#i’m getting ansty (waiting for her to come out)

[dorkydiaz]

this sister in law is 🥴🤨🫤

[httpvomitello]

Can we get a bayverse tmnt boys scenarios for each one what if their S/O decides to scare them for fun one day by sneaking up on them but they end up hurting them really bad with their weapon out of reflex and the s/o has to go to the hospital and almost lost her life? I need something ansty😃

omg YES! I also need a little bit of angst right now. I hope you like it! ♡♡♡♡

In Too Deep *⁠.⁠✧

Leonardo

It was meant to be a harmless prank. Just a playful scare, something they thought would make Leo laugh. After all, for someone as serious as him, he could use a good surprise every now and then, right? They watched him in the training room, his focus unwavering as he practiced with his twin katanas.

The perfect opportunity.

They waited for the right moment, and when his back was turned, they leapt out from behind a pillar, shouting, “Gotcha!”

Leo’s reaction was instant, years of training kicked in. Before they could blink, he spun around, katana flashing through the air. The blade met flesh, and then, all they felt was pain. A sharp, burning pain as the katana sliced deep into their side.

Their scream echoed in the room, and Leo’s face went pale.

“No...” he gasped, his katana slipping from his hands and clattering to the floor. His heart raced as he rushed forward, catching them as they crumpled to the ground. Blood, so much blood, was already seeping between his fingers as he tried to apply pressure to the wound. "I... I didn’t mean... I thought you were someone else!"

Their breathing was shallow, their skin pale as they struggled to keep their eyes open. "Leo..." they whispered, their voice weak.

Leo flinched at the words, guilt gnawing at him. "I... I didn’t mean to…"

"Yeah, well you did," they provoked, though the effort drained them. Their anger was quickly overshadowed by the searing pain, but the frustration remained.

Leo’s heart felt like it was breaking in his chest. He was the leader, the one who was supposed to protect them. And now, he had hurt the person he cared about most. “Don’t talk, save your strength,” he urged, though his voice cracked. His hands were soaked in their blood, and it was spreading too fast.

Without a second thought, Leo carefully scooped them up, cradling them in his arms, and bolted toward the surface. Every second felt like an eternity as he sprinted through the sewers and into the night. His heart pounded as he reached the hospital, slipping through the back alleyways, making sure no one saw him.

Once he reached the back entrance, Leo gently laid them on the cold ground, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His hands trembled as he pulled out his phone, his fingers shaking as he dialed April’s number.

"April, I need you at the hospital. Now," his voice was strained, thick with guilt and desperation. He couldn’t stay. If anyone saw him, it could make things worse. "Please… they’re hurt. Bad."

Before she could even respond, he hung up, casting one last glance at their pale, unconscious form. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered before slipping away into the shadows, but staying close to the hospital room window once they received treatment.

Raphael

Raph had always been on edge. It didn’t take much to set him off, and they knew that. But still, they couldn’t resist trying to scare him, just once. He always teased them about being too slow to sneak up on him, so today, they decided to prove him wrong.

They crept up behind him while he was lifting weights in the training room, knowing he was in his own little world. When they were close enough, they grabbed his shoulders and shouted, “Surprise!”

In a heartbeat, Raph whirled around, sai in hand, swinging hard. His weapon struck with a sickening thud, embedding itself deep into their stomach.

Their body jerked from the impact, and their eyes widened as they crumpled forward, collapsing into Raph’s arms.

“Fuck!” Raph gasped, his sai falling to the ground as he caught them. Blood poured from the wound, staining his hands as he pressed desperately against their abdomen. "Shit, no! What the hell was you thinking?" His voice cracked, thick with panic and fear.

Their breaths were shallow, weak. They blinked up at him, eyes filled with pain and fury. "You idiot!" they wheezed, wincing at the sharp pain. "Who... swings a weapon that hard without looking?"

Raph’s face paled as the guilt hit him like a freight train. "I—I didn’t know it was you!" he stammered, the panic in his voice rising. "Fuck, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to..."

Their groan cut him off, and the anger drained from them, leaving behind only pain. Raph could see the fear and confusion in their eyes, and it made his chest tighten even more.

Without wasting another second, Raph lifted them into his arms, bolting through the lair and out into the night. His heart raced as he ran, their body limp in his arms.

By the time he reached the hospital, his chest was heaving with panic. He didn’t stop until he reached the emergency room back entrance, carefully laying them on the pavement. He couldn’t stay, not with people around, but he couldn’t leave them alone either.

He pulled out his phone, dialing April with shaking hands. "April, you gotta get to the hospital," he rasped, his voice barely recognizable. "Please... they’re hurt. Bad. Just get here." He hung up after she respond, his chest tight with fear. He bent down, placing a kiss on their forehead, and whispered, "I’m sorry... for everything."

Donatello

Donnie was always absorbed in his work. His mind ran a mile a minute, lost in blueprints and inventions. They knew it was hard to get his attention sometimes, but today, they were feeling playful. Sneaking up on him while he tinkered with his latest project in the lab seemed harmless. He’d never expect it.

They crept up behind him, heart racing with anticipation. Once they were close enough, they grabbed his shoulder, shouting, “Boo!”

Donnie spun around, staff already in hand. Before he could register who it was, his bo connected with their ribs, the impact sending them crashing into the shelves behind them. The crack of bone echoed through the lab, followed by a choked gasp of pain.

“What the...” Donnie dropped his bo, rushing to their side as they crumpled to the floor. They clutched their side, gasping for air, their skin paling by the second. Blood dripped from their mouth, and Donnie’s heart plummeted into his stomach.

"You didn’t have to hit so hard, you know," they tried to laugh, glaring up at him, their eyes filled with pain but also a flicker of annoyance.

Donnie’s face blanched, guilt hitting him like a tidal wave. "I-I didn’t mean to… I thought…" He stammered, his mind racing, trying to figure out how to fix it, but the sight of them bleeding, pale, and weak in front of him shattered his ability to think straight.

Their breaths were shallow, labored, and panic surged through him. He couldn't let them die. Not because of him.

Donnie gathered them in his arms, moving faster than he ever had before. His mind screamed with every step as he raced to the hospital. Once there, he slipped through the back, ensuring no one saw him. Gently, he laid them on the ground, his hands shaking.

He pulled out his phone and called April.

"April, please, you have to come. They’re hurt," his voice cracked. "I can’t… I hurt them." He didn’t wait for her response, too overwhelmed by the guilt clawing at his heart. He brushed a trembling hand over their cheek and whispered, "I’ll fix this. I promise."

But as he slipped back into the shadows, he knew some things couldn’t be fixed.

Michelangelo

Mikey loved a good prank. He was always the one pulling jokes on them, so this time, they decided to get him back. It was innocent enough, right? Just a scare. They saw him on the couch, totally engrossed in a video game, and figured it was the perfect time.

They crept up behind him, suppressing their laughter as they leaned over the back of the couch and shouted, “Surprise!”

Without thinking, Mikey swung his nunchaku back in defense, the metal striking hard against their temple. The force sent them crumpling to the floor, blood already trickling down their face.

“Oh no!” Mikey gasped, immediately dropping his nunchaku as he knelt beside them, his hands trembling. “No, no, no, no! What did I do?” Tears welled in his eyes as he cradled their head in his hands, trying to stop the bleeding.

"Of all the reactions, you chose to hit me?" they muttered, their voice weak. "It was a joke, Mikey."

Mikey felt like he had been punched in the gut. “I didn’t mean to! I swear!” He could see the frustration in their eyes, but it was quickly fading into pain, and his heart broke.

They groaned in pain, their eyes unfocused, struggling to stay conscious.

"Mikey…" they whispered his name.

Tears streamed down Mikey’s face as he scooped them up, his heart pounding in his chest. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” he whispered, panic rising with every step he took toward the lair’s exit. He ran through the streets, his focus solely on getting them help, their weak breaths the only sound he could hear.

When he reached the hospital, Mikey carefully laid them down near the entrance. He couldn’t go inside without risking exposure, but he couldn’t leave them alone either. He fumbled for his phone, trying to call April with shaking hands.

“April, please,” he begged as soon as she answered. “Get to the hospital. They’re hurt… and it’s my fault.”

Mikey hung up after she confirmed that she would soon arrive there, tears still streaming down his cheeks as he bent down, brushing a hand over their hair. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered before slipping into the shadows, but staying close when he saw April coming.

[manebioniclegali]

Coming Up Roses

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Damien surprises you after your performance.

Word count: 1053, fluff

(a/n: this has actually been sitting for a while bc i didn’t like the beginning paragraph when I first wrote it, so it had to go thru some revisions that took way too long to get to lol (plus, figuring out a title took a while. Still not sure about it but oh well). Happy Valentine's Day! Enjoy!)

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Performance jitters linger while you bound out from backstage, searching amongst the crowd milling in the aisles of the theatre for familiar faces. As you ford through the throng of people, acquaintances interrupt their conversations to congratulate you as you pass, and you respond in delighted surprise. It’s harder to see now that you’re amongst everyone else, faces blending together, but eventually you spot a certain someone standing by his seat in the aisle. You gasp and practically run over to the man you’re happiest to see. “Damien! I didn’t think you’d make it!”

Damien passes his cane to his other hand so he can bring you in for a hug, smile bright and warm. You barely keep yourself from melting in his embrace. “Of course I would! I wouldn’t miss watching my girl perform.”

My girl. Your heart flutters, face warming pleasantly. You’re not used to it yet; part of you hopes it never happens. Thankfully, with your face hidden in his chest, he can’t see your blush, and you’re mostly certain it’s gone by the time you pull away.

“Plus,” he continues, leaning in conspiratorially, “I had Marjorie cover for me.” He grins boyishly, and you can’t help but grin back.

“Good. I owe her one,” you half joke. At the very least, you’ll have to offer your gratitude. “How much did you get to see?”

“Most of it. Darling, you were brilliant.”

Your expression grows bashful. “Oh, come on, now.”

“No, really.” Damien brushes his thumb across your cheek. “I’m proud of you.”

Bashful turns to pure shyness, but you’re so glad he thinks that, more warmth blooming in your chest. “Thank you.”

“But of course.” He kisses your forehead. “You deserve it.”

You’re blushing again, but he’s glancing around the room, thankfully oblivious to it. Actually, you think he looks at the seat first, as if there was supposed to be something there. “Is there anyone else you’d like to speak with? Do you want to go find who you were talking with beforehand?”

You shake your head. “Just some people I know. I wasn’t in conversation long, I can always talk with them later.”

“Good.” Damien smiles, and you think he’s relieved. “We can leave, then, if you like.”

You take a moment to think about it, thrown off by how quickly he’s considering leaving, but you really have nothing else keeping you here if he wants to chat elsewhere. “…Sure!”

“Alright. Let me go find a valet to pull the car around.”

You nod. “Mm-hm. That’ll give me time to get my things from backstage and see if the director needs anything else from us.”

“Good.” He kisses your cheek. “I’ll meet you outside.”

You nod again, trying to keep a stupid grin from meandering across your face. “Alright.”

Damien gives you one last smile and heads out of the theatre, while you all but skip back to your dressing room.

~*~*~*~

Damien’s car pulls in just as you make it to the sidewalk, and you let out a sigh of relief. You would have been embarrassed if you had kept him waiting; some of the people backstage had wanted to chat, and you entertained them as long as you could before your anstiness took over. Damien gets out of the backseat once the car is parked, and the valet opens the trunk before handing the keys off to Damien. You take that as your cue to hand your things to the valet, who places them carefully in the trunk, although you do the honors with some pieces that need careful positioning.

Once you’re done with that, Damien comes around to open the door for you, and you dip your head with a “Thank you,” sliding into the passenger seat. You pay no mind to the rear driver’s side door opening and closing, instead looking out the window at the building you just left. Upon hearing the actual driver’s door open, you turn towards him, only to see a large bouquet of various flowers before you. A gasp flies from you. “Oh, Damien!”

Damien’s smiling face pokes out from behind the arrangement. “Here you are, my dear.”

Mouth open, you take the flowers from him, staring down at them. “Oh. Wow. They’re really for me?”

He nods. “Yes. I meant to give them to you right after the show, but in my hurry to get in and see you, it slipped my mind.” He chuckles. “Thankfully the night is mild.”

Delicately, you brush your hand against the petals. There has to be a dozen, maybe more. It’s probably the largest bouquet you’ve ever seen. And it’s all for you… “Oh…”

“I barely managed to snag the last decent bunch from the florist before they closed.” Damien pauses a moment. You’ve just been staring at the flowers. “You do like them?” he asks, softer.

“Oh, yes, absolutely.” You look over, eyes shiny. “It’s just…” You trail off, gaze dropping back down, and your voice picks up quieter than his was. “I’ve never had a partner get me flowers before…”

You don’t need to see him to feel the disbelief emanating from him. “What? You’ve never…?” He cups your face and turns it towards him again. “Darling, this is an injustice of the highest order, and I will not stand for it. You deserve all the flowers in the world and more.”

You can’t hide the water collecting at your lids, but you hope the darkness obscures it. “Damien…”

He quiets you with a kiss, sudden but soft and tender. A tear rolls down your cheek without your permission, and he brushes it away with his thumb after his lips leave yours. “I would buy you flowers every week—no, every day if it made you happy.”

You giggle, even through the threat of more tears. “I think every day is a bit much.”

“Regardless.” Damien kisses your forehead. “I am going to right this wrong, starting now. I believe I am already on that path.” He smiles at you, and it warms you from the inside out. “Now, let’s get you home.”

You nod and settle into your seat, cradling the bouquet against you and wiping away the remnants of melancholy. The car starts with a rumble, and Damien’s hand finds yours briefly, squeezing it before moving to the shifter and pulling away from the curb.

[penny-afton]

Till death do us part. Part one!

WARNING! Death, Murder, Lebians, Angsty asf, Fem! Y/N Fem! Y/N x Tara, Part one (Fluffy rn but ansty later), A SHIT TON OF DIALOGUE

You're at a college house party with your friend. You go to get another drink and see Tara standing with her friends Chad, Mindy, Anika, and Ethan. You grab your drink and are about to walk away until Tara looks at you

"Hey, it's Y/N right?"

"Uhm yes." Y/N stutters out

“What’s up?” she smiles at you.

"N-nothing-?...why?"

Y/N has a small smile on her face but she's blushing.

Tara takes a sip of her drink, she continues to stare at you

“No reason…” she says with a smile

"Hm- okay"

Tara sips on her drink a little and then turns towards her friends

“Hey, how about a game of truth or dare?”

“Ooo that’s fun!” Mindy says

"Uh- sure?" Y/N says softly.

“Alright, let’s start with you Ethan” she says to Ethan “Truth or dare?”

“Dare!” Ethan smiles at Tara

“Alright dare, let’s see…go kiss that girl over there” She nods “C'mon! Let’s see it!”

"W-what! No-!"

"Stop being a pussy Ethan!"

"F-fine-" Ethan says as he walks over to the girl. He kisses the girl's cheek softly.

Mindy and Tara cheer before Mindy looks at Chad.

"Okay brother your turn! Truth or dare?" Mindy asks with a grin on her face.

Chad thinks for a minute and then says

“Truth!”

“Alright Chad, why are you so scared to do a dare?” Tara teased as she took a sip of her drink

Chad’s friends laugh and Chad smiles as he answers

“Alright fine I’ll do a dare.”

“Hmm… go jump in the pool. With your clothes on.” Tara says with a grin on her face. Ethan laughs

“What? No I can’t-“

“Do it!”

Chad’s friends continue to pressure him and Chad smiles and then goes to jump in the pool with his clothes on. Everyone starts laughing

"Okay okay, who's next?" Y/N asks. She seems to be enjoying herself.

“I’ll go next!” Mindy says excitedly

“Okay! Truth or dare?” Tara asks Mindy

“Dare,” Mindy says

"Kiss anika!" Y/N says excitedly.

Mindy smiles wide and then she walks over to Anika and kisses her

“Okay, your turn next Y/N,” Tara says to you

“Truth or dare?”

"U-uhm d-dare?"

“Alright, I dare you to call your ex…” Tara says with excitement in her voice

"Uhm okay-"

Y/N takes out her phone and calls her ex

Y/N waits and keeps calling the ex and finally her ex answers

“Yo what up?” her ex says on the phone

"Hey Mia-"

“Okay, now put it on speaker,” Tara says

Y/N puts it on speaker

“Uhh, what's up?” Mia says on the phone

"Uhm- w-what are you doing-"

“I’m just chillin', why?” Mia says

"I-i was at a party" Y/N stutters out. She seems semi-afraid.

“Really? With whom?” Mia asks

"Uhm- T-tara-"

“OH?! So you’re with Tara, huh.” Mia says

"So what-"

“Okay, you know what? I’m coming over there.” Mia says on the phone

"No-! stop!" Y/N says. She sounds panicked now.

Everyone starts listening, Y/N is nervous about Mia coming over

“Why?” Mia says

"Because-! We aren't even together anymore! Stop being jealous of Tara!" Y/N starts to sound angry.

“Whatever, I’ll be over there in 20 minutes,” Mia says on the phone

hangs up

"I-I think Tara should go- you know before she gets here-"

Tara smiles at Y/N

“Umm I’m not going anywhere,” she tells her

"She's coming to fight- I don't want you to get hurt" Y/N sounds urgent but Tara continues to assure her.

“I can handle it, trust me,” Tara says as she smiles at Y/N and she sips on her drink

A few minutes later Mia bangs on the door

Mia walks into the room, She looks at Y/N and her friends and then she looks at Tara. She is visibly angry and upset

“What do you think you’re doing?” Mia asks and everyone is silent

“We’re having a party,” Tara answers

“You’re with her,” Mia says loudly and she points at Y/N.

"Mi-"

Tara: "We aren't dating- but we can if you want" She's just trying to make Mia angry

Mia glares at Tara and then she glares at Y/N and she walks over to her

“Why are you with her huh? Is it because she’s more hot than me?” Mia asks in anger

"We broke up let it go-" Y/N says.

“Let it go? No, I’m not letting it go.” Mia says as she inches closer to Y/N

“Oh just leave us alone, you’re so annoying.” Chad says to her

“Shut up Chad,” Mia says as she pushes him a little

"Hey! Don't touch my brother bitch!" Mindy says as she tries to hit Mia but is held back by Anika.

“I wasn’t touching him, I just bumped him a little.” Mia says

“Shut up Mia.” Tara says with an annoyed look on her face

“You shut up, you’re only saying that because you got a crush on her,” Mia says while she points at Y/N

“A crush on her? What? No I don’t.” Tara says

“Yeah you do, you told me.” Mia says

“When did I ever tell you that?” Tara questions her

Y/N looks at Tara and thinks why is Tara denying it? does she not have feelings for her? It's eating her up inside so she speaks up.

"T-Tara- d-do you?"

Tara sighs and then looks at Y/N and she smiles

"Well... Yes." she says and Mia looks at her with shock

"Y-you do?!" Y/N says with excitement

"Yes, Happy?" Tara says to everyone

"Uhm- you two should just kiss each other already." Ethan says and everyone laughs and looks at Ethan and he shrugs

"Tara and Y/N? Kiss?" Chad says while laughing

"Shut up Chad," Tara says

Mia: "I swear to god Tara. Kiss her and I will beat your ass." Smoke is practically coming from her ears.

Everyone laughs as Mia says that and they look at Tara and Y/N

"Fine, I guess I'll kiss Y/N... Just to get everyone to calm down and also to prove I'm not a liar." Tara says and everyone cheers

Tara leans over and kisses Y/N and everyone cheers loudly

"Wow!" Mindy says happily. Mia is furious.

That sends Mia over the edge. She runs over to Tara and punches her dead in the face

Everyone is shocked and startled by Mia attacking Tara and everyone starts yelling and screaming

"Woah! Mia what the hell?" Chad says

"What the heck Mia?!" Anika says

Everyone is standing and staring at Mia shocked by what she just did

Tara's nose starts bleeding

"Tara?! Oh my God!" Mindy says as she helps Tara

"Mia! I'm going to call the police! Why did you do that?!" Chad says angrily

"Mind your business, Chad," Mia says as she starts to walk out of the room

Tara runs up and starts to beat the hell out of Mia. She starts punching her over and over.

Mia screams out of pain and she falls on the floor, Mindy tries to stop Tara but Tara pushes her out the way

Everyone’s eyes are wide, they are shocked to see what just happened

Mia cries out in pain as she looks at Tara

"TARA! STOP PLEASE!"

Y/N is crying and yelling. Chad is holding her back

Mindy finally manages to pull Tara off of Mia. Tara is breathing heavily and she’s angry

Tara looks at Y/N

Everyone is staring in shock at what just happened

“She hit me first!” Tara says, trying to defend herself

"I kn-"

Y/N is cut off by Mia slapping her

Y/N is shocked.

“MIA!” Tara yells at her. Everyone is shocked and scared “Don’t touch my girlfriend,” Tara says while she gets between Y/N and Mia

Tara punches Mia in the face again.

Mia screams out in pain and everyone in the room is silent and looks at the fight with awe and fear

Tara punches Mia once more and Chad comes up and grabs Tara and he pulls her away from Mia

“What is wrong with you?” Chad says to Tara and everyone is yelling and shouting

“SHUT UP Chad!” Tara says and she pushes him away

“LET ME GO Chad! I'm not done yet.” Tara says as she tries to punch Mia again but Chad holds on to her and everyone is still silent

“Y/N! ARE YOU OKAY?!” Mindy yells to Y/N

She's not talking

Chad pulls Tara away and then he whispers to her

“Tara, stop, enough is enough,” Chad says with a worried and scared expression on his face

Tara is breathing heavy as she looks at Mia

“Just let me hit her one more time Chad, please,” Tara says

“No. You’re not hitting her anymore Tara.” Chad says and he holds onto Tara tightly

Mia: "I hate you! You will pay for this Tara Carpenter!"

Mia walks out

Tara is angry and she tries to go after Mia but Chad holds on to her as everyone stares at Tara in shock

Y/N is sitting on the couch and her face is red and she is crying, Mindy is sitting next to Y/N and tries to comfort her

Tara is breathing fast and she’s trying to get Chad to let go of her

"Fine, I give up." Tara says

"Good," Chad says and finally lets Tara go

"Tara! Are you okay? Can you breathe?" Mindy asks

"Yeah, I'm fine," Tara answers and she turns to Y/N

"Y/N, I'm so sorry for what I did. I don't know what got into me," she says and she goes to hug Y/N to comfort her

"S-she hit me...."

"Yeah well, I hit her back... multiple times. You saw how I just attacked her. I'm sorry, Y/N." Tara says and then she sighs

Mindy looks at everyone and she sighs

"Everyone... This party is over." She says and everyone sighs and leaves, leaving just Tara and Y/N in the room alone

It's silent and it's just the two of them

"I'm so sorry," Tara says and she hugs Y/N, and Y/N hugs back and is crying

"Tara- you have to leave..." Y/N says with fear in her voice.

Tara is shocked to hear Y/N say that to her

"Why do I have to leave? I care about you, I love you and what just happened was an accident. I won't hurt you again, I swear." Tara says

"I know...but Mia is gonna hurt you- s-she- you just have to go-"

"I'm not leaving, Y/N." Tara says and she looks at Y/N, she grabs Y/N's hands

"You know how I feel about you, Y/N. I won't ever leave you, not now, not ever." Tara says.

"Promise-?"

"I promise," Tara answers

Tara smiles at Y/N and she touches Y/N's cheek and Y/N smiles back, they look into each other's eyes and they both lean in

"I love you," Tara says quietly and she kisses Y/N

The two of them kiss and they are both holding each other tightly. The door creaks open and Mindy sneaks behind them with her phone. She smiles at the two of them, she takes a picture

TO BE CONTINUED!!!

[pinkteapotwriting]

I’ve been thinking. I see a lot of dom!marauders or them being experienced. But what if it was the opposite? Like y/n is experienced and perhaps a dom, while the boys are virgins (or just had little experience)? it makes me all soft 🥺. Like Y/N could be their best friend/fifth marauder (whichever you choose), and they like ask her to be their first time and it’s all blushy for the boys (them being subs, a few tears of pain for them) go crazy! It’s been on my mind for weeks!

Marauders x Fem!reader

Warning : unprotected sex, cursing, Dom!reader, pretty chill I think, you know, for smut

Word count : 1830

Thanks for being so patient, I hope you like it cause it took me forever to do this. It's a bit heavy on the dialogue but oh well

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Surprise, surprise.

It was raining at Hogwarts. The Scottish countryside is taking on its usual demeanor of moisture in this season. Not that you minded, that just meant you got to spend the day with all of your favourite boys. You Sirius and James were giggling away in the corner while Remus was trying his best to ignore you all and read, but you figured you could peak his interest.

“Okay Pads, what’s your body count?”

“I’ve never killed anybody, but trust me Snivelus has come close.”

“No you dork, how many people have you slept with?”

“I’m not answering that!”

“I’m not gonna slut shame you Sirius.”

“He’s definitely not worried about being slut shamed Y/N” James snorted.

“Like you’re any better off than I am you prick.”

“Cut it out, there’s no need to call each other names. Are you both virgins then?”

“Well, yeah I guess.”

James was much more embarrassed than he needed to be.

“What about you Remmy, have you done anything at all?”

“Ask Sirius.”

“I already did ask Sirius!”

“Ask Sirius.”

“Oh my god why are you all so embarrassed there’s nothing to be ashamed of. I’m just surprised is all. You guys are all really attractive and kind people so I never thought you’d be inexperienced and you’ve dated plenty of girls.”

Remus shut his book.

“Not that it’s any of your business Y/N but i’ve at least given or received a hand job or two before.”

“Why’d you tell me to ask Siri- ooooooooh.”

Sirius had his face in his palms.

“Can we change the subject please.”

James patted his shoulder comfortingly.

“It’s okay Pads. It’s not like the opportunity never arose, we were all just waiting for the right person.”

“Aw well I hope you find them soon, I care about you all so much and you deserve the world.”

Sirius was still groaning into his hands.

“She’s so fucking oblivious.”

Remus chuckled.

“Quite.”

Quite what? Confused definitely.

“I don’t understand.”

The room’s silence was overwhelming, until James took a deep breath and all eyes were drawn to him.

“Sirius and Remus obviously like each other and I’m not going to deny my attraction to either of them.”

“Then why don’t you-”

“It doesn’t feel complete. See we already found that someone, it’s you Y/N.”

“Really? You guys want me that way?”

James shrugged meekly.

“If you’ll have us.”

“I’ve always felt that way about you. I just never wanted to risk our friendship, but if you feel the same then I’d love to.”

Sirius’s head popped out.

“Right now?”

“Ha ha, no we don’t have to right now.”

“Well what are we waiting for, to get to know each other. I know James too well actually.”

You rolled your eyes and turned to probably the most level headed one, but Remus was giving you puppy eyes. You were so drawn to him you walked across the room and cupped his face with your right hand.

“What’s wrong honey?”

“Waited so long already, love. Don’t wanna wait any longer.”

“Jamie, do you want this too?”

“Yes please.”

“Such good manners baby, so I have everyone’s consent then?”

“Very much so.”

“Enthusiastic consent.”

“If you don’t do something I’m going to combust.”

You smirked at Sirius’s comment.

“You don’t get to combust until I say you do, understand?”

“Ooo scary.”

“So be it.”

You took hold of Remus’s hands and placed them on your hips.

“I know you’ll be a good boy for me Remus, won’t you?”

He swallowed thickly and nodded.

“I’ll be good for you Y/N.”

“I know you will Jamie. It’s Siri I’m worried about. Why don’t we show him what he’s missing out on? Lie back against the pillows for me, both of you.”

“What about me?”

“You can watch for now, learn how to follow their example.”

He huffed.

“Suit yourself.”

You knew your usual roles in the bedroom, so you were trying your best not to be too stern. But still, you needed to teach Sirius his place.

You lifted up the bottom of James' shirt and kissed his hip bone delicately. He got more and more ansty as you drifted your direction to the middle and down, and down, and down.

You very happily undid his belt and pulled off his pants. The state of his arousal was much more noticeable now.

“Can I suck your cock Jamie? Would you like that?”

“Yes please.”

“Good boy, Remmy can you spit on my hand please?”

You held your palm up to his mouth expectantly, but he seemed hesitant.

“You don’t need to be embarrassed sweetie, never for doing what I ask.”

He nodded and did what he was told and immediately you felt your clit throb. Having control over these three boys was certainly a power trip. Knowing you were the first person to make James tremble like this as you engulfed his cock expertly was definitely a turn on. As you bobbed up and down on James’ impressive cock, you rubbed the bulge in Remus’s trousers. The whines the two boys were making was truly music to your ears. You lifted with a pop.

“Alright Siri, are you ready to be good now?”

“Yes ma’am”

“Did you like what you were seeing?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Do you wanna try and make Remmy feel good?”

“I’ve never sucked-”

“I know, but I’m here to help you baby.”

You’ve never seen Sirius so nervous, so quiet.

“What I’m gonna get you to do first is what you do when you jerk Remmy off, Okay? Just spit on his cock and move your hand up and down alright?”

Remus shuddered as he watched Sirius in his submissive state.

“Good job Siri, look how happy you’re making Remmy. Now you can start by sucking the head, like this.”

James whimpered, and soon Remus was making the same noises. You placed your palm on Remus’s stomach to keep him from bucking his hips. Much to James disappointment you pulled away from him again.

“Okay Sirius, don’t forget to breathe through your nose and make sure you keep your teeth tucked behind your lips, there we go that’s it. Hollow your cheeks now too. How does that feel Remus?”

“F-feels good.”

“Yeah? Sirius is being such a good boy now. Is Siri gonna make you cum?

“Y-yes.”

You grabbed hold of Sirius’s curly locks and pushed him down farther, making him gag and tear up. The vibrations making Remus cum instantly. You pulled Sirius off once Remus started squirming at the uncomfortable feeling of overstimulation.

“Did you swallow? Show Remmy.”

Remus groaned when he saw Sirius stick out his tongue, and you did too.

“Y/N”

James' voice was raspy.

“Yes baby?”

“Wanna make you feel good, wanna fuck you.”

“Want me to Ride you Jamie?”

“Please.”

“Okay, but since this is your first time you might not last that long alright?”

“That’s okay, Sirius can take over after me.”

“Alright well you lie back and I’ll take care of you. Sirius, you wait like a good boy and I’ll help you out in a second. If you want you can get Remus to suck you off while you wait. Teach him like I taught you.”

You were suddenly aware of how you were still wearing all of your clothes so you hopped off the bed to quickly strip them off and you found yourself smirking at the expression of pure need and desire on James’ face.

You straddled his waist and pressed a kiss to his cheek before aligning his cock with your entrance. Inch by inch you and down on him as he clutched the sheets below him.

“This alright Jamie?”

“Yeah, you?”

“Perfect, can I move now?”

“Yes please.”

You raised your hips up, but before you could bring them back down James snapped his hips up to yours.

“James, fuck.”

But he didn’t seem to care, with one hand resting on your hip and one fondling your breast he kept his steady rhythm that was taking your breath away. Sirius and Remus were no longer enjoying their own pleasure, but enjoying the sight of yours. You reached down to rub your clit, but Sirius pulled your hand away and replaced it with his own.

“Like this Y/N?”

“Just like that baby, doing so good for me.”

Remus squeezed in between James and Sirius to suck on the tit that James wasn’t occupying.

“Boys- I’m gonna cum fuck-”

It’s funny how in public James could be such a little shit, but now all you saw was this wide eyed trembling figure that you got to take care of and fuck it sure was enticing especially when he said things like this.

“Please cum, wanna make you feel good Mommy please please please.”

“Fuck-”

As soon as you clenched around him as you hit your high James was spurting white hot cum into the depths of your pussy. Thank god for wizard contraceptives.

You didn’t really get to bask in the moment however, since Sirius was pulling you from James out of his own desperation. He had you lying on your back.

“I need you”

“I know I’ve kept you waiting for quite some time, go ahead love.”

Not that Sirius was significantly smaller than James, but he had an easier time going inside after you had come already. Your legs found their home wrapped around his waist as soon as he found his pace.

“Y/N, I don’t think I’m going to last long.”

“That’s okay love, this is about you. Be a good boy for me and cum whenever you need.”

“It’s kinda embarrassing though.”

You cupped his cheeks and pulled his lips to meet yours.

“No need to be embarrassed- Doing such a good job Siri your cock feels so good inside of me.”

He falls down to hold his weight on his forearms, moving even faster than before.

“M’close Y/N”

“Go on and cum baby, feels so good.”

He whimpered into your neck and you soothed him by stroking his hair. Eventually he did roll off from you, unfortunately.

“You guys never told me you were subs.”

“When I’m with Remus I’m a dom.”

“Makes sense, I’d quite like to see that actually.”

Remus cleared his throat.

“Does that mean we get to do this again cause I never actually got to-”

“Of course Remmy, it just kind of makes sense doesn’t it.”

Sirius chuckled.

“Yeah, I mean it didn’t take long for James to be calling you Mommy.”

“It’s kinda sweet though, has Remus ever called you Daddy?”

“Not yet, but I feel like we’re on the brink of something big here.”

Now Remus and James were looking at each other like maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

You personally did not have any complaints; Sirius however would probably have some when you reminded him he couldn’t dom you though.

He’d have to learn the hard way.

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@sunny-bunnny @quindolyn @midnightgremlin @weasleyposts @bluemoonyblurbs @emmaev @agalandhermarvelobsession

[illuminiscentboba]

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐘  [iwaizumi x ethnic!reader]

➴ Genre: fluff! Just iwa being the cutest guy ever

➴ A/n: writing family without it being awkward was a struggle but it got a lot better during the latter half when it was just you two again 💛

“Going on a date with y/n-chan~?” Oikawas lighthearted tone cut into Iwaizumi’s thoughts as the pair milled about in Seijohs lunch area.

“Shut up, loserkawa” The ace grumbled, passing the setter a lunch tray.

As much as Iwaizumi didn’t want to admit it, Oikawa wasn’t entirely off the mark with his question. You had invited him over to your place which wouldn’t have been out of the ordinary if it was just you two there.

But you warned him that your parents and siblings would be there, not thinking it would cause this much of a halt in Iwaizumis lifestyle.

Oikawa eyed his friend warily. Iwa had lost his usual edge, eyebrows furrowed as he stared into space at a spot somewhere over Oikawas shoulder. “Anything…a little different than usual?”

Iwaizumi grunted, “mhm, I’m going to meet y/n’s family today.” 

Oikawa blinked blankly at his friends as he took a moment to absorb the information.

“What?! Wait today?! Don’t we have practice today? I didn’t peg you as a skipper Iwa-chan-” Iwaizumi hushed the male, expecting the overreaction. If anything, he was probably overreacting too but boy was he a little nervous.

“Yeah, I’ll tell coach that I can’t come for practice today. But…” Iwaizumi sighed, his heart unwillingly drowning in negativity. 

What if they didn’t like him? Iwaizumi was told he looks tough and intimidating many times but that has never felt like a flaw to him up until now. 

“I’m sure her family will like you.” Oikawa replied reading his expression. “Plus if they don’t, I’m sure they’ll like me at least-“ The setter veered as a fist flew in the direction his head was just moments ago.

If you were here you would probably want him to enjoy getting to know your family. A small positive thought flitted about his head, interrupting  the wave of negativity.

With that he began to relax and sooner than later he was back on his feet, Oikawa under check and with Seijohs manager warned that he wouldn’t be able to practice today.

Because he was on his way to see you.

It was on your way to your place that you noticed your boyfriends weird behaviour. 

He smiled as you told him about your day, taking in your gestures, and tone of voice when you got to a particularly good part of your story as you slightly swung your intertwined hands, but his smiles were fleeting as his mind returned to worries about meeting them.

“Hajime, you’ll be fine, I swear they don’t bite.”

“I know…but do you think your mom will like flowers?” You followed his gaze to the flower shop that you remembered Iwaizumi getting you flowers from after asking you out a lifetime ago.

An amused smile played on your lips as you let him pull you along across the street hand in hand. 

You wondered if he was this ansty the first time he gave you flowers as he anxiously scanned the flower display relaxing as he noticed your favourites.

Soon the bouquet was prepared and you waited for him to finish up buying the bouquet and talking to the store owner. 

With each step you fell in the familiar rhythm of walking together and Hajime looked more at peace, or so you thought.

“What if…”

You sighed, reaching up to cup your boyfriends face as you stared into his eyes trying to get the message across. “Relax Haji, it’s not like your asking them to marry me. It’s just flowers.”

“Not to sound like shittykawa, but we don’t know that yet.” He mumbled lifting a hand to brush your hair out of your face.

“Jeez, Haji.” You were blushing though, unable to believe you found someone so loving and certain about your relationship.

By now you were only a turn around the corner away. You let the ace gather his courage before you two trekked the remaining steps together.

Picking up the spare key from one of the two doormats at your porch, you opened the door, pulling him with you.

“We’re here, [(mom) in your language]”

Iwaizumi cocked his head at the unfamiliar word that rolled off your tongue. He didn’t have time to linger on it as your mom made her way over, a large grin on her face.

“Wow, you must be Iwaizumi! I’ve heard all about you.” You looked away too embarrassed to meet his eyes despite the fact that you didn’t actually tell your mom much about him.

She must be getting revenge for you leaving without sweeping yesterday.

Iwaizumi smiled warmly, handing your mom the bouquet. “I wasn’t sure what flowers you like but I hope you like these.”

Your mom blinked in surprise, taking the bouquet. If anything she seemed at a loss of words. You took the moment to make your way down the hall, once more dragging the ace along.

Together you stepped into the living room that housed your younger siblings, directing Iwaizumi to an armchair. “I’ll get us something to eat and then we’ll head upstairs.”

He waited as you call out to your mom in the language you spoke shortly by the door earlier. He craned his neck to see you as if it would make him hear you better.

It was unlike anything he ever heard before, and yet from you, it gave him a sense of vague familiarity.

His gaze wandered over to where your younger siblings, kindergarteners at most, played with toys on the carpet, two talking in a clumsier Japanese accent than the one you sported. 

It felt almost funny to see them in the room that was empty the last time he was here, spread out on the chair and floor testing each other before the test the next day.

It was when a car bumped into the toe of his sock foot that he realized that you had another smaller sibling. The younger sibling stared at him tentatively, running a car lightly over his foot and ankle. 

Soon enough Iwaizumi was no longer a person but a car ramp as the children played excitedly, bearing small cars in tiny fists, sound effects and laughter filling the room. Iwaizumi lifted his foot to give them a higher ramp and soon his arms were abandoned as they all played there.

They were adorable, he tried to hold back his smile upon instinct to no avail, instead happy that they didn't think of him as scary or intimidating like he thought they would.

“And who would this be?” What seemed to be your dad stood in the doorway and Iwaizumi hastily stood up to meet him, making sure not to step on the curious children.

“Hi, I’m Iwaizumi Hajime…I’m your daughters…boyfriend.” 

Saying your dad was an intimidating man was an understatement, he was tall much like Iwaizumi with a sharp gaze and sometimes even sharper retorts.

A smile made its way onto your dads face. “I heard that you gave (your moms name) a bouquet, are you trying to steal my wife?” He laughed good naturedly and Hajime shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Even your dad had a similar accent to you, the accent he complimented and often thought was cute was everywhere now with small differences and it wasn’t good for his heart.

“I’m happy with the girl I’m with now.”

Your dad was caught off guard by his honesty and Iwaizumi stiffened realizing what he said. To your dad.

“Um..I mean…” You stepped into the doorway, wearing a hoodie and jogging pants, bearing two plates in your hands.

“Come on, Hajime.” He tipped his head in respect to your dad as you guys headed to your room.

It was after you guys were in the confines of your room that you had to ask him. “My dad…he didn’t say anything weird to you, right?”

Hajime hummed, trying to hold backs grin to no avail. “Nothing…just accused me of trying to steal his wife is all.”

You groaned and the laughter bubbled to the surface his shoulders shook, a wide grin on his face. It was after you forgot a smile spread across your face that you realized it was likely the first time you saw him laugh all day.

After you guys finished eating, and started studying, you guys were able to get through a few questions before Iwaizumi let out an awkward cough.

You glanced at him in confusion. His voice was low as he slowly voiced his thoughts, moving word by word. “Could you…speak to me in your language? You could just say phrases or anything I just want to hear it…” 

He looked away from you, cheeks pink and you sidled up to him, resting your head on his chest. He lightly placed his chin on the top of your head.

You murmured the usual nicknames you gave him, variations of your star, bug baby, cute idiot and your sweet king.

You glanced up and he hummed in contentment. He loved the nuances in your speech and how it sounds coming from you the most. This was the first time someone had asked about wanting to hear the language you spoke at home and it was only with Iwaizumi that you felt this loved and safe.

Judging by his expression he seemed to like it, you let the moment last before letting other less pretty names filter in.

It’s when your shoulders shake in silent laughter that he figures that you have strayed from the side of goodness and we’re likely bullying him in your language.

“Y/n…”

”Yes?” 

“What did you call me?”

”My heart?”

“…What else?” 

You held in your laughter as he raised a brow. “My weirdo, beloved douche, precious who-“ You tried to crawl out his range but it was too late. 

It only took a moment for him to reach out and wrap his arms around your waist and drag you back. You guys were both laughing as he pulled you closer to him as you relax in each other’s embrace.

That is, until you heard your siblings race each other up the stairs and are certainly, totally, back to work again.

It’s around sunset as you guys walk together he tells you that he doesn’t really have much experience with siblings and a bit about his own family.

You listen, lost in the calm, certain way he talked about them.

Although he would be embarrassed if you told him, he seemed to glow with pride as he talked about his busy hard working mom, and serious but thoughtful dad.

“Oikawa doesn’t know he’s not very serious though, since he’s afraid of him.”

You burst into laughter, looking forward to bully the setter about it tomorrow. 

“I’m sure he’s nice though, since you talk about him fondly.”

He bumped shoulders with you at that, a smile resting on his face. “As if you don’t talk about your family the same way.” 

Hajime, scanned the area in the corner of his eye, afraid of leaving you alone for a moment with anyone weird around.

When no one seemed to jump out to him, he placed a kiss on your forehead. “Wait there, weirdo.” It was clear he hadn’t forgotten what you had called him. 

He made his way across the street, picking up the other set of flowers he ordered today after buying the ones for your mom.

Soon he returned to you, the bouquet brandished behind his back.

“I’m back,” he hummed and you brightened, returning your phone to your pocket. “All done with whatever you were up to?”

He laughed at your suspicion as you finally took notice of his hand hidden behind his back.

“Guess what’s behind my back?” He stood blocking your view of the flower shop. You were going to watch him go but figured interrogating him would be more fun.

“A knife?” He rolled his eyes, brandishing the bouquet in front of you, your favorite flowers catching your attention along with others that matched the set beautifully. 

It was Iwaizumi’s million watt smile that almost made you forget about the gift entirely.

You took the mountain of flowers, stunned to silence. “It’s a lot prettier than a knife but I hope it’ll suffice.”

“It’s also…a thank you…and…” He opened his mouth before closing it, having trouble getting all the words out.

Hajimes hand brushed the nape of his neck, as you stared at him in confusion. The flower shop only took preorders…

By now the sidewalks were empty with a few cars going by every now and then as the faint traces of sunset bled against the darkening sky.

And it was with how gently you hugged the bouquet to your chest, almost on the verge of tears with how touched you were that he realized how special you are to him. His heart warmed as words he was finally certain about entered his mind.

“[I love you].”

“What?” He asked you softly, noticing a stray tear trace a wet line down your face. “It’s how to say I love you in my language, dummy.” 

You had taken the words right out of his mouth.

You hid your face within the flowers as he clumsily repeated back what he heard, getting it wrong. He gingerly brushed away your tears.

He knew you were crying because you were happy but it broke his heart nonetheless. “Almost there, my star.” You told him, more than overjoyed with his attempt.

He lifted your chin, pressing his forehead against yours.  “I’m sure we’ll have a lot of practice.” You guys laughed once more, as you slowly realized with the beautiful warm glow of his face that he meant it, and you really hoped he did. 

“Very smooth, Haji.”

“I’m always this smooth.”

“Sure, love.”

He lowered his head, pressing his soft lips against yours, as your eyes fluttered shut, before pulling away. “Is this smooth enough?”

“I’m not sure yet, what about you do it again and I’ll decide?”

With that, you turned in the direction you guys came and he walked you home but on the condition you told him it one more time. “Alright, listen carefully this time…[I love you].”

It was adorable seeing him so fixated on it. He repeated the words back to you after mouthing it to himself. 

“[I love you] too.” 

It was those three words that lingered in both his head and yours days later as you both got a taste of the warm harmony of hearing a different language through your lover.

Or this time, a familiar one that played a completely new melody, one you hoped would never be silenced. 

➴ Request status: open !

[marvels-writings]

My Forever

Prequels: Used To

World Turned Upside Down

Yelena Belova Masterlist

Requested by @normanijauregui​ 

Summary: Never did you think you’d be marrying someone you loved more than anyone. But here you were, standing in front of the love of your life, promising her your forever

Word Count: 3.8k (beautiful and soft)

A/N: I loved writing this, so much, like a little too much. Honestly you’ll love it

Shining light bathed the room, reflecting off of the countless mirrors before landing on you. Your white dress glowed in the light, complimenting your face perfectly, as you examined your appearance. A bright grin crossed your face when you looked at yourself, finding yourself near flawless. Just as the day was supposed to be, you looked perfect for it.

Wanda sat on the ottoman in the room, watching with a soft smile as you twirled for her. She gave you a supportive nod, laughing when you looked back into the mirror, obsessed with fixing any flaw you could find. Your hands smoothed over your hair and your dress, making sure nothing was out of place.

It was funny, everyone told you how much doubt you were supposed to have on your wedding day. The cold feet, the pacing, the anxiety. But you were sure, confident she was who you wanted. Yelena was beyond perfect for you, nothing about her was a lie. Loving her for the rest of your life was a dream you planned on making come true.

"No doubts? That's a bit of a surprise." Wanda commented, chuckling at the surprise on your face. Your thoughts weren't exactly quiet, you shouldn't be surprised she managed to pick up on them. You turned back towards the mirror, fixing a strand of your hair while watching her.

"What's there to doubt?" You asked, fixing the final strand and sitting down on the chair near the vanity. You turned to face her, watching her shrug casually, her hands smoothing over her maid of honor dress.

"After everything that happened, I'm surprised you're not scared." She stated, trying to drop the statement as casual, despite the undertone of worry in her voice. You sighed, hands fidgeting in your lap silently as you thought of a reply.

"I thought I'd be scared too," You confessed, a smile crossing your face when you looked at the engagement ring adorning your finger. "But I'm not."

Wanda tilted her head to the side, curious at your answer. She couldn't understand how you weren't scared after everything. Glancing at the clock, she noticed she still had a few minutes left till the ceremony started. She wanted to ask you, even if the question may not be welcome. Your immunity to your fears mystified her.

How could you not be scared to love someone so deeply when you'd drowned the last time?

"How so?" Wanda asked, biting her lip tightly.

 You leaned back in the chair, thinking the question over. You didn't seem to take offense to her curiosity, merely being patient instead.

"With Natasha," You began an involuntary wince on your face at her name. "I was always scared."

You bit your lip, trying to collect your thoughts. It was harder than you thought to describe it, to even talk about her. Even now, it was hard, harder than you had expected for it to be. You knew it would take time to heal, you didn't expect it to take you years to even say her name.

"I was always scared something was going to go wrong. That something would tear apart this dream we'd isolated ourselves in," you explained, your shoulders cowering into themselves in contrast to your confidence from earlier. Your voice had lowered to a hush as if you were whispering about a secret you'd never told anyone else. Wanda looked at you curiously, silently urging you on to speak.

"With her, I was living a lie. The love we had didn't feel like it was true." You confessed, fidgeting in your lap. You felt her eyes on you, watching your movements, waiting for you to continue.

It was strange, putting this feeling into words. Whenever you'd thought about your past, it made sense why everything happened. With Natasha, you were scared one of you was going to mess everything up. The gorgeous dream you were living in was waiting to fall apart. Love in fear of its absence isn't true.

"With Yelena, it's different," You said, a lovesick smile crossed your face at her name. "It doesn't feel like a lie."

You looked down at the ground, picturing her face. The way she smiled when you entered the room; the way her eyes traced your every feature when you were with her; how her nose scrunched up in her sleep just before she reached across the bed for you. She was perfect, she was yours.

"I'm not scared; because it feels true. Loving her is a dream which I know will never fall apart as long as she loves me." You said, smiling because you knew the love of your life was just as in love as you were. If she was by your side, never would you doubt her love for you.

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Her hands went up to her bow-tie, fixing whatever could be fixed. Looking herself over again and again in the mirror, trying to find any flaw. Yelena wanted this to be perfect, the same as you. You didn't deserve anything less than perfect in her opinion.

"It starts in another few minutes," Natasha stated from behind her, looking at her watch. Her best-woman dress ruffled as she took a seat on the ottoman, her fingers fidgeting nervously on her lap. The blonde noticed her anstiness, frowning at it.

"I'm supposed to be the nervous one," Yelena commented slyly, leaning against the wall and watching her sister. The redhead rolled her eyes, smoothing off her dress. She bit her lip tightly, keeping in questions she knew she shouldn't ask.

"I don't know how you're not nervous." She muttered, hands still fidgeting in her lap. The blonde didn't say anything, knowing Natasha would say something sooner or later. For her to keep her questions in would be a miracle in itself.

"How do you..." Natasha trailed off, unsure how to word her feelings. She wanted to ask her everything. How Yelena got you to trust her, to love her after everything. How her sister felt about what happened with her relationship with you.

"Do I feel about what happened?" Yelena asked, guessing the ending of her sentence. The redhead nodded with a sigh, ceasing her fidgeting and awaiting an answer from the woman she considered to be her sister.

The question wasn't as easy to answer as Yelena had hoped. How she felt about it had changed drastically over time. She'd seen firsthand the trauma Natasha had caused you. She'd seen everything from the nightmares to the doubt in your eyes, despite the most comforting reassurances.

"I can't say I forgive you for what you did." Yelena began, trying to word it as carefully as she could. What she wanted was to let her know that she wasn't happy with what happened, but wanted to keep her as a sister. But she was afraid it was going to come out wrong.

Nevertheless, Natasha's face fell at her words, hurt showing plain and simple on her face. Despite her quick attempts to mask over it, Yelena saw through her. It would be easier to tell her lies rather than be honest, but honesty was what she needed.

"When y/n first told me, I was furious with you," Yelena stated, her voice wavering as she went over her memories.

She remembered it vividly, the tears flowing steadily over your cheeks, the way your voice wavered. When you talked, your hands grasped out to hold anything, some feeling of steadiness while emotions stormed in you. The hopelessness you felt, the anger, the regret.

"It took me a while to move past it," She continued, hands fidgeting silently in her lap. "But I began to try to see why you did that."

A light frown etched its way onto the mask Natasha wore. She tilted her head to the side, urging her on, but the blonde seemed to not be taking the hint. How could she understand the reason when Natasha couldn't? Every night she tried to remember why she gave you a reason to leave, finding none.

"And?" Natasha croaked, clearing her throat.

"We were never taught how to love," Yelena stated, a sad smile twisting the corners of her lips. She chuckled, shaking her head as she looked down at her hands. The same hands which killed innocents were the ones holding you.

Neither she nor Natasha were taught how to love someone, how to be vulnerable with them, how to keep them. It wasn't an excuse, it was a reason to sympathize with her. Growing up, thinking she could never find love, she grew accustomed to living without it.

But then you came into her life, and she didn't know how to keep you. Her mistakes drove you away.

"Neither were you." She stated, watching Yelena nod and shrug. The blonde leaned back in the chair, still watching her hands.

"She taught me," Yelena said, a smile spreading across her face as she remembered.

Yelena was even more hesitant than you to let someone in. You showed her what trust was, letting her take her time. You'd waited almost a month just to hold her hand, patience was something you never ran out of. It had taken her months to get you to trust her, even longer for you to teach her how to trust you.

"Eventually, I moved past the idea of love being an illusion because she is my reality." Yelena continued, watching a tear fall down her sister's face. She wanted to wipe it away, to tell her that she forgave her, but Natasha had been fed enough lies to last a lifetime.

A silence enveloped the room as words sunk in. A knock sounded at the door, startling both of them. It was the signal that the ceremony was going to start. A bright grin shown across Yelena's face as a scowl etched into Natasha's.

Despite all of it, she nodded at her sister, offering her arm. Yelena took her arm, walking out the doors with her sister.

Soft piano played, sunlight shone down upon the arrangements. Friends and family were arranged in the seats, a pathway reaching from the beginning up to the altar. Heads turned as Natasha escorted Yelena down the aisle. The dark tux Yelena wore shone in the light, almost as bright as her grin while walking.

Yelena made no effort to conceal her emotions, a harsh contrast from the mask Natasha wore. A tight smile had wound its way onto the redhead's face as she walked her down the aisle. The redhead gave her a nod, a small smile spreading across her face.

Surprising both of them, she leaned up and kissed her on the forehead. Natasha didn't want it to mean more than she intended it to. All she wanted was to apologize and let her know she would always be there. The words never came to her whenever they spoke. Actions speak louder anyway.

Yelena stood at the altar, hiding her fidgeting, waiting patiently for you to join her for the rest of your lives.

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A knock sounded at your door. Wanda reached quickly to open it, almost tripping in her hastiness. Her features mixed into a scowl and a smile at the sight of Bucky. He smiled at her, trying to smooth back his hair but messing it up slightly.

"He's here," Wanda stated flatly, joining you in the middle of the room. She glanced at her watch again, knowing she would need to leave in a few minutes. The least she could do was be there for you.

Bucky walked in hesitantly after closing the door behind him. His eyes flitted up to you, sighing in relief when he didn't see any anger on your face. He wasn't sure why he was still so nervous, you'd asked him to walk you down the aisle after all. Even after everything, even though you hadn't forgiven him, it only felt right.

"You look beautiful." He said, an awkward smile playing on his lips. You said a small thank you, a bit too formal for your liking. The witch still wore an angry scowl which only left her face when you glared at her.

"I should go," Wanda stood up, glancing at her watch again. She glared at Bucky once more before stopping in the doorway. Tapping her watch twice to tell you that you only had two minutes, she left. The door closed behind her with a resounding click.

Bucky stood awkwardly, unsure what to do for the two minutes. Talking with you shouldn't have to be this awkward, even though he hadn't expected all rainbows and sunshine, the silence was a hell of its own. You cleared your throat, his eyes glancing up to you expectantly.

"I want you to know," You began, licking your lips nervously. "That even though I don't forgive you, yet."

The ending of your sentence gave him a little hope. Maybe someday, some things could be like they used to. Even though everything changed, maybe he could still have you as his best friend. Someday, maybe his mistakes could be nothing but a distant nightmare.

"I still care for you, and I wouldn't have anyone else walk me down the aisle." You smiled at the end of the sentence. It wasn't the fake smile you wore around him now. Rather a genuine one; one filled with hope for the future.

You wanted his friendship back, the jokes, the movie nights, you missed all of it. It hurt, aching for a moment in time instead of a place. Maybe you could have better moments, make better memories.

"I care for you too," Bucky smiled, not knowing what else to say. He tucked his hand in his pocket casually, hiding the metal hand. His other hand wiped away a silent tear trailing down his cheek. Stepping forward, he hesitated for a moment.

"C'mere," You choked out, pulling him into a hug. Bucky let out a watery laugh, his arms circling your waist tightly. You held back your tears the best you could, a single tear slipping out of your eye. His hugs always were the best.

Memories flooded back, the first time you'd hugged him, his hugs whenever he tried to comfort you. Everything about it was nostalgic. After barely even talking to you, he was glad he had some semblance of what you used to be with him.

"Thank you," Bucky whispered in your shoulder, barely loud enough for you to hear it.

He pulled away slowly, his thumb gently wiping away the tear on your cheek. He glanced at his watch which told him it was time for you to walk down the aisle. Looking at you for silent confirmation, you gave him a small nod. your face lit up with a bright smile when your arm looped through his.

"Let's go." You said excitedly as he opened the door. He walked slowly outside with you on his arm, smiling at everyone who turned his way. The walk to the aisle wasn't far, but he made sure to take his time.

The piano started playing as you walked in, playing to the same beat as you walked slowly. Everyone turned to look at you, stunned as their eyes watched your every move. Smiles appeared on all of their faces, none could compete with how widely you smiled when you saw your fiance.

You were ethereal, your features glowing, your grin getting brighter with every step you took. The attention being bathed on you should have made you nervous, but it just made you happier. Everyone was here to watch you get married to the love of your life, how could you be any happier?

Yelena's grin couldn't get any wider, her cheeks began to ache but she couldn't stop. You walked slowly up to the altar, taking your time as a tear trailed down her cheek. She made no motion to wipe it away, staring at you the entire time as you joined her on the altar.

She opened her mouth to say something, but couldn't find the words to described how beautiful you looked. Instead, she joined her hand with yours, giving you the softest smile she could manage. You looked back at her with the prettiest grin that she had to stop herself from kissing you then and there.

"We are gathered here, today," Clint began, clearing his throat. "To celebrate this glorious union."

Chuckles came from around at the emphasis on glorious. Despite your warnings to Clint to not make it funny, he had to pull off a little stunt. Giving him a playful glare, you turned to Yelena to find her staring at you with a small smile. Grinning at her, you turned back to the man officiating your wedding.

"Between Yelena and y/n, there is a love so pure many of us can even hope to ever see. Today, we see them seal their love so true." Clint said, smiling at both of you. He gestured to the ring bearers to hand the rings. Your hand slipped from hers as you took hers.

The wedding rings were a simple gold band. It matched both of your wedding rings perfectly. You toyed with the ring as you remembered the vows you'd prepared. Yelena wanted to say her vows first, you looked up at her with a grin. Her smile mirrored yours as tears swam in her vision.

"For a long time, I was convinced love was never in the stars for me." Yelena began, taking a deep breath. Her hand reached forward again to grasp yours. Squeezing tightly, she continued, trying to keep her voice steady.

"But, you are my star; the one who changed everything I have ever believed in. From when I couldn't imagine promising to spend the rest of my life with someone, to standing in front of the most beautiful woman I have ever had the honor of loving." Yelena said, biting her lip tightly as tears began to slip from her eyes.

Never had she imagined she could be this happy. Never could she have even hoped that someday she'd be getting married to someone she loved. She loved you more than anyone before. To stand in front of you, marrying you, was a dream she had never even imagined.

Even though I might never learn why I deserve you, I'll love you. For you, I'll spend the rest of my life loving you and promising you my forever." Smiling at you, she slipped the ring onto your finger. She looked at you like you were everything she wanted from life. Now, you were.

Clint gestured to you to begin your vows, looking at you with a teary smile. Thinking over the words you'd spent nights planning, you took in a deep breath. Once, you'd thought you'd make a mess of your speech. But now, standing there with Yelena, all your worries faded.

"You found me when I didn't know if I could ever heal, ever love." You began, your eyes glancing behind her to Natasha. She gave you a small nod, a small smile on her face. You smiled back at her, looking back at your bride.

"When we met, I knew if I'd only heal if I was with you; I knew I could love only you. Through our best and our worst, I love you, Yelena Belova. You healed me and loved me when I was sure I couldn't, you showed me what love can truly feel like." You said, watching her face light up when you said her whole name.

She had always loved the way you said her name. It wasn't with scorn, rather with care and admiration. You reached forward, taking her hand in yours. You toyed with her fingers before continuing with your speech, tears trailing down your cheek.

"You promised me forever even though I might not have one. Today, I stand in front of the woman I love most, promising her my forever." You slid the ring onto her finger, hearing the rings clink together along with the sob she let out at your words. Her hands intertwined with yours intimately, she glanced to Clint to continue.

"You may now kiss the bride."

Yelena rushed forwards, her hands pulling you closer to her. Your lips met hers as your eyes fluttered shut, your hands reaching up to wrap around her neck. All your feelings came out, your love for her, your happiness, everything. It was everything you wanted, and more.

Cheering sounded around the room, music started playing for your first dance. Pulling away, you rested your forehead against hers. Your breath mingled, a smile covering your face as she began to pull you over to dance. Her hand twined in yours, wedding rings clinking together.

She laughed as she twirled you, letting the music flow around you and bring your greatest dreams of love to life. Your laugh echoed in her ears, your feet shuffling to the beat as she pulled you back in. Her hands rested on your waist, your arms wrapped around her neck.

The cool metal of the ring pressed against her skin as you swayed to the music. Others began to join you on the dance floor, laughing and talking. Only one stood along the sidelines, watching you dance with longing eyes. You caught her green gaze, giving her a small smile.

Natasha smiled back at you, wishing she was the one holding you instead of her. She ignored her wishes, watching you dance with the love of your life on your wedding day. Your happiness was something she could live with, even if she wasn't the one you were happy with.

"I love you." You whispered to Yelena, smiling as you rested your foreheads together. Her eyelashes fluttered against yours, breath fanning over your face. A smirk turned up her lips, pulling away as she twirled you again.

"I hope so," She joked, watching you roll your eyes light-heartedly. "But I love you too."

You laughed again, your back meeting her front as she continued to sway with the music. Her left hand twined with yours, your rings clinking against each other. Her face tucked into your shoulder, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you danced.

The happiness you felt now, you wanted it to last for the rest of your life. This euphoria of dancing with her, loving her. It would last through the years, through everything.

How strangely beautiful, she'd been taught her entire life that love was a dream which never came true. While you had loved your entire life, only to give up on it when it seemed like a dream. With each other, it was never a dream, but a reality you wanted to treasure for the rest of your lives.

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[doodles-bi-tea]

Nightmares | MCYT | Charlie (Slimecicle) X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Profanity, Description of a Nightmare, Implied Death or Disappearance, and short description of a Panic Attack.

(A/n):

Thank you comfort anon for the request! Sorry it took a bit, there were a lot more distractions for me this week than I initially thought… Anyways, I really liked this prompt and was excited to see my first request here on Tumblr, and that it was a Slimecicle one :D Also, I hope you don’t mind that I wrote it in second person. If you’d prefer another POV, you can tell me and I’ll fix it up. This is also unedited and not my best work imo lol. Thank you again, and I hope the oneshot is to your liking! Another note, just wanted to say no hate to Grace, love her and love her and Charlie together.

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[Second Person Point of View | Nightmare]

(This is a nightmare you can use in place of a real one you’ve had. You don’t have to, but I did write a little for it specifically.)

It began getting harder to breathe, black clouded your vision, but it was clear to see the pain and suffering that was happening around you. It was a painful sight, that was definite, but the most heart wrenching part of it all was the anguished faces and cries of the people. A cry was heard from behind, and you whipped your head around to see Charlie. He was running from a large shadowy mass, with his hand outstretched to you. You began to run towards him, your hand out to him as well, but he tripped. Charlie tumbled on the asphalt, his cracked glasses fell to the side. You pushed yourself even harder, trying your hardest to run to him, the darkness coming ever closer. Both you and Charlie looked at the shadow-like figure, and although you wanted to deny it, it was getting extremely close to him. Charlie gave you one last desperate look, tears gathering in both his and your eyes.

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[Second Person Point of View | Real Life]

The expression he made before being swallowed by the pitch black cloud was ingrained in your mind as you shot up out of your bed. Unfortunately, the trouble breathing you had in the nightmare had carried over into real time, as well as the tears. After your breathing slowed down, you took in some deep breaths, and recollected your thoughts. Your first priority was to call Charlie. Even if you told yourself you knew he was fine, it would be nice to make sure and hear his voice.

You went to his contact and pressed the “call” button, the dial tone blaring in your ear. You got more ansty by the second, until the phone was picked up.

“Hello?”

“Hey, uh, Charlie, are you okay?”

“Yeah, why?” Charlie’s voice was groggy, and it was evident he had been sleeping.

You looked at your bedside clock, realizing it was three in the morning.

“Oh, shit, sorry, Charlie, I didn’t look at the time,” You apologized shakily. “I can just go, you go back to sleep.”

“No, no, no, if you called me it must be important, right? What’s up?”

“Oh, it’s… it’s nothing. I just wanted to check in on you.”

Charlie was able to tell you were lying (partially). “I’m coming over, just wait, like, fifteen minutes.

“Wait, wait, Charlie, no, it’s-“ He had hung up. “Fine…”

Since you knew Charlie was going to be coming over, you decided to just get out of bed now and stay awake. You texted Charlie, in hopes of getting him to change his mind, but he only responded that he was still going to your house. A sigh left your lips while you put the kettle on the stove and turned the burner on. In the reflection of yourself on the metal of the kettle, you could see the bags under your eyes and your messy hair. It had been hard to sleep this week, but this night had frightened you the most, since it was about Charlie.

You waited for the water to boil, then made a cup of tea/coffee, sipping it quietly at the countertop. A knock at the door startled you, nearly making you spill the mug, but you realized it was probably Charlie. You peered out the peephole and saw Charlie standing there with two plastic bags in his hands.

You opened the door, and greeted your boyfriend with a frown. “Charlie, you really didn’t have to come over. It’s 3 in the morning!”

“Well, I wanted to, so I did.” Charlie came in and placed the two bags on the counter. “And I brought snacks!”

“Well, I guess I can’t say no to that.” You couldn’t stop a small smile from slipping onto your face. (*Say No to This starts playing*)

He grinned, and began to pull the treats out of the bag. “We have… (your favorite candy/chocolate here), (your favorite soda/juice/drink), (your favorite chips/savory snack), and (favorite ice cream/sorbet)!”

“Holy shit, Charlie,” Your eyes were practically popping out of their sockets at the sight of all the food your boyfriend had bought. “Thank you!”

“No problem! But, uh, you sounded really panicked over the phone, and I kinda got worried about you, even if you were the one checking in on me. Is everything okay? You don’t normally call to check on me this early in the morning.”

You had been moving the snacks to the coffee table next to the couch and putting the (ice cream or sorbet) away in the freezer while he was talking, but you stopped at his last sentences. “Oh, I just had a bad dream, that’s all… But sit over here, I’ll be right back, Charlie.”

He complied, and sat on the couch while you dashed down the hallway to get something. You came back a couple seconds later, two pillows and blankets in your arms. You tossed them onto the couch and then sat down next to Charlie, nuzzling your head into his arm while he turned the TV on. You pulled the blanket over your legs and torsos, getting into a comfortable situation next to each other. The two of you began to watch (your favorite show) and eating the snacks, but the nightmare was still bothering the both of you from the back of your minds.

“If you don’t mind,” Charlie caught you off guard, his voice quiet and sincere. “Could you tell me what your bad dream was about?”

You were hesitant, but told him. You described the nightmare, how there was the giant black mass that had caused mass chaos, the scene, the screams. And, most reluctantly, how you lost him.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” Charlie’s vibrant smile had dropped from his face, and his demeanor changed. “But listen to me when I say this. I’m here with and for you for as long as you need me to be. I don’t care if it’s three in the morning. I don’t care if I’m streaming. I don’t care if I’m busy or supposed to be doing something else. If you need me, I’ll be there for you.”

Your heart melted at his words, and you smiled. “Thank you, Charlie, I really needed that.”

“There’s no need to thank me, (Y/n). Love you.” He pulled you into a hug.

“Love you too, Charlie.” You wrapped your arms around him as well.

Both of you sat there like that for a moment, just smiling like idiots in love (which you were), your arms around each other. You laid your head against his chest while he lightly messed with your hair. The warmth from him was kept in by the blankets, making it hard to stay awake. Eventually, your eyelids got too heavy and the warmth was too comfortable, so you drifted off to sleep.

Charlie looked down at you, smiling upon seeing your sleeping face. He was pretty tired at that point too, so he turned the TV off, then placed a kiss on your forehead before falling asleep himself. No more nightmares would happen for either of you that night to say the least. Only fluffy, comforting dreams of your favorite things, including each other.

[girl-of-many-fandoms]

can you do a spencer or hotch x reader where it’s based on when they’re on the train in the first season and the reader gets held hostage?

Hostage

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: mentions of blood, angst, gun violence

GIF by @zhuzhubii

MASTERLIST

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Relaxing into my seat on the train I flipped open the case file in hand to go over the information with Elle before we get to Texas

“You’re going to be dreaming of the file after today” she took it out of my grasp closing it before turning to face me 

“We’ve been over it many times, we’ll be fine. So-” she started eagerly waiting for me to catch on to where this conversation was heading

“So what?” 

“How was your date with the team’s genius?” she nudged me giggling like a school girl

“Oh, that. It was really nice, we had dinner at his place and we watched Star Wars until we passed out on his couch” my cheeks got heated from the blush that tainted my face

“I’m telling you, you two are made for each other” she gushed just as the train came to a stop, strange

“What’s going on?”

“Why’d we stop?”

The passengers on board started firing questions as if any of us knew the answer. The door to the cart opened and the operator walked in 

“Ladies and gentlemen everything is fine, please stay calm” he reassured the ansty people before walking in our direction, his eyes landed on the case file in Elle’s hand before stooping down to our level

“You ladies on duty?” 

“Yeah, what’s the problem?” 

“Suicide, somebody jumped in front of the train” he sighed fiddling with his thumbs

Damn, I hope their soul finds peace 

“We’re waiting for the cops to show up and then we’ll be on our way” standing up he moved further down the cart but before he could get past the gentleman a few rows down there was a scuffle between the two and the sound of gunshots rang out 

Elle and I were about to spring into action but another shot rang out and there was a burning sensation in my abdomen, I was shot. Slumping into the seat I applied pressure as best as I could to stop the blood from gushing out the wound. Elle moved to assist me but the armed man slammed her to the floor, taking her handcuffs and securing her to the bench across from me

Fuck

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“You guys have to see this” JJ stood in front of the monitor drawing the attention of the team. Spencer hoined her trying to gauge the situation just as Gideon bursts into the room

“I heard we have a hostage situation”

“On a train that was heading to Texas. Apparently someone jumped on the tracks to commit suicide and the unsub used that to his advantage” Aaron filled him in on the details 

“Y/n and Elle” 

“They’re in Texas” 

“Nope, they’re on that train”

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Son of a bitch this hurts

My hands were covered in blood that slowed down somewhat, my abdomen hurts like hell

“You’ve gotta hold on y/n” Elle ordered accross from me as the man paced the floor 

“I’m gonna puke” a woman said behind me before doing just that. The sound of cars pulling up made me look out the window. A swarm of SWAT and local police immediately surrounded the train. A black SUV pulled up and the rest of the team piled out. Spencer took one long look at cart and I saw the worried expression etched on his face

“Come here!” there was a scuffle and the lady screamed at the force he used to drag her to where he wanted her 

“Don’t hurt her!” grunting I moved to stand but he knocked me to the ground

“What do you want?” my partner asked tugging on her restraints hoping they somehow break. The man didn’t respond as he continued to pace 

“Leave me alone!” he screamed talking to the thin air, most like a delusion

“Get it out! I want it out!” tugging on his hair he waved his gun back and forth between Elle and me

“Get what out?”

“The chip that the government uses to track me” he rolled his sleeve up and his scars were visible meaning he had tried to remove this ‘chip’ many times before

Great he’s having a psychotic break

“Teddy” one of the women called out to the man and he furrowed his eyebrows at her, gun pointing at her

“C’mon Teddy, everything’s going to be alright” she stepped forward slowly, showing him that she wasn’t a threat 

“Just let all these people g-” before she could finish speaking he pulled the trigger and she dropped to the ground

Mustering up the little strength I had left I pushed myself up and he turned the gun on me

“You don’t want to do that” 

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“Let me go in Hotch I could do it” Spencer pleaded with his boss who wasn’t keen on the idea of having another member of his team in immediate danger 

“Teach it to me, I’ll do it” Derek piped up waiting for boy wonder to teach him the magic trick

“No way, I’ve been doing this my entire life. It takes years of practice to do this”

“It’s the best shot we have”

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“I-I’ll shoot you! Stop moving!” he pressed the barrel of the gun against my head but I refuse to show this man fear

“You shoot me again, you die. You really want to go out like this?” I stared up at him and his hands shook. The phone rang and he spoke to whoever was on the other end

“No just one agent” hanging up the phone he held the woman to his chest, hun pressed into her side. My vision started blurring, head became lighter as I continued to bleed out

Don’t pass out, don’t pass out

“Stay with me y/n” Elle’s voice was the last thing I heard before I passed out

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Why does everything hurt?

Groaning I opened my eyes and winced at the sudden intrusion of light. Fully adjusted to the lighting I scanned my surroundings. I’m in a hospital

“Hey, hey, you’re okay. I’m right here” a hand touched my shoulder, Spencer

“What happened?”

“You lost a lot of blood and you passed out on the train” he brushed the lose strands of hair out of my face, smiling down at me

“How did you guys get us out of there?”

“I did a magic trick”

“What?”

“I’ll tell you about it another day but in the meantime get some rest”

Kissing my forehead he held onto my hand, thumb gently brushing against the back of it as we just stayed there in the peaceful silence

[quietmyfearswith]

bratty little ; preferences

warnings — GASLIGHTING, DDLG, swearing, mentions of punishment, spanking, choking, vibrator, threats of abandoning someone, swear words, allusions to smut

characters — dark!andy barber, dark!steve rogers, dark!ransom drysdale, dark!bucky barnes, dark!lance tucker,  dark!clark kent, dark!syverson, dark!august walker

a/n — THIS IS A DARK FIC WITH DARK THEMES WITH DDLG DYNAMICS,, do not interact if youre not 18+,, i know the visual for bucky’s preference is for like when you go potty but imagine it on a dining chair okay?? ok.. lmk what you think!

their love language | with their little | when you’re insecure | slipping into little space | fussy | happy hoelidays | cartoons | obssessed | little rules | innocent little

masterlist

“Dada!” Y/N shrieked out loud from where she was seated on the living room floor while she played with her toys, the sounds coming from the television were quieter in comparison to the wail she let out. When her screaming failed to get a reaction from the lawyer — Andy knew that he gave her everything she needed so there was no possible thing that she could possibly need at the moment —  whose eyes were only focused on either his laptop screen or on the paperworks for the case he was assigned to. She then held her stuffie in her hand then threw it at the busy man; upon seeing the stuffed animal land on his workspace he turned to her with a deep frown on his face, “Petal, don’t throw your stuffies at me; unless you want me to throw them away in the garbage?” She was about to speak but when he raised an eyebrow  at her, “Are you that ungrateful for everything that dada gives you?” With that, she then brought her attention back to the show.

“That’s what I thought,” Andy mumbled as his eyes focused once again on scanning the computer. But his focus was short-lived as another stuffie hit his forehead — and that was the final straw. Pushing himself off from the table he walked over to where his usually obedient girl was and kneeled down to level with her, “I said to behave, petal — and I asked nicely right?” Seeing the veins become even more prominent on his neck turned her on and it was even made apparent when she shyly looked down on the floor as she told him, “I just wanted you to pay attention to me, dada.” Her statement had him amused as smirked at her while filthy thoughts ran around his head, “Well you not only got my attention,” She flashed a hopeful grin at him before it was replaced with a horrified look when he added, “You have a punishment waiting for you.”

“Daddy! I told you to come play with me,” She whined as she stomped her foot and crossed her arms. Fastening the screw on his bike, August could only huff in annoyance as he heard his little one whine, “And I told you to wait a while, little one. Didn’t daddy teach you to be patient?” This just angered Y/N even more — she was excited that he was home following a month-long mission wherein he was sent somewhere in Europe and wanted nothing more than to make up for lost time. While the Hammer did want to spend time with her, he just wanted to fix something in his bike since he has been putting that off for a while now. “If you don’t want to play with me, I’m gonna go play with myself!” She huffed out as she strutted out of the garage and into the inside of their home. Confused with her statement, he didn’t know if she meant that in a little way or in a big girl way; either way it had him fed up with her attitude. Dropping the tools on the floor as it made a loud noise, he then washed his hands with the sink before making his way inside to search for her.

“Where are you, little one?” He called out; and almost instantly she replied to him, “In the playroom!” Leave it to her to still be extremely needy for his presence despite being a rascal. Entering the bedroom that was transformed as her playroom, he kneeled behind her as his lips grazed the shell of her ear while one hand trailed over the front of her neck, “Did little one not learn her lesson?” Feeling his breath tickle her skin made her halt her movements as she was playing with the tea set he had gifted her when he returned from Paris after a two-month deployment. “I just wanted daddy to spend time with me,” She nervously gulped down, “Missed you too much.” He knew she had good intentions, but that didn’t excuse her behaviour; and he made it clear by tightening his grip on her neck by pushing his fingers down on the sides of her neck as he whispered, “I missed you too but you don’t see me getting all whiny now do you?” The iron grip he had on her neck allowed minimal movement as she shook her head no as she got even more ansty at that thought of what might follow. “Here I was ready to reward you — I've been watching the camera footage of you and noticed how you obeyed all of daddy’s rules.”

“Tătic, I wanna go out in the park!” Y/N whined as Bucky was hauling her over his left shoulder, into their shared living quarters. Using his metal hand, he swatted her bum softly as he scolded her, “Don’t you think you’ve had enough playtime today? It’s about time you spent some time with your daddy, sweetie.” When placing her back on her feet, she turned around to head for the door; the super soldier’s strength allowed him to prevent her sprinting figure from leaving him. “I’m gonna give you one last time to behave and stop wanting to go to the park, sweetheart,” He sternly scolded her, but she only persisted harder as her smaller hands hit against his chest as she wailed out, “Wanna go to the park! Wanna go out and play, tătic!” Continuously repeating those two sentences, Bucky has had enough of her whining state as he carried her once more and placed her on the dining chair she dreaded the most.

“Wanna be a fucking brat?” He muttered under his breath as he strapped the belt just right under her breasts before joining the lock on her thighs — effectively restricting her movement and there was no way for her to break free from it since there was a padlock to both belts, “Then I’ll treat you like a fucking brat.” Y/N was now full on sobbing as she sat on the chair and looked at the Avenger with a pout, “Just wanna play more with Peter and Wanda and Steve!” She managed to get out in between hiccups; Bucky levelled his face with her with a mocking pout of his own, “Is that what you want, sweetheart?” She nodded her head desperately as trashed around the restraints, wanting to rip it off of her. “But little sweeties like you don’t get to decide for themselves. That’s why you have your tătic, remember?” Deep down inside her, she knew he was right; so she remained silent as tears continued to race down her cheeks. Bucky used his flesh hand to wipe her face off as he kissed her forehead lovingly, “And I think it’s about time you ate some snacks hm? How about some of those cookies we baked?”

“Doll? You called for me?” Steve peered his head from the door of her playroom; he was currently going over the file Sam sent over to him when his little doll shrieked out loud for him, and he rushed over to the next door as he thought that something bad had happened to her. Low and behold there she was smiling widely as she was sitting on the floor while playing with her train and car set, “Hi, sir.” Puzzled with her behaviour he knelt down to level with her as he pressed the back of his palms to her forehead and neck — checking her temperature as he asked, “Are you alright, doll? Are you sick? Why did you call me?” Sheepishly grinning at him, she shrugged her shoulders, “Nothing, sir. Just wanted to see how you were.” Thinking that she was concerned with his well-being, he cooed as he kissed her forehead, “‘M doing good, doll. Just need to work for a bit before we spend some time together okay?”

“Yes, sir,” She saluted, making Steve laugh as he exited the room and headed back to his office. A few minutes into reading the file, he once again heard her yell out for him, “Sir! Come over here!” He went back to her playroom, “What’s wrong, doll?” He didn’t see anything wrong or out of place since the last time he was in here — she was still sitting on the floor as she was playing with her toys. Peering up at him as she batted her lashes, “Missed you, sir.” The former Avenger had to sigh out loud before answering her, “You know I have to work right? I need to finish my work before being with you?” This upset her as she threw the toys she was playing with on the floor as she crossed her arms, “I don’t want you to work! I wanna be with my sir!” It was adorable to see her in such a needy state for him; but that didn’t excuse her  for disrupting his work and for flinging her toys on the floor. Walking over to where she was, he carried her with him to his office, “Okay doll, you get to sit on sir’s lap as he works — does that sound good?” Nodding her head up and down against his broad chest, she squealed excitedly and hugged his torso; her cheerful reaction however, was short-lived as she quickly whined out in complaint when he said, “Though I will have to punish you for disturbing me and for throwing your toys, doll. You get no cummies for a week and some spanks later, okay?”

“Can we go now, Captain?” Y/N asked as she batted eyelashes sweetly at her boyfriend as she had her arm hooked tenderly around his muscular one. Leaning over to whisper in her ear, his beard tickled her skin a bit as he answered, “You know we can’t just go yet, baby girl.” It had only been a half hour after he had been given a medal for his service during his time in the army and now they were currently eating their meal as Sy chatted with one of his former superiors. Since she didn’t know anyone else, she let her eyes wander around the venue as she currently wasn’t conversing with anyone. Wanting to relieve her dry throat, she drank a bit of the water and noticed how Sy’s superior excused himself to go to the bathroom; wanting to take advantage, she then traced the newly added medal on his uniform, “So shiny, Captain.” Her small, fascinated voice caught his attention and he kissed her forehead, “Like it, baby girl?” In an instant, her mood changed as she bluntly confessed, “Not really; just wanna go home now. That’s what I like! Wanna play with my shiny toys,” She whined, referring to the iPad he ordered her to leave at home since she wasn’t allowed to use it for this event.

“If you continue to act like this then I might just ban you from using your shiny toy for a month,” Sy exhaled angrily as he gripped her thigh through her dress tightly, leaving his handprint on her skin. Shocked with his sudden display of aggressiveness — especially since they were in public — she nodded but still managed to whimper, “Don���t wanna be here anymore, Cap’n. Wanna go home now.” Seeing how restless she was being, he decided to play around with it as smirked at her after setting the vibrator that was nested in her pussy to at the highest setting, “Well if you stay still for the rest of the hour, we’re gonna go home and I’m gonna reward you for your great behaviour.” Looking down on her phone, she gasped out loud when she read the time as 9:01 pm and whimpered as she realized the long hour ahead of her.

“Time for bed, little angel!” Lance declared after dressing his baby up in her onesie. Despite having just taken a bath, she sprinted off from the bathroom and onto her playroom; the gymnast was surprised when his girl left him alone while he had his back turned away from her as he was keeping the lotion and brush he had used on her. “What the? Angel, where are you?” Walking out of their shared bedroom, he opened the door to her playroom and yet she wasn’t there. Hearing the soft chatter coming from the television, he then went to the living room where he spotted her best girl watching her favorite cartoon. “Didn’t I tell you it was time to go to bed, angel?”

“Don’t wanna go to bed, papa,” Y/N calmly said as she snuggled into the couch even more. Taking a seat beside her, he placed her in his lap; she was instantly squirming away from his lap for she knew that he was gonna put a stop to her watching. “Wanna watch, papa! Don't’ wanna sleep!” Lance swiftly smacked her bum, hoping to calm her down, but it just made her wiggle away even more from the gold medallist. “Not going to sleep, papa,” She sassed as she pouted while her eyes were glued to the screen. Feeling his patience wear thin due to how she was being , he grabbed her by the cheeks, making her look down on his fierce, angered features, “This isn’t my angel whom I’m talking to. I think this is someone else’s little brat,” He observed as his thumb ran across her lips, “Might have to ask around for who owns this little brat so they can go back to their respectful caregiver.” Terrified at the thought of being away from him, Y/N launched herself to curl on Lance’s lap as she wrapped her arms around his neck, “I’m your good angel, papa! I promise! I’m gonna go for bedtime now,” She was spitting out the words in a rush. Smirking, he turned the television off as he carried his angel to their shared bedroom; kissing her forehead, he rubbed her back to calm down her sobbing figure, “There’s my angel! I knew she would never leave me alone.”

“Princess, what’s wrong?” Ransom had been waiting for her to come out of the bathroom since they were headed to Harlan’s for dinner with his family. Hearing no coherent response from her, he went inside and saw how she was sitting in her vanity, wearing the dress he told her to wear, “You look ready to me, princess. Let’s go.” She turned to face him and instead of giddily standing up and latching her arm with his, she just sat there and told him, “I’m not going with king.” Smirking since the spoiled Drysdale thought that she was bluffing, he sarcastically asked, “And why is that?” With a pointed look and firm tone she answered, “‘Cause I don’t want to! Wanna be a princess in here!” Upon realizing how her little persona was clouding her mind, Ransom wanted to ease her worries. Kneeling in front of her, he grabbed both her hands, kissed the back of both palms as he looked her straight in the eyes and promised her, “You still can be my little princess when we’re having the dinner; you don’t have to be a big girl when we’re over there.”

“But won’t they think I’m weird?” His statement just caused her to stress even more despite being in her comfort space. “Don’t wanna go at all, king. Just staying here, and in this pretty dress.” This just irked Ransom even more as he thought he was giving her solutions to her dilemmas, but clearly it just didn’t solve anything at all. She continued to whine about how his family would think even poorly of her when he decided he just had enough; he grabbed both her arms and guided her to her feet, dragging her to his car. Catching his drift, she panicked a bit, “I don’t have any shoes on, king!” Opening the passenger door, he shoved her to sit down, buckling her seatbelt as he spoke, “Well too bad, princess. Maybe if you weren’t too whiny you would have shoes on your cute feet.” As he began to drive to his grandfather’s mansion, she was letting out huffs of annoyance and threatened her, “If you keep pouting and whining you won’t get any new clothes for a month,” And that shut her up real quick as she remained silent for the rest of the drive.

“Okay honey, here you go,” Clark sing-songed as he presented you with a plate of pancakes with strawberries around it to mimic hair whereas the chocolate placed on the flapjack was formed into a smiley face, “Bon appétit, honey.” It was her favorite breakfast, and yet it didn’t lighten up her mood or even get her to smile; with a pout, she crossed her arms after pushing the plate away from her. “Use your words, honey,” He reminded in a stern yet gentle tone. Despite his warning, she wasn’t threatened or scared as she continued to wordlessly pout and push the plate even further away from her unti; the plate hit the hero’s forearm that was on the counter. Exhaling angrily, he warned her one last time, “Unless you want a punishment I suggest you tell me what’s wrong.”

“Mad at bubba,” She finally spoke out quickly as she finally looked at him with a fierce look on her face; but it didn’t faze Clark for he thought that it was a really adorable look and it reminded him of an angry baby bear. “Why are you mad at me, honey?” She debated internally whether or not she should tell him about it before ultimately deciding to continue being bratty and leave him unanswered. The Kryptonian scoffed as he watched her saunter over to the couch and turn on the television; with purposeful strides, he walked on over to where she was, he sat beside her as he yanked her arm to get her to look at him while he stared at her with dark eyes and spoke huskily, “Cut that attitude out honey or I will have to spank you until you forget about why you were being such a fucking brat.” It wasn’t just his threat that had her trembling in fear but it was also the way he held onto her rigidly, letting her know that he wasn’t in the mood to play games with her. After nervously nodding her head, Clark calmed down a bit as he cleared his throat, “Good, now tell me why are you acting this way, honey.”

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Don’t Play

Part 2/3 of the Companion Trilogy.

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: During one of your visits to Kun’s place, he offers his companion’s services to Yangyang, boasting that he’ll show him what a real companion is like. You fully expected Yangyang to refuse–sharing companions wasn’t illegal but it was definitely taboo, and even Yangyang can’t be stupid enough to do that. But to your shock and horror, he agrees. Warnings: femdom, exhibitionism, blowjobs, overstimulation, yangyang being a needy baby  

You hated going to Kun’s mansion, the young man didn’t just get on your nerves, but he was also always all over his companion right in front of you, and it had a habit of getting Yangyang ansty and riled up. Like right now.

You try to oblige him as much as possible, allowing him to kiss and touch you some, but you always stop it before it gets too far, needing to keep something of yourself to yourself, something that frustrates Yangyang greatly. He tries to play it off like it doesn’t bother him but you know he’s always disappointed every time you send him off to one of his girls hot and bothered.

"I'm really hard right now." Yangyang breathes into your ear, his hands feeling you up over your clothes. Right now would be when you stop his wandering hands, the press of his hard member against your ass sobering you up, and send him on his way. But Yangyang didn’t bother to invite any of his lady friends to your little trip with Kun.

"You're the one who didn't bring one of your girls along."

"Because this is an intimate vacation." He grumbles, trying to keep you from squirming out of his lap.

It’s not like you didn’t enjoy making out with Yangyang; you had your needs too--god knows how you’d always have to bitterly get yourself off every time you turned him down--and he is an incredibly attractive guy. But he’s far too entitled for you to even begin to give him what he wants. You love him, you really do. He colors your days like no one else can, and behind his brattiness, there is a heart of gold, but he doesn’t seem to get why you’re so adamant about not giving yourself to him and that in itself is a huge problem to you.

“Can’t you give it to me just this once?”

His bristle at his question. He’s talking as if your body is something you can just let him have to be nice. “No. And that’s enough.” You tear his hands off of you.

“Why are you being such a bitch?”

Your jaw drops. He did not just call you a bitch for refusing to have sex with him.

Before you can say anything, Kun interrupts. “It seems like you guys are having a bit of a problem.” He snickers, his hand practically down his companion’s pants.

Yangyang scoffs at his friend and you snarl, “It’s none of your business.”

He just smiles knowingly, staring you down. “If you’re having problems with her, I’m sure Hyejin would be more than happy to show her how a real companion should act.”

“Are you insane?” You didn’t bother keeping the disgust out of your face. What he was suggesting was preposterous. Sharing companions wasn't illegal, but it was definitely frowned upon. A companion is yours to keep, and if you're seeking comfort from someone else's then it's a great shame on your companion. It shows that they have failed in their entire life’s purpose. You’re sure Yangyang will put the arrogant pervert in his place.

“Ok.”

You turn to Yangyang with absolute betrayal covering every inch of your face. You just can’t believe he’s doing this to you. You can tell he already regrets that one word. He knows he fucked up, but he’s too stubborn and prideful to back down now.

With his jaw set and head high, he says defiantly, "If you don't want to see it, you can go."

You’re so disgusted, you practically jump off of him, and that’s when you see it--the tiny look of relief on his face--and you know he’s bluffing. He wants you to think that he’ll do it, but he wouldn’t. You won’t let it slide though.

So you sit back down next to him and press your body to his, your hand going to unbutton his pants. His eyes widen and the breath gets trapped in his lungs in paralyzing shock. You can practically see the gears in his brain working overtime to try and understand what you’re doing.

Smiling sweetly at him and you pull his zipper down, you say, “And how am I gonna learn how to be a real companion if I don’t stay and watch?”

You hand ghosts over his dick, knocking the breath out of him as you pull his boxers over his member, freeing it. He whimpers as it slaps against his stomach and he closes the gap between your face, catching your lips in a fervent kiss. You reciprocate, caressing the skin of his thigh where it meets his stomach, so close yet so far from where he actually needs it.

"Baby--" He starts, lids heavy as he pulls away from the kiss, but you turn your head to the other companion, ignoring him. Raising an eyebrow at the two people in front of you, you goad, “Well?”

Kun breaks out into a grin and helps his companion up. She sends him a nervous look but he just taps her ass and shoos her towards you. “Go on, baby.”

You don’t know who looks more frightened, Yangyang or her, as she settles between his legs. Kun, on the other hand, seems entirely too pleased with himself, smugly looking at you as if he’s challenging you to back down, but you won’t. You could give Yangyang a run for his money when it comes to headassery.

“Go on then.” You tell Hyejin, grabbing Yangyang’s dick and giving it a couple of deliberate strokes as if to entice her. This is the first time you’ve ever touched Yangyang’s bare dick--the most you’d gone so far is to cup his over his pants--and the effect on him is clear. He throws his head back, moaning.

But he quickly sits upright again when he feels Hyejin’s mouth on him. He looks at you in a panic, not believing that you’re letting this happen. You give him a tart smile. “Why are you looking at me when she’s being so nice to you? Don’t be rude, baby. Look at her.”

You grab his jaw, your palm pressing down on the upper part of his neck, and turn his head towards her. You feel his throat vibrate as he moans and tries to focus on Hyejin. You had no intention of letting him, though.

Pressing your thumb against his pulse point, you feel it thudding against you as you lean closer to whisper in his ear. “Or did you create this whole scene so you’d force me to fuck you, and now you got yourself stuck.”

His throat jumps beneath your hand as he gulps. “No. Even you wouldn’t do something so stupid…" You push his head back against the couch, fully holding his neck now and tightening your grasp, "Would you, baby?”

His breath hitches and his hips snap up, causing Hyejin to gag on his cock, which only makes it harder for him to breathe.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" You growl, pulling on his earlobe with your teeth. "Fucking dirty."

Yangyang is loud. He’s loud in everyday life, and he’s loud while getting his dick sucked. You can't wait to find out if he's even louder he cums. Your hand leaves his neck and he takes in a huge gulp of air that he promptly chokes on when you pinch his nipple through his shirt.

"Ah fuck!" He yelps and bucks his hips up again, choking poor Hyejin. She pulls back, coughing, and you pinch Yangyang's other nipple.

"You're going to choke her, brat."

He looks at you, eyes pleading and glistening. “I'm sorry." And you know he's apologizing for more than just that.

"Too late for that." You grab his dick and squeeze it firmly, making him shut up. “You wanted this, now be good and take it.”

“Yes, baby.” He gives up easily, quite literally baring his neck for you as he slumps back on the couch.

When Hyejin takes him in her mouth again, he doesn't even bother trying to look at her, fixing his gaze on you instead, his eyes practically fucking you while he gets his dick sucked by another woman. You snort and start thumbing at his nipple, much gentler this time, and between her mouth on him and your fingers playing with his nipples, he starts squirming.

"Are you gonna cum from this?" You ask him, placing light kisses against the side of his neck.

"Y-yeah."

"Gonna cum down her throat while your own companion sits beside you?"

"I'm sorry. I fucked up."

"Yes, you did." Your growl against his skin, making him shiver. "Now don't make me wait and cum."

"Yes, baby--" He barely gets the words out before he's cumming--Hyejin struggling to keep his load in her mouth--and when he does, he screams your name. And you have to admit, it restored the confidence you had lost in yourself when he started this whole thing.

“Well this was interesting.” Kun drawls, motioning for Hyejin to come attend to his now raging boner. You give him a scowl, remembering that he's still there. Doing your best to ignore him, you turn back to the still panting Yangyang smugly. "Do you always scream my name when you're with other women?"

He blushes and shakes his head. You pout, "So you don't wish it was me blowing you?"

He whines and you laugh at his already hardening cock. "Please."

"Want my mouth on you, baby?" You stroke his hardening cock and he winces in pain but nods eagerly. "Dirty baby. Your dick is not even dry and you already want another blowjob."

"Please, I've waited for so long."

You get down between his knees where Hyejin just was. You lean closer and lick a strip up his cock, and even though the action was tentative and unpracticed, it made him shiver nonetheless. Wrapping your mouth around him, you try to mimic the movements Hyejin just did, albeit less deftly. You felt dirty putting him in your mouth and tasting not only him but Hyejin too. But despite your inexperience and relative disgust, Yangyang was moaning like you’ve never heard him before. He was squirming under you like you were giving him the suck of his life.

He grabs your hair and tries to fuck your mouth, but you pin his hands to his sides and pull off of him. "Keep those there or I'll stop." The slight pause affords you a better look at his state and save this image of him in your memory--adorably splayed on the couch, his mouth hanging open on his pretty fucked out face and his hips pushing up in the air in a silent plea for you to take him back in your mouth. You’ve never seen Yangyang so needy before. If you had known that this was the way to get the brat so pliant, you might’ve done it a long time ago.

You put your mouth back on him, sucking around him as you bob your head up and down. He tries to buck his hips up, but this time you’re ready for him and keep them pressed back on the couch. He doesn’t try to grab your head again though, his hands digging into the cushions as he moans and whimpers. “Baby----ahh ba....baby--” He whines, his cock hot and twitching in your mouth and you know he’s about to cum. You barely take him out of your mouth before he cums, most of it landing on your lips and chin.  

“Fuck!” He groans, the sight almost tearing a second orgasm out of him.

You wipe the cum off your face and rub it off on his clothes.

"Was this what you’ve always wanted, baby boy?"

He quickly nods, greedy hands trying to push your head back down. "Again"

You snort and slap his thigh.  "You insatiable bastard. Aren't two orgasms enough?"

"It's your fault. You made me wait for it for so long." He whines petulantly, still tugging on your hair.

"Really, Yangyang? Still acting entitled?" You go to stand up but what he says stops you in your tracks. "They should've given me another companion."

You see red, slapping him. “You rotten boy.” He holds his red cheek, eyes wide. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.” He says in a small voice.

You knew he didn’t. He was goading you because to him that's what got him what he wanted--to immature to weigh the consequences of his words.

You grab his dick again, jerking it off roughly.

"I'm sor--" He whimpers, but you shut him up with another slap, lighter this time since you're using your non-dominant hand. “I’ve had it with your fucking childish attitude.” You growl, tugging on his length harshly. "Is this all you want from me, Yangyang?"

"No!" He shakes his head vigorously.

“Then why would you say that?”

“I’m just... b-being stupid...s-sorry.” He writhes, finding it hard to think with the tight and fast grip you have on him. And despite the situation, he can’t help but push his shirt up to thumb at his own nipples.

“That’s right. You’re a fucking stupid, spoiled slut, aren’t you?”

He nods, whining and bucking into your hand. “S-sorry… I... l-love you.” He cries out earnestly as his cock twitches in your hand, and a small spurt of cum comes out, the only thing he can give after three orgasms.  

You sigh, believing him, but still hurt. “You will never say that to me again, understood?” You ask, taking your hands off of him.

“Yeah.” He says in a small voice, sniffling pathetically, his stomach stained by his own cum and a little bit of drool was running down the corner of his mouth. “Just wanted your attention.”

"Next time you pull a stunt like this, you won't be getting another chance." You warn. “Now fix yourself up.”

You were being hard on him, you know, but he really hurt you and if he wants you to forgive him, he needs to start acting like a grown up and treat you with the respect you deserve. __________________________ A/N: Honestly don’t know if I’ll make part 3 of this lol

[haikyuucute]

Hi!! 🌼 Anon here! Could I please request an angst /smut scenario with iwizumi on which his S/o is as focused in her sport (she is into karate) as he is in volley so when both national championships comming spendimg time together becomes almost impossible and therefore they are a little bit irritable and end Up having an ansty fight about the time they dedicate to sport and if they should continúe together that blows Up into a savage sex session the whole night Hope that its possible thanks!😊

Warning: Smut

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From the beginning the two of you always knew how your respective sports were important to each other— that passion was even what drew you two to each other in the first place

But unfortunately it’s also what drove you two apart

Both of you had important tournaments coming up and with all the late nights the two of you spent at school, it made it difficult for anything to really happen

For a while Iwaizumi would wait for you after practice so he could walk you home and vice versa, and the two of you would try to walk to school together as well

And with lunch periods the only time you two got to be with each other was then and before and after school

It was a bit of a blow, since the two of you would always go over to each other’s houses or go out on dates quite often before both your schedules got too busy

But the both of you were optimistic and made it work to the best of your abilities

Despite your optimism you both could feel the tension that lingered in not getting to be with each other as much as you both wanted

That tension began to steadily rise when you suddenly decided to stay later and later after practice, meaning Iwaizumi had to start going home alone

Next was when morning practice had picked up for the volleyball club, so you started walking to school by yourself

And then during lunch, the one time of the day now that you both got to spend time together, your teams started pulling the two of you out of class for extra practices

So now, the most you two could really do was call, text, and look forward to those brief stolen moments during the school day

Of course this made questions arise

And the one that made you sick to your stomach was if dating him was even worth it at this point

Tensions were at an all time high

You were frustrated with each other and yourselves for not making a better effort in your relationship

You both snapped more at your teammates and focused even harder on your sports to get your frustrations out

And then Sejoh lost against Karasuno but your team still had a few matches left

So now as Iwaizumi wasn’t as occupied but you still were, things just got worse from there

Arguments here and there started arising as he would try and get you to stop overworking yourself and spend some time with you, but you’d refuse

Iwaizumi would stare at your empty seat during lunch

Your morning walks to school resumed but they were filled with stiff conversation

And one night the tension suddenly became too much and you both snapped

You had stayed late by yourself in one of the school’s gyms when Iwaizumi had tried to stop you so he could walk you home and prevent you from overworking yourself

But you refused and before you knew it the two of you were screaming back and forth at each other

Iwaizumi accused you of not taking the relationship seriously and you weren’t putting in an effort

You accused him of the same because the only difference now was that he wasn’t busy with his practices as well

Somehow the argument had escalated to where you started making claims you didn’t truly believe

”If we can’t make this work, then maybe we’d be better off if we just broke up!”

The gym fell completely silent after the exclamation as Iwaizumi registered your words until he finally spoke

“You want to breakup?”

His voice was so low and steady, that it was kind of scary

”I-I don’t—“ “Like hell I’m letting you break up with me over this”

His words were followed by him pulling you into a bruising kiss and dragging you into the girls locker room

Iwaizumi Hajime was never one to hold back when it came to anything he was passionate about.

And if he needed to show you just how passionate he was about yours and his relationship, then that was what he was going to do.

He had your back pressed against a set of lockers, one leg hooked over his arm as he kept you spread open for him, your other foot pressed to the ground, but it did little to hold you up because if it wasn’t for Iwaizumi you definitely would’ve fallen.

He had set a brutal pace as he fucked into you, every thrust making your body jolt and you could barely form a coherent word, instead broken cries and moans of his name falling past your lips.

And it felt so fucking good— it had been so long since you were last with Iwaizumi like this, you could barely remember the last time the two of you even shared a real kiss instead of quick little pecks.

You held onto him so tightly, nails biting into his skin as he whispered dirty words in your ear— reminders that you were his, trying to knock some sense into you and make you never think for another moment that you two should break up.

”Mine,” he practically growled against your neck, kissing and biting the flesh, before dragging his lips to your ear, “‘M not losing you over a fucking sport,” he grunted, “I don’t care how many times I have to fuck it into you.”

”Hajime,” you gasped out, pressing your forehead against his shoulder. A wave of emotions came crashing over you— the fact that you were so ready to break up with him over this frightened you. Dating each other wouldn’t be easy with how busy you two usually were, but you hated that you were so ready to give up.

He moved his arm that was caging you in on one side and snaked his hand between your bodies, fingers quickly finding your clit and making you cry out for him.

”Fuck— c’mon princess, what is it?”

Your fingers dug harder into his skin, “Want you Hajime,” you managed to choke out.

”Yeah? Good, ‘cause I’m not letting you go.”

Your orgasm suddenly crashed over you, making Iwaizumi groan as you squeezed his cock. He continued to fuck you through your orgasm, prolonging it for as long as he could before his own release washed over him as he muttered curses and your name over and over again in your ear.

Once the two of you were nothing but breathless messes, he had dropped your leg. But what he said next had your heart hammering against your rib cage more than it already was.

”I’m sneaking you into my place tonight. This is far from over, by the end of the night I’ll make sure that breaking up is the last thing on your mind.”

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Road Tunes Headcannon; Batfam:

Batfam (Dick, Jason, Tim, Steph, Cass, Y/n and Damian) fighting over the aux cord during a road trip.... Yeah, this came to me head one day so I did it.

I’m doing a lot of writing rn, and getting to my request (it just takes time to write, plus I’m lazy, but I’m working on then), but I want to do something special for BabyDami(™)’s birthday. If anyone got any suggestions I’m all ears. I have something in mind, but I’ll be happy to hear them.

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It would be a simple trip as a family.

Until dick asks for the aux.

Jason: OH NO, WE ARE NOT LISTENING TO WHATEVER YOU CALL MUSIC, DICK!!!!

Everyone,

And I mean everyone,

Refuses to giving him the aux cord.

Till you ask for it only to hand it to Dick be cause you LOVE ABBA too.

Screaming every lyric because while on full volume.

Y/n: YOU CAN DANCE! YOU CAN SHIIIIINNE! HAVING THE TIME IF YOUR LIFFFEEEEEEE!!!!”

Everyone tries to get the aid back, but is slapped, punched, or pushed by you.

Dick: DANNNNCCCINGGGG QQUEEEENNNNNNNN!!

Jason gets his hands on the aux.

All hell brakes lose.

Tim: Jason, please. For the love of all things bats, don’t.

*dun* *dun* *dun* *dun*

It’s MCR

Because Jason™.

You jam to everything because you drive with every single one of them and the radio is controlled by the driver.

Jason (just to annoye his siblings) screeches every note.

You tag alone because MRC. Who does love them.

Jason: Wₕₑₙ ᵢ wₐₛ ₐ yₒᵤₙg bₒy,

Y/n: ₘy fₐₜₕₑᵣ ₜₒₒₖ ₘₑ ᵢₙₜₒ ₜₕₑ cᵢₜy

It’s either that, or literally any edgy ansty emo band during his time.

Cuz he sad boy that needs daddy’s love.

The aux is pulled out of Jason’s phone before the song could continue...

(You don’t want Jasón to continue his playlist)

Your given the aux next,

And, uhhhh

Let’s just thought they where safe.

Y/n: because wE’RE SOARINGGGGG,”

* Dick joins in because come on his dude LOVES HSM

Dick: FLLLLYYYYINGGG-

Nope not doing that. Dick starts singing we’re not playing it!

Tim has the aux....

Plays meme songs.

(SwOtY hAd ThEm ApPlE bOtToM jEaNs BoOtS wItH tHe FuR)

(Sorry that’s really suck in my head lol)

This time, he plays.....

“All Stars” from Shrek....

The ear rape version.

....Why did we allow him...

You’re just laughing along with Tim and Steph while everyone is trying to lower the volume the still stays up.

Steph’s turn.

She plays musicals

Like Hamilton, dear Evan Hanson, mean girls (dicks and steph’s favorite)

But everything is CANCELED when heathers start playing...

Dead girl walking?

More like “Steph STOP IT BABYDAMI’S INNOCENCE!!!!!”

Speaking of Damian,

He’s not given the cord.

It mostly because all he wants to listen to is classical (what everyone assumes)

In reality he just wants to listen to some kpop.

What? He like a culture shift.

Plus you listen to it, and you drive him everywhere.

You ask for the aux again, hesitant, but they hand it back to you.

In which, you please BabyDami by playing black pink, and bts

Damian is quite in the back seat, but covers his mouth so no one could see him mouthing the words.

(Lmaoo he’s so cute.

Just,

Ahhhhhhhbjikblknopbva

His little self in the back seat trying not to be heard, it’s so cute. uwu

Ok I’m done.)

No one really notices.

Too busy in the fact that your crying in your seat because

AHHHHHHHHHHJUYTRDESXCVGHJKL SUGGGAAA AND JUNGKOOK’S VOICE!!!!!

Heart attack.

...

Ummm yeah they stop handing you the aux at this point.

Cass is the last to get it.

She’s been calmly and quietly waiting for her to get her hands on it and...

Everyone is into Cass’s playlist.

She has what everyone wants: Backstreet Boys, musicals, 80s, emo rock.

Yeah everyone is jamming.

TELL ME WHY!!!

AINT NOTHING BUT A HEARRRRTTTACCHHEE

TELLL MEEE WHHYYYYYY?!?!?

AINT NOTHING BUT A MISSSSTTTAAKKKKKEE!!!!!

Dick: NOW NUMBER 5

You and Damian: IIII NEVER WANNA HEAR YOU SAYYYY

WAOH!

I WANT IT THATTTT WAYYYY!

You all wonder my you didn’t just give Cass the aux in the beginning.

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Ghost stories - Kili x reader - Day 13/13

Ghost stories

Pairing: Kili x reader

Warnings/triggers:  Kili being a jerk, injured reader

Genre: fluff, a bit angst

Word: Ghost stories – Day 13/13

Word count: 1733

A/N: I swear, this was supposed to be only drabble, different pairing (maybe Fili x reader), more into ghost stories topic and together with a request I should maybe write and post already, and with ansty end, but like...isn’t it a problem already? No, it isn’t.

A last day of 13 days of spooky writing event, I really liked this event and can’t believe is the last day! It was really quick.

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„Once upon a time, there was a scary, very scary creature,“ Kili started one of his ghost stories. The fire was creating deep shadows in his face, his voice, deeper than usual, was sending a shivers down your spine.

„A squirrel,“ You pointed out and the dwarves chuckled. Kili shot you a glare, but didn’t said anything.

„This creature was a hideous, evil, hateful man. He seemed to be hating everything and everyone,“ You rolled your eyes and noticed Bilbo looking uncomfortable.

„Until he have seen a fluffy rabbit and named it Sir Raisin Maker II., because the villagers were idiots and he wanted to prank them.“ The dwarves royared with laughter, Kili’s glare making it all even funnier. You gave him a smirk and looked away.

You and Kili never got along really well. In fact, you hated each other. The Company has already tried to make you two go along, but no, it never worked. You would always do some remarks, just to annoy him for fun. Today, it was not different – especially because Bilbo was afraid, and you knew Kili was doing this on purpose, to scare the poor hobbit.

And you won’t let him.

Before he could say anything else, Bombur said that the dinner was ready. You were on cooking duty with him today, and didn’t wanted to let Kili get away with this, of course. You took a bowl for him and Fili, and adding to his a bit more pepper. Noone noticed, and you quickly mixed it, so he wouldn’t be souspicious.

You handed the bowls to Fili and Kili. Once they started to eat, you’ve overheard Kili’s sneezing (maybe you left some dust of the pepper on the handle of the spoon), and quietly giggled. You took your own bowl and sat down between Bofur and Bilbo. You quietly asked Bilbo,

„Are you okay?“ He quickly nodded and whispered back,

„Thank you.“ You only nodded. Then you whispered again,

„Anytime.“

Meantime, Fili frowned, when his brother was slowly eating his dinner, and frowning at you, sending you angry glares.

„What’s goin‘ on, Kee? You usually eat quicker,“ Kili turned his face to his brother.

„She gave something into it, it’s too spicy, it’s burning my tongue,“ He quietly complained. Fili was holding back laughter. You surely knew how to get back for things his brother did, plus something extra.

„If anything, you will finally shut up,“ Fili murmed. Kili’s eyes widened.

„What did you said, Fili?! Wha-“

„SHUT UP, YOU CHICKEN!“ You yelled at him, wanting to listen to some stories that Bofur was telling you, Bilbo, Ori and Nori. Kili’s eyes widened. You would always bring up some nickname, that had to do something with his scruff, because you knew he hated it (or the fact the acted as a child sometimes, but he didn’t wanted to admit that). Thorin had enough of your bickering.

„Go and fetch some firewood, you two and Fili. Don’t wake the whole forest and come back early,“ He said, his voice not allowing any argument. Once you were deeper in the forest, Fili mourmed.

„Very funny, amralime,“ You turned to him.

„What did you said?“ Fili smirked and nudged his brother. Kili hissed.

„Nothing.“ You narrowed your eyes and Fili said,

„It’s a word in Khuzdul we call a person, who’s annyoing.“ You nodded in acknowledgement, being a human and having no idea what Khuzdul sounded and was like. Kili’s eyes widened and Fili rolled his eyes. He could clearly see in his brother’s behaviour what was the problem.

When you were coming back, you went first, because you were quicker. Kili hissed at his brother,

„I don’t know what are you trying to do, but stop it,“ Fili innocently smiled.

„Oh, me? Nothing.“

Back in camp, you sat back near Bilbo, Bofur, Ori and Nori and listened some cheerful stories. Fili noticed his brother’s stare, his eyes reflecting the flames and anger, his blood was most likely boiling. Fili chuckled.

„You can go and tell her, how you did you tried to put whole bowl of strawberries to your mouth when you were a dwarfling. I’m sure it will sweep her off her feet,“ Kili’s eyes widened and his face got red. He tried to cover it, but Fili noticed and laughed. Dwalin, sitting next to them, also laughed. Oin was confused, as he couldn’t hear them properly.

„What’s goin‘ on, lads? Who was weeping?“ Kili noticed Dori and jumped up, his cheeks covered in blush, trying to stop him.

„No, Dori-“

„He said the lad should go and sweep lady Y/N off her feet,“ The whole camp went quiet, but most of the dwarves laughed a second after. Kili glared at them.

„Why would I did it?! She’s the most annoying person here!“ He glared at you, being in shock, but you quickly rolled your eyes.

„Oh, calm down, amralime.“ The whole camp went silent, confused laugh escaping them. Bofur rose his brows.

„When you were planning on telling us?“ He looked at you and then at Kili. You frowned.

„What?“ Bofur sighed.

„That you two are in love with each other, obviously. But that doesn’t matter, we already know now. Just don’t -“ You stood up and walked towards Fili, purpose in every step. Your eyes were angry and Fili gulped.

„You,“ You growled and firmly held his collar, so he had to look in your angry eyes. You could see true fear in his eyes.

„What does amralime really means?“ Fili nervously chuckled.

„Uhm, it means...well...“

„I’m listening, Fili. You better talk quickly.“ You growled out slowly, the whole Company staring at you. They’ve never seen you so angry, dangerous, and there was something wild in your eyes.

„It means something like ‚my love‘ in Khuzdul,“ He said, almost whispering. You let go of his collar and he fell on his butt. Your hands were shaking, and you looked at Kili. He noticed a surprise, fear and softness he never seen on you before. In a second, you looked away.

„I need a walk,“ You mumbled and runned into forest. The whole Company was now staring at the brothers.

„Give the lass some time,“ Balin said.

„She might be in a shock.“

They were waiting for you, and when you didn’t came in an hour, two, two and a half hours, they got up and decided to find you.

A loud scream from the forest caught their attention.

Kili’s face paled and he quickly runned into the forest. He was trying to figure out where did it went from, and thought about you. Whenever he annoyed you, whenever he was making you angry, he wanted your attention. You always seemed to be around the hobbit, talking to him and protecting him. He had no idea why, but he was jealous, so jealous, and he wanted your attention only for himself, he wanted you to be his. But he was an annoying prick to you, a dork you always just rolled your eyes on and gave him some witty comeback.

If he wouldn’t do it, Fili wouldn’t be in his ‚protective, annoying and big brother‘ mood, wouldn’t try to pair you, you would stay in camp and he wouldn’t be worried sick if you were even alive.

He noticed a voices near, and whimpers. The voices were quickly away, the wimpers were growing more quiet. He heard sobbing, and it was breaking his heart.

„Y/N?“ He whispered. Your name rolled off of his tongue so easily.

„Kee?“ You whispered, careful. He quickly walked towards you, moonlight illuminating your wet, dirty and scratched face. It was all his fault.

He kneeled down to you.

„Are you injured anywhere?“ You pointed to your stomach and he carefully rolled up your tunic, you both blushing.

A cut was there, with a blood around. He hissed.

„I will take you back, just stay awake. Please,“ He whispered. You nodded and he took you in bridal style back to the camp, where Bilbo, Ori, Oin and Balin stayed, just in case someone would find you and you would need help, which was handy now.

„What happened?“ He asked you in whisper. You fluttered your eyelids to cover tears.

„Two orcs,“ You whispered.

„I would kill them, if I took a weapon with me, but I didn’t had any.“ You scrunched your face in bitter expression.

„They...they were talking about murdering me, but...I don’t know, maybe they heard you, but they went away...“ Kili’s body filled with anger.

„I will find them and kill them, for hurting you.“ He said deadly serious.

„What happened back in camp,“ You whispered carefully.

„Do you-do you-“ He sighed.

„I’m sorry, but I...I was jealous, because you and Bilbo were always together and I didn’t knew how to talk to you, so I just tried to catch your attention by annoying you, and it worked.“ You giggled.

„You’re an idiot, Master dwarf,“ He snorted and rolled his eyes.

„Oh, amralime,“ You raised a brow and he blushed.

„I’m sorry, I’m not gonna call you like this, I promise-“ You snorted.

„And I just wanted to tell you I love you,“ You murmed. His eyes widened.

„Wait, you-you love me?“ You laughed.

„How couldn’t I love you, you dork?“ He huffed.

„You’re wounded, amralime!“

„Luckily, it’s just a scratch and there’s a lot of blood and dirt around.“ You both smirked at each other and when you entered the camp, Kili carefully placed you on your bedroll and Oin came to take care of your wounds. Kili pecked your lips softly and let Oin to do what needed.

When the other members of the Company came back, they noticed you, leaning on Kili’s chest, him playing with your hair and you enjoying the warmth. Fili rose his brow.

„Wait, what happened?“ You and Kili looked at him.

„They bumped their heads into a tree, I cannot explain it differently,“ Nori mourmed and you all chuckled.

„Well, not really.“ You smirked and kissed Kili shortly. Some of others did a gagging sound.

„I’ve liked ‘em more when they hated each other,“ Gloin murmed and others chuckled. Fili sat down to you.

„But wait with children ‘till we reclaim Erebor-WAIT NO DON’T THROW IT!“ Fili quickly covered his head when you threw a shoe at him.

It seemed like you will never be bored with the Durin’s family.

[coffee-imagines]

Death Eater

Pairing:  Harry x reader (platonic)

Requested: “You’re not the person I thought you were.” “No. I’m not the person you wanted me to be.” With Harry

Warnings: none

A/N: Although I’m in a very ansty mood, I didn’t have a solid idea for this one so it’s a bit different and shorter than most of my stuff and I’m taking a break from dealing with the billion emails in my college email. However I hope you all enjoy it nonetheless :)

Summary: When the truth of your parents comes out, your best friend can’t believe his ears

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You’d avoided it your entire time at Hogwarts. You’d even avoided it half way through the battle, but coming face to face with your parents on the opposing side with your best friend behind you wasn’t the way you’d planned for anyone to figure out. Everyone’s wands were up and ready, the threat of the first shot was hanging in the air.

“Come with us Y/N. You belong with your family.” Your mother explained, holding her hand out for you.

“Family?” Harry asked in shock from behind you making you stiffen.

“She didn’t tell you about her family?” Your father laughed from behind your mom making you clench your jaw.

“I’m nothing like you.” You explained, the hand holding up your wand shaking slightly. “Why would I want to tell anyone about you?” You asked, stepping in front of Harry. You knew they wouldn’t hesitate to hit either of you with the nastiest of spells, and you weren’t going to let them get to Harry. 

“Your family is more important than anyone.” You father explained and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from laughing.

“Come with us, or you’ll have to watch us get to your friend first.” Your mother threatened making you glance behind you and back to your parents.

“Alright.” You nodded after a while of thinking. “I’ll go with you, just don’t touch him.” You explained, taking a step forward.

“Y/N, don’t.” Harry stopped you, grabbing your upper arm, making you turn around to face him. “Don’t be one of them.” He shook his head and you squeezed your eyes shut. You hadn’t wanted to, but you would’ve much rather followed your parents and given Harry a chance to run than watch him die right in front of you.

“I have to.” You explained, looking back at your parents. “I have to go with them.” You looked up at him, hoping he knew why. Hoping he’d understand that you were doing this for him.

“You’re not the person I thought you were.” Harry shook his head in disapproval making you scoff.

“No. I’m not the person you wanted me to be.” You explained trying to fake a stern tone to the best of your ability, pulling your arm out of his grip. “Go.” You demanded, walking backwards toward your parents. “Harry go.” You warned, holding your wand in front of you. Your hand was shaking more than it ever had. Out of all the people you thought you’d threaten, you never thought in a million years it would be your best friend.

“No, you wouldn’t.” He protested, watching your hand falter slightly. You closed your eyes, taking in a deep breath before you allowed the word to fall from your lips.

“Stupefy!” You shouted, watching as the light hit him, sending Harry flying back. You didn’t wait to see him get back up, grabbing a hold of your parents and apparating to a different part of the castle. You’d started the battle with your best friend at your side, and you were hoping you’d find your way back to end it just the same.

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Making a Difference

Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader

summary: You find out what Ushijima Wakatoshi thinks of you.

a/n: hurt/comfort? if im classifying it wrong lemme know oki. also not really proof read 

Why did you like Ushijima? Because he's handsome, tall and most importantly, he wasn't the type to lead you on.

He was straightforward, never one to beat around the bush. What he said was what he meant, he didn't waste time lying. He wasn't kind, but he wasn't unkind either. He never had an ulterior motive.

You took comfort in the knowledge that Ushijima wouldn't hang out with you if he didn't want to.

His confidence wasn't a sign of arrogance. It was merely him trusting his abilities and hardwork. When he wanted something, he doesn't think about the possibility of failing, he just works towards his goals. Something about the way he oozed decisiveness was just so attractive.

Always facing the future, never stopping to doubt himself.

When you first met him, you were intimidated by his stature and charisma. His stoic face and blunt replies were something you had never encountered.

After multiple interactions, you started to find his way of reacting to situations refreshing and cute. How he always skipped pleasantries to get to the point just wormed its way into your heart.

Guessing correctly that he wasn't the type to chase anyone, you took it upon yourself to befriend him. After months and months of talking to him, the two of you finally had some sort of hang-out schedule where you ate together everyweek or so.

This week you two were at a cafe you frequented.

Having ended your story about messing up your math test, you spent some time just appreciating your ice cream sundae. Feeling ansty, you peered over. He was mindlessly sipping an Iced Americano while looking through the window. You let slip what has been plaguing your mind recently.

"Hey, Toshi, do you enjoy hanging out with me?" you questioned between spoonfuls.

He blinks, surprised. Taking another sip, he mulls it over, "I don't think it makes a difference,"

You feel your heart sink.

Cocking your head, "Then why do you hang out with me?"

"Because you asked." It is a statement, not a question. He says it so matter-of-factly, you feel stupid for not realising it earlier.

Then it cracks.

You give a strained laugh, "What do you mean by that, we're friends right?" you're grasping at straws.

He ponders, "I suppose we are,"

He doesn't even think about you enough to form an opinion.

Crack.

He doesn't dislike you, but he doesn't like you, either. It made no difference to him if you were in his life or not.

Crack.

Why did you like Ushijima? Because he's handsome, tall and most importantly, he wasn't the type to lead you on.

But in all your daydreams, you forgot the possibility that you wouldn't even matter to him. That he wouldn't even think of you as someone to lead on.

Crack.

The rest of the conversation is done on auto-pilot.

Crack.

You smiled and waved at him as you parted ways to go home.

You watch the fissures in your heart extend and connect until it shatters just as he leaves your line of sight.

You watch it fall through the gaps between your hands along with all your careful rationalisations you made to ensure you wouldn't get your feelings played. But in the end, the only person hurt was you, again.

This time, you couldn't even fault the other party.

The next few days passed in a daze. You completely stopped approaching Ushijima. As you now expected, he didn't seem to notice, or he just didn't care.

Ushijima Wakatoshi has been feeling a little off these few days. His chest feels a little tighter? He doesn't know what it is or how it happened, but he knows something in his days is different now.

My health is in good condition, practice is normal, what else could it be? Before he could reach a conclusion, a pair of hands clasped onto his shoulder.

"Oi Wakatoshi, what happened to your puppy," Tendou leans in close to him.

He stares back, "I don't have a pet."

The other boy just laughs, "I was talking about the girl! The one that always trailed after you like a pup," he opens his locker, obscuring his face.

After a few moments of silence, he peeked out, "The one with a high ponytail? Pretty and short?"

"Are you referring to y/n?" he finally answers.

"Yes! That's the girl," his head disappears again. "Don't you think she reminds you of a puppy? Always chasing after you, and all."

Ushijima frowns, "She reminds me of her," he picks up his bag, closing the locker. "And she doesn't chase after me."

Tendou guffaws, "Classic Wakatoshi," he mimes wiping his eyes, "should've known you were gonna say that," he pats him on the back, nudging him towards the door, "Did you finally reject her? Is that why she hasn't been around you lately?"

"She doesn't like me," Ushijima locks up the room.

Tendou stuffs his hand into his pockets, "Please, everyone except you could tell she has a crush on you," he exhales, watching his breath condense.

"She never said anything to me,"

"Duh, you're not exactly the romantic type, it must have been intimidating to confess to you. Well, if you didn't reject her, then what did you do to make her mad?"

Ushijima stops walking, "I didn't do anything."

"You sure? Oh well, if you want her to stay in your life, you better do something about it quick," he turns back, "else I might swoop in to catch her, you know?" he grins.

Ushijima’s brow’s furrow. He might not know what was different in his days now, but the thought of Tendou hanging around you caused the feeling in his chest to tighten.

"Would you like to visit the cafe with me today?"

You freeze while packing your bag. Looking up, you blink a few times.

Sure enough, Ushijima Wakatoshi stands in front of your desk, waiting. Your eyebrows shoot towards your hairline. In the whole year you spent hanging around him, he has never once initiated an outing.

Confusion enters your mind, "Uh, is there a reason for this or...?"

"I just want to," he furrows his brows, "unless you're busy?"

You try not to let your hopes soar, "No! No, I'm not busy," you give him a small smile, "wait a bit for me to pack,"

The walk with him is silent.

Your mind was too busy running a mile a minute, trying to rationalise the situation. He wants to hang out with me? He probably just needs a favour right? Thoughts cycled between hopeful and resigned. Discreetly looking at him, softly squeaking when you realise he’s frowning while staring ahead. Is he mad at me? But for what?

Ushijima on the other hand, had just as much on his mind. While walking with you like this, close enough that your hands could almost brush each other, he notes that the tightness in his chest dissipates. The implications of this puzzled him. 

Is this a symptom of a sickness that can only be relieved by being around you? What kind of sickness is that? He’s thinking it over when Tendou’s words enter his mind. 

"Please, everyone except you could tell she has a crush on you,"

He glances at you, looking flustered and deep in thought. Do you have a crush on him? He doesn’t know the answer, but the thought of it made his chest flutter. Does he have a crush on you? Is what he finds himself asking. 

He imagines he had a choice between hanging out with you or not, and he finds himself picking the former. In that choice, he realises his answer.

While walking through the park before the cafe, he stops.

You turn back to face him, cocking your head, "Is something wrong....?"

The question hangs in the air, sending your mind into overdrive.

"Do you like me?"

Your entire face flushes, "Wha-? Why are you asking?" there's nowhere to hide, so you settle for looking anywhere else.

"Because I think I like you," your eyes snap to his, mouth agape, "and I want to know if you feel the same way,"

You stare at him, mouth still slack, brain coming up with a million different ways he could be joking before you suck in a deep breath, calming yourself. Eyes clenched shut, you think.

Why did you like Ushijima? Because he's handsome, tall and most importantly, he wasn't the type to lead you on.

He doesn’t know a joke if it hit him in the face. What he said was what he meant. Now he’s telling you he thinks he has feelings for you. Time to give him an answer. 

Tilting your head up to maintain eye contact, “Yes, I...I do like you,” your words come out shakier than you intended.

His expression remains grave, but you think you see a light pink dust his cheeks, “Do you want to go out with me?” 

Your eyes god wide, “Uh...I would love you? I would love to!” you slap a hand to your mouth at your slip up, way to early to be saying I love yous! You’re pulled out of your spiraling by a deep chuckle. 

You look up to see a small smile on his face, air still ringing with his soft laughter “I’m glad to hear that,” he steps towards you, “we should get going if we want to make it before the crowd,” 

“Uh... yea,” you manage to squeak out while he maneuvers your body towards the cafe. You follow along in a daze.

Ushijima confessed to you, and you got to see him smile and hear him laugh. You wonder if this is a dream, did your daydreams make you hallucinate? His hand reaching to intertwine with yours removes any doubt you have. 

Nah, you squeeze his hand, no daydream of mine could come up with something as good as this, smiling as the two of you enter the cafe.