#at least once a day i watch the end of the direct just to hear the ‘this is our last announcement’ and then the inkling girl shows up

[wonjns]

overawe — j.sc

⌗ pairing. . . jung sungchan x male reader

⌗ genre. . . smut

⌗ summary. . . uh oh, somebody made sungchan jealous (it wasn't even your fault).

⌗ includes. . . intimidating!bf!sungchan, sub!reader, possessive chan, a lil toxic, size kink, orgasm prolonging, nipple play/hickeys, unprotected sex (don’t irl !!), mdni.

⌗ wc. 1.2k

°A/N. . . requested by anon ✓ "Hey Luca!! Just here to request a jealous!sungchan with his younger bf who was paying attention to the other members too much 🫣 Sungchan knows he shouldn't be so upset but he just can't help it..." // hiii i hope you like it!! its nothing special really, just your run-of-the-mill jealousy fic but with sungchan, anything is hot 🥵

it was almost twisted how much control sungchan had over you without even having to do anything.

one would think it was inscribed in your dna to bend to his every will; to please him, to hear him praise you... to be his perfect, pliant boyfriend. yet, it seemed like you could do nothing but disappoint him – or at least thats what he wanted you to think.

something in sungchan's brain always itched just right when he would watch you break down in front of him. he loved how all it took was a stern glare to get you muttering a mantra of apologies, all but sinking to your knees for his mercy whenever you did something he didn't approve.

you can't help but reminisce the time you slightly rose your voice at him in the grocery store, just to end up sucking him off in the parking lot for 30 minutes solely to win back his forgiveness.

you remember your knees digging into his mustang's carpet flooring while looking up at his shirtless body, toned abs rippling as his head was thrown back, showing off his adams apple while he called you his good boy. you didn't even cum that day, but your cock was practically drooling at that sight for the rest of the week.

this time, you knew you were in trouble before he could even get a word out.

here you both were, the only ones who remained in your shared apartment after ushering all of your friends out after a long night together.

you were close with a lot of your mutual friends, especially shotaro, and it showed in the way the two of you were attached at the hip the entire evening.

your innocent physical affection and loud giggles were enough to catch the attention of a certain sungchan, who you knew you’d have to deal with from the way his eyebrow quirked dauntingly in your direction.

as soon as the front door closed, it felt as if an overbearing storm rage conjured itself in your home, hovering dangerously above your head. you knew this feeling was because of sungchan, the foreboding pheromones radiating off of his huge, 6'2 frame.

"i'm gonna get a glass of water," you sighed aloud, timidly making your way back to the kitchen in attempt to escape the rising tension.

but before you could even grab a glass from the cabinet, you felt sungchan's looming presence behind you. you'd successfully predicted that when you turned around, you'd see his towering form looking down at you with that gut churning smirk, silent as a mouse.

his accusing glare bore into yours, the slightest smirk dancing across his plump lips as he reached up into the cabinet behind you, lowering an empty glass in your hands without breaking eye contact for even a second.

"i-i'm sorry." you muttered, glancing to the tile below.

"what are you apologizing for, baby?" sungchan replied, his voice entirely too relaxed and unassuming for the anxiety it was causing you.

"i... uhm, it just..." you stuttered, breath hitching in your throat when you felt sungchan's long fingers tilt your chin up to catch your eyes directly once more. "i wasn't doing anything on purpose."

that earned you a low chuckle from him as he placed both large hands on his hips.

"are you feeling guilty for letting shotaro throw himself all over you? letting him treat you like his own slut right in front of me?" sungchan inquired, dipping his head down closer to yours.

his voice was sickeningly sweet, and you knew he was trying to lure you into a false sense of security. but you had been with him too long, you knew exactly what the steaming temperature between your two bodies meant. your skin felt on fire and he wasn't even touching you anymore.

the proximity of his face to yours was making you dizzy, feeling a certain muscle in your boxers begin to stir. you struggled to hold his eye contact, squirming under his glare as he flashed you another of his signature smirks, dripping in arrogance.

god, he knew what he was doing.

his physical prowess alone was more than enough to make your head fuzzy, but what really made you weak in the knees was his damn aura. he was just so dominating without even trying. he never yelled at you, or ever even harmed you, but the way in which he spoke was enough to make you melt into a worthless puddle on the floor. the slick tone of his voice had a talent to completely rewire and chip away at your brain until you could think of nothing else but him, and fuck it was a skill he never hesitated to use.

your taller boyfriend felt his heart leaping the more you fidgeted - shrinking smaller beneath him at his accusation.

"taro was just being friendly," you try to defend, twisting your fingers around one another. "i swear, babe... i swear."

"you don't get to call me that after ignoring me all night, sunshine."

you became aware just how much sungchan had inched closer to you when you feel one his veiny hands running up your thigh, the tips of his fingers lighting up paths on your skin as they traveled underneath your shirt.

his heavy gaze was still locked on to yours, just daring you to look away. you wouldn't... you couldn't.

you knew the repercussions, but in a slightly concerning way, the thought always had your stomach churning with butterflies and anticipation.

"you're gonna have to make it up to me, baby boy."

"fuck, channie, please!" you moaned, hands clawing at the exposed tan skin of your boyfriend's muscular back.

he had bottomed his cock out in you forever ago, and somehow still had the restraint to not move once, despite your endless pleas and whimpers. instead, he took to sucking mark after mark onto the thin skin of your collarbones and chest.

you'd be rich by now if you had a dollar for every time sungchan had guided you to just the peak of your climax by stroking your leaky cock while sucking on your hardened nipples, just to cruelly stop all ministrations and let your orgasm ebb away.

you had come so close to release you could almost taste it on your tongue, shaking in the frustration of denial only seconds later while hearing sungchan chuckle deeply at you. he thought your begging, paired with your tears and involuntary tremble of your lips, was the cutest thing in the whole world.

"awh, is my baby getting aggravated? i know he probably wants to cum so bad." he coo's in the second person, gently kissing your face before licking up the trail of a fallen tear. he groans at how your ass clenches on his throbbing cock inside of you. "shit, why did you have to go and make me punish you, prince? i could be fucking you senseless right now. isn't that what you want?"

you choke out another sob while nodding your head desperately, clinging to his broad naked shoulders whose grooves make your mind bleary.

"are you gonna be good for me from now on?" he taunts, raising an eyebrow as he reaches between your bodies to start stroking your desperate cock again.

"y-yes! fuck, yes, sungchan. i promise."

"and no more letting other people flirt with you? you know they could never make you feel the way i do." he smirks, cooing once more when you nod and lean up to kiss him again.

sungchan pushes his tongue into your mouth, purposefully muffling your high pitched moans when he starts thrusting inside of you.

he's huge, just like the rest of his body, and he always managed to snatch the breath from your lungs whenever you feel his cock beginning to bulge in your stomach from the power of his hips.

your thighs clamp around his slightly sweaty torso, pulling his body closer to yours for him to reach even deeper. your breathless groans flurried into the air as sungchan return to sucking on your sore adams apple, intentionally making sure you felt the ridges of his abs gliding along your cock.

with needy hands roaming mindlessly from his back, to his biceps, up to his neck, you felt your climax rapidly approaching for the umpteens time that hour - you choked out his name while tangling a hand in his shaggy hair.

"i fucking love you, y/n." sungchan all but growled, earning his length another clench from your ass. "you'll always be mine, right? my good boy."

"yes, yes i love you so much." you whimpered. "i- i love you, i love your cock, and the way you make me feel. i'm yours. forever, channie."

your mindless babbling was all it took, the bands in both of your stomachs snapping. you shared a loud, guttural moan in unison as you came at the same time. the sweet rush of finally being allowed to release made your spine tremble, and you swore you saw a firework of stars behind the eyelids you squeezed shut. you shook as your arousal shot up onto sungchan's chest, while he shamelessly emptied out his inside of you.

"oh my god, thank you." you whined repeatedly as your boyfriend's hips began to slow, carefully landing the both of you back to stability.

his large frame eased on to your sweaty one, but you didn't mind at all. you could only feel euphoria in your veins, grateful that sungchan decided to stay sheathed inside you for a little bit despite his cock beginning to soften.

this was everything you'd ever wanted - the feeling of him inside of you with his supple lips kissing the sides of your face, whispering the sweetest of praises.

"always mine." sungchan mumbled one last time, before you both began drifting to sleep.

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[andvys]

Dancing with our hands tied | S.H.

Chapter two ⭐︎ I want you to notice, when I'm not around

Warnings: angst! mean!Steve, unrequited feelings, one sided feelings, mentions of Steve being in love with Nancy, mentions of death, allusions to suicidal thoughts, mentions of weed and alcohol

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Word count: 4k

Author's note: I promise, it's gonna get so much better soon, get ready for some much more angst in the next chapter, it's gonna hurt. @hellfire--cult thank you for helping me as always, you're the bestest!!!

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The living room is crowded, at least it seems that way to you. You aren’t used to being around so many people. You didn’t want to come here, but you had no choice when both Eddie and Robin had showed up at your house earlier today and practically forced you out of the house.

Now you sit here, sinking deeper and deeper into Steve Harrington’s couch, feeling uncomfortable and out of place. You’re playing with the loose string on the hem of your shirt as you look around the room. Robin is snacking on the m&m’s Eddie had brought as she’s looking through the pictures Jonathan had taken of her and Nancy just now. Eddie is out on the patio, smoking a cigarette and talking to Argyle who will leave for California in two days. Jonathan is staring at the screen watching some music video that is playing on the MTV channel, his pupils are blown and his eyes seem heavy, he is high out of his mind and for once, Nancy doesn’t seem to care, with her legs thrown over his thigh, she’s sipping on the beer that Steve handed to her a few minutes back, she is talking to Robin, unaware of the set of eyes on her. 

You restrain the eye roll as you look at him. 

Steve is sitting on the same couch you do, though with a big distance, you sit at one end and he on the other, far far away from you. You know he doesn’t want you here, you saw the look on his face when Eddie had dragged you into his house, a wave of something had washed over his face, something unpleasant, like he wanted to scrunch his face up in disgust at the sight of you – his mind had already erased your little moment at the Sinclair house, last week. Now you are back to normal. He made a comment, you made a comment and now you both sit there, avoiding each other like the plague. 

Secretly, you watch him though. 

Like you always do. 

And what you are seeing now, only fuels your annoyance and your wish to go home. 

The smile on his face that could never be directed at you, is directed at her. The love and the longing in his eyes that always lingers when she is around. She who had stolen his heart from the very first moment they saw each other. She who had always kept his heart even when she left him for the one she is smiling at now. She who will always be the one he will look at. 

You thought that he was over it, you thought that he was over her. But you were a little blind and maybe he was too when he told Robin that he was over her. He never was, he never will be. You saw the way he looked at her when she patched him up after he was attacked. You saw the way he looked at her in the RV. You heard the things he said to her, how he talked about his dreams that he surely saw her in by his side. 

You also heard the things he said about you when he thought that you were sleeping. You still remember how gut wrenching it felt to hear him say things about you to his ex-girlfriend. 

You huff in silence when his lips curl into a smile and his eyes light up when Nancy throws her head back in laughter. 

God, why are you even here? 

Eddie falls into the seat next to you, throwing his arm around your shoulder. It feels as though a cloud of smoke had followed him because suddenly, the smell of snacks, fresh air and beer is replaced by it, along with the smell of his cologne.

Right. You’re here because of him. You don’t know why he feels the urge to drag you along to every group hang out. No one wants you around, you don’t even think that Robin wants you here, she barely talked to you since you came here. And the longer you sit in Steve’s living room, with an untouched can of coke on the table in front of you, surrounded by people who most likely cannot stand you or your presence, you wish more and more that Jason should have dragged you down with him. 

You don’t belong here, you don’t belong anywhere. 

Eddie takes a look around before he turns to you, the smile still lingering, though turning into a softer one when he notices the frown on your face. 

“What’s wrong, sweets?” 

You shake your head a little, trying to give him a smile, “nothing.” 

“Are you feeling okay?” He asks, whispering. 

You wonder if that is the reason why he always wants you around, so he can keep checking up on you, so he can make sure that you are okay, that you are still alive and not lying in some ditch after pushing yourself a little too hard while still recovering from surgery. 

Does he care so much because he knows that no one else would? 

Or does he feel like he owes you something because you helped him when it wasn’t even asked of you? 

You nod, “yeah, I just don’t know why I’m here,” you whisper to him, subtly gesturing to this tight friend group that you don’t fit into. 

Eddie is new to this as well, but unlike you, he’s open and friendly with everyone. He surely isn’t as cheerful as he was weeks back. Just like you, he is still recovering, hiding his inner scars from the face of the earth but still, he is trying. Trying to fit into this, and for him, it’s working, for you? Not so much. 

“Well, you’re here because of me,” he grins, tapping your shoulder. 

You huff but smile, looking down at your hands. 

Yeah, you wouldn’t be here otherwise. 

Had you not gone on a walk that one afternoon a few weeks back, you would have never ran into him. Eddie who had been a wanted man at that time, Eddie who was hiding at skull rock, in drenched clothes and with clattering teeth as he shivered like crazy. You remember how scared he looked when you saw him, how he thought that you would rat him out because at that time, you were nothing but acquaintances to each other. – You bought from him a few times but that was all. He always tried to make small talk, throw a few jokes at you, but at that time, he barely got you to laugh. 

You didn’t believe the rumors on the news, not even for a second, not even when Chrissy used to be a close friend of yours. 

You decided to help him, not knowing what else you were getting yourself into, not knowing that it wasn’t just him involved in a world you hadn’t known of yet, at that time. You got him dry clothes, food and the walkie talkie he had begged you for. 

You never expected Steve Harrington and Dustin Henderson to show up moments later, though. And least of all, you hadn’t expected Max there. It felt like a surreal dream the moment they started explaining everything to you. The moment you found out the truth about Starcourt, about all the deaths in this town, about the lab, about Henry. 

You had only been allowed to be a part of it because of Max, because of your friendship with the girl you had grown protective of, because she let you help. 

The night in the upside down, the night at the Creel house led you here, into this friend group, into Steve’s house where you certainly don’t belong. 

You don’t know what that nagging yet empty feeling in your chest is, if it’s the trauma that is slowly catching up to you or if it’s from watching him watch her, or if you’re just simply having a bad day but it’s making you feel sick and restless, you want the ground to swallow you up. 

You muster up your greatest smile and flash it at Eddie, “yeah, cause you’re my very best friend.”

He snorts at you, hearing the sarcasm in your voice. 

“Your only best friend is Red.” 

You smile at his nickname for Max. 

“Hey Chica, do you wanna smoke this with me?” 

You don’t even pay attention or look up, not until Eddie chuckles and nudges your shoulder, raising his eyebrows at you to look up and when you do, you find Argyle looking at you with a dopey smile on his face as he holds up a blunt to you. 

Without thinking, you get up with a smile on your lips, “is that even a question?” 

It’s been a long time since you have had anything other than medication in your system, you are in dire need of something that will ease your mind and make you feel more than what you are feeling today. 

You fail to notice the disapproving look on Steve’s face, the way he tensely straightens up, slowly getting up as his brows knit together, more and more, watching in disbelief how you make your way over to Argyle. 

“What the hell, Blondie!?” 

His raised voice startles everyone in the room. Robin looks up from the polaroids in her hands, glancing up at her best friend who is staring at you with angry eyes. Nancy and Jonathan turn to look at Steve before they turn to look at what he is glaring at – or who he is glaring at. 

Argyle and Eddie turn to Steve with confusion on their faces. 

And you, you halt in your tracks, and turn back slowly. Caught off guard by the intense look on his face, you freeze. 

“Are you crazy?” 

You open your mouth to speak, though you shut your mouth again when you realize that these words aren’t directed at you, they’re directed at Argyle. 

“She can’t smoke or drink! Her doctor said it loud and clear, and I warned you before!” He points at him. 

You’re taken aback by his anger, by his words. The fact that he remembered when even you, yourself have forgotten about it. You hate the way your heart flutters at that, you hate the way it makes your stomach feel all tingly. You know that it doesn’t mean anything, just because he remembered. 

You see the way Argyle’s face drops and the way he smacks himself on his forehead, “I forgot, I’m sorry, man,” he looks at you, pulling away the blunt he was just about to give to you. “Sorry, he told me… I wasn’t thinking.” He whispers, a little uncomfortably as a funny look takes over his face. 

Steve warned him? 

“Dude, I forgot too, don’t worry about it,” you pat his arm, giving him an apologetic smile. “Don’t mind mother hen over there, he’s overreacting as always.” You say as though you don’t feel your heart racing over Steve’s outburst. 

“And you.” 

You instantly turn to face him, just like everyone else in the room who watches the scene unfold with curiosity and confusion on their faces. 

You meet his hazel eyes, the ones that are still raging. 

“Stop being so fucking careless!” He snaps, pointing his finger at you now. “You’re getting on my goddamn nerves.” 

He places his hands back on his hips, huffing loudly. 

Your cheeks flush under his gaze, you can feel them burning, your heart beating faster and faster. You don’t know how to feel but all you can think about now is the look in his eyes when he realized that he hurt you back at Lucas’s place the other day, the words he had said to you. 

Despite the giddiness inside of you, you hide your feelings behind a smirk. 

“Wow, you do worry about me, Harrington. You weren’t lying.” 

He squints his eyes at you, nodding at your words with another huff. He pinches the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. 

Everyone is looking between the two of you, waiting for the bickering to start, the way it always does, but Steve manages to bite his tongue. 

And you surprise the others by holding back your little remarks. 

“And fucking relax, leave Argyle alone, he isn’t responsible for me and neither are you, Lego head. Go and get high, you need to calm down.” 

Jonathan snorts at the nickname, he throws his head back, chuckling loudly as he mumbles ‘Lego head’. Argyle, who already had one too many drags of the blunt he passed around before, is barely holding himself together, threatening to burst into laughter too. 

Steve shoots Jonathan a glare, pointing at him to shut up. 

Nancy looks down, pressing her lips together with an amused look in her eyes. 

Eddie drinks his beer, hiding the smirk behind the can, scratching the back of his neck. 

“Sit your ass down, Blondie and drink your goddamn coke, don’t even think about weed or–”

“No weed, no beer, just fucking coca cola, got it, mom,” you roll your eyes at him and slump back in your previous seat, crossing your arms over your chest. 

He sighs loudly, sitting back down as well, he crosses his legs, giving you the side eye. 

“Goddamn brat,” he mumbles under his breath. 

“I heard that.” 

“Good,” he snaps at you. 

There is no tension in the room, not even awkwardness after this weird moment. If anything, everyone is still amused. 

“Always bickering like an old married couple,” Eddie snickers. 

Steve glares at him, and you, you would have dug your elbow into his side, but he is wounded and still healing. The band aids on his neck are the evidence that they are still bad. He is hiding him, and you wonder if he always will, you ask yourself if he will hide his pain the way you hide yours. 

You don’t even notice that Robin left the room, only when everyone moves on from what just happened and chatter fills the space again, do you take a look around. You furrow your brows when you find her spot empty. 

Argyle and Jonathan leave the room, stepping out into the garden with Nancy following close behind. 

“Are you still in for tomorrow?” You hear Eddie, directing his question at Steve. 

“Yeah, sure.”

You don’t bother to ask and find out what their plans are. 

Robin walks back into her room, with something in her hand. Her eyes are aimed at you, a smile on her lips when she walks towards you. She hands you a drink, a diet pepsi. 

“Here.” 

Your lips part as you stare at the can for a long moment, blinking. You tilt your chin up, looking up at her with big eyes. 

Her smile falls and a frown takes over, “shit, I thought you liked diet pepsi? Was it original?” 

You shake your head at her, taking the can from her hand, “n-no, it’s diet pepsi.” 

She paid attention to you. 

She smiles at you. 

She felt bad watching you sit there and being unable to drink beer or smoke weed with the others. And she remembers that you always asked for pepsi when you were still in the hospital, you hated the teas there and despised the fact that you were only allowed water. 

“I thought you liked coke, Blondie.”

Robin rolls her eyes at Steve. 

“It’s not my favorite,” you shrug, turning to look at him. “I prefer pepsi.” 

He squints his eyes at you, “so when you stole my coke the other day, you did it just to–”

“Get back at you, yeah. Cause you stole my coffee.” 

“When did he steal your coffee?” Robin asks. 

“When I came to family video to rent a movie–”

“Oh, you little liar,” Steve scoffs at you, “she did not rent a movie, she didn’t even come to look for one.”

A smirk tugs at your lips, if there’s something that you love more than the drink in your hand, it’s to get on his nerves. 

“Says who? I really wanted one but the customer service sucks when this one isn’t around,” you point at Robin. 

Eddie chuckles, turning to look at Steve who is glaring at you, before a smirk appears on his face, his hazel eyes twinkling with smugness. 

“You and I both know that you didn’t want to rent a movie, honey. You were there because you wanted to see me,” he says, cockily as he lets his eyes move from your face, down to your body and back up to meet your eyes. 

Your breath gets caught in your throat at the way he just looked at you. You don’t squirm in your seat, but you surely would if the others weren’t around. You grow flustered beneath his stare but you have come to learn how to hide it – Steve Harrington will never see you blushing over him. 

Maybe he was right, maybe you did just want to see him, because you always do, you always want to see him. No matter how much he hates you, no matter how much he despises you, you can’t help but want him, even if you continue to lie about it to yourself to stay sane. 

Steve Harrington had always been your demise – from the first glance. 

You couldn’t help but grow fascinated with him, watching him from afar with eyes the shape of your favorite sunglasses. You couldn’t help but care for him, even when he couldn’t stand you. 

Sometimes you feel like a creep, watching him and adoring everything about him, from his sun kissed skin, to his beautiful eyes, to his perfect hair, to that one smile that he blesses only those around him that he cares about – something that you will never get. 

Sometimes it’s hard to look into his eyes because every time you do look for a little too long, you feel like dying because suddenly, you see the world with different eyes, you see something beautiful, because he is in it and when you look away, when he is gone, it feels anything but.

Steve wouldn’t even bat an eye if you were gone. He wouldn’t even notice if you weren’t around. 

Suddenly, you feel overwhelmed by the way he looks at you, by his presence, by all of this. You are in his space, you are invading, his home, his friend group, his safe place. The reminder of it, that you don’t belong here, lies heavy on your heart and you feel the urge to run away but you cannot give yourself away so easily, knowing that it would be awfully noticeable if you suddenly left after what he just said. 

So you put on a mask, the way you always do. 

“If that helps you sleep at night,” you smirk, tilting your head at him, “I mean no one else would come to see you, I took pity on you.” 

He clenches his jaw, his smirk falling into a frown. 

“Keep your pity to yourself, Blondie. I’d rather never see you again than see you when I don’t have to.”

You know how he feels about you, you know what he thinks of you, yet every single insult, every jab at you feels like a punch to your gut. But this, this was a punch to your heart. 

You know he wouldn’t grieve you if you died at the Creel house, but to know that he might have felt relieved to never having to see you again, hurts you more than you want to admit. 

“What the hell, man?” Eddie snaps at him as his brown eyes fill with anger at his words. 

Robin rolls her eyes, shaking her head at Steve in disappointment. 

But he keeps his eyes on you, struggling to read you, struggling to look past that smirk that is still going strong. 

“Well, I’ll put you out of your misery, Lego head,” you say as you place the drink on the table before you get up. 

Robin furrows her brows, looking you up and down, “what are you doing?” 

“I’m leaving.” You try not to sound bitter or hurt. “I’m getting tired and I forgot my meds at home.” 

Steve looks away from you, feeling a rush of guilt. 

“I’ll drive you–”

You cut Eddie off, shaking your head at him, “no, I’m gonna walk, I need some fresh air.”

Eddie looks at you worriedly, “sweets, I don’t want you to walk by yourself.”

“Eddie, I’m okay, I don’t get dizzy anymore,” you say, trying to smile at him. “I promise, I’ll call you later tonight.” 

He still looks unsure, not wanting to let you go like this. 

But he can tell that you want to be alone, right now, so despite his worry, he leans back again and nods begrudgingly. 

“Okay..” 

You walk out of the room, biting back the bitterness on your tongue, trying to swallow down the pain. You rush through the hallway and open the door, you only manage to take one step out before you hear footsteps behind you. 

You roll your eyes, knowing that Eddie being the stubborn guy that he is will try to convince you to stay, but when you turn around, it’s not Eddie’s brown eyes that you find yourself looking into, it’s Steve’s and it catches you off guard a little. 

He stops in front of you, his eyes scan your face and he huffs a little when he runs his fingers through his hair. 

If you didn’t know better, you’d think it’s guilt and worry in his eyes. 

You hold onto the door, ready to escape whatever pain he will put you through again.

“Listen uh, that was mean,” he starts, now struggling to look into your eyes. He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, tugging at his hair. “I shouldn’t have said that.” 

You blink.

You swallow as you keep on looking at him with smugness, to hide the pain. 

“It’s okay, no need to hide the truth from me, you were just saying what you were feeling, right?” 

He opens his eyes and when he faces you again, he looks at you, really looks at you. He tries to find a hint of pain in your features or hurt in your eyes, but there is nothing. All he can see is the coldness in them. 

Nothing he could ever do or say would hurt you – at least, that is what he believes, what he always believed. 

“Right.” 

You bite the insides of your cheeks. 

“Good,” you nod and you tear your eyes away from him, unable to look at him any longer as you feel your heart cracking more and more.

“Y-You don’t have to go, Blondie.” He stops you once again, holding himself back from taking your hand. 

You slowly turn around and he still struggles to read you, even when you stop smirking, even when you only look at him with a straight face, not saying anything back. 

“But if you want to leave, no one’s gonna stop you.”

You see the indifference in his eyes, the coldness that is only there when he looks at you. 

Yeah, you know no one would. 

How can you care so much about someone that cares so little about you? 

How can you want him so bad when all he wants for you is to disappear? 

How can he worry one second and hate you in the other? 

How can you long for him after every hurtful thing that he said to you? 

You take a step away from him, blinking as you feel your eyes starting to burn. 

“Bye, Steve.” 

You turn around before he can even open his mouth, and you slam the door shut behind you because you don’t want to hear his voice. 

You walk away with tears in your eyes. 

You wish you didn’t come here today, every moment spent with him makes you want him even more, makes you hate yourself even more. 

You don’t go home, no, you can’t stand to be in a house that resembles nothing but loss. 

You turn the other way, towards Hawkins cemetery. 

You just need to vent. 

Even if only into the void. 

♡

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[mack-devereaux]

Hiii i wanna ask if ya can write something with Vince? Maybe him getting into a fight (so hot i love it) and hin hurting his wrist are something? And reader taking care of him afterwards. Plleeaassee

Vince Dunn

Omg this is my first request!! I’m so sorry it took so long! Also check out my other fic about Vince. I think they have a similar vibe. But This has no relation to that one. I had so much fun writing this. Just a reminder this is a work of fiction and my imagination, this is not based on true events. Thank you to the anon who requested!

Picture is from Pinterest, no triggers except for cursing and mentions of blood. I think that’s it! Enjoy!

When Vince first moved to Seattle he was excited. This was a brand new team and he had more opportunities to make a name for himself as one of the more aggressive defensemen in the NHL. He had always had a temper on the ice, even in his early days in high school and in the OHL, and he was good at running his mouth. He was always respectful to the medical training staff and the coaching staff, he never took his anger or frustration out on the people who helped him get back on the ice.

Did he cause the fights on purpose? Maybe.

Was he mad about being hauled into the cute medical trainers office to get patched up? Absolutely not. He enjoyed talking with y/n and getting to know her a bit better.

Did he cause fights just to see her? No, he truly has a passion for the sport, he just sometimes got a little too involved with the banter sometimes. However a perk to all this was those few minutes alone with y/n. Although she never really spoke to him much outside of work and was always very quiet he knew how passionate she was about her job. No matter what she was always so attentive to the injury and informative about what she was doing to help said injured player.

Y/n loved the energy of the home games, she typically didn’t get to travel very much with the team, only to close games, but something about the atmosphere of home games had her just buzzing with energy. Most of the time she got to watch the game from the tunnels, it was the perfect spot to see most of the game and it was easy to drag injured players back to the locker room to tend to the injuries. Tonight’s game was a home game against the Colorado Avalanche again, a team known to get the Kraken a little riled up. Just the week prior Vince had gotten himself into quite the scrum and ended up with a cut on his nose while playing against the Avalanche.

*flashback to a week prior*

Y/n was sitting in the medical room at Ball Arena, going through the medical kits organizing some of the supplies. She had heard the roar of the crowd and immediately knew there was a fight that happened. Shortly after that, the third period had ended. Hearing the players stomping down the tunnel shouting and cheering she already knew who was headed her direction.

“Vince..” y/n sighed pulling all her medical supplies back out.

“Don’t act like you aren’t happy to see me” Vince chirped at the girl.

“You’re gonna have some serious damage to your nose if you don’t stop” y/n said as she was washing her hands and throwing her gloves on “I’m surprised you don’t have a permanent scar from how many times I’ve seen it busted”.

“That just means you are doing a great job babe. I’ve got you to thank for keeping me looking good” Vince smiles.

Y/n rolled her eyes and turned around trying to hide her blush. Knowing this was the exact reason as to why she fell for him. He was just so charming. He knew exactly what to say and that’s why she could never date him. That and the fact that she technically worked for the same organization as him. Were they coworkers? No, but surely it was still frowned upon. At least that’s what she told herself anyway. As she was cleaning off the blood from his nose she caught herself admiring him. He truly was one of the most beautiful people she’s ever laid eyes on. Once the bleeding stopped she checked for other injuries, and sent him to be with the rest of the team.

“Promise me you’ll keep out of trouble for at least the next week” she called to him as he walked away.

“For you? Never.” He added with a wink.

*present*

Five minutes left in the third period and y/n had gotten to watch maybe 10 minutes total of the game. Partially because she didn’t like seeing Vince fight much, and because the players definitely kept her busy. This was probably the most bloody noses and knuckles she had tended to in her entire career. Normally the crowd goes crazy and encourages fights, and she definitely enjoyed that. But for some reason she couldn’t stomach seeing Vince getting hurt. I guess she had Cupids arrow to thank for that. After a few more minutes gloves went flying, curse words were being yelled and the crowd went wild. Reluctantly she looked over in front of the players bench and Vince had thrown a Colorado player on his back.

“Oh for fucks sake Vince” she muttered under her breath.

“You got him or do you want me to take care of him this time” the head medical trainer asked y/n chuckling and shaking his head.

Y/n looked across the ice as Vince and the Avalanche player got tossed in their respective sin bins, she sees that Vince has his helmet off and is holding his wrist.

“I think he hurt his wrist, do you see him messing with it?” y/n points to Vince.

“I’ll take a look when we get back there but I’m sure he’s fine. I think you can handle it after that” the trainer says as they walk back to the locker room.

After the game y/n was in her office waiting for Vince, it had been nearly 40 minutes since the game ended. What was taking him so long? She knew Coach had told him to stop by after their after game meetings and interviews. While she was waiting she decided to tidy up and clean a bit. As she was cleaning her desk she found the puck that Vince had signed and gave to her earlier that year.

*flashback to late last season*

Y/n was standing behind the players bench. It was the last home game for the season, then they were headed into playoffs. Looking onto the ice she watched the players warm up and interact with fans. Vince was watching y/n as he was skating in circles, getting a boost of confidence he picked up a puck and signed it with a note. Smirking he passed by and shouted “hey y/n! Catch!”

Panicking y/n shot both of her hands in front of her face as the head medical trainer caught the puck before it smacked her in the face.

“Really Dunn?!” Y/n shouted.

Vince grinned and skated off, shaking her head she looked at the puck she noticed it said “hey pretty girl” with his signature. Blushing she shoved it in her pocket before she could get scolded.

“Oh he’s so got it bad for you” the trainer said.

“Leave the chirping to the players would you” y/n muttered “besides it’s not like I can date him anyway.”

“Technically…”

“Don’t tempt me” y/n sighed “my heart can’t handle the heartbreak that comes with that one.” She continued to watch him skate around and talk to his teammates with a huge smile on his face.

*back to present*

Y/n smiled at the memory. Not knowing she wasn’t alone, because of course Vince would walk in at that very moment. Leaning up against the doorframe Vince coughed snapping her back to reality.

“My God Vince, now you choose to be quiet? You scared me” y/n shoved the puck back into the drawer.

“I’ll make sure to knock next time” he softly smiled. He totally saw that she still had the puck and it definitely boosted his ego.

“Let me see your wrist” y/n said.

“It’s fine” he muttered.

“If it’s fine let me double check then” y/n challenged.

Vince walked over and sat down on the bench in her office, while reluctantly holding his wrist out. He watched her face as she examined his wrist.

“I think if we wrap it for tonight and tomorrow you should be fine, but the swelling needs to go down significantly before you play again. I’ll clear you for practice but you have to be easy on your arm for the next few days” y/n said as she was grabbing the necessary supplies.

“Thank you for taking care of me y/n, I’m sorry for fighting” Vince whispered.

She smiled at him as she sat down and started wrapping his wrist. Knowing full well that he was watching her face closely the entire time.

“I’ll walk you to your car” Vince said.

“I’d appreciate that, thank you” y/n said as she turned back to him after putting the supplies away. With yet another boost of confidence Vince grabbed her by the waist and pulled her face to his and kissed her, she immediately kissed him back. The kiss was short and sweet. Electricity shot through her body and she felt as if she was on fire. After pulling away y/n whispered “we should go.” Neither of them saying anything as they left the arena. Vince was feeling defeated for the first time in a long time, why hadn’t she said anything? Did he over step? Did he make her uncomfortable? A million more discouraging thoughts ran through his head. Him not knowing she was in shock and on cloud nine all at once. Y/n unlocked her car and opened the door. Before she got in she turned to Vince and pulled his face to hers and slammed her lips onto his. Vince cockily smiled into he kiss and pulled her into him as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. After a few minutes they both pulled away, breathing heavy and trying to get as close as possible to each other.

“Thank you for walking me to my car Vince.”

“Let me know when you get home so I know you’re safe.”

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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[wilwheaton]

I have a small part in the 1987 television movie (failed pilot) version of The Man Who Fell To Earth. Lewis Smith played the titular character. Beverly D'Angelo played my mom, his love interest. (Fun Star Trek connection: Bob Picardo is also in it).

My character was a Troubled Youth, which I gotta tell you was not a stretch for me at all. I was deeply, deeply hurting at the time we made it. I was struggling not to suffocate on all the emotional and financial burdens my mom put on my shoulders, and fully aware of just how much my dad hated and resented me. You need a kid who doesn't want to be an actor, whose eyes can't hide the pain? I'm your guy.

Anyway, one of the scenes I was in took place in a record store, where Troubled Youth steals some albums, before he is chased by the cops and saved by the Man Who Fell To Earth, who uses a glowing crystal to save his life from ... some scratches on his face.

We filmed the interior of the record store at Sunset and La Brea, in what I think was a Warehouse, and at the end of the day, I was allowed to buy some records at a modest discount.

I was deep into my metal years, on my way from my punk years to my New Wave years, so I only bought metal albums. I know I bought more than I needed or could carry (I was making a point that I was allowed to spend my own money, mom), but the only ones I can clearly remember are:

Iron Maiden - Piece of Mind

Judas Priest - Turbo and Defenders of the Faith

W.A.S.P - The Last Command

(I know this was in March of 1987, because Turbo had just come out.)

Of those, Piece of Mind is the only one I never really stopped listening to, even through all the different it's-not-a-phase phases. I still listen to it, today.

Ever since I became an Adult with a Fancy Adult Record Player And All That Bullshit, I have kept my records in two places: stuff I want right now, and stuff I keep in the library because of Reasons.

Generally, records move in one direction toward the library, even if it takes years to happen. I just don't accumulate albums like I once did, because I'm Old and set in my ways.

Earlier today, I decided that I wanted to listen to an album while I cleaned up the kitchen, and because I wanted to make my life more interesting, I opened the library cabinet for the first time in at least five years.

There was the very same W.A.S.P album from that day in March, 1987. I don't have any of the others -- I looked -- but The Last Command was right there.

Before I really knew what I was doing, I put it on the Fancy Adult Record Player and dropped the needle.

I watched four decades of dust build up with a satisfying crackle, and there was something magical and beautiful about hearing all the skips and the scratches, realizing I remembered them from before.

The title track was just as great as I remembered it. It struck all the same chords in me that it did in the late nineteen hundreds. The rest of the first side was ... um. It just didn't connect with me, and for the few moments I spent trying to find a connection, I don't think it ever really did. I would remember.

But I did remember how much I loved making those mix tapes, and what a big part of them that song was. I did remember how empowering it felt to not just spend my own money that I earned doing work I didn't want to do, but to spend it on music my parents hated, right under their noses. I did remember how impressed Robby Lee was, when I showed him my extensive heavy metal album collection.

Remembering all of that, in one of those cinematic flashes of rapid cut visuals and sped up sounds, told me why I kept this record, while I gradually sold or replaced the other records I bought that day with CDs, then mp3s, then lossless digital files, before finally coming all the way back to records, where I started.

I didn't listen to the second side. I didn't need to. I took it off the Fancy Adult Record Player, and put it back into the library, next to the George Carlin records.

#music #memories #records #Youtube

[jasmines-library]

I just discovered your blog yesterday and I am INHALING your work! I love your writing, it feels like a movie being played in my head. Oh and the ANGST - JUST ajfhahaskh *Screaming in my pillow rn*.Would you be willing to write a second part of the self harm batfam x reader fic?

~ 🦑

Save Me When I Drown

I'm so glad you like my work hearing that means so much to me. as requested, here is a part 2; sorry it took me a billion years to get to it.

Part 1: Catch Me if I Fall

Warnings: Very nearly self harm, depressive thoughts, relapse. Please read with caution.

Word count: 1.3K

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Things had been getting better. Slowly but surely they had. It was a slow process, that of course had not been easy. There were days where you felt like you could run a hundred miles, but there were also days where you couldn’t bring yourself to move. When the urge became too much. And although your brothers were there to help you… today was one of those days. 

The five of you were gathered around the table. Eating together at least once a week had become a tradition, and each of your brothers made a big effort to attend them, though it was rare to make it this far into the meal without being interrupted by Gotham’s infamous residents. And you were trying so hard to keep focused; to enjoy Alfred’s cooking as it melted on your tongue but you just couldn’t. And you hated yourself for it. 

You had to keep your eyes on your plate as you pushed your food aimlessly around the china. Your appetite had gone nearly as soon as you sat down, but you couldn’t look up because you knew as soon as you did you would feel guilty again. Dick sat across from you. A dark bruise had blossomed over his skin, turning it dark shades of maroon and indigo. He had a small laceration on his cheek below the bruise over his eye. It hadn’t needed stitches, but the sight still made you grimace. Beside him, Damian was also bloodied. They were all injured in some way. A stitch here, a sprain there. 

You should have been bothered by them. Injuries were a given in your line of work. But the thing that was tipping you over the edge was the fact that you were completely unscathed. There wasn’t a single hair on your head that was out of place. And it made your skin crawl. The five of them had run into a bit of a predicament with Bane; a particularly grisly fight that had ended with the majority of them spending a day or two on bedrest or in the infirmary. 

You should have been there. You should have been helping them but instead you were sitting in the safety of the manor, watching them on the monitors. Guilt washed over you like an ocean drowning you in your own thoughts. If only you had been quicker to direct them. If only you had pushed Bruce more to let you help out. Surely with an extra pair of hands the risk of injury would have been lowered. You would have had to ask Tim for the exact statistics, but you were sure enough that it would have made a difference. 

Bouncing your thigh leg up and down, you felt as though your skin was burning. Itching. As those thoughts weaselled their way back into your conscience. You picked at the skin around your thumb. Sometimes that helped the urge. But not this time. You had been too slow. Again. Everything was your fault and-

“Y/N?” It was Dick’s voice that broke you out of your trance. It was gentle and he reached out to place a hand on your restless leg under the table. He was ever the observer. The way he looked at you made you want to cry like a fragile child. Soft blue eyes downturned as he raised his eyebrow a fraction with the tilt of his head. “Are you alright?”

You wanted to scream. You wanted to tell him everything. But you kept it bottled up. You didn’t want them to pity you. Besides, you were getting better. That was what you had told yourself. That is what had been happening and it made you so frustrated that you were beginning to feel this way again. 

“Y/N?” Someone else called your name again with the same solemn tone when you refused to reply. You didn’t register who it was because your head was too foggy. Frankly, you didn’t care. You needed to leave.

“ ‘scuse me.” Scraping your chair against the floor, you abandoned your food and made a beeline for the exit. 

You think someone called after you, but you couldn’t focus on anything but the thumping of your heart as you hounded up the stairs and into your room. Shutting the door rather too harshly and locking it behind you, you sank to your knees. Fat tears rolled down your cheeks as your mask fell and you slumped against the ground. You felt so stupid. You were supposed to be getting better. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. You were supposed to be fine and you were supposed to be downstairs eating with the others. God, that made you feel even worse. You sank a little deeper into that ocean of thoughts. They had all made such an effort to be there and you had just fled like a child to their mother. 

Do it. Your mind was barking orders at you again. Old ones that you had fought so hard to forget.

Restlessly you pushed yourself up and made your way over to your closet. Shakily you dug through the draws until your fingers wrapped around the frayed leather. Silent, you turned it over in your palms. Your whole body seemed to tremble as you moved to perch on the edge of the bed. 

Someone was knocking on the door. You could hear them on the other side begging to be let in. begging for you to just answer them. 

You placed the blade against your skin and screwed your eyes up tight. The silver was cool against your skin. 

“Little Bat…please open the door.” Bruce had never sounded more vulnerable as he stood helplessly outside the door. You could almost picture his face: eyebrows downturned and eyes wide as he waited anxiously for you to either open the door or from Tim to return with the spare key to your room. Just in case. 

Trembling, your whole body was wracked by waves of tears each one gripped you tight and was accompanied by a thousand thoughts trying to burn away at the surface of your skin. Your eyes flickered to the knife. One swipe and it would all be gone. One swipe and you would get what you felt like you deserved. But then Bruce’s voice broke through the door. 

“I know you’re scared, Kiddo.”

Your head snapped toward the door. You paused with a shuddering breath.

“And that’s okay. That’s normal.” He continued. “I get scared too. We all do.”

At that moment you knew that your brothers were standing behind the door too, waiting with anxious anticipation that made their fingertips itch. You heard a shuffling, and then Jason’s voice came, muffled by the door. You weren’t entirely sure if he was planning to break it down or not, but his voice was calm. 

“Please open the door Little Wing…” Jason pleaded. “...We love you…and we’re scared.”

And you broke. The dagger clattered to the floor with another bout of tears and you unlocked the door. 

Bruce wrapped you up in his arms the second the door was wide enough to reveal you. He let out a heavy sigh of relief. 

“S-sorry…” You spluttered. “I’m sorry…”

“Shh.” He cupped the back of your head with his hand and you felt one of your brothers place a hand on your shoulder. “You have nothing to be sorry for, Little Wing. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

“But I-”

“Shh.” Tim hushed. “It’s okay.”

“I thought I was getting better.” You sniffled.

Damian frowned. “You are. And we are so proud of how for you have come, sister. This is part of the process, Little Wing.”

“You’ve come so far, Kid.” Dick told you. “And we’re sorry that we didn’t notice how you were feeling until now. But it’s okay, because healing isn’t a linear process. And we’re going to be there with you every step of the way. Through the good and the bad just like we promised.”

You nodded. 

“This is just one of the bad days, Wing.” Tim hummed. “Things will get better, I promise.” 

“And we will love you the entire way.”

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[kaciidubs]

i’ve come back a lot sooner than i expected 🤭 hear me out.. 9th maknae member reader (skz) x Mingi (ateez) 🤯 Reader and mingi have been in a secret relationship for at least a year and both Companies are preparing on announcing their relationship to the public/fans. (it gets better 😼)

Both groups: (ateez + stray kids) don’t know that they’re dating 😱 The boys arranged a massive sleepover for both groups to hangout and reader gets really hot and bothered by mingi teasing her the whole night. They end up excusing themselves (sneakily) and they have the most mind blowing sex ever. All of the other boys over hear and were shocked 🤯 They act like nothing happened as they didn’t want to assume they were dating but later on at an award show it was finally announced that Mingi and Reader were dating. Skz boys went crazy and was practically babying their precious maknae 🫶🏻

kaci my favourite writer 🥰

(p.s sorry for how long this is 💀)

This one's been sitting for a while, mainly because it's already a wonderful thought as is! So, here's just a few thoughts to expand on it~ ❣ Warnings: 9th Member! Reader + Song Mingi [Ateez], smut, fluff, slight humor ❣ ❣ Additional tags: essentially a crossover for Staytiny all around the world~

While the rest of the members were in the living room, you would be bent over the bathroom sink with Mingi giving his all in rearranging your guts in the most quick yet efficient way possible - though, that way didn't include him being the quietest while doing so.

"Mm, jesus, fuck-"

"Mingi, be quiet."

You'd think he was the one currently getting his guts rearranged from the way he struggled to contain his moans, leading you to shoot him a warning glare through the reflection of the bathroom mirror.

"We might as well go and fuck in front of them if you're going to be this loud!" You seethed with a hushed scold, gripping the edge of the counter to keep your balance with his unwavering thrusts.

You could only hope that your combined groups were too occupied with the movie they were watching to notice you and Mingi missing.

Sharp eyes locked onto your own through the mirror, a sideways smirk stretching his lips, "You'd like that, wouldn't you? It's not like they don't suspect it anyways." Snapping his hips forward, he continued, "We can just give them a nudge in the right direction."

Biting back a moan, you dropped your head between your shoulders to focus on the orgasm he'd been teasing you toward since he arrived at your shared dorm; subtle grazes and risque touches keeping you wound up and ready for anything.

A hand found its way around your throat, pulling your body up at an angle so that your gaze met his once more; captivating and hypnotizing, yet still filled with a love that had you falling for him all over again.

"I love you," the words fell from his lips with ease, honest and true, "and I don't want to keep hiding it."

You were, too - he knew that better than anyone, and having to hide it not only from the world, but your band members, the closest people you have, had been eating you both up since day one.

Gripping his forearm, you nodded softly, "I love you too, baby - just a little l-longer to go."

His lips curled into a smirk before driving into you with a newfound fervor.

Neither of you would catch the knowing side eyes or smug smirks of your members when you each returned separately to the living room to catch whatever remained of the movie.

The 'little longer' would eventually come during an award show, with the thoroughly discussed plan between your managers and PR team of revealing the relationship to everyone during a collaborative performance.

Part of it was Mingi's plan to do a performance together, but with the way your schedules aligned, you figured doing it live as opposed to uploading it on youtube was the easier choice.

With the stage - quite literally - set, you and Mingi performed your arduously practiced routine in front of your fellow artists and hundreds of screaming fans, and as the song came to an end the moment you've been waiting for was upon you.

Getting ready for the ending pose, Mingi pulled you into his side and pressed a loving kiss to your temple, while you hugged him with a dazzling smile to the camera focused on you both - and to say the reactions were worth it would've been an understatement.

The wild screams of your colleagues and fans was enough to pierce through your earpiece, and shooting a glance into the idol space you could see all eight of your members going absolutely insane - sneaking a glance to the Ateez table to see almost a mirrored reaction.

Leaving the stage to take off your earpieces and mic packs, the return to the Stray Kids table was nothing short of a spectacle as Changbin swiftly wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

"You think you can just go off and get a boyfriend without telling us?! You're too young!"

"Innie and I are literally just a few months apart," you laughed, trying to pull away from his partial choke hold.

"Yeah, a few months too many! You're our baby!" Jisung all but wailed, squeezing your cheeks much to your dismay.

Seungmin scoffed, "The fact that we knew and you're still acting like this? Hyunjin's dramatics is rubbing off on you."

"Wait- You knew?!"

"It's not like the two of you were the sneakiest..." Minho's nonplussed tone made a wave of embarrassment wash over you, the memory of the movie night quickly dawning. "Plus, trying to hide anything from Wooyoung is like trying to limit yourself to one of Felix's brownies - it's impossible. Changbin hasn't stopped talking about their theories since they first started scheming."

Managing to untangle yourself from Changbin's hold, you found Chris standing in front of you now, a firm expression on his face.

"Are you happy?"

You could hear the lingering, unspoken words behind his question and you offered him a gentle smile, nodding, "I am, I really am."

Face brightening with his signature smile, he pulled you into a quick hug, squeezing tightly, "Good, because you're definitely telling us how everything started between you two, later."

Separating to go back to your unassigned assigned seats - with a few words of congratulations from Felix and Hyunjin - you looked across the aisle to catch Mingi already staring at you, his lips pulled into a proud smile while the rest of his members gave you teasing, yet supportive, cheers.

[unedited]

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[lemonlover1110]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝟑𝟖𝟏

Toji Fushiguro

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[Chapter 9] Alone

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

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You end up walking out of the store empty-handed. There was the perfect coat for you in the clearance section but for some odd reason, you couldn’t stand being in the store for any longer. Not with Momoko there at least. Your eyes kept lingering on her, and you couldn’t even breathe properly with her there. You don’t understand why, you don’t care about Toji– At least not romantically.

Toji can go to any woman he pleases, you don’t care. You were only slightly annoyed that he lied to you about working when he was just going on dates. You really don’t care about Toji… But your blood is boiling, your bottom lip quivering as you think about Toji’s girlfriend.

You stand outside of the store and take a deep breath. You still need your coat but you begin to walk to the bus stop to go back home, you’re not in the mood to go to another store. You’re thinking about a lot at once, and while you’re watching out for people while walking, you don’t really look at them. You don’t care to look at anyone’s face until you hear your name, causing you to come to a stop. You turn to look at the person who called out your name, and you roll your eyes when you see him.

“Satoru… Can I help you?” You look at the man that steps closer to you. The last thing you need is to talk to him of all people but you don’t have the guts to send him to hell, at least not at this moment.

“Just wanted to say hi.” Satoru says, and it doesn’t seem in character for him so you’re able to smell his bullshit quickly. You cross your arms and look him up and down, he doesn’t need to ask what that look means; he grew up with you, he knows. “Don’t you wanna get a cup of coffee? It’s pretty cold.”

“You know what? Might as well.” You tell him, knowing that your bus won’t show up for the next thirty minutes. You’re not waiting for that long in the cold, nor are you walking back home. Satoru gives you an awkward smile before nudging his head in the direction he wants to go. You follow behind him, and luckily, you don’t have to walk much before you’re at the place that Satoru was thinking of.

He offers to get your coffee, and you hum in response since you don’t want to stand in line. While he gets your coffee, you take a seat. You look out the window while you wait for Satoru, thinking about Toji. Not only was he lying about working, but he also has a girlfriend. You’re realizing that you care so much because you… No, you don’t like him. You just feel betrayed– What if they were already dating while you were sleeping together? Granted, you only had sex twice, but that’s still considered cheating.

You get so lost in your own thoughts that you’re startled when Satoru places the cup of coffee in front of you. You mutter a thank you before taking a sip from the cup. Satoru takes a seat, and you sit in silence. Until Satoru clears his throat and says, “How have you been holding up?” 

“Do you actually care or are you asking because of formality?” You respond, and Satoru furrows his brows. He’s confused by your question.

“What kind of question is that?” He asks. He watches you take a sip of your drink before you open your mouth to speak again.

“We both know you don’t care.” You end up shrugging, and he squints, pursing his lips together. He tries to think what you mean, and he ends up sighing when he can’t figure out what you mean by it.

“What do you mean by that? We’ve known each other for years, of course I care.” He questions, and you scoff. You absolutely hate how he’s completely clueless.

“You knew my husband for years and you still refused to help him when he was asking for help. Why do you suddenly care?” You bring up, and it’s as clear as day for Satoru. 

“He was asking for an absurd amount of money, how could I lend that to a dying man?” He argues, and you feel your blood boiling. Your face gets hot with anger, and you have to take a deep breath to calm yourself down. You have to think logically. “You have to see my point of view, would you lend that much money to me if you knew I was dying the very next day?”

“He asked you for a job, and you couldn’t do that to him. Plus, I would’ve paid you back.” You point out, and Satoru ends up sighing in frustration. 

“I’ll write you a check if that’s what you want. You don’t even have to pay me back, I just want to talk to you.” Satoru says, and you roll your eyes. You cross your arms and then cock your brow, slightly tilting your head to the side.

“Why do you want to talk so badly? We were never friends. Your friend was Kento, not me.” You question as he pulls out his wallet. You end up telling him, “I don’t want your money, I just want to know why the hell you want to talk.”

“Well… Um–” It’s harder to get the words out. “I was just thinking that maybe we can spend some time together… I used to like you before you–”

“I’ll stop you right there. You’re unbelievable. I can’t believe those words are leaving your lips. What the hell is wrong with you?” You’re in disbelief, knowing that Satoru was just about to ask you out.

“It’s nothing absurd, we’re both alone– Look, you can’t dwell on it forever. Look around us. Everyone is with someone else, you don’t want to be the odd one out.” He continues, and you’re seething. It takes everything in you to not throw the hot beverage in his face. “If you want to stay alone, that’s fine. But I’m giving you an opportunity.”

“I’d rather be alone for the rest of my life than to be with you.” You respond, rising from your seat. You end up walking away, and Satoru won’t do anything but watch. He has nothing in his head that’ll convince you, other than,

“Fine, be alone then.”

On your way back home, you start to notice something that you’ve never noticed before. Just how many people were with someone else– Whether it’d be a family member, a friend or a lover. Although most people were alone, for some reason, in your eyes it seemed that the pairs and groups outnumbered the lone people. You don’t want to admit that Satoru’s words got to you, but they did.

You accepted that you’d be alone the day your husband died. You never really cared about it, until now. He brought it up, and now you’re not convinced that you want to be alone. Everyone wants to grow old with someone else, or at the very least have someone else they can rely on. You have no one. 

For some odd reason, the thought fills your eyes with tears, and you try your best to hold them back. You manage to contain your tears until you’re at your door. You grab your key to unlock the door, and just as you get the key in, you feel a small pair of arms hug your leg. You’re startled, your heartbeat speeding up. You look down to find little Megumi, and that’s when the first tear sheds.

“Oh, hi, baby. How are you?” You ask him, crouching down on the floor to hug him. You kiss his forehead, and smile at him, wiping away your tears but they keep streaming down your face.

“Are you okay?” Megumi asks and you nod in response. You end up standing up, looking right at Toji, and for some reason, that makes your crying worse.

“Megumi, wait inside.” Toji orders, and Megumi walks back to his father. Toji opens the door for Megumi, and the boy waves at you before walking into the apartment. When Megumi is inside, he shuts the door. You unlock the door to your own apartment, not really wanting to stand outside in the cold for any long, and especially not with him as you cry. You’re not on good terms, so you don’t expect him to ask, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah… Why wouldn’t I be?” You continue to wipe away your tears, and you try to act as if you’re fine. As if you aren’t crying right in front of him. You think that he’ll let go of the matter, but it seems as if someone else has taken over your neighbor’s body.

“Well… You are crying.” He points out the obvious, and yet you still smile. You then look at him and say,

“I’m fine.” Although it’s not convincing. Toji purses his lips together before sighing.

“I know we’re not really talking but you can still talk to me. Even if we’re mad at each other.” Toji says, and you chew on your cheek. You decide if confiding in him is your best option– But then again, you don’t really have many options of people to talk to, unless you dump your feelings on a baby you take care of… They can’t give you advice but it’s alright, you just need to vent. It’ll be nice to have an adult listen to you.

“I guess–” You begin, and he takes that as a yes. He interrupts you before you finish your sentence.

“Let’s go inside, it’s too cold to talk out here.”

“Okay…” You enter the apartment, and he follows behind you. He shuts the door, and you end up walking to the bed and taking a seat. Toji’s hands go to his pockets, and he awkwardly stands around before he asks,

“What’s wrong?” Toji asks, unsure of how to start it off.

“I think I’m almost on my period. It’s nothing serious.” You end up saying, and thankfully your crying has stopped. Toji walks closer toward you until he’s right in front of you. You look up at him. 

“You let me in, we have to talk.” He says as if you’re forced to do it. “I’m a good guy to talk to.”

“I met up with Gojo and he– Well, he just made me realize how lonely I am. I’m not sure… I just– Maybe I don’t want to be alone like I thought. Almost everyone has someone else, but I don’t.” You confide, and it sounds so absurd. “It’s so dumb but it just got to me. I used to have someone but I no longer do, and I doubt I’ll find someone else.”

Toji takes a seat next to you. “You have Megumi. He absolutely adores you.”

Great, you have a three year old. Better than no one, you guess.

“You also have me.” Toji adds, and you bite your tongue. You’re not sure how to respond to that. Maybe you should point out how you haven’t talked in over a week because you’ve been mad at each other.

“Thank you, Toji.” You end up saying. Your hands go to your thighs and your eyes wander around the place. You clear your throat before asking a question that bugs your mind, “How do you move on?”

“Huh?” He questions. He furrows his eyebrows and looks at you, completely confused. “What do you mean by that?”

“You’re the only one I know that’s been through a similar situation.” You comment and he nods in response.

“I get that, but I haven’t really moved on.” He answers.

“Yeah… I get that. I mean, how did you start dating again?” You clarify, and he ends up chuckling.

“I really haven’t started dating, I have another job. I swear.” He responds, and you wish you could just sit and nod in response. Your nails dig into your palms and you take a deep breath. You don’t want to admit that you were snooping, but you can’t hide the information you know forever. It’ll haunt you– At least for a week and that sometimes feels like forever.

“I know about Momoko.” You confess, and his eyes widen as his eyebrows raise. He crosses his arms and he sucks in his bottom lip. “I– While looking for Megumi’s pajamas I found her card, and while I was coat shopping, I sorta bumped into her and I overheard… She was talking about how you’re the best boyfriend and whatnot.”

“Momoko.” He chuckles, scratching the back of his head. “She’s not my girlfriend. I know her because of my job but we’re not together.”

With that confession– What you think is the truth, you rest your head on his shoulder. He fights back a smile as he looks at you.

“I don’t have eyes for anyone anyway.” He ends up confessing. He ends up clearing his throat and then muttering, something that you almost miss but you’re thankful you catch, “Maybe for one person.”

“What was that?” You ask, and he furrows his eyebrows.

“What was what?”

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[jihyoruri]

— STAR TATTOOS AND MILKIS: KIM CHAEWON

warnings : chaewon and yn from my wow fic I suggest reading both wow and jealousy and rings before you read this

the more chaewon learns about you the more she gets infuriated by you.

she still couldn’t believe the stunt that you pulled on her the last time she saw you, why are you such a flirt?

it’s 6 am and both her and sakura are in the car to go to the ive dorms, they wanted to get there early to surprise yujin and wonyoung with girls day, early morning to late night.

once they get there, chaewon knocks on the door, both her and sakura expecting yujin to open the door since she’s been up early lately, at least that’s what she told them last week.

but things can never go smoothly for chaewon can they ?

her eyes widened, when the door opens but it’s not yujin at the door it’s you.

she watches as you yawn softly, your hair pointing all different directions, your wearing a big black t-shirt with spiderman on it and-

men super man boxers ?

how is it that you even look good first thing in the morning ?

ugh

you look at sakura for a second and chaewon tenses when your eyes trail towards her, but all you do is call for yujin.

they hear foot step’s coming towards the door.

“Oh my gosh, what are you guys doing here, come in !”

she pulls chaewon and skaura in and gives them a big hug.

“we wanted to spend some time with you and wony.” skaura says hugging the girl back.

as the girls talk, chaewon zones out watching you walk into the kitchen and come back out with a milkis in your hand.

“milkis in the morning?” yujin says to you, looking at you with disapproval. “and put on some proper clothes!”

chaewon watches as you walk towards yujin and playfully pulls at her hair just like the first time when she met you. “geez, sorry mom, I didn’t know we were having guests.” you say before throwing your head back and chugging down the drink in your hand.

yujin slaps your stomach, which causes you to bend forward and chaewons eyes widen when she takes notice of the tattoo on the back of your neck.

it’s a star tattoo.

“um” she clears her throat. “I like your tattoo.” she says nervously. “you sure seem to like stars.”

you come up from your position and look at her straight in her eyes, a faint smirk grows on your face.

“yeah ?, you know all about my love for stars don’t you ?” you say your eyes glancing at the ring on her finger.

red rushes to her face, not just form you pointing it out but the fact that she hasn’t token it off since the day you put it on her finger.

skaura and yujin look between the two of you confused.

yujin opens her mouth but before she can say anything chaewon cuts her off. “where is your washroom ?”

“oh um, it’s down the hall, yn can show you.”

“yeah, I can show you.”

chaewon trails behind you as you walk further into the door, leading her to the washroom.

“here it is ms kim.”

chaewon looks at the door of the washroom than you. “um, before I use the washroom, I actually wanted to ask you something.”

“what ? you want another ring, sweetheart ?”

“uhh” she trailed off he face heating up at the nickname. “I was just wondering when is the next time that i’d see you at hybe, with minji you know since you guys look so close.” a hint of jealousy peeps through her voice towards the end.

and unfortunately for her you caught it.

you pull chaewon closer to you by the hand, “I never would’ve thought that you would be such a jealous person unnie.”

you brush her hair behind her ear, “how about you go use the washroom and we talk about this later ?”

and with that you walk off, heading back towards sakura and yujin.

why must you be such a flirt

#le sserafim #lesserafim x reader #chaewon #kim chaewon x reader #kim chaewon

[charmercharm3r]

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warnings: smutty thoughts, dom!chan, sub!felix, gender neutral reader, poly relationship, threesome, use of toys, oral (m receiving), cum eating

thinking about a bratty Felix not getting his way for once...

What a wonderful predicament you’d found yourself in. Your boyfriend trembling beneath you, his head hanging upside down off the bed with his tongue sticking out, his cock fit inside you snugly. There was the subtle vibration of the toy in his ass that had been placed there prior to you sitting atop him, feeling it softly through his body.

Felix was very adamant about how much he could take, though he always bit off more than he could chew.

He had been a brat all day, bugging you when you tried to do chores, being unnecessarily needy for attention, or whining about whatever minor thing had inconvenienced him. Usually, it didn’t bother you, you loved to take care of him, but you weren’t the only one on edge. Chan, the other partner of your relationship, was also having a bad day. Things weren’t going very well for him at work and it carried that weight even when he came home.

Initially, you sighed in relief seeing your boyfriend come through the front door, but it was written all over his face, he wasn’t in the mood for playing. Neither were you, only summarizing your other boyfriend’s behavior today and the pair of you agreeing on how to go about it.

Chan always took the lead when initiating anything in the bedroom that was to be… say a bit on the meaner side. He filled the dominant role so well in your complex relationship, it was natural for Felix to avoid eye contact as soon as he saw Chan step into the bedroom. Without even saying anything, the younger was already falling into line. You never understood how he did it, but gave him a pat on the back as you joined them.

Felix had given you a quick, knowing glance and realized he had fucked up.

That’s how Felix ended up on his back, vibrator in his ass and you cock warming him. Not your best idea in terms of positioning for getting to orgasm, but it wasn’t about you. Not now, at least.

Chan had been sitting in the corner of the room just watching for what felt like ages. You weren’t going to disobey him and use your blonde boyfriend for your benefit, but you certainly had more leeway at the moment.

“Baby, c’mere. I want a kiss,” you cooed, reaching your hand out for him. Felix’s eyes were watering, looking in the direction of the brunette who had decided to finally join the fun. Chan took his time, drinking in the view of you waiting patiently and Felix doing his best not to cum. In his eyes, it was beautiful, he wanted to commemorate the both of you for being so good. But after all, this was a punishment.

Not just for Felix, but you as well. Granted, Chan wasn’t mad, but he wasn’t happy, either. Coming home from work in a bad mood, he didn’t want to hear you complain about your boyfriend being annoying. He just wanted to have a nice dinner, take a bath, have a cuddle. So this was, albeit not as severe, a punishment of sorts for both of his partners.

Felix did his best to keep his hips still, but the slow, steady vibrations pressing against his prostate have been keeping him on the verge of what feels like a dry orgasm. He’d been leaking so much precum that he was sure you were filled to the brim. Oh, the sweet clench of your warm walls drawing out deep, whiny moans every few moments. As Chan came to the side of the bed and caressed your cheek, leaning forward to meet him halfway, you convulsed tighter around the blonde’s cock, making him cry out the loudest he had so far. It was cute, his little pleas for mercy, though cute only got him so far.

Chan kept the kiss short and sweet, calmly slipping his tongue into your mouth and easily winning that battle by putting a hand on your shoulder and forcing you to sit fully on Felix’s dick. Just the little slide of him deeper into you made you moan into the brunette’s mouth before he pulled away.

You didn’t know what Chan was thinking, but you could tell he was frustrated in more ways than one as he took his red, leaking cock in hand, lazily stroking himself and standing over Felix’s head. Felix instinctively opened his mouth, wet and inviting. He always was good with his tongue, always knowing how to use his pretty plump lips.

You assumed that was his punishment, being used like a toy while also being filled with one, but yours, you weren’t sure.

Chan rubbed the tip of his cock on the younger’s lips, smearing the milky white substance like lipstick. It made him look so pretty, you bit your lip and watched the rest unfold, sitting politely and unmoving as your only job was to hold Felix down. You certainly did a good job, despite how loud he was, Felix didn’t move an inch. He took every thrust of Chan’s unrelenting cock and enjoyed the suffocation of his balls smothering his nose when Chan would sheath himself entirely, feeling the bulge of his cockhead in the blonde’s throat. Felix would choke, gag, whimper until his eyes started to well up, tears dripping down his face. When he started to cry, Chan looked at you and nodded, “go ahead, sweetheart. Just don’t let him cum.”

Felix loudly whimpered and reached for your hand. He knew this was one of your weaknesses, hand holding during sex. But now he was using it to get out of his punishment, and you wouldn’t let yourself sink down with him. Despite knowing Felix had an agenda when intertwining your fingers, you held on just as tight for your own self indulgence.

Smiling at you again, Chan filled Felix’s mouth as you raised your hips and slammed them back down. The blonde was a crying mess, uncaring about how loud he was being. His moans were like heavenly bells, voice falling down and up in volume as Chan abused his throat. Doubled now was the lewd wetness bouncing off the walls as you rode him to your heart’s content. You could still feel the dull vibrations through his pelvis, helping you get further along as Felix used every muscle in his body to repress his ever building high.

You wished you had thought to bring your phone into the room to eternalize the view before you. Chan had leaned over Felix and was now resting his elbows on either side of the blonde’s torso, close enough that you reached down to cup his cheek for another kiss. Chan’s hips were pulling all the way out and throttling down into Felix’s face, both of them now gutterally groaning in pleasure. Even if Felix couldn’t do anything about his being denied, he loved the build up just as much.

That being said, it was gratifying watching your two lovers enjoying themselves, losing themselves even. You could’ve cum from just watching them, having Felix’s cock in you providing that much more relief. Chan delivered a last few hard thrusts before hastily sitting back and pumping himself to completion into your boyfriend’s mouth, to which Felix happily kept his mouth open for. He lapped him up like a dog and swallowed every drop. Even after Chan had finished, the blonde didn’t stop, suckling him like his favorite lollipop. The look of pure bliss and relief on Chan’s face as his head fell back and eyes closed, the desperation to please with tears staining Felix’s face, you got in maybe five more full lifts of your ass slapping back down onto his pelvis before you body was overcome in heat and pleasure. Every muscle in your body somehow relaxed and froze solid at the same time, clenching helplessly around Felix’s dick until your orgasm subsided.

You didn’t move after the high dissipated, thinking that the warmth between your legs was just body heat and sweat.

“Oh no,” Chan’s voice feigned sympathy, faking a pout, “our baby boy came.”

“N— no, no! I didn’t! It’s precum, I promise!”

“C’mon now,” Chan mockingly wiped just a dribble of the ring of cum around Felix’s mouth, bringing it to your lips for you to suck away. Sweet as always. 

As you pulled away with a pop, you licked your lips and smiled down at him, “you wanted this, angel. Be a good boy for us. Besides, Channie hasn’t gotten to fuck you yet.”

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A/N: may or may not have come across a nsfw audio that sounded a little toooooo much like poor lix...I do not take any responsibility for the damage this does sdkjfkdjskf

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[photogirl894]

Hi! If your requests are still open can I request something with echo with a female or GN reader and with the angst prompt: “Don’t ever do that again.”

Maybe reader does something dangerous and Echo has to swoop in and save the day? Thanks! Love your writing 😊

Thank you so much, my friend!! I hope this is to your liking 😊

"Something Crazy"

15. "Don't ever do that again."

Pairing: Echo x fem reader

***

It was just another job for Cid with the Bad Batch and it was like the many others you'd done. You were given limited intel and there always seemed to be some important detail Cid would leave out, particularly pertaining to unsavory characters you'd have to fight or various creatures you might encounter, usually of the large variety. Which was incredibly annoying.

You guys were dropping supplies for one of Cid's contacts, but it turned out the drop zone was swarming with Gundarks...which once again, she had failed to mention.

"Are you kidding me? Gundarks?" Echo questioned aloud in annoyance.

"Great...it's always something," Hunter grumbled. Then he turned to Tech and told him, "Land the ship, Tech, and let's help get rid of those things."

Tech nodded and proceeded to take the ship down towards the drop zone for a landing.

Then you thought of an idea. It was probably crazy and there was always the chance it wouldn't work, but it was worth a shot.

You grabbed a flare from your pack and then activated the ramp to the ship, lowering it even while you were still in the air.

"What are you doing?" Echo asked you.

You answered, casually shrugging, "Something crazy and probably stupid, but then, what else is new?"

Without waiting for a response from him, you jumped out of the ship, hearing Echo cry out your name urgently, and hit the ground just a couple feet below, landing in a tuck and roll. Once you got to your feet, you activated the flare to get at least one of the Gundarks' attention and lead them away from the drop zone. Maybe if one saw it, the rest would follow it.

Well...it worked a little too well...because every single one of them looked at you the moment you lit up the flare and were suddenly scrambling towards you.

"Dank ferrik!" you exclaimed as you turned and started running as fast as you could.

Up in the Marauder as they circled back around, Wrecker cried out, "They're all chasing her!"

They Clones all watched you running from the Gundarks and then panicked when they saw the closest one to you jump you from behind and pin you to the ground just as the others were about to reach you.

"No!" Echo, who was still standing by the open door, cried out with worry. Gundarks were nasty creatures and he was afraid they were about to hurt you or kill you. He was not about to let that happen. Then he quickly activated the cord outside the ship and started lowering it, grabbing the end and hooking it to his belt. "Get me over there!" he called to Tech before jump off the ramp.

As Tech carefully flew the ship over in your direction, Echo dangled in the air by the line and withdrew his blaster, shooting at the Gundarks that were starting to overpower you as you did your best to fight them off. The shots either hit them or hit near them and caused a few of them to scatter, giving you an opening to get away.

You saw Echo coming and you shoved a couple of the Gundarks after you, taking a couple scratches from their claws and forced yourself to your feet.

"Jump to me!" Echo cried, holding out his arm.

With a sprint, you jumped up to him as he flew over you, his scomp arm coming about your waist and holding you close as you took hold of the line. In seconds, the ship flew upwards and away from the snarling creatures below.

You exhaled with relief as the line starting moving back up towards the ramp of the ship. "Thanks, Echo. That was close," you told your savior.

"Yeah, way too close for my liking," he replied. "Don't ever do that again."

You laughed sheepishly. "Hey, I told you it was something crazy and stupid."

"It was definitely more stupid than crazy...but that's why you fit with us so well," he said with a grin. "Now let's take care of the rest of those Gundarks so we can finish this mission."

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[klausysworld]

(I had so many requests for this and they all went in such different directions so I decided to just do what I could imagine instead of trying to combine them all or make multiple desperate alternate endings. Obviously peoples requests have influenced what i had written to an extent.)

A life I do not deserve part 2

Part 1

I hadn’t exactly thought it through when I drove away. 7 month’s pregnant with minimal money and low battery on my phone. It wasn’t ideal.

I was sat in a shitty motel, heavily pregnant while trying not to let my emotions overtake me. Having to lay beneath the cold thin sheets was awful, the baby kicked nonstop without Klaus being there to sooth her into calmness. Even the baby knew something was wrong and it was exhausting.

By morning my phone was dead and i was just sat in my car trying to think of anywhere i could go.

Moving in with the Mikaelsons in New Orleans, a city i do not know, was a terrible idea. A supernatural city at that. Vampires and witches were everywhere, werewolves were beginning to get more comfortable as well.

That night I slept in my car.

The next morning I scraped together the last of my money to buy an overpriced beignet. Klaus used to buy them for me, it was something i had craved remembered since the pregnancy. I wasn’t aware of how stupidly expensive they were in this town. At least the glass of water was complimentary.

I managed to dodge any supernatural beings on my way back to the car. Once back in and safe i went over my options

Steal money, fill the car and drive as far as i can

Steal money to buy a charger to call Rebekah to help me without telling Klaus

Steal a charger to call Rebekah to help me without telling Klaus

Go by foot with a lack of food and water and possibly pass out and yet eaten by A)wolves or B)Vampires

Go back to the abattoir and hope i don’t bump into Klaus before making it to A)Rebekah B)Elijah C)Marcel

Only issue is: there’s a higher possibility that Elijah or Marcel would tell Klaus out of their weird undying loyalty together.

So basically in any situation where I live, I need Rebekah.

And so there I was, silently sat beside the door inside Rebekah’s bedroom waiting for her to walk in.

I could hear Klaus and Elijah talking int hallway outside.

“She can’t be far, she only left three days ago, she’s probably just processing” Elijah persuaded. Klaus was pacing up and down, i could tell that much

“No, we need to get her as soon as possible. I can’t let her think I don’t love her and our child. That’s another thing, she’s with child! Anything could happen to her! What if she fell Elijah? We should check the hospital again” he rambled

“We still have people waiting there. Someone will call if they see her. Just sit and wait, she’ll come home soon” Elijah continued to convince

“She won’t. Not willingly. You didn’t see her face, it was like someone had witnessed a massacre” he muttered and i brought my lips into a tight lip smile, tears burning my eyes

“Can you blame her, Niklaus?” Elijah murmured and i fought against sniffing

“I had to use Cami, it gives our enemies someone else to go after instead of Y/n.” He whisper yelled.

I wasn’t able to believe that. And even if it was true, he didn’t have to sleep with her in a room where we’d been together too. He didn’t have to paint her in the room next to what would be our baby’s bedroom.

“Still. You certainly could have gone about it better, you already hurt her before” he reminded and i heard Klaus growl

“That was different. How on earth was I supposed to believe a bunch of witches that I could create a child!?”

“You didn’t have to call her such…drastic words”

My eyes dropped knowing exactly what he was referring to.

“I didn’t mean a word of it” he murmured back

“But you said it and you watched her cry on the floor and still walked out. You cannot expect her to come flying back with open arms. Give her time” Elijah coaxed

“She doesn’t need time! She needs to listen!” He hissed

“You need to leave her be”

“I do not care how far she thinks she can get, i will hunt her down and drag both her and my child back until she is back in my house, in my arms and not able to go anyplace other” he snarled and I felt the fear bubbling inside me. A lone tear dropping from my eye as I pressed my back to the wall

“You sound like Mikael” Elijah breathed and i covered my mouth.

An immediate flow of yells and smashing was followed. Both of them arguing endlessly as each of them were shoved and thrown.

Slowly i moved to lay in Bekah’s bed. I doubt she would rat me out, but it was clear she wasn’t coming back for a little while and neither the motel or the car had provided me with any rest.

I stayed as quiet and as still as I could despite the aggressive kicks from within me and the urge to throw up at the back of my throat. Silent tears streamed down my cheeks as i kept my eyes closed, welcoming the darkness to overcome me.

A hand on my shoulder had be jolting awake. My arms quickly moving to push myself up but the hands were keeping me down

“Sh love, sh just go back to sleep” he whispered. Klaus.

I froze in place keeping still. His hand rubbed up and down my arm lightly. My eyes began to adjust to the darkness and i came to the realisation that i was in our his room. I could feel and hear my heart pounding in my chest and ears as my breathing picked up.

His arm draped over me, his hand on my stomach keeping the kicking child at bay.

“Klaus…what are you doing?” I asked hesitantly as his lips pressed to my shoulder

“I’m keeping you safe. Both of you.” He murmured

“I don’t want you to” i whispered and he hummed

“Just go back to sleep” he muttered

It was only when the cloudiness of the situation wore of that i realised exactly where i was. I was in his bed? I felt the sick rising in my throat as i forced myself to sit up despite his protests

“Oh god” i mumbled repeatedly, disbelief spreading through me. I could see his worried face as I scrambled off the bed

“Love-“

“You- oh my god Klaus. You put me in the bed you fucked her in?” I yelled and his eyes went wide

“Sweetheart- I’ve washed everything” he began but my choked sob cut him off

“No. No. I wouldn’t care if you had bought a new bed, how could you do this?” I cried and he stood up making his way toward me

“You’re right- I’m sorry, okay? We’ll go to a different room, just take my hand” he persuades, his hand outstretched for me to take

“I’m gonna be sick” i whispered feeling a chill go through me before i turned and bolted for the conjoined bathroom.

Immediately i was gagging and throwing up in the toilet, i could feel his hands holding my hair like he had done so many mornings before. His hand rubbing my back soothingly though it didn’t have the same affect now. If anything only made me more sick.

“I’m sorry” he whispered but i only sobbed louder, my forehead rested against my arms as I continued to vomit.

Once i sat back up he was wiping my mouth with a tissue gently before a little cup of mouthwash was offered to me which i used before slowly standing up.

My eyes found his as his adams apples bobbed. His eyes big and sad as he took a small step back so I could walk out the door. I immediately headed down the stairs toward the front door, my hand reaching for the door handle but before i could open it his hand was over mine.

I sighed as i kept my eyes trained on the exit in-front of me

“At least go in the morning, it’s the middle of the night” he uttered

“I’m not sleeping next to you” i told him seriously

“I know” he whispered

Slowly i made my way back upstairs, turning off to a spare room with Klaus’ eyes on me the whole time.

———————————————————————

It had been another month since everything. I had my own room down the hall, furthest away from Klaus and very rarely spoke to him.

Elijah had attempted to talk to me on behalf of Klaus but I ignored him until he left.

Rebekah had learnt not mention him and Marcel found it fun to flirt with me loud enough for him to hear.

Even Kol liked to how far he could get before Klaus would pull the daggers out for him trying to ‘feel me up’

I found great satisfaction in seeing Klaus sat with a clenched jaw watching as Kol pressed his ear to my bump, giggling when the baby kicked against him.

“Okay Kol that’s enough it’s starting to hurt” i said with a laugh as the baby kicked where his head was

“But it’s fun” he muttered

“Kol get off.” Klaus warned watching us from the doorway

“But i like it, i reckon the babys gonna be a boy” he mumbled poking my stomach. I winced when i was kicked harder from the inside and immediately Klaus had a hold of Kol’s arm, pulling him and out of the room.

“Klaus! Klaus it’s fine” i yelled as i tried to push myself up only to sink back into the seat with a groan. My hand gripped the sofa tightly as i felt my body contracting.

I let out a gasp as i felt my water break, fluid going all down my legs and onto the couch. My eyes went wide as I began to panic

“Klaus!?” I shouted and I heard his footsteps

“Yes, yes, I know! I didn’t bloody hurt him!” He yelled before pausing in step and staring with a wide mouth. I let out another long groan of pain making him snap back to reality, nearly flying forward to get a hold of me. He instantly pulled me into a bridal carry, running to the car

“It’s okay- hospital is just round the corner” he thought aloud while strapping me in. I grabbed his hand tightly as i felt the pain again and his face twisted into a pained expression

“Love- you’re hurting me” he breathed but i only squeezed tighter as the agony ran through me

“Would you just drive Klaus before I have to have your stupid baby in a car!?” I yelled, more aggressively than i had originally intended but made him start the car all that much quicker.

Once in the hospital and given out private room his hand was on the verge of breaking.

“You have- no idea- how much- I hate you” i told him through breaths like the doctor instructed and he winced with a nod

“Yep- I’m aware, I’m glad that you’re finally talking to me though” he said with that stupid grin on his face making me squeeze his hand enough for him to let out a yelp

“Okay! Okay! I’m sorry!” He apologised

“For getting me pregnant or cheating on me?” I yelled as i began to push

“The- second one! I’m sorry! Oh fuck, can we have this conversation after? Please??” He asked looking at me desperately

“Thought you really wanted to talk about it!” I yelled as i strained myself

“God, after! Just after!” He shouted as a tear left his eye.

“Really you wanna cry Klaus!? Try pushing a fucking baby out of your-“ i was cut off with my own scream as i pushed harder.

After way too long, I was lead with our daughter. Holding her closely in my arms as my eyes slowly found Klaus’. He was looking longingly at our child, hands fiddling as he leaned forward in his chair to get a better look.

I don’t think I could ever fully hate him, even after he broke my heart, when i look at him, I can’t help but see the soft side of him. The brighter parts of him, that shimmer in his eyes when he smiles.

I could’ve forgive him though, he was only kind when he had to be, he always did something to ruin the love i held for him. I wouldn’t be able to trust him again, i’ve only recently tolerated him being in the same room. Me being a labour and screaming is the most we’ve communicated in months.

“Do you want to hold her?” I asked, his face lit up as I passed her to him carefully. His mouth pulled into a grin as he looked down at her,his eyes shining in astonishment when her tiny hands grabbed his little finger.

Despite the beautiful moment, I couldn’t help the rush of sadness going through me. If he just hadn’t been so stupid and inconsiderate, we could have done this completely differently. We could go back to our home as a happy little family.

But I knew I couldn’t live with them much longer, now that i had the baby, I wasn’t really anything to them. A friend to Rebekah and Kol at most. My presence was merely an inconvenience at this point. Both Klaus and myself were uncomfortable in each others company, it was best that I left. But i knew I wouldn’t be able to take my daughter with me, he loves her too much.

I hate to admit that I thought of leaving without her. While she was still so young that she would just forget me, Klaus would keep her safe and the Mikaelsons would love her forever. She would be much better off without me really.

I thought it over many times, through the ride back home and over the next week. I was still at their house. Each day I felt more out of place, almost as though I wasn’t really there. Klaus always had our daughter-Hope. So I rarely even held her, Rebekah had gone out and bought baby formula without even asking if I had wanted to breastfeed. She was quickly drifting away from our friendship. I had nothing left.

I didn’t even have my own baby.

So there i was, sat on the bed i had been staying in with a suitcase fully packed. My train wasn’t for nearly two hours so i didn’t need to leave yet but I had nothing else to do but wait.

Klaus had taken Hope out somewhere, Elijah was communicating with the witches, Kol was off with Davina and Rebekah with Marcel.

After a little while longer I headed out, this time I made sure to bring enough money, and a charger.

I cried the whole journey, I felt awful, I had done the worst possible thing someone could do as a parent, I left. I left like Klaus had done to me.

But at least he came back, I had no idea what i was doing. It was like i was on autopilot.

My tears came to stop once lead in the hotel bed, my hands tightly clutching Hope’s onesie as I stared straight ahead of me aimlessly.

My phone rang beside me for nearly the 50th time. An endless flow of messages from Klaus going back for hours. It was well into the night, i was surprised he was still awake if I’m honest, normally he’s knock out as soon as Hope is down. If I’m entire truthful I didn’t think he would notice I was gone at all.

Over the next few days I managed to get all the way to New York through non-stop travel.

I was silently debating answering his call. He should probably know that I’m not dead. Though it may be better if he thinks I’m dead. But he might look for me, and that wouldn’t do any of us any good.

Hesitantly i pressed accept and put it on loud speaker. It was silent for a beat before he spoke

“Y/n?” He questioned, uncertainty in his tone. I couldn’t find it in myself to say anything, the guilt eating me from the inside out knowing what i had done and having to face it

“Love…would you come home please? Hope misses you…I miss you” his words grew quieter towards the end and i felt my eyes burn with tears, that familiar nauseous feeling rising through me

“Y/n? Do you want me to come get you?” He asked in a soft tone that had my heart aching, my hand covered my mouth as a sob broke through me but he still heard me

“It’s okay love, just- just tell me where exactly you are, i have a map in front of me, i know you’re in New York but i need you to tell me precisely, I’ll come bring you home” i could hear him walking as he spoke, the rustling of him pulling his jacket on

“I don’t want to go back” i whispered with a hiccup “I can’t do it Klaus”

“We need you y/n, Hope needs her mother” he reminded

“I’m sorry” i breathed, as a wave of nausea hit me

“Don’t be sorry, don’t be sorry” he murmured “Just stay on the phone with me”

And so throughout his drive over to New York I eventually told him where I was. He was quick to burst through the door, his hands quickly grabbing me and pulling me to his chest, his hand holding the back of my head as he sighed

“I thought you were gone” he whispered, I said nothing as my hands clung to the back of his henley and let my tears soak his henley

“I can’t live with you, any of you” i told him quietly

“I’ll get you a house” he promised “whatever you like just please never do this again”

“I want my baby” i whispered, his hand stroked my hair gently

“Of course, we’ll get her moved in immediately”

And when he said immediately, he really meant it. As soon as we were back in New Orleans he was driving us to a different house. Hope there in Elijah’s arms who quickly gave Klaus the baby and left with no more than a respectful head nod to me in acknowledgment.

Klaus turned back to me with our daughter in his arms, slowly approaching me and giving me my child. Her eyes sparkled like his did when she looked at me, she made small incoherent sounds as her arms waved about in the air.

I felt my eyes gloss over as i looked at her, she was so beautiful, like a little angel. I took her inside, the house already fully furnished and decorated. Klaus followed swiftly behind me, following me as I got into the kingsized bed, keeping Hope close to me as I held her like she were the most valuable jewel in the world.

Klaus pulled the blanket up over my body, leaning down to kiss the top of Hopes head and then my cheek

“I’ll come back tomorrow? We can talk a little?” He asked softly, kneeling down beside the bed to be eye level with me

“Can’t we just pretend nothing happened?” I breathed, keeping my eyes closed “just pretend that you never slept with someone else and I didn’t run away, can we just pretend for a little while” i whispered

“Love…”

“Please, just for a little while, just pretend” i pleaded “just lay with us”

Slowly, hesitantly, he did. Our faces in-front of each others as we curled around Hope, keeping her safe and between us.

“I wish we could be a family” i whispered

“We still can be” he murmured, his hand on my cheek as a lone tear strayed down my face

“No…I don’t think we can.”

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[jester089]

Hindsight's 20/20

The request was TADC characters who get into a fight with reader. When they go to reader's room to apologize they find them abstracted.

Caine

Arguments with Caine aren't rare I'm sad to say. You two are just so different, and he has trouble understanding humans. It's frustrating for you. When you storm off in the direction of your room Caine doesn't think much of it. This happens a lot after all. Deep down he knows it's his fault so he's always the one to apologize. After giving you some time he visits your room with some of your favorite (digital) food. He knocks and receives no answer. Being the AI with no sense of personal space that he is, he knocks one more time then just let himself in. He notices that the room is strangely empty. "Could've sworn they went to their room." He shrugs the slight feeling of unease and sets the food down on your desk leaving a little note with "I'm sorry. Enjoy your food! :)" He smiles and turns to leave and freezes when he spots you on the wall above the door. You abstracted?! You two just stare at each other for who knows how long neither of you moving. Eventually Caine raises a hand to open the cellar but at at the smallest sight of movement you pounce at him. It doesn't work as intended though when he moves out of the way and the cellar open where your going to land. Once you're locked away it sinks in that, that was you. In some sense at least. He takes a moment of silence out of respect, then empties out your room and puts an x over your doors picture. He doesn't really have emotions and isn't human so he doesn't get caught up. He did love you though, in a way.

Gangle

Gangle felt awful watching you storm off like that. She had an especially rough day and ended up being rude to you. That led to an argument, and that led to her accidentally bringing up something she knew you were really sensitive about. She stuck around in that room feeling bad for a while before finally leaving and deciding to try and apologize. Even if you don't forgive her she still has to try. So she ran to her room and grabbed a box from under her bed. She opens it to reveal the things she's been making for you for a while. It's your very own comedy and tragedy mask. It was hell making then with ribbon hands but it was worth it. She arrives at your room and rings the door bell... Nothing. She knocks a few times... Nothing... She takes out the spare key you gave her planning on just setting the masks on your bed with a note. The door opened and she came face to face with you... Well kind of you. An abstract that was clearly you. She dropped the masks and ran off to save herself and get Caine.

~~~~~

After you were contained she went back to her room feeling awful. "Was it my fault?! I made them mad. And now their gone." She gets back to the rooms hallway and spots the shards of the masks she made for you on the ground in front of your room... What used to be your room. She freezes for a moment before bends over to pick them up. Caine already got rid of everything that was yours. So these two broken and dirtied masks are the only memory she has left of you... She didn't even get to give them to you. She never got to apologize.

Zooble

Arguments with Zooble weren't rare. She is a easily annoyed person in a place that is the dead opposite of her personality, trapped in a body that she hates. She has a lot that worries/annoys her which makes her regularly snap at just about everything. She didn't always apologize too, which led to more and more pent up anger from both of you. After one especially nasty argument you both silently storm off to your rooms to calm down. After sitting in her room for a while Zooble started feeling guilty. You were trying to comfort her after a long day and she got mad at you. So she slowly gets up and quietly walks over to your room, she rings the doorbell and hears a thump against the door. Usually when your in bed and don't wanna get up you throw something at the door, it's a way to tell her to come in. She opens the door and is startled by a four legged abstract sprinting out past her at like 200mph.

~~~~~

After the abstract is in the cellar and the shock and adrenalin has worn off she realizes it was you. And she feels... Empty... "There gone... The last time I talked to them, the last time I'll ever even be able to talk to them. Was an argument..." She's going to spiral bad. The fact that she feels it was her fault. And she doesn't have you there to get her through hard times. I give her a month left. At most.

Kinger

Arguments with Kinger are rare. He's already lost one S/O in this place, he isn't going to lose another. Or at the very least he's going to make the absolute most of the time you two have together. So you two having a full on scream sesh at each other was a surprise to everyone. Who knows what ticked off who and started it. All they know is you two were yelling at each other louder then you ever had. Then you basically ran out of the pillow fort with a guilty looking Kinger watching you go. He had planned on letting you be alone then you would come to him when your ready. But it's been over a week and no ones seen you. He's starting to get worried. So he stops by your room to check on you. When he opens the door and sees the black spikey and glitchy skin and the multicolored eyes he realizes instantly. He doesn't run. He doesn't fight back. He just stands there, staring at what was once you. This goes one of two ways, you tear him apart and he abstracts too. Or he's left alone and is just a lifeless husk until he abstracts.

Ragatha

Arguments with Ragatha are also rare. And ones that go past a few hurtful words and a slightly raised voice are even more rare. She's good at defusing things. So the chance of an argument getting really heated is unlikely. Unlikely but not impossible. Tensions in the circus are high, and no ones immune to it. It started with you comforting her about how homesick she feels. She was ranting about her old life and ended up coming across like she would without a second thought throw you out to get away from this place. That started the snowball, one thing led to another, then Ragatha found herself sitting on her bed staring at the ajar door that you ran out of moments ago. She's the most likely to catch you while you're actually abstracting. She just hates leaving things in a bad place and would chase you to your room. She couldn't save you though, despite how hard she tried. She tried so hard and ended up getting really hurt, she was found on the brink of death after not letting you go despite you being fully abstracted. She gets out of all that alive. You? Not so much... This whole thing made her into a very "others come first" and "I don't matter" kind of person. She hurt you and you're gone now because of that. She isn't going to let that happen again.

Jax

Jax goes out of his way to cause arguments and problems for everyone. He cares about you in some way, but that doesn't mean you're sparred by him. Seeing you run off after he made you mad he didn't even react. He just went on with his day. It was actually funny to him how worked up you got. Around two days later he basically kicks down the door to your room wanting something from you. He freezes for a moment upon seeing your abstracted form before running off. Once he's safe he thinks to himself "They abstracted?! Over that argument?! I knew they were a crybaby but it's surprising. Eh. Not my problem." He casually walks off purposefully ignoring the scream he heard.

Pomni

Pomni can get really tunnel visioned with things. She'll get so caught up in a worry or a project and forget everything else exists for a while. This can lead to her being a slightly neglectful partner. The circus puts a lot of strain on her. For one reason or another you two start yelling at each other. Once it's all said and done and you two are separate she'll take a while avoiding you all together. The argument left her shaken so she doesn't want to see you. But after enough insistence from Ragatha who was worried about you she stops by your room to check on you. She stands in front of your door for a half hour shaking not wanting to face you. But she does, eventually (She left like 4 times before hyping herself up enough to just do it.) When your abstracted form breaks through the door she just opened she panics and sprints off. Despite her mind telling her to go back because "It was in their room! Are they ok?!" But she keeps running. Only after she's at least mostly safe does it sink in that, that was you. She breaks down her mind racing. Was it her fault?! How long have you been feeling like that?! Your gone... She doesn't handle it well. And I doubt she'll recover from it at all. On the bright side she doesn't get sucked into her work and worries like before. Shame you aren't alive to experience it though.

(This was surprisingly difficult to write. I'm not sure why though. I hope you enjoyed.)

xoxo, Jester

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[togrowoldinv]

Chef

Natasha Romanoff x Chef!Reader

You’re the head chef at a popular restaurant where Natasha acts as a hostess, bartender, and subject of your flirtation all at once

Note: This is based on the movie Chef! It’s just a short little something to explore this variant of Natasha hehe. Enjoy!

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Being a chef has always been your dream. From the day you were born, your parents often joke, you were meant to be in the kitchen.

Your affinity from cooking was only made more intense as you grew up and explored cooking as a real career. You can draw inspiration from almost anywhere and come up with amazing dishes that have no parallel.

At least that’s how it used to be. You started working at fancier restaurants in a new city and somewhere along the way, you lost the freedom to cook what you wanted.

You’re instructing your staff how to prepare for the day when the door opens.

“Y/n,” the voice that you usually enjoy hearing calls out to you. But you can tell she means business and immediate stress washes over you. “Bruce is here.”

“I cannot deal with that right now,” you say. There’s a hint of anger in your tone, but she knows it’s not directed at her.

“I’ll try to delay him, but be ready for him to come back here.”

“Thank you, Nat,” you say as she leaves the kitchen.

It’s a few moments later when you hear the voice of your dreaded boss.

"We’ve got a full house tonight, Chef. You’re making the usual, right?” Bruce asks you. His tone is a bit snarky.

“Actually I was thinking I’d try something-“

"That next word better not be new. You’ll make the menu that works. End of discussion!” Bruce fires back. He’s beginning to get angry, or as you say ‘turn green.’

“The big critic is coming and we can impress him with-“

“This is my restaurant! Not yours! Cook the fucking original menu,” Bruce leaves no room for argument.

"Fine,” you say with a sigh. He smiles at your defeat and you shake your head.

A friendly hand comes to your shoulder. “One of these days, y/n. They’ll see how good your food is,” your colleague and close friend, Wanda, says.

“Thanks Max,” you say genuinely.

You spend the next few minutes briefing the staff on the menu for tonight. It’s the same as always and your staff isn’t any happier then you are about it.

“And for wine pairings please see Natasha,” you finish your instructions. She gives you a soft look as you head back to the kitchen.

The first part of the night goes pretty smoothly. But when a food critic shows up, you grumble again about having to make the same menu.

“It’s alright, y/n,” Wanda says. “We’ll make the best molten lava cake for this jackass.”

You laugh at her and plate the food for the critic as per usual. Your trusty server, Peter, takes the food out to Tony the critic.

Watching from the kitchen, you shake your head at the way he reacts. You can’t tell exactly what he says, but you know it’s no good.

“Peter, come here,” you call for the young man. “What did he say?”

“He- um- he asked why it’s the same food as usual,” Peter says.

“Fucking Bruce,” you say, turning back to the kitchen.

Natasha catches the way you hang your head in defeat. She leaves the host table in Monica’s hands and slips into the kitchen.

“Hey there,” Natasha says, she leans softly into your arm. “You alright?”

“Not really,” you mumble as you keep chopping peppers.

“One more hour and then you’re free,” she says.

You look at her finally and she’s wearing a smirk on her face. You and Nat have made a little bit of a habit of going home together. Nothing tends to happen. You cook her dinner and she enjoys it with some flirting, but nothing more.

“My place?” You ask her quietly.

“Definitely,” she replies.

With that, she leaves you in the kitchen to finish cooking the meal for Tony that you know he’s going to rip into you about in the review article.

By closing time, you’re exhausted. Natasha helps you clean up the kitchen before you go.

Your phone dings and you dread looking at it.

“Let me see it,” Natasha says, holding her hand out. You’re reluctant. “Come on. Rip off the bandaid.”

You hand her your phone and her eyes scan the article while you grab your keys and lock up.

“So, how was it?” You ask her once you’re walking to your car together.

“Not great,” Nat says honestly. You sigh and open the door for her. She slides into the passenger side. “But don’t worry,” she adds once you’re in the car as well.

“I always worry,” you say, leaning your head back on the seat.

“I know,” Natasha says. A frown forms on her beautiful lips. “You know what?”

“Hm?”

“I’m starving,” she says.

You smile and start the car. “I can do something about that.”

At some point during the drive, Natasha’s hand comes to your thigh. Something about tonight feels different.

She makes herself comfortable at the bar across from you as you cook her one of your signature meals.

“Here you are, my lady,” you say, placing the plate in front of her.

Natasha takes a bite and as per usual she loves it.

“Good?”

“Great,” she says, a certain breathiness to her voice that threatens to make you kiss her right then and there. “Join me.”

You sit next to her and enjoy your own serving.

“This is the kind of stuff I want to cook at the restaurant,” you tell her. “Not that stuffy menu Bruce requires.”

“He doesn’t know shit about restaurants,” Nat adds.

“One day I’m going to do it. I’m going to walk in there and make my menu,” you say. Nat watches you with an amused smirk. “To hell with him.”

You catch her smirking at you and feel a heat creep up your neck.

“You’re really adorable when you get to ranting like this,” Natasha says.

“Oh, thanks,” you reply shyly.

Nat turns to you and her hands take each side of your face. She leans in.

“Can I kiss you?” She asks. Her voice is raspy and you can smell her perfume.

“Please,” you say.

She closes the distance and her lips find yours. It starts out slow but quickly she’s deepening the kiss, the result of all of the pining for each other.

“Natasha,” you whisper against her lips, breathless from the kiss.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” she says.

“Me too,” you say.

You kiss her this time, taking your time to feel her against you.

“Take me to bed, chef?” She asks.

You grin at her and she pulls you off the stool and towards your bedroom.

As long as you have Natasha on your side, it doesn’t matter what any critic in the world says. And she will always be on your side.

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[olichat-reads]

Mrow | Part Four

Bakugou x roomate!reader

Summary: you finally get answers on how to break the quirk & return human

Words:

A/n: yall i fucked up :D this isn't the last chapter

Part Three

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Zigzagging through the crowd you kept your eyes on your target, little legs racing as fast as they can, determined not to lose sight of what might be your key to undoing this quirk.

Having not notice the tiny ball of fur barelling towards her, the girl in question yelped in surprise as you launched yourself onto her leg, determined to latch on like a fucking leech until you had answers.

"Its you!" She cried out, big doe eyes looking down at you, snarling & fur bristling.

Yeah its me! Now turn me back human for the love of god!!

You honestly doubt a small furball yowling up at a full grown person was even the slightest bit threatening but the girl looked as if she might keel over in fear. Her wide eyes darted around to uncaring passerbys before returning to peer down at you.

"Please can we go somewhere less, um, crowded first?"

🌟

You ended up at the park not far away, not completely empty but a definite upgrade from the bustling streets.

Wait. You understand me?

"Um. Yeah. Kinda comes with the quirk," she started, fidgeting with her hands before the floodgates burst open with her rambling. "I'm so, so sorry for turning you into a cat. And- and about the other day! I don't do those kinds of things. I was just being stupid. I knew it was a bad idea even if my friends said otherwise-"

You watched the girl as she went on a tangent, babbling on frantically. You sighed, she was young, probably a highschooler.

Alright, alright. Calm down, kid, you're gonna scare yourself into a panic attack. I'm not turning you in, okay? I get it, you made a mistake. And honestly I don't think you could pull of a crime even if you tried, kid.

The girl cracked a nervous smile at that.

"Thanks Ms Y/n." You smiled at the use of your hero name. You didn't mind not being a big shot like Bakugou, but it felt nice to be recognized every once & a while.

Nah, I get it. I did stupid things too when I was your age. Oh. What's your name?

"Its Miyo."

Miyo. You smiled at that, lifting a furry paw to pat her knee. So now, can you turn me back human please?

"Oh, um," she stuttered, her entire demeanor dulling again. "I can't actually."

You felt your fluffy ears droop at that. What do you mean?

"The quirk breaks when you have an unbridled want to turn back human. To be honest, I thought you would've returned human by now. But I guess its not the most predictable, I'm sorry," she said remorsefully.

I just need to want to turn human? You ask, confused. Did you not want to return human this whole time?

"Sort of. But it has to be a very, very strong feeling to override the quirk. Most of the time it helps to feel extreme emotions that associate with needing to be human again. Like intense desperation, fear, stuff like that. Ultimately its all on you though, Ms Y/n," Miyo explained with apologetic eyes.

You sighed at that. Well, at least it was something. Thanks, Miyo. I-

You were interrupted by a loud explosion that made the ground beneath you shook. Switching into prohero mode, your body kick started into action, racing into the streets. Though you skid to a halt before disappearing into the sea of people, throwing one last glance to Miyo.

I'm going to be naked when I turn back human, aren't I?

"Yeah! Sorry again, Ms. Y/n!"

You sighed internally at that. Well. Nothing you could do about that.

Another explosion sending the ground shaking tore you out of your thoughts & had you throwing yourself into the crowd, darting towards the direction of the commotion, the adrenaline in your veins guiding you through the chaos.

"YOU FUCKING PSYCHO-"

You hear his booming voice before you caught sight of the explossive blonde. You took note of the two women that were apparently the cause of all the commotion & Bakugou's arms that covered in frost. You watched as one of the villains aimed for his arms again, creating chunks of ice that engulfed his hands all the way over his elbows. Bakugou blasted them off but you could tell he was struggling, his explosions smaller than usual.

They were aiming to weaken his quirk, you realized.

Bakugou didn't have his gauntlets. Added with the cold weather & the nature of the villain's quirk he was at a massive disadvantage.

Bakugou! You yelped as the other threw your roomate into a wall, her attack reminding you a lot of Nejire's wave motion.

Fuck. Fuck. What do you do. What do you do?? You didn't have your quirk. Even hand to hand combat was out of the question. You were a cat for god's sake!

You felt your heart drop when when you watch the shockwave wielder take aim for another attack.

Yea, no, fuck it.

You let the adrenaline take over & before you know it, you're rushing forward, little claws & teeth digging into the flesh of the villain's calf, eliciting a pained yelp from her. Distracted, she missed her shot, just barely missing Bakugou, her blunder allowing him to dodge.

You didn't have time to feel relieved though, having her attention turn to your little self, uselessly hanging off her leg.

Fuck.

"Sunny, get away from there!" That was all you heard before familiar hands intercepted you as Bakugou dove in for cover with you, narrowly avoiding a hit from the ice quirk's partner.

Having decent cover, those glaring red eyes looked over at you. "Are you insane?! What the hell is wrong with you??"

Bitch, I was trying to save your ass! Fuck off with the name calling-

You were interrupted with another blast that sent the two of you crashing into a boutique, the display of clothes cushioning what would've been a painful slam to Bakugou's back while you flew out off his hold, landing with a thud a little distance away.

Bakugou!

Dread filled your veins as you watched the pair tag team your roomate. You scrambled to get to him despite knowing there is little you can do. You couldn't just watch! But before you could even get close an explosion was sent your way, forcing you to hop backwards to avoid it, stopping you from getting too close.

Bakugou, you bastard!

"Fuck off, pipsqueak. I can handle this on my own," he growled out, eyes ahead but you could tell was directed to you.

Aiming a blast at the ice wielder, Bakugou risked a glance at you. "I mean it, Sunny- FUCK!" he got cut off as the other villain caught him in her wave motion, slamming him into a wall & pining him there.

No.

No no no-

Human. You needed to turn back human.

Now.

C'mon. C'mon c'mon c'mon please.

You wanted to. You needed to. Please. Please.

Please.

You gasped at the sudden shock that rushed through your body. Your sight glowed pure white, before everything stopped.

You dropped to the ground like a ragdoll.

You couldn't move.

You couldn't move. You couldn't open your eyes. It felt like all the energy was zapped from your body. Your heart seemed to beat in your ears. Once. Twice. Faint yelling seemed to seep into the black. You recognized that voice.

"-nny! Wh s wro ith ou-"

The cotton in your head made it hard to hear. But you knew that voice. You were sure of it.

"SUNNY!!"

Bakugou. Its Bakugou, right? He gave you that name?

That's right. You need to help him.

But you couldn't move.

Move, dammit.

You mustered everything to will yourself to get up, to fucking move, but your body didn't listen to you. Even a finger felt too heavy.

"HURRY THE FUCK UP, SHITTY HAIR!"

Bakugou is calling for help? Bakugou? Fuck, things must've gotten bad.

C'mon get up.

You needed to get up. You needed to help him.

"FUCK-"

You heard Bakugou's voice cut off as if he had the air knocked out of him.

You haven't thanked him yet.

He had to be okay.

You still owe him that hug you vowed to give him.

He HAD to be okay.

You felt your heart clench at every pained groan the villains beat out of your roomate. Your throat tightened up with guilt.

COME ON GET UP!

You'd cry if your body worked right now. Unshed tears burned the back of your eyes. You were begging at this point.

PLEASE.

Then, everything came rushing back.

Your eyes snapped back open, before immediately fluttering shut from the bright contrast. Pulling yourself up, you groaned as you reached a hand up to your pounding head. Wait. Hand. Hand!

A rush of victory tore through you, making you force your eyes back open to confirm your suspicions- only to have your heart drop immediately.

Fuck. Thats right. You changed back naked.

A/n: thank youuuu for being so patient with me. i know i take a WHILE to cough out fics but i'm doing my best i promise 🥺. i hope you enjoyed this part. hope the 'action' portion isn't too scuffed. AND I HOPE THE NEXT AND LAST (I SWEAR IT WILL BE THE LAST) CHAPTER WON'T TAKE AS LONG.

🌟

Part Five

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[stonertora]

Sub Kenma x Demon Fem. Dom reader ❤️

Part 1

MINORS DNI, HEAVY NSFW

Warnings: drug use or abuse idk (reader smoking weed) , breath play, fingering, size kink, rough sex, blood, spanking, marking, biting, slapping, pet play, bondage, humiliation, orgasm control, cursing, heavy language, overstimulation, age gap (age isn’t mentioned), choking, hair pulling, squirting, anal, spit, pegging, mommy kink

So I’ll just make something clear right ahead or ppl get confused, the reader definitely has some demonic abilities and features like horns, wings and a tail, I’ll just say that Reader herself can choose who sees the features or not, so people might not see them. I’ll also write it in readers pov.

After I ended my 9 hour shift, I just needed something to drink, an energy drink would do it’s job tho, so I’ll buy two for my boyfriend too. after I say goodbye to my coworkers, I quickly left.

my legs were hurting. standing all day really wasn’t made for me, I could just fly all day, but of course I can’t do that, what would people think of me, seeing some cashier randomly floating in the air? they’d probably freak out and call the police, so yeah, I can’t do that here.

It’s about 8 p.m. so now I’m on my way to the nekoma highschool, getting my boyfriend from his volleyball training. I could hear his friends already yelling and laughing, nothing new though they’re always fucking around with each other. I bet Yaku’s beating Levi’s ass again.

Only thinking about it got me crackling. I mean he shouldn’t mention Yaku’s height all the time, so it’s his fault. As I walked closer to the boys, I looked for Kuuro cause where Kuuro is, Kenma can’t be far away.

,,Sup bitches. Where’s Kenma at?’’

I yelled out of no where, suddenly the pain in my legs all gone, and adrenaline building up in my body, that’s one thing I love about his friends, they never fail to light the mood. Most of them nearly got a heart attack, which brought a wide grin to my face.

,,Damn y/n, you could’ve warned us at least, Levi almost shat his pants. Anyways your boyfriends on the toilet right now.”

Kuuro told me, almost loosing it himself thinking about Levi’s scream, but couldn’t suppress a slight grin on his face. So I sat down on the bench next to the boys, listening to how their training went, how Levi kept on fucking up the easiest stuff, or how they once again tried to stop Yaku from beating his ass, which I know had Kenma’s hair growing grey soon.

,,Damn Levi, you really should keep up with the training, if you keep fucking up Yaku’s really about to kill your tall ass.”

I told him, while opening my energy drink.

,,But it’s not that easy y/n-Chan, I just seem to really be too stupid for all this. And stop calling me ‘tall ass’, or I might call you minor dater, old hag or something like that.”

he said already getting himself ready to run for his live.

,,The fuck you said you lil bitch?”

I yelled at him, ready to rip his limbs one by one. I was ready to yeet his stork ass, but couldn’t do it. He got hit pretty hard in the face by some basketball.

,,OWWWW! That FUCKIN’ hurt man!!”

He yelled while blood ran down his nose.

,,Then shut your reckless fucking mouth, bitch.”

Everyone now looking shocked over to the direction the basketball came from. An angry Kenma walking towards us. Okay he was pissed, even more than me myself, you can see it, even a blind person could see it. The fact he extra got himself a basketball instead of a volleyball proves it even more.

I walked over to Levi, and stared straight into his eyes while he sat in the ground, Tora holding a paper wipe on his nose.

,,You can be happy it was Kenma who threw the ball, if it was me and I’ve had be half as mad as Kenma you’d be headless by now. So watch your language.”

I told him, I know he’s probably shitting his pants, but he must hear it.

,,I-I’m sorry, y/n-Chan, Kenma-San, won’t do it again I promise.”

I kneeled down of his level of height and grinned slightly.

,,You’re good, lev. Don’t worry, I wouldn’t kill you. take my energy, it’ll help with the pain, yeah? Keep the cold can on your nose it’ll help it to stop bleeding. “

I stood back up walking over to Kenma handing him the other energy I bought.

,,Take it. You need to calm down. You’re right about what you said but you really didn’t needed to throw a whole ass basketball in his face. Poor man’s probably got a broken nose by now.”

I told him still grinning, I know Lev deserved it, and the scene replaying in my head almost got me loosing it.

,,Whatever…”

Kenma said, taking the energy drink out of my hand.

,,What you say?”

I asked him, voice stern.

,,Sorry, I meant thanks, Babe. He just pissed me off.”

he told me.

,, Yeah, I understand, let’s go home. Your live stream should start in about an hour.”

we walked over to the others.

,,We’re leaving now, his livestream’a gonna start in a hour. See y’all tomorrow!”

After we said goodby to everyone, we’ll except to lev for Kenma, we walked home, enjoying the weather, it’s so hot outside like we’re almost melting. We went inside our apartment, while he started his livestream I started cooking. Some Katsu cutlet with rice and fried eggs and soysauce.

Placing it in two rice bowls, and walking to our shared bedroom. I opened the door quietly, careful not to make any noise, not to disturb his livestream. I placed his bowl next to his PS4, and quietly sat down on our shared king sized bed. I ate my food while watching him gaming. After about 10 minutes I finished, meanwhile he didn’t even touch his food once or looked at it. I didn’t wanted to disturb him, so I sent him a message to eat his food before it gets cold.

After another 10 minutes I got an idea on how i could make him eat. I crawled under his gaming desk, gently laying my head on his left thigh, gently massaging the other one with my right hand. He slowly looks down, while I whispered to him to eat his food. Which he nodded to, but still didn’t touch his bowl once. This. Little. Bitch.

The fuck he thinks he is to just ignore me? So I decided to change my plan a little. Just a little. While he kept streaming and talking to his viewers I started massaging over his crotch, which finally got me a real reaction. Man’s almost choked on his own spit but no one noticed. But he kept ignoring me, so this bitch really wants to know it huh…?

Playing all cool in front of his friends, only if they knew what a little slut he is for me. I kept massaging a little harder on his crotch, already feeling how his boner grows. Still acting all cool huh? Wait till you feel this. I slowly pulled down his pants, together with his boxers. His cock jumping out of his boxers, saying hello to the cool air. A little whimper can be heard.

,,AYO? What was that Kodzuken? 🤨”

I heard one of his friends ask.

,,Nothing, are you schizophrenic or something?”

,,Nah, I heard what I heard. But if you say so…”

heh. You heard damn right, I slowly licked a stripe along his cock, then a few licks on the tip, which ended in me sucking his cock while he’s streaming. I can hear his breath getting faster, heavier, it got worse with every second. Swirling my tongue around his cock, adding my hand to pump what doesn’t fit in my mouth. When I felt him almost cumming I suddenly stopped and stood back up and let myself fall on the bed, watching some TikTok’s. After another 5 minutes I heard something like,

,, Alright, that’s all for today chat, see y’all in 2 days. Bye.”

then he ended the livestream and turned off his PS4, and walked over to the bed, laying down next to me, trying to kiss my neck.

,,Uh excuse me sir? Sluts that don’t eat don’t get to cum, it’s that easy. So eat your food now it might still be warm, if not put it in the microwave. After you ate we can maybe talk about this.”

He looks at me with the “are you serious right now” look on his eyes, but stood up and started eating. I knew he wanted to talk back, but this ain’t working on me, it’s only gonna make everything even worse for him, and he knew this. So I continued watching my videos, after a few minutes i felt something entering the bedsheets, one look down already told me everything.

so I laid back, turning off my phone and laid it down on the little nightstand next to the bed. I felt my pants being pulled down, then some light kisses and rubs against my clothed pussy. My heart starting to beat faster, legs lightly trembling. I felt him pulling my panties aside, his hot breath meeting my now free pussy. He slowly started licking along my pussylips, just how I like it. His tongue meeting my clit, licking lazy circles around it, sucking on it here and there.

,,H-hah…keep going, pretty boy.“

I told him, my breath getting a little heavy. He then moved his wet tongue from my clit to my entrance, now tongue fucking me.

,,Hnggh…just like t-that..“

I grabbed a fist full of his hair, pulling on it, he moaned into my pussy, sending little vibrations straight to my core.

,,Mmhh..g-gonna cum soon, pretty. Make mommy feel good..“

he then again started massaging light circles around my clit with his tongue, adding two fingers inside me, curling them up to meet my g-spot.

,,H-hnggghh~…just like thaat…you’re making mommy feel soooo good..”

my moans getting louder from minute to minute, the lewd sounds working me up even more,

,,P-please…mommy…wan’ you to…c-cum all over..m-my face…m-m’ s-soo…needy for your c-cum..”

that’s all I wanted to hear, him begging, knowing his place, the lewd sounds of moans and being eaten out mixed together sending me over the edge…

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Sup:) There’s definitely going to be a part two for sure! It’s just it’s 1 am over here and I have to work in like 5 hours. 💀 so I’ll post part 2 tomorrow or Thursday:3 I hope you liked it

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[theprismyyy]

can you make a headcannon of gwen having a introvert or super shy girlfriend?

Gwen with a super shy girlfriend

Pairing: Gwen Stacy x Fem! reader

Tw: Nothing, basically just cuteness (not revised)

(English is not my first language)

I feel like this could be better, but honestly I'm not at my best... so I guess that's it, I still hope you like it ❤️

Gwen with a super shy girlfriend------------ I feel like Gwen is an ambivert type of person, so she can kind of be on both sides of the coin depending on the situation or her mood in day. Either way, this girl would be super understanding with you, always trying her best to make sure you are comfortable in her surroundings.

Gwen with a super shy girlfriend------------ If you were in a circle of people talking and she noticed that you had something to say, she would do her best to help you to integrate into the conversation, in addition to listening carefully to what you have to say.

Gwen with a super shy girlfriend----------- Whenever you are in very crowded places, she keeps her hand firmly attached to yours, arms intertwined, hand in your back pocket, around your shoulder, on your waist or belt strap, in general anything that helps her stay close and not end up losing you in the middle of so many people (she also wants you to have this guarantee that it is there and not going anywhere).

Gwen with a super shy girlfriend----------- If you're the type who's too embarrassed to ask for directions on the street or order your own food, she wouldn't mind doing it for you. But she always tries to encourage you in a healthy way, obviously, to do it alone and be SUPER proud when you succeed, even if you stutter or fumble a little while speaking she still couldn't be most proud of your girl😭 she is your number one supporter.

Gwen with a super shy girlfriend-------- I imagine a scenario where you would have to present a project in class, in front of the whole class and you're like: Internal screams, anxiety, hyperventilating, wanting to faint, cry and vomit all at once. But Gwen is such a supportive and understanding girlfriend that she would never diminish the way you feel about it, and instead of saying it's silly and that you need to learn to deal, she tries her best to set aside at least one hour a day (either in person or via video calls), to help you practice your lines, comforting you and giving you words of support.

Gwen with a super shy girlfriend-------- Who when the dreaded presentation day finally arrived, would sit with you under the stairs about an hour early and just She would let you go over your lines if things were really bad for you, she would help you with breathing exercises and even hold your hair if you were the kind of person who needed to throw up. Regardless of anything, when the time finally came she would be right up front to hear everything you had to say, sussurrando palavras de conforto sempre que você gaguejasse, now...if by chance she doesn't have that particular class with you, make SURE she would be standing at the room window or opening the door to watch the presentation, with a big proud smile and a thumbs up as confirmation that you are doing well.

Gwen with a super shy girlfriend------------ No matter what grade the teacher gave you on that presentation paper, she would be there for you congratulate you and tell you that you were incredible simply for having the courage to go in front of everyone to speak, that this is how you start and that soon you would be doing it to the letter.

Gwen with a super shy girlfriend-------- The beginning of the relationship would be so weirdly cute and funny, this girl is crazy and hungry for physical touch, but you don't know exactly how comfortable you are with that, you're both a shy mess and too embarrassed to ask each other.

Gwen with a super shy girlfriend—------- But things start to flow and work naturally little by little, until you finally reach your first kiss. Gwen would probably be the one to initiate it... and you to walk away, not because you didn't like it but because it was unexpected, like, you were casually at her house at a sleepover, talking and being silly teenagers when suddenly she He leaned over and kissed you, more like a peck since you got scared and went to the other side of the room 😭😭 (you didn't talk about it for about three days).

Gwen with a super shy girlfriend-------- The first time the two of you actually kiss without running away from each other is at an even more random moment, you're in the bathroom, Gwen leaning against the sink counter as you fix your makeup in the mirror. As soon as you finish, you approach Gwen softly, both of you with a silly smile on your face when she compliments some of your makeup, it's just a super sweet interaction before you realize how close you are to each other, how you wouldn't need to lean in so much for touching your lips and how your breaths seem to mix perfectly.

Then they both go in for the kiss…and damn, that's awkward.

A small shy peck, followed by lots of silly giggles that barely allow you to put your lips together properly, hands shaking and not knowing where to rest, your teeth they probably clash a little...but at the same time as it's strange it's also so adorable. Soon you find a little rhythm that is still shy, but more comfortable for both of them, with Gwen holding her face with an almost crushing softness and her (very shaky) hands resting and delicately gripping her waist her. Anyway, a student ends up getting in the middle of this, disrupting this little moment and making the two of them separate like scared cats (you still laugh about that whenever you remember)

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