#but also oww my heart *sobs*

[adminspinel]

[Nightmare] You have been cast out once more, another failed pawn. Your partner even seems to look at you with an expression you've never seen on its face before.

[Send my muse a nightmare]

"So as you can see by my calculations, if we-"

"That's enough, Spinel."

Spinel paused, taken aback by the sudden interruption. He hadn't expected Gibeon to cut him off before he could fully announce his latest findings.

An involuntary, nervous chuckle left him before he quickly composed himself. It wasn't like Gibeon to do this. What was going on? "But sir, I haven't gotten to-"

"I said enough."

Now he held his tongue, immediately tensing up. Even if Gibeon hadn't raised his voice, Spinel could detect the subtle shift in his tone, indicating that he wasn't pleased.

“...Sir?”

“I have no need for any of this. Your services are no longer required.”

A sudden chill ran up his spine. Then, a moment of panic. This… couldn’t be happening again. He had to say something. Anything!

“B-but I still can-!”

“Henceforth you are dismissed. Permanently. We cannot afford any weak links, and you’ve proven yourself incapable too many times.”

He then heard familiar, shrill laughter behind him. Spinel turned, his hands clenching into fists. He could see Coral laughing at him near the back of the room, Chalce and Sidian standing near her, watching.

“I knew it would only be a matter of time! I mean, he failed worse than Amethio!” The pink-haired admin seemed to nearly double-over in laughter, like she’d just heard an amusing joke. “Who loses to three pathetic little starters?!”

Spinel’s hands clenched into fists, her words making him grit his teeth, his eye twitching. He wanted to scream, not just at Coral, but all of them.

Shut up! You can’t do this! I’ve done so much for you all! I still have use! I still have-!

But the words remained trapped in his throat.

Fine, if he couldn’t voice his thoughts, then he’d get his pokemon. Surely they would help him prove he was still useful-

Again, he tensed, feeling that something wasn’t right. His pokeballs should be attached right to his belt, but instead there was nothing. Where-

He looked down by his feet, watching as Umbreon began to walk away from him.

“Umbreon…” His voice wavered, quiet and almost pathetic in its desperation as he reached out a hand.

It stopped, turning its head to stare at him. But its gaze wasn’t that of the beloved companion he’d known for years. Instead it stared at him like it did towards weaker, lesser opponents. Judgemental and uncaring. Like he was something that would be discarded and forgotten about in a matter of moments.

No… please… come back…

Please…

-

Spinel jolted awake suddenly, his eyes going wide as they opened. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his breathing faster than normal as he still felt the panic and dread from that nightmare.

He groaned softly as he sat back up, lifting his head out of his arms. He hadn’t remembered falling asleep at his desk, but the familiar computer screens flickered at him, still displaying the same recordings and data from a few hours ago.

He rubbed at his eyes momentarily, the feelings of dread soon growing to be replaced by annoyance. He didn’t need such thoughts and worries to be at the forefront of his mind when there was work to be done.

Glancing over his shoulder, he could see Umbreon laid down beside him, peacefully asleep. Still here. It did make Spinel relax just a bit.

At least they would never abandon him.

[r3starttt]

HELLO REN! i luv luv luv ur works so much <333 ever thought ab childhood best friend caitlyn where she asks reader about how she found out she liked girls? can be sfw or nsfw :P

a/n: Tysm! It made me sob 🥹🩷 also, loved this request. Hope u enjoy!

Warnings: fluff. a lot ig(?

Caitlyn had always been pretty self-confident. She would never hesitate, would always speak out loud and never really doubted herself.

But recently she’s transformed so much, she can’t stop doubting about her, about her mind and her heart and her whole life. About you.

She’d been friend with you for so long. You’re the only one she truly trusts, the person that makes her feel more comfortable, the only one that she feels like she can be her true self. No need to be perfect or strong or smart.

And it shows. The moment she sees you a wide smile appears on her face, a sparkle grows on her eyes, so unexplainable. And what you likes the most, she becomes the most tender person whenever she’s with you.

And it was like this since you met her. It took you a while to get close to her though. She’d always hesitate before answering all the questions you made about her, and her response was always to short, just telling you what was necessary.

But you never gave up on her because she seemed so nice, you were dying to be her friend. The little you’ve talked with her let you know how much you had in common, you’d never stop.

So she finally gave in and started to talk back, and she regretted so much for not doing it before, because you were so nice too, you’d hear hear if she needed to speak, you would remind her to breath whenever she spoke too fast. You’d hold hands with her if she was too nervous, you’d let her cry on your shoulder when she was feeling off and you’d hear her complain about her mom nonstop.

If she needed to be quiet then you were there for her, to stay hours in her room just staring at the ceiling in silence, or to talk about whatever came to your mind to entreating her. If she needed to speak you’d always listen. If she needed any advice she’d only listen to yours.

And she did the same for you.

You’d always be invited to whatever fancy event the Kiramman’s made, and caitlyn adored you so much for attending. You were probably the first relationship she had that didn’t felt like it was all about power and money and society and perfection. She felt so real with you, so comforted.

And she’d always find a way to let you know how much you meant for her. Like on your birthday, she’d always spoil you so much. Or if she noticed you weren’t doing good she’ll put you first until you felt better. She’d always convince you to tell her what was wrong, always avoid any conflict with you and would apologize whenever her emotions made a mess of your friendship.

She was just so nice for you and you were even nicer to her.

But she always thought it was a platonic feeling, nothing romantic. She’d love you, a lot, but only as a friend, as family.

“Do you like her?” You we’re both laying on her bed, in complete silence until now “She’s fine but… not my type I guess”

You’d met a girl some days ago, but it was nothing serious. I’m fact you didn’t even planned a second date. Tiny detail you’ve forgot to mention to Caitlyn.

“So you have a type?” you could notice her smirking from the corner of your eye, your hand slapped Caitlyn’s, and she let out a very loud and dramatic ‘oww’

“What about you mhm? You’ve never dated anyone, you’re so boring” now she slapped your hand

“How…did you know you like girls?” you let out a small giggle, was that the reason of her singleness?

“Uhh long story, but if you’re wondering if you like them then you probably have the answer already” she groaned, her head turned to look at you, there was a serious expression on her face “I just… I don’t know, I met a girl and I thought I loved her as a friend but…. It took me a while to understand my feelings”

You stopped talking for some seconds, thinking on how to explain it properly without gettin much into detail

“It’s kinda weird but, I only realized about it because the idea of kissing her or hugging her, maybe cuddling with her or touching her in general made me feel nervous. Like a mix of excitement and happiness”

She nodded. You moved your whole body to face her, resting your head on top of your hands. There was a slight blush covering her cheeks.

It was probably the first time she was unable to maintain eye contact with you. Did it mean anything? Maybe you were just overthinking it a lot, she’d let you know if she felt something for you right?

“Who are you thinking about?” she gulped, not really sure on how to answer “is it me?” the way her eyes widened gave you the answer you were looking for, but you needed to hear her saying it out loud “Answer me Caitlyn”

“It is, yes”

“So? you know you can be honest with me, I won-“

It happened so suddenly. Not a proper thing of her to do, but you wouldn’t complain.

Her soft lips pressed on top of yours, her hands traveled to yours and her long cold fingers intertwined with yours. Her touch felt so sweet, so tender and pure.

Your hands moved to her face, cupping it and caressing her cheek with your thumb.

Until she broke the kiss.

And if it wasn’t because of the sparkle on her eyes, because of the way her lost look wandered around your whole face, because of the way you could almost feel her heart as if it was yours, because of how your breathing became one, then you would’ve asked her if she liked it.

You moved some of her pretty blue hair and tucked it behind her ears. She looked even prettier now that you could look at her this closely.

“I think I like you” you giggled “I think I like you too”

[crulixto]

SEATMATES

obey me! Mammon x Reader

WARNINGS: a bit of cursing

just mc and mammon being soft seatmate buds— also have u guys seen the nightbringer updates? Skjejdjksks canon HoL layout

Oh god this was a bit long for me

“psst human”

“Oi”

“Heyy”

“Human!!”

“MC…!!!”

“What?!”

Mammon taps your forehead, “Why’re ya ignorin’ me?” Mammon sulks while playing with the pen on his hand. You sigh and look back at the textbook to catch up on the teacher’s lesson.

“I’m focusin’ Mams, i don’t wanna join Lucifer’s scolding sesh with the 6 of you by the end of the week..” You snickered, brushing back your hair with your hand, the other holds your face as you try to not doze off in class.

Mammon gasps dramatically “Hey! I ain’t failin’ my classes!” You stare at him in dissapointment, “a-as of now..” Mammon as he brings some of your hair back to make it look neat then sighs in acceptance and lays his head down on your shared desk, faked sobbing. Heat goes up to your face from his tiny gesture.

You laugh and whisper, “Sorryy, you’re smart too y’know? Especially in maths, when there’s grimm at the end..” you trailed off, subtly implying the sarcasm at the last comment. He gets this and looks anywhere, especially his textbook but you.

Mammon lifts up his head a bit, staring at the person infront of him. You frown a bit, laughing nervously—you tap his shoulder.

“Mams.”

“Hey”

“My first man slash demon”

“The great Mammon, hello. This is Lucifer speakin’”

“U-uh— baby—“

“Psst..”

Mammon pretends to ignore you, but he HEARD the baby part, he suddenly felt his whole body vibrating from his heartbeat quickening.

You attempt to try and get his attention and failed, tapping his shoulders violently—you had enough and pinched his thigh, which was touching your knee.

“Oww! Hey!!—“

“Mammon, MC, what’re you doing? I supposed you both don’t want to pay a visit to Lucifer’s office, so i suggest the both of you behave and listen to the lesson.”

The whole class turns to stare at the back of the room where you and Mammon were. Then goes to do whatever they’re doing.

“Hmph! Look at what’d ya did! The teacher’s gonna tell on me! ..U-us!” Mammon whisper-yelled at you, leaning his face toward you for you to hear him clearer, while his face and ears turns red at the end, you smiled at him,

“why’re you red Mammon? Jeezz so weak..” you laughed but you were also screaming inside and pretend that you’re not blushing and in amusement.

“Agh that’s it, You’re so mean!” Mammon grumbled and looks the other way.

You laugh and take out your phone to take a picture of him, looking the other way and staring at the window beside him.

The small sound of a click and a flash catches his attention, “Oi! Lemme see i ain’t allowin’ anyone takin’ photos of the great Mammon! make sure i look good!”

“Mams.”

“What? Now let me see the picture!”

You move your phone away just as he starts to take it from you, you pull his chair closer to yours, and from that it made both of your bodies faces close too.

Mammon’s face felt hotter and yours were too. “Oi, it’s not fun to screw ‘round like this ya know..” Mammon trailed off,

“Who said i was?” you giggle and hug him by the neck and gave him a peck by the corner of his mouth.

He felt more red and muddy and stared at your lips, I just got- i.. and you were too, should’ve kissed his cheek first you laugh at his reaction to try and lighten up the situation.

He just kept quiet and went back to look at his textbook, he felt like he was about to melt from happiness any second,

and you on the other hand, your heart felt heavy and you felt embarrassed. You thought he didn’t feel the same way after all the ‘he likes you too! It’s so obvious’ bullshit Asmo told to you about. Just as you were about to apologize then loud bell rang initiating your next period.

You and Mammon stand up like your other classmates and get your things. When some already left, Mammon pulls you close, and kisses you softly but quick. Your eyes went wide and you went red as Mammon looked embarrassed and mad. When he pulls away he leans into your ear.

“We’ll talk about this later after school, don’t try and ignore me, human.” After that he kisses your cheek as he goes to his next class and waves you goodbye.

“See ya, baby!”

This is kinda bad honestly shsjjdhsh but hope u enjoyed!!😍🥰

[pyrriax]

ITS OK i entered hell and forgot i sent this ask in the first place because i just spam you with so many snips odfvndjkmld itss just my Thing and them i forgot to actually SEE this post bc i was reading fanfic. as i tend to do on my day off from this Event ahvfdnkjm

ALSO like. the full version of the dialogue makes it somehow Worse.

"It doesn't mean anything. I know. I didn't mean to pry. The offer still stands, you know I…" Clown lets it trail off, not knowing how to explain something they both already know. "Seriously? Still?" Zam sounds far more surprised than he should be. Probably because of how long the two have spent in the upper city together, spent with Leo in the depths of the city's seedy underbelly, in the heart trade. All he can muster is a pathetic shrug, looking around at the neon glow of signs pointing to businesses and the like, the chatter and constant noise of the city dulling the closer they get to downtown.

writing this duo IS gonna kill me one day bc they managed to make it angst when i did not plan for that to happen in the slightest. this was supposed to be a fluffy fic ................ AND ALSO LIKE... the fact they Were friends makes this worse :(

(Zam mentions the M.O.B., which was an alliance between Clown, Zam, and Leo [not present but mentioned in a part i did Not include]. Clown is trying to stay friendly but it is Not going well at all)

and then it just hits me with. this.

Really, it's a dumb question. Why the hell would he accept Redd's offer? It was scraps at best. But really… "I've thought about it, yeah. But for the time being, I've got a liability issue. It's not the safest idea for me to be dabbling in that market right now. Once everything's sorted out, then I'll be back to the usual, but still. Who in their right mind works for Reddoons?" Calling his friend a liability makes him feel sick in a way that he hates, but it's the reality of the situation, and there's no denying it. "What's so much of a liability you can't even take a break from swindling people to make some real money?" Zam scoffs, giving him a look that says he isn't going to get a say in what he does and doesn't tell. Normally, he'd just brush this off, call it a day and deflect by getting him to talk about anything other than Clown's personal life, but so be it. There's a name on the tip of his tongue, one that's familiar. One that Zam doesn't get to know. He'll never know it, as long as Clown has a choice in the matter. "Somebody being sick," he starts, only to see how the other gawks, confused until he elbows him in the ribs. "I need to keep out of anything that'll draw attention from anybody that'll hold a real grudge against me." "As though the people you mug don't hold a grudge! Don't pretend you're any better than the street rats you work with in the slums. You're just swindling for a quick buck. I still don't know how you've managed to keep being broke." All the playfulness and cheery tone just makes the words dig in worse, little claws buried in his back.

like. OWW......

ALSSSO angst is just. its my specialty and i love it sososooooo much i cannot resist the siren song of making myself (and others) sob bc of these fics. i cannot care less about ooc-ness, i am writing for the Story. the characters just simply bend to my will :3

this cyberpunk au is just. ripping my heart out

IT DOESNT HELP THAT LKKE.. this is the INTRO to the fic. its like. a test hook in the water. so i know if it'll be fun to actually commit to writing the fic...... and now im thinking i NEED to include more of this duo in it bc oh my godd. .. .. . im staring at the fact i have a scene planned that fits a prompt or two from a Thing and it just.

"Bleeding through the bandages" is one of the MAJOR scenes i have in mind and im just auvfhjndk im so..... i need to actually commit to this fic. and see if im gonna write it chaptered or not. it should be short (hoping desperately bc i CANNOT take another commitment like wtds rn)

hi jazzy!!

accidental angst is gonna kill me now

[...] "Anybody else willing to work on it? Or do I need to bring my tools next time we chat so I can try giving it a tune up?" "And owe you for the favor? No way." Zam's light hearted tone falters for a moment, the faux joy disappearing from his face before it returns to its rightful place. But before he can interject about it not being that much of an issue, Zam is talking again. "Besides, it's not broken yet, just a little stiff! I was going to as Vi for his help getting it back to tip top shape, but he broke his the other day, so I'm not letting him touch mine." "Your loss. It doesn't sound like it's doing good." Clown sighs, taking the lead and idly heading in the direction of the abandoned warehouse near the border of the two districts. "Besides, it's not like you'll be out much, I'd be happy with twenty. I know that's a hell of a lot cheaper than most people charge for servicing other maker's tech, but I don't mind. Friend's discount." Maybe he leaned a little too heavy, maybe he just hit a nerve, but it's hard to miss how the other bristles, shooting him a look that's far too dangerous. "We aren't friends, not after M.O.B. Look, just because I'm friendly with you doesn't mean--" "It doesn't mean anything. I know. I didn't mean to pry." [...]

:(

[ angst fueled by: gnaw by alex g ]

HIII SORRY FOR NOT ANSWERING. i was almost finished answering like days ago but my tumblr exploded and i didn’t have the energy to retype everything

BUT OH MY GOD UR KILLING ME. U WANT ME DEAD :(

‘Maybe he leaned a little too heavy, maybe he just hit a nerve, … "It doesn't mean anything. I know. I didn't mean to pry."‘ WHAT THE FUCKKKK :((((OUCH. :(((( just the . oughh man i’m crazy. they aren’t friends but clowns trying to reach out but they aren’t there yet and man!!! i know nothing about these guys but i wanna know what happened……. ur writing always kills me u get the angst so so well

[heyaeolus]

HQ boys and their kids when they leave home

Contains: Kuroo, Oikawa A/N: Part two of my self-indulgent series because why not uwu

Iwaizumi’s and Sakusa’s in here! Kenma’s and Atsumu’s in here!

Kuroo

This guy will definitely be the authoritative type of a father. Just look at how he scolds poor kenma and even takes his psp from him. Your daughter will definitely be trained to do just what she is told.

Everytime you leave Tetsurou and your daughter alone, you always come home to your weeping daughter rushing into your arms. Her complaints range from "Daddy didn't let me watch the morning cartoon!" to "Daddy took my phone away!"

The phone, was a wish made by your daughter under the influence of Kenma. Tetsurou was furious when he discovered that your daughter had now learned the dangerous world of gaming from the worst person who could teach her. 

Nonetheless, Tetsurou loves your daughter wholeheartedly. He easily gives in to her wishes and he especially loves being smothered with kisses by your little one as soon as he comes home from work. 

Tetsurou doesn't really get into a lot of work away from home since they are based in Tokyo. But this week, he's going off to Miyagi to close off a partnership deal.

"Take care, honey," you kissed Tetsurou as he pulled up the ladle of his suitcase. Your daughter stood beside you, looking curiously at her dad's suitcase. "What's that for, dad?" she pointed at it. The two of you forgot to inform her about the trip since it was sudden. But you know it wouldn't be a big deal for her, if not a big favor. Since her archenemy would be away, it would instantly mean more time to play games in her phone.

Your husband was the one to answer, looking down at his daughter, "Dad will be going to Miyagi for a week, kitten. You sure will enjoy, huh? Your mom lets you play until late at night." Tetsurou let his disappointment be conveyed through the sharpness in his stare to you. It's not like you are spoiling the child. He's just too strict. Or so you say.

"A week?" you could definitely hear the shock from your daughter's voice as she verified what she just heard from her dad. "Yes, kitten. Try not to be too happy without me stopping you from playing those video games," he sighed.

Tetsurou was used to his daughter being snobby at him since he wasn't exactly the most lenient father but he knows he is doing the right things to raise her. A hand tugging his coat down pulled him out of his trance.

The sight was too much for Tetsurou. His daughter is clinging onto him. Her arms clung onto his waist. And her eyes, oh, her cute round eyes looked up at him with such lonely gleam. The mere sight of it squeezed his heart.  He crouched to his daughter's level and engulfed her in a big hug, comforting her, "Don't worry kitten, I'll buy you a souvenir. Dad won't be gone for so long.

Your daughter sniffled on her dad's shoulder, "How about," she sobbed, "The console uncle Kozume showed me?"

Both you and Tetsurou were dumbfounded knowing what pit you have fallen into. Tetsurou looked like he was in flames from your daughter's request. You hid your face behind your hands, stifling a laugh.

"I should've known that the kitten's got an agenda." His expression darkened, pulling his daughter off of him before he tackled her sides, tickling her while she cackled, wriggling out of her father's hands.

Oikawa

I have this gut feeling Tooru had prayed for a girl when you broke the news to him that you were pregnant. But the gods thought it would be better for him to have a son

It was a crazy roller coaster with the two. At your son's young age, Tooru would always dress him up as a girl every Halloween. He makes sure to stack up on all the pictures. 

To his luck, his son loved the idea of aliens. Partially because of him forcing your son to watch every alien movie in Netflix. That was one of the two similarities they have. Unfortunately, the second one is that they love to play around, recklessly breaking almost everything there is to break in your house while they play volleyball inside.

It's normal for Tooru to leave once in a while but he always makes the best memories out of the time he spends with the two of you. 

"You better not injure yourself one more time papa or else I’ll beat you," your son smirked at his dad, giving Tooru a familiar smirk – something they both would not confess to sharing.

Tooru raised both his brows at his son, asking, "Oh? Are you my mom?" Your son hissed at him, hitting his father with a punch on his arm. "Oww, oww. Sometimes I wonder where you get the brutality from. Are you really my child or Iwa-chan's?" Tooru teased further just as you entered the living room. 

"Would you rather I dated Iwaizumi?" you challenged him, zipping up his handheld bag for him. He visibly tensed in his seat, firmly shaking his head. He finally stood up from his seat to walk to the door, “I better get going! We don’t want me missing my plane.” Slipping on his shoes while saying his goodbyes. He kissed both you and your son. 

You might've imagined it but he definitely sent a challenging stare at his son before he closed the door. You stared at your son skeptically. Even though they fight most of the times, there are also times when they set you up in a huge prank. Your suspicion grew when your son stayed rooted at his place though.

You thought to yourself if he was being sentimental. It had been a while since Tooru left for work so maybe, it affected him. But when the door came bursting open again, you knew it wasn't the reason. "HAH! I KNEW YOU'D BE CRYING WHEN I LEAVE!" your husband pointed accusingly at his own son in his dire attempt to make himself superior. 

"I'M OBVIOUSLY NOT CRYING!"

It was a pointless bickering contest between the two of them from then on and you just rolled your eyes as you let them be.

"Then what was that wet spot in your shirt, huh?"

"It's sweat, ugh!"

Your son turned back from Tooru, waving at his father to shut him off. But Tooru grasped his wrist and pulled him in for a hug. He closed his eyes as he rested his cheek on top of his son's head, "Papa needs extra good luck from his lucky charm. I'll miss you, little alien." The sight was so romantic you can't help but let out a whimper as you watched them. 

"I'll miss you too, papa."

At the end of the day, they're just two sappy goofballs.

[tomurasprincess]

36. For the crusty fucking bitch shigaraki

Pairing: Shigaraki x Reader Quote: I’ve dedicated myself to you! It’s only fair that you do the same. Warnings: Noncon, rough sex, biting, possessiveness, manipulation, murder, yandere

Yandere Prompts

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

You internally wince at the harsh voice of your boyfriend, and also the boss and leader of the League of Villains. You had been hoping to quietly leave the hideout without him knowing.

“I’m just going to visit my sister,” you say in a careful tone. “I haven’t seen her for a while and I miss her.” You pause before deciding to add “I promise I’ll be careful.”

“You think it matters if you’re careful? You could still get caught.” Shigaraki was using his calm, no nonsense leadership voice on you instead of talking to you like a normal boyfriend, and it was pissing you off. “You need to wait for a better time.

“When is the better time going to be, exactly?”

Shigaraki’s eyes narrow at your snarky tone as he stalks towards you. “When I give you permission.”

“You have said no every time I ask, for months.”

“And I’m also saying no this time.”

“That isn’t fair,” you let out a frustrated whine from the back of your throat as you consider your options. You realize your anger is clouding your mind and making you sound childish, but you’re past the point of caring.

You could accept defeat and try again later, or you could wait until he’s gone and then sneak out. But you’re tired of his refusal to let you leave, tired of him not wanting to let you see your family. You decide that it’s finally time to put your foot down. Your first mistake.

“Yeah, well I’m saying yes. You can’t control me,” you say in as defiant a tone as you can muster, standing up straight and looking into the furious, red eyes of your boyfriend. Your second mistake.

Your third and final mistake comes when you turn your back on the man as you head towards the door. You barely get the door open before it’s slammed shut and you’re dragged back into the room. You’re barely even able to struggle as you’re forced down, face first, on the bar, with both arms twisted behind your back.

“Oh yes, I can control you.” Shigaraki leans fully onto your back as he snarls into your ear. “You’re mine.”

You know what you should do, if you were smart. You should beg for forgiveness, apologize to the villain that is your boyfriend, and accept whatever punishment he comes up with. But right now, you’re too frustrated to be smart. So you say the first thing that comes to mind. “I am not yours! You don’t own me.”

“Is that so,” he murmurs in your ear, tone low and dangerous. Warning bells are ringing in your head, but you are in too deep now to dig your way out. So you stubbornly stay quiet so you at least don’t make it worse.

“Then I guess I need to prove it, don’t I? That you’re mine, and I can do whatever the fuck I want to do with you.” With that statement, you feel his hand grip your pants as the fabric begins to decay and flake down into the floor as ash. “My little brat needs to be put into her place.”

You hear a zipper, sounding impossibly loud in this quiet, empty room, and your eyes widen at the implication of what he’s about to do. “I - Tomura, I am sorry, please.” You begin to plead, hoping that he’s just threatening you into submission.

“It’s too late to be sorry now, brat.” You feel something hard and heavy press against the entrance to your pussy, his fingers spreading your folds open. “I am going to show you exactly who owns you.” With that statement, he forces himself into your pussy, inch by agonizing inch.

“Oww, Tomura stop, it hurts,” you grunt out. You are not nearly wet enough to take all of him comfortably, but the villain doesn’t seem to care. When he meets resistance, he simply takes smaller thrusts as he works himself into you, until finally he’s pressing against your cervix.

Tears are running down your face at the painful stretch of him being balls deep inside of you with no preparation, and you try to shift around just a bit to relieve the ache. “I wouldn’t have to do this if you weren’t being such a fucking brat,” he grunts as he begins to thrust inside you. “Fuck, your cunt is so tight like this.”

He grabs a handful of your hair, still careful to keep one finger away despite his anger, and pulls hard, forcing your back to arch so that he can get even deeper inside of your cunt. He runs his other hand up and down your back, sometimes gently, and sometimes digging his blunt nails into your flesh. He pulls almost all the way out of you with every thrust before brutally slamming in, hips smacking against your ass.

You let out an involuntary moan as he hits that sweet spot inside of you, making you see stars as your cunt leaks your juices onto his thrusting cock. “You’re getting wet. You’re not supposed to be getting off to your punishment, you little slut,” he growls as his hand smacks down against your ass.

You let out a small gasp at the stinging pain, cunt clenching down around the cock that’s fucking you into the bar. “Fucking slut, you’re gonna get off, aren’t you? I can feel that dirty cunt of your pulsing around my cock.”

“Please,” you whimper, not sure whether you’re begging him to stop or begging him to let you cum. You can no longer stop your gasps and moans, leaning your forehead into the bar as drool runs down your mouth. Your pussy is soaked now, and you can hear the wet noises of skin slapping against skin as his thrusts become staggered.

“Please what, slut?”

“Please let me cum.” Your face turns hot, shame flooding your system at the fact that you’re getting off to his treatment of you. But the pleasure is building up inside of you, muscles in your lower abdomen tensing up as you get closer to being pushed over that edge.

“I guess I can be nice, this once,” he chuckles as he reaches around to rub small circles on your clit with two fingers. It’s enough to finally send you over the edge, gasping out your orgasm as your pussy flutters around his cock. He follows quickly afterwards, grabbing your hips and thrusting all the way inside, locking his hips as he fills you with hot ropes of cum.

He stays there until he’s finished cumming, pulling out of you with a grunt. You feel his cum sliding down your legs and dripping down onto the floor, and you wince at the sensation. You look up enough to glance into his eyes, as you wait to see what he intends to do now.

He meets your eyes, a contemplative look on his face, until his eyes light up and an evil grin appears across his face. “You know, I was thinking of a way for you to make this up to me.”

You don’t say anything, too afraid of getting in even more trouble and lose whatever opportunity you have to get out of this. You simply wait for him to finish his thought.

“I’ve dedicated myself to you! It’s only fair that you do the same.”

Your heart drops down into your stomach at what he could mean by that statement, afraid to ask but knowing that you have to. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that I only have you and the League, but you have a life outside of both. I don’t really think that’s fair, do you?” He gives you a mocking laugh as he sees your eyes widen with fear.

“You wouldn’t have any reason to leave me or the base if you didn’t have a sister,” he muses quietly.

“Please, you don’t mean - I’m sorry, I’ll do anything, please just don’t.“

But he’s already pulling out his phone to send out a text. You glance at the screen long enough to see one thing that makes your entire body go cold. He’s texting Dabi.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he coos, taking you into his arms when you begin to sob. “You don’t need anyone else but me.”

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[sapphic-yearning-lesbian]

This is chapter two (Chapter one)

Nurse Namaari struggles with the idea of visiting her past patient Raya, but caves.

Warnings: Brief mentions of addiction, and survivor’s guilt. 

Word Count: 2533

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Three days later

Namaari was sitting in her office writing reports when she heard a knock on the door. "Come in," She said as the door slowly opened.

"Hello, It's Sisu; I'm a Psych nurse, we've seen each other multiple times around the ER, but you officially meet me while I was comforting Raya, a past patient of yours. Could I possibly speak with you?" Sisu confidently states while poking her head through the crack of the door.

Namaari raised an eyebrow, shocked to see Sisu at her door. Nevertheless, she nodded. How could she forget that day? Raya's pale body...Sisu's screams...

Snap out of it!

Because of Hippa, Namaari was not allowed to check on Raya. Once a patient leaves the ER, they are no longer her patients, and she has no say in their care, and nine times out of ten, she'll never know if they survived. "Of course. Come take a seat," She finally answers as she motions with her hands that Sisu sits across from her.

Sisu nervously walks over to the chair, sitting down. She looks at a Namaari whose eyes are locked on her purple ones. She chuckles. "This isn't me talking to a coworker, okay. This is me talking to my friend about another friend." Sisu states as she watches Namaari's eyebrows raise before she nods yes, "Raya is in the cardiovascular/pulmonary unit. She survived the emergency surgery! She's still recovering, but she has made it clear she wants the gorgeous nurse that saved her life to visit her."

Namaari was extremely relieved but also confused. "Wait, what? She isn't your girlfriend?" Namaari asked as Sisu's face turned bright red, and she burst out in laughter.

"Hahaha, no! We dated for like a week during nursing school, but we never clicked romantically; We've been best friends ever since tho." Sisu managed to say between her laughter. Once she was able to control herself, she continued talking, "Anyways, she is in the J6 unit in the room: J601," Sisu says with a smirk before standing up from the chair; walking to the door, before stopping to say, "If you visit her, don't do it as a nurse. She's not looking for another member of her health care team. She wants to get to know the YOU who isn't a nurse." With that said, Sisu walks out, closing the door behind her.

Namaari sits at her desk, even more confused. She leans into her chair, thinking for a moment. She really found this girl alluring in every sense, but how was she supposed to chase after a girl she talked to for two minutes before she practically died in her arms. Not practically! She did die!

Maybe that's the reason.

What a great love story would it be...

When Namaari finished her shift three days ago, she broke down: She hadn't cried like that in years! She does remember crying somewhat similarly when she lost her first patient five years ago, but it was a different kind of sadness.

The truth is death was something Namaari had grown accustomed to. Of course, she felt emotional distress when a patient died, but when Raya flatlined; It shattered her.

She often found herself running through the event over and over in her head, trying to pinpoint how she didn't realize the gasps for air between Raya's flirting, where she struggled to breathe.

She should have seen the signs.

She should have realized Raya's heart was straining itself to keep her alive; that's why her blood pressure and pulse skyrocketed before they plummeted.

No matter how many times she runs the scenario in her head, she always blames herself.

When in reality, Namaari is excellent at her job. She has ample experience and education.

Yes, Raya's smile ultimately left her defenseless, but Namaari stood her ground.

Yes, Namaari's heart was fluttering for her patient, but she still put those feelings aside to save her life. Maybe she should stop scolding herself and accept that life is unpredictable.

And one thing holds true: Namaari felt immense attraction for Raya, but she still acted professionally.

Namaari blinked a few times, trying to pull herself out of her thoughts before bringing her hands up to her face, gently rubbing circles into her temples. "What has she done to you?". She asked herself as she laughed and looked at the time; 4 PM, her shift will be over in three hours. After her shift finishes, she'll shower quickly in the staff showers and change into clean scrubs. She scoffs when she realizes she'll have to wear blueberry-colored scrubs; that's the only colored scrubs the hospital provides.

The hospital has their staff color-coded, adult nurses wear grey scrubs, child nurses wear pink, x-ray technicians wear black, pharmacists and phlebotomists wear light blue, nursing assistants wear burgundy, and surgical residents wear blueberry-colored scrubs. Actually, most residents wear blueberry scrubs, but most commonly, you'll see surgical residents marching around the hospital in their blueberry scrubs.

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"OWW OWW OWWW," Raya screams as a surgical resident removes the chest tube that was once allowing the excess air pooled in her chest cavity to escape her body, caused by her collapsed lung. It was no longer needed as the punched lung was fixed during her emergency surgery; they should have taken it out before but hadn't, fearing her lung could collapse again.

Raya felt utterly stupid. She was an extraordinary nurse, and she knew the signs of a collapsed lung, pneumothorax, but she ignored them.

If she thinks back to that day in the ER, she can vividly remember her chest burning in pain; shortness of breath, lightheadedness, an elevated pulse, and finally, the icing on the cake, her left shoulder hurt: All tale signs that her broken rib punctured her lung. Yet, she chose to ignore the warnings.

At least now, she can fully understand the power of adrenaline on someone's mind and body. It can genuinely make you believe that severe pain is minimal and that you'll be okay.

"Sorry, Ms.Hart. Do you want me to press on your magic pain button" The resident stated, causing Raya to stare back at them with frowning eyebrows before nodding no.

Raya was given a medicine button she can press for narcotics every so often, but she was trying not to press the button unless she really needed to. She knows firsthand how quickly people can get addicted to those meds.

The resident chuckled. "Sorry, I forgot you're a nurse, and I don't need to call it a magic button." Raya faked a smile before chuckling. She wasn't trying to be mean at all, but she hated being on the other side. Raya loved being the nurse, and suddenly she's the patient.

The resident smiled once more before excusing themselves out.

"You can stop fake smiling now," Sisu said.

She was curled up on a couch against the window. She had her eyes closed as she was sleeping. "Ughhh, I'm going to be late to my shift," She said, opening her eyes, noticing the clock on the wall before standing up from the couch, where she stretched before smiling. "Nightshift is the bestttt" She joked as she folded the sheets she was using to sleep.

"You must be exhausted! You haven't left the hospital in three days because of your back and forth from your shifts to watching me!! Go home, sleep in your own bed, and shower with shampoo that actually cleans your hair because your hair looks a mess right now." Raya sighed as she sat up in the bed, looking at Sisu with pleading eyes.

"You're my best friend, Raya!" Sisu stated as she finished folding the sheets and turned to look at Raya with tears beginning to pool in her eyes. "You dead...I watched you die." She exhaled as solo tears escaped her eyes; she quickly wiped them away with her thumbs.

Raya was looking at Sisu with sorrow and regret. She knew getting into a fight with Tong was stupid, and they didn't mean to injure each other terribly, but somehow they did. However, she knew she couldn't keep this conversation going as Sisu had 10 minutes to get to the psych department for her shift. So instead, she smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Note to self! Never die again." This statement caused Sisu to chuckle as she picked up her overnight bag; that holds her clean scrubs.

Sisu quickly walks over to Raya, side hugging her gently to not hurt her before pressing a quick kiss on her cheek. "I got to go. If anything happens, please call my office, okay! I MEAN IT." She stated firmly before running out the door.

Raya sighed before she burst out in tears. She had been playing strong for Sisu, but she was in shock. She was sure her best friend knew, but Raya really wasn't ready to talk about it. Raya knew deep down that she was having survives guilt, an overpowering and almost dominating emotion.

Her tears soon became sobs, and she felt her body begin to shake. She knew it was a panic attack, so she began to take deep breaths to calm herself.

Eventually, the trembling stopped while her tears persisted; her body was weakened by the energy needed to cry. She was also physically distressed now as each sob caused a painful sting to travel up her spine.

So she finally pressed her medicine button.

As time went by, her tears lessened, and her pain was managed. Soon enough, she found herself drifting off to sleep.

--

"You're the girlfriend?" Some unknown voice asked.

"Yeah, sure." She heard Namaari's voice hesitantly answer. "I've been in here for an hour, and she just doesn't wake up. Is everything okay?"

The other voice hummed as the conversation amused her. "I'm looking at her patient chart, and it only says to release personal information to Sisudatu." The unknown voice said,  probably her night nurse. "HIPPA Man. I wanna help you, but--"

"Yea, I know. It was worth a try, though." Namaari answered, sighing.

"She's just tired. Look closely at her face; maybe you can figure out why she is so exhausted--ANYWAY, press on the call light if you need anything, or poke your head outside the door. Great to meet you...girlfriend Namaari." The nurse chuckled; it was clear she didn't believe that.

Raya so badly wanted to open her eyelids, but they felt so heavy. She tried to speak, but she was too tired to make words. So as she heard Namaari sit on the chair next to her bed, gently grabbing her call button (that's also a tv remote), turning it on. With the very little energy she had, she smiled as she drifted to sleep once again.

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Nammari woke up curled up in a chair. She looked to her left, seeing a snoring Raya in her patient bed. She smiled, noticing the puffy eyes were gone.

When she came in yesterday around eight pm, she found Raya passed out with red puffy eyes. Tears had stained her cheeks, and her eyebrows frowned. Namaari knew she probably cried herself to sleep before she got there; she even tried to confirm it with her night nurse but to no avail. She yawned as she brought her left hand up to her eye level to look at her watch. 7:30 AM.

She lightly rubbed her tired eyes as someone burst into the room. She removed her hands from her eyes, spotting a very tired Sisu pulling the curtain open. Once Sisu noticed her, a wide smile spread on her face; she turned and noticed Raya was sleeping, so she whispered, "Hey, Namaari. Great to see you! Did you just get here?" She said excitedly as she yawned, placing her bag on the floor; Quickly shuffling to the couch that folds out to a bed.

"I came yesterday, but she was sleeping. It looked like she shouldn't be left alone, so I kinda fell asleep here," Namaari replied as she watched Sisu unfold some sheets, probably getting ready to sleep, she presumed. "I don't work today. I can stay with her..." She began to say as Sisu's eyes shot up from the couch to meet her's with a massive grin on her face.

"Are you completely sure?" Sisu asked, raising an eyebrow. Namaari noticed the eyebags and the apparent exhaustion. She nodded yes before opening her mouth to speak but was cut off by another voice. Raya's voice.

The voice Namaari's been repeatedly hearing in her mind. Precisely when Raya called her a 'godly woman.' Thinking back to that moment made her blush.

"She's... *yawn* ...giving you... *yawn* ..an out.. *yawn* ...take it," Raya stuttered as her eyelids fluttered open. She noticed Namaari first on her right and smiled but brought her gaze back to her best friend. "Go home. It's been four days now. I'm okay."

Sisu tilted her head to the side, looking at Raya with knowing eyes. She turned to look at Namaari. "Raya had a panic attack after I left. That's why she was so exhausted; I'm assuming it's survivor's guilt, but I'm her best friend, so I'm not allowed to evaluate her." Sisu said while crossing her arms across her chest, raising her eyebrows before turning her gaze to Raya. "I'm scared to leave again," She admitted as her tone became soft.

"I'm very much capable of taking care of her," Namaari stated. She knew this current situation was unusual. Truthfully a part of her wanted to leave, believing she didn't deserve even a slimmer of a chance of happiness. However, something kept her there—the desire to TRY and get to know Raya.

Namaari was very self-aware that if she let the opportunity of getting to know Raya personally slip, she would always wonder, what if . Because the truth is, if it doesn't work out, then she can at least say she tried.

Sisu uncrossed her arms and looked over at Namaari. "As a friend?" Sisu questioned Namaari, "Or as a nurse?"

Namaari chuckled. "I'm not part of her medical staff," She stated as she raised her hands in defeat. "I'm here as a friend."

"I thought you said we were girlfriends tho? Or was I dreaming?" Raya randomly blurted, both the other girls looking at her. Sisu's face showing confusion, and Namaari's embarrassment.

"OKAYYY, that's my queue to leave! Tong should be here around 2 PM so you can go home, Namaari." Sisu said, winking at Raya before grabbing her bag and walking out of the room.

Namaari's heart was beating faster, realizing she was alone with Raya. Her cheeks burning as if they were on fire. She turned to look at her and found she was already staring and smiling at her. "Was it a dream?" Raya asked again as she slowly sat up, clutching her chest.

"No, it wasn't a dream," Namaari whispered as she brought her hands down, looking at them.

Namaari was unsure how the next few hours would unveil. All she was certain of was:

She is sitting in a past patient's room.

She agreed to stay for hours.

She's highly attracted to this patient.

She thinks she's lost her dam mind.

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I’m already working on the next chapter. It should be up in the next coming days. But realistically once I finish it; I’ll post it.

[skylarmoon71]

Raphael x Parker Reader- Chapter 2 -(TMNT 2014/2016)

"Oww."

You rubbed your head, squinting as you looked over at the clock. You barely remembered falling asleep, much less on the ground. At least you'd woken up in time for your night job. Grabbing your glasses, you rolled your shoulders getting up. Picking up your phone you shoved it into your pocket, hoisting your bag up as you headed downstairs. May was sitting reading the newspaper on the couch. You took an apple from the counter, tucking it into the backpack.

"Honey, I don't like you working these night shifts, they're dangerous." you shrugged off the comment. "I'll be fine Aunt May, besides I'll be graduating in a few years. All of this is going towards my college fund. "

"That doesn't mean you should kill yourself working, what about your GPA."

"My GPA is fine. I'll have to get used to it when I go away. So I'm preparing for it now. " pulling the bag unto your shoulder, you took off your glasses, wiping it slightly before placing it back on your face.

"I don't think Ben would have liked the way you're overworking yourself." That statement made your body stiff.

"He's not here." you replied coldly. Gripping the strap on your bad tighter, you turned, heading for the door.

"Don't wait up." You were out the door before anymore words could be exchanged. Why did she have to bring up his name?

Agitated, and a bit frustrated, you just head for the night job. Most people hated janitorial jobs, but the one you snagged paid pretty well. You guessed it was because of the hours. Night shifts were the worst, but it was the best distraction from all your problems. You needed to say active. Continuously occupied not just at school, but work too, it probably wasn't the healthiest thing, especially since you'd passed out after your school trip at that genetics lab a few weeks ago. Since then you'd been feeling like crap.

You scratched the red bug bite on your hand absentmindedly. You should have gotten it checked out, between the headaches and chills, you just crossed it off as a bug or infection. You really thought it would have passed by now. Constantly working your body maybe wasn't helping either.

"You deserve this, it's your fault."

You grimace, trying to rid your mind of that inner voice.

"Get to work." As soon as you got there, everything would be better.

~~~~~

You clocked in with the security guard, waving at the man as you pushed the bucket.

"It's Friday night, what are you doing, go and do teenage stuff kid." you shook your head.

"No can do Mr. Reese, gotta put the hours in." He shook his head with a smile. "Enjoy life now, trust me. There's nothing wrong with being driven, just don't let it be all that you're about. You feel me?"

"I hear you!!" clicking the elevator, you entered pressing the button for the top floor.

Two hours into your cleaning, and you were actually starting to feel a tinge bit better. You scrubbed and wiped every surface. At one point you'd stopped to watch the view. This particular building was one of those publishing departments. Scandalous articles were usually thought up and printed in this room. You gazed over at the desk.

Journalism was somewhat intriguing to you. But science would forever be your first love.

The clicking of a lock behind your back made you flinch. You spun around.

"J-John?"

Not a sound.

You squinted, eyes zeroing on the door. You were pretty sure no one else but you were scheduled to work on this floor, and John checked the halls every thirty minutes, he'd buzz by not too long ago, so it couldn't have been him. Your brows furrowed when you heard another unfamiliar sound from ahead.

You approached cautiously, looking around the room. There was nothing but computers and monitors in here. The flickering of the lights ahead didn't do much to calm your nerves. As you rounded the corner, your stomach dropped at the sight of John ducked taped and lying on the floor, blood running from his forehead. His eyes caught you, orbs widening as he tried to move upright. He thrashed about, groaning and trying his best to scream over the tape on his lips. The clicking of a gun behind stopped you in your tracks.

"What do we have here, so the old man was lying, I knew there was someone else here." your heart was racing. "Turn around slowly, try anything and I'll blow your head off. " you swallowed, raising your hands slowly as you turned. Now facing the man you could make out his features. Early thirties, dirty blond hair, dark eyes and a malicious smile on his lips.

"L-Listen h-he's got kids, please. Whatever you need I can get it for you, just leave him alone. "

The smile on his face got wider. "I'm impressed, I thought for sure you would beg for your life. You got guts, I'll give you that. " he pointed the gun at John, and you panicked, stepping in front of it. John couldn't do much but watch helplessly. You could hear him sobbing in the background as you blocked his way.

"P-Please."

"Sorry kid, nothing personal. I already got what I came for." He flashed the flash drive in front of your face, tucking it into his pocket.

"Unfortunate for you, I can't have any witnesses. Went through hell to disable all the camera's on the floor. Can't have you both snitching on me." He fires a shot, and you jumped as it broke the glass behind you. You could hear it shattering in the background, and he let out another laugh.

"Bad shot, sorry. Don't worry, I'll make it quick." your eyes hardened. He was enjoying this. He took a step forward, placing it right over your heart, and John closed his eyes, resting his head on the floor in defeat. You however weren't planning to give up that easily. You screamed unexpectedly, throwing him off slightly. The action gives you about a millisecond to direct the gun away from your heart. You slapped his hand sharply, and he gritted his teeth, firing. The bullet went off ahead, and the gun flew out his hands a good distance away, and you shoved him, rushing to grab it before he could get a hold of it.

"BITCH!!"

He sprinted after you, and right as you dove to get the gun, his body collided with yours. The scream that releases from you this time is very real, because of your close proximity to the glass windows, your back hits the flat surface.

The cracking echoes in your ears, and before you know it your free falling, so is your assailant. In your haste to grab something solid, you end up pulling him. Both of you are free falling. Tears build up behind your eyes, and one last attempt to grip something, your hands skid on the edge of the building, except now, you're no longer moving, or falling for that matter. Your eyes are still tightly shut, and you're wondering if maybe you're already dead. If so, that was fairly quick, painless. But that isn't the case. You can still feel the wind.

"Wind?"

You crack an eye open. They both spring open when you look down.

"SHIT!!" your locked unto the side of the building still, how? You have absolutely no idea. Your head turns, and your fingers are stuck to the glass like a suction. You blink a few times, heart still hammering. The vicious male who attacked you is also alive, but he's in a very different situation. Unconscious too from what you can tell.

There's a long metal chain hanging from the top of the building, wrapped around his ankle. You track it to the top, and your eyes meet with a pair of emerald ones. The figure there makes you question a lot of things, and he's staring at you with the same level of shock. Possibly because you're stuck to the side of a twenty story building like it's nothing. He's not human, not even close, but you're starting to wonder if that's maybe your brain trying to make sense of all that's going on.

"Raph!"

The scream catches his attention and he yanks the chain roughly, hoisting the male into the air like he weighs nothing.

You're still partially paralyzed, and it dawns on you that whatever is going on, you should get a move on before the effects wear off and you fall to your death. So very cautiously, you inch up the building. You're moving slowly, calculated.

Making out the broken opening your bodies made, you hoist yourself into it, dropping down back first on the ground with a sigh of relief. You don't even pay mind to the clear cuts on your palms from the glass. Must be the adrenaline.

All you know is, something has definitely changed.

[mandelene]

For the drabble prompts, what about single father Francis taking Matthew and/or Alfred to the doctor’s, where he meets Dr Kirkland for the first time? Bonus if the twins try to set them up, but don’t worry if you think it’ll be too long for a drabble. 💕

I did make it way too long, but once I got into it, I couldn’t stop myself. 😅💖 Sorry in advance. I hope you enjoy it! Also, I want to make a disclaimer that I do not think parents shouldn become infatuated with their kid’s doctor irl, nor should said doctor react the way Arthur reacts in this story because it’s unprofessional. 🤣  It’s just a story! 

Extreme Hopscotch and a Hot Date

Word Count: 2060

“Alfred, please, don’t make a scene!” 

“No! You can’t make meeeeee!” 

Francis did not think he’d be frantically rushing a bleeding Alfred to the nearest urgent care clinic at seven o’clock in the evening because someone thought it would be a good idea to create a game of “extreme hopscotch” in sidewalk chalk right in front of the house. Long story short, after a miscalculated cartwheel, Alfred managed to fall on his arm and land in gravel, resulting in a three-inch laceration leading all the way from his wrist and stopping midway down his forearm. 

Alfred is a menace when it comes to receiving any sort of medical attention, and Francis has tried everything to get him to be more cooperative—bribing him, whispering sweet nothings, soothing him, lecturing him, scolding him—nothing works. 

Thankfully, he has a secret weapon…

“It won’t be so bad, Al,” Matthew tries to convince his brother. “I’ll hold your hand, okay?” 

Alfred swipes at his red puffy eyes with the sleeve of his sweatshirt and sniffles wetly. “I don’t want it to hurt.” 

“The doctor will make it better,” Matthew promises, squeezing Alfred’s shoulder. “And maybe you’ll get a lollipop at the end!” 

Francis doesn’t know how Matthew has become better at getting through to Alfred than him, but he’s grateful for it.  

The idea of receiving a lollipop seems enticing enough because Alfred sullenly walks his way over to the pleasant medical assistant who has been patiently waiting for him to follow her down the hall. 

“You can come right in here, boys,” she says, holding the door open to an exam room. 

Francis picks Alfred up and sits him on the exam table so that he doesn’t have to struggle to climb up. He places a warm, reassuring kiss on his forehead, and then, he and Matthew sit in a pair of chairs opposite Alfred. 

“So, what brings you guys in today?” 

“Alfred fell on gravel while playing on the sidewalk and has a gash on his forearm. I’ve tried my best to keep it bandaged, but the bleeding hasn’t stopped,” Francis explains, pressing his palms against his knees. He has a fair bit of white coat syndrome himself, so being calm for the boys in these types of situations often proves to be difficult. 

The medical assistant notices Alfred’s rolled-up right sleeve and the gauze around his arm. “Ouch, that’s not good…All right, honey, I’m just going to take your vitals.” 

She takes Alfred’s temperature with an ear thermometer. When it registers as normal, she checks his blood pressure—also normal.

“Does he have any medical conditions?” 

“No.” 

“Allergies?” 

“Not that I know of.”

“And how old is Alfred again?” 

“Seven.” 

The medical assistant busily types away at the computer for a moment, clicks some boxes, and then says, “Okay, one of our doctors should be in shortly. Feel better soon, sweetie!” 

Francis thanks her as she leaves and shoots Alfred another encouraging smile. “It’s going to be okay, mon chou. 

Five minutes of tense silence go by, aside from Alfred occasionally asking, “Is it going to hurt? Am I going to get a shot? Are they going to cut my arm off?” while Francis tells him to relax and take a deep breath. 

There’s a knock on the door. A doctor of average height with emerald green eyes, tousled blond hair, and a white coat comes in. He shakes Francis’s hand and greets him by saying, “Good evening, I’m Dr. Arthur Kirkland.” 

“Francis,” Francis replies, mouth suddenly dry. 

The doctor turns to the exam table to shake the hand of Alfred’s uninjured arm, and Francis can see that Alfred is impressed that he’s being treated like a grown-up. “You must be Alfred, and I’m assuming that that’s your brother sitting over there.” 

“Yeah, that’s Matthew,” Alfred supplies with another wet sniffle. “He’s my twin, but I’m older than him by like ten minutes.”

“I see,” Dr. Kirkland says before shaking Matthew’s hand as well for good measure. “It’s a pleasure to meet you all.” 

He pauses to look down at Alfred’s injured arm and gently lifts it up. “Can you tell me what happened here, Alfred?”

“Ummm…Uhhh…I sorta was playing extreme hopscotch with Mattie and got to the part where you’re supposed to do a cartwheel, but I fell over and hit my arm and cut it.” 

“Extreme hopscotch?” Dr. Kirkland asks, raising a brow before carefully undoing Francis’s makeshift bandaging. 

 “…Yeah, it was an idea Mattie and I came up with…” 

 “I told you it was a bad idea,” Matthew mumbles from the sidelines. 

Dr. Kirkland smiles, clearly amused by the story. He sets Alfred’s arm down for a moment to put on some gloves and frowns when he gets a good look at the ugly gash, which is still bleeding even two hours after the incident. “Has this been cleaned out?” 

“I tried,” Francis says, holding a hand against his temple. “I wanted to rinse it under the sink, but Alfred threw a fit, and I don’t think I got very far.” 

“Hmm...” He turns Alfred’s arm back and forth several times and feels along his wrist and the surrounding bones. “Does it hurt when I press around here?” 

Alfred whimpers and says, “Yeah, when you pressed up there.”

“Up here?” Dr. Kirkland asks, prodding around Alfred’s wrist again. 

“Oww!” he exclaims, and a few tears roll down his cheeks. “It hurts.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make it worse…I need to check something, all right? And it may hurt for just a moment, but you seem like a courageous boy, and I think you can handle it. Okay?” 

 “…Okay.” 

Francis smiles again and gives Alfred a little thumbs-up. Given how he normally acts at the doctor’s—he’s doing phenomenally.

Dr. Kirkland slowly rotates Alfred’s wrist and tries to hyper-extend it forward, but Alfred lets out a sharp shout, so he stops. “All right, all done…We’ll have to make sure you didn’t break any bones in your wrist or arm when you fell, Alfred, since you’re having some pain and swelling. So, I think it’d be wise to get an x-ray. We can do that here and know within a few minutes. We’ll also have to clean that wound and give you a few stitches.” 

“I-Is it going to hurt?” Alfred asks in the most pitiful tone Francis has ever heard him use. 

“Maybe a little, but then it’ll feel much better later.” 

Alfred swallows hard and mumbles, “Okay.” 

After a nod of confirmation and understanding from Francis, Dr. Kirkland says, “We’ll take him for the x-ray first. The medical assistant will come and get him. I’ll return once we have the images.”

Francis nods his head again “Okay, thank you!” 

“Not a problem.” 

Dr. Kirkland steps out for the time being, so Francis gets up to give Alfred another comforting kiss on the head and wipes his tears with some tissues. 

“See? That wasn’t so bad, right?” Francis murmurs, running a hand through his hair. “The doctor seems very nice.” 

“You should go on a date with him,” Alfred abruptly says, and Francis feels his heart skip a beat. 

“What in the world—?”

“You said he’s nice.” 

Matthew then jumps into the conversation and adds, “You were looking at him all funny, Papa.” 

“I was not!” 

“You so were,” Alfred agrees with a giggle in between his pained sobs. 

Before Francis can analyze the social cues he must have obviously given for the boys to be suggesting such a thing, a new medical assistant arrives to take Alfred to go and have his x-ray taken. Francis offers to walk him there, but Alfred insists that he’s a “big kid” and can go by himself. 

“You haven’t been on a date in a long time, Papa,” Matthew whispers. 

“I’m not going to have a fling with Alfred’s doctor, Mathieu!,” Francis whispers back. 

Alfred is brought back to them about ten minutes later, and the doctor arrives fifteen minutes after him with some medical supplies. 

“The good news is Alfred doesn’t have any fractures. It looks like a bad sprain. I’ll give him a brace to wear on his wrist for the next two weeks until it stops being sore and tender,” Dr. Kirkland tells Francis before looking down at Alfred. “Let’s get that wound sorted and you can be on your way. No more extreme hopscotch though, all right?”

“All right,” Alfred reluctantly agrees, hunching his shoulders. 

“I’m going to give you some medicine to numb the cut so that it won’t hurt when I put the stitches in.” 

But when Alfred spots the syringe and needle, he screeches at the top of his lungs, and Francis does his best to calm him down. 

“Alfred, Alfred! What happened to being a courageous boy?” Dr. Kirkland asks. “It’s just a little needle.” 

“No shots!” 

“Alfred, please,” Francis begs. He was doing so well! 

Once again, Matthew comes to the rescue by taking Alfred’s healthy hand in his own. “It’s okay, remember?”

Alfred squeezes Matthew’s hand and buries his face into his Papa’s chest to weep some more. 

Dr. Kirkland, meanwhile, coaxes Alfred to extend his arm and place it flat on the exam table. “It’ll be quick, Alfred. I promise.” 

“I take back what I said, Papa. You can’t date him! He’s a meanie!” 

At that, Francis turns beet red and really wishes he could disappear. Maybe the poor doctor didn’t hear that. “I’m so sorry. I have no idea what he’s talking ab—”

“A date?” Dr. Kirkland inquires, and Francis isn’t sure if he’s continuing the topic of discussion because he’s genuinely curious or because he wants to distract Alfred from the needle that’s now approaching his flesh. 

“Papa is single and hasn’t been on a date in forever,” Alfred explains, head still pressed into Francis’s shirt. When the needle finally pierces his skin, he yelps, but Matthew squeezes his hand and Francis rubs the back of his head even though he is mortified. 

“I see…The worst part is done with, Alfred. You shouldn’t feel any more pain, but your arm may feel tingly and strange as it becomes numb. I’m going to rinse this out with some sterile saline…” 

Francis doesn’t dare to look, afraid he’ll accidentally meet the doctor’s gaze and make things a million times more awkward. Alfred eventually loosens his grip on him and Matthew, curious to see what’s being done to him. 

“There we are. Much better,” Dr. Kirkland says before he readies the sutures. “This shouldn’t hurt, so tell me if it does…” 

“How many stitches?” Alfred asks, less hysterical and distraught now. 

“As many as it takes to close the wound. Probably around fifteen.” 

“Gross…But that’s also kinda cool.” 

Dr. Kirkland smiles again—he has such a lovely smile, Francis thinks. 

Alfred’s eyes widen as he watches the doctor work. “You do it so fast!” 

“You’re not the first person I’ve stitched up…It’s very important that you don’t touch your stitches or rip them, or else the wound won’t heal. You can come back to have them taken out in ten days.”

Once that’s done, Dr. Kirkland wraps Alfred’s arm in some gauze to discourage him from picking at the sutures and puts his wrist in a small brace. “How does that feel?” he asks. 

“It doesn’t hurt as much.”

“That’s the answer I was looking for,” Dr. Kirkland says before typing some notes into the computer and scribbling something on a piece of paper. Then, he hands Alfred a lollipop and a sticker that he fishes out of a drawer and turns to Francis to inform him, “You can give him some ibuprofen tonight before he goes to bed to bring some of the swelling and pain down. Ice and elevation will also help. You can get his detailed discharge forms from the front desk. Do you have any questions?” 

“No, that’s all. Thank you very much.” 

Dr. Kirkland nods and hands Francis the piece of paper he was writing on, except it’s now folded in half. Then, the doctor helps Alfred down from the exam table, pats his head, and says goodbye. “Stay out of trouble and feel better soon!” 

Francis assumes the paper contains some instructions regarding Alfred’s care. But when he unfolds it and realizes what it is, his hands tremble. 

It’s a cellphone number...

[cloudsrust]

Okay, so this is a bit of a personal hc that I have, but I think DJSS would probably have pet bugs, like ants, butterflies and spiders. It's surprising, but there's a lot of bug motifs in astronomy (Beehive Cluster, Butterfly Diagram {for sun spots}, Red Spider Nebula, etc) and his commercial did feature a butterly at the beginning. Thus, DJSS finds bugs neat and admires their work ethic despite being so miniscule and fleeting.

Anon oh my god this is an amazing headcanon!!  (Also how did I never notice that butterfly before what;;) And I didn’t even know about the bug references in astronomy! That makes it incredibly fitting.  I can for sure see DJ taking an interest in insects- especially with all the talk about everyone being just a speck of dust in the whole universe, looking at bugs like ants would practically be like looking at humans under such perspective. They could also be like some kind of coping mechanism (following the headcanon that DJ is actually insecure of his place in the universe), both in a sense of having an illusion of control by taking care of something so small and also as something like “If such tiny creatures with such short and fleeting lives go on, why shouldn’t I?”  It would be kind of funny if he kept something like mantids too since they’re often seen as “the alien insect” ohoh.  Bugs also seem like a break from his intensive thoughts about space and stargazing, something to keep him down to heart let’s say. OH and the thought of him having to be extra careful due to his size? Priceless. Oww now I’m just sobbing thinking of that butterfly in his commercial being maybe one of his own lil pet bugs and him just carefully handling them and complimenting their job on set once they were done :,> (Also him working into his speech something that would let him star one of his bug darlings into it- just.. Him at 3 am going “...mETAMORPHOSIS! YES!” sdsgdjs) 

[mcshiiin]

Title: Worthless

Sypnosis: Just TsukkiYama angst that no one asked for

Pairings: Tsukishima Kei × Yamaguchi Tadashi

[A/n: Welcome to my Angst Mondays.]

"All I wanted was your genuine love, Tsukki!"

Tadashi's breathing synced with the rhythmic beating of his heart. Each contraction is a poison to his system. A dull knife carving a scar on his soul.

"Yamaguchi," not a minute passed when Kei's low voice touched his ears; but it wasn't gentle like they used to be. It's harsh, unforgiving. It used to be soft, affectionate. He used to call him Tadashi.

"I can't love you unless you love yourself first."

"Okay you know what? Fuck you!"

To say the least, Kei didn't expect Tadashi to use that kind of language.

"Don't you dare use that bullshit logic on me, Kei. I may not have the ability to give it to myself but I deserve to be loved. I deserve to be cared for. I deserve to be cherished!"

Tadashi spit his name with so much hate it pierced through Tsukishima's seemingly ice cold heart. The impending wave of tears finally found its way through the freckle covered cheeks of his. Grief crashed along with intense anger it made his balled fist shake with animosity. He seethes through gritted teeth, almost growling at the latter.

"I'm taking my leave," said Tadashi after a minute of silence. He turned away from him, took half a step. He took another half step, then another, slowly walking away from his lover. He trembled in pain, and quivered in ire. Tsukki didn't even bother to chase him.

"I-I... I take back what I said, T-Tadashi."

Kei thought the lump on his throat would never go away. If it never did, he would be forever grieving. He wouldn't forgive himself for lying to Tadashi.

"What the fuck?"

"You deserve all the love in this world, Dashi."

The said Dashi whipped his neck so fast he almost broke his bone. The silly nicknamed made it hard so to leave. A stray sob then erupted from his pale lips.

"I lied at first. I love you. I could go on all day and list everything I adore about you yet 24-hours wouldn't suffice. You self harm, you hate yourself, but I still loved you. I still do."

Yamaguchi remained silent; almost hoping they could get back together.

"I just don't want to lose my self."

Tsukishima could die any moment now. The pure torment dripping off of Tadashi can obliterate him. The blonde can't let go of Yamaguchi with him thinking he's unworthy. Although they need to let go of each other at some point.

"I'm breaking up with you. Please, whatever reason you may come up on why I'm doing this, disregard those. You see, Yamaguchi, we're both poison to each other. It hurts me more than it hurts to you when you refuse to accept your flaws and treat yourself as something lower than a trash.

When you fall to a self-pitying pit, what do I do? I'd climb down to rescue you. To remind you how great, amazing, and superb partner you are in the best way I could. You know how bad I am in terms of affection, right? How many times have I told you how beautiful you are? How many times have I told you how lucky I am to see the whole universe in one glance at your face?"

Tsukishima felt more strained right now than having to play 5 volleyball matches. With every move of his heart comes a sharp knife cutting through his flesh. His knees are very week at the moment. If he could only latch onto his lover, he would never let go.

"Yamaguchi, do you know why I love you so much?"

At loss for words, he shook his head.

"Because I loved myself first. Yamaguchi, you can't give what you don't have. And just like you, I believe deserve to be loved. I deserve someone that'll appreciate me. I, too, deserve to be cherished.

I don't deserve to be treated as someone like a band-aid that you'll use to cover up your bruises. I'm bleeding too."

Quick as a lightning, the brunette grab a hold of his hand tightly. Almost pulvorizing his bones out of shock and disbelief. With small hiccups falling from his lips, he tried his best to speak.

"T-Tsukki... N-no. I'll change. I'll change for you, for us. Please no. Give me... two, no three, yes. Three days and I'll come back as someone better! Don't love, just don't."

Tsukki tried but failed miserably. Tears are also streaming non-stop from his eyes just like Yamaguchi. Both crying for different reasons. One for loving too much, one for too much sorrow.

"I love you enough to leave you, so you cannot further destroy yourself. So please I beg you, let us go."

He removed the hands clutching on him for dear life. He can't be weak spirited or else this won't end. He need to be brave, to be courageous to set him free.

"But you told me you'll always be there for me. Why are you breaking your promise, Kei?"

"Because if I don't leave, there's no escaping the ugly aftermath of this. I'm losing myself while loving you. If I'm reduced to nothing but a hollow shell of who I was, how can I possibly stay and be there for you?'

And with that, they never saw each other again until 10 years later in the most inconvenient place of all.

The amusement park, 4pm at August 31st.

Tsukishima collided into something hard, and soft at the same time. Soft enough not to be a wall or a pole, and hard enough not be a mascot of some sort.

The event was so sudden, so fast, he stood there frozen.

"Oww. Man, you gotta look where you are going."

Yamaguchi Tadashi sat on the floor on his bum. He wasn't holding anything, so nothing spilled. He's somewhat okay, except for his butt that had a rough time with the floor. Unknowingly, the person he bumped with was star strucked and fell head over heals once again.

"You didn't even bothered helping me h-- TSUKKI?"

Thank you so much Yams, you made it all awkward, calling your ex like that as if there's no bitter history between you too.

"Ahem. Sorry I was so shocked to see you here. You weren't the one to be spotted in these kinds of place in the first place."

"Clumsy as ever, ne?"

"Hahahaha."

They got along well in an instant. An old friends, an old soul reaching its destination all these years. No resentment. No things left unsaid.

"Are you with you're significant other?"

The blonde shook his head, a rare, small smile grazing his dainty lips.

"I'm actually with my family. We got separated for some obvious reasons and here we are."

Yamaguchi wondered, has Tsukki's face always been this bright? An ethereal glow illuminating his features, highlighting the happiness in him. Tsukishima noticed his stare and was quick to change the topic.

"Why are you here again?"

"Oh I got lost. I'm with Kuroo. We've been dating for about 2 years, you know?"

I see. He thought but didn't voiced it. They were sitting on a nearby bench and inhaling the soft ambiance of the park. So serene, so calm, so painful.

Nothing changed, Dashi is still as gorgeous as ever.

"Kei," he hesitated but still proceeded. "Look, I'm sorry for what--!"

Kei doesn't want to hear it.

"No. There's no changing the past. We're both on a better place now, right? And that's what matters."

"Tsukki-!"

Got cut off again.

"Dashi, I just want to remind you, you're worthless," curiosity resurfaced on the said man's face but he disregarded it since he spotted a familiar rooster hair on the crowd behind them.

"You're worthless. Not because your existence has no value rather there's nothing as valuable can measure up to your whole being."

-Fin

[A/n: Big thanks to you if you reached up to this point. I hope you enjoyed!]

[uwushitoshi]

Midoriya Izuku x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Soulmate au! Where you feel the pain your soulmate is going through, have the same wounds either inflicted.

Summary: You definitely did not expect to meet your soulmate during your exam, let alone see him hurt himself and hurt you as well.

Special thanks to @generalbtsanimestudent​ for creating the cute and wonderful title pic above. Check her acc out! She makes cute and aesthetic wallpapers.

*Italicized texts are Midoriya’s POV or thoughts*

You were finally here. Standing in front of U.A., the school you have always dreamed of attending. The path to being a hero seems clearer and brighter. You already took the written test so you were there to take the practical test. 

You were walking towards the school when you saw a boy who looked like he tripped and was about to fall. You used your quirk on him which was telekinesis to stop him from falling for you and to start floating.

He looked really confused as to why he was floating so you went to him to explain the situation.

“Are you okay?” You asked him still using your quirk on him. “It’s my quirk. Sorry for stopping you, but it’s bad omen to trip and fall.” You stopped using your quirk and helped him to make sure he was stable. “This sure is nerve-wracking. Good luck to the both of us!” You waved him goodbye without even giving him a chance to reply and went inside.

‘I talked to a girl!’ Midoriya didn’t even realize he was grinning widely.

After Present Mic explained the mechanics to us, we headed to the test site. I was trying to calm myself by doing some meditation.

‘Why’s everyone so confident?! Aren’t they nervous? Ah...they even have equipment to match their quirks.’ Midoriya looked around and saw the same girl that helped him earlier. ‘Ah! It-it’s her! We’re at the same test site. I’ve got to thank her for earlier.’

Suddenly some guy wearing glasses stopped him, “That girl seems to be doing some meditation. Why are you here? Trying to interfere?” the boy grabbed him which caused Midoriya to flinch. Other exam takers felt relieved that they have one less person to worry about. ‘I can’t blame them for thinking that.’

“And begin! What’s wrong?! The test started! RUN! RUN!” Present Mic shouted which caused everyone to start running.

Robots were being destroyed left and right. ‘Sigh...50 points. I need more, I wasn’t able to get the other robots having to help others from getting crushed by robots. But I guess it’s fine as long as they’re safe.’ You looked around for more robots.

‘I’m already behind. Calm down! Calm down! I can do this! I’m meant to do this!’ A one-pointer robot suddenly appeared in front of Midoriya but he wasn’t able to move out of fear. Another examinee took care of the robot, destroyed it and thanked Midoriya. ‘This is bad. This is bad!’

A big thundering noise was heard by everyone. It was caused by a zero-pointer robot, everyone ran away from it and pushed away anyone that was in their way.

“Oww...” You looked for the source of the noise and found it to be a girl who seemed to have fallen and was trapped under some debris. ‘Should I or should I not? I mean what’s the harm?’ you contemplated. ‘F*ck it. Let’s just save her.’ You immediately tried to use your quirk to get her safe and out of the robot’s way but then you saw someone suddenly run past you and towards the robot.

It was the guy from earlier, he was saving the girl from being hurt by the robot. Seeing how he was gonna attack the robot, you used your quirk on the girl to make sure she was able to get out safely. Pain suddenly shot throughout your arm, “OWW!!! AGHH!!” Examinees surrounding you looked horrified and didn’t know what was wrong with you. They were panicking not knowing what to do. 

While in pain, you looked up to see if the guy was able to defeat the zero-pointer robot, you saw he was flapping around in the air with one of his arms that looked burnt and broken. Still in pain you used your quirk on him to make sure he landed safely. When he was able to land safely, you stopped using your quirk, exhausted but still relieved.

“Just... one point!!!” Midoriya was desperate but he was still glad that the girl was safe.

“It’s all over!!!” Present Mic announced and you saw how devastated the boy was. You immediately ran to the boy to check up on him. You kneeled down beside him and stared at his hurt arm, yours still hurting. He was passed out, probably from exhaustion of using his quirk.

‘Could he be-no, that-it can’t be-he’s my soulmate?’  Your curiosity made you poke his arm lightly which caused pain to shoot through your hurting arm. ‘No way! He definitely is! This was the guy causing me pain from before!’ You looked around fro help, hoping someone would be able to.

A short old woman, Chiyo Shuzenji, also known as Recovery Girl went beside you looking at the boy.

“Oh my, so your own beloved quirk did this to you. Almost looks as though your body isn’t used to it.” She kissed him to heal any of his injuries which stopped the pain from your arm. 

“This one will be fine, how about you, dearie? Are you hurt anywhere?” You realized you were till holding your arm and released it, “Ah! No-no-I’m fine. I’m his soulmate so-” You were flustered not used to admitting it.”Ah, I see. Please take care of him well and make sure he doesn’t hurt himself this bad anymore.” You bowed to her as she went to take care of others that are injured.

You went with the paramedics who brought him to the nurse's room. "Please give this to him when he wakes up and tell him to contact me." You left them with your contact number and went home.

Midoriya was waiting for a letter from U.A., while lifting some weights on one arm, he got shocked by the sudden appearance of his mother holding a letter. He went inside his room while his mother was waiting outside, walking back and forth.

When he opened the letter, a projection of All Might appeared and explained everything he needed to explain. "Even if you pass the written portion...getting zero points on the practical naturally results in failure. However, that is not the end of the story! Please watch the screen!" When Midoriya looked at the screen, he saw the girl he saved talking to Present Mic. "She came right to us after the exam. Why? Just keep watching."

"Um-that curly haired boy with freckles, can you give him some of my points. I heard him say just one point which means he didn't get any points right? At least how many points he lost saving me!”

"You've moved others with your quirk and she is not the only one..." All Might pointed at the screen behind him.

Another girl appeared, 'It's the girl who helped me!' Midoriya continued to watch the screen.

"The green haired boy with freckles...the one who injured his arm while saving the girl...can you give him some of my points. He didn't earn any points right? You can take some of mine, I already passed the written portion and I had about 50 points for the practical, so please give him some of my points." You looked so desperate which caused his heart to clench.

"Unfortunately, we aren't able to do that. But! Don't worry, it will be fine." Present Mic looked sorry for not being able to do what she said.

"Is that so...then-then please tell him to contact me, I left the paramedics with a paper with my number to contact me. Tell him his soulmate is looking for him!" This caused Midoriya to look at the paper on the table beside him. ‘So this is her number...wait! She’s my soulmate?! She probably felt my pain when I got injured...”

All might continued explaining things and rescue points which meant Midoriya still passed! He felt extremely grateful and was full on sobbing. The projection stopped and closed, his mother barged in his room looking at him expectantly.

"I passed! I passed! I also found my soulmate!" His mother looked extremely relieved and happy for him. After calming down, he sat on his bed and was just staring at the piece of paper with numbers on it. 'Should I or should I not? Let's just do it!' He typed the numbers on his phone and waited for it to ring.

When it began to ring, he got startled and was just staring at it nervously. "Hello?" A girl's voice answered. "Uh-hello-uhm-I-uh" Midoriya was just stuttering. "Who is this? Hello?" The girl sounded like she was getting annoyed. "It-it's me! From the entrance exam...you-you said to contact you." Midoriya's voice getting smaller and smaller as he talked.

"Ah! It's you! What the heck took you so long to call me! Do you know how long I waited?! I-I thought you didn't want to meet me..."

"No! I-I didn't know! They just gave me the paper, I didn't know you were my soulmate! Do you...do you wanna meet up?! Let's meet up! Now!"

"Now?! I mean...I guess we can. Where do you want to meet up?"

"Let's meet up at Takoba Park. Would that be alright with you?"

"Yeah...I'm heading out now."

When Midoriya arrived at the park, he saw a girl sitting on the sand. He went closer to her and reached out when he suddenly felt himself floating. He panicked not knowing what do since he was really scared.

"Ah! It's you. Sorry, I didn't know it was you."  Midoriya stared back at the girl and felt himself being slowly put down on the sand.

"You-you're my soulmate right? How did you find out? I-I mean I guess during the exam right? Sorry- I-uhm didn't mean to get hurt, I was just trying to save the girl and uh-I should stop-uhm-I-uh-" He stopped babbling when he felt warmth and realized he was being hugged.

"I'm glad you're okay...you're not hurt anymore right? You shouldn't get hurt like that! You should learn to control your quirk more!" Now he was being scolded, he didn't know what he was feeling but he liked it. "I'm okay...thank you for worrying. I-I passed the exam!" He hugged you tighter. 

"I'm glad you passed but you should still be careful...should we go somewhere and eat?" 

"Okay...but can we stay like this just a bit longer."

"Okay."

"Okay."

“Wait...I don’t know your name and you don’t know mine...”

“Oh right! Mine’s Midoriya Izuku, yours?”

“L/N Y/N.”

Thank you for reading! Please don't be a silent reader. Please like, reblog, comment and follow me!

[kileyrose-2003]

Rose the Hat x Fem! Hurt Reader

A/N: Hello lovelies! This request was made by @mewbleu I hope you enjoy it. If you want a part 2 lemme know. I have another request coming up soon next week.

Warnings: The usual except with this one there is a age gap between Rose and the Reader but it is a 100% legal and past age of consent, age gap.

SLAM! You fell to the ground as one of the jocks at your high school pushed you to the ground. Most people would panic on being so unceremoniously thrown but after years of this occuring you simply learned to lay down and take it.

You were always told by your mother from the time you were little that you were special. When the words were uttered to you by her they were endearing and doting but by others, not so much.

"You're such a freak, Y/n! We all know there's something wrong with you!" You winced as a foot connected to your side. "Why can't you just fess up and tell us what it is?"

You couldn't. They'd think you were crazy and you would be outcasted even more. "I can't." The sound of hands smacking against flesh radiated down the halls.

'Damn my birthday being one day over the cut off. I'm 19. I should be able to get out of here," You thought to yourself, trying to block out the pain.

His hand connected with the collar of your shirt and your head hung limply in the air. "Listen here you little bitch! I'm prepared to do whatever means necessary to get the answer out of you. Even that means I have to concuss you: Now confess."

He raised a fist and you shook your head. "No! No! Please! I'll tell you! I'll tell you!" You begged. "That's a good girl." He slowly began to lower you back down to the ground. 'Good. He's buying it.'

"Tell me what it is that you do that makes you so special?" Fear radiated through your eyes. You had to escape. "I can't tell you out loud. You have to come closer." He rolled his eyes and moved his face closer to yours. "There."

"Closer." Your bodies were nearly inches apart from each other. "I'm listening." You leaned your head to close his as if you were about to whisper in his ear and kicked him in the groin.

You expected the jerk to fall to the floor but he was strong. Anger flowed through his energy and all you could see was red in his eyes. "You little whore!" His fist connected with your face and the entire world around you spun.

"Oww! Oww! Oww!" You screamed and knocked him over using your shine as you cradled your broken nose. "What the hell is going on?" You could hear one of the teachers yelling down the hall.

"She-she-" The bully looked at you with terror in his eyes. You didn't have to be in his mind to know that he was trying to figure out how it was that you knocked him over without even touching him, let alone what he was going to tell this teacher because you didn't have to be shiny to know that there was no way the teacher was going to believe him.

"T-The freak started it! She looked at me funny!.."

"So you hit her?!" Teachers began to crowd around you and you felt people shaking your shoulders. "Y/n! Are you okay?" Despite the pain you were in you could tell even beaten and defenseless, they were scared of you.

"I-i-" Your head felt heavy and you had a moment to register you must of gotten a concussion as faces and voices around you began to fade in and out.

You could remember being lifted into the ambulance and having pills shoved down your throat and bandages being pressed against your nose but other than that everything was completely a blur.

One of the teachers called your mom and you could of swore you vaguely hear her saying something to your mom about how you were "strange" but you thought nothing of it.

They all thought you were strange besides your mom. She was the only one who really liked you. What her response was, you couldn't remember but before you even had enough time to register or even think about how long you were there you found yourself at home. How you got there, you didn't know but you were happy to be there. It was the one place you didn't feel like as much of a freak.

"You okay?" Your mom a ran hand through your hair and you sniffled, trying to get comfortable on the sofa. "Yeah..Just really sore." Your mom nodded solemnly and held your hand. "Can't say I'm surprised you took quite the blow."

"I didn't start it mama. I swear." You felt the tears brimming in your eyes and she wiped them away. "I know. Everyone knows." You nodded even though it hurt. "Good. They are all such jerks."

She hummed and there was a brief moment of silence following it. "What did he say to you?" You cocked your head. "What do you mean?"

"I know you pushed that boy, Y/n." The answer was met with silence and she sighed. "They're jealous, you know?" You hadn't heard her speak to you in that tone in so long.

"No, they're not."

"Yes, they are."

"No, they're not. They're all afraid of me. It's like they look inside me even though I've tried to be like them and they see what lays beneath the surface and it scares them. I'm not normal, mom. I'm a freak."

"No, you're not." She insisted. "Yes, I am. Mom, look at me. Do you know any other person who can do the things I do?"

"No but it makes you special. You have a gift, a beautiful one. You can push things, make them move with your mom. Stop people from doing things! No one can do that besides you. What makes you different makes you beautiful and if other people can't see that, they can go fuck themselves."

You sniffled and gave a hint of a smile. "I don't ever want to hear you say that about yourself again because you are so special and someday I'm sure you'll find someone just as special as you and they'll appreciate you."

"If you say so." Your mom placed a kiss on your forehead. "It's almost 4. I've got to get going. Dinner is in fridge and if you need anything just give me a call. Got it?"

"Got it." Your mom smiled sadly and grabbed her purse. "Hang in there, sweetie. It'll just get better from here." You refused to acknowledge her and she walked out the door.

You threw a blanket over yourself a little after she left and took it upon yourself to try and sleep off all the painkillers you were on. When you woke up the clock on the stove read 8:00 PM and your mouth was dry. You stood up lazily and walked over to the fridge, searching it for something with flavor besides bottled water but found nothing.

"Local coffee shop is open. I could always go there. It's only a block away." You grabbed your purse and put your favorite hoodie on before showing your earbuds in.

You stepped outside and breathed in the cold air as you looked up at the sky. There were no stars shining down on you. Just darkness. You felt alone and cold. "There has to be more people out there like me. I know there has to be."

You could see your neighbors looking at you from the corners of your eyes and waved but they shut the curtains in your face. You learned to try and not be offended by it along time ago but you couldn't help but feel that stabbing sadness and longing for love.

You hated it here. You hated everyone in that dumb town. You stepped off your porch and began the walk down the streets. You could lights burning in the night from the distant shops down the road but you paid them no mind. The only thing that you could focus on was that awful thudding in your head.

As your hand connected with doorknob of the cafe, the door swung open and your purse spilled all over. "Well, hi there!" You heard a woman laugh. You immediately picked your things up off the ground. "I am so sorry. I should of watched where I was going."

"No, no. I bumped into you first. Here, let me help you." She knelt down to your level and handed you your wallet. "Besides, it looks like you have a rough day." You wouldn't of laughed if you thought she was being condescending but there was something about this person that made you feel like she was safe.

You let out a chuckle and looked up. "You have no idea." You thought the woman standing infront of you easily had to of been one of the prettiest people you've ever seen.

"Yeah well, people fear what they don't understand. Her grey eyes interlocked with yours and you felt your heart sink into your stomach. "You can-"

(Oh yes.)

Your cheeks went red and you averted eye contact with her. "No, no, no. No shame. It's beautiful and you're beautiful." A smile graced your face and Rose grinned. She had a feeling she was going to like you. "How about we talk about this in a more private setting? No judgment. No nothing."

Something deep down told you not to trust this woman but she was special, like you. She had to be a good person. You knew she was. "Yes," You mumbled softly. "Good. That's what I thought."

Before you even knew it you and the hat woman were sitting together in the living room, her hands intertwined with yours.

"There are two types of people in this world. The rubes and then the steamy ones and you my dear are quite steamy." You furrowed your brows. "Steamy?"

"Special. It's what you have up here." She gently caressed your temples and you winced. "So what exactly happened to you today that you have all this on." She gestured to the bandage over your nose. You refused to say and she ran a hand through your hair.

"You know people are afraid of what they don't understand, right? So much pain and terror your whole life, huh?" You bit down on your lip. "I-" You burst into tears and started sobbing.

"Shh..no tears. No pain." She hummed softly in your ear and hugged you. It felt so weird to be hugging this stranger but it also felt so right. "Show me how special you are."

"W-what?" You hicupped. "Show me how special you are." She repeated. You hesitated and then flipped over the coffee table with your shine.

Rose grinned and rubbed your back. "Oh yes. So so special..Y/n, I want to help you." You wiped your tears away. "You do?"

"I do. Don't you want a family? To be loved?" You froze. "How did you-"

"Oh sweetie, I know everything about you and I can help you. Just give in and join me. I'll bring you home."

'I have to be dreaming. This is all so crazy,' You thought. "Oh it's not crazy. It's real. You want to come with me, don't you?"

"I-i do." You felt your body growing limp in Rose's arm. "Sleep well."

Instead of the loud slam of your body hitting the floor you were awoken by the loud shutting of a door. "Well hi there, sleepyhead!"

You groggily sat up in bed and looked all around. You felt like you were back at a more tasteful version of Woodstock.

"W-where am I?" You stuttered, lazily sitting up and leaning back on your hands. "Home, like I promised." You coughed and your mouth felt like sandpaper. "What did you do to me?"

"Nothing you have to worry about." Rose booped your nose and eyed your body carefully. "Tell me, how old are you darling?"

"19," You hummed softly. "19! What an age. I have a girl in the family around your age. Both such beautiful things with so much potential."

"Oh, I'm not pretty," You blushed. "Oh yes you are! I'll just have to show you eventually." She gave an impish grin. "Anyways, I'm going to offer you a deal that I haven't made anyone in 9 years."

"Which is?" You asked. "Stay with me and you'll have a family who will nuture you and love you all the more for you and not have to worry about a thing for the rest of your life. 10 years from now you're still 19. 100 if you have good genetics, maybe 20. Stay young, eat well, live long."

"With no strings attached?" You asked. "None what so over." You smiled despite the terror you felt. "Okay. I'll do it."

"Excellent." You went to sit up out of bed but Rose pushed you back against the mattress. Her long and attractive body leaning over top yours. "Oh no. You're not going anywhere yet. I still have to show you how special and pretty you are.."

[sharinluna]

Love and Producer(MLCQ) Kiro Kiss Date Translation

Copy pasting my translation from Reddit.

Kiro's Kiss Date is a future karma but the timeline of the date is assumed to be during chapter 12 before Kiro announces his retirement. So I'm posting my translation based on KR text. I translated about 80% and tried to keep to the original Korean text as possible, but took liberty to paraphrase some sentences to make it sound more natural in English.

Also, MC’s name is Yōurán because that is the unofficial default CN name.

Star Cluster Date

I underestimated Savin’s work as Kiro’s agent. It was just as, no, harder than my job as a producer. I went over the schedule again, checking each item with my finger one by one.

Yōurán: 9:30 is rehearsal, then we have to try on the stage costumes, then to the concert… oh no! I screwed up!

Kiro: Screwed up what?

Just then Kiro slided next to me and glanced at my notepad, then he sighed in an exaggerated manner.

Kiro: How cruel, Yōurán! You didn’t even give me time to eat!

Yōurán: That’s why I yelled “I screwed up…” But we still have time to order some takeout…

Kiro: But I was looking forward to a lunch you cooked out of love!

He pursed his lips and began to torture my conscience with puppy eyes. In the yellow light, his eyes looked even more pitiful. He must have practiced making that face!

Yōurán: All right, all right… Today is late, but how about tomorrow?

Kiro: That’s a promise. I knew you would care for me! I hope you become my one and only agent from now on.

Yōurán: Savin will be upset when he hears that…

Although I said that, my heart was fluttering. If I could continue being Kiro’s agent… My thoughts went back to the day Kiro barged into my house in the middle of the night to ask me about this.

Kiro: For real! Just for a week!

I wanted to help him of course, but I couldn’t readily accept this kind of offer right away!

Yōurán: But… I have never worked as an agent before, do you really want me to? You must know other people who are more experienced in this job.

Kiro: But there’s no point if it’s not you.

I couldn’t say no to his insisting. Truth was, I was also eager to accept this offer.

Yōurán: Okay, I’ll do it.

As soon as I answered I heard a yell through the receiver. I began to feel excited as well.

Kiro: Great! Get ready because I’m going to your house in 30 minutes!

Yōurán: What, now?! What’s all the hurry?

Kiro: There was a change of plan, my friend wants to start practicing tomorrow. Why else would I bother you like this in the middle of the night?

Yōurán: But like you said, your schedule is tomorrow… why do I have to start tonight?

Kiro: To get to know each other more intimately, of course. For an entire week we have to be the best of partners sharing our daily schedule from meals to transportations.

Wait, was this also part of an agent’s job? So, I have to stick to Kiro every moment of the week?

And he really took me along everywhere he went for the following week. But I did little to manage his schedules as a celebrity. It felt more like I was getting to see his world that I have never seen before.

Even without my clumsy help he was already the perfectly radiant sun. Whether it was rehearsals or social relations, he managed his affairs meticulously. I doubted whether he needed me as his agent in the first place.

Yōurán: You can manage yourself just fine without my help, right?

Kiro: Don’t lower your worth like that.

His answer was serious. I could faintly smell his sweat that still remained from his rehearsal as he came closer. His voice lower than usual surrounded me. I could feel heat emanating between us.

Kiro: I wouldn’t know what to do without you.

Yōurán: But I didn’t do anything…

Kiro: You’re next to me, that’s all I need.

Kiro: Do you think it’s childish, wanting to show only your best side to someone you like?

He looked softly at me. Underneath the light his eyes were like honey, sweet and profound.

My head was filled with his words “someone you love”. I couldn’t find my voice, so I shook my head to tell him that no, I did not think it was childish. Which he must have found funny because he laughed out loud. His hair tickled my neck as he shook with laughter but I couldn’t push him away.

Kiro: Haha, look at you all worked up.

Yōurán: It’s because you’re suddenly being all mushy…

Kiro: Then, get used to it from now on…

He pulled me into his arms and his continued confessions conquered my ear, defeating all coherent thoughts left.

Kiro: I love you… I love you, Yōurán… I love you the most in the world…

(like 好きだ in Japanese, 좋아하다 in Korean means “like”, but it can also mean “love”. So Kiro and MC are repeating the same word but the meaning slowly changes from “like” to “love”.)

His hand was supporting the back of my neck, preventing me from escaping the sweet whirlpool that I was slowly drowning in. My hands landed on his shirt after not knowing where to go, and his palm covered them warmly.

Kiro: If I ever leave…

He was whispering next to my ear, but I felt like I could hear him from a thousand miles away. I hugged this sensitive, lonely soul without knowing what would happen in the future.

I knew that his “leaving” meant something serious, but I felt like I should inquire like everything was normal.

Yōurán: Are you leaving the country again? How long are you going to be gone this time?

A short pause passed, then he resumed his playful way of talking.

Kiro: Yes. I’m going somewhere very, very far, and will be gone for a very, very long time. You’d better not sob your heart out for me because you miss me. (He is saying “sob/sniffle” but in the sense of “crying like a little kid.” I don’t know which is the most appropriate, sob? wail? bawl? sniffle? whine?)

Yōurán: I’m not going to! I’m not a child!

Kiro: But I’m going to.

Kiro: So, will you promise me? That you won’t forget me if I’m gone.

I had so many things I wanted to say to him, but I had to accept that there must be a reason he was like this. So I nodded firmly, then he laughed lightly and our foreheads touched. It somehow felt like a farewell.

Since that day, he never once brought up anything about “leaving.” It felt like I was worrying for no good reason. I didn’t know where the “somewhere very far” was, nor did I know how long was “a very long time”.

Two days later, I heard him talking to someone on the phone in the dressing room. The voice was him, but I’ve never heard him sounding so cold like that.

Kiro: …………more time……... ………after I leave…………

The way he spoke reminded me of what he said earlier, and I couldn’t ignore it. My head told me to walk past, to not concern myself with this. Everyone has a side they don’t want others to know, and Kiro was no exception. But concern that was growing bigger in the silence made me go toward the door.

While I was hesitating, the door – which turned out to be unlocked – pushed open by itself. Kiro hurriedly ended his call when he heard me. His face was calm just as always.

Kiro: What’s up? Are they looking for me?

Yōurán: Umm… no, I was just…

My eyes landed on his phone before I could come up with an excuse. His eyes followed suit and glanced at his phone, then he gave a sigh full of meaning and approached me. The sharp way he held himself made me take a few steps back, but I couldn’t escape the flick on the forehead.

Yōurán: Oww!!

Kiro: It’s bad habit to eavesdrop on people.

Yōurán: I wasn’t… I was just passing by and happened to…

Kiro: That’s not good either. I can tell by your face. You heard everything right?

Yōurán: But I really didn’t….

Kiro: That was classified information. What should I do with you now?

Yōurán: I will never tell anyone!

Kiro: You’d better, or else…

His always bright and cheerful eyes narrowed to emit a threatening atmosphere. I was suddenly reminded of the “You know too much, I’ll have to kill you.” scenes in movies. I felt a shiver in my back.

What was he hiding? What did this have to do with his “leaving”? Was he in this willingly? Or did he get caught into this without a choice? If the latter was the case, he must be facing a really difficult predicament. What should I do to help him then?

Having reached this thought, my desire to help him get over this drove away my fear. Making my decision, I spoke from my heart.

Yōurán: Your phone call… does that have to do with your “leaving”? If you could let me help…

…then could you stay? Instead of going someplace far away from here?

But my words were interrupted by his sudden burst of laughter.

Kiro: Hahaha! You got it very wrong!

Yōurán: But you said something about leaving on the phone…

He laughed even more harder when he heard my words. He laughed so hard that tears were hanging on his long lashes.

Kiro: That was my line from the new movie I’m going to shoot. I was acting as an emotionless killer. I was practicing on my own, but I had no idea that you were listening.

Yōurán: And the classified information thing…?

He motioned exaggeratedly to be quiet. The icy atmosphere was long since gone, everything was warm and bubbly again.

Kiro: Shh… Of course it’s classified. It’s not even announced to the public yet! Savin won’t let me hear the end of it if he knows. So you have to keep it a secret!

So everything was concluded as his impromptu prank.

Yōurán: You should have told me earlier.

Kiro: Sorry, sorry! But you should have seen your face! I just had to tease you a bit.

Yōurán: Thanks to you, I’ll probably get “The Best Reaction Award”.

Kiro: Then I, Kiro, will award Miss Chips “The Best Reaction of the Year”!

He went along with my bad joke in a witty way.

Before I could say anything further, he removed the pendant from his neck. One could immediately tell how much it meant to him. His lips held the silver pendent, giving it a kiss, then he continued his speech.

Kiro: Will Miss Chips kindly come up to the stage to receive her award?

Then he placed his pendant on my neck like it was a medal. His fingers brushed the sensitive skin on my neck and I held my breath. I thought he would take the necklace back after he was done joking, but he clasped the chain and stepped back.

Kiro: Keep it safe for me while I’m not around.

Yōurán: Wait! This necklace means so much to you! I can’t have something like this!

Kiro: That’s why I’m putting it in your care.

He stroked the pendant with utmost care, a forlorn look appeared on his face for the shortest moment.

Kiro: I’ll have you again when I come back.

I didn’t know whether he was talking to the pendant, or to me whose hand was still caught by his.

And did my heart feel like it was being teared apart because I knew he was leaving? Or was it something else?

My one-week experience as Kiro’s agent was about to end. And the show was about to start. Kiro did his best to ensure that this show was perfect. The show started at night, but he'd begun preparations since morning. He was always ready to help the staff with a welcoming smile.

Under the spotlight, with the stage and music, he will always be a star. But seeing him like this only made me fear more about his leaving.

If Kiro the sun leaves, what should they do – the crowds cheering for him under the stage?

What should I do?

My thoughts were thrashing and turning as I listened to his music. I clutched the bouquet for him tighter.

What stance should I take when I give this bouquet to him? As his one-week agent? As his ardent fan? Or….. as Yōurán, who doesn’t wish to see him go.

Before I could find the right answer, the show ended with thunder-like applause. The audience kept shouting for an encore.

Kiro: Do you have anything to give me?

I held the bouquet out to him, my hands still shaking from all the excitement. He was smiling tenderly like always, but his eyes held so intense an emotion.

Kiro: The flowers are really cute. But that’s not what I want.

Yōurán: Oh, don’t you like them…?

Kiro: I like them. But what I want right now is…. you.

He reached his hand out and pulled backed the clothes hanging above me, and trapped me inside the narrow space.

His bangs brushed my nose as the abrupt kiss landed on my lips. His tongue pushed inside roughly and hastily. I put my hands against his chest but couldn’t find it in me to push him away.

I could hear the fans shouting for an encore not far away, but their din faded out in my ears. All I could hear were us breathing heavily. Our breaths entangled drinking in each other, and I was out of oxygen. I felt dizziness and couldn’t think anything. I could only open my mouth wider and thirst for more like a fish out of water. He held himself while checking my response, then moved in deeper to meet my craving. It felt like my every cell was getting infected by him. I couldn’t keep myself from getting closer to his body, wanting, asking for more.

We forgot that we were at the backstage with the crowds waiting behind, until we heard his friend looking out for him.

Friend: What about Kiro? Where is he? He was right next to me just a moment ago.

Yōurán: They’re looking for you!

He released me reluctantly, then he leaned down to kiss the pendant on my neck.

Kiro: Next time, it might be you who have to find me. No matter how far and long I’m gone, it’s up to you to find me.

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Yōurán(MC) already knows that something's going on, but she chooses to go along with Kiro and pretends that nothing wrong is happening. But they both know that their time together is about to end soon. 

[jrubalcaba]

Can’t Help Falling In Love - Ch. 24

Can't Help Falling In Love Chapter 24 - A Steve x OFC fanfiction

author: jrubalcaba

featuring: OFC Evelyn “Evie” Rogers x Steve Rogers

word count:  5296 words

rating: PG

warnings: cussing, fighting

A/N: credit to @suz-123 for the character of Alice and thanks to @celeb-fess for being my beta!

After Bucky and Alice had found out about me (finally!) being pregnant, Steve and I decided to keep it a secret. I was 14 weeks along when we found out, but we wanted to make sure that everything was going well with Baby Rogers before we told the rest of the Team. 

A couple days after Steve’s birthday, he and I went back to see Helen’s colleague, Dr. Kevin Davidson privately, not telling anyone except Bucky and Alice. He ran a few tests, just to make sure that I was getting enough nutrients in my system and that BR (Baby Rogers) was getting enough from me. We also got to get an ultrasound done, so we got to see our baby and hear its heartbeat.

Finding out that he was going to be a father made him tear up, but hearing his child’s heartbeat turned Steve into a sobbing mess. I’ll admit that I cried too, but he was openly weeping when the most beautiful sound in the world came on over the speaker. Dr. Davidson had stepped out of the room to give us a few moments to enjoy hearing our baby’s incredibly strong heart pound away. We left that day with a picture, giddy with absolute joy. The doctor tried to see what gender the baby was, but all we were able to see is that the baby had Steve’s perfect nose.

Then, came the bad news.

Our wonderful Doctor felt that since it had taken longer than it should have to get pregnant, and that I am not enhanced in anyway, I was considered high risk and should be put on bed rest for the duration of my pregnancy. He was concerned that since this child was half super soldier, I would be under greater stress than Alice was under, and that was with her ‘abilities’. I was in partial agreement, but I did point out that our baby was also half un-enhanced, so it couldn’t be nearly as bad, right?

Oh, how wrong I was.

I was still having trouble keeping food down without the Zofran, so I had to keep taking it every day. On top of that, it made me incredibly sleepy, so I was barely able to keep my eyes open. Dr. Davidson had told us that I would feel rundown, and Steve attributed my exhaustion to the baby, not the medication.

It was a couple weeks after Steve's birthday party, and I was hanging out in the living room with Becca. Alice and Bucky haven’t had time to themselves since she was born, so I told them that I would watch her while they had a date night. Steve was out running a few laps with Hunter and Howie, so I had snuck downstairs with her.

Why did I have to sneak out? Because Steve has turned into an almighty dictator.

From the moment we got home from seeing Dr. Davidson, Steve wasted no time in telling, no demanding, that I stay in bed all day, every day. I tried my best to argue, but Alice and Bucky backed him up, especially Alice. I understood where she was coming from, but no one was listening to what I was saying.

That wasn’t even the worst part.

Steve felt that in addition to being in bed all day, I shouldn’t be bothered by anyone at all. Which meant that I literally only saw him throughout the day when he was bringing me food or when he was going to bed. He tried to keep Bucky, Alice and Becca from seeing me, but Alice wasn’t having that. She knew how horrid isolation could be, especially after her time in the lab, so she would sneak Becca up to see me. After what I had put her through while she was pregnant, I thought she would go along with Steve’s demands, but I’m glad she didn’t.

Becca was playing with her toys on the floor when I heard the backdoor open, followed by the sound of dog nails clicking on the hardwood.

Uh oh.

Hunter came in and laid down on the floor next to his little sister, while Howie came over and sat next to my feet. I scratched his head as the sound of a water bottle crinkling reached my ears. I slowly looked over my shoulder and met the unforgiving gaze of my husband.

“Hi babe,” I squeaked, swallowing thickly. He took a deep breath before letting it out in a huff, walking over to stand on the other side of the couch from me.

“You’re not in bed,” he snapped, crossing his arms. I went to stand up when he put his hand out to stop me. “No, don’t get up. You’ve already moved enough.” He walked over and stood in front of me, anger radiating off of him.

“Steve, come on. I’m still capable of moving around. I don’t need to stay in bed all day,” I retorted as he glared down at me.

“I don’t fucking care,” he snarled. “You are supposed to be resting and growing our baby.” He took another deep breath to calm himself before continuing. “Against my better judgement, you, Alice and Bucky got me to agree with you watching Becca for them. My stipulation was that you would stay in bed, but the moment I leave the house, you go against that and come downstairs!” He ran his hands through his hair in frustration, and I kinda felt bad.

Kinda.

“Steve, I can’t do this anymore!” When he looked at me in confusion, I went on. “I can’t spend any longer up there. I’m going crazy!” I struggled to get to my feet, my anguish quickly being replaced by anger. “You’ve turned me into a prisoner in my own home, Steve! I can’t take it anymore!” The ongoing isolation had finally come to a head. I wasn’t sure if it was hormones or just my mind losing it after being locked up, but I started crying. Not just a few tears, but full-on weeping.

Becca chose to start fussing at that moment as well, which I barely registered through my tears. Howie, sensing that I was distraught, immediately jumped into defense mode, getting between me and Steve, growling and baring his teeth. Hunter, realizing that both his little sister and I were in distress, leapt up, snarling too. Steve froze, not knowing what to do. I was suddenly overcome with a jolt of pain so intense I couldn’t breathe, causing me to sink to my knees.

“Oww!” I shouted, holding my side as I felt my baby move for the first time. Steve was at my side in an instant, only to be bitten by Howie.

“Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you? I'm your dad, remember?” Both dogs kept a defensive stance in front of me, staring Steve down while he held his arm. “Fine, I'll stand over here by the wall. Happy now, assholes?” He stomped over to the wall, glowering at the dogs. The pain finally subsided enough for me to reach down and pick Becca up.

“Sweetheart are you okay?” I cooed as I rocked her. She began to calm down, batting her big blue eyes at me and pouting her lips. “Becca I’m so sorry baby.” I felt terrible for making her cry.

“What the fuck is going on?” I heard from the kitchen. Alice came rushing to me and grabbed her daughter, while Bucky stood in the doorway looking from Steve to the dogs and I. “What the hell happened to you, dude?” Steve huffed before explaining.

“Evie and I got into an argument. She started to cry and so did Becca, so both dogs jumped to their defense. I mistakenly thought that Howie wouldn’t bite me when I went to Evie, but he did.” He walked into the kitchen to clean his arm, Bucky following him to help. Alice turned to me, and I tensed, waiting for her to yell at me for making Becca cry.

“What were you arguing about?” she asked, patting Becca’s back. I looked up at her, scared to say anything.

“I was telling Steve that I couldn’t take being locked up in our bedroom 24/7. He was mad that I had come down here with Becca instead of staying upstairs.” Tears began to fall again as I thought about my niece crying on the floor. “Alice, I’m so sorry.” She looked at me, shock plain as day on her face.

“What are you sorry for? You don’t deserve to be locked up like you have been,” she replied. I cried more as I realized she didn’t understand.

“I let Becca cry. I...didn’t keep her happy,” I wailed before sinking back to my knees. “OWW!” I cried out again as BR moved, causing me more pain that made me fall over on my side.

“Ohmygod Evie!” Alice shouted, kneeling down next to me. I felt the floor quake as Steve and Bucky thundered in, my husband vaulting over the couch to get to me. Howie was on the defensive again, making his way to plant himself between Steve and I.

“Oh no. You’re not biting anyone this time!” I heard Bucky yell as he ran off. “Come on, you two are going outside with me,” he called as he came back, apparently attaching leashes to both dogs and hauling them outside.

“Evie, baby, are you okay?” Steve asked shakily. Baby Rogers was still moving, and it took all I had not to scream in pain. “Alice what’s wrong with her?” He sounded so scared.

“Fuck Steve, I’m not a doctor,” she spat at him. “But, I think that maybe the baby is moving, and since she’s not enhanced and the baby is, it’s hurting her quite a bit.” She rubbed my back for a few moments. “Evie, can you talk?” she asked finally.

“Yeah, a bit,” I croaked. I opened one eye to see the both of them staring down at me with concern written all over their faces. “The baby was moving. I didn’t expect it to hurt that bad.” I groaned as a little hand or foot poked my stomach a few times. After awhile, it seemed that BR had calmed down, so I sat up slowly, not wanting to startle it. I looked at Alice, my shoulders sagging. “Is it supposed to hurt this much?” She bit her lip before nodding.

“For a half super soldier child, yes. Imagine how it must have felt with Becca, and that was with how fast I heal.” I winced before looking over at Steve.

“Come on, let’s get you back upstairs. No more arguing tonight. We’ll both get checked out in the morning,” he said simply, and I honestly had no strength to fight him. He picked me up and carried me upstairs, laying me in bed as gently as possible. He kissed me before leaning his forehead against mine. “I’m going to go lock up and then I’ll be right here okay?” I nodded and he was gone in a flash. I snuggled into my pillows, letting my exhaustion sink into my bones. Steve was suddenly back, making me wonder if he had somehow begun channeling Pietro’s spirit. He crawled into bed next to me, wrapping his arms around me and we were both asleep before you could say ‘Quicksilver’.

The next morning we woke up still in each other’s arms. I stretched and yawned before struggling to sit up. My movements woke Steve and he hurriedly helped me up the rest of the way.

“Evie, baby, are you okay? Tell me the truth, please,” he pleaded as he rubbed my back. I took a deep breath, both wanting to tell him everything but also not wanting to.

“Yes and no. Steve,” I started, not sure how to go on. I decided that honesty was the best policy, so I let him have it. “You made things worse. I know that me and the baby are your top priority, but locking us up isn’t working.” My emotions were starting to get the better of me, and after last night’s events, I was keen to not be in that much pain if I could help it. I took a few calming breaths to steady myself before I went on. “I know you see me as some kind of damsel in distress, but for fuck’s sake Steve. I’m a grown ass woman, stop treating me like a fucking five year old!” He had the decency to look ashamed. “Would you have done this to Peggy?” His jaw dropped as my words registered with him. I waited for his answer, almost afraid to hear it.

“No.” So it’s just me that he treats like a child. Awesome.

“What did she have that I don’t? Why wouldn’t you have locked her up too?” I asked, venom in my voice. He gave an exasperated sigh.

“Because she could take care of herself,” he answered at last.

“And I can’t?” I have about had it up to here with this shit. I felt the baby kick, and I winced. So much for keeping calm. “Steve, I am the most distinguished doctor in the anatomical pathology field. I’m second to Bruce in nuclear physics. I am the only person who can calm him down from Hulking out. I’ve trained with Black Widow, Hawkeye, and a Slayer and walked out alive. Motherfucker, I have literally bitten a complete stranger and drawn blood, in YOUR honor, and walked away unscathed, and you have the audacity to insinuate that I can’t take care of myself?” My temper had taken over, and I was madder than hell. “Fuck you Steve Rogers. This is why I never wanted to tell you how I felt in the first place, because no matter how hard I try, I will never measure up to the great Peggy Carter!” A wave of nausea was coming, so I bolted for the bathroom, fortunately making it in time. Baby Rogers didn’t like that, so I was blindsided by pain as I crumpled to the floor.

After a few moments, I was able to get back up and go back to Steve. He looked like he had been crying. Serves him right. I climbed back into bed, waiting for a response. He rubbed his face with his hands before sighing.

“Evie, I know you can take care of yourself. It’s one of the many reasons I fell in love with you,” he began. “You are a regular badass.” I giggled at that. “I wouldn’t have done this to Peggy because back then, things were different. There weren’t all these new evils in the world. I wasn’t worrying about Bucky, or Tony, or anyone, except her. Now, I have you, the baby, Bucky, Alice, Becca, and everyone else. We’ve had Loki and his army of aliens, Ultron and his army of robots, the bullshit with Tony and Bucky, being on the run and hiding out in Wakanda.” He stopped to take a deep breath before he went on. “Never in a million years would I have imagined having to protect my family from all of this. It’s just so terrifying to think about losing you two and not being able to stop it. I lay awake at night, worrying about how I’m going to keep you safe. I’ve lost so many people in my life, but if I were to lose you, I don’t think I’d be able to walk away from it.” I started to cry at his words. “I know I get upset over little things and I’m sorry about that. I just don’t want anything to happen to you or our child and if locking you up was the only way to keep you safe, I would do it forever.” I reached out and embraced him and he broke down too. We sat there holding each other tight as we sobbed over the thought of losing our family. “Evie?” I heard him mutter after what seemed to be ages.

“Yeah Steve?” I replied. He pulled back so he could look at my face.

“I’m sorry for making you feel like you’ll never measure up to Peggy. Yes, she will always have a special place in my heart, but it’s nothing compared to the love that you and I share. You’ve made me a husband and a father, and that’s something that she can never do.” I smiled, realizing that he was right. I’m finally better than Peggy fuckin’ Carter when it comes to Steve Rogers.

“Thank you Steve. That makes me feel better,” I said in return, a smile spreading over my face. “Am I still going to be on lockdown, or can I venture around the house now?” I asked hopefully, batting my eyes. He chuckled before leaning in to kiss me.

“You can go wherever you want. Just be careful,” he warned, his smile playful. “Now, let’s go eat some breakfast. Gotta keep my girl and my baby fed.” He helped me off our bed and we headed downstairs. We entered the kitchen and were met with the icy glare of Bucky Barnes. “H-hey Buck, Alice. What’s up?” Steve asked nervously. Bucky walked over, grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, and marched Steve into the exercise room, slamming the door shut behind them. I looked over at Alice, who was feeding Becca, uncertain of what was going on.

“Evie, relax. Bucky is just wanting to have a little chat with Steve. Wanna hang with Becca after you’ve been able to eat?” she asked. I knew she was trying to distract me from Bucky and Steve, but either they were talking incredibly loud, or I was starting to get enhanced hearing from sharing blood with the baby, cause I could hear every word they were saying.

“Steve, I don’t know what your fucking problem is, but I never want to come home and see my daughter crying like that again.”

“Buck, come on. We were having an argument, voices get raised. I’m sure you and Alice have those too.”

“No Steve, we don’t. We’ve made it a point to never raise our voices around Becca. You scared her, and brother or not, that pisses me off.” I heard Steve suck in a breath to retort back but Bucky cut him off. “Don’t even get me started on how you’ve been treating Evie. I may have backed you at first, because she’s not as durable as Alice, but isolation? Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Bucky, don’t. Evie beat you to it. She ripped me a new one already.” I heard Bucky scoff.

“No, she was probably blowing smoke up your ass. Evie is afraid to hurt your feelings, but I’m not. I know that you’re worried about her, but she’s tougher than she looks. Jesus Steve, she went all fucking zombie on some stranger for you!”

“You know how I don’t get involved in you and Alice, Buck? Care to return the favor?”

“Yeah well when Evie is the one watching MY daughter, I’m gonna get involved.”

“Okay yeah, she did do that, but she wasn’t pregnant with MY goddamn kid then! I saw how this affected Alice, were you rational then? Did I give you a hard time? Back off Buck!” I could hear both of them panting, and I was afraid that they would come to blows.

“Evie,” Alice called to get my attention. “Don’t get yourself upset. That’s not what you need right now. Just let the boys have their fight, they’ll feel better afterwards.” She reached over and patted the back of my hand.

“Yeah, I know, but I never wanted to come between them,” I sighed. I could hear the punching bag being pummeled and weights being lifted, so I felt a tiny bit better.

“You’re not,” she argued. “They’ll fight and get it out of their system. Bucky’s just worried about you, but so is Steve.” She sighed. “Anyway, better Bucky go and tell Steve off for how he’s been acting with you, because if it was me?” She trailed off, chuckling sinisterly. I shuddered at the thought of her ‘talking’ to Steve. BR moved just then, causing me to cry out in pain. Alice rounded the table, grabbing my arm to help hold me up. I heard the door open, followed by the sound of Steve and Bucky running in.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Is it the baby? Are you okay?” Steve fired off, not giving me a chance to answer. I reached out and grabbed his hand, squeezing it as hard as I could.

“I’m fine Steve. Your kid is just stretching,” I panted as the pain went away. I sat up straight, leaning back in the chair and huffing out a breath. “I didn’t even do anything that time. What the hell?” I looked up at Alice, the resident authority on pregnancy.

“You were resting,” she stated simply, a smirk on her face. I felt my eyes grow wide. “Baby will move when you eat and when you stop to rest or go to sleep.” Her smirk grew wider. “If you think it’s bad now, just wait until baby gets bigger and has no more room to move.” I glanced at Steve, and he looked about how I felt.

“Great. That’s fucking lovely,” he snarled as he stood up quickly, walking back into the exercise room. I heard him grunt and then a crash. I looked out the bay window and saw the weight bench flying across the yard.

This was going to be a blast.

The day after Bucky and I chewed Steve’s ass, I began noticing bruises on my stomach. I figured I would get them, but that didn’t make it any better. The ones that Alice had were bad, but these? These were absolutely horrifying. And the kicker? They didn’t go away as fast as Alice’s did, so my rapidly growing stomach was constantly covered in black, blue, purple, hell there were colors that I had no name for.

Now the fun part: trying to hide the bruises from Steve. It was summer, so trying to wear long sleeves and pants was out of the question. Luckily Alice had given me her maternity clothes, so I didn’t have to worry about nothing fitting me or accidently showing off my belly.

We still hadn’t told everyone that I was pregnant, so we decided to enlist Bucky, Alice and Becca’s help. I scoured the internet for fun ideas and when I came upon this one, I knew it was perfect. I ordered what I needed, and when it came in, I knew that I had picked the right idea.

We decided to have another party, this time under the guise of Alice’s birthday. I was just starting to show, so we wanted to tell everyone before I got too far along to hide it. The day of the party, we were all ready when the Team began to arrive. Once they all got here, I was the one who began to hand out presents, claiming that they were long overdue gifts of our own. They all opened them, puzzled looks on their faces. I kept an eye on Bruce, who stood there staring at his shirt in stunned silence. Bucky and Alice took off their outer shirts then, showing off the matching shirts they were wearing underneath. 

No one was catching on yet, so Steve picked Becca up, putting her onesie on display.

It still took a while, but suddenly, Bruce grabbed me in a hug, sobbing into my shoulder. Nat snatched his shirt from where he dropped it on the floor and gasped, turning it to show everyone. 

The Team then swarmed around us, hugging and congratulating.

Once the initial shock wore off, Bruce wasted no time in yelling at me for not telling him that he was going to be a grandpa sooner. His smile afterwards, however, made me realize that he didn't mean it. Everyone was so incredibly happy for us. Nat and Wanda demanded to throw a baby shower, but we turned them down, saying that we were going to have a little party after the baby got here so everyone could meet him or her. They weren't entirely happy about it, but they agreed to it.

I began to notice that things were changing inside me, apart from the child growing in my womb. It began with my hearing. I was able to hear things I hadn't been able to hear before, like Hunter and Howie barking at Steve and Bucky while they played outside. ‘Oh that's normal’ some might say, but they were on the other side of our yard and I had the washing machine and dryer going while I folded laundry.

Then, one day I answered a question that Bucky had asked Alice about me. I was met with three sets of wide eyes. Why were they staring at me like that?

Because Bucky and Alice were in their apartment when he asked, and I was in the kitchen. Obviously Steve had been able to hear, but I shouldn't have been able to.

Then, the strengthening started. I could tell that Steve definitely realized what was happening, because the first time I hugged him harder than usual, he stiffened up and pulled back, a quizzical look on his face. “Oops,” I had said. He had chuckled darkly, saying that ‘sex is going to be a lot more fun after the baby gets here’. I remembered how much he holds back, so I was even more eager for the baby to get here.

The next few months passed by rather quickly, and before I knew it, Steve and I were celebrating our first anniversary. Tony had insisted on throwing us a party, to which we accepted. The party itself had been thrown a week after our actual anniversary, as we has opted to spend it together, since it was our last anniversary as a family of two.

The morning after the party, Alice and I were in the kitchen getting lunch ready for us and the guys. I was now six months along, and Baby Rogers was quickly running out of room. So much so that I couldn't wear light colored shirts anymore because the ever constant bruising would show through.

“You still doing okay, Evie?” Alice asked from in front of the stove. I looked up from chopping vegetables to answer.

“Yeah I guess. Listen, Alice, say I had bruises like you did,” I started, not sure where to go from there. She slowly turned around, glaring at me.

“Evie, tell me you don't,” she begged. I hunched down in my seat, not able to meet her gaze. She walked over to stand in front of me, eyes boring a hole in my skull. “Have you told him?” I knew who she was referring to, so I shook my head.

“Alice, I don't want to tell Steve-"

“Tell Steve what?” I heard from the hallway. Bucky and Steve walked in, apparently done changing the oil in all of the vehicles. Bucky kissed Alice on the cheek before leaning against the refrigerator. “What don't you want to tell Steve, hmm Evie?” he asked again, quirking an eyebrow at me. Alice went back to the stove, Steve slowly walking up to stand where she had been, hands gripping the counter.

“Evie, what's going on?” he hissed through his teeth. I gulped, knowing that I was in deep shit. I stood up and grabbed the bottom of my shirt, pulling it up and showing the three of them the discoloration on my stomach. Alice gasped, dropping the spatula she was holding. Bucky's face went white as he saw the damage his niece or nephew was causing.

And Steve?

His face was expressionless, almost as if he was just reading a book.

“How long has this been going on?” he asked, eerily calm. My shoulders sagged, knowing he wasn't going to like the answer.

“Since the day after you broke the weight bench,” I murmured.

CRACK

Steve broke part of the countertop off in his anger and I flinched. Alice and Bucky looked between us, not sure what to do. Steve grabbed my arm and escorted me out to his truck, opening the door so I could get in. I did as I was directed, afraid of what he'd say or do if I didn't. He chucked the piece of granite outside before climbing in the truck and peeling out down the driveway.

I've never been so scared of Steve before. I was literally shaking, not daring to even look at him. I could hear the leather on the steering wheel tighten every so often, meaning that he was gripping it as hard as possible.

We finally arrived at the Tower. Steve parked the truck and got out, coming around to open my door for me before escorting me to the elevator. I snuck a peek at him and what I saw shook me to my core. He's never looked this angry before, not even in the Siberia footage.

“Steve, I'm sorry,” I squeaked. He remained silent, clenching his jaw. The doors opened and we got out, him gripping my arm and dragging me into Davidson’s office. Steve let go of my arm and stared me down.

“Explain,” he snapped in his ‘Captain’ voice. Kevin’s eyes were twinkling, gesturing to me in a ‘you’re up’ way. I took a deep breath and started.

“So, not sure if you remember, but Alice had bruising from her pregnancy.” The doctor nodded so I went on. “Well, I have them too, but a lot worse.” I lifted my shirt then to show him, his eyes wide.

“How long has this been going on? Has there been any pain with the bruising?” he asked, walking around his desk to inspect my stomach up close.

“The bruising has been going on since the middle of July. There’s been pain, but it only comes when the baby moves,” I answered. He poked a particularly nasty looking spot and I winced. Steve broke the chair that he was holding, managing to look embarrassed and angry at the same time.

“Sorry. So, these haven’t gotten any better?” When I shook my head, he scoffed. “And you’re just now coming in to see me?” I looked at Steve out of the corner of my eye and he nodded in understanding. “Ah. He just found out about them, didn’t he?” He walked back to his computer and typed something in. “I’ll give you props for being able to hide this from Captain America for three months. I’m going to run some tests and do an ultrasound. There’s a few things that I want to rule out before I make any decisions.” I nodded before following him to the exam room, Steve right behind me.

The ride home was tense. After I had blood taken and an ultrasound done, Dr. Davidson realized what was happening. He insisted that I go on bed rest immediately, which I honestly didn’t fight this time. I had more meds to take unfortunately, but if it helped, then I’d take it forever if need be. I tried to talk to Steve, but he was still angry. I felt terrible for not telling him about the bruises, but I didn’t want him to freak out. I should have learned by now that keeping things from Steve was the dumbest thing I could do. We parked in the garage and I got out, going straight up to our bedroom and getting in bed. I didn’t want to face angry Steve anymore, because he honestly terrified me.

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[dayawantstosleep]

Singularity

Ocober 26 2018 

Genre/Warnings: Demon au; angst; slight fluff

Summary: You’ve fallen in love with the demon in the mirror.

“No! This can’t be happening. No! I hate you!” I growled at him. He just stared at me, a sad look in his eyes. I felt rage boil inside me and I took off my left show.

“I’m sorry, love.” He said and I scoffed. If he was sorry he could stay with me. 

I yelled, and threw my shoe at the mirror. Tears streaming down my face as the glass shattered and V’s face began disintegrating. 

“No! What did I do? I’m sorry! I-I love you. I love you, V!” I could only watch as the rest of the mirror broke into little pieces. Just like my heart. I yelled again, feeling a piece of me disappearing with him.

I’m sorry, but Satan needs me. 

That was all he said minutes earlier, begore I broke the glass. I wiped my tears and looked at the shattered pieces on my floor.

“V? V!” I sobbing even harder I didn’t hear a response. I crawled into my bed and pulled the covers towards my body. That night, I cried myself to sleep. 

                                                 ---

I wiped my reamining tears with my sweater paw, and looked at my bowl of rice lifelessly. Was the rice also missing a partner to be eaten?

“You see this lonely bowl of rice? This is how I feel without him.” Andrea glaced at me and sighed.  

“It’‘s V isn’t it?” She asked, taking a sip of her banana milk. I nodded and she clicked her tongue.

“Miguel’s throwing a party, you wanna go?” I turned to her, and shook my head. Why would I go to a party in this state?

“Why would I do that? What would I even do there?”

“What every person does; dance, have fun, not mope around. You might see him again. But you moping around won’t solve anything.” 

“You’re not wrong.” I took a bite of my rice with my chopsticks.

“I know I’m not.” She smirked, which made me throw a napkin at her.

“Let’s go.” She threw her half esten lunch in the trashcan before walking to outide.

“Wait, aren’t you gonna miss your math class?” I asked. She chuckle and shrugged.

“So? It’s not like I’m missing out. I already did Mrs. Colunga homework.” She turned around and gave me one of her ‘are you coming or not’ look.

“If you say so. I’ll ditch, just once.” I said as we walk to her yellow Corola and got into the passanger’s seat. She started the engine and drove off 

“So, what do you wanna do until Miguel’s party?”

“Well, I can invite Yoongi and we can all have a horror movie marathon.”

“No. I’ll feel like a third wheel.”

“Too bad, I already invited him.” I just rolled my eyes and leaned against the car doow.

“Ok, only if we watch Crazy Rich Asians.” She groaned. I knew she didn’t like that movie. 

“Fine. We’ll watch that movie and then a horror movie.”

“Deal.” The drive to her house was a quick one and soon we got out of the car. She opened the door with her keys and went to the living room. 

Both of us sat on the couch and I clicked on the Netflix button on the remote and typed in Crazy Rich Asians. The doorbell rang and Andrea rushed to the door.

“That’s probably Yoongi.” I could practically see the hearts in her eyes as she opened the door. I turned to see Yoongi in a plaid shirt and black jeans.

“Hello.” 

“Hi, come in.” Andrea kissed him and I playfully gagged. She rolled her eyes at me and sat down on the couch next to me.

“Hey! You wish you had what we have.” She said as I laughed.

“Whatever.” Yoongi sat down next to her as I pressed play. 

“Wait, didn’t you say this was a horror movie marathon?” Yoongi asked

“Yes, but Aria is sad so we’re watching this.” He nodded and I grabbed leaned my head back on the couch.

                                         ---

The party was loud as soon as I stepped foot inside. I wanted to turn around and go back to that movie marathon. There were people making out, and dancing, not my type of scene. But, Andrea stopped me.

“Where do you think you’re going?” She glared at me with her hand on her hip.

“To your house, to continue the movie marathon.” She grabbed my arm.

“Cheer up. Have fun, you’ll be fine in a couple of days.” I sighed in defeat.

“Fine, only because I’m too lazy to walk all the way over to your place.”

“Sure.” She turned to Yoongi and then back to me.

“I’ll be back. Yoongi looks lonely.” She pointed to her boyfrined who was sitting down on a corner of the room. 

“Oh no, you’re not leave me.” I protested, grabbing her arm.

“It’ll be quick.” She assured me.

“Why? You promised you wouldn’t leave me.” She stuck her tongue out at me and walked away. She covered her boyfriend’s eyes and something she said made him laugh.

One day, I’ll have something like that too. Tears pricked my eyes as I saw how happy they looked with each other.

“Aria?” I froze and searched the room frantically. It was him. V. 

I searched for the demon that captured my heart for a good half hour before giving up and standing in the same spot as before. Yoongi and Andrea were God knows where and it sucked.

“Aria.” I turned around and then, I saw him.

He looked exactly the same, but his eyes were now brown instead of his eye being pitch black from iris to cornea. He wore a brown button up shirt and dark jeans.

“V?” My voice broke and he smiled a familiar boxy smile. Instead of fangs, he had regular mortal teeth. I couldn’t help but run to him.

“How did you appear here? I thought I’d never see you again.” His smile grew even wider and he wrapped his arms around me.

“I couldn’t just leave you here so that another guy can love you like I do. So, I gave up my powers to be with you.” What? I hit his arm repeatedly.

“Why did you do it?”

“What, oww!” He protested, but I didn’t care. I wanted to inflict pain to the person who gave up their awesome powers just for a mortal like me.

“Give up your powers, moron! You didn’t have to do that.” I stopped hitting him.

“But, thank you, that was sweet of you.” He was defenitely stupid.

"I’m still immortal. Satan let me keep my immortality. My powers will eventually return.”

“Good. If they didn’t, I would’ve gone through hell just to get them back.”

“Calm down.” He reached for my hand and drew small circles on the back of it.

“Since I’m human, I should have a name.”

“That’s a good idea.”

“How about Taehyung?” I tilt my head and he laughed.

“You’re adorable.” 

“That suits you. Alright Taehyung, let’s go.” I was about to drag him to the dancefloor, but he stopped me.

“Wait, I have a question.”

“What is it?”

“Do you love me? Like I do?” My breath hitched. His eyes were full of…love? He looked at me like I was the only girl in the world. To him I probably was.

“Yeah, I do.” I smiled at him and then he leaned towards me. Was he going to kiss me? I met him halfway and just enjoyed the kiss.

I pulled away when I heard Andrea call my name.

“Hey Y/N -who’s this?” She asks once she saw V. I heard a low growl and noticed it came from Yoongi. He grabbed her waist and glared at V.

“Hey, I’m Yoongi.” he said

“I’m Taehyung.”

“Is this V?”Andrea asks. I nod my head.

“Yes. Yes, it is. Anyway, Yoongi, Andrea told me you write songs, can we see?”I tried dissuading the death stare Yoongi was giving V. Yoongi turned to me and nodded.

“Yeah..” He took out his phone and showed me lyrics. I noticed it was rap lyrics and it was amazing. No wonder he writes songs, he’s really talented. I look at V and found myself smiling. V is my whole world and without him I don’t know what I would’ve done.