#no energy so sorry bout the short response

[anadorablekiwi]

Hugs ❤💛🤍💙💚 love ya kiwi /p

Ty

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

I don't know if I've requested this before, but here:

OKAY, so if this is too heavy of a topic I am so sorry, but hear me out! Romantic Yandere erasermic with a darling that has depression, now the depression has been around for a long time and was NOT caused by them, but being kidnapped has made it worse. And their darling has depressive episodes that can get so bad that their darling wont want to eat, drink, shower, brush their teeth, or change clothes in the morning, and sometimes it takes threats of a punishment to get them out of bed in the morning. I suffer from depressive episodes like that, so I was wondering what Mic and Aizawa would do if they saw their Darling suffer like that?

If that's too heavy of a topic, then how about romantic erasermic, and their darling actually escapes, but their darling has so much trouble adjusting back to a normal life that like, a month later they come back sobbing and literally begging to come back home with them?

Its not to heavy darling

I think because its so heavy its nice to address it

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

“Did you eat today?”

“...”

“(Y/n)! Did you-”

“Okay! I did! I did, alright. Chill out.”

“...Did the thing you eat actually have any protein value? Or was it just some cubes of ice you were pretending was an actual snack.”

“....”

“Kitchen. Now.”

When Shouta and Hizashi finally migrated you into their home they knew you were struggling. It's what made them so worried. They expected that for the first month this behavior would increase and they’d be wary of it. But after three months had passed without you attempting to escape or even enjoy the autonomy they allowed you to have they were worried. 

What worried them even more was your growing dissonance to the punishments they put in place to make you move. The first time the second Shouta suggested actually breaking your legs since you want to stay in bed all day, you snapped right up avoiding the bed like the plague until the end of the day. The next time though was not nearly as responsive:

“Can I at least have some painkillers?”

They eventually shifted their already solid schedules to take time to encourage you to actually function. Sometimes taking you into the shower themselves, spoon feeding you, or even brushing your teeth. 

They’re definitely not letting you go. If you thought your depressed doll state was going to scare them off, think again. They up their game in engaging with your hobbies because of course they know them already. Even with your short bouts of energy to indulge they praise your advancements. If you like ranting about a show or movie they will sit down and listen to you for hours. Or if you like to bake or cook they make it a challenge for you; “Tomatoes, sun chips, sour cream, and caramel! Make it work!” Even if you end up creating an abomination they’re cheering you on and shoving it down their throats. 

If you can’t muster the energy or the drive to even look at the things you love they go with a more primal tactic. 

You hear the door to your “room” creak open. You don’t bother to open your eyes as you hear the determined footfalls of one of your captors. You expected to be lightly shaken awake or being carried out of bed (Shouta). Only to hear that the steps stopped at the foot of your bed, you figured that this was just some new way to wake you up. What you weren’t ready for was the rising of the covers and the heat of another person crawling to you. Without moving your head you watched the bubbling of the comforter move closer to your lower half. You stayed still, mostly in shock as large calloused hands gilded softly up your leg to your waist. You began to squirm a little as those same hands began to flutter and pinch at the puffy fat underneath your skin.

“H-hey! Hold on–whoa!”

The tickles and touches that were just playfully occupying your waist had propped your butt up before pulling off your undergarments, leaving you completely bare. Because of your position you weren’t able to kick at your assailant settling to just bucking your hips in a desperate attempt to get loose. Your plan backfired, where one of your thrusts was made to create distance only enticed the face of whoever it was into the clutch of your genitals. You stopped realizing that you were the one who instituted the lewd act only to feel that same presence move towards you once again. 

“AeAe–Is that y-your tongue-? Ahh~!”

You couldn’t focus on anything as the growing heat of this person’s tongue just kept lapping at your sopping privates. Your only solace was the tight hold you had on the sheets; practically pulling it off the mattress as you involuntarily bucked. 

“Feeling better now?”

The gruff and sultry voice of Shouta tickles your ear,  being lightly rubbed at by the scruff on his chin. You were so occupied with who you could only assume to be Hizashi you couldn’t focus on the entry of the other. Feeling overheated and overwhelmed you leaned into the hero, moaning into his mouth as you reached your climax. Coming down from your high you rested your head on the naked chest of the man beside you; just barely registering the kisses peppered from waist to just below your chest. 

“Did you know *kiss* we’re studying anatomy *kiss kiss* with the kids?” “He’s right.” Shouta began to hold your face up to his, kissing your forehead.” Especially endorphins *peck* and oxytocin.” 

“All of which come from…hehe~good times.” Finally appearing from beneath the cover of your comforter resting his head on your upper abdomen. His beady eyes glow a devious yellow-green staring straight into yours. Spooked, you turn to the piercing crimson gaze of Shouta as he continues. 

“Depression doesn’t let you enjoy yourself, whether it's actually loving yourself…” The man that was previously covered crawled to your unoccupied left forcing you to stare into his loving gaze. 

“...or loving the things you love…”

“But lucky for you we have you…”

“We love you and we’ll gladly help you fight this.”

“Yes it’s our vow to keep our kitten healthy by all means necessary…” 

A new hand cold and just as big caressed downward before resting over the space between your legs. What felt cold seconds before once again began to heat up and that familiar wetness returned. 

“Even if it means forcing your body to get with the program.” The radio star’s voice snickered into your ear as he trailed his hand over your nipples giving one a squeeze. 

“We’ll love you, (Y/n) even when you can’t.”

“You’ll move because of us, canary.”

“You’ll sing again because of us.”

“We’ll do everything for you (Y/n)!”

“Even loving you.” 

“Even when you can do it yourself.”

“Because you're ours.”

[ezraspiderwick]

family recipe

Javi takes care of you when you're sick

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Word count: 500

Rating: Teen

Warnings: sick fic (reader is sick with tonsillitis)

A/N:  Guess who has tonsillitis? 😔✌️ I'm feeling a little better than yesterday so I figured I'd write a short comfort fic with one of my favorite boys, hope you enjoy it! 

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There was a soft knock on the door, followed by your name being called, and when you didn’t answer there was the sound of keys jingling. Laying on bed in a half-asleep, half-awake state you knew who the person on the other side of the door was, the only person you trusted enough to give a copy of your keys to, Javi. A couple of seconds later his steps resonated on the apartment, had you had a little more energy you would have made an effort to fix your hair or maybe gather the insane amount of tissues scattered throughout the room.

When you turned around you saw him leaning against the door’s frame. “Hey, hermosa.” Javi’s voice was soft and gentle and it soothed you. You admired the man for a moment, he looked as if came here in a hurry, little droplets of sweat covering his skin.

“Shouldn’t you be at work?”

“Steve will call me if something interesting happens.”

“Still, you shouldn’t be here, the doctor said this is highly contagious,” you weakly protested but he kept on smiling.

“I’ve faced worse than a simple flu.”

“Tonsillitis. Acute tonsillitis.”

“I’ve faced worse things than acute tonsillitis,” he corrected. The dimple on his cheek made an appearance as he moved to the window and opened the curtains just the right amount for light to come in without your sensitive eyes complaining. He disappeared for a second and came back with a glass of water in one hand, a pill in the other. Sitting next to you he handed you both items. “Drink this.” Once you did he placed the glass on the nightstand and brushed the hair out of your forehead.

Going to the restroom he retrieved a cold wet cloth that he placed on your forehead.  “Is there anything else you need me to do?” He asked while going back to combing your hair with his fingers.

“Tell me a story?”

“Okay,” he stayed silent for a couple of seconds before clearing his throat, “have I told you ‘bout the time I broke my arm as a kid because a sheep kept chasing me?”

You giggled a little while muttering a quiet no, which was the only encouragement he needed to proceed with his story.

The pill was making you sleepy and halfway through the story you stopped listening and just enjoyed the sound of Javi’s voice and his presence next to you until you eventually fell asleep.  

When you woke up there was a nice aroma in the air. You called for Javi but there was no response, so you sat up a little and found that your room had been cleared of all the scattered tissues, and the clothes that were previously on the floor, had been neatly folded on the chair. On your nightstand, you found a bowl of soup, which is still warm, with a note next to it. It was Javi’s handwriting.

Sorry Hermosa had to go but I’ll be back later to check on you. Enjoy the soup, family recipe.

Yours, Javier.

Placing the bowl on your lap you took a spoonful of the soup and were pleasantly surprised when the flavors melted in your tongue, it was delicious. After finishing it, you placed it aside and went back to bed, hoping Javi would be by your side when you woke up.

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Taglist: @sunflowersturn​ @littlemisspascal​ 

[im-in-vin-ci-ble]

Hello~ Can I request a Mark x fem reader who’s a lot like starfire and is very Powerful close to omni man and is also an alien princess but she lives on earth and they go to the same school and she’s also a solo hero who one day sees invincible fighting off a tough villain with the teenteam but is losing so she steps in to help and he recognizes her and starts getting all nervous since he has a crush on her and then after that they introduce themselves get to know each other and eventually work they’re way up to mark confessing and she says yes :3

(If possible can it be a slow burn im a sucker for slow burn tropes and stuff 😤)

A/N: I gotchu, this bout to be a lil long 😮‍💨 making the fem!reader a little more human, figured since she’s in an actual school for humans she’d need to adapt to the humor/culture so she doesn’t get suspicious

Pairing: Mark Grayson x Fem!Reader

Rating: M, some swearing and gross monster guts

Warnings: N/A

Summary: Mark is finally joined in battle by an alien princess who has caught his attention. Turns out she goes to the same high school, and if he can throw around 150-pound monsters across the street, surely he can confess his true feelings to a girl... right?

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?!" Rex Splode yelled as he wobbled up off the ground. "We've been on this thing for hours and it only has one damn cut!"

"Calm down Rex," Atom Eve said from behind, "You're gonna get even more tired from yelling."

The two watched as Dupli-Kate attempted to distract the scaly kaiju, replicating herself second after second to give space for Invincible to hit the monster by surprise. The kaiju's screech echoed throughout the city and shook the foundations of the surrounding buildings, forcing Rex, Atom Eve and Robot to move aside and save however many civilians they could.

"Invincible," Dupli-Kate shouted, "I can't keep up much longer!"

A sonic boom overcame the surrounding noise and Invincible appeared from the clouds. Dropping in at maximum speed, the young superhero balled his hand into a fist and took a deep breath. A loud battle cry escaped his mouth but it was cut short as the kaiju's heavy arm slapped him away just in time, throwing him through destroyed buildings until he landed on the pavement.

Out of breath, dizzy, and in a serious amount of pain, Invincible laid on the broken road for a second to regain his strength. The wind softly blew down on him as he focused his sight on a contrail leading towards him, and he watched as a girl in purple land right next to him.

She bent down and held him upright, "Invincible, are you okay?"

"Mmhmm," Invincible croaked with a defeated smile, "Totally fine."

His sight reverted back to normal and the first face he saw shocked him alive. It was her. They never talked in school and he was almost sure she didn't know his real name, but here she was, basically cradling him in her arms and calling him Invincible.

So she knows who I am. At least with the suit.

"Come on, that kaiju is about to be destroy the entire city," she said, helping him get back on his feet and flying away to the seemingly unbeatable figure.

He huffed, "Stay cool, Mark. She's here to help," and he followed suit.

This marked the first time he really interacted with the new superhero; he'd only ever see her on TV or read about how she saved people on the newspaper. He'd be lying if he said he didn't find her attractive — as do most guys his age — but watching her blast the kaiju with the green bursts of energy from her hands made her only even more appealing.

Invincible regrouped with the rest of the Teen Team. "I don't know what else we can do to this thing," Atom Eve admitted.

"I do," the girl spoke up. "Distract it as best as you can but stay far away from the stomach. When I tell you to take cover, make a run for it."

Robot replied, "That seems highly dangerous."

"Let's do it," Invincible quickly replied in a high-pitched voice.

Everyone looked over at him, surprised at the sudden change in his voice and just how fast he reacted in agreement. 

"Uh, it's a good plan," he nodded, causing the girl to shoot a warm smile his way. "I definitely think we should do it... if all of you... uh, think, we should."

Exhausted and out of options, the rest of the group followed her orders and took different corners of the monster. Dupli-Kate handled one leg, Rex Splode handled the other, Robot and Atom Eve took the arms, and Invincible went back to the head. The kaiju struggled to keep its focus on just one of the heroes, and while it remained preoccupied, the girl absorbed all the energy she could muster and flew straight for the stomach.

"Take cover, now!"

Invincible and the Teen Team moved away and they watched as the flying hero's eyes opened in a bright shade of neon green, both her arms extended out as a large ball of green formed around her hands. The rays exploded right through the kaiju and it shrieked in pain as she briefly disappeared into the stomach. The kaiju lost balance and slowly fell forward as the girl, her eyes still green, appeared on the other side and harshly fell down on the ground.

The kaiju landed on the street with a loud boom and the group ran towards the girl who was now covered in parts of the kaiju's digestive system.

"Okay, that's kinda gross," Rex Splode commented, to which Dupli-Kate quickly responded, "Shut up."

Invincible dropped down on his knees and wiped the blood and guts off her face. Subtly admiring her facial features up close, he couldn't believe (and almost felt stupid) that he never recognized her despite the fact that he almost saw her everyday.

The girl groaned in agony softly shook her head, her eyes fluttering open to the sight of Invincible's dark hair, goggles and yellow mask.

"Hey, hey," he whispered, "Are you alright?"

She sat up and hissed at her injuries, holding her head with her bloody hand. "Mmhmm," she gently nodded with a half smile, her eye one still shut. "Totally fine."

---

Mark had a hard time focusing on school. His body ached from yesterday's injuries and he suffered a few bruises from literally tearing through buildings. He made his way to his locker and rested his head on the metal door, dreading the fact that he still has an entire afternoon of classes to go. Closing his eyes in hopes to quickly recharge, his moment of peace was disrupted when a shoulder rammed into his chest and several books landed right on his toe.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry," a voice exclaimed.

Mark's head snapped up at the sound of the voice. It's her. He momentarily froze and watched the girl bend down to pick up her things, and when he finally regained movement a split second later, he also bent down to help her out. He kept quiet as he tried to think of the coolest possible response to make her think that he was actually the coolest guy in school, but all he could think of was how heavenly and badass she looked yesterday.

"Thanks," she said as he handed her the book. "I hope your foot doesn't bruise."

They both stood up and he shot her a nervous smile. "T-totally fine," he replied, clearing his throat afterwards.

She crossed her brows at his response and nodded, and a look of suspicion replaced her worried demeanor.

"I'm Mark, by the way," he cleared his throat again and reached out his hand, "Grayson."

"Mark... Grayson, huh?" she responded, scanning his face as her suspicion grew. Her eyes finally landed on the hand that was waiting, and she took one last look into his eyes before deciding to shake it. "I'm Y/N," she introduced herself with a skeptical smile, feeling his sweaty palm wrapped around hers. "I'll see you around, Mark Grayson."

She walked away and Mark's eyes followed her trail as far as he could see. He quickly pulled out his phone to send a text to Eve, who was actually watching their interaction a few classrooms down.

"Mark," Eve called out as she moved towards him. “So I’m assuming...”

"You knew?” he asked her in disbelief. “Why didn't you tell me Y/N was a superhero? I just introduced myself to her as Mark Grayson and I'm almost positive she knows I'm Invincible."

"First off, it's not my secret tell," she answered with a shrug. "Second, you guys didn’t trade secrets or whatever?”

Mark shook his head in a panic, "No, but I'm guessing she also knows that I know her secret the same way I know she knows my secret." He rested his forehead on the locker door once again and groaned, "Ugh, I'm so into her, it isn't even funny. And this whole superhero thing just made it even more awkward."

Eve laughed, "Look, I'm not going to force her to tell you if she isn't up for it, but if you want, I can ask her to hang out with us later. Maybe — emphasis on maybe — my presence will make her comfortable enough to admit who she is."

"Okay, okay," he sighed, turning around to rest the back of his head. "My insides are dying."

"After the kaiju yesterday, be thankful you don't mean that in a literal sense."

---

Where in the hell is Eve?

Mark pulled out his phone for the third time in 10 minutes. Still no call or response from Eve to his text. He was getting evidently nervous; his palms were sweaty again and it felt like someone turned up the heat in Burger Mart. His left leg jerked up and down in anxiety as he stared at his phone, looking at the seconds on the clock icon tick by. If he were left alone with Y/N, he'd have no idea what to say. What does she like? Should I bring up the kaiju yesterday and praise Invincible? No, she'll just think I'm full of myself.

"Hey Mark."

He jolted and saw Y/N standing by the corner of the booth. "Hi!" he replied in that irritatingly high-pitched voice. Mark's heart began to race and the thoughts in his head ran wild. "Um... Have a seat. Sorry Eve isn't here yet, she actually hasn't answered my calls or my messages. Teenage girls, huh? What can you do?"

She crossed her brows again and chuckled, "That's fine, we can wait for Eve. But I think I'm more concerned about you."

"What do you mean?"

Y/N chuckled again, "You seem... nervous.”

He faked an obnoxiously loud laugh, “Me? Nervous?”

She watched him from across the table in silence, waiting for him to regain his composure.

When Mark couldn’t hear Y/N laughing with him, he finally shut up and shook his head. “Yeah, I am nervous, sorry,” he admitted, shutting his eyes tight. 

She giggled, “Totally fine.”

Hearing her say those two words calmed his racing heartbeat. A smile crept on his face and she reciprocated, their eyes locking for a few seconds before both their phones buzzed.

“Oh, I just got a text from Eve,” Mark said. 

“Me too.” She opened the message and began to read it out loud, “Sorry, can’t make it tonight. Something came up.”

“Have fun, you two,” he followed, his voice faltering. He placed his phone, screen down this time, back on the table and sighed, “Sorry, guess you’re stuck with me. That is, if you do want to stay and... hang out, and stuff.”

"Why wouldn’t I?” she replied, her warm smile easing Mark back into a relaxed state. “It’s nice to have a friend who...” she trailed off, “understands.”

“Understands what?” he asked.

“This thing people like us call life,” she answered. “You know, it took me a long time to acclimate here. I didn’t think I ever would, then I met friends who made this place feel like home. And home is a feeling I hadn’t felt in a really long time.”

Mark rested his elbows on the table and leaned in closer, “Well, I’m always here. You know, a-as a friend... or an acquaintance, even. I don’t, I don’t want to push it.”

Y/N giggled again, “You’re a funny man, Mark Grayson. This planet is lucky to have someone like you.” She reached out and held his hand, “And I’m even luckier to have you as a friend, or an acquaintance.” 

He felt the heat rush to his face and he could swear his heart nearly jumped out of his chest. The afternoon flew by in a hurry as they engaged in lengthy conversations, fatty fast food, and childhood stories. While Mark was open to sharing every tiny detail — down to the color of the bleachers at the park where he played little league — Y/N kept hers pretty vague, leaving out descriptions of family members and even the places where these stories happened. 

Mark’s phone buzzed again, but the vibrating pattern indicated it was a phone call. He turned the screen over and saw the unknown number; it was time to suit up.

“Shit, I’m sorry Y/N, but I need to go,” he said in a rush. “I have a... uh, an emergency.”

You couldn’t have thought of anything more specific?

“It’s cool. Um, don’t worry about it,” she said, shaking her head with her eyes glued to the vibrating phone. 

Mark’s one leg was already out the booth before he decided to finally just go for it. Sitting back down with his now quiet phone in his hands, he took a deep breath.

“Y/N, I think you’re really cool. Can I maybe, like, call you sometime, or something?”

Her lips formed into smile that extended to her eyes, and it was enough for Mark to melt a little. “Of course. Yeah, sure,” she replied in excitement and typed down her number on his phone. She handed it back, “Now you know how to reach me if you’re getting your ass whooped again.”

His mouth fell open as his shaky hands grabbed his phone. “Wait—”

She smoothly slid out of the booth, “See you later, Invincible,” she winked, “Don’t get killed today.”

---

Luckily for Mark, no one got killed today. Maybe a few wounds here and there, but nothing painful enough that will land him in the GDA hospital. After spending an hour in the shower, he finally managed to lie down on his bed and rest his body. He sank into the mattress and closed his eyes, taking in the seconds of undisturbed peace that have become rare moments since he got his powers. 

As he replayed the events of today’s fights in his head, his mind drifted off to the hours he spent with Y/N. He pulled out his phone and mustered the courage to press the dial button, and the repeating sound of the ringing was making his pulse race. 

“Hello?”

“Oh good, you didn’t die today.”

Mark chuckled and sandwiched his hand between his head and the pillow. “It wasn’t that bad today, just took a few hits,” he explained. “So listen, Y/N, I was wondering, uh—”

She cut him off, “What are you doing right now?”

“What?”

“What are you doing right now?” she repeated.

“Um, nothing, just getting some rest” he sat up and looked around. “Why?”

“If you’re not too tired, do you maybe...”

Mark smiled, “Maybe...?”

“I don’t know, sneak out? My roof is pretty comfortable.”

Silently fist pumping, he fully stood up and nodded, “Text me the address.”

Just as quietly as he exited his room via the window, he softly landed on Y/N’s roof. Swiftly flying up and greeting him, she took the place next to him and crossed her legs. 

“You’re right, your roof is pretty comfortable,” Mark said.

She chuckled at his remark then noticed a gash by his right temple. Her brows furrowed in worry, “You have a wound,” she said, making sure not to touch it.

“Don’t worry about it,” he replied, softly holding her hand and placing it back down with his. “Totally fine.”

Those words brought her some sense of comfort as her eyes softened, causing her to unconsciously squeeze his hand. Mark’s eyes widened and he looked down at their tangled fingers, frozen for a moment.

“Is this... okay with you?” he asked.

She nodded. “Wanna lie down? Since my roof is so comfortable?” she asked with a smirk.

“Sure,” Mark chuckled, removing his hand from her’s and stretching his arm out as they lied down. Y/N rested her head on his shoulder, keeping her eyes up at the stars.

“Hey Mark?”

“Yeah?”

A moment of silence.

“Thank you for coming.”

He looked down at her as she met his eyes, “You’re welcome.” 

The two shared a smile, and Mark took a deep breath as he prepared himself for the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

It’s now or never, Mark. Now or never.

“Watching you kick ass yesterday was... really a sight to see,” he began. “You’re powerful and strong, but more importantly, brave. And you’re so fucking beautiful and kind and smart and...” Mark trailed off, sighing, “I never thought I would be in this position — with you next to me in a very comfortable rooftop under the stars.”

“Mark...”

“And I really like you. Like, really, really like you.”

“Mark.”

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, but I just wanted to let you know. It’s important that you know—”

“Mark,” she cut him off. “I like you too. A lot.”

He breathed a sigh of relief and covered his eyes with his free hand. “Oh thank god. Thank god!” he exclaimed.

Y/N shushed him, “You’re gonna wake up the neighborhood, Invincible.”

“Sorry,” he giggled quietly, “I got excited.”

She laughed and faced her body towards him. They locked eyes again, and Mark didn’t know if it was gravity or just the adrenaline that pushed him, but he finally leaned down and met her lips. Static ran through his body as he deepened the kiss, and he felt an excitement that was even more exhilarating than the first time he flew.

She pulled away and Mark ran his hand through her hair, resting his hand on her cheek. “How was that?” he asked.

She smiled gently and placed her hand over his, “Totally fine.”

[agaypanic]

The Fella Part 3 (James Maguire X Quinn!Reader)

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Summary: The girls found themselves in a bigger mess than they expected, involving exams, a dog, and a priest.

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“I just can’t get my head around it. The fact that he’s gone.” Erin sniffled as she gazed down at a framed picture of her grandpa and a dog on his lap. “Forever.”

“It’s so sad, it really is. It’s so, so sad, but at the same time, what’s done is done, so let’s crack on.” Clare chugged an energy drink and focused back in on her history book. The girls and James were at the Quinn’s house to study for an exam that was coming up very soon.

“Oh, so sorry, Clare.” Y/n looked up from her book. “Has his sudden, tragic death interrupted your studies?”

“It has a bit, actually.”

“How can you be so heartless?” The girl sniffled. James patted Y/n’s shoulder.

“Don’t cry, Y/n. He’s in a better place now.”

“Unless he’s not.” Michelle paused, looking at her friend before continuing. “Unless he’s gone to hell.”

“Oh, god.”

“You know what, can we talk about something else? This is wrecking my head.”

Y/n looked closer at Michelle, noticing something was off.

“Have you been drinking?”

“My question exactly.” Erin added on.

“Yes, I have.” Michelle declared. “And for future reference, if any of you invite me to a study sleepover again and I’m desperate enough to accept that invitation, there’s a good chance I have a bottle of Pernod in my bag.”

“Jesus, Michelle, it’s like you’re wishing for death.” Y/n sighed before trying to read more text.

“We shouldn’t even have to sit the exam.” Erin stated, still staring at the picture. “On, you know, compassionate grounds.”

“He was a dog, Erin!” Clare shouted.

“Toto was more than a dog, Clare!” Y/n shouted in response. “He was our best friend! They call dogs a man’s best friend for a reason and he was the best of the best!”

“Christ, I feel a bit boak-y.” Michelle groaned as Clare stood up. She made her way to the window and opened the curtains. The girls and James were instantly blinded by bright sunlight.

“Sweet sufferin’ Jesus, it’s the morning already!” Clare paced around the room. “What are we gonna do?”

“Well, maybe we could start with calming the fuck down.” Michelle hissed.

“Calm down? We’re still on William of Orange, Michelle! We haven’t so much looked at the famine!”

“They ran out of spuds, everyone was going ballistic.” Y/n started flipping through pages. “There! We looked at it.”

“Well, I can’t tell my rebellions from my risings.” James commented.

“And who’s fault is that?” Michelle asked. James looked confused. “If your lot had stopped invading us for five fucking minutes, there’d be a lot less to wade through! English prick.”

“As if he could fucking control that, Michelle. How ‘bout you take another sip of Pernod and calm down.” Y/n groaned.

“Way ahead of you.”

“What’s happening to me?” Attention was brought back to Clare who was staring at her shaking hand that couldn’t properly hold her pencil. She finished her energy drink and threw it over her shoulder into a pile of previous cans that she had drank.

“There’s quite a lot of caffeine in those, Clare.” James stated, looking at the pile. Y/n leaned over and grabbed a can.

“Over seventy milligrams per can…” The girl trailed off as she looked up worryingly at her friend. “I’m not exactly sure what a milligram is, but I think you’ve had a lot of ‘em.”

“How many have you had?” James asked. Clare���s eyes darted around the room.

“I don’t know. Five? Twenty three?”

A short silence fell over the room. Y/n looked at the scrambled notes she had taken during the night.

“We’re so fucked.”

The kids packed up, realizing there was no use studying any longer. They retained no information and weren’t even halfway done with the text that was supposed to be covered. The girls and James got dressed and went downstairs into the kitchen, where the Quinn family ate and fought. The fighting mainly came from Y/n’s dad and grandpa.

The fighting stopped as the the kids made themselves known. Grandpa Joe looked at James, who was looking to grab a piece of toast.

“You stay over too, son?” 

James looked up, a little surprised that someone was actually talking to him.

“Yes, I did. That’s correct, sir.” He responded nervously.

“What, in your room?” The question was directed at Erin who was busy eating toast.

“We studied in my room, actually.” Y/n mumbled. The look that Joe had on his face made it seem like he was going to have a heart attack.

“Have you nothing to say about this?” He slightly yelled at Y/n’s father before turning back to her. “Look, love, I know the fella’s gay-”

“I’m not gay.” James interjected.

“Gay or not-”

“Who said he was gay?” Y/n asked.

“He’s still a fella. There’s still a good chance that he’s a rapist. No offence, son.”

Y/n laughed a bit, but stopped when she noticed the looks from bother her grandfather and James.

“Thanks for the concern Granda, but I think I’ll be fine.” She patted James on the shoulder before going to the coffee maker. “If anything, James is probably a fella you can trust the most. He’s not like most fellas, if I’m being honest.”

Y/n’s mum and aunt came into the kitchen, talking about the family dog that had passed. James walked next to Y/n, feeling slightly awkward in the overcrowded kitchen.

“Poor Tonto.” Aunt Sarah sighed.

“Toto.” Y/n corrected as she handed a mug of coffee to James. “His name was Toto, Aunt Sarah.”

“Aye. Nightmare, so it is. The pets are getting it left, right and center at the minute. Maureen Malarkey’s Tigger just passed.”

“We do not utter that woman’s name in this house.” Joe hissed.

“Da, not the bingo thing, still!” Y/n’s mum groaned.

“She’s a cheating old bitch!”

“How can ya cheat at bingo, Granda?” Y/n asked before taking a sip of her coffee.

“Her nephew brought her this pen back from New Jersey, it changes the numbers. I’m telling ya! It’s witchcraft!”

“I’ll hear no more about the magic pen!” Y/n’s mum pointed her spatula at her dad, who sat down with a grumble. She turned her attention to the kids.

“Now, come on, girls, eat up. You’ll need all your energy for the big exam.”

“We’ll need a miracle for the big exam!” Clare whimpered. She was the most bothered about this whole situation.

“Maybe you should drink some water, love.” Y/n said from the her place at the counter. She turned to James. “How many cans did we pick up from that pile?”

“Too many.”

“Mammy.” Erin started sniffling. “What happened to Toto. It’s just hit me so hard. I’m worried it might affect my performance.”

Mary had a sympathetic look for her child.

“Oh, come here, love.” Erin had a sly smile as she got out of her chair and made way to her mother. Mary put an arm around her. “Look, if you fail the exam, I promise you, there’ll be a nice wee plot out there with your name on it.”

***

“It’s abuse! That’s what it is, it’s abuse!” Erin said as she and the girls walked to the bus stop. “I’m ringin’ ChildLine.”

“You can’t ring ChildLine every time Ma threatens to kill you.” Y/n laughed. She was used to her sister’s exaggerated behavior.

“And you’re not alone.” Michelle added. “We’re all going to fail. We’re all going to get our holes kicked and we’re all in the same boat.”

“I don’t wanna be in that boat!” Clare squealed. “I wanna be in a different boat, sailing down a totally different river!”

“It’s not like we wanna be in this boat Clare.” Y/n sighed. James patted her shoulder.

“Guys, all we can do is try our best.”

“Ugh, don’t be such a fruit, James!” Michelle said.

“Oh, my God!” Erin yelled, pointing ahead of the group. There was a familiar dog running down the street. “Look!”

“That looks like Toto.” Y/n pointed out. Her eyes widened in realization. “Oh, my God, he looks like Toto!” She started running after the dog as her friends kept debating whether or  not it did look like him.

“Y/n! Where are you going?!” James yelled after her.

“I’m going after him!”

She heard arguing behind her in the distance. Her friends were worried about being late and how it was just a dog who looked like Toto. As she neared the chapel, her friends started running after her. Y/n opened the door and waited for everyone to catch up.

“Where did he go?” She asked herself as they walked into the chapel. A woman walked towards the group.

“Listen, you!” She startled them with a loud voice and a pointed finger. It was Maureen Malarkey.

“Yes, Mrs. Malarkey?” Erin responded nervously.

“You give that grandfather of yours a message from me. You tell him to keep his bloody mouth shut about my pen!”

“Yes, ma’am.” Y/n nodded.

“And I want my baking tray back!” The old woman hollered as she broke the group apart to leave the chapel.

“Of course.” As she left, Clare sped to the front of the chapel and kneeled in front of a statue of Mary.

“Trying to butter up the big woman.” Michelle muttered as she and the group followed Clare.

“Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee, blessed art thou-” Clare prayed and Michelle groaned.

“Oh, now you’ll definitely pass!”

“It’s worth a try!”

That was all that the girls needed to kneel beside Clare and pray as well. Michelle said her prayer but was soon interrupted by Clare exclaiming that she saw the statue smirk.

“Big M?” Y/n asked.

“Aye. She just smirked at me.”

“That caffeine is really doing it to you.”

“Jesus, me too!” Michelle yelped. “She just smirked at me, too!”

“Why isn’t she smirking at me?” James asked.

“She’s not smirking at anyone, James.” 

“I just saw it, too!” Orla egged on. “The holy smirk, thanks be to God!”

“You’re imagining it.” Erin rolled her eyes.

“Three of us saw it, Erin. How do you explain that?” Erin pointed at each girl and gave a simple reason for why they were seeing this smirk.

“Sleep deprivation, Pernod, delusional personality disorder.” Y/n gasped. “Not you too, Y/n.”

“No, no, no, not that. The dog.” The girl pointed upstairs where she heard the pitter patter of fast and small feet. The sisters got up and raced to the stairs. When they reached the dog, they laughed.

“It’s just uncanny, it really is.” Y/n commented. “He looks exactly like Toto.”

“Aye, he really does.” 

The dog looked at the girls who looked straight back at him. Then he started to do something unspeakable.

“No, no, no, no!” Y/n and Erin whispered as the Toto clone started to do his business.

“Have a bit of respect, God.” Y/n hissed.

“No way!” One of the girls yelled from down below. Y/n and Erin leaned over the balcony to look at their friends.

“What is it now?” They groaned.

“She’s crying!”

“She’s crying real tears!”

The sisters looked at each other worryingly.

“Shit.” Erin hissed as they raced back down the stairs and to the statue. Something was definitely running down Mary’s face, but it wasn’t tears.

“Oh, no, this is so bad.” Y/n whispered.

“I said we needed a miracle and, behold! We have been given one!” Clare laughed lightheartedly.

“This isn’t a miracle, Clare.” Erin responded.

“Far from it.” Y/n added on.

“The exam!”

“Fuck the exam.” Michelle said before giving a quick apology to the weeping statue.

“Listen…” Erin started.

“This is huge, Clare…” Michelle said.

“The thing is…” Y/n spoke.

“Do you really think they’re gonna make us sit an exam after seeing this?”

“You may have a point.” Clare responded.

“Of course I have a point! We are the motherfucking children of Fatima, people!”

***

The girls and James sat in Sister Michael's office. She was on the phone talking about the apparition that the children had seen that morning. Y/n and Erin felt nervous, for they knew the truth about this “apparition” and just didn’t know how to tell the others.

“Sister, priest is here.” A woman came in briefly to notify Sister Michael about the priest who was called to talk to the girls about what they had seen.

“Just a moment, ladies.” Sister Michael stood from her desk and went through the door to get the priest. Erin got the group’s attention as soon as she left.

“Listen, girls, before this goes any further, before we talk to this priest. There’s something Y/n and I think you all need to know.”

“Come in, Father.” Sister Michael held the door open for the priest she had called. Erin paused, seemingly in a daze.

“Should I tell them, Erin?” Y/n asked in a whisper.

“Fuck me.” Michelle said. It seemed everyone except Y/n, Clare, and Sister Michael was enamoured with the man who walked into the room.

“I like his shiny hair.” Orla said.

“So do I.” James nodded. “I really like his shiny hair.”

“What was she gonna say, Y/n?” Clare asked the girl. Erin spun around quickly.

“Nothing. Ignore me. Forget it.”

“Hello, children.” The man finally spoke, sitting on Sister Michael’s desk.

“Hello, Father.” The children responded. The priest gave out a short laugh.

“Please, call me Peter.” He and everyone else ignored the eye roll from Sister Michael. “Now, this is just going to be a very relaxed, informal chat. And I don’t want you to think of me as a priest, think of me as a friend. So, before we begin, do you guys have any questions for me?”

“Is that your real eye color or are they contacts?” A girl asked.

“These are my real eyes. Anyone else?” James raised his hand. “Yes, James.”

“Is that a firm hold gel you’re using there?”

“It’s a mousse.”

“And where do you-”

“Hair and Flair.”

“Oh! I didn’t realize!”

“They do a men’s range, yes.”

“What is happening?” Y/n whispered to Clare as the other girls tried to ask Peter more questions. Peter soon silenced them and rephrased his question.

“Ok, does anyone have any questions about what happened in the chapel this morning?” Everyone said no. “Ok then. So you claim you saw our blessed lady’s features change, is that right?”

“The Virgin Mother smirked at us, Peter, that is correct.” Michelle nodded.

“I see. And after that, the statue, well, you claim it started weeping.”

“You’re saying ‘claim’ a lot, aren’t ya, Peter?” Y/n narrowed her eyes at the man standing in front of her. She acted as if she didn’t know for a fact that it was a false claim.

“I’m not here to make any judgments. I’m just trying to get the truth, that’s all.”

“You think we’re lying, don’t you?” Erin asked.

“Of course not.”

“I do.” Sister Michael said from her chair.

“But sometimes, we want to believe in something so much that we willingly deceive ourselves.” Peter continued. “I mean, I know I’ve been guilty of that in the past. I wanted a sign so badly that it drove me to distraction, because it is the question we all want the answer to, isn’t it? I mean, does God exist?” Peter started to stare off into the distance in thought. He started talking to himself.

“I mean, does he exist? Does he? Or is your whole world built on a lie, Peter?”

“Peter?” Sister Michael brought back the man’s attention. He nodded in understanding and continued.

“Directly before the weeping, can you remember what you were doing? What you were talking about?”

“I remember that James was being a dick.” Michelle answered. Sister Michael scolded her and she shrugged. “I don’t like to use that word, Sister-”

“Oh, sure you don’t.” Y/n commented.

“But it’s so hard to describe James any other way, ‘cause he’s just such a dick.”

“James isn’t a dick.” Y/n said.

“Really?” James asked, in somewhat disbelief.

“I don’t think you’re a dick, James.” Peter said.

“Really?” He asked again, in even more disbelief.

“Really. And you know who else doesn’t think you’re a dick?” Peter pointed upwards. “Our Lord.”

“How do you know Our Lord doesn’t think he’s a dick?” Michelle asked.

“Our lord doesn’t think anyone’s a dick.”

“I very much doubt that.”

“But it’s the truth.”

This started a somewhat long debate between some of the girls and Peter. They named of people who were definitely dicks and Peter did nothing but deny. Eventually, he got tired of this discussion and got everyone back on track.

“Ok!” the six of you attending chapel, praying together, would that be a typical morning?”

Michelle laughed.

“Very good.”

“He’s not joking, Michelle.” Clare said. Michelle scoffed.

“Oh, Christ, fuck no. We were just following that stupid dog.”

“I’m sorry?”

“The dog has nothing to do with it.” Y/n spoke quickly.

“Y/n and Erin’s dog died recently and Y/n saw one that sort of looked like him a bit.”

“The dog’s irrelevant.” Erin said.

“She followed after him and we followed after her.” Michelle continued, getting occasional interruptions from Erin.

“The dog and the statue are unrelated.”

“And he led us to the chapel.”

“The dog led you to the chapel, Y/n?”

“The dog isn’t important!” Erin yelled.

“Maybe it is.” Peter turned back to Y/n. “What if this dog you saw, Y/n, what if it didn’t simply look like your dog? What if it actually was your dog?” Y/n laughed nervously as Peter got closer to her.

“Ok, sure, maybe. But as we mentioned earlier, he’s dead. Toto’s dead. Ma saw him get hit by an army Land Rover and buried him in our back garden, so it probably wasn’t Toto that we followed.”

“A beloved animal returning from the dead, now, we’ve seen this before.” Peter said as he grabbed his bible and started flipping through it.

“Where the heck have we seen that before?” Y/n asked.

“Ghost dog.” Orla commented.

“No, not ghost dog. Resurrected dog!” Peter put down the bible and got close to Y/n again. “Don’t you see? Toto was sent back to lead you to that chapel! To that statue!”

“Why would he do that?” Y/n asked.

“Because you’re special, Y/n. You have been chosen.”

***

It was weird how quick things had escalated. Y/n, Erin, and Orla were brought to the Quinn’s house to talk to the family about the resurrected dog. Y/n’s mum and Sister Michael felt like they were lying, but Peter had a very easy, logical, and sane solution to this.

Dig up Toto’s grave.

Erin immediately volunteered herself, her sister, and her cousin. She knew Toto was still in his grave and didn’t want to think about the consequences from this realization. The girls were digging in the ground as Michelle, James, and Clare came to them through the gate.

“It is mental out there.” Michelle laughed. “Everybody’s talking about it! We’re basically celebrities now.”

“This is getting to be too much, Erin. I think I might crack soon.” Y/n was going to continue but paused after getting a good look at James. “What are you wearing?” 

“What did I say? You look like a fucking ball bag.” Michelle scolded. James looked he tried to become Peter, but it didn’t work out too well.

“Your hair’s all funny.” Y/n commented.

“I just put a bit too much mousse in it, that’s all.” James blushed in embarrassment.

“It was piss.” Erin said out of no where. Everyone paused, except Y/n who kept digging.

“What was?” Clare asked.

“The tears on the statue. I actually have good reason to believe they were… actually dog piss.”

“No! You’re not serious!”

“Deadly serious.” Y/n confirmed.

“Sweet and gentle Jesus!” Michelle groaned.

“I mean, that sort of makes sense.” Clare realized. “I’m not even sure I saw her smirk anymore. I’ve had a lot of caffeine.”

“Aye, you definitely did, Clare.” Y/n laughed nervously.

“I definitely didn’t see her smirk. I was lying, so…” Michelle trailed off with a shrug.

“Excellent.” Erin said with an eyeroll.

“We were gonna tell you all later, but then Peter showed up.” Y/n stopped digging and looked at her friends. “And I’m gonna be honest, he kinda scares me. I felt weird when he called me special.”

“I wish he said I was special.” Erin sighed.

“He also said Toto had been resurrected, so we should take his shit with a pinch of salt.” Y/n said with a shrug.

“Aye.” Erin got back on track. “And now he’s talking about digging him up, and when he does, he’ll realize that Toto has not in fact been resurrected.”

“He’ll realize that Toto is just dead. Very, very dead, and we’ve all been talking shite.” Y/n sighed. “I think we should tell the truth.”

“I agree.” Clare nodded.

“No fucking way!” Michelle said. “This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And this is only the beginning. The Derry Journal are on their way round. They say we can make page five.”

“Erin, tell her!” Clare demanded.

“We could tell the truth, but I sort of like have Peter around, so…”

“James!” Y/n yelled. 

“I have a slight concern.” He said. “The truth might affect my friendship with Peter.” Y/n stood up in frustration.

“You don’t have a friendship with Peter.” She said.

“Yes, I do! We have a lot in common, Y/n?”

“Like what? Apart from the fact that apparently you two now share a closet!”

“Like the fact that we’re both very spiritual. But mainly the fact that he doesn’t think I’m a dick, and neither do I.”

“God, you’re really starting to act like a dick right now.” Y/n got back down and started digging again.

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

Y/n soon reached the box that Toto’s body was put it. She picked it out of the ground and started to stand. 

“Right, me and Erin will go stash him somewhere and the rest of you fill the hole.”

“Open, the box, Y/n!” Peter’s sudden shout startled the group.

“Jesus!” She yelped, hugging the dirty box close to her.

“Yes, he is with us. Do not be afraid, child.”

Y/n sighed and sat back down, putting the box on her lap. She knew the truth would come out eventually. She pulled off the top of the box and heard everyone around her gasp.

“Listen, we can e-” Y/n looked down at the empty box. Strange, it was empty. “Oh… Actually, I can’t. I can’t explain that at all.”

Peter laughed in relief.

“Thanks be to God!” He fist pumped the air and looked to the sky. James repeated the action and the phrase.

Everyone moved into the house, still in disbelief about the empty box Y/n had pulled from the ground. As Peter urged everyone to pray, Mary excused herself and went into the hall. Feeling suspicious about her mother’s behavior, Y/n followed quietly. She pressed her ear up to the door and heard her mother’s slightly muffled voice.

“It is vital you keep a low profile for a bit. Do you hear me, Malarkey?” Y/n opened the door and saw her mum hang up the phone, obviously startled. “It was nobody.” She said quickly.

“You could’ve waited until I asked.”

“How can I get peace, Y/n? Get back inside.” Y/n closed the door behind her as she stepped into the hall.

“Why are you calling Maureen Malarkey? Granda says we’re not allowed to speak to her.”

“Oh, that… That’s all blown over now.” Mary waved off. Y/n opened the door a smidge and called out to the living room, still maintaining eye contact with her mother.

“Maureen Malarkey!”

“Don’t you mention that lowdown, deceitful, cheating old witch!” Joe yelled as Y/n slowly closed the door. She stepped closer to the phone.

“Mammy, why were you ringing her?”

“It’s none of your business.”

Y/n shrugged, grabbing the phone.

“Fine. I’ll ask her myself. I can just redial.”

“It was only her answering machine, she won’t answer you!” Y/n shushed her mother and pressed the phone to her ear. As the answering machine played, Mary tried to get Y/n to hang up.

“Hello, I’m sorry to miss your call. If you’d like to leave a message for Maureen-” Maureen was cut off by some barking in the background. “And Toto, we’ll get back to you as soon as we can.”

Y/n was in disbelief as she put the phone down. She looked at her mother.

“You gave away Toto? To Maureen Malarkey?”

“Wee Tigger had just passed. She was lonely.” Mary tried to reason, but Y/n had realized something.

“She was there. Maureen Malarkey was at the chapel. That dog I followed was Toto.”

“It’s all for the best, honey.”

“You staged his death. Erin and I thought we’d lost him.”

“Well, you did. We’re not taking him back.”

“What?”

“Ah, come on. He’s a shit dog.”

“Toto was not a shit dog. And do not bring up Gypsy. You can’t compare every animal that comes across ya to the dog you had when you were five.”

“I can, and I will.”

The hall was silent for a moment.

“You’re not gonna tell your granda, are you?” Mary asked her daughter. Y/n shrugged.

“I’m gonna need some time to think about that.”

***

Y/n didn’t tell Joe, but she told Erin the first chance she got. They both couldn’t believe what their mum had done. Y/n knew that she wouldn’t tell anyone else, but she knew Erin would spill to someone.

When the Derry Journal came by, Y/n stayed out of frame. She didn’t want to be part of the lie anymore after finding out the whole truth. Erin wasn’t the same, as she was posing front and center for the camera.

After a while Erin ran to Peter, who was hanging out a bit down the street. Y/n watched as Peter talked on and on before being interrupted by Erin. By the look of shock on his face, Erin told him the truth about Toto and Mother Mary’s tears. Peter started walking down the street and Y/n and James followed. Y/n went to Erin to comfort while James went after Peter. The sisters could hear him in the distance.

“Peter, wait. I’ve got the most amazing news. I’ve had a calling. I’ve decided to follow in your footsteps. I’ve decided to serve God.”

“Don’t be such a dick, James.” That was the last thing Peter said before leaving. James stood in shock for a bit before turning back. When he reached Y/n and Erin, he turned back around and the three watched as the man disappeared from view.

“I’m not a dick.” James looked down at Y/n. “Right?”

Y/n put an arm around his waist and her other around Erin’s shoulders. James put his arm on Y/n’s shoulders and Erin slumped into her sister.

“Only a little.”

~~~

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[saintobio]

i’m gonna keep this short and say:

Me & the homies, we love MC, MC a baddie and we stan and love her in this household we can’t always protect her, like idk Ai, i know she’s a grown ass woman but like i genuinely wanna give her a hug and sit there & listen and let her cry about all her problems, she deserves so much i swear

Sera and I can fight like what’s up lil homie, I got a dollar store camera on me, trying to upload it to worldstar?? As hypocritical as this sounds, i genuinely hope that she’s pregnant so MC can divorce Satoru and live for herself and do everything she wants and deems to make her happy i’m talking bout mc rn,

I personally don’t associate with religion, i’m not even going to get into it, however i really do believe in the law of attraction that states: whatever you put out, you will receive, and i love applying the idea to Satoru because he was, for lack of better terms, a fucking gremlin-like-nightmare-state [derogatorily] like homeboy you got what you wanted and now that he’s receiving the same treatment that he gave MC in the beginning it’s like every time it’s like he’s having an epiphany and realization that he was (once again) a gremlin and a nightmare to live with/to be married to; Ironically i don’t even want to fight him anymore, its more like karma saw, took note, and is now giving back all the bad/negative energy he was putting out and you know what, as it should 😌

Anyways to continue on: Toji deserves to get his ass EATEN after making MC happy in the estate AND his successful attempt at getting Satoru’s ass jealous, catching him being a hypocrite n shit, [sigh] Toji, my beloved <3

The game they played in the car, i did something like that one time where every time he saw a red car he would tell me something about himself and everytime i saw a blue one i would tell him about a song that i like and why or a specific memory i have with it, anyways i broke up with that man a year ago (more or less) and now he’s dating my former best friend and even moved in with her lmaooooo

I genuinely hope you’re doing well Ai, i hope you’re hydrated and sleeping properly! Please take care!

yuli i am sorry for the late response but AAAAAA ur commentaries are always so funny to read bsjsnj and ur god tier memes pls, thank u for entertaining us <33 i’m doing fine so far, hope u are too !!! :’)

the last meme specifically made me screech GAHSHDHD

[stardusttrashed]

Let's Play - Karasuno Team

Day 10 of Ficmas - multipath Haikyuu series

Ficmas Masterlist

WC: 2.7K

AN: I wanna try something new with this. I thought it'd be fun to try to make a choose your own path series. It'll probably be mostly friends to lovers💙💙 Idk we'll see how it goes

“Sorry to interrupt,” you called out with faux confidence, sending an inviting smile toward the handful of guys spread out around the gym. It didn’t look like everyone had arrived yet; the large gym still fairly empty. The few there were still busy setting up the equipment. You ignored the quiet mummers scattered across the room as you searched for one person in particular.

“Who’s the hottie?”

“Do one of you know her?”

“It’s the girl of my dreams!”

“Please stop trying to scare her off; just act normal for once.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, subconsciously hugging yourself to combat the increasing feeling of being out of place. You felt like an intruder without a familiar face there to greet you like promised. The longer you stood there, the more you could feel your faux confidence draining from you like ice melting under the summer sun.

“This is the right place, right?” you quietly muttered to yourself after a few minutes that felt like forever of looking around. You glanced up at the clock on the wall, your eyes lingering on the seconds ticking away before landing back on the court with a sigh. He said he’d be here, so where was he? He never broke a promise before, but maybe he forgot.

“Heya,” you called out a little louder, demanding the full attention of the group of boys closest to you.

The light grey-haired boy was the first to look at you with a curious expression. The one with a buzz cut and the shorter boy- who was almost your height, maybe even shorter- turned almost at the same time, both of their eyes going wide momentarily before they tried to play it off. Though, when you think about it, you don’t remember those two ever really looking away from you ever since you stepped into the gym.

“Sorry to bother y’all, but any of you know a first-year? Bout yay high,” you held your hand like an inch above your head. “Absolute sweetheart? Orange-.”

“Wait, is she talking bout…?” The shorter one looked back and forth between the grey-haired and buzzed-cut one with a dumbfounded expression.

“Y/n,” a voice you had grown fond of over the last few weeks shouted enthusiastically. Hinata peeked out of the supply closet with a broom in hand. Slowly but surely, a wide, eager smile stretched across his face. “You came! You actually came!” The broomstick he was holding clattered against the wood floor, further bringing attention to himself.

You watched with an amused smile as the orange-haired ball of energy charged towards you with open arms, “Hinata! Course I came, ya dummy! You invited me, didn't ya?” Giggles spilled from your lips as you closed the distance, practically tackling the boy in a hug.

“I mean, yeah,” he wrapped his arms around your waist tighter, “I did, but I didn’t think-.”

“Hey,” an agitated voice called out, making you and Shoyo quickly retract from each other as if you two had been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to. “I know you’re not expecting me to pick that up for you.” The grumpy raven-haired boy stopped himself short, gaping at you and Shoyo for a minute before looking away with a quiet ‘tch.’ “Just come pick it up, dumbass.”

“Ah, right, sorry, Kageyama.” Shoyo smiled at you reassuringly, “I’ll be quick, ‘kay?” He waited until you nodded in response before taking off in a full-on sprint across the gym.

“So, you and Hinata, huh?” The shorter boy spoke, trying to keep his cool as he walked towards you despite the clear blush painted across his cheeks. “Didn’t think he had a girlfriend,” he glanced at you through the corner of his eyes, gauging your response.

You erupted with laughter, startling the boy next to you, “me?! With sunshine?” You shook your head profusely as your laughter died out into giggles. “No way!” You took a mental note that you two were practically the same height before continuing. “Don’t get me wrong,” you took a few steadying breaths, forcing yourself to stop laughing. “He’s great and sweet, cute, even, but we’re just friends.”

“So, you’re not seeing anyone then,” he blurted out without thinking. He turned towards you with wide eyes and cherry red cheeks as if he had just realized what he said. “Woah, I- well.”

“Hey y/n,” Hinata cut in with a shout, trotting over to you. “Think you can finally show me how to do some of those receives?” Hinata’s bright smile quickly disappeared, replaced by an apologetic smile as the other boy stepped between the both of you.

“Too good to keep learning from me, huh, Hinata?” He pointed an accusing finger at Hinata, gritting his teeth in an attempt to intimidate the slightly taller yet younger boy. “What, you think she’s better than me or something?”

“Maybe I am,” you piped up with a smug smirk.

“I- wait, no! I didn’t mean-!” Worry filled Shoyo’s face, his wide eyes shooting back and forth between you and the other boy.

“Oi!” the buzz-cut-haired boy jammed his hands into his pockets and stomped over to you. His lips curled up into an attempt at an intimidating snarl, “you think you’re hot shit, huh? Got some major cajones on you, girlie.”

“Sorry about him, please ignore him,” the gray-haired boy pleaded with you, rushing over to put space between you and the snarling boy.

“You may be hot, but there’s no way you’re better than Noya.” He wanted to melt when you started to giggle, wanted to fawn over the sweet sound, but he pushed himself to keep his tough-guy act up instead. “Prove it,” he continued, ignoring the other’s pleas. “Right now, come on, pipsqueak. Let’s play- three on three.”

“Tanaka, you can’t just-.”

You crossed your arms over your chest before taking a challenging step forward. “You’re on, baldy. I call Sunshine and,” your eyes scanned across the gym for the boy Shoyo often related to a vicious tiger. A confident smile spread across your lips as your eyes landed on the overly grumpy black-haired boy across the gym. “And Mr. emo over there,” you pointed at him for extra emphasis, earning a somewhat dumbfounded and annoyed expression from him.

Tanaka pulled his hands out of his pockets, forming fists with both of them, “Tch. Doesn’t matter who you have on your side, ‘cause we have Noya!”

You hummed with an eye roll, “we’ll see. One set, first to twenty-five, yeah? If it’s cool with y’all, I wanna make sure I still have time to work with Sunshine like I promised ‘im.”

“Yeah, of course,” the gray-haired boy answered for his team. A slight blush crept on his cheeks as you sent him a sweet smile before he quickly returned the smile, his eyes closing momentarily. He could hear the other two practically growling behind him as they waited.

“Aw, thanks,” you cooed, “I’m Y/n, by the way.” You smiled cheekily and gave the three guys in front of you a small wave.

“I’m Sugawara, and those two are Tanaka and Nishinoya.”

“Ah, great. Glad I finally get to meet Sho’s friends.” You took Shoyo’s lead and began walking over to the side of the court where Kageyama stood waiting, stopping after a few steps to look over your shoulder, “Oh, and I look forward to beating you cuties!” You turned around and continued to follow behind Shoyo without bothering to see their reactions, an eager smile resting on your lips.

“Ah, uh, Y/n…,” Shoyo’s eyes trailed down to your sweatpants and shoes as you took your final steps towards your side of the net. “You’re not… gonna play in those, are you?”

“Ah! No, course not silly.” You stepped out of your shoes, “so what should I look out for? Seems like shorty there, Nishinoya, is the libero, right?” You pulled your sweatshirt over your head, muffling the last bit of your question.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Shoyo replied enthusiastically, clenching his hands into fists. He watched as you folded your sweatshirt before tossing it in your bag. “He’s super cool and really great at receives. He actually helped me get a lot better when I first joined.”

“So I’ve heard,” you muttered as you took off your sweatpants, revealing your spandex shorts. Shoyo instinctively stepped in front of you like a shield, blocking you from the other’s view. “Okay, what bout the gray-haired sweetheart? Know what,” you waved your hand, swatting the air in front of you, “never mind. I’ll figure it out as we play. More fun that way, anyway.” You did a few stretches with Shoyo’s help before sliding your shoes on.

“Hey, uh, Hinata,” Tanaka called out, hoping you didn’t notice the shaking in his voice. “We’re serving first, aight?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, holding back any teasing comments as you followed Hinata onto the court. Now that you were in front of the net, everything felt a lot more real, the butterflies in your stomach going wild. You really just signed yourself up to play against guys, and not just any guys, but Shoyo’s teammates whose he’s spent hours upon hours bragging to you about. But it was no sweat, right? You’ve played before, spent hours practicing- not nearly as many as Shoyo has, though. You shook your hands in an attempt to shake out the nerves as you just barely bent your knees.

The sound of a hard slap resonated through the gym as Tanaka made the first serve of the game. You watched as the ball came barreling towards you before landing right by your feet.

“Aw yeah! Nice ace serve, Tanaka,” Noya cheered him on.

“Don’t worry, Y/n! I’m sure you’ll get it next time,” Shoyo encouraged you despite Kageyama’s annoyed growl.

You smiled at Shoyo, sending him a quick thumbs-up before preparing for the next serve… which landed in the exact same spot.

“What the hell,” Kageyama growled, turning to you with raging eyes. “It’s not hard-.”

“Ah, well, Tanaka is pretty good at serving,” Shoyo argued in your defense.

“Not that good!” Kageyama barked, failing to hold back his growing agitation. “I thought you said she was as good as Noya.”

You closed your eyes with a seemingly bashful smile, “s-sorry Kageyama.” You scratched the back of your neck sheepishly. “I-I guess I just wasn’t expecting such powerful serves. But don’t worry.” You opened your eyes to look at Kageyama with a cool, confident stare, “I’ll get it next time, kay?”

The intimidatingly cool look in your eyes sent shivers down Kageyama’s spine. He wasn’t exactly sure why, but something about you scared him- not that he’d admit that out loud. The fact that he felt that way when you were still smiling oh so cutely at him only made his fear worse. Who the hell did Hinata bring?

Like flipping a switch, your ditsy act was gone entirely, leaving the sometimes overly competitive girl who trained her ass off day and night. Instead, your eyes were trained on the ball as you lowered into a squat, watching it float in the air before meeting Tanaka’s hand with another loud smack. “Got it,” you yelled as you rushed to the ball, making a perfect receive, “it’s up.” You watched with a dumbfounded expression as Shoyo and Kageyama performed the quick attack Shoyo talked to you about so much. You almost missed it if you were being honest, their attack unfolding within the blink of an eye.

“Alright, Sho! You gotta teach me how you do that some time,” you encouraged him, earning a small embarrassed blush and a quick ‘yeah, anytime.’

The game continued for a while, intense rounds of back and forth that left you breathing heavy and sweaty. For the most part, you two were neck and neck, that was until it was 21-20 and your serve.

All eyes were on you, and the pressure was intense despite this being just a friendly game of three on three. You sent a float serve towards Tanaka, who miscalculated where it’d land- 22. You did a running jump serve next that sped past the three on the other side before landing on the ground with a loud whack- 23. Noya returned your next serve with ease despite it being another float serve, yelling something about ‘rolling thunder.’ You watched with bated breath as Sugawara set the ball towards Tanaka for a spike- 23- 21.

Your cheeks grew warm as Tanaka proceeded to rip his shirt off, flinging it through the air in celebration. “Hey, show-off,” before you could catch yourself, your eyes trailed down his toned chest. “The game’s still going, and we’re still in the lead,” you giggled nervously, looking anywhere but at him.

“Yeah,” Sugawara chimed in with a disapproving look, “c’mon man, put your shirt back on.”

“Why would I?” Tanaka laughed despite sliding his shirt back on. “Did you see how flustered she was? I was throwing her off her game!”

You rolled your eyes, ignoring Tanaka’s and Nishinoya’s laughter, “shut up and serve, baldy! I’m ready to kick y’all’s asses, well mostly just you and shorty- Suga is too much of a sweetheart.”

Sugawara sent you a bashful smile while the other two behind him practically exploded, their faces beet red. Neither of them could seem to really get their head back into the game, too caught up in the fact that you were acknowledging them, unlike Kiyoko. It made it easy to dig Tanaka’s spike only to return it with a clean spike of your own. The final point of the game went to Shoyo with a quick attack.

“Hell yeah, Sunshine,” you squealed excitedly, completely forgetting about the others as you rushed towards him with open arms. “That was awesome,” he swept you in his arms with ease, “you were like wham! And then like bam! And I just- you’re super awesome!” You look over at Kageyama over Shoyo’s shoulder, “You’re super awesome too- kinda scary how good your sets are.”

“Hey,” Nishinoya called out to you, waiting until you let go of Shoyo before continuing, “So, do you actually play…?”

“Yeah,” Shoyo answered before you could speak, “she’s played since middle school, but she’s taking a break this year since she just transferred here, right?” He looked to you for confirmation, a small, eager smile planted on his lips.

You nudged his shoulder with your own, a playful smile tugging on the corners of your lips, “what he said. I still play every now and then- mostly with Sho, but I’m taking a break from teams this year. Wait,” you looked pointedly at Nishinoya and Tanaka, your tone becoming more teasing, “did you think he just asked for my help cause I’m cute?”

Nishinoya stiffened at the question, his cheeks turning a bright shade of red, while Tanaka smacked his lips and looked away embarrassedly. “N-no!”

“You’re not that cute,” Tanaka grumbled under his breath.

“Glad to see some of you got a good warm-up,” a deep, calming voice called out, echoing through the gym.

“Ah- Daichi, I’m-.”

“S-sorry,” you interrupted everyone as you stepped forward. You lowered your head apologetically, “I interrupted their warm-up and-.”

“I- wait! It’s okay,” Daichi quickly reassured you with a worried expression. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare ya. Actually, I saw you guys play a bit- you’ve got some talent. Are you on the girls' team?”

“I-.”

“She just transferred and she’s taking a break,” Shoyo and Nishinoya answered for you simultaneously.

An intrigued smirk played on Diachi’s lips as he gave both of the boys a quick once over. “Right, well we’re looking for a few more managers to help Kiyoko out if you’re interested. I could even ask coach about letting you play a few scrimmages with us during practice.”

“Sign me up! More volleyball and time with Sunshine! I, uh-” you coughed to cover your excitement. “I mean, I can’t wait to do everything I can to help the team grow and be the best!”

“Ah, she’s even cuter when she’s all supportive of the team,” Tanaka muttered, closing his eyes as he fake cried.

Who do you spend most of your time with:

SHOYO HINATA

YU NISHINOYA

RYUNOSUKE TANAKA

KOSHI SUGAWARA

TOBIO KAGEYAMA

DAICHI SAWAMURA

ASAHI AZUMANE

KEI TSUKISHIMA

TADASHI YAMAGUCHI

KIYOKO SHIMIZU

HITOKA YACHI

[wienerbarnes]

A Certain Romance (3/6)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,188

Warnings: none!

A/N: this ones a little short but things will get juicy soon😃

MAIN MASTERLIST | A CERTAIN ROMANCE MASTERLIST

Mind if I come over? Im w/ Sam, we’re in the area and he insists that I should have breakfast with my boyfriend

Bucky receives the text from you as he sets out the carton eggs on the counter. Sam went on a run this morning, meeting up with you on your own morning run, coincidentally, he’s sure, and he can only imagine the poking and prodding you’re experiencing.

How do u like ur eggs? Is his response.

As he cracks egg after egg into the pan, he realizes that this is the first time the two of you will be in front of Sam together as a couple.

His appetite dissipates for a minute as he’s taken back to grade school. He feels as though he’s about to present a project he’s not prepared for or about to be given a pop quiz. He feels a similar pit in his stomach; like having to face the elderly nuns of his old Protestant church.

What the hell are you so nervous for? You’re not even dating this girl and it’s just Sam.

He supposes it’s that involuntary urge to impress, the feeling that he has to try harder to keep this secret, that in hindsight, isn’t as big of a deal as it feels like. He’s kept worse secrets in his life, he knows.

He glances around at his small apartment, blankets still muddled together on the floor in front of the television from when he woke up. He lowers the heat on the stove and goes to fold up the blankets and make it look as though he wasn’t sleeping on the floor all night.

It’s sooner than Bucky would’ve hoped that there’s a knock on the door. He opens it to reveal two very sweaty individuals, one in basketball shorts and a sweatshirt and the other in dangerously short workout shorts and a sports bra. Luckily for him, you’re the one in the bra and not Sam.

“Hi, babe.” You coo, still panting a bit, as you reach on your toes to plant a kiss on his cheek.

Sam follows after you as Bucky rests a hand on your sweaty lower back, politely leading you over towards his kitchen counter where he pulls the stool out for you.

He ignores Sam’s question of if he’ll pull out his seat for him as well and moves back over to the stove to finish making everyone's eggs.

You wordlessly get up and move to his fridge, though never having been to his apartment before, you grab the package of bacon and some spinach to help him finish up breakfast. The two of you dance around each other similarly to how you did when he was at your apartment last time about a week and a half ago, working together seamlessly to make breakfast.

Neither of you notice when Sam sneaks away to the bathroom, seemingly uncomfortable and feeling third-wheel-ish at the sight of his coupled up friends. You glance over your shoulder to see the empty room and step a little closer to Bucky.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Are you?”

“Yeah. Nice place.”

“Thanks.”

It’s a tad awkward, but he can tell it’s not because of him. You seem to have the same problem as he does; not knowing exactly what is and isn’t allowed between the two of you but having to suddenly put on this performance in front of Sam.

“Sorry, if kissing you like that caught you off guard.” You tell him timidly.

Is she being shy? “You’re fine. I certainly won’t complain about a pretty girl kissing me. On-on the cheek, I mean.” He corrects himself, blush forming on his cheeks.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You giggle and Sam reenters the room, a light sheen on his hands and face from the bathroom sink.

“Don’t be mackin’ on each other just cause I left the room.”

“Why, wanna watch?” You wink at him, and Bucky feels the blush travel down his neck.

“No. Where do y’all sleep here anyway -”

“We sleep at hers, Sam.” Bucky answers pointedly.

You keep quiet, unaware of the silent implications of Sam’s question.

Eggs, bacon, and cooked spinach are devoured quickly by the group, wanting to replenish the energy lost on the run, and for Bucky, needing the energy for whatever the day may bring him, such as surprise visits from his girlfriend.

“I’m gonna stretch outside for the run back.” Sam says before clapping Bucky’s hand in goodbye, obviously his attempt to give them privacy as a couple.

Alone again, you ask, “So… we sleep at mine?”

“I, uh, don’t have a bed. Or, I have a bed in the back room, but I… sleep on the floor. Don’t sleep well on mattresses. Too soft.”

He waits for a reaction. Perhaps confusion, annoyance, pity. But it doesn’t come. No, all that comes from you is a casual shrug of your shoulders and, “Oh. Okay, that makes sense.”

That makes sense. You think it makes sense. Even if it didn’t make sense to you, you wouldn’t make him feel odd about his reasoning; what effect would it have on you if he sleeps on a single blanket on the floor or not? It’s nice.

Alpine emerges from the cocoon of blankets in her small bed and you let out an exaggerated gasp, the kind a child does when entering a pet store for the first time.

“Oh my goodness, and who is this little guy?” You coo out, baby-voice in full effect. Bucky smiles as you crouch down to the floor, reaching a finger out to not scare Alpine as the cat arches her back and gives a biggggg stretchhhhh.

“Girl.” He corrects you.

“Girl. Obviously.” Alpine finishes her groggy stretch and wobbles over to you, rubbing her head around your stretched out finger, urging you to pet her completely.

“That’s Alpine.”

“Hi, Alpine. Wow. Maybe I should date you for real if you have a cat this cute.” You talk again to the cat, Alpine loving every bit of attention.

“Alright. Time to go,” Bucky chuckles, putting a hand on your shoulder to get you to stand up, “Don’t want to leave Sam waiting for your run back.”

“He’s crazy if he thinks I’m running all that back on a full stomach; I’ll walk.” He pushes you towards the door and opens it for you, revealing Sam leaning against the wall of the hallway on his phone.

“Bout time.” He comments.

“Be safe.” Bucky tells you, unsure of whatever else to say to a fresh girlfriend in front of friends.

“Thanks. I’ll see you later.” You smile cheekily at him before reaching on your tip-toes and planting a soft peck on his lips.

Nothing crazy, but Bucky wasn’t expecting it, so the blush is back as he smiles shyly at you, a smirk growing on your own face at seeing the former deadliest assassin blush at a tiny kiss on the lips.

“Let’s go before I get a toothache.” Sam chimes in again, but Bucky doesn’t look away from you until you walk off with his friend, lips still tingling.

[angstyaches]

If you're still taking prompts- Felix and Elliott haven't seen each other all day, and Elliott's been gassy all day, so when he finally gets to talk to Felix that night, Felix is really angry for some reason but E hasn't been feeling good so Felix takes care of him cause he feels bad and Elliott is just in so much pain 💔 Sorry English isn't my first language -🍫

Thank you for this request, it’s just lovely, and I’ve been so excited to get it finished for you! I couldn’t think of anything that would result in Felix being just the right amount of angry for this scenario, so he’s more annoyed than angry.

Also, we’re just going to ignore the fact that having someone heavier than you lie on your chest restricts your breathing, because Elliott deserves this, damn it.

CW: burping, stomach and chest pains, stomach noises, mention of vampire drinking (animal) blood, slight over-indulgence, slight mention of coming out a prolonged bout of nausea and lack of appetite.

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“So,” Felix said, stretching his legs out across the bed and then crossing them at the knees. He was gradually working away on one of his blood lollipops, every so often sticking it in his mouth and having to speak around it. “Ugh, I was driving home, doing the speed limit, naturally.”

“Naturally,” Elliott agreed, resisting a sarcastic grin. Felix was the only driver he knew who didn’t violate speed limits every so often, not even by a couple of kilometres-per-hour.

“I suppose it was peak commuting time,” Felix went on. “Which was my own fault for leaving late. I was basically asking for trouble.”

As he listened, Elliott crossed the room to pick up the hairbrush from his bedside locker. He only had to bend a couple of degrees to reach it, but something about the shift in his posture made something shift inside him, too. He squeezed his lips together as he straightened, swallowing a clump of pressure that tried to escape up his throat. There was a distressed growl deep in his stomach as a result, which he managed to cover up by clearing his throat.

“Coming through town the usual way, past the supermarket and over the bridge,” Felix continued, unaware that any of this was happening.

“Mmhmm.” Elliott nodded in encouragement, going back into the ensuite bathroom and standing in front of the sink. His partner was still visible in the mirror, the door wide open so they could still hear each other.

Elliott pressed a fist to his mouth, releasing a short, grumbling belch.

“And then some idiot with a – I don’t know, a Chrysler or something? I mean, who needs a car that big, anyway? Anyway, they pulled out of the petrol station right in front of me, and I had to slam on the brakes!” Felix sighed deeply, letting his hands fall onto his chest. “I mean, I wasn’t going fast, but what if I had been? What if I'd had a cake on the front seat? It would've gone flying and been destroyed! Gosh, I thought I was going to have a heart attack, I was so mad.”

Elliott inhaled softly through his lips, looking into the mirror as he started tugging the brush through his hair. It was almost down to his elbows these days, and he couldn’t decide it he liked it, or if he wanted to cut it back to shoulder-length again.

He braced himself against a hiccup, realising he hadn’t responded to Felix in a while. He swallowed thickly, trying to recall the last thing he’d heard his partner say. “Did – did you honk the horn at them..?”

“I – well, no, I didn’t,” Felix said, sitting up on his elbows to glare at Elliott in the mirror. “I was mad, but come on, Elli. It was a built-up area, and it was after seven. What if there’d been a baby sleeping somewhere nearby?”

“Right…” Elliott murmured, as if he’d never, ever blown the horn of a car in a built-up area before.

“Anyway,” Felix grunted, flopping back down.

There was a distinct, bubbling sound coming from the upper part of Elliott’s abdomen now. He tried pushing his fingers gently into his stomach, just below his ribs, but he immediately hated the sensation and planted his hands next to the sink. That wasn’t going to work, but the discomfort was becoming so bad that he could feel it draining his energy and – more notably – his patience.

And the last thing he wanted, after a long day without seeing one another, was to snap at Felix over something as silly as a stomach ache.

“I’m just, you know… What the hell’s wrong with people?” Felix continued from the bed. “If they just opened their eyes for a moment, they might actually see something…”

He was still muttering – mostly to himself, at this point – about irresponsible drivers when Elliott closed the bathroom door and walked across the room. He approached the bed from the wrong side, which snagged Felix’s attention. The mint-haired boy looked up at Elliott, as though waiting for him to ask for something. His hands were folded neatly across his middle, his head on the pillow, his legs outstretched and uncrossed.

A pang of pure, untainted affection fluttered in Elliott's chest; as least, he was almost sure it was affection and not just a swell of pressure from his stomach. He half-smiled, watching Felix's expression soften.

“Are – are you alright, darling?”

Without a word in response, Elliott knelt at the end of the bed near Felix’s feet. He spread his hands and placed them either side of Felix’s waist, pressing into the blanket and the mattress.

“Oh,” Felix laughed, a slight blush instantly rushing into his cheeks. “Are we…? Oh, okay.” With a confused look on his face, he lifted his hands from his chest, making space for Elliott to lay down on him, head pressed between Felix’s neck and shoulder.

Felix dragged his fingers gently over the back of Elliott’s neck, pulling heavy locks of his hair together and scooping them to one side. “Darling, what’s brought this on?”

Elliott shrugged lightly. He didn’t really know himself, but the simplest answer seemed to be a fitting one. “You looked comfortable.”

“I see…. Well, you can rest your full weight on me,” Felix offered, his voice a little shaky. “I’m small, but I can take it.”

The tension gradually seeped out of Elliott’s muscles as he sank a little harder into Felix. He felt another shift in his stomach contents, which made a light sheen of sweat break out on the back of his neck. He swallowed, counter-productively, before dragging a heavy fist to his mouth.

The rumbling pressure got caught in the back of his throat, circling nauseatingly for a moment before slipping backwards. A tightness in his chest made him frown. His stomach rumbled so hard that it reverberated through his ribcage and gurgled in the back of his throat.

“Oh, gosh, I felt that,” Felix said, sliding on hand from Elliott’s neck towards his upper back. “Is everything okay in there?”

With his fist still waiting by his mouth, Elliott gave a quick nod. “My stomach’s slightly upset, but it’s nothing to worry about. Are you sure I’m not hurting you?”

“Yes, I’m sure! What’s wrong with your stomach?”

“Nothing…” Elliott winced as another bubble moved through his belly, catching in his oesophagus. “Well, I may have over-indulged slightly today, for the first time since my symptoms cleared up.”

“Ah, okay.” Felix’s tone was a little lighter now, as his hand smoothed over the plane of flesh between Elliott’s shoulder blades. “Obviously, I’m not relieved that you’re in pain, but it is comforting to know you’re getting back to your old self.”

“A bloodthirsty bastard?”

Felix stifled a laugh, And Elliott half-smiled to himself before a cramp rolled through his gut, once again coming to a sharp head just beneath his sternum. He parted his lips, hoping to coax some of the air up, but it gurgled all the way back down to his stomach, making the unhappy organ churn and roll.

A sigh of frustration left his mouth instead. Felix gave his back a slightly more urgent pat, hoping to move things along.

“Ugh,” Elliott groaned, resting his hand on Felix’s shoulder as he waited. “You can keep talking, boo. I didn’t mean to interrupt you.”

“No, no,” Felix half-laughed, gently scratching his fingernails against the back of Elliott’s neck again. “That was just ranting. Taking care of you is so much more important.”

Elliott pressed his lips together. The pressure in his chest was beginning to build up again. The rumbling seemed to start behind his belly button and creep its way up behind his sternum.

Felix spread his hand over Elliott’s back again, no doubt feeling every vibration going through his organs and ribs.

Only when the pressure reached his throat, did it move with any kind of urgency. Elliott barely had time to form a fist again, pressing it to his mouth and releasing the burp as steadily as he could. It went on for about five seconds, making much less noise than it had when it had been rumbling around in his chest. Elliott frowned, knowing that there was no way that was the end of it.

“Sorry,” Elliott mumbled, turning his neck to burrow into Felix’s neck. He knew he was acting much shier than he usually would, but he’d already been feeling a bit embarrassed about climbing on top of Felix in the first place.

“Nothing to apologise for.” Felix tilted his head and rubbed his cheek against the top of Elliott’s head.

Elliott nuzzled even further into Felix’s neck as another belch bubbled up, determined not to direct it into his partner’s face. A low groan followed it, a sound that pleading for an end to this ordeal; although, if he was being honest, the pains twisting his stomach and tightening his chest were already fading. Felix’s hand continued to smooth over his back, fingertips occasionally tracing the shape of his spine and shoulder blades, and Elliott wasn’t about to ask him to stop anytime soon.

[sugurus-slxt]

Hello love! I have an emergency request if you have the time. May I request hc of Bokuto, Tendou and Kenma comforting their s/o after their cat suddenly passed away? I'm struggling to cope and in need of some comfort. If this request makes you uncomfortable or you don't have time, it's okay to ignore it!! Thank you in advance if you write it and have a great day or night!

Comforting Their S/O when their Pet Dies

A/Note: I’m really sorry about your cat, may they rest in peace. I hope this makes you feel better. I’ve never written comfort for death but I hope this is alright. I kind of tried to make it for pets in general f that’s ok but Kenma’s is specifically for a cat. I hope you have a great night or day as well. My condolences, Love <3 ~ Sar-chan.

Warning: Mentions of death and use of the word pussy (once)

Bokuto Kōtarō

Bokuto has you in his arms in a heartbeat once he’s near. If he is far he runs all the way to you because he knows you need the comfort.

He’d hold you on his lap letting you bury your face in his chest, while he strokes your and rubs comforting circles on your back.

Bokuto doesn’t mind if you stain his shirt with tears, he’ll let you cry but he might start crying too. His hair will deflate seeing you liked this, also because he adored your pet.

I’m sorry but I honestly think Bokuto is the type to accidentally say, “We’ll get you a new one.” If he sees you tear up more he’ll constantly apologise over and over.

Bokuto does have a good read of people and is very perceptive but I think he might call Akaashi to figure out how to help. Because it’s not that he doesn’t know he’s just torn between opting to distract you but he doesn’t want you to feel invalidated or letting you continuously wallow, considering it might help you release it all.

He is constantly reassuring you and telling you comforting things. He opts for a mixed idea because he does want you to release your emotions. Bokuto thinks it’s better that you do not bottle it up. But he doesn’t want you to keep crying because he hates seeing you like this.

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“Baby?” he’d quietly call you to look up at him. “Hmmm,” you hummed in response, and he’d capture your chin tilting your head to look up at him. Bokuto wipes the tears from your eyes with his thumb and places a kiss on your forehead, “I know this is hard on you and I’m sorry about what I said earlier baby. I know they were irreplaceable and super special, I wasn’t thinking,” he apologised, his regret viable in his eyes. “I- it’s ok Bo. I- I k- know you didn’t mean it,” you tried to reassure him breaths shallow from crying. “Thank you, baby. I know you can’t control your emotions but you need to stop crying even if it’s for a little bit. You’ll get a headache and your eyes will hurt. how about we wash your face, clean that nose, and I’ll get you some ice cream?” he suggests hopefully, he just wants to help you.

“I’m sorry-,” you start off but he stops you. “Hey. Hey. Hey, there is no need for you to be sorry, this is completely valid, I just wanna help you. We don’t have to if you don’t want to baby,” he pulls you to his damp chest again stroking your hair. “Well um I don’t wanna get a headache either but I’m afraid I already have one,” you laugh a little, “I don’t mind ice cream, that would be nice but thank you. Thank you for everything.” He smiles at you so warmly, “This is nothing ok. I’m here for you always, now let’s get some yummy ice cream and we can talk if you want. I love you, ok. Always.”

Tendō Satori

Tendou definitely makes you chocolates, because he knows comfort food and sweets tend to help bring up a person’s moods but he won’t rush you to eat them as soon as he gets there.

He definitely is someone who tries to lighten the mood with humor; he’ll tell you jokes to make you laugh and smile but might just get it wrong.

Tendou wants you to express yourself but he also thinks this is an experience to make you stronger so he will definitely remind you of your strength and to remember that you had good times with your pet.

He’ll remind you that you’ll always carry that memory of them and as long as you remember you can keep their spirit alive.

He doesn’t want you to forget but he will try to help you accept it, he’ll brush your hair out of your face and wipe your tears then he’ll give you kisses and hugs to remind you that he’s going to be there for as long as you need.

Tendou will encourage you to talk about your feelings or get them out in a way you think best. He wants to help you move on because he knows holding on to pain doesn’t exactly do anyone good.

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“RIP that pussy ayyy,” he jokes causing you to giggle just a bit but not for long. He quickly sweeps you into his arms apologizing, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I was tryna make you laugh, and well it did kinda work,” you continue to sob into his chest, “I’m sorry I’ll stop and let you, for a while,” he just gently holds you, while whispering words of encouragement and love.

“Sweetheart, I know they meant a lot to you. I saw the way just petting them made your eyes light up but you have to be strong ok?” you nodded into his chest as combed his fingers through your hair. “I know it’s hard, all the moments and memories but you can’t forget. They were part of you, they weren’t just some pet and I know you know that. Hmmm,” he feels you clutch his shirt tighter. “I know but it hurts. I- I miss them,” you sob as he continues to play with your hair and places a kiss on the crown of your head. “That’s alright but this is an experience too, this moment is one in many to make you stronger than you already are, I know you can’t accept it now but you have to, ok. But take your time. How bout we eat some chocolate hmm?” he asks looking down at you. “Mmmmk but can we maybe watch a movie? I kinda want to ease my mind but I will talk about it later. Th-,” you go to thank him but he stops you. “No need sweetheart, I’m here for you and I’m honestly sorry about the joke but admit it, was kinda funny,” he sees you smile a little as he holds as chocolate up to your mouth.

Kenma Kozume (cat specified)

Kenma is straight forward and he will lay the facts on you as they are.

Although I think at first he’d not know what to do, maybe he’ll awkwardly pull you into a hug and offer a short it's ok, I’m here.

He will however distract you and try to keep you occupied whether it's video games, a movie, a new anime, or manga for you to read.

Kenma will probably ask his followers and subscribers to send you love and support, he thinks it's best he try to surround you with positive energy.

He’ll invite over your friends and maybe the team to help, he wants to brighten your mood and he’s sure Kuroo will say something dumb enough to make you laugh.

What he doesn’t account for is Kuroo making him wear cat ears and parading him around as your new cat.

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“I invited the guys over umm I don’t know if that’ll help. If you want them to go back I’ll tell them,” he asks looking at you unsure. You shake your head no, as you wipe unshed tears and blow your leaky nose, just as you finish the front door open. Lev rushes in and pulls you into a hug lifting you off the floor, and Yaku scolds him to put you down. All of them have sat you down and shower you in hugs while giving their condolences. Kuroo and Kenma are nowhere in sight and it causes you to mix feelings of worry into your sadness. Lev jokes about them being cats and maybe they’ll see him in heaven because of some weird bond causing your expression to fall and your front to fall. Suddenly Kuroo voice rings out, “I present to you, Kenma.”

Kenma walks out with a pout and then you notice the cat ears, the belled collar, and the tail, honestly you thought this funny. But your brain was clouded and you weren’t sure if to laugh or cry and you kind of ended up doing both, Kenma rushes over to you taking you into his arms, “Kuroo you made her cry again,” he scolds Kuroo who now has a look of regret gracing his features “Hey baby, it's ok I’m sorry. I’ll kill Kuroo’s cat in Minecraft later, it’ll kinda be even.” He rubs your back as Yaku scolds Kuroo . When you finally found your bearing, “Do- Don’t kill his cat. He’ll be sad like me, but he did make me laugh. I was kinda laugh-crying. You look cute and I know I can’t do anything about my cat dying Ken. It just hurts and I know your tired your best earlier. Damn, I still feel like crying but thank you all for this. Thank you Kenma,” you say burying your face into his chest. Kenma smiles and everyone starts pointing it out only for him to shout at them yet again.

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Can I please have a short story of the prompt of the human reader being used as a sheild, and the human has a communicator allowing the bots to trace their signal? And can I please have ratchet, tailgate, cyclones, and drift for this?

I have headcannons for now because I'm spread really thin lately, but I hope you like it! Also I love this prompt in particular because every bot on the ship needs to be told how special and wonderful they are, and what better way to show them than by shouting their praises at an enemy with ample swearing?

Part One: Here!

Part Two: You're Here!

Ratchet

·Your relationship to the medic had allowed some of the restraint he needed for his high stress job to rub off on you, but that's also true of his testiness, so when you reach your breaking point it's quite the sight. The bot that kidnapped you for a ransom learns the loud way just how passionately you adore your grumpy bot when they crack another joke about Ratchet's age and you simply lose it. Held back by your chains, you crack that the bot who kidnapped you couldn't accomplish what Ratchet has if they had a billion years to do so, and what right do they have to insult when they look the way they do? "Call him old all you want, he looks better now than you ever have and ever will!"

·Perhaps it's the fact that the tiny human just insulted their appearance of all things, but the bot is frozen at the communicator, and somehow that makes you angrier. It's clearer to you now than ever before why Ratchet hurls wrenches at the bots that annoy him; nothing would be more satisfying than the "thunk" of a well aimed projectile at this jerk's head. As it stands you're willing to settle for using your words as the only weapons you have. Laughing bitterly, you ask your captor if they're only able to win an argument with bots that can't fight back, which would explain why they need you as a shield AND the corpses they keep as company. The last dig actually gets them moving towards you with a threat, but when they refer to Ratchet as your "rusty old paramour" you get a renewed burst of rage and go off once more.

·"Are you seriously trying to insult Ratchet of all bots?! Do you have any idea what he's capable of?! How many lives he's saved?! What have you accomplished lately, huh?! Besides EXTORTION?!" Feeling a tad bit flushed, it's impossible not to go all out in your tirade, especially because it feels so darn good after suffering in silence for so long. It doesn't hurt that you have so much material to work with either. This raging jerk is living in a corpse filled lair and kidnapping humans to ransom them off for cash, and they're going after one of the greatest medics the Autobots ever had? Cutting them down to size should be classified as doing the universe a favor! If you weren't so incredibly frustrated, and dangling from chains, you might have found this enjoyable.

·"Seriously! Ratchet does more good for the universe in a week than you could do in a lifetime! Plus, you think age is holding him back?! The bot walks right off the battlefield after carving up bad guys like you, only to waltz into the medibay to patch up everyone else, on a daily basis!" Though not impressed, it does appear that your captor is rethinking some things, and perhaps actually realizing they've made a pretty formidable enemy. Had that not been such a flagrantly obvious fact you'd have been satisfied. Instead you just keep going, your intense love for your docbot mingling with your frustration to pour forth in a never-ending stream of loving threats. Only a total power outage cuts off a tangent about how Ratchet's age has not impacted his ability or endurance in "other areas" of your relationship either...

·The darkness is broken by flashing lights and the crackle of energy weapons firing all around, and you just manage to catch some familiar colors flashing through the dark before a very welcome red and white frame swoops in to carefully slice you out of the chains with a laser scalpel. There's just enough time to catch a smile overflowing with emotion before you're taken into gentle hands, and as Ratchet takes you back to the ship you get a glimpse of your very roughed up kidnapper being cuffed by the remaining crew. Your partner takes you straight to the medical bay, fussing over you all the way and asking a thousand questions about your wellbeing, but without any of his usual gruffness as he does so. In fact, he's probably the softest you've ever seen him. The smile never once leaves his face as he insists on getting you fed and rested and to bed where he pulls the covers over you himself.

·In the aftermath he almost seems to melt in your presence, losing most of his grumpy persona every time he's with you no matter how long or difficult a day he's had. Though you obviously don't mind, a couple bots let you know that when you were kidnapped he was the closest to losing control anyone had ever seen him. He'd been shouting and cursing until you had interrupted the latest communication with your captor, at which point he'd been so shocked others had needed to rush in and take advantage of the prolonged signal. Evidently, hearing you defend him as you did had rocked his world in the best possible way. Between working a stressful and often thankless profession, and not ever hearing you shout in such a way before, he's been touched to learn he could be loved by someone who appreciates him as you do. It's enough to keep even the worst of grumpy days from affecting him.

Tailgate

·Truth be told, your greatest concern when you were kidnapped was for your tiny SO, as his propensity for panic could result in some very unpleasant anxiety attacks while he and the others try to rescue you. That worry on his behalf turned to fury when your kidnapper refused to stop mocking the little bot for everything from his size to his age and even for supposedly choosing an organic solely to be taller than someone. It's enough to make you see red, and your limit is quickly reached as a result of the cowardly bullying. Your explosive bout of rage is a scream of frustration that quickly morphs into an unstoppable tirade that pulls no punches. Has this big jerk been planning this for any length of time you ask, because if so, you know a couple of sparklings that could think of more mature insults!

·"Really?! You make fun of bots for being short?! He's also blue, you want to pick on him for something arbitrary, why limit yourself?!" You know it's not the smoothest insult, but darn it all, you can't bring yourself to think straight with all this rage. This bot needs to hear what an absolute creep and bully they are, because seriously who gloats like a real life cartoon villain? When they leave the communicator and try to get in your face you're only further incensed, channeling your tiny partner's courage as you wish beyond the telling of it you could punch the jerk into silence. "If there's gonna be insults, how about I open the floor to some genuine digs? Because your ugly mug is a GOLDMINE of material, okay?! Seriously, does Unicron ask YOU for beauty tips?!"

·There's sputtering in response, which you just take as a go ahead to tear them apart, because at this point you're not sure if you can really stop. After all, record shattering hideous face aside, what does this bot actually have to offer? Tailgate has saved millions! Faced with multiple varieties of death, he took out the guy hellbent on committing species wide genocide, and he doesn't even brag about it! You rub that in your captors face with all the pride you have for your partner spurring you on, hoping that you get a chance to tell Tailgate what a source of inspiration he was in these moments. At the very least you'll have to tell him how your captor froze at the enraged shouting. "Plus, Tailgate has actual friends! People LIKE him, unlike you, who I'm guessing doesn't entertain often based on the corpses you leave lying around!"

·A last ditch attempt to shut you up with a few lame threats just gets you laughing, in part because you can't believe this bot ever thought they were going to succeed at this. "You didn't even bother to check up on who you're making an enemy of, did you? I doubt it, because if you did, you'd know Tailgate has made paperweights out of bots much tougher than you!" Perhaps it's a little macabre, but it's endlessly satisfying to see your captor flinch as you describe what an absolute powerhouse your partner is, particularly how he uses his small size to levy his strength in the most destructive ways possible. It's delightful enough that, as you begin to brag about the benefits of his size relative to yours and his strength working together in more intimate settings, only something like an earthquake stops you.

·Chained as you are, there's no way to get a clear look at your captor as they attempt to flee, but thankfully the ground stills just in time to let you see the cavalry arrive. Lost Light bots pour in to stop the automated defenses from doing much at all, and in a brilliant blue and white blur your kidnapper is punched full to unconsciousness by what might as well have been a meteorite. It's only when said force of nature runs to free you and a tearful blue visor meets your eyes that you recognize Tailgate. The minibot gets you down in a hurry and embraces you in as tight a hug as is safe, talking a mile a minute about his worries and how sorry he is you had to go through all this. After assuring him he doesn't have to beat up your captor any further, you let him carry you back to the ship, getting nuzzled all the while.

·In between far more frequent cuddle sessions from the absolutely enamored Tailgate, you get pulled aside by a couple bots who just want to let you know what an impact your brave speech had on the minibot. While inconsolable during your kidnapping, to the point of swapping between rage and tears every few minutes, he'd been visibly awed once he heard you go off in his defense. That makes you understand everything far more clearly; this bot has been unsure of his self worth for so long, so hearing you face down a much larger foe because you love him so much that their taunting him drove you to frenzy... Knowing he's loved like that changed his entire worldview. You can see it in his visor every time he looks at you, and feel it in every buzzing hug, how grateful he is to have found someone who loves him.

Cyclonus

·Dating a bot capable of triggering enemy surrender with a glance requires a strong will, mostly to endure the endless questions from bots confused as to how you got Cyclonus to ask you out, but today you find yourself facing a whole new level of irritation. Though the bot that kidnapped you is obviously no match for your towering partner, they still mock the big mech through radio like they're some kind of badass, taunting him for debasing himself and growing soft by dating a fleshy. Regardless of how hard Cyclonus has worked to open up to you, hearing the personal jabs makes something within snap and go nuclear, resulting in a war cry your partner would be proud of as you rattle your chains for emphasis.

·"Can you just CAN IT with the insults?! We all know that if this fleshy wasn't here as your shield, you'd be fleeing to the other end of the galaxy!" You waste no time getting right to the heart of what's so infuriating about your captor; their spineless and cowardly nature is so obvious beneath the sneering mockery it makes you literally sick. Seeing how completely they freeze at your jab just proves your point in your mind. What, were they just expecting you to be quiet forever after dealing with THEM for the past few hours? Was the idea of resistance that surprising to them?! The calm maturity you picked up from Cyclonus is matched only by the capacity for righteous fury learned from the same source, and it's the latter that breaks out in glorious fashion.

·"Oh, what, nothing to say? No moronic insults for someone who can actually talk back? Do you need your debate opponents to be silent so you can think of a rebuttal?!" Your almost sarcastic jab actually earns you a demand to be silent, but it's so lacking in authority you can only laugh, despite not feeling any less furious with the situation. It's bad enough to be kidnapped and chained up, but by someone this incompetent? Being a tiny fraction of their size doesn't make you feel any less embarrassed for having been caught by them. It's enough frustration to make you snap again when they start coming in close, especially as another insult is levied at Cyclonus for having chosen a human so unpleasant due to his age and miserable attitude. The words are little more than kerosene on your already burning anger.

·"Do you really think you get to accuse Cyclonus of having a miserable attitude, you inept excuse for a kidnapper?! I'd rather have a conversation with these corpses than you! Not to mention, Cyclonus isn't limited to insulting people whenever he talks, unlike you!" The tirade is perhaps nonsensical with how passionately you begin to praise your partner's command of verse, but you're far too lost in your genuine adoration to care, especially as you begin to relay how wonderfully enticing his singing is to you. Every time your captor tries to command silence you just jump to yet another feature that makes your heart flutter, riding on the high of how incredibly good it feels to rub it all in their flustered face as you go. An attempt at describing his passionate grasp of verse around specific topics is stopped only by a door flying off its hinges in a burst of shattered metal.

·Security forces do nothing as a hulking purple figure enters through the smoke of considerable destruction, and your captor is left paralyzed with fear as they're hefted up by a clawed hand, one you're so relieved to see you can't help calling out their name. Cyclonus is content to toss the criminal to the rest of the crew as they arrive, and actually smiles once he beholds you safe. Freeing you of your bonds, he doesn't drop the chains until they're wrapped about your captor for some poetic justice. After that, you're carried to the nearest private spot on the ship and embraced without hesitation, the giant arms that have held you before almost shaking as he whispers how grateful he is to have you back. For an instant he sheds genuine tears when you hug him in return.

·Though the intensity of his emotions isn't as extreme as when he rescued you going forward, the big bot is far more open about his feelings than ever before, even showing them in full view of others. Surprised but not at all displeased, you are however quite thrown for a loop when someone recounts how incredibly worried he was during your kidnapping, in that he had to be convinced not to go after you alone and gouged some unfortunate furniture as he listened to the communications. Yet the moment you started your tirade, he was shocked to a whole new kind of silence. It's obvious that he hadn't even been able to process it at first, but now is fully overwhelmed and grateful for your love as he never was before. Hearing himself defended by someone he adores more than anything changed his perspective of himself, as well as his outlook on life, for how could he not see the beauty of a universe that had given him you?

Drift

·Sort of an interstellar hippy in his own way, Drift has taught you a lot about remaining calm through meditation, saying that a clear mind and control over anger is key to surviving high stress situations. The same philosophy is what he instructed you to use when others mocked his past, as he claims to be used to it and doesn't want anyone angering you on his behalf. This doesn't stop you from simmering in your current situation, dangling from chains as you might be, and admittedly being kidnapped tends to shorten one's fuse. Perhaps that's why you explode so dramatically when your abductor opens up the communication line just to mock your partner by claiming he hardly should be upset by an organic dying, considering his past, and that this current "relationship" is probably just a redemption stunt. That final mistake sets you off on a legendary tirade.

·"Are you KIDDING me?! You want to talk about STUNTS you wannabe kidnapping loser?! Do you have a projection disorder or something?! Because unlike you, Drift doesn't actually have to PROVE anything!" Never in your life have you wished to be the same height as the bots to this degree, granted though it's only because you want to strangle this jerk purely for the satisfaction of throttling them. Drift has worked to be better, and jabs about his past hurt him deeply, despite what he says. What right does this loser have to use that against him? You're so worked up fear isn't in your catalog of emotions when your captor tries to threaten you with physical harm. All you see is an overhyped grifter who got lucky, and you make that abundantly clear.

·"What, are you going to try threatening me, really? Am I supposed to be afraid of bluster now?!" The sight of a tiny organic growing red in the face with rage actually seems to give the bad bot pause, in part because you're so flushed they have to wonder if humans have a secret explosive ability that you're presently charging up. Admittedly you do feel like you might pop, but that's only because it's impossible to unleash all of your anger in a way that's truly satisfying, and you're left with spouting all the very justified insults that spring to mind. One particular thing that galvanizes your anger; how is this jerk pretending they would stand a chance against Drift?! The bot may be a literal ray of sunshine to you, but you're well aware of what he can do to enemies, and you doubt your kidnapper is in the dark about your paramour's combat prowess.

·"Would you be playing the big tough bot if he were anywhere near here?! Or if you didn't have me as a shield?! Because I doubt you'd last a moment in a one on one!" You shout, your tone of vitriol somewhat humorous considering that the point is a very valid one. While not afraid of Drift in the slightest, you know being on his bad side can be fatal in impressively short order. Perhaps that's why his soft approach to your relationship is even better. It's so special to you that in your current state you can't help but brag aggressively, going on about what a wonderful bot he is and that this loser could never hope to best him in combat or personality. Seeing them rethink it all just adds fuel to your fire, but before you can really get going on how Drift's gentle mannerisms extend to the bedroom you're interrupted by a cacophony of unfathomable origin.

·One of the entrances to the room you're in is sliced open by what you swear has to be ten swords at once, but as soon as it's down and the wielder charges in, you see only two held by a very angry looking Drift. Though accompanied by ample backup, he's an army of one as he reduces the security to pieces and almost dices up your captor. Only some obviously difficult self control lets him immobilize the bot instead. Not wasting time, your partner leaves the bad guy for the others to hurry to your side, his expression beaming with unmatched happiness and relief as he cuts you free and catches you in cupped hands. Shameless kisses and a million questions about whether or not you're hurt are your prelude to an open embrace. Never minding public affection in the past, he's still at a new level all the way back to the ship and in the days that follow.

·It's impossible not to go an hour without a loving nuzzle against your forehead, and whenever you aren't looking Drift is in the corner of your eye with an absolutely lovestruck expression on his sweet face, to the point you halfway imagine there could be hearts in his optics. Rodimus himself tells you in confidence that the unshakable ninjabot was barely able to keep himself steady after your kidnapping, obviously holding back a hurricane of pain and grief within his spark, but that changed in a flash as soon as he heard you. Accustomed to being derided, he'd been unprepared for such a passionate defense from anyone. Hearing you shout his praises had nearly driven him to tears. The pain of his past and the exclusion he faces for it has worn him down, to the point he often believes himself to be irredeemable, but you've made him have hope for himself for the first time in eons. Your love makes him see what he's done right, and from now on, he fully intends to give you and himself more to be proud of every day.

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Something For You

Pairing: Jackson Wang x female reader

Genre: fluff / roommates to lovers

Warnings: implied nudity through bathing

Word count: 1855

Jackson couldn’t watch you hobble about in good conscience anymore. It had been going on for days now, and each time he saw you, it seemed that your legs were barely coping with the strenuous activity you were enduring.

“I’ll be fine,” you told him whenever he questioned your unusual gait, the grimace mixed in with your smile not convincing him in the slightest. You were definitely in pain, the gasps of air and the deliberate effort it took for you to get out of a chair only concerning him further.

He knew your office moving buildings was going to be exhausting, but Jackson wondered if you were doing too much. Had you not hired movers to lift the heavier items? Surely it would be cost-effective to employ manpower than run yourself past the point of no return.

Deciding he had to do something – anything – for you, Jackson stopped by a pharmacy on his way home. Armed with various muscle soaks and topical creams, he waited for you to return to the apartment you shared. Dinner was being served up when you made your way through the front door, struggling to get up the step into the living area.

Shaking his head, Jackson came over and helped you before clucking his tongue at you. “Enough, Y/N.”

“Huh?”

“You need to rest.”

“There’s one more day of-”

“You won’t survive another day of this,” he pointed out, and your gaze lowered knowingly. Jackson sighed before pushing a smile onto his lips. “I cooked dinner.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“Were you going to stand here after doing all you have today and fix yourself something nutritious?” he wondered, and your brief look in his direction confirmed his suspicions. “Ramen is not going to help you recover back your energy!”

“Thank you,” you mentioned as you allowed him to help you over to the table where a pasta dish sat waiting. It took you some angling of your body before you managed to sit down comfortably enough, and then you eyed the food with interest. “Woah, you went all out!”

“Hardly. Maybe I need to cook more often around here if you think this pasta dish is me putting on a good display of my cooking skills,” he boasted, and you giggled, a sound he hadn’t heard from you all week. It fuelled Jackson on, ensuring you spent the meal smiling the whole time. Although you had only been housemates for a short period of time, you were special to him. And after you had helped him get over a cold last month, watching you suffer now made him determined to return the favour.

It also just pained him far too much as a fellow human to see you struggle.

After dinner, you headed into your bedroom, and Jackson waited twenty minutes before launching into phase two. He started running you a bath, adding a generous amount of the muscle soak to the water. The bubbles overfilled the tub, and he was satisfied with how inviting it looked.

Knocking gently on your door, Jackson then entered your space, finding you at your desk, slumping over your laptop with evident distress from how much your back hurt. Jackson came to your side and shut the lid down. “I said rest!”

“Jackson! I have to find some time to work too!”

“Not tonight. You’ve done enough.”

“I’m too sore to go to bed and sleep right now,” you mumbled in response, and he nodded, helping you to your feet.

“I know, which is why I did something for you.”

You glanced at him curiously. “What?”

“Come with me,” he urged, helping you into the bathroom and the pointed to his efforts.

However, your reaction wasn’t what he had hoped for. “Oh. A bath.”

“I stopped by a pharmacy and picked you up a muscle soak,” he explained and whilst your eyes flashed with gratitude, you still didn’t seem overwhelmed. Perhaps you were too tired to show such emotion.

“I’ll leave you to enjoy it. Make sure you stay in there until the water cools off!” he enthused, shutting the door behind himself.

Jackson hoped it would relieve some of the tension.

The following morning over breakfast, Jackson eyed you carefully. You seemed to be ambling along with a little more ease, and this brightened his mood tremendously. You had gone to bed right after the bath last night, so he didn’t have a chance to ask if it helped until now.

You glanced up at him and smiled awkwardly. “I mean, it helped. Thank you.”

“Why do I sense a but in there?” he asked cautiously, and you bit at your bottom lip. “Did I overstep my boundaries as a housemate?”

“Oh no!” you gushed, waving your hands about dismissively. “It’s just… I don’t really have baths.”

“Ah.”

“It’s nothing traumatic, so don’t worry. I’m touched you thought to help me as you did. I don’t understand the concept of baths, though. I mean, what do you exactly do in them?”

Jackson frowned. “Well, you lay there and relax.”

“You and I both know I don’t know how to do that well,” you replied with a chuckle, shaking your head softly. “I sat there, and for a bit it was nice, but then my brain got bored with laying there and I started to overthink about things. How long do you wait it out?”

Jackson stared at you for a moment in silence, and then a snort left him. It was followed by a loud bout of laughter until he had to hold onto his side and try to calm himself down when he noticed your arched eyebrow. “I’m sorry. I’ve never heard anyone complain about how to take a bath before.”

“Well, my points make some sense. You see in the movies everyone is covered and soaking with pure happiness, drinking wine or reading a book. I don’t drink wine, and wouldn’t the book get wet if you lay down to cover yourself properly? Maybe it’s because I’m not as thin as those in movies. I definitely had to move around to keep parts of my body that were exposed warm in there.”

“You’re serious.”

“Completely,” you responded, and Jackson’s humour eased. He hadn’t ever thought about it. He had just taken a bath when his body required it and not really contemplated what it would be like for others.

“So it didn’t help you at all?” he wondered, slightly dejected. He had hoped you would feel better from it.

You sighed heavily. “That’s the problem I’m faced with. It did. My legs didn’t hurt as much to get out of bed this morning. So I guess I now need to learn how to enjoy a bath until I feel better.”

“I can help you,” he offered, and you cocked your head to the side with his words. Jackson grinned. “Not physically. But maybe I can give you some distractions to allow the soak time to not end in a rumination session.”

“Really?”

“Sure. If it’s helped even a little, it’s worth trying again, right?”

That night, you came home and had a bath. Jackson had recommended you listen to a podcast during the session, and it appeared you lasted longer in there. The following day, you had another and mentioned after that you had played with the bubbles for a bit as you once had as a child.

You seemed more relaxed within the bathtub.

And your legs, once swollen and hard to maneuver, were starting to look better from what he could tell. Jackson was pleased his efforts had helped with some of the recovery.

You smiled brightly at him when he returned home from work the next evening. Jackson gaped at you and then back at the door. “Since when do you beat me home from work?”

“Since I listened to your advice and took the afternoon off. And I had another bath.”

He smirked. “I thought you weren’t a bath person?”

“Well, that muscle soak really helped ease the pain. I figured it was worth getting through my discomfort if it meant I could function again.”

“So I did something right by you?”

“Don’t you always? You’re the best housemate I’ve ever had,” you told him genuinely, and Jackson was surprised that your compliment made his stomach erupt in flutters.

Blinking several times, he wondered if there was more to how special you were to him now.

“I’m going to run you a bath. I need to do something for you!”

Jackson chuckled heartily as he slowly moved through the house. It was ironic how years ago he had been the one to convince you of the magic in relaxation for your aching body in the bathtub. Now, he didn’t even have to say much to hear the tub filling up regularly. You poked your head around the corner of the bedroom door and grinned at him. “I put a lot of muscle soak in. I thought you said you were fit.”

“I didn’t realise that playing tennis against a pro would hurt this much,” Jackson lamented, and you pouted, walking towards him and reaching out for the bottom of his sports tee, lifting it over his head as gently as you could.

Jackson hissed as his shoulders dropped too quickly, and the pain seared again.

“You poor baby,” you cooed, and Jackson nodded, relishing in the special care you were giving him in his time of need.

It was out of compassion that the pair of you had gone from housemates to something more intimate. He had helped you when you suffered from pain moving office, and then you helped him when he got stressed out. With each time that you did something for the other, you grew closer, and soon it was at a level where you loved on each other through the hardships and highlights that life threw at you both.

Just as right now, your adoration was evident as you led Jackson down to the bathroom.

He eased into the tub with several groans, and you ran your hand repeatedly through his hair, hoping to relax him further. It was working, as was the muscle soak on his weary body.

“Can I get you anything?” you asked, and Jackson nodded once. “What do you need?”

“You.”

“I’m right here.”

Jackson nodded towards the bathtub. “It’s big enough for us both to share.”

“You are sore,” you pointed out and rolled your eyes when he pouted dramatically. “Seriously?”’

“I’m sure I’ll feel much better with your comfort in here with me.”

“Are you after a massage, Jackson Wang?”

He grinned. “That would be nice.”

“I’ll make sure you pay me back when it’s my next bout of body issues,” you warned as you started to strip off your clothes, stepping into the tub and moving close enough so you could work on the knots in his shoulders.

Jackson stared at you for a moment before shifting close enough to reach your lips, kissing you passionately. When he pulled away, Jackson smiled up at you. “I like baths better when they’re with you.”

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Title: Burning Pile

Words: 2410

Ship: Lava

Warnings: depressive episode, mentions of worthlessness. i wrote this based off od how my own depressive episodes tend to happen/come about so this might not be accurate to everyone so dont start yelling at me if its not "how depression is for you" anyone who says that will be blocked. its more of a comfort fic to get me through the last week of school.

Cole yawned, throwing his bag on the floor and rolling his shoulders, feeling them pop satisfyingly. Finally, he was home. Rubbing his eyes; cracking his neck and feeling his limbs come alive once more. He hated long car rides, they cramped his limps and make him travel sick. That’s the problem being tall and large; the back of cars wasn’t made to accommodate you. Jay kept telling him to learn to drive himself, but he didn’t have the time. Being a ninja was surprisingly hard work, with little time in between to learn to drive. He’d just have to make do.

“Oh Cole, hey dude, forgot you were coming back today,” Jay said, walking into the room, leaning against the counter, a strange look contorting his face, “How’s your dad?”

“Not too bad. Still pretty insistent on me being a good singer. Apparently, I just have to ‘dig deep. Something tells me he’s never going to back off with it,” Cole said with a laugh, Jay laughed, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes, “Are you ok man? You seem… I dunno. Off,” Jay’s face fell, his mouth scrunching nervously.

“You’re gonna be so pissed I didn’t tell you but… Kai’s not ok, he-”

“Wait what? What happened, where is he?’ Cole said frantically, his face falling in panic.

“I don’t- I don’t know dude! He’s barely been leaving his room, I don’t think he’s showered all week and I’ve barely seen him eat anything. We’ve tried to give him stuff and made him drink some water but-” Jay didn’t get a chance to finish, Cole pushed past him, dashing to his boyfriend’s room. From what he could gather, this had started a week ago. When he’d left. He hadn’t had a depressive episode in months now; had him leaving been the catalyst for all this? He was sure he’d been careful, he’d texted him every day. Even if they hadn’t called, he hadn’t asked. Besides, his dad didn’t know about them yet, he didn’t want to accidentally come out because of a phone call. Either way, if Kai had been in a bad way he hadn’t seemed like it. Apart from not asking to call, he’d seemed relatively normal. No slow replies. No giving texts. Nothing.

Cole softly knocked on Kai’s bedroom door, though it seemed pointless. No matter the response, he was going in there.

“What?” A hoarse voice called from inside the room. Kai’s hoarse voice. Cole opened the door, staring in awe at the state of the room. It was… messy to say the least. Clothes were scattered across the floor, making it so you couldn't even see the carpet. Mugs and glasses and bowls and plates littered around, just extra obstacles to the already high-staked trek to Kai’s bed.

“I’ve told you guys, leave me alone!” Kai yelled pushing himself up from his flat position on the bed, twisting his head around and staring at Cole, slightly gone out. His face fell when he realised who it was, staring at him solemnly from his position in the doorway.

“You’re back,” He murmured, twisting himself around fully so he was looking at Cole. Properly this time.

“Yeah,” Cole said softly, stepping carefully around the rubble and decay scattered all over the floor, sitting down on Kai’s bed when he finally got to it, “What… What happened?”

Kai shrugged, not looking at Cole. His hair was slicked back, matted to his skull with grease. Pimples beginning to form on his face, the lack of skincare irritating his delicate skin. Cole would be lying if he said he didn’t look gross and smell just as bad, but that didn’t put him off. Obviously, something was wrong, what kind of a boyfriend would he be if he didn’t do anything.

“I just… started feeling empty. I don’t care about anything and I have no motivation to do anything but… I didn’t want to be a burden, and I knew that if you suspected anything you’d come back so I just played it cool. Half expected one of them to tell you but… I guess they didn’t want you cutting your trip short for me either,” He muttered sadly, still not making eye contact. He couldn't. Not in this state. He was disgusting. His breath stunk like he’d just eaten something that’d been dead for a while and he probably stunk like something that’d been dead for a while too. Despite barely leaving his bed, his face was gaunt, his cheekbones beginning to further protrude, this time to an unhealthy degree and his eye sagging, purple eyebags hanging down as if weighing down his entire soul.

“Oh firefly,” Cole mumbled, opening his arms and wrapping them around Kai’s shoulders and pulling him close, feeling as Kai slowly relaxed into his body, not moving his arms.

“I’m sorry,” Kai said softly into Cole’s chest.

“For what?”

“Not telling you. Lying to you.”

“I don’t care. You have nothing to be sorry for, you weren’t in the right headspace and still aren’t. But I’m home now, so I’ll help you get out of this. Have you been taking your meds?” Cole said, still speaking in hushed tones. He wasn’t 100% sure why, but it seemed to be comforting to him, so he continued doing it.

Kai shook his head slowly, knowing he was about to get lectured.

“Ok, that’d explain a lot. Let’s start with that then,” Cole said simply, standing up and looking down at Kai.

“What?” He said, confused as Cole looked down at him expectantly.

“Come on. I’m taking you to take your medication,” Cole stated, holding out his hand, “If I bring ‘em to you, you’ll not feel any better.” Kai sighed and took his hand, letting his boyfriend’s strong form pull him out of bed. He slumped over slightly, his legs barely able to keep him standing. Letting his arm hang limply, his hand barely holding Coles, they walked out of his room and to the kitchen. He wasn’t 100% sure he was even in the room with him, his mind fuzzing in and out of focus from his surroundings. One moment, he was in the kitchen with his boyfriend. Next, he was in his head, letting his thoughts run wild. The latter was less than ideal; especially without the prescribed dosage of antidepressants in his system; but he didn’t have the energy to care.

“Ok,” Cole said, putting 2 small pills down in front of Kai along with a cup of water, “Take them.” Kai nodded, letting go of Cole’s hand and picked up the tablets, sloppily placing them in his mouth and swallowing them with the cool water. It felt heavenly, rolling down his dry throat and even drier tongue, giving them a new lease of life.

“Better?” Cole said softly, taking Kai’s hand back in his own. Kai shrugged, leaning against Cole and closing his eyes.

“Don’t bother going back to sleep on my arm, there’s more,” Cole continued, firmly but lovingly. Kai knew it was for his own good but… he just wanted to get back in bed. There was an immovable weight on his chest, dragging him down and increasing the effort to keep himself upright. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could actually stay stood up.

“Ok, have you had something to eat today?” Cole asked, taking Kai’s other hand and looking at him softly. Kai nodded, looking back, but not quite meeting Cole’s eyes. His heart twisted with every beat in his chest; his stomach turning in knots. He knew he couldn’t give in and let him go back to bed- he’d never feel better while he’s in this state- but the look in his eyes. It was so… void. So tired. So… emotionless. Yet full of emotion. Twisting and turning. Hurt, anger, sadness and an utter lack of anything positive.

“Ok. In that case, only 2 more things. We’re gonna brush your teeth and shower,” Cole said, Kai’s face falling in desperation. Evidently, he didn’t want to do either of those things; but Cole knew full well that he wouldn’t do it of his own volition.

“Please, firefly. We can watch a movie or something after that. I just… want you to feel better. I’m doing this for your own good. Plus, I’ll help you. I won’t get in the shower with you, but if you need help with anything I’ll stay in the bathroom while you’re in there. Just… how about this. Just wash your hair. Then I can put some deodorant on you and wipe your face. Are you ok with that?” Kai nodded in response, eliciting a small smile from Cole.

“Good. I’m so insanely proud of you Kai, for working with me here. I know how hard it can be when you get like this so I know how much it’s taking for you to do this right now. So, I’m insanely proud of you for actually going along with me,” Cole said sincerely, raising his free hand and resting it on Kai’s cheek. Kai leant into his hand and smiled a small, but tired, smile, raising his own hand and resting it on top of Cole’s.

Walking towards the bathroom, Kai took a reluctant breath and stepped inside, Cole following soon after. Cole turned the water on, pulling the mildly disgusting shirt off of Kai and tossing it into the laundry basket, letting him take off his boxers. Slowly stepping into the shower, Kai winced as the hot water hit his skin, cascading down his body and washing any surface-level grime away. His arms were lead; his eyelids hanging heavily over his eyes. He couldn’t do this.

“Cole,” He said weakly, not moving from under the warm water, “I want to get out.”

“Come on Kai, don’t give up now,” Cole replied softly, moving towards the shower and opening the curtain, seeing the exhausted look in his eyes, “I’ll wash your hair. How about that?” Kai nodded slowly. Cole smiled, pulling his own shirt over his head and discarding it to the side, reaching around his boyfriend and grabbing the shampoo, making sure Kai’s hair was wet enough before applying any. He slowly massaged it into his skull, looking down from his hair to Kai every so often to give him a comforting smile. Kai sighed contently, feeling the first bout of comfort; and even the first sliver of joy; in days. The feeling of Cole’s fingers on his head… knowing he was here and he was ok and alive. He was alive. Cole was here. The steady scratching and rubs keeping him grounded.

Quickly washing the shampoo out of Kai’s hair and turning off the water, Cole smiled, taking Kai’s hand again and leading him out and towards the sink. Cole grabbed his robe from the back of the door, bundling Kai up in it to assure he stayed warm. Cole laughed a little, looking down at Kai’s short, thin figure wrapped in his large robe, like a baby in a teenagers coat.

“What?”

“You just look really cute. You know like when a little kid just gets out of the shower. Their hair’s all slicked back and their bathrobe is about 10 sizes too big?” Kai blushed and crinkled his brow indignantly.

“I do not look like a child, not all of us were blessed to be 6 foot you know,” He huffed, pulling the robe around himself tighter.

“Yes, you do! You’re my cute little baby boy!” Cole said enthusiastically, noticing the smallest of sparkes light up in Kai’s eyes again as he glared indignantly at his boyfriend. With a laugh, Cole grabbed Kai’s toothbrush, putting some toothpaste on it and splattering it with water.

“Open up baby boy!” Cole said with a grin. Kai rolled his eyes and opened his mouth, allowing him to quickly brush his teeth. Grabbing a face wipe from the cupboard, he gently scrubbed the grease off of his boyfriend’s face. Then, finally, he grabbed a can of deodorant and sprayed him all over, banishing any thought of odour away from their minds (and bodies). Cole grabbed his shirt from the spot on the floor where it had landed earlier and pulled it back over his head.

“Hair drying time now,” Cole said, grabbing a clean towel from the cupboard and laying it over Kai’s wet hair, gently beginning to rub it, dragging the worst of the moisture out. Kai sighed in contentment, feeling himself shake and move as Cole dried his hair, the rough towel feeling heavenly as it dragged along his scalp, massaging any worries or unnecessary emotions away. Now all he felt was a deep feeling of peace and quiet.

“Damn, I’ll rub your head more often, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this happy,” Cole said with a laugh, continuing to softly rub his head with the towel, unable to contain his laughter at the small noises of contentment coming from Kai. Eventually, he took the towel back off his head and smiled down at his boyfriend, ruffling his hair affectionately.

“Now we just need to get you some clothes, then it’s dumb movie time,” Kai smiled, his lips softly curving into a smile; a real one.

“Can I wear your clothes?” he said softly, his voice still hoarse from barely speaking this last week.

“Of course firefly, it’d be rude of me not to!” Cole said lightly, taking his hand and leading him to his room, immediately grabbing his largest hoodie and sweatpants. He helped Kai put them on and stared down at him in awe.

“You. Are. So. Damn. Small!” Cole said happily, looking at his boyfriend’s small frame being taken over by his large clothing.

“No, you’re just too big,” Kai said indignantly, stuffing his hands in the pockets of the hoodie.

“You know I mean it lovingly, you just look too cute in my clothes,” Cole gleamed, his face lighting up in pure delight. Kai said nothing, just let out a small giggle, his face glowing crimson.

“Now come! My sweet little baby boy! We shall watch dumb movies made for people 10 years younger than us until you feel better!” Cole exclaimed, sweeping Kai off his feet and holding him bridal style, carrying him towards his own room where he dumped him on the bed, turning on the TV and preparing for at least a day of watching weird movies and enjoying each others company.

[daddyjackfrost]

i'm not sure if i have anyy suggestions that you'll want to write, but i'll send them in as they come to mind

so excited for your writing ^^ no pressure though, best of luck with your studies!!

y/n is studying (something difficult, maybe pre-med or med school?) and is feeling a little drained and self-doubtful. she gets up from her space to take a second and is reminded of a time she spent with <whichever haikyuu boy you'd like to write about>. they hadn't gotten to spend much time together as a result of their busy schedule, so the memory of this weekend is especially special to her. start flashback of fluff they had met for dinner, spent time together, cuddled and slept (not 18+) together. they both woke up early but opted to stay in bed together, content in eachother's company, making small talk, laughing softly, fluffy stuff. y/n had brought up her struggles to <haikyuu boy of choice> and he'd been there for her to confide in. she knows its her dream, but casually wonders if she isnt cut out for it. he actively listens, offering comforting touches, until she's finished and then helps her talk it out until she's back up in confidence. more fluffy morning end lashback of fluff y/n feels better having remembered <hq boy>'s pep talk and resumes her efforts.

yeesh, idk how long/short/detailed/vague suggestions are supposed to be, so sorry! 😅 i'll try to be more vague, if you'd like, in the future

hi!! omg u r SO cute i’m in love. anyways, i love your suggestion! it’s amazing. and don’t worry, the more detail the better!

for this request, i’ve chosen Daichi. because i’m a daichi whore i believe in daichi supremacy

Warnings: none :) fluff, daichi x f!reader

alright, anyways, enjoy!

You stared at the piles of paper on your bed. You couldn’t even begin to recall what the different colours of the paper meant. You were just glad you had written it down on your phone.

“This is ridiculous,” you whispered to yourself.

Your back was aching, your muscles were sore, and your eyes burned from the constant strain. You had a final coming up and it was killing you in more ways then one.

“Is this even worth it? I mean, really, what are the chances of me getting into med school?”

You groaned and fell back on your pillow. You dragged your hands down your face. You had been spiraling down a tunnel of self-doubt and it was affecting you. You had begun talking to yourself even more than usual, especially since you cut contact from everyone for a couple of days.

Your phone chimed beside you and you turned your head to face it. You had promised yourself to turn it off, except you forgot.

Well, you didn’t forget, you just didn’t want too.

You picked it up and your eyes fell on the message that your boyfriend left you.

From: acab but not him🙄❣️

‘good evening, beautiful. make sure to eat something, yeah? and get some fresh air. you’ve got this babe, i believe in you❣️’

You smiled at the message. Unknowingly, a few small tears formed at the corners of your eyes. Daichi had a week long training camp that coincidentally aligned with your final. Now, Daichi was in Tokyo and you were cooped up in your room. 

Daichi had made it his job to send you texts almost every hour to remind you he loved you and to eat. You didn’t think you could love him even more.

Due to his own busy schedule, Daichi and you hadn’t been able to spend too much time together before he left. But you knew that as soon as you had taken the final, you were going to spent three days in his arms.

You sent a quick text back, telling him you loved him and that you were going to get something to eat now.

You slowly slid out of bed, making your bed and your bones make noise out of agony. Your knees cracked and you looked down. “Just break,” you prayed.

When nothing happened, you huffed out an annoyed breath and made your way to your kitchen. You and Daichi had moved into an apartment two years ago, and you loved every part of it. Your home was your baby.

As you walked, your eyes fell upon the black leather jacket that laid jumbled up on the couch. Your thoughts immediately flashed to the weekend, the last time you had seen Daichi.

It was Friday night, which meant date night for you and the police officer, and it was perfect.

You parked your car outside of the Miyagi Police Station, waiting for Daichi.

You stood outside, enjoying the light breeze. Daichi had texted you to give him a couple minutes. Today was Friday, which meant date night for you and your lover.

You heard some ruckus and lifted your head, meeting Daichi’s warm gaze. He had a large grin etched onto his face and you felt your own lips pull into a smile.

Daichi walked up to you and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead. “Hello, darling.”

You brushed away the few dark locks that fell on his forehead. “Hello, officer.”

Daichi’s eyes slightly narrows at the use of the word. He absolutely loved and hated when you called him officer. It did things to him.

“Come, let’s go. I’m starving.”

You nodded and pulled away from him, walking to the drivers seat. Daichi always insisted you drive when you picked him up because he wanted to ‘get his full of you’ because he was at work. You never truly understood it, but you liked his heated stare on you so you never said anything.

You and Daichi ended up going to your favourite restaurant. You went here a lot, and were now on first name basis with the manager and half of the employees.

You and Daichi both ordered your regulars and ate peacefully, with some small talk here and there. A hungry Daichi usually resulted in a quiet Daichi.

After dinner, you drove to the park by your house to get some fresh air and to work off some of the food you just ate.

Late night walks with Daichi were your favourite little activities you did with him. Daichi loved late night walks with you too. He loved watching the moon glow on your skin as you stared adoringly at the stars.

Daichi held your hand in his, gently swinging them. He wore black jeans and his favourite grey shirt, with his black worn out leather jacket you had gotten him a couple of years ago.

You kept your eyes on him. His skin glistened in the moonlight and you found him as beautiful as the stars that twinkled above him, if not more.

“What’re you thinkin’ bout, love?”

You turned your head, finding it completely unfair that someone so beautiful stood next to you.

“You,” you mumbled truthfully.

“Is that so?” Daichi’s voice came out teasingly.

You let go of his hand and skipped forward until you stood a couple of feet away from him. You pointed at him and he stopped, hands in his pockets and a smile on his face.

“You, Sawa, are the love of my life.”

Daichi’s eyes widened slightly and a flush of pink now rested on his face. Daichi cleared his throat but couldn’t help the grin that had replaced his smile.

“And you’re mine.”

You grinned at him and then continued to walk until you reached the hill that overlooked your neighborhood. You crouched down, and then sat down, pulling your knees to your chest.

Daichi soon followed, except he sat behind you, and spread his legs so you were sitting between them. He pulled you close to your chest, until your back rested completely against his chest.

You tilted your head back, resting it on Daichi’s shoulder. One of Daichi’s large, warm, hands laid on your stomach, rubbing softly. The other was playing with your hair.

This is it, you thought. I’ll never love anyone the way I love him.

You looked up at the stars. You had always had a fascination with the balls of of heat and energy. When you were a child, your dream was to become a star. You’re not quite sure when that dream led you on the path of medicine, but it did.

Daichi stared at you. It didn’t matter that you two had been together for almost six years, Daichi could never get over how beautiful you were.

The way your hair glistened in the moonlight, the way your eyes twinkled, as if you held the stars in them yourselves. Daichi stared at you the way you stared at the stars.

With complete and utter adoration.

Daichi’s eyes landed on your hands. He watched as they slight shook, and how your tried to make them stop.

He frowned. Your hands only shook when your were stressed.

As swiftly as he could, Daichi grabbed your shaking hands and held them together, complete engulfing them in his own.

“You’re shaking, love. What’s the matter?”

You froze. Caught.

Even though you should have been calm, happy even, since you sat under the stars with your lover, the final that loomed over your shoulder had your nervous system in shambles.

Daichi’s thumbs rubbed the backs of your hands as he waited for your response.

“I’m just nervous,” you mumbled. You hated speaking about up-coming tests or finals. You always had really bad anxiety when it came to any form of testing, and Daichi knew that.

He knew everything about you.

“What about?”

You sighed and extended your legs. Daichi had a way with words. Even when he didn’t speak much, his presence and silence alone spoke tenfold.

“Nothing, really,” you let out an awkward laugh. “You know I’m always a little bit nervous.”

Daichi wanted to press on the matter. He wanted you to speak to him, he wanted to be able to share your stress. But he also knew that you would talk to him when you were ready.

Daichi pressed a soft kiss on your neck. “Talk to me when you’re ready, love.”

You nodded. “I will.”

Daichi kissed the small space behind your earlobe. “Let’s go home, yeah?” You nodded, agreeing. Daichi stood up and then put out his hand for you. You grabbed it, and let him pull you up with ease.

You two began the journey home, reaching in a couple of minutes.

You and Daichi changed into your nightwear. You were wearing one of Daichi’s shirts, and he was just wearing grey sweatpants.

You couldn’t keep your eyes off his body, but managed to look away before he caught you.

Daichi slipped under the covers, and then lifted them. He patted his chest. “Come lay on me.”

You immediately obliged, jumping onto his chest, causing Daichi to let out a small grunt.

You let all your wait drop on Daichi’s body. Your head was in the crook of his neck, and your chest lay flat against his. You could feel his heartbeat against yours and it took you a moment to realize that both your hearts beat at the same time.

As one.

Daichi slid his left hand under your—his—shirt, rubbing your back. It was these moments he wanted to truly cherished. He knew you were stressed about the final that was coming up. He had put the date in his phone when you mentioned it.

Daichi realized that today had been the quietest days you two had had. But he didn’t mind. He loved everyday with you. The quiet, the loud, the hectic, and the crazy.

Daichi began to hum. He could feel the knots in your back, and he knew you should have a nice relaxing weekend before you began to study.

Before he knew it, Daichi heard your soft snores fill the air.

A wide smile broke out on his face. Daichi absolutely adored your sleeping face. All your worry lines disappeared and you looked the most at peace when you slept in his arms.

Daichi slightly pushed himself up. He wanted to be able to see your properly. His brown eyes softened at the sight of your hand against chest. You often called him a creep for staring at your sleeping face, but he always just shrugged it off.

After some time, Daichi found himself driting off to sleep, but not before he tightened his hold on you and kissed your forehead. “Sleep well, my love.”

Hours later, your eyes fluttered open, but you immediately cringed and shut them again.

The sun was facing directly at you. You had forgotten to close your blinds.

You tried to adjust your posture, but immediately stopped when you heard a low rumble from Daichi. No, you felt it, and you froze at the vibrations.

“Don’t move, love.”

Daichi’s voice was low and husky, and slightly dry. You lifted your head and found yourself still laying on his chest. Daichi’s arms were securely wrapped around you, his eyes were shut.

The sound of his morning voice hit you right in the stomach and you couldn’t help but brush your fingers against his cheekbones.

Daichi’s eyes shot open. His dark brown eyes met yours, and for a moment, everything stopped.

You looked so beautiful, Daichi thought.

“Good morning,” you whispered.

Daichi smiled at you and let his head drop back on the pillow. “It is a very good morning, indeed.”

You used your hands and slightly pushed yourself up, so you were now straddling Daichi’s waist. His eyes opened and landed on your nervous smile.

“What’s wrong?”

Daichi grabbed your hips and pushed himself up, so his back was against the headboard.

You now sat on his thighs, and his hold on you tightened a little bit.

You stared at the man in front of you. Even after having you sleep on him for hours, he still looked perfect. It pissed you off, especially since you knew you probably had some drool on your chin.

Daichi leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to your forehead. “Talk to me.”

You nodded and began to play with your fingers.

You couldn’t help but think of the final you had to take in a couple of days. It didn’t make sense, you thought. You had taken finals and tests before, but for some reason, the one you had in five days had disrupted your sleep and taken over your life.

“I’m so nervous for the final, Sawa. I feel like there’s a knot in my stomach and it keeps tightening. I can’t breathe.”

Daichi began to rub the skin above your hip with his fingers. He listened attentively. He was gonna let you talk first, getting everything off your chest.

“I know I always complain and then end up doing well, but what if this is the one I flunk? What if this is the one I end up failing? It’s so nerve wracking. I don’t even know if I wanna do this anymore.”

Daichi’s hands slipped under your shirt and he slowly began to massage your back and shoulder muscles. He wanted to offer you physical comfort.

He knew you were often a mess of nerves and anxiety a week before any test, and no matter how many times he assured you that you would do fine, you always ended up getting caught up in your head.

“I know it’s my dream. But at this point, dropping out sounds ideal. There’s enough doctors in the world, right? Maybe I should do something less nerve wracking.”

You sighed and closed your eyes. It felt nice to finally get your thoughts off your chest.

Daichi’s hands squeezed your hips in response. He hated hearing you talking yourself down. It made him feel so helpless, because for him, you were his everything. He had the upmost respect and belief in you.

“Y/n, love, from everyone in your life, you are the only one who doesn’t fully believe you can do this. I know medicine is a very hard and competitive occupation, but you know I believe in you. If anyone can power through this, it’s you.”

Tears had pooled in your eyes. Daichi had always been so good with words. You knew that Daichi had always been mature for his age, meaning his patience and abilityto comfort you was far better than anyone else’s.

His compassion and understanding was his greatest qualities. His calming aura always managed to break through all your walls. It was what made him such a good captain.

“What if I fail?”

You had mumbled your question, hoping he wouldn’t have caught it.

But he did.

Daichi leaned in and kissed your nose “You won’t. And if you do, then you fail. You shouldn’t be scared to fail, y/n. You should be scared to give up. If you fail, you can always take it again.”

You sighed and lightly nodded. Although you appreciated his words, you knew they would only comfort you for a day or two.

“Thank you, Sawa.”

You tried getting up from his lap, but Daichi had other plans. He grabbed your hips tightly and leaned in, kissing your lips.

You didn’t hesitate, you just began to kiss him back eagerly.

Daichi’s right hand slid up your back, pushing you into him.

Your lips moved together in sync, and you brought your hands to his hair, clutching the soft ends tightly.

Daichi slightly pulled away, only to gently kiss your lips again.

Before you could deepen it, he pulled away again.

“It’s not easy, y/n. But accomplishing your dream never is. You’re gonna do great, just like you always do. I believe in you, and it’s time you do as well.”

His words wrapped around your anxious thoughts and completely anguished them.

You nodded, your nose brushing his.

You closed your eyes and let your head drop on his shoulder. Daichi wrapped his arms around you again, pulling you flush against his chest.

You stayed in that position for hours.

You in Daichi’s lap, with his hands running up and down your back as he comforted you with his words of love and stories to keep your mind off everything.

You blinked a couple of times, trying to recall what exactly what exactly what you were doing.

As you recalled Daichi’s words, you let out a small breath.

He was right, you thought. You weren’t going to fail and you were going to be okay.

You grabbed the leather jacket, and slipped it on. It smelled of Daichi and it was exactly what you needed right now.

You walked into the kitchen and grabbed a packet of ramen.

As you made the noddles, you unknowingly smiled the whole time.

Thinking of Daichi had lifted your spirits and you felt better.

He loved you, and he believed in you, and for you, that was enough.

MAN, THIS SUCKS. I HAD TO RE-WRITE IT LIKE FOUR TIMES GODDAMN.

anyways, i absolutely love and adore daichi, and this is kinda eh😬 so forgive me. I’d been swarmed w work the past week and have no creative juices left.

i will write about this handsome man again.

daddyjackfrost © 2021 | all content belongs to me, do not modify

[fanfictionaries]

The Seduction of Sirius Black - Part 1

Pairing: Hermione Granger x Sirius Black

Summary:

Hermione loves her boyfriend, but there’s just one little problem -- she’s hopelessly attracted to Sirius Black. 

Warnings: Swearing, Smut/18+ NSFW, Angst, Ron bashing (sorry) 

Author’s Note: Posting some old stuff! Honestly, editing it has been a nice lead back into really writing. Very cathartic! 

Also, apologies for the Ron bashing in this story. I know it’s a stupid trope and to a certain extent I really enjoy Ron as a character, buuuuut I’m using it as a cheap way to move plot. 

ALSO, this is obviously a AU where Sirius didn’t die in the Department of Mysteries. 

ALSO (and this is the last one I swear), I AM a big fan of Wolfstar but I also have daddy issues and find Sirius Black extremely attractive and this is my tumblr so I can write the stories I want I guess. Haha Not to mention, Sirius Black gives BIG bisexual energy.  

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Hermione didn’t really know when it had happened – this attraction to Sirius Black. It wasn’t as if she had woken up one day with the sudden urge to jump across the table and shag the older wizard into the next life. The whole thing had occurred much more gradually than that, she supposed. However, despite all of the trivial aspects of her…situation, Hermione chose instead to focus purely on the fact that he was entirely off limits. For many reasons. There was no way anyone in her close-knit circle of friends would be okay with her becoming entangled with a man more than twice her age and who also happened to be her best friend’s god father. It would be unacceptable. It would be impractical. Most of all it would be highly inappropriate as she was currently dating her other best friend, Ronald Weasley.

She supposed the attraction was inevitable to a certain degree. At the beginning, nearly a year and half ago, things like physical attraction were far from her mind. She’d just started her new position at the Ministry, Harry and Ron were training to be Aurors, the war had just come to an end and thus her life was a whirlwind of people and places. But over time things slowed down. Ronald was stationed away on official Auror business more and more often, leaving very little time for him to visit her and when he did come back, he had to split his time between her and his large family. Harry, having waited for Ginny to finish her final year at Hogwarts, had gone and married her the summer after and for all intents and purposes abandoned her. Harry…

It was really all Harry’s fault. Or at least that’s what Hermione liked to think whenever she felt her heart skip and her pulse slip between her thighs in Sirius Black’s presence. It had been Harry’s idea for Hermione to move into Grimmauld Place with him and Sirius after the war. Family, it seemed, had taken an important role in everyone’s lives when Lord Voldemort fell for the final time. All of the Weasley children had moved back to their childhood home of the Burrow – even Charlie much to everyone’s great surprise and delight. Tonks and Remus moved in with her mother and father, Andromeda and Theodore, to bask in the cheer of their newborn baby Teddy. And Harry had moved in with Sirius. Everyone had felt the need to be closer than ever to the ones that they loved, and Hermione completely understood that need. In fact, if she had had a family to go to, she would have moved in with them as well. But her parents were still in Australia somewhere, the location even unknown to herself as she’d designed it that way. Harry, being fully aware of this fact, insisted that she move in with him and Sirius. Hermione had been fully prepared to get her own flat in London. But after a bit of prodding she’d accepted Harry’s offer, secretly grateful that her best friend was so kind and thoughtful. Now, she probably cursed him name at least five times a day.

Hermione had been happy for him and Ginny when they announced their engagement. She’d cried not only when Ginny asked her to be her maid of honor, but also when the two had said their ‘I do’s. However, Harry moved out of Grimmauld Place following their marriage and subsequently left her to live with Sirius Black all by herself. So now she sat in the quaint little kitchen of the Black home, sipping her morning tea, and trying incredibly hard to keep her attention on her book rather than glance up at the rugged wizard sitting across from her.

“Hmpf” Sirius let out the little sound of surprise before continuing, “Would you look at that. Sources say that while Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt, announces no final decisions have been made in regard to the recent Magical Creature Equality Act proposed last month, there are certain voices in the Ministry that are persuading not only the members of the Wizengamot, but the Minister himself to vote yes for magical creature equality.” He read the words aloud, peaking over his paper at her and raising his eyebrows. “I wonder who those certain voices or voice is…” he mused humorously.

It was no secret that shortly after being appointed a position in the Ministry department of Magical Creatures, Hermione had gone about being a personal activist for Magical Creature rights. Merlin, she had written almost the entire Act herself. Her hand still cramped at the thought of the hours she spent in her office and the library at Grimmauld Place scribbling away with her quill.

“No idea,” Hermione responded, feigning ignorance but blushing all the same in embarrassment. She kept her eyes on the pages of her book but found no matter how many times she read and reread the same paragraph she couldn’t retain it. Slowly her eyes shifted to the man in front of her. His gaze was fixed on the paper and so she was free to take him in. He had just showered, his wavy brown hair hanging damp to his shoulders. It made him look, in her opinion, especially delectable that morning. Hermione felt herself blush even deeper at the lewd thoughts threatening to enter her mind before looking back down at her book and scolding herself.

“So, when is Ronald coming for a visit again? Need me to clear off any time soon?” Sirius asked, sparking up conversation after the long bout of silence.

“Unfortunately, he won’t be back till next month,” she sighed, ignoring the second half of Sirius’s question.

“Well that’s not too bad I suppose—” Sirius smiled warmly and set down his paper as he stood up “—It gives you plenty of time to focus on getting the Ministry on board with your Act before you’re…distracted.” Sirius added the last part with a teasing implication not lost on Hermione.

“My Act?” Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow jokingly as she stood up as well and took her teacup to the sink. She grabbed the sponge to begin washing up when Sirius took it from her hand.

“I can do the washing up. You’re going to be late for work. Besides, it’s not like I work or anything. Might as well do something productive today,” he stated dryly, turning on the tap.

“Hmm, yes. I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that. You’ve become quite the lay-about. When are you going to get a job and start contributing to the household?” Hermione asked cheekily.

“Lay-about? Need I remind you that this is my house that you live in, rent free. You’re lucky a kind old man like me has taken a liking to you, or you’d be on the streets, kitten,” Sirius said, flicking some water off his fingertips in her direction.

“More like taken pity on me—” Hermione shook her head “—and you’re far from an old man, Sirius. I swear, you’d like people to think you’re closer to eighty than twenty!” She exited the kitchen and slipped into her heels next to the front door.

“Mind picking up some milk on your way home, kitten? We’re almost out!” Sirius called out to her, ignoring her statement on his age. Hermione tried not to focus on the way her stomach flipped in response to Sirius using his nickname for her for a second time that morning.

“Sure thing!” she called back before exiting the front door and apparating the moment she hit the sidewalk.

Hermione found it very difficult to work that day. The summer heat had become abysmal, proving to be quite the sticky, humid season, and of course that meant the Ministry’s cooling charms were on the fritz. By the time the day was over, Hermione’s hair had grown three times its size. Catching her reflection in a Ministry window, Hermione had gasped at its state. Even she hadn’t known it could get that big. In addition, her silk blouse that she had tucked into a polyester pencil skirt had become damp and uncomfortable from the sweat that accumulated on her body throughout the day.  And even after casting multiple drying spells to herself and her clothes, there was still nothing she could do about her hair. To add to her physical discomfort, she also struggled with a mental discomfort as well. Ron had been plaguing her mind all day long.

Ronald Weasley. Her oldest friend, now boyfriend. It hadn’t been a shock to anyone when they had gotten together after the war had ended. It had almost been expected in fact. She’d liked him since third year and aside from his short tryst with Lavender Brown, it had been obvious they would be together. Hermione loved Ron, she really did, but he was gone so often. Gone often and when he was home things felt…off. His affection seemed to have waned and Hermione was left thinking that perhaps it had something to do with her. Every time he chose to kiss her cheek as opposed to her lips or pat her leg friendly instead of holding her hand Hermione felt a little blow to her confidence. Bitterly she thought of how he and Lavender had been all over each other sixth year. She certainly wouldn’t enjoy having Ron’s tongue shoved down her throat in broad daylight, but surely, it’d be nice to have him show a bit of affection. In the beginning he’d been much more enthusiastic. They would often sneak off for a cheeky snog and hands often lingered under tables. They’d even gone all the way. It had been romantic and sweet, and Ron had certainly enjoyed himself. Or at least she thought he had. But now she wasn’t so sure. Maybe she’d been rubbish at it and he didn’t know how to tell her. Maybe he just didn’t find her attractive anymore. She had put on a bit of weight in the past year and a half. Hermione figured it was for the best as she was no longer starving to death on the run from Voldemort and his Death Eaters. But now when she looked in the mirror her eyes focused for too long on the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips, the thickness of her thighs, and the softness of her stomach.

Despite this possibility, Hermione couldn’t help but feel guilty about her lustful thoughts involving Sirius. She often tried to reason with herself that it was perfectly normal to feel such base emotions. Everyone had them and as long as she didn’t act on them, she was fine. She was just lonely, and Sirius was there.

Resolving to speak with Ron about her concerns when he returned in a week, Hermione shook the troubling thoughts from her head and continued down Diagon Alley, intending to just pop by the small corner store at the end for some milk and maybe some ice-cream for later. She needed a small pick-me-up after the day she’d had. Jogging the last few steps to the corner store, Hermione pulled open the heavy door and sighed happily as the cooling charms inside enveloped her. She wiped her forehead with her arm and headed to the back of the store where the freezer section was. The store was practically deserted aside from a single witch staring at the ice pops with a heavy look of concentration. Hermione walked up next to her to stare at the ice-cream choices and smiled when she spotted the Rocky Road. It was Ron’s favorite.

“It’s a scorcher out there, innit?” commented the witch, her thick London accent coming through endearingly sweet. Hermione looked to her left and took in the girl. She was thin and tan with beautiful golden hair tied up into a long ponytail. She had a friendly, heart-shaped face and sparkly green eyes. Something about her seemed familiar – Hermione must have seen her somewhere before.

“I’m practically melting,” agreed Hermione, shaking her head, and grabbing the Rocky Road, thinking she would have that tonight rather than her usual Mint Chocolate-Chip.

“Any fun plans for the heat?” the pretty blonde asked casually, grabbing a box of grape ice pops and a carton of Rocky Road ice-cream as well.

“Not really. Probably just go home and cast as many cooling charms as possible—” Hermione crinkled her nose and quirked the corner of her mouth in a wry grin “—Yourself?”

“Me and my boyfriend are planning a nice night in. He’s just got back from assignment with the Ministry. He’s an Auror, so we’re doing a bit of celebrating before he has to go back.” The girl smiled, her voice heavy with adoration.

“How nice! My boyfriend’s an Auror as well.”

“Really?” the girl asked, eyes lighting up.

“Yes, he’s actually away on assignment right now. I wonder if they know—” Hermione had been about to ask if perhaps their respective partners were familiar with each other when a voice called out from the end of the aisle.

“Babe, they didn’t have the crisps you like, but—” Basket hanging from one hand and a bag of Salt and Vinegar crisps in the other, Ron stopped dead in his tracts at the sight of Hermione. His eyes grew wide, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “’Mione?”

Hermione stared back too, but unlike Ron she was unable to find her voice. Instead she just stared. Ron was back from assignment? Why hadn’t he told her? What was he doing there? Why was he calling this girl babe when—

“Wait—‘Mione? As in Hermione Granger?” the witch asked, taking a step back from Hermione and towards Ron. She looked at Hermione with wide, incredulous eyes. “Oh my gosh, I feel so foolish. I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you.”

Hermione looked on in confusion as she watched the witch hook her arm in Ron’s and smile politely back at her.

“Hermione,” Ron said her name again, but Hermione was too busy taking the two of them in. She felt like an absolute fool. The carton of Rocky Road slipped from her fingers and landed on the linoleum floor of the shop with a dull thud. Then, in a panic, Hermione turned on the spot and fled, hearing Ron’s call after her mix with a small ‘Oh my’ from the pretty blonde witch.

There were a million places Hermione could have gone. There were a million places Hermione should have gone. All of them much better choices than the seedy little muggle bar she found just outside of Diagon Alley. She should have gone home. Or to Harry. Or to Ginny. The smart choice was to tell someone what had happened and to talk it out. But instead, she spent the next four hours doing her best to get well and truly pissed. Drinking wasn’t like Hermione and certainly the first glass of whiskey had been hard to get down. But she found after the first two, she hardly tasted the biting liquid anymore and the dulling effect of the alcohol was just so nice.

It was just past ten in the evening when Hermione left the bar, tipping this way and that way in her heels and feeling exceptionally light-headed. The night had cooled down and the sun had just set, allowing Hermione to feel some semblance of relief as she walked down the street to a nearby alleyway. It probably wasn’t the best idea to apparate when she was so inebriated, but Hermione wasn’t really thinking in that moment. She just knew she didn’t want to walk. Thankfully, she managed to land, although very ungracefully, in front of Grimmauld Place without splinching herself.

“Shit,” Hermione whispered followed by a snort of laughter when she tripped over the threshold after finally getting her key in the keyhole. The world had gone all wobbly it had taken her ages to find the right key and get it in the lock. Closing the front door as quietly behind her as possible Hermione found herself overtaken by the strong urge to laugh again. Hermione Granger was well and truly sloshed and for some reason she found that to be very funny.

“Hermione?”

Hermione jumped at her name, letting out a little shriek as she turned around and found Sirius standing in the hall. The hall was dark, but light streamed out through the doorway to the kitchen illuminating him in long shadows where he stood, arms crossed.

“Sirius—” Hermione held a hand to her heart, feeling it beat wildly in her chest. “I didn’t think you’d still be up.”

“It’s past eleven, where have you been?” There was a strange tone to his voice, like he was angry with her but also like he was speaking to a small, frightened animal.

Past eleven? How long had it taken her to unlock the front door?

“I was—” Hermione tripped on the rug, catching herself on the wall and letting out another little laugh “—I stopped and had a little post-work drink.” Her words were slurred, even to her own ears and she laughed again, holding a hand over mouth in embarrassment. “Well, maybe one or two post-work drinks.”

“Are you drunk, kitten?” Sirius asked, sounding amused now.

Hermione continued down the hall, getting closer and closer to Sirius. Each step was a new struggle. A trip here, a wobble there. But Hermione didn’t care. In fact, she felt…good. Free almost. “Maaaaybe,” she drawled, giggling like a small child as she closed the last bit of distance and swayed before Sirius.

He stared down at her, arms now uncrossed as he seemed to be trying to figure out whether he should be amused or concerned. Hermione’s mouth went dry. Now that she was closer, she could see him more clearly and Merlin did she see him. There was a shadow of facial hair across his square jaw, and down his neck. Hermione found herself wondering what it felt like – whether it was soft or rough. Gaze traveling down the thickness of his neck she found his upperhalf bare, the only thing covering his torso, an open robe revealing the inky black of his tattoos. She loved his tattoos. They made him look dangerous. Mysterious. Hot. His chest was free of hair, the lean muscles dipping low and high like delicious hills and valleys she’d so like to explore. In fact…she reached out a hand, her body working opposite of a clear head as her fingertips tentatively touched the smooth planes of Sirius’ chest. He was warm.

He went sort of rigid under her touch, but Hermione barely noticed. Instead she was too entranced by the feel of him. Had she ever touched him before? She didn’t think she had. Her gazed traveled further south and with it, so did her fingertips. Ghosting down the center of his chest from sternum to bellybutton, she blushed furiously at the sight of thick dark hair starting at his navel and disappearing below a pair of pajama pants that sat dangerously low on his hips. She swallowed thickly, her breath coming in thick hot puffs as her hand traveled further, barely brushing the thick hair before a hand shot out and grasped her wrist.

Hermione gasped, looking up suddenly into the stormy eyes of Sirius Black before her. He lifted her wrist to shoulder height, pulling her forward slightly as he did it. The distance between them closed even more.

“Kitten.” It was a warning. Hermione knew it. But for some reason her whiskey-idled brain didn’t care. She liked the risk behind his tone. Her body practically purred at the sound of his special nickname just for her – the irony of that sentiment lost on her in the moment.

“Yes, Sirius?” she responded, her voice coming out deep and breathy and dare she say seductive? Hermione had never sounded like that before. She kind of liked it. Looking up at him with her best attempt at innocent eyes, she waited for him to say something.

Sirius stared down at her, his face a stony mask, but a war was raging behind his eyes. Hermione’s gaze flickered from the stormy grey of his eyes to the fullness of his lips and back up. With a deep breath and a long swallow that made his Adam’s apple bob in a mouth-watering way, Sirius finally spoke.

“You should go to bed.”

Hermione huffed, a bit like a petulant child but not quite as bratty. “What if I don’t want to?”

“It wasn’t really a suggestion.” His tone was dark, and it sent a surprising thrill through Hermione’s body. Her center throbbed. Her breath hitched. Maybe it was all in her head – this thick tension between them. Or maybe it wasn’t. It was certainly taboo, this…energy radiating between them. But Hermione didn’t really care because in that moment she made the sudden realization that she could have this. She could have this and not be the bad guy. Ron was the bad guy. All those months of guilt for feeling basic human attraction and he was off shagging some beautiful, leggy blonde. But now…she didn’t have to feel guilty anymore.

Before she could stop herself, Hermione lifted up onto her toes and closed the distance between them. Their lips pressed together for a moment, firm and warm. When Sirius failed to respond, Hermione’s stomach dropped, and she made the mortifying realization that he didn’t want to kiss her. She was just beginning to pull away, an apology poised on her lips when the grip on her wrist vanished and reappeared around her waist, pulling her in tightly as Sirius’s lips claimed her own.

It all happened very quickly. A meshing of lips and teeth and tongue that left her hot, sticky, and out of breath. Before she knew it, she was being pushed up against the wall of the hallway, her back and head hitting the plaster hard, but she did not care. The only thing she could focus on was the feeling of Sirius’s lips on her own and the hot cloud of their shared breath.

His hands remained wrapped tightly around her torso, gripping the material of her blouse in his fists, but Hermione’s hands were everywhere. She wanted to touch all of him, and she was determined to do so. It wasn’t until her hands wound themselves around his neck and threaded up into his hair, gripping the strands vice-like, that Sirius broke. He let out a ragged groan before moving his hands from around her waist to her front. Grabbing the material of her blouse in each hand, he gave a great tug, not even bothering to try and unbutton it. Hermione gasped at the sound of ripping fabric and the pop of her blouse buttons. Cool air brushing her sensitive skin and the hitch in his breath made Hermione acutely aware that she was now bare to him from the waist up. She remembered the bra she’d chosen to wear that day – a thin and see-through number that cupped her breasts perfectly but left little to the imagination. He was kissing her neck then, sucking and biting in ways that left her breathless and needy. His hands covered her breasts, kneading and stroking in a gentle way that contrasted so strikingly with how he was attacking her neck.

The only thing Hermione could do in that moment was hold on for dear life. Her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest and when Sirius’s mouth traveled south to envelope of her nipples, she thought that actually had. She let out a low, needy moan and arched into him. Feeling bold, she slid a hand from his hair, down the firm planes of his chest and to the front of his pajama bottoms. At the feel of his hard length she whined, high and breathy. Her hand had been there for barely a moment before Sirius tore away from her, distancing himself the width of the hallway. Hermione leaned against the wall behind her, needing the stability of it to stay upright due to her still drunk nature and the shaky state of her legs.

“What?” she asked, looking at the panting man across from her with confusion.

Sirius stared at her for a moment, chest falling up and down as pieces of his thick dark hair hung in his face. Hermione tried to focus but the only thing she could think of was how much she wanted to brush that hair from his gorgeous features so she could see him more clearly.

“You’re drunk. You should go to bed,” said Sirius, his voice low and gravely and filled with an edge of regret.

“But—” Hermione hesitated, confused at his response “—I don’t understand.” She crossed the distance between them, kissing up the older wizard’s neck. Did he think she didn’t want this?

“Kitten.” Sirius’s voice was strained, but he still managed to grab Hermione’s wandering hands and push her away again. Hermione gasped at his rough touch as he pulled her off of him. “I said you should go to bed.”

Hermione stared up at him in shock for a moment before a surprising rage filled her. Was she not good enough for him? Was she not pretty enough? Did he not enjoy what they’d been doing? The hot sting of angry tears reached the inner corners of her eyes and she tore out of Sirius’s grip before stomping up the stairs towards her room with a huff.

Part 2

[cacti-are-like-flamingos]

Texted Love

Henry Cavill x Fem! Reader

Part 6

Central Masterlist | Texted Love

You wanted to say you were used to the flashing lights but in truth, you definitely weren't. Each burst of white blinding your gaze. Your eyes ached tremedously as they strained to continue looking forward, you could feel a massive headache coming in. You really wanted to get out of there as fast as your heels could take you.

Although you had to admit, the attention was divine and intoxicating.

Walking up to red carpeted steps with the help of your dear assistant, who by the way looked absolutely ravishing in his velvet purple suit, you swiftly made your way to the top. Overjoyed at the fat that you had not experience the traumatizing affair that was tripping on the carpet in front of thousands of international cameras. Ugh, the memes they would make.

Just as you were about to head through the main entrance, a familiar voice reached your jeweled ears. Glancing to your right, the faint squeals of Liza Koshy brought a smile to your face as she spoke into her microphone, " Holy cow, it's (Y/n) (L/n)! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! Damn look at her dress! Yes queen!" Giggling at her fangirling, you sauntered over to her. Enjoying the glimmers of joy in the young woman's eyes.

"Hello Liza." Your voice smooth like honey.

"Oh my- Hi (Y/n)! How we feeling today?" Her smile was contagious. You shook your head, a tired look on your face.

"Lights are making me dizzy and I'm tired and hungry. What about you my darling dove?" Both her and the cameraman laughed at your honesty.

"I'm doing great thank you for asking. I gotta ask, who are you wearing cause this dress is outta this world." Leaning into her, you were mindful of not "eating the microphone".

"I'm wearing Versace. But not only was the dress designed by them but, of course, the jewelry and purse." You showed her your bracelet, the white diamonds matching the pearliness of your teeth.

"Say (Y/n), I've heard a few things about a certain someone~ Wink wink." You giggled. For some reason, anytime you spoke about him, you seemed to have more energy than ever.

"You mean babyboy Henry?" Liza made a face as she let out a loud 'Ooo'.

"Have ya'll been talking?" Her voice was filled with excitement. You nodded causing the girl to squeal in delight at getting some tea.

"You heard it here folks! The ship has sailed!" You laughed, holding onto your abdomen as your whole body shook with each laugh.

"I wouldn't say its sailed yet. We're just talking. Hell, we haven't even met yet." She made a 'I-don't-believe-you' face, sassily placing her hand on your hip as she put all her body weight to one foot. You chuckled.

"Still, there's already a fandom." Your eyes widened in both horror and pure happiness.

"You jest!" She shook her head, her black locks moving back and forth like silk in the wind.

"I do not jest m'lady."

"Oh god. I don't know whether to be horrified or not...well...hmmm... As long as fanart has yet to exist I guess we're good." The reporter made a face to which made you have a moment of lapsed judgement.

"Bitch what the fuck ya'll work fast." Upon realizing your mistake you gave her a sheepish smile, apologizing for your sailor's mouth. Hopefully they bleeped that out.

The two of you spoke some more despite many interruptions made by your assistant. You genuinely enjoyed the young youtuber's presence, it was warm and bubbly just like her. Unfortunately, all things must come to an end. It was just as you were about to walk away when the she asked," Is there anything you'd like to tell Mr. Cavill at this moment?"

Acquiring a new sense of boldness, you nodded. A wicked smirk coming to sit upon your painted lips.

"Henry I don't even know why you bother, you can't handle this." You teased as you ran your hands down the curves of your body with a lopsided grin. Giving a kiss goodbye to your newfound friend, you walked away from the camera. Finally entering the main building, you were sat down near the stage, beside some other actors you had yet to see on the big screens. Or most likely, they were already on the big screen but you just didn't know considering that you don't really watch TV or movies as much as the regular person.

Opening your bag, you pulled out your phone, pushing back the many Wendy's receipts that were already lazily stuffed in there as an effort to have an alibi in the unlikely case that you get caught committing a crime.

Unlocking the device, a lopsided grin overtook your features the moment you gazed into your notifications bar. An oh so familiar username lighting up through the pixels.

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Instagram 7:50pm

(henrycavill): (u/n): Too much to handle? Is that a challenge?

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You laughed. Tapping on it, you unlocked the phone allowing for it to take you to the origin of the message.

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(U/n): (henrycavill): What? You actually think you can handle me? Dunno bout that mate

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He replied fast. 

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(henrycavill): (U/n): Oh I know I can handle you. Also nice dress, fits you well ;)

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You rolled your eyes, a charming smirk settling upon your lips. You could feel your cheeks flush with heat as blushed rushed into them.

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(U/n): (henrycavill): Thank you doll. What are you doing rn?

(henrycavill): (U/n): Just doing some things for the Witcher.

(U/n): (henrycavill): Big oof. Loved the first season, can't wait for more. If we meet you gotta be wearing both the contacts and the hair cuz 👌

(henrycavill): (U/n): hehehe

(henrycavill): (U/n):  What would you do if I did? 😏

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You couldn't help but giggle. Catching wandering eyes on your figure, you sent the owner's a little sensual shrug before glancing over to Terry, who stood not so far from you. At the moment, he was ordering some Champagne for the two of you.

He mouthed, Is it him? You puckered your lips, feigning a shy glance to the side before looking back up at the lean male. It seemed that the response was exactly what he wanted for his eyes shined brighter than freaking supernovas. Quickly grabbing both your drinks, he swiftly made his way over to you in long strides.

You proceeded to look back at the screen upon hearing your friend pull out the chair beside you after having put down the drink on the inky black silk tablecloth.

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(U/n): (henrycavill): 😜 we’ll find out when we cross that bridge lol 

(henrycavill): (U/n): smh. We will meet. How could I not want to meet my celebrity crush? ;)

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Seriously, the audacity of this man. Like hOW COULD HE?

Playing with my emotions and not my puss-

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(A/N): Sorry this is short.

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