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sometimes i feel like i just get into a weird mental place, don't know what to do anymore, nothing feels real and i start slowly losing my mind more and more
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Love To Dream
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summary - there was this one girl that thanos really wanted, though, she didn't really want to have anything to do with him. unfortunately, that made him want her even more.
pairing: (thanos) choi su-bong x fem. reader
word count: 1.5k
contains: modern au, mention of drugs, enemies to lovers vibes ig, crack, yearning
a/n: i don't even know what this is tbh but I felt like we all deserved some laughs ;)
Life was good - life was really fucking good, Thanos thought to himself as he winked charmingly at a group of hot girls. They had been looking in his direction for a while now while giggling, clearly interested in him. He continued to watch them as he sipped his drink, the club music pumping through his veins like adrenaline. Thanos's eyes darkened as the girls continued to cast lustful glances in his direction - he knew he could easily get more than one of them into bed tonight and why wouldn't he? It hadn't been long since his last performance on stage, reminding everyone present once again of his legendary status in this club.
However, his attention was focused somewhere entirely else after the most breathtaking person ever decided to walk past him. The pick-up lines he had been thinking of for the group, vanished from his mind after this angel showed up in front of him since the other girls could barely compare. The whole thing looked like something out of a scene from a Kdrama because time seemed to pass in slow motion and your hair was swinging in the air like that of a princess - which would have been the perfect time for some product placement because it just looked so damn soft.
Thanos had his mouth wide open in shock and put a hand over his heart to check if it was still beating while his eyes never left your figure. You - who was leaning prettily against the bar right next to him as you ordered something from the bartender.
“Hey.” he finally recovered from the moment and casually moved towards you. “I'd introduce myself, but I assume you already know me.” he talked to you with his flirty face as soon as you looked up at him.
You smiled shyly. “Yeah, I watched your performance,” you answered him and seemed quite grateful that he was speaking to you right now. “You were pretty good.” you giggled slightly as you complimented him.
“Yeah, that's just how I am.” he sighed as he looked around the room as if it was a burden for him to have to live with all the recognition. His eyes met yours again and he tried to impress you by unpacking a few bars while emphasizing them with the movements of his hands. “Girl, I know you and I are meant to be because after I looked at your pretty face everything stopped being. If only you saw what I can see, you'll understand why I want you so desperately.” he rapped to you, stealing the last line from some One Direction song, but you didn't need to know that.
You shyly put your hands in front of your face to hide your smile. “Oh my god, that was so incredibly sexy, I'm so horny for you right now.” the words came out of your mouth and made Thanos screw up his face weirdly for a second.
Because first of all, those vulgar words didn't match your innocent demeanor in the slightest - and secondly, you said exactly what Thanos had imagined you would say - it was actually a bit creepy since you literally said it word for word. Thanos hardly thought that he could foresee the future all of a sudden or that you could maybe read minds, though he decided to ignore the whole thing as soon as you started touching his chest softly with your hands. He wanted you so bad.
“You don't even know what you're doing to me right now,” he whispered to you while you felt him so sensually and he was about to kiss you, hadn't you stopped his lips with your hand as you laughed into his face. “I think you should wake up now. Otherwise, the pink elephant will keep handing out balloons to people.” You told him, pointing behind him to where the bar was supposed to be.
“Hah?” he asked you confused and turned around while continuing to hold you in his arms, but all he saw were a few dogs breakdancing - and that was nothing out of the ordinary. He continued to look at the scene with a grin, even though some inner voice inside him was stressing out about kissing you immediately as if he was running out of time. He finally turned back to you and was about to continue when he suddenly heard a man speak. “You really should wake up man.” Nam-gyu's voice told him and Thanos only caught himself almost kissing him after he took a closer look. He just pushed him away from him in disgust and then -
Thanos woke up from his sleep, bathed in sweat, when he saw your face in his field of vision. “Finally, you're sleeping like a dead man. There's some guy at the door who wants to talk to you,” you told him as he sat up tiredly while slowly recovering from his strange dream.
That's right. You weren't just some hot girl he met at the club, you were his fucking roommate. Thanos discreetly pushed more blanket over his lap as he tried to shoo you away from his room with a wave of his hand. “Yeah, yeah - I'll be right there, just - give me a moment,” he said without looking you in the face.
You just sighed slightly and complied with his request, though not without letting him know how unhappy you were. “I told you to stop giving our address to these dealers. I don't like it when they show up here,” you grumbled under your breath before dashing out and closing the door behind you.
After that, Thanos let out a very heavy sigh and stroked his face aggressively. “Now she's showing up in my dreams, too? Fucking great.” he grumbled to himself and got up from the bed to put on some decent clothes. His eyes met his own reflection as he pulled a shirt over his head. “Get a grip man, what's wrong with you?” he asked himself as he grimaced in annoyance. “You're Thanos the destroyer, not some kind of -”
“Stop taking so long and come here already!” your voice suddenly shouted, coming through his door slightly muffled.
He looked even more annoyed at that and made his way to the living room while shouting back at you. “I'm fucking on it, alright!” and it only took a few loud steps from him to your front door for him to yank it open to fix the damn problem. He looked at his friend, completely bothered by his presence. “What do you want?” he asked him and was kinda glad that it at least wasn't Nam-gyu because he just really didn't want to see his face at the moment and probably for a little while.
“Hello, to you, too.” the man in front of him greeted him, already used to his weird mood swings. “I just wanted to do you a favor by bringing you some of the pills you wanted because last time you almost beat me up when I didn't have them with me,” he explained, holding the bag, which Thanos grabbed instantly before inspecting it more closely. “Don't act like you didn't deserve it, I paid you the money in advance, man. Of course, I was angry,” he complained again and would probably have beaten him up for real right now if he had ruined his morning over something completely unnecessary. However, he would still have to make sure that something like this didn't happen again so that you didn't have another reason to kick him out of the apartment.
“You know, maybe this was meant to be. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been greeted by an absolute hottie today,” he said happily as he stood there, still interested. “Is she your cousin or something? Do you want to introduce me to her?” he asked and was quite confident in the way he acted, but Thanos just looked at him emotionlessly for a few seconds until he slammed the door in his face.
"Okay, he's gone now!" he exclaimed, bored, and made his way into the kitchen, where you were sitting with a cup of coffee or something while scrolling on your phone. "Don't open the door for that guy if he shows up again," he said, grabbing a cold Sprite from the fridge. You just looked at him with a displeased look. He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I'll make sure that he and no one else shows up after today. But, I'm just saying that in case it still somehow happens."
Thanos then opened the can and drank from it while he continued to watch your face from the side. Eventually, he sat down next to you, although, to his dissatisfaction, that didn't seem to get your attention. "Hey, you want to go on a date?" He asked, and you weren't sure how many times he asked you that by now. You kept scrolling on Instagram. "You know my answer to that."
Thanos continued to grin hopefully. "Yes?" he asked and then watched you disappear out of the kitchen with your cup of coffee in your hand - probably to your room. "You should be glad that I'm even asking you! Other girls would die for..." he muffled towards the end before he stopped talking entirely once he realized that you weren't giving him a reaction.
Maybe, I should just go back to sleep, he thought to himself dejectedly, unable to believe that he had actually better chances with you in dreams with pink elephants and breakdancing dogs.
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fantasize | sim jake (extended ver.)
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synopsis: nerd jake who's known to be quite self reserved, but he cannot seem to get you and your skirt out of his mind. › pairings & contents: nerd!jake x classmate reader, dom!jake x sub!afab!reader. smut with plot ✧ warnings: kissing and teasing!! - perverted thoughts, jealousy, fist-fucking (jake), blowjob, doggy position, guided mastrubation, jake has a thing for skirts, heavy degradation.
can be read by itself, however, reading the headcannons is advised !
wc: 1.5k
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ever since he jerked off to the imagination of fucking you in that pretty skirt — jake thinks he's lost his mind. jerking off so often, getting horny so often, that wasn't his thing before, but you absolutely ruined his brain wearing that skirt.
"ah, fuck" he hisses, rubbing his tip. every time he closes his eyes and strokes his cock just a little faster, jake can't help but fantasize about the ways you probably would swallow all of his cum, maybe even whimper his name,, how your pussy would be throbbing, dripping wet for him only. he didn't even know he could crave someone so much, so desperately, so fucking desperately.
with his swift hip movements, jake continues to thrust his cock into his tight fist, in desperate hopes of recreating the sweet tightness of your perfect cunt. he was mentally cursing at myself for fucking his fist so many times at just the mere sight of you, but nonetheless, he tightens his grasp around his cock to mimic the tightness of your, what he imagined to be your perfect pussy, his head falls against the bed's headboard of his bed, as literal shocks of warm satisfaction blurred his peripheral vision — "f-fuck", jake grunts, letting his eyes roll back.
this can't be this way. he has to have you, one way or another. he scoffs, thinking to himself that this is completely ridiculous. why would someone like you even look at someone like ... him? he brushes his thoughts off, and goes to his desk to finish some assignments off.
the day after went as bad as it could. he was sitting in his usual place, a row or two behind you, and what does he see? he glares at the guy next to you, with his arm around your shoulder. he wants to approach the guy in question, and do something he would regret. he groans to himself, and as the lecture continues, he grows more and more restless, and if it was even possible, even more jealous. once the lecture finally ends, he's the first to get out of the room, and to his other class. that night, jake didn't get off to you, resulting in him being extremely, ungodly, horny the next day.
he can't bring himself to approach you, knowing you might have a boyfriend, but he gets over his nervousness and goes up to you — and holy shit, you're wearing a short skirt again. "hey, uh y/n -- do you have-" he pauses, his eyes travelling down to your legs and thighs, but he looks back at you. "uh, yesterday's notes?", you tilt your head, as a smirk spreads on your lips, but you play dumb to his sudden question, you nod. "you could've just texted me, jake", you softly say, taking out your notebook out of your bag. he has no idea how he's keeping his cool, but you know his name? oh fucking hell. "u-uh, i could've but, i don't have your number" he awkwardly scratches the back of his neck, making you chuckle. "give me your phone, i'll put it in if you need me next time" you smile, giving him your notebook. jake almost hurriedly takes his phone out, motioning it to you and letting out a dry chuckle, "t-thanks" god, he felt fucking stupid. how did you have him stumbling over his words? little did he know, you thought he was so fucking cute.
you grab his phone from him, putting your number in, saving the contact as "y/n baby💋" and when jake reads that, his eyes widen. "y/n baby?" he hesitantly asks, "yes?" you respond, the smirk never left your face, and his jaw drops. "no, i meant --" he's unsure of what to say, he's literally flabbergasted. you let out a chuckle, "i'm messing with you, i get it" — "don't you have a boyfriend, though?" he abruptly asks, his tone almost coming off as protective. "me? what?, no" you tell him, completely confused as to how he came to that conclusion. "the guy, yesterday, arm around your shoulder and all-"
"you were watching me yesterday, too?"
"that's not what i asked"
"so, you were watching me yesterday, too"
"for god's sake, y/n — wait, what do you mean 'too'"
you stand up, crossing your arms. "do you think i don't see you staring at me, jakey?" you smirk, and he's trying to form a coherent sentence. "i'm not-- 'm not staring, just.." he trails off, unsure how to end that sentence. you break the silence, "jake, i have another class in a bit, i'll see you later today? i'll text you! bye?" you wave, rushing out of the room to get to your class. all while jake stood there, dumbfounded.
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jake has no idea how he was in deep inside you and you on the other hand, had no idea how someone that cute could be this hot. you felt almost stupid for thinking he'd be the submissive type. boy, were you so so wrong. you didn't know that that a mere skirt, and some teasing was all it took jake to smash his lips onto yours, and pulling you onto his lap — in his dorm, may i add. you were flustered, how could someone who looked so innocent be so . . . sexy?
and what exactly followed afterwards?
his hands explored your body under your crop-top, and you couldn't help but let out a moan into his mouth, in the heat of the moment, riling him up further. he pulls out of the kiss, slapping your thigh, making you whimper. "what a fucking slut, do you just let anyone touch you, huh?" you shake your head, signalling a no — you expected him to be nicer with your response, but you earn another slap on your exposed thigh. (you think to yourself, "maybe wearing a skirt is useful after al"l)
"wear skirts these days intentionally, don't you? you like the attention you get? what a desperate slut" he scoffs, resulting in you biting your lip. how was he degrading you so bad, but you liked it? "j-jakey.. please do something, anything" you breathe out, and he lets out a dry, almost dark, chuckle. "anything? mhm, you'll take anything i give you like the good girl you are, right baby?" you nod your head, feeling your panties drenching by the second. "hmm, 'm not gonna let you off so easily, earn it, slut" — your eyes widen,, "are you okay with this, pretty?" he asks, his tone coming off more kind and soft, it's almost like a whisper. "treat me like the slut i am, jakey" — "is that so?"
you don't understand why, but his voice makes your core keep tingling. you choke over your own words, making jake smirk. "on your knees, pretty girl" he demands, and you reciprocate immediately, getting on your knees on the floor, as jake slouches on the couch, you can see his raging boner under his sweatpants — and holy shit. your hands hurried pull down his pants, quietly gasping at his length, making him smirk. "too big for your pretty little mouth, mhm? too bad, baby". you wrap your hand around his cock, jake's own hand enveloping yours, "fuck slut, cmon, it's all yours" he uses your hand to stroke himself up and down, jerking himself off while you look up at him with glazed eyes. "f-fuck baby, your hand feels so good, mind letting me how your pretty mouth feels?"
you would never ever deny, wrapping your lips around his cock, your tongue eagerly licking and teasing his cock, making him grunt. "d-don't tease, baby". jake suddenly felt your lips sliding up and down the head of his length, feeling his cock hit the back of your neck. jake groans when you take him deeper, and deeper into your mouth. he brushes a strand of hair out of your face, his hands then going to the back of your head, holding you as he starts thrusting his hips unintentionally. you almost gag, but you control it. as jake pushes his dick down your throat for one last time, he lets go. his cum filling your mouth, and dripping down your chin, "fucking hell, baby. you look so pretty my baby" he says, picking you up. you'd think as a nerd, jake wouldn't have time to work out, but you were so wrong. he was rather . . . strong, to your surprise.
taking you to his bedroom, he wastes no time. "i'm asking just to be sure, though you're clearly more than ready, but-- can i do this, baby? fill your cunt to the brim, baby?" he asks softly, putting you down on his bed. "please, jakey, please..." is all you could say, and that's all it took him to undress you, not taking your skirt off, you tug at your skirt, but he puts your hand away. "what?"
"want the skirt on" he simply answers,
"you have a thing for skirts?"
"just on you, i guess" he awkwardly chuckles.
"should wear them more often"
"that-- that, you should"
he kisses you, "day dreamt about this, baby, got off to the thought of you so many times" he whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "on your stomach for me, please, pretty?"
what can he say? he can't get over the thought of fucking you in a skirt
and, let's just say, assignment completed !
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viv's note 💌: thank you for waiting so patiently for this, lovies. hope yall like it. and before u complain about the ending!!! i wanna give you guys a separate smut drabble of that instead of having it here! hope you all aren't disappointed:/ love u guys sm<3
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At who's the best at
Paige Bueckers x Fem reader
Warnings: Slowburn (?), curses, sexual inunendos
A/N: I couldn't think of a title 😭 I am so sorry. Other characters are from my imagination, they are not related to NCAA at all. Had to get this ideas out of my head.
Y/N was panting, hands on her knees after doing laps across the court. Today is hell, Geno is not taking it easy on them, the training is tougher compared to the previous months as their team is advancing to Elite 8. She thanked the cardio gods for being on her favor today or she will pass out. Taking one last deep breath, she put her both hands on her waist and walked towards the three point shot perimeter. Qadence pats her on the back while she is dribbling for a three point shot.
"Take it easy babe." She nodded at Qadence before shooting the ball. Another miss.
"Miller!" Geno motioned to come to him. Y/N sighed and jog towards her coach's direction.
"Kid, do you see this?" Geno handed her his clipboaard with her stats on it.
"This is from the last game against Duke."
Y/N scanned her stats, and it is much better progress compared to their match against Sycaruse and Jackson State.
"Yeah and it will get more better if you can hoop today. What the hell is wrong Miller? Shade and Edwards blocked you three times today. You don't get blocked thrice based on these stats. What's wrong kid?"
Y/N didn't respond and remain silent. It shows in the practice that she is preoccupied today.
"Nothing Geno, it's just......" she trailed off thinking of what she should say.
"I'll do better. I'll make sure to clear my mind before practice so I can focus." Y/N continued, bowing her head slightly. She had to prove to UConn women's basketball team that they will not regret accepting her back when she transferred here during her 2nd year. But Geno doesn't seem to be convinced of her answer.
"Alright. I am expecting much better results in our next practice. We can't make excuses once USC had our asses in our match. Go take a swim or a run in your neighborhood or whatever later, you're not yourself today and I don't want to see you like a vegetable during practice."
Y/N nodded and Geno gave her an encouraging pat on the back before letting her go back to practice. It made her feel a little better but her day is still shitty.
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Y/N's phone keeps vibrating, this is the umpteenth time her parents called her today. She doesn't want to answer it, it will be divorce probably. It already threw her game off today and she doesn't want to ruin her day more by answering it.
Mum:
talk to me hun, please
Hun, we are sorry, I know this will be hard for you.
Do you hate us?
I'm sorry, love. It's not working anymore between me and your dad.
Dad:
Peanut, please answer your phone.
I'm sorry.
We wanted to tell you for a long time.
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Y/N turned off her phone. With a deep sigh, she ate her tacos. She's got a lot on her plate now, her studies, her upcoming match, and now her parents divorce. She wanted to take a break.
"Boo, you okay? You're preocuppied the whole day." KK finally asked. Her teammates have been giving each other knowing looks and tiptoeing around her all day. They are not used to her being silent. She went out with them tonight hoping it will take off some things in her mind.
"I'm fine girl. Just woke up on the wrong side of the bad today." She smiled at KK. She's not ready to talk yet not until she's able to come to terms with her family.
"You suck, Miller. Paige is getting full of herself today and you're too preoccupied to humble her."
Paige almost choked on her shirley temple, she took a napkin and wiped her mouth.
"Me? Full of myself? Come on Aubs." Paige scoffs.
"Miller just realized today I don't need humbling, I'm actually good." Paige raised her eyebrows playfully followed by their teammates violent reactions.
Y/N grinned. She had to thank Paige for diverting their teammates from pressing on what's going on with her. The subject of being the best shooter between her or Paige became a daily banter. Paige was not unwelcoming when Y/N transferred in UConn but her competitive ass made sure to show why she was here first instead of Y/N. Y/N admits that Paige is actually better than her and the best all rounder, her transferring here seemed challenged the latter on who's best at what. She doesn't know why Paige thinks she has competition when she is actually the best. She likes to get on Paiges nerves so she gets along with Paige's imaginary contest.
"Get outta here Bueckers, I can do what you did earlier even with a hangover" Y/N said, giving Paige a sheepish grin. Paige made 43 consecutive 3 point shots, it got into her head today without Y/N beating it. It always annoy Paige when Y/N's record is close or beat hers.
"Oi, enough you two." Azzi stopped them before it could start to bickering. Y/N raised both her hands in surrender. She took a sip of her margaritas while still giving Paige a cocky grin. Now the latter looks annoyed.
They continued having fun, dancing and drinking. Y/N didn't move that much from her seat, she's tired and the margarita must've probabaly hit already.
"I'm just gonna go to the restroom." She excused herself. Feeling dizzy Y/n groaned, guess she will have that hangover tomorrow.
She decided to turn on her phone and was still bombarded with texts from her parents. Her mum's name popped on the screen and decided to answer it finally.
"Honey, I'm glad you answered. I've been calling all day." Her mom sounded worried on the other line.
"Sorry mum. Busy."
Her mother sighed. Y/N doesn't exactly know what to say, she is still processing that her parents will have a divorce. Out of 23 damn years, they just decided now that they don't need each other?
"Honey I.... I am so sorry. If you could come home soon we could have a talk, with your dad and I."
Y/N rolled her eyes.
"I am not going home, mom. California is 2000 miles away, I have an upcoming game in 2 weeks, and I am busy for my finals. What's the point? Your going to sell the house anyway now that you are getting divorce."
She didn't mean to sound mad over the phone, but she is really upset.
"I will call you when I am ready to talk to you both. If you two want a divorce, fine, but give me time to process that my parents don't need each other anymore after 23 damn years."
She didn't wait for her mother's response and hang up.
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Paige went back to their booth joined by a tipsy Nika after their teammates are gone to god knows where. Dancing or probably making out with someone.
"Hey P, have fun! You're awfully behave tonight. Loosen up, it's weekend tomorrow."
Nika nudged her and throw an arm over her shoulder.
"I'm good, Ma. I don't want hangover tomorrow. Besides, someone has to stay sober to make sure you all get home safely."
Nika scoffed, rolling her eyes at her teammate. It's their last free night before Geno will give them total hell in preparation against their match with USC.
"You're boring me P. I'll go join the others and have fun being miserable here. Have you se---" Nika wasn't able to finish her sentence when a commotion started in the middle of the bar. Recognizing the 6 foot tall asses of their teammates in the scuffle, the two ran towards their direction.
"What in the fuck happened?" Nika felt her slight tipsiness gone, helping KK reach Ayanna who's ready to take a swing to an athlete from Yale. The bouncers are trying to separate them before it ends up to a total brawl. Paige scanned where the others are and her eyes landed on Y/N, her sleeves are up, Aubrey blocking her from punching another Yale athlete.
"You don't talk shit here, dawg. Go back to New Haven and fuck your slutty girlfriend!"
Paige grabbed Y/N by the waist and dragged her out of the scene. For someone who is always cool and at her composure, she was surprised that Miller can trash talk.
"Calm down, Miller. You don't get to injure that million dollar hands." With Azzi trailing behind, she brought Y/N outside and pinned her on the wall to calm her down. She looks disheveled, some of her locks escaped from her ponytail, her face is red, her sleeves are uneven and she is reeking of alcohol. What a total mess.
"What in the world was that Y/N, I know you guys don't start fights but you all are better than this. Gosh, how many drinks did you have? You are reeking of alcohol!" Azzi said frustrated.
Y/N scoffs, wiping some sweat on her forehead. Paige couldn't agree more with Azzi. They don't start fights, Y/N never looses her cool even during their banters at who is best, intense matches and bad calls from ref. Paige wonders what made her so worked up that she almost punch someone today.
"Nah, I was cool Az. I took shots from everyone, sorry I lost count."
The 2 of them grimaced. They check Y/N if she had any injuries, Geno will kill them if they are scathed and once he hears about this. Azzi wonders as to why Yale women's basketball are in Storrs. That's like an hour drive just for a night's drink.
"God you are drunk and you can take a fight." Paige said amused. She never saw Y/N got drunk because she never was.
"Oh yeah Bueckers, wanna try? Let's take it here outside." Y/N stood straight, her face annoyed.
Well that was hot. Paige thought. She raised her hands in surrender before Y/N gets totally pissed. Y/N haven't landed a punch but it might be on Paige if she triggers the latter. Azzi gave her a scolding look.
"Chill, Ma. T'was a compliment."
Y/N rolled her eyes and leaned against the wall again. She's starting to feel hazy.
"What did they do anyway?" Azzi asked.
"Douchebag's girlfriend was offering me a drink, I declined. She thought I want to fuck her slutty girlfriend and proceeds to call us defects, the others heard it, we didn't mind until she pushed Aaliyah."
Paige clenched her jaw and Azzi rubs her temple. Half of the team suffered injury in the past year. Paige wished she hadn't grabbed Y/N and let her land her fist first before fleeing from the scene, it was uncalled for. Drunken Miller surprised them tonight, they didn't know that her mouth can talk.
"That's it, we are all getting home. I'm gonna go get the others." Azzi left them outside.
"Yeah Azzi and tell that cunt to fuck her girlfriend properly."
Paige shook her head. Y/N is definitely the highlight of tonight's event.
"What got you so worked up today, Miller? You almost took it out on someone."
KK was right, Y/N was preoccupied. She didn't have any baskets during practice. Paige had 29 3 points in a row today, usually Y/N comes close or even beat her. It's unusual for someone who plays ball since 5th grade, she just did laps all day.
Y/N groans. "I'll talk about it tomorrow when I'm sober. can you take me home please? Paige."
Paige, licked her lips and pretends to think about it. She's gonna do it anyway.
"I never thought you were into girls." Paige blurted out. She mentally slapped herself right after. Her intrusive thoughts won.
"You guys never asked. I never said I was into boys either. So annoying."
For some reason, Paige couldn't keep her smile off. She was grinning like and idiot. Y/N noticed and she rolled her eyes, Paige looks stupid.
"You look like an idiot Bueckers."
"Maybe I am."
She twirls her car keys and they started to walk where she parked her car. She's behind Y/N who's trying to keep a straight-face and herself from stumbling.
Azzi and KK following them, KK still heated from the commotion earlier and keeps trash talking. Azzi is trying to cover her mouth for being loud. KK, Azzi, Nika and Y/N rode with Paige. The others were at Aaliyah's car since they live together in the same apartment. Paige shook her head, they are all dead on Monday.
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Y/N woke up, her head pounding and throat dry. She groaned when she tried to get up. She knew immediately it was bad last night to have a hangover like this, she rarely gets drunk and when she does, she has it bad. She jolted up when realizes that this is not her room. The bed sheet is purple, there are Miami Heat posters everywhere and the trophies are too many to be hers. Not until she saw the familiar number 5 jersey hanging on the wall.
"Fuck, what did I do last night." She whispered to herself. This must be Paige's room. She tries recalling the events of last night and vaguely remembers the Yale athlete talking shit. She almost got involved in a brawl.
Y/N got up from bed only to realize that she is wearing Paige's clothes, it's one of her old team USA shirts, nothing else and her boxers. It's already 2 in the afternoon, she could hear the ruckus outside Paige's room and KK's rambunctious laugh.
She opened the door and was greeted by the chaos of her teammates.
Y/N winced when the pounding of her head hits again. She sat down on one of the bean bags and leaned her head back trying to ease the headache. In an instant, Paige handed her a bottle of water and a tylenol. She gave Paige what is this for ? look.
"Your hangover, duh."
"Ya'll our sleeping beauty is awake." KK sat beside her but she was waiving where Ice was. Ice was doing live on the corner, and she didn't realize that where she is is being captured. Gosh she looks horrible.
"Guys, they wanna know something. You remember we did a tiktok of who among in the team you don't want your kid to date..... They want the opposite."
Qadence was quick to shout "Aaliyah" followed by KK's "Y/N"
"Yeah, I'll go with Y/N too." Ice agreed
"Y/N will throw hands, I'll bet on her too." Aubrey added.
" 'bout you, Paige?"
The team groaned when Paige showed her "rizz hands."
"Will we go further? I'll let my kid date myself." The team erupted in disagreement. Nika throws a pillow towards Paige's direction. "Dream on Bueckers!" Y/N shakes her head too.
Paige is a gender bender, the amount of fans she has be it a boy or a girl is insane. She may look like a fuck-boy type but she'll be a good girlfriend, the question though is, can they take her superstar life?
"Y/N, they wanted to know who you want your kid to date." Ice turned towards her. Y/N straightened her back a little, enough only to face Ice.
"No one, you guys loves ball more than relationships." Everyone burst in laughter.
"You heard our homie? We're not playboys/playgirls, basketball is life." Ice said in live while giving a thumbs up.
"Nawww! she's just playing safe!" KK shouted.
" Y/N is so fine, I think I'll start watching live " Ice reading through comments.
Y/N suddenly felt conscious. She moved where the camera can't see her so she can deal with what's left of her hangover.
" Does Y/N have a boyfriend or what? Saw her in Stanford before and what the hell is she doing on the court, go model in a runway or something--- Yo! Someone said you should model Y/N!" KK is reading along with Ice now.
Y/N blushed on the compliment(?). She couldn't think of herself as someone who walks on a runway or pose for a magazine aside from playing ball. She's no Cameron Brink who could pass that criteria.
"Maaaaan, they are all whipped to our girly pop. We've been gatekeeping our secret weapon."
Some of her teammates joined KK and Ice in reading the comments.
"Y/N c'mere they want to see you."
Y/N doesn't want to be rude by not saying even a "hi" but she really feels shit right now. She look around the room and her eyes landed on Paige, begging for help.
"Y'all sorry but Miller is not feeling well, you'll get to see her in Gampel soon. Be sure to be there." Paige shouted while throwing an arm around Y/N's shoulder. They are both far from the camera, Y/N waived though from where they are.
"Thank God." Y/N muttered and leaned on Paige's shoulder and she felt her stiffened.
Ice wrapped up her live leaving disappointed viewers to only see a glimpse of Y/N. All of them went back to their chaotic self.
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A/N: Please stay tuned for the next part. I think I have a hangover too 🤮. Wrote this when we were at the bar. Feedbacks and suggestions are open.
ALSO..... DOES ANYONE KNOWS WHO DOES THE GIRLS HAIRS DURING THEIR GAMES? DO THEY HAVE A HAIRSTYLIST OR WHAT?? PLEASE HELP A GIRL OUT. 😌
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The Man in the Mirror
Bucky x GN!Reader
Description: When a bad nightmare leads to you finding Bucky in the bathroom with a pair of scissors in his hand, you offer to help him recognize himself in the mirror
Warnings: fluff and angst, Hurt/Comfort, haircuts, facial shaving, gratuitous use of pet names, Bucky’s trauma, HYDRA abuse/torture, mentions of blood, mentions of… forced haircuts I guess? I dunno if that’s a warning but there it is
A/N: I think we as a society need more “Bucky gets a haircut” fanfic in the world, so here’s my 2 cents
((18+ only below the cut please and thank you!!))
It was the scream that woke you up
You groggily reached your hand out to the other side of the bed, searching for Bucky’s warmth
But it was empty
You noticed the bathroom light was on, and had knocked on the door, calling out to him
When he didn’t respond, you had decided to let yourself in
“Baby, I’m gonna open the door, okay?” You called softly before opening the door.
You weren’t entirely sure what you expected to walk in on.
But a shattered bathroom mirror and your boyfriend leaned over the bathroom counter, his Vibranium hand gripping the marble, something clenched in his other was not one of them
“Oh my God, Bucky!” You quickly grabbed your slippers and slid them on, rushing to his side, “what happened?”
You grabbed his right hand, removing what you now saw to be a pair of scissors as gently as possible
“Are you okay?” You began to search his body for injury, “Honey, what happened?”
Bucky didn’t respond.
His glassy eyes met yours, looking at you but not really seeing youYou took his face in both hands, leaning your forehead against his and gently stroking his cheekbones
“It’s alright, Baby,” you cooed, brushing his hair out of his eyes and tucking it behind his ear, “it’s okay, Bucky, you're safe, Sweet Boy…”
His breathing slowly started to even out as you continued to hush him, slowly starting to come back to you.
“Doll?” He asked in a quiet, broken voice that broke your heart.
“I'm here, Honey,” you wrapped your arms around him, cradling his head against your shoulder, “I'm here, it's okay…”
He’d sobbed into your neck as you held him, rocking him back and forth and rubbing his back
“It’s alright Sweetheart,” you’d cooed, pressing little kisses against his temple, “you’re alright, it’s okay…”
When he’d finally calmed down, Bucky told you about the nightmare that had sent him into this spiral, the vivid flashbacks of HYDRA’s torture
“It felt so fucking real, Doll.” Bucky’s voice shook. You hugged him a little closer, “they had these…taser things. Cattle prods, really. They– they would jam them into my sides for hours. And I swear I could feel it. When they decided they'd had their fun I felt them grab me by the hair and start dragging me, they used to do that a lot. I woke up before they could toss me into the Chair.”
“Oh… oh, Bucky,” you whispered, running your fingers through his hair, “oh, baby…”
“I tried not to think about it,” he whimpered, “I just went to go splash some water on my face, but when I looked in the mirror all I could see was the Soldier and I couldn't take it.”
He motioned to the scissors, “I tried to take care of it myself, but I couldn't stop fucking shaking.”
You hugged him close, “oh, Baby. I’m sorry…”
“I just… I can’t keep my hair like this,” he said, hiding his face your neck, “I can’t keep seeing the Soldier every time I look in the fucking mirror.”
“I know, Baby, I know,” you told him, “how about this, help me clean up the glass, and then I’ll cut your hair after, okay?”
“I think I want to shave too,” Bucky replied, “could you…?”
“Of course, Honey.”
Cleaning up the glass was quick, so you sent him to get the kitchen ready while you grabbed the supplies
You found him in the kitchen, seated in a chair and twiddling his thumbs You kissed his cheek and draped an old towel around his shoulders, setting down the things in your hands.
“I thought I could start by putting it in a ponytail and cutting the length off,” you explained, “then maybe trim the top and then clean it up with the clippers. Does that sound good?”
He nodded, and you began to comb your fingers through his long locks, gathering it up to put in a hair tie. He hummed at the feeling of your hands in his hair.
“Did I ever tell you about my first few decades at HYDRA?” Bucky asked as you finished the ponytail, his eyes not meeting yours.
You shook your head, confused.
“They shaved my head for a long time. Sanitary reasons. I didn’t really get a lot of chances to shower. It’s easier to keep your hair clean if you don’t have any,” his blue eyes focused on the ground, “I guess it was for medical reasons too. They always had things stuck on my head in the early days.”
Bucky took a deep, shaky breath.
“I hated it. They would always cut it before tossing me in the Chair,” he continued, “it felt like I was being fucking scalped. They had to hold me down, I fought them every time. ”
You wrapped him in a tight hug, “I’m sorry.”
“I’ve been letting my hair grow out because I couldn’t stand the idea of that again,” he murmured into your shirt, “bad memories and all.”
“I won’t hurt you,” you promised him, “I won’t ever hurt you. I promise Buck, you’re safe here.”
“I know, Doll. I know,” Bucky took a deep breath,“we should get started. Before I lose my nerve.”
You nodded, straightening up and grabbing the scissors, “can I make the first cut?”
“Yeah,” he straightened up in the chair a bit, “Go ahead.”
He sucked in a breath as you carefully snipped off the chocolate colored ponytail, holding it out for him to see once it was off
“Good job, Sweetheart.” You smiled, “first cut’s done. Do you want to keep going?”
Bucky stared wide eyed at what you’d cut off, “I didn’t realize it had gotten this long… Uh, yeah. You can keep going.”
You hummed and continued.
He was doing so good, keeping so still for you as you worked.
“You’re doing so well, Honey. I’m so proud of you,” you pressed a kiss to his cheek, “I’m gonna use the clippers now, is that alright?”
Bucky nodded, closing his eyes and resting his head against your stomach
He flinched away hard when he heard the clippers buzz on, despite your warning about the noise.
When HYDRA had shaved him they’d used manual clippers, raking them along his skull with little care.
It felt foolish, but on some level he’d forgotten those weren’t the standard anymore.
You switched the device off immediately and rubbed his shoulder, trying to give him what little comfort you could
“You okay?”You asked, “talk to me, Bucky-Baby.”
“The…the…” he stammered, shifting on the seat, unable to articulate what was in his head.
That the buzzing was loud in his ears, bringing him back to a hand dragging him towards a room he knew too well, to metal clamping down on either side of his face and screaming as his mind was torn away from him.
“The buzzing,” he finally forced out, “The Chair…”
You nodded, understanding.
“You’re not back there,” you whispered, stepping in front of him and holding his face with both hands, “you’re home with me. I won’t hurt you, I won’t let anyone hurt you, Buck.”
Bucky nodded, taking a deep breath.
“I know, I know you won’t,” he assured you, taking a deep breath and forcing himself to calm down, “just… just do it. I’m ready.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. I’m ready, I’m okay.”
You kept a hand on his shoulder, “okay Baby. Deep breath, okay?”
He obeyed, and you kept your free hand on him as you carefully cut away his soft hair.
“You’re doing so good, Sweet Boy,” you cooed as you gently trimmed his sideburns, Bucky tensing at how loud the buzzing was, “it’s alright, you’re alright…”
You switched off the clippers once you’d finished, running your fingers through his shorn locks, loose bits of hair falling down his back and onto the tile.
“There we go,” you stood in front of him, holding his face, “your hair is all done, Sweetheart. Do you still want to shave?”
He nodded, and you grabbed his shaving cream.
You sat down on his lap and Bucky instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist
You began to carefully rub the cream onto his face, planting a little peck to the tip of his nose, earning you a little smile.
Once his face was sufficiently lathered, you grabbed his razor and smiled softly
“Ready?” You asked.
He nodded, and you began to carefully shave his face.
Bucky was shocked by how gentle you were with him, moving his face as you needed with only the tips of your fingers and pressing little kisses to each patch of smooth skin that was revealed
Once you were done, you gently patted his face dry with a towel and applying his aftershave.
“Very handsome, Sweetheart.” You smiled, gently tilting his face from side to side, inspecting your work.
“You really think so?” Bucky asked with anxious eyes.
“Of course I think so. Why don’t you take a look?”
The mirror is still broken so you held your phone up with the camera opening, allowing him to see himself.
You watched him examine his new look
He chewed his lip, staring at the short hair, the clean-shaven face.
“What do you see, Buck?” You asked, his silence making you nervous.
“I… I see me…” his right hand reached up and touched his own cheek, “I see me…”
You smiled softly, cupping his face and lightly stroking his smooth skin, “you look so good, baby.”
Bucky hugged you tightly to him, and you leaned your head against his collarbone.
“Thank you,” he murmured into your hair, “thank you so much.”
“Any time, Buck.” You stood up, taking his hand, “c’mon, Honey, why don’t we get you some rest?”
“But what about the mess?”
“It’ll still be there in the morning.”
You guided him back to your bed and pulled him into your arms, his head on your chest.
You ran your fingers through his hair, so much shorter but still just as soft.
Bucky smiled softly up at you, and you cupped his cheek
“I’ll miss the beard a bit, I’ll be honest,” you murmured, stroking your thumb along his cheekbone.
“Thought you might,” Bucky chuckled, remembering how often you touched his scruffy cheeks, “maybe I’ll let some stubble grow in, give you something to run your hand over.”
“I’ll love you no matter what you do. You’ll always be the most handsome man in the room to me,” you kissed his lips softly.
“Thank you,” he whispered when you pulled back, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles, “for helping me look like me again.”
You smiled, pressing a kiss to his forehead as he settled back down in your arms.
“Of course, Bucky.”
A/N: this guy might get pulled and edited/rewritten at some point. I'm not sure how I feel about it quite yet, I feel like there's a lot unnecessary stuff in here. I dunno, we'll see what the reception is. I hope you enjoyed 💜💙
#bucky barnes#mcu#james bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes fluff#bucky barnes headcanon#hurt/comfort#james buchanan barnes#james barnes#buckybarnes
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lewd thoughts. how do you think each snsd member would react to a big cock.
Well, I think this is a little harder, since there are basically only four reactions. Surprised, indifferent, happy, disappointed. But I'm gonna do my best, to write something for all of them. Might get a little repetitive though.
Taeyeon
Taeyeon covers her mouth with her hand as she sees your cock for the first time.
"W-Wow. Y-You're really big."
You catch her staring at it as she licks her lips.
"Can I taste it?"
You nod as you watch Taeyeon wrap a hand around your member.
"I don't think I've ever had..."
She murmurs to herself, before kissing your tip.
Jessica
"I haven't had a cock this big in a while."
Jessica spits on your dick, before coating it in saliva by running her hands all over it.
"I hope you don't mind, if I enjoy myself a little."
She places her tongue on the base of your shaft and drags it, painfully slow, towards the top, until she reaches your tip
"It does taste good."
Sunny
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"Damn, I thought you were lying earlier."
Sunny lets a finger trace along your length.
"I'm not sure if I can take it. But I will sure as hell try."
She now wraps her whole hand around your cock.
"Let's see, what you can do with this. I bet you've had your fair share of tight pussies."
Tiffany
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Tiffany hasn't said a word for quite a while. She just stares at your cock. In silence.
Eventually, she does say something
"N-No. You're not gonna put that in me."
Her wide eyes seem to be glued to your cock as she talks.
"How am I even supposed to...?"
Hyoyeon
Tiffany carefully wraps her fingers around your length. Even with both hands she doesn't cover you entire cock.
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"Not bad. For a boy your age."
Hyoyeon straddles you. Your cock is now leaning against her stomach.
"Look how big you are. And you're not even fully hard, yet."
Yuri
She starts stroking you. As your tip reaches her navel, you catch her, biting her lip.
"That's exactly the right size for me."
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"Fuck, yes."
Yuri looks up at you with a victorious smile as she wraps both her hands around your cock.
"I knew you were packing, when I saw earlier."
Her tongue grazes your tip and she lets out a satisfied moan.
"What a nice cock."
Sooyoung
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Sooyoung sits on the bed, while you take off your clothes. Once you remove your boxers, Sooyoung raises her eyebrow.
"Not bad."
Her eyes seem to glisten with lust and triumph.
"Get that big cock over here."
Yoona
She does a come hither motion with her finger.
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Yoona's surprised look turns into a happy smile.
"I never expected you to be this big."
She coos happily.
"I bet this thing is gonna bruise my insides."
You hear a slight hint if nervousness in her voice, hidden by a layer of lust.
"I love it."
Seohyun
Her mouth and eyes are wide open as she frees your cock from your underwear.
"Y-You're planning on putting that in me?"
Her shocked voice almost makes you laugh.
"Tha-That's never gonna fit!"
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I probably exaggerated a little, bit it was fun to write. It was surprisingly hard to find gifs of all members with the required reactions. But I think, Yuri's picture alone makes more than up for that.
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They say when you are in an accident everything moves in slow motion. That wasn't at all how it felt for me. I was driving down a slight slope toward an intersection out in bumfuckyall, where a truck was waiting at a red light. Why they would put a traffic light out here with nothing but crop fields around is beyond me. Getting some extra revenue from people running the lights perhaps. Not busy enough to warrant the installation though. Maybe to stop traffic when harvesters or whatever pass by, but they would move slowly and be pretty darn visible in this terrain.
The belt tensioner yanked me into the seat at the same time as I heard the crash and I had just time to turn my head back from the fields to see the now milky front window, shattered into thousands of small glass cubes suspended by the plastic film on the back of it, give way to the mass that had been thrown off the flatbed and flung into my windshield. Through the widening gap at the top of the windshield liquid was dumped into the car, all over me, and everything turned into black silence with a strong smell of chemicals.
It all went faster than I could register, and I just sat there still with burning eyes, trying to comprehend what had just happened. I somehow had run into the truck. I heard hurried steps outside and someone first trying to open the door then rapping the side window and shouting "Are you hurt, buddy?"
Was I? My shoulder hurt from the seat belt, and I couldn't see anything, but otherwise I wouldn't feel anything damaged. I fumbled a bit to find how to open the door and once successful responded "I'm OK I think. I can't see though."
"Thank Lord. It's wood stain. Had some buckets in the back. Some paint too. It'll make you dizzy and sick, but I wouldn't worry about going blind. Let me help you out and lay you down. I have plenty of water to rinse you."
Despite squeezing my eyes as shut as I could, reasoning that opening them would probably let more paint in than out, I had no problems finding and removing the seat belt, and stepping out of the car. As soon as I was out of the car he grabbed my arm and led me to a spot in front of both vehicles. My mouth tasted of chemicals and I spat on the ground several times.
"Just lie down here, buddy. Are you sure you aren't hurt?" "A bit sore, but nothing really hurts." "That's a relief. The car is probably a write-off with all the damage outside and in. This is all my fault." Without opening my eyes I let myself be guided to the ground while he talked. I could hear the steps of another person getting closer from beyond my car. "It is?" "Casy, get the big jug!" he told the other person, who answered a curt "Yep" in a young man's voice. "I must have put in reverse while waiting for the light and then... reverse into you," he said, talking to me again. "It's a rental. I'm sure they are used to handling things like this." "Just stay still there buddy, and I'll start pouring."
He began pouring water on my face, occasionally wiping with a rag of some sort. "Open your mouth and take some water. Then swig it around and spit it out." We did that a few times. A few more rinses and I dared to open my eyes. He looked like he sounded like. Trucker cap, beard, grey and blue flannel shirt, blue jeans, and boots. Hovering behind him was a boy in his late teens or early twenties, dressed very similarly in camo cap, blue JROTC hoodie, jeans, and boots. For my part I was wood-stain brown and garden-fence white.
"I'm Cliff, this is Casy," Cliff said and gave me his hand to help me up. As I stood up and looked past his pick up I could see my car. It looked worse than I would have expected. While the collision didn't feel that bad, the crumple zones certainly felt it. A few buckets of paint had landed next to it, but clearly the inside was ruined by the ones that had passed through the glass. I had no hope that my travel bag with what little extra clothes I had brought with me had survived either, as I think I had tossed it on the passenger seat.
"I'm Bradly" "Casy, give Bradly your pop. He can't taste nothing but paint." Casy did a nod and another dull "yep", but jumped into the truck with ease and was quickly out again with a can of Monster. Ignoring that it was opened and with a third gone, I took an eager sip, swirled it in my mouth, and swallowed. When I had emptied the can the taste of oil and paint was almost gone.
"I reckon we need to hose you down before we can do anything else. Casy can stay here while we bring you to the house to clean you up. Then we can figure out how to take care of the car. How's that sound, buddy?"
"Sounds reasonable to me." "I'm sorry, but do you mind getting on the flatbed." He motioned all over my paint-drenched body. "No. Is it far?" "It's a quick drive."
When you are lying on your back on a tarp next to reclaimed wood, slowly drying into the color of an antique table, seeing nothing but the afternoon sky, nothing is a quick drive. I didn't dare move, not so much because I was lying unprotected in the back of a truck that was driving far too fast for my comfort, but because I was soaked in oil and paint and water, and didn't want to mess anything else up. The wind running over my body was chilling, despite the balmy weather. My shoulder and chest hurt from where the belt tightener pulled me back into the seat. Despite the wind there was a strong smell of paint. I felt lightheaded. My mind began to wander. I should probably call the motel that I would be late, or not arriving at all. I was thinking about how I decided to not have a coffee at the diner to get back on the road quicker. I should have bought one. The apple pie slices looked delicious. Eventually however I would see treetops creeping into view and soon after we came to a stop on gravel.
"Where is he?" a woman asked nearby. "Back there," Cliff answered and opened the tailgate. He extended a hand to help me down. "Hey buddy, this is Sarah!" "Hi," Sarah said smiling. "Bradly"
Instead of walking towards the house she motioned toward one of the barns. "Hose is over there. Then you can take a proper shower after." On Sarah's urging I took off everything but my briefs. She suggested I take them off as well, but didn't press the issue. The water was pretty high-pressure and ice cold. Cold water worked better than hot water Sarah claimed, not that hot water was an option outside the house.
Once I was hosed enough that the water didn't run brown anymore, and I felt I was near risking hypothermia, I wrapped myself in an old discolored beach blanket Sarah handed me and we walked back to the house. I shivered and my lightheadedness had turned into a dull, thumping headache. Cliff and the truck were gone. Sarah grabbed one of the white plastic chairs, placed it near the front door, and told me to sit down. "The white paint doesn't stick too bad to the skin, but we're never going to be able to clean this out," she said and touched my hair. I hadn't felt a feeling like that since I used way too much hair gel for Halloween many years ago. It was like my hair and the paint had formed a helmet. She quickly returned from the house with a trimmer on an extension cord. "Sides are not too bad. I can make a flat top," she said and buzzed away, clearly used to taking care of Cliff and Casy. I cringed when I heard it, and was about to stop her, but changed my mind. Better to let her keep as much hair as possible and decide on the real emergency haircut later.
She then led me through the house and what must have been Casy's room, with a home gym and a gaming setup, to his bathroom. Everything was big and roomy, but I guess it is inexpensive to build large when you have lots of land, time, and resources. "Take as much time as you need and use any of the soaps you want. I'll put some clothes on the bed for you. Just throw your briefs in the bathroom bin," Sarah said and left.
I looked in the bathroom mirror, the first time I saw myself after the accident. I looked terrible. The haircut was ugly, of course, but the uneven stain stains all over my body made me look tan and dirty. Like I had spent all day riding a dirt bike in mud, not the last ten minutes being blasted by ice water. I looked as beaten and spent as I felt.
By "any of the soaps" she meant the Axe Total Fresh 3-in-1 shampoo, conditioner, and body wash that there were four opened bottles of in various places in the bathroom. Somehow Casy managed to both have a messy bathroom without having much in it. The water felt like a blessing on my cold, bruised body. I just stood there for a while, letting the warm water rinse me. Then I lathered myself completely and rinsed off three times in a row. Neither the foam nor the water looked discolored, and when I dried myself with the one towel in the room it didn't become stained. The image in the mirror however looked disappointingly identical to before. The same stained me, but now with a more acute headache. Everything smelled like Axe Total Fresh, and it did my head no favors.
I peeked into Casy's room. No one was there and the door to the rest of the house was shut, so I entered and looked at the clothes laid out for me on the bed. Only one of each, so no options. First black compression boxers with a wide Nike band. Then a pair of green-brown socks that looked like what the army issues. Some lightly distressed blue jeans with a black leather belt. A military green Under Armour T-shirt in a glossy material with "patriotic" print with stars and almost-US flags on it. A hunting camo baseball cap. Finally a pair of well-worn leather boots. I put it all on, including the hat to cover the ugly hair and the boots because I wasn't sure what the indoor etiquette here was. Everything fit surprisingly well, though I guess she could have looked at the size of my ruined clothes.
I opened the door and stepped out of the room, trying to find Sarah, or anyone really. How long had I been in the shower? Probably an hour, if not longer. "Hello?" "We're over here," I heard Sarah shout from across the house. I walked in the direction of her voice and was soon joined by Cliff who emerged from another room. "How are you feeling, buddy?" he asked in a concerned fatherly manner. "I think I'm about to have an episode of migraine." "That something you've had before." "Never."
"Take your seats. You over here Brad," Sarah said as we turned the corner into a large kitchen with a table laid for four. "Bud... eh, Bradly." I tried to correct her, but she had turned to the big cast iron pot on the stove. Casy already sat by the table with a phone in his hand, but his eyes were firmly on me. His face didn't reveal any expressions.
Sarah placed the heavy pot on the table and with a big ladle filled my plate with a dark stew. "Here you go, Bud," she said. As the smell of beef stock, fresh herbs, carrots, onions, and slow cooked, rich meat reached my nose I immediately recognized the telltales. Weakening of the jaw. The increase in saliva. I almost threw myself out of the chair, rushed over to the sink, and managed just in time to throw up into the sink. I realized I was sweating. Then another heave of vomit. "Oh, poor buddy," Sarah said and patted my back. "Here, drink this," she said and filled a glass of water from a pitcher. My body heaved a third time, but nothing came out. "Thanks," I replied and took the glass with some apprehension, waiting to see if my body would do something else. Once it appeared safe I took the glass and started to empty it.
"Casy, make one of them shakes for him. He needs to get something in his belly." Almost reluctantly, like I had ruined his meal, Casy got up and moved towards a cupboard. "I just need to rest I think," I said, my head now mercilessly pounding in pain. "Out of the question. You need something to fortify you."
Casy quickly scooped powder from a large plastic container into a workout shaker bottle thing, poured in some water, gave it a quick shake, and handed it to me. I had barely put it to my mouth when Cliff said "He can barely stand. Take him to your room for a nap." "Come then," Casy said and led the way out of the kitchen, with me following sipping the chalky mixture. "You know the way though," he said once out of earshot from the kitchen. Back inside his room he motioned at the bed and said "This is a bed," deadpan to me. I wanted to say it wasn't my fault his day was ruined. In fact, mine had gone way worse than his, but my head hurt too much for me to care. "Thanks." I put my back on the bed and was out in seconds.
The hard plastic of the ear protectors was what made me wake up properly, and it took a moment to realize what it was and get them off. Almost ripped the cap off with them. These were the radio/bluetooth kind that allowed you to listen to music while you worked. Bright, orange colored cups with the rest of it black. I got up from the bed and left them on the sheets. Apparently I was already fully dressed, so I headed to the kitchen. Sarah was there preparing things.
"Mornin' Ma'am." "Good morning, Buddy." I took my seat. Sarah filled a bowl with porridge, drizzled honey over it, set it on the table in front of me together with a spoon. "Better hurry. Cliff is waiting for you." "Yes, Ma'am."
It wasn't until I began eating I realized how hungry I was, so it wasn't a problem to be quick. Not having seconds though felt rough. Just outside the house was Cliff, doing something with a quad to which he had hooked a trailer full of wooden poles. "Mornin', Sir" "Morning Buddy! Get up in the trailer and make sure nothing shakes out while we drive down the fields. "Yes, Sir."
Once we came to a stop after a bumpy ride, Cliff showed me how to operate the earth drill to make holes, then how to insert a pole, and with the sledge hammer drive it down so it fit securely. He then let me do that while he was working on putting up wires for the electric fence. After we had been at it for quite a while Sarah called on the walkie-talkie and said sheriff Miller wanted to talk to us. We unhooked the trailer and drove up to the farm on the quad, me sitting behind Cliff, straddling him.
Outside the main house Sarah and the sheriff waited for us. It was mostly a boring conversation between Cliff and the sheriff that I tuned out of, but then the sheriff turned to me and asked "And who is this?" "It's Buddy, farmhand for the summer," Cliff answered and took a slight step to the side to give room for the sheriff. The sheriff looked me over for a second. "You were here yesterday?" "Yes, Sir." "Did you see anyone come by yesterday afternoon or evening?" "No, Sir." "Anything else out of the ordinary happened yesterday?" "Yes, Sir. I threw up, Sir. Hasn't happened in years, Sir." "Hahaha." He turned to Cliff again. "If anything comes up let me know. It's not the first traveler that's gotten lost around here, but they usually turn up sooner or later." "They have a habit of doing that, causing extra work for the local sheriff while they are wandering about," Cliff answered, smiling back. The sheriff shook his head and opened his car door. "You ain't wrong."
Once the car was well on its way up the dirt road Sarah motioned at cooler that was on the ground. "I was about to come down with lunch to you boys, but perhaps you want to eat it up here." "Yeah, let's take a breather. This was a close call." Cliff opened a small tool bag that was hanging on the quad and pulled out another pair of orange ear protectors, if not the same as earlier. He turned the knob on them and put them on my head. Noise was sloshing around in my ears like waves breaking on a beach. Voices were whispering all around me. It was impossible to focus on a single voice and hear its message. Just a school of slippery tadpoles swimming around and around. Impossible to grab. Somewhere far in the distance I could hear Cliff talking.
"Let's go even harder with the programming. We don't need him cognisant for the rest of the day."
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Stress fracture | K. Tobio x F!reader
Warnings: Cursing, injuries, timeskip spoilers, arguing, hurt/comfort⚠️
An: repost from my Wattpad
Female reader.
Wc: 1341
"You're so stupid sometimes, Tobio." You sigh as you shut his door for him. He waits for you to round the car and get into the drivers seat before answering.
"Am not." He huffs.
"We're supposed to meet up with your sister and mom, but instead we're on our way to the doctor." You sigh, eyeing him for a second before turning on the car.
"I didn't think I'd get a stress fracture, didn't even know that was a thing." He mutters the last part to himself.
"Your body isn't keeping up with you, obviously you're going to stress your ankle out and injure it." You feel bad for scolding him over injuring himself, but you've warned him for weeks to ease up on the training.
"I should be back in about a week or two right?"
You look at him like he's crazy, "Doesn't it hurt?"
"I mean, yeah, but it's like a minor thing, right?" He continues, not taking his injury too seriously.
You shut your eyes despite driving then quickly open them, "Tobio.. I don't even know what to tell you right now."
"Why's that? I'm being serious." He frowns.
"Yeah, that's the scary part. You'll probably be out for longer than that." You sigh, knowing he wasn’t going to take this too well.
"I can't." He denies.
"Injuries don't work that way." You shrug, "Just focus on getting better, yeah? Plus you've barely been home.. so."
"I spend plenty of time at home." He argues.
"To sleep and eat, but we don't see much of each other." You explain, all of a sudden feeling nervous.
"We've talked about this already." He says, turning his head, finding the window much more interesting.
"And I'm going to say it again, you need to let yourself rest." You're trying your best to not have this conversation blow up.
"Are you sure you're not just saying that so I can be with you longer? I told you how demanding my job is." He crosses his arms.
"Tobio, I'm not trying to argue with you right now." You grip the steering wheel tightly.
"Then what're you trying to do?" He scowls.
"Take care of you. You're injured and I'm concerned at the amount of training you're putting yourself through." You explain
"My training's just fine." He crosses his arms and faces his body towards the window. He's so sassy sometimes.
You decide to leave it at that, the rest of the car ride was silent. The clinic comes into view and you notice your boyfriend shift uncomfortably in the leather seat.
You tried your best to park as close as you can, knowing you'd have to help Tobio get out of the car.
"I can get out myself." He glares and opens the door before you can even turn the car off. You roll your eyes and decide to let him suffer. He begins to walk and immediately scrunches his face in pain.
You walk in front of him and into the clinic, he was being stubborn so you'd let him suffer his own consequences. The lady at the front desk attends you and you're both waiting for your husband.
Tobio is limping as he walks in, pain evident on his face. "Would you like me to get you a wheelchair, sir?" The woman asked.
"I can walk myself." He says to her, she raises an eyebrow and motions for you both to follow her. A small part of him wanted you to help him, but he was never going to ask.
You take it upon yourself to aid him, he grumpily lets you, deep down he's really relieved. His ankle was throbbing. He's finally sitting on the bed in the room, scooting all the way to the back so his injury wasn't just dangling.
His phone is buzzing with texts and calls from his sister and mother, he ignores them and is waiting for you to speak to him. You look the other way, finding the wall entertaining.
He scoffs, what's so appealing about the wall? You don't even react to him. The doctor enters the room and begins to examine his ankle, finally being told he's out for 6 weeks.
The doctor gives you a list of things to help quicken the healing process, you listen intently to what is being said.
"The doctor's more interesting than me, huh?” Tobio says as he's settled in the car.
"Don't Tobio." You warn.
"Now you wanna talk to me? I bet you're happy I'm gonna be home for so long." He says.
"What's gotten into you? All you do is spend your time playing volleyball, I understand that's your job, but when's the last time we had a date night?" You question, beginning to drive.
He ignores your question, "That's quite literally my job."
"I know it's your job, but you're overdoing it. We don't eat dinner together anymore, we don't go out on dates, I go to bed alone and wake up with you already gone." You say frustrated.
"I warned you about this when we first got together, you can't expect me home all the time." He faces you.
"I'm not saying that, Tobio, you're not even listening. You're upset because you have a stress fracture and you're out for 6 weeks. You don't need to be taking that frustration out on me. I just miss spending time together, that's all." You finish your little rant and he stays silent.
Tobio gets out of the car by himself and is waiting by the door for you to open. He limps to the couch in the living room and pulls out his phone. He begins to realize you're right, he's been staying after a lot more and leaving much earlier for practice.
An important match was coming up and he just wanted to be the best he could, unknowingly he was pushing you off to the side. Now he feels like he's an asshole—no, he knows he's being an asshole.
You went up to your shared bedroom and haven't come out since. You've taken some time to cool off and answered some messages, mostly informing his mother and sister about what happened.
Tobio struggles to go up the stairs, at the top he's breathing heavily and sweating. Your head turns towards the door hearing it open.
He limps onto the bed and scoots so his back is resting on the headboard. He didn't even realize as he was getting situated and being careful to not injure himself more, that you'd left the room. "Fuck." He groans.
You now sat on the couch, focused on your phone. Your husband didn't struggle as much as when he was going up the stairs, he made sure to be quiet so you wouldn't move.
He sits next to you and you begin to stand up, "I won't be able to follow you if you go back upstairs." He says out of breath. "Please just stay." His hand reaches for yours, his eyes looking at you apologetically.
You glare at him and sit back down. "What do you want."
He sighs, "I'm sorry for earlier. You're right, I was upset because I'd be out of volleyball. I didn't mean to make you feel like I don't want to spend time with you."
"I know, it just hurt how you kept getting defensive about it. I'm aware of your job being demanding, but we'd still be able to do things and relax." You explain and he listens wholeheartedly.
"I know, babe, I'm really sorry. We have an important match coming up and I went a little crazy." He agreed. "I'll do a better job, I promise."
You smile, "I'm sorry for not helping you get out of the car."
"I deserved it." He laughed, "I know you'll take good care of me, no more running off, I can't keep up." You both laugh.
"Come here." You say and press your soft lips to his. "I'll take great care of you."
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★ 03. 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗬𝗘𝗧.
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You looked at the man in front of you, processing his offer. Yeah, a little bit of help wouldn't hurt since you had no idea of what to pick for Satoru and Suguru. Since he was a man too, he would know about it right? Besides, it won't take more than five minutes.
"I mean, why not?"
He gave you a nod, crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head to the side as he looked at you up and down.
"So..for who might it be? Don't think you're looking for male clothes just for ya', are you?"
"No, they're for my friends."
"Right." He looked at you, then at the clothes you were looking at just before he appeared. "And how are they?"
"Nice, i guess?"
A short pause was made, the black haired man raised an eyebrow as if he didn't understand what you just said.
"..I was refering to the size. Tall, medium, short?"
You reacted immediately, embarrassed of what you had just said. He on the other hand, snickered because of that.
"Oh. Uhm, yeah. They're tall"
"How tall?"
"Really tall."
He hummed, looking through different clothes around. If they were tall, then their clothes would probably be some large size ones. He asked for you to follow him, and you did. This man who you didn't even know his name was actually pretty nice; he was between casual and polite, asking you about your friends and their style even if he mentioned he wasn't really an expert at shopping. Turns out he even had the best wallet-friendly tips and recommendations too, that's a bonus.
When you reached a specific section, his hands moved to grab a pair of hoodies, both of the same brand and in different colours.
"Then this is for you, doll." He motioned to give the clothes to you. "Won't disappoint, trust my word. I use them every now and then."
"Thanks, mr.."
"Call me Fushiguro, no need for formalities. I'm not that much older than you anyways."
He answered, folding the hoodies and helping you to get them into your cart. You thanked him, thanks to Fushiguro you were able to find lots of clothes for the boys to wear for an economic price. He didn't know a lot about combining clothes, but with a little description of satoru and suguru he had been able of making a few outfits each.
The two of you walked through every corner of the store, talking about trivial things while you collected what you thought it was best. Sometimes he corrected you and told you to pick a bigger size since that one wouldn't fit someone tall, and some other times you were the one that corrected him because your friends wouldn't wear something like that even if you paid them to. Of course, jokes were also exchanged between the two of you while the clothes were being chosen. Bad ones enough to make another clients glare at you two, but jokes nonetheless.
This time you spent with him, approximately 20 minutes, was not as awkward as you expected it to be at first. He wasn't really as intimidating as you expected him to be and his sarcasm was kinda funny, so time flew faster than anticipated.
So now you were chatting with him now about some brand he told you about while grabbing the last pair of shoes of the day to put them inside your car when, out of nowhere, a voice calls your name.
"Y/N, where were you?"
You looked behind you, finding Suguru.
Fushiguro smiled.
"So Y/N it is? Cute name."
You looked at him, realizing now that you never even told him your name. How unpolite! He told you his and you forgot something as important as that.
"Ah, yeah it is! Sorry, i didn't even introduce myself properly."
Suguru looked at you, then at the man next to you. He just looked at Suguru with that shit-eating grin still present on his face, placing his hand on your shoulder. Suguru's jaw clenched at this, but smiled nonetheless.
"No worries, doll. Is this one of the 'friends' you were talking about?"
You look at Fushiguro somehow confused because of what he just did, not knowing if it was okay for him to touch you when you met him twenty minutes ago. However, seeing how he is, he doesn't look like the type of man to care about things such as boundaries with strangers so you didn't think too much about it.
"Yeah, that's Suguru. Suguru, meet Fushiguro." The long haired male listened to you as if he was looking for an explanation, so you gave it to him. "He helped me pick some clothes for you both."
"That's right, I was just about to leave anyways." The man shrugged, taking his hand off you. "But I'm glad I made a friend. I'll see you around, yea?"
"Right! Thank you, really. I hope to see you soon!"
Oh, he was sure he would.
And Suguru was too.
And that was bad. Oh, so bad.
But he couldn't tell you, not yet.
So he simply positioned himself next to you peeking at your mini cart where you carried all of the items, pretending like nothing happened.
"Well Y/N, what did you two find for us? Don't be so shy now, tell me.."
"I can't believe you really like those cheap glasses over everything i just bought you."
Satoru just smiled, putting the glasses on and looking at his reflection in the window of the car as he posed and looked at himself from different angles.
"Watch your mouth! They're actually cool. Isn't that right, Suguru?"
The white haired man grinned, his gaze now focused on his friend. He recieved no response for a few seconds, the man was looking intensely through his window. A price tag he just ripped off the glasses was thrown at Suguru, trying to get him off his mind. He scoffed, but replied anyways.
"Sure, they suit you."
His tone wasn't teasing as he expected it to be. It held no emotion, as if his mind was somewhere else. And Satoru knew his best friend too well, so he scooped closer to him even if you protested about the fact that he didn't put his belt on. Then he talked, whispering in order for you not to hear them.
"You good, man?"
Suguru blinked, as if he didn't notice when he got suddenly closer and changed seats. However, he was soon looking at his bestfriend's eyes debating whether to tell him or not.
"I saw him today."
He finally managed to breathe out. There was no need to specify who, since he knew satoru would easily catch up on who he was refering to.
"You mean him, as in him?"
Just as expected.
"Yes."
Suguru expected some shock from him, but Satoru sighed in relief getting confortable in his seat as his body relaxed now that he knew what this was all about.
"Phew, you had me worried over there for a sec. We taught him a lesson last time, what got you all worried now—"
Suguru didn't even let him finish before adding an important factor.
"He was with Y/N."
Oh, that made more sense.
Satoru's breath hitched and he swore his seat never felt more uncomfortable than right now.
This couldn't be happening.
Not so soon at least.
Silence filled the room, a tense atmosphere filling the car's air.
"All good behind boys? You're awfully quiet."
You asked noticing the silence, you weren't dumb enough to ignore it. It was very unlikely to happen, and it always did happen when the two of them were up to something not good. You knew them too well, after all.
"Not at all! How long is it until we get home?"
Satoru asked. You smiled when you heard his voice again, excited as ever. Yeah, they were planning some kind of prank for sure. It had to be, so you better be prepared for when you get home!
It was okay, you knew every hiding spot they had at home in case they decided to call this a prank day. You knew everything about your pets after all.
But maybe you just didn't really know them as much as you claimed to do.
𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. 🌷
—𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘: kind of short chapter, idk?? Next one we'll have our boy choso <33 btw, thanks for all the support lately! Love ya 💕
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Him.
Warning: Abuse, Angst/comfort, crying, blood.
Pairing: Hyunjin x reader
Summary: Hyunjin saves you from an abuse relationship.
Hey😆 if you don’t like graphic things please don’t read. Thank you! Not the best one shot but yeah hope you enjoy it :))
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"Alex please! I'm sorry!" I yelp as I scrumble on the floor trying to get away from my now angry boyfriend. My hands trembled and my body was now vigorously shaking on the ground.
This had been going on for 30 minutes and I was exhausted and dehydrated. My hands were slippery from the blood that laid on them. All my senses were gone at this point but he kept going and going.
"You'll be actually sorry when I'm done with you," his fist connecting with my chin as I scream in pain from the constant beating of his hands against my limbs. His steps were loud and his breathing was even louder. His face occasionally getting really close to mine.
"Please forgive me! I didn't mean it! Alex please!" I get on all my fours and take a few crawls away from his standing figure but his hands wrapped around around my ankle and yanked me back to his body.
He had a smirk on his face. He enjoyed this. I knew he did but the constant manipulation and lying words tricked my mind into thinking that maybe he was just stressed or tired or maybe I did something to trigger him whenever this would happen.
This time was done I know I had to get away somehow. I knew that if I didn’t leave him I would end up dead or I could put anyone at risk with him around.
I’m ripped away from my thoughts and prayers when his voice booms into my eardrums. A ringing sound now playing really loudly.
"You think you can be a little slut huh?! You think you can get away with this shit?! You're fucking pathetic!"
My eyes are glued to his body. His arms were both grasping and digging into my flesh. Small whimpers are leaving my mouth. I couldn’t see anything due to the tears that fogged my site but I knew he was so proud of himself.
He knew he could control me. He thought I wouldn’t leave him but this time I was thinking about it. Thinking about getting here alive.
I pray that it’s all over when he just glared at me and it is when he spits on me and walks away. His saliva is hot against my face. My body laying on the ground as I tried to get energy to get up. I slowly look up to see if he was still In the room but thankfully he was gone.
The slamming front door confirms it.
The world seemed to be moving in slow motion. The plate that was once neatly stacked with food was now on the floor and shattered.
Pillows were everywhere and the painting Hyunjin had made me was now ripped on the floor.
Heavier sobs leave my mouth as I slowly get up but I’m unable to. My body wouldn’t allow it. My shaking arms couldn’t support the weight. My breathing was getting worse but the sound is covered with my phone was ringing non stop.
Hyunjin's name popping up time and time again.
The warm sension of blood oozed from my nose. The throbbing pain of my nose and now black eye lingered. My body ached.
This was a normal thing tho. Alex didn't have the best temper and I knew that. It was my fault.
I knew he didn't like his food served at this hour but yet I thought that if I somehow convinced him to eat now I could go out later to hangout with the guys. He didn’t like them at all but he always found himself around us trying to make a point about who could come near me and who couldn’t.
I slowly help myself up by leaning on the couch.
My arms were bruised and the breaths I would try to take hurt really bad. Tears continued to roll down my cheeks. I limp towards the messy area trying to clean it before he came back. Before he would have another reason to snap.
The apartment was quiet. Khami was locked in his cage. The lights were dim and the kettle was boiling.
It was the knock on the door that got me out of my trance. My neck snapping towards it.
Who could be out there? Everyone knew not to come announced. The more I thought about it the more scared I got. Was it the neighbor? Did someone call the cops?
I try to avoid the door but the knocks get more frantic and loud. Hyunjin's voice now coming through.
"Y/n?! Y/n it's me! Please open the door. Are you hurt?! I can see your shoes out here! I know you’re in there!”
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I was in the kitchen when Alex had come into the room. He was wearing his work suit and a smile played on his lips. He placed a kiss on my forehead and sets his briefcase on the table.
"Hey love, how was your day?" He asks. I look over at him and give him a tiny smile.
"It was good and yours?" I automatically ask him. My hands were stirring the cooking pot and the kettle of warming water sat besides the sauce pan.
"Yeah just tired,” he tans and furrows his eyebrows while looking at his watch “what are you doing?"
I run my hands nervously and turn towards him.
"Oh I'm just making you a plate of food before I go,"
"Go where?" His eyes furrow and I gulp, "remember I told you that I was going out with the guys? You let me go,”
"Go where? I don't remember this," his eyes squint "why would you go out with the boys?"
"Baby remember when I asked you?" I frown and look up at him. My hands play with the strings from the apron.
"You’re not going-" his voice is firm and now he is towering over me.
"But babe-"
"I said you’re not going and it's final," he snaps before turning around and leaving the room.
I let out a sigh thinking that maybe he was just in a bad mood but nevertheless a no was a no.
I put everything down and pull out to phone Chan who wasn't picking up so the next best option was Hyunjin.
"Hyunjin?" I say softly,
"Hey! How are you?" He beams through the phone. His voice was soft yet excited. The thought of no seeing them hurt my heart. I had been avoiding them due to the clear visual bruises that lay on my body from the fight I had gotten in either Alex a few days ago.
They were all so attentive when I was around them so I knew it wasn’t a good idea to be around when I was covered in bruises. Too many questions.
I begin to explain, "Oh I just come today, I'm sorry-"
"What? This is the 3rd time you've cancelled this week," his voice is layered with confusion, “are you trying to avoid me because of the kiss?”
My heart stops beating for a second and butterflied start to invade my stomach. It was definitely not because of that. I start to blush, I feel it.
"No Hyun it’s because Alex-"
"Who the fuck are you talking to?" A voice booms causing me to jump. I turn to see Alex stood by the door. His frame covering everything.
"It's no one Alex it's just Hyunjin,” I try to explain,
"Hello? Y/n? Is that Alex?" I hear Hyunjin's voice from the other side of the phone before glass shatters causing me to drop the phone.
"What the fuck is your probekm you bitch?!" He yells and charges at me.
"Alex no! I was just-"
I feel a hot sting on my cheek and my body being pulled by my hair to the living room.
I let out a scream causing him to let go and put his palm against my mouth
“Shhh don’t say a word, why the fuck are you telling Hyunjin about our business? Huh?! Is he part of our relationship?!” My eyes go wide and I frantically shake my head no. I can fear the tears starting to form in my eyes.
He lets go of my mouth and I take on a deep breathe trying to regulate my breathing. Trying to get away but my body is thrown to the floor.
“Alex please! Please I won’t do it again! I’m sorry,” a squeal leaves my mouth as I grab my rib cage that was now on fire because of the impact.
His eyes were dark and his fists were clenched and red from the previous fights we had gotten into. He was wearing his normal sweatpants, Shirt and his hair was a mess.
“Do you think you can play me?!” His voice booms through the room.
“No no no , I love you Alex-“
“Then act like it!” He is calm for a second before charging at me again causing me to scream in fear, “You’re the fucking problem. You little pathetic nobody!” His hand wraps around my neck trying to grab me off the floor.
My hands automatically try to remove his finger but his grip is too tight causing me to lack air. Not to breathe.
“Seems you don’t listen? Today I’m going to discipline you again.”
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“H-Hyunjin go away please!” I whisper through the door.
“No Y/n! open the door right now or I’m calling the cops,” he threatens. My body goes cold, what could I possibly do?
“No no no! Please don’t!” Panic feels me before my shaky hands slowly open the door and a peep through the little crack.
“What is it hyun?” I whisper. I examine him. His wearing a flannel and some jeans. His airforces on and his jyp budge attached to his shirt meaning he had come from the studio.
“I heard everything Y/n open then door please?” His eyes are soft, warm and glistening.
“No-no you can’t Alex-“ by the time I try to finish the sentence he had managed to push himself through, frantically looking around the room.
“Is that son of a bitch gone?” He looks over at me when his done looking around the room.
“Yes yes- Hyunjin you have to go- he might be back-“ he takes a step back and looks at me in horror.
“Your face-“ he gasps then proceeds to step closer to me.
Sobs leave my mouth again. I try to hide it with my sleeves, “No don’t look at me-“
“I’m killing this motherfucker.” His body is tensed up and his jaw clenches.
His hands reach out to examine me. My face but I wince and try to step back.
“I’m so sorry I couldn’t be here on time my love, this is my fault, I knew he wasn’t okay! Fuck. Are you okay? What hurts? Let me see please princess? Let me take care of you-“ he pulls me on his body but I try to resist. This doesn’t let him let go though.
“Hyunjin-“
“It’s okay, it’s okay” is all he says and that makes me fall against his body. It was overwhelming. I was tired. I was crying. I was a mess. I was in pain. Really bad pain. My chest hurt. He carries me to the couch before examining the bruises even more. His eyes squinting. The room is silent only a few barks from Khami.
His hair was in a ponytail and his nails were painted in black. The little things I was noticing as I stared at him trying to make out what his face was saying or what his brain was thinking.
He gets up and gets the first aid kit and some cleaning supplies before sitting back down.
“I’m going to touch you okay? And it might hurt but I’m just cleaning you up okay?” I just nod trying not to fight or say anything.
“We’re leaving, you’re going to stay with me until we can find you an apartment and you’re leaving this bastard.”
“But he’ll find me Hyunjin,” I cry in a panic.
“Hey hey hey, even if he does, which he won’t. I’ll whoop his ass and give him a big beating. Nothing will happen, plus his going up against 8 boys I think we can take him,”
“What about-“ I wince when he puts a bandage on my arm. My concentration now turning to the throbbing wrist.
“No I’m not taking no for an answer. You’re coming with me, stay here.” He gets up and I watch him closely. He enters Alex’s room and disappears. Knowing I couldn’t argue with him I knew I had to get Khami because that witch would try and hurt him. I limp over to Khami’s cage and get him out. He starts licking my face and whimpering. Knowing he had been watching everything in the apartment from moments before.
“I got your bags love,” Hyunjin says coming back. He gives Khami a small smile before he wraps his hand around my waist pulling me onto him.
“I love you,” his lips touch my softly. His fingers wipe the tears that had fallen from before. His body is warm and he smelt like flowers and blueberries…maybe strawberries.
“I’m going to protect you. I have to protect you.”
Before I can say anything he grabs my stuff and guides me to the car outside closing the door.
This was a new beginning to the end.
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baking video with hamzah + enemies to lovers trope
(ty for ending the drought!!!)
ok heres a baking video one, ill do the enemies to lovers laterrr
cocinando con el necesitado; cooking with the needy one
!hamzah x !latina reader
warning! : cockwarming, cursing, fluff + smut <3
word count!:
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“hi slushies! today you may notice martins not here, unfortunately he's sick but i have his replacement!” hamzah exclaims, and signals for you to appear in front of the camera.
“hi!” you say waving your hand to the camera.
“so what are we doing today y/n,” hamzah asks you
“Well I have a family event coming up real soon, so we gotta make some food to bring there!” you exclaim.
hamzah nods and goes behind the camera to zoom in on you getting started on cooking. You can't help but take a quick glimpse on the camera and see it zoom in on your ass.
“hamzah! get your ass here and help!” you groan. Before Hamzah comes to help you he positions the camera so the viewers can only see the left side of yalls body.
as hamzah rushes to help, you begin cutting the lamb and stop as soon as you feel a familiar thing slip inside of you. hamzah quickly whispers in your ear, “we’re mic'd up, keep quiet and i'll help you cook babe,”
you take a deep breath, and continue cooking. “so y/n what are you cutting?” he asks in a deep tone. “i'm just cutting the cordero asado, which means grilled lamb. normally you’d make it with pork but since hamzah can't we had to change the recipe.” you smile looking at hamzah who's laying his head on your shoulder and has his arms wrapped around your waist.
you feel butterflies all in your stomach but want to avoid showing hamzah and finish cooking before getting involved with him,
After cutting and grilling the lamb, you start getting ready to cook the rice before Hamzah excuses himself to the bathroom. you nod, and start to oil into the rice cooker, and tell the alexa,
‘play ven devorame otra vez’, she plays the song moments later and as you turn the dial on the rice cooker you let the music take you in.
you sway your hips and use the small amount of space you have to dance to your advantage, you start clapping your hands together when the beat drops. completely ignoring the camera recording you, you put your hands on your hip to help you move your hips imagining your hands were hamzah instead.
almost like clock work, your hands were replaced with hamzahs, “now babe where’d you learn how to dance like that?” he smirks, letting your hips guide his hands.
“back in (your home country), i'm surprised you haven't picked up anymoves since living with me or the amount of salsa i blast in this house,” you say putting one of your hands to the back of his neck getting a light feel of his soft curly hair.
he kisses your neck deeply in response, once again, he slips himself into you as you continue to move your hips in a circular motion. you're so wet already, you feel a knot in your stomach.
“papi you better stop before I become a stuffed turkey,” you laugh into his ear.
“Who said that’d be a bad idea?” he smirks, getting closer to you.
he pulls out gently, you get a quick glimpse and see him already dripping of pre-cum. Next thing you know he turns you around and lifts you to place your legs around his waist. He brings you to the kitchen island and gently lays you down, the cool surface contrasting with the heat radiating from both of you. you try to keep your breaths steady, you quickly notice the camera blinking a red light.
“hamzah, we’re still on camera,” you murmur
he grins, his eyes dark with desire. “I know, but I can’t help myself,” he whispers back, pressing his lips against yours in a heated kiss.
your hands find their way to his hair, pulling him closer as he deepens the kiss. The intensity of the moment makes you forget about everything else. His hands roam your body, sending shivers down your spine. You can feel his manhood pressing against you, making you even more eager.
“we should finish cooking,” you manage to say between kisses, but you know that you don't want to stop the intimacy between you and hamzah.
Hamzah chuckles softly. —“we’ll finish, I promise,” he says, trailing kisses down your neck.
he positions himself, sliding back inside you with a slowness that makes you gasp. The sensation is overwhelming, and you clutch the edge of the island for support.
“Just keep quiet, okay mami?” he murmurs, his voice a mixture of command and plea.
you nod, biting your lip to hide any sounds. Hamzah begins to move, his rhythm slow and steady, allowing you both to savor every moment. The tension builds, and you struggle to keep silent, your breaths coming in jumbled gasps.
the kitchen, the cooking, and the camera all fade into the background as you lose yourself in the sensation of Hamzah moving inside you. his hands grip your hips, guiding you with a precision that drives you wild.
“hamzah,” you whisper, your voice trembling with need.
he looks into your eyes, his own filled with a fierce intensity. —“I know, mami. I know.”
the pace quickens, and you can feel yourself nearing the edge. Hamzah’s breaths are heavy, his movements more urgent. you’re both on the brink, and it’s taking all your control to stay quiet.
finally, the tension snaps, and you shudder around him, your release taking you by surprise. Hamzah follows shortly after, a low groan escaping his lips as he spills inside you. The feeling of completeness washes over you both, leaving you breathless and sated.
he stays still for a moment, his forehead resting against yours as you both catch your breath. Slowly, he pulls out and helps you sit up, giving you a tender kiss on the lips.
you break from the kiss and scrunch your nose, “do you smell that?” you ask.
it takes hamzah a few moments for Hamzah but he smells it too, “yeah is something burning?” he asks.
“shit! the rice!” you groan,
you run to the rice cooker, take the rice out with oven mitts and dump it in the garbage. hamzah's right behind you, ready to take in the funky smell outside.
when he comes back you elbow him lightly, “that's for distracting me from the rice,” you smirk.
“but you, the music, it was all you, and your hips.” Hamzah sighs looking at you.
you wave him off and the rest of the cooking process goes smoothly, with Hamzah playfully teasing you and you returning the banter.
“Thanks for keeping company rather than helping,” you grin as you pack the food.
“anytime, babe,” he replies, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.
you glance at the camera, remembering the audience that’s been watching the entire time. With a mischievous smile, you wave at the lens.
“hope you enjoyed today’s video, slushies! See you next time!” hamzah exclaims.
you join in, waving as well. —“and don’t forget to like and subscribe!”
with that, Hamzah ends the recording, knowing that he’ll have to do some excessive editing tomorrow.
“so when are you gonna teach me how to dance like that?” hamzah asks as a yawn escapes his mouth
“another day mi amor, another day.” you smile, kissing his cheek lightly.
tokischaaaa speaks: reminder KEEP SENDING REQUESTS, THE DROUGHT AINT OVER AND I STILL GOT WRITING TO GIVE
love yall, stay safe and always remeber
okay ciao chicas <3
#hamzah x reader#hamzah imagines#slushy noobz#hamzah x y/n#hamzahthefantastic#hamzahthefantastic x reader#salsa
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The Happy Accident- Drew Starkey Smut
A/N: Not me being back in my OBX era... let's do this thing!
@torturedlexdepartment here it is! Everyone give me your honest opinion... it's been awhile so I'm a little rusty but here's a short one for you to enjoy.
Warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, mention of a burn
It was a normal, sunny Wednesday morning filming in Charleston. I was working on the set of Outer Banks, the hit Netflix show that took the world by storm. Mostly all I did was get coffee, show extras where to go for filming, and move equipment when needed. I was relatively new, just starting will this crew at the beginning of season 4 so I didn't know everyone yet but I was close with a few people on set. Drew, Shannon, and Madelyn were the ones I saw the most. I was making some coffees for the director's and began walking toward where they were standing just off of the filming spot. I came around the corner and bumped into someone, coffee spilling all of the front of me. I hissed from bothe surprise and the heat of the coffee running down the front of me. Shannon turned around, hearing the sound I made and her eyes widened. "Oh my goodness, are you okay?" I nodded, still in shock from what just happened. "Here, why don't you go to the nearest trailer over there and have a shower. I'll have someone bring you a spare set of clothes. I thanked her and headed in the direction of the nearest trailer.
One of the other production assistants walked up to me with a towel and a spare set of clothes as I opened the door. I thanked them and headed in, going straight to the shower in the back of the trailer. I stripped my clothes off and stood under the lukewarm spray of water. I noticed the high end products but didn't think anything of it, using them and humming to myself. I turned the shower off, reaching out to the grab the towel. I wrapped myself in it and steeped out, turning around to close the door behind me. I heard someone clear their throat behind me, causing me to turn suddenly to face them.
"Ummm, hi Y/N. Not trying to be rude or anything.. why are you in my trailer? Using my shower?" He said, rubbing his head and looking down at the ground. "I- ummm- I-," I cleared my throat and continued, "Someone spilled coffee on me so Shannon said I could use the shower." I looked over at him apologetically and turn to grab my clothes and leave as quickly as I could. "Wait! That looks like a gnarly burn on your collarbone, mind if I take a look at it? I have a first aid kit." I nod, moving over to sit on the couch. Drew grabs his first aid kit from the small kitchenette and sits beside me. He opens it and pulled out a small packet of burn cream. "Okay, I'm just going to touch it to see how bad it is before I put anything on it." I nodded, hissing when he laid his hand near the burn. "Come a little bit closer so I can see what I'm doing and put this cream on, the lighting isn't great in here." I tightened the towel around myself and scooted closer to his so our knees were touching. He put some of the burn cream on his hand and rubbed them together to warm them up. He leaned closer to spread it on the dark pink spot on my collarbone.
When his hands landed on my skin, goosebumps raised up my arms and back. I froze, looking him in the eye as the motion of his hands slowed when he looked up at me. I watched as he looked down at my lips, looking me back in the eyes and slowing leaning in, gauging my reaction. I leaned in the rest of the way, connecting our lips hesitantly. Drew leaning in a bit further and tracing the edge of my lips with his tongue. I opened my mouth to let him in, our tongues fighting together. Drew leaned into me, making me fall further onto the couch. He adjusted his weight so he wasn't directly on top on me, running his hands over my forehead and through my hair, pulling my face closer to him. I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer to me. He used one arm to hold himself up as the other trailed down my body, slowly unfolding the towel from around me. I moved my hands down his toned chest to them hem of his shirt, tugging on it to signal him to pull it off. He pulled himself up and pulled his shirt over his head. I dropped my hand down his stomach to the band of his jeans, popping the buttons open. I pulled his pants and boxers down to allow his cock out. I ran my hand up and down the shaft and he let out a low groan. "Y/N, are you sure you want to do this? It's okay to stop."
I shook my head no, the tension building between us. I took his cock in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, making sure to put pressure on the vein on the underside of him. I pumped my hand up and down what wouldn't fit in my mouth. He placed his hand on the back of my head, gently pressing my mouth further onto his cock, making me gag when it the back of my throat. "Fuck, you're going to have to stop or I won't make it through this." I sucked on him hard and smirked up at him, making him pull me off, pulling the towel from around my body. Drew leaned down to kiss me again as he laid me down on my back. He dropped his hand down to his cock, lining it up and pushing into me slowly. He leaned down to kiss my lips and stifle my moan. As he held himself inside me, letting me adjust, he got close to my ear. "I have to be quick this time because I have to be back on set, but next time, I'm going to take my time with you." My eyes rolled to the back of my head and my breath hitched as he pulled out of me, thrusting himself back in quickly. He bent my legs up near my head and began to thrust in and out of me quickly. I whimpered as he changed his angle, feeling him all the way in my stomach. "Drew, I- I'm so close, please" I whined. He brought one hand down to rub circles on my clit as he continued to thrust into me quickly. "I can feel you baby, cum for me, I know you need this." I came on his cock, my back arching and a long moan leaving my lips as he stilled inside me, letting out a grunt as he came deep inside me. He continued to thrust slowly until we both caught our breath and I flinched a little when he pulled out of me. He grabbed my towel off the floor, getting part of it wet with warm water from the sink and cleaning us both up. "That was-" "amazing" Drew finished for me, us both chuckling as we got dressed. After he was dressed, he sat on the couch, patting his lap for me to come sit. I sat there, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Listen Y/N, I meant what I said. I don't see this as a one time thing. I'd really like to continue to see you however you see fit. I'd prefer to take you on a date but if you'd rather not it's your decision." I bit my lip and looked down, making him think I had to think about it. "I'd love to go on a date with you! I have wanted to get to know you more since I set foot on this set." Drew kissed me and we both got up to head back to set, exchanging numbers so we could continue making plans later.
#drew starkey#drew starkey smut#drew starkey x reader#outer banks smut#outer banks imagine#obx#obx smut
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Hide N' Seek
This sprouted up from a childhood habit that I did when I was feeling really bad. I feel like how terrifying the turtles could be to the reader isn't touched on enough. The turtles would actually scare the heck out of me if I'm being honest. This Raph also holds a place in my heart, Enjoy!! <33
Bayverse!Raph x Reader - Hurt/Comfort
Words: 2,506
Warnings: None
The day had seemed to go on forever and you were beyond grateful when the clock finally ticked to 5 pm. You rushed out of the office and after a thankfully uneventful commute home, you popped some leftovers into the microwave, with your leg now bouncing in anticipation of doing something. You mulled over your choices, using the dull hum of the microwave as white noise.
There were plenty of things to occupy your time; New York had its fair share of things to do, along with your long list of neglected chores. But… it's been a while since you’ve seen Raph and the other turtles so chores could wait one more day. You hadn’t seen them in a while and it’d be good to break up the droning schedule of only going to and from work. Scarfing down a quick dinner and you were out of the house in minutes.
The lair was… uncharacteristically quiet.
Curious, you made your way further into the space to see if they had left a note about where they had gone. They left their fair share of notes, which had evolved into them putting a permanent bulletin board up in the kitchen. You all had decided to keep it updated when the turtles would be gone for an extended amount of time. Per Donnie’s advice, it wasn’t a good idea for the brothers to text that they were leaving the lair undefended. Texting could easily be hacked and well… that was that. Squinting at the board, sure enough, you see in Leo’s scrawling handwriting that they would be out for a few hours.
You flopped down onto the couch and made yourself at home, dragging a blanket off of the back of the couch to fend off the chill of the lair. You go through the motions of playing on your phone, doodling, and looking at your phone again. The hours had begun to take a toll on you and your eyelids had grown heavy. You start to wonder if they’re even going to be back tonight.
“You never listen!”
You sit up a little straighter, immediately recognizing Leo’s voice.
“I never listen?!” Raph lets out an incredulous laugh. “How about you never listening to your team!”
Cold dread spilled into your stomach, fingers gripping a little tighter onto your phone. You hated it when any of the brothers fought, but it always seemed to be worse with Leo and Raph.
You sunk deeper into the couch as you heard them getting closer. You knew in your heart Raph meant well, but more often than not, his anger would get the better of him. These outbursts would make it impossible to have a productive conversation with him. Raph was working on controlling his temper in your relationship, but Leo obviously wasn't granted the same sympathy.
Glancing towards the entrance, you spot Donnie and Mikey coming in first.
You gave them both a sympathetic look; you knew that they hated it when their brothers fought with each other. They both shot you a sympathetic look in return, knowing you would have to deal with Raph after his outburst.
“I just- I can’t deal with this right now, I’ve got more important things to concern myself with.” “Yeah, sure, go concern yourself with something better than your own brother.” Raph huffs out, shrugging off some of his gear onto the kitchen table.
You get off of the couch and warily make your way into the kitchen area.
“Raph, can we-” Your face must’ve given away your displeasure with the current situation because Raph immediately took it as something against him. “Oh, so you’re on his side too!”
“Why does it always have to be about picking sides?!”
“‘Cause it feels like nobody ever is on mine!”
“I am on your side!” You tell him empathetically.
“Then fucking act like it!” He slams his hand into the kitchen counter, leaving a huge dent in the side of it.
Your eyes flicker towards the counter, a painful reminder of how strong the mutants were compared to you.
Usually, you found his strength endearing; using it to protect the ones he cared about, but now you were unfortunately on the other end, where he could very easily use that strength against you.
You feel the tears start to sprout up in the corners of your eyes and you try in vain to swallow the painful lump in your throat.
Crying would get you nowhere.
“You can’t just start hitting things and then think you won!” Your voice cracks, “Use your words!”
He walks over to you, pushing into your space, and forces you to walk backward until your back hits the wall.
Raph was taller than you by about a foot. You’ve always known that Raph was bigger than you, that was obvious enough, but he had never used his size to intimidate you like this.
He lets out an animalistic growl before speaking. “My ability to hit fast and hit hard is what this team needs me for and I’ve solved plenty of problems before just by knocking ‘em out.”
He slams his hands into the wall about your head, the vibrations traveling down the wall into your body.
“I don’t need them, I don't need your bickering and I certainly don’t need you!”
You scrunch up your face in anger at his outburst. Tears are threatening to fall from your eyes and it takes all you have in you to not let them.
He stands there for a moment, chest heaving in and out. You stare back up at him in anger. His eyes dart back and forth between yours before shoving himself off the wall with a grunt. Cracking his knuckles, he stalks away heading towards his room.
As soon as he’s out of sight, you push yourself off the wall. A few tears escape from your eyes and you drag a haphazard hand across your face to brush them off.
You let out a growl of frustration, mad at Raph and mad at yourself for crying.
It was so fucking embarrassing.
You storm over to the couch, snatching up your backpack; you had brought stuff over to spend the night and now you just felt stupid. You stuffed your blanket from the couch into your bag. You ripped your earbuds out of your bag, shoving them into your ears.
The trip home was a blur.
You caught the subway home, trying in vain not to look like you were just crying your eyes out. Once you finally make it to your apartment, you shove through your door, tossing your backpack to the ground.
You were still reeling after the fight with Raph. Fuck. Him.
A sob escapes your throat and you dig the palms of your hand into your eyes in an attempt to stop the tears.
You just needed somewhere to hide, you just felt too exposed out in the living room. Walking into your room, you head straight for the closet, shoving aside the hanging shirts and make a little alcove for yourself in the closet. Nudging the door shut with a foot, making everything go pitch black.
The tears start flowing out of your eyes as your fight sinks into you fully.
He doesn’t need me?
Choked breaths come in and out of you and you can’t seem to get enough air in.
You sit there for an undetermined amount of time, letting the calmness of being alone sink into you. Your playlists play on a loop and there's comfort in the songs you know by heart. After a while, your tears have dried and there's an uncomfortable feeling in your throat but you’re too lazy to go soothe it with water so you sit there numbly, still pushed up against the closet wall.
There’s a knock from outside; a dull echo on the glass window of your apartment. You take out one of your earbuds as you strain to listen, almost brushing it off as something you misheard from your song. The knock comes again and you’re certain it was coming from your balcony. The turtles often came over to your house and instead of risking being seen, they came in through your balcony.
Though today, you weren’t in any mood to go up and let them in formally, wishing that they would get the message and go away. It’s not like you exactly looked very presentable after crying for two hours.
“(Y/N)?” A gruff voice sounded from outside.
Your heart started beating fast.
It was Raph.
“(Y/N)? Let me in, I wanna talk.”
God, why’d it have to be him?
You were still mad at him and if you were being honest, a little afraid of him too. You shoved yourself farther into the closet, trying to be completely still.
The balcony door slides open and his footsteps start to pad around the room.
You keep silent as you listen to him walk around, trying to calm your racing heart. Raph walks to the kitchen and then to the living room.
He calls out your name again. “Where are you?”
You hope he’ll just leave you in peace and let you come to him on your own terms, you didn’t exactly want him to find you hiding in the closet. The closet door creaks open. He peeks his head into the closet, his eyes glazing over the closet until he finds you. Raph looks at you for a moment and you quickly wipe away the tears still drying on your face.
“Are you… hiding from me?” He breathes.
Opening the door fully, he stands in the doorway. He’s so tall that his head grazes the top of the doorway.
You look up at him with wide eyes, searching in his gaze for that anger you saw earlier today. You take time to find your voice.
“No.” You lie.
You can tell that he doesn’t believe it and guilt flashes across his face.
“I deserve it, you know.”
You immediately try to counteract his words, but he holds a hand up as he continues.
“No, I do.”
You close your mouth.
His eyes move down to the spot next to you and he gestures to it.
“Can I?”
You silently nod up at him, still processing what you want to say to him.
With some effort on his part, he slides next to you in the closet. He’s so much wider than you that he has to sit at an angle to be able to fit next to you. Raph groans with the effort of sitting down with his legs sitting outside the door of the closet. He keeps his eyes downcast on his hands wringing them together.
“I-I’m sorry for how I reacted today,” His eyes flicker up to yours. “It wasn’t directed towards you, I just-” He takes a breath. “I get so angry sometimes and I get even angrier when I can acknowledge it’s over something so small. It snowballs into something worse.”
“I know how that feels,” you whisper, “I get really angry too sometimes, for the stupidest of things,” You half-heartedly laugh.
“Honestly, I need someone to keep me in check. It keeps me accountable and makes me think before I speak.” Your eyes flick up to him. “But I need someone who can get angry and acknowledge how they’re feeling without taking it out on someone else. I am your s/o. I want to be there for you, but I can’t do that if you scare me away. I am always willing to listen and try to help you through what you’re feeling.”
There’s a beat of silence as he processes your words.
“I’m sorry.” He breathes out.
You scooch over until your head is leaning on his side. You take his hand into yours and slowly lace your fingers with his. His hand is so much bigger than yours and it makes you pause at the size difference. You stare at your entwined fingers.
“I forgive you.”
His grip tightens on your fingers. Firm and reassuring.
You two sit in silence, relishing in each other's company.
Raph shifts a bit in his spot, trying in vain to cover up how uncomfortable he is in the cramped space.
A half-hearted huff leaves you. “Cramped?”
He grunts a bit, “M’ fine.”
…
“...are you sure?”
He lets out another grunt in affirmation.
You scoot a little bit forward, thrusting a foot forward and standing up in one fell swoop. Wobbling a bit as you stand, Raph by instinct, catches your hand in his and steadies you. Stepping out of the closet, you turn around and look at Raph as he gazes back up at you.
Your head tilts slightly as you eye him in the closet space- he really did look huge. If you squint a bit, you would almost be able to see a blush forming across his cheeks as he avoids eye contact with you.
“A little help here?”
And even though he was just asking for your help out of pure formality, you appreciated the sentiment. You offer a hand out to him and he takes it, but never actually puts any of his weight on it. Along with some help from the closet doorway, he rises to his full height once again.
He reaches over to flick on a lamp in the room, the light catching on the tear stains running down your cheek. Eyebrows scrunching together, his face sets into one of steely determination.
“Stay.” Raph grunts it out lowly but softly before walking out of the room.
You stand there awkwardly, waiting for him to return.
He clatters around in the kitchen for a bit, opening and closing cabinets.
Curious, you tilt your head to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of him through the cracked bedroom door, before you’re startled out of your thoughts as he walks back into the room.
Raph’s eyes immediately cast onto the ground as he walks towards you, almost as if he was still afraid of scaring you off. He holds a glass of water and a wet rag in his hands. “Here.” He says, almost under his breath and hands you the glass of water. Pleasantly surprised that he remembered that your throat gets sore after crying for so long, you take a few sips as you look at the washcloth in his hand, wondering why he had it.
Lifting the washcloth to your face, he waits for a nod from you before swiping it gently under your eyes, soothing the heat that had gathered there. You look up at him and catch the gentleness in which he regards you. You see none of that anger from before and the anger he did have was only directed at himself now.
Raph was… complicated but then again so were you. Relationships were supposed to go both ways and you trusted him to hold up his part of the bargain.
You could both work this out.
#biscuitcrumbs#Raph x reader#bayverse raph x reader#hurt/comfort#tmnt x reader#This was stuck in my drafts for way too long#one shot
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•✮🕷️𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐤𝐢𝐝🕷️✮•
part one • part two (you are here) •
⋆pairing: miguel o’hara x wife!reader
⋆warning(s): i got translations from spanish dict, if i did something wrong, please correct me. i tried to use the right definitions/context to use those definitions in! also pregnancy.
⋆a/n: oh i love writing sassy spider-people
"And then the hot sandwhiches in the cafeteria suck ass, like, at least melt the cheese. I don't want some luke warm sandwhich that can't decide whether to be hot or cold!"
I hum absentmindely, playing with my bracelets as Ben Parker keeps mumbling and moping on and on about how his life is so terrible compared to all the other Spider-Men. Honestly, when I said he was allowed to get some things off his chest, I thought he meant telling me about the mission that went bad with him, not his whole life story from birth to this moment. He sighs dramtically, plopping his head down at the table we're sitting at, and I flinch at the sudden jolt of motion, my eyes lifting to look at him. He lets out a low, dramtic wail. "See? You don't care either!" He drawls. I roll my eyes.
"Nobody is looking at you, Ben, quit it." He rolls his head to the side with the most awful puppy-eyes I have ever seen. I give him a sarcastic, annoyed smile.
"Sorry, correction. Nobody is looking at you as if they hold any sympathy for you," I tell him as I stand up, having to take a moment to regain my balance from the whale that I am now. He sneers at me, his hair all dishelved from the way he's been tugging at it for the past hour. "I'll have you know that many people give their sympathy to me! There-there should be a book written about me! Or-or even better, a movie!" He calls out with frustration as I walk away from him. I scoff, not even bothering to justify his shouting at me with a glance over my shoulder. The doors to the cafeteria open and then close, and I heave out a sigh.
I think I'd hurl myself out the window if I hear his life story for the 30th time. It's a topic he loves discussing.
"Hey! Y/N!" I hear a familiar voice call out to me. I whip my head around. It could be any spider-person calling my name. From any floor, wall, ceiling, corner, web, anything. You never really know where to look when you work at a place like this.
The voice calls my name again, and this time it's more clearer, calling out behind me. I turn around and see Gwen walking towards me, a smile on her face. I let out a small breath of relief, grateful it's at least someone I enjoy being around, and not like one of the mind-numblingly boring Spder-Men who can't quit talking about how rough they have it. I hope you get who I'm referring to.
I walk a few steps, beginning to speak and raise my hand to wave in greeting, but she stops me with her hands. "No! No! Please, we'll meet you there."
Considerate. I love it. But I also hate it.
I put one hand on my belly, and one hand on my hip, jutting it out with. I give her a soft smile. "You're awre I can still walk, correct? I'm not toally useless," I sigh. She shrugs, not really responding. She holds her hand up to gesture to....something. But I don't really see what it's supposed to be.
"This is Miles," she smiles, with a hint of annoyance in her eye. I look to the side of her which she's gesturing to, but I raise my eyebrows.
"Gwen? Have we really drove you that crazy that you're making people up?" I ask, looking back at her. Her face drops in confusion, and she looks to her side. She groans, throwing her hands down into fists and spins around. I look past her, and I see another teen, presumably Miles, awe-struck and looking around everywhere. He seems a bit lost, but that doesn't hold a candle to the child-like wonder that is clear on his face.
"Miles! I told you not to fall behind!" She shouts at him. Immediatley, he snaps out of his daze, and he looks at her like a lost puppy. I've seen that before. I um, the pieces clicking in my mind, and I watch on with amusement.
This is the kid Gwen usually doesn't shut up about.
I snicker.
Cute, I think to myself as he smiles at her and mumbles an apology. They both clearly have feelings for one another. But, there is that air of nothing is established. A sort of tension. He looks at me finally, and his eyes immediatley drop to my stomach.
"You're pregnant?" He blurts out, and, despite his dark skin, I can still clearly see him blushing at his outburst. I furrow my brows at him, a bit worried that he might faint. Gwen closes her eyes, annoyed, and elbows him in the gut. I bite back a smile while straightening.
"Yes, I am pregnant. And don't even think about apologizing, all the new recruits have the same reaction." I smile as I think back to all of the young adults and teens I've met, each wondering in shock how I'm able to fight crime with two babies in me.
He goes to talk, and stick out his hand for me to shake, but Gwen hits him again.
"He's actually not a recruit, Miguel needed to see him. He's caused a bit of....well..." she trails off. I let out a small sound of understanding as I look at her while she's explaining. I look back at Miles.
"Well, I've already heard so much about you. I really do hope to see you joining our ranks someday," I say politely. I stick out my hand this time, and he takes it, a bit awe-struck. "Well, you know what they say," he says. He holds my hand as I look at him, expecting something. I quirk my eyebrow up. "What? What do they say?" A beat of silence.
"I have no idea."
I stare at him for a moment. Gwen didn't tell me this kid was so dorky. The again, all the Spider-People come from dorky backgrounds. I nod slowly, my hand retracting from his as I put it to my chest. "Great..." I trail off. I shake my head, and I look at Gwen again.
"I was actually just about to go see him, he hasn't had lunch, and I grabbed him an empanada, he usually goes nuts for them," I giggle, holding up the small container in my hand, which was long-forgotten while Ben shared his deepest, darkest corners of his soul. Again.
Miles lights up at the sight of the empanada.
"My grandma used to make those! Fueron los mejores (They were the best)," he beams, putting his hand on is hips, his chest expanding with pride. He bumps his shoulder intp Gwen's, who looks like she wants to crawl into a hole at this moment. I watch with endearment. It is endearing, how he gets all excited. I was the same way learning Spanish, wanting to expand my knowledge for Miguel. I wait for a moment for him to explain himself, my lips quirked up in a small smile.
"See? I know Spanglish," he chuckles, clearly getting prouder of himself. I smile widely.
"Que maravilla (wonderful)," I respond. His face drops, and he looks down, rocking on his feet, his voice growing quiet. I chuckle. "Oh...I see you...know..." "If you don't mind, Miles," Gwen says through gritted teeth. She looks back at me, her smile still strained. "We're going to keep moving along."
I shrug.
"I'll come with, give Miguel his empanada." I walk over to Miles, putting my arm around his shoulder. This throws him off, his eyes growing wide. He glances to the side, then back at me, not knowing what to do. I point to his chest with the empanada-hand. "También me encantaría escuchar más de su español (I'd also love to hear more of his Spanish)," I grin.
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"Oi, there's the little child-bearer," Hobie announces as he gets up from his spot, walking over. He goes to put an arm around me, but I dodge, smacking it away. "Call me that again and I will give you something much, much more painful than giving birth," I growl. He doesn't even looked shocked, he loves riling people up. He pats my head, and walks a bit ahead of us. I scoff at his back, his guitar hanging so loosley off of it it makes me wonder how it's even managed to stay on for that long. I glance over my shoulder at Miles, who still walks a bit behind the rest of us. I slow down my pace, and when we're at the same speed, I whisper to him.
"You okay, kid?" His shoulders tense at that name, so I put my hands up in retreat. "Sorry, I wasn't the biggest fan of it either at your age," I chuckle. He glance at me, trying to find the amusement, but his laugh just comes out....dead. I sigh.
"Listen, Miles, I don't know what happened before you got here. I frankly, maybe I don't want to know. But just know it's nothing we can't fix, alright?" I mumble, bumping my shoulder with his for some light encouragement. He smiles just a tiny bit, his hand coming up to rub the shoulder I bumped bashfully. "Yeah...thanks."
I watch as he walks a bit ahead of me, and I watch as he looks at Gwen with...almost a longing gaze. A bit sad, too. I frown. I know how rough this kid has had it, Gwen's told me, and sometimes I would see him come up in the feed occasionally when I would cover for Miguel, giving him some much-needed rest time. I watched just as I did now, a frown etched on my face, wanting to reach out and tell him that this job does get better, but he wouldn't know I was watching. He still doesn't know I'm watching as we walk through the doors and into my husband's office. I fall into line with the teens, and look up at my husband and his beloved platform. Going down. Slowly. Inch by inch.
I groan inwardly.
This thing again.
I remember my first day here, I thought it was the most terrifying thing, seeing his broad back, all hunched over menacingly over the screens. Then, his mask came down, and I couldn't focus the entire time he was explaining everything to me, I was too focused on his face.
He claims he didn't know what I was doing, but I know that he was just as distracted as I was.
Miles glances at Gwen, and she shakes her head, indicating him not to talk. "I know, it's slow," she says. Miles still looks confused, and he looks over her shoulders and at me. I wave my hand in the air dismissevly. "It's his thing," I mumble under my breath, so Miguel can't hear us. God forbid we ruin his whole macho-'I'm so menacing,' act.
"Miguel O'Hara, meet, Miles Morales!" Gwen announces. No response.
"Ay, ¿Qué tal, tío? (Hey, what's up, dude?)" Miles smiles. "Yeah, I speak Spanish," he announces in front of me for the second time today.
I heave out a sigh, letting my head roll to the front. I look up again, and when I speak, my voice comes out in a shout. I have no idea what he can or can't hear from his mountain hideout.
"Amor, lo entendemos, puedes dominarnos. ¿Apuremos esto, por favor? (Love, we get it, you can overpower us. Let's hurry this up, please?)"
He grumbles something in Spanish, but I can't catch it. He spins around, shooting me a glare. "Glad to see you've met my wife," he says to Miles after giving me a hard look. Miles looks between me and my husband, his eyes scrunched together. He doesn't dare speak yet, however. Miguel smiles angrily, baring his fangs. "Something I had, like most things here now, no control over. Funny, considering I run this place!" His voice gets louder and a bit more sharp as he continues talking, and his hands come to his hips. I roll my eyes, making a sound of annoyance. I heave out a sigh. Miles steps forward, his hands moving while he speaks.
"Listen, man, I'm really excited to get going, I got some fresh new ideas on how to catch the Spot. You know, he just wants to be taken seriously-"
"Oh! Great. Uh-huh, uh-huh," my husband mumbles with a small, pestered smirk as Miles speaks. He lets out a very loud, very agressive roar as he hurls a piece of technology at Miles. Gwen and I both shout with shock, jumping out of the way, and Miles covers his head. Miguel doesn't even stop to consider what he did.
"You were worried about Spot, I'll worry about Spot!" he continues to yell at Miles. Miles is shaking, his eyes bulging with fear at him.
Gwen looks violated, and a bit worried for her friend. "Miguel! It's not his fault!" Miles agrees with her, nodding repeatedly.
"It was his fault, he blew another hole in the multiverse!"
"He didn't know any better!" Gwen shoots back. Miles doesn't quite know what to say, standing there awkardly, as if he and his friends' mom are fighting.
I step forward now, my head lowering as the platforms still moves slowly down.
"Miguel, think about throwing wires at someone! He was just tryng to do what Spider-Man does!" I try to rationalize. His head looks sharply to me, his eyes glowing red. It doesn't faze me, however. I've been on the receiving end of that look a few times, so I'm used to it. "Y/N, you're supposed to be on maternity leave!" He shouts. He holds up a hand, holding in a breath.
"Just...nevermind. You all knew what the risk here was! Gwen! You did! And you-!" Miguel looks to Hobie, pointing at him. Hobie is sliding down a metal arch, head first, on his back, just...enjoying life. As if this is really just his entertainment he threw together. Miguel sighs. "I was gonna try to ignore you," he pauses, before looking away again. "I can't, I just can't-"
"I ain't even here," Hobie mumbles in his thick accent. Miguel shakes his head, his thumb and index finger squeezing the bridge of his nose. He shakes his head as he walks a bit down the platform. I glance towards Gwen, who is already looking at me, silently begging me to say something, anything to try and calm my husband down. I sigh.
"Miguel, darling," I begin. Hobie groans.
"You know, just as a heads up, how married are you two gonna be today? Because I'm debating whether or not to sit here through all the pet names," he says, very annoyed, as he gets up from his seat, walking over to me and putting his arm on my head. He looks down at me, expecting an answer. I let a glare linger on him, and I look back at Miguel.
Miguel turns around again, his gaze boring into my eyes. "You fixed the whole catastrophe on Earth 199999, we can fix this. Don't go so hard on the kid!" I exclaim, gesturing towards Miles. He puts one hand on his hip, and another up to drag across his face, stretching it out.
"No, no, Y/N. He blew another hole in the multiverse! And that little...nerd and Doctor Strange fixed it. Not me! I'm just there to clean up stuff they don't know about so their lives can continue on, all happy and perfect!"
We all stay silent. Hobie lets out a low whistle, and Lyla appears on my shoulder. "I think he's projecting again," she whispers in my ear.
Miguel gestures for me to come over, once his platform has hit the ground, and I sigh, walking over.
"Can you just-just take my side on this? You've seen what these things can do," he murmurs lowly.
"Frankly, I think you should go lighter on him. He hasn't been here for more than 10 minutes, this is all very new. Quit yelling!"
"Uh-oh, mommy and daddy are fighting!" We hear a different, slightly older voice calling.
Hobie calls out. "Oh boy! Humbling reality Spider-Man has arrived!"
Miguel's whole body tenses, and his eyes shut with annoyance and anger. I turn to the door, and in walks Peter B. Parker. The man who practically trained Miles, and the man who thinks he's Miguel's best friend.
He walks in wearing a pink robe over his spider suit, and a baby carrier, but, no baby. He chuckles, a warm smile on his face. "Besides, Y/N's right, don't be so hard on the kid. He had a terrible teacher! He had no chance!"
"Peter!" Miles bounds over to him, giving him a big hug. Peter chuckles, patting his head. "Hey, kid! Don't mind my friend Miguel here, he looks scary but he's got no bite!"
Miguel growls, turning his back towards everyone, mumbling some curses, followed by Peter's name. Peter then makes eye contact with me. "Y/N! You're getting so big!" Miguel turns his head around sharply, his eyes glowing and his fangs baring with rage at his comment.
He winces immediatley. "Forget I said that."
Miles begins to ask him a string of questions, but his eyes travel down to the baby carrier. "Wait-what's is that? You have a baby!" He asks, pointing to it. Peter pats the carrier proudly.
"I have a baby!" He exclaims, mimicking Miles' excitement. At that perfect moment, Mayday crawls down from the ceiling, cooing. I get happy instantly, and she sees me, and squeals. She begins crawling on the walls, cooing and talking to herself in a string of babbles as I wave towards her, beckoning her over.
"Kid's an anarchist," Hobie mutters to himself. I frown at him, but I can't help but feel a bit of amusement at this.
"Don't forget to keep your daypass on, honey!" He calls out. He chuckles, and he begins to climb up the wall too, calling out to his child. Miguel shakes his head, letting his head rest in his hand, muttering "no puedo más," in a low, stressed voice. I put a hand on his back.
"Sólo aligerar (just lighten up), it's a baby, amor."
"¡No voy a entrar en esto ahora mismo! (I am not getting into this right now!)" He hisses, I hold my hands next to my head, signalling fake surrender, and turn back to father and daughter.
Peter laughs, reaching out for Mayday, but she swings away with her own webshooters. She swings next to me, landing on one of the consoles, and I pick her up, nuzzling my nose against hers.
"I knew I was gonna regret making her that webshooter, I shouldn't have done it, that's an actual mistake." Peter hops down, watching me as I play with Mayday. She reaches out to Miguel, and I put her on his shoulder. Besides, I'm not supposed to be carrying anything heavier than 20 pounds. Miguel just stares ahead. Peter perks up again, taking out his phone. "You guys wanna see pictures?"
He runs over to Miles and Gwen, putting his arms around their shoulders.
"Are-are you sure? She's right there..." Gwen trails off when Peter turns on his phone. "This one is the studious one, and-and, oh! The next one you're gonna crack up! Oh-oh, Miguel's gonna die" He laughs. I beam at him. He seems so proud and such a loving father. I put a hand over my pregnant belly.
Peter runs over to Miguel, showing him pictures. "You know I'm trying to hold a serious, adult conversation here," Miguel says quietly as he tries to keep staring ahead. Mayday crawls all over him, sometimes hitting him gently. Peter groans.
"You know, you're the only Spider-Man who isn't funny, we're supposed to be funny!"
"The fate of the multi-verse-"
"You always lose me with that!. You say "the fate of the multiverse," and my brain dies!" He exclaims. Mayday rolls on Miguel's shoulder, sqeualing when she falls. Miguel catches her, holding her like a....football. I roll my eyes. "Será mejor que no seas así cuando tenga a tus hijos (you better not be like this when I have your children)," I say to him. He shakes his head, his eyes wide with shock and offense. "Wha-I-no! I'm just not the biggest fan of the Parkers! Sabes que puedo ser muy amoroso cuando él no está aquí para molestarme, ¿verdad, mi amor? (you do know I can be very loving when he isn't here to annoy me, right my love?)" He says through gritted teeth, trying to keep his voice to a level so that only I could hear it. I put my hands on my hips, giving him a 'then show it,' look. Peter puts his hand over his heart in mock offense.
"Wow, you truly hurt me. And Mayday. You want a baby's feelings being hurt on your conscience?" He stops, and sniffs the air, then looks at Mayday. "You smell that guys? Mayday took a crap. She's a Parker!" He calls out, taking her from Miguel and walking towards where he came in. "That's what hapens when a Parker eats an avocado..."
Miguel sighs, walking over to me and putting his forehead on the top of my head defeatedly, shutting his eyes. He's exhausted, I know that, and our height difference allows us some very interesting advantages. I reach around his neck and pat his head like a little kid as I watch Hobie pick Mayday up, saluting her.
Miguel straightens again, stepping away from me. He addresses Miles again, this timecalmer, but he's still annoyed. With everyone around him. Well, not me. I smirk. He could never be too annoyed with me.
"Miles," he begins, putting his hands on his hips. "You disrupted a canon event.
"Canon event?" Miles asks, but before Miguel can explain, Peter B. pops up again, a full spider web now formed as Mayday crawls and bounces on it.
"The kid wasn't thinking. That's not how he works!"
"That's insulting."
Miles takes a few steps to the right, looking at the ground thinking. "Wait," he looks bakc up at Miguel. Miguel raises his eyebrows, waiting for him to continue. "What are you upset about, I saved those people!"
Miguel fully steps off his platform. I give him a look, silently shushing him.
I take a step towards Miles, putting a hand on his shoulder, looking at him. "That, unfortunatley, is the problem here," I sigh, looking at him, implying an apology with my tone. Confusion is etched onto his face, and I can't blame him.
"Lyla," Miguel calls out. The hologram appears. "Do the thing."
"The thing?" I ask. Lyla smirks. "What thing?" She continues for me.
"What do you mean, what thing? The information explain-y thing!"
I scoff, taking my hand off of Miles' shoulder. "You're sounding like a mob boss, sweetie. We're not that kind of powerful," I tease, poking him in the side. Lyla laughs, but pulls up the vast, complicated web of canon events, similarities, and differences of all the Spider-People.
"Woah."
Miles steps forward, turning in a circle around himself, oogling at the intricate design.
"What's this?" He breathes out.
"This, is everything."
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Tongues and Teeth (STP)
(This is my first attempt at a Slay the Princess piece because I've been obsessed with it for the last few months.I apologize if it's really bad,or if the characters appear OOC because I haven't watched the gameplay in awhile-I'm trying not to spoil too much for myself because I'm planning on getting the game.Anyways!Enjoy!)
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Paranoid opened his eyes,chest burning and nerves going haywire,and that was when he realised two things.
One:He had his own body.
Two:He wasn't breathing.
Instantly,he began sucking in as much air as he could,as if he was suddenly going to run out of oxygen at any moment.He couldn't help it though-he wasn't used to keeping himself-Paranoid-alive, he was always good at keeping Him alive,the Decider.
But the Decider had left them.He had left them all for the Princess.
Paranoid bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut, wrapping his wings around him in an attempt to block out all his surroundings,at the daunting woods and that dreaded path.
Too much.Everything was already too much-
"Finally awake,Jitters?"
Paranoid froze,fear pinning him to the ground,and he could feel his own heartbeat pounding in his chest now,and then he realised that he wasn't in charge of only breathing anymore-he was in charge of his whole body,and he needed to move.
He scrambled to his feet,head dizzy at all the sensations overwhelming him,and he spun around until he saw the person speaking to him.
It was one of them,one of the pieces of the Decider. He was leaning against a tree with his arms crossed,wings splayed out wide,casting him in a dark shadow.Paranoid didn't know which one it was-they had never been bodies before,they had just been voices.
But then the-voice?-started walking towards him,a swagger in his steps,and a familiar smirk on his face that Paranoid knew,that he was certain to be the embodiment of an-
"Opportunist,"he said in low tone,taking a step back,even as the other bird just smiled and gave him a mock bow."Hello to you too,Mr.Paranoia.I was wondering when you would wake up."
"Why?"he demanded,becoming unnerved with how large the other's wings are,even when he was a few inches shorter than Paranoid."So that we can find the others-what else is there to do?"Opportunist replied,and that was when Paranoid remembered the situation at hand.
The Decider was gone.The Princess was gone.It's just them now.
He managed to push the panic away long enough to ask,"You haven't seen the others?"Opportunist shook his head,not a feather coming out of place at the action."Nope.I woke up not too long ago,and then I found you.I was waiting for you to wake up."
"Why?"Paranoid repeated,now wrapping his wings around him for comfort.Opportunist looked surprised for a moment,before motioning towards the path with a wing as he said,"Well,surely the two of working together will be better,yes?"
Yes,but this was Opportunist-the backstabber,the one who was loyal to no one but himself,the one that Paranoid could never trust.He had to have some ulterior motive.
"I don't trust you,"Paranoid hissed,crossing his arms,feeling the tips of his claws digging into his arms.What a weird feeling.The cold one must be having a field day with all these new sensations.
Opportunist didn't seem that offended,putting his arms behind his back-what was he hiding- as he said,"Why not?I'm just as worried about the others as you are.Don't you want to find them?"
"Of course I do!"Paranoid snapped,wings and arms snapping out in anger,taking a step forward,and Opportunist didn't even flinch at the sudden movement,only giving him an encouraging smile.
"Right,so the best thing to do is work together-"
"But what I don't get is why you care about the others."
There had to be a reason.Maybe Opportunist had spotted a danger or a Princess up ahead on the path,and was leading Paranoid to use as bait.That made sense.Opportunist just needed him for something,and it was bound to be awful-he was certain it would be.
In his spiral,he almost missed the nervous crack in the other's smile,but he still gave Paranoid a friendly look as he asked,"Why wouldn't I care about our feathery friends?Who knows what they're dealing with right now-"
"Oh piss off with that!"Frustration and fear were twisting in his chest now,and all he could think to do was lash out."We both know that you don't care about anybody other than yourself.You didn't even trust Him at times.So I can only assume you have something terrible planned for me,so that you can get your way."
Opportunist spread his arms out and made a show of looking around the forest around them,and then bluntly asked,"Where is this danger that I apparently want to put you in?"
"I don't know,but you can't hide behind Him anymore,and there's nothing tying you down,so why are you still here?"
Paranoid panted,the burn in his chest a familiar one,but his throat aching was new.He's done his chant a million times before,and it's never strained him like this ranting had done.
They stared at each other,the silence tense and only making Paranoid believe that the other was contemplating the best lie to tell,until the other sighed,and his shoulders slumped in a way that let Paranoid know that this talk was at least tiring Opportunist out.At least that much was true.
Then,he finally said,"We don't know what's out there for us.We never got to that part.We never thought about what happens after the cabin.I'm not keen on finding out by myself."
"So?"
"So I'd feel safer with a friend by my side."
"Why me?"
"Well,you're one of the useful ones,Jitters."At Paranoid's surprised look,Opportunist rolled his eyes."What?You think I would be putting in this much effort for Mr.Lovey Dovey or that sad sack of feathers?No.I trust you to have my back.You're the automatic nervous system,after all."
Paranoid wasn't sure that Opportunist trusted anything,but he forced himself not to point that out.He still wasn't convinced,but at least he was telling him something,and that was enough for his wings to lower to the ground.
He took a moment to look at the woods around them,and a shiver went up his spine.All the different paths and choices and mistakes were made along this path,and the thought of making a decision for himself,was enough for his breathing to pick up dangerously.
But then there was Opportunist,moving to step closer to him,and he wasn't sure if the action was meant to be comforting or not,but his tone was soft as he said,"We're not just voices anymore. We have to make our own choices now,and we have to work together."
Damn it,he was right.Paranoid couldn't traverse these woods by himself,and they both knew it.But the thought of agreeing with a backstabber left a bitter taste in his mouth,and he looked Opportunist up and down warily and said,"So you think we could make a good team?Why not the stubborn one or the Hunted?Surely they'd be better protection."
Opportunist shrugged,making a noise of indifference,not entirely disagreeing."They're good, but they don't think the way you do,they don't worry about the same things as you do."
"I'm also the voice that doesn't trust easily," Paranoid pointed out,one hand preening the feathers at his chest,as a feeble way to protect his heart.Then,he clarified,"I still don't exactly trust you."
"You don't have to trust me,Jitters.You just have to work with me."
"I'm sorry,but I fail to see how we could be anything but disastrous."
"Think about it,"and then Paranoid couldn't move away fast enough as Opportunist draped both an arm and a wing over his shoulders,forcing his body to freeze and tense up.He couldn't help but notice that his own feathers looked thin,frail and utterly dead when compared to Opportunist's fluffy and vibrant ones.
"Being aware of the dangers around us and still doing what's going to get us to our goal-we'd be great together."Paranoid just hummed in response, too busy being alert for any tricks his companion may pull on him.
"Yes,but you could say that about any of the others, too. We all have a different goal that we think is the correct one.There was a lot of arguing."Paranoid was getting a headache just remembering the tiring debates he would have with the others-some who would constantly want to throw themselves into danger,or would be inclined to trust the Princess.
But as annoying as they were,Paranoid still missed them,a pang of longing in his heart that made his breath hitch.He wasn't used to being alone. Beforehand,no matter what the Decider did,all the voices were together,until the very end,even up to that mirror.
But now Paranoid was all alone,and he was hating every second of it.
"Doing everything you can to get out of a bad situation,doesn't sound too awful,now does it?"
But he wasn't alone,and even though Opportunist was nothing more than a selfish traitor,he was still a fragment of Him,and he was all that Paranoid had left now.
"Okay,"he softly said,and then he felt Opportunist stiffen,before backing away and quietly going, "Really?"
But it was the surprise on the other's face,that had Paranoid being alert all over again."Yes,I think you're right.Why do you look surprised?"
In the blink of an eye,Opportunist was grinning at him again,wings spread out with a certain glint in his eyes,as if the surprise had never been there in the first place.He chuckled,but Paranoid caught the sound of anxiety at the edges of it.
"I'm just happy,Jitters.Usually Hero is the only one you actually listen to."
Oh,Hero.The thought of their sweet and kind leader made another ache stab at his heart.He listens to him because Hero was one of the only ones he actually felt safe around.
"Well,we're going to find him soon enough,aren't we?That's why we're teaming up."
Opportunist nodded,his face so bright that it almost looked fake,but it probably was."Yes,yes,of course.Whatever you think is right,I'll do."
But he was the voice of the Paranoid for a reason, and he suddenly didn't like the way Opportunist was talking.He gave the other a suspicious look,wings tucked in as he said,"That-is what you want,right?Opportunist,tell me that's what you want."
Because that was the other thing about Opportunist-he simply sided with the majority, discarding his own beliefs in the favor of being on the winning side.He'd say anything if it kept him in the others good graces,so that it would be easier to achieve what he actually wanted.
But Paranoid was the only one here,and Opportunist had only told him why he wanted Paranoid-for safety,and knew that finding the others was what he wanted,but he had never stated what Opportunist wanted.
"What do you want,Opportunist?"
"I thought we were in agreement that-"
"Finding the others doesn't benefit you,so what's your big plan for me?"
"Jitters,I'm not going to hurt you-"
"I don't believe you!"
"I'm just as worried as you-"
Paranoid had had enough."Oppy,can you just put the mask down for five fucking seconds and be honest with me?!"
His scream echoed between the trees and the rocks,as he glared at Opportunist,who just had a look of soft shock on his face.He couldn't look at that.He couldn't feel guilty for a creature of many faces.
He blinked back tears,spinning around to put his back to the other-a bad idea,in hindsight,but he didn't care right now.
There was nothing but heavy silence,and Paranoid half expected claws to be ripping through his neck any second now,but he could never guess what actually happened.
"Is it so hard to believe,"came Opportunist's voice, but what startled him was how small it sounded, and he spun back around,only to blink in surprise at how he literally looked small right now.
His head was lowered,one hand playing with a loose feature between his claws.His wings were pinned against his back,and like this,Paranoid could really tell how different they were in sizes.But he swore that Opportunist hadn't been that tiny-but that was when it dawned on him.
The wings were the only big thing about him.
"-that I actually liked being part of a flock?"
For a split second,Paranoid saw it all then.The paralyzing fear in Opportunist's eyes,the same that he felt every day.Not just in this moment,but in general.Opportunist was afraid,the same as all the others.
Paranoid understood why he did what he did,why he lied and backstabbed-safety.It was why all of them did what they did-to keep Him safe,even from Himself.Fear will make you do anything to protect the people you love.
This was as honest as Opportunist was going to be, that he was allowing himself to be,all for Paranoid to trust him.This was his olive branch.
Paranoid didn't like it,but he could understand it, and maybe that was enough right now.
So he took a deep breath,and stuck his hand out. Opportunist just stared at his hand in surprise,as if this wasn't real.Paranoid rolled his eyes and said, "I'm sorry for yelling.Let's work together,and find the rest of our flock."
Opportunist stared at him for a moment,and he could see a shine in his eyes,and he wasn't entirely sure what that meant,before the other grinned and enthusiastically shook his hand."Oh Jitters,you can be a real sweetheart when you want to be!I assure you,with the two of us working together,we'll be unstoppable."
Before Paranoid could retort,Opportunist quickly yanked him forward,linking their arms and draping his wing back over his shoulders-essentially binding him to this decision now.But surprisingly enough,he felt okay about this.Not safe,but okay.
"Why do you call me Jitters?I have a name,you know."
"Yeah,but Jitters sounds nicer than Paranoid.You can give me a nickname if you want."
"Oh yeah?Like what?"
"...I-I actually liked Oppy.It's kinda cute."
"Oppy it is,then."
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BREATHLESS
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[ KINK ] Breathplay
[ MEANING ] A type of BDSM activity that involves restricting someone’s breathing
[ AU ] College
[ PAIRING ] Student!Satoru x Student!Fem!Reader
[ WARNINGS ] Breathplay 𖹭 Choking Kink 𖹭 Rough Sex 𖹭 Masturbation 𖹭 Thigh Slapping 𖹭 Rough Play 𖹭 Nonverbal Safe Word Usage 𖹭
[ A/N ] I apologize if this is bad cause I'm new to writing kinks like this but I promise to get better. Not to mention how long it took me cause I kept getting distracted.
Today, you decided to go to your boyfriend's dorm unannounced since you had nothing better to do and wanted to surprise him. To prepare for this sudden occasion, you wanted to wear something that was also surprising. Which was a pink and white crop top that had a heart cut out showing your chest with a short skirt to match the top.
Underneath it was a lacey light pink bra and a thong. These matching sets were on sale at your favorite clothing brand, and you were itching to buy them. Their fabric was also very comfortable, which was something you loved about this brand.
You put on a jacket to hide your outfit because you didn't want anyone else to see it and grabbed your bag, including keys, before leaving your dorm.
A few minutes later, you arrived at your boyfriend's already taking out the extra key he gave you. After stepping inside, then silently closing the door behind you, you tiptoe to the counter to put your stuff down, taking off your jacket to sit it down on the counter.
You make your way to the small living room where you see the white-haired male on the couch. From your perspective, he was watching TV until you got close enough to see his arm moving at a steady pace as his head laid back.
You heard his heavy breathing while mumbling things under his breath. Using your ears, you could have sworn you heard him say your name a couple of times. As you got closer to the point you were standing right behind him, your suspicions were right.
There your boyfriend was on the couch manspreading with his dick in his hand, gripping the base. He was stroking it at a slow pace while his phone was in his other hand. To your surprise, he was looking at pictures of you.
Catching him in the act gave you butterflies in your stomach. Clenching your thighs together, you couldn't wrap your head around the fact he was masturbating to your photos while calling out your name.
Your hands unconsciously make their way under your short skirt to circle your clothed clit. Hearing your breath get heavier didn't go unnoticed by the man in front of you. He turned his head in your direction to meet your gaze.
You see him instantly relax when he realizes that it's only you, "Sorry for coming—" You tried to apologize but got cut off, "C'mere." He motioned his finger.
Doing what he said, you walked around the couch to stand in front of him already noticing his dick was back in his pants. His azure eyes made contact with your (e/c) ones before going lower. When he saw your getup, a smirk tugged at his lips.
"So you decided to walk over here dressed like a slut, huh?" He questioned.
You were taken aback but still answered, "Of course not! I covered myself before coming here so only you can see it."
"Awe how sweet." He spoke in adoration reaching his hand out to pull you on his lap.
His hands barely lift the skirt to fully see your panties, "You're pussy looks even cuter in these." He added, sliding them to the side to touch your puffy clit.
Circling his fingers around your bundle of nerves made your body head up. Low moans slipped past your lips as he carefully moved, "How you feelin' baby?" Satoru abruptly asked, wondering if you were aroused.
"I want you to touch me more." You truthfully said earning a smirk from the white-haired male, "Perfect cause we're trying somethin' new!"
Hearing this made you feel nervous. Almost every time you both had sex there was a new kink added to it. Satoru never wanted boring basic sex so he'd find new kinks to try for you both enjoyment.
Contemplating what the new kink could be you decided to ask, "What is it?"
"Breathplay." He answered earning a look of confusion from you.
You were now starting to wonder where he kept finding these kinks from. Fortunately for you, you had heard about Breathplay on your Twitter feed and chose to research it. Knowing your boyfriend, you knew he'd come across it one day which meant you had to prepare for when the time came.
"Satoru you know how dangerous that is?" You questioned the guy who seemed to know nothing about it.
"Don't worry princess I've already done my research on it. I wouldn't want to accidentally kill you." He assured you before putting his finger on his chin to seem like he was thinking, "All we need now is a nonverbal safe word."
"Hmm..." You were in your thoughts, trying to think of a good one until you looked at the couch, "What if I knock on the couch three times?" You did what you said trying to see if it was loud enough.
It wasn't too loud and knowing how much of a moaning mess you could be Satoru had a new idea, "Or you could lift your hand and snap your fingers. It shouldn't be that hard."
Hesitant about doing this you agree with him, "But if I don't like it we're never doing it again." You warned him.
"Alright, I don't mind." He agreed with you before getting you off him.
When he got off the couch as well you instantly got back on, getting into position. Your back and head were on the couch cushion with one leg on top of it. The other leg was dangling off the couch until Satoru put himself in between to put it on his shoulder.
"You look so beautiful in this position my pretty slut." He complimented how you appeared beneath him as the same adoration filled his voice once more.
Taking off your clothes to only leave you in your panties, he soaked up the view, "I did love how these looked on you... too bad we have to rip them." He boldly claimed, grabbing a hold of your panties to rip them off in one swift move.
Looking at the torn fabric in his hand your gaze went straight to him, "Satoru! Do you know how much I paid for those?!" You yelled at him for ripping the underwear you paid good money for.
You thought he was ripping your panties on purpose because this wasn't the first time he's done it then paying for it after.
"Don't worry, princess, I'm rich so I'll buy you a new pair." He nonchalantly started to pepper wet kisses on your neck.
The attack on your sensitive neck mixed with the anticipation of getting filled up by Satoru's cock gave you chills. He then stopped to put two fingers in his mouth coating them with saliva before inserting them into your needy hole.
"Just gotta loosen you up a bit." He announced curling his fingers to hit your sweet spot.
His fingers worked in and out of your wet cunt making squelching noises that could only be heard between you. As his digits were feeling around your gummy walls, he used his free hand to unbutton his pants. He pulled them far down to let his hardness free that leaked with precum. It was standing blushing an angry red indicating he was hard again.
After he was done prepping you, his fingers left your hole, earning a whine from the loss of pleasure. Not long after you felt a palm smack the side of your thigh. Wincing from the pain it was soon soothed by the same hand rubbing the stinging sensation.
"Be patient, princess." He demanded before aligning his cock to your entrance to slip it in with ease.
You both gasp at the feeling as he starts moving at a compatible speed, "You ready baby?" He asked, waiting for you.
"R-Ready!" You shuttered, giving him the green light to wrap his hands around your neck. He didn't waste any time in bucking his hips into you at a fast pace. He then squeezes your throat to cut off your air supply. Satoru didn't want to go in straight away so he would grasp your neck for a moment before releasing his hand.
From the friction, your back arched, losing your train of thought in the midst of it. You were now rocking faster as the tears ran from the corners of your eyes. You let out cries of pleasure, which was music to Satoru's ears.
"Satoru–fuck! Feels s' good!" You unwillingly put your head back from these euphoric sensations he was giving you.
Now amped to go further, he gripped onto your neck completely restricting your airflow. Even though this made breathing difficult you soon started to feel the blissful sensations kicking in.
Letting out disoriented moans from the lack of breath, you could feel yourself getting light-headed. But you didn't think much of it since the pain quickly turned into pleasure. This action sent tingles throughout your body, sensing that knot in your stomach.
"C-c-cumming!" You stuttered trying to say the words.
"Cum for me princess." He said pushing himself deep inside your pussy.
Feeling you clenching down on his cock, he watched how you creamed around him. Leaving a cloudy white ring around the base that dripped to his balls, it sent him into a frenzy. This made him want more of you, to feel your warm juices leak on his dick once more.
Groaning from the feeling of your gummy walls clenching on his dick for dear life, his mind was cloudy. His grip intensified to the point you were seeing stars. You were already on cloud nine yet this made you go even higher.
Searching for his orgasm next, his thrusts turned animalistic. Lewd-chopped moans, grunts, and his balls slapping against your pussy filled the air. When you felt like you were about to pass out from this feeling you'd tap Gojos hand as a warning.
The action caused him to release his grip to allow you to breathe back in after losing a certain amount of oxygen. Once you were finally able to breathe it felt like a high causing your orgasms to intensify. Which was the best sensation you've ever felt though it was dangerous.
Restricting your breathing again, you felt him continue to pound into you. His head leaned back biting on his lower lip to deny any sounds that tried to escape. Satoru was completely over the moon thinking your body was his heaven.
Your sight began to get disorientated as different parts of your body felt numb showing a clear sign of oxygen deprivation. Although you were concerned, you still wanted to carry on worrying about Satoru's orgasm. But it didn't last long when you felt yourself almost having tunnel vision.
Trying your best to lift your hand, you attempt to snap your fingers. Noticing this, Satoru quickly stopped everything that he was doing. Pulling out, you sat up to properly catch your breath.
"You okay?" Satoru expression turned worried as he looked at you.
"Mhm." You finally said after a few more deep breaths.
"You wanna stop now?" He questioned causing you to think over it, "You couldn't cum yet so nah." You replied in a groggy tone, feeling your throat tighten up.
"That's the least of my problems plus do you hear yourself? You literally sound like you just woke up." He stated pointing out your change of voice.
"Yeah, I think we should stop." You rubbed your aching throat.
"Don't worry I'll take care of you! And I know the perfect remedy to help." Satoru playfully said before suddenly kissing over your throat causing you to laugh.
"Okay, okay!" You try to push him off making him get off the couch to pick you up, taking you to his bedroom to cuddle and watch movies.
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