#THERE ARE TEARS IN MY EYES I SET MY PHONE D O W N

[lycorisblooms]

[greazyfloz]

umich smut. anyone u want

Truth or Dare

w/ Mark Estapa

Word count: 1.0k

Earlier today Mark invited me over to hang out with him and the guys and watch a movie. I don’t know how this happened but I am now sitting here with a Mark both of us very intoxicated playing truth or dare. Mark and I have been friends since he came to UMich. The boys always told me he had a little crush on me but I was dating someone on the football team up until a two months ago when he thought Mark and I were too close. 

  “So, Y/n” Mark slurs his words a bit, “truth or dare?” some of the boys come back in and sit on the couch and just watch Mark and I play truth or dare for their entertainment. “Truth” I reply. “Okay, Why did you and your boyfriend break up”, “Because of you” I laugh, all the boys looking around at each other with wide eyes. “Okay my next question-” Mark starts, “No, It’s my turn” I start, “Truth or dare, Mark?”, “Dare”, “I dare you to text the sexiest person in your phone that you are horny”, “I mean I could just tell her to her face” he says making me blush a bit, “O-okay” I say, “Y/n, I’m horny” Mark says taking a sip from his beer, the guys all laughing at this interaction. “Thanks” I say with a red face giggling, “Your turn”. “Truth or Dare”, “Truth”, “No, you picked that last time!”, “Fine, Dare” “I dare you to take your shirt off” Mark says, the guys all look at each other with wide eyes again. I took my shirt off leaving me in my red push up bra. “Truth or dare Mark” “Truth”, “Are you horny right now?”, “Yes” Mark answers quickly

And with that the rest of the boys were gone. One the way out of the room we got a couple ‘Be Safe’s and ‘Have Fun’s before mark and I were completely alone. “Truth or Dare Y/n”, “Dare”, Mark jumps up and pulls a chair up to sit on “Give me a lap dance” he smirks at me. I crawl over on the floor making my way over to Mark on the chair across the room before standing up in front of him and turning around so I can slowly pull down my pants while bending slightly so he has a good view of my ass, “nice” mark says as I pull my pants down the rest of the way, Once they are off I shake my ass a little before turning and facing mark. Mark is reaching down trying to adjust himself before I slap his hand away and signal him to take off his shirt which he does instantly. I then push his legs apart, turn back around and bend down so I can grind up against the bulge growing inside of Mark’s pants. I turned around bringing marks legs back together so I can sit on his lap. I lean in and whisper in his ear “Truth or dare Mark” as seductively as possible. “D-dare” he studdered back, “I dare you to fuck me” I say stepping off to the side allowing mark to get up. 

Mark gets up, and pick me up bridal style and stumbles a bit because of the alcohol before finally making it to his room. He sets me down on his bed then backs up to take his pants off, at the same time, I take my bra and underwear off and walk over to mark finally pressing a kiss to his lips, we begin to make out as a tug on the band of his boxers, allowing his cock to freely rub up against my stomach as the kiss becomes deeper and deeper, “Get on your knees” Mark says, I smirk going down and facing his hard cock. I take it in my hand and lick from to bottom all the way to the tip before leaving a gently kiss on the tip of his cock. “No t-teasing” Mark says, I obey by taking mark into my mouth bobbling my head slowly back and forth, I pull him out of my mouth and Mark looks down at me “Can I fuck your face?”, “Yes” I say as mark lined himself up and grabbed a fist full of hair as he sunk his dick deep in back and forth quickly, resulting in some tears forming in my eyes, he pulled out and I stood up crashing our lips together again, Mark plunged two fingers deep inside me “Fuck, mark!” I yelp as he curls his fingers. “You’re so wet, fuck y/n. So hot” he whispers in my ear as his finger curl fast inside of me, “Who made you think wet?” mark says, “You, M-mark!” I whimper, “I’m about to cum!” I say as mark takes his fingers out and pushes me down on the bed, 

“Not yet, I wanna taste you while you cum in my mouth”, Mark then kisses my clit then licks fast up and down before entering with his tongue. “I’m cumming” I say as I release myself in his mouth. Mark suck on my clit for a few seconds until he puts his fingers back inside me before bringing them up to my lips, “Taste” he says. I open my mouth and suck his three fingers like it is cock. Taking them in and out, “Fuck you are so hot, y/n”. I presses his lips on mine then pulls away to say “I wanna feel you wrapped around my cock”, I whimper as his mouth made its way to my nipples sucking the slightly biting them. “Ugh, Mark fuck me please”, Mark gets up to grab a condom and rolls it on his shaft and he lines himself up and without warning pushes himself in. “Fuck!” i whimper, Mark pounds into my slowly but hard. His grunting in my ear results in more whimpers from me. “I’m about to cum again, fuck!” I say as Mark starts to get sloppier, “Okay me too” We both finish around the same time. Mark gets up and throws the condom out before coming back to bed. He realizes that I fell asleep, so he walks around the other side of the bed climbing under the sheets and pulls me in close where he fell asleep while holding me in his arms.

[falcqns]

Hi i have a request like a Chris Evans x reader and like the reader clean they’re house and chris have this book that he put like important stuff and the reader put that book on their coffee table and proceed to clean and when chris got home chris took a shower and find his book and he ask the reader and the reader said it was in the coffee table but when chris check it wasn’t there and chris got all mad bc it’s important and the reader said she will buy him a new one but chris said i will never be the same or something like that and chris stormed off and a few mins the reader saw the book but dodger have it he was ripping all the pages and stuff and the reader and dodge go to the shops and buy a new book for chris and when they got home chris was already there still mad and the reader gave the book to chris and the reader say something like “I know you said its not gonna be the same but I bought you a new one bc dodge kinda uh play with it” something like that and the reader apologized you can do whatever you want there, pls end it with a happy ending thankyou!

better than the original

pairing: Chris Evans x sensitive!Reader

warnings: angst, mentions of a DDLG relationship and little space, but no actual DDLG in this one, fluff, super sensitive reader (aka me, I cry over everything)

a/n: kind of a part two to "wrong person"?? readers not little in this, but its in the same universe!

you thought he would have been appreciative of you cleaning the house while he was on set, but to your surprise, he got mad.

"where's my book?" he asked, looking around the living room, disregarding all the work you'd done.

"I'm sure it's around here somewhere." you said, helping him look for his favourite book and trying to ignore the upset feeling in your stomach at the way he ignored the clean house.

he rounded the couch, and you heard him exclaim. "oh for fucks sake." he said, before storming off towards the bedroom. you furrowed your brow and walked around the couch. you sighed when you saw Dodger chewing on it, and ripping out the pages.

"Dodger! No!" you said. you took it away from him and placed it on the counter before going after Chris.

"we can always get a new one," you offered, but you knew that was the wrong decision when Chris turned around.

"that's not the fucking point, y/n! that was my favourite book, and even if we replace it it won't be the same!" he said, and he slammed the bedroom door shut behind him.

you felt tears coming to your eyes. you were insanely sensitive, and Chris knew that. he knew better than to yell at you, because you would start crying and wouldn't stop until you he assured you over and over that you weren't in trouble, and he wasn't mad or disappointed. you understood that he was upset, but it still hurt that he got mad and yelled at you, when you clearly didn't mean it.

you walked away and back to the living room and sat back down on the couch, where you remained for the rest of the night, your tears never ceasing. you were just trying to help, and show him you could be a good girlfriend and eventually wife, but instead you made him mad, and angry at you.

you spent a cold and lonely night on the couch, shivering from the cold that the knitted blanket couldn't block out, not wanting to anger Chris any further by joining him in the nice warm bed upstairs. just the thought of the bed made you eyes well up again, wanting nothing more than to cuddle up to him.

eventually, you woke from a restless slumber, and your tears retuned when you remembered that Chris was still mad at you. you glanced over to the book that still laid chewed up on the counter, and decided to go and try to find him a new one.

you stood up and grabbed your wallet and car keys, before leaving the house with Dodger on a leash.

you drove into town and found the first bookstore you could find. you walked in, and your eyes lit up when you saw they had just gotten a new shipment of them. for $15 you could get the regular book, or for $25 you could get a signed copy with a bookmark. you thought about it for a moment, but decided to get the signed copy, even though it cost more.

you paid for the book, and made the quick drive home, hoping that the book would put Chris in a better mood, if his sleep hadn't.

but, when you walked in the door, you knew that wasn't the case. the door shut behind you, and Chris came barrelling into the room.

"where the fuck were you?" he demanded, and your eyes widened. "ive been calling your phone, only to find out that you left it here, while you left, with my dog, might I add, to god knows where! why the fuck wouldn't you tell me where you're going? do know how stupid and immature that is?" he yelled at you. you tried to will yourself not to cry, but it was useless. he stood in front of you, eyes dark and face red. to you, he looked terrifying, and you wanted nothing more for him to go back to the nice Chris you thought he was.

tears slipped down your cheeks as you handed him the bag and Dodgers leash.

"I-i'm sorry. I k-know how much that b-book meant to you, a-and I just wanted to r-replace it so y-you won't be angry w-w-ith me anymore. I-I got the s-signed one to-o. it comes w-with a book mark. here-s your d-dog." you said before running off trying not to cry even more.

you ran into the bathroom, and to the linen closet where you had your little hideout. you climbed in and shut the curtain behind you, and let the tears come. you could feel your headspace approaching but you pushed it away.

you'd upset Chris, and he probably hated you for what you did. you knew that the book you bought could never replace the original, but you thought he would have liked it. you took Dodger with you because he needed some fresh air, and he loved going into stores with you.

you just wanted to prove you could be a big girl! that's all! he was really mad at you last night, so you knew even if you were little, you wouldn't get the care that you needed, so you pushed through and remained big for him, but even that wasn't good enough.

you don't know how long you sat there and cried your little heart out, but soon you heard Chris entering the bathroom. he took a seat somewhere and started to speak to you.

"y/n, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have gotten mad at you like I did. you didn't deserve that. you worked so hard on cleaning the house and I didn't even acknowledge it because I was focused on a book. I should've let it go when it happened because its a book. I was wrong. it can be replaced. the one you got me is so much better than the other one, and I love that you got it for me. I shouldn't have yelled at you. you're insanely sensitive, and you were probably already on the verge of tears when you came in the house, and me yelling at you was not the right thing to do. I could have asked you calmly where you were going, instead of getting angry." he explained. he waited to see if you would say anything, and when you didn't, he continued speaking.

"and I'm sorry for saying that Dodger was my dog. he's not. he's ours. you take such good care of him, and I know you were only entertaining him because I was still asleep, because your such a sweet girl. I'm so sorry baby." he said. you sniffled, and slowly crawled out.

you walked over to him, tears still pouring down your face, and leaned against him. he immediately embraced you, and rubbed your back as you cried.

"I didn't mean to make you mad!" you sobbed, and Chris shook his head.

"no baby. you didn't. I could never be mad at you for something like that. you're okay. i'm not mad, i'm not disappointed. you're not a crybaby, its okay to cry." he recited like he always did, squashing all your fears before they could even enter your head. he lifted your head to look in your red and swollen eyes.

"have you stopped crying since last night?" he asked, and you shrugged your shoulders.

"n-not really." you said, and Chris sighed sadly.

"c'mon. let's go back to bed for a little, it's still early." he said, and you followed him into the bedroom.

you drifted off less than a second after your head hit the pillow, and had a peaceful sleep knowing that Chris wasn't mad at you.

[spiderling-space]

Could I request Yandere Kalim, with Soulmate Au? So Kalim and Reader would be soulmates, and Kalim is yandere for them. I don't mind what kind of soulmate Au, though, it could be timers, names, shared injures.

Although please feel free to reject if you don't want to write this.

I'm going with names since I like that the most.  It became longer than I intended. Around 2,6k words.

PS: Have your individuality in your relationships.

Italics indicate thoughts

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Kalim Al-Asim

Warning: Yandere behaviour, guilt-tripping, gaslighting (passive), unhealthy relationship

It all started when he saw the tattoo on their forearm. "That's me!" He yelled suddenly, staggering back. He then rolled up his sleeve, "Is this your name?" He asked with such excitement that made (Y/N) think he would cry if they said no.

Nevertheless, it was their name. "Yes."

They didn't think they would meet their soulmate in NRC. After the day they met, (Y/N) asked around what type of person Kalim was. Everyone mentioned how different he was from the rest of school, how supportive he was, how he was there for them when needed, the way he radiates positivity everywhere he went and always having a smile on his face. (Y/N) wasn't going to lie. At first, they thought Kalim was faking it since they had seen similar people turning out to be evil in shows and movies they watched and the books they read. However, their opinion of him turned positive after hanging out together and getting to know each other. He was one of the best people they had ever met, had the brightest smile they had ever seen. No one would be able to resist him once he smiled and looked with those bright eyes. (Y/N) was one of them. Kalim had fun ideas but they had responsibilities to take care of, they couldn't spend their entire time with Kalim. But how could they reject Kalim's idea when he looked so heartbroken after saying they were busy? They couldn't. They got into trouble with the academy for not doing or doing sloppy homework and their friends for not spending time together.

Kalim might be their soulmate but that didn't mean they couldn't spend time apart. (Y/N) promised themselves that they would say no to Kalim the next time he asked to hang out together. They were soulmates who would marry one day. If they didn't set the boundaries now, they wouldn't be able to do it in the future. And they certainly didn't want their future life to turn up like that.

Unsurprisingly, Kalim showed up. "(Y/N)!" He kissed their cheek which was another thing they needed to talk about. "How've you been doing? Let's go carpet ride!" He didn't even wait for their response as he grabbed their sleeve and started pulling.

But no more. They were going to take a stand. "Kalim, stop." He didn't seem to hear them and kept pulling but (Y/N) planted themselves like a tree, unmoving. "Kalim, stop." He didn't even look at them. "Kalim!" That got his attention. "We need to talk. Now."

"We can talk on the carpet! C'mon!" He was ever excited but his smile faltered when they didn't cave in. "Are you upset with me?" He asked, giving them puppy dog eyes.

(Y/N) was glad that he at least understood they were upset. "Yes." his smile turned upside down, it was horrible to see him sad. "No!" He smiled once again. "I mean... ugh! I just..."

"I'm glad you aren't upset with me. Let's go!" 

He must have understood that they were conflicted then why was he trying to dismiss it? It was frustrating him. "No! Fuck! I'm so done! I'm trying to have a conversation with you and you just ignore it! Do I not mean anything to you? Do -"

"You mean everything to me!"

"You did it again! You don't even let me finish!" (Y/N) couldn't stop anymore. It was now or never. "You don't care what I want as long as you get to do whatever you want! I hate it! You are suffocating me!" They pinched the bridge of their nose. "Just because we are soulmates doesn't mean we will be together 24/7. Give me a fucking break!" It felt good to spill everything out but they didn't realize the volume of their voice increase nor the people around staring at them. Damn it! Don't people have better things to do? "Can we talk somewhere private and just... uhm... fix the issue?"

Kalim looked like he was about to cry and he might have shed a tear or two, given that he seemed to wipe his eyes. Thankfully, he agreed and they went to his room for privacy. (Y/N) thought they messed up once and wanted to have a calmer discussion with him. They weren't able to sit, nervous about how he would react once he heard everything they wanted to say since just a small outburst made him teary eyes. "I shou-"

"I'm sor-"

They both spoke at the same time. "I need to tell th-"

"I'm sorry for making you feel as if I don't care for you." Kalim walked over (Y/N) and hugged them. "I promise to be a better boyfriend to you!" He kissed their cheek before letting them go. "Let's play- I mean... Do you want to play Mancala? Jamil would bring us snacks and it would be fun!" He acted as if he wasn't on the verge of crying a second ago and dismissed the issue once more but at least he apologized, that was progress.

Still...

"Kalim," They took his hands and led him to sit on his bed. "Thank you for apologizing but we didn't resolve anything. You dismissed what I feel again." They liked him, he was a good man but he just needed to listen to them. They believed he could change. "I love spending time with you but I have a personal life too. I couldn't do my homework properly for the last couple of weeks and I couldn't hang out with my friends. I need time for them too. And sometimes, I am too tired or I'm not interested in what you want to do. It is hard to say no to you when you look at me with those eyes. Please understand my wish to set personal boundaries." They didn't want to bring up guilt-tripping yet since they thought he would get better after this speech.

Kalim seemed to listen to what they said attentively. They hoped he wouldn't make a fuss about it. They felt better when he nodded. "I see." He pulled them into a hug. "I promise I'll be better for you, (Y/N)."

"Glad that we resolved it. Again, I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier." They hugged him back. "I now have to go and do my homework. See you later!" They untangled themselves from Kalim and headed out to their room.

The next day, Kalim showed up to ask them about another adventure he planned. He managed to convince them to join when he said he would be all alone if they didn't come with him. "I know I am sometimes clumsy, I hope I won't lose my balance and fall. Jamil would be with me normally but he has basketball practice for hours."

(Y/N) didn't want to go hiking with Kalim but if he hurt himself, they would be responsible in a way. They certainly didn't want Kalim to be hurt nor to be guilty of him getting hurt so he agreed to go with him. The following day Kalim came up with a new adventure. "I'd get lost in the woods without you. Jamil and I are both grew up in a desert country. He wouldn't be able to find us a way to return even if he tries. Please come with me to explore the woods so I can return safely with you." (Y/N) agreed to this too, not wanting to cause their soulmate to be lost in the woods.

On the adjacent days, Kalim came up with an idea and told them if they could come with him so that he wouldn't be harmed. They didn't want to feel any guilt if he were to injured so they joined all of them. On the last day, they said no.

Kalim gave them space after that day. (Y/N) thought he learned his lesson. Everything was fine in their life. They were even planning to ask Kalim on a date since they didn't talk for days.

"I've heard that (Y/N) tried to carve out their tattoo because they couldn't stand Kalim." 

"I heard they tried to change the tattoo so they would have a different soulmate than Kalim."

"Is that even possible?"

"I don't know but I know that they tried. Haven’t you seen how (Y/N) made Kalim cry two weeks ago? They must despise him."

“How could a person despise Kalim? He is friends with everyone and there is no one who would say a bad thing about him.” 

The fuck? (Y/N) was sure that they heard his and Kalim's name in their conversation. They certainly didn't do anything like that. As they passed the group, they received glares from everyone in the group. They wanted to tell Kalim what they heard and how idiotic it was but they couldn't reach him either by phone or by going over to Scarabia. Since they didn't get a chance to talk to Kalim, they went back to their room.

They managed to find Kalim the next day and talk briefly about what they heard. "I'm sure it was just a misunderstanding, (Y/N). I know you wouldn't do something like that." He smiled, making them feel better. They hanged out casually for the next few days then Kalim spontaneously invited them to a carpet ride.

"I'm sorry, I promised my friends that we would binge-watch this new tv show that came out."

"It's okay." They were glad to hear Kalim's positive response. He really is working himself to be a better boyfriend.

The next morning at breakfast, their mood turned sour.

"Did you know that the reason (Y/N) pushes Kalim away is that they are having an affair with someone?"

"No one would cheat on their soulmate once they learn they are soulmates. That's just nasty."

(Y/N) left without eating breakfast so they wouldn't hear any of those stupid people. They needed fresh air to distract themselves from what they heard but it only made things worse.

"My friend told me. He saw (Y/N) flirt with a guy from Scarabia right after they sent Kalim away." A guy from Heartslabyul said a student from Octavinelle and Pomefiore.

"I bet that's the person they are cheating with and they must be using Kalim's money to do whatever they want." added the Pomefiore student.

"So (Y/N) is acting the perfect soulmate for Kalim for his money and use his money to fuck around with another guy. I thought soulmates wouldn't be able to be with someone else other than each other." Heartslabyul student said

"You can break the bond but you need to do an unspeakable thing first." Octavinelle one told the group.

"Where did you hear that?"

"Doesn't matter. This means (Y/N) did something unspeakable. I feel sorry for Scarabia prefect."

(Y/N) didn't want to hear their talk anymore as they rushed to Kalim's side. Unfortunately, he was sick and didn't have the energy to talk to them as Jamil informed them.

The next day the rumors got worse. "Kalim is terminally sick because (Y/N) tried to break their bond." "They are trying to kill him." So forth.

The rumors around (Y/N) grew larger and larger. At first, their friends defended them whereas Kalim was nowhere to be seen. But their friends abandoned them too. "We believe, you didn't do anything but the others don't and they don't talk to or look at us since we are friends with you. Forgive us but we don't want to spend our student lives as ostracized." 

They were all alone. No one spoke to them. They just talked about them but never to them. They couldn't take it anymore.

(Y/N) didn't have any other choice. They had only one place to go. They thought all of these rumors would die if people saw they were with Kalim and if he said there was no problem between them. So they went to Kalim. They didn't say they came to him because of rumors but they thought he knew it deep down. He didn't care what people were saying about them as he hugged them tightly. "You should move to Scarabia. Even my room!" He said, eyed closed with a huge smile on his face. "No one would say anything about you then." They were soulmates and have been dating for months so staying in the same room wasn't outrageous for them. They accepted his proposal. He immediately asked Jamil to help them with their stuff. After placing their basic stuff in Kalim's room, he asked if they wanted to walk to clear their head which (Y/N) accepted dearly.

"At least, people won't talk about how you beat me and gave me bruises anymore!" Kalim said with a cheery attitude.

Huh? Nobody was talking about that in the school.

"Or how you sneaked into treasury room to get yourself some diamonds!" He added another rumor that didn't exist.

There was something in the way he said those that were giving goosebumps to them. (Y/N)'s mind was trying to understand why they felt on edge suddenly. It was better to confront the issue now. "Uhm... those weren't among the rumors. Whe-"

"Oh, they weren't?" Kalim looked surprised. "I thought I vented about it. Hmmm... never mind then! Let's go and ride flying carpet."

Did he say 'vented?'

"Sorry, Kalim. You said vented. What do you mean by it?" (Y/N)'s instinct was telling them to run from great danger but Scarabia was a safe place. It must be their mind playing tricks on them.

"Since we weren't together, I was feeling upset. My friends just asked me why I was upset and I told them everything. It's good to be friends with the majority of the school since I had so many friends who listened to what I said. They are such good people, listening to my worries attentively and comforting me." He stopped in front of them, looked them right in the eyes. "They say talking fixes every problem. And look! Talking made you come back to me."

Talking solves everything but it wasn't him talking that made me succumb to his wish. It was those nasty rumors. Surely he knows... Oh. Oh! That is just ridiculous, he wouldn't do something like that to me. He loves me too much for it. Still... (Y/N) wanted to believe that what they were thinking was just their mind was making that up. "Kalim, you know that the rumors caused me great problems."

He cut them off again. "Don't worry. I won't talk about your thievery and the bruises you gave me. Since you are back in my arms, there is no need for me to talk about you to my friends anymore."

"I didn't steal anything or even hurt an inch of you. Why would you talk about something that doesn't exist?"

"Those rumors won't exist as long as you are with me. Since you will never ever leave me again, you won't need to work your mind about it." Kalim told them with a bright smile on his face. "Now let me show you a whole new world!" He grabbed their hand and tugged their sleeve. "Unless you want to leave me by myself. It would be a shame if your reputation plummets down more." 

(Y/N) was too shocked to answer so they just nodded. 

"Great! Let's go!" Their mind was numb as Kalim dragged them after him.

Kalim looked like the sweetest person one could ever meet. They didn't think he would ever do something so nasty.

Is this the man whom I'll spend the rest of the days with? What did I do to deserve such fate? 

[avenging-criminal-bones]

After All This Time || Chapter Four

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Word Count: 2128

CHAPTER WARNINGS: hehe i don't wanna spoil it, but angst, language, case talk, the usual

A/N: This is the longest chapter so far, and honestly it took less time than some of the other ones. I got really into it.

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Halfway to the drive you remember to ask, "So who are we interviewing at the school?"

"James O'Malley, who is the principal, and Margaret Solokowski, one of three first grade teachers." His response is automated as he looks to the right out the window.

Your mind drifted back to the case from when you were only nine. It was the reason you wanted to be involved with S.W.A.T or the FBI.

Your brother was playing in a sand pit at the local playground when you turned around to go buy the two of you some ice cream cones from the truck driving slowly past.

There was a priest with a group of nuns walking through the park, discussing something about the "Lord's Will". You didn't believe in any of that stuff then, so you rolled your eyes and told the nice man what ice creams you wanted.

"There you go, kiddie."

"Thank you!"

Spinning on your heel, you licked your own ice cream as you went to get back to Joey, your brother.

Something was wrong though. When you looked, he wasn't there anymore. He had been playing with a group of three kids, and none of them were there anymore. Turning back around you remember the Priest had been driving away with the nuns. You saw the two other childrens' mothers crying and talking, flailing their arms wildly at each other.

"Joey? Joey where are you," you wandered around the play set for a minute and started crying when you couldn't find him.

Wandering up to one of the adults scattered through the play area, a mother with a small baby in her arms, and said, "Can-" a sniffle before, "Can I borrow your phone? I need to call my mom."

"Of course, honey," she shuffled the little girl to her other hip and grabbed the phone from her other pocket. "Here you go sweetie. Is there anything else you need?"

"No. Uh, thank you. I'll bring it right back."

Taking a few steps away you called your mother's house number, suddenly grateful for the pressure she had put on you from a young age to remember her house number and her cell number.

"Mom-"

Hey, honey,- what? What's going on?"

"Mom, I can't find Joey. He's not here. I just walked ten steps to get our ice cream and he's- I can't find him, mom. And the other two kids were gone too. I don't know what to do, he's gone. Mom-"

"Honey?"

"I can't find-"

"Y/N!" You finally stop rambling and quiet down enough to hear your mom's voice and your own heartbeat. "We'll find him, okay? Tell whoever's phone this is what happened, and then wait there for me okay? Ask the lady you borrowed this from to call the police and help you explain what happened and I'll be right over there okay? It will take me five minutes, okay?"

"Okay. I love you."

"I love you too, Peanut."

Hanging up the phone you do as she told you and explained your situation to the kind woman with the baby. She agreed to help you call the police, even though the other parents had probably already done it.

"Are you okay, Y/N?"

"Y/N? Hey. Y/N! You missed the turn..."

You snap out of your flashback and look around you at the road.

"What?"

Hotch let out and annoyed puff of air and pointed to the road that you were about to drive past. "That's our turn. You know, to get to the school. That's right there."

Mumbling under your breath you turn the signal on and slam the breaks after seeing there was no one behind you. You smirk to yourself when you see that the man in the passenger seat had to throw his arm out so as not to hit the dashboard.

"Agent, if you do not drive this vehicle with care, I will personally revoke your privilege of driving on the clock," he threatens as he adjusts the lapels on his suit jacket.

You ignore him and park in front of the school, getting out and straightening your own blazer.

"You let me do the talking, L/N." He declares as he brushes past you, not bothering to hold the door on his way.

Murmuring under your breath, you follow him in.

Almost immediately, you are stopped by someone from campus security and flash your badges in reply. The guard simply nods and sends you through, pointing to the principal's office.

"Mr. O'Malley? I'm SSA Aaron Hothcner, and this is Agent L/N. We are here from the BAU in Quantico investigating the homicides that I'm sure you've heard about. I was wondering if we could ask you a few questions about the victims; they were all students here." Hotch's air of professionalism was back full force rather than his childish antics only five minutes ago.

O'Malley shakes his head slightly, a red tint coming to his ears as his eyes scan the clock. "Actually, I don't have the time right now. I have another meeting coming up shortly-"

"Sir, your meeting isn't for another fifteen minutes," the secretary states before turning back to you and Hotch, "Surely that's enough time for you and your partner to ask him a few questions?" The young woman looks at you when she speaks, her eyes silently pleading. She must know something as well.

"No, Anne. I really don't have time for that-"

"Hotchner, if you want to talk to Mr. O'Malley, maybe I could ask," you pause, reading her desk tag, "Ms. Brink a few questions?"

She nods her head eagerly, and as much as Hotch wanted to argue, he has seen her desperate look as well and would have suggested splitting up if you hadn't.

"I was just about to say that. Mr. O'Malley is there somewhere we could go that's a bit more private?" Hotch questions, signaling behind him, "If that's a break room that would be perfect."

O'Malley nods, standing up. He walks towards the door, opening it as he turns back to look at the you and Hotch. There's a glint of something in his eyes and-

And he's running.

"Go! Hotch, go, go, GO!" Before you even finish urging him to chase the principal he's running after the man. "Anne, if you know anything suspicious about James O'Malley you need to tell me, and you need to tell me now."

Tears well in the younger woman's eyes as she nods, fists bunching in the skirt of her peach colored dress. "He, uh. He has made- you know. S-sexual advances on a few young girls. He did the same to me, b-but when he d-did it to me he said he would kill the next girl that w-was in here if I told..." Anne breaks into sobs as she hangs her head low.

"Anne, listen to me. None of this is your fault. You were only trying to protect these girls and yourself. This has been extremely helpful, thank you, Ms. Brink." Gently you reach over and squeeze her hand, sliding a box of tissues towards her before quickly slipping out of the office.

Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you call Garcia.

"BAU Sperm Donation: You jack 'em, we pack 'em. How can I help you my pretty?"

You don't have time to laugh, though you so badly wanted to. "Pen, I need to to pull everything you can find about James O'Malley. He's the-"

"School principle of Opportunity Elementary. He's 37 years old, comes from a highly religious background- Papa Bear was a Priest. He- oh boy. Oh no. This is not good." You hear computer keys clacking on the other end before you prompt her to keep speaking.

"Yeah, Pen? What's not good?"

"This guy," she clicks her tongue, "And his entire recent history when you deep-dive in my Fancy Google. This guy is on review for child molestation and rape charges."

You slam your fist against the nearby wall and curse lowly, "Do you have any large property in his name? Anything big enough to have some sort of shrine, or altar? Also, with enough room to... oh God... cleanly chop off a-"

"Ah! AH! Stop! I get it. I'm looking."

After a moment she sighs, "Bingo! 142 Walnut St. right outside of the town that the school is in. Twelve minutes and forty-three seconds from your current location. I'll ping the directions to you and notify the rest of the team. They are slightly further away, so you and your partner should get there first. Hurry, Y/N, he might have another kid there."

"Bye, Pen." You hang up and start running to the SUV, surprised to see Hotch there, already waiting in the passenger seat. You wonder why he hadn't sat on the other side and remember about the key in your pocket.

Getting in, you slam the door, not bothering to buckle and say, "Take my phone and pull up the directions from Pen. That's where our guy is going, she think he has another child based on video footage from this morning's video feed of the back entrance of his office."

Hotch surprisingly doesn't argue, instead doing exactly as he was told while you sped in the direction you had come from before.

Withing ten minutes you had made it to the house, not saying a word to Hotch as your mind ran through all of the possibilities of what you'd find. This was your first child case since you moved to the BAU and honestly you weren't handling it very well.

When you made it to the barn, you snatched your gun from your holster and kept it aimed towards the ground. Motioning to Hotch you signal that he should go left and you will go right.

Clearly, he didn't like you making all the calls, but he was so upset about losing the guy the first time around that he didn't have it in him to command you down.

Beginning your move-in, you start to circle the barn just how you had told Hotch and kept your gun up as you crept towards the final turn to the back of the barn. Out of the corner of your eye you see the rest of the team start to jog over to the barn from the forest behind the bar, they must have decided to use a different entrance as hopes to catch O'Malley off guard.

Taking a moment to steel yourself you keep your back against the side of the barn before spinning in a quick step to raise your gun again and aim at the final possibility of where he could be-

But it was just Hotchner.

"L/N, he must be inside, turn back the way you came and we'll go in together." His voice is stern as you nod in compliance and turn around, raising your gun as you see a little boy. With a gun trained on him...

It's Joey. Joey is there dead in front of the church, a big cross burned into his chest... his five year old body.

That's all you see, just like that day so many years ago. That's all you see, so you jump forward in front of him and you-

Fall. You fall. And you can't tell why.

Blood, there's blood under you. Who's hurt?

"Y/N! Oh my God, Y/N!" Anything between your name being said the first and second time is lost in your fuzzy ears.

You don't realize why the voice is yelling at you until you feel the burning, fire-like pain, radiating up your left side.

After a moment, you feel hands on your shoulders, one of them moving to slap you in the face a few times to get your eyes to open, which they did.

"Hey, you need to stay awake. Okay? Y/N! Open your eyes. Look at me." Emily transfers her hands to your hip, pressing down on the wound there roughly. Your body instinctively crunches up to get away from the new, uncomfortable pain, but Emily presses down on your chest, keeping you to the floor.

You try to mumble something, but the second your mouth opens, it's as if you completely lost your voice.

"Shh, Y/N, you're going to be okay, you just need to keep your eyes open okay?

"What the hell, Aaron?! You were standing right there, man, why didn't you go to her?! She was fucking shot and you just stood there! You're our leader, start fucking acting like one!" You can't pick out all the words, but you can tell that it's Derek's voice and you smirk to yourself.

The last thing you heard before passing out was Derek ripping into Hotchner like you'd been waiting to for months.

[eminems-skittles]

wedding bells [spencer reid x reader]

spencer reid x fem!reader part three of family game night and lazy days warnings: none word count: 3.5k

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"Oh, Y/N! You look absolutely stunning!" Emily cooed when she saw Y/N in the white dress she was trying on. It was a slim dress with lace details on the ends of the sleeves. It didn't have a puffy skirt and it fit Y/N perfectly.

"Like a goddess sent to Earth," Penelope said in awe when Y/N did a small spin. Y/N walked in front of the mirror, her eyes scanning the dress. She let out a sigh of disappointment, Penelope's smiling face faltered. "What's wrong, sweet cheeks?"

"I really wanted this dress to be the one," Y/N sighed. She smoothed the dress down with her hands. She loved the dress but something in her told her it wasn't the one for her. Y/N bit her lip in an attempt to stop the tears from falling. She didn't even know why she was so upset about this. It was just a dumb dress. "I don't know if it is."

"Well, that's okay, Y/N/N," JJ said, coming over to stand next to Y/N. She rested a hand on her back, rubbing it gently. "There's so many dresses you still can try on. It's alright if this isn't the one."

"You're right. You're right," Y/N said as she leaned against her best friend. "I'm just so stressed about this whole thing. The wedding is only two months away and I'm just now getting a dress."

"I know, sweetie," JJ cooed. "But luckily you have most of the planning done and can just relax after this. And you have a kick-ass bridal party who will do anything and everything to make sure the day goes smoothly."

Emily and Penelope walked over to Y/N and JJ, joining them in front of the mirror. Emily gently grabbed Y/N's hand, squeezing it. "Y/N/N, it's all going to be okay."

Suddenly, Penelope gasped before running over to a dress that was hanging on a rack next to the mirror. She grabbed the dress, which Y/N had still not seen clearly, before thrusting it into Y/N's arms. "Oh! You have to try this one on! Look how gorgeous it is."

Y/N peered down at the dress and felt a tingle in her heart. She quickly excused herself from her bridesmaids before hurrying into her reserved dressing room. As quickly as she could, with the help of one of the saleswomen, she changed out of the first dress and into the one Penelope had handed her.

"Wow, sweetie, you look absolutely stunning," The saleswoman said when she finished helping Y/N.

"Thank you," Y/N said, taking a deep breath. She turned around and looked in the mirror for the first time. Tears sprung to her eyes as she looked at herself in the gorgeous dress. It was a long dress with a skirt that had small lace flowers on it. The sleeves were made of sheer tulle and stopped just above her elbows.The wait line had a white ribbon as a belt and the chest was decorated the same way the skirt was.

She stepped out of the dressing room and walked into the small sitting room where Penelope, JJ, and Emily were chatting. They were silenced by the subtle click-clack of the shoes Y/N was wearing. When their eyes fell upon the soon-to-be bride, gasps left each of their mouths.

"You're stunning!"

"This is the one!"

"You look amazing!" They all complimented at once.

"Do you like it?" JJ questioned.

"I love it," Y/N said through a watery smile. "This is it. This is the one."

T W O W E E K S B E F O R E T H E W E D D I N G

"Okay so if we put him here and my mom over here, then we should be okay," Y/N mumbled, moving around a small paper with her mom's name on it. The wedding was in two weeks and she was just now getting to the seating chart. It wasn't like she was putting off finishing the planning, but when a serial killer is on the loose, a seating chart is the least of her worries. "Ugh but wait, he can't sit next to him otherwise there will be fighting."

"How's it going darling?" Spencer asked, setting down a cup of coffee and pressing a kiss to Y/N's cheek. She hummed when he rested his chin on her shoulder.

"I don't know. There's too many people who have tension. And a few people are bringing dates but I don't think we'll have enough seats unless we want to extend the seating area. But then some people will be outside and there's always the possibility of rain since it's Oregon in October," Y/N said without taking a breath. "I don't know what to do."

"Hey, hey, take a deep breath," Spencer said, as he moved to stand in front of her. "We will figure it out, my love. There's no need to stress."

Spencer helped Y/N stand up before taking a seat in the chair she was previously occupying. He pulled her into his lap and held her tight. Y/N sighed, leaning against his chest. "There's just no way it will all work. Ew, what's that smell?"

"The coffee?" Spencer asked, confused. Y/N nodded, before pushing the coffee as far from her as she could. Spencer grabbed it, sniffing the coffee before setting it back down on the table. "What's wrong with the coffee?"

"I don't know the smell is just bothering me," the same tone of confusion in her voice.

"Hm, okay," Spencer said, brushing off her strange behavior. He readjusted the two of them so he could look at the seating chart. "Let's see... What if instead of the two of us sitting at the front by ourselves, we have the whole bridal party sit in the front with us? The venue said that that was an option and it wouldn't cost more to add it."

"I forgot about that option," Y/N said, mumbling.

"See, it's not hopeless," Spencer said, hugging her closer to him. "So if we just move these guys up here, that opens up a whole table. Now we don't have to worry about anyone getting rained on. I'll call the planner first thing tomorrow to let her know we want it changed."

"What would I do without you?" Y/N said, leaning up to kiss Spencer's cheek. She looked back down at her left hand, her shiny ruby engagement ring catching her eye. "Two more weeks, and I'll be Mrs. Spencer Reid."

"I can't wait," Spencer said, interlocking his hand with hers. "How busy are we going to be in the next couple weeks?"

"Well," Y/N pulled out her phone to check her calendar. Luckily, Hotch gave the two of them the two weeks before the wedding off so they didn't have to worry about being on the other side of the country when they had to finalize details for the biggest day of their lives. "Tomorrow I have the final fitting for my dress and then we leave for Oregon the day after and meet with the DJ the day after. Explore Oregon Monday and Tuesday. Then the team and our families should all be flying in that night. JJ is picking my dress up before they go to the airport. Rehearsal dinner and final preparations on Friday, so that gives us a few days with everyone before the chaos begins. Saturday is the wedding and then Sunday, we have brunch with everyone. And on Monday we leave for the honeymoon."

"Wow...I don't think I've ever been busier," Spencer laughed. He pressed a kiss to the top of Y/N's head as she snuggled closer to him.

T H E N E X T D A Y

"Alright, Miss Y/L/N, we're going to have you try the dress on one last time to make sure it fits." The saleswoman, Allison, from the fitting said. "So when's the big day?"

"Next Saturday," Y/N said smiling, as she put the dress on.

"Aww how sweet," Allison replied. "How does the dress fit?"

"It fits really well, except for like right here," Y/N said, motioning across her stomach. "It's just a little bit tight."

"Oh, well that's an easy fix! I probably just wrote down the wrong number when I measured with you. Let me just get the correct measurements," Allison said, pulling out a pink measuring tape. She pulled the measuring tape around Y/N's midsection. "Oh that's the issue. I wrote down a four where a nine should be. Sorry about that, sweetie!"

"Oh, it's no problem!" Y/N said, flashing a small smile at Allison. "So will the dress be ready by next Tuesday?"

"Yep! Like I said, it's an easy fix," Allison beamed.

F O U R D A Y S B E F O R E T H E W E D D I N G

"Y/N!" JJ said, engulfing her in a hug. Everyone had just arrived at the small inn where the wedding is going to take place. "How are you doing?"

"A little nervous, but excited," Y/N said. She looked around the room to see where Spencer was. He was animatedly talking to Rossi about some unknown subject. If she had to guess, they were probably talking about the architecture of the cute inn, since Spencer kept gesturing to the ceiling and stairs in the small sitting room. She lowered her voice and leaned closer. "Hey, Jayje. I need your help with something."

"What is it? Everything okay?" JJ asked, concerned.

"Yeah, everything is great. I was just wondering if you could run to the store with me to grab something. I realized I left some stuff at home that I need for this weekend." Y/N explained.

"Oh, yeah of course! We can go right now if you want?"

"The sooner the better," Y/N laughed. "Oh, one more thing. Throughout the day, can you secretly switch out the champagne for sparkling cider?"

"Uh, sure," JJ said, confused. "Why?"

"Just want to make sure I remember the whole day, you know?"

T H E D A Y O F T H E W E D D I N G

JJ, Emily, Penelope and Y/N were currently gathered in the bridal suite of the inn. Like Y/N predicted two weeks prior, it was raining. Not that she minded, the orange leaves on the trees stood out against the dark gloomy sky. She'd be lying if she said this wasn't how she pictured her wedding day. The rain was softly tapping against the glass as the four of them got ready for the big day ahead of them.

Like they had discussed, JJ had managed to sneakily switch out Y/N's champagne for a glass of sparkling apple cider and no one had noticed.

"So, Y/N, are you and Spencer gonna," Emily paused, wiggling her eyebrows, "seal the deal."

"Oh come one, Em! Grow up," JJ giggled from across the room where she was getting her makeup done.

"We all know that they have hot and steamy-" Penelope was cut off by a sock being thrown at her.

"Hey! That's enough," Y/N all but shouted as a blush settled across her face.

"What? It's just a fact," Penelope giggled.

"Whatever, let's just continue getting ready, shall we?" Y/N said, taking a big sip of her apple cider.

After a few hours of getting ready and taking pictures it was finally time for the ceremony to begin. The ballroom where the ceremony was being held was decorated perfectly. Warm lights lined the walls and small details of orange lined the seats and the altar. White and orange pumpkins lined the aisle, along with small candles in glass lanterns. The room had a wall entirely made of glass and the orange of the trees brightened the orange details in the ballroom. Rain still tapped lightly on the glass and on the ceiling, but it the most serene way.

"Oh wow, this is something straight out of a fairytale," Derek muttered when he and Spencer walked inside.

"I know," Spencer breathed out, a large smile on his face. "I can't wait to see her."

"I know, pretty boy," Morgan said, laughing. That was easily the millionth time since the night before that Spencer had told him. "I have super secret intel from a certain tech analyst that says your soon to be wife looks breathtaking."

"She always looks breathtaking, Derek," Spencer said. "Have you, uh, have you noticed her acting weird?"

"What do you mean?" Derek asked, raising an eyebrow at Spencer.

"I don't know, never mind," Spencer stammered.

"Mr. Reid, we're starting now," One of the ushers told him.

In a whirlwind of flowers, fabric, and faces, everyone hurried to their places as they awaited the beginning of the ceremony. Y/N's little cousins led the way down the aisle, tossing dried white rose petals at peoples feet. Spencer went out next, taking his spot at the altar. Next down the aisle were Emily and Penelope, who waved enthusiastically at Rossi and Hotch. Their orange and red dresses flowed elegantly behind them as they marched to their place. Following the two, Derek, Spencer's best man, and JJ, Y/N's maid of honor, walked down the aisle their arms linked together. JJ's soft orange jumpsuit fit her perfectly and matched the orange tie that Derek was wearing. Everyone held their breath as they anticipated Y/N's arrival.

Music swelled as the doors opened, revealing Y/N in her gorgeous dress. Her hair was pulled into a half up half down bun that was adorned with small gold butterfly clips. She wore a gold necklace that Spencer had given her for an anniversary and several gold bangle bracelets.

As soon as Spencer saw her, his eyes filled with tears that threatened to spill over. His heart burst at the sight and for a second he forgot that she was human. He always believed she was a goddess from the heavens above but now he was sure of it. There was no way any other human being could ever rival her beauty. As soon as she got to the altar (Spencer could have swore she floated down the aisle), Spencer pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek and took her hands. "You look so very beautiful, angel."

"You look very handsome, as well, my love," Y/N beamed. And he did. He was wearing a simple black suit with a flower on his lapel that matched the dark red roses Y/N had handed off to JJ. His hair was short yet still held the same fluffiness that it always had. When she looked in his eyes, he was the only person in the room, in the world, who mattered.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the union of these two beautiful souls," The officiant began. Y/N barely paid attention as her attention was on the groom in front of her. "Y/N, did you prepare your vows?"

"I did," Y/N replied. She kept her gaze on Spencer as her grip on his hands tightened. "Spencer, you have been my rock, my love, and my best friend for more years than I can count on one hand. I knew from our first date that you would be the person I spent the rest of my life with. I think we both knew then that we would end up here. On our fourth date, I mentioned you proposing and you weren't scared off or upset. You wanted to talk about it as much as I did. I knew then that you were in this relationship for the long haul. I promise to love you like you have loved me for the rest of my life. I promise to care for you on your good days and your bad days. Spencer Reid, I love you with my whole being, forever and always."

Spencer removed his hand from Y/N's grasp to wipe away fallen tears. The officiant turned to Spencer, "Have you prepared your vows?"

"I have," Spencer said nodding, before turning his attention back to the beautiful bride in front of him. "Y/F/N, you are the light of my day, of my life, if I'm being honest. You're the only person who can manage to turn a terrible day into an exceedingly amazing day. You are my one true love and I have never doubted for a second that you wouldn't be. I want to spend every second of my day with you for the rest of my life. I want to take care of you on your good days, and especially your bad days. I want to raise a family and grow old with you. I want to love you for the rest of my life. I love you forever and always, Y/F/N."

"That was very beautiful," The officiant remarked. "Do you, Y/F/N, take Spencer Reid as your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

"Hell yeah, I do," Y/N said, earning a few laughs from the bridal party. Spencer beamed at her, tears sliding down his cheeks.

"Do you, Spencer Reid, take Y/F/N as your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

"I do," Spencer said, squeezing Y/N's hands in his.

"By the power vested in me by the state of Oregon, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride," The officiant said. As if his life depended on it, Spencer cupped Y/N's face with his hand and smashed his lips onto hers. Their tears mixed together as they kissed for what felt like an eternity. When they broke apart, their foreheads resting on each other, they were greeted with applause and cheers from their family and friends. "Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, Doctor and Mrs. Spencer Reid!"

"We're married," Y/N whispered against Spencer's lips before he kissed her again.

"That we are, Mrs. Reid," He said after breaking away from the kiss.

T H E R E C E P T I O N

Everyone stared in awe at the gorgeous decorations in the ballroom. After the ceremony ended, the ballroom was quickly converted to have a dance floor surrounded by several round tables. Warm yellow string lights hung from various spots on the ceiling. The tables were decorated with small pumpkins and white candles. Spencer and Y/N were currently talking to their teammates as people were slowly filing into the reception.

"Y/N, you look amazing, caro," Rossi said, hugging Y/N. "Congratulations, you two. The ceremony was so beautiful."

"He cried," JJ said as she was walking by with Will.

"I did not," Rossi said, earning a playful glare from Y/N. "Okay, fine, maybe I did."

"I cried too," Penelope said, wiping her nose. She was, in fact, still crying.

"We know, babygirl, we know," Derek said laughing.

"I'd like to propose a toast," Rossi said, raising his glass. He turned to where Y/N and Spencer were standing. Y/N had her back against Spencer's chest and Spencer had wrapped his arms around Y/N's midsection. They were both holding glasses filled with champagne, or so Spencer thought. "To the newly weds. May life bring you happiness and fortune."

"And to becoming a badass married couple who takes down serial killers," Emily said, laughing loudly.

"Cheers!" All of them said at once.

After everyone had begun eating, it was time for Spencer and Y/N's first dance.

"Everyone may I have you attention," the DJ's voice filled the room. "I'd like you all to help me welcome the couple of the evening, Spencer and Y/N, onto the dance floor for their first dance."

Their friends and family started clapping and cheering as Spencer and Y/N walked to the center of the floor. 'The Way You Look Tonight' by Frank Sinatra played through the speakers. Spencer placed a hand on Y/N's waist and took her hand in his other hand and Y/N looped her free arm around his neck.

"I can't believe we're married," Spencer said, looking in her eyes as he twirled them across the dance floor.

"Me neither," Y/N said, smiling back at him. "I can't wait to spend the rest of our lives together."

"Me too, my love," Spencer laughed softly before kissing her cheek.

Y/N pecked his lips before laying her head on his shoulder, letting him know she just wanted to stay in one spot. They swayed to the song, quietly conversing.

"Spence?" Y/N questioned, her breath tickling his neck.

"Yes, my love?" Spencer replied.

"I'm pregnant."

[levinneheart]

We're all golden

➳ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ(s): Miya Atsumu x F!Reader

➳ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ(s): slight angst, fluffy fluff, reassurance, comfort, 2nd person, 3rd year Miya Atsumu who is the vice captain of Inarizaki, writer!reader ┊ scenario

➳ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ(s): 20 ‘It’s because I love you’ from prompt 1

➳ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1,060

➳ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(s): cursing ┊ unedited & not proofread

a/n: a piece dedicated to a very talented and passionate person whose love and kindness shines through all @goldentsum i hope you like it!~~ <3 <3

He came home into their shared apartment, tired and fatigued after his intense volleyball practice at Inarizaki. He knocks before unlocking the door and immediately relaxes at the familiar scent of their home as he opens the entrance to their house.

Only to be greeted by a dark and quiet living room, he blinks in confusion. The place was usually lively and a silhouette of your body wrapped in a warm comforter like a burrito would be sitting snugly on the couch, waiting for him to come home.

Your anticipating face would perked up at the sight of him and you’d greet him with that refreshing smile of yours. The show you were currently watching on tv would already be paused when you heard the doorknob turning. “Welcome home, hun~.” You’d say while offering him a cup of coffee and a kiss.

Atsumu flicks the lights on and observed the area, he noted that nothing had changed since he left for practice. It was as if you didn’t came downstairs... He thought, sighing in displeasure as he recalled that you had a bit of habit of not taking care of yourself when you’re loaded with work and/or stressed about it.

He dropped his belongings near the door and run a hand up through his hair before climbing up the stairs as silently as he could. Atsumu creeped to the hallway, heading towards your office. He slowly opened the door and leaned on the doorframe while crossing his arms over his chest.

Atsumu watched as you literally overworked yourself on your home office while stressing about something, although he can only assume that this was cause by your worst enemies: silent readers and like spammers. He cleared his throat loudly, getting your attention and said, “You always do this.”

He emphasized as he gestured at your surroundings. Everything was off except for the air conditioner and your computer, litters of wrappers were on one side of your desk and your shattered notes were over the other. You smiled sheepishly at him with a guilty look taking over your features.

“I can’t help it.” You started, “I feel like crap. But like I love my readers for reading my shit but goddamn. What’s your thoughts? Do you like it? Is there something in the story you hated?” You sighed. “You know what? Never mind—”

“No. Go on.” Atsumu interrupted, walking towards you and turning your chair so you’d face him and held your hand. “Rant all you like. Complain even, if needed.” He says while smiling softly, urging you to continue.

You nodded. “I’m not asking much. A keyspam would do or something ‘cause I’d rather have writer's block and lose my motivation than not get any feedback at all from them. It’s so sad, babe. I wanna write but I’m on my wits end.”

“Okay, here’s what you’re gonna do. Now, get the fuck off the desk or—”

“No. I have numerous undone work and assignments— ATSUMU!”

He stood up and picked you up over his shoulder. “What?” He chuckled in amusement. “You didn’t let me finish and I knew you were gonna say no.” You struggled, kicking and hitting on his back as he carried you to your shared bedroom.

In the end, you gave up as he settled you down on the bed. You look up at him in anticipation before wrapping your arms around his neck, he smirks before kissing your face gingerly before backing away from you. “Sorry. Not today, babydoll. You need to eat, first.”

You pout, giving him your best puppy-dog eyes but in response he just raised his brow at you, looking at you challengingly with that stupid smirk of his. “Not fair.” You groaned, “If I agree, can I at least have cuddles?”

“Of course, you can. I’ve already planned to give you that.” He chuckled. “But lemme order our takeouts and take a shower then I’ll cuddle you as we eat and maybe pick a movie to watch. How’s that sound, huh?”

You beamed at him, your sour mood from earlier is now forgotten as Atsumu phoned a fast food and gave his order and yours before going inside the bathroom to take a quick shower.

            ⋘ ──── ∗ ⋅⊱◈⊰⋅ ∗ ──── ⋙

When he came out, he was already dressed and the food was already set on the bed. As promised, you guys cuddled while eating and watching a movie of your choice. Just chilling like always.

Atsumu turned to you when the movie rolled its credits. “I know you think I might not understand the bullshit you’re experiencing right now because I have screaming fans that stalk every media I have. But I do, I do get it.” He looks at you in the eyes, making sure your paying attention since you get distracted sometimes.

“Sure, they compliment me on my looks and on what I do best. But can they tell me why we lose to Karasuno last year? Fucking no. Can they offer advice on what skills I should improve on? No. Do you get what I’m saying, love?” You nodded in response, afraid you might burst into tears if you spoke.

“I know I can be—” He trails off. “— I know I’m a jerk and an asshole to deal with a lot of times. But I couldn’t be mean to you even if I wanted to–you’re like, the best thing I could ask for in someone–but even better. It just fucking breaks my heart that you don’t get any appreciation.”

You’re so overwhelmed that you couldn’t stop the tears from falling. “Fuck, shut up!!! You’re making me SOFT. Stop being so sweet. I’m fucking love you so much, Atsumu!” You face him and gave him a tight hugged. “Why are you suddenly telling me this?”

“It’s because I love you. I love you with all of my heart. It literally beats for you and only you. God damnit, I have so much fucking love for you. I actually never thought i could feel like this, but you’ve proved me wrong.” He paused. “I know I don’t say this to you often but I’m grateful for everything you do, and i love everything about you.”

“I know for a fact that I’m a star but we’re all golden in our own ways.”

[simpingforsoftboys]

Y/N and the Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day

ft. OikAka (Oikawa x Akaashi)

!GN Reader!

Thanks so much for the request anon! Ngl I've never considered this ship but it kinda makes a lot of sense? Like damn they'd be so cute together- and with the reader? Woo! Love it! Going to go for hurt/comfort in this one!

Also yes, the title is based on that one kids book.

Today had been a pretty terrible day for you. Your boss was in a bad mood- meaning she had been increasingly rude to you throughout the day, the office's wifi cut out while you were finishing up the report you had worked tirelessly on for the past week, and you had accidentally dropped your phone in a puddle- screen down- effectively cracking the screen and rendering it unusable (since the insides got wet too). Needless to say, it was quite possibly the worst day you've ever experienced. It took absolutely every ounce of strength to prevent yourself from bursting into tears in the street. There was nothing you wanted to do besides break down and eat a tub of ice cream- actually, being comforted by your lovers would be a good alternative. The only good thing that had happened so far was getting to go home early- since your boss was not in a working mindset and instead decided to go get drunk, a little after noon. It's not really a good thing actually, just means you'll have more work to do the day after tomorrow.

Crying sounded really good right now.

Fifteen minutes later you got off the bus and walked into your apartment complex. The elevator ride to the fifteenth floor was devoid of any other residents. Alone in your misery, you allowed your bottom lip to wobble.

The elevator dings- signaling that you've arrived on your floor.

You step out of the lift and into the hall. The walk to your front door is just as long as usual but somehow feels as though it took an eternity. Seems like your bad fortune followed you home- since the house key breaks, leaving the bottom half in the lock itself.

You're locked outside.

Again, it's a struggle to hold back the tears.

Keiji and Toru wouldn't be home at the moment, since the both of them were out on a date. (There's nothing wrong with that- it's just as important to have one on one dates as it is to have dates with the three of you. You also have plenty of dates with just Toru or Keiji by themselves.) Looks like you'll have to call your landlord... oh wait your phone is broken... and you forgot that he's on his yearly vacation in Seoul at the moment.

Maybe one of your neighbors will let you use their phone to call one of your partners! Nodding to yourself, you get up and knock on Rina-san's door. She's not home. Swallowing your mild frustration, you move along the hall to the next door. Kento-san's not home either. This pattern continues for the next few doors- eventually you just give up. The other apartments are vacant after all, still under renovation.

You return back to your apartment's door and slide down to the ground- back to the wood. Lips quivering, frustration evident, you bow your head and let the tears fall. There's no other noise in the hallway aside from your quiet sobs.

Today was just the worst.

Did you accidentally upset the universe somehow? Or maybe you said something disrespectful and some culture's god was angry at you.

Tears still streaming from your tear ducts, you let your head softly slam back against the door. There's so many things you're feeling right now. Sadness- because you really wanted to have a good day and now that you can't have that you want to be comforted, resentment- at the world, at yourself, at everyone. It wasn't fair- and by that you mean everything- every single, little thing was unfair. Anger- because damnit what else could you be feeling right now? The situation was beyond your control- anyone would feel angry in your shoes. It's hard to fathom that somewhere in the world, someone was suffering worse than you were at the moment.

You didn't care about them.

All you were focused on was how you were feeling.

Thinking that way suddenly made you feel very self conscious.

Maybe there was a reason for the day going like this.

A humbling experience perhaps?

That thought had you seriously wondering if you had actually done something unfathomably terrible... but your memory came up blank. 

The lift dinged.

You had to force yourself to look in the direction of the noise.

The overhead lighting seemed almost heavenly- surrounding your saviors in an unearthly way and appearing to give them halos. 

Why did they look so shocked to see you?

Isn’t that what they’re here to do?

Save you from your plight?

“Y/n darling, what are you doing here on the ground?” Keiji asks, beating Toru by a millisecond and running over to your side- pulling you into his comforting embrace. His hold makes you feel safe, likening him to the firm, concrete walls of strongholds. Yes, Keiji feels secure, strong, and upright. You just know that you can collapse against him and he won’t waver.

Looks like your tears aren’t dried out yet, because you let out a choked sob, dripping snot and all- burying your face into his neck. 

“Shh, it’s alright baby- me and Keiji have you.” Toru says softly, finally coming to your side and wrapping his long arms around the two of you. His hug feels different. It’s like lava- but not quite so. He could burn you- but he chooses to use his heat to bring you comfort instead- only burning those he deems a threat to what he calls his. He’s flexible but will give it all up at a moments notice- trading that mobility for statuesque stillness- letting himself cool, despite his better judgement, in order to become a tall, rock wall capable of protecting you and Keiji. 

You’re warm and you’re safe.

They construct walls around you.

So you let your own walls fall, trusting them to protect you when you’re at your most vulnerable.

“I-I had a really bad d-day.” You whimper into the ravenette’s milky skin. He can feel the hot tears against the column of his neck but chooses not to say anything- instead he holds you tighter. “My boss w-was in a s-shitty mood, I couldn’t f-finish my report in time c-cause the wifi cut out. My p-phone broke- and my k-key did too-” Overwhelmed once again, you cut yourself off and fall back into silence, sniffling quietly. 

“I’m sorry Y/n, you shouldn’t have had to go through all of that.” Keiji says- and you can hear the sincerity in his tone. You bask in his company for a long while, trying to pretend that time stopped- just for the three of you. 

“I need to get the key out okay? Then we can go take a nice bath inside, how’s that sound?” Keiji whispers softly, not wanting to upset you but also wanting you to understand the benefit of letting him go. You’re tempted to say no- wanting to just enjoy his touch, but your rational side tells you that you’ll get all the cuddles you want once you’re in the apartment. 

“O-okay... sounds good.” You move to cling to Toru, while Akaashi begins removing some bobby pins he has hidden in his hair and gets to work. 

“Hey babe.” Your brunette lover murmurs, turning your chin up to gaze into his eyes. “You’re wheezing so much, am I really that breathtaking?” The two of you stare at each other- personally you don’t know if you want to laugh at his horrible attempt at humor or if you want to cry. So you settle on slapping the back of his head. 

“Not the time ‘ru.” You scold, but there’s an undeniable smile on your face.

“Ouch... okay okay I’m sorry!” He apologizes, rubbing the back of his head. “I just hate seeing you so sad.”

“I know ‘ru... thank you.” Toru lets out an acknowledging hum and you can feel the way his heart beat increases ever so slightly. He’s so warm- his fiery love practically oozing out of his being. You love him so much.

A few minutes later, Keiji manages to get the broken part of the key out of the lock and the three of you can finally go home. He’s always been so clever- and you’re reminded again, why you love him.

The three of you head inside...

You take a relaxing shower (since all three of you can’t fit in the small bathtub), then cuddle up together on your king sized bed, tubs of ice cream in hand and candles lit to set the mood. Your favorite comfort show is streaming from the television, both the loves of your life sandwiching you between them, and you realize just how fortunate you are. 

You’ll take as many bad days as necessary- so long as you get to come home to this. 

Maybe, the universe was fair to some after all.

Just maybe- you could consider yourself one of the lucky ones.

I hope this was what you were looking for and more! It’s a little on the shorter side but I’m pretty proud of how it turned out!

[ask-voreganronpa-boys]

"Ryota…cmon it's 4am…you need to sleep already…" you groan tiredly as you wipe your eyes. You had been up with your partner since yesterday and he hadn't taken a break yet. And without help from the imposter to lay him down, you were left alone to try and coax him to sleep, though haven't been successful in the slightest. He was just too focused on his work. You understood that he was determined to finish and strongly connected to his ongoing project, but staying up multiple nights in a row was just…insane. Especially since he hadn't eaten anything in a while either. Needless to say, you were worried

"B-but I have to get this done, Y/N…I can't just stop now! N-not when I'm this close!" The brunette retorts quickly, eyes still steadily focused on the screen in front of him, hand still quickly moving like the wind. It seemed nothing was going to distract him…

You sigh and look at the phone on the far side of the desk. The imposter had given you two their number before they left for a few days. They said to text them if Ryota or you were in trouble. You figured tonight would be one of those nights. You grunt and get up, ducking under Ryota's arm, and got to the other side of the desk. You unlock the phone with ease and clicked over to the messages. It didn't take you long to send a text to the imposter and didn't take much longer for a text back saying they were on the way. You sigh and look back at your partner. You crawl back over, maybe you could get his attention this way? You crawl onto his tablet and grab his wrist, "Ryota please go lay down!" You plead to him

"Wh-wha!? Y/N get off my tablet!!" He squeaks out in surprise, grabbing you from the back of your shirt and lifted you off his tablet, and set you down on the table, "I-I told you I can't sleep! I'm sorry Y/N but I can't take a break—" his worried rant was cut short by a soft groan coming from the boys' skinny abdomen, causing him to hug his gut in pain

"Mitarai!" You call to him in fear. You grit your teeth, "You have to eat something! Please! You haven't eaten in days!" You plead and run back over to him, "I'm worried about you!!" You frown, "e-eat…eat me if you have to…" you look down. You were willing to do anything for him…even if it meant something like this…

"Mmn…wh-WHAT!? WHY WOULD YOU—" he was cut off by another sharp pain in his gut. He would whimper sadly. He lays his head on the desk and turned his head to look at you, "mmn…I…I can't d-do that…you'll get h-hurt…" he was almost close to tears. Everything was now building up and now that you asked him of such a thing…

"Dear…you're not going to hurt me…I trust you…I just want to help you…" you frown and lay your hands on his nose, "my darling, just trust me…please…" you plead to him and kiss his nose. You reach up to wipe his tears away, "I'll be fine…you need to eat…" you sigh shakily

He sniffs sadly but takes your words into consideration. After a while, he nods. "O-o-okay…I-I trust you…" he sniffs and sits up. He shakily reached down to pick you up, holding you in shakey, cupped hands. "P-please…please be safe…" he frowns and nuzzled your belly with his nose, causing you to softly giggle in return. He sighs nervously and sits completely up, "s-so…do I just…put you in my mouth?" He asks with a soft gulp

You take a deep breath and nod, holding your hands in your lap. You had to admit, you were nervous. Even though you were the one to suggest this, you were nervous. You gulp and look up into his pale gold eyes, "y-yeah…just like i-if you were eating something just…minus the chewing part!" You laugh nervously.

"A-as long as you're sure…" he'd take a deep breath, the warm air washing over you, soon you would be enveloped by it. He gulps and sticks his tongue out, deciding to taste test you first. He honestly had no clue of what to do. His tongue slipped out of his lips and slowly slid across your form. A chill went down his spine at the taste. "w-woah! y-you...you taste so sweet!" he was shocked honestly.

You couldn't help but squeak and shutter at the deep lick. It was…just a strange feeling…the feeling of being treated as a mere piece of food…you had to admit…it felt wonderful. "D-did I really?" You ask slowly, wiping the spit away from your eyes. You could feel your cheeks flush as you looked up at him, he sharing the same complexion. "I-I uh…I guess i-it's time h-huh?" You nervously smile up at him

"Y-yeah! I-I guess! I just hope you'll be okay with this…" he sighs shakily. "Well, alright then…bottoms up?" He laughs nervously before bringing you above his head and allowed you to slide carefully into his awaiting maw. His mouth already salivated just by the mere taste of you. His mouth shut behind you once you slid in entirely. "Mmmn!!" He let's out a shocked noise of delight. "Mmf! Oh man! So s-sweet!" He said around you, though quite muffled.

"W-woah!" You squeak as you slide into the artists mouth. It was unusually comforting in there. The tongue below you was nice and soft, and it was like a hug from all angles. You giggle at his little awes, but as much as yoh would like to take time to register this moment, the world around you shifted backwards. You slid to the back of his throat and was gulped down like some piece of candy. It wasn't all that bad though…in fact, it was amazing! Or at least that's what you thought of it that is. Being pushed down and down, further into your lover, hearing his booming heartbeat, and slowly traversing into a pale green section…it was pure bliss! There's no way a lover could get any closer to their partner! Soon enough you fell into a small chamber. It was small but you assumed it would be bigger…seeing as it was Mitarai's stomach. But you guessed it made sense, seeing as he hadn't eaten much of anything lately.

He burps softly into his hand and released another sound of awe. You felt the walls indent around you, that being him rubbing his stomach. "A-are you okay in there?" You could hear his voice ask nervously.

"Y-yes dear I'm fine!" You kinda giggle back. Sitting up, you push back on the indents where his fingers were. This was truly fascinating. You yawn, "dear? Please…get some sleep soon, yeah? That's what I'm about to do." You say, with full certainty that the imposter would be here soon to put Mitarai to bed. You lay down. You trusted him enough to sleep in such a usually dangerous organ. Soon enough, you close your eyes and start to rest. "Mmn…goodnight my dear…I love you…" you yawn

"O-oh! I-I'll try to! Sleep well o-okay!" He quickly says before noticing your drowsiness. He was baffled at how you could possibly fall asleep in such a place. "I…I love you too…" a small smile pulled on his lips as he said this.

"Goodnight"

[fyodorsslut]

Before you go - Dabi

REQUEST : If you write for dabi, it would be highly appreciated if you could I write some angst to fluff for him and his fem s/o who starts fighting with him out of fear he’ll lose his life if he can’t stop being reckless. He starts coming home later than usual, sometimes not even at all and she feels like he’s slowly slipping away from her. She knows he’s part of the league but Dabi has made it clear he doesn’t want her getting involved out of fear she’ll become a target. I also love you so heheheh here’s my requests bc ur a real one 😎❤️

A/n :TYY!! ILY!! I hope you like it! sorry t’s late, tumblr kept on deleting it. Also they lyrics in bold are from my own song so please don’t steal them <3

Genre : Angst

Pairings : Dabi x fem!reader

Keys : y/h/c : your hair color -- y/h/l : your hair length

Play : before you go - Lewis Capaldi

word count : 1k

 A loud, desperate gasp escaped her throat, eyes gagging tears as the girl sits upright. Running hands through her y/h/c hair, she silently sobs.

 Then it hits her.

 “D-DABI?!” she turns to the side frantically, gripping the gray sheets and pulling them off the shirtless male’s body.

 “Ugh,” he groans, rolling to lay on his back.  “It’s cold~ can you please give me-” yawning, he rubs his eyelids- “back the cover?”

 Before he gets to least as grab it from her fingers, he notices the terrified look on his girlfriend’s face.

 “Babe-? Are you o-” But she cuts him off once more, wrapping two strong arms around his neck.

 Sobbing into the purple nape of his neck, y/n continuously shook her head no. Dabi was clueless of what to do to make her feel better, seeing that he was also ignorant as of what the reason she was sobbing hysterically was.

 “P-please don’t leave” she sighed, loud enough for only him to hear. Before he was able to let relief wash over him because she stopped crying, she went into another, much worse, round of sobs.

 ____________

 “Baby please don’t leave, stay by my side here”

 ___________

 “Fuck-!!” y/n threw the phone across the room harshly, the black device colliding into the white wall of the room she shares with her absent boyfriend, probably gaining a couple new cracks on its screen.  “Where is he?”

 Y/n ran her hands through her y/h/l hair once more, in desperate frustration. It’s been three days since she has last heard from her villain boyfriend, and she could only imagine all the horrible things that could have happened to him, considering the risky nature of his job.

 “I can’t live like this anymore,” she whispered to herself and to the walls if they could hear. She crawls into the bed as would a baby, remembering all the times she would crawl on top of him before he joined the league, probably ending up either sleeping on his chest or doing things Jesus wouldn’t take much pride in.

 She, scared for his life, doesn’t know if she’ll ever see him again. All she is able to do is hope so.

   __________

 “Everyday now I’ve been missing you, needing you, wanting you”

   _________

 “Where are you going?”  

 “Y-y/n,” he turns around from the open door, startled but also careful as to keep from showing how he was obviously just jump scared by his girlfriend.

 “Dabi,” She insists. “Where are you going at a time like this?”

  “I have business to attend,” He declares, clearing his throat awkwardly.

 “Business?” she echoed; voice small. She was barely in his sight range but still the pained confusion was crystal clear on whatever he could make out of her features.

 “What you heard,” Nonchalantly, he confirms.

 “Why didn’t you tell me earlier-? I could have-”

 “Because you’d make a big fuss about it,” Cutting her off, it’s his turn to take a single long stride towards her, closing the distance between them and towering above her (sorry if you’re taller than him-!) “Just like you’re doing now.”

 Y/n was much drawn aback. Make a big fuss? Since when is caring about her boyfriend considered a big fuss?

 “Dabi- let me at least come with you- please?”

 “Y/n,” He grumbles under his breath, low but the non-existing distance between them made it easy for her to hear it along with the annoyance in his voice, to see the drop in his features as he ran long fingers across a rough face of piercings and burnt skin. “We’ve been over this a long time ago-! I can’t have pu be in a place where a target is-”

  “I don’t fucking care, Dabi-! I just want to damn protect you and you know that damn well! I just want to be there for you when you need me! Because.. Because..” her voice dies down, tongue unable to form words. She was cold, not from the breeze in the air at this time of the year but from the unforgiving fear in her heart. She was sad, not because she’s once again fighting with her lover over the same topic that shouldn’t be even up for discussion, but because she knows that if this goes on, if he dies like he might do, she won’t be there for him and guilt won’t leave her until the end of her days.

 “Why?! Y/n, why do you have to be so damn stubborn! Always make it so hard on both of us?! Why do you have to insist on changing things that were set from day one?! We are fine just how we are! Why is it so fucking hard for you to understand that I can take damn well care of my-”

  “BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!” She finally admits, tears streaming down her face as all the times he died in front of her in her sleep rush across her vision. He was lying, they weren’t fine. Nothing was when his life is at risk everyday of his life. She wasn’t okay with it. He wasn’t either.

 Her sudden confession sent him aback, unable to form either words or thoughts as her shout sings in his head on loop. The only thing he was able to keep steady was the crack-ful facade he always keeps on in front of everyone but her, or so he thought. It’s only now he noticed how much he wanted to stay.

 He knows he can’t, never the less.

 “Then stop loving me,” he sighed, sounding final. He would’ve said ‘I love you’ back but he knows this isn’t the time. His feelings.. This wasn’t the place to put them out, no matter how much he wanted to.

  “W-what-?” She whimpers, shakily looking up at him; face red, a miss, sad and scared and shocked and all other feelings there is to this. Tear tracks spattered across it even though she didn’t cry for long. Eyes not only shaken but so wide in shock they could be replaced by tennis balls.

 Dabi doesn’t answer, he only closes the door on his way out.

[mugi-chan]

octa trio, jamil, and malleus with a fem s/o that often puts herself down

ლ  Content: Octa trio, Jamil, Malleus: S/o brings herself down

ლ  Warnings: Female S/o! Angst I think?

ლ Comments: I think I got so use to writing Gender neutral x reader post, that I may have forgotten how to write gender specific x reader. I also can’t write angst very well so Sorry ｡ﾟ･（>﹏<）･ﾟ｡

He would frown by hearing you say such mean words to yourself

You came to the Mostro lounge all gloomy and sad 

Jade noticed you first and went to VIP room to tell Azul you have arrived

When he walked into the room he saw you slouched over the counter looking down at your phone

Azul had a small smile plastered on his face and walked over to you

You didn’t even turn to acknowledge him 

He sat next to you quietly 

“Hello my sweet Angel Fish, how are you?” 

He hears you mumble fine

He knows that tone of voice, everything is not fine

He place his staff down and gently took your hand into his

“Why don’t we go to my room?” A soft smile to a cold face, not even looking him in the eyes

When you get there you stood in the doorway shuffling your feet

“My angelfish what’s the matter” Azul tucked a hair behind your ear. 

“I hate how I look” 

Azul just stood there

“ w-what do you mean?”  

“I hate how I look, like I look so ugly. I don’t even know why your with me, someone like you deserve someone so much better” 

You didn’t turn to face him in fear of what his face is going to say. 

Azul walked up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist f

“Oh darling, why would you ever say that. I love everything about you and I mean every single part of your body” 

You try to protest but Azul would just keep rebutting everything you say

He wouldn’t stop until you believe his words 

To end it all off, Cuddles are given

Jade noticed that you where down in dumps than usual

He brought one of your favorite drinks from the mostro lounge to you

“Cheer up my dear guppy” 

Jade notice that his lovely (y/n) was mumbling under her breath 

“Is everything okay?” 

Jade would take his scarf and put it around you surrounding you with his scent 

You didn’t look at him at all you just pulled his scarf closer to you still mumbling 

“(y/n) my dear you need to speak up” 

“I feel ugly” 

Jade loves surprise but not this, not this at all 

“What do you ever mean?” 

“I feel like a horrible girlfriend, You treat me so well even though I can’t pass a single test or quiz I get. You're so handsome you can probably find another girl more beautiful and smarter than me.” 

You were holding back tears 

Jade was still recovering from the shock he was hit with 

He would grab a handkerchief and started wipe the tears rolling down

“Is that what you’ve been saying to yourself every time you failed a test?” 

A slight nod came from you 

He would heave a sigh and push your untouched drink towards you

You would look at him and a soft smile is on his face

He would tuck a hair behind your ear and a soft kiss on your forehead

“You shouldn’t put yourself down like that, you are very beautiful and if you needed help on studying for the test then you should have just asked me or Azul” 

You would just give a slight nod and started to drink your favorite drink 

Jade just gave a smile, watching you before Floyd came out calling him as Azul needed him to do something

He saw his little (y/n) down in the dumps 

He gave you a big surprise hug, which made you jump 

“(y/n)-chan why do you have that face on?” 

You just mumbled something under your breath

“Hm? You need to speak up, it’s a little annoying” 

Whoops not the right thing to say right now 

You just got out of the hug and walked away 

Eh? Why did you leave? 

Floyd was catching up to you real quickly, this man is tall he can get to with with half less steps than you

He easily caught up to you and cornered you in a hallway 

“Why are you running away?” 

“It’s because I’m annoying and I don’t want to bother you!” 

Eh? Floyd couldn’t really comprehend what you were trying to say but seeing you side makes him uneasy. 

He would see your eyes pricked with tears ready to burst any moment 

It reminded him of Azul when they were young 

He would sit there looking at you while you were holding back tears. 

He would look around seeing if anyone is around, when he sees no one is there he would pull you into him. 

“I don’t understand, but it would be annoying to hear Jade and Azul telling me off” 

He would try to help you, telling you that your not a bad person and shouldn’t put yourself down

He and Jade have done worse things before so don’t be sad! 

He’s not good with his emotions but he’s trying

He understands, he understands why you put yourself down

He has done it himself 

But to see you say that your not deserving of him stabs him in the heart

“Why would you ever say that? In reality I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you”

Now it’s just you two trying to cheer each other up. 

Jamil would see that your more in pain and heave a sigh

Would bring you to his room and let you relax in his bed 

He would tell you to stay there for a while 

And a while you waited more negative thoughts crept into your mind 

When Jamil came back he saw you hugging his pillow with tears strolling down your face. 

He would quickly place the trey he brought in and was beside your side in seconds

He would quickly put softly brush your tears away, giving you butterfly kisses everywhere

He just kept muttering “I love you” over and over again

Once you finally stopped crying he would bring the trey over and set it on his bed handing you a cup of your favorite drink

“(y/n) my princess what happened?” 

His mind was trying to compute what you were trying to say, (y/n) thinks she’s annoying me?, She believes that she can’t do anything right, and that everything seems to be going wrong. 

He listen to your words and once you finnish, you would look up to see the soft eyes of Jamil 

A sigh leaves his mouth as he pulls you into his chest. 

He would be stroking your hair and kissing your face giving a response to everything you just told him

“(y/n) you never get on my nerves, your the only one that never gets on my nerve” 

“Your right, you can’t do some things right but there are still a lot of things you CAN do right” 

“Things may be going wrong for now but it will never last for long.” 

He tries his best to help you, but when he couldn’t even take care of his own inner demons how could he possibly help his s/o?

All he can do is try

The nightly walks were different this time

You were much quieter than you normally was 

The silent walk was new but not unfamiliar to Malleus

“My darling what is the matter?”

You didn’t say anything you just kept walking with Malleus

Malleus understand if you don’t want to talk 

The walk was still silent all the way till your house came into view

That’s when you finally spoke something

“I’m so stupid” 

Malleus stopped in his tracks looking at your still walking figure

D-did she really said that she is stupid?

“What do you ever mean?” 

You started to explain everything about how you were not smart at all. You couldn’t grasp the concept of class and was always struggling with tests and quizzes. 

You were just a stupid little human, how could the prince of vally of thorns even glance at her direction? 

Malleus was trying to comprehend everything 

All he knew was to tell you sweet nothing as he started to stroke your hair 

It felt soothing and relaxing, something about Malleus has a calming aura

He cut your walk short and teleported you both to your room. 

He would set you on your bed and cuddle with you. 

Telling you sweet nothings and pillow talks help you ease your worries

“If you ever need help in class you should come to me and I can help you. I may not understand the subject but I can help you study for it.”

Would you like to order something? Look at our Tea shop rules first!

[mega-bastard]

i was kidnapped by shiratorizawa ?!?!?!?!

this was painful to write, but like a masochist I did it anyway. this is my part of the the first Whorehouse Collab, located here. Finally getting back into writing fanfics since like 2015, this was oddly therapeutic.

I wrote this under the influence of magic grass after binging several wattpad fics, enjoy at your own risk-- by which I mean laugh alongside me LMAO

The ending is sososo rushed, in true wattpad fashion <3 this was 1.3K words of nonsense

When I woke up today, I didn’t think I’d end up in such a bind— bindings to be more specific. I’m just your average little miss no one, another everyday student easily lost in the in the crowd. Wearing glasses and being like super shy does that to u, yknow?

Now, blindfolded and tied up, I can’t help but wonder just how someone so unnoticeable had gotten snatched up so suddenly— perhaps that was had why you were taken (insert Liam neeson voice: I will find you, and I will kill you hehe >:3). Now, with the full throb in my head beginning to subside— I started to recount what had bringed me into such s predicament

~ rewind to earlier in the day ~

I’d only just waked up when I received a text from my best friend mina (bnha wink wonk) gushing about or schools volleyball match— to say she was crazy in love aoba Joshuas volleyball team would be selling it crazily underwhelmed. Especially their captain, oikawa tooru ! Most of our school did, but I was really observant of the people around me— he gives me weird vibes, like he puts on an act or something. But still, I keep that thoght to myself so no one comes for me. Seriously, he’s got fans like a Kpop star (a/n haha stan bts for clear skin uwu)

Either way, her dragging me to a volleyball game is nothing new— and as she’s blowing my messages up like the world is ending I know  what to expect this coming afternoon. What a pain, I had planned on watching naruto when I got home today :(

There was no telling Mina no, so when we enviably met to walk to school I was well aware I’d be attending the volleyball match today. Boring, but I’d manage— I don’t care much for sports but sweaty and muscley men are finer than fine, I’d at least have spank bank material hehe (a/n not to whore on main buuuuuut ;3).

The day flew by and suddenly I found my self seated on the stands, waiting for the game to begin. Mina was chatting away, so when the urge to go to the bathroom came I simply got up and left— I wouldn’t get a word in edgewise, everyone always runs at the mouth and I can never get a word in as a result.

Not paying attention on my way to the bathroom, I suddenly shivered— feeling watched. I looked up from staring at the floor and was brought face to face with...the Shiratorizawa Volleyball Team ?!?! At the head was the tank of a captain, japans number one ace Ushijima Wakayoshi (a/n a whole snack yumyum) was indomitable and a scary man to be faced with. Ushijima was still as fierce as ever; I say that because we’d gone to middle school together— we never spoke or anything like that but we’d been in the same classes. He scrutinized my small form with impassive olive eyes, I felt rooted in place at such a state.

I shook myself from my little reverie and quickly scurried off, heart beating a mile a minute. “ just find the bathroom and head back to Mina “ I murmured to myself, finally finding the bathroom after rounding a corner. The feeling of being watched finally lifting.

After using the bathroom and began to head back, I could hear someone...singing something? I began to head towards it out of curiosity, peeking around a corner to see a tall red haired guy and a grey haired guy— they were wearing the same uniform so they must also be a part of the team as well! Lost in my thoughts, I was only briefly able to dick away before the red haired guy turned around to where I was peeking.

Ok seriously, let’s head back ‘ I thought before scurrying back to Mina— who grilled me on my absence before becoming entranced in the starting game. I stayed on my phone for the most part, reading one direction fanfic— with the phone screen down waaay low (a/n who else has done this before ???). Id peek every now and again to watch, at one point catching the eye of the tall red head— a chill ran down my spin at his impish smile that I looked away immediately.

He was...cute. In a scary way.

A sudden hush flew across the crowd and I looked up in time to see oikawas serve hit clean across the net, received by some guy with brown hair before being set by some twat with shitty hair (a/n shirabus a twat, their I said it >:/) before the ball was spiked back with a force unmatched.

That was Match point. Shiratorizawa wins.

The air is oppressive, oikawas fan girls— mina included, are wailing. That’s my cue to exit, bidding a mina goodbye I began my way down the hail, the rush of the court fading into background.

Then suddenly, rushing feet and the crack of something hard against my skull.

Darkness consumed me.

~ back to the present ~

Now back to the hear and now, I hear murmerings-- voices I don’t recognize. I try to listen, try to focus in on their voices but I can’t as the throbbing in my skull takes my focus away. A whimper escapes me, and a silence sweeps across wherever I am like a breeze-- it’s scary.

“haha, is she awake?” it’s the sing=songy voice from before-- the red head probably then? I know I needed to say something, anything, but I was still to disoriented. The sound of shoes nearing me immeadiatly set me off, beginning to wiggle and move before I was held still vision suddenly assaulted with brightness as my blindfold is redmoved.

Standing before, me in all their glory, is the Shiratorizawa volleyball team??

It looks like I’m being held in...an empty dorm room? I’m trying to gather my bearings and cannot figure what to possibly ay before being yanked up harshly from a laying position. It’s the red head holding me up, wicked smile and everything as he crouches in front of me before opening his mouth.

“ You belong to us now, got it~” his voice is too cheery given the words he’s just said to me (a/n tendou owns my heart and soul <3333 ), and only now does my voice find me. “ B-but w-why m-m-me ? You c-can’t j-just do t-that, please just let me g-g-g-g-g-g-go !” by the time I finish blubbering, theres tears streaming down my cheeks like rushing rivers. Through my lashes, I look pitifully around at everyone-- landing on an umcomfortble looking kid with a bowl cut, but he looks away as soon as i stare up at him.

no, no ,no nononono no ones going to help me. the tears fall puddle on the floor, only growing in speed when ushijima speaks. “ You’ll be transfering here, become our manager, and be staying in this dorm room-- it’s already been settled” (a/n idk I’d be p happy to be shiratorizawa’s manager uwu) his voice is deep and leaves no room for any back talk, but my stomach drops at his next sentence “Semi, put it on her’ my head whips up, starring doe eyed at the grey haired guy from before as he approaches with...IS THAT A COLLAR AND LEASH??? (a/n insert debby ryan face)

my face heats up, embarrassed and ashamed at the idea of being collared like an animal. I try to wiggle away, annoying Semi, “Tendou hold her still damnit!” at that Tendou-- the red head, grips my face with one hand to keep me still, gripping it hard enough that hes smushing my cheeks (a/n tendou, t e n d o u, loml, how I cherish thee) . He mutters a quiet cute, so faint I think I’m hearing things, before the tightening of the collar breaks me from that train of thought. With that done, I’m released, falling to my hands and knees staring up at the entire team now gathered before me.

A tug on the leash tugs me forward without much effort, and the tears spring up once more at the humiliation. 

“This is gonna be fun~”

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ok so I hoped you guys loved it <3 I’ll try my best to get out weekly updates, next chap I’m thinking I either focus on how ushijima and reader-chan actually do know eachother, shirabu and semi fiighting of reader-chans attention, or maybe tendou and reader-chan getting into trouble while draggin goshiki into it! SOund off in the comments and let me know what you think ?? anyway love you guys sm <33333

[buckysbitch107]

Chris Evans with a girlfriend that has a really bad stutter like me. Like it may take about 5 mins for me to get a full sentence out. Thank you!

Sentences | Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: Yes, you have a stutter. So what? Just because it takes a little longer for you to say a full sentence, doesn’t mean people need to be rude. Chris has always been the person you go to when you feel down or insecure, even before the two of you started dating. So when an interviewer asks a question that hits a little too close to home, Chris is right there to defend you.

Warnings: SWEARING, Angry Chris, A Small Bit of Fighting, Little bit of fluff at the end

Word Count: 1.5K

A/N: This is my first time writing a stutter, so I hope I got at least some of it right! The person I used as a reference was Drew Lynch (One of my favorite comedians). I know there are different types of stutters, but his is the one I was most confident writing. I’m aware there are a lot of dashes in the dialogue. That’s the way I write stutters. I really hope you enjoy this one! Sorry if it’s bad or inaccurate!

“Thank-thank you M-Mr. Evans. I’ll see you tom-tom-tom-tomorrow.” You speak, pacing back and forth in your hotel room as your best friend sits on the bed. Her eyes widen as you end the phone call, dropping your phone on the bed before moving your head to look at her.

“And?”

“I go-go-got the-the pa-part.” You whisper, looking up at her with a surprised look on your face. 

~~~

“Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh my god.” You mumble to yourself, pacing back and forth in the dressing room. You just finished up the last scene of the day, a very important scene. The kiss scene. It was going great, and then the next part of the script came up. The part that had Chris’s character, Nick, step closer to yours and take your face in his hands before leaning in and kissing you. The part that the two of you did perfectly. It felt so real… almost too real, and Chris hasn’t talked to you since that scene unless it was for acting purposes. You continue to ramble random points to yourself until a knock sounds at the door, distracting you for a bit. “Come in!”

“Hey, I heard you- oh my god what happened?” Scott asks, closing the door behind him as he steps inside. You turn towards him and sigh, your hands still doing the weird flappy thing they did whenever you got anxious.

“We-We did the-the-the, the scene.”

“What? What sce- oh. OH. OH MY GOD! THAT SCENE?!”

“Yes, that sce-scene!” You exclaim, continuing to pace back and forth.

“I know this is gonna sound weird. But thoughts?” You turn to look at him, the look on your face making him unconsciously take a step back. Your face remains in a state of rage until you actually begin to survey your own thoughts, and your face drops.

“It-It was-s great. Dammit, Sco-ott! It fe-fe-felt so-so real!” Your hands migrate to your forehead, pushing your hair back before running to sit on the back of your neck. 

“Well, why don’t you ask him?”

“He’s-he’s been av-avo-avoiding me all d-ay.” More tears stream down your face as you continue to hyperventilate. You wouldn’t usually react like this, but the biggest crush you’d ever had in your entire life was possibly rejecting you, and you couldn’t even talk to him about it. 

“I’ll go talk to him. Why don’t you grab a bottle of water while I go find him, okay?” You nod as Scott gestures to the minifridge in your dressing room. He walks out and you sigh, grabbing the water and chugging most of it. Meanwhile, Scott wanders around the set, looking for his younger brother. He finds him soon enough, talking with a coworker about something to do with directing. Scott motions to his brother and Chris nods, finishing up his conversation before walking over to his sibling. 

“Yeah?"  Chris asks, putting his hands in his pockets.

 “You need to talk to Y/N.”

“Why? Is something wrong?”

“She thinks you don't like her.”

“What? What do you mean? Of course I like- oh. OH!”

“Yeah. Now please go fix it before she digs a hole in the ground by pacing that much.” Chris’s eyes widen a little more before he nods, running off in the direction of your dressing room.

~~~

“Oh go-go-god, you were ho-ho-hori-horrible at playing that-that trumpet.” You giggle, trying not to pee yourself in the passenger seat of Chris’s car. The man next to you scoffs, rolling his eyes as he turns the steering wheel.

“I wasn’t that bad, was I?”

“You-you-you-you sounded like a, like a, like a dying pi-pi-pig.” You continue to laugh in your seat as he pulls the car into an empty parking spot.

“That’s a little harsh.” He responds, turning his head to glare at you playfully, resting his hand on your thigh.

“I had-had to p-p-p-play it for-for-for you.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Chris turns off the car and leans over, pressing a kiss to your cheek before opening his door and stepping out. You open your door and step out as well, Chris walking around the car to grab your hand. He links your hand with his and slowly pulls you along, walking to two of you into the shooting studio. As the two of you enter, the studio’s cat steps into your line of vision. You gasp quietly, picking up the tabby before sitting in a chair behind the camera, set up on the small couch with some snacks and the cat. You barely pay attention as Chris sits down in the interview chair and the cameras start rolling, too distracted by the cat sitting in your lap. Zoning out, you don’t pay attention to any of the questions until you hear your name come into the mix.

“Now you met your wife on the set of Before We Go. Was it hard to make her stutter a part of the character?” Jason Nichols questions.

“Most people assume that it would be hard to incorporate a stutter into a character, but Y/N was actually super flexible and would sometimes even ask if we could do some more takes because she didn’t like the one we had. It was amazing what she did to make the movie an even bigger success.” Chris answers, causing a small smile to rest on your face.

“Now there are many eligible women in Hollywood, so why Y/N?”

“Excuse me?”

“I mean, she’s already paid less than you, and I don’t imagine that stutter of hers makes it any easier to land roles. I would have imagined you would go for someone in your pay grade.” Ouch.

“Alright, we’re done here.” Chris says, cutting the interview short by standing up from his chair. They quickly cut the cameras as your husband nods to you, telling you to pack up.

“I’m just saying-” 

“You aren’t saying anything.” You can visibly see Chris getting more pissed off by the second. You try to pull him away from the scene, but the interviewer keeps trying to insult you. It’s all a blur before Chris finally snaps, punching the interviewer and knocking him to the floor before storming out of the studio. 

“I-I am so-so-so sorry.” You whisper to one of the producers. She brushes it off with a quick “he deserved that.” before walking over to the interviewer and talking his ear off as she hands him a couple of tissues. You stand there silently, wondering what you should do when one of the producer’s assistants ushers you out.

“It’ll be fine! We’ll call back to see if Chris wants to reschedule, with a different interviewer of course.”

“T-Thank yo-u.” You whisper, offering him a small smile before walking over to your car, your fuming husband sitting in the driver’s seat.

~~~

“Darling? What’s wrong?” Chris asks, standing in the doorway of your bedroom, his bandaged hand brushing up against the door frame. You look up from your spot on the bed, giving him a small “mm” before looking back at your latest read. “Okay, what is up with you?”

“No-othing.” You mumble.

“Well it’s obviously something. You’ve barely said a word since the interview and you didn't even finish your dinner! Did, did I go too far at the interview?”

“W-What?! No-o! Not at-at all! It’s ju-ust-”

“Just what?”

“Do you-you think Nich-ichols was-was righ-t?” You question, finally deciding to look up at your husband. The look of confusion on his face would have made you laugh if your heart wasn’t silently ripping apart in your chest.

“What?! Of course not Y/N!” He exclaims, taking a mere four steps across the room to sit in front of you, Chris quickly taking your hands into his. “Why would you ever think that?”

“I-I don’t kn-kn-know…” You’re about to continue speaking when Chris starts moving, and it’s only a quick second before your husband has you sitting in his lap with his arms wrapped around you.

“Everything that man said today was bullshit Y/N. I chose you for so many reasons, and I don’t regret a thing, you understand?” You nod, slowly tucking your face into the crook of his neck. “I love you. So damn much baby.”

“I lo-ove you t-too.” Chris smiles at you once again before softly kissing you, pulling back just slightly to look at you.

“Why don’t we head to bed? It’s been a long day.” You nod and Chris stands up, walking out to call Dodger into bed and returning quickly with the dog and his lion. The two of you were already in your pajamas, having decided to change when you got home. Chris turns off the lights and slips into bed next to you, his arm immediately taking its designated place on your side. You cuddle into him and sigh, feeling comforted by your husband. Dodger sits on the edge of the bed, laying almost all the way over Chris’ feet. The three of you fall asleep like that, the hours before having worn you out, finally feeling at peace.

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Just a reminder that all requests are open! My masterlist is in my bio, so you guys know who I specialize in, but really I do anyone y’all request. As I’ve mentioned, nothing is too fluffy, angsty, smutty, or gorey for me. I mainly write Marvel and its characters/actors. I can also write some characters from other things, you just have to ask! Also please let me know if you want to be a part of the Permanent Tags! But please, for now,

Call me Emily

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Just For You

Warning: A tad of fluff, smut, anal penetration, once a mention of hand slut, mention of anal cock warming

You were scrolling through your social media tiredly as you rested your body against your boyfriend Yunho after baking some holiday goodies that made your boyfriend’s eyes light up with happiness and your heart to dance in your chest from the delight that you experienced of Yunho’s enjoyment of your tasty creations.

This evening you were trying to distract yourself from the neediness that you experienced as a result of the intense love that you felt for your boyfriend, being thoroughly content with cuddling in the comforting warmth of Yunho.

Still the slightest things prompted you to try your utmost hardest to restrain yourself from squirming. The restraint didn’t last long though, especially when your eyes landed on the social post that was a little risque and was about anal sex.

A needy whimper left your throat and immediately your cheeks began to redden as Yunho’s attention turned to you, leaving off from looking at his own phone. Instinctively you rubbed your thighs together, looking away from your boyfriend because of the embarrassment welling up inside of you.

“Are you feeling unwell, kitten?” Yunho asks innocently with genuine concern radiating in his well meaning eyes. You whined and hazily handed your phone to Yunho, hoping that he would catch on to what you wanted as you felt yourself clench involuntarily when his hand brushed against your own smaller hand.

“I- I need���” You sobbed out, hating how you had gone into subspace so suddenly. “Sweetheart, we can get the lingerie…” Yunho nods affirmatively to your frustration.

“I- I want to t-try anal if you’re c-comfortable…” You mumbled shyly in an effort to clarify what you wanted, fidgeting with your hands nervously as you slowly dared to look your boyfriend in the eye.

“Oh? Are you sure darling? I don’t want to hurt you…” Your boyfriend asked in a low voice that made shivers run down your spine, knowing that he cared for you and wanted to know your feelings first and foremost before anything else, your comfort being his number one priority.

“Y-yes I’m sure daddy… I trust you…” You anxiously fidgeted with the soft hem of your hoodie.

“Kiss me, kitten. I know you’re excited but it’s necessary for you to be as relaxed as possible before we get into it.” Yunho commanded in a gentle tone that encouraged you to lock your lips with his without hesitation.

After what seemed like hours of bliss Yunho broke the kiss, smiling and giving an approving nod as he tapped your thigh, the action barely registering in your pleasure addled mind.

“Strip, kitten. I want you on your hands and knees because that will most likely be the best starting position for both of us since this is our first time doing this.” Yunho spoke in a tone that set your feelings at ease, his eyes flickering with darkness and love. Still you were shaky as you did as you were told, complying with him as you shyly stripped away your clothing and positioned yourself on your hands and knees at the edge of the bed that you shared with him, anticipating the new feelings that you knew were to be experienced.

Rustling sounds piqued your interest, resulting in your heartbeat increasing from the suspense.

“I’m going to stretch you first, sweetheart. If it ever gets to be too much remember to voice the safe word. What’s the safe word?” Yunho asks inquisitively, popping the cap to what you assumed was the lubricant that had been reserved for dry days.

“(safe word).” You replied breathlessly, hands gripping the sheet when you felt something moist being massaged into your anal entrance. Your breath hitched in your throat from the circular motion and instinctively you pressed against Yunho’s fingers.

“Don’t rush me, kitten. It must be done right so we’ll know if we will want to do it again in the future.” He murmured in a stern tone, coaxing a whine of frustration as he continued to prep your ass for his cock.

Loud, needy moans began to string from your lips as your boyfriend gradually inserted a single slick finger inside of you, the sensation adding to the existing throbbing of your heat.

“Taking my finger extremely well for it being your first time.” Yunho praised you, magically encouraging your walls to relax around his slick digit as he thrusted it into you to encourage your hole to stretch.

“Nghhhh~” You moaned out loud, feeling yourself clench as Yunho added another finger inside of your ass. “N-need you ah~!” You whimpered, desperately wanting to fuck yourself on his face fingers but you thought better of it.

Sweet mewls left your mouth while he scissored your tight entrance carefully and effectively with slick fingers.

“Not yet, baby. Need to stretch you enough to take my cock.” Yunho replied firmly, his serious tone not helping with your predicament, causing you to wonder if he saw the slick that coated your thighs just from him playing with your ass.

“O-oh f-fuck~! Love being so full.” You keened when he added another digit, stretching your rim fully across his fingers and bringing tears of pleasure to your eyes and clouding your vision as well as your mind.

“You’re loving how well my fingers are filling your ass but it can’t compare to how good my cock is going to feel inside of you, darling.” Yunho stated lowly with a wicked smirk that was evident in his tone.

You whined and choked on a moan that bubbled in your throat, feeling a strong sense of overwhelming disappointment as he withdrew his fingers from your clenching hole.

“So greedy, is my little hand slut satisfied with only my fingers filling her ass?” Yunho chuckles in a humored tone. “Uh y-your little hand slut l-loves your fingers but she w-wants your c-cock too! Please daddy!” You croaked out dryly, gasping out loud when you felt the slick head of your boyfriend’s cock prod at your entrance, slipping inside of your stretched hole gradually.

“S’ good daddy…” You mumbled out in awe of the new stretch as Yunho gradually inched his thick length inside of your tight ass.

“Relax kitten. If you’re unable to you want be able to have as much of my cock inside of you. You’re nice and tight around my cock but you need to relax, dear.” Yunho rubbed your lower back tenderly, aiding you in relaxing and allowing him to sheath himself completely in the snug tightness of your ass.

Soft, vulnerable mewls sounded from your lips as Yunho pulled back carefully and pushed forward, filling you to the hilt with his girthy length.

“Daddy, daddy, d-daddy ah~!” You moaned out, hoping to motivate him to start moving faster even though you were already seeing stars from how full you felt from his cock filling your ass. Your heat clenched hungrily as a rush of excitement surged through your body.

“Alright kitten I’m going to increase my pace…” You failed to hear the remainder of his words, losing yourself to the pleasure of Yunho snapping his hips and bottoming out so deeply that you felt that you were about to collapse from the pleasure of his cock pushing into your walls, “Oh- ah d-daddy f-feels s’ good when you fuck me like this…” You clenched the sheets in your hands, eyes rolling back in bliss from the delicious friction of Yunho’s cock rubbing your walls.

“You’re doing so well for daddy. Good kitten taking daddy’s cock in her ass so well.” Yunho praised in a warm tone, feeling you clench around his cock with each thrust of his hips.

He snakes his hand around your waist to quickly draw circles on your clit, increasing your pleasure as he fulfilled your desires by fucking harshly into you until you could hardly speak.

Your high was already approaching thanks to your boyfriend’s ministrations and you were lost in the heavenly sensations to the point that you were moaning shamelessly, sounds becoming higher pitched as he repeatedly stimulated your needy bundle of nerves with his fingers.

“S-sensitive… g-gonna ah fuck d-DADDY!!” You screamed out, feeling your heat spasm wildly around air while Yunho continued to play with your clit. Chasing his climax and releasing inside of your ass with a low moan.

“Ah- daddy can you please stay inside of m-me…?” You whined, wanting to cock him inside of your ass.

“Of course, darling! Just for you!” He smiled happily, keeping his cock inside of you as he positioned himself in a seated position while inside of you, much to your contentment, knowing of the satisfying cuddles that were to come.

Tagging in case my lovely ladies are interested in reading 😉@hanatiny @yunhoes-twancings-nsfw

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VICTORIA IS HERE WITH A REQUEST! :D could you write something with chris evans x teen!co-star!reader where one of the readers family members gets hospitalized, and the reader can't go and see them since they're filming the movie, so the reader gets very sad? and then chris comforts them all fluffy-like,, thank youuu you wonderful human :)))

Word count: 1.1k

A/N: thank you for sending this request in! I really enjoyed writing it and I hope you like it!

Warnings: injury, crying, angst with a happy ending

Chris Evans| Pain at a distance

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You looked at your phone puzzled when your dad’s contact popped up on your iPhone home screen in the middle of filming a scene with your castmates Chris and Sebastian. He knew not to call you when you were working so it must be important.

“Sorry, it’ll be quick” you promised the Russo’s and slid your index finger across the screen to answer the call. “Hello?” Without missing a beat he quickly scrambled the words out, not bothering to breathe between them. So much that you couldn’t understand what he was saying. “Dad, I can’t hear what you're saying. Can you slow down?”

The sob you heard on the other line made your eyebrows knit in confusion. “Y- your mother- she- she’s in hospital, I’m sorry Y/N”

Your eyes, which were originally trained on the actors and actresses who were scrambling about trying to get ready for the retake, were now unfocused and staring at a blank spot on the floor. Furious tears threatening to spill any second. Your throat burned dry with dehydration and you struggled to remember how to speak, instead focusing on the thoughts that raced through your mind: all the possibilities that could happen to your mom.

Would you see her again? Would you talk to her again? Would you even remember her face?

Filming had taken up so much of your mind recently that you’d forgotten to even call your parents in the last few weeks. Was this your punishment? Were you such a bad daughter that the world had decided to take away one of your parents?

You’d always had more than one parental figure. When you were away from home Scarlett and Chris had always been there for you, helping you study when you had the chance, giving you advice on your career and even stopping you from going skydiving with Tom Holland (you weren’t old enough anyway) So they were always looking out for you as a parent would but, you didn’t even want to think about losing one.

“W- wha’?” You brain seemed to be going a million miles an hour and your mouth moved on its own accord, barely even pronouncing the word properly for your dad to understand it.

“She- she- there was an accident (Y/N)”

Without meaning to, you dropped your phone. Hand going slack and your brain not comprehending what was happening. As soon as the crack erupted through the room, every pair of eyes travelled to you. Chris’s eyes were filled with concern before he even saw the tears in your eyes, he knew when you were upset, and now it was so obvious to him that he was surprised nobody else there didn’t even notice it.

But before he could set down the shield he was currently strapping to his arm in preparation you were gone, phone discarded and props left were they were.

Looking around he saw you discussing something with the Rusos, pity found in their eyes.

“I’m sorry Y/N but we’ve got to finish this movie in the next few weeks, you being gone would mean we’d have to postpone the movie for another 8 months”

You sighed in defeat, desperately fighting off the tears that threatened to show. “O- okay, I understand”

-

For the next few months, your personality outside of filming had dramatically changed. You were no longer making stupid jokes at meals or asking people to binge-watch movies with you when you weren’t working or even doing joke interviews with your cast members for tiktoks. You hadn’t told them for the simple reason you didn’t want pity, because if they felt sorry for you that meant that this whole thing was real. That your mom was in the hospital, that she wasn’t at your home where she should be, and that you couldn’t even see her at all. To say they were concerned would be an understatement, especially Chris, he knew your bubbly personality was changing and he wasn’t going to sit back and watch.

“Hey Y/N, it’s Chris” the knock on the door startled you out of your day dreaming. “Oh um.. come in” you called out, wondering why he was here. He never went to your trailer, instead, it was always you going to his, asking to hang out.

The door creaked open and he entered the trailer, a small smile on his lips yet a serious look in his eyes.

Your eyebrows knitted in confusion. Why was he here? Without invitation he sat at the adage of your bed and faced you, his features not changing, “what’s going on with you?”

“Huh?”

“Y/N, your not yourself, what’s happening?” Realisation kicked in as the question left his mouth, and your throat immediately went dry. So that’s why he was here, he was confronting you. “N- none of your business” you attempted to get off your bed and walk out the door but he grabbed your wrist and held you in place, “(Y/N) please don’t push me away, I want to help you. Please, let me help you”

The words repeated in your mind for a second before out of nowhere you burst into tears. The situation finally settling in, your mom was in his hospital and you couldn’t even see her. And there was also a possibility you wouldn’t even see her again. “I- I don’t know what to do Chris”

His eyes softened and he stood up to engulf you in a hug that made you feel safer. “What’s going on (Y/N)?” His gentle tone made your breathing deepen as you attempted to calm down so you could comply and tell him the news you had received less than a week ago

“M- my mom-“ you cut yourself in a hiccough that wracked your body “she- shes in hospital and I don’t- I don’t know if she’ll make it and I can’t even see her because of this st- stupid filming!”

Your building up anger didn’t seem to phase Chris at all, as you felt his arms envelope around you even tighter, you felt his chin rest upon the top of your head, making you attempt to calm down. “I’m, so so, sorry (Y/N) but she’s gonna be okay, you’ll see her again sweetheart”

“I- I can’t, the Russos told me I couldn’t, we’ve gotta finish filming,” you told the older man, refusing to let the dread overcome you once again. Without moving you could feel him shake his head slightly in response “no, I’ll speak to them (Y/N), everything’s gonna be okay”

He released you from the confines of the hug but still kept his hand on your shoulders, giving you a small reassuring smile making you nod slightly, grateful that you had such a good friend and parental figure in your time of need, “thank you Chris, I mean it”

“It’s okay (Y/N), I’ll always be here”

-

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[1a-imagines]

Bunny band-aid.

Characters: Izuku Midoriya

Overview: You cant seem to catch a break lately and to top it all off you end up getting hurt! Luckily a cute hero is here to help patch you up!

A/n: Me and my friend were talking about dekus red bags that he keeps attached to his hips. She asked what i thought he keeps in them and i said probably first aid stuff and that spiralled into a long conversation about how cute it would be if he had little cartoon/bunny band-aids that he would give to people.

And well- how could I pass that up?

"Why does this always happen to me?" You whined as you hopped around your small apartment, simultaneously pulling up your skirt as you tried to slather your toast with butter.

This morning you had received an angry call from your boss, yelling at you to get in as soon as you could. They were slammed and ,sure, you could imagine that must be stressful for any boss but it feels like your boss in particular was a ticking time bomb.

It was best not to get on his bad side, and so you didn't argue with him about the fact it was suppost to be your one day off.

You also had to ignore all the angry texts from your family for having to cancel on dinner with them yet again. How many times did that make it now? 6? You felt like the worst person ever for letting them down so many times, but your work just kept getting in the way!

You keep telling yourself you'll make it up to them, but you never have the time.

You could feel yourself slowly breaking down but you put on your brave face knowing that you'd only be in more trouble if you showed up at work crying.

You quickly finished your toast and downed your coffee before grabbing your bag and rushing out the door. You ran down the stairs until you reached the street, almost tumbling over a few times.

Your job wasn't too far- if you were quick you could make it in 10 minutes and maybe your boss wouldn't fire you?

So you ran.

You ran all the way down the street, narrowly avoiding other pedestrians and jumping over a few stray cats. You felt like you were running so fast that stopping seemed impossible. Your legs were going faster than you could keep up with. This is the sheer amount power and fear your boss held over you.

What a jerk.

Just as you were running past the park you felt one of your feet get caught on a loose pavement slab. Your eyes went wide as a gasp escaped your lips. Your whole body flew forward and you watched helplessly as the ground beneath you got closer.

You held out your hands and closed your eyes, bracing for the impact. You grunted in pain when your body inevitably hit the hard concrete. You had fallen so hard that your body had even bounced off the ground and skidded to a harsh stop.

That was it.

That was the breaking point. You didn't even have the energy to push yourself up. You lay there, your knees and hands stinging as you let the tears run down your cheeks.

Why was the world so against you lately? Have you done something wrong? Did you really deserve this harsh fate?

Personally, you liked to think you always tried your best. That you gave everything you all and you always went out of your way to help people. Overall, you were a pretty good person.

So why has fate decided to punish you lately?

You forced yourself to push your body up onto your backside and that's when you noticed the contents of your bag had also spilled out onto the ground.

Great…

You sniffled and rubbed your stinging cheek to rid yourself of the tears "Why can't I catch a break…" you muttered solemnly.

Once you had finished your pity party you figured it would be best to push yourself up, but before you could move, the sound of fast paced steps coming in your direction caught your attention.

You saw a boy in a green costume running up to you. When he finally reached you he knelt down, his big eyes filled with worry. He was panting a bit too, showing he must have ran over to you pretty fast.

"Are you ok!? I'm so sorry I couldn't catch you! I saw you fall from across the park and ran as fast as I could." He apologized so sincerely it sounded as if he completely blamed himself for your fall. You were about to say that it was ok but he gasped, successfully cuttinf you off.

"You're bleeding!!" You followed his gaze to your hands and knees.

He was right, You most certainly were bleeding. However, that much was to be expected after such a harsh fall like that. It wasn't a whole lot though, Most of them were just scrapes, but they still stung.

"Hold still! I have some first aid on me. I'll clean and bandage it up for you!" He said, reaching into the red bags strapped to his hips and pulling out a bottle, a cloth, and some bandages.

"You're a hero?" You tilted your head. The costume, plus carrying first aid, made you guess he was. Although you had never seen him before, was he new? You were a pretty big hero fan and you had a feeling you would've remembered someone like him. He smiled softly as he poured the gauze onto the piece of cloth he had.

"Sort of… I'm in training." He paused and looked up into your eyes. "This might hurt a bit, if it hurts too bad just tell me to stop, ok?"

You nodded your head. He was so gentle and reassuring. If he was the future of heroes then it greatly comforted you. The hero society could really use people like him right now. Especially after All Might's retirement.

You hissed in pain when the liquid hit your open wound. Even though you were no longer a little kid it was still one of the worst pains in the world to have to clean up scrapes with that unholy liquid.

It hurt, but didn't want to stop him. He was being so careful and gentle with the way he applied it, it would've been kind of nice if it wasn't burning like a bitch.

"Shouldn't you be focusing on saving people who actually need it right now?" You asked, your voice sounded more bleak and horse than you liked. You could hear the hopelessness in your own voice and you didn't like it. He looked back up at you, that same small smile was still on his lips, had it ever left?

He stared deep into your eyes and it almost made your heart stop for a moment. "What kind of hero would I be if I left a pretty girl crying in the middle of the street?"

"Crying?" You reached up to feel your cheek. You were still crying? You hadn't even noticed. He had been distracting you from all the sadness of your life with just his smile alone. It was incredible…

Wait, did he call you pretty!?

"It must hurt, I know, but don't worry, I'll fix you right up!" He said.

He thought you were crying because of the pain? The pain wasn't so bad, nothing you couldn't handle anyway. These tears were from stress, from holding everything back for so long.

Though you weren't about to tell him that.

You watched him bandage up your hands which seemed to have taken the most damage from the fall. How could you work with bandages all over your hands? You were so going to get fired.

It was kind of sad that despite being hurt, all you could think about was inconveniencing your boss. It was an unhealthy mind set to have.

"What's your name?" His voice broke through your thoughts.

"Oh! Uh- Y/n." You replied shyly, the embarrassment crying in front of him was starting to seep in. You turned your head away when you felt your cheeks heating up. You'd never really been a person to cry in front of people. So this was really embarrassing for you.  

"S-so, what about you? What's the name of my new hero?" You glanced over to him with a lopsided, bashful smile.

You saw him freeze at the sound of being called your hero, his cheeks turning the same shade as yours. Maybe even more so.

"O-oh, It's D-Deku." He stuttered out a reply as he finished wrapping up your hands.

He put the bottle and cloth back into the bags on his hips and pulled out a few bandaids. He took the paper off it and placed them over the scrapes on your knees.

"There! All done!" He pulled back and that's when you noticed the pattern on the bandaid. It had little bunnies on it!

'That's so adorable!' You inwardly squealed. Who would've guessed a hero would be carrying something as cute as this!

It made you gush.

"Thank you so much!" Ever since meeting him you had really perked up. Somehow, he had washed your worries away, maybe all you had really needed was to know that someone cared about you? That you weren't so alone?

Or maybe it was simply because it was the first nice encounter you've had in months! Which was saying a lot since you're legs and hands are currently bleeding.

He soon stood up, offering you a hand and pulling you up too.

"It's nothing! Really! You don't have to thank me!" He waved his hands in front of him shyly. It was like he wasn't used to people wanting to repay him.

Deku grabbed all the items that had fallen out of your bag and brushed the dirt off them before handing them back.

In all honesty, heroes were something a lot of people took for granted, but it was times like these that made you realise they were humans too.

His gesture may have been small but he had still made a big impact on your mood and on your day. You wanted to show your gratitude. After all, he didn't really have to come help you. Hero or not, he still could have walked away or ignored it.

"No! Really! I want to repay you somehow!" He had somehow made you feel the first thread of happiness- or was it hopefulness? That you had felt it for a while. It was so refreshing and he had helped you more than he was probably aware of.

Maybe there was also a small part of you that wanted to selfishly spend more time with him too. He was like a sudden breath of fresh air in your life and you weren't willing to let that go so easily.

"How about I buy you lunch?" You asked with a smile.

You phone began buzzing in your pocket and that's when you remembered you had work!! You pulled out your phone and upon seeing your boss's caller ID you felt your heart freeze. You could only imagine how pissed off he must be right now.

You looked up to see the worried face of your new hero, he must have caught on that something was wrong. Did he really care about you that much? You were nothing more than an acquaintance to him, and yet seeing you frown was clearing upsetting him too.

The world really did need more people like him.

You weren't sure where this sudden boldness had come from but you declined the call, and like that, weight on your shoulder was lifted. You shoved your phone away.

You'd be lying if you said it didn't make you feel a bit special

You'll deal with the consequences later.  

You smiled up at him. "Are you free right now?"

"Actually, I finish my patrol duty in 10 minutes." He replied. "If you don't mind waiting for a bit, then I'd love to get lunch with you!"

You shook your head.

You didn't mind waiting at all. You'd happily wait days, weeks even, to spend more time with your new hero. Something in your heart was telling you to get to know him better- to not let him go so easily.

Maybe fate was finally giving you the break you so desperately wanted?

"Great! Then wait here and I'll be back as soon as I can, ok?" He smiled so brightly you could practically feel the warmth radiating from it.

"It'll be my treat! To make up for not catching you in time!" He declared before running off, not giving you time to fight him on it.

You were supposed to be the one repaying him but it seemed he was now treating you to a meal instead, and you had a feeling that he wasn't going to stand down from it either.

You sighed happily and clutched your bag to your chest as you stared down at the cute bunny band aids that decorated your skin.

"Maybe today will be a good day after all."