#super hard to narrow down cries but i tried

[winterxfalls]

BEJEWELLED - s. geto

cw. gn!reader but reader uses makeup? that’s about it i think

notes. not beta read, pre-hidden inventory ig?? super short geto drabble that i wrote at midnight, i can’t write endings, first post 🫶

geto suguru has never been able to say no to you - it’s just something he can’t ever bring himself to do. like when you’d gotten up in the middle of watching in the middle of an adbreak, and returned with a makeup palette and a hopeful expression.

“stop moving your head.” you hiss, grabbing his chin to make him face you. an eyeliner pencil in one hand, and the other struggling to force him to keep his head still. “you’ll mess up the eyeliner.”

“i’ll stop moving when you stop trying to stab my eye out.” you roll your eyes, muttering something about how he’s overreacting and ordering him to close his eyes again. he obliges, just like he always does, and tries his best to not mess up your hard work. he had seen how hard you were concentrating to get it perfect (he’d accidentally opened his eyes a number of times) and he’d heard you muttering about how you’d could’ve done a full face of makeup in the time it took you to do just the eyeshadow.

“there. done.” he relaxes again, thankful that it was over. the adbreak had finished long ago, and the show almost had at this point too - but when he’d pointed this out, he was told it was because he was being difficult. again.

“can i see?”

“no. i’m not finished.”

“you just said done.” he heard you click your tongue, and heard a rustling, probably you grabbing something else from the pile you’d created in the space next to you.

“with your eyeliner. now we can do mascara, and then your eyes will be done.” he opens his eyes and watches as you remove the spoolie from the tube. an action that makes your tough six-foot-three curse-fighting boyfriend recoil at an amazing speed.

“what the fuck are you going to do with that?”

“put it on your eyelashes.”

“you’ll rip them out.” you sigh at his dramatics, leaning forwards just as suguru reaches out to keep you an arms length away. “if you try now, you’ll probably just ruin all the other makeup.”

you put the spoolie back, watching as he sheepishly removes his hand. there was definitely a way to convince him to let you ‘rip out’ his eyelashes, but you hadn’t quite figured it out yet. “i use this almost daily, it really isn’t that bad.”

“what if it isn’t used to my eyelashes?”

“eyelashes are eyelashes, sugu.” he shakes his head, absolutely adamant that you’re actually trying to murder him with the maybelline sky-high in your hand. “i bet satoru would let me do his eyelashes.”

“satoru almost cried when one eyelash fell out. he wouldn’t let you near them.”

“what if i tell shoko you’re afraid of mascara?”

he narrows his eyes at you before shaking his head. “you’re not that mean,” both of you knew shoko would never let him live it down if she ever found out.

just like that time she found out nine-year-old satoru was afraid of bees because he thought they were robots (he claimed his six eyes told him), or that time she found out twelve-year-old satoru refused to go to the circus because he was scared of the magicians pulling birds out of their hats. the latest addition to the list was that time about two weeks ago when satoru screamed at grandma who jumpscared him by sitting next to him at a bus stop.

“really? well, let me get my phone—”

“about that mascara, i think it will really complete the look.”

you grinned as you opened the mascara again, leaning forward. “keep your eyes open.”

“if you stab me in the eye i’ll tell satoru that you were the one who told shoko about the robot bees.” you hum gently, ignoring his threat as you complete the eye look, leaning back and admiring your hard work. “done yet?”

“soon. i just think you need some lipstick too.” you grab one of the three from the pile, just to have him take it away and put it back.

“i don’t think that shade will match my complexion.”

“since when were you an expert on what’s good and what isn’t?”

“since i sat for twenty minutes watching you do my makeup.” he picks up a different shade (your usual one) and holds it up. “use this one.” you snatch it from him in fake annoyance and apply the shade to his lips. watching with satisfaction as he takes a mirror and admires his reflection. “better than i expected.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

“last time i let someone do my makeup i looked like the lovechild of a drag queen and a clown.”

you tilt your head, trying to guess who would manage that. “satoru?”

“satoru.”

“hey, suguru! where are you?” speak of the devil and he shall appear. uninvited and unexpected. the latter being clear by the absolute horror that adorns suguru’s now very very pretty face.

“why is he here?”

you shrug. “gave him the keys once, he never actually returned them.”

“yo, there you are…” satoru trails off as he stares at his best friend for a while, absolute silence on both ends. for a second, you wonder if it looks bad, but then the sound of a camera shutter and the rapidly receding footsteps assure you that you did absolutely perfect.

#mai.writings #geto x reader #geto x you #geto fluff #suguru x reader #suguru x you #jujutsu kaisen

[seas-of-silver]

First Sentence, Then Scene: “I know your secret.” Lila said as she pinned Marinette to the wall.

Just a lil warning that I touch on anxiety and dealing with that... emotional feedback (I guess you could call it?) of being in a high intensity situation with your bully/source of anxiety.

~/~

'I know your secret,' Lila said as she pinned Marinette to the wall. Marinette wriggled, but Lila's grasp didn't budge.

'What secret?' Marinette asked, still trying to loosen Lila's grip. 'I don't have any secrets.' Lila tsked, shaking her head in mock disappointment before smirking up at her with a devious glint in her eyes. 'Playing innocent, I see...'

The Italian's tone sent shivers up Marinette's spine, but made sure she gave no indication of how the girl's words affected her.

'The only one "playing innocent" here is you,' Marinette spat. 'Everyone thinks you're so kind and sweet, but you're like the devil in disguise.'

'Hah! You flatter me,' Lila purred, 'but I am not the Devil- well, not yet, anyway.'

Marinette's eyes narrowed.

'See, the problem with you angelic types is that you're too honest for your own good,' Lila said, voice heavy with faux concern that made Marinette want to grind her teeth. 'Too kind, too generous, too self-sacrificing. You would do anything for a friend, and expect nothing in return.'

This was pressing on all of Marinette's buttons. She knew what the true purpose was of these words, and yet-

'And that is why you'll always lose to someone like me,' Lila finished with a devilish grin.

'You know what your problem is?' Marinette snapped. 'That attitude. Those lies. I know you can't help it, you're born this way, but the thing is you could be so much more than this.'

She couldn't help but take satisfaction in the way Lila's eyes widened ever so subtly.

'You have an incredible talent, and an even more incredible mind - you could be truly amazing if you wanted to be, but you don't, so you're not. You lie, you cheat, you play these twisted games, wasting your time and energy on things and people that do not matter to you - and for what? To get me down? To hurt me? We both know that you're targeting me with all this, for some minor disagreement long-since forgotten- which, let's be honest, doesn't justify all that you've done since then. I've tried to make amends, to help you, to do what I can to build bridges, but you burn them every time, turning away any offers I made so that you could keep that flame burning within you. You think that everything that makes me who I am makes me weak to the likes of you, but in reality-' Marinette forced her hands free from Lila's weakened grip, '-that's why you'll never win against someone like me.'

'Aaaand cut!' Nino cried, leaping out of his director's chair, his hand clutching his cap as his arms waving excitedly. 'That was electric! That was super tense and believable and ohhhhh, I knew this "angels and demons hidden amongst humans" theme was going to work! And you two! Man, I could not have cast more awesome people for these roles!'

'You're welcome, by the way,' Alya lightheartedly sing-songed from behind him, grinning happily.

'Yeah, okay, I owe you an Andre's ice-cream, but if this take is as good as it was in person, I am buying you ice-cream every day for a month!' Nino promised before dashing off to look at the take.

'Whew! It was sooo hard being so mean!' Lila fibbed, earning her some comments on how fantastic of an actor she was by their fellow classmates. With Lila sufficiently distracted, Marinette let out a shaky breath, the adrenaline pumping through her body making her fidgety and unsettled.

'Hey,' Adrien greeted gently as he approached her, placing a hand on her shoulder as he handed her a glass of water, 'you did fantastically out there.'

They both knew the real meaning behind his words.

'Are you okay?' he asked.

"I know your secret." Lila's line echoed in her mind, Lila's expression - and the way it scared her - haunted her. It was like she really knew...

'Yeah... but also... no?' Marinette answered. She wasn't entirely sure he'd understand what she meant, but he nodded like he did. 'The acting bit, I'm fine with, but her? It's... she's...'

'Overwhelming?' he prompted. 'Like suddenly, it's all too real, and it's hard to remember where you are and what you're doing.'

She nodded. He understood.

'I felt like that every time Dad was at a photoshoot,' Adrien admitted. 'Despite him being my father, he's this intimidating, powerful, incredibly critical figure that with one look can pull my performance- can pull me apart, and make me feel vulnerable in such a way that I feel like a kitten backed into a corner, trembling in front of this towering, snarling dog, and it always made me want to run and hide. But I had to fight through it, push through, pretend I had everything under control when I didn't feel like that at all, and let myself decompress once I was alone and safe in my room.'

Marinette's heart ached for Adrien, while also taking comfort in knowing she wasn't alone in feeling this way. Any other time, she might've felt guilty for taking comfort in such a painful thing, but she was too rattled right now. Instead, she silently hugged him, ignoring the stinging of tears forming in her eyes as she wrapped her arms around him, careful not to spill the water in the glass she was still holding as he hugged her back.

In his arms, she felt safe, and the world around them faded away as she let the adrenaline run its course and bleed out of her system, knowing he'd catch her if she fell. She ignored Nino's cries of a perfect one-take wonder, she ignored Lila's grandstanding to their peers, she ignored the clicking of phone cameras. She was in her own bubble within Adrien's arms, and all she could hear was the sounds of their breaths and his steady heartbeat against her ear.

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Ask game: Give me the first sentence and I'll write a short piece for it!

#I wanted to have a bit of a twist and then make it like a real life Lila v Marinette #like all cool as if Lila knew and Marinette knew she knew and it was the prelude of a show-down #but then anxiety stepped into the scene uninvited #and then this bittersweet hurt/comfort decided to tag along for the ride #not where I thought I'd go with this #but I'm happy with it I reckon! #anon request #seasofsilver writes #ml season 5 spoilers #ehhh but only a little bit though #miraculous ladybug #ml #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #lovesquare #adrinette #adrienette #pre-reveal #alya cesaire #nino lahiffe #lila rossi #anxiety #tw: anxiety #tw: dealing with the affects of bullying/anxiety #hurt/comfort #a little bit angsty #first sentence then scene #ask game

[mad4turtles]

Hi 🙂 Loved your work over on Ao3, so I thought I'd shoot my shot at a rottmnt fic request!I had an idea for a prompt that has a premise like

• Takes place in the future timeline.

• I hc that CJ probably had at least ONE super rebellious moment in his younger years. I mean he's a child raised by both Cassandra Jones and the Hamatos 😂

• Casey Jr is still young enough that he's not allowed on missions

I can imagine CJ really pushing to start going on missions after witnessing the aftermath of one gone very bad. He just wants to be more useful & be able to protect his family like they always protect him and aid the Resistance. Casey and Leo probably get into it on the topic of Casey going on missions cause Leo is both his sensei AND one of his primary parental figures. CJ wants, Leo definitely does not want.

CJ sneaks out anyway to prove a point & scares the crap out of the fam. CJ runs into some trouble, maybe gets only mildly hurt, but scared & definitely learned an important lesson. Leo and the squad pull up ready to annihilate x5 cause their kid is the thing that's in danger. Some much needed, healthy heart to heart between Leo and CJ after everyone is safe and any wounds are treated. Cause their bond has me in a chokehold 🥹

Thank you for offering up request! Super awesome if this prompt is do-able for you!

... anon. my friend, my good pal. Do you know what you have done to me?

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR AN EXCUSE TO LION KING THE HELL OUT OF THESE TURTLES AND YOU HAVE GRANTED MY WISH. I salute you!

This is a two-parter because I got 9 pages in and really didn't want to rush this. I was having far too much fun!

Enjoy Part 1 XD

(EDIT: PART 2 IS HERE)

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brave when i have to be

“Absolutely not.”

And really, Casey should have expected it. Even so, his jaw drops. “What?! Why?!”

Master Hamato Leonardo, leader of the only Resistance faction in the remains of Merica, and Casey's godfather, plants his hands on his hips and sighs. “We've been over this a thousand times, CJ—”

“But sensei,” Casey interrupts, stepping forward and clutching Uncle Tello's chainsaw hockey stick tight to his chest, “I can help! I'm not as strong as you, but I can still hold my own! I can scout, carry supplies back to base, or—or anything besides sitting around down here doing nothing while everyone else—!”

“I sincerely hope you're not just 'sitting around down here doing nothing' when there is plenty of training you could be doing and studying you can be catching up on,” Uncle Leo—no, Sensei right now—shoots back with an arched brow, frowning. At Casey's silent squirming, he leans forward with narrowed eyes that the boy avoids. "Don't think I haven't noticed. I got word from your dear Uncle Tello that your most recent test scores were, ah, disappointing.”

“Snitch,” Casey whines, scowling at the floor. 

Sensei leans back with another sigh, massaging his wrinkled brow with his prosthetic hand. Casey tries not to stare and fails. 

“Look, bud,” Sensei says, “Your heart is in the right place. You want to help, prove yourself and all that jazz, and you've come a long way. I mean that. But you're still young. Hell, even I wasn't going out fighting bad guys when I was your age; I was hot-wiring cars with Don for joyrides, vandalizing corporate office buildings—shitty teenage boy stuff that we thought was cool. Right now, that's all I want from you; to be safe down here, doing shitty teenage boy stuff while you still can. And keeping up with your training and studies, too, that's kinda important.”

Casey rolls his eyes. “Kinda hard to do that stuck down here, but whatever...” he mutters.

 Sensei's eye twitches. “Okay, I know I just said you should be a shitty teen, but that attitude right now is no bueno, niñito.”

“I'm not a little boy anymore, Sensei!” Casey cries. “I can take care of myself! I can fight, just like you! This is what you trained me for, isn't it?! To fight the Krang and save our world! I can help, why won't you let me—?!”

“Because you're not ready, dammit!” Sensei snaps, and Casey almost jumps. The slider lets out another breath, muttering what sounds like a prayer for patience. “You're not ready, Case. The Krang are stronger than all of us—I can barely stand to send your uncles and aunt up there, you think I wanna drag you along and watch you get—”

“I'm not weak, Sensei!”

“I'm not saying that, don't put words into my mouth—”

“Well, you're sure implying it!”

“Again, you can knock off that attitude—jeez, I sound like my Dad—”

“I'm not a baby, Sensei!” Casey stomps his foot. Yes, it's childish, but damn it, his Sensei won't listen. “You can't shelter me from everything!”

“You're really gonna make me say it. You're really gonna make me pull that card, aren't you.”

Casey bristles, his chest hot. “Don't—“

“Your mother left me with a responsibility to look after you, kid,” Sensei cuts in like a knife, prodding a metal finger in Casey's chest where his mother's mask is tucked against his shirt. “I promised her that I'd watch over you if the worst ever happened. And guess what, it did. And if you think for a second that I'm gonna break that promise over your stupid-ass death wish—!”

Eyes stinging and hot, Casey slaps the metal hand away and screams, “To hell what you think, you're not my father!”

Silence. 

Casey hears a leaky pipe dripping, his own thundering heartbeat. He looks up. His Sensei's face is slack with shock—and a hint of hurt—as he stares at Casey. For what feels like forever, they just stare at each other.

Casey wants to take it back—he needs to take it back because none of that was even remotely true or fair. It was mean, and Casey Jones Jr is a lot of things but he's not mean. That's not how he was raised, in part by the very turtle standing before him. He has to take it back.

But while Casey isn't mean, he is every inch his mother in her stubbornness, so he locks his jaw.

Sensei's expression goes blank. The slider takes a step back, drawing a deep breath that's barely steady, shoulders squared and shit. Casey should've taken it back. 

“... You're right,” Sensei says, his voice hard and cold. “You're right. I'm not your father. But I am your teacher and your superior officer, and as long as you're living under my layer of earth and metal, you'll obey my rules. You can start by reporting to the mess hall to cover Dan on dish duty, then you can take yourself straight to your quarters for the rest of the evening. Tee-ell-dee-arr, this discussion is over, and your ass is grounded.”

Casey chokes. “W-What?!”

"Uh-huh. For a month."

"What?!"

“You heard me. Think of this as your punishment for your insubordination and disrespect.”

“Kutabare.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You can't just—!”

“Keep it up and see what happens, I am being so serious right now.”

Casey meets his Sensei glare for glare. Ultimately, stubbornness aside, Casey relents first, scowling at the floor. “... Yessir,” he bites out.

Sensei nods curtly. “Good. Dismissed.” 

Casey turns on his heel and storms out of Sensei's room, hissing under his breath the whole way to the mess hall. 

(He doesn't hear his Sensei's hitched sigh or see the trembling hand that covers his face as he sits heavily on the bed.)

~0o0~

It's a stupid, stupid idea. 

But his Sensei always told him to trust his gut and follow his heart—it's his greatest strength—and Casey's heart is screaming at him to help. 

This isn't for him—not entirely. It's for everyone who comes home beaten and bloody, hope crumbling with every defeat. It's for the ones who never come back—for his Mom and Uncle Raph, who loved him, all of them, enough to stay behind and die with a war cry and a smile. It's for his Sensei, still recovering from losing his arm.

I'm doing this for them, he thinks as he slips his mask on, putting all his training to use as he sticks to the shadows, creeping along the edge of the crowd of foragers before slipping into an empty crate. His heart pounds in his ribcage, ears ringing as he feels the crate start to move, mechanical wheels squeaking as the squad move out through the tunnels. 

I'm not weak. I'm not defenceless. I can do this. I can help.

~0o0~

Casey doesn't go to the surface often. Uncle Tello used to bring him up to try and find the stars when the pollution wasn't as dense, lifting him and pointing out the constellations they could see from their hiding spot. Master Michelangelo brought him once to fly him over the ruins of New York, and show him what had once been a bustling city full of people; Casey still can't wrap his head around that many people existing in one space without a care.

But that was years ago.

Casey can still find his way back to base. He has the evacuation routes memorized down to the last detail, and Master Michelangelo had left mystic markings to lead lost ones back home, near invisible unless you knew what to look for—

“Or if you're family,” he'd said with a grin and wink. “Then you won't just see it. You'll feel it. The pull of home.”

Now, as Casey wanders the wasteland of what used to be Lower Manhattan, he wishes he could feel that pull. Leaving the foraging troop to scout ahead for danger was not one of his better ideas. Especially when they didn't know you had tagged along, and they move on without you. 

If I don't die out here, I'm dead when I get back, Casey thinks as he crouches behind the wreckage of a vehicle buried in the ruins, trying not to panic and mostly failing.

Sensei had lost his arm in their most recent mission. He'd barely made it back alive, Commander O'Neil dragging him on her back, ragged, burnt and losing blood fast. They were among the seven survivors from the raid that had left with seventeen. 

It was close. They'd had a replacement ready in time, but it was. Too. Close. 

Casey had already lost his mom. He can barely remember her voice now. He can't lose Uncle Leo. He can't lose anyone else because he can't protect them. He can't. He won't. 

Still, he thinks as he curls up into a ball to fight the chill sweeping across the landscape, you probably should've listened.

“What do we have here?”

Casey's heart skips. 

Shit.

Instinct saves him as he rolls out of the way right as the robotic claws of a Krang suit obliterate his shelter. 

The dust clears, revealing the glowing, delighted eyes of the creature piloting the mech suit looming over him. Jagged teeth flash in the red glare of the mech's singular eye as the Krang grins down at the boy trembling at its feet.

Casey gapes behind his mask. He'd gone out looking for trouble, and it finds him in the form of—

“Krang Subprime!”

Subprime cackles. “That's right! I see that my reputation precedes me. About damn time, too!”

Casey's heard enough stories and reports to know how dangerous Subprime is. Responsible for leading the charge that had wiped out Asia and melted the icecaps, he's Krang Prime's right hand for a reason. 

He'd gotten the drop on the raid team in the last mission. He'd taken Uncle Leo's arm. And now he's found Casey. Alone. 

Casey can't beat him. He'll die out here, and no one will know until it's too late.

You should've listened.

But Subprime has a weakness. A glaring one that most Krang don't seem to have. All Casey needs to do is exploit it, buy himself some time. He won't win, but he'll live. And get this asshole back for nearly killing his Uncle. Maybe. Hopefully.

Spirits, please let this work.

“Not really,” he says, surprised when his voice doesn't shake like the rest of him. “Everyone thinks you're freaking annoying, nothing compared to Prime. My Uncle says your all bark, no balls.”

Subprime's eyes pop open wide, mouth gaping like a fish. Casey considers laughing.

(His one weakness: his ego is fragile as hell.)

“You—You little shit!” he squawks, stomping closer and leaning down until he's face to wrinkled, pink face with Casey, eyes blazing. Casey holds his position, gripping his weapon tight in one hand, holding his breath against the stink of Krang flesh and dripping saliva. 

“I should vaporize your sorry butt right freaking here, you disrespectful waste of flesh! Sure, Prime may be our leader, but I'm the tactical mastermind, y'hear me! I'm the reason we've come this far in taking over this planet! I'm the brains in the outfit—!”

“Literally though,” Casey grins, shifting ever so slightly on his back. Rocks and metal dig into his back, and he does his best to ignore it. He has never been this close to a living Krang, and he's scared shitless, but he can't falter. He can still get away. He can still live. “I mean, You are a giant brain thing in a mech suit, so...”

“Shut up! You talk more than that dumb blue turtle with the fancy sword.” Then Subprime grins, slow and vicious. “Speaking of which, how is he? Last I saw, he was bleedin' out pretty bad after I bit his arm off. Never heard him scream like that. It was music to my ears.” He licks his lips. “His blood tasted delightful.”

Casey wants to be sick. He wants to kill this disgusting son of a bitch more than he's ever wanted anything in his life. 

Keep your cool, Case, Sensei's voice echoes in his ears. Anger is a dangerous ally when it's not focused. Sharpen it. Give it form. 

Casey breathes in. 

“Aw, got nothin' to say, pipsqueak?” Subprime chuckles, slamming a metal hand beside Casey's head, caging him in. “Now, you've got two options. You can spend the rest of your worthless life in our labour camp, or go ahead and make your last request. If nothing else, it'll be entertaining. I do enjoy the way you humans beg for mercy.”

Casey breathes out. 

“In that case, I have one request if you would kindly grant it,” he says softly. 

Subprime chortles and leans in, jagged teeth dripping. “I'm all ears.” 

“Could you scream in agony like a little girl bleeding from the face?”

Subprime blinks. “Could I what—?”

Casey thrusts his roaring chainsaw into Subprime's left eye. 

Subprime screeches and rears back, metal hand cradling his bleeding face. “YOU—YOU SON OF A—!”

Casey is already running, leaping over and ducking under debris and wreckages from a time long gone. 

For my Sensei, you dusty bitch!

He can hear Subprime giving chase, moving faster than anything Casey can hope to outpace. But he has size on his side, and he squeezes through tight gaps between collapsed buildings and pipework, crawling through a gaping fissure in the ground leading to the sewer system. Far too big and down an eye, Subprime struggles to catch up, bellowing and hissing after Casey as he brute forces his way through the rubble and vines, claws just catching the frayed hem of Casey's cape.

“Shit—!” Casey stumbles, careening into a wall slick with Krang slime and—a familiar smell that Casey doesn't want to think about too much as he bolts down through the tunnel, feet and heart pounding. He'd thought—hoped—blinding the bastard would've slowed him down. 

“Wretched brat! I'll tear you limb from limb, you insignificant—!”

“Can't catch me, bitch!” Casey screams back, scrambling up a rusty ladder that leads back to the surface. Adrenaline pumps through him like electricity, and he all but punches the sewer grate, barely feeling the pain in his busted knuckles, crawling out into the open. 

He remembers this street; it leads to the Hudson Cross—from there, he can find Uncle Mikey's runes. He can get home—

“Gotcha!”

Cold, solid metal slams Casey into the asphalt, pinning him face down. His hockey stick flies from his grip, skidding out of reach. The breath leaves him in a painful rush, he can't even cry out as one claw pierces his shoulder. Warmth pools under his shirt and drips onto the concrete, sticky and wet.

No.

“Heh... hehe,” Subprime's wheezing laughter over Casey's head feels like a blade against his neck, honed, ready and aching to swing. “Thought you could get away, did ya?”

No, please. 

He can't help it. Casey sniffles, tears leaking through his eyelids as he squeezes them shut.

I was so close.

“Awww, what's this? Tears? Gimme a Krangin' break!” Subprime presses harder. Casey chokes on a sob as his bones creak in protest. “What's next, you gonna call mommy and daddy to come save you from the big, mean old Krang-y? Ha! Should'a thought of that before ya blinded me, you freakin' pest!”

Help. Somebody, please, Sensei—

“Forget the labour camp.” Subprime tightens his grip and lifts Casey's limp, bleeding body off the ground. “I'm gonna enjoy smashing you to a bloody pulp instead!”

Help me, please! Da—

“Put. Him. Down.”

Casey's eyes snap open.

Subprime's grin falls. “Huh—?”

A flash of green, and a blade slices Subprime's arm from his shoulder. 

Casey's falling for half a heartbeat before two strong arms pluck him from the air. His stomach swoops as he scrambles for purchase on—he squints—Uncle Tello's shoulders as they zip across the street on the propellers of Tello's battle shell. “Oh my god!” he cries.

“Not quite,” Uncle Tello quips as he skids across the broken street and sticks the landing. His purple visor flickers to life across his eyes, analysing Casey's from head to toe. He doesn't put him down. “Are you alright?”

Casey's knuckles are broken on his right hand. His shoulder and nose are still oozing blood, and his body feels like one giant bruise from that chokeslam into the ground. He can hear Sensei and Commander O'Neil holding an enraged Subprime back behind them, and his heart feels ready to leave his body with how hard it's beating. Other than that—

“I-I'm okay,” he stammers. He sniffs, swiping his unbroken hand under his nose. “I'm—I'm okay.”

Uncle Tello doesn't look convinced. “Can you stand?” he asks anyway. Casey nods, and Uncle Tello sets him down carefully. He keeps one strong arm draped around Casey's shoulders, bringing the other up to speak into his vambrace, his tone clipped and urgent. “Nardo, April, I've got him. A little banged up, but nothing serious. I've also got a pack of Krang Hounds incoming from the south, ETA two minutes. Sister is with them and seems to be in a good mood. Much as I want to carve the innards out of Subpar here, we gotta book it.”

Casey gulps. Subprime is one thing, but he never wants to meet the Sister. 

He looks over his shoulder—and chokes when he sees Master Leonardo standing on top of Subprime's fallen mech, sword poised over his bloody eye. He can't see the slider's face, but his voice carries across the empty street, cold and dark and nothing at all like the man he knows—

“Don't. Touch. My boy.”

And then he carves Subprime's eyeball out of the socket, tossing it across the street. 

Subprime wails in agony, thrashing on the ground and narrowly missing Commander O'Neil as she slides neatly under his flailing leg, nabbing Casey's weapon as she sprints over to them, Master Leonardo not far behind. 

“Get going!” she shouts. 

Casey doesn't need telling twice and runs like a bat out of hell, not daring to look back. Uncle Tello, who can run (or fly) rings around Casey any day, sticks close to his side. Commander O'Neil draws up on his right, leaving his Master at the rear, boxing Casey in.

“How're we gonna get back to base before they get here?!” he cries. He can hear the barking and howling already, getting louder, closer.

His aunt grins. “Same way we got here so fast!”

Ahead, golden light explodes like a star against the twilight, leaving a mystic ring of blessed orange in its wake. 

Master Michelangelo hovers above it, winking. “All aboard the Mikey Express, leaving now!”

“Impeccable timing, little brother!” Uncle Tello crows. Casey wants to cry. 

They all leap through the mystic portal right as the first Hound rounds the corner of a building. Michelangelo zips through last and shuts it with a swipe of his hands, plunging them into darkness and silence save for their panting.

They're back in the tunnels. They're home.

Casey drops his head with a shuddering breath, leaning back into Michelangelo's steadying hands on his shoulders. It stings, but it's grounding. He can breathe. It's over.

Then he lifts his head to look at the back of his Sensei's shell, sees his clenched fists and thinks it is far from over.

“Leonardo,” Uncle Tello approaches the slider, one hand reaching out. “It's fine. It's fine, we are all fine, so I need you to do me a solid and breathe—”

Sensei slowly turns his head to face Uncle Tello, and even Commander O'Neil takes a step back at the frigid rage swirling in his eyes. Michelangelo inhales sharply through his nose, gently pulling Casey closer. Uncle Tello doesn't flinch, meeting his twin's glare evenly. Eventually, he backs off with raised hands. 

Then Sensei turns to Casey, and Casey wilts under his stare. He's pissed.

Somehow, Casey finds his voice. “...um... Sensei, I—”

“You. Deliberately disobeyed me,” Master Leonardo says lowly, and oh god, he's not pissed. He is livid. 

Casey shrinks back against Michelangelo's chest, his grip the one thing keeping his knees from folding under him. “Sensei, I'm—I'm sorry—”

“Medbay. Now.” 

Master Leonardo marches past them, brisk and tense, a silent threat that they should follow if they want to live. 

Uncle Tello and Commander O'Neil share a look that Casey can't translate. Then Uncle Tello sighs, his expression crumpling for the first time as he buries his face in his hands. This close, Casey can see how much they're shaking. 

Casey's gut twists viciously with guilt. 

Commander—no—Aunt April pats Uncle Tello's shoulder firmly with one hand, the other pulling back his frayed purple hood. “It's alright, Don," she says. "Casey's here. Leo's here. We're all here." 

Uncle Tello's breath shudders out of him. His head still in his hands, his snout twists as he nods.

Aunt April smiles ruefully, patting the soft shell's arm again. "Go. Take care of yourself, Dee. We'll handle things here.”

Uncle Tello responds with another nod, making Casey's innards twist even more as he watches him go. 

Then Aunt April sighs, looking at Uncle Mikey and cocking her head after Master Leonardo. The mystic warrior nods back and ushers Casey forward, not letting him go.

“Don't worry, little man,” he says softly, pressing his beak into Casey's mangled hair. Like he's trying to convince himself that Casey's here at all. “We'll patch you up first, then we can rest. It's... it's been a long day.”

Tell me about it, Casey almost says. Instead—“'M really sorry, Uncle Mike...”

His Uncle sighs into his hair before pressing a kiss to his crown. “I know you are, little man. But I'm not really the guy you should be apologizing to.”

Casey gulps.

I think I might've had better chances with Subprime.

---

Part 2 coming soon!

(Feel free to send more requests <;3)

#rottmnt #my writing #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles the movie #future leo #casey jones jr #hoooo boy casey is IN for it y'all #i also HAD to use Subprime i miss that son of a bitch

[puella-peanut]

any ideas for a silverusso involving super hot crackerjack!terry and precious baby daniel/teddy from cuba and his teddy bear?

Terry Silver’s an undercover narcotics officer with a taste for cocaine on the sly. But when he catches wind of several rogue drug deals that a low life, illiterate drug dealer has run too close to his neighborhood of choice—he sets out to investigate. 

But one day early into the hunt, on the fire escape of a crumbling brownstone on the Lower East Side—instead of an uneducated man with a penchant for a hustle, Terry runs into a child. A teenager, really. And the sweetest boy he’s ever seen. All shaggy, dark hair, matching eyes. Plump lips. But there's an ugly bruise on his thin cheek. The remains of a scar puckered on his forehead.

He’s not much more than sixteen. 

He’s terrified. 

Their eyes meet for just a moment, across soot and stairs. Curiosity and fear. Before and after. 

Not even a second later, the boy tries to make a run for it, his sneakers slamming into a dirty puddle at the start of what could have been a sprint—except that Terry’s too fast for him. Too tall, too strong. Too ready. 

Too much. 

He reaches, turning as he does so the kid slams against the alleyway wall. Crying out pitifully as his narrow back crashes into dirty brick, and shaking so hard that Terry simply holds him there like that, against the graffiti swear words scrawled high as if to challenge god. Moments pass, rats scuttling between them towards the overflowing garbage nearby. The boy is reduced to shivers, then to the occasional twitch. On the street, grimy, shifty-eyed people walk by either unaware, or unconcerned. In Terry’s arms, the kid eventually manages to hold himself very still, face deathly white. As if willing himself to vanish. Curl up into the air and take to the sky like the foul smoke from neighboring factories. Or a bird. 

Terry’s grasp on him tightens.

He feels the bone shift and flesh stir, and the boy comes alive again; cheeks flushing red, a whimper that shouldn't be pretty but is, spilling from his slender throat. Terry presses into him at that, inhaling the scent of fresh cigarette smoke and something more foul, desperate—and then his hand sharply rolls up an arm of the kid’s jean-jacket. The faded sleeve of the old red sweatshirt under. He holds up a scrawny arm to the scrutiny of his eyes, to the judgement of a cold winter sun. The boy’s pretty face crumples like paper. 

Track marks. Scratches. A scar from the jagged edge of a switchblade. 

Bruises so dark they’re almost black. 

Terry breaths out, slowly. Breath fogging into unspoken ghosts between them. 

Heroin, of course. Child abuse a given. The boy’s too slight and timid for brawling, though. Bullying? Easy target, this one. But underage sex work? Child prostitution? For fuck’s sake. Surely…

Terry studies him again. The long lashes. The delicate line of his clavicle. The fragile, breakable beauty of him.

A looker. 

And on these streets—a victim. 

“Name, kid?” Terry asks finally. 

“I…I wasn’t doing nothin’, I promise, Officer, I, I’m just—“

“Name. Now.”

The boy swallows. Sniffles. A tear runs down the side of his nose. There's salt in the air, cold sweat on skin. Pain.  

“D…Daniel. Sir," he whispers.

That’s all it takes. 

...

Terry Silver’s an undercover narcotics officer with a taste for cocaine on the sly. But when he catches wind of several rogue drug deals that a low life, illiterate drug dealer has run too close to his neighborhood of choice—he sets out to investigate. 

...But what starts off as just a run of the mill drug bust very quickly turns into something more. Terry says he won't get involved, he can’t. Shouldn’t. Just catch the dealer, get the kid off the streets. Foster care, GED. A child psychologist. End this shit, let him go. Go back to black coffee and blacker toast. His daily white line of cocaine. Out of tune pianos and the creaky kneelers of Saint Patrick's down on Coogan. Return to his lonely apartment after hunting down criminals past midnight on the mean streets, just to wake up at five come next morning to do it all again. 

But he can't forget the trembling body he should never have touched. That sweet voice that sang for him so prettily when he carved the boy into his bed. The warm, slender hands tangled in his hair. Those pleading doe-eyes—pleading for what? Drugs? Protection? A lingering hold? Terry himself?

Terry knows he shouldn’t. 

He should keep away from this boy. He’s better than this, isn’t he? He only slipped that one time. Twice, goddamnit. He couldn’t help himself. One look into those fathomless eyes, one taste of that sweet mouth—and he falls. Away from his better judgement, right into Daniel’s welcoming body. Doing exactly to the boy what he said he was going to save him from. After a while, he can’t even bring himself to let it bother him. If it ever truly bothered him in the first place. 

Terry knows that broken boy in his arms, in his bed—is his. And if he’s got to break him more to keep him that way—so be it, then. 

So be it. 

#silverusso #terry silver #daniel larusso #cuba and his teddy bear #in which i chase paper cuts #sweep the leg

[lewisthot]

Angry or like argument/make up sex w lewis but it’s super soft and he’s keeps apologising wanting to make up to you

this got a little out of hand, hope you like it!

you and lewis had been dating for a while now so you knew he had a busy schedule and when he said he couldn't be with you on your birthday you were understanding but when he didn't call you or even message you at all? well, now you were pissed off. he tried to call you the next day, sending you multiple messages but you just ignored them all. you weren't just angry but upset and you weren't ready to talk to him yet. after a few days, he finally let up or so you thought. you heard a knock at your front door and looking at the time you were confused it was late. you looked through the peephole to see lewis standing there with a bouquet of flowers, you stood there for a minute contemplating what to do.

'y/n? come on i know you're there'  you sighed opening the door, 'what are you doing here?' 'well if you answered my calls or texts...let me in please' you stepped aside, pacing across the room waiting to hear his excuses. putting the flowers down, he grabbed your arm stilling you.

'you already knew i was upset about you not being here for my birthday but am i not even worth a text? and if you think flowers are gonna make up for it...'

‘i’m sorry sweetheart, i was busy all day and it's not an excuse i just lost track of time.' he pulled you close, stroking your face. 'you're my everything baby, let me make it up to you’

he wrapped his arms around you kissing you deeply. you wanted to fight him, push him off, make him suffer but when his lips pressed against yours you melted against him, unable to resist him. he lifted you up carrying to your bedroom and throwing you on to the bed, he took his time undressing you, kissing along the way.

you sighed, impatient and needy for him. ‘lewis…’

‘i told you i was gonna make it up to you baby’

you were fully naked now, leg wide open, pussy throbbing - lewis stood in between your legs taking in the sight of your glistening pussy. the way his eyes bore into you made your stomach flipped, you felt his exposed especially with him still dressed. when you tried to close your legs, he chuckled holding them open.

‘since when are you shy baby? god, you look beautiful’

‘why am i naked and you still fully dressed?’

‘you’re so impatient, so needy’

you rolled your eyes, leaning up to grab his trousers unzipping them.

‘shut up and fuck me’

he chuckled quickly pulling off his clothes, spitting into his hand he pumped his hard cock - he loved teasing and riling you up, normally he’d make you beg for him but under the circumstances he didn’t wanna push it too far so when you narrowed your eyes at him he knew the teasing was over. he ran his cock along your folds letting out a groan as your juices coated his cock, rubbing his cock against your clit you but your lip arching your back. leaning down he held your face kissing you deeply as he slid into your pussy.

‘fuck you’re always so wet for me baby’

you moaned against his lips, wrapping your legs around him. his thrusts were slow but deep, it felt so good but so torturous. he circled your clit, his other hand grabbing your breast, his lips trailing down your neck.

‘oh fuck lewis…’

you cried out, your arms stretch out back gripping the bed sheets. you clenched your pussy drawing out a loud moan from lewis, his thrusts getting faster, harder, sloppier. he captured your lips again, the kiss was sloppy - a mess both moaning into each other’s mouth as your climax both neared.

‘fuck lewis, im gonna cum, fill me up’

‘cum for baby’

you arched your back as lewis furiously circled your clit, wrapping your arms around him your dug your nails into his back as your reached your climax. you cried out in pleasure, your pussy clenching around his cock lewis reaching his own climax filling you up with seed like you desired. coming down from your high your body went limp, your arms and legs falling to your sides. lewis slowly pulled out of you, admiring the view - your chest heaving as you regulated your breath and his cum dripping out of your hole that continued to flutter around nothing.

‘fuck’ he muttered under his breath, plunging his fingers into your wet hole.

‘lewis!’

you were far too sensitive and it was far too soon not that you really cared, you loved when lewis played with you even if you were spent. he ran his fingers up and down your folds, mixing your juices before finger fucking you some more.

‘cum for me again baby, i know you’ve got it in you’

you chewed on your lip, rocking your hips against his hand as he curled his finger he hit the perfect spot. you screwed your eyes shut, gripping the bed sheets you let out a loud moan as you came once more but before you could come down from your high he stuck his fingers into your mouth, you sucked them off clean moaning as you got a taste of you both. after cleaning you up you both got into bed curling up into him chest, he stroked your hair as he held you tight.

‘i love you so much baby, i’m not even close to making it up to you’

#lewis hamilton smut #lewis hamilton drabble #ask

[elshells]

Get To Know My OC(s)

Tagged by the wonderful @writernopal for this one! Check out her post about her character Fay here, it's a fun and engaging read!

Anyway, I'm super excited to do this! I've decided to use this as an opportunity to introduce y'all to Sophia and Janus from Agent Ace, and show off their dynamic (which I have so much fun writing) by putting them through these questions in the style of an interview/group interrogation. That could be neat, right?

Tagging @thewardenofwinter, @obviousknife, @kittensartswriting, @crowandmoonwriting, @jasmineinthenight, and open tag to anyone else who wishes to participate! Of course, if you've already played this game you're not obligated to do so again, but if you'd like an excuse to introduce your little dudes, I'd love to read about them! <3

You call Janus in first. He enters with a confident stride, taking the seat directly in front of you and acknowledging you with a dip of his head. His black hair is short and clean-cut, though faint stubble lines his upper lip and jawline. There's nothing remarkable about his wardrobe—dark and well-worn, with an earring in his left ear—but beneath his form-fitting shirt and charcoal-gray hoodie, you can tell he is powerfully muscular. You'd been warned to tread lightly with this man, knowing that he was a vigilante. Seeing him now, you don't doubt that for a second.

He catches your eye and gives you a smirk, revealing dimples in his cheeks. But although the gesture is meant to be laid-back, his smile doesn't reach his eyes. He fidgets with a hole in his jeans, and there's a hard glint in his dark eyes. He's on edge—you suspect he doesn't trust you.

A moment later, Sophia steps inside and closes the door behind her. Her brown hair is pulled back into a ponytail, and loose, messy strands frame her face. There's a sharp, somewhat angular shape to her eyes, nose, and jaw, contrasting starkly with her soft olive skin. A thick, gray tactical vest sits over a tight black shirt, and her blue cargo pants are padded at the knees and tucked into the top of her combat boots. You recognize her uniform immediately—you knew she was a Harmont Watch agent, but you weren't necessarily expecting her to show up in gear.

Her gloved hand reaches for her waistband, where you notice an empty gun holster. She pauses and recollects herself before she sits down, though you don't miss the cynical look she casts towards Janus through narrowed eyes. Eventually, she looks to you, indifferent but attentive, and you take this as your cue to begin.

1. Are you named after anyone?

Janus: I chose my name after the Roman god of beginnings, endings, transitions, etcetera, etcetera. What about you, Colbo?

Immediately, his voice catches you off-guard. It's deep, but smooth and velvety, and he could almost be described as soft-spoken. It's a pleasant sound to your ears, for sure.

Sophia: Nope.

Janus: Sure, fair enough. But what about your alias? Please, enlighten us.

Sophia: *sighs deeply* Have you ever played a game of cards?

Janus: Of course they have. The ace has the highest rank, right? What does that say about you?

Sophia: It says we're belaboring the point.

You'd been informed of Sophia's past life as a Guardian, although you don't have many details. You're curious to know more, but her tone is rough and uncompromising. Whether it's Janus that's causing her annoyance, or you, you're unsure. But, for her sake, you move on.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Sophia: During my last mission as a Guardian, the Watch agent I was shadowing got caught in an ambush. I tried to intervene, but I ended up getting hurt. I woke up a couple days later in the medical ward to the news that he didn't survive. That...

She trails off. Her voice is surprisingly matter-of-fact, like such a traumatic memory couldn't possibly shake her. Ironically, it's the split-second smile she flashes you that tells you that that couldn't be further from the truth.

Janus: I don't remember. Next question

His voice is suddenly sharp. You get the sense that he's holding back, and there's a challenging look in his eye. Once again, you figure it's best not to push it.

3. Do you have kids?

Sophia: No, and I'm pretty sure I speak for both of us on that matter. Ahren and I are both on the ace spectrum, but even if we weren't, I don't have time to commit to being a parent, biological or otherwise. And, just to be frank, I would pity Janus' partner and child.

Janus: Uncalled for, I would be an outstanding father. That being said, I don't want kids.

Sophia's jab may have been calculated (though Janus took it with a sense of humor), but you're relieved to see that both of them seem to have relaxed. The tension isn't completely gone, but at least, with this question, you don't feel like you're pushing boundaries.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

Sophia: Sure, if the situation calls for it.

Janus: *scoffs* Who do you think I am?

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Sophia: Usually their expressions. I tend to remember faces first, and the rest comes later. Also, most people don't think to control their reactions, and in my line of work, it's important to make note of that.

Janus: Body language. Tells you a lot about a person.

He gives you a wink and leans back in his chair. What he's supposedly picked up on you, you have no idea.

6. What's your eye color?

Sophia: Hazel.

Janus: Black.

7. Scary Stories or Happy Endings?

Sophia: Scary stories for sure, especially as a kid.

She smiles again—but this time, it's genuine.

Janus: Agreed. Though I'll admit to being a huge sucker for happy endings. It's nice when things actually work out.

8. Any special talents?

Sophia: Marksmanship. I'm an excellent shot.

Janus: There are several, but that's for you to find out.

It's not really an answer, but with the pointed (and admittedly insufferable) look that accompanies it, you're guessing it's the only one he's willing to share. Sophia gives a huff.

Sophia: I can think of a few off the top of my head.

Janus: Hush. That wasn't for you.

9. Where were you born?

Sophia: Harmont. I grew up in a tiny suburb in Skyline, but moved downtown when I joined the Watch.

Janus: I assume I was also born somewhere in the city, but I actually grew up as a lab rat.

Sophia: Wait, really?

Janus: No... of course not.

10. What are your hobbies?

Sophia: Depends on what you define as a hobby. I could talk about target practice again, except that's purely occupational. I do enjoy hiking and swimming, and just being active in general whenever I have some time to myself.

Janus: I have a sword. Leave that up to your imagination.

11. Do you have any pets?

Sophia: No. Ahren and I have talked about adopting in the past, but I wouldn't be able to help take care of it.

Janus: I've pet stray dogs in alleys and on sidewalks. Does that count?

12. What sports do you play/have played?

Sophia: The Guard offers several martial arts classes for different circumstances. I took karate and Taekwondo as a part of my training, and I was also a swimmer in high school.

Janus: I'm more of a jiu-jitsu guy myself, but I learned Muay Thai at the same time, and I've dabbled in both karate and Taekwondo.

Sophia: Doesn't seem wise to spread your focus like that.

Janus: Hey, blame my handler, not me. A vigilante lifestyle is intense. But, speaking of which, I've been doing yoga lately, and it's truly life-changing. Really helps release tension in the muscles and the mind. You should give it a try, Colbo.

Sophia: Sure, right after I sweep the floor with your ass in a karate match.

Janus: Ha! Challenge accepted.

13. How tall are you?

Sophia: 5'6.

Janus: 5'10.

14. Favorite subject in school?

Janus: Let me guess for you, Colbo. Sports?

Sophia: That's an extracurricular, not a subject.

Janus: Isn't it, though?

Sophia: *through gritted teeth* Anyway. I enjoyed school, for the most part. I liked math and history the best, but I also had a great Spanish teacher.

Janus: Illuminating. I was homeschooled. Sort of. But I don't feel like I missed out on much by not attending a real school. I'm probably a better person because of it.

Sophia: Oh, yeah. You're just the picture of an upstanding citizen.

Janus: You know it.

15. Dream job?

Sophia: I've wanted to be a Guardian ever since I was little, and I did make it there eventually. Now, I'm an agent of the Watch, and honestly? I'm happy with where I am. It's not much easier, but it's fulfilling in its own way.

Janus: I'm living it, baby. Wouldn't change a thing.

You're no mind reader, but these both sound like truthful statements—at least, to some extent. As you dismiss Sophia and Janus, you wonder exactly how much they didn't tell you, and why.

This was so, so much fun to write (witty banter always is), but also a lot harder than I expected! Sophia and Janus are both very guarded people, especially around each other, so I knew it wouldn't be easy to get them to open up. But I would absolutely love to do this again, with another character or two! :D

#oof I'm not used to writing in the second person #or present tense #def feels unnatural to me but it's interesting and I did my best! #anyways hope y'all were entertained by these two #self reblogging with tags because I goofed and forgot to add them the first time around #tag game #open tag #interview with your oc #get to know my oc #wip: agent ace #oc: sophia colbo #oc: janus #writeblr

[refletxheart]

Using gifs, and without using titles, list your top ten favorite games of all time.

They don’t have to be in any particular order.

Tag however many people you like.

Repost! Do not reblog!

tagged by @fatedcomrades tagging: anyone who hasn’t done this yet and wants to!

#;meme #;ooc #super hard to narrow down cries but i tried #i'm sorry 999 and 15 other pkm games LMAOOO

[golbrocklovely]

never needed // colby brock

A/N: so fun fact about this fic is that i came up with it last year back in november. it was around the time me and my ex best friend stopped being friends. i was really in such a rough headspace, and i think the concept shows it. i just finished writing it today and wow... i still feel this way to some extent, but not fully (thank god). also i literally cried while writing it today so there’s that. hope yall enjoy this one. i'm trying to post a bunch of fics since this coming week is my bday (the 14th). no guarantees, but i'm trying my best to put out at least six things. let me know what you think of this one. see yall later :)

prompt: colby has been ghosting you for a while, just when things were starting to get good between you two. after a week of ignoring you, he’s finally ready to talk. || fem!reader x colby brock

trigger warning: angst, cursing, heartache, crying, honestly this one is really sad so sorry about that, happy ending tho

word count: 2331

~~~~~~~

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I groaned to myself, staring at my phone.

Colby was still ignoring me, something I had grown accustomed to this week. He had ghosted my calls and my texts. He turned his read notifications off too, so I had no clue whether or not he had even seen my messages at all.

Everything had been going great between us. We had met a couple years back and hit it off as friends right away. I always thought he was attractive, and our friendship was always really flirty; so much so that fans thought we were together. And then finally, something clicked a couple months back. I wasn't sure if it was the accidental drunken kiss we shared, or just a built up of feelings, but we finally decided that maybe we should test out an actual relationship.

We promised each other we would take it slow, both of us still heartbroken from our previous relationships and our general trust issues. But these past two months, we went into overdrive, actually taking the time to feel each other out as boyfriend and girlfriend.

And for the first time, I felt happy. Genuinely happy.

A week ago, we had even gone on a cute little date, something we had started doing regularly. We were in the middle of our conversation; I remember I laughed hard at something he said. It was loud enough that some of the patrons in the restaurant stared at us. And when he tried to shush me jokingly, a silence had fallen over us.

His face dropped suddenly, he became super serious and quiet, and then he asked if we could go home.

He told me the next day that he thought he got food poisoning and it just hit him in the restaurant. I didn't think anything of it and was fine with going home early.

But now, I wonder if he was lying.

I looked back down at my phone, reading over my messages from the past week to him.

Was I taking this too far? He could have just been busy. I don't wanna come across as clingy.

"Ugh, fuck that." I muttered out loud to myself, rolling out of my bed to get a drink.

I didn't care if I came across as clingy. I had a right to know why he was ignoring me. If it was work related, he would have told me. He had done that in the past before.

This was different, I just knew it.

Tomorrow, I planned to go over and see him. I would have done it tonight, but I knew he wasn't home. He was out with some friends at Saddle Ranch. Like a fan, I had to watch his stories on Insta, since that was the only way I knew where he was.

"Don't expect too much from him." Sam said.

I shook my head at that memory. When we got together, everyone was happy for us. But I could feel a certain tension in the room, a certain caveat that wasn't being mentioned. Later that night, Sam and I were by ourselves, and he asked me if Colby and I had really made our relationship official. I told him we hadn't gone all the way, but that we were taking it one step at a time.

"I'm happy for you guys, really. I just wonder..." His voice trailed off.

I cocked my head. "Wonder what?"

"Look, I love you both, but I don't know if Colby is really ready for a relationship. There's a lot of things he still needs to work through." He stated.

"We're not that serious." I laughed.

"Yeah, yet. If you plan to be, I just don't want you to get your heart broken because he wasn't ready." Sam admitted.

I patted his shoulder lightly, smiling. "Relax, Samuel. Everything will be fine."

"Alright. Just... don't expect too much from him, okay?" He mentioned, his eyes narrowing on mine.

That had been two months ago and... I think I should have heeded his warning.

A loud knock at my front door brought me out of my thoughts, scaring me. I grabbed a knife from my kitchen, striding over to the door. I glance through the peephole to see who was there.

Colby's face stared back.

"Y/N, it's me. Can you open the door?" He called.

I scowled at him through the peephole. "Sorry she's not home right now. Maybe you should try responding to her texts.”

“Look I'm sorry, but that's why I came over. I wanted to talk in person.” He replied.

“Damn, that’s a shame. Too bad she’s not home!” I exclaimed angrily.

“C’mon now, don’t be childish.” He remarked.

I swung the door open, holding back from yelling into my hallway. “Childish?!”

He smirked at me. “I knew that would get you to open the door.”

“You’re not funny.” I deadpanned, glaring at him.

“Can you please let me in? I seriously want to talk.” Colby responded, his eyes landing on mine.

“No, Colby. It’s one o’clock in the morning, I don’t feel like talking, and you’re drunk.” I jeered, resting my hands on my hips.

He scrunched up his face dramatically. “No, I’m not. I only had like two drinks.”

“Oh my mistake. I figured a person that randomly comes over to talk at the ass-crack of night is usually drunk,” I quipped. “Don’t you have better things to do, like be at Saddle Ranch?”

He stepped back, raising an eyebrow. “How’d you know I was at Saddle Ranch?”

I could feel my cheeks heat up. “Because… I watched your stories.”

“Nice to know you pay attention to me,” he uttered under his breath. “Please let me in.”

“No. Fuck off, Colby.” I hissed.

He rolled his eyes at my comment. “If you don’t let me in, I’m just gonna make noise out here in the hallway until you do.”

“Bet.” I huffed.

“What was your favorite movie again… ‘10 Things I Hate About You’?” He questioned, stepping back further into the hallway.

I blinked. “Yeah, so what?”

He looked up at me, giving me a devilish smile. “…You’re just too good to be true.”

My face dropped at his voice. “Colby.”

“Can’t take my eyes off of you.” He sang, pointing at me.

“Are you really-” I started.

He cut me off, running his hands down his body. “You’d be like heaven to touch.”

I hushed. “Seriously stop-”

“I wanna hold you so much.” He closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around himself.

I grunted, smacking my hand towards him. “Colby, it’s one in the morn-”

“At long last, love has arrived.” He opened his arms wide.

“Shut the fuck up!” I whisper-shouted.

“And I thank God I'm alive.” Colby praised up towards the ceiling.

I retorted. “You’re fucking embarrass-”

He spun in a circle slowly. “You're just too good to be true.”

“I knew giving you the code to my apartment was a bad idea.” I grumbled.

“Can't take my eyes off of you.” He winked, pointing at me again.

Colby took a big inhale, ready to start singing the music, but I grabbed his arm and pulled him into my apartment.

I slammed my door shut, locking it quickly. “Next time you do something like that, I’m gonna kill you.”

“That’s not very- why do you have a knife?” He motioned toward the knife sitting on my side table.

“What-? Oh, I thought you were an intruder.” I explained.

He lightly smiled, his dimples appearing. “You think an intruder would knock?”

I snapped, annoyed. “Aren’t you here to apologize?”

“Right, right,” he cleared his throat, his demeanor changing. “Y/N, I’m deeply sorry.”

“Sure.” I narrowed my eyes, walking towards my kitchen.

He followed me. “I know what I did was fucked up. I should have responded to you.”

“You completely ignored me for over a week.” I informed him, resting my back against the counter.

He nodded. “I know. I shouldn’t have done that.”

I crossed my arms uncomfortably. “…were you busy?”

“No, not really.” He divulged, dropping his head.

“So, you purposefully ignored my calls and text…” I could feel my hands shake against my arms.

“You make it sound bad-” He mumbled.

“It is that bad.” I emphasized, stopping him. “Colby, you wanna talk about being childish? That shit was childish.”

He agreed. “I know it was.”

“Obviously not since you keep joking about it.” I argued.

“I’m not trying to joke,” he protested, running his hands through his hair. “Do you wanna know the honest to God truth?”

“Of course I do.” I answered, furrowing my eyebrows.

He exhaled, glancing at me. “When we first got together, even though we were taking it slow, I was terrified to date you.”

“Terrified?” I puzzled.

He swallowed hard. “Yes. Scared shitless.”

“Why?” I questioned.

“I thought it was because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. But then… at dinner,” his voice lowered, his shoulders dropping. “I realized it was more than that.”

I shook my head, confused. “What are you ta-”

“I’m falling in love with you, Y/N.” He confessed.

His words made me step back, my breath hitching in my throat.

I choked. “What?”

“When you laughed really hard, and did that cute snort thing you do, I remember we looked at each other… and all I saw was you,” his eyes bore into mine, causing goosebumps to rise all over my skin. “No one else in that restaurant existed. And in that moment, I wanted to tell you I love you.”

I stammered out words, unable to think clearly. “S-so… you-”

“When I felt it, I knew I had to go home. Because I was just so shocked at the feeling. I haven’t felt that way for anyone in a long time.” He sighed exhaustingly, “and… I apologize that I ignored you. Every time I saw your messages, I knew I should have responded. But my body, my mind, wouldn’t let me.”

I frowned. “Because you love me?”

“Because… I’m scared to love you.” He admitted.

A heavy silence fell over the apartment. I shuddered out an exhale, not even noticing I had been holding my breath in for so long. Colby closed his eyes, twisting up his face, and turned his back to me.

“Why are you scared to love me?” I gulped, scared of his answer.

His shoulders tensed as he gripped the counter. “The last time you felt heartbroken… did it leave you feeling empty? Because that’s how I felt… for so long. It’s not even the empty feeling that bothered me. It was the fact that I knew something used to be there… and now it’s gone. I miss who I was before.”

I opened my mouth, but no words escaped.

“I have this deep, guttural feeling that you’re gonna realize I’m not worth loving, and that there is someone else out there that is, and you’re gonna leave me.” His voice trembled as he spoke, “everyone… always leaves me.”

I gasped quietly. “Colby-”

He turned back to me, his face becoming red. “I just feel like no one ever needs me, you know? Like some people only keep me around because they don’t have the heart to just tell me they don’t care anymore. Even Sam has someone else.

I consoled. “That’s not-”

“And I know it’s selfish to want everyone around me to only want me. I don’t really feel that way. I just… don’t feel like anyone really needs me as much as I need them,” his chest quaked as his breathing began to speed up. “And when you realize it too… I don’t think I can live through that fall out again. I don’t think I’m gonna survive it.”

“Wait, Col-” I murmured.

“At that dinner, I had this gut-wrenching anxiety come over me; a voice in my head that said ‘she’s gonna leave you too’ and… I’m just so sorry.” He panted, his eyes welling up.

I wrapped my arms around him tightly, pressing his body into mine as hard as I could. He buried his face into my neck, his body almost going limp against mine.

I couldn’t help my own tears spill as they landed on his shirt. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me you were feeling this way before?”

“I was ashamed. I should be stronger than this.” He fumed through his tears.

I rubbed his face lovingly. “Who said that? You are strong. Expressing your emotions is strong.”

He nodded, croaking. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. Can you forgive me?”

“Of course. How about tonight you stay over, and then in the morning, we’ll talk about this more? Okay?” I suggested, resting my hands on his forearms.

“Yeah.” He whimpered.

I smiled brokenly. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”

I lightly grasped Colby’s hand, pulling him slowly into my bedroom. He stumbled along, his head remaining down.

I sat him down on the bed and slid off his jacket, placing it on my dresser. I cupped his face, tracing his jaw with my fingers. His eyes finally landed on mine as I tilted his head up.

I leaned down and kissed his lips, resting my forehead against his.

“I’m not gonna leave you, Colby.” I stated, gazing into his eyes.

He begged in a hushed tone. “Please don’t.”

“I won’t. I promise.” I reassured, kissing his forehead.

I walked over to the other side of my bed and laid down. Colby kicked off his shoes, taking his belt off and pulling his jeans down. After getting undressed, he slid into bed with me, laying his head down softly on my chest. Wrapping his arms around me, he buried his head into my neck again, sighing against my skin. I ran my fingers through his hair, a light hum falling from his lips. I ran my other hand up and down his spine, feeling him shiver under my touch.

“We’ll be okay, Colby.” I whispered.

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[cinnamonruts]

⤷ cafe kacchan week

SUMMARY → when the bakusquad ‘challenges’ bakugou by simply stating that no one would date him; he knows he can’t get a girlfriend in one afternoon so he asks the only girl he knows to be his fake girlfriend for the day. easy right?

PAIRING → bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

GENRE → fluff, romance ( childhood friends/fake-dating )

A/N → happy birthday to our boom-boom-bitch ( unedited / not proof-read )

MASTERLIST → if you want to read other works of mine

“MAN WITH A PERSONALITY like that you are never getting a girlfriend.” Kaminari says boldly yet again reminding the ash blond of his stinking pile of trash fire personality showing off he has no fear of death.

As Jirou raise a brow onto him, “You don’t have a girlfriend either.” she reminds him, “He doesn’t— but he can.” Kirishima tries a shallow attempt at helping the boy, “Very bold of you to assume anyone wants to date him.” Jirou rebuts, twisting her earplug around her finger.

“Since when was it the dunk on Denki club? We were talking about Kacchan, have you ever seen him with a girl?”

Causing them to hum and discuss between themselves; trying to think of a time he has been consistently been nice to a girl whom he has been around long enough to be dating. Completely not ignoring him and in the process annoying the shit out of him.

“I have a girl friend and she likes me exactly the way I am.” he announces to the group. Making them look sceptically among themselves not quite sure what to say, “Then invite her.” Sero challenges.

“I will.”

“Can you believe them, they think I can never have a girlfriend?” he asks. Shrugging you take another mouth full, vacuuming the bowl of ramen into your stomach, “I don’t know, I’m pretty sure I’m the only childhood friend you have left.”

“That doesn’t mean shit, dumbass!”

Looking up he is staring daggers at his bowl, “Yeah, well… Most girls don’t like you screaming at them, or calling them bad names.” you tell him, sipping your water.

“Whatever.”

Having the waiter replace your bowl with ramen with new ones, you watch her place a hambuger down. Which you always down for as you glance between it and the blond he slides it closer to you, smiling softly.

“You never let me have this,” you say. Narrowing your eyes as you make your voice deeper, “you will die of if you keep eating this shit, ( y/n ).” mimicking the boy, “and now you are actively giving this…” you say suspiciously.

“Just eat it.”

Humming you take a bite of your hambuger, “That can only mean you want something.” you say with your mouth full. Cringing his nose he ignores it for the sake to continue his story, “I told them that I have a girl friend.” Katsuki starts.

Making you hum, “The imaginary space bar trick.” you tease, taking a sip of your drink.

“And we are going to this ramen shop on Saturday.” he says, ignoring my statement completely. Raising a brow at what he’s insinuating, “That’s tomorrow.” you say, playing dumb.

“I know.”

“You don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Connect the dots, shitty women.”

Rolling your eyes, “I know what your asking; I just want you to say it.” you tell him. Making the blond groan as he hangs his head back, “Fine,” sighing dramatically, like it is the worst inconvenience for him to ask.

Mumbling something along the lines of wanting you to do this for him which you honestly half-heard but you wanted to fully hear it, “I can’t hear you.” you tease.

“Will you be my fake girlfriend?” he sighs.

Moving along the table, you hug him thightly, “Ahw, Katsuki, I thought you would never ask.” rubbing your cheek against his teasingly, “Yeah, yeah.” he mumbles annoyed, yet not pushing you off.

Pulling away you hold a finger up, “One thing tho.” you say, your face as serious as you can muster — which is not very serous — “What now?” he sighs.

“You pay for today and for me tomorrow.”

“I pay for you all the time.”

Tilting your head you think back to all the times you hadn’t spend a penny as you ate anyway. Not even realising it, “I guess you do. Never really realise that.” you hum. Shrugging it off, you smile at him, “Can’t wait to meet them.”

“They aren’t that great.” he denies. Raising a brow you try to repress your smile, “They truly are heroes if they are dealing with you.” you say. Making him glare at you, “Shut up—”

“Do I need me to do anything special?” you cut off, not wanting to be kicked out and banned of yet another restaurant. Sighing, he shakes his head, “No, not really. Just be yourself… but like my girlfriend.” taking a bite of food.

Humming you nod, finishing your hambuger off, “That doesn’t sound too hard.” you mumble, washing it down with some water. Glancing back at him as he stayed silent, he looks at you with an odd expression, “What?” you ask confused.

“You make it sound weird.” he tells you, eating his food as he does. Not understand it, you shrug,“I know you very well.”

“Just be on time.”

STANDING IN FRONT OF the restaurant the Bakusquad waits for the seemingly imaginary girlfriend, “She is coming.” he repeats when he sees the look on their face.

“Dude, you can just be honest.”

“I’m not lying!”

Finally spotting the spikey blond hair from afar, you run. Cursing yourself for missing your train. You tried to do it all right, just to be a good fake girlfriend for him, you didn’t even know why you tried so hard.

Sighing relieved that he was still alone, you hug his arm like always, “I’m so sorry for being late, Kacchan. I wanted a drink for on the train but then this older lady from the grocery store, you know the one. She kept going on and on and I couldn’t get her to stop—” you rant.

A small smile tucks up his lips at your ramble, “It’s fine.” he reassures, putting his hands in his pockets, “Are you Bakugous girlfriend?”

You freeze at the sudden extra voice. Turning to the voice you spot; a pink girl, a red-haired guy, a yellow-haired guy, a girl with earphones, and a guy with tape elbows.

Blinking at the group, nodding slowly, “Ashido… right?” you ask, suddenly feeling a lot more nervous. Making you subconsciously holding his arm closer to your chest.

Nodding at your answer, she tilts her head, “Katsuki has told me loads about you. All of you; it is hard to get actual names, tho.”

“I’m dunce face.” The yellow-haired boy says. Making the girl with purple hair roll her eyes, you're pretty sure her name is Jirou, he talks nicely about her, “His name is Kaminari, I’m Jirou.” the girl introduces.

“I’m Kirishima.”

“Sero Hanta.”

Nodding you try to not forget their names, “I’m ( l/n ) ( y/n ).” you tell them, “Are we going to stay outside or eat?” Katsuki asks.

Walking to the room, all of you wait outside to decide who is going to sit where before you move into the room. Letting them discuss where they want to sit and taking the seat that is left, “She should have the corner seat.” Jirou says breaking the discussion up.

“I want the corner seat.” Kaminari-kun cried out, “I never get the corner seat.” he pouts,

“You can have the corner seat.” you reassure. As Ashido takes your shoulders, “No, no, she is the bakusquad guest. She should have the good spot.” she tells you.

Making Katsuki take you into his arms, “We are not the bakusquad.” he grumbles, “Yes, we are.” Kirishima says, “No, we are not.” he denies, placing you into the seat she let you to anyway. Making the pinkette smile cheekily, “Which school do you go to?” Sero-run asks.

“You should not interrogate her right away!” Ashido whisper-shouts, which is very obvious as she sits in front of you, “It is okay, I go to Seiai. Nothing like U.A.” you tell Sero.

“For support items?” Jirou asks. Making you nod, as you take a sip of your drink, “She designed mine.” Bakugou says for you, “But they all needed to be “for killing’.” you add. Mocking his choice of wording; as even his knee pats needed to be ‘for killing’.

Humming, he sets his tea down, “She is just deflecting because she ‘forgot’ about the shirt.” he says unconvincingly, making it very much so seem like you did it on purpose.

“That was an accident.”

Making him snore, holding his hands up, “Yeah, right an ‘accident’ I’m pretty sure you just did it because you are a perv.” he says in air-quotes, “Am not!” you defend, not being able to stop laughing at the girl on his face.

“Uh-huh, say that to the top you didn’t make.”

“Why did you dating this guy?”

Katsuki his glare, “Want to die today, Racoon-eyes?” he asks her, letting small explosions sound from his hands. Which did not even make her blink.

Pulling his hand down, you smile at the girl, “I know Katsuki can be an asshole, and he is.” you start, “Hey—” he stays, “But, he is actually a really nice guy. He won’t tell you he cares about you all the time, but he will push you to be your best self.” you start

A small smile tucks up your lips as you recall the memory, “I remember when I was young and everyone told me I should be a hero and that was the last thing I wanted to be. And one day in the park I was with this idiot—” poking his cheek, he just watch you carefully, “And he told me about All Might his suit, how cool it was. And the person who made it must have been super smart. Smart like me.”

“I don’t think he even remembers that day, but that made me realise that even though I don’t want to be a hero it doesn’t mean I can’t be useful.” you say softly, feeling kind of dumb for caring so much about what he said when you were kids.

If you had looked at his face at that moment and the soft expression he held. You wouldn’t have felt that way at all, “When I told him I wanted to do something in support he was my biggest supporter.” you chuckle, “Always letting me test my inventions out on him. Never getting seriously angry when he got hurt. Letting me design his suit by just telling me the general vibes he wanted and trusting me to know what he wants.”

“His love language is trust, food, and… I think it’s acts of service.”

Making your brows furrow together at the strangely warm feeling flushing to your body due to you having been caught rambling about your friend so long, “I’m sorry, I have been rambling. What was the question again?”

Looking over their faces, all of his friends look so softly at your statement, “That was so manly.” Kirishima-kun mumbles, holding his fist up. As the rest nods, “That was so cute! You love him so much it is so obvious!” Ashido tells you, rubbing her eyes.

“Yeah, I… I do.” you mumble, shifting your eyes over your fingers before they land on him. The soft look in his eyes reassuring you.

Letting the words sink in, they stayed silent making you a little nervous, “Childhood friends to lovers. I am so jealous!” Kaminari-kun cries out, “How long have you guys been going out?”

“Uh—” we looked at each other. Not having thought about that or discussed it, “6 months.” we say in unison. Making them nod, “We went to middle school together.” he adds, which had nothing to do with it but if it makes it seem more real, it makes sense.

Getting your food, it all went well. You heard more things about Katsuki; mostly stories that you had heard from his perspective that came off really different from theirs. How he always says he is just going ‘out’ on Friday when he is meeting you, but did tell Kirishima he is having lunch with someone but that someone was always a mystery… until now.

Pulling you away from Katsuki. Ashido pulls you into a hug with Jirou, “It was so nice to meet you two,” you tell the two. Making them smile along with you, “We need to hang out.” Ashido tells you.

Nodding at her request, “And I will send you the playlist when I make it. I will be starting tonight.” Jirou adds, “On Line?” Kaminari asks, coming into the conversation, “You can’t have her Line ID, weirdo. Baku-bro will blow you up.” Sero-kun says pulling him away.

Making you chuckle as his face pales at the thought. Glancing at the blond he is nodding as Kirishima-kun is adamantly telling him something. His face naturally soft instead of the frown he makes so often.

Glancing back at the girls, you smile, “Can’t wait. For the playlist and the hangout.” you say, “We will figure something out soon.” Jirou reassures.

“( y/n ).”

Looking up, he nudges his head to the train. The number stating that it is yours, “Don’t forget about us.” Kaminari mumbles, making Jirou roll her eyes.

“I won’t.” you reassure.

Stepping into the train, you take the seat next to Kacchan. The train moving in a matter of seconds. The train cart almost empty. It was quiet, but it wasn’t awkward. It was comfortable as you listen together to the silence. Leaning your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes for a moment, “Tired?”

Nodding against him, you hum, “I will wake you when we are almost there.” he whispers. Relaxing into his warmth, you trust that he will keep you safe as your body shakes with the movements of the train.

But the warmth of the train did not last forever, stepping outside the cold temperature hits you in the face, making goosebumps appear all over. Wincing you want to curse at yourself for the second time today. At not thinking about everything before you left; first not with the drink, and now the jacket. Something you didn’t even realise until now.

Feeling warmth take over you, you look up. Seeing his coat on your shoulder, “No, you will—” you deny, “Just take it.” he grumbles, starting to walk before you continue to deny it.

He eventually slowed down and let you catch up to him. It made you smile, as you teasingly nudge his side which he ignores but the red tips of his ears could not, “Are you blushing?”

“No, it is cold, Shitty Woman.”

“How are you flushing but don’t have any goosebumps.”

“Since when are you a skin doctor?”

Arriving at your house, you grin at him, “Since I am analysing you, Katsuki. Seems like you are a lot nicer than you want people to think.”

“I’m not.” he denies. After it ends, you are not quite sure what you should do now. It was quiet for a moment before you pull him into a hug. Sighing relieved as he wraps his arms around your waist, “Uh, thanks, for today.” he tells you softly.

Rubbing your cheek on to his shoulder, we held each other for a little longer, “That’s what friends are for… Right?” you ask softly, not quite sure if you want him to agree with you or not.

“Right.”

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[alcinadimitrescuwu]

Listen hear me out. A nb reader with Alcina and one day readers gets to wear the strap and “top” our 9 foot baddie ! Maybe reader makes Alcina beg and after Alcina is super surprised and slightly embarrassed because she’s never been successfully topped before. If it’s to crazy just tell me !

Not crazy at all! I hope you enjoy!

Warning: NSFW

The carriage makes its way around the craggy mountainside. You open the window slightly and take a few grateful mouthfuls of fresh mountain air. You’d rather not have had to be in a stuffy carriage for hours on end, but you had been assigned to accompany the Lady Dimitrescu on her latest business trip for the Sanguis Viriginis Wine Company.

She sits across from you now, waving her fan in front of her beautiful face. Her carmine lips are pursed in annoyance, the current generated from her fan making a few loose curls from under her pinned hat dance. Her gaze turns to you and she gives you an uncertain smile.

“It shouldn’t be too much longer now,” she says, taking out her cigarette holder. You are already at the ready with your lighter that you had taken from your vest pocket. She inclines her dark head close to yours and you breathe in her perfume as you light her cigarette for her. From up close you can see her laugh lines and her long lashes that kiss the tip of her cheekbones. She takes a few experimental puffs before settling back in the carriage seat. Taking a long drag, she blows the smoke out the window, the smoke blending in with the clouds that surround the Romanian mountains.

You are suddenly feeling rather hot in this cramped carriage. You begin to unhook your arm bracers so you can push your shirtsleeves up to your elbows. When you look up, you see that Lady Dimitrescu’s golden eyes are staring intently at your arms as you roll up your sleeves, muscles standing out tautly under a soft down of dark hair. You meet her eyes and she quickly looks away, but not before you catch a glimpse of the high color rising in her cheeks.

“If I may, my Lady,” you posit, resting your hand on her leg. “My offer still stands.”

“No. It can wait,” she says, stiffly, but you can tell it takes her great effort. The two of you had had a few torrid nights this summer and you could tell she was stressed from the preparations for the trip. She had been spending night after night poring over ledgers and spreadsheets and by the time she was done, all she wanted to do was go to bed and sleep.

It had been a long time since you had enjoyed the pleasure of each other’s company, to say the least.

The driver breaks your train of thought as you hear her yell, “Going to be a bit bumpy on this next trek, my Lady. I’d suggest finding something to hold on to.”

Alcina sniffs in annoyance and puts out her cigarette in the ashtray next to her.

The ride does indeed start to get more bumpy. Alcina puts a hand to her hat to avoid crushing it on the roof of the carriage and you press yourself into a corner to avoid being jostled around too much.

BANG!

The carriage hits a particularly rough spot and you are sent flying. You land on something soft and when you look up you realize that you are in Alcina’s lap and your hand is cupping her breast. You make eye contact with her and you can see the want in her aureate eyes, feeling her nipple stiffen through her clothes under your touch.

You chuckle at her. “When are you going to let go of your foolish pride, my Lady?” you ask, tucking a stray curl behind her ear. You brace yourself against her by wrapping your arms around her neck. Your legs straddle her hips, and each jolt of the carriage sends a current of electricity through the both of you.

“It’ll just be for a couple more miles, pet.” Her voice is hoarse, belying the desperation in her eyes.

You grin wolfishly. “Well, then...Let’s see how I can test your limits until then. Like this.” You begin kissing the side of her neck and she leans back against the wall of the carriage, sighing. “Or this.” You draw your hand further down the front of her dress and move your thumb in a circular motion around her areola. When she inhales sharply, arching into your touch, you know you are close to breaking her. “Or-”

You don’t finish the rest of the sentence as she grabs you by your necktie and begins kissing you fiercely. Her lips move hungrily against yours as she reaches for your belt buckle.

BANG!

Another sharp bump in the road makes you bang your head painfully into hers. Alcina growls with frustration and raps her large hand on the side of the carriage to alert the driver.

The driver hops down from her seat and opens the carriage door. Her face grows bright red at seeing the two of you entangled together. Alcina ignores it, saying primly, “I do believe the horses need watering. You’ve been driving them rather hard and they need their rest.”

The driver nods, crisply. “Very good, my Lady. And uh…” She glances at the two of you again and looks away quickly. “I thought I saw an inn up a ways and I think I’ll take my lunch there.”

The carriage stops at a nearby creek and with a wave the driver heads over to the inn to take her lunch. You and Alcina are finally alone together.

Without delay, Alcina opens her reticule and takes out the strap. You can’t help it. You burst out laughing.

Alcina narrows her eyes at you. “Has something struck you as humorous, dear?”

“I’m sorry, my Lady,” you say, wiping tears from your eyes. “But you just had that in your purse the whole time?’

Alcina glares defiantly back at you, but her cheeks are burning with color. “I wasn’t sure when we’d need it.”

She takes the strap and harness and begins to move her skirt up her leg but you put out a hand to stop her. “If you don’t mind, my Lady, I would like to wear it this time.”

Alcina grins. “That sounds like a wonderful idea, pet,” she purrs. She bites down on your lower lip as she helps you secure the strap and harness around your hips. Her tongue enters your mouth as you unhook the pearl buttons running down her back. Her dress pools around her ankles and she kicks it aside. She is now only in her corset and garters, her generous bosom straining against her basque.

You lower yourself and when you peel away her panties you see her thighs are already slick with her arousal. You rasp your tongue along her inner thigh and you feel her body positively thrumming with desire.

“Please, darling,” she begs. “Please don’t tarry any longer. Take me here. Take me now. I want you inside of me.”

“Patience,” you purr against her thigh. “Good things always come to those who wait.”

Your tongue teases at her entrance, stroking her sensitive walls. She takes you by the shoulder and low, furtive moans escape her ruby lips. You dart your tongue quickly in and out, almost but not quite reaching her clit.

You know you’re being unfair, but something about Alcina begging for you is just so irresistible.

You chance a look up at her and her golden eyes are pleading. You settle yourself back on top of her and push in slowly filling her walls with your mass. You begin to ride her hard, bracing your hands on her quivering thighs.

You lean in and whisper in her ear as you’re riding her. “Do you like that, my Lady? None of the other maidens have ridden you like this, have they?”

“No,” she gasps out as you unlace her stays. “Pray, continue.” Her corset falls away and you toss it to the side of the carriage. Her breasts are now bared and you latch yourself onto one, suckling and nipping at the sensitive bud with your teeth. You find your own thighs are now wet with your arousal as the great Lady Dimitrescu becomes undone before your eyes, howling and pleading with you for more, more, more.

You see no reason to deny her. You slide one, two, three fingers in, before just deciding to put your whole hand inside her core. She cries out and yips as your fingers quest along her walls, stroking her sensitive nub at the center. Her hand flies out and hits the window, making the glass crack and splinter.

She buries her fingers in your shoulders, looping under your suspenders. “Please, darling. I’m so close! Don’t stop, I beg of you!”

You put all of your body weight into each thrust now, filling her so completely with your cock and with your fist. Your hips are screaming from the strain. But you can’t stop until she orgasms. You want her to praise you. You want her to agree that no one has treated her better than you have.

When she finally climaxes, she screams your name so loud that you're pretty sure the poor carriage driver can hear it all the way from the inn where she is taking her lunch.

Alcina leans back against the carriage walls pulling you against her as she tries to regain her composure. The cracked window is soon fogged up from the both of you gasping for air.

When she finally gets her breath back, Alcina runs a hand through your hair, weaving each strand between her fingers. “Very well done, my pet,” she cooes. You glance up at her and her cheeks are crimson. She looks away self-consciously. “You were right, my dear. No one has touched me the way you did tonight.” She gives you a sloppy kiss. “I shall have to look forward to the next time.”

You smile at her, taking her hand in yours and kissing the back of her knuckles. “Of course my Lady.”

You help her dress and once the carriage driver comes back you lay your head on her lap and quickly fall asleep as the carriage makes its way to the next town.

#alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #re8 village #re8 fanfiction #lady dimitrescu fanfic #lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina x reader #alcina x non-binary reader #lady dimitrescu x non-binary reader

[evertidings]

hcs of Blane with a super sweet mc that cries very easily?? like how / would(?) they try to cheer the mc up or comfort them? Crush stage please!!

this isn’t really headcanons but you got a free drabble and the headcanons are within the drabble so it works okay

Blane has never felt more awkward in their life. you’re crying on the steps, face buried in your hands when they find you. there’s a pause where you haven’t noticed them yet, too busy sniffling to hear the half-fae behind you, and for a moment, Blane wonders if they can run.

they hate comforting people. they’ve never been able to do it and every time they’ve tried, it’s been a disaster. their way of comforting themself when they’re having a bad day is to brood and wallow in their sorrows, often in the dark of their bedroom. that’s how you know they’re not good at it.

they can’t leave you here though.

they take one step forward and purposely crunch a leaf under their boot, alerting you to their presence. you snap your head up, eyes red and nose runny, but still somehow muster a soft glare.

“if you’re here to insult me, now’s not the time.”

“i’m not,” Blane answers. they hesitate but sit down beside you, leaving enough space between your bodies that it’s not uncomfortable. if you wanted to move away you could, but you stay. “i don’t enjoy kicking people when they’re already down.”

“that’s rich.” you sniff and wipe your nose with a tissue.

“it’s true.”

you don’t respond.

Blane waits a beat of silence, swallowing hard, before asking, “mind telling me why you’re crying?”

you shake your head. slowly. “i don’t want to talk about it right now.”

Blane nods. they doubted you would have, but it was worth a try.

they’re supposed to say something now, to fill but the silence, but this is as far as they know—they don’t know what the next step is. they’re not the kind to reach out and rub your back and tell you that everything will be okay. nor are they the kind to make a joke and cheer you up by laughing.

they knew all of this. could have avoided this awkwardness and left you be had they listened to their head—it’s not like you’d miss them anyway. they’re terrible company on their own and even worse in situations like these—but they went with their heart instead. they listened to the organ that skips a beat when it sees you. the organ that forgets how to function sometimes when you look at them, when you smile until your cheeks hurt and when you say their name without any of the pain they’ve come to associate it with.

it’s a stupid organ, they’ve come to think, but one that they unfortunately need to keep living.

Blane glances over at you. you’re playing with your fingers now but thankfully, the tears seemed to have stopped. they wonder if it’s because you didn’t want Blane to see you in a state like this.

“come on,” they suddenly say, standing up. they don’t offer a hand—can’t, unless they want their damned heart to stop working on the spot—but the message is clear.

you look up at them, eyes glassy. “what are you doing?”

“whenever i cry, i always feel thirsty after. and hungry. since we’re on lunch break, i assume you haven’t gotten either in your stomach, so i’m taking you to a nearby café. everything’s on me.”

your eyes narrow slightly, trying to access what Blane’s reasoning is for this sudden act of kindness. but there is none, and after a long and painful moment, you give in.

“okay,” you reply. you stand and brush yourself off and Blane almost wishes they had listened to their heart and extended a hand to help you up. but it was their heart that landed them in this situation and they need their head to lead them out of it.

this is nothing. just because Blane is taking you out to eat after finding you crying doesn’t mean they suddenly like you.

at least, that’s the lie they try to convince themself of.

#wrote this at one am lol who’s doing it like me #drabble #blane rekner

[the-writing-mobster]

| @secretsantafrans 2021 | target: @themsource | AU: Underfell |

I drew ya some stuff and then wrote a Rom-Com for you because I'm super fucking extra. Almost didn't finish it in time, but baby we ALWAYS pull through!

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We'll See — 

I basically wrote an entire Christmas Rom-Com for you. Enjoy!

AU: Underfell

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Oh the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful

“Cash or card?” 

And since we’ve no place to go; let it snow, let it snow, let it snow. 

Sans sighed and pulled out his wallet, thumbing through his cash and slapping it down at the counter. The music blaring from the intercom was rubbing him the wrong way. He believed he’d been force fed this song since November if it were possible. 

He watched as the clerk counted his money, nodded in satisfaction and put a protective hand on the shoe box; as if he’d grab it and run off. Trust me, if I wanted  to steal it, I would’ve and there would be nothing you could do about it. Sans blinked hard to dispel the thoughts and he grunted, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. 

“Christmas shopping?” 

The answer snapped out of him before he could even think to run it through a filter. “God no.” 

Their tired eyes stared back at him as his grin hardened into a weird grimace and he gave another nervous laugh to dispel any tension. He waved his finger up in the general direction of the loudspeakers and shrugged. “Tired of this music yet?” 

The clerk gave a forced, store bought laugh and shook their head. Not necessarily a no, but not a nod of agreement either… More like… a bobble head. Sans wanted to plant his hand on top of it and hold it still. 

“I mean, you kind of block it out,” they said dismissively. Sans rolled his eyes and waited as the receipt scanned through. 

He took the bag and stuffed the receipt inside as he escaped the FootLocker. 

The repetitive, commercial Christmas music, the crowds of people jostling him in the mall corridors, the screaming children taking pictures with some random old guy. Sans grimaced as he passed by the mall Santa sitting atop his throne of deception. 

The jingle of his ringtone alerted him and he picked it up. A text message from his brother… He stifled a groan. 

Are you seriously still ignoring me? Why do you always do that? 

He rolled his eyes. He didn’t have it in him to psychoanalyze himself, nor was he egotistical enough to try. 

I am expecting you at lunch today. We have much to discuss. You can’t avoid your family forever.

He growled and shoved his phone in his pocket. Just watch me. 

The only reason he’d refrained from teleporting out of there was that apparently, it freaked people out and Sans didn’t want to end up on a ban list. 

“I like your tooth!” Sans stopped short and looked down at a little kid. He glanced around awkwardly when he didn’t see any adults rushing to claim him, then tongued the golden canine and the crack it filled. He tried to forget how it got there. 

“Ah… yeah uh…” 

“Did the tooth fairy give it to you? I want a gold tooth.” More like I got punched in the face, but yeah, you could call that asshole the tooth fairy. 

“What’s that demon doing with that kid?” 

“Oh my God it’s a Reaper.” 

He could hear the whispering growing around him as more humans began to single him out. Sans laughed nervously. “Where’s your old lady, squirt?” 

The kid shrugged rather dopily which only served to annoy him further. Great. Now he was going to get banned. 

“Casey!” cried out a woman. Sans glanced over his shoulder. Bingo. He stepped away from Casey and tried to give a disarming smile that looked much more like a predator baring its teeth. 

She grabbed him and yanked him away, shooting Sans a withering glare before picking her son up and storming away. Sans narrowed his eyes. Well, if the Christmas rush hadn’t put him in a bad mood, being singled out in a human crowd for being a Reaper definitely sullied any chance he had at having a good day; nigh, a good week. 

As he stormed out through the revolving door, the sound of a bell rang sharply through his skull and he gritted his teeth. 

“Hey man! Spread some Christmas cheer and donate to the–” 

“–Go fuck yourself.” 

The man, also dressed as Santa, albeit he looked a bit cheaper than the mall santa counterpart, gave a scoff and shook his head. “Hey, fuck you hellspawn, it’s for a good cause.”

Sans meandered into the street side and flipped him off. “The salvation army is not a good cause,” he grumbled as he walked out into the parking lot and nonchalantly dodged his way through the throngs of cars and pedestrians until he was near the edge. He made his way behind a larger oak tree and sighed in relief. 

Finally. 

Maybe the go fuck yourself was a bit a unnecessary… “Nah. Fuck those guys.” He grinned smugly to himself, unable to help the shitty chuckle that escaped him. Crimson smoke poured out from his eyes, and swirled around him. By the time the smoke had dissipated, he was gone. 

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The rest is posted up on Archive of Our Own for your viewing pleasure!

I hope you have a Wonderful Christmas! 💖

#underfell #underfell frans #fanfic #underfell sans #underfell frisk #frans #frans secret santa #christmas 2021 #if it feels a little rushed I apologize #I literally procrastinated all month #wrote the entire thing in the span of one week to make the deadline #I really hope you enjoy it! #Merry Christmas!

[call-me-doll-face]

Acquiesce

A/N: This has dark scenes and is very heavy on the Noncon, please if you get triggered easily do not read.

Warnings: Noncon, smut, rough sex, dark themes, winter soldier, unprotected sex

"It's okay! It's okay! It's not you, I forgive you!"

I hate Bucky Barnes. No, it's not because he was the winter soldier. No it's not because he killed Tony's parents and countless others. No.... I hate him for a completely different reason.

I hate him because he is Steve's best friend. I know that sounds awful. I should be happy that Steve found him, I want to be. I swear I do....

Steve and I have been friends since they took him off the ice. I was the first one to see him, speak to him. I helped bring him up to speed on all the things he'd missed, introduced him to all the new things. I'd laughed with him as we watched cartoons, soothed his frustration when he had a hard time getting used to the newer technology. Guy still doesn't know how to completely work a cell phone....

We've had so many ups and downs, but through it all one thing never changed.... His heartbreak and guilt over losing Bucky. Some nights I held him in my arms as he cried; sobbing that he shouldn't have let him go.... he was a super soldier, he should of had the strength to pull him up!

Nights like that I cried with him... I felt his loss like it was my own. This big gaping hole in my chest where my heart should have been. I ached for him, longed for him to have the happiness that was his best friend.

So you can imagine my delight when Steve looked at me with teary eyes and told me that he was still alive. I sat with him day and night, trying to track Bucky down, trying to figure out a way to get him free from Hydra..... Then Steve ended up on the riverbank and Bucky disappeared. I hate him for that. Steve may have forgiven him.... But I haven't.

"No, no, no, no please! Please don't do this! please don't make him do this!"

Standing in front of my full length mirror I stare at someone I no longer recognize.... I know it's me..... but when did I become this broken? LOOK this broken?.....

Steve sits behind me, perched on the end of my bed. He's been there for a solid fifteen minutes, refusing to leave me be. 'I can't. I just can't.' He'd said when I'd ordered him to get out. I didn't want to talk about it; knowing that if I did it would be the end. The end of my strength, the end of my sanity, and everything in between.

However he'd forced me. He'd looked at me with those big beautiful buddy dog eyes that he KNOWS makes my resolve come crumbling down. He'd sat on that bed, where he currently is now, and pulled me between his spread legs, pressing kisses to my hands and begging me to tell him so that he could fix it.

My sweet sweet Stevie.... My still sometimes surprisingly innocent Stevie... I had tried to tell him, lip trembling, that some things were better left unsaid. What he doesn't know won't kill him.... and I truly feared that if he knew this it would...But he was relentless. Forced me to tell him what his best friend had done....

"Bucky....Bucky please... It hurts..."

Bruises cover my body; Scattered over the pale skin in black, purple, and blue splotches... the worst ones are wrapped around my wrists and throat. The shape of fingers perfectly outlined, marring the places I'd once imagined Steve's lips tracing...

I had to tell Steve how we'd been captured by Hydra. How out of nothing but pure vindictiveness they'd sicced him on me like he was nothing but and animal.... I guess in that moment he was...

Tears stream down my face as Bucky stands there, eyes blank and emotionless... This can't be happening. Not this, please not this... But as he took one step towards me and I stumble back in response and those now cold and calculating eyes narrowed, I felt like prey.

I don't know why I tried to run. There was no way I was getting out of the small room they had stuck us in. There was nothing I could use to keep the distance between us, not even a bed. Just an empty room with me and the winter soldier.

However I'd fought. I'd fought and I cried and I'd screamed until my throat was raw.

He caught me so easily. I was nothing compared to a regular mans strength let alone a super soldiers. It hurt when he gripped my wrists, one metal and one flesh, digging into the skin and jerking me to his broad chest. He felt like a brick wall. Hard. Unforgiving.

"Bucky,no!" In one sweeping motion my feet are out from under me and I'm slammed onto me back, wrists pinned above my head in one hand as the other unceremoniously runs down over my body to rip my pant off me, snapping my panties in half.

When I hear the sound of his belt being unbuckled I become hysterical... pushing, biting, scratching, bucking my hips... Doing everything possible to try to stop what I KNOW is about to happen but to no avail.

He pushes into me, careless and unforgiving, forcing a scream from my lungs as he rips me open. Tears pour down my face as everything burns, my body feels like it's on fire. With every thrust he is tearing me apart....

I had that I'd known pain. True pain. I didn't. Not until I was taken against my will at the hands of someone I had thought I"d known. Not until I had my freedom stripped away from me and was left with nothing, just a bloody mess of skin and bones curled up on the floor.

I wanted to pretend it hadden happened. I wanted to disappear, my mind receding to that untouched place in my brain where no one could find me...

The worst part; The WORST part, that no ones tells you about when you hear these kinds of things, is how your body betrays you.

I hated what was happening, feeling bile in the back of my throat. However, no matter how much it disgusted me, as those fingers slipped down to circle my clit as he fucked into me I felt the familiar coil start to tighten in my belly.

I cry and beg him to stop for the millionth time. I turned my head away, close my eyes, and try to ignore the deep grunts sounding in my ear. What I couldn't ignore was the way he dipped his hips and somehow managed to hit that one spot, thrusting hard enough to scoot my entire body up the floor.

Noises slip past my lips of their own accord as he forces my body closer to release. I can feel myself clenching, muscles spasming, back arching. I try to pull myself back from the edge, biting my lip until I taste the sharp coppery flavor of my own blood, before I fall.

With a loud cry I clamp down around him as I cum, pulling a loud moan from him as well. His thrusts become more erratic, the sound of his balls slapping against my now slick skin mixing with gasps and groans. With one last hard thrust he presses his hips flush against mine, grinding as deeply into me as he can as he cums, his seed coating my walls.

All I can do is lay there, repeating like my own personal mantra, "It wasn't you... I forgive you... It wasn't you... It's okay..." and I can't tell you whether it was for him or myself....

"No..." Steve chokes out, and from my spot in front of the mirror I can see his reflection clearly, see how his own tears coat his beautiful face. Slowly turning around I go to him, cupping his cheeks and wiping his tears away with my thumbs. He reaches up and grips them desperately. Looking up at me pleadingly, begging to understand. "He... he wouldn't. He would never....My Buck would never harm a lady, let alone you..."

I want to ease his pain. I want to take away his suffering and make those tears disappear... hating myself for being the reason they are there. But I can't. He wants the truth, so I have to give it to him.

"I know Stevie... I know he wouldn't..." my eyes follow the movements of his thumbs as the slowly began to stroke over the bruises on my wrists soothingly. Seemingly without thinking he leans in and presses soft kisses on them, causing my breath to hitch and fresh tears to form. My gentle giant...

"It wasn't him...It was them..." His usually calm voice breaks as he tries to rationalize...

"You're right...But at the same time it WAS him... It was his hands...his mouth... his body that had taken me. It may not have been his mind, but everything else was him. Stevie I...I can't...I just can't..." the dam breaks and in seconds I'm pulled onto muscular thighs, strong arms wrapping around me and pressing me to a firm chest.

If it were anyone else I probably would have fallen into a state of panic, but this is my Steve. I know he'd never hurt me, would always protect me. So with this in mind I let my body sag against him, listening to his steady heartbeat as his chin rests on the top of my head. Fingers that once stroked my wrists have now taken to running up and down my spine leaving shivers in their wake.

"It won't happen again. It'll never happen again. I'll protect you. They'll have to kill me first." His voice has hardened as he speaks with conviction, and you know what? I believe him.

#bucky barnes smut #bucky x you #bucky x female reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #dark bucky x reader #dark bucky x you #dark bucky barnes #steve rogers #captain america #mcu #marvel smut #avengers smut #dark theme #nonconsent #smut #steve rogers x reader #slight angst

[volleychumps]

Hi;; could I get headcannon of akaashi, tsuki, and suga having a gf who cries a lot? Ty in advace 🥺

yes ofc!!!!! Thank you for your patience babes<3

S/O Who Cries A lot (Akaashi, Tsukishima, Sugawara) 

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Akaashi 

-“Y/N’s uh...” “Coming.” 

- Is the calmest when you have your little bursts of tears, knowing and remembering just what to do to make you calm down

- sighs a little when the same classmate pops her head into his classroom with a it’s happening again kind of expression before he takes mild strides down the hallway toward the familiar class

- Remains unsurprised as you sulk with your head buried on your arms upon your desk, eyes looking straight ahead with tears threatening to spill down your cheeks 

- “Y/N.” “Keiji...” 

- gives you a small nod of encouragement to continue on as he sits on the desk, letting you lay your head down on his lap as he runs his fingers through your hair, the people in your class too used to the sight before them 

- “D-Did you know that grizzly bears have to abandon their cubs? Their own children, Keiji, can you believe that?” 

- “Unbelievable.” In a mild tone as he narrows his eyes at your classmates, silently asking who let loose such a random sad fact that triggered your tears as a certain guy awkwardly sidesteps out of the classroom 

- “I know, right?! I want a grizzly. Can we adopt a grizzly?” 

- Please don’t look at him that way you know he can’t take it- 

- Flinches when you look up at him seriously, pout on your lips as your wet eyes make his chest tug, but he sighs and puts his foot down

- “No. We can’t get a grizzly.” “B-But-!” 

- “Booooo get her a cub-” “Stay out of this, Konoha.” 

- Rolls his eyes, but gently tugs you out of your seat and out the door before casting one more glare to the whistling boy outside your classroom 

- “Where are we going?” You hiccup, trailing behind Akaashi with a loose grip on his hand as the setter hums 

- “School’s almost over anyways. I’ll buy you something sweet.”

- lowkey feels really tired when your sadness seems to not have been very deep for those cubs when you gasp and tighten your grip on his hand excitedly 

- honestly, he knows he’s the only one who can handle you 

Tsukishima

- “It isn’t that hard- you’re crying again?” “No! I-I’m not-!” 

- isn’t the gentlest when it comes to your common act of tearing up at the little things, but slowly grew more accustom to it when he realized how insecure you were about it 

- you were crying over an essay though- 

-Damn blondie we can’t all be smart I’ve cried over essays too much ksjdfkjf

- immediately lowers the tone of his voice when you whip your head away to hide your tears, pouting off to the side as the blonde picks his pen up to give you a few moments to yourself

- “Done crying?” As he scrawls at the paper, proofreading your essay for you as he sees you puff your cheeks out from his peripheral vision

- “I wasn’t.” “You’re about to get tired.” “I’m not-!” 

- Smirks a little when he sees your eyes drooping a little as you scoff, going back to your paper with scratchy eyes

- casually sets a hand on the back of your head, tugging it towards his shoulder as he continues to write, not glancing down at your surprised expression

- “Hm. Then do me a favor and keep my shoulder warm. Plus you won’t be cranky when you wake up.” “I don’t get cranky though-” 

- Scoffs before using his thumb to swipe at the moisture in your eyes gently, coaxing you into a deeper state of sleepiness, eyeing your features with a thump in his chest quietly when he ensures you’re asleep 

- caps his pen, all done with your essay before deciding not to let you know, simply laying his head on your sleeping one before beginning to close his eyes as well- 

- “Do not tell me you’re crying because of how much you like me. Again.” “Leave me alone, I can’t help it! You’re honestly such a bully-” 

- “A bully that likes you too, so shut up and go to sleep.” 

- Smirks at your blushing silence as you cuddle a bit more into his shoulder, tears drying on your cheeks as Tsukishima relishes in satisfaction 

- Another occurence conquered

Sugawara

- “She’s what?” “Ha...we tried to help her, but she hasn’t stopped-” 

- is the most doting over you, and 100% is the type to keep a pack of tissues in his pockets for events like these, racing over to where you are right away 

- “You should have started with that, Daichi! You’re scary, you probably made her cry more because you don’t know how to smile. ” “Excuse me-”

- ignores Daichi’s growing irritation and Asahi’s stifled laughter before racing out of the volleyball practice gym past his teammates to find you sitting outside the door cutely in his escape 

- lmao he lowkey feels like crying when he sees you sniffling to yourself 

- but handles you super gently, simply taking a seat next to you with a warm grin on his face as you refuse to meet his kind stare, glaring through blurred vision down at your knees

- “What happened now?” “Nothing...” 

- “So you just felt like chilling in front of my club’s gym without coming in?” “...yep.” 

- eyes widen a little bit when you throw your hands around his neck, crying softly into his shoulder before he relaxes and holds you back gently, tracing circles on your back soothingly

- in all honesty the first time this happened his soul left his body because he thought he had done something wrong 

- “Okay this? This doesn’t look like nothing.” “...please just hug me.” 

- smiles nonetheless, placing small kisses in the juncture between your shoulder and neck until he feels your breathing even out, slipping the tissues out to dab at your cheeks when you pull back with a pout 

- “Wanna talk about it?” “...I’m not cute enough for you.”

- lowkey is riled up to go and fight somebody but chuckles nonetheless as he blinks at you in disbelief 

- “What on earth? You’re so cute. Literally the cutest. Too cute for me, actually-” “Are you sure?”

- sighs, kind of disappointed that you weren’t confident in his words but grins at the fact that you weren’t crying anymore 

- “More than sure.” as he cups your cheek sweetly, grin only widening when you nuzzle into his hand 

- “...now who the hell told you that you weren’t cute, I just wanna talk. Along with Daichi. And Asahi.”

- “Suga no-” 

- on the bright side, you were smiling now. 

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General works: @kasandrafaye​ @savemesteeb​ @dreebbles​ @takemetovalhalla​ @yams046​

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #hq #hq x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu anime #haikyuu #haikyuu akaashi #akaashi keiji #akaashi x reader #haikyuu tsukishima #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima fluff #haikyuu sugawara #sugawara koushi #sugawara x y/n

[wheresmybuckyhoes]

Game Night

Summary: Bucky and you are basically enemies. That’s the only word you can think of to describe it. What else would it be?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, unprotected sex (do not do this irl), smut, slight angst

I really love a good enemies to lovers at the moment and wanted to give it a go. Let me know what you think. As always, enjoy! xx

‘How about truth or dare?’ Wanda suggested innocently, earning her a series of exasperated groans. You threw your head back in playful annoyance, a drawn out ‘Wandaaa’ leaving your vodka - tasting lips. ‘I meant more like monopoly, or something a group of horny teenagers wouldn’t play’ Tony sighed, throwing back the last of his whiskey, followed immediately by ‘Steve it would mean so much to me if you would get me another bottle of this’.

Meanwhile, you noticed the one and only piece of shit Bucky narrow his icy blue eyes at you from across the table you were all crowded around. You mimicked his expression before turning towards Wanda as you rolled your eyes. You could practically feel his eyes delving deep holes through your back. ‘I say we play. I’ve had at least...’ at this point you held up your hands in front of your face as you counted on your fingers like a dumb child, Wanda raising her eyebrow. ‘...like at least, enough shots to be drunk so I won’t remember this anyway’ you shrugged as you reached for the bottle of vodka only for Sam to pull it just out of your reach. ‘Sam...’ you tried to bargain but Tony’s loud voice cut you off as he spoke, cradling his 4th glass of whiskey delivered so gracefully unto him by a frowning Steve. 

‘As the leader of this group of fucks, I decree that I go first. Capsicle, truth or dare’ he asked pointedly, gesturing to Steve with his glass. ‘You guys are so immature...truth, if I must’ he replied gloomily, taking a tender sip of his orange juice. ‘Are you a virgin?’ he simply asked, earning an uncontrollable giggle from you and Wanda. Before Steve even opened his mouth, Tony added quickly with a smirk ‘a virgin is someone who has never fucked anyone, by the way. Oh, and fucking is what you want to do to y/n. I know you don’t always know all the current lingo, old man, but...’ Steve answered quickly before Tony could continue embarrassing him, and you choked on the wine that had magically appeared in your hand. ‘No, Tony. I’m not, and I’m going to bed’. Steve got up and straightened his shirt, placing his glass gently on an Avengers branded coaster, heading out for the night to his floor of the compound. You didn’t notice the slight frown which flickered over Bucky’s face as you kissed Steve on the cheek as you said goodnight. But you also didn’t notice Tony and Sam fighting over the last bottle of whiskey, so who can blame you.

You played a few more rounds of truth or dare as the night grew dark and the others grew tired. After the first few rounds Sam and Tony got up and left, soon followed by Wanda who was drunk beyond words. You hugged her affectionately before helping her to the elevator and going back to sit down. You forgot Bucky was there.

You groaned dramatically as Bucky smirked at you, collapsing dizzily onto the leather couch and tipping the last bit of vodka you had retrieved from Sam’s grasp down your throat. ‘Fuck off, Barnes’ you seethed. ‘Don’t you have some people to kill?’. He chuckled to himself, pushing himself up from the floor to stand up and cross his arms. ‘Don’t you have some validation to seek from literally everyone?’ he taunted, staring your right in the eyes. You looked down. The bitch knew very well you only wanted validation because when you were trained in an abusive institute not so different from hydra, the only thing that kept you alive was their validation, and he knew that he could get under your skin with ease. But you refused to show it. You looked up and found his opal eyes again.

‘It was my turn, wasn’t it? Truth or dare, asshole?’ you asked, chucking the empty bottle of vodka at him. He caught it swiftly with his vibranium arm, walking over to you and leaning down to place the bottle beside you on the couch, face inches away from you. ‘Dare’ he whispered, leaning back and moving to stand in front of you. He smelt like burnt marshmallows, fiery whiskey and rain. You mentally slapped yourself and reminded your brain how much you hated him.

‘I dare you to stop being such a little bitch’ you stood up, staring up at him with flames in your eyes. ‘Maybe if you didn’t act like such a brat all the fucking time, I wouldn’t have to be’ he mocked, tilting his head to await your reaction. The sheer amount of hate your felt for him at this moment, together with the large quantities of alcohol running through your veins, gave you a dangerous confidence boost. ‘Maybe if you weren’t a little pussy who lost his arm and sanity to some weird scientists because he fell off a train, knew how to fuck let alone talk to girls and didn’t make every single person who he meets want to run away and scream, I wouldn’t act like a brat all the fucking time’. Well shit.

You were breathing raggedly, chest rising rapidly up and down, hands balled up in two tight fists by your side. Bucky’s eyes were wide, his mouth slightly open, a flicker off hurt passing over his handsome features. He shook his head and sighed. ‘Shouldn’t have said that, y/n’. ‘What do you mEEEAAN’ you yelped as he moved to pick you up and throw you over his shoulder, as if you were weightless. You kicked him in the chest, hard. ‘Put me down right the fuck now Bucky before I...’ he reached his room and threw you down on his bed, shutting the door behind him. ‘Before you what, hm? Because let me tell you something, darling. I think you don’t hate me. No, you just know I don’t want to sleep with you unlike Steve, Sam and Tony and it hurts. It hurts your precious little ego. But if it stops you from acting like a little bitch all the damn time, I guess I can fuck the bitch out of you’ He climbed onto the bed, as you crawled back, until your back was against the headboard and you were cage in between the wall and the super soldier in front of you. ‘Would you like that, doll?’

You gulped nervously, averting your eyes only for Bucky to grab your chin both roughly and gently at the same time and lift your head up so you were staring him in the eyes. ‘So now you go all quiet on me’ he taunted. You could hardly breath. Your mind was telling you that you hated him with all your heart, but your heart was telling you to get this man’s dick inside of you. Before you could silence the tell - tale beat of your heart, Bucky leant in and kissed you roughly. Your body relaxed into the kiss, and your hands subconsciously flew up to tangle in his chestnut locks. He was actually a really good kisser. You pulled away. You reached a hand out to unbutton his jeans, but Bucky caught your wrist. He chuckled to himself, metal hand gently wrapping around your throat. ‘So now you want me to fuck you? Thought you said I didn’t know how?’ he asked as a small whine escaped your throat, feeling your core burn in desire. You furrowed your brows and frowned at him. He squeezed at your neck. ‘Use your words, doll, or I’ll just leave you here as the pathetic mess you are’ he threatened, eyes clouding with lust and desire.

‘Holy shit Bucky, just fuck me already or fuck off’ you cried out. He didn’t need telling twice. He released your throat, using both hands to undress you in an instant before removing his own shirt and jeans. He hooked a finger in the band of your panties and slid them down your legs, over your heels and onto the floor behind him. He took a moment to gaze longingly at your naked and vulnerable body, muttering an almost inaudible ‘beautiful’. All that was left between your pussy and his dick was the boxers he was wearing. As soon as he took them off, your eyes widened, and you felt your cheeks redden. ‘That’s not going to fit’ you said, a sort of breathless whisper.

Bucky leaned in, kissing you deeply and sliding his tongue into your mouth. You almost screamed when you felt his fingers encircle your clit, moaning into his mouth. ‘I still...fuck...hate you’ you grumbled as you felt his hard on brush against your inner thigh. He rolled his eyes as you did earlier, dipping his head slightly to kiss your neck, expertly sucking on your sweet spot, marking you up with hickies. He slowly inserted a finger, followed shortly by two. They only slightly stretched you out, and you clawed at his back as he moved them faster and faster, curling them slightly to hit your g - spot. ‘B...Bucky, I’m gonn... gonna cum’ you moaned, pulling his head eagerly as you kissed him desperately. Bucky kept up with his rapid pace, bringing you right to the edge. You felt the pleasure build up and up until you were ready to cum, and that is obviously when Bucky decided to pull his fingers away completely. ‘What the FUCK’ you screamed, sitting up in surprise, legs squeezing together from the sudden lack of friction. He covered your mouth to silence your cries, and leaned in real close. ‘If I give you the most mind blowing sex of your life, and I stop treating you like a piece of shit, will you stop acting like a bitch?’ he asked, pushing you back down onto the bed, removing his hand when he was done talking. ‘For fucks sake Barnes, yes. Fucking yes. Now please fuck me’. you whined.

‘It would be my pleasure’. He slammed into your now lubricated pussy, stretching you all the way out. It burned, but at the same time it felt like nothing you had ever felt before. Not a single man you had ever been with had been this big, but you wouldn’t want Bucky to know that.

He moaned in your ear, causing you to clench down hard, and Bucky started to thrust quickly chasing his own orgasm. He continued to circle your clit with his thumb as he slammed into you over and over and over again until he had you chanting his name like a prayer along with a generous string of obscene curses. He lifted your legs onto his shoulders to angle himself so that he was repeatedly hitting your g spot and your orgasm finally hit you like a truck. ‘oh SHit Bucky fucking christ holy fucking shit’ you gasped out as Bucky thrusted deeply into you, cumming deep inside. You felt your legs shake as your eyes rolled into the back of your head in ecstacy, Bucky’s hand finding your mouth to at least try to quiten some of your moans. Although he had stilled inside of you, filling you to the brim, he continued to rub at your clit as he worked you though your orgasm. Your mind was filled with ecstasy and you could see stars. You both came down from your high eventually, Bucky collapsing in a sweaty heap beside you.

He pulled you into his body protectively, feeling his softening dick rest against your back. His arm was secured tightly around your waist, and you felt your heavy eyes shut as his warm breath on your neck comforted you. ‘Still hate me now?’ he asked, kissing the top of your head gently. ‘I’ll consider tolerating you for now. Ask me again tomorrow night’ you giggled sleepily in response. ‘Why tomorrow night?’ Bucky whispered as he also felt his own eyes close, a wave of exaughstion sweeping over his muscular body. ‘After we fuck again, of course, and again the night after that, and the night after that, and every night after that.’

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[fruitcoops]

Two of A Kind

I’ve been focusing on asks a lot lately because of everyone’s awesome ideas, but I saw a Cut video that was similar to this and just couldn’t resist. Hope you enjoy! Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for mentions of sex and endless simping!

“Are you ready?” Marlene asks behind the camera. Kasey sits alone on a stool in the middle of the room, drumming his fingers on his knees.

“Yep. What am I doing again?”

The video cuts, revealing the same room, this time with James Potter on the stool. “You’re going to be answering a few questions,” Marlene explains. “And then we’re also going to be interviewing your wife and comparing your answers.”

“Oh, God,” James laughs. “Okay, hit me with your best shot.”

A title card appears on the screen. First Question: What was your first date?

Remus thinks for a moment. “Like, our first official date, or something that was definitely a date but we were both too dumb to notice?”

“Kasey took me to an ice rink,” Natalie says. She is inexplicably sitting on a folding chair rather than the stool. “We spent about three hours there, drinking cocoa and talking. It was a ton of fun!”

“Ice skating.” Kasey grins. “She told me she could skate, but she had never stepped on the ice in her life.”

“It was at Sid’s.” Sirius smiles to himself. “We had been together for about three months at that point.”

“Remus asked us to define ‘first date’,” Marlene says, sounding amused.

“Is there a different definition that I’m not aware of? We hung out at Sid’s a bunch before we actually got together, but those didn’t qualify as dates.” He pauses. “Looking back, they kind of were dates. We just didn’t know it.”

The video transitions to Lily and James, whose interviews are lined up side-by-side. “Lily took me to get ice cream after we went for a walk in the park,” James answers with a bright smile.

Lily laughs. “Our first date was a disaster. It was twenty-five degrees outside and we got ice cream. I think our brain freezes lasted about three straight minutes, but I had a great time.”

Second Question: When and where was your first kiss?

“Our first kiss happened on our first date,” Natalie says. “Kase caught me when I fell over and I just leaned right in.”

Kasey’s dopey smile makes his eyes crinkle. “At the ice rink. It felt like something out of a movie.”

Lily frowns in thought. “Oh, god, maybe our sixth date? He dropped me off at my apartment and kissed me goodnight.”

“I pulled a move straight from a John Hughes movie.” James grins and stretches his arms out. “Walked her to the door and everything. It was perfect.”

“Pascal Dumais’ basement,” Sirius says with a light laugh. “Which is a surprisingly romantic place.”

“It happened right after Sirius’ birthday party, which I was tricked into attending.” Remus gives the camera a mock-serious look. “Always be suspicious of Pascal Dumais. Always.”

Third Question: Who said ‘I love you’ first, and what was your reaction?

Sirius bites his lip. “I said it first, but only by two seconds. It was a long time coming, to be honest.”

“Sirius said it first.” Remus smiles at the memory. “We were both kind of wrecks at the time, but it was…amazing. I think I just cried harder and kissed him.”

Lily rolls her eyes fondly. “James said it first. We were both super drunk and he just blurted it out in the middle of the club.”

“She ran away!” James practically shouts as the video cuts to him. “I told her I loved her, she gave me this shocked look, and then disappeared! I get a text an hour later saying she caught a cab and went home, and she signs it with ‘love, Lily’. What the fuck was I supposed to do with that?”

Natalie coughs slightly. “Um, I don’t remember who said it first.”

Kasey grins at the camera. “Natalie said she didn’t remember,” Marlene calls.

“Oh, she remembers.”

Fourth Question: How’s your sex life? Anything you can do differently?

Sirius, who was taking a sip of water, chokes. “Excuse me?”

Remus is dead silent for a second, blinking at the camera in shock. “It’s, uh, good.”

“If we gave you some alcohol, would your answer change?” Marlene asks.

“Probably. Does anyone else feel like they’re suddenly in danger?”

“What sex life?” James snorts. “We have a baby. There is no time or energy for anything anymore.”

Lily raises an eyebrow. “You think I want him anywhere near me after I just shoved a baby out of my crotch?”

“It’s damn good.” Natalie winks, uncapping her own waterbottle. “Pro tip for anyone looking for a hockey boyfriend: go for the goalies. They’re flexible.”

Kasey is laughing into his hands when his interview appears. “She said that?” he manages. “Oh, Christ.”

Fifth Question: Do you dirty talk?

“Yes.” Kasey and Natalie say at the same time. James winks, and Lily shrugs with a sly smile.

Remus gives the camera crew a disbelieving look. “Are all the questions like this? Were we lulled into a false sense of security?”

“Answer the question, Loops!”

Remus sighs deeply. “On occasion, yes. I’m going to regret saying that.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Sirius says, narrowing his eyes as he sets his water down.

Sixth Question: How well do you sleep?

“Not bad,” Remus says. “Better than I used to, that’s for sure.”

“I don’t sleep,” Lily scoffs. James just looks at the camera and wordlessly gestures to the shadows under his eyes.

“Pretty well,” Natalie muses, slinging one arm around the back of her folding chair.

Sirius nods. “I’d say I sleep well most nights. It’s more comfortable with another person, which was surprising.”

Seventh Question: Why do you feel obligated to share a bed?

“Obligated?” Sirius and Remus say with matching tones of incredulity.

Lily’s smile becomes softer. “I really like sharing a bed. It makes me feel safe.”

“Oh, I love sleeping next to Lily.” James’ gaze turns dreamy. “She smells nice, she’s so warm, and sharing a bed makes childcare much easier when the other person is within reach.”

“You can’t tell her I said this, okay?” Kasey looks around at the camera crew before answering, and his cheeks turn light pink. “Nat’s side of the bed faces east, so if I get up for practice and the sun is rising, she glows a little bit. I dunno, I like it.”

“Kasey is really warm and cuddly.” Natalie says after a moment of thought. “He’s like my own personal heater and I’m never cold if he’s there. Don’t tell him I said that.”

Remus bites his lip before speaking. “I’m not much of a cuddler, but I sleep better next to Sirius than I ever have before. It’s incredible.”

Sirius cocks his head to the side with a smile. “Hmm. Having someone there to hold, especially someone I care about so much, is the best feeling. If I ever wake up in the middle of the night, he’s just…always there.” He half-shrugs. “It’s sappy, but it’s true.”

Eighth Question: Rate your attractiveness on a scale of 1-10

“Eleven,” Lily and Natalie say in unison, as if it’s obvious.

“I’m going with a solid six,” Remus decides after a moment’s deliberation.

“Eight, maybe?” Kasey answers.

Sirius makes a face. “Six? Seven?”

James is mid-laugh when the video cuts to him. “Um, seven. Lily and I have talked about this before and I got in trouble for saying ten, that’s why I’m laughing. Sorry.”

Ninth Question: Rate your partner’s attractiveness on a scale of 1-10

Not a single one hesitates. “Ten.”

“Remus said he was a solid six,” Marlene says as the camera focuses on Sirius.

His eyebrows shoot up. “What? Where is he? Re!”

“What?” a distant voice shouts back.

“You’re a ten!”

“On what scale?”

“Nat said eleven, didn’t she?” Kasey asks with a grin as the clip changes. “I love it when she does that.”

Final Question: What animal is your partner and why? Give three reasons.

Lily gives Marlene a hard look. “Marley, I love you, but what I say right now needs to stay confidential from my husband.”

Sirius laughs quietly. “Oh, he’s going to hate me for this.”

“Lily is a lioness,” James says immediately. “She’s strong, fierce, and unbelievably brave.”

Natalie tilts her head. “Good question. I’m going to go with a bear, since he’s got a big, tough reputation but he’s all soft inside. He’s a pretty solid guy, too, and he likes cold weather.”

“Nat is one of those really colorful birds,” Kasey says. “The ones with big personalities and the pretty feathers.”

“James is a lion.” Lily thinks for a moment longer. “It’s not just that he plays for the Lions, but he really is one of the bravest people I know. He’s protective of his family and cares a lot about keeping everyone together.”

Remus grins at the camera. “Sirius is a dog, and I will happily tell you why. Number one: he loves going for walks. Number two: he is endlessly loyal to the people he cares for. Number three: peanut butter.”

“So, Re is either a cat or a dog, and I really can’t choose.” Sirius’ eyebrows draw together in thought.

“You can choose both if you have reasons,” Marlene calls behind the camera.

“Really? Alright, he’s a dog because he’s friendly, loyal, and brings people trinkets as gifts. Um, I don’t have a legitimate reason for the cat one, but do any of you know that one vine with the cat that’s being dragged around on a leash?”

The camera crew bursts out laughing, and a small picture of the cat appears in the upper left of the screen.

“Anyone who has tried to pick Remus up knows that he looks exactly like that. Goes completely limp, it’s the funniest fucking thing.”

The video cuts to Remus, who raises his eyebrows. “He said what?”

The title card appears and Marlene’s voiceover begins. “Thanks for watching, Lions! Special thanks to Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James and Lily Potter, Natalie Darcy, and Kasey Winter for being with us today. Like and subscribe for more!”

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