#but i swear to fuck if he hurts them im making him fucking apologise

[subway-intercom]

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[evie-sturns]

drunk - Chris Sturniolo

summary: you show up to you, and your boyfriend chris's home drunk after a girls night out. chris has to take care of you in your interesting... state.

contains: fluff, mentions of alcohol, vague mentions of throwing up, crying, swearing.

a/n: i wanted to do a little mature chris fic because i dont see enough of that, i hope you guys like this!!

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tonight started as just me and 6 other friends at a club, before i left the house chris made it very clear i need to be home before midnight.

right now its 1:30 of the next morning, my friend grace is glued to my side as i cackle, watching her twerk on the dancefloor. i drag her to the bar, throwing back several more shots.

i'm not sure what time it is, or where the other 4 of my friends are but all i know is i should probably be getting home..

"graceee" i laugh, pulling out my phone and attempting to call an uber, all the text is jumbled. a girl walks by me, i grab her arm lightly and hand her my phone, "call me an uber please babe" i say to the girl, she smiles before handing my phone back shortly after,

"its coming in 10 minutes!!" she calls out over her shoulder as she walks away.

i drag grace out of the club as we laugh about nothing, the uber pulls up and we pile inside.

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i stumble up the front porch of chris and i's house, swinging open the front door as it hits the wall with a bang, i let out a small laugh as my heels click against the wooden planks.

"chrissy!!" i yell out a stupid nickname, chris walks out from the bathroom, hes shirtless only wearing sweatpants, which sit dangerously low.

"where the fuck have you been!" chris says, his voice serious as he grips my wrist firmly.

"uh.. club? obviously," i say with an attitude.

"drop your tone, come with me." he says, pulling me down the corridor into his room.

"sit" chris says, dragging me over to the bed and gently placing me down on the end of his bed. he gets down on his knees and starts to undo the straps of my heels, pulling them off my feet. "ow christopher!! 'fuckin hurts." i whine, folding my arms

"do you know what time it is?" chris asks, "like 10pm? can you read a clock?" i reply with an eye roll, my tone slurred.

he stands up off his knees as he looks down at me on the bed, i look to the side, chris grabs my chin,

"look at me." he says, making me look up at him with the hand on my chin. he stares into my eyes,

i erupt into tears, "your mad at me and im really really sorry but i-.. i" i say as mascara starts to flow down my flushed cheeks.

chris shakes his head, closing his eyes "i'm not mad at you sweetheart." he says, picking me up off the bed and placing me on my feet,

"you wanna know what i think?" chris asks softly, i nod my head.

"i think you've had a bit too much to drink tonight, you think so too?" he says, putting my arms in the air and lifting my mini-dress up over my head,

he walks me over to his closet, pulling out a pair of my small pyjama shorts and one of his shirts, which pulls onto me.

"you look pale baby, do you feel sick?" chris says, speed-walking me into his bathroom to get off his carpet.

"yeah." i sniffle, he sits down next to the toilet on the cold marble tiles, he pulls me onto his lap where i stay on my knees.

all of the achohol i've had tonight exits my mouth into the toilet bowl, "there we are." chris says, stroking my hair as he holds it behind my head.

"good girl, your okay." he sighs, "at least all the shots are out now" he says, standing up and walking me over to the sink, leaning me over the sink and filling up his hands with water as a cup.

he pours it into my mouth with a small laugh, i swish it around before spitting it back into the sink.

"feeling a little better?" he asks, picking me up by my ass and taking me towards his bed.

"im sorry." i say, letting my head fall forward into his bare shoulder, "don't apologise, you throwing up all the drinks you've had is much better than keeping it in okay?"

i nod, he lays me down in bed before pulling the covers up over me. leaning over me as my eyelids grow heavy.

"chris.." i say quietly, my speech still slightly slurred, "yeah?" he replies "i'm sorry for being mean" i say, chris laughs,

"dont worry about it precious." he smiles, leaning down and pressing a kiss to my lips,

"chris!!! i've just been sick!" i say, pulling away.

[lovecla]

© property of lovecla, nhl masterlist, nico hischier x you.

FAKE IT ‘TILL YOU MAKE IT, phase two:

<last chapter>

➴ chapter warnings: shitty ex boyfriend, mentions of cheating.

➴ word count: 2.5k

💌 from me to you: i just realised i was supposed to post this yesterday im sorry u guys i’m just dumb af. also, did you know it’s almost impossible finding a country music singer who isn’t an awful person or racist? i know zach bryan isn’t exactly a ray of sunshine but it fits the story so i apologise :( i hope u like it either way! ♡

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NICO OPENED the door for you after the second knock, which was a blessing— it usually took him more than ten knocks to actually hear that someone was on the other side of the door.

“Hey, there, fake girlfriend,” he kisses your cheeks three times, like he used to do in Switzerland, and you smile at the feathery touch on your skin. “Come in, I made soup.”

“I already ate, but thank you.” You place your purse on his couch, sitting down almost immediately. It had been a long day at work. Jeffrey, the section editor, was being a pain in your ass and spent the entire day trying to convince you to go out with him, claiming that he would take you somewhere to participate in a hot dog eating competition.

The issue here wasn’t the hot dog competition but the company. He was annoying and whenever he spoke, the spit coming from his mouth made you feel like you were in the middle of a rainstorm.

“Are you okay?” Nico asks, sitting by your side after grabbing a bowl of what must be soup for himself. “You look…”

You smile tiredly. “Tired, I know. I’m fine, it’s just work.”

“We can reschedule our meeting for another day, I don’t mind. You can also nap in my bed.” He offers, and you almost melt with how sweet he sounds.

“This is not a meeting and I’m fine, I swear,” you cross your legs, cracking your knuckles mindlessly. “So… we have the Zach Bryan concert coming up.”

Nico sighs, like what you just said was the worst thing in the entire world and you chuckle, finding his reaction cute.

“Do we really have to go?” he pouts and you want to coo.

“Usually, I’d tell you no and move on. You know I’m not a country music girl either but… I was thinking,” you run your fingers through your hair, braiding it while you speak. “It would be a great thing for us. There will be a lot of people there and, I mean… one of them has to know you. And one of them has to post something about us online.”

“And you think Nora will see it?” he asks, eyes full of hope, making your heart ache for a second. You wanted Nico to be happy so fucking bad, that the thought of Nora hurting him made you see red.

“I think… I think there’s a high chance of that happening, yeah,” you whisper, hoping that you were at least fifty percent right. “We’ll just be… y’know. A couple. Jack and the other guys are going to be there so we’d have to fake it anyway.”

“Mhm, you’re right,” he swallows a spoonful of carrot soup, licking his lips afterwards. “We’re fine, then. Instagram posting and all?”

You nod. “I’ll do the posting today. Maybe a picture of you with the guys, so it’s not too obvious.”

“Alright, cap,” he mockingly salutes you, and you laugh, throwing a pillow on his hips. “I’ll do my best.”

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THE ARENA where the concert was going to happen was full of people, and you caught yourself holding Nico’s hand tighter.

“Everything okay, baby?” Nico shouts over the music, and even though you’re surprised at how used he sounds whenever he calls you that, you nod at him, shaking your head up and down. “If you want to leave we can—”

“The hell you can!” Jack emerges from behind you both, shaking his head. “You promised me months ago that you’d come with me.”

You smile at him. “We did, yeah. Don’t worry, we’re not leaving.”

This time, Nico’s the one squeezing your hand and you give him an angry, yet playful look, while he looks absolutely adorable.

Jack convinced you and Nico to buy these tickets months ago, and when you bought them, you didn’t give it much thought— you knew you’d end up creating some random excuse and not going to the concert anyway.

Little did you know that when the concert day came, you’d be fake dating your long-time friend and trying to fool not only his friends, family and fans, but also Nora, a girl you despised.

Life is too confusing for you sometimes.

Fortunately, Jack also forced you all to pay for the VIP ticket, which meant that you didn’t have to be in the pit with people squeezing you and risking getting hurt, or something like that.

The VIP area was, in fact, just a huge room with a balcony view and snacks, all you can drink beer and some other fancy people who were just sitting there and taking pictures of themselves with their big, cowboy hats. Couples, friends, family— it looked like everyone and their mothers decided that it would be great to watch a man sing about love and broken hearts.

You were people watching— something you liked to do whenever you were in a place with too many people— when you felt one large yet gentle hand on your bare waist, making you jump slightly with how cold it was.

“Sorry,” Nico whispers in your ear, and the tiny yet present accent in his voice makes you smile. “You good?”

You had every intention to reply right away, but when you realized Nico had trapped your body between the balcony glass and his body, you froze. You knew you had to get used to being physically close to him, hell, you’d been the one who told him to keep touching you whenever you were in public so why were you feeling like this?

Sure, Nico’s attractive, always has been. But he’s also your friend. And in love with someone else.

You nod your head, grabbing the beer he bought for you and taking a long sip. Thankfully, the singer, Zach, decides that that was a good time to start singing so the lights are almost immediately off and the shouting covers your awkwardness.

Even though you’re not a fan, you have to admit that his songs are good. Swinging your body side to side to the country beat, you enjoy the show in Nico’s arms, laughing as you watch Jack dancing while holding Bastian’s hands and pretending to cry over Zach’s songs.

“D’you think we should do that?” Nico shouts over the music and you smile at him, confused.

“Do what?” you ask, also trying to make yourself heard over thousands of people singing and loud music.

“Dance,” he explains. “I’m the worst dancer ever but all of the couples are doing it.”

You look around for the first time since the concert started and you confirm that Nico’s right. The few couples in the room were animatedly dancing with each other, laughing and kissing like people in love are constantly doing.

You take a deep breath and finish your beer in one go, leaving your now empty cup on the table next to you. You turn your body around, laughing when Nico offers you his hand like a gentleman would, and you grab it, twirling afterwards.

We're havin' an all-night revival

Someone call the women and someone steal the Bible

For the sake of my survival

Baptize me in a bottle of Beam, put Johnny on the vinyl

Nico told the truth when he said he didn’t know how to dance, but his enthusiasm for sure made up for it. You both laughed hard as you danced around each other, laughing even harder when Jack tried to join the two of you just to have Bastian pulling him back like he was a ragdoll.

Well, the Devil can scrap, but the Lord has won

And I'll talk to him on the rising sun

His son rose and mine did too

I was coming down, but now I'm talking to you

“He ‘talking about you!” You shout over the song, and he leans closer to you, holding you in place while his stubble scratches your temple.

“What?” he grins.

“‘The Devil’. He’s talking about you,” you joke, praying he’ll understand the pun.

“Oh, sure, baby, he ‘talking about me.”

Suddenly, he pulls you a little bit too hard and you stumble, putting your hands on his chest, looking for some kind of support while he keeps your feet on the ground with his hands on your waist.

You’re breathing hard, all the dancing exercises are finally catching up on you. You’re staring at his coffee-colored eyes, feeling his chest go up and down underneath your hands, his breathing hitting your forehead with how close you both were.

You’re so… close. And even though your heart is beating frantically inside your chest, you cannot help but feel some sort of rightness in the place you’re at right now. And it’s so wrong.

So, so wrong. So terribly wrong and hideous yet—

The clapping and shouts bring you back to where you’re supposed to be, reminding you of how you’re supposed to act, of what you’re supposed to be doing. And that definitely isn’t having your hands all over Nico’s chest and standing inches away from his mouth.

“Em—”

“I’m thirsty,” you interrupt him, wiping a non-exist drop of sweat from your forehead. “I’m gonna go grab a drink, okay?”

“I can go.” He starts moving, but you’re faster. Placing a light kiss on his cheek you tell him you’ll be right back and start walking towards the bar.

Thankfully, it was almost empty since the majority of the people in the room were enjoying the concert in the area closer to the stage, so when you ask for another beer you get it shortly after paying. You decide to sit on one of the stools before going back to where Nico and the rest of the boys were.

The cold, bitter drink sits perfectly on your tongue before you swallow, and you hum to one of the few songs you knew, taking the opportunity to organize your thoughts inside your head.

You didn’t know what the things you were feeling for Nico Hischier meant.

Well. Actually, you did.

But it couldn’t be it, right? He’s your friend. Also, he’s in love with another woman. Also, he’s Nina’s, your friend’s brother. Isn’t it against the friend's law to hook up with their family? Or anyone related to them in any way?

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t my favorite ex.”

You mutter a quiet ‘fuck’ before turning your head around, sighing because of course that, at a twenty thousand people, sold-out concert, you’d end up in the same room as your shitty ex from two years ago.

“Hi, Carl.” You don’t even try to sound nice, because in reality, you don’t want to.

“Hi, Emma. Didn’t expect to see you here,” he leans on the counter, his brown hair falling over his face, long and ugly. “Are you here by yourself?”

“Why is that any of your business?” You roll your eyes at him, getting off the stool and resuming your walk back. Sure, that’s what you would’ve done if Carl hadn’t grabbed your wrist, forcing you to stay in place. “What—”

“Come on, Emma, don’t play difficult,” he smiles widely and it makes you sick. “Look, I know it’s been a couple of years but… I miss you. I miss us.”

You scoff. “You should’ve thought about that before you screwed my fucking boss.”

“Oh, you’re still hurt about that,” he says like you’re someone who keeps talking about the same things over and over again and he’s the friend that has to keep listening to you. “I get it, it was wrong of me. But at least you have a better job now, right? Heard you’re working for the NHL now.”

You don’t try to hide your disgust.

“Where the hell did you ‘hear that’?” you try to remove your arm from his grip, unsuccessful. “Carl, let go of me.”

“Not until you hear me out—”

“Hear you out? You cheated on me—”

“—and understand that I was grieving my grandma’s death—”

“Your grandmother died when you were twelve!” you yell, pulling your wrist. “Carl, let go of my arm—”

“Is everything okay here?” Nico’s voice makes you turn your head around fast, watching as he frowns as he looks to where you and Carl were connected. “Baby?”

“Oh, so he’s why?” Carl hisses, forcing you to look back at him. “You’re his bitch now? That’s why you don’t want me back?”

“Carl—”

“Excuse me?” Nico steps closer to you, putting his hand on top of Carl’s and pulling it away from your arm in seconds, so effortlessly you have to keep the gasp that wants to leave your mouth safe inside. “Get your hands off my girlfriend right fucking now, who the fuck do you think you are?”

“I’m her ex-boyfriend—”

“Then I’ll ask again: who the fuck do you think you are?” Nico gently grabs your hand and moves your body until you stand behind him, his large body blocking almost entirely Carl’s frame. “Don’t fucking piss me off and leave right now.”

“Not until I talk to Emma.”

“Do not fucking say her name, you lost the right to do so. So, how is it going to be? You leave willingly or I punch you in the face?”

“Nico, no—” you whisper, placing your hand on his shoulder.

“Man, you know what? I’m gonna leave. She’s gonna come back crawling to me, and you’ll have to get your dick wet somewhere else.”

You only have time to place your cup on the counter before grabbing Nico’s hand and keeping him away from punching Carl’s face.

“He’s not worth it, baby,” the pet name left your mouth so naturally you don’t even notice it, but Nico definitely does. “Let’s go back, he’s just another asshole.”

Nico turns away and runs his eyes all over you, looking for something. Whatever he is, he doesn’t find it, so he just nods and mutters:

“Du arschloch.”

It makes you laugh, finally feeling all the tension leaving your body. “Yeah. That too.”

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“ARE YOU sure you’re okay?” Nico asks for the nth time, and you stop walking to look him in the eye.

“I already told you I’m fine. And all thanks to you.”

“I didn’t mean to make a scene,” he pouts, and you smile, cooing at him, wondering how good those lips must feel when—

No.

“You didn’t cause a scene, captain,” you playfully punch his shoulder. “And even if you did, it’s good, okay? Imagine the posts on Twitter: Nico Hischier, the captain of the New Jersey Devils, protects his little, defenseless girlfriend, Emma Roberts.”

“You’re not defenseless.” He laughs.

And I’m also not your girlfriend.

You laugh too.

“It was a fun night,” you sigh, walking towards your apartment door again. He walks by your side, and you hate the way it makes you feel safe. “Not doing it again though.”

“Yeah, me neither. One country music concert is enough for a lifetime.”

“Agreed.”

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emmaroberts got to be a cowgirl for one night with these fellas right here

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elladavis you’re so pretty!! miss the boys!

emmaroberts elladavis luke wasn’t with us tho

elladavis emmaroberts emma.

brooksnatalie you look so cute with your little hat baby :(

emmaroberts brooksnatalie can u move to new jersey already like i promise u it’s better than vancouver

_quinnhughes emmaroberts No. it’s not.

emmaroberts _quinnhughes shut up what are you? the mayor of vancouver city?

user2 YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY SAVE A HORSE RIDE A COWBOY

nicohischier hat looks good on you

emmaroberts nicohischier thanks cap 🩷

jackhughes glad to say i was the best dancer in the arena

emmaroberts jackhughes grandma its okay go back to bed

user5 emma congrats you just caused world war 3 with this post on twt

user6 user5 I DONT HAVE TWITTER WHATS GOING ON

user5 user6 people are going crazy over some photo of emma and nico together at the concert like they’re hugging and shit and now they’ve been analyzing every interaction they’ve ever had to prove they’re together

user8 ARE YOU AND NICO A THING

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<next chapter>

[strangerthingsfan-fics]

I’m sorry Steve Harrington x Fem!henderson reader

Warnings-cheating Steve,crying break ups and make ups,kissing,swearing,getting drunk if there are anymore feel free to tell me

Note from author- family video reader scoops ahoy Steve

You was finally coming back from California after a year you left to finish your education in a college in California you was on the plane back to hawkins Dustin was so happy he told Steve and Steve forgot you was coming back and he was kissing Nancy (your best friend) and when you walked in the wheeler house you was welcomed to your boyfriend kissing your best friend and Dustin and Mike stood behind them

You stood In shock trying not to cry you walked in and got Dustin and walked out wiping your eyes and Steve saw you and immediately thought oh shit

“Yn your finally back” Dustin smiled

“Mhm best welcoming back fucking gift my boyfriend kissing my childhood best friend” you mumbled

“Yn there’s better gifts at home” Dustin said

You nodded continuing driving

The second you walked back in your house everyone was there and you saw your child hood boy best friend edward ‘Eddie’ munson you jumped straight into his arms hugging him

“EDDIE” you shouted

“Hey yn I’m guessing you missed me but what about Steve” Eddie said

You only replied with a mhm until out of breath Mike ran in warning everyone steve and Nancys coming you and Eddie already stoped hugging and your rolled your eyes and Steve and Nancy walked in

You and Eddie was drinking pretty heavily like lots of drinks and Steve grabbed your shoulder

“Yn you’ve had plenty” Steve said

“Fuck off you cheater go talk to your new girlfriend” you shouted extremely drunk

Everyone’s head turned around when they heard the word cheater knowing how happy you was a year ago with him

“Yn come on you are my girlfriend you’ve had enough to drink” Steve complained

“Your talking to the wrong person” you shouted

You was extremely drunk and was saying a lot of shit like you couldn’t see straight drunk

“Yn listen” Nancy said

“Oh some fucking friend you are go to my I mean your fucking boyfriend” you slurred at Nancy

“Steve go sort yn out” Robin said

“She can go slur herself to fucking sleep I’m not talking to her” Steve snapped his hands on his face regretting what he’s done

The next morning you regretted everything you was sick but still had work you was sat at the family video counter really upset nearly crying when people bought love movies just knowing you was single hurt you not even thinking about Steve cheating you was trying to avoid anything to think of it

Dustin Mike and the party walked in to you sat chewing gum hoping the shift would go by quickly but nope it was going slower than ever

“Hey kiddos” you mumbled

“Hey yn we bought you a drink” dustin said

“It’s gonna be okay I got through mine and els break up when we broke up you can get through this” Mike said

“Yeah but eleven didn’t cheat on you and you got back with her” you whined

Steve walked in and you looked at your watch

“Oh look at the time it’s Time for my break” you said

“Yn come on talk to me you can’t avoid me forever” Steve said

“Oh she’ll try man” the whole party said

You walked in the back hoping Steve would leave but he won’t until you spoke to him so yoh rolled your eyes drinking your water were Steve would jokingly knock your drink spilling it on you just so you could leave and wear some of his clothes

“Yn look I’m sorry” Steve said

“Okay cool im on shift leave” you replied

You hated being a jerk towards Steve but at the moment he deserves it steve left and got flowers and stuff you love he spent the whole rest of the day apologising to the mirror pretending it was you

After your shift you went home and sat on the sofa letting the party doing anything except drink beer

“Max put the alcohol down” you said

She laughed and Steve knocked on the door

You walked and answered it

“Look hear me out yn I know you hate me but you need to listen without closing the door on my face I’m so so sorry I love you so much I just it was a mistake I didn’t mean to kiss her I know you hate m-” Steve was saying before you cut him off

“I don’t hate you I hate myself for being a jerk but I hate the fact you cheated on me I was gon for a year I know it’s a long time but we called over the telephone all the time” you replied to his apolagy

You shrugged your shoulders and kissed him and he kissed you back holding your sides and you was holding his neck

The next week you was the happiest they’ve seen you in the past year and Dustin wouldn’t train the happy you for the world

[billkaulitzwife]

Hcs for darry finding out his girlfriend cheated on him after they got into a big fight? 🥺

youre gonna make me cry.

on fucking dallas.

im gonna scream.

"Oh."

Darry Curtis + F!Cheat?Reader

WARNINGS: swearing, cheating, mentions of sex, self-harm, anorexia, bulimia, s/a, etc.

now playing: all around me

stream flyleaf on spotify.

Y/N's POV:

"Y/N, WHAT THE FUCK."

"DARRY, I PROMISE IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK IT IS."

The fight.

Everything had flashed before your eyes and as soon as you knew it, you had your stuff packed.

And you ran out the Curtis's door.

It had been a week since everything happened.

You and Darry went through the worst fight in your whole relationship.

Then he found out you went to Dallas for support.

And it led to sex.

Darry found out when he came to apologise and he saw Dally's ring on your finger.

"Hey, pumpkin, I just wanted to say I'm sor- wait. Is that..."

"What?"

He went silent for a moment as tears swelled his eyes.

"Oh."

He whispered as he turned and walked off.

"You fucked up, Y/N.

You really did it."

You thought to yourself.

Dally came out of your room, wiping his eyes and he reached for you, but you pulled away.

"Hey, doll. What's goin' on, who was it?"

"Darrell."

"Oh?"

"He saw your ring."

"Ah, shit..."

Pony's POV

I had never seen Darry so upset before.

When he came back home from apologising to Y/N with tears in his eyes...

I didn't know what to do.

Sodapop went to comfort him, but he just slammed the door and yelled at us to go away.

I decided to walk to Y/N's house

but Soda thought otherwise.

"I know what happened. Pony, we're gonna stay away from her."

"Wh-?? What happened..?"

Did I lose my sister-in-law?

"She slept with Dally."

I felt tears in my eyes.

The girl the Curtis' trusted most...

Broke.

She cracked.

I had to find her.

Find out what was goin' on in her mind.

She was my sister. I couldn't lose her like mom and dad.

Addi stormed through the door and sat down next to Soda, crying her eyes out.

"Shit," I thought to myself.

"Addi, it's alright, we're all mad at them."

Y/N's POV:

You thought you'd call up Johnny or Two, maybe they could help.

As the phone rang, Dallas was lounging on the couch

"Hello?" Keith answered.

"Hey, Two, it's Y/N/N.. can you ask Dar-"

You were cut off by the line going dead.

You called Johnny. Surely he wouldn't be mad, right?

Johnny Cade is never mad.

"Y/N YOU KNOW HOW MUCH YOU HURT ADDI AND DARRELL?? LEAVE THE GANG ALONE."

"Addi?"

"DALLY'S GIRLFRIEND? SCREW OFF, Y/N."

The line went dead.

You turned to Dallas and confronted him.

"Hey, Dal? What do you plan on tellin' Ads?"

His face dropped.

"Shit."

Dallas came from behind you, and running to the Curtis house.

You heard him yelling, sobbing even.

"Addi!" He called.

4 days later.

Pony's POV:

Darry and Addi had spent so much time together the past few days.

I had never seen them so nice to eachother...

Darry couldn't live without Y/N.

I looked to Sodapop as he walked into Addi and Darrel's sob corner.

I heard a gag and knew Addi was getting worse.

She always got upset when she had a fight with Dallas...

but this was bad.

She was forcing herself to throw up and...

Darry was doing the same but not on purpose.

He starved himself he was so upset.

"I'm goin' to see Johnny."

"Alright, Pony, be back soon. Love ya!"

I ran wherever my feet took me.

Track paid off.

I was running through the clearing of trees when I saw Y/N.

"Ponyboy?" She said.

"Yeah. What happened?"

Y/N's POV:

"I-I don't know."

"Addi!" Dallas was at the Curtis's doorstep for the 4th day in a row.

You felt horrible.

You didn't what was going through your head.

Pony just looked at you. He seemed like

he wanted to step forward and hug you.

You teared up and sat down on the ground.

"Pony, I don't know what to do.

I don't know what happened, it all went so quick."

"Was Dally drunk?" He asked.

"Y-Yeah..? Why?"

"Were you?"

"Yea.. why?"

"Did you consent to anything...?"

"Um..."

The silence between you two grew louder.

The wind slapped your face.

Pony looked at you with a worried expression.

"Y/N/N..." Pony was crying.

And so were you.

You and Pony walked back to the house and explained to Darry what happened. He took you in his arms and sobbed into you. Addi was still upset about the whole ordeal, but even more you were assaulted. Sure, Dallas and her would never break up... But Dallas didn't remember anything..

neither did you.

You only remembered the four horrible days that September. "I promise nothing like that will happen again, Darry."

"It better not, Dallas."

Everyone made up.

Even if they had hatreds for each other after that.

🎿💋🎿💋🎿💋🎿💋🎿

whoever you are, anon....

you made me cry.

but it was a good idea, thank you!!

love ya, golden:))

[hauntedotherworld]

godnit i go througg th 5 stages of grief and craziness daily if not everyday at one point cuz of ppl, they make my day and they fuck it alll up and fuck me up. idk how i havent had a heart attack yet from the stress even. if im young

cried so much had so much rage and anger and beatrayl , then calmness cuz i took downers , but it didnt feel good it was thr shit ones i just find it hard to keep my eyes open or to talk,, i took them emergency to ‘calm down’ because i was so fucked up and sadness and despair and then something alright when i went to the beach and walked the stones, i saw this couple in the water playing and laughing throwing a ball to eachother and .. i just sat there half not there (the pills) but just thinking..

im so jealous and sad that i dont have that. other ppl around my age, normal, doing all this, have great friends and lovers, genuine hapiness and excitement and satisfaction.. i cant fucking imagine what thats like. it hurts so bad. while i sat there after crying for over an hour silently because my dad was w me and pissed me off big time. i just sat there looking at the horizen and the ground.. i am nothing and i hae nothing and nobody. my days are spent having breakdowns and s/h because people get to me so much and i cant handle it. it sucks so much and i felt to hopeless.. i would never be able to live or feel like that. even when i met friends and whatnot i felt so empty and completley disconnected to everybody and everything. i just cried and felt bad no matter what, except in school but i was like 13-15 lots changed..

my mthes still being horrible and rhde to me i even apologised for the swearing b it she just bitched at me .. i think she wants me out of here and she hates me. i know she does, she doesnt exactly hide it. she likes my br*thr but not me. he can act however he wants and she does whatever he says or does and gives in to his issues by making us all do what he wants and let him rage at us and be a piece of SHIT

but with me she cant stand me. she never accepts when i have breakdowns . she HATES ME and doesnt hide it and i feel so ALONE IN MY OWN HOUSE

i genuinely want to die thinking of it all, when i looked at the sea from the cliff i wanted to jump, i mightve if it was higher.. i have r0pe, but,,,,

im not sure what to do anymore..

[wizkiddx]

3 hearts broken

I did an angst thing again oops also not proof read double oops

summary: an argument between you and tom, except it takes him hurting someone else for you to loose it

warnings: alot of swearing (im British sorry not sorry) idk anything else except commitment issues?

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It was an argument you and your boyfriend regularly had. In fact, it was the only argument the two of you ever had. And especially recently, one that Tom seemed to want to have every day. It didn’t matter where you were on set; in the rental home; out for dinner. Or like now… in the airport lounge.

You were sitting across from each other in a semi-private booth. Tom in his joggers and a burgundy hoodie, you in your black leggings and an oversized tee that actually belonged to your boyfriend. The rest of the place was almost deserted, given the late-night time of the flight. It was probably why Tom felt so comfortable bringing up this touchy subject in a public place.

You were both way past overtired too, owing to the end of a gruelling shoot. All you wanted was to get back to London and get into your own bed. Without an unnecessary fight with Tom.

Unfortunately for you, when you had naively said those exact words, Tom’s overtired brain skipped straight to it being a personal attack.

“I don’t see why you can’t commit to moving in Y/n! We practically live together for filming anyway so-“

“I love you Tom, more than I could ever express. I just… I can’t do this yet. I need… more-“

“More time, I know.” He grumbled, already standing and slinging his duffel bag over his shoulder - as the flight’s gate was announced by the intercom. Had he not already turned his back and started heading along the hallway, you would’ve tried to protest and calm him down. But thanks to his urgency to get away from you… all you could do was sigh. Slumping back against the seat before hauling yourself up and grabbing the bags - that he had helped you with on the way in.

No doubt this would be a long flight.

That it was. Tom had been maturely giving you the silent treatment at the gate, as you were boarding, and finding you seats. You were both in first class, so you had adjacent little pods with a little partition in the middle. It’s standard position was to be lowered however, before you’d even been able to settle into your window seat, Tom had already switched to button to have it slowly slide up.

Real fucking mature.

Thinking he just needed some time to cool off, you rolled your eyes but let him be. Even though you were such a frequent flier, you were terrible at getting any sleep on them. Tom knew this, knew how much you disliked the idea of being hurtling through the air in a tin can. Usually, he’d be holding your hand, entertaining you by watching a movie and providing a shit commentary over the top. Sometimes, when you were both as exhausted as right now, he’d even slide into your chair, having you perch on top of him so you could fall asleep listening to his heartbeat in his chest. Now though? He refused to acknowledge your existence.

Tom never had such issues flying, he was like a switch that could just choose to fall asleep at any and every point. Which is perhaps why it shocked you to see him still wide awake, staring angrily at the corner of his pod when you went to the loo, hours later. Thinking it was time for a peace offering, on the return to your seat you made eye contact and began to smile softly at him. However, that plan lasted for all of two seconds, since as soon as he realised you had seen him staring, Tom instantly shut his eyes - playing asleep.

He really was being particularly stubborn tonight.

By the time the plane landed, he’d still refused to say anything - and it was starting to really piss you off too. You’d tried to be mature, tried to offer the metaphorical olive branch and he had quite literally thrown it back in your face. So by the time you were being escorted off the plane (first because you were first class), you hung back from your boyfriend, wanting to have your own space.

Which was exactly why you didn’t want to give up your own apartment yet!

The two of you walked across the bridge into the terminal with a good 8 metres between each other. Tom didn’t bother to turn round and check on you, taking purposeful steps as though he wanted to get away.

Thankfully the terminal was quiet, probably due to the ungodly hour in the morning you’d landed at. The halls echoed only with your and Toms footsteps, the echo exaggerating just how far away you felt from him at this point. Still, Tom hadn’t acknowledged your existence, or anyone elses for that matter - the pair of you almost got to baggage reclaim before seeing any other humans.

And that is where it all went wrong.

It was typical, an otherwise empty airport except for you, Tom and a family with 2 girls. 2 teenage girls. 2 teen girls whose eyes widened to almost comical levels at the sight of your boyfriend. You’d seen them from a mile away, but from Tom’s reaction to them - he clearly hadn’t.

In fact, you were such a distance away you couldn’t exactly hear the exchange. But what you saw, had your heart in your mouth.

The girls ran over from the seats their whole family were sitting in, squealing at Tom with that overcited little jump you’d seen so often. Instead of Tom turning to them and entertaining them with small talk and a photo or two - he did the opposite. If anything, he quickened his cadence, looked as though he waved the girls off without muttering two words.

And maybe there was a reason. Maybe they had shouted something really rude at him - but fuck, the chances were slim. One looked ten, and one looked a couple of years older - as you approached, you saw the dejected and shocked faces melt into ones of intense disappointment. The eldest turned and hugged the younger, whose chest appeared to be shaking in a way that meant only one thing. Tom had made her cry.

Just as both the mother and father stood up to rush to the girls, you matched their hurried steps - getting their first.

“Hi, excuse me… “

You felt really awkward but knew you had to do something for these poor girls. And quite possibly for Toms career too. “Are you guys okay?” It took a second or two, but the girls clearly both recognised you too (thank god), throwing nervous looks at each other.

“Are yo-you Y/n?” The younger one asked, bright eyes glazed in tears which broke your heart to see.

“Yeh-yeh I am, what are your names?” You knelt, smiling warmly at the girls, who seemed to chirp up a bit.

“I’m Tima” The eldest spoke first before nudging the other to speak. You waited patiently till the little girl had wiped her eyes before replying.

“I’m Azara.”

“Wow, you’ve both got very beautiful names. Where are you both headin-“

“Can I ask you a question!?” Litte Azara burst out, interrupting you, but in the cutest and sweetest way. You just laughed and said of course, as she twiddled with her thumbs nervously.

“How big is the biggest T-rex?” Her little eyes were so curious and you had to suppress a giggle, seeing how serious it was.

Of course, the T-Rexs in Jurassic world (one of your movies) were all CGI. But Azara didn’t have to know that.

“Oh, they are bigger thanthan the tallest trees you’ve ever seen!”

You carried on your little chat with the girls for five or so minutes, laughing with them and exchanging soft nods with their parents too - who seemed appreciative of your time. Eventually, though, it was the dad who pulled time on the exchange, signalling that the girls had taken up enough of your time. As you stood up, Tima spoke up - after being relatively withdrawn from the conversation.

“You’re friends with Tom Holland right?” You nodded, subconsciously biting your lip to see what she would say. “Can you tell him sorry for bothering him, it’s just Azara was excited, we only wanted to say hi.”

Yeh, there was absolutely no way these incredibly sweet girls did anything to Tom. He was just being a knob.

“Hey, it’s not your fault at all. We’ve just had a really, really long flight, and he’s in a bit of a mood at me - I’m so sorry that he let it out on you.”

That explanation seemed to satisfy Tima with a nod, and with some final hugs you bid the girls both farewell. By this point, the rest of your plane had caught up along the corridors, so it was busier, and you had to fight against the small crowd to get through the airport as quickly as possible. Because you were seething with rage for Tom and could not wait to tell him exactly what those poor girls thought of him.

Unsurprisingly Tom had chosen not to wait for you in the airport at all, instead already hiding inside the blacked-out windows of the 4x4 waiting at the collection point. You marched up to that car angry to the point you thought the whole airport would notice. Yanking the door so hard you were surprised you did no damage to it, you threw your bags in - momentarily ignoring the sight of Tom huddled into a corner, staring at his phone with AirPods in.

But once you slammed the door shut and the driver started the car, you let yourself go.

“Who the fuck do you think you are!”

“Y/n can we just leave it for- “

“You made 2 girls cry!!! You were so self-absorbed in your temper tantrum that you made 2 teenage girls cry. You proud of yourself?”

This time he did look at you, eyes wide and confused - clearly not understanding. So you continued - laying it out for him.

“Those two girls you waved off because you were so busy running away from me? Well the youngest one cried and then the eldest didn’t speak and when she did it was only to ask me to apologise to you. You’re a fucking dickhead!”

“I didn’t mean-“

“Oh god, that makes it all better. You didn’t mean to make them cry on purpose, so it’s fine! God if you’d only said I’d-“

“Fuck off Y/n you’re not being fair, cut the sarcasm.”

“I’m not being fair?!? Because I’m the bad person in this situation, right? I just saved you from a very, very bad headline tomorrow morning because you were too busy giving me the silent treatment.”

“Yeah, well, your the one who doesn’t seem to give a damn about me!”

You scoffed hard at his words, air trapped in your throat that now felt completely stuck. How could he say that? How could he even think that?

As much as you hated showing it, you felt your eyes well up with tears. Because who the fuck did he think he was.

“Now that, that is so unfair. You know exactly my history and why I don’t want to move in yet AND you know just how much I fucking love you. So don’t you dare.”

“You're not convincing anyone.” He spoke quieter, but the venom behind his tone was still there. As the first tear escaped over your bottom lashes, you knocked on the partition to the driver and asked him, in no uncertain terms, to pull over.

“Congrats Tom. That’s three women you’ve broken the hearts of in 20 minutes. Must be some sort of a record.”

And with that you slammed the door shut, abandoned on the side of the road somewhere within Heathrow.

?a part 2? idk where id go from here aha

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[kittydripuwu]

Hey can I request for Bsd Boys headcannon :dazai, chuuya, and akutagawa reacting seeing their s/o flinch after they almost snapped out of anger at them (s/o can be gender neutral or female)

hihi! hope this is okay <3 enjoy!

dazai, chuuya and akutagawa (+fyodor) seeing their s/o flinch hcs

words - 962

warnings - swearing

genre - angsty fluff hcs

note - yes ik fyodor wasn't requested but i felt like adding him

dazai osamu

- argument stems probably from you hanging out with chuuya or someone really pissing him off

- very manipulative during arguments, will almost never be reasonable whether its something you did or not

- dazai's not one to show much emotion in the first place so he wouldn't really show you how mad he actually is

- but eventually he will go off if he lingers on it for too long

- will start off by talking with an angry tone but eventually will escalate to yelling

- this will scare you and make you flinch considering that you've never really seen him this mad

- will see you flinch and instantly stop yelling at you

- realises that hes gone too far instantly

- he'll apologise calmly and forget whatever he was angry about in the first place because man like he scared of losing you

- you are like EVERYTHING to him like u are his reason to live so please just forgive this man hes trying his best to be a better person

- will keep apologizing until he feels you've finally forgiven him (even tho u did when he first apologised)

- makes it up to you by cuddles or stargazing with him ( please i see dazai as the type of person to just stargaze for hours like idk why but it makes sense to me??)

- he'll hold you close and tell you sweet lil things like "i love you" "you know i would never hurt you"

- WILL make u promise to never leave him because man this got hiM SCARED like hes fucking scared of people just leaving him when he gets too close

- so please, reassure him that this was nothing to you and that it's okay, it was just a small argument (even tho it wasnt that small)

- but ya overall expect good cuddles and hugs after, as an apology

- and kisses like everywhere

chuuya nakahara

- oh boy

- we know this man has some anger issues

- idk what he would possibly get mad about but tbh it probably wouldnt be anything related to you

- will probably start ranting about someone that made him mad at work or overall just something really small that pissed him off

- very short tempered (haha short)

- you let him yell for a good while because you know he needs to let some sort of anger out

- but it will get scary shortly after he starts he kinda just goes nuts

- no self control when hes angry

- he wont even realise the look on ur face

- ur scared, admit it

- he may be short but hes SCARY when mad

- anyways

- when he sees you flinch  tho, dead silence in the room

- he goes QUIET which is rare for chuuya yes

- the one thing hes very afraid of is hurting you, he would never want to hurt you in anyway

- will give you the biggest hug

- tells you he loves you and hes sorry

- reassures you that he would never wanna hurt you or make you scared of him

- pls he loves you so much

- wont let go of you for the REST OF THE NIGHT

- he needs to make sure you know that you're safe in his arms

akutagawa ryunosuke

- um this boy is just ANGRY always

- would probably get mad cause of atsushi being praised by dazai

- "why him"

- please hes been through so much oh my god this man

- dazai wtf how could u hurt this poor boi

- ANYWAYS

- yeah he'll be really fucking heated and just fucking yell and threaten to kill anyone around him (if theres anyone else there apart from you)

- bye this is awful but i feel like he would accidentally activate his rashomoun and break something -

- so ya when he sees you flinch for the first time, i feel like he wouldn't really thing anything of it until he sees you do it again a couple of times

- he'll stop yelling and talking in general

- he wouldn't really know what to say or do tbh

- but will apologise

- will get sad cause he didn't wanna make u scared of him

- like yes he wants people to fear him but hello?? not you omg ur special to him <3

- will probably walk away for like an hour and keep to himself until he's ready to properly apologise to you

- will then give you a hug and let you sleep in his arms

- i dont see aku as being very physically affectionate but yeah dw you'll get ur well deserved cuddles <3

fyodor dostoevsky

- tbh i wouldnt put it past nikolai to piss him off LMAO like he would fully annoy him SO much

- but its okay cuz we love niko <3

- sorry but i cannot see this man yelling

- hes just so calm?

- and collected?

- how -

- anyways

- so hard to read like you have no clue what hes thinking like EVER?

- but you can tell hes mad when his eyes go all dark and he talks like SUPER calmly with 0 emotion in his voice

- he'll scare you

- i mean who wouldn't be scared of him

- you'd probably flinch from just the way he talks so fucking CALMLY

- like how? is? he? so? calm? yet? angry?

- oh boy he would def feel bad for going all scary on you

- "im sorry, milaya" (darling)

- he would say that so calmly aswell-

- would give you a forehead kiss and light hug and go to his lil work room for like 3 hours

- you will not see him until its time to sleep where he'll cuddle you and apologise again

- "i would never want to scare my little myshka" (mouse) he would say that to you as you fall asleep

- will give u so many forehead kisses PLZ

[bakugohoex]

seeing another man flirt with their s/o

pairings: armin arlert x gender neutral reader; eren yeager x gender neutral reader; jean kirschtein x gender neutral reader; levi ackerman x gender neutral reader; reiner braun x gender neutral reader

cw: fluff, jealousy, implicit nsfw, language

wc: 900+

a/n: i promise i’ll stop making these headcanons but they’re so fun and easy to do whilst im busy with school but i swear i will finish my 1k event and start my 2k event after exams finish which is after the end of march

summary: in which the boy get jealous after seeing another man try and flirt with you

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armin arlert

Notices as soon as the guy has his eyes on you, notices how the man walks up to you with confidence.

He doesn’t even need to say anything to the man, he knows you can handle yourself.

He watches you easily dismiss the man after telling him about your boyfriend but in situations where the guy still refuses to leave, that’s when Armin comes in.

He will go all protective boyfriend and easily move close to your side.

You would on instinct lean into his side and just show how great your relationship was, Armin wouldn’t even say anything.

You’d both just stare at the guy as Armin’s hand travels to your side.

It would make him so uncomfortable, but Armin isn’t one to let down a fight, but he'll prevent one from occurring.

You both find it easier to get rid of people who try to flirt with you both by just making them uncomfortable with your presence. 

Can’t lie your whole group finds it a blessing sometimes as they get left alone by weirdos as well.

eren yeager

He would definitely be the type to just watch and stare at the guy who is flirting with you, very calm and collected.

Acts cautiously and isn’t rash in his decisions, he trusts you of course he does.

But when he sees the guy getting a little too close to his girl that’s when he takes a swig of his drink, placing it down as he walks with malice to you both. 

“He making you uncomfortable, baby.” 

Simple words, something to show that you’re his, will grab your waist in a matter of seconds, probably grab your ass as well and make sure you know that he’s going to fuck you later on.

Definitely gets handsy with you, I feel like the guy who tried flirting with you would just be so awkward standing there as Eren moves his mouth to the crook of your neck, kissing and nibbling at your skin.

The guy and any other guy definitely leave you alone afterwards.

“No need to get jealous, baby.”

jean kirschtein

Wouldn’t watch at all, would be the type to be on you the second a guy tried talking to you. 

“Come on princess, let’s go have some fun.”

Some line to get you moving but the guy who was trying to flirt with you would interrupt in seconds.

Hand on your wrist as Jean just looks and stares at the man, this is where the testosterone gets really high in the room.

Jean is definitely the type to show that you’re both together then start a confrontation.

Moving the man's hand away from your wrist and bringing your hands to your sides before giving you a long deep kiss.

Definitely the type to grab onto your ass as he does as you look right into the man's eyes as he kisses down your neck.

He wants them to be envious and will prove to every man that he has you, it might be a tad bit embarrassing to be put on a show like this.

But I know Jean would apologise in some way most likely through fucking you later on at night.

levi ackerman

The man, the myth, the legend would just be another observer, he’d watch quietly, not make a move as he hears the shitty pick-up line.

He knows you can handle it but as soon as he sees the guy get a little too close to his s/o he can’t help but pounce into the action. 

“You ready to leave, tch! Who’s this brat?” 

He’d disregard the man after asking who he was, instead just grabbing your hand to get you out of the situation.

Levi would start a fight; I know he would but for the sake of not breaking the guys bones and getting arrested he’d rather just leave with you.

I swear the brats cannot handle Levi calling them a brat and Levi will end up in a fight, like he’s so composed but as soon as he sees the guy try and grab your ass.

Levi will pounce on the man and the man will either fight back or as soon as Levi gets a punch in, they’d leave themselves afraid of getting hurt even more.

He really does just want you to be safe but also he can sometimes hear you shouting for him to kick the guys teeth when he’s beating up some guy who tried to touch you. 

reiner braun

He’s stupid I’m sorry like he’s smart but so stupid.

Doesn’t realise someone is flirting with you until Porco mentions how handsy the guy is getting with you.

That’s when Reiner finally gets into action, definitely the type to be a bit awkward when he walks up to you and the guy who has his hand on your shoulder.

“Who’s this, babe?”

He’d be calm about it though, wouldn’t push the guys hand away and instead just beckon for you to move closer to him so the guy doesn’t get suspicious of any jealousy that has arisen. 

Reiner would go all protective after you’re in his arms, his arm against your waist as you lean into his side.

The guy just stares as you aren’t able to speak after the very uncomfortable situation. 

“If that’s all, we’ll be going.”

He refuses to let the guy even speak, just wants you safe and secure and doesn’t want any trouble with the guy.

He isn’t one to pursue fights and I feel like he’d want your safety to be his main priority then a petty argument because he doesn’t need to fight a man for your love, when he already has it.

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[slytherweasley]

The three broomsticks (Draco Malfoy x reader)

Warnings: smut- unprotected sex, breast stimulation swearing

Summary: Draco and y/n spend the day at Hogsmeade but the trip to Hogsmeade takes a turn when they go to the three broomsticks

A day with just you and Draco are always the best days. You were going to Hogsmeade together, Draco told you he misses having time just the two of you since you hadn’t had that in a while.

You zipped up your coat and put on your gloves and scarf before meeting Draco in the common room. “You look nice and warm” he says “So do you” you smile kissing his cheek “Let’s go.”

The two of you walk in the snow arm around each other to Hogsmeade. “I’m sorry I’ve been so busy lately” Draco apologises “It’s okay, I’ve actually gotten homework done” “I promise I’ll start spending time with you again” “It’s okay, I know you’re busy.”

You walk into each of the shops, you spend the most at honeydukes, you love all of their sweets and Draco loves to buy you sweets because you were never allowed them as a kid. You start eating them as soon as you buy them, you eat one of each and finish with a lollipop.

“You like it?” Draco asks “Its so nice, you want some” you take the lollipop out of your mouth and he chuckles “No, I don’t want it out of your mouth” “Why all of a sudden you’re scared of my mouth? I’ve literally spit in your mouth before and you loved it” “Shh!” Draco looks around and you laugh. “Don’t want people to hear you’re actually a softy?” “People don’t need to hear that.” He takes the lollipop and puts it in his mouth “Mmm that’s really nice” the lollipop changes flavours once you get to a different part of it.

“Give it back now” “In a second” “We can share” “Fine.”

You walk around a little longer before walking into the three broomsticks. As soon as you walked in you were instantly warmed up. It wasn’t as busy as you expected, you sat at a booth in the back corner, no one could see you back there and you couldn’t see anyone just as Draco liked.

Draco got you both some butterbeers, he got to the table carrying the butterbeers and almost spilt them on the ground. You’d taken off your jacket inside and had a white long sleeved top on, it clung to your body and was see through enough that he could see your breasts, the outline of your nipples were prominent.

You hadn’t noticed Draco staring at your boobs you were just drinking your butterbeer thinking nothing of it.

He kept a conversation with you and did his best to look at your face when you looked at him but he couldn’t help it.

“Dray why are you looking at my boobs?��� You look down and back at him “I’m sorry, I tried but your nipples are out and you’re wearing a white almost see through top, I can see your boobs.”

You chuckle “You wanna touch em?” “Please” “Come here then” you put your back against the wall so Draco can have access to them. He grabs them over your top, you lift up your top exposing them to him “Oh shit they’re so pretty” you chuckle “What if someone sees them?” “They won’t, we are hidden besides they’re yours so no one can touch them but you.”

He massages them, you let out little whimpers. He sucks on your nipple and plays with the other one with his fingers. After a while he stops sucking on them “Y/n, can you feel how hard I am?” He asks “Yeah it’s kinda been poking it’s me” “It hurts I’m so hard” “You wanna go back to the castle?” “I can’t make it there I need to fuck you now.”

You take his hand “I’ve got an idea” you walk to the hallway with all the bathrooms, you take one of the out of order signs putting it on the door of the female bathrooms. “No one will come in” Draco puts you on the counter beside the sink and pulls your top off.

You swiftly undo his pants and pull down his underwear, his cock slaps against his stomach. He undoes your pants and pulls your underwear to the side.

He pushes himself into you groaning loudly, he fills you up, you clench at the feeling of his dick inside you “So tight” he groans thrusting into you.

He rubs your clit while still thrusting into you “Oh fuck” you bury your face into the crook of his neck.

“Such a wet pussy” he moans pounding harder into you. Each thrust he hits your gspot.

“Im so close” you moan throwing your head back and closing your eyes. “Me too baby, cum for me” he rubs your clit again and you finish hard, Draco groans and finishes inside you.

He pulls out and grabs the paper towel to clean you up. Your legs shake and you’re unable to get off the sink. Draco smirks but helps you without saying anything “Don’t look at me like that” he chuckles “I’m sorry I know it’s not nice for you but I find it hot.”

He pulls up your pants and underwear and helps you put your top back on. He kisses your forehead and you wait until your legs stop shaking. He helps you off the counter and the two of you leave the three broomsticks.

[suguruverse]

ohkay hi! may i just say, that i've just encountered your blog and i am already LOVING IT period. i just love it. it's amazing.

alright, i was thinking maybe you could do something like first meeting headcanons. and hopefully for the manager of karasuno 👀 (i was mainly thinking of the manager being a second year but ig it's not that important) it could be something like meeting at a training camp, or at a game, or at nationals, something like that. and i was thinking kuroo, oikawa and atsumu i love that man so much fml

that would be it ly! 💘

— FIRST MEETINGS WITH THE HAIKYUU BOYS AS KARASUNO’S MANAGER

includes - kuroo tetsurou, oikawa tooru and miya atsumu

a/n - hi bub!! hehe thank you for your support i love you <33 i loved this req lmao hope you like it!

♕ KUROO TETSUROU

- bro lets be completely honest, he is an absolute stuttering mess when he first meets you

- he doesn't even realise that you can see him just staring at you for a solid five minutes

- this man has 0 experience with picking up girls so he will just be saying the worst pick up lines ever or some random fact that no one cares about

- it was the first day of the tokyo training camp with karasuno, nekoma and fukurodani and you and some of the other manager's were in charge of making lunch and dinner

- since you were in the kitchen basically for the entire day, you never really had the change to meet any other the other players

- once dinner arrives, they all flood into the cafeteria looking a little bit... dead?

- you serve them their food, only receiving a toneless "thank you"

- until kuroo walked in, as rowdy and loud as he is

- when he arrived in front of you to get his rice and soup, he just stopped and looked at you

"good work today! here's your food"

kuroo: o-o

"um is there something on my face?"

"p...pretty"

"im sorry"

"YOU'RE REALLY PRETTY"

- when i tell you the silence that just filled up the room

*bokuto in the background* "BRO ASK HER OUT LATER, YOU'RE HOLDING UP THE LINE, I'M HUNGRY"

- and then he just awkwardly runs away to his table where kenma was and just plopped on the table, his face hiding in his arms while kenma is just very uncomfortably patting kuroo's back in comfort

- the next day at breakfast, you sneaked your number onto his food tray (that was on a piece of paper) and he didn't even notice it was there until he nearly ate it

- from that day on, you'll just see him awkwardly trying to make conversation with you

- when you switched with yachi to help out the boys during the day like filling up water bottles and shit, kuroo is trying to impress you but is also doing incredibly shitty at the same time

- he pulled a hinata a couple times and got hit straight in the face by bokuto

- but to his surprise, you were already in the nurse's office because tanaka starting waving his shirt around and accidentally hit nishinoya right in the nose

- kuroo acts like he had a broken arm or something just so you can baby him

- he genuinely believes in love at first sight and asks you out at the end of the training camp lol he has no patience

♕ OIKAWA TOORU

- it was at the spring high preliminaries and both teams were warming up

- it was his turn to spike when boom bam he hits you straight in the face

oikawas brain: oh no i hit pretty girl. i should ask pretty girl if she's okay. pretty girl really pretty

- while daichi is trying to stop noya and tanaka from ripping oikawas hair out, he was already running towards you, asking if you were okay

- you insisted you were okay as you were kind of embarrassed with the crowd watching you, and soon after, the game had began

- oikawa was already thinking of 12 ways he could apologise to you but for now, he had to focus on the game

- whenever there was a timeout or break, he noticed the small twitches in your eye and the bruises that were faint, but still there

- although the game had resulted in karasuno's win, oikawa couldn't help but feel worse when he saw you wince in pain when hinata excitedly pulled you into his chest for a hug

- kiyoko recommended you go to the nurse's office but there was no point since you were about to leave anyways

- like kuroo, this man acts as if no one can see him staring at you like a creep for afar

- you rolled your eyes for the 30th time that day when oikawa approached you again as you were about to get on the bus

"hey you! are you sure you're okay?"

"im fine, thanks"

"are you sure? is there something you want me to do for you?"

- he doesn't really know how to continue this conversation so he just stands there, waiting for you to say something

"you seem a little desperate oikawa-san"

- he turns into a blushing mess when you tease him and you cannot tell me otherwise

"what about a date then? as an apology. i don't think i can sleep at night if i don't at least try to make it up to you"

"sorry not interested"

"OH right.. sorry i just thou-"

"i was just joking oikawa-san, tomorrow at 5?"

"YES"

- on the date he keeps mentioning how nervous he was because of how pretty he thought you were and how he couldn't sleep

- love sick bitch

- he also tries to be so damn smooth as well and he thinks that it's working but it really isn't

- pls for the love of god just boost his ego he needs it

- i swear you could be celebrating your 3 year anniversary but he will still be mentioning that day, telling everyone how it was fate or whatever

- and you could be on the side like what mf my face hurt for like 3 weeks shut up

♕ MIYA ATSUMU

- yay we're at nationals

- anyways the venue was fucking massive so you'll end up getting lost right?

- well yes, but you didn't really expect it to be when you were trying to escort hinata to the fucking toilets

- it was only 20 minutes until their match against inarizaki was gonna start and that mf was still in the bathroom

- and you can't exactly enter the men's bathroom so you just started pacing in front of the door like a psycho

- conveniently atsumu and suna were walking to the bathroom and saw you just muttering to yourself

- he honestly thought you were some time of perv and hella weird

"OI CREEP, what the hell a ya doing?" says the man with piss hair and reeks of axe

- and like a movie, you turn around, hair flipping in the wind and he can hear angels singing and a bright light surrounds you

- mans is on the flooring crying because wtf he just saw the most beautiful person he's ever seen

- pls snap him out of it, ur friend is probably shitting his pants in the toilets behind you and you need to see if he's okay

- he cannot keep eye contact for the life of him

- you could just be like "i'm really sorry but im the mangager for karasuno and one of my friends are in there, so can you just check on him pls"

- and he'll just smile and nod at whatever you say like "mhm yeah totally karasuno? mhm thats hot, wanna go out with me?"

- atsumu is like a demon possessed him and suna out here watching him like tf i just need to take a piss man shut up

- yeah you left with atsumu's number and left hinata all alone

- he left the bathroom and almost cried when he realised he got ditched for dick

[seriesxwriting]

I’m gonna end up in prison anyway.

JJ maybank x you! <3

JJ is upset about jhon B being in prison and takes it out on you… but JJ soon realises he’s in the wrong and apologises confessing his love for you at the same time <3.

Warnings- kissing and swearing. I think that’s it.

Also just wanna say that I know all my writing has been outer banks characters but more characters are coming soon I promise. I’m just obsessed with this show at the moment :)

“JJ your an idiot!” I yelled at him once he’d climbed in to the speeding car explaining what he had tried to do. “well I’m going to end up in jail anyway so who fucking cares” JJ ran his fingers through his blonde hair avoiding eye contact with me sitting tight in the seat next to him.

“I fucking care JJ” I mimicked him in a calmer tone.

He looked at me still panting from the run “you alright?” Pope eyed his best in the mirror from the front seat. “Just a shit day” he inhaled and exhaled loudly turning his whole body away from me and staring out the window.

What the fuck was he thinking trying to bust jhon B out with that plan! We needed to prove his innocents not go on the run again.

Ki drove us back to where we were staying in silence. Her and pope went off in to the night talking about some random stuff, giggling some might say flirting. “y/n” he called out when I was walking away from the car minding my own business “what”.

JJ came around to my side climbing out of the white suit he was dressed in tying it around his torso.

“You still mad?”

“I’m not even mad JJ I’m -just worried” I stuttered trying to think of the right words so I would give him any clues to how I really felt about the boy.

“John B is in prison! I needed to do something It’s him you should be worried about” “I am! But I’m worried about you as well your acting like an idiot your not going to prison JJ so stop blaming all your shit on that, it’s not down to you we’re all doing everything we can to free him but your choices there down to you! So watch them”

“None of you are doing anything” he scoffed, I went closer to take his hand in mine. “why do you think your going to prison?” I whispered looking up at his beautiful eyes holding his hand in to my stomach.

“Because I am! Im going to end up in prison anyway so what’s the point” he shouted pulling away from me looking up at the sky with the roll of his eyes.

“well I’m not gonna let you!”

“You can’t do anything about it y/n were all fucked! ki just got kicked out of her parents house Pope hasn’t been home for days! My dad is a dick head- so is Sara’s and you, I don’t even know what your doing here you could go back home to you warm fluffy bed any time you wanted… John B is already in prison it’s just a matter of time before we’re ALL in there too” he shouted at me with tears in his eyes.

I wanted to hug him because he was in pain but he’d hurt me.

“FUCK YOU! I’m a pogue”

“are you? Do you want to be in prison with us” JJ asked me calmly with a hint of a smile.

I pushed him on the chest and he stumbled back a bit looking at my face knowing he’d hurt me.

“your upset …about John B I know, but you don’t have to be such an asshole! If you wanna fuck your life up and go prison be my guest JJ… but you won’t see the others in there, don’t say I didn’t try to help you because that’s all I’ve EVER tried to do” I shouted with a tear sliding out my dolled up eyes. Side looking him before turning my back with attitude and leaving JJ stood there. Alone.

I couldn’t believe I was actually in love with that ass, he’d never spoken to me like that how I knew he was just hurt.

But I wasn’t going to take that it’s not acceptable, no one should be spoke to like that and if he wanted me to forgive him he was gonna have to work for it. I went to sleep soon after that, on the beat up sofa with scrappy blankets feeling empty inside, though I didn’t get much sleep overall.

I tossed and turned for what felt like hours, playing back the conversation in my head overthinking it. finally getting to sleep around five am.

“Don’t tell me how to wax my bored!” Is what I woke up to.

My head was clanging from lack of sleep and the sun glaring down at me through the dusty window.

“Boys, SHUT UP” I sailed out to them, not being in the mood to be awake yet “sorry y/n! JJ is just being an idiot”

“what else is new?” I wondered to pope coming out into the straight heat blocking the sun with my hand.

Kiara and pope laugh at me while JJ stood there looking guilty underneath his sunglasses. His face showed that he regretted what happened last night but I really wasn’t interested at the moment. He’d pissed me off.

“Don’t you think he’s using to much wax?” Pope pointed at the bored in JJ’s hands.

“don’t tell me how to wax my bored! Jeez”

JJ lifted up his sparkling sunglasses up on to his head in anger at pope.

“I’m just saying…” “guys seriously stop it!” Kiara looked up giving them daggers clearly getting annoyed. “Remember when y/n suggested you shut up, listen to it!”

“wait shhh.. do you hear that?” JJ rotated his head and eyes away from me peering in to the distance of the road “is that…” I trailed off listening out. Jhon b swerved around the corner in his van with a huge smile on his face. The feeling in the air changed immediately.

“JHON B?!” Kiara jumped over the sofa throwing her magazine on the floor running towards him excitedly flopping in to his arms

The boys followed jumping in to a happy group hug I didn’t Wanna disturb. Though it did put a smile on my face.

“what the hell bro?” JJ slapped John B on the back with a beautiful smile fixed on his face. It was nice to see him genuinely smile.

“They let me go” he smiled shrugging while everyone took a step back.

“Come here” jhon B laughed putting his arms out to me, I’d stayed in the dorm frame the whole time just watching. I bounced over and we met in the middle hugging tightly. “Ugh it’s so good to have you back” I whispered softly

“but they just let you go?” Pope questioned confused.

“Sure did- charges were dropped, wheres Sarah?” He looked around and then at me.

“She didn’t come back last night” JJ sighed so I didn’t have to answer “she went to meet wheezie and didn’t come back” he explained again in more detail when John B looked at me for answers again.

Suddenly out the corner off our eyes we saw a speedboat heading to us, with topper and Sara. The confused ,but happy to be reunited, pogues all ran towards it but gently my wrist was grabbed. Stopping me from following.

“can I talk to you?” JJ asked with a sad soft face pointed to the floor,

“maybe if you actually look me in the eyes for once” I told him while folding my arms defensively so I’d get out of his grasp.

“I’m- sorry I’m so sorry y/n, I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that you didn’t deserve to hear that, it came from a place of anger and worry and sadness it wasn’t meant for you”

“That’s what I said to you JJ, I also said I was here for you but you can’t push me away like that” I attacked him with guilt “I know that…” “but theres a reason” JJ fixed his top setting it straight and looked dead into my eye.

This time he took my hand…myy heart beat quickened as I grew more nervous thinking about all the possible things he could say.

“Uh… okay, I really like you..y/n” JJ confessed with a smirk.

“W-what?” My words didn’t know how to come out and my body insisted on making me look like an idiot. I forgot got how to control my body, my mouth was open in shock with What the boy had just said.

“me?”

“Yes, you” JJ’s laughed filled my ears flicking his blonde hair out his eyes . “I said all that’s shit to you yesterday because I know I’ll never be good enough for you… and that hurts so I fucked things up.. but I don’t wanna fuck this up”

“You didn’t fuck anything up, I like you too” I told him softly snaking my hands up to his face holding it so he was looking at me. It was all such a rush.

“but you need to work on your eye contact because you have such pretty eyes” I smiled against his soft lips before kissing him.

Our tongues entered each others mouths and my hand held on to his blonde hair for support. We both pulled away out of breath and burning with the excitement of young love. leaning out foreheads on each other’s.

“Fucking hell y/n, I’d thought out every possibility about how this would go but none of them where like that” he breathed quietly, giggling holding my waist and bringing me closer to his body.

“I promise I won’t ever shout at you again”

“I can deal with the shouting JJ ,it’s the part where you put your self down! That hurts me because I believe in you”.

He looked taken back, “no one- has ever spoke to me like you have” he whispered in realisation, “well then you better fucking listen to what I have to say huh” I raised my eye brow chewing on my bottom lip

JJ nodded his head grinning down before pulling me in to a hug.

“thank you” he whispered in my ear. “For what?” I looked at him funny “for not giving up on me” “no I like you too much” I shrugged looking at the floor to distract my smile.

“I promise I won’t ever give up on you” I told him seriously.

JJ beamed and leant in for another kiss warming my heart and securing me in his strong arms.

[yanderenightmare]

France here :D!

So I have a question, how would the yandere's react to their darlings suddenly taking an interest in something they've heard about and absolutely loving it and near begging them to try it with them? Like maybe gardening, being able to plant both of their favourite flowers, baking a new type of sweet.

Also I personally am quite a bookworm myself, how would their darlings react to their lover just wandering about the home reading a book they're absolutely entranced with. Maybe the yandere asks them what they're reading and their darling goes on this automatic tangent about this book because they're enjoying it so much?

Dhsjdbshd sorry if this is a bit much bby, im just a sap for your writing and it's fun to see your take on things!

yandere ! BNHA fluffy headcannons

TIP-JAR

goodiebag WARNINGS: noncon/dubcon hinting, mind-control, profanity

BAKUGO KATSUKI - KACHAN

FOOD – trust-exercise

He won’t lie, it did start of as a trust-exercise.

To see if she could be allowed around knives and such. To see if she’d be grateful for the freedom or take it for granted.

But now, he must admit, the time spent in the kitchen has become a time of day he cherishes. Looks forward to even. Independent from whether or what they’re making.

Purely based on seeing his darling fuck up in whichever task he gives her.

It’s to that point where he actually can’t trust her with knives. But not based in fear of her stabbing him... no no no, rather fear of her accidentally stabbing herself.

He, himself, has always spent a significant amount of time cooking. His body being a temple and all that.

He’s always been passionate and involved and nitpicky with what his body consumes. Needing the right amount of nutrients to support his more strenuous activities, and that food needing to be something he’ll actually want to put in his mouth.

A good meal can make a day, just as well as a bad one will ruin it.

And he doesn’t trust anyone to perform these tasks to his liking outside of himself and his mother.

Where his mother is a pain in the ass to ask for such things and it not being plausible to live with her his entire life. For not to mention him wanting to have gotten out of his childhood home as quickly as possible once he become of age.

So naturally, he took it upon himself to learn rather early in life.

What more, he surprisingly found he quite enjoys cooking. To some extent at least. It’s something he respects.

It’s not such a meagre and tedious task as people make it out to be. And definitely not only reserved for stay-at-home-wives.

It craves dedication, understanding, focus, precision, experimentation, bravery, patience and most of all: openness and acceptance of failure.

All things he should work on in all aspects of his life.

Cooking just gives him an outlet where he can work on these less evolved qualities.

Besides, eating something self-made fills him with such pride. Such fulfillment.

It feels good when hard work pays off. Especially when you’re being rewarded at the same time with your reaping.

But she, in great opposition to him, is completely hopeless and it’s fucking adorable.

He knew he was better than her just by his history within the field, but he’d never guessed she’d suck this badly.

And it would have angered him, but she performs all those graceless acts with… well… such grace.

Meaning, she isn’t a sore loser like him when he fails in something.

She handles it all with a type of humility. Apologising and laughing at herself and thanking him for his understanding.

A trait Bakugo has never managed to master.

So, perhaps he can learn something from her after all.

Besides... she can't reach the top shelves. And his heart clenches to the point where he swears it hurts while he watches her timidly ask for his help. That outmost adorable little ‘thank you’ she gives him afterwards and the shy smile that pulls at the corner of her mouth once he says ‘you’re welcome’.

He just wants to drop everything and kiss her. Fuck the food, there are other things he wants to eat.

Where on top of that, his heart does this stupid fluttering each time he sees her in her apron. Especially if she’s all covered up and caked in with flour. Powder on her nose and in her hair and that crooked smile displayed on her face as if asking for forgiveness.

He shouldn’t give her tasks that will end up on the floor, but… it’s just so precious to see her fail so spectacularly time and time again.

Of course, it’s fun seeing her beam when she actually manages to do something for once too.

DABI - TODOROKI TOUYA

MUSIC – comfort

He was never one for music.

Not by choice though. It’s just his home growing up didn’t really entertain such arts. Such wastes of time. Such distractions.

And those times he’d snuck out to go to festivals and concerts, he wasn’t really in it for the music but for the other back-alley activities.

Such as those that left his lungs burning and head buzzing.

So, no. Music was not something he ever thought too much about. Among the many other things he’d not quite learned how to appreciate.

That all changed when he first heard his darling though.

His darling sings like an angel. And he swore hearing her must have been the first time he ever heard anyone.

Truly heard. Listened.

As though her voice dug him out of a grave or blew the fog away. Allowing him to breathe. Allowing him to see.

He thought at first it must have been her quirk. Surprised to find it was no such thing. That what he was hearing was real, no faux, no mockery or manipulation.

That’s probably what got him. How she sang, not to ensnare like the siren, but to uplift downtrodden hearts.

It’s cliché, but he felt as though she saw him. Sang about him. Sang to him. Sang for him.

Many others thought the same though. Many other predators stalked in circles around her. Heavy-lidded eyes eying her with such ugly lust.

Sleaze-bags burn just as well as any other type of flesh through. And no amount of begging or screaming can tame blue flames. Where not even hell could help them if it so wanted to.

Yet, wipe a few shits off your windshield and more are bound to pop up.

It was only a matter of time...

Which is why she ended up tied to his bedpost. Why it needed to happen. Where she would be neatly removed from any other throbbing hearts leaching of off her sweetness.

Kept all safe and sound with him and him alone.

She would sing to comfort herself in the beginning. Humming small tunes to suppress how scared and alone she felt trapped with no one but him.

She’s a strange creature. Where she'd refrain from spending her time pulling at the chains in favour of creating various clanking sounds to scent the background music while she sang.

He didn’t keep her in chains for too long though. She never fought against him in such a manor he found threatening enough to have to keep her bound. She would mostly just cry if and when he got too rowdy.

She would sing herself down from panic-attacks. Sing herself off to sleep. Sing herself out of crying. Which was a real sweet and un-disturbing coping mechanism that aided him in many of the same endeavours.

As the time went by, the fears shrouding her eyes more and more uplifted like smoke from dying embers. And soon she looked at his scars no longer as proof of what terrible things he’d done, but as evidence of all the cruel things that had been done to him.

She used to sing to comfort herself, but now she sings to comfort him.

She’ll sing him to sleep. Stroking his hair gently and motherly as he rests his head in her lap. Hugging him close when she feels his body begin to tremble as those stifled sobs jostle his body with no hope of him hiding it. Now with no need either.

He takes it upon himself to fiddle with a guitar.

His darling teaches him how to tune it to the right chords. Showing him a couple basic sequences. Ones that work well with any number of songs.

They can sit like that for ages. A sweet type of smoke scenting the air just like how it did in those back-alleys when he was young.

Though this time he can say he’s actually looking forward to waking up in the morning.

SHIGARAKI TOMURA

VIDEOGAMES – synergy

It’s no surprise Tomura enjoys his fair share of video-games.

He spends a lot of money on it too. And a lot of time and dedication and patience and screaming.

At first it was a simple leisurely joy. One lacking focus and end-goal. Where the target wasn't anything outside the confines of the concept of the game itself. And the other players where simply that, not assets nor assistance, just white-noise in the background.

Mindless and tactless. A simple means of making time move quicker.

Yet over time the activity evolved, or rather, he evolved.

Spotting the cohesiveness, like falling dominos. Levelling up, new abilities, boss fights, strong allies. Everything was connected.

Sharing the same root.

Much like life, yet not at all at the same time... because life unlike games is unpredictable, and players choose incorrectly, and plans fail.

Things don't do what they're supposed to do, what they should be programmed to do and turn out entirely different than what he had decided.

Life is frustrating.

Whereas games are an escape to better deal with those frustrations. Where he can apply rules to a system that receives them gratefully.

In the end what Tomura enjoyed about it was the control. That’s what he stayed for at least. Not to satiate some bottomless bloodlust or warlike hunger, but for the assurance that everything he did, either a win or a loss, was simply a learning experience executed without fatality.

It’s a mere simulation, where everything goes. If he wishes to burn it all up he can and simply click reset to restore.

Video-games gives him a place to vent and exercise control and more importantly lose control.

A safe place, his place.

One where he can manipulate each and every aspect. Everything just his for the taking. Where failing only means an opportunity to try again and abandon faults.

One where he could start over however many times he liked.

Reset, respawn, replay, repeat, repeat, repeat, perfect, prosper, win.

A place he can finetune his skills, or create those he lacks. Such as patience, respect for consequences, appreciation towards allies, strategy over brute force, knowing when to retreat and when to push forward.

He plays with teammates all the time. People half-way across the world or a couple blocks down the road.

He read their tags, knew their skills, talked to them from time to time. And he would never think having one of them next to him would be any different, that the result would be different, that the energy would be any different than what it was online.

But having his darling there...

Cross-legged with the game-controller cradled in both her hands, her head facing the screen with such stoic focused features lit up with the sole light-source coming from the gameplay...

Roaring when riding a kill-streak and grumbling when falling short, biting his shoulder or slapping his thigh in the fit of her short-lived resentment for when he wins over her, and storming his composure with a fit of maniacal cackles and mocking giggles when she manages to win over him...

Or how she praises him when they’re on the same team and bites out bitter yet comical comments about the other team-players...

It hardly seems like a game anymore when she’s there to bring such life into the mix.

He’s now learning things he never would have had she not been there to show him how.

When she howls in glee and gorges herself in the moment, he’s learning how to savor each and every victory to the max, no matter how small or insignificant the win actually is.

He must admit it was a tactic to make the room feel bigger in her case. Letting her roam free in digital form given how her physical physique is not allowed to leave.

But it would be a falsehood and a sin if he were to say that it stayed his reasoning for long.

He’s forgotten what his initial goal was in the beginning of their gaming sessions, forgotten that there even was a goal.

As he’s now fallen prey to falling even deeper and endlessly and hopelessly in love with her. Unable to understand just how he got so lucky.

SHINSO HITOSHI

GAMBLING – system

Ironically, Hitoshi’s never been too good at control.

All aspects of it.

He has a hard time controlling himself and a hard time letting other people take control. Usually ending up out of control with his controlling of other people.

His hero-work gives him an excuse to exercise those less moralistic qualities. It gives him an outlet to be manipulative and a scene to play puppet-master.

But he doesn’t want to take those liberties when with his darling. No matter how tempting it is at times. No matter how many times she insists on pushing his limits.

The last thing he wants is for her to break and become a mindless puppet on his strings.

That’s why he’s setting boundaries.

Not just for her, but for himself as well. So they can control how much he gives and how much he takes.

Simply put: they play a game.

A game with a construct of rules and goals, producing a winner and a loser.

What game they play doesn’t really matter. It’s the side game that holds the real action.

What they bet.

They usually result to chess though. It being fair and near impossible to cheat in.

Where if she wins, she gets benefits, rewards, free-passes, liberties, a wish to do anything of her choosing. All within the premises of that they’ve established beforehand of course.

For example, she can do pretty much anything if it’s inside the apartment. However, if she wants to do something outside, she’ll need to be escorted by him, where there obviously is a time-limit to how long each of these rewards last.

Then there’s the case of outcome where he’s the established winner of their little game...

Where, naturally, his choice of reward is her.

Allowed to have her in every way he so wishes.

It’s funny and cute... how big a sore loser she can be.

Pouting and folding her arms over her chest. Huffing and puffing as she demands a roll-over or a re-match. Suggesting a higher gamble that can only end in her demise.

Sometimes he’ll indulge in a greater wager. Wanting to get more out of his award. Maybe one where he can make her put on a show for him or perhaps have her allow him to cross the limits and play with her mind.

But, most of the time he’s content with the reaping of one game.

The outcome of having her comply to his carnal wishes where she dresses up in lace and stockings and chains only for him to dress her down with his hands. Licking his lips as he unwraps her like a gift.

She’s an even bigger ugly winner though...

Flashing that shit-eating grin. Mouth stretched so wide like the Cheshire-cat. Flouncing and haughty and so in his face about it. Rubbing salt in the wound.

It’s almost like she wants him to break his promise.

Like she wants him to lose control.

Sometimes he does.

He’ll flip the table. Queens and rooks and pawns flying every which way. Clattering to the floor.

She’s not so full of herself then...

He loves seeing that wicked glint in her eyes dwindle into a beautiful expression of regret once he has her tail in an iron-grip. His much stronger hands pushing her against the table, extracting that cat-like whine from out of her as he growls in her ear and pulls some more.

He’ll have her wishing she’d lost instead.

As mentioned earlier, he’s not too good at control.

But honestly, if he’s trying his best in exercising control of himself, so should she.

If she decides on being a nasty bratty cocky bitch, then he will most certainly decide on being just as nasty.

Perhaps then they both learn.

TAKAMI KEIGO - HAWKS

STARGAZING – meditation

Keigo’s always enjoyed the night sky.

He enjoys the consistency. The big presence of the moon that never leaves. The stars like eyes in the sky looking out for him as he sweeps through the air.

The night sky is reliant.

The only thing that’s stuck with him since when he was a child learning to use his wings properly to now as he slices through the clouds like a fish in water.

But, despite loving the night sky, he surprisingly knows next to nothing about it. In great contrast to his darling.

It was perhaps a means of making her calm down the first few times, but he was pleasantly surprised when he flew her up to the roof only for her to reveal what a great astronomy nerd she was.

It’s endearing, how excited she gets.

Seemingly forgetting how much she hates him in favor of taking about the thing she loves instead.

And he’s left awestruck at what alien knowledge she has about zodiacs and star-alignments and planets and gods and all these things he never had much interest in knowing yet somehow seems like the most precious of entertainment as he watches her light up with thrill.

She's quite like the night sky herself in that manner. Where the words like blitz pour out her mouth like a meteor shower.

It’s insane what stories she knows of old myths born under the night-sky. How she spurs up such great passionate tales or how their fates were said to be written up there.

She told of him of Icarus and his quest to reach the sun. Of how its fire-y mane cast a plethora of colour across the sky, like paint on a canvas. How the clouds swept the air with golden dust and how the otherwise murky waters reflected the heavens as though jealous of the light. How reaching above the welkin the stars were beginning to appear, reciting the story of the poor boys ill fate. Hauling in the dark and weeping while at it for they knew how those soft feathers of his would burn with spite and glory and sear upon his skin. Knowing how his lungs would fill with soot as the water welcomed him into the dark.

She told him that Icarus was a lot like him. How his eyes reflected the gold of the sun as well and how the wind had whipped his locks into chaos too.

Her eyes moon-big and locked with the vast void above them.

No longer paying any mind to how he insisted on holding her in his arms. No longer resisting the heat of his chest and wings.

Rather welcoming it as the bitter cold of the night bit through her clothing and needled at her skin.

She told him that not all starlight share the same age. She told him that some of the light they saw had travelled millions or even billions of years apart, even though they reach their eyes at the same time.

Speaking as though she’s given it a world of thought.

She told him that the night sky might be perceived as a single moment for them, but was in-fact a patchwork of time, years in breadth. An intricate god-made puzzle that they had the blessing of seeing.

It’s precious...

How all viciousness seems to mellow, as though not worth her time in comparison to what glory found above them.

It’s a good reminder for him too. To see her like that.

All humble and sweet. Falling asleep in his arms with that gentle smile on her face. Her nose red in the cold.

Sometimes he forgets that she’s just a little human. Incapable of hurting him even though her sharp words cut him so deep sometimes.

In many ways he looks at her like she looks at the sky.

And he’ll cast his wishes up at the stars every day until she looks at him the same way.

MIDORIYA IZUKU - DEKU

BOOKS – quality-time

Being a nerd is one of the greatest gifts the world has ever given Izuku. Granting him with such interest and curiosity for things that require much thought, much in-depth focus and determination, studying the greats, allowing him to become the greatest of all time. Clips and interviews of former heroes, documentaries and movie adaptations and such are obviously great sources for inspiration, but books, books are the greatest and truest form of information, because you can trust in a book that the author has taken good time sitting down and writing something not meant purely as a means of entertainment but knowledge as well.

Because of this, Izuku has a lot, meaning an abundance, of books stored in his house. We’re talking libraries, not just a nook, not just a room, but a whole wing in his mansion dedicated to books. Books are thorough, whereas other media often come up short, and they have taught him a great deal of how, as a fan, you should always be your idols greatest critique. Where All Might was a great hero, he wasn’t exactly the sharpest tool in the toolshed, as many of those fights he engaged could have been entirely avoided if he’d just given it a bit more thought. Because of this: Deku exercises the wonders of manipulation and negotiation above pure sheer brute force. Those same tactics being abused when tackling handling his darling.

While in his observing of her he got the impression she also held a certain love of books in her heart, he couldn’t help but want to exploit it. At first he gave her just one book, keen eyes observing her reaction, how her eyes grazed the title before looking to him, the curious and hopeful question at her lips answered when he placed it in her lap, no price to pay. The way she spluttered out her gratitude was enough to make him look forward to what he would be introducing her to once she finished reading it. He so wishes he could replay the moment he first showed her to the library. How her mouth dropped open, eyes widening as though not believing what was displayed in front of her, flittering to the swirling staircases and the rows upon rows of books, reaching several floors up, taking those first careful steps into the aromatic smell of old paper, the smell that reeks with knowledge, the nervous laugh she gave when she realized her eyes weren’t deceiving her.

She’s so cute it’s nearly annoying how much she distracts him with how she kicks her feet and giggles every once in a while or scrunches up her nose with eyes skidding through the pages, getting so wrapped up in every scene, even crying if the story calls for it. It’s difficult to keep track of what he’s reading, let alone keep his wondering thoughts at bay, especially with how she wiggles on his lap, gasping and humming in response to what unfolds between her pages. On the other side, she poses as a great source for feedback. He’ll often recite things to her, her eyes fluttering at the sound of his voice reminding her she isn’t alone, requesting her innocent thoughts regarding this and that of what philosophy he’s reading. It’s quite useful having the opinion of someone like her to contrast his biased ones, shedding new light on something of which he viewed entirely different.

Also, it’s so sweet seeing her beam when he asks her what she’s reading, his curiosity craving she tell him what has her so intrigued. How she’ll bounce in her seat on his lap, telling him of the main characters and the plot and her hopes and her fears, hands vividly painting the air with her passion. It reminds him of how he treated All Might comic-books as a child, with such intense vigor. It’s nice to see such baseless boundless childlike wonder displayed so earnestly before him, especially when cradled in his scarred bloody hands.

CHISAKI KAI - OVERHAUL

GARDENING – health

He hates it. He loathes it with every fiber of his being. It’s disgusting, it’s gross, it’s appalling and everywhere. Dirt under his nails, on his shirt, in his pockets, in his hair, on his skin, on his darling, literally covering his darling from head to toe. Why did he allow this? Why did he support it? Why was he partaking in the activity? And why on earth wasn’t he stopping it?!

All he need is say so, all he need is put his foot down. His darling is in no right and no position to oppose him, but… look at her, or, don’t look at her, but listen to her, and strangely enough, feel her. He doesn’t know exactly how to explain it, but she seems so at peace in this chaos of dirt and water and fertilizer and perlite, handling the plants with such care and ease, as though she’s genuinely concerned with their survival, treating them with such heartfelt affection, replanting them in bigger pots when they grow too big, spritzing them with mineral water when they look weak, never once resulting to abandoning all hope for what looks to be a goner, she persists and saves them.

For the longest time he’s viewed himself as above other things, as though the people he surrounded himself with should be grateful to be in his presence and as though the floor should rejoice to be trod upon by him, but now, as his expectations are being thrown in his face, his darling literally smearing mud in his face and giggling like some mischievous squirrel as she does so, he can’t help but realize just how ridiculous he’s been all these years. What’s the harm of a little mud after all? How could it possibly harm him in any way? Things can only make you feel inferior if you give it consent, mud cannot possibly hope to disgrace him if he chooses not to care. It’s good therapy, he realizes, his darling helping him overcome his suffocating anxieties, his crippling phobias. He’s able to let lose more and more with her help, feeling comfortable enough to be graceless in light of her gracelessness.

What more, he’s gradually coming to the understanding that gardening is actually one of the cleanlier hobbies. And when he says clean, he doesn’t mean clean as in spotless, but clean as in lacking bacteria. Plants and such actually help filter the air, and he must admit ever since they brought specimens of the garden inside the house, something he was in great opposition to do yet managed to be swayed by his darling’s relentless insisting, he’s been breathing for what feels like the first time, he feel lighter, his skin looks better, no itching, no boils, smoother and less irritable, and by the gods does he sleep well.

He’s being introduced to all sorts of witchcraft. His darling chipping of leaves from this and that plant, creating mixes that can be used to several peculiar things. Add water and you’re brewing tea, add fire and you’ve made sage, add oil and you’ve made creams and salves and masks. He’s always skeptical to her requests, when she asks for him to eat this or drink that, smell and wear and feel and try all strange concoctions she’s whipped together, yet pleasantly surprised when her smooth hands smear fresh-feeling organic lotions onto his irritable skin, soothing the fire, taming the itch. 

She makes him feel so calm, at once when he comes home, smelling the herbs, it’s as though some weight lifts off his shoulders, forcing him into a docile state and feeling of peace and harmony.

TODOROKI SHOTO

ART - creed

Shoto had never thought art was something for him. He never understood it. Paintings so fine that they look like carbon copies, the same product taking a picture would produce. He didn’t understand the point it served in modern society were maintaining history is done best through photography. He could see why his great-grandparents had their portraits painted when they were young and why landscapes of old wars were documented through the tools of paint on canvas, but certainly there is no need for such extremities anymore. On another note, he didn’t understand why people would dedicate their lives to creating such replicas of real life, where he knew the skills to do so is at an unbelievable scale. He knows it is nothing he could ever produce himself. He doesn’t have the precision, he lacks the finesse and aim and focus it craves. His quirks don’t call for any of that. He just shoots and knows by the great coverage his ice mountains make that he’s immobilized whatever threat he needed to. Where he respected the skill, he didn’t respect the outcome and found the purpose pointless.

But then he met her. She who didn’t paint properly. She who threw whirlwinds of color and created such mock mangled representations of reality, something so wrong yet more accurate a picture of what was real than any photograph could ever produce. He saw not fact portrayed, but emotion. Passion, he believes the word is, something of which has always eluded him, where he’s never been at all any good at fine-tuning his emotions into anything as potent as passion. He would enjoy her and her work from afar, loving the color, the seemingly senseless sporadic of the abstract that sometimes even seemed a strange form of harmonic. He would enjoy the association that some pieces beckoned from him as he quietly observed. Some pieces looked like scars and bruises, others like falling debris, great icicles, or flames.

She was a strange type of creature, and the more he watched, the more he needed to talk to her, and the more he listened to her outlook on life, did he fall immensely in love, obsessed with having her depict artwork of his bruises and his flames and his ice and his pain and his anger, and the more the inclination he felt to make artwork of his own, perhaps using her body as his canvas.

He views everything different now, his scars are stories, figures running across him like wild cattle in a field, his left side, the large burn covering half his face, no longer a burden, but a trademark, his peculiarity, his individualism. When he comes home with blood splatter spluttered on his costume, he feels the slight inclination to refrain from washing it away, viewing it no longer as dirt, but as a statement, a shout of victory. No snowflake is the same, they are all individual, special, their complete own, posing no equal, and though he knew this from before, now he feels a slight sorrow each time they all melt, because he’s learned to appreciate the complete exceptionality of it, a pattern lost forever, no hope of recreation. He sees it in his flames as well, viewing them in a different light, the shadows on the walls, how they create such a show, as though conjuring life, as though casting spells, as though roaring with the passion he thought he didn’t have.

And it’s all thanks to her. His hands on her body is not just that, it’s more, it’s like religion, it’s like sacrifice, like offering, like absolution, like reverence, like praying. His lips on her skin, the blood trickling down her throat when he’s bitten through, how he holds her naked frame in his embrace, her warmth, her quaking, her whimpers, how she can cry from pain yet moan from pleasure all at the same time. It’s art. Their love is art. Their love is God.

[captain039]

PART 6 Secrets of mutation

Logan(wolverine) x reader

Warnings: Age gap, student/teacher, AOB, trauma, swearing, sexual, intimate, a little forceful, heats, smut, unprotected sex, lil kinky, angst, jealousy

Xmen X new mutants

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When you awoke for the second time that day, you groaned and shuffled stomach demanding more food. You reached around and felt no Logan by you making you sigh. You sat up slowly, stretched and went to the bathroom.

You went to the toilet before going to the kitchen again, you rummaged through the cupboards and fridge before huffing, you wanted a big dinner meal. You sat by the table and leant against it sighing when you heard footsteps. You hoped they passed but you saw Jean stop in the entrance way. You tensed avoiding eye contact as she sat across from you.

“How are you feeling?” She asked.

“I’m ok?” You shrugged. Aching still and overly warm, what else did she expect?

“Good, after your heat is over we can five you some medicine if you wish” she said and you nodded.

“Are you mad at me?” You asked like a little kid.

“No, I’m not mad at you” she chuckled softly.

“I know Logan is, overly nice to you, I’m not um- I’m sure he’ll just go back to normal after everything is done” you nodded embarrassed.

“He’s just being… nice?” The hole you were digging got deeper and deeper as you spoke.

“Logan doesn’t do nice, if he’s doing something it’s for reason” you avoided her eyes as she spoke and nodded.

“Right” you mumbled.

“Protective then? This will go away after I’m done with my heat, he’ll call me kid and leave me with my friends” you tried convincing yourself more than her for some reason.

“Pressure maybe?” You questioned.

“I wasn’t pressured to do anything” you jumped at the sound of his voice. You looked to him, raised eyebrow and a white plastic bag in his hand. He sat by you taking out a takeaway meal and sliding it to you. You looked at it confused as he got his own out and handed you a fork also. You thanked him softly and opened the lid and began eating.

“I’ll leave you two to enjoy your meal” Jean said and walked off. Logan huffed beside you and you tensed slightly.

“Thanks for bringing me food” you whispered and he nodded not speaking. Did he hear the whole conversation? It was he just not in a talking mood.

You were getting fidgety under the silence, you had finished your meal and sat up to put it in the bin.

“Im gonna-“ you gestured out the door and nodded as you left quickly.

You rubbed your arms looking to the ground before you ran into someone.

You apologised before seeing the guy from the other day, the one you stabbed, lightly, with your claws.

“Cat girl” he said a grin on his face. You took a step back slightly.

“You’ve got sharp claws I’ll give you that” he was taunting you, stepping forward when you stepped back. You felt your claws come out and kept your hands hidden if he tried anything.

“At least you smell good too” his grin went almost evil and you striked. Something in your mind clicked, you snarled at him his stomach slashed open. You kicked him to the ground before someone grabbed you.

“Easy” you froze at the sound of Logan. Your mind coming back, you frowned seeing the kid on the floor holding his stomach.

“Jesus! You need to lock her! Crazy cat!” The boy yelled as you began to shake.

“What-“ you muttered as Jean and the Professor came.

“I didn’t mean too” you said as others came to help.

You bolted out the back door ignoring calls. You changed into your cat self and ran outside the house borders and into the woodland area.

You ran quickly, jumping over logs and rocks before finding a suitable cave to collapse in. You panted paws aching, muscles spasming as you caught your breath. You don’t know how long you ran, you couldn’t see or hear any form of school from here. You curled up in the corner knowing you’d be warmer with fur. You let your tail rest over your eyes as you tried to cry somehow.

Morning came, sun shining brightly into your eyes, you must’ve changed in the night, shivering and naked in a cold cave.

You sighed sitting up as you rubbed your arms and hugged your knees. You had a layer of cold sweat covering your body, your heat peeking up again. You cursed at the cramps and aches in your body and leant against the cold rock.

The sun had warmed you up eventually, you had sore eyes from crying and sticky face. Sighing you didn’t bother moving, didn’t want to move, you wondered how long it would take for you to die out here.

You frowned though hearing footsteps, you listened in, it was only one person, familiar rhythm and heaviness.

Looking around you saw his figure, should’ve figured he’d follow, but you thought he wouldn’t. As he came closer he spotted you, in the corner of the cave shivering. He came closer, you saw clothes and blankets in his hand. He handed you the clothes without any words and you shuffled awkwardly to put them on. Leaning back against the rock you sighed as he laid a blanket over you and sat by you.

You stared outside, wondering what snapped inside you.

“I didn’t mean to hurt him” you mumbled.

“I know” he sighed running a hand down his face.

“I wasn’t in control” you added.

“I know” he huffed and you frowned.

“What do you mean you know?” You questioned.

“I mean-“ he sighed.

“The Professor said there’s something still inside you and your friends, some sort of injection that controls your mutant side when your emotions are high” you froze at his words and wondered why the Professor never told you this.

“The Professor thought it would go away, seems it didn’t, somewhere they’re finding a way to control your mind and we can’t find out why” you stared at the ground processing his words.

“With your current state and that dick head pushing, they took over from you” you didn’t know what to think, how the hell could they do that?

“Charles thinks it’s another mutant doing it, but we don’t know” you only nodded turning your head away from him as you tried to process it again. Someone was in your head, controlling you? Is that why you lashed out the very first time? Was the overdose so you didn’t know someone was in your head. You shuddered a bit holding the blanket closer.

“Is there like, a cage or something you can put me in?” You mumbled and he raised an eyebrow.

“Why do you need a cage?” He questioned.

“So I don’t lash out again and loose control” you said biting your cheek.

“You don’t need a cage” he sighed.

“Well something then? A secret room? something I can’t get out of” you felt your heart quicken and tried to calm down invade ‘they’ took over.

“You stay with me” he said finally.

“With you? What if I scratch you to shreds?!” You snapped glaring at him.

“You can’t” he scoffed a little smiling.

“It’s not funny Logan, this is serious, there’s someone in my head controlling me!” You looked away and stared at the ground again.

“I wasn’t laughing at the situation” he said firmly.

“Calm down” you frowned looking to him at the change of his voice, an alpha tone. You took deep breaths and looked away again sighing.

“Fuck!” You yelled hands fisted. Logan was giving you a firm look as he pulled you into his lap.

“I said clam down” he whispered and you felt shivers again. You leant against his chest listening to his heartbeat and sighed. Your heat must be ending thankfully, having him hold you was enough to dull the aches. You stayed like that for a while, you tucked under his chin with the blanket around your body, his hand gently rubbing up and down your back.

“Logan” you called softly and he hummed.

“What is this?” His hand stopped at your question and sighed quietly. You sat up, resting against his thighs as you looked to him.

“Everyone I’ve loved ends up hurt or dead” he sighed and you frowned.

“I’m a soldier born and made to kill and protect, not love” he mumbled and you felt your heart break. Your shoulders sagged a little.

“Just protective” you whispered getting off his lap.

“We should go back” you said standing up as you began to walk away.

“Y/n” he sighed following you silently.

Next Chapter ->

[wizkiddx]

hiiiii !!! if you are accepting requests at the moment, can i ask something about reader and tom expecting a baby, one day while he’s drunk she sees him flirting with another women and when she confronts him he snaps at her and tells her he’s not ready for this “shit”. So they broke up and broke contact for months, until he shows in her apartment regretting his words and they talk but she suddenly at that moment gets into labor?!? I remember seeing a concept similar in a movie but I would love if you couldn’t bring it to life! Thank you so much in advance, appreciate your work a lot 🧸🤎

right so I loved this so much it has become a multiple parter and im not even going to apologise. so thanku so so much anon for getting me out a little rut!!!

summary: when toms caught out all hope looks lost - probs part 1 of 3 but it could get a bit longer too lol

warnings: serious angst, reference to abortion, cheating, a whole lot of swearing (im British sorry not sorry)

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“Hi babe, just to let you know Yamna’s invited me out for dinner this evening so don’t worry if you get home early and im not back! I love you x”

It was a spur of the moment plan, which was a rarity recently. The past 5 months since you’d found out, you could name barely 5 occasions you’d been out past 8 oclock- trading your heels for fuzzy slippers and dresses for massively oversized tops and joggers. It wasn’t how you had expected to be spending the summer before your 25th birthday but it was now your life. The rooftop bars, the wild nights, the get aways had all sort of been cancelled for… for the rest of your life.

Because an 8 month pregnant belly isn’t something you can ignore.

Sure…. it wasn’t the plan. Not the plan to be pregnant with your boyfriend of only 6 months, who at the time you didn’t even live with. But you were making it work. And now, you were just excited. It was the start of a new story with Tom, and you’d got past the phase of being sad and mourning your youth. Because the little bubba inside of you, she was pretty awesome and you really couldn’t wait to meet her.

So yes, you had been home alone eating ice cream from a tub when Yamna knocked on the door. She’d been one of your best mates for as long as you could remember so when she’d turned up unannounced with mascara smeared under her eyes you’d cancelled your plans of a pathetic alone evening. Her boss had just given her the sack - which was no surprise. He was a backwards tory old git who couldn’t handle the fact Yamna was a woman doing the job better than he could ever dream of.

So yes, you’d suggested going out to the fancy new bar down the road - to celebrate the fact she no longer had to put up with the arsehole. Obviously you couldn’t drink and neither did Yamna, but you go to a bar for the atmosphere - and the selection of mocktails they had was insane.

Your boyfriend Tom was already out, he said he had a meeting and then dinner with some execs he needed to shmoosh. Of course you didn’t mind, but he had been working a lot recently, in order to be able to have the time off when your baby girl arrives.

So after sending a little text and giving Yamna another hug to try and turn the evening from disappointment to celebration you walked out the door with a smile on your face. Maybe you could pretend, just for an evening to not be pregnant and whale-like?

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The bar was just a 10 minute walk so it wasn’t long before the two of you were soaking up the atmosphere. It was all decorated in a rustic fashion, with old exposed wood and dangling lightbulbs from the ceiling and the drinks were incredible. The type that have dry ice or flames or some other sort of fantastical display of edible decorations. Even Yamna had perked up, especially when a guy from the table across had bought you both a round of drinks.

“I’m just gonna pop to the loo.”

“Do you really need the toilet or do you just want to parade infornt of the fit rich man who keeps looking at you?”

“ Is both an option?” You laughed as Yamna slipped off her stool, winking rather dramatically as she did so. She was unbelievable - but at least this way she wasn’t thinking about her work, or lack thereof, anymore.

Happily you sat scrolling though your phone, seeing that tom had messaged you with an okay, before flicking through instagram.

And that was where the happiness ended.

For in a hurried manner, with a face looking a lot more ghosted than when she left, Yamna took her seat again.

“Are you okay?” Immediately your worry took over, the way she was biting her lip and not meeting your eyes not helping.

“I um yeh-yeh. Just I think I saw Tom.”

“Tom as in my Tom?” Her almost guilty looking nod had your scrunching your eyebrows, why was it such a big deal Tom was inside?

“He didn’t see me I don’t think but er… he just looked pretty close to a girl and I-“

To be honest you stopped listening at that point, heart dropping out the bottom of your chest. Because it made sense, he had been so distant recently and even if you’d been lying to yourself that it were work - this seemed much more likely. Whilst nodding along, pretending to listen to Yamna, instead your attention was solely focused on fiddling with the promise ring he’d got you after the two of you decided to keep the baby. He’d been so committed, so ready for this unexpected news. He’d said he was in for the long haul.

“Y/n?”

“sorry I um… it’s probably just a work colleague he needs to sweet talk. I’ll um-I’ll just go say hello.”

“I’m coming with you.” She spoke astutely, very much forcing herself into the situation.

“No no I’ll… I’ll come back if I need you, just wait here.”

Her face was so grim and destitute, as much as you were pretending it was okay - you knew it wasn’t. Before Yamna could protest further, you slipped off your seat ( clumsily thanks to the elephant belly) and walked with fake confidence back inside.

It took you barely 3 seconds to hone in on Tom, call it mothers intuition. He was on a booth in the corner with 5 others on his table but none of whom you recognised. It was 2 other guys and 3 girls - the six all paired off in mathcingly initimate conversations. Apart from that you payed almost zero attention to the others, attention solely focused on your boyfriend and the girl he had his arm round.

She was everything you weren’t. She was skinny - you, as previously mentioned, looked like you had a beachball stuffed under your top. She was blonde with sleek and perfectly styled waves at the tips of her long her - yours was thrown into a messy bun due to the last minute plans.

Most importantly - right now she was wrapped in Toms arms, whilst you stood alone watching.

God knows what came over you, but with confidence you never normally had you marched up to the table, just waiting at the end. One of the men you didn’t recognised, arrogantly asked you ‘can I help you’ - but you completely disregarded it, eyes solely fixed on Tom. He took a moment more to look away from the leggy girl, but as soon as he did his eyes grew massively wide.

“Y/n I-I-“

“Fancy bumping into you, I thought you were out with work executives?” Frantically casting his gaze across the table, you could see the cogs whirring to try and come up with an explanation.

“No I-I was but then Charlie here came over, we used to be mates at school and-“

“Oh fuck off Tom., I cant deal with this right now.”

You didn’t even have the energy to listen to his clearly fake excuses as to why he’d landed himself in that situation. You also certainly did not have it in you to maintain the strong face, you could feel everything shattering inside of you.

Because it was so blindingly obvious by how he had acted. You’d caught him out and you both knew it.

And it fucking hurt like hell.

So you exited the bar as fast as physically possible, hearing the shouts of both Yamna and Tom behind you. You didn’t know what you needed in that moment - except that neither of them were the answer. Tom though, presumably the faster of the two, managed to catch up - grabbing your arm to make you halt in the road.

There was this moment between the two of you that time almost seemed to freeze. The two of you, in an otherwise pretty empty residential street, at 9:30 at night, in a moment that you would never have again. From your point of view, you saw the slightly bloodshot and bleary eyes, widened with panic and fear. For Tom he saw the floods of tears down your cheeks, which you hadn’t even noticed were freely streaming.

But in that moment there was, at least, the slightest bit of peace. The slightest bit of hope - that he could explain, that he had some ludicrous but valid reason for the situation you had walked in on. Just a smidgen of hope that this were recoverable.

But then he had to open his bloody mouth.

“Y/n I swear nothing-“

“That didn’t look like fucking nothing!”

“It was I swear! We just-“

“Tom this is your one and only chance. I don’t care if your off your face, if you don’t give my a miracle of a reason as to what the fuck THAT was - then I’m gone.”

“Don’t say that Y/n, you don’t mean th-“ He tried to grab your hand which you snatched away, like you had just scalded it on a hot plate. Like he had hurt you.

“I swear to god I’ve never meant anything more. So cut the shit.”

“FIne-fine! Um so we were at the meeting and then on the way out I bumped into George and hes been a good mate of mine for years.” All you did was hum, arms crossed and making sure you had a metre of distance between the two of you.

“So he said god you look like you need a drink and I agreed because its been stressful as hell recently.”

“Oh its been stressful; for YOU has it? I’m so sorry Thomas, has it been hard for you while i’ve been throwing my lungs up with morning sickness? Has it been stressful that I’ve been running on zero hours sleep because she kicks me all bloody night? ” Your words were laced in a posioned sarcasm, to which Tom just stammered to.

“Please just let me.” Given he was supposed to be fighting for you, he sounded pretty darn defeated already.

“I said yes to the drink.” He skipped out the bit that had angered you, to which you rolled your eyes at. “And one turned into two and more and then I don’t know-“

“Your going to have to try a lot harder than that.” You deadpanned, taking a small step further back still.

“I mean it! The girls were all his friends and we were just talking.”

“Just talking? All pressed up and arms round her?”

“Yes!” As indignant as he retorted, it didn’t not make up for what you had seen with your own eyes.

“Your such a bullshitter Tom!”

“God why wont you just listen to me?” He cried, wobbly doing a little 360 on the spot, in what appeared to be exasperation.

“Because your just spouting fucking lies! And you try and blame it all on poor little tommo being stressed which is-“

“I HAVE BEEN! Running round after you! I’m just tired of this shit!!! So kill me, for having one night of freedom!”

Tom was too deep in his angry lecture to take any notice of you. Which is why, once finished, he waitied, breath heavy and nose flaring. He was waiting for you to scream back at him. To give it back. He was too drunk to notice the change in your demeanor.

“I’m tired of this shit.”

It was just reverberating round your head. Again and again and again. He was tired of your relationship and you hadn’t even become parents yet. He was at his wits-end and the baby was still unborn. What the fuck was going to happen when baby arrived? Clearly there was no hope. It was dead. Your relationship was dead with no chance of revival.

Because he’d said it. Your relationship was shit, and nobody can put up with something they hate for that long. Not 18 years. Not while bringing up a child.

So with a new sense of dread and fear and complete and total isolation you uttered three single words before hysterically running away.

“Don’t follow me.”

Not now, not ever.

?to be continued?

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Okay, what Im requesting really angst so I get if you don’t want write,

boyfriend!Tom starting to feel things to his co-star while y/n is waiting for him to come back to her and when he coms back he tells her the turth. She runs pf with tears and have a serious car crash and Tom regrets what he did and blames himself for her injures.

(Oh god I love jerk Tom so much)

(love your writings <3)

a/n: took a little while to write this, but it's done, finally! Hahah. Feels like ive been writing a lot of angst lately lol, what you guys think? Thanks anon for requesting, hope you like it!

Warnings: angst, mentions of cheating, heartbreak, mentions of blood, car accident, language.

Broken. That’s how you felt, staring into those brown chocolate eyes, full of regret, guilt and fear. Your heart clenches inside of your chest, desperately trying to find some sort of comfort while your heartbeat only seems to increase each second you pass looking at him.

“What?”, your voice is cracked. Your eyes are glistening with the threatening tears.

You still can hear the reverberation of his words inside of your head: I think I’m having feelings for someone else. Someone else. His co-star. Tom had just admitted to you he was having feelings for his co-star.

You and Tom have been in a relationship long enough to know this would inevitably break your heart into pieces. Those words didn’t even make sense to you. Though both of you were feeling a little off lately, like your relationship wasn’t the same anymore, you were sure this was just a phase, you were willing to bring you two back on track. But right now you could see you were the only one with hope and this made you feel ashamed of just standing in front of Tom, feeling extremely exposed and weak.

He sniffles, averting his gaze to the ground. “I- I’m so sorry, y/n. I didn’t mean to blurt it like that, it’s just-“

You blink your tears away, your whole body shaking slightly, not under your control anymore. Your hands close into fists as you try to control your emotions and the unbearable pressure on your chest. “What is it, Tom? What is happening? I- I can’t understand, I thought-“, you didn’t even know what to say. You bite your lips to prevent you from crying. “Since... since when, Tom?”

He breathed out, cheeks buffing as he runs his hands through his curls. “I don’t know. Honestly”, his voice was full of sadness, “I just- I realized it today”.

You feel your knees getting weaker. “Did you-“, you gulp, too afraid to ask, “Did you cheat on me, Tom? Did you do something with her? Did she touch you? Did you touch her?”

Though you knew pretty well none of that was important anymore, that betraying your feeling while still together was equally as bad as kissing or sleeping with someone else, you couldn’t ignore the feeling that physical contact would make the whole thing worse. You couldn’t stand the thought of being there, waiting for Tom to come home and maybe have a nice dinner so you could enjoy time together and make things work out again, while he was out there fucking another girl.

But he shook his head no, and you released a sigh in relief. He had a frown between his brows, genuinely hurt by the path of that conversation. “I’d never, y/n”, he rubbed his eyes. “I know this doesn’t make me a better of a man, but I- I swear to God I just realized it now. It was today, when we were filming and... and I couldn’t go another minute without telling you this. This is so fucked up and I am so fucking sorry, but I thought that it would be better for both of us if I just told you this and-“

A sob coming from your parted lips breaks his attempt to explain, watching you fall apart for something he has done. Tom didn't stop loving you. It felt different, but he still cared about your feelings and how you'd deal with the fact that your relationship wasn't working anymore. He felt guilty and even disgusted at himself for breaking your heart. But that didn't stop him neither.

"Can we talk about this, darling?", he mumbles, trying to reach your hand, but you step back, body trembling as you fight back the need of giving in to his embrace.

"Don't. Don't call that", you cry out, letting the tears fall freely on your cheeks now. "Fuck, Tom, what did I do? I didn't deserve this. I- I was by your side, I never left. I knew this day would come, but I was trying my best..."

"It's not like that, y/n", he mutters, feeling defeated. He didn't intend to take it this way. He never wanted to make you cry. He promised he would never make you cry. "I've tried. And I love you, I love you so fucking much, but I... I don't know what happened".

You wipes the tears away furiously, too frustrated to care about the look on your face right now. You just didn't want to look fragile, or broken, or weak - all of the things you actually were feeling like.

You look at him clearer, the man you so desperately love, the man you most felt affection to. Tom was everything you always dreamt of. If there was a man you could say you trusted in, it was Tom. And he betrayed your feelings.

It wasn't his fault and you had to admit that. He fell for another woman. He just didn't feel the same about you anymore, and though you were suffering, you couldn't blame it on him. It was just human nature. Life itself, playing tricks on you, when you so certainly believed to have found the love of your life.

"I know", you say through hoarse voice. "I can't blame it on you. It's not your fault. I just- I thought we could work this out, y'know? Thought you wanted this with me". You give him a sad smile and couldn't help but let more tears roll down your face. You felt pathetic and you were sure you looked just like that.

Tom swallows the thick knot on his throat, chest aching at the sign of you. He wanted to say something, but couldn't think about anything good enough.

Ashamed of your position, you nod a couple of times for nothing in special and make your way to the front door.

"Wait! Y/n, what are you- where are you going?", Tom shouted, eyes wide as he tried to take your arm. You pulled it from his reach and raised your hand to prevent him from coming any closer.

"I'm leaving. What else do you expect me to do, Tom?" With bloodshot eyes, you stare at him, lips pressed tightly in a thin line, holding everything in you to not make even more a fool of yourself.

"I don't know", he almost whispers.

You can't seem to contain the growing anger inside of you for his words, sobbing a little more as you try to come up with the right thing to say. Why does he have to do this to you?

"Guess what? I don't know neither. All of a sudden, my long-term boyfriend told me he is falling for another girl. Do you know how much it costs me to look at you right now, Tom? I can't even- I fucking hate you right now and I know it's not even your fucking fault, but I can't help it!" You scream, hand covering your mouth as you try to regain some composure. "Just leave me fucking alone, Tom!"

Without another word, you run to the front door, yanking it open and slamming it shut, letting your whines finally scape through your gritted teeth.

---

Tom checked his phone one more time before slipping into the covers and lay down on his empty bed, facing the ceiling for a long enough time to get sick of it.

His mind was running wild, thinking about the things he said to you, and the thing you said to him. It was hard to face the fact that he made you cry and feel miserable. Tom never intended that. He knew both of you were slipping apart, gradually giving your relationship an end, but that was a whole different level.

He closed his eyes, thinking about the moment you stormed out the door, thinking about the feeling he had previously in the morning, while working with his co-star. It wasn't the strongest thing he felt in his life, it wasn't even near to the things he felt when meeting you, but he knew he should be honest with you from the moment he realized there was something going on.

But even know, he felt like he messed it up real bad.

Tom has been calling you since you stepped out of the house, but you never answered, or called back. He left a message in your voicemail, asking you to come back home so you could talk. Aware of the fact that this had no coming back, Tom just needed to look at you one more time and apologise for being a dick. He couldn't afford to have you out of his life.

And then his phone rang.

He was quick to pick it up and press to his ear, waiting to hear your voice, but what he heard was something much more unexpected.

"Hello, can I please speak with Thomas Stanley?", an unrecognizable voice came to the phone and Tom sat on his bed.

"Uh, yes, it's me. What's the matter?"

"I'm calling because you're at Miss y/n y/l/n's emergency contact. She was brought to the hospital after an accident, a car crash. Miss y/n is passing through an emergency surgery right now and I need to inform someone in the family..."

The woman kept talking, voice too steady for something so breath-taking. Tom was surely out of breath. For a few seconds, he felt like he had gone blind, not able to see anything besides a black spot in the darkness of his room.

He couldn't believe he was hearing that. It couldn't be real. He tried to come up with any excuse, with some explanation, but everything that ever crossed his mind at the moment was the sign of you laying flat on some ciment busy street, blood coming out of the corner of your mouth and eyes wide open with no brightness on them.

"Sir?", the woman spook again and Tom was snapped out of his thoughts.

"Can you give me the address?", he jumped out of bed and started to look for his keys frantically. The woman gave him instructions and he quickly made his way to the living room.

"Fuck... where 'my fucking keys!" He yelled desperately, throwing the pillows on the sofa go the ground to look better. "Fuck!"

Tom sat on the couch, heavy breathing making his whole body shake. His hands holds his head and his eyes go wide. He felt a heat rise in every part of his body, but mainly on his chest.

It was his fault, he knew it. You were supposed to be at home, you were supposed to stay with him. You were going to have dinner together, and you wouldn't be driving before having a car crash.

Why did he mess up? Why did he say those things to you? He shouldn't have let you go outside in that state. He shouldn't

Tom heard the front door crack open, and he raised his head with silly hopes of you stepping inside and all of this being a fucking cruel joke, but instead, it was Harrison passing by.

"Tom, I was just going to- Dude, what happened?" Harrison puts a worried face when he saw the bloodshot eyes, trembling lips and shaking hands, all parts of Tom's nervousness.

He almost couldn't put his voice to work, and if it wasn't for the fact that he needed to reach out the hospital in no time, to make sure you were fine, maybe he wouldn't be able to say a single word.

"You gotta drive me. I can't- I can't find my keys. And she needs me. I need her. I need to find her, Haz. She- fuck, she needs me and I can't find my fucking keys", he said in desperation, letting himself become a sobbing mess in front of his friend.

---

There was no small talk between the two of them whilst the drive to the hospital. It seemed like you have done a long way from home; the distance was killing the eye browned boy.

All that was on his mind now was the thought of you - moments you've spent together, days of happiness and things that he loved about you. He remembered the first time you met, the day he asked you out and the first time he heard you say you loved him. He questioned himself when was the last time you said that, when he heard his name coming out of your lips with an "I love you" next. He couldn't remember and he felt disgusting for that too.

Because Tom realized in the way to the hospital that he couldn't live without you. If you were gone, there would be nothing. He never thought about this day, never thought that one day he'd be losing you, but the bare possibility of this happening made him realize he wouldn't stand it. He needed you, in more ways than just one.

"She'll be fine, Tom", Harrison told him for the third time, when they were sitting in a corridor, waiting for a doctor to call for Tom when you were brought to the room.

"'S all my fault. Shouldn't have fought her. Shouldn't have let her think I didn't love her", Tom muttered more to himself, voice hoarse.

Tom was bouncing his leg rapidly, eyes closed tightly an heart aching for every second he spent without any medic information.

"Mr. Holland?" A voice came next to him, a doctor, a comphreensive smile on his face, which eased Tom a little bit. "Miss y/n is in her room now, you can check on her".

Tom got up immediately, rubbing his sweaty hands on his jeans while walking down the aisle with the doctor to your room. When he reached the place with white walls, white sheets and an audible beep from the machine that was monitoring your heartbeat.

"She's asleep right now, might wake up in about an hour or so. Then a nurse should come check on her", the doctor says, reading through some papers on his clipboard. He sighs lightly and look at Tom, whose eyes are glue on you. "I might say she was lucky, Mr. Holland. It was a serious accident, and others victims didn't have as much luck as Miss y/n", he friendly pats Tom's shoulder. "Don't know what you believe in, but I think you should be thankful. She's a strong girl, she'll be fine", he smiled and after a few seconds, left Tom and you alone in the room, closing the door behind him.

Tom was hesitant, taking small steps towards your bed as he looked cautiously every part of you body. You had some big injuries on your face. There was a bandage on your nose, which was broken when you entered the emergency. Your lips had cuts and there was a purple spot on your forehead and around one of your eyes.

Tom felt sick to his stomach thinking about how much pain you had gone through the last hours. He stood beside your bed, taking your fragile looking hands on his. It was bruised too, and Tom pressed a very light kiss to your palm, letting a silent tear roll down his face till reach his chin.

"I'm so sorry, my love", he whispered with a croaky voice. "You'll be fine, it's gonna be alright", he reassured, more to himself than to you, who was drifted on sleep now, too far from the chaos that was going on outside.

Tom sniffles, rubbing a hand on his wet nose, and blinks a couple of times to get rid of his tears. "I didn't mean for this to happen. I know it's my fault. And I was wrong".

He breathed out, looking at the ceiling as he remembered your conversation that evening. "There's no one I love more than you, y/n. It was dumb of me thinking that there's anyone I might be in love with besides you. It's only you, love, you're the person I can't live without".

Tom felt like a kid, crying over your hand, squeezing it ever so lightly and praying that you might hear his apologies and his pleas.

"And it was unfair of me not putting as much effort as you in this relationship. This is my fault too. But I love you, and I don't care about anything else, your love is the only thing I'm going to focus on when you wake up".

Tom realized that nothing was more important than your relationship to him now. Not even work, which has taken so much of his time that he was slowly slipping apart from you. Not even whatever feeling he fooled himself to believe in. It wasn't true. It was his fear of not being in love with you anymore, of being too far to bring you two together again. But by that moment, Tom knew he couldn't be afraid of nothing else than losing you. And now he just prayed that you could forgive him and the things he said, while he left himself fall in tears and regret.

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