#but i woke up at 2 am last night and decided what the fuck ill watch them both

[theskullkid]

me when gangle episodes 1-3: chat she is so me

me when gangle episode 4: FUCK CHAT SHE’S MORE ME THAN I INITIALLY CALCULATED ABORT ABORT ABORT

[lillaydee]

One Heart Part 3

Sheriff Joel Miller / Reader

Trying and failing miserably to recover from an inconceivable loss, you accepted your best friend's invite to spend time with her and her family for a summer, hoping for a chance at a new beginning. Little did you know that the new beginning you were stepping into was a little too close to home.

WARNING:

Protective Joel (The Last of Us), Good Parent Joel (The Last of Us), Grief/Mourning, Joel is Bad at Feelings (The Last of Us), Joel Needs a Hug (The Last of Us), Ellie is mentioned, Sheriff Joel, Sarah plays matchmaker, No age gap, Joel is in his 30s, Joel is Trying His Best (The Last of Us), Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - No Cordyceps Outbreak (The Last of Us), Fluff and Angst.

SERIES MASTER LIST

PART 2

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“She doesn’t speak?”

“Nope. She understands you, responds, nods, shakes her head, does things when asked, but she doesn’t speak. And if what you’re telling me is real, I mean… wow!”

“But… did she get checked out?”

“That little girl had been in and out of the hospital since she was born, of course she got checked out. For a while, people just thought she developed slower, you know, because of her… condition, but then she got better, and she still didn’t speak. And you are telling me she was speaking in almost complete sentences, so… yeah… shocking. I’m surprised Jenny didn’t hire a blimp telling the whole town!”

“What condition?”

She contemplated telling you, taking a deep breath, but decided against it. “Maybe you ask Joel about that, okay? Not my place. Not a fond memory to think of either… so…”

You wanted to ask more. You needed to know more. But the idea of asking Grumpy Ol’ Purdy Sheriff Miller (whom, incidentally, you totally flashed yesterday, not that it factored in your decision-making process when it came to him AT ALL) about anything, much less something as private as his daughter’s illness just turned your insides into icicles. You really wanted to know, though. You connected with this little girl, and before you had Ellie, you were one of those women whose idea to calm a crying baby was to pat their head with one finger and say ‘there, there’. You thought having Ellie would have changed that, but even when she was around, you had never warmed up to other people’s children.

So, why Sarah? Was it because she was Ellie’s age? That some of her demeanours reminded you of Ellie? Why though? Because she stepped on your foot and hugged your leg? Because she played with your hair?  Many children do that, you’re sure of it.

You really didn’t know.

‘You sure about that? Nothing to do with the fact that her Sherrif father is the hottest man you had ever seen in your life?’

What? No! Of course not. Shut up!

Yeah… definitely had nothing to do with it.

‘You did flash him, though. And even though he was the perfect gentleman about it, you were sure he fidgeted a bit too much after.’

Oh, shut up, you noisy, nosy, overthinking, sex starved brain.

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You woke up early on Tuesday. 2 am early. Three days here and with the exception of that first night, you had slept well, despite the unease you had going on. You got dressed, got your bike out, ready to head to the market at the edge of town, the moon shining brightly, enough for you to see the area. You liked this. You had been cycling everywhere since you got here. Your body hurt like crazy, but you felt… limber, despite the stiffness in your muscles. Free. The air felt clean, the town felt safe, even with the obviously problematic kitchen window that Sarah had climbed into, you just felt as if nothing bad could happen to you.

“Where you off to, Lady?”

FUCKING HELL!!!

You jumped off your bike, convinced your skin remained on it, ready to kung fu your way out of whoever the fuck it was that just interrupted your blissful, romantic early morning fantasies about this town, scaring the living shit out of you.

Joel was sitting on Jenny’s kitchen steps, still in his uniform, a lit cigarette in his hand.

Shit.

“Your pass down your ability to sneak up on people to Sarah, or something? I swear one of these days I’m gonna have a heart attack and one of you will be responsible for it. Mark my words.”

He chuckled, standing up, walking the few steps it took to get to you.

“What are you doing out here? It’s 2.15 in the morning.”

“I just got home, needed a smoke, didn’t want to smoke where Sarah might see.”

“Didn’t know you smoked.”

“I don’t, usually, a bad vice from my younger days. I just… needed one today.”

“You just got home? You were out in town earlier than I was.”

“Had to help out on a case from out of town. Usual business. So, where are you off to? Bit too early for a bike ride, isn’t it?”

“The market. Had to help Maria with the shopping. I start in her kitchen today.”

He looked at your bike, now flat on its side on the ground, before stubbing his cigarette out, fishing his keys out of his pocket.

“Let me drive you.”

“No, no… it’s okay. I need the exercise. I like it. Helps me think. It’s not exactly far. Plus, you just got in, you should go get some sleep.” You picked up your bike and began wheeling it off.

He didn’t move, hesitantly fiddling with his keys.

“Go get some sleep, Joel. You look like shit.” Yeah, right, as if that’s possible. “I’ll be fine. You know its safe. Didn’t you work all day to keep it safe here? Good night, Joel.”

And you pedalled out of there, the light from your handlebar lighting the way. When you looked back as you were leaving the gate, he was still standing there.

Holy Shit.

You just had a full conversation with Joel, and neither of you yelled. Well, you did, when you thought he was a ghost, but that’s not the point. But the two of you were civil to one another. That’s great, right? Good job. Good job. See? You’re doing better. You’ll be fine. One day at a time.

When you arrived home two hours later, you thought you saw the curtain from one of the upstairs windows of Jenny’s house moved as you shut your front door. You needed to get some sleep before lunch prep.

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There was a loud banging coming from your front door. Someone was aggressively knocking over and over and over. You glanced at the clock, it’s 730am.

God, no. Not again.

“Lynn!!! It’s Jenny. Are you home?”

You jumped up and immediately opened the door. A harassed looking Jenny standing there, Sarah and Jello in her arm.

“So sorry to do this, Lynn, but Omera is out sending Winta to school. Can you watch her for a bit? The horses got out. Joel is there helping. I have to go help them. Please?”

“Yeah, of course,” you said, taking the little girl into your arms. “Be careful!” you shouted after her, she just waved her hand in the air, sprinting towards the farm, far too agile for someone her age. You looked at Sarah, the little girl looking way too excited to be in your care. “You hungry?” She nodded. You set her down and opened your fridge.

“What would you like for breakfast?” you asked, scanning the contents of your fridge, which was abysmally bare.

“Egg Furries,” she said confidently.

Excuse you? “Egg Furries?”

Excited nod.

“What is Egg Furries?”

“Egg and Furries.”

Huh. Okay. Google is your best friend, right? You got your phone and typed in “Furries”.

A bunch of people dressed in furry animal costumes appeared.

Okay. Not helping. Call Maria.

“What are Furries?”

“Huh?”

“Your niece just told me she wanted Egg Furries for breakfast. What is that?”

“Well, it’s not like she’s ever spoken to me or made requests for breakfast, Lynn. She said Egg Furries?”

“Yeah, and I googled it, and all I got was pictures of some convention where full grown adults are walking around in furry animal costumes. I doubt that’s what she had in mind.”

Maria cackled. “My best guess, it’s Egg Fried Rice, she loves them,” she said. She was quiet for a while, before a snorting sound filled your ears and she was suddenly howling with laughter. “Egg Furries, oh my God that is gold!!!” she said between laughter. You can practically hear her wipe tears off her face. You heard Tommy ask her what happened. She told him. And you stood there, patiently listening to them laugh for what felt like five whole minutes. When Maria spoke again, she sounded emotional. “Sorry,” she said, voice slightly cracked. “Never thought we’d be laughing about something Sarah said, you know? You must be one special lady. She still hadn’t said a word to Joel or Jennie, let alone anyone else.”

You looked at the little girl, who was now busy studying your purple folded bike, flicking the lights on and off, completely entranced by it, your ratty, scratched up old silver helmet wobbling on her tiny head, Jello sat on the seat. There was suddenly a warmth in your chest.

“Yeah, well, I’m on babysitting duty for a bit, and she’s hungry. Anything she’s allergic to?”

“No, but if you’re making her fried rice, go easy on the salt. She shouldn’t be having too much of it. Nothing artificial or fatty, so no bacon or pancetta. No red meat. And no artificial anything, and go easy on the sugar, unless you want Joel to shoot you dead.” You heard Tommy complain about Joel in the background, Maria shushing him. “Just give her the Furries and some fruits, you’ll be fine,” she said, before her and Tommy started laughing again. “Furries, I tell ya…” She went quiet for a bit, “Hey, you mind if I come over and hang out with you guys a bit before work? Would love to hear her talk to you if she does… I’ve… I’ve never heard her speaking voice, you know? Tommy too?”

“Sure. We’ll be having Egg Furries for breakfast.”

She told you she’ll be over in maybe half an hour and hung up, still howling with laughter.

Sarah was eating her fried rice, pretending to feed some to Jello, when Maria and Tommy arrived. She was excited to see her aunt and uncle, but too busy eating to get up. The three of you chit chatted for a bit, Tommy sitting on the window seat with his breakfast.

“Lady?”

“Yeah, sweetie?”

“Can I want one more?”

“Of course! You want some more juice with that?”

Excited nod.

You got her bowl and glass and went to refill them. As you were putting the freshly squeezed orange juice back in the fridge, you were suddenly struck by how quiet the house was.

Tommy was holding Sarah close in his arms, hugging her for dear life. Maria was speechless. She smiled a teary smile at you, mouthing ‘thank you’.

You kept forgetting that Sarah had never talked to anyone.

Tommy set her back down on her chair when you placed her refilled breakfast on the counter. He gave you a bear hug, saying thank you over and over again. You waved his thanks away, asking him if he wanted coffee. He just laughed softly, telling you he’ll get it himself.

Someone knocked on the open door. It was Joel, looking tired as hell, looking for Sarah.

“Morning brother,” Tommy said. “Coffee? Orange Juice? Egg Furries?”

Joel looked perplexed for a moment, before his eyed landed on Sarah, who was busy enjoying her second helping of Egg Fried Rice and orange juice. His perplexed look disappeared, immediately.

“Who cooked the Fried Rice?”

“I did,” you said. “Why?”

“Can I talk to you outside? Alone?”

Okkkay…

When you got outside, Joel was not facing you, his fists clenched on his sides.

“Who told you to cook for my daughter?”

“What do you mean? She was hungry, she hadn’t had breakfast.”

He turned to face you. His face the epitome of anger. “You think you know what’s best for my daughter just because she speaks to you? Hmm? How much salt did you use? Was that orange juice freshly squeezed?”

“Yes, Joel, the orange juice is freshly squeezed. I didn’t use much salt at all, the MSG already gave the fried rice…”

“You used MSG when cooking for my daughter?” he raised his voice. So loud. So, so loud. So loud, Jenny came flying out of her kitchen door. Maria came outside, asking what was going on.

“What is going on, Maria, is that your friend here, used MSG when cooking for my daughter. Are you trying to poison her?” he advanced on you, and you shrunk back. “Did you even bother to check her dietary requirements before making anything for her? I know you were some big shot chef back where you came from, but here, in my home, when you are cooking for MY daughter, I decide what she can and cannot eat, do you understand me?”

Jenny and Maria were speaking all at once, trying to calm him down, Maria trying to explain, but it seemed like he was having none of it. His face was red, his body stiff. Tommy flew outside, trying to calm him down as well, but Joel was focused on you, the lady who obviously had nothing but ill intentions towards his daughter. Gone was the Joel who apologized to you, who offered you coffee and a ride, this hostile looking, enraged man was all that was left.

“Daddy.”

The chaos shut down immediately. Sarah was on your porch, looking at Joel as if she was about to cry.

“No, Daddy. Don’t yell at Lady.”

Joel looked as if he just woke up from a bad dream. The stiffness and anger melted away from his body. He went over to Sarah, picked her up, and asked her, “What did you call me?”

“Daddy.”

Joel broke down, hugging Sarah tight, his whole body shaking from wrecked sobs. She put her tiny hand on his head.

“No Daddy, don’t cry.”

Joel lifted his face for her to see, and she pulled his lips sideways.

“Smile Daddy. Don’t cry.”

He gave a weak laugh, tears still pouring down his face. Tommy, Maria and Jenny watching, looking as if their greatest wishes had just come true.

“I’m sorry BabyGirl. Daddy was just happy to hear you speak to me.”

“It’s okay… but you say sorry to Lady okay? Don’t yell at her anymore, okay?”

Joel looked at you. Guilt filling his features.

You didn’t look at him. You went inside, shutting the door behind you.

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Maria glared daggers at Joel. She and Jenny went into the big house, waiting for Joel to come in. When he did, Jenny took Sarah from him, telling her its time for her bath.

“What the hell was that?” Maria asked, her arms crossed on her chest.

“Look, you don’t know what she put in there, okay? She’s never cooked for Sarah before, she doesn’t know her medical history.”

“And yelling at her, humiliating her, accusing her of trying to poison your child was the way to handle that?”

“She told me she put MSG in the food!!!”

“Oh my God, Joel. She’s a professional chef, she’s a mother. She makes her own MSG; she didn’t use store bought processed ones. Just because it’s MSG, doesn’t mean it’s bad for you.”

“You can do that?”

“Yeah… Joel… you can make your own MSG. She used Shitake Mushroom. Heck, even I make my own MSG. And I have been using them when I cook for all of you.” Maria was beyond exasperated. “And, for the record, she did ask me if Sarah was allergic to anything. She’s not dumb, Joel. The woman makes her living cooking for people. You think she wouldn’t have thought of that?” She was starting to calm down, seeing Joel looking sheepish and regretful.

“Look, Joel, I get you are protective of Sarah, but she’s okay now. Did you forget? She’s not sick anymore, Joel. Let her live a little. She doesn’t have to live by the old standards anymore. And please, please, for your own sake, and especially for Sarah’s, please do not go around screaming at people who were more than willing to look after your kid at a moment’s notice. Specifically, people who she likes, like Lynn, who was only making sure your daughter didn’t go hungry this morning.”

Maria got out of there, crossing over to go to yours.

Tommy leaned on to the kitchen counter, his older brother looking so ashamed of himself, he couldn’t help but pity the guy, although he was definitely glad he was not on the receiving end of Maria’s wrath. He cleared his throat, bracing himself for the outcome of what he was about to say.

“You know, that lady has been here three days, and today, I heard my sweet niece speak for the first time ever. She called you Daddy, Joel. How long have you been waiting to hear her say that word? I get you want to protect Sarah, but maybe, just maybe, Lynn being here is good for your daughter, brother. Try not to scare her away, okay?”

Joel kept quiet. He had nothing. He knew he was more than guilty.

“Talk to her, apologize, tell her the whole situation. She’ll understand. I mean, I don’t know her well, but she’s been Maria’s friend since infancy, you know. I doubt Maria would have stayed friends with her all these years if she was a bad person. And… to be frank, she has history of her own, you know. You screaming at her, accusing her of trying to poison your daughter… that’s not helping. That was mean, brother. Apologize, please. I mean it.”

He made to leave, but continued, “And… you didn’t hear this from me, but hurting little girls? That’s a massively sore spot, brother. So… again, apologize. Grovel. Soon.” He patted Joel on the shoulder and left for work.

Joel heard the door to your house open. He hid himself, peeking out from the kitchen window. You and Maria were leaving for the restaurant. He knew for a fact that it was too early for you to leave for the lunch service. Your face swollen from crying. His heart sank. He felt like the biggest douche bag that ever lived.

You left early because of what he did.

He kept hearing Sarah’s sweet voice, the one he had only heard for the first time two days ago, calling him Daddy, telling him to say sorry to Lady. Even a three-year-old knew he crossed the line. What a dickhead, Joel.

He had to talk to you. Tonight. Make it up to you. Apologize to you.

That’s what he’ll do.

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PART 4

[docholligay]

Shamash day points: Misc Nominations

Boy do I always have so much fun reading these! Thanks you to everyone who answered. It was hard picking the winners, as it often is, but here they are!

The question was: Tell me about the worst meal you had this year.

1 point to @beefsaladthethirtythird with that's herring under a fur coat! I love herring under a fur coat WHAT DID YOU DO:

For new years my partner and I made this Russian dish called "selyodka pod shuboy", dressed herring salad. It has salted herring, potatoes, carrots, beets and onions,(but we might have left them off), all held together with layers of mayonnaise. My partner put way too much mayo on the salad, and combined with the fatty herring, it was so greasy as to be borderline inedible. Like, it was give-you-GI-issues bad. My partner loves that salad recipe, but she also could not eat more than a little of it. I tried to get through it but it was making me ill after eating so i trashed the leftovers. we made other Russian New Years dishes, and they were all pretty good, but the dressed herring was a no-go.

2 points-- @seolh with the saddest bachelor meal I have ever heard

It's late. I've been at the office for over fourteen hours, but finally I am home. I am hungry but I am also so, so tired. A basic salad sounds like a nice, low-energy idea for food.

I take a chicken breast out of the freezer and put it directly in the oven. It is not seasoned.

I put some lettuce in a bowl. I decide to I am too tired to chop veggies right that moment. I sit on the couch. I sit. I sit some more. I'm so hungry.

I go get the bowl and start picking at the lettuce with my fingers, shoving it into my mouth. It is bland and almost bitter and not particularly pleasant. I continue eating it. Soon, it is gone. The chicken continues to cook.

I just want to go to bed, but I am not sated, and know I need protein. I wait for the chicken to cook. I let it rest. With no seasoning or oil, the top of the chicken breast looks rubbery and a bit shrivelled.

I slice up the chicken breast. I consider attempting to add some flavour, but that's effort. I stand at the corner eating unseasoned pieces of chicken breast. It is not unpleasant, but it is extremely boring. And finally, time for sleep.

…THE worst meal of the year, by far, and I did it to myself!

3 points, @katrani with how did you manage to fuck this up so badly what a wild ride:

….it was actually just this morning. I had bought some ciabatta rolls last weekend, for a specific thing, then because of Reasons couldn't make the thing on the planned night. We had a get-together yesterday, and someone had to spend the night because they were a little too drunk and tired to get home. Perfect, thinks me, even though it is the time of year for jinxes, I still have that bread and can do breakfast sandwiches! Well. Morning arrived, cheerful and optimistic. Even having our first real chill for the year was fine, cause it meant I had been extra cozy and woke up gradually, I felt so rested! Amazing energy levels for cooking! …..the bread had molded. I took too long, and it had been claimed by that stealthy t-rex of modern biology.

This is still okay, muses me, I can find a workaround. Except my fridge and cupboards are emptier than normal, as I'm trying to keep things low so I can scrub everything during an upcoming long weekend. However!!!!!!!!!!! A light! A shining, glorious utility food- I have instant potato flakes! I can very easily make some bullshit hashbrowns!!!! Who doesn't love even a shitty hashbrown patty! And it'll still work as a sandwich kind of thing!!

So I mix the flakes with the smallest amount of water, just enough to make them pasty/battery. I season them, I mold them together, they're sticking as patties fine enough! I heat up the oil, and… they fall apart. So badly. I forgot that the last time I used them for this I had to make them into the mashed potato format and then fry dollops of that. Doing it straight out of the box does not work. Can I blame the heteros for straight out of the box being a terrible idea? Probably not, but it would make me feel better.

Even thinking that okay, it'll be a skillet now, I'll break apart the patties and fry it as lumps of potato batter does not work. They just WILL NOT fry up, the oil soaked into the solid portion a bit too much and now it's not cooking right. Sure, the bottom is crisping, and I can scrape that up and mix it in, but most of it has become just a sludge. A slurry even. Completely unappetizing. I'll have to throw it all out, and borrow someone's rosary or something so I can make proper apologies to the spirits of my fiance's Midwest Irish family for fucking up perfectly good potato product so horrendously.

So all I have to offer my guest, 45 minutes after we've been awake, is some eggs, and they do not like eggs by themselves. My fiance and I eat what I was able to make, and they're well-seasoned, and the texture is actually the best I've gotten eggs to be in a while… but it is poisoned by the shame of not being able to care for my guest, any enjoyment I might have would be a slap in the face to their hunger, a breach of their trust in me to be a proper hostess.

As they were leaving they told me they don't really have breakfast most of the time anyways.

You definitely would have gotten points if you had elaborated at all, @iscahwynn because a 7-11 challenge sounds TERRIFYING

[jpbradley]

JP aten't ded [pancreatitis update]

So for those who don't know me; in 2022 I almost died of pancreatitis, it was a bad time. I was put in a coma and was saved by the hard work of the doctors, nurses and support staff of the NHS. I spent 4 1/2 months in hospital relearning how to walk and eat and over the past year have had a bunch of cool complications from that event.

We never really found out the cause and since then pancreatitis has continued to loom over me. Every time I eat and feel anything unexpected in my abdomen I am hypervigilant that my pancreatitis is returning and that I'll be hospitalised again.

Last week that fear became a reality. That also might end up being a good thing.

My experience of pancreatitis begins with back pain. I'm pushing 40 by this point and back pain is hardly uncommon for people my age, but this is constant, cannot be relieved by changing position and ultimately feels like a knife being driven into a tight knot in the back. This persists until it becomes impossible to sleep through the discomfort.

This is the symptom that woke me up last week. In the middle of the night I felt it combined with a stabbing pain in my abdomen, followed by vomiting; and remembered with terrible clarity the weeks of that pain I endured before my first admission. I woke my wife and, terrified, resolved to go to A&E.

At the hospital we went through the standard gamut of blood tests which confirmed that something was going on, and I sat in urgent treatment waiting for a bed to free up. The NHS is an institution under resourced by a government that seeks to destroy it and replace it with medical insurance that would force most working class people into debt so crushing they could never escape it.

As such the wait is long, and I spend a good chunk of it on the floor in a side room because every other position is worse. They don't have an answer for what I have yet (spoilers; it's pancreatitis) and so they can't prescribe pain relief. So I wait. My wife waits with me and I have to look up at her stricken face as she looks down at me powerless to do anything to help.

Being ill sucks and the toll it takes on the people who love you is terrible.

Eventually I have a CT scan (abdominal pelvis with contrast for you radiology fans out there) and a while later am moved into a cubicle where a doctor finally administers IV morphine. The feeling is fuzzy, the relief immediate. My abdomen still hurts a lot, the muscles strained from the vomiting, but the tension I had been unable to release from my body flows out of me and I fall asleep.

At one point I wake up and my wife is asleep in the chair beside me with her head laid by my side on the gurney. I feel grateful and guilty for putting her through this.

From there I eventually get moved to a surgical unit. It's here that we learn that after over a year of speculation we finally have a root cause for my pancreatitis; gall stones. Getting in early and not waiting until my condition for worse means we caught the gallbladder in the act. Motherf-

Sometimes the gallbladder produces stones and sometimes those stones interact with the pancreatic duct, causing the pancreas to decide the world is ending and move all of it's stocks into burning the gaff down. Their own gaff, where they fucking live. It is a dumb and anxious organ. I can relate.

The result was that a few days ago I had a very sexy cholecystectomy. As you can guess that's them taking the gallbladder out, in this case via keyhole surgery which has left me very tender but massively reduced my time to discharge from hospital. The doctor on ward rounds gave me the option of discharge the following day before he went away and spoke with his consultant who said; "Have you seen his history? Not a fucking chance, tell him he's staying" (I assume).

So is that it? Gallbladder gone and pancreatitis no more? Well- Maybe.

Pancreatitis isn't well understood. Gallstones are indicated and the most likely cause of pancreatitis in me. Other causes could be alcohol; which some doctors love to bring up as their pet theory, or cholesterol. Studies are ongoing into pancreatitis (my medical records are part of one of them) to understand the causes and also the varied survival rates among severe pancreatitis sufferers. So with that said there is a possibility it could return and despite everything I have to be constantly vigilant to make sure I am ready if it does.

Which brings us to the last thing I want to talk about, which is living with pancreatitis.

On the grand scale of things my living adjustment for pancreatitis is quite tolerable; I have to take synthetic pancreatin with every meal which allows my body to process things like fat and complex carbohydrates. I also no longer have a gall bladder, this means my body doesn't have a reserve of bile which is used to break down fat as it passes into the large intestine. As such for the next few weeks I need to be on a low fat diet and slowly introduce fats to build up a tolerance.

More difficult for me is the uncertainty around my body. I've never lived a particularly healthy life but before my illness I at least felt like I understood it. Where it hurt, what was wrong, how to know how to communicate that. These days my stomach gurgles and I find myself performing an itinerary of everything I've eaten to see if there's something in there that might cause me to suddenly collapse.

The uncertainty is draining but the vigilance I feel is worth it, and if there's one thing to take away from all of this it's; if you can please don't wait until it's unbearable to get help, please go early if you can and if it's nothing at least rule it out.

If you read all of this; thank you! I really appreciate it.

I just needed to get it out somewhere and because resources can be a little difficult to find/confusing about pancreatitis please feel free to ask if you have any questions and I will answer as best I can about my experience with the illness.

[sufferinggod]

so yeah. so far so good id say. a lot more comfortable, and a lot better then my first time around in the city.... i went to my first day of training at my new job yesterday... had to walk an hour to get there lol. woke up at 5:30, left at 6:00, got there at 7, started at 8. i mean the walk was chill but yea it is far. its in this huge building pro its actually really fucking legit lol. they got lockers, a huge cafeteria, free coffee. the people there seem chill. i met this dude right away as soon as i got to the building and i asked him for directions and turns out he was there for his first day as well with me in the same campaign so i just followed him inside lol. legit had i not made friends with him i wouldve been completely lost so im glad i asked him for directions. and yeah didnt do much on our first day besides logging in and getting all our usernames and passwords and all that....... bro, the night before i was drunk as hell, and didnt sleep until 2 AM and i got up at 5. bro i was on 3 hours of sleep, i had to walk an hour, didnt even eat anything the whole day. i was exhausted. i looked like shit on my first day too lol ugh. there are a few hot girls around the building which is nice at least lol. gotta get to know em though. i need a haircut. everyone looks great and i just look sloppy lol ugh. in time ill get more comfortable, get all my shit together. i just have to keep going. i have to keep showing up. i have to stay focused....... my brother bought weed yesterday and he was smoking with our roommate and they were gaming and they offered me to smoke some and i was about to but then my brother started talking about how sometimes they drug test where im at and after hearing that i decided not to smoke. i kinda sucked just being there the only one not high but i was smoking my vape instead. the day before i got really wasted so last night i decided to just chill and not do anything. i have to learn to control myself and have discipline. especially since i got this new job now. i dont wanna be killing what little brain cells i got............ but yeah. im a lot happier here now in this new apartment with my brother. his room mate is super chill and i got along with him real fast. so i am very comfortable. and not shy to go out unlike when i was living with my friend where i just locked myself in his room to shy to even go out. i am very comfortable here. and my brother even got me a new cell phone yesterday so i have a new phone, a new number. i am all set dude. its up to me now to succeed. its there if i want it. i have to go for it.

[hanazuma-inactive]

Hello! This is kind of a long request and well- Hopefully you’re fine with doing temporary Body Swap. :>

So basically Bakugou and his Male S/O are pro heroes and when out on a mission, they both get hit by a villain who has a swap quirk. Basically, they just swapped bodies. (Y/n is in Bakugou’s body and Bakugou is in Y/n’s body, they basically just switched minds.) They are told by the other pro heroes that the two should go home and take the day off. Unfortunately, nobody knows how long the quirk effect will stay, but they were convinced it was only temporary. So the two go back to their shared apartment and the day goes on pretty normal- besides the fact that, you know, they’ve swapped bodies. Though later Y/n gets a bit of an idea. What if he were to f*ck Bakugou in this body? The thought seemed kinda strange at first since he would literally be f*cking his own body, but he couldn’t deny that the thought was turning him on. Especially wanting to see Bakugou’s reaction. So, he basically handcuffs Bakugou to prevent him from struggling and.. while in the middle of doing it, something happens.. Shit! Why did it have to happen now?? Y/n panics in his head as he realizes they just swapped bodies again, and he is now at the mercy of Bakugou Katsuki himself..

I actually sent a request kinda similar to this to someone else but it was a while ago and they haven’t responded so they may not have liked it, or it just didn’t arrive. And sorry for choosing Bakugou again, you just may be able to figure out who my favorite character is.. Sorry for my rambling.

If you don’t wanna do it, that’s fine. Anyways, have a good day/night, man!

in his shoes (nsfw) bakugou x reader

pronouns: he/him

warnings: body swapping during sex, bottom and top reader+bakugou, selfcest (?), degrading, bratty behavior, claimming and possesive themes, bondage (handcuffs)

a/n: i really like this concept and i will write it don't worry 😎👍 i usually write all of my requests anyways. im also sorry this took literally 5 years.

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katsuki bakugou and y/n bakugou. the two of you have been married for 2 years now after you guys started working as heroes. you both went to UA and graduated at the top of the class. neither of you had time for love or romance resulting in neither of you confessing you feelings for each other. gladly, things managed to work out in the end.

"he's on it again, i need the bakugous here right now."

hearing the police force requesting your assistance, you and your husband show up on the case. it turned out to be the villain that the two of you couldn't capture the last time during patrol. 

"HEH?! look y/n, it's this motherfucker again. what's up with this loser, coming back every time it's annoying." 

"play nice now katsuki, let's just go and restrain him and let the police take care of the rest."

the two of you move quickly to match the villain's rapid movements. katsuki flew around using his quirk to attempt to catch him but failed. the villain was surprisingly agile and you guys had a tough time trying to chase him down. 

after around half an hour of chasing you finally cornered the villain on top of a tall building in the middle of the city that was still in construction. the ground was hard to walk on and somewhat unstable but you managed to find your balance. 

"alright, give it up, you've got nowhere to run now. 

"what he said, stop resisting and i won't blow your face off."

the villain's expression turned to fear as you started to close up on him. out of panic, he used his quirk. it was a small beam that didn't hurt at all. however, after a few seconds your body started to heat up, you looked over to katsuki and you could tell he was feeling the same. what was happening?

seeing the two of you struggling, the villain quickly left the scene but he had trouble moving around due to his surroundings. his movements were also somewhat impaired due to fatigue. it was most likely the aftereffect of his quirk which was why he was pretty reluctant in using it. 

the strange feeling in your chest wouldn't go away and your vision started to blur. next thing you know you woke up on top of the same building to see yourself lying next to you. was his quirk duplication? no it couldn't have been. you tried to stand up but felt the weight of some heavy armor dragging you down. you look down to see yourself wearing katsuki's hero costume and his gauntlet. still in awe, you heard a groan in your own voice next to you. 

"shit… wtf happened, y/n where are you where-" 

it didn't take long for your husband to find out what happened. 

the two of you have switched bodies.

you both tried to explain to the police who's who but it only ended in confusion. you went home with your husband after they put the two of you on break for "damaged mental" from the villain because the majority of the police thought you guys were crazy. 

there weren't any cases similar to body switching between heros before so the doctor said there's nothing that can be done other than attempting to wait off the effect. so there you were, in your husband's body, cooking dinner for the man while you saw your own body lazily sitting on the couch with your legs spread open watching the tv. 

life went as normal for the next two days, since you two were both males there weren't any problems whatsoever. however, one day a thought flew into your mind while taking a nap with katsuki. since he was the one who would usually top, now that you're in his body wouldn't it technically mean you get to top? 

physically you would be using your boyfriend's body to fuck yourself. but the thought of the all mighty bakugou katsuki taking his own dick, his bratty attitude, and lastly breaking him and making him fall apart by your touch aroused you in an indescribable way. you knew katsuki wouldn't agree to this due to his prideful personality so you had to take other measures to carry out your plan. 

you and kastuki had all sorts of toys laying around and you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine with them. while he wasn't looking you grabbed the vibrator, handcuffs, and blindfolds and put them all on the nightstand. now that everything is in place, all you have to do is wait to catch katsuki off guard tonight when he gets tired.

later tonight, after finishing dinner, katsuki was yet again sitting casually again on the couch watching tv, not giving a single care to the world. 

"heyy katsuki!"

"hm? yah?" 

"come with me for a second? i want to show you something!" you said with a sly grin on your face

katsuki didn't care enough to talk back, neither did he think this could lead to the ill intentions you had with him tonight. following you into the bedroom, you gestured katsuki to sit down on the bed. he obeyed although he began to have a suspicion of what you're about to do. using your new body, you abused katsuki's strong muscle and speed to restrain your own body with the handcuffs you prepare. there was no way for katuski to fight back in this situation because your body was simply not built enough to resist his. 

"h-huh? what are you doing dumbass…if you're joking s-stop it now, it's not funny." 

"oh i am very serious katsuki, now that i'm inside your body. i am going to fuck your brains out. i'm gonna thrust that bratty attitude of yours right out the window." 

hearing you say that, your husband looked away to avert his eyes while you heard a small gulp coming from his throat. you could tell he was nervous and that's exactly what you wanted. katsuki has never bottomed in his life before and he does plan on doing so either. 

finally having katsuki in your grasp, you decided to carry on with your plan. you put on the blindfold for him as he jolted in surprise. katsuki tried to get out of the handcuffs but later found his attempt futile. these were the toys he used for you too and he out of everyone should know it's impossible to get out of them. once your husband stopped moving you gentlt took off his pants, leaving him exposed wearing only your boxers with an erection under it.

"aww katsuki~ already hard and i haven't even done anything yet, maybe you're better off being the bottom hm?" you teased 

"s-shut up you shit head, just get on with it, whatever evil plan you have in store for tonight…"

"no need to rush katsuki" you said as you entered his asshole with 2 of your fingers, loosening him up for the vibrator. 

"we have the entire night."

you heard your own voice whimper as you explored more with your fingers. soon enough it was time to put the other toy in. your fingers left for a bit preparing the vibrator, leaving bakugou panting from the pleasure and clenching his hole around well, nothing. you turned on the vibrator and katsuki immediately noticed the familiar sound of what's in your hands. 

"o-oi y/n, don't put it in here, i-i won't be able to take it." 

"oh i'm sure you can~ you made me do it plenty of times, why can't the big and strong bakugou katsuki do it?"

without mercy, you put in the vibrator quickly and let the show play out. katsuki was moaning and groaning while you stroked your own cock enjoying the view. katuski's cock was bigger than yours and you weren't used to jacking off such a big dick but it was a nice first.

seeing a wet spot forming on katsuki's underwear, you knew he was ready to go. you took off katsuki's underwear to see the precum leaking from it, so much it looked like he was about to cum any second now. next, you took out the vibrator and started to spread some lube on your cock. you positioned yourself on top of the katsuki and teased his pink hole with your huge cock. 

"what do good boys say katsuki~?" 

"tch! i'm not saying it, y-you sadistic fuck."

you slapped katsuki's ass so loud that the neighbors probably could've heard you.

"i'm the one in control right now, you listen to what i say, understood?"

"f-fine, jesus christ! p-please y/n, put it inside me…" 

"that's a good boy…" 

after you fit ¾ of your cock in katsuki was already panting heavily trying to catch his breath. it reached his prostate you leaned down on his chest to bite on his nipples to make him feel even better. his hole clenched on your hole so tight you were barely able to move your cock around. you continued to make thrusts and sped them up each time. 

during your thrusts you suddenly felt the weird feeling when fighting the villain again. both you and bakugou's body started to burn up but it wasn't as painful as it was last time. next thing you know everything was pitch black. you felt a piece of black cloth on top of your eyes and a familiar size inside your ass. it didn't take you long to realize that you and bakugou finally switched back. 

you were glad to be back in your own body but why did it have to happen now?! out of all the times it could've happened this was no doubt the worst possible timing. you just teased the crap out of bakugou and now that he's in control again he can take his revenge right here, right now.

"oh? would you look at that…our bodies switched back…" you couldn't see katsuki say this but you could already tell the evil smile on his face. 

"k-katsuki i'm sorry, i didn't mean to tease you that hard i was just trying to have some fun y-y'know." you desperately tried to explain. 

"too late now baby boy… bad boys get punished for what they did. now… get ready, for the night of your fucking life." 

regret, nothing but regret. bakugou was already an aggressive person when it comes to sex, now that you pissed him off even more you weren't prepared for what he was about to do to you. 

without warning, katsuki pulled back his hips and thrusted into you harder than ever. you took his entire length right away and the full feeling in your ass was too overwhelming for you to handle. you started to blabber nonsense, unable to form words due to the pleasure. 

"c'mon baby… gotta speak up if you want me to understand you." bakugou said knowing damn well you can't talk back. 

incoherent moans and groans escaped from your mouth as you felt dry orgasms again and again from katsuki reaching your prostate. you were on the verge of passing out till you saw your husband's panting just as hard as you. you could tell he was very close as well. you tried your best to stay conscious and cum with your husbands. 

katsuki let out a loud moan as he cummed inside you. you reached your orgasm too cumming all over yourself. katsuki licked up the cum on your stomach as you slipped into sweet unconsciousness. he gave you a warm smile and patted your head as he took you into his arms and fell asleep with you. 

[sunarinluvr]

|| haikyuu boys finding you asleep on the couch after an argument ||

includes: kuroo tetsurou, miya osamu, & oikawa tooru

a/n- hello! sorry for posting so late, but this has been sitting in my drafts for a while and i was actually in the mood to finish it so i hope yall enjoy! oh and im not really sure about how i feel about it,,, might take it down later we shall see.

warnings: none ( lmk if there’s anything! )

KUROO -

last night you saw a post kuroo’s “work wife” had made on instagram with her kissing him on the cheek, and it didn’t make you feel the best, so you decided to bring it up to him the next morning. and you did, just as he was getting ready for work you talked to him about it.

you were standing in front of him filled with anger arguing about how it made you uncomfortable, “can you please listen?! i dont feel comfortable with your “work wife” kissing you?” you yelled. “Y/N it was on the cheek its not a big deal!” and to be honest you just wanted to cry. 

finally, he walked past you and opened the door. “i don’t have time for this y/n, stop being so insecure! at least she wouldn’t argue over something so small!” and with that, he slammed the door and you stood there stunned. kuroo knew that he shouldn’t have said that, instant regret and guilt filled his gut.

 but he already said it, he can’t do anything about it now. with a frustrated sigh, he went to work. hoping to fix everything when he gets home. you stood there speechless, as you realized you still had work so slowly you made your way to the bathroom. 

after getting ready and grabbing a quick snack you were out the door with a heavy chest. once you get home, tired and feeling worse than before. you trudged to the couch and plopped down letting out a shaky sigh remembering the argument and the words he said repeating in your head. 

you broke down crying, and before you knew it, the exhaustion from today took over and you were sound asleep on the couch. kuroo got home an hour later, he felt guilty and was already practicing how he’d apologize to you as he walked in.“y/n? kitten?” no answer. 

he called out again, and was met with silence, he made his way over to the living room where he found you sleeping on the couch. gently walking towards you he knelt down, and saw your tear-stained face which made his heart sink. “i fucked up” he said to himself.

giving you a gentle kiss on your forehead he softly apologized and carried you to the bedroom. you ended up waking up when you felt his body weight dent the bed. “tetsu?” you said softly squinting at him. relief rushes through his body at the sound of his nickname. looking at you with guilt in his eyes

“im so sorry kitten, i shouldn’t have said that. i didn’t mean to hurt you” he said gently. at that tears started flowing again and he was quick to hug you and wipe your tears with his other hand. “it’s ok, i shouldn’t have been so insecure anyways” 

he shook his head with a frown “no it’s not your fault ok? i didn’t mean anything i said. i love you so so much and i’m so lucky that you’re mine” you look up at him and gave him a small smile “okay” before cuddling closer to him. giving you a soft kiss on the lips he hugged you tighter as you both fell asleep.

OSAMU -

osamu was just having a horrible day, his head was pounding and the customers he had to deal with today were just plain rude. then he had to do most of the work since one of his employees called in sick, and for some reason, everything just annoyed him.

you on the other hand did not know about his day at all and thought it would be nice of you to make a surprise visit. walking in with a huge smile on your face stopping midway when you realize he wasn’t at the counter. “where’s samu?” you asked sweetly to the employee

“he’s in the back, i think he has a headache,” she says giving you a small smile. you can tell something was off by the way she spoke but decided to just brush it off and make your way to the back. “hi samu! surprise!” you exclaimed cheerfully as you make your way towards him

he just kind of looks at you, which you thought was weird, but you decided to hug him anyways. when he doesn’t hug you back and groan, you pull away and look at him “baby i heard you had a headache. i didn’t bring any medicine, but we could eat first and i-” 

you couldn’t even finish your sentence since osamu just stood up. he was infuriated and had no clue why, usually loved listening to you but today he was just annoyed. “look y/n a don’t mean ta be rude, but a don't have the energy for this right now. please just go home.” he said coldly staring right at you.

“excuse me? i came here to surprise you and this is what i get??” you said in shock, voice a little louder this time. rolling his eyes “Oh wow am so surprised! now will ya please go home? a don’t wanna argue right now!” he yelled. with tears forming in your eyes you quickly wiped them and left. osamu knew he shouldn’t have said all that, but he was too mad to run after you in front of all the customers. 

you rushed home and sluggishly made your way to your room to change into something comfier, making your way to the couch, curling up into a ball allowing your tears to fall, and somehow falling asleep, after getting tired of crying. he gets home a few hours later, guilt building up in his stomach as he mentally slaps himself for the things he said. 

walking into the living room he opened the lights and you were the first thing he noticed. seeing you curled up into a ball on the couch made his heart drop to his stomach. you on the other hand woke up because of the sudden change of lighting. 

gradually adjusting your sight you see him and switch your gaze onto the floor when you saw him look at you too. seeing your puffy eyes he walks towards you slowly and sits beside you giving you enough space. “am sorry, a shouldn’t have taken my frustration out on ya.”

you look at him with watery eyes and his heart sinks “yea i was just trying to be nice, sorry i didn’t warn you before coming” he opened his arms and you instinctively scooted closer to him, he sighs “no a love it when you surprise me a was jus having a bad day a love ya so much ok?” finally hugging him “okay i love you too” giving you a quick kiss he offered to make you food and of course you said yes.

OIKAWA -

you love oikawa, and you’re very supportive and understanding especially when it comes to his career. but he has an awful habit of overworking himself and as much as you love him you can't bear the fact that you couldn’t even see him anymore.

he goes home late at night -as in you’re already sound asleep late- and when you do stay up to see him, he’s too tired to even keep a conversation. then the next morning he’s gone before you could even wake up. you’ve spoken to him about this many times, but alas nothing changed.

you woke up to an empty bed as usual, but today was different though, you’ve planned a dinner for about 2 weeks now. you were very excited because it’s been so long since you both spent some quality time together and he promised to come home early. 

getting up you send him a little text reminding him of your dinner tonight, with a smile you head on over to the bathroom to get ready for work. once work was over you made a quick visit to the grocery store to buy the ingredients you’ll need to make tonight’s dinner. 

quietly humming to yourself while going through each aisle, and double-checking your list to make sure you’re not missing anything while checking your phone here and there. oikawa still hasn’t replied “he must be busy,” you say to yourself as you send him another text about the dinner just in case. after about 30 minutes you get home rushing since it was already late, and immediately getting started on dinner. 

once you're done you sat down and waited, and waited, and waited. it's been 4 hours. dinners cold and still no sign of your boyfriend. you decided to call him pissed off that he couldn’t even show up to one dinner, “hello? y/n i can't talk right now i still need to practice” 

he said as soon as he picked up. “tooru? did you get my texts? what about dinner, we’ve made plans for this 2 weeks prior! i even-” you were cut off “look just eat without me ok? we can eat again somet-” now it was your turn to cut him off. 

“oikawa tooru, you leave the house while i’m asleep and come back when i'm asleep. i just wanted to spend time with you..whatever good luck at practice,” you replied as you hang up. his heart sank when he heard the crack in your voice rushing to his car on his way home to you because he knows he fucked up. 

buying your favorite flowers for you on the way home cursing himself and the world for making it traffic at that exact moment. when he got home the first thing he saw was the food and you fast asleep on the couch. he felt a pang of guilt about being late. 

“y/n chan?” he said while gently waking you up. you stare at him with red puffy eyes and he hugged you giving you the flowers “im sorry baby, i should’ve prioritized you and our dinner. i promise ill do better” you saw how genuine he was being so you accepted the flowers and hugged him tighter as he offered to reheat the food you made.

reblogs are highly appreciated!

[livvvvvvvyyy-y]

aku angst to fluff pls like a bad fight

Akutagawa and his s/o in a bad fight

story type: angst to fluff

thank you for requesting! first time writing angst so like please don't hate it 100% 😩 (AND SORRY IF ITS SLOPPY I FINISHED THIS A 4:27am)

screaming could be heard from your shared apartment. a fight about something that shouldn't have got this bad but it did. seeing Akutagawa mad wasn't anything new to you but when you guys fought and it got this bad.. you were scared.

the fight was your fault, you didn't mean for it to get this bad.. at all. Akutagawa was busier and he missed some dates with you and you were getting worried about him his mood changed towards you he wasn't nice to you he blurted out got mad about anything you did. you knew he was stressed you didn't mean for the fight to get him more stressed.

before:

"Ryū, are you okay?" you asked slowly looking at your boyfriend from the couch.

"I'm fine," he replied looking at his phone on the couch.

his voice mellow and cold.

"Ryū, can we talk about us?" you said slowly looking at the ground and then looking at him. his eyes moved fast to you.

your hair was in a messy tied up pony tell, strands of hair fell on your face. your (e/c) eyes looked into his gray eyes.

"..." Akutagawa said nothing his eyes on you.

"Akutagawa... I feel we just haven't been super close these past weeks you don't even kiss me anymore you missed 3 of our dates! babe just tell me what's going on!" you said looking at him his eyes looked away you reached for his hand when your hand touched his he pulled his hand away from yours.

anger and sadness bubbled up inside you. you got up from the couch trying to calm yourself but when you got up you couldn't handle it anymore! you need to know what was going on. you turned around to face your boyfriend, was this the end of you and Ryūnosuke Akutagawa you thought.

"That's it! what is going on with you!" you yelled at him

"..." he said nothing he didn't even look at you.

"Ryūnosuke Akutagawa! look at me when I talk to you. I'm trying to understand you right now and it's so hard!" you said even angrier

"your voice is annoying." Akutagawa voice was cold and his eyes looked into your

frustration build up in you

"I'm so fucking done with you Akutagawa! I know you have problems but why not tell me? what is going on with you! do you even want to date anymore! are you seeing another girl? or is work been too hard on you!" you yelled at him tears forming in your eyes you slammed your hands on the table next to you.

"maybe I am seeing another girl? or maybe I just don't want to see your face? stop being so needy (y/n)" Akutagawa said standing up going to the kitchen

tears ran down your face when he said those words to you.

"you know you suck so much! who would even care for someone like you! I didn't want a fight but maybe you do Akutagawa!" you knew you were just saying things even if it didn't make sense

Akutagawa slammed his hands on the kitchen counter and walked over to you

"(y/n) maybe we need a break. I don't have to tell you every damn thing about me!" Akutagawa said

Akutagawa overpowered you by a long shot. you were sure you saw red starting to form. even if yall were fighting you both agreed Akutagawa wouldn't use his ability.

you stepped back from Akutagawa almost tripping.

"Maybe we do need a break. just... I don't know Ryu!"

"Do whatever you want! I don't care I don't wanna hear it Just leave me alone" Akutagawa said angrily

"I'm leaving" tears streaming down your face you grabbed your coat and left your apartment slamming the door leaving Akutagawa to his thoughts. you guys would still be together right..... right?

when you left you walked just anywhere you had your phone and ect. so where would you stay? you decided Higuchi would be your best bet. it was only 11:46pm so she should be awake.

you called her.

it rang and rang then she picked up.

"(y/n) what do you need" Higuchi yawned

"I'm coming over, I'm going to be spending the night sorry Higuchi," you said slowly sighing

"WHAT WHY ARE YOU OKAY DO YOU NEED ME TO PICK YOU UP?!?!" Higuchi said worrying you could hear her getting off her bed

"don't worry ill explain when I get there," you said.

(Akutagawa pov)

I hate the way I made her cry. I never wanted her to cry. i... i- I don't even know what's going on with me I just want to leave and just be forgotten. ill just sleep on it.

the next day Akutagawa woke up he never missed you this much he never knew how much you meant to him till now (plush more times ofc but yk) as 2 weeks went by Akutagawa and you missed each other badly.

Akutagawa missed having you in bed and cuddling you he just wanted to hold you. you wished to say sorry and just wanted to see him so much.

you texted Akutagawa first to meet back at the apartment, not even 5 mins after you sent that he opened the door and he saw you he ran over to you.

"Akuta-" you said

you were interrupted by Akutagawa kissing you this was the most love put into his kiss you ever receved. he pulled back finally

"Akutagawa I'm so sorry for saying those things to you! I'm so sorry!" you said eyes watering a bit.

"I'm sorry to (y/n), I love you very much I just didn't know what was happing to me," he said hugging you

"Akutagawa... I love you too."

I'm going to bed now this last bit is unedited

[saltyhyunjae]

CHAPTER THREE: YOU KNOCK ME OUT COLD AND DISAPPEAR

genre/warnings: angst, fluff, slow burn, enemies to lovers (?), kidnapping, criminal!tbz, mentions of guns & knives, small mention of suicide

word count: 2.2k

summary: It’s time for y/n to carry out her escape plan.

part two

“Here’s the diary you asked for.” Kevin gives you a small notebook with a pen. “Thank you.” Tomorrow is gonna be the day. The day you finally escape. When you enter your room, you sit on your bed and write down the info you have gathered all week.

Everyone goes to their room around 2 in the morning. Eric gets his midnight snack at 2:30, and Sunwoo goes to the toilet around 3. By the time they’re all asleep it’s 3:30. Instead of leaving at 3:30 you decide that it’s better to stay put till 4. You also checked the door last night. It doesn’t have any censors and an easy lock. This should be an easy mission.

“Knock knock.” Younghoon walks into your room. You quickly close your diary and put it on your nightstand.

“That’s not how you knock.”

He laughs and lies on your bed. “I’m so bored, what should we do?” “We?” You turn around to face him and he nods. You look outside. It’s been raining all week but the sun has been shining all morning. “Why don’t we sit in the garden?” You suggest. Ever since you came back from the grocery store you’ve only been inside. You needed some fresh air.

After a couple minutes you were outside with Younghoon, sitting on a picnic blanket, eating some fruit and enjoying the nice weather.

“Ah, the weather is great today.” Younghoon smiles, laying down on the blanket and you do the same. You smile at the warm feeling from the sun, finally relaxing.

Even though your eyes are closed, you can suddenly feel a shadow above you, blocking the sun. “What the-, move!” You hear Younghoon complain and you open your eyes to see Hyunjae, standing between you too. If you’re completely honest you’ve been avoiding him ever since what happened that one night. The more you hangout with him, the weirder you start to feel.

“What are you guys doing?” “What does it look like? We’re enjoying the sun.” Younghoon puts his sunglasses back on and lays down again. You’re about to close your eyes again but Hyunjae finds a way to lie between you two. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Younghoon groans. “I wanna enjoy the sun too.” “Go do that somewhere else.” “No.” You scootch over a bit and decide to just ignore him.

»»————-　➴　————-««

After you’re done with cleaning the living room and folding the laundry, Jacob asks you to have another guitar session, to which you excitedly agree. You loved his voice and you were hoping he could tell you a bit more about the boys.

He starts off by singing Paris In The Rain by Lauv. you absolutely love his voice and you automatically start smiling the second you hear him sing. You once again take your time to look at him. He has a soft smile as he sings, his hair falling just right above his eyes that are following the chords of the guitar and his head slowly nodding with the melodies.

When he finishes the song, you applaud him. “Wow Jacob, you’re so good at singing. Do you have some self-written songs?” He nods “I do, do you want to hear one?” You nod excitedly. “This one is called happy-” Jacob gets interrupted by Hyunjae storming into your room. Are you actually kidding me?

“Jacob, Sangyeon needs you to help him.” Jacob nods, stands up and thanks you for your time before leaving to help Sangyeon. You were hoping Hyunjae would leave with Jacob but instead he sits next to you on the bed, very close, leaving no personal space.

You're about to scootch away from him. But he places his hand on your thigh to stop you. Usually if a guy did this you would slap his hand away, but you can’t bring yourself to do that right now. “What’s with the distance? You’ve been avoiding me all week. Did you think I wouldn't notice?” He asks in a low voice. Your brain starts to fog up. “I-” You try to find words to say but nothing comes out. His face gets closer, never breaking eye contact with you.

“What? Do I make you nervous?” He smirks. You feel a bubble of annoyance come up. As you're about to reply with ‘no’, Eric storms in. “Y/n! ah Hyunjae, there you are!” “What do you want?” Hyunjae asks, clearly annoyed at Eric interrupting the two of you.

“Y/n, come play games with me. Hyunjae, you can come too if you want.” Hyunjae huffs and rolls his eyes. “Y/n, please.” Eric whines, now pulling your arm, trying to get you off the bed. “Okay okay.” You give in, scared to be alone with Hyunjae in one room. You would be lying if you say that your heart doesn't flutter every time you see him.

After an hour and a half of playing mario kart with Eric and Hyunjae, and you despite your sneaky protests, sitting in between them, and you beating both of them more than seven times, it’s finally time for dinner. And guess who you're sitting next to. Hyunjae.

“So guys, our break is ending. Our next group mission starts next week, so make sure you prepare for it well. I’ll tell you guys the details later.” Sangyeon announces and the boys cheer. “Finally I was so bored.” Changmin drops on his chair. “You're always bored, maybe you're just boring.” Eric laughs, making fun of him, but quickly stopping as Changmin points a knife at him.

After dinner Sangyeon and Chanhee offer to help clean up and Kevin helps you with the dishes. By the time you're done it’s late, so you decide to go to bed first. Since your escape is tomorrow, you need as much rest as you can.

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Today you woke up a little later than normally so you won't be tired tonight. You really need your energy to run as fast as possible. After you guys are done with eating breakfast you watch a drama with Juyeon, Haknyeon and Eric, do laundry and clean the house and by the time you're done it's time to prepare for dinner which Younghoon and Sunwoo helps you with.

After dinner you clean up with Eric and then go to your room to prepare your outfits. You grab a sweater from your closet and a pair of leggings that would be comfortable and warm, since it would be cold at night.

While you put them under your bed with your sneakers, someone knocks on your door. Finally someone who can knock, you think. “Come in.” Jacob comes in smiling at you. “Hi, am I disturbing you?” You shake your head sitting on your bed and he does the same.

“Well I just wanna tell you I'm very happy to have you here, you’ve been helping us a lot even though I know you don’t wanna be here and I really appreciate you. I would’ve given you a present, but I don't think you would appreciate stolen stuff.” He looks down at his knees, blushing a bit, cute.

You started to feel a pang of guilt in your heart, Jacob has been an angel to you ever since you first spoke to him but you couldn’t take it any longer, you wanted to leave. You needed to leave. Trying to enjoy the time you had left with him you guys spent hours talking about Canada, his childhood, why he doesn’t swear and about how much he loves basketball. You could watch him talk for hours. You nod to everything he says, trying to ignore the butterflies you feel when you two make eye contact.

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You look up at the clock in your room. 04:00. You get up from your bed and make your way to your bedroom door. You slowly open your door and walk to the stairs, quietly going down the steps and taking breaks every few steps. You mentally sigh when u make it downstairs u slowly make your way to the front door in the dark careful not to make a noise.

When you walk past the kitchen you decide to take a knife with you, just in case. When you get to the door you slowly open the door, cringing at the little squeak sound it makes in the process.

Once the door is wide enough for you to fit in, you step outside, leaving the door open, since the sound of the door closing might wake them up. You take a few quick steps till you reach further from the house.

Once you’re reaching the forest you hear the door slam open. Shit! You turn around before you start running. Sangyeon’s standing at the door. Clearly very angry. “Y/N!” You hear him scream as you start running fasters. You hear the others making a fuss as you take a turn right into the forest.

“God, she’s fast.” Kevin breathes out, taking a break from running. “Yeah, just let her go, I'm too tired.” Chanhee squats down, Younghoon doing the same. “No! she’ll report us to the police and then it’s over for us, we need to find her.” Sangyeon says before making his way to the forest, the others following behind him.

You notice the forest is on top of a hill, which makes you run down faster. You run way faster than expected, almost twisting your ankle when taking a turn left. The footsteps of the boys started to fade away but you didn’t slow down, adrenaline still rushing through your body.

“Y/N!” Sangyeon screams looking around, he stops running and waits for the others to catch up, when they do, he shares his plan. “Okay, we're splitting up in the units we use for our missions, call me when you find her.” And they all split up in their units, Sangyeon’s unit going left.

“How could she do this?” Eric sighs. “I mean we kidnapped her, this was bound to happen.” Hyunjae says. He hates to admit but he’s worried sick and hopes you're not hurt. He shrugs it off thinking it's just a normal reaction and that he’s not actually catching feelings for you.

After a while your running slows down and you start to get tired. You stumble across a huge fallen down tree and you decide to hide behind it. Cliche but you're so tired, you can barely feel your legs. Once you sit down, you bend a bit making sure your head isn’t visible. You sigh. Why did you have to be the one to get kidnapped, why did they have to rob the store you work at. You stop the tears you feel from flowing so it won’t block your sight.

“How fast is she, God.” You hear Changmin’s voice from a little distance. Shit. You're freaking out but remain in your position. You pray that they won’t see you, cause they’ll definitely kill you when they do. The voices are starting to fade and you take the opportunity to start running again, regaining the adrenaline you had earlier.

But you should’ve waited. Juyeon spots you. “There!” You hear him yell and they start running after you. You panic, taking a run right, into the darker part of the forest. You jump over another fallen tree and make your way further down. Once you lose them you slow down a bit. You can barely see anything, so you start walking.

Suddenly you feel two hands grab you. You startle and stab the person with the knife you're holding. “Ow!” Jacob. You panic as you start running again, feeling slightly bad that he was the one you stabbed. You hope he’s okay as you start running faster.

After a while you stumble over something that makes you fall down, hurting your knee and elbows. “Fuck.” You whisper, quickly getting up. Soon after you run into a tree hurting your chest and cheek. You were getting so tired, you couldn’t even focus on where you were running to. You prayed this all was just a bad dream and you would wake up in your own room again, remaining your normal life.

“Jacob what happened!” Sangyeon gives him a worried look. The boys gather around Jacob, who’s holding his arm. “She stabbed me.” He understands why you did it but it still hurts him. “God, she has a knife.” Sunwoo panics. “Younghoon and Chanhee, bring Jacob to the house and take care of his wound. The rest of us will keep on searching.” The boys nod at his order and split up again.

An hour passes and the boys still haven’t found you. Hyunjae starts to worry even more. They were all wearing a jacket, but you didn't. It was so cold around this time of the day and it would be so easy to freeze up. “Shouldn’t we just give up. The sun will start rising soon, she’ll probably show up again.” He suggests, but Sangyeon ignores him. He sighs. As much as he wants you to be free, he doesn’t want to let you go.

You’re just roaming around at this point. You have no idea how much time has passed, or if the boys have given up already. You think it might be easier to just stab yourself with a knife and just die. But you didn’t want to give up. You wanted your old life back. You finally see the end of the forest a couple meters away from you and run towards it. But something grabs you and spins you around. You look up and your eyes widen. Hyunjae.

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[spencerhotchner]

Alternative {spencer reid}

Chapter 2

summary: Since quarentine was announced, Y/N decided to rewatch all seasons of Criminal Minds. On a lonely night she wished she could be in that universe instead of this. What happens when she wakes up in 2008 in Quantico?

warnings: angst, a very confused reader, regular cm stuff and my grammar (if you find anything else pls lmk) 

word count: 2.1k

a/n: ok, i am really excited about this series. and really thankful that y'all are liking it. also, i hope you will enjoy this chapter as much as y'all did the last one! it didn't end up as long as i wanted it it but ig its ok right.

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You could hear some familiar voices on the background as you began to regain conciseness, voices you could identify anywhere. You kept your eye shut for a while, feeling the tiredness and dizziness your body was screaming at you despite the fact that you have been unconscious, and on the floor apparently. Even though you're head was still too slow to think straight, you noticed that your face mask wasn't on you anymore. 

“Who is she?” you heard the familiar voice of Shamar, or Morgan, given the circumstances. 

“Apparently she knows me.” that was Spencer’s turn to speak. 

“I met her this morning.” JJ states, you could only imagine the faces they would be making at her, wondering how and why. “I bumped into her walking on the street, she seemed pretty confused but yet she still knew who I was.” 

“Well, that’s weird.” Emily said.

When you finally decided to open them, you felt like you were still dream. Once again you found yourself asking what was going on. Why was the whole cast of Criminal Minds standing there simple staring at you and why were they acting like their characters? Out of the two explanations that came to your mind at the moment, only one made any sense. I was a tv prank, it could only be. There would be no other logical reason to it, other wise. 

“Are you ok?” Hotch asks, offering a hand. 

You stared at him trying to figure out what to say, but without saying a word you took his hands and got up. The whole team was looking at you, with weird expressions. You felt almost like you were an unsub, you hated being stared. 

“Yes, I mean, no!” you say. “Is this a prank of something? Because, damn, you guys went too far down with it. Fuck!” you say, finally snapping. 

“I’m afraid I don't know what you are talking about.” Rossi said. 

You tried not to but as soon as you realized you already had a big sarcastic expression on your face. How wouldn't they? They were tv stars and they were clearly acting, you've seen it. 

“Oh, you're not?” you said, as sarcastic as you could be. “Ok, let me enlighten you all, since you ‘don’t know what i’m talking about?’. I woke up in this freaking random apartment by myself wearing the exact same thing I was wearing the night before.” 

“...and where is the part we fit in there?” he replies. 

You ignored him, sighing and trying to push your anxiety down. 

“As I was saying, I was wearing the exact same thing and I was in Bellevue, in Washington state. I have no idea who decided to pull this off but as much as I love the show, I am not enjoying this.” you say, looking around trying to find cameras. 

They all kept staring at you, Rossi was the only one who didn't seem worried about, it was like he thought you were on drugs or just delusional. You were even starting to believe in that. JJ and Spencer kept staring at each other, possibly trying to figure out what was going on, and how you knew them. 

“You believe you were abducted, then?” Hotch finally says something. 

You sigh again, trying to be patience. All you wanted was to go home, when you said you wanted to meet the cast - all the hundreds of times you said it, you didn’t mean this. You closed your eyes, because suddenly all you wanted to do was cry. You couldn't count how many times you imagined this happening and it was being just awful. You hated being confused, lost and being pictured as crazy. 

“No, Agent Hotchner” you spilled his name, sarcastically. “I am sure.”

He looked at you without much expression - as usual, but you could tell he was superseded you knew him, just as much as the team. Morgan step forward, walking towards you. You stared at him, trying to remain calm. 

“Listen, we can't help you if you don't let us.” he said. “Can you tell us your name?”

God, don't they realize this is funny? I do not wanna be acting, some pictures would do the job just as fine. 

“Y/N Y/L/N” you say as you watch Rossi give Garcia a look making her nod and direct herself to her ‘cave’, certainly to search you up. 

“Alright, you have someone we can contact with?” JJ asks. 

You nodded, yes you did. But they wouldn't pick up the phone, as you tried multiple times this morning on the old cellphone. What if something happened to them? This was all so confusing. 

“But she won’t pick up the phone, I tried.” you said.

Once again, you caught yourself wondering what was going on. And that was the moment you kind of got what was happening. Would it be possible that you shifted to this universe? Maybe this wasn't all a prank and your wish had just became true. You probably should've thought about it before asking for it. At once it hit you, what you said to your friend just last night. 

“What is something you would want to do right now?” your best friend asked you, leaning a bit towards you, laughing drunkly.

“Um, I’d really like to be in Criminal Minds right now.” you say laughing as you best friend rolled her eyes. “No, listen! I’d love to meet Spencer Reid and I don't know, it just sounds better than quarantine.”

“Yeah, sure, because serial killers are just not bad at all, huh?” she laughed. 

Maybe this was true, maybe you did shifted. And if you did, you sure sounded like a crazy person, and probably a stalker. You looked around trying to figure out if you could sit somewhere, it all became took much for you mind at that moment. 

“Can I sit... Can I sit somewhere?” you asked, probably looking as ill as you sounded.

You watched as Reid rushed to bring the chair. You set down trying to figure out how you'd leave there, and how you'd shift back. Staring at them you felt your heart warm a little, you dreamed about this for so long - as it was all it was, a dream, until now, at least. 

Before you could say a word you watched Penelope come back and whisper in Rossi’s ear, probably what she found out about you. Which, maybe was everything, since you had no reasons to hide a thing about your life, which was quite boring, in fact. 

“Who are you?” Rossi says, like he’s ready to arrest you.

“I-I already told you.” you answer. “I’m Y/N.”

If you needed any proof about what was going on that was it. It was like you did not even exist, like you weren't real. She probably didn’t find anything because you’re not from this universe.

“Alright. What can we do for you, Y/N?” Morgan asks.

“I need to go home.” you let it out. “I don't know how I ended up here in Quantico.”

Garcia stares ate you, almost like she felt pity about your situation while the rest of them kept a suspicious look at you. It’s not like you blame them, anyways, you would think it’s weird for somebody to come out of nowhere knowing your name and claiming to be pranked. 

While you were sitting there, with all those eyes at you, you thought that maybe giving up and trying to figure it all out by yourself maybe would be better. How would they help you, anyways? It is not like they could send you back. And it is also not like you didn't actually wish for this. 

There are some wishes that are entirely rhetorical. 

“You know what? I’m good.” you fake a smile, obviously. “I’m just gonna go.” 

You stoop up fast, not giving them much time to contest you. Spencer looked confused, more than any of the others, for some reason. Maybe he was just curious on how you knew him, or JJ. Either way, you wouldn't know. 

Hotch looked at you, wondering your action. Why were you so desperate at one time and tried to pull off as if it was ok? It was definitely not ok. Your smile looked fake, your body seemed tense and your eyes looked as lost as he could think someone could be, as he has seen a lot of lost eyes. 

“Thank you, for your attention, though.” you say. “I’m sorry for taking your time agents.” 

You stormed out of there, not even realizing that you left your jacket in there. How could you? Not when you ran out of there as if your live depended on it. You let a sigh out as you got out of the building, not even noticing when the tears started to come down at your cheeks. 

At that moment you didn't care at all about where you were, you set on the floor, letting the tears roll down and the sobs come out. You never wished to be away from your reality, it only seemed nice in your dreams. Right now, all you wanted was to go home and hug your parents, or even just see them. You felt lost, as lost as a five year old who can't find his mommy at the park. 

You got scared as you felt a big hand touch your shoulders. As your turn, to see who was it, Spencer looked as nice as you could ever picture him to, or see on the screens. His face resembles worry, like he was actually wondering what happened to you and why where you there. 

“I believe this is yours.” he hands you your jacket. 

You stare at him before.

“Yes, thank you.” you wipe the tears away. 

“No- No problem.” he said, sitting by your side. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah.” you answered looking away. 

“You don't have to lie to me.” he said, as you looked back at him. “I wanna help you, but I can only do that if you cooperate with me.”

Why would he?

“I don't know where I am. I mean, I do know but I don't know how I ended up here. I understand what is going on, I did after a while but I don't know how to change this situation. I don't know how to go back home.” you said. 

Not like he’ll understand, anyways.

"Maybe... Maybe me and my team could help you figure it out?” he tries. 

“I doubt it.” you shake your shoulders. “I know that you guys are awesome at your job, don't get me wrong, to be honest I’m quite the big fan.” you laughed a bit. “But it’s just out of hand.” 

He stops, looking at you. Gave up offering help, you were not accepting he felt it. No, he knew it. It was his job to know what body language was telling him, anyways. He didn't want to stare at you, but he felt like he needed to. He was stuck at your looks, so pretty, yet so lost. 

“If we can't help you, is there anything I can do for you?” he asks. 

You looked right into his eyes. Thinking, if you should say it. Maybe so, it wouldn't kill you, it was not like it was the real world of something, well maybe it was but you couldn't care less. All you wanted was somewhere to stay this night and figure out how to get back.

“I do need a place to stay tonight.” you say, smiling little at him. 

He had a weird look on his face when you said that, like he wasn't expecting it. Because he wasn't. That moment he considered himself a crazy man, because he knew the risks and yet was up for it.

“Uh, ok.” 

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...surprise

um okay so here I am trying angst again. this is kind of intended to be open ended bcos might have a part two at some point. im also lazy and has a few time jumps. also if someone could pls explain if you just get pics for the top of these off internet or credit on like gifs or something that’d be appreciated.

Summary: Tom comes home and everything is most definitely not the way he left, nor is it healthy

Warnings: please read with caution esp relationship with food / weightloss, but just generally a person in a bad bad head space, lots of self blame - then next parts will carry different warnings too

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Tom had been away for months. Months and months away from his girlfriend, separated entirely by his filming locations in Europe and America; while you were busy slowly and steadily climbing the ranks of your law firm. Being an intense period for the pair, you hadn’t managed to see each other in 2 and a half months.  Of course, both go you were used to this - 3 years deep into a relationship between an actor and a wanna-be lawyer- this was the name of the game.

But honestly? You both just kept falling deeper and deeper, making the separation harder to deal with - rather than getting used to it as one might hope.

That's why Tom felt such an incredibly overwhelming wave of relief as he dumped his bags just outside his front door. Even though he was exhausted from the travelling, just the mere act of finally phishing out his housekeys brought a massive grin to his face - caused particularly by the sight of his tacky little keyring from a Moroccan market that you’d bought him. That had been your first holiday. There’s that old saying that before you move in with someone go on holiday first - Tom understood it to mean you supposedly see all the bad and ugly stuff people can hide from each other, a prewiring before committing to living in the same space. However that holiday all he’d learned was incredible you are to him. To his dying day, Tom will never forget the moment he looked over to his left when the two of you were on this night time stargaze in the depth of the Moroccan desert. Y/n had never seen stars like it, the skies so incredibly clear and lit up with an array of magical blues and purples and whites on its sark background. The sight, for no unexplainable reason, had you completely opening up to Tom about things she’d never told a single soul. And in that moment he’d had this sort of realisation. Not about how much he loved her - because that is just the cliche thing everyone says… and also just wasn’t true.

In that moment he’d rather realised the potential. The sort of ‘I’m not there yet but I know you could become the centre of my universe’. The sort of ‘I’m not ready to say this yet, but I want to spend my life with you’. The sort of ‘at some point in my life I’m not sure my heart will be able to beat without yours’.

He still hadn’t quite got to explicitly saying all that yet, by asking you for the ultimate commitment. But he planned to now he was coming back to you.

Even with the chill of the early evening winter air, Tom was almost ecstatic as he unlocked the door and let himself in. He hadn’t told you that he was coming home, you thought he had another two weeks on the job, but Tom was a bit of an old romantic - he loved seeing your eyes fill with wonder as he surprised you in whatever way. Sometimes it was as simple as a note on the fridge, or a small bouquet from behind his back or as fancy as a surprise holiday.

However, this time, though it was only 6 in the evening, all the lights of their house were off making Tom raise an eyebrow as he quietly slipped off his shoes - not wanting to scare Y/n just in case.

Tom had sworn when he’d been on the phone with you the previous day, you didn’t have any plans tonight but perhaps maybe a spontaneous pub trip and been offered with work colleagues. The house felt a little cold as he padded through it, poking his head into every room just to check Y/n wasn’t there. His last port of call was the bedroom.

By this point, Tom was pretty resigned on the fact you were out and he’d maybe cook a meal for when you got back or hide about the house or something. But instead, when he poked his head around this door, he sighed in delight at the sight of a still mound under the plush white sheets. For a brief moment, Tom paused, before tiptoeing steadily round to her bedside. The light was still off but the hallway light illuminated the room enough so he could make out your soft features and the messy ball of hair that had been haphazardly thrown in a bun. Furthermore, he could also notice in the light the packet of painkillers and migraine tablets lying opened on the bedside - which made him freeze. Y/n didn’t get migraines often at all, but when she did Tom knew just how bad they could be. That explained the fact you were spark out at six o’clock, making Tom give a sympathetic smile. He crept back out the room with a little spring in his step, deciding that since he had had a long day travelling he'd grab a snack and join you. Unfortunately though, when he enthusiastically yanked the fridge open the sight was a rather depressing one. He didn’t really know what he was craving but the fridge contents were of almost no use to anyone. The place was bloody baron, apart from a tub of butter and of course his special beers that Y/n would never dare touch. With a small huff though, Tom resigned himself to some bread and butter, before getting ready for bed.

It was probably an hour later when Tom was carefully crawling under the duvet to settle in beside Y/n after the disappointing snack and maybe a solitary ‘welcome home beer’ - it would be rude not to. God was he excited to just have his girlfriend in his arms again though. So, Tom naturally reached over and powerfully yet gently pulled you back towards him - making your back flush with his as you mumbled something incoherent. Chuckling slightly at your apparent annoyance of being disturbed, Tom pressed a kiss to her temple before settling down momentarily.

But something wasn’t quite right, making Tom shuffle about a bit - ever adjusting huis grasp on your waist as he attempted to get comfy. With the migraine medications forcing you into a deep deep sleep you barely stirred and that just made the unease increase for Tom. Because you didn’t feel right. This didn’t feel right. Ever so slowly Tom started to peel back the duvet from your body from his now sitting upright position. Typically, Y/n was wearing one of his hoodies, however more concerningly it seemed to pool and collect around your frame more than normal.

Now, Y/n was never the most petite person in the world - by no means overweight, instead of beautiful curves and muscle. To Tom now though, it was as if someone had literally shrunk you - like a picture on a word document you needed to make narrower to fit the margins. Even in the dim light of the bedroom he know realised you looked pale. Honestly, Tom didn’t know how long he just sat there staring at you, until you sighed a little and pulled the duvet back up to just under your chin.

He didn’t know what to think or do. All he knew was you didn’t look well and that you hadn’t said a thing to him. Feeling so very uncomfortable within himself, Tom climbed out the bed and simultaneously grabbed his phone. He knew he had to call someone, to check that you hadn’t been ill - but then who to call? Someone that wouldn’t judge or instantly worry- your mum was completely off the cards. Also, he hadn’t even given you the chance to explain yet, so really he knew there was only a couple of options who were close enough to him too.

“Hey what’s up?” “Um nothing much, back in the UK though so-“ “Oh shit really! Kept that one quite bro” “Yeh well came back to surprise Y/n” “Oh you're soooo whipped” “Fuck off Haz, have you um… have you seen her recently anyway?” “You're asking me if I’ve seen your girl while you’ve been away?” “I’m being serious. You’re pretty much brother and sister and I’m -I’m a bit worried.” “What? You know she wouldn’t cheat especially with me” Haz’s tone turned less serious, using a goofy accent “ I know too much.” Haz still attempted to lighten the mood, this conversation very unexpected and making him grow more and more concerned himself. “Haz quit it. I’m worried she’s been ill. I’ve come in and she’s asleep with a migraine but there’s no food in the fridge and she’s skinny as hell.” “Fuck er sorry I didn’t realise. But um no she’s been cancelling on us for the past like two weeks cos like…I don’t know said she was just snowed under at the firm so” “But before then?” “No yeh she was fine. Went to the pub a couple times and she always drove so didn’t drink but nothing weird - think she wanted to keep a clear head. What are you thinking?” “I don’t know to be honest mate. She seemed fine on the phone but I swear to god she looks half the size  of what she was when I left.” “Just talk to her in the morning? She probably is just stressed if work has been mad busy.” Tom hummed in agreement, half trying to convince himself too. “Yeh yeh, sorry for bothering you.” “Oh shut up mate - I’ll see you both at your parents for the roast tomorrow? Sams got some new recipe I think, he’s been wittering on about it for days.” “Yeh we’ll be there, see you then mate.” 

After signing off to Haz, Tom placed his phone on the little table on the upstairs hallway and sighed. He knew he was being over-protective but he couldn’t help it. Y/n was always the one to care for him, in fact to care for everybody int he room and then some.

He’d get to the bottom of whatever this was tomorrow, and so the rest of the evening Tom spent rather unhappily get ready before bed yet again before climbing back in next to you.

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Tom woke before you, a combination of jet lag and the worry in the pit of his stomach meaning he stirred awake first. Instinctively he pulled you closer and nuzzled his nose into the side of your neck as he slowly began to wake up properly - shrugging off the grogginess. Tom was still really excited for you to realise he was back, predicting you  to excitedly hug him ever so tight and then spend the morning between the sheets. He knew you found the distance tough, especially when all your closest friends were coupled off, it meant you just didn’t have ‘your person’. It was almost as if you were single again and instead of pining over an ex, hopelessly and completely in love with someone across the globe. But that just made your time together even more invaluable and precious.

So even with his slight unease at your slimmer silhouette, Tom didn't have any control over the loopy grin that came to his face as you started to stir and mumble something incoherent, all the while (and subconsciously) inching closer towards him. By the slight fluttering under your eyelid, Tom knew you were waking up and so took the moment to tuck your frizzy bed hair behind your ear. Sighing contently Y/n’s eyes fluttered completely open and Tom met your gaze with the most gently of smiles.

However, he then watched moment by moment as your expression morphed for one of peacefulness and content, through confusion, and ending at pure terror. He had barely thought of asking you why, before you yelped, throwing yourself up into a sitting position and backing as far away on the bed as you could from Tom. “TOM... I-you can’t be here! YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE!” “Y/n hey what’s wrong-“ “GET OUT! G-GET THE FUCK OUT! YOU CAN’T BE HERE” you  yanked the bedsheets to completely cover your huddled up body, as if trying to protect yourself. At this point, tears were streaming down your face and what truly terrified Tom was the expression of horror in your eyes. He threw his hands in the air and unsteadily stumbled to his feet. “O-okay I’m-“ “GET OUT!!! YOU CAN'T SEE ME GET OUT!” Completely bemused and shocked, Tom just nodded jerkily -already halfway out the door and accidentally slamming it in haste.

He had absolutely zero clue what that was about. But what he knew for a fact? He’d never ever seen you like that… you looked so completely terrified… of him? Tom couldn’t for the life of him work out what the hell was going on, as he paced from the shut door to the hallway wall and back again, running his hand through his hair throughout. He could hear you sobbing and whisper yelling - presumably at yourself. It felt as though his heart was being torn out, seeing you that upset and it appearing as his fault? He was acting on pure instinct and adrenalin because your pain hurt him too. He had no control of the physiological response in his body, making his hands shake and breathing increase in speed as it inversely got shallower too.

And so he took a short inhalation, biting his bottom lip as he knocked on the door. “Y/n?….” He got no response after waiting a couple of seconds so tried again - because he could hear you trying to stifle your sobs. After another two failed attempts he opted for a different approach. “Y/n… I’m worried about you… look, I know your upset right now but I need you to let me know your okay… or I’ll have to come in and…and I don’t want to spook you” “Don’t come in.” It was a sharp reply, with a voice that was cracked and clearly trying to keep It together. “Okay… I-I’m sorry if my surprise of coming home was a dumb idea…I-I’ve missed you.” Tom tried speaking softly, as he knelt down and sat with this back against the wall while nervously fiddling with his watch strap that he’d forgot to take off last night. Again he waited for a response but got nothing, again having to warn you he needed to know you were okay. He heard movements from the other side of the door, making him turn his head to the left, pressing his ear on the cool gloss paint. “I-I’m sorry” You barely were whispering, but Tom could sense you were now sitting in a position mirroring his “You don’t meed to apologise love” Returning her tone, Tom sighed at the end - trying to get his brain to process what was going on.

Y/n wasn’t one to overreact and Tom could count on one hand the number of serious fights they’d had in the three year romance. And even then, he was the one to raise his voice - when she argued it was more reasoned, slow and controlled. Actually it was one of the things that in those moments infuriated him even more - you were just so level headed and sensible. Scratch that, sensible purely in this context - everywhere else you were just as loopy as him. So this situation felt so very alien. He didn’t know how to help you and he bloody hated feeling useless.

After a few moments, you replied to apologise once again, for shouting specifically,  and Tom nodded - not that you could see. But that was one of the things Y/n had taught him, sometimes you just have accept things - no matter the context. Accept he wasn’t actually a superhero and couldn’t do everything, accept that sometimes he could be a dick and out of line or accept an apology.

“Can you.. can you try and tell me why your upset? I want to help.” He was trying to be gentle, non-confrontational. But he knew something was so wrong. He needed to know so he could try and help out. “I…”Y/n began, but quickly trailed off, as if trying to formulate the words properly. “I’ve just been ill and” again another pause “and I haven’t been looking after myself very well. I just planned to be umm- to be better when you got back.”

It wasn’t a lie. It wasn’t really the truth either, at least not the whole truth. But it wasn’t a lie.

“I’m not sure I understand why your so worried about what I think though?” Tom inquired, as he started to fiddle with the door handle in his left hand - as if easing the idea of coming into his girlfriend without scaring you. In reply, you sighed again trying to put the words together without explicitly spelling it out to him. “I don’t- I thought you’d just be disappointed or-or think I’m reliant on you. I’m not and I can handle myself I just…. I don’t know.” “I love you, you idiot.”Tom chuckled at that, while standing up. “Can I come in now please? I promise I’m not disappointed just want to help you feel better.”

The door opened and no sooner could Tom take a step forward than Y/n ran into his chest, wrapping herself tightly around him in apology. He knew that he didn’t have the full story but really didn’t want to push her, more preferring to just love her. So that’s what they spent the rest of the morning doing, in their pyjamas and watching TV. Quite obviously, she wasn’t really making a lot of conversation, Tom filled some gaps with talking about filming - to which she’d hum in agreement or chuckle along. But for the most part Y/n was concentrating on something else.

The all-consuming guilt. That was what was eating away at her.

part 2?

[whitttbit]

Hawks x reader lemon An acceptable apology and an unexpected visit.

Warnings: This is absolute filth. Extreme dom hawks with spanking,Dom sub dynamics,a dash of angst, office smut, and just general smut. It's my first fic so try not to judge to harshly. If you guys enjoy it I'll open requests and do more. Ps: I am incredibly nervous posting this.

You've been warned:

Dating a pro hero was never easy. They were always busy with paperwork, patrols or undercover missions. Dating the number 2 pro hero was damn near impossible. Somehow though, here you were sitting in a shapartment waiting on the winged hero to get home. Hawks was charismatic and energetic and that definitely translated to the bedroom. The sex was phenomenal and the love was passionate. He was always bringing you gifts and when he found the time he would plan out elaborate dates for the two of you that were thoughtful and fun. Lately though he had been working overtime investigating the LOV in anticipation of an attack. He wouldn't get in until long after you'd fallen asleep. He would then leave before you woke up with a gentle shake and apologetic kiss on the forehead. The commission had given him a positively brutal schedule and he hadn't had a day off in over a month since accepting the mission.

You were trying your best to stay awake but sleep finally won you over and you had drifted off to sleep on the sofa. The hero had planned to be home for dinner but ended up sending an apology text last minute after receiving some new Intel on the case. As you drifted into the welcoming arms of your slumber the dinner you had spent hours making was still on the table. It had long since gotten cold but you hadn't been able to bring yourself to put it away. It was well after midnight when the hero finally landed on the balcony of the penthouse, shaking the snow from his tired wings and sliding the door open. He glanced around and his eyes landed on your silhouette on the couch wrapped in a blanket. Sighing he turned to grab something quick to eat from the kitchen and saw the table set for two. His gut tensed and he felt the sense of guilt that he had become all to familiar with.

"damn....." He mumbled as he started to clear the table putting the delicious looking food into Tupperware and loading the dishwasher. Once everything was clean he walked quietly over to you and scooped you up taking you to your shared bed. He knew he'd have to make it up to you somehow but all he could think of right now was sleep.

Five thirty had come far to soon for Keigos liking as he slammed his hand onto the alarm clock by your bed. He stood up and showered and got ready to go back to work. You began to wake as he left the bathroom and the florescent light hit your eyes. Sleepily you groaned and looked at him in his hero costume ready to leave you yet again.

"Kei?"

"Shit! sorry angel I was trying to be quiet. Go back to sleep, Ill text you around lunch." He walked over and gave you a deep apologetic kiss as he tucked the blankets around you.

" You have to work again? Its Sunday and you said you might be able to get off."

" I know but I've got to complete the paperwork today and its a mountain on my desk. I'm sorry. I should be off someday soon though and ill make it up to you."

" You always say that." You hadn't meant for it to come out so harshly but you were sleepy and annoyed. Keigo blinked and stared at you for a moment before finally speaking.

" I know angel but the mission is almost over. It's literally just paperwork. I've gathered all of the Intel that the commission requested."

"Fine. Ill see you tonight I guess." You rolled over feeling slightly guilty at how cold your words had been. Sighing Keigo walked out to the balcony and headed to his office across the city.

You awoke a few hours later and went into the kitchen to get breakfast. You saw your phone on the counter and saw that he had texted.

BIRDBOY: You awake love?

You hastily typed a quick message.

Y/N: Yes, do you want me to bring you lunch?

BIRDBOY: No, I don't really have time I've got a budget conference call at lunch and still have to complete my reports.

God, why did he even bother texting you back. He might as well be dating the commission. Then a thought popped into your head. It was kind of mean but he deserved it. You took off your leggings and t-shirt and threw on some red lacy panties he had bought you for Christmas and a matching bra and tousled your hair a bit snapping a quick aerial picture. 

Y/N: But I miss you daddy... 

*attachment*

You sat on the couch eagerly waiting for him to reply. It took a few minutes and he had started typing and stopped several times.

BIRDBOY: Angel, what are you doing? You know not to send me pictures at work. It's not nice to get daddy worked up before a business call.

Y/N: Well its not nice to leave me this wet either.

You knew that you were pushing it. His daddy kink always put him in his dom head space and testing him wasn't always a good thing. He could be positively relentless with his punishments if you went to far.

BIRDBOY: You are pushing it baby. 

Y/N: Well you aren't here so I guess ill just have to take care of it myself.

You knew that would do it. He was going to lose it, but still you had already hit send so no turning back now

BIRDBOY: Don't you fucking dare. You know the rules! Don't test me darling.

You left him on read and went to the bedroom to grab some black thigh high stockings and a garter belt. Putting on some heels and a long pea coat. This was possibly the gutsiest thing you'd ever done but you were going to pack up last nights dinner and take it to him at work. He deserved to suffer a little bit after all. Grabbing a scarf you hailed a cab and made your way to the office ignoring your phone which was buzzing with angry texts at your lack of response no doubt.

As you pulled up to the tall silver building you felt yourself getting more and more nervous. You were practically naked under a coat and going to your boyfriends job. This was dangerous and uncharted territory. Keigo always took his job so seriously. As you watched the floor number flash on the screen in the elevator you felt more anxious. Finally it dinged and the doors slid open. You made your way to his secretaries desk. Clearing your throat.

"Hi Jamie....um I brought Hawks lunch" She beamed up at you and tapped her desk.

"He is about to be on a call, if you leave it here ill make sure that he gets it." Part of you wanted to do it. Somehow you mustered up some nerve though.

" Um.... actually I was hoping to give it to him myself.....we were planning on eating together. Ill just sit quietly in his office until hes done. He's expecting me." You looked at her praying that she wouldn't check.

" Oh! okay he must have forgotten to tell me, go on in." Oh thank god, You walked to the big steel door and turned the handle. Walking in you saw him staring at papers and biting a pen. He didn't even look up. 

"Jamie, I'm about to be in a meeting whats up?"

You cleared your throat and waited. He looked up and dropped the pen staring.

" I um...brought you lunch"

" Angel, I told you I couldn't have lunch today what are you doing here?" He studied your body like a predator shaking and looking down you began to speak.

" Um.....well..... I thought id just bring it I can go. " Placing the basket on the ground you turned finally losing nerve. What were you thinking. Coming to his office like this? In a flash of crimson he was over to you grabbing your arm and turning you to face him. He cupped you chin forcing you to look up into his golden irises as he spoke.

"I told you to stay home and wait. Impatient are we?" you grabbed the buttons of your coat to keep him from discovering your secret and kept eye contact trying not to break.

" I just want you to eat that's all you jerk." 

"Tch- So disrespectful, its sir or daddy not jerk. Now go sit on the couch until after my meeting. It seems we need to have a little chat, and since you can't seem to respond to my texts or use proper honorifics today you'll have to spend that time coming up with a damn good reason I shouldn't teach you a lesson when we get home." He smirked and pointed to the bright red couch on the opposite side of his office and turned to sit back at his desk.

What a cocky asshole. He was so full of himself sometimes. Still though considering everything you'd done already you figured that you better not push it so reluctantly you complied. 

" Good girl. Now don't you dare move a muscle until I finish this call do you understand?" 

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes....sir."

He smiled as his phone rang. He took the call and began going over expense and damage reports. 

-One hour later-

You had been sitting here for an hour. This asshole had had several openings to end the call but he just kept talking. He would smirk at you every time. God this was torture. Why did he have to be such an ass sometimes? Finally after the fourth opening to wrap things up and he refused you decided that he deserved to suffer. He had told the guy on the phone to go over the quarterly reports one more time for his notes so you knew you had time. You stood up and his eyes darted to you and narrowed.

Slowly you undid the tie of your coat and unbuttoned it revealing your bright red lingerie  and smiled at him. His eyes went so big you had to smile. You laid back on the couch and began to stroke your folds throwing your head back. You felt those golden orbs on you. suddenly you felt a feather wrap your wrists. Jerking your head up you saw him crook his finger. The feather began to pull you towards him....oh shit.

You made it to his desk and he sent one feather to lock the door and the other to sharpen and cut off your panties. He bit his lip looking at you. Reaching to the phone he hit mute.

" Now, since you don't know how to listen today here's whats going to happen." He began unbuckling his belt.  

" You are going to come over here and sit that pretty little pussy on my cock and you aren't going to move or make a sound until daddy is done with his phone call got it?" He shimmied his cargo pants down revealing his throbbing cock. Gulping you looked at him

"....yes daddy....I won't make a sound."

"Good girl now come on."  You shuffled over straddling his lap and lowered yourself onto his cock. He reached over to unmute the call.

The call went on talking about numbers and deadlines for a few minutes and you could feel your resolve slowly crumbling. He reached his hand between you and began lazily rubbing your clit as he continued the call. You had to bite your lip to keep the moans from escaping. You shifted your weight a bit and you felt him throb inside of you. He gave you a dangerous look and you stilled instantly. He began vigorously rubbing your sensitive nub. Fuck this man was the devil. Biting his shoulder you could feel tears welling up. You had to get some relief. This was absolute torture.Fuck you were going to cum. You couldn't stop the whimper that escaped as you felt yourself nearing the edge. His ministrations abruptly stopped as he grabbed a fistful of your h/c hair and yanked your head back.

" Everything okay Hawks?" what was that?" the gentleman on the line asked. He looked at you with rage and replied.

" Everything is fine sir, I just got a paper cut. Listen, I think I've got what I need for now so why don't I finish these reports and call you tomorrow afternoon?"

" Sounds good we'll talk then." Keigo clicked the phone off and forced you to meet his gaze again.

" I said not to make a sound y/n. You are being such a brat today." whimpering apologetically you looked at him. Rolling his eyes he yanked you off of him by your hair and bent you over his desk displaying you perfectly. Kicking your legs apart he leaned down over your back and bit the shell of your ear and growled . You let out another involuntary whimper

" Does my angel want to cum?" you nodded feeling yourself turning to jello beneath him.

" I can't fucking hear you slut."

"...yes sir" was all that you could choke out

" Not good enough. Lets teach you some manners first." He reached over to his phone and hit the speed dial for his secretary.

"yes sir?"

" Jamie, why don't you head out to lunch for a bit on me. Use the company card. We both deserve a break. I'm going to eat here with y/n."

" Thank you sir! I've been wanting to try that new sushi place!"

"Knock yourself out, you deserve it." He clicked the phone and listened until he heard her gather her things and go.

" Don't fucking move." He reached down and you heard him rustling with his clothes. Something dropped next to your face and your eyes shot open. His belt was displayed right next to your face. Leaning down again he spoke.

"Now princess you are going to count for daddy got it? You'll get five with my hand for sending me that photo, Five with my feather for not texting me back, and five with my belt for being a needy brat during my call and not listening. Do you understand?" You could feel yourself shaking.

" ..Ye..yes daddy."

A harsh slap echoed as her hit your ass with incredible force. 

"o....one" you cried another slap echoed through the office

"Tu...two" the next three came so quickly you could barely keep count. There was no way to anticipate his pattern. You could feel your ass stinging already.

"Three.......fo...four...FIVVEEEEE!!!!!"

He smirked pulling out a feather and hardening it into a makeshift switch and backing up to admire his handy work. Bright red hand prints covered your ass. He Pulled back and hit you with his feather causing your entire body to lurch forward onto the desk with force.

"FUCK! one." With a swish he landed another on your thigh

"TWO!!!" It was like he was hitting you harder with each go.  The last three caused more tears to obscure your vision. Dreading what was next you saw the blurred outline of the belt slide off of the desk.

" Last set angel, You okay? Remember the safety colors? Where are we at?" You felt a rush of relief as you heard the concern in his voice. Green meant good yellow slow down and crimson (your safe word) full stop. You and he both knew he'd never been this rough so he was checking in.

"st...still green daddy...g..green." You stuttered out.

" Good girl" he praised

"Okay, lets continue." He folded the belt in half an pulled back to take aim.

SNAAAAPPPPP!

The belt hit your ass ...hard.

"One" you felt so raw beneath him shaking and numb from the sting.

The rest of the hits echoed and caused you to melt into a puddle beneath him. Cunt practically drooling from pleasure and pain. He dropped the belt and positioned himself. Cock pulsating  as he grabbed your hips he spoke.

" Color angel?" Eager to come you answered instantly

"Green."

" If you want it fucking beg. Beg like the needy slut you are beg for me right fucking now"

" Puh...please daddy I need it. Please fill me up I can't take it anymore" He smiled and shoved his full length in with a thrust and began to relentlessly pound you into the desk. His pace was brutal but it was like he was hitting every single nerve. A knot starting to form in your abdomen you started to whimper.

" Can I cum daddy PLEASE!!!!!!! Oh my god!" you were begging trying desperately to hold it in. He would be so angry of you came without permission.

" No." he said simply as he continued his assault

You bit your arm closing your eyes. 

"Please.....daddy please." You were a blubbering mess but you didn't care you needed release.

"NOW!" he yelled. With a scream you came with him Your walls fluttering as his seed filled you with pulsating rhythmic thrusts. Collapsing on top you sweaty and spent. You both laid there in a perfect heap of ecstasy and release.

After a few minutes he picked you up and released your hands carrying you over to the couch. HE sat down placing you in his lap and began stroking your hair.

" You did so well angel. So perfect for me." he cooed all you could manage was a hum. 

" I'm sorry love, i'll take tomorrow off for a personal day. I know its hard but I love you and you are so amazing for sticking with me. I love you so much." He smiled.

Sending a feather to his mini fridge to get a bottle of water he unscrewed the top and handed it to you.

"Drink this angel." You felt the cool liquid slide down your throat steadying you and bringing you back down.

"How about I take the rest of the day off. I'll fly us home, run us a bubble bath and we can order some take out from your favorite place and watch a movie. How does that sound love?"

" That sounds perfect." You rasped out

"I'm so sorry my love. I hope you can forgive me."

"I should visit more often for apologies." You said with a smile. Nestling into his chest. Everything was perfect.

[letthefrogsbe]

remember when I was gonna write that parkner fic?

cool so I've decided I'm gonna, but because I cannot write for SHIT and I hate my writing every time I see it, ill just share my outline of what I have so far. its not coherent. sorry. 

Section one: aunt may dies. It’ll be like “it's been 3 months. 3 months since May was shot. 2 months and 3 weeks since she died.”

Something like that idc. Basically this section will base around peter living tony, because he’s not doing well, and he is only 17- which is not actually old enough to be on your own after something like this. Setting is established, with cameos from dr strange (who tony is dating and lives with (yeah bite me, this is my fanfiction i can make it what i want.) it will be made obvious that this takes place after endgame, which also means that tony is Not going to die. I’m not that mean lmao. The avengers are like largely together, there was not as much death in this as there was in endgame. Whatever. Everyone is very nice to peter because they know that for him its either this or him becoming a ward of the state so like.

Section two: harley gets kicked out. His mom finds out that he’s gay (from gossip sources idk) and kicks harley out. Im not going to write them having a big fight like in the moment, but harley will recount what happened somewhat to tony in this section, and then more to peter later in the story. Gay ppl trauma dump, we know this. Okay anywaysss so harley calls tony literally sobbing and like freezing fucking cold. IM SORRY IM BEING SO MEAN TO THEM I PROMISE THEY'LL GET A HAPPY ENDING. Okay. harley explains how his mom kicked him out. Tony asks why, harley says something like “she didn’t agree with my lifestyle choices” like bitterly. Tony is a good person in this (i know, im really taking some character liberties) and he’s in the mood for collecting strays apparently, so he has happy send over the quinjet. He can’t make it himself bc hes in fucking japan or something for the next few weeks,, but. Yeah! Tony also calls peter, who is presumably in bed and feeling depressed. “Hey pete. How ya feeling? Any better?’ ‘Not really, tony. Sorry.’ ‘you don’t have to be sorry-’ ‘damn tony you sound like my therapist.’ “sorry pete, but i do have something to tell you- you know harley?’ ‘only from what you’ve told me about him, but yea. He was the tennessee garage kid, right?’ ‘i mean. Yes. so- he’s gonna come stay with me for a while too- it might not be permanent but it will probably be a bit. He’s about your age, and he just has no where to go (just like u). He’s not going to stay in your room or anything, but with bruce and thor here, he will be in your apartment area.’ ‘okay tony.. Will i have to talk to him a bunch?’ ‘not if you don’t want to- i already warned him about you, so it should be okay. I wouldn’t worry so much pete- you guys are so similar in a lot of ways that i wanted to introduce you two long before he called me.’ ‘okay tony, i trust you. Thank you again for letting me stay with you :)’ (yeah that kind of got away from me)

Section 3: build up. this is a shorter section. Harley and peter are gonna meet in section 4. This section is harley’s jet ride (with an intuitive happy) and harley’s nerves about how he really isn’t worth this (i mean hes pretty intimidated tony sent a private jet just for him) and happy like reassures him. Hes still insecure though. Peter is also nervous bc what if harley doesn’t like him? What if he doesn’t like harley?? Tony did say they would get along, but peter hasn’t really been himself recently, so who knows? Yeah lots of that. I do want to emphasize though- peter is not completely unhealthily coping. Like he has a therapist and he has been reaching out to ned and mj, but its still an open wound for him. Obviously. He still has a sense of humor though, but its to cover these deep insecurities. Like the first month or so that he was with tony, he was reallllyyyy trying to not get close to him bc he sort of thinks he kills everyone around him. Like logically he knows this isn’t true, but he does really think the that non superheroes that he surrounds himself with are very at risk if they know about his spider-man-ness. The only people who know now are ned and mj (may knew too).

Section 4: the meeting of harley and peter. Keep in mind peter has been living in this apartment/area of stark tower for about 3 months now. He actually moved in while may was in the hospital because he couldn’t stand to be alone in the apartment when he knew why may wasn’t there. And um. Yeah. so peter is like comfortable in this space, basically. Also- the reason theyre in the same apartment is because stark tower was not really created with the idea of housing broken orphans in mind, so it only has a certain amount of residential space. Thor and bruce are currently staying there together (although no one really knows if theyre together, or if theyre just best bros who went through some extreme trauma together and are now inseparable. Hmmm wonder if thats gonna come up later) and theyre using one apartment, and happy lives there with his own apartment, and tony and stephen are currently sharing the penthouse, even though thats not public knowledge. Really only the people close to tony know that he’s dating stephen. So. this leaves just the one other 2 bedroom apartment for peter and harley. It has one bathroom, and the bedrooms are connected by a door but theyre pretty big so like. Theres a kitchen, a living room with a fancy ass tv, and a really pretty view (with a balcony bc <333). May died in march, peter got leave from the school in april, and it is now the middle of june btw. Tony is now peter’s official guardian (he was before may died anyways) and now has sole guardianship over him which he has fully accepted, even though peter and him both know that there are going to be times where he has to go out of town bc he does own a company after all. Times like right now. Harley is pretty nervous that tony isn’t going to be there to greet him and that he is going to have to like introduce himself to peter and everything. Cmon, theres no reason to feel like that, he’s the one intruding after all, he should at least be able to handle himself. (<--- harley’s thoughts). Yeah so theyre insecure super cool. A n y w a y s so peter was stressing about harley as he arrived, and so when harley walked in they were both complete bundles of nerves. Harley walks up but knocks. Peter actually jumps (bc spidey sense okay whatever) and goes to get the door. Oh my god these awkward teenagers i hate them so much (i love them). Peter kinda looks like shit, sorry king. He was a little bit crying earlier, then tony called and he switched into stressed out ball-of-anxiety mode. Distractions are good, its okay. Peter opens the door for harley and they like introduce each other all awkward (again sorry) and peter shows harley where he is staying. Harley doesnt really have muchhhh bc he was kicked out and all. He just has a suitcase full of clothes, his favorite blanket, his favorite stuffed animal (yeah whatever bc ofc he does) and his phone/charger. He sets all his stuff down at once. He thanks peter for letting him stay in his apartment and also said sorry. First thing peter noticed was harley’s accent. Stfu. peter asks why harley’s here- ok. Harleys had a long ass day. Too fucking long. He- he breaks down. He tells peter a lot. About how his mom found out that he was gay, and how she told him never to come back. Yikes. Anyways, this is establishing the beginning of their relationship as friends. Peter is there for him even though he doesn’t know him at all. Peter sees some of himself in harley in this moment, even though he’s not talking about himself yet. Eventually harley does ask about peter, and they really just get to know each other really quick. They have these deep scarring individual traumas, and neither has nearly recovered, but they find comfort in just knowing that theyre not alone in their suffering. At least for now. At least in this moment.

Section 5: the next day. Peter and harley spent that whole night talking about what they were going through. Peter said good night at around 5 am (there were no adults around they can do what they want to) and they both got good sleeps. In peter’s case, one of the first solid nights he’s had in a while. Harley was kept up a little longer after peter left, however, because he just couldn’t shut off his mind. It was really cathartic for him to just lay everything out there and for someone to just accept him. Peter told him he was bi, but he was.. Lucky. He had accepting people in his life. May was accepting. God, harley couldn’t fathom having lost everyone in his life, everyone he ever cared about, and still having the heart to sit and talk with the dumbass anxious gay kid who can’t go home anymore. His problems felt so small compared to peter’s, and all he could do was admire peter’s resilience and how he was seemingly able to bounce back from anything. God, peter was something. He couldn’t wait to get to know him more. With that thought circling in his head, he finally went to sleep at oh shit 6:30 am. Peter woke up around 1. Harley at 2. When harley woke up, peter was watching tv and eating cereal on the couch and he just sat down next to him. No words, just sleepy children being sleepy. They stayed like this for like an hour when someone knocked on their door. Enter stephen strange!!!!!!!!!!! Get excited people. Hes just coming in to check on them bc tony told him to, and he didn’t get the chance last night bc he was _busy_. K so now he’s here and hes awkward and he just wants to make sure these boys r okay bc theyve both been through too much recently, and it would be just the cherry on top if they didn’t get along. Him and harley had never actually met before so he like introduced himself and all that. Offered like if they needed anything he was there, and its only gonna be a few days until tony gets back (did i say a week earlier? Im retconning that bc i cannot find it in my writing so it is now retconned). Peter and harley just have to sort of explain to dr strange that theyre getting along gREAT and there is no need for concern….. And peter was even thinking about showing harley around the city a bit that night (something he had not yet told harley, but wanted to make it seem like he was doing well and not acting too depressed in front of Dr. Strange) so dr strange is like yeah !!!!!! do that, that sounds super fun petey !!!!!! and so now they have evening plans

ok ps I wrote this like 2 weeks ago and completely forgot I posted something on Tumblr about this fic idea, and so this is literally just how I talk to myself. was not gonna ever post this but then I decided to because I'm bored. there are more sections but I'm not gonna post them rn because this post is really fucking long already!!!!

[rextasywrites]

Little Darling 7 - a Lady Dimitrescu x Mia Winters fanfiction

"“Yes. I doubt you are gonna kill me after we have gotten so far with our plan. Go on, Alcina”, Mia said and closed her eyes, tilting her head a tiny bit. As if she was leaning in for another kiss from the tall vampire. This newfound bound of trust felt good and Lady Dimitrescu could barely contain herself anymore. As she drew her lips closer to Mia’s neck, she let every kind of sensation burn into her head. From the way Mia's skin felt, so soft and taken care of. A skin routine she’d have to ask her about. The way Mia's hair smelt and felt. It was freshly washed after Lady Dimitrescu had told her to take a cold shower after her latest anxiety attack - cold showers helped ground Mia and Alcina alike. Her shampoo was a creation from Lady Dimitrescu, a mixture of burnt wine stems and lye, something she had used back when she was alive."

the attack is drawing closer, but Lady Dimitrescu has some needs of her own. how is Rosy doing? Mia is falling apart, can Alcina catch the pieces and glue them together again?

two chapters in one day? hell yeah! enjoy it and let me know what your opinion on certain ideas is... ;)

Warnings: Blood drinking

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3  Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

It’s been three weeks since Chris Redfield disappeared with Rosy and Ethan started his one man army to get her back. Little did they know what would await them in the lab, little did they know what avalanche they set loose.

*

Something Mia loved about her body was that it adjusted to time zone changes rather quickly. Even back in the day with her ‘job’, she was the first one to get rid of any jet lags, and the last one to complain about troubles while flying. Even here in Romania, some of the worst days in her life, Mia could sleep rather well and without troubles.

The night before the vampires and her would head to the lab, Mia slept like a baby. Lady Dimitrescu must have put something into her food, but the relaxation was welcome as her stiff muscles ached for soft and comfort. Lady Dimitrescu had decided to stay over the night with her, not letting her be alone in fear she might do something...something she might regret later on.

Lady Dimitrescu was always cold - one of the perks of being dead. The only heat spurt she could experience would be when the mold was hungry and begging her for new blood. And one of those heat spurts was currently happening. Mia looked so delicious in her nightgown, barely reaching down to the middle of her thighs. Of course, Lady Dimitrescu could wait until tomorrow and drink from the fallen soldiers...but where was the fun in that?

Around two in the morning, Mia woke from her slumber to a Lady Dimitrescu staring at her. “...Did I do something?”, she asked once she noticed the stares from her new friend. Lady Dimitrescu shook her head, which confused Mia even more, “Then what’s the matter?”

“You look delicious.”

“...I am gonna take this as a compliment?”, Mia frowned as Lady Dimitrescu moved closer to her, placing a hand on her cheek.

“I don’t think you understand what I mean. My body is longing for you, Mia…”

“Wait, you want to have sex with me?”

“No no...don’t you worry. Only with your consent. But right now, I lust for your blood. Can you feel how warm I am?”

“Yes?”

“That’s the mold telling me to get blood into my system. The rare steak from yesterday didn’t do its job, and I can do so much until the mold becomes...unpleasant. So, my question to you is - Will you let me drink from you?”

Mia looked at Lady Dimitrescu as if she had asked to marry her, but oh well...not the weirdest thing that had happened in her life. “But where from? My neck? My wrists?”

“So you are alright with it?”, Lady Dimitrescu reassured herself and Mia.

“Yes. I doubt you are gonna kill me after we have gotten so far with our plan. Go on, Alcina”, Mia said and closed her eyes, tilting her head a tiny bit. As if she was leaning in for another kiss from the tall vampire. This newfound bound of trust felt good and Lady Dimitrescu could barely contain herself anymore.

As she drew her lips closer to Mia’s neck, she let every kind of sensation burn into her head. From the way Mia's skin felt, so soft and taken care of. A skin routine she’d have to ask her about. The way Mia's hair smelt and felt. It was freshly washed after Lady Dimitrescu had told her to take a cold shower after her latest anxiety attack - cold showers helped ground Mia and Alcina alike. Her shampoo was a creation from Lady Dimitrescu, a mixture of burnt wine stems and lye, something she had used back when she was alive.

“Just relax Mia. It’s gonna sting a little bit but I won’t hurt you badly.”, Lady Dimitrescu calmed Mia down once more as she had picked up how her chest rose and fell at an alarming rate. Her lips connected with the pulse point on Mia’s neck, slowly sucking on it before her teeth pushed out. They dug through the sensitive skin, making Mia jump in surprise. Lady Dimitrescu tightened her grip on Mia to assure she would stay put. Once Mia was calm enough, Lady Dimitrescu started to suck, taking in the metallic tasting blood. But there was an undertone. Something was tingling against Lady Dimitrescu’s tongue, and she had only felt that kind of tingle before.

A few minutes passed before Lady Dimitrescu let go of Mia. The other woman was still a bit shocked, but there was something else lingering in the air. Something so familiar yet new. They stared into each other's eyes, Lady Dimitrescu lapping away the blood from her lips, the bit that had spilled in her hunger. “Do you want to taste your own blood?”

Before Lady Dimitrescu could add something, Mia jumped on her lap, connecting their lips again. This desire, the need for closeness...it’s not that Mia was unfamiliar with it. No, Ethan loved her plenty of times before their world turned dark, but Alcina had her wrapped around her finger. Like a good little pet she lapped up every bit of blood still present in her mouth, the taste and texture appealing to a weird level. Mia couldn’t stand meats of all kinds, but the taste of human blood became more and more appealing. Guess that’s what staying with a vampire does to one.

“We shouldn’t be doing this”, Mia breathed against Alcina’s lips which were curled into a smirk.

“And yet we are doing it.”, Alcina chuckled as Mia got off her lap, shaking her head. “Thank you for letting me drink, my dearest...but I do have a question for you.”

“Hm?”

“I tasted you. And...I felt a weird undertaste that I had only had in a few cases over the hundreds of years, and-”

“Oh my God, do you mean I am ill? Do I have cancer?”

“No no, dearest...you are pregnant.”

*

“Mr. Redfield?”, one of the scientists ran up to the commander of the whole operation, out of breath and confused.

“What is it?”, Chris looked up from his coffee and newspaper, not too much interested in the concern of the man. They had everything planned through, why the sudden wave of nervousness?

The scientists pointed towards the direction where he came from, gesturing wildly, “You kidn- took a baby from the Winters family, right?”

“Yeah. Why? Spit it out!”

“We have a kid in the cell, demanding apple juice, fish craskers and a hug from her Mommy. And she demands to see her Mommy as soon as possible.”

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck no, not again…”

[marauder-exe]

Outburst- Sirius Black x reader

Prompt: “I'm in love with you! Is that what you wanna hear?”

word count: 1506

A/n: Hihi! This is my first full fic so id love your feedback!, Requests are open as always. Thank u :)

It fucking sucked. Your best friend, Sirius had been ignoring you all week, most days you where practically attached at the hip, inseparable and content. But one day, out of the blue, he started ignoring you, like what the fuck? Being close with the marauders since first year, you tried to ask them what was up with him, but all you received was a chorus of ‘i dunno’s . It was utterly frustrating to be honest, and it honestly hurt. You'd been crushing on him since second year, in love since third. It was hard, keeping the biggest secret from your best friend for the last four years, but you couldn't tell him, tell notorious playboy Sirius Black, that you've been in love with him since he had cheered you up with endless jokes and stories that one night you'd been crying in the hallway all those years go. It was impossible, if you told him you'd loose him, fuck up your friendship and be alone again, but if you didn't tell him, you'd be stuck, crushed under the weight of your love while he goes rendezvousing with some 6th year. You couldn't live with him and you couldn't live without him. You where undeniably, irrevocably in love with him and he hadn't the faintest idea. But today you where determined to find out why he had been avoiding you, all the moving seats away from you in classes, the avoiding you in the great hall, the library, the common room, what was it all for?

So the next day you woke up, you where on a mission, You stretched and yawned, sitting up in your bed, looking at your picture of the marauders and you, you started to get ready for the day, you where on a mission. You mentally checked your timetable, for what lessons you had with Sirius, Herbology, DADA, and care of magical creatures. Perfect Care of magical creatures was the last lesson of the day and he couldn't possibly avoid you. So your day went along, slowly may I add. Herbology, divination, DADA, muggle studies, alchemy, Sirius desperately trying to avoid your burning glare through your shared lessons, which was pretty hard. Lily had come up to you during Herbology, to ask what was up with you and Sirius, knowing you two where never out of each others sight, but you couldn't exactly give her a solid answer. Then you saw something in her eyes, a little glint of something.

“Ahhhh righttttt.” She dragged on.

“what is it lils? Do you know something? Did James tell you something? Why that slimy git!” You quickly perked up. Although you didn't miss the blush that crept on her pale face at the mention of James.

She quickly shook her head “Nope, just heard a little something through the grape vine.” She smirked.

“I swear to merlin lils if you don't tell me ill strangle you with that grape vine!”

“Ah ah ah, all in due time, peaches.” You smirked and saddened at the thought of where the nickname came from. Your very classy best friends, the marauders, well mostly James, decided it would be a great idea for you to flash the whole school your underwear. A cute set with peaches on them. Sirius stopped them after a few seconds, citing it was a bit insensitive, and he would do it to lily if James tried that again, but you didn't miss Sirius’ little whisper, ‘they do look cute doll’, You smiled, you and Sirius had always been like that, flirty. It broke your heart every time because you knew he didn't mean it. You huffed.

“Fine, lils but if I don't find out soon I will blow my lid”

She smiled, shook her head and started to walk away, she turned “You'll be blowing more then that when you find out”

what was she possibly on about?

The conversation lingered in your mind for a dew hours after, a strange strange woman she was, but you could see why James was in love with her, You longed for something like that. Care of magical creatures finally rolled around, you'd been anxious all lesson, dreading and anticipating your chat with Sirius. Classes with professor Kettleburn where always exciting, I mean the man was missing half of his limbs, for god sake. Although it passed by fairly quickly, your nerves went up and up. The end of the class came and you saw Sirius make a dash back to the castle, obviously not wanting to speak to you, the marauders drawled slowly behind, talking about whatever.

“Sirius! Sirius!” You shouted, but he just quickened his pace. As you neared the whomping willow, you quickly ran up to him, pushed him against the tree, and stuck your wand at his neck. “Why wont you talk to me?”

James, Peter and Remus quietly made a bet as the scene unfolded. “ Bets on that he’ll choke” James clearly had a lot of faith in his friend.

“I don't think he’ll tell her” Peter squeaked. Thanks man.

“Nah, he’ll tell her” At least someone believed in his friend.

“Alright 5 galleons he chokes?” James challenged.

“Bet”

“I have no clue what your talking about” Sirius said offhandedly.

You removed your wand from his neck, you where not playing this game.

“You know what im talking about, You've avoided me this entire week. Practically attached at the hip for the Last 6 years and now! Now is the time you deicide you've had enough. What is it Sirius? What are you running from? What's got Hogwarts stone faced, witty, playboy so down? Why wont you fucking talk to me?” You belted, not caring who would hear. He grew angrier from each word you spoke, until he stood his full ground, shoulders squared, looking hurt and angry.

“’m in love with you! Is that what you wanna hear?”

That's when it hit you, he couldn't, He's Sirius black, playboy extraordinaire, he couldn't possibly love you.

“Sirius…”

“What? That-that iv'e been in love with you since I saw you in first year, that my heart aches every time I see you because I know you don't feel the same, that I have to sleep with every girl under the sun to try to forget that you couldn't possibly love a man like me. You wanna hear how I notice how angelic you look in the morning, even after crashing in my bed from exhaustion? How every morning you look at the picture of us and the marauders you have on your night stand because “you always want to begin the day with your best friends” on the off chance you don't see one of us today? Or the fact that since the day ive met you ive never seen you wear a single pair of matching socks because your superstitious and their lucky? How you have books practically falling out of your dorm its that jam packed, because you want to read every book ever created? How you look so perfect without even trying? Even when you've been swimming, or not slept in days, or haven't showered in a week, even then you look unbelievably perfect I wonder what we did to deserve you being friends with us? I wonder what I did to have someone as perfect as you in my life? Huh? How ill never have a chance with you because of how undeniably perfect you are? How you deserve someone smart like Remus, or sporty like James? Someone who you would undeniably be perfect with? But they're not in love with you, I am! And as much as you don't feel the same I really hope this doesn't ruin our fucking friendship just because im fucking in love wit you!”

By the end of his speech he looked so exhausted, like the weight of the world had just been lifted off of his shoulders, while you just stood there, dumbfounded. The boy you've been head over heels for since 2nd year liked you back. You just stared, stared and stared. You where left absolutely speechless. He took that as a bad sign, a tear rolled down his cheek as he turned to walk away, muttering a quiet ‘that's what I thought’.

You had to do something, anything before he walked away. So, you ran up to him and pulled him down for what had to be on of The Most Passionate Kisses In The History Of Kisses ©. Its like all the emotion over the past 6 years had been poured into the kiss, only to be broken apart by hearing your friends dry heaving in the background, you shot them a death glare and turned back to Sirius, who had the most lovestruck look on his face.

“So, you feel the same?” He smiled.

“Of course I do, dummy” You two where so enthralled in each other you missed Peter and James each slipping 5 galleons into Remus’ hand with disgruntled looks on their faces while he just smirked

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Caught in The Act (Bakugou x Reader)

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Part 2

After waking up the next morning your dazed mind tried to make sense of the stiff and bizarre feelings of your body—the most pressing being the cracking dryness of your mouth and throat. Your dense tongue felt like sandpaper as you made your way out of your bed and towards the kitchen.

In your groggy state, you thoughtlessly swung your bedroom door open.

“What the–?” you gasped. A sudden startle in your chest caused you to take a slight stumble backwards, ‘Oh yeah, that happened.’ The startle immediately died and transformed into something limp and heavy enough to weigh down your heart at the sight of unfaithful Satan himself– Katsuki Bakugou.

He was droopily propped up against the wall as he rest with his back against it— his sleeping form facing you from across the hall.

In most other circumstances this scene would be hilarious as Kirishima’s body seemed to be the only thing keeping him from falling to the ground– his head uncomfortably jammed into Bakugou’s shoulder. His neck would be on fire when he woke up.

Yeah, this would be hilarious if it weren’t for the immense and sudden heartbreak you felt when you looked at Bakugou’s face. The calmness on his features made your stomach fold in on itself as you recalled just how contrastly expressive he was last night as he jammed his raw self into a stranger.  A shiver ran down your spine.

In the corner of your eye, you spotted a mass of chunky liquid, and upon further inspection, your esophagus lurched at the sight and rancid smell of vomit.

You had to actively fight the urge to throw your hand to your forehead for a heavy smack.

God, it was entirely too sad that you knew exactly whose stomach this bile belonged to.

You slightly danced on the balls of your feet and tried to decide on what to do next. Waking Bakugou up was the last thing you wanted to do—you were absolutely not ready to face him just yet, but you couldn’t just leave Kirishima in this pitiful state. He wouldn’t ever do that to you.

“Fuck it,” You gave a short silent sigh and shook the anxiety from your hands before making your way over to the pair. You pressed your lips together to keep from making any noise as you awkwardly raised your hands and caressed the air in front of you. As you  began to smoothly sway your hands, the air around Kirishima danced to your whim.

You made certain that a constant draft held Bakugou in the same position as you used your free hand to will Kirishima’s body upwards and onto your shoulder like a hug. You slowly released Bakugou to the ground before sharply grabbing onto Kirshima with both hands so that he wouldn’t slip away.

You had to fight the groan that almost escaped your lips as his full body weight rested against you suddenly, ‘Okay. Here we go.’ You cheered yourself on as you clumsily hobbled with him in your arms.

Making your way to his bedroom was easily the simpler part of your Kirishima heist, although you may have dropped him onto his bed a lot rougher than you had meant to, “Whoopsie!” you quietly squeaked as his ragdoll body flopped harshly onto his mattress.

As you made your way out of the room, Krishima was beginning to stir himself awake. He was already blinking his eyes open when you returned from the bathroom with a pot, hot cloth and ratty toothbrush in hand.

You just gave him your spare toothbrush last week, but it was already looking like a family heirloom passed from the dark ages. Both him and Bakugou brush so aggressively.

The thought caused an unexpected and painful jolt in your ribcage as you leaned over to wipe the vomit from Kirshima’s face.

“Hey… you okay?” his voice slurred.

How the hell was he still drunk? It’s been at least a few hours since his last drink. For some reason this thought caused your heart to flutter with hope. Maybe Bakugou really wasn’t in his right mind last night.

No. No.

No!

You immediately reprimanded this thought for existing as you pushed it into time-out in a dark space in your mind so that it couldn’t trouble you again. Drunk or not, he cheated on you. He completely disrespected your guys’ relationship—he completely disrespected you.

You looked down to Kiri with a stumbling grin and desperately tried to maintain this expression, “I’m not the one bathing in his own throw up,” you lamely retorted finally, causing him to reluctantly smile back at you before easing back into his slumber.

As soon as he closed his eyes again your smile faded out of existence and you continued to solemnly wipe him down with the cloth. You had always joked to Bakugou that Kirishima was great practice for when the two of you had kids. That was always the excuse that you had given him whenever he brought up ditching the redhead as a roommate.

But would the two of you ever even have children now?

All of the internal planning that you did; all of the dreams that you had built together seemed to reside on flimsy foundation, and they were all crumbling to dust right in front of your very eyes.

The weight of the situation seemed to finally lay fully upon you. You didn’t know if you could handle staying with a cheater. So, it really was over then?

Just like that?

You threw the back of your hand to your mouth as you felt an unexpected sob try to free itself form your body. You fought it back, but it seemed to run to your eyes for release instead. You lost this battle as a few tears fell down your cheeks.

“H-hey…” a hoarse voice suddenly snapped you out of your emotion. You snapped your head up to the open bedroom door and saw Bakugou staring at you with an unreadable expression. His eyes were slightly widened with his eyebrows coming in to meet each other. His typical scowl was present but seemed to be of a different flavor than usual.

He also seemed to notice his change of character and immediately corrected himself as he cleared his throat and shoved his hands into his pants pockets, “I mean uh—good morning…” he hardened his face as he threw his soft glare away from you and towards the ground.

You couldn’t reply to him as your mind could only focus on replaying the repulsing events that you had witness only hours before. He was certainly unable to feel the surge of emotions that collided within you, so he continued talking anyway, “I tried to get the idiot into bed last night, but he wouldn’t listen,” he pointed to Kirishima.

Tried to get him into bed, huh? I wonder how long it took that bitch to try and get him into bed.

You still couldn’t bring yourself to speak to him as your face slowly began to shrivel into itself. The sight of him made you sick. You calmly got up and moved past him to make your way towards the kitchen. You needed to eat something. Your stomach felt physically ill.

His face became more annoyed as you continued to walk without making eye contact with him, “So anyway,” he roughly continued as you moved past him, causing your stomach to lurch as the sound of his nearby voice. He followed you regardless, “I couldn’t- uh- sleep a lot last night so I…” his voice gradually became softer as he spoke, “I made you breakfast,” he finally blurted.

You gawked at the sight of your kitchen. The bar was filled with breakfast foods including eggs, bacon, fruit salad, waffles, coffee, potatoes and your guys’ favorite—spicy gravy and biscuits.

“Get outta the way,” he softly commanded as he brushed past you and into the kitchen, “Let me warm it up for you.” You could only blankly stare as he prepared you a plate and slid it in front of you on the bar. You knew that he liked to cook, but this was a lot much for you at the moment,

“Katsuki, I—”

“Just shut up!” he barked, “It’s not a big deal. I was just up.” He angrily snapped his gaze from you before his eyes slightly widened at his own words. You silently blinked a few times in shock as he hurriedly tried to fix his phrasing, “I mean– I wanted to do something for you so… just let me do that,” he tried to calm his voice through slightly gritted teeth, “So are you gonna eat it, or what?” he snapped.

You raised one eyebrow, before sitting down and grabbing a fork full of biscuit and reluctantly placing it into your mouth. Pleased, Bakugou threw you a nod before heading back out of the kitchen, “You go ahead and eat that,” he ordered, “I’ll go run us some bath water, you like bubbles and shit, right?” he awkwardly shifted his weight. You clenched your fork as your hands instinctively made a fist.

A small, painful laugh emerged from your sore throat, “Bubbles and shit? That’s what you think it takes, huh?”

Your laugh stung against your vocal cords as it became wilder. Bakugou could only quietly harden his glare again as you continued, “Why did it take so much for you to start loving me?” You laughed crazily.

“What?” he finally snapped a response.

You stood up from your seat as you slid the pate away from you, all jokes aside, “Did it really take fucking another bitch in front of me to get you to be nice to me for once?” you stormed up to him and roughly prodded an accusing finger into his chest.

Surprise befell your expression as he smacked your hand way from him, “Look, I fucked up okay?!” his voice became suddenly loud, “Can we just fucking move past it?”

Your jaw dropped as anger erupted through your open mouth, “Are you KIDDING ME?!” you tried to usurp his volume, “Move past it!? The image is burned in my mind. The way you were looking at her. I…” your voice began to crack as tears once again paraded pathetically down your face, “You don’t even look that way at me anymore. It completely kills me Katsuki, that it took her two seconds to do what took me two years to do!” you cried.

He suddenly seemed very unsure of himself for once, “T-that’s not fucking true I—”

“Is it not?! Do you know the last time you even told me that you loved me? Not in a ‘I love you too’ greeting kind of way! I sure as hell don’t,” you threw your hands up and shook your head incredulously, “I mean, Katsuki, I don’t even know why you’re with me! My quirk?! Is that it?! We both graduated the toward the top of our class, right?” you mocked, “Are you with me to stroke your ego? Huh? Being with the strongest girl at U.A.??”

Every ounce of reluctance was immediately wiped from his expression and was replaced by pure rage, “DON’T BE FUCKING RIDICULOUS!” He roared as hurt flashed across his eyes.

“Then what is it then?” you crossed you arms and bounced on your heels as you waited for him to reply. Your heart fell as he tried to form words with his lips, but nothing came out.

The unsureness on his face once again returned, leaving your heart in absolute shambles, “T-that’s…” you had to fight back a sob, “that’s what I thought.” You wish you hadn’t.

“DAMMIT Y/N,” he roughly grabbed you by the arms and shook you slightly, his eyes filled to the brim with desperation, “What the fuck do you want me to do about it?! It’s already happened. I can’t take it back!” You snatched yourself away from him and sent a gust of wind in his direction to keep him at a distance.

“You’re damn right.” You lowly agreed as tears continued to roll down your cheeks, “But you can take this back,” your voice cracked as you fiddled with the ring on your left hand. You finally ripped the damn thing off.

The man in front of you froze, “What…” Bakugou could feel his heart tighten at the sight of your bare hand– it was like his lungs had forgotten how to breath.

“Take your stupid ass, fake ass ring back,” you chucked the silver band at the man in front of you, “It obviously means nothing to you.” You croaked as you sent a weakened glare at him.

“Wha.. Y/N, baby,” he reached out to grab your hand but a barrier of swirling wind had tossed his hand aside and prevented him from doing so.

Bakugou watched in horror at your face as it contorted in utter hatred for him. You had never looked at him that way before twelve hours ago. No matter that dumb shit that he said or did, you always lifted him up.

Bakugou knew that he was a raging mess of a man. He knew that he didn’t deserve you, but he never wanted it to get to the point where you knew that too. Seeing you watch him with such resentment was his greatest fear coming to eat him alive.

Maybe it really was over.

No, he could still fix this. He wouldn’t loose. He wouldn’t loose you.

“No—Don’t go, dammit!” he screamed at you as you turned to walk towards the front door– his voice cracking, “Y/N, I-I just fucked up okay!” he desperately tried to excuse himself. As he fought against your wind, the tears that formed in his eye were immediately blown away,

“Wait!” he croaked out as his shaking arm reached into your tornado of a barrier. He finally pushed his way in enough to grab a hold of your arm. He yanked you to him as he fell to the ground on his knees, “Please, don’t leave me…” he cried through gritted teeth as he buried his face into your stomach,

“I-I am so in love with you,” he begged as he painfully gripped your waist, “Don’t give up on me…” tears finally could freely roll down his cheeks as he sobbed loudly into your abdomen.

Should Y/N leave him? Or should she try to stay and work things out one more time?

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