#and if it's cancelled it's another level of pain

[genderqueerdykes]

i get a lot of "don't talk about bigender trans women who are also men because being a man means you can't be a woman and being a man cancels out womanhood and being a man means that they would be dysphoric and not feel like a girl so it would make the trans girls feel bad so never call them a man ever"

we're still collectively stuck on "man cancels out woman" that people literally plug their ears and call you transphobic when you talk about trans women who specifically also identify as men in their own words. people will piss and cry and say its transphobic to refer to this person as a man, ever, because they're a woman and being a man means they'll be dysphoric because it's cancelling out their womanhood. like this is the level of mental gymnastics we're performing at this stage

not all trans women are men. not every trans woman is also a man. most trans women do not want to be referred to or thought of as men. and that's important. but some trans women are also men and if you refuse to accept their male identity you are misgendering them. however you're not easing their dysphoria. you're not doing them any favors by aggressively acknowledging their womanhood and ignoring and even denying their manhood. you're not doing anyone any favors by saying that it will make other trans women dysphoric of a different trans woman also identifies as a man

people are doing a great job of speaking for transfemmes by telling us this is transphobic and dysphoric, instead of letting us speak to say that there are in fact bigender, multigender, genderfluid, non binary, genderqueer, intersex and two spirit trans women who do, in fact, identify as men and it's not a begrudging or painful thing, but another beautiful part of our identities that does not and will not ever cancel out our womanhood. sorry that bothers you, but its your own internal transphobia you must work past, because you are the one who is uncomfortable- not the trans woman who is also a man. they're only uncomfortable when you refuse to acknowledge both or all of their genders.

like can we all finally get on the same fucking page that forcefully only acknowledging a trans woman's identity if she's only a feminine woman and she only uses she/her pronouns isn't helping anyone. can we finally start acknowledging that denying the existence of bigender, multigender, genderfluid, non binary, genderqueer, two spirit and gender vast trans women isn't helping anyone and and that being non binary applies to all AGABs and genders

can we stop fucking telling trans women what to do and how to have a gender "correctly". let's all fucking do better.

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do you guys also love one specific already finished media that consuming anything about it fills your heart with heaviness because you wish there was infinite content about it and nothing else will be so special

[briefinquiries]

Tyler Owens x Reader: Read Between the Lines

Request: anonymous said: "I was wondering maybeeee if you could write some protective bf Tyler ( because i would be swooning ) maybe either someone keeps hitting on her so he steps in or someone maybe in another storm chasing crew is being mean so he steps in and defends her <3 idk"

Word count: 3.9k

Warnings: language, mild fighting i guess?? slight angst

A/N: sorry I haven't been posting as frequently! I started work up again and ya girl has been BUSY. Anyyywayyy, thank you for reading! please keep the comments coming! I love to see all your requests and I promise i'm getting to them as quickly as i can :)

“Need anything?” Tyler asked, leaning against the hood of the truck in a way that shouldn’t be as adorable as it is. 

“I’m good,” you said, offering him a gentle smile before brushing a few loose strands of hair from your sticky forehead. 

“You wanna come in with me then?” 

You shook your head– the idea of sitting in a stale diner with no AC was just about as unbearable as the thought of driving another second. “No, I think I’ll stretch my legs out here.”

“Okay,” he said in a tone that indicated you’d be missing out. He gave the truck a pat before adding, “We won’t be long.”

“Take your time,” you assured him. 

He offered one final nod before turning and following Dani, Boone, and Lily across the parking lot. Dexter also stayed behind. Instead of shitty diner food, he’s opted to take a nap inside the RV accompanied by his noise canceling headphones and a fan blasting right at his face. 

You were exhausted, down to your bones. You and the rest of the team had driven nearly six hours that day tracking a cell that hadn’t ended up amounting to anything. You were stiff and tired and irritable– just like everyone else. But you hoped that some time alone outside might help at least level out your mood.

You extended your arms over your head, groaning when you felt something lightly pop in your back, before craning your neck from side to side. The air was stifling– thick and humid with little to no breeze for any sort of relief. The heat hadn’t broken in nearly a week, and unfortunately for just about everyone, the truck’s AC didn’t work as well as it used to. 

The parking lot to the diner was relatively empty. Aside from the crew’s RV and truck, there was an SUV parked in one of the front spots and a small sports car with a steady cloud of smoke pouring out the cracked window.  

You let your eyes wander past the diner parking lot at the sprawling field across the road. The windmills were agonizingly still in the stale air– like even they were desperate for some reprieve. 

Your eyes fell shut as you took a few deep breaths, trying to get your bearings. 

Your peace lasted for about thirty seconds. And then the sound of blaring music and screeching tires had you turning your pulsing head. Instantly, you rolled your eyes at the sight of the familiar vans pulling into the lot beside you. 

Merrill Anderson and his crew started chasing in the area almost thirteen months ago. You knew because each and every moment that you’d known about their existence had been more painful than the last. 

Anderson was a meteorologist out of Texas that wore a cowboy hat almost as big as his mouth and an inflated ego to match it. He made sure you and everyone else around him knew that he had a PhD, and therefore, in his opinion, was automatically more entitled to chase. Him and Tyler had hated each other from the moment they met while chasing an EF2 in Arkansas– their feud only grew each time their paths crossed. 

Anderson was grinning at you through the window as soon as his van rolled by. You did your best to avert your gaze– hoping that lack of eye contact would avoid any sort of conversation. 

Unfortunately, you weren’t so lucky. 

“There she is,” he announced, boots scuffing against the dirt parking lot as he hopped out from the driver’s seat. 

“Now what're you doin’ out here all by yourself? Your team finally leave you behind? Realized they didn’t need two uni drop outs on their team?” he asked, tone already dripping in sarcasm. 

He was an antagonizer who got off on provoking others. And although you and Anderson had your fair share of unpleasant exchanges, you knew he only ever bothered you to get under Tyler’s skin. 

Tyler’s biggest weakness was that he was endlessly protective of the people he loved. You saw this particular trait as a strength– but you knew that Anderson fed off Tyler's anger, which you could only imagine was his intention now. Thankfully Tyler was in the diner– hopefully gorging on raspberry pancakes as you spoke. Because if he were to see Anderson talking to you– you knew this whole interaction would escalate quickly. 

“Anderson,” you sighed, leaning casually against the hood of Tyler’s truck. The smile you forced on your face was almost painful. “So lovely to see you, as always.”

You hoped if you withheld from his taunting, he might move on quicker. 

Instead, to your despair, he backtracked from his van to stand across from you. “You guys go ahead,” he instructed his crew. “I’m gonna spend some time with my friend here.”

They nodded before heading towards the diner, leaving the two of you alone. 

“You should teach that hillbilly- boyfriend of yours some manners. If I remember correctly, last time I saw him, he drove through a puddle to splash me.”

You bit back a grin as you recalled the moment he was referring to. “I’m sure it wasn’t on purpose,” you lied (it was absolutely on purpose). 

Anderson chuckled. “You know– I don’t know if we’ve ever had a conversation just us, without him lingering around. You’re much more pleasant. Both in conversation and in looks.” 

You felt a chill run down the length of your spine at his words– but the way he was looking at you was infinitely worse. You watched as his eyes flickered from your face to your chest– currently more exposed than you would like in the tanktop you wore in the stifling Oklahoma heat. You wished you had grabbed a shirt to cover up in– but they were all either dirty and packed away somewhere in your duffel. 

Clearing your throat, you stood up straight and crossed your arms, attempting to shield yourself from his lingering gaze. 

“Oh, hey now darlin’, don’t cover up. I’ve been stuck in the van all day with these jokers, this is the most action I’ve gotten all summer.” 

You could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks as you tried desperately to remain level headed. Anderson was a jerk– and he’d definitely make you uncomfortable… but you couldn’t imagine that he’d ever actually do anything to harm you.  

Then again, you’d never interacted with him for longer than a minute or two with Tyler and the rest of the crew at your side. This was uncharted territory that you didn’t care to explore. You felt your earlier determination to handle him on your own fade away with uneasiness.  

You turned your head towards the diner, hoping you might catch Tyler’s gaze through the window or something. Of course you were too far away for that– all you caught was the glare from the sun. 

“You know I’m not used to seeing you in clothes like this, usually you’re all covered up,” Anderson whistled. 

As soon as he took a step closer, you instinctively moved too. Except your legs collided with Tyler’s truck– preventing you from actually going anywhere. For some dumb reason, you felt obligated to hold your ground– to not let him see how uncomfortable he was really making you. But with each passing comment, you grew more and more fearful. 

Anderson now had his body angled towards you with a look that could only be described as predatorial. “God, it’s true you don’t know what you’re missin’ til you see it. We should have these heat waves more often if it means I get to take a look at this every day.”

You tried and failed to remain stoic. You wanted to yell– to tell him to shut the fuck up. But for some reason, your body and brain weren’t connecting. 

“C’mon, where is she?” he taunted. “You know, your sweet side has its perks. But I much prefer ‘em a little spicy.” 

He took another few steps closer to you. It was subtle, but you noticed. Anderson was so obviously getting a kick out of whatever the hell he was doing here, and you were doing a piss-poor job at withholding from it, like you’d originally planned. 

“Why don’t you come on back in my van with me,” he winked. “I’m not sure how your hillbilly does it, but I can show ya a real good time.” 

Get away from me, you wanted to scream. But your mouth wouldn’t move– your voice was lost somewhere inside of you. And all you could get your body to do was lean away from him slightly. 

“Don’t be like that, darlin’,” he cooed. He was so close that you could almost smell his breath. Your brain told you to fight– to shove or kick or do something to get him away from you. But all those previous instincts you had to fight back faded into paralyzing fear. 

Anderson reached across the space between you to move a loose strand of hair from your face as you began to tremble. “And don’t be afraid, baby doll. I don’t bite… too hard. Owens ain’t gotta know–”

“Anderson!” 

Your head snapped at the sound of a familiar voice… Not just any familiar voice– Tyler’s voice. He was currently storming across the parking lot with a look of pure hatred across his face. The second his eyes landed on you– undoubtedly and obviously terrified, that anger only intensified. 

“Get the fuck away from her,” he demanded. His eyes were narrowed and shockingly darker than their normal shade of sage. 

“Here he is!” Anderson taunted. “Her douche bag in shining armor.”

You couldn’t help but notice Anderson didn’t step away. In fact, if anything, he looked like he was about to step closer, just to really test his limits. But then, to your relief, you saw Boone, Dani, and Lily storming out of the diner in Tyler’s wake– all coming to your rescue. 

In an instant, Tyler was there, stepping between you and Anderson– forming the protective barrier you needed to finally feel safe again. Without thinking, you fisted the back of Tyler’s T-shirt for good measure. 

“Easy, Rambo,” Anderson sneered. “I was just tellin’ your sweetheart here how much I enjoy her new look. Who knew she had all this hidin’ under those baggy shirts? That the reason you keep her hangin’ around, Owens? I knew she had to be good for something–”

But Anderson didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence. Because before you knew what was happening, Tyler was lunging forward and connecting his fist with Anderson’s nose. 

The crack as it broke was deafening, you released Tyler’s shirt to cover your mouth in shock. Tyler hit him with enough force that he went staggering back a few steps, his hands instantly moving to cup his face. 

Tyler was still shaking off his hand when Anderson stood up straight, blood pouring out of both nostrils. 

“Damn, that bitch must be as good as she looks if she’s worth all this,” Anderson continued to taunt. Even with a broken nose, he didn’t back down.  

Without even hesitating, Tyler moved to strike again. But as soon as he did, Boone and Dani were both stepping in front of him to break things up. 

“Easy, T–” Boone said. 

“Stay the fuck away from her,” Tyler snarled in warning, pointing his finger over Boone’s shoulder. You’d never quite heard his voice so malicious or threatening before, and even though it was in your defense, it sent shivers down your spine.   

Suddenly, Lily grabbed your hand from the side, causing you to flinch. “It’s okay,” she said, tugging you a few steps away from the chaos– like she knew how badly you needed space from everything. “You alright?”

You nodded, flustered.  

“Next time you want to settle this without your little army of strays, you let me know, Owens. And next time you want a good time, Y/N, you know where to find me,” Anderson said, offering you a wink that churned your stomach. With that, he wiped some blood from his nose and began sauntering back towards his van. 

“I’m gonna fucking kill him,” Tyler snarled, still being physically held back by Dani and Boone. 

“Yeah, and he’d deserve it. But he’s not worth catchin’ a charge,” Boone said. “It’s been a slow season and we don’t got the kind of money to bail you out of jail.”

“Take a breath, T,” Dani said. “He’s walkin’ away. Take a breath.”

You watched Tyler slowly come back to his body. He listened to Dani and took a deep breath– his shoulders visibly relaxing when he exhaled. It seemed to be enough for his friends to finally release him. 

As soon as he was free from their grasp, Tyler turned around– his attention landing on you. “Are you okay?” he asked, his previously menacing voice now laced with so much care and concern. He stood in front of you– his body blocking all views of Anderson and their vans. His hands moved to cup your cheeks gently. 

“I’m fine,” you said, attempting to convince yourself more than anyone else. But even you knew it didn’t sound convincing. Your voice subtly cracked on the final word. 

Tyler stroked his thumb along your skin. The look on his face told you he didn’t quite believe you as his eyes flickered down to your trembling hands. Thankfully he didn’t ask more. 

“I gotta say that was a nasty right hook, T,” Boone said, clapping Tyler on the back as he approached. “I didn’t know you had it in ya.”

“What’d that asshat say to you?” Lily asked. “You looked really shaken up when we saw you out the diner window.”

“Nothing,” you mumbled, too embarrassed to repeat his taunts. You were shocked by how self-conscious you suddenly felt with everyone’s eyes on you. Anderson’s previous words had made you incredibly aware of every inch of yourself– like there was an electrical current humming underneath the surface of your skin. 

“Just the usual shit,” you tried to brush it off.  

You felt grateful when they didn’t push. 

Eventually, the crew disassembled– everyone focused on getting their stuff together to hit the road again. Anderson didn’t reemerge from his van, but as you sat idly in the passenger seat of Tyler’s truck, you didn’t take your eyes off from where it was parked– like you were anticipating some sort of retaliation. 

You remained hidden from the team– feeling so awkward and uncomfortable– like you didn’t want to be perceived or noticed by anyone. And you hated that Anderson’s words were the ones to make you feel that way. You couldn’t find any shirts in your duffel bag that weren’t disgusting. And currently you didn’t have the time or patience to dig through your second bag in the RV. So instead, you wrapped your arms awkwardly over your chest, trying to make yourself as small as possible just as Tyler climbed into the front seat. 

“Everyone else is riding in the RV, it’s just us,” he said, eyes lingering on you. 

“Okay,” you said, trying your best to sound casual. You wondered if he ordered everyone in the RV so that you’d feel more comfortable. You made a mental note to thank him for that later, he was always so good at reading between the lines.  

Tyler instantly noticed your uneasiness. “Baby, what’d he say to you?” 

You shrugged, refusing to meet his gaze out of sheer embarrassment. “I mean, I think you caught the gist of it at the end there… Just a lot of that.”

You heard his loud exhale. “Just say the word and I’ll barge into that stupid van and kill him right now.”

The corner of your lip tugged into a small smile. “I just want you to stay here,” you admitted. 

He nodded solemnly. Without another word, Tyler passed you something he had scrunched up in his fist. It was one of his T-shirts– like he knew you wanted to cover up without even having to say it. You took the shirt– the thanks you wanted to offer him remained stuck in your throat, but Tyler didn’t seem to mind. 

Instead, he pretended to fiddle with the radio while you silently slipped the shirt on. Almost instantly, you felt like you could relax underneath the fabric of his clothes. 

You curled your arms around yourself and tucked your knees to your chest. When Tyler asked if you were ready to head out, you nodded without another word. 

…

It was only seven when you arrived at the motel. Tyler went into the lobby to book the rooms while everyone else hung back. Boone and Lily were going on and on about using the pool later that night, but once you’d grabbed your bags from the truck, you sort of tuned it all out. 

Tyler found you sitting on the curb once he’d passed out everyone else’s room keys. He picked up your duffel from the ground before speaking for the first time in almost an hour. 

“You ready for bed?”

You nodded, offering him your best attempt at a convincing smile.  

“C’mon,” he motioned his head to the left. “We’re upstairs.”

Tyler led the way to your room– and even though this was a dingy motel, you’d never seen anything more perfect. The shades were dark, the AC worked, and there was a single, plush-looking queen bed in the middle of the room just screaming your name. 

Tyler let you shower first. And when you emerged from the bathroom, all the sweat and grime finally washed from your skin, he was gone. But in his place, he’d laid out one of his T-shirts and a pair of his boxers on the bed for you to use. You almost teared up at the sight of just how thoughtful he was… Still reading between the lines. 

You’d spent the entire duration of your shower trying to convince yourself that what had happened earlier wasn’t that big of a deal. Anderson was a jerk– of course he was going to say some jerk-ish things. It shouldn’t have been a surprise– and yet, you couldn’t shake the discomfort you felt. It was like all the words he’d said to you had nestled underneath your skin and made a home for themselves. 

In an attempt to shake the thoughts away, you quickly shrugged on Tyler’s clothes before sitting on the edge of the bed and wrapping your arms around yourself. 

Almost as soon as you sat down, you heard the front door to the motel open up. Tyler stepped into the room carrying his own bag and a couple of water bottles he must’ve grabbed for the two of you. 

“Better?” he asked, handing you one. 

You nodded and cracked it open. “Much.”

Tyler sighed before joining you on the edge of the bed. “Baby, are you sure you’re okay?” 

“I-” you started and then stopped. Your hands were shaking, but you jumped when you felt Tyler’s hand close around yours, steadying them. His touch gave you just an ounce of courage to speak. 

“It wasn’t even anything that bad–” you admitted. “I meant it earlier, you heard the worst of it… I just, I don't know, I can't explain it. But everything he said made me feel so gross… and dirty, and…” And, well, you didn’t quite know what else. Words were hard to come by tonight. 

“Oh, baby,” Tyler exhaled. He released your hand to wind his arm around your shoulders, tugging you to his chest instead.  

It wasn’t until he shushed you that you even realized you were crying, but it came out in a rush. You clung to him, instantly impressed by his ability to just make you feel so much safer. 

“I’m sorry,” you said. 

“You don’t have to be sorry,” he assured you, only squeezing tighter. 

“I don’t know why this bothered me so much–” 

“Because Anderson is an asshole and he intentionally said some gross shit to shake you up,” he answered for you. “You’re allowed to be upset by that.” 

You exhaled against his shirt, and when you licked your lips, you tasted salt. 

“I’m the sorry one,” he said. 

“What?” you shook your head. “You don’t have to be sorry–”

“I should have been there.”

“You were there,” you reminded him. “Unless I blacked out or something and I was really the one who punched him in the nose…”

Tyler chuckled softly, you felt the vibration against your chest– instantly soothing you. 

You sighed after a moment, trying to decide if you wanted to share what was really bothering you. You bit the inside of your cheek. It was so tempting to keep it to yourself, but more tempting than that was the idea of finally feeling a little more at ease again after just telling Tyler the truth. 

“I just–” you paused again. “I–” 

“Hey,” he said. You looked up at him briefly. “It’s just me.” 

That was the problem– it was Tyler. And you didn’t want Tyler thinking less of you because of what had happened. 

“I didn’t fight back,” you said quietly. “I just froze up– it was like I couldn’t even think straight. And he kept going and going, and I just stood there– taking it.”

Tyler ran his hand up and down your arm reassuringly. “What are you talking about?”

“It just felt like…” your voice tapered off. 

Tyler waited a moment before asking gently, “Like what?” 

“It just felt like I didn’t do anything to stop it,” you whispered so quietly you weren’t even sure he’d heard you. “Like I let it happen.”

“Baby,” Tyler sighed. “Baby, no. Anderson is such a jackass, it wouldn’t have mattered what you said–”

“But I could have told him to get the fuck away from me–”

“You were just trying to keep yourself safe. Baby, we can’t control how we react when we’re scared. It’s fight or flight–”

“Or freeze,” you mumbled, embarrassed. 

“Or freeze. I’m pretty sure fawning is one too, now,” he said. “But it doesn’t matter– what matters is you can’t control that you froze. Just like–”

“Just like you couldn’t control punching him in the face?” you asked. 

You glanced up just in time to see Tyler’s lips tug into a smile. “Exactly,” he said. 

“I just wish my fear reaction was a little more effective,” you pouted. “Freezing didn’t do much.”

You let your eyes fall shut when Tyler tugged you closed to his chest. “I guess it’s a good thing you have a douchebag in shining armor to come help whenever you need it,” he smirked. 

“Thanks for protecting me,” you said quietly. 

“I’ll always protect you, you know that,” he said, planting a soft kiss on the top of your head. 

You smiled against his chest. You really did know that. “And thanks for punching him in the nose.”

Tyler snorted. “Anderson’s had that coming for a long time.”

[captainamericasmotercycle]

Hellooo! I love love love your writing, you're so incredibly talented!! I just got my period and I'm in so much pain (sorry if it's tmi), but all I have on my mind is Cregan Stark (i'm obsessed) -- so I just got this idea: what if the reader is supposed to do some of her duties in Winterfell, but she just got her period? And besides the pain she's feeling, she's also disappointed she isn't pregnant yet. She doesn't want to tell Cregan how much pain she's in, knowing he's so strong and thinking he would judge her and lose respect for her, so she tries to go on with her duties, but he notices something is wrong. After he talks to her about it, and figures out what's wrong, what if he cancels all the plans of the day just to lay with her and comfort her? And she's shocked he would do something like that for her.

I'm sorry if this made you uncomfortable, and if you don't want to write it, I understand! Thank you so much!!

love love love this... as a girl with painful periods, i just need to be held. i hope i delivered well! wc: 1.2k

warnings: crying, mentions of childbearing, mentions of throwing up and bleeding, cregan is a big softie and loves his wife, cregan stark fucks (implied)

You woke up feeling the cold, empty space next to you. You blinked slowly, trying to adjust to the light. Feeling a sharp pain in your stomach, your hand shot up to it. You swung yourself out of bed quickly, running to the nearest bucket.

Your handmaiden entered just in time to see you throw up. Rushing to your side, she helped you clean up. As she helped to change your clothes, you noticed a red splotch in your small clothes.

A tear ran down your face. You had started bleeding, which meant you weren’t pregnant. For nearly a moon now, you and Cregan tried your hardest to have children, but you can see your efforts had been wasted.

“Are you alright, my lady?”

You were collapsed on the floor, you turned your head to your handmaiden, tears in your eyes, “Tell me, speak freely please… what do you think Cregan will say when he finds out I cannot make an heir for him?”

Your handmaiden was only slightly older than you, but you could tell she was full of knowledge. She was a full northerner, seeing many winters and understanding the life there. She helped to guide you through the customs of the North and had taken up a maternal role in your life.

She came down to your level, sitting down next to you, placing a hand on your back, “You are still young, Lady Stark. You have much time still. Pregnancy does not always come easy. I do not think Lord Stark will see you any differently, he married you for love, not childbearing. He will not see you as any less because you did not become with child very quickly.”

“But what if he decides that there is another lady, a northern lady, more equipped to carry his children? What if he wishes to bed another?”

“Lord Stark is the most loyal man out there. He would not break your oath of marriage because you are not pregnant yet,” she wiped your tears from your face, “You are too in your own head, my lady.”

You nodded, smiling softly, “I suppose you are right, but please do not tell him about my bleeding. I do not want him to know.”

“I think it would be best to tell him—”

“No,” you stood, wiping the dust off your gown, “And that is a command.”

Your lady stood, nodding at your request, “Whatever pleases you, Lady Stark.”

Taking a breath you walked to the doors, “I will continue with my duties today, and you will not speak of what happened this morn.”

“Of course, Lady Stark.”

Every moon you bled, there was lots of pain to follow, mostly in your stomach and sometimes in your lower back. Recently, the pain has gotten worse, almost debilitatingly so. It was not smart of you to take on more than you needed to.

You made your way around Winterfell, trying to fulfil your duties to the best of your abilities. In the kitchens, you oversaw the food preparation. During this, it was the first time the employees of your castle noticed the change in your behavior.

You walked around the kitchen when a sudden sharp pain hit your stomach. You grabbed onto the counter with one hand, and grabbed at your stomach with the other. Your face contorted in pain and a quiet hiss came out of your mouth.

Many rushed to your side, “My lady, are you alright?”

You pushed each one away, feeling the pain subside. Sucking in a sharp breath, you stood straight again, “I am fine.”

Leaving the kitchens quickly you decided to oversee the training yards, hoping not to run into your husband quite yet. You made your way to the ground level, watching a couple small children practice fighting with wooden swords.

You watched them, the slightest hint of pain ghosted along your features. You didn’t notice your husband watching your figure from behind you. He startled you, coming up to hug your waist, inadvertently causing pain to your stomach.

Wincing slightly, he buried his face into the crook of your neck, kissing you gently. You tried your hardest to hide your pain, but Cregan always knows when there is something wrong, to your dismay.

“Is there something amiss, wife?”

You removed his hands from you, turning to face him, and kissing him gently.

“Why would there be? I am here with you.”

He looked at you skeptically, but returned your kiss.

You could not let him find out about your pain, he is the strongest man you know. You feared he might think less of you if he knew of your menial pain, you are sure he has endured much worse beyond the wall or during the wintertimes.

Your husband holds great respect for the strongest of his men, so if he found out about your inability to go on with your daily chores during the time of your bleeding, he might not think you worthy of his love or respect.

“I must go, I have things to tend to around the castle.”

“You cannot take a moment away from your duties to spend with your husband?”

“Cregan, really, I should go.”

He has never seen you so hasty to leave his side. He watched as you nearly ran from him. Instead of staying put he followed behind you, ending the chase at your shared bed chambers.

He entered, nodding at the guards posted outside.

“Why do you run from me?”

You turned, wiping the tears that fell from your face, “Cregan? What are you doing here? I’m sure you have many more important matters—”

“I do not. Tell me what is the matter, my girl.”

“There is nothing,” you stepped away from him and towards your bed, holding your stomach in pain.

He noticed your actions and came to sit on the bed, “Have you started bleeding today?”

You looked away from him, embarrassed. He took you hand, “Do not shy away from me, there is nothing to be embarassed of.”

You turned to meet his eyes, “But it means I am not with child! I cannot bear an heir and I am weak with my pains. I am not deserving to even be near you.”

He looked at you with a largly concered expression, his brows were furrowed so hard they almost touched. He pulled you onto his lap, “Not deserving? If anything, it is I who is not deserving of you. I have seen many men in my times and yet none of them are as strong as you. You are bleeding from the inside and you still are trying to force yourself to do dull tasks.”

He wipes your tears, “Do not fret about carrying our child, we have only been trying for a bit of time now.”

“But I do not want to disappoint you.”

“Nothing could ever make me disappointed in you, my girl. I promise.”

You sniffled, leaning into him, “You should get back to the training yard, I’m sure your men need you more than I.”

“No. We are going to stay here today, I will tell the guards at the door to inform the rest of the castle.”

“Cregan! You cannot!”

“I can do whatever I wish, I am the Warden of the North and the Lord of Winterfell,” he smiled at you lovingly, kissing the tip of your nose.

After discarding his duties for the day, he came and layed with you in bed, snuggling up close. After your week of hells was over, it was safe to say that you did not have to worry about bleeding again for the next nine moons.

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taglist: @wolvestitches

[alexaloraetheris]

On the subject of being your own zookeeper, I've been trying it out and it WORKS. One of the obvious ways is to ask 'Have I watered/fed/medicated the beast?' and take care of those needs, and it's great, but another thing I haven't seen mentioned is the Stressors.

So, being a bio grad student, means I also know actual zoologists and zookeepers. And talking with one blew my third eye open. One of the questions the zookeeper always, ALWAYS needs to keep an eye on is 'What is stressing the beast out, and how can I remove it?'

In human terms, it's basically 'This thing is causing me a minor amount of stress, but stress is cumulative, so how many small stressors can I remove so the Big Stress doesn't drain so much of my energy?'

Say you're stressing about an exam/interview/visitors. There's ways to prepare for that, but before you get to that point you also need to look out for small stressors that add to the overall feeling of stress, and the goal is to reduce them FIRST.

Example: You have a big test and it's the day you need to take it. You are already baseline anxious about taking it, and the goal here is to stress as little as possible on the way to school.

You can't eat breakfast because you're late/nauseous? Keep small energy bars in your purse, snack on the way. Gives you a bit of sugar for your brain, doesn't take up time and always on hand. Haven't had time for coffee? Caffeine pills/espresso chocolates. It's cold/raining? Ditch your sneakers and wear rain boots and a warm coat, worry about fashion later. I even carry around a foldable cushion so I can sit while I wait for the bus without freeting my butt off. Haven't had time to brush your teeth? Gum, mints, breath fresheners. Nervous? Fidget toys. Worried about losing an umbrella? Get one of those plastic sleeves so you can put it in your purse even if it's wet. Too damn hot? Mini fan, or even a folding paper fan. Noise level grating on your nerves? Silicone earplugs, or noise-cancelling earbuds/headphones. (I have a big purse I carry all this stuff in so I don't forget, a blessing with ADHD)

Things like that. Small things to mitigate the microstressors so you arrive to your destinations with as little misery as possible.

Apply that to the rest of your life. You have to eat vegetables for your health but you hate them so damn much? Find a way to prepare them in a way that doesn't make you gag. I just throw a bag of frozen pre-chopped veggies in the pan and then throw in spices I like. If I can taste the vegetables in my veggie stir-fry, I haven't seasoned them enough.

Make little medicine bag, the size of your palm. I carry nasal degongestant spray, ibuprofen, eye drops, mini bug spray, a pad and a tampon, a few alcohol wipes and hand cream. Those tiny tester tubes of hand cream? A godsend. Adjust to your needs.

I hate washing dishes. Back hurts and my skin literally peels off my hands from the dryness. Get a bar stool and sit, wear WELL FITTED dish gloves. I got those that go all the way up my elbows in S size and now my kitchen doesn't look like a disaster.

Vacuuming is a pain? Handheld vacuum cleaner you can push around for 15 minutes every day. Expensive? Get a broom and a good dustpan. I emphasize GOOD because it does make a difference. Back hurts if you bend over? Get the dustpan with a long handle.

It's amazing how much difference it makes. Neutralize Murphy's law. A bunch of small stuff going wrong will absolutely tank your energy you need for the big stuff.

TL;DR Identify the things that cause you daily stress, find easy ways to neutralize them. Save your energy for the big stuff. There is nothing noble in suffering. Take care of your zoo animal.

And if you need it, ask for help. Zookeepers often work in pairs.

[grandeoatmilklatte]

Kinktober Day 13 🎃

Tom Riddle x Blood (630 words)

A/N: let's be real, out of all the potential kinks the HP universe men could have, this one feels the most character accurate LOL. Please ffs read the warnings on this one and feel free to skip if this is not your thing. Warnings: || NSFW || MDNI || 18+ Characters || P in V || Peri0d bl00d || yup you read that right || Tom Riddle being Tom Riddle I feel like that needs a warning in itself ||

You gently locked the Restriction Section gate as quietly as you had unlocked it, leaving your disillusionment charm set until you descended down to its lower level. Your eyes found Tom right away as he paced around the shelves impatiently. He hated tardiness, but you had a valid reason. Your period had just started hours beforehand, almost making you cancel your encounter tonight. But you didn’t want to disappoint him, fully aware of how obsessed with you he was. And quite frankly, you wanted to see him too, even though you knew you couldn’t really do much tonight. 

“I’m so sorry I’m…”

Your words were silenced immediately as he crashed his lips into yours, uninterested in your excuses tonight. The force at which he crashed into you sent you stumbling into a nearby table, a muffled squeal sounding against Tom’s lips. 

Despite the stumble, Tom’s lips remained connected to yours as if you were his source of oxygen. It was animalistic the way he grabbed at your clothes, eager to tear them off your body. Part of you was frightened by his intensity, but another, more prevalent part of you was desperate for him, heat rising in your body as he discarded your blouse to the floor, hands shooting to your hips to work off the rest of your clothes. As much as it pained you to do it, you reached for his hands, stopping his movements. An annoyed look graced his face.

“Tom, we can’t…I’m menstruating.” 

A loud cackle left his lips, leaving you confused. His hands resumed their work, maneuvering your skirt down your body. 

“Do you really think I care about that?” He sneered through gritted teeth. Quite frankly, the thought of being covered in your blood, your pure and sacred magical blood, sounded like the closest he'd ever get to heaven. The blood being from your cunt was merely an added bonus. 

Curiosity replaced your nervousness as you sat back on the table you had just bumped into and spread your legs. He was the first guy to ever be so eager to fuck you in this state, and you didn’t know what to expect. 

Tom slid into you instantly, and immediately began his assault on your body, his thrusts hard and unforgiving. As your eyes moved to meet his, you noticed that his gaze was locked on the spot where your bodies met, seemingly fascinated by the bloody mess. Although you refused to look down, still feeling slightly embarrassed, you could certainly feel the mess you were making. But watching Tom gaze down hungrily at you, completely unbothered by your blood, released any remaining inhibitions you still had. You gave into the pleasure, loud moans leaving your lips with each snap of his hips. 

You came with a shudder and a scream of Tom’s name, Tom never once stopping his movements as you orgasmed around him. He followed you off the edge moments later with a groan, releasing deep within you. Curiosity got the better of you finally, your eyes trailing down to watch him slowly pull out of you, his cock smeared with blood. Embarrassment overcame you again as your body throbbed from his absence, a combination of blood and semen beginning to drip out of you. But your embarrassment was snuffed out once more as you watched Tom’s eyes widen at the sight of you, a wicked smile forming on his face. All the while, his fingers were wrapped around his cock, further smearing your blood up and down his length. 

You couldn’t help yourself, apologizing for the mess twice while you got yourself cleaned up and dressed. Both apologies went ignored as Tom stared off into the distance, fantasizing about more opportunities where he could be covered in your pure, magical blood. 

[butwhyduh]

honestly jdk just tim drake x reader where one/or multiple of the batfam walks in?? i just find them entertaining, or they are continually being interrupted through the day!

Warning: eventual smut and Tim is done with everyone’s shit. If it’s not the end of the world, don’t call me- level done. And you can tell it’s fanfic because Tim is actually an adult.

Tim didn’t get into shows very often. He’s busy and he has a terrible habit of falling asleep after the first 10 minutes. He didn’t want to watch the show but he was tinkering with some of his tech while sitting on the couch and you put it on. And that’s how he got sucked in.

“And Daphne said yes to that? Drew is not good enough to lie to her friends over,” he said and you started telling him the backstory.

You binge watch the next few episodes to catch up to the new season. It was a fun and scandalous show, nothing like Tim’s usual picks. And he thought it was cute how animated you were when talking about the show.

“Trevor needs to get his shit together or not only is Naomi going to leave him, he’ll go to jail,” Tim said.

“Yeah but he owes the local crime boss money and he said he’d kill his family otherwise,” you countered.

“Sounds like Gotham,” Tim quipped. You lightly smacked his arm before laying your head on his shoulder and entangling your arm in his.

“That is not comforting,” you said. “Oo they’re going to tell us who took the diamonds!”

The bat phone started ringing almost off the coffee table. You groaned and let Tim go to sit up to answer that.

“The corner of 17 and Parkway? How many combatants?” He said in Bat speak. And that’s when you knew your date night was over. He hung up and turned to you looking apologetic.

“I have to go,” he said. You sighed but pulled him into a hug.

“Be safe. I’ll be here,” you said with practices familiarity. He kissed you before grabbing his stuff and leaving. He didn’t get back until hours later with some fresh bruises and a girlfriend asleep on the couch.

It was 2 days later that you tried to continue the show. Tim had told Bruce to call someone else first. The door was locked and his phone was on silence. You’d even given him some pretty good incentives if you were uninterrupted and alone after the show.

It was all of ten minutes into the continued episode with pho takeout on the way that the fire escape window opened. In flopped Nightwing covered in mud.

“No,” Tim groaned. You huffed before pausing the show. “Do you need help?”

“Only a bit,” Dick said as the understatement of the year. He let Tim look at him to find that he was leaking blood all over the carpet from a bullet wound in his thigh. “Only a graze. Do you have a bandaid?”

“Good lord,” you replied as Tim called Alfred. You quickly grabbed a towel to stop the bleeding.

It was a few hours later and a carpet cleaner before Nightwing and your carpet were patched up. By that time it was the middle of the night and you couldn’t concentrate on anything. Tim promised a date night another day.

This one was a whole week later. All of the Robins had been warned under pain of torture to not talk to Tim for that evening. Because Tim was to put it mildly, frustrated. You two hadn’t had alone time in over a week.

You started the show back up with all entrances locked and phones off. You were able to watch the next 15 minutes before you heard broken glass.

“Hey did you know your window was locked,” Superboy said standing in front of the window. Tim practically growled before pausing the show to shove Kon out the window.

“I don’t know what you need but the other members of Young Justice are available. Call them,” Tim said but it was already too late. The wind had blown into the room and it was starting to snow outside so he couldn’t exactly ignore the window. Once again date night was canceled.

Tim was so frustrated that he had dreams about you in his bed. It was almost a week later and now 3 episodes behind on the show that you had another date night. He was almost willing to skip the show entirely at this point just to have alone time.

Tim had practically threatened everyone he knew with death threats to leave you both alone.

“Someone is feeling the mode,” Bart joked.

“You mean, someone needs to get laid,” Kon added.

“At this point, yes! I don’t want to see, hear, or think of either of you tonight. Unless it’s the  apocalypse, then I don’t want to even know about it,” he growled. The two other heroes howled with laughter as he left.

You could tell Tim was distracted and preoccupied by the way his hand gripped and squeezed your thigh. He gave you frequent kisses between scenes. As the episode ended, Tim pounced.

“Tim!” You gasped as he pushed you to lay on the couch before the credits were even done. It turned to a moan as his hand slid between your thighs to rub you through your panties.

“It’s been way too long,” he groaned as he kissed down your throat. He was almost never this aggressive and it was dizzying. He pushed your panties to the side to finger you.

“Oh fuck,” you gasped as he hit deep inside you. His hips rubbed his hard cock against you. He pulled at your shirt with one hand.

“Take it off,” he groaned with impatience. Before you had even gotten the fabric over your head, he had attacked your chest. Pulling a nipple into his mouth and sucking hard while fingering you thoroughly had you whimpering.

You shoved down his pants to grasp him in a loose fist. Tim rutted into your hand while sloppily kissing across your chest.

“Please, want you,” you whined and he wasted no time sliding in. Your back arched with a gasp. His arm reached behind your back and Tim took his time with long deep strokes.

This pleasure cycle couldn’t last forever and you both finished far too soon. Tim kissed you softly and gently.

“We can continue this later. I think the food is here,” he said.

“Sounds good,” you said adjusting your clothes and sitting up. “I’ll be right back,” you added as you went to clean up.

Tim answered the door in his messied hair and haphazardly placed clothes. Instead of the food delivery guy, it was Jason standing with his food box. Tim frowned.

“What do you want?”

“Pizza anyone?”

“Leave,” tim growled, taking the box. Jason laughed.

“Interrupting something?” Tim almost slammed the door in his face. “Hey, I just need keys to the Robin motorbike,” Jason added. “Oh I didn’t know you watched that show. Can you believe that in last week’s episode, it was the mom all along. Wild hu?”

Tim sighed before throwing the keys at Jason. “Go away.” He slammed the door.

“Well that sucks,” you said across the room.

Tim locked the door and sat the pizza box on the table. “I’m gonna be honest, and that is that I really just want to finish what we started before pizza. I’m not picky where.”

You laughed before letting him grab you fireman style over his shoulder to drag you into the bedroom. There was no way you were answering the door after that.

[ilikebookssomuch]

TW: little bit of suicide mention

Is anybody going to mention the fact that in book 1, the neverseen would've faked suicide for Sophie's abduction? Imagine how much worse it would be if everyone thought she really felt terrible enough to take her own life? Grady, Edaline and maybe Biana might have shattered from the guilt (canceling the adoption, being forced into friendship). Shannon is on another level of pain for her characters. Not to mention, Fitz might have broken as well, and then she wouldn't be able to call for help. And poor Keefe. He would feel awful, and his parents likely would tell him to "man up" or some crap like that. Sorry for being sad, but I wanted to say it.

[wosoamazing]

The Birth

Warnings: Premature, Emergency C-Section, Emergency Hysterectomy, Bleeding, Ambulances, Hospitals, please let me know if anything else.

A/N: This isn't super happy but it has a happy ending (overall). Also decided to release this a bit earlier than tonight…

Katie woke up during the night to an indescribable pain, she felt like her uterus was contracting whilst she also felt a stabbing pain at the same time, and with every beat of her heart it felt like her abdomen was filling up. The pain was something else, it was a new level, if she had to rate it, it would probably sit at a 100/10. She rolled around trying to get comfortable but she couldn’t so she woke Caitlin up. “Cait.” Katie cried out, Caitlin immediately woke to the sound, “Something is wrong. It hurts. Really bad, and it feels like my water broke or something” Katie said out of breath due to the pain. Caitlin pulled back the covers to see a pool of blood between Katie’s legs. “Shit” she mumbled under her breath, not allowing herself to panic. She placed a hand on Katie’s shoulder, and gave her a soft warm smile.

“Babe, I think we should call an ambulance, but first do you want to stay here or move to sit somewhere else?” Caitlin felt her heart rate increase with every millisecond as she tried to suppress her ever growing fear and panic, needing to stay strong for Katie.

“Floor?” “Yeah sure let me just get some towels,” Caitlin replied hoping she suppressed the shakiness of her voice enough, she sprinted down the hall and grabbed some towels, coming back quickly laying them on the floor, before helping Katie out of the bed and onto the floor, practically holding Katies body weight as she slightly swayed. Caitlin began to dial 999 as Katie whimpered out “Cait, I-” “Are you going to be sick? Pass out?” Katie just shrugged in defeat, Caitlin quickly grabbed the bucket just around the corner from the bathroom and placed it in front of Katie, crouching down next to her, wrapping an arm around her body to hold her up and also comfort her. Just as Caitlin connected with a dispatcher, Katie threw up, Caitlin was rubbing Katie’s back as she spoke to the dispatcher.

Not even five minutes after she had connected with the dispatcher the paramedics arrived, there was an emergency response team and a normal team, they worked quickly on Katie, whose condition worsened by the second, whilst all Caitlin could do was stand there and watch, feeling helpless, she couldn't help but let a small amount of the panic and fear to bubble over, causing a few tears to leave her eyes. She knew something was seriously wrong, the towels were drenched in blood after only a few minutes.

One of the paramedics came over to Caitlin “They are going to get her onto the stretcher and you’re going to come with me, so we are ready to leave as soon as they are.” Caitlin nodded, and quickly grabbed their phones from the night stand, as they walked towards the door the paramedic stopped, “are these the house keys?” Caitlin tried to speak but she couldn’t so she just nodded, “I’ll put them in the door, they’ll lock up as they are bringing her out” a pained yelp was heard from the bedroom, causing yet another tear to fall from Caitlin’s eyes, “It’s okay honey, they are taking care of her.”

_____

“What’s happening?” Viv and Beth said as they walked in, Caitlin had called Steph straightaway, and Steph met her at the hospital. She messaged Viv and Beth to cancel their coffee and dog walk tomorrow morning not knowing how long she would be at the hospital for. Beth had been awake and saw message deciding immediately that they would come to the hospital too.

“We don’t know,” Steph replied, looking down at caitlin to check on her, she was resting on Steph’s shoulder, her face was tearstained and her eyes red and puffy, she also had a constant look of panic, concern and terror on her face.

“She woke up and said something was wrong and it hurt and she was bleeding, like heaps, so we called the ambulance and as I connected she threw up, I honestly thought she would pass out, but the ambulance came insanely quickly and they got her loaded up. I sat in the front of the ambulance and when we showed up there were like heaps, I mean heaps of doctors at the door waiting for her, and they took her through immediately. I was directed to wait here and they would come update me, when they had an update, if they had an update” Caitlin said in shock. Both women nodded before moving towards the two Aussies. Beth sat down next to Caitlin, and placed a hand on her thigh, letting her know they were there for her, Viv sat next to Beth. 

A little while later a doctor came in, and took Caitlin to a more private room, before giving her an update.

“Baby is healthy, doing excellently. Due to her prematurity, she is in the NICU, but she is excelling at all the standard tests and exceeding expectations, which is absolutely amazing to see. So she is just in the special care unit. Katie is in recovery she is doing good, she lost a lot of blood so she had to have a transfusion, we also had to do an emergency hysterectomy to stop the bleeding, she will be in the hospital for at least a week but it could be longer,” 

“Can I see her?” “I will get a nurse to take you up to the NICU, yo-” “No Katie, I can’t see our little girl without her, that wouldn’t be right” “I’m sorry but you won't be able to see Katie for another hour or so,” Caitlin nodded glumly before following the nurse up to the NICU.

_____

Caitlin had just finished visiting you, she expected you to be more fragile than you were, she had mentioned to the doctors that throughout the pregnancy everyone was saying you were developing quicker than expected, and whether that was why you looked good for a 32 weeker, the neonatologist informed her that you were in fact 35 weeks not 32 weeks, they had started counting the weeks from the confirmed result not the transfer day. He also informed Caitlin that due to this mistake he had to ‘report’ the clinic, but reassured her that Katie and Caitlin would not be involved in this report in any way, which made Caitlin slightly relieved. She decided to call Jonas quickly before going up to visit Katie.

Caitlin: Jonas I need to take some time off, Kati-

Jonas: Absolutely Caitlin, Steph messaged me, she only told me that something happened and she asked if she could have the day off to be there for you. Please take as much time off as you need, we will work around the both of you, and we will follow your lead. In terms of Katie’s recovery, is that something she will be doing with us?

Caitlin: Um, I haven’t spoken to her yet but I would assume so, if you want we can arrange a meeting for like a week, over the phone obviously, we will know more in a week, in terms of the recommendations for getting back and stuff.

Jonas: Yes of course Caitlin, I can arrange that for you. Also, are both of them okay? You don’t have to say anything if you don't want to.

Caitlin: Yes, they are, she was born, which makes her early, and they actually had to do an emergency hysterectomy on Katie but in the long run they should both be okay, and Katie should have no further complications.

Jonas: Caitlin, I’m so sorry to hear that, please know that the club will be here to support you both if you ever need anything. If you don’t have anything else to say, I’m happy to let you go as I’m sure you want to get back to your family.

Caitlin: Um, just one more thing, because I know Katie will ask, in terms of the fans and the media, um, well-

Jonas: The club is happy to release a statement on behalf of you both, we can just say personal reasons or if you want to say more, it's totally up to you, and no rush to make a decision, if there are questions on Sunday when the game comes around, we can say as little as you weren't available for selection.

Caitlin: Okay thank you Jonas, I’ll talk to you later. Bye

Jonas: Bye

_____

Caitlin walked into Katie’s room, to find her lying in her bed awake, Caitlin’s heart melted, she had not expressed it but she had been so scared of losing Katie, so to see her awake albeit slightly groggy filled her heart. A few soft tears rolled down her face as she walked to sit on the chair that was placed near Katie’s head.

“I love you, Katie, I’m so glad you are still here.” The Australian said as she leant over and placed a soft kiss on her girlfriend's lips.

“Have you seen her?” Caitlin nodded “How is she?”

“She is very cute, looks just like you. Our little girl. They don’t know when she will be allowed to go home but she is doing great, h-” “I’m sorry” Katie cut of Caitlin, the overwhelming feeling of guilt building up inside of her.

“None of this is your fault, you did nothing wrong, okay, you need to understand that. We did, you did everything right, we couldn’t have seen this coming and we couldn’t have done anything to stop it from happening, and I just want you to know that I am going to be by your side every single little step of the way. I told Jonas that I needed some time off and he said that I could take as long as I need. We are going to get through this together, and face any challenges that come our way together, okay. I love you so much” 

“Some of the girls are here by the way, in the waiting room, I told them to go but they insisted on staying.”

“Oh, have they seen her?” Katie’s heart broke a little at the thought of her teammates seeing you before she did.

“No, only I have. Our little lion cub does need a name though.” “Can we think about that tomorrow?” Katie asked as her head dropped back against the bed in exhaustion. 

“Well I was actually thinking about Y/N, I think it suits her well.” Caitlin said smirking as she saw Katie open her eyes, knowing very well she had just caved in, allowing Katie to win the 5 month long fight they had been having, but Katie deserved it, and truth be told you did suit Y/N.

“Really?” “Of course babe, how bout you get some sleep. But just remember I love you” she said, placing a kiss on Katie’s lips, who smiled before quickly falling asleep.

Caitlin sent a message to Steph, before she sent one to Beth and Viv, thanking them for being there, and giving them an update, before she decided to try and get some more sleep herself.

[riyangiis]

flowers for you ! ─ han yujin

you've had a crush on yujin for so long, you just gave up on trying anything because you're nowhere near his level. but rumors started to go around about him and another idol in your school, you couldn't help but be jealous.

pairing , han yujin x reader

warnings , idol!classmate!yujin, idol! oc, rushed..

𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 !

han yujin, a name known all around your school. insanely talented, unbelievably attractive, his whole existence is precious, and so many more. you were absolutely nowhere near his level. he's adored by many and probably has his own group of admirers.

you know there are so many other talented people like him in your school, so you don't even bother and try to get him to notice you unlike delusional daydreamers who can't seem to catch a break.. chocolates here, letters there.. you just sort of ignore him the whole time to ease the pain of knowing that there isn't a single chance of him liking you back.

just one thing caught your attention, seo jiwon. she's the rising star of the infamous group starlinx. the frequently praised and adored, the super talented maknae, the drop-dead gorgeous girl. she was exactly what you were scared of.

jiwon's had her own share of admirers too, but rumors started going around stating that yujin and jiwon have a thing for each other after a fan recorded their interaction in school. it's nothing really, socializing at it's finest. but fans started realizing how 'good' the both of them would be for each other. you felt a little bit of jealousy bubble up at the thought.

nevermind. articles like k-daily use their aesthetic and unique style more than the main focus of the entire website. so it shouldn't matter at all, right? maybe. you snapped out of your thoughts and went to a specific app to see other's opinion on this. you scrolled on twitter and find some tweets about the whole situation.

this whole idea may sound stupid, but you really thought of fully ignoring both jiwon and yujin as if you were only able to sneak a few glances with them whenever you got lucky. give up.. it's not like they will notice and as if it's gonna do anything major.. (maybe)

you turned your phone off and started getting comfortable in your bed, trying to get some sleep. all you could think about was yujin, jiwon, yujin, jiwon, it was suffocating. if anything you should be drowning in your soft bed and get some sleep, not drown in those stupid thoughts.

what should you do tomorrow? just let them be? safest option but your intrusive thoughts or your heart will never agree to that. be mean to them? might get cancelled by their fans around the school. fully ignore them and act like they never existed and dodge every option that leads to them? maybe.

"gosh jiwon, no wonder people called you helpful."

yujin sighed and dropped the notepad with a million ideas to make the first move. for who you ask? you'll see. he checked each page to see how many recommendations jiwon did with a whole lot of research about what that lucky person likes and possibly wants in a guy.

"how do you even do this?"

yujin's face was full of shock and wonder, jiwon smirked and looked and yujin's reaction in satisfaction. she snatched the notepad and flipped every page to boost her ego a little bit more.

"hey, it's me, the super wonderful maknae, jiwon! you'll never get anything wrong with me around!"

"i don't understand how you're good at this more than taking simple notes and putting the teacher's lectures to use."

jiwon slowly looked at yujin to create a more dramatic effect, she stared at him as if she just failed her exams. yujin just sits there confused.

"was i wrong?"

jiwon smacked yujin in his shoulder playfully and made sure he wasn't hurt at all, yujin acted as if he just got shot and played along with her.

"all we need to do is focus on the main thing, get [name] to like you and not get scolded or caught."

a camera from afar failed to hear their conversation and just snapped a picture of yujin and jiwon at the back of the school, jiwon seemed to notice an awkward presence and looked around in her surroundings, yujin followed. the person slowly walked away without the both of them knowing that they pretty much screwed their plan up. a little bit i guess.

the bell rings, a few people sigh after getting tired of hearing the teacher's boring lesson in mathematics. everyone grabbed their bags and rushed out of the classroom. jiwon and yujin involved. jiwon sneakily watched the both of you exit the room, why do you look more gloomy than usual? yujin hold the chocolates in his hand feeling a little nervous, he walked up to you and tapped your shoulder, you continue walking.

"hello?"

you continue walking.

"i'm busy."

he tried to catch up and stopped in front of you. in which you tried to pass by him, is anything wrong? you usually tried to greet him but his fans were always near him that time. he gently pulled you to a private spot and held you as if you were delicate. you blushed at the thought, but snapped out of it.

"what is it that you want?"

"i was about to ask if we could hang out for lunch, since you were busy i just wanted to give you these."

yujin opened his hand that had pieces of your favorite chocolate inside. you slowly took them and kept them inside your pocket. he knew what you liked?

"wait.. why are you giving me this?"

oh, yujin didn't think about that. he tried to brush it off with a pretty bad excuse.

"i always saw you buy them in the store or eat them at least once a day. and you're really kind to me and treat me like a normal person instead of some deity.. i just wanted to give you these as a thank you.."

yujin nervously looks down at the floor with his face fully red. he tries to cover his blushy state with one hand but you noticed right away.

"i.. thank you, i don't really know what to say. don't hide yourself, yujin. you look so cute right now."

you teased him and removed his hand covering his face and held it. you remembered that he asked you to hang out with him, you can't miss that opportunity.

"uh, also, we can hang out another time if you want? i can ditch my friends-"

"what? no need to ditch your plans.. that's pretty ridiculous to do for someone you only interacted with a few times.."

"someone? you're the han yujin! even if i tell my friends they will probably get it.."

there goes your blushing yujin again. he's all giggly as well, you could honestly ditch everything just to see yujin blushing. maybe that's just how adorable he is.

"maybe we can hang out at the park, if you're free at saturday?"

and there it is. you finally got to have a pretty long conversation with him, is this a dream? whatever. you just had to get prepared for saturday, get your best outfit, maybe prepare incase anything happens.

"what do you mean you're gonna hang out with someone?"

gyuvin asks yujin confused, they had a packed up schedule and this is the first time yujin was able to hang out with someone.

"are they special? what did they do for that hang out? is it jiwon asking you to do your 'secret sessions'? what is it??"

gosh, gyuvin really sounds like a curious mother. curiosity kills the cat (ricky) you know? (probably why he's really curious)

"hyung, calm down. were only studying for a quiz.."

yujin looked down on the floor knowing he messed up big time, that horrible excuse did not do anything but peak gyuvin's curiosity more.

"a quiz?? you can ask hao hyung for help.. or maybe gunwook.. what is it that you need help for?? are you hiding something from me??"

yujin inhaled and tried to explain to gyuvin about everything.

"uhm.. iwantedtoaskjiwonforhelpbecauseilikesomeoneandiwantedtomakethefirstmovesoiaskedthemtohangoutwithmenowweregoingtotheparkonsaturdaybutidon'tknowwhattodo."

gyuvin's brain was processing on what yujin just said. holy, his son is a rapper too?

"wait wait, YOU LIKE SOMEONE??????"

gyuvin shouted out loud enough for the other members to hear.

"be quiet!"

hanbin, zhanghao, and ricky scolded gyuvin for #1 being too loud, #2 disrupting hao's precious beauty sleep, and #3 ricky just wants to scold gyuvin. gyuvin's jaw is still on the floor after what yujin just said. him? liking someone? his son is growing up?

"wait, i have an idea."

gyuvin dragged ricky and hanbin to a flower shop and asked hanbin which one should yujin pick for his.. crush..

"what are their preferences anyway?"

yujin looked around and spotted a bouquet full of pink tulips.

"this, i once saw in their instagram post that they liked pink tulips."

ricky looked at the price and the quality of the flowers. hanbin seemed impressed by yujin.

"pink tulips.. affection, caring, good wishes, and love.. not as deep at red tulips, which is good because you guys are still kids. impressive yujin."

ricky grabbed the bouquet and his wallet to pay for it. they walked out of the store and talked about what yujin should do on the way back to the dorms.

(i cant add more pics so pretend this is a divider)

it's saturday, you decided to pick a casual but good-looking outfit. you tried to look as presentable as you can, you're literally gonna hang out with an idol. yujin probably has better things to do.

you walked all the way to the park and waited for yujin to meet you at the spot you both agreed on. you waited for a little while until a familiar voice called your name. yujin walked up to you holding something behind his back with that cute smile he has.

"what's that behind your back?"

he slowly revealed the bouquet of pink tulips. you got flustered and took the bouquet, the price tag was still attached, it looks pretty expensive for flowers.. you looked at yujin in shock, how did he know? he just smiled in satisfaction. it's obvious that you love his gift.

"flowers, for you."

[back2bluesidex]

Welcome To My Favorite Place ✨

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Themes:

Angst - 💔, Fluff - 💖, Smut - 💋

KNJ

Series/Drabble-series/Twoshots

None yet.

Oneshots

Next level, space level 💋💔

Summary: How can Namjoon deny you when you are ready to give yourself to him?

2. Forbidden 💋

Summary: You know it's forbidden but you don't care, not when your professor is more than ready to ruin you.

3. Bus Ride 💋💖

Summary: Namjoon has a massive crush on his coworker and it takes all his self control to survive a bus-ride with her.

4. Seven Minutes 💔

Summary: Namjoon goes around the world in a day in just seven minutes.

Drabbles

Idol!Namjoon X Author!Reader (Meet cute)

Lover - (Fluff)

Enchanted - (Angst with happy ending)

KSJ

Series/Drabble-series/Twoshots

Taste of a Poison [Twoshot] 💔💋

Summary: Relationship with Seokjin is as toxic as it is addictive.

Part 1 , Part 2 [Discontinued]

Oneshots

Wanna be yours 💖💋

Summary: A peaceful, dreamless sleep is all you wanted after a long and boring office party but life has different plans and that plan includes the CEO of your company.

2. 20 Years Late 💔💖

Summary: Seokjin could count on his fingers the things that haven't changed within these 20 years of his life, and one of those is you..

Drabbles

By the Sea - (fluff)

You Belong with Me - (Fluff)

Broken Heart Over Whiskey Glass - (Angst)

Meanie - (Smut)

MYG

Series/Drabble-series/Twoshots

1. Slide 💔💋 [Drabble series] (Ongoing)

Summary: 

"I can see the pain in your eyes I don't wanna say that I'm God, but I'll take you to heaven if you die"  

Alternatively, 

You would go back in time and fall in love with Yoongi over and over and over again even after knowing that he would never once be yours in any of the timeline.

Oneshots

Call Me Oppa 💋💖

Summary: Yoongi has a weird kink... Maybe you'll find it out soon enough.

2. Haegeum 💋

Summary: Banning Yoongi from your bar has its own consequences.

3. Spotlight 💔💖

Summary: No matter how much you run away from Yoongi, Yoongi always comes right back to you.

4. Give Me A Taste 💋

Summary: Yoongi is down bad for you, he has been missing your taste crazily. Thanks to unexpected turns of events and a cancelled show, he can finally satiate his hunger for you.

5. One of the Girls 💋

Summary: Min Yoongi has been threatening your father. But that's not the problem. The problem is that you wanna get fucked by him.

Drabbles

Best friend!Yoongi X Fem!Reader (Angst)

Delicate - (Implied SMUT, Fluff)

Great War - (Angst)

Girl Crush - (Angst)

JHS

Series/Drabble-series/Twoshots

I Fell First but He Fell Harder [Series](Completed) 💔💖💋

Summary: You have been with Him since the beginning. To you he was the only person that existed in the world, in your world. But to him, you are another pair of hands that clapped after each of his performance. Will it change when you secure a job in his dancing academy?

2. Broken Glock [Series] (Completed) 💔💖💋

Summary: Hoseok is cold hearted, that's what everyone says. He is made of stone, no emotion runs through his veins, everyone believes it. Everyone but you. Because you have seen concern in his eyes and felt warmth in his touches. You have seen the real him, someone he doesn't acknowledge to be. And that's what has made you fall for him even though you believe you are nothing but a paid employee to him. But the reality is different. You're the only one that makes Hoseok a sane human being, he loves you with all of his heart, so much so that now he has started pushing you away from him to keep you protected from any harm. But will you two survive without each other? What if you can't? And what if you won't?

3. Dear Darling [Mini Series] 💔💋

Summary: After his bride flees from his clutches and reaches the realm of mortals to reunite with her lover - Hoseok has no choice but to chase her. Upon his arrival to the land of obnoxious humans, he crosses paths with you. You are a small, driven mortal who walks with a load of despair on her back. You are nothing but a delicious meal to him and he wants nothing more than to suck your life out of you, find his runaway wife and return to his kingdom. But much to his dismay, you ruin his plans, make him do what he never imagined doing in 600 years of his life - like making him fall in love and keeping him bound to you.

Oneshots

1. Attention 💋

Summary: A very jealous Hoseok fucks you into oblivion.

2. Fleeting [Birthday special] 💔💋

Summary: It's his birthday and you got a surprise for him but maybe not of the good kind.

3. Let's get engaged [Enlistment Special] 💖

Summary: Hoseok is enlisting but he has some pending works to complete beforehand.

4. Not Jealous 💋

Summary: You know Hoseok is sulking and you know how to cheer him up.

5. Cold war 💔💋

Summary: In which Hoseok fucks you for all the time he has lost due to his own mistakes.

6. Soju Bomb 💋

Summary: Hoseok doesn't like soju usually, but he discovers he likes the taste when the drink is spilled on your body.

7. Fool's Gold 💔

Summary: Falling for Jung Hoseok is... Fool's Gold.

8. Not a Dream 💔💖 (Please don't read it. It's my very first fic and it's very cringe! I, myself, don't like it.)

Summary: She thinks she is not good enough for him. She thinks she has nothing to offer. But she doesn't know she is all he wants. But why?

9. Your Lips, My Lips - Apocalypse 💔💋

Summary: You are lonelier than anyone he has ever witnessed. Your loneliness comes with an intensity that matches his, maybe that’s why he is so attracted to you? Maybe that’s why he wants to give you his final moments of existence?

10. Heeled Boots 💋

Summary: A little something about Hoseok's heeled boots from MAMA 2022.

11. Closure [Discharge special]💔💖

Summary: If the highest degree of love had a name - it would be termed as Jung Hoseok in your story.

Drabbles

Teardrops - (Angst with an open ending)

Afterglow - (Angst with happy ending) [A Girl Crush followup drabble]

PJM

Series/Drabble-series/Twoshots

Lightning [Mini-Series] 💋💖

Summary: You don't understand why you find Park Jimin everywhere you go. Also, why his eyes stay only on you.

1.1 Like Crazy - A lightning sequel 💋💖

Summary: Jimin wants to make you his and he will get in done tonight.

2. Oh So Reluctant [Twoshot] 💔💋💖

Summary: For the past eleven months that you have been married to Park Jimin, he has not looked at you the way he has been doing today. And there is sinister in his eyes.

Part 1, Part 2

Oneshots

1. 25 and Virgin 💋

Summary: You are 25 and virgin but maybe your crush slash senior Park Jimin can change that tonight.

Drabbles

Wildest Dreams - (Angst)

Cruel Summer - (Fluff)

KTH

Series/Drabble-series/Twoshots

None Yet

Oneshots

Baggage 💔

Summary: After six months of parting your ways from each other, Taehyung receives your handwritten letter. An unexpected one.

2. Like a Brother 💋

Summary: Taehyung has always been someone out of your league. Honestly, he isn't even your type. But that doesn't mean you haven't felt weak at times.

Drabbles

Rainy Day [A Baggage Drabble] 💔

Snow on the Beach - (Fluff)

JJK

Series/Drabble-series/Twoshots

Trouble [Twoshot] 💋

Summary: It's not that you don't like your hot rommmate, you just choose to stay away.

1.1. Trouble 2 💋

Summary: It's not that you don't like your hot rommmate, you just choose to stay away.

2. Novice 💋💖

Summary: The need of some extra money lands on you a weird job. But you are not complaining, not when you get to fuck Jeon Jungkook.

2.1. We Need Practice 💋💖

Summary: Jungkook wants you to ride him and you are too bad at that.

Oneshots

1. Desire 💋

Summary: Jungkook hates you, you hate Jungkook but sometimes desire is more important than hatred.

2. Monitoring Duty 💖

Summary: You are tasked with monitoring Jungkook's weverse live tonight, which starts with you trying to shove ramyeon down your throat and ends with Jungkook confessing that he likes you too.

3. Seven Days a Week 💋

Summary: Jungkook promised himself that he will be fucking you right seven days a week.

4. Bad Idea 💋

Summary: Accepting Jungkook's invitation to watch him train topless was such a bad idea.

5. In Motion 💋

Summary: You are finally letting Jungkook set everything in motion. And he is more than happy to show you what he has to offer.

6. Standing Next to You 💋💔💖

Summary: Your and Jungkook's relationship is all about dark rooms, shadows, rendezvous and secrecy. It pains you to even think that you can't claim him as yours in front of the world. But Jungkook is always there to set your fears free because he loves you even more than you love him.

7. Closer To You 💔💋

Summary: You know that you and Jeongguk are completely different individuals from every possible aspect, and there is no future of this relationship but you can’t push him away, not when he only wants to come closer to you.

8. Darling, can I be your favorite? 💋

Summary: Your close friend bagged a hot boyfriend. And that said boyfriend is more interested in you than her.

9. Gin and Tonic (ft. Kim Mingyu) 💋

Drabbles

Summary: If Jungkook is pungent as Gin then you need Mingyu as Tonic water to soothe your throat.

10. Poison 💋💔

Summary: In this world where being loved by the person you love is rare - being touched by them is a luxury. You will allow yourself this luxury tonight.

Idol!Jungkook X Reader (Establish relationship, fluff)

The Way I Loved You - (Angst with happy ending)

Gorgeous - (SMUT)

Tolerate it - (Angst)

Return the Favor - (SMUT)

Fortnight - (Fluff)

OT7/Multiple Members

Series/Drabble-series/Twoshots

Where Do Broken Hearts Go? - ft. JJK & JHS 💔💋💖 [Series] (completed)

Summary: Jungkook stripped your emotions naked, left you bare in the chilly wind of despair and self-doubt with an unending heartache. You tried your hardest to move on from him, to live for yourself but failed miserably. Each night you had to come back to your empty home where memories and broken dreams were scattered all around the floor, until one day a little angel and her unbelievably beautiful father came into your life. Finally, when you find yourself healing, maybe falling too, Jungkook had to show up! Again!

2. Hard Luck - ft. JJK & KTH 💖💋 [Series] (Paused)

Summary: You have a good face, a nice body, a fat amount saved in your secondary bank account, a stable job that you love, loving friends and family, you are good in bed. You have almost everything other than a good luck in love. Sleeping around with random dudes don’t feel enough when your friends are getting married and having kids. If you are being honest, you have started getting bored of this prolonged singlehood already.  Your last light of hope fades away when your work crush, aka the hot guy from the legal department, Kim Taehyung (with whom you might or might not have slept once, okay! twice!), asks you to set him up with your work best friend (who, apparently, is the most asked out woman of the company). But what you don’t know is that the CEO of the company has taken a liking to you and has set out on a mission of winning your heart.  But wait… Taehyung might have started developing feelings for you in the process of receiving your help!!!

Oneshots

1. Best Fucking Friends - JHS & PJM 💋

Summary: Guess, your dumbass ex-boyfriend did the right thing for once by dumping you. Your best friends are more than happy to fuck you into oblivion.

2. The More, The Merrier- KTH & JJK 💋

Summary: Taehyung should definitely feel angry or at least disappointed seeing you already trying to sleep with someone else, that too, his best friend. However, what he feels is insanely turned on.

Drabbles

Happily Ever After - KNJ & JHS (Angst)

*Disclaimer: All the pictures are taken from internet and pinterest (ktvjeon). I don't own the edits.

[mik0rin]

are we still friends? status: pending…

kuroo tetsuro x black fem reader genre: college au, angst w/ happy ending, childhood best friends to strangers to best friends to lovers, smut (eventual) warnings: cussing, really bad case of pride word count: 2,453

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A familiar ringtone pierces through the silence of your bedroom and you roll over with a groan, your hand fumbles across your nightstand as you look for the device. Once you find it, you answer it without checking and sit up. 

Sleep fogs your brain and coats your voice, “Hello?” 

“Hey.” 

The person on the other end resonates with a part of your heart that hasn’t been active for a while. And as the sleep starts to fade away, your brain finally connects the ringtone and the voice. 

“Tetsuro?” You can hear his breath hitch and faint noise coming from his TV, but you’re still confused. It’s 2 a.m. and it’s been two years since you last had a full conversation with him. 

“Hey,” He repeats.

You don’t respond and he doesn’t say anything else. The silence is awkward with a twinge of former comfortability. 

It never used to be like this. The silence was never uncomfortable and your phone calls were full of energy that comes from friendships with the strongest bonds. But now it seems like everything has fizzled out and you’re only left with fading memories. 

What happened to the two of you? 

The easiest and least painful answer is to blame it on college (especially since you don’t go to the same one)  on a new and challenging environment. And it’s natural for friends to drift apart in this stage of life but it’s something you thought you two were immune to, and why wouldn’t you be? Your friendship was eight years in the making at the time, and you understood one another on a level that was otherworldly. But no one is immune to time; it’s the cruelest element of life because it's the only thing you always lose and never gain back. 

And the more painful answer, the one the two of you didn’t want to address because it means facing your pride and those haunting thoughts in the back of your mind. During the height of the tensions between the two of you; the missed calls and canceled hangouts, both of your emotions that could easily be simplified into stress and the need to see your best friend, came out in a way that was angry and hurtful. 

You barely remember what you said to each other but you remember that it was mean and nasty, nothing like the tender or playful way you usually spoke to each other. And when you hung up neither of you said anything to each other, you were waiting for the other to concede. That stretched into days, weeks, months of not talking, and then suddenly it seemed shameful to even say anything at all. 

So you didn’t.

And now here you are. 

You shift the phone to your other ear, pushing those memories out of your mind, and break the silence with a soft, “What’s up?”

Kuroo lets out a nervous laugh, “Happy 10th friendversary.” 

You let out a quiet laugh, somewhere between disbelief and shame. 

You forgot. 

“I haven’t heard that in a minute.” 

“Yea, it’s been a while hasn't it?” 

You chuckle awkwardly, unsure of what to say next, and as you think about what your conversations used to sound like, your mind is suddenly flooded with memories of what you used to do every year on this eventful day. 

“I wonder if that older lady who worked at the ice cream shop is still there?” 

“She always gave me a hard time, always telling me that a man is responsible for paying for things.” Kuroo huffs, even though he always paid for you. 

“Remember when she flung a cone at you because you forgot your wallet that one year?” You laugh, the memory replaying in your head. 

“Bro, I was so pissed! I was picking crushed waffle crumbs out of my hair at the arcade.” 

Tears well up in your eyes, your stomach clenching at your attempt at keeping your giggles silent, “And that random mom thought you had lice!” 

“She didn’t think I had lice. You fake screamed ‘LICE’ and started to back away from me.” 

You feign innocence, but that teasing tone is still evident in your words. “Are you sure? I don’t remember that.”

Tetsuro rolls his eyes, not caring that you can’t see him. “I wonder how you conveniently never remember anything… it’s like that huge head of yours is going to waste.” 

You sputter, “Hey! Don’t start. My head is normal-sized, thank you very much. Which cannot be said about those flippers you have for feet.”

Kuroo gasps and a giggle leaves your lip at his dramatics. 

He’s always like this. 

“That only means my di-”

You interrupt him immediately, “Ew, Tetsu! How many times have I told you I don’t need that image in my head?” 

He chuckles, and you can practically envision the smirk that paints his face right now. “Probably as many times as girls have told me that I’m the best they ever had.” 

“Okay, so never.” 

“You suck.”

“And-” 

“Do not put that disgusting image in my head, Y/N.” 

The two of you bust out into a fit of laughter, the previous awkwardness gone like it was never there in the first place. But, something lingers in the back of your mind; there has to be a reason for him to call, especially at 2 a.m. on a Wednesday night. 

You let your laugh fade out before getting a bit serious, “Are you gonna tell me what's wrong? And before you say ‘nothing,’ I know you, so don’t even think of lying.” 

Do you really know him anymore? 

You’re running off knowledge and emotions from a time when you were inseparable. You have no clue what he’s like now, and you want to hope he’s the same Tetsu who taunts and teases you like no tomorrow but two years is a long time. And it provides a lot of room for change. 

Your friendship is a prime example of that. 

However, Kuroo is unwavering when it comes to certain things and he does the same shaky sigh whenever he’s emotional. 

“I’m just worried.” 

“Worried about what? Volleyball?” 

“I quit volleyball.” He mutters and you almost fall out of your bed. 

“You what?!?” You scream but quickly quiet down, praying you didn’t wake up your roommate down the hall. 

He shrugs his shoulders, “It’s not a big deal, I wasn’t feeling it anymore.” 

You shake your head violently, if there was one thing that boy loved besides his family and friends, it was that damn sport. 

“Oh, that’s bullshit. Did you get hurt?”

There’s genuine concern in your voice and Kuroo feels pathetic, how does he tell you the real reason he quit? 

His voice is so small and it borders the line of broken “No.” 

“Then what is it, Tetsuu? I know you didn’t want to go pro but you always said you wanted to play until you graduate college.”

You’re met with no verbal answer, only something that sounds like a sniffle that comes right before the tears. And your heart breaks- no, it shatters like fine china and you wish you could wrap your arms around him. 

“You don’t have to answer, you know?”

Your words are the perfect mix of soft, sweet, and understanding; and Kuroo missed this so much. 

He misses you. 

And he wants to answer, he really does. 

Tetsuro wants to tell you that he began to feel this overwhelming loneliness; that regardless of the bonds he created with his teammates it wasn’t the same. All his wins didn’t feel like how they used to, and his losses only hurt so much more. Kuroo knew the reason why he felt so empty: his heart had developed a void that only one person could fill. 

“If it isn’t volleyball, then what is it? A girlfriend?” You tease, trying to lighten the mood.

“I don’t have a girlfriend.” 

“Not surprised.”

Kuroo lets out a very offended, “Hey!” 

You ignore him even though you want to laugh oh so badly. 

“Seriously, what's going on?” 

“We’re still friends, right?” 

The question erases every single word from your vocabulary and your heart sinks. You want to say always, you want to make some joke about how he knows too much and he’s stuck with you. 

But, can you?

Even if you guys fell into familiar comfortability, it doesn’t deny there’s tension and unspoken grievances between the two of you.

“I hope so.” You whisper, tears pricking your eyes. 

Tetsuro recognizes that whisper, he knows it’s how you keep your voice from wavering when tears threaten to fall. And he realizes that he isn’t the only one harboring this fear, that regardless of the almost no contact for the last two years; you still thought about him in the same way he thought about you. 

“Me too.” 

Kuroo feels his throat tighten. 

Why is this so hard? 

If you both want to be friends again, you could do just that. But, it’s not so simple and he knows it. Your friendship has always been this precious thing and now it seems like the most important parts are broken. 

Silence blankets the call and you stare up at your bedroom ceiling. It hits the two of you like the first harsh wind of autumn. How can people go from talking like time doesn’t exist, to two years of not even so much as a whisper? 

And as much as you want to blame it all on Tetsuro, you have to shoulder your share too. He wasn't the only one who forgot to call or left a text buried under other messages. He wasn't the only one who canceled hangouts and slowly began to pull away. 

You did too. 

That fight was far from one-sided, you said things you desperately want to take back. You could’ve swallowed your pride and reached out first, Kuroo could’ve too and this whole mess wouldn’t have escalated to this. But when it was creeping up on months of no talking, it seemed shameful to even try. So you held back and didn’t say anything, even when you were missing your friendship. 

When you were missing him.

“This is the longest we’ve gone without speaking to each other. It feels weird.” Your voice is barely above a whisper because there’s a fear that if it were any louder, those words would shatter everything you two have left. 

“Yeah…” 

Neither of you know what to say, before this whole mess you barely had arguments that lasted more than a few hours. All you can do is skate around the issue, hoping one of you starts the painful conversation. 

But with every passing second the silence starts to weigh heavier, pressing down on your heart in ways that you’ve never felt before, and your mind doesn’t know how to alleviate the pressure. 

“I forgot what today was.” You blurt out, and the tears start to break through your attempt to keep them away. You’ve been ignoring the hurt, redirecting, and even erasing it because you weren’t ready to tell yourself that it was no longer the same. Because if you were to acknowledge that, then it becomes all too real and all too painful. 

And Kuroo has been doing the same, because no matter the distance or the time, the two of you were always on the same wavelength. Even when it came to unintentionally hurting each other. 

“I know.” His words are pillowy-soft and they contain no blame. And they teeter on the edge of something more. 

Tetsuro exhales a shaky breath, “I’m sorry. Everything I said I wish I could take it all back, I wish I apologized sooner. I’m sorry for waiting two years to finally call you. God, I’ve been suffering without you and I kept telling myself you would call or text and it would all go back to normal.” 

Your voice is thick with tears, “I was waiting too, I thought that you would call me and everything would just go back to usual. But, I think I really hurt you too and I’m really sorry, Tetsuu. I’m really really sorry for everything, especially for forgetting.” 

“It’s okay.” 

He’s trying to reassure you, something he’s always done. But, It’s okay to acknowledge your wrongdoings; sometimes friends hurt each other, no matter how close you are. In fact the closer you are, the more it hurts and sometimes the more it takes to mend. 

“It’s not okay. Tetsuro, we fought and didn’t speak for two years. It’s okay to say I hurt you and you hurt me. I know we are so used to nothing ever going wrong between us but something went wrong and it’s okay to say that.” 

There’s a millisecond of silence and that’s when you hear it: sniffles and quiet cries from a man who’s been holding everything in for way too long. That’s all he needed to hear, that it was normal to feel hurt and for it to stem from you. 

Kuroo’s voice cracks towards the end of his sentence, “Never knew you could be that mean.” 

He’s referencing the fight but there is a playfulness about his words, one that tells you that he’s ready to put the whole ordeal behind you.  

“Yes, you did.” You let out with a soft laugh. 

“I did,” He corrects, “I’ve witnessed you say worse to other people, but-”

“I’ve never been like that to you.” You interject, guilt creeping up on you. 

“I was pretty rude too.” 

“You definitely were.” 

Silence comes along again and now instead of tears, you both bust out into laughter. The whole situation seems more dramatic by the minute but you’re happy that you got the opportunity to fix it, to get your best friend back. And Kuroo is happy he got to hear your voice again, that he can hear it anytime he wants, and that you’ll smile with him once more. 

Sleep starts to hit the both of you and you yawn through your next words. 

“Are you free next weekend?” 

“Yeah, why?” 

“We have to celebrate our friendversary, duh” 

Kuroo smiles, bright and wide, and it's evident in his tone. 

"Ice cream?" 

"Don't forget your wallet this time, it would be a shame if you got lice again." You tease. 

"Fuck you." Kuroo says, his smile never leaving. 

“I’m sure you want to.” You giggle, happy you can still get on his nerves. 

“Y/N?” 

“Hmm?” You’re expecting him to hit you with a line of his own. 

“I missed you.” His voice is ten different types of tender and sweet, and you can’t believe you went two years without this.

“I missed you too.”

more sad stuff but with a happy ending !! and more shit to come with it 😋 hope you liked it !!! taglist is open, link is at the top !!

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Battle Prizes (1000 Follower Raffle)

Our first prize winner was @psique-dragmire.

They asked for some battle scenes with a post battle kiss with Twilight.

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Despite the fact that you should have known the drill by now, there was still that level of uncertainty. Would you make it out alive? Unscathed? Would your friends be as lucky? Would it all be over by dinner time?

You ducked. A blade flies over your head, cutting off the bits of hair that couldn’t follow your direction fast enough. You don’t care. You slice back and dodge to the right, bringing your shield up to block their upcoming hammer swing. There were at least three of them around you. You couldn’t tell if they were infected or not but seeing that you had managed to get a cut on the one you’re currently engaged with, you doubted they were enhanced beyond your typical capabilities.

You could hear vague sounds of battle around you. Metal hissing against metal- dull thunks as clubs meets shields- panting breaths with beats of battle cries all crescendoing together in a symphony of battle. Your blood rushed in your ears, providing a base for all the music to come together.

You backflipped and cried out in rage, cutting the arm off the monster behind you before it could hit you. You kept the arm swinging to slice up the third monster’s body before it got any funny ideas. The first monster followed you, pushing past its injured comrades in its wake to destroy you.

Your glare was sharp. If looks could kill, all three of them would have long since burst into flames- or rather, combusted on sight. It certainly would have made your job easier.

Beyond you, you could see Warrior and Twilight fighting back to back. They each had the looks of fierce determination on their faces. They were surrounded. Outnumbered 4:1. Admittedly, they had it worse off than you, but they seemed to be holding their own. You would have dropped everything and helped them in any other circumstance, but when another swing to your head cancels your thoughts- you realize that you technically have bigger fish to fry.

You rush forward, swinging your blade with as much force as you can muster towards the beast’s stomach. It creates a clean cut from side to side. The force of the hit makes the creature take a knee and you use its lack of momentum to charge forward and ram your sword into its head before it can get up again.

It explodes, leaving you down to only two more monster’s to defeat. Significantly better than what Warrior and Twilight seem to be dealing with. You chance it and look over your shoulder to where they’re fighting. The last two monsters notice your lack of focus and your need to catch your breath. Even though one is lacking their arm, they are still beginning to make their way toward you.

You don’t notice it at first.

You’re too busy looking at the way Twilight has gritted his teeth. The way his arm moves as he slashes the monster in front of you. There is no mistaking the way he’s shaped, the way his body curves, the way he fights- his lines and edges- that this is a man. And he knows it too.

You black flip, having noticed a club coming down from above you. The monsters have reached you now and you need to refocus your attention on not dying.

You swing your sword, adjusting your grip and your stance. You’ve caught your breath. Time to tango once more.

You charge forward, side stepping out of the right as a large arm comes down and swinging your sword with the momentum. You hear the creature shriek in rage and in pain- but you’ve miscalculated.

The second monster remaining was positioned just far enough away that you’ve danced right into its reach. And it had already begun to swing.

A sickening crack was heard on the battlefield. You were suddenly dizzy. You were on the ground. You thought you heard people calling your name.

You were angry.

You pushed yourself up and out of the way, just in time to roll away from the second attack. Had you been any slower, you would have had your skull caved in… But you don't register that. Your only thoughts are ending this.

You push yourself to your feet. You’re wobbly and unsteady. You can feel it. However, there’s something inside you that wants vengeance. Revenge. To pay them back with the same coin. You grit your teeth and shake your head, trying to clear it. You jump backwards, dodging another attack- only to jump onto their weapon and run up the length of it. Your added weight makes it harder for them to pull it up from the ground and you swing your sword down onto its face.

It yells out in pain and stumbles backwards. You lose your footing and fall to the ground as well. You hit your back and it’s hard to tell your left from your right. Is your arm broken? Do you have a concussion? Are you in a position to tell?

You can hear more yelling of your name. It’s someone from the group. They’re telling you to stop. They’re telling you to run.

No.

You can finish this.

You push yourself to your feet again, perhaps even more unsteady than before. The second monster is currently bleeding out from the face. It’s trying to wipe the blood off so it would be able to see you clearly. You think you might have taken out one of its eyes.

The third monster with the missing arm stalks towards you but it too is running low on stream. With that injury untreated, there wasn’t much energy left on its part to continue attacking at full strength.

You run towards it, swinging your sword with wild abandon. You lose track of your thoughts and your actions. You keep hitting the beast until the familiar purple smoke surrounds you. Once that’s been cleared out of the way, you turn your gaze to the third and final monster.

It has seemed to regain some of its rage to continue fighting while you feel as if you’re getting started.

An arrow pierces it through the head- ending it before it began.

Twilight runs through the smoke in your direction. You sag in relief and allow yourself to finally fall.

He catches you, cradling you close. “You’re crazy. You’re hurt. You’re bleeding.”

He sounds out of breath. He must have been running to you. You look up at him then. There’s a small cut above his eyebrow and there’s a bruise that’s forming on his jaw, but his eyes… so clear- almost crystalline.

You reach up, feeling that it’s the only thing you can do and grab onto his collar. 

Twilight pulls you closer. “You’re going to be ok. I’m impressed you kept fighting for as long as you did. How on earth were you even standing?”

You shrug and giggle. It’s funny, isn’t it? Twilight was outnumbered more than you were and yet you’re in a worse condition than he is. Twilight runs his hands over your hair and your cheek.

“Did we win?” You try to sit up. Weird, it suddenly hurts to do that.

Twilight nods, stopping you from injuring yourself any further. “Yes, yes. Most of the monsters have been taken care of.”

“And the others?”

“Right as rain.” He replies, leaning closer. “We just need to make sure you’re taken care of. Don’t fall asleep any time soon, ok? I’m sure the Champion has potions that we can give you. You’ll be back to how you were in no time at all.”

You nod and can’t help but smile wider. “I saw you.” You say with a giggle on your lips. “You looked very cool, very handsome.”

A shy smile blooms on Twilight’s face. It’s very pretty. Almost as pretty as the soft blush on his face. “Oh dear… You’re worse off than I originally thought.”

You poke his cheek. “Very nice.”

His blush darkens and he shakes his head again. His smile widens as well. Teasing, he pokes your nose back, picking you up effortlessly in his arms. “Let’s go. This is no place for this.”

You kiss him.

He freezes.

Just when you’re about to pull away, your kiss, fueled by your concussion and budding emotions, is followed by his own. Twilight starts kissing you back, cradling the good side of your jaw as he pulls back to him.

“Oh by the three-” Warrior laments on the side lines. “This is not the time.”

Twilight comes to his senses, pulling away from you with a shocked expression. You don’t seem to care either way, giggling and letting your head rest against his shoulder. “Well… that was nice…”

Twilight clears his throat. “R-right… Sorry.”

“I liked it.” You keep giggling. “I feel like I won a prize.”

Warrior rolls his eyes, sending Twilight a mild glare. Twilight blushes darker, unable to clear his face of his grin.

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No excuses (Rúben Dias x Reader)

**Another fluffy slightly ansgty request for today. Hope you guys enjoy it ❤️**

Word count: 1623

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Final matchday of the season. And it had been a long season. Especially once the team had nothing to play for and you could only think about what was happening once there were no more matches. It was football wedding season.

When you looked at the stands before making your way to the bench, you saw Rúben there. Last time he attended one of your matches as a fiancé. Next time, he’ll be your husband.

“You’re on”, you heard your coach say when there were only 20 minutes to go. You really expected him to not play you but you’d never say no to any game time.

“Ok”.

City had nothing to play for after a not-so-great season but your rivals were trying to avoid relegation, so the level of intensity was very unbalanced.

“Watch out!”, you said to one of their defenders who tackled you. She was being unnecessarily aggressive.

“Sorry”.

But her apology didn’t mean much when, a couple of minutes later, she tackled you again, twisting your ankle. The pain you felt was so horrible, you fell to the floor and tried to grab your foot. But touching it sent more pain to your ankle and leg, so you let go of it.

The team’s doctors were there quickly and ended up deciding to ask for the stretcher so you wouldn’t have to force your ankle more by trying to walk.

By the time you made it to the infirmary, Rúben was already there.

“How is it? You seem to be in a lot of pain”.

“Always so observant”.

He let your sarcasm slide, listening to what the doctors were saying.

“We’ll need to do an X-ray but don’t have the machines here so off to the hospital we go. You coming, Dias?”

“Of course”, he said, smiling at you but you didn’t smile back.

An hour later, you were still waiting for the results but you had been in this situation before. You knew it was bad.

“It needs surgery”.

The words no athlete wanted to hear. Rúben took your hand to squeeze it, showing he was there to support you.

“Will I need crutches after the surgery?”

“Yes, and a boot. For about…4 or 5 weeks I would say”.

“And if I don’t get the surgery now?”

“What?”, Rúben didn’t understand your question.

“With some rehab, you could move around without them but the longer we wait, the longer it’ll take for you to go back to training”.

“Can I think about it?”, you asked, surprising the doctor and Rúben again.

“Of course. We can’t force you to have surgery. It’s not a life-threatening injury. I’ll leave you alone so you can talk”.

The doctor could read the room well and knew there was a conversation that needed to happen between the couple in front of him. And three was a crowd.

“What are you doing? You need surgery now”.

“The wedding”.

“It’s in three weeks”.

“Yes, do you want your bride to walk towards you waiting at the altar in crutches? To not be able to dance?”

“Is that really the problem? You’re being ridiculous! Your career and your health come first!”

“Rúben! I’ve been dreaming about my wedding my entire life. And about our wedding since you proposed. I don’t want anything to ruin it and we're not cancelling it and waiting another year to get married”.

“As long as you’re there and say yes to the priest's questions, we’ll be fine”.

“Easy for you to say”.

“My love, the boot will be covered by the dress. We can sit during the ceremony and take the crutches away. There are solutions to this”.

“I won’t be able to walk well. How do I walk to the altar with my dad?”, your dad’s health wasn’t the best and he couldn’t walk you there if you were going to have to put a lot of weight on him.

“Mine can help”.

“I want my dad to walk me to the altar. That's non-negotiable".

“Both can do it. One for sentimental value and the other to help”.

When you started to cry harder, Rúben sat next to you to hug you. It wasn’t just the wedding that worried you.

“Stop finding reasons to make me do it”, you said, finally allowing yourself to cry.

“I won’t. I’m not letting you ruin your career for stupid reasons”.

“I can’t do all of this again”.

He already knew what you meant and felt his heart breaking. He should have guessed.

“If you could recover from an ACL injury, this should be so easy by comparison”.

“It took so long to feel confident on the pitch again after that injury. What if I can’t manage it this time? I’m tired of being injured. I’m scared the next injury will be the one that ends my career”.

“It won’t be. And I’ll be there every step of the way, ok? Should we…should we tell the doctor you’re getting the surgery now?”

You nodded, still afraid. And worried about your wedding. The happiest day of your life wasn’t looking to be so happy then.

                                       **

A couple of days later you were back home after your surgery. Rúben and your family had been spoiling you since the day you got injured. Treating you as if you were made of glass and while it was nice…it was also really pissing you off.

“I think I’ll take a nap”.

“Me too”, he saw your expression and it confused him. “Do you not want me here?”

“It’s not that Rúben. I just think I need some alone time”.

“Right”.

He nodded and left but you could tell he had been hurt by your rejection. You didn’t want to hurt him but…you also needed to be able to breathe for a second. Since the surgery happened, there was always someone by your side. And while it was nice to be looked after, your anxiety kept getting worse because of it. That plus all the wedding drama…it was too much.

However, a good three-hour nap did wonders and when you woke up, you felt like a new person. Hearing a light knock on the door brought a smile to your face.

“Come in”.

“Feeling better?”

“Yes, and I’m sorry. I’m a grumpy lady but I just needed a second alone. It’s been a crazy couple of days”.

“I get that. You just have to tell me and I’ll understand”.

You motioned for him to get closer so you could kiss him. “We can cuddle now if you want to”.

“I need to go get some food first. Anything you want?”

“Could you get me a coffee on your way back?”

“Sure”.

“It’s a long order, grab some paper”.

“I’ll manage. Tell me what it is”.

You weren’t sure he’d be able to remember but didn’t want to argue.

“Ready?”, he nodded. “It’s a Venti Salted Caramel Cream Cold Brew with an extra vanilla pump. You got it?”

“Sure. Easy”.

On the way out, Rúben wrote it down on his phone, trying not to forget anything. He was far from being a coffee expert since he didn’t even drink it. But come on. How complicated could it be to order one? Though that order of yours sounded slightly complicated to him.

When he got back, you were itching to get up and go help him put all the groceries away. But you were still stuck in bed. The frustration made you feel terrible again.

“Here is your coffee. And I got your favourite biscuits. Do you want some with it?”

“Sure! Thank you. You are the best”.

Rúben left to find a plate for your biscuits and you took a good look at the coffee he bought you. It clearly wasn’t the one you liked but it could be nice too. Even if the first sip tasted terrible. He couldn’t know you didn’t like it.

But when you needed to go to the toilet, Rúben was there to make sure you were fine and he saw the cup was almost full. You always took your time drinking your iced coffee but it looked like you barely had any.

"Was the coffee ok?"

"Yes, of course", you said, avoiding looking at him. "But I think it doesn't agree with the meds I'm taking".

"I got the wrong one, right?"

There was no point in lying. "Yes, but it's good too. And I always drink the same. It's fun to try new flavours".

"Don't treat me like a child".

"You are doing the same to me", you tried to laugh but he didn't see the fun side.

"Because you're injured. And I can't even look after you properly".

"Where is this coming from?"

"I feel useless. You have all this anxiety and I can't do anything to help. You might not even enjoy your wedding day and what can I do about it? Nothing".

"If you show up, that'd be quite helpful".

"It's not funny".

"It is. And I can't walk to where you are so come here and sit", you waited for him to do that and took his hand. "This injury is a pain in the ass. The timing couldn't be worse but I've made my peace with it. But I need you to relax. Even if I don't want to think about it, it all stresses me. So I need you to be the strong one who pretends to have it all under control".

"I could try and have it all under control too".

"Let's meet in the middle with a fake it till you make it?"

"Deal".

"Also, next time you can write down the coffee order".

"Or you could start drinking cappuccinos. That's easy".

"But I'm not".

[guess-my-next-obsession]

Here For You

pairing: frankie morales x f!reader

rating: M (period talk!, reader has PCOS, painful menstruation, talks of bodily fluids [blood, vomit], brief mentions of alcohol consumption, nonsexual nudity, one mention of a future blowjob, frankie carrying the redemption of the entire male species on his back)

word count: 1.7k

a/n: another self-indulgent piece because i am currently dying from my PCOS cramps. just a disclaimer: this is based on my personal level of pain and symptoms. everyone menstruates differently. this one is for my fellow PCOS girlies—hang in there babes!

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It was a typical Friday night, Frankie off at one of Benny’s fights per usual while you were supposed to have been going out with your friends for drinks, but thanks to a particularly rough second day of your period, that was cancelled. Instead, you laid in your bed writhing in pain, your PCOS deciding to make itself extra known this month by bringing on the most unbearable cramps you’d experienced in months.

Clutching your heating pad to your lower stomach, you reached for your phone on your nightstand at it buzzed. With a wince and a tear slipping from the corner of your eye, you breathed through the contraction-like cramp until you could focus on the message displayed on your screen.

[9:04 PM] Lover: Hey, sugar. Just got to the fight.

[9:05 PM] Lover: Santi’s being particularly determined tonight. You can blame him if I’m drunk when I come home.

You wanted to smile at the thought of a drunk Frankie, his sweetness only amplified whenever he got liquored up, but between the pain that seemingly radiated from your uterus to every single nerve in your body and your extra-sensitive emotional state thanks to your hormones, you found yourself crying.

Without messaging him back—you were too irritable and sensitive to hold a conversation at the moment—you locked your phone and set it back down before forcing yourself to your feet. You nearly fainted from the change in position as you waddled your way to the bathroom, hoping that a hot bath would help ease some of the pain.

“Here,” Santi sat down beside Frankie in the front row of the packed gym, handing him a beer while his free hand held his own. Frankie accepted the drink but immediately set it down on the floor between his feet, his eyes fixed on your message thread, concern filling his stomach with each passing minute and no response. “You gonna stare at your phone all night?”

“Sorry,” Frankie sighed and locked his phone before stuffing it in his pocket. “She’s just not responding right now.”

“You guys in a fight?” Santi asked, keeping his eyes on the two lower-level boxers in the ring that were opening the fight night.

“No,” Frankie lifted his beer to his lips and took a swig before elaborating. “She’s supposed to be out with her friends, but she never checked in.”

“Why don’t you go call her before Benny comes out? Just make sure she’s good,” he suggested and Frankie immediately nodded, knowing that until he heard your voice assure him you were good, he’d spend all night distracted with worry.

The bath had helped a bit, but as soon as you left the comfort of the hot water, the pain hit you like a tonne of bricks. You hardly made it to the toilet before you threw up what little you’d managed to keep down today, the convulsing of your stomach furthering the exhaustion and pain rooted deep in your bones by now.

As you laid there in your towel recovering, you heard your phone buzzing against your nightstand, a sigh leaving your lips at the thought of standing up again. Instead of even trying, knowing full well that you’d likely faint if you tried to overextend yourself—you’d done it before—you found yourself naked, free bleeding, and crawling into your bedroom to reach your phone, sliding the green arrow to accept the call from your boyfriend.

“H-hey,” you croaked into the line, bile still burning your throat.

“Thank god,” he exhaled in relief. “Was worried something happened to you. You guys alright?”

“Didn’t go out,” you managed through a sigh, laying on your back on top of the rug covering your bedroom floor as you felt another cramp begin to dawn. Unable to hold in your whimper, you winced at the pain that began to flood your every nerve again.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Frankie worried. When you couldn’t form a response, you swore you could hear his heart begin to pound in his chest over the phone. “Baby? Talk to me.”

“Can’t—cramps,” you whimpered through heavy pants, trying to breathe through the contracting in your uterus but it only triggered another vomit-spell. “Gonna puke.”

You reached for the trash can you placed at your bedside earlier just in case, but didn’t have time to mute your throwing up before it came out, forcing Frankie to hear the whole thing.

“Oh, baby,” he fretted. “I’m coming home.”

“No,” you croaked in between wretches. “M’good.”

“No, you aren’t,” he snapped. “I’ll be home in fifteen.”

“Frankie,” you sighed, hating the thought of ruining his one night a week he got to spend with his friends. “Stay, I’ll be fine.”

“There’s literally no way in hell that’s happening. I’ll be home in a second baby, okay?” You hummed in response, finally giving in to his persistence.

Frankie arrived exactly when he said he would, not bothering to take off his jacket, hat, or boots as he stomped his way down the hall to your shared bedroom, cooing at the sight of you still on the floor.

“I’m disgusting right now,” you cried, hating the fact that he was seeing you at your lowest—blood between your thighs, throw up in the trash can beside you, a cold sweat covering your skin.

“Baby, no,” he shook his head and stroked his warm palm over your forehead to wipe some of the sweat away. “C’mon, lemme help you up.”

He hoisted you into your feet and carried most of your weight as he walked you into the bathroom. Turning on the hot water, he helped you settle back into the bathtub, letting the hot shower head rain over you to wash the blood away before he switched it to the faucet so that the tub could fill up.

“Gonna go clean up a bit,” he mumbled as he placed a kiss to your forehead. “Have you eaten?”

“Mm-mm,” you shook your head, your eyes closed at you relished in the warmth of the slowly filling tub.

“Okay, I’ll order a pizza.”

“Can’t do pizza—can you just make me some plain oatmeal?” Frankie frowned at how sick you must be to turn down one of your favorite foods in exchange for plain oatmeal.

“Sure thing,” he nodded. “Have you taken meds?”

“Ran out.”

“Pobrecita,” he cooed, sitting down on the closed toilet seat, unable to leave you quite yet. “I’ll go to the drugstore.”

“I feel so bad,” you whined, opening your eyes to look over at him. “Ruined your night.”

“No you didn’t,” he was quick to correct. “I’d rather be here for you than out getting drunk. Do that every Friday anyways.”

You chuckled weakly and leant your hand out for him to take, Frankie quickly intertwining his fingers with yours. “Soon as I feel better, I’m gonna suck your dick for hours.”

It was Frankie’s turn to laugh, lifting the back of your hand up to his lips. “Holding you to that.”

Standing up, he let go of your hand and placed a kiss onto your cheek.

“Be right back, bonita.”

Somehow, Frankie’s momentary presence had given you enough strength to climb out of the bathtub, change in to a clean set of pajamas, throw away the trash bag filled with vomit beside your nightstand, and make yourself cozy in bed all on your own by the time he got back from the drugstore.

Frankie looked pleasantly surprised to see you beneath the comforter as he walked into the bedroom with a plastic bag filled with much more than just a bottle of Midol.

“Look at you,” he commended with a dimpled grin, setting the bag down at the foot of the bed before peeling off his outside clothes until he was was stripped down to just a pair of black boxer briefs. He tossed the comforter back on his side of the bed and crawled in beside you, his warm hands quick to replace the warmth of your heating pad as he pulled you close to his body.

“Even managed to brush my teeth,” you mumbled, exhausted from the pain of menstruating. He chuckled and kissed your shoulder.

“Wanna see what I got you?” You nodded and watched as he sat up, allowing you to place the heating pad over your stomach once more as he opened the bag up and began to take things out one at a time. “First, Midol.” He opened the packaging and handed you two pills which you quickly downed as he reached into the bag again. “Next, snacks.” He placed a bag of your favorite gummy candy on your lap before repeating the action with a chocolate bar and a bag of your favorite chips. “Lastly and most importantly,” he grinned as he reached into the bag and pulled out the book that you’d been dropping hints about wanting for the last month, your eyes tearing up at the thoughtful gesture. “Since I’m forcing you into bed rest, thought you’d want some reading material.”

“I am so in love with you,” you breathed out and tugged him down for a kiss, Frankie’s warm body half on top of yours as he moved his lips soft and slow against yours, his thumb stroking over your cheekbone as he cradled your jaw. “Thank you for doing this—for being here for me.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” he reminded but you were quick to shake your head.

“I want to. You could have easily just stayed out and left me to deal with this alone, but you didn’t.”

Frankie gave you an adoring frown, wondering what shithead you’d been with before set the bar so low that you were this blown away by what Frankie considered to be just a basic show of love, but he didn’t dwell on the thought too long, suddenly remembering you still had yet to eat.

“Gonna go make you that bland ass oatmeal you requested,” he mumbled as he pecked your lips. “Don’t get up.”

“Yes, sir.” You saluted him and delighted in the chuckle you caused, his chest vibrating against yours. Before he could get too far, you reached out your hand and gently gripped his bicep to stop him, his eyes quickly turning to yours. “I love you.”

Frankie cooed and crawled back into bed for one more kiss, letting his nose nuzzle against yours.

“I love you more.”

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Unexpected & Unwelcomed

Chris Evans x Pregnant!Wife Reader (Little Duck AU 🐥💛)

Summary: You’d left the bad parts of your past behind you after you’d med Chris and moved your career and your life to Massachusetts. So what happens when someone you’d long forgotten runs into you at your workplace’s annual spring gala? 

Warnings: talks of past abusive kinda, unwanted advances, slight mentions of violence, minor injury, protective daddy bear Chris

A/N: Thank you to the anon that requested this last night, I loved writing this, and absolutely love the idea of overprotective Chris when it comes to Momma. He’d burn down the city for her, I’ve been loving this AU and getting to continue writing fics, headcannons and answering all your amazing questions! Enjoy<3

Word Count: 1,315

It was your workplaces annual charity gala and despite being 8 months pregnant, you and Chris had come to mingle amongst your coworkers, and support a good cause. Although you would admit, the pain in your feet and the slight discomfort in your back you’d been feeling all day almost put a cancel on plans. You were happy you ended up coming, the atmosphere was fun, the snacks were good, and the baby had been quiet. Chris had left to use the washroom and grab another drink, so you sat at your assigned table, glancing around and admiring the decor, a voice suddenly drawing you out of your daze

It was your workplaces annual charity gala and despite being 8 months pregnant, you and Chris had come to mingle amongst your coworkers, and support a good cause. Although you would admit, the pain in your feet and the slight discomfort in your back you’d been feeling all day almost put a cancel on plans. You were happy you ended up coming, the atmosphere was fun, the snacks were good, and the baby had been quiet. Chris had left to use the washroom and grab another drink, so you sat at your assigned table, glancing around and admiring the decor, a voice suddenly drawing you out of your daze

“How’s your back doing momma?”

You smiled looking up at Chris who’d returned to your table, setting down some more snacks for the two of you to share

“Surprisingly not bad tonight, although little miss is enjoying pushing on my ribcage and bladder, she’s like a pin ball in there tonight”

He let out a laugh before leaning down to be eye level with your bump, his hand rubbing in circles 

“Be quiet in there princess, this is an important night for your momma”

She kicked against his hand almost in retaliation and you laughed, shifting to get more comfortable

“Already rebelling against her daddy and she’s not even here yet”

Chris frowned in faux disappointment before sitting up and crossing his arms 

“We are gonna have a stern talk when she gets here” 

“You do that my love” 

He smiled sending you a wink as he leaned over to kiss you softly, an annoyed groan escaping you when he pulled away 

“I’ll be back, I need to use the bathroom…again”

Chris moved to get up, but you placed a hand on his shoulder 

“Stay, I’ll be fine, back before you know it!”

You placed a kiss on his lips, walking away from the table, he kept his eyes on you until you made it safely to the washroom. Thankfully you were the only one in there, so you finished your business checked yourself over and left, while you were walking back you got distracted, lightly bumping someone’s shoulder 

“I’m so sorry!”

The minute the person turned to face you, your stomach churned, hands automatically resting protectively on your bump the colour draining from your face 

“Well, this is a pleasant surprise, Y/N, nice to see you”

You swallowed; your throat dry as you attempted to get control of your impending emotions

“Thomas.” 

“That’s all you have to say? After all those years together?”

That made you roll your eyes, the audacity this man still had even after everything he’d done to you 

“Yes, it is. Have a nice night.”

You turned to walk away into which put you in Chris’s eyesight, but Thomas grasped your wrist tightly in his hand to stop you from going any further, you silently hoped Chris could see the panic in your body language. The baby clearly unhappy with the sudden shift in your mood and situation, kicking roughly a few times 

“Let go of me you asshole!”

That only caused him to squeeze tighter, is nails digging into the inside of your wrist as you winced, that was gonna leave a mark for sure 

“You want to call me an asshole after you ruined my reputation? I don’t think so. You fucking owe me bitch”

“I don’t owe you shit!” 

You pulled your wrist back hard, cursing under your breath as it threw you off balance, thankfully a familiar pair of arms caught you and kept you upright. The familiar tom ford cologne filling your senses, Chris turning to check on you, scanning his eyes over your face, then falling to your wrist, the discoloration beginning to show 

“You know, I’ve been waiting to meet you for a long time.”

Thomas laughed crossing his arms 

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” 

You’d never seen Chris this angry before, and despite the anger, his touch was featherlight, making sure to be extra gentle with you

“So, I could do this…”

Before you could stop him, Chris flew at Thomas sending a punch square at his face, his nose cracking from the force of the hit, Thomas groaning in agony

“I know exactly who the fuck you are, and I have been waiting for the chance to put you in your goddamn place. You’re lucky that’s all you got.”

“Baby come on…”

You tugged the sleeve of Chris’s suit jacket, and he stepped towards you, keeping his eyes on your ex who was bleeding on the floor 

“I’ll sue you for this!”

“Go ahead, I’d like to see you try, and let me be clear, you ever so much as even look at my wife again, I don’t care if it’s a glance, anything, I so much as hear you’ve said her name, I’ll fucking kill you.” 

You pulled on his jacket again, pulling him away from the hallway and over to the table, collecting your things, all you felt was anxious in this moment, the room felt too small, the dress you had on uncomfortable 

“Honey...?”

Chris’s voice sounded blurred as you frantically looked around the room, as soon as he noticed this, Chris lifted you into his arms bridal style and found your office, setting you down on the couch near your desk

“Hey, Hey, breathe honey…breathe, follow me, you’re okay...”

He placed your hands over his chest where you could feel his heartbeat, taking a few minutes to catch your breath and calm down, his hands moving to rub your belly softly, the baby moving a bit at the feeling of her father’s hands resting above

“I’m sorry…that was...”

“A lot? Yeah, I bet baby, but it’s over now, he will never get close to you or our little girl again okay? I will always make sure you two are protected”

You nodded finally letting the smallest of smiles show on your face 

“How is your hand?”

He shook his head 

“Don’t worry about my hand, you’ve got a big purple bruise on your wrist I’m more concerned about”

“It’s okay, doesn’t hurt much, we can ice it once we get home?”

Chris agreed, before checking on the little bean, and making sure you felt safe enough to leave the party and get to your car. The entire way home he kept checking in, keeping his eye on you, an icepack for your wrist when you got home, followed by some of your favourite cravings, and a cheesy comedy movie pulled up on the TV in the living room

“Thank you for protecting us, and always making sure we’re safe” 

Chris leaned down to place a kiss on your lips, his thumb rubbing across your cheekbone gently 

“I love you girls, I will always do whatever I can to make sure you’re both safe, happy and healthy”

You smiled leaning into him when he sat next to you

“We love you too, more than you know” 

Wrapped up in a pile of blankets, snacks now spread out around you is how you ended off your night, even when the darkest parts of your past came back to hurt you, Chris would be there to keep you safe and remind you how loved and cared for you’d always be. You and his little girl were his everything, and if he had to break a few noses and egos to keep you both safe, he’d do it without question, because no one goes after his little duck and momma.