#less than 2 weeks left n i feel like i need to play the games i want to play

[lamatisse]

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[anothermansjeans]

Read Your Mind

aaron hotchner x fem!reader

a/n: hello babes! i had originally posted this on patreon but wanted to share it with tumblr as well (ik i said it’d take like 2 weeks but here she is)! i’ll be writing the smut scenes to this fic and those will be patreon exclusives so if you wanna become a member it’s in my bio :)

wc: 1.1k

cw: implied sex, dry humping mention ?? i think that’s it!

inspiration: read your mind by sabrina carpenter

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To say Y/N was frustrated would be an understatement. The constant mixed signals she has received from Aaron would make whiplash seem less painful, and she wasn’t being over dramatic.

When she first developed what was once a small crush— and is now almost what she thought was love— for her boss, she wouldn’t have ever thought he’d have even an ounce of any sort of romantic feelings for her, but after a drunken night out with the team and coming to the realization that they lived not even two buildings away from one another, confessions and heavy petting were exchanged. The next morning after mutual hungover groans were exchanged throughout the bullpen, Hotch called her into his office and made it very clear that lines were crossed… but also stated he had enjoyed himself. The confusion had begun there. Knowing he wasn’t typically one for physical contact, the feeling of him placing his hand onto her hand that rested on top of his desk sent a shock through her system. She enjoyed it, she really enjoyed it, but within thirty seconds of that contact he had also said how he needed her to get back to her desk— he needed to be alone to work.

Y/N brushed it off after that. Nothing was going to happen— Aaron liked what they did, but clearly didn’t want to pursue anything. That was understandable, and it would’ve stayed understandable if he kept up with the professionalism. Lack of said professionalism happened during a case in New York. Everyone had to share a room with someone except for one, and when it came down to pairing off Emily and JJ went off with each other, Derek and Spencer assumed they’d be the second pair, and Rossi claimed the solo room for himself. That left Y/N and Hotch with each other. It was very awkward for the first hour, but they slowly warmed up to each other again.

If anyone told Y/N that she would be having sex with Aaron that night she would’ve laughed in their face, and if anyone told her that they’d wake up in each other’s arms and bask in the warmth, she would’ve sent them to a mental institution. But it happened. After one too many glances they inevitably gave in, and that morning was a lot less awkward than the morning after their drunken dry humping.

But the cycle with Hotch continued after that. They’d share secret kisses, he’d tell her very sternly to get to work. They would spend the night with each other, he’d say they shouldn’t see each other for a while just to call her in the next night or two. At this point, she figured he was lonely but didn’t want to commit. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could play this game with him, and she would continue to mull it over in the early hours at the office before anyone else was there, stirring her coffee in the kitchenette until she felt a strong pair of hands touch her waist.

“I miss you.”

His voice was raspy, like he woke up not too long ago and just came in. She knew his statement was referring to the small break in seeing each other he had suggested, and the thought of it made her upset, causing her to place her coffee on the counter and turn around, crossing her arms.

“I can’t read your mind.” Her statement caused him to lift an eyebrow, forcing her to elaborate. “I’m a profiler, and for the love of God I cannot read what the hell is going on in your mind. You say that we need to stop and then you call me whenever you deem it’s a good time. You know we’re crossing a line here, make that very clear, but still see me in a romantic setting. I can't read your mind.”

His hands had dropped from her waist, and he took a step back. “There’s nothing to read here, Y/N. I thought we were together.”

She scoffed, causing him to wince, “then why the fuss, Aaron? Why are you saying things but doing the opposite? Why the mixed signals?” She waited a minute, staring back at him, waiting for him to say something, but when he didn’t, she grabbed her coffee and started to take off.

“Wait.” He hooked his hand around her elbow, causing her to turn back to him. “You’re right. I’ve screwed up. I don’t know what I’m doing half of the time— I don’t typically date, but Y/N, I’m not lying when I say that there is no one else I would want to be experiencing this with. I was actually hoping that you’re it for me.”

A small part of her wanted to laugh in his face. After countless days trying to read what the hell was going on in his mind, this wasn’t even on the forefront of the mental list she compiled. The biggest part of her wanted to believe him. She really did, but she had nothing to go on. “I need you to prove it, Aaron. I feel like I’m clueless here and I just—”

He swiftly cut her off by tugging her towards him and smashing their lips together. This kiss was a lot different than the secret or drunken ones they’ve shared. It felt like the real deal for Y/N, and she could’ve stayed there forever if it wasn’t for the small crash as well as the exclaimed “oh!” they heard.

Breaking apart, they turned their heads to see a very frazzled Penelope standing there with her hands in a surrendering position, lips in an “oh” shape, and a broken mug on the floor. No one spoke immediately, but once everyone was fully aware of the situation at hand, Penelope went down to the floor and started scooping up the broken pieces. “I am so sorry sir… and Y/N! I’m uh— I‘ll just—”

“It’s okay, Garcia,” Hotch’s voice was gruff, “I’ll clean it up. Just get ready for the briefing.”

She had slowly gotten up and wiped her hands across her dress. “Yes, sir,” she spoke quietly, but once she turned around and scurried away Y/N could hear a quiet “I am so telling Derek I was right.”

Surprisingly, it wasn’t awkward afterwards as they both pitched in to clean the broken glass. Their slightly heated faces and hidden smiles were enough for them to both understand what the other was thinking— this thing between them was real, and they had to practice avoiding the rest of the team for anything other than case related things.

[neolynne]

Pit Babe episode 2 rewatch/live commentary (part 1)

Still no pic...bad tumblr, bad 🥺

Get off of my screen with your smug face and beautiful hair !!!

Get him random reporter !

100 millions, you know, just some pocket money😑

Thank you Way (i guess) for confirming that the mafia is lurking somewhere in the back ground

"gnah gnah gnah he's your Daddy" well guess what Way, he's also yours............f*ck off (i have nothing intelligent to add)

Oh but i'm pretty sure he has a very clear idea off something else being penetrated...now am i talking about Way or Tony ? (both)

How old was Kenta when he became Tony guard dog ? Was it before or after Pete left ?

Kenta and more specificly his face broke me during this scene. The disbelief on his face after the fist slap, you just know that he never ever thought that Tony would use physical violence with Babe, THE golden child.

I aslo think that this exact moment made Kenta very aware of the fact he would/could never escape Tony's violence.

Everyone need an Alan in their life, especially Babe...and Jeff....and Charlie...basiclly anyone adopted by Tony

The tragic irony of Babe saying that he will not let Tony control him to Way literally mindcontrolling him 20 second later

(Side note n°? : this is when i trully perceived Way for what he is.....guess i have to thank Lhong for teaching me about VERY BAD friend)

Babe is pissed !

At this point why even wear that tank top hmm?

Back hug!!! Charlie = physical affection

JEFF!!! with his pink milkshake.....i love him so much

Kenta look so relaxed in this scene and almost proud of his work....can someone (Pete) hire him as an actual assistant/secretary, pretty please,

Now, what the reason behind Tony choosing Kim, what makes him so interresting ? (except the fact that he is really pretty?!) And i'm pretty sure Benz is not 1.80m

Okay, now let's talk about Babe house. More specifically how open it is. And how it's "perfect" for Babe, someone who spend his formative years somewhere more akin to a prison than a house. Who probably lived his fist few year of freedom in small (and more likely shitty) appartement, before having the money to by this specific house.

And i wonder if the holes in the walls were there before he brought it or if he destroyed those walls himself, so that nothing could stand between him and the front door?

As for the car in the living room, coupled with the entire collection of mini cars on display, it almost look like a little boys dream house (plus the Game Console and toys)

And the fact that Babe put himself right in front of the front door while waiting for Charlie to come back😭(not thinking about child!Babe waiting by the door in Tony's mansion for his father to come back....)

What salary are you talking about Babe ?

It's been less than a week and Charlie already caught on Babe's bullsh*t

Aww they're playing together

Is Pooh the best actor in the series? No. But one thing that he does extremelly well is using his eyes to convey a lot of his feeling (and his thoughts).

The way he keep cradling the back of Babe's head during their conversation.

At first i had a hard time figuring what Babe was feeling during this scene, but my guess -> annoyance ->a spark of fear after being overpowered mixed with arousal -> Charlie catching up on that "are you sure that you want me to let you go"-> Babe realising that he doen'st want Charlie to let him go -> giving in with "that* look on his face

oh look, screenshot are back !!!!

i never noticed the f*cking stikers on the microwave 😂

(never mind, no more screenshot 😭 why tumblr!!!!)

More NorthSonicDean doing mecanic stuff, with Way supervising and giving instruction (oh my, i'm being nice toward him)🔥🔥🔥

Once again, Sonic wear red and North Blue

Hiii Dean, you're still very cute 🥰

If anyone wonder, i got my idea for the WinnerDean "rivals on social media" AU from the comment about the Red racing team (let's be honest it's Winner) leaving bad comments under the X-hunter post

ooooouuuuuhhhh, i wonder who that boy is ????

to anyone who was doubting Jeff because he's wearing the red bag, i kindly ask you to watch Sonic outfit reeeaally closely

Dean being next to the car to teleporting in front of the blue pillar to being next to the car again ! (all the while looking really tiny)

North and Sonic being on each side of Alan like two little devil on his shoulders

Yeah okay, Way is making a good point

And that it for part 1 (which is already way to long and will be even longer once i will be able to add the sceenshot and gif)

I'm horribly late ? yes, but i will try to catch up, because even if life is shit right now, doing this makes me really happy. Also i currently working on the prompt fic 😝

And if anyone wants to add something about one of my theorie/though, fell free to do so by comment and tags or by sending an "ask" 🤗

[spaghettinoodlesworld]

The English Love Deception Pt3

“I’ll make you fucking obsessed y/n watch me cause I just started”

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Jude Bellingham X Reader ft Trent Alexander Arnold

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: swearing and sexual tension

“Shhh, unless you want people downstairs to see you like this with me.”

“Like this like what?”

“You want me to describe to you how this looks well you a young woman pressed to the wall in a short black dress with a jacket thats barely hanging to your body now,” he looked down at your chest, “breathing shallowly” his eyes went back up to your face and said, “face flushed and pupils dilated and then there is me”

“Yea and then there is you a complete disappointment to the whole story”

He laughed he actually laughed in your face this mf thinks he’s fine enough to act like that.

“If that’s so then what are you doing at the house of a disappointment”

“Most definitely not for you”

“Well then tell me one name you’d rather have with you instead of me right now and I’ll be the judge”

You opened your mouth to automatically say a name but closed your mouth again. This is embarrassing you almost said Trent’s name.

“ thought so..so listen you and me next week Hannah’s wedding you heard it all didn’t you?”

“why don’t you take your girlfriend though? I mean the girl said you have one”

It was his turn to remain silent. You understood that that the girlfriend story was a weak attempt to save his ego but you won’t be the one feeding his.

“how can I take anybody when I can take you.”

“You mean to say that you lied about having a girlfriend and now you’re asking me for a favour because you desperately need me as your plus one?” You corrected him

“I wouldn’t word it that way cause I don’t ‘desperately’ need you. I just randomly thought of the idea but for the sake of your fantasies at night yes I desperately need you.”

Keeping up a conversation with this man is semi-impossible unless you wanna lose a lot of your brain cells.

The only successful way to deal with such people as him Is to ignore them completely.

“What’s in it for me though?” Of course you’re gaining so much from the deal you yourself are getting a plus one who’s actually Trent’s friend but of course you won’t say so. The less he knows the better off you are.

“You really are the type of person who only replies to with one message when your friend spams you with messages, aren’t you?”

“and with your current performance I don’t think you’ll get to find out.” Slayyyyy

“You get to keep the jacket and since I’m feeling a little more generous today I’ll let you decide what else you want in return.”

If you leave this house dating Jude your girls will smack you slice you smash you put you in a blender and make smoothie out of you. You need to make a very good deal at least.

“I need a job.”

“Do you think I’m LinkedIn by any chance?” he said not taking you seriously his eyes wandering around the house and said, “last time I checked this isn’t JobCentre Plus”

“Get me a job you have a deal no job no deal”

“Okay okayy I’ll see what I’ll be able to do about that. So deal?” He said raising his hand for a shake. You hummed a little as a response completely ignoring his hand and slightly pushing him away to go for the stairs only to find him pulling you from the back by your jacket’s pocket.

You spun around and your heels almost said bye bitch so by instinct your hands moved to clutch anything nearby. And what other than his shirt would be a better idea? You looked at him to give him a piece of your mind and instantly regretted even looking upwards. This man will break your neck one day.

“As much as I’m into your bratty behaviour, I’m your lover right now and I’d like you to act like it hmm?”

“Newton’s 3rd law For every action there is an equal but opposite reaction. Fix that attitude of yours I’ll give you what you want.”

He didn’t reply and slightly pushed you aside and left for the stairs. Two can play this game and you won’t accept defeat.

“Girl where have yOU been?” Bunny said worriedly the moment you went back to the backyard.

“It’s a long story I’ll tell you all about it later. Where’s MJ?” You look around searching for her

“They’re going to play a cards game. I was about to come and search for you do you wanna play?”

“Yea yea lets go”

You said your hi’s and sat next to your girls waiting for the game to start

“I’ll act as if I haven’t noticed with whom you were missing the whole night,” MJ said softly pinching your thigh.

“I swear I’ll tell y’all everything I swear.” you looked at the people who are playing only to lock eyes with Jude who was already looking at you. He tilted his head to the side before winking at you. He certainly has a switch from quirky to flirty.

“Am I the only one who saw that?” Bunny questioned.

“Yea someone better prepare to be steak tonight” you continued scanning the crowd only for your eyes to drop at Trent who has Hannah wrapped next to him. She was too busy acting pretty and counting his arm muscles to even notice your existence. You secretly wished it would stay that way.

“So guys I guess we all know the game right? Pick a card, do what the card says or drink. Pretty simple” said a pretty boy with eyebrow slits.

“He is fine and super funny I wanna have his babies,” MJ said looking as us for agreement.

“I don’t think that’s what people do when they meet funny people,” Bunny said scanning the young man you guys being extremely obvious the boy looked toward you guys and smiled.

“Told y’all he’s my husband,” MJ said with all seriousness crossing her arms.

“Welcome to the Foden family, Mrs Foden” Bunny jokingly shook hands with MJ

“It’s a pleasure.”

“Guys guys the first card has been withdrawn.” You drew their attention to the game.

“okay okay it says ‘Pick up a random book and read it in the most seductive voice manageable.’ Oh god wait let me warm up ahem.” said the player who pulled the card.

“I’ll get a book give me a sec,” said Jude as he went running to get him a book.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to take mason mount seriously after what I’m gonna hear,” bunny told you. Jude comes back with a green book in hand

“Here you go enlighten us with your knowledge”

“Perhaps..” mason started to approach Foden slowly, “few of us realize that without plants..” he said caressing Foden’s neck with his knuckles.

You couldn’t help but laugh with the others and also feel bad because you can tell everyone is gonna be traumatised tonight.

“all our modern civilization would be swept away and that upon plants has been built all that we have so far accomplished and everything that we may yet become.” Mason continued as he sat on Foden’s lap trying his best to keep his voice as low as possible. It is very hard to tell if he’s acting anymore.

“The overthrow of any king or republic, the wiping out-“

“Oh man stop god stop,” Foden finally cracked, “my name might be Phil but I’m not fucking Philodendron.”

“I guess it’s my turn now I hope I get a normal card,” Trent said getting up to fetch the card from the table.

“What does it say,” Hannah sweetly said. You wanted to poke her eyes out but you won’t cause that would be animal abuse.

“‘Hold hands with the person to your left for the duration of the game. If you or the other person let go at any point, you each have to do 2 shots each.’ My left? That’s you babe.” Trent said going back to his seat holding Hannah’s hand.

“Mate that’s not fun you guys already do that all the time tsk,” Foden said shaking his head.

“I mean I won’t mind doing that for eternity as long as it’s you Trent,” you don’t understand how did she say that without gagging cause what the fuck.

“*cough* cringy bitch *cough*” you couldn’t help but do that but maybe you went a bit too loud.

“hm? Oh y/n is that youu?” Hannah said in her usual whiny voice. Shit now you have to engage with snakes.

“I have been here for a while now,” you laughed awkwardly okay now you wish you would just be sucked by a black hole. Everyone is silently watching the useless chat.

“I would’ve came and hugged you but I’m stuck with Trent,” she said raising their hands in the air to show you how ‘stuck’ she is.

“yeah that’s fine congratulations by the way,” you told her. You wanted so bad to Google “how to stop an unwanted conversation”

“Awww thank you, don’t make the past stop you and start seeing someone girlie we aren’t getting any younger,” okay somebody smack this bitch up.

“The only thing I should be seeing is you out the door bitch” you thought to yourself

“Oh y/n here likes to keep her dating life private even from her best friends you see I’m dying for them to know who’s that famous guy you’re seeing y/n” Bunny said trying to save you some face.

“As a matter of fact Hannah here might know him isn’t that right?” MJ said making matters worse but it was worth it to see that shocked look on Hannah’s face.

“now you’re killing me with curiosity y/nnnn. You don’t know about this, Trent?” The bitch is doing it on purpose.

“As long as he treats you right, you have my support,” Trent says calmly face void of emotion.

“This mf thinks he’s Amazon tech support from the amount of support he’s throwing at you, y/n” MJ whispered and you almost fell off your chair.

You glanced at Jude who was try his best to act as if he doesn’t give a damn about what’s going on.

“Okay let’s continue it’s my turn I’ll pick a card,” said Foden, “‘Hit on someone in the group the way you’d hit on someone in the club’

i haven’t done that in a while I’m super rusty”

Foden slowly approaches MJ and said “hey”

“Yes?” MJ acting nonchalant when we all know she’s going crazy for the eyebrow slits

“I have to admit, you’ve got some killer moves on you. For how long are you planning to stay?” He directly started the act and MJ went along with it.

“If you play your cards right maybe till 3” MJ is clearly stealing the show from Foden.

“Perfect, then I have enough time to figure out how to make a move on you”

MJ seems to forget it’s all an act as the girl when into vibration mood.

“How about I start now?” He said smiling cheekily while lifting the aforementioned eyebrow.

Okay now MJ has passed.

“HAHAHA THAT WAS GOOD” you said clapping trying to move the attention towards you.

“sorry I wasn’t giving it my all,” he said to MJ

“worked on me and I’m not usually easily impressed,” she flirted and a few seconds of exchanged glances took place.

“OKAY Bellingham your turn,” Foden said returning back to his seat.

This better be good cause you really need something to laugh at something that starts with a J and ends with UDE.

“‘Give someone of your choice a leg massage after seductively removing their footwear’ god that’s terrible.” This was super funny to you until you found him approaching your seat.

“Ironic isn’t it?” Jude says dropping to his knees in front of your seat. You reflexively squeezed your thighs together.

“what is?” You have zero idea what’s going on

“I told you I’ll make you fall for me and it’s me who has dropped to his knees for you.” He said reaching for your leg that’s covered with your knee high boots.

“What are you doing,” you whispered to him pushing his hands away from your knees.

“Just follow my lead,” he whispered back. His fingertips touching the back of your knees not only tickling you but tickling your soul. You must control your expressions you guys are literally providing a free show for everyone to watch.

“And you’re sure that little plan of yours will actually work?” He pulled you closer to him by pulling at your chair’s legs.

“no definitely not with those poor acting skills of yours for sure”

He unzips your left boot his fingers running down to calf you are supposed to relax but all you get is goosebumps.

“Your calf muscles are tense loosen up for me” he said light smacking the back of your leg.

“I am relaxed”

“If that’s how you look relaxed how do you look tensed? I’ll go from bottom to the top okay?”

From this moment onwards you have forgotten about everyone Trent Hannah your girls it’s just Jude now.

He started at your ankle and then abruptly stopped and looked at you. Oh, he saw the tattoo you had of Trent’s name. You felt his eyes glooming and the way he just completely ignored the area and wasn’t even touching it as if it would burn him if he did.

“Say something,” he said.

“What do you want me to say,” you told him you noticed that you have been looking everywhere but him. Looking at him gripping your legs focusing on nothing but you, sucked the life out of you. He was rubbing your calf muscles with both hands using long upward strokes not minding the fact that you almost had a stroke.

“Does it feel good?” In normal circumstances that would’ve sounded weird af to you but for some reason you haven’t even noticed yourself humming to him.

“Use your words, y/n” your breath hitched and suddenly your mouth is dry you can’t utter a word. It feels as if you are under his mercy

The higher he gets the better it feels and the rougher the kneading gets.

“Jude,” you couldn’t help but groan, biting your lip to stop it from getting louder.

“I’m sorry I’ll go sof-“ he said thinking that you’re in pain until he looked at you to find you more than enjoying whatever he’s doing. His hands stoping at the back of your thighs where the dress was stopping him part of you wants to pull your dress upwards to give him room to continue whatever he’s doing.

You wanted to praise the lord when you felt his fingers slipping under your dress then it all stopped when he withdrew his hands. He helped you put on your boot and you stood up to properly put your feet inside and zipped it.

“You are going to make me lose my fucking mind, Jude Bellingham”

He leaned to your ear only to say,

“I’ll make you fucking obsessed y/n watch me cause I just started.”

[yourmomsgranddad]

— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃

— CHAPTER ONE: No rules in unbreakable heaven

— SUMMARY: You and Kate are best friends and you think nothing can tear you apart. Until something does.

— WARNINGS: kind of short but future chapters will be longer

"Kate?"

"Yes, Y/n?"

"Can you promise me something?"

You and Kate were laying on your roof, just staring at the stars. This was the last day of summer before the two of you entered high school. And you both were scared out of your mind.

You didn't know what was going to happen to you.

"Anything."

"Can you promise me that we'll always be friends? Even when we're old and wrinkly and forgetful?"

Kate left a little bit of silence, just causing your unease to flutter around your brain. "Of course. We're going to be best friends forever. And then we're going to have matching tombstones."

It was a nice thought. It was a beautiful thought, you figured nothing could break you two apart. You were best friends and you would always be best friends.

But let's back up.

A few months prior.

Summer had just started and you both were ecstatic. This was the last summer of the two of you being kids and you were going to make the most of it.

Do all the kiddy things you wouldn't be able to do high school.

Go crazy in a Chuck E Cheese. Stay up till the sun comes up watching cartoons. Play every video game known to man.

It was one of the best summers of your life.

Turns out, it was your last summer with Kate. However, neither of you knew it. You were just enjoying each other. A little too much.

It was late at night and you ran out of things to watch.

Right now, you were staring confusedly at Game of Thrones. You didn't know how it got on the tv but you didn't feel like turning it off. "Is he kissing his sister?" Kate wondered as her face scrunched in disgust.

"I believe so."

"Ulch!" She spoke as you just groaned. You didn't know what to say. This show didn't make any sense to you whatsoever.

But you knew you were having fun with your best friend, just being in her company.

You barely remember what happened that night.

But there was one thing you did remember about the night and it was going to be in your brain no matter what.

That was the night you and your best friend, Kate had your very first kiss.

But everything after that was kind of a blur, to Kate anyways. You knew everything. But you weren't in the place to tell.

You weren't in Kate's place at all.

Years after high school, Kate moved out of her old house and moved right into an apartment in New York, starting a life out there for herself.

And she was enjoying herself.

Living in her rinky-dink apartment, eating the worse food you can come by. It was the best and she wouldn't trade it for anything.

Something did always itch at the back of her brain.

It would be so much better if she was sharing it with you.

How much warmer the couch would feel if you were sitting there. How much more homier her place would feel if your stuff was filling every space.

But alas, the place was empty and rustic. No you in sight. Sometimes she wanted to enjoy to its fullest content but then realized. She wouldn't be truly happy until you were by her side once again.

She wished she wasn't so obsessed.

She hadn't seen you in years yet here she was, still thinking about you everyday. She needed to shake these thoughts.

So she got out of her blanket and decided to do something to get her head completely away from you.

Crying at the gym.

She wasn't a gym rat, she could only go so often. Every other week and then she can't do it for a few months. Then repeat. Especially if she does end of crying in there, can't let them see her fall.

But for some reason, when you got on the stair machine, she didn't feel like crying, she felt empowered.

Sure, she missed you but if it was meant to be, you would come back, she kept telling herself. And thankfully enough, she kept it in and got home, no tears needed.

And in less than 2 seconds, she was back in her old spot, eating her nasty food, watching her worse tv. It was a nice feeling.

At least it was, until her mom basically broke her door down.

"Mom!"

"Sorry Katie, you weren't answering your phone! I was trying to get a hold of you." Kate's brows furrowed, her mom looked majorly worried.

"Mom? What happened? Did someone die?"

She momentarily paused, Kate was even more worried. "Someone died?!" She shouted, rushing to her mom's side. "No! Everyone's fine. But something else occurred that I figured you should know."

She shrugged, she didn't know what her mom could tell her that had her breaking doors.

"Y/n is visiting New York. You're going to see her again."

Kate's eyes went wide and if she didn't cry before, she definitely was going to cry now.

Oh shit.

[indigosabyss]

Writeathon Roundup Week 4

The second-last week! I was planning on working through my backlog of personal projects from here, but I recently got contacted by a bunch of different people asking for comms <33333 so I changed tracks to focus on those instead.

Luckily, I finished up Being Polite Is A Crime Now? and The 37 Century Conspiracy before the rush of orders, so they're complete.

Here's the overall summary:

Words Written: 19,614 Total Words of Fanfic: 930,209

Next week will be the last week of daily streams, after which I will do a biweekly schedule (with one day committed to crossovers and the other to standalones) so come by on Twitch if you want!

Start Time for 8 to 14 July: 12 PM GMT+5 (2 AM EST or 12 AM PST)

as always, under the cut are the fics I worked on this week.

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Commissions:

Playing A Mean Game [T, 18k+]

Three months ago, Monica Rambeau sealed up the Incursion, with her on the other side. Tired of waiting, Kamala gathered up the Quantum Bands and brute forced her way through the Noor to get to her side. Except she gets deposited in a world that's almost exactly like the sixties of her own world. With the addition of a group of people she definitely would have remembered. Erik was just trying to stop Schmidt from getting his hands on another kid like him. He didn't take into account that he would have to keep an eye on her after that.

It's Not An Odyssey If You Don't Know Where You're Going [T, 5k+]

From a very young age, Stede Bonnet had displayed rather uncanny abilities. It started with the relentless harassment he had faced from his peers, whose rough shoves resulted in many skinned knees and purpling bruises. All of which disappeared in less than minutes. Of course, as a child, it never occurred to him that this was unusual. The glowing was more of a concern. On the oceans, he was free of judgement for his proclivities. But there was still plenty to be feared about the ichor that ran through his veins. So he kept quiet. Until he met another like him. Blackbeard, Edward Teach, and - few people knew this - son of Charybdis. Yes, like the sea monster.

Untitled Marvel Comm

not giving much details about this project. just know i've written 3k for it at this point.

Untitled Percy Jackson v Triton Comm

more info will be given upon its release, like the one above.

Funny I Should Meet You Here [N/A, 5k+]

Ryuusui met Senku when they were kids in elementary school. But after Ryuusui changed schools, they grew apart, their paths never to cross again. Until the Petrification Wave came, and thirty seven hundred years passed. Leading to Senku arriving at the land where the Nanami Academy used to stand. Two friends reunite. And buried feelings bloom into something new.

Personal Projects:

Being Polite Is A Crime Now? [T, 8k+]

There were plenty of peculiar children who passed through the halls of the Konohan Orphanage. Minato had often been told that he was one such peculiar child, with his prodigious talent and excessive shyness. Even if he was, Minato was certain there was no one stranger than the kid a few years younger than him. Incredibly adept at melting into the background, good with knives in every way that didn't involve killing, and stubbornly set on manners and propriety that could not have been taught to them, Suz- Francois was always different. No one could have predicted how different, until they deserted. And left havoc in their wake, just for doing that job.

"I Will Always..." [G, 8.5k]

Byakuya hadn't exactly planned on becoming a father. He felt more like he owed it to the memory of his friend to take Senku in. But Senku was an incredible kid. Clever and enthusiastic and resourceful and yet still needing a guiding hand to stop him from doing things that would probably end with him getting killed. And between stargazing and bleach, microscopes and marker ink, model rocket launches and actual astronaut training, Byakuya really started to believe that he could do this. Then the green light. Of course he was out of harm's way, safe in the ISS. But Senku- Well, there was always hope. He would always hope.

[spirituallyyellow]

17/5/24

A couple of weeks after the very bad day, N and the kids travelled to the small island where his parents live for a visit over the long weekend. This had been arranged ages previously, and when N asked me if I wanted to book a last minute ticket to join them, I said no. Mainly because I didn't want to deal with his family on top of all the emotions I was dealing with.

I did think, after they left, that I wouldn't have recommended to a client that they spend four days totally alone less than a month after a suicide attempt, or serious suicide consideration, but I didn't say anything.

It's hard to explain the exhaustion I felt after that day. It was like a bone-deep, soul-sucking lethargy. I've heard that in accidents where people nearly die, they'll spend a few days afterwards just sleeping constantly while their body heals. I think I was sleeping constantly while my brain was trying to heal itself.

I would sit upright and it was like my body was trying to melt to the floor. I would open my eyes and feel like I had worked out. I'd try to breathe, and I could feel tears form. So mostly I just turned over in bed, pulled the curtain open as best as I could without getting up, and then lay there and looked out the window. I don't have a particularly nice view, so mostly I just became extremely familiar with the row of rooftops behind our house. Maybe the occasional pigeon.

Friday night I played D&D. Saturday I woke up and I could feel the creeping doom. I sat in silence most of the day, scrolling through Reddit or just looking out the window. Or sleeping - I did that, too. I had a Call of Cthulhu game scheduled that night and I almost bailed on it, but I forced myself to go. I knew I really didn't need to stay home alone.

I went. I had a good time.

I came home, and the alone-ness was overpowering. I put all my stuff down, stood in the middle of the living room, and felt my breathing shift, getting more and more unsteady as my thoughts raced. I don't know what to do, I just want to die, just let me die, please God just let me die, just die justdiejustdiejustdie and then Dandelion, my cat, woke up and yowled at me. I fed him some treats and then sat down. I pulled out my journal and started to write an unsent letter (by which I mean one of those letters that you write to someone just to get all the feelings out, but you never send nor intend to send), but I got one sentence in and said, "This is stupid. I don't want to think about this." It occurred to me that I never had painted the drawings I did in Manchester. I paused for a little bit, unsure if opening that particular can of worms was going to make things worse, but I was feeling reckless enough to just say fuck it, and I got out my watercolours and dug out a paintbrush and opened my notebook.

I felt a little shaky at first, but I put on my Amazing Devil Spotify playlist and I quickly just started seeing the colours and shades I wanted.

I started painting around 10:30 at night, and then suddenly it was 2am and I had finished painting everything and I didn't even notice the time pass. My breathing was steady, I wasn't crying, I was tired but in a more normal way. I was tired because I'd stayed up late making something, instead of being tired because I wasn't sleeping because I was busy feeling terrible. I went to bed and slept.

_

I haven't been sleeping well recently. I woke up at 2:30 in the morning a couple of days ago, my mind racing again. I laid in bed, wrestling with whether or not to let someone else know about all of this for over an hour. I finally sent a message, and then had such terrible pain flood through me that I actually thought I might be dying. I ended up getting up and getting a shower at like 4am just to distract myself.

I got back into bed, put on my Christian meditation app, and fell asleep relatively quickly, but I felt bad all day. Everything hurt, I struggled to concentrate on anything, I just wanted to go home and go back to sleep.

I had a message back and of course it was fine, and of course I'm making up a story in my head that it's actually not really fine and I've murdered a friendship again by not knowing when to shut the fuck up, but I'm trying to let the thoughts pass without comment. I cried really hard for about ten minutes, and then put on music and caught the bus to a village about 45 minutes away and bought some yarn for a project I'm working on. N offered to come pick me up, but I said no, I'd just get the bus back. To be honest, I just wanted to listen to music in peace for a little longer.

[multifandoms27-blog]

Hi, how are u? <3

I was wondering if it was okay to request a Mello x fem reader smut? Just an established relationship thing where the reader is Mello’s live-in girlfriend and submissive, and she’s been demanding a lot of attention lately, which annoys him since he just has a lot of work to do. But when he sees how frustrated she gets from not being fucked, he decides to give her what she wants in the roughest way possible. You can include whatever sex act you’re most comfortable with, I’d just like it to have lots of slut-shaming/degradation, and I prefer if Mello is trans and uses a strap-on or other toy :) tyvm!

Hi!! I'm getting better, I got burnt out for a bit there and blanked on almost all of my requests. But, I'm in college now, and I'm writing this to destress lol

~*~*~*

Content: Trans!Mello x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ content. Minors, DNI. Slut shaming, degradation, Mello being a bitch and calling you a bitch, hand around your throat but not actually choking you.

Notes: My first Mello smut!!! Also, we stan trans Mello in this house. Please don't tell me you can tell I don't know how strap-on sex works-

~*~*~*

You huff, slumping against the couch with your arms crossed. Mello was on his fifth damn call of the day, going back and forth, trying to figure out someone's schedule or some shit. Matt relentlessly mashed the buttons on his controller next to you. You didn't care what he was playing - you didn't even have the slightest idea.

"Right. Understood." Mello spoke his farewells to one of his "colleagues" before hanging up.

Perking up, you look over as he walks into the room. "Mel, can we-"

"No, not now." Mello walked right past you and into the kitchen. "I'm just getting water then going back to work."

You pouted and sighed. "But Mello, we haven't spent any time together in weeks!"

"Calm your shit. I have a lot of work to do and no time for you." Mello spoke harshly before chugging his water.

"Ouch!" Matt chuckled.

You hit the brunette on the head before turning back to the blonde. "But-"

"No fucking buts, (Y/n). I already told you everything I needed to say." Mello sneered, continuing to drink some water.

You scoffed before turning around and "watching" Matt play whatever stupid game he was on. Mello then walked closer to the couch.

"Hey, Matt, c'mon. We gotta go." Mello nudged his brother.

"Yup." Matt then saved his game and turned off the console in no less than a minute, standing to walk with the blonde to the door.

"Wait! I thought you had work!"

"This is work." Mello spoke without so much of a glance towards you.

Then, the brothers left. Huffing again, you felt tears pricking your eyes. This is how it's been lately, Mello brushing you off. At night he goes to sleep after you, and wakes up before you. His work is taking everything over, and he never even so much as touches you anymore.

No matter how much you beg.

Whining to yourself, you surmised that Mello wouldn't be home for a while. The time read 9:04 pm, and he most likely wouldn't be home until 2 am. Huffing once more, you just opted to turn off the lights and turn in for the night. What was another night without Mello...?

~*~*~*

Fucking torturous. Your lower half was bare as you groud your pussy into Mello's pillow. The ridges hit just right against your clit, but it wasn't doing the trick. No matter how much time passed, your body seemed to involuntarily edge itself. Only Mello could do the trick anymore.

And with the past few weeks being like they have, you weren't sure if Mello would ever touch you again.

Trying to go at it again, you could feel heat bubbling up in your lower stomach once more, but it was more painful. 'How long have I been doing this?'

You hadn't been watching the time. Mello had come home, albeit earlier than expected. Matt went straight to bed, tired after driving all night long. Mello, having to chase someone down and get in a few fights, was also admittedly tired. Going to open his bedroomm door that he shared with you, he was greeted with a rather shocking sight.

You, furiously riding his pillow. But, of course you couldn't reach your high, and your hips stopped moving. Sighing to yourself, you took the pillow out from under you and placed it back on Mello's side of the bed.

"Just fuckin' forget it...he wont touch me anyway..."

"No no, baby." Mello spoke. "Keep goin' for me."

Turning, you saw your beloved blonde. "And why should I? You wont give me any fucking attention!"

"I've been busy."

"And I still make time for you when I'm busy! Especially for your damn needs." You glared at him.

Mello took in your figure. Hair disheveled, eyes narrowed, face red with frustration, his shirt covering your torso, and thighs slightly coated in your sweat and slick. The dim lighting seemed to help set the mood, making every part of you seem sexier.

Biting his lip and throwing his jacket off, he approached the bed. "Yeah? Fine, then, you fuckin' slut. I'll give you what you want."

Mello crashes his lips on yours, climbing over you and pressing you into the bed. He moulds his lips over yours, running one of his hands over your breasts.

"Mmh, no bra?" Mello chuckles as he tweaks your nippe through your shirt. "Of course you would."

"What's- mmh- that supposed to mean?" You asked between kisses.

"It means you're a fucking slut." Mello kisses you again. "Did you not hear me earlier?"

You opened your mouth to answer, but he plunged his tongue into your mouth. Swirling his tongue around and battling with your own, he slides his hand under your shirt to grope at your chest and pull at your nipples. You moan into the kiss and twist around, loving the pleasure as a result of his hands.

Mello's other hand dipped between your legs to drag up and down against your clit. You moaned louder and arched your back, accidentally breaking the kiss.

"Yeah, yeah you fuckin' like that? Of course you fuckin' do." Mello spits out, watching your face contort into pleasure. "Always demanding my fuckin' attention. Don't you know when to quit?!"

Mello's fingers work faster against your clit, building your orgasm higher and higher. Your speech reduced to moans and mumbles, Mello laughs in your face.

"Look at you, grinding against my fingers like a bitch in heat. What a fuckin' slut for me."

"Y-Yes, Mello! O-only for you!"

"Only for me?" Mello grins, slowing down.

"Yes! Yes! Please!" You grab his wrist, trying to grind against his fingers faster.

That caused Mello to stop. "Nuh uh. Good girls are patient. You're not a good girl."

"Yes! Yes I am! I promise I-"

Mello wrapped a hand around your throat, but being careful not to squeeze. "Shut up."

His tongue was inside your mouth again, swirling around. You whined into the kiss, pawing at his clothes.

"The fuck do you want now, slut?"

You whined, pawing at his pants. Mello made a grunt in response.

"You sure you deserve it? You've been a bad girl."

"I want it! Please, Mello!"

Mello slowly slid his hand off of your throat. Thinking to himself for a moment, he finally huffed, returning his hand to your throat, once more not squeezing.

"Fuckin' beg, like the bitch you are."

"Please! Oh, please, Mello! I want it- no, I need it! I wanna cum, and only you can make that happen! Please, please, I wont beg for your attention anymore, I'll be good! I'll be a good girl, just please-!"

Mello leaned back and moved to open one of the drawers in his nightstand. Pulling out the strap, he laid it on the bed before unzipping his pants and pulling them down.

"Since you begged so nicely..." Mello situated the strap on his hips. "I suppose I can give you this."

He pulled one of your legs over his shoulder, leaning forward so the tip of the strap on touched your entrance. The other leg laid flat so he had something to grind on.

"Are you ready?"

All you could do was meekly nod. Mello pushed in, not giving you time to adjust as he set a faster, rough pace. Gripping your hips to pull you in closer, the rocking motion of him against your leg stimulated his own clit.

Both of your moans mixing together and bouncing off the wall, skin smacking against skin, the feel of him rapidly moving in and out of you, it almost became too much.

"Mel-lo! Slow d-down!"

"Nuh-uh!" Mello moaned. "You wanted it, and I'm- ah!- giving it to you!"

Leaning forward more, Mello's moans grew louder than yours, finding he had more stimulation this way, and the dildo seemed to thrust deeper inside of you. Clawing at Mello's back, you moaned and whined for him, begging him to let you cum.

"Mello! Mel! Ple-please! Please make me cum! Please! Oh~!"

Mello panted between his own moans. "Look at me when you cum. Fuckin' look at me!"

Mello grabbed your jaw and made you look into his eyes as he picked up his already impossible pace. "Let go, let go, cum for me. Cum for me, slut. My slut! Ah~!"

The coil kept wrapping tighter and tighter and tighter, Mello moving his free hand to furiously thumb your clit. Letting out a final scream, the coil burst, and Mello drank in your post-orgasmic state. Grinning down at you as you came all over the dildo, he continued to thrust, grinding himself on your thigh.

"M-Mello...! T-too much!"

"Shut it." Mello whispered, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he furiously ground his clit against your thigh, resulting in the dildo furiously pounding in and out of you.

"M-Mello!"

Clawing at his back again, the coil started to build up again. Mello bit your neck and gripped your sides as he neared his orgasm, trying to silence his moans.

"Me-Mello, I'm gonna...!"

"I know, I know, me too...!" Mello panted, keeping his pace.

Pushing your leg back as far as it could go, he pounded into your pussy, thumbed your clit once more, while furiously grinding his own clit against your thigh.

Finally, you both came together with a loud scream of each other's names. You felt lightheaded as he slowed to a stop, but also fulfilled. Both of you panted and gently let go of each other, Mello slowly pulling out and pulling off the strap.

Lazily dropping it on the ground, making you laugh, he opted to just lay on top of you.

"That was...ah..." Mello spoke.

"I...I'm sorry f-"

"Nah. Don't even. I was pent up, too." Mello panted. "You're fine, baby."

Mello gave you a kiss before playing with your hair, returning his face to your neck. Letting out one last sigh before nuzzling into your boyfriends embrace, you closed your eyes, ready to fall asleep.

"Next time, shut the goddamn door!" Matt yelled from down the hall.

[visionofhope04]

Hii I was lowkey wondering if you would do something maybe like a one shot of neglected where reader is older (18-20) and dipped out of the house and became a singer and one of her songs basically exposed them for how they treated reader and in like an interview she full on tells them how she doesn’t even talk to them and like only Jason

This is literally perfect. I love this idea! I was planning on making a singer batsis reader anyway so here you go! I'll be making this part 4 of the series instead of a one shot. There’s a bit of angst. Btw, thanks so much for your support everyone! I'm glad you enjoy this series! Feel free to request anything you'd like besides smut as well!

This is the longest thing I have ever written so there will be a part 5. I planned on this being the last part but it's just so much. It’s not proofread and neither are all of the other parts because I post at 1 am most of the time lol. Hope you like it!

f/n = friend name

Y/G/N = your group name

N/S = news station

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 (Current) Part 5

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You were sick of it. Sick of how even after confronting them about how you felt and almost dying because of it, they still neglected you. You couldn't wait to move out at the age of 18, even if it proved to be a struggle. You had taken mini jobs since you turned 15 and saved up since then. You just couldn't see them anymore as it would remind you of how they treated you that day at that hospital. None of them apologized either. They just pretended it never happened and continued to ignore you. The media had a field day with speculation of what had happened but eventually stopped because Bruce had claimed it was “just a bad case of the flu” which they believed.

Jason was always the only one that would talk to you. He was the only one that actually cared enough to make sure you were taking proper care of yourself and that you wouldn't have a repeat of what happened. He took you places, spent time with you and gave you advice. You even had a tradition where you'd always meet up at the manor's library every week at the same time that same day every week and just have a mini book club together. He always made time for you and never bailed on you.

So on your 18th birthday, he helped you move out. You managed to rent a small apartment in Star City with the money you had saved up. It wasn’t that close to the manor which was a good thing. The neighborhood wasn’t good but it wasn’t as bad as Gotham’s neighborhoods so you would be fine. You could handle yourself with your assassin training if needed. You also managed to get hired at a cafe which was about a five minutes walking distance from your apartment.

It had taken a while but eventually, you had packed all of your belongings into color coded containers and moved them into Jason’s car with his help. You didn’t say goodbye to anyone as you had no friends to say bye to and you knew that your so called “family” couldn’t care less about what you did with your life. ‘This is it, hopefully the last time I’ll ever be near this place.’ You thought. You didn’t plan on stepping foot in Gotham ever again after you left. It would bring back too many memories you prefer to keep buried away deep inside your mind.

The car ride to Star City was entertaining. You and Jason conversed the whole time, telling jokes and listening to his funny tales with the radio playing softly in the background. Eventually, a song you both loved came on and you both started yell-singing along to the lyrics. You wished those moments could be permanent. You were both so carefree and nothing else mattered besides having fun and enjoying yourselves.

You now stood in the doorway of your new apartment, admiring your new home. Jason and yourself had just finished unpacking all of your belongings. You really liked how it looked and thought you both did an amazing job at designing the place perfectly according to your style. Jason, unfortunately, had to leave in order to avoid raising suspicions. Once you both said your byes, he left you to your apartment.

Jason drove back home in silence. He hated to admit it but he would miss you dearly. You were always there for him and helped him with anything. You tried your best to always comfort him and make him feel better on his darkest days and it would always work. Somehow you seemed to always have the right words to say or knew exactly what to do to help him. Out of everyone he was closest to you. He assumed it was because he could relate to you the most. More so how you felt. He’d felt like the black sheep of the family before you came, and he was. When you came, you took that role from him. It pained him to see how much their insults would affect you, even if you were good at hiding it. He could just tell.

Jason made it back to the manor after a while and went straight to the library. He didn't want to deal with the others. After the whole hospital situation, he'd never really bother interacting with them. He hated how they treated you as if you didn’t exist and hated how much pain they had caused you and that they didn’t even care. He guessed that they'd probably be doing something for Damian's birthday and forgot that you were his twin. They probably couldn’t even remember that Damian had a twin.

He made it to the library and pulled out one of his favorite books. He’d read it so many times you’d often joke that he could probably recite the whole book by heart at this point. Sitting down in a chair, he started to read. However, he couldn’t bring himself to stop thinking about what it would’ve been like if they treated you how they did Damian. The both of you were Bruce’s real children. You both even looked like clones of him! At first, Jason thought you would’ve been the favorite twin due to your personality. Even though you were twins, your personalities were polar opposites. You even refused to kill! You were trained by the League so why didn’t you kill as Damian did?

Jason knew you would benefit them greatly if you joined. You had self control, didn’t kill, could act perfectly, lie perfectly, do well under pressure, and not to mention your skills. Being raised by the League may have been torture, but you managed to gain incredible skills out of it. You could take on at least ten guys who doubled you in size and beat them within five minutes. You even bested Damian in spars and he was supposedly dubbed the “better twin” by Talia, so why hadn’t they let you join their nightly crusades like they had let Damian when the both of you first arrived?

Damian passed by your room but noticed something was off. He decided to take a look. He twisted the doorknob and pushed. The room which was once occupied by you now looked extremely plain and bare, stripped of all of its accessories. The only things left were the bed itself, multiple dressers, and a vanity. It looked as if it had been vacant the whole time. It might as well have been. Damian couldn’t really remember what it had looked like since he’s never paid much mind to it but he could tell there was a drastic difference. He knew that you disliked just leaving your room plain unlike himself and wanted at least something to make it look less boring.

He couldn’t help but wonder what had happened. Had you finally been kicked out by Bruce? Did you get shipped off to a boarding school like he had been suggesting to your father for years? He decided to go ask. He exited the room and closed the door behind him, taking off for Bruce’s office. Walking down the hall, he suddenly remembered that he had seen you leave with Jason. This meant that you were not at a boarding school like he had originally thought. But then why was your room vacant?

Instead of going to see Bruce, he decided to go see Jason and bring up the matter with him instead. He changed directions and headed to the library where he knew he’d find Jason. It was no secret that Jason was a book worm so Damian had a fifty percent chance of finding him there.

He entered the library and was immediately greeted with the sight of Jason sitting comfortably on a chair, legs crossed with a book opened in his hands. Jason didn’t bother to look up from his book as he spoke.

“What do you want Demon Spawn?”

“I’ve come to obtain the whereabouts of my sister.”

“You mean my sister?”

“She’s not your sister!” Damian exclaimed.

“Well I act more like a brother than you do.”

“Where is Y/N? Her whole room is bare.”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

“Just tell me, you imbecile!” Damian said, growing increasingly frustrated by Jason’s blunt answers.

“She’s not here.”

“Then where is she?”

“Not here.”

“Just tell me already Todd, I have no time for your foolish games!”

“She moved out.” Jason said, giving in.

“What?! Where.” Damian demanded.

“Why would I tell you?”

“Because I demand to know!”

“Okay and?”

“Tell me!”

“No.”

“Why not!”

“Because you don’t even care.”

“And you do?”

“Yes, I actually do Damian! I’m there for her when she needs me the most. I’m there for her while she’s watching you live the perfect life that she’s just a background character in! While you and the others ignore that she even exists! I’m there for her when she breaks down and has panic attacks! And what were you all doing to try and help her? Nothing! Absolutely nothing!” Jason snapped.

“Y/N’s fine, I know my twin!” Damian screamed.

“Do you even know what her favorite color is?” Jason questioned in a harsh tone.

“...” Was Damian’s reply.

“Exactly! You don’t! You and the others have never cared about her, so why all of a sudden do you care now? You don’t know anything about her so don’t act like you do!” Jason then stood up and walked out of the room in a fit of rage.

Damian stood there, shocked. Had Jason just refused to answer his question? He was about to follow him but decided against it. Why was Damian going to chase Jason down just for her? She was just an annoyance, a mistake, imperfect. He had been wanting to get rid of her for so long, so why doesn’t he feel relieved? Why does he feel guilty? He decided to stop dwelling on it and get on with life. He figured it would happen eventually if it hadn’t happened then.

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It had been a year since that day. The day you left your old life behind and started a new life, a better one. One where you weren’t constantly ignored. One where you actually had more than one person care about you. Instead of seeing yourself as a failure and disappointment, you now saw yourself as an amazing person (which you always were). You had been going to a community college in Star City. You made many friends there and started up a music career with three of them.

Their names were f/n, f/n and f/n. You all started off by taking random gigs anywhere you could. You performed covers of songs and would receive standing ovations all the time. Seeing as your group was well liked, you decided to write and produce your own songs. At the age of 19, Y/G/N released their first album. It went viral within a day and everyone was talking about it. After a week, several articles were posted, praising your work. News Stations talked about all the records Y/G/N managed to break. People started to stream it like crazy, and you couldn’t be happier with all the positive feedback you were receiving.

You had been a Wayne once, meaning you had experience in dealing with the media. Since you had already been used to it, you knew you’d all eventually be invited to interviews. So, when you had received an email stating how N/S wanted a one on one interview with you, you weren’t sure how to feel. You weren’t looking forward to interviews with your whole group, let alone one where you would be alone. You knew how unfiltered interviewers could be and didn’t feel comfortable with it.

However, you decided it would be best to go. So here you were, sitting in front of the interviewer in an uncomfortable chair preparing for the interview to start. You had somehow managed to keep a smile plastered on your face the entire time while you were a nervous wreck on the inside. You hoped none of the questions would be sexist as they usually were towards women. However, you had no more time to think about that. You heard clicking, signaling that you were about to go live. Once you heard the last click, you knew you were live and the interview had begun.

“Hello everyone, welcome back to N/S. My name is Jerald Tangleberry and I’m here today with songwriter, singer, and celebrity, Y/N Wayne! How are you?”

You waved to the camera and then answered, “Hello everyone! I’m doing good, how about you?”

“I’m doing great, thanks for asking! So by now I’d assume everyone knows that you’ve released an album with your group. How does it feel to gain more fame?”

“It doesn’t feel any different. Fame wasn’t our goal when we released the album. It was to express ourselves.”

“Mhm, well Ms. Wayne, what inspired you to write songs?”

“Well we know people may be in a tough spot in their life right now and want them to know they aren’t alone.”

“That’s so true. Some fans have been speculating that every member has three songs that specifically relate to them since there are twelve songs in total and three of the songs have the same group member as the introduction part of the song. Is this true?”

“Yes, it is true.”

“So all three of your songs relate to family issues of some sort. Is that hinting that you have family issues?”

“Yes, actually. My family isn’t the best. They ignored me all the time, even when they weren't busy. The only person who didn’t was Jason.”

“You’re saying it in the past tense.”

“I moved out about a year ago. When I was around 14, I suffered from anorexia. My family would always ignore me since they were either busy doing work or hanging out with each other. The only family member that acknowledged me was Jason. I assumed it was because there was something wrong with me. I started to hate myself so much to the point of starvation. One day, I passed out right before a gala and my oldest brother Dick found me passed out on the floor. They took me to the hospital and when I woke up, Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Damian started fussing about how I’d ruin their image if the media knew what actually happened. They started to yell at me and told me how I was a useless burden. I started to have a panic attack so I kicked them out. Jason stayed behind with me and comforted me. Ever since then I made a planed to save enough money so I could move out when I turned 18, which I did.”

“Oh, wow. So Jason was the only one who interacted with you?”

“Yeah.”

“Looks like the Wayne family isn’t as perfect as they seem.”

“No family is actually perfect.”

“Did your family try contacting you at all after they found out about Y/G/N?”

“Not yet. They’re probably too busy or don’t care.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s alright, I got over it. What’s the next question.”

“Oh-” He cleared his throat and continued the interview. (So basically I don’t wanna bore you all lol)

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Jason had woken up late into the afternoon that day. Patrol that morning had exhausted him. There was a huge breakout at Arkham they had assisted with. They successfully locked up every escapee, so today, Jason just wanted to relax until it would be time for patrol again. Even though he was exhausted, he knew he couldn’t take a break. The others wouldn’t and it would be unfair to them if he did.

He headed over to his couch with his phone and a bowl of popcorn in hand, ready to watch random movies the entirety of the day. He set down his phone on the coffee tables and grabbed the TV remote. When he turned on the TV, he almost dropped the popcorn and remote. You were sitting on a chair, giving an award winning smile while you politely answered the man’s questions. He was baffled. He didn’t know why you were being interviewed, let alone on TV at all! You made it clear you didn’t want to have any relations with your family any longer and you couldn’t stand publicity, so what were you doing?

He placed the bowl down and snatched his phone off the table. Unlocking his phone, he quickly dialed your phone number. However, he realized that the interview was live and that he would be interrupting it if he called you then. Deciding to wait, he placed his phone back down, picked up the bowl, and then got comfortable.

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[finelinevogue]

the fact that Y/N has post natal depression Is somewhat refreshing idk I just don't see it talked about much on here and if it is it's like Hella angsty and the partner doesn't understand what it is but I was wondering if u could touch on it a bit more cause it's something I'm really scared about happening to me and I just want harry to hold me and tell me it's going be okay 😚😚😚😚

P.s. if u don't wanna it's understandable

anon: can u write about harry helping y/n through her ppd maybe like the 3rd time was so bad that h decide that he won’t be having more children

so this was requested twice so i would love to be able to write this for you both, hope this is okay - mind it’s heavily angsty!;

tw: vomiting, ppd and od

oli - 4, felix - 3, belle - 12 weeks

Motherhood was really fucking hard.

The birth of your newly born daughter, Isabella, had really taken a back pedal on your mental health. You had suffered with post natal depression after the birth of your two sons, but nothing as bad as this.

It had hit you around the 7 week mark after giving birth. The pregnancy itself was okay, even though she was slightly premature, but it was after you’d taken her home that it’d all spiralled downhill. It started with complications with her breastfeeding - like she was rejecting the milk that you had produced. It hurt to see her reject you and your body, finding more comfort in drinking from a pre-made milk bottle as her dad rocked her to sleep. You recall the evening so clearly and felt like an utter failure as you watched her drink a bottle of formula for the first time.

“Ssh ssh,” Harry cooed to your 7 week old daughter as he rocked her in his arms on the rocking chair in her nursery. She was whining because she was hungry, but the problem was that she wasn’t accepting your milk. She hadn’t been accepting your milk all day and now it was becoming dangerous for you to keep on saying ‘Oh i’ll just try later.’ Harry had told you to make a formula bottle for her. “Mummy’s coming.”

As much as you didn’t want to, you were walking back to the nursery with a warm bottle in your hands. You’d tested it on your hand to make sure it wasn’t too hot and then taken a sip to taste it, out of jealousy, and you thought that it didn’t taste any different to you. Then again you’re not a 7 week old human whose only date is milk.

“Look here’s mummy with your yummy milk, okay? Look Belles!” Harry cooed at his darling angel and you only wished he wasn’t as happy for her as he was.

“Yeah.” You spoke softly, handing him the bottle and standing nearby, part of you hoping that she would reject this too and she wasn’t just rejecting you.

But no, she drank the formula like it was her last meal.

“Such a sweet girl, aren’t you?” Harry praised her, watching her in awe as she kept on drinking the formula. Watching as she was drinking to become the strong girl you knew she’d become. It just hurt that it wasn’t you that could help her become that.

You felt powerless. Worthless, even. The one thing that you had carried the weight of your breasts around to do and you couldn’t even do it. Your nipples were so sore and your breasts ached so badly and it was all for nothing. Perhaps it was punishment for being such a bad mum. Perhaps you’d never been good enough for this job and it was your bodies way of shutting you down forever. You wouldn’t need the ability to produce milk anymore, because you weren’t worth the title of becoming one again. You wanted to be happy for your little one, seeing her happy but all you felt was rejection and sadness. She didn’t think you were good enough to be her mum and that really hurt.

Along with the breastmilk problem, Belle also became very stubborn when you wanted to change her nappy. Anytime you tried to change and help her she put up a fuss, kicking her legs and sometimes she would bite or hit you away. It was just a reminder that you weren’t a good enough mum for her and that she didn’t feel safe enough around you. She didn’t find comfort in your presence and she was so fussy about what you did around her. With Harry, though, she was an angel. She loved him so much and obviously he made her feel so loved and safe - something you’d clearly never be able to give her.

There was also the chores of being a mother to your other two sons too. Oli and Felix were old enough to understand that they had a baby sister, but they weren’t old enough to understand how miserable you were. Harry wasn’t even able to figure it out yet. You tried your best to put on your bravest face, knowing that your family needed you to be strong but the truth was that you were crumbling on the inside. You were feeling less and less like yourself and you were waiting for the moment when you’d completely fall apart. Nothing felt right anymore. Everything was just numb.

“You two boys okay?”

You walked into the children’s playroom see that they were sat at the little table colouring in. Felix’s little legs dangled slightly, whereas Oli’s legs touched the floor and it made your heart swell at how big they were both getting.

“Yep!” Oli cheered, scribbling with his left hand as his tiny tongue stuck out from his lips as he concentrated - a habit passed onto him from his father.

“What are you both drawing?” You asked, coming over and kneeling on the floor beside them and having a peek at their drawings.

“We’re colouring for daddy.” Felix answered, some of the words not being pronounced properly due to his young lisp and lack of being taught how to say things correctly yet.

His words stung though. You appreciated that he was only a toddler and he meant nothing evil or malicious by it, but it hurt to think that maybe, just maybe, your sons were doing this for their dad because he did so much more for them than you did. Of course you tried to be the best mum you could, but maybe you weren’t doing enough. Maybe you weren’t meant to be a mum after all, or at least not a good one.

“O-oh,” you tried to hold back the tears in your eyes because your boys looked so proud at their artwork - and you should be too. “Tell me about them then, my loves.”

Oli went first, “So this is me and this is Oli and this is dad. It’s us playing football like we did the other day, mummy.” He pointed out to each of the figures, some looking actually quite terrifying but you’d never have the heart to tell him that. The figures were all holding hands though and it hurt to think that you weren’t a part of that.

“Oh that’s so good Ols!” you rubbed his head of hair and then turned to Felix’s, “What about you Fix?”

“I drew daddy as the best.” He pointed to a trophy that the figure - more like a stick-man-slenderman - was holding, which was decorated with the award of ‘my hero’.

“I told him to write hero, mummy.” Oli added, and you smiled at both of them.

“Well done. Good job both of you. Daddy will love these!” You only wished that they would draw something for you. You hated to think that you were being petty, but honestly you just wanted to feel loved. “Shall I go cut up some apple for a snack, hey?” You asked, trying to feel useful.

“Daddy is making us smoothies!” Felix answered and you had to stand up, up and away from their heigh, so they didn’t catch the tears in your eyes.

“Okay! Don’t forget to give him those pictures - he’ll love those.” You praised them and they both giggled to each other.

The sight of your sons laughing should’ve made you so happy, but it only reminded you that you weren’t the source of their happiness. You weren’t on their mind enough to be their inspiration for drawings. You definitely weren’t their hero. You were just a woman to them, not a mum. You wanted to be so much more but it was clear that they didn’t need you. They were loved by their dad and each other, not in need of your heart.

Eventually Belle settled down and was sleeping better through the night, leaving you and Harry to much more peaceful nights sleep. Well, just Harry.

You had found it near impossible to get to sleep now. You lay awake at night wondering when Belle would next wake up, wondering when she’d next need you. Harry was always quick out of bed though, even if he actually was sleeping, to help her ordering you to stay in bed and rest yourself. You couldn’t help feel like he was telling you to stay put because he knew you wouldn’t be able to do your job properly - and you started to believe him.

You’d found yourself getting jealous of those that could get to sleep. When you were walking down the road you’d judge a person by how much sleep they looked like they got last night. You definitely looked like you only had 2 hours - even when you’d only had 37 minutes but who’s counting? Your dark circles were heavily noticeable, but no one cared enough to ask. Even Harry stayed clear of you more and more often; spending more time with the kids than you and sleeping on his side of the bed instead of yours at nighttime.

There had been one evening where you had been so restless that Harry had gotten so frustrated and left the room, with a blanket and a pillow, and slept on the couch. You’d never felt so much like a burden than that night. Your family was rejecting you and you felt like a failure. You were a success at failing in everything. The meals you cooked went half eaten by everyone because you would’ve forgotten to add a key ingredient. The children preferred to spend more time playing with their dad because you weren’t energised enough to play the games they wanted to. Your daughter still rejected your milk. It was all too much and you just wanted one nights peace for it to change.

Last night had been that night.

Fuck these were so addicting. You were finally getting the sleep that you so badly craved, only with the help of tablets.

You wanted the sleep because that was the one place you could escape to. You needed that escape to help you get out of bed the next morning. Life was too hard for you to not dream, and without dreaming you didn’t want life.

It started off with taking one every night before bed, but then they stopped working again, so you started taking two, then three. Four was obviously where your body hit its limit.

“Mummy? Can you come tuck me in please?” Oli asked, little toy giraffe in hand and shaking you in hopes of waking you up to send him peacefully off to sleep.

You’d gone to bed a bit earlier tonight, lying saying that you were extremely exhausted. Harry said he would be able to handle things and that’s when you excitedly ran upstairs to take your pills; 4 of them. You’d made it into your bed, feeling slightly drowsy after completing your nighttime routine, but then you started to feel unwell and really ill. Before you’d passed out you’d stuck your fingers down your throat in hopes to make the feeling in your stomach disappear, but it ended up you throwing up all over the bed and pass out right there.

“Mummy! Wake up!” Oli rattled your back, but you were still unresponsive.

Oli padded out of the room and down to his sisters room where he knew his dad was. Belle was being extra fussy this evening and Harry suspected it had everything to do with you retiring early. He heard Oli come into the room just as he’d gotten Belle down.

“Y’alright buddy?” Harry whispered, tip-toeing out of Belle’s room, leaving the door open slightly, and crouched down in front of him.

“No. Mummy’s not waking up.” Oli pouted, rubbing a tired fist over his eye.

“She’s probably in dreamland, bud. She was really tired today.”

“She’s really tired all of the times.”

“I know, Ol.” Because Harry did know, but he was too much of a coward to face up to the problem. The doctors had said that post natal depression can strengthen with every birthed child, but he was too blind sighted by the fact that you’d overcome the first birthed post natal depression so quickly, and was so in love with his baby girl, that he didn’t truly see how bad things had gotten. Harry had tried giving you some space, distancing himself from you in bed and spending more time with the kids so you could relax and rest up, but nothing seemed to be working. He was surprised, actually, that you’d been having better sleep recently and so was hopeful that maybe the worst of the depression was over.

Hell, was he so wrong.

“Go to bed, bud okay? I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Wake mummy up so she can give me a kiss.”

“I’ll try little man, alright?” Harry scuffed his sons hair and then watched him walk off to his room.

Harry walked into your dark room, the air smelling slightly sour, and walked around to your side of the bed. He sat down next to you sighed heavily. He needed to speak to you, no matter how tired or angry you’d be with him. He was losing you as a wife and a mother and a soulmate and a lover. He was just losing you, just as you were losing yourself and he was doing tip-toeing around the problem any longer. He was going to try and make this better. He was going to better understand how you were feeling in order to help you.

“Baby?” He spoke softly, nudging you gently, “Baby wake up.” No response. “Y/N, my love? Wake up for me darling, need to speak with you.” Normally you would’ve stirred by now but there was still nothing. “Y/N?” Harry shook you a bit more urgently now - one that would surely wake even the deepest of sleepers. “Y/N!” He shouted, perhaps a bit too loudly for the comfort of his children.

He turned you over and that’s when he knew this was very, very, bad.

Your face was pale grey and your mouth was covered in the remains of vomit, and he suddenly understood the gross sour smell from before. Your hair was greasy and stuck all in the wet sick all over your face. Your eyes were puffy from the remains of tears. You looked dead.

“No, no, no. Y/N! No you don’t.” Harry’s eyes starting weeping and he couldn’t think straight. He checked your pulse on your wrist and timed it - it was unhealthily faint. He wouldn’t be surprised if you were in your last beats of your heart. His tears and sobs were uncontrollable, but he had to be both strong for you and his children, as well as for him. “Fuck sake pull yourself together Harry. Okay, baby hold on please. Okay? You don’t get to leave me like this, you hear me? I love you so much, baby. Fuck i’m so sorry.” He gently placed your head back down on the pillow and pulled out his phone.

999

“What’s your emergency?”

“I need a-an ambulance p-please. I-I think my wife i-is dying.”

The rest of it was a blur for Harry. Him trying to wake you up. The ambulance arriving. Oli and Felix crying when they saw you being carried away on a stretcher. Belle’s deafening screams. Harry’s heart beating for the both of you.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

It was the rhythmic beeping sounds that woke you up.

Your whole body felt achey and sore, your head a pounding mess. You opened your eyes slowly, adjusting them to the light of the room. You expected to see the family photo on the wall opposite you and the white of your curtains, but you were met with a heart-monitor machine and a hospital bed instead. You looked down at your body and noticed a cannula in your arm, making you squirm because you hated stuff like that so much. Your nose had a tube running inside it too, feeding you the oxygen your lungs weren’t receiving properly.

It then dawned on you how you weren’t in the room alone. You saw a sleeping Anne and Gemma on the chairs in the far corner, with Felix and Oli tucked against their sides - Anne with Oli and Felix with Gemma. It was so cute to see them so cuddled up close. They looked peaceful. You took note of the baby pram that was at the end of your bed, most likely playing bed to your beautiful daughter. Your mind felt lost. You can’t really remember what had happened, apart from taking four of those sleeping pills. You fully remember the weight of feeling worthless and useless as both a mum and a wife, though, and that feeling was still very prominent.

Your eyes lastly landed to the side of you, where Harry was sat but also laid on your bed. The top of half of his body laid upon the bed, his head buried onto this arm deep within the bed, whilst his bottom stayed rooted to the chair. His hand was holding yours tightly, which was a sign that he wasn’t asleep. You were so scared to face him though. You had failed him, again and again and you weren’t sure whether you could be enough for him anymore. Enough for your family anymore.

You squeezed his hand three times saying ‘I love you.’

“Y/N,” He whispered so hoarsely, but you were so focused on him to even catch it. He looked ruined, and you’d done that to him. His eyes were dark and tired, but also red and puffy from where he’d been crying. His hair was a mess and you could tell it hadn’t been washed in a while. How long had you been out for? You felt rested in your sleep, but not in your mind or your heart.

“I—” Your breathe got caught in your throat, but you persevered to finish your words. He deserved to here them. “I’m sorry.” You were whispering so you didn’t disturb anyone else in the room.

“No, stop it. I’m sorry baby.”

“Harry don’t, you don’t have anyt—”

“Stop yes I do I—”

“Harry please you don’t owe—”

“Y/N listen!” He cut the little volley-conversation and ordered you to just stop. You started crying when you saw that he was too. “Whatever you’re going to say, don’t. Whatever you’re thinking, stop it right now. Because I love you. Fuck, I do. I love you so much that when I found you unconscious in a pile of your own sick thinking you were dead, my only thought was that I wished it were me instead”.

“Harry, you don’t mean—”

“My god Y/N! You don’t get it, do you? I would do anything to switch places with you right now. I would suffer a thousand times over if it meant you were okay. I’d suffer in hell for you. Nobody else but you has ever made me feel like this. I married you because I love you and I want to wake up next to you every day of my beating hearts life. I chose to have children with you, because I knew how great of a mum you’d be and what beautiful people you’d help bring up into the world—”

“But i’m not.” You cut Harry short, trying to pull your hand away from him but he didn’t let you - only tightening his grip and pulling himself closer towards you. He was so close you could kiss him.

“Not what?” He asked, although he already knew the answer. You’d both had this conversation before, but you were both tired of it and were ready for it to be your last now.

“A good mum. I’m- i’m not a good mum or wife, Harry and i’m sorry.”

“I told you not say it and stop thinking it, because you’re completely wrong Y/N. You’re a good mother and a good wife, because you are a good person.”

“But i’m not great.” You whimpered, thinking back to the drawings your Oli and Felix had done. “I’m not the best.”

“But you don’t have to be, baby. You see our beautiful, healthy, happy and safe babies over there?” Harry turned to look at them, love in his eyes as in yours. “They wouldn’t be all those things, no matter how you feel about yourself, without you. I could never have brought them up to be half the people they are without you by my side, the way you make me a better person. You claim you don’t got this, but baby you’re already doing it and have been doing it for 5 years with our children and so much longer with me.”

“I’m just so fucked up Harry.” Your head tilted back on the pillow as you got heavily emotional over the situation.

Harry shook his head and moved his hand to cup the back of your neck, moving your head forwards until it met his. The touch of his skin against yours, no matter where and how small, made you feel alive and you’d missed him and that feeling so much. You missed loving him so much.

“Listen to me.” He ordered, keeping you still. “You are strong and you are brave Y/N Styles. No matter what you tell yourself I will be here every goddamn day of my life, if I have to, to remind you that you are worth more than your fucking weight in gold. You are my heart. You are my soul and the mother to my greatest achievements. I know they are yours too, just as I know I am your heart.

“You are.” You whispered so quietly under your breathe, but Harrys heart warmed when he caught you saying it. He knew though.

“Just let me love you. Let me be there for you. If you want medication then let’s do it, and i’ll be there for every step of the way. If you want to go to a rehabilitation centre for a bit, that’s okay we can—”

You shook your head and licked the tears away from your face. You were both such tearful messes, but the love between you was undeniable. “No, no please, no.”

“Okay, okay, love. We won’t. See, you’re okay. I promise, you’re okay. Stay with me, yeah? I’ll love you and keep you safe, just as you will me.”

“Promise.” You told him sincerely. He brought his lips to yours with that single word. He was so proud of your for being so brave and strong. He wishes he was half the person you were. His lips conveyed those thoughts of his and you could taste the love and passion burning through his heart and out on to his lips. He tasted like home. z he was home. Your lips smacked together messily, but you didn’t care because you loved each other too much and had kissed each other even more. Once you pulled back he stayed close to you, smiling at you with such awe. “I think.. I think I want to try medication please.”

Harry didn’t say ‘okay’ or ‘sure thing’, no. He said four words that meant more to you in that moment that any others in the universe. More than saying ‘I love you.’ Words that reminded you that not everything is okay and that sucks really bad, but you’re doing your best to get through it. It was a reminder that you had so many people who loved you and cared for you. It was a gun at the starting line symbolising that the journey ahead wasn’t going to be easy, but worth it.

“I’m proud of you.”

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Won't You Be My Bodyguard? - Steve Rogers X Female (Celebrity) Reader

Title: Late Night Call

Steve Rogers X Female (Celebrity) Reader

Additional Characters: Stalker (Mentioned), Interviewer, and the Lady

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5 | Part 6 |

WC: 2,502

Warnings: Stalkers, cursing, embarrassment, slight angst, fluff, slight suggestiveness (blink you'll miss it), crying, and sharing a bed

Waking up bright and early, you made sure to get ready. You took a quick shower and did your hair before dressing in a simple pantsuit. You were going to be interviewed today and wanted to make sure you looked nice. After finishing your routine, you left your room to be pleasantly surprised once more with breakfast. It had been less than a week since Steve first cooked you breakfast, and the pictures from your stalker came. Since then, you and Steve had been binding pretty well.

You really liked Steve. He was very sweet. Every morning making you breakfast, even though he didn't have to. Watching movies, or playing board games with you. He was fun to talk to. Smart, witty, funny. On top of that, he was really protective, and you guess that was just part of his job. He was really good at being a fake boyfriend that you almost forgot is was fake in the first place.

After breakfast, Steve grabbed his keys and led you to his black SUV, opening the door for you. It was warm and sunny; a perfect day. As Steve drove, you looked out the window, watching as trees blurred and cars zoomed past.

"Did you sleep well last night?" Steve asked, glancing over at you, his brows furrowed.

"Hmmm... Yeah, I think so." You smiled, looking at the handsome man sitting next to you. "What about you?" You still felt guilty that he was sleeping on your couch.

Steve chuckled, "I slept amazing, darling," He spoke, bringing his hand up and gently rubbing your knee briefly before putting his hand back on the wheel.

'Damn, he was really good.' You thought.

Steve had even in the past couple of days taken in nicknaming you. You didn't know if he was doing if for the whole boyfriend thing or if he was genuine about it. No matter, the little nicknames he gave you made your heart race and your stomach erupt into butterflies so you didn't mind.

Pulling up at the place where you were going to get interviewed, Steve parked the car and got out first, opening your door for you and helping you out. You walked together into the building, Steve's hand ghosting your lower back as he subtly looked around the room.

"Ah, Miss L/N, come right this way." A lady spoke from a hallway. "We'll get you all set up."

As she began to lead you away, Steve tried to follow but she stopped him.

"Uh, sir, you can wait in the waiting room." She spoke but you interjected.

"Could he please come? He's my... Boyfriend." You spoke, blushing at how foreign the word was upon your tongue.

The lady sighed and nodded, before leading the two of you into where the interview was going to be held.

After they hooked up a mic to you and you got introduced to the interviewer, they began rolling the cameras.

"Hello, Y/N! Thank you for coming." The interviewer spoke, holding a small notebook in his hands as he smiled at you.

"Thank you for having me." You spoke, putting a smile on your face. "On your Instagram, you've posted about your new relationship. So, tell us about him. How long have you known each other? Who is your mystery boyfriend?" He asked, causing you to blush slightly at how forward the question was.

"Um..." You began, taking a quick glance at Steve from somewhere behind all the cameras, who gave you a small smile and nod. "We've known each other for a while. His name is Steve." You replied, hesitantly.

"Wow, it's been a whirlwind romance, huh?" The interviewer teased, earning a chuckle from you.

"Yeah, I guess." You hummed, blushing at how corny you sounded. "He's been amazing, I feel really lucky to have him. He's always there when I need him." You told him, crossing your legs.

"Sounds like a keeper to me." The interviewer spoke, before continuing, "You've said in the past that you wouldn't start dating or starting anything serious because of your job. What changed your mind?" He asked, prompting you to sigh a bit.

"Well, yes I do remember saying that." You laugh a little. "But, I think what changed was meeting Steve. After meeting him, he definitely swept me off my feet." You explained, Shrugging with another laugh.

"It sounds like you found the right guy for you." The interviewer spoke, which earned a small smile from you, before he continued. "What about marriage or children? I understand that you don't want to reveal any personal information but is there anything you can tell us?"

"I'm not thinking that far into the future at the moment." You shut down the question quickly. "I'd rather enjoy my present than worry about the past and future."

~~~

You sighed as Steve opened the condo door for you, kicking off your shoes you plopped down on the couch, slouching a bit. Steve bit his lip as he walked over, sitting beside you.

"You alright?" He asked and you nodded, shutting your eyes as you rubbed your face, exhausted.

"Yeah, just tired. Sorry." You apologized, resting your head against the back of the couch.

Steve brushed your hair out of your face, "Don't apologize. It's fine." He spoke, reaching up and pulling you closer to his side so you laid your head on his shoulder.

"Steve, I am sorry." You speak, sighing as he turns to look at you.

Steve tilts his head, "For what?"

"I didn't know they were going to ask about you. Well, I sort of did, but I didn't know they were going to ask questions about all of that." You explain, biting your lip slightly.

Steve furrows his brow, "I don't care what anyone says about me. I wouldn't let it bother you." He assures you. "Plus, this was going to happen eventually." He added.

"Yeah, I know."

Steve hummed, rubbing your arm as you rested your head on his chest, closing your eyes to rest. He was nice to you, and you couldn't help but feel safe and comfortable around him. He was so kind and patient with you, and had made the most delicious food. You never knew someone could cook so well.

When you woke, you were laying on the couch, a pillow under your head and a blanket covering you. Sitting up, you rubbed your eyes, slightly confused. Checking your phone on the coffee table; it was around seven pm. Looking around, Steve was nowhere to be found. Getting up, you walked around the condo. Steve wasn't in the bathroom, your room, nor the kitchen or closet. Your heart began to race as you wondered where he was. Anxiety fills your veins.

Suddenly, your phone rang from the living room and you quickly rushed to it. You picked it up and answered it with a smile on your face.

"Hello? Steve? Is that you?" You called through the phone, only to receive silence, your smile falling.

"Hello?" You tried again.

On the other line, you then heard heavy breathing, making your skin crawl. This wasn't Steve. You hang up the phone quickly, looking around, shaking. You quickly push your phone away and grabbed the blanket off the couch. Tears began to run down your cheeks as your breathing quickened. It was getting dark and that unnerved you even more as you quickly turned on the main light and huddled in the corner of your living room. Wrapping the blanket around you tightly, you tried to slow your breathing but you couldn't. Your mind was haunting you with the heavy breathing on the other line. You felt like there was someone in the room with you and it scared you.

You sit there, frozen, tears pouring down your cheeks as you try to calm yourself. You're shivering and your teeth are chattering. Suddenly, the condo door opened and Steve entered. He noticed you in the corner, crying, and quickly shut the door, dropping the groceries, and running to you.

"Y/N? Are you alright? What's wrong?" He asked, kneeling down in front of you.

Your lip quivered as you jumped into his arms, "You were gone. And I got a call and I thought it was you but it wasn't and all I could hear was heavy breathing." You sobbed as Steve held you close to him.

"Shhh, it's okay. I got you." He reassures you, rubbing your back soothingly. "Was it a stalker?" He asked, pulling back to look at you.

"I think so... But, I don't know for sure, 'cause I've never heard them talk before." You sniffled, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. "Where were you?" You then asked.

"I went to the store. I got food for tonight and your favorite ice cream." Steve spoke, kissing your forehead as he pulled you into him, pressing his lips to your head.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here." He whispered, rocking you softly.

You sniffle and nod, "It's okay..." You whisper back, hugging him tight.

Steve then stood up with you, running his fingers through your hair. "I'm sorry I left without telling you, but I promise, I won't leave you alone anymore." He reassured you, wiping your tears away with the soft pads of his thumbs.

"Promise?" You whimpered.

You were terrified of being by yourself now, you didn't want to be alone.

"I promise." He spoke, "Do you want some ice cream?" He asked, and you nodded.

~~~

Grabbing the ice cream, Steve opened the seal and scooped three big scoops of your favorite ice cream into a big bowl. You watched next to him, your hand clenched around his shirt as he placed it on the table. Passing you a spoon, you grabbed it and the bowl, waiting for Steve to make his bowl before going to the couch together.

"What do you want to watch?" He asked, grabbing the remote and turning on the tv.

"Anything but scary movies." You spoke lightly, taking a spoonful of ice cream.

Steve laughed lightly, "Alright. Nothing scary."

"Thank you." You thanked him, eating more of your sweet treat.

Steve smiled and patted your leg, "You're welcome," He hummed, turning on a movie.

"You should eat too. It's melting" You called to him, pointing at the bowl of his own ice cream.

"It's alright, darling. I like my ice cream a bit melty." He spoke, making you smile a bit.

"You like it like a milkshake then?" You asked and Steve shrugged with a nod.

"Yeah, I never really thought of it like that, but yeah, like a milkshake." He hummed, chuckling as you took another bite.

You then sat the rest of your ice cream on the table, and Steve raised an eyebrow at you, you looked up at him and shrugged.

"I want a milkshake too."

Steve chuckled, wrapping his arm around you as the two of you paid attention to the movie in front of you.

"Wait... Is this the Bee Movie?"

"...Yes."

~~~

As the movie ended, both you and Steve yawned simultaneously.

"Wanna head to bed?" He asked and you nodded, but you didn't get up, anxiety filling you once more.

"You alright?" Steve asked, watching as you bit your lip.

You let out a weary sigh, fidgeting in your seat as you fumbled with your fingers in your lap. "Could you..." You began, before pausing.

You didn't want to be alone. Especially after that call. You felt like a kid who couldn't sleep without their parents. It was slightly embarrassing. You didn't even know if Steve would agree to it anyway. But, you continued your question.

"Could you... Stay with me? In my bed." You asked softly, before adding quickly, "For the night." You added, biting your lip nervously.

Steve perked up and looked at you, "If you want me too. And if that would make you feel safe." He told you, his voice gentle.

You smiled a bit, "That would be nice." You admitted shyly.

Steve nodded with a smile, taking your hand and leading you to your room. Steve sat on your bed, fiddling with his own hands as you left to get changed in the bathroom. You came out a few minutes later wearing a tank top and silk shorts, Steve stood up as you stepped out of the bathroom. He looked at you, smiling warmly as you approached.

"Uh, the bathroom's ready. What side do you want?" You asked, gesturing to the bed.

"Left. Thank you." He spoke before heading to the bathroom and shutting the door.

You let out a heavy yet shaky sigh, clenching your hands before heading to your bed and getting on your side. You nuzzled deep into your pillow, pulling the blanket over you as you curled up. You were still nervous, but you were a different type of nervous. You were beginning to regret asking Steve to sleep in the same bed as you.

The bathroom door opened and Steve walked out, wearing his tank top and sweats. Hesitantly, he walked over and sat down on the bed. You felt slightly better seeing that he was nervous too.

"Come on, I'm not going to bite. Neither is the bed." You mumble, as Steve let out a small laugh.

"Mind if I take this off?" He asked, pointing to his tank top, and you shook your head.

"Nah, whatever makes you comfortable." You reply, and in one swoop, Steve's tank top was neatly folded on the floor.

Steve then got under the covers, turning to you on his side, resting his hand under his head as he looked at you, and you, him.

"I see how it is, you gave me the less comfy pillows." He muttered softly, making you chuckle.

"Oh, so now you're complaining?" You teased and Steve rolled his eyes.

You snuggle deeper into the blankets, feeling warm and cozy as Steve sighs.

"Don't fall asleep." You warn him, but Steve just hums, his breath tickling your face from how close he was to you.

He looks back at you, his eyes half-closed. "Hard not to."

"Good night, Steve." You whispered back, closing your eyes.

"Good night, darling."

~~~

The sun through the closed blinds still made its way onto your face. Squinting your eyes slightly, you scooted closer to your pillow. Your nice, very warm, pillow with a heartbeat. Pillow with a heartbeat? You quickly opened your eyes, face to face with Steve's very nice chest. You then felt his strong, warm arm across your waist, the tips of a couple of his fingers under the hem of your tank top, warm against your cool skin. His legs intertwined in between yours, and his deep, steady breathing tickling your neck.

Well, this was one way to wake up. Knowing it was still pretty early out, you simply tried to calm your racing heart and shut your eyes, nuzzling back into Steve’s chest as you quickly fell back to sleep.

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hello! i would like to request chishiya meeting reader who's exuberant during games but gets anxious when wearing a swimsuit at the beach (bc reader's on the heavier side). chishiya helps her feel comfy (but ofc not without being snarky about it). doesn't have to be full of fluff. just chishiya being chishiya. thankssss! 🤗💙

Requested by: Anonymous Title: Swimsuit of doom Warnings: Swearing, mentions of past body shaming, murder, slightly ooc Chishiya Words: 3230

I hope this meets your expectations, I haven't written a request in almost two years, so the writing may be a little rusty. Thank you for the request!

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When everyone had vanished and y/n found herself alone in Tokyo's deserted streets, she had no idea where her life would go from there. She had no idea how much blood and carnage would befall her in the near future; all she knew was that she felt completely alone.

She'd made it this far after witnessing so many people die for the sake of a crappy playing card, but as her Visa's expiration date approached, the fear of death pushed her to play more games, kill more people, and allow the pool of guilt in the pit of her stomach to grow and slowly drown her in its dark depths. She didn't know how long it had been at this point, it felt like it had been weeks, if not months, since she stood alone, now she was surrounded by people eagerly anticipating the start of the new game with only 2 minutes until registration closed. There were a few familiar faces in the crowd tonight, especially Kuina and Chishiya, who y/n had seen several times before.

They were great at games and extremely intelligent, and y/n would be lying if she said she didn't like them. They had formed a kind of friendship because they had seen each other so much, though y/n thought that word was a little strong. They would assist each other in the games and conversed through small talk from time to time, y/n had grown closer to Kuina than with Chishiya, he was a lot quieter than the two of them.  They came from a group called Beach, which was based at a resort not far from the gaming arena, according to Kuina. Tonight, while waiting in the lobby of what appeared to be a hotel, y/n found herself talking with Kuina about the said organisation, which Kuina had been trying to persuade her to join for quite some time.

“I don’t know” y/n sighed, “I do well on my own.” She had always done well on her own and had never needed anyone when she was younger, and she was afraid that if she joined this group, she would lose even more of her freedom than she had already lost the moment she found herself alone. Although the Beach had a serious goal, Kuina had assured her that it was also a place to party and have fun, a place to unwind after the games. This appealed to Y/n, but she wasn't convinced that a good party could compensate for her lack of freedom... However, the company could be enjoyable.  “Kuina, I have already said I do fine on my own.”

Kuina scoffed, crossing her arms over her pale chest, “I’m not saying you don’t” She countered, “You kick ass in the games, everyone knows it. That’s why you should join.” She smirked, “And besides, we could hang out more…right Chishiya?” she asked, turning to her white-haired companion.

“Yeah.” He responded, removing a headphone from his left ear, he often listened to music while waiting for a game. “You’re badass.” He smirked, causing y/n to blush. She knew he was probably mocking her, and Kuina both but she still took the compliment.

“Be real!” she laughed. “You couldn’t care less blondie” Chishiya’s head shot up, glaring at her.

“You could be right, but you’ll never know.” He sassed back.

“You think you’re so clever!” y/n laughed. “I think underneath that hard ass exterior there is a real softie”. Kuina laughed at the statement, teasing Chishiya about the honesty in y/n’s words. Chishiya opened his mouth to, no doubt, throw some snarky remark back at her when that all too familiar dinging sound came. The game was about to begin. The game was called Capture the flag; the rules were simple. There were two teams a green team, and a red team, and the objective was to kill the person known as: “the flag” on the opposite team. You could kill anyone you want, as long as you kill the flagged player your whole team wins. The difficulty: Six of Clubs.

Whatever team lost would get up close and personal with a laser.

There were ten people on each team, and y/n found herself on a team with both Kuina and Chishiya which she was happy about, she didn’t want to kill the only two people she had come to know in this dreadful world.

The three of them soon found themselves huddled in a hotel bathroom; half the time given already gone. Only half an hour remaining to capture and kill the flag, most of their team already dead. Y/n was in the midst of an argument with Chishiya about which one of them should be the one to get the flag.

“I am smaller than you are, easier to hide.” Y/n argued, “And besides I was the one that found the flags location!” Chishiya scoffed.

“Half of those team members are part of the Beach; I know their every move.” He explained, “You have made it clear you don’t want anything to do with the beach. So just sit back and let the grownups do the work.” He growled.

“Was that meant to be a short joke?” Y/n scoffed. Chishiya only shrugged. “Fine, if you let me get the flag…I’ll join the Beach.” She offered, this made Kuina perk up in excitement, begging Chishiya to let her do it.

“I need a female friend.” She pleaded despite the displeased look on her friend’s face. Chishiya sighed, giving into y/n and Kuina’s request.

“But, if we get killed its on you and your stupidity” he said pointedly, “Don’t screw this up.”

“As if” y/n rolled her eyes, “You were the one that said I was badass.” She countered, as she neared the hallway door.

“I regret that.” She heard Chishiya mutter as she left the room, a new surge of confidence filling her chest at the thought of proving the snobbish blonde wrong. She crept softly and quietly toward where she had spotted the flag a while earlier, being careful not to be spotted by anyone on the opposing team that may be sulking around. Her phone chimed in her pocket, signalling 20 minutes left until the end of the game. She had to get to that flag now. The person playing the flag wore a vest corresponding with the colour of their team, while other team member wore arm bands. Y/n was sure she had seen someone in a red vest sneak into a maintenance closet not too far from where she was now. Turing a corner y/n could see the closet at the end of the hallway and was about to advance towards it when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist from behind.

“Hey pretty girl…off for a midnight stroll?” A tall dark-haired male whispered in her ear, she could see his red armband wrapped around his wrist sirens sounding inside her head, she knew she would be killed if she didn't act quickly. Y/n wrapped her left leg around the man's calf and pushed him backwards, taking advantage of the opportunity to push herself out of his grip and trip him. The man collapsed backwards onto the carpeted floor, struggling to breathe once all the air had been knocked out of him. Y/n straddled the man and stabbed him repeatedly with a knife she had hidden in her boot until he was no longer breathing, blood covering him from his neck to torso. It was a gruesome sight that made y/n gag. Y/n stood covered in blood and made her way towards the closet door, where a terrified girl in a red vest had been hiding. It didn't take her long to kill her and win the game. But y/n felt no pride, only guilt.

Y/N stood outside the hotel, holding the game card tightly in her hands, waiting for a car to return the beach members to headquarters. She'd be joining them now, fulfilling her part of the bargain with Chishiya, who hadn't spoken to her since she'd gone to kill the flag. After the game, there were only 5 people left alive, and y/n felt bad about killing the red flag bearer and thus condemning all those people on the red team to death, but it had to be done. She had no desire to die. As the car pulled up in front of them, Y/n had no time to think about her guilt. Chishiya explained the situation to the driver, who welcomed y/n into the vehicle without hesitation. Y/n sat next to Kuina, talking about anything and everything, ignoring to the hole Chishiya was burning in the back of her head as he glared at her. She didn't understand why he was so angry; she had saved their lives and even agreed to join the beach. Blondie should have been happy instead of sad.

Once they arrived y/n was escorted to a man Kuina and Chishiya called: Hatter, who was apparently the leader of this organisation. The moment she stepped foot into the large room where he was waiting for them it was if she could smell the crazy coming off him. He sat with his legs crossed, a girl on each arm, wearing an overbearingly bright dressing gown. Y/n started to heavily regret his decision. But looking back at Kuina who gave her a small thumbs up before Chishiya dragged her out of the room y/n felt as if she owed it to them. She had made a bet after all.

She had sat with Hatter for a while after he had demanded she give him her playing card. Y/n listened to him ramble on about how he had formed the beach and the exact reason for its existence, showing her the wall of cards, pointing out which ones he had collected. He had explained that gathering all the cards could be their way out of borderland and back to the real world. Y/n loved the idea, wanting nothing but to escape back to reality and forget all about the bloodshed she had caused.

But she didn’t agree with all the rules that came along with being a member of the Beach, especially rule number one. She now sat in a room that had been assigned to her, looking at the swimsuit that lay on her bed. Kuina had picked it out, and y/n couldn’t help but cringe at how small the bikini looked, and how much skin she would be showing by wearing it. If she had known she had to wear a swimsuit all the time y/n wouldn’t have made the bet with Chishiya…she should have just let him take over and kill the flag. She began to undress slowly, timidly standing in front of the bedroom mirror. y/n wasn't someone who gave up easily, and she wasn't a coward either. But she was terrified of people seeing her almost naked walking around in the revealing bikini Kuina had chosen for her. She couldn't bear the thought of being scrutinised for the shape of her body.

When y/n looks in the mirror, her gaze is drawn to her curvy waist and thick thighs, which, no matter how hard she tried, always rubbed together. She was disgusted by her almost naked appearance. Y/n had vibrant red hair and even a few tattoos, and when her body was covered, she was one of the most confident people you could ever meet. She felt proud of her appearance, as long as minimal skin was showing. She was powerful and felt powerful. When she was covered. A knock on the door pulled her from her contemplative state.

“Y/n” It was Kuina. “You ready to go to the bar?” She asked.

“Uh…yeah.” Y/N stuttered, “Just give me a minute to wash up.”

“Okay,” Kuina said, “I’ll meet you down there, just follow the sounds of the music!” she giggled, before y/n could hear her walking off down the hall. Y/n turned back to look at the swimsuit laid out on the bed for her. She couldn’t stay up in her room all night, or Kuina would come looking for her. And so, with a heavy heart y/n began to change into her swimsuit of doom.

An hour later y/n had still not left the comfort of her room, now sitting on the floor feeling almost naked in this new black, skimpy swimsuit. She had tried to convince herself that she would be fine, but one look in the mirror and she was sure the swimsuit only made her look bigger, in all the wrong ways. Her thighs were massive, and her arms looked like they were melting off her bones. Although Despite the fact that she was a healthy weight for her height group, y/n was ashamed of herself and her body, having endured years of torment from her friends and family who mocked her weight. Of course, Kuina was unaware of this, and she most likely chose this swimsuit because she thought y/n would look good in it. She had no idea it would end up killing her. Slowly, from the inside out. Another knock on the door sounded and y/n rushed to cover herself with her arms. Afraid that the person could barge in any moment. She assumed it was just Kuina but wasn’t going to take any chances.

“Go away Kuina…I’m not feeling well…” She lied, hoping her new friend would understand and leave her alone.

“It’s a shame you’re a bad liar.” Chishiya said from the other side of the door. “Seriously, you should work on that.” Y/n could practically hear him smirking.

“Go away blondie.” She groaned, not in the mood to deal with the man right now. “I’m not feeling well.” Suddenly the door to the room opened, and Chishiya strode inside, hands buried in the pockets of his white jacket. Y/n gasped, now standing, and trying desperately to cover herself.

“You know your issue?” Chishiya asked, not waiting for an answer, “Your voice gets all high pitched when you lie.” He explained, looking smug.

Y/n, upset that he had just barged in, grabbed a pillow off the bed and threw it at him. “Excuse me, I’m not dressed.” She stressed. “Get the fuck out!”

Chishiya looked confused, eyeing her up and down. This made y/n feel very self-conscious. “You’re in a swimsuit, right?” he asked, y/n nodded. “Then you’re fine.” y/n glared at the white-haired man and demand he tell her why he had come in. “Kuina sent me to get you, she’s a bit too tipsy to make it up the stairs,” he explained. “Now are you coming or are you going to jut lie again.” He asked.

“No..I’m not coming.” Y/n said, still trying to cover herself. “I’m not dressed,” she said. Chishiya remained silent, just staring at her. Y/n sighed. “I am naked and disgusting, not really the mood to go drinking in.”

Chishiya huffed, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. “You can’t be serious.” He stated, “You can’t tell me you, of all people, are embarrassed to go out in a bikini.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” y/n questioned, looking anywhere but his eyes, the floor was way more interesting.

Chishiya shrugged, “You kick ass in the games, you’re not afraid to get your hands dirty…but you’re telling me your afraid of a bikini.” He chuckled, which was a rare occurrence in y/n's brief acquaintance with him, but unlike other times when Kuina and herself would laugh along with him, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. She felt naked in front of him and all she wanted was to be alone.

“Get out,” she mumbled. “Please.” She sniffled, wiping her cheeks as tears streamed down her them. Chishiya  and moved closer to her, reaching out to touch her. This infuriated y/n, and she ended up shoving him. “I said get out!” she screamed, no longer caring about keeping the tears away. “You’re such as ass, get out!” she had finally managed to push him through the door (although he didn’t put up much of a fight) and slammed the door in his shocked face. Y/n slid down the door, burning her face in her trembling arms. In this moment, she wanted to die.

Y/n must have fallen asleep there, because when she next opened her eyes, she could hear a persistent knocking at her bedroom door. It had been about an hour since she had thrown her tantrum and practically thrown Chishiya out of the room, according to the clock on the wall. The knocking continued, and y/n groaned at whoever it was to go away. They ignored her however and kept knocking. Loudly sighing, y/n stood and opened the door slightly so the person outside could only see her head. To her surprise Chishiya was standing there. Upon seeing her he smiled slightly.

“You look like shit.” He stated. Y/n rolled her eyes and went to shut the door when his foot stopped her. “Y/n, wait…I have something for you.” He explained, “Let me in?” he asked. Y/n shook her head.

“No, I just want to be left alone.” Chishiya nodded in understanding.

“Well, at least take this.” He handed her what looked like an old shopping bag. She took it, giving him a questionable look. “I’m sorry I upset you earlier.” He started, “But you shouldn’t be ashamed, you look just fine, and besides…no one will give you more than a glance with the number of topless women around her.” Y/n giggled. “Anyway,” he continued, “I hope that” he points at the bag “makes you feel confident enough to come downstairs and help be drag Kuina back to her room…she’s had a bit too many drinks”

Y/n looked down at the bag in her hand and told Chishiya to wait outside, softly shutting the door. She made her way over to the bed and took a look inside the bag. Inside was what appeared to be black fabric, and upon closer inspection y/n recognised it as one of the jackets Chishiya had worn to a game a few weeks back. Shocked, y/n pulled the jacket out of the bag and slipped it over her shoulders. Although it didn’t cover her whole body, y/n definitely liked the reflection in the mirror a lot more now. Her thighs her still showing, but she could work with that, the jacket fit snugly around her when she zipped it up and definitely made her feel a little more confident. She couldn’t help but notice it smelled like Chishiya, and she certainly wasn’t apposed to that.

Smiling y/n opened the door, where Chishiya was still waiting and lunged at him, giving him a hug, he gingerly returned. “Thank you” she whispered in his ear.

“Sure…” he mumbled pulling away from her. “But I expect to get it back, you can’t keep it.” Y/n nodded slowly following the man down the hall.

“I promise I’ll give it back…once I get my own.” y/n smiled.

Truth be told, y/n never did give that jacket back. And as the two got closer, and eventually became a couple she gradually started a collection of stolen jackets. With Chishiya there Y/n slowly learned that she didn’t need the “perfect body” to be beautiful. Because she had someone to show her just how beautiful she was.

[tarosin]

the great adventures of y/n tommy tubbo jack and ranboo - how y/n made friends with everyone

this is an extra to the great adventures series

requested: yes/no

warnings: cursing

tommy

you were actually friends with tommy when he was streaming to a few viewers, and you even watched as his channel grew. eventually he asked you to mod for him, as he knew he could trust you and because had experience being a twitch mod. he was also the reason you began streaming. as for how you met, you were in the same classes as him in highschool, and since you were the ‘quiet’ person in the class, they sat tommy next to you. honestly, you hated him when you first met him and the feeling was mutual. you didn’t want to sit next to the rather loud teenager and he had no one to talk to anymore as his friends were on the other side of the room.

“do you ever talk?”

“heh?”

“i said do you ever talk...do you always do that”

“do what”

“that fucking HeH.”

“are you mocking me simons?”

“noooo why would i do that...”

“it’s y/n.”

“right, yeah, yeah, i totally knew that.”

“great now please leave me alone i’m trying to work.”

“loser.”

“the fuck did you just say?”

“nothing.”

it was that moment tommy decided he was going to make you just like him, and a few years later that’s exactly what he did. by year 11 you and tommy had grown extremely close. the last day of school arrived a lot earlier than expected, everyone was extremely stressed, no one knew what to expect or what was going to happen. you found yourself hanging around with tommy a lot more as you had no idea if you would both be going to the same college, in september you received a text message that made your night:

tommy: college sent out emails telling you if you were accepted go check

*2 minutes later*

tommy: well?

y/n: i got accepted

tommy: me too

y/n: call me right now

tommy: i’m about to stream..have you ever considered streaming?

y/n: absolutely not

tommy: make an account and stream after me i’ll raid you..make me mod you know how people can be

once college started up, you were slightly nervous the two of you would drift away from each other. however this was far from the case, although you both did different subjects and he was only in on wednesdays, the pair of you would hang out together a lot more. he would be in your streams and vice versa, you would either be in his tiktoks, or you would be the one filming them.

“y/n make a tiktok we can be mutuals.”

“please god no.”

you spent so much time at his house either talking about random things, playing whatever game you could find, or streaming. he dragged you to every meet up he went on, allowing you to meet people such as niki, phil, and, wilbur. you didn’t know this, but he would constantly bring you up in conversations with dream, which eventually lead to you joining the smp in october where you would later be able to meet the likes of jack, technoblade and jschlatt. the only person you didn’t seem to see on the server was his other friend tubbo.

ranboo

you had become friends with scott after being his first twitch mod and when he noticed you started streaming, he was extremely supportive, always raiding your stream once he ended his. today you found yourself bickering with scott because he wouldn’t let you in mcc despite the fact you were ‘the best minecraft player.’

“y/n, i watched you die in minecraft 7 times last night within 5 minutes.”

“oh i’m sorry mr perfect, let me in mcc.”

“no.”

“fine i’ll make my own.”

and that’s exactly what you did..well you tried your best.

you started your stream as soon as scott ended and had him call you on discord after explaining to your chat what you were about to do.

“scott final chance let me in mcc, i’ll settle for access to the practice server.”

“fine.”

“REALLY?!”

“absolutely not!”

“fuck you, ill be in it one day!”

you left the call telling chat you didn’t need that negative energy in your life.

you really have scott to thank for you making friends with ranboo, scott made a tweet explaining what you were doing on stream which caught ranboos eye.

Smajor1995: after not making it into mcc again my good friend @y/n has decided to take it upon themselves to make their own on stream!! ill also be in the stream (if they answer my calls) *twitch link*

ranboo joined your stream and was instantly met with you yelling at scott (again) to let you in mcc.

“IM YOUR TWITCH MOD!”

“i will ban you from mcc!”

“you don’t have the nerve... so he left the call this is bullshit watch me land this water bucket clutch down this ravine so we can find axolotls and build an army.”

*you died*

you pulled your hood over your face before sinking down your chair taking a deep breath.

“FUCK!”

you calmly got back up and looked into your camera.

“i was so close, so very close.. HEY CHAT SCOTT SENT ME A LINK TO THE SERVER!”

a few minutes later you were able to get onto the server, only to be kicked less than a minute later. the reason you were banned being ‘i watched you fail the water bucket clutch down a ravine.’

you continued your build on your server and just spent the rest of the stream talking about anything that crossed your mind, that was until you decided to copy ace race. once finished, you looked into your camera and pulled your microphone closer to you.

“so this is race ace, so scott doesn’t sue me, and basically it’s going to be this course, but i’m going to change a random section practice it every day, not tell anyone it changed. of course i’m going to tell my team we have to win, oh fuck i forgot scott was watching my stream..it’s okay he didn’t hear me he’s too busy planning how he can rig the next mcc.”

ranboo found himself enjoying your content and even noticed you in his chat multiple times.

“just a minute chat i’m just sending an important dm to my mods.”

that’s when you noticed chat paused for a minute after you sent a message, it confused you for a minute before realising ranboo made you a vip on his channel and you decided to do the same for him on your channel, from there you added each other on discord. the pair of you made friends extremely quickly, you were constantly part of his streams as you would call him on discord not realising that he was streaming.

“hi y/n, by the way i’m streaming”

“i just wanted to ask if you knew how to break into a house?”

“....why”

“i locked myself out by accident and my parents are asleep come help me.”

“you are in the uk.”

“okay? catch a flight.”

chat honestly loved you and your friendship with ranboo. the pair of you only met a few weeks ago and you were already acting as though you had known each other for years.

jack

you and jack met for the first time on the smp, which would have been fine, however you met during lore and your characters weren’t exactly the best of friends. once lore had ended, everyone said their goodbyes and left the call. a few moments later you received a discord message from jack asking if you were available to call any time soon. since you were back in lockdown, you had plenty of free time. you arranged a time and date a few days later you called jack, where you had your first proper interaction out of character.

“hello jack!!”

“oh hi y/n i just thought it may be a good idea to get to know each other, well you know considering we’re both on the dream smp.”

“yeah, yeah, i understand what you mean.”

the pair of you ended up getting along with each other, it was slightly awkward for the first 5 minutes of the call, but that was expected since you hadn’t really met jack before and were anxious to call him. however, after that the conversation started to flow and you found out the pair of you had a lot in common making it easy to come up with things to talk about. it ended up feeling as though you were catching up with a friend you hadn’t spoken to for a while.

“has anyone told you your accent is really strong.”

“so is yours, y/n, what the fuck is that supposed to mean.”

“it means your accent is strong, duh.”

jack asked if you’d like to stay in call and join him on the smp whilst he streamed, and you gladly accepted the offer as you really didn’t want to do your college work, and you were enjoying your time with him. a few minutes into the stream jack had killed you several times.

“JACK STOP KILLING ME!”

rather than answering you he just sat laughing. he then went on to attempt to mute him microphone, he failed. however he didn’t realise this, so you sat listening to his plan on how he was going to kill you again. this time you were prepared, you sent a message to tommy telling him to log on along with your location. few minutes later tommy was by your side and helped you kill jack several times for revenge.

“Y/N...TOMMY!!”

“you didn’t mute your mic, so i told tommy you were bullying me.”

“im gonna go...BYE JACK, BYE Y/N, ILL SEE YOU SOON!”

“i can’t believe you.”

“hey you’re the one who didn’t turn your mic off.”

“how did you know?”

“i had your stream on my other monitor.”

“ayeee you watch my streams?”

“...i’ve been a sub for 4 months.”

the two of you stayed chatting and playing for another hour. the pair of you were already so close and you had only met each other the other day. this was just the start of your friendship, soon enough you were in a laugh and the stream ends challenge on his stream, however due to lockdown rules this was done over discord leading to you accidentally leaving the call several times.

“and they’re gone again!”

*4 minutes later*

“SORRY JACK IM BACK!”

“stop leaving y/n!”

“oh i’m sorry, let me just go yell at my wifi to stop cutting out!”

a few seconds later you could be heard faintly in the background screaming at your wifi as it would continue to buffer. as soon as restrictions were over one of the first things you decided to do was go to jacks and stream a laugh you lose where there was a punishment if you were responsible for losing the last heart. however everything was apparently hilarious in person as you would constantly laugh, meaning you were responsible for losing the last heart.

“y/n give me your phone.”

“no.”

“you lost let me tweet from your account”

“fine..”

soon enough your fans and friends with your notifications on received this twitter notification

“y/n: jack is so cool and funny he is also really tall i am not”

tubbo

tubbo was actually the last person you met and made friends with, your community were convinced for some reason that you both didn’t like each other and that’s why the pair of you didn’t talk to each other. this was far from the case you were both waiting for the right time, tubbo was an extremely busy teenager and you didn’t want to interrupt him, and tubbo knew you were currently in a stressful position since you had recently joined the dream smp, also you were still meeting people so he didn’t want to stress you out. this doesn’t mean he didn’t want to be your friend, he actually asked tommy since he had been your friend for at least 4 years what would be the best way of getting to know you.

“mate they hated me when we first met, just talk to them or something. you could have met them the last time i went up to visit you, but they ended up not feeling too good and went back to the hotel room.”

“when are you next coming up?”

“how about next week, and i’ll bring y/n, i really don’t understand why you’re nervous tubbo, it’s y/n they wouldn’t hurt a fly..well hmm.”

“see you next week then!”

a week later tommy dragged you to the train station.

“uh tommy where are we going?”

“...on a train.”

“no way, really? oh my god!”

a few hours later you finally got off the train.

“ill go with my dad to check into the hotel room, do you want to come with us or?”

“i think i’ll go for a walk and stretch my legs.”

“right okay, meet you at the beach later”

you spent a few minutes walking around the beach picking up any rocks and shells that caught your eye, little did you know it would result in you meeting tubbo. once you finished putting your new collection in your pockets you noticed a small crowd of people walk up to someone asking for pictures assuming it was tommy you walked over to the boy, it wasn’t tommy it was in fact tubbo. at first you stayed silent not wanting to really cause attention to yourself. you only spoke up when some people started to make inappropriate comments towards him.

“oh sorry to be a pain guys me and tubbo have plans with tommy in a few minutes, we should go so we’re not late. bye guys.”

you smiled and waved as they walked away. you looked over to tubbo, you could tell he was still pretty anxious about what just happened and honestly if you was in his position, you would react the same way.

“we should probably move from here incase they come back and see you’re still here, are you okay?”

“im feeling better now it’s over..thank you”

“oh it’s no problem i’m, y/n btw.”

“wait you and tommy were still meant to be on the train.”

“the train was actually on time, tommy went to check into the hotel i wanted to stretch my legs, i also wanted to collect some rocks.”

“did you collect enough or did you want more?”

“im not going to say no if you wanna go collect some with me.”

the pair of you walked around keeping each other close incase the people from before returned. half an hour later, the pair of you sat on a bench close to the beach so you could show tubbo everything you decided to pick up, he ended up keeping a rock he liked to have as a memory. tubbo wrapped an arm around you as it was getting cold whilst you watched the sunset.

“tubbo i think tommy forgot about me.”

“you can spend the night at mine, i’ll send him a message to let him know.”

“are you sure?”

“of course!”

“this has to be the most unsafe thing either of us will ever do, we hardly know each other and now i’m staying at yours.”

tommy sent you a message explaining that he didn’t forget, there was a problem at the other hotel and they had to go find another one, but you’ll be fine to stay at tubbos for the night. the pair of you spent the entire night learning as much as you can about the other person. it had only been an evening but you already knew the pair of you would be great friends.

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when they find you sleeping

pairings : Akaashi Keiji, Kozume Kenma, & Ushijima Wakatoshi, all with a Fem!Reader

warnings: probably some swearing but all fluff otherwise 😊

a/n: i love how they just got longer from first to last lol anyways I took a lot of naps this past weekend because it was a long weekend for me so I thought I’d write about it 😊 enjoy! 

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Akaashi could’ve sworn you sounded so stressed on the phone when you had called earlier. He had only imagined the worry in your eyes and he could practically hear you pacing in your room.

“Please?” You begged, gripping the phone to your cheek. “I promise I’ll make it up to you!”

Akaashi sighed, glancing at the clock that was in the gym, calculating how long he figured it would take him to walk to your place, “Fine. I’ll pack up and you better be ready to actually review with me! Not just goof around like last time,” he scolded you gently.

“Mhm! I will!” You told him, a smile in your voice as you hung up. Akaashi just shook his head slightly. The things he would do for you.

It didn’t matter that practice had run late and that he was starving. It didn’t matter that he really wanted to go home, eat something, and go straight to bed. It didn’t matter because the most wonderful person was waiting for him to come over and he would do anything- absolutely anything, to make you smile.

But when he got to your place, he couldn’t help but smirk seeing you on the floor. For someone who seemed so stressed earlier, you didn’t seem stressed now. There you were, on the floor, curled up and using one of your old plushies as a pillow, sleeping the night away. 

The boy just shook his head as he smiled, glancing around the room at the familiar smell of your mom’s cooking. He grinned, knowing that you had saved him a plate because you knew he was hungry, because somehow you always knew exactly what he wanted.

By the time you had opened your eyes from what was supposed to be just a small recharge, Akaashi had licked the plate clean and was going over the study material.

“Hey! You were supposed to study with me!” You whined, rubbing your eyes open with one hand as you swatted at his arm with the other.

“You were supposed to be awake to study with me,” he pointed out with a smile because you were the most perfect being he could ever lay eyes on, even if you had just woke up from a nap.

“Okay okay okay I’m ready, test me!” You asked eagerly, holding up your textbook to him, shaking your head awake so you could concentrate. 

Akaashi just watched you for a moment, that smile of his reaching his eyes as he just looked at you. He asked you some questions, going over some study material and both of you finding it easy to talk things out with someone else there. He watched you as the two of you studied, just glimpses here and there. He loved you, even if he had never said it before, he did. And maybe, if this exam went well, he would tell you.

Kenma couldn’t help but feel just a bit of guilt in him as he found you passed out on his couch. His eyes drifted to the screen on his phone, noting that you had been over for at least 2 hours now and he had only now taken the time to realize where you were.

You had shown up a few minutes early, beaming sunshine and all things perfect like you always did. But even though the two of you had planned this movie night for weeks now, Kenma just couldn’t find it in himself to leave his game yet. “It’s alright, Kenma!” You had smiled, noting his hesitation. “Go ahead and finish whatever level you’re on. I’ll set everything up!”

It wasn’t out of character for Kenma to lose track of time, especially when playing a game, but this time, he felt extra guilty about it. There you were, on his couch, hugging a blanket that you probably brought for you to cuddle under during the movie, with the TV screen now sleeping because it had been too long, and a bowl of popcorn that had gone cold on a nearby table.

Kenma tried to think of what to say when you eventually woke up. He didn’t want to make you mad, because despite his actions in the last few hours, you really were the best thing that had ever happened to him (Kuroo liked to remind him of this all the time). Maybe... he could just go back and keep playing? No that would make things worse... right?

“Ken?” You grumble, sitting up slowly as you notice his presence in the room. He jumped at the sound of your voice, watching you carefully, as if gauging just how upset you were. “Oh! Are you all done now? Can we start?” You asked excitedly, still smiling so wonderfully over at him.

“...You’re not upset with me?” He asked carefully, sitting down next to you slowly.

You gave a small smile and just shook your head, “I knew when I first met you that I was going to love you. Even if that meant waiting on you.” You gave a little laugh at his somewhat stunned face, giving a bit of a whine when you realized the popcorn sitting there. “Damn, I knew I should’ve waited to get it ready. Now it’ll be all cold.”

Kenma shrugged and pulled the bowl onto his lap and tugged you closer to him, “It’s fine, we can always make more. I’m sorry I kept you waiting.” 

You snuggled into him, glad that you didn’t have to imagine him next to you anymore, “It’s alright. But maybe next time, just warn me you’re still playing so I don’t come over too early,” you teased and his cheeks turned red as he nodded.

Kenma wouldn’t be able to tell Kuroo later what the movie was about, even though Kuroo thought he was crazy for not paying attention.

“Who doesn’t pay attention to movies?” Kuroo scoffed.

Kenma just shrugged, looking up at the ceiling as he thought about his night with you. “It’s not that I really like the movies. I just... like being with her.”

“Have you even told her yet?” Kuroo nudged his best friend, raising an eyebrow. “Girls won’t wait around forever, you know.”

Kenma just sighed, knowing his friend was right, but there was just a little something in him that made him wonder if you already knew how he felt. “I knew when I first met you that I was going to love you,”... you hadn’t meant love love... had you? The thought tugged at Kenma’s brain all day long until he had had enough of it. It was starting to effect his gaming at this point because all he could think about was you. That’s it, he told himself with a huff. I’ll tell her today and just get it over with. 

Even though he decided on it so hurriedly, Kenma still gave the words he would say to you a lot of thought. This wasn’t like a game where he could try again later. He had one shot at this... and he wanted it to be perfect.

Ushijima should’ve sent you home. He had tried at the beginning of practice, but he should’ve been more firm. He scolded himself a little internally, shaking his head as he kneeled next to your sleeping body, which was lying on top of a makeshift pillow made from your jacket. You must’ve been so tired after class today and yet, you insisted to Ushijima that you wanted to walk home with him like usual.

“Who is that?” Goshiki had whispered not-so-softly as the rest of the team started to leave the gym.

“Come on, Goshiki. Don’t you pay attention to anything other than volleyball?” Shirabu scoffed in response, glancing at how gentle the giant of an ace was being as he sat down next to you. “That’s the Ace’s girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?” Goshiki repeated, as if he hadn’t ever considered Ushijima having a girlfriend. And he hadn’t. Because Ushijima always seemed so devoted to volleyball, it didn’t really cross Goshiki’s mind that there could be something else.

“Now now, children,” Tendō laughed, wrapping his arms around the boys’ shoulders, grinning proudly, “If you’re going to gossip, at least get it right. Y/N is not Ushijima’s girlfriend yet.”

Ushijima couldn’t care less that the topic of choice for the team was his romance life. He wasn’t even really paying attention as their voices disappeared from the large gym. Although, he had wished they would be just a little more quiet since you were in fact, sleeping.

“Y/N,” he spoke gently, brushing your hair from your eyes slightly. His hand moved to touch your cheek, an instinct that he wasn’t quite sure where it came from, but hesitated and pulled away instead. “Y/N, it’s time to go home.”

You stirred a little at the comfort of Ushijima’s voice, mumbling something as your eyes fluttered opened. “All done?” You asked, a yawn interrupting you half way. 

A small smile tugged at Ushijima’s lips as he watched you, offering a hand to you and helping you stand, “I’m sorry you’re always the one waiting for me,” he apologized gently, rubbing the back of his neck as he watched you pack up your things. 

“I don’t mind, Ushijima,” you beamed up at him. “It’s not like you don’t do things for me,” you pointed out as you watched him grab your bag from you, always insisting that he help you carry things when he walked you home (even if you only had the one item).

The two of you left the gym, the rest of the team still lingering about and everyone wishing their goodbyes. You gave a smack onto Tendō’s arm as he laughed about you falling asleep, teasing you about being a baby who needed a nap.

“Is that really what you get when you’re the ace of Shiratorizawa?” Goshiki was gaping, a little starstruck over you. Sure, he had seen you around before but you just seemed a little too ethereal for him to think of you anything less than an angel.

“No,” Ushijima interrupted before Shirabu could, not even bothering to look at his underclassmen. “She’s one of a kind.”

Reon and Semi couldn’t help but laugh as Goshiki blubbered out an apology, hoping the ace hadn’t thought of his words as rude or anything, but Ushijima just walked away, clasping your hand in his as he said goodbye with you to his best friend. 

You should’ve been more surprised that Ushijima’s fingers were now interlaced with yours but it felt so natural that you didn’t realize that it was such a moment until you got home. The two of you spent the walk home talking about anything on your mind, you even managed to make him laugh a few times with how silly or dumb your thoughts were.

Ushijima gave you a small smile as he handed you your bag at your doorstep. And for a moment, he wondered what would happen if he just told you how he felt right now. But your parents called you inside and you eagerly waved him goodnight, sending him one of those adorable smiles you always seemed to save for him.

So maybe not tonight... but he would come back tomorrow morning with scribbled notes on his hand about things he wanted to say to you and a pastry or two because he wanted his confession to be as sweet as you.

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Let me help you

Pairing:  Alpha! Toru Oikawa x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Hajime Iwaizumi x Omega! Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, Hurt/comfort.

Request: Because I like a bit of hurt/comfort, and I love the idea of an omega depression, I'm curious on how alpha third years on Aoba Johsai (so like Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Mattsun) would do in response to their omega being in an omega depression.

Summary: Because of unseen circumstances, you drop, and you drop hard. How does your alpha help you/redeem himself?

Author’s Note:  Oikawa’s got really long, so I didn’t include Mattsun or Makki. If you wanna request a part 2 I’ll get on it right away!

Requests: Open!

Toru Oikawa

➵ Truth be told, it was kind of his fault. 

➵Right after you both bonded, he immediately seemed to drop any redeeming qualities he had while courting you.

➵He skipped out on dates, stayed later and later at practice, gave the mile to his fangirls.

➵And while you could get over that, the worse thing you realized was when you went to cheer him on at one of his games. 

➵His bond mark was covered with a scent gland bandage and when Iwaizumi noticed it (He knew of your bonding), he sent a worried glance your way.

➵He could practically see the heartbreak from his place on the court. 

➵What was worse was that you didn’t make a scene. 

➵You stood, turned and left. That was it. 

➵ Oikawa was busy doing his pre-game whatever to notice, making the situation even worse.  

➵Iwaizumi wanted to follow you but the whistle of the ref called him back. 

➵ You didn’t want Iwaizumi to follow you anyway. 

➵You felt numb. So, so numb. 

➵Like anything you previously felt-- any longing, or wishing for your alpha-- reduced to a numb buzz that kept your body moving. 

➵You felt like you were on Autopilot. 

➵Toru made it fairly obvious that he wanted your bond mark on display, so why weren’t the same standards held to him? It wasn’t against the rules of volleyball-- several alphas had theirs out on proud display with their omega cheering in the stands. 

➵Was it you?

➵God, you felt so empty. Like your will to live was dripping away. 

➵You felt your omega lay down, whining as they tried to figure out what was wrong. Where did you go wrong? 

➵You barely felt the soft fleece of your blankets as you settled into your nest for who knows how long. 

___

 Toru was lost. You were in the stands during warm-up last game, but was gone by half-time. Okay, fine. Maybe you had to pee. But then you didn’t show up at all after that.  While at the time it took a back burner-- because we all know how Oikawa plays-- it was now front and center. His alpha was on edge and snapped on him twice already, sending sharp throbs of pain to his temples. It had been three days since Toru had seen you, his mate, so Toru could tell that was a big reason for his frustration. But Toru didn’t know why you had been gone for three days. 

If you were sick, why didn’t you text him? Were you injured? Toru didn’t know.  His neck burnt with anticipation at the thought of you in any peril. 

Where were you?

 Shoving his way past a few fangirls, Toru made his way into the gym, racking his brain for any sort of hint. Vacation maybe and you just forgot to tell him?

 “Iwa-chan! I need your-” Toru paused, huffing when Iwaizumi roughly shoved past him. His alpha was on guard immediately, making Toru growl loudly.   “What’s you issue, Iwa? Blue-balled or something?” 

The laugh that left Iwaizumi made even him, the head alpha, shiver. “My issue? What’s yours?! You absolutely destroyed your relationship last game and ask me for help?! What the hell is wrong with you, Oikawa?!”  

Oikawa swallowed. There was no nickname. No sense of friendship in his words. They were straight malice, laced with acidic venom meant to hurt him. 

When Oikawa didn’t immediately answer, Iwaizumi continued. “You make them wear their bond mark for all the world to see, but cover yours up? What in the actual fuck is wrong with you?! How in the hell you got someone like them to glance your way for more than a second is beyond me, let alone bond you; but when you do, you fucking destroy them. You’re a failure of an alpha, Toru Oikawa.” 

Truth be told, Oikawa thought that him covering up his bond mark would save you from trouble. The less people who knew about him being mated the less people to harass you. But he was your alpha. He was supposed to make sure that didn’t happen anyway.  Fuck, Iwa was right. He was a failure. This became evident as more and more things came hurdling back at him.  He didn’t even grab his duffel before he was, quite literally, sprinting out of the gym. He didn’t care who he pushed over. He didn’t care who he snapped at. He didn’t care. He only care about one person and one person alone. 

___

You whined as hunger continued gnawing at your gut. You wanted to eat, really, but you just didn’t have the energy. You didn’t have the will. 

You still felt so numb and didn’t know where to go from here. At this point, it was clear you were in the midst of an Omega Depression, and to be fair-- that scared you. You wanted to spend the evening in your nest, restart and reboot, before talking to your alpha about it the next day. You truly didn’t mean to drop. 

But here you were. The aspect of ...starvation scared you. The aspect of no closure for yourself scared you. Death scared you. But you couldn’t fight yourself to fix it. Couldn’t bring yourself to even lift your head or stay awake for more than an hour. 

The door to your room slammed open, but you didn’t look up. It was probably your guardian coming in to try and get you to eat again. But you wouldn’t. 

Your heart dropped when the smell of burnt plastic invaded your sense. 

“No- no, no, no, no no- Please god no-” Oikawa felt his heart shatter at the sight of you. You looked like you had both feet dangling in the grave, hanging on by a loose root you grabbed onto in a last ditch effort. 

He continued repeating no while running his hands through his hair, already crying before he even set foot in your room.  When he did dare step closer, that was all it took before he was running to you, pulling you in close despite your whines of protest.  His grip on you was bruising, but he couldn’t risk letting you slip. Not again. 

“Please- please don’t leave me.” He sobbed into your shoulder, your own eyes stinging (Dehydration keeping tears from falling).  “I- I can fix this- I can fix us. Fuck- Please Y/N. Please omega, let me help you. Let me make this right!”

Though you didn’t say anything, the grip on his jacket told him all he needed to know. And though it would be a long road to recovery, you and him would conquer it. 

➵ Completely contrary to Oikawa, your drop wasn’t anyone’s fault.

➵Maybe the school systems, if there was blame to be put. 

➵So much had gone on in such a short period. 

➵You and your alpha, along with his team, had been bombarded with practice and paperwork in preparation for the upcoming tournament. 

➵But just because volleyball picked, doesn’t mean school drops off.

➵ You had essay after essay due, Unit exams which would soon fall into Final exams.

➵You and Hajime had barely even seen each other all week.

➵You both still sent each other good morning and good night texts, and if you see each other in the hallway you’ll give each other a quick peck. 

➵Honestly, it was obvious everyone was on edge. 

➵Teachers didn’t care though, they just kept piling on more, and more, and more work.

➵ And volleyball just kept getting closer and closer.

➵You stumbled into the gym with a chirp, trying to sort through the multitude of papers in your arms. 

➵Your back was aching and your arms were strained, but you couldn’t drop them. That would be a disaster. 

➵ The coach sent you a raised brow, offering a hand to help. You waved him off, sitting on the bench with a grunt.

➵Everyone was already sweaty and panting, practice in full swing. 

➵God, everyone looked so tired already. 

➵You could feel the waves of exhaustion.

➵ As they were just in deep in your bones as they were in theirs. 

___

“Did you finish filling out the registry forms?”

You looked up to the coach, nodding slowly before riffling through your papers and pulling out the ones you were looking for. You handed them to the beta, quickly going back to your notes once more. 

You noted the stumbled steps and slowed reflexes, but simply made it a point to emphasize rest with the boys. Maybe a day with no practice would do them more good then practice. 

Hajime was doing well, as usual, somehow keeping his head and energy high. You know he hasn’t gotten much rest either, and you felt for your alpha. Honestly, you just wanted one day with just you and your alpha, where you both could sleep the day away and come back good as new. 

That just sounded glorious. 

“You wouldn’t mind filling out the ref sheets either, would you?” The beta smirked, already handing you the sheets. He knew you had a tough time saying no to people older and/or bigger than you; and had you doing several things that most mangers would never touch.

It was tiring.

You reluctantly took the sheets, already starting on them. The notes you were working on were yanking from under you, the coach reading over them. 

He scoffed at your note of possibly skipping a practice. “Are you serious?” 

“I’m sorry?”

“Take a break?! These boys are on the brink of a skillful breakthrough, and you want to stop them?!” 

You closed in on yourself at the yells, trying to focus on the ref sheets. He continued yelling and berating you for the notes you made. You could feel the teams stares on you, but you also knew they wanted you to learn to stand up for yourself. They had been giving you a few minutes to try and collect yourself and if nothing happened they would step in. 

It only took seconds for you to finally break down, sobbing into your hands as the coach’s yelling reached a breaking point. The team took very time to act then and there. 

Oikawa and Kyoutani were snapping and growling, pushing him back and away from you while Hajime slid onto his knees in front of you, pulling you to his chest and kissing your bond mark. He rocked you side to side, purring and letting you cry. 

You sobbed and sobbed while the coach tried backtracking, but it was too late. The pack was on defense. One of them was in danger and they were going to make sure they all were safe. 

___

You don’t remember falling asleep, but when you wake up, your in Hajime’s arms, which are wrapped tight around your waist. 

Oikawa was on the other side of you, head on Hajime’s thigh, Makki and Mattsun were cuddling together a little to the left of you. Kyoutani was closest to you (He had a soft spot for you, almost like you were another older sister to him). You ran a hand through his hair for a moment before taking a deep breath in and out. The rest of the team was scattered in the puppy pile around you, and the gym was dark. 

In fact, everything was dark. There were chairs propped up by the door, just in case you supposed, and there were jackets littered everywhere. Your heart fluttered at the thought. 

Hajime’s arms subconsciously tightened around you, luring you back into sleep.

You, your alpha, and your pack.

[whatanoof]

Pretty Girl

Bet you guys didn't expect a part 2 to Plaything so soon lmao I know I didn't.

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: The Bad Batch x Reader

Word Count: ~1.1k

Warnings: light spanking, cum-eating, dirty talk, oral sex m! receiving, slight power dynamic(but it's all consensual)

A/N: Part two to a lil drabble that I did a couple of weeks ago that you guys really loved so-- It's Hunter and Wrecker this time around folks.

Here's Part One; and Part Three

“Hunter--!” The head of his cock presses against your leaking pussy, and you turn to catch a glimpse of the clone’s face.

“Ah ah.” Hunter slaps your ass lightly, just enough that you can feel the flesh jiggle with the force of the blow. “Focus on what’s in front of you. I’ll bet Wrecker feels a little unloved right now.” He snaps his hips forward with a feral grin on his face, and it’s a good thing that you’re on your knees right now because you would have collapsed from the way your abdomen spasms with the sudden intrusion.

A strangled yell is pulled out of you and your head sags forward against Wrecker’s thigh. His large hand gently lifts your chin. “Take your time baby, it’s okay.”

You grit your teeth as Hunter grinds against you from the back, lifting your eyes to meet Wrecker’s. He smiles encouragingly, but you can tell that he’s waiting for you. And you’ll be damned if you let Hunter win this little game that he’s playing with your body.

You spit into the palm of your hand and wrap it around his cock. Your hand is dwarfed by his impressive girth and length-- how is this going to fit into your mouth? Hunter pulls out slowly and you choke back a whimper, but you open your mouth and circle your tongue around the head of Wrecker’s cock, wrapping your hand around what you can’t reach.

“Damn you look good like that, pretty girl.” Wrecker smirks down at you, and you keep your eyes fixed on his as you slowly take him into your mouth. “Doesn’t she look good, Crosshair?”

“She’ll look better when she’s cumming on my dick later.” The sniper’s voice sounds from somewhere to your left.

Hunter finds your clit with his thumb and presses firmly against it, “Big promises, Cross. Sure you’re going to be able to follow through?” He rolls his hips forward, and you whine around Wrecker’s cock. Your hips twitch against Hunter’s hand against your will.

“Oh, you can bet on it.” Crosshair’s sneer is evident in his tone, and you inhale sharply Wrecker hits the back of your throat.

Wrecker exhales forcefully as you take him down as far as you can, “Oh yeah, pretty girl. Just like that.” His hand plays through your hair, encouraging you onwards without taking control. “Think you can take the whole thing?”

“She took Echo’s all the way.” Tech pipes up from your right, and his face appears just beyond Wrecker’s body. His goggles are strapped across his face and clearly recording, but you wish he would take them off. He has the prettiest eyes. “Wrecker is a bit longer and much thicker. She’ll have to work for it.”

Hunter rocks back into you, effortlessly bottoming out again with the smooth motion. “You could always help her along too.” He swats your butt again, and you yelp. “Our pretty girl needs a little encouragement sometimes.”

“Nah, she’s got it on her own. Right baby?”

You lift your eyes to meet Wrecker’s, lips still wrapped around his cock. Rather than answer you press forward, carefully relaxing your throat and trying to breathe through your nose as Wrecker fills your throat. He groans, deep and rumbly in the bottom of his chest. His dick disappears into your mouth inch by inch, until your nose is almost touching his groin. Victory fills your chest, but you lose focus.

You gag. Less than an inch to go, and you choke. You pull off of Wrecker, vision blurred completely by tears. You cough violently, bending over with a hand supporting your weight on Wrecker’s thigh. The clone immediately bends over, hands pulling your hair out of your face and patting you on the back.

“You did good, pretty girl.” Wrecker’s massive hands are so capable of destruction and power, but they’re tender and gentle as he soothes you.

You wheeze gently, blinking away the tears from your vision. Hunter has stopped thrusting, and you look over your shoulder to find him watching you with a sharp gaze. Despite all of the ribbing and rough play, there’s a gentle question in his gaze. You nod once. He jerks his chin in understanding before pressing forward into your heat.

Wrecker tilts your chin up, “It’s okay. We’ll work up to it.”

Echo chimes in, “And that was hot, watching you choke on his dick. Tech got that on tape too.”

You nod, panting as Hunter rocks forward into you, setting a rapid rhythm that sends the obscene sound of slapping flesh through the room. He hits that spot inside of you that Tech was abusing earlier, the one that makes your toes curl and your heart stutter. A ragged moan is torn out of your throat, and you sag forward with a whimper, resting your head on the cool metal of the table.

A large hand wraps around your wrist and drags your hand up to wrap around Wrecker’s cock, but you can’t gather yourself to see whose hand it is because Hunter’s--

He swivels his hips--where did he learn to do that-- and everything within your abdomen is drawing up tight and good and--

You come hard, so hard that your vision all but dissolves into white light. Your hands slip back to slap against the table, your knees shaking as you spasm on the metal in full view of the five members of Clone Force 99 and Tech’s camera.

You gasp as you come down from your high, whimpering when you feel Hunter pull out. Wet sounds come from his general area, and you hear him grunt as he comes. The warm streaks splatter over your lower back. Wrecker hums low in his chest, and you look up.

“Sit up for me, pretty girl?” There’s a pleading question in his eyes, and you obey in a hurry.

He cums over your chest with a series of groans, covering your breasts in white ropes of cum. You gaze down at the mess over your body, and use your fingers to scoop some of Wrecker’s cum into your mouth.

Appreciative murmurs sound through the room and you look up. All five of the men are staring at you, and the mess over your body with a wide range of emotions scattered across their faces. Echo’s little ‘o’ face is back, his eyebrows raised in slight shock. Crosshair looks thoughtful as he scans your body with all of the intensity of a circling hawk. Wrecker is grinning. He hasn’t moved from his position directly in front of you, softening cock forgotten in his hand. Hunter is tucking himself back into his blacks as he leans against the wall, smirking like the tooka that got the cream. Tech has finally taken off his goggles, and he looks disappointed.

“What’s wrong, Tech?” He looks at your face. Damn, his eyes really are gorgeous.

“I didn’t get that last part in the video.”

A/N: Don't worry, our favorite grumpy sniper is next

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