

I miss you. I can’t stop thinking about you. I know it’s been what? Seven months since we broke up? And I know it was my fault, I was a mess. I didn’t mean to hurt you, I would undo all those in a snap if I can.

I hope you know how much I regret it.

I always dream about you, I just did and it’s...do you dream about me too? Do you ever miss me? Do you...do you ever wonder how I’m doing? Do you still hate me?

I’m lost without you.

I still love you.

-

You should have known how much of a bad idea it was to get drunk alone, with no one to stop you from doing something stupid. After leaving Bucky your voice message, you never heard back from him as expected. Not even a message or a missed call. Nothing.

It was a night full of bitterness as you reminisced about your past with him, scrolling through your gallery only to miss Bucky even more with each photo of him that you refused to delete. Before you passed out, you remembered checking his social media and although all of his accounts were private, his profile picture with another woman was enough proof that you were clinging onto nothing but thin air.

A gentle tap on your cheek stirred you awake and when you opened your eyes, everything was a hazy blur. You blinked and clutched your temple from the massive headache that greeted you. Warmth wrapped around your wrist and when you looked up, there he was, Bucky.

He was inside your apartment, crouching on the ground in front of you. You were quick to hold his hand, feeling the roughness of his palm against your own. He was warm, he was real.

He was really here.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, voice coarse and your throat dry.

“I couldn’t stop listening to your message.” he admitted, looking down to watch your fingers play with his.

You made sure to keep a hold on him, to have even just your pinky finger touch his skin as if you needed proof that this wasn’t one of those dreams you wished you never woke up from.

“I’m sorry.” your voice cracked, even more so when you felt Bucky’s hand against your cheek.

Tears spilled from your eyes when Bucky kissed you the same way he did whenever he came home to you. It was gentle but at the same time, needy and possessive, like he too didn’t want you to disappear.

“I know, baby. I know. It’s okay, I’m here now.” he whispered against your mouth before grabbing your waist, taking you with him as he sat down on the ground and letting you straddle his waist.

It was urgent, how Bucky kissed and held you in his arms. Clothes were removed and thrown away, moans and breaths were exchanged. Feeling that familiar stretch again made you feel whole, like you finally found your way home.

“I missed you so much.” Bucky groaned against your neck as he thrusted into you.

You could only nod and moan his name, pressing your lips against his sweaty skin and tasting him with a swipe of your tongue. Your fingers gripped his hair as you bounced on him, keeping your bodies as close as possible.

“Bucky, I’m close.” you breathed into his ear, rolling your hips against his.

He groaned in response, kissing your lips fervently. “Me too.”

You swallowed and brushed Bucky’s hair back, staring deeply into his eyes, you asked, “Do you still love me?”

Bucky gazed up at you and took in your features. He scanned your face as if he was trying to memorize how you looked at that moment. You closed your eyes as you pressed your forehead against his, still rolling your hips as you waited for his answer.

His answer never came and when you opened your eyes, it was your ceiling that greeted you yet again.

Sitting up on your bed, you found your phone on your pillow. You fell asleep right after sending him the voice message and as opposed to your dream, you actually received a message from Bucky.

Do yourself a favor and just stop.

Tears clouded your vision but you wiped them away before they could even taint your cheeks. You deleted Bucky’s message and went back to bed, closing your eyes in a desperate attempt to forget what he had told you.

Maybe you’d dream about him being with you again and maybe this time, you’d get to hear him say that he still loves you.

Denial was a dangerous way to cope, but if it was the only way to get Bucky back, you’d go through it over and over again.

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This Thing Called Life

Characters: Chris Evans x black!reader

Summary: I have no clue lol! I just kept imagining the reader teasing Chris about his top lip and I just ran with it lmao! It’s pretty cute, well, I think it is. Yes, it’s random, but I hope you guys like it.

Warnings: There are mentions of difficulties getting pregnant. Just a smidge of profanity, y’all should know this by now 😆. Little angst, little fluff, mentions of that good ole smut (I meannn, it’s Chris Evans, so yeah) 🙈. 18+ Minors DNI!

A/N: I had the hardest time deciding whether to use boo-boo bear (yes, I watch The Loud House 🙈) Chris Evans or my bae Angel Reyes for this idea because let’s be real both struggle in the top lip department, but I still love them 🤣🥰. Please excuse any grammatical errors. Feedback is greatly appreciated. Enjoy lovelies ♥️.

Word Count: 1,800+

You had spent the first four years of marriage trying to conceive and had started to accept that just maybe it was never going to happen. Through it all, Chris did his best to help you remain optimistic, even if doubt was starting to creep into his thoughts. After four years, many methods, and numerous couples counseling sessions you two made a mutual decision to take a break from trying. Four months later you sat on your bathroom counter in complete shock staring at six positive pregnancy tests.

Chris had the same reaction when you had shown him the test later that night. It was almost as if you were scared to tell him. The plan had been to break the news during dinner, but neither of you anticipated the dozens of calls from both his publicist and manager. By the time things had finally wound down, it was time for bed. Knowing you wouldn’t be able to sleep on it, the words tumbled out of your mouth as he was reaching to turn off his bedside lamp. With his back still facing toward you, he froze upon hearing the words, “Baby I’m pregnant.” The silence lingered as your heart felt like it was going to pound out of your chest.

“Say something, please.”

“W-what did you say? Did you just tell me you're pregnant? How do you know?”

You stumbled into the en suite and hurried back with the pile of positive pregnancy tests from earlier. Biting your lip and placing them on the bed next to Chris, he looked at them with a blank facial expression.

“You took all of these today, babe?” He asked, not taking his eyes off the test.

“Yes,” you whispered.

Not being able to decipher whether he was happy or upset caused you to panic. Your emotions got the best of you and that’s when Chris heard you sniffle. His head snapped up as your eyes connected.

“Honey, what’s wrong, why are you crying?”

He thumbed your tears away, sliding them down to rub the apples of your cheeks. His eyes held your tearful gaze as he nervously waited for you to take a deep breath and answer.

“You just don’t seem very happy about it. Do you not want this anymore?”

“No sweetheart, that's not it at all. I just had so many thoughts running through my head all at once and didn’t know how to react.”

Caressing the side of your face, he pulled you in close and gave you a gentle kiss. Pressing his forehead to yours he finished his thought.

“We’ve just been trying for so long that-”

“It doesn’t feel real. That’s exactly what I thought looking at the results earlier.”

“It’s real though, we’re having a baby, honey.”

Chris swept you up into his arms and placed you on your side of the bed. Joining you he pulled you close so that he could be the big spoon. You both lie in silence trying to process the fact that it had finally happened, you were going to be parents.

“Chris?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I’m scared. What if-”

“Don’t sweetheart. Stress isn’t good for the baby. Set aside your fears, I’ve got you. Everything’s going to be fine. Tomorrow we’ll schedule an appointment and go from there.”

He leaned over your shoulder and kissed you once more.

“Sleeping for two now, you should get some rest. Just close your eyes, relax, and push away your worries and fears. Goodnight, baby. I love you.”

“Love you too, goodnight.”

Six months in and it was still hard to believe. You both spent the first trimester practically walking on eggshells in fear of something going wrong. Now that you had made it to the second trimester the both of you were starting to feel more comfortable and excited about having a little girl. Since the gender reveal, you had been spending quiet nights at home dreaming about what your beautiful baby girl was going to look like. These discussions often led to a little bit of teasing in regards to who she would both look and act like. Tonight's talk was no different.

“I love you, babe, but I hope our daughter gets my lips.”

“What’s wrong with mine?”

“I love your mouth babe, but you have no top lip,” she smirked. “Now imagine her getting your top, and having my bottom. Bless her heart,” you chuckled.

Chris’ mouth fell open as if he was hurt.

“Damn honey, you're just gonna make fun of me like that? I can’t help if my bottom lip took over while I was developing in the womb,” he joked.

His laugh only lasted for a second and was replaced with a look of hunger. Closing the distance between you two, his arms circled your waist from behind. Bodies pressed together, he lowered his head to place a few kisses on your shoulder. His kisses trailed from your neck to the sensitive spot just below your ear. As a quiet moan escaped your lips he took the opportunity to whisper something.

“You weren’t talking all that shit when this nonexistent lip was savoring your clit this morning. If I remember correctly, it had you damn near pulling my hair out, while you thrashed all over the bed.”

You gasped as he finished his sentence with a playful bite to your neck. The timbre of his voice had that familiar burn starting to spread throughout your core.

Even as his words sent chills all over, your smart ass mouth couldn’t resist a good clap back. Pulling away you turn to face him, taking a moment to bite your lip and boost his ego a bit more. You waited for a smirk to signal you had him exactly where you wanted him. Seeing it, you jumped at the chance to deflate his ego. Leaning in close while looking lovingly into his eyes, you drug a nail under his chin the way he liked.

“Oh, sweetheart. It was your tongue that did all the work,” you finished with a giggle.

Chris sucked his teeth and jerked his head away from your hand.

“Whatever. Keep lying to yourself baby girl,” he sulked.

“Aww, love. Don’t be mad. I love your lips the way they are. You forgive me, baby daddy?”

“That’s fine. I hope she does get your lips. Let’s hope she gets my height, then she won’t struggle to get on rides at the amusement park,” he snorted.

“Why do you gotta make it personal though? See, what I heard you say just now, was that I’m a short little trick,” she sassed while crossing her arms and leaning her head to the side.

Chris knew that she understood he wouldn’t take her lip comment personally, given that he had even joked about it before. The short topic, he knew, was a sore spot for her. He never understood why she was self-conscious about her height. It was one of the many things he loved about her. Trying to quickly end the argument before it even started, he tried to downplay his comment.

“Don’t do that, come on now, we were doing good. Don’t turn this into an argument. Baby, it was a joke. You made fun of my lips. Why is that okay, but what I said isn’t?” he questioned while trying to rub your belly.

“Naw, don’t backtrack now, stand on that shit. I’m tall enough to get on your fucking ride, don’t play in my face Christopher. Stop, we don’t want to be touched right now,” you retorted.

“Oh wow, I can’t rub your belly now. Let me bond with my daughter, honey,” he chuckled.

“No, she’s mad at you too. She doesn’t like when you make fun of her momma’s height.”

“Don’t turn my daughter against me,” he chuckled.

“You know I love that you're short, baby girl. Damn, right you’re tall enough to ride me, with your pretty ass. Nobody else could ever compare. Forgive me, please?”

“I'm the baddest, short bitch you’ve ever had, don’t play yourself.”

“I know, that’s why I married you. Kiss me, let's make up.”

You rolled your eyes while trying to fight back a smile. Giving in, you offered him a few kisses. Chris backed you into a wall and kissed you passionately as his hands cradled your stomach. He pulled back and you both laughed at your daughter who was now kicking up a storm. Chris knelt to your stomach and kissed it.

“Daddy can’t love on mommy now?” he asked your daughter while delivering another kiss to your belly.

“I see there’s going to be a lot of ganging up on daddy,” he joked, coming back to eye level with you.

“You’ll be fine, so long as you give your queen and princess whatever they want,” you smirked.

“Happy wife, happy life. Princess gets what Princess wants.”

“I mean, I agree with the first part, but we're not raising a spoiled brat. We’ll have to find a healthy balance for her. She’ll get what she wants within reason.”

You both paused for a moment and fell out laughing, knowing that she was probably going to have you both wrapped around her finger.

“I know we deaded the argument Chris, but I would like to add that in all honesty, it doesn’t matter who’s lips she gets. She’s going to be the most beautiful baby we’ve ever seen, no matter the features. She’ll be a product of our love, and that is what will make her both a blessing and beautiful.”

“That is one of the sweetest things I’ve ever heard you say. Damn, I’m a lucky man. I’m glad I get to do this thing called life with you. I’m thankful to have created a life with you and we get to bring her into this world together. I love you, baby.”

“Love you too, baby daddy.”

“Come let’s go cuddle in bed. Want to show just how much I love you. I’m trying to give you one of those rides you mentioned earlier. Hope you’ve got the energy for it.”

“Says the person that was the first to tap out last night.”

“Trust me, sweetheart, we both know it’s not going to take very long for you to fall apart on this dick. I need you to keep that same energy when you try to run from me and tell me it’s too much. You’re going to take every single stroke and lick I give you. Do we have an understanding?”

“Yes, daddy. Do any and everything you want. Just don’t send me into labor.”

With that, he used both hands to cuff your behind and gave you a heated kiss. That was all you needed, as you grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the bedroom. Even with all that confidence, it wasn’t enough to outmatch the strength of his tongue and manhood. You tapped out not once, but twice that night.

Tried to keep the smut talk to a minimum, but the hoe jumped out 😂🤣. Sorry, not sorry 🤷🏾‍♀️. I blame this GIF for my behavior. Y’all 👀 what I 👀?!:

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The Silent Treatment - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: slight angst, slice of life, crack(ish?), fluff, cursing

Summary: Bakugou is very much....an asshole. A shithead. A professional dick if you will. And Y/N, being his girlfriend is very much aware of that. So when he takes it too far, she has to make sure he learns his lesson.

A/N: just a quick lil cute thing, totally not spelled check

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

“Hey babe!” Bakugou said as he walked into the living room to find his girlfriend reading a book. He plopped down next to her and just relaxed in the feeling of the soft cushion. The little shit felt like messing with his girlfriend today.

Y/N had already been having a pissy day. After arguing with her boss, forgetting a few items back at the grocery store, and losing her new pair of headphones, she just wanted some peace with her cup of tea and a good book. Now, she has her loving boyfriend to comfort her as well. This day was surely taking a turn...right?

“Hi love, need something?” You asked calmly with the most melodic voice. Your voice. His favorite sound in the world. The sound of you just put a smile on his face which is a huge oxymoron to what this motherfucker is about to say.

“Nah, just wanted to talk to my princess,” he said while resting his head on your stomach, resting in between your legs and wrapping his arms around your waist. You awed at him but didn’t notice his little devil smile. “I had the best dream last night.”

“About what Suki?” You asked while petting his soft hair.

“You.”

“Awweee,”

“Yeahhh. You went mute for the day. Fucking paradise.” Once the words left his mouth you stilled your actions and felt your eye twitch in annoyance. Your hand on his head stilled and slightly tugged at it. In any other circumstance, Bakugou would’ve groaned at the tug (kinky bastard) but he was too busy chuckling into your tummy.

You exhaled roughly through your nose and pushed Bakugou off of you in a very polite way. He rolled onto his back onto the actual couch and watched as you crossed your legs, close your book, and pick up your tea mug.

“Hmph!” Was all that you “said” as you tilted your nose to the air and walked away. Bakugou just snickered as you left. He thought it was adorable when you were mad over tiny inconveniences and thought it was hot as fuck when you were yelling at him, but today, you won’t be doing neither.

—

About 30 minutes had passed and Bakugou had awoken from his nap on the couch. He fell asleep after you walked away but now missed your touch. He sat up, stretched, and went to find you. He walked around the house until he spotted you relaxing in the jacuzzi in the backyard. He grinned at your relaxed look and went to change.

A few minutes later Bakugou had came out to join you in the hot tub. Your eyes were shut as you relaxed in the bubbling water, and so Bakugou was able to get in without being seen. He relaxed into the water as he scooted closer to you, eventually grabbing a hold of your waist.

“Hi baby,” he said as he attempted to place you in his lap but you looked at him with an unimpressed look as you scooted away. “Y/N?”

You grabbed your towel and stepped out of the tub. You wrapped yourself in the cloth as you walked back into the house, completely ignoring Bakugou as he spoke to you.

“Wha- you’re just gonna leave? I just got in with you,” he pouted. He opted to stay in the nice warm water for a bit but once you closed the door he groaned and sunk deeper into the water. He let the water go just above his mouth and right below his nose as he blew bubbles into the tub out of annoyance.

‘The fuck is up with her?’ He thought to himself.

—

Time passed and Bakugou came out the tub. He went back to his room to change into some gray sweats and a black long sleeve (and yes he pulled the sleeves up a bit because he knew you found it attractive and if y’all don’t, well I do).

He walked into the kitchen and spotted you seemingly eating dinner. He noticed a plate for him but kind of frowned at the fact that you didn’t wait for him. He saw you placed the plate on the other side of the island, far away from you, and so he pulled the plate over and took the seat next to you.

“Hey, princess? You gonna tell me what’s wrong?” He asked but you said nothing as you just ate in silence. “Silent treatment huh?” No words.

“Baby, is this about what I said? I was only kidding Y/N,” he said as he tried to wrap his arm around your waist but you pushed it off and he groaned. “Fine. Be that way, you’ll get over it. Come talk to me when you’re done acting like a brat.”

Bakugou just grunted as he ate his dinner in silence right next to you. You finished before him and walked away after you washed your dish and this time it was Bakugou who snubbed his nose in the air at you. If it was the silent treatment that you were gonna give then it was the silent treatment that you were gonna get....sorta.

—

“BABYYYY PLEASSEEEEE!!” He whined while poking at your leg. You were currently in your home office typing away at your computer doing work when Bakugou came in about 25 minutes after he finished his dinner. He couldn’t help himself. He missed you.

You continued to ignore Bakugou as he poked and shook you for attention. You gave him nothing all day and he was getting close to his limit. Please believe he wasn’t getting shit after that brat comment.

“Princessss, c’mon! It was a joke baby, let’s go to sleep, yeah?” He begged. You looked at him with a bored expression and saw his smile as you finally gave him something. You turned back to face your computer and his smile dropped again and was replaced with a scowl. “Y/N, I was just messing with you. I love the sound of your voice and I love you. So quit ignoring me and come give me love!” He demanded.

When he noticed you weren’t budging, he stood from his seat and pinched the bridge of his nose as he mentally counted.

‘1....2...3,’

He gave in and forcefully turned your chair and threw you over his shoulder. You didn’t speak to him but you squirmed and shook trying to get out of his grasp.

“Aye, aye,” he smacked your ass to get you to stop, “quit it. I’m tired, and I want sleep, and we both know I don’t sleep unless my teddy bear is with me, so shush.”

You looked at him when he told you to “shush.” As if you hadn’t been doing that all day. He just squinted his eyes as he knew what you were thinking. “You know what I mean shitty woman!”

Bakugou stormed into your shared bedroom and dropped you onto the mattress. You didn’t even try to run away. You had decided that, yes, you are indeed tired but you refused to give a certain blonde any attention. You stretched on the bed and Bakugou was in awe of your cute state but quickly snapped out of his trance when you turned on your side and gave him your back.

Bakugou got into bed along side you and scooted closer. He pressed himself against your back but once he made contact, you scooted farther away. And so, he scooted himself closer again but just like before, you scooted away. This went on about 2 more times before you scooted and fell off the bed.

“Y/N? You okay, love?” He asked as he looked down at you. You popped up from the floor, on your knees and grumbled to yourself as you vented quietly. You stood up and continued ranting as you tried to walk away to sleep on the couch but before you could get away from the king sized bed, Bakugou grabbed your wrist and pulled you on top of him. “Ignore me all you want but I’m not sleeping without my cuddles.”

You sighed as you gave in. You allowed him to hold you but you refused to speak. Bakugou rubbed circles onto your back as he inhaled your scent but he missed the sound of your voice. The sweet sound that was something similar to honey.

“Baby...I’m sorry.”

You looked at him when he apologized and raised your brow. A verbal, genuine, apology from Katsuki Bakugou? This you’ve gotta see.

“I know I shouldn’t have said that to you and even if I was only kidding......it was pretty fucking mean. ..But I hope you know I love the sound of your damn voice. I love you, dumbass. And I would never ask you to stay silent because....*sigh* ‘cuz your voice, you talking to me, you being with me, and just you in general keeps me sane. So I’m sorry. Okay? And I love you..” he said with a growing blush as he stared at you with a flustered face.

You smiled and went up to peck his lips and then give him a loving kiss. He jumped at the sudden contact but quickly melted into the kiss. He smiled as he finally got to revel in the sweet intimate moments like this. The sweet moments he’s been missing all day.

“I love you too Suki.” Oh how he craved to hear your voice. He loved the sweet sound and missed your loving tone. He pulled you in closer and just held you tight. He doesn’t plan on letting go.

“I’m so sorry. I will never make you upset like that ever again.” He bargained but you only shook your head.

“Katsuki, I was just messing with you today. I had an annoying day and that little joke just sent me over the edge but you know I never take your mean quips to heart. You’re rough around the edges but that’s just who you are and I don’t mind it. I love everything about you, even if you’re a jerk sometimes,” you teased and flicked at his nose. You giggled as he whined and tried to soothe the spot you hit. “You don’t have to censor yourself around me. Okay?”

Bakugou smiled even more. He loves you so damn much. Not only did you know he was just a little abrasive, but you accepted him for all his brunt behavior. You truly did love him. “Thanks princess,”

He sealed the deal with a sweet kiss to your temple as you giggled at the warm feeling of his soft lips. He pulled you down to his chest as you both cuddled up for the night. You sleeping is the only time Bakugou will ever be okay with you being silent. But never again will he ever allow himself to get the silent treatment.

A/N: Guys, I’m so sorry. I’ve been in such a slump and I feel like im reaching a writers block. It’s not even like I don’t have any ideas, I do! And I even have multiple unfinished pieces in my drafts but I just don’t have any motivation to finish :( sorry Cubs, don’t worry, I’ll try my best to finish them as quick as I can. Idk, should I take a break?

I’m already in the middle of a story and I don’t wanna leave those who are reading on a cliffhanger.

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New Years Day | Mark Lee

Mark x reader, friends to lovers!au, Johnny being Johnny. 

Word count: 2518

Genre: fluff

Author: maari

Warnings: none.

Note: here we go again another pure fluff of mark because i’m dreaming with this man every single day and IT’S KILLING ME

Summary: It's a tradition to you and Mark spend the new year's day together, but things turn out to be better than you guys planned

"Johnny, you're cheating!" you accused after seeing him make a suspicious move for the third time.

“I’m not.”

“I saw you take more money out of the bank.” you pointed and he tried not to laugh but ended up giving in.

“Man, if she saw it it's because you took it. She has eagle eyes.” Mark spoke and saw his friend return what he had taken too much.

“It was just because I was going broke.” he explained and everyone laughed at his disappointed face.

“Anyway, Taeil really won, he has more property.” Mark threw the cards he had on the board, handing over the game.

You gave up too and saw the eldest smile with pure pride.

You had been playing Monopoly for hours, it was the 31st and you had agreed with Mark to spend the day having fun for the turn of the year. Johnny and Taeil were in the dorm so they joined the two of you.

“Who's hungry?” Taeil asked and everyone raised their hands. “Johnny help me get some things.”

Johnny got up without complaint and went to the kitchen with him.

“Hey, thanks for agreeing to spend the day like this.” you told Mark and saw him smile in a way that made his cheeks bulge.

"It's our tradition, I would accept anything."

You laughed, you knew that was true.

Mark would accept even if the two of you looked at each other until midnight in complete silence, your presence was good for him.

“I know, and I'm so grateful for that. And for having you by my side.” you confessed, seeing his smile widen even more.

You'd known Mark since he was a rookie at SM, you lived in your aunt's convenience store next door to the building they lived in so it was easy to get close to him, since most of the guys broke certain rules to go buy any junk in the store.

Mark has always been very polite and the fact that you two are foreigners seemed to help you even more to reach the level of intimacy you are today. As the work at the beginning of the year was intense, it was almost certain that he would spend the new year in that region, and for you it was more complicated to come home at this time of year.

In the first year, with no friends and almost no acquaintances, you spent the turn on the sidewalk of the small apartment you lived in with your aunt, across the street from the store. Coincidentally, or as Mark said that fate decided to help, he and some friends were on the street that day seeing you so alone in a time that no one should spend isolated, according to him, Mark approached and you talked until dawn.

Since then, even though you saw each other a few times during the year, since his schedule was more crowded than the traffic in Seoul, he always made a point of being there with you at the turn of the year.

It became a tradition between the two of you.

You missed him, you couldn't deny it, cell phone conversations never managed to fill the void that his absence left and he felt the same way.

Without you knowing, you were feeling for each other more than friendship.

To be honest, you never called each other friends.

Okay, the word could summarize what you had so far, but the curiosity to know what it would be like if you were more than that was part of your daily lives. Sometimes you were so lost in Mark's lips as he talked nonstop that you were caught in the act, have you lost count of how many times Mark snapped his fingers in front of you to get you out of the trance and then he laughed, making you blush. And Mark felt his palms sweat and a weird feeling in his stomach every time he got a text from you, wishing every time he could be by your side to admire your face..

Friends didn't feel like kissing, right?

"That's what the new year is about, babe." he replied and hugged you by the shoulders, kissing you on the head, you stayed like that until Johnny and Taeil came back from the kitchen carrying goodies.

You loved the sweet way Mark said the nicknames he gave you and it was so natural, you were both used to it. In fact, when you called each other by name it was because something was wrong.

Johnny sat next to you with that little smile of someone who already understood everything while Taeil and Mark put the game away, before Johnny could say something that would make you embarrassed, because he was going, you took the first food in front of you and stuck it in his mouth.

"Oh, there's a game I downloaded for us to play today, it's a lot of fun." Mark spoke with a childlike animation that made you smile and he followed Taeil into the bedroom.

"You were quick this time, but I'm not going to eat marshmallows all night." Johnny spoke as he chewed the candy and you looked at him.

“No problem, that's what chips and coke are for.” you smirked and he rolled his eyes dramatically.

“You should tell him right away, even Doyoung already noticed the way you look at Mark.”

Johnny didn't push the subject any further once the boys came back and you wondered if maybe he was right.

I mean, your crush on Mark wasn't recent, you always found him extremely charming and it was a matter of time for the crush to be born, you didn't even remember how it happened but when it came, with each passing day it got harder to ignore it.

You only hid it because you knew it was the right thing to do. Mark knew talented and beautiful artists, he was charismatic and attracted everyone's attention, you couldn't imagine him reciprocating the feeling for a simple mortal like you. And it wasn't even because you doubted yourself, it's because you really thought it was impossible.

Little did you know that Mark felt the same way about you, the urge to protect you, to be with you when you called him in the middle of the night because you couldn't sleep, he loved to sing to you until he could hear your calmer breathing, indicating that you had managed to sleep.

But it was hard to ignore what Johnny had said.

Perhaps the time had really come. You just didn't know how to do it.

(...)

You and Mark sucked at games when you were in the same group.

And the fact that Johnny and Taeil laughed hard at you made things worse.

Mark had come up with the idea of ​​you guys playing “Who am I?” that game where you put your cell phone to your forehead and your partner tries to help you figure out what you are.

Well, Johnny and Taeil hadn't done so badly, they had a good laugh when Johnny ended up giving tips in English and the eldest laughed nervously without knowing it, but overall they had got 10 questions right in a short time.

As for you and Mark… first that Mark decided he'd give you the hints, and oh boy he was bad at that, second that you couldn't concentrate on the hints when he was standing in front of you. You were distracted most of the time, because Mark was laughing like a kid or because he was too serious as he looked you in the eye. You dropped your phone a couple of times when he did some dancing, unintentionally of course, as you haven't expected this much hip movement since the Dignity choreography.

"What is that?" you asked as Mark made a gun with his hand and tried to be serious. Tried. "Action movie." he agreed and continued. “Jason Bourne!” you screamed, it was your favorite character.

"Almost that!" he laughed and you laughed, moving your leg nervously as you tried to think of someone else.

“Huh…Jack Bauer.” you said the first name that came and he stopped, looking at you seriously.

“Time is up!” Taeil announced and he and Johnny started to laugh at the expressions on both of you.

You put your cell phone down and Mark approached with a grimace.

“Jack Bauer? Really? Who watched this at our age?”

“It used to be at dawn on some channel.” you assured and laughed, handing the phone back to him. “What then?”

“007”

You frowned.

"James Bond." he replied and you felt your jaw drop, you hadn't even remembered him!

"Oh, I forgot."

“We watched it together at your house, how did you forget?” Mark looked more shocked than you.

Okay, that day wasn't such an epic memory that you guys had.

The idea was for you and Mark to marathon all the 007 movies together, you would have some alone time and it would be perfect for you to finally admit how you felt. Except Mark was at the end of activities with NCT Dream so when you didn't expect him to show up at your house with all the guys after him. The bucket of cold water on both of your heads had totally cut the mood.

“I didn't like it very much.” Johnny laughed even harder at the confusion between you and walked over, putting his arms on both of your shoulders.

"It's obvious that what you lack is communication." he emphasized the last word and winked at you.

You would have pinched Johnny's arm for being so subtle with the hint, if he hadn't suddenly pulled away, causing your and Mark's bodies to bump into each other. It was enough for Mark to hold you tight and you to reciprocate.

“Sorry I missed it.” you said and he started stroking your back.

“No problem, it was fun.” declared. “You looked kind of distracted, what is it?”

Of course he'd noticed the way you'd looked at him, Mark could be a little fussy about certain things but not when it came to you.

You couldn't contain the butterflies in your stomach and you weren't even looking at him.

“I was a little distant, I confess.” you sighed. "It's close to midnight and I always end up being a little..."

“Yeah, you know how it is. The year passes before our eyes and I think about the things I did and what I didn't." You pulled away, undoing the hug and Mark looked at you, turning completely to you. "But one thing I'm sure: I wouldn't have made it through this year if it weren't for you. Really."

“Thoughtful.” he concluded and you agreed.

You didn't even notice the absence of the other two who were in the room.

He felt his heart heat up in a way that only happened when he was around you.

“You know this is no sacrifice. I like to be there for you." he replied and tucked a hair behind your ear, the simple gesture made you feel a shiver in your body.

He had barely touched you and you were already giving in. How long would it take him to realize?

Mark was practically biting his tongue to keep from spilling everything he felt on you, he was afraid to speak at once and you wouldn't react as he expected.

Not knowing what to say, you hugged him tight. As you were facing each other, the logs met and you felt your hearts beat in the same rhythm.

Mark stroked your hair and you shrank even more in his arms, you didn't want to let go, the heat was too welcoming.

But eventually you had to pull away and with your hands already shaking, you noticed how close Mark's face was, he could feel your heavy breathing so close to his.

The eyes met too and from those you couldn't escape, Mark looked at you in a way so serene and so captivating that you got lost in the immensity of his dark brown eyes. He, on the other hand, had always found your eyes fascinating but being so close to them, he didn't even notice when he started to get even closer.

You saw Mark run his tongue over his lips and you swallowed hard, he had this habit but you've never been this close to observe better. When his lips touched yours, you closed your eyes and focused on the sensations.

His soft and warm lips were calm, you just followed the rhythm feeling the famous butterflies in your stomach go around and it was like you were the only people in the world, trapped in that moment.

“3,2,1…Happy New Year!”

At the same moment the city erupted in celebration, you felt Mark's hand grip the back of your neck, causing you to bring your hands to his shoulders as you opened your mouth and felt your tongues meet so they danced in their own time.

Mark had enough of a calm, unhurried kiss, but now he needed so much more than that, he needed to taste you more, he needed to feel your hands grip his shoulders, he needed to kiss you like there was no tomorrow.

When you pulled away, lips completely red and short of breath, you just stared at each other again. Mark was smiling with his eyes, in that cute way that made you want to bite his cheeks, and you could feel all the blood in your body pooling in your cheeks.

“That was…”

"Wow." he concluded, making you laugh.

"Too late." the two of you pulled away when you heard Johnny's voice behind the couch, he was with his arms crossed and eyebrows raised as Taeil peeked behind the taller one.

“Were you…looking at us?” you asked while pointing at the two.

"We thought you were asleep, you’re never quiet like that." Taeil replied and you looked at Mark, he had his mouth open completely shocked.

“A little privacy is good.” Mark spoke up.

"Look, we didn't want to see you two swallowing each other, we just wanted to wish you a happy new year." Johnny warned.

“But you were too busy. So, see you soon.” Taeil made a peace sign and pulled Johnny with him.

"Yeah, you can go on but don't forget that this is PG-13." Johnny spoke and Mark threw a pillow at him, who ran away laughing.

You looked at Mark, completely embarrassed and he laughed.

"I swear they do it on purpose." he complained and you caressed his cheek, gaining his full attention.

"You’re so cute."

Mark smiled widely and this time he didn't control the urge to kiss you, he placed a peck on your lips, kissed your cheek, your forehead and the tip of your nose, during all the kisses you could only smile.

“I think it's time we updated our tradition.” He spoke and you frowned, confused. "Now we need to have New Year's kisses."

[4dtk]

CONGRATULATIONS ON 2.5K (^-^) i just wanna say that i go on tumblr daily just to see if you've posted any prompts because not only do you write so well but you're also so nice to your prompters and followers and asks <3 My prompt would be a lil angst/a lotta fluff with Jeong Jaehyun + 🤍+ i'm sorry babe i didn't mean it

<3 thank you for the kind words hon. i hope this is ok the argument is super petty though 😭

it was genuinely a petty thing to storm out on, and yet when jaehyun says it, the frown only grows deeper on your face until you feel your throat dry up. the childish urge to ignore him only grows when your boyfriend reaches out to you, which you swiftly avoid to head to the living room.

“baby? you know that slipped out — i didn’t mean to make fun of it!” you roll your eyes, plunking down onto the sofa where mark, playing games, just shot you a terrified look. you don’t say anything after, though, merely glaring holes into the game he had going on with haechan downstairs.

jaehyun looked guilty, not guilty enough though, to have said something about your animal crossing island where you just started out. with one glance over to your switch, he couldn’t help but giggle and say something along the lines of why does your island look so small? you can hardly fit anything on it. to which you switched off your device to plop down next to a petrified mark.

“j-jaehyun hyung can you maybe, not block the screen?” your boyfriend ignores his pleas, still begging for your forgiveness while the younger member tries to swerve blindly on the mario kart route.

“i’m sorry, babe, i didn’t mean it!” you clicked your tongue once you hear it, stubborn as always which could be a hinder in your relationship from time to time. “i’ll buy you overcooked, how about that?”

your head snaps back to him, careful expression still shown to which he opens up the store right in front of your face, placing the game right into his cart and processing it all while the screen faces you. it wasn’t cheap, sure, and you could’ve simply bought it with your own money, sure, but jaehyun smiles at you triumphantly when you assume a less hostile position.

“do my laundry for the next month, too.” beside you, mark stifles a giggle and you turn to narrow your eyes at him, freaking the younger boy out. “and treat me to lunch everyday.”

your boyfriend accepts in an instant, shooting you a thumbs up (you were kidding...) before dragging you off the couch, right into the room.

“you know i was kidding, right? about the lunch part,” you sigh, looking longingly at the switch left on the bed. “just don’t be so mean next time.”

“i know, baby, i’m sorry. i think i just got teased too much by taeyong that i wanted to boast to someone.”

jaehyun yanks you into a hug after, all the while mumbling apologies into your hair that he won’t make fun of your island any more. for the next hours, all you did was build your island with jaehyun at your side, giving you kisses each time you unlocked a new item or character. it was a staple game in your relationship, where all you remember are memories of you in his arms while he sang the soundtrack into your ears in the early morning.

one day, you’re gonna have to make this come true with a home of your own.

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