#i just know sitting in silence w/ J would fix me

[agentark]

j corvin save me,,,

#save me j corvin #too lazy to edit the meme screenshot #fckin tree pollen #head too full of snot #you know how it is #i just know sitting in silence w/ J would fix me #i gotta stop thinking about fernweh before I have a Benadryl induced nightmare about You Know What

[chaotic-mystery]

On the Road Again | J.M.

ꨄ Pairing: dbf!Joel x f!reader

ꨄ Summary: it’s the morning after you stayed in a motel with Joel, so what now? Will he tell your dad you came onto him or can he keep a secret?

ꨄ CW: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI. Porn w a lil bit of plot. Road head, reader has hair long enough to pull, choking, gagging, dirty talk, roughness, no seatbelt wearing ass (pls don’t do this, I love you too much for you to not wear it) swallowing bc we aren’t quitters! slight speeding while driving, Joel miller whimpers!

ꨄ WC: 2.1K

A/N: This is part 2 to Room 77! So happy to see all the love it’s gotten, so here we go! Hope you love it. I promise next part (if you want one idk let me know) we’ll set some story up and have more plot + sexy time

“Baby, wake up. We gotta go, cmon.”

Your eyes were blinking open gradually, finally seeing Joel who was sitting next to you on the bed and stroking your hair to wake you up. The energy was different now that you weren’t strangers to each others bodies. Joel held you the whole night right against his chest, never letting go until he woke up. With not nearly enough energy, you got up to start changing and get up to speed with him so he wasn’t waiting on you. Turning your back to him as he picked up the clothes from near the bathroom, you squeezed your hand into a fist, teetering on the idea of almost hating yourself for asking this question that was sitting in your throat. “J-Joel um, are you gonna tell my dad…about last night?” The room lingered with silence and Joel ran a hand over his scraggly mustache, looking at the back of your head from across the room.

“No, darlin’ I’m not. He’d kill me and I think he’d be pretty pissed off ‘atcha. I can keep this between us if you can, deal?” His tone was serious to get his point across. The last thing you wanted to see this weekend was your dad and Joel throwing punches at each other.

“Deal. I just hope you don’t regret what happened, because I don’t, not one bit.” You tugged your shirt on and attempted to fix your beadhead before packing your other clothes back into your duffle bag. Every emotion you could think of was going through Joel’s mind at that moment. On the one hand, he was nervous that your dad would find out and think he took advantage of you, but on the other hand he was ready for more and wanted to get to know you, the real you; not the version of you your dad tells him.

Joel’s hand ghosts over your shoulder for a split second before resting it on you, thumb rubbing on your soft skin. “Angel, I don’t regret anything. I meant everything I said and did, okay? It’s gonna be hell keepin’ my hands off ya in front of your family though, pretty girl.” His hand slides down your arm to your hand and grabs it firmly, spinning you around to face him. Joel tilts your chin upwards to look at him in his dark brown eyes, the sunlight hitting one just a little from behind the curtains. Your heart felt like it was about to come right out of your chest if he continued looking into your soul the way he was. There was nothing you wanted more than to lay him down on that bed behind you and ride him until your legs gave out and your body was trembling, but you had to go before everyone got suspicious. If he were to ask you right now to say ‘fuck it’ and stay with him at the motel all weekend, you would in a heartbeat.

“We gotta go, come on bunny.” Joel kisses your forehead lightly before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. He grabbed both duffle bags and held the door open for you to leave the motel room. As you both walked to his truck, the warm air covered your body and your mind felt like it was coming clearer with every step you took. What’s going to happen when your dad sees you and you have to pretend like you didn’t just sleep with his best friend? How the hell were you going to pull off that lie? How were you going to manage three nights in the house with Joel in the other room, your mind on nothing but him?

“Ya just gonna stand there or you gonna get in so we can at least enjoy some time at the beach before the sun goes down?” Joel joked and looked at you from inside the truck, your bags already put away. You snapped out of it and grabbed the chrome handle, tugging it open to get inside. His rough fingers turned the key to start the engine and soon enough the truck was on the road flying to the direction of the vacation house. The sunglasses shielding your eyes made it easier to steal glances of Joel, the way his veiny hand gripped the steering wheel while his other hand was on the back of the seat by your head. Everything about him was sexy to you, it was hard not to stare. The way he drove with one hand, the way his curls blew in the wind, the way he squinted from the sun because he refused to wear sunglasses. Maybe it was because you slept with him or maybe you just never noticed how effortlessly he made everything seem; but he made daydreaming about him come naturally to you.

You suddenly had the idea to scoot to the middle seat and cuddle against him while you read your book, just wanting to feel him next to you. It was going to be the longest three hours if you couldn’t touch him in some way. It wasn’t going to be too long now before you had to painfully push aside the feelings and memories still fresh in your mind from last night. He was so gentle playing with your hair, you could almost still feel it. Not even asking if he was okay with it, you grabbed your book from your bag and unbuckled your seatbelt, scooting into the spot next to Joel. You leaned your back against him and propped your right leg on the seat, getting cozy while flipping to where your bookmark was. Joel coughed briefly and looked down with furrowed brows for a moment before looking back at the asphalt in front of him. “Just make yourself comfortable I ‘spose.” His deep voice vibrated through his lungs and against your back, making you smile to yourself.

“Well I have to take advantage of this while I can before I have to pretend like I don’t have bad thoughts about you coursing through my mind.” You tilted your head back until Joels head came into your view and he chuckled before kissing your head once more.

The book you cracked open to get caught up on had your interest maybe the first two hours of the drive and you were at a point you could guess how the book ends. Joel’s arm managed to wrap around your neck and have you in a comfortable headlock, keeping you close to him. The salty breeze mixed with his cologne just right, making you feel at peace, you were comfortable with him. Managing to sit up and look at Joel while your hand rested on his thigh, you got close to his ear and whispered, “How do you manage to make me want to blow you while you drive?” It was like you could see his ears perk up at your words and his eyes widened in surprise before meeting your eyes quickly. “S’that right sweet baby?” His hips lifted up to shift in his jeans as the bulge grew the more he thought about it. You dragged your nails against his thigh and traced over his cock through his pants and he whimpered your name so quietly you almost didn’t hear it.

“What was that? Speak up for me, Joel.” you teased, grabbing a handful of his bulge.

He grunted at your actions, wishing you’d stop teasing him and do what you said to him. “I bet you look so cute with somethin’ in your mouth, baby doll. Let me see how much of a good girl you can be, hm?”

You’d be lying if you said his words didn’t send your whole body into chills and excitement flooded your shorts. He knew just what to say to get you going and want to devour him like a fucking animal. With no hesitation you unzipped his jeans and plunged your hand in his boxers, greeted by his rock hard cock that was leaking precum from the slightly swollen tip. You gathered the precum in your hand and coated his cock with it as you began jerking him off, his moan echoing through the truck as a relief. “Fuck baby- that feels so goddamn good, jus’ like that.” Joel's Adams apple bobbed in his throat as he focused on the road and what your hand was doing to him.

“You’re so hot, Mr.Miller. The way you speed up the faster my hand goes up and down your cock, you’re such a filthy man. God I would kill to have you pull over and take me on the hood, leaving me dripping your cum in my shorts while I’m face to face with my family. Bet you’d love that, huh?” You were so unsure of where the sudden urge to speak such filthy thoughts in his ear came from but you weren’t mad at it. Joel was grunting and hanging on to every word, you could almost see it playing out in his head as he imagined taking you over the hood. “God dammit your voice drives me fucking crazy, you’re such a nasty lil thing- fuckkk” For a second his head tilts back before he squeezes the steering wheel tighter. Leaning down and shoving his cock in your mouth, you begin to work your tongue around the head. Pre cum was dripping out and onto your tongue and you swirled over the hole, collecting as much as you could. Joel switched hands and reached his right hand down to your head, grabbing a handful of your hair and tugged roughly while he groaned your name through gritted teeth. The rush of adrenaline made your shorts grow even wetter, squirming in your seat and dying from needing some type of relief.

Joel’s cock slammed into the back of your throat as you deep throated as much as you could, gagging and coughing over him and drool spilling everywhere. His grip on your hair tightened as he yanked your head back so you released his cock. “You keep goin’ like that and I’m gonna cum down your throat sweetheart.” He kissed you roughly, tongue forcing its way into your mouth as he kept an eye on the road. “We’ve got about ten more minutes before we get to the house, I know that’s plenty of time for you, dolly.” He kissed you once more before you made your way back to his cock, licking the bottom of the shaft all the way to the back of the head. Joel’s throaty moans filled the truck more frequently and his stomach caved with every deep breath he took.

“F-fuck baby jus’ like that, cmon jus’ like that. Nasty girl, fuckkk. Open wide for me, let me see you swallow my cum like a good girl.” Joel whimpered and his cock twitched in your mouth before his cum was shooting down the back of your throat. His hand never let go of your hair as he held you there, shouting profane words and your name mixed in there. For someone who had never gotten a blowjob on the road before he met you, he did pretty well driving and focusing on the road. Joel finally slowed down with his load and when he was milked dry, you came up and swallowed the rest as he looked you in the eyes.

Taking your thumb and wiping the corners of your mouth, he groaned at the sight of you making his load disappear inside you. “You- I’ve gotta keep my eye on you, don’t I?” A smirk of playfulness grew on his lips and you smirked, nodding in agreement. Joel came down off his high and tucked his soft cock back into his pants, looking over at you as you acted like nothing happened. The only issue was that your pussy was soaked and you needed his long tan fingers inside you or rubbing your clit but unfortunately that wasn’t going to happen right now.

The familiar house was making its way into your view and you felt at home. Joel honked the horn the entire driveway up until your dad came out, holding his arms wide open for a hug from you. Now you weren’t close with your dad, but he was kind enough to offer you the invitation to come. Was it all that special though if he was extending it for his friends to come? Joel got out and greeted your dad before grabbing the suitcases from the bed of the truck. You had to mentally prepare for this and it was not easy. Joel didn’t make it easy to act like nothing happened.

“You wouldn’t believe the fuckin’ rain we got caught in last night. Had to pull over and stay at a motel until it let up.” Your eyes darted to the gravel under your shoes as you walked up to your dad and hugged him. “Yeah it was insane but I’m glad Joel was with me.” Your dads smile froze and he blinked at Joel, who did not dare look at you.

“Separate rooms I hope?” Not wanting anything to be left for questioning, you and Joel answered almost too quickly over and over with yes. “Well come on in! I’m just grilling some meat for dinner!” Your dad hollered and walked back up the white wooden deck and disappeared inside. A deep sigh of relief came from both you and Joel and he placed your suitcase next to you with the handle up. “You heard him, let’s go bunny.” Joel mocked and smacked your ass to give you some pep in your step. This was going to be a fun weekend.

#joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal #joel miller #joel miller x you #dbf! joel smut #dbf!joel miller #dbf!joel #dbf joel miller x f reader #dbf joel miller #joel miller pedro pascal #joel miller drabble #room 77 part two #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #the last of us hbo

[kabra-malvada]

"You just had to go and ruin everything."

*Puts angst writer glasses on* Steampunk AU angst is gonna be the death of me one day, anyways, enjoy!

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You hadn't even uttered a word ever since you woke up, even if he kept asking you about your condition, all your mind could focused on was on the imminent dread and panic you've been holding onto since yesterday. The warm water surrounding you on the tub is barely able to untense your body. Closing your eyes you let your mind wander of to dangerous places 'I should've killed her when I had the chance'.

A knock on the door snaps you out of your trance. "M-may I come in?" You don't answer, but you don't protest either, doesn't really matter, It's not like you have the energy to do one or the other. He sits on the toilet, his body too large for your bathroom's dimensions forces him to crouch down a bit. He's holding some towels, more likely because you didn't even bothered to take some on your way to collide into the tub. Finally the silence and your emotions get the better of you.

"W-why did you do it?" You spout, cruelty puffing from your words. Without looking him in the eye, you instead focused your gaze in the palm of your one good hand just now noticing all the new bruises and scratches you've earned. Sitting across you Sun hesitates to speak up, knowing it's quite futile to argue with you either way. But the automaton knows that he did the right thing, even if you don't believe him.

"You were bleeding out... I knew you wanted to run after them but- what good would you be dead to them?" You scoff, scrambling for words to retort. A sharp breath escapes you, reveling to him your wounds, although treated, still are pretty fresh. "I-I had her! I just had to take the shot... But no. You just had to go and ruin everything... And now she does not only has Gregory, but Moon too... My arm got busted and we have no clue of wherever they could be-" a sob cuts you off, not being able to handle the guilt of knowing it's all because of you they got tangled in this whole mess.

Sun knows, he knows this is what he and his brother had planned. They both know how reckless you are and how desperate you were growing to get Gregory back. But something none of you could've known was that it was all a trap, and you fell right into it, of course. why else would she had bothered to keep your little brother alive if it wasn't the case?

And then it hits him. He stands up and leaves the towels behind him. "Don't worry. I'll fix your arm, if I work nonstop I should have it ready for tomorrow night, you rest". Confused and a little dazed still you sit up a bit. "W-what?!" He smiles glancing over his shoulders. "I have a plan. be prepared and rested to jump into action, ok stardust?" Without saying much else, he closes the door leaving you completely dumbfounded.

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At this rate I'll end up writing the entire fic with prompts. Love how it turned out! Oh and-

What's dis? a bonus Animal crossing one!? don't mind if I do :3

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'You just had to go and ruin everything!' Moon quivers hiding behind a tree, listening to his brother's scolding while covering his watery eyes. "I-I didn't mean to! I-It was j-just a prank... I just wanted to make them laugh..." he gives in as tears start to roll down his puffy cheeks. 'Well now they must hate us... oh Moony, what shall we do now?' Their quiet sobbing is interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching and a voice calling out for him.

Ashamed he just stays in place attempting to appear smaller, oh how he wishes he could curl up and disappear, anything to not be there. "Moon?" That lovely voice he's come to known as yours appears beside him. Still he doesn't move, if anything he curls up even more. "Moon, buddy, It's ok! really I'm not mad... please, look at me..." he shakes his head, scared of what he might find if he opens his eyes. You sigh not really knowing what to do, so you just...

Hug him. He flinches a bit, not expecting it but he welcomes you either way.

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I might've cried a little while writing these thank you :,D

Hope you like it! couldn't really decide which AU to write for so i just ✨did both✨ heard these songs while writing these.

Steam punk

Animal crossing

#Steam punk au #AC AU 🍃 #animal crossing au #sun/moon fnaf #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #sun/moon x reader #fnaf self insert #fnafsb #fnaf x reader #request #ask kabra #my writting

[the-showfall-worker]

[Transcript received.]

J: “So! Here’s my little shop I have set up! My plans are over there, my works in progress are there, and- say, sweetie, did you need a new outfit? Yours looks a bit dirty…”

?: “Err… Yeah, I probably do…”

J: “Goodie, that gives me something to do! Not many people have come by recently, you know?”

[Soft footsteps on carpet are heard as Jenny leads the worker around.]

?: “I do know…”

J: “Right? Who would try to blow this place up? It doesn’t make sense to me!”

?: “Err… me either…”

[There’s a brief moment of silence between the two as Jenny sits in a chair and starts searching around in a drawer of fabrics.]

J: “Now, were you-”

?: “Um… Sorry to interrupt, but… do you… remember the blasts?”

J: “Huh…? Oh, no, I wasn’t here then. I’m just glad most people here are alright! Now, were you wanting something colorful or the same kind of suit as you-”

?: “Nothing…? Not… beforehand, either…?”

J: “Sorry to say I don’t! … Don’t you think we need a bit more spice around here? Everyone looks the same-”

[There’s a quick movement as the worker places their hand on the side of Jenny’s mask to get her to look at them.]

?: “Jenny… You have to be in there somewhere… Where’s that strong will you told me about…? I don’t know how long they’ve had you like this, but you have to wake up…”

J: “I am awake, what do you mean? I’m right in front of you, honey… Are you feeling alright…?”

?: “No, you have to be there… They can’t have gotten rid of you completely… Jenny, look at me… Do you recognize me at all…? … Anything…?”

[There’s a long pause.]

J: “It… feels like I do… It really does. But it… feels far away… You’re scaring me, what am I forgetting…?”

?: “You’re forgetting what happened to you before… Do you remember that…? The room we were sent to…?”

J: “I… don’t… Ahem, ah, anyway, what kind of outfit were you w—”

?: “Jenny, you can’t just leave me here…! I said we would both make it out of here, and maybe that was just me being blindly optimistic, but god damn it if I’m not going to try!”

J: “Sweetheart, I’m not leaving you, I just don’t remember-”

?: “You don’t know me at all, but I would die for you to make it out of this god damn mall!”

J: “I don’t need to leave, I-”

?: “Those bastards took my mom from me!”

[Silence.]

J: “… I don’t remember you. I don’t know what to tell you.”

[More silence lasting for about 1 minute.]

J: “… So! … Colors?”

[More silence that lasts 3 minutes.]

J: “Sweetheart, are you alright…?”

?: “… No… I… I don’t think I will be… for… a while…”

J: “Aw, honey…”

[The sound gets muffled as Jenny hugs the worker yet again.]

J: “It’s okay, let it out… We can get you all fixed up after a while, okay…?”

[The only sounds that can be heard for about 6 minutes are sobs from the worker into Jenny’s shoulder.]

J: “It’s okay… I’m here… Take deep breaths, okay…? We can pull ourselves together, right…?”

?: “I-I don’t want to be fixed…”

J: “Oh, sweetie, you’ll feel better when you are…! You shouldn’t be feeling this much str-”

?: “That’s exactly the point…! They don’t want us to feel anything…! Look at your mannequins, Jenny! Those are people! Real people!”

J: “Those… are mannequins-”

?: “Those are people! Jenny, look around! You want to know why people would blow this place up? Because they finally realized they are people and the actors are people and everything that happens here is real!”

J: “You’re… not making sense-”

?: “Jenny, they let me starve in that ‘trash’ room for two days! Do you know what that trash is, Jenny? It’s bodies! Bodies, Jenny!”

J: “No, that’s just-”

?: “And those bodies get put in the meat grinder and then served to people at the food court! We’re eating people here, Jenny! People are killed here for realizing the truth and if you don’t believe me, I’m next! You’ll never fucking see me again!”

J: “We aren’t-”

?: “And do you want to know the worst part? You won’t remember! Just like how you don’t remember right now- I’ll be a fairytale to you! Something distant in your subconscious! I’ll be nothing!”

J: “Sweetheart-”

?: “You won’t remember who you swore you would protect-!”

[A fast movement and a click. The room goes dead silent except for some whirring.]

J: “… No wonder you’re so anxious, honey, your mask wasn’t even on… You should be feeling better now, right…? Look at me real fast…?”

?: “I’M DOING… MUCH BETTER… THANK YOU, MRS. JENNY…”

J: “Good to hear, sweetie… Now, back to the topic at hand… Colors or monochrome?”

?: “I’LL… DO COLOR-”

[End transcript.]

#encoreverse blog #showfall ask blog #the showfall worker #jenny from showfall

[teeztheflag]

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Wolf!Ateez Reaction to when they accidentally hurt their mate

warnings: strong language, fighting, injuries, mentions of blood, mentions of bullying

a/n: ok ok I am really sorry I had to change the request a little bit so it doesn’t become repeating <3

general taglist: @latte-fairytaekwoon @little-precious-baby @yunhobabygurl @multidreams-and-desires

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k i m  h o n g  j o o n g

Usually the alpha was the most caring person with you. Bringing you flowers and spending as much time with you as possible. When the fights between several packs reached his land he knew dangerous times were coming.

Instead of talking to you and taking you to the meetings he decided it would be safer for you to stay in your house guarded when the attacks began.

Little did he know that you were tired of not being included and as the luna of the pack it was time to use your own power to help. Hong Joong was in a full fighting and killing mode when you were circled by five other werewolves who tried to kill you without mercy.

Hong Joong‘s senses were blended when he launched at the intruders and absentmindedly also accidentally bit your leg earning him a painful cry from your wolf.

Immediately he felt like his heart shuttered to pieces not knowing you would be out here in the battlefield. You limp away from your mate and run back to your mansion. Hong Joong changes back into his human and sags to the ground.

He still cannot fully control himself. That’s why he didn’t want you to help. He cries out and lays down on the grass not knowing if he could get under your eyes again.

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p a r k  s e o n g  h w a

Running away from a horde of big - way too big - wolves wasn’t what you planned for your camping trip. It was easy the third time you stumbled over your own feet hearing the low growls behind you. Your blood seems to freeze when you emerge a wide meadow where the only source of light is given by the full moon.

Tears escape your eyes when another whimper leaves you - they circled you. Was this a normal behavior for wolves? What should you do in a situation like this?

You’re only in a light see-through gown because of the hot temperatures these days. It feels like the wolves are strategizing at how they share gazes and let out noises that could be mistaken as chuckling.

Suddenly one of them jumps on you pinning you down to the ground. The animal is flashing it’s dangerous canines at your shaking form. You cannot help yourself to frantically scream and try to push it off you.

It seems to lower itself only more and out of instinct you bare your neck fearing this would be the end for you. The wolf sniffles and licks the spot under your ear. A tear runs down you cheek when you can feel a sharp pain where he draws a little bit of blood.

Suddenly it is pushed off you with force and a much stronger growl leaves a completely black wolf that’s is standing in front of you. You follow the scene in front of you with interested eyes when the other wolves seem to bow down in submission and quickly vanish out of the scene.

Great. The big bad wolf wants you for himself.

It really confuses you when the wolf slowly turns around eying you for a while. You try to get away from it when it nears your form and leans down to lick away the blood that is running down your neck. Again a sound of pain leaves your form to which the wolf backs away in an instant.

A huff can be heard and with conflicted eyes it turns around to escape the scene.

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j e o n g  y u n  h o

„Why are you running away from me?“ No answer.

„Do you like being chased?“ You still don’t answer.

„Okay, (y/n). We know it since three days so why are you not recognizing our bond?“

A tear escapes you which you’re quick to wipe away with the back of your shaking hand. You stop abruptly staring into the depths of the forest. Your gaze turns to the ground when you can sense Yun Ho moving to stand in front of you.

„My little mate. Why aren’t you talking to me? Did I do something wrong?“

„Wrong?“ You look up your hands turning into fists out of anger. Your chest rises with your breaths and you can feel your body heating up.

Yun Ho‘s playful smile soon vanishes and he starts to look concerned. „My love, why are you so sad?“

Of course your souls are already starting to form a connection and he feels your emotions.

„You’re asking if you did something wrong? How about hanging out with all the people that have nothing but bad comments about me left? Laughing at me? Hurting me whenever they can?“

Yun Ho starts to realize what you’re talking about.

„You’ve hurt me, so much already. That is not easy to accept.“

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k a n g  y e o  s a n g

You can feel his eyes burning on your back since half an hour. The beta next to you shamelessly flirts around although he knows your mate is sitting back with his friends.

Yeo Sang was one of the more roguish wolves in your pack always tending to not listen to any orders or picking a fight. Finding out about your bond was actually really shocking to you. You’re probably one of the nicest girls in the pack - according to folks. Always dressed in some pretty dress or blouse and never a too low neckline.

Your connection was still fresh and so far you managed to have the minimum contact with the trouble maker. Just to the point of tonight where the younger people of your pack met up for a campfire and some drinks.

„Wanna take a swim?“ You blush at his words but take his hand anyway letting him guide you through the trees. Standing in front of the lake and seeing that the beta ist already getting rid of his clothes makes you feel bad. He’s smirking at you.

„I don’t know if this is ok...“ Suddenly the beta gets a blow into the face by one of Yeo Sang‘s friends and two of them start to secure the beta in his holds. You’re overwhelmed with the situation immediately and Yeo Sang‘s eyes are dangerously yellow. He gets a painful hold on your wrist screaming at you but you’re not in the position to answer him.

„Y - you’re hurting me.“ Yeo Sang‘s mouth twitches at your words and with a hiss he let’s go of your arm ordering his friends to take you to his home.

The beta spits out blood laughing at the remaining guys and Yeo Sang.

„Great. Now she fears you even more.“ Yeo Sang punches him again knowing he’s right. He lets out a frustrated sigh condemning his short temper.

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c h o i  s a n

It was San‘s highest priority to keep the daughter of their alpha safe. Naturally he was always by your side following you around sometimes to your dismay.

This night you were able to shake the boy off and visit a club with your friends in the town nearby. Mostly humans could be seen here and you finally were able to let loose.

Shaking your body from left to the right you can feel a pair of arms sneaking around your waist to move you to the rhythm with him. Your head falls back landing on the shoulder of your dance partner a permanent smirk on his face.

It all happens to fast when you can feel someone ripping you out of the grip of the stranger. You fall down to the ground hurting your knee in the process. Hissing out you can see your friends immediately rushing to your side while you give the intruder a deadly glare.

San doesn’t stop to give the beautiful man punches when you’re quick to stand up and pry him off the man. San‘s eyes turn into a dangerous color when he eyes you an you know you better get out off here before he looses himself fully.

Outside he has a strong grip on your arm and ushers you into his car. The night flys by while a soft tune is humming. You’re so pissed at him that you decide to better not say anything. Suddenly he speaks up: „You’re letting vampires touch you now? Yeah? The daughter of the alpha is getting it on with vampires!“

„I - I didn’t know he was a - “

„Of course you didn’t! You are so young and literally know nothing!“

After a while of silence you turn to him a sigh escaping you. „I am sorry, San. Thank you for rescuing me...“

His gaze is fixed on the street and he can feel his heart and soul pulling on a bond that is still not touchable for you.

„It is my job to look after you. I failed...“

„No! You didn’t! I promise I won’t ever run away from you again!“ Silence follows but with a last glance San frowns deeply.

„Your knee... this will be a problem when we’re back.“

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s o n g  m i n  g i

„Yes, Min Gi! Just a little bit - closer!“ The wolf under you grunts while balancing you on his shoulders.

Your fingers are close to the fruit that is considered very rare in the realm. Your fingers are close to touching the fruit when suddenly your self made latter shakes and both of you fall down with a low thud.

„Ouch! Min Gi!“ The wolf‘s head hurts and his vision blurrs but hearing your crying he quickly stands up on his paws and howls out.

His tail is wiggling excited while he licks your face and tries to comfort you.

„I - I think my wrist is twisted.“ Tears are running down your cheeks while Min Gi suddenly changes back into his human form a frown on his face.

„Oh my god, I am so sorry!“ He frantically turns from left to right gripping his hair out of frustration. „What should I do what should I do!“

„Min Gi!“ You say through gritted teeth trying to hold in the pain. „Calm down and take me back to the pack!“

Min Gi wears a blank face hurt because he hurt you.

„Min Gi!“

He shakes his head to get a clear mind and sends you a firm nod. „Right. Back to the pack!“

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j u n g  w o o  y o u n g

You and Woo Young often played around in your wolf form chasing each other in the forest. Of course your animal instinct pushed you to little fights from time to time doesn’t matter if it is your mate.

Usually the fights always ended in the two of you changing back into your human body and starting a heated session.

This time unfortunately Woo Young pushed you a little bit to hard against the tree earning him a painful howl out of you. First you can hear him jumping around snickering for winning the battle but when you’re still lying down not moving much he slowly emerges your side tilting his head confused.

„(y/n)?“ He nudges your side with his snout trying to get a response from you but you keep breathing hard letting out little whimpers.

„(y/n)?! Are you hurt?“ Immediately his playful demeanor is gone and he changes back into his human form to search your body for any injuries.

„Oh shit! Change back! Come on!“ He’s totally devastated by now trying to caress you and encourage you with slow motions. You’re a crying mess when you’re back in your naked form.

„Woo Young... my b-back...“ He’s quick to pick you up bridal style and carry you past the trees in a lightning speed.

„Hold on a little bit longer, sweetheart.“ His firm voice and determined gaze really does it‘s wonders and you try to hang on to it until you reach the hospital.

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c h o i  j o n g  h o

Jong Ho could only snicker how you always managed to get out of his way. The campus was big and you really thought the handsome male that just happened to cross your way out of pure coincidence. Of course Jong Ho made sure to follow your every step because he just couldn’t help himself.

Finally finding his mate filled his body with adrenaline and having you not in the eye sight drove him crazy. The only problem that stopped him from immediately getting to you: you’re human. Probably not knowing about the world of magic and their creatures.

It was just the problem that you happened to have a boyfriend and one day it was too late for self control when he had the boy pinned to the wall in one of the cafeterias of the campus.

„Stay away from her!“ Your boyfriend shuddered at the low growl that came from the boy in front of him not knowing the slightest what he did wrong when he just gave a you peck on the cheek.

You screamed and kicked at him not knowing what happened a few seconds ago. When he suddenly turns around leaving you dumbfounded and all the others in the location you decide you wouldn’t let him go this easily.

You follow him and don’t even recognize that he’s going into the woods. He stops in his tracks when you don’t stop talking and you can see him breathing hard. Jong Ho tries to control his feelings but the frustration is taking over and when you try to turn him around by his shoulder he accidentally pushes you.

Your head collides with a stone and blood can be seen leaving the desperate wolf speechless. He runs to your side trying to wake you up but he’s getting no reaction out of your form. With tears pricking his eyes he’s quick to carry you to his pack to help you knowing it is now to late for you to turn back.

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White Carnation

Ex!Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader

a/n: iwa-chan being your ex is so painful and numbing

huhuhu angst isnt my forte but this is an exception bc chi is my sista

anon request: ex-boyfriend/childhood friend iwaizumi would be super angsty but i have no idea what they’d fight about ,, now imagine if after being kitaichi’s manager/medic, reader becomes karasuno’s medic/temporary manager (until kiyoko got recruited),, then she couldn’t come to the seijoh practice match so she has no idea her team fought her ex,,, only to find out during inter-high and everyone’s like wtf??? that spiky haired ace is your ex?? meanwhile kageyama’s like “yall didn’t know?” — chi

ong this finna be painful

so

its always been the three of you

with living across the oikawas came great perks

even way before you could remember, you were always with the 2 other boys: your neighbor across your house, tooru, and his best friend who practically lived there, hajime

hajime first saw you when you were covered in dirt after you were trying to catch a butterfly for tooru at the back and oikawa pushed you out of the way into a puddle of mud when he saw a bug

iwa stared at you then immediately said ‘my name is iwaijumi hajime. i think youre really pretty’

yep thats really how it went

and poor babie didnt know how to pronounce his ‘z’s yet so it sounds like ‘j’s :(

while tooru liked you because you werent like other girls who stayed inside and played dolls instead playing outside

you played with him at his back yard with the volleyball he owned and always made him laugh and have fun

iwa liked you because you didnt shy away from bugs, instead you were braver than tooru and even helped iwa look for any beetles and caught them for him to keep as pets

they liked you because you were like them

you were like one of the bois

but that kinda hurt you in the future

as you all grew up, you started going through yanno teenager things

like you started to have crushes

specifically on your best friend, iwaizumi hajime

thankfully tooru didnt see you like that and still saw you as one of the bois and saw you as that annoying twin sister

but unfortunately, iwa did too

every time you made an effort to do something to emphasize that you were, hello, a girl, he would laugh and tease you

‘hehe i didnt think you even knew what a dress was!’

was his comment when you came over wearing a yellow sundress with flats

tooru, who you shared these secrets with, gave you a worried glance but you smiled, covering up the hurt

‘meh. my mom forgot to dry my clothes so i had to wear these old clothes’

no, they werent old

they were just bought yesterday with the intention of finally being recognized as girl and complimented

but the person it was for, couldnt even be bothered to remember that you werent just one of the boys and that you possibly wanted to be told that you were pretty or cute

your other best friend noticed your quietness and he stood up from his crouching position and placed a hand on your shoulder, making you look at him

your teary eyes made him sigh but he grinned at you

‘its really pretty, y/n-chan! you should wear it more often! pretty things deserve to be seen and complimented’

god why couldnt you have a crush on oikawa tooru instead

why did it have to be towards the boy who was too caught up with catching bugs and playing ball to ever see you differently and has never said a single praise towards you?

‘what do you think, iwa-chan? isnt she pretty?’

oikawa hinted but hajime remained his eyes on the tv as the players hit the ball, too distracted to even be bothered to look at you

‘she looks the same’

he mumbled and your nose stung and eyes watered, looking down to hide the wobbling of your lips

‘its okay, kawa-chan. can i wear your clothes for now? i dont like this dress thats why i never wore it’

oikawa tried to stop you but you were already straight up the stairs and towards his room

he angrily stomped over to iwa and slapped his arm, startling the other boy and him snarling in pain

‘what the-’

‘youre so dumb. youre so mean. i wonder where she went wrong and what she saw. seriously’

he ranted and moved to sit back on the floor but not before kicking iwaizumi, making him fall on his side

‘OI KUSOKA-’

‘so whos winning?’

your voice interrupted iwa’s mid-scream and he looked up from the floor to see you wearing an alien hoodie and a pair of basketball shorts that were a little too loose so they drooped by your knees

your originally curled and elegantly braided hair was now pulled up into a bun by a scrunchie that you left around the house from years ago

there was a bit of redness around your eyes and iwa scrambled up to check if you were okay since your face looked swollen

‘oi, did you eat something weird? your face is all red so youre probably having a reaction’

he fretted and you watched as his hands glided across your face and held you by the shoulders to take a closer look

‘yea, a reaction from a bad reaction’

thankfully iwa was too busy checking to hear oikawa snarkily whisper and you sent him a glare that made him quiet down

‘haji-kun, im fine’

you dismissed and side stepped to go sit next to oikawa, completely brushing him off

now iwa was confused

you would usually smile up at him, say ‘aw~ are you worried about me, haji-kun?’ then skip over 

not frown and act so coldly

‘oi, y/n, what-’

‘lets go to the bakery! theres a sale going on there!’

oikawa shouted which made you jolt in surprise

he knew of his best friend’s beginning interrogation but he knew you were too upset to be bothered by hajime’s questions

‘they have a buy one get one sale on milk bread! and those-those treats you like! theyre on sale too!’

omg oikawa is a real one 🥺

oikawa blinked harshly at you to go along with the act and you stuttered and nodded

‘uh-eung! yea!’

that was probably the moment that iwaizumi started noticing

except he thought it was a pining between his best friends rather than you towards him

ofc iwa was a loyal friend

he thought that you and oikawa were two people who were crushing on each other yet too afraid to say anything

tbh he shouldve seen this coming because duh you were an incredibly pretty girl and oikawa was the handsomest guy in the whole area!

it was almost,,, natural for you both to gravitate towards each other

maybe thats why,,,

he started to distance himself to give you both the space and want without him in between

maybe thats why,,,

he started to feel these feelings of,, jealousy?? like he started to feel a little scared and honestly he wasnt sure who to be jealous of bc he knew once you started dating, you’d both be too busy to hang out with him

maybe thats why,,,

he was no longer your friend 

iwaizumi hajime became a simple stranger you would just pass by in the hall

it happened around the 2nd year of middle school

you and oikawa were still close friends but you have drifted away into not being as close while you and iwaizumi became,,,, distant

basically strangers

the boy you used to dream about when you were 8 and dreamt of marrying once you were old enough

he was no longer him

before, you and iwa were actually really close without oikawa

like you would hang out when oikawa was too busy with takeru

you both would go to the arcade and play games with no fear of oikawa whining and complaining to take turns

you had a lot of fun together and yet, all of a sudden, everything stopped

because iwa knew how,,, possessive oikawa was

he thought that if he were to continue being friends with you, he would risk losing his best friend out of jealousy or misunderstandings and he didnt want that precious bond to be ruined by a girl

even if that girl,,,

was you

thats why it was so awkward when you came over to oikawa’s house after so long and seeing him there, eating breakfast in the kitchen

your best friend didnt want to tell you that iwa spent the night bc quite frankly, oikawa was already fed up with this

you think he didnt know?

you think he didnt know that iwa distanced himself due to an unknown misunderstanding?

you think he didnt know that you also distanced yourself due to being hurt as he casted you aside?

and oikawa was also worried

he didnt want to ever bring up your name with iwa bc to be honest, he didnt think iwa even liked you all that much

he thought that iwa only tolerated you for so long bc you were the only girl who wasnt in love with oikawa and knew you long enough to be comfortable w you

but babie oiks is misunderstood that :(

he didnt want to ever bring up his name with you bc he knew how sensitive it was for you and how sad and pained you were when he suddenly stopped even replying to your texts

one time when you cornered him, he looked angry and gently pushed you back and quickly walked away 

no he was scared that oikawa could see you both and misunderstand

‘just,,, stay away from me, okay? its better this way’

god you wanted to scream at him and shout at him and punch him but he kept silent and refused to answer your questions and refused to acknowledge your existence

you were so confused and you were just so hurt and eventually, you became indifferent to him and treated him the same way

anyways

you stepped into the house, not even bothering to shout your arrival and quickly wandered through the hallway before turning the corner to go to the kitchen 

but you stopped, seeing the familiar hair with olive eyes eating breakfast on the kitchen island, also stopping with his chopsticks halfway to his mouth at the sight of you

your gazes clashed and you blinked before your lips formed into a thin line, turning and going to the fridge and look for food

iwa wasnt surprised

he figured you were both getting closer to dating and you were already basically living in his house

it all makes sense

BRUH THEYVE BEEN FRIENDS SINCE THEY WERE LTR BORN LIKE BLS THEYRE JUST SIBLINGS

MAKE IT MAKE SENSE

‘h-how are you’

he mumbled, trying to fix the awkward silence while cursing inside of how long oikawa was taking to shit

you hummed, taking a water bottle and slamming the fridge door shut, harder than necessary

‘oh, now you see me?’

you really didnt mean for it to be a snarky comment but it came out before you even realized what you said

he winced

‘listen, im-’

‘oh? youre here, y/n-chan!’

oikawa’s voice cut him off and he returned back to his bowl of rice, leaving you standing there furrowing your brows

you shrugged, already knowing that hajime was like this, so you turned to look at oikawa with a wrinkled nose at the sound of the toilet flushing

‘tooru, did you drink straight milk again? you know how it makes your stomach upset’

you chided and tooru turned red at the implication of his dookie

‘o-oi! y/n-chan! of course id know if i was lactose intolerant!’

i just think how funny it would be like the irony of his love for milk bread yet being lactose intolerant at the same time 

he huffed and you nodded but not exactly believing him

‘kay kay’

you teased and walked to the living room but oikawa caught you in a headlock and he ruffled your hair while you complained and whined to let you go

you were giggling as tooru was giving you noogies, feeling the tension leave your body

all while iwa was watching

maybe it was because he stopped hanging out with you and havent seen you like this for almost  a year

so carefree and so happy as you scored higher than him at the hoop game and he would begrudgingly let you hug him when he managed to win you a doll from the claw machine

but yea he definitely forgot your smile

he forgot how it looked like bc the last time you met gazes, you sent him a hurt glance and looked away and he knew he deserved that

god he hated it

but no, he was doing this for tooru

he was doing this because his best friend liked someone who actually deserved him

but dear god why did it hurt

iwa was starting to wonder if he made the right choice

he could easily handle you two dating

right?

maybe that was when iwa started to realize,,, he was starting to feel different towards you

the time apart definitely made him remember why he was friends with you

you weren’t like those girls he saw in tv or outside with the frilly clothes and the makeup and the fancy hair

no that wasnt you

you were different

you were too lazy to even pick out a cute outfit, opting for comfort with one of their sweatshirts and sweatpants

you preferred to chase after butterflies rather than sitting inside bc hajime’s adventurous spirit latched itself on to you too

you would usually climb the tree to get the volleyball that got stuck up in the branches bc tooru was too scared of heights and you wanted to prove your strength and capability

god you were so different

what if you liked him instead?

iwa startled himself with that thought in the middle of eating and caused him to choke on his rice

tooru noticed him coughing violently so he grabbed the water bottle from your hand and threw it straight towards the boy

iwa snapped the cap open,not caring where that water came from, and chugged it down before sighing in relief after the quite scary situation

you then realized what happened and you turned red, speedwalking into the living room

oiks totally didnt do that on purpose and he was doing the lenny face at you before switching masks and wearing a worried one for iwa

‘iwa-chan! you need to slow down!’

he chided and iwaizumi yelled at him to be quiet, completely clueless to the fact that he just shared an indirect kiss with you

but you did and lordie did you hate it

from then on,,,

iwa was just seeing you everywhere

iwa saw you from his classroom when you would go hang out with your new friends outside 

he noticed you not even being too loud, only speaking up when asked while the others opted to continue talking about nonsense you probably gave no care about with how you secretly rolled your eyes

those moments made him laugh

the next time you both ran into each other was during his morning practice

oikawa phoned you in the morning while you were getting ready, saying he accidentally left his knee pads at home and he was already at school but you werent so he wanted you to bring them to him

you knew damn well that iwaizumi hajime would be there but you didnt care because youre not even friends anymore after he just dropped you like that

YES SISTER WE DESERVE BETTER

so thats why you found yourself pushing the metal gym door open at 6 in the morning and shouting oikawa’s name

his eyes brightened at your voice and he dropped the ball to run towards you by the door

‘oh my god thank you so much, y/n-chan!’

he shouted and hugged you out of excitement while you cringed and hit him to get off of you

‘ew dont touch me trashykawa’

you mumbled and he whined, finally stepping away with a pout

iwa was watching you both from the side and he blinked, wondering if you were trying a new hairstyle

if not, then you changed something bc currently, you practically glowing to him

he watched you scold oikawa for being forgetful and him begging for forgiveness but also thanking you before he was scoldede again by the coach

but the coach was relieved that he could finally play with the proper equipment and not risk anymore injuries

oikawa was already bidding you good bye and you were about to turn to leave when you finally met the many gazes of iwaizumi hajime

your eyebrows unconsciously furrowed together and your lips turned to a frown then you sharply turned and walked through the doors

unbeknownst to him, oikawa watched as his best friend’s face turned hurt at your expression and remained staring at the door you just went out of even when you were already gone

‘iwa-chan, lets get to practice’

after that 

iwa has concluded god has decided to be mean to him

bc who was giving him these weird heart attacks and tummy aches at the simple sight of you?

literally he ignored you for a good time yet now hes noticing you again?

what kinda unfairness-

but you proved to accept his previous behavior by not even giving him a single glance anymore

that made him sad so iwa would sometimes stop doing what hes doing so he could freely stare at you laugh at something a classmate said during class

thats totally not creepy iwa lol

he doesnt even know hes doing it sometimes bc hes so absorbed on trying to figure out the answers of his questions

but the worst was when he got caught

you sat at the very front and oikawa and iwa sat at the back 

it was lunchtime and you were eating with a few girls and a guy from another class and yall were laughing and talking together

iwa had oikawa and these other guys makki and matsukawa from the class next door to eat lunch with

can i please just dream that our third year seijoh boys were actually friends since the very beginning like pls and thanks

oikawa was rambling about how some girl giving him cookies the other day when he noticed iwa not listening but staring at you while moving his chopsticks around

poor iwa-chan was confused as to how even with messy hair, you still looked beautiful?

like no matter what angle or how you turned, the light always seemed to hit you perfectly to accent out your features

how was that possible?

‘-and she just-iwa-chan? iwaizumi?’

he called out and said boy jolted, eyes widening at the confused, bored, and knowing eyes

‘hm?’

‘oh? were you looking at y/n-chan?’

oikawa teased and the gojira fanboy waved his hands around to deny that statement

but makki chuckled and leaned in

‘hm, wouldnt blame ya. shes really pretty you know? some guy in our class saw the girls ranking and shes in the top 5′

okay iwa was angry

was it because everyone else noticed how pretty you are?

was it because you were part of this list?

was it because his own friend said you were pretty?

why did he even care anyways?!

oikawa smirked at the clenched fist under the table and decided to poke fun even more

‘oh really? well, it doesnt really matter because its always the girl’s decision right? but most of the time, their choice is utter trash’

the meme duo shared a confused look

‘hah? what are you going on about, oikawa’

oikawa internally apologized to you after what hes about to do because hes so tired and exhausted of having to be so careful and walking on eggshells between you two

so he did an oikawa move

‘yanno how y/n-chan and i have been friends since we were little ducklings right? so ages ago, like ages ago, little y/n-chan had a crush on this brute bc for some reason she thought he was brave or something and apparently thats appealing to girls rather than the nice and gentlemanly type. but of course, yanno how this goes, he pooped up and now hes stuck on doing this weird stalking staring thing. right, iwa-chan~?’

okay im sorry i take it back oikawa is a bitch

iwa shook

you,,, had a what on who?!

a crush on him?!

is he the brute?!

so it wasnt oikawa?

it was to him?

then why did you act like that?

why did you both act like that?

‘what’

iwaizumi mumbled and he met oikawa’s pointed gaze

‘hmm,,,, you dont have to worry about it anymore though since theyre not even friends anymore. but listen to me and listen well, makki, mattsun, if you hurt a girl even once, theyre never going to forget it. my sister said that apparently theres this little voice in their head that tells them that theyre going to get hurt again and thats where their trust issues begin to develop and--IWA-CHAN WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!’

iwa was already out of his seat and straight walking towards you and your group before stopping beside your chair

your friends quieted down at the sight of the known boy and you blinked then turned your head to see him, your eyes instantly turning dark and looking away immediately

‘what the hell do you want’

you hissed and natsu almost choked on his rice ball if it wasnt for another girl patting his back

‘it was me, right? all along, not oikawa, but me?’

his meek voice made you look up in confusion

‘what are you talking-’

‘you chose me instead him’

then it was like a click that you realized what he said

‘how did you know’

‘i-i’

he stuttered but was cut off when the teacher finally arrived to announce the end of lunch and iwa was forced to go back to his seat

the whole class time, you would sneak glances back and iwa would be staring at his paper while oikawa would wink at you and give you smirks

OH GOD HE TOLD HIM

after class you stomped up to the brunette haired boy 

‘how could you?! why did you tell-’

‘lets talk, y/n? please?’

iwa was holding your arm and you glared at him before turning away and walking away

oikawa patted him on the shoulder in good luck and whispered,

‘get your girl’

the rooftop ledge looked really delicious right now

no words were exchanged so you were both just silent with you staring at him while he was looking off to the side

‘so what? now you know and so what do you want?’

you spoke first and iwa guiltily met your eyes

‘everything was,,, a mess. i misunderstood and i didnt communicate and i,,, messed up’

he mumbled the last part but you caught it perfectly causing you to scoff

‘damn right you did. so now you know and then youre going to do the cliche thing they do in those dramas where you magically profess your love for me and-’

‘hey y/n lets date’

you froze and looked at him shocked with wide eyes and jaw dropped

‘excuse me? who are you to say that?!’

you shrieked

‘first you think i have some big crush on tooru and this caused you to basically drop me like a damn pencil and second youre asking me to date you? iwaizumi hajime i thought you were always the smarter one. what the hell are you spouting you damn imbecile-’

iwa did the only thing he thought of

he quickly leaned forward and pecked your lips

he saw some guy do it in a telenovela that his mom watched a week ago and that was how the girl got silent so iwa thought it would be smart to shut you up that way

and it worked

bc you were so conflicted: angry, confused, sad, happy

you was the whole range of emotions in one second

‘i was stupid. and i was dumb. i wanted to give you and shittykawa space because i thought he liked you and he would be mad and misunderstand if we continued hanging out without him. but you shouldve told me you liked me, baka. maybe i wouldve come to like you back’

iwa rambled but your eyes watered and you huffed, slapping him across the face but pulled his collar to kiss him again

tbh iwa was shook bc he got 2 kisses in a row today and hes never been kissed before and its from this really pretty girl

‘how dare you kiss me and still not like me’

you seethed when you pulled away

but iwa held your hands

‘im starting to come to. give me time and i’ll accept your confession’

and give him time you did bc you finally were able to try and mend that friendship again and soon, you were already starting to fall back in love with him 

but iwa also

during the end of your 2nd year, iwa nervously tugged you to the rooftop and you smirked

‘what? you gonna profess your love for me haji-kun?’

you teased and expected him to laugh and smack you gently but he didnt

he turned red and he looked down at his shoes as he magically produced a flower out of nowhere

‘please accept me, y/n!’

he shouted while holding out the single white carnation

your eyebrows scrunched and you grabbed the flower from his hands before punching him weakly

‘stupid! stupid haji-kun! i already accepted you! since we were five! how could you not see my feelings’

you whimpered, trying to hide the blush on your face but he smothered you to a hug, making you both topple over in the process

you had the cliched term of ‘summer love’

of course you still hung out with tooru but you both would hang out other days just you both

like you and iwa liked going over to some old playground by your house and you both would watch the sky on top of the slide assembly while talking about stupid stuff and the future

‘haji-kun, do you know what you want to be when youre old?’

you asked and he turned his head to look at you but you were focused on the stars

‘gojira’

he simply replied and you giggled, reaching over to hit his chest

‘baka. you cant be gojira-san’

iwa found himself giggling with you before he reached down to softly interwine your fingers and hold them up to look at them

‘hm, i dont really know. maybe a volleyball player. or someone in the volleyball team, i dont know’

you hummed, knowing him and tooru’s shared love for the sport

‘i wanna be a doctor. i want to save lives and help people and make money too! my mothers friend offered to intern me but apparently im still too young’

you pouted

iwa listened to you but then a lightbulb rang in his head

‘oi, y/n’

he started and you looked at him

‘you can be our manager. or medic. or doctor person. that bastard is going to push himself even harder because naoki-senpai gave him that damn position and he might kill himself trying to beat that farmer dude. besides, shittykawa is going to be the captain next year and i’ll be vice so youd easily get it anyways. so you in?’

you blinked at him before breaking out to a smile

‘eung! i wanna see my baby play what he loves!’

iwa’s face contorted to disgust

‘bABy?! iM nOt a BABY! im A mAn!! mAN!!’

‘mhm, okay. my mans, haji bara arms is my mans’

your relationship is very balanced with the perfect ratio of crackhead and seriousness and understanding bc as we ALL KNOW EVERYTHING STARTED W A MISUNDERSTANDING

like if he accidentally said something that hurt your feelings like that dress incident from years ago btw you brought it up to him and told him you were practically traumatized by that and he kept on apologizing and appearing at your doorstep with a white carnation in apology you would gently tell him bc communication is K E Y and he would tell you sorry and you guys would understand and make up

you guys were so lovey dovey that ltr oikawa would fake gag and throw up to the side when he catches you guys even doing things like holding hands

like bls he sees that flesh to flesh contact and he wretches his breakfast

‘ew, its the settling down for me’

‘its the flatness of the ass for me’

you stuck your tongue out while he pouted and iwa looked so proud like oml

you guys were still at the honeymoon phase where everything was peaches and rainbows and it continued until your 3rd year

as mentioned above, iwa basically gave you the managerial position

like yall were walking to school during the first day talking about how worried yall were at passing your classes when suddenly he was all like ‘ill see you in the gym later?’

you smiled and blinked confusingly

‘hm? you want a cheerleader there, baby?’

he flushed red at the nickname and furrowed his eyebrows

‘baka, stop calling me that’

you giggled and dodged his gentle smack but he grabbed your hand and pulled you close to his chest

‘i thought we already agreed that you would be our medic slash manager? i mean, it could give you experience for the future right?’

you rested your chin on his front to look up at him and your face held a teasing smirk

‘hmmm~~~ haji-kun just admit it. you want me to be there to cheer you on~’

you teased and nuzzled your cheek on him

iwa scoffed but he couldnt help a soft smile appearing

‘i mean-yea, but its for the future so ill help you every way i can’

‘oya? the future? will you marry me in the future, haji-kun?’

‘MARRY?! HOW DID YOU GET MARRY OUT OF THAT, BRAT’

‘AAWWWWW DONT BE SUCH A TSUNTSUN HAJI-KU-ACKDKJFSLKJNOT THE HAIR!!!’

sure enough you were at the gym after school

the coaches knew you werent a fangirl of oikawa bc hes seen you since the very beginning and oikawa clears you are actually a sister to him and you were fit for the job

ofc hes captain and someone as good as oikawa was going to get what he wants

the gym was full of newbies and recruits hoping to get into the powerhouse team and your eyes scanned to find those ridiculously pretty olive eyes that belonged to your beloved-

‘HAJI-KUN~~!!!’

you waved and shouted loudly, gaining his and everyone else’s attention as well

the underclassmen cooed and awed at you bc their senpai who was famous for being really pretty was in the building

‘waaaa its l/n-senpai’

‘shes so pretty’

‘oMG shes righT iN FroNT oF me!!’

yea you get the gist

the poor ‘haji-kun’ was shrinking under the attention and was growling at oikawa’s teasing look but he begrudgingly held his arms out for you to run into them and snuggle into him

‘hmmm i missed you, haji-kun. im really sad we’re in different classes this year. but then again! i can be here with you!’

you pouted and he ruffled your hair affectionately

‘why else do you think i offered it brat’

oikawa rolled his eyes and gagged before taking your arm to the coach so he could sort you out

‘honestly! not in front of the children, okay?!’

but everything was quickly resolved and you were finally officially their manager/medic

you did managerial duties and you were the go-to when someone falls harshly or gets hurt in any way

in between homework, school, reading medical books, and practice, you and iwa havent spent a lot of time together and tbh that was quite straining your relationship??

like it was something that you saw coming and you both even had a talk about it but you still feel like you didnt prepare enough when it did come

one day, it was monday and there was no practice so you and iwa were walking home together

he squeezed your hand occassionally and you would sing and hum while walking

and omg his heart would balloon up when you would smile up at him and giggle when you would catch him staring

he honestly thought youd both hang out and just lay on the couch, snuggle, yanno the routine

but once you pulled out your textbooks, notebooks, and pens, he was confused

like he even held your hands and stopped you from pulling anything else out

‘y/n? i thought we were,, watching a movie or something?’

you blinked and shook your head

‘i need to study for a test and i still need to memorize how to treat a sprain, haji-kun. there’s more important things to do right now. maybe later?’

more important things?!

more important than showering you with love?

more important than even spending a second with him?

now, dont get him wrong, iwaizumi hajime was by no means a clingy and possessive boyfriend

he understood the boundaries and he understood the priorities

but dear god its been WEEKS since he even hung out w you since your entire schedule seemed to throw him out of loop and acted as if he didnt exist

and now, he was aggrivated and irritated and he wanted nothing but to just cuddle his girlfriend

you noticed his huff and pout but he remained silent

you quirked an eyebrow and placed your pen down

‘haji? whats wrong?’

his eyes snapped to you and you knew now he was angry

‘oh? were you able to spare a few seconds for dear old me?’

you were taken aback and you knew there was a fight brewing so you hid your growing irritation and calmly put your things aside

‘hajime, what are you on about?’

you pried and he looked shocked, almost offended

‘what am i on about? what am i on about? y/n, do you know the last time i even came over? the last time i held you and just talked?’

his voice got louder by every word and you quickly stood up 

‘dont you dare raise your voice at me, hajime. if we have a problem, we talked over it calmly. we dont yell or shout, nothing gets resolved. we talked about this’

but he scoffed

‘talked? when was that? when did we actually just talk? hm? because I sure as hell dont remember it’

youve only seen hajime angry once and it was when you lied to him to go spend time with oikawa

okay in your defense, oikawa was having a panic attack and he begged you not to tell iwa because he didnt want to be scolded by iwa even though you kept telling him that iwa wasnt like that

and theres a reason as to why its only been a one-time thing because iwa was known to have patience that was as long as the damn nile river

except for oikawa bc it seems oikawa just cuts that patience by a million

and when he finally snaps, its when he couldnt take it anymore and he finally gets loose

when iwaizumi hajime was angry,  you really done it

you didnt really know how you handled that anger so you were at a loss and you were feeling conflicted and pained at the way he looked at you

‘h-hajime,,,’

you started and he looked at you expectantly

‘well? when did we last actually talk outside the school premises y/n?’

there was that inner witty voice of yours that wanted to say ‘right now?’ but you held it in bc he was completely serious

‘hajime, please understand. i-i dont want to let anyone down! my grades! the team! i-’

‘but what about me, y/n?’

he tiredly asked

‘do those things-those people- matter more than me? and i really really dont want to ask that but im so so confused y/n’

despite sounding manipulative, you knew iwa was feeling defeated and he couldnt help but ask those questions and sound so desperate

so you scrambled to sit next to him on the couch and held him against you

‘of course you matter to me-haji you mean everything to me, you understand? god, if an adult hears me theyd think im crazy but i love you, hajime. i love you and im so sorry if i ever made you feel that way because i really didnt mean to, okay? im so sorry’

you sobbed and he turned to fully envelop you into his arms and he sighed contently, remembering how good it felt to have you right there

‘no, im sorry, doll. i was being clingy and i didnt mean to lash out, i-’

you slightly let go and cupped his face

‘nonono you were perfectly valid. what you felt was perfectly reasonable. i havent been a good girlfriend lately, huh?’

you sadly smiled but he kissed you, holding you even closer

‘youre always a good one to me. always. just with a not good schedule but we can fix that, right?’

SORRY I REALLY DONT KNOW HOW TO WRITE A FIGHTING SCENE BC ITS ANGSTY AND I DONT DO WELL WITH ANGST BC IT MAKES ME CRY 😭

tbh that was really your only big fight

even when you guys graduated middle school, you both were still quite happy and you both worked hard to make time for each other

HOWEVER

when high school arrived, you both had chosen an extremely hard decision

you chose to go to karasuno while oikawa and iwa went to seijoh

which was a,,,, hard and difficult decision

in fact, you both didnt have a fight per se, just a disagreement that ended in like 30 minutes lmao

tbh its so scary and concerning of how rarely you both have bad times and how quickly it gets resolved

BUT THEN AGAIN THIS IS AN ANGST REQUEST SO ILL OF COURSE BRING IN THE SADNESS

you were busy with karasuno and you were actually taking college courses since you wanted to have a good record if you ever wanted to get into a medical field

that meant you had a lot of homework and most of your time was spent with schoolwork or interning for that family friend mentioned earlier

and you were also a manager for the volleyball team bc karasuno is a butt and they require you to have an after school club

so that meant,,,

no time for iwa

and fate just so happens to hate you bc the days you did have off, he would be busy with volleyball and he wouldnt be able to spend time with you

even weekends were like that

eventually, you both went for 2 months with no contact, just a few text messages and calls

and that strained your former strong relationship

and you knew that iwa was getting angry again with how he even typed his responses

‘want me to bring over snacks for the team?’

‘its okay. wouldnt want you to waste time or anything’

like that type of bull

you were getting increasingly worried because you havent had a good proper time to talk to him about it and you didnt want to fight over the phone

your best friend, kiyoko, noticed your anxious ticks and she snapped you out of your current daydream

‘hey? y/n? you okay?’

she gently asked and you blinked before nodding

‘mhm. just,,, thinking’

but she didnt buy that lie because you went back to chewing your lips and eyes even watering

‘i can revise your notes for you, y/n. and the team isnt doing anything big so i can handle it. you just go see him after school bc i cant handle you being sad anymore’

kiyoko gently smiled and you almost cried bc finally! you were able to clear your schedule enough to go visit your boyfriend

at the end of the school day, you bolted out of there and you were running and huffing all the way to seijoh bc you really wanted to talk to him as soon as possible

the gym was clear in view and you smiled, looking forward to seeing your beloved boy, when you saw him and oikawa being surrounded by girls

now keep in mind, youve suffered through middle school with oikawa and you were his best friend and has known him since you were a toddler

so you know of his looks and the attraction it brought him from all the females

so that didnt really bother you 

but what bothered you was the horde of girls that stuck on to your boyfriend and he didnt even look bothered

just,,, blank

not even pushing away or feeding into their actions

just,,, standing there

‘haji?’

you called out and as if he had a built-in sensor for you, his ears twitched and he swiveled to look at you

‘y/n’

he breathed out and you smiled gently

iwa quickly moved away from the girls and he grabbed your hand so you both could go somewhere else to talk privately

the back of the gym was quiet and you leaned against the wall, iwa joining you shortly

‘how-how are you?’

you asked and he scoffed, totally surprising you

‘is this how we are y/n? asking each other questions as if we’re friends who are meeting for the first time in a while? wait--actually we are arent we?’

you grimaced and looked to the side, knowing he starts his stages of anger with being passive aggressive

‘haji,, please understand’

you pleaded and swiveled to stand in front of him

iwa didnt meet your eyes, instead shoving his hands in his pants pockets and eyes trained to his shoes as he kicked rocks

‘y/n, ive been trying,, for months ive been understanding. please dont ask me to understand anymore’

he snipped and you sniffed

‘im doing this because-because my grades are starting to matter! my future is resting on these years! i have to-’

‘dont you think i know that?!’

he cut you off harshly

your eyes were shaking at his attempt to calm himself down and his trembling hands

‘dont you think i know that you are doing this for that? because ive known you since i was five y/n and i know you would push everything-everyone- else aside to reach a damn goal of yours. no matter the cost, as long as you get it, right? well youve always been like that and somehow i still accepted that yet years later here we are’

iwa waved his arms around to accentuate his point and hurt was bubbling inside your chest at a subtle jab at your flaw

‘well im sorry mr. volleyball ace player! im not talented in any area so i have to depend on my studies to get me a future! so fck me for trying to survive and create a life for us!’

‘us?! how is this for us?! y/n we cant even last a single year being apart and youre already thinking ahead of the future?!’

‘im doing this for you! for us! just wait hajime! we will be happy-’

‘I DONT CARE IF ITS FOR THE FCKING FUTURE! I WANT TO BE HAPPY WITH YOU RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW! AND WHY DOES THE FCKING FUTURE MATTER SO DAMN MUCH WHEN WE CANT EVEN-’

‘BECAUSE I LOVE YOU AND I WANT TO BE WITH YOU!’

you shrieked

‘HOW CAN YOU LOVE ME IF YOURE NOT LOVING ME?!’

he huffed and harshly wiped away tears that fell

your lips trembled, hands shakingly reaching out to grasp his arms

‘ha-hajime,, don-’

‘should we break up?’

was he asking you this right now? 

seriously?

‘what?’

you whispered and he finally looked up to let you see his pained eyes

‘y/n do you know what day it was yesterday?’

he asked and you blinked, looking everywhere as you tried to remember any important events

‘t-tuesday?’

that seemed to snap his patience 

with an angry grunt, he turned to punch the wall and crouch to hide his face in his hands

‘damn it, y/n’

he whimpered and your heart broke as you could hear his cries

then it clicked

anniversary

it was your 2nd anniversary

and you completely missed it

completely forgotten

you shrunk back and let out a cry before placing a hand over your mouth to muffle your cries

‘ha-haji-’

you sniffled and you tried to go closer to him but he wiped his eyes and stood back up

‘y/n lets break up’

iwa requested with a cracked smile

your eyes widened and you ran to his chest, wrapping your arms around him as if you let go, he would disappear

‘haji, we can talk about this! we cant-please dont do this-i can fix this-’

‘we will only hurt ourselves even more if we continue this. i dont want us to hurt anymore y/n. so please, for once, listen to me’

your heart shattering cries filled your space and he didnt think it was this hard until he finally said it

it was a decision that he has been hanging around for a while and even consulted oikawa about it

‘iwa-chan, if you love y/n so much, its best to let her go. dont make you both suffer anymore’

‘i cant-hajime youre it for me-please dont leave-’

you hiccuped and continued to sob

but iwa remained a pillar and squeezed you tightly against him

‘darling i believe we were meant to be. but we just did it all wrong. when the time is right, lets start over again’

he whispered, finally breaking down with you in his arms

-------

iwaizumi hajime became a taboo word for you

even with oikawa, he swore and vowed to never say either of your names and made sure that you would not be around the area when iwa would come over

like even when he knew iwa would just stay inside, he would be constantly on the lookout to make sure you both didnt see each other

the last time was when you both saw each other in the morning as you exited your house to walk to school

it must’ve been a few months after the breakup and even oikawa felt the raw pain hovering in the air

it was suffocating and oikawa had to motion you to walk because if you both stayed even a second, someone-or both- would start crying

you continued like that for years until you reached your third year

you continued being part of the volleyball team as the medic while kiyoko was the manager

the new recruits were causing up a storm and you were particularly fond of your kita kouhai kageyama tobio

‘kageyama? kageyama tobio?’

you asked once you caught sight of the familiar looking blueberry

he looked up and recognized you as his former manager

‘l/n-senpai!’

he shouted and you ran up to give the boy a hug

‘gosh! youre so tall now! i remembered when you were wee tall!’

you teased and ruffled his hair

‘uh-you know him, y/n?’

suga asked and you nodded

‘eung! we went to the same middle school and i was a manager there’

‘she was friends with iwa-’

ope

something flashed in your eyes 

kiyoko knew that name bc of how you were so depressed about it for 2 years and she started shouting random nonsense, scaring the 2nd and first years

‘y/n! we got new medical tape!’

she sang out and you perked up

‘finally?! we dont have to use duct tape anymore?!’

you excitedly ran over and everyone was both shook that kiyoko was loud and two, you were actually excited over medical tape

kageyama shrugged and continued on training

he kinda figured something happened so he never said anything or asked you anything in fear of upsetting you

and when it was announced that you were going to a practice match with seijoh, kiyoko actually told you she would cover it to make sure you dont see him there

‘its fine, y/n, i got you’

but ofc, you couldnt skip inter high

ltr an event when anyone in the team could get injured so you forced yourself to just ignore it and go

you did a good job of hiding whenever he was in view until the time they actually faced each other

you were walking alongside kiyoko and settling some things down at the bench when you felt his stare

you grimaced at his intense stare and the entire team mistakenly took it as him being interested in you

‘HAH?! LOOK AWAY YOU BEANSPROUT!’

noya growled

‘YEA! DONT LOOK!’

ofc hinata echoed

the 3 seijoh third years exchanged looks of unease when iwa sighed and looked away

‘oi! dont do that, boke!’

kageyama chided and hit the orange boy with a water bottle at the head

hinata whined and glared at him

‘that porcupine was looking at l/n-senpai! he wants to steal her!’

‘boke-’

‘doesnt matter anyways. we broke up ages ago’

you tried to say it jokingly but they couldnt miss the crack in your voice

‘hah?! he broke up with you?! you?! goddess l/n-san?!’

tanaka raged and noya had his own face of shock

the famous seijoh ace dated you?!

this handsome bara arms muscle buff man had the priviledge to date you and yet broke up with you?!

‘yall didnt know that?’

kageyama questioned and everyone glared at him

‘how do you know’

‘i just did. i didnt want to say anything for this same reason that you guys didnt know and she wouldnt want her business out there’

he simply replied and continued filing his nails

you looked up and smiled

‘it doesnt matter anymore. it was years ago so its fine’

‘L/N-SAN WE WILL AVENGE YOU!’

‘WE WILL! WE WILL!!’

the three stooges swore and you smiled softly, ruffling each boy’s hair

‘then go out there and make me proud’

but we know how this goes

they lost and you were so devastated for the others and you dropped your bag to go and comfort a crying hinata

‘sshh, dont cry dont cry. im right here’

you cooed and he accepted your embrace, hugging you tightly

once he finally calmed down, you were able to get him to a good enough condition to walk to the bus to go home

you went back to get your bag when you found something on top of it

a single white carnation

and a small ripped piece of paper that said,

‘my name is iwaizumi hajime. i think youre really pretty’

a/n: iknowiknowiknow i died but im not back to life and this request was lowkey difficult and i dont think i did a good job w it because angst always gets too angsty for me but i couldnt resist giving this a sad ending like bls!!! and uwu im still working on that oikawa route bc ya girl cant decide how angsty she wants it to beeee and i have like 4 different versions of the route in my drafts hehehe,,,, but i hope yall liked this and uwu ive never been in a serious relationship before so i wouldnt know what to fight about and came up with this:(

#iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi #iwaizumi hajime imagines #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi imagines #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi hajime angst #iwaizumi hajime fluff #iwaizumi angst #iwaizumi fluff #haikyuu angst #iwa chan #iwaizumi hajime fanfic #haikyuu fanfic #iwaizumi fanfic #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu!! #haikyuu!! angst

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NSFW Alphabet Daryl Dixon - dirty mindstuff

stupidly without all the gifs... because dumblr is an asshole.... you have to use your mind for that, sorry

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after )

It’s only at this point that Daryl is able to let go and relax completely. After he has reached his climax and snuggling up panting to you like there's no tomorrow, you can feel every time you stroke his hair, how the tension, his fears and worries fall away from him and ideally stay away from him until the next day.  Sometimes you have the feeling that he enjoys the after much more than the actual act.  

Every time you feel his sweaty forehead and his hot breath on your skin, the world stops for a moment. When he buries his face safely on your neck, there is no apocalypse, no walkers, and no constant danger. In this moment there are only the two of you, and he tries to hold on to that as long as possible.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Every inch of your shoulders and your neck. Mostly because he loves to bury his face in it when you're in bed or when he hugs you, always holding you close.

On the other hand, he enjoys the fact that you melt like butter in his hands when he places gentle and soft kisses on this spot.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

The apocalypse, his not very happy childhood, his self-doubts; all this makes him always afraid that you might get pregnant. Daryl will always try to make sure that he doesn't come inside you. He enjoys it much more when you kneel in front of him and suck every drop out of him with a soft moan.

But sometimes (if he is lost in his thoughts or his day has been very shitty) it happens that he miss the moment to pull out of you in time . After that he usually lies frozen in your arms and doesn't say a word. No matter how much you try to talk to him, to explain that everything is okay, he is so obsessed by this fear that it literally paralyzes him.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

One thing: His bike

He would love to thrust into you as hard as he can while sitting on his bike, grab your hair tight, pull you to him while he rams into you over and over again without a break.

While you would desperately try to find a hold somewhere on the bike, he would make sure with one last hard push that your moaning is nothing more than a desperate whimper. Without worry, without fear, he wants to come deep inside you and enjoy every second of your twitching walls.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He is not inexperienced, but his uncertainty and lack of self-confidence slowed him down quite a bit at first. He was always afraid to do something wrong or to hurt you by mistake.

As a result, he became reluctant and didn't really dare to touch you the way he would have liked to. Over time and with your help, he learned to trust himself and quickly found out that he did much better than he thought he would. And damn, when this man unleashes his talents, you will end up being a whimpering mess.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anywhere where he can hold you close

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He doesn't make a joke of it, but there can things happening , where even he can't help but say a few words and has to laugh.

If you are in the shower and one of you stumbles, or when he keeps ramming into you at a fast pace from behind and you almost bang your head on the tabletop, because you slip away with your hand and lose your balance. There are a few situations where you both have to smile.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I don't think Daryl is really interested in how long or how short the hair is. Whether it's on himself or you.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He will always hold you close. You are always somehow caught in his firm grip and covered with his kisses, as if he wanted to merge with you.

And if the position allows it, he will always search for your gaze, kiss your lips until they burn, and almost every groan goes down in his kisses.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Daryl has never been one to masturbate often, because he needs the closeness and bonding to get into the mood. It was only when he discovered how important you are to him that he started to feel the need to touch himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He has a thing for when you moan his name hoarsely, while you painfully cling to his hair when you come, deeply looking into his eyes. This bittersweet pain coupled with the knowledge that he has pushed you over the edge is like an obsession for him and he will try to achieve exactly that every time.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

It doesn't really matter to him where you do it. For him only two things are important: That you feel comfortable and that you are safe (at least what you can call safe in a world full of man-eating monsters).

An old warehouse, the driver's cab of a truck, an abandoned house: All this doesn't matter, as long as he can make sure that no bad surprises are waiting for you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

There are two things that turn Daryl on.

Number one is when you are close to him, physically and much more mentally and that happens quite often. When you sit on his lap, showing him how he means to you. When you take him in your arms after a stressful day without words and hold him tight for as long as he needs it. When you understand each other without words, and just sit in silence next to each other, and all of a sudden you snuggle up to him. All these small and yet so important things turn him on more than anything else and turn very quickly into hot kisses and naked facts.

Number two: His bike ( yes again, sorry )

Whenever you are together on the bike, it always comes to his mind what he would like to do with you on it, and that is a great motivator for Daryl, so that it's hard for him to keep his hands off you sometimes.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

It's clear to me that he would never risk hurting you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves both giving and receiving.

He loves it when you kneel before him and moan in a low voice while you suck him off and gently massage his balls. Every time you roll your tongue over his tip, he shivers and grabs your hair even tighter while he enjoys every second of this sight. Which in turn makes you work on his cock all the more energetically and you could make him come pretty quickly. And even if he moans in frustration and begs you with his gaze to continue: He loves it when you tease him, push him to his limits and always stop just before he comes. Until finally, with a deep groan, he spills his warm cum in your mouth.

But he also loves to fix you on the ground with his firm grip on your hip. And in addition to this, forcing your legs to stay open for him while he sucks hard on your clit, while your shaking body keeps trying to bear the overwhelming feeling somehow. And of course also here he loves it when you cling hard to his hair when your whole body keeps on trembling uncontrollably while you come whimpering for him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on his mood. Sometimes he enjoys pushing slowly and deeply into you and covering your body with gentle kisses. But in the same way, in some moments he has no problem with just pull your pants down, bend you over the table and fuck you hard and fast, as long as he knows you are ok with it.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Due to the fact that the way he fucks you depends a lot on his mood, he won't have a problem with a quickie.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He loves to experiment and find new ways to satisfy you, but he doesn't want to take any risks that could hurt you or bring you in danger, no matter which ones.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

This also depends very much on his mood and how he feels. If he is relaxed and not tormented by many thoughts, he can please you the whole night until you can´t walk the next day.

But if he is stressed, it might also happen that after a few minutes everything is over. But that doesn't mean that he is finished. He always makes sure that you have pleasure too. After all, there are still his fingers and his tongue with which he can drive you crazy.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I mean, we're in a postapocalyptic world, right? There aren't many toys, and finding some isn't a priority. But Daryl is also very creative and manages to make you squirm with just simple things like a regular candle or something.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is only sometimes teasing you, simply because it is more a torture for him than for you. He desperately wants to hear you moan, feel your trembling, taste your body, so that it´s nearly unbearable for him to tease you really.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Daryl isn't someone who is really loud during sex. His panting is quiet and hectic with his hot breath hitting your skin. Before a loud moaning escapes his throat, he buries his face on your body, biting and somehow clinging to you so that his moaning is absorbed by your skin.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Come on, we've all looked at it, even if nobody admits it. (I mean, why else would there be a scene in Death Stranding where Sam beats you up after staring at his crotch several times?) I mean, you can tell he's well-built. But based on the fact that there are growers and showers, I think he's pretty average and not unrealistic like a porn actor.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Even though he usually lies on top of you and cuddles up to you, he is very cautious that you fall asleep before him. Only when your hand is resting heavily on his shoulder or head, and the caressing through his hair has stopped, he allows himself to fall asleep as well.

#daryl dixon #darylxreader #daryl x reader #the walking dead daryl #twd daryl #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #daryl imagine #alphabet #dirty mindstuff #daryl dixon smut #daryl smut

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My Hero Academia Sentence Starters #21-30

A collection of the MHA sentence starters I’ve done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories.

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21) Lee Bakugou, Ler Todoroki

“Get off of me!” Bakugou snapped, shoving at Todoroki, who was currently trying to crawl into his lap. “Back off!”

“You said I could if I won,” Todoroki replied calmly, pausing in his approach. “Don’t make me use ice shackles.”

Bakugou bristled. “You don’t have the guts, you—”

Todoroki wordlessly snatched up his wrists, shoved them to the head of the couch, and used his ice to freeze him in place. Then he finally reached his destination, settling himself on the blonde’s hips. “You were saying?”

“G-Get off,” Bakugou demanded again, though this time through a shiver from the cold. “Idiot, you can’t just—”

“You said…” Todoroki reached under his shirt to rake his nails down his ribcage, effectively silencing his protests and replacing them with a yelp and a few giggles. “…that if I won, I could tickle you for five minutes. And I did win. See there?” He nodded toward the TV, where his character stood over Bakugou’s in victory.

“Y-You…you cheated somehow,” Bakugou tried, trying his best not to break into another fit of giggles at the light skittering along his sides. He squirmed, twisting his head to hide his smile. “You couldn’t have w-won without cheheheating.”

Todoroki rolled his eyes, then shoved Bakugou’s shirt so far up he was able to slide it up his arms and over his eyes, blinding him. “Stubborn as always.”

“W-Wait! Icy-Hot, I can’t sehehehehehehee!” Bakugou squealed, giggling uncontrollably as Todoroki scratched lightly at his sweet spots. He could feel his cheeks growing redder by the second, but he couldn’t do anything about it, helpless as he was. “Stahahahahahap, this isn’t fahahahahahair!”

“Well now, that’s too bad.” Todoroki was smirking; Bakugou could hear it in his voice, even if he couldn’t see it. The light scratching became gentle kneading, and finally the blonde dissolved into actual laughter, squirming and kicking but going nowhere fast. Todoroki chuckled. “Maybe next time you should put up more of a fight.”

*

22) Lee Shinsou, Ler Deku

“Don’t call me cute!”

“But you are!” Deku smiled up at Shinsou, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him closer. He nuzzled himself under his boyfriend’s chin. “You’re super cute!”

Shinsou tensed, trying to pull away. “H-Hey, don’t – Midoriya, stop it—” He couldn’t help the giggle that slipped out of him as he tried to twist his head away from the mop of green hair, unable to pry himself free of his partner’s firm hold. “That tickles! Don’t—”

Deku looked up at him, eyes wide and bright with excitement. “Tickles?”

Shinsou’s cheeks turned pink. “N-No, I mean – I mean yes, but – Midoriya!”

Deku held him even closer, standing on his tiptoes to better reach his neck and collarbone, peppering them with light kisses that made Shinsou dissolve into helpless giggles. “Now you definitely can’t tell me you’re not cute, Toshi~”

“Stahahahahahap,” Shinsou giggled breathlessly, trying to push Deku away and failing. “You d-dohohohohon’t understahahahahand, it tihihihickles so much – plehehehehehease!”

“Light tickles really drive you crazy, huh?”

“Midoriya, plehehehehease – Izuku!” Shinsou squealed when Deku reached up to trail his fingers along the back of Shinsou’s neck down to his shoulder blades. Honestly it was a wonder the taller boy hadn’t completely collapsed yet. “Ahahahahahaha, nohohohohoho! Stop, plehehehease!”

Deku giggled, finally slowing his light tickles to a stop, wrapping his arms around Shinsou’s neck and pulling him down for a kiss. “Just admit it. You’re cute.”

“Ugh, fine,” Shinsou relented, grabbing Deku’s hips to both pull him closer and dig in without mercy. His boyfriend exploded into laughter, and Shinsou grinned from ear to ear at the sound. “But you’re cuter.”

*

23) Lee Deku, Ler Shinsou

“Gee, I wonder where you are~”

Deku pressed both hands over his mouth to keep his giggles at bay, waiting anxiously in the darkened closet for Shinsou to find him. Because he would find him. It was a matter of time, and Deku knew that. Probably the taller boy already knew where he was and was just messing with him by pretending he didn’t. The thought made Deku’s heart race faster.

Suddenly the door to the closet flung open, and all Deku could see was the outline of his boyfriend before Shinsou dropped to his knees, grabbed his sides, and dug his fingers in relentlessly.

“Aiieehehehehehehe!” Deku burst into giggles, squirming and kicking but not fighting back. He knew it was pointless, and besides, he was having too much fun to want to stop now. “Hitoshiehehehehehehehe!”

“Yes, Izuku?” Shinsou teased into his ear. “My, you seem especially ticklish today, don’t you?”

“No I dohohohohohon’t!”

“Yes, you do~” His fingers dug into his sides even more, one hand sliding up to his ribs as well. “Tickle, tickle~”

“Nahahahahahaha Hitoshiehehehehe!” Deku flopped backward onto his boyfriend’s lap, and Shinsou took the opportunity to worm his fingers into the smaller boy’s underarms, making him shriek with laughter, kicking the air wildly. “AHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!”

“I don’t hear you asking me to stop, ‘Zuku~”

“BEHEHEHEHECAUSE I DON’T WAHAHAHAHAHANT YOU TO!!”

Shinsou beamed, hoisting Deku up so he was seated in his lap rather than lying on it, wrapping him up in a bear hug and squeezing a hip teasingly. Deku let out a scream of laughter, struggling in earnest now but going nowhere fast. “Is that so? Well, then, allow me to give you more of what you want~”

*

24) Lee Bakugou, Ler Ojiro

“Not so tough now, huh?”

Bakugou’s arms trembled with the effort to keep the shelf from tipping over while Ojiro’s tail brushed along his exposed underarms. He gritted his teeth. “J-Just gehehet the screw into the wahahall already, you i-idoit!”

One of the single shelves in the kitchen area had suddenly broken free from one of its hinges just moments before, and without really thinking about it, Bakugou darted forward to keep it from making a mess of spices and pan sprays on the ground that they’d have to clean up later. He’d successfully managed to balance the shelf while Ojiro went to the storage closet to get a new hinge and a couple of replacement screws, but now that he’d come back, all the tail hero seemed to want to do was mess with him.

Bakugou was desperately trying not to laugh. That tail of his was so soft and plush, and it tickled like crazy, but he’d rather die than give Ojiro the satisfaction of hearing him beg.

“Come on, Bakugou, you know you want to giggle,” Ojiro teased, standing with his hands on his hips, tools in his fists. He continued to brush the tail all over his underarms and neck. “Let it out, now. Come on~”

“Fihihix the shehehelf, you stupid extrahaha!” Bakugou snapped, really fighting the urge to bring his arms down to protect himself.

“Fine, I know what will make you laugh.” Ojiro stepped right up to him, pulled his shirt up to expose his ribs, and brushed his tail over the sensitive skin there.

Finally, Bakugou had no choice. Forget dying – he just wanted out of this situation. “Agh, fihihihihine, fine! Stahahahahap it before I drohohohohohop everythihihihing!”

Ojiro obliged, grinning. “That’s more like it.” And he finally got to work repairing the broken shelf.

*

25) Lee Kaminari, Ler Sero

“Dude, did you just snort?!” Sero laughed, pressing his fingertips deeper into Kaminari’s knee pits. “Oh my gosh, do it again!”

“NO!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!” Denki was losing his mind laughing, pounding the floor with his fist in an effort to tap out. Another snort slipped out of him, making him even more embarrassed than he already was. “STAHAHAHAHAHAP, SERO!!”

Sero chuckled, finally leaving his knees alone to scribble at his thighs instead. “You’re too ticklish for your own good, my friend.”

“Tehehehehehell me sohohohohomething I dohohohohohon’t know!”

“Okay. You’re also stupid cute when you’re tickled. Bet you didn’t know that.”

Surprised, Denki lifted his head, taking in Sero’s sweet smile and blushing all over again. “I-I am nohohohohohohot!”

“Yeah, you are.” Sero scooted up to sit at his side, grabbing his waist and squeezing. “You’re super cute. Like, I might actually die, you’re so adorable.”

Denki tried to push him away but only succeeded in weakly grasping his wrists as he tickled, which only made him more sensitive. That and the teasing were really doing a number on him. “Nohohohohoho, stohohohohop it!”

“But you’re cuuuuute,” Sero whined playfully, poking randomly up and down Denki’s sides and ribs, making the blonde yelp and squeak and roll around helplessly. “So. Cute. You’re. So. Dang. Cute!” He teased with each poke, enjoying the bright pink flush that was coming over Denki’s face and ears.

“Sero,” Denki pleaded, finally managing to grab his arms and free himself from his tickly demise, if only for a moment. “Y-You can’t…just say that. Unless you…you…”

“Mean it?” Sero grinned, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek. “I do mean it.” Then he kissed his neck, and Denki dissolved into giggles all over again. “You’re such a cute, ticklish little sparkplug~”

*

26) Lee Deku, Ler Shinsou

“You can’t make me!”

“Oh?” Shinsou leaned down to Deku’s face, smirking, pinning his wrists to the wall even harder. “Pretty sure I can make you do anything, Midoriya.”

Deku opened his mouth to reply, then clamped it shut. He was fairly certain Shinsou wouldn’t use his quirk on him without permission first, but since he wasn’t 100% sure, he decided to err on the side of caution.

Shinsou quirked a brow. “Giving me the silent treatment, huh? Well, I can fix that.” He shoved Deku’s arms above his head, crossing his wrists and pinning them both with one hand while his other reached down to scratch lightly in the smaller boy’s underarm.

“Eep!” Deku squeaked, unable to help the tiny giggles escaping him as he tried to twist away. Shinsou’s finger started digging in a little deeper, making him break instantly. “Nohohohohoho, Shinsou!”

“Gonna say it now?”

“Nahahahahahaha!”

“Very well.” Shinsou grabbed his thigh, pressing his thumb into the space where it met his hip, and Deku nearly buckled, the sensation was so strong.

“GAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHO!!” He screamed, laughing uncontrollably. He tugged at his arms but Shinsou was surprisingly strong for how lean he was. “NO FAHAHAHAHAHAIR!! SHIHIHIHIHIHINSOU!!”

“Say it.”

“NOHOHOHOHOHO WAHAHAHAHAY!!”

With a growl, Shinsou kept drilling into that ultra-sensitive spot while leaning down to kiss Deku’s neck, making the poor boy squeal with hysterics.

“OKAYOKAYOKAHAHAHAHAY I’LL SAHAHAHAHAY IT JUST STAHAHAHAHAP!!”

“That’s more like it.” Shinsou smirked, stopping his assault but keeping a hand on his thigh in warning. “Out with it, Midoriya.”

“I-I…I’m a…” Deku groaned, turning to hide his face in his shoulder. “I’m a…c-cutie pie.” He cringed. “That’s so embarrassing, why did you make me s-s-sahahahahay thahahahahat?!” Shinsou had started scribbling over his open tummy, making him giggle all over again. “Nahahahahahaha!”

“I made you say it because it’s true,” Shinsou replied, smirking, kissing his cheek. “Duh.”

*

27) Lee Bakugou, Ler Kirishima

“Ohoho, you like to be tickled here, don’t you?” Kirishima teased over Bakugou’s roaring laughter, scratching at his bottom ribs with purposeful strokes. “But you’re just too ticklish to stand it! Hmm…what to do, what to do…?”

“KIRI STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” Bakugou pleaded, writhing on the bed helplessly, his arms tied to the headboard above him with the very necktie he’d worn to school that afternoon. His uniform shirt had been unbuttoned and opened up for ease of access, and the vulnerability was making this all so much worse. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE, STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

“But you so obviously like being tickled here,” Kiri hummed in mock distress. “I don’t want to stop when you love it so much!”

Bakugou flushed red, desperately squirming everywhere he could. Kiri’s fingers kept up with him, and his face was just so cute as he so easily made the blonde fall apart, and the atomic teen was losing his mind. But the redhead was right – he did love to be tickled here, even if he couldn’t stand it. He kicked his legs uselessly, both loving and hating that he couldn’t bring his arms down to push him away.

“NO MOHOHOHOHOHORE, KIRIEHEHEHEHEHE!!” He screamed, the gentle, persistent scratching truly driving him up the wall now. He didn’t know how much longer he could take it. “AHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

“Had enough, giggles?”

Bakugou hated that nickname because it made him so dang flustered every single time. Still, he nodded frantically. “YEHEHEHEHES, YES, ENOHOHOHOHOUGH!! PLEHEHEASE!!”

Kiri gradually slowed to a stop, allowing Bakugou to reenter the world of non-tickles with as much ease as possible. Then he leaned down and planted a kiss on his lips. Bakugou hummed in surprise and appreciation, kissing right back until Kiri pulled away and grinned. “Want another round?”

*

28) Lee Kaminari, Ler Bakusquad

It was so silent you could hear a pin drop. The others stared at him. Denki could feel himself beginning to panic. Had he just said that out loud?!

“I…I mean…uh…” he stammered, trying to take it back however he could but unable to find the words. He hid his face, not knowing what else to do. “I’m sorry, forget I said that.”

“Forget?” Bakugou said incredulously.

“Oh, we’re so not going to forget that,” Sero teased.

Kirishima chuckled. “So you want to be tickle tortured, do you?”

“That’s so cuuute~” Mina squealed.

Denki was blushing so hard he felt like he’d gotten heatstroke. Seconds later his hands were being pried away from his face by Kiri’s strong arms, and Sero, Bakugou, and Mina were all wiggling their fingers at him. “Eep!”

“Here we come~” Mina teased.

Bakugou smirked. “You asked for it, dunce face.”

“I can tie you up with my tape if you’d like,” Sero said, holding up his arms for emphasis.

Denki gasped, shaking his head frantically. “No, nonono, I can’t – I’m t-too ticklish for that!”

“You’re super ticklish, huh?” Kiri teased into his ear. He chuckled. “Get him!”

And get him they did, drilling their wiggling fingers into his sides, his ribs, his belly, his underarms – even throwing in a couple of squeezes to his hips and thighs once in a while. Denki tossed his head back and unleashed a long string of laughter he’d been dying to let loose for days. God, he’d wanted this so bad, but had never had the courage to say it – until just now, apparently.

“So, what was it you said?” Sero teased, wiggling a finger into his belly button. “‘I want to be tickled until I can’t breathe’?”

Mina cooed, Kiri laughed, and Bakugou smirked evilly. “Consider it done, dunce face.”

*

29) Lee Todoroki, Ler Bakugou

Todoroki often restrained his attacks during training for one purpose: he didn’t want his friends to be scared of him. To stop tickling and teasing him mercilessly just to see him lose his mind in laughter. To be close in a way he was afraid he would put an end to by unleashing the full force of his power during training.

Unfortunately for him, Bakugou took issue with that approach.

“You better stop holding back on me!” the blonde snapped once their training session was over for the day and the entire class was beginning to pack up and leave the grounds.

Todoroki hesitated. “I just – I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Hurt me? Bah! You couldn’t lay a finger on me, Icy-Hot, especially if you’re holding back like that!”

Todoroki merely shrugged and looked away.

Bakugou growled. “I’ll make you see things my way.” In a flash, he’d kicked Todoroki’s legs out from under him, sending him crashing to the ground in surprised heap in the moments before Bakugou ripped off his shoes and started scribbling wildly over his socked soles.

“AIEEEAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHA BAKUGOU!!” Todoroki screamed with laughter, unable to hold back his reactions whatsoever. Curse him for going after his worst spot right off the bat! “STAHAHAHAHAHAP I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T TAKE IT!! PLEHEHEHEASE!!”

“Promise you’ll stop holding back on me and I’ll stop tickling you to death,” Bakugou demanded, turning to look over his shoulder at the mess he was making of the normally stoic boy. “What do you say, Icy-Hot?”

“OKAYOKAY FIHIHIHIHIHIHINE I’LL STOHOHOHOHOHOP HOLDING BAHAHAHACK!!” Todoroki pleaded, laughing hysterically as he writhed on the ground. “I’LL DEFEHEHEHEHEAT YOU NEXT TIHIHIHIHIHIME!!”

Well, that was the wrong thing to say. Bakugou ripped off his socks next, going straight for his toes. “Oh, will you, now?”

“NONONONO I’M SOHOHOHOHOHORRY I TAHAHAHAHAKE IT BAHAHAHACK—!!”

*

30) Lee Shinsou, Ler Deku

“Relax, it’s just a massage!” Deku laughed, highly amused by his poor boyfriend’s increasingly distressed state. He kneaded into his shoulder blades again for emphasis, making Shinsou choke on a laugh.

“Gah! Pfft no – no it’s nohohohohohot! You knohohohohow what you’re doing, you jeheheherk!” Shinsou tried to sound angry, but it came out as more of a whimper. His legs kicked behind him as he squeezed his arms to try and keep them in place above his head so he could rest his cheek on them. But another scribble between his blades from Deku had him cackling into the bedsheets all over again. “Nahahahahahahaha! Stahahahahahap it alreadyehehehehehe!”

“I’m literally not even trying to tickle you,” Deku giggled, swiping a finger from Shinsou’s shoulder blades to the base of his neck. “Well, at first I wasn’t, anyway.”

“Leheheheheave me alohohohohone! I cahahahahan’t take thihihihis!”

“Oh, I think you can.” Deku leaned down to press soft, feather-light kisses along Shinsou’s upper back and shoulder blades, and his usually well-composed boyfriend broke down into a long string of utterly helpless giggles, squirming desperately.

“Izuku, nohohohohohohoho! Nohohohohohot thahahahat – it tihihihihickles! Plehehehease!”

“Does it now? I would never have guessed.” Deku chuckled, trailing his kisses from his shoulders to the back of his neck, nuzzling into his ears from behind, enjoying the half-whine, half-moan that came out of his boyfriend. “Tickle, tickle, little Toshi~”

“Dohohohohohon’t call me thahahahat,” Shinsou begged, turning his face to the side to try and catch his breath a little better. “You’re smahahahahaller than me.”

“Yeah,” Deku agreed, blowing air across the back of his left ear, making him shiver and giggle at the same time. “But baby talk works way better on you, doesn’t it, my ticklish little Toshi?”

Shinsou’s cheeks turned hot pink. “Shuhuhuhuhut up…”

Deku kissed his neck again. “Never.”

#fanfiction #tickle fic #tickle drabble #compilation #quick prompts #boku no hero #my hero academia #bnha #mha #sentence starters #shindeku

[lvlywook]

⭒ENHYPEN reaction⭒

to: you being on your period

tags: gender neutral reader, boyfriend!enhypen, best friend!enhypen

tw: none

let's say you slept over at your boyfriend's/best friend's/whateveryouwantthemtobe's dorm and got your period. you have really bad cramps and also managed to stain his bed a bit. so you walk into the living room where everyone else is enjoying their breakfast, you pull him aside, and tell him the problem at hand while looking visibly uncomfortable about the whole thing. how would your boy react?

i really tried to write it gender neutral but please forgive me if I made a mistake anywhere :( I'm pretty tired so idk how many mistakes I didn't notice

everything is under the cut!

h e e s e u n g

wide eyes

"t-that's okay!"

he'd be a bit panicked cause he doesn't fully know what to do but I think he'd come up with the right stuff

you'd walk into the bedroom to get more privacy and first thing first he'd ask you if you're feeling well and if you need anything

if you do he won't hesitate to get it for you

no matter what it is

if it's like pads or tampons he'll probably call his manager to get it for you since well he's an idol

if you're in a lot of pain he'll run into the kitchen to get you some painkillers

then he'll change the sheets and give you some clothes to change into

once that's done he'll force you to relax somehow

whether it'd be laying down, sitting on the bed, or him giving you a massage

overall I don't think he'd know much but he'd try his best to help you with whatever he can

j a y

(he looks so good here I can't-)

"oh"

pretty chill

idk why but I get a feeling he'd know what to do

he'd grab your hand gently and lead you to their bedroom, then he'd pull out some of his older clothes (a hoodie and some sweats) and help you change

he'd get you some pads/tampons and painkillers just in case you need them

after that he'd take care of the sheets and then bring you some snacks

i don't have anything else to add

he'd just know what to do and would handle the situation well

i have a feeling he'd have like a bag full of snacks and pads and tampons and stuff just in case something like this happens

best boy :(

j a k e

*soft smile* "that's okay you don't have to be embarassed, it can happen sometimes"

he'd get you whatever you need

pads/tampons

a hoodie

chocolate or some other snacks

and then he'd make you sit in the living room while he figures everything else out

he'd be really calm about the whole situation

and after the sheets are changed and everything he'd lift you up and carry you into the bedroom

then he'd lay there with you and hug you, hoping it would ease the pain

occasionally he'd ask if you don't want a painkiller or something but I think the hugs and cuddles would make it better on their own

s u n g h o o n

*hug*

he has a younger sister so I think he'd know the most out of everyone (sunoo too) (edit: jungwon and ni-ki each have a sister too!!)

his immediate reaction is to hug you (if you're comfortable with that) since hugs make everything a little better

then he'd get you everything you need and help you change the sheets

he'd probably ask if you wanted him to run you a bath

and then everything would go based off of your response

if you'd say yes, he'd run you a bath (bubbles and sweet scents and everything, just kinda extra) and then he'd sit with you in the bathroom and talk with you, later he'd help you wash your hair

or if you're not comfortable with that, he'd be in the kitchen fixing you something to eat

if you'd say no, he'd get you something sweet to eat and wouldn't let go of your hand for the rest of the day

might even try to take the day off just so he can be there for you if you need him

s u n o o

"why do you look so embarassed!! it's okay! c'mon!"

really annoyed if he sees even a tiny bit of embarassment on your face

cause he genuinely believes there's nothing to be embarassed about

he's one of the younger members

but he does have an older sister

so i think he'd know what to do

so he'd change the sheets and get you everything you need

he'd let you borrow his clothes and would not be able to stop gushing over how cute you look

he'd compliment you so much for the rest of the day :(

"wah you're such a beautiful human being"

"you know how beautiful you are, right? or do I need to remind you again?"

"always remember you're super adorable and ddeonu loves you!!"

he'd do aegyo to cheer you up too

and you'd receive so many hugs :(

j u n g w o n

clueless

"so...you bled on the sheets...in your sleep...?"

eventually shrugs it off and tries to help

"that's okay I guess. the sheets can always be changed and washed, the clothes too."

"just don't worry too much about it"

"tell me if you need anything"

"I'll call manager-hyung if you need anything from the store"

"oh you need something to change into? that's fine, here are some of my clothes"

"you want a hug? come here"

i have a feeling his hugs are just the best

he has pretty broad shoulder so I think that would make his hugs so much better

overall I don't think he'd make a big deal out of it

he probably just wouldn't know what to do at first but if you tell him he'll sort everything out

n i - k i

clueless #2

"...okay?"

"what can I do to help?"

needs to be told what to do

but is willing to do whatever you tell him

probably approaches the hyungs too

and doesn't care if you're embarassed

in his eyes there's nothing to be embarassed about

so he just flat out asks them

and they're all staring at him like

(ʘ_ʘ?)

and then one of them breaks the silence and tells him what to do

so he helps you first

gets you new clothes to change into and whatever else you need or want

and the hyungs would help with the sheets and bedding and stuff

and while that's going on he'd be doing whatever you'd want him to do

if you want a hug he's got you

need something to drink? he's already back with a glass of water/your favourite drink

even though he's passed off as the member who just couldn't care less he cares a lot about you so he'd try is best to help you feel better :(

he'd probably put your legs in his lap and play with your hands while softly talking about something like his schedules or dance practice or something, hoping it would calm you down enough for the pain to go away

a/n: this is the completely first time I tried writing a reaction so I'm sorry if it's bad!! also idk if I want to post this or not but considering I just recently got my monthly subscription to satan i wanted to make myself feel better :)

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen reactions #enhypen scenarios #heeseung #jay #jake #sunghoon #sunoo #jungwon #niki #kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop reactions

[dreamescapeswriting]

BTS Reaction || Hard [Song] [Request]

SONG HERE

Seokjin: I know I said I’ll be your friend, but it’s too hard

Watching you from across the room Jin's heart sank to the pit of his stomach he wanted to leave but he'd made a promise to you that he would be able to do this. That the two of you could still continue to be friends even after having a breakup, it wasn't as though it was a messy breakup. You both decided that you needed space and time to work on yourselves rather than being together all of the time.

"You look like you're about to burst into tears," Namjoon whispered to Jin as he followed the older boy's eyes over to you, you were standing with your friends thanking them for coming to the small party you were having.

"It's their birthday, maybe go and say happy birthday?" Namjoon questioned as he tried to make sure his friend was okay. It wasn't as simple as going over there and pretend that everything was fine when it nothing was fine. Jin's heart felt as though it was going to start collapsing on him the longer he stared at you,

"Thanks for coming," You greeted as you walked over to Namjoon and Jin, wrapping your arms around Joonie but when it came to Jin you didn't know if you should hug him or shake his hand. The breakup hadn't been messy but it left you in the awkward situation of being friends and not knowing where to go with anything.

"Jin got you a present...But he left it in his car. Jin go get it!" Namjoon shoved Jin towards the exit giving him his car keys as well as shoving you along with him.

"You didn't have to get me anything," You told Jin shyly as you walked out into the parking lot, he didn't say anything as he jingled the keys around in his hand.

"I sort of got it before we broke up." He mumbled to you as he unlocked the boot of the car and opened it to reveal a box that was wrapped up in a box with a bow on the top.

"O-Oh Jin-"

"I still want you to have it, I know you always wanted one when we were dating..." You opened the lid of the box up and you could have screamed on the spot. Inside was a custom made Sheer fluffy dressing gown. The ones everyone joked about running down the stairs dramatically in when their sugar daddy mysteriously died.

"J-Jin it's too much." You whispered as tears began to run down your cheeks, all you could do was turn around and hug him tightly. Snuggling your head into his chest but as soon as you did all of the feelings you had for him came rushing back to you, you wanted to stay there forever but Jin's hands on your waist stopped you. He pushed you away as he looked down at you nervously,

"I know I said I'll be your friend...But it's too hard Y/n, I can't do this anymore." You stared up at him in silence, neither of you saying anything for a couple of minutes. Jin turned to leave but you gripped onto his wrist before jumping up and wrapping your arms around his neck. Kissing him deeply as you pushed your hands into his hair pulling at the ends softly.

"I-I can't do it either, I don't want to be just friends I-I need you in my life," Your voice came out horase as you rest your forehead against his, staring into his eyes as he smiled brightly. Bringing you into another passionate kiss.

Yoongi: It’s hard to sing along to songs that people sing when they’re happy

Yoongi came off the stage from another performance and instantly fell down onto the sofa in his dressing room, he didn't want to be up there pretending to be happy when the rest of his world was falling apart. The longer you were away from him the worse he was beginning to feel about it all.

"Yoongi?" He looked up at the ceiling as he heard his name being called out, he was starting to lose it. Hearing your voice call out to him when he knew you were thousands of miles away from him rather than being right there with him like he wanted you to be.

"Yoongi..." This time the voice was clearer, he looked over to the dressing room door to see you standing there, suitcase by your side. Dressed in one of his hoodies with some shorts on, tears streaming down your cheeks. The last time he'd seen you like this was when he told you to leave and never come back to him. It had been som stupid fight he couldn't remember having with you, all he could remember was telling you he never wanted to see you again.

"Y/n?" His voice came out broken as he raised up from the sofa moving closer to you to see if it was real if you the one that was actually standing there in front of him.

"J-Jimin called me-" You couldn't even finish the words you wanted to say because Yoongi brought you into a hug, dragging you into his chest as he bent down to kiss you.

"Jimin called you?" He whispered when he pulled back from the kiss, you nodded at him reaching up to stroke his cheek softly.

"He told me you weren't doing well...I-I wasn't either." You whispered to him as you moved further into the room,

"I couldn't sing all of our happy songs anymore...I-I just kept thinking back on everything with you...I-I don't want us to be over Y/n." He admitted to you as you both sat down on the sofa together,

"I don't want us to be over either Yoongi." You whimpered to him as you laid your head on his shoulder, never wanting to leave his side again.

Hoseok: Do you know what it is to be the one to fix you and all you do is run back to the one who breaks your heart?

Hoseok held onto you as you cried into his arms for the sixth time this week, you and your boyfriend had been going through a rough time and like always, Hoseok was there for you when you needed him to be.

"I can't do this anymore," He whispered to you as he rubbed your lower back, kissing your forehead like he always would when he was trying to comfort you.

"D-Do what?" You whimpered, rubbing your eyes as you sat up. The two of you were curled up on his bed talking through everything.

"Do you know what it is to be the one to fix you and all you do is run back to the one who breaks your heart?" He questioned as he stared into your eyes, waiting for some kind of explanation from you.

"It hurts me to love you and see you love someone who hurts you all of the time." He admitted to you as he reached out to cup your face in his hands, rubbing his thumb over your cheek as your eyes flicked over his face. Processing everything that he was saying to you as you tried to think of something to say,

"H-He's the only one that will ever love me." You whimpered but Hoseok placed both hands on your face, staring into your eyes.

"You can't tell me you honestly believe that when I'm sitting right in front of you...The one that has been in love with you since we were kids?" The whole world seemed to slow down all at once as you leaned forward and connected your lips to one another, forgetting everything else around you as you just kissed him.

"W-Wait...I-I can't. Not if you'll go back to him." He whispered as he moved away from you, not wanting to just be there for you once and for you to run away.

"Never again," You promised him, leaning forward to kiss him once again.

Namjoon: You give him distance and then you sleep in my bed

Namjoon knew how this worked every time but it didn't mean he liked that this was how it happened. You and the boy you were seeing would fight and ignore one another for days or sometimes even weeks on end. While you crawled into Namjoon's bed to complain about how awful the guy was,

"You know you could just leave him, then you wouldn't have to keep going through all of this." He whispered as he traced invisible patterns up and down your back while a movie played on the TV in front of you both.

"I can't." You mumbled to him, not giving him a reasonable response just leaving him to accept that one but this time it wasn't going to work.

"You give him all this distance and come crawling into my bed Y/n...I don't think I can do it anymore." He admitted, pulling away from you and getting up from his bed. You stared at him with tear-filled eyes,

"What do you mean? You're always here for me, you're my best friend-"

"I don't want to be your best friend, I want to be him, W-Well not him! I want to be the one that takes care of you, that makes you feel loved. I want you to be able to look forward to coming to see me, holding you tightly every night while we fall asleep together." He continued rambling on and your heart began to beat faster every word he was giving you, every word was confirming the way you felt for him.

"Joonie-" You tried to talk to him but he was still going on in a blind rant about how much he loved you and how you would never be able to see it.

"The worst part is I'm going to tell you all of this and you're just going to go back to him anyway-" Your lips smashed against his as you roughly kissed him, pulling him into your body as you made out with him heavily.

"I-I'll never go back to him." You whispered breathlessly as you looked into his eyes kissing him once again while he carried you over to the bed, roughly pinning you below him.

"I'll show you how someone who loves you should treat you."

Jimin: You say you miss him then go crawling back

Listening to you talk about your now ex-boyfriend was starting to drain Jimin, he'd been in love with you for six years and this was all he'd ever heard. From all of your past relationships, it was always what happened. You would break up or fight, claim to miss them and go crawling back to them but this time Jimin had enough of listening to it.

"I don't want to hear it." He mumbled to you as he got up from the sofa in your apartment leaving you there dumbfounded.

"We always talk about this stuff..."

"Not anymore, I can't listen to you claim to hate someone, then say you miss them and go crawling back to them the second you feel weak enough. It's exhausting watching you do it," He mumbled as he then began to make his way to the front door of your apartment,

"Park Jimin do not leave me here alone." You yelled at him as you got up from the sofa and walked over to him,

"I'm not going to sit here while you run back to him. I won't do it anymore Y/n. I love you too much." You stared at him as he said that to you and your mouth fell open,

"Jimin, you love me?" He turned to leave again but you reached for his wrist to stop him.

"Yes! Yes I love you!" He yelled out as he began to cry, you reached out to cup his face before kissing him softly. Testing the waters at first as you left small pathetic kisses on his lips until you began to get into it. Feeling the sparks and the butterflies come along as you made out with him in the doorway of your apartment.

"Jimin...I love you too." You panted as he picked you up and pushed you against the wall behind you, kissing you deeply.

Taehyung: It’s hard to act like I don’t think about you sometimes

You stared at Taehyung from across the room and you locked eyes, it was hard to pretend that neither of you knew one another and even act like you don't think about each other.

"You have ten minutes before your next interview, go powder your nose." You manager urged as she pushed you towards the bathroom. You kept your head down the whole time as you walked through crowds of people. Being an actor in the industry meant going to different parties all of the time, which meant running into your ex-boyfriend Taehyung sometimes but since no one knew about you dating it was hard to keep it under wraps.

"Sorry someone's in...here..." Your voice trailed off when you saw Taehyung was the one coming into the bathroom, you looked at him with your lips parted. He looked better than he ever did before and all you wanted to do was grab him and make out with him.

"Did someone see you come in?" You whispered reaching out to touch the tie he was wearing, acting as though you were trying to straighten it.

"No one saw me," He whispered as he looked down into your eyes,

"I miss you." He whispered when you didn't say anything to him,

"I miss you too." You leant up to kiss him softly, as soon as your lips connected it was as if the rest of the world melted away. The only reason the two of you had broken up in the first place was because of your career picking up it would be harder to spend time together.

"I'm still in love with you," You admitted when you pulled away from the small and gently kiss,

"Then come back to me...If it's meant to be it will work." He whispered in your ear as he left small gentle kisses up and down your neck making you whimper out to him.

"T-Tae..." He looked at you for a second and you stared into his eyes contemplating everything.

"Fuck it." You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck pulling him into a passionate and heavy makeout session while he lifted you up onto the counter top.

Jungkook: That’s my mission, it’s to be here when you’re sad

Jungkook stared at you as you cried into his arms, he had no idea what tonight was about just that you'd come over to the dorms sobbing about something. You'd been friends since you were kids, best friends in fact. You went to one another with everything and anything that was bothering you so it was no different when you showed up on the door. That was his mission in life after all, to be there for you whenever you were upset about something.

"What happened?" Namjoon questioned when he walked past you both on the sofa, without a word you stood up and took Jungkook's hand into your own.

"Y/n what's going on?" He whispered as you lead him into his room, pushing him down onto the bed in front of you where you straddled his lap and kisses him. Tears running between your lips as he pulled away from you,

"Y/n...Tell me what's wrong-" You cut him off by kissing him again, it wasn't that he didn't love the fact that you were finally kissing him after years of being just friends but he wanted to know the real reason it was happening.

"I-I- Do I need a reason?" You stumbled over your words as you searched his eyes for answers,

"Did you and Jae break up?" He cupped your face in his hands, running his thumb under your eye to remove the tears.

"H-He made something clear to me." You whispered as you kissed him once again but Jungkook pulled away from you, not wanting to be there just because you were sad about something.

"He made it clear to me that I don't love him...That I've been in love with someone else this entire time," You panted as you pushed Jungkook to lay down on the bed,

"W-Who?" He stuttered out as you began to kiss up to his neck to his ear, biting down softly.

"You, you big dummy." You whispered before sucking on his neck. Jungkook's feelings for you had been obvious over the years, he'd told you before that he was in love with you and as soon as you realised you loved him back you had to go to him. You had to tell him you loved him.

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[poormeowmeowcollector]

Trying To Balance With A Part Of Yourself Missing

Pairing: none

Warnings: Each chapter has individual warnings.

Summary: Thor bargains with Odin on Loki’s sentence, and wins. Loki is moved with the Avengers to fix his past mistakes. But Odin’s term changes everything, and Loki’s foe is not their mistakes, but their self image.

Chapter 11, In Fate's Cruel Hands

Summary: Upon waking up, Loki gets the worst news possible

Warnings: terminal illness, language, whump, hospital and medical shit, mentions of death. In this chapter, Loki is on a very bad place physically and I would advise to not interact if you get triggered by this.

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“Bullshit,” Loki snaps when Bruce explains all the fuckery in their body. Or, to be exact, Loki doesn’t have any issue with their body being a dumpster, what bothers them is that the dumpster has a due date. Bruce tries to save up what he can, but it’s pointless. Loki just keeps repeating how this thing would not kill them, that they’re not weak enough, refusing completely to listen.

"This is an extremely awful situation to find yourself in, and it's fine to be in denial and take it the way you do. But please don't-'' Bruce tries, again, to soothe down the waters.

"I-I am not i-i-in de-de-denial. Y-you admit you-you don't kn-kn-know h-how my b-body w-w-w-works, h-how c-can you know th-th-that I w-w-w-will die?" they ask, glaring into Bruce's soul. He doesn't answer immediately, Loki takes that silence as an answer.

They remove the mask and IV and stand up, hiding a wince of pain. " I will-will-will be in m-my r-r-room, goodbye," they inform, dragging their feet out. Thor jumps up, ready to stop them, but Bruce doesn't let him.

"It's too much, let them take a breath first," he manages to talk to at least one brother, but can't hide how heartbroken he is.

But, with complete honesty, going from being immortal to learning you'll die in less than a month is not the easiest thing.

~~~

Loki stopped trying to walk out of their room just a few days after waking up. Or trying to get up of the bed, at all. Even going to the bathroom, just a few steps away, demands going from wall to wall and leaves them breathless and exhausted and in pain.

When this became known to the others, Natasha stormed in the room.

"I come bearing gifts," she announces, and throws a long stick in Loki's feet. They close the book and glare at the stick, and then at Natasha, readjusting the glasses.

"A st-st-stick?" they question, their voice still having that judgement tone even though it's hoarse and weak.

"A cane," she explains, watching as Loki's glare becomes more intense.

"I am n-n-not th-that w-w-weak," they growl. Now it's Natasha's turn to glare.

"How long has it been since you last walked without leaning for support?" she raised an eyebrow. Loki sighs and turns around, their bare feet touching the floor and holding the cane with their left hand.

Upon trying to stand up, they use the other hand as well, and release it when standing up again. Maintaining a good grip is hard (their heart is trying to pump vital organs with blood, leaving their arms and feet numb) but standing and walking with it is less tiring and painful.

"Thank you," they hum and return to the bed, leaving the cane at arm's reach.

"Don't mention it. How are you feeling?" she asks and sits on the bed, after taking her shoes off. Loki sighs and looks in the book, only to avoid eye contact.

"I… I just… I don't c-c-care if I die, I don't, it's j-just the s-s-sob end of a s-s-sob st-st-story… But, I d-d-don't w-w-w-want to drag o-others with-with me… I-I c-c-can't h-hurt more people,” they explain, trying to fight back the shaking. It’s not because they’re about to cry, they’re dry of tears, but their body just doesn’t stop shaking.

Natasha wants to say something, but she can't. Loki can see that, but not the feelings behind it. Even this has gone weak now, atrophied…

They take the deepest breath they can, begging Natasha with their eyes to leave.

She nods and walks out, a small smile of sympathy on her face.

~~~

Loki is panting when reaching the med ward, most of their weight supported by the cane. When Bruce sees them, he quickly guides them to the nearest chair, monitoring with his eyes as they try to regain whatever is left of their breathing.

"This doesn't sound good," he comments when Loki's panting turns into a coughing fit, making them bend down in pain as they cover their face. Bruce walks away, only to get some water and offer it to them.

"D-d-didn't feel good-good ei-either," they sigh, holding their chest and panting more than before. Bruce pushes the water forward, and Loki accepts it with a breathless “takk” [thank you].

“Again, th-th-thank you… So, th-there is a pr-pr-pr-problem…” they slap their hands on their crossed feet, the cane balancing between their shins.

“Do you mean the oedema? Because that’s easy to treat,” Bruce asks, sitting in front of Loki. They flash their eyebrows up, their trademark move when coming across a new word. “The fluid in your lungs,” he explains.

“Ah… N-n-n-no, not th-that. I… Do-do-do you h-h-have s-s-s-something in case a pa-pa-patient c-cannot st-st-stomach food?” they start fidgeting with the cane, looking down at their feet instead of Bruce.

“Well, there is a feeding tube. You just have a tube coming in from your nose and down to your stomach. Then, it’s sugared water in an IV, if the digestive system is collapsing,” he explains, still watching Loki carefully. They definitely are in pain, their whole posture is stiff, and they have to use a cane. Their breathing is also bad, too fast and shallow, and they even have fluids there. How can they get out of the bed?

“Does it hu-hurt?” they ask, now picking their fingers. Bruce nods a no.

"I’m bringing the tools, go lay on some bed," he instructs, immediately changing his mind and helping Loki go to the bed when he sees how they struggled to get up and walk.

~~~

Late, the same night, Bruce had an emergency message coming from Loki. He runs there, expecting another heart attack and praying he's not too late. Instead, he finds them sitting on the bathroom floor, holding their bleeding nose and panting, their pyjamas stained from the feeding tube hanging out of their mouth.

"I… j-just coughed and…" they trail off, trying to explain. Bruce nods, waiting for Loki to allow him to come closer. They make a small gesture, inviting Bruce.

“Okay, we need to remove the tube. Do you want to wait until the nose bleed stops or take it out now?” he asks, checking if the bleeding has stopped yet. Loki nods twice and releases their nose, still stained but not bleeding any more.

Luckily, they don’t bleed again and don’t appear in pain while Bruce takes out the tube, just uncomfortable. But, truth be told, having a tube passing from your mouth and getting out of your nose isn’t the most pleasant experience.

“Do you want to try again?” Loki nods at the question, struggling to stand up. Bruce leaves, but only to return with the cane. “Here, use this,” he hands over the cane, but Loki still uses him for support as well.

“F-f-few mo-moments,” Loki is still trying to balance, most of their weight carried by the loosely held cane and slight grip on Bruce’s shoulder. Bruce knows that Loki is putting all of their strength, but it’s still so little.

They catch on their breath, even if shallow and fast, and make a few steps forward, dragging the cane and Bruce with them while also using them for support. Bruce walks beside them, his hand keeping their torso up while also avoiding the nerve injury on their back.

The way to the med wing is slow, since not only Loki's pace is slow, but they have to stop every now and then to breathe. Well, most of the breaks were because they would start coughing, quite worse than before. Bruce doesn't comment.

When arriving, Loki went for the bed as fast as possible, letting Bruce connect them to another tube and cannula.

They both know that Loki's not leaving so easily this time.

~~~

"Br-br-bruce, I have-" Loki pauses, the machine forcing them to breathe in. "I need a fa-favour," they sit straighter on the bed, running their hands through their hair. Bruce sits on the chair beside the bed, the book he was reading now abandoned.

“Of course, what is it?” he asks, always with that kindness in his voice. At first, Loki would scoff it away, sure it was pity. But now, they know it’s just sympathy.

“P-p-put me d-down. I w-w-will die any way, and… Being-being here f-for longer is j-just painful for a-a-all of us. M-m-make it quick, pl-please,” Loki’s voice shakes, trying to hold back sops, but they don’t appear any less sure about it.

Does Bruce’s heart breaks to hear that? Absolutely. Will he try to change Loki’s mind and deem them to further pain or deny their wish? Absolutely not.

“If you wish so. Do you want to say the last goodbye to people?”

Loki raises an eyebrow, expecting anything but acceptance. Then, they nod.

~~~~~~

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[getyouasenju]

Dearly Beloved

We gather here..

Warnings: Profanity, Angst

Word Count: 3k

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I smiled at myself in the mirror. wow. I looked gorgeous, I had to admit it. I wasn't the most confident woman in the world, but even I had to give myself props. Ino was a truly miracle maker with that makeup brush of hers. I calmly brush my fingers across my face as I admired the woman standing before me. Running my hands down my sides, I feel the lace and beading of my beautiful white dress. It was perfect, I was perfect- not a hair out of place. The dress, the hair and the makeup were to die for. Reaching out, I grabbed the beautiful earrings to complete my look. Glancing at the clock on the wall in front of me, I start to worry. When would Ino be back with my bouquet? As if my mind were being read, the door clicked out. I smiled widely to myself in the mirror. I knew she would come through! "How do I look?" I start to speak as I turn around to greet my maid of honor, and my breath caught in my throat.

"You look stunning."

I backed up and placed my hand on the wall for support. This was not ino. I furrowed my brow and looked at the man standing before me. "W-what are you doing in here!" I half shouted at the man, "You shouldn't be here." I finish. My eyes run over his body, analyzing him. He was dressed up, grey turtleneck, black suit, a handkerchief neatly folded within, and his regular pony tail. He almost looked ready for the wedding. Except for the fact that he wasn't invited. We stood in silence for a moment before he fully stepped in and closed the door.

Now I was pissed. "Hey! You open that door right now Shikamaru Nara!" I shriek at him, but he still stays silent as he looks over my body. I was getting frustrated as the time went by, what the hell did he want? Pushing off the wall, I crossed my arms over my chest and sneered at him. "How did you even get in here?" He shrugs his shoulders and gave me a short reply, "Doesn't take a genius to figure out." I scoffed at the cocky man. How could he be making comments like that in a this like this? In a place like this?

"Well, what do you want? I have somewhere to be- obviously." I tried keeping my resolve even though my entire body was humming with anxiety from his presence. He sighed, wiping his hands down his handsome face. "I can't let you do this." he finally pushes out. So that's what this is about. I laugh at him, he has officially lost his god damn mind.

"Let me? You can't let me do this, huh?" I shake my head, insulted that he would even think he could make any kind of demand to me. Maybe once upon a time, long, long ago- but not now. "and why is that Shikamaru? Because you love me so much right?" I finish. If he thought he could just waltz in here on my wedding day like this... and where was ino with my flowers god damn it! "If you're done making an ass out of both of us, then I think it's time for your grand exit. If you leave right now, I'll forget you ever showed your face here." I try to bargain with the pony tailed man, waving my hand in his face as I turned back to the mirror and primping myself.

He stuck his hands in his pockets and he took a couple of steps towards me, but I held up my hand in the mirror. "That's close enough, Nara." I commanded. "J-just what are you trying to pull here!" I nervously let out, keeping my head down and my expression out of his view. Taking his hands out his pockets, he quickly stepped forward ignoring my warning and placed his hands on my waist. Oh absolutely not!

With a quick spin I smack his hands off of me “Keep your hands to yourself!” I growl out, balling my fist up and shaking it in his face. Jamming my finger into his chest I straighten up and look him in the eyes, “You had your chance. You made it clear that you and I want different things ....or maybe you just didn’t want them with me.” I whispered that last part. What ever his situation was, I didn’t want to hear it at the moment. I just wanted to walk down the aisle, say my vows, eat my wedding cake and go on a much needed vacation. What I didn’t need was a wedding crasher.

He looked stunned. “So that’s what you think? That I don’t love you? That I don’t want to be with you? Look at me (Y/N), I’m here! Isn’t that enough?” I look up to him confused at his outburst.  I scoffed again “Okay, so what now? Are you going to marry me yourself now Shikamaru?- Oh wait!” I suck in a gust of air, placing my finger on my chin as I fake being in deep thought, “You don’t want to marry me! There, case closed, are you ready to leave my presence yet?” I was becoming impatient, we’ve already had this conversation before and I wasn’t about to repeat it.

Closing his eyes and letting his shoulders drop slightly, he opens his mouth to respond “There’s more to life than marriage, (Y/N).” My eyes widened as I paused. Suddenly I let out a loud bitter laugh as I stepped closer to him. “More to life than...” I couldn’t contain myself, next thing I knew- I was beating my hands on his chest yelling at him. How could he make comments to me like that? “How dare you! How fucking dare you say that to me!” I shout in between my assault. “You were with Temari a year! one single fucking year before you proposed to her! I gave you three years of my life and got nothing!” I screamed. 

Glaring at me Shikamaru snatches my hands in his own. “Yeah, and look were that proposal got us? Do you see her anywhere?” he hissed out at me. Snatching my hands back sneering at him I bark out a reply. “Why must I pay the price for her fucking mistakes! You’re a fucking genius yet you can’t separate her and I.” Leaning forward and pointing my finger in his face once again I continued. “Now where have your actions gotten you, huh? You’re crashing your ex girlfriend’s wedding when It should be you waiting at that altar for me!” Wait, that’s not what I meant to say! “Oh yeah? and you think you’ve got it all figured out, right? You can’t separate love from marriage!” He challenges back at me. Oh you little.. “If you loved me, you would marry me Shikamaru, It’s not that hard.” He was the one sneering at me this time around. “And when you pull your head out of your ass, you’d realize a title doesn’t mean shit.” he hisses out at me. “Yeah, well it means a lot to me..” I quietly reply. My chest was heaving at this point. Who the hell does he think he was? “More than what we have?” He asked me. “Had” I corrected him sighing.

“Temari and I were fine before I proposed, everything was perfect and that stupid fucking proposal ruined everything! I don’t want that to happen to us- It complicates everything!” I was baffled that he was still mentioning her to me. “Oh because everything is so peachy between us right now? I’m standing in a fucking wedding dress aisle ready- for another man!” I screech out. He groans loudly “Yeah because you’re so blinded by your want to be connected with your parents that you’re too blind to see we already have what they did and we don’t need to get married to prove it!” He was breathing hard by this point.

“Am I not good enough to be your wife? Is that what you came here to do? Rub it in my face that I’ll never be enough for you Shikamaru?” He steps extremely close to my face “That’s the entire point. I’m trying to tell you that being together is enough, you’re enough for me. Always have been, always will be.” It felt like my heart was touching the back of my chest. “But it’s not enough for me Shikamaru.”

Our heads snapped to the door as it popped open. “I got the flowers (Y/N)! Aren’t they just beau-” Ino stops mid sentence as her eyes land on the scene before her. The two ex lovers standing awfully too close. “Oh.. Shikamaru, what are you doing here?” Taking in his dressed up appearance she continues, “Have you come to attend the ceremony?” She asked him genuinely confused. I snorted wiping my nose. I hadn’t noticed I’d been crying until now. My makeup! leave it to him to ruin things! Ino takes notice of my ruined face and quickly placed the flowers down. “Shikamaru, I think you should go find a seat now. I need to fix her makeup. Shoo!” She dismisses him as she moves to fix my ruined face. He hesitates, looking at my face while I avoid his gaze before he slowly makes his escape.

Sitting down, Ino gets to work on me. The once light and joyful mood was now dark and gloomy. Ino steps back and stares at my face. “Is it that bad?” I joke with her. She shakes her head and I was puzzled, what? “He loves you a lot, ya know.” I deadpanned “Well I sure hope he does cause the wedding is in like forty minutes.” Ino sighs and puts the makeup brush down, gently grabbing my hand. “Not him, but I think you know this.” I grimaced “Not you too. I just can’t catch a break today, geez.” Rolling my eyes I pulled my hand back gently.

“He’s just.. I think he’s just scared.” She continues. “Ino... you know how much marriage means to me. He knows that too.” I sigh and wrap my arms around myself. It was true, marriage meant so much to me. My parents were married for twenty one years before they died in the war. I wanted what they had so bad. I promised myself I would have that. “I know, I know. You want a love like them, something strong, But let me ask you. You might get the marriage you want today, but will you get the love you deserve tomorrow?” My heart sank. Omoi was a nice man, I met him through Chōji when he and Karui started dating, they were siblings. He was strong he treated me well, he was respectful and he wanted to marry me. It seemed like a dream.

“He was so distraught when Temari broke the engagement, but then he fell for you. I was so sure you two would make it.” I looked up form my hands to the blonde as she spoke. “I know he doesn’t do things by the book, he was never one to pay attention in school.” We both giggle at her remark. “But I know he loves you more than anything in the entire world. Omoi is great- don’t get me wrong, but If you’re just marrying him because he wants to marry you, then I don’t think you two would be anything like your parents, (Y/N).” I was confused and a little upset at her comment, I went to speak but she went on.

“Your parents married for love, true love. Not saying you don’t love Omoi, but not the way you love Shikamaru.” She was right, I was still in love with the idiot. He words resonated with me.. I wanted what my parents had- love. They had a genuine love for each other, I don’t think a marriage defined that. I was basing my happiness off of title, not the work that goes into it. My face started to heat up as I stared back at ino, realization coming to my mind. I wanted to be with Shikamaru, ring or not, but I was terrified. My anxiety started to creep into my chest, everyone was waiting for me to walk down the aisle and I couldn’t. And I had already sent Shikamaru away.

The door opened again revealing my other three bridesmaids, Hinata, Sakura and Tenten. Turning my head to look at them, one glance and they already knew. “She isn’t doing it is she?” Sakura asked with an... excited tone? “Well, good cause this dress is killing me!” Tenten says with a smile. “(Y/N), are you okay?” Hinata asked with concern, but I could see her grinning. I go to answer when Sakura yells out, “Pay up Ino!” What the-. “No fair! I was sure she’d figure it out by last week! You only won because you two days were closer!” Looking back and forth between the two I spoke up “You two bet on my marriage?” I face palmed as they laughed nervously. “Who else was in on this!” I asked loudly. Sakura spoke up counting on her fingers “Well you see, there was me, Ino, Tenten, Naruto, Kiba, Shino, Sai-” I held my hand up, “Yep, that’s enough information for me.” Hinata speaks up “Sorry (Y/N), we just knew you two would end up together!”

Ino grabs my shoulder smiling widely, “Don’t sweat it girl! We got the wedding covered!” The others chiming in with their sounds of agreement. I facepalmed once again. Oh I’m sure they did...

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I nervously fidgeted with my fingers as I waited at the door. The white dress was long gone and was replaced with my usual favorite hoodie. I sigh as I go to tap my knuckles on the door once again when it suddenly opened revealing the disheveled man.

“Hi” I nervously breath out. He looked at me confusion, quickly glancing down at the watch on his wrist. “Shouldn’t you be saying your vowels right now?” He slowly asks me. Okay, I guess it was my turn to be the one intruding, but my words were failing me as we just sat there staring at each other. Breaking eye contact and looking down, I sighed. “I couldn’t do it.”

I got no response from him, I deserved it I guess. Maybe I should just give it up and go home. Laying face down in my bed for a year in shame seemed just about right at the moment. I hear foot steps and look up to see that he’s stepped aside to let me in. I hesitantly step inside the house, It looked almost identical to what it was a year and a half ago. Hearing the click of the door I turned to look at him. I was nervous.

“Why didn’t you marry him (Y/N). Isn’t that all you’ve ever wanted?” He asks me while leaning against the door. I pondered his question for a minute before responding. “I wanted what my parents had.” He shakes his head at me, crossing his arms and taking a rather defensive stance. “Yeah, I get it. You want marriage and my love isn’t enough for you. I got an ear full of your troublesome speech today.” He snaps at me. I cautiously took a step near him, testing the waters.

“I thought I was doing the right thing.” I made eye contact with him. “I grew up hearing my mother and my father address each other as husband and wife... watching how in love they were.” I shrugged my shoulders. “When they died I wanted to keep their love going, I felt like a strong marriage would be the way to honor them, to honor what they wanted for me, what they represented.” I let out a breath. “Back there I told you that you couldn’t separate Temari and I- How I shouldn’t have to pay the price for her actions.” I shook my head at myself. “....When I’m the one who couldn’t make the separation between my parents and us.” He looked surprised.

“Shikamaru, you were right. The marriage- the title, didn’t make them into the couple I idolized. It was the love for each other that made them so strong, that made them bring me into the world.” I step even closer to him as I continue. “I don’t want a marriage if I can’t have what we had, it’s more than enough for me.” He was quiet.

“Have” he replies soon. What? I was confused what does that even mean. “Shikamaru, I don’t underst-” He swiftly cuts me off. “Have, you said what we had. We still have it.” My eyes widened as he closed the gap and embraced me, wrapping his arms around me, and dropping his lips to mine. Pulling back he grabs my chin with one hand and wipes my eyes with the other. There I go crying again. “This whole day has been a drag. I thought you were going to be a married to another man by the end of it, how troublesome.” He groans at me, but I was too starstruck to care, I had my love back.

“Don’t ever leave me again.” He sighed burying his face into my neck. “Well I did walk out of a wedding for you so...” I could feel his low laugh in my neck. snuggling into him I smiled brightly. Pulling back and looking up at him I grinned. “But I can’t let you take the blame for all of this.” I was taken back by his sudden outburst. “(Y/N), I want to marry you.” I was shocked, we went through all of this for him to want to marry me now? “What do you mean?” The words slip quietly out of my mouth.

“I can’t let what happened between Temari and I control my relationship with you. Maybe It didn’t work out with her because I was always meant to be with you.” He says confidently. I was overwhelmed... He wanted to marry me. “Are you just saying this because you’re afraid of losing me? I already told you I’m here for good.” I hesitantly replied. Stroking my face he leans closers to me “Am I sure I want the girl I love to share my name? For sure. I want everyone to know you’re a Nara. I want our family to have the same name.” I could feel the blood rushing to my face and he chuckled at my expression. “H-hey! Don’t think you’re getting off the hook so easily!” I say as I wave my finger in his face. He was puzzled as he furrowed his brows at me, “huh?”

“If we’re gonna do this.. then you still owe me a real proposal, Idiot!”

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Damn I might as well be a Shikamaru account to be honest. Gonna have to start rolling out the tobirama fics soon!

Masterlist

Until Next Time! xxo (▰∀◕)ﾉ

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[imma-potatoo]

Game Night

Requested by @superwholockandpfl

Ships: pre-relationship Loceit

Warnings: none that I know of? Arguing maybe?

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The mindscape was bustling. Each side, light and dark alike, had an ear to ear smile and a task to complete. These tasks are very specific and were meant to distract the sides to ensure that no fights were to break out over whether Pringles or Lays were better…. But then again, there were always slackers with the tasks, and it was always the side that you expected the least. Example A: Logan Sanders. Logan was meant to be picking the board games, but instead, he was arguing with Janus over if they could-

“Janus we are not playing poker!” Logan huffed as he put the chips and deck away. Logan knew the very second he first met the yellow side that they were either going to be the greatest rivals or completely inseparable…. Logan couldn’t tell which one was applied.

Janus rolled his eyes and smirked, “well why not?!” he leaned in closer to Logan, trying to be intimidating but failing spectacularly as Logan was a good head taller than him, “I see no reason to blacklist such a fun game!”

Logan blinked as his mouth gaped open slightly, “You cheat every time we play!” he leaned closer to Janus, his face was exasperated but he always enjoyed their debates.

Janus tilted his head up, a smirk on his lips. “Is that so?” laughing lightly at Logan’s hum of agreement, “and here you are, acting as if you don’t count cards~”

“That’s a completely lega-”

“WILL YOU TWO STOP FLIRTING FOR FIVE SECONDS AND DO YOUR JOBS?!?” The left-brained duo leaped apart from their placements, faces beet red as Virgil shouted from the living room. They couldn’t see the purple side but they could tell from his voice that he was smirking.

The two looked at each other hesitantly; Janus chewed on his lip, a small fang poking out. Logan was in complete shock; his mouth opening and closing as he scrambled to grab a board game. His attention was back to picking the best games strategically to make for the best game night, Logan swore that he heard Patton laugh from the kitchen.

Janus didn’t notice the games the logical side grabbed as he ran to go finish his task, scrambling to collect blankets and pillows to make the living room as cozy as possible. Janus scowled when Virgil cackled at his bright red face, sticking out his forked tongue like a displeased child only made the purple side laugh harder. Janus peered around the couch to see Logan reading the back of Clue. Virgil brought his attention back quickly by singing, “Janus and Logan, sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I- mmpph!!!!”

A pillow was pushed onto Virgil’s face by the logical side. Logan somehow managed to blush more when he heard Virgil singing, “That’s quite enough from you Virgil.” a clever grin on his face as Virgil pushed the pillow away with a glare.

Logan opened his mouth to scold Virgil when he felt his heart fly away. Janus broke his cool reserve and laughed. It wasn’t one of his deep chuckles, but a light airy laugh from pure joy. It showed Janus’ fangs; two small ones poking out between his lips, light brown curls falling in front of his eyes, which were skewed up in amusement. Logan could feel a lump form in his throat when he heard Janus go into another round of laughter.

Virgil sighed, “POPSTAR?” a muffled yeah was heard in the kitchen, “CODE YELLOW” quiet giggles were heard for a few seconds before Janus was called to help Patton cut the fruit for a platter. Janus wiped some tears from his eyes and walked out to the kitchen. Virgil turned around to face Logan, “Dude, you gotta stop with the puppy eyes.”

Logan crossed his arms with a huff, “I don’t have puppy eyes…”

The purple side rolled his eyes, “you’re a really bad liar dude.” the silence in the room was deafening before Virgil sighed, “just go get the games.” Virgil went back to compiling a playlist.

It was only another twenty minutes before all the sides were crowded around the coffee table, Roman and Remus had their weapons taken away for the safety of everyone playing, Virgil and Patton were sitting in the middle to separate the other four, Janus and Logan were sitting across from each other; both of them sneaking glances of the other while they weren’t looking.

Patton smiled “Ok kiddos! What game are we playing first?!” 

The sides turned to Logan as he pulled out a medium white sized box, red letters standing out in the background. Six characters stood out as they were arranged in different positions in the lounge. Remus grinned as Roman looked puzzled, Virgil had a smirk and Patton smiled nervously as he took the white box from Logan. Logan could feel Janus’ pleasure from the game choice, after all; it was one that Janus would love. Clue.

Logan gazed into the yellow sides eyes as the others battled over pieces. Janus seemed happy… or maybe intrigued? Janus was certainly giving him a look that he didn't normally give the side. “Can I help you?” 

“You hate Clue.”

“Do I?”

Janus rolled his eyes, “don’t play dumb with me. You find the game easy and non-challenging.”

“So? I don’t see how that is relevant.” Logan laced his fingers together as he leaned towards the scaled side who leaned in to mimic, his eyebrow quirked up.

“So. I love Clue…” Janus was leaning closer, staring at the warm dark eyes of the logical side.

Logan could feel his cheeks start to heat up slightly, it wasn’t enough to be noticeable but it was very much there. “I can assure you that it ha-”

“What's next Lo-Lo?! Gonna bend J- OW?!” The coarse voice of Remus tore the duo apart. Cheeks flushing heavily and absolutely speechless. Roman thankfully smacked Remus over the head with the empty game box, stopping the inappropriate comment. Remus cackled as the two struggled to find their voices.

“A-absolutely not! That’s absurd seeing how both Janus and I are asexual an-” Logan’s stuttering response was interrupted by an equally flushed Patton.

“L-lets just start playing the game”

It took a good half an hour before the two left-brained sides could get their blush to calm down and by that time, the sides were well into the game and the twins had already lost due to them accusing too early and getting it completely wrong.

“Janus! You can’t move there! When you roll the dice the square you’re standing on counts as one of the moves!” Janus rolled his eyes at the blue side.

“Watch me!” Janus sneered as he reached his hand towards the yellow piece, his face being replaced with a grimace once Logan snatched the piece from his grip. Moving it five squares when Janus rolled a six. Janus furrowed his brows, “Fix it.”

The others were turning their heads back and forth to each side. Curious looks and wondering if the duo was really going to fight over a game made for eight-year-olds. “There is nothing to fix because this is the correct way to play.” “That is bullshit!” “those are the rules, Janus!” “That’s a lie!” “How would you know?” “I am the lie!” “You’re just upset that you can’t win by being cute!!”

Janus flushed completely, “W-what?” his voice was wavering, ears tinting, mouth gaped open as his brain struggled to form words

It was only Janus’ confusion that made him realize what he just said. His face erupted in red as he stumbled to find a sizable excuse for his slip, “I- I mean objectively obviously…”

“Obviously” Janus mumbled back, crossing his arms over his chest.

“....Obviously.” Logan played with the rim on a glass of water, picking it up to have a sip.

Silence surrounded the living room, the only sound being the breathing of the sides and the subtle sound of the group playlist. Awkward sips from cups and curious glances with one another, Patton cleared his throat, “So... it’s my turn?”

The others nodded as Virgil looked under the table to view the other games (mainly to see how many games were left) grimacing when he saw Uno, Monopoly, Poker, CandyLand, and Scrabble. Virgil sighed, knowing this was going to be a long night.

Roman and Virgil walked to the kitchen to refill their glasses a little while later. Virgil poured while Roman looked out to the living room. Janus and Logan were arguing again. “They are completely hopeless, right edgelord?”

“Oh definitely.” Virgil took a small sip of his coke, “... I’ll bet you ten bucks that Logan will ask Janus out first.”

Roman smoothed out his sash and picked up his drink, “Just ten? You got a deal, emo!” Roman swirled the dark fizzy liquid in the cup, “Besides. Janus is DEFINITELY asking Logan out first.”

Virgil smirked as he walked towards the group once more, “we’ll see I guess. Come on Princey, I gotta beat you at scrabble.

The other two sides also joined their bet a few hours later, all while Janus and Logan argued over if ‘incomprehensibilities’ was a valid word for Scrabble.

Completely Platonic obviously.

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Writing requests are open!!

No romantic prinexity or r*mr*m!

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[ichikunimagines]

Do you want to be something more, Ichimatsu-kun?

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I AM SO SORRY THAT MAJORITY OF MY FICS ARE ICHIMATSU X READER!! BUT PERSONALLY I THINK IT’S A POWER MOVE BC I LOVE WRITING HIM ✨✨❤️

[10.3.2020]

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You and Ichimatsu had been friends for a while, both meeting through Osomatsu and then everything else played out from there. It took a bit of time for you to become aquainted, even. The both of you were reserved and didn’t enjoy speaking out about their emotions, but you were more lively around people you were comfortable with.

Skipping to now, the both of you always hung out and easily stormed up vanilla conversations. And as the story goes, the both of you developed feelings. Along with Osomatsu, whom you’re also friends with, takes note in Ichimatsu’s slightly different behavior around you. He’d notice how he’d somehow always bring you up in a conversation and have a noticeable blush while he zoned out. Being the nosey older brother that he is, he asks Ichimatsu about it.

“Hey, Ichimatsu.” He turned to Ichimatsu, who was crouched in the corner of the living room. He grunted in response, acknowledging Osomatsu. “You’re good friends with Y/N, right?” Ichimatsu slightly tensed. “I wouldn’t say that.. They always hang around me.” There was a slight pause as Osomatsu stared at him with a blank face.

“Do you like Y/N?”

Ichimatsu fully tensed and jumped back in reflex. “Eh? What the hell are you talking about?” His voice seemed normal and calm, but his body said otherwise. “Ah~ Ichimachan’s first crush!” Ichimatsu grunted at the nickname. “And Y/N out of all people! I’m not suprised, though!” Osomatsu laughed.

More silence.

“You didn’t answer my question, though~” Osomatsu broke the silence with a sly grin. Jesus, just a few minutes ago he seemed sweet towards his brother and now he’s gonna try to nag his way for an answer. Ichimatsu groaned and avoided eye contact. “..Maybe I do.” He mumbled softly in a flustered voice. “AHA! I knew it!” Osomatsu pointed a finger at him and stood in pride. Shit. Ichimatsu had let his guard down just at the thought of Y/N, he kept cursing himself as an idiot.

He didn’t know if he should start threatening him to beat him up if he told anyone or just pray that he wouldn’t care enough to tell Y/N, but he choice option A. He immediately got up and pinned Osomatsu to the wall by the collar of his sweater. “Tell Y/N or anyone about this, and I’ll make you wish you were never born.” Osomatsu shuddered at his menacing aura, quickly nodding his head. Once Ichimatsu let go, Osomatsu stood on his knees and sighed. “Jeez, Ichimatsu. It’s not nice to threaten your niisan like that..” He rubbed his nose. “Besides, I wasn’t going to tell anyone anyways.” Ichimatsu glanced back at him, “..You weren’t?” Osomatsu smiled and nodded. “Besides, why would I do that when Ichimatsu can do it himself!” He boasted.

Ichimatsu laughed. No response. Wait, that wasn’t a joke? His laughter died down as realization dawned on him. Just thinking about telling Y/N what he truly thought of them and all of his fantasies and scenarios he’d always imagine in his head was giving him a heart attack. Telling them that he loved them with all his heart and wanting to hold them while planting kisses down their cheek. Shit. There’s no time for imaging hopeless scenarios like that, they were only friends and that’ll only be that way until they drift apart and forget about eachother completely. Well, at least that’s how Ichimatsu always imagined how their friendship would end.

“Ichimachan~! You there?” Osomatsu was waving his hand in front of Ichimatsu, deep in thought. “I- I have to go-“ Ichimatsu stuttered in embarrassment and stood up to leave. He just needed some time to himself to clear his mind. If only Y/N was with him to keep him company. Speaking of Y/N, he realized they were right there, sitting on a park bench looking down at their phone. He gulped as his fantasies about them began to bubble in his mind, pervy ones included. He awkwardly shifted towards the park bench until he grunted to get Y/N’s attention.

They looked up and smiled brightly at them as soon as they made eye contact. “Ichimatsu-kun!” Oh how much he loved to hear them say his name, but also one day praying to god that they’ll drop the honorific and only call him Ichimatsu. He pulled up the masked up to his nose before speaking. “Do you want to come to an alleyway with me? I wanted to see the cats today..” That may have been a half lie, he really did want to see the cats and he was only outside to clear his mind. They smiled and gave a sound of approval, getting up and walking alongside them.

Normally silence was normal between you two, but to Ichimatsu it was painfully awkward. He was still thinking about what his brother said and all of his made up scenarios floating around his head. The pair made it to the alleyway and crouched down on the concrete floor. “Did you not bring any food today, Ichimatsu-kun?” He let out a soft “No.” They hummed and didn’t ask any farther.

“You know what Osomatsu-kun said to me yesterday?” You chuckled recalling the memory. Ichimatsu nodded, wanting to know what he said. “He said that we’d make a good couple, ahaha.” You laughed and Ichimatsu let out an uncomfortable squeak. You looked at him concerningly. “You okay, Ichimatsu-kun?” He desperately avoided eye contact. “J-Just fine..!” He still squirmed in his voice. “Sorry if that made you uncomfortable, I just thought it was a bit funny.” Ichimatsu relaxed a bit to your calm voice.

“Say, what do you think of me, Ichimatsu-kun?” You turned to look at him, making eye contact. He tilted his head in confusion. “What do you mean?” You slightly blushed, but said it easily enough. “Well, I mean..” you coughed.

“Do you like me more as a friend, Ichimatsu-kun?”

Holy shit, is he having a stroke and a heart attack? Is his kidney failing or something? He felt like his entire system was going to shut down, he was shaking at this point. You took note of it and immediately apologized. “O-Oh my god! I’m so sorry if it makes you that anxious! I-I’ll just take it as a no, forget I said anything.” You took one of his hands worried and he tensed up even more. You carefully rubbed the palm of his (sweaty) hand with your thumb. Surprisingly, it calmed him down, his heart was still beating fast and he felt like he was running a marathon.

“You know, if you liked me more than a friend, I wouldn’t be weirded out..” He looked up at you in awe, were you an angel? “..I’d be more happy if you said yes, to be honest..” You were beet red at this point, what the hell were you even saying?! Ichimatsu’s blush grew, he knew he was supposed to finally admit that he liked them but he was speechless. All he could muster was incoherent flustered rambles and “I”. “I-I-I mean.. Uh.. Er.”

“Ichimatsu-kun.” You looked at him dead in the eye. You looked so serious that it slightly scared him

“I need you to answer yes or no, I’m not taking incoherent mutters this time.” A deep part of Ichimatsu was extremely turned on by you being so assertive. “I like you, Ichimatsu-kun. There’s only one thing I need to know.” You took a deep breath

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“Do you like me?”

Ichimatsu was about to have a heart attack, his entire brain is in total shutdown mode. Did you really jusy say that you liked him? Where was he? Was he dreaming? There was a long gap of silence. You held his hand tighter. “Please.. Answer...” Finally, Ichimatsu finally got the words out of his tightened throat.

“Y-Yes..” He wanted to dive into your arms from embarrassment, but decided to just never meet your eyes. You smiled and leaned closer to him. “Really?” Ichimatsu turned his head and protested. “O-Of course I do! You mean so much to me!” Ah, he just made a fool of himself again. At this point he didn’t even care and shakily lowered himself in the crook of your neck. “I-I’m really happy, you know that?” You softly pet his hair and rub his back in circles. You leaned into his ear and spoke “I’ve been wanting to call you my boyfriend for a while, Ichimatsu..”

This is the best day of Ichimatsu’s life. With all of the pent up emotions inside of him, he started to sob uncontrollably. You quietly shushed in his ear and gave small words of comfort. Ichimatsu had finally confessed his feelings and you felt the same, for trash like him compared to a goddess like you? Never in a million years, but I guess miracles do happen sometimes. In between the hics and sobs, Ichimatsu breathed out everything he’s been wanting to tell them.

“I-I’ve always.. W-Wanted you to—“ He sniffed” “Call me Ichimatsu without an honorific..” You blushed and planted a subtle kiss on his scalp. “A-And sometimes I stay awake thinking a-about you, k-kissing you and holding your hand—“ That was all about you could hear until he went back to sobbing uncontrollably.

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“Happy Anniversary, Ichimatsu~!” You gave him a heartfelt hug and he smiled. “Remember how shy you were when you confessed to me?” You smirked. “It was so cute~” You cooed and cuddled up to him. “D-Don’t talk about that, it’s embarrassing to think about..” You snicked and pulled back to pull out an assortment of medium sized to mini boxes of gifts, a fix of hand made and purchased items. Ichimatsu was already used to feeling like shit whenever you showed off the gifts you got him, but he alsays got reassurance that you’d still love what he got you either way. You both landed onto the couch in a giggle mess, with Ichimatsu softly planting kisses all over your face and a tender one on your lips.

“I can’t believe I’m with someone like you..” He looked at you with love struck eyes, you smiled. “You’re just as important to me, too.” He cupped your face and gave you another kiss. “A-Am I seriously married to you?” He stuttered as he suddenly remembers that you two are now married. “Of course we are, dummy. I’m lucky to call you my husband.” Ichimatsu slides his hands down your hips as if you’re made out of glass. “I love you, Y/N. I would die for you.. I want you to know I cherish you so much and I’d never want to hurt you..” He starts to tear up and kiss his spouse again. The both of them giggled and spent the night continuously reciting their deep and utter love they felt towards each other.

“I’ll still never forget how cute you were when you confessed to me~”

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Never mind that, that’s all in the future and unbeknownst to the current Ichimatsu, sobbing and crying tears of joy. Ichimatsu would have never thought you two would ever date, marriage was a sacrificial wish if he wanted that.

But, right now,

Matsuno Ichimatsu was happy.

#ichimatsu+x+reader #ichimatsu x reader #mr osomatsu #osomatsu san imagine #ososan imagine #matsuno ichimatsu #ichimatsu matsuno #x reader #oneshot #fanfic #fanfiction #osomatsu san #osomatsu matsuno

[ererokii]

Sweet Like You || Eijirou Kirishima

Eijirou Kirishima x Fem! Reader

Warnings: cursing (?)

Word Count: 2462

Synopsis: Class 1-A decides to help a local animal shelter by doing a bake sale, and you and Kirishima are in charge of the baking.

Taglist (message to be added): @shoutodoki @shoutosteakettle @sugacookiies @saltie @fryingpanitachi @kingtamakimurder

➺ Note: This is for @bnhabookclub​‘s bingo event! The prompt is Baking Sweets. This is also for @pixxiesdust​‘s birthday! I know it’s a day early but I wanted to post it now cause I couldn’t wait! Happy birthday Ze! I love you so much and I’m glad we became friends, enjoy your day bb <3

Bingo Masterlist

You couldn’t remember how you ended up in your position. You came out of your room, sleep still flooding your body as everyone started yelling at you for no reason—well, there was a reason behind it.

Aizawa thought it would be a good idea for his class—you guys to hold up some fundraiser for anything, but nothing dumb. He said it would give you guys a good insight on what it would be like when you got to be pro heroes, always helping those in need. Without a choice of course, you all had to decide what would be best.

“Why are you yelling at me?! I just woke up!” you yelled, furiously rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand to erase the remnants of sleep within your body. “I didn’t even get a good morning!”

“There’s no time for good mornings, Y/N! While we’ve been trying to figure out who we should help while you were sleeping your ass off! What kind of commitment is that, huh?! Do you care?!”

“Oh, shut up, Kaminari!” you groaned and plopped on the couch, not caring if your shirt rode up slightly. “I’m here now! Get it over with then!”

“She’s right! Stop the yelling, and we can get on with it!” Iida fixed his glasses as he held a clipboard in his arms, tapping a pen against it. “Alright, so far, we have some good ideas! There’s a local soba shop, a bookstore, an animal shelter, a beauty salon, and… a grocery store?” he trailed off at the end before shaking his head. “Alright, let’s vote! Who wants the soba shop?!”

Only Todoroki raised his hand, his face slowly falling in the area of disappointment when he noticed no one else was raising their hand. 

“Book store!”

No one raised their hand. 

“Well, that makes it easier,” Iida muttered, crossing the word out with his black pen. 

“An animal shelter!”

You shrugged and lazily raised your hand, noticing a handful of your classmates also raised their hand.

Iida nodded and counted each of you, his tongue peeking out from the corner of his mouth in concentration. “Twelve of you! Alright, beauty salon!”

Mina’s hand immediately shot up in the air, a goofy smile on her face. Iida breath hitched as he shook his head, erasing the other topics as well. “Animal shelter it is! Okay, that’s settled! What should we do to raise the money?”

“Sell cold soba on the streets.”

“Icy-Hot! No one is going to buy your soba! Especially on the streets!”

“Well, do you have anything better?”

“It doesn’t matter. No one is buying your stupid soba!”

“How about a bake sale?” you threw the idea out there and immediately regretted it. Pairs of eyes kept their gaze on you as you slowly cowered back into the couch. “W-What? Stop staring at me like that!”

“Oh yeah, that’s a good idea! I’m with Y/N on this one!” a certain redhead said from behind you, his hand grazing your shoulder. You tilted your neck upward and caught a pair of vermeil eyes, a vivid grin sent in your direction. You could feel bursts of heat erupting in your cheeks as you smiled back quickly. “Y-You mean that Kirishima?”

“‘Course! Baking sweets has to be one of the manliest things out there!”

“Well, is everyone okay with that?” Iida asked, turning around to face the rest of his classmates. There were nods of approval, spoken words of support, or just silence. 

“Then that settles that. Since both of you were so happy to take this on, I’m leaving the baking to you two!” A finger was pointed in your direction. 

You stopped your mouth from moving as your eyes gazed at his finger. “J-Just us?! How many would we need then?!”

“Well, if you make popular sweets according to the web, plus traditional based ones…” Iida paused for a moment, his mind wandering to calculate. “I would say maybe fifty for each.”

“Fifty?!”

“Uh-huh! Best get started now!”

You groaned and squeezed your eyes shut, tossing your head back as you were met with the couch's cushion. You slowly opened your eyes, cerise orbs gazing back at you. 

“It can’t be that bad, right?! Come on, you were made for this Y/N! You’re a great baker! I love everything you make!”

A nervous laugh escaped your lips as you scratched the back of your neck, feeling the flesh there heat up from his compliment. “T-Thank you, Kiri! It shouldn’t go bad, right?”

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The kitchen smelt of raw eggs, flour, vanilla extract, and a hint of something burnt, which was just a batch of cookies in one of the old ovens. Splotches of white powder were scattered across the wooden floor, some residue from the eggs forgotten on the counter. The buzzing of the electric mixing bowl could be heard from the other room along with your shrieks.

“C-Cover the top with a towel, Kirishima!”

“Right! Sorry, Y/N!” 

A small ding went off, indicating that the second batch of sugar cookies was ready. You rushed to the oven, your oven mitts on already as you opened it, watching the smoke emit from the interior. You quickly grabbed the baking pan and shut the oven door, placing it on a stand to cool down. 

“Kirishima, did you finish with the brownie batter?”

He grunted in response, pouring the molasses-brown substance into a glass pan, making sure to scrape the leftovers off with a spatula. “Yeah, I got it.”

“Okay, while those cool down, we can work on the cupcakes,” you muttered, slicking the small strands of hair that fell in front of your face back to where they should have been. In the corner of your eye, you noticed Kirishima putting the batter into the oven after fixing the timer.

“Cupcakes, you said?”

“Mhm,” you sighed, grabbing a new glass bowl. “Can you hand me the ingredients while I mix?”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind doing this one instead, you’ve been making different batters since we started. Why don’t you just hand them over to me.”

“A-Are you sure?”

He nudged you with his shoulder, a goofy grin on his adorable face. “I offered, didn’t I? Come on, just do it, Y/N.”

“Fine, fine! Just don’t mess ‘em up.” you huffed playfully, taking a seat on the stool beside the redhead. He nodded, placing the bowl in front of him. 

A comfortable silence fell between the two of you as you handed him the correct measurements for each ingredient. 

You watched him mix the substances carefully, his eyes squinted as he concentrated. His tongue peeked out and licked his lower lip as his whisking only got faster by the second. The muscles on his bicep flexed with each flick of his wrist. 

“Kirishima, I think you’re mixing it too fast.”

“Nonsense! This is the perfect pace—“

You scooted back, wincing when the batter splattered onto his shirt and the marble countertop. 

“—for it,” he whispered, finishing off his sentence, the whisk falling from his hand as he let it rest in the bowl. “...maybe that was a bit too fast.”

“Ya think?” You huffed and grabbed a towel, handing it to him. “Hurry and clean it before it stains your shirt.”

“I think it just did,” he sighed, taking it from you as he dabbed the mess on his clothing. “I’ll just change when we finally finish, whenever that is.”

You grabbed the bowl and brought it in front of you, wiping the handle from the excess cupcake batter and began to whisk slowly. “You see, if you move your wrist too fast, it’ll go everywhere just like it did. You have to have slow and precise flicks,” you told him, feeling the warmth from another body behind you. 

He leaned over your shoulder, looking at your movements. “Can I try again?”

You realized how close he was to you. You stopped your movements, licking your lips nervously as you nodded. “Y-Yeah, here you go.”

You shakily handed him the utensil, your hands brushing against his larger ones. You quickly moved out of the way once more, allowing him to sit there. “H-How about you do that, and I’ll make the frosting?”

Before he could reply, you rushed away from him with your head down as a blush tinted your cheeks. God, he was so close to me. I could practically feel his muscles on my back, you thought, clumsily taking the needed things out. 

You turned your back to him, taking a deep breath before slowly exhaling. “Okay, just brush it off,” you muttered and unwrapped the butter, placing it in the electric mixing bowl. Soon you added everything that was needed. You set a towel to cover it, preventing another incident like last time and flipping it to the lowest setting.

The sound of something snapping caught your attention as you looked up quickly. Kirishima stood in front of the oven, wearing your strawberry mitts, too small for his big hands. He caught you staring and rubbed the back of his neck, his face becoming as sanguine as his tufts. “I finished, so I put them in the oven.”

“O-Oh, that’s good!” you chirped, looking away from him as you focused on the frosting being made. Kirishima’s smile faltered as he walked over to you.

“Are you okay?”

“‘Course! I’m fantastic! Why wouldn’t I be okay?! Do I not look okay?!”

“N-No!” he gasped, placing his hands defensively in front of his body. “You just look off is all! Like you’re thinking too hard about something!”

“Oh,” you whispered and rubbed your temples slowly. “Just seems like a bit of work when it’s only two people is all.”

He pursed his lips and nodded. “Yeah, I get that. But I’m glad it’s only us, though.”

“Oh? Why is that?”

“I like spending time with you, Y/N.”

Your mouth went dry at his confession, staring at him with confused eyes. Your heart felt like it could leap out of your chest and let him grab hold of it. “Y-You do?”

He nodded, slowly walking in front of you. Kirishima peered down at you, noticing the twiddling of your thumbs. 

You could smell earthen savors of cedar and lambent notes of mandarin peel when he stood close to you. He was driving you crazy without him even knowing. Kirishima was the puppeteer, and your heart was his puppet. He continuously pulled at the strings of your heart, and you let him. 

His scarlet orbs gazed into your own before quickly glancing at your lips, then back at you. Your eyes widened when he leaned closer, shakily bringing a hand to rest on your elbow. Knowing his next move, your finger dipped in the buttercream frosting as you scooped some up and placed it on his nose, shocking him in the process. 

“I—”

“I am so sorry! I have no idea why I did that,” you said quickly, out of breath, but did not attempt to clean it off him. 

His confused look got wiped off, a naughty one taking its place. “You wanna play like that then, huh?” He suddenly reached in the bowl, scooping a handful of the cream and smeared it across your face. Your eyes widened as you stared at him, dumbfounded. White streaks of frosting covered the area from your nose and below. You brought your hands to your nose, wiping the substance from your nostrils from blocking one of your airways.

“It’s on, Eijirou!”

Squeals and laughs resonated through the kitchen, each shout of the latter’s name bouncing off the walls. Bags upon bags of flour and baking soda was thrown across the room. The room was becoming more of a mess than it already was when you got in there.

You coughed into your elbow, waving the area from the fumes of powder that was fogging the air. “T-Too much!” You squint your eyes, hands reaching up to your head, and immediately patted it down, shaking your head to get the powder out of your hair. Trails of melted butter dribbled down your face, the baking soda sticking on like glue.

Kirishima wasn’t far behind you. His clothes and hair were dusted with white. 

“Wow, you look bad,” he blurted, pointing a finger at you. 

“Me?! Have you seen yourself?!” you laughed, wiping the dried crumbs off your arms. “We both look like crap, I bet.”

His thumb caressed your face as you quieted down, your orbs locking with his. “You know..” he trailed off, “you look adorable, especially like this.”

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

His eyes widened as choked noise left his mouth. “H-Huh?!” Oh, he so desperately wanted to kiss you. 

“I said what I said,” you whispered, wrapping an arm around his neck and bringing him down to your level, your lips grazing his honeyed ones before intertwining. His arms encircled around your lower back, bringing you flush against his chest. You ran your fingers through his rubescent tufts, lightly tugging on them. His grip around you tightens. His heartbeat could be felt against your chest, your beating heart matching the rhythm of his. You felt like you were on the highest mountain in the world and could scream to anyone who had to know about your vibrant, romantic feelings for Eijirou Kirishima. 

Unfortunately, oxygen was a thing. You slowly pulled away, small, balmy puffs of air fanning your face. Both of you had equally flushed cheeks and a small goofy smile on his end. 

“Hey, Y/N, can I ask you something?”

“Didn’t you just do that?”

A pinch to your side caused you to whine and shift in his arms. 

“Can I take you out this weekend?”

Your face brightens as you nodded frantically. “I would love that!”

Your nose twitched as you sniffed the air, your eyebrows furrowing. “What is that?”

“What’s what?” Kirishima asked, following your eyesight that landed on the counter. “What’s wrong?”

You sniffed the air again, pulling away from him. “It smells.”

“Wow, if you’re gonna talk about me like that you can do it nicely—” he murmured sarcastically before you let out an agitated cry.

“No, not that!” You huffed and scratched your head in thought. Kirishima seemed to notice your thought process as he began to think of any possible outcomes. Was it the kitchen that just started smelling? Was it the both of you covered in raw egg and baking products? Was it—

Oh no.

You gasped in unison as you grabbed Kirishima by his shoulders, shaking him violently. He seemed to be on the same page as you, placing his hands on your elbows to steady himself.

“We forgot the cupcakes!”

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Faith  miniseries (part 1)

**T. W.!!: self harm, suicidal thoughts, self doubt, sad reader.

*this is my first xreader ever so i hope it aint sloppy. 💋

There were very few things that scared the Winchesters but tonight their fear was palpable. Most of the time they were passive and observant. Even Dean didn't want to open that can of worms. Ever since that hunt a few weeks ago, the one no one talked about on the 2 day drive home, something with you has been wrong. Like you got your wires crossed and you haven't been the same since. It has been gradual, like watching someone sinking in quicksand or dying of cancer.  

You weren't stupid, you could tell that they have been distantly observing you as if you had a ticking time bomb strapped to your torso at all times. You noticed the change of mood in the kitchen when you'd finally gotten yourself out of bed to grab a cup of coffee. It's like your presence sucked the life out of a room, much like a Dementor from Harry Potter. You didn't know which hurt more, the deafening silence, the obvious coaxed smiles from Sam, or the steady stares from Dean when your back was turned. Sometimes when you were awake enough, you heard the brothers arguing about something, you'd tricked yourself to overhear certain words in their heated arguments, and convinced yourself they hadn't been arguing about you. But they clearly were.  

Cas, the usual flat faced stoic of the Bunker had twinges of concern in his oceanic orbs. Were you that messed up? That a fuckin' angel was concerned about you? What the hell happened? It started with that hunt. That much you know, right? Maybe it started before that? When it did sink in, you started to spend much more time cooped up in your room. You liked the softness of your bed and the warmth of your bed-covers. Suddenly you didn't want to go...anywhere. You spent your days sleeping and struggling to keep your eyes open enough to hear what Sam had conjured up about a potential case. The nights, those were the worst though. In the night you couldn't get to sleep if you tried. And that was when you felt most alone. You hated being awake, if you were awake you were thinking. And thinking means remembering just how much of a screw up you knew you were.

Team Free Will just came back from a hunt which you had to pull teeth just to get to stay in the confines of the Bunker. It had been a few days. You don't remember the last time you ate. Was it when you ate the second to last slice of apple pie in the middle of the night when your insomnia was at its peak? Or was that this evening when you woke up to a grumbling stomach that you couldn't ignore, so you quelled it with warm chicken broth. You didn't feel deserving enough to eat solid food today. Your lips were cracked and severely chapped even though you knew you kept your lip balm in the bedside table, within reach. Your long hair is disheveled in its bun and you can't stop sneezing because you forgot to take your medicine today, again. What a failure. You can't take care of yourself. It would be so much better if you could just lay down in your bed and sleep. Sleep and dream, forever.  

Face it, the Winchesters are so much better without you. Dean doesn't need you burdening him. He would only have to carry your dead weight around on cases. You can't even muster up the courage to walk up to houses and round up info on the local legends, doing door-to-door sweeps. What in all Hell makes you think Dean could be attracted to someone, some frail little girl trapped in the past? You weren't his type anyhow, a plus-sized book worm didn't turn him on. How could it? You saw his porno-mags. Those girls were, perfection. Miles away from what you were. They were tall, sculpted shades of golden skin. They were the definition of success, confidence, beauty. Qualities you'd convinced yourself you weren't. You saw their type in multiple bartenders that you painfully watched Dean flirt with. From your table at the bar, it stung to see Dean's pearly whites brighten in the lights of the illuminated bar. His expression full of child-like glee, effortless and innocent. Sam was next to you for protection, his face buried in his tablet searching diligently through lore and articles of missing peoples.  

You shuffle your feet audibly into the kitchen. Even though you don't feel like eating, you need to eat at least a sandwich in Dean's presence. The brothers were sipping beer at the table in the kitchen while you fixed yourself a wimpy pb & j. Sitting down at the very edge of the metal table you stared for a long moment at your sandwich. I hate this, it's making me sick to even look at food, you think to yourself. You take a bite and chew slowly, wanting so hard to spit it out. You're too fat already. Why do you eat in the first place? Those thoughts stew in your head as you notice the Winchester brothers are staring at you. You notice someone is talking to you but it doesn't register. You swallow the bite unwillingly, closing your eyes like you had just done something terrible.  

"Y/N? Earth to Y/N?" You recognize the husk in the voice to be Dean's. You flinch and look at him, wishing immediately you hadn't stared into those perfect green orbs. The expression on his face let you know that he knew there was definitely something wrong with you. God you're such a freak. You drag your tongue on your left canine, the one that has always been particularly sharp. Feeling a cold sweat begin to drip down your neck, you start to panic. You drop your sandwich on its plate and rise from your seat. You need the sanctuary of your messy bedroom, the softness of the mattress. You need the coolness of the sheets. Your small feet tap the tile of the floor beneath you but you notice sound behind you that will your body to go faster. They were following after you.  

You'd never been more afraid that they'd find out what was in your head. That Dean would find out how you felt about him and about yourself. That can't be an option. You knew what would be next, what was inevitable. The dreaded talk. You finally reach the knob of your bedroom door, your palm slipping as you fumble with it from sweating. Just as they are about to reach you, you open the door and slam it shut behind you, locking it. You heart is racing against your chest. Locking the door isn't enough. So you barricade the door with your dresser. As you do so, you feel yourself breaking and hot tears flow down your face soaking into your hoodie.  

"Y/N?! C'mon, open the door." Sam says.

"Whatever it is we can talk about it. Y/N. Please?" Dean's tone is almost unlike him. You'd only ever heard him use this kind of tone with children who were in the midst of trauma from an awry hunt. Is that what he thought of you as? A wounded child in need of coddling? Or maybe even worse, a wounded animal.

You don't answer and there is a long pause. You need relief and release in the only way you know how. You rummage through your bedside table drawer and find a thin hunting knife, the one Dean gave you a few years ago. Your first gift from him. You pull down the fleece-like fabric of your sweatpants to reveal scars, left over from self-inflicted pain, years gone by. They were raised and pink lines. They wouldn't understand. You hear thudding from the other side of your door, that can only mean the brothers are getting more desperate, using their bodyweight to try and get inside.  

"Y/N!!" Dean yells for you in between the thudding.  

"GO AWAY!" You yell as you drag the sharpness across your skin. Red bubbles up from the cut and for a few seconds you feel relief. But it doesn't stop the pain. You cry more, sobbing uncontrollably. The salty tears blurring your vision until they spill over staining your cheeks. You need more, so you add more cuts, one by one. Oddly you chuckled at your macabre artwork, thinking you just made your thigh look like a piece of lined paper. You start your work on the opposite thigh, digging in a little deeper with each line.  

You hear someone suck in a breath sharply. Someone was in the room with you. During your release, you never noticed the dresser move or the door opening. Looking up from your bloodied thighs you see Dean staring back at you. His blade still in your hand, red dripping down your skin and slipping into the pure white sheets.  

"Y/N? Hey, that's okay. Put the knife down, alright?" He said to you smiling at you flashing his bright white impeccable teeth, Sam in the background of your bedroom doorway with his hand clasped over his mouth in a blank stare. More tears sear themselves into your eyes and flood over. Your lips are quivering. You drop your knife released from your trembling hand, it thunks itself into the wooden floor below. You don't dare look back at Dean. You curl yourself up as best as possible granted the size of your stomach won't let you pull your knees to your chest.

You collapse onto your bed facing your pillows, you sob into them and hold one tight to your face in a feeble attempt to hide yourself. You feel Dean sit next to you on the bed, and he begins to stroke your back in soothing motions. His effortless acts of kindness make you break more. You feel the onset of a nasty headache forming, from the intensity of your sobbing. You can barely make out Dean telling Sam to bring a first aid kit and water. Dean shushes you and continues to stroke your back and your arm.

"You don't have to tell me anything. Just take deep breaths, 'kay? Here, I'll do it too." He breathes deep in and out, hard enough to be audible. Why was he so nice to me all of a sudden?? You begin to feel numb, and you weren't sure if this was from the emotional break down or the blood loss. Had you cut too deep this time? Sam returns with the first aid kit. You note its metal clink on the bedside table. You unbury your face from your pillow only to get a breath of fresh air. You don't look at Dean or Sam. You couldn't. Dean thanks his younger brother for the glass of water and the kit.  

"Can you give us a minute Sammy?" Dean asks.

"Sure. As long as you need." Sam confirms and you hear the heavy footed thuds of his boots exit your room. Dean does something that you don't expect. He lays down on his side, with you. Spooning up against your form. You mentally whack yourself in the head, he's getting his jeans all bloody, that you're sure of. He continues to stroke your arm softly. He hooks his chin into the nook of your shoulder.

"Whenever you're ready. I'm all ears." He tells you, the gentleness in his tone brings you to tears again. You weep silently. Was this really happening? You don't budge or say a word as sleep takes you over and you feel so amazingly content. You melt into the rhythmic breaths that Dean takes. The act soothes you into dreamland. For the first time in a while you think, I want to wake up to him next to me. And you swear you smile in your slumber.

End part 1.

*criticism is taken constructively.

*comments are golden.

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